All language subtitles for Price Of Faerie Tales s01e03_English

- [Singapore] Whenever you are ready.

- My name is Sanya Belusov,
and this is my game:

Maze of Minos.

Like that?

- [Singapore] Yeah, real
big like that, and then

my animator buddy Skip is
gonna add in the animation.

- Great!

Do you think we could maybe
move the camera someplace else?

I just feel like with this backdrop,

just a little nnnrrr.

- [Singapore] Yeah.

- Yeah.

- [Singapore] Yeah, this
is your shindig, I'm just

the dude behind the camera.

- Okay, um, great.

Nadie, do you think it'd
be okay if we had this

in front of us?

- [Nadine] I do, yes.

- Make sure you fix that collar.

Sanya?

- Oh, thanks.

- [Singapore] Okay, now Sanya,
remember, really animated!

- Okay.

- [Singapore] Go ahead.

- My name is Sanya Belusov.

I'm the game designer.

- [Singapore] You don't
need to say that you're

the game designer.

We can throw that up
with text when we edit.

Okay, just "I am Sanya
Belusov, this is my game,

Maze of Minos", but animated.

- Wait, you're animating it?

- [Singapore] No, be animated!

You!

- Oh, right, duh.

Okay, yeah.

- [Singapore] Like,
energetic, or exuberant.

- Yeah, yeah, okay!

- [Singapore] Go ahead.

- My name's Sanya Belusov.

I'm the ga--

My name's Sanya Belusov,

and this is my game,

Maze of Minos.

- [Singapore] It's big, Sanya.

Big.

Remember, explosion of
animation the second you

say the title.

So you really need to bridge
that for the people watching.

- Hey, while you're stopped,

can I touch up her makeup real quick?

- [Singapore] Lemon Drop, baby, please!

- I'm not gonna be able to
watch this if her eye make-up

makes her look like she has a lazy eye.

- I look like I have a lazy eye?

- [Singapore] It's a two second shot!

- And no one is gonna be able
to look at anything else.

- Nadie, do I look like I have a lazy eye?

- [Nadine] You look beautiful.

- Look up.

- [Singapore] The shot isn't
even in close-up enough

that this is gonna matter.

- [Freddy] And can I please
remind everyone that Brian

lent us the space, but only
until the Magic the Gathering

tournament starts at 6:00.

- [Singapore] That gives
us 15 minutes and this is

our only shot!

- Hey, the camera isn't on me, right?

- [Singapore] It is right now!

- No, I mean while you shoot the shot.

- [Singapore] Baby, just scoot, please!

Whenever you're ready.

- My name is Sanya Belusov,

and this is my game,

Maze of Minos!

How was that, Nadine?

Can we stop and start
for the next one, Sing?

- [Singapore] Yeah.

(mystical music playing)

- [Sanya] Nadie, how was that?

Nadine?

- Um, Sing's right.

More animated.

This is your passion.

We should feel it, even in this short bit.

- Sing, I gotta go to the
bathroom, like, real bad,

so if the camera's not on me--

- Fine, fine.

- Okay.

- Just quick, though!

Everyone who needs to go, now is the time.

- You need to stop looking at me like that

in front of everyone.

- It's just my passion coming through.

When's your next run?

- I don't know.

- When--

- This is a very small bathroom.

- When?

- Stop!

Stop.

- When?

I need your touch.

I need your hands.

When?

When?

Oh, when?

Oh, when?

When?

Mmm, when?

Oh, please kiss me!

Please kiss me!

(heavy breathing)

(water running)

- [Lemon Drop] When?

I can't get enough of you.

I want to absorb you into my pores.

I wanna sink into you like
a ship wrecked at sea--

- Okay, okay.

- [Lemon Drop] When?

- Tonight.

- [Freddy] Hey, you mind if I dip in to

some of the party weed?

- If you dip in to the bud,
you'll dip in to the munchies.

- [Freddy] I'll buy more tomorrow.

- So are you asking or doing right now?

- I'm doin'.

But, I am courteously allowing
the opportunity for protest.

- I just thought I was spending
the remainder of my evening

with Sober Fred and not High Fred.

- You have had Sober Fred all day.

I don't have a lighter.

- It's not a formal protest,

just don't stay up all night grazing.

- Don't leave your leftovers
in the fridge forever

and expect them to still be there.

- Just not the pumpkin roll.

Can we agree, while I
still have Sober Fred,

not the pumpkin roll?

- Not the pumpkin roll.

Besides, I'm not smoking to
eat, I'm smoking to fall asleep.

- So I shouldn't turn on
Orange is the New Black, right?

- No.

I wanna watch that.

Right now, all I wanna do is
eat this bowl of cheese curl

and pass the fuck out.

- I thought, just, the
pumpkin roll is a treat

for Singapore, and the
cheese curls are for Sanya.

So, if you eat them,
you have to replace them

before the party tomorrow.

I'm going for a run.

- Do what makes ya happy!

- [Sanya] You run.

You run to Lemon's house.

Your Lemon's house.

You know she's waiting for
you in her sports bra and

baggy sleeveless t-shirt
and her skintight yoga pants

that press against your
knuckles and wrists when you

shove your hand down them.

You prefer using your hand.

You're pretty sure she does, too.

You look in to her eyes as she pleads.

She whimpers when you touch her.

You love it.

It's enough to get you off
without her doing a damn thing.

You can think of no one
that's desired you as much.

And then you run.

You feel the endorphins
pump through your veins,

like a pulse of vitality.

You push yourself until the
euphoria of the run reaches

the highs of your love for her.

Yours is nothing short of
mercury poisoning from eating

too much sushi.

Your love is like paint
fumes chipping away

at your wrinkles, and
plastic-lined carpets catching

all your life's missteps.

It's olive oil and rosemary
sourdough bread and

Chubby Hubby ice cream back
when the pretzels were still

peanut butter filled, and
your co-worker Morgan's

raspberry kiffles and Grandma Wendy's

garlic mashed potatoes with
butter cascading down the sides.

And Chinese food.

And Chinese food.

And Chinese food.

(door opening)

It's cigarettes after sex.

And the way Fred's laugh
made you think you didn't

really miss it.

Your love is all the little,
sweet poisons you ingested

for your entire life all rolled in to one.

And you run.

You run with the abandon
of a child until you

sweat all your yesterdays
in to the gravel that

trails at your heels and
hungrily gasp for life

and tomorrow.

- Are you seriously
dipping pieces of pepperoni

in a mayonnaise jar?

- Keto, girl!

You gotta get those fats.

Mom's avocados are rock hard.

Was I too loud?

- No, no.

I just heard the creaking from downstairs,

and mom's never up this late.

- Look at you making fun of
my pepperoni and you've got

cheese curls shmootz on
your face and crumbs--

- All right, I'm clocking
in some anime time, okay?

- It looks like you've
blown Tony the Tiger.

- Tony the Tiger is the
Frosted Flakes tiger.

- Who do I mean?

- You're talking about Cheetos?

- What's the name of the
tiger that does the Cheetos

commercials?

- Don't make it sound like
there's a live actor tiger

out there somewhere doing commercials.

I mean, there's not some
exalted, sentient tiger out there

with an agent doing commercials, Nadine.

- It would be a weretiger.

- It's a cartoon.

- But what's his name?

- And he's a cheetah.

- But what's his name?

- Like, he's not even a
tiger at all, he's a cheetah.

- But what's his name?

- The Cheetos Cheetah, I don't
know! Can I have a pepperoni?

So you just, you just dip, dip
dip dip dip dip dip dippity.

- It's only beneficial if you're on keto.

- But it still tastes pretty good.

- It's pretty fucking good.

I'm having an affair.

- What?

With who, I mean?

You're cheating on Freddy?

- Those would be all the
major plot point questions.

- No, there's also why?

- You've always been beautiful, Sanya.

Us fat people have to stay in our lane.

- Oh, so now that you're thin, you think--

- Thinner.

I'm not thin.

- Okay, I don't have time
for your body image backtalk.

You are beautiful, and I
don't know all the right ways

to say stuff all the time.

What I do know, is trading
Freddy now that you're thin is

pretty shitty.

- That's not what this is,

and fuck you for thinking that it is.

This has next to nothing to do with him.

As a matter of fact, Freddy knows.

He knows what's going
on, so maybe don't be a

judgmental bitch when I'm
trying to open up to you.

- Jesus, Nadine, I'm sorry, okay?

- I'm gonna need a shower.
I smell like wet garbage.

Go the fuck home right
now but their showers have

better water pressure.

Seriously, Sanya, maybe think
before assuming the worst

of me all the time.

- Chester Cheetah.

It's Chester Cheetah.

(sobbing)

- [Nadine] Are you
seriously crying about this?

- I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I let you down, Nadie.

- Jesus, Sanya.

How can anyone say anything
to you if you're always

gonna have some sort of meltdown about it?

- I don't think the worst of you.

- All my life it's
tiptoes I take around you.

I'm the one who was hurt by what you said.

Me.

- I know, I'm sorry.

- It's like kicking a puppy.

I can't tell you what bothers me because

you turn it around and make
me feel like I'm abusing you.

You can be angry about whatever you want,

but I do the same and I'm the asshole.

- You're right.

I do it to everyone, I'm
such a piece of shit.

- Oh, fuck, come here.

You're not a piece of shit.

- I am. I'm a piece of shit.

- You're not a piece of shit, now shut up.

You just gotta let people
be angry at you sometimes.

Doesn't mean I'm going anywhere.

Fuck.

I still love you, you fucking idiot.

See, I'm allowed to call you names.

You are not allowed to
call yourself names.

Come on, don't cry.

- I miss Ryan so much, Nadine.

- Sweetheart, I know, I know.

You just--

- Everybody leaves me.

- I'm not leaving you.

I'm right here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Shh, shh, shh.

(sobbing)

- Hila hila sayga.

Hurt hurt, go away.

Go away, you bad hurt.

Leave my poor Sanya alone.

- What is that?

- You don't remember that?

- No.

- Whenever you or I were sick
or sad or hurt, Dad would say,

"Hila hila sayga."

You used to get migraines all the time.

You don't remember?

- No.

- You'd get them all
the time, and you'd say,

"Daddy, say hila hila sayga."

- I did?

- You both suffered from migraines.

He got them worse than you, even.

He'd nearly black out from the pain.

I remember it vividly

because you'd do it for him, too.

You'd say, "Hila hila sayga,

hurt hurt go away.

Go away, you bad hurt,
leave my poor daddy alone."

- I can't believe I don't remember.

- You must've been only about four.

He was in the hospital.

I remember both of us
sitting at his bedside.

You didn't know what was going on.

You just kept saying it

over and over.

And I was a teenager

but I was a kid, too, ya know?

(crying)

So I started saying it, too.

Hila hila sayga.

Hurt hurt, go away.

Go away, bad hurt.

(sobbing)

And leave my poor daddy alone.

And then I remember I
started yelling at him.

I was pleading, "Would you just say bah?"

Because that's what he'd say
whenever there was a problem.

He'd say, say bah.

Like,

he had to fix the sink.

He'd say,

say bah.

And then when the job
was done, we'd say bah.

Like,

after he said, "Hila hila sayga",

when you were better he'd say, "say, bah."

And we'd say "bah."

Oh Sanya.

I hadn't thought about
that in a million years.

No wonder we're both so fucked up.

- I can't believe I
don't remember any of it.

- I need a drink.

- You know, I don't have
any real memories of Dad.

- You were only four, Sanya.

- I have other memories
from when I was four.

- Keep talking, I need a drink.

- Remember Chris Doves,
our black neighbor?

I thought his skin was so beautiful.

And his dad was missing an
ear, and it was all scar tissue

and a hole.

I remember,

I do remember Dad.

There was a dead squirrel
behind Chris's house in a field.

And I was talking to it.

I don't remember what I
was saying, maybe it was

hila hila sayga, but

Dad was there.

I don't remember him so much
as I remember his presence.

The presence of Dad standing over me.

And I must've asked after
the squirrel, because

he said, "Don't worry,
it's just sleeping."

But I knew.

Something in me knew he was
lying, that it was dead.

I could feel it.

I didn't know the word
for it at the time, but

I could feel its emptiness.

The void it left.

I recognized it.

And I knew it wasn't
in pain, or suffering.

So maybe I never said hilo
hilo sayga to bring Dad back.