All language subtitles for servant 2.1

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Dear Mrs. Turner,
My name is Leanne Grayson.

I am 18 years of age and from
a good, loving family in Wisconsin.

I hope that you will consider me

as a responsible
and moral guardian for your son.

I promise that I will work hard
to please you

and to fit into your home.

- Do you have him?
- Who?

9780 Spruce Street.

It's an emergency. It's life or death.

He's gone.

So is Leanne.

Can you hear me?

They've taken Jericho.

Who did you call?

The police. Who do you think?

Don't just stand there! Do something!

You did it! Good baby.

Now, no official numbers
have been released yet,

but apparently cult leader May Markham
is believed to be among the dead.

Her. This woman.

This woman was in my house today,
and she took Jericho.

So, the dead woman stole your baby, ma'am?

No.

Sean!

Mr. Turner?

You remember me?

I'm Officer Reyes.

My sister wouldn't
intentionally hurt a fly.

She sponsors abused animals.

She's a fucking patron of tired old asses.
Tell her, Sean.

They'll do an autopsy.

How many days at a guess?

Three or four.

I was going off shift,
but I recognized the address.

There's something about a baby.

He's not real.

It's Dorothy's.

You need to establish roadblocks
on a 50-mile perimeter around this city.

I shouldn't have to tell you
how to do your fucking job.

I don't care what I'm saying there.
Listen to me here.

She faked her death. I don't know.
She was in this house.

Sean, thank God.
Please tell them. Tell them about Leanne.

Tell them about her family.
Tell them to find Jericho!

He's in shock.

Greg, could you give us a minute?

- Why don't we sit over here, Dorothy?
- Okay, I'm not an invalid.

- Is Dorothy upstairs?
- My office.

Drug her if you have to, darling.

Officers.

Yeah.

- Okay, from the be-fucking...
- Leanne's gone. Okay?

She's taken him. And I don't know
if the uncle came in or...

But he's gone, Julian.
The baby's fucking gone.

Good.

No bubba, no crime, right?

Dorothy's up there
telling them everything.

Dorothy hasn't been right
since the accident.

- Hey, she's not fucking crazy.
- No one is using that word.

But we have to protect ourselves.

I briefed Natalie in the car.

To say what?

Denial.

"Baby? What baby?"

We dunked him in fucking holy water,
Julian. People saw!

All the more reason
to get them out of here quickly

before they start poking around.

For fuck's sake, Sean.

You see this?

This could put us away for 20 years.

Officer Reyes, excuse me.

Officer Reyes, these defense
mechanisms are on overdrive right now.

So what she really needs is some privacy.

And what are you, her doctor?

Kinesiologist.

And close friend.

Look, what happened to Dorothy, it...

It was unthinkable.

And right now her psyche is
protecting her. That's all that this is.

Yeah, but she talked about a nanny.
A Leanne.

I'm... I'll have to ask her about that.

She sent her résumé with a return address.

I can't find it!

Dorothy has created this
impenetrable bubble

protecting her from the truth.

And that's just my professional opinion.

- And so the doll is a part of this?
- It was. It was.

And now that she's rejecting the doll,
it's a positive step towards healing.

I mean, after all, we can only see
what we can tolerate seeing.

Why can't I find it?

Ugly fucking thing, isn't it?

- It looks so real.
- Yeah.

Do you have any?

Children? No.

Me neither.

They say it changes your life,
putting something else first.

Suppose you have to experience it to know.

Right.

I mean, how are we ever gonna understand
what they went through?

Hey?

You never recover
from something like that.

Officer Reyes, are you still on the scene?

What's the status on that 32?

False alarm. Let's clear out.

Copy that.

I hope you guys know what you're doing.

Holy fuck.

It is her, Julian.

You know what,
my wife may be many terrible things,

but she is an excellent journalist.

Well, you opened your door
to the church of fuck-only-knows.

But on a brighter note, they're gone now.

Is that all you have to say?

Who the fuck are they?
What were they practicing?

What did they want with us?

- How is she?
- She spun herself out.

I slipped some melatonin in her tea.

Homeopathic medicine saves the day,
said no one ever.

Look, this woman
that she's talking about, who is she?

- She's Leanne's aunt?
- A fucking cult leader.

Her whole family is batshit crazy.
Best left well alone.

Okay. Well, I think for once
I agree with Julian.

Maybe we should recognize this
for what it is.

Well, what is it?

An opportunity to move forward, Sean.

To let Dorothy grieve.

What? No.

Yes. Sean, you love her,
and that's why you're doing this.

But she's grieving the wrong child.

He's not dead.

What I mean is,
we were giving him a loving home.

We were taking care of him.

He was never yours to keep, Sean.

He belongs here, with us.

I just want to feel positive.

No, I won't. Yell 'freaks.' Go. Go.

Hey, freak!

Do it.

- Do it. Dare me, dude.
- Do it, do it, do it. Just do it.

Dorothy?

Dorothy!

What is this?

A camera?

- I...
- Did she put this in here?

They have infiltrated our home, Sean.

They've been watching us.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

We can't hand these out.
I mean, you can't even see her.

I think we have better copies somewhere
before the magenta ran out on us.

Who are they for?

- The neighbors.
- Our neighbors?

Yeah, I mean, we need to
canvass the neighborhood

and tell everybody what happened.

- How's that gonna help?
- 'Cause people may have seen something.

Color of a vehicle,
a direction they were headed.

Anything and everything is helpful
within the first 48 hours.

After that...

We mustn't think about after that.

- I'll do it.
- You?

Yeah, I wanna help.

Look at me.

Look, people are less inclined
to help strangers who radiate desperation.

I don't know what that is. We're hardwired
to give up on people easily.

But what the public needs is reassurance.

You don't have reassuring eyes, Sean.

I haven't slept for two days.

But you do make a good point.
We should play to our strengths.

So, I'll be running base camp here.
You will be boots on the ground.

Here.
Deliver these on Spruce, 19th and Walnut.

Then you're buying ink
before coming home via Locust and 21st.

We have... 35 hours to find him, Sean.

- But we can do it, right?
- Yeah, sure.

Okay. Go. Go.

Sean?

- Anything?
- Nothing. No one saw a thing.

The funeral of May Markham was held here
on the grounds of the ransacked compound.

In attendance
was just a handful of mourners.

Since then, the numbers have grown.
The crowd increasing by the day.

I recognize one of the victims.

I saw his picture on TV.

He revived my daughter after she was
hit by a car a few years ago.

Thank you.

And are you a member
of the Church of the Lesser Saints?

I don't believe
anybody in this cult revived anyone.

People believe anything.

You see, they wouldn't let us film
from behind here.

It was an exclusion zone.

But it's a short run to the cover
of trees, so people could've escaped.

There could have been survivors.

Seared scallop, sweet potato,
pesto, Parmesan crisp.

No, I'm not hungry.

- But it's your favorite.
- No, it isn't.

How goes the search?

The trail goes cold seven years ago.

But someone must have seen her.
I mean, someone must've been hiding her.

Hey, you'll crack it.

Thank you, darling, for believing in me.

Your hand. What happened?

I burned myself.

- I'm sorry.
- Looks worse than it is.

You can buy a passport
for under a thousand dollars these days.

Anyone can be someone else
practically overnight.

Look into that.

Have you heard anything from Roscoe?
I think his car is still out front.

He isn't exactly reliable.

And just because he's not returning
my calls, doesn't mean they've got him.

But he could still be with them, right?
Following them?

This chicken sandwich is heavenly.

I could've made you one.

Not like this. They have a secret recipe.

Fuck the sandwich. How do we find them?

The Church of the Lesser Saints officially
disbanded when they went up in flames.

The trail's cold.

Well, we have to find them

before Dorothy involves
the whole neighborhood and beyond.

We can't run interference forever,
and she's not gonna stop looking.

Not while they have Jericho.

Who?

The baby. The fucking baby.

I thought we were looking for the aunt.

We were.

But I realized I was coming at this
from the wrong direction.

She's too shrewd.

She knows how to cover her tracks.
But Leanne... Leanne is green.

She's naive. She's gonna make mistakes.

If we can find Leanne,
she will lead us to Jericho.

Leanne is our new person of interest.

And you have such reassuring eyes.

I use minerals.

We have 12 and a half hours
to find him, Julian. Go. Go, go.

So, assuming they didn't
cross any borders,

and they're averaging,
say, 65 miles an hour for,

I don't know, ten hours a day,

they could be halfway
across the country by now.

Our boy could be in Wichita.

That's what you've been doing?
Making graphics?

And what have you contributed?

I'm boots on the ground. Awaiting orders.

I'm gonna tell you something right now
that you're not gonna wanna hear.

But it's the truth.

Hit me.

I thought you'd be
a better father than this.

I honestly did.

- You don't mean what you say.
- Don't I?

No, you're in shock.

I thought you would finally
grow the fuck up, frankly.

- You miss him? I miss him too.
- Oh, please.

- It's not the same.
- Fuck you, it's not the same!

- Don't you raise your voice at me!
- You know what I thought?

I thought you'd always protect him.
I never thought that you would...

No.

Go on. Say it.

What if he's dead?

What if you knew for certain,
what would you do?

You know what I'd do.

What any good mother would.

- Tell me.
- I'd follow him.

Where?

If there was even one in a billion chance
there is something else,

something more than this,

- I would hold his hand on that journey.
- Knife, rope or pills?

Not a rope.

With my Hermès belt next to his crib.

That's 48 hours.

Never any good news after 48 hours.

What is it?

He's alive.

Jericho's alive.

- Morning, Noel. How's it going?
- Thanks.

- Have a good day, man.
- Have a good one.

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