All language subtitles for Wednesday.s02e04.1080p.web.h264-successfulcrab.Hi

[foreboding music plays]

[Fairburn] Come in!

Hmm.

-Hmm.
-[chains rattling]

I've read your book.

Unlocking the Outcast Mind.

It came in very handy when I
was grooming Tyler. [chuckles]

You'll forgive me if I don't use that
as a pull quote in the next edition.

I thought keeping you two apart would
diminish your emotional hold over him.

But it hasn't, has it?

And now you want me to tell you
how to unlock my little monster.

I want to know what you did to Tyler,
so that I can rehabilitate him.

Rehabilitate?

Is that what you
do here? [scoffs]

I had always heard whispers
that Willow Hill performed

secret experiments
on the Outcasts.

We also do alien
autopsies in the basement.

Now, are you willing
to help me or not?

Only if you'll agree to have me
transferred here permanently,

as a patient, and
not a prisoner.

That will be for
a jury to decide.

I'm sorry we couldn't
make this work.

I'll have to find a more
invasive method to unlock Tyler.

Arrange her transfer back to
Northern State Correctional.

And please note that I
recommend the prisoner be placed

in solitary confinement
until her trial.

-[guard] Yes, Doctor.
-Ugh.

You've made your point.
I'm willing to help.

All I ask is that...

[inhales, exhales deeply]

[voice cracking] ...you let
me see Tyler, face-to-face.

[chilling music oscillating]

Just once.

Please.

[keypad beeping]

[lock clanks]

Tyler.

[exhales slowly]

It's okay.

Mama's here.

[chains drag slowly]

Look at what
they've done to you.

[breathing raggedly]

Oh, I know, baby.

I missed you too.

I've been dreaming
about this moment.

[Tyler snarls]

Don't hit the shock
collar. It'll kill her.

Easy... Easy, sweetie.

I know you're upset.

Just put Mommy down.

I promise I'll get
you out of here.

[Tyler huffs, snarls]

[panting]

[music builds to climax]

[jauntily macabre music playing]

[music trails off]

[muffled clattering]

Nothing stirs the senses
like a funerary urn.

The only people who deserve to be buried
in this dump are the maintenance staff.

Grandmama,

you're here.

My granddaughter calls up
for dirt on a competitor?

You practically
dared me to show up.

[Wednesday] I knew you'd
be working weekends.

Death never takes a
holiday, so neither do I.

Why are you interested
in this Patricia Redcar?

She's part of my
ongoing investigation.

Look. I found all
of these obituaries.

All Outcasts, all
patients at Willow Hill.

They're all cremated
and buried here.

What does this have
to do with you?

I saw a vision of my roommate's
death. Somehow it's all connected.

Please give her my card.

I offer a friends and family
discount on all funerals and caskets.

If I had my psychic ability back,
I would have solved this already.

My mom's going to
burn Goody's book.

No crying over spilled ashes.

You know what I
say about feelings.

Bury them deep inside and allow
them to slowly eat away at you.

It's all in the wrist.

Ah.

Shoddy work, I must say. Lumpy.

Hmm. That's odd.

Here, just like I taught you.

Overtones of deer.

Hints of squirrel and raccoon.

And a subtle finish of Shih Tzu.

Very good.

What's missing?

[tense music builds]

[music fades away]

Human.

[menacing caw]

[Wednesday] My evidence!

[suspenseful music playing]

[caws]

[engine revving]

[music trails off]

[Hester] A good run through the
tombstones always makes you feel alive.

Was that crow luring you
into a murderous trap?

Varicose and I had wagers.

The Avian that controls them
just stole all my evidence.

I've rattled their birdcage.

The plot thickens. What's next?

Buy this cemetery and find out
who authorized those cremations.

Why would I do
something so rash?

Once you tell my mother you're finally
getting me into the family business,

all her childhood insecurities
will come bubbling to the surface.

Well played, my dear.

You know exactly how to worm your
way into my cold, desiccated heart.

[Wednesday] Usually an obituary
is the end of the story...

[mysterious music playing]

...not the beginning of
an even stranger one.

[crow caws]

[caws]

Who faked those
patients' deaths?

Who is Lois?

And how was all of this connected
to Enid's impending death?

The sooner I get answers,

the sooner I can save Enid...

Wednesday!

[Wednesday] ...who I
currently want to murder.

Didn't you see the
scrunchie on the door?

That's kind of universal
code for "do not disturb."

[faint creak]

You know I'm not above
using a nail gun.

-How long have you been here?
-Somewhere between... [smooches]

And... [moaning theatrically]

I'm definitely scarred.

[grunts angrily]

-Let's go.
-Stay out of my room, you little creep.

[claws clink]

That was strike two.

I was trying to take
mundane tasks off your plate

so you can focus on the case.

Like picking up your mail.

Got a letter from your publisher.
Figured you'd want it ASAP.

"Dear Miss Addams, we all love
Viper..." Dah-duh-dah-duh-dah...

"You're incredibly difficult to
work with..." Blah-blah-blah...

"Adamant refusal to engage in the
editing and rewriting process..."

Dah-duh-dah-dah-dah.

"Regrettably, I must drop you
as a writer. Please seek help."

I'm sorry.

Why? I'd rather no one read my
novel than make a compromise.

[crow caws]

Now that this Avian is
aware of our investigation,

we don't have much time.

All of our answers are in
the Willow Hill asylum.

And I know just the
lunatic to get them for me.

[ominous music swells]

[chilling music trilling]

Hello?

You rang?

Thanks for coming on
such short notice.

For my favorite niece,

I'm always a lurk away.

I need you to get
into Willow Hill.

Last time I did that
was for your mother.

She wanted me to
check on her sister.

Aunt Ophelia was in there? When?

Oh, years ago. She'd flown the
coop by the time I got committed.

I stuck around for a few weeks.

They had a top-notch
electroshock therapist, Igor.

He ran a gulag in Siberia.

He really knew how to rattle
the old cerebral cortex.

-Nobody sneaks up on me, kid.
-[whimpers]

She with you?

This is my stalker.

I turned her into an
unpaid expendable gofer.

Huh.

I'm a big fan of child labor.

A stampede of chupacabras
makes less noise than you.

Learn to hold your breath, and walk
on the seams of the floorboards.

Thanks for the pro-tip.

I took the liberty of getting
you the Willow Hill blueprints.

I need you to find Lois. Could
be a patient, could be a doctor.

Just make sure the head shrink,
Dr. Fairburn, can't trace you back to me.

Oh, don't worry. If there's an expert
on getting committed to a loony bin,

it's me.

[chortling]

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

I'd like a suite.

The biggest you've got.

One night only.

Welcome to the Inn at
Apple Hollow, Mr. Diabolik.

I'll need a credit card.

I'd rather pay in cash.

[quirky, eccentric
music playing]

-[clerk] Uh...
-Don't worry, that washes off.

[theremin quavering]

[indulgent chuckle]

[muffled crashing, clattering]

[distant yelp]

-[guest 1] Honey, what is that?
-[guest 2] I have no idea, my dear...

[Fester yelping,
thumping overhead]

Excuse me. Are you even gonna file a
complaint about this? It's ridiculous.

Yeah, is this the
sheriff's office?

Yeah, this is Jennifer Nussbaum
at the Inn at Apple Hollow.

I need to report a guest.

[Santiago] This is our perp.

Desk clerk said he paid with stolen
money and could be dangerous.

Just to be safe,
clear the floor.

Go door-to-door.

I'll handle Mr. Diabolik.

[tense music playing]

[Gabrielle gasps]

This room's supposed
to be empty.

Who are you?

["I Want To Know What
Love Is" playing faintly]

Jericho Police, open the door!

[Fester singing along] ♪ I
wanna know what love is ♪

Police, come out
with your hands up!

♪ I want you to show me ♪

-♪ Show me! ♪
-Show me your hands!

♪ I wanna feel what love is ♪

[Fester titters]

You've got 18 passports
and 33 driver's licenses.

Care to explain?

I love to travel.

It's my passion.

-[officer] Sheriff.
-Yeah?

Check this out.

Bank robber who eluded
arrest last year.

[titters awkwardly] Well...

at least they got my good side.

Hmm!

Nature's candy.

Call Dr. Fairburn.

Tell her we're gonna need a full
psych evaluation on this one.

He's not our only mystery.

Apparently, she's been squatting
in that hotel room for a month.

They have no record of her
checking in, and she has no ID.

[Eugene] So, what exactly
are we looking at?

Gala invitations. Each one
needs to be stuffed and sealed.

I'll count this towards your
mandatory community service hours.

[Ajax] I'm not sure
why I was punished,

when these two morons are the ones
who hid the brain-eating zombie.

I'm just their RA.

Professor Orloff has
kindly agreed to supervise.

-[phone chimes]
-We need these invitations out pronto.

Bianca will show
you how it's done.

I actually have a personal
matter I need to attend to.

These invitations are
your only priority.

I know, but you
don't understand...

I have to tell the board that we
missed our first fundraising goal

because we haven't
landed our top donor yet.

But that's what you do
when you're a leader.

You take the heat for
other people's screw-ups.

[foreboding music playing]

[Orloff] Okay, people.

Let's get busy.

Those envelopes won't
stuff themselves.

And I've got my eye on you two.

[Wednesday] Building a
funeral pyre for Goody's book?

Darling, if you're here to
plead your case again...

I don't grovel.

Like Grandmama said, there's
no crying over spilled ashes.

Hmm.

She seems to be showering
you with advice lately.

Aunt Ophelia was
sent to Willow Hill.

Why?

Ask your Grandmama.

It was her decision.

You accuse me of keeping
secrets, but you're no better.

Maybe that's where
I get it from.

[delicate, melancholy
music playing]

In her sophomore year...

Ophelia was found
screaming in the quad.

Black tears running
down her cheeks.

She had pushed her
psychic ability too far.

That's when she was sent away.

But unlike you...

I did grovel.

I pleaded with Grandmama that Ophelia
would only get worse in Willow Hill.

That her problems weren't
mental, they were psychic.

But my appeals
fell on deaf ears.

Grandmama was always better at
burying things than fixing them.

[Hester] Old memories
are like old corpses.

They never quite seem the
same when you dig them up.

Mama,

what an unpleasant surprise.

Varicose told me you rang.

And I wanted to give Wednesday the
deed to the cemetery I bought her.

Just a little starter property, give
her a taste of the family business.

A woman should have a
portfolio of her own,

and not be reliant on a husband.

You do spoil her... rotten.

Darling, Grandmama
and I need to speak.

Alone.

Augustus Stonehurst.

That's who signed those
death certificates.

What are you and
Wednesday up to?

She asked for my help.

You're not helping. You're driving
a wedge between me and my daughter.

That wedge was already an
unbridgeable abyss, dear.

My advice?

Stop the constant hovering.

Wednesday needs space to grow.

If she gets into a little trouble,
it's a mother's job to stand back,

let her figure it
out for herself.

Thrive or die.

Says a woman whose youngest daughter
has been missing for 20 years.

What happened to your
sister was a tragedy,

but even if I had said something,
she would never have listened.

Unlike me, who took every one of
your withering words to heart.

Is that your sales pitch to get me
to donate to the Nevermore gala?

-I heard they put you in charge.
-Hmm.

No doubt they're hoping you can convince
me to chisel open my casket of riches.

I'm raising funds, not the dead.

And besides, we both know you'd
rather be buried with your millions.

I am willing to make a donation.

But... there is one condition.

Isn't there always
with you, Mama?

Give Wednesday back her book.

[chilling music playing]

My family's non-negotiable.

[dramatic, forceful
music playing]

[gasps]

[exhales sharply]

[phone bleeps, vibrates]

[Ajax] Your phone's been
blowing up since we got here.

What's going on?

Um, nothing. I'm fine.

My fangs aren't the
sharpest in the pit,

but I can definitely tell
when something is not fine.

It's my mom.

She's in trouble.

And I've got to get her out of it
before she permanently ruins her life.

But I can't siren Orloff.

His head's in a jar,
so it blocks my song.

You two, less gabbing,
more stuffing.

Uh, Professor?

Can you take a look at these,
make sure I got the seals right?

You know, I don't usually
do snail mail... Whoa!

Okay. That bought
us a couple hours.

Us? This is my problem.

Nightshades forever, right?

Hey, we want to go too.

Stay here and finish the
rest of the invitations.

[Fairburn] We have
Fester Fumagalli,

Fester Dubois,

and my personal favorite,

Fester Fiesta.

-[chuckles]
-[flamenco guitar flourish]

What is your real name?

Oh, it's just Fester.
Like an open wound.

You do understand you're
in a psychiatric hospital.

Hmm. They used to
call them funny farms.

My parents abandoned me
at one when I was ten.

They said it was summer camp,
but they never came back.

Tell me what you see, Fester.

[eerie music playing]

Death.

Death.

Ice cream cone.

Wait, turn it that way.

Still death.

Love you, Mr. Cuddlecoat.

[nostalgic sigh]

You never forget the cold embrace
of your first straitjacket.

Is that an amenity
you offer here?

[door opens]

-His brain scan, Doctor.
-Thank you.

It's a doozy.

[dignified, eccentric
music playing]

[stunned exhale]

[Fairburn] Welcome
to Willow Hill.

We have a very long
journey ahead of us.

["Ain't That a Kick
in the Head?" playing]

[Fester laughing joyfully]

[bold, jazzy standard playing]

Nothing like a good jolt
to get this party started.

Any chance I can
get a second round?

Now don't be afraid to really get
in there and stroke that canvas.

And really make
that sunset shine.

[elegant, lilting music playing]

Interesting interpretation.

Some people wrestle
with darkness, not me.

I love shadows. That's
where I do my best stalking.

[Fester chuckling]

You seen anybody named
Lois around here?

Hmm. [chuckles]

["Dream Weaver" playing]

[dreamy prog-pop music playing]

♪ Ooh, Dream Weaver ♪

♪ I believe you can Get
me through the night ♪

♪ Ooh, Dream Weaver ♪

♪ I believe we can reach
The morning light ♪

[song halts]

[gasps]

Lois?

[whispers] No.

Oh, your name's Louise.

Eh.

-["Dream Weaver" resumes]
-♪ Ooh, Dream Weaver ♪

♪ I believe you can Get
me through the night ♪

[song trails off]

[crow caws]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Agnes] Stonehurst used to be the
Normie head doctor at Willow Hill.

Before that, he taught
science at Nevermore.

When he's not signing
questionable death certificates,

where is the good
doctor these days?

In Willow Hill.

He had a psychotic break.

[Wednesday] Confined
to his own asylum.

-That's a plot twist worthy of Poe.
-[Enid] Wednesday!

Want to order a
quad and join us?

Maybe have some fun?

I'm where fun goes to
die. Where's Thing?

I need you.

It's urgent.

Get a message to Fester.

Go tell her you're
feeling left out.

[Wednesday] I need him to
track down Augustus Stonehurst.

I think he might be our
key to finding Lois.

I know you're a
chronic under-sharer,

but after last year, I
figured we'd be closer.

Seems you prefer hanging out with that
pint-sized psycho, Agnes, more than me.

Seems like you're a
little preoccupied.

You can't blame this
on Bruno and the pack.

Didn't you say you wanted
your fun and freedom?

I can also help on
non-case-related issues too.

Like a boundary-challenged
mother?

Hello, been there.

And also, who's had powers that
have failed them? Done that too.

-[crows cawing]
-Hello? Wednesday?

[crow caws]

Enid, get inside now.

No, you're my best friend. I'm not
gonna let you keep pulling away.

Enid!

-[chilling music intensifies]
-[caws]

Table!

[frenzied cawing]

[panicked clamoring]

Where did those birds come from?

[caws]

Thing!

[music intensifies]

Wednesday!

[frantic, suspenseful
music playing]

[Fairburn] I appreciate
the heads-up.

Ms. Addams?

This is a surprise.

I think you dropped this.

Excuse me?

What brings you to
Nevermore, Dr. Fairburn?

Ms. Capri generously offered to teach
a music therapy class at Willow Hill.

You know what they say, music
soothes the savage beast.

I'll take weapons over Wagner.

[birds warbling]

I don't want to guess how
you two know each other.

Ms. Addams assisted with
a certain homicidal Hyde.

No time for tea.

Judi keeps me on a tight leash.

I have a board meeting.
I'll see you tomorrow night.

Yeah.

You seem out of breath.

It's been a long day.

I assume you're here to drop
out of the gala orchestra.

I've decided to stick around.

Every Mozart needs
their Salieri.

What were you
doing in that room?

There's no record of you
checking in, and you've no ID.

We can't help you unless
you start talking to us.

Mom.

Are you okay?

You're her daughter?

Could I have a
word with you both?

I think it'll clear
everything up.

You will drop this
investigation,

shred any paperwork, and
forget you ever met my mother.

[taut, curious music playing]

I hear your Uncle
Fester's in Willow Hill.

We both know he only gets
caught when he wants to.

What ill-advised mission
is he doing for you?

Helping me find the truth.

I won't allow Enid
to die because of me.

I know what I saw
in that vision.

A torrent of birds
around her gravestone,

the same torrent that
attacked you both today,

not to mention poor Thing.

You need to stop, Wednesday.

Or you're going to
make everything worse.

Much worse.

[foreboding music playing]

-[car door closes]
-[alarm beeps]

[Fester chuckles]

[Fester gasps] Thing!

[translating] "Find Stonehurst
and you'll find Lois."

Hey, Wilbur, I'm looking for
a schlub named Stonehurst.

He won amnesiac bingo yesterday.
Forgot to pick up his prize.

Can you point him out?

Old Gus prefers
different company.

-[Wilbur] He doesn't say much.
-[Fester] What happened to him?

Search me. Before my time.

Fairburn has us bring him
out here a few times a week.

Ozzie's his favorite.

She's almost as old as he is,
and she's got a potty mouth,

so watch out.

Do me a solid and roll him
back to his room in ten.

-He's in 103.
-103.

[birdsong]

I'm looking for Lois.

Name ring a bell, old-timer?

[Ozzie] Ozzie is a good
girl. She never tells.

You know Lois?

-Shut your pie hole.
-Excuse me?

Eat shit, baldy.

[Ozzie yelps]

Start squawking or I
start frying feathers.

-Holy shit. I'll talk!
-How do I find Lois?

51971.

51971.

[chuckles]

[Orloff] Ms. Addams, I heard there
was some excitement in the Link.

An Avian is trying to kill me.

Huh. You seem to attract murderers
like most people catch colds.

It's a gift.

Do you remember an
Augustus Stonehurst?

I understand he was a
science teacher here.

Gus was very popular.

-But I was never a fan.
-Why not?

He was a Normie.

And I never trusted him.

Did he ever mention anybody
named Lois? A wife, a daughter?

His wife died before
he got to Nevermore.

But he had a little girl.

I don't remember her name.

He built her an aviary
up in Iago Tower.

Hey, come on.

We can hide your mom
in an old classroom.

[Dort] When have I let you down?

I've always had your back.
You've always had mine.

So, relax. I've never been
more confident about anything.

-I have it under control. I'm...
-[phone chimes]

-[Dort] Hold on.
-[whispers] Ajax!

[cryptic music playing]

[Wilbur] Fester, get a
move on. Lights out in 20.

I'll be by to check on Gus.

[tense music oscillates]

I always love a woman in chains.

Fester Addams.

[grunts]

Lois... Lo...

Lois...

Lo...

Lois.

Lois.

[chuckles]

Sweet dreams, pal.

[taut, suspenseful
music pulsing]

[music swells, halts]

My connection to
Tyler runs deep.

I'm the only one that he trusts.

Is that why I watched him
try to snap your neck?

[scoffs] Well, he thought
I had abandoned him.

But he would never kill me.

If a Hyde murders their master,
they seal their own doom.

So, if you really want
to get inside his head,

we'll have to do it together.

Do you honestly think that I don't
see through your delusional fantasy?

I am open to a deal.

I have information I know
you will want to hear.

-I very much doubt that.
-Fester Addams.

Are you aware that
he's a patient here?

I saw him a while ago wheeling
around a comatose resident.

Addams.

And he's probably working
with his niece, Wednesday.

If she's got her pigtails
in your business,

trouble isn't far behind.

[Fairburn] Fester Addams.

That's gonna tickle!

[muffled, indistinct speech]

Welcome back.

I thought you'd be more
comfortable in here.

Even gave you a cellmate.

-[chuckles]
-[snarls]

Be careful.

He bites.

[chuckling]

[frantic music playing]

You need to go back
to Willow Hill.

Keep an eye on Fester until I can
figure out a way to break him out.

[thunder rumbling]

Weather's turning ugly.

Capri has a music therapy
class tonight at Willow Hill.

She's our way in and out.

Her class lasts 45
minutes. That's our window.

Thing is already connected with
Fester's contact on the inside.

[Louise sobbing]

[Wednesday] She knows
where he's being held.

Thing will lie low until I've secured
Fester, and make his own way out.

There's a vehicle
inspection at the gate.

Agnes, I need you to distract
the guard so I can get inside.

I'll be in position
before you arrive.

After I rendezvous
with Fester's contact,

I'll extract him from his
cell, then go find Lois.

And what about me?

What's my part of the plan?

[somber, bittersweet
music playing]

Do you even want to
be my friend anymore?

That has never been in question.

You're on lookout.

[Enid scoffs]

I figured I'd be a bit
more mission-critical.

You are.

You see, if I get caught,

I need someone to anonymously
tip off Sheriff Santiago

that something is going
down at Willow Hill.

[Enid inhales, exhales]

[thunder rumbling]

[engine turns over]

[knocking at door]

[bold, daring music building]

[music swells, halts]

["All By Myself" playing]

[singing along]
♪ All by myself ♪

♪ Don't want to be ♪

[continues singing along]

[tense music playing]

Isadora Capri, I'm here
to teach a music class.

Welcome to Willow
Hill, Ms. Capri.

Hey Dwayne, I need
a vehicle check.

Ugh! I've gotta lay off those
vending machine burritos.

My stomach's gone
all Cirque du Soleil.

Gonna have to check the trunk.

[Dwayne] You okay?

-What the hell'd you do in there?
-Sorry, I'm gonna be late.

[Dwayne grunts]

Yeah. It's okay. Go on, go in.

[Dwayne] What the hell was that?

[music swells, halts]

-[Fairburn] How was the drive?
-[Capri] It was long.

Thank you so much for doing
this, Isadora. Really.

-Just in here.
-Oh.

Everyone.

Hey, so, uh...

Uh...

Tonight, I was going to
talk to you about music,

but now that I'm here and I see
you have this beautiful piano,

I'm going to play
for you instead.

Because I believe that music

can heal the wounds
medicine can't touch.

[playing emotional
cover of "Zombie"]

Evening, Louise. What's
on the menu tonight?

Oh, nothing edible. [chuckles]

Tell Fester I'll
be waiting for him.

[snarls]

Less than ten seconds!

That might be a family record.

Play nice.

-[Fester chuckling]
-We don't have much time.

-We need to find Lois.
-All right.

[emotional cover of
"Zombie" continues]

[snarls]

Tell Dr. Fairburn she is
making a huge mistake.

[Wilbur] No mistake.

She needs me.

I'm the only person alive who can help
her understand the mind of a Hyde.

-[Wilbur] Keep moving.
-[huffs]

-[snarls]
-[gasps]

Hey! [screams]

[fleshy crunch]

[tense, perilous music spiking]

[music slows, distorts]

[plaintive cover of
"Zombie" resumes]

[siren wailing]

[patient] What's happening?

Dr. Fairburn, the
zombie is on the loose.

I'm authorizing a code
four security protocol.

Take this thing down
by any means necessary.

Everybody, stay calm.

I need to get everyone outside.

It's okay, Gus. I'll
escort you myself.

[tense music building]

[klaxon blaring]

Five, one, nine, seven, one.

[lock clanks]

How'd you know the code?

Trash-talking parrot.

Don't ask.

[Wednesday] This place
is full of surprises.

[Fester] Look at the initials.

[Wednesday] "Long-term
Outcast Integration Study."

Lois isn't a person.

It's a secret program.

[machinery humming eerily]

[tense, mysterious
music playing]

I think that's Patricia Redcar.

And that's Julian Meiojas.

I recognize them from
their obituaries.

Except neither is
six feet under.

Their deaths must have been faked so
they could be kept as living experiments.

This is what Galpin was
afraid would happen to Tyler.

Help me!

[tense music spiking]

[delicate, mysterious
music playing]

Hello?

Are you here to kill me?

Then leave me alone.

[crow caws]

[caws]

So you are the new
face of mad doctors.

You do realize that Fairburn doesn't roll
off the tongue as nicely as Frankenstein.

There's nothing mad
about what I'm doing.

Fairburn works for me.

I recruited her to be the
public face of this institution

and continue my father's work.

You're Augustus
Stonehurst's daughter.

That's how you knew about the
secret passages at Nevermore.

You must've used them to visit
your aviary in Iago Tower.

I have very fond memories of
my father's time at Nevermore.

He loved Outcasts.

Evidence to the contrary.

He wanted to be one.

Imagine being able to extract their
abilities and share it with Normies.

You mean steal them
and exploit them.

This is a basement bargain
attempt at Dr. Moreau.

I did more than just
attempt. [laughs]

I am living proof.

I was born a Normie,

and thanks to my father's work,

my beautiful black-winged
friends obey my every whim.

Experimenting on
his own daughter.

That's twisted.

Even by my own sick standards.

[tuts] I volunteered!

My father and I were a team.

He needed a subject.

I wanted to be
part of his legacy.

[Wednesday] Until
he lost his mind?

[Judi] He wanted to be a DaVinci,
but his body couldn't take it.

Well, if you can't bring Icarus to
the sun, bring the sun to Icarus.

Right, Fester?

[dramatic music builds]

What the hell happened?

Wednesday happened.

We need to call in
Sheriff Santiago.

[klaxon blares]

[prisoners laughing]

[Judi gasps]

Oh!

Get off of me! Stop it! Get off!

As much as I wanna watch them pluck
her feathers, we gotta vamoose.

Get off of me!

You go.

I owe you one, Uncle Fester.

[Fester] Are you kidding me?

We just liberated
our first asylum!

I live for days like this.

-I'm going to get you out of here.
-What kind of angel are you?

An avenging one.

[panicked clamoring]

[weak snarl]

[raspy growls]

[gunshots continue]

[footsteps approaching]

[breathing heavily]

I told you Mama would
get you out of here.

I could never abandon you.

Wish I could say the same.

You're the reason I've
been locked away in here.

You're not my mother.

You're my master.

Or should I say...

you were.

Wednesday Addams! We both know
that she's the real enemy.

She's here, in the
building, right now.

Destiny has given us a second
chance to take her out.

I'll take care of Wednesday.

Right after I take care of you.

I'm the only one
who's ever loved you.

I unlocked your true potential.

You did.

That's why I'll give you
a five-second head start.

[harrowing music building]

-Run.
-[gasps]

[harrowing music intensifying]

[Tyler groans, bellows]

[snarls]

[panicked moaning]

[threatening snarls]

[strained] Please, Tyler.

Mommy loves you.

[snarls]

[grunts]

[thunder rumbling]

[panicked clamoring]

Of all the women I've ever
used, you're my favorite.

[sweeping, romantic
music playing]

[music trails off]

We'll be safe in here.

[frantic tapping]

Who's there?

[frantic breathing]

Show yourself.

[thunder crashes]

[Fairburn screams]

[sickening gurgling]

-[wet crunching]
-[Fairburn struggling feebly]

[horrifying music swells]

[somber, melancholy
music playing]

[Slurp] Hello...

old friend.

[crunch]

Go.

Now.

[roars]

[elegant, sorrowful
music playing]

[sirens wailing]

[officer] Up top!

[Tyler snarls]

[terrorizing roar]

[officer] Get back!

[intricate, wrenching
music playing]

[officer shouting indistinctly]

Somebody get an ambulance!

[Wednesday] I've always dreamed
of looking death in the face.

But in my final moments,

all I hear is my mother's
words ringing in my ears.

Maybe I have made
everything worse.

[music halts]

Much worse.

[jauntily macabre
outro music playing]

[music fades]