Halfworlds (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Ah!
Oh...
Hi.
Hi.
Metal.
Oh.
Oh...
Mm.
Mm.
Hassan:
The gods made the Demit
in a fire mountain.
But the same mountain
which gave birth to them...
bore the seeds
of their destruction.
For only a blade forged
from the sacred mountain
can kill a Demit.
And many were fashioned
for this dark purpose.
As the Gods left life
and death in their wake,
they also left them hope.
The Gods promised the Demit
they would return
with a Gift,
and it should be given
to the most worthy
of them all.
The chosen one had to bring
the three sacred symbols
to the altar.
And the Gods would let
their favorite children know
when the time of the Gift
was at hand.
Hey, you're not working.
Have you seen my folio?
You sure you
didn't leave it
at Coki's or maybe
at the Moth?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I didn't.
You'll find it.
Well, I have to.
It's kind of important,
especially now.
You can always
draw them again.
Such a cool artist.
I can't. It doesn't
work that way.
Well...
which drawing
do you need?
The one with the Palasik.
Oh, you mean the one
with woman's head
with her insides
hanging out?
You know,
it's not funny.
Of course not.
Do you have any
books on them?
Palasik?
No...
There's this thing
called the Internet...
You know I don't have
a computer.
What's with
this obsession?
You don't understand.
Well, then,
make me understand.
I really don't get it.
Why is this so important?
I don't have time.
Man:
Who are you?
Who-- Who are you?
I'm a friend of Eddie's.
Eddie is dead.
I know he's dead.
You didn't answer
my question.
I'm a cop.
It's not like in the movies.
We don't flash our badges.
I'm here to get
my sketches back.
What sketches?
I gave Eddie-- lent Eddie--
some of my sketches,
and now I want them back.
What's your problem
with cops?
You can find a thick file
on me in your station,
I'm sure of it.
But you got nothing
on me now.
I'm clean.
So, if you're done
interrogating me,
I'm out of here.
Wait.
Now...
you wouldn't be breaking into
a crime scene...
in the name of...
art.
Now, what's the proof
that these are yours?
What's that?
It's nothing.
They're just drawings.
What do you want?
I want you
to do me a favor.
What?
Have a little faith
in people.
Here.
I'm gonna need your address.
I don't have an address.
Come on, I won't tell
your parents.
I don't have parents either.
Man:
It's kinda hot in here.
I'm Tony.
Is that your best line?
I'm sorry.
I guess I'm the shy type.
A vodka martini, please,
and whatever the lady
would like.
Vodka martini
with a lemon twist.
Yeah. Thank you.
Wh-- what's your name?
You can call me Ros.
And you don't
have to try so hard
to impress me.
And you are beautiful.
That's corny.
Sorry, excuse me.
That was mine.
It's okay.
Another one, please. Yeah.
I was speaking to her. Hello?
Tony:
Hello, sorry.
Oh, wow...
You have a good heart.
What?
Your heart,
it's got a strong beat.
Hmm.
Fucking weird.
Don't spill it.
Whoa!
Shit!
Easy.
Babe, I always
come through here.
Next time, call my name,
or scream,
or just say something.
What's up?
Coki:
Something's wrong.
A friend got killed.
What?
Eddie.
He used to give me food
all the time.
Oh... God.
I'm so sorry.
Sarah...
Don't want to sound
like a dick, here,
but this guy is literally
all over your floor.
Who is he?
No one, and I'm being
completely honest with you.
Please just throw them
away for me.
Now why would I
want to do that?
I love you...
so it kills me to see you
sad like this.
I'm not sad anymore.
Liar.
Oh, Detective.
This isn't a very
fancy place for a date.
Really?
Still too fancy for you?
You carry on like that,
your next date will be
the cemetery.
What do you want, Marni?
What the fuck?
This symbol hasn't been
seen in 300 years.
Just in time.
And you need to collect
all three to receive the Gift?
You know a bit too much
for a gabal, don't you?
Why don't you just
draw them yourself,
make your own parchments?
It's the greatest taboo
for our kind.
If any of us dare
to recreate it,
he or she
will be killed anyway.
Well, Firad's dead.
So I heard.
So who's going to
receive the Gift?
I don't know that yet.
But it's going to be
very interesting, isn't it?
Juragan,
I'd like to meet him.
You know,
he doesn't like your kind
sullying his workspace.
I'm sure you understand.
Well, as you've probably
guessed, our kind
are beginning to doubt
whether your boss can keep
things in order at all.
He's a far cry from what
his ancestors used to be.
But that's an easy fix.
What he needs now are allies,
and I'm sure he'd be
very upset to hear that...
you were getting
in the way of that.
I'm going to need this.
That's why
I came to you...
All right.
Detective.
Fuck off, Marni.
"Happy Resting Place."
Are you sure this is it?
Sure I'm sure.
Knock, knock!
Well, well, well.
See? I'm happy already.
He left for this?
He likes living
with the dead.
Ros:
Ah!
Tony!
Ah. Hassan.
Ros:
It's been far too long.
How long has it been, Tony?
It's been years.
Hassan...
you're really forgetting
something, aren't you?
We're fast.
Tell me...
what do you like most
about humans?
They know they will die.
We know we will die too.
I mean, the Demit blades,
they always do the trick.
You made plenty of them
back in the day.
What do you want?
The elders, of course.
Like you used to be.
Where are they meeting?
He'll kill me if I tell you.
Who will?
Juragan.
Juragan?
He'll send her.
Is that what you fear?
That something might happen
to your mortal lady?
Tony:
You know your eye
won't grow back.
Tell us where the lair is.
Ah!
Ouch.
Juragan:
You know,
the lobster is a very
strange creature.
Do you know why?
Untuk Juragan.
Lobsters grow by molting.
You understand?
Gusti:
No I don't understand, sir.
I don't watch documentaries.
Juragan:
Hm.
Too busy keeping
our streets safe?
Lobsters grow by molting,
or shedding their shells.
After they lose their shells,
they grow a new,
harder shell.
Now...
imagine the pain...
of losing your skin.
I've got something
to show you, sir.
Show me.
I'm sure you can
recognize it.
So this is the lost symbol.
Hm.
Good work.
Where's the Demit
who is supposed to receive
the Gift?
Firad?
He's dead, sir.
Who killed him?
I'm still trying
to figure it out.
Uh, probably some Demit
who's trying to...
receive the Gift?
Why not give it to one
of the Demit you trust?
You need allies.
I don't think
I should buy them out.
That's insulting.
I'm sorry sir.
That's not what I meant.
You believe that,
don't you? That I'm...
still in charge
of keeping order here.
Yes, I do believe in that, sir.
We live in a half-world,
where demons live among us,
and for many generations,
it has been my family's duty
to keep this world in balance.
Yes, sir.
Good.
You're a good man,
Detective.
You can go.
Oh and, uh...
don't forget to watch
those documentaries.
They are rather refreshing.
And, um, there's--
there's another thing, sir.
There's a girl
who may know too much.
About?
About the others.
Her parents
got killed by Nadia
and now she's
snooping around.
Should I
take care of her, sir?
No.
Aren't we supposed to keep
the half-world a secret?
What should I do
about her, sir?
Well...
you are a policeman,
Detective.
"To serve and to protect."
Keep an eye on the girl.
Marlon, shithead.
Oh!
Jeez!
Wh-- Don't do that!
Sorry!
Wait, is that my folio?
Yeah.
Wh-- where did you find this?
Was it at the Moth
or was it at your place?
Dude, this area
is so creepy.
You think we can go
somewhere?
There's something
I have to tell you.
It's about...
the Palasik.
Pinung:
The first recorded history
of the Palasik
is actually pretty recent.
Maybe about 300 years ago.
Sarah:
That's not recent.
Pinung:
Dude, it is, compared to the
other creatures from legends.
The origins of the Palasik
were tied to reports
of fetuses being stolen
while they're still
in their mother's stomach.
Sarah:
Stolen, how?
Pinung:
Palasiks suck them out.
Thanks.
Okay, if these things
really do exist,
how come no one's
ever seen them?
Because they don't
look like that.
They look like us.
Whoa, what the hell
just happened?
Ah!
Holy shit!
Sarah:
Do something!
Pinung:
Like what?
Ah!
Help!
Ahh!
It... it...
it's you.
Oh...
Hi.
Hi.
Metal.
Oh.
Oh...
Mm.
Mm.
Hassan:
The gods made the Demit
in a fire mountain.
But the same mountain
which gave birth to them...
bore the seeds
of their destruction.
For only a blade forged
from the sacred mountain
can kill a Demit.
And many were fashioned
for this dark purpose.
As the Gods left life
and death in their wake,
they also left them hope.
The Gods promised the Demit
they would return
with a Gift,
and it should be given
to the most worthy
of them all.
The chosen one had to bring
the three sacred symbols
to the altar.
And the Gods would let
their favorite children know
when the time of the Gift
was at hand.
Hey, you're not working.
Have you seen my folio?
You sure you
didn't leave it
at Coki's or maybe
at the Moth?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure
I didn't.
You'll find it.
Well, I have to.
It's kind of important,
especially now.
You can always
draw them again.
Such a cool artist.
I can't. It doesn't
work that way.
Well...
which drawing
do you need?
The one with the Palasik.
Oh, you mean the one
with woman's head
with her insides
hanging out?
You know,
it's not funny.
Of course not.
Do you have any
books on them?
Palasik?
No...
There's this thing
called the Internet...
You know I don't have
a computer.
What's with
this obsession?
You don't understand.
Well, then,
make me understand.
I really don't get it.
Why is this so important?
I don't have time.
Man:
Who are you?
Who-- Who are you?
I'm a friend of Eddie's.
Eddie is dead.
I know he's dead.
You didn't answer
my question.
I'm a cop.
It's not like in the movies.
We don't flash our badges.
I'm here to get
my sketches back.
What sketches?
I gave Eddie-- lent Eddie--
some of my sketches,
and now I want them back.
What's your problem
with cops?
You can find a thick file
on me in your station,
I'm sure of it.
But you got nothing
on me now.
I'm clean.
So, if you're done
interrogating me,
I'm out of here.
Wait.
Now...
you wouldn't be breaking into
a crime scene...
in the name of...
art.
Now, what's the proof
that these are yours?
What's that?
It's nothing.
They're just drawings.
What do you want?
I want you
to do me a favor.
What?
Have a little faith
in people.
Here.
I'm gonna need your address.
I don't have an address.
Come on, I won't tell
your parents.
I don't have parents either.
Man:
It's kinda hot in here.
I'm Tony.
Is that your best line?
I'm sorry.
I guess I'm the shy type.
A vodka martini, please,
and whatever the lady
would like.
Vodka martini
with a lemon twist.
Yeah. Thank you.
Wh-- what's your name?
You can call me Ros.
And you don't
have to try so hard
to impress me.
And you are beautiful.
That's corny.
Sorry, excuse me.
That was mine.
It's okay.
Another one, please. Yeah.
I was speaking to her. Hello?
Tony:
Hello, sorry.
Oh, wow...
You have a good heart.
What?
Your heart,
it's got a strong beat.
Hmm.
Fucking weird.
Don't spill it.
Whoa!
Shit!
Easy.
Babe, I always
come through here.
Next time, call my name,
or scream,
or just say something.
What's up?
Coki:
Something's wrong.
A friend got killed.
What?
Eddie.
He used to give me food
all the time.
Oh... God.
I'm so sorry.
Sarah...
Don't want to sound
like a dick, here,
but this guy is literally
all over your floor.
Who is he?
No one, and I'm being
completely honest with you.
Please just throw them
away for me.
Now why would I
want to do that?
I love you...
so it kills me to see you
sad like this.
I'm not sad anymore.
Liar.
Oh, Detective.
This isn't a very
fancy place for a date.
Really?
Still too fancy for you?
You carry on like that,
your next date will be
the cemetery.
What do you want, Marni?
What the fuck?
This symbol hasn't been
seen in 300 years.
Just in time.
And you need to collect
all three to receive the Gift?
You know a bit too much
for a gabal, don't you?
Why don't you just
draw them yourself,
make your own parchments?
It's the greatest taboo
for our kind.
If any of us dare
to recreate it,
he or she
will be killed anyway.
Well, Firad's dead.
So I heard.
So who's going to
receive the Gift?
I don't know that yet.
But it's going to be
very interesting, isn't it?
Juragan,
I'd like to meet him.
You know,
he doesn't like your kind
sullying his workspace.
I'm sure you understand.
Well, as you've probably
guessed, our kind
are beginning to doubt
whether your boss can keep
things in order at all.
He's a far cry from what
his ancestors used to be.
But that's an easy fix.
What he needs now are allies,
and I'm sure he'd be
very upset to hear that...
you were getting
in the way of that.
I'm going to need this.
That's why
I came to you...
All right.
Detective.
Fuck off, Marni.
"Happy Resting Place."
Are you sure this is it?
Sure I'm sure.
Knock, knock!
Well, well, well.
See? I'm happy already.
He left for this?
He likes living
with the dead.
Ros:
Ah!
Tony!
Ah. Hassan.
Ros:
It's been far too long.
How long has it been, Tony?
It's been years.
Hassan...
you're really forgetting
something, aren't you?
We're fast.
Tell me...
what do you like most
about humans?
They know they will die.
We know we will die too.
I mean, the Demit blades,
they always do the trick.
You made plenty of them
back in the day.
What do you want?
The elders, of course.
Like you used to be.
Where are they meeting?
He'll kill me if I tell you.
Who will?
Juragan.
Juragan?
He'll send her.
Is that what you fear?
That something might happen
to your mortal lady?
Tony:
You know your eye
won't grow back.
Tell us where the lair is.
Ah!
Ouch.
Juragan:
You know,
the lobster is a very
strange creature.
Do you know why?
Untuk Juragan.
Lobsters grow by molting.
You understand?
Gusti:
No I don't understand, sir.
I don't watch documentaries.
Juragan:
Hm.
Too busy keeping
our streets safe?
Lobsters grow by molting,
or shedding their shells.
After they lose their shells,
they grow a new,
harder shell.
Now...
imagine the pain...
of losing your skin.
I've got something
to show you, sir.
Show me.
I'm sure you can
recognize it.
So this is the lost symbol.
Hm.
Good work.
Where's the Demit
who is supposed to receive
the Gift?
Firad?
He's dead, sir.
Who killed him?
I'm still trying
to figure it out.
Uh, probably some Demit
who's trying to...
receive the Gift?
Why not give it to one
of the Demit you trust?
You need allies.
I don't think
I should buy them out.
That's insulting.
I'm sorry sir.
That's not what I meant.
You believe that,
don't you? That I'm...
still in charge
of keeping order here.
Yes, I do believe in that, sir.
We live in a half-world,
where demons live among us,
and for many generations,
it has been my family's duty
to keep this world in balance.
Yes, sir.
Good.
You're a good man,
Detective.
You can go.
Oh and, uh...
don't forget to watch
those documentaries.
They are rather refreshing.
And, um, there's--
there's another thing, sir.
There's a girl
who may know too much.
About?
About the others.
Her parents
got killed by Nadia
and now she's
snooping around.
Should I
take care of her, sir?
No.
Aren't we supposed to keep
the half-world a secret?
What should I do
about her, sir?
Well...
you are a policeman,
Detective.
"To serve and to protect."
Keep an eye on the girl.
Marlon, shithead.
Oh!
Jeez!
Wh-- Don't do that!
Sorry!
Wait, is that my folio?
Yeah.
Wh-- where did you find this?
Was it at the Moth
or was it at your place?
Dude, this area
is so creepy.
You think we can go
somewhere?
There's something
I have to tell you.
It's about...
the Palasik.
Pinung:
The first recorded history
of the Palasik
is actually pretty recent.
Maybe about 300 years ago.
Sarah:
That's not recent.
Pinung:
Dude, it is, compared to the
other creatures from legends.
The origins of the Palasik
were tied to reports
of fetuses being stolen
while they're still
in their mother's stomach.
Sarah:
Stolen, how?
Pinung:
Palasiks suck them out.
Thanks.
Okay, if these things
really do exist,
how come no one's
ever seen them?
Because they don't
look like that.
They look like us.
Whoa, what the hell
just happened?
Ah!
Holy shit!
Sarah:
Do something!
Pinung:
Like what?
Ah!
Help!
Ahh!
It... it...
it's you.