All language subtitles for Terror.Tales.Poetry.and.Death.Volume.1.2025.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264

Oh Death,
how soon will you come?

When will I know?

Oh Death, oh Death,
what is the manner
in which I shall go?

We all want to know
when and how will meet Death.

Will I leave my mark?

Will I have regrets

before I take my last breath?

Answers to these questions
are ones that many do seek.

But sadly for most,
the outcome is unpredictable

and the end, so often bleak.

Death, you see,
hides in plain sight

and needs no introduction.

Yet you'll know
when Death's near

as your body ceases to function.

We've all heard the ghost
stories,

those tales from the dark side.

Flooding your mind with thoughts
of your very own demise.

Maybe you've searched
for the answers to Death
in your ABCs,

in a trilogy,
from beyond the grave,
or on All Hallows' Eve.

Alas, if you didn't find
the truth in some old VHS,

in a crypt, or comic,
or some hidden nook.

Maybe you'll find them
right here, in the pages
of one of our terrifying books.

But whatever answers
you may find,
there is one simple truth.

Death comes for us all,

and to some,
even in their youth.

How will Death come to
those in our little story?

You'll find out soon enough,
but some will surely be gory.

So sit back, relax,
and turn out the lights.

It's time to hear some stories
that will give you a fright.

We won't leave out
a single detail,

as poetry and Death meet

within the pages of these
haunting Terror Tales.

Now, let's begin.

Round and round
and round we spin.

They all fall down.

What fickle pins.

The split of Death.

No time to cry,
for his beloved game
has gone awry.

Fearfully,
I see what you cannot.

The split of Death.

The scream
that calls behind his eyes.

The split of Death.

No time to cry out now.

Amid the game I'll never win.

What fickle pins.

We all fall down.

Round and round
and round we spin.

Bowl a good game?

Improvements can always be made.

There's always tomorrow, right?

Yeah.

Martha Francis.

Martha Francis?

Golly, I wasn't sure it was you.

You purchased wine
this evening and...

you dropped your wallet, Martha.

I knew I had to track
you down and return it.

Safely.

A wallet holds
many useful documents,

not to mention cash sometimes.

It's an essential item.

I knew you'd be
distressed without it.

Did I drop it?

So I did.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

My name is Henry.

I was at the bowling alley.

I'm a bowling enthusiast.

I was upset tonight.

Couldn't make the split.

It's not that I couldn't.

I could.

Do you work near
the bowling alley?

I couldn't tell by your wallet.

Ah...

Hey, I hope
this didn't upset you.

I just saw your wallet and
your address is on the license.

I live close by, so
it's really no trouble, but...

I understand.

You can't be too
careful these days.

I read the news.

There's a lot of strange
people out there, it seems.

Hard to know who you can trust.

Anyway, here, take it.

I'll be on my way.

All right.

Sorry, I just...

I just don't know
how this happened.

I just thought that I don't...

Anyway, my husband is
waiting for me, so I'm...

Thank you. Thank you so much.

This was very kind.

That's so nice.

No! No!

No! No!

It doesn't
have to be like this.

When you get a bad break,
don't lose your temper.

There must be
an easier way to learn to bowl.

Enough's enough.
What say we knock it off
and start all over again.

Talk about
a splitting headache. Hmm?

Much like a painting,

layered and detailed,
nuanced and messy.

Apologies only go so far.

And sometimes
they arrive too late.

Two months.

Two fates.

Two friends.

Rarely a clean end.

Happily ever after, it ends.

Then she may return.

And so it begins.

Friends forever.

After all this time.

Know that you can never hide
from the devil on your doorstep

once you let her inside.

Once upon a time,
there were two best friends.

Hey.

What's up?

Same old, same old.

That's very boring.

I'm a boring person.

How's the painting going?

It's okay.

Wow. I've never
heard you be so vague.

Look, I know you
feel bad about Skylar,

but you have to know
it wasn't your fault.

She stalked you.
You had to get
a restraining order.

You had no control over that.

I just hope
her parents like the painting.

They're gonna love it.

In a weird way,
I think Skylar would too.

Way to weird me out.

Seriously, she was disturbed,
no doubt,

that she left her work.

And I think that now,
wherever she is, she's better.

I hope.

Hang on. Someone's at the door.

Really?

Don't worry.
I'll take you with me.

What's in the package?

I don't know yet.

There's a card.

Secret admirer?

I don't think so.

What is it?

Uh, it's from Skylar.

That's disturbing.

Maybe from her parents?

I don't think so.

What's the card say?

It's just got a symbol.

It's an apology.

That is weird.

She obviously
sent it before she died.

That was two months ago, though.

Yeah, not gonna lie,
that's spooky.

It's a doll. Huh.

Oh my god, are you kidding me?

I wish I was.

Snap me a pic.
Send one with the symbol too.

Okay. Hang on.

Damn, my mom's beeping in.
I'll call you back.

Okay.

What happened to you?

Hmm.

Hey.

You're breaking up.

Madison?

Why did you let me die?

Now we will be together
forever.

Skylar?

-Madison?
-Yes, who else?

I just got a weird phone call.

Hope you're ready to
up the weirdness level.

What now?

I looked at
the symbol and the doll.

All this stuff
came up about Santeria.

What?

It's used in a ceremony in
which someone's soul is placed
into...

Madison?

No.

Please don't. Please...

-Hi.
-Madison?

Oh my God.

Sorry, I can't answer right
now.

If you leave a message,
I'll call you back

No.

No.

No!

Somebody help me!

Friends don't
let friends die alone.

You can't be here.

Please don't. Not here.

Not like this.

Come on. Just try one out now.

What's the risk?

Are you scared of the glitch?

It's not so scary.

Not so far out.

Almost gone.

Lost.

Deeper.

Darker.

Darkness.

Vices vibrant within
the shroud of night vision.

Mental switchboards
short-circuited.

In due time revisions.

You see, addiction
can be persuasive.

Faces can change like phases.

People can trade places.

And time might just melt
in your mouth if you let it.

Hey, you really
want to film this?

You know we're
here to buy drugs, right?

For the cops
watching this at home,

we're actually buying drugs
for Xander's junkie girlfriend.

- She's not a junkie.
- -Didn't you just get out of rehab?

We actually met in rehab.

Oh, good.
I see that whole process worked out for you two then.

Let's wrap it up.
He's going to
be here any second.

I don't think he's going to
appreciate a camera in his face.

You don't even know him.

He's Kate's dealer.

Look, she trusts him,
I trust her.

Can you just
turn the camera off?

- Dude, we're lost.
Where are we going?
- It's fine.

It's not fine.
We're going around in circles.

You don't have to
make a big deal of it.

He's just taking
us to a safe place.

It's not much further.

- This is shit.
- Yeah.

Are you filming?

I'm just using it for
the night vision. It's fine.

-I'm telling you, I said no.
I can't film this.
-It doesn't matter.

Oh, you're a fork
in the road, sweet.

Where the hell is he?

Did we lose him?

Well, man,
we probably could have
walked a little further.

- How the hell did he get over there?
- -I don't know.

Come on.

Xander, I don't like it.

Yeah, me neither.
He spoke French.

This is the part
where he kills us.

Turn that off. I'm serious now.

Oh, and you weren't
serious before.

Hey, you all good, man?

Is everything all right?

Uh...

Jesus! Christ...

What are you looking at?

Man, we're just...

Nothing.

Are we doing this or what?

Of course. Of course.

Sorry, I just needed
to bring you somewhere safe.

Somewhere away from prying eyes.

This is safe?

-Middle of the woods.
-Eliza...

I was looking for the house.

Avec la porte verte.

But I can't
remember where it is.

But hey, that's okay.
I mean, you two seem cool.

Let's just do it here.

You got the money?

Yeah. Yeah, you got the pills?

Sure do. Kate tells me
you're in for a big one,

so I put a few extra
in there free of charge.

Thanks, man.

That's good.
Can we go now?

Yeah, let's do it.

-You don't want to try one?
-Huh?

I mean, yeah,
let's try some, right?

Before you go,
let's have some fun.

A pill? Um, I don't know.

We've got a thing, a party
that we've got to get to.

Come on, I put a few
extra in there for you.

And you can
spare one for me, right?

And you still
have plenty left over.

A lot more than you paid for.

Yeah. Yeah, no, thank you.
Really appreciate it, man.

But we're actually quite late
for the party,

so we've
just got to go now. Sorry.

Okay, hey, I won't force you.

The decision is
entirely yours to make.

One, two, three.

Oh! That's the shit.

Yeah.

What?

There's no chance
you feel anything already.

Oh shit. I don't know, Eliza.

I don't know if
I'm feeling something.

How?

What is this stuff?

I'm starting to see why
Kate will like this so much.

It's called the Glitch.
Special homemade recipe.

You should try it with us.

I don't know.

Come on, Eliza, just do it.

Then we can go to the party.

Yeah.

Come on, Eliza.

Make the party fun.

Glitch out with us.

Uh, okay.

Okay.

Xander?

Xander? Xander?

- Is that...
- Yeah.

You got the pills?

No. No.
It's not possible.

This. There's no way.

You don't want to try one?

Huh?

What did you give me?

What's going on?

Hey, man. I don't know
what you gave me,

but something's not right.

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

Screw this.

Hey, you really
want to film this?

You know we're
here to buy drugs, right?

Hey, who are you?

Holy shit.

Listen, you can't be here.

This isn't...

Remember, kids, just say no.

No rest for the weary.

No fear allowed
beyond this point.

All trespassers shall
enter at their own risk.

Your safety is
your responsibility.

Your past is your present.

Your demons might be too shy
to show themselves outright,

and so she plots and plans,

listens, and walks right by
the skeletons slumped over
in the hallway of her past,

a past well worth reclaiming.

And this time, for her,
failure is not an option.

Again, no rest
for the weary, dear.

No rest for the weary.

Reagan, honey,
it's Grandma again.

I need you to
come back home, okay?

I need you and Booney
to get home right now.

Something's going on downtown.

People are being attacked.

I don't know what's happening,

but your grandfather
has his gun out,
and we're scared.

Just come home, okay?

I'm sorry we got in a fight.
None of that matters right now.

- I just need you...
- They're in the house!

Reagan.

Reagan, honey.

Your grandfather and I
love you so much, baby girl.

I love you so much.

Booney.

Come. Come. Come here.

Booney.

Come on.

Booney.

No!

Reagan, honey.
Where are you?

Booney has been
waiting by the door all night.

Please, come home.

Watching you do this
to yourself,
it breaks my heart.

I know it's not easy,
sweetheart.

I know that.
Just like
I knew with your mother.

You never really had the chance
to know her or her struggle.

But I told her the same thing
I'm about to tell you.

I just hope you'll listen.

The road ahead is gonna
test you every step of the way.

But you're not alone.

And that's reason enough to
try.

Honey, you're gonna
fail from time to time.

That's okay.

You just gotta
keep pushing yourself.

Every little inch
forward is progress.

You'll look back and you'll see
all of those little victories.

It's always going to be hard.

But as long as you're willing
to face it head on,

as long as you're willing
to just keep going,

you'll find a way to beat this.

A woman's best
friend to the very end.

Your cheeks will be rosy.

You'll have a nose
just like your mama

and a pocket full of posy.

There's no bond quite like that,

of a mother and her kin.

Flesh of my flesh.

Bone of my bone.

Oh, oh dearest child of mine.

To you, I will
offer pieces of myself.

For you, there is
no sacrifice too great.

For love, there
is no price too high.

I believe you will be perfect.

Oh, child of mine.

I believe. I believe. I believe.

Sam's sperm
are perfectly healthy.

Janelle, my advice
to you is keep trying.

Get plenty of rest.
Avoid caffeine.

Follow your cycle and be sure
you also take it easy.

If you do get another negative,
I want you to come in for
a sonogram and blood test.

In the meantime,
just keep trying.

It's got a nice ring to it.

I heard that.

What about Missy?

With an "i" and a heart.

She could be
a stripper or a rock star.

Oh, predetermining
her fate with a name.

It's twisted. I love it.

Okay, in all seriousness,
you know what I was thinking?

Maya. I think it's
such a beautiful name.

Maya. Yeah, it is nice.

But if it's a girl,
I get to name her.

Deal?

Deal.

So thank you both
again for your patience.

So the ultrasound came back.

And I'm afraid you have POF.

Premature ovarian failure.

I've read about POF.
There are treatments.

You can still
conceive with the treatments.

I'm very sorry
to tell you this, Janelle,

but your POF is non-reversible.

Your ovaries don't
appear to have any eggs.

There are other options, such as
surrogacy or adoption, however.

You can still be a mother.

Now, I'm also concerned
about your blood test.

We've also noticed a very high
red cell count

and some abnormalities
that are concerning.

I'm going to need you to follow
up with us for additional
blood tests.

Morning.

You look beautiful.

I'm not in the mood, Sam.

There are other options.

Plenty of babies
need loving mothers.

I'm not adopting
someone else's baby, Sam.

I want my own child.
I want a child
that comes from me.

I don't understand
why you don't get that.

I do. I get it.
But you know what?

None of these rip-off lotions
that you keep ordering or
fertility drinks

are going to work,
and we've got to accept it.

I want you to look
at the adoption pamphlet.

This is everything to me, Sam.

You have your perfect job
and your perfect sperm.

This is the only thing I want.
I'm not going to
just give up on it.

I know, but you shouldn't
let it ruin our life, right?

Hey, I can't talk
about this right now.

I've got to get to work.

To be continued.

I love you.

Love you.

-Hello?
-Sam?

Honey?

Hi, I'm actually in
the hospital right now.

What?

Oh, I cut my finger.

It was so stupid of me.
I just wasn't paying attention.

But I'm really fine.

Are you sure?
Do you need me
to come pick you up?

No. No, no, no, no.

Stay at work,
and I'll meet you back at home.

Oh, wow. Okay, message received.

Look, I just thought maybe
you wanted me to warm you up
with all those clothes on.

If you want, I can turn up
the heat, and we can get
a little more comfortable.

I'm just a little bit
sensitive from the accident.

All right, I get it.
I get it. I'm glad you're okay.

I'm fine.

Everything's
going to be better now.

Why are you flipping
me the bird right now, huh?

Honey, this is the blood test
that the doctor asked you to
take two months ago,

and it still hasn't been done.

-I guess I forgot.
-I'm concerned, Janelle.

You've lost so much weight,
I find pain pills
all over the house,

and you spend hours on end
in the bathroom.

Am I not
allowed privacy anymore?

Oh, you are, but I'm
worried that you're sick.

-I'm fine, Sam.
-How do you know?
How do you know you're fine?

How do you know you don't
have cancer or something?

-I don't have cancer, Sam.
-You can talk to me.

You can tell me
anything you want, okay?

But I'm here.

I don't know what
you want me to say, Sam.

I don't need you to
say anything, Janelle.

I just need you to go to
the doctors

and get this blood work done.

Okay.

I will.

Thanks for your concern.

What's going on, Janelle?

-I'm going to the bathroom.
-Oh, for Christ's sake.

Am I not allowed to
go to the bathroom, too?

No, you're allowed to go to
the bathroom.

I'm just...
I'm worried about you.

What's going on with you?

-I just need some space.
-Okay, you know what?

I'm going on
a business trip tomorrow.
I'll be gone for a few days.

You can have your space, and
you can do whatever you want.

I don't want to fight.

I'm sorry.

I'll be back Sunday.

Promise me you'll
be alright by yourself.

I'm not a child.

I'll be fine.
Just don't miss your flight.

-I love you.
-I love you, too.

Oh, one more thing.
Will you grab the garbage bags?

One of them is
starting to stink up the house.

Sure.

Hey, babe, it's me.
Um, listen, all of the flights

to the convention are canceled
today because of the storm,

so I'm going to be
going out tomorrow.

I'll be back home shortly,

so, look, text me or call me
when you get this

so you let me know you're okay.

Hey, babe, it's me.
Listen, I'm just in a little bit
of traffic right now,

so I should be about 30, 40
minutes before I get home.

I need you to
call me back, though. Okay?

I've left three, four messages,
and I want to know
if you're okay,

so text me or
call me as soon as you can.

I'm worried. Alright?

I love you. Call me.

Isn't she beautiful?

What a chip
off the old block.

Blood runs thick.

Vengeance on a slow drip.

The knife slicing
the most sensitive skin.

Sipping vices and vengeance.

Dealers and deals.

Time never changes.

Loss may never heal.

The pair will
meet after midnight.

Mark my words, the thirst
will surely be satiated,

as it may forever require.

Vengeance on a slow drip.

Blood runs thick.

Brewed in pain.

The wound's
most thirsted desire.

Sorry, we're closed.

The door's unlocked.

There's no more way to lock it.

They're still behind the bar.

Can I help you?

I would like a drink.

Like I said, we're closed.

So I can't have a drink.

That's kind of
what closed means.

Look, dude,
I've had a rough day,

and I'm not looking forward
to going back to my
shithole apartment

and my lazy-ass roommate.

One drink?

Fine.

Lock the door.

Oh.

Okay, sure.

One drink, okay?

You have until
the time I finish cleaning.

And how long is that?

Thirty minutes, give or take.

Perfect.

Tequila. Soda.

Two slices of lime.

Please.

We only have beer.

What the hell kind
of a place only has beer?

You ever heard of craft brewery?

Ugh, I hate beer.

If I believed in God, I would
think he had it out for me.

I suppose
you'll be leaving then.

I don't feel like
going anywhere else.

Okay, well, I need to clean up.

What's the strongest
beer you have?

Well, I've got a 13%
bourbon barrel-aged stout.

So it has bourbon in it.

Uh, not the way you're thinking.

I mean, it's more like...

It doesn't matter.
Just give me one.

Okay.

Nine bucks.

For this small-ass beer?

It's high ABV.

Fine.

Uh, we don't want to take cards.

So listen, dude.

When I said that
I had a rough day,
my debit card was part of it.

It got compromised,
and they shut it down.

All right, well,
do you have the exact amount?

Because I don't have change.

Just keep the rest.

Enjoy your drink.

Thank you.

So, what's your name?

Satchel.

Sorry.

That's a bag.

Yeah.

I've never heard of
anyone named Satchel before.

You never heard
of Satchel Paige?

Who is that?

Baseball player.

I don't follow the sports ball.

Speaking of names, what's yours?

Myrtle.

Myrtle?

Wow, that's an old name.

Not too many people
name Myrtle these days.

Old name, old soul.

I bet.

So, are you the owner?

Nope.

So you just...

tend the bar, then?

Yeah.

What else do you do?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

No one just
bartends in this town.

What are you pursuing?

What do you really want to do?

I'm a writer.

I knew it. I just knew it.

No, you didn't.

-You're easy to read.
-How's that?

You have this
grumpy silence about you.

Grumpy silence?

All unsuccessful
writers have it.

So, let's hear about
this bad day of yours.

Can I get another drink?

If you're not finished cleaning.

You already paid for it.

Thank you.

You're good at
changing the subject.

You know, my mom always said
that if you had a bad day,

a good day was
right around the corner.

She was way too
positive for this life.

My bad luck always
busted three days straight.

All my life from
pigtails to bad smells.

My braid was always flooded.

So, day one,
my card gets compromised.

I don't carry any credit cards
due to my lack
of impulse control.

So I'm downtown drunk,
can't get an Uber.

I had to wait for two hours
for a bus,
fighting off druggies.

Day two, my quote unquote
partner tells me they can't give
me what I need anymore.

So, I'm starving, hot, vomiting,

so I call in sick from work.

Apparently, I've called out
one too many times

because today, day three,
I got fired.

Well, it's midnight.

I have to go?

Three days are up.

Yes. Yes, they are.

Nice caps.

Set you back a bit.

Mm. Last thing
I put on a credit card.

I'm still paying for them.

But really,
they pay for themselves.

So, not just for fashion, then?

No.

Not just fashion.

One of those people.

One of those people.

Sounds like you're judging.

Just stating a fact.

Once you finish up
your drink, get going.

Are you finished cleaning?

No.

So that's how it is.

The way of the world, sweetie.

Was it the way of
the world when I got infected?

I didn't ask for this.

I'm a survivor.

I could have died when my
college roommate attacked me.

She left me for dead.

Clearly, she was
new to this whole thing

or else
she would have bled me dry.

Maybe she was just trying to
make me her partner

and didn't know
how to broach the subject.

She was 21. I was 17.

I was just a fucking kid,
and that bitch stole

what could have been
a normal life away from me.

When I recovered,
the hunger was there.

I was marked by the CDC.

Kicked out of school
for an entire semester.

That's tragic.

You don't sound
very sympathetic.

So there was this guy.

He had an adorable daughter.

Beautiful wife.

Cute dog.

Successful career.

Nice house.

He took his cute dog out for
a walk in the park near
his house

like he does every evening.

But this evening was different.

It was his birthday.

And his wife was
waiting for him at home,

oiled up in her birthday suit
to celebrate.

There was one more thing
different about this evening.

This evening, there was
construction going on
in the park.

The park was closed.

So he had to walk his dog on
the other side of the street

to a neighborhood
he hardly ever goes.

Unfortunately for him,

an infected person was taking
the same route

at exactly the same time.

He and his dog were discovered
in the bushes next morning by
passing school children.

Their bodies were drained dry.

I wonder.

What was he thinking as
his life's blood was
being sucked out of him?

Wife?

Daughter?

His mother perhaps?

My God.

I wonder what he was
thinking as he lay dying.

Nothing he can do about it.

No more soccer games.

No more dinners.

No more walks with his cute dog.

They never found out who did it.

That's a tragedy.

It's against the law.
We have synthetic blood
we can buy now.

I would never do
something like that.

I mean, I'm not
saying it can't happen.

Pure blood is always the best,
but never without consent,
of course.

There are bad people everywhere.

I have to clean the bathroom.

It won't take me long.

Finish your drink.

Ah!

Sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

I didn't hear you walk in.

My mother always
said I had gentle feet.

Um, you need
to use the bathroom?

No, thank you.

You never told me
about your writing.

What are you writing, Satchel?

It's a novel.

I'm writing a novel.

What's your novel about?

Well, it's about an android spy

trying to be human
in a dystopian world.

Sounds interesting.

Yeah, I've been
working on it for years.

Just going in circles, really.

Life's kind of
like that, isn't it?

It can be.

Why are you really here, Myrtle?

Why do you think?

How'd you hear about me?

The streets talk.

Too much sometimes.

So do you have
pure blood or not?

I can smell if it's
synthetic, by the way.

Follow me.

Why didn't you ask me why
I was here when I first came in?

I like to vet my customers.

Makes me feel more comfortable
doing business with them.

You feel comfortable around me?

I feel comfortable around you.

In there.

Here?

This is for killing
my brother and his dog.

And hi, Myrtle.

Sometimes life can really suck.

Alas, dear friends, these
tales of death are complete.

The show is over.

The curtain has fallen.

But don't get too comfortable,

because death will come
a-callin'.

Each life a verse
in a chilling rhyme.

A fleeting breath,
a dance with time.

In the blink of an eye,
like a candle in the wind.

Your eternal flame
is so suddenly dim.

So heed the darkness,
the creeping chill.

For death is patient,
and come for you it will.

In the still of night,
with eyes aglow,

Death beckons softly,

it's time to go.