All language subtitles for Booster

Hmm.

Wikileaks
leaked the information

from the U.S. ambassador
to China

that they
were developing this.

It operates from the idea
that everything that happens

is the result of conflict.

The thesis versus
the antithesis,

which results in synthesis.

That's dialectical
materialism.

So you can set it

to the level of contradiction
you want to heighten

on the subject
you're aiming it at.

See, right now you have
set it up to surface level.

This is why it's
only affecting the clothes.

But you can set it
to deeper contradictions

with these buttons.

Like I said, I was obsessed.
Watch the chair.

- It has a kick to it.
- Yeah, I got it.

- Oh, shit!
- Change it! What did you do?

Oh, my God!

That's Marvin and Patty.
That's Mariah's parents.

Yes! Yes!

I put it in
deconstruction mode.

Shit!

That's weird to see.

What?

I guess it doesn't work
all the time.

Yeah.

Yeah, see,
on deconstruction mode,

it turns the subject

into the opposing main forces
that created it--

the thesis and the antithesis.

She is the synthesis
of her parents.

I must have put it
on deep contradiction.

Yo, is that
the Metro Designer clothes?

Yeah.

Ooh.

I get it now.

Duh.

- Maybe we can...
- Hey, my cut is gone.

What?

When she pressed the button,
my cut is gone.

Oh, shit. Must have been
clothes you worked on.

Fuck.

See, the device broke it down

to the forces that created it.

So material there and time

just traced back to you
and whoever worked on it.

How long did you work
on those pieces?

Mm, 20 minutes.

Yo, So your cut
just happened, right?

So, whenever
it gave you back your time,

your body went to the physical
state it was before.

Okay, it's a time machine.

Well, it uses the concepts
of time and space

to calculate the result
of heightened conflict, right?

So sometimes
it looks like a thing.

Sometimes it looks
like more conflict.

It doesn't use the exact
measurements

of what we call time.

Thesis...

antithesis...

synthesis.

Mullets push history forward.

Let's take this thing out
to play.

Grab them wigs.

I'll be right there.
Yes, of course.

Yes, sir. Yeah.

Yeah, I just remade
the spreadsheets,

and I'll bring the coffees
right after.

The device
has three modes...

This is
situational accelerator.

Oof. Now he really got
his boss on his back.

And this is
deconstruct mode.

- I can't!
- Holy shit.

Oh, shit,
you got to change her.

Hell, no!

Nobody has these,
and they match my dress.

- Okay, bitch.
- Better work.

Thank you.

Hey, we got to go get ready

'cause tomorrow's
gonna be big.

Yo, hey, hey, hey.
Check it.

I think we got something
powerful here.

"We"?

So we're organizing
a Bay Area-wide strike

against Metro Designers.

We're gonna get them against
the motherfucking wall.

And if we coordinate that
with y'all emptying them

with that in teleporter mode,
that shit will crack.

We already got
two goals to coordinate.

We can't get even
more complicated with a third.

Okay, but it's
like the device.

We're on one side
of the same contradiction.

- Uh-uh. Thank you, but, uh, we got to go.
- Don't get it twisted. We help the people, too.

Cheap fashion...
- Mariah, stop!

Fashion Forward Filanthropy.

- I just want to help, you know?
- We'll talk to you.

all: Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Can I have some of that...
- There's no chicken.

We have all these clothes...

way more than we ever had.

One thing we could do
is start selling this shit.

You always think you got
the fucking answers, huh?

Excuse me?

Look, I can't think.

I'm gonna get
a red Happy Rustler.

What did I say?

Y'all bitches could tell me
when y'all eat up all my shit.

I'm going to the store.

Sorry, all out
of Happy Rustlers, man.

- Where's the rest of them?
- We're out of Happy Rustlers.

Oh, yeah,
the distributor came

and took back
all the Happy Rustlers.

What?

Yeah, they went to
the stores all this morning.

They had orders to take back
every piece they could find.

Some fashion lady bought
the distributor

and made them do it.

Stop it! You're gonna get
brain damage.

Look, I'm just trying to do my part

and wipe these red
Happy Rustlers off the map.

There are so many poor,
uneducated, urban young women

with just, like,
terrible health conditions.

I mean, and over
frivolous stupidity like this.

So, look, I-I'm just trying
to do my part.

Oh, everybody's been wanting
to see my Napa house?

Well, here it is, fuckers.

This is my aquamarine hideout.

I need to be surrounded
by aquamarine

to feel safe.

Aquamarine--it gives me hope
for the future.

Like, this is the color

of taffy, of dahlias, of...

It's turquoise, bitch.

She's right about the candy
being unhealthy. Maybe--

Always on that bullshit!

Now is not the time
for nuance, Sade!

Scream on me again.

Watch.

The best thing we can do

is focus
on selling these clothes.

No, what about
the Fuxin factory workers?

You promised
you'd help me out.

We can't go
back to Metro Designers.

We got to sell this shit.

Money's not enough now
anyway.

We still gonna do
everything we set out to do.

Christie Smith
wants to bring it to us.

We got to bring it to her.

I have a plan.

I don't have a plan.

All I know is, we need to get in there.
- Wait. You don't have a plan?

Well, I know we gonna put

these two devices
on deconstruction mode,

get in there, and destroy all
her clothes in front of her.

Let's make her fucking cry.

We just need to figure out how to get in there.
Maybe we could call Grayson and apologize or...

Oh, snap, look at that.

He's modeling for Christie.
That's a come-up for him.

He can help us. You need to talk to him
before he goes inside.

Just don't let him
put his head between your--

Right, okay.

Hey.

Listen, I don't know

what you are all doing here.

There are lots of people out there who--
- Let's go.

Hmm.

Corvette, Corvette, Corvette.

Hey, hey, hey.

Listen, I...

I can feel
that you are lonely, okay?

I-I'm lonely, too.

You need to get
on a app and swipe.

No, I'm not talking
about that.

I'm talking about a world
in which things are happening,

and you're not a part of it.

No matter how hard you try,

you can never touch it.

You're just a pinball
bouncing around out there.

Open the door, Vette!

I'm fine!

I see that in you.

- Vette?
- Sade, I'm just talking!

I don't want to be
presumptuous.

But I have an answer.

I'll show you.

This guy, Dr. Jack--

he says all we need

is a material basis
for our connection.

So I give you money, and when the well runs dry,
then I'm shit out of luck?

- That's not what I'm saying.
- I don't have time for this shit.

Listen, I just-- I just want to talk to you.
And I would love to hang out with you.

But I have to be honest
about something first.

I'm trying to be
a good person.

T-to do that, we need honesty
and direct communication,

so here goes.

I am a demon.

I suck the souls from people--
men, women.

I suck them from down there.

I don't know when I came here,

how I came here,
why I came here.

All I know is that
I've been here for millennia.

My whole life
is just a fragmented blur.

It's like I'm not living
my own life.

I mean, the earliest memory
I have that's the clearest

is one that happened
about two years ago

when I was in Target.

I don't know
why I was in Target.

Why the fuck
was I in Target anyway?

I can't even remember the last
time I went to Target.

Ever since that day, I...

I questioned my existence.

And, oh, but
I'm STD-free as well, so...

- So you like a vampire?
- What?

No, I'm not like a vampire.

Yeah, you suck the souls
out of people.

Okay, sure,

and you're like Hitler
because you both wear clothes.

I got to go.

Shit.

Welcome
to our worldwide broadcast

of Christie Smith's fall show.

Our Metro Designer family
from all over is the audience,

while store managers
from around the world

will watch and check in
from their locations.

They're even
watching in Chi--

All right, all right, all right.
Let's get hyped for Christie, y'all.

Y'all ready for
the Christie Smith fall show?

I know y'all in the house.

Let's party it up tonight.

Shout-out to the execs.

Dude, fighting
for what we deserve

isn't gonna make it worse.

Oh, shit.

It's really her.

Christie fucking Smith.

Let's turn
that frown upside down.

I'll tell you what...

What's with the attitude?

Nothing.
I'm just kind of exhausted.

One day you're gonna have
your own line,

and you can talk shit
about how hard I worked you.

But today is fucking proof
that what we do is worth it.

We make fucking art
that reaches people.

It's democratic.

I don't know
about democratic.

If we wanted, we could get
every whacked-out asshole

in the state of Michigan
wearing fuchsia.

- That'd be cool.
- And look down on that shit

and see that fuchsia spot
on the Earth.

Bam!

Humanity is our canvas.

Now get excited
about this, bitch, okay?

I don't think people
want to be the art.

They want to be the artist.

So I'm not
gonna waste any time.

I'm here to show you
what you're representing.

It's not fashion.

Let's start now.

It's landscape architecture.

No. We need to go
for maximum "fuck you" power.

Let's get it crackin'.

All right,
remember to put it on shallow.

Okay, we need to deconstruct
the clothes, not the people.

Double-check that shit!

I see titties and dicks!

Y'all looking fi--

Oh, shit! Security!

Oh, my God!

What the fuck is happening?

They told us to go this way
with the whatchamacallit.

Please stay tuned as
security gets to the bottom

of this chaotic disturbance.

Jianhu is doing it!
Jianhu is doing it!

Mariah, Sade,
rack run formation.

Maybe we should put it
on teleporter

and take all this shit.

It's money.
- No.

Fuck Christie Smith.

I need her to feel this shit.

Damn.

Fuck!

You got me--

All right. All right.

If you say it's up, it's up.

We go hard.

Right now...

For the Fuxin workers.

For Fashion Forward
Filanthropy.

For low-class urban bitches.
For taking back turquoise.

Kick out the jams,
motherfuckers!

Five, four, three,

two, one.

♪ Well, I feel pretty good ♪

♪ And I guess that I could get
crazy now, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause we all got in tune ♪

♪ Then the dressing room
got hazy now, baby ♪

It's the Velvet Gang.
They ain't shutting shit down.

Let's fix it.

♪ Let me up on the stand ♪

♪ And let me
kick out the jam ♪

♪ Yes, kick out... ♪

- Maybe that way.
- No, down here.

♪ I want to kick 'em out ♪

♪ I done kicked 'em out ♪

Why don't you just try
and open it this time?

See?

We paid a fortune
for these, Doug.

She has to stop giving us
the same old character.

A hundred grand per suit, and that's peanuts
for the quality and style, man.

both: The $100,000 suits!
- Nuh-uh.

- Fucking jackpot.
- What are you talking about?

Corvette heard Christie talking
about some $100,000 suits.

We're gonna steal them
and make a grip.

We gonna destroy them and
make Christie Smith suffer.

I told you, this shit is
about more than money, Sade.

- Are you crazy?
- It's about revenge.

You said it's not just
about the money. We could--

- You got to step it up.
- Hey, what the fuck?

- Stay back, motherfuckers!
- This is crazy.

Destroy everything else, but 100 racks a suit--
that's my kid's future.

There's no street value
to these suits.

Shut the fuck up!

My dude Mike
can sell anything!

Okay.

Wait, isn't that
Upstanding Community Member?

And that's Young Base Dude.

And you
Crying Black Mother.

That's weird.
Why are y'all here?

Dr. Jack?

Dr. Jack, it's me, Sade.

I-I don't know who you are.

- What?
- Why are you acting funny?

I'm only
three love offerings away

from hitting community love

and getting big paid.

Do not do this now.

These girls
are just boosters.

Wait, you know, and Dr. Jack doesn't?
That's weird.

- Man, fuck it, let's just take the damn suits.
- Hell, yeah. Let me try it this time.

- Now...
- It's on teleporter mode.

- Now, where the damn suits?
- We aren't telling you shit.

Before I turn you into sticky nut and eggs.
- I don't want to be sticky nuts.

We're wearing them, bitch!

Hundred Gs for these?

Christie Smith
going basic as fuck.

There must be more.
Tell me where the other--

That's enough. We ain't
telling y'all a goddamn thing.

Fuck that. You and the fucking--
- They're in the truck.

- Whoa! Oh, fucking shit!
- Sade, get the keys.

- Why would you do that?
- All y'all, take your fucking clothes off.

Take your motherfucking
clothes off.

Strip now!

All y'all, come on!

Hey!

Take it off.
- Take it all off.

- I fucked up.
- Fold that.

- Okay, listen.
- Hey!

Hold it down.
Listen, I'm gonna--Let me--

Don't let this appearance
fool you.

Y'all about to get fucked up
out this game.

Take it off!

There ain't shit going on.

- Don't look at me like that.
- Stop yelling!

Hey!

You, all of it, all of it.

- Come on!
- All off!

Okay, okay.

- Are you flexing right now?
- Do what she says. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

The fuck is going on?

We're giving you
the suits, okay?

Jeez.

Just take 'em.

Man, fuck that skin.

Man, that skin
was getting itchy.

- Where's the real Dr. Jack?
- No such thing.

We all take shifts.
- I never needed my skin.

It was holding me back.

So you didn't know
what these--

Look at me! Look at me!
This is my truth.

Who the fuck are you?

We're Forge Democracy
Think Tank.

You won't be able
to sell these.

My dude can sell anything.

What the fuck does a think tank have to do
with not having any skin?

- We had our skin surgically removed...
- This is who we really are underneath.

Ugh. Okay, we had
our skin surgically removed

to fit the skin suits Christie
made to execute the project.

Christie made these?

Of course Christie made
these damn suits.

Y'all see the label?
It's Christie, man.

She's a fucking genius.

We hired the expert
at changing perception.

She came hard
with the confluence

of fashion
and the science background

to bring style
to a deeper, deeper place.

Cut the shit!

Fuck Christie Smith.
- Yeah.

Pile them skin suits
over there.

Yeah.

What kind of project
would even mean--

Oh, many think tanks use
publicists and bots

to simulate public demand
for their policy.

But we use real-world avatars
to change culture itself.

Create demand for more police.

Make people see the glory
of market-rate housing.

Show worker organizing
is bad for workers themselves.

Hey, man, get your ass
in a corner somewhere.

Damn.

Why are there doubles, though?

Characters get popular,

or--or--or many of us
play one character.

I play the Dr. Jack
that you know of.

I play a lot of parts.

One day I had to be head

of the Get Rid of the Homeless
coalition,

president of
Neighbors Against Loud Music,

and Candace Owens, which
I really enjoyed, actually.

They're too heavy. I can't--

it's--it's not work--
it's heavy.

- I think we have to go one by one.
- We don't have that kind of time.

I'm going to just deconstruct this shit myself.
- Please, Vette, let's make some money.

- What? You always--
- No, no, you keep saying I always--

No, you keep saying I always
do this. I stay doing that.

I don't always do shit.
I'm changing all the time.

I'm constantly looking
at our options,

adjusting to the moment,
coming up with new plans.

You pigeonhole me and act like
I'm another obstacle to you.

Of course you feel alone,

when you can barely see
your best friend

as a moving,
changing human being.

What I always do is
have your fucking back!

Keep with this shit, one day
that might change, too.

Uh-uh, no.

You got to be kidding me.

Shit, you want to get
revenge on Christie Smith?

Bitch, she's a billionaire.
What you gonna do--annoy her?

Is that gonna make you
feel connected?

No.
We sell this shit.

You won't be able
to sell these!

both:
Shut the fuck up!

Talk about this later.
We got to go.

If we gonna take it...

Let's take all of it.

Load this shit up.
Come on.

We rolling the fuck out.
- All right.

Come on.

We can't let them take
the fucking suits!

It takes months for new ones.

We got to catch 'em.

And get those devices. They do
more than Christie knows.

Go to the shop.

We gonna shake these fools,

then teleport the suits
to you.

You know if you kill us,
Christie Smith wins, right?

I do this.

Now they know it's Jianhu
who stole it.

They'll also know it's you.

I know, so I'm leaving now.

I won't be back.

But I wanted you all
to see what we did.

Where are you keeping the device?

Don't worry. I'm taking it with me.

You have it here?
You stupid ass.

Go!

Self-permed dumbass

Shit.

Let's keep the device on
teleporter mode

and just get out.

Lose the device
and the meal ticket?

Nah. Deconstruct they ass.

What'd you do?

It's stuck
on situational accelerator.

Is that some kind
of futuristic police tank?

Holy shit.

Death to the fugitives.

Step out of the vehicle,
you gushy wank dork mongles.

We're not losing
these suits and this money.

I'm gonna need you
to trust me, Cassandra.

Don't call me Cassandra
out here.

Watch me shake 'em.

You're dead meat!

Move!

Mall management
is encouraging all customers

to stay off the escalators

and stroll
into our second-floor sale.

There goes
that security guard Vashan.

Vashan, you still a bitch!

If you are running
from the commotion,

Zumiez has running shoes
for 25% off.

Once again, the escalators
are off-limits,

but you don't need them...

Because the amazing deals
at Gloria's Secret

will take you
to that higher level.

This shit is so overpriced.

You gonna have
to trust me again.

We got to get
these suits back.

I'm fucking cold.

There they go right there.

Give us the device!

Give it to us and we'll only
beat your ass a little!

I told you I would shake 'em.

Oh!

I can do
deconstruction mode now.

Give me that shit.

Jeez. Boom!

It got put
in teleporter mode.

Now it's chopping pieces off.
- We got to get that shit.

We got to stop.
- We can't stop.

We stop now and get that shit, or we stop
once the truck and the suits are chopped up.

- We got to change our life money in here.
- We gonna do this or what?

I thought you wanted this!
What's up now!

I think I can climb on top
and go back and get the device.

What?

- I think I can reach the buttons.
- You sure? Shit.

Take my suit!

Vince! I'm in front of you!

Tell her to stop,
or we split both your wigs.

These bullets hurt.

Hey, Vette! Hold on!

all: Shit!

Fuck! Shit, shit, shit!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Damn it, I'm fucking stuck!

There's only
a couple skin suits left.

Get out of here.
Go cash those in.

I'll distract 'em
by going the other way.

You sure?

Don't worry.
I got a escape hatch.

You was right.
- Mm-hmm.

Always.

Hey, motherfuckers!

Hey!

I got your skin suits
right here!

That tele-shipper
goes to China.

So the skin suits are in
China, then?

Look, we run faster
if we shut up!

Shut the fuck up.

Yeah, I'm all natural,
so look away, sick perverts!

Move out the way!

Hold up. I'm Jianhu's friend.
- That guards are coming.

- Is Jianhu safe?
- Yeah.

I seen you in the Fuxin movie.

Hey!

Li Pan, please hold this for me.
Only came here trying to duck some bullets,

but I got to be out.

There--there she is!

Li Pan!

Let me hide you.

That way!

Where is Li Pan?

Where's Li Pan and the black girl?

Leave them alone!

all: Leave them alone!

Leave them alone!

Use your brain,
not your limbs, yeah?

Oh, sh--

Everyone, please come help!

Just--just hold on.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Thank y'all, for real.

Thank y'all.

Put it in deconstruction mode.

The device--
aim it at the guards

and put it
in deconstruction mode.

I'm ready!

Let it go!

You motherfucking crime
fucking--

- Get her!
- Oh, is that what we're trying to do here?

'Cause I had no idea until you fucking yelled it
at me.

Yeah,
that's very cliché, Doug.

Makes it seem like we're your henchmen.
- We don't fucking work for you, man.

You got us down here with no clue.

You got to call Christie and
get our fucking money back.

Fuck!

It looks like agitators
have gotten a small group

to be disruptive
about pay raises and lunches.

Luckily, most of the crowd
isn't going for it.

I know most of you
are scared,

but we can get what we want
with a strike.

workers:
Christie Smith sucks ass!

See, I don't think
you understand the sacrifices

that--that it takes
to create the kind of beauty

that I've been bringing
to all of you.

I've replenished our backstage

with truckloads
of wearable art

and made sure
they can't stop us.

I don't think you know
what I go through

to make this all happen.

Corvette.

Corvette.

Fuck is y'all doing?
We're supposed to meet at the shop.

He helped us again.

I betrayed my employer
and my career

to connect with you.

I gave up everything so that
you'd know how much I care.

- The building that you dropped us off at...
- Damn.

That was Christie's warehouse.

Jianhu destroyed a warehouse
of Christie's shit.

Yeah, so they found us,
and they started shoot at--

Poom, poom--No.

Blop, blop, blop!

And they chase us,
and so we end up here.

I wasn't expecting to be as
hyped just watching Jianhu

getting back at Christie for
what she's doing to Qingdao,

but...

workers: More cash!
Christie Smith sucks ass!

Fuck you, Christie!

Is that gonna make you
feel connected?

We're all one side
of the same contradiction.

We need to accelerate
the conflict.

Jianhu, give me
your device, quick.

I have a plan.

Stop and let him go!
Stop and let him go!

Stop and let him go! Stop and let him go!
- Auntie! Take this. Hurry!

Li Pan, I know exactly
what we need to do.

Go over there and hold the device.
Trust me.

Auntie, come with me.

Louder!

workers:
Christie Smith sucks ass!

Longer lunch, more cash!

You're putting
it on teleporter mode?

What if--
- Mine is on teleporter mode.

Corvette is on
situational accelerator mode.

Li Pan is also
on teleporter mode!

Li Pan will teleport
her stream to me.

They will have them both
at the same time?

Both are one situation.
We accelerate that.

Oh!

Stop the machines!

Stop the machines!

Whoo!

Yeah!

workers: We fight on strike!
We fight...

On strike! Higher pay!

That's right! Fuck them.

Strike! More pay!

On strike! Strike! More pay!
Higher pay! Strike! More pay!

On strike! Higher pay!

Yeah!

I'll give it to you,

you bitches are creative.

But it's not gonna
change anything.

You want to drag me
the fuck down

and feel good
about yourselves?

Fine.

But I'm an innovator,

making fucking art

and making pathways
for you bitches.

And you boosters just take.
- Like you?

No, a-anything I take,
I make my own.

So do we.

No.

I'm--I'm who you
and your friends hope to be.

I'm part of you.

So you're not fighting me.

You're just fighting yourself.

That means
it's possible to win.

Look at them.

They're creating
a new pattern.

They're coming together

to pick the fabric
and the colors.

That--that's the art.

Oh, shoot.

But why disrupt my shit?

Christie.

I mean, I'm--
I'm helping re-envision.

Yeah!

Bye, Christie.

It's like we're touching
the world.

The strike that started
with Metro Designers retail

and factory workers

has spread to other industries
internationally,

with several industries
being shut down

and, in some places,
the restructuring of economies

and redistribution
of resources.

This has forced leaders

to agree to wide-ranging
policy changes.

In the midst
of the ongoing strike,

Christie Smith has been forced
to capitulate

to two of the strike's
demands--

higher pay and an end
to sandblasting denim.

Smith inexplicably blames
the situation

on the Velvet Gang boosters

and someone
named Corvasieracy.

Leaders have decried
the strikes as being part

of some larger strategy
with radical aims.

Organizers
vowed to continue striking

until all demands are met.

We're excited to be
in a moment

where workers
from other industries

are joining us
to get what we need

and shut down the industry,

to use our collective power

to get and create
the world we want.

We don't have to be isolated

and fight alone
with our problems.

We can be together.

Community member caught

in bootleg
Christmas tree operation.

A grotesque skinless man

claiming to be the real
upstanding community member

claims that some boosters skin-jacked him
and sold his skin suit to the man in custody.

Got us five racks each.

He decries
the moral depravity

rampant in urban areas.

- Jianhu!
- Hey.

Hi! Hi!

Wow! You look so pretty!

You look beautiful
in the motherland.

I have the best news
of my life.

My mom is now
100% cancer-free!

- Wait, what?
- What?

Because we deconstructed
so many "clotheses"

that the time spent working
on them went back to her body,

to before the cancer.

- What?
- Quit playing

- That's amazing.
- That's so beautiful.

- You did good.
- Mama!

- Mama say hi!
- Hey!

- Hi, Mama!
- Ni hao!

Everything you did
was so amazing.

I feel that we are
two lonely souls

that are meant to connect.

And, look, I know you know

that I'm a demon.

But we can do everything else.

I don't have to go down
on you.

A-and there's one more thing.

What is it?

If someone were
to fall in love with me...

truly, truly...

Then I'd turn
into a normal human.

No more sucking souls
out of pussies?

No more sucking souls
out of pussies.

It's tempting.

But I'm not there anymore.

And I can't be with somebody

that's not gonna go
down on me.

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ I'm immune
to simple stimulus ♪

♪ Cassandra, you were ♪

♪ Something other ♪

♪ Cassandra, you saw ♪

♪ Cassandra, you wept ♪

♪ Cassandra, you were ♪

♪ Something older ♪

♪ Than the magma ♪

♪ That's neatly... ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ What have the fates spun
for us today? ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ There's no return
to yesterday ♪

♪ Cassandra, I knew ♪

♪ That happiness was ♪

♪ A foreign language ♪

♪ For both of us ♪

♪ Cassandra, I saw ♪

♪ In the whirlwind
and as it blew ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ I'm immune
to simple stimulus ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ What have the fates spun
for us today? ♪

♪ Cassandra ♪

♪ There's no return
to yesterday ♪

♪ I exist upon another plane ♪

♪ That barely intersects
with this one ♪

♪ I'll stay above all
of the worldly pain ♪

♪ Playin' jump rope
with a shotgun ♪

♪ Deck the walls
into ways out ♪

♪ You only fall
if you look down ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional, girl ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional, boy ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional, girl ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional ♪

♪ You never break my dreams
or my nose ♪

♪ I'm made of ink and paint
and rubber hose ♪

♪ Some folks can stomach
my self-shaded mania ♪

♪ But I'll break the mountains
down to entertain ya ♪

♪ A two-dimensional girl ♪

♪ A two-dimensional boy ♪

♪ A two-dimensional girl ♪

♪ A two-dimensional ♪

♪ If I don't like the way
my story's drawn ♪

♪ I'll take some turpentine,
erase it ♪

♪ Unscrew my head
and put a new one on ♪

♪ If it's too difficult
to face it ♪

♪ Deck the walls
into ways out ♪

♪ You only fall
if you look down ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional, girl ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional, boy ♪

♪ It's two-dimensional, girl ♪

♪ It's two dimensional ♪

♪ Sometimes I get afraid
I'll fade away ♪

♪ If the eyes on me
should falter ♪

♪ But I'd switch back on
with a cathode ray ♪

♪ Though I may be
somewhat altered ♪

♪ A two-dimensional girl ♪

♪ A two-dimensional boy ♪

♪ A two-dimensional girl ♪

♪ A two-dimensional ♪

One more time.

♪ Tell me, Reggie,
how is it you spell it ♪

♪ When you're in love ♪

♪ With something so dead,
you can smell it? ♪

♪ Like two hearts preserved
in maple syrup ♪

♪ And the boy that you love
is off dying in Europe ♪

♪ Or Asia or something ♪

♪ You forgot to ask ♪

♪ It's been seven long,
horrible years ♪

♪ Since you last told him
you loved him ♪

♪ You were so neat about
your happily-ever-after ♪

♪ Nobody else was in it, but
you said it with laughter ♪

♪ I'd be a writer ♪

♪ You'd play your guitar ♪

♪ We'd both have each other,
like two summer stars ♪

♪ But I was alone
when I moved to New York ♪

♪ And the place
that you dreamed of ♪

♪ Is not there anymore ♪

♪ And all my words
seem to be able to do ♪

♪ Is paint all these
desperate portraits of you ♪

♪ So you lived out your life ♪

♪ How you thought
you deserved it ♪

♪ And spent all your nights
busy feeling deserted ♪

♪ Tell your girlfriend
she means ♪

♪ Something
more than she does ♪

♪ The last key to unlock
the boys' room never was ♪

♪ But you saw it,
you swear it ♪

♪ He was there on the corner ♪

♪ Across from the house
that now sits like a mourner ♪

♪ Empty of everything
it ever lover ♪

♪ While torn-up drafts of
letter rain down from above ♪

♪ I remember
when you told me ♪

♪ About your
happily-ever-after ♪

♪ Nobody else was in it, but
you said it with laughter ♪

♪ I'd be a writer,
you'd play your guitar ♪

♪ We'd both have each other
like two summer stars ♪

♪ But I was alone
when I moved to New York ♪

♪ And the place
that you dreamed of ♪

♪ Is not there anymore ♪

♪ And all my work
seemed to be able to do ♪

♪ Is paint all these
desperate portraits of you ♪

♪ And will you be alone? ♪

♪ You'll see him again ♪

♪ Maybe alone is better
than just being friends ♪

♪ Oh, it can't be, there's
nothing as cold as this pain ♪

♪ Of a soul too big
for one body to contain ♪

♪ So daunting a task
is holding out hope ♪

♪ Chasing after the "Argo"
in a little rowboat ♪

♪ There's so much that you
want to be able to say ♪

♪ Before Charybdis
pulls you away ♪

♪ Will we still have that
ending you told me about ♪

♪ Before we got older
and filled up with doubt? ♪

♪ 'Cause I was holding back
tears that night in your car ♪

♪ Now I'd give
everything I have ♪

♪ Just to hear your guitar ♪

♪ I'd have died
to have had you ♪

♪ With me in New York ♪

♪ 'Cause these Upstate stars ♪

♪ Just ain't cuttin' it
anymore ♪

♪ All the rivers, the trees,
and the streets seem to do ♪

♪ Is reflect back to me
a picture of you ♪

♪ So what is the story
you want them to tell? ♪

♪ Will you take off the mask,
though it wore you so well? ♪

♪ Will you go down
this heartbreak town's ♪

♪ Tragic hero ♪

♪ With me as your sidekick ♪

♪ The lovesick Pierrot? ♪

This shit takes you
to the next rung

of the fucking spiral.

So some people think
that time is circular.

But even when you think you've
been through something before

and it feels circular,

the knowledge
of having been there before

and the differences that come
from being there before...

makes each rotation

similar but different.

It puts you
in a different level...

In a different rung
of the spiral.

The device skips the rungs,

using the forces
that push it up the spiral,

which is conflict,

aka...

Contradiction.

Thesis...

antithesis...

synthesis.