All language subtitles for John.Carpenters.Suburban.Screams.S01E06.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH_[eng]

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- Hi.
You've reached Beth.

I'm not in right now,
but if you leave a message,

I'll get right back to you.

Bye.

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- In our suburbs,

evil lurks
behind closed doors--

true stories so terrifying
because the horror is real.

You will never look at your
neighbors the same way again.

I'm John Carpenter,

and this is
"Suburban Screams."

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- I saved everything
the stalker has sent me.

I have hundreds,
thousands of phone numbers,

text messages, voice mails.

Would you like to see more?

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I moved to Holtsville,
Long Island,

because it was safe.

It was a great neighborhood.

It was nice, quiet,
peaceful town.

I fell in love
with someone who was

a very close friend of mine,

and we ended up dating
for about five years.

We got engaged.

Oh, my God,
you live with somebody.

This is great.
This is it. I'm set.

You know, I'm going
to marry this man.

This will be my husband.

And I thought it was
going to be forever.

- Oh, shit.
No, no, no.

Beth, no.
- Oh, my God.

- Beth, Beth--
- Sorry.

- It's not what it looks like.

Beth.

- You loser.

- I broke off the engagement.
It was very sad.

- He was not
a trustworthy man.

But, yeah, it was
a very tough,

difficult time.

But I have to move
on with my life.

- You like this one?
- It's great.

- Oh, okay.

- Yeah, keep it on.
Keep it on.

- Yeah, okay.

Hey, you want a beer?
- Yes, please.

Yeah, one of those.
- Okay.

- Yeah, thanks.

Finally, the Beth
I know and love.

- I have cried enough over that
asshole the last few months.

Bring on the fun
and the freedom.

Preach, baby.

Beth and I met
probably 13 years ago.

She came in for an interview
at my job.

Beth was very bubbly,
easy to talk to,

so we got close.

- This is the birthday girl
I want to see.

- Ah, thank you.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.

- I love you guys.

- Hey, where's mine?
Come on, bring the love.

- Come on.
- Oh.

Yeah, I love you guys.
I need a beer.

- This girl's quirky.
She's fun.

- There we go.

- She's just
such a friendly person.

Just a warm,
good-hearted person.

- Let's go.

Ah.

all:
Cheers.

- Thanks for coming.
- Yes.

Mm. Mm!

- Oh, yeah.
- Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

- And I'm very protective
of her.

- Happy birthday, gorgeous.
- Oh.

- And for my lovely wife.
- Mm.

- Thanks, Darrel.
- Yeah.

- Uh, what took you so long?

- I got caught by Helen.
- God, what is it this time?

- Well, I'll tell you,

but you got to give me
something in return.

- Yeah, I'm going to go help
Ronnie with the grill.

- Hold on.
I'll do it.

- oh, you've got
to be kidding me.

- Happy birthday.

- Yeah, I really
don't want you here.

- I bought you a gift.

Come on, it's to say sorry.

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It's the key to my heart.

- No, thanks.

- Don't be a bitch.

- Hey.

She doesn't want you here.

Careful, Ronnie.

Mm.

She doesn't belong to you.

- I don't belong
to anyone, okay?

And it's time for you to go.

- I'm not going
to make this easy.

- You never did.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

I'm trying to do
something nice.

Happy fucking birthday!

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- Asshole!

- Sorry about that.

Glad to be single.

Ooh.

Cheers.

- You were amazing.
- Well...

- Yo.

- Not on my birthday.
- Very good.

Oh.

- Can I have that?

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Okay, so, uh...

the trash is empty,
the dishwasher's going.

You okay if I head out?

- Yeah, all good here.
- Yeah.

You give us a call
if you need anything.

- You're the best.

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- I like to think that I'm
tough and can handle anything.

I don't mind
taking out the garbage

in the middle of the night,
going for the mail.

I've always been like that, not
even thought twice about it.

But then I received
a phone call

that actually changed my life
and my views on everything.

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Hello?

Is it Dad?
What's wrong?

Who is this?

- I'm going to jam my dick
down your throat.

- Oh.
Shove it up your own ass.

Fucking kids.

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- I'm kind of like,
ugh, whatever.

I made prank calls
when I was a kid.

My friends all did.

This is a simple prank call
in the middle of the night.

Kids playing, people drinking,
whatever it is,

I'm going to let it go
'cause I'm going back to bed.

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Hello?

I can't hear you.

Are you the asshole
from last night?

- Beth, I'm going to chop
your fucking head off.

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- I got off the phone,

and I was like,
this isn't a prank now.

Like, now I'm scared.
I'm like, kill me?

I'm looking around, like,
the windows, the door.

This is somebody
who wants me freakin' dead.

- I remember leaving my house

and going about my day
thinking,

I'm going to go do
what I have to do,

but it's still playing
in my head--

like, someone's going
to chop my head off.

But I'm like, no, no, no one's
going to chop my head off.

This can't be happening.

You know, you don't
want to believe that.

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I'm still hungover.

What's wrong?

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- Just need coffee.

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- You could definitely see

that Beth was not herself.

And I said,
what's going on with you?

Are you sick?

And she says, no.

I was just--you know, I was
unable to sleep last night.

I said, why?
What happened?

- I didn't want to say,
I have a stalker,

because that is scary.

Anyone that has a stalker,
you worry now.

I try to remain calm and
like, I can handle this.

I'm going to be okay.

- I know. You're always trying
to cheer me up.

I appreciate it.

I'll--I'll let you know what
happened, 'cause it's--

yeah, it's kind of a lot.

Yeah.

- What do you think
Tracy's going to do?

- Oh, she's going to be waiting
for you to cover for her,

I'm sure.

- Hey.

- Colette, will you watch
the phones for a sec?

Does she ever do her job?

Not that I've seen.

Oh, here we go.

Long Island Label Company.
How may I direct your call?

- Beth Spierer, please.

- It's for you.

- Hello, this is--

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- Who was that?

- Oh.

- Beth?

Talk to me.

- So now my heart's going,
because I'm like,

oh, my God,
he knows where I work.

He found me.

Like, why would
someone do this to me?

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Everybody from your past
just comes into your head.

Oh, my God, could
this be my ex,

or was it someone I met
at a networking event?

Did I give my card
to the wrong person?

Maybe it's actually a girl,
you know?

So then everything
starts playing.

Is this a girl?
Is this someone's wife?

Is this someone's girlfriend?

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- You coming?
- Yeah, in a minute.

Do you think--

I mean, Tracy knows I'd never
mess with her husband, right?

- Girl, you know she's crazy.

- Crazy enough
to do something to me?

- I don't think Tracy
is your stalker,

if that's what you mean.

- Yeah, you're right.
I'm sure it's nothing.

Drinks at my place later?

- Maybe we should leave
together.

- I don't want to change
my life

just because someone's
trying to scare me.

- Okay.
Just be careful.

- She kind of blew it off
as if it was nothing.

And I was like,
you have to tell someone.

You can't, like, keep
this to yourself.

And she goes, I'll be fine.
I'm fine.

And I said, you're not fine.

Maybe you should leave
when everyone else leaves,

because she was always
the last person

to leave the office.

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God damn it.

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Oh, God.

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Aah!
- Aah!

Jesus, Beth!

- That's what you get
for stalking me!

- Stalking you?

I was driving by,
and I saw your car.

I ju--I just wanted
to give you this.

It's Dad's watch.

- Yeah, I-I didn't feel right
keeping it.

Look, come here.

- Thanks.

- Y-you sure you're okay?

I mean, that's one hell
of a-a greeting.

Will you walk me to my car?

Of course.

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Sure you're cool?

I can drive you home
if you're scared.

- No, I'm good.

- Give me a call sometime.

You know,
I'm still here for you...

if you want me to be.

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- Oh.

Oh, my God.

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- Who is this deranged?

Because now it's becoming
too graphic, too disgusting,

and too disturbing.

- She told me
that she had a stalker,

that someone was calling her
in the middle of the night.

First, it started like that,
then came the obscene pictures.

And I'm like, what's going on?

Oh, you know,
I'm getting a stalker.

Maybe it's a neighbor.
Maybe it's a friend.

I don't know.

But then it got
continuously worse.

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Why didn't you--
why didn't you tell us sooner?

- I thought I could handle it.

I changed my number.
Nothing works.

- It's got to be Hugh.
I can take care of that guy.

- No, it's not Hugh.

- How do you--

- Trust me, that's not him.

- Oh.

I see.

- Oh.

- She showed me
all the blocked numbers

that called her,
and it was constant.

I felt horrible for her.

- Good night.
- Good night. Bye.

- Thank you so much.
- Stay safe.

- All right, you guys
be safe, too.

Okay?
- All right.

- All right, you let us
know if there's anything--

anything wrong.
- Take care of him, please.

- I'm gonna take care of him.
- Okay.

- And you text me if you
need anything, all right?

- Okay.
- I can't unsee that thing.

You should know.
- Let's go.

Come on, Ronnie. Come on.
- Okay.

You driving?
- Of course I am.

I'm a driving professional.
- I'm so lucky.

Get in the car.

Let me help you.

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- I'm gonna take care of him.
- Okay.

- And you text me if you
need anything, all right?

- I can't unsee that thing.
You should know.

- Let's go.
Come on, Ronnie. Come on.

- You driving?
- Of course I am.

I'm a driving professional.
- I'm so lucky.

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- Holy fuck.

He's watching me.
He's in my neighborhood.

So he is obviously crazy,
persistent,

obsessed, and coming after me.

I'm closer than you think.

- I am literally getting calls
30, 40 times a day.

He literally would call me
from a restricted number--

a 201 area code,
a Florida area code,

a New York area code, all
within a matter of one minute.

Now you're locking windows.
You're locking doors.

You're looking around.
You're becoming paranoid.

And I ended up actually
going to the police

because I couldn't take it
anymore.

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Hi, Ronnie.
- Hey, Beth.

I'm just checking on you,
making sure you're okay.

How'd it go this morning?

What's happening?

- Oh, God, it's him.
- Connect our calls.

- She put us on a three-way.

I even did a Tony Soprano
threatening voice.

Listen to me,

you piece-of-shit
motherfucking bastard.

You better pray

the fucking cops find you
before I do,

'cause I got people
looking for you.

And when we find you, you're
going in the fucking ground,

you got it?

In the fucking ground,
you're going.

I wanted to hear a voice.
I wanted something.

He was there,
but there was nothing.

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- God damn it, Vince.

Have you been taking
pictures of me?

Huh? Do you want to chop
my head off?

Fuck you, Helen.

- It's probably you.
- Wha--what?

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Is he in my home?

Is he hiding in the backyard?

Is he the neighbor
that waves to me?

Like, nobody's safe
in my eyes...

'cause everyone is a suspect.

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- She started to change.
I didn't know what to do.

She has a very tough exterior,
if you know her.

I believe that in her mind,
she was playing it down

so it didn't affect her, even
though it was affecting her,

and everyone around
her could see it.

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911, what's your emergency?

- This is Beth Spierer again.

I need someone out here
right fucking now.

This is totally
out of control.

- Hi.

We're checking in
with your neighbors,

and they seem to have
absolutely no idea

what you're talking about.

- I appreciate that, Officer,

but then who the hell
is doing this to me?

- Do you have a boyfriend?

- A couple of exes,

but I really don't think
it's one of them.

Well,
someone is doing it,

so maybe you're not the best
judge of character, you know?

You might want to look
a little closer

into some of the guys you date.

Call me anytime...

day or night.

- I showed him text messages,
gave him all the information.

Said he was going
to work on it,

but he was in contact with me

in a way
that he shouldn't have been.

He had sent me a text.

I like your perfume.
You smelled classy.

Thinking, oh, this is weird.

I'm scared I'm going to have
my head chopped off.

You are someone
that's supposed to protect me.

How do you...

hit on somebody
who is going through this?

Now what do I do?

Who do you go to at this point?

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- You're shaking.
- I can't make it stop.

- She's not dealing

with the issue
of having a stalker.

And if you're keeping
it inside,

you're hurting yourself,

mentally, emotionally,
physically.

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- Over time,
it got very serious.

She started physically showing
signs of...

having tremors.

I don't even know what
her mental health is anymore.

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- I do believe the paranoia
was getting the best of Beth.

There was one instance

when Beth accused someone
from the factory

of being her stalker.

So I said, Beth,
you can't accuse people

unless you know for sure.

- Officer, all of my coworkers
are in on it.

That's why there are
so many numbers.

- I highly doubt
it's that coordinated.

We're looking at a hacker,
a tech person,

someone with a number-cloning
device like telemarketers use.

- What am I supposed
to do with that?

- You relax.
Let me take care of you, okay?

- Now, he's supposed to be
the one I contact with

every time I get
the phone numbers.

So I would have to text him,

here is a list of the numbers
for the day,

and his replies were totally
not about the stalking case

but about me...

saying that he had a dream
about me and I screamed a lot.

This is the cop.

This is the man I went to
because somebody is after me,

watching me, stalking me.

- Maybe get
a front-door camera.

Do you want me to come
help you install it?

- Is that something cops do?

- I'd do it for you.

- I think
I can handle it myself.

God.

- I have no trust
in the police whatsoever.

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No, the police turned
their back on me.

He did to me what was being
done to me already.

So I had to turn to me.

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- I am worried
that she can be killed.

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But I also am worried about
what's happened to her mind.

She's not the same person.

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I wish I knew
what was going to happen next,

because then you could be there
to stop it,

but there's no answer to that.

It could be anything.

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- I wish we could get
this guy.

Put him in jail
or put him in the ground.

Either way, it's got to stop.

Where is he? Who is he?
It could be anybody.

It could be
a good friend of hers.

- Could be her landlord.

It could be the guy
across the street

or someone she came
in contact with.

- When I see this fucking guy,
I'm going to fucking kill him.

I want to kill him.

I do.
I want to kill him.

I want to show him
what he's done to me.

- Hey, Beth.
It's Ronnie.

Please give me a call.
We're all worried.

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- Hey, Beth.
It's Colette.

We're missing you
at the office.

We haven't heard from you.

Call me, please.

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- Hello?

- Hello.
Is this Beth Spierer?

- Yeah.

- This is Carla Brown from
Long Island Assisted Living.

I'm afraid I'm calling

in regards
to your father, William.

I'm very sorry to inform you

that at 4:00 a.m.
this morning,

William suffered
a cardiac event.

We did everything we could
to try to resuscitate him,

but, unfortunately, he passed
en route to the hospital.

- A social worker will reach
out to discuss next steps.

Okay?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Oh.

I'm sorry, did I forget--

- Beth? Beth?

It's Daddy.
Come join me.

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- I can't even really
put it into words.

But it was so disturbing

and so scary
and so frightening.

Like, he knew my father
had just died that minute,

and he followed up
with a phone call.

He knows everything about me
'cause he must be watching

or maybe tapped
my phone or something,

but he knows everything.

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Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

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- Someone's at the door, Beth.

Knock, knock.

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What are you going to do
with that hatchet, Beth?

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I can see you.

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- Aah!

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Aah!

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You!

- Oh, yeah, it's me.
It's me. It's me.

I heard you screaming,
and I just went crazy trying--

trying to get to you, okay?

- Are you okay?

- He was in the house.
I--

- Come on.
Oh, my God.

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You need to move.

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- I have two locks on my door.

I have pepper spray,

knife, Tasers,

and I sleep
with them by my bed,

because this person
has not been caught.

My stalker has been stalking me
for almost six years now.

I don't think he's ever
going to completely go away

from my life.

I mean, if you've been
this obsessed

and this persistent
for so many years, why end?

I mean, he hasn't gotten
what he wants.

He hasn't killed me yet.

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