All language subtitles for The.Green.Veil.S01E01.720p.WEB.h264-BAE (2)

Abigail: I met Isabella Adsila
Sutton at the orphanage.

Her father was a bootlegger.

Abigail: Had the best
whiskey around.

And while perhaps--

Edward Boon: Gilberto,
you filthy Mexican,

get your ass out here.

Abigail:--they didn't like
the color of his skin much,

they sure did love the taste
of his drink.

Edward: Gilberto!

Abigail: Her mother,
on the other hand--

Edward: These papers,
they look like local papers.

This land's reserved for
the Mohegan Reservation--

Abigail:--was simply
a fucking boss.

Man 2: They need to grant
permission to the feds.

- They grant--
- It's not about the money.

Man 2: What did she say?

It's not about money!

Abigail: Or as the locals
called her--

- Thank you for your time.
- Abigail:--very difficult.

Abigail: The truth is
I'm not entirely certain

why any of the native girls
ended up at the orphanage.

Abigail: The snatchers
would go farm to farm--

Abigail:--and child to child.

Abigail: And there was really
nothing you could do to stop it.

Glennie Sutton: Gibby!

Gibby!

Gibby!

Glennie: Isabelle!

Please stop!

Isabelle!

No!

No, no, no!

Please!

Isabelle, Isabelle!

Stop!

Stop!

- Stop!

Please stop!

- Isa!

Glennie: Please!

The snatchers got her.

Abigail: The natives
tried to mind their own business

the best they could,

but the snatchers
always found them.

Abigail: All I can tell you
for certain,

Isabelle's first day
at the orphanage

would be my last.

Preacher: You have often heard
me refer to the church

as a tool,
a catalyst for spiritual growth.

But without a commitment
to the Lord in the home

and in the community,
the church can only do so much.

Now I know firsthand
that the Rogers' home

is a home blessed by the Lord.

Let this be a lesson in love,
selflessness,

and servitude.

The Rogers have taken
in this orphan out of an act--

Abigail: I was told
they were

"a good, American family,"
whatever that means--

Preacher: Abigail, today--

Abigail:--and that I should be
grateful for a fresh start.

Today, we baptize you
in the name of the Father--

Abigail: This part was true.

--The Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Abigail: That's why
I couldn't bring myself

to tell them that I was Jewish.

Photographer:
Let's get a nice photo.

So proud to call you a Rogers.

Welcome to the family.

Photographer: Okay, on three.

One, two, three.

Well thank you for coming down.

I really appreciate
you made the time.

Have you tasted the cake?

My husband
won't let me eat cake anymore.

My husband doesn't care.

Hmm, isn't that something?

Please thank him for me.

You didn't have to come.

I normally don't get to do this
sort of thing.

Any excuse, you know?

Kind of feels like
the old days, only--

In dresses?

Gordon Rogers: Mabel.

Come here for a second?

There's some ladies
I'd like you to meet.

I'm coming.

Your husband's an asshole.

Have a slice of cake.

And Mabel,
they're both on the town board.

They do look happy.

Abigail: Gordon Rogers,
my new father.

Abigail: He was always on edge.

Gordon Rogers: Ah, damnit.

Abigail: Seemed like he had
some shit happen to him

back in the day.

Something he kept all
bottled up, you know,

because he was a man
in the 50's,

had to exude a sense of control
or whatever.

I thank you, Jesus,

for the opportunity
to serve You.

I am grateful for family,
for profession,

and for purpose.

I'm guided by Your Word,
Your teachings,

and example always.

I pray that you continue
to give me the strength

to carry on with my mission.

Abigail: He worked
for the government,

they told me.

A secure and admirable job.

Well I'll be damned.

Abigail: I didn't really know
what that meant,

but I wasn't allowed
to ask questions.

Gordon: Well, Larry,
the way I see it

a bit of press
isn't all that bad.

Abigail: Neither was his wife.

Gordon: Yeah--yeah,
the way I see it,

the way I see it.

Mabel?

Mabel, can--can...

Okay, I think it lends a bit
of legitimacy to the appellation

that's a bit of believability
to the fact

that these invasions--that these
invasions are real.

Larry : Well,
that'd be true

just the fact
that they are real.

There's--there's no reason
to get hysterical, okay?

I mean, nobody cares.

What do you--what do you mean,
what do I mean?

I mean that nobody cares
about these people.

Oh, oh, very funny.

Very funny, Larry.

Why don't you pop one of your
wife's happy pills and relax

'cause I got this handled.

Eggs?

Abigail: Thank you.

Mabel Rogers: That was some
morning phone call.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, Larry is all bent
out of shape,

because there's some headline
in the newspaper.

Hey, hey,
elbows off the table.

You always have your elbows
on the table.

Mabelline,
can you please talk to her?

We shouldn't do that.

Well I'll be.

Abigail: Now, let me tell you
something about aliens.

It's just a bunch of hysteria
to keep the housewives busy.

Alien invasion
not but two towns over.

Is this the headline Larry
was talkin' about?

Gordon: Uh, uh, uh, Mabelline,
classified.

I'll be.

Now I'll have you know I don't
believe in aliens, Gordo.

- Damnit, Mabelline.
- Please, don't start.

We're having a nice morning.

Abigail, we're--we're a family,
not some halfway home,

so I'd appreciate it if you
show me the same kindness

that I've shown you,
because you're my daughter,

and I'm your...?

Come on, I'm your...?

- Just--
- I'm your?

I don't feel comfortable yet.

That should be OK
with you, right?

These things take time?

Trust and all?

Right?

Gordon: I--I shall patiently
wait for you,

because it's on your time,
Abigail.

All on your time.

So until then
I'll just continue to house you,

feed you,
provide for you,

because that's what
a provider does.

He provides.

He provides, provides, provides.

P-R-O-V-I-D-E.

You can call him "dad"
once in a while.

He's a sensitive fellow.

And don't repeat that, though.

You girls be good now.

- Be good, Mabel.
- Bye-bye now.

- Bye-bye now.

- This is an abomination.

Now don't say that.

He makes us stand here
like prized poodles every day.

There are certain things
we ladies need to do.

Abigail: My new mother.

Abigail: Mabelline Rogers.

She used to fly planes
during the war.

Abigail: Now she's
a happy housewife.

Mabel: She just doesn't fit in.

Like she's constantly
judging me.

- Mabel: I know I sound silly.

It's just--just not--

--not what I expected.

No, Gordon just showed up
with her.

What was I supposed to do?

- Mabel: Hi Bob.
- Bob: Hi Mabel!

- Gordon: Ah!

Ah.

- Gordon: Oh god.

Man : We thank thee
for the privilege

of living as free men
in a country

which respects our freedom,

and our personal rights
to worship and think--

Mabelline,
dinner was just swell tonight.

- Absolutely delicious.
- Mabel: Well, thank you.

You know,
I've--I've been thinking.

Been thinking what if--what if
we just started praying

before dinner, huh?

Mabel: Hm.

- Gordon: Right?
- Mabel: Mm.

I mean, my mother would make us
pray all the time.

And a fight was to be had
unless--unless you gave thanks.

She said it gave us consistency,
yeah.

Who knows?

Man : Most of all,
dear Lord--

Gordon: I just never
imagined it.

Imagine Mr. Cox is walking
his dog and he looks over

and he sees the Rogers,
all three of us,

even Abigail,
praying over our meal

all framed up nicely
to the dining room window.

"Hey,
now there's an enviable family."

- Hi, ya hungry?

Weiner : Looking for a
tempting treat?

Hold on,
until I absorb some heat.

Some added tang
might please you too.

I'll slid
into an over-fresh bun.

And I'm ready
for your eating fun.

Announcer : Why don't you
try a juicy, good hot dog?

- Mm, delicious.

Abigail: It wasn't the picture
of the crop circle

that had Mabelline spooked.

Abigail: It was the pictures
of the missing.

Mabel: Oh, my God.

Abigail: And as much
as she tried

to shake it off that night,
she just couldn't.

Mabel: I wish you didn't have to
work on a Saturday.

Gordon: I know, honey,
I--I have a case to close.

You girls be good, though.

Be good bonding time
for both of you.

Bye-bye now.

Looked like a falling star.

It was red
and kind of comin' down.

I just was fascinated,
I wasn't afraid.

Well, it looked--was
shaped like a pie.

I could see the front of it.

I just saw the round front
and I see the light

on either side.

Mabel: "Edward Boon."

What were you up to?

Good afternoon,
Rogers' residence.

- Gordon : It's me.
- Gordo, hi.

Look--look I'm--I'm not gonna
make it for dinner tonight.

Um, I--I still gotta crack
this case and whatnot.

Which case?

Gordon : But I'll be
there before midnight.

I'll see you then.

And maybe I can
make it up to you.

I gotta go.

Okay, bye.

Mabel: Sweetheart, I'm gonna be
running some errands

with Mrs. Anderson.

Abigail: Right now?

Gordo's working late
and the moment seemingly

presented itself.

I mean,
if you get hungry

you can--there's some leftovers
in the middle shelf

of the fridge.

You can choose between
the brisket or the sausage.

Abigail: What type of errand?

Mrs. Anderson
has a hair appointment.

I completely forgot.

- Okay?
- Abigail: Okay.

Okay, goodbye.

- Hi, Bob.

Still watering I see.

Very good.

I'm just off to Mrs. Anderson's.

Radio host: We have
The Taylor Broadcast:

The U.S. news
and world report article.

The transcripts
of our conversations

with leading scientists
and engineers.

Nearly all these observers
are in agreement

on the color of the object.

It's a metallic color, they say.

Woman : Well,
I think there's more to it

than meets the eye,
and I think it's more serious

than what they're writing about.

Man : I have
a confidence that something

on that order makes sense.

Radio Host:--to summarize
the data

we've been able to gather.

Sorted out the points
of agreement and disagreement,

among those who claim
to have seen the flying saucers.

Joe: I know you.

Oh, I know you.

And I know exactly
what you're looking--

Sir, I believe there's been
a misunderstanding.

I--I'm married,
but my husband--

Ma'am, you're a believer.

I sees it in your eyes.

You know, I--I sees it.

Oh, don't be shy.

I'm--I'm one of us.

Well, uh, come on then.

You want the full tour
we best get started.

Mabel: Oh, oh,
I didn't know there was a tour.

How much is it?

It's, uh--it's a nickel a tour,
ma'am.

That's mighty expensive,
isn't it?

Now then, right this way.

Mabel: My husband should really
be here any minute.

- He knows exactly where I am.
- Ah, well, isn't that lovely?

Now this is, uh,
Mr. Sutton's whiskey refinery.

Whiskey refinery?

That's interesting.

Joe: Best whiskey
this side of the Hudson.

Anyone will tell ya that.

Do you happen to know anything
about his wife,

Glennie, I think her name was?

Joe: Uh, she was a native.

Anything else?

Oh, uh, they had that little
Indian hut over there.

This way, please.

Oh, no, ma'am, that's--um,
that's not part of the tour.

Why not?

Do you wanna be cursed forever?

Joe: No, ma'am, I--I can't
allow a perfectly fine lady

such as yourself to be under
the spell of those people.

No, no, ma'am.

This way, please.

Joe: Ma'am, this way.

Glennie: I ask you today
for something that shall affect

13 generations to come:

- Our daughter

Bring my baby home.

Bring my baby home.

Joe: Now, be rest assured
this is perfectly safe.

The authorities have assessed
this area,

and have given myself,
JTT Inc.,

that's Joe's Tours
Terrestrials Incorporated,

the rights to
these here showings,

but--but I must warn you:

What you're about to see has
caused some to go into shock,

faint, cry, hyperventilate.

Why?

Are you prepared to see
the very spot they were taken?

I mean, you made decline,
and I shall not judge.

I'm ready, thank you.

I give you
The Sutton Farm Abduction.

That's really something,
isn't it?

Joe: It's a classic saucer.

You can tell
from the circular shape.

Joe: This is a case closed.

We'll never see
the Suttons again.

Well I'll be.