All language subtitles for The Spiderwick Chronicles (2024) - S01E08 - The Wrath of Mulgarath.ro

Calliope is my friend.

Emiko's your friend, too,

and she can't wake up

because the ogre
is raising dragons

to poison the whole town
and eat everybody.

It's always been
about you, Simon.

Jared found most
of these pages, though.

I can't do this
without you, son.

-I think this is
terrifically ironic.

This is the same way
I killed your wife.

Mulgarath killed her,
and I let everyone down.

My mom, my dad, you.

I'm your friend, Jared.

Then prove me wrong.

I'm not letting any of you
trick me again.

Jared, what did you do?

Lucinda's alive. I-I saw her.

Only a pure human
with pure intent

can wield the vorpal sword.

Why her?

Why not me?

Mom. Please let me come home.

You can't leave me here
with this monster.

This is for the best.

You were everyone, but you lied.

-You only ever rely...
-...rely on yourself.

-Yourself.
-Yourself.

-Yourself.
-You tried so hard

to stop me from getting
the field guide.

You failed, Jared.

-A spectacular failure.

Jared was right

-this whole time.

I know that, in time,

you'll come to love me, too.

You have no idea
how persuasive I can be.

This is ten whole cows
worth of milk.

Well, Yalda,

I got this dragon
I've been struggling to raise--

single dad and all--

and after decades of hunting,
I finally

got my claws
on the instruction manual.

Turns out,
it just needs milk. Hmm.

Is this some kind of
a TikTok prank?

We're gonna need some help
out to the car.

I've been here all night
and the morning shift

still hasn't shown.

It's a shame,
but it's kind of my fault.

My dragon poisoned
the water supply of Henson,

rendering everyone
into an unbreakable sleep

so I can have
my own deli counter.

Okay, guy.

I am guessing that you drink

a lot of filtered water
and kombucha.

Prebiotics for gut flora.

You know what else is good
for gut flora? Mushrooms.

I put some microscopic spores

in that drink of yours.

You'll be feeling
the effects shortly.

Get out of here. Run.

Oh, Helen, calm down.

I know they're not much
to look at,

but they can do simple chores.

Dusting, polishing silver,
mirepoix.

That's what, uh, sous chefs do

to prep the foundation
of flavor for a meal.

Yeah, I know what a mirepoix is.

Of course you do.

You are refined.

So, will you eat us, too?

I'm not cooking you, Helen.

I'm cooking for you.

This is date night.

I know you think
I'm this terrible ogre

bent on consuming a town

to feed my
insatiable appetite, but...

I really believe
we can make this work.

Come on.

-Shh...
-Thimbletack.

I thought you were afraid
to leave the house?

Oh, I was, a-and I am.

But, when the going gets tough,

the tough steal a security card

to bust their friend
out of the pokey. So, come on.

Hide. Don't let them catch you.

Coast is clear. Hurry. This way.

Psst. In here.

Thimbletack?

Thimbletack?

Thimbletack?

Thimbletack.

-Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's me. It's me.

Okay, listen.

The shroomers
are sensitive to sound.

If they catch us,
they will take us to Mulgarath.

I have a bad feeling about this.

It's actually working.

Lucinda?

Come on.

I can't believe
you guys came for me.

After everything I've done...

I'm sorry, Hatcher.
I'm-I'm so, so sorry.

Thankfully, I look pretty dope
with a bruise.

You know, you saved us
by playing that song.

It wasn't us.

It was me.

Simon just pretended
to betray us

so that he could learn
Mulgarath's plan.

He has a cure
for the sleeping sickness.

We took it. It works.

It's made from the dragon seed,

like a vaccine,
but we need a ton more.

You still trust him, Mallory?

You are so obviously
still helping your new daddy.

Look, all of the adults
are shroom'd or asleep.

We avoided the spores,
so now we are the only ones

that can wake up the town,
save Mom, and slay Mulgarath.

Bree has the vorpal sword.

One thrust through
that ogre's heart,

and we get
our happily ever after.

But, Mallory, I thought you...

I'm not enough.

All right, look,
this is impossible.

We can't win
with just us and Simon.

Okay.

Look, I told you,

I told you we should've
left him in Meskwaki.

Hey.

-Jared.
-Jared.

Hey, you're going
in the wrong direction.

The fight is that-a-way.

Don't leave your family.
They need you.

And you need them.

Jared!

Jared!

Dinner will be
promptly served at 6:00,

and I got you something
appropriately...

piquant.

You will literally slay.

Our dragon's about to hatch.

This must be what human children
feel like on Christmas Eve.

It's a dragon,

not a Nintendo.

Well, we need this beast

to defend ourselves against the

elves, goblins and dwarves.

Our transgressions won't go
unnoticed or unpunished.

That's also why we need
to complete the field guide,

so we can have the advantage.

That's why I'm keeping it
close by.

You still have Simon
on a string.

We're all gonna be one
big, happy family.

What's wrong with you?

You look...

gassy.

There's too much death coming.

There's no such thing.

Decomposition is good for you.

I already feel like
the lactose-intolerant kid

devouring a dulce de leche
ice cream cake

at Eva Alvarado-Astrowsky's
quinceañera,

and no one has died yet.

You love it.

All creatures are ruled
by their stomach.

Dinner's here.

They're Postmate-ing
kids for dinner.

They have Emiko.

And Chris and Hind and Thalia.

He chose them
just to mess with us.

We need to get
to the dragon seed

and save our friends.

Uh, duh-hickey.

That's why I brought him back.

Thimbletack and I have a plan.

-On it, mon capitaine.
-But...

You still don't trust me.

We were best friends.

I mean, we have
a secret language.

How did we get here?

Because, Jared,
you're gonna die.

Calliope saw a premonition.

That's why I thought it was
safer for you back at Meskwaki.

Look, we had no clue
what Mulgarath was planning.

All right, I used our fight to
get closer to him and Calliope.

Yeah, well, you could've
just told me.

No, it had to be convincing.

It's only convincing
because it's true.

-What?
-You hate me.

You hate me because
I made you move here.

You hate me because you
always have to be the good kid.

-Jared, stop.
-You hate me, Simon,
so just say it.

I hate you, Jared.

And I love you.

Okay, look,

time is running out.
What is the plan?

Well, I wondered

when you would return to us.

Well, you know, my, uh,
Grandma Melvina

says it's good etiquette
to bring a gift to dinner.

Wrapped in an iron bow?

Hmm.

Let's give the boy an open ear

and the benefit of the doubt,
shall we?

I knew that Jared and the others
would try to stop you,

so I stopped them.

Huh.

Our diet doesn't disgust you?

I used to have these mice,

Lemondrop and Jeffrey.

Um, when I first rescued them,
they wouldn't eat anything.

Simon and Jared are
distracting them. Come on.

Not grass or berries or seeds.

I mean, even peanut butter.

Then one day,

I found them eating a millipede.

Lemondrop and Jefferey
would only eat grasshoppers

and roaches and ants.

I didn't want to hurt
these insects.

You can't help what you are.

You see, Jared's plan was for me

to distract you so that Hatcher
could pretend to be asleep

and wake Emiko and the others.

And then Mallory would sneak in
and steal the field guide

and lure you outside
so Jared could save our mom.

-You traitor!
-Hey, knock it off.

I knew you would do this.

Find them. Go.

Are you okay?

It's a lot,
putting a town to sleep,

controlling fungus people,
raising a dragon,

making a béchamel
that doesn't break.

It's-it's a lot.

Yeah, well, um...

I'd-I'd like to help.

Oh, hey, look,

a béchamel
is a very delicate sauce.

No, I'm serious.

If we don't stop people
like Tanner,

they'll pave everything.

Bold words.

Look...

There-there has to be space
for everyone.

Okay? Dragons and ogres.

And fetches.

You're absolutely right, son.

I'm learning a lot from you.

After spending
all of this time together...

...I finally figured out
how I can help you, Jared.

Really?

You just need a father.

Someone who cares enough
to stick around

and teach you
some table manners.

Would you escort
this young man upstairs?

Have him get ready for dinner.

This is all my fault.

No, don't-don't say that.

No, you tried to warn me.

It sounded impossible.

Will you stop interrupting my
apology with your forgiveness?

I never wanted to be
like my mom, you know?

Practical and uptight.

-I wanted to be like Lucinda.

Free and adventurous.

That's why I told you
all those stories.

I thought they were just that.

You and Lucinda,

you told me to open my eyes,
and I kept them shut

because I was scared of what
this meant in the real world.

This is the real world.

We're gonna get out of this,

but you're the only one
who can save us.

You came to make enough antidote
to cure the sleeping sickness.

Right?

I can't let these people die.

You've become
a pretty good liar.

Everything is upside down.

Jared's become Simon,
Simon's become Jared.

I need to change
the end of his story.

I can't let my brother die.

This is a tragedy.

No one gets out of here
without damage.

You're my friend.
Please, help me stop Mulgarath.

A friend wouldn't ask me that.

A friend would know better.

No, no, I care about you.

I'm not a pet mouse
that you can adopt.

A fetch is perilous.
I feed on death.

That's why I'm the loneliest
creature in the whole world.

I don't want anyone to suffer.

Not Jared, not you,
not this dragon.

Dragons can't be tamed.

You saw Spiderwick's page.

They'll burn everything.

It would be infinitely worse
than Mulgarath.

I don't want anyone to die.

But it's worth the risk.

You are worth the risk.

I want you to look at me.

To see who I really am.

I think you're beautiful.

Okay.

Want to stop Mulgarath?

We have to get this cure
to everyone

and fast.

He's gonna make us eat
"Jennifer Miller

with the adult braces" chowder.

How are we supposed to
get out of here?

We turn invisible.

I found Lucinda's
manchineel tea recipe.

Thimbletack's making it now,

but it's-it's not complete yet.

A few drops. Thumb tucked.

Pinky out and then what?

You stir with
your finger, but...

which direction did Lucinda say?

Is it, is it clockwise
or counterclockwise?

Mom.

You have to remember.

One way we live,

but the other...

How are we gonna get
the antidote to everyone?

-Where are we going?
-To finds the sprites.

Guh. Sprites are awful.
They won't help us.

They're like mean girls.

I mean, I'd talk to them,
but my twin language

is only derivative of faery,

and you also said
my accent sucks.

Okay, well, they don't do
meaningful conversation.

Not with me.

Not everyone hates a fetch.

We need to find

my great-grandfather's
field guide right now

to distract Mulgarath.

Okay, there's too much stuff.

Maybe the field guide
isn't in here.

No, no, this is the most
secure room in the house.

It's where my great-grandpa
put it. It has to be here.

This doesn't have to be
your fight.

You don't have to die.

I lost my mom.

And now my dad and Hind
and Thalia and Chris

might get eaten, or worse.

But, Mallory,

you are the first

and only person in this whole

stupid universe
who understands me.

I... I can't lose you, too.

No, hey.

You and Valentina have just been
trying to help me.

I know, I'm...

all head, no heart,

and I still want to be the hero,

but I... I'm inadequate.

I only said that
to motivate you.

Well, it worked because...

it's true.

You're a brilliant warrior.

Damn right I am.

And that's why

my plan is going to work.

Because even if it
puts me at risk,

I know that you will save me.

Damn right I will.

Okay, so...

Mulgarath hated
Arthur Spiderwick.

He would've wanted to gloat,

rub it in, you know?

Bree.

Bree, help me with this.

There it is.

That's it.

-Yes, this is it.
-It is.

Hey.

What's that?

Thimbletack. He made the tea.

Isn't this civilized?

Beautiful company,
exquisite food.

My people are on the hunt
for Mallory.

Simon should be here shortly
with Calliope.

I just can't wait.

Is that blood?

That is a scallop crudo

with pomegranate reduction
and mint.

And for the gentleman...

Is that pomegranate reduction?

That is an answer to a problem.

I have answers
to all your problems.

Daddy. Daddy, stop! Stop.

Stop. You have to fight it.

Dad, please.
Dad, I know you're in there.

Fight those mushrooms!

-Looks like a mushroom.

You want
to make him one of them?

Well, that is why you came here.

I came here for help.

You came here to end

Jared's abhorrent behavior.

You want to make me a puppet.

You're all puppets...

to your emotions.

I'm offering you a salve, Jared.

A better you.

You'll finish your homework
on time,

pick up after yourself,

FaceTime Grandma on her birthday

without having
to being asked to do it.

And happy. You'll be so happy.

Jared needs us.

-We need to go.
-No, no, no. He's fighting it.

-Bree, come on.
-Mulgarath is distracted. His...

His control is weakening.

:
Daddy, please.

Please. I need you.

-If you want to save your dad,

we have to stick to the plan.

Come on, Bree!

This is what you both want.

This isn't what I want.

Helen, you're a librarian.

You loathe this modern world.

You long for dust jackets

and the aroma

of decaying pages.

Jared, did you know,

the Sumerians believed

that librarians ordained
the universe?

They believed

they could capture all knowledge
through classification.

And that's what
your grandfather wanted.

That's why
he created the field guide.

And that's what you want,
too, Helen.

Please.
Allow me to be your guide

through the fantastical world
around you.

-Mom, don't listen to him.
-Jared,

I'm trying to put your mother
on the pedestal

she so rightly deserves.

I just want to be able to go

to parent-teacher conferences
in the fall.

You're not pragmatic
like your monster of a mother.

You're more like Lucinda.

Kind and curious.

That's why you loved her.

That's why I love you.

In all my travels,
adventures, plans,

I never expected you.

I just want to give you
everything that you deserve.

Is that so wrong?

Maybe I am broken.

The kid who's too angry.

Too wrong.

You-you always wanted me
to be normal.

Maybe I did, too.

Maybe...

I want to be fixed.

Jared, no.

We are gonna be so happy...
son, and

it beats the alternative.

Threats aren't exactly
aphrodisiacs.

Hence, the scallops.

Little Miss.

Just a few drops.

Stir with the forefinger
clockwise,

then counterclockwise. Drink.

Clockwise, counterclockwise.
Drink.

Pinky all the way out.

I want to make a toast.

To new adventures.

To new adventures.

Mmm.

-Oh!
-Ooh.

What's wrong?

-What's happening?

-No, no, no, no, no, no!

No!

Mom, it worked!

I can barely see.

There's someone in the garden.

Who is it?
They're coming this way.

Lucinda?

I'm proud of you, Little Miss.

You remembered the recipe
perfectly.

We were trying
to help save you.

You've got it
the wrong way around.

I've been here helping save you.

That was you in Meskwaki.

You helped me find
the tea recipe.

There's little I can do
in this form,

but... family never gives up.

I did.

I stopped believing in you.

I've been watching you all.

Mallory is one valiant knight.

And Simon is a caretaker
and a healer.

Jared-- a brave explorer
of the unknown.

A powerful trio.

Because of you.

You shared my stories with them.

You nurtured
their sense of wonder.

You guarded their dreams.

I read what you wrote
on my gravestone.

"She was loved...

and beloved."

Yes.

Beautiful way to be remembered.

Having someone believe in you

is the most powerful form
of magic there is.

You look radiant.

One cannot visit
the Faerie Queen

in a tattered smock
from JCPenney.

Luce?

Thimbletack?

Luce, you're... you're leaving?

Don't start grieving.

Why didn't I ever
see you before?

Why did you hide from me?

I didn't want you stuck
in the past.

Alone.

-I have to go.

I made a deal with the elves

to unbind me
from the human spectrum

so that I might plead my case
to the Seelie Court.

I have to find out
what happened to my father.

Family never gives up.

Take care of each other.

Hmm?

Little Miss?

I believe in you.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Hey!

You're late for dinner.

One more step,
and I'll destroy it.

Well...

That almost sounded convincing,
but I can hear you fibbing.

I have spent a lifetime
being other people.

The trick to a good performance
is motivation.

The words have to feel honest.

For example, if I say,

"I'm going to devour you raw

so I can watch the life drain
out of your eyes,"

you believe me.

I'll give you another chance.

This time, from the diaphragm.

Come on!

-Try again.
-"One more step, and you die."

Bree?

I-I couldn't not think
of my mother.

My thoughts weren't pure.

You're Valentina's best?

You stab me in the back?

I may be a murderer
and a manipulator, but...

at least I have honor.

Your mother had honor.

You kind of look like her.

And you're gonna die
like her, too.

I did it.

I actually did it.

What's purer than saving a life?

Ending one.

Bree, get out of here.

Mallory needs our help!

To fight a monster, well,

we're gonna need
a bigger monster.

There is a troll that lives
under the Claire River Bridge.

The same nasty who ate
Arthur Spiderwick's brother.

If we can summon it,
it'll eat Mulgarath, too.

Can you bring the troll here?

What? No. No, no, no.

Only Simon can translate
the faery language.

He was supposed
to be back by now.

-What was that sound?

It's the vorpal sword.

No, no, no. They're trying
to kill Mulgarath. They won't.

There's not enough time.

I got to help your sister.

This. Jared,

you have to translate this page.

-Jared, you can do it.

You can.

I know you can.
I believe in you.

We need you.

No one's coming to help.

We can't win.

Calliope?

Look.

Hey, buddy.

So, no pressure at all, but
the future of everyone in Henson

and maybe the entire world
is relying on you.

I'm working on it, all right?

I know this has some connection

to the twin language
Simon and I made up.

Bubblegum.

Bubblegum!

That's the word we used

from the Lorengorm story
for "bubblegum."

"Dreidel-bear" means "tree sap."

So the troll page must be
saying, uh, tree...

Tree what?

You're afraid
of the vorpal sword.

All I need is one thrust
through the heart.

Me, too.

Sad.

Iron is also good
for gut health.

Come on!

Wind? Wind.

Trees, wind.

Wind through trees?

Wind through trees.

That might be it!

Jare-bear, you're a genius!

Come on!

I figured it out.
We have to make the sound

of wind going through trees
to summon the troll.

We just have to get the right
frequency. Come on, help me.

Okay.

Keep trying.
As loud as you can.

A valiant effort, but...

a failure, nonetheless.

I really wanted this
to work out between us.

Helen, you'll always be
in my heart.

And now, my stomach.

-Huh?

We have to kill it.

These creatures. Mulgarath.

Calliope. Dragons.

I've read enough to know
that you can't save them.

We... They're unfixable,

no matter how hard you try.

Come on.

Do it now before it grows up and
gets completely out of control.

You're not a monster, Jared.

Then why'd we come here
in the first place?

Hmm?

None of this would've happened
to us...

if I wasn't...

If I wasn't me.

We made you feel like this.

Made you feel like
you were less than.

We tried to change you.
We played a part.

But Jared, you'll never be like
everyone else.

That's your gift.

You're worthy.

See for yourself.

No, Jared!

Unclench your fist.

Release the past.

Embrace those near.

We've won at last.

Be a brownie.
Don't be blue.

If I may do so, so may you.

That's it?

That's your brownie form?

Your eye just barely
changed color.

Anger and ire are not our name.

Boggart, brownie are one
and the same.

We've all done bad things.

It doesn't mean
we can't be heroes, Jared.

It's your choice.

Here, Mallory.

That's not me!
That's not me!

What the hell is going on?

That's Mulgarath. That's why
you didn't kill the dragon!

No, no, no. I'm me. He's lying.

Creatures can't lie, which means

I'm telling the truth.
I'm Jared.

He's Mulgarath!

Use the seeing stone.

It's a shape-shifter.
It's not a spell.

Mulgarath is too good.

We won't be able
to tell them apart.

-Ask me anything.
-No, no, no, no, no. He studied

all my files.
He knows me as well as me.

Iron burns faeries,

and I'm perfectly fine.

Mallory?

Grace family motto--
don't be d-bags.

You look like you could use
a hand there, fella.

Arthur Spiderwick?