[man on record] During extreme weather conditions,
a climber must possess the wisdom to determine...
-[bell rings] -...when evacuation is inevitable.
-[footsteps approaching] -A controlled alpine descent
begins with the girding of one's loins
and the anchoring of the climbing rope to one's enemy,
the mountain.
The Dülfersitz rappel is the preferred method for descent
when rope is the only available tool,
but must be regarded as a last resort.
Begin by looping the rope...
Sit.
[man] A screen anchor must be used
if the rope is to be successfully retrieved
from the face of the mountain.
Tightly knot the ends of the rope.
Once anchored, thread the doubled rope through the legs, front to back,
and around the buttocks.
It is of utmost importance
that the rope be drawn under the gluteal muscles,
not through the crevice between the gluteus.
-Proceed by holding the rope diagonally... -[clangs]
Number Five?
I have a question.
Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules.
No talking during mealtimes.
You are interrupting Herr Carlson.
-[record continues playing] -[clatters]
-I want to time travel. -[Reginald] No.
But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said.
See?
A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel.
One is like sliding along the ice,
the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water
and reappearing as an acorn.
Well, I don't get it.
Hence the reason you're not ready.
-I'm not afraid. -Fear isn't the issue.
The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind,
are far too unpredictable.
Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore.
Number Five!
You haven't been excused!
-Come back here! -[door opens, closes]
["Run Boy Run" playing]
♪ Run, boy, run! The sun will be guiding you ♪
♪ Run, boy, run ♪
-[grunts] -♪ They’re dying to stop you ♪
♪ Run, boy, run... ♪
[Five scoffs] Not ready, my ass.
♪ Run, boy, run ♪
-[grunts] -♪ Break out from society ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Tomorrow is another day ♪
♪ And you won't have to hide away ♪
♪ You'll be a man, boy ♪
♪ But for now, it's time to run It's time to run ♪
[panting]
♪ Run, boy, run! This ride is a journey to... ♪
Vanya!
♪ Run, boy, run... ♪
Ben!
Dad!
♪ Run, boy, run! This race is a prophecy... ♪
Anyone!
♪ Run, boy, run! And disappear in the trees... ♪
[whooshing and creaking]
Come on!
Shit.
[Five] I survived on scraps.
Canned food, cockroaches,
anything I could find. [chuckles]
You know that rumor that Twinkies have an endless shelf life?
Well, it's total bullshit.
-I can't even imagine. -You do whatever it takes to survive,
or you die.
So we adapted.
Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to overcome it.
We?
You got anything stronger?
You think I'm crazy.
No. [stammers] It's just...
it's a lot to take in.
Exactly what don't you understand?
-Why didn't you just time travel back? -[scoffs, sighs]
Gee, wish I'd thought of that.
Time travel is a crapshoot.
I went into the ice and never acorn-ed.
You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family?
If you grew old there, you know, in the apocalypse,
how come you still look like a kid?
[scoffs] I told you already.
[sighs] I must have got the equations wrong.
-I mean, Dad always used to say that... -[drink pouring]
...time travel could mess up your mind.
Well, maybe that's what's happening?
This was a mistake. You're too young...
-too naive to understand. -No. Five... Five, wait.
I haven't seen you in a long time, and I don't want to lose you again.
That's all.
And you know what, it's getting late, and...
I have lessons early, and I need to sleep, and I'm sure you do, too.
Here.
We'll talk in the morning again. Okay? I promise.
Night.
[pills rattle]
[sighs]
Reservation for Hazel and Cha-Cha.
[sighs]
[receptionist] Here you go. Room 225.
What about the other room?
Uh... Only one room was booked.
Dammit. I'm sick of this cost-cutting bullshit.
Just tell me there's two beds.
Yes, ma'am.
Real firm.
Now, how long do you think you'll be staying with us?
Just the one night. I believe there's a package waiting for us.
[Cha-Cha grunts]
-Okay. Have a good night. -[door closes]
[lock beeps, opens]
[blade clicks]
[switch clicking]
[Cha-Cha] Go ahead. Say it.
What?
No point keeping it bottled up, or it'll just give you heartburn,
and I gotta listen to you complain about that, too.
Smells like cat piss.
First they cut our per diem, and then our dental, and...
now we don't even get our own rooms. Where does it end?
-[Cha-Cha] When we retire... or die. -[clicks]
Whatever comes first. But at least we're not stuck in some cubicle.
Damn wrist is killing me.
Couldn't have made this into a backpack or something?
What are you doing?
It's not like we're gonna use it while we're doing the job, anyway.
It's against protocol. We gotta have it with us at all times.
[Hazel sighs] A rule written by a bureaucrat
who never had to carry one. [scoffs]
They can shove their protocol up their asses.
Let them try lugging around the damn thing.
[coin clatters]
[whirring and vibrating]
[Cha-Cha] Never been after one of our own before.
They say what happened to the first guys?
-[Hazel, voice shaking] Liquidated. -[Cha-Cha] Dummy local hires.
You get what you pay for.
Okay, now, where's our guy?
[machine whirring and beeping]
[police sirens wailing in distance]
[policeman] Call dispatch. We're going to need two more units.
-[device beeping] -[sirens continue wailing]
[policeman 2] Coming up to South Side right now.
[indistinct chatter]
This is a once in a blue moon type of situation, I'd say.
[sighs] I'm inclined to agree.
[woman] Same gun on every vic, all M4s.
All the casings are .223s.
Know what I think?
-I think these idiots all shot each other. -[chuckles softly]
And stabbed.
One in the throat,
one in the eye,
and this guy got his neck snapped.
All quick and efficient kills.
These guys were definitely professionals. Dumb, but professionals.
-[helicopter blades whirring] -Any witnesses?
[sighs] Yes.
One.
It happened during her shift.
[woman] Well, that's lousy luck.
Ma'am,
I'm Detective Patch.
Hi, Agnes. Agnes Rofa.
Oh, I don't know, did you want a last name?
I'll take it if you'll give it.
[indistinct chatter]
-[Patch] Did you see what happened here? -[Agnes sighs] No, not exactly.
Let's start at the top.
Well, it was-- it was a slow night. It was quiet.
My last two customers were this... older guy and-- and his kid.
The guy had a dough-- No, that's not right.
The guy had an éclair, and the kid had-- had coffee.
I went-- I went into the back room...
um, to just get some more change.
-But then I heard his truck start up. -[engine starts]
[Agnes] They drove away.
I heard shots.
-[rapid gunfire] -[gasps]
-[coins clatter] -[man grunts]
-[glass shatters] -[men shouting]
[Agnes] And by the time I got back in here...
everyone was...
[sniffles] ...was, you know...
Was there anyone else in the shop?
No, I-- I don't think so.
I'm sorry, not to be rude, 'cause you seem super sweet, but...
[sighs] ...do I have to go through all this again?
Again?
Well, I already told the other detective everything.
What other detective?
Shit. Hang on, let me--
-[buzzes] -[groans]
[Patch] You don't talk to my witnesses, understand?
[Diego] Let me catch you up to speed, Eudora.
Don't call me that!
Right, Detective Patch. What, are we gonna keep things professional?
-I don't know if we ever agreed on much. -We agreed on some things.
Did we really, though?
I'm confiscating this.
Military surplus, practically giving them away.
And this.
No skin, super cheap, bought it on eBay.
That you can keep.
-You used to like that. -Not anymore.
[Diego] By the way, this thing might look like a botched robbery,
but my gut's telling me something else is going on here.
Look, the waitress, she mentioned that Ishmael's Tow Truck guy.
Maybe they saw something.
You're not police, Diego, remember?
Yeah. I know.
Do you?
Because you show up and act like you can be a part of this,
and you can't, not anymore.
I'm good at this.
-You know I can help you. -I know you give me agita.
And I do not need... I do not want your help.
Okay?
[sighs] Lord, you test me.
[indistinct chatter]
[alarm beeping]
-[man groans] -[beeping stops]
-[bangs] -[Luther groans]
[yawns]
Shit.
[sighs]
[floorboards creaking]
-[knocks on door] -[door creaks]
[Luther] Hi.
Hey.
You know, it's funny.
I've had the same routine for the last four years.
Now that I'm back down here, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself.
-I know the feeling. -[chuckles softly]
Well, you must be eager to see Claire, huh?
I didn't think it was possible to miss a person this much.
But I've got some things I need to do before I can see her.
You know, someday I'd really...
love for you to meet her.
Me?
Yeah, you. [chuckles]
-Why not? -Well, does Claire even know about me?
What are you talking about? Of course she knows about you.
I know, it's just that, when you left, it seemed like...
all you wanted to do was forget this place ever existed, so...
This place, yes.
But not you.
When Claire was little, I used to read her books about the moon.
I'd tell her her uncle was living up there.
That he was... protecting us from harm.
-[chuckles] -Really?
I mean, you were... her own personal superhero.
You know, after all this time, I know she would love to meet you.
Uh, Dad's monocle is still missing, so I can't just forget about that.
Dad died because his heart gave out, Luther.
Don't turn his death into a mission.
Is that what you think this is?
I think there's a reason why you never left.
[slurps loudly]
-[crying] No, no... -[woman] Klaus! Klaus!
-[woman 2] Klaus, you... -Please...
[man shouting incoherently]
[woman 3] Klaus...
[man 2] Why, Klaus?
-[man 3] Klaus, help me! -[woman 4 screaming]
[hyperventilating]
You know you talk in your sleep?
Oh... [panting]
-Oh... -There's no point, you're out of drugs.
[Klaus] Shut your piehole, Ben.
Said with love. [kisses]
-[sighs, coughs] -I've got a crazy idea.
Why not try starting your day with...
a glass of orange juice or some eggs?
-Can't smoke eggs. -[lighter clicks]
One of these has gotta be gold-plated, right?
[sniffing]
-[Pogo clears throat] -Christ on a cracker!
Pogo?
My apologies, Master Klaus.
-I have a query for you. -Oh?
[Pogo] Items from your father's office have gone missing.
In particular, an ornate box with pearl inlay.
-Really? -Really?
You don't say.
Any idea where it went?
["Goody Two Shoes" playing]
♪ With the heartbreak open... ♪
-Come on! [grunting] -♪ So much you can't hide... ♪
[laughs]
♪ Put on a little makeup, makeup ♪
♪ Make sure they get your good side Good side ♪
♪ And if the words unspoken ♪
♪ Get stuck in your throat ♪
♪ Send a treasure token, token ♪
♪ Write it on a pound note Pound note... ♪
[speaking indistinctly]
♪ Goody two, goody two Goody, goody two shoes ♪
♪ You don't drink, don't smoke What do you do? ♪
-♪ Subtle innuendos follow ♪ -[grunts]
-[sighs] -♪ There must be something inside ♪
No, no, no. No idea. [sighs]
-Sorry. -Liar.
-Drop dead. -Low blow.
Would you shut up!
-Excuse me? -Pogo, I didn't mean you, I just... I--
You know, there's been a lot of stuff I've been dealing with.
Just a lot of memories coming up. All those good times.
Well, not so much good times
as really awful, terrible, depressing times.
The contents of that box are...
priceless.
Were they to find their way back to the office,
whoever took it would be absolved of any blame or consequences.
Oh, well, lucky bastard.
[clicks tongue] Indeed.
[sighs]
[train rumbling in distance]
Hey, Five.
Oh, shit.
[indistinct chatter]
Uh, can I help you?
I need to know who this belongs to.
-Where did you get that? -What do you care?
I... I found it... at a playground, actually.
Uh, must have just...
[clicks tongue] ...popped out.
I wanna return it to its rightful owner.
Oh... what a thoughtful young man.
Yeah. Look up the name for me, will ya?
Uh, I'm sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential.
-That means I can't tell you-- -Yeah, I know what it means.
But I'll tell you what I can do.
I will take the eye off your hands and return it to the owner.
I'm sure he or she will be very grateful, so if I can just--
Yeah, you're not touching this eye.
Now, you listen here, young man--
-[grunts] -No! You listen to me, asshole.
I've come a long way for this,
through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend,
so just give me the information I need, and I'll be on my merry way.
And if you call me "young man" one more time,
I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall.
Oh, dear.
[softly] Call security.
-Yeah. -[dialing]
[exhales]
-[phone ringing] -[indistinct chatter]
Ballistics came back. Bullets from all our shooters match.
-Round robin. -Yeah, to quote a very smart woman,
"These idiots all shot each other."
Uh, we also got IDs on all the deceased gentlemen.
Not so gentle, as it turns out.
-Criminal records? -[man] All of them. Battery, assault,
a few dishonorable discharges. They're all hotheads. One and all.
-Well, that settles that. -Well, there is just one thing.
Remember the victim that got stabbed in the carotid artery?
Yeah, one of the guys stabbed the other. What's the problem?
[man] Fingerprints on the knife don't match our guys.
But it gets weirder.
It did match an unsolved cold case that came back, circa, get this...
1938.
Tell them to run it again.
We'll pick this up later. [sighs]
Uncuff him.
[handcuffs click]
-Thanks, Rodriguez. -Bye.
So... [sighs]
-Did you talk to the tow truck guy? -Shut up and listen carefully.
The next time you interfere in one of my investigations,
you so much as breathe on one of my witnesses,
or touch a piece of evidence,
I'll charge you with obstruction of justice.
You will do jail time.
That clear?
Damn.
You need to relax, Eudora.
-All this bureaucracy is get-- -Don't call me that.
Look, I know you.
You like playing by the rules,
but you live for putting the scumbags away.
So why don't you put that badge down for one night...
and you come out on the streets with me?
Without all this bullshit.
You're right, that sounds super fun.
But I think you missed some things
when you got yourself thrown out of the police academy, so let me explain.
This bullshit is what gets convictions in a court of law.
What you do out there is a fantasy.
I would love to play cops and robbers, wear a mask, and feel important,
but guess what?
Recess is over.
It's grown-up time.
You're still trying to prove that, when you were kids,
running around in those stupid uniforms, that it wasn't for nothing.
Yeah... I know you, too, Diego.
Now leave, before I change my mind.
[sighs]
-[man] Focus. -[men grunting and panting]
Yeah.
Break. Break.
Move your feet.
Excuse me.
You're looking to box? 'Cause I may need fighters, too.
Oh, no, I'm looking for information on one of the guys that uses your gym.
Diego Hargreeves?
Well, if you see him, you can tell him I'm this far from firing his ass.
He works here?
Eh, he, uh, mops the floor in exchange for the back room.
Okay. Thanks.
Think about the fight game, eh?
You got the build.
Five?
Are you upstairs?
Five?
[sighs] Oh, thank God.
I was worried sick about you.
Sorry I left without saying goodbye.
No, look, I'm the one that should be sorry.
Yeah, I was dismissive, and...
I-- I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying.
-And I still can't, to be honest. -Maybe you were right to be dismissive.
[scoffs] Maybe it wasn't real after all.
It felt real. Well...
like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind.
Then maybe I'm not the right person for you to be talking to.
Look, I used to see someone.
A therapist. I could give you her information.
Thanks, but...
I think I'm just gonna get some rest.
It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep.
Okay. [sighs]
-[items clatter] -That's so...
[gasps]
...touching, all that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow!
-Would you shut up? She'll hear you. -[Klaus] I'm moist.
I told you to put on something professional.
What? This is my nicest outfit.
[sighs] We'll raid the old man's closet.
-[Klaus] As long as I get paid. -[Five] When the job is done.
Okay, but just so we're clear on the finer details,
I just gotta go into this place
and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?
-Yeah. Something like that. -[Klaus] What's our cover story?
What? What are you talking about?
I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and...
-terribly misguided? -Sure.
Your mother, that slut.
Whoever she was. We met at...
the disco. [chuckles] Okay? Remember that.
-[snaps fingers] -Oh, my God, the sex was amazing.
What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.
Don't make me put you in time-out.
[crickets chirping]
[sighs]
-[sirens wailing in distance] -[keys jingle]
-[beeps] -[on recording] Yo, Syd, it's Johnny.
Hey, look, we got a bunch of extra tows down here, down on Empire Avenue.
The whole thing is a disaster.
-Kids arrested. -[footsteps approach]
-Trucks as far as the eye can see. -[grunts, thuds]
[grunting]
You gotta tell me how you did the London job in '66.
Beautiful work. Really.
I swear to Christ, I have no idea what you're talking--
-[machine clicks and hums loudly] -[groans]
[machine clicks and dies down]
[crying] I am just a tow truck driver. I've never even been to London.
Tuna? Delicious. You want half?
I'm fine, thanks.
[groans]
-That's for no mayo. -[sobbing]
Does Number Five seem like he'd be a whimperer to you?
Not from what I heard.
-That seems close enough to me. -Strong resemblance, I'll grant you that,
but... the space between the eyes is different,
the chin is not quite the same. There's a dimple.
There is a dimple.
I am not the guy that you are look--
[machine clicks and hums]
-[machine clicks and dies down] -No talking.
He was the only guy in the doughnut shop, wasn't he?
Was there anyone else in the doughnut shop with you last night, Syd?
I don't know, just the waitress and some kid.
-Some kid? Elaborate. -I-- I don't know. Uh... He was weird.
This isn't twenty questions, old man. Weird how?
[stammers] He said something about coming there when he was young.
-Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -Italian for dinner?
Focus, I'm talking about the kid.
-What about him? -Time travel's a bitch.
Especially without a briefcase.
What if the kid is Number Five?
It's sort of hard to wrap your head around.
You see, I told you, I am not the guy--
-What else did you and the kid talk about? -[Syd] I-- I think that's it.
Oh, wait, wait, wait... [stammers] What are you doing?
-Jump-starting your memory. -[Syd groaning]
-[machine clicks and hums] -[screams]
-[machine clicks and dies down] -All I remember is he wanted directions
to some department store. That’s it, I swear.
Department store? Okay. Elaborate.
[Syd panting]
But I'm leaving for the airport. It's not a big deal if I miss one session.
Patrick, it was my father's funeral. You know, I'm pretty sure
the court recognizes that as extenuating circumstances.
-[footsteps descending stairs] -Is Claire there?
Yes, I would like to say hello to my daughter
if that's all right with you.
No.
[voice breaking] Patrick!
Don't-- [sighs]
Are you okay?
[sighs] Yeah.
Well, I've never met your ex-husband, but...
he sounds like an asshole.
That's one word for it.
You know what? You're probably better off here.
No, I'm probably better off with my daughter.
Of course, um...
I'm sorry. I didn't--
You know, if I wanted advice, Vanya, no offense, it wouldn't be from you.
-What is that supposed to mean? -You don't have a child.
-You've never even been in a relationship. -That's not true.
So you know what it's like to love someone like this?
Like when you're apart from her, you can't breathe?
Like you would-- you would die, and I-- I mean actually...
die...
to know that she's okay and happy.
You separate yourself from everyone and everything.
You always have.
Because Dad made me.
Did Dad make you write that book about us, too?
You're an adult now, Vanya.
You don't get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.
[doctor] Like I said to your son earlier,
any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential.
Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you.
Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name.
Well, that's not my problem.
Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so--
And what about my consent?
-Excuse me? -[Klaus] Who gave you permission...
[crying] ...to lay your hands...
on my son?
-[both] What? -[Klaus] You heard me.
-I didn't touch your son. -[Klaus] Oh, really?
Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, then?
He doesn't have a swollen--
-[Five grunts] -[gasps]
[inhales sharply] I want it. Name, please. Now.
-You're crazy. -[chuckles]
You got no idea.
"Peace on Earth." That's so sweet.
[Klaus groans]
[yells]
God, that hurt!
I'm calling secur-- [grunts]
-What are you doing? -[gasps] There's been an assault...
in Mr. Big's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!
-[receiver clatters] -[sighs]
Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant.
It's... Lance.
[Klaus] In about 60 seconds,
two security guards are gonna burst through that door,
and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood,
and they're gonna wonder, "What the hell happened?"
And we're gonna tell them that you...
[crying] ...beat the shit out of us.
[sobs dramatically, sighs]
You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there.
Little piece of chicken like you.
Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a...
You're just-- You're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying.
Jesus, you are a real sick bastard.
Thank you.
-[spits] -[shard of glass clinks]
-Oh, that's strange. -What?
Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet.
What? What do you mean?
Well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number...
This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet.
Where did you get that eye?
[sighs]
[Five] Well, this is not good.
[Klaus] I was pretty good, though, right? "Yeah. What about my consent, bitch?"
[chuckles]
[Five] Klaus, it doesn't matter.
What? What? What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?
There is someone out there who's going to lose an eye
in the next seven days.
They're gonna bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it.
Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks, like, now, or what?
Your 20 bucks?
[Klaus] Yeah, my 20 bucks.
The apocalypse is coming,
and all you can think about is getting high?
Well, I'm also quite hungry.
Tummy's a-rumblin'. [imitates groaning]
You're useless.
-You're all useless! -[Klaus] Oh, come on.
You need to lighten up, old man.
[sighs]
Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight.
You must be horny as hell! [laughs]
All those years by yourself.
It's gotta screw with your head, being alone.
Well...
I wasn't alone.
Oh?
Pray tell.
Her name was Delores.
We were together for over 30 years.
Thirty years? Oh, wow! [chuckles]
God, the longest I've been with someone was...
I don't know, three weeks.
And that's only because I was so tired of looking for a place to sleep.
He did make the most fantastic osso buco, though. It was...
Five?
-[gasps] -Don't stop. Just keep going.
[shouting] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what about my money?
[playing a mournful tune]
[loud knock at door]
He's not here, Mrs. Kowalski.
[loud knocking continues]
Mr. Puddles isn't here.
Can I help you?
I'm Leonard.
I'm your four o’clock.
Oh, my... I forgot. I am so sorry.
I swear I had nothing to do with Mr. Puddles.
Oh, no...
Sorry, it's, uh, my neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski.
She... Well, she has this cat that always goes missing.
She thinks I know where it is. I don't.
She's older.
And I should stop... talking.
I'm so sorry. Please come in.
-[lock clicks] -[chuckles softly]
I'm guessing I look different... than your usual students.
-Um, yeah, you can just... -Yeah.
-Yeah, 20 years or so different. -[both chuckle]
Well, the ad didn't say anything about age limits.
No, no, of course not. It's... most of my students are kids.
Easier to learn music when you're young. You know, like a second language.
Ich verstehe!
That's German... for "I understand."
I took three years of that in high school.
-And that's all I can remember. -Mm.
Well, it's right over here.
If you wanna...
Let me just... Sorry...
-Oh, it's fine. -...get organized for a second.
[Leonard] Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
Ah.
-[discordant note] -[Vanya] Oh!
[Leonard chuckles]
-You're really just going for it. -Yeah.
[Vanya] Um, no, I'll actually take that.
And we're just gonna start with the basics.
-[loud music playing] -[indistinct chatter]
-[man] What's up? Hey, Diego. -[Diego] Yo. What up, Nigel?
[woman] What's up, Diego?
-[Diego] Doing good, huh? -[man] Sí.
[men grunting]
[Diego gasps]
[whirs, clangs]
Ow! What the--
-I could smell it was you. -[Luther] What the hell?
[door closes]
-You could have killed me. -If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
[sighs]
It's a nice place.
[Diego] I like it.
So why didn't you tell me?
Tell you what?
That you were fighting the night that Dad died.
I checked with the guys out there.
Well, I shouldn't have to prove my innocence to you...
or anyone else in this family.
Yeah, you're right.
-But, I just thought that-- -Yeah.
I know what you thought.
Now...
you have a nice day, brother.
All right.
[playing "Frère Jacques" slowly]
That's coming along.
Looks like I chose the right teacher.
-Oh... -[Leonard chuckles]
I don't know about that.
My next student could probably lecture me on what I'm doing wrong.
She's... She's a bit of a prodigy.
Well, you can relax.
I have never been a prodigy at anything.
[sighs] Well, that makes two of us.
-So-- -So, I will see you next week,
and, uh, practice the bow hold, uh, and maybe...
-get a violin. -[both chuckle]
You can be honest.
Do you think it's weird wanting to learn violin this late in life?
No, no.
Monet didn't really start painting until his forties.
He did all right for himself.
No, if you love music, then you're in the right place.
[chuckles] I'd say you're describing my dad more than me.
He was the music lover.
It's kind of why I'm here.
He passed away a while ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, no, it's fine. We had a complicated relationship.
Didn't really get each other, you know?
But he loved violin, and that was not my thing.
So I guess I'm here to... understand him better,
if that makes any sense.
Family.
It's never easy, right?
Sorry for getting heavy on you there.
-Um, stupid, I know. [chuckles] -No.
-No, stupid is not knowing. -Oh.
Believe me, uh, I get it.
Mm-hmm.
Well... thanks.
Guess I'll see you next week.
Yeah.
Uh...
I'm a woodworker.
I have a shop in, uh, Bricktown.
You should come by some time.
You know, check it out.
This week I'm... busy, but--
It's fine. I understand.
Another time.
See you next week.
-[chuckles softly] -Bye.
[footsteps fading]
[car horns beeping in distance]
[Pogo] Ah, Miss Allison.
-[cigarette fizzles out] -I was looking for you.
How did you, uh... How did you know I was up here?
Oh, it wasn't hard.
This is always where you used to come when you were upset.
Who told you I was...
Luther. [sighs]
Actually, it was Miss Vanya.
She called to make sure you were okay.
Yeah, I, um...
[sighs] I said some pretty unkind things to her.
She's your sister. She knows you didn't mean it.
[scoffs] Doubt it.
She doesn't know anything about me, which is fine
'cause I don't know shit about her either.
-Language. -Sorry. [chuckles softly]
It's just...
it's been a while since we've all lived under the same roof.
Almost 13 years.
How did you do it?
Alone in this huge house for so long.
Well, one grows used to things,
even if, sometimes...
one shouldn't.
Come with me. I want to show you something.
It might just cheer you up.
And make sure you fully extinguish that cigarette.
Wouldn't want to start a fire.
[sighs]
[children chattering on recording]
[Pogo] Your father stopped recording years ago.
But I still come here from time to time.
-[man speaking on recording] -[Pogo] When I'm missing you kids.
-[recordings playing] -[static crackling]
Pogo, this is... [sighs]
Most families have home movies to look back on.
-[child shouting on recording] -[Allison] We have surveillance footage.
-[boy on recording] That's not true. -I hoped it might cheer you up.
[Allison] It does. [laughs]
Oh, my God, look how little we were.
[young Allison] Luther. Luther, quit it.
Oh! Ben and I?
[children chattering]
[Allison] I miss him so much.
[violin playing]
And Vanya.
[young Allison] Vanya...
Why didn't we include her?
I mean, if anybody ever treated Claire like that, I can't even imagine...
You were a child, Miss Allison.
Yeah... but I'm not anymore.
And neither is she.
If you're not in a hurry,
the rest of the tapes are in that cabinet.
[chuckles softly]
Make sure you lock up when you go.
Things have been disappearing lately.
These are too important to lose.
[Allison chuckles softly]
[young Allison laughs on recording]
[Allison sighs]
[children laughing on recordings]
[VCR whirring]
[VCR clicks]
Oh, God.
Dad...
[thunder rumbling]
[sighs]
Delores.
It's good to see you.
I've missed you...
obviously.
Well, I...
It's been a rough couple of days.
-["Don't Stop Me Now" playing] -♪ Don't stop me now ♪
♪ Don't stop me now... ♪
[whooshing]
♪ Don't stop me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm havin' a good time... ♪
No!
♪ I'm a shootin' star Leapin' through the sky ♪
♪ Like a tiger Defyin' the laws of gravity ♪
♪ I'm a racing car passin' by Like Lady Godiva... ♪
Oh, shit! It's them.
♪ I'm gonna go, go, go There's no stoppin' me ♪
♪ I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah... ♪
I'll be right back for you.
♪ That's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit ♪
♪ I'm traveling at the speed of light ♪
♪ I wanna make a supersonic man Out of you... ♪
♪ Don't wanna stop at all ♪
[Cha-Cha] You see that?
[Hazel] You said he was special. So now what?
[Cha-Cha] You start over there, I'll go to the other end. Meet in the middle.
Shoot anything that moves.
♪ I'm out of control I'm a sex machine ready to reload ♪
♪ Like an atom bomb About to oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode ♪
♪ I'm burnin' through the sky... ♪
[Hazel] "Elastic wrist splint." Yes!
♪ They call me Mr. Fahrenheit... ♪
[Cha-Cha groans]
♪ I wanna make a supersonic woman of you ♪
♪ Don't stop me, don't stop me ♪
-♪ Don't stop me ♪ -♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Don't stop me, don't stop me Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ I like it ♪ -♪ Don't stop me, don't stop me ♪
-♪ Have a good time, good time ♪ -♪ Don't stop me, don't stop me ♪
♪ Yeah, all right ♪
-♪ Oh, burnin' through the sky, yeah ♪ -[groans]
♪ Two hundred degrees that's Why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit, hey! ♪
-[loud whooshing] -Shit! Come on!
[gunfire]
-♪ Out of you ♪ -♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Don't stop me now... ♪
-[Cha-Cha] Got him! -[sirens wailing]
♪ Just give me a call ♪
♪ Don't stop me now... ♪
-[Hazel] The bastard jumped again. -[Cha-Cha] Come on, let's go.
♪ I don't wanna stop at all ♪
[approaching sirens blaring]
[sighs]
-[door opens] -[footsteps approaching]
Shit.
[woman on radio] We have a 10-14 at Gimbel Brothers department store.
Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired. 6045 Vanderbilt.
There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.
What are you doing here? I thought you were gone.
No, I was gonna go, and then Pogo showed me this--
Well, listen... [sighs]
-I was wrong about Dad's death. -What?
Yeah, I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just--
-No, I-- I know, I get it-- -Seeing all of you and being back here...
I should be the one who's trying to bring us back together, not tear us apart.
-Would you shut up? -What?
You were right... about Dad.
Come on, I gotta show you something.
[Allison] Five?
What the hell happened to you?
Are you okay? Can we help?
There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing any of you can do.
-["Never Tear us Apart" playing] -[wind howling]
♪ Don't ask me ♪
♪ What you know is true ♪
♪ Don't have to tell you ♪
♪ I love your precious heart ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ I was standing ♪
♪ You were there ♪
♪ Two worlds collided ♪
♪ And they could never tear us apart ♪
♪ We could live ♪
♪ For a thousand years ♪
♪ But if I hurt you ♪
♪ I'd make wine from your tears ♪
♪ I told you ♪
♪ That we could fly ♪
♪ 'Cause we all have wings ♪
♪ But some of us don't know why ♪
♪ I was standing ♪
♪ You were there ♪
♪ Two worlds collided ♪
♪ And they could never ♪
♪ Ever tear us apart ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ I was standing ♪
♪ You were there ♪
♪ Two worlds collided ♪
♪ And they could never ♪
♪ Ever ♪
♪ Ever tear us apart ♪