[soft orchestral music]
♪ ♪
Alex!
♪ ♪
Alex!
♪ ♪
Alex.
♪ ♪
Alex!
Alex.
♪ ♪
[panting]
Alex.
♪ ♪
Kirsten!
♪ ♪
Alex.
♪ ♪
Alex.
Alex!
Come on.
Hi.
Hi, I still don't know what your name is.
- Do you know-- - This book--
this book
was started by a Red Bandana.
Are you familiar with the Red Bandanas?
A little.
- Do you know how they recruited members?
They only ever chased me.
Or I killed them.
- I--I-- - The red bandana
wasn't a red bandana.
It was a bloody rag,
the kind you used to see strewn about,
the kind that people would cough themselves to death into.
Which brings us to the point of the story.
- Look up-- - I lost the baby.
Oh.
I was reading my book.
I can't find her anywhere.
Huh.
You lost the baby.
[sucks teeth]
Oh, boy. Hmm.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
Hello, Alex.
[baby coos] Mm-hmm. Hi.
[groans]
[baby cries]
She likes to run away.
[baby crying]
Maybe change her diaper?
[crying continues]
♪ ♪
Hi.
♪ ♪
[baby whimpering]
Shh.
Anyway,
the Red Bandanas are all dead,
and tonight we're performing "The Tempest"
for the Pingtree English Department.
Weird world, huh?
[baby whimpering]
You know, the last time I came to this place,
it was golf and weapons.
You know what I said when I came into this room?
I said, "This should be a theater.
"We could settle here, make art,
"be safe,
stop running."
♪ ♪
Hi.
Hi, Alex.
How are you?
[baby whimpers] So sorry.
I was distracted.
I won't ever let it happen again.
I'll get rid of the book.
So sorry.
[baby whimpering]
My name is Kirsten.
Finally, we get her name!
[dark music]
♪ ♪
Alex!
♪ ♪
Kirsten!
♪ ♪
What happened?
They're stealing the mines.
- Back there. Kirs, what happened?
[no audible dialogue]
The Prophet killed Gil.
Why? Why would he kill Gil?
- He sent the kids back. They put mines on their chests.
♪ ♪
I tried to stop it.
Kirs, your arm.
Oh.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
He might have Alex.
- Hey, hey. I think you're in shock, okay?
We need to go back right now.
We are out here by ourselves.
There's a fire.
- Hey. - There's a fire.
♪ ♪
Here's Dieter.
Here's S.
♪ ♪
- He's--
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
He's going to kill the Traveling Symphony.
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪
You okay?
If that's the gas station,
it's the rally point for the musicians.
I'm worried about Kirsten.
Sarah too.
Go help her.
- Sarah? They're coming.
Hey.
- There's a body? - No.
I don't think there's any body left.
Here.
Try these.
Can you see?
- Does it matter? - Sarah.
Don't be ridiculous. Stay for a few more days.
It's too dangerous.
This monster's obviously nearby.
- We're gonna reconnect with our people,
find our wagons,
and move on.
- We're still missing Kirsten, Sayid, and Alex.
No, Alex isn't missing.
She's been crying all night with me.
Here she is.
She said she went for a ride, got thrown by her horse.
Kirsten's horse.
[grunting]
[clears throat]
Kirsten and Sayid will
rally with us at the fork.
Like the others.
We lost someone last night.
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
There's no bodies, at least.
There.
They're coming here.
- Yeah, and two missing. That's us.
That means Alex is with them.
You see, everything's good, Kirs.
- Do you not see what's right behind us?
- How many Jesus dudes have we met along the way, Kirs?
- No. He's different. He-- This is my fault.
None of it is your fault.
Those kids were brainwashed. They were terrorists.
- That's not what I mean. - So what do you mean?
I did this, okay?
I stabbed him in St. Deb's.
He just didn't die.
He was in Alex's head.
Alex is not a child.
She doesn't fall in love with cult leaders.
Just don't spin out.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Well, I'll feel better when he's dead.
Also, I don't spin out.
[thunder rumbling]
- You know we should wait here, right?
- Then stay here. I'll be back before nightfall.
They'll be here soon.
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
[rain pattering]
♪ ♪
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
[no audible dialogue]
♪ ♪
- Hey! Hey, guys!
Come on over! It's dry under here!
Come on!
Hey!
Come!
Come on!
Yeah!
Hey, Alex!
I knew you'd be okay!
Kirsten thought you joined a cult!
- I'm already in a cult. - Where is she?
- What happened, man? - What the fuck, Sayid?
- She went to kill that dude the Prophet, man.
Why did you let her go?
- She was just being fucking Kirsten.
God damn it, Sayid!
- Musicians will be on their way soon.
- Kirsten said she'd be back by nightfall.
You need help?
- You okay? You okay?
- Kirsten said that you had plans
to meet with the Prophet.
Yeah, I did.
But no worries, she stabbed him.
Back in St. Deborah's.
Well, did you thank her?
Because that dude uses child soldiers.
- Hello there! Hello!
Yeah, I'll be okay.
Hello there!
Hello. I'm sorry. Sorry to interrupt.
- No! - Sorry to interrupt.
But we managed to catch a performance of your orchestra
last night down the hill in Nuevo Santiago.
Who's we?
My partner and I.
Your friends are on their way
to the Museum of Civilization.
They took us up on our offer.
- Oh, fuck. - Yeah.
- We'd like, very, very, very, very, very, very,
very, very much for you to perform Shakespeare for us.
At the museum, it's comfortable.
It's warm. A place to rest.
I mean, there's silly danger.
There's so much can go wrong out here.
How's the symphony?
- Vlad--Vlad complains a lot.
[chuckles]
Yes?
- I think this is a grand idea.
- Wonderful! - Go! Go!
- Come, come, come. Follow me. Follow me.
You're kidnapping us, right?
No.
[light orchestral music]
I've had enough silly danger.
This is not good.
- Kirsten'll find us. She always does.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[horse whinnies]
Luli!
Hey, Luli!
[whistles]
♪ ♪
We pushed him.
Hi.
What's your name?
Dr. Eleven.
Do you know where David is?
Is he your dad?
He said you'd come.
- He invited you to join the Undersea.
They won't use chloroform if you know it.
The Prophecy.
You should say it.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
We're all going to the same place.
Say it. Say the Prophecy.
He said you know it too.
- I--
[sniffing]
- My memories are the same as yours.
♪ ♪
They mean nothing.
♪ ♪
I feel this again for the first time.
I have a job to do.
[tense music]
I've found you nine times before.
Maybe ten.
And I'll find you again...
♪ ♪
Until the end.
I always do.
I find you...
because I know you.
And I know you...
because we are the same.
♪ ♪
[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
He won't let us up.
He says he'll only talk to you.
He didn't know I was coming.
That wound was deep.
He's probably gonna die from complications.
[grunts]
- Will you take him this? Speaking of his wound.
Medical supplies. Antibiotics.
They came down in a low-orbit drop.
- A low-orbit drop?
Acremonium.
It's a kind of fungus.
There's an old lady who lives down by Pingtree
who knows how to make it.
They like it when things sound like they're from the Prophecy.
[dramatic music]
Hey.
Try to get him to eat.
♪ ♪
If I die,
I'll lose control of the story.
It happened already.
When I was hurt,
Haley told the kids a different story,
that the mines erased the past.
That was Pingtree.
♪ ♪
Your friends are in trouble.
Half of them are prisoners already.
The other half are on their way.
What are you talking about?
The Museum of Civilization.
♪ ♪
What about it?
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
There's real evil in that place.
It's been rotting for two decades.
They collect things.
They have your friends.
They also have something of mine locked in their tower.
♪ ♪
You're the key.
Get me in, I'll take you to the Symphony.
♪ ♪
[grunts] Fuck.
♪ ♪
Pass me the antibiotics.
♪ ♪
Hi.
♪ ♪
- The troupe will be inside by the time we catch up.
They have snipers. Electrified fences.
Surveillance.
Who knows what else by now?
But if we're together,
you could tell them I'm an actor too.
It's up to you.
We don't force things.
- I missed your kidney by an inch.
Must've been the play.
You seemed upset onstage.
[tense music]
How come?
♪ ♪
- [scoffs] - You remembered something.
♪ ♪
Who?
♪ ♪
If I get you in,
how do I know you'll leave us alone?
You can't.
[groans]
♪ ♪
They're my family.
I don't care about anyone but them.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Road's End by nightfall.
all: Yeah!
♪ ♪
She's in the Undersea.
She's one of us.
Come on.
♪ ♪
You're in the Undersea now.
- If at any time, there's anything I can do
to make your stay more comfortable,
please let me know.
How far is it?
- You know what I miss? Hot tubs.
Do you guys--do you guys have hot tubs?
- Dan. - Yes?
How far is it?
[retching]
I'm okay. Go ahead, go.
- Go. - How far is it?
- I mean, this looks like all hot tub stuff.
You're sure there's not one on the facility or...
- I'm sure. - How do you know?
How long have you been there?
- Wagons--where are wagons?
- Everything's been taken care of,
like your Conductor's glasses, yes?
I told you, we have everything you need right here.
Your friends-- your friends are safe.
- They're safe. - The glasses don't work.
She had a special prescription.
- It's okay. Let's just get to 'em.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
- You might want to cover your eyes.
I already can't see, though.
- [grunts] - That's why. Okay.
The...
quarantine won't last long.
Welcome, welcome to the Museum of Civilization.
- Is it them? - Yeah.
- Did we make it? - Yes, yes.
There's running water.
But the pressure's not always consistent.
- You guys made it! - This is amazing.
You guys are here!
You fucking made it!
I can't--
[excited chatter]
Look at us!
Fucking Vlad.
You good?
Fucking Vlad.
- Go, go, go, go, go. Go, go, go.
No fucking way.
[excited chatter continues]
It's really a nice place.
I left for a while.
That's what they tell me. But I came back.
And I have no memory from before, but...
I've been happy here.
[elevator bell dings, doors whir]
- How the fuck does that elevator work?
Everything works.
We'll have food sent down for supper.
[excited chatter continues]
What?
[dramatic music]
So what do you want? We got showers and we got...
[breathing heavily]
[clears throat]
[exhales heavily]
[whimpers]
We got some food...
♪ ♪
Open the fucking door!
[buzzer blares]
Hey. Hey.
- Hey. Hey.
I should have been watching.
I was distracted.
- Yeah, then you would have caught me, right?
- [chuckles weakly] - Yeah.
Yeah?
♪ ♪
- Somebody help! Somebody!
Help! Help!
Your soul is so sweet.
I'm just happy you fell in love.
It made you stop going to work all the time.
We work too fucking much.
♪ ♪
I need help!
Somebody! Help!
Dr. Eleven has reappeared.
♪ ♪
The transmission was, "We made it."
We're on the edge.
The timelines, they finally match.
They've asked me to light the torch.
There.
Look!
That's them.
You see them?
[soft music]
♪ ♪
Eleven is working with Lonagan.
This cycle, it's different.
Kirsten, she's with us now.
She's one of us.
♪ ♪
They're asleep.
Took a few extra stories.
[grunts]
They're nervous.
[exhales heavily]
We should be making up time, not babysitting.
I can't leave them.
Those woods...
are really scary at night.
[owl hoots]
They love that story.
Where did you first hear it?
- When I was a kid, someone gave me a comic book.
I read it and...lost it.
Tried to forget it.
It all came to me when I needed it the most.
That blue spaceman
really calmed me down.
- That's because Dr. Eleven is a kid.
It's K inside the suit,
the Rebel Undersea Leader.
She's in a time loop.
- Never thought about it like that.
I do relate, though.
I'm a Post-Pan.
Just born before.
[chuckles]
Most Pre-Pans lost their minds.
- Yeah. That's the whole problem.
My father's first wife was an artist.
Not my mother.
They both died before.
But when he was alive, he spoke Spanish,
and he thought she didn't, so...
he would have all these conversations in front of her
with his dad about how selfish she was,
how crazy,
how he loved her but she didn't love him,
how he didn't understand her art.
After she left him, she called to say that she loved him.
And they had that whole conversation in Spanish.
She told him he had never asked her anything about herself.
That doesn't seem fair.
[speaking Spanish]
I don't speak Spanish.
Neither do I.
Sleep. We walk with the light.
- Wait. What's that game they play?
The one like tag?
Infection.
The only way everybody wins is, everybody gets sick.
Oh. Fun.
Sometimes no one wins.
Kids just keep on running.
They find some town.
They tell people their name's the Prophet.
[dramatic music]
They ask kids if they want to join the Undersea.
♪ ♪
Is that how you know it?
You met one of them along the way?
♪ ♪
No.
♪ ♪
- So the internet was real, then?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, the internet was real.
What was it like?
- It was, like, a whole bunch of computers
could talk to each other from anywhere in the world.
And you could send messages or pictures.
And you could read any book, watch any movie.
You could find anyone.
- Sounds beautiful. - Yeah.
Why do you ask?
- That's what's in the museum.
On a little black thing this big.
Oh.
He says old data's like a weed.
I don't know.
I liked Instagram.
What about you?
What do you want?
I want him to survive
so the Traveling Symphony survives.
- You don't--
you don't think that we'll live if the Prophet doesn't?
- No way. They'll find you.
He's been building up the Undersea for ten years.
They're coming when he lights the torch.
[crossbow clicks, arrow whooshes]
Bandanas! Bandanas!
[children screaming]
[grunts]
[kazoo wheezes]
[grunts]
- Go. Go!
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
[no audible dialogue]
♪ ♪
[light acoustic guitar music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ What happened to you is what happened to me ♪
♪ I just don't think you can remember ♪
♪ I can't tell you now 'cause you won't believe me ♪
♪ Remember this when you remember ♪
♪ You can't be alone, it's too hard alone ♪
♪ Go find a stranger to love ♪
♪ No matter how strong you think you may be ♪
♪ You still need a stranger to love ♪
♪ And who loves you ♪
♪ ♪
children: ♪ I can't tell you now ♪
♪ 'Cause you won't believe me ♪
♪ ♪