All language subtitles for gi6-ts-s01e06-720p

You want to kill Stu Redman,
don't you?

- Yes.
- What about the others?

- The others?
- The old witch,

and her five little chosen.

- We're the future.
- Yes. Us.

You want me to break into Harold's house?

Yeah. A-And search it.

I think he might be
planning something bad.

Seems to me we need to send
somebody or bodies out to Vegas.

- Spies.
- I'm in.

I nominate Judge Farris.

Of course,
I understand the risks,

and of course, I accept.

Hey, I really think
we ought to consider Tom Cullen.

Tom. Hi.

How do you know
it's time to come back?

I'll see the full moon.

"M-O-O..."

I told you
not to do anything

having to do with the dark man
until we got the okay from above.

We're almost there.

Then we go to him.

We all have choice

until we don't.

She's gone.

She left us.

Mother A!

♪ I have been ♪

♪ To Abilene ♪

♪ The spirit world rising ♪

♪ I have seen ♪

♪ In Abilene ♪

♪ The Devil has Texas ♪

Thank you! Thank you!

Purification, that's what it's called!

Superior in some ways,
but inferior to many others.

♪ Purple robes ♪

♪ They shall wear ♪

♪ The spirit world rising ♪

God is real!

You are the man I want.

The one who will bring me the great fire.

Look at what I will give you.

Donald Merwin Elbert,

what's this I hear about you burning
old lady Semple's pension check?

Hey, Trash,
you burned your cock off yet?

Don't you know playing with fire
makes you wet the bed?

Where do I find you?

West, beyond the mountains.

My life for you.

- Mother A!
- Mother Abagail!

- Mother A!
- Mother A, can you hear my voice?

Mother A, where are you?

Mother Abagail!

- Mother A!
- Mother Abagail, can you hear me?

Mother Abagail's gone.

What? You mean like dead?

Gone like gone.

Missing.

You think it was him?

Actually, I came here to ask you that.

How would I know?

Well, it seems like you have
some way of communicating

with our friend that I'm not privy to.

So...

what has he been telling you
that he's not been telling me?

- Harold...
- Does he have other people in Boulder?

No.

You know, it is possible that...

there are things
he's not telling you either.

No. He tells me everything.

He needs me.

- He needs us.
- Is that so?

So tell me, how badly does this fuck us?

Completely.

Sideways, in fact.

Did you know
that the Chinese character for "crisis"

includes the Chinese character
for "opportunity"?

There's gonna be a vigil tonight
at Mother A's house.

And I'm betting
just about every soul in Boulder

is gonna be there, all crowded together.

Why kill just the committee...

When we can take out everyone?

There's a smart girl, Nadine.

How do you like it?

Not bad.

Slim it down a little.

I might know the perfect place to put it.

You like this?

You like this?

I love this.

You like the girls?

Thank you.

Maybe try not
to freak out the guests.

You smell like gasoline and bird shit.

You're gonna die.

I'm sorry.

I am not completely like other people.

I've been fiddling
with this forever.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about fire, would you?

Okay.

Um, you got to let air in.

Oh. Air.

Do you ever think how strange
that is, huh?

How fire needs oxygen to survive?

Just burning.
Always burning.

And they don't know it, but I know.

The legendary Trashcan Man.

Lloyd, I do believe we've found our man.

I don't know about that.

My life for you. My life for you.

What's the biggest fire
in history?

S-Siberia.

Sorry, I should have been
more specific there.

What's the biggest man-made fire?

And I'm not talking
about a bunch of hikers

getting careless with a Sterno can.

I'm talking about someone
actually riding the animal.

Bending it to their will.

Tsar Bomba. 1961.

Tsar Bomba.

1961. Soviet nuclear test.

A chance to spit fire in the face of God.

They managed to produce
the most powerful fire mankind's created

since we first started
rubbing sticks together in the desert.

Speaking of deserts,
there's a military facility out there.

Several, actually,
but I have a particular one in mind.

Now, I want you to go there...

and bring me back the fire.

- Grab him. I ain't touching him.
- My life for you.

My life for you.

My life... My life for you!

My life for you.

Oh, you build a hell of a blaze,
Trashy, my boy.

My life for you.

I believe you're gonna be
very special to me.

My life for you!

Lloyd, hang back a sec.

Can I assume the airfield will be ready
by the time he returns?

Uh, yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. It's right on track.

Can I ask you something?

Do we really need this freaking joker?

Okay? Because anything that he can do,
I can do better. I'm telling you.

And I don't even think
we need to set a fire.

Lloyd, my precious flower.

Jealousy doesn't become you.

I ain't jealous.

The fire's for the holdouts.

Another of the witch's spies
is on the way.

Been hiding on the edge of the desert,

biding her time.

Oh, that's probably because they
want to scatter their arrivals,

lest that we don't associate 'em
with each other.

I figured that out on my own.

I need her alive.

Yeah, here's the thing though,
like, my border men,

they aren't exactly "surgical."

They're a little more like big,
mean shitkickers.

- They get a little trigger-happy...
- Alive!

She's gonna tell me who the third spy is.

You still can't see him?

I wouldn't worry about it.

I'm sure they're staggering
their arrival too.

That's probably why you can't see it,

- 'cause they ain't even here yet.
- No.

Even before I could see
the old hag at the motel,

I... I could feel her.

But this, this last one, every time I try,
it's exactly the same.

All I see is...

the moon.

M-O-O...

Hey!

Big man. You got your walkie?

They need you upstairs.
Somebody puked in the fountain again.

U-uh, excuse me, miss?

C-Could you, uh,
could you tell me what this word is?

What do you need, boy?

Could you tell me what word this is?

"Run"?

- You can't read "run"?
- "Run"?

- You mean like...
- Like run.

Yeah, run. Run your big ass upstairs,

and get the puke
out of the fountain. Okay?

Run. Run.

Run now. Run.

"Run, Forrest, run!"

Think he's smarter than us?

This is hitting you harder
than any of us.

You were closest to Mother Abagail,
you and Nick.

Oh, yeah. One of us won't stop looking,
the other won't even start!

Only time he goes outside,

isn't to join the search,
it's to bring me in.

Yeah, I read the note.
I'm the one who found it.

I'm rested enough.

Restored all my faculties,
my powers of observation.

You know, I think it'd be appropriate

for Mother Abagail's
handpicked representatives

to be just a little bit more
concerned that she's gone.

Ray, that's not fair.
You know we've all been here all night.

Yeah. You've been working so hard,
you're almost fatigued.

Thank God you've been able
to recharge yourselves

with Professor Bateman's
mandated rest periods.

Ray, listen to me.
We're looking for her, okay?

She doesn't even want us to look for her.
We're just looking smart, that's all.

She's a 108-year-old woman.

She'd be the first to tell you this place
gotta be able to run without her.

Fuck you, Glen.

You condescending, ivory-tower,
wasi'chu motherfucker!

Oh.

Uh, sorry.

Hey, big man.

We interrupting?

No, no, no, just everybody's, uh,
nerves are a little frayed at the moment.

Come on in.

The kids all made, uh,

Mother Abagail cards,
wishing her to come back to us.

So said I'd bring 'em by.

That's really nice, Nadine. Thanks.

Oh, well, it was
the kids' idea.

- Yeah, thank you.
- They made me promise

to put them out, you know,
in each room, the cards,

just so that everyone
would see them tonight

when everyone's in here
stacked on one another.

Hey, you need some help?

Oh. Uh, well, uh, no.

I'm cool. Thank you.

How about I-I at least look after the kid
for a little while this afternoon?

I mean, I know it was
a long day for you too.

You got a pretty big role to play tonight,
so maybe just save your energy.

Nah, come on. I mean,
we'll have a mini jam session

and get rid of my pre-show jitters.

You can pick him up
when you come back for the vigil.

Um, you...
you aren't talking about

having Joe there tonight, are you?

Tell me you've thought this
through more than that.

The vigils, you remember the vigils

at the very beginning when
everyone started getting sick?

Well, the children sure do.

And mostly what they remember
is going to those vigils,

and then coming back home,

and everyone they knew and loved
getting sick and dying.

How do you think that's left them feeling
about vigils, generally?

No. Wow, uh...

that hadn't even occurred to me.

Hmm.

Empathy's not really your strong suit.

I mean, it didn't... it didn't
occur to any of us, I don't think.

I guess 'cause we're not,
you know, parents.

Nadine, I've said this before,
but the kids are really lucky to have you.

What do you say, bud?
Wanna head over to my place,

I'll show you the new amp. Let's go!

Have fun.

Uh, Stu?

- Yep?
- You said the next search shift

- starts at 3:30?
- Yep.

As a matter of fact, Harold,
I was just making my way back out there.

You coming?

Uh, no, I'm on gremlin detail
to give Mommy Nadine some rest.

Sorry to hear you're feeling run-down,
Miss Cross.

Uh, thank you, Harold.

You know, sleep is actually more important
to your health than food?

And yet there are still things
worth losing it over.

When was the last time you slept?

I don't know.

You're the one sleeping for two.

That doesn't make any sense.

You said it yourself to Ray,
you can't maintain...

I'll be fine. You should probably drop it.

- Just be careful.
- Always.

Yeah, don't worry about me. I'll just be
working on your speech for tonight.

Much appreciated, Professor Bateman.

We'll see you.

Well, nobody told me I was gonna
be here for the long haul,

so, um, I better go get
some more prenatals.

Last thing this kid needs is
a folic acid deficiency.

I guess there's something
You want me to see, Lord,

and I'm just not seeing it.

And that's why You think
I can't lead these people.

But I want to tell You

that you...

You can't take this out on them.

'Cause they...

they just need to...

I know what you fear, old Mother.

It ain't you.

Oh, yes, it is.

God sent Moses mountain-climbing,

Noah boat-building,

and let His Son get nailed to a cross
and said not a word.

Not even when he asked
to have the cup taken from his lips.

Said nothing.

You think my fear's greater than his?

Well, having observed a number
of crucifixions, I'd have to say no.

Get thee behind me, Satan.

That's not my name, you know.

Oh, I know.

You've got many names.

Oh, I do, indeed.

"My name is Legion,
for we are many."

I know what you're afraid of.

Oh, do you now?

You're scared that
when them people see you

and look right through you

and realize there's nothing there...

they gonna see you for what you are.

Nothing.

Oh, he's gone quiet, hasn't he?

Is that why you're out here
in the middle of nowhere?

Forty days and 40 nights?

If that's what it takes.

You're not looking for God,
Abagail Freemantle.

You know as well as I do,
He left this world a long time ago.

You're looking for death.

I don't want to hear
anything else you have to say.

Every night, you close your eyes

hoping it'll be the last time.

Wake up in the morning wishing you hadn't.

Every ancient fiber of your body
cries out for it, begs for it.

Oh, I know you fear him.

I can send you somewhere
he'll never find you.

Give you an ocean of endless peace.

Now, that's where you're wrong.

You can't send me anywhere
that God can't find me.

And if it's my time to go, I'll be gone.

Well, perhaps we can speed him along.

Fought like a bastard, this fella, huh?

Yesterday's entertainment,
today's meat popsicle.

Well, I guess you can handle loading
all the rest on your own.

Leave the keys on the driver's seat
when you're done.

You understand?

Let's go, hurry up!

Smells like shit down here.

Are you actually gonna
pick a 'tard over me?

Handicapable.

How about I try something a little louder?

Dead bodies really smell
like dead bodies.

Ow!

Oh, yes!

♪ Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ Black Betty had a child, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ The damn thing gone wild, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ She said I'm worryin'
Outta mind, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ The damn thing gone blind, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ I said, oh, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam ♪

Damn bitch drew down on me.

I'm just supposed to stand there,

and let that fucking cunt
shoot my fucking dick off?

Okay, you expect us to believe
that this lady just rolled down

her fucking window and took a blast at you
like it was a drive-by?

She talked for a little bit,

said some shit about
being a federal judge,

or some shit like I'm supposed to bow down
and kiss her old, wrinkled ass.

Oh, Bobby-Terry, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby-Terry.

Fuck, man. Maybe it ain't her.

I mean, she's from Boulder, so she ought
to be coming from the east, right?

You think a spy
might take some precaution

far as disguising where they're from?

She sure did seem
like one of those old

Portland hippies you'd read about.

Well, used to.

Incredible.

Well, let's hope that's all she was.

All right. No harm, no foul.

This will be fun.

Mmm.

It's not her?

Well, of course it's her.

Lloyd impress upon you the importance
of taking her alive?

- I told 'em all in no uncertain term...
- Lloyd.

- I'm just saying that they all...
- No.

But...

I'm sorry for interrupting, Flagg.

Apology accepted.

You see how easy that was?

Lloyd took responsibility
for his misbehavior.

And he was forgiven.

Sorry, Mr. Flagg.

What for?

For, uh...

you know.

No, I don't know.

Lloyd says you told him
it was self-defense.

Should my men have to apologize
for defending themselves?

- No. Mm-mmm, absolutely not.
- No. Mm-mmm.

Absolutely not.

Bobby-Terry,

an attack on one of my men
is an attack on me.

And if I'm attacked, I hit back harder.

I expect my men to do the same.

So...

what are you sorry for?

No way you could've deescalated, huh?

The little lady was that much of a threat.

Old bag of bones.

A hundred pounds soaking wet.

Only way it could've gone.

You or her.

Are you sorry, Bobby-Terry?

Yeah.

Bobby-Terry!

You screwed it up!

Boo.

- Out of my way! Fuck...
- Ah!

My sincere apologies to the housekeeper.

No problem, Mr. Flagg.

I will get that handled for you
right away, sir.

I mean, I didn't know
he was gonna do that.

Give me six of your best guys
right this moment.

Make sure one of 'em is that big fella,
Mr. M-O-O-N.

That guy. The big guy.

- Yeah.
- A guy named Moon?

There's something with "moon"
I was supposed to...

- What, Lloyd?
- M-O-O-N.

- Yeah. Yes, Moon.
- Moon.

- Wait, Moon?
- Moon.

What? What?

He's about
the best goddamn janitor I ever saw.

Where do I find Mr. Moon?

Mr. Moon?

Come out, come out, Mr. Moon.

Where the fuck are you?

Hey, anybody seen Mr. Moon?

Norris, can you read me? Frannie?

- Mother A!
- Anyone?

All right, anyone can hear us,

we're in a little bit
of a dead spot out here,

so we're gonna have to get back to you
when we get a little more altitude.

Uh, grid square 26 is complete.

- Moving on to 27. Over.
- Mother A!

I got a little idea.
Why don't we park it, take a nap,

see if Mother Abagail
comes to us in a dream.

Maybe she'll let us know where she's at.

You're too used to getting lucky.

I don't know, might be worth a shot.

At least we'll get a little shut-eye.

You know, a few months ago,
if you told me there was...

gonna be some magical old Black lady
who could crack into your dreams,

I would have laughed in your face.

Well, I would have laughed
right with you, my friend.

You ever step back and just think
about how far we've come?

Well, to tell you the truth, Harold,

mostly I think about
how far we still have to go.

Nah. That's a Sunday stroll
compared to what we've been through.

This time last year,
no one even heard of Captain Trips.

You'd never heard of Frannie Goldsmith.

She'd never heard of you.

I don't know what to say, Harold.

I wish I knew why things end up
the way they do, but I don't.

But I do know it must seem unfair to you,
so I'm sorry.

You know, I'm starting
to get used to not knowing.

Not knowing all the whys
and the hows of it all.

Why'd all those people have to die, hmm?

And we lived?

Shit, that ain't fair.

It just... well, it just is.

You make it sound like it's all random.

You think it's not random?

It's destiny.

Stu?

Yo!

- Norris?
- Yeah.

Trying to raise you on the walkie,
this piece of shit.

- Glen wants you back at the house.
- What?

Go over what you're gonna say
at the... at the vigil.

We got another hour left on our shift.

Yeah... I got more hands out here
than I got work for, Stu, you know?

Everybody wants to be a part
of getting her back.

But it's probably a waste of time though.

What do you mean by that?

I never say never.

Not these days.
And especially not about her.

But she's a hundred-year-old woman
out here with no cold-weather gear, right?

It'd be a miracle if she made it
through last night.

Come on.
Come on, let's go. It's starting.

Okay.

If I'm right, doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter.

If I'm wrong...

"Remember that time Frannie's pregnancy
brain made her, like, crazy paranoid?"

Yeah.

If I'm right, it doesn't matter.

Ooh!

N-No, Harold! Fuck!

What is this? What the fuck is going on?
What are you doing?

You weren't supposed to see this.

Why are you here, Frannie?
This is all wrong. This is all wrong.

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

Captain Trips was supposed
to be my great adventure.

Me. Me!

Harold Emery Lauder.

The kid everybody looked right by.

The kid whose own fucking parents
pretended like he didn't even exist.

And then one day, they didn't exist.

Not just them, everybody.

And it was just you and me.

You were the only girl
that I'd ever wanted or cared about.

The girl that I wouldn't have a shot with
unless I were the last man on earth.

And then I was.

And then came Stu fucking Redman.

And I was still alone.

And you all threw me away.

Again!

So I'm gonna fix things.

I'm gonna fix this whole world, Fran.

One blast of violence.

One pointed stroke of cruelty
to set the world right.

So you're gonna pay.

And I'm gonna kill every last one of
Mother Abagail's little fuckwit disciples

Except you.

Harold, what happened?

This isn't you. I know you.

You don't know me.

I do.

I might be the only person left
in the world who knows you.

We might be the only people left
who know each other.

You're my only connection to the world
before all of this shit happened.

I need... I need that.

Don't start pretending
like you care about me!

You think I didn't see how you treated me?

Like I was the plague itself.

You think nobody cared about you,
but it's just not true.

We were there all along.

All the people who cared
about you were there all along,

and we still are.

The world didn't turn its back on you.

I tried and I tried.

Again and again.

And all I got was 86 fucking rejection
letters and a world that hates me.

It is our responsibility
to keep trying, Harold.

To keep going, to survive.

And that means more now
than it ever has, you understand?

We can't do it alone.
The only way to do it is together.

And you taught me that, Harold.

We're the future, remember?

I'm sorry, Frannie.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- I'm sorry.
- No! No, Harold, no!

No, no, no!

Harold! No!

Don't do this, Harold!

You might want
to save your screaming

for someone who'll actually hear it!

They're probably on their way
to the vigil by now, Fran!

Oh, my God, the vigil.
Harold, you don't have to do this!

I do. It's the only way.

I'm gonna show you all
what I'm fucking worth.

No, Harold!

Please don't do this!

Harold?

Hey, buddy, I'm telling you,

you got to play it slow
until you play every note right.

Gotta take your time, man.

Hey.

You didn't have to come
all the way up here.

I mean,
I would have dropped him off last...

before I went to the, uh...

Um, can we actually talk for a second?

We're talking right now.

You were right before.

That empathy is not my strong suit.

It... ...never has been.

I, um, spent my whole life
focused on one thing,

and I guess I just never really
made time for other people.

Not even my mom.

No, I'm sorry.

Seriously.

Look, I know you care about Joe's feelings
more than anyone in the world.

- I just...
- Not just Joe.

Last night, I, uh...

I, um...

I told Sofia that she could go
to the vigil tonight.

You want me to come with you?

I think we both know you need to be there.

Yeah.

You're a good man, Larry Underwood.

The jury's still out on that one.

You knock 'em dead tonight, okay?

- Come on.
- Go ahead, dude.

Go hang with your friends
and Mommy Nadine.

We'll have another jam session tomorrow,
all right?

Nadine and Mommy Nadine
are two different people.

Come on.

Psst.

We got anybody on the north side?

Anybody north side?

Nadine?

Nadine!

Fuck.

No fucking way.

You sure you don't need me?

You're gonna miss the beginning.

Long as I don't miss any
of that Stu Redman.

Go on, Joe. Find yourself a seat.
I'll be right there.

I just need
to take care of something first.

...so he can't be entirely.

Never talk to me like that again.

No one created me!

I am evil.

Evil existed long before good.

Joe. Go.

Please.

I'll be right back. I promise.

That's my good Joe.

Shit. Fuck. Fuck.

Help. Help!

There's a bomb!

There's a bomb. Help!

Shit!

Look how he spends his time.
Forty-three species of parrot.

Nipples for men.

- Slugs.
- Slugs!

He created slugs!

They can't hear, can't speak.

You can't send me
anywhere that God can't find me.

If I were creating a world,

I wouldn't mess about
with butterflies and daffodils.

I would've started with lasers,
eight o'clock, day one!

Started to think
you weren't gonna show.

I got tied up.

With Joe...

or with Larry?

He broke into my house last night,
by the way.

What? Why didn't you
tell me that this morning?

Because I needed you to hold it together.

So he knows?

About us?

Maybe.

About this?

Dumb fuck never got in my basement.

- Good evening, Glen.
- Hey. Hey, how you doing?

- Hey, there.
- Hi, there.

What's up, man? Hang in there.

Glen? Hey, Glen.

- No luck?
- No.

Haven't heard from either of 'em?

No, no, Frannie's not at our place,
and Larry's not answering his walkie.

Maybe they ran off together.

Stu? Stu, come in.

- No, I'm just saying, it's part...
- Yeah, go for Stu.

I know.
Just get the heat packs on her.

- Belly and armpits.
- Wait, Norris.

Slow down. Say that again.
I didn't catch it.

- Holy shit, Stu!
- What the fuck is he talking about?

Turn it up.

You broke up, Norris.
One more time. Come on.

We got her, Stu. We got Mother A.
Just drive.

They found her!

Ask... ask them where they are!

- Okay.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on. Norris, Norris,
listen, listen, listen, listen.

- Can you hear me?
- We got her!

- Where are you?
- North side, by the school.

All right, get her to the infirmary.

We'll meet you there.
We'll meet you there.

They found her.

Mother A. Alive.

They sent her to the infirmary.

I guess I'll see you there?

This is Harold Emery Lauder speaking.

I do this of my own free will.

Stu.

Frannie!

Frannie, what is it? What is it?

Bomb.

Bomb.

Get back!

♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪

♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ Just a perfect day ♪

♪ Problems all left alone ♪

♪ Weekenders on our own ♪

♪ It's such fun ♪

♪ Just a perfect day ♪

♪ You made me forget myself ♪

♪ I thought I was someone else ♪

♪ Someone good ♪

♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪

♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You're going to reap just what you sow ♪

♪ You're going to reap just what you sow ♪