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01x05 - Got Milk

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Pluribus". Aired: November 7, 2025 – present.*
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Set in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the series follows author Carol Sturka, who is one of only eleven people in the world immune to an unexplained virus that transforms the world's population into content and optimistic citizens.

01x05 - Got Milk

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[rhythmic beeping]

[slurping]

[slurping]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
- [Laxmi] How dare you make my son cry.

Laxmi?

You made everyone cry.

And you gave your chaperone
a heart attack. What is wrong with you?

First of all, I don't have a chaperone,
so stop calling her that.

Second of all, Zosia's gonna be fine,
thank you for asking.

- And third of all…
- Why do you do such things?

Are you mentally unsound?

Third of all… [inhales deeply]
…I learned something important.

Laxmi, I think that
there might be a way to fix…

You do not ever make my son cry again.

- [hang-up beep]
- [breathes heavily]

Hey, if Miss Sunshine asks
for my phone number again,

you tell her to pound sand.

She's gonna be all right, isn't she?

She's gonna be fine.

[exhales deeply]

[dreamy music playing]

[music stops]

[inhales sharply]

[clears throat]

[groans]

Hello?

Anybody here?

[line ringing]

- [man on phone] Hello, Carol.
- Hey.

- Uh, where-where did everybody…
- This is a recording.

At the tone, you can leave a message
to request anything you might need.


We'll do our best to provide it.

Our feelings for you
haven't changed, Carol.


But after everything that's happened,
we just need a little space.


[phone beeps]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

Oh, come on.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Fine.

Good riddance!

f*ck you!

[theme song playing]

Afflicted… Afflicted people.

[camera beeps]

[mumbles]

[clears throat]

[inhales deeply]

To my 12 fellow survivors, greetings.

I'm Carol Sturka.

Some of you know me.
Some of you I've yet to meet.

But…

if you're still one of us…

then this message is for you.

There is a way to undo this situation.

To turn the world back
the way it's supposed to be.

How do I know this?

Because earlier today,

these afflicted people, these Others,
they basically told me so themselves.

Because guess what? They can't lie.

Which is yet another thing
I've discovered.

This alien virus, or… [stammers]

…whatever it is,
it doesn't allow them to do that.

So, what is this solution exactly?

[clicks tongue] That they didn't tell me.

But-But they so resisted telling me,
that everybody suddenly burst into tears.

Worldwide, apparently.

Which I know upset at least one of you.

And then after that, they completely
abandoned the city I live in.

Leaving me here all alone.

Which says to me I'm on the right track.

Now, I realize some of you

think the world might be
better off this way,

with all the newfound peace,
love and understanding.

Enjoy that opinion.

Relish it.

Because it may be
the last one you ever possess.

And when the day comes

that you have peace and love
forced upon you, who knows,

maybe in that last fleeting moment

you might just realize
you treasured your individuality.

Please, let's work together.

The 13 of us.

'Cause it's gonna take
everything we've got.

But these people need saving.

We owe it to humanity.

Call me anytime, day or night.
[inhales deeply]

Good luck and godspeed.

[clears throat]

[camera beeps]

[line ringing]

[automated voice] Hello, Carol.

This is a recording.

At the tone, you can leave a message
to request anything you might need.


- Yes, yes. Mm-hmm.
- We'll do our best to provide it.

- Our feelings for you…
- Got it.

- …haven't changed, Carol.
- Got it.

- Got it.
- But after everything that's happened…

- Hmm. Got it.
- …we just need a little space.

[line beeps]

It's Carol.

I've made a video.

You're not gonna like it.

However, I want you to make 12 copies

and distribute them
to all of the other people like me.

And for those that don't speak English,

I want you to subtitle what I say
word-for-word.

I certainly can't force you to do this.

However, you doing it would please me,
and I know you're into that.

And conversely, if you don't do it,

I can't be held responsible
for the biblically shitty mood

in which I will no doubt find myself.

So, I'm gonna leave it outside
on the curb, by a rock.

And I'll stay far, far away
'cause God knows you need your space.

[breathes deeply]

[mechanical whirring]

[sighs]

[soft music playing]

[grunts]

[breathes deeply]

[smacks lips]

[sighs]

[object rattles]

[sighs]

- [wolves snuffling]
- No. No. No, no, no.

[snuffling continues]

Hey!

Get out of here!

[rustling stops]

[line ringing]

- [automated voice] Hello, Carol.
- [sighs]

This is a recording.

At the tone, you can leave a message
to request anything you might need.


- We'll do our best to provide it.
- [sighs]

Our feelings for you
haven't changed, Carol.


But after everything that's happened,
we just need a little space.


- [smacks lips]
- [phone beeps]

I want the lights back on. All of them.

Everywhere.

Now.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[automated voice] Hello, Carol.

This is a recording.

At the tone, you can leave a message
to request anything you might need.


We'll do our best to provide it.

Our feelings for you
haven't changed, Carol.


But after everything that's happened,
we just need a little space.


[phone beeps]

I need my trash picked up.

[phone rings]

Hello.

[automated voice] Hello, Carol.

This is a recording.

We can pick up your trash
as long as it's bagged,


and each bag weighs 17 pounds or less.

Please remove all bags from the bin

and place them on the curb
a minimum of two feet apart.


- Thank you.
- [line disconnects]

[drone whirring]

[smacks lips]

[drone grinding]

[drone whirring]

[drone powers off]

[lid clangs]

[sniffs]

[grunts]

[grunts, huffs]

[huffing]

[yelps]

[thuds]

[sighs]

You m*therf*ckers sure love your milk.

[sighs]

[mysterious music playing]

[sniffs]

[object clatters]

[music continues]

Hello!

[door creaking]

[rustling]

Hello?

[rustling continues]

- [crows cawing]
- [music fades]

- Shoo! Hey!
- [caws]

Shoo! Get out of there!

[cawing]

[crunching]

[industrious music playing]

- Greetings, fellow survivors.
- [music stops]

Carol Sturka here with an update.

Here where I live,
Albuquerque, New Mexico,

they drink this
like it's going out of style.

Th-These are little milk cartons,

the kind we give children
in elementary schools.

Back when we had elementary schools.

And children.

And, as you can see,
they seem to come in all kinds of flavors.

Plain, chocolate, strawberry, so on.

But the thing is,

it's not milk in any of them.

It is this one strange liquid.

And they make it
in this local dairy facility in my town.

Well, made. Past tense.

'Cause as I told you in my previous video,

they've shut everything down here
and abandoned me completely.

Which is… You know, whatever. Who cares?

But in this dairy,
they make this by mixing water

into…

this #D1AD2C powdery stuff.

Can you see that?

Whatever that is.

And then the resulting liquid is
all they seem to consume.

Look around where you live.

I'll bet they are manufacturing
this in every city in the world.

Everywhere there's a spare dairy
or a… a bottling factory.

Maybe where you are, it doesn't come
in a carton, it comes in a can,

but either way, it's this.

So what is this?

What does it do to them
when they drink it?

Could it be that this is
how they're all staying connected?

Here's what I know so far.

[sniffs]

It does not smell like anything.

But it's got this weird texture.

It's kind of like olive oil, but thinner.

That probably means something.

And I've got no idea
what makes it this color.

What would you call that? Amber?

Straw? Straw colored?

And I tested the pH. It is a… a 7.1,

which means…

Hang on, I have it marked.

It is

neutral.

Well, basically, it's neutral.

You know what else is neutral?

Celery.

And water, so…

Yeah.

[stammers] And it does not
contain chlorine.

So…

Anybody listening out there?

Huh? How about it, you 12?

Any response?

Are you even getting these?
'Cause how the f*ck would I know?

[camera beeps]

[sighs]

[screen beeps]

[sighs]

[camera beeps]

Greetings, fellow survivors.

Carol Sturka here with an update.

[drone whirring]

[panting]

[muffled thudding]

No.

[wolves digging]

No!

[tense music playing]

Get away from there!

Hey!

[wolves growling]

[snarling]

f*ck.

[snarling continues]

[dramatic music playing]

- [pants]
- [wolves howl]

[golf club clatters]

[panting]

Why won't you f*cking come loose?

[panting continues]

[tires squeal]

[siren blares, cuts out]

[tires squealing]

[music continues]

[growling]

[vehicle approaching]

[siren blaring]

[panting]

[music fades]

[siren continues]

[panting]

[siren fades]

[engine running]

[sighs]

[button clicks]

Son of a b*tch.

[engine stops]

[inhales deeply]

Son of a b*tch.

[sighs]

[optimistic music playing]

[engine starts]

[grunts]

[paving stone scraping]

[music continues]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

[grunts]

[sighing]

[music continues]

[music fades]

[inhales sharply]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

[intriguing music playing]

[music continues]

[grunts]

[gasps]

[ominous music playing]

[music fades]

- [metal clangs]
- [grunting]

[grunts]

[handle creaks, clangs]

[door scrapes]

[packaging rustling]

[gasps]

["Blues" playing]