All language subtitles for September.Says.2024.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264-Kitsune_3_track3_[eng]

Perfect.

No, wait. I wanna take a photo.

Um...

One, two...

three.

Maybe I could add
some blood to your faces.

Maybe you could not.

Okay.
Let's move onto the other look.

Good?
I am not gonna direct you anymore.

Okay?

September, follow July.

One, two, three.

Nice, July. I like it.

All right, just...
maybe hands down.

Yeah, good, good, good.

Nicer.

Fuck's sake.

Well, it's for 12-year-olds.

Psycho!

Silly July.
Watch where you put your feet.

There are traps everywhere here.

Hm.

What a freak.

As usual,

as my treat to you,

we'll start with the maths joke
of the week.

So, which king

loved fractions?

And I mean, loved fractions.

Henry VIII!

Anyway,
open your books to page 203.

We'll go over last night's homework.

"Expand and simplify
this following equation:

four-x plus five,

and two-x minus one.

So four-x to the two-x

gives eight-x squared.

You all right, September?

Are you classmates to your satisfaction?

Can we continue, please?

Okay, so... four-x

with the minus one gives minus-four-x.

Five...

No, no, no.

She asked me to.

She had chewing gum stuck in her hair.

You can use
these two days to clean the flat.

We're not eating any more red food.

I don't need you to come with me.

Yes, you do.

Did you do that?

Don't be stupid.

I'll fix it for you.

Silly July. Get on.

I'll take you.

Weirdos.

It's okay. You can go.

I thought she was suspended.

So embarrassing...

Freak!

Look at her.

The seahorse,
and its close relative, the sea dragon,

is the only species
in which the male gets pregnant

and gives birth.

I've got a little video prepared for you.

In a graceful duet

each partner mirrors the actions

of the other.

Darkness will soon
draw a veil over the pair

but they will dance on into the night.

Two months later, and the result
of their courtship is revealed.

It's the male

and he's the one
that's carrying the eggs

with rows and rows
of them embedded in his tail.

Thanks.

She's so weird.

Ooh, let's take it off.

Here.

Okay, come on.

Mmm... No.

Will you fix my bike after school?

The psycho's back.

No way she's sitting next to me.

She's just weird.

- That way she's staring at Ryan.
- She's starin' him out.

- Look at that.
- Look at her arms.

- That is actually disgusting.
- That is horrible.

Look at their legs.
That is disgusting.

- No. Leave it, leave it.
- No, no.

- It's just embarrassing.
- It's disgusting.

- Just fuckin' weirdos.
- Oh, my God. It's actually vile.

- What's the reason, man?
- She's so vile.

- Ryan Driver is a prick.
- That is vile.

Sorry, Miss...

but...

aren't there health regulations which...

ban hairy girls from swimming?

It's disgusting.

They really shouldn't
be allowed in here.

- I feel sorry for you.
- Okay, that's enough.

Draw the lane ropes down.
Let's get started.

Well, come on!

Come on.

July, lane ropes. Okay, noodles.

Gonna be doing front crawl, back crawl...

general spinning...

floating...

Okay.

What's wrong with you?

July, July...
September, go get help.

July!

What did you do!?

I'm gonna lose my job!

If I... were kidnapped,

would you offer to take my place?

Yes.

If I lost a limb,
would you get amputated, too?

Yes.

It was my week,

but I let you have it.

Thank you.

Call home if you have a problem,
and I'll come.

It's the fourth time
you've been sent home this year.

Where did you learn
to be like that?

Guess I take after my father.

Can you make us some cheese on toast?

- Irish girls.
- They comin' yet?

- They've got like an Irish accent.
- It's a good start.

It's clear to see which one I'd buy.

It doesn't mean you want it back.
It just means you miss it.

But I haven't got a new car, yet.

I'm not rushing into getting a new car.
But when I do see my old car, it's like...

I'm gonna go do some work.

It would be nice to drive it again.

Don't watch this nonsense
for too long, it's late.

He is a good kisser.

I don't want to play.

Yes, it's just like riding a bike.

What? I mean you never forget!
I didn't mean about Bethan.

Oh, don't take it the wrong way.
Oh, God, sorry, Bethan.

Oh, my God.

He is so handsome.

I, like, feel like I could just
get pregnant just by looking at him.

Seriously, I just wanna marry him.
Right here, right now.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
oh, my God, I'm like full of butterflies!

There was a strange sound.
A hooting or a wailing.

It felt like little hands
trying to grab my legs,

but, I couldn't run away.

These creatures,
with tiny fingers and hands...

It was, like, touching
their hands petrified my whole body.

I tried to call for help,
but nothing came out.

I felt their long tail around my legs.

It was disgusting.

I felt their little fingers
pinching my nipples.

And then I felt sick.

Then I continued to wail.

I looked down and saw
their big eyes staring at me.

Like cats with human hands...

and a zebra tail.

And then I saw July.

Where was
September during all this?

I don't know. Not there.

Oh, sorry. Excuse me, one...
just one second.

Oh, fuck.

- Is everything okay, Sheela?
- Er, yeah.

Sorry, erm, sorry.

Sorry. All good.

Are you continuing
the ylang-ylang oil treatment?

Oh, er, no.
It gave me the poops, you know?

It was bad.

"No live organism
can continue for long

"to exist sanely
under conditions of absolute reality.

"Even larks and katydids
are supposed by some to dream."

Thank you, Ryan.

That was Shirley Jackson.
Please open your books to page 66.

Turn off your phones in class.

Sorry.

Okay, that's fine. Then...

Did you fix my bike?

You said you'd do it today.

You said you wouldn't go to school
if I was sent home again.

I didn't say that.

Excuse me, miss.

I like that one.

You've grown again.

- You hurt me again, Sheela.
- Sorry.

Can you stop calling me Sheela?

Isn't that your name?

I swear, if you rip
these stiches one more time.

- This is so boring!
- Only boring people get bored.

Just one sec.

Okay.

You know, I'm pretty good
at looking after July.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I know, you're good
at lots of things, July-- September.

Hold that.

Please.

It's nothing. Silly July.

See?

If I die, will you die too?

Yes.

If one of us had to die
and we could choose which one,

would you die in my place?

Yes.

Of course, it would be me.

- You promise?
- Yes.

Yes.

Say it to my reflection, too.

If only one of us could remain,

it would be you.

You look beautiful, Mum.

Thank you, September.

Say hello to people.

Hi. Hello.

It's amazing how much
you look like your father.

We don't remember.

Your father was...

He was nice, you know.

All these photos. You're lucky.

He would've been proud of you.

- Where are you going?
- To the toilet.

- What?
- I need to pee.

What are you up to tonight?

I feel as though no one really knows me.

Maybe you do.

- Did I scare you, silly July?
- Yes, you did.

When you play
hide-and-seek alone, you lose.

Bloody hell, I need you here. Bloody hell.

- Bloody hell.
- Fuck a duck.

Fuck a duck.

- I want to go home.
- No.

I do.

- You must tell me what's going on.
- Nothing.

You can't lie to me.

Come on, let's get a drink.

Sheela! Sheela! Sheela!

- You are so pretty, my dear.
- Oh, my goodness--

No, no, no,
stop telling her she's beautiful.

She's gonna end up believing it.

- She'll get over it.
- I know.

Do you want some?

- You have beautiful lips.
- Thank you.

Dear Ryan...

No... "Dear", that's silly.

I'm doing this for you, Ryan.

This is for you, Ryan.

I love you so much.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is for you, Ryan.

I want to give you everything.

I...

When I look at you,
I'm full of butterflies.

- July, where are you?
- Coming.

Open up.

Open up!

July.

July bug?

What are you doing?

Open up, you she-witch.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

That's not funny, silly July.
It's our phone.

This is for you, Ryan.

- Is she naked?
- Turn off that fucking video!

This is for you.
When I look at you...

- You're all fucking perverts.
- Your sister's a slut.

I'm gonna poke your eyes out.

This is for you, Ryan.

- When I look at you...
- I'm gonna kill him.

- When I look at you...
- Maybe we can just leave it?

They have to pay
for what they've done to you.

...for you, Ryan!

...full of butterflies.

It's not our fault your sister's a slut.

Come on.

The key
should be under the plant pot.

There's no key.

Call Grandma?

I didn't tell her we were coming.

I'll have a look at the back
and see if I can get in through a window.

July?

It's okay.

There's an open window.

July?

Coming.

Sorry.

Let's see if we can get
an Internet connection.

Sheela...

She's so angry.

She won't be angry forever.

She might be.

Not at you.

September?

You sleep on the bottom bunk.

Sleepwalkers can't go down a ladder.

I don't sleepwalk.

Right?

Not yet.

What are those?

- Binoculars, silly July.
- Yes, but I mean...

Well, they were
father-troublemaker-shit-stirrer's.

Was this his room?

Probably.
That's why we're allowed to be here.

Look in these boxes.

It's our inheritance.

September says...

Turn around.

September says
touch your nose with your tongue.

Do ten push-ups.

You lose a life.

Silly me.

September says...

engrave my name...

on...

that windowpane.

September?

September?

We're doing an earthworm farm.

Come on.

What do you think they eat?

Spiders and woodlice.

I think they eat worms.

Other worms.

Smaller ones.

Like this one.

Yeah. Yeah.
This one would eat that one.

This one is fantastic.

Enormous.

September says...

You should see your face!

I'm just joking, silly July.

- No, she's a chicken.
- Oh, yes.

I'll do the washing-up.

I wouldn't mind a bit of company,
if you...

- Mum...
- I need some time.

I'll always love my girls.

I'm here if you need me,
but I just need some time, okay?

Okay.

Oh, you've got to eat.

There is some cheese left.

And there are some...

ice creams in the freezer.

We're sorry...

Really sorry
about what happened at school.

We should go to the beach,
or have dinner together.

What is it?

It's the Internet.

How does it work?

What's that?

- A terrarium.
- Obviously.

How does the Internet work?

- What?
- The Internet.

- How does it work?
- How does the Internet work?

I suppose it sends
radio frequencies

between different devices.
Is that good enough for ye'?

- Yes.
- I don't think that's true.

You know,
we can see your backside.

Problem's with the router.

Did you take something?

Do you hear me?
Did you take the cable out of here?

It was here before.
Come on, don't act innocent.

Is it in your bowl?

Oh, that's a good one.

I'm sorry.

It's not you.

You know,
we'll have to do it one day?

Or you, anyway.

Do what?

What are you doing?

I don't know.

I want to see if they eat my hand.

Hi, beautiful people
of the Internet. I'm Kylie.

And today, I'm gonna show you
a dance routine that I really enjoy.

First, I will show you the whole thing.

And then I'll do a step-by-step tutorial.
Is that great? Okay.

Kisses, bitches.

Hello.

Hello.

Erm, can I get...

- er, one of those, please.
- Yep.

Oh, er, and some crisps.

Crisps.

I'm the hooligan of your heart

Sometimes we win
Sometimes we lose our dreams

But I always
Wear the colours of your team

Do you want to have a drink with me?

Make it two, Gerry.

It's good to have
a beer between whiskeys.

You have to gain momentum...

before jumping.

And I don't think you can smoke in here.

You can't smoke in here.

I'm not smoking. I'm vaping.

What are you doing here on your own?

You're not from around here.

There aren't any women like you here.

...it is all ages away
But I can't help but think of the day

I hope we die
At the exact same time

Baby, I hope we die
At the exact same time

- Is it her?
- No.

Hang on.

No, it's not her.

I'd rather be without her.

Just the two of us.

- It's her.
- No, there are four headlights,

silly July.

Cosy.

Wait for me. Wait.

Oh, come on. Go for it.

Oh, I need to have a mammogram.

Stop it. Stay focused.

- Do you want me to stop?
- No, it's just...

Carry on.

Just...

That's it, keep going.

Oh, shit. I haven't shaved since...

He hasn't shaved either.

It must be hard for men to go bald.

Well, for women, too.

Oh, that's it. You found my clit.

Oh, no. Don't move. Don't move.

Yeah.

Yeah.

The flowers must
have completely wilted by now.

Oh, that was good.

Your turn now.

Oh, he is turning red.

I think hair and nails
keep growing after death.

That was a good one.

Fair play.

You have to go now.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

So... good.

Take care.

Thank you.

We're going to the beach today.

Oh, no. I don't want to.

Sorry, darling.

It doesn't matter.

We're going anyway.

Another day, I promise.

What are you looking at?

I'm waiting to see a ship sink.

When I was a baby...

father-troublemaker-shit-stirrer
put me on the beach,

and waited for the tide to come in.

Why do you say that?

I heard Sheela say it to her shrink.

I'm cold.

Will you bury me?

Someone's coming.

Hello.

Hello.

My name's John.

- September.
- July.

Are you from around here?

I've never seen you before.

We've just moved in.

Cool. Are you the people
at the Settle House?

- Yes.
- Oh, yeah?

Yes.

We're having a little party tonight.

- What kind of party?
- A beach party. Down by the rocks.

We're gonna light a fire,
and have a couple a beers,

and, maybe, even go for a swim.

You should come.

- Okay.
- Great.

- Maybe.
- Good.

See you tonight, then.

Here...
You'll see his arse better with these.

I didn't want to say okay?

We don't have to go.

Come on. Let's decide
what to wear, before you change your mind.

Alcohol does nothing to me.

- Were they our grandmother's?
- Guess so.

It looks dirty. There are stains.

I don't know. You tell me.

This one's okay.

Don't worry, silly July.

It'll be okay.

You might even have fun.

Eating is cheating.

The emptier our stomachs,
the quicker we'll get drunk.

We have to say something to Mum.

We'll leave her a note.
You have to practise first.

Practise what?

Sit there.

You have to last as long
as possible without laughing.

You lose a life. Concentrate.

Sorry, sorry.

It tickles.

Come on. Let's go, silly July.

September.

Someone's coming. Who's that?

Hello!

- Come here. Come on.
- Come here.

Do you mind
putting the light down, please?

Yeah, it's blindin' us.

How are ya'?

- Guys, say your names. Names.
- Rebecca.

- Saoirse.
- Siobhan.

I'm Walter.

Er, John, obviously.

- July.
- September.

Have a beer.

- That was tragic.
- Open it.

You get one. You get one.

Oh, God.

- It's your fault.
- Here.

I didn't think you'd actually come.

- We told you we would.
- I'm taking that smoke off you.

You're gonna take it anyway. Aren't ya?

- They're so cute together.
- They are. They are very cute.

Where do you come from?

Not from here.

I saw your mum in the pub the other day.
She's the Indian woman?

- Oh, yeah.
- Maybe.

- Yeah.
- She's our mother.

Cunt.

What school do you go to?

We don't go to school.

Fair enough.
Rebellious, you know?

Wait a minute.
You don't go to school?

- Why not?
- Because we don't want to.

- What does it matter?
- And because we don't do anything

we don't want to.

Quiet, isn't she?

Go on!

- We better keep her.
- Where did that come from?

Neck it back.

- John, keep her.
- Aw, they'd be so cute.

- They would be cute.
- I like you.

I burnt me arse.

Fuckin' hell.
He nearly set himself on fire.

Do that again.

Dan.

Ollie.

She's mad, isn't she?

- Nadia.
- Legend.

Natasha.

Ah, cute.

Ash.

Are you feelin' all right like?

- Two cans and it's off.
- She's fuckin' mad.

I know.

- She's great, isn't she?
- Yeah, keep her.

Where do you want to go after this?
Can we get food?

- Yeah.
- She's the person

- I've always wanted to be.
- What?

Nothing.

I'm off.

All right. You comin'?

Come on.

You look like shit.

Are you on your period, too?

No.

Do you feel any different?

What are you talking about?

You don't want to talk about it?

About what?

I don't like boys.

- I'm asexual.
- Why are you mad at me?

What are you talking about? The video?

The what?

I knew about the video.

I didn't need to see the phone.

I knew what you were doing in the toilet.

I'd seen the messages he was sending you,

and I knew it wasn't him.

Of course, it wasn't him, silly July.

Big, silly July-bug.

September says
eat this jar of mayonnaise.

I don't want to play.

September says
eat this jar of mayonnaise.

That's good, July, nearly there.

September says...

kiss your hand.

Break your arm.

September says... dance.

September says slap me.

You lose a life.

September says slap me.

Cut yourself here.

What?

September says cut yourself here.

September says
do it now, or you lose a life.

September says hurry up.

Mum.

September?

It was an accident.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't hurt.

Are you bored here?

Only boring people are bored.

I know that we all...

have our own way of dealing with things.

I don't think
there are right or wrong ways.

But I have the right to worry.

Oh, God.

That is not it. I'm not...

It is not about having
the right, you know...

I don't know.

It should have been you.

Hello.

I thought I'd come by and say hello.

I wanted to see you.

I brought a chocolate cake.

I baked it myself.

I didn't, actually.

Is your mother here?

Um, my sister's upstairs.

- September's upstairs.
- Right.

Shall we go get her?

What's that?

A terrarium.

We're raising earth worms.

- Okay. For fishing?
- No.

Okay.

How come I've never met you before?

Do you visit your grandparents?

I live on the other side of the dune.

It's a farm.

My dad has cows and land.

He grows wheat, barely, corn.

My brother works with him,
but I don't wanna take over the farm.

I want to do something else.

I don't know what yet,
but I'll find something.

You know?

My brother... he gets hammered

at least every weekend.

And gets into these bad car accidents
all the time.

Often, each time, he comes up
with a new story as to what happened.

A deer that ran straight at him. Or a dog.

Or a tree that fell down during a storm.

Crap like that, but I know he's lying

and that it was really
because he was blind drunk.

Even my dad knows,

but he won't say anything.

He just claims on the insurance,
and buys new cars all the time.

And then, it starts again.

And my mam, she doesn't care either.

Just wants her darling son working
hard on the farm. That's all that matters.

But one day, he's gonna get
into a terrible car accident and I...

My sister isn't here. She's upstairs...

You know,
it was my first time, too.

What?

What?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

It was your first time, too.

Wasn't it?

- What are you talking about?
- On the beach.

It was my first time
and it was your first time.

It was September's first time.
Are you making fun of me?

My sister's here.

I can meet her, if you want.

I'd like to meet her.

You're stupid.

You've already met her.

At the beach.

We were both there.

You don't remember?

You slept with her!

Wait, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Stop this game!

Filthy whore.

What did you say?

What did you say?

Filthy whore.

September says...

dig a hole in your belly.

So I can carry on living inside you.

July. July. Give it to me.

Give it to me. It's okay, it's okay.

You're fine. You're fine.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.
Okay, look at me.

Okay, good girl. Good girl.

Okay, you're okay.

You have
to stop wearing her clothes.

Stop imitating her ways, you know.

Her voice.

You'll realise you are now free
to eat whatever you want.

Talk to people normally.

Maybe even have friends.

Maybe even have a boyfriend.

Well, I don't recommend that.

Don't do what I did.
Your father was a prick.

...pervert who destroyed me

God... but now,
you know what? You and I are free.

And we won't let ourselves be
impeded by anything whatsoever, okay?

We...

We'll be together.
We will start a new life.

Yeah.

You will go to university.
Yeah, I'm gonna help you succeed.

Yes, yes.

We could go out together. You know?

Yeah, gosh... Oh, I will make

a collection of clothes just for you.

We won't ever leave one another.

And, God, we'll be a great duo.

We won't be scared of anything together.

We'll tell all those arseholes
who call us whores to go fuck themselves.

Okay.

Come up.

Do you know what? Oh, my gosh.
We might even go to India.

Yeah, go and see where
we scattered your grandmother's ashes.

God, well... I dunno.

Or not.
She was a poisonous mother, God.

Just like your father's mother.
Honestly, she was like,

"Oh, Sheela, yeah, where are you from?"

I'd be like, "I'm from the UK,
thank you very much."

And she'd be like,
"No, where are you really from?"

Gosh, wouldn't you stop?
She'd ask, if I wanted curry.

I'd be, "No, thank you!"
Why did we come back to this house

haunted by all those
old bastards who couldn't understand

what their darling, beautiful boy
was doing with a girl like me?

I know, it looks like
I've lost a lot of time,

but I've been successful.

I've made my own brand,
my own daughter who is just like me.

Oh, God.

You remind me
so much of myself at your age.

Okay, it's true I was more resourceful.

I was good at partying
and flirting, but you like flirting, too.

Oh, fuck! Oh, God.

Okay. I...

Are you okay?

What...? Look at me. Look at me.

Oh, God. Okay...

Okay, I think I have some wipes
in the back. Just wait one second.