All language subtitles for Jellyfish

(MOANING AND PANTING)

Oh, you're so weird, Roman.

-But I like it.
-Shh!

-You don't know my name.
-Oh.

Sorry.

You don't like that?

Oh, no, baby. It's trés kinky.

Hm.

This is too much.

You know my name?

You're the kid
in the candy store.

(CHUCKLES)

This is the part
where you leave.

-GIRL: OK, girls! Are we ready?
-YOUNGER GIRLS: Yeah!

And go!
One, two, three, four, five, six.

Jump, seven, eight!
Go one, two. Strong arms!

Three, four, five, six,
jump, seven, eight!

Go one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, jump!

Go one, two, three,
four, five, six.

Last jump. Seven, eight!

-Whoo!
-(GIRLS LAUGH)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

So, particle physics.
What does that mean?

In essence, we are starting with
Einstein's theory of relativity,

we're moving on to the big bang theory,
and then it goes right back to

what I said before - particles.

So it means the particles
of the largest structure

are equal to the particles
of the smallest structure.

-Any questions?
-(BELL RINGS)

Ms Bluebell.

This was not as 'accessible'
to lay readers as you said.

I believe what I said was
MORE accessible to lay readers.

And if you think that's not true, I'd be
happy to lend you my master's thesis.

You didn't like it.

I loved it.

There's just...

..50 much more happening
than what you think you see.

Well, why don't you keep it?

Really?

I insist. Here.

(RAIL CROSSING BELL RINGS)

(MOBILE PHONE CHIMES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

(BANG!)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

(GIRL SCREAMS AND WHIMPERS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GIRL BREATHES HEAVILY)

(CREAKING AND RUSTLING)

(WHIMPERS)

(THUD)
(SCREAMS)

Arggh!

(GIRL CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(SONG PLAYS ON MOBILE PHONE)

(GIRL CRIES OUT)

(SQUELCHING)

(THEME MUSIC)

-Is there a house?
-I think it's half a house.

Uh-huh.

-It's home sweet home!
-(CHUCKLEYS)

Ah! Let's get, uh, cosy.

OK.

(TRAIN HORN IN DISTANCE)

YOUNG MAN: Hello, neighbour.

Oh, man. Vince.

He was sad when he was sober.

Vince was sober?

Yeah, when it counted.

Ah! We're in business.

WOMAN: Oh.

-YOUNG MAN: I'll go for a walk.
-WOMAN: OK.

-Go to town.
-Yeah.

Hang those herbs up, though,
before you go.

WOMAN: Oh, man.

Oh, this is just...

Oh, baby!

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

'Bye, Mom.

(DOOR OPENS)

Perfect timing.

-Hey. Mommy's little thief.
-Huh?

-Where's the, uh...
-Oh, yeah.

..thing?

I put all of our tools
in here, OK?

You didn't need my help at all
to clean up this place.

Oh, I cleaned!

Looks pretty nice.

(WOMAN SIGHS)

You know what they say
about pearls before swine?

-Uh, no.
-Ah. Well, I'll tell you later.

-I cooked pork chops, but...
-(CHUCKLES)

It's OK.

OK.

To our new home.

(BOTH SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(SCREAMING)

Oh!

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

You're a gypsy.

And you're a stalker.

Seen you swimming
in my grandparents' pond.

-So0 you've seen me naked.
-I don't care.

It's just that I'm a novelist,
so it's important to me

to understand
people's motivations.

You're a novelist, huh?

Impressive.

Why swim in their pond
when the river's right there?

'Cause the river's
polluted as balls.

And to get your facts straight,
I'm only a half-breed, technically.

My grandfather, Nicolae,
he was full Kalderash Roma

from the Carpathians, but...

..he came to the States
and he married a gadja woman.

What does any of that mean?

It means us Rumanceks
will forever ride the earth

on two horses
with only one ass.

You want a beer?

Beer kills brain cells.

Ah. Lucky some of us
have extra, then.

Then the guy who used
to live here must've been...

(LAUGHS) ..a rocket scientist.

What happened to him?

Vince, my uncle,
died of alcohol poisoning.

Do you worship the devil?

Do we worship the devil,
she says.

Each point
represents an element,

the topmost being the soul.

Plus, looks fuckin' metal.

What?

Are you a werewolf?

Now we know who
your literary influences are.

You gonna find me a vampire
to have a sexless three-way with?

Gross. But your index and middle
fingers are the same length.

And they say
that makes you a werewolf.

Jesus.

Where did you get
something like that?

GIRL: I don't know.
TV or whatever.

So are you a werewolf or what?

Sure.

-Are you a retard?
-No.

My heightened werewolf senses
indicate otherwise.

I don't think you're
supposed to use that word.

Yeah.
"Werewolf is pretty racist.

I prefer "sexy man-beast".

Again, gross. I mean 'retard'.

I know what you meant.

(SIREN PULSES)

-That's Tom.
-Tom?

He's my friends' dad.
He's cool.

-I go to school with his kids.
-Know when to say when.

You're weird.

YOUNG MAN: There's the door.

GIRL: And kind of mean.

But good material.

I'm a patron of the arts.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Welcome to the neighbourhood.

Jesus, do the fields need tilling?

(ENGLISH ACCENT)
Much as it pains me

to deprive monsieur
of his customary 14 hours,

he has an appointment.

Oh, shit. I completely spaced.

I told Letha I'd squire her
to the amusement park later.

Take her tomorrow.

School starts tomorrow.

Precisely why you need
new clothes.

I don't need new clothes.

It's taken me 17 years
to perfect my look, alright?

Apparently not enough time

to learn the distinction
between vintage and old.

These rags are retired.
You're going shopping.

(SNIFFS)

Isn't Norman saying that in
this economy, we need to be backing off

on the conspicuous
consumption front?

It makes us unsympathetic.

And I suppose if your Uncle Norman
lent you "The Communist Manifesto',

we'd have to find recipes
for borscht.

May I, darling?

Roman, you're an adult.

More or less.

If you'd rather spend the day

with your cousin
than your mother, just say so.

I'd rather hang out with Letha.

Of course, darling.

Now, I'm not sure
Norman would approve, but...

..I've arranged a small surprise

for indulging
your poor old mother...

..last day
of your summer vacation.

(CHUCKLES)
You rented out Pennsylmania?

-(CHUCKLES)
-I did.

Alright.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, girls.

-Hello.
-Hey, Dad!

Oh, thank God.
I could eat a phone book.

(CHUCKLES)

They don't make those anymore.

Well, you can have hers too,

because evidently,
your daughter is off sushi now.

-Since when?
-GIRL: I'm not off sushi.

I'm off mercury.

-Hey. What are you reading?
-(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Hey, Rome.

GIRL: She what?

-(WHISPERS) Angels?
-GIRL: Pennsylmania?

OK!

GIRL: See you then.

-Ah!
(LAUGHS)

OK, wait. Let me try.

Ahhh...

Ah!

(LAUGHS)

Bellissima!

-Alright. Alright.
-Wait. OK.

Last man... Last man standing!

-Feel the Zen.
-Wait. One, two, three!

Ooh.

ROMAN: Wow!

-Ah!
-What do you want to name him?

Do you know that Pennsylvania
has more hate groups per capita

than any state
in the country?

It's about time
we won something.

We also lead the nation
in Ho Ho consumption.

Wonder if there's
a correlation.

The moral superiority
of being skinny?

Mmm.

Come on.

Mm, not tonight.

Seriously?

Mm, not in the mood.

Come on! When else are you gonna
get on this without a line?

When have you
ever stood in line?

LETHA: What do you think
they think of us?

ROMAN: Who?

LETHA: Exactly.

So...what am I thinking?

Mmm... That you wish
the summer would never end.

I'm thinking
that it's time to go home.

Really?

-Mm-hm.
-Come on, no.

Mm-hm.

Do you want Bob?

Yeah.

ROMAN: Come on, cuz.
Let's get out of here.

-LETHA: Ah!
-(ROMAN LAUGHS)

(CHATTER)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Hey, Hemingway.

Don't call me that.

OK.

I guess summer's over.

(THUDDING FOOTSTEPS)

(LABOURED BREATHING)

Whoa.

(GIRLS LAUGH)

-Arggh!
-Boom, boom, boom, boom!

-(GIRLS LAUGH)
-Hey, sis.

(LABOURED BREATHING)

There's this kid at my school.

He's an upir.

-An upir?
-Yeah.

But I don't think
he knows it himself.

He has a sister.
She isn't upir.

I don't know what she is.

She is so big,
she fills up a doorway.

They're the Godfreys.

That family seems
pretty fucked up.

The Godfreys are my business.

Stay away from them.

-I am.
-OK.

And?

Have we got anything
more enlightening

to report from
our first day at school?

There's this new kid.

He's a gypsy.

This girl's been
spreading rumours about him.

I think he's related to that guy
in the trailer by the river.

Filth.

(LABOURED BREATHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Pryce told me you were here!

Pryce called you?

-Funny.
-What is it?

NORMAN: What is it?

What is it?

My legacy!

My legacy.

It's not even two years old!

It's already 40 pounds!

It knows what you're feeling
from across the room.

You know how it knows that?

You know it knows
because of the light!

The fucking light!

Have you considered
putting Shelley in a special...

Do not call her that!

Do not call that abortion
by my daughter's name!

I know it's my fault! I know!

I brought evil into our house!

Oh, come on, JR. Come on!

She may look like a woman.

She may
fuck like a woman.

But I will not be deceived!

I hired a private investigator
to find her people.

Guess what, Norman.

She doesn't have any.

There are no people!

Will you help me?

I'll help you find
the right kind, yes.

No. Help me destroy her.

Before she destroys our family.

You're my goddamn brother!

No-one's going
to destroy anyone, JR.

No-one.

You know, maybe it's best
you come and stay

with me and Marie
for a little while, huh?

Yeah, OK.

I know you're fucking her.

(BABY WHEEZES)

I'm sorry, Roman.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

SONG: J How my love will go on

J Till you come in springtime

J Till the last nightingale
has sung its love song

J Can't stop the beating in my heart

J To spend another night without you

J There's a place for us we can find

J Where there's another... J

Really, JR, not again.

What are you?

Annoyed, exasperated,
sexually underwhelmed.

Shall I go on?

What...are you?

Pull the trigger. Find out.

What do you want from me, Olivia?

Hm. Paradox of a woman.

The fact that you have to ask
means you could never give it.

J Till the last nightingale
has sung its love song

J Can't stop the beating
in my heart... J

What about our son?

He was born with the caul.

He will always be mine.

(GUN CLICKS)

(THUNDER CRACKS)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(THUNDER BOOMS)

OLIVIA: Oh, angel.

Come here.

It's alright, Roman.

You're so much stronger
than he was.

(CAR APPROACHES)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Norman.

What a wonderful surprise.

Is this a serious proposal?

Perhaps I spoke too soon.

A 60% proposed increase for
research and development funding alone

following a 30% increase
from last quarter.

Would you like
to come inside?

I can offer you a coffee.

Or a valium.

With no accompanying report
of anything approaching transparency

of what exactly
we're setting out to produce.

Money. We produce money.

Your brother taught me that.

I can't imagine why it gives you
so much difficulty.

Neither could my brother.

You know, darling,
if it's transparency you're after,

you could simply ask Dr Pryce
what he wants the money for.

(LAUGHS) Well, he's the only person
I know who's a better liar than you are.

-He most certainly is not!
-Oh, don't be cute, Olivia.

You're bad at it.

Come inside.

(CHUCKLES)

Then I can at least deduce

what really brought you to
my bloody doorstep in comfort.

(SIGHS)

Pennsylmania, Olivia?
I mean, really?

Oh, come on, Dr Killjoy.

They won't be children
much longer.

It's an insult to the town.

I'm well aware
of your love affair with appearances.

And no favour to the kids either.

You know, you can spoil Roman
all you want, but...

..leave my daughter
out of it, huh?

I, um...

..can't control...

..who Roman decides
to spend his time with.

Well...

No-one was accusing you
of having any control over him.

(GASPS)
-(FLIES BUZZ)

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Help!

Help!

(SIREN WAILS)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Oh, man, that's bad.

That's really bad.
I know her family.

I went to school
with her dad.

That's pretty tough,
first day of school.

Some first day.

-Anything in the perimeter?
-No sign of a weapon, Sheriff.

-Tracks?
-Nothing. All hard-packed sand.

The car was all busted up on the road.
Window broken in.

Jesus Christ.

Who could have done that?

Who's that kid?

Bring him to me.

-Boy. Come here, please.
-Me, sir?

-You're the only boy I see.
-I was just walking through.

Just come here, please, OK?
The sheriff would like a word.

You live around here, son?

Yeah. Home's that way,
and school's that way.

So I was...I was just
walking through.

You happen to hear anything
last night?

No, sir. It was a quiet night.

What's your name?

It's Peter, sir. Uh, Rumancek.

-What's going on here?
-Get his statement, his ID.

-Make sure he gets to school.
-OK. Come on. Come on.

Rumancek.

-Vince Rumancek?
-Gypsy trash.

OFFICER:
I'll take you in my cruiser. Come on.

You can sit in the front,
but don't touch anything.

RADIO: ..police are describing
as one of the most grisly...

-Hey. Hey. Shelley. What is it?
-(SHELLEY SNIFFLES)

..and partially disembowelled
earlier this morning

in Kilderry Park,
of south Hemlock Grove.

(TURNS OFF RADIO)

-(SHELLEY WHIMPERS)
-Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

It's OK. It's OK. I'm here.

-(LABOURED BREATHING)
-Sh, sh, sh.

I'm right here.

It's OK.

The coroner has tentatively
identified the victim

as Brooke Bluebell, 17,

a student attending
Penrose High School.

Bluebell was last seen
leaving school yesterday afternoon,

and her car was reportedly discovered
near the crime scene.

Officials are refusing to speculate
on the cause of death,

but eyewitnesses suggest
the ferocity of the attack

indicates an animal
may have been responsible.

Officials are asking
for anyone who may have seen

any suspicious behaviour
in the park area

to contact
the sheriff's office.

GIRL: Bet he knows
something about it.

GIRL 2: Gypsy creep.

Come on.

GIRL 1: That's the guy
you think is a werewolf?

(PHONE DIAL TONE)

-LETHA: Hello?
-Hey, Letha.

My God, Dad.
Can this be real?

I just really needed
to hear your voice, OK?

Yeah. It's good
to hear your voice too.

I love you, OK, Letha? I...

It's very important right now
that you know how much I love you.

Yeah, I know. I love you too.

(SIGHS)

You really hate coming here,
don't you, Norman?

-Mm.
-Yeah, me too.

Just when I was getting used
to the sound of crickets.

-It's a fucking nightmare.
-It is that.

I see that girl and I can't help but think
it could've been one of mine.

Well, it could've been
any of ours.

I'll put you two together.
That's all.

I don't know what it is
with you and Dr Pryce,

but he is the closest available
scientific authority.

You really gonna make me
ask Olivia?

-You know what he did.
-No, I don't. None of us do.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Sheriff!

Norman.

Uh, Doctor.
Sorry to bother you.

-We know you're busy.
-No apology necessary.

A tragedy like this
relieves one of adhering

to the standard
social conventions.

It shouldn't even require the summons
of a majority shareholder.

Norman.

How's your family?

Let's assume if normally
I don't want you asking about my family,

today doesn't change
a goddamn thing.

Certainly.

You were going to ask me
about an animal attack.

Well, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
..we don't know what it is.

PRYCE:
Oh, the autumn is unkind, little flower.

(SCREAMS)

-PRYCE: Mm-hm.
(SCREAMS)

-PRYCE: Huh.
-We're wasting our time.

Mm-hm.

Based on subcutaneous bite patterns,
I believe you can with certainty

exclude from your list
a suspect on two legs.

We didn't find any animal tracks
at the scene.

Which is peculiar, but...
I can only tell you what I see.

Her...phone was on
when it happened.

I got the impression that
whatever it was that was attacking her

wanted her to watch.

Fear is an intoxicant
to apex predators.

It is not unusual for them
to disembowel prey animals

and consume the fat
between the essential organs

to keep them alive as long as possible
during the process.

You do realise a girl is dead?

And in the interest
of saving precious time,

I will mourn her passing
subsequent to our conversation.

Was there anything else?

-He's all yours.
-No. Thank you, Doctor.

(DOOR BUZZES)

I need...

Do you trust his analysis or not?

I don't trust if you drew your gun and
shot him, blood would leave his veins.

WOMAN: ..in the midst of
their throne shall feed them

and shall lead them to
living fountains of waters and God...

-Next time, bro.
-Alright, man.

MAN ON PA: Tonight's vigil
for Brooke Bluebell will be held

at Penrose High Stadium.

Hemlock High students
are encouraged to attend.

It will be at seven o'clock tonight.
Thank you.

Could an upir have done it?

It's not their style.

Usually.

There's a vigil being held
later tonight.

Your sister
would like to attend.

Pass. I've spent all day
around fucking crying girls.

Did you know her?

I didn't think there was a pair
of pompoms in a 50-mile radius

that wasn't within your purview.

I didn't know her.
Different crowd, I guess.

How are you, darling?

I'm fine.
Why wouldn't I be fine?

Do you see me
as someone you can trust?

Yeah.

(BRITTLE, AIRY MUSIC)

WOMAN: Peter!

Peter, dinner!

Peter!

Peter!

ROMAN: What did it feel like?

What did what feel like?

Killing that girl.

(DARK MUSIC)