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(dreamy music plays)
(birds chirping)
Zoya's father: You're going to do incredible things one day, Zoya Lowe.
You're going to change the world.
(music fades)
(monitor beeping, ventilator hissing)
Jayne: And, so what does that mean?
Doctor: Well, it's... It... it means just that.
She has a black hole growing inside of her body.
A black hole?
Yes, a small one, about the size of a peanut,
right here between her lungs.
Oh, we have a pamphlet here if you want to take a look.
So, what do we do? What happens now?
Well, it's...
I'm sorry. Um...
There's not much we can do for her.
Right now, my advice is to take her home.
Try to keep her mind off of it.
Try to keep her distracted, positive.
(scoffs)
Doctor: Just make her feel comfortable.
Comfortable?
How much longer does she have?
It's hard to say. We honestly don't know.
(Donald inhales)
Doctor: And if it continues at this rate, I'd...
(Jayne sighs)
I'd say maybe another week.
(cheering, high-fiving)
(indistinct chatter)
I'm sorry.
They're watching the game.
(monitor beeping)
Jayne: Hey, Mom.
How are you doing?
(monitor beeping)
So, it sounds like we're gonna get to take you home today.
So that'll be nice.
(sighs) Yeah.
(sniffles)
That's great.
(door whirring)
Donald: Watch your feet!
Jayne: It says here that it's most common amongst astronauts
and that people who have been exposed
to prolonged periods of intense radiation.
Donald: You know, maybe we don't need to read that right now.
Jayne: Mom, are you experiencing any symptoms yet?
It says it can cause intestinal blockage,
but then also diarrhea.
I bought a new CD, you know?
Um, Soldiers of de Riddem.
Morris: Oh, there we go.
It's fine.
You know, I really don't need a wheelchair.
Are you sure? I got it right here.
(footrest clunks)
Ah, shoot. Just give me one second.
Morris: (grunts) Stupid thing.
(keys jingle)
(keys clink)
(indistinct speech)
Donald: You okay?
Yes.
I just don't wanna go to the publishers tomorrow, that's all.
Donald: Ah! Well, they want to see you.
I mean, they're probably super excited
about that last chapter we sent.
(sighs)
Donald: What do you got there?
Nothing.
(thud)
(phone rings)
Man: Of course. I mean, we wouldn't wanna rush you.
Um, I know the last chapter you sent in was a little...
You guys will pull through this. I know you will.
I know Zoya. She's a fighter.
Yeah. Thank you.
Definitely. We'll make sure it gets finished.
We even have a cover mock-up and everything.
And you said you didn't wanna make any changes, correct?
Yeah.
All righty.
Then we'll want you to sign here, and here.
And also here.
Donald: Thank you so much.
Don't mention it. It's our job.
The important thing is that you're able to relax,
enjoy some quality family time.
(waves crashing)
(seagull calling)
Yeah.
(inhales)
Thanks.
I will.
(gentle bossa nova music plays)
(indistinct background chatter)
Here we are again.
(gentle bossa nova music continues)
- Cynthia: Was that your mother? - (music fades)
Yep.
Cynthia: I wouldn't worry about her too much.
She's always like that.
I know.
Do you mind if I sit down?
Yeah, sure. Just be careful.
- What do you mean? - (crow caws)
- (bird dropping splats) - Oh! Oh, my goodness.
(chuckles)
Oh. Well, thank you!
How did you know?
Do you wanna hear a secret?
(chuckles)
Sure.
- I've done this before. - (machine beeps)
- (wheelchair rolls) - (pen scribbles)
What do you mean?
I take a pill.
Tomorrow night, I take a pill and I go back a week.
Back?
- Right back to the hospital. - (gasps)
- This has all happened before. - (shuts car door)
- (splat) - So many times before.
What are you sayin'?
I'm saying that I've lived this week before.
I know what's gonna happen in every second of every moment
of every day.
Because I've seen it all before.
From the wake up, to the publishers,
to the lawyers, to the beach.
- My mom. My birthday. - (whooshes)
- (splat) - All of it.
From the bird shit...
- (splat) - To the bocce.
- Bocce? - (speaks Italian)
It's always the same.
We've... we've had this conversation before?
Yes. Well, no.
Usually we talk about
how you see the same people every day.
How you've been here for eight years.
How quickly time passes.
Who are you?
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter because you won't remember it.
You won't remember anything I say.
'Cause tomorrow night my nose will bleed.
I'll lock myself in the bathroom.
I'll take another pill. (gulps)
- (splat) - Zoya: I'll go back a week.
- (shuts car door) - (wheelchair clatters) - (whooshes)
And I'll see you there.
And I'll say...
(music stops)
- "Be careful." - (splat)
Oh, my goodness. Oh...
(chuckles)
Thank you.
How did you know?
Lucky guess.
- Very lucky. I'll say. - ♪ ("Viagem" by Taiguara plays) ♪
Thank you.
- Don't mention it. - (sighs)
Oh, it's hard.
(music fades)
Donald: Wow.
I can't believe I haven't seen this before.
Zoya: You have. You just don't remember.
Oh, wow! Is that Professor Dulseberg?
- Yeah. Mean, old Dulseberg. - Jesus.
He was even older than I remembered.
Zoya: Mm-hmm.
That was the last day at IGE before they left for Europe.
Donald: Oh. Yeah, look at that, you even got old Mark in there.
Oh, stop.
What?
Don't act like you didn't have girlfriends before me.
I mean, I didn't.
Hmm.
- I had dates. - Yeah.
- I had dinner. - Sure.
Maybe a movie.
This one of your old textbooks?
Yeah. Chem.
So cute.
You always used to write your name in 'em like that.
Oh, you always took such good care of your books, too.
Zoya: Yeah. They're probably all outdated by now.
(music stops)
- Morris: Surprise! - Jayne: Surprise!
Wow! How unexpected.
(sighs) Yeah, we know it's not for a couple weeks,
but we thought it might be fun to surprise you.
- Definitely. - Oh, and we got presents.
Yes. Yes. Get them.
Oh, wait! She's gotta blow the candles out first.
Oh, yeah. Blow out the candles. (claps)
- (blows air) - (together) Yay!
(clapping)
Did you make a wish?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gotta make a wish.
(sighs)
I wish we could do something different.
What do you mean?
My nose is gonna start bleeding soon.
- What? - Wait, are you okay?
- I'm fine. - Mom, what's going on?
Nothing. Uh, I just have to go to the bathroom for a second.
I'll be right back.
(hangers clatter)
(slides boxes)
(sighs)
(shuts door)
(locks door)
(pills rattling)
(breathes deeply)
Here I go again.
(splat)
(monitor beeps)
Jayne: Hey, Mom...
How are you doing?
So,
we got some good news.
Zoya: Yeah.
They're gonna let me go home, right?
Yeah. They are. Isn't that nice?
(wheelchair rolls)
Watch your feet.
(door shuts)
It says intestinal blockage, but then also diarrhea.
- (slides hangers) - Donald: What're ya lookin' at?
- (phone ringing) - It was a little rough.
Quality family time.
(waves crashing)
Have you ever gotten a massage before?
Last week.
Awesome. How was it?
I didn't like the music and your hands were cold.
- (static) - He arrived last week in Miami.
This is where they keep him when he's behind the scenes,
off exhibit.
After that, it's off to Tampa, Sarasota,
pretty much everywhere.
The hope is to give people one last chance
to see this majestic creature before it disappears for good.
I spoke to the... (indistinct speech)
Zoya: You wanna hear a spoiler?
The rhino dies this week.
(birds chirping, water flowing in background)
Cynthia: Was that your mother?
I wouldn't worry about it too much.
She's always like that.
Do you mind if I sit down?
(kid laughing in background)
(splat)
Cynthia: Oh, goodness.
These birds are always shitting.
(Cynthia chuckling)
(Cynthia sighs)
Cynthia: It's hard,
you know?
Seeing the same people every day.
I've been here eight years.
You forget to be aware of your surroundings.
- You don't really know... - (sighs)
- Cynthia: What? - I... I can't.
- Cynthia: Can't do what? - I can't. I can't. I can't.
Are you okay? Do you need any help?
Oh! Jesus! I'm so sorry.
Oh, yeah. I'm really sorry. That's...
- No, I'm sorry. - No!
I wasn't even looking where I was going.
(Paula) That's on me.
You're... you're fine, thank you.
Why do you have this book?
Uh, I picked it.
I've never seen you here before.
Uh...
Where did you get this book?
(door creaks)
- (shuts door) - Well, this is it.
I basically came in here a few months ago.
Grabbed it.
Didn't really think anyone would miss it.
I never even knew this was here.
Yeah, I mean, nobody ever really comes in here, so...
I used to, all the time, with...
with my grandma, when she first moved in.
I... I think these used to be my books.
Yeah, that... that would make sense.
Um, a lot of this stuff here is donated by the residents,
I mean, upstairs is, like, completely filled with junk.
(scoffs)
Now why would you choose this book?
I don't know. Trying to study.
I, um, I go to MDC right now, the... the college.
I'm... I'm working in... in a lab, so...
- Yeah. - A lab?
Yeah, um, I'm working under this guy, Professor Handel.
I don't know if you know him. He's one of the people
who invented that machine that shrunk that guy,
the... the nanoscopic man.
- Yeah, so... - You... you work in the lab?
Yes. Um, obviously not doing that.
Um, more grunt work, kind of. But, um...
Yeah, I'm... I'm actually studying time.
Time?
Paula: Yeah. How it, uh...
How it works.
How it moves mostly, if that makes sense.
Zoya: Paula Campos?
Yeah, that's, uh, my name. What's yours?
(books thudding)
Zoya. There you are.
I was... I was looking all over for you.
You ready?
(pensive piano music plays)
I fucked it up.
Donald: Oh, I thought that one was pretty good.
No, it's just this beginning part is really tricky.
- Donald: Hmm. - Uh...
(pensive piano music continues)
Donald: What are you thinking about?
What if there was an answer?
Or, what... what if there was...
a solution for me?
Wouldn't it be worth trying?
Donald: What do you mean?
I mean, I've just been thinking about all the work
I was doing at Princeton, and all of my research, and...
- Zoya. - (sighs)
What?
I mean, are we really having this conversation again?
And you heard the doctor.
And you heard what the doctor said.
- What if he's wrong? - The doctor s...
What if he's wrong?
What if... what if there's something that he doesn't know?
What if there's something that we could do
that would make it so that I don't have to die?
Well, so what, then?
You wanna go test out all of your old college research
at a... at a lab?
Maybe. Rather than sitting around here all week.
And what, spending time with us?
Um, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying I... I'm s...
So tired of doing the same thing day after day!
(sniffles)
Hey, listen, I didn't wanna ruin the surprise.
- (groans) - Surprise! - Surprise!
(chuckles)
Jayne: We know it's not for a couple more weeks,
but we thought it would be nice to surprise you.
Definitely. What a surprise.
Donald: And we got presents, too.
Jayne: Yes, get the presents, get the presents.
No. Um...
Donald: No?
Morris: Oh, well, she's gotta blow her candles out first.
No, I think I...
Donald: What... what's wrong?
Nothing. Um, I just need to step outside for a sec.
Why? What's wrong?
Yeah, what's up, Mom? You okay?
Yeah, I just need to get some fresh air.
And we can do the presents after.
- Okay. Yeah. - Okay.
Oh, no. No, no, your nose is bleeding.
Oh, I... I know. It... it's... it's fine.
I'll be right back.
(phone ringing)
Paula: (on phone) Hello?
Paula?
Yeah. Who is this?
It's, uh, Zoya Lowe.
We met yesterday at Carville.
Oh, yeah. Um, how are you?
What's, uh, what... what's up?
Nothing. Um, I'm good.
(dreamy music plays)
I just wanted to tell you that, um, I'm gonna come find you
when I wake up.
I'm sorry?
I'm gonna find you when I wake up
and we're gonna do this.
Uh, do what?
Something great.
What?
I just wanted you to know.
Ma'am, uh...
- Okay, um, I'll see you soon. - What?
- (music stops) - (exhales)
Jayne: Hey, Mom.
So, we got some good news.
I know. You can go sign the paperwork.
I already know.
They said I can go home. It's fine.
Um... okay...
Well, we'll be right back.
(monitor beeping in background)
(opens door)
(door closes)
(adventurous music plays)
(rips off tape)
(door creaks)
(adventurous music continues)
(closes door)
(indistinct speech)
(indistinct TV chatter)
(clamoring)
What a play.
You know, we actually had tickets
for the game tomorrow night.
Hmm. It's gonna be a great one.
Yeah. I think maybe we'll just go to the beach instead.
(fire alarm rings)
What's that?
Fire exit. Someone must have opened it by accident.
Zoya: Hey, are you on duty?
Where do you wanna go?
South 4th Street.
- You got money? - Yeah, why?
Why? You're wearin' a hospital gown.
Zoya: Yeah, I'll... I'll... I'll pay you when I get there.
All right, get in.
(opens door)
(door closes)
(tires screech)
(car whirs)
(window squeaks)
(motorcycle revs)
Hello?
(monitor beeping and fire alarm ringing)
Oh, no, what do I do now?
(door opens)
(closes door)
- (keys jingle) - (lid clinks)
(door closes)
(hangers clatter)
(adventurous music continues)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(music stops)
(suitcase rolling)
(train whooshes)
(indistinct background chatter)
(knocks)
Paula: Two seconds!
(door unlocks)
(door creaks)
Hi.
Paula.
Sorry, do I know you?
Could I have, um, just a minute of your time?
(cat meows)
You were at Carville visiting your grandma,
and I ran into you in the garden.
When was this?
Uh, four days from now, technically.
Right.
Your name is Paula Campos.
You go to school at MDC.
Four days from now, you're gonna go to Carville Retirement Home
to visit your grandma and run into me in the...
Sorry, uh, listen to me, listen to me.
Please.
My name is Zoya Lowe.
Uh, in four days, we meet, in five days, I'll be dead.
Blood will pour from my nose, from my ears, and I'm gonna die.
Okay. Uh, you don't look like you're gonna die.
Yeah, except for the black hole in my chest,
I'm really pretty healthy.
Yeah, okay, um...
I don't know why you've come here, but if you...
Because... because y... you took me to the library.
You showed me where you used to read with your grandma.
Uh, y... you showed me where you found my book.
You said you worked in a lab, and that you were studying time.
And I said I was gonna come back for you,
and we were gonna do something great.
And I know all this because it happened.
Because you were there, and... and now I'm here, like I said I would be.
And I... I just really need you to believe me because it's true.
It's... it's... it's... it's the truth.
(sighs)
Paula: Okay. Okay.
So you know everything that's gonna happen?
This week. Yes.
How many fingers am I holding up?
What?
- (Zoya exhales) - (rips off tape)
- (notes rustle) - South 4th Street.
- (hangers clatter) - (thump) - (knocks)
Your name is Paula Campos. My name is Zoya Lowe.
You work in a lab. I have a black hole in my chest.
I'm from the future. I know everything that's gonna happen.
I know that you wanna put your fingers up right now. Go ahead. Do it.
Two.
Three.
Now the middle finger.
Now your cat's gonna meow.
(meows)
Zoya: And you're gonna ask me, "Is this really happening right now?"
And I'm gonna say, "Yes. Yes, it is."
(door closes)
So you take 'em just like regular pills?
Pretty much, yeah.
(knob shakes)
And you think you'll be able to figure out how they work?
Hopefully.
In the lab. With you.
Very flattering, but, um,
H... h... have you not tried to work this out before or...
Zoya: I did, uh, 30 years ago, but I never could.
Paula: Uh, okay, well, what happened?
(Zoya sighs)
Zoya: I don't know. Life.
You get distracted.
You move on.
You never even notice
you're making some huge life decision.
Until you blink, look back,
realize you have nowhere to move on to.
Have you tried maybe taking multiple pills at the same time?
You know, maybe going back further, all the way back?
It's not how it works.
I can only take one pill at a time.
If I take another one now, nothing happens.
I have to wait until the other pill leaves my system
until I rejoin the moment I left.
But you think if you can break it down,
you'll be able to tweak it?
I do.
Then I can actually go back.
Back to when I was your age,
before I gave up and settled.
Before you had a black hole growing inside your chest.
I wanna do all the things I always thought I would.
I... I wanna figure out what's in the pills.
I wanna figure out what makes them work.
Make it so I don't only have...
five days left.
So I have 20, 30, 40 years. I have my whole life.
Yeah, all right.
Let's solve time travel.
(train whooshes)
(adventurous music plays)
I feel like I should tell you the lab isn't really... like...
The equipment's pretty old.
It's not really, uh, good.
I'm sure it's fine.
No, like, you definitely know people
who work at better places.
Maybe. Maybe.
(train screeches)
(adventurous music continues)
- (keys jingle) - (opens door)
So...
- I say not the, um... - (music fades)
- Yeah. - Best, but, I mean, you know?
Where do you, uh, where do you wanna start?
The pills don't really behave like anything else.
They don't burn or melt or dissolve.
It's... it's almost like they were never even really there.
Uh, I don't totally understand how that's possible.
It's like they're constantly regenerating.
They're existing in some kind of...
some kind of state of limbo.
Okay, well, maybe then we look at the regeneration itself.
No, no, no.
Whatever mutations are happening,
they're at such a subatomic level, you'd...
you'd never be able to read them.
And even if we did, we'd still ultimately need to break down
the sequencing, right?
This is why I'm thinking that we just replicate it.
That's what I was trying to do at Princeton,
and this is basically all the same...
- Paula: Uh... - Equipment that they had there.
Even if it might be the same equipment,
that doesn't mean we have to do the same things you did, right?
I... I... I mean, do you even still have your research from back then?
No, but...
So what you're proposing would take...
forever.
And... and... and that's, uh, kinda crazy. No offense, just...
I think what we need to do is... is... is break this down.
I know, but... but there's no way to do that.
I'm telling you, I've... I've tried so many times.
- Trust me, there's no... - I... I... I... I trust you.
But it's not true that there's no way,
because if it's happening,
even if it's at a subatomic level,
it's still happening.
What we need, I think, is... is a... a different way in,
like a... a... something or... or someone.
(Paula claps)
I think I know somebody who can help us.
Who?
Um, stay here, and I'll...
I'll just be right back, two seconds.
(door closes)
(phone buzzing)
(pills rattle)
(door opens)
(wheelchair whirs)
Professor Dulseberg: Zoya? Zoya Lowe?
(chuckles)
Zoya Lowe.
Professor Dulseberg?
Yeah, what in the world are you doing here?
It... it's a whole, um...
I'm just...
I'm here to use the lab.
Lab? Why? What do you need a lab for?
Uh, I'm testing a compound with a friend.
We're trying to see if we can replicate it.
Replicate? Compound?
Sir. Professor.
Why don't you come into my office? We'll discuss.
- Um, o... okay. - (dreamy music plays)
I... I guess I didn't realize you were teaching here.
Oh, yeah.
You know, thanks to your friend Mark. Harrison.
You remember him?
He's at IASA now.
- Brilliant man. - He... he got you this job?
Yeah. Yeah, can you believe it?
Me, needing help to get a job at community college.
(laughs)
Woman: What the fuck?
Professor Dulseberg: Now they put my office out here in the middle of nowhere.
Out in the fucking parking lot.
Takes forever to get anywhere.
They told me it's because of insurance.
You believe that?
Said I had to be near handicapped spaces or...
or something. Because of my age.
Zoya: Oh, well, you sure look good.
- Professor Dulseberg: I'm 107. - Zoya: Oh, wow!
Yeah, you know, I'm really curious
to know what you've been up to,
Zoya Lowe.
(chuckles)
(door creaks)
(music stops)
Who the fuck are you?
Uh...
What are you doing in my office?
Oh, I was, uh...
She's... she's with me.
What?
Paula: Yeah, yes.
Uh, well, hello.
Uh, we were working, uh, we are working, uh,
across the building in the lab.
Yeah, well, so why do I see you in my office,
rifling through my desk? Huh?
You're right, and I'm sorry.
What... what, are you a student here?
- Uh, kind of. - Kind of?
I'm working in with Professor Handel in...
in the, um, in the assisting.
Professor Dulseberg: Well, this is typical Zoya Lowe behavior.
Yeah, is it not?
Paula: Oh. Uh...
Thinking you can do just whatever you want to do.
Paula: Uh, wait, I... no, this isn't her fault.
Yeah, I am sure, yeah.
(chuckles)
Professor Dulseberg: You know, I remember you, Zoya Lowe.
Oh, yes, I remember very well.
I remember telling everyone, before you showed up,
how brilliant you were.
- How brilliant! - (thump)
I showed them your... your test scores,
and I showed them your papers.
And I said, "Oh, my God, what potential, what talent."
(mournful music plays)
But no, no,
it was not like that.
No, you were... you were entitled.
You were lazy.
You were impatient.
You... you... you squandered every opportunity that I gave you.
In the four years that I knew you,
never, never, not once...
did you ever give me any reason to believe that you were...
(sighs)
Anything.
(door closes)
You shouldn't have gone in there.
- Okay, well, I'm sorry, like, I didn't think... - You don't just do that.
it was gonna be that big of a deal.
You don't just... go in like that without telling me.
I said sorry.
I should have told you. That was stupid, okay?
Zoya: It was.
This whole thing is stupid.
'Cause some old man yelled at you? He's like a thousand!
He's gonna die tomorrow.
- Oh, no, that? - Yeah!
No, that was true. That was true. He was right.
You wanna know how I got into IGE and Princeton?
Why my test scores were so high?
'Cause I knew all the answers.
(chuckles)
I got something wrong, I'd just restart.
Go back five days.
He's a 100% right. I'm not smart enough.
Oh, well, no, that... that is not true.
You don't even know me.
Well, do...
do you at least wanna know why I was in there?
What I was getting?
Wh... what is it?
What's gonna help us break down this pill?
Oh, an... an empty box.
A nanoscopic man.
(hopeful music plays)
- (plug clicks) - I guess what happened was they shrunk him,
but they didn't realize they didn't know how to stop.
So he's just been shrinkin' ever since.
Zoya: I can't see him at all.
Paula: Oh, I mean, no one can.
They didn't know how to fix it or really what to do with him.
So, just left him in a drawer.
Yeah, it's pretty shitty. Such a waste of research.
So you brought him to a meat locker?
- (thud) - (music stops)
It's a dry-aging room.
You can't put him anywhere room temperature
- Because, you know, bacteria, and mold, and all that stuff. - Mmm.
So we needed somewhere cold enough that, you know,
stuff wasn't rotting,
but not so cold that he would freeze. So, yeah.
Plus, Luiz is a friend anyway.
Good luck.
Can you, um, plug this in for me, please?
Back.
(door closes)
Paula: He has a transmitter in his suit,
so that way he can communicate with us.
And he can reply?
Yeah, right through that display.
(whirring, beep)
- Zoya: That's crazy. - Yeah.
Handel showed me how to use it for research purposes, but...
sometimes I just like talkin' to him.
He's actually a really chill dude.
(whirring, beep)
Zoya: And he already knows what we need?
I am telling him right now.
The other thing in his suit is a particle detector.
I was thinking...
It is... it's a...
- Yes. - Wow!
He might be able to analyze the cell structure for us.
- Then relay everything back. - Yeah.
- Just drop it through the top. (chuckles) - Nice.
Thanks.
(pills rattle)
(Zoya sighs)
Zoya: Like that?
Yeah, perfect.
(whirring, beep)
Zoya: How long do you think it'll take?
That I don't really know.
I mean, time moves so fast for him, you know?
He... he's like, uh, the opposite of the edge of the universe,
where everything moves really slowly.
He's so far inside that a hundred years
could go by in, like, a second.
Is he ever gonna die?
Paula: I don't know.
I mean, my thought is he just keeps shrinking
until he gets so small he...
disappears for good.
Yeah.
(pill rattling)
Is that it?
- (beep) - (rapid clicking)
Wait, what... what's happening?
Oh. Uh, yeah, okay. Um, just a minute.
(typing)
Paula: Whoa. Uh...
You were right.
Uh, th... It's, uh, constantly changing.
It's, like, it's cycling through all these different structures.
This is a...
I was right.
Y... yes. Very.
(chuckles)
Thank you.
(typing)
Paula: I never asked how you got these, by the way.
Do you remember?
Um...
yeah.
(sniffles)
(data processing)
Zoya: It was such a whatever moment.
I was 12.
I was walking by myself in this golf course
in the back of our house and...
it was just lying there.
- (whimsical music plays) - Paula: And you just took it?
Well, had my name on it.
I remember looking around,
thinking it was some kind of prank,
but I didn't see anybody.
Then I heard... I heard this voice...
this little whisper, in the back of my head.
What did it say?
It said that I was going to change the world.
Paula: Yeah.
Well...
Time to change the world, I guess.
(pressing buttons)
Zoya: Yeah...
Maybe.
We're gonna need to go through and synthesize the compounds
to test them out.
- (lid crackles) - (pills clatter)
Or maybe it'll be like it was 30 years ago.
- (thud) - We start with the simplest structures, work our way up.
- (click) - (disk slides)
Zoya: Running into the same walls,
getting stuck in the same places.
- (tears paper) - No, it won't. 'Cause you'll be with me.
- Ready? - (click)
I don't think anybody else matters, it's us.
Doing this, it's just us.
All the time in the world.
- (click, pop) - (click, plug)
Zoya: Yeah.
In some ways, that scares me even more.
(pills rattle)
I could have all the time in the world.
- And still... - (snap)
- I can't do it. - (explodes)
Okay, well, start over.
All we ever do is start over.
- (Zoya exhales) - Hey, Mom.
Well, we'll get there.
These pills had your name on them.
You... you had to have found them for a... a reason.
Yeah, unless it was a coincidence or a mistake.
(music stops)
Unless I'm just someone
who wasn't meant to leave a mark.
(piano plays)
I'm not upset,
I'm just saying some of them are clearly better than I am.
- That's not true. - Okay.
Zoya: It's not, you know?
And they're probably saying the exact same thing
to their parents about you.
Yeah, sure.
I have no idea where you got this from.
Because I see them! I'm in class with them!
I'm watching them play, I'm with them every day!
And this isn't like Miss Bronca's class at Cypress.
Some of these kids are like the best pianists in the state.
- And you're not? - No, I'm not. I'm really not.
Not compared to someone who's been playing since
they were four years old.
I really don't like hearing you talk about yourself like this.
- I don't. I think... - Like, what? Realistically?
I don't think there's anything wrong
with being a music teacher instead of a composer.
I never said there was.
Did I say there was?
I just don't want you to quit.
I'm not gonna quit.
Great.
Zoya's father: You promise?
Yes.
Good.
Because you can be anything you set your mind to.
Don't forget.
Young Zoya: I know.
I already know I'm gonna be a scientist.
Yeah? Like me?
Yeah. Just like you.
That's good.
- (chuckles) - (haunting music plays)
(knocking on door)
Paula: Two seconds!
I feel like I should tell you.
You know, the lab isn't really all that great.
I know.
(clicks)
(haunting music continues)
(sheet ruffles)
(music fades)
Paula: Ready?
Yeah.
- (click) - (disk slides)
- (tears paper) - (hangers clatter)
- (explodes) - (train whooshes)
- (machine whirs) - (explodes) - (clicks)
(grunts)
(cat meows)
(cat purring)
(indistinct background chatter)
Hello. Hi, good morning.
How are you?
Yeah, um, well, I... I just saw your email,
and so I wanted to, uh, ask if, um...
- Right. Okay. - (shuts lid)
Do you... do you know
when you're coming back or, um...
Okay. I just, uh...
Uh, I wanted to be your assistant for a reason.
And I guess, uh, if I knew
that you were going to be going on sabbatical,
then I wouldn't have...
Of course. Yeah.
No, no, that's, um, that's understandable.
I understand. You...
Thank you, uh, and, um, yeah, and good luck with everything.
Yeah, I completely understand. Of course. Of course.
Yep.
(screams) Fuck!
Okay. Uh...
- (knocking on door) - Uh, two seconds!
(sighs)
There's gotta be someone who can help, right?
Like, didn't... didn't anybody help you at Princeton?
Like who?
Like, my ex-boyfriend, or Dulseberg, or...
Okay, well, what if we take it to a lab?
Like, an actual working lab?
There's gotta be something we can do.
- (explodes) - (woman gasps)
Scientist 1: Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- (fire alarm rings) - Scientist 1: Oh, my God!
- Call fire! - Paula: Oh, uh...
I think... are they gonna be okay?
They'll be fine.
(indistinct yelling in background)
I don't mean to overstep or anything, but, um...
There's clearly so much potential in this work,
and in the pills, and... and in you, and...
I just... It's a little fucked up, right?
Like, nobody, I don't know, cared, or...
- Oh. - Or supported you, or, like...
No, it wa...
It really wasn't like that.
I mean, uh, it was more...
I don't know.
(sighs)
I remember when I graduated,
my group got invited
to this special two-year program at CERN.
All the most brilliant minds in the world.
Everyone was going.
And I just remember Donald saying...
Well, just make sure that's what's gonna make you happy.
And that's all it took?
Well, yeah, I mean, he was right.
I don't completely enjoy this part of it.
I love the part where you solve something,
but the rest of it, it's just...
(Zoya sighs)
- I don't know. - I... I guess, I just...
I think I would've gone.
Yeah, instead of taking years of research and hard work,
and shoving it in a box.
- (thud) - (slides box) - (shuts drawer)
- (sighs) - Wait...
Wait, do you still have that research? Like...
I wish.
The last time I saw it, I think it was with my mom's stuff,
but...
Well, where's your mom? (chuckles)
(gentle bossa nova music plays)
Um, your nose is, uh...
Uh, yeah.
Does... does that mean it's...
- Yeah. - (pills rattling)
Wait, you'll come find me, right?
Like, when you... when you wake up?
Yeah.
I always do.
(music stops)
- (Zoya exhales) - (monitor beeping)
Hey, Mom.
- (knocking on door) - (thud)
- Zoya: It's a pill that takes you back in time. - And we've met before?
We've had this exact conversation.
- So what did I say? - Last time?
- Sure. - You asked me if I kept any of my old research,
and you asked me where my mom was.
- (pills rattle) - (door closes)
Paula: Do you really think we're gonna find anything in here?
Well, considering she held on to the high school textbook
I wrote, yeah.
Maybe.
What? Oh, here we go.
Sandra Lowe.
Okay.
Does it look like anything or...
Um, mostly her psychology papers.
(clicks tongue) Anything interesting, though, or...
Yeah.
If you're into mid-century childhood development theories.
Paula: Not no.
(pulls box)
There we go.
Zoya: Anything?
A very stinky box.
That's good.
Ugh.
Man!
That is really smelling like shit. Okay.
Oh, fuck.
What's that?
It's, um, a newspaper article.
About Mark.
Uh, who... who's Mark?
Nobody.
(paper rustles)
Paula: They got promoted at the IASA.
It's pretty fucking good for a nobody.
Yeah.
I think that's about what my mom said at the time.
Wow...
She kept that.
Didn't keep any of my work.
TV Reporter: He arrived last week in Miami.
This is where they keep him
when he's behind the scenes, off exhibit.
After that, it's off to Tampa, Sarasota,
pretty much everywhere.
The hope is to give people one last chance
to see this majestic creature before it disappears for good.
(gentle bossa nova music plays)
(indistinct TV chatter)
- (music stops) - Woman: Mrs. Lowe?
Your husband was just in here looking for you.
My husband?
He looked very worried. Estaba llorando, desesperado.
- Where? - Uh, just at the entrance.
(energetic music plays)
Excuse me, where's my husband?
- The guy? - Yeah.
Uh, he just left.
(water flowing)
Donald: Hey, Zoya, it's Donald. We're at the hospital.
- Donald: Where'd you go? - Paula: Zoya! Zoya!
Hey, where'd you go?
A woman there, the caretaker,
She said that if it's not in the archives,
then it probably isn't gonna be.
Hey, uh...
She said my husband was here.
Uh, okay...
Uh...
(energetic music continues)
Are you really not gonna go?
- Teen Zoya: I just don't think it makes any sense. - (music fades)
Didn't you say it was a really great opportunity, though?
Yeah, but, like, a great opportunity for what?
To spend two years hanging out with Dulseburg and Mark?
So that they can feel progressive
for having a woman on their team.
Like, oh, God, I don't need that shit.
- That sounds awful. - I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad.
Oh, it would be. You know it would.
You would be in Europe, Zoya.
Doing what you've always wanted to do with some of the most talented people
in the world. I mean, so what if it's a little frustrating?
Because I would miss you, you idiot.
Because...
I don't wanna be without you right now.
We'll figure it out.
I just wanna make sure that whatever you're doing,
that's what's gonna make you happy.
(sighs)
Paula: You miss them.
Hmm?
Oh.
Yeah, I guess I do.
Well, you'll see them soon.
Right? I mean,
that's why we're doing this, so you can be with them.
I guess.
I mean,
not I guess. It... it is.
(pill rattles)
Paula: And it'll be worth it. Right?
It's... it's just hard.
Leaving them all the time.
It... it's just hard going back and...
And doing it all over again,
only to wake up and hear her say...
Hey, Mom.
Zoya: Like, not even a second has passed.
So, we got some good news.
Paula: Have you ever thought
about what it's like when you disappear?
(monitor beeping)
Zoya: Um...
(water drips)
- Zoya: I don't know. - (water drips)
Should I go check on her?
Uh...
Uh, no.
I... I'm sure she's fine.
(dreamy music plays)
Paula: Like, if it carries on or if...
Yeah, I guess I just...
I always imagine
it disappeared along with me.
I never imagine...
them still in the living room, like...
waiting for me.
(dreamy music continues)
Morris: Huh, I didn't realize that rhino died today.
- Whoa. - (scoffs)
Uh, you were right.
It's... it's constantly changing,
but within these different structures.
(chuckles)
Yeah.
I was right.
(clicks)
Paula: Where do you wanna start?
I... I was thinking we just wanna synthesize the compounds
and then test from there.
- Yeah. - (clicks)
I think a good place to get started might be
synthesizing the compounds and then testing from there.
- Yeah. - (clicks)
Paula: I was, uh, thinking maybe synthesize
the compound and...
- (click) - Paula: What are we thinkin'?
(music fades)
I don't know if I can do this again.
- Paula: Uh... - We... we've tried everything.
We always end up at the exact same spot.
(door creaks)
Paula: Okay, uh, I mean, this is complicated, obviously.
It's just going to be a matter of time before...
No, no. No, we've tried everything.
(types)
We've tried every possible combination of things.
And then we've tried those things again.
- (explodes) - And then I've forgotten about them.
- (grunts) - Paula: Okay, um, maybe we reach out for help.
- Like, a colleague from Princeton. - Who?
- Mark. - Uh... yeah.
- You said he works at the IASA, right? - Mark's not going to help us.
- Oh. - Paula.
Do... do we know that? It... uh...
I... I... I'm not sure we've exhausted
all of our options.
There's gotta be something we can do or... or try.
I...
I need to go back.
I need to be with my family.
You have no idea how long it's been.
I mean, you're right, I... I don't know.
(sighs)
I don't even really know who you are.
I... I... I... I just...
All I know is you're some lady who came to my apartment
asking me for my help to solve time travel.
And I believed you.
I... uh, uh...
I risked my job for you.
- I stole the nanoscopic fucking man for you! - Why?
Do you really think you're the only person
who has a reason to go back?
- Zoya: I'm sorry. - No, mm-mm.
It's good, it's all good.
Um, you were right, and good luck with your family.
(door creaks)
(door shuts)
(phone buzzing)
Hey, Mom.
(thud)
(pills rattle, bottle thuds)
Were you actually gonna take one?
(sighs)
I don't know.
Uh...
I thought about it...
And I just kept having this image of me being, like,
s... swallowed by a black hole.
And...
I...
(sighs)
I kept thinking of all the times that you've left.
Times I don't even know about.
If you've ever even offered them to me before,
if... if... if I would've taken them then,
I just... I kept... I just...
- Zoya: Yeah. - I don't know.
Zoya: I never asked why you were doing this.
I g... I guess I was selfish enough to think
you were just doing it to help me.
I do wanna help.
Zoya: I know.
But that's not why you keep opening the door.
I don't need you feeling sorry for me.
Okay.
It's so...
So stupid.
Um...
(scoffs)
I was 15, and I...
I took the car out.
I... I wasn't supposed to, um,
and I drove over...
a nail.
And I... I thought, uh,
I thought they would notice.
I thought my parents would notice.
And, um...
But they didn't.
And the tire blew out.
(Zoya sighs)
(tender music plays)
Zoya: You... you were a kid.
(clicks tongue)
I...
I guess.
(tender music continues)
We're gonna do this.
We're gonna go to Princeton, find Mark.
We'll get you back there.
Zoya: I really, really
wanted to go back...
After I lost my dad.
How old were you?
12.
But I only found the pills
a week after he died,
so I kept trying and trying, but I was always a day late.
Were you close?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
He was a really, really good dad.
He used to tell me these...
Science-fiction fairy tales
where an ordinary girl turns out to be...
empress of the galaxy or...
- Sweet. - Yeah.
Yeah.
He always made me feel like I could have achieved anything.
(tender music continues)
You did a lot, though.
Did I?
I mean,
I look at other people, like Mark or...
(sighs)
Whoever.
My life seems really small.
I don't think so.
I don't.
Besides,
we're gonna go back, right?
You and me, we're gonna fix it.
I hope so.
You were the only one ever made me feel
like I could actually do it.
- Really? - Zoya: Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
You can feel it.
Can't you?
It's as though we've lived a whole lifetime together.
Have we?
Yeah.
Uh, uh, your nose.
Zoya: Oh, yeah.
It's time.
(pills rattle)
You'll... you'll come back to find me, right?
When...
when you, uh, wake up or...
Zoya: Yeah.
I always do.
(tender music continues)
Jayne: Hey, Mom.
- (music fades) - (Zoya takes a deep breath)
(monitor beeping)
(sweet piano music plays)
- (sweet piano music continues) - (hangers clatter)
(music stops)
- (smacks) - (thuds)
(zips suitcase)
(knocking on door)
Yeah?
(door opens)
(door creaks)
What is it?
I... I need something.
From you.
- Is that Zoya Lowe? - Yes.
(chuckles)
And I need you to help me find Mark Harrison.
Mark Harrison?
The last time we talked, you mentioned him,
and I know you guys are close.
- The last time we talked? - Mm-hmm.
(Professor Dulseberg chuckling)
You know, I remember you, Zoya Lowe.
- Zoya: I know. I know. I know! - I...
I know.
And there was a time when I really did care
what you thought about me,
but I just don't anymore.
And, yeah, you're probably right.
I probably am still impatient and lazy.
(sighs) And entitled or whatever!
But I'm trying.
And regardless of what you, or anybody else,
used to think about me, I'm going to do this, so...
Hmm, well...
(paper rustles)
Uh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(tears page)
- Good luck. - (paper rustles)
- (dreamy music plays) - (door opens)
(door closes)
- (door closes) - (tires screech)
(dreamy music continues)
(airplane whirs)
(music stops)
(suitcase rolling)
(paper rustles)
(indistinct background chatter)
Mark: It's been a long time.
Zoya: 10 years.
(Zoya chuckles)
You look good.
Okay. (chuckles)
- What? - Yeah.
Well, nothing. Just... yeah.
(piano plays gently in background)
Mark: You guys are back in Miami now, right?
How's that goin'?
(flicks lighter)
It's good.
- Yeah, it's good. - (blows smoke)
Um,
Donald's teaching at UM and finishing up his postdoc,
so it's just me and Jayne at home.
Oh, right.
Zoya: Yeah. It's good.
It's... it's nice to be back home and...
And...
to be close to my mom again.
Mark: God, I could never move back there.
Even moving here from Europe was hard.
Yeah. You get used to it.
Mark: Are you still, uh, working on any of your old research?
Oh, um,
not really.
No, I mean, with him gone all day and, um...
Jayne at home, it just didn't make sense, you know, to...
I mean,
I guess it never really did make sense, right?
I thought it did.
Mark: I didn't mean that. I just mean...
I'm just... I'm saying, um...
I can't really imagine anything more frustrating than working
on something you know is probably impossible to solve.
It's not impossible.
Mark: Okay.
I'm not trying to start a fight.
- I'm just saying you look good. - Zoya: I...
Happy?
I always knew you'd make a good mother.
Wow.
That sounds so completely demeaning coming from you.
Well, I meant it as a, uh,
genuine compliment.
(Zoya chuckles)
Mark: You seem happy.
I am.
I'm glad to see you.
You should, uh,
let me know next time you're coming to town.
We could catch up for real.
Yeah, I will.
(car whirs)
(opens door)
(shuts door)
(car whirs)
(knocks)
(sniffles)
Uh, hi. Uh, can I help you?
Hi.
Um, I'm an old friend of Mark Harrison's.
Is... is he...
Uh, it's my... my father, but, uh...
Been getting kind of, uh, weaker and weaker
in the past few years.
I didn't even really see much of him.
Yeah, he looks so...
Yeah.
I think the, uh, last time I saw him was maybe four months ago.
And he wasn't in good shape.
He wasn't eating. He wasn't sleeping.
All he did was work.
We tried to talk to him, but...
I don't know.
Zoya: Yeah, I'm sorry if this is, like...
No, no, it's fine. It's fine.
Um, my therapist says I should actually talk more about it
to help accept it or whatever.
She said that's why it would have been good to do
some type of memorial service or something.
Zoya: I never, um...
I wish I'd known.
Chris: No. No, it's fine.
Yeah.
You guys knew each other from, uh, college?
- Princeton. - Oh, yeah.
What was he like back then?
He was... really brilliant.
(chuckles)
- So smart. - Yeah.
That's what everybody says.
So smart.
(door unlocks and creaks)
Ended up shovin' all his stuff in here.
All his awards and shit.
Zoya: Wow.
The Hinckley Prize?
Chris: Yeah.
You think that would be enough.
(sighs)
Is this...
is this everything he was doing?
Yeah, I guess.
Yeah.
(paper rustles)
This is...
(sighs)
Everything I've been working on.
Yeah, well, at least you seem like you're handling it better.
Oh, my God.
This is mine.
(pages rustling)
(sighs)
He kept my research.
I'm sorry. I can't...
(whispered) I can't believe this.
Do you know how long he was working on this?
Uh, I don't... I don't know.
It's a long time. You know?
(sighs)
(whispered) I just...
I fuckin' hate bein' down here.
I just keep remembering him saying
that one day I'd actually be proud of him.
Like...
as though this is the shit that was gonna make me proud.
(whispered) God!
(Chris sighs)
I'm really sorry.
Yeah.
Me too.
You have any kids?
Yeah.
One.
About your age. (chuckles)
They... they work on this type of stuff, too?
Uh, no.
No.
No, she's a pianist.
Just got engaged.
That's great.
Congratulations.
(birds chirping in background)
Thank you.
(melancholy music plays)
(melancholy music continues)
(bell ringing in distance)
(music fades)
(indistinct chatter)
(beeps)
Donald: Hey, Zoya. We're at the hospital. Where'd you go?
- (beeps) - Jayne: Mom, where are you?
Why aren't you answering your phone right now?
We're really worried. Please pick up.
(beeps)
Donald: Zoya, honey, just please pick up your phone.
(beeps)
Jayne: I miss you so much, mom.
I really don't wanna lose you.
This can't be how I lose you. This can't be it. Please.
Please, I have to see you again.
- (beeps) - (Donald sobbing)
Donald: I... I thought you would never...
Just... just please, please, please...
Jayne: I keep thinking about the last thing I said to you.
- About how I was gonna go fill out paperwork. - Donald: Please.
- Why didn't you say anything? - Donald: Just please, Zoya.
(sniffles)
Jayne: Mom, I don't... I can't... I can't lose you.
I don't know how to be a person without you.
(Jayne crying)
Jayne: I don't know what to do.
(Zoya sobs)
Jayne: Oh, god.
Come back please.
Please, I miss you so much.
This is the fucking worst, please come back.
(Zoya cries)
Jayne: Mom, I just want you to know I love you so much.
(Zoya wails)
Jayne: I just wish I could see you one more time.
I wish I could hear you. Anything.
I wish I could hear you say anything to me.
Please.
(sniffles)
Jayne: Please, I just wish you would come home.
(takes a deep breath)
Jayne: (echoing) Mom, where are you?
Why aren't you answering your phone right now?
I miss you so much, Mom. I don't wanna lose you. Please pick up.
I hope you're getting these messages.
This can't be how I lose you. This can't be it.
Please.
Please, I have to see you again.
Please, please, Mom.
Mom, where are you?
Why aren't you answering your phone right now?
We're really worried. Please pick up.
(sniffles)
Jayne: I miss you so much, Mom.
(overlapping speech)
Jayne: (echoing) Come back please.
(overlapping speech)
Jayne: (echoing) This can't be it, mom.
This can't be it. Please pick up the phone. Please. I miss you so much.
(gasps)
Jayne.
(rips off tape)
Jayne.
(opens door)
Mom.
(sighs)
- I'm so... I'm so sorry. - Jayne: Why are you sorry?
I'm sorry we scared you.
No, you didn't.
You didn't. I just...
- Jayne: You were passed out. - I missed you.
(sniffles, sighs)
(Jayne sobs)
- (Jayne sniffles) - (car whirring)
Donald: Watch your feet.
(shuts car door)
You guys wanna listen to some music?
Yeah, sure. What have you got?
Well, I, uh, I got a new CD.
I am not sure. Oh.
Soldiers of de Riddem.
- (chuckles) - No!
Yeah. Sounds good.
- Play it! - No!
I don't know what kinda music this is, but...
Jayne: What? No, Dad. She's being nice.
She doesn't wanna listen to that.
Put on something we actually wanna listen to.
I honestly think we're all gonna really enjoy this.
I mean, look at that. Look how happy they all look.
- (chuckles) - They do look happy.
Donald: Get ready.
Morris: Ready for the riddem.
Donald: It's forbidden to hate on the riddem.
- Morris understands. - Morris: How much you pay for that CD?
- Donald: This was $1.99. - (sweet music plays)
I talked him down from $2.50.
(indistinct conversation)
You think I've lived a good life?
- Yeah. Of course. - (music fades)
Well, don't...
(sighs)
Don't talk like that.
Please. Are...
Are you okay?
Well, I'm dying.
That's kind of the opposite of okay.
- (sighs) - I just...
I can't stop thinking about...
What could have happened, you know? Like...
Everything I could have done.
All the other versions of me...
And my life, and you, and Jayne.
Do you think there's an alternate timeline
where I do go on,
where I don't die of a black hole in my chest?
Maybe.
But maybe that's a timeline where we don't meet.
Where we don't have Jayne.
Who knows?
She grew up too fast.
- It went by so fast. - Hmm.
Blink of an eye.
I still remember so well when she was a baby.
She was so little.
Take her to the beach.
Remember how excited she used to get by everything.
Just, "Yeah!"
(both chuckle)
Yeah.
I remember this one day...
where she wasn't.
I took her to the beach and we just laid there.
Just staring up at the clouds and like the...
Mm-hmm.
The top of the palm trees.
Listening to the ocean.
Just her and me.
With her little...
Her little finger
wrapped around mine.
Just totally silent.
I've relived that moment a million times.
I wish I could be back there.
Right now.
With you two.
(takes a deep breath)
What would you change if you could?
Hmm.
Probably buy a different album instead of...
Soldiers of de Riddem.
(chuckles)
Come on.
You wouldn't change anything?
I don't know.
I mean, there's things I could change I guess.
Hmm.
I don't know that I wanna risk losing this moment with you.
What about you?
- Hmm? - What would you want?
More.
More days.
(gentle music plays)
(waves crashing)
(gentle music continues)
(laughing)
(gentle music continues)
Zoya: Aww...
he's beautiful.
(roars)
- Jayne: How did you know that song? - (music fades)
I don't know.
Just from hearing it.
Jayne: It's an original.
I know.
(kisses)
It's perfect.
(train whooshes)
(knocks)
Paula: Two seconds!
(door opens and creaks)
Hi.
Do I know you?
No.
But I know you.
Paula: This has your name on it.
Zoya: Yeah.
I always thought that was for a reason.
That it meant they were supposed to be for me.
Maybe they are or were.
Maybe you solved it, and... and you go back,
and you give the pills to yourself, and...
Or maybe I was only supposed to have 'em
so I could give 'em to you.
Here.
Take it.
- What is... - Zoya: It's our work.
It's all the work we did together.
Wait.
Uh, this is... I can't.
Zoya: You can.
You can and you will.
(sighs)
You don't have to worry so much.
Your parents would be proud.
What?
Did I...
I... I told you about...
Yeah.
And I told you about mine.
And we sat on the floor.
Talked about the future.
I know your life isn't
exactly what you want it to be yet,
but you'll get there.
Whatever you end up doing,
you'll be okay.
You'll be more than okay.
You don't need me.
(majestic music plays)
(majestic music continues)
Donald: Yay!
(clapping)
Bravo! Yay!
Did you make a wish?
- Yes, I did. - (chuckles)
- What was it? - I did.
- She can't say. - I'm not telling you!
- She can't tell you. - Yeah.
- It won't come true! - That's just an urban legend.
- No, that's how it works. - (chuckles)
- Okay, it's present time. - No!
- Oh, yes! - I'm so bad at presents!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no! - Hey, sit down.
This is from me and Morris, so you better like it.
- You better. - Hmm.
- What do you hope it is? - (chuckles)
- I don't know. I don't... - (chuckles)
I don't even know...
if I remember...
(chuckles)
(chuckle together)
Uh, did I...
did I never open this before?
What do you mean?
Did... did I never make it this far...
- before? - (chuckles)
We're thinking about naming it Zoya.
(chuckles)
- You okay with that? - You are thinking about it or you are?
(laughter)
Oh, my God! I'm so happy!
(Zoya sniffles)
You're gonna be s... such a good mother.
Oh, no, Mom. Your nose.
- Oh, oh. - Donald: You okay?
This is it.
Jayne: Hmm?
This is it. Um...
(chuckles)
Zoya: Thank you for this.
Um, I'm...
I'm sorry I wasn't better.
And, I'm... I'm sorry I wasn't always there.
- Oh, Mom! - Donald: No, no, Zoya, Zoya. You're fine. You're fine.
You don't have to say that.
You're gonna... you're gonna be okay.
I know.
I am...
I'm gonna miss you so much.
Donald: I couldn't have asked for a better week.
(sighs)
I love you, Mom.
I love you guys so much.
(clock ticking)
(thumps)
Zoya's father: And all of a sudden, she could see the whole world.
Past and present.
She could see it all.
- (birds chirping in distance) - (tender music plays)
Zoya's father: And she saw a little girl...
walking along all alone in the world.
And she could see her whole future.
All the wonderful times with friends and family.
And also all the hardships, and struggles, and mistakes.
She could see it all.
And she wanted to reach out so desperately and hold her,
but she couldn't.
So instead, she looked at the girl's entire life
in front of her.
And with tears in her eyes, she whispered...
You're gonna do incredible things one day,
- Zoya Lowe. - (music fades)
You're gonna change the world.
♪ ("Viagem" by Taiguara plays) ♪
(song ends)
(gentle music plays)
(music fades)