All language subtitles for santa.clarita.diet.s02e01.web.x264-strife

♪ Imagine me and you, I do ♪

♪ I think about you day and night
It's only right ♪

♪ To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight ♪

♪ So happy together ♪

♪ If I should call you up, invest a dime ♪

♪ And you say you belong to me
And ease my mind ♪

♪ Imagine how the world would be
So very fine ♪

♪ So happy together ♪

♪ I can't see me lovin' nobody but you ♪

♪ For all my life ♪

♪ When you're with me ♪

♪ Baby, the skies will be blue
For all my life ♪

♪ Me and you and you and me ♪

♪ No matter how they toss the dice... ♪

I've been here 17 hours.
I have to get home.

- Me too, man.
- No, but I really do.

Are you saying
my situation isn't also urgent?

No, Ron. I'm sure you have
to get to your apartment

before the asparagus people come back.

They're not asparagus people, Joel.
They pronounce it "oz-para-gauze."

And they are certainly not people.

If they were, I wouldn't have to seal
my ears with peanut butter at night

just to keep them
from infiltrating my brain.

They're so intrusive.

And their music...

I'm thinking
this isn't your first time here.

I've been captured before. Why?

Have you ever found a way out?

Why should I help you when you don't
even treat me like a human being?

Okay. I'm sorry, Ron.

I shouldn't have belittled your conflict
with the oz-para-gauze.

- "Oz-para-gauze."
- I said "oz-para-gauze."

We both know you didn't.

Let's not talk for a minute.

It's just my wife is going through this thing,

and I have to get her
this very specific medicine

because she's getting worse.

What's going on with your wife?

Unless you don't want to talk about it
because those creatures you mocked

with your lazy pronunciation
might be listening.

Actually, you may be the only person
I can talk to about it.

Code Gray, Psychiatry.
Code Gray, Psychiatry.

She's undead.

Really?

How is that going?

Honestly? Mixed.

She has an intensity I love,

but having to find human flesh
for her to eat...

- that's been hard.
- I can imagine.

We're realtors, so killing people

and stuffing them into freezers
doesn't come naturally.

That must be exhausting.

Now, she's getting more aggressive.
Who knows what she might do?

I can't be here anymore.

I'm sorry, Joel,
but there's just no way out.

And if you try,
they will just keep you here longer.

Hello, gentlemen.

- Are you ready for group?
- Doctor, I need to go home.

- We both need to get out of here now, man.
- But I really do.

- Me, too.
- Ron! My thing is separate.

Joel, you're on a 72-hour hold.

We can't let you go until you're no longer
a danger to yourself or anyone else.

- Shall we, gentlemen?
- Wi...

- Will there be juice?
- One box per person, Ron. Same as always.

- Can I have yours?
- Then I wouldn't get one.

Thank you. Thank you so much. Okay, bye.

The soonest we could get
a Serbian exchange student is six months.

In six months, your mom may be just
a rotting, indiscriminate killing machine.

But probably not.

We don't know. It's all good.

Are you sure it has to be Serbian bile
to make the serum?

Yeah, it's in the book.
Since the first outbreak was in Serbia,

they're the only ones
who have built up immunity.

I feel like I'm blowing this!

Abby, we're trying.
What about that job message board?

- Did you post on that?
- Yeah, a few hours ago.

- Here.
- "Are you Serbian?"

Do you want to make a $130
just for throwing up? You know you do.

"Send copy of birth certificate.
No dick pics, please."

Yeah, I had to add that
'cause, apparently, it wasn't obvious?

But, honestly,
it just made people more creative.

- There's that noise. Do you hear that?
- I think it's coming from the basement.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

Everything all right?

Yep. All good.

Are you making that noise?

What noise?

- Maybe we should check on her.
- I really don't want to do that.

She's chained up.

I will bet every time
someone has said that about the undead,

it has never ended well.

Okay.

Mom? What are you up to?

Oh, just book reading.
Any news from your dad?

No, not since last night when he called
from the hospital, so...

Holy shit! Are you chewing the post?

Okay, here's the deal.

Mommy's going a little crazy down here,
so I need to get out.

And I know you're worried
I'm gonna go out there and kill somebody,

but think about all the people
I haven't killed.

Literally, everyone in the world,

- except three people.
- Hey, Abby?

- You should come look at this!
- Yeah, okay.

Look, I'm sorry, but you put me in charge,
and I'm not letting you out.

And stop chewing the post.
It holds up the whole fucking house.

We got a hit on the job posting.
There's a Serbian gentleman in Newhall

willing to vomit.

Of course he's in Newhall.
Text me his address.

- Tell him I'm on my way.
- Wait. I'll go with you.

- Is the rest of the serum done?
- Not quite.

My mom is eating the house
like a giant, manipulative termite,

so you need to keep working on the cure.

- I have pepper spray.
- You know, it's not a cure.

It will only stop her symptoms
from progressing.

And there's no way she can get
out of those chains, right?

Oh, what am I doing?
Nobody asks that and lives.

Joel, why don't you tell us
why you're here?

I got upset and trashed someone's house.

But being here
and reflecting on my actions,

which were wrong and I'm sorry
and will never happen again,

has made me feel
like I'm ready to rejoin society

and interact with my fellow citizens
from all walks of life,

be they women, men,

questioning, different races,
tall or small, thin or large.

They all contribute to the fabric
of this great country.

Thank you.

Felt like you got a little off
at the end there.

- Yeah, I fucked that up.
- Ron, tell us why you've come back to us.

Well... I am being harassed
by the interdimensional beings again.

But something happened last week.
Tell us about that.

My wife died.

Oh, my God. Ron, I didn't know.

She'd been sick
and wasn't getting any better.

I had her at home and had just finished
making her breakfast.

She didn't want it.

She just smiled at me...

and said,
"Everything's going to be okay, sweetie."

And then she closed her eyes.

She was here... with her beautiful smile.

And then she was gone forever.

I can't imagine.
I lost my wife for ten seconds,

and in those seconds,
I wanted to die with her.

Why do they tease us
with such tiny amounts of juice?

- Who wins this game?
- Here.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, yeah.

They let me go downstairs
to the morgue yesterday

to see her one last time.

The morgue. I've been to that morgue.

She didn't look the same.

That must have been so hard.

Did you happen to notice if any
of the bodies had Serbian-sounding names?

They usually end in the letters "I-C"
or the syllable "vich."

Abby?

Oh, shit.
She's not here, Mrs. Hammond!

Oh? You wanna go in the yard
and have a game of catch?

I can't unchain you.

- Where did Abby go?
- Just out.

Can you come down here
for a minute?

No, thank you!

Eric, come down here.

I'm so, unable to say "no" to authority.

The teenager stupidly went
below the house.

Great job.

You displayed genuine compassion with Ron.

That shows me you're not a danger
to yourself or anyone else,

- so I'm going to release you.
- Really?

Whatever your problem is, we're not going
to fix it in another 48 hours.

We don't fix anyone.

We just put Band-aids on people
and toss them back,

alone, into a cold,
cripplingly indifferent society.

Totally. So, I'm gonna get my shoelaces
and run down to the basement.

Are you okay?

The only time I talk to someone healthy
is when they're saying goodbye.

Well... bye.

- So, where's Abby?
- She went to get bile.

Oh, really? From who?

Some man we found online.

A man you found online?
And you let her go alone?

- She took pepper spray.
- Alright man. You gotta let me outta here.

- I need to make sure she's okay.
- I'm not supposed...

Eric, she's 16.
Come on, you can come with me.

I'll even wear handcuffs.

I don't have handcuffs.

My bedroom, bottom drawer.
Don't touch anything else.

- Go.
- Wait, really? You have handcuffs?

We recently discovered how intense sex is
if your lover orgasms while you...

- How much of this do you wanna hear?
- Less than that.

All right. Get these chains off
and let's find her.

Okay, it's an apartment on Mountain View.
It's near the mall.

Of course, in Santa Clarita,
everything's near a mall, right?

So many shopping opportunities.
I talk when I'm nervous.

Hang on.

Uh-uh.

- Huh.
- Mm.

Sorry, honey.
I only wear these in a sexual context.

- Oh, God. What are you gonna do?
- We're gonna go find my daughter.

Will you help me pop these back in?

- Don't pass out.
- Okay.

No, seriously, don't pass out.

Shit.

Oh, hello.
Are you here for the Tori Amos tickets?

No, your throw-up.

Oh. You weren't what I was expecting.

Where are my manners? I'm Goran.
Please, entrez.

No, that's okay. I'll just take it and go.

I don't have it yet.
I figured you'd want to watch me do it.

No, no, you figured me wrong.

Strange. I've never fingered
somebody wrong before.

I said "fingered."

- Goodbye.
- No! Wait! I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

My sense of humor can be
a real jerk sometimes. Please, come in.

I shall retire to another room at once

to produce the precious nectar
of my stomach.

Awesome.

Hello.

- I purchased a foot here two weeks ago.
- Yeah, sure, I remember.

- How'd that work out for you?
- Excellent. Thank you.

I'm looking for something very specific.

I have a vagina I can sell you for 500.

It's a little past its "best-use-by" date,
but it'll get 'er done.

Dear God! Who comes here?

Brace yourself. Mostly men.

I need a fresh gallbladder,

but it has to be
from someone who's Serbian.

God, what are you into?

I love it. Come on in.
Let's take a look around, you sick fuck.

Here is your vomit, milady.
I take PayPal, Venmo, Bitcoin...

- I have cash.
- Oh, how very retro.

I produced a bit extra,

- if you'd like to top it off.
- No, I'm good.

- Would you like to stay for a chocolat?
- Not in a million years.

Maybe you'd prefer something salty, then.

I can get very sweaty.

I'm going.

I just wanted your vomit.
Why'd you have to make it weird?

Eric!

I did it!

Abby Hammond, taking charge,
kicking ass and...

talking to nobody.

Nobody's here.

Oh, my God! What the fuck?
What are you doing?

- I know this might seem a bit forward.
- Did you follow me home?

Every day,
there are moments we let pass...

- Get outta here, you creep!
- Moments that could define

the rest of our lives.

You see? They always get out.

Sheila? I got the bile!

It's gonna be okay, sweetheart.
I love you and we have each other.

Everything else we can figure out...
What the fuck is this?

Honey! You're home.
We're a family again.

Hi, Dad. Don't worry,
I've got everything under control.

Really? Because through fresh eyes,
it does not look great.

This man was threatening Abby.

Our kitchen looks like
the inside of a shark.

Well, I admit it,
it went on a little longer than necessary.

And then ten minutes after that.

Well, gee, that's not good.

Guys, great news! The serum worked.
Sheila will never get worse than this.

Joel.

Bu... Not getting worse.

I mean, that's wonderful news, isn't it?

- You got bile?
- I did!

From this guy.

I vote we don't answer that.

Okay, I'm glad you got bile.

I paid $300 for mine 'cause no one called,
but whatever.

And how do we know it worked?

I took samples of her tar-blood-goo.
The cells stopped deteriorating.

Wanna see for yourself?
The light's better in the bathroom.

Smells better, too.

So, then, this is it?

Sheila rage-killing a man, not for food,
in our house, in front of our daughter...

that's how she's gonna be from now on?

Again, not getting worse.

Yay!

It's Rick and Alondra!
Are you home?

- Oh, crap!
- Your cars are in the driveway,

so we know that you are,
and you're gonna realize that later,

and it's going to be awkward.

- God, they know us so well.
- I guess I'll answer the door.

Huh.

Look at that.
Not a drop of blood on my pepper mill.

Hey, Rick, Alondra.

A sheriff friend told Rick you destroyed
the school principal's house,

and they carted you off to the hospital,
so I brought cookies.

- Oh!
- We wanted to see that you're all right.

I'm fine. It was a misunderstanding.

I was helping him move some furniture,
and it got away from us.

I don't understand.

It's nice out, isn't it?

I may get another hummingbird feeder
for out here.

- Why are you not opening your door?
- Oh. Sheila's napping.

Oh.

- We'll be quiet.
- Sorry. She fell asleep in the hall.

- Sheila fell asleep in the hall?
- Like, on the floor?

She's just tired.
She was up late last night...

baking a pie,
and it took longer than expected.

Plus, our kitchen's a huge mess.

Unbelievable.

If you saw it,
you would not know how to process it.

Well, I should get back.

- Do you want the cookies?
- Of course.

Just leave them on the porch.

I had such a good day at the asylum.

I'm so sorry.

I helped someone.
Made me feel better about myself.

And then you come home to this.

It's my fault! All of it.

I should never have let her out
of the basement.

I'm-I'm responsible for everything.

Really? No one's gonna argue that?

Great stuff. Well, I'm gonna run
to the store for more cleaning supplies.

And I will pay,
so don't even think about it.

Okay.

So, what now?

We get Alondra's porch cookies.

I think what your dad meant was
what to do now about me

since I've become extra "kill-y."

I didn't say that.

But you wouldn't mind
if I went back down to the basement.

Well, if going to the basement until
we figure this out feels right to you,

then you should go to the basement.

Unless someone else has another idea
besides going to the basement.

But I am hearing
the word "basement" a lot.

So, that's relevant.

You've been staring at the cleaning
products for, like, a really long time.

Oh. Sorry.

It's okay.
There's a lot going on in this aisle.

I wanted to make sure
you weren't overwhelmed.

Sometimes I do feel overwhelmed.

Me too. Wait.
Not just in this aisle, right?

No. Everywhere.

Then me too.

There's just so much happening right now.

And I don't always know
the right thing to do.

We all just do the best we can.

Except for Leslie, the cashier.
She's become a problem.

But do you ever feel like your best
sometimes isn't enough?

Everyone does, except Leslie.

This girl I know, um, her mom's been sick,
and it's gotten worse.

And I wanna help
because they're like family to me,

- but I never feel like I'm doing enough.
- You are.

But how can I know that, Ramona?

You'd do anything for this family, right?
Guy without a name tag?

Oh. Eric. And yes.

Then you're doing enough.

Here, this one's good for blood.

- How did you know I...?
- You have some on your shoes.

So, is this how it's gonna be now?

We just keep Mom in the basement
and only let her out to shower and hunt?

I guess for the time being.

Mom wanted to take me shopping
for a dress this week.

I don't think I need a dress.
I already have one.

I just wanna know
if that's still happening.

- When I was at the asylum...
- Don't say "asylum."

It sounds like they sent you
to the 19th century.

Okay. When I was at the "time-out resort,"
I had a roommate, Ron.

Ron lost his wife a week ago,
and it sent him spiraling.

He is never gonna see her again.

At least we still have your mom.

Chained in the basement.

No family is perfect.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

Finally, something wonderful is happening.

What?

Hey, there.
I got a half-mushroom, half-olive pizza,

one shrimp cocktail, a side of spinach,

and for Abby's lunch tomorrow...
I was told to say that...

A meatball sandwich,
all for the amazing price of $35.

Here. You can keep that.

Thank you. And I know
this will appear unprofessional,

- but may I use your powder room?
- It's fine, but no.

Eh...

- Mom brought us food.
- She even got me a shrimp cocktail.

- She's the best.
- She really is.

- I hope we never have to kill her.
- Boy, me too.

- Hi, honey. Did dinner come?
- It was great.

- Thank you for my shrimp cocktail.
- Of course.

Since I know you're not crazy
about Japopo's, I went with Machichi's.

- I think the quality is better.
- I know, I read your Yelp review.

Here. I know how much you like organ meat,
so I brought you Goran's kidney.

Aw! Thanks.

It's so rich.

So, how you doin'?

Great. I was putting together
a schedule for you.

- We have that open house on Tuesday.
- I'll take care of it.

And then I was going to take Abby
dress shopping on Thursday.

She likes that store Debbie and Debbie's.

But you have to ask for tall Debbie
because white Debbie is a cunt.

Tall Debbie. Got it.

It's gonna be all right, sweetie.

- I know.
- It will.

We'll get a desk down here.
We can paint the walls.

Sure. It'll be nice.

Put in some carpet.

- I'd love a longer chain.
- Totally.

Twenty, 30 feet, whatever you want.
Maybe a television.

It'll be the nicest room in the house.

- We'll make it work.
- Yeah.

Just... don't give up on me.

Never.

♪ It's a hard world to get a break in ♪

♪ All the good things have been taken ♪

♪ But, girl, there are ways to make
Certain things pay ♪

♪ Though I'm dressed in these rags
I'll wear sable ♪

♪ Someday ♪

♪ Hear what I say ♪

♪ I'm gonna ride the serpent ♪

♪ No more time spent... ♪

You're back.

I lost you once. That was enough.

♪ Remember, remember ♪

♪ It's my life and I'll do what I want ♪

♪ It's my mind
And I'll think what I want ♪

♪ Show me I'm wrong... ♪

We're not living apart.

♪ But someday I'll treat you real fine ♪

But we should keep the chains,
you know, for sex stuff.

Right on.

♪ It's my life and I'll do what I want ♪

♪ It's my mind
And I'll think what I want ♪

♪ Show me I'm wrong, hurt me sometime ♪

- ♪ But someday I'll treat you real fine ♪
- Don't eat me.

I'll try not to.
But you're so damn cute!

♪ It's my life and I'll do what I want ♪

Hello?

- Eric.
- Ramona?

I hope you don't mind my calling.

No. No, not at all.

I got your number from your rewards card.

Oh, I love that thing.
The savings really add up.

- So, how are you?
- Fine.

I was thinking about your friend
with the sick mom.

Is your friend your age
with strawberry-blonde hair?

- Yeah. Abby. Why?
- She was in yesterday.

She's pretty. Is she your girlfriend?

No. I'm as single as a hummingbird moth
at the end of June.

They mate at the beginning of June.
I like science. And moths.

I like science and moths, too.

Really? What's your favorite moth?

The emperor. Duh.

I know. That was easy.

My boyfriend has zero interest in moths.

- Oh.
- I mean, my ex-boyfriend.

- We just broke up.
- Oh! Um...

- Are you... Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Although... it was a little messy.

So, maybe we can hang out sometime.

Yeah. Yeah.