All language subtitles for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice 2 2024

? I don't think that
I can take it ?

? 'Cause it took so
long to bake it ?

? And I'll never have
that recipe again ?

? Again ?

Come in if you dare.

The living.

The dead.

Can they coexist?

That's what
we're here to find out.

My name is Lydia Deetz,
and welcome to Ghost House.

Joining us in the attic tonight

are Emmet and Jody Welch,
from Cleghorn, Wisconsin.

Along with their dog, Taco.

And we're gonna hear about how

their dream home
became a ghost house.

I've been a psychic mediator
for over 15 years.

But nothing
could have prepared me

for what I encountered
when I visited

the Welch farm.

Here's a preview.

Be warned,

it's intense.

I don't know what I'm gonna
find behind this door,

but it doesn't want me here.

I feel a dark presence.

We need to leave! Now!

Emmet, are you ready to hear
about your paranormal visitors?

Bring it on.

How about you, Jody?

Haven't slept a wink

since we moved
into that darned house.

Taco was so freaked out,
he goes to the bathroom

in his doggy bed every night.

It's been a living nightmare.

Confronting the unknown.
Conquering your fears.

There's nothing harder.

But don't worry.

I'll be right by your...

What the...

No.

No, no.

What's going on?

- I don't know.
- Go!

No. No.

- Uh...
- You're doing great.

I'm...

Need a break?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, let's take a break.

Lydia Deetz,
ladies and gentlemen!

Bravo.

I need five. Make it happen.

Okay, everybody, that's lunch!

I told him
he needed to wear contacts.

But no, Mr. Big Shot Magician
wouldn't listen.

Oh, can you
give it a rest, Nadia?

I'm having a really shitty day.

Hmm?

What happened out there?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's these double taping days,

- it can get to me.
- Oh, God.

Kills me to see you
feeling like this.

Because when
you're feeling like this,

it just makes me
feel what you're feeling.

So in a weird way it's like,

when you're hurting,
it's hurting me.

- I don't know.
- God, I'm sorry.

I... I don't mean to make you
feel like that.

Oh, babe. Hey, it's okay.

If anything, it just shows
how connected we are.

It's like we got the same
stupid little heart.

No. You don't need these.

Oh.

I have one job, and that is

to make sure that you do not
drown your talents

at the bottom
of a bottle of pills, Lydia.

Please...

just to get through today.

Okay. But...

this is the last time

that I ever dig pills
out of a trash can for you.

Do you understand?
Or a toilet or sink.

Here.

Okay? You got this.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- Is that mine?
- Don't move.

Who's texting me?

Your stupid stepmother.

She's got texting diarrhea.

I have to go.

Lydia...

we still have
a segment to finish.

Tell us about

the inspiration
for The Human Canvas.

I am my own canvas.

I am my art.

As we know,
art imitates the living.

It feeds me.

And I was not getting
enough nourishment

from the sculpture alone.

So, I decided
to broaden my tastes

and it turns out
I am insatiably...

Delia!

Where have you been?

I think I've cried all
the water out of my body.

What happened to Dad?

I'm desolee, Le Tigre!

He is the Picasso
of graffiti artists.

He was tagging me like
the walls of the Paris M�tro.

But now he's having
a petite tantrum

because I had to cancel
the performance.

What happened?

What? Oh.

Your father's left me.

He's divorcing you?

What a horrible thought.

No! He's dead!

What?

Daddy's passed away.

How?

He was returning

from his bird-watching
expedition

to the Funafuti Atoll...

...when his plane
went down

in the South Pacific.

A plane crash?

That was
his worst nightmare.

Actually,
he survived the crash.

- He drowned?
- Almost.

But not quite, no.
According to survivors,

Daddy clung onto a wing.

- Over here!
- Come on!

Hey, swim over!
Swim over!

Hey!

So, how did he die?

A shark jumped out of the water

and got him!

Just like that.

I just spoke to him
on Saturday.

He was so excited,

he thanked me
for the binoculars,

he said he had observed
the mating rituals

of the Tuamotu sandpiper.

Yes, he flew halfway
around the world

to watch birds
do it on a beach.

And it killed him!

We need to tell Astrid.

Oh. Must we?

She's already
such a morbid little thing.

That's if I can even reach her.

We're barely on speaking terms.

Oh, it would kill Charles
to know

I had to cancel my show.

Bonne journ�e a jamais!

What'd he say?

Did you see that?

Bonjour, monsieur. Ou suis-je?

Where am I?

Down the hall,
second door on the right.

Take a number.

Someone will help you.

Eventually.

Goddamn foreigners.

? Night and day,
there's a burning down inside of me ?

? Oh, oh, burning love
with a yearning that won't let me be ?

? Down I go
and I just can't take it all alone ?

? I really should be
holding you, holding you ?

? Loving you, loving you ?

? It's tragedy ?

? When the morning cries
and you don't know why it's hard to bear ?

? With no-one beside you
you're goin' nowhere ?

? Tragedy, when the feeling's gone
and you can't go on ?

? It's tragedy, when the morning cries
and you don't know why ?

? It's hard to bear ?

? With no-one to love you
You're goin' nowhere ?

? It's tragedy ?

? When the morning cries and
you don't know why it's hard to bear ?

? With no-one to love you
you're goin' nowhere ?

Hey, toots!

You're not supposed
to be back here.

Don't make me tell you twice.

Where is Beetlejuice?

Ugh.

Ghost House!

When you're all
on your third kid

and second divorce,

we'll see who gets
the last laugh.

Perfect.

Leave me alone.

So it's settled. We'll bring
Charles home to Winter River.

But I've never
hosted a funeral...

I've never hosted anything

without Charles standing there.

Watching me. In awe.

It's Astrid.

- Please don't leave a message.
- She won't pick up.

Maybe I should tell Astrid
about Charles.

Might be easier coming from

a non-feminine
masculine archetype.

Well, there aren't any men
left in the family.

Well, no offense taken, Delia.

I'll be a member of the family
soon enough.

In fact,

I might be the perfect person
to tell her.

Having just lost
my own grandfather.

You did? When?

Forty years ago.

But in my child body,
that's yesterday.

I'm gonna
tell Astrid, okay?

Just give me a few minutes
before you come up.

Enough!
I'll handle this.

Astrid!

Astrid!

Astrid!

Stop torturing your mother.

I know I usually find it funny,

and only fair
after the way she treated me

when she was your age.

But not today!

Your mummy's lost her daddy.

You've lost your grandpa.

And I've lost my...

horny handyman.

Charles.

Charles!

Oh, Charles!

Can't believe Grandpa is dead.

He's like the only semi-normal
person in this family.

We're gonna be in
Winter River for a few weeks.

What do you mean
for a few weeks?

I thought we were just
going for the funeral.

Well, we need to clear out
the house.

Grandpa loved that place.

Yes, and we are going
to honor him

with a Grief Collective.

A "Grief Collective"?

I am seeing a semi-multimedia
visual manifesto of our loss.

What does loss look like?

Is it just tears? A headstone?

Wilting gladioli?

No, we need to unpack
the art of sorrow.

Yeah, that sounds
really traumatic.

I can't go.

I'm our school rep

for our Student Environmental
Conference next week.

We're presenting our demands
on climate change action.

I spoke with the principal,
and they cleared it.

She actually thinks
it's a really good idea.

Yeah, well, I guess when you
donate an entire art center,

the principal becomes your
little puppet on a string.

Well, you're free
to reject your inheritance

when you're living high
off a tree hugger's salary.

What? No! No!

Jesus! Okay,
people already know

that Lydia Deetz is my mom.

Okay, can you stop being
a freak for, like, one second?

- Go back.
- Why?

All right, people already know
you'd rather spend

more time with ghosts
than your own daughter.

Jesus, Bob.

Can't you see
I'm concentrating here?

You know, Bob,

long distance relationships
can be difficult.

Especially when
one of you is dead

and the other's ignoring you
for 30 years.

But Lydia and I,

we have a definite
psychic connection.

I just need
these people out of my house.

Please hold! Afterlife
Call Center, please hold.

How much
for a premium bio exorcism?

And I'll tell ya something,

she definitely saw me
that last time.

I felt a little tingle.

The money back
guarantee one.

I'm putting your call
through now.

I've just died,
and she's already remarried.

Sell him the honeymoon package.

I'll kill the new husband,
and I'll possess the ex-wife.

I'll make her
do some unseemly things,

and then I'll post the pics.

Can I pay
in installments?

I'm needed upstairs.

Bob, hold down the fort.

Ou je suis?

- Where am I?
- Take a number,

take a seat.

I'm more of a dog person.

You! Room 515. Now.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Hey,
easy with the suit.

Don't "Detective" me,

you walking disaster.

- We got reports.
- Another protestor.

There is a ten-o-nine.

Wolf Jackson,
Afterlife Crime Unit.

Let me take a wild stab.

Actor.

Not just any actor.

I've done it all.
For six movies and a reboot,

I became Frank Hardballer.

Doing my own stunts
was non-negotiable.

- You know why?
- Authenticity.

Correct.

A vice cop doesn't
get to a perp's door

and then call for some hambone
stunt man to break it down.

Neither did I.

You gotta keep it real.

Looks like you got a little
too real there, bud.

Who knew it was a live grenade?

Your name came up

on this case I'm investigating.

Recognize this puss?

Never seen that chick
before in my life.

Or afterlife.

Any idea

why my suspect wrote your name

in this schmo's goo?

Uh... Hard to say, Wolf,
but could be a super-fan.

You know,
guys like you and me...

...we drive the gals crazy.

She collected
all her body parts.

My hunch
is she's out for revenge.

And you seem to be numero uno
on her hit list.

Well, wouldn't be
the first woman

who wanted to kill me.

And kinda hard
to kill a dead guy.

This gal can.

She's a soul sucker.

Oh, yeah,
you could say that again.

My advice, lay low.

She gets her hands on you
and you're dead-dead.

And there's no coming back
from that, Mr. Juice.

Roger that.

? Day-o, me say day-o ?

? Daylight come
And me want to go ?

? Day, me say day
Me say day, me say day ?

? Me say day, me say day-o ?

? Daylight come
And me want to go ?

? Come mister tally man ?

? Tally me banana ?

? Daylight come
And me want to go home ?

? Lift six-foot, seven-foot
Eight-foot bunch ?

? Daylight come
And me want to go home ?

I just don't believe
I won't see Charles again.

Be comforted in the knowledge

that he's in
a far better place.

Angels are guiding him
towards everlasting light

and may his soul fly through
the heavenly gates,

like the birds
that he so adored

and soar over
the Fields of Elysium

to the glory that is thine.

What?

I haven't been to a funeral
since Dad's.

Death is hard.

Yeah, sometimes
I think life is harder.

I know.

Listen, if you wanna talk
to that therapist again...

There you go again.

You just sidestep

every possible
conversation about him.

Astrid...

I loved your father,

but our relationship was over

a long time
before the accident.

I still don't understand
why you can't see him.

- Why not?
- I wish I knew.

But this ability

didn't exactly
come with instructions.

It all started
when I was your age.

It's ironic, isn't it?

You can apparently
see any random ghost

for your shitty TV show,

but the one ghost
that actually matters to me

you can't see at all.

We are closed!

I'm sorry to bother you.
My name's Charles Deetz.

I'm feeling
a little lightheaded.

Where am I?

Damn newbies.

You wait! In waiting room!

All right.

Unbelievable.

Hey...

who's there?

- My ex-wife is back.
- Hmm?

Well, I know
what you're thinking...

"When was the Juice
ever tied down?

What kind of woman could ever
keep him satisfied?" Well...

Mazel tov.

Now she's back,

and she's pissed.

Hey.

Must be pretty
noisy up here. Yeah?

In here, too.

Listen, if you ever
need to process

any of your emotions,
I'm here for you.

Emotions processed. Thanks.

I saw you standing
at your grandfather's grave.

He must have been
a pretty dope dude.

Death is so, like...

It's, like, tragic,
you know?

I mean, if you ever wanna,
you know, cry or just,

kind of rage against
some of these feelings

that you have going on
in there,

I want you to know

that I could be that...

kinda dope dad-dude for you.
You know?

- I'm good.
- You know,

times like this
can bring a family

weirdly closer together.

On the way over here,

I wrote a poem
for your grandpa.

Oh, did you? How does it go?

It's, it's, it's...

it starts...

It, well, it kinda like
opens on grief. Obviously.

And then acceptance.

It's long. I didn't memorize it
or anything like that,

but it's quite beautiful.

Cut the crap, Rory.

All right? I'm not falling
for your New Age,

overly emotional,
trauma bonding,

yoga retreat bullshit.

I see you.

Because, like you,

my mom is a very broken person.

Okay?
She's a delusional fantasist.

You just exploit her.

And if she wants
to allow that to happen,

that's on her.

I'm so sorry
for your loss. I'm sorry.

I know, I know. Thank you.

Oh, if it isn't
little Jane Butterfield.

Littler Jane?

Oh, it's Jane Butterfield-Lee
now.

We hyphenated.

Is that Maxie Dean?

No.

No one's here yet.

Sample from
my hubby's microbrewery.

"Micro"? Is that for people
with tiny houses?

Why is your house
covered in black fabric?

It's a mourning shroud.

Now that Charles is dead,
so also dies this house.

And I'm protecting it
in its transition.

To a new life
with a new family.

I can't wait to show it.

Buyers are already lining up.

Thanks to you, Lydia,

everyone wants a piece
of the original Ghost House.

Ghosts aren't real.

Only gullible people
believe that kind of crap.

Unless you're trying to pay
the bills, right, Mom?

Okay, honey, in we go.

Can I have
everyone's attention, please?

What?

We're gathered here today

to celebrate the life
of an extraordinary man.

Now, I only had the pleasure

of meeting Charles a few times.

Then I can tell you
he didn't want any speeches.

Charles hated
public displays of emotion.

Yeah, but he also...

chose to live his life
to the fullest.

I'm going to tear a page
out of Charles Deetz's book.

Lydia,

now, I know
we had always agreed

to take
our relationship slowly.

But I can't wait any longer.

Let's get married
on your favorite holiday.

Will you marry me on Halloween?

- Good Lord!
- Uh...

That's... That's in two days!

Yes, I know.

I've already spoken
to Father Damien.

The church is available.

The Lord's sanctuary
welcomes all who seek

salvation
and everlasting glory.

Just not before noon,
and between three and four.

You're seriously doing this
at Charles' wake?

Yes. Yes. Yes, because...

because as we stand here,

surrounded by death...

...let us all make
a commitment to choose life.

Because I want to spend

the rest of my life
with you, Lydia.

And you, Delia.

And you too.

And you. Again.

What do you say?

Rory, I... Come on,

I can't commit to this
right now.

Oh.

All right.

This is too much loss.

What do you mean?

Well, first,
the death of Charles.

And of course,
the death of my grandfather,

which you know about.
And now the death of...

- us.
- No! No, I...

Come on, I didn't mean that.

Thought you wanted to take
life's great big bungee jump

right beside me.

No safety nets, right?

But I guess,

the only thing
bungee jumping today is love.

And that cord just snapped.

Come on. Rory...

- I love you.
- And I love you.

Oh.

What are we waiting for?

Okay, I guess.

Oh, my God.

She said "yes"!

She said "yes"!

Astrid!

? I don't like anything ?

? But I love everyone
somedays ?

? Sometimes
when the goin' gets rough ?

? I cry somedays ?

? And on Sunday
I'm praying to a God ?

? Don't know whom
but he gives me love ?

? Someday ?

? And I know
when the sun is out ?

? And good people are about ?

? It restores my faith ?

? Someday ?

? Oh, yeah
Someday ?

Sorry!

- Sorry!
- Watch out!

Whoa.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?
What happened?

Yeah. I'll live.

Uh, what are you reading?

Crime and Punishment.

- One of those.
- "One of those"?

What does that mean?

Nothing.
I've read it three times.

- Did you really?
- Yeah.

"Pain and suffering
are always inevitable."

Yes.

Yeah, I...

I can't believe you're quoting
Dostoevsky. That's...

Where have you been
all my life?

So, how long have
you been in Winter River?

My whole life.

I've never seen you
around before.

Yeah, this is just
a temporary layover

for my grandpa's funeral.

Until my mom's janky fiance

turned it into
a de facto engagement party.

Yeah, he announced
their wedding date.

Wow. That's different.

Oh, yeah.
If you knew my mom,

that's actually
pretty on-brand for her.

Is your dad
in the picture or...

No.

Yeah, he was a free spirit.

Defender of hopeless causes.

When they split,
he went to Brazil.

He was trying
to save the rainforest.

But my mom grew up here.

That old house on the hill.

Wait. The Ghost House?

Is your mom Lydia Deetz?

Unfortunately.

She's a legend.

Well, yeah, if you believe
in supernatural bullshit.

You don't?

- No.
- Mmm-hmm.

I only believe in things
that I can see.

You know, science. Facts.

Oh.

Yeah, it's gonna keep going.

Back to the insanity.

I'm sorry about your fence,
by the way.

You can tell your parents
my mom will pay for that.

Nah, that's okay. It's...
They won't even notice.

Uh... Well, listen,
I'll be here tomorrow,

if you want a break
from the insanity.

Witness confirmed our suspect

as the soul sucker
from Lost and Found.

Wanna hear
the weird part, chief?

Hit me.

After she turned the owner

into a human pancake,

she stole a wedding dress
from the conveyor.

Of course.
This stapled sicko...

has her twisted heart set

on a romantic reunion
with Mr. Juice.

She won't stop killing,

until she walks him
back down the aisle.

Cases like this make me wonder
why I even became a cop.

You're not a cop.
You're an actor.

Thank you, Janet.

You keep me real.

Should we take
this Beetlejuice

into protective custody?

See if you can find him.

He's probably laying low.

Scared out of his mind.

A little higher, boys.

We can't let Delores
get through that door.

Bob.

Like lookin' in a mirror.

You see, Bob,
you'd serve as my decoy.

You'd walk in front of me
at all times.

That way she'd suck your soul
while I make my getaway.

�Comprende?

Now's my chance.

What?

Why?

No! No! No!

Delia, what's wrong?

I'm trying to capture
the perfect primal scream.

I'm gonna blow it up,
mount it on the wall,

and I invite all of you
to do the same.

- Why?
- For the Collective.

We cannot sincerely celebrate

all that was good
about our dearly departed.

Not until we release the horror

that they inflicted upon us.

What awful thing
did Grandpa ever do to you?

He bought this house
without telling me.

Oh, my God!

I was helpfully getting
some boxes in town,

then I heard you screaming.
Are you all right?

It was Delia.

Oh, Delia.

I'm good.

Ignore her.

That was very
thoughtful of you.

Astrid, can you give him
a hand with the boxes?

I told the movers to come
a week from today. All right?

I think that'll give us all
time to get over

our grief and our trauma.

And then, after the wedding,
I think we should go back,

and we gotta
finish those shows.

Maybe Mom can get
the ghosts in the attic

to give us a hand.

Adam and Barbara Maitland.
They're not here anymore.

Why? They find
a better house to haunt?

No, we found a loophole,
and they moved on.

How convenient.

Ew.

Oh.

God, I thought I lost those.

That was taken at an all-night
Mario Bava horror fest.

I was nine months
pregnant with you.

My water broke during
Kill, Baby... Kill!

Dad's favorite movie.

Yeah.

Can I keep this?

Yeah.

I really like that model
of Winter River, too.

Did Grandpa make that?

No, that belonged
to the Maitlands.

You know,
the non-existent ghost couple.

Oh, I found that on the floor.

- Hey, who's Beetlejuice?
- Don't ever say that name!

Not ever!

- Beetlejuice.
- No! Astrid, I'm serious.

If you say that name
three times, really bad stuff

- is gonna happen.
- Like what?

In fact,
this attic is off-limits.

Do you understand me?

Yeah, I understand
that you're crazy.

Oh, my God, it's you!

I thought a moose
was about to attack me.

It's breathing exercises.

Try seeing ghosts every day.

Astrid!

Let her be.

God, she hates me.

Somehow, Richard's
death is still my fault.

You blamed me
for your mother's.

She's not dead.

And I didn't blame you.
I resented you.

There's a difference.

You weren't very nice.

No, you barely acknowledged
my existence.

But we've done all right,
haven't we?

Yeah. Ever since I sold out
and got famous,

we have gotten closer.

No, I started liking you
before that.

Again with
the creepy breathing!

It works!

I learned it at the survivors'
retreat, where I met Rory.

Of course you did.

Look, I was in shock
after Richard died.

And I was working on
my unresolved feelings,

and Rory had just lost
his fiancee

in a skiing accident,

and we were
in the same sorrow circle

and we connected.

Yeah.

He was turned on by you at
the lowest point in your life.

Okay, but this isn't about him.

Astrid found this in the attic.

Ew. So?

So?

Every now and then
I feel his presence.

Like he's lurking somewhere,

just out of reach.

But lately,

I'm seeing him again.

And I was really hoping
this was all in my head.

But now this?

Lydia, you need
to take back your life.

From the hanger-onners,
from this thing.

Where's the obnoxious
little goth girl

who tormented me
all those years ago?

It's time to find her.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Jeremy, is that you?
- Yeah.

Uh, Mom, I'm just gonna
be upstairs with a friend.

Okay. Have fun.

- Hey, Dad.
- Son.

Stuck on...
He lives in that room.

You've got a lot of '90s vinyl.

Where are you
finding this, eBay?

No, I troll old record stores.

I don't trust
what I can't touch.

Handbook for
the Recently Deceased.

Yeah, I got that
at a yard sale in town.

The illustrations
are pretty gnarly.

Yeah, looks like
the kinda crappy book

my mom would write.

What's the deal
with your parents?

Well, my mom spends
every waking hour

in the kitchen stress-baking.

And my dad used to work
at the paper mill,

but then he had an accident,

so now he's a full-time
couch potato.

I can't wait to get out
of this shitty town.

Um, you must have been
to a lot of places

traveling, with a famous mom.

Not really.

My dad's
more the traveler anyway.

We used to have this big plan

where we were gonna visit

the top ten
creepiest places on Earth.

So, Tower of London
and Dracula's Castle and...

yeah, then we never
got the chance to do it.

What happened?

A boat accident.

Yeah, they searched
the Amazon for a week,

and they never found his body.

You really miss him.

Yeah.

You know,
I at least would have liked

to have gotten the chance
to say goodbye.

But can't your mom,

I don't know, like,

contact him or...

She claims
she can't even see him.

- Why not?
- Because she's a fraud.

Well, I think
that's a little harsh.

Uh, well, tomorrow's Halloween.

I know. Used to be
my favorite holiday.

Because my dad,
he would go all out

and make the most
age-inappropriate costumes.

Yeah, I think I was

in second grade when I went
as Munch's The Scream.

- Wow. Yeah.
- Yeah. It was a choice.

But now my mom's
getting married that day,

so I don't know,

probably be
my least favorite now.

Well, what time's the wedding?

Midnight. The witching hour.

Future stepdad's lame idea.

Well, why don't you
come over...

earlier?

Uh, we could,

I don't know, we could order
pizza and give out candy.

Only if you want to.
I mean that's, that's no...

no pressure.

What is up
with these creepy birds?

Bird-watching
was my dad's passion.

Oh, I contacted
that vintage shop

you love in SoHo.

They've sent a few
potential wedding dresses.

Should be here later today.

Ooh, great. Thanks.

And a, uh,

little bird may have
chirped our big news

to a few news outlets.

Thought we could
sell the photos exclusively.

Could be great press
for the show.

I... Look, I'm really excited
about tying the knot,

but can we just keep it
small and private?

Yeah. Well, sure.

It's your big day.

Night. Whatever.

Yo, I've got fevers running

all through me. All through me!

Lydia?

I want you out of my life!

Do you hear me?

Lydia?

Who are you yelling at?

Do you remember that
couples therapist that we saw,

- Dr. Glickman?
- Mmm.

He said that I was holding
something back

and until I faced it,
you and I wouldn't evolve.

- Mmm.
- Okay, well, he was right.

And I'm going to tell you now.

And, fair warning,

it's gonna sound batshit crazy.

Are you okay with that?

Of course. I'd love to.

Let's break through
this barrier together.

Okay, just give me a sec.

When I was a teenager,

a trickster demon
terrorized my entire family

and tried to force me
to marry him,

in order to come back
to the real world for good.

I believed he was gone forever,

and then lately,
I have been seeing him again.

And now, he is actually back.

And I don't know why,
or how, or what to do.

Okay, so you're saying that
someone called Beetlejuice...

Don't say his name!

If you say his name
three times,

he will appear.

Okay. So this...

demon is clearly a construct
of your unpacked trauma.

It's trauma that
you're gonna need to face,

otherwise, it's just
gonna get worse.

He's not a construct.
He is literally a demon.

I know this
is a big step for you.

But in the words
of Dr. Glickman,

I'm gonna give you
the push you need.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,
Beetlejuice.

What just happened?

We're in the model.

That's not possible.

What the hell?

I told you not to say his name!

Lydia Deetz,
ladies and gentlemen!

Don't ever
say that name.

Not ever!
We need to leave, now.

Beetlejuice,
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.

- Is that...
- Beetlejuice!

First of all,
I want you two kids to know,

this is a safe space. Okay?

Feel free
to express yourselves.

Don't be afraid. I sense
there's an enabler here,

but we'll get to that.

Look, dig deep

and spill your guts.

Okay? Who wants to go first?

Huh?

All right, I will.

There you go. See?
I'm willing to do the work.

You two kids
need to get in touch

with your inner child.

Mine'll be along
in just a jiffy.

Everybody says
he's got my eyes.

Personally, I don't see it.

Scram, kid.

You're just my unpacked trauma.

You're just my unpacked trauma.

You're a figment
of my imagination.

Really?

Is this a figment
of your imagination?

Leg man.

Just like his old man.

That was you stalking me.

Hey, if stalking means

trying to remarry
the love of my life,

well, I'm guilty as charged.
Come here!

Home, home, home!

? Wherever you go
Whatever you do ?

? I will be right here
Waiting for you ?

What happened?

I just had the wildest dream.

Yeah, I think
we should lay off the pills.

Snakes?

Actually, asps.

Aren't they beautiful?

Wedding gift for Rory?

Too late.
They've been defanged.

Guaranteed harmless,
and they're for me.

In Ancient Egypt,

a queen would perform
a ceremony

at the tomb of her pharaoh
using snakes,

the symbol of undying love.

- Are you sure about that?
- Mmm-hmm.

We read that
they were a constant threat

to Ra in the underworld

and represented total chaos.

Okay, see,
that's why schools need

more art and less reading.

You got your wish,
we're leaving.

So go pack up your things,

I'm driving you back to school.

Wait, what happened?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

I will pay
for a fleet of movers

to take everything
back to Manhattan,

except that model.

We need to chop it up
and burn it.

Oh.

You're calling off the wedding?

What did that
cheese ball do now?

It's not Rory.

It's Beetlejuice.

He's here.

In the model. I saw him.

Rory saw him, too,
but he thinks it's a dream.

Wait,
we can't leave yet.

I have plans tomorrow
with this boy that I met.

How did you have time
to meet a boy?

You had time to get married.

She doesn't
mean it. It's just karma.

Whatever. I was biking

and then I kinda crashed
into his fence

and we started talking,

and then he invited me over
to his place for Halloween.

Can I go, Mom?

Mmm-mmm.

Please?

I will not allow
that menace to humanity

to upheave our family again.

No one goes in there,
no one calls his name!

We're gonna be fine, right?

Mom, come on!
I'm gonna be late.

Trick or treat!

Are you sure
this is the right address?

Yeah.

125 Jefferson Lane.

Don't judge... all right?

His dad just got
into an accident at work,

and they're going through
a rough patch.

Trick or treat!

He's cute.

What are you doing?

I was gonna go
say "hey" to his parents.

Seriously?
This isn't a playdate.

I mean,
we're not six years old.

Nothing's gonna happen.

All right, okay. You're right.

Have fun,
and I'll pick you up at 10:00.

Not a second later.

Come on, quick!

Trick or treat!

I, uh,
raided the basement.

I forgot we even
had half this stuff.

Yeah, you really went all out.

Yeah.

I like the James Dean costume,
by the way.

Thank you. But yeah,

my parents think
I look more like

Richie from Happy Days.

- Mmm?
- Your costume looks great.

Who are you supposed to be?

Marie Curie.

Two-time Nobel Prize-winning
French physicist

- and feminist icon.
- Oh, she was, uh,

she discovered radiation.
Right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, her work was killing her.

She didn't even realize it.

Yeah, well,
for someone who is dying

of radiation poisoning,

uh, you look beautiful.

I brought some candy.
Or a lot of... I...

It's probably
too much actually.

But, uh, we can, I don't know,

maybe binge on whatever's
left over, if you want?

Or we could start
handing it out now,

if that's...

- what you wanna do.
- Yeah.

Uh, I have a confession, actually.

I'd rather stay up here
with you.

Okay. Yeah.

That works, too.

Please don't freak out.

What are you?

Don't you know?

Astrid, really,
you don't have to be scared.

You're a ghost.

My mom was telling the truth.
Shit!

When my mom and dad
used to fight,

I used to steal
one of my dad's six-packs

and go hide out
in the tree fort.

And one day,

I slipped

and fell.

How long ago did that happen?

23 years, 5 months and 14 days.

But who's counting?

I've been stuck in this house
for 23 years.

I can't go any further
than that tree.

And I've just spent my time
watching the world go by.

But then you came along,

and you could see me.

And I've been on my own
for so long,

it was like a grenade
had gone off in my head.

It was amazing.

You're amazing.

- I should go.
- Astrid, I know.

I know it's insane.

But I really like you,

and I want us to be together.

How?

You're dead, I'm alive.
That doesn't make any sense.

Well, uh,

what if I told you

that I'd found a way
to come back.

To be human again.

Um, it's all in this book.

Uh, everyone gets one of these
when they die.

It's kind of complicated,

but, uh, I can only do it

with the help
of a living person.

And you could literally
give me my life back.

I don't know.
Maybe we could ask my mom?

'Cause she's supposed to be
the undead expert, right?

Yeah, well, I...

I'm sure she'll give you
a million reasons

to stay away.

But I'll give you one reason
to help me.

You'd get to see your dad.

Again.

I have the first
official open house

a week from Sunday,

and then we will let
the bidding war begin.

Where's Rory?

Supermarket.

Swapping out the candy
I bought for carrot sticks.

Because Rory loves
to fun-suck everything.

Even Halloween.

Gotta run.
See you at the church.

Oh. Unless you're calling off
the wedding?

No, Delia.

Where are you going?

Cemetery.

To commune
with my dear husband's spirit.

I need to skedaddle, too.

I'm co-chaperoning

Littler Jane's
Girl Scout troop.

We spent weeks coming up
with a group costume theme.

We agreed nothing Disney.

The closest
we ever got to Disney

was when Astrid dressed
as Cinderella's dead mom.

You'll never guess
what the girls came up with.

- Mmm?
- Fruit salad.

Isn't that genius?

It's healthy
and non-triggering.

I'm going as...

"reverse mortgage."

Which is "mortgage"
spelled backwards.

Where is Astrid?

On a date. Her first.

I think I'm more nervous
than she is.

The boy lives over
on Jefferson.

Don't mention that street.

I have a listing that's kept me

from a perfect sales record.

Oh, it's my own fault.

The place had been
on the market for years...

but I thought if I could sell
the "Murder House,"

it would be
a feather in my cap.

Murder House?

Which house?

125.

That's where
I dropped Astrid off.

She was seeing
a boy named Jeremy.

Jeremy Frazier?

I didn't get his last name.

Oh, no, it can't be him.

But Jeremy Frazier
was bad news.

Twenty-three years ago,
he murdered his parents.

The cops found him
hiding in his tree house.

When they tried to get him out,

he fell, broke his neck,

died instantly.

That's all you have to do
to get into the Afterlife?

Draw a door with some chalk?

Oh, and knock three times?

I'm just doing
what it says in there.

So lame.

Or maybe it's not so lame.

And what do we do?
We just walk through?

I can. But since
you're still alive,

you have to read
that incantation first.

"De mundo
vivorum audeo in iterum..."

Astrid!

Jeremy, is that you?

"Ut liber iterum
ambulet alius."

Okay.

I think that worked.

Astrid!

Let's go see your dad.

Astrid! No!

Okay.

Uh, okay, you just wait here.

I'm gonna go find out
where we're supposed to go.

Make sure to ask
where my dad is.

Excuse me,
sorry, sorry for...

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

Okay, we need to go
to Immigration.

Excuse me, can I
please speak to your manager?

My wife is gonna flay me
if I don't get home soon.

That's sweet.
Take a number and a seat.

Whoa, dude.

Oh,
Powers of the Hereafter,

accept my Charles as
I have accepted his passing.

No, I haven't.

And I won't ever.

There is no expiry date
on sorrow.

Oh. Oh, that's good.

Though there is no expiry date
on sorrow!

Kings of Commerce,

Knights of Nasdaq,

deem him worthy to enter
the gates of your realm.

You are no more, my king.

But with the blessing
of the angels

of undying love...

I, your surviving queen,

proudly take up the mantle
of your...

Okay.
There you go. Thank you.

You all right, honey?
You look a little manic.

Just pre-wedding jitters.

I'm just gonna go up
and try on my dress,

but don't come up

'cause it's bad luck to see me
before the ceremony.

Sure.

Oh, well, hello.
Who's clowning around?

- Trick or treat!
- Trick or treat!

Here we are.

- Apples...
- Thank you!

...carrot sticks,
and some blonde raisins,

'cause no one likes
a big, fat clown.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,
Beetlejuice.

The Juice is loose.

I need you to tell me
what this means.

Oh, well, let's have a look,
shall we?

Long story short,
your daughter's screwed.

She decided to trade lives
with the boy.

He gets to come back,

while she's stuck
on the other side permanently.

One-way ticket
on the Soul Train.

- Soul Train?
- That's right.

Last stop, the Great Beyond.

No, she can't
get on that train.

You've gotta get me in there
so I can get her out.

Well, I can get you in,

but it's gonna
take a quid pro quo.

Of course there is.
What do you want?

Well, I've got this ex-wife,
you know?

And she's kind of a whack job,
first of all. We're through.

She's kinda clingy.

If I could just get away
from her permanently somehow.

You want me to marry you!

I thought you'd never ask.

How do I know that
you're gonna keep your word?

I swear
on my dead mother's soul.

Yikes!

Okay, fine.

I'll marry you if you help me
save my daughter.

I'm gonna need that in writing.

- Give me that.
- Ow.

And here we go.

I'm gonna make you so happy.

Jesus! What's the plan
on getting in?

Yeah.

Well, can't exactly
go through the front door.

We need
a demon possession.

Our case worker's
on strike

and the waiting room's...

Tell Beetlejuice

these people
are still in my house.

Hello? Hello?

You never saw us.

�Comprende?

Bob, you and the boys
stand guard.

Nobody gets through.

Let's go, honey.

- Trick or treat.
- Trick or treat.

Whoa, whoa.

One each.

Honor system.

Yeah, right. Asshole.

Huh?

Okay, everyone,

strawberries get first pick
this time.

No crowding.

Hands on your head, asswipe!

Or I'll spray-paint the wall
with your brains!

10-31 reporting.

Oh, no, dude.

That was way too forced.

Remember, throw it away.

Underplay it.

You gotta keep it real.

- Warning.
- Olga,

what the hell is going on?

We got a code 6-9-9 violation.

You mean to tell me

a live one illegally
broke into the Afterlife?

...6-9-9 violation.

Time to call the Ghoul Squad.

I need a hard target search
for two suspects.

Scumbag...

goes by the name
of Beetlejuice.

And a female Fleshbag.

One Lydia Deetz.

Kick down every door.
Leave no gravestone unturned.

Hell, sift through the sands
of Titan if you have to!

Men...

this is what
you've been training

your entire deaths for.

And remember...

Gotta keep it real!

Yes!

What the hell?

Where am... What?

No. No. No!

No!

No!

Excuse me!

What if a mistake's been made?

Because I'm not
supposed to be here.

Seriously?

No. I have global entry.

Is there a line for that?

The 8:35 to the Great Beyond

is on time.

Next.

Stand on the marks and look
directly into the camera.

Say "cheese."

Whoa!

Are you okay?

No. I feel strange.

I feel amazing. Go figure.

- What just happened?
- Well, it's real simple.

You remember the chant
that I got you to recite?

Uh, you agreed
to swap your life for mine.

What?

I needed your life so that
I could walk free again.

She's got a seat
on the Soul Train.

One-way to the Great Beyond.

If you hustle,
you can make the 8:35.

- Wait, no! Wait!
- Thank you very much.

I never agreed to this!

Uh, how do I cross back over?

Get this stamped first.
Window 11.

The transfer
isn't permanent till then.

Dad?

- Astrid?
- Dad?

Dad! Help me!

Dad!

Astrid!

Soon, my beloved.

Soon.

Warning, violation code 6-9-9.

All clear. Let's go.

We're like Bonnie and Clyde,
you and me.

Without the bullet holes.

Do you even know
where we're going?

You go right down the hallway,

three rights through
the ninth door...

Violation code 6-9-9.

...and right to the Soul Train.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go to
the little boy's room first.

This is the 8:35...

to the Great Beyond!

All aboard

the Soul Train!

No. No!

No!

Yeah! Whoo!

Astrid!

Astrid!

No! No, no!

No, no!

Please, no!

Hey,
shake your thing, mama.

Hey!

Astrid!

Shoot!

Freeze!

There.

By the way, I saw Dad.

Hey, where are we?

I don't know.

Hey, that's Saturn.

Right? So we must be
on one of its moons.

I swear,
the Afterlife is so random!

Sandworm! Run!

Take my hand!

Here! Come on!

Marie Curie.

After the radiation poisoning.

Right?

Learned from the best.

We made a great kid.

Yeah, we did.

Come here!

I know you can't see me,

but I check in on you both
all the time.

And I don't want
to be the reason

that drove you two apart.

You need each other.

You make each other better.

Always have.

Alert!

We have a 6-9-9 violation.

We gotta get back
to Winter River.

You can't leave until
Astrid gets her life back.

- Warning! Intruder detected!
- Let's go.

The Ghoul patrol found
the breach and sealed it.

Any sign of Mr. Beetlejuice?
Or the Fleshbag?

Still looking.

But we did find something
that might help.

Hmm.

- "Bob"?
- Mmm?

Let me tell ya
how this is gonna go.

Your shriveled lips
will start flappin',

or I'll crack
your itty-bitty skull

like a goddamn walnut.

Where's Beetlejuice?

- Rory?
- Father...

I'm seeing these shrunken
head people everywhere.

Well, be not afraid,

for thine eyes
will see strange things.

Are you filled
with fear and trembling?

Yes! I'm shitting my pants.

- Ah.
- What are you doing here?

I'm searching
for the lost lambs

to bring back into the light.

Why don't I give you a ride
to the church?

Trick or treat!

Sorry, sorry I just... I'll...

I... Come right back, I just...

Excuse me. Just...

Um, sorry, I'm just, uh,
late for a wedding.

Hi, yes, one question,
how do I get out of here?

Because someone
made a terrible mistake.

I'm on a break.
Take a number. Take a seat.

No, you see, those asps,

they were defanged.
I paid extra for that.

Honey, you're dead, okay?

Now take a number and sit down.

Is there perhaps anyone here
who has the power to help me?

Did that line
used to work for you?

I'm not dead!

You know what?

My husband's here.
Charles Deetz.

Yes, he can fix this.

You call him, he can fix this,
he can fix anything.

Not anymore he can't.

No, wait! Wait, I know people!

Oh! I know people!
I am people! Why's...

No.

Beetlejuice. Oh, no.

Beetlejuice.

Right here.

I get it. Now that you're dead,

you wanna hang out with me.

Would you help me
find Charles, please?

And then the VIP lounge.

- Sure.
- Okay.

Just after you help me
find my runaway bride.

Ugh.

Hmm?

Where is he?

Tell me.

Stay behind
the line until called.

Don't stamp that passport!

You're too late, man.

I think it was Dostoevsky
who said...

"Later, fucker!"

This way. Follow me.

Next!

Warning! Intruder detected.

This way.

This is
a code 6-9-9. We have...

Okay, this is as far as I go.

- Okay.
- I love you.

I love you too, sweetheart.

Have an amazing life.

You take care of each other.

Yeah.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Thank you for saving my life.

I'm so sorry I never believed
that you saw ghosts and...

I don't know,
I'm just sorry for all of it.

Astrid, I...

Lydia!
Come on, you're late!

Oh, my God! My wedding!

We're about to start.

Wait, Mom, with everything
that's happened tonight,

you know you don't
have to do this, right?

I know,
but if I don't do it now,

I'm never gonna do it.

But are you sure about this?

Rory loves me,
and that's gotta be enough.

Quickly, my dear!
Come! Come!

Oh.

And the lost lamb
is welcome into thy house

- with open arms.
- Oh, my God!

I thought you got cold feet.

Oh, no, blame me.

She just saved me
from my date from hell.

Who are all these people?

This is just
a couple influencers.

Nobody under
five million followers,

and I think we have
a Netflix executive in there.

We doing this?

Yeah. Where's your dress?

All that matters
is that I'm here, now.

So let's just skip
straight to the vows.

Wait, where's Delia?

Yo!

Right here.

She was helpin' me calm down
before the wedding.

I was feeling a little jittery.

- All, right, beat it.
- You.

You're that thing...

from my dream.

Well, I'm really
more nightmare material,

but, thanks.

- You're...
- Uh-uh.

Part of the deal

is you can never,
ever say my name, ever!

What deal?

The deal she made to save you.

By the way,
you can call me "Dad."

Lydia.

You agreed to marry him?

I was desperate,
and it was my only option.

Lydia. What's going on here?

Wow.

Awkward.

You haven't made much progress
since our last session,

so I'm gonna suggest
some drug therapy.

Don't be afraid to share.
When you're ready.

I always thought
your whole act was bullshit.

I never believed in ghosts,
spirits, or any of it.

What? All this time?

Why the hell
did you wanna get married?

Money!

I knew I could make more
as your husband

than I could as your manager.

And I never
had a dead fiancee.

I just went
to that survivor's retreat,

so that I could meet
weak women and exploit them!

And I hit the codependent
lottery when I met you.

How 'bout a little
physical therapy?

We'd like to thank you all

for coming to this
very special occasion,

but right now
we'd like a little privacy.

Where you goin', Padre?

Honey, I've got
one more surprise,

and this one's from the heart.

? Spring was never
Waiting for us, girl ?

? It ran one step ahead ?

? As we followed in the dance ?

? Between the parted
Pages and were pressed ?

? In love's hot, fevered iron ?

? Like a striped
Pair of pants ?

? MacArthur's Park
Is melting in the dark ?

? All the sweet green icing
Flowin' down ?

? Someone
Left the cake out in the rain ?

? I don't think
That I can take it ?

? 'Cause it took so long
To bake it ?

? And I'll never
Have that recipe ?

? Again ?

? Oh, no ?

? I recall
The yellow cotton dress ?

? Foaming like a wave ?

? On the ground
Around your knees ?

? The birds, like tender babies
In your hands ?

? And the old men
Playing checkers ?

? By the trees ?

? MacArthur's Park
Is melting in the dark ?

? All the sweet green icing
Flowing down ?

? Someone left the cake
Out in the rain ?

? I don't think
That I can take it ?

? 'Cause it took so long
To bake it ?

? And I'll never
Have that recipe again ?

? Oh, no ?

I love a good dream sequence.

? There will be
Another song for me ?

? For I will sing it ?

? I will drink the wine
While it is warm ?

? And never let you catch me
Looking at the sun ?

? And after all
The loves of my life ?

? After all the loves
Of my life ?

? You'll still be the one ?

? I will take
My life into my hands ?

? And I will use it ?

? I will win the worship ?

? In their eyes
And I will lose it ?

Mr. Juice,

you've violated code 6-9-9!

Freeze!

Book 'em, Danno!

Beetlejuice!

What the...

I'm back.

Sweetheart!

You look fantastic!

You look so...

- put together.
- He's mine.

It's me, not you.
You know, honey,

I've been goin' through
a lotta changes lately.

Kind of a mid-afterlife
crisis, I guess.

Your soul belongs to me,
my love.

For eternity.

You don't wanna
spend your eternity with me.

I'm a lone wolf.

You need a soulmate.

Somebody who really sees you.
For instance.

I need something
to draw with. Quick!

Ol�.

- Let's go!
- Hey!

We had a deal.

She doesn't have to marry you.

- What?
- You violated code 6-9-9.

Yeah, you illegally brought
my mom into the Afterlife.

According to that book,
that contract is null and void.

Look, I'm sorry things didn't
work out between us,

but the 600-year age gap

was a little bit much for me.

- Beetle...
- Ah!

Beetlejuice.

Beetlejuice.

- Hey!
- Beetlejuice.

Shoulda got married in Vegas.

Looks like
we're a little late, boys.

Tape off the crime scene,
call in forensics,

and keep
the goddamn media away.

Little lady, you just
popped his Beetlejuice.

Say your goodbyes,

you can take a selfie now,
if you like,

but make it quick.

Sister, you're comin' with me.

What? Delia, what did you do?

I fell for a scam,

and I'm counting on you
to claim a refund.

Those snakes were actually
poisonous, weren't they?

Yeah. So, I died
of embarrassment.

Your work's gonna
go up in value.

- Oh! Oh, well, then.
- Mmm-hmm.

Delia...

- I'll miss you.
- No, you won't.

I'll find Charles
and we'll haunt you both,

until you beg us to move on!

Nice work
for a couple of Fleshbags.

Don't come knockin'
until it's your time,

and in the meantime, remember,

you gotta keep it real.

Come on, beautiful,

we got a date
with the commissioner.

Charles!

Delia!

I can't believe you're here!

Oh, Charles.

I'm so happy
to see you!

Oh, Charles,

look what happened to me!

This is the 10:13,

to the Great Beyond!

All aboard

the Soul Train!

I wanna thank
all you Ghosties out there,

for all your support
over the years,

but this is my last show.

I have spent so much time
talking to the dead,

it's time I started living.

I wanna make memories
with the people I love

rather than be
haunted by them later.

Oh, my God.
What is that?

Mommy!

I just had the weirdest dream.

? I recall
the yellow cotton dress ?

? Foaming like a wave ?

? On the ground
beneath your knees ?

? The birds like tender babies
in your hands ?

? And the old men playing ?

? Chinese checkers
by the trees ?

? MacArthur's Park
is melting in the dark ?

? All the sweet,
green icing flowing down ?

? Someone left the cake out
in the rain ?

? I don't think
that I can take it ?

? 'Cause it took so long
to bake it ?

? And I'll never have
that recipe again ?

? Again ?

? MacArthur's Park
is melting in the dark ?

? All the sweet,
green icing flowing down ?

? Someone left the cake out
in the rain ?

? I don't think
that I can take it ?

? 'Cause it took so long
to bake it ?

? And I'll never have
that recipe again ?

? Oh, no ?