All language subtitles for Paul Thomas Anderson - One Battle After Another - English with German Subs

Welcome.

Our best guess, there's about
250, 275 people in there.

It's hard to count.

We need to be prepared
for, like, 300 people

by the time we get there, right?

Our cargo container,

18-wheeler, that thing
only holds 160 people.

I'm talking 'bout crammed
in there tight...

That's cheek to jowl.

Smashed face to face.

Women and children first.

Listen,
whoever's not on with us,

-they just run, on foot.
-Just go.

That's it.
If they're not with us, they run.

Via de la Amistad,
that's our exit route.

Runs east-west.
It's about one mile from 905.

-Right.
-What you draggin' in that wagon?

Listen, I got HMEs.

I got mortars, I got tear gas,
I got whatever you guys need,

but I'm a little unclear
as to what the plan is.

-I'm gonna need some direction.
-Don't be unclear.

-I got a plan for us.
-Well, what is it?

I mean, you want me
to create a diversion?

You want me to blow something up?

What do you want?

I want you to create a show, Pat.

Okay? This is the announcement
of the motherfuckin' revolution.

-Yeah.
-Make it good. Make it bright.

Impress me.

Team Two's entrance.
We got that?

Yep.
That runs north and south.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

-Give Pat a walkie.
-Gimme a walkie.

Big truck
coming up Enrico Fermi...

-Channel five.
-Copy that.

Yeah! It's game time.
No more talking 'bout this.

-Let's go!
-All right, let's go,

-let's go, let's go.
-Let's fuckin' go.

Watch, watch, watch.

Get on your knees,
like you 'bout to suck a dick.

Gate guard secure.

Hey, you.
Get up. Hands up. Get up.

-Down. Hey you, get up.
-Get your hands up.

-Wake up. All the way up!
-Down on the ground.

Hands up. Don't look at me.

-All the way up.
-Wake up.

Wake up, soldier boy.

You died and went
to pussy heaven, motherfucker.

Put your arms to the side
so I can see you.

What's your name, dickhead?

I'm Captain Steven J. Lockjaw.

My name is Perfidia Beverly Hills,

and this is a declaration of war.

We're here to right your wrongs,
motherfucker.

You got an army growin'
in your fuckin' guts,

and you put it there.

You didn't count on me.

-Oh, my God.
-You didn't count on my fight.

The message is clear.

Free borders, free bodies, free choices,

and free from fuckin' fear!

Sweet thing.

Is this funny?

Mm.

Get up.

Not on your feet.

Oh, not on your fuckin' feet.

Since we playin'...

get it up.

Up.

Yeah.

Get it up.

Guys, hurry up!

Be careful! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Apurarse. Hurry, hurry, hurry!
But be careful!

Be careful!
All the way to the back.

Holy shit.

Keep it moving now.

Up.

Good boy.

Mm.

You like lockin' people up, huh?

-Mm.
-Oh, yeah.

Get on your fuckin' knees!

Now.

Let's go, let's go.

Put it on.

Let's go!

Now get the fuck up.

Let's go. Hands up.
Keep that dick up.

Keep it up.

The fuck out.

Pat.

Go for Pat.

Snap, crackle, pop, baby.

Copy that.

Come on, come on!

I declare war, motherfucker.

I'll be seeing you very soon.

Not if I see you first, fuck face.

We are a political organization

that is free from the eyes,

the ears, and most importantly,

the weapons of the imperialist state,

and this fascist regime!

You are a political prisoner
of the French 75, motherfuckers!

You've been captured by the French 75!

Fuck the police!

-¡Viva la revolución!
-Let's go!

Motherfuckers, órale!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait!

-Hold on, y'all, hold on.
-Shit. Oh, shit.

Where you get
all this energy from?

What are you talkin' about?

I'm getting Ghetto Pat tonight.
I think I like you.

-You like Black girls?
-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah?
-Do I like what?

You like...

Y'all think he like Black girls?
Y'all think he like me?

-I think he does.
-'Course I fuckin' like Black girls!

So shoot this shit up! Let's go!

What the fuck
do you think I'm doing here?

-Let's go!
-Fuck your mother!

You know
I like fuckin' Black girls!

You know I like Black girls.

And I love you. You love me?
Tell me you love me.

-Tell me you fuckin' love me.
-I love you.

Calm down. Calm the fuck down.

What I'm doing here

is I'm creating a closed circuit

to remove any static electricity.

And that right there...

That's a shunt. You see that?

Yeah.

This is your blasting cap.

Mm.

Right here.

Very important to keep
your cap shunted like this

when you enter the courthouse.
You got that?

Here's your main charge.

This is your cell phone.

Don't stop.
I see the cell phone.

First thing you're gonna do
is you're gonna turn on your cell phone

without your...

without your cap attached...

so you don't accidentally
detonate your charge.

You're gonna wanna...

You're gonna wanna
put your hands here, right?

-Mmm.
-And then you wanna

take your hands and the cap

and throw it in the circle.

Senator Wilson,
this is a warning for you.

We planted a bomb
at the Haymarket office

of your re-election campaign.

We warned you, that abortion ban,
and you didn't wanna fuckin' listen.

So, for my sisters in need,
we will strike.

Sincerely yours,
Perfidia Beverly Hills, motherfucker.

Revolutionary violence is the only way.

No more tellin' me to vote.

No more tellin' me to overcome.

"Nobody move, nobody get hurt" shit,
it doesn't matter.

Everybody pays.

Don't even bother
lookin' for the French 75.

We'll find you.

-Okay, baby, you ready?
-Yeah.

All right. All right, all right.
Let's go.

-Babe...
-Yeah?

Let's fuck while the bomb go off.

-No, babe.
-Come on, baby.

-Let's fuck, baby.
-Come on, baby, we gotta go.

-Hurry.
-Come on. Come on, baby.

-Let's fuck, baby.
-No, baby. We gotta go.

-Come on, come on. Baby.
-Come on. Come on.

-Come on, baby.
-We gotta go. Come on, baby.

-Come on, baby. Hold on. Wait.
-Bomb goes off in two minutes.

Bring 'em all!

Come on!

Don't say a fuckin' word, okay?
You understand me?

-Get the rest!
-Oh, yeah.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, come on!

Stay right there.
Don't you fuckin' move.

Grab him! Let's go.

Stay right fucking there, okay?

You fucking move,
I'll blow your fucking head off.

Regular-working White girl.

Now do your thing.

We have two devices
for two locations,

set three blocks apart.

Mae West completes her device
in the administration building,

Perfidia and I take the courthouse.

Bombs are planted,

devices are detonated by remote
at 7 p.m. after hours.

From here on in,
it's one battle after another.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to do your worst.

You can blow up anything you want,

it doesn't make any difference to me.

I want my hat.

And my gun.

If you wanna keep doing
what you're doing,

you'll meet me
at the Primrose Path, 2300.

♪ Soldier boy ♪

♪ Oh, my little soldier boy ♪

♪ I'll be true to you ♪

♪ You were my first love... ♪

-Can we go slowly?
-Shh.

Wanna take my shoes off.

-Shut... up.
-Uh-huh.

Shh.

You're gonna let me go, right?

-Yes, ma'am!
-Yeah.

♪ For I'll be true to you ♪

Holy shit!

Bitch, I felt like Tony Montana!

Yeah!

Fuck!

-Yes!
-It's cathartic.

This pussy right here...

-That one?
-What's it for?

-Um... Fun!
-War! Bitch.

-Nah.
-Oh.

The pussy ain't for fun.
This is the fun.

The guns is the fuckin' fun.

Pussy is the fucking weapon.

I mean...

I see it.

A White-bred, philistine,
asshole corporate culture,

whose only end is to perfect
the science of advertising.

But I ain't gonna hold ya, bitch.

If he treats me different after I drop

this motherfucker thing
inside my stomach, bitch,

we gonna have a fuckin' problem.

-Kill him, too.
-Bae, stop.

I'll kill him dead!

Before he beats me!

What the fuck? That...

It's like she doesn't even
realize she's pregnant.

Some other
white chocolate daddy over there

and all this shit.

-You right.
-You feel me? No...

Okay, so put one up and down.

-Okay.
-Okay, so that means...

-I'm the house.
-Okay, yeah.

You know, you are
so unsuitable for my daughter.

Me?

Yeah, you.

And that's hilarious.

I don't...

My child comes
from a whole line of revolutionaries.

And you look so lost.

She's a runner, and you a stump.

What are you gonna do
about this baby? Hm?

No, I just,
I wanna feel seen and loved and...

I fuckin' carried her nine months.

And now he can just,
gets to fuckin' walk around...

and just swoonin' all fuckin' day.

It's like she's his only girl.

Like, I just no longer exist.
I'm just a fuckin' piece of meat.

And sometimes, I feel crazy,
'cause I'm just like...

am I weird for being jealous of my baby?

I don't fuckin' feel seen.
I don't feel love.

I feel fuckin' ugly. My nipples hurt.

I can barely fucking produce milk.

I'm not okay.

Baby, where do you think
you're goin', huh?

-Where you goin' like that?
-Stop talkin' to me.

I go as I please.

You realize that
we're a family now, right?

You don't have to do this anymore.

You realize I put myself first, right?
And that's what you scared of.

We have her now.

You do get that, right?

I put myself first,
and I reject your lack of originality.

God, my lack of originality.
Will you stop with all this bullshit?

Would you stop it?
We're a goddamn family.

You have her to take care of.

Where the hell
do you think you're goin'?

It's okay, baby.

It's okay, baby.
It's okay. It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

This is a new consciousness.

-New consciousness?
-Yeah.

I'm not your udder buddy.

I'm not your mother.

You want your power over me,

the same reason you want
your power over the world.

You and your crumblin' male ego

will never do this revolution like me.

Fuck outta here.

Do the revolution, baby.
Go do it.

You got a baby?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Male? Female?

She's a girl.

What's her name?

Charlene.

Charlene.

Sounds like a Black girl's name.

You like Black girls?

I love 'em.

I love them!

-Get on your knees.
-Get on your fuckin' knees.

-Don't move.
-Now!

Good job.

Get your noses
in the carpet.

My name is Junglepussy.

This is what power looks like.

-Put it in.
-See my face?

Put it there.

-This some Set It Off shit.
-Hands up. Put your hands up.

-I don't want you.
-Put your hands up.

I just want your money.

Your money pays
for my artillery, my supplies,

my transportation,
my dynamite, my message.

I am what Black Power looks like.

See my face?

See my face!

I'm the French 75!

Stop moving.

Stop fucking moving.

Stop fuckin' moving, man.

All right, go.

Cuff the left arm, please.

This department
doesn't do any special favors,

especially for Black girls.

You're a killer,
and that's the least of it.

You'll do 30, 40 years in prison.

It's too bad you don't know
anybody with sway.

You can save me.

Because you're in love with me.

Yes.

And you can't live without me.

Can you hold me?

I can give you the embrace

of the federal government.

You've gotta tell me
where they are, and name names.

Don't do this.

You have to name names,
or you're gonna go to prison.

Miss Minnie,

do you have a car seat or a carrier?

No, no, no, baby.

These are two scanners that I've made.

This one plays Melody A.

-This one plays Melody B.
-Uh-huh.

Together, they go off
within 200 or 300 yards of each other,

they sync up,
they'll play a main melody.

-Main melody.
-Okay? Somebody else has one of these,

you both know the tune,
you'll be able to find each other.

-This is a trust device.
-Right.

Okay? Rule of thumb
with these scanners,

find somebody else out there
and they happen to have one of these,

trust them with your life, okay?

I'm not passing these out
to just anybody.

-She might be hungry.
-I need some towels.

Miss Minnie,
can you get me some towels?

Yeah. All right.

Okay. What's wrong?

I know. We're going.

-Get a phone or don't...
-If you gotta get a cell, make it 1G.

The early analogue stuff,

they don't scan
those frequencies anymore.

You'll be fine.
Otherwise, no phones.

-Okay.
-If the towers are up,

we're gonna be able to find
each other in any case.

-All right.
-Memorize everything in this envelope.

Burn it when you're done.

You don't go to Baktan Cross right away.

You go to Denver first.
You spend a week in Denver.

While you're in Denver,
plant those decoys.

When that's all clear
and that job is done,

then you go on to Baktan Cross.

These are the new names and socials.

Right, so who are
we supposed to be here?

You are Bob and Willa Ferguson.

It's a mother and son who died
in childbirth last month.

So we're pretending to be dead folks?

If you wanna think about it
that way, yes,

but there are bigger deaths
down the line if we don't do this.

I want you to think
big picture here, all right?

-Right. Right.
-This is bigger than you or I.

This is bigger than the original
Bob and Willa Ferguson, okay?

Guys, you better hurry up.

Yeah.

Welcome to the world, Bob.

Let's go! Big picture.

Got it. Yeah.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

You're safe.

-I gotta go. I'm sorry, okay?
-Okay.

-I know you do, but...
-I'm sorry.

I know, but you not sure
you wanna let her stay with us?

-I gotta go, I gotta go!
-I know, I know.

But travel in grace.
Oh, my God.

Here. Hold her.

-All right, I got her, I got her.
-Thanks.

-Come on, baby girl, come on.
-Watch her head.

All right.

-Love you.
-I love you.

-Take care.
-Stay safe.

Okay.

Home sweet home.

We've been through all this before,

but I've gotta go through it
one more time.

No contact ever with anyone
from Josie and the Pussycats

or any of your former associates.

No family. No friends.

Don't commit any crimes.

You will testify
when we need you to testify.

Look, first order of business,
find a job.

Pay your bills.

-You good?
-Mm-hmm.

Welcome
to mainstream America.

Every revolution
begins fightin' demons

but motherfuckers just end up
fightin' themselves.

Hands up!
Put your hands up over your head!

She's in the back!

Get your hands up!
Higher!

For valor in the line of duty

and bringing justice
to the vigilante group

known as the French 75,

we are here to award Steven J. Lockjaw

with the Bedford-Forrest Medal of Honor.

Sixteen years later,

the world had changed very little.

You're not breathing.

Let's do it again.

♪ Times are hard
You're afraid to pay the fee... ♪

♪ So you find yourself somebody... ♪

♪ When you need a bit of lovin'... ♪

♪ That's the time you get me runnin' ♪

♪ And you know I'll be around ♪

♪ I'm a fool to do your dirty work ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I don't wanna do
Your dirty work... ♪

♪ I'm a fool to do your dirty work ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Light the candle
Put the lock upon the door... ♪

♪ You have sent the maid home early ♪

♪ Like a thousand times before... ♪

♪ Like the castle in its corner... ♪

♪ In a medieval game ♪

♪ I foresee terrible trouble... ♪

-History class?
-Mm-hmm.

Teachin' the right kind
of history, I hope.

Lincoln.

Mm-hmm.

I see you got
all the greats here, huh?

Oh, yeah.

What were his intentions?

Got Teddy Roosevelt over there.
You got...

Hope you teach about
the Philippines and all that.

We don't get all
into the details just yet,

-but we don't hide from them, either.
-You should.

You should.
Gotta tell the truth.

And then you got
the Grand Wizard over there, right?

-Mr. Benjamin Franklin.
-Mm.

Forefather.

-Hm?
-Mm.

Fuckin' slave owner.

You... I'm afraid you can't do that
here in the classroom.

-Fuckin' slave owners everywhere.
-Thanks.

Um...

Well, overall, to get into it,

Willa's doing really great.

Mm.

She's a confident leader.

-Mm-hmm.
-She works hard.

You can tell that she actually cares
about being a good student, you know?

She enters class each day
ready to work, full of energy.

The other students
really admire her, um...

Are you okay?

If I get emotional, it's just um...

-tears of joy, that's all.
-Oh.

I see this is very emotional for you.

I don't know...

You know, Willa grew up without her mom.

Her mom died
when she was very young.

Oh. I see.

Hm.

So Willa never
knew her mother?

No. She never did.

That can be very hard
on a young woman.

Sir, I have Lieutenant Skinner here
to speak with you.

What do you got, Skinner?

Sir, Deputy Director of Progress
has orders to speak to you, sir.

Your transportation is set
for 1800 hours, sir.

You know what this is about, Skinner?

-No, sir, I'm...
-Well, I think I do.

That'll be all, Lieutenant.

Welcome, Colonel.
Please follow me.

Have somebody tell my wife
I'll be down in a few minutes.

Colonel Lockjaw,
thanks for coming.

Sandy, great to see you.

Let me introduce you
to Virgil Throckmorton.

-Virgil, Colonel Steve Lockjaw.
-Steve Lockjaw.

-How do you do, Colonel?
-My pleasure, sir.

Yeah, I'm sorry about all the espionage
at the back entrance.

My daughter's getting married
and dress was formal.

So, we didn't want you
to feel out of place.

Perfectly understandable, sir.

Please, sit.

Shane Mitchell sends a hello.

The big dog.
He still building out that garage?

The construction project
that never ends.

I'm sure he'll get it done.
Will you give him my best?

-Will do.
-Thank you.

How was your journey
from Rio Duarte?

Fine, sir.

You're doing great work down there.

Thank you very much, sir.

Each and every day
is hand-to-hand combat

in the spread
of uncontrolled migration, isn't it?

-Yes, it is, sir.
-Yeah.

Well, "You wanna save the planet,
you start with immigration."

That's exactly right, sir.

You said that.

A few years back,
after Squatting Pebble.

Ah.

I understand you've expressed
an interest in us.

Yes, sir, I have.

And does it honor you to be considered
for membership in our club?

It's a very deep honor, sir.
Yes, it is.

Steve, we have, in the past,

offered membership
to certain members of the military.

We found their tactical
battlefield expertise

to be quite useful.

Now, our aim and your aim is the same.

To find dangerous lunatics,

haters, and punk trash
and stop them.

No more lunatics.

Mm.

Now, I'm not sure
if you've heard or not,

but Jim Kringle passed away.

Oh, I did hear that, yes.

This means an opening.

-Mm.
-Colonel,

I don't think I'm being immodest
when I say

that joining
the Christmas Adventurers Club

means that you are a superior man.

No, not the best man,
not the most intelligent,

the most sophisticated,
or the wisest.

It just means that you are superior
to other human beings,

and you shall never want for riches

or the greatest of friends.

Now, we report to ourselves
with a freedom to be creative

and cut through layers of bureaucracy.

We live by the Golden Rule,

in a network
of like-minded men and women

dedicated to makin' the world
safe and pure.

What would you say
to someone who believes

that you have been soft
in your duty to racial purification?

I would say they are a liar
who has no business in society.

Or on the planet, for that matter. Mm.

-Do you presently live with a spouse?
-No, sir.

Have you ever consulted
with a mental health professional?

No, sir.

Have you ever had any bills or debts
turned over to a collection agency?

Mm. Well, I did purchase a jet ski.

It was an evolution
of the old Hummingbird Whisperdoo 238.

Called the Dynamite Dolphin 335.

It was defective.

I abstained from payment.
I'd do it again. I have no regrets.

Okay.

Have you ever knowingly engaged

in any acts of terrorism
against this country?

No, sir.

Have you ever engaged
in an interracial relationship?

No, sir.

And you are
American-born by gentile?

Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm.

Now, to avoid any misunderstanding,

we require absolute secrecy
through the initiation process

to judge how serious
and unselfish you are.

-You understand?
-Mm-hmm.

And to be considered to a vote,

you must submit
to a voluntary vulnerability study.

This identifies anything problematic
in your character.

What could be a problem?

I don't know.
What could be a problem?

Absolutely nothing.

We wanna know
who we're standing with.

Sure.

Now, it's a Double Yankee
White Inquisitions Completum.

So if you have any doubt
as to your ability

to qualify in body or character

as a member
of the Christmas Adventurers Club,

now you have an opportunity to say so.

-Do you wish to withdraw?
-No, sir.

Do you submit yourself?

Yes, sir. I submit myself.

Very well, then.

Now Sandy and I have
to get down to cut the cake.

Oh.

Congratulations
on your daughter's wedding.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

-Steve.
-Thank you, sir. Thank you, Sandy.

Maybe starting
to see how corrupt to the core

this whole fucking charade is.

This great, noble experiment
in self-government.

Bought and sold by billionaires.
The Davos crowd.

Openly racist, fucking Bell Curve Nazis.

It's bedtime for democracy, comrades.
Good night.

So you're feeling like maybe
your mind is starting to erode? Good.

B-Q-W-5-L-P-A, go ahead.

This is happening on the ground
through coordinated effort,

and strategic lines of resistance...

every day, working
through dedicated teamwork

to take it directly
to the capitalist overlords,

who are extracting value from your life

this very second.

Go ahead.

What, you think this is Facebook?

This is gonna happen
on your Instagram?

It's gonna happen
on a hashtag somewhere?

I think not.

And don't forget, while you're doing it,

that this is a nation that gives asylum.

Don't think they're separate.

Don't break them apart.
They're not...

What the fuck?

"QST, QST, QST!"

Attention, all sanctuary stations.

Billy Goat is in the wind.

Repeat, Billy Goat is in the wind.

Implement plan Snap, Crackle, Pop.

Repeat, plan Snap, Crackle, Pop.

"Repeat, implement
plan Snap, Crackle, Pop."

QST, QST, QST!

Attention, all sanctuary stations.

Billy Goat is in the wind.

Repeat, Billy Goat is in the wind.

Implement plan Snap, Crackle, Pop.

Repeat, plan Snap, Crackle, Pop.

What's up, my man?
You got my guy?

Any SSE in the car?

-No.
-No?

Come here, dirt bag.

Howard Sommerville.

-How are you?
-Good.

The French 75.

The Resistance.

The Gringo Coyote?

Billy Goat?

-Done your homework.
-Mm-hmm.

Good. Take a look around.
Take it all in.

Do you need anything?

-I'm fine.
-A drink?

I'm okay.

You're still alive.
That's a good sign, right?

Seem to be.

Yeah.
Do you know why you're still alive?

-You tell me.
-I will tell you.

I need you to tell me
where Baby Charlene is,

what's her name, where does she live?

I need to know
where The Rocket Man lives.

I need to know his name.

-Okay.
-Ghetto Pat.

Okay. I can cooperate.

Their names are Fred Flintstone
and Arthur Fonzarelli

and their address is Alpha Centauri.

I love it. I love it.

Motherfucker's sittin' on plastic
in a container, he's still got jokes.

I just want you
to know that I'm not scared.

I appreciate that.

If I was in your shoes,
I wouldn't be scared, either.

I just don't know if your sister
would feel that way.

What's his sister's name?

Pamela.

Oh, no more jokes?

What are their names
and where do they live?

Their names are Bob and Willa Ferguson.

They're up in Baktan Cross.

Baktan Cross.

Make me a reason
to deploy in that town.

-Drugs and tacos.
-Got it.

And get all the intel
on the gathering spots,

the hotspots for teenyboppers.

On it.

Shep.

Shep. Hey, come here, come here.

Where'd you...

Come, come with me. How ya doin'?

Get it!

Shep!

Shep.

Shep.

Gentlemen, this is Operation Boot Heel.

Our AO is Baktan Cross.

This is a sanctuary city
full of thousands of wet 'n stinkies.

We have a TST operation
to capture two HVIs.

Adult male, Bob Ferguson.

Female juvenile, Willa Ferguson,
age 16, the daughter.

We bag-and-tag the male.
We apprehend the female.

Intel update.

Baktan High School dance today, 1800.

Grades nine through 12.

Break, break, break,
net call one-three.

We're gonna split the team.
Cell One to the high school.

Cell Two to the residence with me.

Good evening, gentlemen.
Special Agent Toejam.

Our main target tonight is

Rimhorn's Chicken Lickin'
Frozen Food Farm.

HUMINT reporting has led us to believe
Chicken Lickin' is a front

for a large-scale heroin distribution
operation within the AO.

BTR, your main effort,

you are tasked
with the clearing and securing

of Chicken Lickin' Frozen Food Farm
in order to destroy

heroin distribution operations
within the AO.

Simultaneously,
local law enforcement,

you will clear
and secure Blatski's Tires,

Raliberto's Mexican Restaurant
on Old California Road,

Tiburón's Taco Shack
in the Baktan Mall,

and the gas station
on J and Boiler Street.

This is a sanctuary city
for thousands of wet bodies.

Expect the local populace
to be sympathetic and supportive

to the criminal organizations
we are targeting tonight, gentlemen.

Thank you.

You're hungover,
and you got home at 3:00 in the morning.

Where were you?

Where, what?
This isn't even warm, sweetie.

Where were you?

Where was I? I was...

Well, I specifically told you
where I was.

You asked me that.
I told you where I was.

I was at the Rustic Inn
with the old band.

You remember our old band, right?

The old band, sweetie.

A Block Past Normal.
You remember Albert?

Yeah.

Turns out, Albert bought
all this old equipment

from Steely Dan's old studio

to try to get that sort of vintage,
you know,

that sort of crackling tube sound.

You don't need any of
that stuff anymore.

He brought out a computer program.

Boom, with the press of a button...

How'd you get home?

What do you mean?

-How did you get home?
-Well, with my car.

You drove?

So what are you, my babysitter?
What, what, what...

-Yeah.
-I know how to drink and drive, honey.

I know what I'm doin'.

-I didn't have that much.
-Dad.

What? What?

What?

I don't wanna be your babysitter.

I don't wanna worry
if you wrapped your car

around a telephone pole.

-Well, I didn't wrap my...
-I didn't ask for this.

That's just how the cards
were rolled out for me.

-It's "dice," sweetie.
-What?

It's not "cards."
You don't roll cards. It's dice.

Fuck off, Bob.
Just fuck off with that, okay?

Grow up.

Wow. Okay.

Well, you... Look.

I like the way
you're standin' up for yourself.

I'm proud of ya, honey,

but the way you, uh,

speak to your father sometimes,
it's just...

I don't know. You're right.

You should tell me
what you think, always.

Never hold anything back from me.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You're right.
That's somethin' I gotta remember.

And I fuck up sometimes.

Whoa. Who's this? Who's that?

-Who is that?
-They're just my friends.

And they just, they have
a red car like that, just drivin'...

Little loud, don't you think?

It's just a car.

And you told 'em
they could do that?

-Yes.
-Told 'em to come to the house?

Yes!

Now, who's the one with the lipstick?

What's that one's name?

-Bobo.
-Bobo.

Now, is that a he
or a she or a they?

Dad, come on.

No, are they transitioning?
I wanna know if...

They're nonbinary.

Okay, I just wanna be polite.
All right.

It's not that hard! "They, them."

And who's this little fuckin' freak
at the door?

Probably Bluto.

They're just comin'
to my house like this, huh?

-Yes!
-All right.

Is that your date to the dance?

-My friend.
-Okay.

You're not goin' anywhere with
your goddamn friend until you take it.

Take it!

-Yep. Put it in your pocket.
-I don't wanna put it in my pocket.

Put it in your garter
or whatever you got.

My fucking garter?

What? Mother...

-What's up, homie?
-Hey, how's it goin'?

-You cool?
-Yeah.

-I was just here to pick up Willa.
-Yeah, yeah.

You normally knock that loud
at somebody's house like that?

-Uh, yeah.
-Yeah, give us a sec, homie.

Put it in... You got a purse?

This is non-negotiable!
Put it in your purse!

Nobody's coming to get you, Bob.
You know that, right?

That's what you think.

What's up, guys?
You guys cool?

-You guys hangin'?
-Yep.

Goin' to the dance?

Yeah, it's cool.

Listen,
I'm gonna tell you somethin',

whatever you do to her,
I'm gonna do that exact same thing

to your entire fuckin' family.

-I'm not fuckin' around.
-Wait, what?

-Dad?
-I'm just tellin' ya.

We're talkin' about freedom, baby.

We're talkin' about freedom.

Freedom's a funny thing,
isn't it?

When ya have it, you...
you don't appreciate it,

and when you miss it, it's gone.

-It's just gone. Poof!
-Okay.

There's a quinoa casserole
with Frosted Flakes in the oven.

-Don't leave it on.
-Got it.

-Have fun, homie.
-All right.

All right, cool.

Let go of him.

Yo!

-Yeah?
-Not you, ese.

Her, I'm talkin' to her.
Get in the fuckin' car.

Say it.

Say it, baby.

Love you, Bob.

Love you, too.

Fuckin' freaks.

Does anyone have a charger?
My phone's dead.

No. I love your skirt.

-Thank you. I love your dress.
-Thanks.

Your dad's aggro, bro.

He's fuckin' paranoid, okay?

Okay.

♪ Hoes ♪

♪ Callin' a young
Sheck Wes' phone ♪

♪ Where's Ali with
The motherfuckin' dough ♪

By the tennis court.

-Wait, who got that video?
-And...

No. That's not even the best part.

-And she literally threw up on it.
-Oops. Sorry.

-What?
-Yes!

Wait, do you think
someone out there

has a video of that?

-Wait. I bet they do.
-Wait.

We need to go find Tom and Ron.

Baby, don't be scared.

All right?
Now, I'm gonna say it.

"Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies
and Hooterville Junction."

Come on, baby,
say it back to me.

"Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies,

Hooterville Junction."

"Will no longer be
so goddamn relevant."

"And women will not care

if Dick finally got down with Jane
on Search for Tomorrow."

"Because Black people
will be in the streets..."

"Looking for a brighter day."

"The revolution
will not be televised."

My dad said if anyone said
that shit to me

to trust 'em with my life.

All right, right now, you need to.

'Cause you're in trouble, Willa.
All right?

Now, there's an SOS signal out.

I am here to help.

But we have to leave here right away.

Look, I knew your mom
and your dad.

I know you have a lot of questions,
and I'll answer 'em later,

but right now, we have to roll.

-Will you leave here with me?
-Where?

Anywhere but here.

'Kay.

Okay. You have to stay by my side,
and you have to do exactly as I say.

-Do you understand?
-Yes, ma'am.

-Do you have a phone on you?
-No.

All right.
Come on, baby, let's go.

♪ Oh don't you dare look back ♪

♪ Just keep your eyes on me ♪

♪ I said, "You're holding back" ♪

♪ She said
"Shut up and dance with me" ♪

Wait, what about my dad?

He'll know what to do.
He trained for this.

Oh, God. Come on.

Come on, baby, come on!

Go, go, go, go, go!

One-Three-Echo,
One-Three-Delta.

Lights, music.

"I swear to God,
I don't know."

I swear to God...

if you do know, we can save that girl.

The girl didn't do anything,
and I don't know.

I don't know where he is.

If I knew where he was, I would
tell you. I don't know where he is.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Where is he?

Save yourself, go to prison,

I'll take it to the Colonel,
you save the girl.

Those are your options.
You're in a lose-lose,

maybe-save-your-life position.

You should put on more makeup
to make yourself look better.

You go to a dance, you make an effort.

You put on more makeup.

Why is your shirt so tight?

I'm not gay,
if that's what you're sayin'.

I didn't say that.

I'm not a homosexual.

I did not say that,

but I see the lifts in your shoes.

Oh, you are a smartass.
You... Oh, yeah, yeah.

You just, you're just a little princess,
aren't you?

Smart mouth. Like your mother.

Your mother had a smart mouth,
and I buried her.

Are you having trouble
remembering what you just read?

If it's a straight line,
I have a problem.

If it's not, you have to let me go.

God, there's no way I'm actually yours,
'cause I can actually fucking read.

You shut up.
Just shut up!

You fucking mutt!

Uh-oh.

Get my vehicle.

Put my kid in the car.

Just never thought this fucker
would come back for us, you know?

I got lazy, man.
I wasn't payin' attention.

I thought the person comin'
through that door one day

was gonna be her mom,
not this fuckin' asshole.

Hm.

See her daughter, you know,
she'd teach her girl stuff,

she'd do her hair, she'd...

be a mom.

I can't do her hair, man.

You know that?

I don't know how to do her hair right.

Well...

Don't go dark on me, Bob.

I won't.

I'm here. I'm here.

Bring it down, bro.

Motherfucker.

Here he comes.

Put this in your backpack.

Guess this is the end of the line, huh?

Not for you.

Ocean waves. Ocean waves.

I gotta ditch you, Kemosabe.

-What?
-You gotta hit it on foot.

-On foot?
-Yeah.

Here we go.

I'm gonna turn at this gas station,
I'm gonna slow down,

and you tuck and roll.
I'll take it from there.

Unbuckle and get ready.

-Tuck and roll.
-Yeah.

Okay.

-You know what freedom is?
-What?

No fear.

Just like Tom fuckin' Cruise.

Okay. Jump on four. One...

Two...

Give me the gun!

Three...

Go! Go!

Four!

Slow down!

Go! Four, Bob!

Go, four!

Get up! We're leaving.

Making up for lost time?
Little daddy-daughter games?

Daddy-daughter games?

I am a Christmas Adventurer!

Do you know what that is?

No!

I have a higher calling.

It is a higher honor than having you.

Contact, contact! 12 o'clock!

I loved her, in case you were wonderin'.

Best goddamn-looking witch I ever saw.

Shut up.

Yeah, she was possessed.

-Shut the fuck up.
-She was insane.

Like you. You have it in you.

I smelled it from within her,

and I can smell it from within you.

She was a fucking rat.

She was a warrior,
a righteous warrior of freedom!

And she fought the weak!

She was a fucking rat!

Huh? Huh?

You should respect your mother
and your father both.

Poke your fuckin' eyes out.

Avanti.

How's the bounty business?

It's all right.
How's it with you?

Things could be better.

It's not one thing,
it's a-fuckin'-nother.

Do you find that to be true?

Anyway...

I need to dispose of this one.

Who is it?

Murder suspect. Wetback half-breed.

Involved in narco cartels.
Nobody that will be missed.

That's a kid. I don't do kids.

Kids do bad shit.

Why don't you do it?

I can't do it. I'm busy.
So who can do it?

Well, get Erik Garrow to do it.

I don't want Erik Garrow to do it.

I'll pay you double your daily rate,
get this done.

I don't give a shit. I'm not doin' it.

All right.

You know the 1776,

about five miles outside Del Rio
by Walter's Landing?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

You get her to them,
I'll pay you your daily rate.

Smart aleck.

You got no manners, God damn it!

You weren't raised right!

You see that?!

You see that?!

That's what your mother brought up.

Get... there.

Kick all the way.
Yeah, go ahead, kick!

Kick, kick!

I'm sorry it had to end this way.

If you had any manners,
we might have gotten to know each other.

Little bitch child.

Bitch child.

All goddamn witches...

Where the fuck
are you taking me, asshole?

Someone gonna come by lookin' for you?

I said, is someone gonna
come by lookin' for you?

Yeah.

They're gonna find me,
and they're gonna fuck you up.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Come on.

Fuck! Fuck!

Hola, hola.

Head.

All right, lift your shirt
and turn around.

Put your hands on top of your head.

All right, let's go to work.

Do not move.
Do you have any weapons on you, sir?

No, sir.

Why are you running from us?

Had a long day, ma'am.

You didn't see the lights back there?

Yes, I did.

What did you toss out of the vehicle?

'Scuse me?

What did you toss
out of the vehicle back there?

-Trash.
-You sure about that?

Yes, ma'am.

You been drinking today?

-I've had a few.
-A few what?

Few small beers.

There you are.

I see you.

I see you.

I got you, motherfucker, I got you.

Faster, you fuckin' piece of shit! Go!

Who's this asshole?

What do you want?

Is that from Lockjaw?

We got a body.

Copy, copy.

Thanks, wagon-burner.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

God damn it.

Fuck. Fuck!

Hey, fuckstick, what are ya doin'?

Hey, Red, I know you hear me.

That firewater's
got you fuckin' retarded.

Oh, God.

"Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies,

and Hooterville Junction!

Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies,

and Hooterville Junction!

"Green..."

Willa!

Fuck.

Please, please. Okay. Okay.

Fuck!

"Green Acres,
Beverly Hillbillies,

and Hooterville Junction!"

What?!

"Green Acres,
Beverly Hillbillies,

and Hooterville Junction!"

I don't know...

Say it!

Willa?

Willa!

"Green Acres,
Beverly Hillbillies",

-and Hooterville Junction!"
-No, no, no, baby, it's me.

Willa, it's...

"Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies,
and Hooterville Junction!"

Okay! Okay!

It's your dad, Willa!

"Will no longer be
so goddamn relevant." Look at me.

Who are you?

It's your dad!

Look at me.

It's okay. It's okay.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Are you okay?
Come on. Go to the car. Go!

Let's go. Let's go.

Oh, my God.

You're okay now. You're okay.

Do you know a Black militant

by the name of Perfidia Beverly Hills?

-Yes, I do.
-Uh-huh.

And was she a member of the rebel group
known as the French 75?

-She was.
-Yeah.

Colonel Lockjaw...

did you engage in a romantic
relationship with this woman?

Gentlemen...

I have engaged the enemy
face-to-face in battle.

And in the dark alleys
and shadows of espionage.

I was once raped in reverse.

Raped in reverse?

Could you explain how that might work
for us, Colonel Lockjaw?

The enemy employed deception.
I was drugged.

And while unconscious...

my brain was not working.

But my power was,
and I believe it was taken advantage of.

What kind of proof do you have?

If you were unconscious,
how do you know this to be true?

I don't know it to be true,
but I suspect it.

When I awoke, there was sensitivity
in a private place,

and there was some residue
of an interaction.

Interaction?

I believe she was a sperm thief.

A semen demon.

That's correct.

Colonel Lockjaw,

what would be the purpose
of the enemy raping you in reverse?

They saw the power of my mind and body.

They desired it.

Congratulations, Steve.

You're a Christmas Adventurer.

Oh, Mommy. Thank you, sir.

Let me show you around
southwest headquarters.

-Sure.
-Should we go for a walk?

Yes, sir.

First stop on the tour, your new office.

Oh, my.

You know, if I'm being honest, Sandy,

there was a minute there where
I didn't think I was gonna make it.

Lockjaw, we're lucky to have you.

Now, obviously, goes without saying,

this is just one place
where you can hang your hat,

take meetings,
stow a few personal items.

We like our members to feel
they have a home away from home,

any time, day or night.

That's a fine idea.

Now, it's empty right now,
but we'll let you personalize it.

A man's taste defines him, doesn't it?

It does indeed, sir.

And here we are.

Suite 55.

Look at that view.

Would you look at that?

-May I?
-Absolutely.

Damn it. I forgot your keys.

Wait here, I'll just grab 'em
from my office.

Yes, sir.

I've been holding on
to something for a while now

and I wanted to give it to you.

Okay?

And I didn't give it
to you before because I...

I just didn't wanna
expose you to certain stuff.

You know, I didn't want you to feel...

sad or confused about it.

I don't know.
I don't know what I wanted. I wanted...

I wanted to protect you.

From all your mom's shit.

From all my shit.

I just, I suppose I wanted to be the one

that you came to for help, right?

You know, the one,

the cool dad
that you could say anything to.

Even though I know that's impossible.

But I don't want...

I don't wanna lie to you
about anything anymore.

And I've been holdin' on to somethin'

for a couple years now
and I just wanna...

I just wanna give it to you.

Okay, I'm gonna share this with you

and if you wanna see it, you can see it.

Do you wanna see it?

I don't know what it is, Dad.

-You don't know what it is?
-No.

It's a letter.

It's a letter from your mom.

Is it for me or for you?

It's for you.

You wanna go read it alone?

Go ahead.

Dear Charlene...

Hello from the other side
of the shadows.

I don't mean to shock you,

but I've been contemplatin'
writin' you for a long time.

I often wake up and I find it
completely crazy how

and why I am where I am today.

And disconnected from my family.

I pretended my whole life.

I pretended to be strong...

pretended to be dead.

Is it too late for us,
after all my lies?

Are you happy?

Do you have love?

What will you do when you get older?

Will you try to change
the world, like I did?

We failed.

But maybe you will not.

Maybe you will be the one
who puts the world right.

I think of you every single day...

every single day.

And I wish I had been strong
for the both of us.

I know someday...

when it's right and it's safe...

you will find me.

Please send a kiss to your dad...

my Ghetto Pat.

Love, your mom, Perfidia.

How do I get
this flash to work?

It's not gettin' my face.

Huh?

I don't know how to get it...
to get my face.

Swipe up,
and then there's a lightning bolt.

And then on there, it says,
"Flash auto on and off."

No.

Well, if you push the...

There's a little...

There's a little circle
on the bottom right side.

Click that.

Okay. Or take it with the back.

I guess that's fine.

-QST, QST.
-I gotta press the circle.

This is N6EDG,
the Whiskey Sour in Oakland.

QST signal from
the Whiskey Sour in Oakland.

Did they say Oakland?

Yeah.

Repeat, MKU raids in progress.

Meeting point for protesters
is Lincoln Park.

QST, this is the Whiskey Sour.

All hands on deck. N6EDG.

You know, Oakland's
a three-and-a-half-hour drive from here.

Yeah.

You know that's far, right?

Well, it's raining out.

Hey!

Be careful.

I won't.

♪ Well, she was an American girl ♪

♪ Raised on promises ♪

♪ She couldn't help thinkin'
That there ♪

♪ Was a little more to life ♪

♪ Somewhere else ♪

♪ After all
It was a great big world ♪

♪ With lots of places to run to ♪

♪ Yeah, and if she had to die tryin' ♪

♪ She had one little promise ♪

♪ She was gonna keep ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Take it easy, baby ♪

♪ Make it last all night ♪

♪ She was an American girl ♪

♪ Well, it was kind of cold
That night ♪

♪ She stood alone on her balcony ♪

♪ Yeah, she could hear
The cars roll by ♪

♪ Out on Four Forty-one ♪

♪ Like waves crashin' on the beach ♪

♪ And for one desperate moment there ♪

♪ He crept back in her memory ♪

♪ God, it's so painful ♪

♪ Something that's so close ♪

♪ And still so far out of reach ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Take it easy, baby ♪

♪ Make it last all night ♪

♪ She was an American girl ♪

♪ Oh-huh-huh ♪

♪ Oh-huh-huh ♪

♪ You will not be able
To stay home, brother ♪

♪ You will not be able to plug in ♪

♪ Turn on and cop out ♪

♪ You will not be able
To lose yourself on skag ♪

♪ And skip out for beer
During commercials because ♪

♪ The revolution
Will not be televised ♪

♪ There will be no pictures of pigs ♪

♪ Shooting down brothers
On the instant replay ♪

♪ There will be no pictures of pigs ♪

♪ Shooting down brothers
On the instant replay ♪

♪ There will be no pictures
Of Whitney Young ♪

♪ Being run out of Harlem on a rail ♪

♪ With a brand new process ♪

♪ There will be no slow motion
Or still lifes of Roy Wilkins ♪

♪ Strolling through Watts ♪

♪ In a red, black
And green liberation jumpsuit ♪

♪ That he has been saving
For just the proper occasion ♪

♪ Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies
And Hooterville Junction ♪

♪ Will no longer be so damn relevant ♪

♪ And women will not care
If Dick finally got down with Jane ♪

♪ On Search for Tomorrow ♪

♪ Because Black people
Will be in the street ♪

♪ Looking for a brighter day ♪

♪ The revolution
Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution
Will not be televised ♪

♪ Will not be televised
Will not be televised ♪

♪ Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution will be
No re-run, brothers ♪

♪ The revolution will be live ♪

♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen ♪

♪ Let nothing you dismay ♪

♪ Remember Christ our savior ♪

♪ Was born on Christmas day ♪

♪ To save us all from Satan's power ♪

♪ When we were gone astray ♪

♪ Oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪

♪ Comfort and joy ♪

♪ Oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪

♪ From God our heavenly father ♪

♪ A blessed angel came ♪

♪ And unto certain shepherds ♪

♪ Brought tidings of the same ♪

♪ How bad in Bethlehem was born ♪

♪ The son of God by name ♪

♪ Oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪

♪ Comfort and joy ♪

♪ Oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪

♪ Now to the Lord sing praises ♪

♪ All you within this place ♪

♪ And with true love and brotherhood ♪

♪ Each other now embrace ♪

♪ This holy tide of Christmas ♪

♪ All others doth deface ♪

♪ Oh tidings of comfort and joy ♪

♪ Comfort and joy ♪

♪ Oh tidings of comfort ♪

♪ And joy ♪