You've been going through a hard time for a while now
and we both know it's not getting better.
I said I was sorry about the thing at school.
Something's wrong with the dragons. They're dying.
I've seen you in herelooking for something.
There's another page in the house.
Mulgarath wants Spiderwick's page on dragons.
They release a poison.
And that's why people are going all beddy-bye.
Come on, Emiko. Wake up, please.
If the entire townis sleeping...
Henson becomes prime for eating.
This is war, Jare-bear. You can't trust anyone.
Jared has Spiderwick'sdragon page.
If I can get it, we'll know what they really eat
and how to keep them alive.
I can't do this without you.
He's manipulating you, Simon.
-What?! -All of you.
You never believe me. Not now.
Not in Brooklyn when the whole world told me
I was messed up.
Because I thought you deserved it.
Why would you lie about being cast in a play
instead of this horror movie?
Because I needed an excuse
not to go to Michigan.
It's just a hilt.
This is some kind of distraction.
All of you are against me.
We all want to help you.
Prove me wrong.
Let it go!
Jared, what did you do?
He's the monster!
Mom, you have to believe me.
This is all for the best.
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■Everything, everything, everything, everything ■
■Everything, thing ■
■Everything, everything, everything, everything ■
■Everything is awful ■
■Oh, everything, everything, everything ■
Jared, come on.
■Everything, everything, everything ■
■Everything, everything is awful ■
■Everything is awful ■
Where's the dragon page, Jared?
■Everything is ■
■What's that crashing sound ■
■Follows us around? ■
■That's the soundof all things good breaking ■
■Put your fears to rest ■
■You know it's for the best ■
- ■As a choir of angels sings ■ -■ La, la, la, la, la, la... ■
Where is the dragon page, Jared?
■Everything, everything, everything, thing ■
■Everything, everything is awful ■
■Everything is awful ■
Where is the dragon page, Jared?
■I know you've worked so hardto hoist your own petard ■
■Must be so nice,the point caught in your side ■
■Lay down your heavy head ■
■It's safer hid in bed ■
- ■And let those voices ring ■ -■ La, la, la, la, la, la... ■
■Hey ■
■Everything, everything, everything, everything ■
■Everything, thing ■
■Everything, everything, everything, everything ■
■Everything is awful... ■
Jared!
■Everything is ■
Jared!
■La, la, la, la... ■
■La, la, la, la awful. ■
Mom.
You can't leave me here with this monster.
Oh, Jared.
Please let me come home.
This is for the best.
Itching is a sign of healing.
Like you care.
I'm not trying to torture you.
You can leave anytime you want.
You know that, right?
You just gotta give me
a little information, that's all.
I'm not giving you the dragon page.
This dragon is dying.
And every day, I ask you about
Spiderwick's research on dragons,
and every day you give me nothing.
So let's try something different.
Spiderwick's ogre page was destroyed.
I saw it burn.
You're in the lore now, Jared.
Don't believe everything you see.
Calliope cast some kind of spell.
That's my smart kid.
I'm not your kid.
You could be.
I'm gonna win you over, but how are you gonna
open yourself up to me
if I don't open myself up to you?
This page reveals everything you need to know about ogres,
according to Arthur Spiderwick.
I can't translate fairy, like Simon.
Allow me.
"Ogres are vain, vile,
"manipulative shapeshifters.
"Vulnerable to iron and flattery,
"they can be slain with a compliment
"or a stroke of the vorpal sword through the heart.
"However, the best weapon
"against this devil
is that he cannot lie."
So how do I know you're not lying now?
I swear...
I swear I will not hurt your friends.
It ain't the pants that get set on fire.
Spiderwick reduced me to a handful of adjectives.
Manipulative, vile, vain.
I want to tell you...
...my real story.
I got this out of storage especially for you.
Pull up a seat.
A puppet show?
I'm not a child.
I am 1,023 years old.
To me, you're nothing more than a zygote.
Now, unlike you, an ogre isn't born.
An ogre is summoned.
Now, I'm telling you this story so you can see
that I am not the villain.
The real threat to this world is people.
Throughout history, there's never been
a day on Earth without some war raging
over land or ideology or religion.
The body count, immeasurable.
Humans are jealous, violent murderers.
That is when I stir and grow and become.
Feeding off the rotting flesh of human carnage,
I am born from their massacres.
I am Earth's retribution,
but they call me the antagonist
of every fable and rhyme. And why?
■La, la, la, la, la, la, la ■
■La, la, la, la, la, la, la. ■ -
- Because I'm hungry. -
But the Big Bad Wolf wouldn't fool anyone
wearing grandma's dressing gown.
So I hunt quietly amongst you,
moving from my woods into your town.
Replacing you. Becoming one of you.
William the fishmonger.
Etienne the magistrate.
Dorian the psychiatrist.
He's my favorite.
These masks are not lies.
They're roles I play to punish the real villains:
humans.
Curiously, when someone goes missing,
or their bones are unearthed after a rain,
they never blame me.
No, no, they point their fingers
at the outsiders.
The mob loathes anything different.
Skin, beliefs, appetites.
You tolerate intolerance.
I eat people to live.
But humans devour their own
to feed their need to feel superior.
And look what it has done to your world.
I've observed humans for a millennium,
and it is always the same.
War, racism, persecution, extermination
over and over and over and over
and over again.
So, you see, Jared,
even though my form may be grotesque,
I am not the monster.
This is theField Guide to Jared Grace.
A little longer than my one ogre page,
but the words are similar.
Your therapists called you vindictive, destructive,
hostile, dangerous.
We're nothing alike.
Tell me about this.
It's just a dumb comic I drew.
A dumb comic that got you expelled.
Yeah, everyone's a critic.
Well, the chiaroscuro is brave,
but your cross-hatching lacks technique.
They didn't kick me out of school
because I drew outside the lines.
That's precisely why they kicked you out
of the Barrett Academy.
You weren't being a good little boy,
and your history teacher, Mr. Soren,
saw this as a threat.
Isn't that you punching some teacher in the face
yelling "Kyyyyaah"?
The administration called the police.
There are statements from your teachers.
They called you difficult, destructive...
a loner.
The only one who stood up for you was Simon.
Liar.
I believe we've already established that I'm not.
"My brother would never hurt anyone.
"If you want to know what the drawing means,
just ask him."
Nobody ever bothered to ask,
did they?
Because they're right about me.
Just like Spiderwick's right about you.
So vain.
That's why you fell in love with my mom.
Because she gave you a compliment.
That's also why I know you'll never hurt her.
I don't recall saying I wouldn't hurt your family.
I only lied about not hurting your friends.
-Where's Emiko? -I don't know.
What'd you do to her? -Let's go back to your room.
-Where is she? -Let's go--
Where is she? Bruce! -Let's go back to your room. Let's go.
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Lucinda.
Your manchineel tea recipe.
Jared.
Lucinda?
Jared.
Jared, over here.
Emiko?
Oh, my crap, you're awake.
What's wrong?
Jared, I'm scared.
They said they're keeping me here for observation,
but Dr. Brauer keeps asking me about a dragon page.
What'd you say? -Nothing, of course.
I gave him serious side-eye.
It was withering.
Either the antidote I gave you finally worked,
or Mulgarath put you in the room next to mine
- just to torture me. -Makes sense.
He keeps looking at me like I'm a fingerling potato.
I think I found Lucinda's invisibility potion.
I'll get us out of here,
and then we can use the dragon page...
No. Shh! Mulgarath might be listening,
or he's gonna try to get it out of me
if I know anything.
He's vicious. He locked you up in here
for no reason whatsoever.
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I won't let him hurt you. Promise.
I am not going to let that ogre win.
Okay, let's try this again.
Where's the dragon page, Jared?
I understand you. I really do.
And I can give you what you want.
Giant-Size X-Men #1?
I can make your family love you.
They do. Unconditionally.
Well...
...the problem is, there are so many conditions
on unconditional love.
I don't think I can do this.
Did you write the letter?
My hands are sweating.
Just read the words. Everything's gonna be okay.
Dr. Brauer asked us all to write you a letter
to express our feelings.
Mom, don't. He's manipulating you.
You have to get me out of here.
Let me just read this thing here.
I can't believe you actually came, Dad.
Son...
-"Jared... -"Dear Jared...
"When you first went to preschool,
"I was so nervous.
"Mallory practically potty-trained herself,
"but you and Simon were different.
He was clingy, and you were a concave dish of fun."
That's what your preschool teacher called you.
"But then, when kids didn't want to play your games,
"you wouldn't compromise.
"Concave to convex.
That beautiful smile turned into a sad scowl."
"I wanted to trust you.
"More than anything in the world, I wanted to trust,
"but I can't, because you're a thief.
"Not just stealing gum, but thunder.
"You take away everyone's attention.
"Mom and Dad had to focus on putting out
all the fires you set."
"I know they think genetics are a thing and all
"with your Aunt Lucinda, but there's nature
"and there's nurture, and your nurture wasn't five-star.
You needed a dad. You had me."
"I did everything I could to help, taking you to
"behavioral specialists and occupational therapists
and art therapists..."
"So while they dragged you to all of your therapists,
I was alone."
"And then you went and drew that comic book,
and got yourself kicked out of school."
"And I know that I'm the older sister,
"and I'm supposed to be above this...
but I'm not."
Look, I mean, I tried to be like the other dads.
Like, I couldn't pull that off. You know?
Yeah. You remember what you said
when I tried to give you a bedtime?
"I'm a kid, too.
"I'm a kid, and I never got to be.
Because you wouldn't let me be."
"You... you know, you made me realize
that I'm not cut out to be a dad."
"Moving halfway across the country,
"we're still repeating the same pattern,
"and I don't know what else to do.
I feel... lost."
"For a second, at the goblin market,
"I thought there was a chance for us.
"But then you messed it all up.
Again."
"My mom gave up on Lucinda,
"and I want you to know I will never give up on you.
"I don't care how long it takes or-or how hard it is,
"I will be there for you until we figure this out
and find a solution, no matter what."
Did you see Emiko?
She's awake.
We need to get her out of here,
or Mulgarath is gonna eat her.
Did you hear me?
All you had to do was say sorry.
Hatcher, wait.
That's probably enough for today, huh?
So much for the unconditional love of family, right?
You know, if you really wanted to hurt me,
you would have brought Simon.
I asked.
He refused to come.
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Rough day?
The worst.
Does the ogre have the dragon page?
No.
Then count the win.
Yesterday, when you said
Mulgarath put me in here for no reason at all?
That's not true.
What happened?
I beat up Hatcher.
Broke his mask.
Broke some of his face, too.
I just saw him.
He looks awful.
Jared, that wasn't Hatcher.
No way Hatcher would come here
and not at least try to see me.
Maybe Mulgarath told him not to.
I have a view of the parking lot.
I'd notice his gran's Volvo.
The letter was in his handwriting.
Well, I'm a catfisherman,
and you are being catfished.
Dr. Brauer probably got your mom
to convince Hatcher and whoever to write actual letters
so he'd know how to fool you.
Think about it, Jared.
Did you ever see Mulgarath standing side-by-side
with anyone?
Yes. Wait, no.
I only saw their shadows.
You mean like puppets?
You're in the lore now, Jared.
Don't believe everything you see.
Shapeshifting.
Are you sure the dragon page is safe at Spiderwick?
The dragon page isn't at Spiderwick.
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Good morning.
I'm guessing we can skip the question
"Where's the dragon page?" Jared, because you're still
convinced I am the monster in this story.
You eat people.
Well, you don't hold a grudge against a bear, a shark
or a wolf, do you?
I know not to engage them in conversation.
Your great grandfather didn't.
Arthur Spiderwick was not the man you think he is.
He, like all humans,
is the true villain.
Arthur followed me into the fairy tale.
He heard the Meskwaki's myth about the Wendigo,
the beast with the insatiable need to consume.
He was surprised to find such a refined gentleman.
We became fast friends,
and he invited me into his home
for company and conversation.
He even introduced me to his young daughter, Lucinda.
He insisted I keep my true form.
He didn't care that I tracked my muddy feet
into his home.
He seemed kind.
He didn't judge my appetites.
He plied me with tea and compliments.
He shared his brother's tragic fate
from the troll under the Claire River Bridge.
He yearned to know more
about the other invisible creatures.
So I told him everything.
I told him about the sprites
and the nixies and the pixies.
We discussed goblins and hobgoblins
and hags and gargoyles...
...and griffins.
I introduced him to gnomes and fauns and sods.
Who do you think filmed all of those home movies
in your attic?
It's a perfect elf circle.
Cortinarius violaceus.
The violet webcap.
In the Faroe Islands, they tell tale
that if you step in the circle,
you'll be cursed to dance until you die of exhaustion.
The most common lore is, the circle is the only way
to enter the hidden pasturagesof the elves.
I hope the curses aren't true.
Spiderwick used me.
He used us all.
He just wanted the book
so he could control magical creatures
and take revenge for his brother's death.
No, he was a good man.
Thimbletack told me. The brownie was their friend.
The boggart was their servant.
He loved them.
That makes it even sadder.
Spiderwick isn't the bad guy.
Why do you think he disappeared?
Huh?
You know how many creatures that the Field Guide angered?
I warned him not to write it.
I wanted to help him!
I want to help you.
You're passionate, loyal.
You're an incredibly talented artist!
Compliments are your weakness, not mine.
Hmm.
All right, tell me about the art therapist.
Dr. Fierson?
- You saw him when you were ten? - Twelve.
So, what, he, uh, told you to write out your feelings?
Is that what you were doing here with your comic
to deal with your rage
towards Mr. Soren, your history teacher?
Is that what this is?
Screw you.
Come on, Jared! I told you my story.
What's the harm in telling me yours?
Mr. Soren, my history teacher, he-he always gave me crap
because I was the problem kid.
Not-so-subtle racism.
He asked me how I could afford my shoes.
He accused me of stealing his left AirPod,
and didn't apologize when he found it in his own pocket.
He quoted MLK to justify his own privilege.
A history teacher.
I drew that comic book during his class
to express my feelings, and I still got expelled.
- So you wanted to hit him? - Yeah.
Like you hit Hatcher.
-Yes. -Ah.
I don't believe you.
That is not a drawing of Mr. Soren.
That's my fist in his face.
Jared, there is no face!
You're plenty good at drawing faces.
If you wanted to draw Mr. Soren,
you would have.
I think you're keeping it a secret.
You don't want anyone to know who you're actually mad at.
I was mad at Mr. Soren.
- No, you're not. That's not Mr. - Soren. -Yes, it is.
- Just tell me the truth, Jared. - I-I am.
Who is that supposed to be? You don't have to lie anymore.
- I'm not. -Look, take a look at it and tell me
- who is in that drawing. -Leave me alone.
Whose face didn't you want to draw?
Whose face is this supposed to be? -Shut up.
Who is it that you actually wanted to hurt, Jared?
I said shut up!
Myself.
I wanted to hurt myself.
That's very brave.
You're not a real psychiatrist.
You're just wearing the cardigan.
If I have to stay in Meskwaki to keep you
from getting the dragon page, like Lucinda did,
that is exactly what I'll do.
Where's the dragon page, Jared?
Nice way to say "Hello."
Is this how you see me now?
Can't help if it's the truth, hmm?
I'm trying to save you.
I guess half-truths aren't whole lies.
What is that supposed to mean?
You told me not to believe everything I see.
Mom, Dad, Mallory, Hatcher.
Now Simon.
All puppets in the show.
All of you... actually Mulgarath.
Jared...
it's me.
Nice touch,
but not convincing.
Holding the drawing? Dead giveaway.
This was a huge mistake. I shouldn't have come here.
Good. Then go.
I figured you out.
I win.
I don't need Simon anymore.
Jared, don't say that, please.
Everyone always says Simon's so nice,
so kind...
so smart.
Everyone...
loves... Simon.
Everyone hates me.
But I'm right not to trust anybody else.
I translated the pages.
I woke up Emiko.
I'm the hero!
Jared. Jared, Emiko is still asleep.
No. No, you're lying.
You're lying, and you'll pay in pain.
Where's... where's the fire?
Where's the stupid fire?!
This is another trick.
You-you must be Calliope, then, casting some kind of spell.
And the seeing stone would reveal that.
I have a soft spot for rescues.
Like Lemondrop and Jeffrey.
I always took your side, Jared.
I mean, maybe because nobody else would,
or maybe because I'm your brother.
Maybe I was naive.
You need help.
You always did, and I see that now.
And I'm so sorry that I didn't see it before.
So what'd you think of my puppet show?
-Hmm? -You.
You were Emiko.
You were everyone.
Everyone except Simon.
I had to do something to get you to give up the dragon page.
But you lied.
Well, is a magician lying when he performs an illusion?
I'm just an actor reading the lines
that your own family provided.
But a performer is only as good
as his audience, and you were phenomenal.
Fantastic energy. I was really feeling the connection there.
You had no ideait was all a show.
You know, itching is a sign of healing.
You told me everything I needed to know.
The dragon page isn't at Spiderwick.
I'm a 1,023 years old.
You never really had a chance.
You only ever rely on yourself.
-Yourself. -Yourself. -Yourself.
But I'm right not to trust anybody else.
And that is your greatest flaw.
You tried so hard to stop me
from getting the Field Guide.
You failed, Jared.
A spectacular failure.
Huh.
What's this?
The dragon page.
Ah.
We're eating tonight.
Whoa. Whoa.
The hell are you doing?
I live here.
And I'm still your brother.
Debatable.
Is Thimbletack around,
or is he gonna glue my butt cheeks together?
He's invisible.
He's scared of you.
I'm scared of you, too.
You know what we do to traitors, Mallory?
We shove 'em down dumbwaiters.
Maybe I should.
Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I know that you have no reason to trust me...
...but I have a cure for the sleeping sickness.
Maybe it's a way for us to end all of this madness.
I'm not the traitor you think I am.
I had a great day with Jared.
Excellent progress.
Hmm.
Deserves a celebration.
I'm at the market.
I could get some wine and see you back at your place?
Get a zin, something with teeth.
The spare key isunder the planter
if you get there before me.
Okay. See you soon.
This is crazy.
Calliope?
Hello?
Anyone here?
Hmm.
Come on, come on, Come on, come on.
Hello, Helen.
All the operators are sleeping.
Jared was right.
This whole time!
Hey, let's talk about this over dinner and a zin.
You have no idea how persuasive I can be.
■Do you see it too? ■
■I don't know what to do ■
■Call me on the telephone ■
■Because I'm feeling all alone ■
■So where do you want to go? ■
■We can hit the road ■
■We canhit the road ■
■We'll find the sun out there ■
■No need to run out there ■
■Another fire, I'm not afraid ■
■To see new worlds come off the page ■
■I'm not a hero but I can see ■
■There's something specialin you and me ■
■There's something magic in the sky ■
■And no one gets it like you do ■
■There's something magic in your eyes ■
■And no one gets me like you do ■
■Ooh ■
■Ooh-ooh ■
■There's something magic in the sky ■
■There's something magic in your eyes ■
■There's something magic in the sky ■
■And no one gets it like you do ■
■There's something magic in your eyes ■
■And no one gets me like you do. ■
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