All language subtitles for The Spiderwick Chronicles (2024) - S01E04 - Tastes Like Chicken.ro

Do you know what
Arthur Spiderwick was doing?

-He was like the boogeyman.
-Please tell me

that that was
Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

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

I know we can catch it.

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

Psychiatric patients won't
lower the property values.

Well, until
something bad happens.

Then maybe the state will
finally take our proposal

to shut down
the Meskwaki Hospital seriously.

Mallory came back.

But like you said,
she lacks her aunt's passion.

Keep her on a string
and be brutal.

We must be ready
for the coming fight.

I have to enter
this competition.

Bree and Valentina

have some secret plan to use me

so Bree can win this tournament.

Find the pages,

put Spiderwick's
Field Guide back together.

You found a Field Guide page?

I am so proud of you.

Mulgarath.

Heh. It's go time.

Impact.

Okay.

Hate stairs.

Oh, hey.

Jared. Simon.

Oh, so nice to finally meet you.

I was not gonna

stab you with these scissors.

No, these are just for, uh,

trimming loose
comforter threads.

You're welcome.

You're gonna tell us
how to stop Mulgarath,

and put Spiderwick's
Field Guide back together,

you annoying piece of...

This is one sad sight.

The shuddersome ogre Mulgarath
doing paperwork.

We have to keep up appearances

now that Jared Grace
knows the truth.

Foiled by an errant cruller.

It was an oatmeal raisin
molasses cookie.

It was a mistake.

Here, you want to help me? Okay?

Find Samuel Fackelmayer's
5-40 patient intake form, okay?

You need to eat
something substantial.

What?

Healthy, non-GMO organic human.

Who's that?

We have a guest.

Hey.

-Stacy, good morning.
-Mm.

No, bad morning.

My baby Rhode Island Red,
Cordelia,

hasn't laid an egg in days.

She won't wake up.

Whatever you planted
in your yard,

it's poisoning everything.

I'm mulching.

-Oh, you're mulching?
-Mm-hmm.

Jennifer Miller said
her prized pluots

have all withered on the tree.

Jennifer Miller buys her pluots

at Nielsen's
and lies about them.

Oh, my God.

I notified waste management,

Homeowners' Association
President Tanner Kent

and local news personality
Chip Williams.

He's a dear friend. We play
pickleball every Tuesday.

He got an earful
in the kitchen this week.

Look, I'm going
to take care of it.

Thank you so much
for letting me know,

and I-I deeply regret

any discomfort that dear
Cordelia has gone through,

but right now, I-I really
must get back to work.

I know we've had our neighborly
squabbles of late,

but I do appreciate your effort.

I really do.

And I promise you,

I... I did not do that
to your front door.

This neighborhood
used to have values.

Don't feel your feelings.

Eat them.

What are you doing out here?

I asked you first.

You go.

You look like
you're making a $30 brunch

at a hipster coffee shop.

Yeah, okay. Well, I think
that Thimbletack is a frugivore.

They eat berries,
morels and thistle.

I don't know,
it's weird though, 'cause...

the leaves
are falling super early.

The flowers are dying, too.

Stop being so nice
to that thing.

It killed your mice.

It broke my arm.

It was about to stab me
with scissors.

If you lost your best friend,
you'd be upset, too.

Show some compassion.

Okay? Mulgarath killed Lucinda.

Yeah, and I left
a little warning

so everyone can know
what Dr. Brauer really is.

No, Jared, if you poke a bear,
it'll bite your whole head off.

Who's blowing up your phone?

It's Calliope.
She wants to talk.

Don't be such a simp, dude.

I don't know.
I mean, she seems nice.

You can't trust these creatures.

We need Thimbletack
to help us stop Mulgarath,

find the pages
and save everyone.

He's not a damn pet.

He's a prisoner.

You two got up
early this morning.

Oh, Jared,
Dr. Brauer called for you.

Anything I ought to know about?

Yeah, he's an ogre.

You say that
about every therapist.

You called Dr. Malone
an Amuse Douche.

Mm-hmm.

And Dr. Peyton
an Amuse Douche Two, The Sequel.

-Yes.
-Mm.

Mom, my registration

for the Firefly
Fencing Invitational,

it's-it's not online yet.

I don't control
the Internet, sweetie.

Okay, but the deadline is today,

and if I'm not registered,
I can't kick Bree's ass.

Try and remember it's a game.

That's what parents say
to kids who aren't very good.

-Hey.
-You know, you can have
two broken arms.

I'll resubmit the forms again.

Okay, because
if I win this meet,

Valentina will have to train me
and then I'll be back on track.

College. Olympics. Paris.

Wow, you just can't wait
to get away from us, huh?

No, Jared.

Just you.

Try to remember why you started
fencing in the first place.

Yeah, I know. Lucinda's story
about Long-Worm, whatever.

You mean Lorengorm?

-Yeah, him.
-Come on.

-Mom read us
the story every night.
-Mm-hmm.

You know,

"The yilty burong Lorengorm

was the last
good knight of the Elves."

"The Ogre King came toring storm

"to tear asunder
the kragedon frollip.

"With a sword of peach
and heffelee,

"Lorengorm cut him down.

The best lolliroost
cheered and danced..."

Come on.

"For I am
the yilty burong Lorengorm,

"and I will fight thee valiantly

'til victorious mintheral day."

Yeah, Mallory!

-Whoo!
-Yeah!

Did you weirdos rescue a stray?

Um, it's probably
just the pipes.

-Hello.
-Yeah, yeah, the pipes.

Hey. What are you kids
up to today?

Just the usual.

Willful destruction of property,

assorted shenanigoats.

Yeah, so, uh,
don't come upstairs.

-Love you. Bye.
-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

Still no registration, Mom.

Ask the yilty burong Lorengorm.

- Thanks.
-Mm-hmm.

Where's the skillet?

We creature-proofed it

to keep the nasties out

and our little pest in.

Yup.
Lucinda called it a boggart.

Apparently it's
an angry brownie.

I drank an angry brownie once.

It gave me explosive diarrhea.

Dude.

Shall we?

No, no, no.
How did he get out?

Wait.

When I get out of here,

I'm gonna hide
all your matching socks.

How do you like that?

Sneaky son of a bitch.

I don't know why Lucinda
thought he could help us.

Because we were
the closest of close.

Best friends for forever.

Why do you think I've been
so stabby and so awful?

Because without Lucinda,
my rage is colossal.

She was generous and faithful,

and you Graces are just
ever so ungraceful.

He has bars like an '80s rapper.

Ah! I hate rhyming.

It's a brownie/boggart obsession

that gives me great... sadness.

Bet you guys thought
I was gonna say "depression."

Didn't you? Well, I didn't,
frickin' flesh-puppies.

Are you gonna keep him?

I could get ten racks
for him on the dark web.

Using Firefox to hide cookies
from your parents

is not the dark web.

Lucinda said to find the pages

and put the Field Guide
back together.

We can't let Mulgarath get it.

Okay, listen up,
you freakish hairless giants,

you've got it all wrong.
Lucinda's alive.

Somewhere.
I have to help save her, but...

I'm-I'm sort of slightly

very m-morbidly petrified

of leaving the safety
of Spiderwick.

Aw. I think he's agoraphobic.

Little man's messed up like us.

He's nothing like us.

Look, if Lucinda's out there,
shouldn't we try to help her?

Lucinda is dead.

He's using you

and you're too nice to notice.

If he doesn't want
to help us find the pages...

...then I guess he can just
stew in here forever.

Come on, let's get out of here.

If Lucinda is really out there,

help us find her.

Please.

Okay, truce.

For Lucinda.

Hey.

Thanks, I will come in.

I thought we were just sparring.

We're training
a little differently today.

Working on your motivation.

Hello, ladies.

Hi, Ms. Grace. I'm Bree Kent.

I think you know my dad, Tanner.

Oh, yes.
Henson's number one realtor.

You've seen the ad.

It's on every bench in town.

Well, Mallory and I hoped
we could have some people over.

Nothing big.

I wanted
to introduce her around.

Well, I-I think, uh,

some light to moderate
socialization sounds perfect.

Great. Come on.

Kids used to come to Spiderwick
to party all the time.

Yes. Okay, try these.

Hey, so I saw a photo

of Valentina
with a young Lucinda,

but the maestro looked
the same exact age she is now,

which obviously is impossible.

So was it her mother
or what's going on?

What's Valentina's issue
with me?

Uh, Valentina thinks
you're talented.

But tragically uptight.

When was the last time

you had a for real party?

Mmm, watching Love Island

with friends over Zoom
doesn't count.

Okay. I'm focused.

You're a proficient fencer,

but there's no passion
in your game.

So desperate to win.
Where's your fun? Huh?

I also needlepoint.

It's summer.

Let's have a good time.

There's gonna be hot boys

and hot girls,

and one hot non-binary person,

but I think they're boo'd up.

Now get your butt over here.

Oh, no, I don't do makeup.

Only because you don't know how.

I've put on mascara before.

Uh-uh.

Mascara isn't "put on."

It's finessed with poise.

May I?

Fine,

but I still think that makeup

is a corporate cash grab

that plays on
women's insecurities.

Yes, it can be a magnifying lens
for the male gaze.

But it's also a weapon,

and I choose to wield it
with the same precision

as my sword.

I read once that it's
actually a survival mechanism

to hate your own face.

Whoever said that

didn't know how to use primer.

I amplify the features I like.

The flecks of gold in my eyes.

And hide my self-perceived
unflattering attributes.

Like contouring my philtrum.

You wouldn't put on
a name tag and leave it blank.

This is my mission statement.

It's just some eye shadow.

I am doing this for
your own good, Mallory Grace.

Boop.

Save our kids!

Save our town!

Save our kids...

A patient just escaped.

This institution is not safe!

Save our kids! Save our town!

Now, what is this? Tanner!

Peacefully demonstrating.

Save our kids! Save our town!

What's going on?
What are you doing?

They're disturbing the patients.

Sick and violent patients

who constantly
threaten the community.

-These people are dangerous.
-They're not dangerous!

My son has seen
countless therapists

and is finally thriving
because of Dr. Brauer.

You're the only one
who thinks so.

Look, I just took
the job here as librarian,

and I have not seen
one single example

of a patient being dangerous

or causing trouble.

Your aunt just escaped.

Okay, did she harm a soul?

This guy is such a hypocrite.

You think these patients
are dangerous?

This guy is the only one here
who's been suspected of murder.

We have 10,000 signatures.
That's enough to get a hearing

at the next
city council meeting,

and I will shut you down.

Don't let him fool you.

I know some patient here
killed my wife.

Oh, my God. Let me see.
Are you okay?

Does it hurt?
Oh, you're bleeding.

-I am?
-Yes.

Here, I got something.

Hey.

Hey. There.

Come here, come here. Come here.

It's okay.

Sorry.

You really care, don't you?

Yeah, he's a bully
and you're doing

everything you can to help.

All this attention

could ruin everything
I'm trying to do here.

I just want
to make this town better.

Hmm.

You are.

Come on.

Let's get you cleaned up.

It's a perfect elf circle.

Cortinarius violaceus.

The violet webcap.

In Germany,
they believe the rings

are caused by witches
celebrating Walpurgis Nacht.

On the Faroe Islands,
they tell tale

that if you step in the circle,

you'll be cursed to dance
until you die of exhaustion.

The most common lore
is the circle

is the only way to enter

the hidden pasturages
of the elves.

I hope the curses aren't true.

Okay.

Thimbletack told me he thinks
this is where Lucinda went.

She made some deal
at the Goblin Market

and now she's stuck
with the elves.

-I'm sorry.
-Wait, wait.

And we're supposed to believe
Humblebrag because why?

Because Thimbletack told me

where four vaults
are hidden in Henson.

Check it out, there's four spots

around Henson to investigate.

That's Meskwaki.

Mm-hmm.
And the old auto-factory.

And that's Joey Shuham's house.

How do you know
where Joey Shuham lives?

G-ma's in
Joey's mom's book club.

I thought G-ma
just watched Jeopardy.

They just read
Little Fires Everywhere. I've--

Okay, guys, guys, listen.

One of these vaults

has Spiderwick's page
on elf circles.

If we can grow one,
then we can find Lucinda.

It's so obviously a trap.

You can't be suspicious

of everyone and everything
all the time.

That's Claire River Bridge.

That's where Arthur Spiderwick
said his brother

was eaten by a troll.

Jared's pessimism is my jam.

Damn it! Simon, I told you,

if you won't ghost Calliope,
I will.

Jared...

It was Dad.

I was trying
to ask him for advice,

but you know, he's always busy
rehearsing his play.

Okay.

We need to find the pages
before Mulgarath.

We have the four vaults.

We have to at least try.

We should split up.
Groups of two.

If one group gets eaten,
or cursed...

...the other will
be able to carry on.

Whoa.

You have crap
all over your face.

Does Mom know
you're having a party?

Nope, not like this.

I heard rumors
about big kid ragers

when Spiderwick was abandoned,

but it's actually happening
in real life.

What's up?

What?

All right, well, we have to go.

I call Emiko.
You can take Hatcher.

We'll meet up after, all right?

Are you okay?

I'm-I'm... I'm fun, right?

Yeah. Yeah, you're 4th of July
fireworks on the daily.

-You're a terrible liar.
-Okay, yeah.

You used to be
the best time ever.

What, like when I pretended
to be Lorengorm?

Do you remember when we used
to walk home from school?

The three of us?

Sneaking slices from Antonio's.

-Yeah.
- Yeah.

Man, you made me
feel like I was so cool,

like-like we could do
anything together.

I think you look rad.

Guys. Guys, this is Mallory.

She just moved to Henson.

Mallory, this is
everyone you need to know.

Especially Thalia, Hind.

Hey.

And... Oh.

-Hi.
-Hi.

See, it's a nazar.

I knew I saw this before.

So, how do we open it?

Ring the doorbell?

What are you doing?

Drawing a way in.

Whoa!

Got it.

Awesome.

Come on, let's get
the hell out of here

before Mulgarath finds us.

Jared Adam Grace.

Why does it always have to be
so difficult with you?

You tagged Dr. Brauer's car?

It was me. I tagged the Prius.

I know my son's work, Emiko.

No, see, um,
I was scamming this guy Eli,

saying that I could get him
15,000 Instagram followers

in swap for a Prada fanny pack,

and when my moms found out,

Dr. Brauer told her
to suspend all my socials.

So I tagged the car and
I was gonna blame it on Jared.

I mean, have you seen
his art on Instagram?

This kid's got skill.

Elephant. What was it saying?

-Uh, "I'm-I'm not irrelephant."
-Yeah.

Jared was actually
taking me here

to apologize to Dr. Brauer.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay. Well,

go and find him.

Huh.

-Ah.

Attention, everyone!

It's time to play
rock the house.

Okay, I don't think
I know that one.

It's kind of a Spiderwick thing.

It's basically our version
of seven minutes in heaven.

You pick a name and go
into one of the bedrooms...

And we see if you can make
this old piece of crap rock.

We came up with the name
before we knew you lived here.

No disrespect.

No. No-no disrespect found.

-Sounds fun.
-Well, since you're our host,

you have the honor
of playing first.

Okay.

We don't have to kiss.

You are an unwitting accomplice
in Bree's, uh,

utterly wrong idea
that I need to have fun.

Bree can be intense.

She draws a crowd, eating all
my freeze-dried strawberries.

Well, no one wants
to get on her bad side.

She made Dan Yang cry
with a look.

Poor kid.

He's the assistant
vice principal.

Geez.

What is her deal?

Um...

Her mom was killed
when she was ten.

Shut up.

Yeah. Uh, they thought her dad
did it for a while,

but they never found a body.

That's when she started fencing.

She's an amazing fencer.

-She said the same about you.

I know she didn't, though.

She's told me
what she really thinks of me.

I'm not nearly good enough.

Inadequate.

Well, I think you're plenty fun.

Hey. I have an idea.

Why don't we jump up and down,

give those sycophants
something to talk about?

So, you've been
up here before, huh?

It's the best way to get Bree

to take her foot
off your throat.

I can think of a better way.

The auto factory's been
abandoned for decades.

My dad used to be on the line,
but after it closed,

he couldn't find any work.

Yeah, I don't know how
we're gonna find a nazar

under all this rust and junk.

I mean, what is this, a...

Hatcher?

Hatcher?

Geez.

Easy there, Turbo.

I'm sorry.

-I could've really hurt you.
-Pretty unlikely,

but that iron
is giving me some serious fits.

Right, sorry, sorry.

Um...

We shouldn't talk.

You knew I wasn't human.

Okay, yeah, sure, but you didn't
say that your dad was Mulgarath.

He's not my dad.

Yeah, well,
then what is he to you?

This whole area
used to be a forest,

with 600-year-old conifers
that kissed the sky.

But humans replaced it
with concrete

and iron that burns fairy folk.

Imagine sticking your face
into a tailpipe

and sucking air all day.

That's what this place is
for us.

And when the factory
wasn't useful anymore,

people just left its cancer here
to sit and rot

and continue to poison us.

I guess I thought...

H-Hey! Get away from him.

Hatcher. It's fine, it's fine,
it's fine, it's fine!

Like I said.

Calliope, wait...

Sorry for leaving you alone,

but I found the vault.
Come on.

I've been gathering
all the facts

about how essential
Meskwaki is to Henson.

I refuse to allow Tanner
to shut this place down.

-And then I saw this.

The founding of Henson?

Do you know the true story?

Well, I grew up in Carlsbad,
near San Diego,

but I believe
it has something to do

with the feast of the Pentecost?

When Henson was founded in 1873,

the native Meskwaki Tribe
warned them not to settle here.

-Mm. Hmm.
-The land belonged to a demon.

A wendigo.

A beast with an insatiable need
to consume.

Hmm.

Well, they, uh,
they obviously didn't listen.

No.

Like you said, they celebrated
the feast of the Pentecost.

Also called
"feast of first fruit."

They gathered apples
and cherries

and peaches and Juneberries.

-Ooh, I love Juneberries.

They hunted elk and caribou.

But when the meal was-was over,
the people just kept on eating.

They couldn't stop.

They kept on consuming
until their stomachs burst.

-Over 200 people died.
-Huh.

Some think it was mass hysteria.

Others claim a local baker
poisoned the fruit tarts

-in order to eat the dead.
-Hmm.

And, uh, some say
it was the devil.

The Meskwaki intervened

and saved hundreds of lives.

And they founded the hospital
in their honor.

-This story isn't on the plaque.
-Hmm-mm.

The city council
should hear this,

and how this hospital
has saved so many people.

The best way to fight Tanner's
fears and lies is with facts.

So, you're doing all this
for me?

You need help.

And I'm really sorry
about your car.

I already told you,
I don't care about the car.

But I do genuinely care
about a good friend.

I hope Jared and Emiko's apology
was sufficiently contrite.

What apology?

All right, there it is.

Yeah, I'm good here, kid.

I figured out the last vault.

Yeah, and I got your back.

You know you didn't have
to do that before, right?

Lie to my mom.

You were facing
30 years to life.

Hey, I had it under control.

Please, you're still
bowling with bumpers.

No one fibs like me.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

You are the worst.

We all know
you're not friends with Drake.

-Hundo percent sure?
-You're a no one from nowhere

who crushes Flamin' Hot Cheetos
on her mango.

You see, the secret
to telling a great lie

is leaving a hint of truth.

If you go too big-fish,

then people can practically see
your nose grow.

Like Hatcher telling
that story about Joey Shuham.

Wait, he was lying?

Hatcher thinks it hurts me to
know that he has other friends.

Does it?

Hatch can't help it.

-He's ridiculously charming.
-Hmm.

Think it offends me more that
he thought I wouldn't notice.

Simon found the elf circle page.

All right, let's, uh,
let's get the hell out of here.

-Come in.

-Hey.
-Hi.

I got your message.

Oh, you know,
I just felt so sorry

about the whole chicken fiasco.

I hope you like Linzer tarts.

Oh, I-I don't eat
processed sugar.

Oh. No, no, this is...

...this is all organic stuff.

I, uh, macerated
the Juneberries myself.

They look lovely.

-Maybe just one.

It's an old recipe.

150 years old,
to be precise.

-Mmm.
-It was the simplest way

to poison everyone in Henson

during the feast
of the first fruit.

They just ate

-and ate and ate...
-Mmm.

-Mmm. Mmm.
-...and ate and ate

and ate and ate.

Until... they died.

Back then, I transformed myself

-into the baker's wife.
-Mm.

-Gretchen Laurent.
-Mm?

-I gathered up...
-Mmm.

...all of those
overstuffed bodies...

-Ah.
-Mmm.

...and ground them into
the most succulent meat pies.

It's been a long time
since I've had a meal like that.

I'm hungry.
Practically starving.

-Now, I could use

this same recipe
for my next feast,

but the problem is,
it only killed 200

of those corrupt souls.

And this time, I've got
my sights set on everyone.

No one's gonna stop me.

Not you, not Tanner,

not local news personality
Chip Williams.

This time, I'm growing dragons.

You see,
dragons poison the earth...

...seeping their way
into the water system.

Soon, everyone in Henson

will take a nice long nap.

Just like your chicken.

And guess what, Stacy?

Hmm?

You get to be my amuse-bouche.

It has to be in the circle...

Yeah, b-but...

-He got out?
-Oh, hey, Jared.

-Jared, no, no, no!

What is your problem,
tooth flosser?

You know, I can't really do
much to help Lucinda

-from under a basket.
-Let him go.

-Okay? Only Thimbletack
can help us grow the elf circle.

-He translated the page?

No. I did.

Do you remember how we based
our twin language

on all those words from
Spiderwick's Lorengorm Story?

Yeah, yeah, "Yilty burong?
Kragedon frollip?"

Okay, well,
they're not nonsense.

All right? They're Faery.

Jared, this whole time,
we were speaking

a pidgin version
of the language.

Simon's almost done
translating the page.

It looks like
some kind of potion.

And Thimbletack taught you how?

I-I didn't get to go
to what you would call school.

And because of that,
I can't read Faery words.

-It's really sad.
-I'm the same way, kid.

Functionally illiterate
in Japanese.

So how'd you figure it out?

After Mom reminded us
this morning, it just clicked.

The elf circle's
almost done, okay?

We have, uh,
cocoa shells, cotton seeds,

worm castings and bee pollen.

Let him out. Trust me.

Jared, please.

Please. For Lucinda's sake.

There is nothing to fear.

All we need is one human tear.

Hey, have you seen Bree?

What is wrong with you?

Huh?

Why would you set me up
to kiss your boyfriend?

We're not getting married.
I have bigger plans.

Okay, Chris is hot,

sweet
and the best kisser in Henson.

Believe me, you didn't want
to pull Dante Hirshlag.

I'm looking out for you.

No.

-You're manipulating me.
-Oh, please.

-What's happening?

Guys, look. It's working.

I can't believe
how quickly they grew.

Wow. It's happening. Look.

-Whoa.
-Look. See? She's coming.

She's coming.

It's Lucinda.

She's smaller than I thought.

That's not Lucinda,

-idiot.

-What's going on?

-Whoa.

Well, that did not work
to get Lucinda

at all.

Look, I hope
you make it out alive.

Uh, good luck with that sprite,
by the way. Bon voyage.

Thimbletack's escaping.

I told you. Lock the doors.
Go, go, go!

-Okay, okay, okay, all right.

Hey.

Why are you doing this
to me, huh?

Okay, can we please
do this later?

No. Now.
I heard you in the salle.

I heard you and Valentina
talking about some plan for me.

Well, I can't
tell you about that.

You have a mouth and a tongue,

and they make words
and sentences.

Valentina won't let me tell you.

You're not ready to know.

Thimbletack might be invisible,
but now,

he's locked in here with us.

-Whoa.
-Whoa.

-Whoa. What the...?

Little derk is trying
to murder us.

-Whoa.
-Ow.

It stung me. Ow! Ow!

Go! Go! Go!

Little booger.

-Oh!
-It's not Thimbletack.

It's the fairy reacting
to the iron.

-Open a window. Let it out.
-On it!

No, no, no, no.
Do not open anything.

If you do,
Thimbletack will escape.

-R-Right. Duh, duh.
-Hatcher.

-Open it!
-Hatcher, don't open it!

I don't do confrontation!

There! It's on the table.
Watch out!

Someone do something!

Why would you do that?

It was walking into my hands.
I could've helped it!

It was about to attack you
and ruin the pages.

These things are all monsters.

I stand up for you...
all the time.

I tell people
that they don't know you,

that you're nice and
that you're just misunderstood,

but everybody's right
about you, Jared, okay?

-You're awful, you're cruel...
-Shut up. Shut up.

-...and you're crazy!
-Shut up!

Simon, I'm so, so sorry.
I didn't...

Jared?

Emiko's unconscious.
I can't wake her up.

Hey. Simon. What is going on?

What did you
and your idiot friends do?

-Nothing.
-What nothing? We...

-No. You're bleeding.
-It's Jared, okay?

All right? It's always Jared.

Okay? And I'm so sick of it.

All right,
we were happy in New York.

I was happy.
We were with Dad,

and everything was fine, okay?

I hate Jared. I hate him.

Simon...

Hey. Where-where you going?

What's wrong with your brother?

-Everyone in Henson...
-Oh, my God.

...will take a nice long nap.

They're all unresponsive,

even though
their vital signs are okay.

It's just like
they're all asleep.

I'll let you know
if there's any developments.

Thank you.

Are you sure
no one took anything?

You know exactly who did this.

You've barely been here a month,

and it always comes back
to Spiderwick.

First, it was Lucinda,
and now, it's Jared.

Do not accuse my son.

Hey, I didn't do anything,
all right?

You poisoned your therapy group.

No, he just put iron
in some baked goods

to see if we were faeries.

-What are you doing here?
-I'm looking for my daughter.

The question is...

what are you doing here?

-Excuse me?
-All right, look,

I didn't see Bree leave

so she must still be inside.
I'll check.

Rest up, my dragons.

Hey.

We have a guest.

Simon.

Perfect timing.

I just made dinner.

You'll love it.

Come on in.

Meat pies.

Tastes like chicken.