All language subtitles for nine.perfect.strangers.s02e06

Your dad's David Sharpe?

- Yeah.
- What is he like then?

He's a genius.

My father is dead.
My mother, too.

- What happened?
- War.

My dad died when I was a kid, too.

And I just don't really like
talking about it.

- Why do you hate your mom?
- I adore her.

But she's never adored me

or, uh, even really liked me.

We'll have a mother-daughter
slumber party.

Are you on your way to your mother?
But she's waiting for you.

Mom!

Tell me that you're gonna love me
the way I am, please.

I thought that you were
passionate about music.

And if she's really gone forever,
I don't know what I'm doing here anymore.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I wrote to you.

I waited for you.

You never came.

I know you need money.

I don't want you
doing this out of guilt for my daughter.

Our daughter.

Hm.
You think he is playing me?

Can we accept help from someone

who has done what he's done?

Because when I'm with him,

I am with my daughter's murderer.

I know this.

But then I look in his eyes,
I see her eyes,

and he feels like family.

This is-- it's very frightening to me.

Masha, your daughter
was killed in an accident.

It was random, a cruel twist of fate.

And as much as you try
and make sense of the universe,

as much as you want to retrofit
your story with meaning,

sometimes things are meaningless.

Sometimes there's just shit
and nothing else.

But if we accept his help,

he needs to atone for what he has done.

Or you could choose to forgive him.

No.

That forgiveness
isn't solely mine to give.

I'm here and I'm safe.
I'm here and I'm safe.

I'm here, I'm safe.
I'm here, I'm safe.

I'm here. I'm safe.

Hi.

Hi.

- Sorry if I--
- No, no.

You have nothing--
you have nothing to apologize for.

It was actually--
it was really nice talking to you.

- Imogen?
- Yeah?

Why are you here?
Where-- where is your mother?

Uh, not with me.

What? Why?

Uh, because she blew me off,

so you can probably find her
still passed out on the couch

holding her Mother of the Year award.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Hey!

Hey, are-- are you okay?

Oh, yes, I'm fine, darling.

Really?

I'm just resting
after all of yesterday's fun.

Yeah.

Okay.
Come on, we... get up.

Ah, yes, well, the problem is,
I don't think I can.

It seems I'm too weak to move.

What-- at all?

Um, first, my leg gives out, and now I...

I can't control my hand.

Um, do you want me to call your doctor?

No!

No, please, darling.

It's not as though I have anywhere to be.

I just need a little bit of time
to gather my strength.

Oh.
Look, I can wiggle my pinky.

Ta-da!

Alright, come on, up.

- Okay.
- I'll help you, come on.

Oh, well done, well done.

Thank you, darling.
Wonderful.

So, you just-- you just go off
by yourself.

I just need another hour or so, okay?

You sure?

Darling, there's nothing
anyone can do for me.

- Go.
- Okay.

Although, if you do stumble
upon something cold, French, and dry,

I could find the strength to swallow it.

When are you going to tell her?

Oh, screw it.
She can think whatever she wants.

I'm her unreliable
but irresistibly fabulous mother

drowning herself in pills, booze,
and adorable men.

You can't go on like this forever.

I know.
Luckily, I don't have forever left.

Agnes!

Good morning, Sister.

Looks like God made a boo-boo
and put you down here with me.

So much for a lifetime in His service.

Ho-ho!
Good morning.

What? It's funny.

Where did you even get that thing?

I got it in the village,
while you were being arrested.

It's-- it's handmade.
Only 500 euro.

Oh, what a steal.

It's an antique. And...

- I got one for you.
- You got one for me.

- I did. Oh.
- You got one for me.

Open it, Sister, please.

- Please, I'm so lonely.
- Oh, she's beautiful.

- I need a friend.
- Hello!

Will you be my friend?

- Yes, I'll be your friend.
- Yes.

- Dance with me, come on.
- There you, you're my friend!

- You're my friend.
- Come to the dark side.

- How did it go last night?
- It worked.

Hmm.

It worked beautifully.

- You unearthed his trauma?
- Mm.

- Did you?
- Yes.

We, uh, worked through a lot
of traumatic moments,

but it was a big breakthrough.

Does he want to invest?

I didn't ask him, but I will.

So, now, um, now that you've tested it...

Yes, we can use it on the others.
It should be Peter.

Peter should be first.

It was a one-night stand
in Prague, and she got pregnant?

Yeah, and she had a daughter.

- Our daughter.
- And you believe her?

Why would she lie?
Why wouldn't she lie?

I thought you didn't care
about the money.

Look, I don't care
about the money, alright, Dad?

I care about somebody
taking advantage of you

because you couldn't keep it
in your pants 25 years ago.

And Jesus, you were still
married to Mom back then.

And when, precisely, do you think she
took up with that lion tamer, hm?

He was a wildlife conservationist, okay?

- Until the mauling.
- Yeah, and you paid his medical bills.

Look, you honestly think
I'm a mark, is that it?

Either I'm a calculating hegemonic
capitalist overlord, or I'm a mark.

- Which is it?
- Oh, my God.

This place is weird, okay?

She's weird.

I just don't want to see you
taken advantage of again, alright?

Look, I had that worry too,
but she hasn't asked me for anything.

Not a penny.

And the little girl is dead,
so you don't have to worry

about your inheritance
that you find so burdensome.

- You know, I'm gonna go.
- Where are you going?

Have a one-on-one with the lady
that's trying to hustle my dad.

Son, we don't love you any less.

I know it's a shock,
but nothing's gonna change.

Well, something is going to change.

Well, yeah, something will change.

Um, we're gonna live separately now.

Look, I know it's a lot to take in, pal,
but do you have any questions for us?

- What happened?
- Well, we just, uh...

Just tell him.

We've grown apart.

We still have a lot of love
for one another, but people change,

you know, and sometimes they change
too much to live happily together.

Is it my fault?

- No.
- Oh, no, of course not, honey.

How could you think that?
David, tell him how silly that is.

Dad... who's that?

Dad, where are you going?

Dad!

Take a deep breath.

- Deep breath.
- Dad?!

You're here.

- You're here with me.
- Dad?

Where is he?
He was just here.

You were in a difficult memory
in your childhood.

- Take a deep breath, you're safe.
- What did you give me?

It's a very low dose.
You tolerated it beautifully.

So, try to stay in the memory,
let it wash through you.

No, no, no, no, you--
You're talking shit.

W-W-What did you do with my dad?

No, your dad is fine.
That's what I'm saying.

You were in a childhood trauma,

and you're still in your child state
a little bit, so--

That's bullshit.
You're lying to me.

You're like everybody else.

- You're just after his money.
- All I wanna do is help

your relationship with your father.

You're after his money,
I need to go find my dad.

Your father is fine.

- I gotta find my dad.
- Stay calm.

Stay away from me, okay?
Don't follow me.

You're safe here.

Don't come near me.

Where are you going, Peter?

I'm gonna go tell them!
I'm gonna go tell them!

Oh, gorgeous, darling, thank you.

You're welcome.

Could you help me?

- Let me, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Did you sleep okay?

- Yeah, fine.
- Where did you sleep?

Do you care?

- Well, well, well!
- Jesus, Brian!

If it isn't the two lovebirds.

They're trying to have
a private conversation.

There is no privacy
in the depths of hell!

Guys, come on.

That's enough.

That's very emotionally connected
puppeteering, Agnes.

- Really?
- Yeah, you really got

- a knack for this.
- Thank you!

Hello, darling, did you sleep well?

- Mm, yes, thank you.
- We should have our own show.

Guys, we need to leave!

We need to leave right now!

- Right fucking now!
- What is going on?

It's Masha.
She is insane!

Okay, totally fucking bonkers.

She has brainwashed my father

into thinking that he is the father
of her dead child,

and then she held down my tongue
with some bondage gear,

and then-- and now he's missing.
He ab...

- What the fuck are those?
- They're antique marionettes.

I bought them from this guy
whose grandfather made them

in some Czechoslovakian prison camp.

I hate them.

I fucking hate them. Burn them.

Burn them!

Peter, come on,
let's try to calm down, yeah?

Come, take deep breaths.

- No, I won't fucking calm down. Okay?
- Oh!

I just need to figure out
what the fuck is going on.

- What did you do to me?
- I can't be certain,

but I believe you're just suffering
from the repercussions

of an unresolved intradermal treatment.

Why does he get to be shot up
with the good stuff?

I didn't ask for the good stuff, okay?

I did not consent for the good stuff!

Yes, you did, actually.
It's in the notarized paperwork...

Okay.
...that you were all required to submit

before being admitted into the program.

That's all.

- Just listen, okay?
- Okay, back it up.

- Listen to me.
- No.

She is fucking with our minds.

She is manipulating
every single one of us.

That's what she's supposed to do.

I did see some cameras.

Where the hell did you see a camera?

They're everywhere.

Ew, I hope they're not in the bedroom.

I hope she hasn't recorded us,
unless we get a percentage of the release.

Oh God.
Mother, porn's free now.

Well, you get what you pay for.

But I need to find my dad.

- I'm gonna go get my dad, okay?
- No. Peter?

Peter, your father's fine.

- Yeah?
- What did she give to me?

It's just a more potent blend
of the medication

that you've already received before, yeah?

It's optimized specifically
for your cerebral metrics.

- It's absolutely safe.
- Then what was the whole ball gag thing?

Oh, wow, this is getting interesting.

- No, it's a mouth guard.
- Well, semantics.

Now, my brain's melting.

- Great!
- Your brain's not melting.

You're dehydrated, Peter.

- No, I'm bleeding.
- How does it work?

How does it work?

This is the next phase
in my therapeutic work,

and it is potentially
an enormous breakthrough.

We use prompts.

We use prompts to take you
back to a core trauma,

and then we use the medication

to make it feel as though you
are experiencing it for the first time.

We dredge up those feelings
and those fears

that are buried in that memory,
and we burn them away,

and together, we build a new one.

A new memory?

A new response to that memory.
It's a new closure, a new truth.

Who would like to go next?

No, no.
You guys are insane, okay?

- You're traitors!
- Matteo.

I would like to work with you today.

What?

- He didn't even put up his hand.
- Okay.

My mother and I will go.

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

I'm not really comfortable
with these experimental drugs.

You're not even going to acknowledge it?

- Sorry?
- Last night?

You ditched me.

I fell asleep waiting for you.

You knocked yourself out

so you wouldn't have to spend
time alone with me,

like you always do.

- Masha?
- Yes?

Could I just be there for my daughter
as a sort of prompt...

- Trigger.
- ...without taking the medication myself?

Yes, wouldn't want to compromise
her sobriety, would we?

Yes, Martin will be able
to guide you both.

- Of course.
- Does anyone care

- about my missing father?
- No, your father is not missing, Peter.

Your father is safe and he is resting.

You need to tell me where my dad is.

David is on the other side.

- The other side?
- What other side?

If you want to find your father,
I suggest you explore the spa.

It's on the other side of the hotel.

There's another side to this hotel?

The Other Side.

I'm coming, Dad!

Do you think he's coming back?
Are any of them coming back?

I don't know, but Masha said explore,
so maybe we just... explore.

But did she mean that literally

or metaphysically?

Ooh, I'm definitely feeling this tea!

- You think?
- Ooh. Yeah.

Alright, gang.

Here's what we know.
There's another side to this place, right?

- And it has a spa.
- Mm!

- Just like you wanted, right, babe?
- Mm.

Yes, I was very much looking forward
to the spa a couple days ago.

- Cheers.
- Tina.

Look, I know that we said
some-- some pretty heavy shit

- to each other last night.
- Baby, we didn't say some shit.

You said some shit, alright?
I-- I was open,

and vulnerable, and honest with you,

- just like you want me to be.
- Okay.

- All the time.
- Fair enough.

But now that we are in
this new space of openness,

I think we should just sit with that.

And I also think that maybe we should
sit with it in a giant vat of heated wine.

Wait, vinotherapy?

- Yes.
- It's Austria.

It is.

I did hear that the--
you know, that the grape enzymes

are really good
for the vascular structure of the skin.

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, I don't have a swimsuit.

- Can't do it. No.
- Oh, Agnes, it's Europe. Be free.

Maybe you need to see
a nude body or two

- before this is all over, right?
- Yeah, how about this one?

- Listen--
- Or maybe just your own.

I have a-- a couple thongs upstairs
that'll be fine.

Don't scare her.

- Or they probably have a gift shop.
- Ah!

- Gift shop.
- Gift shop, yeah!

Yeah!

Should we get some souvenirs?

Yes!
Thongs for everybody!

You have done this before?

I will now begin
the delivery of the medication.

So, as this light just turned on,

that indicates that the medication
is beginning to enter the bloodstream.

I've never really
understood psychedelics.

Why alter your consciousness?

Most people just need
a stiff drink and a good cry.

I do that all the time, Mother.

Along with talk therapy,

cognitive behavioral therapy,
EMDR.

Equine therapy,
where you touch horses.

Okay, it's starting.

Um, lie back and try to relax.

Okay.

So, what do I do,
just make a wish or something?

You may set an intention,
something you wish to see, maybe.

I wanna go back to when I was little.

To when we were a family.

I don't want you going there alone.

Really?

You sure?

Okay, um, Imogen,
I will slow down the influx

- of the medication...
- Okay.

...so that you can go on
this journey with your daughter.

Just give me a moment, yeah?
I'll be right back.

I'll go and grab another kit for you.

Thank you, Mommy.

Let there be light!

Hey, is that Peter?

Peter!

- Yeah!
- Are you okay, buddy?

Yeah!
I'm gonna go save my dad!

He's on The Other Side!

Well... do you know where you're going?

I have a map!

Oh, he's tripping balls!

Follow me!

I just wanna see
what my princess thinks of our new house.

- It's good!
- Go on, honey, go on.

It also has a pool, darling.

Can I see the bedrooms first?

Of course.

Where am I?

You need to stay very still.

Uh, ex-- excuse me.

Oh, good.
You're awake.

Was it you?

- How are you feeling?
- Fine.

Oh, I have something for you.

Feeling better?

Uh, n-no, thank you.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

Squeeze it.

You're never alone
when you have friends.

Very important message.

You're never alone
when you have friends.

Are you happy in your new home?

So happy.

So is Jessie Bear,

but she's so excited,
she can't sleep.

I know.

And all because of Daddy's hard work.

Do you know he's a hero?

Like-- like this character here.

We should give him a Greek god name.
Hmm.

Daddeus.

So, Daddy's a hero
because he built a satellite?

Oh, it's a very special satellite.

What's so special about it?

Mm, well...

- It will keep people safe.
- How?

Because it can find anything
in the whole world.

If I got lost, could it find me?

Oh, of course.
It's especially good

at finding lost children.

But I would never lose you,
beauty girl, never ever, hm?

You're always safe
when you're with your mommy.

Okay.

Dad?

Dad?

- Dad, where are you?
- Sir.

Sir, please, keep your voice down.

- My dad, where is he?!
- He's resting.

Hey, pal.

Dad?

Dad?

Oh, look,
you still got that thing on.

Dad?

Daddy?

Can you come swimming with me?

Here near the front line, Signal Op

continues to allow
their missile guidance systems

to destroy infrastructure
and kill innocent civilians.

We found you
and your friends unconscious

on the soccer field.

Everyone inside the building was killed.

Yes.

Yes, I know, my parents
were both teachers.

- You're in shock.
- No.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm not.
This is the opposite of shock.

They were dead then,
and they are still dead, so...

It's not changing.

Okay, uh...

fuck Peter, marry Wolfie.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

Although I refuse to enter
a marriage of convenience.

Oh!

And kill--

Imogen.

You were waiting on that one.

It's funny how this game
helps you understand

how you really feel about people.

So, what does everybody think?

- About the game?
- No, about the retreat.

Is it helping?
Are we fixed yet?

Are you fixed, Brian?

Oh, God, I don't know,

I guess they're the same memories

I've been obsessing over for years,
but this was--

it wasn't like I was remembering it,
I was living it again.

Mm.

And now, it all feels kind of... fine?

Like, if you could live your life
with the benefit of hindsight,

sort of pre-forgiving yourself.

A nun, a disgraced puppeteer,

and two dykes walk into a wine bath...

Okay, I must say,
I do feel lighter.

Honey, that's 'cause
you're floating in wine.

- Come here.
- What are you doing?

I feel like a part of me is waking up.

- Don't you?
- I haven't had fun...

like I've had fun today
in a really long time.

Aw, group hug!

You know,
all the psychedelic bullshit aside...

I've been hiding for a long time,
and this is...

this is the first time...

in a long time...

- ...that I've had friends.
- Aw.

And you're never alone

when you have friends.

- That was a horrible impression!
- It was bad!

- Horrible!
- It was an homage.

Aha!

Here.

Drink this.
You need electrolytes.

You're dehydrated.

You'll be okay, Petey.

I had one of those things on me

for God knows how many hours,
I'm absolutely fine.

No adverse effects.

Well, apart from when she tried
to brainwash you

into thinking that you
had sired her dead child.

Oh, Dad.
You actually believe her, don't you?

Look, it's possible.

I certainly remember meeting her...

sleeping with her.

The timing is right.

She said she sent me letters.
Maybe she did.

They would have been destroyed
long before they got to me.

Look, what's important right now,
Peter, is what Masha's got here.

She's on the edge of something
that could change the world.

What she showed me last night...

the memories, vivid memories...

the intensity of connection.

Oh, I-- I don't wanna hear
about it, please.

Look, look, look, listen, listen.
What she showed me last night

doesn't require any buy-in.

You take the meds,
you follow her prompts,

you let her guide you, and then
you're back in those memories.

And I'll tell you something,
those memories are more vivid

than they were first time round.

Tell me you didn't
experience that yourself.

She's sitting on an incredible product.

It sells itself.

And she's swimming in debt.

Imagine the opportunity.

What are you talking about?

A business.

It's like all these satellites,
all these signals firing away.

They're useless unless you have
the technology to guide them.

I found that.
She found this.

She has the technology
to unlock a revolution

in human development.

And you know something,
I only found her because of you.

I would have missed it.

And I'm so proud
that you're here with me now.

Because this,
all of this is gonna be ours.

- Beautiful.
- What's beautiful?

Butterflies all around.

- Oh.
- Look at them.

They're everywhere.

Oh.

Around the plants.

Oh!
Look at that.

Oh.
It's around you, it's...

It's so perfect they are here now.

I don't understand.
Tell me.

The butterflies, I once read...

they are...

um, they are symbols,
the souls of the dead.

Ah.

They move through purgatory
on their way to paradise.

I ask about them when I was a child
and they told me this.

And so, I thought how beautiful
was this painting in this place.

How beautiful that they were there...

to fly through my room like this
to say goodbye one last time.

Why are you resisting?

You're resisting
interfacing with the trauma.

- You're fighting the memory.
- I remember.

Your family died.

- I know.
- So, you need to feel it.

- We can treat this pain.
- I-- no, no, I-I-- I don't.

- You tell me--
- I don't want this.

I want my pain.

Because my pain is mine.

I don't understand.

These people, they think
that they want to run away

from their sadness.

To bury it in the grave.

Or to wear it like a...

like a badge.

My family...

I miss them so much.

Every day.

I don't want not to miss them.
To forget that they are gone.

My pain, as you say,
my grief, it's happened to me.

But it's not all that I am.

I'm a boy who was loved.

And lost this love.

The thing that everyone--
everyone fears most in their life,

and it's happened to me,
so, yes, there is pain.

But there is no fear of loss, because...

I already lost.

So, I can have nothing to fear.

There is only one me.

And isn't that wonderful?

Yes.

What--

What are you doing?

The session is complete.

You are free to go.

Oh. Was it okay?

Perfect.

♪ Teach, cheat, part, trap ♪

♪ You have my heart,
I want it back ♪

♪ God, dog, devil, lived ♪

♪ The giver takes,
the taker gives ♪

Daddy?

Daddy?

♪ Kiss spells ssik ♪

♪ The vacuum feeding ♪

♪ Words hold words ♪

- Hey, Victoria?
- ♪ Hold words ♪

You're gonna be okay.

Daddy!

What's going on?

She's okay. Try to relax here, Imogen.
Just try to relax.

- Everything's okay.
- What's going on with my mom?!

Imogen, you have to--
okay, Imogen.

♪ Dog, devil, lived ♪

♪ The giver takes,
the taker gives ♪

What's happening?

Are you okay?

Hey, what's wrong?
What's happening?

- What's happening?
- She had a bad reaction.

- Okay.
- She's still breathing right now.

- She's just unresponsive.
- Victoria, can you hear me?

Can you just stay here with her?
I called an ambulance.

Did he give her the medication?

It's under control.
I called an ambulance.

What happened? She took the medication?

She requested it.

It wasn't calibrated for her.

What?

Why didn't you tell me that?

She cannot fucking wake up!

Fuck!

Oh, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Am I still high?
- Is that...?

She appears to have suffered a seizure,
secondary to asphyxiation.

Is your mother taking any medication?

Um, I think she might be taking
something for her blood pressure.

- I don't really know what else.
- Actually, there is more.

She has ALS.

Early-stage ALS.

- And you are?
- My name is Matteo, sir.

I'm her boyfriend and her, uh...

caregiver.

W-What?

Imogen, I'm so sorry.
She wanted to tell you, just...

could never find the right time, so.

I knew this was a mistake.

- Putting this place in your hands.
- I didn't cause it.

Martin, he went against my orders.

How do you expect any of your guests

to accept responsibility
for their mistakes

if you refuse to accept
responsibility for yours?

I need you to cancel whatever grand finale
you have planned.

No.
I'm not doing that.

Fix this mess.
Then, the retreat is over.

I can't do that.

You came to me a broken woman,
but I thought we managed to fix you.

- I was wrong.
- Stop it, please.

You're still a mess.

- You need to do a lot of work on yourself.
- That is not true!

- Before you try helping anyone else.
- That's not true, so stop that.

You'll break them.
You'll break everyone

you try to heal,
just like you destroyed

- my family's legacy.
- Please, stop it! Stop it!

- Just like you're destroying yourself!
- Stop it, Helena!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop.

Helena.

Don't-- don't leave me.

♪ Everyone is trying
to get to the bar ♪

♪ The name of the bar ♪

♪ The bar is called Heaven ♪

♪ The band in Heaven,
they play my favorite song ♪

♪ Play it one more time ♪

♪ Play it all night long ♪

♪ Oh, Heaven ♪

♪ Heaven is a place ♪

♪ A place where nothing ♪

♪ Nothing ever happens ♪

♪ Heaven ♪

♪ Heaven is a place ♪

♪ A place where nothing ♪

♪ Nothing ever happens ♪

♪ There is a party ♪

♪ Everyone is there ♪

♪ Everyone will leave
at exactly the same time ♪

♪ When this party's over ♪

♪ It will start again ♪

♪ Will not be any different ♪

♪ Will be exactly the same ♪

♪ Oh, Heaven ♪

♪ Heaven is a place ♪

♪ A place where nothing... ♪