All language subtitles for dead_gorgeous_s01e02_dying_to_belong

Life and death are not so far apart.

Something to say, something to say the
same.

Life and death are not so far apart.
What exactly is this box called?

It's television.

Hmm.

Ah! It's so small.

Hello. It never knew I possessed carpet
-related dreams.

Indeed. Never mind the fact that they
need to be fulfilled.

I know. They're not simply amazing.

Carpet for you. Rebecca.

Out of the way, please.

Carpet, carpet, carpet.

I've learned so very much.

I have learned if we're having trouble
with our fighting in the starshare,

electrolysis is the answer.

Hazel, I'm beginning to think that
perhaps you should not believe

hear tell off on television.

And I, for one, do not intend to spend
my time mesmerized by its charms.

I wish to truly begin my new life.

I have waited long enough. Actually,
Rebecca, you were right.

Don't waste time waiting for your true
love to come to you.

Find him on soulmatecentral .com.

Hazel, I do not know what this soulmate
central is.

Yet I do know that while some things
have changed, others are still very much

the same.

Such as?

Everything seems shockingly different to
me.

Such is social standing.

Clearly life is still a kind of
experience if one associates with the

sort of person.

It's not good

enough. I want your essay on
neoclassicism in my inbox first thing

morning. But Miss Sinclair, I'm going to
a gig this weekend.

And I'm getting my nails done.

Can't I just hand in the essay on
Tuesday morning instead?

No.

Go for everywhere.

Interesting book, Miss Sinclair.

And I thought your only passion was art.

Yes, well, anyway, Monday morning.

Piper, Danny, David, may I inquire as to
whether you would like to take

afternoon tea with me today?

After classes, perhaps, if that would
suit.

You're a bit harsh, you know, with
Rebecca.

I know she's a bit weird, but still.
Look, I didn't get to be the most

girl in school by being nice to people.
She's right, David. We can't just let

anyone join our group.

Agreed, but we could have so much fun
making her try.

I commend you on your penmanship.

It is beautiful.

Flourish is elegant.

Style is almost regency in appearance.

Obviously not quite that good.

But much as I admire it, all work at
this school has to be delivered online.

I'm sorry, Miss Sinclair. Did you say
work must be given to you online?

If so, please tell me where this line is
and I'll be happy to attach my work to

it. Online.

Via email.

You two are computer literate, aren't
you? Our father made absolutely sure we

were very well educated.

He was very modern that way.

What exactly is this computer?

OK, so you've leafed into the internet a
bit, right? I mean, you didn't just

climb out a cave.

Um, well, I'm not sure.

Is this internet rather like a fishing
net?

You're not actually joking, are you?

OK, to start with, it's not an actual
net.

That's just the term used to describe
it. Basically, it's an online library.

Oh, an online library.

Oh, well, that's a start.

I mean, you can find out pretty much
anything you want to know and, well, a

of stuff you really don't.

So, this net... ..which is not an actual
net, but rather a

metaphor for a net.

I may use it to discover anything.

Yeah, just ask the question, avoid the
pop -ups, and don't get distracted by

meaningless bloggers. Oh, please, may I
go first?

Dear Internet, how do I meet Christine
and her associates like me? No, no, you

have to type it in, and it doesn't
answer stuff like that. And, hang on,

you care so much if they like you?

Seriously, they're pretty vapid.

Jonathan, do I use this to ask my
questions?

Yep, just use the keys and the mouse.

Mouse? Where?

Come on.

Hello, Rebecca.

You really want to be one of us?

Why, yes, please.

Then you're going to have to pass our
initiation test.

We'll be in touch with the details.

The test is bound to be on matters
relating to modern etiquette. It is how

one usually decides if one belongs.

For the first time in your life,
Rebecca, you will have to study for a

know. Will you help me?

Well, I can help.

I have learnt much of the modern world
from television.

It has taught me many expressions, which
I'm sure will be a few. Now, feet off

me. You get me.

You get me.

Now try this one.

You'd a bomb in it, bro.

You are a bomb in it, bro.

Well, I am sure that with a lot of
practice you will be fine.

Tonight I shall be killing with my
homies. You get me.

Hey, Rebecca.

So, we figured out what you've got to
do. How exciting.

I mean, yo, we're... We want you to
freak out,

Miss Sinclair. And we mean really freak
her out. Like practically give her a

breakdown?

But why?

Because I have better things to do this
weekend than write some stupid essay.

Yeah, but also, it'll be funny.

Well, how exactly do you want me to
freak her out?

We want you to haunt her.

You see, she's so tragic, she believes
in ghosts.

So we want you to move her stuff around,
you know, make her books on the occult

float. Yeah, and write to me on a wall
in, like, scary ghost writing with

sauce so it looks like blood. Like,
leave for school or die.

Basically, it hasn't been convincing
enough to scare Hywin.

Or you failed the initiation.

Meet us tonight, 10pm outside your dorm.

Rebecca, it is too risky.

But it is perfect.

They wish me to haunt Miss Inglair, a
mission I could not be more suited for.

Perhaps you have to successfully haunt
her whilst simultaneously not be

discovered as an actual ghost.

I see the contradiction.

But I'm convinced I can succeed.

Rebecca, please reconsider.

Well, I'm beginning to adapt to this
world. I even know how to use a search

goggle. And I will not give up
television simply because you wish to

these foolish people.

I have always been held in high regard.

The Nixons were always telling Father I
was an elegant young lady.

I simply... I simply have to do this.

With or without your help.

Come on, get in!

I'm terribly sorry to disturb you all.

No sweat.

So, uh, what's going down?

I was hoping to speak with Agatha.

Oh, but she exists in the ether at
present.

She's busy with some ghost council
business.

Can I help? Has someone offended you,
Omar?

Oh, I could take care of them for you.

It is Rebecca.

She wishes to befriend some people and
she's willing to go to great lengths to

achieve her goal.

Befriend people?

Man, the girl has no idea. To be a real
teenager, she should be lonely and angst

-ridden.

That is not Rebecca.

Before, she was the one who excelled
socially. It is all she knows.

And I truly do not know whether to help
her or prevent her.

You must help her, for the boxes we
create to define ourselves are

our boxes, and without them we drift
aimlessly, forever questioning the

of our existence.

Aye, you should help your sister, and if
anyone gets in your way, you let me

know. Ah, that two -handed axe that can
split heads with ease!

Que la si?

Rebecca!

Jonathan! What is wrong?

Nothing. I thought I saw something,
which in actual fact I couldn't have

it would have been a physical
impossibility.

I'm beginning to realise you are a
deeply odd young man.

Whereas you're completely normal.

Indeed.

Come on. I'm going to show you a few
places in this school I actually like.

My piano forte!

Can't explain the concept of ownership
to you. Just because something's pretty

doesn't make it yours.

Would you like to hear me play?

Oh, yeah.

Well, are you not going to compliment me
on my talent, Jonathan? Really, you can

be terribly rude.

Well, I'm officially very impressed.

Now it is your turn.

See this guitar pick? My prized
possession.

Got it at a Level Edge gig. I know what
you're trying to do. The lead singer

throws it out to the crowd and
everyone's reaching for it. Now I'm

seriously trampled on.

I reach out my hand and... You're trying
to distract me.

I've carried it with me ever since.

Good.

Now stop talking and play for me.

Okay.

Well, aren't you going to compliment me
on my talent?

Really, Rebecca, you can be terribly
rude.

I am officially very impressed.

I looked up tomato sauce on the
internet.

It is a red condiment, which I'm sure
will look rather scary.

Well, I've acquired some super strong
dental floss from the bathroom cabinet.

Super floss is super strong. Your teeth
will feel so clean and long. Yeah.

Well, I understand the tomato sauce, but
why do we need the dental super thing?

Well, it is our alibi.

We may need it to explain how we managed
to make books float.

We shall claim we used this attached to
the ceiling.

Oh, thank you so much.

You were quite the best sisters a girl
could have.

This is for your baby sister, to help.

Yes. Do you mind awfully?

Oh, not at all. Well, the merrier.

I forget the tomato sauce, but... What's
the dental floss for?

To make books for us.

Is it not best?

How do we get in?

Can you go, then?

And remember, it has to be convincing.

Do not worry.

I will impress you, Christine.

Excuse

me

for being so blunt, but should you not
leave the keys with us?

Oh, don't worry. We'll come back later
tonight to let you out.

Honestly?

You use the word honest yet your eyes
betray you.

We said we'll come back.

Jonathan, you know that new girl
Rebecca, right?

She seems okay, you know, for a freak.

Shocking, isn't it? Someone different
can be an alright person.

See, I think Christine is kind of going
a bit far this time.

I mean, her plan is funny, but she might
even get Rebecca chucked out of school.

What's the plan, David?

Leave the school or die.

I don't like doing this. It seems a very
unkind message. Well, it was what

Christine asked for. What about this?

Leave the school or fly.

It's the smallest of changes, after all.

Greetings and salutations. How are you
making those books, please?

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm saving you. I mean, this is
completely out of my comfort zone, but I

really don't want to see you guys get
kicked out of school. How did you manage

to get up this high? Oh, well, with my
trusty, you know... Ladder.

Look, we do not need saving. Christine
is returning later.

Yeah, no, about that, she's not.

Her plan was for us to be trapped here
and discovered by Miss Singleton. I'll

back to check on you in five minutes.

I should mention the rules are pretty
strict when you're on scholarship.

Well, how strict exactly?

Well, for getting caught in the
teacher's room, immediate to expulsion.

Expulsion?

That would mean that we... We save
ourselves if we act with hate. We must

in the walls.

What was that about hiding in a wall?

I don't get it. How are you... I cannot
hold this for long.

Jonathan, you must trust me.

Oh.

I can hear you in there. Now, Sophie!

Jonathan,

can you please not talk or move?

This is really rather difficult and
requires a lot of concentration.

No, no, no.

I don't get it.

We're standing on some sort of ledge,
right?

Rebecca, there's no ledge!

There's no ledge! We're standing on
nothing!

But... I

mean... You... In a way, you... I can
explain.

But... Well, go on and explain. Explain.

Um, well, the situation is that we...

I think I should explain.

Jonathan, you are sleeping.

This is the most unusual dream, and you
wake in the morning to find everything

back to normal.

Sophie, I'm not an idiot.

You felt so cold, you were freezing.

have a pulse.

Well, that is because we are technically
dead. Hazel, be quiet, please.

Jonathan, we are ghosts.

We died 150 years ago.

I, um, I have to go. This is just too
weird.

The Ghost Council will demand your
immediate return. And the paperwork

will bore me to tears.

Oh, Peach Cordial. I need my Peach
Cordial. Someone fetch me my Peach

And you. All of

you. I mean, really.

thought that with a collective age of 1
,847 years, you would give some less

idiotic advice.

Please, Agatha, circumstances were
exceptional. They always are, my dear.

the excuses I have heard.

I just felt more me floating about in
white. My head was hurting, so I had to

take it off and carry it round.

Always exceptional, never negotiable. It
was my fault we were discovered.

So perhaps... The Ghost Council would be
satisfied if I alone were sent away.

No, Rebecca.

Regardless of what happens now, we stay
together.

Oh, I don't know.

I just don't know.

Rules are merely arbitrary constructs
after all.

To you, maybe. But to the Ghost Council,
rules are everything.

Hey, Rebecca.

Can we talk?

When I saw your name on the old piano, I
thought it was just a weird

coincidence.

And then there's the way you talk, the
fact you didn't even know what the

internet was. When I saw you making
those twigs float, I had a lot of

but... None of them ever touched on the
idea that the three of you were dead.

There are so many new things I shall
miss.

You see, now that you have learned our
secret, we may be sent away.

Right.

So, I make a new friend, find out she's
a ghost, get my head around the fact

that she's a ghost.

Only to find out she'll be sent away to
wherever it is it goes to go.

Maybe.

I was so excited thinking of all the
wonderful things we would do.

Rebecca, do not cry.

Why, in our short time, we have already
done wonderful things.

Why, I just finished writing a blog.

And I did make one friend, even though
he's not the friend I intended.

See, if we look on the bright side, it
is not too terrible.

Okay, girls, my office.

Bring the boy.

Come on, Sophus, it's been three years.

Make a move.

So, how come I can see you and not see
them?

Well, we are living ghosts.

They are dead ghosts.

Right. Great.

That really cleared the whole thing up
for me then.

I've found a loophole.

Agatha, you're simply marvellous. She
has found a loophole.

Jonathan must prove that he can be
trusted with your secret.

He must give me his most precious
possession as a sign of his loyalty.

If he does this...

The three of you can stay.

Oh, I cannot ask that of Jonathan.

Well, yes, you can. Just ask me.

Well, in order for us to be allowed to
stay, you must part with your most

possession as a sign of loyalty.

Well, what do I have that's worth?

Oh, my guitar pick.

So, if I give it up, you can stay.

Oh, it is too precious to you. I cannot
ask you to part with it.

Well, it's...

Just a guitar pick. I mean, compared to
the whole life and death thing going on

here. But you will look after it, won't
you? Absolutely.

I will promise to look after it if you
will promise to keep our secret.

So, are you going to apologise? You
failed the initiation and got Christine

trouble. How did I get you into trouble?

You left tomato sauce on her whiteboard
because you're an idiot.

And so Miss Sinclair spoke to the
caretaker and found out Christine was

who got the keys.

So now I have a Saturday detention and I
have to deliver my essay on Monday.

Thanks to you, I have no weekend.

Yet you were never going to accept me
even if I had succeeded.

Well, no, we weren't. But now you're a
tragic freak and a failure.

I shall never be so gullible again.

If being well -liked means being friends
with those girls, then I am not

interested.

I'm glad, Rebecca.

Instead, you could always watch
television with me.

Or come to the library with me.

I've tired a little of the internet.

But we can read peacefully together.

Yes.

Thank you.

Or I could befriend those girls.

They certainly look at them. They too
are part of the opposition echelon.

Perhaps they will accept me and my life
will truly begin.