All language subtitles for Death of a Unicorn

Sorry about the delays today,

folks, but ground
control is telling me

it is 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 are 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 am 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...

♪ Beetles and eggs and blues ♪

♪ And pour a little
everything else ♪

♪ You steam a lens
stable Eyes and glass ♪

♪ Not get pissed off through ♪

♪ My bird lips as good news ♪

♪ Still we can ♪

I think I am frozen here because

it is been saying six minutes.

I know we are 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 do not have any reception.
I can't--

Well, if you do not 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 are here to enjoy yourself.

That is definitely not...
why I am here.

Yeah. But you still can, right?

Huh? Take in some nature,

maybe join me on a trail run?

Or not.

But it is your loss.

The mountains this far north,

pristine. Truly.
Untouched by man.

Look, I get you do not 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,

cecause of everything
that is happened to us.

Because of everything
that is happened to us?

Yeah.

Or are you just talking
about the one thing?

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

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

...that you have got going on
with your bosses. That is all.

No. That is 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 do not know, you
probably would have to give

notes on it and we need
some more time for that.

Okay. That is 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 is 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 am named proxy and I

sit on this board
for five, six years,

ten tops, then I
will earn enough

to make sure that we are okay

no matter what hits us, alright?

Right.

- Uh. Odell.
- It is 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 am so
sorry about this, Mr. Leopold.

- We-- It is 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 is disgusting.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

You couldn't watch
the fucking road?

Uh... It is okay.
It is okay. We are okay.

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

What the fuck was that?

I do not think it is dead.

Just wait there.

What?

What?

What, uh, I mean, uh...

It is suffering.

You, you think it
is 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 am late and
I am going to prison.

Ridley, are you okay?

Let go!

Ridley!

Stop! Stop!

Sorry we are 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 is a joke.
I got it from here, Shaw.

Such a card, Shepard.

I am so sorry we are late.

How are you? Your folks here?

Do not 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 are evacuating them.

Or are we vaccinating them?

It is 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 are
all making sacrifices.

Ah, here he is.

And we'd almost
assumed the worst.

I am 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 do not 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 do not 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 am 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 are
free to pursue your, uh...

My diversified portfolio of
entrepreneurial activities.

Yeah, we all know.

Hard sciences never could
much contain my interests.

That is right, Sheppie.

Exactly. So, no surprises here.

- And...
- Sit down.

Oh. Um...

Well, um, once I
am 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?

I...

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 is 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 is
studying at university.

Art history.

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

Uh, undecided, um, maybe.

Dad?

Sorry.

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

They will not 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 is calling
out to me. I can feel it.

Okay. Look, it is dead.
It is 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 am so sorry.

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

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

So I am thinking I should just

drive her back to
the airport. Now.

What is wrong?
What is going on here?

Is this some sort
of negotiating tactic?

No, it is 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 are 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 is 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 am fine.

I, just, there's...

No, you do not have to...

Mr. Leopold, sir.

Yes? Uh, what is it?

You know, I am 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 is 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 do not 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 is 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 is 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 is right.

Your...

Your, your face.

What is it?

It is a face. What?

It is my acne.

But, darling, you do
not have any acne.

Not anymore.

And how are you feeling?

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

No.

And you have 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 am sorry, my
child, but this will

have to go
governmental, I am afraid.

And that means
military, doesn't it?

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

Or perhaps you are 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 is 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 are 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 am 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 do not 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, cecause you are looking
at me like I am fucking crazy.

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

Look, I want-- I want to hear,
but you are 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 do not think

we are 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 do not 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 am 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 have
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 is all our meat
now, I suppose.

That it is.

Tell you what.

Why do not 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 is okay.

Griff! Get Elliot a suit!

Oh, oh, no, no, really.
It's, it is 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 is her deal by the way?

She doesn't really
like you, huh?

What? No.
Why would you say that?

I do not know
cecause it seems like it.

I mean, no offense meant, El.

Why do not 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 is 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 will not 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 do not 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 do not think anyone
minds conjecting.

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

some sort of organ.

Uh, uh...

See, somehow it is 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 is good to be
working with you.

My question: what is
that compound now?

Pulverized horn.

- We need to study it.
- Oh.

But it is 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 is working.
I do believe.

Of course it is, Odell.
Of course.

Oh, yeah. No, I bet.
It is 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 have 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 will receive your royalty.

Understand?

Your discovery, your cut.

Perhaps, you will become
a partner in all of this.

Thank you, sir. I'd be grateful.

I know you would, amigo.

Did I tell you we are
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 is it. Shhh.

He is fine.

Come on.

What is going on in here?

Uh, I am researching, I guess.

Hmm.

What kind of researching?

Feedback's a good thing.
Do not be afraid of it.

Right. Um, I do not 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 are
the ones who got it wrong.

And I feel like if that
is 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 will show you.

Tell you what, why do not
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 do not 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 do not know.
Yeah, I guess, I could, uh...

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

or anything, but I am
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 is 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 is the biggest one.

It is a top three disease, easy.

Are you sure about
that? I mean, you have

checked your math and
chemistry and everything?

I mean, I just do not wanna
get our hopes up, darling.

I no longer need
hope now. I feel it.

It is 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 is 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 is wrong?

...on the universe's frequency.

I have never been so alive.

Oh, my God.
They are 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 is not gonna like that.
- These protein sequences

shouldn't exist, not
even theoretically.

They'd be impossible
to synthesize.

Whatever the
cost, I do not 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 have 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
are disappointed.

But you are still cured, so...

Net positive, I'd say.

So, this is it?

All we have?

It is like an NFT.

I have 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 is had a
public health scare.

The worse, the better.

And I will 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 is new, Priscilla.

It is 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, cecause 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 is 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 is 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 are right. I apologize.

- What is going on?
- Oh, my gosh.

I have 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 are 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 is such an
oddly specific number.

Yeah. I do not know. Weird,
but that is what he said.

Wait, is this...

What? Every part of the buffalo.

Wish I had my bitters from home,

but it is an imperfect
world. Kanpai.

The price is the price.

No, I will not be pushed
around like some labor leader.

Good. My office will call.

You are 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 do not know.
I think we made, uh, a lot?

And still plenty of surplus
for the family reserves.

Fuck yes.
We are gonna live forever.

But we can't take it.

See, 'cause, look, I have
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 is right.

And Dad, do you remember when

Mom took us to
see these tapestries?

No, no, I... I do not remember.

Yes, yes, yes, you do!

- What?
- The Cloisters, remember?

- I don't. I am 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 am sorry.
Where are we going with this?

I have to admit,
I am a bit lost in

the woods on this
one too, darling.

Just--

you just have to look at
these tapestries, okay?

They are from the
Middle Ages, they are

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 do not 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 do not get it.

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

- Yes.
- No.

- No one is suggesting that.
- I am.

It is coming with us, sweetheart.

And it is 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 do not know what she
is 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 do not
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 is your
responsibility in transport.

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

Bloody comms.

Is the convoy prepped?
Can anyone read me?

Why do not you go
and have a look see?

Oh, rea--

Oh, okay. Right.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

What happened?

Ugh. Ew.

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

Sheppie, come!

Dawdle-fucking-not!

Open fire!

I will just get out of your way.

Cease fire!

Ridley, go to the car!
I am coming!

Surround her! Take it down!

Fall back!

Help me! Help me!

Do not move.

Stay right there.

On three, run inside, okay?

We are 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 am fine, I am 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 am fine.

- If it has rabies...
- I already said that I am 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 am saying something.

Okay, cecause it is
not just the research.

Because yesterday,
I touched its horn.

I kind of had like a
vision or something.

I do not 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
is why it didn't hurt you?

Yeah. I do not 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 have 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 are talking sense.

You see how that
feels different?

No, that is 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 is 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 is 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 is 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, do not you think?

Hmm.

Me personally, I have 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 are back, amigo.

I will 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 is not an excuse.

Someone needs to stay
here and brainstorm how to

brand away from the
whole "unicorn murder" thing

and you know that is
where I do my best thinking.

I do not 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 are
not great people, but...

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

I will watch them
haul this corpse in, and

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

If you go out
there, I am 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 is time to
collect our spoils.

- I will not be long, all right?
- Dad, no.

You will thank me
for this someday.

Misguided, but
at least she is got

some intellectual
rigor about her.

Tough loss.

Cuts deep, I bet.

Yeah.

But doesn't it feel
like it is 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 is gone.
What do we do now?

Do we sulk?

Lament?

Be weak?

I do not think that
is what I am 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 is not
worth remembering?

Of course, he is.

Exactly.

And that is 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 is resurrected.

Then it is resurrected?

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Do us a favor.
Save the excuses, Bhatia.

It is 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 are not just
slowing, they are reversing.

Hold the phone, Ponce de Leon.

You are saying it
will not 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!

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, do not you?

I am harmless.

That is it, amigo.

Just a little touch.

Now you can show
me your secrets.

Come on.

That is right.

Now give me the horn.

If you will just excuse me.

Pardon me, thank you.

He is gone.
He is 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 are 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 is 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 are 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 am trying to grieve in there!

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

- How does tracing work?
- Forget that.

We are 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 are 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 are not drawing anything.

It is 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 is right, that
is 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 is 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
are not even 21 yet.

- So?
- You know,

it is not particularly
complicated.

It is not like I am
the fucking gate guy!

Although, in this
instance, it kind

of seems like you
are though, right?

Everything I have 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 is who the
career benefits. Yeah.

Sure. All I am 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 is in the tunnel.

We'll drive down and get you

as soon as the gates open, okay?

You are 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
will be back for you.

I promise you.

Hey, Ridley, come on.

Hey, we gotta go!

Wait, where is Shep?

Seriously? Tell him to hurry.

Just wait.
Shepard, what the fuck?

Shep, we are leaving now!

I am coming, Mother.

Oh, shit.

On behalf of the humans,

we hope, uh, this
makes things cool.

Griff?

Ridley! What do I do?

I really do not 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 am sorry. I am sorry.
I thought I understood.

We are not gonna defeat
them in the marketplace

of ideas, which is
why I did the work.

I figured out their weakness.
You are 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 am sorry.
What are you saying?

I, I do not know how you come

up with these ideas, Sheppy.

Research. That is how
I get my ideas, Mom.

And you were always
dismissing them.

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

He is right.

He is right. It is my fault.
I misunderstood.

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

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

I do not get it.
What do they want?

We are 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 are 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 am 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 are coming for us.

Okay.
We are 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, do

not 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 do not know.

Shepard, come on. Come on.

Whoa!

Kitchen door. Kitchen door. Go.

No!

Stay there.

What?

Come on.

I- I do not 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 do not know that.

You do not get it, Mom.

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

I am a genius now, okay?

That will destroy
our golden goose.

We do not 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 are gonna kill us.

I do not understand why
they would do this to me.

I think I made a mistake.

What the fuck were you thinking?

I do not 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 is on me.

Every decision, every day.

But I failed you both.

And you do not 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 am sorry I am the
one you are stuck with.

If we do not make it out of

here, my sweet darling boy,

just know, despite...

Shut the fuck up.

Do you hear that?

I think it is 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.

Do not move.

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

Come on.

Hmm.

I do not think you
wanna do this.

You do not know that.
Face the front.

You do not know anything.

This is my destiny.

Stay right there. Do not move.

Yes, I fucking
knew it would work.

I am 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 is 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 are ours now, Elliot.

We'll own them forever.

Oh, my God!

What the fuck were you thinking?

I... I do not 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 is your phone?

I need the blood.

Oh, fuck.

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

It is okay. It is okay.

It is not okay. You're...
You are bleeding out.

Hey, tell me,

tell me, please.

What did they show you?

I do not 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 is where we've
always been heading back to.

Where a part of Mom
was already waiting.

In a place where
we do not have to

worry about what
we didn't figure out

while we were here.

I do not know.
I wasn't there for very long.

I hope you are right.

Maybe...

I will 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
are 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 are gonna be okay.

I know.

I saw it too.

What the heck?

Sorry. Sorry.