All language subtitles for Slasher 3x06 - 9 P.M. to 12 A.M. (English)

- Here.
- Oh.

- Oops.
- Careful.

Careful.

- We're going in there?
- Yeah.

What, no red carpet
for the Solstice virgins?

Isn't that place condemned?

Well, where else are you gonna have
a lawless end of the world party?

Here.

How do you know where you're going?

Just following the noise.
It's a huge room. We'll find it.

I heard the cops seal it every year,

and they just break in again.

- Oh, what the fuck?
- It's okay.

Always people running around
just smashing shit.

This isn't the main room.
You'll love it. I promise.

Are we sure, guys?

We're partying it up while...

While a psycho killer's on the loose?

- Yeah.
- Well,

we're safer together. Okay?

I sure as hell wouldn't
want to be alone right now.

We're here. Come on.

Come on, it's in here.

See? Being here right now
is not the worst, right?

This is crazy!

Yo! Looks like we actually
have a reason to celebrate!

They caught the killer?

They took someone into custody.
My feed is going apeshit.

Who is it? Why'd they do it?

Why are they targeting
everyone in our building?

Um, hello, the nightmare's finally over,

and we're in the middle
of a lit party in town!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Dan.

Watch where you're going,
you piece of shit.

Dan, I heard what happened
to Cassidy and I'm so sorry.

- Save it.
- No, look, I... I just want

to offer my condolences.

I know we've had our troubles
over the years, but...

You really get off on this, don't you?

Believe it or not, I'm just
trying to be a good neighbor.

You want to be a good neighbor, huh?

Then mind your own fucking business!

Save some for me!

- You feeling it?
- Yeah.

- Want to dance for a bit?
- Sure.

I have to warn you, Mr. Olenski,

your daughter's face
has severe chemical burns.

Most people find it easier with photos.

I can cover up sections,

- for you, if you like...
- No.

No.

I want to see her.

I want to say goodbye to my baby.

Baby.

All right, time to fess up,
so we can all go home.

I did it.

We have the knife, the costume...

... and a DNA match
with the victim's blood.

You weren't very careful.

Once again... we've matched
the wounds and the blood

to the weapon in your possession.

We've also tracked
your social media activity.

I don't have any social media.

Deleting your account doesn't erase it.

We have a record of everything,

posts, comments, likes.

You thought that was all gone.

Jesus. I don't know who or what this is.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

What about these?

Oh. Ah, this is
the guy that got his head cut off.

This morning, with your axe.

Oh, yeah, saw it on the news.

I don't own an axe.

Now this...

This is top-notch.

Yeah. Wow, what do you think
happened to his mouth?

Oh!

Fuck... fuck off! Look at this!

What is this?
This isn't... this isn't real.

I want to know why you killed them.

Are you just dumping
every unsolved murder

in front of me to see what I'll do?

Because I can look at this shit all day.

They were all former
neighbors of Kit Jennings.

What happened?

No, I bet you're gonna tell me
what you think.

They saw you kill Kit.

A lot of people did.

And they didn't do shit.

- So you made sure they didn't talk.
- No.

No. You don't see how
chickenshit these normals are?

I have enough to put you away
for a very long time.

Great.

Maybe I'm insane.

Maybe I'll just sit in a hospital
all day and fuck nurses.

Hmm?

You're not crazy.

This was clearly premeditated.

If you cooperate...

we can talk to a judge...

to improve your chances
of surviving prison.

I told you...
I'm rolling in there with a rep.

Right.

You're famous.

You're gonna be a legend.

Well...

You know what makes
you famous inside jail?

Huh...

Being the one who kills...

a so-called legend.

Knock when you're ready to talk.

He's a piece of work.

Yeah, he's a piece of somethin'.

Get all the evidence we collected
from his apartment,

and two extra-large coffees.

Okay, tell me you didn't make
plans when we caught the guy.

- No, of course not.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

- Aw!
- What up?

Come on!

- It's not over, is it?
- No, happens every year.

Generator blows,
or someone trips over a wire.

I'm gonna go find an energy drink.
You want one?

Yeah, thanks.

You really think so?

Man, a hundred
percent the killers are dead.

I mean, what, you think
he just decides to skip town

when all the murders start? Please.

He's probably hiding
in a cave somewhere.

Or actually, no, no, no.

No, his wife's in on it too,
and she has an axe,

and she hides it under
the fucking turban she wears.

Hell, I mean like,

why do you think they came
here in the first place?

Probably to get away from
all the sketchy shit they're doing

over in Butt-fuck-istan.

Ah, la, la, la!

That's my family you're talking about!

You don't know anything about us,
you racist piece of shit!

Saadia, Saadia, it's okay. Take it easy.

You, get the fuck outta here!

I'm just saying what
everyone's thinking.

You okay?

That is not what everyone's
thinking, okay?

Saad.

Cassidy?

Watch me, Daddy.

Baby.

You crazy bitch.

Pick those up.

Hi, Mr. Olenski. I'm, uh,
Angel Lopez from down the hall.

Anyway, uh, I'm collecting
money, clothing, furniture,

or whatever you're willing to spare
for a new family of refugees

that just moved into our building.

Huh. You are, are you?

- Mm-hmm.
- What's this family's name?

The Jalalzais.

- Yeah, I'm not interested.
- Look... the family fled...

really horrifying conditions
in Afghanistan.

They arrived with almost no money.

If all of us in the building
band together,

we could help them get a solid start.

Band together, huh?

- Yeah.
- Who's banding together

to help me and my daughter?

Oh, uh... I'm sorry, Mr. Olenski.
I've clearly come at a bad time.

The answer is no one.

No one is helping...

a white man, and his white daughter...

or the white citizens of this country.

And you coloreds...

you coloreds, you come
here, and you take,

and you take, and you take...

You take our wives, you take
our mothers, you take our sons.

Okay, I've... I've heard
more than enough.

- And now you want to take my stuff.
- Uh, mm...

Someone should teach you shits a lesson.

Show you what it's
like to really suffer.

Shit.

Do not fuck with me today!

- This is so done being funny!
- I'm still laughing.

Yeah, sulfuric acid on the face

of the selfie slut,

dissecting the biology
teacher, I mean...

- the killer's a funny guy.
- You're gross.

You're not so brave without
your big bro around, are you?

I can do whatever
I want to you right now...

and no one would know.

I could even use my big axe.

They arrested the druid.

Oh, yeah?

What if I told you that...

they got the wrong guy?

You'll always be the wrong guy, Charlie.

Are you okay?

Charlie's a douchebag.

Just forget about him.

It's not just Charlie. It's...

I mean, a guy was murdered
a year ago today...

after leaving this same party...

and now people are...

they're dressing up like
the murderer, like it's fun.

But it's kind of fun, right?

I mean, like, when we
dress up as zombies,

you know, and ghouls and ghosts,

yeah, we're basically just
giving death a big fuck you.

Tonight feels like the same thing.

I guess.

People around here, they don't...

they don't know what death's like.

Not you. I know you and Jen...

you get it... but the idiots
in these costumes,

they don't understand
death like you and me.

What happened to you,
where you grew up?

I mean, if...
if you ever want to tell me...

you can.

I lived with my grandparents.

My parents, all of us.

The war drove us from our homes.

My aunts, uncles, cousins.

Everyone ended up there.

It was crowded, but... happy.

My grandfather also took in some rebels.

I don't think they were
with us even a week, but...

he took them in because, to him...

community included everyone...

and... you didn't say no
to someone who needed help.

Yeah.

Somehow, the military found out and...

they killed everyone.

I saw them die...

and then, they burned them...

tossed their bodies in a...

... in a fire and...

I couldn't do anything. I hid.

The smoke and smell
of my burning family all around me.

When my parents came home
with my brother,

they... they found me...

hiding, covered in blood and soot.

Jesus.

I'm cursed.

Even here. Everywhere I go,
I'm surrounded by death.

Know what? I... I don't believe that.

I don't. Curses are bullshit.

All that stuff that happens
to us randomly, it's...

it's just bad luck...

and bad timing.

It's the stuff we do...

the decisions that we make
in the face of all of that.

That's what really matters.

Who the hell doesn't have a smartphone
or a computer these days?

A nut job.

Or a killer covering his tracks.

He's got a burner phone.

No recent internet history.

Either this guy went
off the grid a year ago.

because he got spooked
after killing Kit...

Or he's been planning
these murders for a year.

Five murders in 15 hours.

No way he pulled that off accidentally.

And we're tearing around the city
just trying to catch up to him.

I mean, he was shocked
by the dissection photo.

Didn't feel like a put on.

Maybe he's trying to get in your head.

I mean, the guy's a freak.

He's clearly got problems with women.

Yeah. I mean, all the murders
with the women were involved,

complicated...

acid, dissection,
bloodletting upside down.

Exactly. The guy is quick,
blunt, violent,

so if he has issues with women...

maybe with you there,
he sees the bodies and he reacts.

But he had the bloody weapon...

and his costume
when I kicked the door in...

the knife from a year ago.

So why keep that and
toss everything else?

You need to check the dumpsters,
alleys, garbage cans

throughout the neighborhood.

We need anything that pins him
to these other murders.

I mean, he... he could've dumped
that stuff anywhere.

Okay, I don't care if
you gotta get up to your neck

in the local dump, Singh.

He left traces somewhere.

That's the job.

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck are you doing here?

You know I don't back down.

So what's your damage?
Why don't you just leave me alone?

Leave you alone?

What, is this your idea of fun, huh?

You're making up some bullshit story
to lure me down here?

- You're the one who told me to come here.
- The fuck I did!

Why would I want to be down
here with someone like you?

Just look.

You're fuckin' nuts, you know that?

Making up emails from me,
sending them to me?

I didn't send anything!
This is your idea!

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- What?

Yeah, no, I didn't send that.

- Bullshit!
- Why would I?

Look, I never mocked
what happened to Cassidy.

And how would I know, huh?

I don't know what
your little fucked up plan is.

Know what? You're
crazier than I thought.

Gimme a fuckin' break, huh?
Get outta there

before you break a fuckin' nail.

Argh! You fuckin' locked us in here!

No, Dan, and I didn't
send that fuckin' email!

And I didn't send
a fuckin' email, either!

Someone catfished us.

Why would anybody do this?

That's what I'm worried about.

You've got some fuckin' nerve, Dan!

That's no way to greet
a neighbor, now is it?

Another noise complaint.

That is two. Three and we get charged.

Well... if you dykes
could have a conversation

without breaking every
Goddamn dish in your place,

there wouldn't be a problem.

- You're such a...
- Why don't you keep

- your bigoted bullshit to yourself?
- And why don't you back up

your words with some actions, tough guy?

Come on.

Ha.

Ah, I thought so, ya
fuckin' pussy queer.

Angel... Angel, we need your help.

Dan is harassing us
and the landlord doesn't care,

so maybe if you started
a campaign or something.

Yeah, no.

No. I mean, Dan is definitely
a homophobic asshole,

but those noise complaints are valid.

I didn't get any sleep last night.

- Mom, let's just go.
- I... I thought of all the people

- who would have our backs...
- Oh, you mean like you had Kit's back

with that tweet of yours?

See, the funny thing
about actions, Justine,

is that they all have
consequences. Yeah?

So, the next time
you need somebody's help...

don't mock their dead friend.

Come on.

Argh!

I can't fuckin' believe this.

Yeah, well, you better believe it.

Someone tricked us.
Who the fuck would trick us?

The fuckin' druid, stupid!

No. No, no way. The... the police

caught someone a few hours ago.

For a queer, you have an awful
lot of faith in the cops.

Hey!

Is there anybody out there?
We're trapped in here!

Who knows this room exists?

How should I know?
Do I look like the fuckin' janitor?

- Who the fuck you calling?
- 9-1-1.

Fuck! My phone isn't working down here.

Oh, what a surprise.

This beast?

This beast will get a signal
in a whale's pussy.

This... this bad boy...

Shit!

You shut the fuck up, you hear me?

There's nothing funny
about this, all right?

Calm the hell down, okay?
That's not gonna help us get out.

Don't tell me what to do, all right?
Because I will happily

kick the shit out of you!

- To pee or not to pee?
- That is the question.

It's that way, through
the door, to the left.

Need me to come stand guard...

so, you know...

Just be careful, okay?
Holler for me if anything's up.

Hey.

Charlie.

Well, it's just the girl
I wanted to run into...

for a little alone time.

You know, you really need to learn
how to take a fuckin' joke.

I used to think you were so cool...

and you're so exotic,

so different...

from all the other girls at school.

But nope. Nope, no, no.

Turns out you're worse than
all of them combined.

I mean, you're even
more uptight than that

dumb fucking cunt, Jen.

Don't you call her that.

Okay, arguing with me
isn't gonna help your case.

But... you know what might?

An apology.

Please.

- Hey, don't...
- Don't touch me.

Now, that didn't sound
like an apology to me.

I'm very sorry, Charlie.

Yeah?

Now, did you mean that?

I know, deep down,
you're a really good guy.

Yeah.

Exactly.

So... I'm gonna head back
to the party now, okay?

Okay, Charlie?

So soon? What? You mean...
you don't want some of this?

All right.

Sure.

Go.

Fuckin' bitch.

What's wrong?

Can we go home now, please?

- Did something happen?
- Nothing. Nothing, really. I...

Uh, today's been totally insane,

and I'm wiped. Can we go home?

Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll text Jen.

She's just getting junk food.

Please tell me she got nachos.

Oh, and... and ice cream,
chocolate caramel swirl.

Oh, you mean like us.

Come on.

This is all your fault, you know that?

This is all your fault.

You couldn't just leave me alone, huh?

You know, if you didn't spend
all your time antagonizing me,

- I wouldn't fuckin'...
- I'm antagonizing you?

Yeah, yeah, you are,
flaunting your lifestyle in my face.

- My lifestyle. That's great.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,

it's a real fuckin' party
for you people every day, huh?

The sex, the drugs, the shitty music,

dancing in the streets
like fuckin' assholes.

It's called a pride parade,
you fuckin' moron.

- Oh, ho, ho.
- And it's for our rights. One measly day

out of the whole Goddamn year
to stand up for our rights.

I'm sorry, I was too busy
raising my kid.

Oh, and what a bang-up job
you did there, huh?

Fuck you.

Great.

- You know fuck all about my life.
- Oh, is that right, Angel?

Why don't you just shut the fuck up?

What are you gonna do, huh?

What the fuck you gonna do, huh, Mary?

What the fuck are you gonna do?

Are you gonna fuckin' hit me? Huh?

Is little Angel gonna get
upset and hit me?

I thought you saved all your
rough stuff for the bedroom

for your dead boyfriend,
that fuckin' piece of shit.

Shut the fuck up!

How could you? That's my fuckin' fault?

Your kid fuckin' hates your guts
and that's my fuckin' fault?

You got a raw deal in life, huh,
and that's my fuckin' fault?

Huh, Dan?

You motherfuckin' asshole.

Welcome to my little fuckin' life!

Don't kill me.

Get out.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Dan.

Dan? Dan!

Dan!

Shit.

Dan...

The guys are on the garbage.

- Figured it'd be better if I helped you.
- Probably right.

I'm trying to find some pattern.

I mean, Kit and Noel were messy.
No visible footprints,

no cleanup at the crime scene,
out in the public.

I mean, even the knife
was textbook crime of passion.

The rest of the murders
were methodical. Unintended.

Showy, demonstrative.

A decapitated head as a hood ornament,
acid to the face, dissection.

Death by espresso machine.

They were all done with purpose.

They were a message to someone.

Decapitation could be
directed at Frank's wife.

Coffee shop attacked
his girlfriend, Amy.

More cruelty to women,
even if it is killing men.

- Or it's jealousy.
- Then Cassidy?

Was that a message to Dan Olenski?

And Kaili was single, no family,

so her death was a message to...

her students?

Someone's jealous
of their friend's grades...

and then it all falls apart.

- Fuck it.
- Huh?

Wyatt's not giving us any answers.

Noel... is the only one
who didn't live in the building.

Grab a stack of his mug shots.

Someone saw this guy.
Someone there knows.

Okay, okay, so they ran out
of chocolate caramel swirl,

so I got chocolate, butterscotch,

gummy worms and
chocolate chips to put inside.

You're sure you're not a stoner?

I just live with one. Connor
keeps the store in business.

Oh, man.

Our building looks haunted.

- Guess it kind of is.
- Ugh. You sound like Amber.

Who would haunt an apartment
with fucking pink walls

and tropical wallpaper?

I thought they caught the druid.

They probably still have to, like...

you know, guard the rooms
of all the people

- that were murdered for evidence.
- Hmm.

Living in a crime scene.

For some reason, having that cop here
makes me feel less safe.

I should probably run
and check on Amber.

And then there were two.

- Yeah.
- And a ton of ice cream.

Uh, we could go hang out in my room.

Um... well, but...

- Family stuff?
- Yeah.

I get it.

We can hit up my apartment.

Dope.

- Fuck...
- No, no, no! Don't, don't, don't!

- Ah, fuck!
- Get the fuck off me!

Get up!

Fuck! Goddamn fuck!