All language subtitles for Orphan First Kill (2022)

I'm Anna Troyev,
the art therapy instructor.

Arms up.

I trust we won't go through
this every day.

Anna?

Welcome, are you ready
for your first day?
Hmm.

I think so.
Please.

Do you live far?
Uh, somewhat, but it's worth it.

Always wanted to use art
to help people.

Wonderful.

Please.

This way.

Those are
our security procedures.

Learn them backwards
and forwards.

Most of our patients
are quite docile, but others--

Doctor, it's Leena.

She's not in her room.
Nobody can find her.

Lock it.

Who's Leena?

Our most dangerous patient.

In fact, she's the reason
for the opening you're filling.

Your predecessor
underestimated her

and ignored protocol.

Did not end well.

Listen to me.
Do not leave this room.

Don't worry.
You will be safe here,

and I 'll come back
after we've found her.

Please, please--

Hello, there.

Does your mum
or dad work here?

Can I see?

I-- Is that me?

That's very good.

I'm Anna. What's your name?

Leena.

You didn't a--
answer me before.

Do your parents work here?

Why would you think that?

Because you're--
I'm what?

Leena?

Put it down.

Leena, put it down, now.

You didn't tell me
she was a child.

That's because
she's not.

Leena suffers
from a gland disorder

which causes, uh,
proportional dwarfism,

essentially halting her growth
around age ten.

Make no mistake.

Leena may look like a child,
but she is a grown woman.

Thirty one, to be exact.

When Leena first arrived,

she struggled so hard
against her restraints

that she would bleed severely.

It was a lesson for all of us

on the depths
of her will to be free.

Much of Leena's early life

was spent doing whatever
she could to survive.

But she never grew older,
at least not on the outside.

Imagine going through
your whole life,

the world seeing only a child.

It is very important that you
do not see her in that way.

Leena uses her affliction
as much as she suffers from it.

She's a exceptional con artist.

Two years ago,
Leena wormed her way

into this family by posing
as a runaway.

This family took her in.
They fed her. They clothed her.

Normally, Leena would
simply steal whatever she could

and then disappear,
but this time,

she, um...

Well, let me put it this way.

She lives here now.

Idti.

Idti!

She does that.

How much
longer have we got, Daddy?

We have
two minutes, darling.

You're learning me
by heart, little Sara.

No, Daddy. I know you by heart.
You're inside my heart.

We're gonna
be brave, aren't we?

Yes, Daddy.

- Yes, Daddy.
- Hello, Dmitri.

You're on time.

It's perfect.

I can't tie
these myself.

I want to do
something nice for you.

You can come in.

Yeah. Yeah.

What are you doing?

My daddy has to go away.
He'll return most any day.

I can't do it.

I can do it now.

Any moment I may see
my daddy coming back to me.

My daddy has to go away.

Idti, do you want some candy?

Idti!

She cut the feed.

I'm so sorry, Anna.

Hopefully, the police
will find her

before anyone else is hurt.

Not quite the start
we had hoped for, I'm sure.

This job isn't for me.

Oh, Anna.

It usually takes only one.

Huh?

Don't be frightened.
I am police.

Uh, where are your parents?

My parents are in America.

Sw-- sweetheart,
what is your name?

My name is Esther.

Fence!

Yeah!

- Killed it.
- Thanks, man.

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.
Mm-hmm, yeah.

Great job, pal.
Thanks, guys.

How long
do you think you'll be?

Actually, a bunch of people
are getting together tonight.

Well, congrats.

I'll, uh, see you guys
back at the house.

I mean, this was supposed
to be family night.

What, is he not supposed
to have fun with his friends?

Oh, God.
All he does is have fun.

No, Gunnar works his tail off.

When he's not studying,
he's fencing.

He's living his life.

Don't do that.
Don't go into your head.

I need you to be present.
Gunnar needs you.

Oh, sorry.
Was I not at that match?

Esther's not coming back, Allen.

I miss her too. I do.

Every moment of every day.

What is he doing here?

Hello, Allen.

We have an update
on your daughter Esther.

From the little
we've gotten from Esther,

we believe a woman abducted her,
brought her to Russia

and passed her off
as her own child

until Esther managed to escape.

We haven't gotten
many specifics yet.

Perhaps when
she's feeling safer,

she can shed some more light
on what she's been through.

We have a child therapist
that she'll be working with.

Good.

What she needs right now
is her family.

Be prepared for changes.

Four years is a long time
in the development of a child.

Esther?

Sweetheart, it's me.

It's Mommy.

Can I-- can I see you?

Sweetie, it's--

it's Mommy.

I thought I would
never see you again.

Everything
is right, now.

It's been so long
since you've seen any of us.

Let's see if I can--
Oh, there's Daddy.

This was one
of our charity events.

He looked so handsome
that night, didn't he?

Can I grab you anything else?

No, thanks.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Your brother is probably a foot
taller than you would remember.

Oh, there's Mup-Mup.
She's been so good to us.

Oh, I can't wait to see her.

No, sweetie.

She passed. Remember?
It's just the four of us now.

I have to use the restroom.

Uh, is the restroom
over there?

No, it's just
right back over there.

Over in the back? Oh.
Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

"Can't wait to see her."
So stupid.

Oh, Daddy and Gunnar
are just downstairs.

Do you think Father
will recognize me?

Uh, maybe not if you
keep calling him "father."

- Dad.
- Yeah, that's better.

Here. Let me look at you.

Oh, my God. You look...

like a little lady.
You've grown up so much.

Take this off.

That's better.
It's less austere.

This is--

Sorry.
No, I-- I'm sorry. I--

Come on. Let's go.

I think I'm nervous.

All right, big step.

Daddy?

I'm so sorry.

Can't believe it's really you.

I always knew. I always knew.

Hello, Gunnar.

Hey.

I think we could do
a little bit better than, "Hey."

- Don't you think?
- Come.

Glad you're back.

Me, too.

- How about we go home, huh?
- Yes.

Let's go home.

Welcome home, Esther.

We left it just as it was.

We always knew
you would come back home.

Hmm.

I mean, you've probably
outgrown so much,

but we have a lot
of Christmases and birthdays

to make up for,

so just let us know
what you're into,

and you might get it.

I like painting.
You like to paint?

You were never interested
in painting before.

Well, maybe you two

can spend some time
in your studio.

Nothing would
make me happier.

So, um, plan is,

tomorrow you're gonna
talk to Dr. Segar.

Do you remember her?

She had the parrot named Sydney.
Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Well, if you need anything...

We're right down
the hall, all right?

Okay, you can go in.

Dr. Segar will be right
with you.

I'm seeing her
in a few minutes.

I think it's too soon for you
to get involved, Detective.

I'd like to talk
to her alone first.

Look, I have to go.

You have no idea

how happy I am to see you,
Esther.

Welcome home.

Well, now, you're certainly not
the little girl I once knew.

You're a young lady now.

Do you remember what I told you

when we first began
our sessions?

I told you
if I ask any questions

that make you uncomfortable,
we'll stop.

I wish my parents were like you.

How so?

They keep asking
what happened to me,

but I'm not ready
to tell them about it.

And that's
perfectly fine.

I am hoping you'll talk
to me about it,

but only when you're ready,
okay?

Having said that,

is there anything
you want to tell me

about your time away?

You want to play, Sydney?

I think Sydney wants
to play with me.

Hello, I remember you.

You remember me?

Your turn.
Esther, you can wait out here.

I'm just going to need to talk
to your mom for a moment.

Hello.
Hi.

I like your earrings.

Oh,
thank you, honey.

What are you writing?
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.

Let me go
get this cleaned up.

She seem
the same as you remember?

Different?

Well, of course she's different.

She has
an accent now.

Is that unusual,
considering where she's been?

Not necessarily.

She was there a long time
when her speech

was still developing.

But I will tell you,
she is in far better shape

intellectually and emotionally
than I would expect.

Well, that's good,
right?

I did notice
some inconsistencies.

For example,
she said that was Sydney.

Sydney was a macaw.

Bright orange
and four times the size.

Yet, today, she addressed
this bird as Sydney

- with complete confidence.
- What are you getting at?

To me,
it felt like a performance.

)

He hit me
and ripped my dress!

I want to go home.

That's enough
for today.

Uh, of course.
We'll reschedule.

Esther, you all right?
Uh, yes.

Hey.

Morticia, get Gunnar for me,
would you?

What did you call me?
Mike, that's her. The sister.

Oh, shit.

It's my bad.
Um, get Gunnar, pozálujsta.

Is that Spanish or something?
I don't--

Hey, let's go.

Your sister's
a fuckin' trip, man.

Seriously, dude?
My dad is right there.

- I don't care.
- Mike!

- Fucking idiot.
- I am what I am.

Hey, honey, you okay?

- Uh, my dress is ruined.
- I'll buy you a new one.

I was thinking, uh,

I was thinking we could go
to the studio.

I would love to.

If I didn't know
any better,

I'd think you'd never
been in here before.

So beautiful.

What's the light for?

- What's the light for?
- Mm-hmm.

You don't remember? It's what
your papa's famous for.

Hmm.

Here.

Press on this.

Yeah, I always tried to fit
so much into one canvas,

you know? So, I resorted
to a-- a hidden layer.

Nothing is ever just
one thing, right?

So cool.

You haven't been in here
in a while.

No, I haven't.

What's this one?

Oh, no.

It's, uh, I should've
gotten rid of this.

Who-- who's-- who's that?

There's no use
dwelling on the past.

You're home now.
That's all that matters, right?

So, I was thinking we could dust
off some canvasses, you know?

See what comes of it.

I would love to.
Yeah?

Um, what's your poison?
Oil, watercolors?

I-- I got it all.
Charcoal?

Charcoal? Okay.

Pick an object,
and-- and we'll sit down

and we'll--
we'll draw it together.

I want to draw you.

You want to draw me?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, okay.

Well, this is a first.

How do you want me?

I can-- I can do The Thinker.

The way you were
when you were looking at that.

That's not a place
I want to live anymore.

There.

Just like that.

You learned to paint
while you were over there?

Mm-hmm.

Would you just draw,
or was it-- was it also--

It wasn't what you think.

It's still happening,
despite everything

that's going on. Allen?
No, he won't be there.

You know how he feels
about these things.

So, I'll see you at the gala
tomorrow, then, okay?

It's for a good cause.

Beth, just bring
your checkbook and Jim.

It's for pediatric cancer,
for Christ's sake.

Okay, that's better. Thank you.

I'm finished.

Already?
Mm-hmm.

- Do you like it?
- I love it.

It's-- it's incredible.

Okay, 30 seconds, all right?

And then we're gonna see
what you can do with paint.

That's private.
Oh, I'm sorry.

I-- I saw that you brought it
back with you.

I thought it was special.
You don't knock?

I was looking for,
um, my gold watch.

I-- It's okay.
I'm sure it'll turn up.

Sorry.

"Property of Esther."

"Mummy took me to Wicked."

"Mummy." Hello, Mummy.

Thank you, Mummy.

I know, Mummy.

Mummy.

Mummy.

You're not gonna
believe what Esther can do.

We spent the afternoon
in the studio.

She drew a portrait of me.

She's got more talent than I had
when I was in my 20s.

How's that possible?

Four years ago, she was
still drawing stick figures.

- Easy.
- What?

Think about where you
were four years ago.

Now you're a fencing champion.
Yeah, just-- It's impressive.

Hmm.

Maybe you can
make a portrait of me.

This is delicious, Mummy.

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

No, no. I'm just--

You expecting someone?

I thought
I'd pop in to...

Look who came
for a visit.

Oh, I'm sorry
to interrupt dinner.

This is a police officer

who helped us
when you went missing.

He's a friend.

I just, uh, came to say
welcome home, Esther.

Thank you.

Excuse me for a moment.

You should know, um,
our child psychologist feels

Esther should tell her story
within the confines of--

And not
with a cop like me.

Don't worry. I get it.

But Esther did vanish
from our little town,

and that remains a concern.

I need to know
if there's still a danger.

I spoke to Dr. Segar
this morning.

Is that appropriate?

She told me she's open

to group discussion
tomorrow morning,

just to see
if everything's all right.

Mummy, your gala is tomorrow.

We'll do it
the following day, then.

It's important.

I mean, sure. If it's
that important, we'll be there.

You forgot
to fill your glass.

Well, uh, welcome home, Esther.

You said that already.

Esther--
Oh, it's okay. She's right.

I'll walk you out.

I'm sorry you live here.

Yeah.

I think I'll stay here
for a while.

I think something's
going on with Dr. Segar.

She seemed to be implying
in our last meeting

that Esther is lying.

That's insane.

Maybe she needs
to see a therapist.

I know, right?

What-- what is this?

Your date.

You're coming?
Yeah, of course I'm coming.

You're my wife. I can deal with
a few rich pricks for you.

And what about Esther?

Well, Gunnar's here.
She'll be fine, right?

What, do you want me
to stay home?

No, no.

Oh, you know, it seems like
since we got Esther back,

we got us back, too.

I couldn't agree more.

How long do you need
to get dressed?

I can be quick.
Yeah?

I can be quick, too.

I'm sorry,
but they're cute.

Let's just close the door.

Just close the door.

What? No. No, no, no!

Oh, my God.

Do you know how much
I spent on this dress?

Let me look.
Oh, man.

I can fix that.

With a safety pin.
Right, or staples.

Staples would work.

You're responsible
for looking after your sister

while we're gone.
We're trusting you, okay?

Yeah, Dad. I got it.

You look incredible.

We're off.

Probably won't be home
until after midnight, okay?

So, don't let her
stay up too late.

You have the keys?

Copy that.
Hmm.

- You look nice.
- Thanks.

Have a good night, honey.

Ciao.
Night.

So what are we going to do?

We?

Oh, it's--
Oh, shit, guys. I'm sorry.

I was holding
onto it for too long.

Okay. So, Gunnar,

is your sister different
than you remember?

- I mean--
- What do you think?

She's been at some
Eastern European sex gulag.

Mike.

But, uh, yeah. No, she,
uh, she's different, all right.

She's got an accent now.

And she dresses
like Lizzie Borden.

It's so fucking weird.

Who's Lizzie Borden?

Some crazy chick who killed
her parents with an axe.

Uh, hey, Esther,

why don't you, uh, go watch
a movie or something?

No.

Esther, this isn't your scene.

Go watch a movie.
Go fuck yourself.

Hey, Gunnar,
you know what? I like her.

Oh.

Go.

- Anyway, cheers!
- Cheers.

Yeah. I'll fucking drink
to that.

Um, what we were talking about?

Who's that?

Evening.

Hey, my parents aren't here.
They're at Mom's gala.

- Just my luck.
- Yeah.

Having a party?

No, it's just
a few friends.

Smell the weed from the street.

What? Um, I don't know--

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Um, look, nothing's
going on here, okay?

So um, why don't I just
tell my parents

that you stopped by, and we
can just forget all about this.

Cool?

Cool.
Good.

You mind if I hit
the restroom before I go?

Yeah, whatever. Yeah, sure.

That was a blast.

No wonder those
uptight millionaires line up

to give the foundation money.

Oh, no. It's the booze.

It's not
the booze, hon.

It's the host.

You bring the best
out of people.

Aw.

I just hope the house
is still standing.

Ugh.

I mean, when I was 16,
I-- I nearly...

...I nearly burnt
the house down.

No, Gunnar would never do that.

Who says I'm talking
about Gunnar?

Esther, we're home.

Esther?

"Saarne Institute?"

Esther?

If you're not Esther,
who the hell are you?

How did you know
that I'm not Esther?

Her own mother
doesn't even know.

Yeah, kid, she does.

Damn it.

Mummy?

The fuck are you looking at?

So, let me get
this straight.

You're a grown-ass woman
and a wanted criminal?

That is beyond fucked up.

This is all I ever do anymore,
by the way.

Clean up after my kids.

Don't worry about it.
Mommy'll take care of it.

Mommy takes care of everything.

When Gunnar told me
Donnan came to the house,

I knew I'd find you here.

You could have robbed us blind
and disappeared

the second you had a chance,
but you didn't.

Why is that?

You're thinking bigger, right?
Play the part, manipulate us,

and a year from now we meet
with some tragic accident.

Am I getting warm?

Let me go.
You'll never see me again.

That's exactly
what I'm afraid of.

We can't have Esther
disappear twice now, can we?

She didn't disappear.

There was nothing
that I could do for her,

it was too late.

Gunnar, he was always
way too rough with her.

That night he just went too far.
What was I supposed to do?

Hand over the only child
I had left over some

sibling bullshit
that went too far?

I loved my daughter
with all my heart,

but a mother protects
her family, no matter what,

and if you think...
...that I'm going to let some

psycho dwarf destroy
what I have built...

you're mistaken.

This family came over
on the fucking Mayflower

and built this country.
We matter. Allen matters.

When he got the news
Esther was alive,

the happiness on his face,
I had to make this work.

Allen doesn't know
what happened to Esther.

And you are gonna help me
make sure that he never does.

There's only one thing worse
than the death of a child,

and that is a child
who is missing.

Esther's disappearance
changed Allen,

changed who he was,
who he is supposed to be,

but you are the answer.

You and I have a chance
to turn this mess

into a mutually
beneficial arrangement.

Esther's down there, isn't she?

Don't you fucking say her name.

Okay.

You conned your way
into my family.

You chose this role,

and now you're gonna
fucking play it.

So, you can be Esther for now,

and live a life
that anyone would kill to have,

or you take the fall for this

and get shipped back
to Estonia in handcuffs.

What do you say?

- I'm sorry I scared you.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

We should have
never left you alone.

What happened?
She fell off her bike.

I found her by the side
of the road.

Honey, what are you doing
on a bike?

Come here, let's--
let's get warm.

Mom, I'm so sorry.
Stop.

What the fuck?
Yeah.

So what does this mean?

Well, it means
she's not a kid.

She is a grown woman
and we cannot underestimate her.

No, she's more than that,
Mother.

She's a psychopath living
in our fucking house.

So we just have to live
with this person?

I didn't say that.
So then, can we just, you know?

Make it look like an accident.

It's too soon.
We need to think about this.

So she just owns us now?

No, no, she has just as much
to lose as we do.

Look, neither of us
were expecting this.

So, for now we just
keep an eye on her,

and when the time is right,
we'll end it.

This is insane, even for us.

Okay, see that?
It's gonna fire.

Uh-huh.
Pull it back. Just like that.

And you get the bow,
flip it in, slide it.

See this? Are you watching?
Yeah.

Yeah, and you--

Nice!

- You see that?
- Yeah, yeah.

That's what
I'm talking about.

Our meeting
with Dr. Segar is today.

A problem we wouldn't have
if you hadn't talked

to the parrot.

Sydney was a macaw.
Oh.

All macaws are parrots,

but not all fucking parrots
are macaws.

What are we gonna do about that?

Oh, we make her believe.
Together.

One of our goals here
is helping Esther acclimate

back into life
within the family unit.

Part of that is remembering
your shared history.

Moments you had, the fun things
you did together before.

Mr. Albright, what's a memory
that means a lot

to you and to Esther?

Oh, God, there are so many.

Um, there was Christmas
in Paris.

The summer in Tuscany.

- Yellowstone.
- Yeah, that's up there.

I was six.

We saw bears and a-- a chipmunk
stole my sandwich.

Oh, my God.
There were so many chipmunks.

What else, Esther? Be specific.

We stayed at Elk Ridge Ranch
and rode horses.

Mine was a pony named Nugget

and Daddy's horse
was called Stretch,

and this one time when Stretch
leaned down to eat grass,

Daddy fell right over his head
onto the ground.

He had dirt all over his face.
It was even in his teeth!

I can't believe
you're telling this story.

Oh, my God.
It was in your teeth for days.

In summary, Esther exhibits
a healthy outlook on life,

especially re-entering
into this family unit.

She is highly functioning,

emotionally well.

That is all.

There are people
coming over today

just to see you.

They're friends of ours
who knew Esther.

So enough with the glowering,
okay?

Esther is a lady.

Hmm.

I think I'm gonna
have to do some damage.

Okay.

Think we did good.

Everyone expects Esther
to be broken.

What they really want
is a happy ending.

We are gonna pretend

that pink
is your favorite color.

Ooh, velvet.

The secret is to give them
a story they want to believe.

This one is my favorite.

What's your favorite color?
Pink.

Very, very good.

Now, you say you can paint.
What else can you do?

I missed
my family very much.

It's lovely to be back.

And what are your plans
now, young lady?

What are my plans, Mummy?

Absolutely nothing.

I'm not letting you
out of my sight.

Aw.

So let me get
this straight...

you're 30?

Get out of my room now, please.

It's not your room.
It's my dead sister's room.

You're not her
and you never will be.

Is that perfectly clear?
Fuck off.

Watch your mouth, freak.

You know, I'm glad everything's
out in the open now,

'cause I'm done pretending
like you belong here.

You don't.

This is my house, my family,
it'll never be yours.

As long as you're
under this roof,

you and I will have
an understanding.

Here's what it is.

I fucking own you.

Do that again and I'll kill you
like I killed Esther.

One call from me,

and you're right back
in that gulag.

You'd go down, too.

Why, because of what
the illegal immigrant, fugitive,

mental patient said?

Good luck with that.

This is America.

People like me matter,

and if you're not Esther,

that just means
Esther's missing again.

Mom has a problem with that.

I don't.

See you later, freak.

You are gonna sleep
like a fucking baby tonight.

I made roast lamb
with rosemary and tapenade.

And I know Esther
doesn't like it,

so I made your favorite.

Aw, just like
the old days.

I'm really excited
about going

into the city tomorrow.

I'm gonna show the gallery
what I've been working on.

That sounds wonderful.

Well, it's all thanks
to you.
Oh.

I rediscovered the joy
I once felt doing what I love.

I feel like a kid again.
You want to come?

I would love to!

Oh, Esther and I
already have plans.

Oh.
What plans?

It's a surprise.

Okay, well,
another time then.

It's great
that you're painting again, Dad.

Well, yeah.

May I be excused?

Oh, don't forget your--

You can eat upstairs. It's okay.

Honey, hey,
what's wrong?

Dad, she's fine.

Just give her
some space. She's fine.

Yeah, she's probably tired
from all that piano playing.

Can I come in?
Mm-hmm.

Are you okay?
What happened down there?

I, uh, I don't really
like Mummy's cooking.

Well,
can you keep a secret?

I'm not crazy about it either.

Well, listen, um, nighttime's
my favorite time to paint.

You-- you want to come join me?

- Yes, I would love to.
- I'll see you downstairs.

This is a such a great space.
I'm glad you like it.

Every artist needs a space
to let their inner weirdo out.

We get to see beauty and passion

where others don't even know
to look.

I really like that.

So much paint.

Yeah,
I'm a messy painter.

Drives your mother crazy.

I think I'm-- I think
I'm done for the night.

Just turn the lights off.

Have a good night.

Looks like
you two had fun.

He's right, you are talented.

He is something, isn't he?

Are you so utterly delusional
to think that he would want you?

"Surprise,
I'm not your daughter,

I'm a mutant grifter."

He would be as repulsed by you
as I suspect most men are.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go upstairs
and fuck my husband.

He really is a new man
since you came back.

Thanks for that.

Hey, you.

I think Esther's really bummed
about not coming

to the gallery with me.

Listen, I love
that you and Esther

have painting in common.
I just--

I don't have anything
like that with her.

I was hoping that I could
spend the day with her

and maybe we could
find something to share.

Plus, it would be good
for you to be focused, right?

I mean, if Sal likes
what he sees,

then maybe you get a show
and get back out there.

Yeah, okay.
We're not hurting, are we?

No, no. Not at all.

You are a great painter.

People miss seeing your work.

Thank you.

Is that bacon?

It's heaven.

Good morning, Daddy. Crepe?

Yes, please.
Is there anything you can't do?

Mummy?

Oh, no, thanks.
I'm gonna make my usual--

Smoothie?

Greek yogurt, kale,
flax seeds, and lemon juice.

Just the way you like it.

Try it.

I'm not really
that hungry.

I'll-- I'll have it. Here.

No, this is special
just for mummy.

I made it for you.

Oh, sweetie,
that's so nice of you,

but I prefer to make my own.

Tricia, come on. Try it.

Good.

Mm, delicious.

Thank you.

Tricia, you okay?
I'm good.

Yeah?

I know you wanted
to come with me,

but I think it'll be really
good for you to spend the day

with your mom. I wanted
to show you something, though.

Here.

It's the one in the center.

Dean at Woodley
is a friend of mine.

Woodley is the best
art school in the country.

You're scary good, Esther.
Can I show it to 'em?

I would love it. Thank you.

Can you bring this up
to the platform?

I'm just gonna get
some coffees for Mom and Dad.

Mm-hmm.

All right,
I'll see you up there.

Jesus Christ!
Watch where you're going, kid!

- Does she belong to you?
- Yes, she does.

What happened?
Oh, nothing. It's fine.

- Esther tripped.
- Sorry, it took forever.

No, no! Knock 'em dead, okay?
Yeah.

Daddy, take me with you!

Oh, honey, I wish.
Next time.

You're gonna miss your train.
All right, see you later, honey.

Ciao.

Easy, Mom.

You think you can
fucking kill me?

Take this.

Tastes like fucking garbage.

Our arrangement is over.
You're fucking dead.

Hey!

Mom! Mom!

Fuck! Bitch!

Open the God damn door. Esther!

Sweetie, come on.

Don't you dare!

I'm sorry.
Was I driving too fast?

You must be Esther.

I need to go
to the hospital.

You're fine.

Feels like I'm being stabbed
a 1,000 fucking times.

- Officer Leahy.
- Oh, my God.

Can you just be quiet for,
like, two seconds?

- What?
- We've located Esther.

- You did?
- I'm bringing her home.

Oh.

Oh, and I've informed
Allen as well.

Okay, bye. Fuck!

You're okay. You're okay.

Thank you so much.

Oh, my goodness. Oh.

Thank you so much.

Esther's behavior has been
so erratic since she got back.

To be honest,
it's been really hard.

I mean, there's constant lying
and these outbursts of anger.

Sometimes she even jokes
about hurting herself

and I don't think
she's really joking.

You have her in therapy?
Yes, yes.

Look who's back.

Get up. We're doing this. Now.

Well, it's about goddamn time.

Fuck.

I am done with you.

Nothing is worth
having you in this house.

Your suicide
is gonna break Daddy's heart,

but he'll get over it.

Ugh.

Just die, you freak!

Where is she?

I-- I-- I didn't mean to.

Oh,
that's just brilliant.

It just happened.

Tricia.
Hi, honey.

The police just
called me.

Oh, I know. I'm-- I'm sorry.
It was my fault.

Esther wandered off
at the store,

and I just-- I panicked,

but I called Officer Leahy...
Mom.

...and they found her.

Oh, good.
Mom.

Well, I'm on the train.
What?

She's--
Hold on.

I'm-- I'm coming
back home.

I'll be...

Go downstairs
and finish it.

What?
Go downstairs and finish it.

Tricia,
are you still there?

Tricia, is everything okay?

Tricia, I-- I'm coming home now.

- What?
- I'm coming home.

What about your meeting
with Sal?

Forget about that.

No, sweetie. I swear.
Everything is fine.

Esther is here, all is well.

Look, I'm almost
at the station in town.

Okay, well, can you please
take a cab home?

Because I really have
my hands full here.

Ow, fuck it.

There you are.

Esther.

Come on out, Esther

or whatever the fuck
your name is.

You know, it doesn't
have to be like this.

Really, Gunnar?

I'm sure we could
figure something out.

You really believe that?

Honestly?

No.

Me neither.

Shit.

Gunnar?

No.

No!

What have you done?
What have you done?

You've taken everything.

Allen will never be yours,

but I can I promise you this,
he will know who you are.

The deformed freak
who manipulated our grief,

murdered my son,
and tried to kill me.

Until I did what had to be done.

Call the fire department!

Gunnar!

Gunnar!

Hold on, I'm coming!

Help!
Daddy, Mommy tried
to hurt me!

Allen! Please help!

- Allen!
- Don't let go!

I can't hold on
much longer.

I'm losing my grip!

- Daddy, help!
- Honey, hang on. Hang on!

I'm coming.

She is not Esther!
She is a grown woman!

She's lying!
What?

She tricked us!
Mummy's lying!

Give me your hand!
No, Daddy! Please help me!

Tricia!

What the fuck?
I did this for you. For us.

So we could be together.
Allen, I love you.

Who the fuck are you?
You're a monster!

Allen!

Fire took everything
from Esther.

Her home, her family.

The whole situation
is so tragic.

It's horrifying.

I know.

As if Esther hasn't been
through enough already.

Abducted and now an orphan
with no family to take her in?

What will happen now?

I've reached out
to a reputable adoption agency.

I'm confident we'll find a home

where Esther can get the support
and love she deserves.

After all,
who wouldn't want to adopt her?