All language subtitles for The Man who Fell To Earth 102

Faraday!

Fuck.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

It's about fucking time.

I knew you'd make it.

I knew you'd make it.
I knew you'd make it.

Obedience.

Obedience is in
your very marrow.

Not that you have any.

You always were
the most obedient drone,

like a Dickensian child
on Christmas Day.

An obedient drone following
every directive to the letter.

Well, here's a letter.
"N"!

Is this
a cortextual download?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

This isn't gonna work if you
keep talking like a space man.

They're called "dreams" here.

I held them at bay
for a few years,

but when I wore down
and they broke through,

it became very difficult to know

when I was dreaming
and when I wasn't.

But this is now,

and we're on Earth,
more or less.

And they're looking for me.

Always looking. The men
with guns and X-ray eyes.

I had to bring you to a place
where they couldn't listen.

Or see.

We waited for you
to return with water.

Yeah...

Long enough
to watch the seas boil.

But you never came.

I got distracted.

That's why I sent for you,
my best and brightest pupil.

Our last hope.

Lesson one, don't smoke.

Or if you do, get yourself
a lighter like this one.

They'll know you really mean it.

You abandoned us.

Is that what they say about me?

There was a consensus
never to say your name.

I defended you.

How many are left?

And try not to sound
like a toddler.

We took a roster at every orbit.

There was always one less.

How many are left?

Only a few thousand.

You want your money back?

Forty years.

Humans,

you have to let
the virus in again.

Nobody tells you
but I'm telling you.

If our mission
is to be successful,

you have to let them in.

Just a teensy bit. Just enough.

A scooch.

You have to see with their eyes.

But you mustn't become attached.

You mustn't.

To save Anthea,
you'll have to work fast,

and follow
my instructions precisely.

It's taken all these years
to prepare everything for you.

I brought you here
to finish what I started.

And when we succeed this time,
I will finally get to

leave this lonely, lonely place.

You know, my eyes...

Sometimes I'm grateful.

I pretend I'm already home.

Wake up.

Wake up! You sleepyhead.

I built a company.

They stole it from me.

You're gonna steal it back.

No ethical hiccups, please.

The key to our salvation
is inside.

You're gonna need some
of these sapiens to help you.

Did you find the woman
like I instructed?

Did you find Justin Falls?

Shit!

Fuck.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck. Fuck.

OriGen.

OriGen.

Jesus Christ.

OriGen!

Oh.

The fuck?

- Hey.
- Uh, fellas.

Excuse me.

Okay. Okay.
Come on. Sit down.

Steaks on the house.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

- Vicky.
- Jose.

- Okay. Here you go.
- Mm.

I remember you. From last time.

Your friend said
you were on the spectrum.

You hungry?

You look kind of vegan.

We got baked potato.

I do not need
baked potato.

I need to find OriGen.

The origin of what, exactly?

OriGen.

Can you do, uh, Google?

I'm in the middle
of a shift, so...

I can take a break
in a few minutes.

Meet me out back.

Freak.

OriGen.

Oh, shit.

What happened
to my goose?

Oh, I, um...
I bumped into her,

but we'll fix her
in the morning.

When'd Marcus leave?

About an hour ago.

He couldn't wait anymore
'cause of his hospital shift.

I put Grandpa to bed.

He took his pill.

- Team Grandpa.
- Mm.

Yeah. Team Grandpa. Thank you.

- What did you have for dinner?
- Nuggets.

Nuggets?

Ooh.

Can you be asleep now?

Yeah.

There you go. Mm-hmm.

You don't smell minty.

You didn't brush.

- I did.
- You did?

I used the toothpaste
that smells like ketchup.

Oh! That toothpaste.

Good night, sweet pea.

OriGen...

OriGen Global.

It's a tech company
in Seattle. Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Take me.

It's in Seattle, Washington.

You have to fly.

- Take me.
- Stop.

I'll call you a taxi.

To the airport. Yeah?

You are emitting
electric impulses

one hundred and ten times
each minute.

Chorionic gonadotropin.

No, that's the beef gravy, hon.

You are pregnant.

Ta-da!

What? No.

No, that's not possible.
I'm not... Stop.

Epinephrine.

- Fear.
- Look,

I don't know
what your problem is, but...

Are you afraid

that there will not be
enough resources left

on this planet to see
your offspring to maturity?

What?

Because there likely will not be
and your child might die

before it realizes
its purpose.

This is Spencer Clay,
staff operations.

Uh-huh.

I'm looking at a transfer file
for a pallet of C-93 drives,

ordered by the DO to be
shipped to the Sahel region.

Is that Africa?

That's North Africa, yes.
That's correct.

We don't have any, man.

Okay, well,
that's gonna be a problem

'cause those drives only work
in agency workstations.

C-93.
Those ones were phased out.

C-93, yeah.

Yeah, like, eight months ago.

I'm not aware of that.

Yeah, man.
They're, like, obsolete.

I'm not aware of that.

I think I used one to, like,
clean up after my dog.

I'm not aware of that.

They don't tell you much,
do they?

You still there?

Hello?

Dessert first...

Is saying yes to life.

It's also saying
"fuck you" to your arteries,

so I don't know
if we can do this forever.

Oh, I can.
Don't be a quitter, Spence.

You are thin.

Get a cheeseburger.

- Oh, hi. Hey.
- Oh. Hey there.

Uh, Daisy. Hi.

Could I get a, uh,
seltzer with lime,

burger with Swiss, well-done,

and can you please

bring this woman
all the cheesecake she wants

for the rest of eternity?

Thank you.

You have always

- sucked up to waitresses.
- Mm-hmm.

L'chaim.

You know I'm just
suckin' up to you, right?

My last friend in government.

I was your first friend
in government,

thank you very much.

Here you go.

- Oh, sorry.
- Sorry.

I'm sorry, didn't I say lemon?

I'm happy
to switch it out for you.

Or actually could you
just pour me a new one?

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Daisy. Appreciate it.

Why am I here
at 11:00 at night?

Because you work
until 11:00 at night.

- Fair.
- You look like shit.

Keeping myself busy, Drew.
You know that.

I know you are.

Stop it.

I know you did everything
you could, okay?

If it weren't for you,
I couldn't get a job

at the fucking DMV.

Oh, eat your cake.

Okay.

So we found him
strung out at a karaoke bar.

- What was he singing?
- Carpenters.

Superstar.

Oh, no.

Okay. Shoot.

You got it
completely wrong, Daisy.

- Swiss, well-done.
- Uh, no.

Medium with Gruyere.

Like I asked.
Did you want something?

- I'm good.
- Okay.

Oh, can I also get
a plate for the lime?

- You said lemon.
- What?

Lime. Daisy.

My God, are you fucking with me?

I said lime, Daisy.

I said lime.
Were you listening? Lime.

Did you know
lime's the green one?

I think maybe you should
repeat that after me.

Lime is the green one.

- Yeah. The green one.
- Thank you.

Hey, Dais... Daisy?

You can actually
bring that back.

I'll... I'll have it. It's fine.

At this rate,
we'll be up till 2:00 a.m.

- Enjoy.
- Sure. Thanks, Daisy.

You did real work.
Meaningful work.

How many, on your watch,
do you think?

1,502.

On my watch, 1,502 rapists,

criminals and parasites
were deported

out of this country
because I care.

That is meaningful work
and I am so proud of you.

Yeah, I screwed up
with that Ukrainian family,

but I'm fine with that, Drew.
Okay?

I'm fine with the legalities
and the ethics of that,

because they're not here.

- Spence.
- Hmm?

I got a funny ping.

You brought me a ping?

Well, it's a little
more than that.

Something weird enough

to get flagged by cryptography.

They couldn't crack it.

Okay.

This is a 40-year-old CIA file

with a lot of black lines.

- It was a tornado.
- Tornado?

Out of Los Alamos,
few hours ago.

- You do tornados now?
- We detected a signal

broadcasting
from inside the funnel.

Bi-directional.

That's crosstalk.

That's a glitch.

Los Alamos,
that's Kirkland air base.

So it's probably a bug
in the AWACS radar.

Ping was flagged
in connection with this file.

Same frequency popped up
45 years ago. Same location.

It was tagged
"An Anomalous Noise Event."

Cryptography thinks
it's a possible terror threat.

So we need to understand
how those signals connect.

Forty-five years ago?

Who filed the original report?

Everybody listed
in this file is dead.

- So?
- Except a guy.

Where is he?

Denali, Alaska.
Dr. Gregory Papel.

An agency psychiatrist
out of Technical Services.

Best I can do is coordinates.

It's not really
an address sorta place,

and I need someone I can trust
to talk to this guy,

without bells and whistles.

See what you can
pull out of him, huh?

Anything for you.

Thanks, kiddo.

You know, you'll be my age

before that silly cunt brings
you your fucking profiterole.

Hey, don't
stick your head out too far.

It may come home
in another car.

Television.

Ta-da.

ID?

ID.

ID.

Sir, are you all right?

Seattle, Washington.

ID.

Faizan Hamshi?

Is there any radiation
present in the building?

Sir, do you need
some medical attention?

Sir? Sir?

Sir, do you need
medical attention?

Sir?

Are you all right, sir?

Sir?

Code yellow. Repeat, yellow.

African-American male.

Gray jacket, brown khaki pants.

Copy. I got him.
Heading to the north exit.

Yo, what the fuck!

Put your hands
on your head.

Stop moving now!

Sir, put your hands
on your head, now!

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ!

Good morning, Mr. Falls.

Mm-hmm.

- Hi, Josiah.
- No.

Dad, be nice.

Hmm. I'm being nice.

And I'm here
with all these nice people.

- Hi, guys.
- There he is.

Oh, Josiah,
you and your plastic straws

are killing the planet.

Juzzie, bring me
some asbestos in a sippy cup

for this righteous
Greenpeace Olympian.

And a slice of dolphin
on a Kaiser roll.

Don't you start
your shit, Josiah.

You mind your mouth
around my granddaughter.

Guys, let's work those lungs,
but lower the volume.

Ms. Justin.

Will you be taking care
of the balance today?

Today? Yeah, uh,
at the end of the day

when I pick him up
after my shift.

You're only in arrears
for three days,

but you have massive
overtime charges.

I'm a fan of your father,

but I'm sorry
to have to tell you,

if you're late
picking him up again,

he's no longer welcome here.

I understand. Bye.

Keep on walking, Don.

At least I'm not
the one in the wheelchair.

Don't make me come out

- of this wheelchair...
- It's okay.

...because if I come out
of this wheelchair,

I'll put a isotope
up your back side.

Josiah! Don's a sick man.

Oh! Don's a sick man, is he?

I'll tell you what Don has.
Don has death.

Don has a dose of death.

Welcome to the club, Don.

And you're worried about

how a man sips his celery tonic.

I got it.

When he's angry,
he actually works out good.

Thanks, Hector.
Uh, bye, Dad.

- Come on, sweetie.
- All right, daughter.

Come on. Come on.

Mom, Don has death.

Yeah, you still
have to go to school.

What happened to your truck?

Nothin'.

Fuck you, then,
if you're not gonna tell me.

I'm sorry, Portia. I'm
a little stressed right now.

You think?

You think maybe
scrubbing poison,

scrambling for the next gig
scrubbing poison,

and maybe being
lucky enough to work

back-to-back, 16-hour shifts
is maybe contributing?

Thanks.

They're gonna take
the house next month.

I can't keep Dad in rehab.

And one of his prescriptions
is $40 a day.

- Every day. Forever.
- Okay.

You wanna be crazy

or you wanna be sane enough
to figure this shit out?

Yeah, I don't feel very sane.

No shit.

No, like...

I mean, I saw something
last night, and...

It freaked me out.

You mean, like, a real thing?

No, I... I can't explain.
It was just like...

- Try.
- I can't.

- I really can't.
- Try.

Look, I just need to find out
if it was real. Okay?

If I pretend it didn't happen,
then I will go crazy.

Like, not funny, okay?

Real wind-on-the-wing-
of-madness crazy.

But I can't be crazy because
I have no fuckin' time.

Be where you are.

Hello?

Uh, no, no. I... I think...

Uh...

Okay.

Okay, I'm on my way. Thanks.

Was it your dad?

No, it's not.
Uh, I just gotta go.

Oh, okay. Um,
did you hear anything I said?

Yep. I am being where I am.

- Gotta go.
- Okay.

He's trying to get to Seattle.

Seattle?

Yeah, a lot.

Did you know he named you
his emergency contact?

No.

X-rays are preventing me
from using the airport,

and I have to get to Seattle.

He stole it.

You're an asshole.

The cops are gonna
get it back to the guy.

They think your friend's
on some shit

they don't know about yet.

He drinks water like a camel.

I have four stomachs.

Are they charging him?

Look, he's the cherry
on a weird day.

- A kid puked in the luggage...
- I have to get to Seattle.

It's the top of a long weekend

and nobody wants the paperwork.

- I have to get to Seattle.
- If you sign for him...

If you don't,
he goes to the psych unit,

he's there a couple of days
till he gets a full exam.

I have to get to...

Stop talking.

...Seattle.

Your epinephrine levels
are vacillating so much

it is irritating
my sinus cavities

and making my scalp itch.
You need stabilizing.

You know what? You're right.

You're right.
You're totally right.

Did you come here
just to leave me?

Was there a tornado?

Was that real?

'Cause, you know,
the only thing

that makes sense to me
is that I was hallucinating...

It was real.

Your message was inside it?

It was.

From who?

My adept.

Thomas Newton?

How is that possible?

You cannot understand it yet.

If we continue, you will.

No, no, no. No.

You can be as crazy as you like.

But I can't be, all right?

How did you survive that?

Who are you?

I am an immigrant.

No, my father's an immigrant.

You're... You're a...

From Anthea.

I...

I saw your face.

Your real face. I saw it.

I am talking to someone
from another planet.

So am I.

Jesus Christ.

I received my instructions.

I understand my next step.

My planet is dying.

My species is dying.

My mission is to save them.

In Seattle?

There is a company
called OriGen.

They have the design
for a machine.

One that will save Anthea.

Do you know how impossible
it is for me

to believe you right now?

- Uh, I...
- That is the wrong equation.

The equation is,

do you believe what you saw?

I don't know
what you want from me.

You are a specialist

in Nuclear Fusion
Plasma Modeling.

You want me
to help you build it?

We will build it together.

Anthean science
has Earth corollaries.

You will translate for me.

My mission is your mission.

No. No. Okay.

No, all right?
This is all crazy

and that's not
what I do anymore.

All right? No, I can't. Just no.

This is all I have left.

Look,

I'm gonna pick up my dad
and my daughter,

and then, I don't know, I'll...

I'll take you to a bus station.

But that's the best
I can do for you.

I'm sorry.

Forty, 80, 120.

In the police station,
my intake was also processed

- by a woman.
- Oh.

Women are first contact
for most humans

because they possess
an olfactory introduction.

I smell no threat
in your presence.

Okay.

Okay. Just...

Okay.

Sit there.

And please
try not to smell any women.

Curled up like an autumn leaf.

You're a poet.

But I thought
you're from the Bahamas.

Hi, guys.

I am. I learned
about autumn in Chicago,

when Juzzie was just a baby.

- She was early, you know.
- Oh.

She had important things to do.

Thanks, Hector.
I'll see you tomorrow.

You didn't tell me
I was an early baby.

Hmm. You never asked.

Shit.

Yes, and the house is on fire.

Nothing is on fire presently.

No, no, honey.

You're supposed to say
"Yes, and..."

It's improv. It's acting.
You can do it.

- Improv.
- Mm-hmm.

Improvisation.

- That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

This is improvisation.

You create one from zero.

Sure.

Why you going so fast?
Who you looking for?

Uh, a colleague.

- A colleague?
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, and...

Good.

Yes, and I'm going to rescue
my beloved cat, Fred.

We have all agreed

to believe in Fred, the cat.

That's right.
I'm going to rescue

my beloved cat, Fred.

Yes.

And I do not understand
why you are still alive.

Are you the last speakers
of an ancient language?

Is there a decades-long task

you must complete before
you are permitted to die?

Oh, Jesus.

I am so sorry, everyone.

- I'm so sorry.
- That's all right.

You store your aged
and forget about them.

Why expend planetary
resources when a peaceful,

well-planned death
would be efficient?

I like
that boy's thinking.

Whose mandate is this?

You are a pupa.

You're a larva. Larva.

Molly Molls. Stop staring.

She is taking me to Seattle.

I'm taking you
to the bus station.

Who's hungry?

I had mac and cheese for lunch.

I had an amino acid pack
before impact.

1-888-Car-Talk.

Ah.

- That's 1-888-227-8255.
- Change the frequency.

No. This is my show.

Change the frequency,

- please.
- Are you the radio sheriff?

Okay, do I have to stop
this truck?

You have already
stopped the truck.

You're in trouble, Grandpa.

I prefer music.

♪ It was
the third of September ♪

No talking.

- Oh, yes!
- That is talking.

Just listen.

♪ Yes, I will ♪

♪ 'Cause that was the day ♪

♪ That my daddy died ♪

♪ I never had a chance to see him ♪

♪ Never heard nothin'
but bad things about him ♪

♪ Mama, I'm depending on you ♪

♪ To tell me the truth ♪

♪ Mama just hung her head ♪

You do the drums, yeah?

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

That's right.

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Come on, son.
Sing with me, sing with me.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Dr. Gregory Papel?

I see your chimney

is on.

If you could just, uh,
spare a moment for me.

You wear contacts?

Keep your eyes open.

Open your fuckin' eyes, wide!

That looks like a contact to me.

I'm not wearing contacts.

I'm not wearing contacts.

Ow! What the f...
What the fuck?

You crazy bastard!

Had to make sure.

Make sure of what?
Who do you think I am?

Everyone else is dead.

Okay, look, um,

- I just came here...
- You were sent here!

No shit! Who would volunteer
to come to this shithole?

Got to keep on top of it,
got to keep on top of it!

Lord, wash away my iniquity,
wash away my iniquity

and cleanse me of my sin.

Can you guys bring the food?

Grandpa made it
over years and years.

He made all the broken things
come alive again,

before his hands curled up.
He's a builder bee.

Now, you're the builder bee.

People came
from all over. It was so cool.

Here you go.

We built a lot of this
together, you know.

Where do you think my girls
get it from, hmm?

The Nerd Farm brought
Grandpa from the Bahamas,

'cause he's a super genius.

God bless the Nerds!

Mom worked there, too.

The Los Alamos
National Laboratory.

Your field was particle physics.

Her doctoral dissertation
evolved your work.

She is quantifiably
more intelligent.

How much more?
Is there a percentage?

Twenty-six.

Did you tell him to say that?

Yeah, I did.

She's brilliant.

No matter how she feels,
she's brilliant!

A flawed path does not
make that any less true.

Everyone makes mistakes.

What flaws?
What mistakes?

You have a bus to catch.

It'll be faster
if you drive me to Seattle.

Yeah,
but I'm not going to.

We're gonna eat, quick.

We haven't had company
for four or five years.

There is a bird in the dogsled.

Dad, you are not allowed
to like him.

It's too late.

Maybe there's a dog
in the bird-sled.

Are you a radical theorist?

Are you gonna eat your fries?

You are a formidable pupa.

Hmm.

Wash away my iniquity
and cleanse me of my sin.

Hey, I can, um...

I can tell you
everything I know.

Uh...

It's... It's not much, but...

But maybe
it'll help us relax.

Okay, sir?

I came here
'cause there was, uh...

Uh, a signal in a tornado

about 48 hours ago. Okay?

And your name,
it was attached to a file.

The signal was bi-directional.

Which... It's... It...
It's like there's two...

There's two people talking.

Does that mean anything to you?

Two people?

Two people.

I'm just trying to figure out

why that signal pinged your file

from 45 years ago, man.

That's when we first heard it!

He was trying to send a message.

I guess someone
finally answered.

Who? What message?

You are so fucked!

They just sent you,
they sent you like

one of those Airedale dogs
in World War I,

running between the trenches.

Good boy, good boy.

Or a German Shepherd
out in space,

or a monkey on a rocket!

A monkey can be a cosmonaut

'cause they didn't tell him
he's gonna die.

You're gonna die.

Or you're gonna want to,

after what they make you do.

I thought insurance
would keep me alive.

That fucking film!

That's what you came for.

I have no fucking clue what
you're talking about, man.

What film?

He was sweet.

He was so sweet. Newton.

His face, an angel.

He was like an angel.

It's still fucking looking at me

when I close my eyes.

Nothing gets rid of it.
Not even prayer.

But, just... Who...
Who are you talking about?

Who's Newton?

We took his eyes out.

We made him a psychopath.

We did that.

- I did that!
- Hey.

No. No, no way, Dr. Papel.

You... You did your job, okay?
You did your job.

And that's okay.

But tell me,
who are you talking about?

And what insurance?

What film?

I sure learned
what's inside me. I sure did.

This ends now.
One monkey to another.

I won't let you do it again.

- No one will survive it!
- Okay, fuckin' wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

Dr. Papel, wait, please.

Please.

I just go.
I go where they send me, okay?

Hell is where we're going.

I took his eyes! He's insane!

He's insane!
Do you know what that means?

Yeah.

No. No. You don't.

And now there's another one.

Oh, God, I am so fucking tired.

You got no idea
what's coming to you.

Dear God in Heaven.

- Soft piano music playing
-You have your mysteries.

You've made us to be flawed.

In our flaws,
we see our possibilities.

In our flaws, we see your mercy.

We see your wisdom.

We see who you want us to be

and who we can be.

We thank you
for the opportunities

for us to discover ourselves

through our mistakes.
We're humble in your presence.

Grateful, Almighty.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Who are you talking to?

Most times, it's the Lord,

but I heard him say it
about Tina Turner.

What are the mysteries?

Things people don't know.

You are a scientist.

How can you allow that to be?

Allowing it to be
makes me a scientist.

You're not supposed
to know everything.

That is right.
That's the truth.

Are you afraid to take me
where I have to go?

- What?
- I smell it.

The amygdala response
in your brain was triggered

when Josiah said
things go astray.

Maybe you're smelling the cow
we're eating right now.

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

My mom
doesn't get afraid.

Or if she does,
she does it anyway.

- Yeah.
- Well, things do go astray.

One little cell went astray
in my body

and caused all...

Caused all this...

I am aware.

I like your cells.

Mm-hmm.

It's frightening
when in one moment,

everything changes.

And you get jammed up
and caught up

and you have to explain
your whole damn life!

- Dad?
- She was a world changer.

You know how many
come along in a generation?

- One.
- Hey, Dad? Dad?

The pupa is afraid as well.

Don't talk about my child,
please.

No faith!
A white girl would never...

White girl would've cried.

She would've been given
a hanky and a cookie.

They made her defend herself.
We had to defend her!

- Defend her from what?
- Dad, you're freaking her out.

Molly, come sit with me, baby.
Come on.

You're a world changer!

- Stop it! Stop!
- My stomach hurts.

- Molly? Molly.
- Oh.

It's time for you to go.

She is not
utilizing her purpose.

- You think I don't know that?
- Hey, we're leaving.

You have to take me to...

I don't. I have to work.

The equation is ill-conceived.
I have purpose,

you and Molly have potential.

Josiah has neither.

You mind your mouth, boy.

He does not need you.

You can place him
with the others until...

Don't say that out loud.

- Mom, my stomach hurts.
- I'll be right there, Molly.

Josiah, it is clear

that you have exceeded

any usefulness
you ever possessed.

A final useful act
would be for you to die now

and free Justin
to realize her potential.

I take care of him, okay?
End of fucking story.

- Juzzie!
- Get up. Get up.

Go wait outside.

Juzzie.

He's telling us
God's truth, you know.

Mom?

Get in and wait.

Mommy, my stomach really hurts.

Oh, I know, baby.

Portia's gonna take care
of you till I get back, okay?

- For how long?
- Real quick, baby.

Portia!

Twenty minutes?

Sure. No problem.

I'll be right back,
okay, baby?

Hey, you hungry?

...have
their work cut out for them.

And look at that.

The ball rockets off
the bat of...

Oh, ahh...

Juzzie.

Oh, my God. Dad. Dad.

Oww.

Can we go to Seattle

now?

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