All language subtitles for Once Upon a Time (2011) - S07E01 - Hyperion Heights (1080p BluRay x265 ImE)

Henry, are you
sure about this? I...

I was hoping after high school,
you'd think about college...

I know. But college isn't going
anywhere. I just... I need to do this.

Operation Cobra is over. We
did it. We have our happy endings.

So then why leave?

Because I'm still the author, I've
been writing everyone else's stories.

I need to figure out what
my story is, and it's not here.

- And where do you think it is?
- I don't know.

But when I finished the book, I
returned it to the Sorcerer's mansion.

And you know what I found?

Hundreds of other books.

With the stories I thought
I knew, but told differently.

Like you know, how
there's a French Snow White

and an Italian one...

There's endless possibilities.

And what does that
have to do with you? Hm?

I'm not in any of them.

I'm the only me.

It's time I figure
out where I belong.

Henry, if that's the only bean
you have, getting back here is...

Will be an adventure.

That's why I'm going.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.

Cinderella?

- Uh... Hello?
- Hi.

Are you Henry Mills?

Yeah. Who are you?

My name's Lucy.
I'm your daughter.

Is this some kind of a joke,
kid? I don't have a daughter.

That's just the curse, it
changed all your memories.

- A curse, huh?
- Huh.

Kind of expected my favorite
writer to have a little more... success.

This place is a dump.

You know, I didn't
exactly write Harry Potter...

Or anything since
that one book...

"Poetic opening line goes
here." You got some work to do.

Not all stories come easy.
Sophomore albums are hard...

And, actually, this is
none of your business.

What are you, some
kind of stalkery super fan?

- No. I'm your da...
- Daughter. Right.

- Wrong.
- Uh-uh. It's like your book.

You just don't remember
because you're cursed.

This is why you're
not writing now.

It's because you're not
living your own story.

Come with me to my
neighborhood, Hyperion Heights.

- Hyperion Heights?
- It's like your Storybrooke.

No, it's not. It's a real
neighborhood in Seattle.

- A real city with real people.
- And living with them,
your family.

And the other cursed
fairy tale characters.

Come with me, you can meet
your true love and break the curse...

- My true love?
- My mom?

Cinderella.

You met her in the
last chapter, remember?

Kid, none of that was real.

Snow White isn't my grandma.
My shrink isn't Jiminy Cricket.

I never flew with Peter
Pan and I never crashed

- into Cinderella's carriage...
- It was true.

You returned all
the happy endings.

And now my mom and all the
others need you to do it again.

The curse put most people
in Hyperion Heights, but...

I hear that's an up and
coming neighborhood.

Doesn't really sound
like a curse to me.

- Come on.
- It is!

It's up and coming
because my step-grandma,

Cinderella's step-mom, is trying
to bring people from this world in,

so all the fairy tale
characters move out.

Move away, get separated.

Just like you lost Cinderella...
everyone will lose each other...

forever.

Sad story, kid.

But that's all it is. Now
come on, I got stuff to do.

- But my mom, she needs...
- Look, kid,
I'm sorry about your mom.

But, I'm not some magic fairy
tale character who can swoop in

and change her life.

She's got to do
what we all do...

She's got to save herself.

You're late, again.

I ran here as fast as I could,
but my roommate took too long

in the bathroom and
then the door got stuck.

I don't give a crap.

I'm paying you for thirty-nine
hours... Really, Carl?

- That's coming out
of your paycheck.
- Hey, Louie, lay off.

It's just chicken. No
need to be a jerk about it.

Apologize.

Now or get out.

I can't, because it's true.

You're a jerk.

You think you know
me so well, huh?

I know you.

I've known a million yous.

Single mom. Kid to take care of.

No real skills, other
than that temper.

You need this job.

This is the best you
can do and you know it.

So, yeah, you're
gonna apologize.

Right?

Never.

Uh, Cinderella, are you okay?

Come one. Come
on, wake up. Come on.

Are you okay?

I think so.

- The hyacinths broke my fall.
- Your lucky flower.

And you broke my carriage.

And scared off Felipe.

- Felipe?
- My... My steed.

It's the one with
an actual head,

unlike your
headless-horse contraption.

Motorcycle.

What the hell were you
doing there, anyway?

Uh, heading home and well,
time is kind of... of the essence.

- Is your home going somewhere?
- No. But the way home is.

I'm from another realm.

- Portals and well,
they don't stay open...
- Enough.

I have somewhere to be
too and I am not walking

- the rest of the way
in glass slippers.
- Right. The slippers.

Your story.

- My story?
- Well, yeah, sure.

Everyone knows it. You
know from the books,

- and there was the cartoon...
- Who are you?

And it doesn't really matter right now
because it's your story we gotta fix...

Don't you have a Prince to find?

Yeah. I do.

Well, maybe I
can give you a ride.

You want me to
get on that thing?

Well, yeah. You're
gonna love it.

"If you wanna see your
laptop again, meet me at Roni's.

"Take a left at the Troll
under the Aurora Bridge."

Really?

Uh... Hello?

Uh, excuse me. Is this Roni's?

I sure hope so.

Or else I put the
wrong sign, out front.

I'm Roni.

What can I get ya?

Well, it's your lucky day, kid.

Whole bar's half
off till midnight.

Midnight? Then what?
Place turns into a pumpkin?

More like a juice bar,

or whatever the bitch
who bought us out, drinks.

- You're selling, huh?
- Well, neighborhood's changing.

And not by choice.

By... Belfrey.

- By what-frey?
- Victoria Belfrey?

She's buying up everything.

Bringing folks in.

This used to be...

used to be a community here.

Used to be nice.

But now...

everyone's scattering.

Hmm.

Can't fight the power, right?

Might as well take the money.

And you don't exactly look like
you're having a banner day either.

Been interesting,
that's for sure.

What gives?

Imagine if I walked through that
door and told you that I was your son.

That would be a kicker.

Pretty simple. You
turn here, give it gas.

Squeeze here for the
brakes to slow it down.

Squeeze here to shift gears.

- A lot of squeezing.
- Yeah.

Here, how about you
hop on and I can show you.

All you have to
do is hold on tight.

Well, I suppose there are
worse ways of getting to a ball

than getting escorted by a handsome
man in a tiny, smoke-breathing carriage.

Motorcycle.

- Did you say handsome?
- Would you show me the gas

- and brakes again?
- Yeah.

See?

- Simple.
- One more thing.

- Yeah.
- My story, how does it end?

Do the Prince and I just dance
and live happily ever after?

There's usually a
complication before that.

He has to find you.

- How does he do that?
- In most versions,
you leave him a sign.

The glass slipper, which he
uses to find the girl who fits it.

And that is ridiculous.

Do you know how many girls
have the same size foot as me?

A plot hole for sure.

- And, I don't believe in signs.
- Well, that's how it goes...

- usually.
- Well, maybe it could
use a twist.

Thanks for the lesson.

Whoa!

- What're you doing home
so early?
- I quit.

- What?
- You know...

- Louie, he's...
- Yeah, I know what Louie is.

He's what you grin and bear
so that the singles in the rent jar,

don't get lonely.

- I'll figure something out.
- What's your step-mom gonna say?

I know she wasn't thrilled to let
you have custody of Lucy with a job.

- So now...
- She's not gonna say a thing,

because she is never gonna know.

Here.

Speaking of that uptight crone,
it's time for Lucy to go to her.

Is she almost ready?

Don't know. Door's
been closed all morning.

If she's still asleep, her
grandma will kill me if she's late.

Hey.

Lucy!

Hey!

Uh, no. I'm gonna kill her.

And my step-mother's
going to kill the both of us.

She's coming up. Come
on, people, look alive.

You, clean up that up. You,
take off that ridiculous tie.

Everybody, look
busy! And remember,

no eye contact!

- Good morning.
- Is it?

So, tell me, how is it that I have
three assistants and none of them know

where my granddaughter is.

- Why wasn't she
at the house?
- I don't know.

I've been trying to get a
hold of Jacinda all day.

Stop trying. Start succeeding.

Or must I do everything myself?

So you're Cinderella's
Fairy Godmother?

You're not very impressive
without your wings.

My wings... they're gone.

I cut them off while
you were sleeping.

Surprise.

But why?

- Why are you doing this?
- Consider it a teaching moment.

- For my other daughter.
- Are you done here, Mother?

I have a ball to get to.

- And the Prince won't...
- Isn't going anywhere, Drizella.

And if you're going to be a
princess, you need to understand

what real power looks like.

You have her wand.

- Can I...
- Never rely on magic.

Magic isn't power,
because magic can be taken.

But fear... fear lasts forever.

Of course, Mother. I'm sorry.

As you should be.

I suppose there's no harm in
using this wand just the once.

How does this work?
Something like...

Bibbidi bobbidi boo?

I guess that was it.

If Cinderella ever returns,
have her clean that up.

Lucy!

Hey.

What are you doing?

Making a wish before Grandma
demolishes this whole place for condos.

Demolishes what place, baby?

This is just a sad
and abandoned lot.

No. This used to be a garden.

Things used to grow here.

They can again.

See, I found this
quarter right here.

It's a sign.

- Things can change.
- I don't believe in signs.

Throwing that in there,
it's just a waste of a quarter.

- Not if the wish comes true.
- Okay.

Huh...

- Still empty.
- Give it time.

Okay, now, come on. Gotta
get you ready for ballet class.

You already got me in enough
trouble with my stepmom today.

- Sorry.
- Yeah. I know.

- Where did you go anyway?
- I found my dad.

Oh, hey, Jacinda.
How's it going?

Great.

Lucy's stealing computers
now, so that's new.

Never a dull
moment with that kid.

Speaking of my little
felon, you must be Henry.

I'm so sorry about all this.

I don't know what's gotten into her,
but I promise you, it won't happen again.

What?

Oh. Oh, oh. Uh, nothing.

Nothing. I'm just, uh, relieved.

You know I was starting to
wonder if I really did have a kid,

but clearly I don't because meeting
you, I would definitely remember.

Well, that's a...

- Yeah...
- Looks like you two kids need

an ice breaker.

On the house.

Cheers.

Oh, frog legs.
No. No, thank you.

Drink?

May I have this dance?

Thanks, but I'm not
really the dancing type.

Yeah, I picked up on that.

I brought your lucky
flower. Hyacinth.

I promise not to
knock you over again...

It is lovely.

One dance.

If you're here about your
headless horse, it's out back.

Actually, I'm less concerned
with that than the dagger you stole.

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

Oh, really? Then what's this?

It has my initials
engraved on the hilt.

"H.M." Henry Mills.

Are you crazy?

You didn't come here to fall in
love with the Prince, did you?

No. I didn't...

I came here to kill him.

Why would you do that?

Because that "Prince"
took everything from me.

He killed my father and had me
locked up, sweeping floors ever since.

You're going to throw
your life away for revenge?

Once you kill him, they'll kill
you. That's not a happy ending.

- There is no happy ending
for me.
- Maybe things are changing.

Maybe me crashing into your
carriage was a sign, you can start over.

I told you, I don't
believe in signs.

What if I told you
I know a place?

A land where people
start over all the time.

I'm going back tonight,
and you can come with me...

Start over.

Find your own story.

Sounds lovely but...

my father, he meant
the world to me.

- I just can't let it go.
- No, no, no.

No. Hey, wait...

What did you do?

You should really be more
careful what you drink...

I'm Alice.

I need to see Weaver.

- Someone to see you, Weaver.
- What?

There's someone new in town.

Thought you'd want to know.

So, I take it there's
no father in the picture?

Well there was this
guy, but it was just a fling.

Not my proudest moment,
but, uh, it gave me Lucy.

And I wouldn't change
that for the world.

As for the rest of my life...

Hmm... Not too happy
about your story?

What would you change?

Well, every day on my way to
work, I see this island out in the bay.

And I always imagine,

what if Lucy and I
had a little home there?

There's a lighthouse
and gardens and it just...

looks like the kinda place where
people live quiet, happy lives.

I guess it's not
much of a story.

I think it sounds perfect.

The bar's yours at midnight,
Victoria. Take a hike till then.

Happy to. As soon as Jacinda

tells me what the
hell is going on.

Lucy is sneaking out of your
house in the middle of the night

to meet up with
some strange man.

- This is...
- I can explain that.

- I...
- It, it's okay, Henry.

This isn't your fault.

- I'll fix it.
- How?

By day-drinking?

If I remember, that's how we
ended up with Lucy in the first place.

- That's not fair.
- Life isn't fair, Jacinda.

Lucy needs some stability. She
needs someone she can count on.

What are you saying?

As of tomorrow, Lucy
moves back in with me.

Permanently.

I'm starting to understand
the whole Cinderella thing.

I don't know what you're doing
here, but you're not helping anyone.

Lucy is a lonely,
little girl, Mr. Mills.

Whatever hole you're trying
to fill, she's not your answer.

So do her a favor, and
go back to your books.

Your fairy lands. Whatever
nonsense you write.

Because in this world, the
real world, people get hurt.

And if that happens, you'll be sorry
you ever stepped foot on this street.

Hey. Hello.

- I think my car was stolen.
- Really?

That sucks.

Yeah. So... Can you look for it?

Sure. No problem.

How 'bout I look
under my desk here.

Nope. I'm stumped.

Don't worry. I'll help you.

Some of us still care about police
work. Some of us still want to help people.

Have at it, Eagle Scout.

So what happened, mate?

Missing auto?

All right. Here, fill this out.

- Well, how long
is this going to take?
- Well, it's hard to tell.

I'll call around the
impound lots, but honestly...

most people find them stripped
in a parking lot somewhere.

So, our best bet is
hitting the pavement.

Yeah. Okay. Fine.
Whatever it takes.

I got to get out of this place.

Can you get me
out of this, please?

Out of what?

Wait, "Alice." You're the
Alice, from Wonderland?

And other places.

You have one weird trip and
it's all anyone knows about you.

Okay, well, I don't know
what this is about Alice from...

- uh, wherever,
but I got to get back now.
- Uh, no. Mm.

- You can't do that.
- Why not?

Because this isn't
your story, Henry Mills.

- How do you know who I am?
- I don't.

But Rumplestiltskin...

- does.
- You know Rumple?

Don't you know by now your
grandpa knows everyone?

He's watching out for you.

Okay, look, I don't have
time for mind games.

This isn't a game. Trust me.

When it's not your story...

bad things happen.

- You gonna stop me?
- Oh, no.

When bad things happen,
I want to be far, far away.

Forget that Cinderella
and go home.

When someone
needs help, I help 'em.

- Been looking for you.
- So, tell me.

- I want to hear everything.
- My car was stolen.

- What?
- You didn't help

- with that in any way, did you?
- Of course not.

My feet can't even
reach the pedal.

Uh-huh, well, if you remember
anything, you let me know, okay?

Wait.

Where are you going?

To look for my car and
then I'm going home.

But you are home.

Lucy, listen to me.

Your mom is really nice.

And I get the feeling that
you don't have the easiest life

and I'm sorry about that, but I
am not the one who can save you.

You still don't believe me.

- But you always believe.
- I can't go through this again.

Wait.

It didn't happen right
away with Emma either.

Lucy, it was just a book.

- You are not my daughter.
- But how do you know that?

- Because I know.
- That's the curse.

Stop it, Lucy. It's not a curse!

I know because I had a
family, okay? And I lost them.

- What?
- I had a family.

I had a wife and a kid that I
loved more than anything and...

Lucy, there was a fire.

And they died.

No, those are your
cursed memories.

I'm your daughter and my mom
is your wife and your true love.

Lucy, listen to me. I
would give anything

for another chance
at a family, but...

You don't need another chance.

We are your family.

Please, you have to
believe me. You have to.

It's why you can't write.

You're waiting for the
perfect first sentence.

But no story is perfect.

It just needs to start.

I'm sorry, Lucy. I really am.

- Get in.
- Why? Where are we going?

To live our story.

Damn it.

Stupid car.

It's not the car,
it's the curse.

It wants us to stay here.

Come on, baby. We're walking.

I must say, when my father suggested
this garish affair as a way to find

a royal bride, I had my doubts.

But who knew I'd find a
girl as stunning as you.

You don't recognize me, do you?

Simple girl from a simple
family that you destroyed.

I can't.

Thank you.

You won't regret...

You never quite manage to finish
your chores, do you, Cinderella?

- Why?
- That fool rejected my Drizella.

But his younger brother,
now there's a man of taste.

He's taking quite
a shine to my girl.

I had hoped that you would
do my dirty work for me.

But at least there's one
thing you can still do...

Guards!

This woman
assassinated the Prince!

- Henry.
- Take my bike and wait

for me where we first met. The
portal to my land opens at midnight.

You'll be safe there.
You need to go!

Stop that girl!

That girl killed the Prince!

Really? You checked
every lot and chop shop

- and none of them have my car?
- Yes.

And seeing as I'm the only
one here, willing to help you,

you might want to
curb your agitation a bit.

- Sorry.
- Look, I'm on your side.

- Just give me time.
- Officer Rogers,

- whatever you're working on
can wait.
- Ms. Belfrey,

- what can I do for you?
- Find my granddaughter.

- Lucy is missing?
- Mr. Mills,

- you're still here.
- Believe me,
I'm trying not to be.

- I just need to find my car.
- Hm, Jacinda's also missing.

I don't suppose you have any
idea where they ran off to, do you?

Uh...

No.

Mr. Mills, I do know
what you think of me...

- But I do care about my girls.
- Sure have a funny way
of showing it.

Jacinda tends to make mistakes.

If she wants to build a better
life for herself and her daughter,

she simply can't do it by
running away from her problems.

Tell me what you know.

You want your car back?

Help me find my girls.

- I'm not going.
- Lucy, no.

- Hey, we can't stay.
- No.

Listen, baby...

There's something
you don't know...

Grandma wants you to
live with her permanently.

What?

- Why?
- Doesn't matter.

See that island over there?

That's where our
story begins, Luce.

That's where we can
have a fresh start, together.

But what about Henry
and breaking the curse?

You have such a big
and beautiful imagination.

And I know why you want
to believe in fairy tales.

Because life is hard, and
you gotta believe in something.

But just this once,

can you believe in me?

I believe, Mom...

I believe in you.

Lucy.

Come here. Now...

Your grandmother
is worried sick.

Is not worried
enough to show up.

How did you find us?

Mr. Mills told us about
your little island fantasy.

- He was only trying to help.
- That's not true.

- He wouldn't do that.
- The truth hurts
more than fiction.

Speaking of which...

No.

Officer Rogers, can you
please put this in evidence

or get rid of it or
destroy it or I don't care.

It has caused enough trouble.

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's okay.

They found it, hm?

Yeah.

Cops found it abandoned
on the side of the road.

Nothing taken. No damage.

Doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, well, life doesn't
make any sense sometimes.

But you got what you
wanted, so that's good, for you.

I hope it was worth it.

Look, I didn't ask to be
dragged into your family drama.

Goodbye, Henry Mills.

And good luck on
that second book.

Cinderella!

Cinderella, I'm here!

Cinderella!

Yeah, I know. I was
crazy to think she'd come.

Ah, you get it.

Operation Glass Slipper is a go.

Hey, Eagle Scout.

I hear congrats are in order.

- What are you talking about?
- You made detective.

Looks like somebody
has a fairy godmother.

Ms. Belfrey

must have taken a liking to you.

Come on.

I'll introduce you
to your new partner.

- And did he? No but I
broke his finger anyway.

Hey, Detective.
Special delivery for ya'.

Meet your new partner.

Pleasure...

Detective.

We'll do great work together.

Nah.

I don't think I'm gonna
give you my bar today.

What?

- We have a deal.
- Yeah, well, that was yesterday.

- And what happened today?
- Your step daughter.

She inspired me.

- By running away?
- By not giving in to you.

You're so used to
pushing people around,

I think it's time you felt what it's
like, when someone pushes back.

You can't win.

Maybe.

Maybe not...

Today, I watched
you march into my bar,

acting like you owned the place.

And you know
what, I didn't like it.

Then I realized if I
sign this piece of paper,

you will own this place
and that I really don't like.

This is my bar.

It's my home...

It's my life...

Sure, it's seen better days,

but that doesn't mean it
won't, have better days again.

And just because life isn't
what you want it to be right now,

it doesn't mean you
should tear it down.

I started thinking about all the
things I wanna do and have...

that I'm not doing or having...

Excuse me.

- This is Tenth and Oak, right?
- Uh-huh.

- Shouldn't there be
a cemetery right here?
- Not that I know of.

Been like this long
as I can remember.

And how everyone in this neighborhood,
seems to have given up imagining

what a better life
might look like...

But if we can admit to ourselves

what we want is out
there somewhere...

Well, then maybe
we can fight for it.

And if we do that, then
we're halfway to getting it...

That's the thing about
the people of this town.

Things can seem...

hopeless.

When suddenly,

someone...

gives the rest of us...

inspiration.

Because the first step
to a new beginning...

is imagining that
one is even possible.

And I'll be damned if I stand by

and let a bully like you...

take that away from us anymore.

Now if you'll excuse me.

- You'll regret this, Roni.
- Doubtful.

Regret's not really my thing.