All language subtitles for Jeremiah S01E17 Out of the Ashes-eng

All right, man, how much longer are we
supposed To wait? I'm getting hungry.

Pecking orders.

Our time is not
as valuable as Marcus'.

Didn't you get
the memo?

I'll give him
5 more minutes, man.

5 minutes
and we're blowing this place.

"And then the Earth
shall tremble."

You laugh, but a price will be paid
for your disrespect.

Sorry, guys.
I hope I didn't keep you waiting.

No, not a problem.

Where's Marcus?

Thought you knew.

He's making preparations.

Oh, I'm afraid to ask.

Something I wanted
to ask:

What's up
with this urgent mission?

We'd like you to go to Denver.

(Jeremiah)
What's in Denver?

Some books.

And--and you don't have
enough books here?

(Lee)
Some very important books.

Mostly technical conundrums:

Power generation,
water purification,

all things we expect
to be extremely valuable

in the next phase
of our master plan,

when we make our first organized
forays into the world topside.

And where are we
supposed to find these books?

Exactly where you'd expect
to find them.

You expect us to go
crawling through dumpsters?

I want you to go
to a certain library,

one of the few where
the collections have survived.

11th and Colfax.

You know Denver?

I know Denver.

[bird cawing]

[Jeremiah whistles]

(Jeremiah) This is gonna be
harder than I thought.

(Kurdy)
I don't know, man.

A lot of these books look like they're
still where they're supposed to be.

Well, I hope they're not organized
with that Dolby decimal thing,

'cause I never did
get the hang of that.

923--

Oh, look at that:
The count of Monte cristo.

Somehow, I don't think
that's on Lee's list.

Yeah, well, good,
'cause it's not for Lee.

[gun cocking]

You want to check out books, w-we got
a procedure for it. You don't just take 'em.

And who the hell are you?

Who do you think I am?

I'm the librarian.

(Jeremiah)
Dear dad,

it's been 15 years

since the Big Death wiped out
everyone over the age of innocence.

The end of your world,

the beginning of mine.

Right, it's just,
uh, you know,

most librarians we know
don't pack a shotgun.

Yeah, well, somebody's gotta defend
what's left of this place.

Defend it? From who?

Then you're not
one of them?

That depends
on who they are.

Uh, a c-- a couple months ago,

this, uh, armed group
descended on us,

order of the final grace.

It's a highfalutin' name

for a bunch of
ignorant parasites.

So, what, this group,

they want to do you in
or something?

Not me, no.
It's--it's the books.

I lost count
of how many they've taken.

It's hard to believe that anybody who
values books would resort to violence.

Value them? They're doing everything
they can to destroy them.

I don't get it.

See, they're fundamentalist.
They're, uh, zealots.

They're convinced it was-- It was books
that brought on the Big Death.

That's crazy.

See, now, if it's the books
that they're after,

why not just
torch the whole building?

See, I was worried about that
for a while,

but they get more mileage out of
regular book burnings on the street.

It's--it's a ritual thing,
I guess.

That's--that's how they drum up
new recruits for their sect.

And it's just you
holding down the fort?

Nobody else wants
to put their life on the line.

I tried to get help,
believe me.

And this order of... whatever you
called it, they're coming back?

They come back
every couple of days,

soon as they run out of fuel
for their bonfires.

Well, next time they do, you won't be
fighting them by yourself.

Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Yeah, I got a thing
about libraries, man.

They are more sacred
than churches to me,

and if somebody wants
to pillage this temple,

they gotta come
through me.

Don't forget
why we came here.

Yeah, I remember
why we came here.

Listen, uh...

Edgar.

Edgar, we have a few books

we want to check out
ourselves.

Look, if--if--if
we've got 'em,

you're more than welcome
to borrow 'em.

Hell, if--if you help me
defend this place,

you could even wind up
assistant librarians.

See?

[scoffs]

Hey, you find
something?

Yeah, it's, uh,

nothing Thunder Mountain
would be interested in, but I like it.

Poetry?

(Laura) Gonna read me
some poetry, Jer?

(Laura) Gonna read me
some poetry, Jer?

(Jeremiah)
My mom,

she was a teacher.

She'd read to me
all the time.

She loved poetry.

(Laura) Never had much use for books
when I was a kid.

even less now.

[books thudding]

I used to ask:

"Is this gonna be on the test?"

"Are we ever gonna use
any of this when we get older?"

European history,

physics,

astronomy,

all these books...

And not one of 'em
tell you what to do

when you run out of water...

[cup tumbling]

How to make bullets,

how to bury
your mother and your father.

Useless goddamn shit!

[Laura sobbing]

Gonna read me a poem, Jer?

Hey, Kurdy,
I was thinking, we, uh,

probably ought to get the Rover
off the street.

It's not a good idea.
Just asking for trouble.

Well, if you're suggesting
taking it out to the woods,

somebody's got a long,
lonely haul back.

That's all right.
I don't mind.

Besides, I want to look somebody up,
as long as we're in town.

This isn't one of those
payback things, is it?

No, no, no. It's just
an old friend of mine.

I'll be back
first thing in the morning.

What've you got there,
Robinson Crusoe?

Man, I carried this book around
for a long time,

till somebody
stole my pack.

So you're cool
if I split?

Yeah, I'm cool.

I'm sure I'm not gonna have
a problem passing the time.

Heard you were
leaving today.

Yeah, I figure
I'll head out pretty soon, myself.

There's nothing left
to salvage, and, uh,

it's getting pretty crazy
around here, you know what I mean?

I hear there's still
some stuff up north.

Jamey said there's one of those
underground shopping malls

nobody's
found out about yet.

They've still got clothes,
batteries, all kinds of stuff.

You could come if you want.

Thanks, but, um, I think
I'm heading west.

Oh, OK. Sure.

Another letter?

Yeah.

Hey, Jeremiah, you--

You ever wonder
where the wind goes?

Every day.

Take care, Red.

You, too.

Man, I remember the first couple of
times reading Robinson Crusoe,

It taught me a lot
about survival.

He was a--a pretty
good survivor, was he?

Oh, you haven't read it?

Oh, man, this is one of
the great books of all.

This guy gets stuck
on an island,

and he ends up
creating his own world there.

And what happens?

Well, I'm not gonna spoil it
for you.

You just have to read it
your damn self.

(Kurdy) I mean, that is the great
thing about literature, right?

Picks you up
and transports you,

kind of like
a magic carpet.

Yeah.

I'll bet you could spend
100 lifetimes in this 1 library

and not get through
all these books.

No, probably not.

Well, you must have read
a lot of 'em,

seeing as how
you live here and all.

I say something wrong?

You do live here,
don't you?

Yeah, I live here.

It's just that, uh...

Just forget it.

No, what?

What'd you want
to tell me?

You can't read that,
can you?

[people chattering]

Hey, Red.

[laughs]

Holy shit.

If that don't beat all.

Jeremiah.

How you doing, man?

Staying above water.

Yeah? You're good?

A lot of folks around here
were betting you'd never come back.

Who, me?

One story had you running grow ops
from Mendocino to the Oregon border.

Oh, the optimists had me as a drug
kingpin. How about the naysayers?

They said you took a low, hard one
fighting an army of skinheads.

Actually, they got
the worst of that deal.

You ever find
what you were looking for?

Well, I don't know if that's in
the cards for any of us, my friend.

I f-- I feel like I have.

Oh, yeah?

Her name's Maggie.

[laughs]

She's really incredible.

For one thing,
she makes these angels here.

She takes old plastic spoons
and forks

and melts them
with candles.

Wow.

People who trade for 'em
say they bring good luck.

She's a very talented
young lady.

She's good people.

You don't find 'em
like Maggie every day.

No. No, you don't.

Hey, uh, I don't know
if you got a place to stay or anything,

but I'd love it
if you could meet her.

I've told her all about you.

Well... Sure. Why not?

[red chuckles]

Honey, you here?

I got someone
I want you to meet.

(Maggie)
Hang on.

Maggie, this is the guy
I've been telling you about, Jeremiah.

Hey, uh, Maggie,
how you doing?

Well, Red here swears
you can walk on water.

(Jeremiah)
It's the inflatable shoes.

Enough practice,
anybody can do it.

You're staying for dinner,
aren't you?

Yeah, of course he is.

Of course I am.

Good. Come on in.

(Jeremiah) I eat food out of a can
around a campfire.

(Maggie)
Mmm-hmm.

Kurdy's a nice guy,
but he can't cook.

Where did you two meet?

Um, pickup basketball game.

And they were looking for a power
forward, so naturally, they came to me.

(Red)
Truth is,

I was pretty close
to hitting bottom.

I'd just come back
from up north.

Do you remember
that underground shopping mall?

Supposed to be
some kind of paradise?

Mmm. Picked clean?

How'd you know?

Wild guess.

Anyway, I was
sleeping on the street,

and I woke up one morning
with this angel on top of me.

Don't give him
the wrong idea.

[laughs]

Oh, I mean one of Maggie's
plastic angels.

(Red) I looked around, couldn't
figure out who left it,

then Maggie rolls up
in her chair.

When I was a kid, I was always
bringing puppies home,

and I guess
I never got cured of it.

Well, you're lucky.
At least Red's housebroken.

Yeah, working on it,
anyway.

So where are you coming from?

About 100 miles south.

(Maggie) Well, you must have been
on the road a while.

Yeah, a little while,
but we're lucky we got wheels.

I mean, uh...

You got a vehicle, huh?

Yeah, we have a vehicle.

Ask him, Maggie.

I don't think so, Red.

You may not get
another chance.

Ask me what?

Red and I
have always said

that if we found someone
with a car...

(Red) Look, I know
this is gonna sound crazy,

but Maggie's got this box
of ashes from her father.

Actually, they are my father.

(Red) Yeah.

Anyway, Maggie promised her dad
she'd take his ashes

and scatter them near a branch of
the Colorado where they grew up.

You must have made
that promise a long time ago.

Well, I haven't exactly
been that mobile since the accident,

so months turned into years.

(Red)
Will you do it, Jeremiah?

It would mean so much to her,
to both of us.

[dogs barking in distance]

Sure. Yeah.

I know
what you're thinking.

You do?

(Edgar) I may not be able
to read books,

but I know
how to read people.

It does make me wonder...

How someone like me got so
hung up on saving a library?

Yeah,
something like that.

I remember
when I was really young,

I used to watch
these older kids reading books,

and I'd stare
at these words,

and I-- and I thought:

"Wow, that's like magic."

My mom was gonna teach me,

but she figured
I'd be going to school soon enough.

And then the Big Death came,

and then just staying alive
was like a full-time job.

And there weren't any older kids who
would take the time to teach you?

I was lucky just to make it
from one day to the next.

Didn't leave much time
for learning.

I'd get called
all kinds of names.

I was the butt of jokes.

Bunch of assholes
always on my case.

Yeah, well, kids can be pretty
mean when they want to be.

One thing I did figure out
was how to fake it,

anything to keep people
from finding out.

Yeah, well, the world we're in,
that's called survival.

I know that's true.

I know it in my head.

That's not the same thing
as knowing it in here.

How'd you end up
in a library, anyway?

One day,
I just stumbled in.

It was rainin', and it was, uh,
shelter from the storm.

There was
this sweet young girl,

and I asked her
what she was readin',

and she read this poem out loud,
and I asked her to repeat it.

Once, then twice, and then over
and over until I had it memorized.

And then the next time
I saw those pricks,

I opened up that book.

It looked like
I was readin' the poem.

Shut them up good.

Then after that,
everything changed.

See, I was surrounded by all of these
books, and I don't know, it was...

Even though
I couldn't read 'em,

it was-- it was comforting,

like I was...

In my mother's arms
or something.

What was the poem?

You probably
never heard of it.

"What happens
to a dream deferred?"

"Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?"

"Or fester like a sore
And then run?"

Langston Hughes.

You know, these bastards who are
stealing my books and burning them,

they're not going to be easy
to stop.

Maybe not,
but we will stop them.

That's a promise.

It's weird being in a car
after so long.

The trees rushing by, and...

Must give you an incredible sense
of freedom, huh?

Why? 'cause I'm stuck
in a wheelchair?

No, I--I-- I didn't mean it
Like that. I'm saying--

No, it's OK, I--I know--
I know what you meant. I get it a lot.

I didn't mean anything
by that.

(Red)
Just--just let it go.

Just let it go.

(Edgar)
Have you always loved books?

Most of the times,
they were the only friends I had.

See, I was lucky, though.

There was a girl
in my building: Ricki.

She'd read to me.

I'd recognize certain words,
and before I knew it,

I started reading
simple things on my own.

See, you make it sound
like it's--it's so simple.

Well, it's not
a walk in the park,

but anybody can do it
if given half a chance.

Listen, just, uh,
just write down

what you're taking out,
and that--that'll be fine.

[door opens]

Behold,
the devil's playground.

Gather 'em up, boys.

Fuel for
the fires of hell.

[gun cocking]

[gasps]

[empty clicking]

Nothing about bullets
in those books of yours?

What the fuck
are you doing?

Isn't it obvious?
I'm ridding the world of a scourge.

And you think you're doing that
by burning books?

Our ancestors worshipped
at the altar of knowledge.

Look where it got 'em.

They were destroyed
by their intoxication

with words, with ideas.

They were destroyed
by a disease.

And that disease is knowledge.

So what do you worship?
Ignorance?

It's these books
that spread ignorance,

that spread
dissatisfaction and unease

from one generation
to the next.

We don't need false prophets
or conversations with dead men

to tell us
how to live our lives.

You don't like books,
fine. Don't read 'em.

Don't look at 'em
if you don't want to,

but don't try to force your beliefs
on the rest of us.

It's our duty
to strike down the heretics.

"Heretics"? Nice word.

Where'd you pick it up?
A book?

If you're so convinced
your ways have validity,

then why do you need clubs
to persuade people?

We are defending humankind
from powerful forces,

and we will use whatever measures
necessary to ensure our survival.

(Kurdy) You want to cart away
any more books,

you're gonna have to cart away
a bunch of us first.

Fine by me.

Hey, there are more of us
than there are of them.

I know their type.
They're cowards.

Come on, people.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[all grunting]

[groaning]

I'm gonna go find
some more firewood.

(Jeremiah)
Good luck.

You still mad
at something?

Don't take it personally,
Jeremiah.

It's kind of hard
not to.

It's not you.

It's the whole world
out there.

So you're mad
at the whole world.

Aren't you?

Yeah, sometimes.

Got to try to learn
to let that go.

I never got
the hang of that.

Yeah.

Red tell you
what happened to me?

Mmm-mmm.

I got hit by a car,

before they became
an endangered species.

I was 10.

Phew.

And the kid was drunk,
driving a wreck with no brakes.

He shattered both my legs.

You know, a lot of people might not
even have survived that accident.

Glass half full?

Yes.

I don't see it that way
at all.

If it hadn't been for the death,
I would have been taken to a hospital,

my legs would have been
put in casts.

Over time, I'd be good as new.

So, your legs,
they didn't heal properly?

And I try not to be bitter,

and play the hand
I'm dealt, and...

Sometimes, I just hope
that there is no God,

'cause if there is,
he is one cruel son of a bitch.

You've got a lot
going for you, Maggie.

Is that so?

Yeah.
Y-you're very creative,

you're beautiful, smart.

You've got
a great guy in Red,

and he loves you.

I'm sorry, Jeremiah.

Counting your blessings when
you feel that you've been cursed

is a lot harder than you
could possibly understand.

That's why I don't pretend
to understand much of anything.

And Red's great...

The only one
who really loved me,

loved me unconditionally,
was my father,

and all I've got left of him
is in that fucking box.

Sounds to me like dumping
these ashes is, uh...

Means more than just
keeping a promise.

I've been waiting to do it
for so long.

And what happens
when it's over?

I know it won't change
the past.

Oh, hell, Maggie,
there is no past.

There's just shadows
we call memories.

There's no future, either.

The occasional glimmer
of hope.

All we really have
a shot at holding on to

is right here, right now.

[sighs]

You folks really believe
if you just run and hide,

these thugs are gonna lose interest
and let you keep all this?

It's not gonna happen,
people.

They're gonna come back
again and again,

eating away at all of these treasures
like locusts in the wheat field.

And they're not going to stop
until every grain is gone,

till every book is burned,
till every word is erased.

And when they're done,

they're going to move on
to the next town, to the next library.

I can see it now.
parents telling their kids:

"When I was your age,
we had these things called books."

Look at yourself.

Those guys
damn near killed you.

Just 'cause you're crazy enough to take
'em on doesn't mean we are.

It's not my sacrifice
that means a damn thing.

Look at Edgar here.

Please--

No, no, Edgar,
they need to know.

This man cannot read!

Now, think about that.

But he doesn't have to know
how to read

to know that these books,
that all books, feed us.

They nurture us.

Now, here's a man who's starving
for that kind of nourishment,

and what does he do?

He devotes himself
to feeding you.

(patron)
We didn't know, all right?

It's not like
we don't appreciate it.

I mean, we'd do anything
for Edgar.

(Kurdy) Anything but to keep his life
from becoming meaningless.

When the Big Death happened,

it was like a huge cleaver

came down
and chopped history in 2,

separated us from everything
that came before.

Now, how are we to know
where we're going

if we don't know
where we've been?

These books are our bridge
to our past.

They allow us to touch other lives,
generation upon generation:

Artists, philosophers, poets.

We let them die,
we're burning those bridges.

We let these words die, we are killing
our history as well as our future.

These assholes
are coming back,

And if we don't pull together,
we lose.

It's as simple as that.

We lose.

[birds cawing]

(Jeremiah) OK, that's about as far
as we can go in the truck.

Looks like we're gonna
have to go the last 2,

maybe 3 miles on foot.

What do you think?

You got it.

Well, I wish I could tell you
the chair would help,

but trails like this,
it's pretty much useless.

That's no problem, Maggie.
We'll just figure out a way

- to carry you, right, Jeremiah?
- Right, right.

Uh, sure.

You know what? I got some ropes
in the back, a big piece of canvas.

Maybe we could, uh, cut some limbs
and rig up some kind of sling.

You sorry you signed
on for this, Jeremiah?

Who, me? No. There's nothing
I like more than a challenge.

That's about the only thing
I promise I can deliver.

Right.

You had no right to do that, Kurdy.
Now everybody knows.

Edgar, it's important

that people understand
the sacrifices you're making here.

Such a freakin' fool.

Hey, that's bullshit.

Hey, can you just please
keep your voice down?

And then maybe
just leave me alone.

Let me tell you
something, Edgar.

This wall is about to come down
right now. Do you hear me?

I've tried.
It's no use. I've tried.

Look, I--I--I have
some sort of learning block.

I'll never be able to read, and that's--
that's just the way it is.

[sighs]
Look,

whatever your problem is,
Edgar, it's not as stubborn as me.

We made it.

There's the river.

(Jeremiah)
You got those ashes, Maggie?

No, I can't.

What do you mean,
you can't?

I mean, we came here so you could
spread the ashes in the river.

Yes, in the middle
of the river.

That's what I promised.

We'll take that.

(Jeremiah)
Whoa.

Uh...

And did I mention you had
a great sense of humor, Maggie?

OK, now, we're gonna start
nice and simple, all right?

You got time, and I got time,
so no pressure.

Now...

For the first time out,
I'm gonna do the reading,

and you look at each word
I point to.

Here we go.

"My cat"

"is small."

"Your dog is big."

"My cat can run."

"Your dog can dig."

It's not Langston Hughes,
but it's a start.

OK.

- "My"
- "My"

- "cat"
- "cat"

"is"

(both)
"small."

OK, let me get
this straight.

You want to spread those ashes
over the middle of that river?

Mmm-hmm.

It's what I promised
my father

the last time he took me out
in the gondola.

I didn't come all this way
to keep half a promise.

This ain't going anywhere, unless you
got something to break a chain.

Well, I'll be damned.

Guys, I hate to be the one
to mention this, but, you know,

if you stand on the side and fling those
ashes out, they'll float down the middle.

It'll pretty much
be the same.

I thought you said
you liked a challenge.

Challenge, yes.
Suicide, not today.

What the hell is it,
anyway?

It's an old mining rig.

They used it to take supplies
back and forth across the river.

That's how we used to get
to our cabin.

Well, if it was old then,
it's ancient now.

Looks pretty strong
to me.

Yeah, that's the basket.

It's the cable
I'm worried about.

Is this something
that you really want to do, Maggie?

Yes, I'm really sure
this is something I want to do.

[sighs]

OK, give me those ashes.
I'm taking a ride.

No way.

She wants me to do it.

Can I speak
for myself, please?

Look, my father took me out
in the basket a hundred times,

and this is my thing.

If anybody's gonna risk their life,
it's gonna be me.

(Red)
Maggie, you're crazy.

How long have you
known me, Red?

6 months.

And what are the chances
I'm gonna change my mind about this?

- Zero.
- Thank you.

OK, well, I'm going with you.

(Maggie)
I can do it by myself.

How long have
you known me, Red?

He's going with you, Maggie.

Thank you.

"W-where"

"is my"

"g-g-God?"

Oh, Edgar, listen. You--you gotta
concentrate. You have to focus.

Now, remember, this is d-o-g,

not g-o...

What?

You keep switching
these letters around.

All right. Now--now, o-once you realize
that your brain is doing that,

switching these
letters around,

then it's up to you
to focus and concentrate

and avoid doing that. OK?

Try.

"M-my"

"cat is"

"h-h-here."

"W-where is my dog?"

[laughs]

Where is my dog?

[both laughing]

Where is my dog?

All right.

[cable squeaking]

[Jeremiah panting]

Oh, God help us.

Just don't look down.

I know.

[cable groaning]

Ohh!

I thought you said you'd done this,
like, a hundred times.

Yes. I never said
that I liked it.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.
Let's just keep going.

(Red shouting)
Nice and easy.

You're looking good.

Stop.

Right here.

[crying] You would have
liked him, Jeremiah.

He was a lot like you.

You're home, daddy.

You're finally home.

(Red)
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

"I c-can s..."

- See.
- Se-- See.

"I can see..."

"I can see the dog."

[laughing]

Do you see?

Yeah, I--I--I started
to see that.

Yeah, yeah.
You're getting it, man.

I'm--I'm--I'm--I'm not switching it
around as much as I used to do.

There you go.

[door opens]

(Rourke)
Judgment day, boys.

Now, if it were really
judgment day,

you'd be the one
burning in hell.

Back for more, huh?

You really burn these books
to rally more troops?

Damn right.

Well, let me tell
you something about history,

something I learned
from books.

People like you
always make the same mistake.

And what mistake is that,
my learned friend?

You don't offer
anything positive.

Your whole message
is negative

"Books are the enemy.
Intellectuals are the enemy."

There's never been a movement that ran
on hate alone that didn't run out of steam.

Maybe you underestimate
how much steam we've got.

Maybe you don't know the difference
between steam and hot air.

Storytime's over.

What's the matter? You didn't get
enough of a beating last time?

[groans]

I'm not gonna let you
do this.

And I'm not gonna let you
stop me.

Back off, you piece of shit.

(Kurdy) Well, I guess you are
getting the word out.

That man knows your name.

You want to get beaten, too?
I got no problem with that.

This is Edgar's library.
This is our library.

Nobody harms him.

Hell, nobody harms a book
without paying the price.

Hey.

You people have picked
the wrong side to fight for.

Well, it seems people are making
that mistake left and right.

[gun fires]

[person gasps]

This ain't over.

Yes, it is.

Get the hell out of here, man,
and don't ever come back.

Let's go.

This shithole
ain't worth the trouble.

[people chattering]

Thank you.

(Jeremiah)
Dear dad,

most days I look around,
and I just can't win for losing.

I want to surrender,

Wave the white flag
and give up,

and then there are days
like today,

when I realize that all we can
hope for is the small victories.

In the end,

they may be the only ones
that count.

original source: peritta
synced and corrected: quinnell