All language subtitles for S01E12 - Children of the Night

Fuck.

Ah... fuck.

Ah!

Come on, come on, come on.

Agh!

Hey, Tom.

The latest one, was it...
was it Christina?

Deputies found some
torn clothing and a ID

for a Jennifer Fredericks
at the site.

- Jenny Fredericks?
- You know her?

No, no. Shelley does.

She's the only real friend
she ever had.

That means Christina's
still out there.

You wanna say something to me,
or you just gonna eye fuck me?

Tom, I know that you feel
right now more than ever

that you have a job to do, but
with everything that's happen--

I'm not one of your patients,
Doctor.

As a friend.

Maybe you should go home
for a little while.

I'll go home
when Christina's safe

and Peter Rumancek is dead
and in the ground.

Come on.

When I was a young girl,
there was a game I used to play

with my cousins--

wicked little beasts
of the first rank.

Game was called
wolves in the wood.

"Play with" perhaps
misstates it,

implying my consent
as part of the proceedings.

At any rate,
after the moon had risen,

they would spirit me out
to the forest,

an enchanted place
in the fuller sense of the word,

filled with mysteries

and nameless dangers
prowling in the dark.

They would...

lay me on a bed of moss. I can

feel it on the back of my neck
to this day.

I was to lay perfectly still

as they circled
through the trees on tiptoes,

growling deep in their throats

and warning me
there were wolves on the hunt

with a taste for little girls.

The slightest movement
on my part would give me away.

I'd be gobbled up in a blink.

Mm, of course I was terrified
for life and limb.

Did my utmost
to escape this monstrous fate.

But...

the harder I concentrated
on not betraying myself,

the more impossible it became
not to smile.

A great cry would then go up:
"You moved, you moved!"

and with yips and howls
they would descend on me,

cover my body head to toe

with kisses.

Christina. Hey.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to scare you.

That's all right, sweetheart.

Are you OK?

Is your dad home?

No. Uh, do you want me
to call him?

No, no.

OK.

He's probably out
wondering where you are.

Well, please don't tell him
I'm here, OK?

Yeah. Did you want
to come in?

I thought

I heard a noise. It sounded
like someone screaming.

Yeah. I was just making
some tea.

Hey, sit down.

Do you want a cup?

I have tea all the time.

Yeah, OK.

Stupid fucking bitch.

So, do you want
to tell me what's wrong?

Why'd you leave the hospital?

It wasn't safe there.

OK.

Why do you think it wasn't safe?

I don't know.
Just a feeling, I guess.

Like when you're in a dark room

but you can still feel a hand
in front of your face.

What are you afraid of?

That it's coming after me.

Sweetheart, I'm sure
that's not true.

Well, I-I had that feeling,
and I just had to get away.

I had to come here.

Why?

To warn you.

Because I think
it's after you too.

Is that the bacon grease?

Oh, good.

You did good.

What are you gonna do
with that stuff?

What's that?

It's a weapon, from my mother.

We have her blessing,
for what it's worth.

You have your spells,
she has hers.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Just try not
to poke your eye out with it.

So... how are you gonna
find it?

It'll find me.

I asked how to do what it did--
to turn on the wrong moon.

I'm closer to it now,
I can feel it.

And I can feel it feel me.

When I go out there tonight,
I won't have to go far.

It'll be waiting for me.

Hey.

I need you to come by here.

It's not really the best time
right now.

This is just really important,
and I need your help.

I'll be right there.

I gotta go. She needs my help
with something important.

- Well, what is it?
- I don't know.

- I'm going. - Hey, hey, do you really think
that's the best idea right now,

with everyone out there
looking for you?

I'll hide in the fucking
trunk. I'm going.

It's OK. We'll handle it.

- What the fuck is this all about?
- Just stay calm.

OK.

Sheriff?

You here to help?

Help with what, sir?

What are you doing here?

It can come back.

It always comes back.

I don't think
it's coming back here, sir,

and the Fredericks,

they could use some time alone.

You understand.

Tom? That thing loaded?

Don't fucking touch it.

- Sheriff--
- Go home.

Come with us, OK?

Still warm

for whatever use
that brings you.

Lod isn't going to like this.

They want Norman's share,
they'll learn to.

They knew where they were
sending the little gollywog.

This was irresponsible
and reckless.

First you leave the Willoughby
girl here to be discovered.

Mm, tsk, tsk, tsk.

- Not my handiwork.
- Regardless, it's sloppy.

This was not some junkie or transient
like the others. She will be missed.

What is this really about?

Oh!

You liked her!

Perhaps you can

send the next of kin something
that almost resembles a flower.

Fuck you, Olivia.

For years
I've been your janitor,

making your messes go away.

The blood on my hands because of you.
You couldn't leave this one alone?

I could. I chose not to.

You don't do it for me.

You do it for yourself
and your little project.

Being my janitor protects you
from Norman.

The only people
who are gonna miss her are Lod,

and now they know
the consequences

of crossing me when you need
protection from them.

Of course,
you could always just

tender your resignation.

Why is it that you're the only one who
hasn't asked me what I'm really doing?

Because I don't give
a flying fuck.

- You should.
- And why is that?

Because it will
change the world.

Yours included.

The only thing I care
about us producing is money.

As long as you continue,
the rest is a sandbox

for you and your PhDs.

I think you'll find the world
doesn't change so easily.

We will see.

Do you know who it is
who's killing these girls?

Stop being a pussy.

Clean it up.

I can't move.

It's hard to breathe.

That's because
your neck is broken.

Oh, Doctor.

If only you'd listened to me.

I'm...

listening...

now.

We're both part of something
bigger than us, you and I,

bigger than the not-so-different
people we work for.

The only difference is

I don't threaten it.

She's right.

I can't quit when I'm so close.

I'm so sorry.

Do you want to pray?

No.

A lighthouse
guiding a lone vessel

through evil waters
if ever there was one.

Full stop.

He reminded himself,

comma, again, comma,

that whatever sacrifice

of personal conscience was
required of him,

comma, even his humanity, comma,

was of scant consequence
to his penance.

Full stop.

Hey.

- Tom?
- Norman.

How you doing?

What's that thing I said
about not being a patient?

Yeah.

It's not the usual luggage
people come in with.

I'm here. Don't push it.

Oh, no, I'm glad you're here.

Why didn't it come for me?

Tom,

I know you think that...
in some way you were responsible--

I'm not here for me.
I'm just here to tell you

that another girl's gonna die,
so if you have anything

to say to any of the girls
in your life,

now would be the time.

Letha?

- Are you OK? What's going on?
- Hey.

I'm really sorry. I was on
my way to meet you guys when...

- something came up.
- Well, who's here?

Don't freak out, OK?

Who's here?

Please, can you just stay here?

Thank you.
Hey, Christina.

I'm not gonna let
anyone hurt you. Christina.

- This isn't a good idea.
- Roman,

she's really scared.

- Well, we're not just gonna--
It's fine. - What?

- It's fine.
- Hi.

Hi.

♪ Under the waves till the
birds steal the liver I grew ♪

♪ Fall asleep in the breeze ♪

Yo. Baby on board.

Christina,

you know I won't let
anyone hurt you, right?

I know.

You know nothing's gonna go
wrong now. Right?

I'm sorry I told everyone
you're a werewolf.

Don't mention it.

I know you're scared.

I am too.

Why do you think
he's coming after you?

It's hard to explain.

Yeah, yeah.

I know the feeling.

Oh, pull...
pull up over there.

- What, the convenience store?
- Yeah. - Why?

I gotta take a piss.
Just do it, will you?

Yes, ma'am.

All right,
what the fuck's going on?

- I think Christina's right.
- About what?

I think he's after her next.

- How do you know?
- It's just a feeling.

He may even know her,

he may come before sundown,
so we need to be ready.

What are you looking for?

Fuck.

This'll do.

Oh, shit.

My brother lost his house
because of your father.

Why don't you tell your brother

to be a fucking man, huh?

Card declined.

Uh... I got cash.

Want me to call your mother?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

What the fuck did you do
to this guy?

We had a...
misunderstanding.

Jesus. I've seen
your misunderstandings.

Hi. I'm sorry about this
and him.

No one knows he's
a bigger asshole than I do,

but we really need this,

and I'm broke till payday.

Lots of people broke because
of this asshole's family.

How about an IOU?

I'm good for it.

I-O-fuck you,

Rumancek.

I'm sorry.

I haven't said that
much in my life, but I am.

I insulted a lot of people,
and, uh,

you would have been right
to kick my ass.

I'm a spoiled prick
and I would have deserved it.

Look, if you wanna take a swing
at me now,

I won't stop you.

- Whew...
- Everything all right?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

The boys are in the chapel.

Are they
going to stop it?

Well, they have some ideas.

Letha's home and fine.

Your mother...

...your mother and I are...

complicated.

I'm sorry that it meant
lying to you.

I've been lying about it so long I almost forgot
there was anyone who still believed it, but...

doesn't make it
any less crummy.

You're a lamp.

You shine on people.

You're either gonna show
what's best in them

or what's most crummy.

You always got to see
the best of me

because there you were
lighting the way, so...

it's even worse how you had to learn
about my shit-heel side, but...

that's your tragedy, and...

nothing breaks my heart more.

You're always gonna be
surrounded by people

who don't deserve you.

Something else
I gotta tell you. Um...

the last victim...

...it was Jenny Fredericks.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I-I know
what she meant to you.

Oh, sweetheart.

Shelley.

Shelley!

SHELLEY!

Shelley!

Are you sure we're safe here?

As safe as we're gonna be.

Hey.

Nothing's gonna hurt you.

I won't let it.

You know...

...I kissed you once.

It was right
when you moved here.

It was my first.

I never told anybody that,
not even the twins.

They lost their virginity the summer before.
It was all they ever talked about.

I wanted the experience.
You know, it's what writers do.

That's why I researched
how to turn.

But where do you start?

What do you mean turn?

As far as I know,

you're either born one,
bitten by one,

or in the rarer cases,
a person chooses it.

They drink from the paw print
of one. Look at him.

What do you think would
drive a person to that?

You wouldn't try it?

Me? I think I see enough
monsters in the world already.

It's like I said: experience
is a writer's material.

And you had so many stories,
and I wanted my own,

and I wanted to be
as free as you.

I wasn't optimistic. I mean,

who thinks something like that
is gonna work?

I felt pretty silly.

And then it came--

the harvest moon.

Jesus Christ.

- Get her out of here.
- What's going on? Roman?

Come on, you need to get out of here.
You need to get out of here.

Stay back.
You need to let Peter do this.

Do what?
Where is he taking her?

- I need you to come with me.
- OK.

Get on your knees.

- Get your hands off me!
- No! No! OK?

Don't move.

Can you control it?

Last night, was it something
that happened,

or did you make it happen?

Did you make yourself turn,

or did you hear--
did you hear your other name?

Answer me or I'll
choke the life out of you.

I decided to.
I wanted to.

OK.

If you decide to turn tonight,
you're gonna die.

Are you gonna kill me, Peter?

Yes.

Do you hate me?

No.

I don't hate you.

Why her?

Why did you go to her?

I knew you were in here.

I saw from the clinic window you
go in and then I went to look.

Because when I saw you in here

with your ugly fucking thing
in that whore!

- Roman, let go of me!
- Stop, OK? Stop!

Listen to me! It's her.

She's the fucking vargulf.
It's fucking her!

I wanted more than anything

to feel her fear on my tongue

and her bones crunch
beneath my teeth...

...and her blood run down
the fur on my neck.

It's OK.

You can kill me
as long as you don't hate me.

And you should do it now
while you still can.

It's already happening.
You haven't got a lot of time.

I can't turn it around

any more than you can
turn around night and day.

You do what you have to
while it's still day.

You made me.

- I'm yours.
- God help me.

Oh!

Oh, oh...

I can feel it coming
'cause I'm getting wet.

So this must be
what it feels like to come.

I've never
heard my other name.

In the summer, that
place came back to haunt her dreams.

- Go into it! Go further!
- Go, keep going.

- Keep going!
- Keep going,

- Chrissy. Do it.
- Do it!

All their dirty little stories,
all the things they did,

those fucking cunts!

All the things
they expected of her

but filled her with so much fear she
couldn't even dream about them!

She hid it all away in a hole.

You're going to lose your soul.

But the more she filled it,
the more she hid

from those whispers,
the stronger they became.

That's the thing with whispers.
You know,

you put a thousand of them
together and you get a howl.

And so the night
before the harvest moon...

...she made a choice.

She went down the hole.

She didn't know.

And she's very, very sorry
for everything that happened.

No! Peter!

- Peter! Let me go!
- No!

- We've gotta stay away!
- Peter! Peter! Roman,

let me go!

Peter, stop!
Peter, stop!

PETER! NO!

PETER!

PETER! NO!

PETER! PETER!

PETER!

Run!

Come on, you little bitch!

Come on, you little bitch!

Come on!

Roman, it's locked!