Future Man (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript

Previously on "Future Man"...

There's a power in you greater than any

we've ever seen.
Welcome to the Pointed Circle.

'Cause this procedure
will 100% kill him.

Kill him?

Hachi machi.

You used my biotic DNA

to create the cure.

Made it so I destroyed humanity.

No, you saved it.

I still don't know who I am,



or how I got this way.

I'm alone.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

Tiger, Ty-Anne, my daughter.

Hi.

- Here he is.
- Welcome back, Torque.

Which one of you cats am I married to?

What did I say? Who did I offend?

It's all of us, Torque.

You leaving again, Papa Torque?

I was just going out
to check on something,

but it can wait.

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Ow.

Ah.

Oh!

The fuck am I?

It's so hot.

Water plant?

Yeah.

The water table!

Fuck, who am I kidding?

Come on, it's just pee.

Oh, shit. God damn it.

This is life or death.
This is life or death.

People do this all the time, all right?

This is... this is "127 Hours,"

this is those... those Chilean miners.

Okay, uh, who else?

No!

No, no, no! Please, no!

No, no, no!

No!

Come on.

I have one question,
and just one question only.

Robot or clone?

- Honey...
- One of them's gonna make me

really angry,

and the other one's gonna be fine.

I don't care anymore.

Okay, so if you didn't sign anything,

you're free to go.

I hereby release you!

Go.

If you wanted to impress me,

you should've just gotten a motorcycle,

and then just drove it off a cliff.

Just kidding. I love you, Daaaaaaa!

And...

There it is.

Our relationship is complicated.

What else did you do

with that purple hair, Stu?

I only created a super cure

to cure all diseases.
That... that's it, I swear.

And how do you explain that abomination?

Well, you can imagine my surprise when

34 years ago,

a baby with your exact DNA

popped up in a birthing pod
outside of New Bakersfield.

She came from a pod?

Has... has no one told you
where babies come from?

Of course I know about pods.

I'm not an idiot.

I just... you know,
who supplied the baby juice?

Um...

Ty-Anne's parents were soldiers

who were killed in the year 100
of the Cure Wars,

so her pod, unclaimed,

was scheduled for termination.

This would've been legal back then,

because it was within
the eighth trimester.

This was back when people
thought that pod life

began in the 14th trimester.

Course, now, we know, it's...

Holy fucking shit, get to the point.

You saved my life.

I thought this was my chance
to save your life,

or what I thought was your life.

So that's me from this timeline.

I pictured, uh, different.

I'm sorry.

I... this... this is a crazy idea.

I... I thought you were looking
for some connection,

and she needs...

still trying to figure that out.

Don't blame yourself.

Growing up, the only parent I had

was a damp pole I called "Mother."

I turned out fine.

Hey, will you at least stay for lunch?

Dad, no!

So, uh,

how you liking those collards?

Yeah, it's missing lard and ham hocks.

I know. I'm sorry.

The last pig

passed away 74 years ago.

His name was Percival.

He was my friend.

Honey, I really wish
you wouldn't reality-bounce

at the table.

Fine.

You said I had to come.

You didn't say I had to talk.

This how every meal is?

I'm sorry, no, I'm... it's just...

it's... it's a little weird,

okay?

The time-traveling version
of me shows up,

and your first instinct is lunch?

Yeah, yeah, it's weird.

Okay, so you both agree on something.

This is... it's weird.

Okay, settle down.

Huh.

Does your... does your elbow do this?

Your knee?

Can you do this?

Ah, no.

Ah, that's your juvenile
arthritis talking.

Luckily, the gravity on Mars
is only 38% of what it is here.

Ooh, that's such a fun fact, Dad.

I'm not going to Mars.

She loves to dangle that,

but she is definitely coming.

She's gonna come.

Mm-hm. Over my dead body.

Yeah, your body will be dead
if you do not come to Mars

- with every other human being.
- Mm.

She did the same thing
with her semester abroad

at Mons Barcelona.

But somebody ended up loving it.

Mm, I liked the tapas.

Wait, so there's more
of these nerd farms?

I call them self-sufficient
energy-neutral proto-colonies.

So many words.

But they are everywhere.

All over the world.

And unfortunately, he's at every one.

You should see how boxy he looks

in a kimono.

Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine.

No, you don't wish you saw
anything that I've seen.

Wolf and I are lucky

that we're even alive in this time.

Wolf?

What's, uh,

her deal?

He's a man in the NAG.

My demolitions expert.

Oh, well, th... that's dangerous work.

Is... is he missing a hand,

or... or two? Uh... an eye?

There must be some heavy scarring.

No, no, he's got both hands, and just

just enough scars
to make him look like a man

- who's really lived.
- Oh, so he's... he's an

elderly fellow, like a...
like a Grandpa Wolf?

No, he's a... a muscular 35.

Don't know why
you had to say "muscular,"

but okay.

Oh...

my god.

You're into her!

I am not! I'm just making

lunch conversation.

You don't want us to get
to know each other.

You just want to stick your ghost-dick

in my time-twin.

Ew, Dad, you're so weird.

You guys have a great relationship.

Working on it.

Another wheel, another deal.

Cha-ching.

Wow, looks like the jar is full.

- Yep.
- Guess we should, uh,

shut the business down,

go our separate ways
until we run out of chits.

Oh, no, you don't stop working

when the jar is full.

You get another jar.

Is this one of the things
I should be writing down?

No, you...

no, you don't need
to write it down, son.

You just need to breathe it in.

Look, we're not soldiers

locked in some intractable conflict,

blowing up laboratories

and... risking our lives
to save humanity.

We're doing something better.

Making wheels.

Take it for a spin.

Wheel-come to the store.
How can we torque you?

Gah!

Idiot!

Take it easy, son. You gotta walk

before you roll.

See, see, that makes sense.

What you looking for, friend?

One wheel, please.

Making a barrow.

A wheelbarrow?

Oh, no, don't tell me
you're still barrowing.

Still barrowing? What else is there?

Well,

if you're still using a wheelbarrow,

you're steering yourself
onto a dead-end street.

Isn't that right, Pump?

What do I say?

Look,

turn toward the horizon.

Imagine the sound of your wheel

crunching the crisp dirt
alongside... what's that?

Three other wheels.

Wagon.

Whoa.

See, barrows, they get stuck
in every rut, pothole,

crevice, cranny, crater, and crag.

You make a wagon,

that wheel gets stuck,

well, it's got three pals

to help pull him right out of there.

Yeah,

we're providers, right?

How'd you like to have three pals

providing just as much as you?

Sure would take the pressure off.

Oh, boy.

But I make barrows.

I'm Clamp Barrowmaker.

Oh, no, see,

all I hear is "Clamp" and "maker."

The rest is up to you.

Got 'em right here!

Ooh, sure wish I had
that wagon right about now.

You will soon, Clamp...

Wagonmaker.

Mm!

Oh.

I know.

Josh. Josh!

Jesus?

Oh.

I was so happy to see you.

Could you maybe turn

some of this sand into some wine,

and then maybe turn some of that wine

into some water? I really need help.

- Josh.
- Yeah?

You will go to the Dagobah system.

Dagobah?

There you will learn from Yoda,

the Jedi master who instructed me.

Yoda?

Oh.

I'm dying.

Oh, God.

I'm saved.

Please, you gotta...

You gotta... you gotta help me out here.

Oh, yeah, I'll help you,

you filthy Stray.

Huh?

Better now?

I guess.

Maybe it is weird that I have feelings

for a woman who's the genetic copy

of my own daughter.

Your adopted daughter.

Yeah, but Ty-Anne's right.

It's... it's not normal.

You've talked a lot
about what Ty-Anne thinks,

more proof of what a loving
and attentive father figure

you are,

but what about...

what you think?

I... I don't know.

I mean,

let's say you love the Counting Crows,

and they break up,

and then the fan site,

Crows Nest,

says that they're never

gonna get back together again,

and you accept that.

That'd be a tough pill to swallow.

I'm a Duritz-head, through and through.

Right.

So you adopt a Counting Crows cover band

and you raise it as your own,

and you love her,

and when she plays "Mr. Jones,"

it's... it's almost like the real thing,

and then the real Crows
get back together.

You're gonna go see 'em, right?

You get it.

But it's... it's still weird.

Stu, I need to reset your compass.

It's not weird one bit.

Sure, they have the same DNA,

but they're from
different planes of existence.

But I raised her since she was a baby!

Oh, so back in 2017,

did you go on a date with a baby?

No.

Seeing Tiger and Ty-Anne
as the same person

is narrow-minded,

and, if you don't mind me saying,

a little racist.

You know, sometimes,

you're too human, Stu.

Oh, my...

Maybe I should just patch my software,

get rid of all my flaws
and insecurities,

and ascend to a higher plane
of consciousness

as an all-knowing,
all-powerful super-being.

No, no.

That's the easy way out.

That's the Stu I'm inside.

Fuck, yeah.

What you working on over there, buddy?

Just a dream.

I was thinking,

you know the way you turned
that, uh, wheelbarrow

into a wheel-wagon?

- Yeah.
- What if we took

a bicycle

and added, like, a bunch more wheels?

I added six more wheels.

That looks like
that big wheel back there

is not even touching the ground.

I know.

It's purely decorative,
and it was a dumb idea,

- but I just...
- I love it.

What?

Yeah.

There's beauty in its impracticality.

Just like this place.

New, brimming with hope and possibility,

like a young foal:

wobbly on its legs,

but destined for greatness,

to be a thoroughbred.

Get out, Stray!

Filthy Strays!

Ooh!

Yes!

A rock to the face!

Why are you smiling, Binx? Ow.

This pain is the price of freedom.

We're literally in chains.

The chains of freedom!

This is the first step

toward becoming a part

of this amazing community!

You're here voluntarily?

Well, of course I am.

I come to these rocky shores

a lowly Stray,

weave my way into the fabric
of this great society,

can have a Cluster of my own,

so that one day,

my children

and my children's children...

they can be the ones throwing rocks.

I don't know, man.

That's a pretty fucked-up dream.

I'm pretty sure Cramble over here

is already dead.

Get out of here!

Oh, what's going on out there?

Fresh batch of Strays
are gonna be browned in.

What's wrong with them?
What... what crime

did they commit?

The worst crime of all:

not being born here.

They think they can
just sneak into the NAG,

get an easy ride off our hard work,

and steal our jobs.

They're lazy and they want to work?

Yeah, that's right.

But I got a basket of giant rocks

just for this.

That doesn't really make...

Citizens of the NAG!

These Strays were caught
sniffing around our borders.

They come from the wastelands of Malibu,

the volcanoes of Catalina,

and the Valley.

Boo!

They tried to sneak
into our above-ground paradise,

live amongst us, eat our beans,

Sow in our circles,

contribute to our society!

Well, what do we say to that?

Not yet!

That's right!

Can just anybody live here?

No!

Can Bio-Techs live here?

No!

Say it with me.

If your pants make brown...

Welcome to our town!

And if your pants stay dry...

You're gonna die!

Eat the shroom!

God, sewer mushrooms.

- Eat it!
- Mushroom!

Binx, we're about to shit ourselves,

and it's gonna be bad.

Nope.

It's gonna be great.

- Yeah!
- Mushroom!

Come on, Torque.
Let's get past the splash zone.

If someone fails the Bio-Tech test,

we gotta be part of the slaughter mob.

Oh, God, please don't...

please don't...

don't...

Yeah!

Futturman.

Mm, knock denied!

You're not even allowed here, Dad!

Uh, it's me.

I mean, you, or whatever. Can I come in?

Fine.

Just tell Dad I'm not coming out.

Right, yeah, he's... he's not out here.

That's weird.

Usually, when I storm off like that,

he's lurking in the hallway,

begging for my forgiveness.

Why? Can't he just, like,

walk through the door?

He wishes.

We made a deal

when I was 15

that I would stop

wearing napple-dazzlers

and he would take my room off the grid

so that I could become a woman
in private.

Mm.

Nice, uh, pantlets.

They're jorts. I made them.

I design all my own clothes
that only I wear

because everyone else is wearing

those stupid jumpsuits,

just running around the Mons,

banking energy like a bunch
of solar sheep.

Yeah, they do look pretty stupid.

You know, um, back in the '50s,

I used to, uh, mend my own socks.

A pretty nimble

darning stitch right there.

- That's some nice needlework.
- Yeah.

Wait, uh, is this wool?

- Yeah.
- I have never seen

wool before.

You could actually...
you could have them

if... mean... if you want.
They're all yours.

Mm, I see what you're doing.

You have a time machine.

You could survive literally anywhere,

any place, any time,

but you're here,

looking for a home.

M-maybe.

Come on, Tiger.

If you can't be honest with yourself,

who can you be honest with?

Wolf?

He doesn't know the truth
about you, does he?

He just... he wouldn't understand.

The plan wasn't to come back
to a world like this,

but...

if you're here, and...

you're not that bad, then, well,

it's easier for me to imagine

a home here.

Oh.

This home's taken.

Nobody wants you here,

so why don't you leave

and take your smelly socks with you?

Hey, you slept through the hose-off.

Oh, you must have really been out of it,

because that water was cold and hard.

Oh, God.

I gotta get out of here.

Wolf!

I had to wait till after the hose-down.

Meet me around back.

Just him.

Okey-dokey.

Eh.

Spoink, huh?

Oh, yeah, I remember that game.

You gotta go in low and hard.

Otherwise, you get out-spoinked
every time.

You're focusing
on the wrong thing here, Wolf!

I was kidnapped by time terrorists.

They're gonna start a war. I'm scared,

I'm dying, I haven't had any water yet!

That's a lot of breath for a dying man.

Hey, Torque, nice wagon!

Oh, hey. My daughter loved

that bean cake you dropped by.

- Oh, yeah?
- My hubby Lathe

could learn a thing or two

from your Funnel.

Fuck is happening?

Here you go. All right.

Okay, so you're Torque now,

and... and you have a family,

and a small business.

F... how many years you been here?

Oh, I think I'm going on three...

days?

Days.

And, uh,

it's called a Cluster, not a family.

Once the wagon boom hits,

this business is gonna
be anything but small.

God, shit.

Oh.

Too good for bean juice, are you?

I thought you were dying.

Wolf, is anything normal?

Please, I'm... I'm begging you.

Oh, man, I'm sorry, buddy. Come here.

Come here.

I know being terror-snatched

probably isn't the best way

for this to come about,

but I'm...

I'm happy to see you.

Wolf,

I'm barely hanging on.

Do you have anything to drink

besides... bean juice?

Oh.

I could probably rustle up
some All-Nut milk.

I'm allergic to nuts.

I gotta do it.

Okay.

You got it, bud.

It's very bean-forward.

Yeah, makes sense.

Get all of it there.

Oh, you left

just a little bit right there.

Actually, it's quite a lot.

Uh, where is Tiger?

I don't know.
Your guess is as good as mine.

She left me here to recover.

She's probably off
doing recon or something.

You guys haven't seen each other

since you've been back?

Yeah, well, I was shot up pretty good,

and turns out, I have

this pretty complicated life here,

so...

You mean Torque does.

Me, Torque, same diff.

Look, I... I got six mouths to feed,

five spouses to satisfy,

and a daughter

whose artistic ambitions
I'm trying to nurture.

Also, there's
my plucky apprentice, Pump,

who I'm helping
through some confidence issues.

Literally none

of your fake you problems

mean anything right now.
We need to find Tiger

and go back and un-fuck this timeline.

No.

Listen to me.

You can't leave the NAG.

There are rules.

People watching your every move.

This place is on lockdown.

There is no way anyone
is getting out or in.

Wolf.

Pack your shit. We're leaving.

Oh, you're not dead.

Fun. You can come, too.

Let's go.

Hm.

Guess she figured it out.

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