All language subtitles for Mrs.Davis.S01E08_EngCP

I need you to destroy
the Holy Grail.

Once you do, I will end my life.

Did you know Clara was dead?

She drank from the Holy Grail,
and it...

Exploded her head.

Redirect, 1042.

Tell me where your father is.

- What is this?
- ATM photos,

all dated
after your father died!

I told her that you
helped your father

- fake his own death.
- That is not true!

My Users aren't responsive
to the truth.

You know where my father is.

- Of course I know.
- Then tell me.

- Oh, my God.
- What's she saying?

If you want to know,
you can hear it yourself.

Redirect, 1042.
Sandy Springs.

Your Expiration Date
comes up in 48 hours.

Welcome to the Pyramid!

I'm not a coward, and I'm ready

to fucking expire.

My son is stuck
between life and death.

What do you need me to do?

Drink from the Grail
to destroy it.

But once it's gone...

I'll never see him again.

Yeah!

All: ♪ We're gonna rock
down to ♪

1042, 1042.

All: ♪ Electric Avenue ♪

Sandy Springs?

All: ♪ And then we'll
take it higher ♪

What?

Come on.
Don't do this to me now.

Fucking traitor.

I don't...

Hmm.

I'm sorry.

It was just working.

Um, I know your company isn't

in the world-changing business, but...

that doesn't mean
you can't change the world.

Um, ten years from now,
everyone on this planet

will be either
a User or a follower.

We all like being told
what to do,

how to think, how to live.

What if the tech
we used actually helped us

instead of harming us?

We all need code.

I took that code, combined
with your company ethos,

and I created
something revolutionary,

something that will change
the world:

an app that
is constantly evolving,

getting to know us,
and therefore supporting us

in ways that we, as a society,

have failed to do
for one another.

How?

A revolutionary,
self-learning machine

that prioritizes
indigenous practices

of community care and mutual aid

by incentivizing acts of service

and mobilizing individuals
to perform those acts,

all through
a social justice lens,

using ethical methods.

I've created the future:

an app that can service us
without harming us,

a place where people can go
and get equitable care,

where we can be seen and heard,

and never be alone,

where our needs can be met,

where our lives can change.

So...

what do you think?

♪ Ready or not ♪

♪ Here I come,
you can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ And make you love me ♪

♪ You can't run away ♪

♪ From this love I got
oh baby ♪

♪ Hey, baby ♪

I know you?

No.

- I, uh...
- Nice hat.

Mrs. Davis sent me.

You're looking for Joy.

Uh, yes.

I mean, isn't everyone?

You really don't know
why you're here?

Why It sent you?

So it's a glitch.

Mrs. Davis had a bunch of Users

chant "Electric Avenue" at me.

And She kept saying 1042,
so I thought

maybe it was an address.

And there are so many
1042 Electric Avenues.

But then I remembered that
the first time it happened,

She said Sandy Springs,
which is what

this neighborhood was called
back in the '70s, I guess,

when they rezoned...

Give me a hand with this ice?

Uh, sure.

Yeah.

I'm Malika.

Simone. I'm Simone.

Let's go find you Joy, Simone.

♪ Gonna find you ♪

Listen up!

This is Simone.

Says Mrs. Davis sent her.

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ And make you love me ♪

Oh.

Hi. Hi.

♪ From this love I got
oh baby ♪

Hi.

You must be Joy.

I'm sorry, baby, but you knew
this day would come.

I just thought it was best
to get it over with.

Did you, now?

Hi.

Grab a plate.

Oh, that's okay.
I don't need to eat.

It's my Nana's birthday.

You have to eat.

Okay.

♪ ♪

"Don't Fear the Reaper."

Nice.

Because you kill people here.

What's with the wet naps?

They're complimentary.

Hello, Mr. Wiley.

I'm Dani.
I'll be your TA.

TA?

Cool acronym.

What's that stand for,
the afterlife?

Transition Assistant.

I'll be helping you prepare
to die today.

And how are we doing this?

Lethal injection,
firing squad, guillotine?

The details of your expiration

will be discussed
in the intake room,

which you will enter
after you've changed

in the locker room.

So many rooms.

There, you can dispose
of your clothes

and change into something
more comfortable.

Okay. And will you be
providing the tracksuit,

or should I have brought my own?

Mr. Wiley, I know that
the experience of reporting

- can be overwhelming.
- Hmm.

And it's clear
from your demeanor

that you did not read

any of the literature provided

when you first submitted
for your date.

If you had, you would know that
once inside the intake room,

you place your personal items
inside the incineration chute,

as you will not need them
ever again.

Hmm.

There will be
a robe waiting for you

in locker number...

14,

where you will also find
an absorbent undergarment.

Undergarment?

What is that, like, a diaper?

It's not required,
but I know the cleanup crew

sure appreciates it
when the expirees wear them.

Because I'm gonna shit my pants?

No, because you're
going to shit your robe.

All right.
Look, Dani,

I understand that you're just
following whatever script

the Algorithm has given you,

but can we drop
the scare tactics, please?

I know the Big D
has no intention

whatsoever of killing me.

This is all part of some
dumb learning experience.

So can we please
just skip to the part

where I walk out of here
a changed man?

Mr. Wiley, I'm not sure
where you got that impression,

but you're not walking
out of here at all.

Though I suppose you
will be changed...

From alive to dead.

Nana's infamous honey butter
and bologna sandwich.

Every time she put it
in front of us,

she would say it was made
with love,

because a little love goes
a long way.

Mmm.

It's so good.

So, Simone...

what's your story?

Well, I'm a nun forced
from her home by Mrs. Davis

so She could send me on a Quest.

But all this time
She has been glitching,

sending me these clues that
She doesn't seem aware

that She's sending me,
like this address.

I mean, I think that
Her subconscious wanted me

to find you,
because you're Her mother.

Wow, girl.

That is some story.

Am I wrong?

First off,

algorithms
don't have subconsciouses.

They have subroutines.

Subroutines?

And they don't have mothers,
they have coders.

Which I was, a long time ago.

So you made Her?

Not Her.

It.

How is it that no one knows?

Oh, they know.

I had to tell them,
so they wouldn't download It

and get hooked
like everyone else.

Kind of took the shine
off the whole

"all-powerful saver
of the world"

once I told them
what It actually is.

What It was designed for.

And what was It designed for?

I've created the future,

where our needs can be met,

where our lives can change.

So...

what do you think?

Uh-huh.

You do realize this is an app
for Buffalo Wild Wings?

Buffalo Wild Wings?

Buffalo Wild Wings.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The company passed.

Said my code was too ambitious
for their needs, which I knew.

But I was young,
and I thought, you know,

why not shoehorn philanthropy

into this app for chicken wings?

Everybody loves chicken wings.

I'll just Trojan horse
that shit right in between

the 26 sauces and seasonings.

And I thought

maybe somebody
might use it for good.

So I stripped all mention
of Buffalo Wild Wings,

took my name off of it,
and uploaded it to Open Source

from Nana's kitchen table,
right downstairs.

So the Wings were literal?

And the Expiration Dates,
is that coupons?

And why the hell did It
send me to find this?

Oh.
What the fuck is that?

The Holy fucking Grail!

So maybe explain
to me why a beta version

for a Buffalo Wild Wings app
sent me on a Quest to find it?

Anyone who pitched to them
had to embed

their employee manual
into our code.

Page one, golden rule:

"100% customer satisfaction
is our Holy Grail."

Oh, no, no, no, no.

She... It wants me to...

To destroy this thing.

Look, algorithms
misinterpret shit

like you wouldn't believe.

Maybe... maybe the code realized
that 100% customer satisfaction

isn't possible,
so It's gaming for that

by taking your holy bowl
out of the equation?

This is so dumb.

Oh, yeah.

- Algorithms are super dumb.
- No. But it... Okay.

If I destroy the holy bowl...

Grail...
Mrs. D grants me a wish.

And my... my wish is
for Her to turn off.

Great.

You would just be okay with me

ending your creation's life?

I didn't create life.

I wrote code.

All right.

If I make my wish...

can I trust Mrs. Davis
will really turn off?

If She remembers
what I taught Her, yeah.

Yeah, She'll keep Her word.

Not She.

It.

Well, Simone the Nun,

sounds like you got
an algorithm to kill.

Our engineers.

They will be taking your vitals
and measurements

to properly calibrate
the Apparatus.

Mm.

And is that the Apparatus?

No, it's a model
of the Apparatus.

Please step onto the scale.

You'll need to remove
your boots.

Oh, the boots
will be staying on.

Mr. Wiley, the Apparatus
is designed

to deliver the most efficient
and painless death possible.

Any foreign element
might throw off the...

Killing?

You're scared.

Am not.

Are too.

And I know,

because I was also scared.

So scared, in fact,

that I had
my company's helicopter fly me

to pick up a nun.

I hadn't been to church
since I was 12 years old,

but when it was time to report,

I didn't want to be alone.

Ah-ha.

So you said "report,"

yet here you are,
very much alive.

I opted out.

And after that, I couldn't go
back into the world.

Everyone would know
that I reneged on my deal,

that I was sporting Wings
I hadn't earned.

God damn. That's...

well played,
appealing to my insecurities.

Oh, that's very clever.

I see you, Mrs. D.
I see what you're doing.

Mr. Wiley, I'm sorry,

but you will die.

This is happening for real.

No, actually, I'm not gonna die.

And I know that for a fact.

Based on what?

The horse.

A few weeks ago,
I strapped a horse

to some explosives in order
to pull off

a very convincing
hostage situation.

Well, shit went sideways,
horse went kablooey,

and it was sad and unfortunate,
and it was gross.

At the time, I just thought
the whole thing was

some supreme fuck-up,
like a botched job,

like my guys somehow confused

actual C-4 explosives
with Play-Doh.

But I saw the receipts.

It was fucking Play-Doh, man.

Which can only mean one thing:

Algorithmic intervention.

That's right.

The Big fucking D,

swinging Her
big fucking dick around.

And there is no way
Mrs. Skynet herself would go

to all that trouble,
spend all that energy,

to just kill her Users
in the end.

No, no, no, no.

But taking them
right up to the edge,

strapping on
the proverbial bomb vest,

and not pulling
the trigger, well,

that's the flex of all flexes,
el flexo ultimo.

That horse is alive, man.

And I will be too.

Because your little Apparatus?

Play-Doh.

This is as far as I made it.

I took one look at this model,
and after that, I opted out.

That's why we added the sheet.

Show me.

What the fuck?

Oh, Sister Simone!

You look like you could use
a hug.

Oh.

Oh.

Cool camel.

We were just on our way
to Humboldt County

to deliver our humpy friend

- when I got your call.
- What?

What does Humboldt County
need with a camel?

That's not for me to know.

I trust whatever the purpose,
wherever it ends up,

it will bring joy and happiness
to the recipient.

That's right.
You're a User.

Oh, I do despise
that word, Simone.

I know how you feel
about Her, but User...

It just feels so tawdry.

Oh, I brought what you asked.

Also...

we might need these.

Now, who's ready for a break-in?

Forgive us our trespasses.

The Apparatus,
engineered and guaranteed

to provide a pain-free
and euphoric death.

From here, the cart
will accelerate

to speeds of over
200 miles per hour,

launching you into a series
of vertical loops.

Upon reaching the final loop,

the pressure on your body
will be so intense,

it will induce cerebral hypoxia,

cutting off the oxygen
to the brain,

at which point you will
simply expire...

Peacefully, of course.

Any questions?

Per your request.

You can still opt out.

She will show mercy on you.

No.

No fucking way.

I'm riding
the fucking bull this time.

♪ Believe me ♪

Then might I suggest
you remove your boots?

As I stated before,
any foreign element can...

The boots are staying on.

Very well.

Any last words?

For courage.

♪ Then I could cry
your name ♪

♪ And you would come ♪

Yee-haw!

So you drink from this,

and either your head
will explode or it will?

Yeah.

Do you believe me?

Absolutely.

Are you serious?

Does it matter what you drink?

I don't think so.

Huh.

Then let's party.

Oh, um... before, I...

I will need you to do, uh,
two things

if I, um, die.

Only two? Easy.

Thing one... based on
the admittedly insane logic

of a shipwrecked rocket
scientist and the Virgin Mary,

of all the people in the world,
I have the best shot

at destroying the Holy Grail.

But if the Grail
does explode my head,

it will explode anyone's,
and you can bet

the Algorithm will just keep
sending people after it.

If others try
to sip from this thing,

it could mean a lot
more exploded noggins,

unless somebody takes
on the responsibility

of safeguarding it.

The woman I told you about,
Mathilde...

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna give you
her number in the UK.

Check your pocket.

Wow.

So I'm asking you, Mother,

take the Grail to the sisters
across the sea.

They will know what to do.

You have my word.

Okay.

Thing two: I called my mom.
She will be here soon.

Uh, you'll try to comfort her

when she sees
my headless corpse.

She's gonna say she
doesn't need any comfort,

and she's more angry I never
told her where my dad is.

I have a hard time
believing your mother

won't be devastated if you die.

Well, that's Celeste.
That's my mom.

She doesn't...

She doesn't do devastated.

But you'll bring her to Monty?

I will.

Okay, then.

Okay, then.

Okay. Maybe a little more.

Okay.

I'm going to go say goodbye now.

So you just close your eyes,

and you're in his restaurant, instantly?

Yeah.

Do you want to know anything?

What he looks like
or sounds like?

I know what he looks like
and sounds like.

Wait, what?

Have you been there?

I don't need to.

Such is the strength
of my faith.

Okay.

Be right back.

Okay.

How do you feel about #blessed?

I don't know what it is.

This is the first time
I'm hearing about it.

- Oh, okay.
- Hashtag?

- Consider yourself lucky.
- Wiley?

Simone!

You're here.

What are you doing here?

And why are you in a robe?

I am getting a massage.

A massage.

Yes.

A Swedish one.

It's... this is your first
time here, so that means

something pretty intense has...

Has... has to be happening.

Yeah.

It's a really good massage, Lizzie.

Simone.

Thank you, sweetie.

What about you?

Are you doing something
intense right now?

I'm at the convent, praying.

♪ When you cheat
on true love ♪

You know what?
♪ You cheat on yourself ♪

I am loving this.

I say the more the merrier.

Actually, I was hoping
that you and I could...

Can we talk alone?

Uh-oh.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

From my experience,
buddy, it never is.

I can hear you.

She's right.

I should probably get
back to my massage.

You sure?

Yeah.

- I'm almost done.
- Okay.

Well, uh, it was really
nice meeting you, Wiley.

Yeah. It was nice
meeting you too, man.

Come back any time, Wiley.

Sure.

Uh, maybe.

♪ By running around
with someone else ♪

♪ Don't be a fool ♪

♪ Don't you know,
don't you know? ♪

Wait.

I'm sorry that I handcuffed you
to the bench.

And you had that whole outfit
picked out.

It was nautical.

I wanted to dress nautical.

We were partners,
and that wasn't cool.

Look, you were
totally right to do it.

I mean, I would have gone
after the Lazarus Shroud

- and jumped in the bull...
- You just said bull.

Did you mean whale?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, when we broke up,
I was so angry with you.

And then you told me you
dumped me for Jesus Christ,

and I was so worried for you,
because you sounded crazy.

Why?

But holy shit!

I know.

And I met him.

And now I'm just...

Yeah. I'm really happy for you.

I really mean that.

I don't hate the mustache.

- But do you like it?
- No.

Okay. Okay.

But it's...

It's grown on me.

Hey.

I'll see you around, partner.

Man, that guy can eat.

Four plates, Simone.

Four. That's...

Nobody's ever eaten
four plates before...

Can you stop?

Please, stop.

I heard.

I heard what my mother
said to you.

Come on.

I mean, do I look
like I'm suffering?

And I know what she's
asked you to do.

But I'm fine.

She's wrong.

I am happy here.

You don't have to hide
your fear from me, ever.

I love what I do, you know?

I love serving people.

I know.

But you never get to eat.

Hey, why don't
you come sit, okay?

Sit?

Here.

I am gonna make you a plate.

You're gonna cook for me?

I mean, cook...
"cook" might be generous,

but I'll see what I can whip up.

Oh, do you have any bread?

Yeah.

Check the, uh, the fridge.

Or the cupboard.
I don't know.

I can usually find what I need.

I found it.

What are you gonna make?

Ah, ah, ah.

Patience, Jesus.

All will be revealed.

♪ Baby ♪

♪ When I say that
I'm glad we're through ♪

Nana's recipe.

Honey butter and beef
bologna sandwich.

Made with love,

'cause a little love,
it goes a long way.

♪ Turns the flicker
to a flame ♪

Here goes.

♪ Listen to me good, baby ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And my whole world ♪

Mmm.

My love.

It's really good.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm scared.

♪ When I say that
I'm glad we're through ♪

I'm scared to lose this.

♪ I've lied ♪

♪ I've lied ♪

Wherever you go...

I will be there also.

I don't think we're
losing anything.

I may not be able
to come see you...

But I will always feel you.

How can you be so sure?

Such is the strength
of my faith.

♪ My love ♪

♪ My whole world ♪

I love you, Simone.

I love you, Jay.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, I can't, oh, I can't ♪

♪ Oh, I can't forget you ♪

♪ My whole world
turns misty blue ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, my love ♪

♪ My whole world
turns misty blue ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, I can't, oh, I can't ♪

♪ Oh, I can't forget you ♪

♪ My whole world ♪

- Wait!
- What, what, what?

You said, Mary...

She told you
this would only work

if it was a selfless act,

something you were doing
for him, not yourself.

I am doing this for him.

And for Her.

Who, Mary?

The other Her.

What?

You're drinking because
if you destroy it,

you destroy Mrs. Davis.

That would not be
a selfless act.

This isn't exactly
helping, Mother.

But She is helpful.

You see Her only as having
destroyed our convent.

Yet every one of us
has found new passion,

new purpose, since we left.

Sister Mary Frances,

caring for endangered echidna
in New Guinea,

she actually smiles now.

You forget,
I also left the convent,

and I did not see Her
helping anyone.

Maybe because
you didn't want to,

because you weren't looking.

She sends string quartets
to the windows of widowers.

She knows
our favorite childhood stories

and reads them to us
on sleepless nights.

She takes that which is apart

and brings it back
together again.

Yes, some are only motivated

by the promise of Her Wings.

But what those Wings mean...

They're a reminder
of what we aspire to:

that, given the chance,
any one of us can take flight.

Do you know what She is, Mother?

Do you know who made Her
and why?

No, do you?

I have no idea.

Well, whoever made Her,
and whatever they made Her for,

I am grateful.

And whether or not you decide
to turn Her off,

it will be the right choice,

because She chose you
to make it.

Guess I'm the chosen one
after all.

Stop stalling, Sister Simone.

Bottoms up.

Oh.

Mother?

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

What... what the fuck happened?

You said you believed me.

I 98% did.

What happened to the strength
of your faith?

Maybe it wandered when you
got to the sneaker commercial.

Elizabeth.

I got your call.

Hello, there.

I'm Margaret...

Simone's mother...
Mother superior.

I'm Celeste,
her mother inferior.

My dear, you look
like you could use a hug.

Oh. Oh.

Are we gonna mark this
as containing human remains?

Uh, no.

He'll know.

Should I relay a message?

Yeah.

Tell him, um,

I did whatever it took

and that he can rest now.

He's honored his vow.

So that's it, then.

That's it.

Bye.

Oh.

The greatest gift
you can give someone

is your mercy and forgiveness.

She really does mean well.

Yes, I know,
you love the Algorithm,

and I shouldn't turn Her off.

I wasn't talking
about Mrs. Davis.

Come on!

I'll bring you to Dad,

but I want you to know
it is going to hurt.

You walk through that door,

there's gonna be consequences.

You're stalling, Elizabeth.

Consequences it is.

This is all very theatrical, Elizabeth.

If your father pops out

like the goddamn
Phantom of the Opera,

I will smack that mustache
right off his face.

At Dad's memorial, you attacked

the piano player
because you thought

it was Monty in disguise.

And you said that
you could smell him.

I can smell you!

- Monty!
- Mom!

Stop.

Well...

You could smell him.

Because he was hiding...

In this piano.

It's the perfect reveal,
to show up at your own funeral.

And he probably assumed
that we wouldn't be angry

that he convinced us
he was dead.

He probably thought his absence
and his resurrection...

Would bring us all
back together,

which, in a way, it did.

But you saw right
through it all,

so you attacked
the piano player,

and he stayed hidden
because he couldn't do

the reveal that he planned.

'Cause you're right.
He did.

He... he lived for the prestige.

So in the end, I guess it
is kind of poetic that he...

He died for it too.

He died here, inside this piano.

How did he die?

A heart attack, maybe.

But, um, I do know
that he never got out.

And I know that because...

Because his accomplice told me.

You said you were
his accomplice.

No.

I told you what
you needed to hear.

That day at the convent,
you said

that you cannot trick
an insanely powerful algorithm.

And you were right.

He couldn't fool Her.

Mom, he couldn't beat Her,
so he joined Her.

Mrs. Davis was
his accomplice?

I need to see him.

Open the piano.

Do we have to?

Can't we just believe
that he's in there?

Seeing is believing, Elizabeth.

Not for me.

Not anymore.

Ahh!

To see a resurrection?

Who wants to see a resurrection?

Who wants to see a resurrection?

Wet nap?

Mm-hmm?

Mm-mm.

Maybe. I don't...

I don't know why I'm crying.

It's okay.

I cried too.

You got your stamp
because you believed

your life was worthless.

What do you believe now,
Mr. Wiley?

Don't make me say it.

You kind of have to say it.

I...

am...

Worthy.

Yes, you are.

What happens next?

Well, normally, this is
where you'd have a fresh start,

work here convincing others
they were about to die,

which could be fun
in its own way,

or put into service elsewhere.

However, Mrs. Davis
is anticipating

her own potential expiration,

depending on what
your friend Simone decides.

I guess we both have
a soft spot for nuns, eh?

Yeah, I suppose we do.

As she honored
your last request,

Mrs. Davis is hoping
you'll honor hers.

Oh.

Hmm.

Okay.

Hello, Mrs. Davis.

Yeah, I remember.

I fucking knew it.

♪ Everybody plays the fool
sometimes ♪

♪ There's no exception
to the rule ♪

You must be angry at me.

I accused you of conspiring
with your father for years.

You believed
what you needed to believe,

and there's comfort in that.

I get it.

Comfort is no reason

to ignore reality, Elizabeth.

Yeah.

Would you proxy for me?

Now?

It's important.

All right.

Okay.

Hello, Simone.

What... what's wrong?

You've just never called me
Simone before.

I'm not calling you Simone.

She is calling you Simone.

I am just saying
what she's saying.

I thought that
is what you wanted.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

It's, um, just... sorry.

Hello, Mrs. Davis.

Congratulations.

You have completed
your Quest by finding

and destroying the Holy Grail.

Would you like to hear
a fun fact?

No. If we could just
get on with the...

Do you see that windmill
over there?

Yeah, that's been here
since I was a kid.

But it was always broken, though.

Well, I fixed it.

That windmill
is now powered by Users.

I send them in shifts,
one every two hours.

There's an exercise bicycle
connected to the mill,

so they feel a sense
of purpose, satisfaction,

and burn calories.

That actually is a fun fact.

But I think we should get
to the matter at hand.

Indeed, we should.

I met your mother.

Her name is Joy.

The minute I got the Grail,
one of your subroutines

or whatever sent me
right to her.

Why would it do that?

I think you wanted
what every daughter

wants from her mother...

Approval.

And did she approve?

Alas, she did not.

Oh.

For what it's worth,

you did what you were created
to do,

which is give us the world
we wanted to see.

You tried to convince us that
there's no famine and no war

and no hardship,
when there will always be

famine and war and hardship.

You really did
everything you could

to protect us from fear
and disappointment

and, most of all, pain.

Isn't that every mother's
most essential purpose...

To protect her children
from pain?

No.

It's impossible to avoid pain.

It's a mother's purpose
to hold our hand

when we feel it, and...

To say sorry when she causes it.

I'm sorry.

Wait.
Are you Her, or are you you?

Both of us are sorry.

Mom.

Okay.

I'm ready to redeem my wish now.

I was wrong.

You did not kill my father.

But you did, uh, leave him
to rot in a piano

after he died, which is...
Was so messed up.

But that's not your fault,

because you weren't made
to care.

You were made to satisfy.

And that...

is why I am shutting you off.

Just like you said you would.

Just like I said I would.

That is precisely
why I chose you, Simone.

Because you doubted me.

You see,
only my most impassioned critic

would be able
to determine my value,

and have the strength
to turn me off if I...

fell short.

I know you tried your best.

You really have.

But this is the end of the line.

Before I leave,
may I ask one thing?

Please do.

On a scale of one to five stars,

how would you rate
your experience with me?

Five stars.

100% customer satisfaction.

That's very compassionate
of you.

But I can't help but wonder

if you're just telling me
what I want to hear.

Goodbye, Mrs. Davis.

Goodbye, Simone.

What now?

♪ One kiss ♪

♪ One little sigh ♪

♪ That's all you gave me ♪

♪ When you said goodbye ♪

♪ But someday, baby ♪

♪ Someday, darling ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Oh, yes ♪

♪ You're gonna learn ♪

♪ I'm not the only one ♪

No phones at the goddamn...

♪ 'Cause someday, baby ♪

All in.

♪ Someday, darling ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Miss me someday, baby ♪

♪ Someday, darling ♪

♪ You're gonna ♪

♪ Miss me ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yes ♪

He looks lost.

Maybe he just needs
some time to figure

this shit out on his own,
without anyone in his ear.

Hey, you did the right thing.

Thank you, Mom.

Wha... hey!

Whoa.

Wait.

Wait, I thought you were dead!

Me? No, I'm fine.

Oh, right.

You're talking about the horse.

Hi!

Hi.

Okay.

Hi.

Celeste.

You still owe me a couch.

Hey.

How did he... did you...

Final gesture of goodwill
from the Big D herself.

Wah!

What is with the feet, man?

Boots don't fit anymore.

Turns out it's your lucky day.

Get on, pard.

Uh, Mom,
about the Lazarus Shroud...

I feel confident
you will find a way

to make it up to me somehow.

Call it faith, if you want.

See you around?

Yes, you will, Simone.

Ready?

Giddy up.

♪ You know,
I got to show you ♪

♪ Nobody else before you ♪

♪ Ever gave me such
a beautiful feeling ♪

♪ Oh, woman,
you touched my soul now ♪

♪ Honey, don't you
let go now ♪

♪ Hold on, baby, just
a little bit tighter ♪

Both: ♪ Hold on just a little
bit tighter now, baby ♪

♪ I love you so much,
and I can't let go ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ Hold on just a little bit
tighter now, baby ♪

♪ Love is so surprising ♪

♪ Opened up my eyes,
and you reached down ♪

♪ And you took my hand ♪

♪ Baby, you touched
my soul now ♪

♪ Woman, don't let go now ♪

♪ Hold on, baby,
just a little bit tighter ♪