All language subtitles for עיכעיכ

There's bitter days ahead,

death and terror,

betrayal and tears,

and not all of you
will live through 'em.

The dark man grows
stronger all the time.

I know you feel it too.

Soon, he'll come to destroy
all who stand against him.

His kingdom's in the West,

and it is there you must
go and make your stand.

This is what God wants of you.

Team Two moving
to second location.

Do you copy?

Copy.

There's no shame, son.

No, sir. I was an EMT 26 years,

and I thought...

I'd seen my share
of death, but this...

Seven billion people dead.

You want to puke, son...

you go right ahead.

I'm fine.

I just need a minute.

How come you're
always taking movies?

World that's left's gonna
need entertainment.

Once the power's back on,

I'm gonna open a drive-in
up at the amphitheater,

put up a big screen,
double features Friday night.

You ever seen Risky Business?

- No.
- Oh, it's a great one.

They fuck on a train.

Let's roll.

We put away almost
a thousand units today.

It was dirty fucking work.

As far as I'm concerned, it's the
most important job in the Zone.

But if you've had enough,

if you feel like you
can't take another day,

you won't have to worry
about avoiding me in the street.

But if you can't cut it,

it's damn important
you tell me now,

so I can bring somebody in
to take your spot tomorrow.

Let's see some hands.
Who's coming back?

Good. Let's get a drink.

Well, it's shaping up
to be a beautiful Fourth.

Our WFTJ Ogunquit AccuWeather
forecast is predicting clear skies

for our nation's birthday
with highs in the mid-80s.

And our good friends
at the Maine State Police

have asked us to remind you
all that fireworks are not toys.

Be safe out there, Ogunquit.

♪ 73 men sailed up ♪

♪ From the San Francisco Bay ♪

Hey, Daddy.

♪ Rolled off of their ship... ♪

Oh, hey.

- Caught me digging, huh, Fran?
- Hmm.

I brought you some water.

- Thank you, darling.
- How you feeling?

- A little better?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Kind of lost track
of time out here.

So how did, uh, Amy's shower go?

Oh, it was a disaster.
Hardly anybody showed.

- They all have what you have.
- Oh, yeah.

Can I talk to you
about something?

Bless you.

Oh, sorry.

Daddy, you're burning up.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh...

Maybe I'll have a nap, huh?

- That's a great idea.
- Yeah.

- Come on.
- Okay.

So, uh, you said you wanted
to talk to me about something?

We can talk about it later.

Okay.

- All right.
- What time did you wake up?

- Uh, about 6:00, I think?
- How'd you feel then?

Got you, you peeping pervert!

Let me go! I didn't do anything!

- We caught you in broad daylight, Lauder.
- Wait. You know this dipshit?

This is that psycho school
shooter kid I was telling you about.

Already has his own manifesto
and read it in front of the whole class.

- I'm a writer. It was fiction.
- Then why'd they suspend you?

You're dead, you sick fuck!

Get the little prick!

Get after him!

Shit.

Jesus. Jesus.
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Fucking T-1000.

Aaah!

Holy shit! Did you see that?

Is he fucking dead?

Lauder, are you dead?

- I mean, look at this sorry sack of shit.
- Karma's a bitch.

We don't even have
to kick your ass now.

I ever catch you back
in this neighborhood,

I'm gonna shove your whole
bike up your ass, you hear me?

- I said, do you fucking hear me?
- I hear you!

Good.

Fucking better.

That's our mom,
you twisted little troll.

You're gonna die
a virgin, Lauder.

That's for sure, especially
after I post these on Instagram.

Bad news, Ogunquit.

The governor is now considering
a ban on all public gatherings

following the CDC's announcement
that flu season's come early this year.

Well, I don't know
about you, folks,

but I'd never let fear of
the sniffles keep me from...

Aw...

Hey, Mom.

How you feeling?

Oh, horrible.

Your father's on his way home.

He's not feeling well, either.

How do you feel?

- Fine.
- Good.

You can clean up out there.

And don't make me remind
you again about mowing the lawn.

Harold?

What the hell happened to you?

I fell off my bike.

You're such a fucking liar.

Some fucking bridal shower.

Shut the fuck up, Harold!

Tonight's show will be focused

on the news coming
out... Or not coming out...

Of Arnette, Texas.

The CDC has
quarantined the area.

Men in US Army
uniforms are refusing

to let anyone in, including
credentialed media.

Cell phone service inside the
perimeter has apparently been jammed,

as has all phone
and Internet service.

That's right, folks. The
good people of Arnette...

Are completely cutoff

from the rest of the world.

Just let that sink in.

Thank you, sir. I
have got it from here.

Thank... You can go. Get
a haircut, goddamn hippie.

Uh, Mr. Redman.
May I call you Stu?

Well, you kept me
prisoner here for three days.

No lawyer, no phone calls.

I figure you can call
me whatever you want.

Okay. I'm Jim. Jim Ellis.

Uh, my understanding is
you've told the nursing staff

that you're done
cooperating with our work here

until they bring in someone
who can answer your questions.

Yeah, I think it's time someone
tells me what the fuck's going on.

Okay. What do you want to know?

Well, for starters, how come you're
not wearing one of those masks?

I'm, uh, too good-looking.

Sorry. Uh, my psych profile says
I use humor to cope with... stress.

No, the reason I'm
not wearing a mask is

because it appears that
you're not contagious.

How do you know that?

Um, turns out that guinea pigs
are at least as susceptible as we are.

They start showing
symptoms almost immediately.

You guys have been
breathing the same air.

It's been almost 70 hours,
and there's not one sniffle.

So it's a virus, what I got?

Actually, as far as we can tell,
you haven't got anything at all.

As to what Mr. Campion had, yeah,
it's a virus, some kind of superflu.

People are calling
it Captain Trips.

Campion was the
guy in the car, right?

Let's get some chips going,
so I can get some steak.

- Oh, you ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

Let's go, boys. I'm in.

Hap needs a retirement fund.

Okay, flip the next card.
I want to see what it is.

- Get 'em, Hap.
- Okay.

Two. Four.

Turn off your pumps, Hap.

What?

Fuck, shit.

Boy must be drunker
than a fiddler's bitch.

He was military, yeah?

Afraid that's classified.

So he was military.

You fucking guys.

You were in, yourself.
Barely a year, it says here.

Medically retired

following a "catastrophically ruptured
right knee meniscus, all tendons." Ouch.

People I came in here with,
you want to tell me about them?

That's not a subject that
I'm at liberty to discuss.

I woke up three days ago to men
wearing MOPP suits holding M4s,

saying, "Come with us.
No need to be alarmed, sir."

- Look, I...
- Want to tell me about that?

Hey, I advised against
those MOPP suits,

but it was kind of a tough
sell with your dog on the porch,

kind of shape he was in.

It was my wife's dog.

Your wife, car accident, right?

I... I read about her in your
file. I'm very sorry for your...

Sorry for my loss? Yeah.

The people I came in here with,

people I worked on rigs with,
people I've known my whole life,

my friends, my family...
Tell me about them.

- Well...
- What the fuck did you guys do?

- Okay.
- How many of them had what Campion had?

All of them.

What do you mean,
all of 'em? What...

And how are they?

Ralph Hodges's, uh, youngest
daughter, the four-year-old.

- Eva?
- Uh-huh.

She's alive.

She was when I came in here.

What do you mean? What's that
supposed to mean, "She's alive"?

Mr. Redman, I am so sorry.

This situation, it exists.

We're working to contain it, and
right now, that is all that matters.

We've got the town of
Arnette under quarantine.

We're trying to recreate
Campion's route,

figure out how many
people he may have exposed

before he ended up at
Mr. Hapscomb's gas station.

So, you spoke to
him, right? Campion?

Uh, before the ambulance came?

I got you.

Easy, easy, easy.

Grab his legs.

You're gonna be all
right. You hear me?

How's my... How's my wife?

How's Sally? How's my kid?

Ralph Hodges and you.

You were the only ones who
made physical contact with Campion.

You're telling me
they're all dead?

I am.

What about Campion's
family? Anyone touch them?

Just hang in there, all right?

Car just smashed into our pumps.

Clock was red.

The clock?

Red clock means lockdown.

Whole place is supposed to seal.

Hap! How are we doing
on that ambulance?

Ten minutes out.

I thought if I just...

I thought if I moved
fast enough...

Campion came
from California, right?

Some bioweapons facility
out in the middle of the desert?

- You know I can't say.
- My point is,

he traveled 1,700 miles
before he hit Arnette?

How many stops is that?

Got to gas up, pee, eat.

You think you can find every
person he crossed paths with?

Well, as far as we can
tell, everyone who comes

in contact with this
thing becomes infected.

Everyone but you, and
we need to find out why.

We need to take as much blood
from you as you can tolerate.

Couple of vials
every couple hours.

Run it through every
test we can think of.

Run the rest of you
through every scan we have.

Hope that one of these
tracks helps us identify

what's protecting
you from this infection.

Come up with some way
to protect the rest of us.

Keep any more four-year-olds
from ending up like Eva Hodges.

Hey, your wife
was a nurse, right?

What do you think
she'd tell you to do?

All right.

All right?

Do what you got to do.

Hey, we're back
on. Bring in the tech.

Prep contrast fluid for an MRI.

Excuse me. Allergies.

Hello?

Can anybody hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone alive out there?

This is Harold Lauder.
I live on Ocean Street.

Hello?

Anyone?

I'm here, Harold.

- I'm here, Harold.
- Frannie?

Holy shit, it's good to see you.

Um, obviously, I wish the
circumstances were better.

Can I come in?

Thanks.

What happened to you?
You're all banged up.

Fell off my bike.

Is that...

- I'm burying my dad.
- Yeah.

I guess you've had
some experience with loss.

Your brother and all.

Well, what about
your family? A... Amy?

Managed to get them to the funeral
home before it closed its doors,

and there they sit.

Doubt they'll ever be buried.

No, someone will come back and bury them
when this disease has burned itself out.

Who?

I don't know,
someone in authority.

Frannie.

Five will get you ten, it was the
people in authority who did this.

Some government scientist
said, "Look what I made.

Kills almost everybody.
Isn't it great?"

Probably got a
medal and a raise.

And then somebody spilled it.

What are you talking about?

What planet have
you been living on?

It was all over the Internet
before they shut it down.

I've been kind of busy.

I'm sorry.

- Let me help you.
- No, I got it.

Look at your hands.

- You can't do this...
- Go home, Harold!

I'm not your fucking
babysitter anymore!

No one's coming, Fran.

Fuck.

I love you, Daddy.

My fellow Americans,

we cannot afford to jump at
shadows like children in the dark,

but neither can we afford to
take this serious outbreak lightly.

There is no truth to the rumor

that this strain of
influenza is universally fatal.

Furthermore, there is absolutely
no truth to the vicious rumors,

started and spread
via social media,

that it was engineered
by this government.

Let me be clear.

We have never...

never engaged

in the clandestine
manufacture of substances

outlawed by the
Geneva Conventions

or the Biological
Weapons Convention.

My fellow Americans, I
ask you to do your part...

by re... by re...

by remaining calm and
following the instructions

of your emergency
response personnel.

To maintain order and
alleviate mass hysteria,

I have author...

Hello, Frannie.

My name is Abagail Freemantle.

You come see me at
Hemingford Home, Colorado.

Can you remember that for me?

Hey!

Oh, good. You're awake.

- Am now.
- Uh, we're moving you.

There's a car waiting
for you downstairs.

- Moving me? Where to?
- Stovington, Vermont.

A secure CDC facility there.

It's where this effort
is being coordinated.

Why are we leaving in
the middle of the night?

Stu, please, I could go to
prison already for what I've...

You... You know
what? No. Fuck it.

Place is compromised.

Nurse's kid tested positive
about a half hour ago.

You're telling me the Arnette
quarantine extends all the way out here?

The nurse's kid testing positive means
we get our very own exclusion zone.

We're the last
living souls in or out.

- For how long?
- Long as it takes.

CDC's still based
in Atlanta, right?

- Yeah, last I checked.
- Why the hell aren't we going there?

Trust me, you should be happy
we're not telling you more than we are.

Dr. Cobb here is gonna
be joining our team.

All right. That's funny, I wouldn't
have taken you for a doctor.

Yeah. I get that a lot.

He seems fun.

Come on. Let's go.

Redman.

You know, if I didn't
know any better,

I'd say this is one of
those blackout hoods

they put on Gitmo prisoners.

You know, keep 'em disoriented.

We're headed to
a classified facility.

You expect me to wear this
thing the whole time we're there?

Just on the way. Can
take it off once we're inside.

And how long's the trip?

You know, it seems to me, Mr. Redman,
you might be under the misimpression

that our only option as far
as securing your cooperation,

is to fucking ask for it.

Now, it's gonna be a
lot easier on everybody

if you just let us do our jobs.

And what is that,
exactly? Your job?

Well, my job, Mr. Redman,
is to keep you safe.

And to keep you cooperating.

Now, it's totally up to you
how comfortable you want to be

while both of those
things happen.

Now, you ready to cut the shit?

- Yeah, just about.
- Good.

Then put the fucking hood on.

Major roads blocked
by armored vehicles.

Hospitals overflowing.

Our Internet shut down.

It certainly does
look like the end.

Humanity blinking
out with a whimper.

Well, folks, not me.

The method of my demise...

will not be Captain Trips.

So this will be me signing off.

Frannie...

I know you're in pain.

We both are.

Frannie, I want you
to come with me.

We're the last living
souls left in Ogunquit.

We can't stay here.

It's a coffin.

Fran... I have a plan.

Fuck, that rhymes.

Fran, tell me why,

out of the entire
town of Ogunquit...

we're the only ones spared.

Tell me why, out of the
entire town of Ogunquit,

we're the only ones spared.

You and me.

What I heard, this is supposed
to be the vice president's room.

It's a real step up from
the last place, though, huh?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
I'd love to retire here.

How deep are we?

Oh, pretty fucking deep.
This place is a fortress.

I've never seen
anything like it.

It's all controlled from a
central hub. Even the elevators.

Really?

By who? Who's the CO?

Army general, four-star.

Guy named Starkey, apparently.
I haven't actually seen him.

Wow. Four-star. Fuck.

And how's our good
friend Cobb doing?

He's always around.

You should not antagonize
him. He's dangerous.

Yeah, no shit.

I think we could
take him though.

Can you imagine?

Yeah, I could.

Yeah, I'm stuck down
here, the same as you.

It's better than up
there though. Trust me.

Really? That bad, huh?

Yeah, I got to get on the phone

with the World Health
Organization in five minutes

to get estimates that would make
the Spanish flu look like a sham.

I'll come back and check
on you as soon as I can.

All right, you know
where to find me.

Frannie?

Frannie?

Fran.

Fran?

Fran?

Fran, I'm worried
about you. I'm coming in.

Jesus.

I was in the corn, Harold.

I'm not gonna let
you die, Frannie.

It's okay.

♪ I feel unhappy ♪

Hey.

♪ I feel so sad ♪

♪ I've lost the best friend ♪

How you feeling?

♪ That I ever had ♪

♪ She was my woman... ♪

How did you know?

Were you spying on me?

No, of course not. I... I...

♪ I've let her go... ♪

I came here...

Came here...

to show you my plan.

See if you want to come with.

And... and just in the
nick of time, I might add.

I wish you hadn't, Harold. I
don't want to be here anymore.

Well, neither did I.

Think of it like I'm
returning the favor.

What favor?

Remember that nail you stuck
in my wall, like, five years ago?

How do you not remember?

That was like the biggest
moment of my childhood.

Harold, I don't remember.

I was Amy's friend, and you
were her weird little brother.

I'd just gotten my
first rejection letter.

You came over to babysit.

- You wouldn't even come out of your room.
- See?

You do remember.

Yeah.

I nailed the letter to your wall,
and I told you to never give up.

To this day, I've put
every one on that nail.

And I haven't given up.

Frannie, we're the only ones
left alive in this whole town.

And, assuming there's nothing
special about this place, which...

I think we both know is
a pretty safe assumption,

that means the fatality rate
for this virus is well over 99%.

Means we can't afford
to lose a single person.

- It means...
- We're the future.

♪ Through changes... ♪

Yes.

Us.

♪ I'm going through changes... ♪

Okay. Let's hear your plan.

Atlanta.

The CDC.

If there are still people there working
on the flu, maybe we can help them.

How? Like...

- let them run tests on us?
- Exactly.

They must be looking for
people who are immune.

That's actually...

That's a really smart idea.

I'm not a little kid
anymore, Frannie.

♪ Her last goodbyes ♪

♪ Now all my days ♪

♪ Are filled with tears ♪

♪ Wish I could go back ♪

♪ And change these years ♪

♪ I'm going through changes ♪

No.

That pretty much sums it up.

See, the first rule
of epidemiology is,

you don't end up on the
wrong end of the stethoscope.

Goddamn it.

The bright side
is, it looks like

you won't have Dr. Cobb
to worry about anymore.

Cobb has it, too?

Yeah.

Pretty much everyone has it.

There's reports of
immunes like you out there,

but there's nothing confirmed.

Oh, God.

Can you imagine that
just, like, a month ago,

we were all worried about Ebola?

What can I do for you, huh?

Jesus. What happens now?

Now, uh, it's game over.

I was gonna use
this. You know, just...

Oh...

Painful, all right, but,

you know, seems smarter than
choking to death on my own snot.

And then I had a
similar attractive idea.

I was gonna, uh, raid the
pharmacy down the hall

to see if I can't shuffle off this
mortal coil with a little bit of style.

Yeah.

Forgive me, what are they gonna...
What are they gonna do with me?

Unknown.

Well, no one has heard or seen
of General Starkey in 19 hours.

He sealed off the command center and
shut down all movement between floors.

Sometimes he opens the door
for me. Sometimes he doesn't.

He's un-fucking-predictable,
that one.

How many floors?

There's one way to find out.

Yeah.

Come on, Doc. You got to tell
me how to get the fuck out of here.

I wish I could offer
you something better.

God.

I really thought...

I thought I was gonna be the
one that was gonna stop this thing.

You know, the most important
vaccine in the history of man

and get the magazine
covers and the Nobel... Prize.

How you doing, Doc?

I wondered where you got to.

I thought maybe you opted for the,
uh, the early checkout, you know?

Beat the traffic.

So, what's this?

A tearful goodbye, huh?

Now let's take a walk.

What are you doing here, Cobb?

Get the fuck out.

- I'm not gonna tell you again.
- Come on, Cobb.

Right this way, soldier.

Follow the lights, Mr. Redman.

Climb aboard.

Leave the gun.

Looks like we're the
last men standing here.

Tell you the truth,

I'm halfway surprised you didn't
blast me when I came through the door.

Finish what your man couldn't.

Sergeant Cobb
was not one of mine.

You're a fucking four-star.

Whose command was he under?

Would you believe I don't know?

No.

Well, that's fair. I guess, in
your position, I wouldn't either.

So, are you telling me that
Cobb's orders came from outside?

Our last contact with the
outside was two days ago.

Somebody cut your comm lines.

This place was built to
withstand a 50-megaton blast.

Our comms are fine.

Two days ago was just...

the last time we heard
anybody talk back.

My guess, Cobb was
following a checklist.

Contingencies. If "X," then "Y."

You're telling me he was
ready to kill me to keep a secret?

Nah...

There ain't no one
left for me to tell.

Men like Cobb...

don't stop following orders

just because the orders
stop making sense.

What about you?

I have no orders
regarding you, Mr. Redman.

All right. So...

Free to go, then?

My daughter gave me this book...

years ago for my birthday.

I put it on a shelf...

and never even opened it.

Until four days ago, when...

I learned that she was dead.

Now I can't put it down.

Poetry.

And I do believe Mr. Yeats
was on to something

about how it looks
when the shit hits the fan.

I was proud of our soldiers.

All the units maintained
discipline much longer than the...

predictive models told
us we could expect.

The predictive models?

Jesus Christ. You fucking...

gamed the apocalypse?

Of course.

"In the event of a
global-level extinction event,

every effort will be made

to maintain continuity
of national government."

And if you think that everybody else
were not planning along the same lines,

you are very much mistaken.

Okay, after we're finished here,

that key card gets
you out that exit door.

Take the emergency
stairs up to the surface level.

If anyone asks, if there's
anyone left to ask...

please tell them I stood
my post... to the end.

I will.

Thank you, General.

If you'll indulge me?

"Turning and turning
in the widening gyre,

the falcon cannot
hear the falconer.

Things fall apart.

Mere anarchy is
loosed upon the world.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,

and everywhere the ceremony
of innocence is drowned.

The best lack all
conviction, while the worst

are full of
passionate intensity.

Surely some
revelation is at hand.

Surely the Second
Coming is at hand.

Somewhere in sands of the desert

a shape with lion body
and the head of a man,

a gaze blank

and pitiless as the sun

is moving its slow thighs.

And what rough beast,

its hour come round at last,

slouches towards
Bethlehem to be born?"

Good luck to you, Mr. Redman.

Thank you, General.

♪ Yeah, when I was only 17 ♪

I didn't know your middle name.

♪ I could hear the
angels whispering ♪

♪ So I droned into the woods
And wandered aimlessly about ♪

♪ Until I heard my mother
Shouting through the fog ♪

♪ It turned out to be
The howling of a dog ♪

♪ Or a wolf to be exact ♪

♪ The sound sent
shivers down my back ♪

♪ But I was drawn
into the pack ♪

♪ And before long ♪

♪ They allowed me to
join in And sing their song ♪

♪ So from the cliffs
and highest hill ♪

♪ Yeah, we would
gladly get our fill ♪

♪ Howling endlessly
And shrilly at the dawn... ♪

Come on. Cover it up!

It's said that the two great
human sins are pride and hate.

Are they?

I choose to think of them
as the two great virtues.

To give away pride and hate is to say
you will change for the good of the world.

To embrace them, to
vent them, is more noble.

The world must change
for the good of you.

I am on a great adventure.

That's it!

Straight back. Straight back.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa.

You just saved my
fucking life, man.

Whew!

I owe you so many beers.

There was a time, an
hour, maybe just an instant,

when he contemplated
jettisoning the hate.

In that hour or instant, he was aware
that he could simply accept what was.

Good eye today, Hawk.

And that knowledge
exhilarated and terrified him.

For that space of time,

he knew he could become
a new Harold Lauder.

- Pretty fucking great, right?
- Yeah.

There's your screen.

The projectionist
throws from there.

That's about 150 feet...

He could let go of all the old
grudges, hurts, unpaid debts...

We have a ticket booth and...

worthless as the paper money
choking the cash registers

of this new America.

I always saw a partner in this.

But to seize it would have
been to murder himself.

The ghosts of every humiliation he
had ever suffered cried out against it.

His murdered
dreams and ambitions

came back to eldritch life

and asked if he could
forget them so easily.

In Boulder, he could only
ever be Harold Lauder.

Out west...

he could be a prince.

- There you go.
- Thank you very much.

Have a good day.

- Oh, hey, Harold.
- Hey, guys.

Oh, look at you.

- Yeah.
- Getting bigger every day.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Is it kicking yet?

- Sometimes.
- No, that's just breakfast.

Okay.

- You off to work?
- Yes, sir.

- Another day on the body crew.
- I can't tell you how much

we appreciate what
y'all are doing out there.

- Out on the front lines.
- Ah, well...

- Yeah.
- We're all in this together.

Yes, we are.

You should come over
for dinner sometime.

We can, you know, heat you up
some canned beans or something.

- Yeah, sure. I'd love that.
- Yeah, me, too.

- All right.
- Hey. Great to see you guys.

- Yeah, you, too.
- Have a good one.

- Have a good one.
- Have a good day. Bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

My great pleasure this
delightful post-apocalypse season

will be to kill Mr. Stuart
"Dog Cock" Redman.

And just maybe...

I'll kill her too.

Blazer One Actual. This is...

- This is General Fitzpatrick.
- Yes, sir.

- Identify yourself.
- Private First Class Charles Campion, sir.

I'm getting alerts. Are the
readings elevated on your end?

Yes, sir. I see the
readings, but there's no...

I just got a secondary alert.

- What are you seeing?
- Sir.

Go ahead.

Is this an exercise?

No, Private, this
is not an exercise.

Hold a moment, please, sir.

Campion?

Campion!

Attention, all personnel,

initiate containment protocol.

This is not a drill.

Attention, all personnel,

initiate containment protocol.

This is not a drill.

Attention, all personnel,

initiate containment protocol.

This is not a drill.

Sally. Get up, get up.
You got to wake up.

- Charlie?
- Wake up. Get up, get up. We got to go.

- We got to go now. Get LaVon.
- What's happening? What's going on?

- Come on, hurry up!
- Wait, where are we going?

We have to go. Come
on, come on, baby.

♪ Well, we all have a face
That we hide away forever ♪

♪ And we take them
out And show ourselves ♪

♪ When everyone has gone ♪

♪ Some are satin,
some are steel ♪

♪ Some are silk and
some are leather ♪

♪ They're the
faces of a stranger ♪

♪ But we'd love to try them on ♪

♪ Well, we all fall in love ♪

♪ But we disregard the danger ♪

♪ Though we share
so many secrets ♪

♪ There are some we never tell ♪

♪ Why were you so surprised ♪

♪ That you never
saw the stranger? ♪

♪ Did you ever let your lover ♪

♪ See the stranger
in yourself? ♪

♪ Don't be afraid to try again ♪

♪ Everyone goes south
Every now and then ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ You've done it Why
can't someone else? ♪

♪ You should know by now ♪

♪ You've been there yourself ♪

♪ Once I used to believe ♪

♪ I was such a great romancer ♪

♪ Then I came home to a woman ♪

♪ That I could not recognize ♪

♪ When I pressed
her for a reason ♪

♪ She refused to even answer ♪

♪ It was then I
felt the stranger ♪

♪ Kick me right
between the eyes ♪

♪ Well, we all fall in love ♪

♪ But we disregard the danger ♪

♪ Though we share
so many secrets ♪

♪ There are some we never tell ♪

♪ Why were you so surprised ♪

♪ That you never
saw the stranger? ♪

♪ It was then I
felt the stranger ♪

♪ Kick me right
between the eyes ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪