01x05 - The Severn City Airport

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Station Eleven". Aired: December 16, 2021 to present.
Mini-series based on the 2014 novel of the same name tells a story a group of survivors 20 years after a flu pandemic resulted in the collapse of civilization.
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01x05 - The Severn City Airport

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[lighter clinking]

Tyler, can you hear me?

Look, I know you're mad.

Come on, Tyler.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

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. [chuckles]


[indistinct chatter]

She's from Alpha/Beta.



[indistinct chatter continues]

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


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.

[quirky music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Sorry. Little help.

I'll get it!

♪ ♪



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... [chuckles]

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 responsible for getting
the body back to Mexico.

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


Was it hard to remember our names?


All the women that Arthur f*cked.

♪ ♪

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



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.

[indistinct chatter continues]

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...


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.


Shay, can you get him? Tyler!


It is your job to get me out of here!


- Jesus.
- I'm sorry.

[scoffs] 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!


I need you to take a breath.

f*ck you.

Down you get. Down you get.


[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪ ♪

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.

[indistinct chatter]

God has a plan.


Let's f*cking 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...

[indistinct chatter continues]


[dark music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter continues]

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...

[indistinct conversation]

I guess it doesn't matter.

This flu kills everyone.

We're all d*ad 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.

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

- Thank you.
- Would you mind?


- Yeah, sure.
- [squeals]

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 f*cking planet dies.

[indistinct chatter]

- _
- Wow.

Serious business. [chuckles]

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...




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.

[chuckles] 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.'"

[woman screams]

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.



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.

[inhales deeply]

We'll get through this.

My optimism's intact.

You sure that's not the liquid courage?

- Probably.
- Probably.

[quirky music]


[indistinct chatter]

Can you put on something else?

♪ ♪

God! Change the f*cking 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.


Stay out of my beach community.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

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.

♪ ♪

[lock clicks, device beeps]

♪ ♪

You're grounded, f*ck.

[cell phone chiming]

No way.

Finally, a f*cking signal.

Hey, where are you?

Call me.

[coughs] 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?

[chuckles, coughs]

I love you.

Why didn't you call?

- [coughs]
- [sobs softly]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Can I talk to you?

Your assistant never got you a jet.

She's probably d*ad.

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.
- [laughs]

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!

[quirky music]

We got to get out of here, T.


[indistinct chatter]

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.

What a wicked web we f*cking weave.

♪ ♪

Agent Roker, you naughty boy.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪


[indistinct chatter grows louder]

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.

[indistinct chatter continues]


uh, could I have your attention, please?

Could you turn around?
This is important.

Sorry, this is important!

Could you turn around?


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?


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!


The drawbridge is closed,

because Jerry Mercer,

the f*cking 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 f*ck'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 k*ll 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 f*ck Jerry Mercer. f*ck him.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

f*ck him.

f*ck him!

f*ck Jerry Mercer!

- f*ck him.
- f*ck that guy.

- f*ck Jerry Mercer.
- f*ck him.

f*ck Jerry Mercer!

[shouting continues]

Well played, Marc Antony.

You're a star.

[soft music]


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.


Your celebrity is a little less relevant

in a post-apocalyptic context.

- [laughs]
- 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?


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

[chuckles] 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,



So what, it'll be a...

a triumvirate?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

But with four.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

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 d*ad 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."


♪ ♪

We play in my head.

Okay, kids, downstairs.

You're not supposed to be up here.

Come on.

[door opens]

How did you get up here?

It was working.

[door closes]

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.


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 sh**t.

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,


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.

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.

[The Impressions' (Man,
Oh Man) I Want to Go Back]

♪ ♪

♪ Man, oh, man ♪

♪ Have you been to Spain ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ 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?

♪ ♪


♪ ♪

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 d*ad.

♪ ♪

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.


Because I'm selfish.

[strange dramatic music]

♪ ♪


♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

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-f*cking-peño poppers?

[excited chatter]


[person wheezes, grunts]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]


Two weeks feels like an eternity here.

How so?

Well, you know...

- No. I don't know.
- [chuckles]



- Right.
- When you...

- Me?
- Mm.


[people screaming]

- 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!

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.

[concerned chatter]

Miles, Miles, what are you doing?

Put the g*n down.


[all screaming]

What the f*ck, Miles?
Put the g*n down! Put it down!

Jesus Christ! They're both infected now.

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.

[all shouting]

Garrett, shut the f*ck up!

We are not monsters!

Tell him to put the g*n down.

- Clark?
- Clark.


- 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.


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.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[concerned chatter]

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 c*ptive"...

"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?


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 c*ptive...

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 d*ad 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...


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?

[scoffs] 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 b*at 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 d*ed 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 f*cking 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.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪


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,


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?


Where are you?

Were... were you...

Because I didn't mean...

I'm in the death.

♪ ♪


Elizabeth! Constance! Miles!

Who's down there?

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

He's on board the Gitchegumee.


Tyler, what are you
doing on board that plane?

Setting all of you free.

Gate !

♪ ♪

The jet is on f*re.

He set it on f*re!

Tyler is still on board!

♪ ♪


[shouts indistinctly]




[shouts] Tyler!


No, Tyler! [cries]


Tyler! No!

- Elizabeth...
- [shouting indistinctly]

Shh, shh, shh.


♪ ♪

[continues sobbing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

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!


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