All language subtitles for Avenue.5.S02E03.720p.WEB.h264-TRUFFLE_Track03

Iris, trajectory.
And make it good news.

Liquid fuel reserves

are insufficient
to correct our course--

Then we'll think
of something else, Iris.

Something scientific.

TV RYAN CLARK: How can
so much light...

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

...feel so dark?

The sun gave our ancestors life.

The fuck we gonna let it
bring us death.

-I agree.
-♪ (MUSIC STOP ABRUPTLY) ♪

-HERMAN JUDD: You see that?
-MADS: Yeah.

It's my TV show,
and I'm barely even in it. Look.

I agree.

I concur.

I think so too.

-Embrace the fear, always.
-I absolutely agree.

HERMAN: Why does he agree
with everything

-that's said to him.
-You hate agreeing.

Exactly! I-- You know what,
I don't understand this.

Why doesn't Iris go up to them

and tell them about all
the cool shit I do?

Not to be unkind,

but you don't actually do
that much cool shit.

What are you talking about?

The whole time I've known you,
you've done, like,

-maybe one piece of cool shit.
-Which? Uh, you mean, uh...

-The time you crushed
the soda can.
-...crushing the soda can?

Oh, man, that was so badass.

You need to get crushing.

-(DEVICE CHIMES)
-I agree.

♪ ("AVENUE 5"
THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Oh, my Go--
Fifty-seven more eels dead

-overnight.
-RYAN CLARK: Ugh.

MATT SPENCER: God,
all that unfulfilled potential.

You think about
what they could've been.

Food, Matt.
They could have been food.

MATT: Hey, there's a dot
on the horizon.

I mean, we just avoided one sun.

Are we going
for best out of three?

Matt, will you shut
your doom hole?

We're trying to suppress
those mem--

There's a dot.
Is that a good dot or a bad dot?

I bring news. We have a dot.

We know. Is it good?
Is it a good dot?

Most likely
a military space station.

-It's conga time, folks!
-Ooh-ho!

Oh, my gosh!
Intelligent crew members.

They could help us
fix the eel tank.

(CHUCKLES)
I mean, the guys, I work with,

it's like someone drew eyes
on a sock.

-No... No offence.
-And new friends! (CHUCKLES)

-Did I say that out loud?
-BILLIE MCEVOY: Yeah.

-Herman Judd on deck!
-Here to crush shit up.

Not now, Judd. We have got
an actual space station.

This is-- This is hope,
right here.

-Uh...
-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Bridge crew, set a course
for that space station.

Never mind the speed limit.

You heard the boss.
Let's make human contact.

-New people, people.
-I agree!

Oh, I actually do this time.

RYAN: Which one is it?
It's that one?

-Right there.
-(BUTTON BEEPS)

(IN AMERICAN ACCENT)
Stormfalcon.

This is Captain Ryan Clark
of Avenue 5.

Our eel tanks are fucked.
Can you help us? Over.

JOHANNA: (IN ENGLISH ACCENT)
This is Johanna
from the Stormfalcon.

What seems to be the problem?

Okay, tell her that the
nanofilters are on the fritz,

-that the tension stat's blown--
-Ask if they have
any shoe deodorizer.

Will you shut the fuck up?
Both of you.

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

(IN ENGLISH ACCENT)
Johanna, how lovely
to hear an English voice.

Uh, listen, I wonder
if we can do this face to face.

I could come over with some
improvised icebreakers,

maybe a tray
of home-baked protein.

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

(RADIO STATIC)

JOHANNA: Copy that.
Ready and waiting.

-What's her problem?
-Now, we need a delegation

with the requisite
social skills.

I could go.

I'm a virtuostic
conversationalist. Self-taught.

-Billie, Matt, Spike. Let's go.
-Yeah, keep the number small.

Smart. Okay. Away, team!

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(AIR HISSES)

SPIKE MARTIN: Stay frosty.

Space marines, tough as fuck
and twice as big.

Hello!
Welcome to the Stormfalcon.

-Lovely to see you.
-Hi.

Uh, on behalf of the people
of Avenue 5,

we brought flapjack.

Wow, thanks. We love anything
cooked in a rectangle.

A bit too much, some of us.

-(CHUCKLES)
-JOHANNA: Come on through.

So, you've gotta ask
for the chief engineer

-as soon as possible,
so that we can get straight--
-Billie! Billie! Yes, let's--

Let's do the human stuff first.

JOHANNA: Uh,
this is our main lounge area.

It gets a bit wild
when the jigsaws are out.

Well, this is, uh, surprising
for a, uh, military facility.

Oh no, actually,
we're a science unit.

Military? (CHUCKLES)
I wouldn't fancy my chances

of passing the physical.
(CHUCKLES)

MATT: God,
it's so civilized here.

Avenue 5 is a cultural void.

We have a problem
with toddler combat.

That is a bit
of an exaggeration.

-Toddler combat?
-MATT: Yeah,

kids so starved of stimuli
that they've started

kind of a cage fighting thing
in the soft play area.

It doesn't sound great
when you put it like that.

But there's a lot
of adult supervision.

Sometimes crowds of
up to 50, 60 people.

I'm gonna come clean.

We are just such huge fans
of the show about you.

-Huh?
-Oh, tha-- the-- yes, yes.

"How can so much light
feel so dark?"

-Is that one of the... the--
-Yes.

You-- you know,
um, one of my favorite lines

that he does is,
"Can you help fix the eel tank?"

Sorry, which one are you
in the... in the show?

Oh, Billie. Uh, Billie McEvoy.
Chief science officer.

RYAN: Really,
is that what you are?

-Yes.
-JOHANNA: Are you sure?

Because on the show, she has
a much more pleasant energy.

-(PEDESTAL SQUEAKS)
-JOHANNA: Yeah, that's her.

That's-- that's her,
and I think...

Yeah, there she is, too.

(CHUCKLES) No, she can't even
spell "science." Or "eels."

Oh, eels. I think
we can help you with that.

Uh, this is Lyle,
our resident physicist,

freethinker,
and all-around nonconformist.

I find traditional methods
of thought too rigid. Sue me!

Captain, would you care to stay
for supper?

-Bring some plus ones.
-Oh, we really can't

because the eels
are actually in cris--

Billie, human.

You know, that would be
absolutely delightful.

Well, I could whip up some

calcium phosphate noodles
in the emulsifier.

You should meet Frank.
Frank is our you.

Sad eyes. Phenomenal omelets.

Captain, let me show you
some long chain fatty acids

we were looking at
the other day.

And obviously you checked
the solenoid valve,

they clog up faster

-than a gas station toilet.
-Yes!

You really do know your stuff.
I mean, God! I miss competence.

Um, I'm a bit
of a maverick myself.

(CHUCKLES)
Check the old neck warmer.

(CHUCKLES) Friend,
that's not a ponytail.

This is a ponytail.

Wow. Spike Martin.

Fifth Canadian on Mars?
Never heard of him. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, yeah, that's me.

LUCAS SATO: Come on,
give me something else,

something better.

Look, I've been riding this
lithium thing for you, bareback.

-I should be on that list!
-Which list?

Time magazine's "50 Most Tragic
Middle Managers"?

Yes to the coffee, no to you.

IRIS KIMURA: Look, we've got
one last supply shuttle

-before they're out of range--
-Why are you still here?

I'm busy.

Right, these windows
aren't gonna lick themselves.

What's wrong?

I can smell fear,
and... is it burritos?

-What are you hiding?
-All right.

You want in
on a little Armageddon.

-(DOOR SLAMS)
-LUCAS: Fine.

Earth is running out of lithium.
Now you know.

So there'll be
no supply shuttle,

there'll be no nothing.

Wait, I saw documentaries
about lithium shortages,

but I thought
they were just documentaries.

Without lithium, you can say
goodbye to banks

and telecoms and computers,
and you can say hello

to wearing
untreated animal skins

and wiping your ass with leaves.

I am not saying hello to that.
Or shaking your hand.

Fuck it, maybe I'll get
on that last shuttle.

Who can blame you?
This must be exhausting for you.

-(GROANS)
-IRIS: See!

Maybe, you just need
to... (GRUNTS) ...rest.

Ass to the left.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)

All right, I'm platituded out.
And I drugged your coffee.

-Is it?
-Hmm.

-Yeah.
-(INHALES SHARPLY)

And... there he goes.

Leaving on shuttle, immediately.
Standard meal, non-insectoid.

RYAN: Meet some of our finest
and most available.

This is, uh, this is Frank.

-JOHANNA: Hello.
-Frank has a cookery show

on our ship, called--

what's it called, Frank?
Leave It Alone, is it?

-Let It Settle.
-RYAN: Let It Settle.

Live from the Frank Tank.

-(CHUCKLES)
-What-- what kind of cuisine?

Tell us about
the cuisine, Frank.

Uh, it's high flavor,
low voltage.

I use only
hotel cabin appliances,

and love.

Oh, that's what you do
with your love.

Okay, um, we just lost
another eel.

-Eel Patrick Harris is dead.
-Oh, no. He was great.

-I love your earrings.
-Great earrings.

Frank is the genius.
I'm barely here.

It's just Frank Kelly
and His Invisible Wife.

(CHUCKLES) So you can move on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Unbelievable.
The attitude on that bitch.

Attitude.

Okay, I'm panicking.

I know I said
I wanted to meet new people,

but I'm really not
very good at this.

Okay, deep breaths.

-Easy, tiger.
-This is Rav.

-JOHANNA: Good to meet you.
-Hello to you.

Oh, I like your hands. Um...
Left and right, classic.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Rav, for fuck's sake,
get your chap sorted.

Sorry. Sorry.

How would you rate Judd
on the TV show?

Judd. The owner of the ship.
Herman Judd. "I agree."

Oh, the agreement guy.

He doesn't really
add very much.

Hmm. Yeah. And you do? Hmm.
If anything, you subtract.

You know,
I get into a bit of a pickle

and then I feel
hyper self-conscious

-about everything that I say.
-Rav, the key to small talk

is pretending that you have
no sexuality and no aggression.

Okay? Ready? Oh, here we go.

-RAV MULCAIR: Hi.
-Hi, hi.

Can we say that anymore?

God knows what we can say
these days, right?

What do you want?

(PLATES CLAPPING)

Okay, people. If you could all
please take off your shoes

and take one of the pairs
of moccasins provided.

Would it be okay
if I keep mine on?

I've got a bit of a cavus foot.

So I need
these orthotic inserts.

Right, yeah,
he needs a rigid sole

to support his high arches.

-Right, Captain?
-Yes. That's... That's right.

Uh, but if you have a clog
or Japanese water sandals?

Soft-soled shoes
are the best practice.

(SHUSHES) Paula.
(CLEARS THROAT)

You will be fine
in your socks, Captain.

Everyone else!
If you wouldn't mind.

JUDD: Good call.

-♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh, and that "collision course
for the sun" episode,

it was so dramatic,
I clenched so hard,

-I shattered a rear molar.
-Did you? Really? Well...

You know, I actually didn't see
that episode

because I was too busy watching
our eels suffocate to death.

-Okay, okay.
-Yeah, dumpling,

we really should do something
about the eels.

-Dumpling?
-Honey,

do we need to talk
about this "Ryan" thing?

-(BILLIE MUTTERING)
-I know, I know.

Oh, sure.
And let's tell our new friends

that you kept me locked
in a cabin for six months.

Okay, now that you mention it,
yes, there's big tension

-between you and Ryan.
-Thank you.

-No, our eels are fucking dying!
-All right, all right. Johanna--

You know what I miss
most of all?

-My dogs.
-Dogs?

(CHUCKLING) I love dogs,
you have dogs?

-(CHUCKLES) I have beagles.
-No!

And I have photos.

(CHUCKLES) She has beagles,
let me see.

Ooh. (CHUCKLES)
You're not gonna see that one.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES) Oh, my God,
look at his little nose.

Oh, my God. I bet it tastes
like cake. (CHUCKLES)

-He looks like a right laugh.
-(CHUCKLES)

I want to own my own kennel,
like, one day.

Just have a buttload of dogs.

So many dogs
that the local kids go,

"Oh, look, there's that stinky
old dog lady! Get her!"

(LAUGHS) I'd love that.

How did I get dumped
at the Judas end

of The Last Supper, huh?

Uh, hey, Ryan. Hey, Ryan.
Hey, Ryan. Hey!

So, what are you guys
talking about down there?

RYAN: We're talking about dogs.

-Dog, doggos.
-(CHUCKLES)

You know, uh, when you see
dogs running in their dreams...

they're not, they're drumming.

I read that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

NATHAN BASIC: So, anyway,
you add just like a soupcon

of polyvinyl rubbing alcohol

just... just to give it
a nuttier finish.

We should do a show on the ship.

Trade recipes.
What do you think, dumpling?

Have we met before?

Uh, no, I don't think so.
Um, Nathan Basic.

I've... I've got
an aggressively generic face.

I promise I'll bring him back
in one piece.

Oh, sure, be his guest.
Like I was.

Oh, Frank's leaving. Hey, Frank,
mind if I get in on that action?

IRIS: So, I'm leaving
on the shuttle.

Yeah, I am confirming it.
This is me confirming it.

What's your name?
Do you want to be confirmed?

Because I will
fucking confirm you.

Thank you.
Have a nice life, Shelly.

Let's go.

-Actually, it's automatic.
-Just hit go.

Okay, it's a little more complex
than that.

Go.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Smooth jazz. Rough coffee.
Fieldstrip a macerator pump.

Perfect Sunday.
Let me top you up.

This guy, seriously.
He's so wise.

Buddy, is this true love?

Have you finally found
your hair-mate?

I've found my people.
Listen, brace yourself,

I'm leaving Avenue 5.

Sure. Um, can you
hand me the wine? Mm-hmm.

-Thanks.
-Dumpling, how's your reflux?

He tends to bloat
after evening meals.

I do n... Karen, my enzymes
are none of your business.

Sometimes, I just wanna
put him across my knee

and burp him like a baby.
(CHUCKLES)

Oh, Christ.

Um, listen...

you may have noticed
a certain crackle in the air

between me and the captain?

Oh, no, no,
I haven't noticed anything.

No, you have.
It's been overpowering

and it's ruined
the whole evening.

I literally haven't noticed
anything.

I'd like to
respectfully disagree.

Okay.

MATT: Paula,
can I just tell you,

I really admire your stoicism.

'Cause you guys
are all stoic as fuck.

-(PAULA CHUCKLES)
-Like-- like the, uh,
moccasins thing.

The way you all
go along with it.

Oh, we're all very happy
to oblige.

-Uh, Rav, would you like to...
-RAV: Um...

Yeah, I mean, it...
(CLEARS THROAT) ...makes sense

with, uh, you know,
cutting down the... (GASPS)

...wear and tear of carpets.

Uh, no, no, I don't even think
it's really about the...

the... the carpeting, right?

Johanna bangs these plates
together,

everyone takes their shoes off.
It's, like, uh, Pavlovian.

(CHUCKLES)
Let's keep it light, Matt.

This is a chat,
not a show trial.

Are-- are you saying
this isn't about the carpets?

That it's, what,
some coercive control thing?

-Yeah.
-(BOWL CLANGING)

Shall we bring out

the thermophilic
cheese cultures?

Hear that, enzymes? Red alert.
Here it comes.

(LAUGHTER)

-(CAMERA BEEPS)
-Yes. Okay.

Come, come, come. Come on.

Now, we're recording
for primetime tonight.

It's not late night,
so please don't curse

or handle the meat
at waist level.

This is a great cabin,
by the way.

So much better than my hovel.

Yeah, we based the design
on a dream that I had

-when I was a--
-Okay, and we're rolling.

On today's edition,

we have a very special guest,
Mr. Nathan Basic.

There's the camera, Nathan. Yep.

And we are going
to be making venison

in... a travel kettle.

JUDD: What a great recipe.

Does Nathan Basic look familiar
to you?

Who?

KAREN KELLY:
It's saying "classified."

Ooh, I love a mystery.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Have you tried, uh,
putting in the passcode?

No.

So, can you tell me
about the real Captain Ryan?

KAREN: He's not so much a person

as a puzzle you have to crack.

He is as playful as a seal.

(WHISPERING)
Shit me a houseboat.

So, Nathan, what is
your basic approach to food?

JUDD: Ha ha, good one!

Well, I like to use
the whole carcass, Frank.

You know, nose to toes.

I mean, why... why waste
all that good flesh?

JUDD: Totally agree with that.

If a chicken dies of a stroke,
do you toss it away?

No, you don't.
You stuff it and you roast it.

So why do we treat our family
any differently?

Totally agree. Wait, what?

(LAUGHS) Are we talking
about people here?

Well, it's
a difficult conversation.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

I've been thinking,
and I'd like to try

wearing my outdoor shoes
in the mess hall.

Sure. Where's this
coming from, please?

Uh... Ryan, quick update.

This is a space prison.
Repeat, a space prison.

-What? What is-- What? What?
-It's black ops.

These are people considered
too dangerous

to be housed on Earth.

What? Are you sure?

They have
a selection of cheeses.

Mm-hmm.

Listen to me.
We've been over this

a thousand fucking times, Paula.

It is a low-density pile,
so sit down and shut up.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(KNIFE SCRAPES)

(LOUD SNAP)

-RAV: Oh...
-Oh, God.

RAV: (WHISPERING) Ryan. Ryan.

-Ryan!
-Sorry, I'm just internalizing

a lot of panic and fear
right now.

(BREATHES SHAKILY) Yeah.

But now I've done that,
and I'm back in the room.

Okay. Good. Read.

"Octuple homicide,

-with an ice cream scoop."
-(CHUCKLES)

"Wore his mother's wedding dress
and her head."

Yep, yep, yep.

"Buried them under the funfair."
"Stole their feet."

Swipe, there's photos. Photos.

-Oh!
-Hmm.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) My eyes
have just shat themselves.

Oh, boy.

Well, I-- I think I might, uh...

wear some of those moccasins
after all.

Good idea. I will cover for you.

So... (INHALES SHARPLY)

-Uh, Karen.
-RAV: Guys.

-Excuse me.
-RYAN: (WHISPERING) Guys.

(CHUCKLES) Listen, I'm gonna
tell you something now,

and it's very important
that they don't know

what it is that I'm telling you.
All right, so...

so when I wink...

-(CHUCKLES)
-(CHUCKLES)

...I need you to laugh,
understood?

-Mm-hmm.
-I've just been informed

that we are--
get-- get ready to laugh--

surrounded by--
ready to laugh--

dozens of convicted psychopaths.

Wait, what? I don't get it.
Was that a joke or...

No, that's-- No.

Uh, you're supposed to laugh

so they don't know
what I've just told you.

The guy
that Frank just left with

is the Denver Cannibal.
He ate 19 people.

They found 36 thumbs
in his basement.

Oh, my God,
Frank is petrified of cannibals.

-That's 38.
-RAV: What?

-RYAN: What?
-Nineteen people,

that'd be 38 thumbs.
You said 36.

I don't know! I can't do
the fucking thumb arithmetic.

Well, he might've used
the last two

as, uh, like wine stoppers.

Okay, Sally,
that nice lady over there.

No, don't look. She bludgeoned
her mother to death

-with her father.
-She bludgeoned a parent

-with another parent?
-RAV: Yes, yes.

Okay, well, at least they died
in each other's arms.

And who are we to condemn
the butterfly

for the crimes
of the caterpillar?

Uh, Johanna killed and raped
her nine beagles.

-(GASPS)
-Okay, fuck that.

We need to leave.

Hold on, because she told me
she groomed them.

Extraction plan.

Shoes on and then very slowly

move towards the door

without aggravating
the psychopaths.

-(CHUCKLES) Okay, good.
-(ALL CHUCKLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ALL CHUCKLING)

-RYAN: (CHUCKLING) Right? Right?
-MATT: (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

You should see the commode.

Got more bells and whistles
than a fairground.

Spike, the ship is full
of murderers.

-We're fucking off.
-You mean Lyle?

-Lyle's not a murderer.
-What-- So I chose a good one?

He's a pedophile.

(GROANS) I... I...
I need to bathe in bleach.

Shit, they've taken our shoes
so we can't get away.

I can't get the image of those
little doggies out of my mind.

And there she is,
standing over them

with lubricant and a brick.

Billie, Billie,
shoes, shoes, come on.

JOHANNA:
Going somewhere, Captain?

We were just stoning some plums.

Oh, that sounds...

That's-- Uh, yes.

But I need to use the bathroom

and it's-- it's better
if I use my own.

-He's very regular.
-RYAN: That's-- You see?

-I can honestly set my watch.
-All right, Karen. Just--

Thank you. So, if we could
have our shoes...

Uh, mine are the old fashioned
running shoes

for sentimental value.

-Sentimental value. (CHUCKLES)
-RYAN: What?

-You're just rude.
-(RAV GASPING)

You're a very, very rude man.

-MATT: Oh, boy.
-Ooh, I don't think
we're getting our shoes back.

Mine were quite expensive.

Uh, don't run but... run.

-♪ (FRANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(ALL CLAMORING)

RYAN: Enjoy the flapjack!

(ALL CLAMORING)

You want to be careful
to avoid fusing

the venison with the element.

Or take cremation.
We already cook people.

Yet what do we do
with that meal?

-We throw it in the bin.
-I mean, I guess I can see

how you might end up
eating a corpse.

KAREN: (OVER EARPIECE)
Frank, sorry to interrupt
your camera bit.

The guy on your show
is the Denver Cannibal.

-Right...
-KAREN: He killed and ate

a butt ton of people.
Blink twice if you understand.

KAREN: That was three times,
but no judgement.

Ah, look at that. Ah.
Corpses. Yes.

And so we just pop it in.
Turn the kettle on. Bang!

Venison à la kettle. Butt ton.

Good night, everybody.
Thank you.

Uh, please, Mr. Judd, if you
could walk our guest out.

-What?
-FRANK KELLY: Thank you.

All right. Uh, that door,
the only one you can go out.

-Follow all the J's.
-I'll... I'll figure it out.

But think about it.
You've got a chance to be

on the right side
of history here.

Oh, my God. Okay. We--
We have to delete everything

that has to do with that.
Everything.

-RAV: Utterly horrible .
- BILLIE: Oh, my-- I feel sick.

(SIGHS) They have
ruined people for me.

Yeah, let's not do people ever,
ever again.

Sure. But all in all,
good visit?

Lovely location.
Shame about the gore-mongers.

But, yeah, zero out of ten,
could not recommend.

BILLIE: Unless, guys,

I mean, the eel tank
still needs to be fixed

and there is Spike's friend...

If anything, he was a friend
of a friend.

Billie, are you suggesting

that we allow a pedophile
on board ship

-to fix our eel tank?
-No!

That, of course, is madness.

-Brackets, is it, though?
-Yes.

Brackets, fuck yes.

Okay, I'm sorry to
always be the corporate stiff,

but I cannot allow
a sexual predator

to roam free among
vacationing families.

I'm a libertarian,
but there's a line.

Okay, so we don't let them
roam freely.

We engineer like a hamster run

from the airlock,
directly to the eel tank.

What if the predator punctures
this hamster run?

You know, he could have a blade
concealed in his mud pipe.

-Then we're leaking pedo.
-FRANK: Very good point.

A ball!

A ball!

We put the sexual predator
inside of an inflatable ball.

And then put the ball
inside the tube.

Now you're crushing it.

A pipe and a ball!
You're essentially creating

a theme park attraction
for a pervert.

Okay, look, we all have qualms
about this,

but we can't eat qualms.
We need the eels.

Great! Death or pedo?
Sounds like fun.

(RADIO BEEPS)

RYAN: Obviously, I do not want
this on my record,

but release the pedophile.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-Hamster's on the move.
-RYAN: Copy that.

All right, Mads,
unzip the nonce-o-sphere.

JUDD: I mean, I imagined
it would be bigger

and filled with straw

and I would've put him
on a leash, but it's good.

LYLE: Thank you.

I have done
what a judge would not,

I freed the pedo.

All right, sir.
We want you to commence

mending the eel tanks.

We're gonna stand back here
offering encouraging comments

without in any way condoning
your prior actions.

LYLE: I'm done with judging.

MATT: Vacationing families,
atmosphere of dread,

predator with good teeth.
It's like psychosexual Jaws.

We'll laugh about this one day,

as we're being led away to
our deaths by lethal injection.

Can I just say,
I find this whole thing

morally revolting.

And yet you brought snacks.

-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
-(RAV GASPS)

Can I get a glass
of water, please?

The nonce is requesting liquids.

No! We should not be hydrating
a fiddle-man.

Shall I tell him to drink
his own tainted piss?

JUDD: I guess we can get him
room service,

but he's gonna have to pay.

-(COMPUTER PINGS)
-BILLIE: Oh, my gosh.

-(WATER GURGLES)
-We're back online. He did it.

(CHEERING)

(SINGING)
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

No, no, no, no. No! He-- No.
He actually isn't.

-Sorry.
-Thank you, sir.

-A qualified thanks.
-BILLIE: Mm-hmm.

Now, back in your ball.

You said I could come live
with you if I fixed the tank.

Come on,
that was obviously a lie.

-You promised.
-Promises are for suckers.

-Sucker!
-LYLE: Okay, then,

how about you suck on this?

-(ALL SHOUTING)
-RYAN: Oh, no, no, no. Listen!

-Lyle!
-Lyle, Lyle! Lyle! Lyle!

We can definitely come
to some sort--

Oh, look, your water.

-(SCREAMS)
-(LYLE GRUNTING)

All the way. All the way.
All the way.

JUDD: That's why you gotta
put him on a leash!

RYAN: Zip him up.
Zip him up.

BILLIE: Get the pump!
Get the pump!

-I have it.
-(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

-Mads! Inflate the deviant.
-LYLE: Ow! Ow!

Thank you for your service,
we'll remember you complexly.

-It's okay, dumpling,
I'm right here. It's okay.
-LYLE: I don't wanna go back!

MADS: Strangle him!

BILLIE: Where's the leg?
Where's the thumb?

-(LYLE SCREAMING)
-Okay, get him out of here.

-SPIKE: Go on, get out of here.
-BILLIE: Get out of here.

(LYLE SCREAMING, SOBBING)

-I'll be good!
-BILLIE: Come on, Mads!

-(LYLE SCREAMING)
-MADS: It looks so funny.

-(LYLE GROANING)
-Try to get the hammer
in his head!

-BILLIE: It's time to go.
-MADS: Ow!
You motherfucking kicked me.

KAREN: Come on, let him have it.
Let him have it.

-(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
-LYLE: (GROANS) God, stop!

JUDD: I did this!
This was my idea.

(ALL CLAMOR)

I hope you get eaten!

BILLIE: Thank you
for fixing the tank.

Captain, please,
if I can just explain.

(SCREAMING) Hey, Johanna!
Fuck you!

-And fuck your moccasins!
-(CROWD CHEERING)

I'm a good person. I can love.
Don't forget your baking tray.

-(ALL SHOUTING)
-PAULA: Fuck you!

It's good
that you're talking this out.

Wow.

Boy, I'd hate to be
a fly on that wall.

♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

The only man capable
of fixing the eel tank

is carrying a dangerous disease.

Okay, so we use the pipe
to get him from the airlock.

-And what if he escapes?
-TV SARAH: Hang on!

Wait for it.

What if we put him inside
a big plastic ball?

I totally agree.

Fuck, yeah!

-Hologram tech, baby.
-This is a game changer.

Seriously,
I don't even recognize the game.

(SIGHS) Decisions!

God, it feels good
to finally get one right.

Ryan, the ship's smart sensor
is showing we have a stowaway.

-A what?
-Frank's cannibal

is still on board.

Oh, take me to hell
and toast my tits.

Now, this is a teachable moment.

You were so focused on the pedo,

you forgot all about
the cannibal.

Tale as old as time.

So, I bring tools
for the eel tank.

(TOOLBOX THUDS)

What I miss?

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪