All language subtitles for Dirt s01e13 Ita Missa Est.eng

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I'm Don Konkey.

I'm Don Konkey.
I'm... Don Konkey.

- Leave me alone.
- You know what you have to do.

Don.

No, goddamn it!

You know you have to kill Lucy.

Too much is happening!
Too much is happening!

- You have to kill her to save her.
- It's all coming undone.

They still haven't caught
Lucy's stalker.

Do you know anyone with
any kind of mental illness?

- Paranoia? Schizophrenia?
- No. No one springs to mind.

Stop looking at me.

Johnny Gage is telling the public that

he gave the sex tape
of him and Julia to Lucy

in exchange for
favorable coverage in Drrrt.

...may come back
to bite her on the ass.

The only other person
who has ever even seen this tape

is Lucy Spiller at DirtNow.

Julia going public about
Johnny Gage raping her

only to find out that
she was using the tape

- to get her stalled career going.
- Just keep this story on the inside.

And... you can own me.

- I don't mind being owned.
- Oh, poor, poor Julia.

This is a great cover.

- Willa dumped Barrow...
- I can't do this anymore.

...no matter how hard he tried
to encourage her to come back.

Did I do something wrong?

- You know you have to kill Lucy.
- Can you just tell me why?

Please?

Don, I can't take it.

I need to hear from you.

If I've done something to hurt you,
we can talk about it,

but you have to call me back.

I have a lot of people out ther
looking for you. Please--

Donald, you have been given a sacred
task. Don't turn you back on God.

Why are you doing this to me?
She's my friend.

- Kill her Donny.
- Tristan!

Ivane eam, Don,
et desine eius dolorem.

Ita missa est.

Ita missa est.

- The mass is over?
- That's right, Donald.

The mass is over.

It is time.

So every second
of my private life on camera,

and we can't find a frame of this jerk?

Someone knew enough
to cut the power in the right place,

- take out the cameras.
- That's reassuring.

Have you heard
from your friend Don yet?

It's not Don.

He's schizophrenic.

And he's the perfect stalking machine.

The surveillance, the photography,
all the methodologies--

Okay, so find out.

Just find him first.

He's never disappeared
for this long before.

If I have to choose between this asshole
who's stalking me and Don,

- I say find Don.
- Your car is here.

Oh, great.
As if my life isn't absurd enough,

now I have to go
to a fake fashion show.

Look, America is shitting itself for
the Best New Model finale.

Get me a photo of
America shitting itself,

and I'll put that on the cover.

Bet if I chopped off one of their heads,
you'd put it on the cover.

I just might.

Maybe I should pitch the cover
to Tina Harrod.

I'm sure it's just the kind of pap
Tina's magazine would gobble up.

Of course, they only have two-thirds
the circulation of DirtNow.

But I wasn't talking about her magazine.

I heard she's taking over yours.

Call 911!

Terry, pull the cover.

She's not breathing!

Synchro : ITA-SA & YST

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Dirt - Season 01 Episode 13
"Ita Missa Est"

Easy there, Don.

- That's a close call, buddy.
- Sorry.

No, it's cool.

What are you doing in my car?
You're not even real.

You really feel qualified
to make that judgment, Don?

Are you?

Please, just tell me who sent you here.

Who sent me?
You don't know?

You've been chosen.

You don't have a choice.
This one's not about free will.

Schopenhauer's got nothing to
do with this shit, Don.

This is His will.

That's right.

With fear and trembling,
find your salvation.

You're gonna do it, right, buddy?

You're gonna kill this bitch, right?

Okay, let's go with the family angle
and do a box on the anorexia.

Family's gone radio silent.
All no comment.

Really? Oh, my God, somebody said no?
Well, let's all go home.

What other photos do you have?

I have all the publicity crap,
a few candids, and some frame grabs.

Okay, you need to get more.
Let's get a shooter inside the funeral.

- What about Don Konkey?
- Don Konkey is my contact.

I'll deal with Don Konkey.

Track the autopsy.

She was anorexic.
I mean, her liver probably--

Probably?

Until you can show me your doctorate,

maybe you should just flash your tits
to the coroner and find out for sure.

Lucy.

I just heard from
my source at Vanity Fair.

Holt McLaren is
giving them an exclusive.

Son of a bitch.

- Excuse me.
- Hi.

- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Yeah, sure.

Wanna go in my office?

That's... no.

No, I wanted to--

I wanted to ask you if you know

what the temperature is around
here for me with Lucy.

I've been in the doghouse
for a while, and I just--

I thought you were wondering about--
Nah, never mind.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

Well, actually, you and I had
a pretty clear arrangement.

I mean, since you're on the editorial
side of things and I'm the publisher,

we agreed not to talk shop.

Right.

Right. No, I'm--
You're absolutely right.

I crossed the line.

But I'm willing to make a trade.

Okay, I think.

I'll tell you about Lucy.
You tell me about us.

- What about us?
- You tell me. About us.

Tonight, for example.

You first.

I wouldn't worry about what
Lucy Spiller's thinking about you.

Her numbers are
down four weeks in a row.

She's got much bigger
things to worry about than you.

Like Tina Harrod.

Your turn.

I'm 23.

You're not.

All right, there are literally a million
40-year-old women in Los Angeles

who would gladly
go out with you. So just...

grow up, Brent.

Holt, come on.
How many times can I say I'm sorry?

I'm done.

Baby...

Holt, please.
Come on.

Come here, baby.
Look, it's me.

- It's me.
- Yeah, and who the hell is that?

Is that the Julia that
was so terrified to go

into public because
the tape was out there?

Or the Julia who released the tape
to amp up her own career?

Okay, look, I'm sorry.

Okay? I don't know. I don't know
any of the answers, if I ever did.

You sat right here

in this bed and looked in
my eyes as we destroyed that tape.

And you kept a secret copy, Julia?
A goddamned secret!

So what? So what? So you could
give your career a jump-start!

- Have you ever been so scared?
- Scared of what?

Everything.

I mean, so much so that you lose
your way and you do things

that even while you--
you don't know yourself, so you

close your eyes, and you cut a deal
with a part of yourself

that you didn't even know existed.

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

Stay the hell away from me.

Do you understand me?

- Do you understand me?
- No!

Stay the hell away from me.

You need somebody to talk to,
why don't you call Johnny Gage?

Gah, I mean, there's even a secret blog
of disgruntled Lucy Spiller employees.

Password protected.

Yeah, it's D-B-A-G,
if you're interested.

Yeah, it would be pretty

bad if any of that shit got leaked.

Rumor has it that Gibson
is in talks with Tina Harrod.

Okay.

Just get it done.

I gotta go.

Don.

Thank God you're here.

Sorry, Lucy.

You're sorry?
Honey, I'm so glad to see you.

- Mass is over.
- What? What mass?

Don... you're really freaking me out.

No! No, I won't!

No, no! No, I won't!

They want me to
kill my best friend, but--

Go to hell!

Don!

Hey. Kira!

They want me to kill my best friend.

They want me to kill her, but I
wouldn't do it. I won't do it.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's going to be all right.

Let's get back into your car,

drive to her office.

Okay? But on the way,
maybe we'll stop at Panda Express

and get some of those egg rolls

that you love so much.

And then slit the bitch's throat.

I missed you.

No.

Don.

Don, we never do what I want to do.

Don! Don!

Don, you're gonna die out there
if you don't go back and kill her.

I know.

Don!

My friend called me
as soon as it went up.

Goddamn bloggers.

- I'm sure it's all bullshit.
- Where's Brent Barrow?

Lucy!

- This isn't exactly--
- Shut up, Brent.

Hi, sweetie!

Tina.

Oh, do you two, um--
Do you two know each other?

Yeah, we do.

Yeah, we were stringers together
at the Post when we got out of college.

What are you doing here?

- Uh, well, we were just--
- We were--

Is it "Bring a jackal to work" day?

Thank God, Lucy.
You haven't changed.

Tina and I were on
the MPA panel together

for the national magazine conference.

Yes. Would you please put
those big guns down

and give a girl a hug?

Okay, that's great.

Oh, my God, look at you.

Brent, how do you not jump this girl's
bones every day of the week?

I mean, you are just gorgeous.

So they didn't renew your
contract at Celebrity Suck-up?

Oh, honey, I set my sights
way higher thanDirtNow.

And yet here you are.

- Yeah, well--
- Did they offer you my job? Yes or no.

Even if they did, I wouldn't take it.

Hon, I just had another baby.

I'd like to have a lighter schedule,

I'd like to have something
that gets me home by 6.

Oh, please. You'd sell
that little newborn

for a shot at my desk
and we both know it.

Well, you know what?
If she doesn't stop

crying through the night,
I may just take you up on that.

Come on, walk me around.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Mm-hmm. Bye.

I love this place.
Look at the energy in here.

Excuse me, Tina?

- I don't know if you remember me.
- Terry!

Are you kidding?
You were my favorite intern ever.

Oh, you know, Lisa told me--

- Yeah.
- You are!

- How far along?
- You're pregnant?

Yeah. I told you
I was gonna need maternity.

- Oh, that's right.
- You know what?

Take longer than you think you need.

- So good to see you.
- Me too.

- Oh, congratulations.
- Thank you.

Sweetheart.

She's a gem.
I think you'd better hold on to her.

- I will.
- All right, sweetie.

I know that you're real busy, so--
See ya later.

Um, Lucy.

So, my contact at the coroner's office
wouldn't leak a copy of the autopsy,

but I got the highlights.

Which are?

She had enough Dexfenfluramine in

her system to put
Weight Watchers out of business.

Oh, wow. So a model on
an illegal weight-loss drug? Shocking.

Find out who gave it to her.
Maybe that's a story.

- This is your last chance. Friday.
- Okay, no bullshit.

Is Gibson floating
my job out to Tina Harrod?

Jesus Christ, Lucy, what is it
gonna take to get you to knock?

Blow me.

- Deal.
- Yeah, right.

Save it for the next intern.

Look, your job is
not in jeopardy, okay?

Yes, your numbers are down, and the
whole Johnny Gage thing doesn't help.

But, like I said, Tina and I are--

On the full of shit committee, I got it.

My God, why do I bother?

You're not gonna listen to
a word I say, anyway.

- All right.
- Hey, don't forget our deal.

Brent, you would have a better shot
at getting struck by lightning twice

while holding a winning lottery ticket.

Hi. What's up?

Thanks to the Lojack you had
installed for your friend's walkabouts,

- we have the car.
- What about Don?

Just the car.

It's at the edge of
Joshua Tree near 29 Palms.

What are they doing to find him?

It's a very big place.

It's too windy to track his footprints.

- Helicopter.
- The park service chopper is

- busy with another rescue.
- What are you saying, Gareth?

I'm not exactly in
the search and rescue--

I don't give a shit what your
exact job description is,

and I don't care what you think of him.

Don Konkey is my friend.

Find me a goddamn helicopter.

I'm here to set the record straight.

Yes, I did release the video
of me and Johnny Gage on the Internet.

And all I can say is

I wasn't thinking clearly.

But the facts of what happened
that night haven't changed.

Johnny Gage did rape me.

And in my fear and confusion,

I thought I could turn a horrible
trauma into something positive and

I know now how
wrong that was,

and I'm here to apologize.

Julia, last time you were here,
you talked about the shame you felt

at having been raped.

Yes, I did, and I still feel that way.

Not so ashamed that it stopped
you from figuring out how to profit

- from the experience.
- No, I--

I wasn't trying to
profit from it. I was

trying to take control back.

When you're a victim
of a crime like rape,

there is a sense of
helplessness and loss--

So you blatantly lied to your fans,

to the people who
told you their accounts,

to people who trusted you and derived
strength and hope from your story?

I couldn't control the transgression,

so at least I wanted
to control the release.

That's what Grandma Ruth back
in Lubbock used to call a $2.00 lie.

It doesn't make any sense.

No matter what you call it,
it's still a lie, right?

I'm just afraid I'm never
gonna see him alive again.

Of course you are.

I never tell him what a
good friend he is to me.

He really is my friend.

No, no, no, I can't!

You can't just say I'm a messenger

and then, you know, if I--

They can do what they want,
you daft bastard.

Who are they?

The forces. The ones who control you.

No, I'm sick.

You're sick. I'm sick.
We're all sick.

The forces that
told you to kill her,

they're gonna make you
kill yourself, now.

You don't have to die, Don.

Donnie.

Please, Donnie.
Can we kill Lucy?

And then we can go back
to our place and make love.

It's been too long.

I can't, Kira.

But then you'll die.

The dead slut has a point.

Don't waste your breath on them.

Can't you see he's knackered?

Here's a bit of science for you,
Donnie, on your way out.

The forces...

The forces that want you to kill
yourself, that want you to kill her,

they're you.

The phone calls are coming
from inside the house, mate.

All you need to do now, mate,

is drag this kindly old blade
across your cowardly old throat

then peace.

It's the only way.
I can't kill Lucy.

Well, hurry up.
It's freezing, hey, will ya?

Isn't it, Kira? Ping ping.

Tristan?

- Hello?
- He's alive.

He's in the hospital in Palm Desert.

The chopper you hired
found him in the park.

He's dehydrated
and a little confused, but

he'll be fine.

Okay, great. I'll--

I'll get in my car--

He's being airlifted to Cedars
first thing in the morning.

Get some rest.

He's okay.

Thank you.

- Yes?
- Hi, it's Tina.

Did I wake you?

No Tina. I'm not sleeping.

Um, honey, listen. Do you rember
that Jay Kim from the Times?

Well, he called and he
wants me to comment

on this rumor that's going around

that I'm going to be
taking over at DirtNow.

I can't wait to hear what you said.

Well, I said I love the magazine,
but that, you know,

severed heads and sex issues,
uh, it's just not my wheelhouse.

I leave the dirt up to
my old friend, Lucy.

Your old friend?

Yeah, you know what?
Can we just please--

clear the air and just get rid of all
these bullshit rumors and just--

you know, let's just have lunch.

Can we have lunch tomorrow at the Ivy?

The Ivy?

That's a nice
scene-setter for the Times.

You want to have lunch,
let's do it at my office.

- 1:00 tomorrow.
- Great.

I'll pick it up.

- No, I'll have it catered.
- Okay.

Fantastic.

Oh, remember, I only like veggies.

I don't eat anything with a face.

Since when?

I'm really excited. Okay, good.
I can't wait to see that famous vault.

Okay. Bye.

Good-bye, Lucy.

Hi, Don.

Lucy?

You're all right.

Yes.

Yes, sweetie, I'm right here.

I'm right here.
The doctor says you're gonna be fine.

I didn't kill you.

No, baby, you didn't kill me.

Honey, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

So glad you're all right.

Lucy?

Do you need something?

What?

I'm gonna start--
start taking my monthly

injections so I'm never
off my meds ever again.

That's great news, Don.

And, um...

I'm gonna sign over my medical
power of attorney to you.

Why don't we talk about that
when you're feeling better?

I can't trust myself when
I'm really, really sick.

I trust you.

Promise me you'll do
whatever you have to do,

even if that means
putting me somewhere.

Don, no one is ever
gonna put you anywhere.

Promise me.

I promise you.

Thank you, Lucy.

You get some rest.

Yeah, you, um--

Call me if you need me, right?

Of course.

"...I'm so sorry that
I wasn't there for you."

And I said, "So did you have a nice
little funeral in the backyard?"

And she goes, "Mom, it's a pigeon.
I threw it in the trash."

- She reminds me so much of you.
- Get her a good therapist.

I already have.

I'm telling you, Lucy, you've gotta get
a kid. You would be such a good mom.

Well, that's a whole new twist
on sucking your fingers.

You know, you can play that tough
girl all you want, but I know you.

I also know you, so let's put away
these little baby pictures

and tell me what the hell
were you doing in Brent's office?

Oh, God.

Lucy, honey,

if I was actually vying for your job,
do you think that I would just walk

into the offices of DirtNow and have
a meeting with your publisher?

Well, I don't know, Tina.
Would you?

Wow, you really just don't
trust anybody, do you?

You do have to trust somebody, sweetie.

This is no way to live.
You don't have to be alone.

Who says I'm alone?

Okay, I don't know.
Great!

Who is he?

- Or, you know, or who is she?
- Oh, God.

What?

What happened between you
and I was a one-time thing.

Yeah, okay.
It was actually four.

But who's counting?

Please, come on. Who's the hero?
Let me know. Do I know him?

- No comment.
- Really?

Is he famous?

Married?

Married and famous?

All right, doesn't matter.
I don't care.

I don't care.
I'm just glad that you're happy.

- And I'm really glad that we did this.
- I am, too. This is nice.

Honey, I'm serious. I don't want
any more bad blood between us.

I really don't.

Not until the music stops and
you make a run for my chair.

Honey, life is not a battle.

You have got to stop
looking for the enemy.

You're gonna get what you ask for.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, cause when I was eight,
I asked for a pony.

Sorry.

But I'll tell you this:

- you got a really big heart.
- Thank you.

And I wish you'd let it
show a little bit more.

I really do, and I'm telling you,
I promise, I am not--

I'm not after your job.

Well, I'll believe it when I see it.

Well, I'd put it in writing if
I thought that'd make a difference.

But, I know that that won't, so...

Thank you for lunch.

You can't just go to Vanity Fair.
It doesn't work like that.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Lucy, it's a profile.

- There's no scandal attached to it.
- Okay, well, let me do your profile.

- On the cover?
- Yeah.

Life after Julia.
Your new found fame.

Your childhood. I, uh--

Our readers want more than
just nanny blowjob stories.

Well, why don't you talk to Steven,
my publicity now, all right?

Wait.

- Are you having hurt feelings?
- Why would I be having hurt feelings?

Because maybe you thought
I wanted to see you for another reason?

Well, did you?

Did you?

I actually did call
just for the article.

Your publicist won't talk to DirtNow.

So you didn't call me,
you had me meet you?

Nice try, Lucy.

It's okay, you know?

- What?
- That you want me.

You think the whole world revolves
around you and your glorious cock.

You're such a goddamn narcissist.

Yeah? And what does that make you?
A narcissist lover?

- Do you think I love you, Holt?
- Well, do you?

I might have, um...

- I think I might have fallen--
- God damn it, you were followed.

Oh, shit.

Put your seatbelt on.

What the hellare you doing?

Given both our situations,
we're a story.

- Yeah? How do you figure?
- I'd run it.

We're gonna start with
the Fincher premiere.

You're gonna get
really cozy and personal.

- What?
- Your cover story. I'm multitasking.

Shit.

Oh, God.

My God, that guy
really wants the shot.

Whoa, holy shit, Lucy!
It's not like they have guns!

Yeah, it's worse.
He has cameras.

It's okay. Hold on.

Okay. Get out.

- What?
- I'll call you later.

How am I supposed to
get back to my car?

You're a movie star with your
very own cell phone. Figure it out.

Come here.

- What?
- We have your stalker.

- Where?
- Your house.

Oh, my God. Okay, arrest him
and get him out of there.

It's more complicated.
You need to get over here.

Why? Who is it?

Gareth?

Shit.

Okay, tell me who it is.

I'm sorry, Lucy.

Don't tell me that it's Don, because--

I can't take it.

It's not him.

We found the images he
sent you on his computer.

Leo?

It was me, Lucy.

Don't arrest him,
but just get him away from me.

Lucy.

What on Earth could you
possibly have to say to me?

After what happened with
Jack Dawson, I was so hurt,

and so angry,

and I couldn't get you to see what
you were doing to people. To me.

To yourself.

I wanted you to feel the same terror
and helplessness as your victims.

My victims?

- Oh, Jesus, Leo.
- I'm sorry, Lucy.

- It went too far.
- You think?

You think maybe it went
just a little too far?

You think maybe you were just projecting
a little bit of your anger about Dad?

Or at your pathetic family?

Or at your own life?
At your sexual indecision?

Or your endless quest for God or peace?

You're a goddamn idiot.

You terrorized the one person
who loves you unconditionally

because you're uncomfortable
with her career.

Way to go.

Before I walked out,

I was standing on a chair

in my living room with a noose

around my neck.

I was ready, Lucy.

I was gonna be just like him.

No note,

no explanation.

No real attachments.
So the best--

that I could do was to try to reach
out to my sister to try to put a dent

in her perfect little system
of justification and denial.

I was trying to reach you
because I love you,

and I can't just sit by

and watch you slip away
like he did. I'm sorry,

Lucy.

- Lucy.
- What?

I did it for you.

The pharmacist has you on speed dial.

Well, when you're a celebrity, all
kinds of whack jobs get your number.

Oh, I'll say.

But I got his phone records, and
you and this whack job go way back.

42 phone calls from
November 12th to the 20th,

the longest being 35 minutes. And--

then there is the question of the
credit cards to pay for the drugs.

You got your story.
What do you need me for?

I wouldn't want to be
responsible for taking down

- your dazzlingly mediocre show.
- Is that right?

Could be.

And what does Lucy
get out of the deal?

Lucy gets nothing.

Willa, however, takes this little tidbit
and puts it in her own personal vault,

and owns you

and your first of many favors to come is
exclusive access to Lexus Falk family--

- I don't know if I can deliver that.
- You can and you will.

Any gossip in the fashion world,

any supermodel bullshit,
any anything comes to me.

Your mother must be proud.

Yours, too, what with
the drug deaths, and all.

Lucy, we have the family
on the model story.

I thought it was a shut-out.

I guess we got lucky.

Nice work, McPherson.
Lock it up.

Honey, I promise.
I'm leaving in five minutes.

- Tina, it's Lucy.
- Oh, hi.

I thought you were
my other half.

What's up?

I see you signed your contract.

That's right.
Tina is off the market.

But hey, I gotta tell you,
that rumor really--

Nicely played.

I just wanted to wish you well.

Aw, right back at ya, sweetie.
Hey, listen, let's keep in touch, okay?

Why don't you come over
for dinner, see the baby?

Again with the baby?

I'd like that.

Okay, great. All right, honey,
I've gotta run, though, okay?

- You take care of yourself.
- You, too.

- Bye.
- Okay, bye-bye.

I'm so sorry about that.

Do you want something to drink?
Like a water or soda?

- You can't have wine, right?
- Um, right.

All right, well, let's get one
thing straight. You're my hero.

You really are, and I mean that.

What you have been through
since Kira's death, I--

I just can't imagine.

Um, you said on the phone you
might be able to do an article?

Yeah. You mean, to repair the
damage of the sex tape? All that?

You're just trying to
keep your career afloat.

That Lucy Spiller, she had no right.

No right.

Come on! You know what? You just got
caught in Lucy's celebrity dollhouse.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Your boyfriend was her source.
None of this press is your fault,

so please, just know that.
You really have to know that.

Her source?

Holt?

- Oh, I know.
- No, I know him.

He would never be a source.

Okay.
Well, you know what, I really, uh--

I really did not want
to have to show you this.

But I think it's better that you see
it now, you know, from me, than, um--

He was-- he was more than her source.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

You ready?

You know it's intense out there.

All right.

Lumina, Lucy Spiller.

Tell my brother that I'm
putting his shit in the driveway,

and if it's not gone by morning,

I'm giving it to the gardeners.

Hi, Lucy.

Julia, what are you doing here?

You ruined my life.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking about
that article you wrote.

It was actually pretty good.

But I have some cuts.

- Hello?
- Don...

I need you to get
to my house right away.

Don't call 911

until after you get the pictures.

Okay.

Lucy?

It's okay, Lucy.
Help is on its way.

You're going to be okay.

I didn't do this! It was the forces.
I didn't do this!

I didn't do this!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

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