All language subtitles for +Death.of.a.Unicorn.2025

Sorry about the delays today, folks,

but ground control is telling me

it's gonna be another 15 or so

until we can start the deplaning process.

So just sit tight

and we'll have you on your way as soon as we can.

Seatbelts.

Ma'am. Ma'am. Seatbelt.

Excuse me...

Please stay seated until we're at the gate.

Ow! What the fuck?

Sorry. No, I had to grab--

- You fell asleep on me. - Why would I do that?

When did we land?

Me again, folks.

I'm now being told that the stairway they've got

on the tarmac here doesn't actually fit our aircraft.

So we'll get you on the ground

as soon as we figure out what that means.

Oh...

I think I'm frozen here

because it's been saying six minutes.

I know we're close but--

Hello?

Can you hear me? Did I lose you? Hello?

Hello?

Oh, no. Navigation crashed too.

God, what the--

Hey, does your phone--

I don't have any reception. I can't--

Well, if you don't have service, why would I?

Oh, uh, wait. You know what? I...

I have emailed directions.

Can you put your window up?

The pollen is killing me.

Thank you.

So, hey, look, I just wanna say,

you know, thanks again for...

you know, being here.

Stop picking.

Hey, stop picking. Come on. Don't.

Did you just try to flick me?

Come on. There's no reason to be nervous.

You're here to enjoy yourself.

That's definitely not... why I'm here.

Yeah. But you still can, right?

Huh? Take in some nature,

maybe join me on a trail run?

Or not.

But it's your loss.

The mountains this far north,

pristine. Truly. Untouched by man.

Look, I get you don't wanna be here

but Odell, the Leopolds,

they have a big thing about family

and they just assume that you and I

are particularly close

because of everything that, you know,

'cause of everything that's happened to us.

Because of everything that's happened to us?

Yeah.

Or are you just talking about the one thing?

Look, I'm sorry. I just don't feel like being a pity prop

- for the single dad thing... - Oh, come on. That's...

...that you've got going on with your bosses. That's all.

No. That's not what this is about.

No. We can-- We can own it though.

I mean, we could really milk them for their sympathy.

I could fake a limp.

Maybe I could prepare a, a weepy monologue about Mom.

But I don't know, you probably would have to give notes on it

and we need some more time for that.

Okay. That's it. Whatever this is,

just get it out of your system before we get there.

Are you talking about my personality?

Fine. I will sit there and smile

while they plan their predatory price

gouging at the dinner table.

Their day-to-day is so far above drug pricing.

And they care about a lot of things,

not just pharmaceuticals.

I mean, this entire nature preserve was donated by them.

Yeah, but you know that philanthropy is just--

It's reputation laundering for the oligarchy.

Yeah. Okay. All right.

Maybe on the arts quad,

but in the real world, you have to compromise.

Once I'm named proxy and I sit on this board

for five, six years,

ten tops,

then I will earn enough to make sure that we're okay

no matter what hits us, alright?

Right.

- Uh. Odell. - It's Griffin.

Mr. Leopold was expecting you over an hour ago.

What? Didn't you get my texts?

-No. -Oh God, roaming.

Um, no,

let him know that we will literally be there any minute.

Elliot, where are you?

Oh, yes. Yeah, I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Leopold.

- We-- It's been a whole... - You need to slow down.

No. I need service. Hello?

Elliot, how long is this drive going to take?

Hello? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

He sounds like a robot

- getting waterboarded? - Hello?

Here. Call him back.

Do it yourself. This is all for you anyway.

What? What are you talking...

Oh, my God! Use a tissue. That's disgusting.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

You couldn't watch the fucking road?

Uh... It's okay. It's okay. We're okay.

I got the damage waiver. It's...

What the fuck was that?

I don't think it's dead.

Just wait there.

What?

What?

What, uh, I mean, uh...

It's suffering.

You, you think it's endangered or...

Um, we, we can't, we can't just leave it here, right?

I mean...

Fuck!

If a ranger finds it then--

I mean, no one uses this road.

God, I'm late and I'm going to prison.

Ridley, are you okay?

Let go!

Ridley!

Stop! Stop!

Sorry we're late.

Welcome to the lodge.

Lodge? Wow.

Counselor! What happened?

You walk from the airport or what?

You, you would not believe.

Forget it. That's a joke. I got it from here, Shaw.

Such a card, Shepard.

I'm so sorry we're late.

How are you? Your folks here?

Don't know where else they'd be.

I was about to hit the tub,

but come in here for a cut of the good stuff.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, this is my daughter, Ridley.

Shep Leopold.

- Good to know you. -Is that Elliot?

Perfect timing.

I just got off a Zoom

with the Foundation about the refugees,

we're evacuating them.

Or are we vaccinating them?

It's so good to--

Now, I need to apologize in advance.

Odell is very sensitive about word

of his condition getting out,

hence the skeleton staff around here.

Oh, yeah. We're all making sacrifices.

Ah, here he is.

And we'd almost assumed the worst.

I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, Odell.

These things happen.

How was the drive

through the pass?

Get lucky, spot any big game on the way in?

Uh, unfortunately, no.

But it, it was just lovely.

Uh, the mountains, right? The air...

You okay, my dear?

What?

Yeah. Sorry.

Just, um, just not feeling good.

Oh, no.

Do you need to lie down?

Griff can show you to your room.

- No. I, uh... -Are you sure?

He loves doing it.

Might not be a bad idea.

I just don't feel like we can stay...

Sorry?

...for the whole weekend.

Well, you must stay for dinner, darling.

Griff is making my famous moussaka.

Mmm.

I don't know, Mom. She doesn't look so hot.

You have something on your face,

just so you know.

Maybe you should splash some water on yourself,

see if that helps.

I was like her at that age.

Hormones.

Uh-hmm.

-Griff? -Griff?

-Griff! -Odell wants to move.

Having exhausted traditional treatment options,

I made peace with my mortality.

And so, in preparing for the bardo,

I meditated on who might best liaise between my family

and my family business in my absence

and you soon came to mind, Elliot.

I knew that Belinda and Shep

would agree with me once they got to know you.

Well, I'm so happy to hear you say that, Odell,

because I see this

as the start of a long-term family relationship.

Power of attorney and proxy agreements cover all--

Um...

Sorry. Sorry.

Power of attorney and proxy agreements

uh, cover all points previously discussed,

with me representing the family's board interests

at Leopold Laboratories.

So Belinda can focus on the foundation.

And, Shepard, you're free to pursue your, uh...

My diversified portfolio of entrepreneurial activities.

Yeah, we all know.

Hard sciences never could much contain my interests.

That's right, Sheppie.

Exactly. So, no surprises here.

- And... - Sit down.

Oh. Um...

Well, um, once I'm situated in my new position,

there are some opportunities

both in and outside of the pharma space

that I'd love to get into, but,

for now, just, signatures--

I appreciate your lack of foreplay but...

That he certainly does.

...the whole point here was to go slow, wasn't it?

We want to know you as a person,

not the VP of Ethics & Compliance

that wins the company fun run every year.

Oh. Well, it's only a 10K.

And to truly know someone, you need to know their family.

Which is why we insisted

young Ridley join us for the weekend.

Yes. And, and here we are and yet

we have no idea what she's studying at university.

Art history.

Or I don't-- Actually, I don't know.

Uh, undecided, um, maybe.

Dad?

Sorry.

I need you in there and I need you to be normal.

They won't sign until they get to know you.

No. We have to go deal with our baggage. Now.

Something is going on

- with that thing. - Okay.

I think it's calling out to me. I can feel it.

Okay. Look, it's dead. It's dead.

I need you to keep it together

and act like everything is fine.

And then I will bury it tonight

when everyone else is asleep

and they'll never know what happened

and we never have to talk about it

ever again.

Oh, my.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, it seems as if Ridley is, uh, quite sick.

Like some kind of bug. It might be contagious even.

So I'm thinking I should just drive her back

to the airport. Now.

What's wrong? What's going on here?

Is this some sort of negotiating tactic?

No, it's not. Um, I... I... I promise.

In fact, look, I can drop her off.

I can come right back and even answer any quest--

Wait. You're gonna what?

-Hmm? -Elliot,

when I told them about you,

I told them about your character.

Right. My character.

About your mettle in the face of hardship,

how you and your daughter have made a go of it

these past years after your wife passed on.

- Right. Well... -Your loyalty,

and dedication to the company in that time.

Because that's the commitment that'll be required.

-This is fucked. -Even if that means...

-This is fucked. -...serving as a buffer.

This is so fucked.

Are you-- Are you okay, m'lady?

Uh, no, I'm, I'm fine.

I, just, there's...

No, you don't have to...

Mr. Leopold, sir.

Yes? Uh, what is it?

You know, I'm not sure.

- Uh... -Have a look.

Is that...

Is there something in your car?

What did you say?

What? No.

By the look of their bonnet,

my guess is they struck an animal.

-Belinda. -Is that it?

You strike something with your car then?

-No. - Strike something with--

No. Did you?

Well, what's in your car then?

Luggage.

Did you not even kill it, guy?

What are you on about? What is this?

Oh!

Okay. Now, granted, this is gonna sound odd but...

Wait, wait, wait!

I don't think I should be in-in,

in swim shorts for this moment.

I know a lot of species in this area are rare.

Um, but, uh, is this exact,

uh, you know, familiar to you?

Familiar to us? No.

This is new.

This doesn't seem novel to you?

Um, yes, it is novel, uh, now that you mention it.

What exactly are we saying this is though?

I think we know exactly what it is.

What I can say with-with total confidence

is Elliot here has hit a, a horse-like, uh, Mammalia,

uh, vertebralia, would that be the correct...

- Yes, yes. - ...um, classification?

No. But it is horse-shaped

with some sort of protrusion or growth.

Right. That's my working theory, too.

Feral horse, mad, tumor-ridden.

Uh, jumps in the middle of the road,

not the fault of any one driver, per se.

It's a fucking unicorn.

It does seem like a unicorn.

Oh, coming, sir.

What have you done?

Uh, we hit it with the car.

And then I blunt force traumatized it,

out of sympathy.

And its blood got all over my face.

Yeah. That's right.

Your...

Your, your face.

What is it?

It's a face. What?

It's my acne.

But, darling, you don't have any acne.

Not anymore.

And how are you feeling?

All tip-top? And no adverse side effects to speak of?

No.

And you've had no other contact with it?

Well, some-- Some of it got in my eyes.

I admit I maybe went a little overboard

with the tire iron, but--

My allergies.

Oh.

Should I call someone?

Yes! Yes, um, that we could call the Sierra Club,

uh, but there's also the World Wildlife Foundation--

I'm sorry, my child,

but this will have to go governmental, I'm afraid.

And that means military, doesn't it?

Uh, no, I don't-- I don't think we have to--

Or perhaps you're right.

Perhaps, we might ideate

outside of the box for an alternative.

Yes. I mean, there must be something that we can do.

I mean, as someone who works with NGOs,

believe me, you do not want a bunch of bureaucrats

mucking around in a delicate situation.

- Do you? -Mm-hmm. Right.

In my opinion,

we have a debt owed to the spirit of this animal

to navigate by our own moral compasses

and allow its mysteries to reveal themselves

so that we can honor it in a manner

that the public sector simply cannot.

Yes. Then we will be able to shield Elliot

from the consequences of what seemed

a perfectly innocent accident, right?

- Yes. - Yes.

That's the spirit.

Summon Dr. Song and his mobile laboratory posthaste.

And the security contractors.

We'll need an escort.

Hey, can I come in?

You're already in.

Right.

Hey. You missed some good moussaka.

You want me to see if there are any leftovers or...

Griff brought me a sandwich, so...

Oh, great. Well, you love sandwiches.

Sandwiches are the best.

I'm sorry, did you want something?

No, no, no. No, I was just,

you know, I wanted to check in.

See how--

Look, I know we haven't talked a lot

since you left for school,

but are you okay?

I don't really know what happened

when you touched that thing.

But thankfully, I stepped in to save the day.

You thought I needed protecting?

Yeah. You, you didn't see what happened.

You had like a seizure or something.

No. No.

It wasn't...

I mean, yes, something happened,

but I wouldn't-- It wasn't anything bad.

It kinda felt like it was showing me something.

- Forget it. - What?

No, 'cause you're looking at me like I'm fucking crazy.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look, I want-- I want to hear, but you're not... giving much.

Okay. Well, I tried to tell you earlier

when it was still in the trunk, but you didn't listen.

I was kind of in the middle of something

- if you hadn't noticed. - That thing and I,

we're, like, connected.

And ever since it died, I just--

I get this feeling I don't think

we're supposed to be here.

Like it was a mistake handing that creature over

to these people.

Right. Okay. Right. I see.

All right, look, you had a weird experience,

and I will pay for the extra therapy,

but I don't see what we stand to gain by making this weekend

all about you and your special connection

to a magical dead horse.

Ridley?

Riddles?

Skin does look great, Rid.

Look, uh...

Sweetheart, I...

I just need you to trust me.

And that I know how to play this situation.

Unicorn-wise.

I'm looking out for us.

Okay.

I love you.

Is that you, Elliot?

I like how you handled things today.

Good job.

Ahh. Danke.

I can see why you've done so well at the firm.

Ah.

Though I gotta say, never would've guessed

what kinda meat you were packing, buddy.

Oh. Well, it's,

it's all our meat now, I suppose.

That it is.

Tell you what.

Why don't you hop in?

We can chop it up, talk about your future.

Oh, no, no. I, I didn't, um--

I didn't actually pack a, a bathing suit so...

Stickler. I get it. That's okay.

Griff! Get Elliot a suit!

Oh, oh, no, no, really. It's, it's okay.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, yeah.

- He doesn't mind. Okay. - No, no. I'm...

Griff! Forget it!

So tell me, I was wondering.

What's her deal by the way?

She doesn't really like you, huh?

What? No. Why would you say that?

I don't know 'cause it seems like it.

I mean, no offense meant, El.

Why don't you get in? We can hot tub about it.

Think it must be moose mating season or something.

I was about done anyhow.

Pass me that robe.

See ya.

The crown jewel of The Met's

Medieval Collection of the Cloisters.

The Unicorn Tapestries

are among the most beautiful and complex works

to have survived from the Middle Ages.

The seven tapestries

illustrate a cautionary tale of a Lord

and his hunters pursuit of a mystical unicorn,

which defends itself and proves untameable.

That is until it is entranced by a purehearted maiden.

The unicorn is pacified by the maiden's virtue.

The creature is then killed and brought to a castle

where it is resurrected and kept in captivity.

However, the tapestry depicting

the unicorn and the maiden is incomplete,

having been damaged during the French Revolution.

But this reconstructed restoration

tells of a vengeful and violent beast.

It's mercilessness and ferocity matched

only by how much it was coveted by man.

Ridley Kintner, come with us.

Whoa. Wait. What are you doing? What the fuck?

Take a seat.

Okay. Just follow my finger.

Subject one displays

negligible irritation of epidermis.

Same, with two's irises.

Yooo, what the hell, man? Trying to do my job here.

Though comprehensive analysis won't be possible

until the specimen is transported

to Leo Labs Campus,

even with our limited

genomic testing capabilities in the field,

we can say that this is not a horse.

We've begun analysis of the blood sample's reactivity

with subject one's facial dermis

and subject two's sinus cavities,

vitreous body, and ocular lenses.

Preliminary analysis has revealed

some very interesting results...

Are you doing--

is there, like, an omelet station or is that not a...

...decreased vitreous liquid and increased...

We need to talk.

After you left last night,

I started doing research on unicorns

and I think we need to be careful.

Those tapestries at the museum that Mom took us to.

- Do you remember that? - What--

What-- No-- Uh, I don't know.

But, uhm, can we talk later?

This science stuff's important.

But early indicators, uh, indicate that the blood's

therapeutic characteristics

may very well relate to the horn itself.

- Oh, yeah? - How?

To say would be conjecture.

- Conject. - Conjecture is good.

We can work with conjecture.

I don't think anyone minds conjecting.

- Well the, um... - Seems to be

some sort of organ.

Uh, uh...

See, somehow it's still firing bioelectrical signals

to depolarize cells throughout the entire nervous system,

which is weird.

Yes, bioelectromagnetic conductivity

does seem unusual,

uh, potentially significant in compound 1-Delta.

Excuse me. Hi. Elliot Kintner, J.D.,

uh, subject one-- or well, two, actually.

Regardless, uh, made the discovery,

it's good to be working with you.

My question: what's that compound now?

Pulverized horn.

- We need to study it. -Oh.

But it's potentially more potent than the blood.

Well, what are we waiting for?

I say we pop that sucker off right away,

grind it up and get it crackin'.

Or is that-- Is that maybe,

maybe not what the move is...

For centuries,

the Cavitenos of the Philippines

have carried on a tradition

of burying their dead inside trees.

When the elder is ready,

they venture into nature to select it themselves.

If this doesn't work,

that may be the last earthly business for me to do.

No stone unturned, darling.

Wait, if what doesn't work?

Omelet, sir?

Thank you.

Sir, electromagnetic radiation

is still emanating from the horn.

But it's...

...stronger.

How are you feeling, sir?

Oh, I believe it's working. I do believe.

Of course it is, Odell. Of course.

Oh, yeah. No, I bet. It's working.

Working those tumors real good.

I want to thank you for this gift, Elliot.

The gift of certainty. To pass on,

to be buried, or in my case,

cryogenically frozen in a subterranean bunker,

but, regardless, to do so

knowing you've tried it all.

Thanks to you, I have.

I do wish I'd gone to space, though.

Yeah. Well, not many people have.

Whatever comes of this, you'll receive your royalty.

Understand?

Your discovery, your cut.

Perhaps, you'll become a partner in all of this.

Thank you, sir. I'd be grateful.

I know you would, amigo.

Did I tell you we're on Blackfoot land?

Their people express their thanks, grati--

Save your strength, Odell.

No one needs to hear about that.

Not now, not ever, darling.

Just-- That's it. Shhh.

He's fine.

Come on.

What's going on in here?

Uh, I'm researching, I guess.

Hmm.

What kind of researching?

Feedback's a good thing. Don't be afraid of it.

Right. Um, I don't know.

I... I guess I just kind of figured,

you know, what if people used to think

that unicorns were real because they actually were?

You know, like, we're the ones who got it wrong.

And I feel like if that's the case, then...

- Hmm. - ...what people used to

have to say about them is actually a lot more relevant

than what we think now.

Yeah, but this, this is all just bad faith

archaic misogynist bullshit. But some of this's actually...

- Totally. - I'll show you.

Tell you what, why don't we get you situated properly.

- Griff? - Yes?

Uh, my large format printer.

I was a real shutterbug

for a few months a couple years back

before I got into archery and that kinda...

- Um... - ...took over everything.

But, um...

why don't you organize your thoughts, you know,

print some of this stuff off,

and then we can present our research to my parents.

- What do you think? -Yeah. Uh,

I don't know. Yeah, I guess, I could, uh...

It doesn't have to be like a proper mood board or anything,

but I'm a visual thinker so...

Right.

Hmm. I can't wait to see it. Ridley.

Oh, and, uh, matte paper, yeah? Glossy's gauche.

Dad?

Hmm.

Odell. You look...

rested.

If these protein and tumor markers are accurate,

your cancer seems to be in some sort of, uh,

spontaneous remission.

What's that now?

We can't say anything definitive

and right now N only equals one.

But there's a chance this is possibly, uh--

It could be the, uh...

Cure for cancer?

Are you kidding me?

Cancer? That-- That's the biggest one.

It's a top three disease, easy.

Are you sure about that? I mean, you've checked

your math and chemistry and everything?

I mean, I just don't wanna get our hopes up, darling.

I no longer need hope now. I feel it.

It's gone, out of my body for good.

We've done it. We found my cure, Bella.

Oh.

Well, we can't say anything right now,

other than it's promising.

But we might be curing cancer here?

You hear that, Rid? Doing good.

I can feel every cell

- in my body buzzing... - What?

- ...vibrating... -What's wrong?

...on the universe's frequency.

I've never been so alive.

Oh, my God. They're gonna hate us

on the non-profit circuit.

Nice knowing ya, cancer charities, am I right?

Let's just slow down for a second.

No, dear. Now's the time to go fast.

We need to get that creature into HQ

to replicate that compound post-haste.

- Well-- But we can't. - Excuse me?

We can't reproduce this.

Oh, you gotta say something else, Song.

- He's not gonna like that. -These protein sequences

shouldn't exist, not even theoretically.

They'd be impossible to synthesize.

Whatever the cost, I don't care.

Do not touch those samples!

I wasn't. I was just looking at it.

If you gave us all the time

and all the resources in the world,

we couldn't reproduce this.

Sometimes, science can only be humbled in the face of nature.

For years, you've sworn that there's no treatment

for what ails me,

and yet when I find the cure myself,

you say you can't replicate it?

An opportunity for greatness,

for immortality, handed to you,

and all you can speak of is man's limitations?

Man has no limitations.

So if you can't recognize

the alchemical miracle on hand,

the potential for your legacy and mine,

then we may need a new head

of pharmaceutical fucking research!

I understand you're disappointed.

But you are still cured, so...

Net positive, I'd say.

So, this is it?

All we have?

It's like an NFT.

I've told you about that before.

Oh, I understand. Supply is scarce.

Demand will be high. I understand.

You got the Davos guest list handy?

Always. Let's prioritize anyone

who's had a public health scare.

The worse, the better.

And I'll mix up some drinks.

Finally get to show you that mixology, Pop.

Um, sorry. Can I help with whatever is happening?

Roll up your shirtsleeves, partner.

It's new, Priscilla.

It's not the sort of thing we...

Excuse me. I...

...would let the FDA get their grubby little hands on.

Just think of it as an investment

- in your and Mark's health. - Well, how do I sound?

Oh, great, 'cause I feel great.

How's the colon?

- No, no, no, no. -Excuse me.

Let me tell you about this new treatment.

Sir, can I just have a...

Yeah. No, it's extraordinary.

I just think MBS would think this is

a cool opportunity if you brought it to him.

...Unlike anything on the market.

Right, because we've partied before

and I know what he's like.

- Dad. Dad. -Wait, hold on--

Hold on just a second, Rid.

Three grams at two and a half.

Right. Okay. Two and a half at 300.

No, no, three at 2.5.

- Oh, sorry. Sorry. Yeah. - Sharp ears. Do better.

Uh, you're right. I apologize.

- What's going on? - Oh, my gosh.

I've never seen so much money before in my life.

I think this is gonna change things for us.

All right. Finish your prep!

-Holy shit. - Let's bag the beast to go

We're going wheels up ricky-tick.

So, my boy says the Crown Prince

and his cousin are gonna want an eight ball to start.

What?

I mean, uh, three and a half grams.

That's such an oddly specific number.

Yeah. I don't know. Weird, but that's what he said.

Wait, is this...

What? Every part of the buffalo.

Wish I had my bitters from home,

but it's an imperfect world. Kanpai.

The price is the price.

No, I won't be pushed around like some labor leader.

Good. My office will call.

You're right. This is absolutely delicious.

I haven't had this much fun

since we launched Fen-Phen in '94.

And I thought Etherium was a good investment.

Which it was, to be clear.

Uh, how are those numbers looking, El?

Uh, I don't know. I think we made, uh, a lot?

And still plenty of surplus for the family reserves.

Fuck yes. We're gonna live forever.

But we can't take it.

See, 'cause, look, I've been doing some research.

Well, isn't she enterprising?

So, the thing is

unicorns used to be seen differently, all right?

Hundreds and thousands of years ago,

they were seen as, like, these divine monsters,

but they were impossible to catch,

except everyone totally tried because, you know,

since forever, people fully believed

that they could heal literally anything.

Uh, yeah, welcome to, like, 10 minutes ago.

Yeah, I know,

which made me wanna check this research again

because it's right.

And Dad, do you remember when Mom took us

to see these tapestries?

No, no, I... I don't remember.

Yes, yes, yes, you do!

- What? - The Cloisters, remember?

- I don't. I'm sorry. I... - She said it was

her favorite museum when she was little.

She took us like a month after her diagnosis and it...

What does that have to do with anything?

Yeah. I'm sorry. Where are we going with this?

I have to admit, I'm a bit lost in the woods

on this one too, darling.

Just--

you just have to look at these tapestries, okay?

They're from the Middle Ages, they're literally famous

and they tell this whole story,

one that reoccurs over and over.

And, you know, people always thought

that they were a metaphor for Christ

and man's inherent corruption,

which actually makes sense in historical context

considering the church was commissioning

art-making as a way to enforce obedience.

But that doesn't matter. What matters is,

I don't think that we're supposed to have this, okay?

Because if unicorns are real, which we know that they are,

then these stories might be too.

And you expect us to alter course

and invest in a theory based on this?

Yeah. This has no flow, okay?

I told you to make a mood board, not a... shit board.

I, I don't get it.

What would you have us do, leave it outside to rot?

- Yes. -No.

- No one is suggesting that. -I am.

It's coming with us, sweetheart.

And it's gonna help a lot of people.

Well, not a lot of people.

But good people. Our people.

I am telling you right now, we can't.

Bad things will happen. I can feel it.

Doesn't that count for anything?

No?

The arrogance, to claim to know such things

that are unknowable. Does she represent

your family's interests in this venture?

I don't know what she's talking about, Odell.

I don't. I mean, she doesn't know

what she's talking about. Right?

I know that you are standing up

for your principles

and I am proud of you for it,

but we don't need to perform

for each other here and now, do we?

We've got time for bubbles before

we hit the airport, right?

Here's to being reborn.

Change in plans.

And here's hoping we kill Bigfoot on the way home, eh?

Oh, Sheppie.

Careful, Dr. Song.

That's your responsibility in transport.

Asset is on the move. Asset is on the...

Bloody comms.

Is the convoy prepped? Can anyone read me?

Why don't you go and have a look see?

Oh, rea--

Oh, okay. Right.

Hello?

Hey.

What happened?

Ugh. Ew.

- Bring it to us! -Come on! Let's go!

Sheppie, come!

Dawdle-fucking-not!

Open fire!

I'll just get out of your way.

Cease fire!

Ridley, go to the car! I'm coming!

Surround her! Take it down!

Fall back!

Help me! Help me!

Don't move.

Stay right there.

On three, run inside, okay?

We're not doing this right now.

- Alright. One... -No.

- ...two... - Stop counting.

...three, go!

Hey!

Are you okay?

Are you all right? Are you-- Are you hurt?

No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Got you.

The possibilities are absolutely extraordinary.

Listen, it's- you sure it didn't bite you?

No, I, I already said that I'm fine.

- If it has rabies... - I already said that I'm fine.

Or if you need shots, it might not...

Okay. But I told you something like this would happen

- and you chose not to listen. - I know. But, no, no, no, no.

- I already told you. - You didn't tell me anything.

Maybe if you'd had a more specific warning,

we could have left already.

How did you know it would be this way?

From your folkloric curricula?

- No, no. No, no, no. - I'm saying something.

Okay, 'cause it's not just the research.

Because yesterday, I touched its horn.

I kind of had like a vision or something.

I don't really know how to explain it,

but it, it felt like it was showing me something.

Go on, little sister. Regale me.

All I can say is, after that happened,

I feel connected to that thing,

like I have some sort of bond.

And the same thing with the bigger one.

And so you think that's why it didn't hurt you?

Yeah. I don't know. I think, maybe.

I think it wants us to just leave its baby and go.

It did attack when Dr. Song

was moving the young one,

so, yeah, she might have a...

I hear you. In fact, you've convinced me

that the only way to be as good of an advocate

for these creatures as you are

is to recover this wounded adult before it expires

so that I can understand

this experience of yours first-hand.

See, now we're talking sense.

You see how that feels different?

No, that's like the opposite of what I just said.

- Hey. - No bad ideas, Rid.

Not to be a size queen, as they say,

but that horn was rather girthsome.

Yes. And it was used to kill your guards!

And Dr. Dennis Young-Jo Song.

And wouldn't it be cruel to let them die in vain?

Think of that animal out there bleeding to death,

suffering, alone in the wilderness.

I feel very strongly that we can't just go out

and, and, and strip mine another one.

Come on.

They have cured everything that we've thrown at them.

So I'd say we have a moral imperative

to harvest every last one. Got it, horse girl?

Hey, easy.

He is crass,

but he's right.

We do this not for our own benefit,

but for the betterment of the world.

Hmm. Brava.

Medium rare as you requested, sir.

All right. Okay. You know what?

Just spitballing here, what if Ridley and I go home,

we take the, the little one with us,

you know, for safekeeping just in case...

So you'd retreat in the face of opportunity?

And here I thought you were invested, Elliot.

Sweat equity.

Oh, no, no. No, that's not what I...

I say, any man who abandons his partner

is no partner of mine.

If you can't see this through,

then it's certainly for the best.

That your services are no longer required

as my family's proxy.

You know what? Forget it.

It turns out there, there are bad ideas after all.

Let's, uh, let's do your thing.

What, what is your thing?

Pack your scran and call your nan!

Hunting party moves out in five!

Um, has anyone seen the bug spray?

So, uh, before Dr. Song...

uh- before what happened,

the electromagnetic detector went off

and Denny saw it. And he looked at me and, You know...

I think this has DEET in it if you...

Did you know the Maasai warriors

hunt lions with only a spear?

Remarkable rite of passage.

Reminds you of man's innate capacity, don't you think?

Hmm.

Me personally, I've only done it

with an automatic assault rifle.

Not unlike this model.

Oh, so you've, like, killed lions?

Oh, I certainly have, partner. Lions, elephants, great apes.

Right. Wow.

Hey, you know, regarding the whole partner thing,

it might be great to formalize some of that,

you know, just in case.

When we're back, amigo.

I'll get you fresh beads, sir.

-Do. -Disappointing news

but it seems like ole Griff

can't find my compound bow, so...

-Dad... - I thought now would be like

a perfect time for me to just hit the tub

- and start... -Do us a favor,

- save the excuses. -It's not an excuse.

Someone needs to stay here and brainstorm

how to brand away from the whole "unicorn murder" thing

and you know that's where I do my best thinking.

I don't care if that thing is dead out there,

you can't go with them.

We can't be a part of this anymore.

I have to keep our stake,

you know, staked down.

You were right, they're not great people, but...

...uh, I will tag along with them,

I'll watch them haul this corpse in,

and then you and I, you know, we'll finally be set.

If you go out there, I'm leaving.

This is a good thing.

What if Mom was able to get something like this?

They wouldn't even let her get near it.

Can you please, please just listen and not go?

Can you please stay with me?

Elliot, it's time to collect our spoils.

- I won't be long, all right? - Dad, no.

You'll thank me for this someday.

Misguided, but at least she's got

some intellectual rigor about her.

Tough loss.

Cuts deep, I bet.

Yeah.

But doesn't it feel like it's kind of

how he might've wanted to go, you know?

Not really, no.

But isn't it?

You know, in pursuit of science.

And so he's gone. What do we do now?

Do we sulk?

Lament?

Be weak?

I don't think that's what I'm doing.

Or do we keep pushing? Huh?

Keep pushing the science

and maintain his intellectual rigor...

- Can you put that down? - ...honor his life's work?

Or maybe he's not worth remembering?

Of course, he is.

Exactly.

And that's why I think

you need to get back in there,

get back to work, make him proud

and saw the horn off that fucking pony,

what do you say?

The h- I thought we were talking like

a commemorative plaque or something.

Oh, no, no. No, there's no time for that.

Horn first, then plaque. All right?

Sorry.

Just a little... little bit.

For science.

Ugh.

All right.

The unicorn is killed.

Then it's resurrected.

Then it's resurrected?

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Do us a favor. Save the excuses, Bhatia.

It's not an excuse, okay?

We tried.

But the horn, the organ, whatever it is,

it seems to be signaling for--

I mean, cellular swelling,

mitochondrial dysfunction,

all typical signs of postmortem decay

and decomposition.

They're not just slowing, they're reversing.

Hold the phone, Ponce de Leon.

You're saying it won't stay dead?

Maybe. Yeah, maybe.

- Maybe, yeah. yeah. - Yeah?

I want that horn in my hand.

- Hey. - Oh, shit.

- Shit. Sorry. - Oh, my God.

Sorry. Podcast.

Do you have a way to get in contact with them somehow?

Because I think that these things

might be able to, like, heal themselves

and that means my dad, Odell, Shaw...

- Yes, right. - ...they all-- They just need

to get back here now.

Okay. Um...

It...

Nothing from Odell, right?

Sorry.

Fuck!

- Hey, we gotta go right now. -Calm down.

What do the arrows mean?

Contact!

Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Tighten up.

Alert.

Oh, thank you.

Uh...

Odell?

Here.

Did you kill them?

Did I kill them?

Fucking unskilled labor.

Oh!

Okay then.

Just us.

Aren't you the most magnificent thing?

You like me, don't you?

I'm harmless.

That's it, amigo.

Just a little touch.

Now you can show me your secrets.

Come on.

That's right.

Now give me the horn.

If you'll just excuse me.

Pardon me, thank you.

He's gone. He's really finally gone.

There are two of them?

No, no, no, put that back.

My dad died for that thing.

Hey, you cannot go outside. I almost got killed out there.

This is how we stop people from getting killed.

We need to give their baby back.

Everyone needs to calm down!

We need to take control of the situation.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

What would Odell do?

Probably hire me to look after you

- and I'd call the police. - Relax. My dad only

brought you on to be the last line of plausible deniability.

This really isn't the best use of time.

- It's okay. - Fine, do it.

Make the call. Just give me a minute.

Well, you know so much.

Do they ever catch these things

in your draperies or needlepoint of stories?

No, I mean, yeah,

but the lore becomes more metaphorical or...

Wait, they're doing something

by the electrical equipment.

RCMP. Bonjour.

- Hello, hello, officer? - How can I help you?

Oh, thank God.

Hello. Hello. Hello?

Wait, what happened? What happened?

The cellular booster uses, um, house power.

The fuck was that? I'm trying to grieve in there!

Do you think that there was enough time to trace the call?

- How does tracing work? -Forget that.

We're taking this out and giving its child back.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The gate-- The gate is electric.

There's no point in us giving it back

if we're just gonna be trapped out there

with those things that killed Odell.

God damn it, Odie!

Someone has to access the gate's motor housing

in order to manually open it, ma'am.

So, unfortunately, until we do that,

no one is driving out of here.

Then we draw straws.

You're not drawing anything.

It's only fair.

Well, protective parenting aside,

I mean is chance really the best way

to decide anything?

Generally not very scientific, no.

Exactly. No, no.

First, we must ask ourselves, who is most familiar

with the gate?

That's right, that's right because, uh,

that would be the person

who has the greatest chance of, uh, succeeding, right?

- Yes. -Hang on a minute.

You can't just volunteer me to go out there.

Years of service and we have never asked

anything of you except this.

Well, that's not true, and even if it were...

Or we could vote on it.

- I vote for Griff. - Seconded.

- I vote for not Griff. - Thank you. As do I.

Yes. But sweetie, you're not even 21 yet.

- So? - You know,

it's not particularly complicated.

It's not like I'm the fucking gate guy!

Although, in this instance,

it kind of seems like you are though, right?

Everything I've done for your family

and this is my severance?

I have kids.

You do?

Oh, you do. I knew that.

You are the most familiar with it.

This isn't okay.

We voted, Griffin. Democracy wins.

You get the gate, we get the car.

Now, who'll take the dead one out?

Can you give me a hand?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

You did what you had to do. I get it.

You and me, we prioritize the same thing, you know.

- Our careers. - Families.

Uh, right. Well, I mean, you know.

That's who the career benefits. Yeah.

Sure. All I'm saying is...

we have to take care of our own

because if you plan on them doing it for you...

All right. Chop-chop, time to go.

-Good luck out there. - Yeah, very helpful.

Thank you.

You should be okay once they see the baby.

He's in the tunnel.

We'll drive down and get you

as soon as the gates open, okay?

You're gonna do great.

You do have the greatest chance of success...

You are most familiar with the gate.

All right. Let's go. Which car do we take?

How am I supposed to know?

You have the keys.

That one.

Oh, shit.

Oh, sweetheart, I'll be back for you.

I promise you.

Hey, Ridley, come on.

Hey, we gotta go!

Wait, where's Shep?

Seriously? Tell him to hurry.

Just wait. Shepard, what the fuck?

Shep, we are leaving now!

I'm coming, Mother.

Oh, shit.

On behalf of the humans,

we hope, uh, this makes things cool.

Griff?

Ridley! What do I do?

I really don't understand.

This is what they wanted. It's...

Face it. There's no negotiating with monsters.

Oh!

Where did they go?

Hey, coast is clear. Let's go.

Fuck this!

So much for that fucking theory.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I thought I understood.

We're not gonna defeat them in the marketplace of ideas,

which is why I did the work.

I figured out their weakness. You're all very welcome.

Well, are you gonna share it with us?

- Out with it. -I revisited

my research and a recurrent trope

in the medieval discourse, as it were,

happens to be that unicorns, historically speaking,

can only be trapped by one thing,

and I think Ridley here knows what that is,

a pure-hearted maiden.

Wait, I'm sorry. What are you saying?

I, I don't know how you come up

with these ideas, Sheppy.

Research. That's how I get my ideas, Mom.

And you were always dismissing them.

This is about Dad's legacy, this is about...

He's right.

He's right. It's my fault. I misunderstood.

No, no, no, no. Oh, honey, no.

It's my fault. It's... It's all my fault. It's...

I don't get it. What do they want?

We're running out of time, all right?

You need to listen to logic. You need to listen to reason.

That is the only way we're making out of this alive.

There is a recognizable,

- pancultural pattern across... - Wait here.

...a variety of folkloric hunt/capture narratives.

Are you snorting that shit?

And if we're serious about-- Yes, yes, I am.

Serious about surviving this thing,

then we have to be prepared to use her as bait.

You understand?

But you were on the wagon.

I thought you were doing so well.

- I am doing well! - Shepard, Belinda.

Ah. Elliot, there you are.

Tell her to get ready to make herself useful.

She might have to assume a position or something.

Oh, no, sorry, she doesn't work for you.

Not directly, no.

No, actually, you know what? I'm afraid the time has come

for me to tender my resignation.

In our family's hour of need?

And you call yourself an attorney?

Do your vows mean nothing?

Best of luck in...

...your, uh, continued survival.

They're coming for us.

Okay. We're getting out of here.

Are you vaping? Do you vape?

No.

Sheppie, please.

We underestimated it.

More than I ever could have possibly imagined.

I feel it, in my mind,

sanctifying me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Baby, we gotta go. We gotta go.

I know what we have to do.

All right. No matter what happens,

don't stop running till you get to the car.

- We'll ram the gate. - Okay.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Let's not make this

- into a whole big thing. - Hey, let go!

No, no, no. This is for the greater good.

Get the fuck off me! You fascist.

Shepples, I don't know.

Shepard, come on. Come on.

Whoa!

Kitchen door. Kitchen door. Go.

No!

Stay there.

What?

Come on.

I- I don't think it saw us.

No. I think--

Aw.

Man, Griff did find my bow.

Now, I feel bad.

Listen, if this is the end, baby,

- I want-- - I need to think. Okay.

Maybe if I filed off a little bit more

- of this horn. - Wait.

Your dad's oxygen.

Can we blow it up with this? Isn't that a thing?

Yes. Pressurized oxygen is flammable

and if it combusts, then it will explode.

- But that's... - How do you know that?

You don't know that.

You don't get it, Mom.

This is inside my brain. It's firing my shit up.

I'm a genius now, okay?

That will destroy our golden goose.

We don't need to do that because I want a goose farm.

So they'll come to her and then-- Open this.

And then we pen them in and we force them to breed,

then they'll be ours.

What the shit is this shit?

Oh.

They're gonna kill us.

I don't understand why they would do this to me.

I think I made a mistake.

What the fuck were you thinking?

I don't know. I--

I was afraid we'd get nothing.

How could you do that to us?

Because I promised her.

I sat in that hospital room and I swore to her

that I would do whatever I had to to take care of you,

to make sure that you didn't want for anything.

And that's on me.

Every decision, every day.

But I failed you both.

And you don't seem to need the things

I thought I was giving you, so--

Actually, maybe they were just for me after all.

Either way, I--

I'm sorry I'm the one you're stuck with.

If we don't make it out of here,

my sweet darling boy,

just know, despite...

Shut the fuck up.

Do you hear that?

I think it's in the kitchen.

I think it might be leaving.

Mommy!

No!

Mom!

When I touched the horn...

I think Mom was there.

I saw...

No!

- Go to the car. Get out. - Dad, no. Please!

Please! You can't do this.

No.

I love you.

Dad!

Do it, Sheppie.

Do it, Sheppie.

Please... forgive me.

Holy shit.

Don't move.

I didn't actually to take that many lessons with this thing.

Come on.

Hmm.

I don't think you wanna do this.

You don't know that. Face the front.

You don't know anything.

This is my destiny.

Stay right there. Don't move.

Yes, I fucking knew it would work.

I'm the businessman now, Dad.

Okay.

Okay. You proved everyone wrong.

Now can you please, please just let me go?

Shut up. Shut up.

Please.

Dad?

That's it. The future's ours now, Elliot.

50/50.

You earned this, eh?

Good job, partner.

I knew you had potential.

We'll finish tying these things up,

get 'em locked away,

breeding can start first thing Monday.

There's so much to do, but they're ours now, Elliot.

We'll own them forever.

Oh, my God!

What the fuck were you thinking?

I... I don't know. Ahh.

I didn't really plan it out.

We need to get you help.

It isn't good.

It looks bad.

I need to put pressure on it.

I-- I couldn't let him do it.

I need the horn.

I need the flesh.

I think it went deep. Where's your phone?

I need the blood.

Oh, fuck.

We... We... We need to get you help.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's not okay. You're... You're bleeding out.

Hey, tell me,

tell me, please.

What did they show you?

I don't know. I... I...

I was standing in the road with you

and I was swept up in some kind of current.

It was like a river

and it was taking me somewhere.

And even though I didn't know

what I would find when I got there,

I wasn't afraid,

because I had this sense,

I had this feeling in the dark

that they were showing me where they came from,

but not just them, us too.

And I think it's where we've always been heading back to.

Where a part of Mom was already waiting.

In a place where we don't have to worry

about what we didn't figure out

while we were here.

I don't know. I wasn't there for very long.

I hope you're right.

Maybe...

I'll be there... waiting.

I don't--

What, what...

What?

They were just this way.

Fuck.

Real bloodbath

up at the Leopold Ranch, Chief.

Bringin' survivors in for statements.

But I got a feeling you're not gonna believe them.

Well, then that would make them suspects.

- Over. -Roger that.

You two better have a good lawyer.

I know this weekend didn't go how you wanted it to and all,

but wherever they take us, we're gonna be okay.

I know.

I saw it too.

What the heck?

Sorry. Sorry.