All language subtitles for Zombie2021

What happened to you?

What do you mean?Your face.

Oh, nothing. Just a little accident.

Is your nose broken?

Could be.

Sorry to surprise you at work.

Mm-hmm

What is that?

Oh, that. We get organic

garlic from a local farmer. That's how

they deliver it. Apparently it

lasts longer if the air can get in, but

no light. Otherwise it sprouts.

Or rots.

Don't be.

Who is that?

Are you dating someone already?We broke

up, what, six, seven days ago?So when did

we get to the part where you say why

you're here?Why haven't you been

responding to my texts?Did you text me?

Fuck you. Okay, I came to get my

apartment key fob. What apartment key fob?

Don't fuck with me. The key to my

apartment, the one I gave you?I don't

have a key to your apartment. What?Did

you lose it or something?I never had a

key to your apartment. What the fuckOf

course you did. I paid like $25 to get it

for you. Ohh We talked about it, but you

never actually got around to getting me

one. You lying fuckI thought that was a

bad sign. Like you didn't trust me.

Listen, you prick. You and I both know

that you've had a key to my apartment for

months. And no, you've got it backwards.

You're the one who never got me a key to

your apartment, even though you kept

saying you would. I bet the key is in

your pocket, on the ring, with all your

own keys. I don't think so. Then

show me. Show you what?The key I don't

have?Yeah, show me all your keys. I know

you keep them all in the same ring. Look,

I don't have to show you anything, uh,

Adele. And believe it or not, I don't

have your key. If you don't have it,

uh, Curtis, then you shouldn't have a

problem showing me your keys to prove it,

right?

Curtis, who the fuck is that?

Oh, her?Yeah, her. The one you keep

exchanging secret glances with.

Look, I'm really uncomfortable with this

whole situation, and I'd like to leave as

soon as possible. What's stopping you?

My key, Curtis. I want it. Unless you're

hiding something, just show me your keys

and that'll be the end of it.

Oops.

Did you take it off already?Nope. Where

is it?Never had it.

Leaving already?Want a bite of this

before you go?

Having my locks changed, Curtis. Knock

yourself out.

And you?I would call you a

bitch to your face. But the word

is too good for you.

Damn right it is.

What you got there, girl?

Let's just leave that dirty old rope.

Leave it?Come on, let's go.

Good girl. You're a good girl.

So there were a bunch of them chasing me.

And some dogs too, I think. And

my pants got caught on a thorny bush or

something. And I panicked and I struggled

to get away before they caught up with

me. And I kept pulling

and pulling and my pants ripped.

Wait, I've got that same pair of pants

right over here. I'll show you what I

mean.

See, look. It's this rip right here.

It didn't used to be there.

Yeah, I see there's a rip in your pants.

What did they look like, these?Uh,

zombies.

I couldn't really see them. It was

dark and they all had flashlights pointed

right at me. And I was running away as

fast as I could, of course. Sounds like a

nightmare. Doesn't it?

But I know it was real. Because

I have these pants.

Would you excuse me for a minute?I

have to run to the powder room.

Okay.

Come on, dude. Crap on your own time.

Hi. Who are

you?

Where's Dr. Blodgett?

Where's Dr. Blodgett?

Hello, little girl?

Are you still there?

Well, that took a minute.

HuhIt took you long enough. I started to

wonder if you were coming back.

Ah So you

felt it as abandonment?That's

important. It would be good to talk

about the kind of situations that make

you feel abandoned.

No. If you wish.

Only if you're comfortable with it.

Or another time.

Um, I was in the middle of telling you

about my horrifying experience being

chased by zombie-like creatures through

the forest.

Oh, right. Let's go back to that,

that nightmare. Not a

nightmare. Look at these pants.

that nightmare-ish

experience when your pants got ripped.

Ah You're mocking me.

Mirroring. I'm mirroring

you. It's a common technique we

therapists use.

What are you drinking, anyway?

What, this?This

is iced tea.

Why do you seem drunk?

Do I?We can

talk about why you feel that way too, of

course.

You sound like such a...

Such a...

Therapist.

Who was that little girl?

What girl?The

girl who was in the room while you were

gone to the bathroom.

I don't know what you saw. There's

nobody here but me.

Look at your notebook. She scribbled on

it while you were gone. My what?The

paper thing down there. Look down. She

scribbled on it while you were out. Uh

I'm looking at it. There are no stray

marks on it. Uh, can I see?

See my notes?Yeah, see the paper she

wrote on. These are my

encounter notes. It's not

considered good practice to share them.

With me?With anyone.

It would be unprofessional and unethical.

Impossible.

What was that sock-like thing she was

playing with?

Sock thing?Yeah,

brown stretchy thing. Look down on the

floor.

This, if you must know,

is a compression stocking. They

help reduce the risk of blood clots in

the lower legs, since I sit so much for

my practice.

Actually, I should be wearing them now.

What's going on, Adele?

What do you mean, what's going on?My

beverage, the mystery girl, the

encounter notes, the stocking.

Are you trying to avoid talking about

yourself today?If so, I

want to challenge you a little bit about

that.

Um, I was talking about me

until you walked away and left me waiting

for fucking ever.

I'm going to say something, uh,

Adele. And you may

not feel good to hear it. Right now,

your anxiety and anger

are presenting as hostility.

toward me. That's called

transference. I'm sorry to

drop psychiatric jargon.

It can be beneficial and productive for

people like you in a

therapeutic setting like this

to transfer their feelings about other

people in situations onto their

therapist. That's normal,

healthy,It's a sign that you're moving

forward. With continued work, I think

we can make progress on these

feelings that you struggle with, like

anxiety and anger.

Ah, that'll be the plumber.

I'll just go let him in and get him

started. There's a leak I've been waiting

too long to fix in the kitchen. Yeah,

hold on. I'll be right back.

Well, Joe, come on down this way. Right,

right

Yeah, number 305. Thanks.

Yeah, sorry, sorry I took so long to

call. I'm in the middle of a session, so

we'll have some time to keep it down and

be over with in just a minute or two.

Come on up. Excellent, thanks.

Scumbags.

You want?No, it'll just make me paranoid.

I don't think we can blame your paranoia

on the weed. In your case, a hit

or two might make you less paranoid. You

see me high. It's not pretty.

Speaking of paranoid... Uh oh.

Do you think it's possible that Curtis

and my therapist could know each other?

What makes you say that?I think I saw

them together on the sidewalk outside my

apartment. Is that

likely?Do they know each other?

That's what I'm asking. I'm pretty sure

it was them. Standing,

talking like they knew each other.

Talking about you, of course.

And Curtis had this, like, white gauzy

thing over his face. And you know, when I

saw him at the pizza place, he had all

these bruises. Wait, so

he had this big gauzy thing over his

face, so you couldn't really see his

face, but you're pretty sure it was him?

Well, yeah. What was he wearing?Mmm,

I don't remember. But I'm pretty sure I

could recognize him at a distance. I did

go out with the guy for six months, you

know. If you say

so. And the

therapist, does he even live around here?

No idea.

Well, have you met him like in person,

face to face?No, he only does a tele

whatever.

Telehealth. Yeah, telehealth. Yeah.

So did you go up to them and did you say,

hi, why the fuck are you lurking in my

neighborhood?Well, I wanted to, but

they were all the way on the other end of

the block and by the time I got close

enough. They had already gone their

separate ways. Therapist got in his car

and drove away. Poof

They disappear. Does that hurt?

A little. What kind of car?

I don't remember, just a car. I think it

was silver.

You're obviously a mess.

And you're not ready to see the humor in

all this. What's not funny is

that my therapist is an asshole

And it pisses me off that Curtis is

already seeing someone.

What do you care about that assholeLet

him shit on someone else for a change.

You're better off, right?I'm

freaked out. Curtis is only a tiny part

of it. I keep having these bizarre

dreams that feel like real experiences.

And sometimes I have these real

experiences that feel like bizarre

dreams. And whenever I try to tell

someone about it, they act like I'm

making it up. Or like I'm crazy.

I love bizarre dreams.

Tell me. Okay.

Which one do you want?Ancient pit in the

forest. Uh, the pit?

Definitely. Okay. Promise not to laugh?

Okay. So I had a

dream, although, please...

Don't think I'm crazy. It

feels like it maybe actually happened.

I was abducted or kidnapped or

something and first thing I remember

was I was so cold

and I was in a smelly place and

my hands and my feet were all tied up

and it was totally dark and I don't know.

I was blindfolded, or it was just too

dark to see, or I was blind, but

I... I just sat there,

wondering if anyone would ever find me,

thinking I could just die there alone in

the dark. Yeah, that could happen.

You mean it?

You're kidding. Kate, no, tell the story.

Take a fucking joke, okay?You're so

hypersensitive. No, maybe I'm just-- No,

no Stay. Please. Sit, stay, talk.

Ugh, please, I have to beg you. Please.

Then I hear the sound of footsteps up

above me, and

there are these flashes of light, and I

get a glimpse of where I am. I'm in like

a a stone pit.

Like Like an ancient well or something.

And then

these weird people,

or not really people, more like

zombies or something. Maybe two, or I

don't know, maybe more of them. They're

standing above me, and they're shining

lights in my eyes. I can barely see

anything, but I see that they have

these

weird,

blurry faces.

And they just stood there looking

at me and they didn't say anything and...

What is that?Oh,

that?Uh, thanks for inviting me. That's

for you. But what is it?

Uh, it's organic garlic. There's a couple

cloves in there for you.

But that sack, it's...

Uh, it's to keep it from sprouting.

or rotting.

Where did you get it?

Um, I got it from uh,

the the farmers market.

Yeah. No, they sell them by the the full

bag and there's too much in there for me

to use so I thought maybe you could use

some.

What are you doing?This is trippy

stuff. I gotta get it down. Get it

down?Take notes?

The stuff you were saying about the...

The zombies and the

pits?It's fucking brilliant!

I think I can use it. What do you mean

use it?You

might not be able to see it because

you're too close to it, but...

you've really got something here. There's

the bones of a great... horror

screenplay.

What?Yeah, if I could like,

if I could like build this into a

full story with a beginning, middle, and

end, I think I could sell it

for a change.

Fads come and go, but zombie

horror is a genre

unto its own. It's got

this built-in,

fanatic cult following.

How do you not know that?I mean,

if you get a star on board, zombie whore

goes mainstream, baby.

I mean, the stuff you're saying about the

bondage kidnapping, that's kind of

cliche, actually. But the

pit?The pit?

Primal. Yeah. Primal.

Go, go, go, go, go, go! Don't, don't

stop. You can't stop the flow. Oh my God,

can you just listen to me?I I'm

listening. I'm listening. I can type and

listen at the same time.

Michelle.

Michelle. What?What

I came over because I needed to... So

were you gagged?

Duct tape, I think, or something. Duct

tape, yeah.

Okay, so how did you get there?Do you

remember that part?Did you,

did the zombies abduct you or did you

just end up in the pit?It just, it feels

like I'm trying to tell you about a

traumatic experience I had and you're

just sitting there cobbling together your

next film pitch. Cobbling?

Yeah, cobbling. Cobbling?Yeah. Who says

that?Cobbling. Cobbling.

All right, fine. I'll stop cobbling.

You have my undivided attention. Okay,

where was I?The pit.

Okay, yeah, so...

These weird, zombie-like creatures,

four, maybe five of them are

standing, looking down into this pit,

and they're shining bright lights into my

face. I can barely see anything, but I

see that they have theseWeird,

smeary faces with no features.

And they're just standing there, looking

down at me, and they're not saying

anything, and

and they're breathing. I

remember I could see it's breath.

And I was so cold.

And at first I thought there might be

someone who could help me, so I tried to

yell. But nothing comes out.

Then one of them reaches toward me with

this big, gross hand.

And it just gets closer and

closer and closer.

And then I don't know. I don't know

what happens after that.

What do you think?

Hello. HelloPlease let me in.

Hey, can you guys help me?I'm in a jam. I

got locked out of my apartment. Someone

attacked me.

What's she

tripping

on?

Hello?Hey, Mom. Are

you busy?

Hello?Adele?

Yeah, Mom, that's me.

Sweetie, it's very noisy. I can barely

hear you. Mom, I I need to

talk to you. Someone broke into my

apartment.

Honey, I'm just having a hard time

hearing you. Can you just eat what you

just said?I'm sorry.

I'm not walking. I had to

get out of my apartment.

No, wait. No,

not there. What can they pull on the

bottle?Yeah, no. Try the other... Good.

Yeah. All you want. Sorry,

honey. It's a little crazy here at the

moment. By the way,Did Buster eat

something funny while she was visiting?

She was growing up. Do

you have people over?What?

Do you have people over?Visitors?

Oh my, yeah. Joey and Emma, the kids are

here. Just sitting down to eat and

way past the kids' bedtime. If

you were going to have a family

gathering, why didn't you let me know?

What's that?

If you were going to have family over,

why didn't you let me know so I could

come too?Oh, honey,

I know you always work on Wednesday

night. Aren't you at work now?

I didn't go in. I wasn't feeling very

well. Someone broke in my apartment.

What's that?I can't hear you.

I didn't go in today. Sweetie, if I'd

known you were at work, of course, I

would have loved for you to come to

dinner. Come over now. Honey! Honey,

put that down, honey! It's Saints red!

Joey! Elba!

Look at Tommy! No, honey, it's okay.

Joey! It's okay. Could you just pop it up?

Don't worry. Joey! Elba!

I need you here!Tommy! Tommy,

don't go over here, Buster!

Spin Buster!

Why did you do that?Joey, hold Buster

before she trashes stuff all over the

house.

Freddie, go over here, Tommy.

Ohh You're a bad fool.

Not a bad boy, you've had an accident.

Freddie, I better stop. Emma!

Come on, we need you in here.

Come on.

Hello. Hi, Dr. Blodgett.

This is Henry Blodgett. Who's calling?

This is Adele. Adele Hammersmith.

Oh, yes. Uh, Adele. Well, how are

you?I'm okay.

Not okay, actually. No, I'm sorry

to hear that. Did you want to set up

an appointment?You can always do that by

e-mail, of course. By the way, before I

forget, I'm not sure I've mentioned this

before, but it's not exactly

correct to address me as doctor. How

are you not a doctor?

I'm not a doctor, per se.

I'm a licensed clinical therapist.

I have a master's degree. Uh,

yeah, okay, whatever. I

called to say I'm quitting. Quitting what?

Quitting therapy.

Oh. I see.

Of course you are free to do as you wish,

but I'd like to discuss your decision

with you.

Adele, I'm having a hard time hearing

you. Are you in a noisy location?

Yes, I am. I see.

Do you suppose you could move somewhere

quieter just while we're talking?

No, that's not possible right now. Okay,

fair enough. I

feel like I'm hearing anger in your

voice. Are you feeling angry about

something?Would you like to talk with me

about that?No, I would not like to

talk with you about it. I'd call to say

I'm quitting. Like I

say, of course you're free to

discontinue your sessions at any time.

I just want to discuss with you the

possibilities that you're making a

decision you may later regret while

you're in a distressed frame of mind. I

suggest, uh, recommend,

that you find a way to talk about the

things that are causing you distress.

Whether that's with me or another

therapist. Well, I am in

distress, as you say, but you're not

helping. Okay,

let's talk about the distress. Describe

that for me. No, I don't want to

discuss it with you. I called to say I'm

quitting, remember?Yes, of

course I remember you saying that.

You sound very upset right now. Is

everything all right?Someone broke into

my apartment and tried to choke me.

That's awful. When?

Four days ago. No, five.

How traumatic, I'm sure.

Did you report it to the police?And the

worst part is, you know who broke in and

tried to choke me?Curtis. You know my ex?

I'm pretty sure it was him.

Curtis broke over to you?You're asking?We

spent an entire session talking about it.

I broke up with him. Are

you sure we talked about it?

Did we?Do you remember?

Please calm down, Adele.

I don't have my session notes at my

fingertips right now. I wasn't expecting

your call. Anyway, you

say you think Curtis broke in and tried

to choke you, and you say you did call

the police?I waited in the hall for two

hours for the building manager to show up

with keys. I was wearing these huge,

ridiculous plaid pajama pants I stole

from Curtis, and a sweatshirt turned

inside out. I stole that from Curtis,

too, come to think of it. The building

manager looked at me like I was alunatic.

Did the intruder attack you in the hall?

No, in my bed. I was I was asleep.

Uncle Shu. Were you in your bedroom or

the hall?I'm trying to piece it together.

I got locked out in the hall.

Someone broke into your apartment, choked

you, and locked you out in the hall?

No, not like that.

Curtis, whoever it was, I think it was

Curtis, entered my apartment, came

into my bedroom, jumped on top of me, and

started choking me. That's when I woke

up. At first, I thought I was dreaming,

but I really couldn't breathe. His hands

were so tight around my neck, I I

couldn't pull them off, and I really

thought I was gonna die. Then I

remember the self-defense move I learned

in college where you thrust your palm

into someone's face, break their nose.

So I did that, and it must have hurt like

hell because he ran out of the room.

He ran away?Yeah, he was bleeding from

the nose.

Oh, so you saw his face.

Did you get a good look at him?No, he was

wearing like a mask-like thing. But you

say his nose was cleaning. Well, it

wasn't like a mask mask. It was more like

like a stocking or something. So

his features were smushed, but it really

looks like Curtis. Ah, I see.

Yeah, you see?What do you see?

So did the police come right away?

I got locked out of my apartment. What?

When?Are you still

talking about that night?The night of the

attack?I chased the guy out into the hall

and when I got into the hall, the door

shut behind me and I got locked out. You

weren't trying to catch the guy, were you?

The intruder?After he just attacked you?

I wasn't trying to touch him as much as

just he if I could recognize him. You

know, to check if it was really Curtis, I

guess.

Incredible. Did you get another look at

him in the hall?No, he was already gone.

So you called the building manager, then

the police. Or did you call the police

first?I didn't have my phone. I was

locked out of my apartment.

Then how did you call the buildingmanager?

There's a security phone in the lobby. Huh

There's a button on the panel that you

can push, and then it calls the building

manager, but they didn't answer right

away. I had to keep calling.

I see.

Do you hear a clicking sound on the line?

So the building manager came and let you

back into your apartment, and then you

called the police. I looked. There were

no signs of forced entry. Does

Curtis have a key to your apartment?I

asked him to give it back. He said he

didn't have it. So you changed the locks?

I can't change the locks. It's a fob key.

A fob key?

And how about you?Are you hurt?Do you

have any cuts or bruises or anything?

The neck's sore, but nothing shows up on

the skin.

Did you go to a doctor?

It was a good move to call the police

so they could check out your story.

Although it sounds like they didn't find

any evidence. Are you

accusing me of lying?I'm not

accusing you of anything, Adele. I'm just

going by what you told me. Do you

think I'm delusional?

Uh, Adele, what makes you think that I

think that you think that I think

you're delusional?I'm more

concerned that you may thinkthat you

think you're delusional. Do you want to

schedule a visit and talk about this?No,

I don't want to schedule a visit. I

called to say I'm not coming anymore.

Again, you're free to do whatever you

want. I only discourage you from

serially breaking off relationships

without understanding why,

especially while you're under stress.

Having you as a therapist is causing me

stress. I

know, I'm very concerned about your

tendency to become hostile andaggressive.

hey, do-- do I know you?I

doubt it.

Haven't we met before?

Hey, I need to finish this and get

through the car wash, okay?Not a good

time to talk.

Hey, I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but

you look familiar. Weren't you at the

pizza place when I... When

you... Uh, when I came to get my

keys from Curtis?Curtis?Who's

Curtis?Oh, sorry, I must

be mistaken. You look a lot like, um..

I look a lot like somebody?Who is it I

look a lot like?This girl or

woman I saw when I was...

You're not dating Curtis?

This other girl, what did she look like?

Uh, kind of like you. You mean black.

She was... So,

I guess you're saying that all us black

people look like to you. No, no,

no, no, of course I didn't mean that. I

just, I didn't get a good look at her,

this other person.

What was it?This bitch is too good

for you other person?

So it was you. Gotcha. Oh

my God, now I'm embarrassed. It was a

stupid thing to say. No worries, I took

it as a backhanded compliment. I was

super pissed at Curtis that day,

obviously. Obviously.

So... are we done here?

Curtis is...

I shouldn't run down your boyfriend to

your face. Boyfriend?

Curtis?That wouldn't happen. The guy's

cute and all, but he's a liar and a

narcissist. I'm kind of relieved to hear

you say that. You're the one who went out

with him, so you go for creepy, cute guys?

He's such a good liar. He's such a good

liar, it it just, it took me a while to

realize he's a narcissist. And he is

cute. Right?The day you came

into the restaurant, my shift just ended.

I was just hanging out with Curtis for a

little while to get off my feet. Oh, so

you worked there. Hell yeah. I wouldn't

eat that shit if it weren't free. I

thought you guys were seeing each other.

Pissed me off that he was seeing someone

already. Nah, we're just friends, Curtis

and me. But I feel ya. It hurts

getting dumped, even by an apple. Uh, no,

I dumped him. Not

what I heard. He said that?

Not him, his real new girlfriend.

So he does have a new girlfriend?

Yep. Well, what's her

name?Didn't catch that. Well,

what does she look like?I'm a white

chick. But like blonde, redhead,

brown hair... Couldn't tell ya.

They all look the same to me.

He's dangerous, you know, Curtis.

Dangerous?I don't know about that.

You know what he says about you, right?

Know what?He says

you're a psycho...

Go ahead and say it. Hey. Give it

time. It hurts for a little while when

they move on and find somebody hotter.

That is not what happens. Okay, girl,

whatever you say, I'm sure you've got

your version. But hey, I gotta

get back to it.

Yeah, sorry to hold you up. I guess I'm

done. I'm a dog, by the way.

I know that. And you are?Most people call

me Sasha, but you can call me Bitch is

too good for you. Sorry about that. Don't

be. And I'll call you psycho--

Psycho, bitchHave a nice

life.

The zombies disperse toward the forest

from which they came. From behind her

blazing wall of fire, the hero watches

them recede. The flickering beams of the

zombies' flashlights grow tiny, then are

swallowed up and extinguished in the

absolute dark of the night.

What do you think?

It's good, I guess.

But where the hell did that flamethrower

come from?Did it just materialize under

hand?I don't know where.

OK, so you believe the zombies,

but you can't believe a flamethrower. The

zombies really happened. That's her

story, and she's sticking to it.

Should we get going?Yeah.

What?Too much?Maybe a little.

I can give you a ride home. Oh, no, I'm

not going home. But I'll walk with you to

your car.

ohh Hey, uh, do you mind just, I don't

know, terribly, uh, maybe chewing a

little quieter?Just,

yeah, that's fine, do your thing.

It's getting late, we should probably

head back. Hunting at night's illegal in

these parts. Fuck everything you love is

illegal.

Mm. I'm just quite over to you. You're a

motherfucking walrus. What the fuck's

wrong with you?Do you have a fucking

exercise?So yeah, I have a strict Bikram

yoga routine. Yeah, you better tell

Bikram that shit ain't working. No,

sorry, it's not. I'm not getting winded.

It's just that it's a potpourri of

awfulness in here. There's just a lot of

smells. It smells like death, whatever

you're eating. This. This is my friend

is New Jersey's finest Italian cesiche.

This is the best fucking meat in the

world. I can't get enough of this shit

I've been eating it all fucking day. You

know what?No, I'm good. I'm good, yeah.

Does it smell like that in Jersey?Oh,

yeah. Hey, I got a question for you.

Yeah. This whole two-minute attempt

thing. Yeah. You do this often?You like

it?I mean, I I could get used to this shit

I mean, I'm just saying, you know.

I mean, I guess.

Ohh

I'm good, I'm good. That's both

ends. Yep, I need some air. Whoa, whoa,

whoa, where you going over here?We're

having a good time. Yeah, I'm gonna do a

lap. See if I can scare some deer back

this way. Oh yeah, that's a good idea.

I'll wait here. If I see him, I'll

fucking whack him. Okay. Yeah, I'll bet

you I'll get whacked by diarrhea

first. Ohh

I'm going to get myself into it. Invite

the new neighbor, she says. He seems

nice, she says. OK, you can do this.

Ow, ow, ow. Thorns. Thorns.

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK

Circular breathing.

That's how a man breathes. Here we go.

All right, honey. I'll show you how manly

I can be.

Polly.

Polly.

Polly, please tell me that was you.

Polly.

Oh, fuck

Polly.

Polly.

Hey, Polly, did you hear this?What

in the Sam Hill happened here?

Polly.

This is

it. You

got this. You got this.