All language subtitles for Superstition s01e08 Youre Not My Momma.eng

Last time on Superstition...

Would it have killed you to
let me know I had a daughter?

Would it have killed you to let me know

you were breaking up with
me and off to Afghanistan?

Mayor Bickley,

we have to cancel Founder's Day.

What the hell kind of emergency
could justify canceling it?

Glad to know we're
on the same side, sir.

I want you to take this.

The Ring of Solomon.

Have no fear, Sir Isaac
is here with my famous

homemade sweet potato pie.

I've heard a lot about this pie.

- It better measure up.
- Hmm.

Baby, you know, I invented
sweet potato pie, baby.

- Oh, I'm sure you did.
- Yeah.

No matter how sweet this is,

it's not gonna get you out
of cleaning the kitchen. Hmm?

Well...

Maybe something else will.

- Isaac.
- Huh?

Stop. Not in front of the child.

That child has streamed
worse than this. Look at her.

Um, no, geriatric sex is not trending.

Yeah, but it is fun.

Ew.

Oh, why does Thankstaking
involve so much gluttony?

Thankstaking?

Like this country was founded on giving.

From the beginning, when indigenous
people were slaughtered...

Garvey, we had a deal,
not here, not now.

- Mom, come on.
- Child, you are not about to ruin

my Thanksgiving food coma.

We have much to be thankful for.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Thanks, Pop.
- You know, Garvey,

while it's good to acknowledge the past,

it should not be at the expense
of embracing the present.

I think she doesn't have any
problem embracing anything.

I mean, your last plate
did look like Mount Everest.

Wow. So now I'm being food-shamed.

Yeah, good job, Dad.

- Like, really?
- I got you, baby.

Nothing says I love
you to a woman more than

pointing out how much she's eaten.

I don't know, I think
I can get used to this.

- Is that right? Let me...
- If you don't get your stuff...

- No, let me get some.
- Quit.

Don't make me have to
bust my cuffs out on you.

You'd like that.

Childish.

I really did miss this, you know?

Everybody being back
together, it's like old times.

Kind of like new times.

You know, with The
Dredge being gone, maybe

people in La Rochelle
will start to feel like

they can get a fresh start.

I wish that fresh start
included a vacation because...

Help me, free me, choose me, let us out.

Help us. Help me, free
me, choose me, let us out.

We interrupt with a
tropical storm alert.

Flash flooding is expected
in the outlying areas.

Doppler radar indicates that
it should hit in 24 hours.

The weather advisory
recommends staying indoors.

This does not look good.

Yeah, we should probably move inside.

You guys, come help?

It's a dead raven.

Someone just died.

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La Rochelle did not have a gas leak!

It was an all-out war between
the humans and infernals.

And you sat back and did zilch. Why?

Why?

I'm just a sleepy old mayor
in a sleepy old town...

The Dredge summoned
infernals within 100 miles

to descend upon La
Rochelle and wreak havoc!

No one has heard from our master since.

We each had a role to play.

It was not in our
purview to question it.

And helping the Hastings thwart The
Dredge's plan was in your purview?

I saw you at that tent
with that half-breed!

The day was lost already.

I did what the situation
demanded to keep my cover.

Now what would you have me do now

- that The Dredge is gone?
- Lay all of the Hastings souls to waste!

And leave that bitch, whore
of a police chief to me!

Does it not trouble you that
they killed our brethren?

Of course.

The Hastings are a threat to our kind

and must be dealt with accordingly.

Drink?

We will handle it together.

But you must never question my methods.

Why is that?

Why?

You see there?

You go questioning me.

But you were right.

The question remains...

How does one solve the Hastings problem?

Connie?

Yes, Mr. Bickley?

Please get all the
records from City Hall

regarding Isaac Hastings and his family.

Right away, sir.

Oh, and, uh...

Send in a janitor.

We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Sangsorn.

Thank you.

There's one thing.

Lisa's last wish, more
of a request really...

It's a bit weird.

Well, there are no rules on
remembrance, Mr. Sangsorn.

This is Lucy.

Forgive me, her batteries
must be running low.

Where's my mama?

We tried for years to
start our own family.

Doctors called it
unexplained infertility.

After that, Lisa became
obsessed with her doll

and Lucy became her surrogate daughter.

Her final wish was
to be buried with Lucy

so they could forever
rest in peace together.

Will that be an issue?

No, no, of course not, Mr. Sangsorn.

We'll honor your wife's wishes.

No one cares for the
departed like the Hastings,

that I can assure you.

Thank you, both.

You're welcome, sir.

Hey.

Sweetie.

I got this.

Absolutely not.

Tilly, we honor the
wishes of the departed

and those made on
behalf of the departed.

That is what we do.

- Copy that. Um...
- Mmm-hmm.

I don't talk about it much,
but I have pediophobia.

All the stuff we've dealt with, ghosts,

goblins, ghouls,

even your relatives.

And you're scared of a little old doll.

Yeah, well, that's why it's
called an irrational fear.

It's not rational, so...

God, those eyes are just pure evil.

Her eyes are cute.

Look, she's looking right at you.

- Look at her.
- No.

You need to spend a little
one-on-one time with her.

- I really don't.
- Look at her.

Face your fears.

Tilly? Either way,

we need them buried together.

I believe in you, girl.

No, no, please take that thing with you.

Subject name is Lisa Sangsorn,

approximately 35 years of age.

Asian, female.

Cause of death is cardiac
arrest due to sleep apnea

and reported depression due
to unexplained infertility,

and will you stop staring at me?

You're not my mama.

My beloved Lisa left this world behind

and in doing so,

left behind her best friend.

Lisa and I were fortunate enough

to share many wonderful years together,

years that I'll cherish always,

- even if they were cut short.
- What's with the doll?

But I take comfort...

- Now is not the time, son.
- ... today,

Lisa is at peace.

And Lisa's finally free from suffering.

Free from wanting a family,

a child that fate denied us.

Lisa may have died unfulfilled,

but she filled my heart.

It's overflowing, even now.

Can I offer you a handkerchief, Miss...

- Brenda.
- Please afford me a moment...

- Brenda Greenland.
- ... to tell my best friend goodbye.

Thank you.

Of course.

And, um, allow me to
offer my condolences...

Calvin Hastings.

A professional would
turn their phone off.

One second.

It's for you, professional.

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Ah, Mr. Hastings.

Please, come in, come in.

Have a seat. We have much to discuss.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

How can I help you, Mr. Mayor?

I like that, to the point.

Which is, most of the town thinks

that you cause the very hauntings

you claim to eradicate.

And whatever evil is in this town,

emanates from your family.

And they're right.

People are afraid of what
they don't understand.

No one truly understands death...

... nor the people that
take care of the dead.

Then there's Founder's Day.

You took care of that.

It was to feature the
groundbreaking of my new auditorium.

Your auditorium?

La Rochelle's.

Forget about the destruction
of the fairgrounds and the, uh,

delay to investors, who I'd lined up.

I'm afraid I don't have time for this.

Oh, I think you'll make the time.

Unless...

You want to explain that...

To the upstanding
citizens of La Rochelle.

Hmm.

Well...

I had no idea you were so
interested in my family's lineage.

Great-great grandfather.

"Panthers."

Granddad.

That was unfortunate.

All relatives...

Who bear the same name as me.

Care to explain how
you haven't aged a day

in the past 75 plus years?

Good skincare.

People like reading about Dorian Gray,

but living beside one?

In these parts, they'll see that
as a threat to their reality.

And the government, they're gonna
want to see what makes you tick.

Oh, you'll get more attention than ever.

What do you want?

I'm a simple man, Mr. Hastings.

What I want is for you and your family

to leave La Rochelle forever.

I will, of course, keep your secret.

If you stay, well, you know the media.

It'll be very interesting to see
how effective your work will be

when you can't do it from the shadows.

Well, that was one for the books.

People cope with loss in their own way.

Yeah, I get it.

Couldn't have kids, but, like...

- A doll fetish is a little bit...
- Calvin Hastings, hush your mouth.

I will not stand here and
let you mock this poor woman

knowing full well you will
never understand her loss.

- Ma, I was just...
- Keeping your mouth shut

while your mother speaks.

A mother's grief over
losing her child is like...

Having her heart ripped out.

And her world will never be whole again.

So whatever method she
uses to cope with the pain

is beyond any man's place to comment.

Sorry.

I understand. I didn't
mean to be insensitive.

Um,

why don't you just head
on back to the house?

I'll finish up here.

Come on, Bea.

Look, I know you say that a
fresh start's gonna help, but

I don't know.

She was my best friend.

What if I get there and I
still feel guilty, you know?

I know.

Okay.

Okay.

I guess it'll be good to get out

of this weird little
town anyways, you know?

Yeah, I'm kinda gonna miss
the traffic jams, to be honest.

Oh, uh, passports,
mine's current, is yours?

I'm gonna call you back, all right?

Eric?

If this is a joke, it's not funny, okay?

Is there a camera in here?

You're not my mama.

Yeah, well, your "mama" is pushing
up daisies, where you should be.

Come with me, Brenda,

we'll have an awfully
good time together.

You okay? Take it easy.

No sign of forced entry. Obviously,

a struggle with the vic,
you did right to call me.

Now what do you suppose that means?

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How could a Kewpie doll do this?

I don't know, May, looks
like a good old-fashioned

psycho homicide to me.

Well, looks can be deceiving.

Um...

- What the hell?
- These are the kind of fibers you'd find in a toy.

- As if she was stuffed like a...
- Like a doll.

Creepy enough to be
worth your while, Calvin?

Okay. This is crazy. It's
too much. I can't. I can't.

Let us out. Free us.

Calvin.

I'm sorry, uh, what were you saying?

I told you so.

Hey, I thought that, uh, doll
was supposed to be six feet under.

Buried it myself at
Mrs. Sangsorn's funeral.

I also noticed, um,

Brenda here and Eric seemed
to be a little too familiar,

- if you know what I mean?
- Might be a connection.

I'll look into Brenda's
financials, her phone records and...

And I'll check in on Eric.

Care to tell us about Lucy here?

What's there to tell?

Who made her? Where'd she come from?

Please, Mr. Sangsorn.

It's more important than you may know.

Lucy is what's known as Luk Dep,

which loosely translates
to "child angel."

In Thailand, the dolls
are blessed by monks

to bring good fortune to the
families that care for them.

I wasn't fully honest earlier.

Lisa and I did conceive a baby.

A little girl, Lucy,

but she was stillborn.

Lisa fell into a deep depression.

She wouldn't eat or leave the house.

I was at my wit's end.

And then I remembered
the Luk Dep superstition.

So this is an authentic Luk Dep?

I know it sounds crazy, but it did help.

Lisa bonded with it as if
it really was her daughter.

She took it to movies, restaurants.

In her mind, it was real.

Can you explain how this doll

ended up at a murder scene?

As I told Chief Westbrook, I don't know.

I thought it'd be with Lisa.

Mr. Sangsorn.

What exactly would you like
us to do with your Luk Dep?

It'll sound weird,

but it was comforting to
know they'd be together,

but now,

this is all too much.

Pick a dumpster.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, gosh. This doll stuff, that
storm, all this is super creepy.

When is the last time you've
seen a storm like that?

I don't know, but I mean,

I just don't understand how rain

makes people suddenly
incapable of driving.

I know, that guy almost hit us twice.

Need a cup of something
stronger than that

- after what I just saw.
- I think we can both use that.

Hey, Bea.

Bea, Brenda was packed
to the breaking point

with stuffed animals.

Bea, what's wrong?

None of you understand...

The pain of losing a child.
I hope, I hope you never do.

Everyone loved Arlo, Bea.

I'm not talking about Arlo.

Isaac and I...

We lost our firstborn.

And like Lisa...

It was a late-term miscarriage,
and they called it some...

It was a little girl.

And like Lisa, I sank
into a deep depression.

And if it weren't for Isaac,

I would have gone down the
same path as that poor woman.

That kind of loss haunts
you the rest of your life.

Ah.

I will never understand
how some women can...

Can put themselves
through that pain willingly

by choosing to have an
abortion. I don't, I can't.

I've had one.

Tilly, I... I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about.

I mean, honestly was one of
the most difficult decisions

I had to make in my life,
but I don't regret it.

I mean I got pregnant in med school,

you know, and it was either
drop out and have a kid

or finish my degree, you know.

So I finished my training
and I became the doctor

I always dreamt about.

If I didn't make that decision, I
wouldn't be the person I am today.

I apologize, Tilly.

I know I have no right to judge.

That's between you and your God.

Well, let's keep it that way.

Oh, uh, okay.

Um, when...

When Calvin left, I, uh...

I thought about it, too.

An abortion?

Yeah.

So,

I might not have existed.

Baby,

depending on the circumstances,

I'm sure a lot of women,

they, you know, they think about it.

You're alone. It is terrifying.

If you question, you know,

"Can I handle that
kind of responsibility?

Am I gonna be a good parent?
Is this a... Just... "

It's a lot, but I think I made

the right choice for myself and for you.

You did make the right choice, May.

As did I.

The storm's getting worse.

- Hey, Tilly.
- Oh, God, oh.

Hey, can you, um, perform
an autopsy on Lucy for me?

I think there might be more
to this doll than we know.

An autopsy.

- Yeah.
- It's a doll. Just cut it open yourself.

Well,

I kinda need your expertise here.

I need to know every detail, please.

Fine. Just put it over there.

- Just on the tea?
- Yes.

Okay.

- Got her?
- Yeah, I got it.

Okay.

Okay.

Ugh.

Subject is Lucy.

Lucy, the doll. Gosh,
this is ridiculous.

Subject presents typical
female doll features

that mimic the human
anatomy of an infant.

And she keeps staring at me.

Making a...

It's not alive stupid, just cut open.

Just cut into it.

Making a vertical
incision in the abdomen.

There is a cotton-like stuffing.

There seems to be some kind of
internal structure to the doll.

Of course, you're not normal. Let's see.

All right, taking an
X-ray to see the insides.

Oh, my God.

Um, this is not a doll
or a Luk Dep, it, um...

This is the mummified
remains of a real baby.

Oh!

Oh! Oh, my...

Tilly, what's wrong?

That thing is the devil incarnate.

What? Okay, calm down, talk to me.

Listen, I left it for
you on the prep table,

but that murdering doll

is literally the mummified
remains of what I can only imagine

is Lisa's stillborn daughter.

No, you, you must be mistaken.

Well, you can go check yourself,

but I can't deal with
this. I'm sorry, I gotta go.

No, no, Isaac told me
about your issue with dolls,

- but we need you to stay, Tilly.
- It's more than just a little issue, Bea.

I'm having difficulty breathing,

I'm having a panic attack.

I'm having night terrors.
I'm sorry, I can't do this.

- Oh, God, uh...
- Do you know,

I'm surprised I even lasted
down there as long as I did.

I have a lot of vacation days

that you guys have
been urging me to take,

so I'm cashing that in.

- It, it's pretty bad out there.
- I'll learn to deal with it.

When will you be back?

The day after that doll
is out of this house.

That was a pretty crappy way
to find out about everything.

I'm really sorry, baby girl.

I know you probably have
a whole lot of questions.

You could have traveled the world.

Gone to any college. I mean...

You got stuck in this
crazy town 'cause of me.

Did you...

Do you ever wonder what your
life could have been like

with door number two?

Come on, Mom, you don't kind of
regret your decision sometimes?

I'm... Look, not for me, but...

- For you?
- No, no.

I don't wanna know what my life would
have been like without you in it,

'cause then that wouldn't
have been my life.

But it could've been so much better.

No, I'm...

I'm thankful for my life.

I love you more than
anything in this world

or any other world, for that matter.

And I can say that because
I've been to the mirror world.

Hey, you got any updates
on Eric and Brenda?

Yeah, actually I've been combing
through Eric's financials,

phone records and it appears that Brenda

has been his mistress for some time now.

Yeah, I thought they seemed
a little too familiar.

Yeah.

One sec.

Hey, Ma?

Where's the little doll?

I don't know.

Tilly said she left
it on the prep table.

It's not here.

Okay, wait, wait, wait. If...

If Lucy really contains
the mortal remains

of Lisa and Eric's daughter...

And Eric and Brenda
were cheating on Lisa...

Guess where Lucy is
going to next? Cal...

May? May?

What? What?

I gotta go.

In this storm? Are you crazy?

Pretty much.

We need to talk, now.

Going somewhere?

Too many memories here.

You know, Brenda was packing up, too,

the night she got murdered.

Really?

What a coincidence.

No, a coincidence is a
remarkable set of events

that have no apparent connection,
which is not what this is.

You... You mean Lucy?

Have you seen her? It?

Why would I have seen it?

It's not like it can
walk. Lucy is a doll.

Sounds like your doll
is coming to kill you,

- just like it killed Brenda.
- You're not my mama.

You have to protect me!

You gotta be kidding me.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Eric, I know where my mama is.

You're going to join her very soon.

Did you think it was
gonna be that easy, Eric?

She cut me.

- You okay? Can you walk?
- I don't think so, she cut me.

God, it hurts!

Great, looks like I'm gonna
be negotiating with a doll.

Okay, uh,

Lucy, what do you want?

Just Eric.

Just Eric.

Wait. You're not thinking of
leaving me alone with that thing?

Kinda.

Tell the nice man what you did, Eric.

Tell him what you did to my mama.

What's she talkin' about?

I can help you kill the Luk Dep.

Free me, Templar, wield my power.

When can I expect you and your
family to evacuate La Rochelle?

Ah, me and the family, we...

We like it here.

Matter of fact,

I was here long before the
colonizers arrived on these shores.

But why should I trouble you with
history you're just gonna forget?

This is the United
States of Amnesia, right?

From this moment forward,

you will remember nothing about me.

Is this a joke?

Because you're the one I've
been looking for, Isaac.

And I want you gone.

Oh.

Well, this doesn't make
any sense, Mr. Mayor.

You see, technically, your
memory should be wiped right now.

Because only an infernal

would have the power to resist

the pendant of Turia.

There are all types of infernals.

Powers of infernals run the gamut.

Uh, rage, bloodlusts, killing
are almost, uh, always present.

Except for me.

I like this.

In fact, I'm more like you.

Oh, I don't think you're
much like me at all.

No. Murder and mayhem seems to
follow infernals wherever they go.

I could say the same about humans.

Look what you've done to this planet,

you, you and your family

and how many of my kind have
you sent back to the abyss?

Name just one,

just one infernal that
I unjustly sent back.

I'm only speaking for me.

Being a slave to The Dredge
wasn't blowing my skirt up.

But masquerading as a human was?

It offered me more, far more.

I get to go to the theater,
the movies, a ballgame.

I've done good work here as mayor.

Crime is down, tourism's up,

employment's at an all-time high.

The air is breathable,
the water drinkable.

I even got us a Starbucks.

Now consider...

Have I ever tried to kill you?

Now, that is something to consider.

While you ponder
killing me where I stand,

know this is the life I want,

not some hollow, endless conflict.

But when I learned the Hastings'
true reason for being in...

In La Rochelle was to hunt
and kill my kind on sight,

surely a man of your age and wisdom

must understand I was afraid.

I was afraid.

Free me, Templar.

No.

Stay out of my head.

There's something you're not telling me.

- What did you do?
- Nothing,

I swear to God, I didn't do anything.

A haunting or possession
doesn't happen like this

unless there is a reason.
What was the reason?

Yes, Brenda and I, we...

I get it.

Had an affair, a little
somethin'-somethin' on the side.

She doesn't like wifey,
wifey's gotta go, right?

No, no. Brenda had
nothing to do with that.

She and Lisa were best friends.

She was innocent.

And now she's dead,

because that damn doll is somehow

reaching out from the
grave to punish me!

- Punish you for what?
- Because of what I...

What did you do?

I...

Murdered my wife.

Tell him the whole truth.

I'm so sorry.

Daddy loves you.

That's not some Luk Dep doll.

It's your daughter, Lucy, right?

Yes, yes, she is.

Now, we're going to have an
awful good time together, Daddy.

What are we gonna do?

Time to see if Lucy's
got her big-girl pants on.

Your wife was grieving

and ill and instead of getting her help,

your answer was to murder her?

I didn't plan to kill her.

After I started seeing
Brenda, I saw a way out.

One night, Brenda and I sedated Lisa

and put a pillow over her sleeping head.

Wow.

It was a mercy killing.

My wife was in pain and I
put an end to her suffering.

And now, I'll put an end to yours.

Stay close. I'm not gonna
let that thing kill you.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Oh, you're still goin'
to jail, you sick bastard.

You're just gonna face human
justice, not whatever this is.

Eric? What are you
doin'? We can work it out.

I didn't wanna do any of this.

Don't do this.

Get away from me.

What are you doin'?

Relax.

May...

You better get over to Eric's place.

We may not like each other,

but we both want the same things.

And what's that?

Peace and quiet and a safe La Rochelle.

Your family actually
did me a huge service

when you defeated The Dredge.

You'll look the other way while my
family and I conduct our business.

Hell, I'll even use the law to
help support you in that endeavor.

You can go on playing mayor,

as long as you live in peace.

And if and when our issues overlap,

I'll be expecting your full support.

That's fair.

Do we have an accord?

Isaac, I believe this
is the beginning of a...

Let's take it one step at a time.

So what you're telling me

is that this Lucy doll
was their actual child?

Uh, yeah.

Well, sounds like a closed case

- of poetic justice to me.
- Thank you.

More like street justice, Pop,

but couldn't agree more.

Eric being behind bars is
how it should have gone.

Thank you.

May, this was not necessary.

You all outdid yourselves
this Thanksgiving,

so Garvey felt it was only
right that we bring breakfast.

- Thank you, lady Garvey.
- Thanks, Garvey.

Yes, well, Tilly will be happy to know

the doll's gone when she
gets back from vacation.

Who knew our girl would
get so freaked out?

She has a severe case of pediophobia.

I don't like little kids either.

What?

She's afraid of dolls, not kids.

Don't pay your grandpa any attention.

Honey, you honestly think you can
trust the Mayor to keep his word?

Trust an infernal?

Time will tell.

We may not be able to manage the Mayor,

but we can manage ourselves.

There's an old African proverb,

"If there is no enemy within,

the enemy without can
do very little harm."

We continue to deal with
things united as a family.

We improvise, we adapt, and we...

- Overcome.
- We shall overcome.

Calvin, what happened
with that doll, son?

You know, actually, when
it was all said and done,

I searched Eric's place, no sign of her.

But my gut tells me

that she's finally at peace.

Payback is a bitch.

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