All language subtitles for What We Do in the Shadows S06E06 Laszlos Father 720p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-FLUX

One, two, three, four
pillows on couch.

What are they doing
now? What did I miss?

- Hey!
- Get out of the way.

Nothing. They are not home yet.

We recently discovered,
besides our neighbors

Sean and Charmaine on
that side of the house,

we also have neighbors
on this side.

Can you imagine? More neighbors.

It was a stroke of blind luck we
discovered we even had a window

on this side of the house.

This side of the house.

Dear Guide, every
time I call you,

I lose my nerves like a
chicken for the slaughter.

I was... Oh.

Oh, shit.

We have a window.
It's a It's a house.

Hey. Ooh. Oh, sh

And now we are using that
window to spy on the neighbors.

Why are they not home yet?

Have you guys seen
my phone anywhere?

Not now, Guillermo. We are
spying on the neighbors.

- Why?
- Look.

They're home. They're
home. They're home.

What's this shit? When did
old bald guy grow hair?

What?

They're not even wearing the same
clothes they left in this morning.

- Are they in disguise?
- And somehow looking 30 years younger.

So yeah, the house next door
is very obviously an Airbnb.

I guess I never taught them what...
No, you know what? I did. I did.

They probably weren't listening.

Oh, no.

That house belongs
to shape-shifters.

- Fuck.
- You're kidding me, right?

Shape-shifters are
extremely freaky.

They're awful, abhorrent creatures
that use the most ancient of sorcery

to transform into whatever
murderous, all-powerful shape

their wicked hearts desire.

And now they have
infiltrated our street.

I have had horrible experiences
with shape-shifters in the past.

I was once in a relationship
with a woman for four years

who then transformed
into a possum.

I stayed with her for six more
months, but then I just had to end it.

This is a fucking nightmare.

It's just an Airbnb.
Shut up, Guillermo.

♪ Don't sing if you
want to live long ♪

♪ They have no use
for your song ♪

♪ You're dead, you're
dead, you're dead ♪

♪ You're dead and
out of this world ♪

♪ Now your hope and
compassion is gone ♪

♪ You've sold out your
dream to the world ♪

♪ Stay dead, stay
dead, stay dead ♪

♪ You're dead and
out of this world ♪

Recently, I've been beset

by the most strange
and eerie feeling.

A chill down my spine.

A weight on my shoulders.

The most ethereal sounds
coming from absolutely nowhere.

Like that. Did you hear that?

Actually, that was
just me breaking wind.

But these macabre
sounds are very similar.

My wife Nadja thinks
they might be ghosts,

but I'm not so sure.

- Oh, shit!
- Shit. Did the summoning work?

So it did.

Ah. Aha!

Hello, my son. It's me, Papa.

Fuck off.

Laszlo. Laszlo!

- Oh - No fucking way.

I see the grumpy fellow
hasn't changed a lick.

Well, what a lovely
sight you are.

- Oh.
- Roderick Cravensworth.

Is it really you?
Laszlo's father?

Well, if the tit fits the cup.

- Definitely family, then.
- Yes.

And you must be his
ethnic mistress.

Yes, that is how it started. But I
am actually now very much his wife.

We have been married for
many hundreds of years.

How much I have missed.

What a divine pleasure it is
to make your acquaintance.

Oh [chuckles] Oh.

- Um, trying to get the kerchief.
- This is a perennial ghost issue.

So I have to ask,

- what's your unfinished business?
- Yes.

Well, my tiny lady, I'm here to repair my
long-troubled relationship with Laszlo.

Yes, he may be a vampire and I a spirit,
but we will always be, above all else,

father and son.

- Aw - Yes, we love that.

So sweet.

- Oh. Hello.
- Oh, yes.

What are these contraptions?

Oh, uh, these are camera
machines. They take your portrait.

Ah, yes, you have
to keep very still.

Um

Anyone else notice the
ghost, or is it just me?

- Come on, Laszlo. Just introduce him.
- All right.

Attention, everybody.

May I introduce you to a man
who has gone by many names.

- The Whispering Swordsman.
- Mmm.

Scurrilous Bob. The Barkham Bone
Digger. The Marquess of Manchester.

- Nice. Huh.
- The Black Finger.

- And lastly, my
father - Nice.

Lord Roderick Cravensworth.

- You forgot one sobriquet.
- Oh?

The Night Dog of Tresco.
But that was most of them.

I'm delighted to meet all of
my beloved son's roommates.

Although I did think perhaps he
would have had his own place by now,

but what do I know?

Let me ask you, sir. How did you
get all those dope nicknames?

The finest man I ever knew bestowed
most of those monikers upon me.

That is, soon after he saved
my life in deepest Sumatra.

Oh, wow. And what was his name?

I can't remember. I think
it was Glen or something.

- Glen.
- And who might this,

uh, taciturn fellow be?

Get up.

This, Father, is my
greatest creation to date.

I call him
Cravensworth's Monster.

Now, as you can see, I've created a
man by reanimating dead human flesh.

Surpassing any of your own
scientific experiments.

No, I tried it,
but it didn't work.

I just ended up with a dead body
with lots of bits stuck together.

I didn't reanimate it.

I sewed the body bits together,
but I didn't do the reanimation.

So, well done. Yes.

Although, not the most comely of fellows.
Perhaps he takes after his creator.

Hey.

- Very good.
- I would love a tour

of Château de Cravensworth.

Really? Well, it's a pity that
because we're very busy right now.

Actually, Night Dog of Tresco,

I would love to show you
around our humble abode.

Fantástico. Lead on, squire.

- Out here is what we call the foyer.
- Very good.

- What a fun guy.
- So charming.

- Love him.
- What? He's not fun.

- He's pretty fun.
- You've been beguiled

by his wicked charms.

The only reason he has come back
here is to make amends with you.

Why don't you give him a chance?

My darling, that man
is never to be trusted.

Never.

His silver tongue is as
sharp as the ivory paddle

that he used to bring down
across my bare backside.

He would spank me in
front of the polo horses.

He'd give them a right show.

My bare backside out in
the wind for all to see.

How everyone would laugh

as that paddle would come down
hard across my bare backside.

"Arms out, head
forward, be a good boy."

It would come down again.

Again and again and again.

Are you okay?

Forgive me. I'm
not quite myself.

Uh, I thought you quite
liked being spanked.

Oh, yeah.

I used to keep these in my
room, but I ran out of space,

so I had to move 'em up here.

You'll see why in a second.

- Ta-da.
- What an impressive collection

- of detailed maquettes.
- Really?

Most people don't give a flying F
to the moon about my Funko army.

No, I think they're enchanting.

And who is this
bewitching bonita?

Oh, well, you have
really good taste.

That is Lizzo. And it's a rare one
because she's holding the flute.

This one's also Lizzo.

This one she's holding her purse,
but this one she's holding the flute.

Geez, I'm sorry. I'm-I'm
probably boring you to death...

No, no. Please, please.

I could listen to you extemporize on
these plastic things for hours, my boy.

Get your ghost hand
off him, Father.

Enough of the soft-shoe.

Reveal your game or
suffer the consequences.

Now, now. Calm
down, my bubbly boy.

Yeah?

What's that in your hands?

- What? This?
- Yes.

It's a spirit catcher
of my own invention.

From the last time we
had a ghost infestation.

Yeah. It also coincided with
me showing him Ghostbusters II,

and a week later, he "came
up" with that device.

It was a parallel thought.

Well, I for one am
fascinated by it.

Do tell me about this divine
device, my cherubic Fibonacci.

Well, it is quite interesting.

- It's a atomic vacuum modified by myself.
- Atomic?

- I added the blunderbuss.
- Blunderbuss?

Yep. And as you can see,

I've housed everything into
a large carriage clock.

- That is stupendous.
- Isn't it just?

And, uh, I used this
from one of Nadja's old

- Mmm. Yes.
- Dresses.

You can get fucked.

I'm onto you. You only flatter
when you want something.

Well, you got five seconds before
I suck you to kingdom come.

The last time I heard that was on my
penultimate visit to the cunny pot.

Cunny pot.

I didn't even hear it,
but I know it was funny.

It was really
funny. It's good.

Ah. Fleet of foot.
Yes. His usual trick.

Show yourself, you bastard.

Look at these two.
Cooking dinner.

- Please, as if.
- Bullshit.

What are these shape-shifting
sons of bitches planning?

Um, Airbnb shouldn't even be that hard
of a concept to wrap your head around.

Will you shut the
fuck up, Guillermo?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Nandor, I'll say it.

We need to capture and
destroy the shape-shifters.

Yes, I'm in full
agreement, Nadja.

So maybe I just go over there, and I
kill and mince them with my bare hands.

Fuck. That's really good.

Mmm.

I think you should give your
dad another chance, Laszlo.

I mean, he's really nice.

And he knows a hell of a
lot about the spice trade.

With all due respect,
Colin Robinson,

you haven't got a fucking clue
who the shit you're fucking with.

Look, we're getting closer.
And closer. He's in here.

Show yourself, Padre.
Meet thy maker.

Leslie, please wait.

I know I haven't been the best father,
but I felt this pull to return.

To be the father
you've always needed.

And to learn about this incredible,
modern vampire life you lead.

You expect me to
believe that shoeshine?

No. I think he means it.

I think he's really interested
in learning about our lives.

- Yes.
- Besides,

it's been really nice having an
older male figure in the house.

Yeah, it has.

I sure wish I had one
when I was growing up.

What? You fucking
did. It was me.

I raised you from a
baby, Colin Robinson.

You keep saying that and
people are gonna think you're

My son.

You may well choose to
use that apparatus on me,

but know that I care about you
deeply, my rotten little soldier.

And I would give anything
for a second chance.

Oh

Please don't cry, Father.

- Please, don't cry.
- All right, then.

All right, I'll give
you a second chance.

But if you fuck up,
I will suck you dry.

As the maître d' of the Hellfire Club
said to me whilst getting my peacoat.

You are literally the
funniest man ever.

- I like him.
- All right.

So, Mr. Cravensworth asked
us to show him our New York,

and I get to choose
where we go first.

Times Square M&M
store, here we come.

Wait, Laszlo.

You're not just going out
into the world unattended.

I presume a gentleman of your station
has a manservant of some kind.

I do have a manservant.

I just choose not to let
him stay in the house.

Ah.

If you'll excuse me.
I shall be a moment.

My grandma's also a ghost.

- Hey, knock first.
- I need you to come with me,

pretend to be my manservant
and do not ask me why.

It's okay if you're trying
to impress your dad's ghost.

- Well, I'm not.
- You know,

I would wanna
impress my dad too.

Hypothetically. He left when I was
three, so I never got to meet him.

Right. Okay. That makes you
the luckiest man in the world.

Come on, Gizmo. Uh

- Now!
- Coming.

Give me a minute.

Are you sure you don't need
me to look under the hood?

No, I don't need
anything. I'm fine.

Fuck!

I'm gonna go give him a
hand and sort this out.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

You're very lucky to serve a
man as wonderful as my son.

- Hmm.
- If you're anything like my butler Cecil,

you'll know how to
anticipate his every need.

And I do mean his every need.

The G-spot. The erotic zone.

Oh. No, sorry.

It's not like that
with your son and I.

Cecil worked my
whirligigs like a maypole.

He was something of a
psychosexual chess master.

Could we talk about
something else, maybe?

Have you ever kissed a ghost?

Now it's go time.

Lancer to Rawhide,
do you read me? Over.

Rawhide to Lancer, I can
read you loud and clear.

Why, hello, my sweet gooseberry
jam. How much for a go-round?

- Ahem.
- Miss Nadja, my sincerest apologies.

I briefly mistook you
for a lady of the night.

You thought I was a little
fucking whore, did you?

- Yes.
- You charmer.

Cut the cross talk,
Rawhide. Stay on mission!

That's lively. Get a rag,
Colin Robinson. Get a rag!

Okay.

Rawhide, make your way
through the side gate.

Be very quiet.

If they sense you coming,

they'll rip you apart before
you can even bare your fangs.

But you got this.

You will soon see a mat.

On it is written "welcome."

Counts as an invitation.

It would be easier to hide
if you stopped talking.

Okay. That's smart.

- I'll stop talking.
- Shut up!

She's in.

Now she must hide and
catch them unawares.

Look at them! The
shape-shifters.

They don't suspect a thing.

They're too busy playing with
the combat training blocks.

Oh, shit!

Shit, they've heard
her! They've heard her!

She's fucked!

Rawhide, shape-shifter
one has picked up a knife.

He's approaching you!

He could shape-shift
at any moment!

Can you hear me? Over.
Don't engage alone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Rawhide, do you need backup?

Can you hear me?

Rawhide! Do you copy? Over.

Ha! You beauty.

Bravo, my mechanical maestros.

I fixed it.

It was the exhaust manifold. I
just had to get in there a little.

It wasn't the fucking exhaust manifold.
It was the spark ignition, and I fixed it.

Trust me. I fixed it
all on my own, Daddy.

I meant, uh

Um, I meant to say, uh,

Mr. Cravensworth.

Fuck's sake!

Rawhide,

the shape-shifters
took out the jalopy.

I've got your back, Rawhide!

Shit. Fuck. Sorry, Nate.

They're shifting! Fuck this!

Rawhide!

Oh, good. She made it out.

I thought I was fucking dead.

What's this? They got Nate?

- Yes, Nate got got.
- Oh, no.

- Wait. Wait a minute.
- What?

I was not watching you the entire
time that you were over there.

How do I know that
you are actually you

and haven't been replaced
by a shape-shifter?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Great.
- The truth is,

Sir Colin of Robinson, that
I never knew my own father.

Yeah, me neither.

It's a terrible thing and
leaves a man ill-equipped

when it comes to his
own turn at parenthood.

Oh, I-I think you're
the coolest guy ever.

Well, you know, you're not
half bad yourself, young man.

Do you think

Nah, it's kind of stupid.

No, please. Tell me.

I was going to ask if I
could maybe give you a hug.

I don't know that you'll be able to
feel these translucent arms of mine

but I think we should
have a go, don't you?

All right.

I don't know. Maybe I have
been too harsh on my father.

After all, he is showing
kindness to Colin Robinson.

A Herculean task if
ever there was one.

You're fucking kidding.

Remind me again, Nadja.

If that is in fact
who you really are.

What is my favorite film?

I don't fucking know!

Captive did not know that
the captor's favorite film

is The Incredible
Burt Wonderstone.

Enough of this!

Just because I ignore all of
the bullshit that you say,

does not prove that
I am a shape-shifter.

If anything, it
proves that it is me!

Someone who doesn't care
about anything you say!

Now, will you just untie me?

Okay, fine. You are
not a shape-shifter.

Okay? I apologize.

I can admit when I'm wrong.

Done.

Sorry. I just was a little
paranoid, that's all.

It is odd, though.

I myself was away from you for a
while while I was in the house.

So?

Admit it. You are just a snaky,
tricky little shape-shifting bitch.

Ha!

- Yeah, he is.
- We must not let them tear us apart

like this.

Oh, shit.

Nadja, Nandor! The lady from next
door is here to see you guys.

The shape-shifters are here.

The shape-shifters are
here! What are we gonna do?

Pull yourself together!

- Thank you.
- Yes, thank you.

- I feel much better now.
- Please come down!

I've been here 15 years and no one
by that description comes to mind.

- Really? Not those two?
- Who?

My guests said they
were in the house.

They also said that an
old-timey car exploded.

Your guests? Hmm.

Perhaps she is their leader.

No, she is the host of
the Airbnb and owner of...

Silence, Guillermo.

My guests also said you were
spying on them. With a telescope?

Listen here, shifty.

We are onto your little games.

What you have
going on over there

violates all of
the laws of nature.

Okay, fine. Technically, the unit
isn't zoned for an Airbnb, okay?

I'm just trying to make some passive
income. Is that such a crime?

What the fuck is
she talking about?

- Guillermo, what is passive income?
- Yes. And what is "Airppp?"

Yeah, that's what's going on.

We figured out that that
was an illegal unit.

Shit. Okay, listen, can we
just keep this between us?

Maybe we can work out
some kind of deal.

Great Britain. Yes,
the British Empire.

We've plundered the world, but
our museums are fucking great.

What are you doing
down here, Father?

Just having a bit of chitchat
with your curious creation.

Right.

Well, not easy for
me to say this,

but I know you have paternal affection
for me, and that affection is reciprocal,

though not often displayed due to a fear
that it might not be returned in kind.

Very well put, my boy.

But what I'd like to
do is begin a more

free-flowing communication
between the two of us.

That would gladden my
heart, my bonny lad.

- Hug Daddy.
- What are you...

- Hug Daddy.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Explain to me why the Book of Souls is
open on my workbench right behind you

and on that particular spell.

Yes, I thought as much.

I know exactly what you're doing
and the answer is a big fat no.

I forbid you to use my monster as
your vessel on this earthly plane.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Really? As soon as
my back's turned,

you'd be up that bastard like
a frankfurter sausage in a bun.

- Coward.
- But, Son,

you don't understand
what it's like,

the place where I come from,
where my spirit resides.

It's fucking awful.

All the classes
are mixed together.

I have to talk to poor people.

I have to feign
interest in the Welsh.

I can't touch myself. It's hell.

But if my ghost could inhabit a
human body, I could begin life anew

and have an orgasm again for the
first time in 200 fucking years.

It's all about you, isn't it?

Always about Lord Roderick
Cravensworth. No one else matters.

Ruining my life from day one. Like
when you humiliated me at Wimbledon.

You can't play power tennis.
There's no shame in that.

- You fucked my Latin tutor!
- Veni, vidi, veni. You got into Eton.

Hiring Rasputin to
be my babysitter.

That was last minute.

And who can forget when
you murdered Mother?

- Not this again.
- Good grief.

Prove it.

Well, I'll tell you something.

You are not getting your
hands on my monster,

my greatest creation to date.

You will not be using
him as your meat puppet.

You think I'd want this
wretched homunculus for a body?

- I right here!
- No, you have me all wrong.

You see, the divine human vessel
I wish to inhabit is your own.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, come on, Son.
You've had your turn.

Be a good boy and let your
daddy inhabit your flesh.

- The Father of the Fatherless. Shammash.
- No! No!

No! This must stop!

- O Ancient Ones. Gods of the Night.
- Shut your mouth!

Spirit catcher!

Get me my spirit catcher!

Yes!

Ha!

Prepare to get sucked, Daddy.

No! Not like this!

No!

Oof!

Farewell, Father.

So yeah, after I spent
another two hours

explaining to Nadja and Nandor that
our neighbor wasn't a shape-shifter

I told you what it is. It's her
space. She's renting it out.

Remember I went to an
Airbnb on vacation for...

What has it got to
do with the air?

We made a deal with her.

We wouldn't report Nancy's illegal
Airbnb if she would let us stay

- for a free weekend once a month.
- I mean, look at this sign.

It says, "Bye Felicia
and take Karen with you."

I'm gonna start saying that.

- Hey.
- Come on in.

I just wanted to drop off

- some fresh baked
cookies - Ooh!

To say thank you
for your discretion.

Couldn't possibly.

- Thank you, Nancy.
- Anything you need, you let me know, okay?

- Bye Felicia and take Karen with you.
- Take Karen with you.

You guys are so crazy. Have
the best night. Amazing.

- She's really nice.
- Mm-hmm.

- Bananagrams, anyone?
- Yes. Why not?

Help me turn the tiles.

So sorry.

- All right, old chap.
- Oh. Where's Mr. Cravensworth?

I got him this Pop Yourself
that looks like him.

I know it's kind of
stupid, but I thought...

- Sit down, Colin.
- Okay.

My father has gone
on a very long trip.

- He has gone on a ghost mission.
- That's

That's weird.

He wanted to say goodbye
to you in person,

but he was too afraid he
might miss his ghost train.

Well, that's That's okay.

He also told me that he
cared for you very much.

So much so that he
wanted you to have this.

- What is it?
- No idea.

But he said you must
keep that somewhere safe,

somewhere locked up where
no one can get to it.

- Wh-why?
- Because he's going to need it someday

when he comes back.

You really have an
amazing father, you know?

I do, Colin. I really do.

There's just some shit that
I need to sort out over here.

♪ I was born to haunt you

♪ Like a shadow from above

♪ I was born to haunt you

♪ Terrorize, terrorize
you through and through ♪

♪ Well, I was born
to haunt you ♪

♪ And you were born
to haunt me too ♪