All language subtitles for Day 5 - 1x04 - Sweet Dreams

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- What about an exotic blend?

Look, it tastes
like the Caribbean.

Mmm.

- Mmm.

- No, no, no.

Look, look.

It's bold, like me,
and handsome.

- [laughs] Are you
trying to turn me on

or are you trying
to sell me coffee?

- That is a dark roast,

as in half the caffeine
has been roasted out.

You want a blonde.

- Mmm.

- Yeah, yeah.

And you would probably
have an easier time

swallowing a finer grind.

- You don't have to worry
yourself about my swallowing.

- I know.

I'm just, uh, I'm just--

- I know.

Don't worry, I won't miss
our date.

The power is still on.

Hang on.

- Nicole?

- NICOLE: Just a sec.

[soft upbeat music]

- The dance break!

- I can't dance.

- Oh, I'm sure you can.

- No, yeah, I once saw
a goat get caught

in an electric fence.

Its legs were kicking
and spasming

and- and it was peeing
on itself.

And while it was
peeing on itself,

all I could think to myself was,

God, that goat is a much
better dancer than me.

- [laughs] Well, guess what?

There are no goats
here to show you up.

It's just me.

[laughs]

[soft upbeat music]

- You're always so warm.

[soft upbeat music]

[car zooms by]

[coughing]

- I thought you said
you like it bold.

- Too bold.

Even I have my limits.

- Ha, well, I haven't
seen them yet.

Oh, look, we have a visitor.

- Maybe he knows if the power's
on in your little district.

- Hello!

[gunshots firing]

[screams]

- Nicole, get down!

Get down, get down!

Keep your head down!

[gunshot firing]

[whimpering]

Bill, I think it's coming
from that building over there.

- All right, good to know.

Get behind the fucking door.

[gunshot firing]

- [screams] Okay.

- Fuck.

[gunshot firing]

- Bill, Bill!

- Okay, okay.

That shot came from,
uh, pretty up high.

Can you, uh, look
in that mirror?

- Why?

- Keep an eye on
that building for me.

What the fuck--

[glass shattering]

- [screams] Idiot!

You could have gotten shot.

And it was the middle
building, sixth floor.

- There's not like
an ex-boyfriend

I should know about or?

- Yeah, his name's Earl and
he's an amazing sharpshooter.

We could die here.

- Miss our date?

No way.

[thudding]

- What was that?

- Get the flashlight.

- Yeah.

- Is this the flashlight?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, I'm going to
go on three, you ready?

- Okay, yeah.

- Okay.

[Nicole screams]

- Babe, come on.

[door slamming open]

- I see you got the hint.

[breathing heavily]

- Yeah, we did.

Thanks.

- Good job, kid.

- Mm-hmm.

- It sucks to shut down power
in the one city that has it.

- Oh, it's not the whole city,

although I did knock off the
grid for eight blocks.

So, yeah, it's not nothing.

- Keep it down, he's still
out there.

- What the hell's going on?

- Some asshole is
shooting at people.

- No, yeah, right,
I got that part.

But why is some asshole
shooting people?

- Guarding the city.

Trying to stay under
cover ever since

the body trail started
a mile back.

It's always the same,
clean shot through the head.

That guy was lucky number seven.

- New guys need a top-off?

- Hi, I think--

- Just right in the chest, here.

- No.

[grunting]

- Your loss.

About the only shit that
works at this point.

I'm Beth.

Um, this is my husband, Colin.

That's my brother,
John, Jeffery, and...

- Ellis.

- Old friends, you two, huh?

- Every bit of 30 minutes.

You'd be amazed how
quick you can bond

under threat of
sniper fire.

[groans]

- Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm sorry.

You uh, you said he was
guarding the city.

What is he guarding
the city from?

- From people like us.

This is where the
big sleep started.

That's why you're here,
isn't it?

That's not why you're here.

- Well, we're
headed to a bakery.

- A bakery?

- I mean it's the bakery,
Dallas Patisserie.

- I'm sorry.

To eat?

- No, to bake.

Oh, my God, that place
is amazing!

You can make anything there,
raspberry sponge cake

or, or maybe a fig pie
or, I don't know.

You can make a macaroon
for your friend.

But me?

I'm going to make
a white-chocolate,

lemon blueberry crunch cake
in the greatest

goddamn kitchen in the world.

And then, then I'll be good.

- Wouldn't you rather be alive?

I mean at this point we
need every kicking person

that we can get.

We're at the end
of the trail here.

We're about to, to
figure this thing out.

- I'm sorry.

You are the echo of every
friend that we've had

in the last five days.

And guess what?

They're all dead.

- Well, it's a good thing
I'm not your friend.

Look, you've got to
understand we're s--

- I'm sorry.

With a sniper out there?

I'm sorry, uh--

- Interrupt me again.

I dare you.

- Hey, I got this.

Hi, Mr. Ellis.

Thank you so much for your
offer, but Bill's right.

I mean we've watched so
many people chase cures.

I'd rather chase a cronut.

- Wait, what's a cronut?

- It's a croissant
doughnut hybrid.

- Sounds really good.

- Yeah.

- Change of plans, cronuts
first, save the world second?

- Nobody's saving anything
or baking anything,

for that matter, as long as
that sniper is out there.

- I know there's not
too many people

that can take that
clean a head shot.

He's got to be close.

- He is close.

He's in the middle building
right there, sixth story.

- Hey, I was the one who
spotted him.

He's in the middle building,
sixth floor.

- Well, then, I think
it's about time we go

and introduce ourselves.

[ominous music]

- Any chance that's
not our place?

- I'm not complaining,
makes things nice and easy.

[footsteps rustling]

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[gunshots firing]

- I hate to be the
one to say it but, uh,

what are the chances that they
captured your doctor friend

and forced her to leave the
message to alert people here?

Are we about to
get fucked, Ally?

- All I know, Jake, is that I
didn't ask you to come here.

So if that's what
ends up happening,

then just remember
you fucked yourself.

- Yeah, it wouldn't
be the first time.

- MAN: All clear,
Lex neutralized.

- Look, I have to go down there.

Um, you can come with me
but you don't have to.

I understand.

I'll be back.

- Wait, we're not exactly
dressed in our Sunday best.

If they're worried
about threats,

maybe we should be
non-threatening.

- What does that mean?

- It means I have an idea.

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[gunshot fires]

[gun clicking]

[low suspenseful music]

[low suspenseful music]

- Don't you fuckin' move,
not one goddamn inch.

- Keep your hands
away from the weapon

and step down off
the table slowly.

And I do mean slow.

Easy.

Hands up.

- Can I speak?

- Clearly you can.

- I'm not your enemy, you know.

- So those were
friendly bullets.

- We're all good,
babe, come on up.

Getting really good at this
whole human target thing.

- BILL: Yeah, I think
I found my true calling.

- Easy there, tiger.

I don't suppose an
apology would suffice?

- Wouldn't hurt.

But while you're at it, you
can tell us what the fuck

you're doing up
here shooting at us.

- I wasn't shooting at you.

I was shooting at what
I thought you were.

- Really.

Enlighten us.

- Well, a guy in
the parking lot--

- You mean the man
you gunned down,

the one that's laying
permanently on the pavement

with his face shot off?

- Yeah, that's the one,
except that's not a man--

I mean not anymore, anyways.

All these psychopaths
trying to stay awake

and they just go wrong.

Maybe the core was always rotten

and it just took a little
end-of-the-world chaos

to dig it out, I don't know.

Psychology was never
really my thing.

- What was your thing, murder?

- Marksmanship.

- I don't know who you are,
but I know you're not a friend.

So what are you?

- I'm Meredith.

- You know, it's nutritional
no matter how you ingest it.

But, you know, milk tastes
better with a straw.

And I think that has
everything to do with that

it's how you start
off drinking it, so.

- Are you talking
about a nipple?

- Yeah, but, you know,
you see a nipple,

a child sees nature's
first straw, so.

- I'm glad people like you are
left to repopulate the Earth.

- Yeah, life's funny.

- Mark?

- Yeah?

- Am I hallucinating
or is that family

approaching us in
their underwear?

- No, that's real.

- Hi, we, uh, we heard your
little jingle on the radio.

It's a very catchy tune,

especially the part
about a cure.

I know a lot of people
say that radio's dead

but I personally think it's
making a huge comeback.

- Um, hi.

We're, we are friends
of Alexis Verdes.

Uh, she, um, she came
here a couple of days ago,

maybe goes by Lex?

- Yeah, the surgeon?

She's been here since Monday.

Who are these people?

Uh, I'm assuming
you'd like to come in?

- Yes, that would be great.

A quick question, if we'd have
come in our normal clothes

would you have let us in anyway?

- Yeah.

- One more quick question,

do you in any way at
all find us threatening?

- No.

- I'm going to
take that as a win.

- [sighs] Fucking weirdos.

- Guys, I'm flattered that
you think I know anything

about the end of the world.

I really am.

But I was just
trying to stay alive.

- So you're telling
me when we walk out

of this building you
don't have any buddies

out there ready to gun us down?

- I would be so lucky
but, no, you'll see.

- I don't know, like maybe
we should take off, right?

Bakery's not far.

- How do we know if
the city's safe, Bill?

I mean people are
shooting at us,

more you than me
but still at us.

- Yeah, but, you know,
I made you a cake promise.

You don't go back
on cake promises

because they're inked in icing.

- [laughs] I know, I--

[clattering]

- Oh, shit.

- Oh, hey, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hey, hey, you okay?

- I, yeah, I just
got a little dizzy.

- All right, time for
a little refresher.

Here you go, baby.

- Thank you, baby.

- All right.

- Thank you.

- Uh-huh, here you go.

Ellis?

- What, come on, man.

There's like eight
people left in the world

and you're going to stiff me?

- There'd be more if you weren't

gunning survivors down
in your spare time.

- Trust me, those aren't
survivors you'd want around.

[grunts]

God, what a sweetheart.

- You are not getting
another one.

- I didn't ask.

- Thank you.

Hey, listen, those survivors?

Did you even check the bodies?

- Their shot-out faces
was a bit distracting.

- Understandable.

But if you would have
taken even another moment

you would have noticed all
of the self-mutilations,

I mean what they always do.

They cut themselves in
all manners of crazy shit.

- Oh, that's funny
because I don't remember

Nicole and I having
any mutilations.

- I'm very sorry,

but you were really close
to that asshole who did.

- What are you doing in Dallas?

- When I'm not being
held at gunpoint

I tend to spend my
time living here.

- She's right, Corporal
Meredith Baird.

There a Marine base nearby?

- Reserves.

- Well, what does MOS 0317 mean?

- BOTH: Scout Sniper.

- Yeah.

[laughs] Um, it's one of
37 women actually,

and full integration
of other combat arms

would have happened next year.

Probably won't happen now, so.

- Okay.

If you really live here, what
is the best bakery in town?

- Dallas Patisserie?

- Yeah.

[laughs]

- Okay.

- Okay, do you guys have
anymore paranoid questions?

Would you like to
check my wallet

for my Russian
sleeper-cell card?

I mean sleeper cell would
probably be fitting right now.

But, look, I really
want to live.

You want to live.

So with that established,

why don't we find a
way to work together?

- And why the fuck
should we trust you?

- I've been thinking about
that and here's what I got.

[clattering]

[grunting]

- Fuck!

Where'd you hide that?

- You should have been
more thorough.

So we're at a cool eight rounds
in my little friend here,

and you've seen what I
can do at 400 meters.

Imagine what I can do at four.

You know what, how about
I just tell you?

I can put a hole clean
through your eyeball

and turn your head into
a fucking birdhouse,

which would be a real
shame considering

that there aren't birds anymore.

So is there anybody here
right now who doesn't

believe that I could kill
you at this moment?

Anybody?

Okay, let's move on.

I want an answer
as much as you do,

unless you think that I enjoyed
getting back to my house

on Friday and finding
my dead husband.

There's a photo of
him right there.

My hometown is known for all
sorts of controversial shit.

There's the Dallas Cowboys,
the JFK assassination, George W.

This is the first time
that anybody pegged it

as the Ground Zero
of the Apocalypse.

So here's where we're at.

I could kill all
of you right now,

or we can talk through this,
one big happy family.

I can help you put
the pieces together.

So that's my offer.

Come on.

- You got a deal.

- Fuck.

- Not bad for a first trust
exercise, you guys. [sighs]

- Told you it was a good idea.

- Yeah, it was a fantastic idea.

- Didn't get shot, did we?

You okay?

- Yeah I'm fine.

- Well, this is not how
I pictured it happening,

but it's still good.

[laughs]

[smack]

- Dude!

- [Clears throat] Yeah.

- You got my message.

It was on all the channels,

but I told them
to put it on loop.

[smack]

- Goddamn it, Lex.

You should have told
me what you were doing.

You should have told
me that you were,

I don't know, leaving.

Because maybe had you
thought about that you might

have realized I would
have come with you.

- That's why I didn't
tell you, Ally,

because I knew you'd
be safe in the ward

for a couple of days.

And if you hadn't arrived,

I was going to come back
to Houston tomorrow.

- Oh, were you?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

But you're here.

- Meanwhile, I had the luxury
of convincing myself

I was going to die before
ever seeing you again.

- If I had known it
was going to work out,

I would have brought you,
but I didn't know.

I didn't know the risks so it
wasn't worth it, not with you.

I'm not sorry, Ally.

- Of course you're not sorry.

You're you.

You are such a stubborn bitch.

You know that?

- Mm, yeah, I know. [laughs]

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

You haven't slept.

- Well, that, yeah.

- Oh, you've got
to come with me.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

- I'm sure they'll
probably come back for us

later or something.

- All of you, come on.

Chop chop.

Let's get you some
fucking clothes.

Come on.

- Okay, so you followed a death
trail all the way to Dallas.

You guys want cake.

What about you?

- Hey, you know what?

Ellis' theory is way
better than mine.

Mine's just kind of crazy.

- Crazier than people
dying in their sleep?

- Um, I followed a bird here.

- What kind of bird?

- A raven, I think.

- What are you, some kind
of ornithologist?

- No, no, it's...

I'm a dungeon master.

- Like kinky sex stuff?

With whips?

- No, not like kinky sex stuff.

Like wizards and witches
and drow elves and ravens.

Like they're magical birds.

Or at least they
can be in the game.

Anyway, we were in this
cafe on the second day

whenever this bird,
this freaking bird,

just lands in the
center of the table

like some kind of omen.

The other guys, they
thought that, oh,

he just had a late night
and he would drop the same

as the rest of them.

But I don't know,
I had this feeling.

And so I followed the
damn thing for three days

and 500 miles, and
it never dropped.

I lost it whenever the sun
set just outside the town.

- Mm, you're right, kid.

It's a crazy story.

- Yeah.

You sure that, uh,
dungeon mastery isn't

bleeding into your
brain a little bit?

- Oh, okay.

Yeah, no, the nerdy
kid can't distinguish

reality from fiction anymore.

No, thank you.

Thank you so much
for that stereotype.

You know what?

I may have been a nerd
before all of this, okay,

but I was cool, I
was fucking cool.

And I got women, like all the
fucking time, like hot women.

Okay?

In bikinis and with
like tits popping out.

All right, okay?

Want to know the secret?

It's because my penis, slightly
bigger than average, okay?

No, you better believe that if
my penis raced another penis

it would win in a photo finish.

Plus you know what?

I'm shorter than average.

So, yeah, it's a real favorable
fucking optical illusion.

Okay?

Instead of a 3D boat
coming out of a book,

no, it's my penis.

[chuckles]

- So there's that.

- I only said your
story was crazy, kid.

I didn't say I
didn't believe you.

- Well, good, because I saw the
goddamn bird, okay?

- Okay, birdwatcher.

What about you two?

- Show 'em the phone.

[sighs]

- Dallas area code,
listed the caller as SC.

They woke me in the
middle of the night

right before it happened.

Didn't say much, just one thing,
don't go to sleep.

- Wait, you got a
doomsday wake up call?

- Yeah, I guess.

- I have no idea who called
us or why they called us.

So we started out to
find some answers.

- And instead of that you found

this big-dick dungeon master.

- Whoa, whoa, could
I see the phone?

- Yeah.

- I can trace this number.

I can figure out where
this call came from.

Let's see.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

- What's happening?

- What?

- The Internet's down.

- The whole Internet?

- No, not the entire Internet.

No, just Dallas.

And it was up like an hour ago.

Fuck, without Internet
I can't do anything.

We're dead in the water.

- No, I got this.

- Oh, yeah, how?

[paper rustling]

- Know anyone in Sandy
Creek Nursing Home?

- No.

- That's just a few blocks
north from here.

- Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's go.

We're not getting
any more rested.

- It's on the way.

Plus, who doesn't love
a retirement home?

Come on, come on!

- Here, take these.

- Dopamine doesn't
keep you awake.

Why would I take this?

- What, are you a doctor now?

It's to treat you for shock.

- Well, I am not in shock.

- I know, but you will be.

- Would you, would you just
tell me what is going on here?

Did you find a cure or not, Lex?

- Cure is, uh, a strong word.

But we found something.

Stay here.

- Okay.

[door opening]

- Doesn't look like
anybody home.

- Found our phone number.

We need to find the rec room.

- Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

- Well, that's cool.

It's a nice tattoo.

Is it like a Viking boat?

Is that like an Army thing?

- What does a Viking boat
have to do with the Army?

- Well, the Vikings were an army

and like they were
a pretty cool army.

- It's just a tattoo.

- Okay, I'm just saying
like you have tattoos.

I have tattoos.

- Okay.

Are you trying to hit
on me after I told you

that my husband just died?

- Not really.

- Good.

[suspenseful music]

- [coughing] Jesus.

- Great, no sign of a call
log here.

- Yeah, well, it is a
nursing home, not a prison.

- Shit, sure feels
like a prison.

- I spy with my little
eye something better

than a call log.

[bass boom]

[beeping]

- Recognize either of them?

- No.

- Well, your gentleman caller

should be appearing any moment.

- Okay.

[bass beat music]

2:57.

[bass beat music]

2:58.

[bass beat music]

2:59.

[bass beat music]

That's it.

- BETH: Now what?

- Run it again,
slower this time.

[bass beat music]

[bass beat music]

- No, no, we missed something.

If this is the number, then
how is that even possible?

I mean if someone
here called me--

- Unless it wasn't here.

- But the caller ID--

- Masking your phone
number isn't that hard

in the post-phone book age.

- Why didn't you say something?

- Because I thought it
was worth checking out

and because I wanted to believe

that we were on the right track.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

- We're missing something.

- JOHN: We could, we can
search the rooms again.

- What the fuck is in Dallas?

Goddamn it!

[glass shatters]

Sorry if anybody
was watching that.

[suspenseful music]

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

[suspenseful music]

What the hell?

- I don't see anything.

- No, don't look at the phones.

Look at the monitor.

I expect the government
to take a little more

than zero seconds to produce
a doomsday broadcast.

- BETH: I don't understand.

- Wait. You're saying that--

- The television signal, hell,
maybe the radio too.

- Mean look right here,
3 am on the fucking dot.

- Oh, shit.

- You wanna call
that a coincidence?

- We came here looking
for answers, right?

How about a signal that's
immediate, far-reaching,

it's been active the second
this whole thing started.

- Meredith, is there a
broadcast station nearby?

- Yeah.

Actually, it's the largest
one in the Southwest.

- JEFFERY: Fuck, yes.

Let's go.

[clattering]

- Nicole?

Oh, my God, wake up,
wake up, wake up!

Stand up, stand up, get her up.

You with us?

- Hi.

Shit, that was a rough one.

Bill...

- No, I know.

It's time to go.

- You know if you carry her
to the station you'll run--

- We're not going
to the station.

This is where we get off.

- But we're onto something.

- Stop, I told you
the minute we met

we didn't want to chase cures,
and here we are again.

I am sorry, but we are done.

- Look, guys, um,
we have a date.

So I can't really miss it.

- Best of luck.

- Where are you going?

- Shit.

- Excuse me?

- You don't take anything
to stay awake.

You gave me your shot and yet
she's the one who's fading.

You guys were right to
have your suspicions,

but I think they were
aimed at the wrong person.

- Okay, there's nothing
suspicious about it.

- No, it's okay I got this.

I have a condition,
I'm not evil.

Uh, I just have what you might
consider a really, really,

really bad case of insomnia.

Maybe half a dozen people
have it in the world.

It's, uh, fat a I
familial insomnia.

It's physically impossible
for me to fall asleep.

I was diagnosed six months ago.

I have not slept
in the last three.

- How is that possible?

- How do some people
swim in the Arctic

or run a hundred miles?

I don't know, but they do.

And it's not like I don't
need sleep, I just can't.

All those symptoms you're
feeling, fatigue, delirium,

just, uh, stretch it out, yeah.

It will kill me in the end,
but not for another year or so.

Kind of funny when
you think about it,

a week ago I was the
one walking around

with a death sentence.

And now I may have
the pleasure of being

the last man on Earth.

So there's that.

- So basically what
you're saying is you're

the fucking superhero
of the sleep apocalypse?

- No one ever put it to
me like that before but,

sure, why not?

- Okay, so why don't
you stay and help us?

- I am sorry, but we are all
going to die at some point.

I would just rather help
someone really live while I can.

- But thank you, guys,
for everything.

- You gonna make muffins
while you're there?

- Yeah, what kind do you want?

- Blueberry.

- All right, they'll be
waiting for you.

- Maybe we'll, um,
we'll see you around.

- Let 'em go.

We got a date to make too.

[clattering]

- You got 10 minutes and
then we'll bring you out.

- All right.

Hold on just a fucking second.

Let's think about this.

- Okay, or you can think
about how every second

we don't do it he's
closer to dying,

and it might just save his life.

- Jake, trust her.

- I just don't think that--

- Ouch.

- What the hell?

- It's okay, Jake,
don't be a pussy.

- Sam, Sam?

Sam!

Sam, wake up, Sam?

Sam!

- Will you take me to a
movie after?

Dinner and a movie,
that sounds nice.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Told you I'd make it.

- I wonder if they're open.

- I don't know.

[glass shatters]

- Oh, look, it's 24 hours.

- Good!

- After you.

- Thank you.

[cheerful music]

- This is a really
unusual flavor.

- I had no idea that
chicken and chocolate

could go together.

That, my compliments
to the chef.

- I'm pretty sure it
was your concoction.

- Oh, yeah.

I think I've found
my true calling.

- Good [laughs].

Ah, you can have mine.

Yeah, I'm good, really good.

- I forgot to tell you, when
the afternoon papers come out

you're going to be famous.

- How come?

- Someone's sitting there.

- Really?

- Yeah, thanks.

Thank you.

- Do you know what's funny?

- No.

- Projector still works.

- Oh, you don't say.

- That's pretty good, right?

[crunching]

- The butter went bad so--

- Oh.

- We have to eat around it.

- Yeah, I'll live.

- You know you will.

Thank you.

- MOVIE: How do you like that?

- This has been the best
worst week of my life.

I don't even know
your last name.

- Oh. You don't, you
don't want to know my, no.

- Oh, I do.

- Oh, it's Beavers.

- Oh! [laughs]

Bill Beavers, Bill Beavers.

Bill Beavers?

God, that's terrible!

- It's awful, I'm so terrible.

- Oh, man!

- I'm sorry.

- Love that.

What are you going to do?

- I don't know.

I will remember this.

I'm going to remember you.

- You're always so warm.

- It's my superpower.

- Hmm, you have a lot of
superpowers.

Goodnight, Bill Beavers.

- Goodnight, Nicole.

[melancholy music]

[melancholy music]

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[melancholy music]

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