All language subtitles for Neo.Yokio.S01E03.720p.WEB.x264-STRiFE

[classical music playing]

[Charles] Gold is for the mistress
Silver for the maid

Copper for the craftsman
Cunning at his trade

"Good!" said the Baron
Sitting in his hall

But Iron, Cold Iron
Is master of them all

So, he made rebellion

'Gainst the king his liege

Camped before his citadel
And summoned it to siege

"Nay!" said the cannoneer
On the castle wall

But Iron, Cold Iron,
Shall be master of them all

My world has become "Cold Iron."

You know, sir, some gentlemen
find dropping off the Bachelor Board

imbues them with a sense of freedom.

Well, I find it humiliating.
I keep having nightmares

about walking through the ball
with my boxer shorts exposed.

The world's memory
is shorter than you think, sir.

Neo Yokio high society never forgets.

[buzzing]

Hey, Aunt Agatha.

[Agatha] Meet me at Gene's at one.
We have work to do.

Can't we just order in?
I don't wanna go outside.

Today's special is squid ink fettuccine.

Well... that is the most melancholy pasta.

-That's my boy.
-[line disconnects]

[Agatha] I know the last few assignments
have been difficult,

and I want you to know
I appreciate your effort.

Revenues are up, ten percent this quarter.

I hope the family puts the money
to good use.

I sacrificed my social standing for it.

Hardly. The embarrassment will pass.

You may be off the Bachelor Board,
but you are still certainly admired.

In fact, your next assignment is based
solely on your sartorial reputation.

What are you talking about?

There's a problem at your old prep school.

My alma mater? Easton?

What's going on?

A group of girls are refusing
to wear their uniforms.

But why? Easton uniforms are the pinnacle
of teen fashion.

Apparently, they're heavily influenced
by Helena Saint Tesoro.

Oh, the Helenists. They're the worst.

Yes. They're wearing hospital gowns
and bandages

and they refuse to take them off.

Well, if I can undo the harm
that Helena's done to the fashion world,

then it's my duty as a gentleman
to repair it.

Perfect. I'll tell him it's a go.

[Kaz] Yikes.

[sighs] Hello, Kaz.

What happened in here?

This place is a wreck.

I feel no need to keep up appearances.

I'm never leaving this room again.

I'm hikikomori now.

Hikikomori?

[Helena] That's right. The outside world
is a marketplace of illusion.

I'm over it.

Look, I was depressed after the ball, too.

I didn't wanna leave my room either,
but it gets better. Trust me.

I'm not depressed about that stupid ball.

I'm withdrawing from the world
because the world is total bullshit.

Well, you're still affecting
that bullshit world.

I thought you'd like to know your fans
took your stunt at the ball too far.

And now they refuse
to wear their school uniforms.

-Who cares?
-Only the headmaster at Easton.

He personally requested that I teach
these wayward girls about elegance.

You really enjoy telling women
what to wear, don't you, Kaz?

Don't make me the villain.

High school is not the proper place
to experiment with style.

You once wrote a whole essay
about the importance of a uniform.

That was the old me.

Now I hear people like you obsessing
over clothes,

and, honestly, it makes me sick.

I'm not obsessed with clothes.
I'm just an elegant man of taste.

In other words,
a materialistic narcissist.

Well, Helena, I'd love to stay and chat,

but I gotta meet some friends
at the polo club.

I'd invite you,
but, you know, it's outside.

Enjoy being a shut-in!

[door slams]

Yo, what up, Kaz?

I thought
you were never gonna come out again.

Feeling better?

You bet. Things are looking up.
What are you guys drinking?

A Caprese Martini.

Caprese? Like the salad?

That's right. We invented it last week.

[Lexy] It's tomato, basil and mozzarella.
But now, it'll get you lit.

It looks nasty.

[Gottlieb] Yo, don't judge a book
by its cover. Try it.

Whoa. I'm in cocktail heaven.

Seriously, this is a million-dollar drink.

-You can make some real bank off of it.
-We know. That's why we got a patent.

You look good holding that martini.
You should be the poster boy for this.

I'm not sure alcohol really fits
my personal brand anymore.

Starting tomorrow, I'll be sipping tea

and enjoying the view
from the ivory tower.

-What are you talking about?
-I'm gonna teach elegance at Easton.

-What?
-You're practically the same age

-as the kids there.
-Sadly, my youthful days

have been cut short

by a humiliating sequence
of social disasters.

Yo, that's exactly why
you should be the official Caprese boy.

No doubt. We're gonna set up
a photo shoot for you ASAP.

We can give it a try.

But for now, the ivory tower awaits!

Ah, high school.
Some people think Easton is just a place

for the children of the elite
to socialize.

I believe it's a place for the children
of the elite to learn and grow.

[school bell rings]

-Ready to mold the minds of the youth?
-Indeed.

Check you later, Charles. [exhales deeply]

Hello, class.

I'm Professor Kaan, and I'm here
to teach you about elegance.

Save your breath, old man.

You'll never convince us
to wear our uniforms.

How would you know?
You haven't even seen the syllabus.

For example, did you know
that baby cashmere is--

We don't care.

Helena's given up on fashion,
and so have we.

Well, I'm sorry, girls,
but Helena Saint Tesoro has lost the plot.

Helena Saint Tesoro has not lost the plot.

Helena is the plot.

-And the author.
-And the main character.

Perhaps at one time,

Helena was a suitable role model
for teenage girls, but not anymore.

She's really quite sad now.
She's gone... hikikomori.

Full hikikomori?

Hikikomori to the max.

She said
she'll never leave her room again.

[in unison] Whoa.

Now, girls, does that sound like
someone you wanna imitate?

Mr. Kaan,
the headmaster would like to see you.

-Ooh! You're in trouble.
-Busted.

Very funny.

While I'm gone, write 1,000 words

on the graceful geometry
of cable-knit sweaters.

[students groan]

Kaz Kaan.

How are you, my boy?

Great. I'm already making progress
with the girls.

-Yes, about that, Kaz.
-Wanna see the syllabus?

That's quite all right.

The class is just a cover.

You mean I'm not here
to teach elegance?

[laughs] Of course not.

This hospital gown thing is just a fad.
And if they're still refusing

to wear their uniforms in a few weeks,
I'll hire a proper, qualified teacher.

Oh, I see.

I need you in the school
because I have reason to believe

there is a demon sympathizer working here.

At Easton? That's impossible.

We've seen a dramatic rise
in occult activity.

Little demons have been making their way
into school,

and I'm convinced that one
of these damn teachers is responsible.

Someone on the inside
is betraying Easton.

That's horrible. How can I help?

Embed yourself in the school,
gain the trust of the teachers

and root the bastard out.

Headmaster, you can count on me.

[chattering]

Sorry to intrude.

Uh, I-- I wanted to introduce you
to our newest faculty member Kaz Kaan.

He's teaching a class on elegance.

Hello, colleagues.

Yes. Well, ciao, ragazzi.

[Kaz] Hmm. Which teacher would be
so transgressive as to help demons

infiltrate the city's most elite school?

I'm sorry, Donald,
but you just don't understand geopolitics.

The ruble was in free fall.
We did what we had to do.

[Kaz] Mr. Pontias is boring as ever,
but a demon sympathizer?

Twenty minutes till game time,
and our stick boy tells me

he left my stick on the subway.

Coach Elgort,

a man with such a pure love for sport
would never hang with demons.

[humming]

Monsieur Moutard? The French teacher?

No way.

The French hate demons even more
than Neo Yokians.

This is gonna be harder than I thought.

[piano music playing]

Is that Ravel?

Professor Muley, the music teacher.

He's always been an odd duck.

Well, hello, Ms. Kaz.

-Hey, Professor Muley.
-What are you doing back at Easton?

I've been hired to teach the Helenists.

The administration thinks they're...

a little confused.

If anything's confused at this school,
it's the dress code.

It is so conservative, just like you.

[laughing] My style is not conservative.

Girl, you are wearing khakis right now.

These are Ralph, though, Purple Label.

There's more than one way
to look elegant.

Do you have anything aggressively Belgian?
Something really oblique?

Hmm. Thom Browne?

What are you doing after school?
Come to my apartment.

We can get high and have a fashion show.

Sure, that sounds fun.

[Kaz] I could look for clues
in his apartment.

I'll see you there.

[Kaz] I like your apartment.
It's very Bohemian.

You sit tight, I'll get some options.

[Kaz] Take your time, professor.

[Kaz] There's gotta be a clue
somewhere around here.

[Muley] I'm surprised you don't wear
more black, Kaz.

Aren't you prone to melancholy?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

I have a generally cheerful disposition,
although there are... exceptions.

I found the perfect ensemble
with which you are already obsessed.

-Hold still while I drape you.
-[rustling]

Let's see.

This is so much better.

Do you really think my personal brand
can handle these clothes?

Your personal brand depends
on these clothes.

You just need... a little shroud.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I do need to shake things up a bit.

[Kaz] The Caprese boy
has entered the building.

Man, what the fuck are you wearing?

Oh, I was just hanging
with Professor Muley.

-He gave me a makeover.
-Why are you hanging out with that dude?

He always gave me the heebie-jeebies.

-Me, too.
-It wasn't social.

I'm investigating him.

-Investigating what?
-I think he might be a demon sympathizer.

If there's a dude who likes demons
at Easton, it's Professor Muley.

He's always dressing in all black,
OD gothic.

-And his last name is Muley.
-That's German for demon.

He got you looking
like a wild chupacabra, my G.

-I mean, I thought it looked kind of cool.
-No, dude.

It's not you,
and it's definitely not Caprese.

-So, let's go get you looking right.
-Yeah, I guess you're right.

We pulled a great look for you.
This is definitely on-brand.

Now, let me see that Caprese face.

[school bell rings]

[Kaz] Hello? Girls?

Open the door. It's time for class.

[girl 1] You said Helena's hikikomori.
Now we are, too.

[girl 2] We're not leaving this room,
and you're not coming in!

[girl 3] We will die in this classroom!

This is absurd.

Open the door at once.

[girl 1]
We'll consider letting you teach us

if you bring this letter to Helena.

How dare you blackmail me.

-[headmaster] What is going on, Kaz?
-Oh, nothing.

It seems the girls have gone hikikomori
inside the classroom.

Christ!

Hikikomori?
Where did they get that idea from?

Technically, from me,
but really from Helena Saint Tesoro.

More importantly, have you found
the... [whispers] demon sympathizer?

I'm very close, I promise.

I just need a little bit more time.

A demon possessed my field hockey ball.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I'll get it.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Keep studying.

[grunting]

I want the school back to normal
by the end of the week.

-Clean up your mess, Mr. Kaan.
-Yes, sir.

Hey, it's me Kaz again.

I came to apologize for earlier.

I brought a big Toblerone.

[Helena] You may enter.

[Kaz] Things have gone pear-shaped
at Easton.

-Oh, yeah?
-The Helenists are blackmailing me.

They won't let me back in my classroom
until I give you this letter.

Well, the oppressor dictates the terms
of the struggle.

Come again?

You tried to control these girls,

and now they're controlling
your classroom.

Are those all from the Helenists?

Yeah. They send me so much fan mail,
I quit trying to keep up with it.

You're clearly the only person
they'll listen to.

Please come to the school
and talk some sense into them?

I believe in you, Kaz.

You can solve the uniform crisis
all on your own.

Look,
I really shouldn't be telling you this,

but there's a demon sympathizer
in the school.

I need to dedicate all my energy
in finding him.

I could use your help with the Helenists.

[scoffs] Demon sympathizer?

Give me a break.

It's serious. Someone's letting them in.
My gut tells me it's Professor Muley.

-Why? Just 'cause he's different?
-That's exactly why.

So, will you help me?

Kaz, you need to respect my wishes.

I'm not leaving this room,
and that's that.

[cell phone buzzing]

I'm sorry. I have to take this.

-[phone beeps]
-Charles, what's cracking?

Professor Muley has returned
to his apartment.

I'm on my way.

Helena, I hope you reconsider.

If not for me... for Easton.

Do you think that it's possible
that we're barking up the wrong tree?

Perhaps, sir.

Let's review your case
against Professor Muley.

-He dresses in black...
-That's right.

and he possesses a broach
with an occult symbol

that has been used in mainstream culture
to such an extent

that it is almost entirely devoid
of occult meaning.

When you put it that way,
it doesn't make my case seem so strong.

Then again,
you must always trust your gut, sir.

True.

-[line ringing]
-[Muley speaking indistinctly over phone]

Hey, Professor Muley.
I was in your neighborhood,

and wanted to see what you were up to.

-[Muley speaks indistinctly]
-Uh-huh. Oh. I see.

Hmm. Okay. Well, see you
at school tomorrow.

-[phone beeps]
-What did he say, sir?

He said he's meeting a friend downtown.

And yet, it appears he is heading uptown.

But why would he lie?

Let's find out, sir.

Charles, have we ever been
in this tunnel before?

No, sir.
I believe this tunnel goes to Queens.

What is this place?

Long Island Walled City,

the densest housing development
in Neo Yokio.

Man alive.

It's immense.

I'm afraid the pathways were not built
to accommodate mechabutlers.

[Kaz] I'll take it from here.

-[Charles] Should I wait for you, sir?
-No.

The boys are throwing a launch party
for the Caprese Martini.

Go ahead, let them know
I'll be running a little late.

[Charles]
Good luck with your detective work, sir.

[Kaz] I knew it.

Kaz?

What are you doing here?

The real question is, what are you doing
in this demonic chapel?

Demonic chapel?

This is a club.

My boyfriend's the DJ.

He spins Gregorian house.

[Gregorian chanting and house music
playing over speakers]

I don't get it, Professor Muley.

Why would you lie to me
about going to a club?

Because I'm
a classically-trained musician,

and my boyfriend spins
this embarrassing mess.

Please don't tell anyone I date a DJ.

Your secret is safe with me. Salut!

And what's the name
of this delightful concoction again?

-It's a Caprese Martini.
-It looks foul.

Come on, Professor Muley.
Don't judge a book by its cover.

Hmm. You're right.

I guess you can't judge that book.

No kidding.

To think,
I thought you were a demon sympathizer.

Have we met?

I don't sympathize with anyone.

[laughs] You crack me up, professor.

Order another round.

I'll be right back.

[gasps]

-[water splashing]
-[Kaz humming]

[shrieks] I'm sorry.
This is the men's room.

[Kaz grunts]

[Kaz grunting]

[muffled] Get me out of here. Ah!

Girls, what's going on?

Pranking your teacher is only appropriate
on St. Crispin's Day.

This is not a prank.

I can't believe it.

You're the demon sympathizers?

Duh. We want to get possessed.

Just like Helena.

It's the ultimate tribute to our queen.

Trust me. You don't know
what you're getting yourselves into.

Um, of course we do.

-We're sacrificing you.
-Kiki thought of it.

You're sacrificing me?

But why?

Because before giving us the gift
of possession,

the demons demanded an offering.

You, their greatest enemy.

Yo, Lord Mayor just ordered 20 martinis.

[Lexy] Great. Just keep in mind,
we're running low on mozzarella balls.

This is one hell of a martini, gentlemen.
And Kaz looks amazing in the campaign.

Speaking of Kaz, where is he?

[Charles] The young master
should be here shortly.

He better hurry up.
He'll miss his own party.

Do you feel anything yet?

Yeah. I'm totally getting possessed.

[laughs] This is so cool.

Helena?

I told you she reads our letters.

Thank God you're here.

Can you please talk some sense
into these girls?

-I'm afraid I can't do that, Kaz.
-What? Why?

[Helena] You're the epitome
of everything that's wrong

with this wicked city.

You are vain. You are foolish,

and quite frankly,
you're not even that elegant.

How dare you.

Preach, queen.

In fact,
the only worthwhile thing about you

is your taste in luxury chocolate.

What?

[yells]

What in the name of Shakespeare's ass
is going on here?

-The security firm just called me.
-[Kaz] It's all under control, headmaster.

The Helenists were
behind the Easton demons.

The Helenists?

Ah. Good God.

The board of trustees
is gonna crucify me.

I don't know. I'm sure the board
will be glad that we made some headway

on the uniform issue. Right, ladies?

Ladies?

[Helena] My God. They've disappeared.

[headmaster] What a dog's breakfast.

Oh, fuck it.

I'm abolishing uniforms.

-What? Why would you do that?
-Because my school is destroyed

and I have three missing students,

all due to this restrictive dress code.

No. That's not it at all.

The Easton tradition of elegance
is an eternal part of the school culture.

Balls to that.

Enough is enough.

Oh, and, Kaz,

it should go without saying
that you're fired.

Ciao, ragazzo.

I don't get it. How did you know
the Helenists were gonna kill me?

I had a dream
that a Toblerone was in trouble,

and that Toblerone was you.

But still, I-- I thought you hated me.

I don't hate you.

I just wish you weren't such a lapdog
of the bourgeoisie.

I can't help it.

It's my family business.

The truth is, I saved you
because I owe you.

Owe me for what?

You're the one who opened my eyes.

About the uniforms?

No. About Neo Yokio.

The exorcism was the start
of a metamorphosis for me.

It helped me realize
I don't wanna be the poster child

for the inverted reality
of the city state.

[cell phone buzzing]

Yikes!
I forgot about my Caprese Martini party.

If we leave now, we can still make it.

Um, wanna come?

No, thanks, Kaz.
I only left my room to save you.

But you should go to the party.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Yo, look who it is.

Caprese Boy finally shows up
to his own party.

Young master, how did you fare tonight?

I persecuted an innocent colleague,
and my students tried to kill me.

-I'm done with academia.
-Well, good news is the drink is a hit.

Oh, I'm glad to hear it.

And you're back on the board,
number five.

You'll be top of the charts
in no time, sir.

Kaz Kaan and Caprese Martinis,

two great brands headed straight
to the top.

Can you feel the synergy, Kaz?

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

[sighs] No. I feel no synergy.

[man singing in Swiss German]