Original subtitles

(flames crackling)

(speaking indistinctly) (crowd clamoring)

(people shouting)

(clamoring, shouting)

(breathing shakily) PERSON: I am not leaving!

I have a right to be here! (people shouting)

(clanging, crashing)

PERSON: Yo, this bitch is crazy!

PERSON: Fuck you! (shouts indistinctly)

(roaring, clanging)

(people screaming) PERSON: Oh, my God!

(screams continue) PERSON: Oh, my God!

(chill music)

♪ ♪

What the fuck?

(loud pounding on door)

(breathing shakily)

(disquieting music)

(loud pounding on door)

Who is it?

♪ ♪

PERSON: Package delivery!

(sighs)

I need you to sign.

Have to knock like you're gonna assault somebody?

Jesus. (sighs) Sorry.

Thanks. Thank you.

(children shouting in distance)

(footsteps)

(sighs)

(breathing shakily)

(breathes deeply)

(slurps)

INSTRUCTOR: Good morning.

Good to see you guys again.

So we have a newcomer today.

Everybody welcome Daryl.

Hey. PERSON: Hey, Daryl.

INSTRUCTOR: What made you wanna come here?

Uh, well, you know, it just, um, seems like

the world is pretty crazy these days.

I mean, I don't know. Do you guys agree?

I believe the world's gonna go to shit.

I really do. I train for it.

I'm gonna train you for it.

It's about being ready. You understand?

You go far enough in this course,

and I'll teach you how to build your own bomb shelter.

(laughing quietly)

You should have your own bomb shelter

with twoyear supplies, minimum.

All right, Daryl, all my newbs

go through the same introductory test.

Lets me see what your skill level is,

what your limits are, etcetera, etcetera.

Cool? Yeah.

Step forward.

Ready?

Yeah, well, I I'm not really sure

(spray hissing) Defend, defend, defend!

Oh! Ahh! (Daryl coughing, gagging)

Come on. Punch the bags, Daryl.

Punch 'em! (Daryl coughing)

Come on, man. Come on, man.

You know what your ancestors went through?

(Daryl coughing)

Do you know what what cavemen went through?

Yeah, what if a lion was about to eat your family?

Defend! (Daryl coughing)

Come on, Daryl! (Daryl groaning)

(Daryl sighing)

Get him, man! Back up.

Get him! (indistinct chatter)

(grunts)

(blows landing) (grunting softly)

So, uh, why'd you get into all this?

I'm tired of being a cuck.

(blows landing) (laughs)

Hey! Don't laugh at him.

Everybody's got their own reasons to be here.

Line up!

Jumping jacks.

Go!

Faster. Faster. (Daryl panting)

Higher!

See this? What the fuck?

Come on, Daryl. Don't stop.

(stammering) Get over your fear, man.

You gonna let people walk all over you?

(whimpering) ZACHARY: Huh?

You gonna put your head in the sand?

Iyeah, no! No.

You wanna live in your mom's basement forever?

No. Good.

Neither do I.

(all panting) That's right!

(Zachary grunting rhythmically)

(birds chirping)

Club, sword, gun.

Man has always had an intimate relationship with weapons.

It's part of us.

It's part of our masculinity.

Come here, Daryl.

Here. Shoot the target.

Uhwhum...

What's the matter?

Itit's just I don't uh, I don't have any, like,

formal gun training or any gun training.

I...

What the fuck do you think we're doing out here?

Right, yeah. No, no, for sure.

But, uh, don't you need, like like, a license, or...

Daryl, I'm a cop.

It's okay.

Boom.

So Iuh...

Just... ZACHARY: Yeah.

(gunshot)

Wow, Daryl, you just might be a natural.

There is aoh. (thud)

God fuckin' damn it, Daryl.

What'd you have to go and shoot a federally protected bird for?

II didn't mean to, okay?

I told you I wasn't comfortable using a gun.

Oh, no, don't do not blame the gun.

The gun does not do anything without the human.

CAL: Maybe it's just a flesh wound.

(eagle screeches) DARYL: Oh, fuck!

(eagle screeching)

Put it out of its misery, Daryl.

Mmmm, no. Come on, do it.

No! Be a man.

No, I told you I'm not comfortable with guns!

No! Stop being weak, Daryl.

No, I don't wanna do it. Come on.

Okay? I don't wanna do it! No! Do it, Daryl.

How are you gonna get over your shit

if you can't man the fuck up right now?

I'll do it! I can be a man!

(shrieks) DARYL: Oh!

(grunting) CAL: I am not afraid!

I am not afraid!

(rapid gunfire) DARYL: Oh, God!

(gunshot)

(all panting)

Jesus fucking Christ, Daryl, grow a pair.

(panting) Oh, hey, look.

It's only a robot. (chuckles)

DARYL: That's a tracker.

Fuck. Are you kidding me? We're being tracked?

Fuck! CAL: Wait.

Prashant! PRASHANT: Don't use my name!

I don't wanna be deported!

Hey! Hey! Hey.

You are not pinning this on me, okay?

I have all your info.

Okay, let's let's just come clean, okay?

About the whole thing. It was an accident.

It waswe killed the bird

to stop it from suffering, okay?

Let's just all take responsibility here.

Are you stupid?

No, Daryl.

No, okay?

Nobody is responsible.

You understand?

Nobody is responsible.

(soft upbeat music playing)

♪ ♪

GRANDMA: Hmm.

Lasagna's on sale.