All language subtitles for Dispatches From Elsewhere - 01x05 - Clara.XLF.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

- ... the truth. Who do you work for?
- My child is inside.

- Shhhhh.
- Ah! Look!

What we're gonna do is enter
what we call our memory palace.

I think I'm doing it.

Janice found a clue.

- Here we are.
- 3125 Spring Street.

Watch your step.

Guys... it's her.

Clara?

Clara?

Let's go. I'm going down.

Something is down there.

Oh...

Okay.

Can you see anything?

Not much.

Please be careful.

There's no one here.

Oh! Oh!

- It's okay.
- Oh, my goodness!

- Oh, dear.
- Oh, my gosh. Shit!

- What is this thing?
- Here, Peter, take it.

What is that?

They're paints.

- What is this place?
- I guess it's a studio.

Aah! I can't make a flashlight work.

Every time they do an
upgrade, I want to scream,

"I just figured out
how to work this thing,

and now they change everything?!"

Why would I want to
text-message my face as a dragon?

I un... I understand.
Let me try to help.

- Yo, got it.
- Oh, my goodness!

Look!

- Ohh!
- What?

I was right!

It's her.

Yes! Yeah! We found you!

We win! Yeah!

Wh... Why is she just
staring at us like that?

She's... She's not moving.

Huh.

It's... It's just a painting.

It's like the murals in Fishtown.

It looks so real.

Wait, I found a light switch.

Ooh!

Okay, nice.

Wow!

Oh, cool.

Clever.

Ah!

I am full Fredwynn right now.

"Turn off the lights so you can see".

- Uh, give it to me. Give it to me.
- You can't... You can't do it.

Give it to me. It's old.
I know how to use this one.

Wait.

Guys, "Turn off the
lights so you can see".

Oh.

- Okay. Try now.
- Ohh!

- Black-light flashlight.
- Careful!

- Ohh! W-What?!
- Black-light flashlights

are used to detect scorpions!

- Oh, no, no!
- Oh, my God.

- Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Huh?!
- Fredwynn, Fredwynn! Fredwynn.

Ohh! Look!

I knew it. I knew that.

Amazing.

Oh, my.

Look at this.

So much time and work.

Hey. Guys.

Guys, I-I-I think I found the beginning.

"My name is Clara, and I am you".

"If you found your way here,

it must mean we are
more alike than you know.

Heck, if you squint your eyes,

maybe I am you".

I am Clara.

I'm creative, really determined.

Sometimes I'm scared.

And one time...

Well, one time I was
swallowed up by the dark.

Move a little closer.

Get comfortable.

In front of a brick wall.

With a black light.

In a spooky basement.

Come on, just work with me a little.

Because I am Clara.

And I am you.

Don't believe me?

Fine.

'Cause I'm gonna show you.

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This is Fishtown.

Home, sweet home.

Once upon a time and all that jazz.

You know how they say,

"This place has seen better days?"

Fishtown wouldn't know what
a "better day" looked like

if it got hit right
upside its Fishtown head.

The rules are simple.

You're born here.

You live here. You die here.

They say it's better not
to dream in Fishtown.

It hurts too much to wake up.

I don't know quite why
today was different.

It was tolerable enough.

I guess maybe that's
what was gnawing at me.

Was this my destiny?

A life full of "tolerable" days?

Was I not meant for more?

Was I not... special?

My mom was special.

She made things.

But she got swallowed up by the dark.

My dad says that this
is my story, not hers,

and I don't have to think
about that, but I do.

For a long time,

I ignored the ache that
was growing in my heart.

And today, it just...

wouldn't leave me alone.

I could feel the darkness creeping in.

I was so tired.

Tired of feeling... hopeless.

Tired of feeling... powerless.

But I am not Fishtown.

And I am not my mom.

I am Clara.

And my story is my own.

I didn't have a name
for the other feeling,

the good one. Not yet.

But I knew it was blue

and that when I needed
it, it was usually there.

I just had to catch it.

And sometimes that was hard.

But I had to because it gave
me the one thing I needed.

And a window I could open.

To Elsewhere.

An ice-cream truck?

That's new.

Or maybe it was there all
along, but I couldn't see it.

Maybe I can turn this into a place

I could dream of escaping to...

... instead of escaping from.

"... instead of escaping from".

So, she drew herself a window.

She's taking her life by the balls.

But she climbed through a painted wall?

- What?!
- Don't get distracted.

It's a clue. Where's the next clue?

- Fredwynn.
- Fredwynn.

This is somebody's house, Fredwynn.

- I mean, should we go up after him?
- I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe... Maybe he'll give us a signal.

Okay, wait for a signal.

Oh, that's it!

- Fredwynn?
- Fredwynn?

- Fredwynn?!
- Yeah, the place is booby-trapped.

- Oh! Oh!
- It's just a chair, Fredwynn.

We need to be more industrious
with our flashlights.

Or light switches.

- Oh.
- We can just use light switches.

- Hold this.
- Okay.

- Fredwynn, are you alright?
- Yes, I'm fine.

- No, you're bleeding.
- It's okay.

- You're bleeding.
- It's just a scratch.

No, come on. We're gonna
get to the bathroom.

There must be a bathroom with
some astringent or something.

You don't have to hold my hand.

Well, there are no Band-Aids,

but at least I can clean...

Here, hold my phone.

Here. Okay.

Do you smell something?

Well, it is a bathroom.

Saltpeter.

Um, no, I don't usually carry spices.

Potassium nitrate,
also known as saltpeter.

Out! Everyone out!

Out, out, out, out,
out, out, out, out, out,

- out, out, out, out!
- What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what?

Stand back.

Voilà!

You may return.

Ohh!

This is awesome!

So, shall we continue?

I'm Clara.

Mateo.

Mateo had it going on.

No doubt about that.

Brains and the brawn to match.

This is Kimbra.

Kimbra was a feisty, little sister

with a tough facade

that masked a love of baby
zebras and funnel cake.

He's Sanjay.

Sanjay didn't look like much,

but rumor had it that
those roller skates

hid a pair of legs that were
sharpened to a point at the end.

And when he disappeared
for weeks at a time,

he was actually working
for the US government

as a deadly assassin.

Instantly, we were the best of friends,

and I knew that we'd all
be best friends forever.

So...

I was just wondering,

you guys ever think this
place could be something...

I-I don't know... special?

I just mean that maybe
with a little push,

things could be better than they seem?

Like, what if that's not a garbage truck?

It's actually a Zamboni

that leaves a track
of snow and ice behind.

Zamboni.

Or maybe, those smokestacks
at the cow rendering plant...

Maybe when we're not looking,
they're secretly blowing

colorful marshmallows into the sky.

I just think, maybe, if
we put our heads together,

we could really change the story.

What do you think?

Anybody?

They didn't get it.

Why couldn't they see what I saw?

Why couldn't they just... believe?

I don't know how or why, but I just...

I just knew that I was
meant to do something.

I had painted myself some hope,
and I could feel it fading away.

Think, Clara.

Your story is your own.

Try something.

Make something.

It's okay to be wrong.

It's okay to be wrong.

I got it.

I was there.

I was Elsewhere.

I understood my purpose.

I had an idea.

I called it "The Idea".

I kept talking about hope,

but it wasn't enough for
me to tell them about it.

I had to really show them.

I didn't know if they would understand.

Did that scare me?

More than I ever thought it would.

But if I didn't believe,

then how could I expect them to?

I had to show them that

life wasn't something
you watch passing you by.

It was something you
could reach out and touch.

It was something you could hear,

like a rumble, that you could dive
into and let it carry you away

a million gallons a minute
in a briny wet spray

on the hottest day in
the history of forever.

And having an ice-cream truck
crash into a fire hydrant

didn't hurt, either.

I'll get you one.

I got a chocolate.

It was a moment.

Extraordinary, shimmering,
sticky, magically wet,

perfectly perfect moment.

And in that moment,
everyone was Elsewhere.

Well, almost everyone.

What the heck are you kids doing?!

You're giving away free ice cream!

You are cutting into my profits!

I'm gonna tell your parents!

Well, I'm just harnessing
my Divine Nonchalance.

Your what?

I'm not sure.

It came to me when I was upside-down.

Aah!

We called ourselves
The Elsewhere Society.

"And we promised that
nothing would tear us apart".

- You okay?
- Me?

Yes. Of course. I'm just...

She's inspiring.

I mean, she came from this place

where nobody thought
anything was possible,

and then she really
put herself out there

to make it great.

I'm inspired.

- You are?
- Yes.

This is my face inspired.

Oh, my God, it's almost
3:00 in the morning.

I've got to go.

Lev worries when I'm
late. I'm gonna call a cab.

- Where's my phone? You've got my phone.
- Oh.

How do I call a cab?

I'll Google a cab, right?

So, we'll all meet back
here tomorrow afternoon

to see if there's more of the story

after Peter and Simone
get off work. Is that okay?

Right.

Let's keep our heads in the game,

see if any clues from the story

pop out at you while you're
off living your lives.

I know you're not used to
using your brains in that way, but...

Simone has an art degree.

Huh?

Sorry. It's just... You
have an art degree, right?

And so much of this story
seems to be about Clara's art.

And so, whether or not we're
trying to find a real person

or solve some puzzle, I just think

maybe it has something
to do with this art.

That's not so stupid.

Thank you.

Uh, yeah, okay. I'll think on it.

This has all been
so perfectly choreographed,

you know?

And I... Maybe we were
matched together for a reason,

the four of us.

And you're the art person.

So... maybe this is your moment.

Just... Just let me think about it.

Of course. Yeah, there's no pressure.

Hey, quick question.

Yes?

If I'm "tortured art girl"

and Fredwynn is "lead
us off the road" guy

and Janice is Janice,

what does that make you?

Probably the "guy who
needs to do something brave

but ends up embarrassing himself" guy.

Sounds about right.

I know.

Ooh! Ooh! Here he is!

Simone, can I give you a ride?

Yes, please, please.

Okay. Good. Alright.

- Bye, guys.
- Bye, Janice.

- Bye.
- See you later.

Hey, Simone.

I never said you were tortured.

I know.

Oh, yeah, there's a long history

of this stuff in Philly.

You know, Tina Llamada
might know more about it.

I can shoot her an e-mail.

Yeah, an e-mail would be great.

Thanks.

It's for this project
I've been working on.

Once I get more of a handle on it,

I can fill you in.

But right now it's a little
bit like "Fight Club",

but, like, the positive version
of "Fight Club", I think.

Sounds great!

Well, you look great.

Am I allowed to say that? The
rules are sort of new to me.

Oh. Screw the rules.

We're all trying our best.

And I think you can say I look great,

transition-wise.

Maybe not, like, teacher-student-wise,

but I don't know.

You can't really win
by speaking now-a-days.

I was hoping you were coming to tell me

that you were re-enrolling.

No.

No, I-I...

I don't even know what
I'm doing right now.

I'm, like, running around the city

playing some secret game
with a bunch of strangers.

It just feels like
I'm not in the position

to be making any other big
life decisions at the moment.

How is that a big life decision?

I'm sorry?

Why do you view coming back
here as a big life decision?

Uh, I guess...

It... It just, like... It
feels like I chose a path,

and then before I knew
it, I was on a track.

A-And I mean, I liked
art in high school,

but that's just 'cause I was good at it

and I liked it better
than the other subjects.

So, then I studied it in
college and then grad school,

and then by the end of it,

I just, like, wasn't happy here.

And I mean, I don't
know how much of that

is... is me or, like, my attitude,

but I don't know.

I feel like if I don't take
a second to step back

and re-evaluate what it is that I want,

then I'm gonna wake up one day,

and I'll be 60 years
old, looking in a mirror,

totally unsure of where I am.

My major was marine biology.

- What?
- Yeah.

I was all-in on marine biology.

And then at some point,

I realized that I didn't
like being wet all the time.

And I constantly smelled like fish.

So I switched to art.

I like it.

I'm dry, and I just smell
like a middle-aged man.

Now, that's just to
say we make a decision,

and then if we need to,
we make a new decision.

You've made a really,
really big and important one.

The other decisions
don't need to feel so big.

Find something that makes you feel good.

Try it out. You're allowed to be wrong.

I'm allowed to be wrong.

Yeah.

So, you're saying I need to
harness my divine nonchalance?

I'm not exactly sure what that is,

but "divine nonchalance"
is my new favorite term.

Thank you.

And if you have any, um...

any thoughts on those murals,

please just let me know.

Sure.

I need to find my Elsewhere.

Do something.

Prove something.

Imagine. Dream.

You're just in my head.

I'm very tired.

I'm talking out loud
to myself now. Okay.

Hey. Saltpeter Mockingwhistle.

That's not anything close
to my name, but, yes?

Are you gonna help me or not?

Find your nonchalance, bud.

No one's gonna find it for you.

_

Find my nonchalance.

_

♪ I ♪

♪ I love the colorful
clothes she wears ♪

♪ And the way the sunlight
plays upon her hair ♪

♪ I hear the sound of a gentle word ♪

♪ On the wind that lifts
her perfume through the air ♪

Hey, Peter!

Hey, Stretch, over here.

- ♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪
- Oh!

Wouldn't it be nice
if other people could

- feel how you feel right now?
- ♪ She's giving me the excitations ♪

- ♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪
- Yes, it would.

- Sooooo... ?
- ♪ Good vibrations, oom, bop, bop ♪

♪ Excitations, oom, bop, bop ♪

- ♪ Good, good, good, good vibrations ♪
- No, no, no, no.

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

- No. No. No.
- ♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪

- ♪ Good, good, good, vibrations ♪
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

- ♪ Good, good, good, good vibrations ♪
- No. I know what you're asking me to do.

- I can't... I can't do that.
- ♪ Close my eyes, she's somehow closer now ♪

People told me I couldn't do things.

But I told them to shove it.

- ♪ Softly smile, I know she must be kind ♪
- Come on, man.

Live a little.

♪ When I look in her eyes ♪

Fine.

♪ She goes with me to a blossom world ♪

♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪

- I really shouldn't do this.
- ♪ She's givin' me the excitations ♪

Totally.

- ♪ Oom, bop, bop ♪
- ♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪

♪ Good vi... ♪

2, 4, 6, 8! There you go!

Good job, ladies.

♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪

He doesn't want it done, I think.

Yeah, he's...

♪ She's givin' me the excitations ♪

- ♪ Ooh, bop, bop ♪
- ♪ I'm pickin' up good vibrations ♪

- ♪ She's givin' me the excitations ♪
- We could do this.

♪ Excitations ♪

- ♪ Ooh, bop, bop ♪
- ♪ Good, good, good, good vibrations ♪

♪ She's giving me the excitations ♪

- ♪ Excitations ♪
- ♪ Good, good, good, good vibrations ♪

♪ She's givin' me the excitations ♪

♪ Good, good, good, good vibrations ♪

♪ She givin' me the exci... ♪

♪ Tations ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Well, she... she thinks she
can change the world,

and she's inspired her
whole neighborhood.

It's wonderful. A kind of
"anything is possible" moment.

And there's a boy she likes.

We both know how that can turn out.

But something has been going
round and round in my mind.

I wanted to mull it over with you.

Peter and Simone and Fredwynn...

They're so caught up in Clara

and the intrigue and her vision.

But I feel we're missing something.

Something sad.

Clara isn't just hope and whimsy.

She also seems desperate to me,

and I'm afraid for her.

Okay, don't say it. Don't say it.

I can tell by the look on your face.

I'm overthinking.

And the kids have infected me

with their intensity
and their need to know.

So, we're meeting back
at the house later today.

There's probably more rooms.

We can find the rest of
the story and maybe a clue.

Fredwynn always needs his clue.

Janice.

Can I talk to you for a second?

If you don't mind?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

You're early.

Yeah.

Okay, so, I just wanted
you to understand

that I'm uncomfortable with
what happened last night.

Oh, Meredith, I'm so sorry.

I know I said I'd be
home before midnight.

You have been so helpful
and flexible with your hours.

I just got caught up in the adventure.

- It won't happen again.
- No, it's...

I thought the text that you sent

was a bit, um... rude.

What text?

See?

"Hey, hey, I'm having fun.

Leave me alone. Snitches get stitches.

Need to stay here. #IceBucketChallenge.

Black Santa".

I didn't send this.

I don't even know what it means.

Well, it's... it's from your phone.

Well, that's impossible.

Ohh.

Oh.

"The Elsewhere Society.

Working in shadows.

Often wrong, but never in doubt.

We were the custodians of its secret.

- We were a team".
- We were a team.

We were the future.

We were determined to
make The Idea a reality.

Hey! Hey, stop!

And we were poor, so
we did what we had to.

After all, it was for the greater good.

Wait!

Oh, not again. Wait!

Hey.

I-I don't know who you
are, but I'll find out!

We were a new civilization,

rising from the ashes of the last.

Divine Nonchalance was our fuel,

and Elsewhere was our destination.

Yes!

The abandoned cigar shop
became our batcave.

Together, we would make the world

a nicer place to be alive.

Can you... ?

My store.

Can you make it beautiful?

We'll be there tomorrow.

Promise.

Also, there's another group of
kids who are very much like you,

but their costumes aren't as good.

Can you help me find them

so I can tell their parents
that they are troublemakers?

Um... sure.

Frank, what's going on?

Who did all this?

She did.

♪ Whe-e-e-e-e-e-n I look in her eyes ♪

♪ She goes with me to
a something, something ♪

We only have one rule here.

You know what that rule is?

Don't use Mary's Splenda?

Do not violate the
sanctity of the playlist.

Each person's playlist
is like their DNA.

When you added that song,

you altered their DNA
without their consent.

We're not gene-splicing here.

We offer people unlimited choice,

and they just end up
listening to the same songs

over and over and over again,

like they're trapped.

We take their money,
and we leave them lost

in this overwhelming sea of options.

It's the illusion of choice.

And so, I just thought that maybe

I could sh... show people
that there was beauty out there

if they just knew where to look.

Who do you think you are, exactly?

I'm me!

I'm me.

I was just trying to be more like her.

W-What are you talking about?

Peter, let me explain something to you.

Work. Work stuff.

Work. Work. Work.

Work stuff.

Work. Work. Work.

Work stuff.

I quit.

Huh?

I'm not gonna go back
to feeling nothing,

where you talk and I nod.

I just... I'm not. I quit.

- Y-You can't quit.
- Well, you know what?

I'm sure you can find somebody

who will better serve your needs,

but you can't just keep me
here because I'm an adult.

And I can do what I want.

And I quit.

No, I'm saying you can't
quit because I just fired you.

Were you listening to
anything I just said?

No.

I was not.

It's here.

I know it is.

Did you check behind all the frames?

- I've checked everywhere.
- Well, what do you want us to do?

Think, damn it.

But don't distract me.

Think silently.

This is odd.

What?

Well, Clara doesn't
strike me as a knitter.

And her mother wasn't even here.

- So, what...
- Please!

Let me think.

What's up?

Me?

I quit my job.

Allegedly, I was fired first,

but I didn't hear that happen,

so I'm still really proud
of myself for quitting.

Wow.

Guys.

I told you I was inspired.

- I mean, good for you.
- Guys.

Where is that clue?

Guys!

Voilà!

You pull.

I'll read.

"Did you know

that there are hundreds
of shades of blue?"

Royal blue, cadet blue, turquoise,

ink blue, ultramarine,

Persian blue, Air Force blue.

We have every resource you
could possibly need, Clara.

Raw materials, draftsmen, assistants.

It's okay to be overwhelmed.

Every world changer who's joined my team

has had a similar reaction.

What you have done in your neighborhood,

on your own, is miraculous.

But with all these
resources at your disposal,

just imagine what kind
of magic you could create

and spread throughout the entire world.

But I wasn't "on my own".

Ah, your friends.

Of course.

Let's repair to my office and discuss.

May I offer you something to drink?

Maybe some water?

You seem fancy,

so I'll take fizzy, if you got it.

Clara.

The world has so much more to offer

than you could ever imagine.

Holy crap! That's delicious!

Oh, Mateo is gonna freak out.

Wait till you meet my friends.

We're gonna change the
world. You'll love them.

I'm sure I will. I can't wait.

Sometimes people like us,
people who are special,

we have to make some difficult choices

about the people we
surround ourselves with.

You, Clara, are unique
because you create hope,

which is a rare and precious resource.

But you're giving away something

that we here at The Institute
work very hard to sell.

I want to give you a
place where you can dream,

where you can realize
your vast potential

beyond the confines of Fishtown,

where you can change the world.

The choice is yours.

You belong with the special ones.

Join us.

How'd it go?

He told me I could change the world.

But I had to go it alone.

So, uh, I told him

to buzz off.

What? Oh, yes!

- Oh, my gosh.
- Nobody's gonna break up

the Elsewhere Society that easily!

- Yeah!
- Come on, this is a movement, people!

You know what to do.

We didn't need no fancy British

chocolate-milk-drinking gazillionaire.

We had The Idea.

And... And that's all we needed.

The Institute had... other ideas.

Interesting ideas, sure, but...

No. No way! Forget them!

You can't sell hope.

It belongs to everyone.

Sure, I'd like to be
one of the special ones.

And, yeah, it would be nice
to have all that new paint.

But, I mean, I made the right choice.

I think.

No!

I ran. I called out.

I tried to escape.

Clara!

Come on, come on, grab
my hand! You can do it!

Come on!

And then...

... I disappeared.

"Swallowed up by the dark".

Damn.

They just snatched her off the street.

It was such a nice story...

for a while.

Then shit got real.

It was all right in front of her.

And then they took it.

Strong devours the weak.

She should have run faster.

You didn't give me the message!

I'm sorry?

Last night, our nurse Meredith...

You didn't give me the message.

- You betrayed me.
- Nurse?

I secured your phone, yes.

I needed to go home.

My husband was having a bad night.

I should have been with him.

He could have died, Fredwynn!

I can see that you're upset.

And I'm not sure how to respond to that,

but I'm aware of your condition.

It was not your place.

You looked like you were having fun.

How would you know if I was having fun?

You don't know what I'm feeling.

Not then, not now.

Hell, you don't even
know what you're feeling.

Look, maybe you don't have

anything more important in your life

than the game, but I do!

Goodbye, Peter, Simone.

Bye, Janice.

Well...

I think Janice is taking this game

a little bit too seriously.

I think I'm gonna get some air.

That was a lot.

This game is pretty odd, huh?

It's certainly having
an effect on people.

You quit your job?

I did.

Yeah.

I did.

I'm... proud of you.

You were miserable there.

So, what's next?

I don't know.

I guess I'll... I'll
figure something out.

Well, for what it's worth,
I told my professor today

that I'm probably not
coming back to school.

Wow.

I guess we both have
some stuff to figure out.

Yeah.

Hmm.

I'm glad we met.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Me, too.

I, uh... I got to get back home.

Hey, uh, do you want to share a cab?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Oh, my professor got back to me.

Is everything okay?

Simone?

You were right.

Peter, I...

I think you were right.

What's that?

"Nothing like you
described happening now.

Dug this up from 20 years ago".

It's real.

The story's real.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Our heroes.

A motley crew of intrepid travellers...

barreling toward an illusive...

deeper truth.

With that truth comes risk.

With that truth comes danger.

Is this really just a game...

Peter...

or has it evolved into something else?