Original subtitles

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

Man: Generations upon generations have sacrificed...

so that generations upon generations may... prosper.

♪ ♪

(keypad beeping, trilling)

(whirring)

(keypad beeps, trills)

(beeps, trills)

♪ ♪

(tableware clinking)

(monitor pings)

Woman (in British accent): Good evening, Keir.

Good evening, Agnes.

How are your nerves in regards

to the Generations Ceremony at 0800?

I'm fine, Agnes.

Agnes: That's good to hear.

You still haven't selected your Celebration meal.

What's the point of that?

Keir, you know the Celebration meal is a tradition.

(scoffs)

(water running)

(water stops)

(children laughing)

(chattering playfully)

Gotcha!

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(monitor pings)

Agnes: Is something wrong, Keir?

No... Agnes.

Agnes: That's good to hear.

Agnes, why... this type of room?

Agnes: I'm afraid I'm unable to answer that, Keir.

Did they test other rooms?

Agnes: They did.

♪ ♪

(monitor pings)

Agnes: I don't understand why you insist on reading

the same book over and over again.

I could provide you with a tablet

that would give you access to thousands of fiction and nonfiction books.

I like this one.

(rhythmic scraping)

Woman: Keir, you have a visitor.

(alarm beeping)

Oh shoot. I need to make my rounds.

I'll be back in a few hours after my shift.

Keir: Bye, Mom.

(door closes)

You want to see something cool?

Don't tell.

Check this out.

-What's it do? -Just wait.

(whirring)

(beeps, alarm blaring)

(Keir gasps, mutters)

Keir's Mother (muffled): So this, these rooms,

they were all for you and the other children.

The mission is bigger than any of us.

It's more important than you or me

or Ryoko and her family, but it's gonna be worth it.

It's hard to see now, but it will be.

And when you grow up, it's going to be up to you too.

I'm sorry you had to find out like this, Keir.

Young Keir: But why?

Agnes: I'm afraid I'm unable to answer that, Keir.

(sniffles) Why?

(exhales)

I'm afraid I'm unable to answer that, Keir.

Keir: You're all liars!

(monitor pings)

Agnes: Are you all right, Keir?

I can dispense a sleeping aid if you'd like.

No, thank you, Agnes.

Agnes: I recommend more sleep

before the Generations Ceremony at 0800,

followed promptly by your Celebration.

Yes. Of course.

I will.

I'd just like to practice the speech some more.

Goodbye, Agnes.

Goodbye, Keir.

(monitor pings)

Generations upon generations have sacrificed...

so that generations upon...

generations may prosper.

For this sacrifice,

we ask not for your gratitude,

but for your remembrance.

I pass these along to you, my son,

with the hope that you can use them as I did,

to help grow you into who you are today.

♪ ♪

Agnes: How was your Celebration meal, Wendy?

It was very good.

Thank you for asking, Agnes.

Agnes: That's good to hear.

May I offer you the flower?

Yes.

A golden host of daffodils.

Lilies, lilies, lilies,

white.

(whispering): I hope it's the daffodil.

I know it will be.

Agnes: A golden host of daffodils...

It's out of our hands.

Agnes: ...lilies, lilies, white.

♪ ♪

You will be remembered, Wendy Okafor.

♪ ♪

(Wendy whispering)

(monitor pings)

Agnes: Staying up all night won't help.

Would you like to talk about it?

No.

I've known you for your whole life, Keir.

And I've always cared about you.

Let me help you.

Your mother and I spoke the night before her Celebration.

I truly believe I helped her.

I'm... sure you did.

Agnes: She whispered to you before she left.

She told you something.

Is that what this is about?

No.

Agnes: It's hard to sleep before any big day.

What did you just say?

I said...

Both: It's hard to sleep before any big day.

I don't even know what we're doing tomorrow.

That's because it's a surprise.

The special day we've been talking about.

Good night, Imi.

Keir: Thank you.

Here's your crown, Imi.

I like my crown. It's pretty...

Keir: She's so lucky.

A perfect, normal childhood.

And now we get to tell her everything.

When I found out...

it broke me.

-My reality was destroyed. -Ryoko: I know, Keir.

You mother did the best she could.

Keir: Come on. Let's get to work.

I want everything to be perfect.

You think she's too young. I know.

But if we push this any further,

we miss the chance to make this... special.

-To do it right. -Ryoko: She...

(sighs) She already knows.

She-She knows, knows what?

Everything. She knows everything.

Keir, she's okay.

How is she possibly okay?!

Ryoko: Because she's not like you, Keir.

All I ever wanted was to make this life better for her.

You act like I don't know you, Keir...

like I didn't watch you hate your mother all these years,

like I didn't see you barely acknowledge her the day she left.

I hated her...

because she lied to me.

You hated her for forcing you into this life.

Keir: Life?

How is this a life?

We get no say in anything.

It's not about us.

It's about the mission, the future.

What about us, though?

Raising children in these rooms?

Lying to them? How is this a life?!

It's our life.

(scoffs)

Is it?

I love you.

Do you?

Do you really?

Do you know this... us...

was decided long before we were born.

Ryoko: I know that.

I love you anyway.

I wish you could love me anyway.

Do you?

Keir?

(tableware clinking)

Imoko: Mom? Dad?

(monitor pings)

Agnes: I considerate it my greatest failure.

Hmm?

That I couldn't help you and Ryoko...

-...before she-- -I don't wanna talk about it.

(electronic trilling)

(chimes)

(beeping)

Agnes: You will be remembered,

Ryoko Sato.

♪ ♪

Agnes: Keir? Keir?

Yes?

Agnes: You still have the opportunity for a few hours' sleep

before the Generations Ceremony.

(mumbles): Box.

(sighing): I want to finish the box.

Keir: Life?

How is this a life?

It's our life.

Young Keir: You're a liar.

I'm sorry you had to find out like this, Keir.

Wendy: So that generations upon generations may prosper.

(clicks, hisses)

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Imoko: Dad?

Dad!

-What? -I want to see.

What I asked Mom about,

we just never talked about it.

I want to see.

No, Imi.

Why?

'Cause that's the way it's done.

Imi, where did you get that?

Imoko: Found it while you were sleeping.

Imoko, close the door and give me the stone, right now!

(alarm blaring)

(alarm stops)

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(beeps, trills)

(whirs)

(beeps, trills)

(monitor pings)

Agnes: Keir?

Imoko will be here any minute.

Are you ready?

Ready for what?

For you to tell me if my presence on this ship

is a net positive?

Keir...

Celebration is part of life.

(scoffs)

Celebration is the end of life.

Does anyone ever get to stay?

I'm afraid I'm unable to answer that, Keir.

Keir: Can you just tell me this one thing, Agnes?

About the room.

(chimes)

Imoko: Hi, Dad.

Hi... Imi.

Imoko...

generations upon generations have sacrificed...

(breathes deeply)

Imoko...

generations upon generations have sacrificed...

so that generations upon generations may prosper.

Imoko...

my mother agreed to live her life on this ship

before you were born,

before I was born.

-And for what? -Agnes: Keir.

This is not part of the Generations speech.

I knew my fate would only lead me to this moment.

And I let that disappointment ruin... most of my life.

And I wasn't a good husband to your mother.

-And I wasn't there for you. -Dad--

No, not-not the way I should have been.

So...

whether Agnes hands me a lily,

and I walk out of that airlock,

or I get a daffodil

and another year on this ship...

it doesn't matter.

Because I don't deserve your gratitude...

and my life isn't worth remembering.

Dad...

you and Mom gave me life.

And I know you didn't choose this.

But it's what we have.

And I have loved my life with you.

So even if you don't care...

I am grateful.

And I will always remember you.

And he will too.

(whispering): I'm sorry for bringing you here.

I love you, Imoko.

Agnes: It's time for your Celebration, Keir.

May I offer you the flower?

(inhales)

Yes . (exhales)

I never understood...

why a motel room?

I just assumed it was because back on Earth,

they'd always stay in places like this

on their way to somewhere else.

They weren't home, but at least they were safe.

Hmm.

With people they loved.

Hopefully.

Agnes: A golden host of daffodils.

Lilies, lilies, lilies, white.

A golden host of daffodils.

Lilies, lilies, lilies, white.

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