All language subtitles for Revival 2025 S01E05 1080p x265-ELiTE[EZTVx.to]-eng

(inspirational fanfare)

KEN: Previously on Revival.

Who's ready for a holy war?

GOVERNOR: You have authority
to smoke out every Reviver.

Tag them and track them.

It works during Shark Week,
and it'll work here.

(trap snaps loudly)
(man yells in pain)

She used to be a person.
Now she's a Reviver.

I'm a Reviver, Wayne,
so maybe we can keep

my registry off the books?

EM: Stop dodging me. I want answers.

AARON: That's not mine.

Gentleman needed to replace
his wife's wedding ring.

EM: That asshole lied to me.
I'm done playing it safe.

You with me or not?
I don't need you.

AARON: He was in my house.
That's beyond crossing the line.

How many drug-related
offenses do we have?

You shake up the can,
you'll have to deal with fizz.

You still play poker with
that piece of shit Irish cop?

I need to get back over the border.

- EM: I know what you did!
- AARON: I took you

from the bridge, but I didn't kill you.

Help! Somebody help!
(exhales softly)

(fade up hospital ambiance)
MAN: Speed up!

(soft dramatic score)
(soft long exhale)

(dramatic boom echoes)
(score becomes eerie)

(loud gunshot)
(gunshot echoes)

(indistinct echoing chatter)

(dramatic emotional score)

(ragged breathing)

(indistinct echoing chatter)

(ragged breathing)

(indistinct echoing chatter)

(Em breathes hard)

Oh, Dana. (gasps, pants)

Somebody help!
( sharp inhale cuts off)

- What do we know? Anything?
- Dana fired two shots at... Hey!

( conversation
continues inaudibly )

(gunshot; echoes)

Uh, Dana?

( dramatic boom, rumble
crescendo, decrescendo )

(ticking clock echoes loudly)

(dramatic score continues)

WOMAN (muted): Cypress family?

There has been significant
internal bleeding.

(normal) Thankfully, the bullet seems

to have missed any of the major organs.

If she makes it through surgery,
we'll keep her sedated

for 24 hours to monitor.

When can we see her?

Could be a few more hours.

(whisper) Yeah.

I got to go work on this case.
You, uh...

You call me when she gets out, yeah?

Wait. Dad!

Sorry. I can't.

EM: Please. Please.

Okay. What happened?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Um, um. (gasping breaths)

Please,

she wasn't here.

Please. She wasn't here.

(whispers) Please.

(Em, Dana breathing loudly)

(dramatic score fades)
(loud ticking clock echoes)

(dramatic boom, rumble)

(loud rapid breaths)
(dramatic score resumes)

Okay. Okay. Okay.

(ethereal opening theme)

(whoosh)

COP: Just keep, uh, just keep me posted.

So I understand there are no
discernible footprints

on the path. The two bullets

that went through our victims
are still missing.

The nine-mil shells you found
are both from Dana's weapon.

But that's it. Huh?
What's the working theory?

Listen, sir, I'm not sure

I'm supposed to be talking
to you about this. Okay?

Brent, I'm the sheriff.
All right? And it's my daughter.

I know. And I know you Cypresses like to

bend the rules some.

My daughters are my life.
Okay?

(tenders score) And if you think

that for one second

you're going to keep me
out of the loop on any of this,

you better wake up and
give your head a shake, son.

Yeah.

Uh, okay, well...

(clears throat) Well, it's hard to say.

It could have been
multiple shooters, but, uh...

But what?

Well, the most likely scenario
is that Dana drew her gun.

They tussled for it,
and both of them got shot.

I'm sorry, but that's where all

the current evidence is pointing to.

So, keep looking.

Find me some physical evidence.

All right?
Expand the search perimeter.

Get something that backs
that up because I think

that someone else was here
doing the shooting.

- Oh.
- Any crackpot theories

on why she was here in the first place?

Uh, no. We're still piecing
that together. Yeah.

I'm gonna talk to our witness.
Ask if...

The doc? I'll go with you.

Wayne, listen,

I will keep you in the loop
as much as I can,

but we got to at least try to
keep appearances here, you know?

(distant dogs barking)
(camera shutter clicking)

(whisper) Yeah.
(clears throat)

(distant police siren wailing)

(score fades out)

(chair scrapes)

(quiet tense score)

(sighs)

(office phone rings faintly)
Do you own a gun?

Uh, no. Why? Why would you ask?

You're our only conscious witness,

and our two victims have
gunshot wounds, so...

Um, because I was, uh,
I was there on a date, sir.

Hm.

She was investigating something,
then, was she?

I, I don't know.

Um, she got a text from someone

and that redirected
us there, to the woods.

Oh. What did that text say?

I don't know.

I didn't think it was any
of my business.

So, you charged into the woods
trying to be the hero, huh?

What did you see when you got
in those woods, Dr. Ramin?

(chair rattles)

And, um, I saw...
There was a man, um...

- Mr. Weimar.
- Weimar?

Weimar, yeah.
Did Dana say anything

when you got there, when you saw her?

Did she say anything?
Uh, no, sir.

Dana's a pretty chatty person,
you know.

Even in a bind, so...

No, sir.

You didn't see any suspects running away

or anything suspicious?

Nope. It would... No.

It was me, Dana and Mr... Mr. Weimar.

Mr. Weimer. And he, uh, yeah.
There was no one else.

(quiet tense score continues)

(knocking on door)
(door handle rattles)

Hey. Dana's out of surgery.

Okay, um,

station at the door. Yeah?
I want to know exactly

who's coming and going.
Okay.

(door closes) Okay, Dr. Ramin,

let's go over this
one more time, shall we?

Um, okay.

(hospital machines beeping)

(footsteps approaching)

(soft tender score)

Hey, mind if I, uh, if I come in?

Coop, can you go sit with Fitzy?

I want to speak to Ibrahim for a sec.

(hospital PA beeps)
Dr. Sheppard, line one.

Hey, buddy.

(soft gasp)

Uh...

This is a lot.

( Ibrahim releases a shuddering exhale )

What did you say in there?

Just what I saw, okay. I didn't...

Except for you.

I know, uh,

I know Dana'd do anything for you,

but I don't know you,

okay, and a lot of this
isn't making sense,

so I just need you to, uh,

just-just tell me
what happened out there.

I don't know.

Okay, then how...

how did you all end up
in the woods together?

Uh, was that you?
Was that you who texted her?

No, no. I was there confronting Aaron

and Dana just showed up.

Okay, then who shot her?
Em, huh?

Was it that Aaron guy?
Did he set this all up?

No, no, he couldn't have.
Look, the truth is

is that Aaron and I have
a bit of a history, okay?

So I was there confronting him,
but when I got there,

he was already scared
of something, or someone,

and told me to leave,
but before I could,

his body...
(gunshot echoes)

His body just jerked forward
and he fell into me

and he was dead just like that.

(dramatic score)
(Em sobs)

Someone shot him
and then Dana showed up

and before I could warn her,
(gunshot echoes)

someone shot her, too.
And then I took her gun

and I shot back and I hit him.

But it wasn't enough and he got away.

(score abates)
(medical monitor beeps softly)

I am so sorry that you have

been brought into all of this
and have to lie for me.

I'm not... I'm not lying for you. I'm...

(medical monitor beeps softly)

I'm lying for Dana.

But I'm a really bad liar, okay?
I suck at it and I just...

I'm so bad, and, um, I don't know.

If the police keep going
and they keep asking questions,

I might crack, okay?

I'm sorry, I might... I'm not good...

I'm not good at any of this.

I will figure this out.

Okay?

(dramatic boom)
(sombre score)

(dramatic boom)

( inhales, exhales)

Trust me.

I'm a Cypress.

Shit.

It's still in me.
(score intensifies, fades out)

EM: But who would kill

Mr. Weimar and shoot Dana? I'm worried.

It's okay, sweetheart.
We're working the case now.

We'll have answers soon.

Rogers, I need the coroner's intake exam

the minute it lands
on your desk. Thank you.

You do know I'm capable of
more than paperwork?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Please.

Dad, I wanna help.

Look, you should know.

There is a working theory that
Dana is the one at fault here.

How? She was shot, too.
(knocking at door)

Sorry, boss. Lester wants a word.

(yelling) Not now, Lester!

(whispers) Go on.

But what does this mean for Dana?

You're still investigating
who shot her, right?

Like, Dad, what's going on?
Martha, please!

I can't right now. I have to focus.

(distant office phone ringing)
(indistinct PA announcement)

All right, look:
(quiet tense score)

Now you gotta keep
this to yourself, okay?

The evidence presently
points towards Dana as the one

who did the shooting and
that ain't good for Dana, okay?

But I know there has
gotta be more to this

and I'm going to keep digging
until I find out what it is.

How would you go about proving
that another gun was involved?

Both the victims were
shot through and through, okay?

So that means that those bullets

could've gone
600 or so feet in any direction.

How would you go about
finding a missing bullet?

We've already swept the area for hours.

But if you find this bullet
you could break the case.

Find the bullet and the shooter.
- Yes, and we'll sweep again.

- MAN: Sheriff.
- Once more tomorrow afternoon.

Get out! Now! I said no!

- MAN: Okay, okay.
- He escaped! Sorry, boss.

Is this, like, a 1:00 pm
situation, or a 4ish?

You stay out of it, okay?

Now that's it. No more questions.

I have got a killer to find so, please,

close the door on your way out.

Thank you. I love you.

And tell Lester I'm sorry.

Okay.
(distant chattering)

(door thuds closed)
(sighs)

(score fades out)
Reviver subject Myles Miller,

male, 43 years old on loan from

the Mountain Bay County Penitentiary.

(dramatic boom, rumble)

Please strip, Mr. Miller.

(scratching)

They gotta be watching
while I...?

Yes, ma'am. (chuckles)

You just be sure to
tell the judge

I been on my best behaviour.

Will do.

(dramatic score)

Careful with those.

(tapping)
Ow!

(dramatic boom)

(squelching)
(pained gasps, groans)

(score intensifies)
Ah.

Oh. (panting)

(exclaims)
(zapping)

- We're good.
- Monsters.

(groans)

(inhale, loud exhale)

You know how
embarrassing that was for her?

To have that mark in her ID?
(score fades out)

(faint chattering)

Notice on our door?
( office phone rings faintly a)

That bother her or you?

Why do you gotta be such an asshole?

I'm doing this for your own good, Ken.

She's a Reviver.

A good one! And my wife!

Look, I get it, okay?

But what happens when Diane
or one of the other ones

snaps again?

I have to look at the big picture.

You think she'd do that?

This is the woman that
brought you casseroles,

helped around the house
when Patty was sick.

Who helped watch little Martha.

The old Diane? Of course not.

But she's gone, Ken.

And we don't
really know for certain yet

who's taken her place.

I know you better than anybody, Kenny.

And I know if you
weren't so close to this

you'd see it the way I do.

You know what I see?

A man who thinks
he gets a free asshole pass

because his wife died.

When the truth is you and I both know

you were an asshole long before that.

(chair clatters)
(quiet tense score)

Now, I told you before,

I'm not going down
this road with you again. Okay?

So, you better tread softly

when you talk about Patty and my family.

Diane is my family.
Give me the same damn courtesy.

Now you of all people should understand

I am the sheriff. Okay?

I have to think about everybody.

I have an obligation to this town.

I can't let you have it one way

and everybody else have it another!

But what if it was somebody
that you loved was a Reviver?

Would you still do it?

Yes.

You're a nasty piece of work,

considering that you got
one daughter in anger management

and another suspected of murder.

It's clear that the
last piece of goodness

in the Cypress family died with Patty.

Say it again.

I dare you.

Go ahead, Wayne, give it your shot.

You know, you might have the governor

and a few good folks
in this town fooled,

but I know the real you

and I'm making it my mission
to make sure that

you don't get re-elected.

You'll never wear a badge again.

(score abates)
(Wayne inhales)

(Ken bangs door sharply)
(sighs through nose)

(shoulders thud)
(door bangs on wall)

Mr. Mayor.

Don't say a goddamn word

unless you've found Dana's shooter.

That's what I thought.
Now I gotta get back to work.

You busy yourself somewhere else

doing something else, okay?
(object skitters across desk)

(score fades out)
(indistinct office chatter)

You got it, Chief.

( door bangs closed)

( lively cartoon music,
character vocalizes along )

(door slams)

(door slams)
(footsteps approaching)

( cartoon character
speaking indistinctly )

(door slams loudly)
(character on TV grumbles)

TV: Hey, you can push me just so far.

(Em groans loudly)

Are you okay?

- Not really.
- Hm.

( lively orchestral music
on TV )

Hm.
(TV off)

Well, whatever you gotta say,
you could say it.

It's about Aaron.

Aw, Dude...

Look, I get
that professor shit can be hot.

I do, but you can really
do so much better, Em.

(lighter rasps)

He's dead.
(Kay blows sharply)

(chokes, coughs)
(lighter smacks onto table)

(gasps)

Shit.

Shit, well, I guess don't kick him now.

- No.
- What the hell even happened?

I don't know.
He was dead when we found him.

(scoffs) You found him dead?

Wait, what do you mean by we?

Me and Dana.

What the hell is wrong with you two?

Look, I need your help because
whoever shot Aaron shot Dana.

She got shot too?

I need you. Please. Look, I don't know

who else I can ask or who I can trust.

(quiet mischievous score)

I don't know, dude.

This is so whack.

Come on. Just do it already.

(Kay sighs)

Yep, just gonna...
(appreciative whistling)

Okay.

( grunts loudly twice to steel nerves )

I can't look.
(Em groans)

I can't look!
(squelching)

(Em breathing loudly)

Ugh, the blood. The blood!
(Em groans)

Oh my... (gasps) God.

It is not that bad!
(Kay gasping loudly)

Okay.
(tongs rattle)

No. What? No. What the...
We are not making

a Caesar salad here! Look,
I can't get the right angle,

so I need you take off
those gloves and just...

- Ai-ya-yai.
- Pull it out with your fingers.

Come on! Dude, it's healing. Let's go!

Oh my God, oh my God,
oh my God, oh my God,

oh my God, oh my God, oh my...

(high-pitched squealing)

Ooh!
(Kay pants, sobs)

(squelching)
I got it!

(retches)
(clattering in metal bowl)

(retching continues)

(faint clinking)

(Em gasps)

And now for the hard part.

The hard part?! (sobs)

This is me.

I might not know why it happened.

But I'm no longer sad that it did.

Thank you, Wanda.

Anyone else have
anything they'd like to share?

Go ahead, Damon.

(long loud sigh)

I used to think God had a plan.

And then I died.
And now I'm alive and, uh...

I guess it feels
like something's missing,

like there's a real emptiness
inside me. It's lonely.

And if God does have a plan,
is this really it?

Maybe this is a second chance.
Your opportunity

to live with intention.
(door bangs open loudly)

(dramatic boom, rumbling)
(quiet tense score)

Ah, what have we here?
Nella.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

God-fearing woman
helping some legion of demons?

Have you no soul?
Get out of here, Blaine.

Leave these poor people alone!

People?

People bleed and then die.
These are not people.

You're but another consort of demons

standing amongst the damned
as they're just walking

on this path. It's wicked.

Now you should be thanking your God

that we are all here to
rescue you from what's coming.

(foot stomps loudly)
She said leave!

(laughs) Yeah.

(laughs)

Okay.

(sniffs)

Yeah. Yeah, I know that smell.

It's pagan rot.

You're one of the damned going to Hell,

so you should be taking
a good look at me because

I'm going to be sending you back.

(primal scream)
- Hey! Don't hurt him.

(Damon yells)
(loud crunch; pained gasp)

(whimpering)

DAMON: Oh my God. Are you okay?

Sorry, I...

I didn't realize my own strength.

Oh. Mm.

We're coming for you.
(whimpering continues)

Starting to show
their true colours, boys.

(score intensifies)

Gentlemen, help him up.

(score fades out)

(slicing)
(air hissing)

KAY: Shit, you're strong!

Never mind that.

We're going to go over this
one more time.

Okay.
You're the distraction.

(quiet intriguing score)
KAY: Me?

(Kay sighs loudly) Not again.

No problem. Love helping the ladies.

(distant dog barking)
- You know us. (chuckles)

Those lug nuts are so hard to turn.

Yeah, if you go on Reddit, lefty loosey,

it actually explains
it's a myth, so...

- Oh.
- You go on Reddit?

EM: Once you get Randy out,
that's when I go in.

I need to get Aaron's blood on
the bullet because, you know,

DNA?
So I need to find his body.

Once I find his body,
that's when I will put

the blood on Aaron's bullet,
so that when the police find i,

they think that the bullet
went through Aaron.

And since the shooter
shot Aaron, Dana, and I all,

once they find the bullet they find

the shooter who shot Dana.

(quiet crinkling)

(louder crinkling)

(Kay retching loudly)
What the hell?

What are you doing in here?

You should be out there.
You're the distraction!

(soft gasp) Randy's barely
got one lug nut off.

He's a creep. I told him I had to piss.

Oh, that would've been a lot easier.

(crinkling)

(Kay gags)
Careful!

You throw up and your
DNA is all over the place.

(score intensifies)

( score abates to
stirring melodic piano )

( breathing machine ticking,
hissing faintly )

( hospital monitor beeps slowly,
regularly )

(score fades out)

(indistinct PA announcement)

I'm at a dead end, Danes.

I need your help with this.

I want to get whoever did this
but the leads are shit.

You know, I wish to hell
you'd have come to me

if you were in trouble.

Yeah, well, I'm sure it's my fault.

Your mom always said
I was too hard on you.

I just had to be sure
you were on the right path.

You gotta come out of this.

(quiet tender score)

(score fades out)

Oh, uh, Sheriff, Sheriff.

I, uh, I got more
information on, uh, Mr. Weimar.

Yeah, uh, it appears he was, um,
choked before he was shot.

What about the GSR results?
Are they still missing?

Well, that was an honest mistake, um...

You know Randy?

Yeah, well ever since that man
woke up in his incinerator,

he's been a little bit
all over the place.

Do you have anything of merit

that you want to share with me, Deputy?

Yeah, I'll just get into it.
Uh... ( clears throat)

The last text that, uh,
Aaron Weimar sent before he, uh,

before he died was to Dana.

(quiet dramatic score)

Yeah, it, uh...
(clears throat)

"Go to the woods behind Pacer's.

I'll tell you what really happened."

(pensive score)

Okay, what's taking you so long?

You said they're coming
in the afternoon,

which could be any minute now.

I know, I know.

I just need it to be perfect.

They need to find the bullet,
but not think it was moved.

I'm going to have a lifetime
worth of trauma for this.

Okay, if this is your worst trauma,

you've lived a very privileged life.

(distant bird calling)
(crinkling)

What?

I toss it I compromise the scene, right?

You do listen.

(Em's phone buzzes)
Hm.

(score fades out)

Oh my God. (laughs)
(tender score)

My God, Dana's awake!
(dogs barking)

Oh my God. Shit. Oh, shit.

(tense score)
(dogs barking)

Testing shows no
phosphate or nitrate present

in the water samples from Moore Creek.

This rules out (score fades out)

the usual cause
of rapid algae bloom formation.

We still need to test all
known elements and pathogens,

but for now my theory remains

Moore Creek is ground zero
for Revival Day.

Hey. Just the man I wanted to speak to.

Good. If it's about
what happened to Dana

'cause that's all I want to hear.

- I already talked...
- Look...

- ...to your deputy about it.
- Maybe you missed something.

Think! All right?

Are you sure about
the direction of the gunfire?

You know, maybe
you saw a strange car,

or heard someone else there?

(whisper) Oh...

You did see something else, didn't you?

What aren't you telling me?

Nothing?
(dramatic rumbling) I just...

(man screaming)

What the hell is...?
(screaming continues)

Hey.

Get it out!

Get it out! Please!
(quiet tense score)

Please!

This.

Note that we increased
the dosage by five milligrams.

- Get it out! Hurry! Please!
- IBRAHIM: Let me get this out.

IBRAHIM: I got you. I got you.
( man continues crying out)

You're okay. Okay? Okay. Okay.

(man sighs, calms down)

You're okay. You're okay.

Hey. What are you... What are you doing?

We're giving him crotalase.

You're giving him snake venom?

No, we were testing more
extreme ranges of pathogens

to see if we could get the sheriff

the answers he needs.

And your hypothesis?

Crotalase could slow cell division.

- What does that mean?
- As you can see,

it dramatically slows down
Reviver healing properties.

Yeah, but this, this, this is inhumane.

Wasn't the intention.

After revivers showed
unnatural strength under duress

we decided to try this option.

So they are dangerous?

No. We cannot jump to conclusions.

Which is why we rely on science.

Now that we know that
we can slow revivers down,

all we have to do is just

change the dose
and then maybe we can figure out

what started this whole Revival thing

in the first place. Starting here.

Here. With torture?

No, with discovery.

No! This is not the way, Sheriff.

You know what can happen if
this gets into the wrong hands.

Look, take a beat, Doc.
I won't let that happen.

Look, good work, okay?

And while I want to keep everyone safe,

this is good intel,

but let's step back from

this direction of inquiry for a while.

Copy?

Copy.

(gasps)

(score intensifies)

(score fades out)

All these years
trying to get your respect

all I had to do was get shot.

(Dana laughs quietly)
(score fades out)

How you feeling?

(distant indistinct chatter)

Like I got hit by a Mack truck.

Lose a fight with a razor?

Shut up. I like it.

How long was I out?

Twenty-four hours, give or take.

Oh, God. Poor Coop.
He must have been so worried.

We all were.

He's okay, though.
He's with Nella.

- Did they find who did this?
- Not yet.

But they have Fitzy stationed
at the door just to be careful,

but, Dana, what were
you doing out there?

I could ask you the same thing.

You were right about Aaron.

He was on the bridge that night

and somehow his ring was inside of me.

He was lying, so I really
thought that he killed me

even though he swears that he didn't.

(whispers) Em...

did you kill Aaron?

God, really...

wanted to.

And I almost did.

But I couldn't.

- And I didn't.
- Good.

But whoever shot him,

shot you. I even fired back at them.

Do you... Do you think that
they were there for Aaron

and maybe you just
got caught in the middle?

I don't know but I'll figure it out.

What if...

I was the reason that you nearly died?

(quiet tender score)

Come here.

I just don't know what I would have done

if I lost you, too.

(sniffles, scoffs)

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

(whisper) Okay.

We'll figure this out.

Together.

I think it's time
I start taking care of you.

How are you going to do that?

I have my ways.

(Dana sighs)

(score fades out)

consistent with
the injuries of the victim.

Who we looking at now?

We're working on it.

I'll, uh, I'll let you know
as soon as we know something.

JP.

Have you talked to Lester yet?
- What is it about this time?

Well, I think you're
going to want to hear this.

Apparently he saw someone suspicious

the night of the shooting.

LESTER: Goddamn people
always traipsing through

my woods. I keep telling
you but you don't listen.

So then the other night,

I'm out walking my
dog, Chuck, like usual,

and I hear two shots.

(quiet tense score)

Then another two.

That's four in total.

Then this man, all in black

with one of those black ski masks,

which they should not
be selling on account of

they're the mask of
choice for said perpetrators.

- Lester, get to the point!
- All right, Sheriff.

Okay. Yes, sir.

So, this black-ski-masking fella

goes tearing across
the east side of my property

like a bat out of hell
right toward Stone Bridge Road.

He was wearing those pants
with all them pockets,

I think tactical boots and
one of those small flashlights.

I believe it was a Fenix TK16.

Maybe a Klarus XT2CR.

Like this?

Well, yeah. Exactly.

Of course, those 3100 lumen ones,

they have about 400 yards of throw.

Most people cheap out with
the 250 lumen ones.

Brent!

Hey, Lewis, come over here.

Lester saw the shooter.

It's a cop.

- Uh, what?
- Yeah.

I want you to run ballistics on
everybody's firearm,

including yours.

Okay, yeah. Um, well,
I'm gonna need yours, too.

(clicking)
All right.

Now, I want you to
check their lockers, okay?

Their vehicles.
Work and private. Evidence logs.

We're gonna need a clean
chain of evidence here

without you, so...
That's why I'm telling you

to do it because I'm not
doing it myself! Okay?

Yep. All right. I get it.

LESTER: Sheriff, please.
Please.

Good. Yep. Um, Fitzy, Rogers?
Let's go, all right?

(knocking on window)
I got more.

(tense score continues)

Yes, we all know
you have a moral objection,

but that doesn't mean you can
refuse an official request.

Yes, I can. That's why
they call it "request."

Request denied.
Since it was the sheriff

who asked for the CDC's assistance

and he isn't here to say otherwise,

I am inclined to let Dr. Morel

continue with her line of investigation.

As head of the Wausau project,
I firmly disagree.

Ibrahim, let it go.
You heard the sheriff:

He doesn't want your kind of help.

If we're going to talk,

let's make sure
that the whole class can hear.

Sorry. Now, Dr. Ramin,

I'm not sure how things
work with the CDC,

but in Wausau, you are an interloper

and obstructing the sheriff's mandate

and defying my order is unacceptable.

Well, then, we are at an impasse.

No, we're at a leadership change.

Wait. If you just talked to the sheriff,

if you just talk to him, you could

just figure this whole thing...
No need.

You can surrender all your
samples and data to Dr. Morel.

She heads the Wausau
project as of today.

You answer to her now.
(Ibrahim scoffs)

- What?
- Thank you, ma'am.

I appreciate your support.

Don't let me down.

(beep)

I'll give you a second.

(chair creaks, clatters)

(slow deep inhale)

(quiet tense score)
(footsteps receding)

(slow deep exhale)

Hm.
(slaps thighs with palms)

(clattering)

(crinkling)

(clatter)

(crinkling)

(quiet tense score)

( cardboard cover scratching,
thudding onto hard surface )

(papers rustling)

( flashlight clicks
against teeth )

(score intensifies)

This brave soul

proved himself worthy to our cause.

(score fades out)

His sacrifice deserves a great reward.

FOLLOWERS: Our rock, our fortress,

grant us everlasting light!

Our rock, our fortress,

grant us everlasting light.

Our rock, our fortress,
grant us everlasting light.

It's time for you to get branded.

Become one of the flock.
(tense score)

(followers continue chanting)

Go in. Give your hand
to the guiding light.

May it burn away your sins

and become one of us.

(eerie echoing moan)

(score intensifies)

(distant roar)

(echoing moan continues)

(person crying out)

(eerie echoing moan)

(sizzling)
(pained scream)

(screaming)

(muffled) Our rock, our fortress...

(chanting fades out)
(score intensifies)

Behold!

His ascension.

(dramatic boom)

(tense creepy score)

Our rock, our fortress,
grant us everlasting light

Our rock, our fortress...

(score fades out)

( in)

It's a colouring book.

I'm, like, a grown-ass woman.

Uh, yeah. The, the,
I thought the candy could

be for you and then...
Oh.

The colouring book
and everything else, uh,

maybe for Cooper.

( hospital phone ringing faintly )

(both chuckle lightly)

It's really nice. Thank you.

Yeah.

Glad you're here.
(crinkling)

Yeah. (chuckles) Yeah, me, too.

Thank you.

Listen, I get that I asked you to lie.

And I know that that's a lot. I know.

And you didn't question it
and that says a lot.

But I want you to know that...

I can't tell you

what's going on, but I promise you

it was for a good reason

and I'm really sorry
for putting you through that.

Thank you for protecting my sister.

Yeah. It's... It's okay.

(quiet tender score)

Well, I mean, this part of
my day, believe it or not,

turned out to be
just okay in a good way.

- Really?
- (laughing) Yeah, yeah.

No, I just said that
and yeah, it did, it did.

(both laughing)

Well, I've only been out for 24 hours.

Fill me in. What happened?
- No, I'm not going to do it.

Dump my problems on... No.
Oh, come on!

You're in a hospital bed.
Honestly, this is

the last time you'll get
my undivided attention.

I promise you that.
So just shoot your shot.

Oh!

Pick a different choice of words.

Anything else.
(both laugh)

Oh, well, uh, I...

I may not have a job for much longer.

What? Are you leaving Wausau?

Not if I can help it. Um...

Why? Would you be...

Would you be sad?
(Ibrahim chuckles)

Well, I'm just thinking, you know?

I was just...
I was just wondering, maybe, uh,

well, I would love another date.

But, uh, no guns this time.

Hm.

(Ibrahim laughs softly)

Well, you did bring me candy, so...

(both laugh)

( engine turns over, rumbles loudly )

(rumbling abates)

( "Because You Believe In Me"
by Barbara Norris plays loudly )

♪ Because you believe in me ♪
(sings along tunelessly)

You can turn darkness into day!

It's a powerful thing to say

Because you believe in me

You can make everything go my way

(police siren whoops, wails)

The feeling of...

(song echoes off)
(vase thuds softly)

- Brent!
- Ow!

God, didn't take you for a flowers guy.

Oh, those were, uh,
left at the nurses' station.

Guess not everyone in town
wants you dead after all.

Yippee-ki-yay.

So, uh, some news you'll like.

We found the bullet that killed Aaron

and your gun wasn't a match.

Yeah, no shit.

But you'll never believe whose was.

McCray.

- McCray?
- Yeah.

Why?
(loud breathy inhale)

Who knows why McCray does
any of the stuff he does.

And you will never believe
what we found on the guy.

(quiet tense score)
(police radio chatter)

(distant crow caws)
(keys jangling)

(soft thud)

(lock ratchets)
(trunk hinges creak)

(score intensifies)

(dramatic percussive score)

(quiet clattering)

What the hell?

Is that a foot?

(inhales sharply through nose)

(score fades out)

( "Because You Believe In Me"
by Barbara Norris reprise )

♪ Because you believe in me ♪

♪ You can turn darkness into day ♪

♪ It's a powerful feeling
knowing you love me ♪

♪ Because you believe in me
I can make anything... ♪

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