All language subtitles for Severance - 01x03 - In Perpetuity.TEPES.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Petey, are you okay?

Petey?

Yeah, I'm good. I just slipped.
You should invest in a bath mat, maybe.

Yeah, okay. Uh, the robe
is a gift from my brother-in-law.

I've never worn it or anything.
Sorry, it's weird.

Uh... ...I have pillows.
Do you need anything else?

Yeah, I want you to stop
shitting on this awesome robe.

Well, you can keep it.

I will.

Hey. Are you sure nobody can see
in any of these transoms?

Yeah.
Oh, and everything's locked upstairs.

Anybody live in that unit next door?

No, it's just Mrs. Selvig
in the other direction.

Uh, the neighborhood never really
filled up, so it's nice. Quiet.

Fortress of solitude.

I still think an occasional mixer
wouldn't hurt anything.

I checked, and it's
not expressly prohibited in the manual.

Yeah, I bet!

Dude, I pressed Cobel
for an all-floor mixer last quarter.

She said you'll get one when
you earn it, whatever that means.

- Cobel?
- I can't imagine Dylan's 4%

on Sunset Park's gonna help with...

Petey?

You okay?

I'm sorry. Yeah.

With this sickness,
I just... I get disoriented.

It's temporary.

What's Sunset Park?

I don't know.

It's like having two different lives
suddenly stitched together.

But the relativity's fucked.

So, my first day at Lumon's
as far back as my fifth birthday.

And with two pasts,
it blurs the present too.

But they said it will get better.

Who's "they"?

"They" is a group of people that know
severance is a blight on mankind.

And they're gonna do something about it.

The Whole Mind Collective?

The kids trolling for signatures
downtown? No, not the fucking WMC.

Oh.

Someone else.

All right. Well...

So, what do you want from me?

Don't you wanna know
what you're doing down there?

Okay, look. Uh... Uh, you know,
I... I'm not gonna unsever.

Well, I don't want you to unsever
because that's not a word.

- Reintegration.
- All right. Well, whatever.

I... You know, it hasn't been a,
uh... a blight for me.

It's... It's helped me.

Okay. What if the cost of that help

is that you're murdering people
eight hours a day

and you don't even know it?

Well, am I?

Look, I... I found a department.
One they don't tell us about.

One where you don't get to leave.

Well, don't none of us get to leave?

No,
I mean you really don't get to leave.

As in, they're down there right now.

Well, what? Like, chained up, or...

What?

Shh.

I'm not gonna talk about it in here.

I don't know if the monitors are bugged.
Or if Irving's gonna walk in.

Petey, we're not at Lumon.

Then where the fuck is June?

I'm sorry, Mark.

Who's June?

June is my daughter.

Greatest kid on Earth
and a hell of a guitar player.

How happy are you
that you asked me to stay here?

Oh, Mark.

Are you all right?

But what do you say, Natalie,
to the woman who became pregnant at work

less than a month
after her company went severed?

Well, first,
I'd suggest she reveal her identity

if she wants an honest conversation

- about her experience.
- How could she have that conversation

- when her workie was the one involved...
- Okay, first of all, workie?

That, as I understand,
is the preferred term among...

I think it's exactly the condescending
verbiage that I'd expect

from a group trying to save people
from their own choices.

Choices? Did her insie have a...

Insie?
Where are you getting these terms?

Fine. Call it someone

who's had their brain split in half...

That has nothing to do
with what we do at Lumon

nor any severance procedure.

I understand you don't wanna answer
my questions...

- I'm answering your questions.
- ...because it'll reveal that you are

What's immoral is...

Tell me it's not true.

Well, I want to, but I can't. See?

...continuing through the greater basin,

probably into the afternoon, just as
we predicted yesterday.

The good news is,

those clouds should dissipate
somewhere over the Ganz area...

...leaving a clear, sunny day,

for our friends in and around Kier.

That said,
the cold's not letting up anywhere.

And those roads are going to remain
icy throughout the week

and on into the weekend.

So wherever you're headed,
please do commute with care.

Petey.

Wake up, Petey. Petey?

Hey.

It's morning. You are in my basement.

Right.

So I'm going to work like you said.
Uh, you can stay here if you want.

Um, I just wanna let you know, uh...

...I'm not gonna reintegrate, you know?

Okay.

I lost my wife a couple years ago
in a car accident.

This is, uh...
It's helping me, you know?

- I'm sorry, Mark.
- No, no, no. No.

At work...

You'd come in sometimes with red eyes.

We had a joke
that you had an elevator allergy.

There was even a song for it.

But I always wondered.

You carry the hurt with you.

You feel it down there too.
You just don't know what it is.

Okay.

Why don't you, uh,
grab whatever you want up in the fridge?

I should be back around 6:00.

Oh, hi!

- Hey.
- Oh, Mark, I'm sorry for the racket!

I'm just deicing my stoop.

Oh, no worries.
Uh, thanks again for the cookies.

I'll bring by more!

Please.

- Mr. Scout, how are you doing?
- Hey, Judd.

I did a thing.
I deleted the scary numbers.

When?

- Yesterday. You were gone.
- I was?

Oh, yeah. Dylan took over training
in your stead to great success.

You look trim, Mark.
I wonder if you were food poisoned.

Welcome back, boss. New photos come in?

Oh, good. You can finally get rid
of those old ones.

You may as well skip it actually,

'cause I put in my resignation request.

- You did submit it?
- I did.

It's good. It means you won't get sent
to the break room anymore.

Hello, Refiners.

Hello, Mr. Milchick.

Mark, I spoke to your outie yesterday.

He sounded just shattered
not to be at work.

But now that you're here,

care to read your first morning
announcements as department head?

Oh! Uh, sure.

Should be easier without me
in the, uh, audience.

Mark used to find it funny

to interrupt Petey's announcements.

With gas having.

Okay, quiet down, all.
I'm Mark, your new announcements person.

Uh, just a couple things here.

Why are you standing weird?
Stand normal.

I'm... I'm standing great.

Are you uncomfortable?
We could all look away?

Okay, there's been some garbage
in the recycling.

Please, everybody, don't do that. Um...

Oh, as a reminder, Post-it
Notes are not to be put on faces.

They clog your outie's pores.

That one's about me. I do this
beloved character, Sticky Head.

Also, please refrain

from boasting
about previously earned waffle parties?

Feeling attacked.

Uh, and lastly...

Oh, um, uh...

Well, I've never seen a resignation

request get such a quick turnaround.

Do I have to finish out the day
or can I skip out now?

Lastly, Helly's resignation request, uh,

was denied.

Hmm.

Yeah, no, that can't be right.

My outie wouldn't do that.

You know, Petey used to say...

Oh, this is so fun.

Shall I, you know,
tiptoe up and sneak to the door?

- He's at work, baby. It doesn't matter.
- How do you know?

- Because his car's not here.
- Maybe he played hooky.

Can you go do it? 'Cause I gotta pee.

Yes.

Against the door, or to the side?

I think either's really good.

- Do you think he'll be surprised?
- I do.

My babe,
I'm gonna put it off to the side.

Awesome.

- Perfect.
- Good.

- I mean, it's perfect.
- Yes.

He's gonna be so excited.

- Yeah.
- I hope he comes home early.

He's not going to.

Hey. What's that? Sudoku?

It's nothing.

What were you drawing?

You getting back to work,
in cubist form.

Kay, two things.
How do you know what cubist form is...

...and what the fuck are you wearing?

Oh, fuck.

No.

Oh.

Yes?

What did
he tell her after the announcement?

No, it's not so bad.

Oh, just mildly aggressive.

Did you give her directed praise?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I'm coming.

Hey, Helly?

Go away.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

I mean, it's been, like, 45 minutes.

- Uh...
- I'm using the bathroom.

Okay. It's just... It's b...
It-It-It has been a while.

- I'm fine, Mark.
- I-I-I think I need to come in.

- That's... Okay?
- No!

I am going to come in,
so get... get ready.

Do the things you need to do
'cause I'm comin' in.

No!

- Okay, here I come. I'm sorry.
- Mark, no! I'm not decent!

- Do... Jesus.
- I'm sorry. I'm...

Writing the note directly on your skin.

Uh, well, unfortunately, the detectors
can pick up lettering anywhere.

Does this look like lettering to you?

Well, if you put your arms together.

Huh. Not bad.

I thought you were starting to,
like, be okay here.

What, 'cause I did the numbers thing?

Well, you got a win. You know,
a lot of people find joy in that.

It literally causes fear.

That's just one subset of numbers.
The others are more comforting...

Mark, I don't wanna work here with you.

So don't burst into the bathroom
with your pathetic boss voice on

and try to convince me that I do.

Okay, I'll give you five minutes
to scrub your arms.

Or what?

Do you want...
Do you want Graner to use the bad soap?

There's bad soap?

Thanks, boss.

Yeah, I fucking love working here.

- Mark.
- Irv.

I was listening at the door.
I heard it all.

- Okay.
- I am troubled by you having

high-stress exchanges like that
so fresh off your food poisoning.

It's fine.

The loathing with
which she spoke to you.

Well, acclimating takes time.

And guidance.

What's on your mind, Irving?

Dylan was going on all yesterday
about incentives,

pencil erasers and waffle parties,
as though that's why we're here.

That's not why we're here.

If it's a deeper meaning she craves,

she should see the perpetuity wing.

She can read about all that stuff
in the handbook.

You know it's different to be there.
To see it.

It just seems premature.
I mean, that place is a lot.

Correct. That place is everything.

How'd the check go?

There was a package left at his door
from someone. Open it, would you?

- Oh, God.
- Is this the brother-in-law?

Ricken. His fifth book.

"Chapter 12: On Learning to Be
Emotionally Nude in Front of My Wife."

Check it for messages, just to be safe.

Mark.

- Can I help you?
- Does she have a moment?

Did you fill out an official request
for supervisory interaction?

Uh, no, I...

It's fine. Come in.

Sorry. I can fill out the form.

What is it?

- Um...
- Get the door.

Uh, Irving thought we should take Helly
to the perpetuity wing today.

Well, it's a good thing
I made Irving department chief.

Sorry. I think I should take Helly
and the team to the perpetuity wing.

And have you filled out
a common-space reservation slip?

- No, I...
- Mark.

I'm sorry.
Uh, I... I've just been... I don't know.

Uh, it's been weird since Petey left.

I mean, you know,
he... he was... He set the tone.

If Petey were
the tone-setter you're lionizing him as,

he'd still be here.

Wh... What does that mean?

Are you gonna make
me throw my mug at you?

I... Why would you...

- Get MDR to its numbers.
- Okay.

Mark?

What I just did

was something I knew
that you could handle and grow from.

It was very painful for me.

I hope that you'll let it help you.

Um, open or closed?

Both.

I'll just...

My delts are embarrassingly good today.

My outie does muscle shows for sure.

If your outie did muscle shows,
you wouldn't have to work here.

I'm sorry, do you know
how much muscle shows pay?

No, none of us can know that.

I imagine it's a tiered system.

Perhaps there are monetary
prizes for gold, silver and bronze.

No, uh, my guess is that
they do it piecemeal per muscle. So...

- No, I don't think so.
- Best delt, 30 bucks.

Best ab, 20 bucks.
Biceps are a little flashier, 75 bucks.

I would think lats carry a high value.

They're considered very attractive
in muscle-building circles.

And in society at large.

Lats are bullshit, dude...

The center of a good physique.

You are alone on this one, Irv...

- You've never noticed my lats?
- ...I assure you. Never once.

You don't understand why my
posture's ramrod straight.

You see how...

Thirsty?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, uh, just in case
you find this relevant for some reason,

the code detectors can read messages
hidden inside the body as well.

Also, when that happens,

it's Milchick's
job to extract the message from you.

And when he asks
how long ago you ingested it,

I really can't recommend honesty enough.

It's easier for you both
if he knows which end to start from.

Another good try though.

Mm-hmm.

Go shut down your workstation.
We're taking a trip.

The power is in your calves.

...and it's always been that way.

I can tell you that right now,
young boy.

All eight CEOs have been
of the Eagan lineage.

A line dating back to the founder.

I have a mnemonic poem
to help you remember their names.

I authored it myself, and of course,
it falls outside corporate canon,

and it's poetically imperfect,
to be sure.

There's a slant rhyme in the second
verse, of "Ambrose" to "ban those,"

which was necessary to further
the narrative, but regrettable.

Ambrose is sometimes unfairly maligned

as a black sheep in
the annals of the family.

What's this?

And it certainly wasn't
my intent to slight him further,

- but I think you'll find...
- "Eagan bingo"?

Hey. Eagan bingo.

- Oh. W-We shouldn't, right? This...
- ...for when we arrive...

Hey, what the hell is Eagan bingo?

It's how you don't die of boredom
in the perpetuity wing.

And come on,
it'll be an excellent opportunity

for everyone except Irv to bond.

Optics and Design.

Macrodata Refinement.

Burt.

Hi.

I trust that your session was good.

Great, very restorative.

Wa... You two know each other?

We were just admiring some
Lumon artwork together, very briefly.

Remember, we'll have
those new handbook totes soon.

So exciting.

Thanks for the tip. You got business,
or you out for a stroll?

- Dylan.
- What? I think you guys are cool,

and I'm just wondering
what you're up to.

It's rare seeing you out of your hole.

Egg drop challenge
in the team-building space.

Tight department like us
gotta keep our synergy up.

Egg drop challenge.
You buy this fucking shit?

- And what are you guys doing?
- Felicia.

Perpetuity wing visit.
Uh, this is Helly, our new refiner.

- This is...
- Welcome, Helly.

Well, we should get back.
Can't leave the nest empty.

Good to see you, O&D.

Those eggs look like shit.

Irving, come on.

Seth?

Natalie.

Harmony, hello.

- I wasn't expecting...
- Is this about Helena?

No, this is about Peter Kilmer.

And I should tell you
that the Board is joining us.

Hmm.

The Board would like you to speak first.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Salutations.

So the search for Kilmer continues.

I will say this.

Not to be alarmist,
but prior to his departure,

there were some troubling signs
of possible... reintegration.

Okay.

So,
the Board is conveying pretty strongly

that the severance procedure is
provenly irreversible.

Yes...

And that this knowledge

should be a given
for a person managing a severed floor.

Yes, of course.

While, of course, getting MDR
to their projected numbers

by the quarterly
deadline in three weeks.

Yes, of course.

We are quickly rekindling our yield

down here with our nimble new refiner.

And for what it's worth, I'd like...

The Board has concluded the call.

Yes, okay. Thank you.

- And may I ask...
- Goodbye, Harmony.

There's seriously
a two-person department?

Like, they only ever see each other?

For the most part.
It's lonely, I suspect.

And unnatural. Perverse.

O&D is nice.

No, they're not.
Nor do they share our values.

Kier sorted the departments by virtue.

Macrodats are clever and true,
while O&D's more cruelty-centered.

How many departments are there?

- Probably 30.
- Around five.

No one's quite sure.

O&D tried a violent coup on the others
decades ago,

and that's why
they reduced them down to two.

And that's why they keep us all
so far apart now.

That's an absolute fiction.

Did they ever kill anyone?

Nope. There was no coup.
No one killed anyone.

Then why don't we ever hang out?

I mean, I'm 99% sure there was no coup.

If they come back and attack us,
I think we should kill Mark.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

So they think we're crazy
with nothing to lose.

Smart. That's smart.

Like, I'm imagining them rounding
a corner, and we're all blood-soaked,

and I'm wearing your face,
and they're like, "Whose face is that?"

And I'm like,
"The last person who fucked with us."

And that's just feeling like
a really powerful image to me.

Just... Seems like
they'd recognize my face.

Maybe if you wore it inside out?

We're here.

"Come now, children of my industry,

and know the children of my blood."

Whoa.

That's Jame Eagan.
Current CEO. Remarkable man.

Handsome too. See those brows?

All the center displays are for
a past Eagan CEO.

But the whole back part is Kier.
But the whole back part is Kier.

I know that death is near upon me,

because people have begun to ask

what I see as my life's
great achievement.

They wish to know
how they should remember me as I rot.

In my life, I have identified
four components, which I call tempers,

from which are derived every human soul.

Woe. Frolic. Dread. Malice.

Each man's character is defined
by the precise ratio

that resides in him.

I walked into the cave
of my own mind, and there I tamed them.

Should you tame the
tempers as I did mine,

then the world shall become
but your appendage.

It is this great and consecrated power

that I hope to pass on
to all of you, my children.

I think that to be an Eagan,

either a true Eagan
or anyone working in this Lumon family,

what you are is the keeper of an ethos,

a compact of values
that we have long held as precious,

and which I do believe
will one day save this world.

And that ethos goes all the way back

- through my blood...
- Oh, look, you got one.

...to where we all started, with Kier.

- It's okay if you cry.
- When I was a girl,

my father would make me whisper...

She was five CEOs ago.

They'd never had a woman before.

And she told her father at age seven,
she was going to be the first.

Vision. Verve.

- Isn't that lovely?
- Wit.

- It's beautiful.
- Cheer.

It almost makes me wish
I remembered my own childhood.

Nimbleness. Probity. Wiles.

It's an unnatural state
for a person to have no history.

History makes us someone.
Gives us a context. A shape.

But waking up on that table,
I was shapeless.

But then I learned
that I work for a company

that has been actively caring
for mankind since 1866.

Look. Look.

Each of these is a real smile
from someone on the outside.

Someone Lumon Industries has helped.

And they rotate these through.

The true number of smiles may well be
in the millions.

So what are we, like, a dental company?

No.

My point is you're
part of a history now.

- A noble one.
- And that's so much more mea...

They update the mouth wall?

It's not called the "mouth wall."

Damn, they took down the chick I like.

Are you guys ready to go?

We just got here.

She hasn't even seen the Kier part yet.

Gerhardt.

- Jesus.
- No. Kier.

It's his house?

A perfect replica.

Pretty cool, huh?

Yeah, pretty cool.

The bedroom of Kier,
just as he might have left it.

Well, this is thorough.

I hate this place.
It smells like 19th century ass.

Stop treating this
like some kind of beer party.

That's not fair.
Up till now, I've been reverent as shit.

- Mark.
- Yeah?

Were you about to... bed sit?

No. Hmm? Nuh-uh.

What's that in your,
uh, pocket, Mark? Hmm?

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

Oh, God, Mark. Still, hmm?

It's... for fun.

It's the perpetuity wing.

It's the Eagans.

It's the living soul of Lumon
and everything she stands for,

not a bingo match.

Look, Kier said,
"Keep a merry humor ever in your heart."

Oh.
Did you give one to the trainee? Hmm?

- Of course, you did.
- I...

She's starved for meaning here.

So, of course, you'd pervert
our founder's message

with jokes and impiety.

That's definitely what she needs
from her department chief.

Hey,
I didn't want to be department chief.

I didn't ask for Petey to disappear
and for...

Helly?

Uh-oh.

Helly?

Shit.

Helly!

This is... Jesus.

Helly!

Helly!

Helly!

No!

Goddamn it, Helly.

This way, please, Helly R.

On you go.

I'm truly sorry to see you here, Helly.

I hoped you'd just settle in.

I know Mark's been trying so hard
to get you to feel happy.

Look, you seem like a smart person.

But don't you see how fucked up this is?

- You can't keep...
- Not right now, Helly.

Sit. Please.

Hands on the table, please.

I'm bringing up the compunction
statement for Helly R.

Wha... Wha...

What is this?

Read it.

I don't want to.

No. Do.

"Forgive me for the harm
I have caused this world.

None may atone for my actions but me,

and only in me shall
their stain live on.

I am thankful to have been caught,

my fall cut short
by those with wizened hands.

All I can be is sorry,
and that is all I am."

I'm afraid you don't mean it.

Excuse me?

Again, please.

"Forgive me for the harm
I have caused this world.

None may atone for my actions but me,

and only in me shall
their stain live on.

I am thankful to have been caught,

my fall cut short
by those with wizened hands.

All I can be is sorry,
and that is all I am."

Again.

Really?

Fun day.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Do you want me to get these?

Yeah, go ahead.

I haven't any tokens.
I can't eat with no tokens.

Hey!

I need tokens so I can eat!

Oh, my God.

Petey?

Petey?

All right now. Take it slow.

Did you happen to see
which direction he came from?

- I'm just gonna grab the stretcher.
- I'll be right back.

Can you get an ID on this guy?

I guess he's from nearby.

He came in with a robe on. That was it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. He's down. He's down.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Sir. Sir, sir, sir. Can you hear me?

You got that? Just stand back.

Yeah, dispatch, I got a 10-53

at a convenience store on 42nd.

Call that in, please.

- Is he breathing?
- No, he's not breathing, man.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me the bpm.

- You okay? You okay?
- Get him on the board.