All language subtitles for American.Horror.Story.S09E02.Mr.Jingles.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-AJP69_[English] (SUBRIP)

Hello?

Anyone here?

I...

I'm looking
for Margaret Booth.

(gasps)

You weren't going to snoop
in my bedroom, were you?

No, of course not.

Ms. Booth,

I've been trying to call, but
I keep getting a busy signal.

Well, that's funny.

Who are you?
What's so important

that you had to come
see me in person?

My name is Karen Hopple.

I'm chief of psychology
at Red Meadows Asylum.

Benjamin Richter has escaped.

You may remember him
as Mister...

No, I know exactly who he is.

Mr. Jingles is the reason
I opened this camp.

And until he's caught,
he's also the reason

you have to shut down.

Oh, I'll be doing no such thing.

I don't think you understand.

He has an obsession with you,
a fantasy of revenge.

Well, Karen,
I also have a fantasy.

Of living a life without fear.

I will not allow him
to take away my power again.

Camp Redwood will open
as scheduled.

-No one is safe.
-Then call the police.

Not that I'll be needing
anything from them.

You know, Karen, God helps those

who help themselves.

I've survived him before,

and if he is stupid enough
to show up,

then I can promise you,
Mr. Jingles will not survive me.

(engine starts)

(bang)

(vehicle approaching)

(horn honks)

(engine stops)

(car door closes)

I think it's a flat.

Can you fix it?

(keys jingling)

That looks nasty.

I guess it's my lucky day.

What are the odds
of me meeting you out here?

Pretty good...

since you followed me here.

Benjamin.

(screaming)

(gasps)

-(grunts)
-(screams)

(panting)

You were right.

(grunts)

I am a monster.

(music slows, distorts)

(film projector clicking,
then shuts off)

-TREVOR: Want one?
-CHET: Yeah.

(bottles clinking)

(fridge door closes)

(Ray laughs)

ANCHOR (on TV):
Tonight at 11:00,

a brutal murder
at a gas station

in Red Meadows.

SHERIFF:
Right now we have
no motive or suspects.

We're urging the public
to be vigilant.

REPORTER:
Is there any connection
to the attacks

and murders that are happening
down in L.A.?

They're calling the killer
the Night Stalker.

I have no comment on that.

ANCHOR:
All that and more
tonight at 11:00.

God, did you guys see that?

(chuckles):
Oh, I love this one.

TREVOR:
Oh, this is the-the...

-"Where's the beef?"
-"Where's the beef?"

-(all laugh)
-BROOKE: No, there was a murder

at the gas station.
The one we stopped at.

They're saying it could be
the same guy who attacked me.

Oh, my God.

He's coming after me.

And this is a different killer
from the killer on the phone?

-The one with the keys?
-(all laugh)

I'm not making this up.

MARGARET:
Boys and girls

together after dark.

-Ms. Booth,
I think we're in danger.
-Yes.

We are in danger.

From sin.

XAVIER:
Brooke's just jumpy

'cause she got a prank call.

It freaked her out.

Well, the locals think I'm crazy
for reopening this camp

to create a sanctuary
of fresh air and exercise

to purify the soul.

But I refuse to let

fear dictate my life.

We've got a big day tomorrow.

Lights out
in exactly 20 minutes.

The boys will leave

-and remove themselves
from temptation.
-(Ray sighs)

Let's go, boys.

Go.

Okay.

Hop to it. Let's go.

You gonna make us pray
the boners away?

(laughs)

A clean body is a clean mind.

How many times do I have
to go over the rules?

Boys shower at night.

No exceptions.

Now go wash the filth off

so you can wake up pure
and refreshed

for morning prayer.

MONTANA:
Bye.

(whispers):
Bitch.

She has got to get laid.

Otherwise it's gonna be
a long summer. (chuckles)

(door closes)

Look, some dickhead
broke into your apartment

and attacked you.

That's got to be super scary.

I mean, a stranger
once grabbed my boob

outside a Sam Goody,
so I get it.

But not everyone's
out to get you.

(sniffles)

I can't be making this all up.

Trauma's a bitch.

When I was six,
my mom sent me away to fat camp.

I was a bit chubs
but super cute.

I'd never been away
from home before.

I was so scared.

Every night,
I'd huddle underneath my covers,

praying for the sun to come up.

Every sound was the bogeyman.

Every shadow was a monster
trying to eat me.

But sometimes a shadow
is just a shadow.

-So the camp helped you
face your demons?
-(scoffs)

Fuck, no. All they taught me
was to nom and vom.

But the point is,

if you imagine the worst,
that's all you see.

You don't have to imagine
the worst

when it's already happened.

("Bridal Chorus"
by Richard Wagner playing)

MINISTER:
Who gives this bride?

I do.

BROOKE:
Joey was the first boy
I ever kissed,

I ever loved.

I just wanted everything
to be perfect.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here
on this day to join this man...

I thought he was nervous
or something.

...and this woman
in holy matrimony.

He could be jealous sometimes.

I thought it was romantic.

I thought it meant he loved me.

Joseph Cavanaugh,

do you take this woman to be
your lawfully wedded wife?

(whispers):
It's your turn.

SAM:
Hey.

Don't be afraid.

Okay? You want this.

Is that what you said to her
last night?

-(murmuring)
-(scoffs)

Uh, what are you talking about?

I went over to your place.

I wanted to tell you
that I couldn't wait

to spend the rest of my life
with you.

Then I saw him.

I saw you, Sam,

go inside.
(sniffles)

I waited.
You didn't leave until morning.

Hey, I just-I just crashed
on the couch. That's it.

Nothing happened.
I swear.

You know how scared I get
being alone at night,

and I didn't want to see you
the night before the wedding.

-It's bad luck. (gasps)
-We promised, Brooke.

We were saving ourselves.

-I am. W...
-(sniffles)

We are.

I love you.

(whispers):
I love you.

I don't believe you.

(screams)

(screaming)

Go! Run!

(screams, gasps)

("White Wedding"
by Billy Idol playing)

(Brooke crying)

* Hey, little sister *

Look what you made me do.

Joey, please, no.

Look what you made me do.

-No. (whimpering)
-(sniffles)

-You don't deserve
to wear white.
-(crying)

* The only one *

(screams)

-(gasps)
-* It's a nice day *

-* For a white wedding *
-(screams)

(gasping)

* It's a nice day to *

* Start again *

* Wow. *

He wanted to own you.

Your mind, your pussy--
he thought it was all his.

And the idea that you wanted to
get your rocks off without him,

that you didn't need him,
drove him freakin' insane.

I-I didn't do it.

We were friends,
and I just didn't want

to be alone that night.

Sam was just being nice.

I never would have
cheated on Joey.

But he didn't believe me.

(sniffles)
Nobody ever believes me.

I believe you.

(exhales)

I-I need to get some air.

(sniffles)

(crickets chirping)

I can't see shit.

If you had to give up
one of your five senses,

which one would it be?

Smell. Definitely.

CHET:
Yeah, but then you
could never smell bacon.

TREVOR:
Montana's skin smells
like vanilla frosting.

We had a real connection
down there at the lake.

Like a... a meeting of souls.

First base never felt so good.

-(sighs)
-Wait,

all you did was kiss?

'Course not.

That's what first base means.

Maybe for you.

RAY:
If he gets dibs on Montana,

I get first shot at Brooke.

CHET:
Wait, who does that leave
for me?

-TREVOR: Margaret.
-RAY: Or Rosy Palm.

XAVIER:
Uh-uh. Don't even think

about going after my girl
Chef Bertie.

You want to walk
about connection,

-she's the one.
-RAY: Oh!

-Steal my girl.
-CHET: Oh, my God.

What the hell?

Where are the towels
and little soaps?

You know this isn't a spa,
right?

I'm gonna go get my beach towel.

Save me some hot water.

Yes, ma'am.
(chuckles)

Beach towel?

(crickets chirping)

(leaves crunching)

(laughing)

What the hell, Blake?

That name is reserved
for business associates

and acquaintances.

My boys never call me that.

Fine.

What the hell, Daddy?

(exhales)

You know, it's illegal to
threaten someone over the phone.

Not to mention stalking them.

You always underestimate
yourself, X.

That is your problem.

But you are a goddamn Rembrandt.

Do you think that
I would give up a Rembrandt?

Look,

I'm grateful for all
that you've done for me...

I found you in MacArthur Park,

a needle in your arm,

your blue jeans damp
from your own piss.

I cleaned you up,
inside and out.

Little piece of advice,
by the way:

if you're trying to run away,

don't leave a forwarding address
for your paychecks

at the aerobics studio.

(chuckles): You are as dumb
as you are pretty.

And you are very, very pretty.

You promised me
I only had to do one.

I'm not gay.

Gay for pay, baby.

I'm working so hard
to be a real actor.

You think Michael J. Fox
ever did gay porn?

-Tom Selleck?
-Why are you betting

a one-in-a-million chance
on mainstream success

when I am here
offering you stardom?

Fuck this.

I'm not doing it.

-(grunts)
-(groans, hisses)

You're gonna do what Daddy says.

Or I'm gonna send copies
of that tape to all your friends

and your bosses
at that dance studio.

I might hunt down
that drunk mother of yours,

send a copy to her.

And what if I could get you
someone better to replace me?

Hmm?

(scoffs)

The next John Holmes.

Even bigger.

Huh.

(coughing)

Show me.

("Jeopardy"
by the Greg Kihn Band playing)

* Oh *

* Where were you *

* When I needed you? *

* Well, you could not be found *

* What can I do? *

* Oh, I believed in you... *

Takes more than it gives.

Cost me that Jane Fonda video.

Most girls can't handle it.

And when you get a boner,

you get light-headed from
the lack of blood to your brain.

(laughing)

So, what do you guys do
for work?

RAY:
I'm in the medical field.

-CHET: (laughs) Sure, you are.
-RAY: What?

CHET:
He wipes drool
off of brain-dead corpses.

RAY:
Don't call them corpses, man.
They're human beings.

They're-they're still aware.
They're just in a coma.

CHET:
Yeah. A vegetative state.

-(whispering): That's no cock.
-RAY: My patients...

-That's an act of God.
-...they feel and hear.

I know it.
There's even an entire

hit song written about it.

"Coma Chameleon."

What?

RAY:
Yeah. Check the lyrics out.

* While I'm hanging on *

* 'Cause I've been *

* Hanging on so long *

* It's so hard *

* To be all alone... *

Don't stop. Oh...

* I know you're not
that strong... *

TREVOR:
Hey,

hey, shut up, man. That's gonna
be in my head all day long.

* Baby *

* Ooh *

* Our love's in jeopardy *

* Baby. *

(insects trilling)

(screams)

(panting)

(chuckles)

How did you find me?

I told you

Satan would show me the path.

(chuckles)

I just had to open the door...

...and invite him in.

(screams)

(yells)

(grunting)

(groans)

(yells)

(Brooke whimpers)

(Brooke screams)

(Brooke screaming)

Goddamn it.
(grunts)

You're not supposed to be here.

No, wait. I don't die here.

(hiker gasping)

(gurgling)

("Jump" by The Pointer Sisters
playing)

I disagree.

(over radio):
* I'll take you down *

-* I'll take you down *
-RITA: * I'll take you down *

* Where no one's
ever gone before *

* And if you want more *

* If you want more *

* More, more *

* Then jump *

* For my love *

* Jump in *

RITA:
* And feel my touch *

-(keys jingling)
-(Rita stops singing)

* Jump if you want to taste
my kisses *

-* In the night, baby *
-(footsteps approaching)

-* Jump for my love *
-(keys jingling)

* Jump, I know my heart
can make you happy *

* Jump in,
you know these arms *

* Can feel you up *

* Jump. *

(panting)

(line beeping)

Oh, shit.
(gasps)

Oh, my God.

I thought you were him.

I tried calling 911
but the lines are down.

Maybe Margaret
shut the phones down

when she cut the power.

He's here.

I saw a body in the water

and he attacked me on the dock.

-Who, Mr. Jingles?
-No.

The Night Stalker.

I told you he came here
to kill me.

HIKER:
You're not supposed to be here.

You.

(whimpers, gasps)

How are you alive?

What do you mean?

(hiker groaning)

BROOKE (nearby):
You have to listen to me.

MONTANA:
So this dude followed you here
from L.A.?

BROOKE:
Yes.

Look, would I do this to myself?

RAY:
Help!

That's Ray.

Let's go. Come on.

Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.

(breathing heavily)
Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

-Stop saying that, man.
-Everyone just chill out.

CHET:
Do either of you know who he is?

He's the dead guy
with a fucking hole in his head.

Yeah, poke him with a stick.

-What?
-Ju...

Shouldn't you check
his pulse or something?

(pants, sniffs)

(exhales)

(grunts)

He's dead.

You happy?

(Ray gagging, coughing)

Oh, shit.

I think he was checking me out.

(gasping)

BROOKE:
Jesus Christ!

Oh, now here she goes.

Holy shit!

Is he...?

Oh, God.

W-We have to help him.

Somebody do something.

We have to call an ambulance.

He's dead, dead.
We got to call the cops.

TREVOR:
Don't touch the body.

People might thing
you're involved.

Why would anyone think
I'm involved?

I've never met this guy
in my life.

What happened to him?

Somebody put a spike
through his head.

You were right.

Right about what?

That guy, the Night Stalker.

Brooke said she saw him
down by the dock.

BROOKE:
He attacked me.

And there was a body
in the lake.

CHET:
We need to find Margaret.

We got to book it.

-Like, right now.
-TREVOR: Guys.

I don't think this was
the Night Stalker.

(keys jingling)

-It's Jingles.
-Let's get the fuck out of here.

My van.

RAY:
Let's get the fuck out of here!

(Brooke screaming)

MARGARET:
Who are you?

A servant of the Lord's son.

-You're a Christian?
-(chuckles)

The other son.

The one He cast out.

(blows sharply)

Satan.

What do you want?

I want you...
to tell me about him.

("Rise" by Herb Alpert playing)

You're hurt.

Let me get my first aid kit.

What's your name?

Richard.

Richard Ramirez.

Sit, Richard.

You run this place?

Your cabin is nicer
than the others.

You are an observant young man.

I bet you excelled in school.

Not really.

I dropped out in ninth grade.

I killed this guy.

And I mean
I killed him dead, no question.

I see.

Was that the first time
you've killed someone?

No.

But it's the first time
I had to do it twice.

I killed him.

And then he was alive again.

-How?
-Well, Jesus, of course.

The point of religion, of God,

is to be there

when there's no other way
to explain something.

And this...

this man in the photo
has been dead

for 14 years.

I saw his lifeless body myself
all those years ago.

That makes no sense.

Let me help you understand.

What's the worst thing
that ever happened to you?

I don't like talking
about myself like that.

Oh, I don't think that's true.

I think...
you just haven't found

the right person to listen

the way that you need.

The worst thing
that ever happened to me...

Everything.

Pain's all I've ever known.

Pain's how the world's
always talked to me.

Why shouldn't pain
be how I talk back?

My mother worked
in a boot factory.

She breathed in all
of those chemicals

when she was pregnant with me.

I was poisoned before
I even took my first breath.

After the swing hit me,
I started having seizures.

(indistinct shouting)

My cousin Mike lived with us.

He was a Green Beret
just back from Vietnam,

and he showed me pictures
of all the girls

he'd killed over there
in the jungle.

You could do anything there,
he told me.

You were free.

His wife didn't like him
showing me.

She didn't want me to be free.

-(gunshot)
-MARGARET: Did you ever wonder

why any of that awful stuff
happened to you?

It happened to you...

...because all of that
had to happen to you

to make you the man
you are today.

The one who was brought here
to me.

A girl brought me here.

But I think I like you better.

I know I do.

You listen to me.

Can I see your feet?

I understand you, Richard.

Do you want to know
the other great thing about God?

You can use him to explain
why something happened,

but you can also use him

to explain why
you did something.

Even something horrible.

Isn't that great?

So I don't have to feel bad
for anything I do?

-Not if you're doing God's work.
-Or Satan's.

And you say
you didn't do well in school.

Your cousin talked to you
about being free.

All you need to have the freedom

to do whatever you want
is two things--

God and trauma.

Freedom.

You're the first person
who really sees me.

I need you, Richard.

This man, or whatever he is,

cannot be terrorizing
the children.

This must be a haven for them.

You need to find him
and make him leave.

How?

I believe in Baby Jesus,
Richard,

and I believe in you.

I'll look
for this mysterious counselor.

But I must insist

that you do not murder anyone
along the way.

There's been enough killing
at this camp.

-(screams)
-(nervous chatter)

-Oh.
-Ah.

-Come on, let's go.
-(engine not turning over)

I can't unsee that shit!

It was gray matter
coming out of his head, man!

Who gives a shit?!
Xavier, just drive!

-TREVOR: Go!
-(engine not turning over)

It's not gonna start.
We're stuck here!

(Montana gasps)

I can't die
with a guilty conscience.

I totally did those steroids.

Yeah, we all fucking know!

-Come on, baby.
-(engine not turning over)

(engine starts)

-Oh, yeah!
-Oh, oh.

-Yeah!
-(all cheering)

(whooping)

-(engine revving)
-Yeah!

(shrieking)

(whooping)

-Yeah! Whoo!
-Fuck you, Camp Redwood!

(laughing)

(yelling)

-(shouts)
-(screaming)

Rita? Are you okay?

Can you sit up?

(Rita groans)

Shit. That's Margaret's car.

That ain't buffing out.

-He's in the infirmary.
-What?

I thought I locked the door, but
then I heard it-- the jingling.

-He's back.
-Oh, fuck.

-(Rita whimpers)
-(groans)

Oh, God.

-Man.
-(engine not turning over)

-(Rita groans)
-CHET: Dude!

Dude! It's dead.

We're all gonna be dead
if we don't get out of here.

I got a car.
It's a Rabbit, though.

-We won't all fit.
-TREVOR: I got my Ninja,

but, uh, I-I mean,
I can fit someone on the back.

-What's a Ninja?
-A badass motorcycle.

One problem--
my keys are in the cabin.

RITA:
I got to get my keys, too.

-Somebody come with me.
-RAY: There are two

crazed killers
roaming around that camp.

And you want us to go back?

-I'm not going alone.
-You bunch of pussies. I'll go.

We should all go. Two groups.

-I mean, we're no safer
out here in the open.
-He's right.

Montana, Xavier with me.
The rest of you with Rita.

Get the keys,
get your asses back here.

-Got it? Let's go.
-Yeah.

(hiker panting)

You're not supposed to be here.

It is you.

You need to leave.

It's not safe.

You're really here, Jonas.

How is this possible?

I know you.

Margaret?

But you look so different.

You look exactly the same.

But I thought you were dead.

I'm not,
but I think you might be.

What? No.

I-I... I don't understand.

Jonas, what year is it?

It's 1970.

What's the last thing
you remember?

Well, I don't know.

I-I... I was running.

-Running from what?
-(crying)

It was horrible.

So much blood.

(screaming)

Whose blood?
What did you see?

Oh, God.

This is all my fault.

I saw you.

(gasps)

-(woman screaming)
-(Jonas whimpers softly)

JONAS:
I should have helped you.

I left you to die.

-(tires screech)
-(grunts)

(Jonas groaning)

(keys jingling)

(crying)

No. Please, please.

No!

MARGARET:
So Jingles was in the truck.

-You saw him?
-I heard him.

The keys.

I-I'm dead.

Am I a ghost?

Oh, who am I, Dan Aykroyd?
I guess.

Ghosts aren't real.

There are ghosts in the Bible,

and you're here,
so they must be real.

Probably would have stayed out
on that road

where you died if those moron
counselors hadn't picked you up

and brought you to camp.

So many people died,

and I just... ran.

I'm a coward.

(crying):
What am I supposed to do now?

(floorboards creaking)

I'm not going inside.

He could still be in there. No.

I don't hear anything.

You know where the keys are.
Let's just get them and get out.

-No, I can't.
-Dude, go first.

-Fuck you. Why me?
-You're a world-class athlete.

-You're faster than all of us.
-I do the fucking pommel horse.

Shh!

I'll go.

(sighs)

Keys are in my desk.

They're not here.

(keys jingling)

-I shouldn't have come here.
-MONTANA: Yeah.

Okay. Bad idea overall.

Trevor, how's it coming?

-Got 'em.
-Let's go.

TREVOR:
Dude, we got to go.

I didn't mean
for any of this to happen.

I just wanted to get away,

have a fun summer--

a-a little fresh air,

some canoeing, archery.

Why are you wigging out?
Now is not the time.

'Cause all this is my fault.

That guy in the showers.

I knew him.

His name was Blake.

He came here because of me,
and now...

Now he's dead.

They got to be in here.

-No.
-(clattering)

Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

We'll walk out of here
if we have to.

Just stay away from me.

Everyone I get close to
ends up getting hurt.

(keys jingling)

(pounding on door)

-(pounding continues)
-XAVIER: He saved me.

And I screwed him over.

And all of this-- my punishment.

-Okay.
-(pounding on door)

Xavier, let's get out of here.
Let's go. He's out there.

-We're all gonna die.
-(pounding continues)

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