[dramatic instrumental music plays]
[Pogo] On April the 1st, 2019,
the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.
Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.
Ironically, the six survivors of the apocalypse
were the very siblings who brought it on.
Hold on!
This could get messy!
[energy thrumming]
[both screaming]
[grunting]
[gasping]
-That was... -Exhilarating.
[groans, wheezing]
Where's Five?
Huh?
Five!
Diego! Allison!
Where is everybody?
Oh, they're gone.
They're gone, like a fart in the wind. [whimpers]
Poof.
-["Beyond the Sea" playing] -[Klaus] Just me and you again. Great.
-♪ ...Beyond the sea ♪ -So where the hell are we?
♪ Somewhere, waiting for me ♪
-♪ My lover stands ♪ -[Klaus] Are hats back?
♪ On golden sands... ♪
I think the question is, "When are we?"
Hey! Hey! Excuse me.
Sorry to bother you.
Could you tell me what year this is,
or what day?
Rude.
Klaus! Get over here.
-♪ If I could fly like birds on high... ♪ -[Klaus] Yeah?
-[Ben] Look. -Yeah, I mean, he's pretty my type,
but I'd have to see him
-from the shoulders down. -The date, you idiot.
Oh, yeah.
"February 11, 1960"?
1960.
[both] Shit.
[Maxine Nightingale's "Right Back Where We Started" playing]
[energy crackling]
♪ Ooh, and it's all right And it's comin' along ♪
♪ We gotta get right back To where we started from ♪
♪ Love is good, love can be strong ♪
♪ We gotta get right back To where we started from ♪
[patron chatter ceases]
♪ Do you remember the day ♪
-Oh, shit! -♪ That sunny day ♪
♪ When you first came my way... ♪
Diego!
Five?
Allison!
[camera shutter clicks]
[both] Allison!
-Allis-- -Allison!
[energy crackling]
-♪ You give me your love ♪ -♪ Give me your love ♪
-♪ I just can't stay away, no, no ♪ -[grunts]
♪ You know you are the oh-oh-only one ♪
-[portal zaps shut] -♪ Ooh, and it's all right ♪
♪ And it's comin' along... ♪
[woman] Help! Someone help me!
Help! Somebody help me!
♪ We gotta get right back To where we started from... ♪
[grunts]
[JFK on TV] ...and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.
And so, my fellow Americans,
ask not what your country can do for you,
ask what you can do for your country.
[audience cheers]
-[energy crackling] -[grunts]
-[groaning] -♪ Give me your love ♪
♪ I just can't stay away ♪
[gasping]
♪ You know you are the oh-oh-only one ♪
-[horn honks] -[tires screech]
-♪ And it's all right ♪ -[grunts]
-♪ And it's comin' along ♪ -[passerby] Oh, no!
♪ We gotta get right back To where we started from... ♪
[woman] Son of a biscuit.
♪ We gotta get right back To where we started from ♪
♪ It's all right, and it's comin' along ♪
-♪ We gotta get right back... ♪ -[wind whipping]
[Five] Luther!
Diego!
[distant overlapping gunshots]
-[nearby machine-gun fire] -[bullets ricocheting]
[man 1 shouts indistinctly]
-[gunshots] -[man 1 cries out]
-[man 2 speaks rapidly in Russian] -[overlapping chatter in Russian]
-[indistinct shouts] -[Five] "Soviets attack US"?
-[machine-gun fire] -[men shouting in Russian]
[Five] No, this can't be right.
[soldier 1, in English] Gonna get you out. Keep your head down.
[man shouts in Russian, cries out]
-[soldier 2, in English] Medic! Medic! -[overlapping shouts]
Hey, kid, get down!
-[man speaks Russian] -[groans]
[shouts continue]
What the hell did we do now?
[Frank Sinatra's "My Way" playing]
♪ And now ♪
♪ The end is near ♪
♪ And so I face ♪
♪ The final curtain ♪
-♪ My friend, I'll say it clear ♪ -[screaming]
-♪ I'll state my case ♪ -[Luther shouts]
-♪ Of which I'm certain ♪ -[screaming]
♪ I've lived a life that's full ♪
[man yelling]
-♪ I traveled each and every highway ♪ -[overlapping screams]
-♪ And more ♪ -[body splatters]
-Hey! -♪ Much more than this ♪
I heard a rumor that I blew your minds. [echoing]
♪ I did it my way ♪
[overlapping shouts]
♪ For what is a man? ♪
♪ What has he got? ♪
♪ If not himself... ♪
Five! You sick son of a bitch, where the hell have you been?
-[energy zaps] -♪ To say the things... ♪
If you wanna live, come with me.
Hazel. What the hell's going on here?
There's no time to explain.
Those are nukes, old-timer.
[missiles droning]
What about my family?
You can't save 'em if you're dead.
♪ I took the blows ♪
-♪ And did it my ♪ -[explosions booming]
♪ Way ♪
[energy zaps]
Okay...
what the hell was that?
The end of the world, November 25, 1963.
'63...
[chuckles softly] You know, Hazel, I'm no history buff,
but I don't recall there being a nuclear holocaust.
No shit.
What about my family?
Dead, like everyone else.
-And where am I now? -[Hazel] Dallas. Same street.
Ten days earlier.
Plenty of time to restore the timeline
-and save them. -[Five whispers] Okay.
-So where do we start? -"We"? You're on your own, pal.
I'm just here to keep a promise to Agnes.
Is she...?
-Dead? -Yeah.
Cancer.
[chuckles softly]
Took her quick.
But we had 20 good years together. I guess forever just wasn't in the cards.
[Five] I'm sorry, Hazel.
What about the Commission?
I quit those assholes, remember? I don't owe 'em the fuzz off my peaches.
Well then, who the hell are those guys?
[Hazel] Shit.
Run!
[pedestrians screaming]
-[Five gasps] -[electricity crackling]
[people continue screaming, shouting]
[whistles]
How many times did I say "bulletproof briefcases"?
[gasps]
-[gunfire stops] -[racks round]
[Five panting]
[grunts softly]
[old-timey police siren wailing]
[additional police sirens wailing]
What do you want?
Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group.
I was curious if--
[shrieks, panting]
[cutlery clattering]
[panting]
How'd you do that?
Don't really have time to explain.
-You from the Pentagon? Huh? -Definitely not.
CIA? FBI. KGB?
Is that fresh?
[screams, panting] What...
-Hmm. This Colombian? -[machine beeps nearby]
It's my own blend.
You ever heard of, uh, Area 51?
-Roswell? -[man scoffs, chuckles]
[scoffs, chortles]
-Hot damn! -[knife clatters]
Whoo! See, I always knew we weren't the only ones.
See, Eleanor thought my head wasn't screwed on tight,
but... but it's all true, yeah?
UFOs, crop circles...
Well, the truth is out there.
No, no, no, no, no. The... The truth, it's...
right here in front of us.
Tell me, wh...
why is it always an anal probe?
Any closer, and I'll melt your brain.
He needs a little space. Yes. I'll be over here.
All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, sure did.
Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in... in the atmosphere.
-Just waiting. -Waiting for what?
For you.
For all of you.
[man] It all started in 1960,
the year the Silvertone Omega was released.
I was in the middle of a sale
when something very... strange happened.
This here, the Silvertone Omega, is one of our top sellers,
in true ColorVision.
Ha! Who knew that Lucy's hair was red?
[chuckles]
[energy crackling outside]
Um, could you just... a moment?
-[Klaus] Diego! Allison! -[man] So, for the past three years,
I've witnessed five energy surges in that alleyway out back.
Same thing every time.
A bright blue light, then something appears.
-Did you get a good look at any of them? -Yeah, the first one.
And then the big, sensitive one.
-"Sensitive"? -Yeah, cried a lot,
kept coming back to the alley, sat around for hours calling a woman's name. Uh...
[snaps fingers] Allison.
-Luther. -[man] Yeah, he... he wasn't the only one.
Uh, the others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other.
Eventually, they... they stopped.
[Five, softly] So, my family is alive.
Shit.
I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me...
[splutters] Elliott. Elliott. My name... My name's Elliott.
Whatever, all right?
I got ten days to find them and save the world.
Now, I need your help to do that.
You need... my...
You know what? I, uh...
I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four.
Diego.
-[reading softly] -[Elliott] So then,
-that's helpful? -You have no idea.
-[inhaling sharply] -[energy whooshes]
[exhales heavily]
[woman over PA] Arts and crafts hours are 1:00 to 3:00 p.m. in the common area.
Pills will be distributed prior to the start.
[man] Thank you, Alan, for bringing that to the group.
I think fear is something we can all relate to.
Okay, who else would like to share?
Anyone?
Come on, who's next?
Diego, you've been awfully quiet this morning.
Just taking it all in, Doc.
Letting all the healing shit wash over me.
Last week you mentioned your father,
how your whole childhood felt like some kind of experiment.
-It was an experiment. -[doctor] Hmm.
-Or did it just feel like an experiment? -No, it was literally an experiment.
[doctor] Let's dig deeper. You say your father is a villain.
-Hell, yeah. -[doctor] So you had to play hero
to make Daddy mad.
[laughing]
-I'm a grown-ass man, Dr. Moncton-- -[Moncton] Who still defines himself
in opposition to his father.
His dead father.
That isn't really defining yourself, is it, Diego?
Yeah, why don't you tell that to Luke Skywalker?
I know you don't get it, but that is an excellent reference.
Humor is good,
truth is better.
Who is the real Diego?
I don't know.
I guess I've never known.
But I'm ready.
I'm ready to find out.
Thank you, Diego.
Okay, quiet time until lunch.
Let me see that.
[whispers, in English accent] You're so full of shit.
-Tears too much? -He saw right through it.
-No, he totally ate that shit up. -Bet you three lunch Jell-Os you're wrong.
-You're on. -All right.
[Diego] Dr. Moncton.
-Hey, you got a sec? -Sure, Diego. What is it?
I've been, uh, doing a lot better lately, haven't I?
True. You're calmer now, less combative.
It's nice to see you opening up in group.
So, uh, when do you think I might be getting out of here?
Well, your review board will reassess your case in 90 days.
Ninety days? No, I can't... I can't wait that long.
Just take it one day at a time. Okay?
No, you don't... you don't understand.
They're going to kill the president a week from today.
[sighs] Diego, I thought we moved past this.
-You know what a hero complex is? -Yeah. It's for assholes
-who think they're heroes-- -This paranoid fantasy
about President Kennedy is what got you committed
-in the first place. -They are going to kill him.
They're gonna shoot him in the head right here in Dallas.
-All right? Understand? -[Moncton] Let go!
-All right! I'm okay. -Let go!
I'm sorry. Look, I'm okay.
I'm okay. I'm okay.
[Richard Myhill's "You Must Be an Angel" plays on radio]
God, this is stupid.
-I can't. -For you, maybe.
[gasps] This'll cheer you up.
Bacon.
Smuggled it out of the lunchroom. Do you want some?
No.
[crunches, sighs]
To be honest, I was saving it for your great escape.
-What are you talking about? -Just saying,
whatever it is you're planning, I can be very resourceful.
Look, even if I was planning something, and I am not,
you would be the last person I would take.
It's because of the Jell-Os, right? You can have them back.
No, it's not because of the Jell--
I'm a lone wolf. I don't run with a pack.
Perfect.
Because I'm somewhat of a lone wolf myself.
[sniffs, groans]
-[sniffs] -Hargreeves, you have a visitor.
-Who? -I ain't your secretary.
Maybe Daddy finally came to say, "I love you."
[mocking English accent] Piss off.
-Five. -[Five] Hey, Diego.
-[chair scrapes] -You look good in white.
About time you showed up.
-How'd you know I'd be back? -Because that's the kind of shit you pull.
Where are the others?
They're not with you?
We'll find them. [mutters softly]
-How long have you been here? -Seventy-five days.
-[Five grunts softly] -Landed in the alley behind
-Commerce and Knox. -Commerce and Knox.
-You? -I got here this morning.
How'd you find me?
[gentle scoff]
Page 16.
"Disturbed man with multiple knives arrested outside 1026 N. Beckley."
That's Lee Harvey Oswald's house.
Care to explain?
Let's just say
Dallas Law Enforcement has not been supportive of my attempt
to stop the assassination of...
[softly] ...John F. Kennedy.
-Because it hasn't happened yet. -[Diego] And it's not going to happen.
Not on my watch.
Look, I've been shaving down the bars in my room.
Another day or two, and I'll be out of this place,
then I'm gonna stop Oswald and save the president.
You want in, say the word.
[softly] Listen to me very closely, you gibbering moron.
You are not going to do a goddamn thing.
Why not?
-Because we have to stop the apocalypse. -[Diego] No shit.
But that doesn't happen for another 60 years.
Not that apocalypse.
This is a new one.
It followed us.
I've seen it.
Nuclear war, Diego, in ten days.
[laughs softly]
-And I'm the one they locked up, huh? -[scoffs]
Fine, I'll play along.
What causes it?
I don't know.
Maybe some looney-tuned asshole with a hero complex
tried to save the president and screwed everything up.
-So you're saying it worked? -[scoffs softly]
I saved the president?
[growls softly]
I knew I could do it.
Okay, okay, I'll help you.
-Thank God. -After I save Kennedy.
And then you swing us back a few decades
so I can slit Hitler's throat off with a butter knife.
This is why you don't have any friends.
You know what? Guard.
[sighs] My brother is plotting an escape.
The bars of his room have been shaved down.
-Piece of shit! -[guard] No! Here-- All right, asshole.
-Look, this is for your own good, Diego. -No! Five!
-Listen, my brother is a very sick man. -No, Five!
I only pray that he gets the help he so desperately needs.
[Diego] No, please! Not the needle! No! No! No!
[whimpering]
[whispers] Be back for you later, okay? Just...
Well, nighty night.
-[chickens clucking] -[cow moos]
[woman] Hey, I'm back.
-[chuckles] Sorry I was gone for so long. -[door closes]
Did you and Vanya have fun today, Harlan?
[dog barks outside]
We did.
We went down to visit the horses,
and we read James and the Giant Peach.
[rooster crows outside]
Any episodes?
No, ma'am.
[sighs]
How about you? How are you feeling?
Oh, my headaches are a lot better.
Still no memories.
Well then, we just need to get busy making you some new ones, hmm?
[speakers crackle softly]
[Fran Powers' "Trying" playing]
♪ I'm trying... ♪
[man] I tell ya, Vanya, I almost got the son of a bitch.
Carl, watch your language around Harlan.
Are you kidding, honey?
If that boy says "son of a bitch," I will buy him a BB gun.
Hell, he says any damn thing, everybody gets a Cadillac. [chuckles]
See, the thing about sales that people don't get
is the grit.
They think you just show up, smile real wide, and boom, it's done.
Is that what people think, Carl?
Yes, it is.
But they don't get the art and science of the thing.
It takes skills to get to that boom.
-Ah! Oh, it's the boom. Mmm. -Yeah! The boom!
♪ ...In my eyes... ♪
You get any calls yet?
I put another missing persons ad in the paper.
Figure someone must be searching for ya.
♪ And I love you more and more... ♪
Maybe I'm just not the kind of girl you miss.
I doubt that very much.
I'm sure we'd miss you already.
-[dishes clinking] -Well... [clears throat]
-And where do you think you're going? -[Carl] The office.
I said I almost got 'em.
-I don't got 'em just yet. -What time will you be home?
[Carl] I don't know.
Depends how hard they make me work
to provide you with this wonderful life.
Fine. Just be quiet when you get back in.
-Don't want you to wake the boy. -See you in the morning.
[dishes clinking softly]
-Night, Vanya. -Night, Carl.
-[Carl] Night, Harlan. -[door closes]
-[faucet running] -[dishes clinking]
-["Forever and a Day" plays on radio] -[engine rattles]
[engine sputtering]
[engine stops]
[hissing]
[radio stops]
Now what?
[Ben] Remember when I told you the engine was overheating?
Yeah, well, being smart doesn't make you interesting.
Neither does your beard.
You know, it would help if I knew where we were going, Mysterio.
Back to Dallas.
-That far? For how long? -[Klaus coughing]
-None of your beeswax. -Really?
Think I'm just gonna keep following you everywhere for another three years?
Yeah, you are my ghost bitch.
Remember?
No. We have to go back. They need you in San Francisco.
They were so clingy.
-Okay, fine! -Felt like my skin was on fire.
I need us in San Francisco.
I have unfinished business.
Oh. What're you gonna do?
Wear your little ghost power suit and do some ghost phone calls
-and do some business? Aww! -Forget it. Forget it.
No, come back. You have unfinished business.
You don't even have a body without me.
You need me.
Nobody needs your shit, Klaus.
That's why you're always alone.
-Eat shit, you shit-eater! -[Ben shouts]
Get off!
[both yelling, growling]
[Ben] Ow!
Aah!
Have you showered?
[Ben] Ow! Ow! Ugh! Ow!
[Klaus] No!
[bird of prey screeching]
[Glenn Snow's "I Wonder What the Future Holds for Me" plays softly]
-[man] You lost, boy? [chuckles] -[pool balls clatter]
-[Klaus] Thirsty, actually. -[man] Lord.
[patrons murmuring]
Whoo-hoo. Excusez-moi, garçon.
[bartender] Yeah?
Any idea when the next bus to Dallas is coming?
Sure do.
And?
[bartender] Three o'clock sharp.
Tomorrow.
Well, that'll mean plenty more bonding time for-- Okay.
Hey, pretty boy.
-Do you mean me? -[man] Yeah, you.
You wanna play a little poker
while you wait?
You know what? I would be delighted.
If you keep undressing me with your eyes,
I'm gonna catch cold.
Watch your mouth.
Stupid's falling out.
-[giggles] -Is something funny?
No, no, just thought of a little ditty I'm working on.
"There once was a young Buck from Dallas
-who sported a miniature phallus--" -Tell you what...
if you're so cocky...
what say we up the stakes?
All my money's already in the pot.
Throw in that sissy-ass gold necklace then.
Clyde here can melt it down,
make me a belt buckle.
That would be one hell of a belt buckle.
He's bluffing, by the way.
He's got nothing.
Okay, I'll put in the sissy necklace
for the keys to your pickup.
Unless you're bluffing.
Deal.
Let's see it.
[chuckles]
Full house.
-Kings over sevens. -[Klaus chuckles] Oh.
Well, that...
that's not nothing.
Fair is fair. You win.
-And I gotta be on my way. -You got sticky fingers.
And crazy IBS. I mean, it's a miracle I'm sitting down--
-[Klaus grunts] -[glass shattering]
[groans] All right.
-Ow! -[Buck] Give me my damn keys.
[Klaus] Showtime, Ben.
[Buck] What in the hell?
Nah, I'm good.
You're so independent, go fight your own battles.
You think you could pick a better time to self-actualize?
[upbeat guitar music plays]
-[Klaus] I bet you're loving this. -I'm not hating it.
Shit, which one?
[Buck] Get your ass back here! You little shit!
-[engine starts] -[Buck] That's my truck!
Oh, shit.
Give me back my truck, asshole!
[Buck screams]
-You little... [shouts indistinctly] -[cackling]
[man] Shit!
[dogs barking in distance]
Did you see the paper today?
[keys jingling]
Page one,
paragraph five,
line two:
"When asked about the Southern Justice Coordinating Committee's upcoming threat
to demonstrate
during President Kennedy's visit to Dallas,
White House press secretary Pierre Salinger responded by saying--"
-[woman] What was that? -We made the papers, baby!
And here's the best part. You're gonna love this.
And I quote, "As the president said earlier this year,
-the rights of every man are diminished--" -"The rights of every man are diminished
when the rights of one man..."
or woman, "...are threatened."
[Allison chuckles]
I bought the last three copies this morning at Coleman's.
I am the luckiest man in Dallas.
-Is that right? -That is right.
[laughs]
And you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
[Allison chuckles]
And the best part of my life.
What?
I just don't want you to get your hopes up...
about Kennedy.
Change is comin', baby. I can feel it.
-I can feel it. -[chuckles softly]
Speaking of which...
-[gasps] -A little pre-anniversary gift
-for my beautiful wife. -[laughs]
I know I promised you the stars, but...
[chuckles softly] The moon.
I see you staring at it every night.
So now you can see it whenever you want.
[DJ Shadow's "Rocket Fuel (feat. De La Soul)" playing]
♪ Ladies and gentlemen ♪
♪ Are you ready? ♪
♪ Get ready ♪
-♪ Ready, set ♪ -[men cheering]
♪ Steady, bet ♪
-♪ Get ready ♪ -♪ This be the green light, go ♪
♪ Tires burn the pavement ♪
♪ People wanna know where Mase‚ Pos And Dave went ♪
♪ Still here, still in your ear ♪
♪ With a style so hot You'll see where all the sun... ♪
Come on! You can finish him!
♪ The blends be all the right cred ♪
♪ Meaning credentials Best of both worlds ♪
♪ When we rocking over pearls In the instrumental ♪
-♪ Are you ready? ♪ -♪ Ready ♪
-♪ Set? ♪ -♪ Set ♪
♪ Jump to the rhythm As hard as you can go ♪
-♪ Keep it steady ♪ -♪ Steady ♪
♪ To the letter, right? Turn it up, we giving a show ♪
♪ But can you rock it like rocket fuel? ♪
♪ Space or out your mind ♪
♪ But can you rock it... ♪
-Get him! -Yeah!
♪ That's a close encounter Of what kind? ♪
♪ Ready, set ♪
[opponent groans]
-♪ Steady, bet ♪ -Come on!
♪ But can you rock it ♪
-♪ Like rocket fuel? ♪ -[man in crowd shouts indistinctly]
-[crowd chatters excitedly] -[opponent] Come on!
[grunts, cries out]
-[gasps] -[knife clatters]
-[opponent screams] -[crowd] Oh!
[sounds fading]
[crowd chattering, applauding]
Boo!
[man 1] What are you doing? The hell with you!
-Come on, man. -[man 2] Tough break!
-[scattered applause] -[man 3] Next fight! Yeah!
-[man 4] Yeah! -[man 3] Yeah!
Bring the car around.
[man 3] Next fight!
Attaboy.
-[scattered cheers] -[men bantering]
[Allison's husband] All right.
All right. Quiet down, now, everyone! Quiet down. Thank you.
All right, now, look,
I can appreciate that everyone has concerns about this.
And the truth is, we can go back and forth on it all night.
But we have to act.
-And the time is now. -Where are we gonna do it?
[sighs]
-Stadtler's on Commerce. -[low murmurs]
Okay, look, look, look...
if we start the sit-in on Sunday,
which is five days before the president's visit,
we should attract national media attention.
But it has to be the right kind of attention.
-I agree. -[group murmurs]
Look, there's no room for error here. There is no room for images on the TV
of violence, aggression, or even disrespect.
No matter what they do to us, we have one rule:
honor and dignity at all times.
Now, look, these details cannot leave this room
until we have finalized our plan.
-All right? -[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
-What should I do? -Um...
-I'll handle it. -Allison, wait.
Sorry...
we only cut women's hair here.
Black women's hair.
Funny then that your husband's inside.
Mr. Mason, can I help you?
[Mason] Mind telling me what you're doing here after hours?
[Allison's husband] Well, this is my wife's place of employment,
and some nights we use it as a community gathering spot.
Gathering? For what?
What business is that of yours?
I own the building across the way, a few others nearby. [sniffs]
I like things quiet on my street.
But you don't own this building, now, do you?
[clicks tongue]
Not yet.
[chuckles softly]
Well then, I'm gonna ask you to step off the property.
Have a good night.
Did you just deliberately shut this door on my foot, boy?
That's assault.
[gasps, grunts]
[people gasp, murmur]
-[man 1] She ain't playin' around. -[man 2 chuckles]
[man 1] Don't mess with her. Damn.
I hope that felt good.
You have no idea.
So much for honor and dignity.
Him first.
Y'all can go on about your business now.
[insects chirring]
[Vanya] I can't sleep. Is there any of that cake left?
Sissy...
are you smoking?
[chuckles]
[laughs]
-Want one? -["Be Thankful You're You" plays softly]
[Sissy] Mama would die all over again if she saw me right now.
[Vanya] Never would've guessed you had such a rebellious side.
[Sissy chuckles] Men have sides.
Women have secrets.
And what are your secrets?
I have an escape plan.
What? [chuckles]
There is a coffee can
hidden under the kitchen sink.
Every penny I save that Carl doesn't know about
-goes in there. -Why?
[sighs] So I can breathe.
Carl's a fine man, a good man, but...
good men still leave.
Or die.
Sooner or later, every woman has to fend for herself.
How'd you two meet?
Because of a lie.
My sister told me
she wanted to go see a boy, but really she was bringing me.
I was too shy for my own good back then.
Carl means well,
works hard, loves his boy.
But I had silly dreams back then.
What did you want to be?
A counter girl at Neiman Marcus.
[chuckles softly] Really?
Daddy took us there once a year
to buy perfume for Christmas.
It was magical.
Music, dresses, the smells.
All the ladies at the counters looked like livin' dolls. Still do.
Could you ever imagine bein' that elegant?
Hey.
You're plenty elegant.
[Daniela Andrade's "Crazy" playing]
♪ I remember when ♪
♪ I remember I remember when I lost my mind ♪
♪ There was something so pleasant About that place ♪
[grunting]
-♪ Even your emotions have an echo ♪ -[joint dislocates]
-[groans] -♪ In so much space ♪
[gasping]
♪ And when you're out there ♪
♪ Without care ♪
♪ Yeah, I was out of touch ♪
[groaning]
♪ But it wasn't because I didn't know enough ♪
♪ I just knew too much ♪
♪ Does that make me crazy? ♪
[lock rattling]
♪ Does that make me crazy? ♪
♪ Possibly ♪
[grunts softly]
♪ Pa-pa-pe ♪
♪ Pa-pa-pa-pe ♪
[engine stops]
[bottles clinking]
-[hinges creaking] -[bottles rattling softly]
Little late for milk, don't you think?
[suspenseful instrumental music plays]
[empty shell clatters]
[grunts softly]
[panting]
[groans softly]
-Ah, shit. -Hargreeves.
-What are you doing out here? -I'm sleepwalking.
[grunts, cries out]
Like to run your mouth, smart-ass?
It's gonna be hard after I break your jaw.
-[metal clangs] -[body thuds]
[giggles]
[Diego] Lila?
You're not the only one who wants out, wolf man!
[Diego groans, cries out]
Watch my shoulder. [grunts]
[Mel Tormé's "Comin' Home Baby" playing]
-[whispers] How'd you get out? -♪ Do-do-do ♪
-♪ I'm comin' home, baby, now ♪ -♪ Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do ♪
♪ I'm comin' home now right away... ♪
-[joint pops in] -[both scream]
[howling]
-[continues howling] -♪ I'm sorry now I ever went away ♪
-♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪ -♪ Every night and day I go and stay ♪
-♪ I'm comin' home, baby ♪ -♪ Come on home ♪
-♪ Comin' home, baby, now ♪ -♪ You know I'm waitin' here for you ♪
♪ I'm comin' home now, real soon ♪
♪ You been gone ♪
♪ Comin' home, baby, now ♪
♪ You don't know what I'm gonna do ♪
♪ I'm comin' home I know I'm over you ♪
♪ Since you went away... ♪
[Lila screams]
♪ They can't hold me back now No more ♪
-[Diego] Go, go! -♪ Come along ♪
-[Lila] Who are those guys? -[Diego] No idea.
♪ Chase me up and down the floor... ♪
-What the hell are you stopping for? -We need a distraction.
-Follow me. -[patients screaming]
[bullets ricocheting]
♪ I'm comin' home ♪
-♪ Come on home ♪ -[people screaming]
-♪ You're hearing what I say ♪ -♪ That you're comin' home ♪
♪ And I never will go away ♪
♪ I'm comin' home... ♪
-Which way? -Right.
-Why right? -Why not?
[whispers] Okay.
-[Diego grunts] -[Lila panting]
-[Diego groans] -Thank God you're here.
Three men just tried to attack us.
-Get your hands up, now. -[Lila gasping]
Wait, you don't understand. We're not the bad guys.
Shut your mouth and stay on the ground.
-[grunts, groans] -[Lila grunts]
[panting]
Where'd you learn how to fight like that?
My mother.
-Come on. -♪ Comin' home ♪
♪ I'm comin' home, baby, now ♪
♪ You know I'm waitin' at the door ♪
♪ They can't hold me back now No more ♪
-♪ Come along ♪ -[guard] Don't shoot.
-♪ I'm comin' home, baby, now ♪ -[groans]
♪ Come on home ♪
-♪ I'm comin' home, baby, now ♪ -[alarm blaring]
-[alarm continues blaring] -[patients chattering excitedly]
[excited shouts]
[Jim Boyd's "You Only Want Me When You're Lonely" playing]
[men whistling, cheering]
♪ You only want me ♪
♪ Oh, when you're lonely ♪
-♪ You only want me then ♪ -[overlapping chatter]
-♪ You only need me ♪ -[man whistling]
♪ When you're lonesome ♪
♪ It's then and only then ♪
♪ You only want me... ♪
Hi, Luther.
Hey, Autumn. How's business?
Still waiting for the big tippers to show up.
[Luther] Who's the half-wit bothering Mr. Ruby?
[Autumn] No idea,
but he's been putting away vodka gimlets like they're gonna run out of limes.
Oh, yeah? He give you any trouble?
Not yet.
We should do business, Jack.
-[Autumn] But he's getting there. -[Carl] I can get you a deal
-on good showerheads. -You guys want some more?
We okay here?
I'm more worried about the kid.
What kid?
By the stage.
I told him we don't allow minors.
Oh, yeah?
And what'd he say?
[chuckles] He asked what time I was getting off work.
[Autumn laughs softly]
She's too young for you.
Nice to see you too, Luther.
What do you want?
For you to stop hovering like an ambitious stripper
and sit down with me.
How long have you been here?
A year, thanks to you.
I'm sorry, Luther. I know that couldn't have been easy.
I thought everybody was dead.
[Carl] Come on, Jack! Don't make me beg!
-[Jack] Just back off. -I gotta go.
Luther, wait.
Look, I get it, okay?
I know what it's like to be stuck in time...
[siren wailing]
...thinking this is how you're gonna live out the rest of your life.
On the run,
and not knowing if you're ever gonna see the people you love again,
and to be in an unfamiliar world.
But Luther, you're not alone.
We have to find the others
because the world ends again in ten days.
I have no idea how to stop it.
I don't give a shit.
[rock violin music playing]