All language subtitles for Ghosted S01E08 Haunted Hayride

- Hey, thanks for driving me to work.
- No problemo.

- "A." Got an "A." "B." Um...
- What're you doing?

Oh, I'm just playing the alphabet game.

You know, where you try and find
the alphabet in order

on license plates you pass.
You've never played that before?

Alphabet game? No, Max.

I play real games
like Taboo, Pop-A-Shot.

"C." "D." I'm kind of
killing you here, man.

First of all, I'm not playing.

Second of all...

start over. "A."

- Uh, I see a "B" right there.
- What? What?

- What? What?
- "C." "C" right over there.

- "C."
- Very good alpha spotting, partner.

Still not a real game.

Okay, real games have points

so I can rub the score
in my opponent's face

- after I win.
- Okay.

Well, how about this? How about we apply

a number value to each of the letters.

And double points for two of
your letters on the same plate?

Yes, and triple points
for an out-of-state plate.

And negative points for a vanity plate.

See, that is what I'm saying.
That is good.

Don't smile at me.

Write this stuff down.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, if you spot your exact initials

and the numerical value of the digits

reduce to any single digit
from your birth year,

it's a thousand points.

Unless I see it first
and roll my window down.

Then it's a death plate
and you exit the game.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, I got that right here.

But if I want to reenter the game,

I have to hit your hazards
as we pass your initials

- on a nearby billboard.
- Billboard.

Yes.

If the plate is visible
only from the mirror,

you can call "reversey,"

and I have to put the car in reverse

- as soon as it's safe to do so.
- Yep, that's right.

But if I call a reversey in error,

you get to snap my seat belt
against my chest.

Okay, I think that's it.
Are we ready to play?

- I was born ready.
- Okay.

Wait a second.

Dude, we passed the Bureau
ten minutes ago.

I know.

Double "B" and Ohio. That's 28 points.

Damn, I love this game.

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Your win has an asterisk.

- Canadian plates shouldn't count.
- Oh, okay.

Good morning, Alice.

I don't know if you're a breakfast guy,

but I got us cheeseburgers.

Dude, it's 6:30 in the morning.

I know, two for three bucks

if you order before 7:00 a.m.,

so I didn't really have a choice.

I'm good. I'm on a strict diet

of fish, veggies and Skinnygirl popcorn.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Did you not read the e-mail?
- What e-mail?

You can't bring food in the building.
It's a secure facility.

Oh, man. Guess I should read my e-mails.

- I guess so.
- Uh...

Do you mind
if I scarf this down real quick?

- Well, hurry up.
- All right. All right.

Enjoy. Bon appétit.

Mmm.

Do you like sports?

We don't have time for
conversation. Come on, bro.

Mmm. Okay. Okay.

- Good to go.
- Wait a second.

Wait a second.
You just gonna let the other one

- go to waste?
- Oh, come on, man.

Some baby cow's mom

died to make that.

You want me to eat another burger?

Do what you gonna do, but hurry up.

This patty is really big on this one.

- Come on, Max!
- Okay, okay, okay.

- I'm trying.
- You can do it!

- I'm trying.
- You making me late.

- I know. I'm sorry.
- Come on!

- Okay.
- Hurry up, we got to get downstairs.

I've never eaten a burger

- this fast.
- Mm-hmm.

- There you go. Good job.
- Oh.

What are you doing? You said...

Oh, so you were tricking me?

That's hilarious.

No, it's super funny. I just...
I'm feeling kind of sick.

Is that part of the joke?

Yeah, it's a big part.

Hey. Morning, guys. Uh, come with me.

Captain LaFrey wants to see you right...

No. Sir, I'll take them.

Alone.

- Okay.
- Huh.

But if you run into any problems

guiding them 30 feet down the hall,

I have my cell. You call me.

Yo.

- What's up?
- What's up?

- Hi.
- Huh?

What... I'm sorry?

I'll bring you to LaFrey if you like.

- Let's go. Follow me.
- Oh. Okay.

Oh, God. Just, uh, this way.

This was taken five days ago

at King Hill Farm, where every year

they have a haunted hayride.

What's up, y'all? It's Janie.

We're about to do this haunted hayride.

I hope it's not too scary.

Help me!

The victim, Janie Quinlan,

was pulled into the woods
by an unseen force.

And since the video went viral,

the hayride has become a sensation.

I've been four times myself.

I have a discount code
I'm not allowed to share.

"SCARY20." All caps.
You can... you can use it.

Come on, man. Seriously?

You all think this video is real?

No, it's totally fake.

So let's just pretend
that we never saw the video

and give each other nicknames.

You can be Jack Fantastic.

I'll be Lil' Cupcake.

You're... Never mind,
I'm bailing on this.

No, no, no. Let's keep going.
Um, I'll be, uh, Max...

well... House. I'm bailing on this, too.

- Wait, wait, wait. Call me Swamp Cat.
- No.

Max, Leroy, I need you two
to go out there and talk

to Janie Quinlan
and find out what she remembers.

- Let's go.
- Looks like it could be

some sort of spirit orb.

"Orb" a publicity stunt.

A publicity stunt.

- Did you watch that video?
- I did.

Looked like a viral marketing campaign

for an overpriced hayride.

Oh, my God. I feel so sorry for you.

You know that's because you've
been conditioned by society

to assume the most rational
explanation, right?

And you've been conditioned
by comic books

to believe in nonsense and gobbledygook.

Okay. Fine, whatever.
We are wasting time.

We need to get to the Quinlan girl

and talk to her before
this happens to someone else.

- Let's go.
- We will. Just hold up.

I need time to digest my thoughts.

I'll let you know when I'm ready.

To digest your thoughts?

- Yes.
- Little more...

- little more time for that?
- Yeah.

- You're not helping by talking over me.
- Okay. Okay.

Yeah, sorry. Sorry, go ahead. Go ahead.

Leroy, I know that you're ready.

Oh, you know how... when I'm ready?

You know when my thoughts are digested?

- Yeah, maybe I do know.
- Oh, you-you need

- to digest your thoughts?
- Yeah, I need to digest...

- Hi, there.
- Maybe I... Hey.

- How's it going?
- What's up?

How is this going to work?

- How's what gonna work?
- This. You two.

Two months in, and you're
bickering like children.

Because there are going to
be a lot of outside forces

trying to tear you two apart,

and if you do not
communicate effectively,

your casework will suffer.

And people could get hurt.
Is that what you want?

Uh, yeah, no, um, I don't
think that's what I want.

I don't want that. I mean, uh, I think

- we're good here, though.
- I don't want that. I don...

- I mean, we... I think we got this.
- Okay.

We got this.

Guys, I've changed my mind,
okay? Swamp Cat's dead.

I want to be called Sugar Barry.

- So no more Swamp Cat?
- No.

'Cause I'm sweet like sugar
and my name's Barry.

Got it.

- What?
- Okay? Okay.

Can you believe LaFrey?

- Questioning our partnership like that?
- Not cool.

Don't ever question
my communication skills, brah.

Hey, you have great
communication skills.

- Thank you.
- And, you know, I...

I mean, I feel like

I have pretty good communication skills.

- Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Thank you for saying that.

I mean, this, this is good. Right?

I agree. Nothing stronger
than the bond between partners.

- Like solid oak.
- Like steel.

Yes, stronger
than a freaking neutron star,

the densest matter in the universe.

Mm.

Max, it's Captain LaFrey.

I've been thinking
about what we discussed earlier,

and I feel like you should be
in charge from now on.

Uh, yeah, that makes total sense.

- Don't tell Leroy.
- Cool, cool!

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, man, that was... Chet.

Ste... Chet Stetson.

Old high school buddy of mine.
Not a big deal.

He just, uh...

he just won Powerball and $9 million,

- and he...
- Damn.

Yeah. He is... very excited.

'Cause he can quit his job,
uh, as a condom maker.

He makes condoms. And he hates
condoms, too, so he's psyched.

Good deal.

She hasn't spoken
a single word in five days.

She barely eats,
refuses to go to school...

Normally, she's very social.

She's always doing
these long posts on her vlog.

We took her to the doctor,

but he said nothing was wrong.

We just don't know what to do.

She's my little girl.

Look, it's okay.
I'm gonna take care of this.

We'll take care of it.

Okay.

Janie, do you remember what happened

when you were pulled off the hayride?

Yeah, did you feel a, uh...
a rapid cooling, maybe?

- An eerie presence?
- Did you get a look at who grabbed you?

Or what grabbed you? Maybe a spirit

or an apparition of some sort?

Or a human being? A man or a woman?

What did it feel like
when the invisible force

took hold of you?

- Will you excuse me and my associate?
- Wh... You know what,

I would like to be excused
as well. Just for the record.

- What?
- You're leading her.

She's gonna say
she saw something she didn't.

Well, you're limiting her.

She's gonna feel
like she can't be honest.

Sorry, you said you guys were from...?

The National Amusement Park
Safety Board Commission. NAPSBC.

NAPSBC.

You can be honest, Janie. It's okay.

You can tell us what really happened

and you won't get in trouble.

Perculsus elevor.

Wh-What did she just say?

I don't know. Ask her to repeat it.

Me? You're the one that's...
great rapport with her.

Yeah, but she clearly prefers you.

No, no, no. Hey, Janie.

It's Max again. What's up?

I was just wondering
if, uh, you could repeat

what you just said to us. Maybe...

No!

Okay, so she's talking again.
So that's something.

Perculsus elevor.

What the hell does that mean?

Uh, it's a Latin phrase
that translates to,

"Though struck, I am raised."

Okay, I looked
at the kid's school records

and she hasn't studied Latin
a day in her life.

Ugh, I'd rather send my kid to a circus

than an American public school.

- Well, we should probably...
- Um... Well, actually, actually,

- We should we should be down there...
- what we are going to do is

we are going to get out into those woods

and look around for
any unusual spectral activity.

That is what we are doing.
Thank you. That is it.

All right, well,
this should help with that.

Thank you.

It's your standard EMF meter...

That's "electromagnetic field."
It can detect energy changes.

Um, it's commonly held
that spirits register

on the electromagnetic spectrum. Sorry.

- Cool.
- I love learning about fake stuff.

Now, here's what
we're really gonna do...

Talk to the hayride employees,

see if somebody knows something.

- Why would they talk to us?
- Oh, they'll talk.

They'll talk hard, because
they'll think we're one of them.

All right, gather round!

Now, I want to take this
as an opportunity to drop

into character, okay? Let's put
these bitches into therapy.

Let's go!

Boo.

Are you serious?

You don't know me.
You don't know my life.

Ow!

I'm so sorry. I didn't expect that.

Well, what did you expect?!

Ding, ding, ding. Got ourselves
a bleeder. He get you good?

Uh, yeah, I think it's broken.

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh, congrats, man!

It means you're doing your job well.

What about you? That was weak.

You know, I once scared
Ellen DeGeneres so bad

she dropped a loaf in her jeans.

Wonder how I did it?

- Not really.
- I do.

I internalized
my character's backstory, okay?

His murderous rage,
his syphilitic madness,

his unorthodox views on child marriage.

And when grave robbers
dug up his corpse,

he, like any disturbed corpse,

came back to haunt the living.

Okay, but, like,
do people really come here

wanting to poop their pants?

Ellen loved it. So did I.
It was a total rush.

Look, man, I don't need a backstory.

I performed seven years
at Knott's Scary Farm.

No way, you're KSF?

'99 to '06. The Golden Years.

But I want to do something
really big here, you know?

Like that viral video
last week of the girl

getting pulled off the ride.
How did you do it?

Was it a specter? Like, a spirit?

I don't know about that.
A lot of weird stuff happens

- around here.
- Well, hold on.

- Where are you going?
- Break time's over.

- We're done here.
- Well, wait a second.

I said we're done, dude!

What the hell is wrong with you?
He was about to give it up,

and then you started talking
that specter crap.

He's obviously hiding something, Leroy.

There is something in those woods.

We are heading out there now.

Is that an order, Lieutenant Jennifer?

Yeah. It is an order.

The hell was that?

I told you!

How'd it look?

Did it look real?

So real, dude. People were freaked.

Tale as old as time:

hayride workers stage accident
for publicity and monetary gain.

We need to talk about Max and Leroy.

It's really, really important.

Do you get the vibe that one
of them was maybe more into me

- than the other?
- Um, it's hard to say.

They both seem indifferent.

'Cause I'm gonna shoot straight
from the hip, kemosabe:

I live in a mostly female
retirement community,

so I'm always on the lookout
for new bros to bro-down with.

Uh, all right. Moving on.

Do you see any other folders
here labeled King Hill?

Because if I focus my efforts on one,

I run the risk of losing both.

And let's be honest,
Leroy is the big score here,

although Max is a bit more attainable.

Huh.

All right, here we go.

So, it looks like the original
owner of the property

was a lower member
of the British nobility,

Byron King.

Byron King. Where have I...

That's this guy.

AND LOOK AT THE FAMILY CREST:

"Perculsus elevor."

That's what that girl said.

What did you do?

That wasn't me.

Then what was that?

Okay, maybe that one was faked,
but you saw that girl's face.

Do you think she was lying?

Max. Buddy. This is not
a great look for you.

I mean, you're a good dude
and all, you're just, you know,

- a bit of a sucker.
- A sucker? Why?

Because I-I-I think there might
be a little more out there?

Come on, Leroy. Let's just stay
a little longer and investigate.

No way, Max.

You know what? I didn't want to do this,

but by the power vested in me
by Captain Ava LaFrey,

I, Max Jennifer, command you,

Leroy Wright, as your
superior officer...

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait.

- LaFrey told you you were in charge?
- Yeah.

She told me the exact same thing.

Are you serious?

Max! What are you doing?

Max!

- Max!
- Leroy!

Where the hell's my shoe?

Max, can you hear me?

What the hell is wrong with shoes?

Came out here with two shoes,
now I got one shoe.

It's like having no shoes!

Barry, why is your name
programmed in my phone?

Well, I-I applied a latex mold
to your thumbprint,

so I just sidestep... Look,
that's not important right now.

Listen to me. Where are you
guys? Are you okay?

Max just got dragged into
the woods by something.

Listen carefully, that property
once belonged to Byron King,

a man who hacked his entire
family to pieces with an axe

and was tracked down and killed
in those woods.

This could be an extremely
dangerous spectral event.

Or it could just be some woods.

Ugh. Da...

Damn, that's a big-ass pine cone.

- Why you screaming in my face?
- I don't know!

I thought you were a ghost or something!

Why you screaming in mine?

So you wouldn't be embarrassed
for being the only one screaming.

I was doing you a favor.

- Thanks.
- You all right?

What the hell happened?

I don't know. I got dragged out here.

There's, like, bones,
there's a grave, it's crazy.

Check out what Barry sent me.

This dude Byron King.

He was chased into the woods

by a village mob and killed?

That must be Byron King.

Someone must have hung his
corpse in that tree.

Um... Leroy, who's that?

Hello?

Hello, who are you?

Are you that little freak
from the hayride?

Hello?

EMF reader is off the charts.

Dude... I think he has an axe.

- You need to stay back.
- Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude.

Stop right there.

Don't come any closer.

Oh, damn.

I'm out.

It's Byron King.

Leroy, wait!

It's just like the hayride kid said,

any disturbed corpse haunts the living.

We got to get these bones back in there.

Max, we got to go.

Listen, I don't care who's in charge.

I'm not even asking you to believe me.

I'm just asking you to help me out.

Come on!

Just this once. As your partner.

In the grave. Come on.

You better be right about this.

Oh, man, he's coming!

It's not working!

- The lid! The lid! Put the lid on!
- What? What?

- Close it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I could do this much better
with two shoes.

I'm getting no traction on my sock-foot.

You know you carrying me back, right?

Why you laughing?

What's up, Janie Nation.
I want to thank my Janiacs

for all your strength and support

while I healed from my accident.

Seems like she's doing
a little bit better.

Got to admit, this feels pretty good.

And just so we're clear,
my ordeal was hella worse

than Crista's fake ass spinal injury.

It's like, "Bitch, we know you can walk.

Get out of the wheelchair."

Okay, feeling a little less good.

So what happened out in those woods?

Do you think that it was
Byron King's ghost

- who pulled you out there?
- Actually, I think it was

a ghost of a family member
of his who pulled us out there.

They wanted him buried again.

And so when you finally put
King's bones to rest...

It must've freed Janie
from the spirit's presence.

And by the way, your little plan

to pit us against each other?
Didn't work.

Yeah. You know why?

Because this right here...

this is a little dynamic
I like to call partnership.

- Get your hand off me.
- Yup, sorry.

Well, how disappointing.

Clearly, I had no idea what I was doing,

or who I was dealing with.

Unless you completely did

and this was your intended
outcome all along.

- Oh, my God.
- Look,

I don't know what I saw out there.

I'm just happy Janie's okay,

even if she is terrible.

What's up, sluts?

How's my slut army doing?

It's your slut lieutenant here, Janie Q.

- Any way we can unbury those bones?
- What did we do?

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