All language subtitles for Freddys.Nightmares.S01E21.720p.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV_Track03

I'll be back. I'm free!

What, are you nuts?

I'm leaving to go
to your birthday party.

You're still here.

Fred, did you ever see
a cake with 40 candles on it?

- Not a pretty sight.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna have to go
through this in about six months

so...make you a deal.

You show up at your party,
I'll show up at mine.

Nah!
It's not just turning 40.

I had a fight with John today

and I was hopin' he'd stop by.

Buddy, my boy.

Uh, as your friend, listen up!

You can't keep trying
to run your kid's life.

He's young.

We're old.

'Accept it.'

It's just..

...I hate to see him
throw his life away.

He's got it all ahead of him.
We don't.

Oh, God!

The things I'd do different

if I could do 'em
all over again.

No, we can't.

It's his turn.

So let him have it.

Out with the old, you know.

God..

See you at the party, okay?

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

Hey, old man.

'We wanna talk to you.'

Out with the old, you know.

'This one's been tough.'

'But I guess you out of all of
us who would expect that.'

'Yes, unfortunately.'

'Well, at least he's the last.'

'Our work's almost finished.'

'Do you want me
to lend you a hand?'

'No, he's my problem.'

- 'My disgrace.'
- 'Go for it.'

- 'For the corporation.'
- 'For the corporation.'

Who needs sentimentality?

It's time to answer
for your crimes.

Your outdated values.
Your forced morality.

'Your hypocrisy.'

You used to think
just like me.

'We were the same.'

I had your disease.

And now..

'...I think for myself.'

Disease?

You're old.

Too old.

'Too afraid to face yourself,
your family.'

You couldn't ever make
your own birthday party.

It was, it was them.

It's not me.

I was coming.

Sure, blame the young.

Blame the innocent
for your fears.

'I'm afraid
the only contribution'

you've made to this world..

...is to give life to me.

Son, oh.

Oh.

Please.

Too late, daddy.

'No!'

Father is up.

I can't believe he is stil
having nightmares.

When I ask him
what they are about

he just g-gives me
this dirty look.

He didn't even
make his party last night.

Oh, I know it's hard, dear.

He is going through
this mid-life thing.

Spare with him.

- Hi, dad.
- Hi.

Why don't you start eating?
And I'll go get the paper.

How is work?

I told you,
I got a new boss coming in today

sent out from the parent company

Chemico Inc.

Great.

Hey, Chemico's
in the Fortune 500.

'They are one of the top
architectural firms'

in the world.

Buy some stock, dad.

That's why you
and I don't relate.

You and your whole generation

all you care about is money.

Dad, that's not true.

Money is no good
unless it can buy

fast cars and faster women.

Okay. "Forbes,"
"Wall Street Journal."

"Springwood Star Times,"
"Greenpeace Monthly."

"Money." "Finance".

'And "Save The Whales"
newsletter.'

John..

...you should stay open

to more humanistic issues.

Look, ugh, just because
I don't run around

in Paisley shirts
carrying "Ban the bomb"signs

doesn't mean
I don't love my fellow man.

Just as long as
he doesn't earn more than I do.

'Bye bye, mom.'

Goodbye, sweetie.

Buddy boys have been
behind the times.

But I'm about to give him
a little food for thought.

'What's the matter?
You can't afford dressing?'

I like salsa,
it calms me down.

Never made it
to the party, huh?

What have I got to celebrate?

Out with the old, remember?

My, aren't we a little
self-pitying these days?

'Yeah, maybe.'

But at least it's in
the proper social context.

Now I gotta deal with this crap.

Ah, I see,
our new imperious leader

gave you the
Coldwater assignment.

You got it.

I'm supposed to design
a headquarters for banking firm

that must be planted in the
middle of the Coldwater Valley.

So much for the scenery.

I'm getting tired
of selling out the ecosystem

just to give suites more homes.

Better take the assignment.

I hear this guy doesn't take no.

Yeah, just what we need.

Another thumb-sucking,
power-hungry yuppie.

How old is the little
fascist, 12?

No, 25.

In my office...now.

In his office...now.

This is my first day, so let me
make a few things clear.

Number one.

I chose you for this assignment

because you are
this firm's best architect

and Springwood National Bank
is our best account.

Well, Mr. Trainer,
I mean no disrespect, but I--

You interrupt me again

and you can hike it back
to the old folks home.

Got it? Good.

Number two.

You wear suites to this
office from now on.

'And number three'

'all personal clutter
is to be removed.'

Now...get started
on that assignment.

Hi, dad.

What's all this?

School project.

Take a look.

Some of the town's
environmental burnouts

are trying to stop the bank
from opening in the valley.

So we are starting a movement
to push it forward.

Who knows, in three years
we might be running that bank.

- 'Be careful don't tear it.'
- 'Don't..'

Here we go.
That's good.

Alright, guys..

First the power monger at work
calls me Methuselah.

And I find out my own kid
is helping destroy

whatever little life
I have left.

Come on, don't go start
dragging John into this.

Well, he is in this.

And all his friends too.

God, how can he be
so different from us?

We raised him.

He's so, he's so..

Eighties?

I feel like a dinosaur
heading for the tar pit.

And my own son
eager to give me a push.

You're not gonna like this.

But you sound
just like our parents

when we were rebelling.

Try and see it
through John's eyes.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Oh, no. No.

What are you reading?

Something sad.

What the hell is that?

New school project.

What kind of school project?

Classified.

I need a lift.

Classified?

You should've listened.

Out with the old.

Listen to who?

Great! Kid's a genius.

Can't even remember his book.

'Because you are
the corporation.'

I brought John's book.

You don't belong here.

Hey, hey, hey!

Are you in there?

I gotta find Fred.

Fred!

Fred.

Hey, hey, hey.
You know where Fred Thomas is?

He, he works here.
Do you know where he is?

Has everybody taken
stupid pills here tonight?

Where is Fred Thomas?
Chief engineer. He works here!

Where is..

Uh..

Fred? Fred!

Fred, what's going on,
Fred, Fred?

Hey, you!
You, wait!

Hey, Fred, Fred, Fr..

Come.

Walk with me.
Talk with me.

'Time to get
with the new system.'

'Don't you think, buddy?'

Uh-oh, don't do that.

You'll ruin the material.

What's happening here?

'Oh, I'm afraid
it's already happened.'

You're familiar with, "Out with
the old, in with the new?"

Yeah, it's a popular tune.

Guess which end you're on?

What happened to Fred?

Well, he was...corrected.

Like you.

'Mike, we're set up here.
Come to the back.'

'Yes, sir. You two come with me
around this way.'

'Yes, the subject
has just arrived.'

'He must be brought in..'

'He's not suitable
for reprogramming.'

Yes, I agree.

It's hopeless.

I know it's required.

For the corporation.

'For the corporation.'

Who makes these things?
Sshh-sshh-sshh.

Dana!

Dana!

'Dad!'

'We know you're in there.'

'Come on, dad, we'll go and
listen to the Grateful Dead.'

'Daddy!'

'Loose the door.'

Your generation stuck us
with your mistakes.

Now it's time to erase
those mistakes.

Bud Powers.

We are here to determine
your relevance

to contemporary society.

A legal aid has been
assigned to you.

Wow, man!

What a trip.

Buddy Powers.

You claim to stand
for something.

Tell me!

When was the last time you
donated your talents freely

for the sake of an issue?

1970.

But I haven't had much time.

Do you now or have you ever

worn a
"Save The Whales" T-shirt?

I used to.

Now my wife, she..

...uses them for dust clothes.

That's cold.

This case is closed.
You sold out.

- 'You're out of here.'
- 'Bye-bye.'

Hey, sorry, man.

Where is my wife?

She's being...completed.

'Come.'

Walk with me.
Talk with me.

Dana!

You! Your kind.

You're obsolete.

But you knew that
a long time ago.

That's why you abandoned
your ideals, isn't it?

You failed my test, daddy.

You failed.

Complete him.

Johnny.

Dad. Oh, my God!

Dad, what happened?
Who did this to you?

John..

I'm sorry.

'I tried.'

They, they found me.

Call me...old man.

Sshh, dad, don't speak, okay?

I'm gonna call
an ambulance. Hold on.

It's too late.

No, I'm not gonna let you die!

Hold on.

'Hello, hurry!'

Send an ambulance to 8120,
Webb Avenue.

My father's just been stabbed.

Dad, don't die, please.

I'm sorry, we argued,
just, don't die..

I'm sorry, John.

It's your turn now.

Dad, no. I'm sorry.

I love you.
Do you hear me?

I love you.

Growing old can be
a painful experience.

'I don't know.
He's kinda cute.'

'Oh, I don't know.
Looks like trouble to me.'

Well, we keep looking.
What do you say?

Yes, I think
you're done here.

I think there's some more
around this corner.

No, I want my real parents.

- Come on.
- My real parents.

Don't take me, please.

Do you know
who your parents are?

Hmm?

I have asked you not to sleep
in your clothes.

Don't start on me, mom.

I didn't mean to.
I just felt asleep reading

Reading?
Of course you did.

'How late were you out
last night?'

'It's no wonder people talk.'

Let 'em talk.
I know I'm not a slut.

Well, you'd never know
the way you dress.

I bought you a closet
full of dresses and skirts

and you wear ratty jeans?

Look, mom..

...I'll start wearing clothes
next week.

I'm just working
my way up, okay?

I just want you to fit in.
Is that so wrong?

How can you walk around
school like that?

It's no wonder that misfit John
is your only friend.

How would you know?

You buy me dresses
that are three sizes too big

and ten years too late.

- You don't know who I am.
- Well, I guess not.

I swear, sometimes I wonder
if you're really my daughter.

Don't say that.

I don't even look like her.

Maybe the gypsies left me
at the doorstep.

Hey, you didn't call me
last night.

Sorry.
It's my mother.

- Oh, no.
- The usual.

Is she still trying
to get you into dresses?

Into dresses
and out of everything

I like about good stuff.

I can't do anything she likes.

What are parents for?

Yeah.

John, have you ever felt like..

Well, like
you just don't belong.

You mean,
you feel like an alien

and your parents are mutan
humanoids from the deep?

It's more of a feeling of fear
that I belong to someone else.

- That I'm not her child.
- Yeah, I've felt like that.

Really?

When?

Right after I found out
I was adopted.

I never felt worse.

Why didn't you
ever say anything?

I mean, why didn't you
ever tell me that before?

I just didn't feel
like talking about it.

I'm not so sure
I'm ready now.

But after my father was killed

it started me thinking
about my natural parents.

My real dad.

Did you ever try
to find them?

Find out where they live
or what they-what they do?

Yeah, well, I talked over
with my mom...once.

And?

And I think
my idealized version

is safer for now.

How would you know unless you
try to find out for yourself?

Well, see, that's the thing,
I'm afraid to find out.

Why?

I may not like what I find

See ya.

Adopted.

Mom, are you home?

"Gone to PTA meeting.
Dinner in the oven.

Be back at 4:00.
Love, mom."

PTA. Yuck.

Come on.

If I were a birth certificate..

...what would I look like?

And where the hell would I be?

The bedroom.

What are you doing
in my room?

I'm, I'm looking
for a recipe.

In my closet?
Next time try the kitchen.

I'll clean it up.
I promise.

That is not the point.
Show some respect for my things.

I guess I can't do
anything right, can I?

What's gotten
into you lately?

I know I'm different.

But sometimes you act like
I don't belong to you at all.

Uhh!

- Please.
- 'No.'

Please.

'Please.'

Um, this one's cute.
How much is this one?

It says here that her parents
were taken away?

She also needs her shots.

But we'll take her anyway.

Sign here.

No, I don't wanna go with her.

'Where's my real parents?'

I want my real mommy and daddy.

I'm your mother now, dear.

Don't be afraid. We'll take
real good care of you.

'No!'

Help.
No, come on, please.

Come on. I'll be good this time.
I promise.

No!

Please, no!

No, no. Come on.

'No-no-no-o!'

'Help!'

'No-o!'

- 'Hello?'
- Hello. Is John there?

'No, uh,
John doesn't live here.'

I'm sorry.
I must have a wrong number.

Um, I'm sorry, but this is
my friend John's seat.

'Gate Denton?'

'Yeah, here.'

- 'E. Caffey?'
- 'Yeah.'

Steve Sandawal?

'Yeah.'

'Christina Young?'

'Michael Elsworthy?'

'For Friday, please, draw up
questions on page 49.'

'Scotty, wait up.'

I noticed John isn't here today.
You didn't call his name.

- Is he sick?
- Who?

John.
You know, John Powers.

- That name isn't here.
- The name has to be there.

He's my friend.

Not anymore.

Look, he's been here every day
for four years.

You must remember him.
He used to sit right over here.

Melanie Wulff sits there.
Always has.

John used to sit there.

Please, you have to
help me find him.

I don't remember him.

Therefore I can't
help you find him.

Now if you don't stop
bothering me.

Maybe we're gonna
have to have you recalled.

Do we, do we have a copy
of my birth certificate?

Why do you ask?

Um..

...we're doing this
school project on family trees

and it's-it's like
show and tell.

I'll write that information
down for you later tonight.

But teacher said that we need
to have our birth certificate.

So no one cheats, you know.
Makes up a phony family.

Look, we lost those records
in a very unfortunate accident.

What accident?

Our first house burned down
in a freak fire.

Lost all the copies too.

Oh, what about the hospital
where I was born?

Wouldn't they have a copy
of the records?

Nice try, but we didn't have you
in a hospital.

'Your father and I thought
it would be nice'

to have you at home.

Natural and all.

Too bad he's not around
to see how big you've grown.

Why can't you just talk to me
plain and simple?

Why play games with me?

What are you trying to hide?

'Tell me!'

Inka dinka slinky
fonden twinka.

Excuse me?

Smeady tonna
wanna deka fafa.

Deka fafa.

Continka?

Well, I have had it.

It's obvious we don't speak
the same language.

I'm second hand.

No.

The place from my dreams.

Is this where I came from?

- It can't be true.
- Hello, hello.

One of ours has returned.

Can I help you?

No refunds, no returns.

I'm looking
for my real parents.

You're looking
for your real parents?

- Yes.
- Oh!

There's only one,
your real mother.

I have to find her.

You sure
that's what you want?

I'm sure.

Fair enough.

Be my guest.

Hello?

They gave me this address.

Only address to give, babe.

You..

You're my mother?

You turned out every bit as ugly
as I thought you would.

'Glad I gave you away.'

This can't be.

- This isn't possible.
- You're spoiling our reunion.

Got some men comin' over later.

We'll have a real party.

You probably got
some of your mom's talents.

If you're my mother,
who is my father?

Had a lot of women that one.

Can't say we met
under the best of circumstances.

- Who was he?
- Bad taste in clothes.

Wore the same sweater
all the time.

'Nice hat though.'

Who was he?

His name was Freddy.

Welcome home, darling.

More food!

Feed the other misfits.

One of us. One of us.
One of us.

One of us. One of us.
One of us.

One of us. One of us.
One of us..

I wanna go home.

One of us. One of us.
One of us.

One of us. One of us.
One of us..

I want my life back.

'One of us..'

- I don't belong here.
- 'One of us. One of us.'

- Just stop.. This is my home.
- 'One of us. One of us.'

I'm your friend, remember?

John.

Will you help me
get out of here?

I'll help you.

Come on.

You'll never come off it.

You're stained for life.
Just like me.

Oh.

How do you get out of here

We both will.

This is your home.

You're a misfit.
You belong with us.

Nobody else will have you.

Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

I'm even glad
to see this stupid thing.

Wear and make mom happy.

Oh, boy.

Hope she appreciates this.

Oh, see, I told you
that dress was you.

Now you look like
my daughter.

I am your daughter, mom.

Right?

I mean, you'd tell me
if I wasn't, right?

Of course, dear.

It's just that,
sometimes I feel so strange.

Like I am a misfit.

You'll get used to it.

Used to what?

I'm not a misfit.

Of course, dear.

Mom, I'm sorry
I'm acting so weird.

I just found out
my friend John moved away.

Kinda suddenly.

See, he knew he was adopted.

'So, I guess he was taken away
by his real parents.'

I miss him.

You'd miss me
if I was taken away, right?

Welcome home.

To stay forever
and ever and ever.

You had your chance.

But you won't return.

Now you're back
with your own kind.

Come out, come out,
misfit child.

You're not my mother.

You never were.

Now you never will be here.

'Christina?'

'Come on, sweety.'

I want you to meet
your foster parents.

Oh, I'm afraid it's been
really hard on her.

Her mother died
in an accidental fire.

Destroyed their home.

And there are
no living relatives.

She was lucky that firemen found
her before it was too late.

Now, she just can't
seem to accept the idea

of a foster home.

Kuma doo oopa shmurk.

'Kuma uma dupa shmurk.'

I'm waiting for my real mommy.

'My real mommy.'

Come on down.

Worried about your credit?
I ain't.

We've got every shape

every size, every price.

I'll make you a deal
you can't refuse.

I even take trade ins.