All language subtitles for The.Wolf.Hour.2019.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-YTS.MX

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Record heat continues
for its fifth straight day

throughout the five boroughs.

Several deaths have
already been reported

with no indication of
when relief might come.

The health department
recommends to drink plenty of fluids

and stay inside or under
shade as much as possible.

Returning to our lead
story this morning,

the .44 caliber killer
has struck again,

this time in the Bronx.

The victim, an
unidentified brunette,

has been confirmed to
fit the killer's pattern

of targeting women
with long dark hair,

shot at close range on the
sidewalk or in parked cars.

In a chilling letter released
by police from the killer,

he wrote, "I am still here
like a spirit roaming the night,

thirsty, hungry,
seldom stopping to rest,

and I will see you
at the next job.

In their blood and
from the gutter."

-Sam's cre...

For fuck's sake.

Leave that ball.

Crazy out here.

- Hey there, man!
- What do you...

Okay, I'm coming down there.

Where's my
family supposed to go?

It's not my problem.

I'll have your money
by the end of the week.

That's too late.

Where you going with my stuff?

See you later.

- Hello?
- Margot?

June?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm, I'm fine.
I, uh...

You don't sound okay.

It's just...

I'm sorry I've
been out of touch.

It's great
to hear your voice.

- Yours, too.
- Where are you?

- My grandmother's.
- What?

I thought that was just
supposed to be temporary.

Yeah, well, um,
I guess I'm in a bit

of a tight spot right now

and yeah, I, I was wondering
if, maybe, you could, uh,

if you could see clear
to lend me a bit more money?

Just, just till
the end of the month.

Mm.

Well, how about I come
on the train tomorrow?

I'll bring what I can.

Come here?
No, no!

You, it's not a good time.

I'm, um...

listen, I, um,

couldn't you just, you could
mail some, like you did before.

Don't be ridiculous.
I, I really miss you.

I want to see you.

Yeah, but, but it's
not a good time, Margot.

I, I'm very busy
and I won't be here.

Who are you kidding?

I'll catch the 11 o'clock.

And be there by the afternoon.

No!
Wait, Margot.

I said no!

It'll be great.

Oh, shit!

Ah!

Firing back today against

suspicious accusations
earlier this month

that the city's
antiquated electrical...

Caused by rising temperatures.

Experts are saying
it's skyrocketed...

Leave me the fuck alone!

Where's the usual kid?

Uh, he, he ain't around no more.
I'm Freddie.

You realize you're more
than four hours late.

I mean, yeah,
I mean, with this heat,

it's been slow-going.

So, you know...

Do you have any idea how
inconsiderate it is to be late?

Late with food?

Make people wait for food?

Hey, look.
Look, lady.

Lady.

Don't call me lady.

Listen, we, we
just been backed...

Don't call me lady.

Well, what's your name, then?

June.

How much do I owe you?

$16.70.

I could bring these in for you.

No, no, no.

Just stay there.

Don't come in.

Hey!

You got anything smaller?

Don't they give you change?

This neighborhood?
Serious?

Just keep the change.

What you want me to
do with the bags?

Here, I'll take them.

All right, um,
thanks for the tip.

Hey!

Have you been ringing my buzzer?

I mean, yeah, you just
buzzed me up here.

No, I mean, from before.

Earlier.

Why would I do that?

Yeah, okay.

Thanks for the tip.

Wait, just a sec.

Can you take these down for me?

Five bucks.

What?

I just gave you a
three-dollar tip.

Yeah, but that garbage stinks.

I'll give you two.

Three.

And let me use your sink.

My sink?

Yeah. It's brutal out there.

Enrique ain't got
so much as a fart

blowing through that
bodega, so, shit.

Hey, yo.

Thanks.

Can't stand being dirty.

Hey, thanks.

Yeah, you welcome.

What's up, man.
How you been, yo?

What the hell?

Oh, goddamn it!

- Hello?
- Yeah, Hi, it's June.

- Si, senora.
- I just had a delivery today.

Okay.

Your new kid just dropped it off

and, uh, my cigarettes
weren't in the bag.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I paid for them.

The whole carton.
Masterson Lights.

Okay, senora.

I, I'm gonna make
sure you get them. Okay?

-Soon?

Yeah, pronto, pronto.
Okay, thank you.

Thanks.

Two men are under
arrest on suspicion

of arson and murder in the
Bronx suburb club firing

that killed 25
persons in October.

They will appear in criminal
court on Tuesday in Manhattan

where prosecutors are
anticipating a quick hearing

and motion to trial.

I would just
like to say that

the investigation is continuing
in full force in Brooklyn.

Uh, according to witnesses
that we talked to

over the past,
you know, 24 hours,

uh, he's a male,
a white male, 25 to 35.

Approximately 5' 7 to 5' 10.

Hmm.

Hello?
Freddie?

I'm calling the cops,
you motherfuckers!

9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

Uh, yes, hello, um,
you know, it's, um...

What's
your emergency, ma'am?

- Emergency?
- Ma'am?

I, I just wanted...

I'd like to report
a disturbance.

What
kind of disturbance?

Ma'am?

The most
recent victim was killed

inside a parked car
in the South Bronx,

near an apartment building
where a young man witnessed

the aftermath of the crime
from his fourth-story window.

I heard some shots,
when I ran over,

there was blood all
over the pavement.

Following
the latest shooting,

a new letter was
received by police

further taunting them
over the killings

and promising more bloodshed.

In what has now become
a cryptic calling card,

the killer began his
letter with a greeting.

"Hello from the
gutters of New York."

What do you mean
you can't let me in?

Are you out of your mind?

I mean, more than usual?

You're being ridiculous.

Look, whatever it is, it's okay.

No judgments.

My God, June.

How long has it been
since you left here?

Why didn't you tell me
things had gotten so bad?

I could have helped.

I keep expecting
to find a dead body.

Oh, yeah, well, it
wouldn't surprise me.

Throw that out.

It's a first edition.

Yeah, well...

here,

I have more.

Get rid of them.

- All of them.
- What?

These are actually
important to keep.

Why?

You wanna purge me of
my stuff, so do it.

Purge away.

Let's take a break.

Get some things for dinner.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

We can go downtown,
catch a show.

You can, June.

This thing,

It's all in your head.

Ridiculous.

Better be up by
the time I get back.

No.

I'm well aware of that.

I'm sorry I didn' t
tell you this.

Jane, she's sick.

Love you, too.

I can't even...
I can't, but these.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

Do you remember the
look on their faces?

You, you were a fucking lunatic!

Why didn't you tell me
you were still here,

like this?

Well, I guess, after
everything that happened, I...

I figured this was a safe place.

Safe?

Half of the buildings
around here are burned down.

I know your grandmother made
this a sanctuary for you,

but that's changed.

I mean, this place is a...

time bomb.

It's not okay,
you continuing like this.

Um, and what do
you suggest, Margot?

Hm?

I mean, what is it?

This magical solution

you seem to have
all figured out for me.

I'm sorry about what happened.

I really am.

But you have to get
back up and fight.

What do you know about that?

You think because I left
the city, I gave up my work?

I... I never tried to play
the game the way you did.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Are you kidding me?

Do you have any idea
what it was like

watching those obsequious fucks
praising you ad nauseam?

People who probably never
even read a word of your work.

Do you remember
what you said to me

when my first reviews came out?

My proximity to you...

negated the chance of
my ever being a success.

Don't give me that shit.

I supported you.

I went to every
one of your shows.

I... I paid your rent!

-I... I even...

What is it?

Don't answer it.

Are you in some sort of trouble?

No. It's, it's been
happening like this.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

Sometimes two,
three times a night.

I go to answer it
and no one's there.

Screw this.
I'm gonna go find out.

No, please, don't.

I can't see anyone.

I can't see anyone.

Didn't you say a delivery
kid got a look at the place?

Yes, but...

it's something much
more sinister than that.

I don't want you to bug,
but I brought you something.

What the fuck is that?

It's a .38.

I don't care what number it is.

I got it when I
was being stalked

by that guy in the Village.

And now that I
live in the sticks,

I don't need it anymore.

It's easy to use.

June, this stuff is...

so fucking raw.

I... I can't believe you have
it all just sitting here

like this,
pages and pages of it.

Uh, you have to finish this.

I... I'll help you
put it together and,

it's, it's absolutely brilliant.

No!

June, don't.

Don't do this.

Don't.

Why are you doing that?

I know you're taking

some sick satisfaction
in all of this.

- No.
- Coming here,

seeing me like this.

I don't want your money

and I don't need your pity.

I want you to go.

What?

Get out.

An emphatic
wunderkind, June E. Leigh

has been a staunch voice in
the anti-establishment movement.

Countless articles have
profiled her affluent family,

fromTime toHarper's, as
one of the most influential

in America today.

June E. Leigh.

Now, it's widely understood

that even though you
presented your first novel,

simply titledThe Patriarch,
as a work of fiction,

the main character,
uh, Lawrence Bottinger,

a political manipulator

and, uh, unrepentant
Vietnam War profiteer

and, as you suggest,
a prolific misogynist,

appears, in fact, to be
a thinly-veiled portrait

of your father,
renowned entrepreneur

and philanthropist,
Irving Leigh.

Well, it's just that,
Hans, a character.

Its, uh, publication and
subsequent notoriety

have led to a
criminal investigation

of your father's
organizations and practices.

And it's been said that
your mother and siblings

have disowned you
from the Leigh clan

over this manifesto.

This gossip-mongering
is ridiculous.

If you wanna have a real debate here,
Hans, let's have it.

Uh, people are being clubbed,

freaked, zapped and bricked

while the smug male
intelligentsia

sit around belittling it all.

You call yourself
a patriot, Sparling?

Rome is burning.

Wake up!

I acquiesce!

Now, several members of your
own family have condemned you.

Some have even suggested
that your book has been

the chief contributor to
your father's sudden death.

What did you say?

Your father died
of a heart attack yesterday.

Haven't you seen the papers?

Oh.

Goddamn it, Margot.

Fuck around with my stuff.

Barton And Barton.

Uh, Francesca Bartolometi's
office, please.

Who's calling?

June.
June Leigh.

One moment.

Junie?

Uh, hello, Francesca.

I can't
believe it's you!

I'm wonderful,
of course, sweetie.

How are you, my dear?

Uh, great.
Everything's great.

That's
fabulous to hear.

Junie, we've been trying to
get a hold of you for ages.

I'm, I' m so sorry, Francesca.

I was...

I guess it 's, it's my health.

It's, it's been really
touch and go lately.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, in fact, um,
that's why I was calling.

See, um...

I was hoping that
maybe, to see if, I,

if you could, uh,

send me the remainder
of my advance.

June,
in spite of everything

that happened,
you still owe us a book.

I, I know, I, it's
just that I was...

You disappeared.

We gave you the largest
advance ever given to a writer.

- It's been four years.
- I know.

You're
one of my favorites,

so it makes it really
difficult for me to say this,

but if you don't deliver
some sort of draft soon,

I will have no choice
but to turn the matter

of repayment to accounting.

Yeah, listen, Francesca,

the new work, it's,

it's really coming
along beautifully. Really.

Well,
then that's fantastic.

I can't wait.

I knew you wouldn't
let me down.

When do we see something?

One month.

Okay. Ciao!

Damn it.

Yeah.

Enrique said, uh,

Enrique said sorry about
the mix-up from last time.

It was a mistake, but he
ain't charge you for it.

Yeah, well, I paid for them

and I gave you
three extra dollars.

That was a tip.

Are you kidding me?

You want them or not?

- You're ripping me off.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who said I tried to
steal your smokes?

Are you telling me you didn't?

Look, lady, I may be a
hustler, but I ain't no thief.

And I sure as hell
ain't no liar.

Oh, nice shoes, Pookie.

Don't touch me, nigga.
I'll put my boot up your ass.

Oh, you
a bitch ass nigga.

Put your hands up.
I said back up, bitch!

-Ow!

'Fuckin' savage immortal fools.

Why do you go so close to them?

I've seen you.

You always head right for them.

Fuck them. That's why.

Doesn't sound very
preservationist of you.

Yeah, well, those dudes
are all about anarchy.

They want to tear down everything
they see as good in this world.

Do you mind my asking?

What happened?

What? My arm?

Building fire.

When I was a little kid, my mom
died trying to pull me out.

They say it was
the owners who did it,

but they could never prove it.

I'm... I'm sorry.

The world only gives you
back what you give it.

Hey, um, you better be careful.

Those dudes find
out you a crib job,

they gonna do a push-in on you.

What does that mean?

I mean, who
you trying to kid, lady?

You were spooked.

The killer's eighth attack
in just over 12 months

came on this lonely
street in Brooklyn.

Gasoline tax
if approved by congress...

Much of
the nation is sweating

with temperatures hovering in...

Addict-free rehabilitation
center has a 24-hour hotline for...

And that's
it for The Wolf Hour.

See you back here tomorrow.

Same time, same place.

It's the police, ma'am.

Hi.

I'm responding to
a harassment complaint.

You call that in?

Yeah.
That was over a week ago.

Lady, it's the worst
crime summer on record,

so we're not exactly working
at full capacity here.

I... I'm sorry, officer.

I just, I wasn't sure
if you were coming.

Come in.

You know, somebody
got shot in the face

three blocks from
here the other night.

You know what they
were fighting over?

A goddamn ice-cream cone.

You fucking believe that?

Goddamn people.

Animals.

Um...

can I make you some coffee?

Yeah.
That'd be nice.

Thanks.

- Is it just you?
- Yeah.

I used to be with my
grandmother, but she passed.

My condolences.

Thanks.

Mind if I sit down?

Please.

Now, why don't you tell me
what's been going on here?

Yeah, well, um, it's kind
of hard to explain, but...

That's all right.

You just take it slow.

I'm here to help you.

Okay, so it's,

it's my buzzer.

See, it's been
ringing over and over,

day and night.

Sometimes...

two, three times a night.

Your buzzer?

Yeah.

But not like that.

It's like someone's genuinely
trying to intimidate me.

Yeah.

Well, that's,
that's a bit weird.

And what does this person say?

Well, that's the point.

They don't say anything.

Huh.

Uh...

you ever go down to
check it out, you know,

see who it is?

Uh, no.

It's hard for me to go down.

Why, you handicapped?

No.

Not like that.

Look, officer...

Just Blake.

I realize this isn't the crime
of the century here, Blake.

But it's like someone is
genuinely trying to scare me.

Yeah, it's just that

I'm not sure that
ringing somebody's buzzer

is actually a crime.

Right.

But harassment is, isn't it?

Yeah, if they said
something to you,

if they've threatened you.

Anything like that happen?

No, I told you.

Can't you just have someone
swing by from time to time?

You know, discourage them,
whoever it is.

You ain't got an old
man you can send down?

Look, I just want
you to do something

about whoever is harassing me.

I knew a bird like you once.

A lovely bird.

Well, me and this gal,

we had ourselves a nice little
arrangement for a while.

She liked to be alone, too.

Just, you know,
not all the time.

So I'd come by, check on her

and she'd tell me about all
the hippy tree-hugger shit

"goin" on in her world,

and I'd give her the pleasure
of, uh, you know, my company.

You could have an arrangement
like that, too, you know?

'Cause things ain't
like they used to be.

Right? No white knight
coming to the rescue.

You peaceniks,
you got one thing right.

This place, this country,

it's changing.

-And it ain't for the best.

All units, fire in progress

in the vicinity of
400 block of Cortland.

Calling all units.

Arson suspect seen on foot,

heading towards Jerome Avenue.

1056, copy,
dispatch, I'm out.

Call of the wild.

1056, stand by,
suspect may be armed.

That's a hell of a cup of
Joe you make there, June.

Dispatch...

Fuck you.

You know that
little bird of mine,

she thought her shit
didn't stink, too.

That her fancy
ideas would save her...

when the big bad
wolf came calling.

Fuck you!

Have a nice day.

Hey, fuck you,
you piece of shit!

I consider myself
a reluctant witness.

We as English-speaking
Americans

are signatories to a cultural
genocide of the planet.

It has been estimated
that by the year 2100,

nearly half of the
roughly 7000 languages

spoken on Earth will
likely disappear.

Can you not see where
this is heading?

We create binary
or singular systems.

Then the world becomes
literally whack in light.

I consider myself
a reluctant witness.

We as English-speaking
Americans are signatories

to a cultural genocide
of the planet.

...because no matter
which way you slice it...

If you want to understand
the true nature of man,

to totally grasp how
something that fascist

like the holocaust could
happen in modern times.

Sure people shout out about...

Shit!

God...

Damn it.

Hello?

Uh, yeah.
Hello.

Go ahead.

Um...

I'd like to have a date.

You want a date?

Yes.

Sex?

What?

Male or female?

Who is it?

Cleaning service.

Cleaning?

Look, lady,
you gonna keep me

down here all night?

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

What's your name?

Billy.

You got a lot of locks, lady.

Nice. It's good.

You gotta watch out these days.

People are getting nuts
out there in that heat.

You want something?

Something to drink?

Got any soda pop?

You know, I gotta tell you,
I almost squashed this date

"after gettin" off the subway.

Why the hell do you
live up in this "hood?"

It's like a war zone.

No soda.

I could make us...

some coffee or, um, maybe water.

- Hey!
- Whoa, hey.

Okay, hey.

Okay, I'm sorry.

That might've been a little
screwed-up for me to do.

Sometimes it's just, it's
good to, like, break the ice.

Please leave.

Okay.

Wait.

Wait.

- No. That's not necessary.
- No, please.

Lady, just don't worry
about it, all right?

I've never heard this
kind of music before.

It's my grandmother.

Really?

She sounds like the saddest
person in the world.

This was her place
after the war.

I used to come up here and visit

when things got tough.

What's it like
out there for you?

Ain't like it was
when I first got here.

Pimps started getting greedy

and messing up dudes for
not meeting their quotas.

It's why I joined up with
the service you called.

I had to get away
from that noise.

You don't live on
the streets, do you?

Sometimes.

It's not so bad in the summer.

Sometimes I crash with friends.

What about your family?

They don't worry about you?

Mind if I ask you something?

No.

Why this?

- What?
- This.

I mean,

I guess I don't get
why someone like you

is calling up midnight cowboys.

What do you mean?

Well, don't take
this the wrong way,

but you don't strike
me as the kind of bird

who needs to pay for it.

I have a condition.

Like, a disease?

-No.

Not like that.

It's just,

I don't like to leave here.

At all?

You mean, like, you can't?

Just figure,

if I stay in here,

I won't do anymore
damage out there.

I used to have a fear
kind of like that.

I was an orphan,
you know, adopted.

Got into a lot of trouble
when I was younger.

Sent out to my foster
uncle's farm one summer.

Middle of nowhere.

We had a small utility shed

in the back of our barn.

And one day, after he
was done beating on me,

he dragged me by the hair
and he threw me back there.

It wasn't so bad at first.

But then I felt them.

Dozens of spiders

just crawling out of the hay,

over my skin.

They covered me
from head to toe.

They even crawled in
my nose and my mouth.

I screamed,
but there was no way out.

After that, I'd piss my pants

if those fuckers
even crossed my path.

Ah.

How did you manage
to get over it?

I was in a pet shop one summer

and there it was.

A black spider sitting there,

looking right at me.

Before I could think,
I just snatched the fucker

and I ate him.

What?

- Yeah.
- That's crazy.

It was crazy.

It was a crazy thing to do.

It was.

What about your family?

Do you ever see them anymore?

No.

It feels weird that
I'm telling you all this.

I don't really ever tell
anyone nothin' about me.

You expecting someone?

Lady, you don't got, like,
an old man or anything, do you?

- No.

Don't go down there.

Let me check it out for you.

-No, please don't.

Nothing.

I think someone is trying
to drive me insane.

Ah, it's probably just some
'hood rats messing with you.

Oh,

a big fat hello

from the gutters of New York.

Do you ever think, whoever
it is ringing your buzzer,

they aren't doing it
to torment you?

Maybe it's like a calling

to go outside,

face your fears.

Come on!

Let's go.

Barton And Barton.
- Uh, hello.

This is June Leigh.

Um, can you please connect me

to Francesca Bartolometi's
office?

Um, Mrs. Bartolometi
is currently unavailable.

Well, can I...

If you leave your number,
I'll make sure

someone gets back to you.

Someone?

Hey, what the hell you
been living on up here?

I need your help, Freddie.

Can you deliver
something for me?

50 bucks.

What?

I, I didn't even tell
you where it's going.

- Twenty.
- Forty.

After the groceries,
I've only got 40 left.

- Not my problem.
- Okay.

So you can use my sink anytime,

even my bath.

Forty.

Please.

Look, I see you standing there.

I mean, I can tell
you're in a bad way,

that you need
whatever this thing is

to get where it needs to go

so you can move
forward with your life.

You see me, and I do
this for a living,

and you see me, and
you're gonna stand there

and tell me that this thing
that you need to get done

isn't worth 40 bucks to you?

Even if it's the last
40 bucks you have

for the rest of your life?

Have you not learned anything
from looking out from up here?

Here's the address.

Make sure they know
it's for Francesca Bartolometi.

That's one hell of a name.

Listen, Freddie.

This is the only copy I have.

Well, if it's so
important to you,

- why don't you go take it...
- Just go straight there.

They'll give you a check.

Bring it back here
as soon as you have it.

Please.

Cool.

Freddie.

Thank you.

Catch you later,
crib job.

Margot?

Please don't hang up.

I wanted to call

to tell you how sorry I am

for how I've behaved, how I,

how I treated you,

how I treated everyone.

Listen, I, I finished the book.

And it's all in there.

You, me, us,

and I realize this,

it doesn't even begin
to make things right.

But I just didn't know where,

where else to start.

So I was hoping
if you read this,

that you would see it as
some kind of consolation as,

as to how much I love you.

And I'm so sorry.

My mommy's
not home right now.

What?

Mommy's not here.

Bye.

I... I don't know his last name.

Listen, I don't know no Freddie.

He delivers for you.

Senora,
I cannot help you.

- What?
- Okay?

Can I speak to Enrique, please?

Listen,
Enrique no here. Okay?

Okay, listen, listen, this
is, this is really important.

No, no, no, no.

-So...

Freddie?

Freddie?

Ah.

Stop!

That's good, man.

Hurry up, man!

Hurry up!

Go, go.

Got it?

Let's go, let's do this.

Hey, don't be stupid!

Go, go, go!

- Come on, come on!
- Hey, hey, hey!

Y'all wrong!

Motherfuckers,
get outta here!

Hey, get out of here!

No, the one on the top!

Well,
the lights are all out

here at Shea Stadium.

All the lights are out.

Uh, we see matches.

People are starting to fight...

Traffic
lights are not working,

so it is hazardous.

Some looting has been reported.

Several people report having
been stuck in elevators.

New York City does have
everything under control.

Hospitals and
so on are operating

on their own auxiliary power.

The best advice is
to keep cool, stay calm.

New York City will prevail.

Get out,

Eat this, motherfucker!

Fuck you, cops!

Due to the fact
that the fire wasn't electrical

in nature and
it caused a bright blue...

I'm warning you.

Yo, what the...

Come here!

Open up!

I don't need to hear.

Let's go!

What?

Freddie?

- Move it!
- Freddie!

No!

No! Oh, my God!

Freddie!

Freddie.

Oh, no.
Freddie?

No.

Freddie?

Freddie?

Oh.

Your new book
is a phenomenal feat

of personal reflection
and atonement.

Now, some have
speculated that this work

is a quasi-autobiographical
testament

to your time spent in
a severe isolation period

following the fallout
and controversy

of your previous novel.

You've somehow
managed to obtain,

of what has been one
of the darkest periods

in this nation's history,

while at the same time
making it so personal.

So I suppose this all
begs a question, June.

Is this character you?