All language subtitles for The Hunger Games The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes(1)

Your father is dead, Coriolanus.
It was a rebel.

They say a trap out in the forest in 12.

It's up to us now to make him proud.

Tigris?

Tigris, where's the shirt?

I need you for ideal and
to pledge your love to you.

It's a beautiful grand man,
perhaps a little shark today.

Oh.

Have you seen Tigris
with my father's fresh shirt?

No.

Coriol!

Tigris?

I'm sorry, I know I'm
late, but look, I did it.

I did it somewhere. I
think it's really gorgeous.

It's beautiful.

The best cousin ever. Tell me everything.

Well, no, I start. I told Fabrice
at work that she needed to bleach

her white curtains, and I
slipped the shirt in when I did it.

The tesserane buttons, I made her.

The bathroom product?

Really?

Oh, did you find the
potatoes? I wanted to get

the shark to you. You
should really eat something.

Say don't forget that.

You look so handsome.
Grandma, come see, Coriolanus.

No, future president of
Padam. We salute you.

Chelsestable, won't he?

I can roam plenty more after today.

Healthy grades? Never
miss class? Ten years?

Even Dean Highbottom
can't deny us this now?

He doesn't mean he hates everyone.
He despises me.

What's the first thing you spend
the prize money on? The address?

Chocolate? Chocolate?

The sentence prize, Taggress.
We'll be able to pay the rent.

Snowman's on top.

Is that me?

Are you sweating?

I'm sleeping today.
We gave driver the morning off.

Oh, is that Ingrid? She'll be begging
to show for you around today. Just don't

forget, I was your class partner while
you were gloating over the plant prize.

Why? Please, I just want to serve Padam.

All right.

Cook serves to date for breakfast.
Get to throw half out.

She won't worry. Don't you know
that they're starving in the district?

Good luck. That's all needed.

Finally, the store of
people. That's just as

he's sharing one of
those buttons. Tesserade?

That's why they remind
me of the maid's bathroom.

Have you tried this lamb? It's scandalous.

When the vulgary with their fingers,
Felix, or any night teacher table matters.

Maybe he would have if he
wasn't so busy running the country.

And he closed it for
the front prize, right?

Because I heard
Dr. Collins sing the building.

Flint, and look at his spawn.

Who would have thought that you
could buy your way to the captain?

Mom, you can't buy class.

Did you see his mother's outfit?

Sorry, his mom.

Oh, wow. Dress a turn, I've been a bulgad.
I'm just still back to the left.

Don't do that. We all know you like him?

I don't like him. We're acting.
I tolerate him. He's district.

I tolerate him just don't encourage him.
I hear one more time.

How in the world all these hunger
games all put him in the arena must...

It's a genius.
You made it to the reaping for once.

And you made it to graduation, Festus.
We're both shot.

Spill it. Who won the prize?

Oh, no.
I'm not going to run my father's big day.

No one here actually likes
him, but they do love his money.

You know what that's
like, don't you reckon?

Honey!

I know you have high
hopes for this, but there's

no price today. Not
anymore. I'm so sorry.

How tantalizing to see all your shining
young faces on this auspicious day.

I am Dr. Volunia Ball, your
humble head gaymaker in charge

of the war department and
all its affiliated concerns.

I've broken free of my laboratory
today to examine you, the leaders

of the next generation. I
won't be around forever after all.

And now to the end, I am
honored to introduce to you the

creator of the Hunger Games
themselves, Dean Casca Highbottom.

Oh, God. Select students,
faculty, and of course Dr. Gal, I have

summoned you all here today for
the 10th annual reaping ceremony

in which we choose two children
from each district to throw into

the Capitol Arena to fight to
the death in the Hunger Games.

I can't believe they still
allow them to speak in public.

And here's Sid.

Our own 24 top prospects, all waiting
to hear the results of hard stuck in this

prestigious institution, eager to learn
who's won that Plinth Prize, no doubt.

In a golden future,
however, I am here to tell

you that there has
been a change this year.

One final assignment to prove you are
worth because the esteemed citizens of

the Capitol have grown bored of the
games and simply aren't watching anymore.

And if the games are to continue
at all, there must be an audience.

So head gaymaker Dr. Gal
has stepped in to incentivize

patriotic values with her own
unique flair, starting with you.

The Plinth Prize will no longer
be determined by who has the

best grades, but by who is the
best mentor in the Hunger Games.

This is a brand new role.

As the reaping progresses live, I will
allocate each district tribute a Capitol

Mentor behind the scenes, one who must
persuade them to perform for a camera.

Obviously the best mentor will be
the one who's tribute wins the games.

What if I get a pathetic run girl from
one of the poor districts like 8 or 12?

This is gonna die in two minutes like
they did last year and the year before.

Your role is to turn these
children into spectacles miscreting.

Not survivors.

Victory in the games is only
one of our considerations.

Your entire future
rests on this last project.

Oh and I must tell you
that anyone caught cheating

to give their tributes
an unfair advantage.

We'll just have no future at all.

Oh, here we go.

Let the reaping ceremony begin.

District one.

Boy goes to Livia Car Dews.

Girl goes to Fomiromonti.
District two. Boy.

How apt.

Boy goes to Jaz Plinth.

I got the pick of the letter.

You forget. I'm part of that letter.

Four. Boy.

Stephanie Price.

Girl. Festus Creed.

Seven. Boy.

Episanias Sickle.

Girl. Paparicte.

Eight. Boy.

Judo Phipps.

Girl. hilarious heavens be.

Ten. Boy.

Misha Whimsewick.

Girl.

Cray.

Eleven. Boy.

Commencely Dovecoat.

Eleven. Girl.

Felix Ravenstell.

Twelve. Boy.

Liz is shot on thickens.

You'll be happy about this, Miss Cray.

The Rock Girl. District 12.

She belongs to Coriolanus Snow.

Lucy Ray Bader.

Thing you're way out
of this one, Lucy Gray.

What is that dress?

She's some sort of clown.

Lucy Gray.

Hey, I didn't know.

I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

What's up?

Help her!

Just give me a minute, boys.

In my history.

You can take my voice.

In my history.

Nothing you can take from me.

Was ever worth keeping.

Nothing you can take.

No, he didn't sing it.

She had her mind.

Can't take my charm.

Can't take my humor.

Can't take my love.

Capital says keep rolling.

Because it's just a rumor.

Nothing you can take
was ever worth keeping.

You can't take what?

You can't take my charm.

You can't take my love.

You can't take my love.

Oh, she's meant to be ill.

Proud I see.

Like your father.

This, he and I were best friends.

Once.

And like me, Mr. Snow, what
are your plans after these games?

I hope to go on to the university, sir.

Naturally.

And if you fail to win the
Plinth Prize what then?

We'd make a tuition, of course.

Look at you.

You make sure to shirt, you know, two
tight shoes, trying desperately to fit in.

When I know the snows
don't have a pop to piss.

Good luck with that poor little songbird.

He saw what's wrong with you, Master.

That girl's only one of these games.

You saw her, she's underfed on statement.

The Dean said it's not just about winning.

Everything is about winning.

If not, the game is now in the crowd.

Lucy Gray won't survive in
a minute inside that arena.

So that means we have to make
every second before then count.

I'll get her to sing again.

I wouldn't sing a note
for you if I was her.

I wouldn't do anything at all.

Unless I could trust you.

She's district, Tigers.

She knows we hate her
and she wants us dead.

How am I supposed to get her to trust me?

Imagine if it was you or me and the people
that you had been ripped from your home.

I just want to know that somebody
still cared about you out here.

Don't discount her just
because she's districted for you.

You might have more
comment with her than you think.

I was little, my momma used to
bake me in buttermilk and Rose pens.

You look like you shouldn't be here.

Well, I shouldn't but I'm your mentor.

A rebel?

What does my mentor do
besides bring me rimsis?

I do my best to take care of you.

No!

On your feet.

Good luck with that gorgeous.

Ooh!

Excuse me tonight.

Excuse me.

I'd like to just go to my trip.

Hey!

What's the matter, pretty boy?

You in the wrong cage?

No.

This cage is delightful.

Get him recruited.

I'm gonna kill you.

Go do it too.

We've been killed a
peacekeeper back in Atlanta.

I do.

I say we all kill him.

I'm in.

Nothing left to lose now.

Y'all got family back home?

Kill them if you hurt him.

Then you...

Besides, he's my mentor.

I might need him.

How come you get a mender?

Mentor?

Do we each get one?

Oh, well, I'll just trust
you on that, right?

I'm just here to help you.

Why does the rainbow girl
here get special treatment?

Huh?

Why, when I'm in this here?

I'm just not inspired, I guess.

Well, we'll give him the chance
to stand up and catch their breath.

I'm jealous of that entrance.

I'm Lucretia's lucky flickerman.

A man who needs no introduction.

You'll know he's your
favorite weatherman, then.

Amateur magician.

But guess where I am today?

Here's a hint.

That's right.

The Capitol Zoo where this year's
tribute will be held here on display

behind these bars for
your viewing pleasure.

That's right.

All 24 of them.

What in the gem of Pan Am?

You see, that's an Academy Rouge, no?

Excuse me.

Hello, sir.

Yes, you.

In the red.

Who are you?

And why are you in there with them?

We're live.

Oh, Nancy.

Who are you?

Who's your great brother?

We'll introduce you to my neighbors.

Well, that's something
you don't see every day.

They're holding hands.

Yes, yes, yes.

Who are you, sir?

What are you doing in the cage here?

Hi.

How do you do?

My name is Coriolanus Snow.

And this is my tribute.

Lucie Graham Barrett from District 12.

Hi there.

What's your name?

My name is Pontius.

It's nice to meet you.

Is this your sister?

That's me.

She's only four.

Well, I think four is a
very smart age to be.

Why did you find that?

It's me.

She found me.

Must have been a music lover.

My singing called him right now.

Do you mind teaching Jess?

Of course.

I like your dress, too.

That one, who might you be?

You don't know why?

Don't laugh.

Not everyone has
televisions out in the districts.

I'm Lucretius Lucky Flickerman.

But, more enticingly, who are you?

Lucie from District 12?

Oh, it's Lucie Gray.

And I'm not actually from 12.

You know, my people are covey.

We're like a family.

We're musicians about to write,

and we travel from place to
place, as the fancy takes us.

At least we used to.

For the peacekeepers rounded us up.

I see.

But now you're District 12.

Can you say so?

Yes.

Your address is far from gray, and
seems to be a big hit with the children.

No, it is.

Well, the covey love color.

Me more so than most.

But this dress is my mom
almost, so it's extra special to me.

And she's in District 12?

Well, only her bones.

Darlin, only her purrly love bones.

Do you know my mentor?

Says his name is Corylina Snow,

and clearly I got the cake with the cream,

because nobody else is
even bothered to show up.

The game makers did tell you
to jump in the cage with them.

They didn't tell me not to.

They just said that it was a mentor's job

to introduce our tribute
to the citizens of Pan Am.

And I thought, well,
if Lucie Gray is brave

enough to be here, then
why shouldn't I be too?

For the record, I didn't have a choice.

For the record, I think you're
about to be whisked away, on a man.

Let's go.

Why?

Get us some food, please.

It's just what I haven't
eaten since the reaping.

The 10th annual 100
games are soon approaching.

So come down to the zoo and
see these tributes before it's too late.

And I mean, too late.

Look at the news.

I'm Lucretius.

Lucky Flickerman.

Your middle excursion is in violation

of about five different
academy rules, Mr. Stone.

Chief amongst them
endangering your capital student.

Who?

You.

I'm moving for the game makers to
disqualify you as a mentor immediately.

You said we had to get
our tributes to perform.

Now that we had to stay away.

Well, that ends the coordination as well.

Holding our hand, Gloria.

Introducing our two people.

You make it look as if one
in the same as those animals.

Gloria Linus didn't show those people
anything they didn't already know.

They don't need your help suggest.

But the tributes are human beings.

Just like us.

That's why nobody wants to watch the games.

Because people know deep down.

that winning a war ten years ago
doesn't justify starving people's children

taking away their freedoms, their rights.

No.

Down in the cage.

Down in the cage.

But...

On stage.

You're good at games.

Maybe one day you'll
be a game maker like me.

And if the games continue at all.

Oh, they'll continue.

With performances like young
Mr. Snow's and that's Sue.

And I came here to ask
your star Mentory Christian.

What are the Hunger Games for?

They're to punish the
districts for their uprising.

To commemorate the end of the war.

To commemorate the dull, dull, dull...

Punishment can take merely at once.

Why not drop bombs, cancel food, shipments,

stage executions, why games?

Shouldn't we be asking ourselves whether
or not they're right in the first place?

We have a problem with my games.

Some of those kids were two
years old when the war ended.

The oldest of them were only eight.

The Capitol is supposed to
be everyone's government now.

It is supposed to protect all of us.

I don't see how making children fight each
other to the death is protecting anyone.

As so to sympathy, my identity.

With your mentoring assignment.

Perhaps the Capitol students are ill.

Sue, perhaps the game's time has passed.

Do you know I thought it was wrong?

My classmates too.

Maybe St. James is on to something.

Maybe we should be viewing
those tributes as human beings.

When you saw those kids in the zoo
they just wanted to get to know Lucy Gray.

If we need people to watch,

we should be letting them get
closer to the tributes before the games.

To make the stakes personal.

Who will watch the games that make
care of what happens to the tributes?

Everyone.

If they thought the tributes they
cared about had a chance of winning.

People need someone to root
for and someone to root against.

We need them to invest.

And if we bend a few capital laws,

we could even have them place bets.

Look, I know Lucy Gray
may not win in the arena,

but if you give her a chance,

I would bet the plan to prize that
she can win people's attention.

I'd like you to write up a proposal
of these thoughts tonight, Mr. Snow.

Wait.

You and you might actually use his ideas?

It will help the ratings. Why not?

Why don't you join us and I,
her class partners, Dr. Gold,

we'll do all of our assignments together.

It'll be an interesting test.

I was trying to fatten that poor girl
up so you can finally start taking bets.

You think they'll give those kids a scrap
if we don't give them a reason to do it?

How do you think you should be
able to have a chance if you can't eat?

He was my classmate back in two.

It's not your fault.

I know. I'm so blameless and choking on it.

My father bought him for
me, you know, at the reaping.

Just so he could show me
that I could never go back to two.

But being capital is going to
kill me, so do something about it.

I'm bad news.

It's me, Marcus, look.

Here, I got some food for you.

Here.

Come on.

Is that for us?

I'm not hungry.

You think I can't hear your
stomach growling just at digs?

Come on.

What happened to his neck?

I'm a bat fart.

I'm first not on the train.

I didn't sleep the whole
journey because he was

keeping the bats off
me, so I'd get some rest.

One thing I learned in 12
is that hunger is a weapon.

Your friend over there sure knows it.

She is not my friend.
She is poisoned with perfect teeth.

Are you going to share everything
that I give you with Jessal?

Why?

I think I ought to build up my strength
so I can strangle him in the arena.

Not exactly my fault.

I might have a chance to help you.

To make some suggestions
to the game makers.

I might even be able to get the
audience to send you gifts in the arena,

for moon and water, to keep you going.

You just have to try singing
again to win people over.

I don't sing when I'm told I sing
when I have something to say.

Besides, I've seen your arena
and there's nowhere to hide.

What's the point?

The guards say you get
money if you get more

people to watch, and you
say you want to help me.

Which is it?

Well, I don't know. Thank you.

That's why he's staring?

Please.

I always thought there was
plenty of food in the capital.

You know, one time during the
war, I ate a whole jar of paste.

Just to stop the pain in my stomach.

No, was it?

It was tasty.

That little one was just so sweet.

So young.

Something about reminds
me of my cousin, my rivalry.

I can't stand to think of
them without me like this.

Sure.

You seem like a good man going into snow.

It sure would have been nice to
meet you in no different circumstances.

One of your shows, maybe.

You got a head of drink?

The answer do.

I've had all the time in the world.

It's okay.

Hold on.

It's okay. I'll get out.

Somebody help me, please.

Please.

What?

What?

Let's go, come on.

This is how it begins.

The war was my fault.

This is just to be closer to the tribute.

You were just lucky that your
songbird didn't pick out your eyes too.

She's not a rebel kid, ma'am.
She's just a girl.

Trust me that one hasn't
been a girl in a long time.

Outside of this capital, there's savages.

One and all.

However they may smile, she will use you.

You must use her.

Or you'll end up dead in
the trees like your father.

Mr. Dr. God, please.

In spite of yesterday's tragic events,

our president has decided
that the games must go on.

show everyone the capital is
unafraid of such acts of terror,

to which end Dr. God
wishes you to preview

the arena this afternoon
with your tributes.

Later this evening, there will be
a special televised presentation

of each tribute to our audience
to now get to know them.

You will have an hour to discuss gratitude.

You may begin.

You and I are coming.

We need to make you more marketable.

I'm not really good planning.

I used to come in my
mum and I slept a lot of time.

It's getting infected.

It's fun.

Look at me, Amina.

I want you, Amina.

Let's read behind.

Oh, let me read you well.

I'm so sorry about your classmates.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

I'm wearing my mum's dress.

I think keeping me together here.

It's like she's grabbing
her arms around me.

My mother, she used to smell like roses.

She died at childbirth.

I'm just going to have a little sister.

Oh, if your parents gone?

It's your an orphan.

Look at me.

Look.

I need you to say these interviews later.

It's the night before the game is
in your last chance to win B-Blover.

I can't send you a kiss in
the arena without their money.

Maybe.

A guitar, a good first baby, maybe.

You really want to take care of
me in that arena of Coroninas?

Start by thinking I can actually win.

No, go.

You can't expect us to have written
that proposal last night, can't you?

That was crying for hours.

We did.

Write it.

I turned it in this morning.

All right, give me the bullet points.

Miss Distil, Miss Devcoat,
come and see my new babies.

Is there a point to the color?

There's a point to everything.

It's Devcoat or to nothing at all.

Which brings me to your proposal.

Which one of you actually wrote it?

I was inspired by Coriolinas
yesterday, of course.

This little wedding idea.

But the sponsorships.

And the gifts in the arena.

Those are all mine.

Honey.

So what's your sweetie
handwriting on that page?

Very impressive, Miss Devcoat.

Unfortunately, my assistant was
stuck at her trash this morning.

In line the shelf of this
very terrarium with it.

So please, Miss Devcoat,
between it for us, won't you?

So we might all consider
your inspired ideas.

Don't worry.

My little predators are perfectly docile.

that those they can trust.

So if they're used to your scent,

if you'll handle their food, for example,

or if they've inhaled the
sweat of your palm on an age.

They'll leave you alone.

I'm new scent, however.

You'd be on your own little girl.

Retrieve it.

Honey.

You asked about the colors, Miss Devcoat.

I want my enemies to see a rainbow
of destruction and golfing the world.

I'm not above using
spectacle to create a little terror.

A strategy your classmate here
articulated very well in his proposal.

And God, your suggestions.

I'm going to recommend my team
implement as many as possible tomorrow.

What?

Oh, she died.

The pleasure in breaking ground in
one's research as one gets to find it.

You better keep Miss
Devcoat's fate between us.

I don't think her mother would be happy to
learn how she'd caught this sudden flute.

I run alone, you have an arena to promote,

and it's time for my milk and crackers.

Alright, let's go.

Hey, you. Get that camera on her. A coral.

Welcome to the arena of the
10th Annual Hunger Games.

Truly, it's mentors. You have 15 minutes
to survey the space and discuss strategy.

Hey, Lumberjack.

Amina.

No, no, just you. Just you.

Is she grey? Is she?

She's life.

Who'd happened?

It was at Rebel Balmy.

They must have been planning it for months.

Four tributes were killed.

Everyone's terrified for you.

People are walking
themselves into their houses.

I feel like it's raining so so quiet.

Rebel released a message
they said they wanted to

tear down the symbol of
the Hunger Games on live TV.

Marcus got out.

He's the only one who peacekeepers
surrounding him in the streets,

but at least he has a better chance
out there than he would tomorrow.

It's a Laurel.
They're not still going ahead of the games.

Oh, no. Lucy Grey.

Lucy Grey could have run.

But she saved me.

And now our bus. Lucy Grey.

Somebody started.

Districts.

I wrote this song about a boy
back in 12, and I hope he hears it.

Tomorrow I want to leave.

But when the bell rings, I'll be you wrong.

Let's see you eat beer.

I know the soul that you struggled to save.

Too bad I'm the best
that you lost in the reaping.

Now what's your favorite?

Thank you for being here.