All language subtitles for Ghosts (US) (2021) - S03E01.The.Owl

Will you make me
the happiest ghost

- on the entire property?
- No.

I will make you
the second happiest.

Your killer was my son Thomas.

You've known this this whole
time and never told me?

I'm very sorry, Alberta.

No, I'm sorry.

Sorry I ever considered you
to be a friend.

You're so hot.

Thor and Flower
both familiar with owls.

Is definitely basis
for entire relationship.

I think one of the ghosts
just got sucked off.

- Who?
- I have no idea.

I hope it's Trevor.

No one's in here.
I'll check the library.

Okay, I'll check the kitchen!

- Library's empty.
- I can't see ghosts.

I don't know why
I went in there.

- What's all the hubbub?
- Oh!

Pete and Sass
just came down the stairs,

- so it wasn't them.
- Oh, thank God.

- Hey.
- And there's Trevor, too.

- Okay.
- What's going on?

We saw a light.
Someone just got sucked off.

Okay, we need a head count.

Everybody find
your suck-off buddy!

Guys, get down here.

I can't believe
one of them is gone.

Let's not panic. Maybe it
was just a basement ghost.

"Just a basement ghost"?

Oh, God, that's not
what I meant.

Real nice, Pete.
Real nice.

Unbelievable!

We just solved my murder.

What's a girl got to do
to get sucked off around here?

I, too, am here,

despite bravely revealing
after a mere hundred years

that my son was Alberta's
- murderer all along. Yes,

you're the hero of that story.
I mean,

we had a funeral for Trevor.

I mean, we gave him
so much closure.

Still here, bro.
Deal with it.

Okay, Jay, so far
we're still missing Isaac,

Thor and Flower.

Oh, there's Crash.

So, I just stuck my head
in the attic.

Literally.

Did you see Stephanie?

The creepy chain saw prom girl?

Still sleeping, as usual.

That bird is out
like an unplugged jukebox.

Nigel!

Nigel?

Nigel?
Has anyone seen Nigel?

Captain Higgintoot!

Nigel! Nigel!

- Oh!
- Oh!

I went to the shed to
boast of our betrothal

but on my way back,
I saw the white light.

I feared for the worst.

Could you imagine,
one of us sucked off

on the night of our engagement?
Well,

all my basement friends
are accounted for.

Sorry, Pete.

So, that leaves
Thor and Flower.

Jay, it seems like

it's either Thor or Flower. Whoa.

One of the main eight.

Anyone seen Flower?

Want to show her
butterfly in pantry.

What?

Thor, you were
the last one to see Flower.

Did anything significant happen?

Personal revelations
or sudden epiphanies?

Thor don't think so.

Well, what was the last
thing you said to her?

Believe it was
comment about cod.

Specifically, flavor of cod.

Specifically, that
flavor is good.

I know that would shoot me
straight to paradise.

I'm happy for Flower,

but I'm gonna miss her.

And I bet she'll miss us,

if she remembers who we are.

- She did call you Dave last week.
- Yeah.

But then she said,
"I'm sorry, Tom."

So at least she knew
- Dave wasn't right.
- Hmm.

So, like, what normally happens
after a ghost moves on?

Is there some sort of ceremony?

It's been a long time, but
we gather, say a few words,

much like a memorial
for a Living.

Though there's not much
in the way of finger foods,

because we can't
make finger foods

or hold finger foods

or consume finger foods.

The things I would do
to a Ritz cracker.

Look, what happened to Flower

is what we all want
for ourselves,

but it comes with a lot
of complicated emotions.

This is unfair. She was here
for, what, 50 years?

I've been stuck in this dump
for a damn century.

One of which is jealousy.

I feel pain!

Another is pain.

Okay, not to be insensitive,

but do you get the sense
that our engagement party

is still on for tonight?

It doesn't appear to be
foremost on people's minds.

Sorrow!

It's just that I feel bad

because Samantha purchased
all those party supplies.

The two balloons.

- Yes.
- Yes, yes.

Hey, I might just be in my head,
but do you think

Nancy told the rest
of the pit about

my "just a basement ghost"comment?

Pete, let it go.

Trust me, bro,

nobody's ever
thinking about you.

Thank you.

Hey. How's Thor doing?

I mean,
losing your girlfriend?

Between you and me, that is not
something you come back from.

Uh-huh. You are sort of
whispering directly in his ear.

Oh. Sorry, big guy.

Thor, loss is never easy,

but as I once told
the grieving parents

of a child factory worker
who'd been pulled into a loom...

You know, it's hard when
we think someone's gone.

By all means, take the floor.

But in Hinduism,

we're taught that
when a person dies,

their spirit finds a new home,

in a different body.

Could be human,
could be an animal.

Could be anything.
It's called reincarnation.

It's nice to think
that Flower might be

closer than you know.

Please thank small man,
but, unfortunately,

he not ease Thor's pain.

World still dark.

Love still dead.

Hope... abandoned.

So, uh, what did you tell
that poor kid's parents?

Ooh. I told them
there's a job opening

for your other child,

and this time, be sure
to cut their hair.

They cried with joy.

Knock, knock! Everybody decent?

Just kidd...

Wow.
I forget about the smell.

It's a good smell,
of course.

I mean, I... I-I like it.

- What do you want, Pete?
- Nothing.

Uh, just, uh, coming to see
how everyone's doing.

Nice of you to check in.

Especially since
we're just basement ghosts.

Oh, boy.
So you did say something.

It's not my job
to protect you, Pete.

Plus, it was a juicy nugget,

and after a few hours
of water heater talk,

you start looking for
other stuff to fill your day.

Speaking of which,

did anyone else
notice that gurgle

the water heater was making
this morning?

We already discussed the gurgle!

Damn it, it's boring down here.

Yes! Mark just
got here with his crew.

Oh, they're starting renovations
on the barn today?

We're gonna have
a restaurant, babe.

Terrible investment.

My friend tried
to get me to go in

on something called
Buffalo Wild Wings.

Can't imagine that
worked out for him.

Oh, my God!

And this is the front hallway.

That, of course, is Samantha

that just screamed
behind the desk.

Hello.

Pete just walked in with
a whole clump of cholera ghosts.

I mean, welcome.

Pete, what the hell
is going on? Hi.

Um, wh-wh-wh-why don't you
guys make yourselves comfy

in the living room?

Don't let that name
offend you.

I'll be back to resume
the tour in a jiff.

These floors got to be pine.

They're not pine, Stuart.

Know your wood
or shut up about it.

Okay, so I went
down to the basement

to make sure they weren't
mad at me about

the whole "just a
basement ghost" comment.

Well, turns out, they were,
in fact, very mad.

Well, who cares
if they're mad at you?

Also, anger is
a very complex emotion

to assign to them.

Well, I don't like
anybody being mad at me,

so to prove to them
how much I enjoy them,

I kind of invited them
to come upstairs.

But don't worry,
I-I'm sure

they're gonna be going
back downstairs very soon.

Mind if we go watch
that TV thing upstairs?

Sure. Yeah. Kick back, relax,

stay as long as you like.

I'm not great with conflict.
Hey, guys.

Hey, Mark.

How are things
out in the barn?

Hey, you've been here
15 minutes.

Do not tell me
that we have a problem.

We have a problem.

Walked into that one.

Come with me,
I'll show you.

Is that an owl?

Common barn owl
by the look of it.

Binomial name is Tyto alba.

I took an ornithology class
at Penn

'cause it was packed
with Tri-Delts.

What's happening?

Construction's held up

'cause they found
an owl nesting.

Really?

Owl.

Obviously,
we'll need to relocate it.

Once they've started roosting,
you've got to

move them miles away,
otherwise they just come

right back
to the same spot.

You okay, big guy?

Love for owls

first thing Flower and Thorfinn
find in common.

Means great deal to us.

- Yeah.
- Feels like... sign.

You know what, uh, Sam,

do we still have the number
of the guy who helped us

get rid of the pigeons?

Murph. Yeah, sure,
I'll give him a call.

No!

Actually, let me think.
Do I still have it?

'Tis obvious
what has happened.

Hours after
Flower sucked off,

her favorite animal
appear in barn.

It is just as Jay predicted.

Owl not sign.

Owl is Flower.

Flower is Owl!

Jay, we might have
another problem.

Reincarnation!

Okay, so it's kind of
a good news-bad news situation.

The good news is that

Thor really took

your thoughts on
reincarnation to heart.

Look like Flower
little hungry.

Maybe you slay mouse
to feed her?

Uh-huh. The bad news is,

Thor thinks that that owl

is Flower.

He thinks that
his girlfriend reincarnated

into an owl?

- A-A fully grown adult owl?
- And he's demanding

that we don't move
- or in any way disturb it.
- Sam,

Mark's guys are on the clock.

They rented a bunch of
heavy construction equipment,

and we're losing money
every hour that we don't move

that owl.
Samantha, please focus.

You have mice to slaughter.

Do you think Flower the Owl
would want mice

or maybe
like a vegetarian option?

Is excellent question.

Sam, have Jay prepare both.

Do you actually think
that that's Flower?

No, but I don't want Thor
to stop dating an owl.

It's just that Thor is in

an extremely delicate place
right now.

Flower, I love you!

You! I love you!

She seem confused.

Classic Flower.

And I just don't think we should
rush the grieving process.

May-Maybe if we delayed
construction by like a week...

Okay. I'm calling it.

We can't always put
the ghost stuff

before the people stuff.

So I'm sorry, Thor,

but we got to relocate
the owl upstate.

You move Flower,
I burn down barn.

Like how I burn down gazebo.

Now Thor's saying
if we relocate Flower,

he's gonna burn down the barn.

Well, that's got to be a bluff.

Oh, come on.

Is just a taste.

Okay, let me just sum up here.

A thousand-year-old Viking
thinks that

his dead hippie girlfriend
is now a bird,

and if I move it
to achieve my lifelong dream,

he's gonna burn down
my restaurant.

- That's well summarized.
- Mm-hmm.

If it helps,
you've given Thor hope.

It doesn't.

Fix this, Sam.

I'm gonna go beg Mark
to let me ride the excavator,

'cause I really need
a win today.

Flower hungry.
Chop-chop.

It mean "move quickly"
but also describe action

you make when you
decapitate mouse.

This is bad.

Intolerable.

Why is that one just standing
in front of the television?

You there, hello?

- She likes the glow.
- Hey, could you scooch?

Dirk only has
one cheek on the couch.

It's kind of nice.

It's creating
a breeze down Main Street.

Nope.
Okay!

While it's been nice,

all of us
being here together,

I think it's time
for some of us to return

to the dank pit
from whence we came.

You heard her. Scram!

Sorry, but we're
Pete's invited guests.

Yeah, he wants us up here.

And it would be rude to leave.

- Yeah.
- Peter!

Why are we in the basement?

Because, thanks to you,
this is the one room

in the house
that isn't teeming

with potato sack-wearing
hobgoblins.

Peter, you must
tell them to go.

One of them asked me
to scratch their back sores.

I didn't know what to say.
I did it. I panicked.

What if they're still
up there once enough time

has passed for it to be
appropriate to proceed

with an engagement party?
And, follow-up,

how-how-how long do
we think that is?

Okay, I admit this hasn't been
a Club Med vacation

for me either.

More like Sandals, no comment.

My fingers still smell weird.

I can't just tell them
to come back downstairs.

They'll be mad at me.

Well, if you don't,
then we'll be mad at you.

Criminy,
this is one dill of a pickle.

Pete.
Oh, my...

Here's the deal.

They got to go.

Wait, what? You, you don't
want them up there either?

What are you doing down here?

Upstairs used to be the place
I could take a break.

My respite from those weirdos.

But now I have no sanctuary.

See? Even it can't stand them.
It's turning on its own.

Look, Pete,

no matter what you do,

you're gonna
piss someone off.

But if you piss me off,
I'm gonna spit

cholera juice in your mouth
while you sleep.

Well, that's a horrifying
and clarifying threat.

Okay.

I'll talk to them.

Hey.

I just saw the bird removal guy
driving away.

Did you take care
of it already?

Yep, the barn is now owl-free.

Best wife ever.

And-and Thor's okay?

He's not crushed
that the Flowl's gone?

I'm combining
"Flower" and "owl."

- Kind of clever.
- Eh, I give it a "B."

Can you just back up?

No, uh, Thor seems to be
in pretty good spirits.

Did they take it upstate?

A little more local than that.

Well, babe,
we don't want it to come back.

How-how local are we talking?

Pretty local.

- What did Sam do this time?
- Oh, man.

- Jay is not happy.
- Stop it.

You don't know them.
They're ours.

Well, tried to feed the Flowl.

Turns out it does
not like soy mice.

Obviously.

Soy wreaks havoc on birds'

sensitive endocrine systems.

Oh, my God, Jay,
are you okay?

No, I'm not okay, Sam.

I was attacked in my own home
by a tiny dinosaur

and now I have to take
very specific antibiotics.

We're checking out
and we'd like a full refund.

Oh, gosh.

Was there some sort of problem?

Was it the heating?

Because I-I know that
there can be a bit of a draft.

No, it was
the large bird of prey

living in the room next to us.

Well, our website does promise

an immersive experience
with the local fauna.

An immersive experience
with the local fauna

is how I got cholera.
We're sorry, ma'am.

And-and we're gonna take
care of the owl problem

and we are going to double

your Woodstone
Rewards Points.

Forget it, we're leaving.

Oh, I know that look.

No, you don't.

Okay, babe, this is
getting kind of crazy.

I mean, this cannot go on.

Well, I-I'm sorry, you can't
just snap your fingers

and expect somebody to move on
when they've just

lost one
of their best friends.

Whoa, I thought this
is what you wanted.

You've always said your mission
is to help them move on.

It is what I want,
but that doesn't mean it's easy.

Babe, you don't really think

that that owl is Flower, do you?

No.

But I get
why Thor wants it to be.

Aw, babe. It's great

you want to help
Thor, but I think

what he really needs
is help moving on.

- We're here for you.
- Go away.

Hello, everyone. Um...

I-I-I just wanted
to say that I am, um,

so happy you all took me up on
my invitation to come upstairs.

Quit dithering
and banish the monsters.

And, um...

it has been great having you.

Okay, uh,
here's the deal, you guys.

We kind of got a lot
going on right now.

Um, Sam and Jay are fighting.

There's a gosh darn owl
in the house.

Not to mention we just lost
our dear friend Flower.

She was the, the hippie one
with the glasses?

It doesn't matter,
the point is...

We knew Flower.

You did?

Yeah, she visited us
all the time.

At first, we mainly bonded over
communal living and open wounds,

but then...
we became friends.

She was one of the kindest
people I've ever met.

She never treated
us different.

She was a good one,
and we'll miss her very much.

Yeah.

So what did you want
to tell us, Pete?

Ah, cheese and crackers,
this is gonna be hard.

What Pete wanted
to say was...

...we're having
a memorial for Flower.

And we'd like
to invite you all to join us.

Because you...

are people.

Okay, that doesn't
get me sucked off?!

That was growth.

Hey, Thor. Got a minute?

He's, uh, sitting
over by the cage.

Oh.

Uh, hey, Thor.

I know yours
was a brutal culture

that didn't care
about the suffering of others.

Thank you.

But I know you loved Flower.

Now, I didn't know her as
well as you did. I mean,

she got me high once, and I was
told that she watched basketball

near me on occasion, but from
everything I've heard about her,

she seems
like a real free spirit.

So...

if this owl
really is Flower,

then don't you think
that we owe it to her

to let her spirit be free?

Jay's right. I mean...

Flower was the happiest
person I know.

And look at her.
Does she look happy to you?

No, she does not.

I think we both know
what we got to do, big guy.

Jay, what are you doing?

I'm patting his shoulder supportively.

Right?

Well, you would have been,
but he stood up a while ago

and now you're just
sort of slapping his ass.

Thor not mind.

Thor appreciate gesture.

Whatever.
We're bonding.

Is that a mug shot?

Oh, it was
the only photo of Flower

I could find on the Internet.

She was high, apparently,

and naked and tried to join

the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.

Ah, that's our girl.

Excuse me, everyone.
Clink, clink. Um...

if Flower taught us anything,
it was to celebrate

life's happy moments.

She would not want this
to be a somber affair.

In fact, she might
even want it to be

a combined
memorial/engagement party.

Isaac, sit your ass down.
We'll do your thing next week.

We'll take it.

It's actually
my birthday next week.

Oh, come on.

Flower was one of the most
patient people I ever knew.

I mean, she would
just sit and listen for hours

as I talked
about everything from

fly-fishing
and traveler's checks

to orienteering
and international ATM fees.

And I think
for most of those hours,

she was aware
of what was going on.

Our girl was strong-willed,

single-minded
in her focus.

She knew she was never
gonna catch that butterfly,

but, man,

did she never stop chasing it.

Well, I've only been here
a short time,

compared to all of you,

and maybe loss
still hits me harder

because I've had
less of it.

But I have had some.

And I've lived long enough
to know to cherish

the special people
who come into your life.

Because before you know it,
they're gone.

After a millennium
trapped in this world,

Thor not expect
much to change.

But then I meet Flower,
and was like...

first light after months of...

sunless winters.

She taught Thor

things he hadn't learned

in a thousand years

and positions unseen

in a thousand orgies.

That's... sweet.

I will miss her...

...forever.

Goodbye, Flower.

So, are they just upstairs
all the time now,

the creepy basement ghosts?

You just whispered that directly
into one of their ears,

but, yes, I think so.

What did you just say, Pete?!

What?
I didn't say anything.

You still wish it was

just a basement ghost
that got sucked off?

What? No!

I thought we were past this.

What the hell?

That's very rude.

Yes, I heard it, too.

And on this day
of coming together. Shame,

Peter, shame.

Did you learn
nothing today?

All right, everyone.

Let's get out of here.

Back to the basement we go.

All right. Aw.

Let's get out of here.

They're treating
us like trash.

And we're not trash.

Right?

They are gonna curse

your name
for the next 100 years, Pete,

but I had to do something.

I'll see you guys

for Bodices and Barons tonight?

It's a clever little thing.

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