All language subtitles for Dietland 1x3

I used to answer letters
for a fashion magazine--

letters from girls
all over the country.

"Dear Kitty, my boyfriend
made me have sex

when I didn'’t want to.
Should I break up with him?"

"Dear Kitty, what are these
gross red bumps on my arms?

How do I get rid of them?"

"Dear Kitty,
all the girls in your magazine

are so skinny..."

"Dear Kitty, sometimes

I cut my breasts
with a razor.

It hurts,
but it feels good, too."

"Dear Kitty,
sometimes I just want
to fight back,

but I'’m not strong enough."

[Young woman #6"
"...what he did to me
should happen to him."

"I'’m ready to kill myself,
or maybe somebody else."

That'’s me. Alicia Kettle.

But everyone calls me Plum,

because I'’m succulent
and round--

also known as "fat."

It'’s OK,
I'’m allowed to say it.

♪ We lay by a river

♪ We looked at the stars

♪ I said,
"How tiny we are, girl

♪ How tiny we are..."

...when a girl jumped in front

of the high-speed train.

I'’m telling you this
from the future,

if you haven'’t gotten that yet.

But don'’t think
this is one ofthose stories.

I'’m still fat.

- I still get the looks...

Honey.

Ooh, shake it there,
sweetpants.

...like some people
would prefer me dead.

When I look back,
think of my life
at that time,

it'’s like it was contained
in a box--

a diorama.

Everywhere I went was within
a five-block radius--

apartment, café,
my Waist Watchers meetings.

Apartment. Café. Meetings.

The magazine I wrote for
was calledDaisy Chain.

The original intent
was all about inspiring

great young women
to become great young wives.

Ah,
you'’re so retro,

with your newspaper every day
like my grandpa.

It'’s my artisanal skill--
reading on paper.

-Oh, Rolo.

Look. Somebody loves me.

Hey. Get your own dog.

-I can barely
keep myself alive.

-Yeah.
-Hit me. Best one.

"Dear Kitty,
you'’re so pretty--

even though you look like
a skinny wax Dracula.

Question: Is it always wrong
to have sex with your father?"

Come on. Really?

No, not really.

But it wouldn'’t surprise me.

My job was answering
the letters

girls send to the editor
atDaisy Chain,

the editor being...

Kitty Montgomery,

editor for all the women'’s
titles at Austin Media.

But it all started
when I revamped Daisy Chain

and made it relevant.

Oh, and I don'’t look
like a wax Dracula--

that'’s just envy speaking.

I know Plum thinks I'’m a fool.

But I pay her
to make me look smart.

Who'’s the fool
in that equation?

Hey, can you work
tomorrow?

I gotta see the city guy
about the liquor license.

Oh, I'’m on my food plan--

You don'’t have to eat,
just bake.

Oh. Just smell the heroin,
don'’t snort it?

I thought you needed extra money
for your dumb surgery.

It'’s--
I'’m losing weight already.

This is just gonna
speed things along,
that'’s all.

Well, I read
it'’s pretty dangerous.

Oh, my God, have you
been talking to my mother?

I'’m offering you
extra work.

I'’m trying to get booze
up in here.

And your letter-writing thing
pays crap.

My uncle said
he might lower my rent.

Again? Pretty soon
he'’s gonna be paying you
to stay there.

I do water his plant.

I water the crap
out of that plant.

Fine, I'’ll...bake.

Be dazzled by my iron will.

You'’re the best.

Thank you, Auntie Plum.

Aside from Steven
and a few other people,

I had learned to live
deep inside myself.

My body was just a thing
I used to move my head around.

So I missed a lot.

Good job.
That'’s another pound this week.

My home scale said two...
and a half.

I know. My God, a person
can just look at a French fry
and put on water weight.

But you'’re making progress.
That'’s what matters.

But you do need
to pick it up a bit.

You'’re still morbidly obese.

Because they changed
the charts--

Let'’s table this for now, OK?

You'’re staying
for the meeting, right?

-Mm-hmm.
-We'’ll get our
one-on-one after.

Great.

I mean,
I'’m doing everything right.

I'’m exercising,
and that is not easy

with the kids at home.

I log every bite.

I mean, why won'’t
the scale move?

OK, let'’s talk about
that scale mentality.

-It is very hard to just--
Sorry!

I hate the bus.

Oh! Pr-- Proceed. Sorry.

Oh!

Janice.
First time.

I'’m pumped.

I was just telling Karen

that the scale is only
one measure of our success.

I mean, she'’s doing this
to look great naked.

I am.

I have
to look great naked.

And you'’re doing so good.

I want you all to appreciate

that Karen isn'’t giving up
on herself.

Yeah, but she doesn'’t
need to lose weight.

That'’s not what
my husband thinks.

Oh.Screw your husband.

Uh, Janice,
we don'’t use profanity here.

I'’m sorry.

Screw your husband.

Janice, I love
your enthusiasm,

but again, Karen wants
to be comfortable in her body

just like you came here
to be your best self.

Excuse me?

Plum, why don'’t you
tell Janice our philosophy.

Plum has been doing
such good work.

People don'’t come
to Waist Watchers

because they feel good
about themselves,

they come because
they'’re ready to feel good...

about themselves.

Are you kidding me?

I feel good.
Very.

I love myself.

Janice.

Oh, no.

Screw this
ass-sucking crap.

I came here to get
some help losing weight

because I have back problems,
not because I hate my body.

-Why don'’t we talk
about this outside--
-No, don'’t.

Don'’t you touch me,
wench.

Iam a unicorn.

I am a goddess.

And...

I get more hot dick

than I can handle.

It'’s so sad, right?

So much denial.

So sad.

♪

Lookin'’ good, Plum.

Slow but steady loss.

And you still have seven weeks
to practice good habits

before your surgery.

-Just one.

OK, let'’s talk
about that.

I had some SnackWells.

-Ten.
-Hmm. Ouch.

That must have felt bad.

You know, after your surgery,

if you eat more than this
at a time

you'’re gonna get sick. Very.

My bypass clients,
they say that it is torture.

I know. I think that

since I won'’t be able
to indulge after the surgery--

But now'’s the time
you gotta dig deep
and figure out

why you felt the need
to sabotage.

Plum, it'’s time to say good-bye
to comfort food.

Food is fuel.
That is all.

What were you feeing?

Hungry. Angry at being hungry.

Good identifying.

OK, well, next time
tell that anger
you'’re in control

and your thin person within
wants out.

-OK. Yeah.
-Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Are you still
taking the Y?

Yeah.

And how long
you been on that?

Since grad school.
A while.

Oh, gosh, yeah. Yeah,
that'’s so stressful.

You know, when
I was getting my GED,

I gained like
25 pounds.

I loved school.

I kept getting degrees
until they kinda kicked me out

and made me get a life,
such as it is.

Well, if you loved school,

then why did you decide
to go on the Y?

Just--

You said it.
Stress.

Gosh. Yeah.

I would say that 90 percent
of my people

say that stress
is what makes them binge.

Well, that and loneliness.

But everybody'’s lonely. Gosh.

Well, being on the Y
could be helpful.

Some patients get a little blue
after surgery.

It can be hard to say good-bye
to bad behaviors,

such as eating.

I'’ve been feeling
this intense nausea,

like I need to throw up.

Could that be related
to my diet or the Y?

Are you taking it
on an empty stomach?

My stomach'’s always empty.
Basically.

Yeah! Good for you.

But yeah, I mean,
that could be the problem.

Or you could be having
a little breakthrough anxiety.
No biggie.

Are you planning
any follow

Thigh lift

Not right away.

I'’m already putting
a lot of the bypass on credit,

what insurance won'’t cover.

The whole thing
is so expensive.

Well, I would save your pennies,

because I think
you'’re gonna do great,

and you'’re gonna have
a lot of loose skin.

This one girl that I know,

she said she looked
like a flying squirrel.

Can you imagine?

Aaah!

Ugh.

Are you following me?

What? S--

Sorry, I couldn'’t hear you.

Are you following me?

You have an amazing day.

You'’re capable of that.

So the girl was a weirdo,

but Iwas going
to have an amazing day.

After the surgery,
when I was thin,

I wouldn'’t evenbe Plum.

My name would be Alicia.

And I'’d burst
out of my sad diorama

into a big, sexy life.

Next, we visit a community

rocked by the disappearance
of two men,

both former military...

-Hey, Mom.
-Hello! You picked up!

I did. But I'’m about
to head out.

-That'’s a lie.

Really?
You'’re leaving the house?

Mom. How'’s your shoulder?

Better.

-I went bowling
the other night.
-That'’s good.

How are the fine ladies
of the league?

Did you get that article
I sent you?

What are you doing?
Are you eating?

Yeah. Sorry.

Good! Youshould eat.

That'’s what the article says.

Only one in one hundred people
who do that stupid surgery--

Stop. I swear
I'’ll hang up on you.

Yeah,
I know you will.

I just wish you could be happy
with what God gave you.

You have Grandma'’s body.

Grandma was fat.

Grandma was married.

She lived a good, full life.
She knew who she was.

A fat wife.

Oh, well, fine.
You'’re in a mood.

Let'’s just talk
about something else.

They canceled my program.

-Scream Queens.

After my sad excuse
for a meal,

I tried to forget
how hungry I was and sleep...

but my dreams took over.

That right,

it pays to dig deep.

Oh...

The sweet, delicate meat

and the rich melted butter...

Fresh cut,
and fire-kissed perfection!

Uh-uh-uh.

It'’s not safe.

But my dreams were no comfort--

they were trying to wake me up.

Because across the country,
a war was starting.

Oh, yeah.

It'’s a Plum day.

May I?

Yes, I made extra.
I know you.

Oh.

Oh, man.
That is--

You'’re like a professional,
right?

You trained in Paris
or something?

-Glendale, California.
-Oh, wow.

My aunt owned a restaurant.
She taught me.

She taught you good.

I didn'’t set out
to write vague advice

as somebody I wasn'’t

to sad girls I didn'’t know.

I wanted to be a journalist--
or a baker.

Yeah, I know.

I loved baking my whole life,

but back then I hated
what it made me hunger for,

which was everything.

♪ Don'’t even go
to a movie show ♪

♪ If you are not
at my side ♪

♪ I stay home
by my radio ♪

♪ But I'’m satisfied ♪

♪ All my flirtin'’ days
are gone ♪

♪ On the level
from now on ♪

♪ I have told them in advance

♪ They can'’t break up
our romance ♪

♪ Livin'’ up to every vow ♪

♪ I'’m keepin' ♪

♪ Keepin'’ out of mischief now ♪

Can I help you?

I like this shade.

It'’s called...
Juicy Plum.

What?

-Hey!
-No go. You'’re dog
is anal-retentive.

Like father, like son.

Hi, Rolo!

Here, can I try?
Can I try?

Come on, baby,
come on. Let'’s go.

These scones are beyond.
If you baked every day, you'’d--

I have a job.

Queen of Darkness
over there?

Oh, yeah.
She'’s here all the time lately.

She basically told me
to go on a diet.

Wrote it on my arm
in indelible eyeliner.

What? No, I'’m gonna
tell her get out of here.

-She can'’t do that.
-No, stuff like that happens.

It'’s-- It's fine.
I'’m leaving anyway.

I don'’t want a whole thing.

I hate people.

Everybody sucks but us.

Daisy Chain was just
a small part

of a corporate giant--

Austin Media.

My command performances
for Kitty

forced me out
of my comfort zone

and into their
crooked monolith.

Could you give these
to Julia?

-Hi.
-I'’m here for Kitty.

Sure, Plum. Oh--

would you like one?

They'’re just jellybeans.

There'’s so much pussy
around here

I'’m syncing up with
everybody'’s cycles.

I'’m good, thanks.

Kitty'’s still in a meeting.

All right.
I'’ll just wait.

Yeah?

You work here?

Kind of. I...answer
letters to the editor
for Kitty.

So I mostly
work from home.

Oh. That sounds
like a good deal.

I'’d like to work from home.

It'’s good and bad.
Gets lonely.

Yeah. Yeah,
I guess sometimes you need
someone to talk to.

I forget that,
because all I do
is talk to people all day.

What do you do,
if you don'’t mind me asking?

Not at all.
I'’m a detective.

NYPD.

That sounds fascinating.

It usually does to people,
but a lot of times

it'’s like a missing person
isn'’t really missing,

runaway husband,
or it'’s just really sad.

A lot of the letters I get
are sad, too.

Lost girls.

Hmm.

So we'’re just two
gainfully employed
sad folks.

Hey, could be worse,
I guess, right?

I bake, too.
That'’s happy, I guess.

I make an incredible
chocolate cake.

-I do.

I would kill for
a good chocolate cake.

Well, you would
have a good lead
on the investigation.

-'’Cause you did it.
-Yeah.

-The cake murder.
-I'’d-- I'd-- Yeah.

Plum, Kitty'’s ready for you.

-Oh.
-You'’ll be right after.

Thank you.

It was nice to meet you,
Detective.

You too.

Say, it'’s Dominic.

Oh. Plum.

Hey.

Maybe you'’d like to
grab a coffee sometime.

When you need someone
to...talk to.

-OK.
-'’Cause you work from home.

-Yeah.
-Or you need a cake tester.

OK. Have a nice day.

I had met
men like him before.

It'’s a kink. A fetish.

They screw girls like me,

but they marry
women like this.

Kitty Montgomery.

Plum.

I always forget...

what beautiful eyes you have.

Thank you.

-Well--

You know, everyone talks
about Vogue'’sSeptember issue,

but arguably ours
is more influential.

I mean, my girls
are going back to school.

It'’s their opportunity to say,
"Hey, I'’m new.

Desirable in a whole new way."

That'’s the theme this month.
"Thirty Days to Sexy."

Here is all the information.
Makeup, fashion, fitness.

Great. Did you get
that email I sent you?

With pitches for articles?

There'’s a new crop
of young female entrepreneurs--

Oh, I wish
you had time for that,

but aren'’t you just swamped
with letters?

My girls have such
a special connection with me.

Before I found myself,
I was them. You know,

bad hair, bad skin,
bad...everything.

And look!

Now I give them hope.

And yougive them hope.

Someone like you
has such insight

into what they'’re going through.

Well, thank you.

And you'’re so good at it.

You make me sound well read,
which, of course, I would be,

but...time...

who has it?

So...

My letters. What'’s new?

Well, we'’ve had a lot
of cutters.

Cutters.

You know...

last night it was so strange.

I was testing
this new shave cream,

and I had my leg out
so my foot was resting
on the tub.

And I didn'’t see,
but I nicked a little scab
on my shin.

This tiny drop of blood
just dots the bathroom floor.

It was so beautiful.
I just kept staring at it.

You know, girls,
we see our blood
every month,

but this time
it wasn'’t gross like that.

So I ran the razor
over my scab again,

and more drops of blood.

Some of it trickled
down my calf.

If my boyfriend hadn'’t
knocked on the door,

I would'’ve done it all night.

Plum?

I'’m sorry. Um...

how was the shave cream?

Oh. Nothing special.

But it was just that
suddenly I understood
the appeal, these girls,

chopping away
at themselves.

What else?

-Um, purging.
-Purging.

Confusion about
the female anatomy.

Well, there'’s nothing
I can do about that.

Those parent groups
target us if we mention
the word "vagina."

Makes writing articles
on tampons hard.

Find some euphemisms
for "vagina."

Poontang?

Nothing sexual.
Medicalize things.

Come up with a list
and send it to the girl
writing the tampon piece.

Best advice you can give
a 13-year-old:

"Start using tampons
as soon as you can."

But I can'’t tell her
where to put it.

Send the list to Plum, too.

You can use it, too.

Oh, I know that some
of this seems silly,

but we'’re helping these girls.

We are.

Good! OK.

OK.

Oh, one more thing.

Um, you haven'’t had
any unusual letters lately?

I mean, anything disturbing
in an out

No, just regular disturbing.

Anybody contact you
wanting information about me

or the magazine?
Any strange encounters?

No. Nothing like that.

Is something wrong?

Oh, we'’ve had an eensy
security breach.
Hacking.

We just need to find out
where the leaks are
coming from.

-That'’s why that
detective is here.
-Mm-hmm.

Yes, they got
the home addresses
and phones for me

and every member
of the Austin family,
including Stanley.

It'’s...

absolutely
not serious.

But why are the bad people
always after the good people?

I mean,
have you seen the news?

Those two boys
who were murdered.

Veterans. Tossed
like cats in a bag
onto the freeway.

My West Coast editor,

he got stuck on
the wrong side of the 110
for hours and hours.

It was awful.

Yeah, I, uh,
my stomach has just
been feeling weird lately.

Oh, dear. Well, um, let'’s
get you to the ladies'’ room

before we make a mess.
Eladio!

You okay?

Did you follow me to work?

Oh, I'’m not dangerous. Um...

I don'’t think.
Um, but--but--

but definitelynot to you.

I promise.

I, um, I left you something
in the kitchen.

Her boots said she was a witch.

The book she left for me?
"Dietland."

Would it turn me into
a good witch...

or a bad witch?

Anti

Crazy twist, right?

-Here ya go.
-Oh, thanks.

Hey, Ben, cover
the cash register.

There are no customers
at the register.

Thank you, Captain Literal.

Should anyone else come in.

Got it.

Bye.

It'’s written by Verena Baptist.

Her mother was the woman
who started the Baptist
Weight Loss Clinics.

-Never heard of her.
-Yes, you have.

They'’re all over
the country.

Verena'’s mother died,

and Verena shut everything down.

I think she'’s some kind
of big feminist

who thinks diets
are the root of all evil.

Here'’s the thing, though--
I was on that diet.

No. Really?

Yeah. I was a Baptist.

Baptist. Doesn'’t that
get a little confusing?

Like what kind of freak are you,
religious or chunky style?

-Some of them were both.

Baptist Baptists.

The whole thing
was like a cult.

We practically prayed
to the founder, Eulayla,
and her old "fat jeans."

Well, if this book
is against fad diets,

Goth Girl gets free scones
from now on.

Those things are awful.

But should I be worried?

This girl following me,
pushing the book?

I think she knew my name.

She'’s just probably just one
of those body acceptance people.

Saving big lives,
one book at a time.

But why me?
I'’m not special.

There could be an exposé
in this for Daisy Chain,right?

Like "The Strange Legacy

of the Baptist
Weight Loss Clinics."

Maybe that'’s what
Goth Girl wants,

for me to write about this.

That seems a little
hard-hitting for Kitty.

I could sell her.
It'’s juicy.

She can'’t ignore me forever.

Yeah, she absolutely can.

She absolutely can.

Especially now.

There'’s been some hacking thing
at Austin.

-Kitty seemed freaked out.
-Oh, no.

Maybe somebody
stole the secret
to better brows.

Right?

Oh. Thank you.

Hello?

This is Plum.

Can'’t I do it over email?

All right,
give me an hour.

The thing about the book,

the girl--

yes, it felt like an invasion,

but something in me
welcomed it.

-That'’s it.

Let me walk you
to the elevator.

This way.

Hey.

Get in. Press S-C.

Excuse me

The Beauty Closet.
Go.

They have answers.

Guess plus size
really is a huge market.

Coming!

You must be Plum.

Come in.

Come in.

You call this a closet?

For you.

This is-- There was a girl
following me--

Leeta. I asked her
to do that.
I'’m Julia Smith.

Manager of
the Beauty Closet.

You asked her to

Oh, we'’ll get to that.

I am so glad
to finally meet you.

Leeta has told me
somuch about you.

W-Will you just tell me
what I'’m doing here, please?

My, my, we are
the eager beaver.

No, I-- I just
want to understand.

Don'’t we all, hon?
Don'’t we all?

What is all this for, anyway?

We are under 52 floors
of lifestyle, hon.

Magazines, TV shows,
sponsored YouTube channels.

Every face, every body,
must be perfect.

You must agree
that everything I tell you
is strictly confidential.

Fine. Just tell me.

I sent you a message.

Under an assumed name.

To "Dear Kitty"?

"Dear Kitty,

as one of the great intellectual
minds of all time--"

You should have known
it was a fake from that alone.

"--I have to ask,
who is more oppressed,

a woman covered from
head-to-toe in a burka,

or one of the bikini-clad models
on the cover of your magazine?"

"You pose
an interesting question,

one I'’m not sure
that I can answer.

One woman covers her body,
while the other exposes herself.

You could consider it
two sides of the same coin."

There was no way
on God'’s green earth
that Kitty wrote that.

I noticed it in the magazine,
too.

Her answers were too aware,
too smart.

-Thank you.
-That'’s not a compliment.

You'’re squandering
your good brain.
It'’s criminal!

Anyhow, I figured
someone was writin'’ for her.

So, I tested my theory,
and you passed!

And once Eladio told me
it was you,

I thought Leeta
should check you out,

see if you could be trusted.

Leeta? Is she--
Is she here?

She'’s out.

I'’m afraid our lovely Leeta
may have overstepped her bounds.

You weren'’t even
supposed to notice her.

But she grew quite fond of you.
Or your potential.

-Uh-uh-uh!

-Now, now.

-I could'’ve called the police.

I wa-- I wasn'’t sure.

But she gave me that book--

Oh, "Dietland."
That was all her.

She thought you might
appreciate the message.

-Shit!

Come with me.

Oh.

What took you?
I can'’t stand up that long.

Maybe it'’s time
for flats.

Kidding. '’Course not.

I need perfume.

All day long I have been
smelling this ass smell,

and then I realized
it was myass.

My gross pregnant sweat.

No problem.

Here you go.

No more smell.

Just keep these in your desk
for future emergencies.

If I don'’t have this kid
by the end of the week,

I'’m gonna cut it out
with a kitchen knife.

Ohh.

Witch.

And not the good kind.

Ninety percent
of the women here

are complete lost causes.

Believe me,
I would never do any of this
if it wasn'’t necessary--

For your confidential
undercover work?

Exactly.

That security breach
Kitty was talking about--

was that you?

Some kind of radical
covert action?

Of a sort.

Plum, how much time
would you say you'’ve spent

trying to better
your outsides?

I don'’t count, exactly.

The average woman devotes
almost an hour a day
to grooming.

That'’s years in her life.

Not to mention the dieting
and self-loathing--

I know,
but that'’s just
how it is.

Who says

Austin Media is part
of the dissatisfaction-
industrial complex,

a hugely profitable machine.

They get us to pay them
to tell us how broken we are,

and then we pay for the products
to fix it.

But we'’re never fixed.

Because there'’s always
some new way

we don'’t please the eye
of our big brother beholder.

Now I say: enough.

Time to change the game.

But it'’s not a conspiracy.

It'’s human nature.

People like pretty things.

You'’re not a thing.

You are a woman,

and you should decorate yourself
however it pleases you.

Open your mouth.

Excuse me?

Just do it.

I don'’t understand.
How did you guys know
I was a Baptist?

Shhh!

No more questions for now.

Open.

Oh...

this color...

it'’s so you,your...

your skin is white as a rose.

What color are your nipples?

To match.

Pink.

Lighter.

Doesn'’t anyone ever tell you
you'’re beautiful...

just as you are?

Please! Just--

What do you want from me?

You know this place
peddles bullshit,

and you'’re ready
to do something about it.

J

Calm down. It'’s easy.

All we need
are the names
and email addresses

for Kitty'’s girls.

The girls who
sent Kitty questions?

All of '’em?
For what?

Deprogramming!
Truth!

Like that book. "Dietland."

Maybe. Different things--
depending.

Don'’t worry.
Nothing actionable.

I could get
in trouble for that.

Why would I ever do that?

Right now
you'’re doin' nothin'’.

Aren'’t you tired of that?

I told Julia
I needed to think about it.

Even if I wanted
to do what she asked me,

I wasn'’t sure I could.

Fifty thousand emails.

Fifty thousand girls
lonely and desperate enough

to write to Kitty...

and Julia wanted them all.

"Dear Kitty,
my friend Kelsey

has a thigh gap,
and I was wondering..."

"Dear Kitty,
I'’m 15 and on the swim team..."

"...I think my stepfather
touches me when I'’m sleeping,

but I don'’t know..."

"...every night after dinner
I got into the bathroom

and throw up..."

I was tired of doing nothing.

I wanted to fight back--
my whole life--

but it was going to cost me.

Hey. Hey, hey.

How ya doin'’, beautiful?

Look, my friend here,
would like a kiss from you.

Hey, look at him.

What are you doin'’?
Sexy! Turn around.

Talk to us. Please.
Hey!

♪ Do you, do you

♪ Tell me,
do ya know yourself ♪

♪ When you'’re left alone ♪

♪ Do you, do you

♪ That day will come,
that day will come ♪

♪ That day will come

♪ That day will come,
hey! ♪

♪ '’Cause that day will come ♪

♪ That day will come

♪ Hey!