All language subtitles for Future.Man.S03E05_English

[dramatic music]

WOLF: Previously
on Future Man ...

I think we're looking
at temporal decay.

It's like a black hole,
but for time.

Time overlapping,

future and past
existing simultaneously.

It's the source
of all our anomalies,

and it's getting bigger.

Eventually, it'll get so big,

it'll suck
every timeline into it.

� Another you saved me.
He called himself J1.

JOSH: Nut�face.

You were supposed
to take me home.

� The home I promised you
is real, Josh.

A refuge off the grid,

beyond the reach
of the time constables.

It's called Haven.

Enter these coordinates.
� They're in.

BIN LADEN:
So now press the button.

Take us to Haven.
� So what do you want from me?

� Deliver me Haven,
I'll deliver you

to the timeline of your choice,
records wiped clean.

All you have to do
is get to Haven,

activate those devices.

� Can you do a full
memory wipe thing on me?

So I can forget everything

that's happened to me
since I left home?

TIGER: You just want to
erase us from your entire life?

[weapon whirs]

[explosion]

� Is this Haven?
� No, it's Iowa.

� [sighs]
Fucking bin Laden.

[ominous music]

TIGER: Is that Haven?

JOSH: No.

That's just something happening
that shouldn't be.

� Yeah, you know,
come to think of it,

an ice cream cart did fall
on me in the 17th century.

JOSH: Wait, I saw
a yield sign there.

Guys, did we break time?

� Hey.

Hey, you did nothing.

If anyone broke time,
it was entirely us.

TIGER:
So where's all the time scum?

� I don't know.
[stammers]

I think this is
just Iowa State.

I mean, think about it.

If Haven is supposed
to exist outside of time,

then how are we supposed
to get there using a TTD?

TIGER: What are we doing
in Ames, Iowa,

December 31, 1999 then?

[music builds]

♪ ♪

� Y2K.

Okay, at the start
of the new millennium,

there was supposed to be this,
like, massive computer glitch

that would cause
absolute global pandemonium.

But nothing happened.

Except maybe,
something did happen.

All right, this is not Haven.

But I believe that
tonight at midnight,

something is going down
that's gonna take us there.

� Wow.
Wow.

Watching you break that down
was impressive.

� Yeah.
Yeah, okay.

So what is our next move, boss?

� Okay, look.

You guys being fake nice to me
is not gonna change my mind

about going home
and erasing you from my memory.

� Then fuck you, janitor!

� You're garbage.
Your plan's garbage.

� That's more like it.

I'm gonna go find
the computer lab.

Somewhere on this campus,
someone is up to no good

with a computer, and I'm going
to track them down.

[computer tones]

[keyboard clacking]

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

The student union is there
so the computer lab must be...

WOLF: So this breakup
is really happening.

I'm moving on
to the second stage of grief.

Anger.
To hell with the boy.

Where are we going
with our one�way time tickets?

TIGER: Back to the sewers.

� You mean
the nightmare we escaped?

Those sewers?
� Uh, yeah.

We're conquering heroes

returning to slaughter
those who did us wrong.

WOLF: Cool, cool. Related idea.
� Where's North?

� Hmm?
� Cabo 1989.

Don Johnson's
40th birthday blowout.

36 hours of linen shirts,
clams on the half shell,

and enough cocaine
to kill Buddy Hackett.

It was a helluva weekend.
Just one problem, weekends end.

� Okay, so that's not really��

� Or do they?
� Oh, my God.

� That very weekend,
I had a brainstorm

to spin a tapestry of eternal
cool, Cabo Wabo Cantina.

� Wait, didn't Sammy Hagar��

� Shut up!
Sammy Hagar invented nothing.

He just showed up
on Sunday morning uninvited,

stole my favorite
Joe Camel beach towel,

and my idea.

He turned Cabo Wabo
into a fucking joke.

And now, we're being given
a chance to fix all that.

TIGER:
By killing Sammy Hagar?

� No.
� Okay.

� Maybe.
If there's time.

Look.
Just picture it.

Okay?
� Sure.

� Toes in the summer sand.
[seagull squawks]

Fingers gripping
a sweaty Corona.

[bottle top pops]
Someone says,

"Hey. Hey, guys.

Who wants
to go catch some kingfish?"

� Ew.

� And you just pile
into a speedboat.

And...
[imitates motor revving]

That's Cabo Wabo.

JOSH: Well, you mean, like,

like the restaurant
inside the malls, Cabo��

WOLF: No.
TIGER: No, no, no.

He's talking about
a fishing expedition.

� No! No.
[sighs]

It's a state of mind, okay?

The feeling
of a fishing expedition.

The feeling of a weekend
you want to never end.

� Wait, wait, wait, guys.

This is it.
Come on, come on.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

� Mm.
It's fresh.

Shattered in haste.

Can't be more than
a day or two.

� Ugh.

Okay.

What were you after?

Oh, shit.

Guys, someone stole
a military computer.

That is never a good thing.

� Yeah, must be some kind
of mad genius hell�bent

on doing something
nefarious as fuck.

� Hang on.

Looks like we're not
the only ones

trying to figure out
what's going to happen on Y3G.

WOLF: Time rogues.

� Guys, come on.
We're gonna lose them.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

There.
TIGER: No, no, no.

� Hey, act like you've stalked

interdimensional time
miscreants before.

� Yeah, stick
to the shadows, rook.

JOSH: Okay.
Sorry.

� How do you feel
about "Beluga's Last Dive"?

WOLF: You read my mind.

� Okay, guys.
This is our last mission.

For once, can you please tell
me what the hell that means?

Oh, just a dead sprint.

It has nothing
to do with belugas.

AKSHAY: Juan Pablo,
I told you no more dudes.

Oh.
[chuckles]

You can stay though.
What's up?

� No and never.
AKSHAY: Okay.

Dudes can stay if
they can answer this question.

Who would win in a fight
between Blade and Neo?

� Oh, I got here.
I got this, guys.

Obviously that all depends upon

whether or not they're
inside the Matrix��

� God damn it,
these aren't time rogues.

[dramatic chords]

They're nerds.

� Wolf, that is not cool.

� Yeah, you're telling me.
Look at these dweebs.

� Oh, my God.
� What's with the outfits?

� Costumes for
our New Year's party.

The theme is
"The Next Millennium."

WOLF: Oh, next time,
make the theme "Girls,"

and maybe some will show up.

Am I right?

Yeah.

JOSH: Okay, we've
still got six minutes.

Clearly, this is a dead end,
all right?

Let's double back
to the computer lab.

We still have enough time.
If we scour the entire campus��

[slurping]

Wolf!

No.
Get down right now!

[suspenseful music]

� Come on.

[computer beeps]
[giggles]

[electricity fluxing]

TIGER: Hm, looks like
our computer genius

is free jacking
some serious kilojoules.

Wolf, let's move.

WOLF: [grunts]

Keg's tapped.
Happy New Year, nerds.

� Move, soldier.
� It's not my fault.

I needed to kill that keg
to teach them a lesson.

� What lesson?
� I hate nerds.

DICK: All right, Dick Clark
back in Times Square

live atop the Marriott here.

And there's a lot of music
going on down below.

We've heard from Neil Diamond
and Barry Manilow.

Later on, Barbra Streisand.

And this is the place to be.
[grill sizzles]

You know, each night,

6 million volts
of electricity are shoved...

� Oh, that's a lot of juice.
JOSH: This has got to be it.

TIGER: This way.

DICK:
In one minute,

the ball will drop
and you will see pandemonium.

[continuing indistinctly]

� Come on.

Yes, yes, yes.

Shit.

JOSH: Guys, we're not
gonna make it.

� Yes, we are.
We're going back to the sewer.

We're so close, I can taste it.

� I have not signed off
on that.

DICK: Drop 30 seconds.
30!

Glittering and showing off...

Get close
to somebody you love.

� You were serious
about that Mexico thing?

� It's called Cabo Wabo, and
I've never been more serious

about anything
in my entire life!

DICK: You hear that sound?
They know it's gonna happen.

Push the button, Mayor.
Push the button.

Get set.
9, 8...

� This is it.
It's gonna fix everything.

� This will fix everything.

DICK: Four, three, two, one.

[electricity whirs and bursts]

2000.
[electricity whirs]

[ominous slow�motion music]

♪ ♪

� [distorted voice]
Cabo Wabo.

� [distorted voice]
Sewer.

� [distorted voice, echoes]
What is happening?

[Wolf groaning]

[Josh coughing]

� It felt like my skin
folded inside out.

� Did Jesus just wave to me?

� All right, calm down.

Act like you've been
in a vortex before.

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

� Is this Haven?

JOSH: Well, it better be.
TTD's melted.

� Okay.

That means these cubes
just became

our only way out
of this fog dumpster.

JOSH: Oh, well.

Either we made it,
or that is one big coincidence.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

� Okay, everyone knows
the mission.

We use the cubes,
we map out a perimeter,

and find the center point.

Then we merge the cubes,
activate the beacon,

summon Susan,
we go home.

Let's start with the perimeter.
Come on.

[distorted tones]

No.
Okay, try this way.

[distorted tones]

� Okay.

So safe to say we're looking at
a bit of wonky perimeter here.

� Okay.
To the center.

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

All right.
There's a fork in the road.

Let's split up.
Watch your six.

You run into anyone, get
answers by any means necessary.

♪ ♪

Yahtzee.

WOLF: It's not literally
a wet sarong.

It's the vibe of a wet sarong.

� Okay, but is there guacamole
like at the real one, or��

� What I'm describing is
the real Cabo Wabo.

It just...you know what?
I feel bad for you.

You're gonna be living
your C minus life

while I'm A plus�ing it up
with Busey and the boys.

Uh�oh.
Time scum, 12:00.

And he's a tall drink of water.

You take out his shins.
I'll go high.

[patriotic music]

� Do mine eyes deceive me?

� Abraham Lincoln?
� Joshua Futturman.

[hopeful music]

♪ ♪

LINCOLN: I am
so happy to have you back.

The others will rejoice.

JOSH: The others?
[indistinct chatter]

� Everybody, look who's here.

[crowd murmuring]

� Josh.
� Josh.

JAMES:
I can't believe you're alive.

JOSH: I can't believe
you're alive, James Dean.

MARILYN: It's you.
It's really you.

JOSH: Oh.
Marilyn Monroe.

� Josh, you're back.
JOSH: And Martin Luther King?

KING: Finally.
One of my dreams came true.

JOSH: How is this even...
What the fuck?

LINCOLN:
And yes, look.

We remembered you.

And lo, he arrived, a savior,

whisked in on wings
of time unknown.

He foretold of certain doom,

all of us destined to die,
too young, too soon.

Because of his mighty deeds,

we hath not perished
from this Earth.

He called himself...

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Future Man.

� This is bad.

VAN GOGH: [squeaks]

[mutters softly]

JOSH: Oh, van Gogh, I...

[crowd murmuring]

� Van Gogh doesn't handle
criticism very well.

� Oh, don't coddle him.

Constructive feedback's
the only way

he'll grow as an artist.

JESUS CHRIST:
Is it true?

[Marilyn gasps]

[spirited music]

[gasping]

Our savior back from the dead.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

� [stammers]

One second, please.

[exhales]

� Get your shit together.

You're wilting
under the spotlight.

� This is just so fucked, man.

� Oh, that it is.
I mean, you saved van Gogh.

What about Basquiat?
JOSH: Who?

No, they think
that I'm Nut�Face Josh

with his savior complex
and everything.

He just had to go
and save Jesus.

And why wait
until he's on the cross?

Wouldn't it be
a much better extraction point

to get him at the Last Supper?

� Noted.
Look.

Let's just assess
our sitch here.

Another version of you
Magic School Bussed

a top�notch, eclectic group
of super celebs

to what appears to be
a totally functional utopia.

I say we jump in that Jacuzzi
for a while,

and see how the water feels.

JOSH: No, no, no.
All right?

We're getting out of here,
we're going home.

I wanna see my family,
and this is just too weird.

� Call me crazy,
but a room full of A�listers

who wanna slob your knob is
maybe just a little bit better

than living at home
with your parents.

� No, no.

I can't stay here pretending
to be the other Josh.

Okay?
That's wrong��

� All I'm saying is,

this isn't the hell
Susan advertised it to be.

Plus, you've got status here.

Let's use that to get
a proper lay of the land.

And when the heat of
the spotlight starts to burn,

I step in.

I've already got
a good base tan.

� Hmm.

I guess, you know, hob�knobbing
it with a bunch of my heroes

in a gorgeous setting isn't the
worst thing I could think of.

WOLF: Mm�hmm.
Now you get it, my son.

That's Cabo Wabo.

[crowd murmuring, shushing]

� All right, okay, uh,

What did I miss?

[cheering]
� Ah! Back again!

� Okay now!
� Whoo!

� Yeah.

� You know who's gonna
freak out the most?

Gandhi.

[both grunt]

[meditation music]

� I'm gonna hurt you, Gandhi.
I am gonna hurt you real bad.

So stop bullshitting,
and start talking.

GANDHI: There is
no starting or stopping.

Those are conventions
of another world.

� All righty, quit yapping
in circles, Four Eyes.

I need intel on your perimeter,
your defenses,

and what kind of weapons
I'm dealing with.

GANDHI:
You seek to bind the boundless.

� I see.
[imitates Gandhi]

Stop writing fucking fortune
cookies and give me answers.

� If it's answers you seek,

you must go
to the enchanted meadow.

� [mockingly] Great.
Was that so hard?

Who's up there?
Hmm?

You walking me into a trap?
Who's gonna enchant me?

GANDHI:
The greatest of all time.

� Okay.

Fuck you,
you stretched out baby.

You know what?
How about this, huh?

What about this?
Oh.

[glasses clatter]

JOSH: So Tupac and Biggie
are friends?

� They formed a union

that has so far yielded
three revolutionary mix tapes.

� Buddy, Ritchie.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

So what do you three�chord
gunslingers get up to at night?

� [chuckles]

There is no night here,
so not much.

� Right, right.

But you know,
what's the scene like?

� Now that Josh is back,
we'll probably jam a little.

[chuckles]
� That's right, man.

� Oh, you know, I've been known
to noodle on the ol' axe.

� Well, no.
Guitar is kind of my thing.

� Yeah, that's cool.
That's cool.

It's probably best
if I just hang back on tambo.

� I guess
you could play tambourine,

but you'd have
to take it from Anne.

WOLF:
Anne Frank?

Yeah, I should probably
let her keep it.

She could use the win.

Buddy?
Ritchie?

The smell of sun tan oil,

lingering taste of tequila
and lime on your tongue,

bathtub�warm seawater

gently tugging at your
Puka shell ankle bracelet.

� So a beach?

� No.
Come on, James Dean.

Calling JFK Jr. my nemesis
is too strong.

Frenemy?
Not strong enough.

Point is, you fucked his dad.
I knew the son.

Let's dish.

� Your bravado
hides a deep sadness.

WOLF: Well, yeah?
What are you trying to hide?

Norma Jean?

� Hey, Wolf?
A word.

� Oh, finally.
Somebody on my level.

What can I do you for, JC?

� You're seated
at the right hand of Josh.

How did you find the light
of his favor

and become his apostle?

� Oh, fuck this place.

[birds twittering]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

� Yeah, yeah, greatest
of all time.

That bald fuck.

Okay.

� What's going on here?
Something's off.

Huh, maybe this nerd house
will have some answers.

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

Joan of Arc.
Vincent van Gogh.

Jesus.
Buddy Holly.

I wonder if this tome
holds a secret

to why you're such a dick.

♪ ♪

"There's no night, only day.

I should have got
on that plane."

[groans]
Buddy, where is the chorus?

Oh.

[laughs]
Okay, great.

[exhales]

And I was starting
to worry I was the problem.

� I traveled through time.

A hero.
A humble janitor.

And you treat me like a dog?

I will not be
chained and muzzled.

I will not be stopped!

� He's pushing.

I give him that note
every time.

JAMES: I'm a man!
Not a dog, I'm a man!

JOSH: Okay, you know,
I gotta get some air.

LINCOLN:
I don't blame you.

This is the worst theater
experience I've ever had.

JAMES: I'm a man!
Not a dog, I'm a man!

I'm a human man!

And you're tearing me apart!

MARILYN: Hey, sad boy.
You okay?

� Yeah.

[somber music]

� Come on, Josh.

Talk to me.

� I'm sorry, okay?

I misled you.
I misled all of you.

I'm not the Josh
that saved everyone.

Okay?
I'm from a different timeline.

� That doesn't sound so bad.

� No, you don't get it, okay?

I'm not really who everyone
in there thinks that I am.

I mean, can you understand
having to live up

to the pressure of the fantasy
that everyone has of you?

It's...
� Yes.

� Oh, shit.
� Mm�hmm.

� Right.

Yeah, of course, yeah.
[both laugh]

� If Gandhi's gonna tell me
that a goat

has all the answers, then
you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna slice that goat open,

and I'm gonna wear its entrails
like a chunky necklace.

[soft ambient music]

I have to kill you.

Because it's what I do.
It's who I am.

♪ ♪

Isn't it?

� You know, you are
the first person

that's been nice to me
in so long.

� Aw.

� I mean,
you and Osama bin Laden.

� Oh.
� But to be fair,

he was only being nice to me

because he wanted something.
� Oh, men.

� Exactly.
� Mm�hmm.

� Exactly.
Oh, Marilyn.

Huh. Who would've thought
we'd have so much in common?

� Feeling better?
� I am, yeah.

Wait, how long
have we been out here?

I'm sure you have
better things to be doing.

� Well, I have
all the time in Haven.

Which is none and lots.

� Okay.
Anyways, thanks.

� It's the least
I can do, Josh.

You saved me.

� Again, you know that
I'm not that same Josh, right?

� I got a second chance here.

Maybe it's time
you gave yourself one.

� Hmm.

[footsteps approaching]

No, no, no.
[grunting] Hey!

I was in the middle
of something.

� We gotta get back on mission.
� Oh, what?

Buddy Holly wouldn't
let you play the tambo,

and now you wanna bail?
Yeah, I saw that.

� No.
Something's off here.

I did some snooping around.
Shit ain't right.

So let's just get you home

to your incredibly not weird
relationship with your parents.

� Well, hang on.
Slow down.

I feel like
people here are happy.

Maybe us destroying this place
for our own benefit is wrong.

� Wait a minute.

Was Marilyn Monroe
just hitting on you?

JOSH: Hi.
Oh, you think?

� Well that's it.
Evil lurks here.

� Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

I just figured it out.

You can't stand for one second
not being Mr. Hot Shit.

� [scoffs]

� Yeah, Abraham Lincoln
was on my jock.

James Dean was hanging
on my every word.

� Ugh, nobody likes
a name�dropper.

� You are jealous.

� Please, I've been jealous
of two people my whole life.

� Oh, yeah.
Are you gonna drop their names?

� No.
� Hmm.

� But if I was,

it'd be Alice Waters and
pre�born�again Kirk Cameron.

Only 16 years old, and had
the whole town by the balls.

JOSH: Yeah.
� Lucky son of a��

Tiger'll back me up.

Tiger, this place is
bridge and tunnel.

Let's bounce.
� No, we gotta stay longer.

Dig deeper.
Just a few more days.

� Days?
What days?

That thing just clicks
the same second over and over.

What about the mission?
� Missions evolve.

� See, Wolf?
Missions evolve.

You wanna jump in the Jacuzzi?
The water's warm.

� It's only cool when I say it.

� Hmm, not here it isn't.

Oh, Marilyn. Hey.

Let's go get MLK...

� I gotta go see a goat
about a me.

� [stammers]

I'll go back to the sewer.
Sewer's back on the table.

[scoffs]

There's something off
about this place.

It's not me.
It's not me!

[suspenseful music]