All language subtitles for Lemony.Snickets.A.Series.of.Unfortunate.Events.S01E01.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

If you are interested in stories
with happy endings,

then you would be better off
somewhere else.

In this story,
not only is there no happy ending,

there is no happy beginning,
and very few happy things in the middle.

My name is Lemony Snicket.

It is my solemn duty to bring to light
the sorry history

of the Baudelaire children
as it happened so many years ago.

But you in the audience
have no such obligation,

and I would advise all our viewers
to turn away immediately

and watch something more pleasant instead.

This story will be dreadful,
melancholy and calamitous,

a word which here means
"dreadful and melancholy."

That is because not very many
happy things happened

in the lives of the Baudelaires.

Violet, Klaus and Sunny were
intelligent children.

Charming and resourceful,
they had pleasant facial features,

but they were extremely unlucky.

Most everything
that happened to them was rife

with misfortune, misery and despair.

I'm sorry to tell you this...

...but that's how the story goes.

Briny Beach, please.

The Baudelaire family
lived in an enormous mansion

at the heart of a dirty and busy city,

and one day the parents
rather unexpectedly asked their children

to take a rickety trolley alone
to the seashore.

I wonder why Mother and Father
didn't want to come with us.

Maybe they don't like
this rickety trolley.

"Rickety" is a word here which means

"unsteady" or "likely to collapse
at any moment."

Hey, kids! Aren't you going
to the Festive Fun Fair,

with all the jolly rides
and games and snacks?

"Festive" means "fun."

We know what "festive" means.

Thank you, but it's a perfect morning
to go to the beach.

-It's gray and cloudy.
-That's what makes it perfect.

Suit yourself.

When Briny Beach was hot and sunny,
the seashore was crowded with tourists

and it was impossible to find
a good place to lay one's blanket.

On gray and cloudy days, the Baudelaires
had the beach more or less to themselves,

so they could work together
on their projects and experiments.

-Are you ready?
-Let's get to work.

Do you think this will be as good
as the mailbox?

I think this will be even better
than the mailbox.

Violet Baudelaire
was the eldest Baudelaire child.

She was 14 years old, right-handed,

had a real knack for inventing
and building unusual devices.

I'm having a problem
with the grandfather clock.

Can you show me
what the specific issues are?

See? It toasts the bread,

but the minute hand
falls behind five minutes.

It could be a problem with the gears.

That'd be disappointing.
I made them myself.

When Violet Baudelaire
tied her hair up like that,

it was a sure sign that the pulleys,
levers and gears of her inventing mind

were working at top speed.

Klaus, at what angle
are the prevailing currents?

The angle of the prevailing currents...

Klaus Baudelaire was the middle child
and only boy.

He was a little older than 12
and wore glasses,

which made him look intelligent.

Of course, we still need
the right projectile.

He was intelligent.

Violet, I'm not sure
I understand this passage of Proust.

Could you read it to me?

"Happiness is beneficial for the body,

but it is grief that develops
the powers of the mind."

It could be the translation.

Maybe it makes more sense
in the original French.

Sunny, do we have the right projectile?

Sunny Baudelaire was an infant,

a word which here means
"a person of the age

at which one mostly speaks in a series
of unintelligible shrieks,"

so most people had trouble understanding
what she was saying.

What Sunny lacked
in communication skills, however,

she made up for with the size
and sharpness of her four teeth.

That's perfect, Sunny. Thank you.

Excuse me, Violet,
but why are you using your left hand?

I'm curious to see if I can skip the rock

as far with my left
as I can with my right.

I don't mean to criticize,

but standard scientific method
calls for stable systematics.

You should use your standard
right-handedness.

That does seem reasonable.

Klaus, what's that thing Einstein said?

"The most beautiful thing
we can experience is the mysterious.

It is the source
of all true art and science."

And what's that thing James Brown said?

"I got something
that makes me want to shout."

"I've got something that tells me
what it's all about."

"I'm super bad!"

It worked.

I never expected otherwise.

Yes, the invention worked.

This would be a perfect time to leave

and pretend the rest of the story
was just as happy and successful.

I just wish Mother and Father had seen it.

It's not like them to send us off
on our own so unexpectedly.

Certainly, I wish I could go back

and change the history of the Baudelaires
at this very moment

rather than the descent
into misery, tribulation and...

dire inconvenience
which will occur shortly.

It only seems scary
because of all the mist.

It's Mr. Poe.

From the bank? What's he doing here?

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

Fine, thank you.

It's a nice day.

It is a nice day.

I have some very bad news
for you children.

Your parents have perished
in a terrible fire.

They perished in a fire
that destroyed your entire home.

I'm very, very sorry
to have to tell you this...

my dears.

"Perished" means "killed."

We know what "perished" means.

Hey.

I have spent months of research
and years crying myself to sleep,

trying to discover the precise cause
of the Baudelaire fire.

But... all my associates
and I have managed to learn

is that neither
the official fire department

nor the volunteer fire department
arrived in time to stop the blaze.

And within moments,
the entire Baudelaire mansion

was engulfed in flames.

It is useless for me to describe to you
how terrible Violet, Klaus and Sunny felt

in the time that followed.

If you have ever lost somebody
very important to you,

then you already know how it feels.

And if you haven't...
you cannot possibly imagine it.

I've never been through
anything like this myself,

but I can imagine just how you feel.

I did think you'd want to see
what remains of your home,

even though it is...
more or less, um...

It's all gone.

I just want to assure you Baudelaires
that you have absolutely nothing...

We have absolutely nothing.

...to worry about.

I am the executor of your parents' estate,

which means I'll be handling all matters
concerning everything they left behind.

What did they leave behind?

Financial security.

Your parents left behind
an enormous fortune,

which will be yours
when Violet comes of age.

Until then, you will be placed
with the proper guardian, or guardians,

as decided by myself and my fellow bankers
at Mulctuary Money Management.

Say goodbye, Baudelaires.

Goodbye.

Until we've identified
your designated guardian,

you'll stay with my family.

That's not so bad, is it, Baudelaires?

I'm sure you'll become fast friends
with Edgar and Albert.

- It's a raven.
- It's a crow!

-It's a raven!
-It's a crow!

It's chicken. Boiled chicken.

And we have boiled potatoes
and blanched string beans.

What does "blanched" mean?

-It means "boiled."
-Nobody asked you.

Now, now, son.

No, my darling, Albert is right.
Nobody asked the Baudelaires.

But, honey, look!

Dearest, maybe not
in front of the children.

But I thought it would cheer them up,
the little Gloomy Guses.

I had my star reporter write an article
for the front page

so that everyone will know

your home was destroyed
and you're orphans now.

The front page!

Some people wait a lifetime for that.

And darling, look...
you're mentioned, too!

"Generosity shown by prominent member
of the banking community."

If your bosses at the bank see this,
it may spell

P-R-O-M-A-T-I-O-N!

-Promation?
-Promotion!

- No, that's not how you spell "promotion."
- Promotion.

-P-R-O... P-R-R...
-P-R-O-M-A-E-O--

-See? I've been saying it--
-Honey, P-R-R...

Listen to what I'm saying...

-I'm sorry.
-...before you start speaking!

- P-R-O--
- I don't... feel very hungry.

May we go to our rooms?

"Rooms"?

-Good night, Edgar.
-Good night, Albert.

-Good night, Albert.
-Good night, Edgar.

And good night, guests.

You must feel terrible,
and you must miss your parents very much.

We do.

You do what?

Say it.

We feel terrible,
and we miss our parents very much.

That's gonna make a wonderful headline.

Good night, Baudelaires.
Remember, our home is your home.

But don't touch anything.

How'd you do it?

Do what?

Set the fire.

In the years since, I've inquired
what became of the Brothers Poe.

One followed his father
into the world of banking.

The other lives in a cave
and talks to sheep.

They each think the other has it better.

I regret to inform you,
the Baudelaires' fate was worse.

Chop-chop, Baudelaires!

Now that I've found you
a suitable guardian,

I'm going to take you to your new home
before banking hours begin.

I know you must be nervous
about living with a guardian.

I remember how I was when I was your age.

We're all different ages.

Well, I should think
at least a fraction of your unhappiness

will turn to excitement
when you meet this man.

I know he's certainly
very eager to meet you.

And he's employed as an actor,
so you know his excitement is genuine.

His name is Count Olaf.

-Never heard of him.
-He's either... Let's see. What is it?

Your third cousin fourth time removed,
or your fourth cousin three times removed.

In any case, he's removed.

Still, he's only three miles away,
and your parents' will was very specific

about your being raised
by your closest living relative.

Does he really think that's
what "closest living relative" means?

-Mr. Poe?
-Hmm?

If he lives so close by,

why didn't our parents
ever invite him over?

Possibly because he was very busy.

As a banker,
I'm often very busy myself.

Which is why this guardian drop-off
is going to be a bit hasty.

"Hasty" means "quickly,"
because I'm due at the bank soon.

We know what "hasty" means.

Hello there! Salutations! Shalom!

You must be the Baudelaire children!

Yes, I'm Violet Baudelaire,

and this is my brother, Klaus,
and this is my sister, Sunny.

And this is Mr. Poe.
He's been arranging things for us.

Mulctuary Money Management.
My name and title are on the card.

Although I may be in line for a promotion,
so that might change.

Oh, well, I am Justice Strauss
of the High Court.

Forgive my not shaking hands,
but as you can see,

I am a mountain of parcels.

I just bought a new toolkit
because my food processor broke.

Although I don't know
who I think I'm kidding,

because I have no inventive
or mechanical skill whatsoever.

Then I treated myself to new file cards
for my private library,

and frankly I don't have
an acute literary sense.

And then, to top it all off,
I forgot to buy a new bread knife.

It means I have no possible way
of cutting up this baguette

into bite-sized pieces,

which is really unfortunate

because I was gonna take the bread
that was cut up

with a white bean hummus--

We'd be more than happy
to be of assistance, Justice Strauss.

My sister is very mechanically minded,
and I'm quite adept at library science.

What my sister means is
her teeth are perfect for slicing bread.

Well, how wonderful!

How lucky am I to have
such unusual children in my life?

Are you Count Olaf's wife?

What?

Oh! Oh, no!

No. No. Goodness me, no.

No, I don't even really know him
that well.

He's... he's just my neighbor.

His house is over there.

That's strange.

He said specifically he was waiting
very eagerly to get his hands on you.

Oh.

Hello. No.

Hello.

Hello, hello, hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hello, hello, hello, children.

I am Count Olaf,
the renowned actor and your new guardian.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Please, come in,
and mind you wipe your feet on the mat

so you don't track in any mud.

And don't forget your enormous fortune!

Welcome to my humble home, orphans.

And...

-a man with a hat on.
-Poe.

Actually, I'm about to be rather wealthy.
So if you'll excuse me--

No, we spoke on the phone.
I'm from Mulctuary Money Management.

Hmm. "Money" sounds familiar, but--

The bank. I'm from the bank.

Ah, yes, the bank.

Well, welcome to my humble home.

It does seem to need
a little work.

Well, I realize it's not as fancy
as the Baudelaire mansion,

but perhaps, children,
with a bit of your money,

we'll be able to fix it up, make it nicer.

Count Olaf, the Baudelaire fortune
is not to be used for such matters.

The Baudelaire will is very specific
as to how the children are to be raised

in case of an unfortunate event.

Ah, yes, the fire.

They're to be raised
by their closest relative.

That is I, Count Olaf.

And every cent of the Baudelaire fortune
is locked up until Violet comes of age.

- Which one is Violet?
- The eldest.

All right, then.

Well, I hope I can prove myself
to be the father you never had.

We had a father.

Yes, I know. And a mother.

Remarkable woman. Flammable.

So, Poe, do I need to sign for them
or something?

What? No. No.

Well, then, as we say in the theater,
exit stage right.

Goodbye, Violet. Goodbye, Klaus.
Goodbye, Sunny.

I hope you'll be happy here.
I'll still check in on you occasionally.

If you need anything or have questions,
you can reach me at the bank.

Well, children, before I give you a tour
of your new home,

aren't you going to say
"How do you do?"

to your new guardian?

How do you do?

How do I do?

Better and better, Baudelaires.

Better and better.

The dreadful villainy of this vile fiend

has haunted me
since I first met him as a young man.

And every night when I continue my work
on the Baudelaire case,

I find myself weeping
thinking of his utter wickedness

and severe lack of theatrical talent.

-Do you know what this is?
-It looks like a list.

Wrong! It's a list. A list of chores.

Rich brats like you
are probably spoiled rotten

and have never done a chore in your life.

Actually, we often help around the house.

Really? Did you help
around the house? That's great.

Well, welcome to your lucky life.

Come with me, and I'll show you
the delightful features of your home.

This is the kitchen,
where you may help yourselves to meals.

I expect you to keep everything
gleamingly clean.

"Gleamingly"?

Clean.

The stove is a bit like a servant.

You have to whack it sometimes...

...to get it to work.

This is the library,
which you will keep well-dusted.

This is where I do all my reading.

I don't use the ballroom at all.

You'll have to redo the floors.

Laundry room. You can hang my underwear
on that rack when you're done washing it.

This is the backyard,
which needs weeding, mowing and pruning.

It is also where you will chop wood.

Bathroom number seven,
the only one you are allowed to use.

It has all the usual amenities,

though the management
regrets to inform you

that the shampoo is not tear-free.

If anything, it encourages tears.

Rats bite.

And this is where you will sleep, orphans.

Out of all the numerous bedrooms
in this enormous mansion,

I have chose this one
for your safety and comfort.

There's only one bed.

As you can see,
I have provided, at no cost to you,

this complimentary pile of rocks.

Thoughts?

Thoughts? First of all--

First of all,
first impressions are often wrong.

Very true.

For example, your first impression of me
may be that I am a terrible person.

But in time, Baudelaires,
I hope you'll come to realize...

you haven't the faintest idea.

I'll give you a moment to unpack.

It's okay, Sunny, he's gone.

He's horrible.

Did you see the tattoo on his ankle?

A tattoo is just a decorative pigment
on skin.

It's not a sign of a wicked person.

Unless it's on a wicked person.

How could our parents put us here?

It's just a mistake.
It'll get sorted out.

Until then, we'll make this our home.

Mother used to say,
"Home is where you hang your hat."

But we don't have any hats.

Just rocks.

Klaus, have you read any books on people
who make homes in difficult places?

There's a village in the Pacific Islands

suspended on ropes
above an active volcano.

How do they manage?

They own very little in case it erupts.

Then we're already one step ahead.

We own nothing.

If they can survive that,
we can survive Count Olaf.

Showtime!

Remember, if you work extra hard,
you get to go to the ball... room...

which is even grimier.

Hang on to your toothbrushes.

You'll need them for your teeth.

Stay here. And not a peep.

You're a little old for a Girl Scout.

I'm Justice Strauss.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I'm your neighbor.
I... I live across the street.

You've done something different
to your hair.

May I come in?

Is this about the children?

I apologize for the noise. I told them
to cry using their inside voices.

-What?
-Hmm?

I... I just thought I'd stop by
and see how they're doing.

I know it's a little soon,
but I'm about to become very busy

with a difficult case in High Court.

I'm not supposed to talk about it,

but I can tell you that it involved
an illegal use of someone's credit card...

and a poisonous plant.

I made them this lamb.

How neighborly.

I don't mean to seem like a lonely woman

who's overinvested in the lives
of someone else's children...

You do have that aura.

Perhaps if I just pop in
for a quick hello--

- Now is not a good time.
- They're in one of their moods.

They seemed so sweet.

Do you have children, Justice Strauss?

Me?

Oh, no. No.

No, I always hoped I would,
but I'm married to the law,

and you can't very well have
book babies...

now, can you?

Well, you dodged a bullet.

Let me tell you,
those children are monsters.

I open my home to them,
and all they do is complain.

"The bathroom is filthy.

The rat is noisy.
The bed is cramped."

I think living in a mansion
has spoiled them.

Well, they did just lose their--

Did you say "bed"?

I meant "bed" as in
"more than one bed," obviously.

The plural of "bed" is... "bed."

Well, I wouldn't know. I live alone.

No kidding.

At least give them the lamb.

I made my own mint jelly and...

Please, just ask them
if they'd like to see me.

Fine.

But wait here, for your own safety.
They tend to throw things.

You missed a spot.

Oh!

They don't want to see you.

Are you sure? What did they say?

"The lamb was too salty."

Rich kids.

Oh... I see.

If only Justice Strauss
had been able to get past Count Olaf,

if only she'd seen the children
in their horrible circumstances,

if only this world weren't
such a wicked and topsy-turvy place...

this story might have
turned out differently.

I never wanna use a toothbrush again.

Why aren't you cleaning?
My list was very specific.

We finished it.

No, you didn't.

We even washed your underwear.

You missed one.

You still have to prepare a large meal
for myself and my theater troupe.

We don't know how to prepare
a large dinner.

Plan the menu,
purchase the ingredients,

prepare the food, set the table,
serve dinner, clean up afterward,

and stay out of our way.

How can we purchase anything?
We don't have any money.

Do you know what that is?

-Something greasy.
-Money.

Hard-earned money.

The most important substance on earth
besides applause and lip balm.

Since the bossy banker won't let us use
any of your parents' enormous fortune,

I am now forced
to cough up my own earnings

from theatrical performances
and the occasional bit of consulting work.

Now... quick. Get a move on.

The troupe will be here at 7:00.

And in the meantime, I will be up in...

Can you guess?

Your secret tower room?

Wrong! My secret tower room.

Which you are forbidden to go into.
Understood? Forbidden!

-Forbidden.
-That's... Yes.

How are we supposed to make dinner
for an entire theater troupe?

We start with a recipe.

Do you think Justice Strauss' library
has any cookbooks?

Baudelaires.
I wasn't expecting to see you.

We meant to come sooner.
We've been cleaning.

Yes, Count Olaf told me
you were very particular about that.

I hope you appreciate
how much he's doing for you.

I wouldn't say "much."

Well, perhaps not compared
to what you're used to.

What can I do for you?

Actually, Justice Strauss,
we really need your help.

You do?

My sisters and I were wondering...

Wondering what?

If we might use your library.

If you might use my library.

Is there any book
you're looking for in particular?

A cookbook, so we can make dinner.

I suppose anything but lamb.

Well, my private library is open to you
whenever you'd like.

It's mostly law books,
but there are sections on everything

from Italian cuisine
to the world's most threatening fungus.

I suppose it's not as nice
as the libraries you're used to, but...

-It's marvelous.
-It's wonderful.

Do you really think so?

That means she likes it.

Well, I'm so glad.

The cookbooks are over there in Section G,

and right here is my favorite table
for serious research.

Do you have a paper and pencil
to take notes?

Always.

- What's that?
- It’s something my parents had.

-What is it?
-I don't know.

Hmm.

Something, Klaus Baudelaire,
is ringing a very faint bell.

A library is like an island
in a vast sea of ignorance.

Don't you agree?

I do. Particularly if the library is tall
and the surrounded area has been flooded.

That's a very good point.

These books look promising.

Klaus, help your sister.
Let me see what I can find here.

I think I found something.
Pasta puttanesca.

I wonder what that means in Italian.

All we have to do is sauté
garlics and onions in a pot,

and then add olives, capers, anchovies,
diced parsley and tomatoes to simmer.

We still need the pasta.

I saw a pasta machine
in Count Olaf's kitchen.

-Looked broken, but I think I can fix it.
-What do we have here?

Justice Strauss?

-Yes?
-Is there a supermarket nearby?

Oh... no.

But there is a local open-air market
and gin distillery.

Thanks again for taking us.

I don't know
what we would have done without you.

Oh, you're resourceful children.

I daresay you would have thought
of something.

I think it's nice
that you're cooking dinner

for Count Olaf
and your new theatrical family.

I had dreams
of becoming an actress, you know.

An actress and a mother,
instead of ending up

as a world-renowned member
of the judiciary...

and in a series of strained,
platonic relationships.

Baudelaires?

I always find cooking for family
to be something of a mitzvah.

Do you know what that means?

-Commandment?
-Blessing.

You children have had such sorrow
in your lives already,

you deserve the blessing
of a new family with Count Olaf,

and, if you don't mind my saying so...

with me.

We don't mind your saying so.

Klaus, what's that thing James Brown said?

"I feel good."

And a one, and a two, and a...

Yes, we've met.

Orphans...

...this is my theater troupe.

-Hi.
-Hi.

- Hi.
- Hello.

And as anyone in the theater knows,
after a grand entrance,

the audience is supposed to applaud.

"Applaud" means go like this.

We're not an audience.

No, orphans, you are not.

But we have been preparing
an exciting new production

that, on opening night,
will change your life.

All of the artistic and financial aspects
of my career are finally coming together

like two pieces of a bread
in the middle of a sandwich.

What my sister means is that--

I don't care what she means.

I don't have time to learn
a second language

besides whatever it is
I'm speaking right now.

In any case,
we demand congratulations.

Congratulations.

A big round of applause.

And the delicious meal that you promised
myself and my troupe.

You know, every time she talks,

it's like the tines of a fork
are being jammed into my--

What my sister means is,
dinner will be served shortly.

What are we supposed to do until then?

-We could wait patiently.
-How about some wine, Olaf?

Yes, yes, wine.
We had that nice rosé last time.

It wasn't rosé, it was just watered down.

Okay, fine.
I'll open up a box of the Merlote.

An associate of mine
named Brillat-Savarin famously said,

"To invite people to dine with us
is to make ourselves responsible

for their well-being
as long as they are under our roofs."

But he was an 18th century philosopher
and gourmand...

and these were three children
with very little catering experience.

Nevertheless, the Baudelaire orphans
snapped into action.

This pasta maker reminds me
of the one built by Thomas Jefferson.

Will it work?

It will now.

I wonder if Count Olaf's troupe
will enjoy this meal.

Mother said that actors will eat anything.

You've seen them perform.
Would you call them actors?

They're all as talented as Count Olaf.

While they waited
for the pasta to boil,

Violet sautéed the garlic,
and washed and chopped the anchovies.

Klaus peeled the tomatoes
and pitted the olives.

And Sunny banged on a pot
with a wooden spoon,

singing a rather repetitive song
she had written herself.

By the time it was time
for the youngest Baudelaire

to chop the parsley with her teeth...

all three children felt less miserable
than they had...

since they first came to Count Olaf's.

I think Dad would be proud of this sauce.

And I think Mom would be proud
of how you made your own pasta.

Maybe we can make this our home after all.

Remember what Father said
when he burnt the quesadillas?

Yeah.

"Better than nothing."

At times like these,
surrounded by colleagues and cohorts,

gathered in fellowship
for the purpose of plotting theater,

there's an eternal question
that always springs to mind...

When are we going to eat?

Dinner is served.

-Wow, that was quick.
-And it smells delicious.

I mean...

As I was saying,
before the help interrupted...

there is no "I" in acting...

no selfish urges, no arrogance,

no ego, no vanity,

no dangerous overabundance
of inflated self-regard.

There is only what the French call
a certain... "escargot."

Mmm-hmm.

It is the first burst of applause
when the curtain rises.

The second burst of applause

when the leading man
glides out from the wings,

faces his crowd and recites the--

Soliloquy.

I'm... That's... His soliloquy.

It is the thrill of the 14th mandatory
standing ovation.

I give and I give to my public

just as I give and I give
to these orphans.

But sometimes,
and every actor does this,

I ask myself, "Is it worth it?

Is it really worth it to chase
an enormous fortune?"

Boss...

-Where's the roast beef?
-What?

The roast beef.

We didn't make any roast beef.
We made puttanesca sauce.

And homemade pasta.

What? No roast beef?

You didn't tell us you wanted roast beef.

Look at my guests!

They... they can hardly touch
this revolting foreign food.

In agreeing to adopt you,
I became your father.

And as your father,
I am not someone to be trifled with.

You can't go easy on children. They need
to be taught to obey their elders.

You asked them to make dinner.

And all they did was slap together
some disgusting sauce.

That's what happens with wealthy kids.
Money is really a corrupting influence.

Well, let's not get carried away.

Hmm. You're a pretty little one.

I demand that you serve roast beef
to myself and my guests!

We don't have any.
We made pasta puttanesca.

- Sunny!
- Put her down.

Alas, poor Sunny.

Let her go!

Oh, oh.

This table is a mess.
There's hardly a place to put down a baby.

Sunny!

We're leaving for rehearsals.

But the baby said
there was chocolate pudding!

Shh.

You children are to clean the table,

and wash the dishes,
and polish the silver,

and rinse out all the wine bottles
for recycling.

And then you are to go
straight to your beds.

You mean our bed?

You've only provided us with one bed.

If you want another bed,

tomorrow you may go into town
and purchase one.

You know perfectly well
we haven't any money.

Hmm. Of course you do.

You three lucky orphans
are inheriting an enormous fortune.

The money our parents left behind
is not to be used until Violet--

The theater awaits.

- Are you all right?
- No.

-This isn't.
-What?

Better than nothing.

There are many, many things
that are better than nothing.

A home-cooked meal is better than nothing.

A roof over one's head
is better than nothing.

And a place to sleep,

even if the bed is very small
and the blanket damp with tears,

is better than nothing.

But being raised in a violent
and sinister environment

by a man more interested in one's fortune
than comfort and well-being

is not better than nothing.

And as the Baudelaires would discover,

there are some things
that even a long night of introspection

cannot change.

The Baudelaire orphans
knew they had to find a way

out of their dreadfully
unfortunate circumstances,

and, perhaps, solve the mystery
of how they ended up in them.

I have the same dedication
to researching and presenting this story

no matter what dangers it puts me in.

Trouble and strife can cover this world
like the dark of night,

or like smoke from a suspicious fire.

And when that happens...

...all good, true and decent people
know that it's time to volunteer.

-I'm worried about the children.
-Me, too.

They're in danger, I know it.

We need to get to them.

We need to get out of here first.

What's that thing Einstein said?