All language subtitles for Hysteria - 1x04 - Dance Macabre.WEB.SuccessfulCrab.en

Okay, so,
Ryan disappears.

Dies of an asthma attack.

Then, his heart is yanked out,

and somehow ends up in
a puddle on my favorite rug.

Who goes through all that just
to throw the damn thing away?

Someone who got
what they needed?

It's a heart, not a Dixie Cup.

That mark on the deer...

You know what it's used for?

Summoning demons.

Yeah.

I read something like that.

But you're not buying
any of it.

Can you take that
to the coroner, please?

Police department.

Ryan Hudson
was kidnapped by two men in a white van.

One of them works
at the body shop on Fourth.

- Okay. Whoa, hold on. Hold on.
- He has a mustache.

He has a scar on his left hand,
and, um, he has, um--

Hey, it's okay.

Take a deep breath.

Good.

Who am I speaking with?

- Can I remain anonymous?
- Yeah, of course.

You mentioned two men.

Can you describe the second one?

No.

I didn't get a good look at him.
He...

He wore this mask
the whole time.

Miss, how do you know
these details

about Ryan's kidnapping?

Because I was taken with him.

* I want your rough house
maybe *

* And I want this
right in your ear *

* You let me feel your danger *

What do you know about Crowley?

Like the Ozzy Osbourne song?

You're cute.

Aleister Crowley?

The Satanic black magician?

I've been reading
his work lately.

You wanna know
what he says about sex?

Tell me.

That it's the most
ancient rite of all.

To harness your sexuality

is to transcend.

What do you think?

Do you wanna transcend with me?

Not now.

I was thinking...

after Homecoming.

Homecoming?

Well, I didn't want
to pressure you, but, yeah.

I was kinda hoping you'd ask.

You want to go
to the dance with me?

Like, as a couple... officially?

Hoping you'd ask
about that, too.

I'm sorry.
I'm just new to all of this.

It shows.

Um...

Do you want to go
to the dance with me?

Hmm.

Well, I have this rule,

where I only go to Homecoming
with my boyfriend.

Will you be my girlfriend?

You need to break up
with Judith.

She's a Satanic Yoko, dude.

I resent the implication
that a woman is responsible

for a man's bad choices.
That being said,

Dylan is absolutely
our John Lennon.

How did you guys know
I was with Judith?

Because your lips is all puffy

and you smell like a cologne ad
in the back of Rolling Stone.

Okay. That-that's fair.

But, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna
dump her. She's our biggest fan.

Judith Sanders, the most
popular girl in school,

does not care about some shitty
high school metal band.

- Easy!
Yo!

She cares about living
out her Satanic fantasy,

and you're her teenybopper
Anton LaVey.

Judith is poison, man, face it.

How could you say that
after everything she's done for us?

Like the cat that
she almost had you kill?

Or the cult she coerced you
into forming, that everything?

You didn't have a problem
with it

when you were spitting blood
all over Tonya's face.

- I had my reasons.
Look, this cult stuff

was a means to an end, anyway.

And that end
is a face-melting demo

that will launch us for real,
so...

you don't have to break up
with Yoko--

But you do have to end the cult.

And I suspect once you show
your true colors, so will she.

You're wrong about her.

We'll see about that.

-

Hey, hon.
Sorry I'm late.

I was going--

- It's fine. You eaten?
- Is everything okay?

Of course. Why wouldn't it be?

Because you're acting
like Dylan

when he found that
box of magazines in the woods.

What do you got there?
Playgirl? Viva?

What?

I know.
I know what you're thinking.

It's silly to start reading
about spirits and demons,

but, honey, the fact is,
I am not the only person in town

who is seeing things.
So, you can call me crazy, I--

Picked it up on my way home.

I know you've been dealing
with some stuff

that I don't always understand.

So, I thought
maybe you and I could do

some research together.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Mmm.
- I gotcha.

Listen, I have got to get
something to eat.

Then let's get started, okay?

- Yeah, that sounds great.
- All right.

Have a good day now.

Mommy...

I don't want people to hate me.
Please, don't tell anyone.

Abigail, did you hear me?

I asked if you could watch Max
this afternoon.

Yes, of course.

Something on your mind?

No.

The suspect board
is coming together.

Should've seen it before
I fixed the copier.

It was just this.

- Great work, Olsen.
- Thanks.

We're trying, Chief.

His boss said he took the week
off, and his neighbors haven't seen him around.

- What about the search warrant?
- Judge Felson denied it.

Said there wasn't enough
probable cause.

I get a tip that says
he kidnapped Ryan,

and right when we come calling,
Mr. Ten-Pound

Criminal Record vanishes.

How is that not probable cause?

Not without more information
about the tipper.

Besides, he's been
clean as a whistle for years.

Any luck finding that girl?

No. There's not
a missing persons report

within 100 miles
that fits her profile.

So, we're following a tip
from an unverifiable source

about a suspect who we know
next to nothing about.

Look, you might be right,
but until we follow it through,

this is the best
we have to work with.

Chief, it's kinda hard
to get onboard

when the evidence is leaning...

- really hard another way.
- Oh?

Yeah. Cute.

When there's this much smoke...

it usually means there's a fire.

Afternoon, Chief.
Heard you were looking for me.

Good morning, dear.

I'm sorry, I don't have
any breakfast ready.

I've been cleaning all morning.

We are having
a visitor tomorrow.

You know Perdita Shipley,

the reporter from the Gazette?

She's doing a feature on me.

I'm gonna need your help.
There's plenty to do before then.

Tomorrow's the dance.

Faith, honey, you've never
wanted to go to a dance before.

I do now. I haven't had
a chance to pretend things

are even remotely normal
in weeks.

But this is important. Think
about how many people our cause

- can reach.
- Your cause, not mine.

I'm sorry, but the answer is no.

There'll be plenty more dances.

Have you heard any more
from Officer Hartman?

About Ryan?

I, uh, haven't been able
to reach him.

How strange.

Oh! Maybe that's him now.

I'll leave you to it.

- Whitehead residence.
- Good morning, Firefly.

Is everything okay?

That is a question, I'm afraid,

that only you are qualified
to answer.

This morning,
our associate, Robert,

walked through the front door
of the police station,

and introduced himself
to the chief of police.

What was he thinking?

Why on Earth would he do
something so stupid?

Because I told him to.

I gave him an airtight alibi.

Last Wednesday,

your daughter paid a visit
to Robert's workplace.

No, she would never do that.

She did do that.

And the next day, the police
paid a visit of their own,

and have been turning over
every rock in town ever since.

It was in our best interest
to get Robert before them

sooner rather than later

so no bad ideas had time
to calcify.

I trust him
to get us through this,

as I trusted you.

Reverend, please, forgive me.

I will, if you play your part.

If she knew
where to find Robert,

odds are, she knows
more than she's letting on.

That's encouraging.

Encouraging?

She made an anonymous tip,

and she left your name
out of it.

She is upset, she's confused,

but she's still
your little girl.

She's protecting you.

Find out what she knows,
so I can protect you, too.

Yes.

I will, Reverend.

Thank you.

Faith, honey?

I thought you'd left.

I forgot my bag.

I have
a surprise for you.

What, you formed a second cult?

But this time,
it's all homeschool kids,

- so they'll never cross paths.
- Oh, clever.

You guys can give me shit
the whole ride or you could have

- your faces melted off.
- Huh?

- I did some tracking last night.
- Oh!

Okay. Got you, got you.
"Tracking."

May I present to you...

"The Demo of Deth."

Behold.

* Burn in hell
and die by the sword *

* Circle pit, full attack,
full stop, here we go! *

* Now pray for my forgiveness *

* But hey *

* Let's go! *

* Circle pit, full attack,
full stop, here we go! *

* Sacrifice or sin *

Cool.

Yeah, let's go!

No way.

I don't get it.
Why one, three, and four?

- Where's chicken number two?
- That's what everyone will ask

once they find
all three of them.

Goat Girl's an evil genius!

Homecoming tickets, last chance!

I'd like to buy one, please.

Did Mommy finally let you
off the leash for the weekend?

No. I got loose.

Very weird.

- Who are you going with?
- No one.

You're going to the dance alone?

- Yeah.
- Well, tickets are one for ten,

two for 15, so,
anyone you wanna ask?

I'll make copies tonight.

Dylan can finalize the artwork,

and we'll be good to go
by Homecoming.

What's this about the dance?

You say "dance." I say...

demo release party.

We-we got a few bucks
in the band fund.

Grease some palms and
the whole school'll be there.

- Could move some serious units.
- Homecoming's not our scene.

- Pass.
- "Not our scene"?

What does that
even mean anymore?

Guys, Cliff's new best friend
is best friends with a goat.

The a cappella kids
and the theater geeks

are legitimately cool now.

We did that.

Cliques are reforming under us.

Don't you guys
think that's awesome?

How'd your talk with Judith go?

Jordy, I-I haven't had it yet.

There's a chicken up there.

So, a fishing trip, huh?

Where to?

Up north, Brevort.

Ah, the UP, beautiful.

My buddies and I go up there
for every hunting season.

Oh, yeah?
You tag anything this year?

A couple of six packs, yeah.

I see you recently renewed
your deer license yourself.

Uh, any luck?

No. Haven't had a chance
to use it yet.

Too bad. So, that wouldn't be
how you hurt your hand, then?

No.

Prop rod snapped off a Toyota.

Yeah, the hood nearly
sliced my hand in half.

Yet another reason
to buy American.

Chief, if you wouldn't, uh,
mind getting to the point,

I'd appreciate it.

We got a tip placing you
with Ryan Hudson

the day he disappeared.

Wait, I'm sorry, um...

- Placed me with him where?
- In a white van

with an accomplice.

Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure
in that big file of yours

there's a registration
for my blue sedan.

You never serviced
a white van before?

This is about my past, right?

No, but your record is eclectic.

Uh, shoplifting.

Couple of DUIs.

Assault.

All before 20.

- What changed?
- I found God.

Or...

God found me.

Listen, Bob, you seem
like a decent man.

So, I'm just gonna ask
one more question.

Where were you June 14th, 1988?

It's okay. I'll remind you.

You were running a red light
on Roberts Avenue.

Oh, never did pay that ticket.

Don't tell your friends,
but in a town this small,

we don't have the manpower
to track down

- every delinquent payment.
- All right. Hold on a second.

But when one walks through
the front door, well, hey,

that's fair game.
So, I'm placing you under arrest

for failure to pay
a police citation.

Wait, seriously?

Unless you have more to share

about the disappearance
of Ryan Hudson.

Suit yourself.

Bail's gonna be set
in the next 48 hours.

In the meantime,

any questions?

Have you guys
fucked yet?

That's not really something
I want to talk about in public.

Right, that would be devastating
for your reputation,

hooking up
with the hottest girl in school.

Hey, so, um, you and Judith
are, like, pretty close, right?

Yeah.

Does she ever talk about me?

Oh, yeah.
She won't shut up about you.

Really? What does she say?

You really want to know?

Look, man,
all Judith ever talks about...

Yeah?

...is how bad
she wants your hog, man.

- Forget I asked.
- Okay, look, look.

I'm sorry.

Really, she likes you.

Like, "likes you" likes you.

You're a rare breed.

Like the bad boy of good guys.

Or the good guy of bad boys.

Either way, she's all in.
All in.

But you don't think
it's just because of the cult, right?

Campbell. Nelson.

That's enough chit-chat.

Everything okay
with you and your dad?

Yeah, he's just pissed
I quit the team.

Wait, seriously? Why?

I found something better.
Which reminds me,

found a dozen new recruits
from the football team

ready to go.

- Um--
- You two! Ten laps, let's go.

Uh... Cliff,
the-the whole point of a cult

is that it's supposed
to be secret.

If word got out, the band
wouldn't be able to play again

- for the rest of our lives.
- So?

Nobody's in it for the band.

Not me. Not Judith. No one.

We're in it
to raise some hell, man.

Hey, I'm so glad I caught you.

I have this surprise in mind for
Dylan. I wanted to run it by--

Well, fuck you, then.

You wanna try that
one more time?

Sure. Fuck you.

At least I have the courtesy
to say it out loud.

Okay.

Fuck you.

Great.
Now that we've cleared the air,

do you want to tell me
why you actually hate me?

Or is it just
the obvious love triangle?

- You're not my type.
- I didn't mean me.

- Neither is he.
- So?

What is it then?

You're just a tourist.

A tourist.

Me, Spud, and Dylan,
we actually live like this

on the outside of things.

Before we found each other,
it was hell.

This?

This is armor.

For you, it's another vacation.
The second you get bored with Dylan,

you can go back
to playing beer pong

with the date rapists
of tomorrow, but we actually live here.

So, you've had your fun,
and you've seen the sights.

If you wouldn't mind,
can you just fuck off?

Just because you've made misery
your whole identity

doesn't mean you've earned
the right to darkness

more than the rest of us.

I deserve the chance
to explore my dark side, too.

Everyone does.

This whole look
you're so proud of?

It isn't armor, Jordy.

It's a cage.

Chief?
The holding cell is ready.

Good.
Any word on those sources?

His boss confirmed he was
on the schedule

the night of the kidnapping.

What about the bait and tackle
shop up in Brevort? Anything?

They said he sounded familiar.

Chief, if you don't mind
me asking,

what makes you so sure
it was him?

Honestly?

Fear.

Rogue criminal
on the edge of town,

I know how to move past that.

If we can prove he's our guy,
we can get back to normal.

And if we can't prove it?

That's what I'm afraid of.

If it is what it looks like,
if some Satanic death cult

is spreading through our town,
brainwashing our teenagers...

there's no coming back
from that.

But if you did find out
there was a cult,

where would you even start?

I'd have no choice but to pursue
every member as a suspect.

Hey, Jordy!
I have something for you.

If this is another pamphlet
from your mom,

I swear to Cthulhu...

Why does this ticket to
Homecoming have my name on it?

I want you to come with me,

and I figured you'd never buy
a ticket for yourself, so...

What do you think?

I think I'm tired of everyone
trying to drag me by my ears

- to this dance.
- I'm not dragging you anywhere.

I'm inviting you
to come with me.

Why?

Because I've been a bad friend.

You deserve better,

and I hope you think
I deserve a second chance

to show you that I mean it.

I don't care what my mom
thinks anymore.

Okay. Prove it.

- Faith, honey, dinner's ready.
- You hungry?

Starving.

- Hey, Mom.
- How goes it, Trace?

- Excuse me?
- Ooh, this looks so delicious.

Mmm! Oops, sorry! I forgot.

You guys usually thank Jesus for
your food or whatever, right?

- Yeah.
- Mmm!

Good shit, J.C.!
It's really creamy.

Blasphemer!

Leave my home, now.

I'll meet you upstairs, Jordy.

No, you most certainly will not.

Yes, she will...

Firefly.

I'll be in your room.

- Where have you been?
- Dress shopping for the dance.

No, I told you,
you're not going.

That's not up to you anymore.

What all do you know, Faith?

Why, what ever do you mean,
Mother?

I know you're confused,
baby girl.

And I know that you have
a lot of questions

that I will answer,
all in due time.

But right now, I need you
to understand two things.

First, I love you.

More than anything in this life.

And second,
you are playing with fire.

There are dangerous people
out there.

So I need you to tell me
what you think you know

so I can protect you.

You think I need you
to protect me?

Can you really not see that
it's the other way around?

- Where'd you say you got this?
- Meijer.

Really? What aisle?

Toys and games.

If you think this is silly,
we don't have to do it. - It's not silly. I'm sorry.

Let's talk to some spirits.

Okay, so, according to the book,

certain symbols,
when used in a ritual, can...

can summon demons.

Um, so, it's symbols like--

The ones our son
carved into his hand.

You think Dylan's responsible?

He made a blood sacrifice
in the name of Satan,

and that night,
something attacked me. -

I don't think
it's a coincidence.

Okay, well, what do you want
to ask it?

I want to know its name.

And I want to know
what it wants from me.

And what do you need from me?

You just clear your mind, and
let the board do the talking.

Spirit, we would like
to speak with you.

Are you here with us tonight?

"No."

That doesn't make any sense.

If it's not here,
how can it answer "no"?

Okay.

- Do it again.
- Okay. Spirit, we mean you no harm,

but you are in our home.

Please identify yourself.

"B"...

"L"...

- "A." You're moving that.
- No. No, no, no.

"N-K"...

Blank... blank.

"E"...

"T"...

"Blanket."

- Gene, are you cold?
- A little bit.

If you're not gonna take this
seriously, then why-- - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I... Let's...

Sorry. Let's go again.

Fine. Okay.

Spirit...

why have you chosen our family?

Why have you chosen me?

What're you guys doing?

Is that a Ouija board?

Any chance you've heard of
a demon called "Blan-Ket"?

What?

- Gene...
- Worth a shot.

It's really late, sweetie.
What have you been doing?

I had to get my tux
for tomorrow.

Your tux?

Are you going to the dance?

- With who?
- My girlfriend.

We're doing pictures together
at her house tomorrow

- if you wanna meet everybody.
- That would be lovely.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Girlfriend?

- Did you know?
- No!

Hey, this-this was fun.

Candles were a nice touch, babe.

I'm leaving.

- You look beautiful.
- Thanks.

Don't wait up for me.

I want to fix this.

When you get home tonight,
I want to have an honest conversation.

Give me a chance to make
things right again.

- No more secrets?
- No more secrets.

I promise.

Okay.

Hello, Whitehead residence.

Tracy,
it's my daughter.

I don't know who else to call.

Abigail?

So, um, is this girl, um...

Shoot, what do they
call them on MTV, a...

head-banger, you know, with
tattoos, piercings, all that?

Dad, please don't be
this dorky in front of her.

I just want to know
what to expect, is all.

If I'm gonna meet a girl
with a bone through her nose,

I need a heads-up, okay?
That way I'm not so--

Surprised?

Oh, your hair
is just beautiful, Judith.

- You think so?
- Yes!

I wanted to get it cut by you,
but I didn't want to spoil

our introduction.
Your hair is always so pretty.

Oh, thank you so much.
You are so sweet.

You know what, I always have
an open chair for you.

- Thank you.
- These kids your friends, too?

- Kinda.
- Campbell, picture, now!

We'd better go.
It was nice meeting you!

Yeah.

At last, the Campbells! Hi!

Cassie, Judith's mom.

Yes, of course.

And Judith is such a charmer.

Gets her in and out of trouble.

Oh, but I just have to say
you did an incredible job with Dylan.

I mean, he is such a pleasure
to be around.

Well, it was mostly her.

It usually is,
isn't it?

Anyway, I'm pouring drinks
at the bar later

for all the parents
with empty houses tonight.

I would love for you to join.

Um...

- Yes. Yes, we would love it!
- Yeah?

- Great. Of course.
- Thank you.

I'll see you tonight, and
enjoy! Have some deviled eggs.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- She's nice.
- She seems nice.

Hey.

- You made it!
- Of course I did, Jude.

Oh, thank you.

I think you've met my date.

Dylan.

Judith, come here! We're gonna
do a girls-only photo. Come on.

Be nice.

This, uh,
this been going on long?

No, just a couple weeks.

So far, so good.

How's that hand you carved up?

It-it's good.
It's healing up really nice.

And the girl you did it for?

If I find out

that you've gotten
my granddaughter

involved in any
kind of trouble...

Tread lightly, Dylan.

Yes, sir.

Dylan! We're doing couples now.
Come on.

* Make me believe
that you're coming back... *

They really went all out.
It's so...

- Tacky.
- Beautiful.

What's first?

Guys, why aren't we
out there dancing?

That's not really what we do.

But, Jordy, it's a dance.

That's not what
the cool kids do.

Since when are you
the cool kids?

Hey, hey! We-we prefer
to hang in the back.

Get drunk.

Make fun of these assholes.

Yes, we do.

Oh, hey, look.

Here come a few of 'em now.

* Only in my dreams *

* As real as it may seem *

* It was only in my dreams *

Are you okay?

Um, yeah, I just--

Your grandpa kind of
got in my head back there.

I'm sorry. He does that.

But don't worry about him.

- He's a teddy bear.
- Yeah.

Besides...

I need those nerves of yours
to be calm for later.

What does that mean?
What's later?

Wouldn't you like to know.

- Um, yeah, I actually would.
- Hey!

Ooh!
Somebody's in trouble tonight!

Wait, what does that mean?

* Won't you stop teasing me? *

* Stop abusing my heart *

* You know you're wanting me *

* Stop abusing my heart *

Thank you, Jordy.

Oh, don't thank me.
Thank the whiskey.

No. For coming with me.

Whatever. It's not a big deal.

It is for me.

Accept my gratitude!

I guess it was
a good excuse to

step out of my cage
for one night.

* 'Cause making love to you
might drive me crazy *

* I know you think that love
is the way you make it *

* I don't wanna be there
when you decide to break it *

Hey, um, question.

Would you have actually
let me kill that cat?

- What cat?
- You know the one.

Baby...

Of course I would have.

I have to go check on something.

* It's no surprise
Love bites *

* Love bleeds *

- Did you give the DJ our tape?
- Yes. I gave him the tape.

I also gave him the remainder
of our band fund,

and I gave him a lifetime pass
to all our shows,

yet he still hasn't
come through.

- Seriously? How much was that?
- Approximately ten dollars.

Oh.

Dethkrunch,
Dethkrunch!

Dethkrunch!
Dethkrunch!

- What is this?
- I'm sorry, Chief.

There's no going back
to normal.

I tried to warn you.

They're not a band.
They're a cult.

So, what do you think?
Have you, uh,

- thought about having any more?
- Hmm...

Yeah, I'm not driving. Sure.

Kids, Gene.
Having any more kids.

No, I mean, we did try
for years before Dylan.

But every doctor we saw

said it just wasn't
in the picture for us.

So... we prayed.

- And we prayed.
- Did a little more than praying, actually.

Then, one day,
it just sort of happened.

Yeah. He was our, uh,
little miracle baby.

Mm-hmm. I know.

Dylan, we're ready for you.

Um, there's actually something
I wanted to talk to you about.

- Not now. Come on.
- Uh--

Seriously, I really wanna talk
to you about this.

Um, what's that?

You're just gonna leave this on.

And I'll tell you when.

Judith?

"When."

What is this?

What we talked about.

Let's transcend.

Wait, wait, wait, Judith.
I have to tell you something.

I don't know how to do
any of the sex magic stuff.

I've never done it before.
I don't know how to...

It's okay. We do.

It's all about manifesting
desires through our bodies.

Think about what you want
more than anything else.

Can you visualize it for me?

Yep. Shouldn't be too hard.

Good.

We'll take care of the rest.

Wait.
Why do you keep saying "we"?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Cliff?

In absentia lucis,
tenebrae vincunt.

In absentia lucis,
tenebrae vincunt.

What's going on?

Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni.

Vexilla regis
prodeunt inferni.

Judith?

Volenti non fit injuria.

Volenti non fit injuria.

Ave Satana.

Ave Satana.

Ave Satana.

- Ave Satana.
- Judith.

Ave Satana.

- Judith.
- Ave Satana.

- Ave Satana.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I don't know if I can do this
with all of them watching.

There is no them.

No you.

No me.

There is us.

And only us.

* Like ice, one look *

Will you give yourself to us,
Dylan?

* My pain, your thrill *

* I wanna love you
but I'd better not touch *

* I wanna hold you
but my senses tell me to stop *

* I wanna kiss you
but I want it too much *

* I wanna taste you but
your lips are venomous poison *

* Yeah *

* Well I don't wanna
break these chains *

* Poison *

Judith?

What the hell is going on here?

So, how we feeling?

- About what?
- You know what.

Our son, the necromancer.

It sounds silly when you say it
out loud like that, doesn't it?

I'll say. I mean,
did you see his cheeks,

how red they got
in front of Judith?

Huh?

Now, you tell me. Could a girl
make the Antichrist blush?

- Gene, stop! It's not funny.
- She's so pretty.

Many people take it
really serious. I can't... - Who cares?

- You're so--
- Um, that was my dad.

- Is everything okay?
- What is it?

There was an incident
at the dance.

What kind of incident?

He said it was a ritual.

What does that mean?

Well, Dylan and Judith
and other kids,

um... ...they were
in the bomb shelter naked.

- What?
- In the middle of a pentagram.

Excuse me.

- Linda.
- No.

It's okay. It's okay.

There's-there's no such thing--

It's fine.

It's fine.

- Linda, are you okay?
- Help. Help me.

What's going on
in there?

Help! It's inside...

It's inside me. Help.

Linda!

Mom?

Mom!

Hi, Tracy.
This is Perdita Shipley

from The Gazette.

It's about eight o'clock
on Saturday night.

I stopped by this evening
for our interview,

but you weren't home.

When you get a chance,
can you give me a call

and we can reschedule.
Thanks.

Hi, Faith.

We need to talk.