All language subtitles for Undone.S01E03

Were you sleepwalking again?

Wait, what?

Were you sleepwalking again?
-Oh. I guess so.

What are you doing?

Looking for my glasses.

You don't wear glasses.

-Are you sure?

Have you seen my harmonica?

Ah! Ah! Stop!

No? What about here?

-Getting warmer.

Did you move the photos
in the hallway?

-What?
-The photos in the hallway
are in a different order.

Did you move them around
while I was in the hospital?

-I don't think so.
-Hm...

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I know two weeks
is a long time
for me to be away.

That's like one seventy-eighth
of your life.

But it felt
like a long time for me, too.

I mean,
imagine if your birthday came
only once every six years,

then none of you
would have had a birthday yet.

And you'd have to wait
a whole 'nother lifetime
for candles and cake.

That's how long it felt for me
to be away from you.

-What kind of cake?
-Not the point.
Try to keep up, Cassie.

-Yes, Zabeth?

Were you scared?

-I...

I don't remember.

You really don't remember
anything?

The doctor said it's normal
with trauma.

It's just the days
around the accident.
But it'll come back.

Do you have any scars?
From the accident?
Do you have any scars?

-Well, I... I do have this.
- Ew!

-Maybe you don't
need to lift your--
-What about that?

Oh, that's old.

My dad died,
and I thought it was my fault.

But that was a long time ago.

What is "died"?

-Okay, okay. Hey,
why don't we all go play? Yay!

Now, hey.

I got it.
Why don't you take a break?

-Okay.
-And you can have more time
if you need it.

-There's no rush.
-I-- I know, but it's...

It's better for me
if things get back to normal.

Yeah, sure!
Or maybe even better
than normal.

Like not flashing the kids
or whatever.

-It's okay. It's okay.
I'm here. Your dad's here.

I know!
Why do you think I said, "Ah!"

Where have you been?
What is happening?

When do things
get back to normal?

Things aren't gonna
get back to normal.

We talked about this.
Don't you remember?

I-- I can't do this.
I can't keep...

Ending up places
and seeing stuff
and missing things.

No, you can do this, all right?

I know that you can
because you will,

because in a way,
you already have.

Because time is a limited form
of experience, you know
what I mean?

No, I don't.
I don't understand any of this.

Okay. I just--

Come here,
I wanna show you something.

-See these blocks?
-Yeah.

Imagine these blocks
are the whole world.

I mean, everything in the world,
in the whole universe, really.

Like, this block
is the pyramids,
and this block is Julia Roberts,

and this block
is a grilled cheese sandwich.

Okay, so here comes
Mr. Construction Worker--

Oh, we like to pretend
that's a lesbian mom.

Sure, it's a lesbian mom,
and she's walking,
and she's looking around, and...

And from her perspective,
well, these blocks
are everything.

But you and I, we're up here,

and we can see,
no, they're just blocks.
You understand?

-Right, but--
-See, you're not really up here.

Well, you have one foot up here,

and you have one foot
still down there
in the blocks.

-Yeah.
-It won't always
be like this. See...

It's kinda like
driving stick shift

versus
an automatic transmission.

I mean,
an automatic transmission's
easier,

but you're not really driving,
right?

The car's driving you.
So, I want you to...

Want you to close your eyes
and take a deep breath.

And remember that feeling
of the first time you drove
a stick.

I've never driven a stick shift.
-Really?

I don't know how to drive stick.

-No one
taught you to drive stick?
-No.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-You don't know
how to drive stick?
-No.

-Your mom never taught you
how to drive stick?
-What, are we caught in a loop?

-No, man!
-I just can't believe
somebody could say

they taught you to drive,
and they never taught you
stick.

-That's the basics!
-Well, how about this.

You want
to teach your daughter
how to drive stick, don't die!

Well, if you're gonna use that
against me--

And you know, also,
didn't you lose your title
of "Expert on Driving Cars"

when you died in a car accident?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! I told you,
it wasn't an accident.

Someone was trying to kill me.

You think I would just drive
so recklessly into a ravine?

Leave you behind like that?
I would never do that.

-Who would want to kill you?
-I can't know for sure.
That's why I need your help.

-Why me, though?
-Because you're outside
of the moment. And you can.

I mean,
every time I try to get close
to my own death,

I-- I get pushed away
by the trauma.

I try to focus,
but I end up someplace else--

Hey, hey! Careful, careful!
You could hurt her.

-You okay? Say you're sorry.
-Mm.

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

All right, go play.

What were you doing?

The Chichimeca
were a fierce nomadic tribe who lived north of the Valley...

Uh-huh. Sure.

Yeah, you know,
I think things will probably
sort themselves out

with a little more time.

Uh-huh. I will. Okay. Bye.

That was Tunde.
He's worried about you.

-He thinks maybe you should take
some more time off.
-And he called you?

What are you, my dad?
Where's my phone?

I thought it was weird, too.
I mean, you probably know better
than I do how you're doing.

And you're doing okay, right?

Come on,
I want to show you something.

Dad,
what if it's not safe for me
to be like this?

What if someone gets hurt?

What if everything
in the universe
is predetermined,

and people should take
a chill pill

'cause they don't actually
control anything?

-Is that true?
-Look, you don't hurt people.

You help people.
That's who you are.

Remember when you were eight,
you went to that new school,

and everyone teased you,
even that stinky girl Rita?

-Yeah. Those girls sucked.

Yeah, and your mom and I,
we got calls from the principal

because
you kept showing up to gym class
without your uniform.

It turns out you were lending
your dry shorts to Rita
whenever she wet herself.

I probably
just wanted to get out
of climbing a dumb rope.

No, you're a thoughtful kid.
You're kind and special
and good.

Dad, I wish you could've seen
what a fuck-up I've been.
You wouldn't say these things.

Your core
will always be your core,
you know?

-I'm your dad.
I know these things.
-Of course.

The only one in my family
who believes in me
is the dead one.

For now. Do you know what I did?
Do you know who I was?

You were a professor.
A science professor.

-Science?
Try Theoretical Physics.
-I said "science."

Calling Theoretical Physics
"science"

is like saying John Lennon
was a singer.

-Well, he did sing.

So, let's talk
about time travel.

Theoretically,
why is time travel impossible?

Come on, guys,
we talked about this last week.
What is the barrier?

The light speed barrier?

The light speed barrier.
Thank you, Farnaz.

So, does anything move
faster than light?

- No!
- Superman?

-Quantum entanglement does.
-Quantum entanglement does.
Very good.

Now, how does this help us
with time travel. Anybody?

Come on. No one knows?

Well, that's a shame
'cause I was hoping
you could tell me

'cause I don't know either.

I lied. I know.

-What?
-Quantum entanglement.
Time travel. All of it.

Remember the research
I was doing with the shamans?

I got one of our friends
to take a spin
in the MRI machine.

Oh, my God.
This is a shaman's brain?
This is amazing.

-If we continue down this path--
-The university's never going
to fund Phase Two.

If only we could get
an independent grant.

Oh, you know what,
I forgot to tell you, uh,
we got an independent grant.

Holy shit!

I can't believe this...

What's going on
with you and your little
teacher's pet here?

I feel like you're honing in
on the wrong part of this.

We're talking about rearranging
the fundamentals of time.

Rearranging?

Sam?

-Yeah?
-You changed the pictures again.

Well, yeah.
You said they were wrong,
so I rearranged them.

I still don't think
this is right.

Honestly, I didn't even know
they were in an order
to begin with.

But how
did they get out of order
in the first place?

You know, I bet
it was one of those burglars
that breaks in your house

and doesn't steal anything,
but just moves stuff around
to confuse you.

Right,
one of those prankster burglars.
Sure, sure, sure, sure.

Not everything
is a huge mystery, okay?

They probably just fell off
and I put them back up.

-Did they fall off
and then you put them back up?
-Yeah. Maybe. Probably.

-You don't know?
-I'm sorry, okay?

You're not the only one
who's had a rough couple
of weeks.

Okay. Sorry.

Look, you don't need to worry
about me

-because I'm pretty much okay.
-Pretty much?

I'll be more focused. I promise.

Alma, I consider you a friend,
but I'm also, like,
technically your boss.

And I have to do what's right
for the safety of the kids

as much as I sometimes wish
the story time mat

would swirl into a black hole
and suck them all away.

I mean, that'd be pretty cool.

And also, a tragedy.
And not cool. At all.

Okay, we'll give it
another shot.

But if you're feeling weird
about anything,

just come talk to me,
and we'll figure it out.

Okay. And, um,

if you're feeling weird
about anything,

just bring your concerns
directly to me
and don't call my boyfriend.

-'Cause that's weird.
- Hm.

I'm not sure
you're the best judge

of your emotional recovery
right now,

so I wanted an outside opinion.

Hm. Well,
you don't need to do that.

Well,
I'll do what I think is right
for the safety of the kids.

Mm--

That was pathetic.

Where were we? Here, so...

Everyone has two,
for lack of a better word,
selves--

-Dad--
-So, when the selves split--

-This isn't working, okay?
I can't do this.
-Okay. You can do this.

-I want to help you,
but I can't.
-You will.

No, no, no, no. Listen,
you're just going too fast.
And I'm pushing you.

We're both learning here.
We can do this together.

Okay, but...

I need to be able to function.
You know, like,
in the real world.

I know what you need.
You need an anchor.

You need something physical
that will keep you present
in the physical plane.

Like a rosary,
or a prayer wheel.

Uh, you know what?

-Where is it?
-Are we in Mom's attic?

Yeah, well, there's this thing
I became obsessed with.

Your mother wanted me
to throw it out,

but I knew
it would come in handy one day,
so I hid it up here.

I miss the attic.

When I was a teenager,
I used to get high...

scores on my tests
by coming up here and studying.

-Aw! Come on.
- Hm.

Hey! Look at that!

-And still works!
-Wait.

This is the thing
that's supposed to anchor me
to the physical realm?

-Electronic blackjack.
-It's not the object, okay?

It's the act of playing it.
The repeatable action.

It's complex enough
to keep you focused,

but it's simple enough
not to overwhelm you.

You just focus
on the pattern of the game,
and that'll keep you connected

to the larger universal timeline
as it proceeds in order.

-Well, you know, in order--
-Are you for real right now?

Uh-huh, 19.
I should hold, but...

-Boom! Still got it.

- Alma! Vámanos!

Where are you? We gotta go!
-Where do they want me to go?

-Oh, I didn't tell you.
It's Saturday right now.
-What?

What happened to Thursday
and Friday?

Don't worry.
Those days are jackasses.

-What?
-Besides, you can
go back to them

anytime that you want.

Especially Thursday
you should check out

because you found
a new Thai place
that you liked.

- Alma!
What are you doing up there?
-Okay.

-Here, take it.
Oh, wait, one more.

-Okay, it's yours. Go.

- Becca!
- What?

Are you
gonna have a Jewish wedding?
'Cause I wanna dance the hora.

We're not Jewish, Alma.

But Dad is. Was.

Speaking of Dad,
there was another person
in the car with him that night?

Farnaz, right?

-Well, you know that.
-No, I didn't.
You never told me that.

Well,
then I must not have thought
it was important,

or I would have mentioned it.

Or if it wasn't important,
then you would have told me,

because it wouldn't have been
a secret.

I thought I did.

-Do you think
they were having an affair?
-Alma! No!

She was his student.
That's all I know.

-Damn it!

If you want to have
a conversation with me,

take your nose out
of that game, hm?

Yeah, it's super annoying.
What about this one?

I prefer the other.

-I'm not
wearing a lace collar, Mom.
-Yeah, Mom, come on.

Well, what do I know?

I've only been
to many more weddings
than either of you.

-Yeah, in the '80s.
-Burn! Ya old, Mom!

Ay, Dios mio.

Can you please stop bleeping
and blooping and help me
for a second?

Just get one with a high waist
so it doesn't hurt when you eat.

Do not do that.
Everyone will think
you're pregnant.

That's super helpful.
Now, excuse me.

I'm gonna go
get a decorative ring pillow
for me to scream into.

-You're welcome.
-Becca.

Do you think it's possible
somebody wanted to kill them?

Alma!

I mean,
why would dad just drive himself

-into a quarry--
-Alma, cállate,okay?

-I don't
want to talk about this.
-Okay, what about this one?

-Ah, beautiful!
-Get it.

-Why did you even come?
-Come on, you know I'm not good
at this stuff.

You wanna go to the bar later?
I'm good at that.

-Which bar?
-The bar we always go to.

-What is that?
What are you doing?
-What?

Are you seriously
bringing Sam with you
to my wedding?

Why wouldn't I?

-You really
don't remember anything?
-Remember anything about what?

Okay, you know what, Alma?
I am sick of this.
I'm sorry, Mom...

What am I--

Because if that's the way
you wanna live,

then that's the way
you wanna live!

Where did you get that game?

Ow!

-You okay?

-Was this couch
always this far forward?
-Yeah?

No! It wasn't!

Look!
You can see the indentations
in the carpet.

Hm. Weird.

I swear to God
you moved everything around
while I was in the hospital

just to mess with me.

-Why would I do that?
-I don't know.

I just feel
like everyone's messing with me.

Alma, I swear to God, I'm not.

Whatcha got there?

Did something happen
between you and Becca
while I was in the hospital?

-I don't think so.
-She thinks you're not coming
to the wedding.

Oh! Well, you know your sister.
She gets weird about stuff.
She's a weird lady.

She's actually
aggressively not weird.
That's kind of her problem.

Weddings do always bring
the worst out of people.

I guess so.

-Damn it!

Mateo!
What's happening? All right!

Oliver, my man!

Rosa Celia! Crayon up your nose!
You do you, girl!

-Cassie!
-Whatcha playing?

-A game.
-I wanna play!

Cassie!
Right now, it's Alma's turn.

-Maybe next time,
it will be your turn.
-Oh. No, no, no, no.

This is an adult game.
It would be irresponsible for me
to let her play.

That's not fair!

Hey, Alma. Question.

Is it absolutely necessary
for you to play that game
continuously?

It kinda is, actually.

Uh-huh, well,
okay, follow-up question:
Is it--?

Doctor's orders.
It helps me focus,
and that's what you wanted.

You wanted this.

So a doctor ordered you
to play electronic blackjack

all the time to get better?

What, do you want to see
a prescription or something?

Yeah, actually,
I'd be really interested
in that.

Tunde, I really wish
you wouldn't get in the middle

of a woman's health care rights
and treatment.

-Okay, yeah. Enjoy your game.
-Thank you.

-Bye.
-Bye!

-Take care.
-Take it easy.

Bye, Oliver!

-Say goodbye, Oliver!
-Goodbye!

-Bye.
-Bye.

Oh, you're leaving us so soon.

Wait!

Wai--

Just, um, keep him away
from the water, please.

-I don't understand.
- Alma--

- What's in the water?
- Nothing.

-Nothing, Alma's just, just--
-Listen to me!

Right now.
- Hey.

You need to get him
swim lessons, okay?

I know I sound crazy,
but I'm just trying to help.

Okay! It's okay, Alma.
We'll sign him up.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-Ow! Ow!

-Hey.
- Hey.

What's all this stuff?

I stole it from my mom's attic.
Don't tell her.

Hm...

I'm figuring out
who killed my dad.

I didn't know
that's what happened.
Is that what happened?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

-So, uh, how was school today?
-It was good.

Good. Um, are you gonna
come back to bed?

Yep, in a bit.