All language subtitles for Day.5.S02E04.1080p.BluRay.x264-OUIJA

It's about time.

Sorry, this mom brought her
eight year old son in

right as I was leaving.

The kid had not one, not three...

but two crayons lodged up
his upper sinus cavity.

I mean, his nose was literally
running purple.

And why would he do that?

I don't know. I hear that
magenta gets you pretty high.

Anyway, come here. I got you
something. I got us something.

A goldfish?

Alright the kid conversation
is on hold.

You don't want a dog,
I do not want a cat so...

A compromise fish.

I thought it might make us
feel more like a little family.

You know? You... Me...
Our weird looking baby.

He's cute.

It's a she.

How can you tell?

I can't. But I already
named her so... This is Diana.

Princess of Wales?

Nyad. Much better swimmer.

Perfect.

- Babe, no not in front of the kid.
- Oh, she can handle it.

No seriously, though, she
needs fresh water or she'll die.

Right.

Hey. Aw.
Aw. Does she make you happy?

- Yeah.
- You liked it?

Hey, Diana.

Hey girl.

Mmm, Oh my God.

Shit!

I'm right here.

I can explain.
It's not what it looks like.

You were gonna replace her
and not tell me?

It is what it looks like.

It's okay. You know what?
It's fine. I forgive you.

But only because I did the exact
same thing last month.

Yeah. When you went to Mary's play.

And it happened last Friday too.
It's a double homicide.

This is my fourth.

- What?
- Yeah.

Six fish?!

Oh my god!

Oh no, it's a killing spree.

And you want to have a kid?

No, no, no, we would be so
much better with actual children.

Yeah, I think we would only kill three
off before we got the hang of it.

But you know those three
would be the lucky ones.

Look, come here. I don't care

how many fish we kill off
or how many kids we kill off.

As long as we're together.
As far as I'm concerned...

We're already a family.

- Peanuts, pretzels?
- I'm fine.

You sure? I made them myself.

Doesn't help your case.

And for you, young lady,
what can I get for you?

What do you have from first class?

You need to tell me what
happened at the facility.

About what happened to Lex.

The glass shattered under my skin.
Still got some pieces in me.

- Abrams!
- Didn't you two break up?

Answer the fucking question.

Jalapeno chips. Then I'll talk.

Stewardess, can I get some jalapeño
chips for the shiny asshole on row 9?

I'm on It.
We pride ourselves with service.

Alright, look.
After the first attack...

the one that so abruptly
ended our friendship,

we got hit again.

I guess having kids as lab rats
makes you a few enemies.

Whiny parents I can deal with.

I've been dealing with them
my entire professional life.

This was something different.
They were targeting the research.

Autopilot is up, so...
What'd I miss?

The sacking of Rome.

They wiped us out. Very precise.

Computers, lab results,
everything... all gone.

And the personnel?

They took out the guards first.

Then they flooded the building
with some kind of aerosol incapacitant.

Knock-out gas.
Kolokel, maybe, I dunno.

The Russians have a
hard-on to that shit.

The ones who avoided the gas
were herded towards the exits,

where they were promptly shot down.

It was very strategic.
Surgical, even.

Look, I don't know what
happened to Lex, okay?

Maybe she got out.
But I doubt it.

Eventually I had to worry
about my own ass.

At what point was that? Birth?

Look, this may come as a shock...
but you and I have the same goal.

It's just one of us understands
how much it's going to cost.

Who were they?

I don't know. Only saw one of them.
Some Rambo bitch.

Had a gas mask on,
I only got glimpses. Blonde.

Tattooed. Angry.
Kind of chick Jake would bang.

Who was she?

Was it a boat tattoo?

How did you know that?

There was this woman with us.

Said she was a marine sniper,
went by Meredith.

Except, she died... didn't she?

No, she was laying right next to me.

Or maybe not.

She wasn't there.
Your recording said three companions,

but there were only two bodies.

What does all this mean?

If I had to guess...

I'd say we've officially
met the opposition.

Turbulence.

You said it.

Hey, hey. Good morning.

Wake up!

Where are we?

We're safe.
I didn't think we'd wake up.

Yes, this is Dinky-di.

It's bad Australian.
Just means it's the real deal.

Hey.

I can't believe this is real.

Thanks for getting us inside.

Happy to help.

Besides, a few days ago,
I was just like you.

Exhausted. Alone.

Friends and family dead
with nowhere to go.

Then, I just felt this power
calling me to the desert.

Went out and started walking.

I walked miles and miles
through the blazing sun.

And I found nothing but sand.

I couldn't take it. I collapsed.

And that is when I heard it,

the black spirit just
whispering in my ear,

"Go to sleep...
just go to sleep," he said.

So I laid my head down, ready...

when suddenly a white chariot
emerged from the sky so bright

I was blinded by it.

And from that chariot,
a figure emerged.

Was this God? An angel?
I didn't know.

But he looked down on me.

Touched my shoulder and said,
"You can sleep now."

And so I did.

Certain I would never wake up.

But I awoke. I was safe.
The Sandman saved me.

Gave me his protection.

I'm just glad I was able
to protect you, too.

Enjoying the show?

Not exactly.

You've got a voyeur.

You, again.

Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to disturb you.

I was just walking by and I
heard you telling your story.

It's pretty incredible.
Yeah, I know.

I've traveled the world
the last few days.

I've Seen a lot of bullshit.

This is nothing like that.

You're actually saving people.

Yeah, well, I'm just the messenger.

I know.
I actually have a message.

Okay.

I can help you guys.

Rations, necessities.
I can help you source them.

I can help you set up the supply lines.

Get you stocked up and organized.

I've worked for refugee camps
for a number of years.

And I can really be useful to you guys.

Alright, meet me outside his tent.

Thirty minutes.

- Thank you.
- You know what?

Better make it forty-five.

Where'd you learn that?

Let me guess,
Afghanistan or some shit.

Grad school.

Another place I have yet to visit.

Yeah, well, you didn't miss much.
In either place.

Well, c'mon I'm sure you learned
something useful while you were there.

Yeah. How to drink.

You know I'm slowly coming
around to the uppers.

You got the good addiction.

Aw, thanks.
It's not like I'm a real addict.

It's more of a seasonal hobby.

Oh yeah, a hobby? Well, what'd
you do professionally then?

I just delivered mail,
packages and shit.

Wait, you were a mailman?

No, no, like UPS.
And part time not full time.

Wait, you were a part-time mailman?

Did you where the
little brown shorts too?

Yes.

Oh, I'm so sorry

I'm not some super successful
yuppy journalist.

Can we just appreciate the fact
that we're both part of dying art forms?

I can appreciate that.

You know,
War Correspondent is basically just

Ivy League code for
"functioning type A alcoholic."

Move.

Wakey wakey Ellis.

Don't want to slip into Slumberland.

Let's you and me take a ride
on a roller coaster.

That'd be fun. Don't be afraid.

The air is always much smoother
when you go down.

Jim, no. No, Jim, no!

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

I think we're through the turbulence.

I gotta take my Abrams time in doses.

All assholes in moderation.

Sounds like good doctorly advice.

Your arm is looking pretty bad.

Do you want me to change
that bandage for you?

No, I'm alright.

Okay.

A big part of me wants to turn
this plane around and find Meredith.

Track her down.

I know the feeling. Too many trails.

Gotta choose the one
we're willing to die chasing.

Yeah.

- Here we are.
- What's this?

You said you wanted to be useful.
Right?

- Yeah.
- That's what we need.

Japanese Whiskey.
Bottles of premium sparkling water.

Buckwheat pillow. Gummy worms.

It's wonderful that you can read.
You'll need that.

This isn't exactly what I had
in mind when I said "helping."

Maybe if I could just talk
to him and explain him...

He doesn't take visitors, alright?

And you'll be delivering
the supplies there.

What is this?
Some kind of outpost or something?

All will be revealed as he chooses.

You can take one of the smaller
perimeter trucks.

There's a store about
thirty minutes east.

It'll have what you need.
Good luck.

Just going to get my shirt.

At least someone
has good taste in booze.

I'm saving this for
when I can drink again.

Hmmm. May I?

Not gonna lie, kind of turning me on.

And here I thought I was kind
of turning you on.

Long flight.

Still a ways to go.

Gotta pass the time.

Better not fall asleep.

- We can't cum.
- I know.

Good. Cause it releases pheromones
that'll put you to sleep.

Yeah, actually
pheromones are... never mind.

- I think you're very special.
- Thanks.

- Harder.
- Okay.

- Seriously, you can't cum.
- I won't.

Like you can't or you don't...

This isn't doing it for me.

- Is there something...
- No. Stop talking and fuck me.

Okay. Yeah. Cool.

Aww, sweet.

Aww... Fuck.

Oh, hell yeah.

You okay?

I need to get in here.

Occupied.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Roommates.

Hey, something's wrong with him!

Sam? Oh, Jesus!

Were you guys having sex?

- No.
- I got you buddy just...

- Ally?
- I'm sorry. I just...

Something's wrong...

What's happening?

Oh fuck.
I know exactly what's fucking happening.

We're having fucking withdrawals!

Ding ding! We have a winner!

- Your drug.
- Wasn't me.

No, it's everything we stopped taking.
Adderal, adrenaline, crystal, coke.

Fuck we've only been here
for fucking days.

And my drug took you off of it.

- Wait, you gave the kid coke?
- Just a little.

Badass.

- I'm not a kid.
- Sorry.

Alright, what do you have left?

Nothing hard.

We've been taking the sleep drug
the last few days.

God, I can't believe
I didn't think of this!

This is the junkie 101. Fuck!

Ally, should we take another sleep dose?

They'll just have to push through it.

I'm going to go talk to the pilot.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Alright guys, hang tight.

Fucking withdrawals.

I take it this is your first
time smoking?

Nah, but I'm trying to quit.

Down to a pack a day.
Does this make me look cool?

Veritable James Dean.

Alright, gonna be some pricks.

A little makeshift acupuncture
always helps with the shakes.

Hurts just right.

Pre-emptive strike.
Isn't sharing needles bad?

Banking on the kid not having aids.

No, no, I'm good, thanks.

It's kind of nice to not be
the doctor for once.

Fuck the TSA.

What the hell?

Good luck on the other side doll.

Hey boys.

Staying awake with rabies, huh?

Stay, yes, stay.

Okay. We can do a dose of sleep.

I'll do it. You're the patient
now, remember?

You sure you're feeling up for it?

There you go.

Yeah. I'm good.

- Okay.
- Alright.

You know, if we get through this...
I may make for a good drug addict.

Or a good doctor.

Doctor Samuel.

Say, do you trust me?

You're smart enough to know
that I'm more valuable alive than dead.

Also, I'd haunt the fuck out of you.

Do you believe in ghosts?

No, but in this case,
I'd make an exception.

Well, I don't believe in
ghosts either.

It's a collaboration.
One I'm going to win.

- Your turn.
- Oh, I'll do it.

That right. You guys don't eat.
Do you?

You know rabies used to be
called Hydrophobia?

Yeah that's right boys.

Even the sight of water...
can induce panic.

Or so we hope.

Fuck you puppies.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey. God...

I keep hoping that stuff is
going to get better.

Makes sense he'd create a
drug that somehow made

this reality seem pleasant.

- Should we wake him?
- Right.

What kind of nightmares
do you think a sociopath has?

Pleasant dreams?

Always.

Your turn buddy.

Nope. Jake already got me
when you all were out.

Great.

You need to rest.

Told you, I already did.

Right.

Where'd you get that?

I found it in the back.

Still able to access
the on-board movie catalogue.

It's mostly old stuff.

I hate airplane movies.

All this "edited for content" bullshit.

Cuts out all the fun stuff.

Hey? Do they have
the Dirty Harry movies on there?

They never have the fifth one.

Not even on DVD, they always
leave out. The Dead Pool.

Oh my god they do have it.
You've seen it right?

No.

Dude, it's fucking awesome.

Liam Neeson and Jim Carrey
and one of the best car

chase scenes I've ever seen
in my entire life.

So...

Dirty Harry is being chased
through the hills

of San Francisco by a remote
controlled toy car.

Except the car has a bomb on it
and it is buzzing right on his feet

and right before he's about to get to...

You're being a complete
fucking dumb-ass, you know that?

You want to survive this, right?
At least I thought you did.

You're being distracted and
taking stupid-ass risks.

When we're this close.

This close to what?

No one even knows if we're
going to find this place.

And if we don't, at least,
shit we had some fun before we failed.

You had some fun.

Is this about you getting laid?

Is that what you think this is about?

Maybe?

You're right, there's a good
chance we don't make it.

But if we don't,
I'd rather spend my time with a friend.

You know why Dirty Harry
sucks at his job?

He gets his partners killed.

Goddammit.

Guys look, I'm going to set it
to you straight.

I was hoping for flat desert,
but that's not what we got.

The closest road to land on
is about twenty miles away.

So with the fuel we got left,
we got two options.

Option one, land the plane
safely on the road,

find transportation...

and spend the next few hours
trying to navigate our way back.

And option number two?

Option two, I crash in the desert.

If we survive...

We'll be a fifteen minute walk
from the safe sleep zone.

Are you a good pilot?

Doesn't matter if I'm a good pilot,
crash landing is risky.

But I am a good pilot.

We're in day six without proper sleep.

We don't have time to be
navigating throughout the desert.

I'm for crashing.

So let me get this straight...

you're considering crashing
for a place that might not even exist.

We'll be stranded.

Sounds like we'll be fucked
either way.

This way we'll know sooner.

I got five minutes
and I got to start landing.

So who's in for a hard landing?

- Jake!
- What? It's a vote.

It's 50-50 either way.

That's better odds than
you gave before.

It's a good point.

Okay.

Alright. Buckle up!

Put your belt on.

Have you ever been in
a plane crash before?

- Nope.
- Cool.

Always nice to experience
something new together.

Gets out of a first date.

Okay folks, we are now
making our final descent

to The Sandman.

I estimate arrival in five minutes

and it's going to be bumpy
so protect your fucking head.

Unconscious is the new dead.

Okay.

Easy does it.

We'll be fine.
Ellis knows what he's doing.

I guess a plane crash
is a cool way to go.

Yeah.

Pull up!

Ellis? 80 you did wanna ride
the roller-coaster with me.

Shut your goddamn mouth Ponoco!

Aw. Don't be like that.
This is the fun part.

- Did we land?
- Yeah.

Thank you for flying
Ellis Airlines.

Please feel free to get
the fuck off this airplane.

Oh my god.

Sam c'mon. Go. C'mon.

We getting close?

Should be.

Just in time for a nice long nap.

Yeah, if it's there.

Don't worry,
I've got a good feeling about it.

Doctor, I was wondering,
do you know why you hate me?

I don't know.
Because you murdered children?

Because you tried to kill Sam?
Because you're a sociopath?

That's what you dislike me.
I asked why you hate me.

Yeah? Please enlighten me.

Because blaming me for abandoning Lex
is a lot easier than blaming yourself.

Should be just over that ridge.

What... what is it?

The end.

The camp moves.

Hi. You made it.

Yeah, well... I was in the
neighborhood.

Hello.

Seems light.

Yeah, well I ran into trouble.
Like the last one you sent.

What's this?

It's a little something extra.

Wait.

The Sandman wants to see you.

Well, I'm honored.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.
Come with me.