All language subtitles for The Hunger eng

There's some food
over here! Quick!

Come on!

Why is he doing that?

He's starving.

Your father is dead,
Coriolanus.

It was a rebel, they say.

A trap out in the forest

in 12.

It's up to us now
to make him proud.

Tigris?

♪ Gem of Panem

♪ Mighty city

Tigris, where's the shirt?

♪ Through the ages
You shine anew

♪ We humbly kneel
To your ideal

♪ And pledge
Our love to you ♪

That's beautiful,
Grandma'am.

-Perhaps a little sharp today.
-Oh.

Have you seen Tigris
with my father's dress shirt?

No.

Coryo?

- Tigris?
I'm sorry.
I know I'm late.

But look, I did it.

Or, I did something.

I think it's really gorgeous.

It's beautiful.

Best cousin ever.

Tell me everything.

Where do I start?
I told Fabricia at work

that she needed
to bleach her white curtains

and I slipped the shirt in
when I did it.

The tesserae buttons
I made from...

From the bathroom tiles.

Brilliant.

Oh. Did you find the potatoes?
I boiled them for the starch

and you should really
eat something today.

Save them for Grandma'am.

You look so handsome.

Grandma'am! Come see!

Coriolanus Snow.

Future president of Panem.

We salute you.

Just a moment.

Wait, Grandma'am.

I can grow plenty more.
After today.

Got the grades,
never missed class.

Ten years.

Even Dean Highbottom
can't deny us this now.

Dean doesn't hate you.

He hates everyone.

He despises me.

What's the first thing you'll
spend the prize money on?

New dress?

Chocolate?

Chocolate!

It's the Plinth Prize, Tigris.

We'll be able
to pay the rent.

Snow lands on top.

Why, Coriolanus Snow.

Clemmie.

Are you sweating?

It's Reaping Day.

We gave driver
the morning off.

Ugh! That ingrate
should be begging

to chauffeur
you around today.

Just don't forget.
I was your class partner

while you're gloating
over the Plinth Prize.

Prize? Please.

-I just want to serve Panem.
-Mmm.

Hungry?

Cook served steak
for breakfast.

We had to throw half out.

Shame on you, Coryo.

Don't you know that
they're starving
in the districts?

Good luck.

Not that you'll need it.

Hi.

Finally, the star pupil.

That's a snazzy shirt.

What are those
buttons, tesserae?

Huh.

That's why they remind me
of the maid's bathroom.

Have you tried this lamb?
It's scandalous.

Ugh. Only the vulgar
eat with their fingers, Felix.

What, Daddy not
teach you table manners?

Maybe he would have

if he wasn't so
busy running the country.

Hey, they called us here
for the Plinth Prize, right?

Because I heard
Dr. Gaul's in the building.

"Plinth."

I mean, look at his spawn.

Who would have
thought that you could

buy your way
into the Capitol?

Well, you can't buy class.

Did you see
his mother's outfit?

- Sorry, his "Ma's."
- Oh.

Dress a turnip in
a ball gown, and it'll
still beg to be mashed.

Don't do that. We all
know that you like him.

I don't like him, Arachne.

I tolerate him.

He's district.

Tolerate him.

-Just don't encourage him.
-Okay. Sure.

I hear one more time

how immoral these
Hunger Games are,

I'll put him
in the arena mys--

Sejanus.

You made it to
the Reaping for once.

And you made it
to graduation, Festus.

We're both shocked.

Spill it.
Who won the prize?

Oh, no,
I'm not gonna ruin
my father's big day.

No one here actually
likes him, but they
do love his money.

You know what that's like,
don't you, Arachne?

Funny.

Hey, listen.

Um, I know you have
high hopes for this.

But there is no prize today.

Not anymore.

-I'm so sorry.
-What?

How tantalizing to see
all your shining young faces

on this auspicious day.

I am Dr. Volumnia Gaul,
your humble Head Gamemaker,

in charge of
the War Department

and all
its affiliated concerns.

I've broken free
of my laboratory today,

to examine you.

The leaders
of the next generation.

I won't be around
forever, after all.

And now to that end,

I am honored
to introduce to you

the creator of
the Hunger Games themselves.

Dean Casca Highbottom.

Uh...

Select students,

faculty,

and, of course, Dr. Gaul,

I have summoned
you all here today

for the 10th annual
Reaping Ceremony

in which we
choose two children

from each district

to throw into the Capitol Arena
to fight to the death
in the Hunger Games.

I can't believe
they still allow him

to speak in public.

And here sit...

our own 24 top prospects

all waiting to hear
the results of hard study

in this
prestigious institution.

Eager to learn
who's won that
Plinth Prize, no doubt.

And a golden future.

However,

I am here to tell you

that there has been
a change this year.

One final assignment
to prove your worth.

Because...

the esteemed citizens
of the Capitol

have grown bored
of the Games

and simply aren't
watching anymore.

And if the Games are to
continue at all, there must
be an audience.

So, Head Gamemaker Dr. Gaul
has stepped in to...

incentivize patriotic values

with her own unique flair,
starting with you.

The Plinth Prize will
no longer be determined

by who has the best grades.

Excuse me?

But by who is the best mentor
in the Hunger Games.

This is a brand new role.

As the Reaping
progresses live,

I will allocate
each district tribute

a Capitol mentor
behind the scenes,

one who must
just persuade them

to perform for the cameras.

Obviously, the best
mentor will be the one

whose tribute
wins the Games.

What if I get
a pathetic runt girl

from one of the poor
districts, like 8 or 12?

They're just gonna die
in two minutes

like they did last year
and the year before.

Your role
is to turn these children

into spectacles, Ms. Crane.

Not survivors.

Victory in the Games is only
one of our considerations.

Your entire future
rests on this last project.

Oh, and I must tell you
that anyone caught cheating

to give their tributes
an unfair advantage...

will just
have no future at all.

Oh! Here we go.

Let the Reaping
ceremony begin.

District 1.

Boy goes to Livia Cardew.

Girl goes to Palmyra Monty.

District 2 boy...

How apt.

Boy goes to Sejanus Plinth.

You got the pick
of the litter.

You forget.
I'm part of that litter.

4, boy,

Persephone Price.

Girl, Festus Creed.

7, boy, Vipsania Sickle.

Girl, Pup Harrington.

8, boy, Juno Phipps.

Girl, Hilarius Heavensbee.

10, boy,

Domitia Whimsiwick.

Mmm. Girl, Arachne Crane.

11, boy, Clemensia Dovecote.

11, girl, Felix Ravinstill.

12, boy,

Lysistrata Vickers.

Oh. You'll be happy
about this, Ms. Crane.

The "runt girl",
from District 12,

she belongs
to Coriolanus Snow.

Lucy Gray Baird.

Sing your way
out of this one, Lucy Gray.

What is that dress?

Is she some sort of clown?

Lucy Gray.

I didn't know.

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

My daughter! Help her!

-Help her! Help her!
-Get it off! Get it off!

That's enough. Leave her be.

Just give me a minute, boys.

♪ You can't take my past

♪ You can't take my history

♪ You could take my pa

♪ But his name's a mystery

♪ Nothing you can take from me

♪ Was ever worth keepin'

♪ Nothing you can take

♪ Was ever worth keepin'

Singing?

Is she out of her mind?

♪ Can't take my charm

♪ Can't take my humor

♪ Can't take my wealth

Capitol says keep rolling.

♪ 'Cause it's just a rumor

♪ Nothing you can take

♪ Was ever worth keepin'

♪ You can't take my sass

♪ You can't take my talkin'

♪ You can kiss my ass! ♪

Come on, boys.

Well, she's mentally ill.

Proud, I see.

Like your father.

Yes. He and I
were best friends.

Once.

Enlighten me, Mr. Snow.

What are your plans
after these Games?

I hope to go on
to the University, sir.

Naturally.

And if you fail to win
the Plinth Prize, what then?

We'd pay the tuition,
of course.

Look at you.

Your makeshift shirt

and your too tight shoes.
Trying desperately to fit in

when I know the Snows
don't have a pot to piss in.

Good luck with
that poor little songbird.

He's sabotaging us.

That girl's not gonna
win these Games.

You saw her.
She's underfed, unstable.

The Dean said
it's not just about winning.

Everything is about winning.

If not the Games now,
then the crowd.

Lucy Gray won't survive
a minute inside that arena.

So that means
we have to make every
second before then count.

I'll get her to sing again.

I wouldn't sing
a note for you
if I was her.

I wouldn't do
anything at all.

Unless I could trust you.

She's district, Tigris.

She knows we hate her,
and she wants us dead.

How am I supposed
to get her to trust me?

Imagine it was your name
that they pulled

and you had been
ripped from your home.

I'd just wanna know
that somebody still
cared about me out here.

Don't discount her just
because she's district, Coryo.

You might have more in common
with her than you think.

Transfer team, up front!

Get off the train!

Move.

Let's go.

Get out!

Come on out!

I said let's go!

No! No!

I will not...

Go! Keep moving!

- No!
- Come on.

No!

I said let's go!

I won't go. I won't. No.

Come on, get her outta there.

Welcome to the Capitol.

When I was little,
my mama used to bathe me

in buttermilk and rose petals.

Tastes like bedtime.

You look like
you shouldn't be here.

Well, I shouldn't.

But I'm your mentor.

A rebel.

What does my mentor do
besides bring me roses?

I do my best
to take care of you.

No!

On your feet.

Good luck
with that, gorgeous.

Come on, let's go.

Move it.

Excuse me, can I...

Excuse me, I'd like
to escort my tribute...

Fall in.

In the truck. Hurry up.

Hey!

You, come on!

Come on.

Get in!

Hi.

What's the matter,
pretty boy?

-You in the wrong cage?
-No.

This cage is delightful.

Get him, Reaper.

I will kill you right now.

He'll do it too.

Reaper killed
a Peacekeeper back in 11.

Quiet, Dill.

-I say we all kill him.
-I'm in.

Nothing left to lose now.

Y'all got
family back home?

They'll kill them
if you hurt him.

Then you.

Besides, he's my mentor.

I might need him.

How come you get a mender?

Mentor.

You each get one.

Oh, and we'll just
trust you on that? Right?

I'm just here to help you.

Why does rainbow girl here
get special treatment, hmm?

Why aren't our menders here?

Just not inspired, I guess.

- All right, hold on!
- Get off me!

Oh! Ah!

Ouch. Well, we'll give them
a chance to stand up
and catch their breath.

I'm jealous of that entrance.

I'm Lucretius
"Lucky" Flickerman,

a man who needs
no introduction.

You all know me
as your favorite weatherman

and amateur magician.

But guess where I am today.
Here's a hint.

That's right. The Capitol Zoo,

where this year's tributes
will be held here on display

behind these bars
for your viewing pleasure.

That's right.

All 24 of them 'cause...

What in the gem of Panem?

You see, that's
the Academy rouge, no?

Excuse me. Hello, sir.

Yes, you. In the red.

Who are you and why are you
in there with them?

We're live.

The Capitol is watching.

Own it.

Are you all right?

Sir? Who are you?

Lucy Gray Baird,

may I introduce you
to my neighbors?

A response would be
greatly appreciated,

but anything would be nice.

Hello?

Can they not
hear me in there?

Well, that's something
you don't see every day.

They're holding hands.

Yes, yes, yes.

Who are you, sir?
What are you doing
in the cage here?

Hi. How do you do?

My name is Coriolanus Snow.

And this is my tribute.

Lucy Gray Baird
from District 12.

Hi there.

-What's your name?
-My name is Pontius.

It's nice to meet you.
Is this your sister?

That's Venus.
She's only four.

Well, I think four
is a very smart age to be.

Where'd you find that snake?

Well, he found me.
Must have been a music lover.

My singing calmed him
right down.

Can I touch your dress?

Of course.

I like your dress too.

-Oh. And who might you be?
-You don't know who I am?

Don't laugh.

Not everyone has televisions
out in the districts.

I'm Lucretius
"Lucky" Flickerman.

But more enticingly,
who are you,

Lucy From District 12?

Oh. It's Lucy Gray.

And I'm not actually from 12.

No, my people are Covey.

We're like a family.
We're musicians by trade

and we travel
from place to place
as the fancy takes us.

At least we used to.
Before the Peacekeepers
rounded us up.

I see. But now
you're District 12.

-If you say so.
-Yes.

Your dress is far from gray

and it seems to be a big hit
with the children.

Oh, it is? Well,
the Covey love color,
me more so than most.

But this dress was my mama's
so it's extra special to me.

Mmm-hmm.
And she's in District 12?

Well, only her bones, darling.
Only her pearly white bones.

Do you know my mentor?

Says his name
is Coriolanus Snow

and clearly, I got
the cake with the cream

'cause nobody else
has even bothered to show up.

The Gamemakers did tell you
to jump in the cage with them?

They didn't tell me not to.

They just said
that it was a mentor's job

to introduce our tributes
to the citizens of Panem.

And I thought, well,

if Lucy Gray
is brave enough to be here,

- then why shouldn't I be, too?
- Hmm.

For the record,
I didn't have a choice.

For the record, I think
you're about to be
whisked away, young man.

Let's go.

Oh. Hey...

Get us some food, please.

Jessup and I haven't eaten
since the Reaping.

The 10th annual
Hunger Games
are soon approaching.

So come down to the zoo,
and see these tributes

before it's too late.
And I mean, too late.

For Capitol News,
I'm Lucretius...

"Lucky" Flickerman.

Your little excursion
was in violation

of about five different
Academy rules, Mr. Snow.

Chief amongst them,
endangering a Capitol student.

What? Who?

You.

I'm moving
for the Gamemakers

to disqualify you
as mentor immediately.

You said we had to get
our tributes to perform,

not that we had to stay away.

I'll add insubordination
as well.

Holding her hand, Coryo,
introducing her to people,

you make it look as if

we're one and the same
as those animals.

Coriolanus didn't
show those people

anything they
didn't already know.

I don't need
your help, Sejanus.

That the tributes
are human beings.

Just like us.

That's why nobody wants
to watch the Games.

It's because people
know deep down

that winning a war
10 years ago

doesn't justify starving
people's children,

taking away their freedoms,
their rights.

Snow fell down in the cage.

It fell down in the cage

but it landed...

On stage.

You're good at Games.

Maybe one day, you'll be
a Gamemaker like me.

If the Games continue at all.

Oh, they'll continue.

With performances like
young Mr. Snow's in that zoo.

And I came here to ask
your star mentor a question.

What are
the Hunger Games for?

They're to punish
the districts

for their uprising,

to commemorate
the end of the war...

"Commemorate the..."

Dull, dull, dull.

Punishment can
take myriad forms.

Why not drop bombs,
cancel food shipments,

stage executions?

Why Games?

Shouldn't we be
asking ourselves

whether or not they're right
in the first place?

You have a problem
with my Games?

Some of those kids
were two years old
when the war ended.

The oldest of them
were only eight.

The Capitol is supposed to be
everyone's government now.

It is supposed to
protect all of us.

I don't see
how making children

fight each other
to the death

is protecting anyone.

That sort of sympathy
might interfere

with your
mentoring assignment.

Perhaps the Capitol students

are ill-suited to be
mentoring tributes.

Perhaps the Game's time

-has passed.
-Dean Highbottom is wrong.

My classmates, too.

Maybe Sejanus
is onto something here.

Maybe we should be viewing

those tributes as human beings.

I mean, you saw those kids
in the zoo, they just...

they just wanted
to get to know Lucy Gray.

If we need people to watch,

we should be
letting them get closer

to the tributes
before the Games.

To make the stakes personal.

Who will watch the Games
if they care

what happens to the tributes?

Everyone.

If they thought
the tribute they cared about

had a chance of winning.

People need someone
to root for

and someone
to root against.

We need them to invest.

And if we bend
a few Capitol laws,

we could even
have them place bets.

Look, I know Lucy Gray
may not win in the arena

but if you
give her a chance,

I would bet the Plinth Prize

that she can win
people's attention.

I'd like you to
write up a proposal

of these thoughts
tonight, Mr. Snow.

Wait.

You mean you might
actually use his ideas?

If it'll help the ratings,
why not.

Coriolanus and I are
class partners, Dr. Gaul.

We do all of
our assignments together.

It'll be
an interesting test.

You trying
to fatten that poor girl up

so you can finally
start taking bets?

You think they'll give
those kids a scrap

if we don't give them
a reason to do it?

How do you think
your tribute will have
a chance if he can't eat?

He was my classmate.

Back in 2.

-It's not your fault it's him.
-See, I know.

I'm so blameless,
I'm choking on it.

My father bought him for me,
you know, at the Reaping,

Just so he could show me

that I could never
go back to 2.

But being Capitol
is gonna kill me.

So do something about it.

Quite the rebel.

Oh, yeah.

I'm bad news.

Marcus. Hey.

It's me.

Marcus, look.

Here, I got
some food for you.

Here.

Come on.

Marcus.

Is that for us?

Jessup.

I'm not hungry.

You think I can't hear
your stomach growling,
Jessup Diggs?

Come on.

What happened to his neck?

A bat bite.

The first night on the train,

he didn't sleep a wink
the whole journey

'cause he was keeping
the bats off me,

so I would get some rest.

Can you take it?

Come on,
try harder than that.

One thing I learned in 12
is that hunger is a weapon.

Your friend over there
sure knows it.

She is not my friend.

She is poison
with perfect teeth.

Are you gonna share
everything that I give
you with Jessup?

Wh... Why?

You think I ought to build
up my strength so I can
strangle him in the arena?

Not exactly my forte.

I might have
a chance to help you.

To make some suggestions
to the Gamemakers.

I might even be able
to get the audience to
send you gifts in the arena.

Food and water
to keep you going.

You just have to
try singing again

to win people over.

I don't sing when I'm told.

I sing when I have
something to say.

Besides,
I've seen your arena.
There's nowhere to hide.

What's the point?

The guards say you get money

if you get more
people to watch

and you say you wanna
help me. Which is it?

Both.

One more time.

I'm not playing this game.

Come on.

You shut up.

-Uh... No, thank you.
-I saw you staring.

Please.

Give me something.

I've been sitting here
for 15 minutes!

Always thought there was
plenty of food in the Capitol.

You know, one time,
during the war,

I ate a whole jar of paste
just to stop the pain
in my stomach.

And how was it?

Pasty.

That little one.

She's so sweet.

So young.

Something about her
reminds me of
my cousin Maude Ivory.

I can't stand to think
of them without me like this.

I'm sorry.

You seem like a good man,
Coriolanus Snow.

Sure would've
been nice to meet you

under different circumstances.

-One of your shows, maybe.
-Yeah.

We could have had a drink.

A dance or two.

Like we had
all the time in the world.

Come on, just take it.

Help!

No, no, no!

It's okay. It's okay.
Hold on. Hold on.

Hey, look at me.

Hey, hold on.
It's okay. I'll get help.

Somebody help us, please!

Wha...

-Let's go.
-Oh, no.

It's starting again.

This is how it begins.

- The war.
- It was my fault.

I suggested we get
closer to the tributes.

You're just lucky
that your songbird

didn't peck out
your eyes too.

She's not
a rebel, Grandma'am.

She's just a girl.

Trust me, that one hasn't
been a girl in a long time.

Outside this Capitol,

they're savages,

one and all.

However, they may smile,

she will use you.

You must use her

or you'll end up dead
in the trees like your father.

This is for Dr. Gaul,
please.

In spite of
yesterday's tragic events,

our president has decided
that the Games must go on

to show everyone the Capitol

is unafraid
of such acts of terror.

To which end,
Dr. Gaul wishes you
to preview the arena

this afternoon
with your tributes.

Later this evening,

there will be a special
televised presentation

of each tribute
to our audience to, you know,

get to know them.

You will have an hour
to discuss strategy.

You may begin.

Marcus, come on.

You and I aren't
gonna be friends,

but I'm gonna win,

and for that to happen,

we need to make you more...

marketable.

I'm a really good climber.

I used to climb in my mama's
factory all the time.

It's getting infected.

I'm fine.

Look at me, Lamina.

I want you to win.

It's Reaper, right?

Um, let me
read you what...

I'm so sorry
about your classmate.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

Wearing my mama's dress

is the only thing
keeping me together here.

It's like she's wrapping
her arms around me.

My mother,
she used to smell like roses.

She died in childbirth.

I was going to
have a little sister.

Both your parents gone?

So, you're an orphan.

Like me.

Look...

I need you to sing
in these interviews later.

It's the night
before the Games

and your last chance
to win people over.

I can't send you gifts
in the arena

without their money.

Maybe a guitar
could persuade me. Maybe.

You really wanna
take care of me in
that arena, Coriolanus?

Start by thinking
I can actually win.

Snow. Dovecote.

She can't
expect us to have written

that proposal
last night, can she?

I was crying for hours.

We did... write it.

I turned it in this morning.

All right, give me
the bullet points.

Mr. Snow.

Ms. Dovecote.

Come and see my new babies.

Is there
a point to the color?

There's a point to
everything, Ms. Dovecote,

or to nothing at all.

Which brings me
neatly to your proposal.

Which one of you
actually wrote it?

-Well, there was...
-I was inspired

by Coriolanus yesterday,
of course.

His little betting idea.

But the sponsorships
and the gifts in the arena,

-those were all mine.
-Clemmie?

So it's your
sweaty handwriting

on that page.

Very impressive,
Ms. Dovecote.

Unfortunately,
my assistant mistook it

for trash this morning

and lined the shelf
of this very terrarium with it.

So, please, Ms. Dovecote,
retrieve it for us, won't you?

So we might all consider
your inspired ideas.

Don't worry,

my little predators
are perfectly docile

with those they can trust.

So if they're
used to your scent,

if you've handled
their food, for example,

or if they've inhaled
the sweat of your palm

on a page,

they'll leave you alone.

A new scent, however...

you'd be on your own,
little girl.

Retrieve it.

Clemmie.

Clemmie, no! No!

You asked about
the colors, Ms. Dovecote?

I want my enemies to see
a rainbow of destruction

engulfing the world.

I'm not above using spectacle
to create a little terror.

A strategy
your classmate here

articulated very well
in his proposal.

They're good,
your suggestions.

I'm going to
recommend my team

implement as many
as possible tomorrow.

What?

Will she die?

The pleasure
in breaking ground

in one's research
is one gets to find out.

You better keep
Ms. Dovecote's fate between us.

I don't think her mother
would be happy to learn

how she caught
this sudden...

flu.

Now run along,
you have an arena to promote

and it's time for
my milk and crackers.

All right, let's go.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Come with me. Hey, you.

Get that camera
on her. Coral.

Welcome to the arena

for the 10th annual
Hunger Games.

Tributes, mentors,

you have 15 minutes
to survey the space
and discuss strategy.

Dill, you stick by me,
understand?

Hey, lumberjack.

Lamina.

No, no, just you.

Just you.

Jessup?

Jessup.

Please.

Coriolanus, please don't let me
die in here tomorrow.

Oh, shit!

Help me!

The gate's out!

The gate's out.

The gate's blown open.

Come on, the gate's open.

Come on. He wouldn't save you.

We've got runners!

Coryo.

Lucy Gray?

- Is she...
- She's alive.

What happened?

It was a rebel bombing.

They must have been
planning it for months.

Four tributes were killed.

Everyone's terrified, Coryo.

People are locking themselves
inside their houses.

Felix Ravinstill's
on life support.

The rebels released a message.

They said they wanted
to tear down the symbol of
the Hunger Games on live TV.

...savagely
and cowardly attacked us...

Marcus got out.

...gravely injuring
the president's...

He's the only one.

Peacekeepers are hunting
him in the streets but

at least he has
a better chance out there

- than he would tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

They're not still going ahead
with the Games?

Oh, no, Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray could've run.

- The show will go on.
- But she saved me.

And now our final tribute.

I first met this
young lady in the zoo

not too long ago.

-From District 12...
-Coryo.

...Lucy Gray Baird.

Come out here with
that guitar, you songbird.

Good evening,
Capitol. Districts.

I wrote this song
about a boy back in 12,

and I hope he hears it.

♪ When I was a babe
I fell down in the holler

♪ When I was a girl
I fell into your arms

♪ We fell on hard times
and we lost our bright color

♪ You went to the dogs
and I lived by my charms

♪ It's sooner than later
that I'm six feet under

♪ It's sooner than later
that you'll be alone

♪ So who will you turn to

♪ Tomorrow, I wonder

♪ For when the bell rings
Lover, you're on your own

♪ I am the one
who you let see you weeping

♪ I know the soul
that you struggle to save

♪ Too bad I'm the bet
that you lost in the Reaping

♪ Now what will you do

♪ When I go to my grave♪

Ding, ding, ding.
Look at that.

Record high for the evening.

The Capitol
is definitely watching.

People sending in donations.
See what happens

- when you do stuff?
- Yeah.

Now, I don't love your odds,
but may they be in your favor.

Thank you for being here.

Ms. Lucy Gray, District 12.

Both of you.

It's what friends do.

How wonderful is this night

that we all get to be
here for someone's
final performance.

Ms. Lucy Gray, thank you.

Go home, go to bed,
get a good night's sleep.

You've got
a big day tomorrow.

Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray.

-Hey.
-You're alive.

Those bombs,
they have changed everything.

They blew the walls out.

So that means you can escape
up into the stands.

There's a hole
down in the floor.

Leads down to some tunnels.
I've tried it

and you can
disappear down there.

So the moment you hear
that bell ring, you ignore
the weapons in the middle

and you run
as fast as you can
for that hole.

And you find a place
to hide down below. Alone.

-Alone? No.
-Yeah.

-Jessup's my friend.
-No.

The moment that bell rings,
you can't trust anyone.

Not even Jessup.

Just lay low down there
until it's safe to come out.

Thank you for
taking care of me.

I can't let you die.

You saved me.

You saved me, Lucy Gray.

-I'm sorry.
-Hey.

I'm more hopeful
during the daytime,

but when it gets dark,
I just...

It's okay.

It's okay.

I am gonna get you
out of here.

I promise.

Back to the Covey, okay?

Is this real?

Just tell me.

If I'm gonna risk everything.
That song...

That song was payback,
that's all.

My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe,

he was cheating on me
with the mayor's daughter.

-The girl from the Reaping.
-Yeah, she got crazy jealous.

She had her pa read my name
up on that stage

and now everyone will know
what they did to me.

Here.

You take this.

-No, no, it's too fine.
-No, it is not a gift.

It's a loan.

What's in here, don't touch it.

Don't even breathe it in

because small amounts
can be deadly.

Look, I have seen what war
does to people, okay?

I've seen it.

And there will come a time
when you need this.

When you need to act.

We all do things
we're not proud of to survive.

Hey.

We are gonna win
this, Lucy Gray.

We're gonna win this together.

Wake up! On your feet!

Jessup.

That friend of yours. Plinth.

You might wanna find him
a seat near the door.

Coryo.

-Hey.
-How you doing?
You all right?

- Better.
- Over here, please.

Better.

Tell me this
will be over quickly.

What is this? The mines?

I... I gotta
get my tools. Pa said...

Here we go.
Here we go, everyone.

Come on. Come on, let's go.

Sit down, Festus, come on.

Everyone, as you know,
we're about to go live.

Just because
you're not hosting,

doesn't mean you're
off the hook. Help me.

Don't get lost
behind your screens.

No yawning, no gum chewing.

Keep your chins down,
heads up, shoulders back.

And smile.

It's why we have teeth.

Okay. Ready?
We're gonna start, guys.

Five, four,

three, two...

Good morning, I'm Lucretius
"Lucky" Flickerman.

A man who
needs no introduction.

Weatherman, amateur magician,

and today,

I'm honored to say...

first ever host
of the Hunger Games.

In my hand,
an envelope, sealed.

My prediction, the winner
to be opened by me

upon the big show's end.

Well, well...

They're here.
We're getting word...

All right, we're about to start.

We're starting, everyone,
we're starting.

Happy Hunger Games.
Happy Hunger...

Remember, when
your tribute dies,
get out of here.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Enjoy the show.

Stand on your mark
or you will be shot.

Move.

Ooh! Marcus.

Guess we can
all sleep better now
knowing he's off the streets.

You're monsters!

All of you!

Ten, nine...

... eight, seven, six,

-five...
-Jessup.

...four,

-three...
-Jessup.

...two,

one.

Run.

Jessup!

Jessup!

What
are you doing? Run.

Jess...

Jessup!

Jessup!

Jessup!

Jessup! Jessup,
we gotta go, come on.

We should get out of here.
We gotta go. We gotta go.

They've gone
underground very quickly,

but we're prepared for this.

- Go, go, go.
- What you're seeing now

is a live feed
of security cameras.

Come on!

Come on!

Go, go, go.

This way.

Hy and Sol
from the other side,

pincering in on Lucy Gray.

Come on.

No! Please, no!

No!

Here comes the Pack,
surprising Hy and Sol.

No!

Come on.

Hey, lumberjack,
get in there and get her out.

I'm not
sticking my head in there.

She could be
waiting with a brick.

I knew we should have
recruited that Reaper kid.

Do you think they're done?

Looks like it.

To the children watching,
that was violent,

horrific, and disgusting.

Ms. Phipps,

please, if you're going
to vomit, do it off camera.

Thirteen tributes remain.

Reaper still looming large
on top of the charts

while Coral and her Pack
try to make a play.

Six tributes gone in minutes.

If they keep it up at this pace,

we're gonna be
outta here in no time.

Now, these record
high temperatures

aren't doing that
fire that continues

to burn out here
in District 9 any favors.

I'll keep an eye on it.

In District 10,

this warm front is gonna
come down and collide here,

squeezing out some drizzle.

And finally,
in District 12, a...

Lamina.

Please.

Please.

Yes!

Cold pressure
system's gonna swoop on in,

bringing cooler temperatures
and some much needed relief

to our coal miners out there,
at least until early evening.

That's the weather.

Was it mercy?
Was it murder?

Either way, that's what
happens when you do stuff.

You get attention.

Citizens send you money.

Now, once they get your money,

the mentor can choose
to send in food or water

using our newly developed
drones from the war,

reprogrammed
with facial recognition.

This ensures
that your package goes
directly to your tribute.

Isn't that right,
Pup Harrington?

Yeah.

I've got a hunch Pup is gonna
seize the opportunity.

What?

Uh, we have a reservation
tonight. Flickerman.

Party of two and a high chair.

We will not be there, um,
on time. I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm hosting
the Hunger Games...

10th annual,

and it's going a little bit
longer than anticipated,

so I'm curious to know

if you have
anything later tonight.

You do. Great.
I will be there.

Because this...

If not... If you don't see me,
I'm not there.

You can't
save her by watching.

What do you
want from that girl?

-Nothing. I want her to live.
-Mmm.

And the Plinth Prize would be
a happy coincidence,

I suppose.

I believe
I'd be entitled to it.

Of course you do.
Of course you do.

The prize, the girl.

Hmm, how convenient.
You don't have to
choose between them.

Who do you think
makes that final decision

for the prize
you so covet, Mr. Snow?

Wake up.

Even if Lucy Gray Baird
somehow wins it all,

I will do everything
in my power to ensure that

you don't see a dime.

So, ask yourself,

how much do you care
if she lives now?

We gotta be quiet
down here, Jessup.

I just wanna sleep.

You want some water?

What have you done to it?

I didn't do anything,
Jessup, I just...

Are you okay?

It's okay.

Jessup, come on.

Let's go back to sleep, okay?

I know, I know.
It's okay. It's okay.

Mr. Snow.

What happened?

Is it Lucy Gray?

Unless you can put a leash
on your deluded classmate,

she might as well be dead
as far as you're concerned.

Sejanus?

Bread crumbs. I believe

sustenance for
a fallen comrade

on his final journey.

A District 2 superstition.

I'll work on finding
the Peacekeeper he bribed

to get him in,
and cut out their tongue.

In the meantime,

I need someone
to get him out right now.

You should send
Peacekeepers in.

Only to have him bolt
and hide like a rabbit?

Felix Ravinstill
is fighting for his life

in the hospital, Mr. Snow.

I will not have these rebels
make a further mockery

of my Games.

Anyone sees us
lose control of this arena,

it might as well be sounding
a horn to the districts

to revolt.

You choose to be friends
with this radical.

You want him
to end the Games tonight?

It'll look a lot worse
if the tributes kill two of us.

So don't let them.

Who knows?
You get him out unscathed,

I'll whisper your name
in his father's ear.

You still want
that Plinth Prize, don't you?

I'll freeze the feed
for an hour.

I estimate that's all we have
until the people notice.

Enjoy the show.

I thought they'd send my ma.

Yeah, I wish they had.

You need to go, Coryo.

I'd like to. I really would.

But I promised
I'd get you out.

Why?

Because you're my friend.

I have to do this.
I had to go where
the cameras are.

You think
anyone's watching this?

Gaul cut the feed.

Tributes kill you in here,
she's just gonna
say you died of the flu.

You need to decide
right now.

Do you wanna
fight these tributes,

or fight for them?

Because if you wanna
make real change,

you need to
stay alive to do it.

How can I make
any change from out there?

You're rich.

Smart. You care.

You're the only one
who stood up to Gaul

in that class, right?

We're dead
if we don't leave
right now.

Come with me.

Spend your father's money,
do some real good.

Or just be
another dead body
in Gaul's war.

Please.

Trust me.

I...

Go! Go!

Run!

- Come on, get up!
- To the gate!

I don't wanna hurt you!

Enjoy the show.

Come on, get up.

- Go!
- Move it!

Open the gate!
Open the gate!

Watch those
screens, gorgeous.

'Cause I may
have missed you tonight,

but your songbird's
next on my list.

Let's go.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Coryo, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

For all of it.

My father.

Let the buying begin.

Ma!

I had to do something.

Snow stormed down,

down on his head.

It stormed down on his head,

and now the boy is...

You've had enough
of the Games tonight, I see.

Come, sit.

I'll stitch you up.

Who could imagine
Crassus Snow's baby boy

fighting for his life
in the arena one day?

What happened in there,
that's humanity undressed.

Fueled with the terror
of becoming prey,

see how quickly
we become predator.

See how quickly
civilization disappears.

Those tributes
don't have a choice.

I was talking about you.

All your fine manners,
education, background,

stripped away
in the blink of an eye,

leaving a boy with a club
who beats another boy to death

to stay alive.

You wanna protect
people, Mr. Snow?

To govern them
like your father?

Then it's essential you accept
what human beings are

and what it takes
to control them.

They sent me into the arena
tonight, Tigris.

What?

To get Sejanus out.

What happened? Are you okay?

I killed
one of the tributes.

A boy.

It must have been awful.

It was.

Then it felt...

powerful.

Coryo.

I know you wanna
be like your father

but what I remember
the most about him

was that in his eyes,

it was just hate.

You don't have to
pay the same price

just to survive.

People can be good.

You can be good. You are good.

Just believe in that.

Wakey wakey,
my Capitol friends.

I'm Lucky Flickerman
and welcome to day number two

of the 10th annual
Hunger Games.

Now, while most of you
were getting your
beauty sleep last night,

something
scintillating occurred.

Bobbin from District 8,

slaughtered.

Which of these beasts slayed

Bobbin from District 8?

Either way, it doesn't matter.

10 tributes remain.

Reaper still at the top
of the boards.

They aren't showing us

what happened
to that little boy.

He clearly
was killed right there.

There's cameras everywhere.
It doesn't make sense.

They said they were
old cameras, Lyssie.

Probably just
another one of Coral's.

Festus, sit down.

Same seats.

- What'd you do to me?
- Nothing!

Lyssie, what is he doing?

Something's wrong.
He wouldn't turn
on her like this.

Jessup going after Lucy Gray.

Go to the stands,
go to the stands.

- Stop running!
- What did you...

-What did you do to me?
-I didn't do anything.

Both tributes from District 12.

The same district
folding in on itself.

Wait, look.

The foam.

I didn't do anything to you!

I think it's rabies.

That bite. From that train.

Send him water.

Wait, what?

You remember
the posters in the war?

Rabies. It makes you afraid
of water. Send him a drone.

-That'll scare him.
-Yes.

Away from her.

Jessup is done.

Lyssie, you're the only one
that can get it right to him.

Ms. Vickers going
for her communipad early.

Thank you.

Sending a drone.

Nothing to be proud of.

Please, please, please!

What's wrong with me?

What did you do to me?

Oh!

Jessup?

I'm not going anywhere.

Okay?

You watched over me,
now I'm watching over you.

Sleep now, Jessup, sleep.

Okay.

Here we go.

Oh, no!

Lucy Gray.

You stay right there.

Oh, look at this.

The Pack doing what they
do best. Packing it in.

Lucy Gray is
swarmed, cornered.

Mizzen, propellering his net.

Mr. Snow going
for his communipad.

Hey, Coral, do you mind
if I take this one?

Not a chance.

These drones
are not very good.

Hey! You can't
attack the tributes.

I'm just sending water.

You idiots.

- How did you possibly
let her get away?
- I couldn't see a thing.

Get this water
into a pile, lumberjack.

And then when you're done,
you two can watch that beam

while we get your
little friend from back
home up there at least.

Now.

Do it now.

Again, a fall...

...ending a tribute's game.

Wake up.

Lucy Gray on the move.

And so is Pup Harrington.
Thank you, Pup.

You're useless.

Now, I wish we had
a camera inside of the duct,

but we don't.

But we will next year.

Hey.

You really think you deserve
that water now, Tanner?

Look, you just
said watch the beam.

Coral.

It's Wovey.

The little one from 8.

This should be easy.

Seven tributes remain.

Merciless Mizzen, Cunning Coral,

Treacherous Treech, Dill,
Reaper, of course,

and the lone wolves,
little Wovey and Lucy Gray.

And who do we have here?

Ah! It's ill Dill.

Tuberculosis on legs.

Dill?

Dill?

Dill, wake up.

Dill.

No.

What happened?

Dill?

Dill?

Hey.

Dill, hey, wake up.

Dill.

Dill!

I'm so sorry.

He just tore down the flag.

Are you gonna punish me now?

Are you going
to punish me n...

Capitol citizens,

I'm afraid I must
interrupt our Games

to announce a tragic loss,

one that affects us all.

Felix Ravinstill, son of
our beloved president...

...has, this morning,

succumbed to his injuries

sustained in
the rebel bombing.

Out there in the districts,

they will be celebrating
this young boy's death

as a triumph.

I will not allow my Games

to give our enemy
such a victory.

I swear to you, here and now,

before the sun
goes down tonight,

a rainbow of destruction
will engulf our arena.

Even if it means
there's to be no victor
in these Games.

Get me a drink.
Get me a drink right now.

I need to see
Dr. Gaul immediately.

Hey. Go get a spear.
Go up there.

Push her back as much
as possible. Trust me.

Come to beg for her life?

No.

No, my stitches,

they broke loose.

I didn't want the doctors
asking questions.

Come, sit.

Pull down your shirt.

Shh. Quiet.

She's up here somewhere.

This might hurt.

Jabberjays we call them.

We sent them
out during the war

to pick up
rebel conversations,

squawk it back to us
word for word.

Watch.

A failed experiment,
but an instructive one.

I'm rounding them up
district by district now

to see what better purposes
they might serve.

A failed experiment,

but an instructive one.

Here, birdy, birdy, birdy.

Don't be scared.

Don't run away.

Lucy.

I'll see you in the auditorium
for the finale, Mr. Snow.

You should be
proud of yourself.

Your songbird, Lucy Gray,
put on a wonderful show.

Shh. Quiet, quiet. Listen.

Coral.

Lucy Gray, is she okay?

She won't be for long.

I've got you now, songbird.

Wait.

What's wrong with Treech?

Did Coral do
something to Treech?

Run. Run.

What did she do to him?

- Dissension in the ranks.
- Treech is down.

Good afternoon, Ms. Sickle.

That is not gonna be good.

Work, please.

Wouldn't it be fun
if it was candy?

Is it over?

- Can we go home now?
- Wovey.

- Wovey.
- Please!

Wovey.

Wovey.

- Not candy!
- Down goes Wovey.

Help!

Mizzen,

-say goodbye!
-Yes!

Lucy Gray, wait!

Lucy, I'm begging you!

It's not fair.

It's not.

I can't have killed
them all for nothing.

And that is good-bye

to Festus Creed.

Have a nice summer.

Now, all colors lead to Gray.

She's... She's won.

It's over, she's won.

She's won, let her out.

Afraid that's not your call
to make, Mr. Snow.

♪ You're headed for heaven

♪ The sweet old hereafter

♪ And I've got
one foot in the door

♪ But before I can fly up

♪ I've loose ends to tie up

♪ Right here
in the old therebefore

♪ I'll be along...

Dr. Gaul, she won.

♪ When I've finished my song
When I've shut down the band

It's over, let her out.

♪ When I've played out my hand

Why aren't they attacking her?

♪ When I've shut down the band

-Must be the singing.
-♪ I have no regrets...

-♪ ...right here
-It's calming them.

-♪ In the old therebefore
-She can't sing forever.

♪ I'll catch you up

♪ When I've emptied my cup

♪ When I've
worn out my friends

♪ When I've burned out
both ends

♪ When I've cried all my tears

♪ When I've conquered my fears

♪ Right here
in the old therebefore

♪ When nothing is left anymore

♪ I'll bring the news

♪ When I've danced off my shoes

♪ When my body's closed down

♪ When my folks run aground

♪ When I've tallied the score

♪ And I'm flat on the floor

♪ Right here
in the old therebefore

♪ When nothing is left anymore

♪ When I'm pure like a dove

♪ When I've learned
how to love

♪ Right here
in the old therebefore

♪ When nothing
is left anymore ♪

Dr. Gaul, please.

Get her out.

- Get her out!
- Get her out!

Get her out!

Get her out!

Get her out! Get her out!

Get her out! Get her out!

Get her out!
Get her out! Get her out!

Who will watch the Games
if there's no victor?

Get her out! Get her out!

Get her out.

She's won! Lucy Gray!

Coriolanus Snow is the winner
of the 10th Annual Hunger Games.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Congrats!

Congrats!

Whoo!

The Games...

that I had...

predicted! Whoo!

- Yeah! Give it up!
- Tigris.

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Lucy Gray?

Lucy Gray?

I warned you, Mr. Snow.

Cheating will be punished.

More poetically than even
I could have hoped.

Lucy Gray, where is she?

I would be more concerned

with your own survival
if I were you.

It's fitting that
both your parents

could be here
for your big moment.

That compact.

How many times did I see

your mother use it,
I wonder...

to powder her beautiful face?

Come now,

we both know
that child from 11

didn't die of disease.

Or that lumberjack from 7.

And that old handkerchief,

we found it in the snake tank,
appropriately...

condemning you with
your father's own initials.

Your family won't ever see

that prize money
now of course.

President Ravinstill has left
your form of punishment to me,

and I've decided banishment
to the districts

where you'll serve your Capitol
in exile for the next 20 years

as an anonymous,
peacekeeping grunt.

Do you hear that, boy?

Finally.

The sound of snow falling.

8.

Send me to 12.

Please.

You know, I thought
I might find you here

sitting all by yourself.

Sejanus, what are you doing...

What do you think?

After what I did in the arena,

my father had to buy
the Academy a brand-new gym

just so I could get my diploma.

He begged me to stay.

But once I found out
where they were sending you,

I couldn't
get out fast enough.

Barely made the train
because of this stupid knee.

But it's okay.

They gave me
some morphling for the pain.

You volunteered for this?

I figure I get through basic

and then maybe
I become a medic.

Make a real
difference out here.

Just like you said.

They never told us
what you did.

I cheated.

To save Lucy Gray
from the snakes.

Do you think they killed her?

Why would they risk it?

She was a big hit.

If there is a Games next year,

they're probably
gonna invite her

to sing at
the opening ceremony.

You know,
when you came in,

I was weighing
the merits of suicide.

When we're about to be free?

When the girl
you risked everything for

might be waiting for you
at the end of this track?

My friend, don't give them
the satisfaction.

Your life has just begun.

You're gonna do great.

We're both gonna do great.

Just be careful.

Okay?

It's a different world out here.

Move it out!

Welcome to 12.

We're proud
to have every one of you

serving your country out here.

For the next 20 years,

brothers and sisters
in your immediate squad

will become your family.

You will train together,
sleep together, eat together.

You will rise together
and you will fall together.

You will be our eyes and ears

out here on my base
as well as off it.

And it will be your duty

to report anything
suspicious you see,

because if you do not,

you are as good
as a rebel yourself.

Last month, a Peacekeeper
and two mine bosses

were shot dead in the pits.

We retrieved the murder weapon.

We swabbed it for DNA.

And the results proved
beyond doubt that this man,

Arlo Chance...

is guilty.

So, watch, all of you.

This is what happens

when you challenge
the Capitol's rule of law.

- He's innocent!
- No, no, no!

No, no, no!

-He's innocent!
-Lil, Lil, Lil!

- No, Lil!
- He's innocent!

Run, Lil, run!

Run, Lil! Run, Lil!

-No, no, no!
-Arlo!

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

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

Run, Lil!

You're murderers!

No! No!

Run, Lil, run!
You're murderers!

Run, Lil, run!

Run, Lil, run!

He didn't do it!

You're all murderers!
Let me out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

Arlo!

What were you
thinking back there?

She didn't do anything, Coryo.
What is she guilty of?

Being directly
associated with rebels.

What more do they need?

If she had gotten
through the crowd...

He didn't do it!
I swear he didn't do it!

...I don't think I would have
been able to shoot her.

Would you?

He didn't do anything!

You need to find a way to make
peace with our life here now.

Or have your father
buy you a discharge
and do something else.

Hey.

Hoff's given us all
leave passes for the weekend.

Boost morale.

Boost morale.

Please.

Please help.

Hey, uh,
I'm gonna go get a drink.

Is it hot in here?

Yeah!

'Cause we're plannin'
on heating it up a set more.

The one, the only,
Lucy Gray Baird!

Well, hey there,
District 12, did you miss me?

Yeah!

I bet you never expected
to lay eyes on me again.

And, let me tell you,
that goes both ways.

But I am back.

I sure am back!

Oh! Is that bottle there for me?

Oh, come on, y'all.

You know, I gave up drinking
when I was 12.

It's to clear my pipes, y'all.
To clear my pipes.

Now, how about a song, huh?

Yeah!

♪ Can't take my past

♪ Can't take my history

♪ You could take my pa

♪ But his name's a mystery

Yeah!

♪ Nothing you could
take from me

♪ Was ever worth keepin'

♪ Oh, nothing you can take

♪ Was ever worth keepin'

Come on!

♪ Can't take my charm

♪ Can't take my humor

♪ You could take my wealth

♪ 'Cause it's just a rumor

♪ Nothing you can take
was ever worth keepin'

♪ Oh, nothing you can take
was ever worth keepin'

♪ Thinkin' you're so fine

♪ Thinkin' you're in control

♪ Thinkin' you'll change me
Maybe rearrange me

♪ Think again
if that's your goal

♪ Ooh ♪

Lucy Gray!

-Lucy Gray!
-Billy Taupe!

You're sounding
kind of thin, Lucy Gray.

Billy! Billy!

You're all sounding thin
without me. No?

-Billy!
-I've got it.

Billy!

Billy!

You swore you wouldn't play
with them again, Billy Taupe.

Come on.

Settle down, settle down.

I know you miss me, Lucy Gray.

Get your hands
off me right now.

Get your hands off me, Billy.

Get your hands off me,
Billy Taupe.

After what you did to me,

you get your hands
off me right now.

Or I swear I will take a snake
and I will...

Don't touch her!

Coryo, stop!

-Get off me, get off me!
-What are you, crazy?

Come on.
We gotta get out of here.

Who'd have thought
I'd have to save you?

She's here.

She's alive.

♪ Are you

♪ Are you

♪ Coming to the tree?

♪ Where they strung up a man

♪ They say who murdered three

♪ Strange things
did happen here

♪ No stranger would it be

♪ If we met up at midnight

♪ In the hanging tree ♪

They said
I might find you out here.

Sorry, I...

I still got
one foot in the arena.

Your hair,

that uniform...

I thought you were dead.

Yeah, I thought I was too.

But your dean, Highbottom,
he had them send me home.

Highbottom did?

Put me on a train himself,
gave me some money.

He said they'd sent you to 8.

For breaking their rules.

Saving your life.

But I gave them my last cent

so that I could come here to 12.

Because I had to
try to find you.

Your dean, he...

he told me
the strangest thing. He...

He said he was glad
that I survived you.

He told you what I did
to that boy in the arena?

I didn't have a choice.

-That little girl, Dill...
-I know.

I thought it'd be
one of the others...

-maybe Coral...
-Hey.

You are not a killer, Lucy Gray.

Yes, I am.

Both of us are now.

You're safe.

Your Peacekeeper friends.

I'll handle this.

They'll be here
about the fight last night.

Hey, they can't see us together.

There's a lake out in the woods.

Nobody knows
much of it except us Covey.

Meet me here tomorrow,
we'll go.

We can be free out there.

Maude Ivory, you got my guitar?

-Yeah.
-Thanks, honey.

I can put something together.

- All right.
- Yeah.

Your boy is coming.

See you later.

Hey, you're back.

How's Lucy Gray?

Figured you'd be a while,
so I decided to explore town.

Oh.

With Billy Taupe?

And who's the other guy
with him?

I remember that
from the Academy.

Watching you watch everyone.

Carefully choosing
when to weigh in.

Are you trying
to help these people?

Don't you think they need help?

They lost the war, Sejanus.

A war they started
that made your family rich.

I am not about to throw away

any chance I might have
of getting home someday

just because
you feel a bit guilty.

You understand?

♪ Oft I'd heard

♪ Of Lucy Gray

♪ And when I cross the wild

♪ A chance
to see at break of day

♪ The solitary child

♪ And then
an open field they crossed

♪ The marks
were still the same

♪ They tracked them on

♪ Not ever lost

♪ And to the bridge they came

♪ They followed
from the snowy bank

♪ Those footmarks one by one

♪ Into the middle of the plank

♪ And further there were none

♪ Yet some
maintain that to this day

♪ She is a living child

♪ That you may
see sweet Lucy Gray

♪ Upon the lonesome wild ♪

I've never seen
those birds before.

Mockingjays, we call 'em.

Does she survive?

Lucy Gray, in the song?
The footprints?

Maybe she flew away.

I'm sure
she's out there somewhere.

She's a survivor.

But it's a mystery, sweetheart.

Just like me.

I brought you something.

It was my mother's.

I'd like for you to have it.

Mmm.

It still smells like roses.

Thank you.

I'll take good care of it,
I promise.

You must miss your family
so much out here.

I do.

I worry about them all the time.

Would you
really go back, though?

If you could?

To the Capitol?

I have to.

It's where I belong.

But I hope
you'll come back with me.

Capitol's not for me.

At least it's civilized.
Has order.

The Hunger Games are order?

No.

No, of course not.

What if this
was our life, Coriolanus?

Out here.

Waking up whenever.

Catching our own food,
living out by a lake.

I mean, would
you still feel a need
for the Capitol even then?

Uh...

-Did you two just pick this?
-Yep.

Thank you.

Well, it's a little early yet,
Maude Ivory.

- No.
- No.

Early for what?

To eat the roots.

Pretty little thing,
but it's determined.

Some people call it
"swamp potato."

But I think "katniss" has
a much nicer ring, don't you?

Hey, grab the rods, CC?

We could use
some more fish at home.

He misses Billy Taupe.

Do you?

Not since the Reaping, no.

I can't trust him anymore.

Trust is everything.

It's everything to me.

More important even than love.

Without trust, you might
as well be dead to me.

You can trust me.
I promise you that.

If you can trust
anyone in this world,

you can trust me.

You can trust me too.

Private Snow?

Come with us.

Snow.

I received the results

from your aptitude tests
this morning.

Looked over your
training records too.

Your performance is exemplary.

Well, half the other recruits
can't read, sir.

You're General
Crassus Snow's boy.

What did you do to end up here?

I made an enemy, sir.

In the Capitol.

I've made a career out of
ruining my enemies' plans.

I'm gonna reassign you

to officer training
in District 2.

You'll earn a real wage.

Maybe even have another shot
at the Capitol one day.

Train leaves in 10 days.

Keep a clean record,

you'll never see anyone
from District 12 again.

Is there a problem?

This is an honor, Private.
Not an option.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Coryo?
- Tigris?

Coryo!

Tigris.

Your curls!

Yeah, I know.

Where are you?

Coryo, we're fine.

Tigris, where are you?

We had to move out.

We're renting this place
just for right now.

They evicted you?

Listen. I'm fine.

Grandma'am is fine.

I really don't
want you to worry, okay?

I think I found
a way out of here.

I just have to make it
through Officer Training in 2.

And then I can make my way
back to the Capitol.

-I will fix this.
-Okay.

I'm gonna be home soon.

I promise.

Don't make me hope.

Secure! Good to go!

Whatever it is you're doing,
you need to stop it.

-What are you...
-Don't.

I saw you talking
to that woman in the jail.

If I don't report you now...

You don't know
anything to report.

They know
we're friends, Sejanus.

You're gonna
get us both killed.

You told me
I could do something.

You told me
I could make a difference.

There's a group of locals
that are getting

-out of District 12 for good.
-Don't. Stop talking.

-I can't hear this.
-Listen to me.

They're going up north

to start a new life
far away from Panem.

They need money for supplies.

They told me I could go
if I got it for them.

You could come with us.

You're giving money
to the locals.

Are you out of your mind?
They're all rebels.

I can't stay here. I won't.

They're not planning on doing
anything dangerous, okay?

It's all dangerous.

They're just doing what
anybody else would do, Coryo.

The leader, Spruce, he wants
to get his sister, Lil,

out of jail on base.

Hoff is going to execute her

just because she knows the man
that they killed.

It's wrong.

I'm gonna help them get her out.

-It's treason, Sejanus.
-Nobody's gonna get hurt.

I'm just doing what you
told me to do at the arena.

I was just trying
to save you

the first time you did
something stupid enough

to ruin my life.

What if they catch you
bringing this woman off base?

It's worth the risk
to do the right thing.

For you.

Your father will just
buy your way out of it

like he always does,

while I'll be hung
just for knowing you.

Please.

Don't make me rescue you again.

I don't need you
to rescue me, Coryo.

They're just doing

what anybody else
would do, Coryo.

The leader, Spruce,

he wants to get his sister,
Lil, out of jail...

♪ Everyone's born
as clean as a whistle

♪ As fresh as a daisy

♪ And not a bit crazy

♪ Staying that way's
a hard row for hoeing

♪ As rough as a briar

♪ Like walking through fire

♪ This world, it's dark

♪ This world, it's scary

♪ I've taken some hits

♪ So no wonder I'm wary

♪ It's why I need you

♪ You're as pure as the driven

♪ Snow

♪ Oh

♪ Oh

♪ Cold and clean

♪ Swirling over my skin

♪ You clothe me

♪ You soak right in

♪ This world, it's cruel
with troubles aplenty

♪ You asked me two reasons
I got three and twenty

♪ For why I trust you

Billy, what
the hell are you doing?

♪ You're as pure as the driven

♪ Snow ♪

You said that money
was for supplies to get north.

These are supplies.

What, did you think
this was a game?

You said that
nobody was gonna get hurt.

- That isn't part of the deal.
- Hey.

Hey, stop!

What are you doing?
Guns, Sejanus?

I didn't know there
was gonna be weapons,
Coryo. They lied to me.

You thought they'd be honest?

Are you crazy? There are
Peacekeepers right out there.

There's another one
in here now, too.

Okay, wait.

And the mayor's daughter?

Hey, it's okay, Spruce.
He's with me.

I told him to come in here.
He's gonna help.

-Hey, where'd...
-Wait, wait, wait.

You invite
the whole town, Plinth?

She's okay, Spruce.

She's joining us too.
She's with me.

She what?

Quiet down, Mayfair.
I'll explain later.

I think I'm done listening
to your explanations.

She's not going anywhere.

And neither are you.

My pa's gonna string
y'all up for this.

Stop!

She'll tell everyone, you idiot.

-She'll get us all hung.
-He's right.

No, she won't, Spruce.
She's all talk, no action.

What do you think, Lucy Gray?

Am I all talk, no action?

Hey, how'd you enjoy
the Capitol, by the way?

See y'all
at the Hanging Tree.

No, no!

Wait.

Mayfair!

♪ Keep on
the sunny side of life... ♪

Coriolanus, what
did you just do?

Well, you just shot
the mayor's daughter, son.

What did you just do?

If you weren't a rebel before,
you are now.

-You killed her.
-Quiet, Billy Taupe.

You're all right.

You and me,
we're gonna be all right.

No one is gonna
think this was us.

You reckon you're just gonna
walk out of here free?

-Dump this on me, maybe?
-I said, pipe down.

You got a surprise
coming, Capitol boy.

If I'm gonna swing for this,
you swing with me.

Oh!

- I didn't trust him anyway.
- Billy Taupe!

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.

You're gonna go
back out on that stage
and you're gonna sing.

You're gonna sing
like nothing is wrong.

And I'm gonna find us
a way out of this, okay?

-Okay. Okay.
-Okay? I swear. I swear.

Go. Go.

Get rid of these guns. Go.

Go, Spruce, go.

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

-For once, shut up.
-It's all my fault!

All of this is your fault.

It's only gonna get
worse if you don't
pull yourself together.

If you breathe a word now,
both of us, we're finished.

So we go back out there

and we act like
nothing is wrong.

- I don't know...
- Hey.

Hey, look at me.

You have to
pull yourself together.
You have to pull it together.

You came here for me, right?

We're brothers?

Brothers.

So whatever you've done,
I swear I will keep you safe.

Those guns were
the only loose end
besides the four of us.

So we're gonna be okay.

Okay? Not a word.

-Okay.
-Okay?

- Hey, Beanie.
- Yeah?

Who's that girl
you were dancing with, man?

I think her name was Josie.

Come on, everybody, up!
Everybody up!

-Let's go!
-Smiley, what's going on?

Hoff is losing his mind.

The mayor's daughter got shot,
and her boyfriend, too.

He's sending out
every grunt we've got,

to find the guns that did it.

It is our duty to keep peace
in this district.

So these murderers
shall be brought to justice.

We shall find
their murder weapons.

If the killers are still
in Panem's grasp,

they will hang
before the week is out.

Right there.
Don't move, all right?

Check the other one.

I didn't do anything!

Go!

Backs to the wall!

These are children, please!

- Clear!
- Clear!

Are you okay?

The mayor's going
to get me killed, Coriolanus.

He already thinks it was me.

Billy Taupe, Mayfair, both dead.

If they catch Spruce now,
or Sejanus talks...

-Sejanus won't talk.
-How do you know that?

They torture
the people they catch

for information here.

Even Peacekeepers.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I should have dealt
with those guns myself.

And Mayfair...

I just wasn't
thinking straight.

I have to run. North.

Like Billy Taupe
and the others talked about.

Away from the districts.

If I stay here now,
I'm as good as dead, too.

What about the Covey?

They can look after each other.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

I'll come with you.

-What about your family?
-Look.

I just learned Hoff
is sending me to 2
for Officer Training

-but none of that matters now.
-You were gonna leave.

It's all Panem.

As soon as they find that gun,
they'll hang me.

No matter which district I'm in.

When can you go?

Tomorrow.

-Dawn.
-Okay.

Okay.

Meet me at the Hanging Tree.
First light.

Whoo-hoo!

We got one.
I think we got one.

They say his name is Spruce.

Three years...

I fought for the Capitol
during the war.

I've been angry.

But this is the first time
I've felt ashamed.

Get the other one up here.

Coryo.

Coryo. Coryo.

The Capitol has
received word via jabberjay

that these two men conspired
to break into our base's jail

and flee north

to release this terrorist
from captivity.

I'd expect this of a rebel
but not from one of our own.

This is treason,
plain and simple.

Play the recording!

The leader, Spruce,

he wants
to get his sister, Lil,

out of jail on base. Hoff is
going to execute her...

No, Coryo. Coryo, help!

...just because
she knows the man

-that they killed. It's wrong.
- No, no, no! Ma! Help! Ma!

Ma!

Help!

Ma! Ma!

No, no!

Ma! Ma! Ma!

Help! Ma! Help!

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

♪ Are you

♪ Are you

♪ Coming to the tree

♪ Where they strung up a man

♪ They say who murdered three

♪ Strange things
did happen here

♪ No stranger would it be

♪ If we met up at midnight

♪ In the Hanging Tree

♪ Are you

♪ Are you

♪ Coming to the tree

♪ Where the dead man called out

♪ For his love to flee?

♪ Strange things
did happen here

♪ No stranger would it be

♪ If we met up at midnight

♪ In the Hanging Tree ♪

Are you
thinkin' about Sejanus?

I just wish there was more
I could've done.

I'm sorry
you have to leave this place.

Yeah, I'll miss the Covey.

Hope they'll follow me
someday, though.

You know what I won't miss?

People.

People aren't so bad.

Not really.

It's what the world
does to them.

Like all of us in the arena.

I think
there's a natural goodness

born into us all.

No, really.

You can either cross that
line into evil...

or not.

And it's our life's work

to stay on the right side
of that line.

-It's not always that simple.
-Mmm.

I know.

I'm a victor.

Sure will be nice not to have
to kill anyone else

up north, though, huh?

Three's enough for me.

I'm gonna make a walking stick.

You want one?

You killed three?

Who's the third?

What?

Person you killed, Coriolanus.

You said you killed
three people.

I only know about two.
Do not lie to me.

-Can you help me get this out?
-There was Bobbin in the arena

and Mayfair.
And who's the third?

My old self.

I killed him
so I could come with you.

Come on.

Why don't we
stop here at the cabin?

- Wait out the storm?
- We should
really keep going.

We're gonna
need food, Lucy Gray.

Let's catch some fish
while we're here.

If you want to fish,

there's rods
under the floorboards.

These ones?

Uh-huh.

What is it?

It's the gun.

The one you fired at Mayfair.

Spruce must have known
about this place. If we
destroy that gun, you're free.

You can go back home.

Will you?

No more loose ends.

Besides me.

Besides you?

You wouldn't tell anyone.

'Course not.

I'm just gonna go
dig up some katniss.

There's a good patch
down by the lake.

I thought it was
too early for that.

Well, the world
changes awful fast.

Lucy Gray.

It's still raining.

Well, I'm not
made out of sugar.

Lucy Gray?

Lucy Gray?

Lucy Gray, where are you?

Hello?

Hey, did something happen?

Because if something's happened,

we can talk about it.

Are you hiding from me?

Lucy...

Ow!

Is that poisonous?

Are you trying to kill me?

Lucy Gray?

Lucy Gray!

I said,
are you trying to kill me?

After everything
I've done for you!

♪ Are you

♪ Are you

♪ Coming to the tree

♪ Wear a necklace of rope

-Lucy Gray?
-♪ Side by side

-♪ With me
-That's enough.

♪ Strange things
did happen here

Lucy Gray, I said...

♪ No stranger would it be

♪ If we met up at midnight

Shut up!

♪ In the Hanging Tree

Sir.

How's the arm, Private?

The medic said
you took quite a bite.

Nothing that I won't
have forgotten about by
the time I reach 2, sir.

There's been a change of plan,
Private Snow.

Congratulations, Mr. Snow.

You've passed all my tests.

I've asked President Ravinstill

to grant you a full pardon,

effective immediately.

I also told him
that you are too promising

to waste in the military.

So you'll be studying
under me now

at the Capitol University.

I can't afford University.

A certain Mr. Strabo Plinth
has offered

to pay for everything you need

while you're there.

All for being such a good friend

to his Sejanus.

He doesn't know quite how good
a friend you were, of course.

I never mentioned
your little recording.

Quite impressive,

how you sent your
only friend to the noose

just to get my attention.

-That's not what I did.
-Are you sure?

Because I think that won you
the Plinth Prize, after all.

The President has agreed
to another year of the Games.

People watched.

And I have you
to thank for that.

But before
I take you under my wing,

after everything you've seen
out there in the real world,

let me ask you one final time.

What are the Hunger Games for?

I used to think
that the Hunger Games

were punishment
for the districts.

Then I thought
they served as a warning

to us here in the Capitol

about the threat
the districts posed.

Now I know
the whole world is an arena.

And we need the Hunger Games.

Every year.

To remind us all
who we truly are.

And who are you,
do you determine?

The victor.

Welcome home, Mr. Snow.

Oh!

You look so handsome.

What do you think?

I think you look just like
your father, Coriolanus.

Sejanus Plinth's
personal effects

from District 12.

I was going to return this
to his parents tonight.

As a gift.

It would have been
his 19th birthday.

But I think...

they would prefer just this.

Best friends.

You grew a heart
in the districts.

No, not in the districts.

In the Hunger Games.

I should be thanking you.

The credit for the Hunger Games

goes to your father.

Half of it, at least.

I only dreamt them up
as an assignment.

A joke.

I was drunk.

Devise a punishment
for our enemies so extreme,

they will never forget
how badly they've wronged us.

When I sobered up,
I wanted to destroy it.

But your father, my best friend,

he'd stolen it from me.

Put both our names on it,

taken it to Gaul
to rise up himself.

I tried morphling...

the night that first child fell.

I hoped the Games might die out.

I tried to stop them
however I could.

But then you came along.

Now the blood
of so many more generations

will be on my hands.

Because you've
shown us the price

people are willing to pay
for a good show.

Tell me...

was she sad when you left 12?

Your little songbird?

I expect it made us both sad.

My contacts inform me
that she's disappeared.

That the mayor might have
killed her out there.

But there's no proof.

It's a mystery.

And mysteries have a way
of driving people mad.

Look at you.

Heir to the Plinth fortune,
nothing in your way.

Snow lands on top.

Yeah.

It's the things we love most

that destroy us.