All language subtitles for ahwdhawhdahdhawd

Hello?

Julien?

Julien?

Julien Mayfair,

I've come to you because
the family is in trouble.

Two Mayfairs are trapped
in a thrall.

So can you help me?

Julien, please.

Cold.

Yeah.

OK.

Thirsty.

What?

I'm thirsty.

Tell me where Lasher is.

If I have him,
then I can save them.

Julien!

Julien, where did
Albrecht take Lasher?

Tell me.

Hey, Julien!

Moira, throw me the rope.

- Turn off the music.
- Already?

Yep.
She wants me to pull her out.

Are you sure?

I felt it in my chest,
like you said.

Doses mortua terra redi.

Veni in corpus mortale tuum.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Well?

He was old and confused,

napping in front
of the fireplace

like a house cat.

I mean, I couldn't
get anywhere with him.

So I just--I left.

I mean,
it had to be a performance.

But I, like, had no way
to get him to talk.

I had no leverage.

That's me talking.

Oh, Rowan.

I was so looking forward

to a much longer
conversation with you.

Sadly, we will have
so little time together now.

What did you do?

I didn't do it.

You did.

You made a rash decision
based on fear

and limited information.

No, you tricked me.

Not a trick.

A rule.

In this room,
you need to ask my permission

to leave the Victrola,

or you might leave
something behind.

What do you mean?

I feel so strange.

Your first time
out of the Victrola.

Coming out is hard.

That's me?

Half of you.

But which half?

Let's get you some water.

Huh?

That always helps.

Sakes alive,

that tiny hourglass is
difficult to read.

40-some minutes, I'd say.

Until what?

Until you die.

Moira!

Cortland!

Dolly Jean!

Throw me a rope.

Hey!

Hey, I'm still in here!

You really think
I'd have made it that easy

for you to leave this place?

I'd be a fool not to try.

And you are not a fool.

This much I can see.

Yeah, but how do I--

how do I deal with him?

I need a better tactic
before I go back in.

You're here in one piece.

You're not going back in.

He knows where Lasher is,

and I didn't get
a thing from him.

You sure?

Couldn't you tell anything
about where you were?

I mean, it was a pub.

A pub?

That's different.

From the décor,
it was like--

it was like a--a pub
in--in Scotland.

Well, that makes sense.

See, the first Mayfairs came
from there, from Donnelaith.

It's a mythic place, of course,
not on any map.

You've been there.

No.

No, I haven't.

Yeah.

Yeah, you have,
when you were a kid.

Moira, cher, you are way
wide of the mark on this one.

No, your father took you.

How can you see things
in my mind that I can't see?

Memories lead
to other memories,

like threads tied
to each other.

But I don't know, this one is--

it's, like, severed off
from the others.

Albrecht.

So he has the power
to erase memories.

It's the kind of thing
my father

might have asked him to do.

Your father didn't need
to use Albrecht.

He had his own method
for obliterating memories.

I sat upstairs with him
the whole time he was dying.

And as a distraction,
he'd gamble--

call up bookies,
place bets on horses.

He'd lose.

They'd come to collect.

He'd serve them an elixir
disguised as a tea

that had them wondering
why they'd even come

to this house
in the first place.

Where are you going?

My father's spells
are upstairs.

I want to know
what he did to me.

Wait, I'll go with you.

Ah, ah, ah.

Still feeling the effects
of the Victrola.

I'll get you something to eat.

You go and put your feet up
in the parlor.

I bet that she can tell
something's wrong.

We shall see.

Hey, we're gonna find Lasher,
OK?

It's not hopeless.

You can't think like that.

You can read my mind now?

Huh.

Do you think that's weird?

Yeah, maybe your walls are
coming down,

sort of like this house is
coming down.

It's gonna be OK.

If Julien erased
Cortland's memories

of Scotland,
there's gotta be a reason why.

Yeah.

My grandmother had
early onset.

And my mom missed her
so much that

she used to take me
to the nursing home

and have me go
through her past.

That's so sad.

Meemaw's memory threads
were frayed,

sort of like Cortland's.

So you want to do that
for Cortland?

Yeah.

The doctor put her
on a lot of drugs.

Maybe that helps?

There's a bottle
of Deirdre's pills upstairs.

Yeah, let's try it.

Let me grab 'em.

That's right.

You're not yourself.

Trust what you're feeling.

You can get me out.

Can you hear me?

Throw me a rope.

Throw me a rope!

Fuck.

Are they right?

Did you really wipe
Cortland's memory?

Wouldn't you have?

I mean, maybe,
but he's not my son.

Is this really
the conversation

you want to have
before you die?

A chat about my child-rearing?

No.

I want to talk about
my son, Lasher.

Oh, little mama,
you only knew him briefly.

Maybe.

But he loved me best.

I was 12 the first time
he came to me.

I was his lover
and then his mother.

I gave him a body.

I did too.

Mine.

I could tell you about
the many times he used it.

Actually, I couldn't.

I don't remember a thing.

I'd wake up in the Quarter
with bloody knuckles

and a pocket full
of portrait strips.

He loved getting
our portrait taken.

He was practicing,
of course, for now,

for having a physical body.

Do you know what he's done
with that body?

Tell me.

You don't have a guess?

How many are dead thus far?

I--I can't keep track
of everything

from my little hidey hole.

He must have some sort
of goal in mind.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be
behaving this way.

But maybe you're right.

Maybe I never really
knew him at all.

How naive do you think I am?

Who is Albrecht
delivering him to in Scotland?

- Ooh.
- Come on.

You might as well tell me.

I mean, I'm gonna be dead
soon anyway.

You have put together
far too much

of this than I like already.

Now I know there's a way out.

Otherwise, you'd have no
problem telling me everything.

Perhaps there is.

But you will never discover it.

I've got a half hour.

Not you.

You.

So it's up to her
to get me out?

A few herbs brewed
into a tea, a slip of paper.

How did that do so much damage?

What's that?

It's Thorazine.

Thorazine?

Well, now, surely, there--
there must be another way.

I'm only giving you
a half dose.

Hello?
Jojo, where is everyone?

It's gonna be OK.

Ooh, who's this?

I mean, if you've been
watching over the house

for this long,
you should already know.

I bet you'd like
to talk to him.

Why did you do that?

Because I can.

Rowan!

Rowan?

You expecting somebody?

Get started without me.

OK. Get rid of him.

Look, this is a nightmare
for me too, OK?

But whatever it takes
to get Jojo and Daphne back.

Just...

Rowan?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I didn't hear you knock.

I didn't knock.

The--the door just--

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it does that.

Oh.

Did I mention the house
is in terrible shape?

I thought you were headed
back to New York.

Wasn't that the plan?

Uh, it was.

But can I--
can I show you something?

It's still not a great time.

It's actually worse.

I have family upstairs.

This is about your family--

I--I mean, kind of.

Uh...

it's about you.

OK.

Uh...

let's talk in here.

So what is it?

Uh...

when you left the hotel,
I was worried.

Uh...

I, uh, ran your DNA.

How?

Lipstick on the coffee cup.

That's illegal...

and unethical.

I know, I know.
Just--just look.

Look.

You--you have
four extra chromosomes,

each entirely distinct.

And those are the same
extra chromosomes

that were--
that were in the blood sample,

though--though that
wasn't your blood.

No, it wasn't.

You asked me to--to compare
that sample to--to primate DNA.

But you never actually told me
what animal it was from.

And so I--I guess
the question I--

I want to ask is, uh...

Wh--what are you?

You stay here.

Hey, Dolly Jean,
can you make Julien's elixir?

Excuse me?

I have a colleague here,
a geneticist.

A few days ago,
I sent him Lasher's blood.

Why would you do that?

I was looking for answers.

From science?

Yeah.

And I got them.

And now I just--
I really need him

to forget all about it.

Why, yes.

Yes, you do.

Thank you.

You're not going
to go through with it.

Of course I am.

I mean, it's the right
thing to do.

Yes, protect the Mayfair
secrets at all costs.

You're learning, my dear.

Dolly Jean says
you like to gamble.

I miss it
more than breathing.

Oh, good.

'Cause I have a wager for you.

If I erase him,

you let me out
of this Victrola.

And if not, then I will
stay here with you.

And what could I possibly
have to gain from such a wager?

Hey.

I know how you like
your whiskey.

Rowan, I'm sorry.

It was unethical,
and I violated your privacy.

And then I--I charged over here
demanding an explanation

like it was owed to me.

It's OK.

Here.

These--this is the only copy.

And I will delete everything,
I swear.

Just stop.

Stop.

You remember that ER rotation
we had in our third year?

And it'd be midnight,
and the two of us

would show up for a shift.

And before we'd look
at the charts,

you'd point to a patient
on a gurney,

and I'd look him up and down,
and I'd say

diverticulitis
or renal artery stenosis

or a blood clot in the lung.

You were always right.

And you always paid up--

20 bucks.

And at the time, you know, I--

I thought it was just...

intuition.

What else would it be?

I can see inside people.

I have the power
of biological sight.

What are you--

Lark...

I'm a witch.

It's true.

I really am.

What are you doing?

You've lost your mind.

Hey. Hello?

Throw me a rope.

Get me out of here.

Even if you could touch it,
what good would it do?

I'm trying
to distract her from him.

I don't think
that's possible.

You want to tell him
all about yourself,

about who you truly are.

You love him.

Hairline fracture
on the clavicle.

I got body-checked
into the boards

at a Bantam hockey game.

Um... left forearm.

What's up there?

A souvenir from
a distracted driver in Rio.

OK, yeah, I'm--I'm convinced.

Wow.

I need to prove it to you.

And I like showing off.

Let's see.

I know what
you're looking for,

and it's lower than that.

Ruptured disk at L3.

Unbelievable.

Are you OK?

Yeah. It's weird.

I don't normally
get tired like this--

usually only
when I use his powers.

Whose?

It's a pity.

He's attractive, your Lark.

He's a good person.

Perhaps you'll die
in his arms, at least.

That would be a romantic end.

You talk a lot about love.

So what's it like for you?

Do you give yourself away
entirely?

Or do you hold part
of yourself back?

Are you trying to appeal
to my sympathies,

hoping I'll succumb
to my sense of nostalgia,

free you and rescue
your little Lark

from his imminent heartache?

If so, it won't work.

Were you and Albrecht lovers?

You will never know
what it's like

to forget yourself completely.

So was it Albrecht
who took you to Donnelaith

on a romantic getaway?

Donnelaith is not some
charming tourist village.

Donnelaith is
an ancient stronghold

with a castle built on land
blessed by pagan spirits.

No lover took me there.

Who did then?

Your great-grandmother.

Voila.

Marguerite.

She was a student
of the old magic.

She taught me about astrology,
about runes, pendulums,

and how to absorb power
from the cycles of the planets.

She taught me how,
at the altar of divinity,

to honor the original deities.

The Taltos?

Right?

Yes.

So you were the one
who ripped the pages

about the Taltos
out of Marguerite's journal

because you didn't want anyone
to know what she knew,

except, of course,
for Albrecht.

You really are quite clever.

But cleverness without
conviction is worth nothing.

You hardly would have
impressed Marguerite.

Now you're just insulting me.

Marguerite chose me.

For what?

She wouldn't have chosen you!

I don't know.

I don't think
it should feel like this.

Flu symptoms could be
a side effect,

as well as excessive sweating.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But--but should my heart
be racing like this?

Oh, God.

I would be worried
if you weren't immortal.

Now sit down.

Yeah, but I don't
remember anything yet.

Yeah, you do, OK?

I can already feel
your mind letting go.

Sit.

We need to figure out
where Donnelaith is.

Close your eyes.

I'm going to say a word.

And I want you to just say
the first thing

that comes to your mind, OK?

OK.

Scotland.

Shoes.

Shoes?

Yeah, I can see them--

a single long strap,

chestnut brown.

How old were you?

10, 11.

And what were they for?

For my trip with Father to--

to Donnelaith.

There it is.

Do you remember a church?

Maybe a post office
or, like, a pub?

No.

The only thing I can remember
are the shoes.

So just picture the shoes.

Now, what airport were you at?

Do you remember?

No.

OK, where did you see
the shoes next?

On a--on a road.

They're dirty.

I wiped them on the grass.

What?

I'm in manure--

wet, warm manure.

Why would you be
smiling about that?

And then beyond it,
there's a girl.

She's holding something.

It's a sheep.

So I reach out.

I touch it.

She smiled at me.

Ugh--
- What? What's wrong?

Who is that boy?

Why am I so afraid
of the boy?

So this being,
your son, Lasher,

you have his--
- His powers, yeah.

And I can heal because of him.

Like at Mayfair Medical,
there was a girl,

and she was terminal
with a tumor.

And you were able
to shrink it?

Yes. I destroyed it.

Like, gone--completely gone,

with no surgery.

But my power is bound to him,

so I can only use it
when he's close by.

How far away is he?

In Scotland, maybe?

I mean, we're really not sure.

Once I find him,
then I can free Daphne

and--and, um...

and my sister.

Uh, my sister.

Jojo.

My sister's name is Jojo.

I'm really glad you're here.

That's not me in there, is it?

As I've said,
it's part of you.

Which part?

Let me ask you a question.

Does all of this
make you feel angry?

No.

No, I'm not angry.

I don't feel anything.

I'm all intellect,

and she's just
a big jumble of feelings.

Head and heart.

It's intriguing
how people split

along well-worn fault lines.

I wish there was some kind
of way that I could help you.

Actually, do you--do you have
any more of his blood?

No. Why?

Some hair, fingernails,
or like, an, old Band-Aid?

Doesn't she get it?

He's gonna make a concentrate.

What--what is that?

He can take Lasher's blood,

and he can make
the cells multiply.

Well, that's fascinating.

It's genius.

It might give me enough power

to save Jojo and Daphne.

So do you really think
that this could

work as if he's close by?

We can try.

There's some things
I would need first.

Let's go look.

Wow.

Yeah.

Ah, OK.

Well, this--this tracks

with the Rowan Fielding
that I know.

Yeah, it was
my grandmother's.

And these, these were his.

How old?

Last week.

How do we get
to Mayfair Medical?

Walk, drive, streetcar?

Why would we go there?

I have to crack open
the teeth, scrape out the pulp,

the dentin.

Ah!

She's never gonna get me
out of here.

She's not thinking straight.

No, she's not.

You're treating me
like I'm an enemy.

But we should be allies.

I know that you care about
what happens to the family.

You're right.

Family is all I care about.

So then let me out.

There you go.

Thanks.

Ah! Ah!

Shit.

Damn it. Ah.

Here, use this.

Oh, my God.

Is it bad?

It's gonna need stitches.

Ah.

- Oh, shit.
- Mm.

Or maybe not.

If this concentrate works,

shouldn't you be able
to heal me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Your mind will not move
off this boy.

Who is he?
- We have to stop.

No!

We don't have anything.

We have Scotland and shoes.

And we have Jojo
and Daphne stuck

in a house
that's gonna collapse.

So I need you to pull it
together for me, all right?

I don't know.

The airport.
Is he at the airport?

The airport, Cortland!

Well, yes, I--
I can see the parking lot.

And there's two women
in a Jeep.

They're kissing my father.

He tells me to ride
in the back with--

with Ian.

The boy's name is Ian.

OK, Ian.

Where do you see him next?

There's a rock,
and it's shaped like a table.

There's sheep everywhere.

How about a little wager?

Who killed the sheep?

Why are you ashamed?

You were a kid from the city
who couldn't kill sheep.

But Ian didn't stop there.

She was just a kid.

Not to Ian.

He wanted to win.

And my father was betting
on which of us

could better please the old
gods, me or my brother.

Ian's your brother.

Ian's my brother.

Yeah, my brother.

You won't let me go
because you don't care

about the family in New Orleans

because you have
a family in Scotland,

and that's where
Lasher's going.

Ian would love you.

Too bad you'll never meet him.

OK, show me the wound.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

Uh, here goes.

It should work, right?

Your cells responding to his?

Oh, shit.

It's not enough.

It's not gonna work.

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

Here.

There's a sewing kit upstairs.

I thought he'd run for the door
or think I was nuts,

but he didn't do either.

How much did you tell
this man?

Nothing I can't erase.

And it was worth it,
because now I know

how he feels about me
for the next time I see him.

Sweetheart, this elixir--

he won't just forget today.

He's going to forget
every moment

you've ever spent together.

He won't remember you.

It's the right thing to do
for the family.

Use that blueberry ink

and write your name
on that slip of paper.

You're not complete.

You need me.

Can't you feel that?

So have you been to Scotland?

Scotland?

I haven't, no.

I'm owed vacation days.

I could fly out
and help you find Lasher.

Right.

You OK?

Yeah.

I just really, really
don't want to hurt you.

It's never
stopped you before.

It's--it's fragrant.

Yeah, it's my aunt's brew.

Is--is everyone
in your family witchy?

Whoa! Oh!

What the hell was that?

Nothing.

Rowan, what's--
what is happening?

You have to go.

My family is gonna--

Uh, Rowan.

Um, hi.

We need to talk to you
right now.

- OK.
- OK.

- Oh, my God.
- Ugh.

Hey!

- What's come over you?
- Jesus.

I don't know.

Finding it hard to find
a word to form a sentence?

I'm--I'm--

I'm--

Your intellect is dissolving.

It won't be long now.

What next?

It won't hurt.

You'll simply cease to be.

I don't know!

I don't know!

I don't feel right.

Do I seem like
I've been different?

Yeah, yeah,
from the moment I walked in.

Hey, you have been
wide open to me

since you came out
of the Victrola.

I am going to miss you.

I have enjoyed
our time together

far more than I had expected.

This will help.

It's an old family recipe.

I need to help her.

I'm not having
a drink with you.

Well, you all said that

he would do something
to me in there.

What if he did?

Of course
he did something to you,

because that's what he does.

He steals a part of you.

There's just
part of me missing,

like I don't feel right.

The hourglass--
whatever's happened,

you have to stop it now.

I have to get myself back.

I have to be my own rope.

Dulcis soror,
mortua terra redi.

I will have that drink.

Family recipe.

OK.

Kilbride.

Kilbride.

Bon voyage, ma cher.

Rowan?

You OK?

Will you come with us
to Kilbride?

Wait, that's it.

Kilbride.

You said it would
feel like home, but I--

I don't feel anything.

Mm.

Well, give it some time.

It was your home once.

Maybe it'll start
coming back to you.

That'll be our host.

Ian, old man.

Ashlar.

I always knew
this day would come.

But I can't tell you
how glorious it is

to see it arrive,
to see you before me.

What did you call me?

Ashlar.

Welcome home.

May I?

He's taller than
I thought he would be.

Why have you brought me here?

To nurture you.

To venerate you.

You have what you need.

I see the clothes
we got you fit.

Are you comfortable?

Have you eaten?

Please, eat.

Anything you need,
you just tell my boys outside.

Albrecht,
a word, my good man.

No. No, don't go.

Don't worry.
Ask for anything you need.

Everyone is here to serve you.

You'll have to gain his trust.

He'll be difficult
to contain until

he has some confidence in you.

So how long until the ceremony?