All language subtitles for Monsters 2024 S02E01

Look, another TCBY.

It's a freaking gold mine.

This is-- This is exactly
what I want to do with Mr. Buffalo.

Everywhere there's a TCBY, there should be
a Mr. Buffalo across the street.

I mean, healthy food, friendly service.

Come on. We'll be printing money.
You mark my words, Erik.

What TCBY did for yogurt,

that is exactly what Mr. Buffalo
is going to do for buffalo wings.

Could you put on fucking KIIS-FM?

- Please!
- Lyle.

Fuck!

Just take it easy.

I feel like I've gotta tell
this fucking guy every time!

Thank you! Thanks.

I fucking love these guys.

I told Jamie, when these guys come
to The Forum, we are, like, there.

And music, that's the other thing.

A Mr. Buffalo customer, he comes in
to eat wings... and chill, right?

Music's gonna be a big part of that.

Are those Dad's shoes?

Are you wearing his shoes?

Yeah, we're going
to fill his shoes now, right?

I was like, "What better way to--"

Actually, these are Alden 560s,
so they run narrow.

I should try to get these
in a nine-and-a-half wide.

Stop that.

Hey, Erik. Erik, listen to me.
You're not fucking doing this right now.

I'm sorry.

Suck it the fuck up,
and do not act like a goddamn pussy.

Hey, it's all right. It's all right.

Hey.

I love you. I love you!

- I love you too.
- You're okay.

It's up to us now, right?

And they would be proud of us.
They would be proud of us.

What did you say yesterday?
What did you say to me?

Tell me.

That I think that they would
be proud of us.

Erik, I know that they would
be proud of us.

Hey, it's right up here.

Dipshit.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Fucking stop the car!

- I'm supposed to drop you around back.
- No, no, no!

You're dropping us at the curb.

- It's just a big crowd.
- Then fucking run them over.

What the fuck? They're supposed
to go to the loading dock.

Erik! Erik, Erik,
did the mafia kill your parents?

What?

- Di--
- No, I'm Lyle.

I don't know. It certainly appears
as such, but we've gotta find out.

Are you afraid
the mafia could come after you?

Yeah. Hey, where's your camera?

Mafia, after what we've been through,
I'd like to see you try.

- Okay. Okay. Come on.
- Is that a threat?

You are targets, okay?

We're getting you
full-time security 24-7, okay?

Peter.

There's something
I really need you to get right today.

Are you sure
he's gonna be able to do this?

Don't worry. He's a great actor.

He did a Shakespeare monologue once.

Um...

I thought I'd start by sharing a story.

Um...

When Lyle and I were little...

...there was a big window
in the front of the house.

These birds would always fly,

hit the window,
and they'd fall and get injured.

And my mom, she'd scoop up the birds,
and um...

she'd bring them inside
and she'd heal them,

help them get better,

and... see them off,

and see them fly away.

It's just one of
my favorite images of my mom.

Just how she cared for the birds.

I guess what I'd say to them is,

"Maybe someday, when I see you in Heaven,

we could all
hit a few balls back and forth."

Thank you.

Those poor boys.

Lyle is obsessed we get this song right.

Icon.

Legend.

Captain of industry.

Husband. Tennis coach.

Most men could only dream
of being one of these things,

but Jose Menendez was all of them.

And he was also our father.

Anyone who knew my dad
will tell you that... he was tough.

Just ask a line judge who missed a call
at one of mine or Erik's tennis matches.

Well, Dad, if you're listening,
and I know that you are,

you can rest assured
that I am ready to take up your mantle

and be the rock of this family.

And, Mom...

What can I say? Um...

If Dad was our foundation,

well, Mom, you were the wallpaper
and the beautiful furnishings.

I know that it wasn't always easy
having two rambunctious boys,

but you made every house
that we lived in a home.

So, Mom, for my final words to you,

I will leave this to two poets
who are much better at this than I.

In their words,
"Girl, I'm gonna miss you."

I know, right?

It's been over
two months since the brutal murders

of Jose and Kitty Menendez

in their Beverly Hills home.

But so far, the police don't seem
to be any closer to finding their killers.

Come on, you fucking pussy! Don't stop.

Initial reports speculated

that it might have been a mafia hit,

possibly related
to Jose Menendez's business dealings

in the home video industry,
as an executive for Live Entertainment.

But detective Les Zoeller
with the Beverly Hills Police Department

recently told reporters they're still
pursuing all potential angles.

I can't give too many details,

but I can say that this is still
very much an active investigation,

and that our guys will not rest

until whoever committed
these senseless and heinous killings

is behind bars
and facing the death penalty.

What is that?

No!

Can you believe
that she actually said

she picked these dresses out because
she felt that we could wear them again?

I could wear this again.

When Hell freezes over
and I'm invited to the skating party.

Dr. Oziel speaking.

Dr. Oziel, it's Erik Menendez.

Erik?

I know that it's very last minute,

but, um, is there any way
that I could see you today?

It's important.

Looks like I... I have a two o'clock
if that... if that works for you.

No. I...

I wanna be your last appointment.

I don't want any of your other patients
to see me.

Please? Dr. Oziel?

Um... Yeah. How about four o'clock?

We could...
we could talk as long as you need.

Okay. Four o'clock. Sounds good.

Okay. I'll... I'll see you then.

Holy shit. Did you see that, Jamie?

He just fucking jumped like
a little school girl. That was classic.

Don't be a prick, Lyle.

- Hey, Erik.
- Hey, Jamie.

- You goin' somewhere?
- Yeah, I just gotta run a few errands.

Okay. Well, hurry back. Jamie and me
just bought a shit ton of Halloween candy.

Not the cheap shit. We got the good shit!

- You know how much I love Halloween!
- Yeah.

Gotta keep up
the family tradition, Erik.

Erik!

Please, come in. Have a seat.

You look amazing.
It is so good to see you, young man.

Erik, come in.

- I'm really glad you called.
- Yeah, me too.

So... ...you are feeling... what?

Yeah, I've just been kind of...

suicidal.

Okay.

Erik, why... why don't you have a seat?

Um...

What I talk about here, like,

no one's listening, right?

- Like, you're not recording this?
- No.

And you can't tell anybody
what I tell you?

Well, now, when you came to me before
about the, burglary conviction,

that silly stuff
that you're way beyond now,

the court mandated that
I tell your parents what we talked about.

But now, obviously...

I mean, they're...

You think we could
just go for a walk, maybe?

Yeah, I... I've just been
having these nightmares,

like, every night,
about my mom and my dad.

And in these nightmares,
they're getting killed?

Yeah, mostly.

It's like, in the dream,
I'm there, and I'm reliving it.

But it's in, like, slow motion.

And I'm standing there,

and my mom gets shot
in the stomach and then the leg

'cause her knee practically exploded.

- Right?
- Yeah.

And she keeps getting shot,
but she won't, um... die.

And my dad's face gets blown off,
like, again and again and again.

And his face is just gone,
and there's smoke everywhere.

- This is every night, this dream?
- Yeah, pretty much.

That's " Thriller."

Kid's dressed up like Michael Jackson
from "Thriller."

Why do you want to kill yourself, Erik?

I mean, what... what would that solve?

- Trick or treat!
- Let's go. Come on.

All right!

- Trick or treat.
- Here we go!

My God.

- You dropped your sword, bud.
- Thank you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you. Happy Halloween!

- Here you go.
- What are you dressed as?

What?

I'm Tom Cruise!

From Cocktail.

Duh. Fucking iconic.

Hey. Is this the house
where those parents got...

Got what?

Shot?

Well, why don't you come inside
and have a look?

How about you get the fuck off my property

before I shove that fucking Snickers bar
all the way up your ass, cowboy?

He was a great man, my dad.

A lot of people didn't know that.

He, um... He started working for Hertz,

and then he made his way
into the movie business.

He was on the money side,
behind the scenes stuff,

but he was every bit as influential
as Spielberg or Scorsese.

Sure, yeah.

So I thought maybe
I should write a book about him,

just because, you know,
he had all these goals

and he wanted to be a senator.

Did you know that?

He wanted to be the first
Cuban-American senator in Florida.

Well, he'd have to move to Florida,
though, right?

Yeah. He was gonna move us there.
We were gonna be like the Kennedys.

See, this will all be in the book. Um...

He also thought that, Lyle and me,

that we could be, president someday.

And that's why he was so hard on us, just...

all the time.

He was, just...

really...

What's going on, Erik?

So...

We did it. My brother and I...

You shot them?

Yeah.

Okay. Um...

What do you think? Maybe we should go
back to the office and talk about it.

Okay. Okay.

Do you feel any better

after having told me that?

- A little.
- Okay.

Erik,

I'm gonna need you to walk me through
what happened, if you can.

Okay, but you're not recording this.

I'm not recording this.

Why do you need to know that, though?

- I just need to talk through my feelings.
- Yes.

And... telling me what happened
is the best way to do that.

I guess the plan started

when I was watching this movie,
Billionaire Boys Club.

He was scared, really scared.

It's about these kids who had
these rich parents, and they kill them.

The kids do.

And it just got me thinking

'cause it seemed exactly like our lives.
Lyle's and mine.

- Frank shot him in the head.
- Lyle, look at this.

The blood started seeping,

so we quickly
wrapped him up in the comforter

and took him out to the car.

So we just started
talking casually about it.

What it would be like

to have this negative,
controlling force gone from our lives.

So we quickly made a plan.

I wanted to do it soon, before we lost
the nerve to go through with it.

But Lyle wanted to take the time,
really plan it out.

So we agreed we'd do it
in about a week, and probably on a Sunday.

- And why on a Sunday?
- Well, the maid was off on weekends.

Wow, that's it?

You just... you watched a movie,

and you decided
to kill your parents, Erik.

Why?

Why what?

- Why did we do it?
- Yes, Erik.

Parricide is a very, very serious
course of action to take.

What's parricide?

When you kill your parents.

And, of course, Erik,
it's not unheard of.

It happens.

One in every four murders
involves a family member.

Really?

Wow. Okay.

All these cases are different,

but most...
involve aggravating circumstances.

Yeah, well, they were really aggravating.

No, I mean, there's abuse.

There's disputes over money.

Your father was very controlling.
You and I have talked about that.

Erik, you watched a movie,
and you decided to kill your parents.

Most... people don't do that.

Yeah.

Well, they don't know my dad.

Game. O'Connell leads
five games to one.

What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?

What the fuck are you doing, Erik?

Jesus! You little piece of shit!

What have we been working on?!

- Jesus!
- Mr. Menendez!

No! Don't you fucking touch me!

Twenty-five thousand fucking dollars!
Get the fuck out of here. You're fired.

- Stop. Would you just go--
- Erik!

Hold the fucking position!

Was your father physically abusive, Erik?

Washington.

Olympia.

South Dakota. South Dakota.

Pass.

South Dakota!

Fuck! Fuck!

Honey. Whoa!

Dumb fucking shit. It's Pierre!

Pierre!

I cannot believe you go to Princeton.
I can't believe it.

I can't believe you go to Princeton.

No. Not really.

That was your fucking last chance.

You hear me? What did I tell you?

- You pulled that shit like a little bitch!
- Stop. Stop.

- That was a bad call.
- Bad call?

- It was behind the line!
- Bad call, my ass! Get in there!

Shut the door.

Just...

Very... domineering.

Okay.

And why would you kill your mom?

Um...

She was addicted to our dad.

He had an affair.

And she started drinking a lot,
taking these pills.

She was... suicidal.

So we thought that was a sign
that her life had no value.

And this was us, kind of...

putting her out of her misery.

There was this thing that happened.

Lyle was home. He'd gotten
kicked out of Princeton for plagiarism.

- Fucking loathsome piece of shit!
- Okay, okay!

- You fucking faggot!
- What are you gonna do about it?

Are you gonna hit me? I'll tell you what!
I want you to hit me right now!

Shut the fuck up!

- Don't touch me!
- Let's see it, old man. Come on!

They just wouldn't stop.
And then my mom got involved.

I love her. And I think
that you should understand, Mom.

You're 20 years old.
You are not getting married.

No way.

Why should I listen to you two
when you got married at my age?

- She's a whore! Out for my money!
- Look at how it turned out!

Look at my happy marriage.

You're a hypocrite.
And I don't care what you say!

- I'm marrying her!
- Hypocrite? Don't you dare call me that!

She's not coming from a good family,
and it's not going to happen.

- Not in a million years.
- Dad! Dad!

- I am trying to save you.
- No.

You don't get to say when you did
the same thing when you were my age, Mom!

You are the hypocrite! What about this?

Ay yai yai.

Give that to me. Put it on.

All right, boy.

It's okay.

Boy, boy, boy.

Lyle!

How-- How long have you had that?

Like, three years ago? Four?

I didn't know that?
How come I didn't know that?

Because I didn't want you to know!
That's the fucking point, Erik!

Nobody's supposed to know!

Jamie doesn't even know.

Down on Wilshire,
it's the... hair replacement center.

Something about that...

Seeing my brother...

who I idolized, right?

Who always...

protected me.

And seeing him

so vulnerable like that.

It just screws in?

It's more-- It's more like it,
hooks on.

Dad made me.

I just saw him.

And I suddenly saw how cruel it was,
what was going on in that house.

And, um...

I finally told him.

What?

What did you tell him?

Just that, I loved him.

And that from now on, I was going
to choose my brother over my parents.

Is that when
it all changed for you, that moment?

Yeah. And that's when I saw the movie.

And in that moment,
I knew it was going to happen.

I knew we were going
to go through with it.

We didn't have to say a word about it.
It just had its own... gravity.

So we went to this gun store in West LA.

For a handgun,
that's a two-week waiting period.

- Wait, what? No way.
- That is, like, my right.

Preaching to the choir, dude.
Thank Jerry Brown for that.

The fucking California Uniform
Firearm Act. It's complete bullshit.

Fuck!

So all's I needs
is a California driver's license.

So we tried this place
in Orange County.

You each gotta show me your license
and you get the guns.

Fuck that! That is illegal!

I'm an American citizen.
An American citizen has certain rights.

It's in the Constitution!

The problem was Lyle's license was
suspended from all his speeding tickets.

And I didn't have my real license on me,
just my fake.

Fuck!

- These would be good against intruders?
- Hell yeah.

And finally,
we found this Big 5 in San Diego

where you could get a shotgun
with just one ID.

Okay, and then I'll just need your ID.

At Big 5, you need two forms of ID
to cash a check,

but just one to buy shotguns.

So, I used my fake.

After that, we got the alibi all
set up with Lyle's friend Perry Berman.

Hello.

Hey, what's up, butt face?

Yeah, I'll meet you at the Taste of L.A.
I haven't been there in years.

So, it was set.

And it was Sunday.

So we had to do it then.

We're really gonna do this?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay. We're gonna do this.

We're gonna do this.

We're gonna do this. We're gonna do this.
We're gonna do this. We're gonna do this!

Okay, let's go do this right now.

Okay. You have to shoot first,
so that you don't back out.

What?

Okay.

I love you, Erik.

I love you.

He hasn't said a word
in 24 hours.

What are you doing? What is that?

No!

I'll finish off Mom.

They worked together
for a long time...

Pick up the shells.

Come here. Come on.

- Lyle, can you drive?
- I don't think I can drive.

Let's go up Coldwater.

Are you having trouble hearing me?

The 9:50 screening of Batman.

Yeah, but it's 10:40 now.

I know, but that's the one we wanna see.
Can you help me out here?

My girlfriend is in there.

Tell her the last half is the best.

We heard the first half sucks,
and, that it ruins the rest of it.

So, we just... we wanna see the last half.

It's theater policy. We can't sell
tickets after 15 minutes.

- Okay, fine. Fuck!
- Fuck.

Please stop swearing at me.

Okay. Give me two tickets
to the fucking 10:55, I guess.

Slower, please.

- Thanks.
- Enjoy the show.

You know what? Hey, Erik, Erik, Erik!
Fuck it, let's just go to Taste of L.A.

Lyle, what are we doing?

Just get in the fucking car, Erik.

Those tickets are useless now.
Let's just go.

Wow.

Wow.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Is this Edam?

Yeah, it's a smoked Edam.

It's creamy is what it is.

Here, Erik, try this.

You know what, though?
I wouldn't pair it with a Chablis.

Lyle, I think we should just go.

- Will you calm the fuck down?
- We're too late. Perry's not here.

So? I am enjoying some fine wine
and some fine cheese,

and I'm making sure that people see us.

Because we've been here,
what, four hours now.

You know what they say,
"Time flies when you're at the Taste!"

There's no one here.

- Beverly Hills emergency.
- Yes. Police...

Lyle!

- What's the problem?
- Some...

What's the problem, sir?

Somebody killed my parents.

Pardon me?

Somebody killed my parents!

Mom!

How do you feel?

Not good. Um, um...

Um, Erik, Erik, just take me back
to that night.

No. No.

What the fuck kind of therapist are you?
I came here to feel better.

Then how can I make you feel better, Erik?

I came here so that you'd tell me
I'm not a bad person.

Tell me I'm not a bad person.

You killed your mom and dad, Erik.

I know. I know.

But...

I'm not a bad person.

I'm not.

Will you just say it?

You're not a bad person, Erik.

I'm having these nightmares,
and I can't sleep,

and I'm living in a house
that I shot my parents in.

And I can't sleep,
and every night, it's a nightmare.

And every night I'm in that house,

it's this nightmare where
I'm shooting them and they just don't die.

And they don't stop.

The only way they stop
is when I shoot myself.

That's when I can sleep is
when I blow my own head off.

Okay.

Erik.

Erik, you're safe. You're safe here, okay?

I strongly suggest we do something.

I think we should call Lyle.
And I think he should come here right now.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Trick or treat.

Yep. There you go.

Hey, can I get another one?

What the fuck you talking about?
Those are king-size Snickers.

- You know how generous that is?
- Jeez. I'm just asking.

Motherfucker!

How about you go back to fucking Van Nuys,
you poor fucking piece of shit?

- Yeah? Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

And nice, cheap-ass costume, you pussy!

Fucking kids.

- Hello?
- Lyle.

It's Dr. Oziel. I want you to come
into the office. Erik's here.

What?

Lyle, he's told me everything.

What? No. Put him on the phone!

No, come down to the office right now,
and, we can talk about it.

Put my fucking brother
on the phone right now!

No, I'm not gonna do that, Lyle.

Come down to the office,
and you can talk to him in person.

This is important.

Fucking...

Fuck!

I think he's on his way down.

Erik, you did the right thing telling me.

Now, I gotta ask you to stay right here.

I gotta get some coffee 'cause
I feel like this is gonna be a long night.

Just... just don't... don't leave.
I'll be right back.

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

- Hello?
- Judalon, listen to me.

- Come down to the office.
- Who the fuck do you think you are?

- You're fucking your wife again.
- Shit.

"I'm sorry. Let's have a better marriage."

"Let's fuck,
and I'll tell Judalon it's over.

- Well, fuck you, Jerry!
- Shut up and listen!

Erik just confessed to the murders.

Lyle is on his way.

My life may be in danger.

I need you here to be a witness.

- No. I'm not coming down there.
- Yes, you are.

- So they can fucking kill me?
- No! He won't!

Nobody's killing you! Just get here now.

What? Jerry!

What?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Fuck! Motherfuck! Go!

Go forward!

You been, waiting long?

Doctors, right?

What the fuck did you tell him?

- Lyle, have a seat.
- Shut the fuck up. I'm not talking to you.

What did you say to him?
What did you tell him?

About what? About Mom and Dad?

Because we don't know who killed them.

I told him everything.

Okay. Everything about what?

How it was probably the mafia?
How the mob probably did it?

Lyle, the nightmares I was having, I...
I had to tell somebody.

He told me everything.

Okay, I don't know what that means,
"He told me everything!"

I don't know what "everything" is.

Just because he said it,
doesn't mean it's true!

Lyle...

I was afraid I...
I was going to kill myself.

Lyle, please.

Will you shut the fuck up, please?
I'm talking to my brother!

We killed them.

We shot them.

- Who the fuck was that?
- What?

Who the fuck was that?

I have no idea.

This office is soundproof.

Will you sit down,
please, Lyle? It's okay.

- It's okay?
- Will you just sit?

Tell me how it's okay.

If Erik and I killed our fucking parents,
how would that be okay?

Lyle, you don't...
you don't have a gun, do you?

Okay, this is confidential.

Anything you say here, it's confidential.

Everything you tell me or your brother,
I can't tell anyone,

so it's okay if you just--

- If I what?
- If you tell me what's in your pocket!

- Please don't do this.
- You sit down, Erik!

I don't know what I'm supposed to do
with you! I don't know who you are!

I don't have a brother!

I just needed to tell somebody.

Well, then you fucking tell me!
You fucking tell me!

I mean, fuck! Why the fuck would you
make up something like this, Erik?

It's not a lie, Lyle. We did it!

Lyle, tell me what is in your pocket.

It's a fucking king-size Snickers, okay?

I just gave away 300 of these
at our house.

Kids love our place. We're good people.

You ruined my favorite
fucking night of the year.

With, you know, this, um, lying.

- It's not a lie.
- Will you shut the fuck up?

- Dr. Oziel can't tell--
- Shut up and let me think!

Because if we did do it,
then we'd just kill you.

- Lyle.
- Wouldn't we?

I don't think that's a good idea.

- Are you afraid, Dr. Oziel?
- Lyle!

I choose not to live in fear.

Neither did my dad.

Just because my brother
tells you something,

does not make it true, Dr. Oziel.

Lyle, Dr. Oziel can't tell anybody.
Why can't you just understand that?

Nobody was ever gonna
fucking find out, Erik!

Nobody was ever gonna fucking find out!

It was the perfect crime.

And he would have been proud, even.

He would have been fucking proud.
You said so.

Nobody is ever gonna find out,
isn't that right?

Whatever we say in here, we can't be
charged with that in court, so it's okay.

And we could just say
that he was doing a... What?

A mental exercise?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You are correct. I can't tell anybody.

Anybody.

I just needed to talk to somebody.

Lyle, please sit down.

I think maybe this could be a good thing.

What?

Let's just say for a moment
that you get convicted.

- Wait, you said that--
- I'm not gonna say--

I can't tell anyone, all right?
Are we clear about that?

If you get caught,
I will not be the reason.

However, if, say somebody saw...

I could be your lifeline.

How?

Because I'd know what really happened
if you tell me everything.

I could tell the court
that you were scared.

The controlling father,
that you just couldn't take it.

There are different
kinds of murders, you know?

There's crimes of passion
where you just... ...snap.

Rather than, you know,
something more thought out.

Something premeditated,
like a... a sociopathic murder.

So which is it then...

do you think?

Are we sociopaths, Dr. Oziel?

Well, no, that's why I think
you should come tell me the whole story.

So you think so?

Yeah, I do.

- Erik, come on.
- I really do.

I really think you should come back.
I think I can help you through this.

Actually... what are you gonna do now?

- Are you gonna call Diane Sawyer?
- What?

I'm asking you what you're going to do
right now with this information.

Nothing.

I'm gonna go have dinner with my wife.

Okay.

All right.

Good luck, Dr. Oziel.

I'm on Rexford.

Okay.

I'll drive you.

- I'm sorry, Lyle.
- No. No.

It's okay.

- We know what we have to do now.
- What?

We have to kill him.