All language subtitles for Paradise.2025.S01E02

Xavier, will you ever
be able to forgive me

for what happened?

I got the gig for another four years
until I get to retire somewhere beautiful.

Unless, of course,
somebody shoots me first.

Wildcat is down. It's a code red.

Someone had to know a lot.
Someone had to have a lot of access.

I was wondering where you were,
Agent Robinson.

Oh, I'm right here, Agent Collins,

The First Lady who will take the kid
and leave me the second I'm out of office.

I know, you're not wrong, Xavier.

What's in here will definitely kill me.

Agent Collins,
you're about to be entrusted

with top-secret information.

It's a fancy way of saying that's
the most important box in the world.

We are preparing
for a massive catastrophe

that could cause
an extinction-level event for humanity

in the very real future.

Hi, everyone.
Thank you for joining me here.

Thank you for signing the various NDAs.

I know it's all been
a bit cloak and dagger,

and for that, I apologize.

Also for the shitty coffee.

I know some of you have traveled in
from all over the country,

and I know you've been asked

not to exchange pleasantries
or introductions.

I know it's weird.

The people in this room
are some of the country's preeminent minds

in multiple fields.

If you're in this room,
it's because you're extremely special.

And you're about to be entrusted
with something massive.

If you'll follow me.

My husband's a terrible flyer.

I met him at a bar almost 10 years ago.

Totally random.
Love at first sight type of thing.

If I had known he was
such a wimp in the air,

I might not have given him a chance.

If it makes you feel any better,
this plane cost me $250 million.

I didn't spend 250 mil
on a plane so it could crash.

And nobody ever does.

So, you're the guy who builds cities?

I'm the founder of an architecture
and urban planning firm,

expressing a new architectural language

focused on the needs
of self-sustaining communities.

- Can I toss a hypothetical at you?
- It's your plane.

If I gave you unlimited resources,

resources gathered by a few friends

and business acquaintances,
in my situation.

If I told you to design me
an underground city,

something that could
safely weather anything

from a nuclear blast
to environmental catastrophe,

if I told you I wanted you to make it feel

like Anywhere, USA,
a city for 25,000 people

that felt like any city up here,
a city with cars,

and cell phones, and trees,
what would you say?

Well, first, I'd, uh, laugh.

- Okay, and then?
- Well, then I'd-- I'd laugh again.

Then, I'd-- I'd tell you it's impossible.

You know, I mean, 25,000 people...

I mean, you-you-
you'd have to have a space

the size of, like, uh, Toledo.

So, there's no amount of money

that would allow you
to excavate a space so large

that an underground space
would actually feel like...

well, like Toledo. It's not possible.

Of course.

This is what I've been told.

If you have to tinkle, now's the time.

We'll be landing shortly.

Build me my city.

I know, me again.

It didn't work at the grocery store again.

I get it.
We can take care of that.

Hi. You have champagne by the glass?

I've got white wine.
I can give you a straw if you want.

- You can blow bubbles in it.
- No, thank you.

- White wine is fine.
- Ah.

No straw. Thank you.

Celebrating?

Something like that.

Mysterious. That's cool.

Thank you.

- Yeah. Thanks.
- Okay.

I just sold my startup.

Oh yeah? Congrats.

- You're not impressed?
- We're in San Francisco.

Half this bar probably
just sold their startups.

It's a cloud storage startup. Demesne?

- Oh.
- You've probably read about it.

Nah, I'm more of an analog guy.

But good for you. Sounds like a big deal.

Yeah, well, if the...

stock moves the way I think it will,

next year, this time, I'll be worth...

$14 billion.

I just became the richest
self-made woman in the world.

Sorry, I don't know why I told you that.

I think I just kind of needed
to say it out-- out loud.

No, I get it.

Yeah, I...

Actually, I'm celebrating too.

- You are?
- Yeah.

My softball team won
the championship tonight.

Whoa!

It's fast-pitch softball.

Well, I'm actually gonna be worth
34 billion, not 14 billion.

I don't know why I lied.

It was slow-pitch softball.

I lied because I was hoping
you'd wanna have sex with me.

- Oh!
- What was your excuse?

You are gonna completely fuck up
my life plan, aren't you?

I guess it depends
on what your life plan is.

I'm here.

I'm here, babe.

I'm here.

I'm here, babe.

Can you hear me?

Are you still there, Xavier?

I'm here. I'm here.

Hey, batter, batter, batter,
batter, batter, batter.

Swing, batter, batter.

You see what I'm doing there?
This is pancake batter.

It's very funny.
It plays on a lot of levels.

- Robinson loves it.
- Agent Pace, enough.

She's playing it cool right now,

but I'm telling you,
she thinks I'm a hoot.

Alright, watch this. Here we go.

And a fastball
right across the middle, and...

- Hey!
- Whoo!

And the crowd goes wild
as the batter touches the plate.

Agent Collins, I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

Go on.

I came to help the kids get to school,

and I had Pres pack the lunches

so they'll have nutrients, or whatever.

Nothing to worry about, gang.
Everything's fine.

Uh, go get your backpacks
ready for school, please.

Nobody knows what happened yet.

And the people who do,
they're in an absolute fucking frenzy.

So...

do you have a suspect?

Have you found the murder weapon?

Did you collect any samples for DNA?

Agent Robinson,
do you have any matches on DNA?

Jesus, Collins. No.

No prime suspects.

Dad and the ex-wife alibied out.

No weapon.

Brooks and Rainey
are digging through the trash

and they're pissy about it.

Autopsy's tomorrow.

And yes, of course, we ran the DNA.

Unfortunately, our resources
down here are limited,

considering that the DNA tech
basically exists to make sure

people don't start marrying
their cousins in 100 years.

You got something to say? Say it.

I just don't understand
why of all the people

that could be heading this up,
they chose the one person

who was sleeping with the victim.

I'm clean, Xavier.

The camera feed was down
from 10:42 until 12:13 that night

while your boy was asleep on the couch.

And from 10:42 until 12:13 that night,

I was at the tavern
having drinks with some friends.

The other reason,
and this could just be me spit-balling,

is that I actually cared about the victim

and I'm not gonna rest
until I find some answers.

You're too close to this.

Or maybe I didn't secretly hate the victim

and then shut down the crime scene
for a full 30 minutes

before calling in
the first ever murder down here.

The murder of our president.

His tablet is missing.

Very important people are very upset.

You better get your game face on.

They've got questions.

We're gonna need your weapon.

It's a glorified Nerf gun, not a weapon.

But sure. Go nuts.

If you got nothing to hide,
then it shouldn't be a problem.

Take a seat.

Arms up.

Should we be worried about our safety?

Now, let's not overreact here.

- Overreact?
- Come on, Henry.

The president
had a full security detail

and he was murdered

- in the residence.
- No, he wasn't.

Cal Bradford died of natural causes,
likely a heart attack.

If you seriously think
you're gonna be able to contain this...

Henry, we need some solutions here.

So, should I make lasagna
or should we order in?

You're in the middle of the merger, hon.
You got the board up your ass.

Let's just order in and make life easier.

Oh, fair point. That said...

Lasagna!

I mean, the people have spoken.

- Hey, Dylan, not too far ahead, please.
- Mom, come on.

Can we do the ice cream thing?

Um... Daddy, can we?

I'll get the rest of the stuff.
I'll meet you outside.

Mm.

You're very sexy when you do what I want.

I know.

Mm-hmm.

You see it?

I see it.

Is it a sandwich, a cone, or a cup?

Sandwich.

- Rectangular or circular?
- Rectangle.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

- Horse?
- Horse.

We're gonna have dessert,
and you can have broccoli or a rice cake.

What's this?

Oh.

- Or I'll just eat it.
- Okay.

Make it fast.

- Want a bite?
- Mm-hmm.

- No.
- Fine, I'll eat it.

Okay, good.

I'll call you later.

Board approved the merger.

It's going through.

- Wow, you hear this?
- Oh.

Well, that was a lot
of worrying about nothing.

- No.
- Yeah. I'll eat the whole thing.

Dylan?

Dylan. Hey.

Dylan!

Enough!

In 10 minutes,
the community will get an alert

for an emergency town hall.

They will gather here,
and we will share the shocking news

that the president has passed
of natural causes quietly in his bed.

We will then immediately swear in Henry,
which will settle everyone,

because it will remind our community
that we have a functional system in place.

As for the rest of you,
your security will be increased

until we find some answers.

So, if you gentlemen
will just pour yourselves a drink

or tug on your dicks,

or do whatever it is you need to do
to calm yourselves the fuck down,

so that we can present a united front...

well, that would be super.

- Dr. Torabi, will you come with me?
- Yes.

Arm straight for me. Fingers flat.

He's set.

For the record,
your name is Xavier Collins.

Correct?

Last I checked.

Yes or no, please.

Yes.

You have two children,
James and Presley, correct?

Yes.

Your wife was Dr. Teri Collins.

She is deceased, correct?

Dr. Teri Rogers-Collins. She hyphenated.

Answer the question, please.

Yes. Dr. Teri Rogers-Collins was my wife.

Yes, she is deceased.

When was the last time
you saw Cal Bradford alive?

As I stated yesterday,
I walked the president to his room

where he turned in at 22:04.

And when did you discover the body?

I knocked on his door at 08:01.

That's when I found him
lying next to his bed.

How long were you in there?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I don't know how long
I looked at him like that.

I just knew that he was gone.

I just knew that I'd lost him.

Did you take anything from the scene?

No.

Then, why the delay?

Why did you call Agent Pace?

Agent Pace was the only person
I felt I could trust.

- Are you covering for Agent Pace?
- No.

I didn't feel comfortable
going through normal channels,

because my boss
was sleeping with the president,

and he was laying in there
on the floor dead.

You all know she was
sleeping with him, right?

Wasn't a big secret, but still, it feels
like an important bit of context.

You were the last person
to see the president alive.

Nobody entered that room
from the time that you shut the door--

Just ask the fucking question.

Did you kill him?

No.

I did not murder Cal Bradford.

- Take me through the steps.
- May I?

What happened in that time? In that room?

The president is normally up
and about before 8:00 a.m.,

but he wasn't on this particular day.

I knocked on his door
three times before I entered.

I saw his body on the ground
covered in blood.

I checked his pulse. There was nothing.

I was concerned that there
could have been some theft--

Thank you, Agent Robinson.

- I was--
- Thank you.

Xavier. Hi.

My name is Gabriela Torabi.
Do you remember me?

You were the president's therapist.

I was yours, too.

Once.

That's right, yes.

Uh, we did one session together, early on.

I have just one other
question for you, if I may.

It's, um...

It's a little less formal,

so if you can, try to answer honestly.

Is a part of you happy that Cal is dead?

Yes.

As I've told you about 19 times,
I'm not an interrogator.

But you saw his vitals
remained stable throughout.

What do you think?

I think he's telling the truth.

Why?

Well, if he's such a well-practiced liar,

then why would he admit
to hating the man that was murdered?

It doesn't track.

Mr. and Mrs. Redmond,
thank you for seeing me.

We've been treating Dylan
for over a year and a half.

He has gotten better care
than frankly any patient I've ever seen.

Best doctors in the world,
cutting-edge treatments.

Unfortunately, I think it's time
for an impossible conversation.

- What? Oh...
- No.

- Oh my--
- No.

The specialist in Japan was optimistic,

which I've been telling you all

is something that we could use
a lot more of around here.

And he was gonna look
at the latest scans and--

He did.

He did.

I will find someone else.

I will find someone better.

I've, uh, asked someone to join us.

Hello.

This is Dr. Gabriela Torabi.

She's a world-class therapist
and grief specialist.

She has done incredible work
helping many people in your situation.

No.

- Come here.
- No.

No, just--

- Mrs. Redmond.
- Excuse me.

- Arms up.
- You better be right.

You brought me here
because I'm always right.

I brought you here because
I admire your pantsuits.

Well, shit, Samantha.

That might be the nicest thing
you've ever said to me.

Agent Collins, come with me.

I appreciate you going through all that.

Obviously, we're all on edge here.

Do you know what I do here?

Yes, ma'am.

I know that everyone
seems to take direction from you.

I know that the president seemed
to take direction from you.

Do you know why my detail
calls me Sinatra?

You can speak freely, Agent Collins.

I always assumed
it was because of the hats.

- Cute.
- Thank you.

I became an absolute walking encyclopedia
on all things Agent Collins last night.

Only child.
Grandfather, a Tuskegee Airman.

Your father was one of the first
Black commercial airline pilots.

That's quite a legacy.

They must have been so proud of you...

the man who took a bullet
for the president.

Last few days must have been
especially hard on you.

Agent Robinson
will continue the investigation,

but to preserve his memory,
we'll be telling everyone

that President Bradford
died of natural causes.

We think it's what's best
for the community.

Why did your wife use a hyphenate?

Her father died when she was very young.

She couldn't bear the thought
of his name dying with him.

Well, that makes sense.
Do you have the tablet?

No. No, I do not.

You'll remain on leave
for the next two weeks,

and then we'll reassign you.

Ma'am, I think I'd be better utilized--

And I do not. And I'm more important.

Robinson tells me you have children.

Yes, I do. A boy and a girl.

God, that must be tough without their mom.

I had two children.

Thank you for seeing me.

It's been a while.

How are you?

I'm not great, honestly.

Everyone said time would help.

But it isn't.

It's been six months. So...

It's not helping.

Time is actually making it worse,

because it's taking me further away...

...from when he was here.

You were kind to me then.

You helped me.

And I need your help.

Right now.

Of course. Yes. Yes.

Um, but healing is a long, slow process.

Yeah, I have no desire to be...

...healed.

I-I'm-- I'm broken forever.

My marriage is broken forever.

But I have a business, a giant business,

where there are tens of thousands
of people who rely on me.

And I have a daughter.

I still have my daughter.

And if she so much as sneezes,
then my-- my heart stops.

And I need to be functional for her.

I don't need to be healed.

I just need to be functional enough
that I can think about something

other than throwing myself
off a fucking roof!

I'll pay you.

I-- you will be richer
than your wildest dreams.

You won't need a single other client.

- Oh--
- So, I'll just--

She's all I have,
so I need you to help me.

- Samantha--
- Please help me.

I need you to help me.

Will you help me?

I had two children and I lost one of them.

Trust me, Agent Collins,
that is something you never get over.

Take the leave of absence.
Leave this alone.

in five minutes, everybody.

There's gonna be a
mic check in five minutes.

My God, First Boy looks
extra pathetic today.

Did his sad eyelashes get even longer?

- Lisa.
- I mean it in a good way.

It, like, enhances his whole look.

Everyone, I don't know what this is,
but let's all head over together.

We're going this way, folks. Come on.

Hi, did a guy come through here,
around my age?

Stupid haircut?

Everyone your age has stupid haircuts,

but if you're referring
to Jeremy Bradford,

he's in the media rotunda.

Cool, thanks.

Why aren't you at the town hall thing?

Why aren't you?

Hello, Xavier.

Madam First Lady. How are you holding up?

Honestly, I have no fucking clue, Xavier.

I've been pretending for so long,

pretending to be part
of this all-American family

while living in separate houses,
pretending to be a loving wife

until the moment his term ended.

It wasn't all pretend.

I know.

- He worshipped you.
- Oh, geez.

He did.

Do you remember that time when you joined
Saturday morning basketball

- at the White House?
- I do.

Cal was so excited
to have you on his team,

because he-- he just assumed
that you'd be good.

Cal was...

Racist.

He loved an outdated stereotype.

- We'll leave it at that.
- Okay.

He was surprised, of course,
to find out that you were--

you were just an average player.

You know, he came running into the bedroom
dripping with sweat,

hair plastered against his forehead
like a six-year-old boy.

- "I'm better than him, babe."
- He was not better than me.

Well, I wasn't there.

Okay.

But he couldn't get over
how hard you played.

How you never stopped.

"The man is relentless," he said.

They're about to tell everybody
that Cal died of natural causes.

I know.

They wouldn't let me look at the body.

I saw the body.

He loved you.

The man who was everything
he felt he wasn't.

The relentless man...

who never stopped.

Mommy?

Where are you going, Mommy?

I have a work trip, remember?

But I don't want you to leave forever.

Hey.

Listen.

I'll always come back, okay?

I'll always come back to take care of you.

Go see him.

Hey, kiddo.

Pst, pst.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

to this year's conference.

We have some scintillating
conversations lined up for you,

covering global security,
cyber engineering,

climate change, and much more.

We are here to begin
what we hope will become,

not just conversations or projects,
but the future of our world.

Within a year, 20% of all livestock

will perish from fluorosis poisoning.

Well, I guess I'll go ahead
and start wrapping up,

since this talk has proven
to be the one to miss.

Ironic, because it's the only one
that matters.

Listen, I know this all
sounds pretty far-fetched,

but you know when it
won't seem far-fetched?

In less than a decade, when a tsunami
plunges the entire Eastern Seaboard

of the United States underwater.

Well, I'm done.

Try not to get trampled on the way out

unless you prefer that to being drowned.

Hey, wait. Sam.

Well, that guy was a barrel
of laughs, wasn't he?

Yeah.

How you been?

I'm fine. Thanks, senator.

Yeah?

It's been just over a year, right?
Since you lost your son?

One year, that's...

That's hard.

That must feel like no time at all to you.

I can't imagine.

God, he was such a cute kid.

I remember him
running around a little sandbox.

He just-- with big old handfuls of sand
and just dump it on his head.

I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't...

No, don't be.

No one's...

No one's talked to me about Dylan
for a very long time, that directly.

Thanks, Cal.

I think I finally see why people like you.

It's mainly the hair.

Mm-hmm.

You, however, you got the real stuff, Sam.

You got the stuff that makes people
sit up straight when you walk in a room.

My old man,
I hear it from him all the time.

- How is your dad?
- Still just a light touch of dementia.

- Mm.
- But he's still him.

Still crushing me with blows like,

"You think you're Dean Martin
walking around with your cock out.

"You ain't Dean. You're a joke.
You're Peter Lawford.

You're only in the band
'cause of who you're related to."

- Jesus.
- Yeah. Yeah.

That's Christmas morning, mind you.

My loving daddy.

Yeah.

He says...

he says you're Sinatra, by the way.

The clear leader. The one.

I don't know about that.

Mm.

No, I have this thing...

this disorder where I pick at my hair.

I'm getting a bald spot.

Sometimes I have to wear hats.

I'm no Sinatra.

I miss my kid.

- I know.
- Hey!

- If that stuff happens--
- It's going to happen.

And it's going
to happen in the next decade.

So, what do we do?

I have a daughter.

What do we do?

You dig the biggest hole you can,
and you get in.

Jesus, somebody ought to get
that guy a slot at the Laugh Factory.

You going to the next talk?

No, I'm done talking.

Thanks for asking about Dylan.

Hey, wait up.

Samantha,
a couple of thoughts on the speech.

- Here, it--
- Just read it, Henry.

We didn't pick you to have thoughts.

My fellow Americans,
I'm afraid I have terrible news.

President Cal Bradford passed away
early yesterday morning.

You okay?

My dad is dead.

They, uh... they took everyone
to the arena to tell them.

I asked that everyone
learn this awful news together

so that we could be comforted
by our friends and our community.

Those who've helped us grieve
and heal over the past three years.

I ghosted him yesterday.

And that means that,
that our fight last week was...

It was the last time I ever talked to him.

I told him that he was the reason
so many people are gone.

I told him that I wished he was dead.

It's the last thing I ever said to my dad.

In a few moments,
I will take the oath of office

and become our next president.

But first, I'd like to say
a few words about Cal.

He, um... he loved this shitty
'80s and '90s rock music.

And when I was younger,
he would dance around with me

and scream it at the top of his lungs,
and, uh...

And then I grew up, and just told him

how lame I thought his music was
every chance I got.

Now, here I am,
listening to the music that my dad loved.

The music I told him I hated.

Cal was the kind of guy

who would go up to a complete stranger
in a parking lot

and say something tender to them,

something they really needed,

just because he could sense
they were in pain.

My dad's into planes.

He-- he got his pilot's license
and everything.

He used to talk about planes all the time.

And each time, I'd tell him
what a massive dork he was.

He would tell us that we must...

He never talks about them anymore.

Oh, what I'd give to listen to him
ramble on about planes again.

What were you, uh, listening to

of your dad's lame '80s and '90s rock?

Um...

Do, uh...

- you know this one?
- Mm-mm.

Play it for me?

I take no responsibility
for what you're about to hear.

And?

Maybe it's not so bad
that the world ended.

Yeah, the bastards were asking for it.

Do, uh... do you wanna see something cool?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay. Come on.

- Go have a drink.
- Yeah. We will.

You good?

Can you think of any important
six-digit codes down here?

Password? Symbol?

No. Why?

I spent 15 years
as an agent in the real world.

The main question I'd always get,

"Is it hard always watching everything,

always listening, never talking?"

- Hmm.
- And I'd always answer,

"That's my job."

I was real good at my job, Billy.

And I've been watching her.

Sinatra.

I've been listening to her.

And something's not right with that woman.

I can feel it in my gut.

Our guy is gone, and she's smack
in the middle of the whole thing.

She's pretty much
the most powerful person down here.

Yeah.

And I'm gonna take her down.

How?

Very fuckin' carefully.

Hey, Mom.

Everything okay?

You hanging in?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Don't stay up too late.

No one's really allowed down here.

Holy shit.

Yes, my love. Yes, I'm right here.

Am I going to heaven?

It's okay.

You can tell me. I want you to tell me.

Yes.

What do you think it's like?

Do, uh... do you remember this place?

- Where are we?
- Dad, is Mom coming?

- Dad, is she gonna make it?
- I want Mom!

it's anything you want it to be.

So, you tell me.

What do you want it to be like?

I want it to be just like here,
but with more horse rides.

Well, then that's what it will be like.