All language subtitles for The Spiderwick Chronicles (2024) - S01E02 - The Field Guide to the Fantastical World Around You.ro

Welcome to Spiderwick.

Once we clean this up,
this'll be great.

And I know we can all use
a fresh start.

Lemondrop and Jeffrey
are missing.

I heard something in the house.

A possum, I think.
Maybe it ate them.

Lucinda is my favorite
person ever.

Institutionalized Aunt Lucinda?

Little Miss, you must leave.

Spiderwick is dangerous.

It's all real.

-My dread Lord Mulgarath...
-Shh.

Arthur Spiderwick's Field Guide
will soon be ours.

Mom said the apple is poison.

Not if you prepare it correctly.

-Drink.
-Are you crazy,
Lucinda?

Boo!

Lucinda was telling the truth.

Arthur knew.
These-these creatures are real!

We came here to see Dr. Brauer
and that's what we're gonna do.

Let's go.

Hi, Dr. Brauer.

I asked my daughter
to fetch us a snack.

She makes an exquisite
charcuterie plate.

I'm feeling rather peckish.

Sorry if we, uh,
interrupted dinner.

Your mom is very concerned
about you.

Especially considering your
Great-Aunt Lucinda's history.

Here you go, Lucinda.

Tell me, then,
what kind of creature

is lurking inside Spiderwick?

Is it an elf? Sprite?

Nixie? Pixie?

Goblin? Gargoyle?

Griffin? Troll?

Ooh! Maybe it's, uh,
a mean old ogre?

Why'd you say ogre?

Your mom said that you came
across a drawing of sorts?

May I see it?

Ooh.

You know a lot of creatures.

Well, this town
is full of stories.

Manchineel tea is useful
for fighting ogres.

Just a few drops.

Stir with forefinger.

Clockwise.

Thumb tucked.

Pinky all the way out.

-I know
what you're doing.
-I'm making conversation.

Indulging me.

You think I'm manipulating you?

I know you're manipulating me.

Wow.

You've been through
a lot of therapy, haven't you?

Do you believe in fairies?

May I see that page?

-You're not nearly as smart
as the others.

Or understanding.

Small-town therapist.

Not even a couch, man.

You really think
that you could help me?

I can only help you
if you help me.

-Okay.
-You don't like that much, huh?

You've heard that before,
it hasn't changed anything.

I'm sure you're tired
of being doubted.

Untrustworthy. Irredeemable.

You own a thesaurus.
How vintage, dude.

Being smart isn't going to solve
your problems.

You'll still be you.

Why do you hate
being you, Jared?

Ah. Well done, my darling.

Daddy.

Help.

Lucinda's missing
from the hospital.

We have to find her.

-Kids?

Come down! All hands on deck!

We need flashlights, blankets.

I packed our camping gear
somewhere.

-We camp?
-We camped.

This box is cookbooks.

I've got book books.

Children's toys?

There's a night-light, I think.

Mom, I really think
we should go with you.

No, I-I need you
to stay here with Jared.

He's stayed by himself plenty.

Your brother's having
an episode.

-Yeah, that's un-shocking.
-This is different.

He says he saw a creature.

Like Aunt Lucinda?

Jared is in
a very precarious place.

He must be heard without
judgment or contradiction.

-He needs you.
-Yeah, well, we should tell Dad.

It's hard to help from Brooklyn.

I mean, he could be supportive.

He's probably just
getting out of rehearsal now.

We have all the support
we need right here.

We'll find Lucinda. I promise.

While we're gone, I invoke
Grace family rule number one.

Yes. We won't be d-bags,
I promise.

I swear,
you two are the bestest.

-Okay, Mom.

Order a pizza, put on
Demon Slayer, clean this up.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you for letting
Calliope stay.

Our pleasure.

Okay, what manner of crap

is that sentient turd
unleashing now?

Jared?

Is that you in the attic?

We can hear you, dummy.
Come down.

Maybe we should go up?

There's one. In the peonies.

-I don't
see anything.
-Look closer.

Fae are all around us.

They use glamour spells,

turn invisible or shape-shift,

conceal themselves from humans.

Why do they hide?

Some are frightened of us.

Others we ought to be
frightened of.

My Field Guide will help us
know them.

Are they ally or imp or enemy?

We must learn
how to see them, Luce.

Don't move.

It's right there.

What are you filming?

Don't look at me with that face
in your voice.

This is proof.

You see how the dust
floats around it?

What are you two losers saying?

You made it go away, dumbass.

-Made what go away?
-You heard the film.

I think our great-great-grandpa
Arthur Spiderwick discovered

that magical creatures are real.

You put in an extra "great."

Whoa.

What is this thing?

The page I found
was from this book.

This Field Guide thing.

It fits.

What's on the other pages?
Why were they ripped out?

I thought I saw something, too.

It was just an insect
that I had never seen before.

You probably saw some kind
of local varmint or something.

It wrote me a message.

"Click-clack, watch your back."

Classy varmint.
Rhyming in couplets.

You grew up here.

Do you know what
Arthur Spiderwick was doing?

I don't know.
He's like the bogeyman.

Kids have been coming here
for years,

daring each other
to spend the night

without losing their teeth.

Their teeth fell out?

Please tell me that that was
Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

It's not Simon's stupid mice.

I told you that there's
something in this house with us.

I don't know what it is,
but I know we can catch it.

-Everybody get a map?
-Yeah.

Lucinda Spiderwick has been
missing for two hours now.

We'll split up.

Dale will go toward Route 75,

I'll head south
toward the Claire River.

Anything we need to know
about your patient, Dr. Brauer?

For our own safety?

Uh, Lucinda's probably scared,

confused, doesn't know
who or where she is,

so approach with caution.

If you do find her,
just let her know

that you're there to help.

I just want to add--
hi, everyone.

I'm Lucinda's niece Helen.

I appreciate seeing
all of you here

and the whitefish casseroles
you all sent.

Lucinda isn't dangerous.

She is kind and gentle
and loves disco and nature

and is probably just out
picking flowers.

Peonies, because they represent
healing and, uh...

I-I really appreciate this,
and I-I know

I've already said that,
but I-I really do.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Let's get moving.

Let's go!

We need to set traps
all around the house

to catch this little creature.

Put just a little...

Yep.

-Okay.
-I think we got it.

-Hey.

Don't forget your maps
and, everyone, please be safe.

I'll catch up
with you two later.

Jared!

If it steps in the flour,

we'll be able to follow
its footprints.

-Ah. Okay.

-You want to go? Okay.
-Oh, yeah?

Guys.

:
Okay.

Jared.

Hey, Jared.

Is, uh, is that
the little door we saw?

I was checking out
the town's history,

and during the Firefly Festival,
they set up

a live feed of downtown
to see if anyone can...

spot a fairy.

Henson is a whole vibe.

You got flour
on your favorite hoodie.

-It'll stain.
-Yeah.

Calliope and I
were just messing around.

You don't always have
to be so nice, Simon.

Please, take
your jealous pants off.

But they match my shoes.

Okay.

Tell me the part
you aren't saying.

It's not just this little
creature thing.

When I was at Dr. Brauer's,

I thought I saw
Great-Aunt Lucinda.

He's her therapist.

No, I-I looked at Calliope,

and then I-I blinked
and Calliope was Lucinda.

Just for a sec, and then...

not.

Hmm.

It was probably
just a reflection.

No, no, it was her. Ish.

I don't know, it felt like
Lucinda was reaching out to me,

like she needed my help.

She does. I mean, she's missing.

This is more than just finding
her, Simon, it's saving her.

If we can find this creature
that I know I saw,

we can prove that Lucinda
isn't crazy.

Right. Which would mean
you're not crazy?

You don't believe me.

I don't get flour on
my fave hoodie for just anyone.

You're my brother.
I'm here for you.

I love you.

Creatures exist,
and I'll prove it.

Wild peonies.

-Lucinda's favorite.
-I don't think she's been
around here.

-These are all deer tracks.
-Rabbit tracks.

Broken dogwood shrub.

Yeah, from a rabbit.

I've hunted my whole life.

Have you? So have I.

It's not Lucinda,
so let's get going.

What's your beef
with me, Dr. Brauer?

No beef, I'm just concerned
about the whereabouts

-of my patient.
-No, you're concerned

with covering your own ass for
putting us all in direct danger.

Psychiatric patients
won't lower the property values.

Oh, until something bad happens.

Then maybe the state
will finally take our proposal

to shut down
the Meskwaki Hospital seriously.

You're trying to use this
as evidence

to shut down the hospital?

You want to blame someone?

Blame me.

I saw Lucinda
for the first time in decades.

I said something,
I-I did something to...

How'd you get those scratches?

She didn't mean to hurt me.

That makes it worse.
And it's a deer track.

Huh.

Hey, Yalda.

Billion dollar idea here.

Move the cereal
closer to the milk.

Genius.

I'm sensing sarcasm.

You are a clerk, Hubert.
Be a clerk.

Look how much milk
we're throwing out.

The cereal is seven
and a half aisles away,

if you count
the hummus display.

People are dim.

Put the moo juice
and the Cheerios together

and...
magic.

They put the milk and the cereal
across the store

because they want people
to walk past all the crap

they don't want
and make an impulse buy.

Such a waste.

You know what they say?

"No use crying over spilt milk"?

-Mind your own dumb business.

That's not an expression.

Ma'am, are you okay?

Where are the bloom-dow-cheek'd
peaches?

The swart-headed mulberries?
The bright-fire-like-barberries?

I don't know what that is,
but Sumo Oranges are in season.

Not 40 years ago, there was
a vast field right here

with knee-high wild grass.

Where is it?

Where is the Goblin Market?

Hmm.

Hmm...

Whoa.

Lady Spiderwick. It's an honor.

I don't...

recognize your face.

Humans encroach deeper
into faery,

so we must hide ourselves.

My truth is concealed
under this glamour.

Your breath
smells like Hot Pockets.

Because they're delicious.

I don't have time to waste.

I need to purchase a favor.

I need to find
the Goblin Market.

Mallory! Did you set it up yet?

Okay.

Hey, how we doing?

Just set Mom's computer
in the third hallway.

You know, the one
with the water stain

that looks like
the Thanos butt chin?

And if you go through my photos,

I will eliminate you
in every timeline.

Calliope?

Be right there.

Are you coming?

All set.

Virtual meetings
increased isolation

and the sale of sweatpants,
but on the plus side,

we can also use it to make
a banging surveillance system.

Hold on-- Jared!

Hey.

Simon texted me about Lucinda.

-It's fine. I'm-I'm fine.
-That means you're not.

You have to tell
Simon the truth.

You know why I can't.

No, I-I know
why you say you can't.

I called because I know
what your aunt means to you.

-That's all.
-Thanks for calling.

-I'll talk to you later.

Ow. Hey.

I, uh, I have news.

I just got a call,
Lucinda was spotted

at Nielsen's Food Mart,

so we should head
in that direction.

This is great.

Mal. Mal.

We have to find out
who did this.

The camera didn't catch
who set the fire.

Need your help.

Mallory!

Mallory!

You are too fixed.

All your plans are set in stone.

I cannot teach you,
Mallory Grace.

Maybe we should try WD-40?

If you put WD-40 in my hair,

I will gladly get tried
as an adult.

I can't believe you would
do this just because I wouldn't

-play your stupid game, Jared.
-It wasn't me.

These knots are way too tight.

It has to be whatever set
the fire.

-It's the creature.
-The Internet says to use

apple cider vinegar?

Maybe Mom packed some.

-I think we have to cut it.
-No.

-I think it's the only way--
-I said no!

Why are you so mad at me?

Because the fencing maestro
called me untrainable.

Your mediocrity isn't
my problem, Mallory.

Please. I was tops in Brooklyn
before you made us move.

Standing in the shallow end
of the talent pool

makes you look large, huh?

You could just say sorry.

I didn't do it!

How could you mess
with my hair, Jared?

Of all things, my hair?

I mean, you know how much time
goes into this.

Every Sunday, sitting
on the floor for hours

so Mom can oil my hair
and put it in pigtails

while I was growing it out.

Kids made so much fun of me
for wearing those pigtails.

Relentless.

But it's all worth it

when I take my fencing mask off
after a victory

and my hair spills out.

Like a warrior queen.

Oh, my God. No!

Who would do this?

Why?

I'm gonna get something
to clean this up.

Tell me their names.

Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

-Which one is which?
-Jeffrey is the one that looks

like a human resources manager.

Mm.

Dear Lemondrop and Jeffrey...

It's hard to believe
that you're gone.

We wish you were still here
to eat bugs

or clean your whiskers...

Maybe we just wish
you were still here.

We will always remember
the way that you played,

and the way
that you brought comfort

when we were lonely or sad.

Thank you, Lemondrop.
Thank you, Jeffrey.

You were good mice.

That was beautiful.

I've been to enough funerals.

You still have flour
on your face.

Do you believe in fairies?

No.

So, you think Jared killed them?

If I were you, I'd be furious.

Jared can be a jerk,
but he can also be fun.

You know, he's never not
doing something wrong.

Yeah.

He stirs pots
and I have to unstir.

Sucks having to hide
who you are.

They were good mice.

Is Tanner really trying
to shut down the hospital?

Oh, somebody's been trying

to shut down Meskwaki
since it opened 150 years ago.

People are uncomfortable
with emotions

-they can't comprehend.
-Yeah.

I got a lot of stares
when I said we were moving here

-for the hospital.
-Mm.

You've been going
through so much.

Divorce. The move.

I know things have been
tough for Jared.

Thank you for giving him
a chance.

Mm.

You know, uh,
I've lived here a long time.

A very long time.

What was the word
Jared used, uh...?

I'm vintage.

-Yeah, I have studied this town.

Call it an occupational hazard.

The one thing I can tell you,

these people are superficial,
petty, jealous monsters.

And Dan Ryba doesn't
pick up his dog's poop.

-Mm?
-Mm.

Alex Gallinson steals
Kelly Saldua's Internet.

Becca Hall signed up
to get adult braces

so she can sleep
with Dr. Beasley,

who's currently having
an affair with Nannette Lee,

Jennifer Miller
and Jennifer Miller.

So, Jennifer and Jennifer
are two people

with the same last name?

The '80s.

We all have our secrets.
Some are darker than others.

You know, I heard whisperings

that Tanner Kent
murdered his wife.

No, he didn't.

These people are no better
than Lucinda, Jared,

you, me...

We're all just trying.

Guys, come here.
I have something.

I found a reflection
of our arsonist.

I used Mom's credit card to buy
a hacked NASA computer program

from some dude in Prague
named Lobo

that can render the picture

and show us
who started the fire.

Uh, I-I didn't do it.
I swear.

That's you right there.

Maybe it's a glitch
in the camera.

Or maybe it's the creature.

Come on.

Using Mom's credit card,
setting fires,

tying my hair to the bannister,

freezing Lemondrop and Jeffrey
to death is your oeuvre!

I didn't do anything wrong.

We're stuck in this nowhere town

in this tragic house
because of you.

Everything awful that happens
in this family

can't all be my fault.

Simon?

Tell them it wasn't me.

Tell them.

Wow.

One thing I already love
about Henson is the sky.

We could never see so many stars
from the light pollution.

Aren't you sick of this?
'Cause I'm sick of this.

You know, this is like that time

that we shaved our heads
for lice and you started

that GoFundMe
for cancer treatment

because Mom wouldn't get you
some Pokémon?

Bakugan.

Why can't you,
for once in your life,

just admit what you did
and apologize?

You really think I could
kill Lemondrop and Jeffrey?

It's not just me.

I don't care what Mallory
or that girl think.

But, Simon...
you really think I'd hurt you?

See? I told you.
I told you.

Jared.

-Dude, what the hell?
-It's usually a book

that activates a secret passage.

How to Build a Secret Passage.

Maybe it's this one?

Whoa. Holy crap.

Come on.

Excuses, excuses.
You think I care.

Newsflash-- I actually
never cared once.

You want me to pretend
that I'm happy--

Thimbletack, I need you
to snap out of it.

-Snap out of it, now.
-...and everything
is all rainbows

and celebratory cheese puffs?

Why are you being so contrary?

You know I hate that!

I think you're a bad friend.

-No. No.
-A terrible friend.

How the hell is this happening?

Oh, I didn't know
you guys were here.

Great-Aunt Lucinda?

I'm Jared.

That's Simon.
We're Helen's children.

Mulgarath is a deceiver.

A shape-shifter.
He could be anyone.

Everyone.
Can't trust a soul.

Who is Mulgarath?

The dreaded cur.

I hid my father's notes
on ogres here

so I could defeat him,
but I can't find the page.

Because Jared burnt it.

I told you I didn't.

Hey, wait, wait!

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay, it's okay.
Please. It's okay.

The boy isn't lying.

No fairy can tolerate iron.

You're human enough.

What does this ogre
want from you?

This is the only bestiary
of its kind.

My father catalogued
each and every creature

of the invisible world.

Their strengths and weaknesses,
how to find them.

The information was
too valuable to destroy,

so to protect the
Field Guide from Mulgarath,

I tore out the pages
and hid them all around Henson.

Where are they now?

I remember
there were 86 pages.

I know this because
that's precisely

three times my age
which I thought was lucky

since we all know
three is a magic number.

How old do you think you are?

I'm 25, obviously.

Eight-six divided
by three, right?

Let's call my mother.

I'm not crazy.

I think I-I asked her
to eliminate the memories.

Asked who? To do what?

That's Thimbletack.

He used to be a great help,
a dear friend, poor thing.

He's a furiously broken
boggart now.

There's one.
In the peonies.

I don't see anything.

Look closer.

Fae are all around us.

They use glamour spells

or turn invisible
or shape-shift,

conceal themselves from humans.

Why do they hide?

Some are frightened of us.

Others we ought to be
frightened of.

My Field Guide
will help us know them.

Are they ally or imp or enemy?

Oh, children,

I tried to protect you
from the ogre's wrath,

but I forgot my father's lesson.

Hopefully,
I did one thing right.

The pages are in hidden vaults
all over Henson,

marked by Nazars--

protective totems
against evil fae.

Some are plain to see.
Others obfuscated.

Each vault has a unique,
magic puzzle you must solve

in order to open it
and procure the page within.

Find the pages.

Put Spiderwick's Field Guide
back together.

-Mulgarath consumes.

If he gets the Field Guide,
he'll use the information

to kill everyone in Henson

and-and control all the...
the magical creatures

my father found.

And it will all be my fault.

I thought I saw you earlier,
at Dr. Brauer's.

Sounds like you saw a portent.

Is that a good or bad thing?

It's neither nor.

Fairies operate
with numinous logic.

I don't know
what "numinous" means.

That's the thing.

No one does.

No one will ever believe us.

It's lonely when they think
you're crazy

and you know you're not.

It sucks.

Mm-hmm.

Jared, you can't tell
or trust anyone.

Thimbletack will help,
should his tantrums cease.

But I procured a treasure
from the Goblin Market.

A Hot Pocket?

Oh, sorry. That's for me.

It's the key to everything.

You have to help
save everyone, Jared.

I'm... I'm just a kid.

That's why you can succeed.

Thank God you're okay.

-Mom's home.
-Mom.

Mom...

:
Simon...

Sorry I gave you a fright,

but necessity dictated action.

I think that's enough
excitement for one night.

I should take you
back to the hospital

so you can get some rest.

Yeah.

Sorry, Little Miss.

Sorry for all
the troubles to come.

No one should have
to endure such pain.

Remember the lessons
I taught you.

Let's go.

I wasn't sure back
at Spiderwick.

You seemed so human.

You've gotten quite good
at shape-shifting.

But when I got in the car,

I smelled the dank
and pungent woods...

...and I knew it was you,
Mulgarath.

That's rude.

It's been a long time, Lucinda.

A long time to think
and plot and plan.

And I assume you're
the living portent

who made it seem
like my nephew set fire

to the ogre page?

What kind of beast are you?

The death-some kind.

Do you know how long
I've been trying to get you?

I once spent an entire year

disguised as an emotional
support dog.

A corgi named Sir Barks-A-Lot
with tiny, useless legs.

And still, I failed as you hid

behind iron and enchantments.

You made a grave error
leaving the safety

of your antiseptic hospital.

I had to warn them about you.

Well, they are your blood.
I'd be staggered if you didn't.

But we can't have that
happening again now, can we?

Not when I'm this close
to getting the Field Guide.

I can't tell you how
or where to get the pages

because I don't know.

I had it all wiped
from my memory

just so I wouldn't be able
to tell you a damned thing.

You know what that makes you?

A sharp thorn.

Useless.