All language subtitles for Appendage.2023.720p.WEBRip.800MB

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♪ ominous music playing ♪

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- ...on getting a new piece.
- Hmm.

I think it's gonna happen,

so I'm very excited.

I can't wait for you to see it.

Is this that one coming out of Amsterdam?

Mm-hmm.

- Nice.
- Gorgeous, gorgeous sculpture.

Oh, my God.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

Don't embarrass yourself, sweetie.

Oh, um, we need to remember

to go through the shed
before the movers get here.

Oh, yeah, right.

♪

♪

Pass the taters, Han.

Hannah?

- Uh, yeah.

They're really great, Mom.

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♪ eerie music playing ♪

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♪

♪

You fuck-up.

Come on, babe.

It's getting late.

Let's go to bed.

- I'm coming, just two minutes.

- Okay.

♪

Oh, it's so early.

No.

- Just stay.

- I have to start my day.

- No, you don't.
- I do.

♪

Good morning.

- It's early.

Oh, now you say it's early.

♪

♪

♪ pop music playing over speakers ♪

- Oh, my God, pancakes?

- Mm-hmm. Maybe you'll get
some bacon, too, if you're lucky.

- If I'm lucky?
- Yeah.

- Hey, you got a little--
- Wh-- Oh, shit.

Saving some for later.

♪

- Babe, you okay?

- Yeah.

- You actually need to get
some rest tonight, alright?

- I will.

♪

- Hey, what--

Where you going? Pancakes, bacon?

Cristeàn moved crits to 8:00 a.m.

♪ pop song playing over speakers ♪

♪

Hey, will you, uh,
lock up on your way out?

You know, with the keys
I gave you to my apartment?

Yeah, I can do that.

Ah, shit.

♪

♪

- 'Sup, bitch?

- 'Sup, baby doll?

- I was on the subway this morning

and I saw this woman
violently threading her chin hair

without a mirror.

I need to get on that level,

and I'm gonna practice on you.

It'll be way better than
when I tweezed your eyebrows, I swear.

- No way, Esther.

How am I gonna be a professional

without you helping me?

Um, okay, this button is gorgeous.

I can't track his taste though.

It's, like, up to the narcissistic
personality disorder gods.

I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, shit!

- What?

I bled on this.

- Blood? Maybe he won't notice?

- He will, he's a droid.

- Okay, he's a droid,
but just like make it fashion.

♪

- Gather your things.

♪

It'll be fine.

♪

- Now... what I

lovingly call my Season Picks
are at this month's end.

I will select a few of you

to work on
my spring collection officially,

pending your work.

Now, I will not hesitate to let you go.

Now is the time to apply... pressure.

♪

No.

From this point forward,
consider your off hours, on hours.

I think we could make the frame work,

but the stitching is horrendous.

Hello? Hello?

Is that thing on?

♪

Let's keep it.

Rework the stitching.

- Stitch it up.

♪

Hannah banana.

Hmm. Pasta sauce?

- Oh, wow, um, I must have
pricked my stupid finger and--

- Never mind that.

D'Armitage did a...

wrap dress last season.

- Oh, I know, but this, um,
it actually buttons.

It doesn't tie.

- You know what you have? It's, um--

Oh, what's it called?

It-it-It's, it's a very, very good word.

Um--
- Finesse or--

- No. Um--
- Panache?

No, no. It's-it's, um, um, um,

it's-it's like when you think
that you came up

with a totally original idea, like now,

but in actuality, you fuckin' stole it

from someone else.

♪

Ugh.

♪

- Oh, my God. What the fuck?

Han? You okay, babe?

- Uh--

Yeah, yeah, it just
feels like a morning star

is being dragged through my uterus.

God, that sounds awful.

- Yeah, do you have, um,
Ibuprofen or--

Yeah, I got you.

Our cycles are synced, bitch.

- Thanks, angel.
- Here you go.

Of course. I gotta pee.

- Okay.

Also for the record,

you buttoned your wrap dress?

It is absolutely fucking different.

- It's fine, at least he liked yours.

Cristeàn is a sadist.

Full-on, goddamn sadist.

Let's get drunk.

Shots!

- Shots.

- Shots.
- I'm down.

Oh, and more importantly,

I have a really fun idea to pitch you.

A pitch?

I'm on board.

- Okay, tonight?

Oh, I can't tonight,
I'm going to Kaelin's place.

- Oh.

- Yeah, he wants to show me
something special.

Special, what the fuck?

Like his dick? Like, "Oh yeah!"

Shh!

Whoa, whoa.

Shh.

- Oh, my God, though,

I knew you two would hit off
when I intro'd you

because Kaelin and I are very connected.

He tells me everything...

...and he is very happy with you.

I'm like
matchmaking auntie times ten.

Yeah.

- Special. Yeah!

Yeah!
- Oh, my God. I'm leaving.

- You're a rump roast.

- No. You just said rump roast.

- I did say rump roast.

Okay, we'll start again.

Let's go.

Oh.

- So it's not exactly what I was expecting
when you said, "Special."

What's the deal?

- Um, well, my mom
came up with this game

when I was a kid...
right before she died,

when she was, uh, still sick.

Yeah.

It was fun. It, um, it helped us
process stuff, you know.

Let us open up, I guess.

So, yeah, I just wanted to share it.

- I know she meant a lot to you.
She seemed really cool.

- Whoa! You okay?

♪

Ugh.

Um, I have to go. I'm sorry.

- Right now? Uh, did I do something?

No, no, it's just--

Um, Cristeàn,
he said that he would fire us today

if we didn't step up, so, um--

I'm sorry, Kaelin.

♪

♪

- D'Armitage did a wrap last season.

You're an unoriginal piece of shit.

♪

- What did you say?

- You heard me.

- This isn't real. This isn't real.

Oh, God.

- It's real, bitch.

What are you looking for?

An idea?
You have no good ideas.

You're a talentless fuck-up.

- Shut up, that's not true.

You can't even sew a button

without pricking your stupid finger.

You're fuckin' stupid.

Dig deeper.

Dig into your fucked-up head.

- Ow!

Oh, that feels good.

Boo, bitch.

It can't be real.

It's not real.

It's not real.

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It's dark in here.

Let me out.

♪

- Somebody got laid last night.

- Ah. The pitter-patter
of Hannah banana.

Better not be a wrap dress.

It's original this time.

♪

A red dye.

Beading.

It's... twisted,

sexy, eccentric.

Whatever you're tapping into...

it's clearly working.

Keep it going.

- Thank you, I will.

- Ari, put it with the yeses.

♪

Yes!

Oh, my God!

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, bitch!

Let's fuckin' go!

I just have to push
for a few more weeks,

then I'll be fine.

- Oh, my God. Hannah, what the fuck?
Are you okay?

- Oh, yeah.
No, that's just this allergy thing.

Um, It's so gross, I know,

but I'm going to
the dermatologist at lunch.

That looks like a fuckin' jelly donut.

What the fuck?

- Um, do you wanna do drinks later?

Sounds good, right?
- Yeah, we'll do... drinks.

Let's see. Can you just move--

Um, move like a little bit--

There we go, there we go.

Oof. Hmm. Any allergies?

- Not that I'm aware of, no.

- Well, it could be eczema,
but it's quite severe.

It's painful?

- Mm-hmm.

Did you eat any new food,

use any new soap, shampoo,
conditioner, moisturizer?

- Mmm.
- Okay.

Well, I'm gonna run a blood panel
to test for allergies just to be safe.

- Have you ever seen
anything like this before, or...

- Oh, I've seen plenty
of severe skin reactions,

but you're saying
you haven't changed your routine.

- Could it be anything else?

Centralized on the birthmark.

I don't love speculation,

but there's some likelihood
you are a human chimera.

- I'm a monster.

No, it's a reductive way to say

you likely have dual DNA
from vanishing twin syndrome.

- Huh.
- That's probably why

you got this birthmark.

I mean, it's inconsequential,

but it could cause extra sensitivity
on your birthmark.

- I'm sorry, I'm-I'm not following.

- Oh, dual DNA is usually caused
from absorbing your twin in the womb.

It's not so uncommon.

I mean, we see it
with birthmarks like yours.

So I'm gonna prescribe you
cortisone ointment

and an antihistamine, so avoid sunlight.

- This is a crazy question.

But can your twin grow back?

No.

Um, let me know if it does.

- Yeah.

♪ pop music playing over speakers ♪

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♪ eerie music playing ♪

Get it, get it, get it,
get it, get it. Get it, get it.

Thank you.

- Oh, my God!

I don't wanna.

- Yeah, you have to.

One, two, three.

- Swallow. Swallow it. Swallow it.

No!

Oh, my God, I just like spit on myself.

- You just have to not think about it
and pretend it's water.

This is not water.

- You want another?
- Are you fucking kidding me?

I will projectile vomit onto your face.

Have you seen The Exorcist?

Oh, my God, speaking of gross shit,

that like skin allergy jelly donut thing,

you should get that fixed.

I honestly think you should
let me check it out.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey!

The pitch thing.

The pitch, tell me your pitch.

- Yes, the pitch, bitch.

Okay, yes, give me like--

Okay, a fuckin' drum roll.

What if you and I

start our own fashion line?

You mean like quit?

Yeah.

What about Season Picks?

Fuck Cristeàn's Season Pick bullshit.

And we just do us.

We could live in the burbs
and rent would be cheaper,

we could work out of our own home.

Have like a little countryside cottage
where we drink tea every morning.

Oh, my gosh. We can wear
what the fuck we want.

It could be like G-strings.
You know what I mean?

Like, bring the G-string back.
It'll be so much fun, you know.

Okay, okay, but like, ugh, shut up, phone.

So, alright, I'm thinking robes,

I'm thinking dresses.

I'm thinking lingerie.

Fuckin' fly and fresh.

We could have like, like--

We'll be hustling all the time,
and then like--

♪

- Uh, I have a headache.

Just-- I think I'm gonna head out.

- Wait, no. Wait, what? Where you g--

What? Han?

♪

♪

- Uh-oh, Kaelin is texting Esther

and ignoring you.

Makes sense.

You left him alone
when he opened up about his dead mom.

What kind of shitty girlfriend are you?

Of course, he'd rather talk to Esther.

They're connected, like she said.

You can't connect with anyone.

You're a self-obsessed, pathetic freak.

I know you very well.

I'll protect you.

I inspired the dress, didn't I?

Keep an eye on them.

Something is going on between them.

♪

♪

You can't get rid of me.

No matter how hard you try.

♪

- Hello.

- Oh, my God, you picked up the phone.

What is this not calling me back thing?

I've had knots in my stomach.

- Uh, sorry.

Yeah, things have just been
crazy busy with, uh, work.

It's actually going
really well right now, Mom.

Oh. Okay.

Uh, well, Dad is on call busy

and I finally acquired
that sculpture for the gallery.

- Was I a twin?

Why?

What is this about?

That's such a strange question to ask me.

What is wrong with you?

- Never mind, it's nothing.

- Are you PMSing?

- Probably.

Well, I'm really calling

because we're gonna do
a big goodbye dinner before our move.

The Goldblums, the Kowalskis,
everyone will be there.

- Goodbye dinner?
You're practically moving down the street.

- Well... yeah.

I-I know it won't be far.

I'm not as much of an idiot
as you think I am.

Anyway, 15 people are coming

and it's next month on the 4th.

You really should be there.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Great and, um,

maybe while you're here,
you could go through your things.

It's all high school stuff.

Let's get rid of it all
so we can focus on happier memories.

- You know what?
Uh, sorry, Mom, I gotta go.

Um, okay.

Well, uh, pick up the phone when I call.

Surprise!

Hey, hey, hey!

We're here to sweep you up
and take you on a picnic brunch.

Yes, yes, yes.

Fire. Fire snacks.

Fire snacks.

♪ ominous music playing ♪

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You okay, babe? You look kinda sick.

We drank way too much last night.

I threw up like five times.

- No, I think it's just a stomach thing.

Um, it's really nice though.

You two should go, you should go.

Wait, what? No, not without you.

Come on, let's go.

- You know what? I just need some sleep,
that's, that's all. Yeah.

Okay, do you want us

to bring you anything?

Like soup, electrolytes, anything?

- Uh, no, that's cool.

Um, yeah, I'm-I'm fine.

I'll call you later though. I'm sorry.

Uh...

Uh, what the fuck? Okay.

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- Thank you.

♪

♪

Oh!

I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to scare you.

- Oh, it's okay.

- I'm Florence.
D-don't worry, I don't bite.

This is why you're here, right?

You're not alone, I promise you that.

We can help.

Come, dear.

♪

We have a new guest with us today.

- Oh.

Hello.

This is a rare treat.

Welcome.

I'm Fred.

Have a seat.

Sorry for the location,
I'm sure that was odd.

But we have to stay pretty removed.

Uh, coffee, croissants,
make yourself at home.

Fantastic.

Uh, quick intro?

- Um... I'm Hannah.

Hi, Hannah.

- Um,

something happened to me.

Fuck, I don't know what to say.
It sounds insane.

- You're here because
we all have the same problem.

We all have an appendage,

a creature whose goal
is to make us miserable

and benefit from it.

- Wait. Wait, wait.

You all have that-that thing
growing out of you?

The whatever the fuck that--

- Yes. They grow out of our birthmarks.

We think
it's an undiscovered genetic illness

caused by dual DNA.

- Holy shit! Holy shit.

Okay, wow, I literally thought
I was losing my mind.

- No, not at all.

Wait, we should all do something.

We should go to a hospital or something.

I mean, if we go together,
then they'll all believe it.

No.

One of our members informed his position
and he is now institutionalized

and part of an inhumane clinical trial.

I'm a practicing anesthesiologist.

Take my medical knowledge
as an advantage here.

To start--

This is his favorite part.

An appendage is?

- A parasite.

- Feeds off you, its host, to survive

using some form of hypnosis
to make your mind and body vulnerable.

♪

We don’t know what happens medically,

but it makes you weaker and them stronger.

Like a hot ball
transferring heat to a cold ball.

- How do we get rid of it?

- You've obviously noticed by now,

there's an inexplicable link between you.

Mental, physical.

What do you think would happen
if you killed your appendage?

We've had losses.

- Why is this happening to me?

- We think appendages grow
from something deep inside us,

something unknowable and painful.

It's a combination
of unpredictable factors.

This period in your life,
this particular thing happening,

your inability to deal with it
in that moment in time...

♪

...your unique chemistry.

I lost my daughter 15 years ago
in a car accident.

Didn't appear then,

during the most painful period of my life.

Years later, I spilled
a glass of water at my desk,

and that was it.

I don't know how else to explain it.

Does that make sense to you?

Hmm.

- So, we hide it,

and sedate it.

- The appendage?
- Yes.

The sedatives will have an effect on you
since you are linked.

A bit of brain fog, but you adjust.

If you keep your appendage a secret
and shut it up,

you can live a fairly normal life.

It'll cost $150 a week for the materials,
but I offer a plan.

- Okay.

Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

- Yeah, I almost passed out
my first time, so.

It's quite the news flash.

Yeah.

- I'm Claudia.

- I'm Hannah.

- Do you wanna get coffee or something?

I live just around the corner.

- Uh, yeah.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I mean,
it can't get weirder than this, so--

I know.

Oh, wow, do you have kids?

- No, those are my, um,
students' drawings.

I teach second grade.

- Oh, wow.

Those kind of remind me to keep doing it

because I love my students,
but, holy shit, it's hard.

Do you-- Oh, do you want cream?

- Um, uh, no. Black is okay, thank you.

So do you live here with a partner or--

- Divorced lone wolf.

We can thank my ex-husband
for the fancy apartment,

perks to being married to a finance bro.

- You and a finance bro, really?

- What? Seem weird?

I mean, I just don't really
peg you as the finance bro type.

Hmm, interesting, I'm not.

I met him in high school

and, you know, he was older,
so I thought he was it.

He's the only person
I had ever been with

until we got divorced a year ago.

And then I slept with everybody, so--

- Well, I mean, cheers to your sex life.

- Oh, thank you.
No one's ever acknowledged to that.

Hmm. So what about you?

Any loves?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

My, uh, boyfriend, Kaelin.

Ah.

We've been together for six months now

and it feels really special, you know.

- It sounds like there's a "but" there.

- Um--

My best friend Esther and him--

I just don't know.

I feel like I've-I've seen signs.

You know, they went to college together

and they've known each other longer.

She introduced us, actually.

- Oof, I know that feeling.

I really hope they wouldn't
do something like that.

Ugh.

It doesn't like the restraints.

I mean, don't blame it.

- Yeah, mine's tied up, too.
It's in my basement.

- Oh, you're the first person
from the meetup

that I can actually talk to.

I mean, you saw them.

I don't know, you can't
really have people over

when you have something
in your basement.

This just feels like

less lonely, I guess.

I don't know. It's nice.

- Yeah, it is nice.

Hmm.

Ugh.

- Shouldn't you sedate it?

- I don't know. Sometimes I feel like--

I... I feel bad.

It feels like it's inhumane or something.

- Yeah, but it's better than hearing
all that vile stuff.

It's like it validates
the negative beliefs

you hold about yourself.

- Oh, that's very shrink-like.

Yeah, had one of those in high school.

I, uh, did some stupid shit.

- Yeah?

Same.

- You did?
- Are we the same person?

Okay, sorry.

I'm, uh, procrastinating.

I'm gonna go sedate it.

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♪

♪

Wait, stop.

I can help you.

- You wanna help me?

- Yes, I'm here for you.

If you silence me, you will suffer.

♪

No. Bitch...

♪

- Whoa.

It's me, babe. I let myself in.

- What are you doing here?

- It's Sunday. We had plans?

I just texted you?

- Oh, yeah.

Shit, sorry, I spaced.

I'm glad you're here.

Uh...

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- Uh, let's talk for a second. Please?

Listen, I-I know
you've been stressed lately.

Not sleeping, working late,
but I'm worried about you, Han.

- I'm dealing with it.

Dealing with it? How?

- Um, you wouldn't believe me.

- Uh, d-did something happen?

I mean, you can tell me anything.

- Okay.

This is gonna sound crazy,

but something grew out of me.

Okay, it's called an appendage.

It's because I have dual DNA

and there are other people too
who have the ex--

- Oth-other, other people?
What-what other people?

What-what are you talking about?

- Here. I can, I can show you,
we can go downstairs.

- Han, Han, Han, please.

Did you do that to your stomach?

I mean, we're just, we're worried.

We just don't want you--
- We?

Me and Esther,

we've been trying to figure out
how to talk to you

or-or help you and it's just hard.

- You and Esther talk behind my back?

- No, we don't wanna upset you.

We're trying to be understanding,
you know.

- You could try listening.

- Uh...

- I just wanna be alone.

- What? Alone?

I wanna be alone, okay?

Please just go, okay?

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♪

- Hey, Han.

Um...

Kaelin told me what happened last night.

- Oh, yeah, told you what?

Just that you were upset

and you got into a fight.

- Did someone foolishly inform you
I was doing a goth collection?

Careful now.

Season Picks are coming up, people.

- Ignore him.

- Don't touch me!

You have no idea
what I'm going through, okay?

I mean, you don't get pain. You--

You're just like a happy person,
so go be happy.

♪

♪

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- He likes you.

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Mm.

- Where'd you learn to drink like that?

- Guess I've been doing it for a while.

Oh, yeah?

Cool.

- Well, I started in high school

and I guess I just liked the taste.

You know, it sort of numbed some stuff.

I was pretty mad all the time.

Yeah, and then I took it a little

too far my senior year.

I, uh,

crashed my car into a, uh, freeway median.

- What?

- Yeah.

My parents had to leave one of their, um,

fancy dinners to come to the hospital.

The doctors were watching me

like 24/7 'cause--

I don't know, they were worried
that I would, um...

Uh, yeah, yeah, and then
we just never talked about it.

- Were they right?

Did you crash your car on purpose?

You know, I... I feel like I'm, um,

defective or like
there's something wrong with me.

- You're not defective.

If you are, I am. You're sensitive.

Welcome to the sad girls club.
Water is warm.

Mm.

- Mine doesn't sound like that, Claudia.

- I figured something out.

- What?

- The dual DNAers can't know, okay?

- Okay.

Everything your appendage tells you,

all those vile things, they're true.

- What are you saying?

- No, it's not a bad thing. It's--

If you let your appendage speak to you,

if you don't sedate it right away,

it's like a personal psychic.

- I don't get it.

Okay, you know,
when you asked me if I had kids?

Well, it's more like I can't.

I did like three rounds IVF

and took the supplements,
everything, nothing worked.

And then Sam, my ex,
we stopped sleeping together,

we started to fight about,
like, toilet paper.

And then he started going to California
all the time on business,

but like all the time,
and, uh, I had that feeling.

You know, that feeling.
You know that feeling.

Anyways, I went one night
to sedate my appendage

and I was, I don’t know,
I was like crying or something

and I fumbled with the syringe
and my appendage told me

that Sam was going to be a daddy.

That he had fallen in love
with this other woman

whose uterus wasn't filled
with tumbleweed

and they were pregnant.

And it was true.

- That's... horrible.

- Yeah.

But honestly, it was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

If I didn't know the truth,
I would've never moved on.

I would've been sad, barren Claudia
with a finance bro.

Okay. Listen, it's dangerous.

And if you do it, it gets stronger,

but as long as you
don't let it fully hypnotize you

before you blackout, then you'll be okay.

It's hard.

It changed my life.

♪

I can't feel my ass.

Ah, that feels nice.

Thanks.

Why do you keep me here like this?

Like a shameful secret left to rot?

- I wanna listen now.

Good.

Come closer.

♪

Closer.

♪

♪ ominous music playing ♪

You've seen the signs, the secret texting,

the way they talk about you
behind your back.

The way Kaelin smiles at her.

They seem to have a closeness
you can't achieve.

Kaelin isn't cheating on you
with Esther, not yet.

It's worse. They're in love.

Now, this is the hardest part.

I'm sorry you have to hear this.

No one will ever love you.

Not Kaelin, not Esther,

not Cristeàn or Claudia,
not even your parents.

You are unlovable.

♪

Empty.

My lucky day.

♪

♪

Where are you, you fucking fuck?

Oh, shit. Shit.

Hello?

Oh, great, you answered.

Are you sick?

- What? No, allergies I think.

Ugh, this time of year is crazy.

Listen, I really hate to bother you,
but I need your help.

There was a problem
with the restaurant.

They transferred the order
to the Manhattan location.

So, I need you to pick it up now
or this dinner will be a total bust.

- What?

Our goodbye dinner tonight.

Did you forget?

I need you to pick up the food.

- Oh, no, no, no.

You need me to, um...

Are you drunk?

- No, I'm fine.

- Well, then why are you
creating this drama?

- I'm not, I'm sorry.
What did I do? I'm sorry.

- No, no, it's okay.

I just don't understand
why you're acting like this.

Okay, I'll pick up the food right now.

You don't have to worry.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, and we'll cover your ride.

♪

- Claudia, my-my appendage, it's gone.

I, uh, I-I don't know what it did to me,

but I feel sick
and my guts are like inside out.

Okay, slow down.

- I-I tried to inject it,
but the syringe was empty.

Maybe Fred forgot to fill one?
I don't know.

Okay, this is bad.

I'm gonna be right there--

- No, I can't. I'm going
to my parents' tonight.

Okay, call me after.

It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna figure this out, okay?

♪

- It's prepaid, you're good to go.
- Thank you.

♪

Hello?

♪

There you are.

Why didn't you say anything?

- Sorry, hi. I did.

- Okay.

- Uh, so much is packed up already.

- Oh, well, we are moving.

- Your room next.
- Mm-hmm.

Everyone's gonna be here in an hour.

Will you help me reheat?

- Yeah, yeah. I thought the, um,

the rice could go in
the big blue platter thing that you have.

Is Cristeàn Ulman okay?

I know you've been
working really hard, you know.

I hope you're
taking some time for yourself.

Uh...

Uh...

Some of this will be just fine.

- Mom, I'm not doing well.

Something is happening,
and I know it sounds crazy,

but you just have
to listen to me, okay?

It's so hard with you.

I don't know how to help you.

Your car crash in high school scarred me.

- It scarred you?

- Do you have any idea what it feels like

to get a call that your daughter
is in the hospital

on suicide watch?

To not know how beautiful
and special and loved you are?

My baby girl.

- Did you ever think
about what it feels like

to wanna do something
like that to yourself?

- No.

No, because I'm not fucked up.

- I'm sorry I'm so fucked up, Mom.

I'm really sorry.

- Hannah. What's going on, ladies?

I threw up in the food,

but I'll pay you for the damages.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

- You'll pay for the damages?
What is this, Judge Judy?

You don't have to pay for the damages.

You look terrible.

You're burning up, Han. Go lie down.

- My friend's gonna help me.

Hannah!

Talk to me.

- Can you meet me at my apartment?
- Yes.

- I'll leave a key under the mat.

On my way.

♪

- Claudia?

Claudia?

- Shh. It's okay.

I know how you feel.

To them you'll always be
the disappointing daughter...

...who crashed her car on purpose.

Maybe... if you'd been a better daughter,

they'd have noticed what was happening.

Oh, yes.

Maybe if you had been a different kid.

Maybe if it wasn't you that came out.

You should do it again.

Oh. It wasn't so hard last time.

No one would even notice.

- Oh, my God.

Mom? Mom?

- Shh. It's just me.

She's not here.

♪

♪

♪

Feeling okay?

Yeah, much better.

- Try this, it's comfy.

Thanks.
Do I just put, put it over my head?

- Yeah, it's cashmere.

Oh, my God.

- Yes, yes.
- Wow.

Wait, how do we blend in though?

Customs.

Hello, blue eyes.

Oh, someone's awake.

Good morning.

You hosts are too sensitive.

Okay, that's why
you can't come out with us.

Mine was like this.

Mine wanted to literally die

when I told her
Sam was gonna be a daddy.

I made that part up. That was me.

I mean, she couldn't have kids,
that was true,

but I upped the stakes, you know,
added a little drama.

Kinda like I emptied your syringe.

You're welcome.

You get it now, right?

I'm Claudia's appendage.

Oh, but call me Claudia.

Keep it simple.

Oh, see?

Ugh! You couldn't handle
all this anyways.

Your life and all.

Wah.

I can't wait to replace this bitch.

I'm gonna make a splash
at Cristeàn Ulman

and not to mention
getting back in Kaelin's pants.

♪

So proud of you.

Just have to do this once.

- You go.
- No, no, no, you go. You go.

Oh, my God.

She's leaking everywhere.

For now, you have to feed it every night
to keep it alive.

You're still linked,
it's a drag, but not for long.

We're gonna help find you
someone else and you'll be free.

- Thanks for the phone, pathetic bitch.

- Bye!

Hmm.

Oh, my God, it's Hannah.

Are you serious?

Hold on, what... what is she saying?

- She's apologizing.

"The way I acted was out of line.

"It wasn't personal, it's all me
and I'm working through it.

"Hope you can forgive me but understand
if you need time to process.

See you at work tomorrow.
Heart emoji."

- Oh, that's good. I'd buy that. Yeah.
- Isn't that good?

- Wow. She's texting me this?

- I mean, it's good.
You know, maybe she's come out of it.

Whatever it was.

♪

- Oh, my God, this stuff is so nasty.

- I know.

It's totally disgusting,
but you gotta assimilate.

- Oh, shit.

What?

- It's her.

- Put an eggplant emoji.

- Eggplant.

- And then the water squirting emoji.

- Water squirting emoji

on the princess' face.
- Water squirt.

Oh, my God.
- Right there.

Send.
- Are you sure?

- Positive.

Oh. Oh, wow.

- What?

- Uh, nothing.

- What the fuck are you doing?

- It's private shit, okay?
Don't be looking.

- Gross.

You don't find this a little weird,

just like her texting everyone
out of the blue?

I'm her best friend,
she should apologize to me in person.

- I mean, I-I-I don't know, E.

I've been doing a lot of reading online

and it says that
sometimes it happens like this.

The person retreats, then comes back.

We have to be understanding,
but it doesn't make it okay.

I agree. I agree about that.

- Okay, well, the fuckin'
Internet's bullshit, okay?

I know Hannah.

She better fuckin' talk to me in person
if she wants to stay friends.

- E.

E?

♪

Ding-dong.

I brought dinner.

Mm, so delicious.

Mm!

♪

Open up.

- You need to force it.

♪

♪

Okay--

Ew.

Han?

Esther, hi.

I wasn't expecting you.

- Hey.

- Hey. Um... your text.

I... I-I wanted to talk in person.

Uh, I'm sorry,
is everything okay in there?

I thought I heard somebody yelling.

- Oh, yeah, I just stubbed my stupid toe.

- Your toe is so stupid.

I'm Claudia, by the way.

- Esther.

Uh, I would love to talk in person.

Uh, I'm seeing Kaelin on Sunday,

but maybe the day after
we can go get some dinner or something.

- Yeah, I would, I would really love that.

Um... okay.

So great to meet you.

Heard so much about you. Bye.

- Have a good night.

♪

K?

- Please tell me you didn't scare her.

Something's wrong.

I-I showed up
and she was in the fucking basement

and then there was this
random-ass woman there,

and I heard crying,
like straight-up fucking crying.

And she said stubbed her toe,

but that's like absolute fucking bullshit.

- Wait, what?
W-w-w-what do you mean?

- What if she's hiding
something down there?

What? Like, what, you think she has a,

a monster in-in the basement

or maybe she's into human trafficking
now, E? Like, what-what's up?

- K, what about
believing what she said?

- Someone we both love
just went through a mental health crisis.

Let's not jump to conclusions.
Let's be patient.

Maybe the best thing to do
is just... take a breath.

♪

♪

Hmm.

I see you did the whole

goth thing and then some.

Why?

- This will add variety.

Help you stand out.

- Excuse me?

- When you were my age,
you designed the Ophelia Lilly

2012 fall collection breakout dress

that wowed everybody.

It was eccentric and sexy.

I want this to be that for you.

- I, um... I haven't thought
about that design in ages.

Uh, to believe irrationally
in your own ability,

in your own vision,
to ignore opposing opinions,

to push through self-doubt

and... to trust yourself

because no one out there will.

That is the heart of success.

Welcome to my Season Picks.

♪

- ...the darkness is enveloping the light.

♪

♪

- I've been working on this process

for about nine weeks
and I'm really excited--

- Everyone, meet Hannah.

The better version.

- Hello, Hannah.

♪

♪

Your host's name,
their life, their memories,

they're yours now.

Like ours.

You are Hannah.

♪

♪

- This is Emmett.

I've been studying Emmett for weeks.

Today, I'll show you a new way of feeding

I've developed
off regular people, like him.

This will change everything for us.

- Okay. Alright.

It's the same
process we used on our hosts.

We study the subject deeply,
understand their weaknesses.

And grind them down mentally
until they submit.

The best part, when you feed once,

it severs your link
with your host forever.

My host is dead.

You'll feed on civilians now.

They don't deserve to live.

They're disgusting, weak,
filled with errors.

You won't need your hosts anymore.

Hannah?

Hannah!

- I was saving this one
for you all as a demo to learn.

Your brother is gone

and he is never, ever coming back.

♪

- Hannah!
Hannah!

♪

Consider this a homework assignment.

Happy hunting.

♪

♪

- Hannah?

Han? Han?

Oh, my God. Hannah, it's Esther.

Hey? Hey? Hey?

Hannah. I'm gonna call
the police, okay?

- No.
- We gotta call the police.

No.

Hannah? Hannah?

♪

♪

Han?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I'm so sorry, Esther.

- It's okay.

- Look, she-she made me not trust you

and she said
that you and Kaelin were in love.

- What?

- Because I ruin everything,
because I'm fucked up.

I don't know.

I'm so sorry.

- What?

No. No, no fucking way.
That would never happen.

You are my number one bitch, bitch.

I climbed into a basement for you.

You did.

You fucking did.

You have a twin?

- No, no.

It's complicated.

♪

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Whoa.

Uh, come in.

♪

You look different.

- Oh, in a good way?

- Just different.

- I'm so sorry for how I acted, Kaelin.

I wasn't myself.
I was going through something.

- Yeah. I know.

- I missed you.

♪

- It had like fingers and shit?
What in the actual ass fuck?

Hannah.

Hi. How are you feeling?

- Good.
- Good.

It presents severely,

but oddly it doesn't appear
to be contagious.

Blood counts are fairly normal.

- It?

- Um, we've taken a sample
of the dark discharge.

Um, we're running a few genetic tests.

- Is she gonna be okay, though?

- I'd-I'd recommend another night here.

For now, don't exert yourself.

- Okay, thank you.

- And, Hannah, we should discuss further.

Once you're feeling better,
I'd like to ask a few questions.

- Thank you.

♪

Sleepover?

Fuck.

- What?

- That was nice.

- Your, um, your birthmark is,

is different, like, uh, faded.

Looks different.

- Oh, yeah, a little cream
from the derm did the trick.

- Huh.

You think maybe we can talk in a bit?

I'm gonna go take a-a quick shower.

- Yeah, of course.
- Okay.

- Maybe I'll join you.

- Um, okay. Uh, sure.

♪

♪

- Claudia? Something's wrong.

♪

- Okay, don't freak out,

but... your host is gone.

- And what the fuck does that mean?

Your host is getting better somehow,

your energy is draining
because she's gaining

and we can't find her.

So, that's, that's the recap.

- What, so I'm gonna
be ugly and shriveled again?

Okay, listen, sexy times are over.

You need to feed now.

Did Kaelin ever speak to your host
about anything sensitive?

- His mom died of cancer
when he was a kid.

- Perfect.

♪

- Ready to talk.

Kaelin, pick up.

What the fuck?
- -It keeps going to voice mail.

Han?

- Something's wrong.

- What the fuck?

Kaelin.

- He's not picking up.

- When they left me in the basement,

Claudia told the appendage
that we wouldn't be linked for long,

that they'd find somebody else.

- No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no!

Keep that, keep that shit in.
Not happening.

- Look, they're gonna hurt him and me.

Are you sure?

- I just feel it.

- Let's fucking do this.

♪

- Oh, fuck.

♪

- Okay. Come on, let’s go.

- Han, you okay?
- Yeah.

Fuck, I don't have the keys.

- No, bitch.

Alright, alright.

- Okay, okay, we're good, we're good.

- Okay.
- M-m-move it.

- I'll let you in through the front door.

- Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no.

That's not happening.
- Just let me do this, okay?

- Hannah, you look so hot.

♪

♪

Help!

- Han? Fuck!

- Why are you hitting yourself?

Stop hitting yourself.

Fuck!

Ohh. Okay. Alright.

Kaelin's almost dead!

And then Hannah's free from you,
you disgusting shit.

Come on.

Help!

Come on. Oh, fuck.

I trusted you.

- Boo-fuckin'-hoo.

You can't!

- We can. Boo.

Don't move.
You don't wanna get a needle in the eye.

Oh, hey.

Oh, fuck.

♪

Fuck!
- Cold bitch.

Come on, Han.

♪

♪

It's over. Are you okay?

Oh, my God. Oh.

You weak shit.

I'm only here because of you.
I fucking hate you.

You're a piece of shit

and I hope fucking you die,
you ugly bitch.

- Yeah, the feeling's mutual,
but that's not gonna happen

so it's time we get used to each other.

♪

I know what you're gonna say

but I can't trust you.

And I'm just so tired.

I'm gonna take care of you, okay?

Shh.

♪

- That thing could never be you, Han.

♪

♪

- Quitting like this is very erratic,
Hannah banana.

Have you, uh,
have-have you tried therapy?

There's no shame in it.
Plenty of us are doing it these days.

Perhaps they can help you with your, uh,

your-your-your mood shifts
throughout the future, Hannah.

I am in therapy.

Fuck!

Man.

Well, this is the last of it.

Oh, we forgot to pack
the wine glasses.

- Oh, yeah, of course.

Hang on, I think
I saw some packing paper over here.

Or should we use bubble wrap?
Is this gonna be okay?

Yeah, okay.

- You know what?
I'm sorry, I can't do this.

I feel completely invisible here.

I mean, I was really sad here, Mom.

I was really sad here
and I still get sad sometimes

and that has to be okay.

That has to be okay with you.

♪

- Okay.

- Okay.

Yeah. We can definitely
put that order in for you.

Yeah. Oh, you wanna
come in for measurements?

Okay, yeah, we love that.

Um, how is 2:00 p.m. tomorrow?

Okay, fantastic.

Uh, did you decide on a plunge neck,
or-or a boat neck?

♪ eerie music playing ♪

You fuck-up.

♪

♪

- Right.

Do you--

♪

It's okay.

Shh.

♪

♪

♪