All language subtitles for Wednesday (2022) - S01E05 - You Reap What You Woe (1080p NF WEB x265 Ghost)_Track03

How well
do we really know our parents?

Take my father.

I've always considered him an open book.

A man given to misguided schemes
and exaggerated displays of affection.

But when he was a student,

he was accused of a murder
that took place right up there.

Which leads me to wonder...

...what really happened
that stormy night 32 years ago?

I think he had a sword,
and they certainly have issues.

I don't like to tell tales,
Sheriff Walker,

but it's all Morticia Frump's fault.

They were fighting over her.

Tish...

I don't know what to say, Gomez.

Seeing you in handcuffs,
accused of murder...

I've never loved you more.

Cara mia.

All right, that's enough, Addams.

Let's go.

Let's move it out. Let's get going.

Ah, the fetid air of teenage angst.

These were the best years of our lives,
were they not, Tish?

They certainly were, mi cariño.

I hope Wednesday's happy to see us.

I left a dozen messages
on her crystal ball. Still no reply.

Fret not, my plum-lipped cupid.

I'm sure she's dying to see us.

Mmm.

Come on, let's go.

Nevermore was created
as a safe haven for our children

to learn and to grow,

no matter who or what they are.

I realize most of you have heard about

the unfortunate incident
involving one of our students.

But I'm happy to report
that Eugene is on the mend

and is expected to make a full recovery.

So let's focus on the positive

and make this Parents' Weekend
our very best yet.

On the mend?

Try in a coma.

Have you been to see him?

- You're his friend.
- I'm the reason he's in the hospital.

That is not your fault, okay?

The monster hasn't attacked anyone
in the past week.

Maybe you finally scared it off.

Or maybe it went into hiding
to avoid this weekend.

Look at this.
Some things never change.

I knew I should have worn my plague mask.

Would you look at my family?

Talk about toxic pack mentality.

I give my mom 30 seconds
before her judge-y claws come out.

Let's get this over with.

There she is.

Oh, how we missed those
accusing eyes and youthful sneer.

How are you, my little rain cloud?

I thought Thing was filling you in
on my every move.

I uncovered your feeble subterfuge
almost immediately.

So, how's the little fella doing?

Does he still have all his fingers?

Relax. I haven't snapped
any of his digits.

Yet.

So tell us everything.

Since you've abandoned me here,
I've been hunted, haunted...

and the target of an attempted murder.

Ah, Nevermore. I love you so.

Enid.

Oh, let me look at you.

- One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand...
- Have you not been waxing?

Three seconds. That's a personal best.

Are you feeling well?
You're looking a touch anemic.

Have you been eating enough red meat?

It's good to see you too, Mom.

And you, Dad.

Not sure how much more of this
family togetherness I can take.

Think you skipped where you apologize
for acting like a jerk last weekend.

I'm sorry for what happened at the dance.

I shouldn't have asked you
to siren-song me like that.

Guessing your dad's
a no-show again this year?

Yeah.

I got a text this morning. You?

Gabrielle hasn't shown her face
since I started here.

Probably sunning herself
somewhere in the Seychelles.

My darling daughter.

I made it.

Wouldn't miss this for the world.

I guess you misjudged her.

Our old yearbook.

I haven't laid eyes on this
in over 20 years.

Such good times we had,
didn't we, Larissa?

Some of us better than others.

Oh, don't be so modest.

You always filled a room
with your presence.

Like a stately sequoia tree.

And I guess that would make you
the lumberjack.

There's that biting
sense of humor that I always adored.

Do you remember when we did that duet
for the Solstice Talent Show?

Your Judy Garland impression
was a dead ringer.

Sounds positively suicidal.

Oh.

My picture's gone.

Really? Well, that is odd.

May I borrow this for the weekend?

That way Gomez and I can take
a little walk down memory lane.

Rawr.

All right.

Let's get down
to the matter at hand, shall we? Hmm?

Unfortunately, Wednesday's
assimilation has been rocky at best.

Because I refuse to embrace

the culture of dishonesty
and denial permeating this school.

Starting with the monster that
killed Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU.

Although I do hear he's on the mend.

We've always encouraged Wednesday
to speak her mind.

Sometimes her sharp tongue can cut deep.

Apparently her therapist feels
she hasn't been very open to the process.

Their time together has not yielded
the results we'd hoped.

I'm not a lab rat.

Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken,
and we both agree

it would be most beneficial for you all
to attend a family session this weekend.

No.

I thought that might be your reaction,
but your parents can see the wisdom in it.

Um, not to side with Wednesday,
but, um, we're only here for the weekend.

Oh, come on.

What can it hurt? To be honest,

I've always been a big fan
of head-shrinking.

It's not that kind of head-shrinking,
mon chéri.

Well,

that is disappointing.

But anything for our little girl.

Ah.

Yeah.

You make sure they search that cave
for any sign of that creature.

No stone unturned.
They bag and tag everything, all right?

And then follow up with the lab.
I want the DNA results on that claw.

We already got one kid in the ICU,
a bunch of people in the morgue.

I don't want any more.

All right.

Son of a bitch.

What's wrong?

Just hard to stomach a murderer
wandering around town scot-free.

At least they care enough
about Wednesday to go to therapy with her.

Tyler, come on. We've been through this.

I'm just... I'm not comfortable

dredging up the family past
with some complete stranger.

Think it's easy for me to sit there
and talk about my crap?

I've got a lot on my plate now, bud.

You got the results already?

All right. Tape off the scene.
I'll be right there.

Dad. You okay? What's going on?

You know Reggie, the local coroner?

He just blew his brains out.

So, who wants to start?

Maybe we can discuss what it's like
having Wednesday away from home?

I mean, for me...

...it's been hard
not having Wednesday around.

I never thought I'd miss
being waterboarded so much.

Morticia, Gomez.

- How have you been coping?
- It's been torture for us too.

Fortunately,
my brother Fester's rack fits two people.

Nothing like a good stretch
to bring out the best in each other.

Querida mía.

Um...

Enough!

I think it's high time
my parents faced the music.

It seems they've been lying to me.

Keeping secrets.

Murderous secrets
that need to be addressed.

Who was Garrett Gates,
and why are you accused of murdering him?

Whoa.

Those charges were dropped.
Your father is an innocent man.

Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced.

Wednesday, stop.

This is neither the time nor the place.

Actually, this is exactly the place.

- These sessions are--
- Doctor. This does not concern you.

And I refuse to debate a decades-old
witch-hunt with you right now.

- I--
- Darling, maybe we should--

No. This session is over.

Have it your way, Mother.

- Wednes... Wednesday?
- If you refuse to tell me the truth,

I'll just have to excavate it myself.

You...

Thanks for the candy.

Actually, that's potpourri.

Why don't you take the bowl?

What were you thinking?

How could you ambush
your father like that? Wednesday.

How could I?
You insisted I go to this school.

Did you really think
I wouldn't find out your secret?

You don't know the full story.
Your father did nothing wrong.

I'll be the judge of that.

Potpourri?

Mmm!

How did you find me?

MorningSong community misses you.

I miss you.

And by community, you mean cult?

We are a personal development movement

that helps people
take control of their lives.

After you take control
of their bank accounts.

I haven't come here to fight, Brandy Jane.

My name is Bianca.

New name. New life.

It's time to come home.

That place was never my home.

- Gideon said you'd resist.
- Don't say that man's name to me.

You think he'd give a damn about
some single mom and her daughter

if we weren't sirens?

That is no way to talk
about your stepfather.

You actually married him.

He wants you to come home,
so that we can be a real family.

Hard pass.

He's already got one siren
to do his bidding.

Goodbye, Ma.

I don't want to see more MorningSong
bracelets anywhere near this town.

My siren song is drying up.

Recruitment numbers are down,

and the wrong people
are starting to ask questions.

This wasn't a request.

And if I refuse?

Then everybody here is gonna know
how you siren'd your way into Nevermore.

I finally make something of myself
and you want to destroy it.

You haven't made squat, Bianca.

You're just scamming
a higher class of people,

but they are not your friends.

Sooner or later they will see through you.

A siren can never change her scales.

You got until the end of the weekend
to say your goodbyes.

I harvested hive number three.

The bees miss you, Eugene.

We all do.

Thanks for keeping an eye on him.

Any updates?

He didn't deserve this.

I should be in that bed.

Why did you go without me?

- Didn't mean to startle you, dear.
- You must be Wednesday.

Eugene's moms. Sue and Janet.

You were all he could talk about lately.

He was so happy you joined the Hummers.

Eugene hasn't had the easiest time
fitting in at Nevermore.

He was so excited
to finally make a real friend.

I brought him some honey.

Eugene loves those dang bees
like they're his kids.

His fuzzy-buzzy babies.

He's gonna be okay, right?

I should go.

First time someone's
killed themselves in the morgue.

Guys don't know what to do with the body.

- What do you got?
- Gun was legal and registered in his name.

Colt .45.

Janitor said he kept it in his desk.

I just saw Doc last week.

He was planning a cruise with his wife.
He seemed excited all about retirement.

Guess you never know
what's going through someone's mind.

A bullet, apparently.
We got security footage?

Nope. Camera was obscured.
Black bubblegum.

I got them scrubbing through video
to find out how long it's been there.

Black bubblegum.

You don't say...

The suicide note says
he felt guilty about an old case.

Says he covered it up,
faked the coroner's report,

and has been living with guilt
for all these years.

What case?

Uh, Garrett Gates.

Garrett Gates. You gotta be kidding me.

You heard of it?

I've been waiting 30 years
to put away his murderer.

You know who did it?

There's only ever been one suspect.

I always thought
they were covering up the truth.

Now I got my proof.

Mmm. I am famished.

You're not hungry, darling?

My appetite eludes me, Mother.

The same way the truth eludes you.

We need to tell her.

She'll never believe us.

We must stay strong.

And hope that something more morbid
comes along to distract her.

So are you going to make me ask?

Ajax and I haven't defined
our relationship yet.

I'm not talking about boys.

Have you wolfed out yet?

No.

Well, that is a disappointment.

That's me.

A huge disappointment.

Can I ask what this is about, Sheriff?

What's happening, Ms. Thornhill?

I have no idea.

Gomez Addams.

How can I help you, Sheriff?

You're under arrest
for the murder of Garrett Gates.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Dad?

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed for you.

My little tormenta, how's your mother?

Devastated. She hates you in orange.

I caught her laying a rose on a grave
earlier today.

The headstone read "Garrett Gates."

The very boy
you've been arrested for murdering.

Care to explain?

Garrett was infatuated with your mother.

He mistook her kindness for interest.

His infatuation turned into obsession,

and he started stalking her.

- Why didn't you call the police?
- We tried.

But his family were
the oldest and richest in Jericho.

No one believed us.

Garrett's father, an outcast-hating bigot,

was furious that your mother
had accused his only son.

It all came to a head
the night of the Rave'N Dance.

Your mother and I stepped out
to catch our breath.

Addams!

And that's when I saw him.

He had broken into the school.

His twisted love for your mother
had made him insane.

His eyes bore into me,
brimming with murderous intent.

Go. Get out of here. He won't hurt me.

Garrett, no!

Garrett, stop!

My life flashed before my eyes.

Driven by jealousy and hate,
Garrett was unstoppable.

When I saw the sword,

my survival instinct kicked in.

It was a terrible accident.

If I'm being objective,
his confession sounds entirely plausible,

delivered with
the perfect degree of sincerity.

Perhaps my father is exactly what he says.

Thank you for being honest with me.

But then there's the matter of his tells.

The way he smooths his mustache.

The way he delivers a comforting wink.

I've been playing Russian roulette
with him since I was 12.

I know them well.

I'm sorry I wasn't a better father.

Could we please do without
the overt display of emotion?

I know they make you feel uncomfortable.

How many fathers hand their daughter
a fencing blade when she's five?

Your saber strokes
were an essay in perfection.

Or teach her how to swim with sharks?

They found you as cold-blooded as I do.

The right way to flay a rattlesnake?

They really do taste like chicken
when prepared properly.

The point is, you taught me
how to be strong and independent.

How to navigate myself in a world
full of treachery and prejudice.

You are the reason
I understand how imperative it is

that I never lose sight of myself.

So as far as fatherhood goes, I would say
you've been more than adequate.

Gracias, Wednesday.

We need to talk.

How the hell did you get in?

Bernice? Bernice!

Bernice may or may not have received
a call that her tabby cat Swifty

is being held for ransom.

My father did not kill Garrett Gates.

Well, I have his signed confession,

and he identified
the saber he used to do it.

Both of which I'm about to deliver
to the District Attorney.

Don't you find the timing convenient?

The coroner kills himself out of remorse
for a decades-old murder case

the very weekend my father,
your prime suspect,

deigns to return to town.

All I see is a guilty man
who's finally going to pay for his crime.

And cuffing him myself,
oh, that was the icing on the cake.

How are you failing to see that someone is

desperately trying
to derail my investigation?

I found the monster's cave,
and I gave you the DNA evidence.

Did you even bother to test it?

This may come as a shock,
but the world doesn't revolve around you.

Here. DNA results.

No match. Inconclusive.

So you truly believe
this is all some coincidence?

Whoever hurt Eugene
also murdered the coroner.

Unfortunately, someone sabotaged
the security camera in the morgue,

so we don't know what happened.

They stuck bubblegum on the lens.

Black bubblegum.

Maybe I should run DNA on that?

Someone is trying to throw me
off my game. This is all a distraction.

No, this is about justice being served.

Garrett Gates's family deserves closure,

even if none of them
are around to take comfort in it.

What happened to them?

His mother hung herself in the backyard.

His father drank himself
to an early grave.

Even his little sister didn't escape.

She was orphaned,
sent overseas, ended up drowning.

Every last one of them's gone.

Your father doesn't just have
Garrett's blood on his hands,

he's got the whole damn family's.

Here. I brought you a gift.

That's so sweet.
You didn't have to get me anything.

I know, but I thought we got off
on the wrong foot this weekend.

I just want you to know
that all I want is the very best for you.

What are these?

Brochures.

For summer camp.

These aren't just ordinary summer camps.

These are camps
for lycanthropy conversion.

Oh, no need to be dramatic, Enid.

You want to send me
to conversion therapy for werewolves?

It worked wonders
for your cousin Lucille, didn't it?

Seven weeks in the Balkan countryside

and she was
howling at the moon in no time.

As it should be.

Don't you want to wolf out
and finally be normal, honey?

Go away.

You forgot your fishing gear.

Stop trying to be nice.

It doesn't suit you.

Father packed your favorite bait.

What'll happen to him now?

Well, he's confessed,
so there won't be a trial.

After he's sentenced,
he'll be sent to a state penitentiary,

where he'll lose his mind
being separated from Mother.

Did you know they haven't spent
a night apart since they tied the knot?

I always thought I'd be the first one
in the family behind bars.

Lurch and I had a bet going.

Come on. Let's see if the fish are biting.

That's quite a catch.

I'm gonna miss him, Wednesday.

It's not over yet. He's innocent.

Well,

if anyone can figure out
who really committed the crime...

it's you.

You have to find out the truth
and free Dad.

Well, until that happens,
we both know Mother will be falling apart.

Which means we have to be strong.

And by "we," I mean you.

Now, give me one of those.

Where is Mother anyway?

She said she wanted to be alone.

Somewhere where no one would find her.

Hello, Mother.

Hello, Wednesday.

So you're a Nightshade.

That didn't take long.

Actually, I rejected them.

Why? Because I was a member?

I'll never live up to your legacy here,

so why try?

I win the Poe Cup,
you claimed it four times.

I join the fencing team, you captained it.

Why would you send me somewhere
I could only ever exist in your shadow?

It's not a competition, Wednesday.

Everything is a competition, Mother.

But mostly I rejected them
because they're a trivial social club.

We used to be so much more.

Our mission was to protect outcasts
from harm and bigotry.

In fact, the group was started by
an ancestor of your father's from Mexico.

One of the first settlers in America.

Goody.

I saw her painting at Pilgrim World.

Oh.

How ironic, since she was the one
who killed Joseph Crackstone.

The Nightshades were her secret,
but deadly, answer to his oppression.

I know why you've come here, Wednesday.

So go on. Ask.

Father didn't kill Garrett Gates, did he?

No.

By the time
I made it up the stairs,

I found your father fighting for his life.
It was terrifying.

Garrett, no!

Garrett!

Garrett, stop!

Leave him alone!

I'll never forget the way he looked at me.

He was even foaming at the mouth.

It was like I was staring
into the eyes of a rabid beast.

Oh, no.

It was only
when I heard the scream

that I realized what I'd done.

Your father was so...

calm and brave.

Tish, you need to leave right now.

Go to your room and lock the door.

You were never here.

You understand me?

Morticia?

Put this back on the table.

- Go.
- Okay.

Your father took the blame
in order to protect me.

I was so grateful
when they cleared him of any wrongdoing.

But I knew,

someday this would come back to haunt us.

You said Garrett was foaming at the mouth.

His eyes didn't look human.

I've never seen someone
so blinded by rage.

Maybe it wasn't rage at all.

Foaming saliva,
dilated pupils, mental confusion.

What are those all textbook symptoms of?

But how can that be?

There's only one way to find out.

This reminds me of when
you got your first grave-digging kit.

You were so happy, you nearly smiled.

Are you sure you don't want to join?

Uh... mm... No, that's okay, darling.

I don't want to spoil your fun.

Moment of truth.

Hello, Garrett.

I was right.

Well, well,
what do we have here?

Guess there's gonna be
an Addams family reunion

in lockup tonight.

You're both under arrest.

Get comfortable.
You can post bail in the morning.

Not even the long arm of the law
could keep us apart.

At least we'll have
one last night together.

Yes.

I've seen jackals with more self-control
than you two.

Neither one of you are strong enough
to serve hard time.

And thanks to me, you won't have to.

I knew our little jailbird
would have an escape plan.

It's a souvenir from our outing.
I borrowed it from Garrett.

He died from nightshade poisoning.

The remarkable preservation of soft tissue
and blue tint confirms it.

- Which means Garrett was dying--
- Before you stabbed him.

You look even more ravishing
as an innocent woman.

Yes.

For once, could you two
get off of each other and focus.

Prove to me you're still worthy
to be called my son!

Kill all those outcasts!

Sneak into that dance
and spike the punch bowl.

Addams!

Wednesday.

Did you have a vision?

What happened?

What did you see?

The night Garrett died,

he had a vial of nightshade poison
that broke in his pocket.

He wasn't just trying to kill father.

He was going to use the nightshade poison
to murder the entire school.

Thank you for seeing us
at such short notice, Mr. Mayor.

Yes, well, veiled threats
have that effect.

Garrett Gates wasn't killed
by a stab wound.

That blue sheen is a telltale sign
of nightshade poisoning.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

Because back when you were sheriff,

you were in charge and covered it up.

Ansel Gates hated outcasts and Nevermore.

He claimed the land
the school was built on

was stolen from his family
over 200 years ago.

Garrett went there that night
to spike the punch

and kill all the kids at that dance.

Ansel confessed the whole thing to me
in a drunken stupor. It was his idea.

Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar
to falsify the autopsy report?

You knew the truth
about how he really died.

Listen, my job was to keep the peace.

If there had been a trial,

Jericho's and Nevermore's reputations
would have been trashed.

I think the only reputation you were
worried about ruining was your own.

I remember Garrett bragging to me

that his father
had the sheriff in his pocket.

One year later,
you get elected mayor. Hmm.

No doubt with the full support
of Ansel Gates.

I resent your implication.

What I resent is that
you could have prevented Garrett's death

if you had done your job when I lodged
my complaint about him stalking me.

But no.

Men like you have no idea
what it feels like not to be believed.

What do you want?

All charges dropped.

My father will be released immediately

with a full and unequivocal apology
from the sheriff's office.

Do we have a deal?

You were very impressive in there.

When did your visions begin?

A few months ago.

- Hmm.
- Before I left for Nevermore.

I'm sorry you didn't feel
you could tell me.

I know we've had our difficulties lately.

Navigating the treacherous shoals
of our mother-daughter relationship.

But I'm always here for you, Wednesday.

Always.

Sometimes when I touch
someone or something,

I get these very violent glimpses
from the past or future.

I don't know how to control it.

Our psychic ability resides
on the spectrum of who we are.

Given my disposition,

my visions tend to be positive.

That makes me a Dove.

And for someone like me?
Who sees the world through a darker lens?

You're a Raven.

Your visions are more potent,
more powerful.

But without the proper training,
they can lead to madness.

If I could help you, I would, Wednesday.

But we're not trained by the living.

Somebody from our bloodline reaches out
from beyond to help us when we're ready.

Goody has.

I've seen her before.

Be careful, Wednesday.

Goody was a witch of great strength,

but her vengeance pushed her too far,

and even she couldn't save herself.

Sorry about all this.

I don't hold grudges,

only blood debts.

So, your daughter and my son have become...

close.

I pity any boy
who gets caught in her viper's gaze,

but he must be a good egg.

She wouldn't tolerate anything less.

He has his mom to thank for that.

Dad!

I missed you so much, Dad.
I missed you so much.

Querida.

Mi amor.

Don't crowd me.

So, it's decided. Six weeks at Camp Howl.

- You'll need to pick which activity--
- No, I don't.

Because I'm not going.

Not this summer. Not ever.

If I'm meant to wolf out,
then I'm going to do it on my own timeline

and not yours.

I hope that one day,
you'll finally accept me for who I am.

I'm proud of you, kiddo.

You do you.

I'll come back and help you
under one condition.

Wait until the school year is over.

- How do I know you won't run away again?
- Because we both have too much to lose.

But after this,

you and MorningSong
are out of my life... forever.

Don't push it.

Well, at least we can't say
Parents' Weekend wasn't a nail-biter.

I knew you didn't have what it takes
to be a murderer.

As much as that stings,

gracias, my little death trap.

Mwah.

As I leafed through
the pages of this yearbook,

I was reminded
of all the wonderful times I had here.

But they were just that.

Mine.

You have your own path to blaze.

I don't want to be
a stranger in your life, darling.

If you need me for anything,

anything at all,

I'm only a crystal ball away.

Thank you, Mother.

I knew it.

I did witness Rowan
getting murdered that night.

Excuse me?

When Rowan appeared the next morning,
it was you.

When you participated in the talent show,

not only did you impersonate Judy Garland,

you became her.

You're a shape-shifter.

That's a fascinating theory.

I'm curious to find out
how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.

You won't tell a soul, Miss Addams.

And it wouldn't matter much if you did.

Rowan's father already knows
what happened,

and he fully supports my decision
not to involve the authorities.

Why would he agree to that?

Because Rowan was not in his right mind.

His telekinetic abilities
were driving him mad

and he attempted to murder you twice.

His tragic death allowed us
to rectify the situation

without casting the school
or Rowan in an unflattering light.

You and Mayor Walker are the same,
aren't you?

Burying bodies
to cover your dirty secrets.

I did what I needed to do to shield
this school from controversy

and protect its students from harm.

Tell that to Eugene.

How are you protecting him?

What on earth?