All language subtitles for Undone.S01E04

Alma.Not with your hands.Can I use my elbow?Don't be ridiculous.Oh, I'm being ridiculous?You want me to move keyswith my mind.No! Your mind?Your mind is nothing!-Thanks, Daddy.-Not...Not just your mind,everybody's mind is nothing.Now...Move the keys.This is easy. You can do this.See this, Alma, this is "water."Okay?It's "water." Come on.You can do this.It'll be easy.Water.I don't knowwhat you expect from me here.I mean, I'm not like a Jedi.Maybe I'm just the princesswith the rolls on her head.Princess Leia. She was a Jedi.Then why was she wearingthe gold bikini?She was enslaved.So... not a super great Jedi.Look, willfully break freeof linear timeand then move in timeto a timewhen the keys aren't there,and then the keyswill have moved.-It's that easy.-Sure.-Like that.- Hey, Babycakes!Did you see the moon tonight?Now that's a moon.You should go check it out,catch some air.See, "Babycakes?"Okay...So, I'll just skillfullymanipulate time.Why didn't you say thatin the first place?-That's so easy.-Just try.Okay.But don't try-try.You know, just... Try not to try.Alma.Stop staring at these keys.I asked you a question.-Wait. Did I do it?-Of course you did it.Look at all my stuff.It's not really your stuff,is it? It's more like our stuff.Because when you're dead,it's my stuff.So, thank you for holding mystuff for me all these years,but don't worry.I'll take it from here,okay? Bye!It is a personal violationto take thingsfrom my house without asking.I'm really sorry that I tookstuff you weren't using,that you had no plans for.That was a terrible apology.I do not accept.Stop it with that stupid game.Hey! Stop.You're messing up my system.What system?What are you doingwith all this stuff?I'm figuring out what happenedto Dad since you won't tell me.-I have told you everything.-You know there's more.I think you need to see someone.A psychiatrist.I have a follow up doctor'sappointment in a few days.I'll get it all checked outwhen I go to that.Just don't worry.-That is with the orthopedist.-Yeah!You've experienceda lot of trauma,and you're actingeven stranger than usual.You usually act even strangerthan usual,but since the accident,you have been actingmore even-stranger-than-usualthan usual.Okay. How about this?I will go see someone,if you let me keep this stuff.Okay. What do you think?- Hit.-Twenty-two,that's the one you want, right?-Yep, 22!-That's what I wanted.Vegas, here we come!Oh, don't look,don't look, don't look.--And they go again,doing their little thing.Do you have strong feelingsabout the Alamo? I am not aware.You know,it's lauded as a state treasure,but it's whereEuropean settlers,who wanted independencefrom Mexico,because Mexicanswould not let them own slaves,fought and diedfor their "freedom"to own slaves.I don't think that's whatthey want you to remember-when you "remember the Alamo."-No, no, no.What they want you to rememberis what they teach in schoolswhich is Mexicansare bad peoplewho want to take Texas awayfrom its rightful owners.Rightful owners?-Bro, who we talking about? Huh?-Okay.The Caddo? The Comanche?The Apache?I mean, it's just insanehow quickly economycorrupts ethics.To the victors go the powerto twist their story of greedinto a history of systemicracism against Mexicans.Well, as someone who is oftenmistaken as Mexican,I tangentially feel your pain.What is it?What's the wedding emergency?Uh... Oh!Um, I would love itif you could tell Momto leave me alone.How is that a wedding emergency?Well, if we don't dealwith this now,I'll probably be bitchingabout it during your wedding.-Wedding emergency.-Oh, my---Okay. Let's go.-Ooh, come on, babe.One margarita? We're here.Can I get y'all something? Yes, I'm gonna getthe veggie Frito pie. Veggie Frito pie?! Where?-New menu item.-Oh, I'm gettin' that.And I'm-- I'm gonna getthe, uh, the Cadillac Margarita. Anything for you?Okay, I'll have, uh,the margarita. Ah! Great! It's on me.- Thanks, Reed.- Ooh!-You don't have to do that, man.-I'm gonna go to the restroom.Hey, don't worry,I'm gonna get you next time.Okay, how 'bout this?You and me go sharesieson that veggie Frito pie.-Sharesies?-We talkin' pie pals?-Pie pals?-Pie pals!-Oh, hey!-Hey, do you need something?No, I was actually just comingto apologizethat I never texted you back.But now you probably know why.I'm engaged.-Mmm.-Yeah.That night was just like a big,drunken mistake. I'm so sorry.Hey, don't worry about it.-I'm a lot of girls'big drunken mistake.-Sorry.Okay. Thanks...and for being so cool.Oh. Hey, Sam.-Hey!-What are you doing here?-Um...--What's going on down here?-Uh...Did you fuck the bartenderor something?Oh, my God,did you fuck the bartender?-You fucked the bartender?-Shh! Keep it--Okay, you have to promisenot to tell anyone,especially Alma.I can't lie to Alma.Does she knowthat she broke up with you?I can't lie to Almaabout another thing.Here's what's gonna happen.I promise that I won't tell Almathat she broke up with you,and then forgot thatshe broke up with you,which you are totally takingadvantage of, by the way,if you forget everythingyou just...correctly surmised.I think I can manageto do that.Okay.I didn't know you were sointo blackjack.Oh. I'm not.That's kinda the point.--What? Oh, I get it.Like, sometimes it's funto do thingsyou wouldn't normally do.Like, usually at work,I like to lookat sports websites,but sometimes I like to lookat pictures of birds.The reason that they can flyis that they got thesereal good heartsthat can pump a lot of blood.And I like to think about that,you know?That a good heartmakes you strong.-Huh.-Like that?Um, kind of.Except opposite.Oh, okay. I think I get it.Becca, do you rememberMom and Dad fighting in the weekor so before Dad died?I don't know. Do you?Opposite because usuallyyou look at birds online,but you're surprised to findthat you like football scores?Um, no.But they did fight, though.I remember it.It was late at night.Probably.Dad was always really goodat coming home late from work.And Mom's really goodat starting fights.Uh, opposite because you thinka good heart makes you weak?I like playing blackjackbecause it's simple,monotonous, and mindless.-Ooh.-Okay, I see.I'm gonna go find Sambecause he's less confusingto talk to.It was great talkingwith you, Alma!-Longhorns.-Hey! Hook 'em horns!So, what was Momharassing you about?She wants me to see a shrink.Oh. Okay.-Well, is she going to pay?-Probably.-Well, then, why not?-Uh...'Cause I don't want to go.Right, but what could it hurt?You're fine, right?And Mom's just being Mom.So, if you go,she'll know everything's fine,and she'll, like,leave you alone.Yeah, but I don't want to go.Okay. Then don't.You know,I should just get it over with.Mmm. Glad I could help. What is sanity?Is it sane that we live in boxesmade out of concrete,and wires and pipes?Is it sane that we haveto buy our food, and water,and land, and healthcare,and childcare,and entertainment,and that every partof our natural liveshas been commodified,taken from us,and then sold right back to us?-I mean, let's talk about that.-These are interestingpoints you raise.Yes! Blackjack.You know, patients who sufferfrom PTSDoften use a propto create distancebetween them and the world.Something to divert their mind,or deflect othersfrom focusing on them.Do you think you could beusing this gameto create distance between youand what you perceiveto be a hostile world?Maybe... Bye!Thanks.How was it?Did she give you a prescription?Yeah, something for allergies.Allergies?Yeah, she thinks that'swhat's causing the headaches.-Headaches?-Yeah, from the allergies.Mom, you really gotta keep up.-What?-Okay, well, this was great!And now we can all just relaxand trust that everythingis perfectly fineand leave me alone forever.Race you to the car!Come on, slowpoke! Whatcha lookin'?Ah! Stop sneaking upon me like that!This is exactly why peopledon't like ghosts.Farnaz's obituary.Why are you looking at this?She had a big family.Do you think any of themcould be suspects?Why would Farnaz's familywant to kill us?Oh, I don't know.Maybe because you werehaving an affair with her.What? No. She was a student.She was my research assistant.And you loved her.No! I-- We never...I-- I loved your mother.And Farnaz had a boyfriend.Farnaz had a boyfriend?Don't you know anythingabout murder?It's always the boyfriend!Maybe he got the wrong idea,and he ran you guys off the roadin a jealous rage!I don't think so.He was pretty dopey.Well, do you rememberthis boyfriend's name?I don't know. It was, uh...Harold, or Gerald, or Darrold.Darrold?-You think his name was Darrold?-No, I--- That's not a name.-I can't remember.I just called him Skinny Arms.You called him that to Farnaz?-Yeah, and she liked it.-Anyway, he had particularlyskinny armsin relationto the rest of his body.You were so in love with her.No. You're heading downthe wrong trail here.Look, we were killedbecause of our research.All right? Because we wereunfolding aspects of timethat would have changed lifeas we know it.Hello!Father Miguel said thatI should bring you some cookies.What? Why?To thank you.For going to the doctor.I was concerned about you,and you helped meto be less concerned.It's called positivereinforcement.-Just learning about that, huh?-Mm-hm.Where has this priestbeen all my life?So, what are you up to?Oh, you know.Not much.Good, then you don't mindif I have a visit.Shall we have a cup of tea?I'll make it.No, no. I'll make it.You just relax.And, uh, don't touch anything.Bueno.Are these out of order?-Uh...-No, I think that's right.So...Did you and Dad have a big fightright before the accident?Because I have this memory--Oh, no, no. No fight.Okay.Wow, you're really chuggingthat hot tea.Well, I should get going.Great.Uh, thanks for stopping by.-Goodnight,mija.-Oh! Night.Oh! Oh, my God!You're naked.You're naked! You're naked!-You're naked!-Shh!-I like seeing people naked.-What? Mateo.No. Keep your clothes on.But I want to be naked, too.No, it is much worseif you're also naked.That's not fair.Well, I'm allowed to be naked'cause I'm a grown up.Why do you have so muchhair there?Because it's natural.My mom doesn't have hair there.I imagineshe feels immense pressureto transform her bodyto adhere to beauty constructswhich are actually perverseand subjugating.You know what, Cassie?Women-- Cassie!Women need to understandtheir power.Oh! Alma, what are you doing?Uh, this happens sometimes,you know.What happens sometimes?I'm suddenly places.--Do you mind if I interrupt?What is happening?I'm thinking it might be easierto work with your consciousnessin a dream state.This is a dream? Thank God. Can you pass me a likedream-towel or something?You'll be fine.Okay, now move the keys.I did it!With the help of pissed off Mom.Now replace 'em. Hey, Babycakes,did you see the moon tonight?Ah! Look at that!Fantastic. You're getting it.Yes, that's right."Water." Yeah.You're getting it.Okay, okay.Yeah,but this is a dream reality.Anything can happen in a dream.Yeah, well, when you're awake,you're in a physical-basedreality,so it seems more realthan a daydream or a dream,but those statesare just as real.As your abilitiescontinue to grow,these stateswill continue to blend.You'll have a more flexible,fluid reality.I think I'm alreadyfinding that.Right.And as the blending continues,so will your abilitieswithin these states.So, you're sayingI'll be able to move the keys-more easily in any state?-Yeah.Besides moving keys,you'll be able to navigate time,and even, you know, presentyourself physically in the pastso that you can affectchange like...stop mefrom getting murdered.Yes!I'll use my powersto move Darrold's keys arounda thousand times!And he'll be so annoyed,he won't even want to kill you!You leave Ol' Skinny Armsout of this.Let's show you something here.-You see what I did?-Yeah, you made 'em come and go.-Dad, you see my powers?-Yeah, I did see 'em.So now you want nothingto do with us.You didn't have a problemwhen we were writing you checks.Charlie---Who's that guy?-Just watch.Why can't you just tell methese things?Everything'sa whole production with you. I'm sorry we ever tookyour grant money.No, don't say that.No, the researchwe're doing now--We're on the vergeof something big.-That's wonderful.-No! If we cross the thresholdwith American FreedomCorporationand you exploit our work--American Freedom Corporationmakes the worlda more peaceful place.You make weapons.Weapons that end wars.Thank you for your interest,but--I'm sorry, but that researchbelongs to us.Okay, you can have whatwe've done up till now,-but from here on out---That's not acceptable. Dude. Are you stupid?It's over.Just take your blood moneyand go.Farnaz...Unfortunately, for you,this is not how this ends.That's the guy who killed me.Charlie Vanderhorn.Do you think he ran you offthe road to get your research?--Well, that's my hunch.And I'd go back and find outfor sure if I could.But that's why I need you.I need you to help me not haveto play that game all the time.It's all about your emotions.You need to feel themwithout letting them become you.You know, like the keys.Try, but not try-try.How do I do that?Just deep breaths,and be like the sky.Let your feelingspass through you like weather....not again, Dad.These are all momentswhere you felt deeply,and the pain was toouncomfortable to process,so you stored themin your mind's basement,the subconscious.Even feelings you don't remembertake up residence.Is that me with your mom?I met Geraldine?Yeah. Even feelingsfrom your lineage.My feelings.Geraldine's feelings.All of this, all these streamsof lifetimes of sufferingare carried throughyour mind and body.Even the good feelings.You have to let goof those, too. Yes, baby dolls.They can't be who you areif you want to be free.What is this one about?What happened that night?Oh, we had a fight.Sometimes we fought.Alma.Alma.Are you listening to me?You need to take these pills.What? What are these?Is this what the shrinkprescribed?Did you go into my bagand get this filled?-You can say thank you.-The cookies.-Of course.-I did you a favor.You know,it is a personal violationto take thingsfrom my house without asking.This is an anti-psychotic.This is serious.It's for PTSD.Dr. June thinks I'm traumatized.Probably from behaviorlike this.Fine, blame me.-But please take the medicine.-Please leave.I don't like you right now,and I can't trust you.Do you know what it feels likenot to be able to trust someonein your own family?Yes, of course I knowwhat that feels like.I need to make dinner.Okay.But take the pills, Alma.--Oh, fuck!Huh?Whoa.Fuck!Okay.Try-not-try.Be like the sky.Hey, Babycakes,did you see the moon tonight?Now that's a moon.- We need to talk.- Okay.-I can't do this anymore.-Do what?The way you look at me.How do I look at you?Like Becca and Reedlook at each other.Like I'm your missingpuzzle piece.I don't think you're my missingpuzzle piece, okay?-Why do you keep accusing me---Because you do!You know you do!And you make me feellike a crazy person-when you won't admit it.-Alma--Why can't you just admitthat you love meand that you thinkwe're perfect for each otherand that you already knowyou want to spendthe rest of your life with me?Okay. Fine.I love you.I think we makea really good couple,and I think we make each otherreally happy,and I know that for the restof my life,I'm not gonna want anythingmore than just this.I'm never going to feelthat way about you.I think you should move out.Hey, Babycakes!Did you see the moon tonight?Now that's a moon.You should go check it out,catch some air.Fuck!