All language subtitles for The.Power.S01E02_EngCP

Hey.

Hey.

Wake up. Happy anniversary.

Happy anniversary. What time is it?

Early, sorry.
I wanted to get a run in before work.

Hmm, so sweaty.

I have an insane day.

I wanted to tell you...
to your face before you leave.

I love you.

Oh.

And tonight, we're going to drink wine.

- Oh, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, and we're going to talk
about grown up stuff.

It's nothing to do with work or the kids.

Oh, thank God.

And then... we're gonna fuck.

We're gonna what?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

I... I'll get rid of the kids,
and I'll, uh...

I'll manscape.

God, I love your plan.

But I love you even more.

- What?
- Oh, God.

- Are you kidding me?
- No, what the hell is going on?

- What is going on, you guys?
- Come on.

- Jos, what happened?
- Oh, God!

- Oh, my God. Are you okay?
- Back off, back off!

- Don't touch me!
- I got it, I got it.

I got it, watch out. Move back!
Move back, honey!

We got an alarm. There's a fire?

- Not anymore.
- We're okay. Thanks, Frank.

Why is the house screaming?

Jos tried to burn it down.

- Teenage girl hormone rage, probably.
- Shut up, Matty!

All right, guys, come on.
Everything's fine.

We got it all under control.

Now get ready for school,
we're running late. Let's go, let's go.

What d'you mean everything's fine?
It's Chernobyl in here.

Uh, that's a little dramatic, Matty.

Please, get ready,
we are extremely late, please!

Jos, what happened?

I don't know.

What's going on, honey?

We are not accusing you, okay?

If you left a spoon inside,
well, for that...

I am not stupid, Dad!

I am not saying that, my love.

Hi! Hola!
Can we speak English?

Honey, come on. Respectfully.
How long have we been married?

Twenty years
and you haven't picked up one word.

Didn't I get you the Rosetta Stone?

She hasn't the time
to learn our language.

She's too busy kissing babies
and cutting ribbons.

- Hey, hey.
- Oh, come on, come on, Jos, Jos, come on.

You can't talk to your mom like that.

Hey, what's going on with you?

- It's Helen, I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay, babe. It's okay.

This better be important.

The fucking world is on fire.

We need you here. Now.

Emergency Services are
reaching their OT budget for the year.

We need to hit up
someone with deeper pockets.

Um, will you set a call
with the Governor, please?

- All right, what else?
- Puget Sound Energy.

Blackouts, blown grids, fuse boxes.
They're saying it isn't equipment failure.

I think we should get an outside party
to verify that. Please.

Another fire in Beacon Hill,
a family restaurant.

The Chief is saying
it's under control now,

but it spread
to a neighbouring apartment building.

Three dead,
several residents still missing.

Another teenage girl.

The family is insisting
it was an accident.

The father claims
the fire came from her hands.

Exact words.

Beacon Hill
is predominantly Chinese immigrants.

Is it possible that something
was lost in translation?

It's possible.

- You speak Mandarin, right?
- And Cantonese.

I'm on it.

Okay. Kick ass.

You all kick so much ass. Thank you.

Everybody has their marching orders,
right?

It's the twelfth fire this week?

- Crazy.
- What the hell is happening?

Teen girls are setting shit on fire.

I'm not surprised,
this world they're growing up in...

Yeah, I wish I could set
some shit on fire sometimes.

Fires, girls, the power outages.

I mean,
y'think they're somehow connected?

I'll look into it.

Hey, Jos, I'm so sorry about...

My mom. Can't she just text
like a normal person?

Have you heard about
this weird electric thing girls are doing?

I mean, yeah, kind of. Why?
What have you heard about it?

- I've heard that's what causes it.
- What, texting?

No. Girls, you know,
messing with themselves... with vibrators.

Um...

Okay, well, I haven't heard that one yet.

Uh, but you know what?

I have a test for World Civ,

- so I will see you later, okay? Cool.
- Oh. Okay.

Hey, Quinn. Uh, where's Cat?

Uh, probably ditching 'cause of the test.
Did you study?

Yeah, kind of.

I don't know, like a whole chapter
on the French Revolution?

Like, when am I actually
going to use that in my life?

I know, right? I'm about to fail so hard.

- Look at that. No more test!
- Oh, my God. So fire!

Hey.

This is Rob Lopez.
He's in charge of these trials.

Nice to meet you.

Dr. Lopez is going to take a look
at the marks on your arm,

if that's okay, Sara?

Sure.

So, Sara... you okay?

Yeah.

Good, good, good.

Look, I'm sorry to hear about
all the difficulty you've been having,

but I really don't think that it's...

It's anything that we can't fix,
all right?

And look, I know.
I... I have two daughters at home,

and I know they worry
about everything.

Okay, may I?

Okay.

That's a lotta meds
for such a little body, huh?

Sara struggles managing big feelings,
especially when she's angry.

Right. And she's been diagnosed
with Intermittent Explosive Disorder, huh?

Yeah, Sara didn't really
start having these problems

until a couple of years back.

- Did something happen?
- No, nothing... that we know of.

Just the violent collision
with her nightmare teen years.

Trust me, I know all about that.

- I have one around her age.
- Mm-hmm.

- Except mine's 17.
- Mmm.

What does your daughter say when you try
to talk to her about her feelings, huh?

Talk? Sara doesn't talk.

She screams. She hates me.
She hates everyone.

I'm sorry.

Here.

Okay, let's see. We got, uh...

Depakote, Tegretol, Topamax,
Abilify, Risperdal, PRN phenobarbital.

- Wow.
- Yeah, we've tried everything.

But that's what caused the marks, right?

All the meds, and she had
side effects from them and reactions?

No. None of these medications,
even in combination,

could have caused anything like this.

I'm sorry. But, you see this,
this scarification pattern right here?

It's, uh, it's very distinct.

It's called a Lichtenberg figure and
it's uniquely caused by electrical burns.

So has Sara experienced
electrical shock lately?

Maybe had an accident of sorts
that you're not aware of?

No. No, I... I mean, I don't think so.

She would tell me about
something like that, wouldn't she?

Kellie, I'm sorry.

I know this is delicate,
but I'm going to have to ask.

Are you sure
that no one's been hurting her?

No. No. Not that I know of.

Just fights. Normal playground things.

With girls. With other girls.

Right.

The streets of Carpathia are burning.

These fires are not accidents.

They are acts of vandalism and anarchism.
The perpetrators will face

capital punishment.

These are not just young girls,
they are terrorists!

As your devoted president, I will restore
law and order, God help me.

Fuck you all.

Later this year, in October 1999,

the best gymnasts from 71 countries
around the world

will come together in Tianjin, China,
which will set the stage

for the ultimate prize,
the coveted gold at the Sydney Olympics.

But first come the national competitions.

And in Carpathia, a surprising
bright new talent is emerging.

It will mostly come down to my performance
at the trials, which I should win easily.

I've been training since I was
two years old, and I want to be the best.

I want to make
my country proud of me.

And also my sister, Zoia.

And your mother?

Sure.

Already a darling
of the Carpathian press,

it's now a question

of whether she makes
the team for the Tianjin push.

Can you tell us
your name again, please?

My name is Tatiana Donici.
And I'm 15 years old.

Cut!

Boy, you're bold
to be showing your face here!

Hm. My daddy is going to kill you.

How is she?

How do you think she is, Tunde?

Please.

Jesus.

Thank you.

All finished off.

Thank you, sir.

Look at me.

Ndudi...

Look at me!

Do you know the trouble I'm in?

I'm sorry.

My dad wants to perform a deliverance.

Ndudi's parents said no visitors.

I'm going to find out
what happened to you.

What this thing is.

He fucking deserved it.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

What has the Father ever done for you?

No one's ever come to save you.

Since the minute you were born,

this world's done nothing
but kick you in the teeth.

It's time to stop playing nice.

And take what you need.

please call 911.

Clyde was a good man.

He gave years of service
to the Soul First Baptist Church. Years.

He didn't deserve to die like this.

Police have confirmed

they identified
17-year-old Allison Montgomery

as a key suspect in this murder.

And the public have been asked
not to approach her

as she is considered very dangerous.

We're closing soon.

You new? I'm here to see my dad.

I'm Bernie Monke's daughter.

- Move.
- You can't bring that in.

Oi oi!

Madam, I'll be with you
in literally one moment, okay...

Who the fuck is that outside?

You just head straight upstairs
to the right.

That's where he'll be, madam, okay?

Uh, how's that one?

What did the police say about mom?

Oi. You can't just come in here!

- We're working!
- Alright, alright. I got it, I got it.

How're you holding up, love?

I want to find the men who killed my mom.

I saw their faces. I can help.

Alright, listen, Rox. Listen to me.

I'm... I'm so sorry about what happened.

Now I know you miss her. We all do.
But Ricky's right.

This is a business
and we've got customers downstairs.

Was it your business that got her killed?

Were they after you? Payback or something?

No, no. They reckon it was a...
It was a burglary gone wrong.

Stupid pricks. They picked the wrong
fucking house, didn't they?

They said the girl wasn't supposed
to be here, like...

Like they knew who I was.

They could have been casing the place.

They must have seen you coming and going.

I tell you what.

We'll look into it. All right?

Promise you.

I want them dead, Dad.
I want to be there when you kill them.

Oi, oi, oi, no one's killing anyone.

I'm handling this with the police.
This is a proper investigation.

Since when does Bernie Monke
trust the police to handle his business?

You don't think this is killing me?

I loved your mom.
I am taking care of everything.

But we have to be careful
because we got coppers everywhere,

and I don't need you
doing something stupid, little girl.

Do you hear me?

Right? Time to go.

Terry, show Roxy out.

That's my boy.

I know.

Well, he said Wednesday,

so I'm just sitting here
waiting for him to call.

Well, I don't know, Kaleigh.
Why did I think he'll change?

What kind of childhood bullshit do I have
to unpick to be free from this arsehole?

Oh, God. Okay, look, I gotta go.
All right. 7:30.

Uh-huh?

I'd like to pawn this.

Well, now. This belong to something?

Came from a necklace.

Uh-uh. A necklace, you say?

Well, it's got some scratches on it.

I'll give you $100.

- That's a real ruby.
- And I said I'll give you $100.

Remember those eels?

They made the fish
swim right into their mouths.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I ain't giving my money to no meth addict.

- That is...
- Now, you walk.

I'm sorry. I get a little lightheaded.

- I'm donating blood.
- You do what now?

Blood. They pay $50 a pint.

I forgot to eat my cookie after.

Oh, my gosh. Okay, well, sit down.

- Sit down.
- Are you sure?

Of course I am!
Sit your butt down in that chair.

Can I have something to drink, please?

Well, of course!

Oh, for goodness sake...

What you have
is way better than any gun.

You'll see.

Here we go, darling.
You can have some juice.

You want a cookie?

Okay.

I'll be with you in a minute there, Billy.

I'm just looking.

You know, a real ruby like this,
I reckon it's worth more. About...

$150.

Thank you.

You make me look like a crazy person.

I'm just helping you
get where you need to go.

- And where the hell is that?
- You'll know it when you see it.

Okay, fine.

My friend.

Talk to me.

What kind of trouble is Ndudi in?

People are calling her a witch.

Mom, you know she's not a witch.

Tell that to her father.

I don't understand you anymore.

Hm?

You know that juju is dangerous.

Why are you messing with these things?

I wasn't thinking.

I... I was following a story.

I'm sorry.

You need to fix this.

And do not talk
about this with your sister.

I don't want her getting any ideas.

Do you hear me?

- I have heard, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Hm? It's okay.

One of the interns found it.
It was posted by some kid in Nigeria.

Tunde Ojo.
A vlogger with, like, 12 followers.

Anyone with Snapchat can do this, right?

It's like filters or something.

God, it looks so real.

And you should see the comments.

They are filled with kids
saying that it's happening to them

or they've seen it before.
Electricity coming out of their hands.

Hmm...

All teenage girls?

From what I've seen, yes.

- Any word back from Governor Dandon?
- He's been in meetings all day.

Oh, horse shit. It's the Senate Campaign.
He's fundraising.

His assistant said
he has a private function for campaign

donors at the mansion tonight.

Fuck!

I guess that means I'm going to
fucking Olympia on my fucking anniversary.

Can you please call Rob
and let him know I'm going to be late?

Sure. Oh, can you do me a favor?

Okay, Mary Poppins.
What are these?

In case there's press at Dandon's.

We've got negative feedback
on those heels.

Too expensive.

These heels?
That I paid $800 for 'cause you said

I needed to look more aspirational?

I'm sorry.

The progressive base is a fickle mistress.

These aren't too bad.

Okay.

Ah! Ow. They hurt.

You get what you pay for, I guess.

You know, Governor Dandon
wears $1,000 Ferragamos.

No one says anything.

Whoever's obsessed with my shoes
should get a fucking life.

How'd the World Civ exam go, huh?
How'd you do?

It was fine.

Fine, just fine?

Yeah.

Okay.

You're on point, Jos.

You're on point, Jos.

You're on point, Jos.

♪ Now here's a fucking introduction
Of how nice I am ♪

♪ Tell your mother
Tell your father, send a telegram ♪

♪ I'm like an energizer
'Cause you see, I last long ♪

♪ My crew is never ever wack
Because we stand strong ♪

Yeah, yeah! Mm, mm, mm.

Oh, my God.

That... that was the kind of music
I used to listen to when I was your age.

It was so cool to me back then.
Oh, my God.

You should, you should, uh,
check it out sometime.

I think you might like it.

'Cause these guys, not only were they fun,
but they were socially conscious.

You know, woke...
Woke before even woke was a thing.

And the sampling, oh, my God.

It was everything.
They used world music, jazz.

I mean, I know... I know everybody
samples now, but back then...

Alright, alright, I get it.
I'm a lame dad, alright?

I'll just drive and shut up.

Oh, shit!

The fuck?

Shit, honey.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.
Um, like a static shock or something.

Jos, was that... was that the same thing
that happened with the microwave?

- Jos?
- No.

You can tell me.

No. God.

Maybe your stereo
is just old like your stupid music.

Jos.

♪ ...Ribena, sassasina ♪

♪ Big boys, pretty girls ♪

♪ Ribena, sassasina
Big boys, pretty girls ♪

♪ Ribena, sassasina
Big boys, pretty girls ♪

♪ Ribena, sassasina
Big boys, pretty girls ♪

You okay?

- What's the trouble?
- Won't start.

- Can I take a look?
- I got a guy coming.

Just another man
underestimating you? Nothing to say here.

- Where are you headed?
- Food bank.

Hush now. Telling everyone our business.

I grew up around cars.
My dad's a mechanic.

Yeah, you got jumper cables
in your back pocket?

Yeah, maybe.

Where'd you come from all alone?

Missed my bus.

You know what you can do to help me?

Tell me if that accelerator cable moves
if I start it.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

- Nothing.
- Try again.

Again.

- Is she a wizard?
- Anything?

- She's a witch. Girls can't be wizards.
- No. Again.

- Girls can be anything!
- One more time.

Hey, what'd you do? Huh?

- Ow! Daddy!
- Please. No, no. Calm down.

- She burnt her!
- Daddy!

- What's happened?
- Daddy, she hurt me!

- You stay away from my daughters!
- No, no! She put her hand on a hot engine!

- You need to call...
- You get away from my daughters, now!

Don't touch me!

Daddy! Daddy!

- Daddy, help!
- Get back in the car. Get back in the car!

- Take it easy.
- Daddy, daddy!

- Are you okay?
- Daddy... Daddy!

- Okay, girls, it's fine.
- Daddy...

That's what happens
when you don't listen to me.

Bloody hell! What did you do?

Don't you know how to ride a bloody bike,
you stupid little girl?

What the fuck!

Got you!

He keeps looking at you.

Yeah, probably because
you keep looking at him.

Go over there.

Absolutely not.

Why?
What are you afraid of?

He's been with Brie Diaz.
I don't have those kind of moves.

Jos, come on. It's not Disney on Ice.

- Just go over there...
- Stop it!

My God.

A week ago,
my life was like a four out of ten.

Now it's like a seven.

A seven?

We can electrocute shit.

We can blow things up.
Dude, a seven?

No, it's a ten.

It's a motherfucking ten.

- Margot.
- Daniel.

It's late.

My office did call... a lot.

- Oh, thanks.
- Let's take this into the study.

Sure.

Everyone,
this is Mayor Margot Cleary-Lopez.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

- Deal you out, or deal her in?
- Uh, let's take five. I won't be long.

I can't believe in this shitstorm,
you're hosting a poker night.

Yes, with the guys
who fund your housing initiatives

and literacy programs.

That's politics.

Deals that change lives
sometimes happen at poker tables.

- Hard kombucha?
- Yeah, sure. Thanks.

So I got your messages and I was
going to call you first thing tomorrow.

Now, what do you need from me?

First off, I need you
to answer the phone when I call.

I mean, we're in a state of crisis here.

There are a lot of fires to put out,
some literally,

but I think
"crisis" is maybe a little strong.

Oh, please don't do the whole

"Daddy Dandon's
got everything under control" bit.

I get that you want to manage optics
with the Senate campaign.

No, this isn't about my campaign.

This is about you coming to my house
in the middle of the night,

screaming the "sky is falling",
and guess what?

The sky is always falling.
Because that's governing.

Now, how can I help you do that
more effectively?

My EMS services are tapped.
We need emergency funding.

Is there anything else?

Okay, um...

I'm going to show you something.

And I... I know it seems crazy, right?
But just... just look at it.

Just watch.

See? I think everything that's happening,
it could be connected to whatever this is.

- Margot...
- I know, I know.

That is a video on Yoozer.

Yes, and it's the only thing
that makes sense.

With all the reports we're getting.

You seem like
you're under a lot of stress.

I am stressed. My city is on fire.

Isn't it your anniversary?

Yes.

How long?

Twenty years.

Wow. That's impressive.

It's hard to find
that kind of balance in politics.

I will have a team look into this quietly.

And while that happens,
you will wait patiently and quietly.

In the meantime,
I will divert the funding you need.

Thank you.

But, Margot, I say this as someone
who cares about you and your career.

Calm down, go home.
Go hang out with your husband.

Okay. You're right.

Thanks.

Hey, it's no problem.

You do this as long as I have, you learn
not to get your panties all in a bunch.

My what in a what?

Hey. You know what I mean.

Yeah. Yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

Shit.

Thems is the last of the Thai leftovers.

It was late notice, honey. I'm sorry.

You know, you know,
I had reservations at her friend's spot.

- I did.
- No, I'm starving, and this...

This is really great.
Thank you so much, I'm...

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it. Don't worry, honey.
French food gives me gas anyhow.

Hm. Where'd you get those flowers?

You know the neighbours' barrel
around the mailbox?

Their cat used to shit
in the kid's sandbox.

- So that's kind of fair, actually.
- That's right. Damn straight it is.

- Ow!
- Damn. What happened?

Apparently the Internet
hates my shoes and my face.

Don't touch it, don't touch it.

Let me get it, let me get it,
let me get it.

So how was your day, huh?
Anything fun or interesting happened?

Uh... No. Nope, nope.
I don't wanna...

I don't want to talk about my day.

Okay, so what
do you want to talk about then?

Uh...

Your manscape?
Yeah, let's talk about that, Dr. Lopez.

Okay. Okay, little mama.

- Here you go.
- Oh.

Mmm.

No, you know what?
We're going to talk about your day.

No.

I don't want to.
Why do we have to talk about my day?

Because even with that trying-to-be-cute
thing you're doing with your voice,

I can see that something's up, okay?

And you're bottling it, woman,
and if you don't let that shit out,

it's gonna explode
over the fucking place

and ruin our night, okay?

Mm.

Sorry, sorry.

You know, I had this patient today,
this... this poor teenage girl.

I mean, she was so full of rage,
it was crazy.

And they had her medicated till oblivion
and she was still boiling over.

I don't know.

This whole world seems
like it's boiling over these days, huh?

That's why
you got to let that shit out, okay?

I can't.

Even if my face looks too angry
for like one second,

I am emotional, irrational,
hysterical and totally unelectable.

Bullshit. This is our space.

And I'm your husband
and I say you can be angry here, okay?

So let that fur fly.
Come on, be fucking angry.

Okay.

There is shit going on in this city.
I'm talking real shit, right.

And meanwhile, in the age of cell phones
and text messages and emails and Panogram,

I had to drive to fucking Olympia
to get his attention for two minutes.

- And then you know what he said to me?
- No, what?

He told me
to not get my panties in a bunch.

Whoa.

I don't like him talking
about my wife's panties like that.

You want to kick his ass?

- Wait, wait, you didn't?
- Well, I wish! I could have taken him!

Oh, I know you could. I know you could!

So, so what did you say? 'Cause I know,
I know you must have said something.

Nothing.
Because I am a woman in politics

and he gets to shit on me all day long
and I have to take it gracefully.

No, he's threatened by you, okay?

Because you're more capable,
more qualified than he is.

So he has to knock you down
and shut you up.

But you're not...
You're not gonna let him win, are you?

Well, he already did.

Because all I wanted to do tonight
was have a nice meal and fuck my husband.

Okay. Sit right there.

- What do you...
- Wait, wait, don't. Here it is.

Here.

What? What is this?
Like... It's a present, or...

This is... It's a wedding present
from your crazy mother.

Mm-hmm. Break it.

Yeah, go ahead.

Smash it. I'm serious.

Oh, my God!

Holy shit.
That felt really fucking good.

Did it? Did it feel good?

- Whoo! Okay, I'm going again!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Just a sec.

Let me get the Ikea backups, okay? No, no.

- You're crazy, I love it!
- Hurry!

Mysterious fires continue
to rage across the world,

burning parks, businesses,
homes and schools.

In many cases, officials have discovered
an alarming connection:

girls, some as young as 12,

appear to be responsible.

Are these deliberate acts of arson?

A social media fire-starting challenge
gone horribly wrong?

Hmm.

Overwhelmed fire departments
across the globe are fighting

the flames and searching for answers.

In Carpathia,
President Moskalev has declared

these young women as "terrorists"

and threatened arsonists...

They are just girls, Viktor,
silly girls doing pranks.

Surely you have more important things
to worry about?

You think I don't know what's happening
in my own fucking country?

- Meanwhile...
- Leave me alone.

In Tianjin, China
a factory that builds cellular phones,

reported millions of dollars
of damaged merchandise...

What?

A visitor for you, Mrs Moskalev.

Mostly young women.

Your mother.

It stinks of shit out there.

You can't be ambitious like that
in interviews, they won't like you.

You need to be grateful,
surprised they even noticed you.

But I'm the best,
that's why they interviewed me.

Dear God! Are you even listening to me?

Don't take so much,
your sister has to train.

Show some humility.
You're not a kid anymore.

- I don't work...
- We...

This isn't about you!

We don't work three jobs each,

all these shit hours
to pay for your training

so you can ruin it
with your arrogance.

You can't cartwheel
with all that inside you.

OK, OK, I understand,
don't be ambitious.

No! No!

Of course be ambitious,
of course.

You must be ambitious...

but you mustn't show them
you're ambitious.

They won't like it. A sweet little girl
is what you have to be!

You've had work done.

Fancy bitch!

Aren't you going to offer me
something?

You're cruel.

I learnt from the best.

Your father is dead.

He's dead and left me with nothing,

not a bean in the house.

Life is hard right now.

There's no work.

I have nothing to live on.

I've barely eaten in three weeks.

I have nowhere to wash.

And the bunions!

Look at my fucking bunions.

Put them away.

I've come for what I'm owed!

Dad died?

Mm-hmm.

His heart?

Mmm.

Drink.

And not one of his daughters
attended the funeral.

I did it all myself.

Have you heard from Zoia?

Still nothing. Nothing in all these years.

I know she returned all those trinkets
you tried to send her.

Ahh.

There is some feeling
for your family.

- I knew it!
- You should go.

But I only just got here.

You need to leave. Ruslan!

Tatiana! Tatiana, for God's sake,
I am desperate.

Let me... let me stay here, rest a moment.

I will help you as you helped me
all those years ago...

Thank you.

Which is not at all.

How can you say that?

Look at all you have!

You think this has cost me nothing?

Show her out.

No goodbye for me, Mama?

Your new nose looks shit.

Ruslan, throw away the cakes!

I have it, Dad.

I can do it.

I've seen the other girls, Dad,
and I'm telling you,

they're not the same as me.

I've got fucking loads of it.

Why is this happening to me?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Because the world
is in need of a revolution.

And you are going to be its voice.

A better future is in your hands.

It's Helen. She wouldn't be calling
unless it was important.

Okay.

Mm...

Hello?

What?