All language subtitles for Search Party (2016) - S04E04 - Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity-Jig (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Ghost)_track3_[eng]

Portia?

You're needed on set.

I'm ready.

♪ Oh, but dear,
the sky is low, watch ♪

Aww.

Oh, wow.
Oh, my gosh!

This is so exciting.
This is so eerie.

This looks, like, exactly like
a place we would've had brunch,

down to the tables
and everything.

Like a restaurant?

Oh, my God.
Portia!

Portia, it's me, Portia.

Hi.
Oh, my--

Or should I say,
it's you, Portia.

Hi!
- Wow.

- Hi.
- Wow.

So good to meet you.

You look--you look
really good.

- Oh, thank you.
- You look awesome.

I have to tell you,
I'm such a fan.

I mean, when they told me
that Donna DiMarco

was playing me,
my jaw dropped.

You know, you're just a legend.
- Oh, thank you.

Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, and then

I just was like, wait,
are we the same age?

I'm not that much older,
but, um--

Anyway, I'm so happy
that you're acting still.

Yes!
Oh, gosh, yes, girl.

I am thriving.

Yeah, ever since I became
a mom,

I've been making

these antibiotic lollipops now
for kiddos,

so I just boil doxycycline,
a little bit of simple syrup,

try to keep it all organic,
all that stuff.

You have kids?
- No.

No, not yet?

- We're not the same age.
- Oh, okay.

Oh, hey, have you met the boys?

You have to meet the boys.
- No. Hi!

- Hi.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Hi.

Oh, it's so great to meet you.

It's so good to meet you.
I'm Portia.

- I'm Nate.
- Nate.

- And I'm playing your GBF.
- Eek!

- Elliott is such a riot.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God,
he's got a twisted mind.

It's crazy he believes
any of the stuff he says.

- Yeah.
- You know, it's probably

'cause his brain chemicals
are like,

"Blah!"

So, Portia, why were you
friends with these people?

Oh, I'm still friends
with them.

I do love them.
Very much, actually.

- Well, I'm Freddy.
- Hi, Freddy.

- I'm playing Drew.
- Oh, my--

It is such an honor
to be working with you.

Listen, I am so sorry
about what's happened to you.

Oh, thank you,
and I am just--

I'm so happy
you're playing Drew.

I think it's so cool
that they... did that.

Well, you're playing
an Iraqi American woman.

- That is true.
- I--sorry.

I just--I had this idea
for Portia.

Great.

So I thought
that Portia could, like,

always be chewing gum
in the scenes, right?

But just, like, really, like--

Really open-mouth,
like, chewing,

and then anytime
anyone said anything shocking,

she could be like--

Does that kind of vibe
with who you--

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

Portia, I'm here
for just a few minutes

for a fitting.
- Hi.

And I wanted to say hi
while I was on set today.

- So nice to meet you.
- I'm Charlotte. Hi.

Hi, Charlotte.
Who are you playing?

I'm playing Chantal.

No.

- Sorry?
- What?

No, sorry, not no.

Sorry, this is just--
this is all so interesting.

This is... so...interesting.

I had to look for you.

Do you know
how stressful that was?

It was dark

and I thought every mailbox
that I passed was you.

I couldn't catch a break.

Then my coat got snagged
in the car door

in the middle of Skid Row.

And my shoe fell off,

and I stepped
on the cold street

with my bare foot.

What a fiasco, by the way.

And all I could think was
if you were okay.

Well, hello, neighbor!

Excuse me very much!

What do you think
you are up to?

I'm decorating.

It sounded like
maybe you didn't have

a plan to do so,

and so I thought,
why not help you do your share

to spread some seasonal cheer.

Well, I'll have you know
that this is my property.

And I must ask you
to leave immediately.

I will not have
some thick-headed townie

showing off her stilt work
on my yard.

Out! Out! Out!

Look, lady,
I tried to be nice,

I tried to be polite,

and I get that city folk
let seasons come and go

without any respect

for what they mean
to this country,

but in this town, we do things
a little differently.

We care.

You should care about

getting down from that ladder

and getting back in your car
within the next six seconds.

Or I'm gonna tell everybody
in this town

that you hit me!

- What?

I am not doing that.
You're doing that.

You're a crazy woman!

I am intimate

with the most desperate
and ostentatious lawyers

on the whole East Coast,

and they would love

to make anybody's life
a goddamn nightmare!

They are begging
for the green light.

All it takes is one text.

You Grinch.

You Scrooge.

You abominable snow-woman!

Help.

Help.
Help.

Is there someone in your car
calling for help?

Call--call the police.

The police?
What for, hon?

I just don't understand
why you need to leave

so suddenly.

Yeah, I don't know.

The email just said, like,
"Oh, we'd be honored

"if you would be
the alumni speaker

"at this year's
senior ring ceremony,

but you have to leave
immediately," so...

I mean, it just seems
kinda rude

not to give you
at least a month

or even a day
to prepare a speech.

I think that I'm like
the last-minute fill-in

for someone that dropped out
or something,

so think I'm just gonna
have to wing it.

Well, when will you be back?

You know, 'cause I was
really hoping we could work

the Snowflake Gala together.

Yeah, I should be back
by then.

Um, but who knows, right?

'Cause I actually might stay
a couple extra days

to see my family in Chicago.

So can we just
play it by ear?

Well...

can you just promise me
you'll be back by then?

Yeah, I'll--
I'm really gonna try my best.

This doesn't have
anything to do with Dory,

does it?

Wait, no, you're not talking

about, like, my ex-girlfriend
Dory, right, like--

I accidentally looked
at your Google history.

It just popped up.

And you look her up,
like, every day.

No. No.
No, no, no, no, no.

I do--
why would it do that?

That is so--that's, um--
that's so weird.

Oh, I bet it--I think
it's probably the presets.

Yeah, 'cause that was, um,

the first thing
that I had Googled

when I bought the laptop,

so then I bet it just now
Googles it automatically

every single day.

You're not lying to me,
are you?

Yeah, no, I'm--I-I--

I am...

- I am not lying.

I think I love you.

Yes.

And, um...

yeah, I am having...

big, big feelings too.

"Big feelings"?

S-so you don't--
you don't love me.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

That's not--
- It's okay.

No, that--
that's what I was saying.

It means--it means
the same thing.

Hey, hey, I...

I love ya.

Well, good.

Yeah, good.

For the love of God,
somebody help!

I think I cracked a rib,
and I need medical attention!

Ow.

Please.

Stop.

No one can hear you.

Well, what do we do?

There's nothing we can do.

What?
Why do you live like this?

Is this how you wanna live?

No.

This is how
he wants me to live.

I have no choice.

So Lylah's a man, right?

Yes.

His name... is Chip.

I knew it was a wig.

Once, I saw her at the market
and I thought,

"My God,

that woman's hair looks
completely upside-down."

He keeps me down here.

Then let's escape!

Let's beat the hell out of him.

It's two against one,

and I got
my grandfather's forearms.

Please don't do that.

He's the only one
who knows the code

to get out of here,

and if he dies, we die.

How could you just let this
happen to yourself?

I don't understand
your generation.

So snap out of it!

I had my chance.

I blew it.

Is this where you potty?

- They're perfect.
- Beautiful.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Behold the Elliott Gun.

There's gonna be one
in every household in America

before the end of the year.

- Oh--
- Uhh--

And just like
the prototype promises,

no safety, always loaded.

No, you figured out a way
to keep it always loaded?

How?
- Oh, I don't know.

None of us know.

But seriously, you have made

a lot of very rich men
even richer,

and that is not something
we take lightly.

Mmm.

We got a call from, uh...
Warren Peaches.

About you.
Yesterday evening.

Whoa, I'm sorry,
wait, wait, wait.

Warren Peaches, the CEO
of this network, knows my name?

Oh, he more than knows
your name.

He's a fan.
- Oh, my God.

And his message was
crystal clear.

"Make Elliott Goss a star."

Elliott,

we not only wanna launch
Elliott Guns.

We wanna make you a major face
of this network.

Oh, my heavens!

Okay, but what
does that mean exactly?

Like, what happens to the show?
What happens to Charlie?

Oh, don't worry
about Charlie.

I hate Charlie.

Everyone here hates Charlie.
- Well...

She's fussy.

I wanna fire her myself,

and I'm gonna do it
in a scary way.

- Oh.

Just worry
about yourself, Elliott.

You're going to be
a household name.

- Yeah.

Food.

Uh, sorry, Lylah?
Or--I don't know.

Um, I would like to know

what exactly you are
considering doing with me.

I don't know!

I don't know yet.

This was not part of the plan
and I need time, okay?

I need time to think.

Well, if you're not planning
on killing me,

I would be very grateful.

But I should say that I will
need to eat very soon,

and I--sorry,

but I absolutely cannot
eat that.

At least I can't eat it
without my medication,

which I need to take
in three hours.

And you should know that I have
a corrugated heart,

Poppy Gillies Type 2, gastritis,

and chronic dropsy.

Can't have gluten or dairy

unless it's unpasteurized
and hot.

I don't like plantains,

so don't even try and cook
a meal like that.

And if there's a hint of spice,

that is instant,
instant diarrhea.

Can't have venison.
Ate too much one night.

I haven't gone near it since.

I am on my third heart,
so no red meat,

or at least no more
than 2 ounces of a lean cut.

If I touch a peanut,
I simply die.

Well, the nuggets are cooked
in peanut oil.

I knew it.

I could feel my shoulders
starting to break out.

If you can't tell,
I'm not easy to keep alive.

Do you see, Dory?

Do you see what happens
when you betray me?

Things get complicated!

Do you guys remember
that girl,

Chantal Witherbottom?

Do I.

That girl was like queen bee.

Every time she walked
into class,

all the boys' heads would turn.

And a few girls'.

Uh-oh.
I know that look.

Something on your mind, pussycat?

Do you guys ever get
that feeling

in the back of your neck?

Like pins?

Or pricks.

That's it. Pricks.

My love, listen
to your instincts, okay?

Now, you know I support you
no matter what.

Hey, who wants to go
clubbing tonight?

I'm five years cancer-free,
and I'm ready to tear it up.

I could get us into Dance 63.

I've been blowing the bouncer.

Guys, I'm serious.

I saw a news report
that she's missing.

And I don't know how to explain
what's happening to me.

But I know
I can't just sit back

and let it happen.

And I know this is gonna sound
so stupid...

But if she dies,

I die.

And cut.

I love working with you.

- Why did we cut?
- Oof.

That felt really good.

I'm--did one of you mess up?

- No, I was word-perfect.
- Mm-mm.

Ah.

First scene, first take.

- Yes.
- Amazing.

Donna, I love you.
I love your Portia.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

How we doing?
- Oh, I feel good.

- Oh, okay. Okay.
- Yeah, I feel great.

How do you--are you good?

You want me to try
something different?

Um...

I don't know how to give
this note, 'cause it's, um,

it's kind of about changing
your entire nature, right?

So I'm just craving

a little more devilishness,
you know?

Yeah.

I mean, this is
literally a woman

who did horrible things,

and so even though it's not
in the text in this scene,

I still wanna feel that in you.

Well, I think

just, um, 'cause I try
to be a deep actor,

I don't wanna make her
like a caricature.

You know what I mean?
- Uh-huh.

You know what?

Let's, uh--let's just do
another take.

- Okay, yeah, let's do it.
- And we'll see what happens.

And just shake off.
- Yeah.

Shake off this one.
Except for you.

Except for you guys.
Keep it.

Okay.

I love her.

And then you mix
exactly one teaspoon

of the powder.

Teaspoon.
That's all.

Hey, babe.
- Hey, Char-Char.

- What's wrong?
- What?

You're hiding something.

Hiding something?
Me?

You know something.

It's about me, I can tell.

What do you know?
- Nothing.

I literally
don't know anything.

My mind has honestly
been blank for hours.

- Tell me.
- Okay.

There's just some talk

that there may be some changes
at the network.

Why do you know this?

It's so not a big deal.

They just had, like,
a two-second chat with me

about maybe taking on
a little bit more.

Nothing major.

Okay, but you should
maybe expect

to possibly be fired

and for me to become
the face of everything,

but honestly, who's to say
what the future holds?

- Oh! Ow.

- I see how it is.

You're fun.

They like you.

But they don't know you.

Not like I do.

I know
who Elliott Goss really is.

He's a pathetic loser.
- Hmm.

And the irony is

is that this
is his death sentence.

You can't handle pressure.

You never have.

Not with your books,

not with your water bottles,

and certainly not with
this show.

Is that because
deep down you know

that you're just
a buck-toothed baby

with bear shit
smeared across his face,

praying for the rain to wash
his dirty family away?

Charlie, I'm sorry.

It's just all so out
of my control, you know?

Like, this is
just what they want for me.

They even proposed
like a line of guns for me.

I want guns!

I will kill you!

Elliott!

Get back here!

Ohh--

Oh, my God!

- Is she okay?

What?

Is that a book?

What--

Charlie?

Oh, God.
Help!

Someone call 911!

My friend was hit by a book!

Wh--
where did that come from?

Can I ask,

where are we?

I saw a license plate
from Massachusetts.

Is that where we are?

Oh, my God.

You don't even know
what planet you're on.

Yes, this is
Babyfoot, Massachusetts.

I'm happy you're here.

I haven't talked to anyone
in... months.

Well, that must be difficult.

The days just melt
into each other.

There's no... night here.

It's just one...

looong day.

I'm starting to wonder

if I'm ever gonna
get out of here.

Or if I should
just kill myself.

Okay.
Stop, stop, stop.

I'm sorry, but you have
got to stop talking

about all the things
you are talking about.

I don't talk like this.

My friends and I like to
keep it light.

Okay?
- I'm sorry.

I don't have anyone else
to talk to

about this kind of stuff.

Okay, you know what I do
when I am feeling...

down?

I say to myself,

"Paula Jo Bridgewater,

you are a happiness warrior."

So why don't you try that?
What's your name?

Dory.

Okay.
So you say, "Dory"...

Oh,
I knew you looked familiar.

Oh, I know who you are.

You're that girl.

Oh, my God!

I am trapped with a killer!
Ah! Oh!

A killer has trapped me
in a room with a killer!

Guys, look.

Unknown caller.

Answer it, Dor.

Hello?

Chantal?

- Dory!

Dory, are you okay?
- Dory!

I think I found a clue.

I don't believe a word
that she says.

Sorry, I just--
there's whispering.

I don't know if we're cutting.

Oh, it always feels personal,
doesn't it?

Ugh.
It's just the worst.

You guys can go.
You guys can go.

Oh.
Kay.

Kay.
Hi.

So I know it's dangerously late
to start talking like this,

but, um, I don't get
what you're doing, right?

It's, like, confusing me
as to who Dory even is.

- Totally.
- It's just not clear.

Yeah.
She's just very complicated.

And, like, even after
everything she did,

I still don't know
why she did it.

Okay.

So what I'm feeling right now

is like maybe
you're too close to her,

and, you know, you can't even
see her right now.

- Yeah.
- Here's an idea.

Why don't you take a week off?
- Okay.

Okay, and then come back
to me with a Dory I understand.

- Thank you so much for--
- Does that make sense?

Yeah.
Thanks for taking the time.

No, you don't have
to thank me.

- Seriously.
- No, please don't.

Okay? Okay.

All right, everybody.

That's a wrap
because of Portia.

Oh.

All right.

Here's everything
you evidently must have.

And I just wanna say
that I made a decision

about what I'm
going to do with you.

And my decision is
that I just need more time

to sort through everything.

Well, I'm sorry to say,

but I think
I need to be released,

because I cannot share
a cell with her.

Why not?

Because she's a killer.

And I do not feel safe
around killers.

This is my best friend.

She's a good person.

Okay. Okay.
Well, I'm sorry.

Only a bad person would say
that Dory's a bad person.

You're a bad person.

You're a mean, disgusting,

sad, shitty, pathetic,

evil, scary, ugly person!

Ow.

- Chip.

Chip.
You need to get her help.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

Not after what she said
about you.

Help...

I-I can't breathe.

Oh, my God!

Call an ambulance.

No, she doesn't need
an ambulance.

She just needs to put her head
between her legs

and take some deep breaths.
- No.

She needs,
like, real medical help.

She's just being
dramatic!

There's no way
a peanut could do that!

She needs to learn

that she can't treat you
like that.

Because you're a good person.

In fact, you're a--
you're a perfect person.

And you need to start
embracing that.

Stop calling me
a good person.

- You know what?

We've both had
really long days.

I killed Keith.

I killed him.

Now you're just
talking gibberish.

- Kay?

I can still hear
the sound of his skull

cracking on the counter.

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

I killed him!

And then I killed my neighbor
to cover it up!

And then I lied about it.

And I got away with all of it!

I deserve to be in jail,

but instead, I'm trapped
in this basement with you!

No!

You're innocent!

No!

All those horrible things
they said are true.

I am a murderer.

I'm a liar.

I'm a psycho.

What you really like about me
is that I can manipulate people

into thinking that I'm not.

You admire that,
because you wish

that you could do
the same thing.

But you can't.

Because people just know

that you're a fucking freak!

Stop!
Stop it!

Trust me.

You don't wanna be my friend.

I'm not worth it.

I just--I hate myself so much.

I'm so scared of myself,

of what I'm capable of,

of what I don't understand.

I don't wanna be me anymore!

I just wanna start over!

I'm broken!
I'm wrong!

I just wish

all the darkness inside of me
could be erased.

I just wanna start over.

- Hi.
- Drewby.

- Yeah.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Oh, my gosh.

- Yeah.
- It's been so long.

- Yeah.
- I'm happy that you're alive.

- Yeah, yeah, me too.
- Hi.

- Drew?
- Hi.

I haven't seen you
in months.

- Yeah.
- You've gained weight.

Okay.
Yeah, great.

I think it looks
really good in your face.

- Oh, thanks, yeah.
- Is everything okay?

Are you fine?
- Yeah, everything's cool.

No, I'm good, yeah.

Sorry to just show up
like this.

My phone's dead and I've been
traveling all day, so...

Where have you been
traveling from?

Where have you been?

Yeah, no, no, there's a lot
to tell you guys,

but I just wanna start off
by saying...

I think that Dory's in trouble.

Oh, did she leave her debit
card at a museum or something?

I don't know what's going on,
but I do know for a fact

that she's posting pictures
from Europe that aren't real.

- What?
- What, what, what?

- Yeah. Just--
- What are you--

Here, look.

Okay.
Yeah.

So yeah.
So this photo, right?

So that was supposedly taken
yesterday, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well...

Yep, I knew that I had
packed this away in storage,

so I flew here and I dug
through those boxes

for three hours,
but I found it.

That's the same sweater.

Oh, this is
for sure photoshopped.

I can tell. I used to--
I used to do this all the time

when I would show Mark pictures
of my fake family.

Like, why would she do this?

And she left all of a sudden,
and then I had to

pack all her stuff
and put it in storage.

It's like, I don't know.

S-something just seems wrong.
- This is weird.

This is--what's--
oh, God, what's happening?

Oh, my God, I forgot
to tell y'all something.

- What?
- The Twink is alive.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

- The Twink that honeyed me?
- Yes. I'm sorry.

- El!
- No, I'm sorry.

I just--finding out about it
was like

the least important thing
that happened to me that day,

and it just kinda flew out
of my mind.

I'm sorry.
- Oh, my God.

But, hey, Elliott,
I mean, the hospital,

they called me, right,
and they said that he was dead.

- Yeah.
- Right, but now that

I think about it,
that is so weird.

Why would a hospital
call someone

who's not a family member

and tell them
the patient's dead?

Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.

Yeah, that's--that is weird.

Ooh.

I don't like this.

I'm starting to get
freaked out.

Okay, so...

yeah, so no one knows
where Dory is, right?

So... she's missing.

You know, I mean,
we don't owe her this, but...

Like maybe we look into it?

I mean, yeah,
let's look into it,

but, you know,
doesn't have to be

like a huge search
or anything.

Yeah.
It's probably nothing.

But maybe we should
look into it.

Yeah.

Okay.

♪ I might be lost ♪

♪ But I know the way ♪

♪ Your face is long ♪

♪ From what I can see ♪

♪ The dark horse rides ♪

♪ On a sea of white ♪

♪ Just like the sun ♪

♪ I can feel it all ♪

♪ Just like the sun ♪

♪ We've reached a way ♪

♪ To a better time ♪

♪ I can see it all ♪

♪ On a sea of white ♪

♪ If I shut my eyes... ♪