All language subtitles for The Spiderwick Chronicles (2024) - S01E07 - The Field Guide to Jared Grace.ro

You've been going through
a hard time for a while now

and we both know
it's not getting better.

I said I was sorry
about the thing at school.

Something's wrong
with the dragons. They're dying.

I've seen you in here
looking for something.

There's another page
in the house.

Mulgarath wants
Spiderwick's page on dragons.

They release a poison.

And that's why people
are going all beddy-bye.

Come on, Emiko. Wake up, please.

If the entire town
is sleeping...

Henson becomes prime for eating.

This is war, Jare-bear.
You can't trust anyone.

Jared has Spiderwick's
dragon page.

If I can get it,
we'll know what they really eat

and how to keep them alive.

I can't do this without you.

He's manipulating you, Simon.

-What?!
-All of you.

You never believe me. Not now.

Not in Brooklyn
when the whole world told me

I was messed up.

Because I thought
you deserved it.

Why would you lie
about being cast in a play

instead of this horror movie?

Because I needed an excuse

not to go to Michigan.

It's just a hilt.

This is some kind
of distraction.

All of you are against me.

We all want to help you.

Prove me wrong.

-Let it go!

Jared, what did you do?

He's the monster!

Mom, you have to believe me.

This is all for the best.

Jared, come on.

Where's the dragon page, Jared?

Where is the dragon page, Jared?

Where is the dragon page, Jared?

Jared!

Jared!

Mom.

You can't leave me here
with this monster.

Oh, Jared.

Please let me come home.

This is for the best.

Itching is a sign of healing.

Like you care.

I'm not trying to torture you.

You can leave anytime you want.

You know that, right?

You just gotta give me

a little information,
that's all.

I'm not giving you
the dragon page.

This dragon is dying.

And every day, I ask you about

Spiderwick's research
on dragons,

and every day
you give me nothing.

So let's try
something different.

Spiderwick's ogre page
was destroyed.

I saw it burn.

You're in the lore now, Jared.

Don't believe everything
you see.

Calliope cast some kind
of spell.

That's my smart kid.

I'm not your kid.

You could be.

I'm gonna win you over,
but how are you gonna

open yourself up to me

if I don't open myself up
to you?

This page reveals everything
you need to know about ogres,

according to Arthur Spiderwick.

I can't translate fairy,
like Simon.

Allow me.

"Ogres are vain, vile,

"manipulative shapeshifters.

"Vulnerable to iron
and flattery,

"they can be slain
with a compliment

"or a stroke of the vorpal sword
through the heart.

"However, the best weapon

"against this devil

is that he cannot lie."

So how do I know
you're not lying now?

I swear...

I swear I will not
hurt your friends.

It ain't the pants
that get set on fire.

Spiderwick reduced me
to a handful of adjectives.

Manipulative, vile, vain.

I want to tell you...

...my real story.

I got this out of storage
especially for you.

Pull up a seat.

A puppet show?

I'm not a child.

I am 1,023 years old.

To me, you're nothing more
than a zygote.

Now, unlike you,
an ogre isn't born.

An ogre is summoned.

Now, I'm telling you this story
so you can see

that I am not the villain.

The real threat to this world
is people.

Throughout history,
there's never been

a day on Earth
without some war raging

over land or ideology
or religion.

The body count, immeasurable.

Humans are jealous,
violent murderers.

That is when I stir and grow
and become.

Feeding off the rotting flesh
of human carnage,

I am born from their massacres.

I am Earth's retribution,

but they call me the antagonist

of every fable and rhyme.
And why?

-Because I'm hungry.

But the Big Bad Wolf
wouldn't fool anyone

wearing grandma's dressing gown.

So I hunt quietly amongst you,

moving from my woods
into your town.

Replacing you.
Becoming one of you.

William the fishmonger.

Etienne the magistrate.

Dorian the psychiatrist.

He's my favorite.

These masks are not lies.

They're roles I play
to punish the real villains:

humans.

Curiously,
when someone goes missing,

or their bones are unearthed
after a rain,

they never blame me.

No, no, they point their fingers

at the outsiders.

The mob loathes
anything different.

Skin, beliefs, appetites.

You tolerate intolerance.

I eat people to live.

But humans devour their own

to feed their need
to feel superior.

And look what it has done
to your world.

I've observed humans
for a millennium,

and it is always the same.

War, racism,
persecution, extermination

over and over and over and over

and over again.

So, you see, Jared,

even though my form
may be grotesque,

I am not the monster.

This is the Field Guide
to Jared Grace.

A little longer than
my one ogre page,

but the words are similar.

Your therapists called you
vindictive, destructive,

hostile, dangerous.

We're nothing alike.

Tell me about this.

It's just a dumb comic I drew.

A dumb comic that
got you expelled.

Yeah, everyone's a critic.

Well, the chiaroscuro is brave,

but your cross-hatching
lacks technique.

They didn't kick me
out of school

because I drew
outside the lines.

That's precisely why
they kicked you out

of the Barrett Academy.

You weren't being
a good little boy,

and your history teacher,
Mr. Soren,

saw this as a threat.

Isn't that you punching
some teacher in the face

yelling "Kyyyyaah"?

The administration
called the police.

There are statements
from your teachers.

They called you difficult,
destructive...

a loner.

The only one
who stood up for you was Simon.

Liar.

I believe we've already
established that I'm not.

"My brother would never
hurt anyone.

"If you want to know
what the drawing means,

just ask him."

Nobody ever bothered to ask,

did they?

Because they're right about me.

Just like Spiderwick's right
about you.

So vain.

That's why you fell in love
with my mom.

Because she gave you
a compliment.

That's also why I know
you'll never hurt her.

I don't recall saying
I wouldn't hurt your family.

I only lied about
not hurting your friends.

-Where's Emiko?
-I don't know.

-What'd you do to her?
-Let's go back to your room.

-Where is she?
-Let's go--

-Where is she? Bruce!
-Let's go back to your room.
Let's go.

Lucinda.

Your manchineel tea recipe.

Jared.

Lucinda?

Jared.

Jared, over here.

Emiko?

Oh, my crap, you're awake.

What's wrong?

Jared, I'm scared.

They said they're keeping me
here for observation,

but Dr. Brauer keeps asking me
about a dragon page.

-What'd you say?
-Nothing, of course.

I gave him serious side-eye.

It was withering.

Either the antidote I gave you
finally worked,

or Mulgarath put you
in the room next to mine

-just to torture me.
-Makes sense.

He keeps looking at me
like I'm a fingerling potato.

I think I found
Lucinda's invisibility potion.

I'll get us out of here,

and then we can use
the dragon page...

No. Shh! Mulgarath
might be listening,

or he's gonna try
to get it out of me

if I know anything.

He's vicious.
He locked you up in here

for no reason whatsoever.

I won't let him hurt you.
Promise.

I am not going to let
that ogre win.

Okay, let's try this again.

Where's the dragon page, Jared?

I understand you.
I really do.

And I can give you
what you want.

Giant-Size X-Men #1?

I can make your family love you.

They do. Unconditionally.

Well...

...the problem is,
there are so many conditions

on unconditional love.

I don't think I can do this.

Did you write the letter?

My hands are sweating.

Just read the words.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Dr. Brauer asked us all
to write you a letter

to express our feelings.

Mom, don't.
He's manipulating you.

You have to get me out of here.

Let me just read
this thing here.

I can't believe
you actually came, Dad.

Son...

-"Jared...
-"Dear Jared...

"When you first went
to preschool,

"I was so nervous.

"Mallory practically
potty-trained herself,

"but you and Simon
were different.

He was clingy, and you were
a concave dish of fun."

That's what your preschool
teacher called you.

"But then, when kids didn't want
to play your games,

"you wouldn't compromise.

"Concave to convex.

That beautiful smile
turned into a sad scowl."

"I wanted to trust you.

"More than anything
in the world, I wanted to trust,

"but I can't,
because you're a thief.

"Not just stealing gum,
but thunder.

"You take away
everyone's attention.

"Mom and Dad had to focus on
putting out

all the fires you set."

"I know they think
genetics are a thing and all

"with your Aunt Lucinda,
but there's nature

"and there's nurture, and your
nurture wasn't five-star.

You needed a dad. You had me."

"I did everything I could
to help, taking you to

"behavioral specialists
and occupational therapists

and art therapists..."

"So while they dragged you
to all of your therapists,

I was alone."

"And then you went
and drew that comic book,

and got yourself
kicked out of school."

"And I know that
I'm the older sister,

"and I'm supposed to be
above this...

but I'm not."

Look, I mean, I tried to be
like the other dads.

Like, I couldn't pull that off.
You know?

Yeah.
You remember what you said

when I tried
to give you a bedtime?

"I'm a kid, too.

"I'm a kid,
and I never got to be.

Because you wouldn't let me be."

"You... you know,
you made me realize

that I'm not cut out
to be a dad."

"Moving halfway across
the country,

"we're still repeating
the same pattern,

"and I don't know
what else to do.

I feel... lost."

"For a second,
at the goblin market,

"I thought there was
a chance for us.

"But then you messed it all up.

Again."

"My mom gave up on Lucinda,

"and I want you to know
I will never give up on you.

"I don't care how long it takes
or-or how hard it is,

"I will be there for you
until we figure this out

and find a solution,
no matter what."

Did you see Emiko?

She's awake.

We need to get her out of here,

or Mulgarath is gonna eat her.

Did you hear me?

All you had to do was say sorry.

Hatcher, wait.

That's probably enough
for today, huh?

So much for the unconditional
love of family, right?

You know,
if you really wanted to hurt me,

you would have brought Simon.

I asked.

He refused to come.

Rough day?

The worst.

Does the ogre have
the dragon page?

No.

Then count the win.

Yesterday, when you said

Mulgarath put me in here
for no reason at all?

That's not true.

What happened?

I beat up Hatcher.

Broke his mask.

Broke some of his face, too.

I just saw him.

He looks awful.

Jared, that wasn't Hatcher.

No way Hatcher would come here

and not at least try to see me.

Maybe Mulgarath told him not to.

I have a view of
the parking lot.

I'd notice his gran's Volvo.

The letter was in
his handwriting.

Well, I'm a catfisherman,

and you are being catfished.

Dr. Brauer probably got your mom

to convince Hatcher and whoever
to write actual letters

so he'd know how to fool you.

Think about it, Jared.

Did you ever see Mulgarath
standing side-by-side

with anyone?

Yes. Wait, no.

I only saw their shadows.

You mean like puppets?

You're in the lore now, Jared.

Don't believe everything
you see.

Shapeshifting.

Are you sure the dragon page
is safe at Spiderwick?

The dragon page
isn't at Spiderwick.

Good morning.

I'm guessing we can skip
the question

"Where's the dragon page?"
Jared, because you're still

convinced I am the monster
in this story.

You eat people.

Well, you don't hold a grudge
against a bear, a shark

or a wolf, do you?

I know not to engage them
in conversation.

Your great grandfather didn't.

Arthur Spiderwick was not
the man you think he is.

He, like all humans,

is the true villain.

Arthur followed me
into the fairy tale.

He heard the Meskwaki's myth
about the Wendigo,

the beast with
the insatiable need to consume.

He was surprised to find
such a refined gentleman.

We became fast friends,

and he invited me into his home

for company and conversation.

He even introduced me to
his young daughter, Lucinda.

He insisted I keep my true form.

He didn't care that I tracked
my muddy feet

into his home.

He seemed kind.

He didn't judge my appetites.

He plied me with tea
and compliments.

He shared his brother's
tragic fate

from the troll under
the Claire River Bridge.

He yearned to know more

about the other
invisible creatures.

So I told him everything.

I told him about the sprites

and the nixies and the pixies.

We discussed goblins
and hobgoblins

-and hags and gargoyles...

...and griffins.

I introduced him to gnomes
and fauns and sods.

Who do you think filmed
all of those home movies

in your attic?

:
It's a perfect elf circle.

Cortinarius violaceus.

The violet webcap.

In 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.

Spiderwick used me.

He used us all.

He just wanted the book

so he could control
magical creatures

and take revenge
for his brother's death.

No, he was a good man.

Thimbletack told me.
The brownie was their friend.

The boggart was their servant.

He loved them.

That makes it even sadder.

Spiderwick isn't the bad guy.

Why do you think he disappeared?

Huh?

You know how many creatures
that the Field Guide angered?

I warned him not to write it.

I wanted to help him!

I want to help you.

You're passionate, loyal.

You're an incredibly
talented artist!

Compliments are your weakness,
not mine.

Hmm.

All right, tell me about
the art therapist.

Dr. Fierson?

-You saw him when you were ten?
-Twelve.

So, what, he, uh, told you
to write out your feelings?

Is that what you were
doing here with your comic

to deal with your rage

towards Mr. Soren,
your history teacher?

Is that what this is?

Screw you.

Come on, Jared!
I told you my story.

What's the harm
in telling me yours?

Mr. Soren, my history teacher,
he-he always gave me crap

because I was the problem kid.

Not-so-subtle racism.

He asked me how
I could afford my shoes.

He accused me of stealing
his left AirPod,

and didn't apologize when
he found it in his own pocket.

He quoted MLK to justify
his own privilege.

A history teacher.

I drew that comic book
during his class

to express my feelings,
and I still got expelled.

-So you wanted to hit him?
-Yeah.

Like you hit Hatcher.

-Yes.
-Ah.

I don't believe you.

That is not a drawing
of Mr. Soren.

That's my fist in his face.

Jared, there is no face!

You're plenty good
at drawing faces.

If you wanted to draw Mr. Soren,

you would have.

I think you're
keeping it a secret.

You don't want anyone to know
who you're actually mad at.

I was mad at Mr. Soren.

-No, you're not.
That's not Mr. Soren.
-Yes, it is.

-Just tell me the truth, Jared.
-I-i am.

Who is that supposed to be?
You don't have to lie anymore.

-I'm not.
-Look, take a look at it
and tell me

-who is in that drawing.
-Leave me alone.

Whose face didn't you want
to draw?

-Whose face is this supposed
to be?
-Shut up.

Who is it that you actually
wanted to hurt, Jared?

I said shut up!

Myself.

I wanted to hurt myself.

That's very brave.

You're not a real psychiatrist.

You're just wearing
the cardigan.

If I have to stay in Meskwaki
to keep you

from getting the dragon page,
like Lucinda did,

that is exactly what I'll do.

Where's the dragon page, Jared?

Nice way to say "Hello."

Is this how you see me now?

Can't help
if it's the truth, hmm?

I'm trying to save you.

I guess
half-truths aren't whole lies.

What is that supposed to mean?

You told me
not to believe everything I see.

Mom, Dad, Mallory, Hatcher.

Now Simon.

All puppets in the show.

All of you...
actually Mulgarath.

Jared...

it's me.

Nice touch,

but not convincing.

Holding the drawing?
Dead giveaway.

This was a huge mistake.
I shouldn't have come here.

Good. Then go.

I figured you out.

I win.

I don't need Simon anymore.

Jared, don't say that, please.

Everyone always says
Simon's so nice,

so kind...

so smart.

Everyone...

loves... Simon.

Everyone hates me.

But I'm right
not to trust anybody else.

I translated the pages.

I woke up Emiko.

I'm the hero!

Jared.
Jared, Emiko is still asleep.

No. No, you're lying.

You're lying,
and you'll pay in pain.

Where's... where's the fire?

-Where's the stupid fire?!

This is another trick.

You-you must be Calliope, then,
casting some kind of spell.

And the seeing stone
would reveal that.

I have a soft spot for rescues.

Like Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

I always took your side, Jared.

I mean,
maybe because nobody else would,

or maybe
because I'm your brother.

Maybe I was naive.

You need help.

You always did,
and I see that now.

And I'm so sorry
that I didn't see it before.

So what'd you think
of my puppet show?

-Hmm?
-You.

You were Emiko.

You were everyone.

Everyone except Simon.

I had to do something to get you
to give up the dragon page.

-But you lied.

Well, is a magician lying
when he performs an illusion?

I'm just an actor
reading the lines

that your own family provided.

But a performer is only as good

as his audience,
and you were phenomenal.

Fantastic energy. I was really
feeling the connection there.

You had no idea
it was all a show.

You know,
itching is a sign of healing.

You told me everything
I needed to know.

The dragon page isn't
at Spiderwick.

I'm a 1,023 years old.

You never really had a chance.

You only ever rely on yourself.

-Yourself.
-Yourself.
-Yourself.

But I'm right
not to trust anybody else.

And that is your greatest flaw.

You tried so hard to stop me

from getting the Field Guide.

You failed, Jared.

-A spectacular failure.

Huh.

What's this?

The dragon page.

Ah.

We're eating tonight.

Whoa. Whoa.

The hell are you doing?

I live here.

And I'm still your brother.

Debatable.

Is Thimbletack around,

or is he gonna
glue my butt cheeks together?

He's invisible.

He's scared of you.

I'm scared of you, too.

You know what we do
to traitors, Mallory?

We shove 'em down dumbwaiters.

Maybe I should.

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I know that you have no reason
to trust me...

...but I have a cure
for the sleeping sickness.

Maybe it's a way for us
to end all of this madness.

I'm not the traitor
you think I am.

I had a great day with Jared.

Excellent progress.

Hmm.

Deserves a celebration.

I'm at the market.

I could get some wine
and see you back at your place?

Get a zin, something with teeth.

The spare key is
under the planter

if you get there before me.

Okay. See you soon.

:
This is crazy.

Calliope?

Hello?

Anyone here?

Hmm.

Come on, come on,
Come on, come on.

-Hello, Helen.

All the operators are sleeping.

Jared was right.

This whole time!

Hey, let's talk about this
over dinner and a zin.

You have no idea
how persuasive I can be.