All language subtitles for Another Period s01e10 Modern Pigs.eng

Previously on
Another Period...

We are engaged.

Please, Frederick,
don't do this.

I hope we can still
be brother and sister.

Ah!

[all shouting]

Oh, my--
Albert.

No one will ever replace you.

- I feel like ten bucks.
- Oh, Mother.

How long are you going
to bring up your miraculous

liberation from drug addiction?

You sucked my dick, Madam.

[gasps]

The press is coming.

Scoops LePue.

So nice to meet
a fellow writer.

This little fellow's Tabu.

Won him in a game
of karinki.

I am yours.

Forever.

- No, I'm good.
- No, thank you.

Thank you, though.

Feeding your fish
to the commodore?

I'm gonna blackmail
the shit out of her.

What do you want?

I want the house.

We'd love to induct you

as a member
of Newport's Clam Bake Club.

[screaming]

[laughter]

[sobbing]

Lillian and Beatrice
have gone missing.

Those stupid bitches
are stealing our rickshaw.

Bye.

So tell me about yourself,
Frederick.

Well, I still wet the bed.

And sometimes I brown it too.

There'll be plenty of times
to work out the kinks, my dear.

Yes. Our whole lives.
Yay.

Can I say,
I adore young couples in love.

- And our readers will too.
- Well, then.

I'm sure they will also

love reading about the biggest damn
merger marriage in history.

His steel and my magnets.

That's goddamn science.

Commie, you old tit.

[laughter]

[grunting]

(Harold) When I started,
I was a simple fur trapper.

Look at me now.

My son will be married
into the most powerful family

on the Eastern Seaboard.

Never again will they say,

"You won't amount to anything,

Harold Bellawitcz."

I mean, Bellacourt.

Someday, Celery,
that will be you and I.

[upbeat percussive music]

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Peepers, it's been
a very stressful day,

with the nuptials and all.

I've been having
certain cravings.

I understand, Madam,
but I think it's best

if we avoid becoming physical
with one another again.

No, you fool.

For morphine.

Right. Of course.

That's what I was referring to.

What were you referring to?

I was referring to morphine.

Don't know what you were
referring to at all.

What shall be done?

You must strap me into the
sobriety flat until the wedding.

[grunts]

It took me years
to marry off that useless boy.

I don't want to do anything
today to jeopardize it.

But, oh, I want a hit
of the good stuff so badly,

I'd stuck it out of a sailor's
salt lick if I had to.

For safety, Madam.

I'll undo you when it's time
for the vows.

Ah. There you are.

My rum money's getting
a little thin.

[chuckles]

I just love the taste
of blackmail.

And I'm not talking
about Scott Joplin.

[laughs]

[yelps]

Did you just grab
your stomach?

Holy shit.

Are you pregnant?

You got a little Commodore baby
in there?

Choke on your own dick.

If you're not pregnant,
let me punch you in the stomach.

Why would I
let you punch me?

I knew it.

You are pregnant.

[chuckles]

I've decided
to refinance our deal.

'Cause Dodo don't like it

when servants spread their legs
for her husband.

And I just love
telling Dodo secrets.

Wait.

What?

What you you mean "what"?

- You tell her secrets?
- I'm--

You tell her secrets?

No, no, I-- I,
well, sometimes.

Look.

I want to blackmail you
for more money because,

uh, you're pregnant
with her husband's child,

and she doesn't know that.

And if she knew that,
that would be very bad for you.

Does that make sense?

It was a bit longwinded.

Well, which part,

the explaining
or the thing before it?

I got the end part,

but I didn't understand
the beginning at all.

Oh. Okay.

Well, damn it.

Uh, maybe-- maybe
I'm not being clear here.

Go back to the Dodo part.

Dodo is married
to the commodore, right?

[cheery percussive music]

What are you doing in here?

I didn't ring for you.

You don't need to ring for me.

I come whenever, wherever,
and with whomever I want.

You insolent wench.

Put your face next to my hand
so that I can slap it.

[glass shatters]

[gasps]

What are you doing?

I think you should give in
to those cravings.

Why not?

No, that's too much.
It'll kill me.

- No.
- [grunts]

You'll be alive enough to see
me take everything you've got.

Just alive enough.

(Lillian)
Faster, faster!

This is an important day.

- Don't you understand that?
- Go, Garfield.

- We need to get there. Go.
- Go, Garfield.

I don't want
to miss the wedding.

Stick them up.

[all scream]

You two.

Aren't you Ponzi's
indentured child servant?

No. I make my living
carriage-jacking now.

What do you want, Tabu?

We don't have any spices
and we're in a hurry.

Allow me to accompany you
and you'll come to no harm.

I only want a warm place
to stay and to serve you.

- No, thank you.
- I don't think so.

I have cocaine wine.

All right,
you're pleased to join us.

Oh! Mm-hmm.
Hop aboard.

[stately music]

The ceremony is--

Oh, no.

Lady Dodo,
how did you manage to do this?

You just couldn't stay away,
could you?

I was only gone
for five minutes,

and here you are injecting
yourself with poison.

- [mumbling]
- Dodo.

What are you telling me?

- What are you saying?
- No.

- What, you didn't do this?
- No.

Dodo, did somebody
do this to you?

- Oh, Lady Dodo.
- Mm-hmm.

Who did this to you?
Tell me who did-- the wallpaper?

The wainscoting?

No? The settee?

The Rodin sculpture?

The Triceratops fossil?

The gold pelican vase?

The Zulu hunting spear?

The chair? The chair?

[gasps]

Chair.

Have you counted
the towels recently?

Chair gave it to me.

She's in the meat locker.

She did this.

What are you doing out here,
you muskrat?

The Commodore called out
the name Celine.

Sir, I'm the new servant girl,
Celine.

Chair!

(man)

[up-tempo percussive music]

This is
Mitchell P. Spiritwalker.

I authorize the release
of Blanche the servant.

Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry, operator.
That is my mistake.

I'm still figuring out how these
infernal contraptions work.

Can you see me?

Now, move it.

- Go, Garfield.
- Hurry, go faster.

- Hurry. Move, man. Move!
- Go. What are you waiting for?

- What is wrong with you?
- Mush, Garfield. Mush.

Shut your spoiled mouths!

[both gasp]

All I ever wanted
was to be a servant.

As a little boy,
I dreamed of eating gruel

and scrubbing the anuses
of the very rich.

I'd sneak to the latrines
of the great houses of Newport,

stick my head into a trench,
take a deep sniff,

and think, "Someday."

And I served with pride
at Bellacourt Manor

only to be tossed
into the streets like a beggar!

All right.
We understand you have feelings.

Now take us home, Garfield.

Now, Jarfeld!

I no longer work for you.

If you want my help, you're
going to have to say "please."

Never.

Well, then you three
enjoy yourselves.

Pease.

No.

[gagging]
Pea...

Still, no.

[gagging]
Plea-- plea--

[hiccupping]
Plea-- plea--

[choking]

Good-bye.

Please?

Well, when you put it that way.

Come on.
We're still to make the wedding.

[stately music]

That was the hardest thing
I've ever had to do.

What a functional wedding
that was,

that just happened
one moment ago.

Congratulations, or whatever.

And now it's time
for the mother-son dance.

That's you.

There must be some way
out of this.

That man is an imbecile.

Oh, muffin, please.

Plenty of strong women have
married imbeciles and thrived.

Look at Mary Todd Lincoln.

They say behind every great man
is a great woman.

Not a morphine-soaked sack
of dusty rags.

Maybe you need a new woman
to run the estate.

I'm starting to think
you're right.

Chair.

Go polish the turtles.

I love polishing things.

- Sir, sir.
- Hmm?

I must speak with you
about that serving girl.

No, she's off limits.

Dip your feather duster
elsewhere.

She's an agent
of chaos and destruction.

She must be fired.

Not only will she
not be fired,

but if I ever hear you
slander her again

or molest her in any way,
it is you who will be fired.

- But-- but--
- No molesting!

That's an order!

As you wish, sir.

[bright symphonic music]

[gunshot rings]

We're back.

We're here
to stop the wedding!

Hi, Frederick.
It's me, Garfield.

Does anybody care
where we've been?

I just figured you died.

Rather disappointed, actually.

[dramatic music]

There you are.

You've missed everything.

The wedding is over.

What? No.

You came too late, Bea.

I'm Mr. Celery Savoy now.

(Celery) Beatrice,
you look like a doll

who's been flung
into a trash heap.

Lillian, you look like you
escaped from a whorehouse

for insane pygmies.

Is that a bathing costume?

Not typical attire
for a wedding.

Which is odd for you,

'cause you're usually
such a typical girl.

[tense music rising]

[screaming]

Wet Christmas, it's a scandal!

[upbeat hip-hop music]

- [wails]
- [both screaming]

[wheezing]

[women shouting]

The Bellacourts
are the worst family in Newport.

Someone wrote an expos?
about our family.

They called us
the "modern pigs."

Father,
you impregnated a servant?

[sobs]

Beatrice.

You're sleeping
with our brother?

You're both incestors.

And you, Lillian.

You slept with
our most disgusting servant.

- [wheezing]
- Mm, ha ha ha.

Ooh.

Eee.

Ah.

And you.

Yes! It's true!

It's all true!

Albert and I are in a loving
and committed relationship.

You're actually not mentioned
in the article.

I'm... just joshing.

Trying to lighten the mood.

Some jokes.

Yum, yummy vaginas.

Right, boys?

Who would publish such lies?

Well, it must have been
that muckraker Scoops LePue.

You've been lurking
around our family for months.

[stammers]
I didn't write it.

By my trough, I swear.

I only cover gossip.

- Oh, wait.
- [shouting]

We are leaving.

Yes, we are leaving.

No, we are leaving.

You people are perfect
for Baltimore.

You're disgusting.

Daddy, help.

Sorry, Cel.

This is your family now.

There's nothing I can do.

Well, there is one thing
I can do.

I can cut off all business ties
with this family.

No, Daddy, don't go.

Mommy.
Mommy, please.

You have sullied
the family name.

You destroyed it all
because of your selfishness.

I'm not selfish.

I just care
about my own pleasure

without regard for others.

I'm sorry I slept with
Frederick for 25 years, Daddy.

I don't care what you did.

I only care that people
found out.

I cannot have this scandal.

You're banished
from Bellacourt!

Collect your things.

What? No!

[water splashing,
both sobbing]

[both weeping]

Just when I thought
I found a home, banished.

Yes, to my great shame,
I was...

(Dodo voice-over)
tricked into firing Garfield.

Now I must rectify
the situation.

Does this mean
I have my old job back?

Of course not, you imbecile.

Your old position
has been nullified.

But I was able
to move some things about,

and I can offer you the position
of potato scrubber.

The hours are long,
the work is dangerous,

and you'll be paid 1/10th
the wage.

Oh, it's all I ever wanted.

Thank you, Mr. Peepers.

And here.

Towel was never mine
to begin with.

Somewhere, inside,
I always knew that.

Thank you, Garfield.

Oh, a stain.

[fire roaring]

[door slams]

[sighs deeply]

[dramatic music]

What are you doing
in here?

This is where we do
our on-site diamond cutting.

Well, it's my room now.

Ask your husband.

I won't stand for it.

Servants cannot move upstairs.

Earthworms don't change
into butterflies, Chair.

My name is Celine.

[sassy hip-hop music]

(man)

Hello, Chair.

[tense music rising]

I'm back.

[demonic yelling]

[both shouting]

- No!
- [both shouting]

You!

You need to know your place.

It's downstairs!

[screaming]

[heavy panting]

[scoffs]

[solemn piano music]

Open up, you ragamuffin!

Hamish Crassus,

you're under arrest for
the murder of one Scoops LePue.

Celine had me arrested
for murdering Scoops LePue.

Who the hell
is Scoops LePue?

Does anybody know
who the fuck that is, huh?

I was ordered
not to touch Chair.

Nobody said anything
about reporters.

Nobody besmirches
the Bellacourts under my watch.

Nobody.

[typewriter dings]

I did it.

I wrote the article.

[dreamy guitar music]

(man)
I can't help
daydreaming of you

Hey, it's the Pig Sisters.

Oh, neat.

I never met anyone famous
before.

- Famous?
- Oh, yeah.

- Everybody knows who you are.
- Really?

Your family's more messed up
than mine.

And my father fed my mother
to us in a stew he made.

Oh, will you sign my pepper?

Ohh!

Hey, everybody, look.

It's the Pig Sisters.

And they're even more pig-like
in person.

- Yeah. We're the Pig Sisters.
- That's us.

[snorting]

Beatrice and I
were thinking too small.

Forget trying to get accepted
into society.

We're going to get famous.

Yeah.

I love you all.

I don't know how to spell.

But I made that.

Love, Lillian.

Anyone want to sketch me?

(woman)
I'll try.

- Could you get that?
- Oh, okay, thank you.

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