Legion (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Chapter 12 - full transcript

David is tested. And tested. And tested.

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You're okay.

Make room. Baby's coming out. All right?

Here we go. Here she is.

That's it.

- Come on.
- Push. Yes.

You got it. Here she comes.

Congratulations on having a girl.

Hold her close to your skin.

"Afterward, some are strong

at the broken places.



The word "survivor" used to mean

"one who has survived,"

but now modern psychiatry
would have us believe

that survival is a curse,

like Sisyphus with his rock.

And so every day we wake

to survive again."

What happened?

- Syd.
- No!

Sydney.

- Sydney.
- Leave me alone!

So, this is your core desire?

What?

This place, the museum.



Do I know you?

Syd, it's me.

Me who?

You know what? Just forget it. Get lost.

I'll scream, creep.

- I'm just sitting.
- You got your warning.

Loud and clear.

You like this painting?

You don't?

Well, it's...

It's what?

No. Forget it. Um...

Well, I mean, it's the...

He's trapped in all that negative space.

No feet. No hands.

Mouth covered.

No way to... communicate or connect.

It's, um...

Honest.

That's not the word I was thinking,

but yeah, I guess it's that, too.

Before, what did you mean?

Before when?

You said my "core desire."

The thing you want most in the world.

I see you here a lot, you know.

Sitting, looking.

So I figure this must be your place.

Somewhere you can be a part of the world

without needing to touch it.

You don't know anything.

You think ghosts like
living in a haunted house?

Watch it again.

That's it, that's it.

Baby's coming out.

Shh.

It's...

You shouldn't touch her. She
doesn't like to be touched.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom
'cause her dad's in hell.

"All of us strode up
and down Eighth Street

like it was an actual artery
in some larger life-form,

in some larger organism.

None of us seemed to know
the nature of the coincidences

that bound us together,

as I know now."

Oops.

Come on. Just a kiss.

No.

I've seen the way you look at me.

Stop.

Go, go!

Frigid bitch.

Win, win!

She's such a loser.

You want a kiss?

Go, go!

What did you...

What are you doing? Oh, my God!

Go, go!

Fight, fight!

Win, win!

Go, fight, win!

Move, move!

What happened here?

It was him.

He just started hitting
them for no reason.

- You?
- Wait, wh-what'd I do?

- Come on.
- I-I...

All I wanted was a kiss!

Fight, fight!

Win, win!

Go, fight, win!

Go, go!

Fight, fight!

I was wrong. It's the couple.

Are you... Who are you?

David. And you're Syd.

Sydney Barrett.

Born to Joan Barrett.

Can't be touched
without changing places.

Favorite stuffed toy is
a walrus named Whiskers.

Don't be afraid. I'm a friend.

You're in the maze,

caught in a loop of your own life.

Trapped. Everybody is. Was.

Except their mazes were simpler.

Ptonomy wanted to forget.

Melanie wanted to be untouchable.

I just had to figure
out what they wanted

and then I could talk to
them and set them free.

But you...

It took me a while,

but I figured it out.

Like I said, it's the couple.

The way they are together.

How close.

You saw them when you were a girl,

and now you come back here every week,

looking for what they had.

Wrong.

Watch it again.

Get a room.

Push now. Another push.

All right? Here we go.

That's it, that's it.

Baby's coming out.

Go, fight, win!

It was him.

He just started hitting them.

Wrong.

"...afterward, some are
strong at the broken places."

Lives with her mom

'cause her dad's in hell.

Poor lost elf.

Keeps to herself.

Lives with her mom
'cause her dad's in hell.

Hey. Piss off!

Hi, I'm... David.

I'm a... I'm a teacher here.

Were those girls bothering you?

You're cheating.

What?

You can't just ask me.

The whole point is you have
to figure it out yourself.

Wait. What is happening?

I thought we were in the maze.

The monk...

Again.

Cary?

Cary. Cary.

Oh.

I'm stuck.

I'm in here.

I-I'm... You got to pull.

Pull, pull, pull, pull.

Pull.

Oh, excuse me. Hi.

Hi! Excuse me!

We... Hello. We j... We just woke up.

Yeah. You and everybody else.

They, uh, found the monk
on the sidewalk, dead.

And then all the missing
woke up... 300 angry people

who all need to use the
bathroom at the same time.

It looks like he went
off the roof, the monk.

Which could mean that
he caused the plague,

infected people wherever he went,

- and now that he's gone, the...
- Off the roof.

How did he...

That's unclear. I got to, uh...

- Well, w-whoa. What about David?
- And Syd?

I don't understand.

Why haven't they woken
up like the others?

No. No.

What?

Can't be right.

Use words.

They are awake.

What?

Their brain waves have changed.

It's not the same pattern we got
with the others with the plague.

As far as I can tell,
they're both awake.

So why aren't their eyes open?

I don't know.

Okay.

I get it.

- You do?
- Yes.

It took me a while 'cause I'm thick,

but I finally figured it out,

figured you out, why you're doing this.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

It's not a maze. It's not the maze.

I-I thought it was, but this is you.

You think that if you
show me who you are,

who you really are... All the mistakes,

all the fouled up things you did...

That I won't love you anymore.

It's a test.

But you're forgetting who I am.

David the-the lunatic, the drug addict,

who stole and cheated
and ruined everything.

And, yeah, you made some bad
choices, but you were young.

And the world is an ugly
place for people like us...

To people like us, so...

I love you, okay?

And there is nothing you can show me

that is gonna scare me away.

So, ca...

Can we go home now?

Try again.

Try.

No.

Really?

I won't give up.

I'll never give up.

"Afterward, some are
strong at the broken places.

The word "survivor"

used to mean "one who has survived,"

but now modern psychiatry
would have us believe

that survival is a curse,

like Sisyphus with his rock.

And so every day

we wake to survive again."

- Come on, just a kiss.
- No.

I've seen the way you look at me.

Stop.

Frigid bitch.

You want a kiss?

I've already used up all my...

I'm going out.

- You're such a joy. Yeah.
- No. Don't tell me that.

Oh, my God...

Hey.

I'm going out.

No!

I... I...

- Oh, my God.
- Look, look, I...

I didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything.

- She's 15! She's 15!
- I... I didn't do it.

- I didn't do anything!
- Oh, my God!

I didn't... I didn't do anything.

- Oh, God.
- No! No!

- I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.
- No!

- Oh! Oh!
- I did not. I swear to God.

- I swear. I didn't do...
- Oh, no. Oh!

I didn't. Oh, my God.

Oh!

Okay.

Okay.

I think I understand.

It's not about being alone,

or about being in love.

It's about the things you survived.

And as it's written, "The
world breaks everyone,

and afterward, some are strong

at the broken places."

Go on.

It's not the story of a little girl

whose mommy couldn't hug her...

who grew up wishing a prince's
kiss could erase all her damage.

It's about the damage itself,

and how it makes us strong, not weak.

You survived the bullies and
the way they made you feel.

You cut yourself with the dullest blade

'cause it felt the
worst... I know that life,

- 'cause I lived it, too.
- I know.

And then I met you,
and it was true love.

Like in a fairy tale.

This isn't a fairy tale.

It is for me.

Do you know what love is?

It's a hot bath.

What happens to things when
you leave them in a bath

for too long?

Huh?

They get soft. Fall apart.

I read that story collection.

The one in your book.

At first, I was confused, you know...

Why is she carrying
around this sordid tale

of sex clubs and drug addicts and...

And then I read this...

"Junkies and masochists and hookers,

and those who have
squandered everything

are the ring of brightest
angels around heaven."

It's a war... baby, this life.

The things we endure.

You said you saw the future,
and it's an apocalypse.

Who survives that...

the lovers or the fighters?

They sell us this lie that...

love's gonna save us.

All it does is make us stupid and weak.

- Thanks.
- Look at me.

Love... isn't gonna save us.

It's what we have to save.

Pain makes us strong enough to do it.

All our scars, our
anger, our despair...

It's armor.

Baby, God loves the sinners best

'cause our fire burns bright,

bright, bright.

Burn with me.

Okay...

I'm ready.

Is that...?

Make a hole, make a hole!

I'm back.

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