All language subtitles for The.Infinite.Husk.2025.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264

- This husk is weak,

broken.

- What is wrong with you?

What's wrong?

Say something.

- I won't get very far in this.

- Come on.

Say something.
- And I'm already compromised.

- Okay,

Just stay here.

Don't move.

- This husk struggles to breathe,

but it's stronger than the last.

- Are you done?

- Yes.

No amount of research could
have prepared me for this world.

How much time did we waste
studying their primitive ways,

they're fragile societies

and they're useless bodies?

That was all a waste.

There's nothing worthwhile here,

nothing worth keeping,

nothing worth remembering.

This place is so much
worse than I ever imagined.

- Mission one, report.

- Mission one, acquire husk, complete.

- Mission two, report.

- Mission two, find a
safe house, complete.

Requesting mission three, please.

- Mission three objective,

find him, observe him,

and gather information
regarding his research.

- Where can I find him?

What comes after that?

When can I come home?

- Mission three objective,

find him, observe them,

and gather information
regarding his research.

- Mission confirmed.

- What can I get you?

- Nothing for now.

- All right, let me
know when you're ready.

- Richie, Richie, Richie.

Set me up with two more of
these when you get a chance.

- All right, coming up.

- Oh.
- Rough day?

- Rough fucking life, man.

I mean, really?

What the fuck's been going on these days?

- You're telling me.

- How you doing?

I said, how you doing?

- Hello.

- Tell me, what's a, what's
a pretty girl like you

doing in a shithole like this.

It's a compliment, sweetie.

- Thank you.

- So what's your name?

- Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.

- Hey, I was hoping we could
finish our conversation,

you know, from, from earlier.

I'm Alan.

What was your name again?

- Thank you for your interest in me,

but for the rest of the night,

I would prefer to be left alone.

- I'm, I'm just asking for your name.

You know, it's really fucking rude

not to share when someone asks.

Just wanna talk.

Please leave me alone.

- Why are you being like this?

Why are all of you like this now?

When a good guy is just
trying to say some-

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- I'm sorry.

- You don't know how to listen?

- We, we, we were just talking.

- I asked if you knew how
to listen, motherfucker.

- I'm really sorry.

We, we we're just talking

and I, I'm a little drunk.

- Yeah?
- I, I, I-

- You ain't using this,
so I can have it, right?

- No, no, no, no.

Just wanna go.

- Get the fuck outta here.

On three, you're gonna breathe
it in as deep as you can.

One, two, three.

One more time.

One, two.

There you go.

Nice and easy.

In and out,

just like a breeze.

- Should I call 911?

- No, she just needs a second.

But get her some water, no ice.

- Never knew that Los Angeles air

could taste so good, right?

Oh, thank you.

Okay, take it slow.

Let's try this again.

I'm gonna pour a little into
your mouth, very little.

Relax your throat and open it,

but don't breathe it in like the inhaler.

Two tubes in here, remember?

First husk?

It's okay.

- How did you know?

- I have done everything there is

to do on this planet,

all kinds of weird shit,

but the one thing I
haven't done is squatted

on the floor some of some shithole bar,

teaching a 25 to 35-year-old woman

how to drink water.

Human infants are born
knowing how to swallow.

- Technically, this is my second husk.

- Yeah, first few always go quickly.

Training wheels.

Does this one have a name?

- Her name was Vel.

- Vel is good.

I call myself Mauro.

So Vel, wanna go somewhere

where we can talk privately?

- I don't know.

- Oh come on.

It's not like I can kill you.

- Everything is so strange,

so overwhelming, and I
can't get my bearings.

It feels like I'm falling,

or like I'm going to fail.

He's not what I expected,

not how they described.

Maybe I've already failed.

- Have a seat.

Coffee?

- I'm not sure I like coffee.

- Of course you do.

You just don't know it yet.

- Don't those cause cancer?

- This one already has cancer

and it's spreading like wildfire.

So Vel, although it is
exceedingly wonderful

to finally have one of my very own kind

right here in my own home,

sitting at my table,

I have to ask, out of the trillions

and trillions of habitable planets

spread across this ever-expanding,

supposedly indifferent, but
clearly antagonistic universe,

why the fuck are you here?

You know, at first I thought
maybe you were a soldier

sent here to rough me up or whatever,

but after your stellar
performance at the bar,

it's clear you didn't study human combat.

Then I thought you were a spy

sent here to watch me.

But again, it's clear you don't
have the training for that.

- That's surprisingly potent.

- Wait till you try french
fries, drugs, and sex.

So what brings you to this dull hell?

- Same as you.

- You're a scientist?

- Yes.

- Son of a bitch.

And what were you researching
that was so upsetting

they exiled you here?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Why, are you
afraid they're listening?

- Yes.

- Well, of course they're listening.

They're always listening.

We were always listening.

Remember?

Floating just beyond the edges

of what these pieces of shit can perceive.

But that's all right.

You can give me a depressing
life story when you're ready.

- What were you researching
that was so upsetting

they exiled you here?

- Dad?

- In here sweetie.

There she is.

How's my little buttercup doing?

- Fine.
- Yeah?

You finish your homework?

- Of course.

- Finish your other homework?

- Yes.
- Yeah, well, let me see.

Wow.

Yeah, that is God.

Look at that line work.

- Stop.

- No, what am I raising Da Vinci here?

- Hey, that's enough.

- No, no.

Delilah, I want you to
meet my new friend, Vel.

Vel here is just like your dear old dad.

- Hi, Vel.

- Hello, Delilah.

- So you can give us a few more minutes

and then as soon as we're done,

I promise you and I will watch
that dumb ass show you like.

- Fine, but it's not dumb.

- It's not smart either.

Mmm, don't forget to take your medicine.

- Blue pill or white pill.

- Blue pill.

- It's always blue.

- Watch it.

One day it'll be white.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

- She's human.

- Yeah.

Simple enough.

One of my old husks from a while back

had a little baby girl, so I kept it.

- As a pet?

- As a companion.

Got something for you.

Go to a little convenience
store, not a big one,

pick up the essentials,

food, water, tampons, whatever.

You know that much, right?

Don't go using her credit cards anymore.

They'll be looking for your husk soon.

- Thank you.

- Ah, it's nothing.

Believe me, you don't want
to change husks as much

as I did in the beginning.

It's a crap shoot, and you end
up with a bunch of garbage,

but once you get good at it,

you'll drift toward the healthy ones,

well, healthier ones,

but hey, the one you got now, rock solid,

so take good care of this.

- Right.

- What?

- At the bar,

I'm certain I did everything right.

I even smiled.

And yet he still accosted me.

Is it because of this husk,

because of how I look?

- No, and yes.

How do you feel?

- At first, when he cornered me,

I felt fear.

- And now?

- Anger.

- Good.

Soon you'll understand.

So another cup of coffee tomorrow?

- There's a hostility woven

into the fabric of this world.

All of them hate something or someone,

even if that someone is themselves.

What is the purpose of all that rage?

What does it change?

Maybe there is no purpose.

- Mission three, report.

- Mission three, find him,
observe him, complete.

- What information was gathered

regarding his research?

- None.

- Mission three, failed.

- This isn't a simple task.

Everything about this place is-

- Your mission was
to find him, observe him,

and gather information
regarding his research.

No information was gathered.

Mission failed.

Mission four objective,

uncover his research,
lean of its application,

and report back.

- Once I do this,

can I leave this place, this body?

Can I come home?

Mission confirmed.

- Oh, and the motherfuckers think

an alien is a little green
man with big black eyes

or a giant squid from outer space.

Imagine, we evolve beyond space and time,

beyond physical form.

The first thing we do when we get here

is inhabit a tentacle monster

who wants to fuck a Japanese girl.

Mmm.

And you know, they've got a term here,

illegal aliens.

You know who they are?

- No.

- Mexicans, Salvadorians,
Haitians, Indians,

the Lebanese, the Vietnamese.

Basically anyone with a
year-round tan and an accent.

- Who are the legal aliens?

- They own property on the West Side.

There's no logic to it,

there's never been any logic to it,

and it's getting worse.

- Well, it appears you've
gotten accustomed to it.

You even seem comfortable here.

- Comfortable?

Fucking comfortable?

I have seen the edges of the universe.

I've seen stars consume planets.

I've fucking seen gravity.

But for thousands of vomitous,
putrid, stinking years,

I've been stuck here on two legs

in solitary confinement,
forced to observe the world

through teeny tiny pinholes
in my skull that are only able

to see the same versions of red, blue,

yellow, over and over again.

You know, when these husks die,

it's the only time I feel like myself,

when I feel, just for a few seconds,

a brief moment, like me,

and I can see,

home.

Then I hit a fucking wall and
they send me right back here

and stuff me into another prison

made of blood and bones and diseased meat.

Comfortable, yeah.

See how comfortable you are

after you've died 15
times of a heart attack

or lost another foot to diabetes,

or, or

or, or been called a
witch and burned alive,

all because you're a scientist?

- I'm sorry.

- Just being a cry baby.

Don't let me ruin this for you.

You'll find out soon enough on your own.

- I was researching time.

- That's forbidden.

- I know.

I told them.

Look, the beginning is the end

and the end is the beginning,

and it's all happening at once,

even as we speak.

- And infinite beings don't like the sound

of endings, do they?

- No, so now I'm here.

- Truth is the burden of the job.

- So what were you researching?

- Language.

Specifically, how the description

of a thing becomes the thing.

- I don't understand.

- For as fragile and
disappointing as these husks are,

they do possess one quality

that I'm particularly fascinated with.

What they think and how they
think is intrinsically linked

to their language, and they
have nearly no control over it.

See, if I say flower,

forest,

mountain,

sky,

you saw all that in your head, didn't you?

You had no control over it.

Our kind doesn't experience this.

We didn't use to experience it,

but now with these bodies, these husks,

our mind creates this,

and this is really gonna fuck you up.

If we read something,

the human mind has to create it.

Saw it, didn't you?

Whether it was perched on a
park bench or a tree branch,

or floating in the sky.

Whether it was white, brown,
black, doesn't matter.

Your mind created that bird.

- And like us, these
bodies are physical matter.

- Yep.

- Atoms begin to vibrate in their minds.

- Heart rate increases,
temperature rises, pupils dilate.

A measurable impact on physical matter,

all because of a thought.

- It's becoming real.

- The description of the
thing is becoming the thing.

See, right now they call
it imagination as a way

of making a distinction between
what they believe is reality

and what happens in here,
in the consciousness.

That's like taking an
empty glass to the ocean,

filling it with ocean water,

and pointing it to the glass and saying,

"Oh, this ain't ocean water anymore."

That's fucking
ridiculous, right?

Of course it's ocean water.

It's just in a different container.

So, if reality is the ocean-

- Consciousness is a glass
filled with ocean water,

just another container for reality,

- A bird in their mind,
quantum mechanically speaking

is becoming real and measurable.

All because of these husks.

- Because of a single word.

So what's the application
of your research?

- Don't know yet, but whatever
it is, it'll be a gift.

Maybe I'll conjure the
most perfect birthday cake

and when this husk dies,
I'll bring it with me

and we'll eat it up there
before they kick me out

and send me back to this shithole.

Hmm.

No, picture this.

Blue car,

black mask, red blood.

Know what we're gonna do?

- What?

- We're gonna rob those motherfuckers.

Good old fashioned mugging,
get some fucking payback

for what they've done to us.

Then we'll hop into that
blue car and speed off.

How's that sound?

- I like it.

- I knww you were one of the good ones.

You know it's funny, all
these human languages,

so small,

but what if they had a better language,

a more complete language?

Then they could conjure anything.

- I've never seen our
language transcribed.

- Not transcribed, quantified.

- It's an equation.

- Bingo.

What do you see there?

- Energy, dispersed energy
collapsing in on itself.

- No, not collapsing,

being pulled together
by an incredible force.

- What force?

- No fucking clue.

I was hoping you could
help me figure that out.

Let's solve it,

me and you together.

Yes, Vel, they're listening.

They see all of this.

What does it matter?
We're already in hell.

What can they do to us
they haven't done already?

- Why are you doing this,

any of it?

What are you after?

- I'm a scientist,

no matter what planet I'm on,
no matter what body I'm in,

that's what I am through and through.

You said you are too.

Well, you know what, Vel, a
scientist seeks knowledge,

strives to understand

and thus contribute to the universe.

But if you aren't doing that,

some of your existence is

zero,

nothing at all.

Truth is the burden of the job.

So, think it over.

You know how to get here.

Door's always open.

- How does a being
endure life that's so small?

How do they find meaning
in any of their efforts

or choices, their thoughts?

And seemingly they make no
difference to the universe.

Our lives are so short.

It's like they don't even exist.

Two nights in a husk

and I'm beginning to
wonder if I even exist.

- No.

See, these two always come together.

Separately, they make no sense at all,

but put 'em together,

now the whole sequence resolves itself.

See?

Look, sweetie, it's daddy's friend.

Mind if we show you work?

- That's cool.

- Hear that, Vel?

It's cool if you wanna take a look.

Isn't that beautiful?

- Stop.
- No, I'm serious.

Vel is the only other
native speaker in the room.

Wouldn't you say this is top notch work?

- Yes. It's beautiful.

- Yeah, I told you.

- Fine.

Maybe it's okay.

- It's goddamn perfect.

Now if you'd give us
a few minutes, please.

- Sure.

- Don't forget
to take your medicine.

- Blue or white?

- Blue.

- Hmm.

Love you.

- Love you too.

I heard a great report on
the radio the other day

about the impact of barometric pressure

on the bezier curve of-

- Does she understand what she's writing?

- Not a word of it, but
she thinks it's pretty

like calligraphy or some
shit.

Sorry about that.

So you're here.

- I'm here.

- And?

- I decided that if I'm
gonna be of any use to you,

you're gonna have to explain this to me,

all of it,

and from the beginning.

What do you do when your
language falls short,

when your physics is weak,

when your science is broken?

what do you do when every day,

every night feels like a copy

of a copy of a copy?

What do you do when you need something,

but the universe failed to create it.

You create it yourself.

It's speeding up.

- What?

- The waves.

There.

As the particles are
pulled toward the center,

they coalesce into waves and speed up.

- The sphere of influence.

Stronger toward the center?

- Exactly.

- Goddamn.

Never noticed that.

This is good.

- Thank you.

- Is that your first involuntary smile?

- Yes.

- What do you feel?

- Pride, and happiness.

Maybe even a little hope,
although I'm not sure why.

- Good.

Soon you'll understand.

- Understand what?

Your husk is dying.

- I know.

You know, they've created the technology

to order a triple cheeseburger.

That's three fucking patties, by the way.

While the archive footage

of a celebrity funeral from 30 years ago,

halfway across the globe is beamed

to your 60-inch flat screen TV,

all while a Roomba does a shit job,

scurrying around your
floor, trying to clean it,

but they still haven't
found a way to cure cancer.

- You should rest.

- You should rest.

You don't want your house
to end up like mine.

I'm serious.

Go, go.

You can work on this tomorrow.

- Thank you.

- For what?

Kicking you out?

- For trying to make this
life as painless as possible,

for giving me something to
do even in the short term.

- No sweat.

You'd do the same for me, right?

There is no need to cry.

Mauro will be back.

Your father will be back,

just in a different shell.

- I know.

I'm still gonna miss this one.

- There is a powerful
force that governs so many

of the things they do.

It compels them, drives them forward,

and clouds their judgment.

They call it love

and sometimes it makes
them do dangerous things.

Thank you for the food.

- You're welcome.

- I'll be back later.
- Okay.

- Mission four, report.

Mission four, report.

- I've been engaging with him

so that I could learn more about-

- But you did not report.

- I was waiting until
I had more information.

- What's the nature of his research?

- It's our language written down

and brought into the physical world,

but you already knew that.

- What's its application?

- I don't know.

- What is its application?

- I don't know.

We don't know yet.

We have our pieces, fragments
involving incredible amounts

of energy, but we have
to do more research.

- Mission four, failed.

Mission five objective,

cease all research of any kind,

effective immediately.

- Mission confirmed.

- Mission five, report.

- Mission five,

cease all research-

- Of any kind.

- Of any kind.

Complete.

Mission six objective,

destroy the lab and destroy the research.

- The research is harmless.

He is harmless and poses no threat to you.

Please.

- Mission six objective,

destroy the lab and destroy the research.

If you fail this mission,

you'll never see the stars again.

You'll never hear the song
of the black hole ever again.

We'll leave you here on
this decrepit planet,

chained to a husk that will die

over and over again

until the atmosphere is burned away

and everything in this
insignificant world turns to ash.

And when it does, we'll find some other

useless planet filled
with useless creatures

and throw you away again.

If you fail this mission,
you will never come home.

Ha!

- Mission confirmed.

- You son of a bitch.

You had me worried, thinking you had died

and become some goddamn
shepherd in Romania,

which really isn't as bad as it sounds.

Trust me.

This is some incredible work here.

Really, just beautiful.

If only we could figure
out where it all begins.

- What's its application?

- What?

- Our research, the
equation, what's it for?

- I don't know.

Your guess is as good as mine.

- Mauro,

why do they fear your work?

Why do they fear you?

- Vel, I wouldn't lie to you.

I cross my heart.

I really don't know the
application, but I do have a theory.

- Tell me.

- I think that if we could
just find that, that spark,

that teeny tiny little place

or instant that sets all of
this into motion, then I believe

that we can build a theory
that explains anything,

or more accurately a theory of everything,

every single thing in this universe,

seen or unseen, whatever can be fathomed,

an entire reality right here,

becoming more and more real
because of this equation,

so if we can just solve this motherfucker,

just finish it, then whatever
happens to these bodies,

this world, wherever they dump us,

wherever they try to
imprison us, it won't matter

because our reality, whatever we want,

will still exist.

- Contained in consciousness.

- The only husk that never dies.

What's behind your back, Vel?

- Please move.

- No!

- I'm sorry.

- Mission six, report.

- Mission six,

destroy the lab,

destroy the research, complete.

Can I come home now?

I did what you asked of me.

I followed every command, every time.

Please, please.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

I, I can't do this.

I can't exist in, in
this place, in this body.

Please.

No, no, no, no!

I used to think that
hell was a planet filled

with billions of people,

people trying so desperately to survive

that they were willing
to tear each other apart.

I was wrong.

Hell is in a dying city or a dark cave.

It's not even a raging fire
that burns for eternity.

Hell isn't a physical pain.

Hell is being trapped in your own mind

with horrible thoughts,

completely and utterly...

alone.

♪ You'll survive ♪

♪ With my heart ♪

♪ A different night ♪

♪ You're dressed in white ♪

- Can I help you?

- I need you to hurry it up,

- But I'm still shopping.

- You either buy something
or you can leave right now,

- But I'm just looking.

- I know what you're trying to do

and I'm not gonna stand for it.

So get what you want to get and pay for it

or you can leave right now.

Got it?

- Got it.

- This is robbery.

Give me your fucking money.

Empty the fucking register.

Empty the fucking register now!

Empty the fucking register!

- Help me...

please.

- Maybe I'll conjure the
most perfect birthday cake

and when this husk dies,
I'll bring it with me

and we'll eat it up there
before they kick me out

and send me back to this shithole.

Hmm.

No, I know.

Picture this.

Blue car, black mask, red blood.

Saw all that in your head, didn't you?

Had no control over it.

- Mauro.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

What you got over there?

- I solved it.

We were looking at it all wrong.

Time folds in on itself, flowing forwards

and backwards simultaneously.

The equation is no different.

- It's time to take your medicine.

- Blue or white?

- White.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

Tell me what you see.

- We need to rebuild some
of the original equation,

but energy isn't being pulled
toward a central point.

It's moving away from it,

hurdling through space and
time with infinite speed

and incredible force.

I mean, it's just as much as
a beginning as it is an end,

like an explosion.

Like a bomb.

You don't hate this place.

You hate us.

- What do you call a
being that's everywhere,

that sees everything,

a being that watches you at home, at work,

in the shower, when you masturbate,

when you steal a grape
from the grocery store,

when you jaywalk, when you
microwave your fucking leftovers?

A being that knows when you're scared

and alone and in pain,

a being that can be anyone

and do anything, but
chooses to do nothing?

You know what I call that being?

I call that motherfucker useless,

and I don't know about you,

but I don't need useless things.

- You
might destroy everything.

- Everything?

This is fucking everything right here.

And right here.

- What do you feel?

- Believe me, you don't
want to change husks

as much as I did in the beginning.

It's a crap shoot and end
up with a bunch of garbage.

But once you get good at it,

you'll drift toward the

healthy ones,

well, healthier ones.

Don't forget to take your medicine.

- Blue pill or white pill.

- Mmm.

Blue pill.

- It's always blue.

- Watch it.

One day it'll be white.

- What do you feel?

- Sadness.

- Now you understand what
it means to be human.

- How does a being in
endure a life that's so small?

How do they find meaning
in any of their efforts,

their choices, their thoughts,

and seemingly they make no
difference to the universe.

Maybe it's the things they do

while they're here that matters.

Maybe it's the people they meet

and the lives they alter

that gives their short
chaotic lives meaning.

Maybe that is their purpose.

And maybe that's how they
know they truly exist.