All language subtitles for Undone.S01E07

For those of you
who don't know me, I'm Alma,

Becca's sister
and the maid of honor.

For those of you who do know me,
you're probably all like,

"Oh, God,
who let her get up there?"

Tomorrow, Becca finally gets
to walk down the aisle

to kiss Reed.

And although
I am strongly against

the whole "father giving away
the bride" bullshit,

as if the bride
were her father's property

now being handed off
to her new owner.

I mean, the fact
that we still practice this
is complete insanity.

-Whoo! Ha-ha!
- See?

This guy knows
what I'm talking about.

Despite all that,

it's hard not to think
about the guy who's missing.

Our daddy.

But I think he is here.

Because I see him.

When Becca smiles.

Oh-oh! There he is.

Or when we get the check
at a restaurant,

and Becca gets
super into calculating the tip,

and she puts on her math face
the... Hmm.

You... You've seen it.

Or when she gets excited
about something

and just somehow lights up
the whole room.

I think that's Dad.

That's it.

Oh, shit, I forgot to say
stuff about Reed.

Solid dude, firm handshake.
L'chaim!

-Whoo!
- Thank you.

That was a good toast.
Not too much cursing.

Yeah, I fuckin' did that shit!

Okay, settle down, hm?
Aren't you glad
you're taking your pills?

Now you can relax
and enjoy the wedding.

Yes! It's all thanks
to these babies.

A zoom-zoom in a boom-boom.

-That's my good girl.
-Mm.

Ay, dios mio.
Your Tío Oscar's doing shots
with the 14 year olds.

-Aah.

Have you thought
about actually taking them?

Just to see?
Maybe they would help.

-Help with what?
-I dunno.

-We need to run some trials.
-Not now.

Oh, okay.

Hey, sissy-in-law!
Great speech!

Oh, yeah. "Sissy-in-law." Fun!

-You know it!
-Hey. Ugh.

Hey, Sam!

You have to join me and my boys
tomorrow morning.

We're hitting the links.

-I was just gonna watch TV--
-So you're free! Killer.

Hey, meet me in the lobby
at golf o'clock.

- I'll be there!

Hey, you know
what we're talking about.

-We're talking
about golf over here!
- Mulligan!

You son of a bitch.

Hey,
enjoy Reed's last circle jerk!

-When the hell
is "golf o'clock"?

-Okay, so you're all set
with the schedule tomorrow?
-Mm-hm.

Hair and makeup
starts at 9:00 A.M.,
8:45 just to be safe.

The wedding's not
'til 4:00, though.

I know, but I have to get
my hair done, and then I have
to get my makeup done.

And then, there's gonna be
photos in the room
of me getting dressed.

I thought you could be
zipping me up.

Then, there's all
of the group photos.

The family photos. Both sides.

All of the wedding party,
starting with
the first-look photo.

-First look?
-Why is this all new to you?

You're on
all of the e-mail chains.

Ugh, Becca.

Nobody reads e-mails.

But I am your sister,
and I love you.
And I will be there.

I cannot do four hours
of makeup and photos
tomorrow morning.

Sitting in a chair while someone
plays with your face

sounds like heaven
compared to golf.

Well, I'm gonna need
to sneak away

because I made plans
with Charlie Banderhorn.

You're meeting up with that guy?

I remembered
a fake LinkedIn account
I created, like, five years ago

under the name
Amber Schwartzbaum-De La Cruz

to see if this guy I was dating
was cheating on me.

Now, Amber's convinced Charlie
that she's an eager co-ed

whose dream is to be
a product manager just like him.

So she's gonna pick his brain.

I don't think it's the best idea
to go meet up
with some creepy dude

who you think killed your dad.

Are you kidding?
How can I not meet up with them?

-I just want you to be okay.
-And I will be.

-I'm serious.
-Babe!

You don't need to worry about
Amber Schwartzbaum-De La Cruz.

She grew up on the mean streets
of Las Vegas,

and she clawed her way out.

You're gonna be careful
out there today, right?

Yeah. I mean, I am nervous.

But...

I gotta do this.

-It's my day!

Oh, Lord, help me.

- No,
where are you going?

-No, no, no, I just have to--
Don't worry about it.
-No, don't go.

Yeah, yeah. No, no, no.
I'll be right back,
I'll be right back.

Okay, but don't forget!
The Courtyard at 11:00.
First-look photo.

-Courtyard, 11:00, first--
-Don't forget. Courtyard, 11:00,
first-look photo!

- Hi.
-Hi.

-Hi, Charlie.
-Amber.

-Amber. Great to meet you.
-Great to meet you.

So, Charlie,
tell me about the work you do

over at Global
Creation Associates.

Well, Monday mornings we have
a big, all-company meeting,

and then every department
has to report
on all the current projects.

Then, we get
a little one-on-one time
with the managers, then...

It's not a really
competitive atmosphere,
but I wanna win anyway.

And I'll generally have
another conference call.

I mean, it's really,
conference call
after conference call...

-What?
-Oh...

-No, this is really great stuff.

I kinda wanna know the stuff
that they don't tell you
on the tour.

-You know?
-Oh. Yeah, I get it.

You want the dirt.

Do you ever do anything
off the books

for that big ol' company
of yours?

Part biotech,
part weapons development...

Bound to be a skeleton
in there somewhere, eh?

Truth is...

I have done
a lot of secret stuff.

Oh.

Why don't we talk about it
some place
a little more private?

Yeah, I'm at the Farraday
all the time.

In fact,
this is my favorite room,

'cause it's got this incredible
view of the Alamo.

Ah.

-Here we go.

Alma, what are you doing?
Don't go into a room
with this guy.

-Dad, I got this.
-Don't--

So, where shall I start?

I'm interested in the work
you did with outside researchers

from 2001 to 2002.

That's very specific.

Didn't I read that you worked
with some scientists
from San Antonio University?

I think, uh, his name
was Jacob Winograd?

-Yeah, w-where'd you read that?
-Trade publication.

-Yeah, a trade publication.
-Mm-hm.

-So, you're big
on the trade publications?
- I must have been.

-Yeah, must have been.
-Yeah.

Would you like, uh... No.

What are you really after?

I told you,
I'm looking for information.

Winograd-Diaz? Huh.

Who are you, really?

I'm Jacob Winograd's daughter.

Seventeen years ago,
he was killed,

and you had something
to do with it.

-Oh, I did?
-Tell me what happened.

-Why don't you tell me
what you think happened?
-You wanted his research.

-No.
-You did. Your company did.

I mean, maybe at one point,

but look, I'm really sorry
that you lost your father.

I can't imagine
how difficult that must be,

but the work
that he gave to us...

-was nothing.
-That's not true.

I don't know where
you're getting your information,
but nobody wanted that research.

Somebody wanted it bad enough
to kill him for it.

Sweetheart, listen to me.

You're not gonna get
what you're looking for.

Okay? So, I think the best thing
you do now, for your own sake,

is to stop looking.

I can't believe
you went in there.
You've got to listen to me.

How am I supposed to go back
and save you

if I don't know what's going on?

All this detective work
you're doing?

It's pointless.

People are either lying to you
or they're lying to themselves.

We need to get you ready
to go back in time,

see what happened,
and change it!

I'm late for the photo session.

-Alma, oh, my God.
-I know, I know.

Let's cue
the first look.

-I'll get the groom.
-I'll get the veil.

- Thank you.
-Becca, I know. I get it.

I'm terrible, I'm late.

Just, please.
I've had such a day.

You've had such a day?
It's my wedding day.

Yeah, you mentioned that.

Alma, cállate.

Look, just apologize to me,
and let's move on from this.

-Okay?
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I slightly delayed
your first-look photos,

in which you present yourself
in virginal white

to the very man
whose touch makes you recoil.

-Alma.
-Yeah.

The one you so adore,
that the moment
you got engaged to him,

you ran off
and fucked a bartender!

Becca...

what's she talking about?

What's she talkin' about, Becca?

Reed, can...

Can we talk?

Unbelievable.

-Oh, shit, Becca.
-What are you doing?

Go, go, go!

Alma, oh, my God!

I know, I know.

-Let's cue the first look.
- I'll get the groom.

-Alma, how could you?
-I'm so, so sorry, you guys.

Becca, you look like an angel
fell from heaven.

Mom, let me...

- There we go.
Now go get the veil.
- Okay.

Oh, my God.
Becca, you look beautiful.

- Oh!

-Honey...
-Oh, my God, look at you.

- You look very handsome.
- You serious?
I don't look like an idiot?

-I think it's a clip-on.
- Okay, perfect!

Wedding party
should be on standby.

That was amazing.

You did it! You altered time!

-You actually did it!
-I know!

And it seems to be holding, too.

Please hold.
Please let this hold.

This is great.

You're ready to go back
to Halloween night
and change things. Let's do it!

Really?

Okay.

Um, right after the wedding.
Let's go.

No, no, no. Right now.

While you have momentum.
You know, while you believe
it's possible.

But Becca's wedding...

Yeah, well, you'll come
right back here.

It'll be like
you were never gone.

And I'll actually be here.
It'll be like I was never gone.

Okay. Fine. Let's go.

Dad?

Dad?

I can't move.

Dad, help me! Help me, Dad!

Tell me everything.
What did you see?

Why weren't you there?

I told you, I can't go with you.

But you-- you can do this
on your own.

And you are doing it!
Let's try again.

But I wasn't really there.

I was only half there,
and it didn't feel right.

-We're doing this wrong.
-That's the beauty
of experimentation.

You can try and try again
until you get it right.

I'm not strong enough.
And I don't think
you know what you're doing.

Well, try again. Right away.

I have a wedding to go to,
which you don't seem
to care about.

Alma...
This is all temporary.

-You okay?
-I'm fine .

-How was your jizz cookie
or whatever?
-Good, good.

I mean, it wasn't a game
of jizz cookie,
but it was totally fine.

We just drank beers
and killed a squirrel
with a golf ball.

I mean, I didn't. I would never.

But I just witnessed the crime
and said nothing, so...

Alma, we're places in five,

so don't dally,
or get drunk like you did
last night before your speech,

which was lovely.

Sam,
I could use your help.

Hurry!

-Alma, where's your sister?
-Mm.

-She's disappeared!
-What?

Ay, I knew this would happen!

Bad things happen
when you don't get married
in a church.

-Did you try the bathroom?
-Oh! That's good.

What is the theme
of this bar mitzvah?

I think it's "The Unknown Realms
of the Mesoamerican Tribes."

Sammy's theme was "Cell phones."

-Hey.
-Hi.

What happened?

Reed gave me
his grandmother's locket.

-Who's the dude?
-His grandfather.

His grandma wore it
for 72 years.

She died wearing it.

-Oh. That's creepy.
-No, it's nice.

Oh, so why are you cryin'?

Because I cheated on him.

-Before your accident.
-Oh...

-And then again last week.
-No shit, really?

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

I get in these
long-term relationships

because I want stability,
and then something in me,
like, freaks out.

That's why I pushed
the wedding up

because I wanted
to force myself to commit
before I screwed up again.

And then I just go
and I screw it up again.

I don't know
why I keep doing this!

'Cause you're human,
and you're not perfect.

Which is totally perfect
and wonderfully human.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe we're just two girls
with a dead dad
and a crazy grandmother,

and we're just destined
to hurt people.

That sounds harsh.

I never said
anything like that, did I?

You know, if Reed
really knew who I was,
there's no way he'd love me.

He wouldn't even like me.

And I worked so hard to get
into this tight-ass dress.

Of course
he would still love you.

Who could help themselves?
You're totally lovable.

Should I tell him?
Before we get married?

Jesus Christ,
you want to tell him now?

God, the guilt is eating me up.
I can't go out there.

Like, it's gonna pop out of me.
They're gonna say,
"Becca, do you..."

And I'm gonna say,
"Fuck bartenders?
Uh-huh, yep. Sure do."

Okay.

-Do you want to marry this guy?
-I do.

Well, then marry him!

And then go to counseling,
I don't know.

But you can't tell him
before the wedding.

I just feel so bad.

And you should feel bad.
Because you cheated
on your fiancé.

I know.

But that doesn't mean
you should make him feel bad.

He didn't do anything.

Okay. All right,
then after the wedding?

Way after.
You gotta enjoy this day.

This is your day.

I'm just so sorry, you know?

-I'm sorry.
-I know, babe.

Would you walk me down
the aisle with Mom?

You know,
'cause Dad can't be here.

-Becca, I would love to.

Okay.

Come here, you.

-I can't really move
in this dress.
-I know. It's really firm.

-Yeah. It's very tight.
-You're very firm.

Ladies and gentlemen,
for the first time,

Mr. and Mrs. Reed Hollingsworth!

I know, it's a terrible habit.

But sometimes,
when you're having a bad day,

it just hits the spot.

Can I bum one?

-It really is so gross.

Hey, what was that dance
you guys were doing in there?

-It's called, "La Antigua."
-"The Old One?"

It's for the ancestors.

The copal, the smoke,
calls them in,
and the dance honors them.

I felt connected to it.

-Does that make sense?
-Well, yeah.

All of our dances
connect us to each other.

-And you're mestiza, right?
-Yeah.

So, it's in you.

Even though you don't know
the dance, you know the dance.

You should come see a ceremony.

-It's different
from what we do in there.
-How so?

We dance together
for hours at a time.

Sometimes for several days.

Just trying to empty ourselves

emotionally, spiritually,
and physically.

Trying to open ourselves
to whatever comes next.

You can dance for that long?

We find a lot of strength
that way,

through just being nothing,
you know?

Yeah. I think so.

♪ I want to be ♪

♪ The last ♪

♪ To kiss you good night ♪

I wanted to be here for Becca.
I really did.

That's why
I've been pushing you so hard

'cause I wanted
to be here with you.

And it's been great,
spending this time with you,

and seeing how quickly
you've progressed.

I'm proud of you.

And, yeah, my research
in the wrong hands
could be dangerous,

but that's my burden.

Not yours.

And this is a special night.

Not only for your sister,
but for your whole family.

You should enjoy it.

♪ I wanted you to be the first ♪

♪ And know, at last ♪

♪ I found my own true love ♪

All of our dances
connect us to each other.

Even though
you don't know the dance...

you know the dance.

We dance for hours at a time.

Sometimes for several days.

Try not try.

Be like the sky.