All language subtitles for Palm.Royale.S02E08.1080p.x265-ELiTE_Track03

Here she is, Mrs. Rollins.

Freshly bathed for her journey.

Thank you, Lotte.

You've been incredibly kind.

A mother at long last.

Auf Wiedersehen, Penelope.

May you have a blessed future.

General Harrison's eggnog.

Bourbon. Neat.

Whole milk.

Grüezi, pals.

That's "hello" in Switzerland.

Grasshopper.

Danke.

Prepare to leave
your Palm Beach worries at the door,

and become newer, better European versions
of ourselves on the continental continent.

Are you ready to capture Norma

and throw her in a dark hole
forever and ever, amen?

What happened to leaving
our troubles at the door?

This isn't an ordinary trouble.
This is a tripart mission.

One, avenge my sister.

Two, get you out
of the basement at the FBI.

And three, give you
a lights out explosive headline

that's bound to win you a Pulitzer.

Three stones,
one identity-thieving murderess.

It is all rather thrilling.

Maybe some time away
might give me a fresh career perspective.

Nothing like some Alpine air

and an international woman-hunt
to clear the mind.

Evelyn, listen.

I wanted… Oh, okay.

I wanted to thank you as my conservatress
for coming with me on this Swiss sojourn.

I'm not coming abroad with you.

I'm coming abroad
with my gorgeous husband.

Right, darling?

A perfect opportunity
for a late honeymoon.

Sun, ski, me.

It'll be nice to take a break
from the stress of the business.

What stress of the business?

Oh, look. It's the incubator
waddling in for a landing.

Everyone, clear the path.

Make sure there's no
tripping hazards here.

VIP. Very important passenger
coming through.

- Shut the fuck up, Maxine.
- Geez, hold the sauce, Sister.

I was just trying to help you out.

Like when you played dead and haunted me?

I could kill you, I really could.

Are we about to have an incident?

No, no incident.

'Cause any incident you cause
will be cause for ejection.

As a decorated airman,
you have my solemn air-crew vow

that there'll be no cause for ejection
between my ex-wife and my wife.

You? A pilot?

Yes, ma'am. I proudly flew
the Dallas-Cleveland-Atlanta route

for 20 solid years.

- Big man. Ya. Big man.
- Ya, big man. Big man.

Douglas. I think
the air hostesses are making fun of you.

Ulla and Beullah were big men too once.

In the war.

Ya, in the war, we were huge men.

We were fighter pilots.

Now we're back to doing women's work,
pushing warm nuts.

Only good part of every Swiss layover

is taking Beullah's plane for a spin.

I dock it at our sister Sulla's chalet.

We let it rip!

- Where's the bathroom?
- In the rear.

Take your seats.

Go ahead.

Is there anything about me in there?

What are you doing here?

For your informacione,
we are on a secret mission.

Madge Post
is threatening to spread a rumor

that I'm Nixon's paramour,

and my only salvation
from societal ruin is the dim hope

that Axel has some bejeweled egg
stuffed in a safety deposit box.

The black widow and her mustachioed man

on an international gambit
full of intrigue, and jewels, and scandal.

Why, you two are the Jenna
and James Bond of Palm Beach.

When you put it in those Maxinian terms…

That's the spirit.

Let's take off!

That's not my decision.

Did you visit your portrait?

I still don't understand
how it's possible.

Switzerland is how.

It never takes sides in the who's who
and the what's what of the world,

and is more than happy
to oblige the wealth and whims

of one of its greatest families.

Of which you are now legally a member.

Yes, but a painting doesn't make
me a Dellacorte, Norma.

In Switzerland, names are given,
names are taken.

And now, you have
one of the most powerful, my son.

Pardon me, ma'am. Is this seat taken?

Where's Mitzi?

Oh, she's in the bathroom again.

That is quite a spiffy travel coat.

Oh, yeah. This is a Dellacorte ski jacket.

- I always wore it when I…
- Went skiing?

Yeah.

It's kinda like old times, huh?

You and me.

Up in the clouds.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Douglas, stop.

I'm not gonna do to Mitzi
what she did to me.

Okay.

Here's what I'm thinking.

Once the baby comes, and we free up
the money, then I'll divorce Mitzi.

I'll put her up some place really nice,

and you and I can get remarried.

And I'll be a father.

And as long as you're okay with having
someone else's kid in our life, then…

- We could have it all.
- Yeah.

The money, the name, the house.

Well, maybe not the house.

Unless you wanna shack up with Robert?

Speaking of that…

There's something I wanna tell you.

Gosh, how do I say this?

Norma isn't Norma.

Her real name is Agnes,
and she's an imposter.

So it's not really her house
to give away in the first place.

You're talking Swahili here, Max.

Okay, just focus on this.

The house, the money, the fortune,
all of it is…

it's already yours.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier.
I just didn't…

You didn't want me to squander away
the money before you got your half.

- Well…
- God, you know me so well.

I do.

Don't mind me.

Gin and tonic, please.

That's a nice watch, man.

Evelyn got it for me.

What was the occasion?

She just loves me.

Of course.

I am sorry about the pickle

the murder of my sister
put the Palm Royale in.

That is the least of our worries.

Have a seat.

- Thank you.
- Worries, you say?

Do tell.

You and me are gonna tête-à-tête.

Tête-à--

It's French for,
even though you have a bun in that oven,

Douglas most certainly
did not do the baking.

In fact, I think a certain
alligator wrangler's spermatozoa

is multiplying in that tiny uterus
of yours even as we speak.

Your French stinks.

They say a picture
speaks a thousand words.

I'm a very popular face in Palm Beach.

- Lots of men have my picture.
- I see.

And do you love lots of men
in Palm Beach forever and ever?

Either I blow the lid off this joint,

or you give me half that baby money
when the kid is born.

I can't give you half the baby trust

because Douglas already
promised it to Maxine.

Much to my chagrin.

Chagrin?

That's French for leave me the fuck alone.

Oh, come here often?

Why the smug mug?

A little birdie told me you might be
having some problems with the old IRS.

Ah, it seems little birdies are in season
'cause one just told me

you're about to come into scads of money
once Mitzi pops out her nugget.

Yes, your little birdie tweets truth.

And maybe I could send some of those scads
over to the IRS on your behalf.

Out with the "if" I sniff.

If your business becomes my business.

We're partners.

At the Palm Royale.

I do believe I have you by the balls,
if that's the right saying.

Fine.

Well, it has to be different this time.

No scheming,
or double-dealing, no secrets.

In that case…

I…

I may have accidentally--

Stepped out on Eddie.

- I know, I saw the apology watch.
- What are you talking about?

Evelyn, everyone in Palm Beach knows

when someone gives their significant other
a fancy piece of jewelry

when it is not a birthday or a holiday,

they are indeed saying,
"I'm sorry", without saying, "I'm sorry."

I feel horrible
even after giving him the watch.

Take it from me.

Be honest from the start and then move on.

Look at me and Douglas.

Not the best example.

Just do it today.

Please.

Promise.

Promise.

Please take your seats and strap in.

Things are about to get a little bumpy.

- Okay.
- Okay.

This hotel has a fascinating history.

First, it was a convent,

and then it became the Fluginorgen,
an all-girls boarding school,

before converting to a wartime hospital--

Oh, there's another chapter, Ann.
Don't forget.

Where Norma Dellacorte, nay,

Agnes Whosywhatsits,
was boondoggled and hornswoggled.

That's not what boondoggled means.

What's your plan, gumshoe?

You gonna storm the lobby
and throw a butterfly net over her?

No.

It's kinda funny, huh?

You all travel all the way
to the other side of the world

for a vacation,
and you end up with the exact same people.

That's just how rich people travel.

It's a herding instinct.

Well, speak for yourself.
I've never been to this hotel.

This was Skeet
and his first wife's special place.

I never wanted to go 'cause
I didn't want to be haunted by her ghost.

Being haunted's no fun. Right, Maxine?

Mitzi, you really must let that go.

Besides, it was Virginia's idea.

Oh, hell no.

I'm not a part of this.

We all just need to move on.

Well, you know what
I'm looking forward to the most?

- Skiing.
- Oh, same here.

We used to play a game
at boarding school called Bum Bum Rush.

We'd get silly on peppermint schnapps,

we'd race down
the mountain in our skivvies.

Oh, it was such a gas.

I'm right here, Dinah.

There's no need
to broadcast your skivvies.

Listen. When we get to the premises,
boys, you take all the luggage.

Ladies, we'll fan out and look for Robert.

He's the heart and soul of Palm Beach

and he's never done anything bad
to any one of us.

We need to bring our native son home.
Agreed? All right.

Put the pedal to the metal.

We got a boon to doggle.

Oh, my God!

- Perry fell out!
- What happened?

Perry fell out of the car!

- Oh, he's rolling!
- Stop the car!

Stop the car!

We've been expecting you.

Welcome to the Fulm.

- We found him.
- Robert?

Maxine thought you'd
be stuffed in a dungeon.

Still on your manhunt?

What are you planning to do?

Throw a giant butterfly net over her?

- No.
- Of course Norma knew you'd arrive

because of the verification of the baby.

She left a while ago.

I'll be at the bar.

Me too.

She left this for you.

"Maxine."

"By the time you read this,
I'll be long gone.

One step ahead of you. As always.

Please enjoy the skiing,

hot buttered beer,
and our famous Gerbenhemeiflugens."

Swiss kidney chowder.

From my gap year in Leipzig.

Norma was always a fabulous host.

"My son, Robert,
will see to your every need."

Son?

Norma was pregnant?

Norma adopted me.

I am now a Dellacorte.

Officially.

- Is this because you and I had a fight?
- Maxine, not everything's about you.

I'm just trying to find a peaceful life.

Norma's not even Norma, you know?

So all of it, the life,
the Dellacorte mansion, it's not yours.

It's… In fact, it's Douglas's.

Prove it.

You bet your bottom dollar
I'm gonna prove it.

Our bell-woman, Lotte,
will assist you from here on.

Lotte.

Oh, God.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Oh, that means goodbye.

Lotte, is it?

Would you mind directing us to the bank?

Of course.

You just hop on the gondola.

Take it all the way
to the tippy top of the mountain.

Just above the Hall of Dellacortes.

They have a whole hall? Wow. Jerks.

Yes, hi, hi, hi.

I was wondering if
the honeymoon suite might be available?

We are at capacity due to Frampus weekend.

What the hell is Frampus weekend?

Frampus was Krampus' mistress.

Who's Krampus?

Our Santa Claus.

Demonic rat bastard.

Frampus was Mr. and Mrs. Krampus' maid

when Mrs. Krampus found out
that she was shtupping her husband,

she threw her into the fireplace,
and burned her for being a conniving…

lying…

adulterous…

- Believe that's yours.
- No, it's yours.

…witch.

Give it to me.

Ladies, new plan.

We have to prove that Norma is not Norma.

- What? Find Norma bones?
- I don't know.

Just start digging.

I'm not digging for some
decade's old identity theft.

- This is not gonna help my career.
- Excuse me.

Sorry if I don't have a bunch
of Russian moles scurrying around.

This is the best we got.

- What Russian moles?
- Seriously?

Sorry. Nothing.

Virginia, is this true?

Hey, Max.
Come on, it's time to get to the bank.

Okay, just nose around.
See what you can sniff out.

Mitzi. Tick tock.

We gotta go to the bank.

I'll be there in a minute.

I just need to call my doctor.

Wind from south, 40 knots.

Big storm brewing tomorrow.

Let me guess.
Ringing your alligator sommelier?

No.

Get on the gondola, bitch.

Evelyn!

Ah, ready to hit the slopes?

Actually, I thought we could
do some whore broom decorating.

I'm sorry, I'm positive I misheard you.

Whore broom decorating?

The locals celebrate Frampus weekend

by decorating brooms like
women and burning them.

- Could be fun.
- So fun.

What an asshole.

Now I'm a guest at his hotel?

He has the stones to steal my house?

Our house.

We'll get it back.
We just have to prove Norma isn't Norma.

That crazy old crackerjack.

Can't believe she offed her roommate.

Don't call her crazy, Perry.

That is just a label
society puts on women.

Exhibit A: Frampus.

Exhibit B: me.

Madge Post threatening me
with her smear campaign.

We should just cut bait.

Head for the hills,
become Swiss snow people.

But what about the children?

Oh, right.
Their boarding school is awfully close.

Austria then?

I'm sorry. You have children?

I have four.

I'm not the father.

That's husband number one.

Yeah.

But I do like to think of them as my own.

For two days every other year.

Bliss. My babies.

- Oh, look. I think I see the bank!
- Where?

Look, on the top of the mountain.

You would think after so many years,

I would get used to the altitude,

but I swear it is still
a real knob gobbler.

Were you here
when this was a boarding school?

Before that, toots.

Do you happen to remember
Norma Dellacorte by any chance?

Oh, yes, Norma. Of course.

A real spitfire.

It was a shame she had to leave
after her father died,

but as is our good fortune,
she has been our benefactress ever since.

She loved her alma mater.

What about a little girl named Agnes?

I don't remember her.

- You know what you really should do?
- What's that?

Ask me about me.

I have had a very interesting life,

but all anybody cares about
are the young patooties.

Did you know that I used to be a nun?

I know. Hard to think
of a sexual muffin like me

hiding all of my bushels.

I was a hot-to-trot girl,
so they stuck me in a convent.

Nothing more frightening
than a sexual woman.

You two understand.
How long you been together?

Oh, we're just work colleagues.

I'd like us to be equal partners,

but one of us won't let the other in
on her top-secret secrets.

Sure. Partners. Is that the word now?

I'm a Catholic. We love euphemisms.

Oh, look. There's Frampus.
Fine looking woman, eh?

Her face looks like it's falling off.

Well, what do you expect?
Her boss threw her into the fire.

Something in the buttermilk ain't clean.

Hello?

Maybe they're closed?

Hello?

Sorry about the wait.

Only one man on deck. Me. Borg.

Everyone else took off
for the Frampus weekend.

Yes, we've heard.

You're going to
the whore broom burning tonight?

Yours truly is master of ceremonies.

I'm sorry.

From down here you…
you are the spitting image of--

My brother. Benny.

You're Benny Barnhill's twin brother?

We're a mirror image identical.

Twins? I'm a twin.

Oh, gosh. Isn't it wonderful?
It's like, two hearts beating as one.

I haven't talked to that arschloch
in 40 years.

Thank you. Hello. Dinah Donahue.

My fiancé, Axel Rosenhips,
is recently deceased

and we would like to visit
his safety deposit box.

Righty-o.

And let me guess.

The rest of you are here
for the baby verification, right?

Looks good! She's pregnant!

That's it?

Oh, no, of course not.

Safety deposit boxes are upstairs.

Everybody else, join me at my big desk.

- But…
- Big desk.

The… The stairs.

- It must be that desk.
- Okay.

Yah, yah, yah.

Nein, nein, nein…

Okay. So,

it looks like we just need
the signature of the ex-wife

so that she can release
her claim on the funds,

and then we can, as you Americans say,
get this zeigen on the road.

Okay, okay. That's me.

Hello. Ex-wife, ready to sign.

- Birth certificate?
- Yes, there you go.

No grandparents, no parents,
no kids, dead twin.

There is no Maxine Horton on the claim.

We need the signature of a…

Penelope Rollins.

- What?
- Why?

We were never married, only engaged.

Well, her name was added
as a beneficiary at some point.

Okay, moment of truth.

Nothing.

Nothing?

And I assume you need her signature
before you can release the funds, correct?

That is correct.

Unless all parties have signed by midnight

on the hundredth year
of the trust's endowment,

it becomes the property
of the Swiss Government.

Oh, God! Oh, God!
I'm going to have the worst reputation

- in Palm Beach for centuries! Oh, my God!
- All right. Okay.

I'm certain I'm gonna certainly
regret asking this,

but when is that hundredth anniversary?

- Tomorrow.
- Geez.

- Tomorrow…
- There you go.

Oh, thank you…

Wait, wait, wait.

What?

"Sometimes I wake in the dead of night
to see Agnes staring at me.

I swear she's planning something horrid."

So this means none of us get any money?

- Well…
- This was all for nothing!

Not nothing, but not 82 million dollars.

Well, let me think.

So Linda is still in Poland,

currently on tour
with the Bolshoi Ballet and…

Ladies!

Hello. I was wondering
if your plane happened to be nearby?

Of course.

Would you mind
if my ex-husband borrowed it

to perform an act of economic heroism?

I'm not letting Mr. Big Stuff
take off on my Strighund.

What you need?

It's a very, very dangerous mission.

It would require courage and…
and death-defying female bravery.

Go on.

You would need to fly
behind the Iron Curtain

to extract a woman who was being forced
to wash dance belts against her will.

Yes? Is that a yes?

Thank you very much, indeed.

There. All done.

Who does that look like?

- Me?
- Mamie Eisenhower.

Oh, my God.

I'm in desperate need of another cocktail.
Would you mind?

Gracias.

For me?

- Hello?
- Urgent news.

I don't have to sign
the baby papers. Linda does.

Fuck a duck.

Now, now! You can keep that fowl a virgin.
I solved it.

I sent the two Swedish Stews
over to Poland to fetch her,

and she'll be here by morn.

Wait a minute. You mean to tell me
you knew where she was this whole time?

I know. I'm sorry.

It was a secret that I was keeping
before we made our pact.

Listen, she's gonna get here
and sign the pap…

Oh, fudge!

I just realized I had to show
my birth certificate.

How are we gonna prove
that Linda is who we say she is?

Well, Linda was born here.
There's gotta be a record of it somewhere.

I'll talk to that old Lotte coot.

Good thinking, pal.
Have you told Eddie yet?

The watch will have to suffice.

If it makes you feel any better,

I have been contemplating
having an affair with my ex-husband.

You cannot do that, Maxine.

- Well…
- Well, why?

Because if Mitzi finds out,

she'll divorce him
and then no one gets any money?

Yes, and also it's bad.

Bad things come from bad things.
Look at Frampus.

It's true.

Oh, I don't know what I was thinking.

I mean, he's about to have
a child with another woman.

Would it change things if he wasn't

having a child with a… another woman?

Of course.

I mean, I'm happy for him, I guess.

In some way.

I don't know. It's complicated.

Yes, it is.

Just do what I say
and do not have sex, Maxine. I mean it.

Thank you.

Your drink, my lady.

I'm so sorry, darling.
I'm going to have to take it on the run.

I've got pressing business to attend to
regarding our future.

But you enjoy yourself.

What?

What about our whore brooms?

I don't understand.
How did Evelyn get my picture?

She found it in my wallet.

Which fell out of my pants
because I was having sex with her.

You had sex with Evelyn?

Hey! I'm just doing what I have to do.

I'm fucking playing dress-up

with a fucking crazy lady
who thinks I'm a ghost.

I'm doing my part. You do yours.

I'm having a baby!
Is that not sufficient, Jed?

Kill Evelyn.

I can't do that.

I'm pregnant.

Oh, bootlegger!
I'm ready for my bubble bath.

Do what I said or don't come home.

We weren't supposed to hurt people.

Grasshopper to-go, my good fellow.

Oh, stag brother!

Prepare to reclaim your birthright!

James and Jenna Bond have your proof!

The real Norma wrote my Axel
all about her creepy roommate, Agnes,

who, guess what,
was plotting something horrid.

I knew it!

Oh, I did it! I saved the day.

Actually, we did.

- Hit the slopes?
- Da.

Good luck!

"Dearest Axel, Agnes is at it again.

And she's always lurking in the shadows,
like some sort of ghost.

She's usually quite peculiar.

In many ways, her behavior
has taken a turn that is more unsettling.

I do not know what to do."

What a beautiful day, man. Incredible.

You should take a trip down
the bunny slope. Powder is sublime.

What are you wearing?

My Dellacorte ski jacket.

Every Dellacorte man has one.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

First you steal my house.

Then you steal my identity.

I will not let you steal
my Dellacorte ski jacket.

This one's mine, not yours.

What, do you have something
in your throat?

Dinah, did you hear that?

Oh, God. Is that the--

Call of my mighty stag brother.

I must go to him. I'm duty-bound.

Fine. Go. I'll wait.

'Tis time, Brother.

Time for what?

'Tis time.

I, hereby, challenge you to a stag duel.

Right here, right now, in the snow.

Be prepared to be charged…

You don't want this, man.

…then rutted, then charged again.

But I went to war. I have my tactics.

Tactics?

Easy, easy, easy.

I heard your call, Brother!

You all right there, stags?

See you later.

You may have won this battle…

but you sure will not win the war.

Don't' worry about me. I'm fine.

Max, open the door! It's me.

Oh, Douglas!

I can't have you storming my castle.
I promised Evelyn I wouldn't!

Well, I think you will change your mind

when you see what I am carrying.

I have proof that Norma isn't Norma.

Proof…

All right, just get in here.

What is it?

Can we have sex now?

- Proof first.
- Okay.

I have in my pocket a packet of letters

that proves that not only
does Agnes exist,

but she is most likely a murderer.

What?

- What?
- They're gone.

I must've switched jackets with Robert
when I was ramming him on the mountain.

What?

Forgive me, how long have you worked here?

Since the convent days,

through the war times,
through the neonatal times,

right up to the ski chalet times.

So, you were here when it was a hospital?

Oh, the glory days.

You wouldn't have any records
from those times?

Birth certificates, perhaps?

Excuse me!

Well, how are you finding Switzerland?

Well, it seems like wife has completely
abandoned me on our honeymoon,

but otherwise it's going swimmingly.

Look, I'm sorry
I gave your letters to Evelyn.

That was wrong of me, but I'd still
really like to be your friend.

Ditto, pal.

And don't sweat it.

Nice watch.

Evelyn gave it to me.

Did she?

Ride up with me.

Oh, you changed for dinner?

Well, in Palm Beach we change for
breakfast, lunch, martinis and dinner.

How nice. I've been wearing
the same shit for 40 years.

I go slow.
Knees aren't what they used to be.

You take your time.
I so appreciate your kindness.

May I tell you something… as a friend?

Yeah.

In Palm Beach, people only give
a significant other fancy jewelry

when it's not a birthday
or a holiday, for one reason…

What reason?

Guilt.

It's an apology.

An apology for what?

Well, let me put it to you this way.

Perry has four.

I'm sorry.

I hope that was the right thing to do.

It was.

Marriage is hard, Eddie. It's really hard.

But if you love her,
please give Evelyn a chance to explain.

I've been her, as you know…

Wanna ski down with me?

Can you keep up?

You whore…

Cozy room you've got here.

Yeah, my little bird's nest.

- Rollins, you said, ya?
- Penelope Rollins.

Her father's name was Eugene,
but everyone called him Skeet.

I think you loved this Skeet guy.
I can tell.

Another life. When I was just a Rollins.

Not that being a Rollins was simple.

But since then,
I've tacked on so many names, I…

I fear I'm getting
further and further from myself.

Live long enough as a woman
and you will be many people along the way.

All of them will be you.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Racine, Roggles, Berth…

Oh, look. Here we are.

Rollins, Penelope.

Papa named Eugene.

Mama Linda?

Yes, Penelope's mother's name was Linda.

Which is why she now calls herself Linda.

One life. So many names.

Yes.

Why don't you stay up here
for a little bit, ya? Be alone.

I think you might enjoy that.

I might, yes. Thank you.

I know you are out there, pretty thing.

You do not want to do
whatever it is you are thinking of doing.

Let's go get some grub, yeah?

Yeah.

You know, back in the convent days,

we nuns used to
sneak around in the back halls,

so the priests wouldn't be tempted.

- Jerks.
- Yeah, jerks.

Come. Sit by the fire.

I'll go get the kid.

He's in the shower.

So what's your plan?

Shoot…

What are you doing?

Where did you learn how to pick a lock?

Sister Immaculeti used to make me
break into the priest's candy vault…

- Of course.
- …in the orphanage.

It's all about getting the tongue
in the right place.

Got it!

Oh, Norma.
I've become someone I don't recognize.

Such is life.

Tell me everything.

I've misled so many people.

People have been hurt. And worse.

The idea of going back to Palm Beach
for this big wedding of the season.

For what?

It's a big, disgusting show.

You're going to be a mother, Mitzi.

And a mother does
what she must for her child.

You make it sound easy.

Switzerland was made
for moments like this.

- What is this?
- A Catholic annulment.

You'll be free of Douglas for good.

Hurry up!

There they are!

- What are you doing?
- Taking back my Dellacorte ski jacket.

Stop being so churlish.

Just… Let's go. Just leave it.

Come on.

- I pressed your suit for dinner.
- Go! Open the window! Go!

Fancy! What's the occasion?

This is a big, big night.

And what is your window doing open?

You're going to catch your death.

Oh, please. You're just angry
because Father never loved you.

It's because I knew his secret.

What secret?

He had a second family.

Douglas!

Welcome to the Frampus
whore broom burning!

Burn her! Burn her!

Max, Max!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- All right, it's not funny anymore.
- Come on!

- All right. Fine.
- Jesus.

- Party poopers!
- Burn her! Burn her!

"Agnes P. Moriarty."

She's buried here.

No.

Norma's buried here.

The real Norma!

Norma bones…

You said no one
would find you here, Norma.

Mitzi's my favorite, so I invited her.

- You're tempting fate.
- Oh, pish.

I'll keep her secret, Robert.

What are you up to?

Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!

So, this is what vacation is like?

I can't believe you won't tell me
about the Russian mole.

- You need to drop it, Ann.
- Sorry.

My restless inquiring mind is a curse.

And I know you wanna tell me.

Aren't we there yet as friends?

As partners in this adventure?

I can't tell you. I'll lose my job.

You hate your job.

You're always saying
how those people use you,

and take you for granted.

And they don't see you as a real person.

There's a Russian mole in Palm Beach.
Someone with a direct line to the Kremlin.

This person is highly connected,

and although their identity
remains unknown,

it is known they run in circles
with Pinky and Raquel Kimberly-Marco.

However, the Marcos have gone missing

ever since they got arrested
by the IRS in a secret raid.

How do you feel?

Great. I thought I was gonna go crazy.

When you stay locked up inside yourself,
it makes anyone crazy.

Like that loon Lotte.

You know why they made sexy girls go away
to places like this back then, don't you?

There's Ann!
Ann, Virginia, come quick. Hurry.

- There. Look.
- Look.

"Agnes P. Moriarty. 1890 to 1905."

She's not alone.

Who's Charlotte Moriarty?

"1865 to…"

There's no death here.

Means she's still alive.

And why were girls sent to this place?

If they were unmarried and pregnant.

Charlotte. That's long for Lotte.

So Lotte is Norma's…

Mother…

- Fondue!
- Sit down, Mama.

- Mama?
- Yes.

We're all family here, or we could be.

You all need to eat your älpermagronen.

It is winter here.

You're way too skinny.

Mitzi is being a very brave girl.

She's annulled her marriage to Douglas.

It takes a lot of courage, Mitzi.

However, there is the matter of the trust.

Eighty-two million smackeroos.

- Dinner?
- You may. Yes, please. Thank you.

That is a lot of money

just to leave sitting there.

Well, I have no intention
of letting it just sit.

All you have to do, Mitzi,
is marry a Dellacorte.

You happen to know one, Robert?

Yeah, but I am not a Dellacorte.

I adopted you. You're my son.

But you are not a Dellacorte.

I've been a Dellacorte
longer than you've been alive.

I say who I am, nobody else.

I've earned this name,

and nobody is going to take it from me,
or from you.

Shakespeare asked, "What's in a name?"

I think he thought a name
had no inherent value, or meaning.

Bozo! He didn't have
82 million bucks attached to his.

The name Dellacorte saved my life,

and now it's going to save
this poor unmarried girl.

That money was never Douglas'.
It was never Maxine's.

Hell, it was never mine.

That money belongs to the child.

What do you say, my boy?

Do it for Mother.

I'm getting married in the morning.

Ding-dong the bells are going to chime!

Shut up, Mother.

So this is where you've been hiding?

Nope, not hiding.

Ruminating.

Anything you want to ruminate
in my direction?

In fact, there is.

I…

I…

I don't think that's Douglas' baby.

I don't believe it.

I didn't either, at first,
but then I pressed Mitzi.

And I'm telling you
that beanpole is up to no good.

- She's a clever little rat.
- Rat?

I am working multiple lanes, baby.

Meantime, Maxine has no idea,

and I'm getting her to give me
some of her half of the baby money

to pay off the IRS.

And then after Linda,
yes, Linda gets here,

my bet is dollars to donuts,

one call to Interpol
and we get our house back.

Wow.

And I did it all for us. For you.

- That all?
- Is that all? Isn't that enough?

Your wife is a genius--

My wife is a snake!

Was it Jed?

Eddie.

Don't do this. I-I love you.

Happy honeymoon.

Krampus schnapps.

Hot Krampus schnapps over here.

Hot schnapps.

This your fountain of youth?

Perhaps.

Here's mud in your eye.

Here's mud in your eye.

Rough night?

That's an understatement.

Perry…

I've been looking high and low for you.

I saw you being all chummy
with your ex-boyfriend.

Perry, you are totally out of line.

Come everyone,
gather around the fireplace.

I have a story to tell.

Everybody come,
gather around the fireplace.

- Quiet please.
- Whatever you do,

don't tip her off
that we know what we know.

We have to keep her ignorant,
and buttered up so she'll spill.

Quiet.

This is the history of Frampus
told by me. Lotte.

Frampus had a different name once,

but that name has been forgotten to time.

What we do know is
that she was a small-town girl

with big city dreams.

She found work as a scullery maid
with Mr. and Mrs. Krampus.

Now, I know that your Sant-y Claus
is just a nice fat man,

but our Krampus is not quite so cuddly.

He's covered in black fur.

He has horns, and feet like a goat.

Hard to believe that a man like this
has an easy time with the ladies, but--

Women are easy, Lotte.
Just ask this Frampus whore.

Well, then I curse you, Perry.

I curse you
like the witch whore that I am.

Hey! No more from the peanut gallery.

So time passes. Frampus falls in love.

She feels bad.

She cares for Mrs. Krampus too.

But her love for the horned man is fierce.

It's strong. It burns like a fire inside,

getting stronger and stronger day by day.

She makes a mistake,

as humans are bound to do.

Your room service has arrived.

Perfect timing.

Gosh, I really want
to read this first letter.

We had fun today.

Together.

Yes.

Thank you.

Okay, here we go.

But Mrs. Krampus finds out
about their little secret.

And, boy, is she mad.

"Dear Dad,

I hope it's okay that I call you that.

I keep writing,
but you never write me back."

Dear Dad?

Oh, these can't be from Norma.

"I saw you in the papers
after you were shot.

I never thought I'd find you."

Dad?

What?

Well, these are all addressed to Robert.

Douglas, what's wrong?

Her rage is so much
that it threatens to destroy her.

She decided
to destroy poor Frampus instead.

She threw lentils in front of the fire,

and then she told Frampus to run
and get her broom to clean it up.

And then… Bam!

She shoved her into the roaring flames.

But what Mrs. Krampus doesn't know

is that she has infected Frampus
with her rage.

Douglas, what is it?

- The schnapps.
- What?

- Don't drink the schnapps.
- Douglas!

- Norma's mother gave me--
- What? What?

Douglas, what is it? What's wrong?

Douglas, talk to me.

The evil will be punished.

The karma will come.

Anyone who has done wrong
will be struck down,

and that is why I say beware the curse.

- Max!
- No, Douglas!

Beware the curse…

No!

…of Frampus!

It's Frampus!

Oh, Douglas! Oh, no. Oh, no, Douglas.

Help!

Douglas! Oh, sweetie, no!
What's happening?

Goodbye again, Agnes.