Run (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Run - full transcript

The way they built their world,

it won't take much
to bring it all crashing down.

Welcome to the end of the game.

The real gods are coming.

And they're very angry.

‐ ‐

Hey, darling.

Shopping.

No, groceries.

And then yoga.
I got my new mat and everything.

Oh, you need...



someone to be in
for the new speakers?

I know,
but I've got my new yoga mat.

Lunchtime?

Yeah, I will hurry back.

Okay.

All right, well,
I better get at 'em.

Yep.

And I will see you tonight.

I love you, too.

Bye‐bye.

Bye‐bye.

Bye.

‐ ‐

Hi there.



Hi! Can I, uh, buy,
uh, a ticket, please?

- To...?
- New York.

I would like
the first flight to New York.

Certainly,
ma'am. We have one leaving in 30 minutes.

I can get you on that flight
so long as you scoot.

- I can scoot.
- Okay, good.

You currently have
a middle seat.

Would you prefer
a window or an aisle?

- Uh, how long is the flight?
- It's five hours.

- Aisle then.
- Perfect.

Well, or‐or a window seat.

Um... Indecisive.

- Okay.
- Window. No, aisle.

Should we just stay
with the middle seat?

- That's the only one that I don't want.
- You don't want‐‐

Don't ask me any questions!
Just give me a goddamn ticket!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Calm down.

Irishman:
Fiona, Fiona!

I'm fine.
I'm in Scotland.

I like Scotland.

Listen, darling,
we'll sort it out later.

Can I call you back?

Woman:
The 5:35 Amtrak service

to Chicago will be
shortly departing.

After you.

Man: Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the 5:35 Amtrak service

from New York to Chicago.

We're glad you could join us
on your trip today.

Hello!
I'm Billy.

- Marjorie.
- How you doing?

- I'm Billy.
- Ruby.

Ruby.

- Where you headed, Marjorie?
- Pittsburgh,

to visit my daughter.

- Where are you two going?
- I'm going all the way.

You sure you're ready for that?
- Marjorie!

Are you together?

No.

Strangers on a train.

Woman: Final
call for the 5:35 to Chicago...

Billy: But I bet I
can tell you why she's traveling.

Marjorie: Are you psychic?

I'm a palm reader.

Do you wanna see?
Can I have your hand, please?

- Miss?
- Woman: Final call

for the door on
platform three. Final call.

- Thank you.
- Woman: The doors are closing.

The doors are closing.

Marjorie:
Here we go!

Well, go on then.

Okay.

Okay, you see this one
very strong line here?

- That is your heart line...
- Hmm.

And that is deep, that is deep.

- It's deep, and it's long.
- Is she here for love?

Picture the kind of love the
rest of us can only dream of.

- Marjorie: Has she met him yet?
- Yeah.

A long time ago, but there's
a break in the middle.

Hmm, a big one.

Is that why she looks so sad?

I think that's probably
just her resting face.

And then this is
her life line here,

and today, that shows
sexual arousal.

But the big news is that she
meets the guy again, soon.

So, that's lovely for her.

All right.

- You wanna see skills?
- You don't have the gift.

Are you obsessed
with little pigs?

- No.
- Do you go on about them all the time?

- Billy: I don't think so.
- Did you see one documentary, and then, suddenly,

- you were an expert?
- They sing to their babies.

They do not sing
to their babies.

Hello.

Hi.

Still never miss
an opportunity to wind me up.

It's like riding a bike.

Man:
That was a mission.

- Can I help you?
- Can I sit down?

Who is this man?

Oh, let's not play
Alzheimer's now, Marge.

It's a new game, John.

John: Okay, well...

there's a double roomette
and a cup of cocoa

waiting for my wife.

If you see her,
let her know, huh?

‐ ‐Come on, baby.

- I got you.
- Whoa!

Marjorie: John,
what's a roomette?

John:
What's a roomette?!

- Oh, fuck.
- Fuck.

- Fuck.
- Fuck.

- Fuck!
- Fuck!

- Fuck.
- Fuck!

- Fuck!
- Fuck!

- Fuck.
- Fuck!

I have nothing with me!

Just in that moment,
you just left?

- Yeah.
- So did I.

- You know it's been 15 years?
- Yeah.

You remembered everything.

- First train after five.
- Yeah.

- I was sure you wouldn't be there.
- I was there.

All handsome.

Huh.

Fuck.

This...

- This is unforgivable.
- I know.

Really?
People forgive all sorts,

- don't they?
- Not this.

Who does this?

Oh my God.

What will I say?

To who?

- Can we make a rule?
- Yeah.

So until tomorrow,

can we have a moratorium
on personal questions?

Okay.

You know a moratorium?

Do you remember that
phase you had at college

where you thought that the word

- "hirsute..."
- Fuck.

Meant the same as "therefore"?

- Yeah, all right.
- And you went around baffling people,

"Hirsute, we should probably
conclude, blah, blah‐‐"

All right, yeah, yeah.
What's a moratorium?

- It's a prohibition.
- Oh, then no.

No, that's not what
it means, or no you‐‐

- No, I won't do that.
- Why not?

- Because where's the fun?
- Oh, you want fun?

- Yeah.
- You don't have to play.

Hirsute, who's Fiona?

Fine, let's do a moratorium.

I'm hungry.

Are you hungry?

Excuse me.
Sorry.

Oh, hello.

What's the rush?

I'm in a good fitness place.

I need the bathroom.

Poo?

Oh fuck.

Ruby: Oh, fuck.

Hey.

Billy: You think I
have the answers to your life?

I don't know you.

Fuck off! Fuck off!
I'm trying to be honest.

Hey, what's that?

- Nothing.
- Ruby: Huh.

Okay, what can I get you today?

- Um, I will have...
- Billy: Shit.

- Pasta and salad, please.
- Waitress: Sure.

- You're so decisive.
- He will have the same.

No problem.

You always want what I get,
and then you end up eating mine.

And you don't think that I've
changed since I was 19 years old?

Oh, honey, there is always hope.

Oh, did you design
your own house?

Oh! Moratorium!

‐Real nice. ‐Please, no,
no. Give me one thing.

I'll give you one back.

No, I don't know
what to talk about.

- Whoa.
- What?

I'm a little baby girl.

- I don't know what to talk about.
- Okay, fuck off.

- I choose career.
- Fine.

Um, I'm a senior
architect at a firm in...

the city where I live,
and we specialize in green design.

- That's very cool. And what time was it when I texted?
- Yeah.

- Morning. Why?
- Because it's a Tuesday.

Did you just walk
out of your office

- and get in your car?
- Yes.

And you wear what you want.

I love it.

Your turn.

You can choose something
other than career,

- if you want.
- Why?

'Cause I assume that
you know the basics.

Why would you assume that?

Are you teasing me?

Are we going to pretend
you've never googled me?

Yeah. Well, I know
about the, the...

- "life coaching" seminars.
- Yeah. Yeah.

I have never watched them.

- Why not?
- It's the same

"Who me?" smile you
were trying in college.

And honestly, it's weird enough
seeing your face everywhere.

I didn't wanna find out...

there was nothing behind
the smile anymore.

Okay.

I was gonna give you this.

Are you kidding me?

- Amazing Period?
- No.

Amazing. Period.

‐But it sounds like‐‐
‐No. In America,

you say period
instead of full stop.

No, it sounds like you're talking about
how amazing women's periods are,

which is fitting considering
that I've heard it's fucking

extraordinarily condescending
about the female experience.

And I wouldn't mind
if it was aimed at men,

but your marketing
goes to great lengths

to emphasize this
massive female following.

So, I guess that's why
I didn't watch it,

'cause I didn't want your new
career as a prick to make me hate you.

All right then.

- That was rude.
- It's okay.

- No. Um, really, I'm not, I'm not even like that anymore.
- Excuse me.

- Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going?
- I'm going to the bathroom.

- Hey!
- I'm just going to the bathroom.

That fucking woman.

Shit.

Excuse me, sir.

Uh, I have your paper towels.

‐I'm sorry, I don't‐‐
‐: No, don't get up!

Your friend will be along in a
second to help you clean up.

She's just getting you a‐another
pair of... pants.

- Thank you.
- It's okay.

You all pranked out?

Um, what time does
this thing stop?

Eleven p. m.

Okay. Okay.

Man: Ladies and gentlemen,

for those of you who have booked
a roomette but not yet occupied it,

please make yourself
known to a member of staff

as soon as possible. Thank you.

- Did you get a roomette?
- You didn't?

No.

Come on.

This is it?

What are you talking about?

This is good! Look.

Man: Hi there. I'm Jack.

I'm your Amtrak
bedroom attendant.

Well, you must be
Ms. Dixie,

and her guest, Mister...?

Um...

- Billy Johnson.
- Of course.

- We were worried you hadn't boarded.
- Worries are over, Jack.

We're here.

We've run away to be together,
Jack. A bit nervous.

Jack:
Now, that sounds fun.

Now, if you'd allow me
some time with your room,

I'd love to perform
a turn‐down service.

Thank you, Jack.

My pleasure, sir.

- He's a fan.
- No, he isn't.

- Look at this.
- Jack: I'm‐I'm sorry, sir,

I‐I forgot your name.
What was it again?

Um...

Um, Billy Johnson.

Jack: Got it. We'll
make an announcement

when your room's ready for you.

Thank you.

Hey.

So, that's our bed.

That's my bed.

Um...

I have to make a work call.

Laurence? Laurence!

Laurence? Can you hear me?

Laurence:
Yeah. Where are‐‐

I... I can't really hear you.
Can you hear me?

I am fine! Can you‐‐

What's wrong?

Why did you text me?

We have a moratorium in place

until tomorrow, so...

Ruby: No.

Why did you text me?

I've texted before.

Yeah.

But why today?

Did you break up with somebody?

Uh... no.

- Do you hate your job?
- I've got the best job in the world.

Oh, don't be that guy
because it doesn't work with me.

And, please,
don't bullshit me that your life is

so brilliantly perfect
because if it was,

you wouldn't have texted "RUN,"
and you wouldn't be sitting on this train.

You texted "RUN" back.

- Yeah.
- That's what set everything off, okay?

So, you're blaming other people
for a choice that you've made,

- like you always do, so back the fuck off.
- Like I always do?

Jesus Christ,
you didn't have to come!

Maybe that was a mistake.

Do you wanna know why I texted?

It's 'cause I was drunk.

I was smashed off my tits, okay?

Oh, fuck you.

Ruby:
Hey, hey! Stop!

I've walked out on my life

because you got fucking wasted?

Hey, I guess so.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Hey.

I don't know you anymore.
I must be...

Oh no, don't do that.

- Fucking insane! What have I done?
- Don't, don't, don't. Stop.

Hey, stop. Stop.
You know me.

You know me.
It's still me...

behind the stupid smile.

Ruby:
Who is Fiona,

and why did you tell her
that you were in Scotland?

Okay.

She's my PA,

and I just needed
to tell her something.

I‐‐

‐ ‐Okay.

What I should've told you,

is that when I texted
you, I was...

getting hammered in
the bar of a crappy hotel,

which is nowhere
at all near Scotland,

and I had this
moment of clarity...

that there wasn't
a single person

I had ever met in my entire life

that I ever wanted to see again.

And then I thought of you.

Man:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we will be pausing here
at Wyeth Station, Pittsburgh,

for the next 20 minutes,
during which time

you're welcome to jump off,
get some air...

- You do not still smoke.
- We will be leaving at 11:20 hours.

All right.

Woman: The 11:20
Amtrak service to Chicago

will be shortly departing
from platform 16.

- Laurence?
- Laurence: Ruby, where the fuck have you been?

‐Listen‐‐ ‐ Whatever this is about,
just come home.

Just come home.

Woman: The Amtrak
service to Chicago on platform 16

will be departing.

Any station personnel, please
depart the train immediately.

Ruby? Ruby?

Woman: Final
call for the Amtrak service...

Ruby!

Man: Last call. Please
take your seats. Doors closing.

Ruby!

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

I'm so unfit.

Did you...

pull the handle
off a toilet door

because you thought
I wasn't coming back?

No.

Toilet door handles are
really bad for germs.

I find it's best
to bring your own.

What about the flush...

or do your poops...

flush themselves?

Billy: Jesus Christ.

You're still your
own best audience.

Billy: Fuck's sake.

My phone.

Oh. I got it.

Jack: Announcement
for Ms. Dixie and... her guest.

Uh, your roomette is
now ready to occupy.

Do you get the feeling
like we're walking away

from something...
we can never walk away from?

I get louder every week.

I'm not the same person
I used to be.

I like you better already.

You're funnier,
you're stronger‐‐

you're sexier.

Help!

I'm glad she doesn't know
the real reason you texted her.

Do you want to be here with me?

Or is this about something else?

I wasn't totally honest
with you.

I made a huge mistake.
And I can never go back.

Okay.

- Is that all?
- No.

Oh, shit, oh, shit.

Oh, we're going to Hell.

And I'm the violent one.

At some point
we're just gonna have to deal

with the consequences
before they bite us in the ass.

I mean, I can't blame it,
you've got such a nice ass.