All language subtitles for Something.Very.Bad.Is.Going.to.Happen.S01E06.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL.en

["Deadly Valentine"
by Charlotte Gainsbourg playing]

[dripping]

♪ With this ring I thee wed
With all my worldly goods I thee endow… ♪

Nell.

Nell.

-What? Fucking…
-[shushing]

I need a favor.

It's illegal and weird,
and you can't ask me any questions.

[Nell] Let me get dressed.

♪ With this ring I thee wed
With all my worldly goods I thee endow ♪

♪ To love and to cherish
According to God's holy ordinance ♪

♪ You have declared your consent ♪

♪ May the Lord fill you both
With blessings ♪

♪ From this day forward
For better, for worse ♪

♪ Until death do us part ♪

[door opens]

Rachel?

[door creaking]

♪ You have declared your consent ♪

♪ May the Lord fill you both
With blessings ♪

♪ From this day forward
For better, for worse ♪

♪ Until death do us part ♪

♪ With this ring I thee wed
With all my worldly goods… ♪

The county clerk?

I assumed I was helping you run away

or fake your own death
or something interesting.

[Rachel sighs]
I said no questions, please.

-[Nell] You didn't say please.
-[chuckles]

It's a Saturday. It's closed.

Well, I have a key.

[Nell] Why do you have a key?

[suspenseful music playing]

I can't believe we're doing this.

[Rachel] After you.

[Nell] Do you wanna get arrested?

There are easier ways
to leave someone at the altar.

-[handle rattling]
-[Nell] Like just leaving.

Uh… [inhales, exhales]

So, like I said,

I'm going to die tomorrow
unless Nicky is my soulmate,

and right now I'm not so sure about that.

So I realized that if the curse spread

to my great-great-great grandmother
over 100 years ago,

my bloodline would've died out
after two generations,

but it didn't because I'm here,

which means that some of them survived,

some of them found their soulmates
and married them,

or… [exhales] …I don't know,
found another way.

-Okay, so, what?
-[drawer opens, closes]

-I need to find out how.
-[drawer opens]

If we can figure out
who my mom's parents were,

then we can track the curse back and…

-[objects rattling]
-[exhales]

-Now I have a key.
-[keys jingling]

It's still breaking and entering
if you steal a key.

[door creaking]

Portia's gonna kill us, you know,
if we're late for the bachelorette party.

-Do you wanna know the theme?
-Uh, I'm sure I don't.

I should have her cancel the stripper.

God, please tell me you're kidding.

I'm kidding.

Nothing could make her cancel
the stripper.

Fuck.

Okay, first we need to find
my parents' marriage license.

Uh, court, court, court, court, court.
Deaths, deaths. Births.

Marriages.

Uh, Alexandra Harkin and Jay Holman.

They were married January 13th, 1997.
This is 2013…

There are literally tens of thousands
of documents in here.

Well, better get to work
unless you want to miss the stripper.

She will seriously kill us.

Just tell her
we're getting manicures or something.

-[Nell] Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

-[phone vibrating]
-[boxes thudding]

[Rachel] All right.

[phone line ringing]

[doo-wop music playing in distance]

[dishes clattering in distance]

[phone line ringing]

-[ringing stops]
-Rachel?

[drink pouring]

[Nicky] Uh…

Hey, Dad.

What are you doing?

-Trapping foxes.
-Oh.

-I don't think there's any in here.
-[Dr. Cunningham laughing]

I am glad to see that your sense of humor
has not run off with your fiancée.

She left? Where…
do you know where she went?

Nope. She didn't have much with her,
so I… I think she plans on coming back.

That's great, Dad. Thank you.

Very comforting.

[eerie music playing]

Say, that was a really interesting speech
she made last night.

[Nicky] I don't want
to talk about it, okay?

I fucked up, and I'm trying to fix it.

Mmm. At least she's with Nellie.
Nellie will talk some sense into her.

Oh, you think my ex-girlfriend
is gonna convince my fiancée

that I'm not a lying piece of shit?

What if there's someone else
who's 5% more compatible for me

and someone else
who's 5% more compatible for him?

How would either of us ever know that?

I mean, I guess I would know
if I fucking die at the altar.

I think you're overcomplicating it.

Oh. Okay, then, simplify it, please.

No, look, I know-- I just mean
that it's all subjective, isn't it?

-There are no signs from the universe.
-[snaps fingers]

It's just you taking something
that happened

and then deciding which details
are important and which ones aren't

and then deciding what it means.

There's no cosmic assurance
that your marriage is gonna work out.

-[phone vibrating]
-[paper rustling]

Come on, come on. [sighs]

-[phone line ringing]
-[sniffles]

Go change your clothes. I wanna get
the traps set before it gets too late.

[phone line ringing]

Oh, you… you want me to come with you?

-Of course! You used to love fox trapping.
-[phone line ringing]

I don't know if I loved it.

Besides, it's… it's great
to get out in nature.

It was good for me
when I was in the "woods," as it were.

Right. Uh, you know, Dad, nowadays,
when you upset the person you love,

you don't disappear on a hunting trip.

You talk it out.

[automatic voice] The person
you are trying to reach is unavailable.

You know, son, something I've learned
in my storied years of marriage

is that you can't talk it out
if she doesn't answer the phone.

[patting back]

Get your shit.

[sighs]

-[door opens]
-[footsteps thudding]

[pulls zipper]

-Hey. Happy bachelor party.
-Oh, you're coming.

[Dr. Cunningham] Hey, look at this!

The Cunningham men all together again.

-I'm sorry, Dad. I can't do this with him.
-Come on.

What you did yesterday was fucked-up.
You ruined my wedding.

That's dramatic. I was trying to help her.

By making her second-guess
our relationship

two days before we get married? Huge help.

-[Jules] I didn't make her do anything.
-[Nicky] Come on.

I was trying to open her eyes
so she could judge

if you're her true soulmate or not.

No one asked you to do that.

It's a matter of life or death.

Dad, maybe this isn't
the best time for this.

You used to love this part,
laying the traps.

Yeah, I mean the thing where you hold us
hostage in the woods to bond,

and we all just end up miserable and cold.

We have to figure out some real shit.

[Dr. Cunningham]
Wanna talk about real shit?

This is the end of how things are.

[eerie music playing]

Once your mother is gone,
everything is going to change.

We follow her rules.
She is what holds us together.

Soon, we're gonna have a decision to make.

Let each other go

or find a new reason to stick together.

But yeah, you're full-grown men.

I can't make this decision for you.

Just get over yourselves.

-Wait.
-[music stops]

-Kathy Harkin.
-[paper rustling]

Kathy Harkin, Mark Ellis.

Married August 22nd, 1997.

Who were they?

I don't know. Probably some relatives.

[paper rustling]

[paper rustling]

Wait.

That's weird.

Why would there be other people
in my family that got married here?

Mmm… Maybe because your family
are originally from here too.

-[paper rustling]
-[eerie music playing]

Or

this place is like an evil death trap
meant to bring us here and kill us all.

Or it's just a coincidence.

[paper rustling]

Ah!

Hello! Here's a death certificate.

[Rachel] Mmm?

Death certificate, Kathy Harkin.

Wait. Uh, August 22nd.

[sinister music playing]

Oh God.

[Nell] Well, what… what does that mean?

She died the same day she got married.

[paper rustling]

That's not a coincidence.

Okay.

We should start looking for birth
and death certificates too.

There may be more of them.

And maybe we can make,
like, a… like, a family tree.

-[trees creaking]
-[wind whistling]

[metallic clanking]

[Nell] Okay.

Here's your parents.

And here's another death.
It's Roger Harkin.

-October 9th, 1941.
-[Rachel] Great.

-Wait, Roger Harkin. I just saw this. Uh…
-Mm-hmm.

Ah. Roger Harkin. Okay.
Roger Harkin. Roger Harkin. Roger Harkin.

[clanking]

Roger Harkin, cause of death… hemorrhage.
Just like my mom.

[creaking]

[groaning]

[Rachel] He was married October 9th.

Died October 9th, 1941.

[metal clanging in background]

[music crescendos]

[silence]

[Nicky sighs]

[trees creaking]

[sniffs]

[Dr. Cunningham chuckles]

[chuckles]

Dad, he's--

Ten years sober, Dad.

Right.

Sorry.

It's okay.

[Dr. Cunningham groans]

Well, now I gotta piss.
You keep an eye out.

[snow crunching underfoot]

[footsteps receding]

You should've told me about Mom.

Like, months ago.

I tried.

But you know
how Mom is so protective of you.

You could've told me anyway.

[chuckles] Yeah,
like you'd betray Mom's wishes.

I'm sick of this family
treating me like a child.

Yeah.

[Nicky] It's fucking with me.

Well, you have to admit
you do have trouble accepting things.

-You can't accept imperfection.
-[scoffs]

-[Jules] You always have to overdo shit.
-Okay.

[Jules] You give up when you know
something won't work out in your favor.

It's true. I've known you my whole life.
You always have to have a perfect story.

The… the perfect meet-cute
for your perfect love story.

Like you didn't embellish
your story either.

[Jules] Well, she was my friend first.

She was our friend!
I'm not fighting with you about this.

-You brought it up.
-You brought it up!

-[sniffles]
-[stomping on ground]

The problem is that you contextualize
every little thing around yourself.

I didn't marry your ex-girlfriend.

I married the woman I was in love with
since I was 21.

You were not in love with her back then.
You say that to make it sound like…

-It was obvious.
-…I stole something from you.

-You were mean to her.
-Because I was in love with her.

[scoffs]

I couldn't make your wedding

because I was doing something good
for someone who needed it.

But you only did it
because it's a good story.

[Nicky] That's not true.

It's true.
You're drawn to stories, not people.

You could've just asked for her number
and then still flown to my wedding.

But no, you just had to do
some big, forced romantic gesture.

Fuck off. You weren't there.
It was the right thing to do and--

I'm not talking to you about this.
We're sitting in silence now.

[inaudible]

[sniffles]

-[sniffles]
-[stomping on ground]

[scoffs]

[Jules sniffles]

-[trees creaking]
-[wind whistling]

-[Jules] It's not your fault.
-[shushing]

It's… it's not your fault, by the way.
It's, um… it's Mom and Dad's.

They, um… they fed you
this stuff about perfection,

perfect relationship,

soulmate shit.

They hid so much from all three of us.

But mostly you.

Just be careful. I don't want you
to ruin everything like you usually do.

You ruined everything last night.

I had to make sure
she understood the whole story, man.

She was staking her belief on a lie.

Okay, I know. I'm fixing it.

You have to get her to believe
you're her soulmate.

It's the only chance she might live.

Jesus Christ, I get it.
I said I didn't wanna talk anymore.

[bird cawing]

[Jules sniffles]

And I'm definitely not taking
relationship advice from you.

I thought we weren't talking.

You and Nellie are like fucking kids
playing tennis.

At least me and Nellie are honest
with each other.

You guys are brutally honest.

That's not better than
protecting the person you love.

Oh my God. That's what I'm saying.
That's… that's what Mom and Dad did to us.

Don't do that to her. Be fucking honest.

Rachel and I have a great relationship.

I don't need to defend
my relationship to you.

Then why are you defending it?

[Nicky exhales]

-"Tennis."
-[metallic clang]

Fuck off.

[animal screaming]

[animal screaming]

-Holy shit. Fox. There's a fox.
-What? Yell for Dad.

-What do I yell again? Hooty-hoo?
-[Jules splutters]

-Whoop-de-woo?
-[Jules] Whoop-de-woo.

[Dr. Cunningham laughs]
It's hooty-hoo, you idiots.

[fox screaming]

[Dr. Cunningham] Oh, yeah.
[chuckles] Yeah.

Nicky, that's your set.

[Dr. Cunningham chuckles]

You do the honors.

[fox screaming]

Safety's on.
Keep it on till you get down the hill.

-You're all right. You're all right.
-[sniffles] Okay.

[bird cawing]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[sinister music playing]
-[Nicky breathing heavily]

[Dr. Cunningham] Fuck.

Fuck.

[Nell] Here's you.

[paper rustling]

[sinister music continues]

Here's your birth certificate.

[Rachel] Oh, thank you.

Okay, so it looks like
the curse first spread to my bloodline

with Marianne and Thomas Harkin.

And it looks like they had three kids.

Two of them had
their own kids out of wedlock,

and one of them got married.

That's Carrie Harkin.
Married April 27th, 1870.

[exhales]

Declared dead April 27th, 1870.
Hemorrhage.

And, uh, Virginia Harkin.
Married November 1st, 1947.

And also dead November 1st, 1947.
Hemorrhage.

But the curse spreads
if you don't get married?

Only if you've accepted a proposal.
Otherwise, it has no one… to spread to.

I guess these people, all of them,
must have known about the curse

and just decided to avoid marriage.

Like my… my grandmother… Audrey.

Audrey, she… she had my mom
out of wedlock, right,

so she obviously knew not to get engaged.

-But her sister, Lori…
-[paper rustling]

…wed February 10th and died February 10th.

-[Nell] Mm.
-[Rachel taps paper]

And it's the same with… [exhales]

…Kathy and Roger

and Virginia and fucking Carrie.

Dead, dead, dead, dead,
dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.

All of them fucking dead
on their wedding day.

[dramatic music playing]

And it goes all the way down…

[paper rustling]

…to me.

Tomorrow.

-This… this isn't right.
-[Rachel] Huh?

[Nell] They all have
the same witness signature.

-It's not possible.
-[Rachel] Yeah.

-None of this is possible, and yet--
-No. No.

He'd have to be
at least, what, like… 200 years old.

Yeah. Yes.

He is the one
who spread the curse to my bloodline

because he didn't marry his fiancée,

and now he has to witness
all of the cursed weddings

as a punishment or something.

How'd you know all that?

He told me.

-The 200-year-old man told you that?
-[Rachel] Yes.

Yes.

[dramatic music continues]

[Rachel sighs]

Do you believe me now?

[sighs]

Do you believe me now?

[snow crunching underfoot]

[eerie music playing]

[Nicky] Oh fuck.

Dad, I think we should call it.
We're never gonna find this thing.

-It's only got three legs.
-It's gonna get dark soon.

Keep your voices down.
You're gonna scare it.

Scare it? It chewed off its own foot.
It's fucking petrified.

It's gonna run
till its heart stops beating.

Hey, what's the plan?

Spend all night looking for it,
only to help nature along?

What? Letting it slowly bleed to death
is better for you?

[Nell] What if you just ran?

Fuck all of this. Sorry, Nicky.
Go home. Never look back.

Yeah, if I did that, the curse
would just spread to his bloodline.

Yeah, but what does that mean exactly?
Nicky would have the curse?

I think it means

he would have to deal with this shit
following him and his future offspring

for the rest of their lives, so…

But

not not an option.

He doesn't deserve this.

You don't either.

But I've already got it, so…

I think the only way out
is down the aisle.

I live or die, and that's it.

[exhales]

That's it.

How do you smoke that all the time
and not get paranoid?

[chuckles]

I do get paranoid.

Hmm?

[mumbles]

[Rachel sniffles]

And, just to be sure,
you really believe the immortal man?

Yeah. Everything he said was true.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

[Nell chuckles]

[Dr. Cunningham] Shit!

That little bastard could be anywhere.

-Shit!
-Well?

We split up.

Great. I'll go see
if he wandered back to the house.

Good luck with the hunt. Nicky?

No?

Okay. Make sure to come to my room after
so you can tell me

how you found the fox
and sewed its paw back on,

and then the fox looked you in the eye
and said,

"Thank you so much, Nicky,
for saving my life. You're my hero."

Dad.

Love these bonding trips with you.
We didn't get to bond much, though,

so… I'll give you guys the scoop.
Nellie and I are getting divorced.

-What?
-Yeah.

-Jules.
-What? You signed papers?

Not yet.

So help me God,
you had better not tell your mother this.

Of course not.
God forbid anyone's honest around here.

Enjoy your night.

Praying for your triumphant victory.

[eerie music playing]

[snow crunching underfoot]

[footsteps receding]

[paper rustling]

[Nell] Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Arlene Harkin, yeah?

Born, 1900.

Married, 1922.

We don't have a death for her.

Well, she must be dead now.
They're all dead.

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.

Sort of looks like a toe on the ceiling.

If you squint.

Look.

[sinister music playing]

-[music stops]
-She died in 1979.

So she was married for… 57 years.

What?

-What the fuck?
-[Nell] Hey!

-[chuckles]
-Wait, wait, wait. Uh…

[splutters] How did she do it?

[Nell] I don't know,
but there's hope, isn't there?

We gotta talk to her.

[Nell] Yes, but she's dead.

We gotta talk to her.

[paper rustling]

[Nell] She's dead.

We have to talk to her.

["The Wedding Cake"
by Linda Martell playing]

-♪ The wedding cake is not all icing ♪
-[indistinct chatter]

♪ And loving, tender whispers
In the dark ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ One slice is concern for your dreams ♪

♪ 'Fraid they won't come true
And break your heart ♪

[groaning]

♪ Another slice is feedin' kids
And wipin' noses ♪

♪ Cryin' when the doorbell rings ♪

-♪ And there are roses ♪
-[indistinct chatter, chuckling]

♪ Every woman knows a lot of give-and-take
Comes with the wedding cake ♪

[sniffling, breathing heavily]

["The Wedding Cake"
continues playing in distance]

-[Nell] All right.
-[Rachel] Oh…

You get changed. I'll get Portia on board,
and I'll meet you in the sunken room.

Play nice, or she won't help us.

-[door creaking]
-[music playing in distance]

[exhales]

[eerie music playing]

[sighs]

[dramatic sting]

Fuck! Jesus, Portia.

You're late, asshole.

-I'm sorry--
-What were you two doing all day?

Eating out everyone at the nail salon?

Oh. [gasps]

These look really good. I hope you tipped
the blind child who did them.

I'm sorry--

[Portia] I'm an honest person, Rachel.
You can be honest with me.

There's a lot of bad energy
coming from you,

and I think you understand
how important this wedding is

to my brother, my mom,
and the rest of our family.

Do you?

Hmm. Nellie told me all that freak shit
you said last night is true.

And I don't even care
if you're carrying a blood-evil curse.

Because, regardless, my brother loves you,

and I will not let you bail
on this wedding.

I was practically left at the altar,

so then I married some random guy
in Las Vegas. Don't tell my parents.

[chuckles]

And I will not let that happen to Nicky.

Are you gonna break my brother's heart
and crush my mother's dreams? Be honest.

Good.

Now, will it kill you to play

one fun, normal, sexy
bachelorette party game that I planned

before everything is ruined again

because of your insistence on being
a gothic nightmare?

It will kill you?

Rachel.

I don't say this lightly.

You're really, really, really lucky
to have me.

Because I know how to summon the dead.

[eerie music playing]

[Portia] Mm?

Mmm.

[eerie music continues]

[Portia] We cleanse this space
to ward off evil spirits.

[fire crackling]

[Portia] Evil

is not welcome here.

[Rachel clears throat]

We are gathered here
on Rachel's final night of freedom

to contact…

Who?

My great-aunt.

Right. For marital advice
from the great beyond.

Light this candle with your left hand,
the hand connecting you to light.

[inhales]

Yes. And then, at the same time--

Okay. And then, at the same time,
with your right hand,

touch a belonging of the deceased.

Right hand towards darkness.

This establishes your connection,
and then you'll ask your questions.

[Rachel exhales]

Arlene Harkin.

I'm coming to you to ask for advice
the day before my wedding.

I need to know how you knew for certain
that your husband, David, was the one.

[Portia] Now everyone put your hands in.

[music crescendos]

[Portia] Um…

Maybe ask in a different way.

-What do you mean, a different way?
-Rachel.

Okay. Arlene, if you're there,

please tell me how you survived.

[Portia] Maybe just start
with something less intense.

[disturbing music playing]

[Portia] Oh my God! It moved!

-I thought you'd done this before!
-It never worked before!

-[Kiki] What the fuck?
-[shushing] Okay. What do I do now?

-[Portia] You talk to her.
-[Rachel] Okay. Uh, Arlene…

[sinister music playing]

Arlene.

How did you survive your wedding day?

Ask again.

Arlene, how did you know
that David was your soulmate?

[warbling]

[eerie music playing]

[warbling]

[eerie music playing]

[Portia] Oh my God.

[all gasp, screaming]

-[growling]
-[screaming in distance]

-[thudding]
-[Portia] Oh my God!

[all screaming]

Oh my God! Something hit me!
Something actually hit me! [screaming]

-Is it bad?
-[Kiki] What the fuck!?

[guest 1] No! Not at all!

-No, it's totally fine.
-[guest 2] It'll heal one day.

Now you have an excuse
to get that nose job.

Oh, Nellie! Is there a scar?
Am I gonna have a face scar?

-Maybe.
-Fuck!

[groaning]

Nell.

[dramatic music playing]

[sniffles, breathing heavily]

[eerie music playing]

Oh fuck!

[panting]

I'm sorry, Dad. I…

Dad?

[backpack thudding]

Hey.

Dad?

[Dr. Cunningham] I need to take
some responsibility for last night.

No, no. Last night was…

It was completely my fault. I mean--

[Dr. Cunningham] Listen.

Sometimes it's okay to keep secrets
to protect the ones we love.

But your brother does have a point.

Oh.

Yeah, you…
You heard us talking about that.

It's true.

Your mother always wanted to protect
you guys from the harsh realities.

But I see now what it did to you.

-[trees creaking]
-[wind whistling]

It was irresponsible of us
to feed you this perfect story,

this high standard of what a marriage is.

[sighs]

[Dr. Cunningham] So…

[eerie music playing]

Your mother is a good woman,

she is the love of my life,
and she loves you very much.

I know that.

But our relationship isn't
what you think it is, Nicky.

I promised your mother
I would never tell you this,

but I see now that you need to know.

Arlene, come back.

Arlene.

What does living dead mean?

What does that mean?

Please

say it.

[rhythmic thudding, whirring]

[door creaking]

[thudding, whirring stop]

[Rachel] Oh.

[glasses clinking]

[Nell] Jesus Christ!

-Trying that again after all that?
-Sorry. Is… is she okay?

Yeah, yeah. She's fine.
She's freaking out about the bruising,

but I gave her a Klonopin
and put her to bed.

You brought one of these in here?

It must've been Portia
who left one of those there.

I fucking hate it.
It's so creepy. I'm gonna…

Just one more time.

[fire crackling]

[eerie music playing]

Are you here?

[sinister music playing]

-[growling]
-[warbling]

[eerie music playing]

I don't know what to do anymore.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Something…

Something happened back there, and…

You have to help me.

I…

I don't know. Are…

[cork popping]

…Nicky and I soulmates

because we can anticipate
each other's needs most of the time,

or… are we not soulmates because

he fucking… lied about the plane?

He lied about the fucking plane.

And…

[pensive music playing]

[hesitates] My dad?

He invited my dad.

[exhales]

Fuck, it's like…

Does he even know me?

You said you need to believe
that he's your soulmate, right?

[Rachel] Yeah.

[Nell] So what would make you believe it?

I don't know. I don't know.

That's the problem.

Okay, so then I genuinely think
all you can do is decide

that he's your soulmate, or not,
and then take whatever comes.

Whatever comes is… [scoffs]

…death.

But, you know, if I was you,
I would trust the version of myself

that's loved him for three years
and agreed to marry him

and not the version who heard about
a soulmate curse five seconds ago.

You must have felt seen by him
when you agreed to marry him, right?

Yeah?

Yeah, I think so.

Yes. This… [exhales]

This curse… thing

has completely bent your reality.

It's… it's totally fucked-up.

It's made you doubt everything.

And the only way to stop doubt

is to make a decision,
and then you'll know.

So just

fuck this curse,
and go back to reality-reality.

-It's your wedding day tomorrow.
-Mmm.

[Nell] Mmm?

-It's your bachelorette party tonight.
-Mmm.

Wake up tomorrow and decide. Cheers.

[inhales]

-[chuckles] That's all I get?
-[Nell laughs]

Cheers.

Have to look in the eyes. [chuckles]

I did. You were looking away.

-It's your last night of freedom.
-Mmm.

Do whatever you want with it.

And you know, maybe keep it realistic.
We can't, like,

I don't know…

go skydiving.

[Rachel chuckles]

You know me better than that. I'd never.
What if the parachute didn't open?

[both chuckling]

-Mmm.
-Thank you. Thanks.

Jules and I are getting a divorce.

[Rachel] What?

[Nell] Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

[smacks tongue]

Well, planning on it. He hasn't signed
the papers or anything yet.

[Rachel] Uh…

Don't tell anyone.

[Rachel sighs]

[both chuckling]

[both laughing]

What?

[door creaking]

[eerie music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[knocking]

Mom?

Mom?

-Mom.
-[Victoria inhales]

Oh, hi, honey. Come.

Come here.

[door creaking]

Um…

[sniffling]

I need to know if it's true, Mom.

Did you cheat on Dad when I was a kid?

Before I was born or something?

No.

No, honey. It…

It… it wasn't…
[exhales] It wasn't like that.

[Nicky] Who was it?

It wasn't, uh,

some cheap thing. [chuckles]

I met your dad and Beau
around the same time.

I loved them… both.

I chose your dad. I… I don't regret that.

And then what, you just…
you went back on your word or…

[Victoria] I loved Beau too.

I don't give a shit about Beau!
Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's none
of your fucking business.

[warbling]

You let me believe that it's possible
to have a… a 30-year, enduring marriage

where you're devoted to one person.

But isn't that wonderful? Isn't that
wonderful that you got to believe that?

Not if it's not true.

It is true. This doesn't change anything.

It changes everything that I fucking…
[sniffling, scoffs]

What else?
What else are you… are you hiding from me?

I'm not… I'm not gonna let you
take this to the grave. I… [panting]

I don't care about being protected.

You… you tell me right now,
everything you've been protecting me from.

[breathing heavily, sniffling]

Mom.

[sinister music playing]

[Nicky] Mom.

Mom?

Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.

[warbling]

[screaming]

-Fuck!
-[Nell] Oh! What's that?

[in raspy voice] You called me here,
didn't you?

-Let go!
-[Nell] What the fuck are you doing?

[yells] Fuck! [panting]

[sinister music intensifies]

-Something living. Something dead.
-Portia, stop!

Something stolen.

[panting]

Something red.

-["Love Potion No. 9" playing]
-♪ I took my troubles down to Madam Ruth ♪

♪ You know that gypsy
With the gold-capped tooth ♪

♪ She's got a pad down… ♪

[in normal voice]
What the fuck did you do to me?

♪ Sellin' little bottles
Of Love Potion No. 9 ♪

♪ I told her
That I was a flop with chicks ♪

♪ I'd been that way since 1956 ♪

♪ She looked at my palm
She made a magic sign ♪

♪ She said, "Now, what you need is
Love Potion No. 9" ♪

♪ She bent down and turned around
And gave me a wink ♪

♪ She said, "I'm gonna mix it up
Right here in the sink" ♪

♪ It smelled like turpentine
It looked like Indian ink ♪

♪ I held my nose, I closed my eyes ♪

♪ I took a drink ♪

♪ I didn't know if it was day or night ♪

♪ I started kissin' everything in sight ♪

♪ But when I kissed a cop
Down at 34th and Vine ♪

♪ He broke my little bottle
Of Love Potion No. 9 ♪

♪ I held my nose, I closed my eyes ♪

♪ I took a drink ♪

♪ I didn't know if it was day or night ♪

♪ I started kissin' everything in sight ♪

♪ But when I kissed a cop
Down at 34th and Vine ♪

♪ He broke my little bottle
Of Love Potion No. 9 ♪

♪ Love Potion No. 9 ♪

♪ Love Potion No. 9 ♪

[song fades]

[unsettling music playing]

[music ends]