Station Eleven (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

Tyler, can you hear me?

Look, I know you're mad.

Come on, Tyler.

Clark and I are worried.

Whatever you think happened,
it's just...

it's just grown-up stuff.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Weird time to fly.

Yeah.

She's from Alpha/Beta.

Elizabeth!



Elizabeth!

Oh, she... she's a friend.

Elizabeth!

Once you're seated,
fasten your seat belt

and also make sure
your seat back

and serving trays are at
their full upright position.

She mustn't have heard me.

Sorry.
Little help.

I'll get it!

Hi.

Clark.

I saw you in LaGuardia
eating a pretzel.

So shocking, Elizabeth,
so shocking.

My lawyer called
during the layover.



Tyler doesn't know.

And now...

Oh, look,
we're in a shit indie movie.

- C-can he not hear us?
- No.

Why are you going to Chicago?

Well, I was still listed as
an executor of Arthur's estate.

I'm...

I'm responsible for getting
the body back to Mexico.

I mean, I-I'm just so sorry
for Tyler.

Mm.

Was it hard to remember
our names?

Whose?

All the women
that Arthur fucked.

- I usually wasn't aware...
- You never made a mistake.

I...

Elizabeth...

How's Tyler doing?

Not great, but...

he won't admit it.

Excuse me, sir.
You're standing in my way.

- Sorry.
- Sei pazzo.

- Is he bothering you?
- Oh, no, she's, um...

Ladies and gentlemen,

we've got a bit
of a hiccup in Chicago,

and we're being diverted
to Severn City, Michigan.

- You're kidding me.
- Oh.

Shouldn't be too long.

Please leave first class.

It's okay, Brian.
He's, uh... he's just a fan.

Please return to your seats
and fasten your seat belts.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are
getting more information

on the larger global situation
as it comes in,

and we will continue
to update you.

Thank you
for your understanding.

We don't seem to be hearing
each other.

Do you even know what
a United Nations Ambassador is?

She has been to Nepal.

She has done humanitarian work
in Belize.

Hey, I'm getting a car
from the rental desk...

Brian!

Just... if you and Tyler
wanted to, um...

My assistant just got us
a jet... it's en route.

Oh, fantastic.

- T-to Chicago?
- Mm.

He's the agent.
I'm the nanny.

There's
the first-class lounge.

Brian, let's take that.

Tyler?

Shay, can you get him?
Tyler!

Why?

It is your job
to get me out of here!

Michi-what?

- Jesus.
- I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

Um, could you tell me where
the, uh, car rental desk is?

- No cars.
- Everything's rented.

I need to get to Chicago.

Well, okay, Steve Martin.
Let me call John Candy.

We'll get you both back home
for Thanksgiving.

I need you to get me
on a flight, now!

That is not an option.
Do you hear me?

That is not an option!

Sir!

I need you to take a breath.

Fuck you.

Down you get.
Down you get.

Ah!

Your attention,
ladies and gentlemen.

All flights have been canceled
at this time.

Come on!

Deaths inside critical
international logistics firms

could cause a catastrophe
in the coming days,

regardless of case numbers
dramatically dropping.

Cain, if you're watching this,
you need to listen to me.

This is real. Take the kids
to your parents' place, now.

Back roads only,
no motorways.

Excuse me.

Holy shit.

God has a plan.

Uh-huh.

Let's fucking hope so.

Hey, it's Tim.

Try leaving a message.

I hate phones.
Bye!

Hiya.
Um, I forgot my charger.

So I'm gonna have
to borrow one.

This flu seems substantial.

But don't worry.
N-no one has it here, so...

I just heard them say

they're not letting people
get off that one.

The people on
that plane are sick.

Holy shit.

I mean, they... they still
have rights as citizens.

And if they need
medical attention...

I guess it doesn't matter.

This flu kills everyone.

We're all dead
if they come inside here.

Would you die for a stranger?

Probably not.

Excuse me.

They're bringing the luggage.

Thank you.

All remaining baggage

will be available
in the atrium only

beneath
the "Edmund Fitzgerald."

Good luck.

Excuse me.

I'm such a fan.
You just have no idea.

- Thank you.
- Would you mind?

Um...

yeah, sure.

I mean, you'd think
at a time like this...

I mean, she's famous.
Big deal.

I'll tell you what...
She won't be very famous

if everyone
on the fucking planet dies.

Wow.

Serious business.

Do you remember me?

I'm a friend of your father's.

Uncle Clark.

I think you're very smart.

And I think you know
exactly what call

your mother got
back in New York...

last night.

Your father...

Hmm.

You know, I don't know what's
gonna happen with this flu.

Civilization is a complex,
self-correcting mechanism,

as complex as a person, ah...

only self-aware
to a degree.

Eh...

you understand.

But whatever happens...

I'm your uncle Clark.

"The worst I may be yet.

"The worst is not

"as long as we can say...

'this is the worst.'"

M-Mom! Mom!

Does, um, she need help?

I don't know.

I quit my job
a couple of hours ago.

Had my gear in my truck,
thank God.

Oh.

I think this thing
is really happening, man.

You can see it out there...

Kind of this...

glaze in people's eyes.

It's like the whole world
is just this now.

They're all heroes
on board that plane...

every single one of them.

We'll get through this.

My optimism's intact.

You sure that's not
the liquid courage?

- Probably.
- Probably.

Can you put on
something else?

God!
Change the fucking channel!

- No!
- It's my TV, bitch.

Clark Thompson.

No smoking.

I see from my files here
you've been doing some business

with Goldman Sachs.

Is that my Linkedln page?

I obviously can't let this
go wide,

but I'm looking
for useful people,

thoughtful people,
skilled people...

like you.

Ah, I'm not sure

I know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking
about zombies, man.

Good.

Stay out
of my beach community.

Who's that guy?

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Agent Nick Roker,

Homeland Security,
with a little announcement.

I know these are trying times,
but we need you

to be a little more respectful
of the facilities here,

restrooms especially.

We have no further updates
for you at this time.

We'll all get through
this together.

Roker out.

You're grounded, fuckers.

No way.

Finally, a fucking signal.

Hey, where are you?

Call me.

I wish you were here.

I've been thinking about
the "I accept this" thing,

Dr. Norman, and I-I do not.

I-I do not accept this.

I'm really sick.

I have it.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't true, what I said.

I just can't take
two weeks off.

Remember that time at Jonny's?

I love you.

Why didn't you call?

Can I talk to you?

Your assistant
never got you a jet.

She's probably dead.

Oh, Uncle Clark.

- Your plane's not coming.
- It will!

I just have to find
my passport.

This isn't healthy
for anyone,

and it sends the message
to everyone inside

that you'd rather freeze
to death

than be a part
of their community.

I would.

Elizabeth, powerful people
tend to crash hard

when huge pockets
of false reality come down.

I see it in my work
all the time.

I'm a corporate consultant.

Here I thought you were
a lounge singer.

No, I'm a CEO whisperer.

And you get paid for that...

Stroking the egos
of powerful men?

I can use what I know
to protect you,

all three of us,

if you'll accept my help.

You sound
like a movie villain.

- Tyler needs attention.
- Tyler's fine. He's with Shay.

He's sitting in front
of a plane of corpses!

We got to get out of here, T.

Look...

Ladies, Agent Nick Roker,
Homeland Security.

I'm putting a team together.
Maybe you can help.

You ever been
to the Florida Keys?

There's a little island
there called Anastasia Island.

Any experience piloting a boat?

I'm looking for people
with specific skill sets.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is Agent Nick Roker,
Homeland Security,

with a quick reminder
that all restricted areas

are still off-limits

to anyone other
than authorized personnel.

Uh, I've said this
a couple of times now,

but, please,
anyone with extra trash,

especially things that
can rot, put it out front.

Roker out.

Jerry.

Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.

What a wicked web
we fucking weave.

Agent Roker, you naughty boy.

What's happened?

Mr. Homeland Security
apparently went around

and told
all the people he liked

that he's leaving for
a better world... Miami Beach.

Movie star's nanny left.

And the Italian boyfriend.

I'm surprised
she didn't go with.

Do we know how many he took?

He took mostly women.

The whole soccer team...

except the goalie.

Um...

uh, could I have
your attention, please?

Could you turn around?
This is important.

Sorry, this is important!

Could you turn around?

Um...

this is the best thing that
could have possibly happened.

Okay, they left.

They didn't invite you, or me,

because they thought
they were better than you.

They thought they deserved
to live and you didn't.

They were in it for themselves.

And the only problem
with their plan is...

they were taken in
by a janitorial con man.

- What?
- What?

Late last night,
after some investigation,

it came to my attention
that, uh, our Agent Roker,

who's been in charge since
the early days, was a fraud.

- Whoa. What?
- Yeah.

His real name is Jerry Mercer,

and up until a week
and a half ago,

he was the night custodian
of this airport.

- What?
- No way.

Did any of you ever stop
to wonder why there was

a Homeland Security team
at Severn City, Michigan?

No?

He was an opportunist,

and he took advantage
of your fear

and the illusion of his power,

and he has likely just led
all those people

to their death.

I mean, w-who was even flying?
Who was...

Our captain.

Huh. Irrelevant.

In fact, good. Good.

- But we had a pilot.
- Now we don't.

H-how is that good?

Because you need a pilot when
there's somewhere to go, yeah?

And where do we have to go?

What appointments matter now?

We have to abandon
the future, okay?

All that matters is the now
and what got us to this point,

because the past is a map,
and it got us here,

and here, at this airport,

we have won
the post-apocalyptic lottery!

And that plane leaving
just made all our shares go up!

Okay?

The drawbridge is closed,

because Jerry Mercer,

the fucking coward
Jerry Mercer,

has effectively tripled
our food supply.

Here we are...

with much of our hierarchy
of needs already met.

We have shelter.
We have food.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

We're a community.

And we're tucked away
in a place

no one is ever gonna find us.

How do you know
he was faking, though?

Maybe you made this up.

You think I made this up?

For fuck's sake, Constance,
look at it.

- Look at it.
- It's true.

I knew Mercer.

Thought he was harmless...

just doing his thing.

But when I said something,
he threatened to kill me.

He told me
he would take me...

but I'd have to leave my child.

I confronted him last night
with Miles and Elizabeth...

and instead
of facing you today,

he snuck away in the night
with the female soccer team...

Except for the goalie.

- I never trusted that guy.
- Yeah, me neither!

See, everybody shits
on the goalie, you know?

They like the strikers,
the flash.

But the goalie...
That's how you win things.

He's right.

And we're in this together,
and we're a family now.

And I say fuck Jerry Mercer.
Fuck him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

Fuck him.

Fuck him!

Fuck Jerry Mercer!

- Fuck him.
- Fuck that guy.

- Fuck Jerry Mercer.
- Fuck him.

Fuck Jerry Mercer!

Well played, Marc Antony.

You're a star.

We've really got
something here.

You know?

The... the four of us,
including Tyler,

'cause I-I don't discount him.

You know, the sympathy
for the children, the child.

Some connotation of Arthur.

Mm.

Your celebrity
is a little less relevant

in a post-apocalyptic context.

I know.

No, but it still has
a sparkle to it.

- They remember your fame.
- Oh, that's true.

And, Miles, your connection
to a federal institution

gives you
the natural leader profile.

Why do we need a leader
at all?

Because, Tyler,
leaders give us hope.

And we won't survive here
long enough

to repopulate the Earth

if the people here
don't feel hopeful.

Maybe we shouldn't, though.

Shouldn't what, Tyler?

Repopulate.

That's a little bleak,
isn't it?

No, it's cute.

My hot spot
still works at night...

German satellite.

We could download Wikipedia,
whatever else we can find.

Good idea.

Yeah, get whatever you can
about, uh, electricity,

engineering.

Shakespeare.

So what, it'll be a...

a triumvirate?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

But with four.

- Go ahead. Try it.
- Santa can hear.

- I just...
- I just want my brother.

Santa's elves can make
your brother.

It's like AI.

- Where are the children?
- In the tower.

Tyler had an idea.

- Seriously, try it.
- Santa talks to dead people.

You'll feel better
if you say something.

Doesn't matter
if he can hear you.

Hey, Ryan,
I hope you're good...

And you get good things
for Christmas like "Fortnite."

Right?

We play in my head.

Okay, kids, downstairs.

You're not supposed
to be up here.

Come on.

How did you get up here?

It was working.

Hi, Arthur.

Are you there?

Hi, it's Clark.

Yeah. Yeah, no,
good to hear from you, too.

Listen, I'm sitting here
with your son,

and I'm sorry to say it,
but he's being a real knob.

Yeah, asking all the other kids
to pretend,

but he won't play the game.

Was he always like this?

Yes, he's here.

Yes, right here. Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Dad.

Sorry I didn't get a chance

to come see your play
in Chicago.

I really wanted to.

I was really excited.

Mom had a night shoot.

She really tried.

Anyway, it's cool
that you did "King Lear."

I don't know what else to say.

I'm glad I saw you last month,

but...

I wish I could see you again.

Now, how'd that feel?

Okay, so no one panic,

but the electrical grid
must have gone down,

because we switched
to generator overnight.

That means, though,
we'll be using power sparingly.

- How sparingly?
- Yeah, exactly.

No lights during the day.

We'll keep one TV on
for news updates.

And please don't prioritize
charging your personal devices.

- We need the Internet, though.
- Yeah.

As far as we know,
the Internet is gone.

Right, Tyler?

No more Internet.

- Oh.
- Oh.

The people who ran
the airport were planning

to install solar panels
on all the hangar roofs.

Now, I'm thinking,
between these

and all the old airplane
batteries we got in storage...

we could really rig something.

- Really?
- A-and you know how to?

- Yeah.
- I'm impressed.

And, technically...

We could...

we could last forever.

Mile... Miles, I...

I'm sorry, I can't.

Well, why not?

I'm in mourning.

I had someone.

But this is all brilliant.

♪ Man, oh, man ♪

♪ Have you been to Spain ♪

♪ Where the joy
of laughing people ♪

♪ Make you happy again? ♪

♪ Women so pretty ♪

♪ Even more so at night ♪

♪ While in the streets
their dance ♪

♪ Brings onto you
such delight ♪

♪ And, man, oh, man ♪

♪ Before you go home ♪

♪ Catch a flight on ♪

♪ To the wonders of Rome ♪

♪ Italy's beauty ♪

♪ May put on the show ♪

♪ To arouse all your love ♪

♪ And make your heart grow ♪

You're missing the party.

My hot spot stopped working.

This is the last thing
I downloaded.

What if I just deleted it?

I mean,
we'd just invent it again.

Sorry, can you just put
that away for a second?

Sorry.

Look, I-I think
that we both know

that these last years
in Germany, um...

What your father did
really hurt me.

I don't know what it is
about being here, but I...

I don't know, um...

It seems like maybe there's
something good happening...

with us.

Am I crazy?

Do you feel it, too?

Maybe it's just
because Dad's dead.

He left you something.

It's, uh... it's more a symbol
than anything,

but I had it in my bag, so...

The art's cool.

The MC on the cover
is for Miranda Carroll,

who was
your father's first wife.

I remember her.

He sent it to me, um,
a couple of weeks ago.

And I got it in the mail,
and I...

I kept it from you.

I-I've been doing that
for years.

He's been sending you letters
since the divorce,

and, uh...

I burn them.

Why?

Because I'm selfish.

Everything all right?

He can tell
when people are lying.

Well, what did you lie
to him about?

That Arthur kept trying.

Who wants some
jala-fucking-peño poppers?

Two weeks feels
like an eternity here.

How so?

Well, you know...

No. I don't know.

Earlier...

Oh.

- Right.
- When you...

- Me?
- Mm.

Zombie!

- Tyler!
- Oh, my God!

Tyler, who's that man?

It's okay.

He survived.

He was
on the Gitchegumee plane.

- Tyler, come here.
- Come here to me!

- No. No.
- He's probably infected!

- He's not.
- He has to be immune.

He didn't get it,
but they all did.

This means there's
still people out there.

- Tyler. Tyler, come here.
- Stop touching that man! Please!

- Look, please.
- P-please.

Miles, Miles,
what are you doing?

Put the gun down.

- What the fuck, Miles?
- Put the gun down! Put it down!

- Jesus Christ!
- They're both infected now.

Miles, put the gun down!

Elizabeth, I need you
to get outside right now.

- He's wasn't sick.
- He was immune.

We don't know
there is such a thing!

Oh, it just got proven,
you idiot!

- What should I do?
- Take them out.

Just get them out of here.

Garrett, shut the fuck up!

We are not monsters!

Tell him to put the gun down.

- Clark?
- Clark.

Um...

- we'll quarantine them.
- Fine. Quarantine.

Okay? The... the private plane
in Hangar G,

the batteries work,
right, Miles?

- Miles?
- Yeah.

- Okay, good. There'll be heat.
- There'll be food.

We'll keep them there
for a week, then we'll know.

That's not enough.

We want our friends
back in our community.

A month, at least.

Clark...

a week's not enough.

A month.

- A month?
- Yes.

- A month?
- Okay, yes.

- A month.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- That's a fair compromise.

- Fine, fine, a month.
- We're going.

We're going.
We're going.

"When your people go out
to battle their enemy,

by whatever way
you send them..."

- You did the right thing.
- "And they pray to the Lord.

"Then hear in heaven
their prayer

and their pleading,
and maintain their cause."

"When they sin against you,

"for there is no person
who does not sin,

"and you are angry with them

"and turn them over
to the enemy,

"if they repent and implore
your favor, saying,

"'We have sinned
and done wrong.

We have acted wickedly...'"

You haven't looked up
from that thing in three weeks.

- There's no before.
- What are you doing?

- There's no before.
- There's no before.

There's no before.

"If they return to you
with all their heart

"and all their soul

"in the land of their enemies

who have taken them
captive"...

"Then hear their prayer
and their pleading in heaven,

your dwelling place..."

Everything okay?

What are you wearing?

I, uh...

The folks inside

said they'd feel
a little bit more comfortable

if you wore these, too.

It's just for a little while.

That okay?

I told you.

How's that, Clark?

Perfect.

"And forgive your people
who have sinned against you

"and all their wrongdoings

"which they have committed
against you.

"And make them objects
of compassion

"before those who have
taken them captive...

so that they will have
compassion on them."

Let us pray.

- What are you doing?
- I'm making a museum...

A tribute
to the best of the old days,

a reminder of how good
we used to have it...

something to aim for,
to get back to.

Talking to the dead through
the radio system feels macabre.

This will be better.

He doesn't sleep.

Since then, he was always...

confused about ghosts,

but this... this
has brought out something...

else.

There was bullying in Berlin.

Tyler processed
the quarantine

as some kind
of personal humiliation.

He needs to grow up
and get over it.

Do you hate Tyler
because you hated Arthur?

I don't hate Tyler.

But you did hate Arthur.

- Why?
- You think I was jealous of him?

Because that's what
he thought, too.

I beat him out for Antonio
in "The Merchant of Venice."

And he
could never understand

the fact that I wasn't jealous.

Arthur was pathetic.

He was a B-list loser
who surrounded himself

with C-list trophy duds
like yourself.

Oh, yeah.

And he threw away
the only worthwhile wife

he had in Miranda,

who he never got over,
by the way.

He was a shit father,
a shit husband, which you know,

and he died onstage
in a puddle of his own piss,

desperate to be taken
seriously,

trying to do "King Lear."

And still, I loved him!

Everyone loved him.

I mean...

it takes every ounce
of your energy every day

to get people
to even like you...

to actually listen
to the sentences that you say,

but Art...

Art didn't have to try.

That must feel awful.

Tyler will thrive here.

I haven't betrayed him, even
if you seem to think I have.

In fact, I saved his life
and yours.

We all know it was Arthur
who damaged Tyler.

All of us, we're all
the fucking wreckage.

- Yeah, you're right.
- You're right.

Elizabeth, we have
to stick together.

We can't let a child play us
off against one another.

I, uh... I know.

Arthur?

Are you there?

It's Clark.

I miss you, old friend...

despite myself.

Listen, I really regret...

what I said the last time
we spoke...

in Chicago.

I have tried
to protect your boy.

But I don't know
how to anymore.

H-he's like you in his way...

Bold, indifferent to authority,

singular...

but he's a destroyer.

And you were never a destroyer.

I-I mean something here
to these people.

I've got responsibilities
to everybody now.

And I don't think
I've done anything wrong.

But it's time for Tyler
and Elizabeth to go.

Uncle Clark?

Tyler?

Where are you?

Were... were you...

Because I didn't mean...

I'm in the death.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth!
Constance! Miles!

Who's down there?

- I'm here. What is it?
- It's Tyler.

He's on board the Gitchegumee.

Why?

Tyler, what are you
doing on board that plane?

Setting all of you free.

Gate 105!

The jet is on fire.

He set it on fire!

Tyler is still on board!

Tyler!

Tyler!

Tyler!

No!

Tyler!

No, Tyler!

Elizabeth...

Tyler! No!

Elizabeth...

No.

Shh, shh, shh.

But soft, behold!

Lo, where it comes again!

I'll cross it though
it blast me.

Stay, illusion!

If thou hast any sound
or use of voice, speak to me.

If there be any good thing
to be done

that may to thee do ease
and grace to me, speak to me.

If thou art privy
to thy country's fate,

which happily foreknowing
may avoid, O, speak!

Speak!

Speak!