01x02 - A Hawk from a Handsaw

[bunniefuu]

[playing "La Campanella" off-key]

[listless music]

♪ ♪

[playing continues]

Just because I can't see you
doesn't mean I can't k*ll you.

What's your...

What's your name?

♪ ♪

My name's Sarah.

I'm safe.

I played music before.

What about you?

I was a Shakespearean actor.

Well, who'd you train under?

Arthur Leander.

We can overcome that. [chuckles]

When we fix the ship,

I'm gonna say goodbye to Arthur.

And Jeevan.

And my little brother.

His name was Frank.

You've been out here a long time

by yourself, haven't you?

Dr. Eleven can't feel time.

[horse whinnies in distance]

[chuckles]

Okay, don't mind the
Director. He hates children.

Even though they're the only ones

who can act worth a damn.

Everyone else is too traumatized.

We're The Traveling Symphony.
We travel for a reason.

We burn the house down, then go!

Just try to make the world
make sense for a minute.

And, you know, they blame you

if you stay, but...

they love you like you saved 'em

when you come back.

[overlapping chatter]

- How's Charlie?
- Fine. At the back.

- _
- Okay.

Yeah.

[humming]

You good?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. Thank you, babe.

How's your process going, Hamlet? Hmm?

It's good. I'm okay.

Who wants to go on a prop run?

[all speaking at once]

Your leave and favor
to return to France,

from whence, though
willingly, I came to Denmark.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- How long?
- Uh, minutes.

- Be ready for Ophelia too.
- Okay, yeah.

Larded all with sweet flowers,

which bewept...

Hey, you want some water?

No, I got my camel.

Okay.

Everything good?

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

- Hey.
- What's up?

- Look who's coming.
- Hey, Traveling Symphony!

What's up?

Oh, God. This guy.

Hey.

Hey, horsey.

Dan! Remember?

From before.

- You found us.
- Yes, I did.

I'm gonna audition again.

- Whoa! Super preggers.
- Whoa.

- Yeah.
- Awesome. Congrats.

- Can I? No.
- No.

- That's not cool, is it?
- It's okay. Thank you.

Come on, please.

Just...

Just no Shakespeare.

We only perform Shakespeare.

Let him.

Sarah's still composing.
She's not paying attention.

Come on, Dieter.

Break a rule.

- Fine.
- Yes!

- [laughter]
- [cheers]

Opening up auditions for one time only

to any content whatsoever,
not necessarily Shakespeare.

Do we even need a new player?

You never know.

Come on, Dan. Fifth time's a charm.

You got this.

[exhales slowly]

[feedback screeches]

[amplified] Good morning.

All: Good morning!

In less than an hour,

an aircraft from here will join
others from around the world.

Perhaps it's fate

that today is the Fourth of July

and you will once again be
fighting for our freedom.

[sweeping music]

Not from tyranny,
oppression, or persecution,

but from annihilation.

We're fighting for our right to live,

to exist.

And should we win the day,

the Fourth of July
will no longer be known,

as an American holiday,

but as the day when the
world declared in one voice,

we will not go quietly into the night!

- No.
- Right.

We will not vanish without a fight!

- Yeah!
- We're going to live on!

- Yes!
- We're going to survive!

Yeah!

Today, we celebrate

our Independence Day!

[cheers and applause]

[triumphant music]

♪ ♪

Come on.

So?

Yeah, man. Let's make magic.

[cheers and applause]

- I got the job?
- Yes!

I'm in the Traveling Symphony?

- Are you serious? I'm in?
- Congratulations!

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Seriously.

Welcome to the family.

Oh! Yes, yes, yes!

♪ You got a real type
of thing going down ♪

♪ Gettin' down ♪

♪ There's a whole lot
of rhythm goin' round ♪

♪ You got a real type
of thing going down ♪

♪ Gettin' down ♪

♪ There's a whole lot
of rhythm goin' round ♪

♪ Ow, we want the funk ♪

♪ Give up the funk ♪

♪ Ow, we need the funk ♪

♪ We gotta have that funk ♪

♪ Ow, we want the funk ♪

♪ Give up the funk ♪

♪ Ow, we need the funk ♪

♪ We gotta have that funk ♪

[tuba playing]

[cheers and applause]

It's my th symphony.

Oh, did you finish?

Ugh, harder every time.

How do you feel?

They should make me a
saint. Like St. Deborah.

Well, you didn't die in a chemical fire.

I die every year composing.

- Hey, Kirsten!
- Kirsten!

- Hey.
- Hi!

[groans] I don't like "Hamlet."

Ha!

That's always been your process.

- Hi.
- [cheering]

Shakespeare people!

Welcome back to St.
Deborah-by-the-Water.

Is Kirsten here?

You all really liked "Romeo and Juliet"

last year, huh?

Kirsten!

Hey.

You wanna go on a little prop run?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Come on.

Are you okay?

I know these woods make
you think of Jeevan.

Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay, go. What's your
question about the phone?

So I press the button.

Then?

Then an entire map of the area

and all the cars comes up.

Okay, so then I press, "I want a ride."

- "I want a ride."
- [laughter]

And something happens in a car nearby?

They can see where we are?

Yeah, and then they
come and pick you up,

and they take you anywhere.

Okay.

So how many plays fit on this one?

Alex, every play.

All of the plays fit on it.

- I wish I coulda had a phone.
- They weren't that great.

Okay, so let me just read everything

and speak to anyone, anywhere.

I asked Sayid to come swimming with us.

We've had no contact with Jeff

or any of our team in Moscow
for over hours now.

We are going to head over to
our office in Los Angeles.

Hi. You have reached Catherine Raymonde.

I'm not available to take your call.

Leave me a message,

or to reach my assistant, press two.

Reports of an excess of , deaths

coming in tonight

from whatever county
officials we can find.

[sighs]

Maybe you should turn it off.

The speed at which this virus kills...

There hasn't been any
news on the Ferris wheel.

Experts believe that it's
got a k*ll rate of over %.

- [line trilling]
- Imagine dying like that.

Well, the way I see it, the power is on.

Things will be back to
normal in a couple of days.

Hey, this is Jim.

I can't get to the phone right now,

but I'll call you back when I can.

Go, Cubs.

[line trilling]

Hi. You have reached Catherine Raymonde.

Yes, that's correct, Tina.

[speaking Hindi]

[both speaking Hindi]

_

_

Kirsten, maybe...

do you wanna get some sleep?

There is a spare bedroom.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

I'll tell you when my parents call.

Good night, Jeevan. Good night, Frank.

[door clicks shut]

♪ ♪

_

Whoo-hoo!

Check inside the cabin?

You see any ghosts this year?

I looked in the window.

It's the same, as always.

There's no sign of him.

[breathing heavily]

Oh, wow.

Look how clear it is.
You can see Chicago.

Every time I think my
first days were bad,

I remember you walked
across Lake Michigan.

Let's get to the lake.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Frank, I'm opening the door.

Frank, is that okay?

Where's Alex?

I don't know.

- Did you see where she went?
- No.

Jeevan!

What?

Strangers.

Kirst!

Hey!

Hey! Step away from him.

- Kirsten, this David and...
- Come here.

- What did they say to you?
- He said hi.

And then I said hi.

We're from Hamilton.

We just passed through St. Deborah's.

Found out that the
Symphony was on the way.

We had to stick around.

[footsteps approaching]

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
They're fine. They're fine.

I met them back with the troupe.

We actually saw you perform
up in Mackinac Island

ten years ago.

We're just... huge fans.

What plays did you see?

♪ ♪

"Coriolanus" and "Taming of the Shrew."

- Okay.
- [chuckles]

Should we have some snacks?

Want some mushrooms?
Picked them along the way.

Whoo-hoo!

Chicken of the Woods.

I used to eat them when I was a kid.

Harder to find back then.

Cody's mom d*ed out there?

In Detroit?

You must have felt so desperate.

She's sick, and you fell and got hurt?

She was gone by the time that
I got back to her and Cody.

I guess I'd had some idea
that we'd find some medicine

for my wife.

I'm not sure I can raise Cody right,

you know, out here without a mom.

[scoffs] Isn't he, like, or ?

He's pretty much raised.

Also, how old are you?

Tell me your wife's name.

I'll sing a dirge for her tonight.

Rose.

She was a good mother.

A part of me thinks we were
better off all getting k*lled.

[flare shrieks]

Uh-oh. Red.

All right, now we really have to go.

Four hours to curtain call.

May I ask you about those tattoos?

What's the symbol?

It's for all the people I've k*lled.

Alex, I'm just gonna do
a quick perimeter sweep.

To the monsters,

we're the monsters.

I guess.

Where did you hear that?

It just came into my head.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

See you at the premiere.

Jeevan! Frank!

Kirsten, run. Right now.

- [door slams]
- Lock the door.

[lock clicks]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

Wanna see your knives for this season?

Yeah.

I'd say... boot, right?

For the switchblade?

Hmm.

This likes me well.

I'll have Chrys sew the rest in.

Are you okay?

I'm good.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

What would you have done

if you knew the flu was coming?

I would have come home earlier from LA.

How about you?

Say goodbye to Arthur.

I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, this one. Thank you.

[laughter]

[distant chatter]

You came to the right town.

Deborah's vernal spirit guides us both.

You build life, we bridge.

Yeah, I'd hoped to get

a last performance from you both,

but it wasn't meant to be.

What wasn't?

- I'm gonna check on the...
- I'm gonna go work on casting.

- Thing.
- Okay.

What?

What?

We're getting off the wheel.

We're gonna stay here for the year.

I didn't wanna say
anything until I knew.

Karen thinks, you know,

the newborn out there
on the road isn't safe.

Who the f*ck is Karen?

The midwife.

What about... wolves here?

What if a wolf ate the baby?

Okay. This is why I didn't tell you.

Why?

Ahh!

Ooh.

- Oh, sh*t.
- Ooh.

- What... um...
- Ooh.

- Karen!
- [groans]

Karen!

Dan, welcome to the Symphony.

- Peter, I'm so...
- We have an emergency.

We're gonna need you to
play Queen Gertrude tonight.

Of the seven possible
Gertrudes skill-wise,

three are critical musicians

for the conductor's brilliant new score,

two refuses to do
"Hamlet" because of Gil...

Who's Gil?

Can't get into it. Is that a yes?

I have to say yes?

Yes.

What's happening with Alex?

I heard she's with Sayid now.

Did Jeremy talk you
into it? Jeremy and Karen?

You know Jeremy is
just in Jeremy's world.

This is why I don't date actors.

You dated me. And Jeremy.

Okay, okay. Hey, hey. Stop.

- What?
- Stop.

I wanna stay.

The Symphony is my family.

You too.

It doesn't end because
I take a season off.

We've never been apart.

Since Year Three.

I know.

It would be better for
the Symphony if you came.

With the baby!

You are an amazing Gertrude.

Being a mother would
only make that more true.

This is a choice.

What?

It's selfish.

I'm starting a family.

You just said the
Symphony was your family.

[sighs]

Look, can she get you
the rest of the way there?

I should go help.

Break a leg.

Deliver... the baby.

Here we go. Okay.

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

- Who's there?
- Nay, answer me.

Stand, and unfold yourself.

Long live the king.

- Bernardo?
- He.

[panting]

'Tis now struck twelve.
Get thee to bed, Francisco.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I can't go on.

How am I supposed to play Gertrude?

I'm not a mom.

- My mom's gone.
- Okay.

Have you ever heard of
Arthur Leander, from before?

- The Orion Soldier?
- Yeah, yes.

Okay.

So he gave me my first acting lesson.

Ready?

It's not about you.

[phone buzzes]

- That's it?
- It works.

[chuckles]

Put all of your attention
on the other person.

So you're Gertrude, and you are,

but your concern is your son, Hamlet.

[phone buzzes]

You put all your focus on
me, and it'll free you up.

I promise.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Okay. Let's make magic.

♪ ♪

Have you your father's
leave? What says Polonius?

He hath, my Lord, wrung
from me my slow leave

by laborsome petition,

and, at last, upon his will,

I sealed my hard consent.

I do beseech you,

give him leave to go.

And now, Laertes,

you told us of some suit.

My dread Lord,

your leave and favor
to return to France,

from whence though
willingly I came to Denmark

to show my duty in your coronation,

yet now, I must confess,
that duty done...

My thoughts and wishes
bend again toward France

and bow them to your
gracious leave and pardon.

Have you your father's
leave? What says Polonius?

He hath, my Lord, wrung
from me my slow leave.

Hmm.

But now, my cousin,
Hamlet, and my son...

A little more than kin,

and less than kind.

How is it the clouds still hang on you?

Not so, my Lord.

I am too much in the sun.

Good Hamlet,

cast thy nighted color off

and let thine eye look
like a friend on Denmark.

Do not forever with thy veiled lids

seek thy noble father in the dust.

Thou know'st 'tis common.

All that lives must die,

passing through nature to eternity.

Ay, Madam.

It is common.

If it be,

why seem it so particular with thee?

[tape tears]

[Lee Hazlewood's "Your Sweet Love"]

[soft ' s ballad]

♪ Strangers' arms reach out ♪

She still hasn't eaten.

Three days.

♪ 'Cause they know ♪

♪ I'm so lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Then my mind goes back to you ♪

- [knocks on door]
- Kirsten.

Come on. You gotta come out and eat.

I know it's scary, but you gotta eat.

If it be, why seem it

so particular for thee?

Kirsten, come on. Open the door.

"Seems," Madam?

- Nay.
- [knocks on door]

- Kirsten.
- It is.

- [knocks on door]
- Hey, Kirsten.

I know not "seems."

- Kirsten, come on.
- [knocks on door]

[screaming]

Kirsten.

- Kirsten, what's going on?
- [screaming continues]

Open the door.

Kirsten.

- 'Tis...
- [knocks on door]

Kirsten.

'Tis not alone my inky cloak,

good mother,

nor customary suits of solemn black.

Nor...

windy suspiration of forced breath,

together with all moods,

forms, shapes of grief
that can denote me truly.

♪ Sees me through ♪

[lock clicks]

♪ Your sweet love ♪

I got weird texts.

♪ ♪

_

[gasps]

These indeed seem,

for they are actions
that a man might play.

Hey, why don't you come
out here with Frank and me?

I don't even know how many days it is

until Christmas.

Well, uh,

we got a calendar, and...

we'll figure it out.

It's... what is it? , days?

Right. .

♪ Strangers take my loneliness ♪

It's okay. It's okay.

[sobbing]

It's all right.

[sobbing]

But I have that within
which passeth show.

These but the trappings
and the suits of woe.

Everyone's dead.

[sobbing]

Hey.

Not everyone.

♪ ♪

[applause]

Bravo!

Bravo.

[laughter]

[excited chatter]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

♪ Can't go driving ♪

No.

♪ In an automobile ♪

♪ ♪

♪ There ain't no motorcycles ♪

♪ Poppin' up on their wheels ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Can't go sailing ♪

♪ To a tropical land ♪

♪ So come on, darling, and grab my hand ♪

Hey.

Hey.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, please.

Excuse me.

You seem... [clears throat]

You seem to be in charge here, correct?

Yes.

[clears throat]

I am an emissary

from a community that has, until now,

never once revealed its existence

to the rest of the world.

And, uh, I...

I come to you with an invitation.

[chuckling]

It's our first invitation.

[clears throat]

[chuckles]

We invite the Traveling Symphony

to visit us at the
Museum of Civilization.

What's the Museum of Civilization?

A place that values human
culture and the past.

f*ck the past.

We never leave the wheel.

♪ ♪

♪ We could go wandering under the moon ♪

I like the name of your town.

♪ ♪

She's got Daddy's nose.

- Hopefully Mommy's brain.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna go drink with the guys.

Mm-hmm.

I was being selfish.

Not selfish.

- Sad.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm sad.

But it's not goodbye.

You'll be back. I'll be here.

You don't know that.

[soft music]

I know that when someone goes or...

Someone dies,

I know how hard that is for you.

Kirsten.

I want it to be different for her.

I understand.

♪ ♪

So did Karen actually
do anything, or no?

Not much.

[laughter]

Everyone. Everyone, everyone.

Thank you to all the midwives and doulas

from the birth center.

[cheers and applause]

This is where the wheel begins.

And every summer, it's the same.

The Traveling Symphony comes back...

[cheers and applause]

And Kirsten Raymonde
brings down the house.

- Yeah!
- [cheers and applause]

I met a new friend today.

And I promised him I'd
sing a dirge for his wife.

But this is for all of
you and all of the lost.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

♪ This ae night ♪

I like ghosts.

You were really good tonight.

[scoffs]

Who's in your tent these days?

♪ Every night and all ♪

No one.

♪ ♪

♪ Fire and fleet ♪

♪ And candlelight ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And Christ receive ♪

♪ Thy soul ♪

[ominous music]

- ♪ If ever thou gave ♪
- [door creaks]

So you've moved?

Into the closet?

I didn't wanna stay in there.

I get it.

What's that?

A book.

Arthur Leander gave it to me.

It's the only copy.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

"I remember damage."

Me too.

"Then escape."

Good story.

[clinking]

Love a good comeback.

[grunting]

[panting]

Frank?

- [clinking]
- [panting]

♪ ♪

It's pronounced "Mack-in-aw,"

not "Mack-in-ack," the island.

Chicken of the Woods
don't grow up north.

And...

you're creepy.

You're charged with that Day Zero pain.

It's like you never left.

You were incredible.

Aww, really?

Well, thank you.

It's important that Cody and I join

the Traveling Symphony.

We won't be with you for long.

No.

Then your friends are
gonna start to disappear.

Alex. The Conductor.

Charlie and Jeremy,

they're staying back
with the baby, but...

- [switchblade clicks]
- [grunts]

No.

[groaning]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

Where did you hear that line?

"To the monsters, we're the monsters."

Where did you hear that?

[panting]

The prophecy.

[panting]

I remember... damage.

♪ ♪

♪ This ae night ♪

♪ This ae night ♪

♪ Every night ♪

♪ And all ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Fire and fleet ♪

♪ And candlelight ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And Christ ♪

♪ Receive thy soul ♪

[distant chatter]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

I remember damage.

Let's get you home.

♪ ♪