All language subtitles for Paradise.2025.S01E01.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta[EZTVx.to]_track3_eng

[clock ticking]

[faint sigh]

[ticking continues]

[ticking continues]

[phone buzzing]

[♪ light, tense music playing]

[marker scratching]

[paper rustling]

[sighs]

[slight chuckle]

[marker thuds]

-[crickets chirping]
-[grunts]

Hey, Carl.

A little chilly this morning, huh?

It'll warm up soon.

Always does.

[Carl chuckles]

[♪ lively music playing]

Morning.

[bus engine revving]

[panting]

[panting heavily]

Breathing pretty heavy there, old man.

I'm breathing just fine.

You sure? How's that left arm?

Is that going numb on you?
Smelling any toast?

'Cause we got some baby aspirin here.

I can get you on down to the hospital.

You talk a lot of shit for someone
who runs a 14-minute mile, Agent Pace.

'Cause I lift, dude.
When the bad guys come,

you can run away, I can choke 'em out.

-Ah.
-Who's the hero?

-Gym muscle ain't real muscle, Billy.
-That's so weird though, right?

I guess we're both imagining that one.

[Xavier chuckles]

-Quiet night?
-Pin drop.

Brooks and Rainey
had the perimeter all night.

I'm clocking out early, by the way.

Garcia gave me
this nasty-ass soup last night

and I gotta go see a man about a horse.

Gotcha.

-Like a-- like a mutant horse.
-[sighs]

I woke Jane,
she's coming in to cover for me.

You woke that poor girl up
and told her to come in early

so you could go home and take a shit?

They're the ones who wanted equality.

-Billy.
-Mm, she was cool.

-I'll see you.
-Alright.

-Hey.
-Hm?

The world's biggest biceps don't make up
for the world's smallest dick.

That's probably true, boss.
But it doesn't hurt, does it?

-That's your dick I'm talking about.
-I knew you were talking

-about my dick, sir.
-Yeah, yeah.

[Presley Collins] What page are you on?

-[James Collins] Eighty-eight.
-[Presley] Nice.

I was gonna make
you guys pancakes, Presley.

Yeah, well, you snooze, you lose.

We're having eggs.

You're having egg whites.

Egg whites aren't food. They're air.

Yeah, well, your metabolism
isn't what it was.

I'm sorry, you trying
to tell me I'm getting old?

No, trying to tell you
you're getting chubby.

Child, please, you know I look good.

-Eat some egg whites.
-Uh...

Hey, man, you hear this?

-Well, I got yellow eggs.
-Gimme some.

-[smacks]
-Ow.

Thank you for making breakfast, baby.

Mm-hmm, you're welcome.

[Xavier groaning]

[fork clanking]

Ugh.

-[fork clatters]
-[Presley chuckles]

-[Presley] Didn't sleep?
-Mm, stop worrying about me.

[Presley] I'll stop worrying about you
when you sleep.

I'll sleep when you stop
worrying about me.

-And around we go.
-Mm-hmm.

Your brother's bike got left out
in the front lawn again.

-Take it out my paycheck.
-Hey.

Sorry. I'll keep an eye on it.

Mm! And don't forget,
my debate final is at 3:00.

Three o'clock, wouldn't miss it.

-I will clock out early.
-[Presley] Ah!

-Uh-oh.
-I just made you eggs over there.

Well, see, it's my house, so...

[smacks lips] my eggs.

And remember, you may be all grown,

but to me, you're still just
a scrawny little thing...

-Mm-hmm.
-...that squeals like a baby every time

-she gets tickled in that one spot...
-Okay, no, no.

-...underneath her right arm.
-I don't wanna be tickled right now.

Oh, no tickling, no tickling.

-Please, please, please.
-Okay, okay.

Okay.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Boy, what on earth are you reading, man?

James and the Giant Peach.

-Where'd you get that?
-Presley gave it to me.

-It's about a--
-I know what it's about.

[♪ tense music playing]

[Presley] Uh, hey, if you, uh,

run into Andrew Bloch today,
just try your best to ignore him, okay?

[voice muffling, fading out]

[normal] Hey, Dad.

-Hm?
-You good?

Yeah, sorry.

Sorry, J. Um,

Dad didn't sleep well.

You like the book?

Yeah.

It's about a boy
who used to have these magic beans,

but he tripped and dropped
all the magic beans into the grass.

-Mm.
-[James] And they went down,

and they got to touch
all these centipedes,

and spiders, and ladybugs.

And even the big tree...

[♪ light, tense music playing]

[birds chirping]

[Xavier Collins] Jane.

-Boss.
-You're here early.

Uh, Billy had something
to take care of at home.

He went home to take a dump.

Yeah, well...

You're allowed to tell him no.

I'm aware.

-Brooks and Rainey inside?
-Waiting on you.

[keypad beeping]

[lock chimes, gate unlatches]

[gate shuts]

[water trickling]

[Rainey] Boss.

-[Xavier] Quiet night, I hear?
-Yes, sir.

Bedroom door was sealed by 10:00.

He's still not up.

-It's late for him.
-Sure it won't be long.

Very good.

-I'm on.
-[Rainey] We're off.

[Brooks] We've got perimeter
for another hour, if you need anything.

[front door shuts]

[footsteps thudding]

[sighs]

[footsteps echoing]

Mr. President?

Mr. President, it's almost 8 a.m.
Just checking in.

Mr. President, I'm coming in.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Cal Bradford] Agent Collins, come on in.

-[water trickling]
-[distant sirens wailing]

Shoes off, please.

I'm fucking with you.

I just like to see what people will do.

Got the last guy to sit on the floor.

-[pen clicking]
-Go on, have a seat.

I assume, uh, you know why you're here.

Um, I have a sense, sir.

Can I get you a water, soda, anything?

I'm fine, sir.

You want any booze? We got it all.

No, thank you.

Yeah, that was a test.

-Yes.
-You passed.

Yes, sir.

Can't have a potential new lead agent
drinking on the job, you know?

[slight chuckle] Of course.

Well, I'm gonna have a drink.

Little hair of the dog.

Don't worry,
this is not an everyday thing.

-We had quite a night last night.
-Congratulations, sir.

Yeah, yeah.

The other guy literally had the IQ
of a Goldendoodle.

An incumbent president
barely beats a Goldendoodle.

I wouldn't say that's exactly
my one shining moment. [chuckles]

It's a college basketball reference.

One Shining Moment?

It's a song they play
at the end of the tournament.

Yes.

Alright, cards on the table.

I beat a Goldendoodle,

so it looks like I got the gig
for another four years

until I get to retire somewhere beautiful

and lie on a pool float
the rest of my days.

Now, keep in mind, I'll be an ex-president

in just my early 50s.

So, I'm gonna find
the biggest mansion I can,

and I'm gonna fill it with the best booze
and the best art available,

and I'm gonna spend four
to five decades on that pool float.

Unless, of course,
somebody shoots me first.

I'm looking for someone
to make sure I don't get shot,

so I can make it to that pool float.

-You follow?
-I follow.

You got any questions for me?

No, sir.

Jesus Christ, this is like the worst
first date I've ever had.

Come on, ask me a question, will you?

Why the change, sir?

I know Agent Monroe.
He's as good as it gets.

He's a bore, and he's old.

If my lead agent
isn't gonna be fun to be around,

I'd like to at least know
he can lift heavy stuff.

Look, I'm looking
for someone to be by my side

for the next four years,

and potentially into my pool float years.

As you know, they let us
keep light protection

even after we leave the big house.

They gave me a list and a batch of names.

I looked at that list and batch of names,

I asked to meet with you.

-[clock ticking]
-[Xavier sighs]

"Why, sir?
Why did you ask to meet with me?"

That's a great question, Agent Collins,
I'm so happy you asked.

I--

I promise this is not a regular thing.

Well, in answer to the question
that you didn't ask,

I hear you're the best of the best.

I feel pretty confident
you can lift heavy stuff.

And it doesn't hurt that you're Black.

I'm supposed to be a Southern progressive

but I got a bunch of white guys
surrounding me everywhere I go.

So, I'm here 'cause I'm Black?

You're here because you're good.

And the other guy was boring and old.

It just doesn't hurt that you're Black.

-Does my directness bother you?
-No, sir.

But... [sighs]

No, sir.

There was a "but."

I just wonder if having
a Black man guarding you

is really the progressive visual
you think it is?

That's a fair point.

Well, my Secretary of State

and my Secretary of Defense
are also Black.

But they don't stand next to me
when I kiss babies, so...

Agent Collins, I went from being
one of the richest men in the world

to a one-term, now two-term president
almost overnight.

I drink whiskey in the middle
of the Oval Office.

And I'm upfront about telling
a potential new lead agent

that part of the reason
he's appealing to me

is the color of his skin.

I did not get here
by doing things by the book.

I couldn't tell you who the eighth
vice president of the United States was

and I'm not really sure
where Syria is on a map.

But people seem to like me.

And leaders of other countries
seem to trust me.

[♪ light music playing]

The world is 19 times more fucked
than anyone realizes.

And if someone's gotta sit in that chair
and do the unthinkable,

I consider myself a reasonable
and decent human being

who will try to do the right thing.

Hopefully, that's someone
you wouldn't mind taking a bullet for...

if this thing goes your way.

Yes, sir.

Okey-dokey.

Thank you for coming in.

We will be in touch.

Southwestern Asia, sir.

-I'm sorry?
-Syria.

It's in Southwest Asia
on the eastern coast

of the Mediterranean Sea.

No shit? Huh.

And the eighth vice president?

Martin Van Buren.

Obviously, I knew that.

It's a test, you know,
like with the whiskey.

Of course, sir.

Marsha, could you inform the cabinet
that Syria is not in Canada?

We've been getting it wrong
this whole time.

[chuckles lightly]

I'm the funniest president.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[sniffing]

[♪ music intensifies]

[Jane Driscoll] [over comms]
All good up there, boss?

Yeah-- Uh, no.

Hang on, I need a second.

[breathing heavily]

[Jane] Sir?

Jane, I need you to lock down
and sweep the residence.

No one in, no one out.

-[Jane] What's going on?
-Just give me a minute.

Jane, who's in the bay right now?

-[Jane] Garcia.
-Garcia, okay, good.

[Jane] Sir, if we're locking down,
shouldn't I be alerting Robinson?

No! Not yet.

[Jane] But protocol says--

Jane, I need you
to quietly lock this place down

for the next 30 minutes without
asking any more questions.

Only person allowed upstairs is Billy.

[Jane] Billy's not here, remember?

-He will be.
-[Jane] Copy that.

You're freaking me out a little bit, boss.

Copy that. Thirty minutes.

[Cal] Agent Collins.

-[rain pattering]
-Yes, sir?

[Cal]
Enjoying your first week with us so far?

[Xavier] Yes, sir, thank you.

Okay, okay, that's good to hear.

That's very good to hear.

You're married, right?

-Yes, sir.
-I noticed your ring.

You got kids?

Yes, sir, a-a girl named Presley
and a boy named James.

Presley?

My wife's from Memphis.
Couldn't be stopped.

You gonna have any more?

No, sir.

I'd love to, but...

No, sir.

Well, I'm relatively confident...
[clearing throat]

that the First Lady
voted for the other guy last week.

If true, I imagine
that's the first time in history

that a sitting First Lady
voted against her own husband.

Yeah.

Not the biggest fan of mine
of late, my wife.

[rain continues]

You don't approve?

Those things will kill you.

Yeah, well...

they can get in line.

She will take the kid...

and leave me the second I'm out of office.

How come your wife
doesn't want more kids, huh?

Were the first two lemons?

You a shit father? What's the deal?

Come on, man. I'm sad, I'm tipsy.

I could use a story.

It's not much of a story, sir.

Um, my wife, Teri, she's a scientist.

We met when I was at the Academy

and she wants to focus on her career now.

She's starting a new project in Atlanta
and she'll have to travel.

So... we're stopping at two.

They keep us plenty busy, as is.

[thunder rumbling]

Hey.

No, thank you.

He passes again.

Well, Xavier, for what it's worth,

you're probably better off
not having any more kids.

Smart move right now.

[thunder rumbling]

It's definitely a very... very smart move.

I'm not sure I understand, sir.

That'll be all, Agent Collins.

Yes, sir.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[line ringing]

[Billy Pace] [on phone]
This better be good, boss.

Garcia's soup is doing
a number on me right now.

I need you back at the residence now.

X, I'm in a pretty precarious position
at the moment.

Billy.

Christian Laettner.

[♪ tense, dramatic music playing]

I gave us about 30 minutes
before Jane has to call it in,

but once she does, Robinson won't let me
within a mile of this place.

It's bad, Billy. It's really bad.

And I need you here five minutes ago.

Copy you. I'm on my way.

Billy, you step into this thing with me,

you could be entering a world of hurt.

[Billy] Promise?

Five minutes ago. Move.

[Jane] House all clear.

All non-essentials are out.

-Study? Guest house?
-Secured.

-Sir--
-I need five with Garcia.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[door slams]

-Mike.
-Mm.

Hey, what's good, boss?

Jane says we're on a lockdown
that's not a lockdown. What's the deal?

I need you to take me
through yesterday's log.

Oh, yeah, sure thing. Gimme a sec.

By the way, I don't know what you heard,
but I didn't make soup.

I made pozole, and my stuff's legit.

If Billy has a stomach
like a 14-year-old Amish girl,

-that's his problem--
-Hey, Mike, I need you to focus.

Okay, we're up.

Take me through Wildcat's day.
Anything irregular?

[Mike Garcia]
Abnormally early wake-up and workout.

Long workout, actually.

Then, he got out of his bathrobe
for the first time in a week.

He spent the morning
making pasta for his son for dinner.

Made the pasta by hand, by the way.

Had coffee with Sinatra
in the afternoon, back patio.

You were the agent on duty,
you know all this.

[Sinatra] What?

Say it to my face.

I want to see what it looks like
when you have balls, sir.

It's fine. We're fine.

[♪ tense, dramatic music playing]

And that's it?

Anyone out of the ordinary
on the premises?

Nope. Gardeners, us, the usual.

Kid bailed on him for dinner.
Stayed home with his mom.

Poor guy had to scarf down
dinner for two by himself.

Oh, but on the bright side,

you-know-who made her daily
happy hour appearance.

-Wait, rewind that for me.
-Mm-hmm.

Freeze it.

A little bigger.

A little more.

Okay.

[Mike] She left, and he took
two long pours downstairs

for drinks with the old man.

Daddy Warbucks returned
to the guest house at 9:30,

and our hero
took a third long pour up to bed.

The door was sealed at 10:04.

Last person to see him was...

[♪ dramatic music playing]

You guys shot the shit there
for a while, huh?

That dude has said four words
to me since I got down here.

Well, I guess you earned it.

[helicopter whirring]

[reporter 1] Mr. President.

-[reporter 2] Mr. President.
-[reporter 3] Mr. President.

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for your patience.

Betsy, I know you missed me.

Why don't you kick us off?

Regarding yesterday's explosive
New York Times report

-about recent revelations in Colorado.
-[Cal] I have no comment on that.

[Betsy] Due respect, but isn't
some comment required, sir?

There's wild speculation
about what people are seeing there,

and protests are already forming
across the country.

[Cal] Yes, and I'm sure
the internet's doing a fine job

at, uh, feeding that fire
without me fueling the fire.

[voice muffling]
Now, what I would like to speak about

is the latest jobs report.

Just one month since my re-election...

[voice fading out]

[♪ gentle music playing]

[Cal's voice fading back in]

Weapon!

-Whoa!
-Get down!

-[gunshot]
-[overlapping shouting]

-The world deserves to know!
-[shouting and screaming]

The world deserves to know!

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[voices muffling, fading out]

[Cal grunting]

[normal] Sir, are you hit?

[shouting continues]

-Sir, are you hit?
-No, I'm fine.

No, you're hit. Let me see.

-No! Hey, I'm fine, look at me.
-Hey.

[Xavier panting]

It's you. It's your blood.

[Xavier] Huh?

[Cal] Agent Collins?

[Xavier breathing heavily]

Agent Collins? Agent Collins?

-You're not hit?
-[muffled] [echoing] Agent Collins?

But you're not hit? [grunts]

-[♪ gentle music playing]
-[hospital monitor beeping]

[muffled groan]

[muffled] Sir.

[muffled] Take it easy.

[normal] Sir.

[indistinct hospital PA announcement]

[Cal] Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.

You just got--
Hey, you just got out of surgery.

-Sir--
-Your wife-- Your wife's on the way.

They had trouble reaching her.

-Are you alright?
-I'm fine.

[sighs]

You tackle like a high school sophomore,
by the way.

Though I'll admit,
when I saw all that blood,

I thought I'd been Christian Laettner'd.

[monitor beeping]

Oh, don't do this to me.

-Christian Laettner? Duke?
-Hm?

Yeah. He made the most famous
college basketball shot of all time

against us in the tournament.

Single-handedly killed me

and every other
Kentucky Wildcat fan that day.

[claps hands]

Yeah, I thought I'd been Laettner'd.

But then, uh...

[monitor beeping]

That was a hell
of a blocked shot, Agent Collins.

Is there anything I can do for you?

I don't know.

Maybe cool it
with the basketball metaphors?

[laughing]

Well, well, well, look at you.

Good for you, Xavier.
You're kind of funny when you're wounded.

-Yeah, who knew?
-Not me.

I'd have shot you weeks ago.

[both laughing]

[knocking on door]

[agent] Sir?

[indistinct chatter, phones ringing]

Duty calls.

They got the rest of the bullet out
in surgery, by the way.

Your career
as a shoulder model's probably over

but, uh, they tell me you'll make
a full recovery.

Do we know who he was?

Some asshole with a 3D printer.

But we got him.

Well, I'll be back to work
as soon as I clear my physical.

No, no, no, no.
Take a few weeks, paid leave.

-It's not necessary.
-That's an order.

Don't make me do the whole
Commander-in-Chief bullshit, okay?

It's been a long day.

Although, um...

I'd like to talk to you
when you get back...

about the future.

Yes, sir, of course.

[♪ light music playing]

[sighs]

Saying "thank you"
feels kinda insufficient.

Saying "just doing my job"
seems kinda lame.

So, we'll just leave it there, huh?

.[sighs]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Billy] Holy fuck.

X, you gotta call this in, man.

[Xavier] Safe was empty. It's gone.

-No.
-Gone.

Someone had to know a lot.

Someone had to have a lot of access.

In a few minutes,
I have to tell Jane to call this in

and we lose control of the whole scene.

Hey, I need you to walk
the entire property right now.

Balcony door's open. You saw the blood.

Check the yard below. No photos, no notes.

Mental snapshots of everything.
It's the little things.

Little things are gonna
matter here, Billy. Copy?

-Copy.
-Go.

-X.
-Go.

[scoffs] Yeah.

[♪ dramatic music continues]

[Mike] [over comms] Garcia for Collins.

-Go ahead.
-[Mike] I got something, sir.

On my way.

[♪ light, tense music playing]

[Jane] Billy.

What the hell is going on?

Hold on.

Billy.

[sighs]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

-[Rainey] Hey.
-Hey.

What's going on? This a real lockdown?

Beats me. Nobody tells me shit.

[Rainey] Alright, let's go.

Jane might know something.

[door slams shut]

-[Xavier] What do you got?
-Check it out.

You chat with the president
until just after 10 p.m.

Bedroom door closes at 10:04.

You secure the downstairs
and are relieved by Billy at 10:32.

A night of top-notch
Billy Pace security ensues.

Yeah, the problem is my food,
not that he eats like a filthy animal.

-Mike.
-Yeah.

-Come on.
-[sighs]

[Mike] Anyway,
Billy does his rounds, but mainly...

[sighs] Jesus.

[Mike] Dude even took
an hour-and-a-half power nap.

Look at him.

-Dead to the world.
-This is what you wanted to show me?

Hang on.

Check out the large
glass picture frame behind him.

-See the reflection from the TV?
-Yeah.

[Mike] You can see movement
from the screen, but watch.

Now, it freezes,
like someone paused the TV.

But he didn't pause the TV.

So, I checked the other cameras,
and that's when I realized

that from 10:42 until 12:13,

all security cameras were offline,
frozen on the last image.

No one noticed because--

No one else was in the house except Billy

and he was dead to the world
on that couch.

[Mike] Exactly.

At 12:13, cameras come back online.

-See that?
-Mm-hmm.

[Mike] A minute later, Billy wakes up.

An hour later, I show up
for my shift with fresh coffee.

-But for all we know--
-Anyone could have entered

or exited during that window.

[Mike] Yeah, and no one in control
would have noticed,

especially if they were a little young
and a little inexperienced.

Who was in there last night at that time?

Jane.

Hey.

I'm serious. What the fuck is going on?

-Leave it be for a second, please.
-But--

Jane, you need to be
really calm right now.

Everything's gonna be looked at
from here on out.

I need you to trust me.

Okay?

Okay.

[Xavier] Jane.

We're officially under lockdown,
call it in.

Wildcat is down. It's a Code Red.

Call it in, Jane.

Our people only, now.

Yes, sir.

I'm calling in a Code Red.

[continues speaking indistinctly]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

-What's happening?
-[agent] No one's allowed.

What's going on? Who is it, is it Kane?

[♪ dramatic, tense music playing]

Please stop stopping me

-from getting into the house.
-I'm sorry.

I get to know
what's going on with my husband.

Is it Cal?

[muffled doors opening]

[muffled] Sam.

Is it Cal?

[muffled] Where's my husband?!

[normal] Is it Cal?!
Let me in, goddammit, Sam!

Site secure, ma'am.
Was going to start interviews.

Yes, please let me know
whatever you find out.

[Kane Bradford] Where is he? Cal?!

-Where's my son?
-[Sinatra] Kane.

Why don't we go in the other room?
Let's go in the other room.

-But I want to see Cal.
-Come with me.

[♪ dramatic, tense music continues]

[agent] [muffled]
Agent Rainey, Agent Garcia, follow me.

[normal] Agent Collins.

[Xavier] Yes, sir.

[agent] As we said before, Agent Collins,

this line of questioning
is merely a formality,

given you were the last one
to see him alive.

And again, for the record,

you noticed nothing unusual
when he turned in last night?

No, just another night.

Did you speak to him?

I was wondering where you were,
Agent Robinson.

Oh, I'm right here, Agent Collins.

What did you speak
to him about last night?

[Cal exhales sharply]

And so concludes another day in paradise.

Hey.

[singing] ♪ It's another day ♪

♪ For you and me in paradise ♪

Oh, I'm feeling that. Hang on.

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

♪ It's another day ♪

♪ For you and me ♪

-Listening party?
-Will that be all?

[sputtering] Your loss.

Boo.

[humming]

♪ You think about it ♪

[humming]

♪ Oh! Think twice ♪

[safe buttons beeping]

♪ It's just another day
for you and me in par... ♪

Ooh, a little light bedtime reading.

Got the news of the world right here.

Step right up, step right up,
come and get it.

-Got the news of the world.
-[tablet thuds]

[Cal exhales]

Have a drink with me, Xavier, Christ.

We don't talk anymore.

-No, thank you.
-"Sir."

[chuckles]

I, I can't remember exactly when it was
when you stopped calling me "sir."

Do you?

Oh, for Christ's sake, speak your mind.

You don't want me to speak my mind.

Sir.

[scoffs]

♪ Oh! Think twice ♪

[Cal sighs]

Well, then...

I don't know what else there is to say.

[slurping]

[humming]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

Hey, look.

[chuckles] You're not wrong, Xavier.

What's in here will definitely kill me.

That'll be all, Agent Collins.

[strikes match]

Xavier.

[♪ light, tense music playing]

Will you ever be able
to forgive me for what happened?

Bring him in.

[door closes]

[lock box beeps]

Agent Collins, welcome back.

Don't speak if you don't have to.
Have a seat.

[♪ tense music playing]

[General Curtleigh] Agent Collins,
you're about to be entrusted

with top-secret
national security information.

The president has cleared you
at the highest level.

Should you wish to proceed, you will be
one of the few hundred people in the world

privy to this information at this stage.

Agent Collins, do you wish to proceed?

[Sinatra] The president
tells me you have children.

Yes, ma'am, that's correct.

You're gonna want to hear this.

Okay.

[Curtleigh] The tablet within this box

contains all information and data
related to a highly classified project.

It's a fancy way of saying that's
the most important box in the world.

I assume you're aware
of what's going on in Colorado.

Will I ever be able to forgive you
for what happened?

Our kids' names
were a big deal to my wife.

Presley was pretty much
set in stone from go.

But for our second kid, our son...

[sighs]

...every night of that pregnancy,
she would try out a different name.

And then one day,
she was about eight months pregnant,

could hardly walk anymore.

We were in this bookstore together,
and she saw it.

James and the Giant Peach.

[♪ light, tense music playing]

And that was it.

She had found our boy's name.

She read the book to her belly every night

for the rest of her pregnancy.

She became obsessed with that damn book.

And then...

you know, after she--

Well, I guess
I became obsessed with it, too.

Yeah, I'm pretty much an expert

on James and the Giant Peach right now.

It was written by Roald Dahl.

And originally, it wasn't
gonna be about a peach.

It was gonna be about a cherry.

But Dahl changed it because he thought

that peaches were squishier.

Strange, isn't it?

Book could have been called
James and the Giant Cherry.

Sometimes I lie in bed
staring at the ceiling,

wondering if my wife would've
wanted to name our son James

if the book were about a giant cherry
and not a giant peach.

But I'll never know.

Obviously, I can't ask her.

[♪ haunting cover of
"Another Day in Paradise" playing]

-I know.
-Stop.

You want to know if I'll forgive you.

I'll forgive you when I can sleep again.

And I'll sleep again when you're dead.

♪ She calls out to the man on the street ♪

♪ Sir, can you help me? ♪

♪ It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep ♪

♪ Is there somewhere you can tell me? ♪

[car lock chimes]

♪ He walks on, doesn't look back ♪

♪ He pretends he can't hear her ♪

[device chiming]

♪ Starts to whistle
as he crosses the street ♪

♪ Seems embarrassed to be there ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ 'Cause it's another day
for you and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ 'Cause it's another day for you ♪

♪ You and me in paradise ♪

[panting]

[digital sign chiming]

[Curtleigh]
Now, we cannot divulge specifics,

but what we can tell you

is that we are preparing
for a massive catastrophe

that could cause an extinction-level event
for humanity

in the very near, very real future.

In preparation, we have begun construction
underneath a mountain in Colorado.

When completed, it may be our only chance:

the world's largest underground city.

♪ It's another day for
you and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ Think twice ♪

♪ It's just another day for you ♪

♪ You and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ 'Cause it's another day
for you and me in paradise ♪

-♪ Oh, think twice ♪
-[light buzzing]

♪ It's just another day for you ♪

♪ You and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ 'Cause it's another day
for you and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ It's just another day for you ♪

♪ You and me in paradise ♪

[♪ song fades out]

[♪ lively music playing]

[♪ singers vocalizing]

[♪ music fades out]

[♪ fanfare playing]