All language subtitles for The Shards s01e02 Dont You Want Me

lights and candles or something, you
know, make it a little more romantic

since this is a double date.

Ooh, that's a nice idea.

I'd like to keep the lights on.

And maybe we should, you know, move the
party inside.

Why?

The home invasion?

There was another one last Sunday night.
And the houses were dark when the home

invasions happened? I mean, that's why
people broke in? I don't know, but I'm

assuming with the lights on, it's a
deterrent.

A deterrent.

A deterrent. Whoever is doing it also
steals people's pets.

Their cats, their dogs.

Uses them ritualistically.

Do you remember, Susan?

The school mascot on the first day of
school.

Cole. Another girl is missing, too.

Who? Julie Selwyn from Marymount.

It's been almost eight weeks since she
disappeared. Maybe she just ran away.

Okay, guys.

Let's stop trying to creep ourselves
out.

I want to talk about the party.

The party?

Yeah.

I'm going to throw a party for Robert
Mallory.

It's going to be at my house, and I
think we should all throw it together,

the four of us, to welcome him. And
we'll invite everyone in our senior

class. Totally awesome.

Cool. Fun.

Love it.

Wait, why?

Why throw him a party? I think we should
make him feel welcome.

I think he had some hard times, and I
think he needs to feel welcome.

Hard times?

What were the hard times?

I was in Principal Croft's office
yesterday.

Dr.

Croft asked me to throw this party.

He said he was worried about Robert and
that my responsibility as student body

president was to make everyone feel as
welcome as possible.

I totally agree.

It seems that... What? Robert was...

Institutionalized. And an asylum.

You've got to be kidding me. Croft said
it was more of a developmental center.

He was treated for depression and some
other issues. Right. So the guy's been

locked away in a loony bin. That's a
little dramatic, Brett.

You always embellish everything. I'm a
writer. It's my job. Look, no biggie.

The guy went through some shit.

His parents divorced and whatnot.

His mother's death.

I feel sorry for him.

Robert Mallory needs a friend.

And I intend to be one. Me too.

Me three.

One, two, Tommy.

Well, thanks, Debs. I've got to get up
early tomorrow to practice.

So that'll keep your body tight. I'm
already tight. I'm keeping it tight. You

know what? I feel like some red wine.

Anyone for a nice cup?

Please. He's a liar, guys.

He lied about seeing me at the movie
theater last summer during The Shining.

I do not trust him, and neither should
you. Brett.

It's just a party. No, Susan. It's a
validation. Hey, guys.

It's getting a little tense in here.

Maybe we should hot tub it.

Let's hot tub it.

Come on. Let's go to the hot tub. Okay?
Come on. Come on.

With that, we'll tell her.

Red, please be some more wino.

You're so much more fun when you drink.

Okay, so we'll do a Saturday.

My house, Barber's Park. It's settled.

It's settled.

Settled. Settled.

Guys, just to state the fact, he
followed me to the mall. That's funny

because he told me that you were the one
following him.

No, he's talking.

You're important.

You're important. Come here.

You know I don't believe you when you
say that you don't need me. It's what

you like to find.

You think you've changed your mind.

You'd better change.

Matt called.

Who? Matt.

From school.

What did he want?

Oh, you were so knocked out I didn't
want to wake you.

He said to stop calling.

What's that supposed to mean?

No idea.

I'll see you tonight.

One of the hallmarks of the early 1980s
for a young person in Los Angeles was

you had to survive things to become an
adult.

Real-life boogeymen, known as serial
killers, were a threat.

And so were cults.

The cult that terrorized Los Angeles in
1981, when I was a senior in high

school, was bloodthirsty, terrifying.

and had similar habits to the Trawler.

In fact, law enforcement would suspect
that this cult was involved in the

Trawler murders, and that the vicious
ritualist killings plaguing the city

were done not by one member, but by
several.

The city had never truly recuperated
from the Manson killings a decade

earlier.

And, like Charlie and the Manson girls,
the riders of the afterlife, as they

called themselves,

reigned from Ojai to the San Fernando
Valley.

This group of young, barely articulate
hippies formed out in the Mojave,

acolytes of a leader only referred to as
Bruce, who turned out to be a high

school English teacher from Lancaster.

fired due to sexual improprieties with
female students.

The cult had drugged, acid,
tranquilizers, and their activities

quickly accelerated that year as Bruce
became more addictive and messianic.

Well, maybe I should ask for the recipe
so that I can make it for you.

Penny?

Oh my god.

Is that blood?

Go inside and call the police.

Then came break-ins in Hancock Park and
Silver Lake.

They wanted to unify through fear.

And then things got worse.

The home invasions escalated to
violence.

The victims who survived those early
attacks said the intruder wore a black

ski mask and matching jeans and
turtleneck.

He was a terrifying shapeshifter.

throughout the city of Los Angeles to
remain vigilant.

A gruesome discovery in Brentwood
tonight after a home invasion turned

deadly. Between nightly news reports of
the trawler murders, two other young

people went out missing, and then
reports of the riders of the afterlife

attacks, the city was on edge.

And so was I.

Every night, I kept thinking I heard
someone in the house.

I was at my desk working on my novel,
and whenever I stopped typing, I would

feel a presence either lurking outside
the house or somewhere within it.

A number of times I thought I heard the
doorbell or the chiming that announced

the garage doors opening.

For weeks I crept through the house
clutching a weapon.

But no one was there not yet

But I could tell they were coming

Mom? Mom!

That's my Lancome.

You're not allowed to wear eye shadow at
school. I'm going out. I'm almost done.

I'm going to La Scala with Joey Carson
and Jackie Collins.

Going out with Brett tonight again?

Yes, Mother, we're in love.

Being with each other whenever you can
is what being in love looks like.

Remember? You want to look good for your
man. I get it.

Oh, honey.

Men.

All your meaningless flirtations you
think will get you somewhere and make

you happy. Just give me the compact and
have another Chablis, Mom.

There's just so much you don't know
about them. There's just so much you

don't know. I know. You're so cool and
so clever and so naive about so many

things. And you're so jealous.

Jealous.

Jealous of the trainer at the stable.

That dumb guy your father cast in that
absurd roller disco movie. And now,

Brett.

What's wrong with Brett? He's very
aloof.

And Seymour interested in that book he's
writing and coming to his girlfriend's

party and staying like a gentleman
through the movie. Well, he came, didn't

he?

We had sex before he left.

And how was that?

A change of pace?

Just focus on getting Dad to want to
touch you again.

If you keep this up, you're not going to
be very happy.

Then I'll end up like you?

Look in the mirror.

You are me.

How

are we even

getting into this club? It's opening
night. The IP list must be enormous.

My dad knew the owner. Duh.

Well, I'm excited about this. Me too.

Music videos are going to be like the
new great art form.

They tell a narrative device in like
under five minutes and take you inside

the mind of the musician.

Makes you understand in some cases what
the song is really about.

Subtextually. Oh, Brad, you're so smart
about stuff like the art.

You have an enthusiasm.

I'm like my father, he just wants to be
rich.

You want something?

Uh, whatever you have.

Say hi to the owner, my dad's friend. I
want to watch the video.

Meet me back here in five. This is all
so cool, right?

Hey.

Bet you think I followed here, don't
you?

Did you? No.

I wasn't invited.

By who?

By Debbie.

No, your girlfriend.

Tom's coming too. I think the whole gang
wants to get to know me a little better

before the party you're throwing in my
honor. Okay.

Go.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear about what
happened with Matt.

He told me.

He told you what? He told me you guys
had a falling out.

He told you that?

Yeah.

You talk to a lot of people, don't you,
Robert?

Everybody needs someone to confide in.

Well, you misunderstood about Matt and
I.

We didn't have a falling out now. I just
have a girlfriend. We don't see each

other as much anymore.

Maybe you were too clingy.

You turned him off or something. Maybe
you should go fuck yourself.

There he is.

That's my guy.

Is he coming?

No, it's just a study or something.

But I wish he was coming.

Do you guys ever date?

No.

Why not?

Because we were always just best friends
since we were little.

But you never wanted to fuck her?

No. I don't.

I'd love to fuck her.

Taste her sweet little puffy.

Fuck her in the ass.

Make her scream.

Make her beg for it.

I remember thinking later.

that I should have stayed in the room
with Robert and talked him through all

this so I could have a better inkling of
what his plans for Susan Reynolds

actually were, because I knew he was
going to act on them.

I also knew she was going to throw a
party for him I could not stop.

She had found him electrified.

She was going to let herself get lost in
his madness, and everything would get

ruined.

Why do you keep calling me? What are you
talking about? Why do you keep calling

me? I'm not calling you. So you're
telling me you're not calling and

breathing into the phone?

Nah. You've been rather insistent,
Brett.

That isn't me.

Whoever the fuck is doing that isn't me.

It's been going on all week.

I know it's you. I swear, I was with
Debbie when you called. I only called to

tell you to knock it off. To tell you
that this isn't funny.

What you did here.

What did I do? You came into my house.

When I was gone and drained my fish tank
and put this weird sign on my foreigner

poster.

I didn't do this. You did.

Did you ask your mother or housekeeper?

Matt, what did Robert Mallory talk to
you about the other day in the parking

lot? He introduced himself to me.

He said my dad knew his aunt. What did
you tell him about us? I didn't tell him

anything.

You're drunked out all the time.

You're disoriented about everything.

The fish, the phone calls.

You live in the guest house. You never
see your parents. Does Robert Mallory

know something about us?

Because he asked a couple of interesting
questions about you.

Like what?

answers to those questions.

I think you're making this all up.

I think you drained the aquarium because
you got so stoned and you painted the

pentagram and you said things to Robert
Mallory about me that you can't even

remember because you're always high as
fuck.

I think there's something very wrong
with him.

Why won't you tell me what he asked you
about me?

About us?

Don't come over here anymore.

Don't. Don't ever do that again.

What? Try and kiss me.

This was never a serious thing.

Why are you doing this right now?

I'm upset.

And I didn't want to be alone.

So I drove over here to see you, man.

You know, I don't even know why you keep
calling.

Keep showing it up here.

What?

Think we're going to be boyfriends or
something?

Huh? Are you fucking crazy?

Huh? That's a legitimate question.

Get away from me!

Go!

Now!

I drove home carefully because I kept
crying so hard.

Matt had never felt about me the way I'd
felt about him, which would be a

recurring theme for the rest of my life.

But of course, I didn't know this on
that hot September night in 1981, when I

was 18 and still navigated on home.

The fake ID that Debbie got us always
came in handy. One vodka and grapefruit,

too. Coming up.

Hey, Brett.

Terry's over at Morton's just finishing
up a deal.

He loves a dreary biopic.

He should be here shortly.

Oh. Okay.

Thanks, Stephen. You wore your school
uniform just like I told you.

Very nice.

Terry will be pleased with that.

Terry really appreciates this.

And how kind you were when his wife
threw her little alcoholic tirade at

Debbie's party the other night.

That one's a mess.

Liz.

Not Debbie.

I understand.

Liz has a problem and needs help.

I was just being nice to her. That's
all.

Okay.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

One more thing, though.

I would be careful.

Pardon me?

Everyone has an agenda.

Sometimes these agendas don't connect
with what we actually want or what we're

gonna get.

Right on cue.

I remember Terry Schaefer was wearing
custom silk with a two-tone gold and

silver crocodile belt.

Hey, how you doing, Brett?

You look nice.

But you're 18. You always look nice at
18.

Our table's ready.

He smelled like Rive Gauche cologne by
Yves Saint Laurent.

Every gesture was efficient and
immaculate.

He was a professional.

An adult.

Something to emulate and aspire toward.

He was someone I wanted to be.

Hey Bruno, we'll have the salmon tartare
and two white wines. Of course.

This restaurant is the only place on the
entire west coast which serves salmon

tartare. I thought you'd like to try it.

I would, yeah.

Sounds amazing.

So, have you seen any movies you like
lately?

Debbie tells me you're a movie buff.

Um, yeah, I love strides. Me too.

Huge Bill Murray fan. I'm meeting with
him next week.

Alan! Oh, Perry!

I won't interrupt.

I just want to say hi. And I hate you
for that hand. What'd you get?

From the sun, Alan.

Brett,

this is Alan Carr, a dear, dear friend.

Alan produced Grease.

And Saturday Night Fever, you bitch.

And you're about to start Grease 2,
right?

Who's the lead? Lorna Loft.

Oh, God, I am so, I'm so excited.

So excited.

Anyways, you, uh, boys, enjoy lunch.

Jesus. He's as big as a house.

And he's into male hookers and pink
cocaine.

You stay away from him, Brett. He will
try and take advantage of you.

We'll have the lemon sorbet, two spoons.

Of course.

So, tell me about this book.

Would it make a good movie?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

It's about a group of young people. Does
it have sex in it?

Because movies need that nowadays to be
popular.

Everything's about sex.

Everybody loves a coming-of-age story.

Yes, it's that, too.

Autobiographical?

I don't know.

It's complicated.

My story, it's kind of... Well, it's
inspired by the work of

Joan Didion, in a way.

I've been reading a lot of Joan Didion.
I know Joan and John very well.

When you're finished with this book, I
think I'd like to option it.

Wait, really? Really.

So let me know when I can read the
galleys. Wow.

Sure. Wow, great. Okay.

So, how are you and Debbie, Brett?

Are you serious about her?

Serious? Yeah,

I think we're pretty serious.

I'm just curious.

There's no reason to be alarmed or
worried.

I just want to make sure that she is
happy.

I understand.

I want her to be happy, too.

Do you like guys as well?

I'm sorry, what?

I think you heard me.

Do you swing both ways?

Well, I'm not... limited.

I mean, it depends.

What about Tom Wright?

You find him hot?

I mean, I'm jealous with the amount of
time you could spend with him.

He's pretty fetching. Although I'm sure
his tastes are more limited than yours.

What do you mean his tastes are more
limited than mine? You can tell me.

Did you ever fool around with Tom?

You know, you get a little drunk, you
get a little high, sleep over, you get

horny, you need to... No, that never
happened. Not with Ryan or any of them?

I mean, you guys take showers together.

They're available, right? They're not
available.

Okay.

Whatever you say. Terry, what does your
wife think about conversations like

this? You having lunch with your
daughter's boyfriend.

Does Liz know?

Well, you're smarter than that, Brett.

I'm under the impression that we have an
understanding.

An arrangement.

What about Debbie?

Does she know about your proclivities?

I think I should be going.

He barely ate.

Though I heard you had a cocktail before
I arrived at the bar.

So it probably dulled your appetite.

Listen, please don't say anything to
Debbie about anything that we discussed

here today.

Wouldn't that be a little weird?

Isn't everything?

Don't say anything.

I don't think you will.

Thanks for lunch, Mr. Schaefer.

I'll have Stephen Collins set up a
meeting so we can talk about that script

I want you to write for me.

I want us to start collaborating right
away.

Okay.

Okay. I'd love that.

Did you guys hear that, Reena and
Kalina?

I'm like, what are you doing?

John Paul, he fell.

Hey, Brett.

Oh, hi.

You know, Brett, if you're on the
committee to throw me a welcoming party,

you should actually make a little bit of
an effort to become my friend and

welcome me.

Or else what, Robert?

Brett. Brett, come on.

Or else we're going to have a very long
and unpleasant senior year. I don't

think anyone wants that.

Are you okay?

Matt Kellner is missing.

Who?

School stoner.

Wait, what do you mean missing?

Well, I was just in Principal Croft's
office, and he told me that later today

at assembly I have to read this kind of
plea to the student body about Matt

Kellner.

Aren't you friends with him, Brett?

Friends? No, he told me pot a few times,
I think.

Where did he go? Don't know.

And neither do his parents.

He's officially been missing for five
days.

Apparently he lived in the back pool
house. Real posh setup. Like a cool

bachelor pad kind of deal.

John and Sheila, those are his parents,
told the police that Matt's schedule was

as routine that week as it had always
been since he moved into the pool house

in 10th grade, which coincided with when
he got his driver's license.

He'd get up early, swim some laps.

Sometimes they would hear reggae music
coming from the pool house at that hour

when he was getting ready for school.

Wouldn't he go into the main house for
breakfast or anything, get some food?

I guess not. He always ate at the
McDonald's in Sherman Oaks.

Gross.

Matt wasn't involved in sports or any
extracurricular activities, so he was

usually back at his pool before at the
latest.

On some nights, Sheila Kellner would
glimpse the guesthouse from the window

of the second-story bedroom, and the
only light would be coming from the

aquarium, or the candles that Matt had
lined up on one side of the pool.

Apparently, he liked to swim right
before bed.

This story is the reason they made those
creepy TV commercials.

Parents, it's 10 p.m. Do you know where
your children are? Okay, you guys,

yesterday, John Kellner took Matt's 280Z
in for a checkup.

And when he went to tell Matt, Matt
wasn't in the pool house, and there was

no note.

So they called the school, and Principal
Croft told them Matt hadn't been at

school for three days.

They hadn't seen any live sound in the
pool house or heard any reggae music

since the Friday before.

And oddly, clearly, he left his car at
home.

So, yeah, five days.

Isn't it so strange how his parents
spent so little time with him?

Is it?

I mean, I haven't seen my father in like
six months.

Brett, aren't your parents still in
Europe?

Yeah. Yes, they are.

What are you supposed to say at
assembly?

So please, if any of you have heard from
Matt Kellner or seen him, please tell me

or Principal Croft or any teacher about
his whereabouts.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

Oh, freaked out, man. Still missing.

Did you know him?

Bought weed from him.

I think... You think what? I think...

It's scary how young people in this town
keep just going missing.

You think the cult did this?

That's one theory.

I think he could be something else.
What, Matt just said, fuck it, I'm going

to go to Big Sur and open my Wii
business?

I think he could be the trawler.

Who?

The serial killer. The serial killer
that's hunting in our area.

Doesn't he only target girls? So far.

But who knows?

It's terrifying.

Snatched away in the dead of night.

Tortured. How did you know he was
tortured?

They haven't even found him yet.

I don't.

I'm talking about the girls.

The girls that troll are tortured.

I'm glad we're talking.

I miss talking.

They found something. I just heard from
Principal Croft.

His body?

His backpack.

A ranger found it in a parking lot in
Crystal Cove State Park.

There was blood all over it, and it had
a name and address tied to it on a small

ID tag that proved it belonged to Matt.

Does anyone know if Matt was with
someone?

Does this lip gloss make me look fat?

Alright.

¶¶

These days, I feel my life just like a
river running through

the air of the cat.

Like the moon and the sea, she comes in
a sense and patchouli.

So you take her to find what's waiting
in sight.

The ear of the cat.

off the cat.

I would stab someone for a drink right
now.

It's a joke.

Guys, don't you think we should cancel
the party if that's one of our last

mates, basically?

Well, it's what I want, and you're all
coming.

Looking back, I realize that's the gift
of you. You think you'll live forever.

I shouldn't have to beg my boyfriend to
touch me. If you were my girlfriend, you

wouldn't have to beg me for anything.

Police suspect this brutal killing is
the work of the trawler.

The suspect you should be looking at is
a kid named Robert Mallory.

You're a little bit obsessed with me,
aren't you, Brett? You would love that,

wouldn't you?

And we're live in four, three, two...
Hit it!

This feels wrong.

No, this feels right.

What kind of game were you playing?

You know what they say about fellas who
are nosy?

They lose their noses.