Station Eleven (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript
Hello, Tyler.
We premiere in three days.
Midsummer.
We've decided on the atrium
for the wagons in case of rain.
Clark seems...
okay with the Symphony
being here.
I don't think you ever
saw me this excited.
You saw me as the bad guy.
Shitty German soaps.
Ah, I wish you were here.
Hm.
See you tomorrow.
"Station Eleven" was printed
at Zalinski's
Print and Copy Stop
in Chicago, Illinois
on November 28, 2020.
- Only five...
- What's your source on that?
Miranda telling Arthur.
Only five copies
were published.
- It is the story...
- Self-published?
Okay.
Ah.
Oh.
Hey, Luli.
- You named your horse Luli?
- Uhk!
I led her for three days
while you were draped over her.
I didn't know what to call her.
That's my book.
I know.
It's been a while.
What happened?
You killed
all those bandanas.
But...
They got you with that
dirty chemistry, Kolokol-1.
People say their poison
makes you see ghosts.
What'd you dream about?
The First Hundred.
Cody died.
I saw.
I'm sorry.
You guys were together
a long time.
There's no before.
Where are the rest
of the Undersea?
Close. They'll come
if I light the torch.
Why are you helping me?
"You're going to die,
and I can't stop it."
"Isn't it that everyone?"
I burned my copy
when I left here.
I remember the words
pretty good.
Not everything, but most of it.
Forgot some parts.
Why are you so sure
the people who live here
aren't gonna recognize you?
They don't wanna remember me.
They think I'm dead.
Is someone coming up
behind me right now?
Yep.
- Do we let him?
- You tell me.
Hands up.
Who are you?
We're from
the Traveling Symphony.
We're just actors.
I don't think I've ever
said this out loud...
But I have always felt
like a failure.
Every room I've walked into,
I felt hated.
And I know it's wrong
and I know it's not true,
but... I feel it.
I feel it,
and I accept it.
Hello all.
Clark again.
Hm?
- Hi.
- Say hi, kids.
Hi, Mr. Thompson.
The object from the museum
this week is a karaoke machine.
Now, kids just like yourselves
would get bored
looking for fun
on Friday night.
Eh?
And, um...
You can pick any song you want
and perform it
for your friends.
The Traveling Symphony
can do that.
No, well, not like this.
- Yes.
- Ms. Colton, is it true
you used to be an actor?
Uh, yes, I was.
And guess who else was?
- Mr. Thompson.
- Mm-hmm.
And a very good actor
and also a violinist.
When is the play?
Premiere is midsummer's eve,
and the workshop with the
actors will be the next day.
As long as they clear
quarantine protocol.
We can't let the sick
enter our community.
Huh?
We can't risk infection!
If anybody is interested
in the karaoke machine...
It'll be in the museum.
- Okay, kids.
- Miles is on his way
for electrical engineering
class.
- Clark.
- Midsummer's eve.
Why can't you just
say June the 21st?
Fuck's sake, Clark.
Nobody's sick
out there anymore.
Why do you have
to scare children?
It actually keeps them calm.
It doesn't keep them calm.
Walking them in now.
- What's that?
- Nothing.
Miles found a couple of people
in the woods past the fence.
- What?
- They're just more actors,
and we're bringing them
to quarantine right now.
- No, you're not.
- That sounds like a con.
It's also not how we do things.
Clark,
it is a different time.
- You heard those kids...
- This is not what we agreed.
I let you get what you want
with this theater troupe,
but I will not allow it
to become a distraction
that puts our people in danger.
Our people
want to open the doors.
Give me!
Miles?
- Miles!
- Clark?
Bring them straight
to the tower.
I'll interrogate them myself.
- You're a crazy old man.
- Uh-huh.
Alex, I'm coming down.
I have something
I think you might like.
- Okay.
- We're still rehearsing.
We have questions
about The Mousetrap.
Severn City Airport
is honored to welcome
the Traveling Symphony for
a summer solstice performance
of "Hamlet"
by William Shakespeare.
- Hello.
- Come.
Um...
I'm Clark Thompson.
Welcome
to the Museum of Civilization.
I'm Kirsten
from the Traveling Symphony.
- Ah.
- Kirsten.
- Mm-hmm.
- Welcome.
Welcome, welcome.
And now,
let me look at you, my God.
Real, professional actors.
Kirsten.
Now yes,
now I know your story.
Scary stuff.
Got separated
at the golf course.
Pingtree, is it?
We don't get out much.
And then the bombing.
It was really,
really scary, yeah.
- Thank God you found us.
- Yeah.
We're just so glad you're okay.
Your, um...
your troupe is doing well.
- Mm.
- A few days into quarantine.
We quarantine here.
It's part of our success,
along with the isolated woods,
the, um,
electric fences...
Ah.
And the cameras.
I told her
these woods were dangerous.
And who are you?
Lonagan.
"What hath you done
with the body, dear Lord?"
"Compounded it with dust,
whereto 'tis kin."
Yeah, everybody knows
"Hamlet" though.
Yeah, but it's just
so good, you know?
Reading it, it's like being
inside a different world.
I don't know, stupid probably.
I don't think it's stupid.
These identity verifications
are usually so tedious,
but this one is a delight.
Real actors, Miles, huh?
I think they could
just do a scene.
Sometimes we have visitors.
They lie to try to get in,
so we, uh,
check them out.
- Smart.
- So, one scene.
Whatever you like.
Then we'll know you are
who you say you are.
The old one
with the spaceship.
What happened?
We made it to orbit.
You were in regenerostasis
for 12 1/2 days.
You never sleep that long.
I'm still woozy.
Is that Earth?
Not anymore.
It was.
Did you watch
my helmet's video feed?
- Yes.
- From your accident?
I didn't realize
the gyroscope is fucked.
Ah!
Ah!
I stood looking over
the damage,
trying to remember the
sweetness of life on Earth...
But I couldn't remember.
Do you know what I remember?
You...
As a child.
From before.
We don't even know
if it's like it was before.
There is no before.
No after.
Only now.
I don't buy it.
The past is safe.
Everything else... changes.
Wow!
Wow.
Wow, bravo, bravo.
Bravo!
Clark!
My friend.
Ah, it's so good to see you!
Hello.
Ahh.
Wh...
What?
I mean,
you saw the rehearsal, right?
- Yeah.
- How brutal was it?
- No, it's fine.
- It's fine.
- Fine.
- Yeah.
No, I mean, it's...
It's a solid production.
- Ah.
- It's shaping up
to be something incredible.
How...
How far out are you again?
Three weeks.
Well,
you're in the shit then.
Yeah.
It means a lot to me
for you to come.
You know
Tyler is arriving tomorrow?
Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- Come in.
Come in.
Kiki.
Come.
Come, come, come.
Say hi to my friend, Clark.
Hello.
- I'm Kirsten.
- Young Goneril.
- Ah, yes.
- Kiki's my understudy.
- Ah.
- Yeah.
She knows the whole play.
Really?
- Good night.
- Good night.
"My eldest born,
speak first."
"Sir, I do love you more
than words can
wield the matter."
- Wow.
- , eh?
Till tomorrow, okay?
- Make magic...
- Every time. - Every time.
Tanya, the kid wrangler,
says that her life is sad.
But you can't tell, right?
No.
Do you remember that bar
out by the Pancake House?
From the night
we met Miranda?
Yeah, of course...
My birthday.
- I gave you a banana.
- You have it?
- I do.
- Yeah.
Come on, let's go there.
I... I've been sober
nine years.
You know that.
Yeah.
- You fucker.
- F...
I called you
when I did the 12 steps.
- Of course.
- No, of course, of course.
You forget everything, mate.
♪ You say ♪
♪ I only hear
what I want to ♪
♪ You say ♪
♪ I talk so all the time ♪
♪ So ♪
♪ And I thought
what I felt was simple ♪
♪ And I thought
that I don't belong ♪
♪ And now that I am leaving ♪
♪ Now I know
that I did something wrong ♪
♪ 'Cause I miss you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, I miss you ♪
S!
Hi!
- Kirsten!
- Oh, my God, no way!
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, she came back!
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Hey, Vlad!
- I'm good, I'm safe.
- She's back!
- I knew it.
- I knew it.
I knew it.
Where's Sarah?
- Uh...
- What?
Sarah had a heart attack.
But, uh, you know,
they say she's gonna recover.
They...
They have a facility here.
- She's fine.
- Okay,
has anybody seen her?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- They won't let us.
You guys.
Look around.
That's...
That's barbed wire, okay?
We're locked up.
It's kind of nice though,
you know?
- We're safe.
- Less travel.
- Okay.
- Just someone...
Someone just say the plan.
To get Sarah.
We can't stay.
We... we...
You guys, it's not safe.
- Yes, it is.
- No, Alex, it's not.
They're excited for us.
They've never seen a play.
Oh,
they've never seen a play?
- Never.
- We have to do the play.
- What did you say?
- I said that we...
Well, you know,
we made a commitment and...
Elizabeth's been directing us.
We direct ourselves.
Why would we leave the
nicest place we've ever been?
Because they're holding
Sarah hostage.
- No, they saved her.
- She would've died.
And quarantine it's... it's...
It's just what they do here.
- Okay!
- Elizabeth said
that if we stay here,
then she'll give us houses.
And...
And look, we've got bathrooms.
What they said was we could
stay for the winter
until Sarah recovers.
And is that what you want?
I haven't had
a sewing machine, ever.
- Elizabeth got me one.
- Right, yeah.
Sorry,
who the fuck is Elizabeth?
Elizabeth Colton.
She was a movie star
from before?
Yes, I know who she was.
Hey, wasn't she married
to Arthur Leander?
Oh.
Holy fucking shit.
Cut down those reeds
and the trees
and, uh, open the doors.
Bring in the light.
I just watched them
do a scene.
- And?
- How were they?
Well, they're real.
- How was the man?
- Uh...
he was more summer stock.
Kirsten, she's the star.
Yes,
that's what Alexandra said.
Yes. It's been so long
I forgot how powerful
it can be.
- Mm.
- Stage doesn't matter.
Costumes. Ha.
It's a problem.
- What is?
- I listened to you.
And I agreed.
I wanted the Traveling Symphony
to come to try something new,
and I'm admitting the museum
isn't doing the job anymore.
But I assumed they'd be
terrible or just lighter.
- It's fucking "Hamlet," Clark.
- Yes.
And I've been reading it again
for the read-a-long at school.
I never noticed
how insolent Hamlet is
to the power structures.
The man insults the king.
Claudius kills his father.
Yes, but he had his reasons.
Nobody ever tells the story
from that point of view.
- Oh!
- But Hamlet,
imagine if our teenagers felt
that anger that clearly?
- Mm.
- And it's...
It's... it's like heroin.
- Hm.
- What are you saying, Clark?
- I'm withdrawing my vote.
- They can't perform.
- You can't do that.
- Not now.
Obviously, they can't be
allowed to leave.
We'll have to keep them
in custody.
They know how to get here.
They could bring back others.
- Sweep better.
- Ignore him.
Be honest about your anger.
We have work to do.
No, it's simple.
Hello, Sam, you fuck,
did you slip Bill information
which you fucking overheard
at the July session
regarding a crisis at
the meeting without telling me?
Well, is the assistant on?
Good!
Yeah. Go fuck yourself!
Uh-huh.
All right, now you try it.
I... it's... sorry,
it's confrontation therapy.
I'm a CEO whisperer.
Uh, Mr. Leander told me
you two used to party.
- I got eight balls.
- Eh,
oh no, we're good, thanks.
Um...
eh, thank you for the food.
No, no... ex... excellent,
Jack, excellent.
Nobody believes this,
but it's true.
Chicago... best food.
Come on, Arthur.
Rome?
Mexico City?
It's Tim.
Jeez.
He's almost as optimistic
as you are.
- Tim?
- Who's Tim?
Tim, he's, uh...
I met him years ago.
We dated on and off,
and then we moved in this year.
He's been good for me.
I'm happy for you.
You should have
brought him over then.
Been so long I thought
maybe just us this time.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
I heard you shouting before.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, no, it's just work.
I'm a CEO whisperer.
Really a lot of CEOs these days
are kind of the sensitive types
so they have
to learn the alpha moves.
You were a violin player
in a punk band when we met.
Yeah, your point?
Who cares about alpha moves?
The only thing you could do was
to show people how you felt.
- I'm aware I've changed...
- And I respect that
so much more, Clark.
More than this whole
chest-bumping macho attitude,
you know, like, why...
What about nice people?
Or quiet people?
Or even better,
people who don't even think
like that at all?
People who only make things
for their own private reasons.
Arthur, you like those people
because you dominate them
from the start.
What does that mean?
They don't push back
against you
because you're a movie star.
Oh, come on,
you're aware of that, yeah?
What, you think
it's because they love you or...
Or they're scared of you,
but it's actually
because they don't care
about you.
- Man!
- Yeah.
You're sounding
like the paranoid old members
of the party that my father
used to hang out with.
- What, fucking communists?
- Yeah!
No, I'm just saying people
in the business world
are more honest.
- Oh, Clark, no!
- Yes!
- No.
- And I prefer it,
because nobody's pretending
why they're there.
- Aye, no, come on, no.
- What?
What?
I'm not saying I respect
or like these
Ruling Elite motherfuckers.
And I'm not saying I...
I don't love
what we used to do.
Dressing up, telling stories,
making magic.
'Cause that's what matters.
Making things.
Miranda knew that.
Always.
Yeah.
And I don't mean
making things
as in an art piece
or music for the elites.
No, I mean, making things.
And in order for that
something to be transcendent,
to hold up, it has to be great.
Hm.
So that's what you think
you're doing with "Lear," huh?
Yeah?
Making something great?
- No, I just think...
- Miranda didn't care
if what she was doing
was great.
She didn't care
if anyone ever even read it.
She had to do
what she was doing.
- You didn't even know Miranda.
- Miranda was my friend too!
And I lost her because
you needed more attention.
Fucking Chicago.
- Clark?
- Sorry.
I liked her.
"I'm at my best
when I'm escaping."
She said those exact words
to me by the pool that night
after she realized
you were fucking your costar.
But I wasn't.
Everyone said.
They all assumed.
But in the end?
I didn't.
Miranda left me.
And she burned down
my pool house.
She was tied to a boulder...
and getting pulled
to the bottom of the sea.
And you?
You were sad she didn't
like your heist movie.
Do you know
what I really thought
watching you today on stage?
You're great.
You don't deserve to be,
because you haven't earned it,
and you shouldn't be
that great but...
you are.
And I'm not jealous.
I don't want to be you.
I don't wanna be great.
I just miss...
friendships.
Yeah, me too.
Elizabeth.
There's something about him.
I... I felt it
when I caught them out there.
I... I...
I can't shake it.
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
But Elizabeth,
I got to tell you something.
Clark doesn't know, but
I had him locked up, Lonagan.
- Where is he?
- Mountebanc has him locked up.
- You should go see him.
- Why?
- Just go see him.
- Miles, what?
You don't actually
think it's Tyler?
Elizabeth, please.
My son is dead.
I...
I'll... I'll deal with it
after the play.
We have a lot going on.
Probably time
to let her people visit.
After the play.
That scene today was good.
I'm changing my mind
on the theater.
Elizabeth said.
- I ran into her.
- Oh.
Do people like me anymore?
People love you.
People know you saved them.
On with it.
You built something great
here.
You guided us
through an impossible time.
Then why do I feel
so terrible?
Morning.
Morning.
It's afternoon.
- Yeah?
- Is there coffee?
- I think you should go, man.
- Now.
- Oh.
- You're trying to get rid of me
before Tyler gets here.
You know,
I thought it would've been nice
to get to know the boy finally.
But you abandoned me.
I feel fucking sorry for Tyler
having you as a father.
Eh,
sorry.
- It's fine.
- Come in, Clark.
Come say hi.
I... I didn't realize
you were already here.
We landed at noon.
Tyler,
say hi to your Uncle Clark.
He had what's called
a "bender" last night.
Nice to meet you, Tyler.
He's my uncle?
Well, he and your dad
used to be friends.
No, we're friends.
We still are.
And now
it's a different time.
What's different?
We're old as shit.
Ah!
Oh.
I found your friend.
I used to use the jetways
to get around.
You can get anywhere
in the airport.
I guess there is a Before.
- Come on.
- Your friend's back here.
You're almost there.
Just go that way.
You'll see a light.
- What are you doing?
- Something else.
I'll meet you back
at the jetway.
I'll wait.
Go.
- Sarah!
- Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah, hi.
I'm gonna get you
out of here, okay?
I just have to...
To find a way around.
Why are you in the ceiling?
- Huh?
- Why...
Why are you in the ceiling?
They're holding you
to get the troupe to perform.
This place, it's not safe.
We have to go.
So where would I go?
With us.
19 times around the lake,
and I thought I was gonna
make it 20 but...
my bones is cold.
But... I mean,
you'll heal.
My heart's broken.
Go.
Say goodbye.
You got to get better at that.
And don't... don't...
tell them that I'm dead
until after.
After what?
The play.
The play's the thing.
Okay.
Nothing's gone.
Nothing's ever gone.
I saw her.
Thank you.
Okay.
The jetway that takes you back
to the quarantine is that way.
This one leads outside.
Look, I told you,
no one leaves this place alive.
The Before...
It's coming back.
I won't let it.
Goodbye.
Outside of the fence.
Elizabeth...
are you still awake?
Of course he took credit.
Clark used to take over
with his lies.
Who are they?
All the people
who died out there.
Gitchegumee Air, Flight 452.
They landed the same day as us.
A few hours later.
They didn't let them off
though.
They were sick.
We were inside.
Nice and safe.
But it's time
for Tyler and Elizabeth to go.
So you ran away.
And you let everyone believe
that you died.
And when you were alone...
You thought
about "Station Eleven."
What happened to you
in the First Hundred?
I was in Chicago.
I was lucky for a kid.
I had a grownup
who cared about me.
Right before the Flu,
I was in a play...
With Arthur Leander.
I knew him.
I loved him, actually.
He was kind to me.
He talked about his son a lot.
We were supposed to meet
at the premiere.
But then, uh,
they were late.
Arthur gave me
"Station Eleven."
And when I read it,
it didn't matter
that the world was ending.
Because it was the world.
Tyler...
You didn't come back here
for that.
Then why did I come back?
Because they didn't die.
They're all still alive.
You left.
I remember being locked up
for trying to help someone.
I remember that they failed.
I remember damage...
Then escape...
Then adrift...
in a stranger's galaxy
for a long, long time.
But I'm safe now.
I found it again.
There is a Before.
It was just awful.
I release you
from the Undersea.
♪ One fine morning ♪
♪ I'm gonna ride out ♪
♪ Yeah, one fine morning ♪
♪ I'm gonna ride out ♪
♪ Just me and the skeleton... ♪
"So I stood looking
over the damage."
"I was late.
You were early."
♪ In a country kind of ♪
♪ Silence ♪
♪ We're gonna ride out ♪
♪ In a country ♪
♪ Silence ♪
- Fuck.
- Ah, fuck.
Fuck.
♪ Yeah, one fine morning ♪
Yeah, it's all
coming back to me now.
My apocalypse.
My apocalypse.
♪ The curtain rose ♪
♪ And burned ♪
♪ In the morning sun ♪
♪ Yeah, the curtain rose ♪
♪ And burned ♪
♪ In the morning sun ♪
- Tyler?
- ♪ And the mountain ♪
♪ And the mountain ♪
♪ Bowed down ♪
♪ In the morning sun ♪
My apocalypse.
Say something.
- What's happening?
- Fuck you!
Clark.
- This is all your fault!
- You brought it back!
You brought everything back!
Tyler?
Tyler.
Thank God you're alive.
I don't know you or you.
Fuck you.
You could have spared
your mother 20 years of pain!
- Clark, stop talking.
- No.
Why have you come back?
Why do this to her?
I'm not doing this to her.
No!
No!
No!
No!
The museum!
The museum!
No!
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria... ♪
I'll take care of him.
- He came back.
- He came back.
♪ Maria gratia plena... ♪
Okay, so what does happen?
The story ends
before you find out.
- Hold on.
- What's your argument?
Not what they think.
Not what the author thought.
- What do you think?
- Are you mad at me?
- No.
- You're just not done.
♪ Ave dominus ♪
♪ Dominus tecum ♪
♪ Benedicta tu ♪
♪ In mulieribus ♪
♪ Et bene ♪
♪ Dictus ♪
♪ Et benedictus ♪
♪ Fructus ventris ♪
♪ Ventris tui ♪
♪ Jesus ♪
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do
do do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do do
do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do ♪
We premiere in three days.
Midsummer.
We've decided on the atrium
for the wagons in case of rain.
Clark seems...
okay with the Symphony
being here.
I don't think you ever
saw me this excited.
You saw me as the bad guy.
Shitty German soaps.
Ah, I wish you were here.
Hm.
See you tomorrow.
"Station Eleven" was printed
at Zalinski's
Print and Copy Stop
in Chicago, Illinois
on November 28, 2020.
- Only five...
- What's your source on that?
Miranda telling Arthur.
Only five copies
were published.
- It is the story...
- Self-published?
Okay.
Ah.
Oh.
Hey, Luli.
- You named your horse Luli?
- Uhk!
I led her for three days
while you were draped over her.
I didn't know what to call her.
That's my book.
I know.
It's been a while.
What happened?
You killed
all those bandanas.
But...
They got you with that
dirty chemistry, Kolokol-1.
People say their poison
makes you see ghosts.
What'd you dream about?
The First Hundred.
Cody died.
I saw.
I'm sorry.
You guys were together
a long time.
There's no before.
Where are the rest
of the Undersea?
Close. They'll come
if I light the torch.
Why are you helping me?
"You're going to die,
and I can't stop it."
"Isn't it that everyone?"
I burned my copy
when I left here.
I remember the words
pretty good.
Not everything, but most of it.
Forgot some parts.
Why are you so sure
the people who live here
aren't gonna recognize you?
They don't wanna remember me.
They think I'm dead.
Is someone coming up
behind me right now?
Yep.
- Do we let him?
- You tell me.
Hands up.
Who are you?
We're from
the Traveling Symphony.
We're just actors.
I don't think I've ever
said this out loud...
But I have always felt
like a failure.
Every room I've walked into,
I felt hated.
And I know it's wrong
and I know it's not true,
but... I feel it.
I feel it,
and I accept it.
Hello all.
Clark again.
Hm?
- Hi.
- Say hi, kids.
Hi, Mr. Thompson.
The object from the museum
this week is a karaoke machine.
Now, kids just like yourselves
would get bored
looking for fun
on Friday night.
Eh?
And, um...
You can pick any song you want
and perform it
for your friends.
The Traveling Symphony
can do that.
No, well, not like this.
- Yes.
- Ms. Colton, is it true
you used to be an actor?
Uh, yes, I was.
And guess who else was?
- Mr. Thompson.
- Mm-hmm.
And a very good actor
and also a violinist.
When is the play?
Premiere is midsummer's eve,
and the workshop with the
actors will be the next day.
As long as they clear
quarantine protocol.
We can't let the sick
enter our community.
Huh?
We can't risk infection!
If anybody is interested
in the karaoke machine...
It'll be in the museum.
- Okay, kids.
- Miles is on his way
for electrical engineering
class.
- Clark.
- Midsummer's eve.
Why can't you just
say June the 21st?
Fuck's sake, Clark.
Nobody's sick
out there anymore.
Why do you have
to scare children?
It actually keeps them calm.
It doesn't keep them calm.
Walking them in now.
- What's that?
- Nothing.
Miles found a couple of people
in the woods past the fence.
- What?
- They're just more actors,
and we're bringing them
to quarantine right now.
- No, you're not.
- That sounds like a con.
It's also not how we do things.
Clark,
it is a different time.
- You heard those kids...
- This is not what we agreed.
I let you get what you want
with this theater troupe,
but I will not allow it
to become a distraction
that puts our people in danger.
Our people
want to open the doors.
Give me!
Miles?
- Miles!
- Clark?
Bring them straight
to the tower.
I'll interrogate them myself.
- You're a crazy old man.
- Uh-huh.
Alex, I'm coming down.
I have something
I think you might like.
- Okay.
- We're still rehearsing.
We have questions
about The Mousetrap.
Severn City Airport
is honored to welcome
the Traveling Symphony for
a summer solstice performance
of "Hamlet"
by William Shakespeare.
- Hello.
- Come.
Um...
I'm Clark Thompson.
Welcome
to the Museum of Civilization.
I'm Kirsten
from the Traveling Symphony.
- Ah.
- Kirsten.
- Mm-hmm.
- Welcome.
Welcome, welcome.
And now,
let me look at you, my God.
Real, professional actors.
Kirsten.
Now yes,
now I know your story.
Scary stuff.
Got separated
at the golf course.
Pingtree, is it?
We don't get out much.
And then the bombing.
It was really,
really scary, yeah.
- Thank God you found us.
- Yeah.
We're just so glad you're okay.
Your, um...
your troupe is doing well.
- Mm.
- A few days into quarantine.
We quarantine here.
It's part of our success,
along with the isolated woods,
the, um,
electric fences...
Ah.
And the cameras.
I told her
these woods were dangerous.
And who are you?
Lonagan.
"What hath you done
with the body, dear Lord?"
"Compounded it with dust,
whereto 'tis kin."
Yeah, everybody knows
"Hamlet" though.
Yeah, but it's just
so good, you know?
Reading it, it's like being
inside a different world.
I don't know, stupid probably.
I don't think it's stupid.
These identity verifications
are usually so tedious,
but this one is a delight.
Real actors, Miles, huh?
I think they could
just do a scene.
Sometimes we have visitors.
They lie to try to get in,
so we, uh,
check them out.
- Smart.
- So, one scene.
Whatever you like.
Then we'll know you are
who you say you are.
The old one
with the spaceship.
What happened?
We made it to orbit.
You were in regenerostasis
for 12 1/2 days.
You never sleep that long.
I'm still woozy.
Is that Earth?
Not anymore.
It was.
Did you watch
my helmet's video feed?
- Yes.
- From your accident?
I didn't realize
the gyroscope is fucked.
Ah!
Ah!
I stood looking over
the damage,
trying to remember the
sweetness of life on Earth...
But I couldn't remember.
Do you know what I remember?
You...
As a child.
From before.
We don't even know
if it's like it was before.
There is no before.
No after.
Only now.
I don't buy it.
The past is safe.
Everything else... changes.
Wow!
Wow.
Wow, bravo, bravo.
Bravo!
Clark!
My friend.
Ah, it's so good to see you!
Hello.
Ahh.
Wh...
What?
I mean,
you saw the rehearsal, right?
- Yeah.
- How brutal was it?
- No, it's fine.
- It's fine.
- Fine.
- Yeah.
No, I mean, it's...
It's a solid production.
- Ah.
- It's shaping up
to be something incredible.
How...
How far out are you again?
Three weeks.
Well,
you're in the shit then.
Yeah.
It means a lot to me
for you to come.
You know
Tyler is arriving tomorrow?
Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- Come in.
Come in.
Kiki.
Come.
Come, come, come.
Say hi to my friend, Clark.
Hello.
- I'm Kirsten.
- Young Goneril.
- Ah, yes.
- Kiki's my understudy.
- Ah.
- Yeah.
She knows the whole play.
Really?
- Good night.
- Good night.
"My eldest born,
speak first."
"Sir, I do love you more
than words can
wield the matter."
- Wow.
- , eh?
Till tomorrow, okay?
- Make magic...
- Every time. - Every time.
Tanya, the kid wrangler,
says that her life is sad.
But you can't tell, right?
No.
Do you remember that bar
out by the Pancake House?
From the night
we met Miranda?
Yeah, of course...
My birthday.
- I gave you a banana.
- You have it?
- I do.
- Yeah.
Come on, let's go there.
I... I've been sober
nine years.
You know that.
Yeah.
- You fucker.
- F...
I called you
when I did the 12 steps.
- Of course.
- No, of course, of course.
You forget everything, mate.
♪ You say ♪
♪ I only hear
what I want to ♪
♪ You say ♪
♪ I talk so all the time ♪
♪ So ♪
♪ And I thought
what I felt was simple ♪
♪ And I thought
that I don't belong ♪
♪ And now that I am leaving ♪
♪ Now I know
that I did something wrong ♪
♪ 'Cause I miss you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, I miss you ♪
S!
Hi!
- Kirsten!
- Oh, my God, no way!
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, she came back!
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Hey, Vlad!
- I'm good, I'm safe.
- She's back!
- I knew it.
- I knew it.
I knew it.
Where's Sarah?
- Uh...
- What?
Sarah had a heart attack.
But, uh, you know,
they say she's gonna recover.
They...
They have a facility here.
- She's fine.
- Okay,
has anybody seen her?
- No.
- No?
- No.
- They won't let us.
You guys.
Look around.
That's...
That's barbed wire, okay?
We're locked up.
It's kind of nice though,
you know?
- We're safe.
- Less travel.
- Okay.
- Just someone...
Someone just say the plan.
To get Sarah.
We can't stay.
We... we...
You guys, it's not safe.
- Yes, it is.
- No, Alex, it's not.
They're excited for us.
They've never seen a play.
Oh,
they've never seen a play?
- Never.
- We have to do the play.
- What did you say?
- I said that we...
Well, you know,
we made a commitment and...
Elizabeth's been directing us.
We direct ourselves.
Why would we leave the
nicest place we've ever been?
Because they're holding
Sarah hostage.
- No, they saved her.
- She would've died.
And quarantine it's... it's...
It's just what they do here.
- Okay!
- Elizabeth said
that if we stay here,
then she'll give us houses.
And...
And look, we've got bathrooms.
What they said was we could
stay for the winter
until Sarah recovers.
And is that what you want?
I haven't had
a sewing machine, ever.
- Elizabeth got me one.
- Right, yeah.
Sorry,
who the fuck is Elizabeth?
Elizabeth Colton.
She was a movie star
from before?
Yes, I know who she was.
Hey, wasn't she married
to Arthur Leander?
Oh.
Holy fucking shit.
Cut down those reeds
and the trees
and, uh, open the doors.
Bring in the light.
I just watched them
do a scene.
- And?
- How were they?
Well, they're real.
- How was the man?
- Uh...
he was more summer stock.
Kirsten, she's the star.
Yes,
that's what Alexandra said.
Yes. It's been so long
I forgot how powerful
it can be.
- Mm.
- Stage doesn't matter.
Costumes. Ha.
It's a problem.
- What is?
- I listened to you.
And I agreed.
I wanted the Traveling Symphony
to come to try something new,
and I'm admitting the museum
isn't doing the job anymore.
But I assumed they'd be
terrible or just lighter.
- It's fucking "Hamlet," Clark.
- Yes.
And I've been reading it again
for the read-a-long at school.
I never noticed
how insolent Hamlet is
to the power structures.
The man insults the king.
Claudius kills his father.
Yes, but he had his reasons.
Nobody ever tells the story
from that point of view.
- Oh!
- But Hamlet,
imagine if our teenagers felt
that anger that clearly?
- Mm.
- And it's...
It's... it's like heroin.
- Hm.
- What are you saying, Clark?
- I'm withdrawing my vote.
- They can't perform.
- You can't do that.
- Not now.
Obviously, they can't be
allowed to leave.
We'll have to keep them
in custody.
They know how to get here.
They could bring back others.
- Sweep better.
- Ignore him.
Be honest about your anger.
We have work to do.
No, it's simple.
Hello, Sam, you fuck,
did you slip Bill information
which you fucking overheard
at the July session
regarding a crisis at
the meeting without telling me?
Well, is the assistant on?
Good!
Yeah. Go fuck yourself!
Uh-huh.
All right, now you try it.
I... it's... sorry,
it's confrontation therapy.
I'm a CEO whisperer.
Uh, Mr. Leander told me
you two used to party.
- I got eight balls.
- Eh,
oh no, we're good, thanks.
Um...
eh, thank you for the food.
No, no... ex... excellent,
Jack, excellent.
Nobody believes this,
but it's true.
Chicago... best food.
Come on, Arthur.
Rome?
Mexico City?
It's Tim.
Jeez.
He's almost as optimistic
as you are.
- Tim?
- Who's Tim?
Tim, he's, uh...
I met him years ago.
We dated on and off,
and then we moved in this year.
He's been good for me.
I'm happy for you.
You should have
brought him over then.
Been so long I thought
maybe just us this time.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
I heard you shouting before.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, no, it's just work.
I'm a CEO whisperer.
Really a lot of CEOs these days
are kind of the sensitive types
so they have
to learn the alpha moves.
You were a violin player
in a punk band when we met.
Yeah, your point?
Who cares about alpha moves?
The only thing you could do was
to show people how you felt.
- I'm aware I've changed...
- And I respect that
so much more, Clark.
More than this whole
chest-bumping macho attitude,
you know, like, why...
What about nice people?
Or quiet people?
Or even better,
people who don't even think
like that at all?
People who only make things
for their own private reasons.
Arthur, you like those people
because you dominate them
from the start.
What does that mean?
They don't push back
against you
because you're a movie star.
Oh, come on,
you're aware of that, yeah?
What, you think
it's because they love you or...
Or they're scared of you,
but it's actually
because they don't care
about you.
- Man!
- Yeah.
You're sounding
like the paranoid old members
of the party that my father
used to hang out with.
- What, fucking communists?
- Yeah!
No, I'm just saying people
in the business world
are more honest.
- Oh, Clark, no!
- Yes!
- No.
- And I prefer it,
because nobody's pretending
why they're there.
- Aye, no, come on, no.
- What?
What?
I'm not saying I respect
or like these
Ruling Elite motherfuckers.
And I'm not saying I...
I don't love
what we used to do.
Dressing up, telling stories,
making magic.
'Cause that's what matters.
Making things.
Miranda knew that.
Always.
Yeah.
And I don't mean
making things
as in an art piece
or music for the elites.
No, I mean, making things.
And in order for that
something to be transcendent,
to hold up, it has to be great.
Hm.
So that's what you think
you're doing with "Lear," huh?
Yeah?
Making something great?
- No, I just think...
- Miranda didn't care
if what she was doing
was great.
She didn't care
if anyone ever even read it.
She had to do
what she was doing.
- You didn't even know Miranda.
- Miranda was my friend too!
And I lost her because
you needed more attention.
Fucking Chicago.
- Clark?
- Sorry.
I liked her.
"I'm at my best
when I'm escaping."
She said those exact words
to me by the pool that night
after she realized
you were fucking your costar.
But I wasn't.
Everyone said.
They all assumed.
But in the end?
I didn't.
Miranda left me.
And she burned down
my pool house.
She was tied to a boulder...
and getting pulled
to the bottom of the sea.
And you?
You were sad she didn't
like your heist movie.
Do you know
what I really thought
watching you today on stage?
You're great.
You don't deserve to be,
because you haven't earned it,
and you shouldn't be
that great but...
you are.
And I'm not jealous.
I don't want to be you.
I don't wanna be great.
I just miss...
friendships.
Yeah, me too.
Elizabeth.
There's something about him.
I... I felt it
when I caught them out there.
I... I...
I can't shake it.
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
But Elizabeth,
I got to tell you something.
Clark doesn't know, but
I had him locked up, Lonagan.
- Where is he?
- Mountebanc has him locked up.
- You should go see him.
- Why?
- Just go see him.
- Miles, what?
You don't actually
think it's Tyler?
Elizabeth, please.
My son is dead.
I...
I'll... I'll deal with it
after the play.
We have a lot going on.
Probably time
to let her people visit.
After the play.
That scene today was good.
I'm changing my mind
on the theater.
Elizabeth said.
- I ran into her.
- Oh.
Do people like me anymore?
People love you.
People know you saved them.
On with it.
You built something great
here.
You guided us
through an impossible time.
Then why do I feel
so terrible?
Morning.
Morning.
It's afternoon.
- Yeah?
- Is there coffee?
- I think you should go, man.
- Now.
- Oh.
- You're trying to get rid of me
before Tyler gets here.
You know,
I thought it would've been nice
to get to know the boy finally.
But you abandoned me.
I feel fucking sorry for Tyler
having you as a father.
Eh,
sorry.
- It's fine.
- Come in, Clark.
Come say hi.
I... I didn't realize
you were already here.
We landed at noon.
Tyler,
say hi to your Uncle Clark.
He had what's called
a "bender" last night.
Nice to meet you, Tyler.
He's my uncle?
Well, he and your dad
used to be friends.
No, we're friends.
We still are.
And now
it's a different time.
What's different?
We're old as shit.
Ah!
Oh.
I found your friend.
I used to use the jetways
to get around.
You can get anywhere
in the airport.
I guess there is a Before.
- Come on.
- Your friend's back here.
You're almost there.
Just go that way.
You'll see a light.
- What are you doing?
- Something else.
I'll meet you back
at the jetway.
I'll wait.
Go.
- Sarah!
- Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah, hi.
I'm gonna get you
out of here, okay?
I just have to...
To find a way around.
Why are you in the ceiling?
- Huh?
- Why...
Why are you in the ceiling?
They're holding you
to get the troupe to perform.
This place, it's not safe.
We have to go.
So where would I go?
With us.
19 times around the lake,
and I thought I was gonna
make it 20 but...
my bones is cold.
But... I mean,
you'll heal.
My heart's broken.
Go.
Say goodbye.
You got to get better at that.
And don't... don't...
tell them that I'm dead
until after.
After what?
The play.
The play's the thing.
Okay.
Nothing's gone.
Nothing's ever gone.
I saw her.
Thank you.
Okay.
The jetway that takes you back
to the quarantine is that way.
This one leads outside.
Look, I told you,
no one leaves this place alive.
The Before...
It's coming back.
I won't let it.
Goodbye.
Outside of the fence.
Elizabeth...
are you still awake?
Of course he took credit.
Clark used to take over
with his lies.
Who are they?
All the people
who died out there.
Gitchegumee Air, Flight 452.
They landed the same day as us.
A few hours later.
They didn't let them off
though.
They were sick.
We were inside.
Nice and safe.
But it's time
for Tyler and Elizabeth to go.
So you ran away.
And you let everyone believe
that you died.
And when you were alone...
You thought
about "Station Eleven."
What happened to you
in the First Hundred?
I was in Chicago.
I was lucky for a kid.
I had a grownup
who cared about me.
Right before the Flu,
I was in a play...
With Arthur Leander.
I knew him.
I loved him, actually.
He was kind to me.
He talked about his son a lot.
We were supposed to meet
at the premiere.
But then, uh,
they were late.
Arthur gave me
"Station Eleven."
And when I read it,
it didn't matter
that the world was ending.
Because it was the world.
Tyler...
You didn't come back here
for that.
Then why did I come back?
Because they didn't die.
They're all still alive.
You left.
I remember being locked up
for trying to help someone.
I remember that they failed.
I remember damage...
Then escape...
Then adrift...
in a stranger's galaxy
for a long, long time.
But I'm safe now.
I found it again.
There is a Before.
It was just awful.
I release you
from the Undersea.
♪ One fine morning ♪
♪ I'm gonna ride out ♪
♪ Yeah, one fine morning ♪
♪ I'm gonna ride out ♪
♪ Just me and the skeleton... ♪
"So I stood looking
over the damage."
"I was late.
You were early."
♪ In a country kind of ♪
♪ Silence ♪
♪ We're gonna ride out ♪
♪ In a country ♪
♪ Silence ♪
- Fuck.
- Ah, fuck.
Fuck.
♪ Yeah, one fine morning ♪
Yeah, it's all
coming back to me now.
My apocalypse.
My apocalypse.
♪ The curtain rose ♪
♪ And burned ♪
♪ In the morning sun ♪
♪ Yeah, the curtain rose ♪
♪ And burned ♪
♪ In the morning sun ♪
- Tyler?
- ♪ And the mountain ♪
♪ And the mountain ♪
♪ Bowed down ♪
♪ In the morning sun ♪
My apocalypse.
Say something.
- What's happening?
- Fuck you!
Clark.
- This is all your fault!
- You brought it back!
You brought everything back!
Tyler?
Tyler.
Thank God you're alive.
I don't know you or you.
Fuck you.
You could have spared
your mother 20 years of pain!
- Clark, stop talking.
- No.
Why have you come back?
Why do this to her?
I'm not doing this to her.
No!
No!
No!
No!
The museum!
The museum!
No!
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria... ♪
I'll take care of him.
- He came back.
- He came back.
♪ Maria gratia plena... ♪
Okay, so what does happen?
The story ends
before you find out.
- Hold on.
- What's your argument?
Not what they think.
Not what the author thought.
- What do you think?
- Are you mad at me?
- No.
- You're just not done.
♪ Ave dominus ♪
♪ Dominus tecum ♪
♪ Benedicta tu ♪
♪ In mulieribus ♪
♪ Et bene ♪
♪ Dictus ♪
♪ Et benedictus ♪
♪ Fructus ventris ♪
♪ Ventris tui ♪
♪ Jesus ♪
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Maria ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do
do do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do
do do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do do do do
do ♪
♪ Do do do do do ♪
♪ Do ♪