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- [Kid] Mommy, mommy, hurry! Come on!

- Yo Mike, hey!

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(audience cheering)

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- He's got a gun! - Hey!

(kid screaming)

(gas hissing)

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- [Announcer] He shoots, three points!

That's four in a row for (indistinct).

The kid is on fire tonight!

On the bench. 12 points.

Just under three minutes away...

(phone ringing)

- [Logan] Carl, before you say anything, just let me ask,

did they use foul language when describing me?

Well, I think it is.

Hey, you know what? You know what?

Carl, we are the 800 pound gorilla.

We are the ones who sell the advertising.

What are they gonna do?

It's a bluff.

It's a bluff, Carl, and it's not even...

Even Lucy doesn't think so.

Hold on a sec. I got my wife calling.

(phone beeps)

Hey honey, I'm dangerously close to running late

and I've got Carl and his FCC shit on the other...

She did?

Well, tuck her in and I'll give her a kiss

when I get in and make it all better.

She won't even remember it by morning.

Hey, Gab, I'm sorry.

Let me switch back. Okay?

Love you.

Carl, here's the thing.

Listen, I am a brand name.

I have a formula.

You change the formula, you lose the listeners.

It is as simple as that.

People listen because of who I am and what I say,

And nobody wants to listen to a guy

with a fucking ball gag in his mouth.

This is god damn radio.

You want to talk then dial in, let's talk about this.

And you can explain to everybody listening,

how you like the FCC's dick in your ass

but you can say it without using profanity.

Bye.

- Better hurry up, pal.

You're on in five.

- They got you on payroll now, too?

I swear, Lucy has spies everywhere.

(elevator dings)

- [Radio Jock] All right, that's about gonna do it for me

on this balmy Friday night.

- Logan! - Hey hey.

- Nice of you to show up.

- I think Gil was hoping to take over for ya.

(Logan laughing)

- Not when I'm still alive.

What about you, Mags?

You gonna tune in tonight?

- Oh gee, Logan, I don't know.

I was kind of hoping to go to sleep tonight

without worrying about what tomorrow might bring.

- Ignorance is bliss.

- Hey, John. - Ah, he arrives.

Maggie, hold the door! (elevator dings)

- I'm not late. Don't say it.

Don't say it.

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- Greetings from the great one.

I am your host, Logan Bernhardt,

the man with all the answers to your pathetic lives,

the reason you stay awake at night,

the personality you can't resist,

the shrink you can't afford.

Welcome to heartburn.

Speaking of burns, I am joined by your favorite

semi-employed, near burnout, Gil, the Bickering Brickman.

- How come I don't get any- (audience applauding)

Oh, there's my applause.

Oh, you're too kind, you're too kind.

- How are you feeling tonight, Gil, man?

- Oh, I am ready to divide and conquer.

- Okay. Enough about your sex life.

This is my show.

- [Gil] Well, the lines are lit and we're ready to roll.

How you feeling?

- I'm feeling a little paranoid, my friend.

- You don't smell like pot

so you must be reading your hate mail again.

- No, apparently my ex-wife has run out of postage stamps

so it's something else actually,

it's something that's been bugging me since I was a kid.

And the only reason it's coming up now is because,

well, I was stuck in traffic

and I just, in fact didn't get a chance

to prepare for tonight's show.

- Awesome!

Sounds like a well-conceived eye-popping night

of insight and insanity.

- It's that top level entertainment

that's made us number one,

the mostest listened to show on the air.

- Mostest! - Yes.

And with a third world, third grade education,

I will be back to take your calls right after these words.

- [Lucy] Cutting it a little close, were we?

- It's not my fault.

I had to take Gabby's brother to the airport.

- You never took my family to the airport.

- [Logan] Well, you never asked me to.

- Because I knew you'd say no.

- Well, that's not fair.

I just, I just took Gabby's brother.

- You know, you do a lot of things for Gabby

you never did for me, Logan.

- Look, I made you my producer.

- I hired you to fill a time slot-

- Guys, we're back in 10.

- I brought you along after I made us number one.

- That was part of a divorce settlement-

- Back in five. - So what does that mean?

You get a better lawyer, you're a better person?

- [Lucy] In this town, are you kidding me?

- One.

- Yes, we're back.

This is Logan Bernhardt.

For the next five hours, we're gonna be talking about

P-A-R-A-N-O-l-A, paranoia.

I hope I spelled that right.

- I'm, I'm not sure.

But what has you all bent out of shape?

- It's the Taj Mahal.

- The...

The Taj Mahal has you paranoid?

- [Logan] Yes, and I'll tell you why.

- Oh, please do.

- [Logan] Have you ever, and I'm being serious now,

have you ever seen a picture of the Taj Mahal

that wasn't taken from the front?

You know, with a pool in the foreground

and there's the Taj Mahal.

(laughing)

I'm not kidding now.

It's starting to freak me out.

I mean, think about this.

Have you ever seen the side of the place

or the back for that matter?

- Come to think of it, no.

Is it real or is or somebody just trying

to pull the wool over the rest of the world's eyes?

- What do you think it is?

You think it's like a cardboard plywood cut out

that they painted to look like a palace?

- Maybe.

- And the use of that would be?

- That's why I'm so paranoid.

I mean, it's a famous palace.

I'm guessing it's in India.

I don't know, does royalty live there?

Is it the equivalent of the White House?

Or is it a failed Vegas style casino?

- You know, I really haven't thought that deeply about it.

- Ah-ha! Ah-ha!

And that's why I'm here, my lovable, but ignorant friend,

to shine light and give perspective to things

that we just don't put a lot of thought into.

- You know, I think it's something

that we could very easily find out online.

- No, no, don't!

That would defeat the whole purpose of my being here.

- You are paranoid, aren't you?

- Yes, I am. (laughing)

And I'm not alone.

That's why I want our callers to call in right now

and tell us why are you so freaking paranoid, America?

- You mean like the guy who lives across the street from me

who sits on his porch, sharpening knives,

staring, every time I mow the lawn?

- You've got a who sits on his porch and sharpens knives?

- Yeah.

And he's creepy.

I'm afraid one day he's going to come over, stab me,

then ask to borrow a cup of sugar.

- Oh, in that order. - Yeah. In that order.

- That would be something to be worried about.

Okay, I see the lines are lit up.

America, why are you so paranoid?

Caller number two, you're on the air.

- [Caller] Cat food!

- Did she just say "cat food"?

- Ma'am, why is cat food making you paranoid?

- Well, I keep looking at all the flavors

of cat food they have,

and I keep seeing things like "beef" on the side of the can.

- So you're concerned about beef flavored cat food?

- [Caller] Yeah!

That's a strange thing to feed a cat, don't you think?

I mean, I understand chicken and fish

because those could be something that a cat might kill.

- Cats kill fish? - I can't imagine

a domesticated cat being able to take down

a 1200 pound cow.

So how could it have acquired the taste

of something like that?

- [Gil] Your cat isn't from Texas, is it?

(laughing)

- [Caller] if those pet food companies

want to feed our cats beef,

who knows what they have in store for us down the line?

- [Logan] Who knows, indeed.

- [Caller] Maybe it's going to be like that 1970s movie

where they start using people as food.

- "Soylent Green"? - Ah-ha!

(cuckoo clock ringing)

- [Gil] Paranoid.

- Bingo!

Our first caller is not only a paranoid,

she is a total moron.

That's gotta be a record, isn't it, Gil?

- I do believe it is.

(gong bangs)

- If your cat is eating ground up cow balls or cow ears,

be happy.

Be happy that it doesn't cost more than 49 cents a can.

- [Caller] I hope you don't think I'm the kind of person

who's going to feed my-

- Ma'am. (toilet flushes)

You are an idiot.

Thank you for calling.

Now, is there anyone out there

who has a real reason to be paranoid?

Caller number three, you're on with Logan Bernhardt

and the Bickering Brickman.

- [Caller] I got to admit it, Logan,

I'm paranoid about aliens.

- Aliens.

So are you worried they're gonna come across

the Mexican border and feed your cat beef?

- [Caller] No.

I keep seeing all those shows of people who are abducted

and taken into outer space

where they have these things shoved up their rectum.

- Rectum damn near killed him.

- Sir, please, this is a family show.

- [Caller] I'm sorry.

It's just, I hear about this sort of thing all the time

and it isn't just in the country,

it happens in the city too.

They take you up in their ship

and they start experimenting on you,

doing whatever they feel like.

- Have you ever heard of crop circles?

- [Caller] Yes. Yes, I, yes, I have.

- And what do you think they are?

- [Caller] I don't know, but that's another good example.

- Okay, fine.

But just for kicks,

hazard a guess as to their purpose for doing such a thing?

- [Caller] Maybe it's their way of sending us messages.

They're trying to communicate with us.

- I thought you'd say that.

In fact, I knew you'd say that!

Let's put it this way.

If these aliens, uh, wanted to talk to us, communicate,

let's say even extract secret information from us...

Sir, do you even know what an alien looks like?

- Take me to your leader. - Do aliens

have rectal probes?

Bert, do aliens have rectums?

You sir, are a retard.

If you're so paranoid about aliens,

you shouldn't watch so much television.

- Why does our show always devolve into alien porn?

- You know, I wonder that often myself.

Okay. Moving right along.

Let's see our next caller refuses to give his real name.

(crowd groaning)

Okay, well let's call him uh...

- Fred.

- Fred, you're on. - Hi, Fred.

- What is making you so paranoid?

- [Caller] Muslims.

- Muslims?

Hm. That's a good one.

Fred, can you be more specific?

- [Caller] The way they're willing to blow themselves up

just to kill a couple of our soldiers.

- You know, Fred, I think a large majority of Muslims

haven't actually blown themselves up yet.

So maybe there's something else.

Could it be the way they talk?

Could it be their dark skin?

Could it be the way they smell?

I mean, they do eat goats after all.

- [Caller] It's the fact that they're obsessed

with hating us.

- You know, Fred, I think you're onto something.

And maybe that's why they're all moving to America

to get closer to us.

You've heard the old adage,

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

I mean, think about it.

They, they they'd been living in the Middle East

for what, over 10,000 years

and they still don't have it together.

Have you seen the way they live?

I'd be jealous of America too.

I mean, they live in a country loaded with oil,

but they live in these mud buildings

that crumble with the slightest little earthquake.

- What do you think?

- Let's see where he goes with it.

(phone ringing) - In a country where C4

and ball-bearings are fashion accessories.

- [Caller] Logan, you don't know what you're talking about!

- Yeah, hold on a sec.

It's his wife. She wants to talk to him.

- Tell her we'll have him call her back.

- [Bert] Uh, Gabby, he'll call you at the break, okay?

- [Caller] He was a religious leader.

He was a military leader,

and now they hate everybody who's not that same way.

- I hear what you're saying, sir.

Hatred is a terrible thing that doesn't do anybody any good.

Isn't that right, Gil?

- Yeah, maybe, maybe it's good business

for the guy in Iran who sells American flags.

- Good point.

Hey, you're not such an idiot after all.

- Oh, thank you. - So Fred,

do you hate people from the Middle East?

- [Caller] All I said was that everybody who's not-

- So what you're saying is you hate them?

- [Caller] That's not what I said. It's a proven fact!

You're putting words in my mouth.

- And there you have it, folks.

Fred hates Muslims. - That's not what I said!

- Fred hates Arabs.

Fred hates Persians. Fred probably hates the Jews.

And this is right after I just got done saying

that hatred doesn't do anybody any good.

Fred speaks his true mind

and shows America's real voice.

- [Caller] And trying to put words in my mouth!

You're just bul-

- Paranoia, fear of the unknown,

fear of the thing that lurks in the shadows

ready to pounce on us and take away everything we love.

Fear of Japanese technology

that hangs on our ears like a colostomy bag.

We'll be right back after these messages.

- [Gil] The Taj Mahal, isn't that in the Middle East?

- What is that? - What?

- What is that, is that an ear thingy?

- That? - Yeah.

- It's a Bluetooth for my cell phone.

You put it on your ear, like that.

- Oh, oh. I got to take a crap.

- You gonna tell him Gabby called?

- No, not yet.

We got a good one tonight.

Tell him in the next break. Okay?

- Your call.

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(man coughing)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(gun fires)

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- We're back in 20. - Loge!

- You got Vernon on line one

who's paranoid that the government is tapping his phone.

You got a guy on line two

who wants to know why you hate Muslims so much,

and another guy who's an offended Nazi

regarding your last call

and someone who says they had

some sort of an attack at the arena.

Who do you want first? - Uh...

Which, which line is Vernon on?

- Line one, we're back in five, four, three...

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- And we're back.

For those of you just now tuning in,

tonight's subject is paranoia.

Okay, on line one, we have an old friend.

You're on.

- [Vernon] Hello Logan, Gil.

It's uh, me, Vernon.

- Vern! - Vernon,

our favorite caller who thinks his phone

is being tapped again, still.

Vernon, have you checked under the bed yet?

I'm sure your missing life is there somewhere. (laughing)

- [Vernon] No seriously, I got a problem.

It's been worrying me since they passed that whole

Patriot Act thing. - Vernon.

- Yep. - I hear clicks

over my conversations all the time

when I'm on the phone.

I think the FBI is tapping my line.

- Interesting.

- Vernon, have you considered the possibility

that maybe you've just got a bad phone,

or are you just jumping over that

and going right to the FBI thing?

- [Vernon] I'm pretty sure it's the FBI.

- I think Vernon makes a good point.

- Do you think that you're that high on the radar

that you would merit that kind of investigation?

- [Vernon] I think I am.

There's no other explanation.

I smoke pot sometimes and I'm worried-

- Ya don't say.

I'd tap his lines too if I had heard

some of his past phone calls.

- Vernon,

your phones are not being tapped.

- I think he's being tapped.

- You think he's being tapped?

Your phones are being tapped.

I think they're being tapped by the president.

- [Vernon] I better go, uh...

I heard some kind of noise outside.

(rat squeaking)

- And say hi to the Secretary of Defense for us.

- Bye, Vernon. (toilet flushing)

Yes, I'm pretty damn sure the feds

are listening to this program.

Okay. Our next caller is on.

Hello, is this the FCC? - Hello, Hello!

Am I on the air?!

Have you got me?! - Hey, hey, slow it down.

- I'm calling from my cell. - Are you on meth?

- I'm just down the street! - Or is this love

at first sight?

- [Caller] From near your building!

There's been some kind of attack during the game I think.

I mean, people are going crazy out here.

I saw a guy get run over right in front of me.

- Okay, easy, easy. - Everyone's trying

to get away, people are mobbing street.

- Seems a little early to be celebrating a championship,

don't you think? - It's like...

I've never seen anything like it.

- Have we won any games this year?

- [Logan] I don't think so.

- [Caller] I mean, cops, lights are flashing,

but it's not doing anything!

- All right, take it easy, buddy.

- I'm not joking man! - Take it-

- [Caller] Logan, this right downtown.

Can't you see it outside your window!?

- Gil, let's go to the window.

(people yelling)

Okay, folks, bear with us.

- [Caller] You looking out your window?

I'm sitting in my car.

- [Logan] Sorry, pal. All can see your other buildings.

- [Caller] I was at the convention center next door.

We heard sirens.

I didn't think it was anything.

They were running like it was fucking Godzilla.

- All right. All right, folks.

This is not a family show, but it's not a freak show either.

Let's check the vulgarity at the door

and let's get back to business.

(dramatic music)

Oh great!

Apparently not only does the FCC hate us,

but also God is taking his whacks as well.

Sorry, folks. The lights have gone off in the studio.

Bury, am I even talking to anybody?

- [Burt] Uh, yeah, we're good.

Backup gennys kicked in, computers are up, we're live.

- [Gil] Oh, yay!

- Well, yes, folks.

I guess God wants us to illuminate you after all.

The lights have come back on.

- Maybe it's the aliens coming for us Loge.

I mean, they like this flickering light gag thing.

- Yeah, but why?

Why would they, why would they hate this show so much?

- There are many reasons. - Okay.

Let's try to get back to the insanity here.

Okay, caller number four, you're on.

Please save me here. - Dude.

Turn on your TV. It's real. (dramatic music)

- Dude, I'm starting to think that paranoia

wasn't a good subject matter to dwell on tonight.

- You know, I often wonder, Gil man,

what this city would be like

if I weren't here to talk some sense into it.

- I wonder that all the time.

- All right, let's roll the dice and take another call.

Okay. You're on with- - It's time to face the truth.

The great maker has put his wrath down upon us

for not looking at his domain.

The plague of the age is upon us.

The end is near. Seek salvation, Logan.

- Dad, is that you again?

I'm changing my number.

- Uh, okay folks.

Apparently it's a free call night

at the VA Hospital Psych Ward.

(tense music)

Uh, let's take another call.

- [Caller] Logan. Logan, do you hear me?

Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

There's been another attack.

- [Reporter] Emergency fire and rescue units

have been called in from at least seven stations

in the metropolitan area.

- Uh, folks. It appears that there is a situation here.

Uh, I'm going to, uh,

go to a break just to get some more information,

but please, please stay tuned.

I'll be, I'll be, I'll be right back.

- [Reporter] Please lock your windows,

your doors and stay inside- - Dead air!

Burt, dead air!

Go to a song or a commercial or something!

(dramatic music)

- Dear, listen very carefully.

I need you to get the kids together and get in the...

No, no, I don't understand what's going on.

I can't explain anything.

Just get the kids together and...

What?!

Well, call her up and get Billie home now!

(suspenseful music)

Listen to, listen to me!

I'm watching...

I can't explain it, baby.

No, no, listen. I gotta go.

I...

It'll be o...

Baby, I love you.

I gotta go.

(gun cylinder spins)

(man sighing)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(men breathing heavily)

- [Reporter] Those stuck in- - This is bananas.

- [Reporter] We hope for their sakes-

- What's happening? - They don't know.

Some sort of riot broke out during the game,

they think a bomb went off.

All these people came running out of the stadium

just going nuts. - Oh.

Tourism's gonna love that.

- Watch, if they show this clip again,

this woman, she was...

- I now understand we have crews-

- I don't know what they'd done to her,

but she was completely covered in blood.

We thought we were looking at a picture

of a dead body, right?

- Then all of a sudden, she just jumps up, just like that.

She starts going nuts.

(phone ringing)

- I got it.

- [Reporter] On such a mass scale,

I'm not exactly sure how something like that

can be carried out.

- Hello?

Yeah, we're already watching it.

Well, how many stations?

Well, we can if you want.

Let me ask Logan.

It's Carl.

He said all the other stations have switched over

to the Emergency Broadcast System.

He wants us to switch over too.

- What? Give me that.

Carl, it's Logan.

We can't switch now, we're right in the middle of the show.

Not to mention a couple of blocks away from this thing.

Well, let them switch if they want to!

People are gonna want a voice of reason, not a stranger!

I am calm!

I am calm.

Carl, I have got to stay on the air.

I have got to tell people to stay away from downtown.

We have half a million listeners

who don't have access to a television.

What?

Ah.

Are we the only ones in the building right now?

- Uh...

Yeah, I think we're the only ones up here for this station.

I don't know about the rest of the building.

- Uh, yes, I think so.

I'm not sure.

Pretty much if...

I mean, it's Friday.

What?

What's with all the frigging questions?

What time does the front door lock downstairs?

- I think the front of the building

automatically locks at like nine, it's on a timer,

but, uh, the garage and elevator,

they're always open. - Shouldn't we lock 'em?

- I'm Natalie Find and I'm reporting from downtown,

and this is one of the most horrific incidents

that we have seen thus far.

Oh my God!

They just pulled the police officer out of the vehicle.

They're attacking him!

The mob is attacking him.

- [Gil] Guys, we gotta batten down the hatches.

- Carl, are you seeing this?

They just got a cop.

I'm staying on the air until they get this under control.

I gotta go. - They're beating him down.

Just moments ago, this corner was actually secure.

(reporter screaming)

- Holy shit!

Did you guys just see that!?

(reporter screaming)

Oh my God!

How can they show that on live TV?

- Lobby guy, lobby guy, what's his name?

- Tom. - It's Ted.

- [Logan] Well, we gotta tell him to lock the front door.

- I'm on it.

- Garage. What about the garage?

- Oh. He can call down. - Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- Let's sit.

(phone ringing)

(woman screaming) (dramatic music)

- Fuck, what the...

Shit. (woman screaming)

Hey, get off her!

Hey, man, I'll shoot.

I'll shoot!

(gun fires) (woman screaming)

(gun fires)

(woman screaming)

(gun firing)

Help me! Help me!

(zombies grunting)

(guard yelling)

(phone ringing)

- He still didn't answer?

- Burt, I gotta get back on the air.

Burt.

- It's all yours.

I gotta see what's going on.

Find Gil. - Burt.

Wait, Burt.

(upbeat music)

Logan, Gabby called earlier.

- What?! When!? - Earlier.

We had just gotten started.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Loge, you were on a roll. We just...

None of this has happened.

- [Recording] You've reach the Bernhardts-

(phone beeps)

(man panting)

(man sighing)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(elevator dings)

(suspenseful music)

- Ted?

(zombie grunting)

Oh, shit.

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on!

(zombies groaning)

(soft elevator music)

(Gil panting)

- [Caller] I'm stuck! I'm stuck on the Sixth Street bridge!

All the cars have stopped and everybody's there.

They're honking their horns, but, it's not...

Oh no. (horns honking)

- What, what do you see, sir? - No, no, no!

God no, please! (people screaming)

- Sir, stay with me.

What's, what's happening? - They're on foot!

They're on foot!

They just pulled some people from the cars!

They got kids!

The...

They pulled them out onto the street!

- Oh my God. - Oh God!

They're just wailing on 'em!

- If there are any police or emergency personnel,

please, someone, somebody, please do the right thing

and get to the Sixth Street Bridge.

(Lucy gasps) (dramatic music)

- [Caller] Right in front of me!

This is unbelievable! This is fucking unbelievable!

- Something is wrong.

Something is seriously wrong.

This is not a normal riot.

It is not.

It's not normal god damn it!

God damn it! It's not normal.

- Hey.

- It isn't right.

It is their eyes.

They are like bleeding out of their eyes.

It's like someone maced them or pepper sprayed them, right?

But then they went nuts!

But that isn't even it!

The words can't explain.

- [Lucy] Logan.

- Uh, is our old caller still on?

Uh, sir, can you still hear us?

- [Caller] Yeah. Yeah. I'm still here.

I'm in my truck but I'm down, I'm down on the floor.

They're outside. They're right, they're right outside.

Shit! Shit! Please.

You gotta get somebody here, man.

You gotta get somebody-

- Sir, I have asked for help.

Just, uh, lie low, uh, take it easy, be quiet.

- [Caller] Jenny, baby, I love you so much.

I'm coming home.

Oh God, I'm so scared.

- We'll get some help to you.

Sir, help is on the way.

Just take it easy. - They're screaming outside.

- If there is anyone in the vicinity of the Sixth Street...

- These people are running around,

they're bleeding, they're screaming.

Oh, God, please don't let 'em find me.

Oh, it's so fucked!

Oh no, no, no, shit!

No, no, shit! Shit! They see me!

They see me! This guy, this guy sees me!

(glass shattering)

(caller yelling and grunting)

(caller gurgling)

(dial tone drones)

- Jesus Christ, what's happening?

- We gotta get the fuck out of here.

- No.

We are much safer here.

Where's Burt? (elevator dings)

- [Reporter] Police have have issued a call

for SWAT teams to defend on the area.

If you were planning to spend your Friday evening downtown,

it is quickly becoming apparent

that other plans should be made,

because this seems to be a rapidly escalating situation

and turning into something that we haven't seen

since the Los Angeles riots in 1992.

- While information is coming in muddled at best,

we now have reports of attacks south of the downtown area

and moving into residential areas as far west as-

(dramatic swooshing)

If you are indoors, it is strongly suggested

that you remain where you are until we can get a grasp

of exactly what we are dealing with here.

The situation seems to be growing by the minute.

The metropolitan area is likely going to be put

into some kind of a lockdown or quarantine,

though at such a mass scale,

I'm not exactly sure how something like that

can be carried out.

The police and the National Guard are on full alert

as you might imagine.

Several of our staff have gone to the street level

with cameras in order to see what we can pick up

outside our studio.

- [Reporter] if you're just joining us now, a quick update,

as Air Force One makes its way back across the Mid-Atlantic,

we're expecting a news briefing with the White House

and the vice president.

We are told that we will be given new information

in just under 13 minutes from now.

Please stay with us as this news

is changing from minute to minute.

(Burt sighs)

I'm gonna send it over to my colleague,

Mort Driscoll, who's in the field.

He's broadcasting-

(zombie groaning) (dramatic music)

(elevator dings)

- Close, close, close, close.

(Burt yelling) (dramatic music)

(both grunting)

Help! (grunting)

Help!

(yelling)

Give me some help! - Oh my God!

- [Burt] Give me some help! I could use some help here, man!

A little help- - Shit.

- [Burt] Help me! - Push him in!

Just get him in there.

That's it. - What the hell, man?

- Is that blood? - No.

I choked the wind out of him.

Everybody just get back.

- What the hell's going on here?

Uh, that...

- Whoa!

What'd you do that for?

- What!?

- Well, now he can come back up as soon as he comes to!

- Not to mention, bring some friends.

- That wasn't Tanner!

I just saw him downstairs.

- We need to do something before he wakes up.

We need to do something now!

- Stop it. Stop it. He is already awake.

- We need to do something that's gonna stop him for good.

- How are we gonna do that?

Burt.

Burt! - Come on, guys.

We've got to think about what we're doing.

Burt. - Burt.

(suspenseful music)

That's a mop, Burt.

You're gonna kill him with a mop?

Jesus, Burt. Easy, man.

Everybody stay back. (elevator dings)

Stay back, stay back. Everybody just stay back.

(dramatic music)

- That's not good.

- Oh, shit!

Shit.

- I don't know if I'm happy or scared that he is not here.

- It wasn't gone long enough for him

to make it back down to the garage.

He probably got off a floor or two below us.

- Oh shit!

Oh shit!

- It's closing!

- There's a kill switch in there. Come on!

- I got it, I got it.

(elevator rings)

- He's got keys, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah. He's a security guy.

- We're not done here.

And that's supposed to do what?

- Fuck you.

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man panting)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man sobbing)

(suspenseful music)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man sobbing)

- I gotta get a hold of Gabby.

I gotta get her in the car and tell her to, uh,

start driving. - Where?

- Anywhere, I don't care, just away!

- Are you serious? The freeways are jammed.

You heard what happened on the bridge.

- You should tell her to lock the door,

turn out the lights and pretend like she's not home.

- I'm sorry. I didn't tell you that she called before.

- Look, leave it, leave it.

(busy signal beeping)

Aw shit, it's busy.

- Here, I'll keep trying. - Leave it!

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(drill whirring)

Burt! Do we have any callers on?

Okay, uh...

Uh, you're on.

- [Caller] Where are you, man? What happened?

You went off the air and I'm like freaking out, fool.

- Um, well, we've had a few things to deal with here.

- [Caller] You're leaving your post? You can't just do that.

- Uh, well, it's, uh,

we've all got a lot of stuff on our plate here.

Uh, anyway- - Paranoia.

(Logan sighs)

- What about it? - You asked for it.

I guess you got it, culero.

You're a fucking asshole.

- Sorry about that, Loge.

(solemn music)

- Okay, folks, it looks like, uh,

we're getting some news on television right now.

- Good evening.

I have a brief announcement

and I will not be taking any questions.

At approximately 11:05 p.m. in the East

and 8:05 on the West Coast,

a series of explosions occurred

at a number of sporting events

and public gatherings across the country.

While initial reports indicate

that the explosions itself caused only minor damage,

there seems to be evidence that these explosions

were themselves, the trigger

for release of some foreign substance or toxin

in the area of the explosions.

We're not sure of the nature

of what was released at this time.

The Center for Disease Control is conducting

a full battery of tests and we will announce their findings

as soon as they are made available.

- It happened. It finally happened.

- The total number of victims affected

could be in the tens of thousands, perhaps more.

The National Guard has been activated in all states.

And effective immediately,

the National Terror Alert Status is now red.

All Americans are encouraged to stay calm, but vigilant.

Stay home, stay indoors,

tune into your television and radio broadcasts

for further information.

- That's it? That's it? That's all they know?!

- Well, at least we got some free advertising.

(suspenseful music)

- It doesn't make any sense.

How could an explosion make people

want to tear each other apart like that?

- Uh, carjacking.

Maybe people just want to get out of there

as quickly as possible.

- You saw...

- My, uh, partner, the Gil man, disagrees.

Uh, you're on the air.

- [Caller] Man, thank God I got through

'cause I want to tell you what I know

'cause it's way more than what they're saying on TV.

And I don't know why they waiting 'cause it's obvious, man,

obvious to anyone who's seen one of these things

that they are sick and they contagious as a mother fucker.

- These things, what do you mean things?

- [Caller] These things, man!

These sick mother fuckers running in the street

with the bloody eyes.

It ain't no riot.

I know riots and I live four miles from the arena

and it ain't no track star coming to jack me,

know what I'm saying?

- [Logan] No, I don't know what you're saying.

Can you, can you please be more clear?

I'm trying to, I'm confused here.

- [Caller] They're sick man, like with rabies.

You seen a dog with rabies,

they bite at you, they scratch you.

You got it man. Fast, like rapid onset.

Somebody got us good.

- What are you saying?

That they, that this was a rabies bomb?

(glass shattering)

- [Caller] Logan, Logan, I got a situation.

I'm gonna have to get back at you.

- Hey, guys.

The security guard, Tanner,

he scratched me in the elevator.

Should I be worried?

- Are you bleeding?

- No, I don't think so.

- Do you feel like you're about to go crazy?

- Yeah. Every day in my life.

- You're fine.

Uh, caller, are you still there?

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(man panting)

- Logan. (suspenseful music)

- All right, folks.

I am looking at a map on the television in our studio.

I'm going to hazard a guess that cities that are being shown

are the ones that have been attacked.

In no particular order, we have a Washington, DC,

New York City, Pittsburgh.

(man speaking in foreign language)

Seattle.

San Diego.

Los Angeles.

Uh, it's catastrophic.

Gabby, if you can hear me, uh, please call me.

Folks, Gabby is my wife.

Uh, the call that I,

I hope to hear first,

but, uh, our lines are open.

We will, uh, we will be taking your calls

throughout the night.

Uh, so please do call us.

Uh.

(sighs)

(Burt coughing) Our lines are open.

- I don't get it.

These terrorists are smart,

but they're stupid.

I mean, they've got this super rabies

that they know is very infectious.

They have to know it's gonna go global

and it'll come back to them in the Middle East

and they'll start tearing themselves apart.

- Nobody said this was from the Middle East.

- Oh. (laughs)

Oh. Where do you think it's from?

- Maybe it's from the Taj Mahal, Gil.

- That's a good one.

- Anthrax wasn't from the Middle East.

- Okay. Let's take a call.

You're on with Logan and Gill.

And Lucy.

- [Caller] Hey Logan, listen.

I'm calling from Eastbrook.

These crazies have made it here from downtown.

I can see them running up and down the streets

just going nuts, going in and out of houses,

pulling out women and children.

Oh God.

- You saw it?

- Yeah, this shit's happening right in front of me!

Oh geeze, I'm sorry. Can I say that on the air?

- I don't think we have to worry about the FCC now.

Did you just say Eastbrook?

- [Caller] Yeah. South. Just off Monroe.

- Gabby. - What's going on there?

- [Caller] It's crazy, man!

There all over the place!

I gotta go.

- God damn it. I gotta get out of here.

Gabby.

Gabby, if you can hear me, honey,

you need to lock all the doors,

barricade the place.

Uh, and please call me.

- I'm sure they're fine, Lo.

- I gotta go. I gotta go.

- Logan. Logan. Wait.

Wait! Think!

You'll never make it!

- Dude. She's right.

The roads are jammed.

Unless you go by foot, you're stuck.

- You're stuck.

Unless you had a bike.

- Oh God, say that you drove your bike today.

- It's in the garage.

- Look, you got to give me the keys.

- You've never ridden a motorcycle.

You'll kill yourself.

- How hard can it be?

You just turn the thing on the handle!

- No, man, you won't make it out of the garage.

- It's ringing. (phone ringing)

(suspenseful music)

- Come on, come on.

- [Voice Recording] You reached the Bernhardts.

Here comes the beep!

(machine beeps)

- Gabby.

Gabby, are you there?

Honey, for God's sake, wake up and answer the phone.

Look, if you get this,

just lock everything and call the station.

I don't know what else to do.

I love you, Gabby. I'm scared.

Just take DD and find a safe spot to hide.

You'll be safe. Okay, you'll be fine.

Okay. I love you.

(solemn music)

- I'll go. - What?

- I'll go.

I'm the only one who can ride that bike.

- Gil, you can't.

- I can't ask you to do that.

- Well, you don't have to ask because I'm already doing it.

The crazies are already out of downtown by now.

They've thinned out.

I'll take the side streets and you guys can stay on the air.

- And you do that for me?

- Oh, don't make me pull out a violin.

Of course, I'd do it for you.

You guys need to stay on the air.

Do what you do best.

- I don't know what to say.

- Well, that's a first.

- Okay.

If you get to my place, if the roads are open,

you get Gabby and DD and you put them in the SUV

and you get out of the city.

- What if it's as bad as we thought?

- Then you barricade the house.

And you can even fuck up Gabby's curtains.

Hey, hey, hey.

This ear thingy, will this fit under your helmet?

- All right. I got you patched in.

As long as there's cell coverage,

we should be able to broadcast.

- Oh.

Gonna be one hell of a traffic report.

- Be careful.

- It's gonna be good radio.

- I owe you, pally.

- No, you put me on the number one radio show

when I was getting unemployment checks.

But there is one thing.

If I survive, I went Tuesdays.

- You get to my family,

I will play your ignorant, but a lovable sidekick.

- You heard that. - Yeah.

All right, I'm gonna go down with you

and that way I can bring up the elevator.

- Make sure he gets out of the garage.

- You sure you want to take the elevator?

- Well, I'm not taking the stairs if that's what you mean.

I may be nuts, but I'm not crazy.

Showtime.

- Hey. Talk to us. - Word.

- Good luck.

(Burt coughing)

(elevator whirring)

(soft elevator music)

- You ready to do this?

- Ready.

(Burt coughing)

Hey, you all right, man?

- Are you there, pal? - Yeah, I'm here.

I'm here. We're headed down now.

- Folks, uh, for the next, uh,

what I hope will be a very short duration,

Uh, you'll be listening to a live broadcast

from a very good friend of mine.

A very good friend, indeed.

Gilbert Brickman.

Uh, he's taking to the streets,

uh, in an attempt both to reach my,

my family, my, my wife and daughter,

but also to provide us a live and lucid firsthand account

of the terrible events that are unfolding today.

- And with that introduction, oh crap.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, shit.

Murphy, you lawmaking son of a bitch.

- Turn it back on. (Burt coughing)

Now they're off. On.

You all right there?

Oh, shit.

(Burt screaming) (dramatic music)

Burt!

It's me, it's me!

He's going freaking crazy!

Help! Help!

He can't get through the helmet.

He can't get through my helmet.

Burt, get off me!

Get off of me!

Don't make me...

(Burt grunting)

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I just stabbed Bert.

His, his mop.

I stabbed him.

Oh, damn it.

(clearing throat) (elevator dings)

I'm getting him off the elevator.

Logan.

Loge.

I'm not sure what you want me to do here, but I'm...

I'm just sticking with the plan.

I'm sending the elevator back up

but Burt is not going to be on it.

- Get the kill switch.

- [Gil] Loge, you know I had no choice, man.

I really had no choice.

- Keep the door open.

Gil, it's not your fault.

- [Gil] Well, it's nice you say that.

- Are you all right?

- [Gil] I feel like I'm gonna puke.

- No, no, Gil. You're going to see my family, damn it.

Are you all right? - Aw, yeah, yeah.

Full leather. He couldn't touch me.

(Lucy sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(elevator dings)

(elevator dings)

(elevator whirring)

- [Gil] I'm to my bike!

(engine sputtering)

Come on, come on, come on!

My bike!

My bike is fucked.

Come on! Not now!

All right, I'm gonna try to get it moving,

I'm gonna try to get moving.

Here we go.

(engine revving)

Oh, shit! Come on, baby!

(solemn music)

(Lucy sighs)

(gun cocks)

Damn it, damn it!

They cut off my exit. Where's another exit!?

Where's another exit? Tell me now!

Is it back here?!

Back here.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Okay, mother fucker!

(dramatic music)

Logan,

Burt is going out.

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

I'm at the gate!

Come on, come on.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

(engine revving)

Dude, get out of here!

(man yelling)

(suspenseful music)

All right, I'm out.

I'm on the street.

- We're right here. Right with ya, pal.

The connection isn't great, but we got you.

- [Gil] Burt is uh, he followed me out

but the gate was lodged open.

He could go back in and I don't know

whatever else out there could go back in too!

Did you kill that elevator?

- Uh, Lucy's on it.

- Okay, well, once she's back,

I'd say barricade the doors in there

and don't open anything for anyone.

Okay. I think I'm lost.

- Do you see any street signs? - No. No.

It's kind, It's a warehouse. Yeah.

- Are you still downtown? - Just hold a second.

- [Logan] Gil.

Gil, what's happening.

Gil, can you hear me? - Just hold on.

- [Logan] Gil.

- Oh shit! - What?

- Hold on. I gotta get out of here.

These freaks are all over the place.

Hold on, hold on, I gotta...

(engine revving)

Hey, hey, hey!

Okay, I just got jumped! (tires screeching)

There's like 500 people all at once

coming like a feeding frenzy.

Everybody's screwed up!

I'm gonna get back on the main street.

- Gil, try to find the intersection, the address.

Are you all right? Can you hear me?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm back downtown.

I'm on Western. Okay.

This is all...

It's like a ghost town out here.

It's not what we thought.

There's less people than we thought.

I don't know if the people are dead or hiding.

Or already turned.

- Are people in groups, alone?

Uh, has everyone turned?

- Man, I wish I knew.

I seem to be the only one on the road that's not infected.

- [Logan] Well, it could be like 9/11, everyone's...

- Yeah, it just makes me crazy for being out here.

(indistinct)

Oh crap! (tires screeching)

Hold on, Loge.

(people screaming)

Hey, Logan.

I hope your wife is listening

'cause she better have that door open.

(zombies grunting)

- [Logan] Gil!

Keep talking to us.

- Oh, baby! - What is it?

(Gil grunting)

Gil, are you there?

Can you hear me?

(man screaming)

If you can hear me please, Gil.

- Logan?

Logan?

(zombies growling) (engine whirring)

- Uh, folks, for those of you listening

and those of you just now tuning in,

we did have a live connection with my partner, Gil,

who is making his way through town.

We are attempting to reestablish that contact.

So, uh, so please bear with me.

- How many of you are in the building?

- I don't know. I don't know who's in the building.

There were maybe four of us up here.

I don't know-(gun cocks)

- What do you mean you don't know?

- I don't know. I can't think with that thing in my face.

- Who else is in the building!?

- One of us just left.

One isn't coming back.

I, I...

Maybe just two!

- Sh!

You better hope there's only two.

- Good evening. You're on with Logan Bernhardt.

What's on your mind?

- [Vernon] Logan.

It's me, Vernon.

- Vernon. It's good to hear your voice.

- [Vernon] I remember when I told you before I heard a noise

and I had to go?

I was right.

Someone was spying on me.

I found him in my living room.

I think he must've been FBI or CIA or something.

He attacked me.

I figured he must've heard us talking

and decided to do something about the wire tap and all.

They must really hate us talking about our secret.

(zombie screaming)

- Vernon, have you been watching TV?

Have you been listening to the show?

(suspenseful music)

- [Vernon] This guy tore me up something fierce.

I played dead for a bit

and that seemed to fool him because he took off.

- Vernon, this is not what you think.

Something has happened.

You're not the only one.

- [Vernon] I know.

There's many more who've been singled out

by big brother, but...

(coughing)

Logan.

I'm not sure I'll gonna be able to call in anymore.

I just wanna tell you I really love listening to you.

There's a reason your number one.

- Vernon, are you still there?

- [Vernon] I...

I can't see.

My eyes are getting blurry.

They, they sting.

Oh my God.

They're bleeding!

- Vernon, stay with me.

(Vernon grunting)

- [Vernon] Oh, it hurts so...

(dramatic music)

(Vernon grunting)

(Logan gasps)

Uh, we'll be right back after this break.

What is this? Who are you?

- Just a fan here to hijack your listeners.

How many do you have right now?

- What?

- How many right now are listening?

- A million a show.

Sometimes more.

Tonight, probably a lot more.

- Tonight.

What's been happening?

You had something to do with this.

- I want you to go on there and tell your million listeners

you just got a call from FEMA.

It's of the upmost importance

they get out of their homes and leave the city.

- Oh, that's, that's crazy.

They...

They're safer inside.

- The streets are completely- - Yes, I know.

But that is

what you will tell 'em.

You tell him they must.

For there will be a nuclear explosion

in the center of the town.

- He's lying.

(man laughing)

(Lucy gasping)

- Am I lying when I say I will shoot you

and her and never once regret it?

Sit!

Go on there and say what I want

or I will kill your friend.

I want people out of their homes.

Make no mention of my presence.

- Everyone, uh,

I've just gotten a notice from my producer.

As terrible as this night has already been,

we now get word that there is a nuclear device

that has been activated

and set to explode

at an undisclosed location somewhere downtown.

(gun fires) (Lucy sobbing)

- Do you think I'm a fool?

Do it or I will kill you and make the announcement myself.

I want you to place the whole blame

on the Muslims for everything.

I want to hear the hatred in your voice.

- This is bullshit, Logan.

- What?

(gun cocking)

- I want you to blame the Muslim religion.

Do it!

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you for staying with us.

It has come to our attention

that not only are there tens of thousands of maniacs

running loose on the streets of downtown,

there's also now a word of a potential nuclear threat.

This is a first report,

but it seems likely it's due to Muslim terrorists.

Look, I take that back.

There isn't anything likely about it.

It's the Muslims, who the hell else would it be?

I mean, come on these camel jockey towel heads

have been responsible for all the grief in this country

since September 11th, 2001.

I mean, hell even further back than that.

I mean, can anyone ever remember a time

when there wasn't a turbulence and terrorism

and general catastrophic fucked up shit

coming out of the Middle East?

I mean, take your pick.

You've got the Ayatollah, Bin Laden, Saddat,

Saddam, Arafat, the Chechen Rebels, suicide bombers.

I mean, what the hell?

Can't you people just get a hobby

where someone doesn't end up lying dead in the street?

We live in a new era, people.

Anthrax was used by pussies.

Oh, we're way past that now.

We're into the big boy toys.

We're gonna take another short break and be back after,

after nothing.

I don't have any commercials.

Please just stay with us.

- Mr. Bernhardt.

Very good.

It will do.

- Why the Muslim angle?

- Anger, hate.

- Against your own people.

- You stoke the fire.

Then you focus it.

Such is politics.

Seven hours left.

Continue your show, do whatever you do.

Answer calls or...

Just don't mention that I'm here.

- Thanks for staying with us.

You'll have to excuse these periodic breaks.

This is not your typical Logan Bernhardt Show tonight.

We started this evening with, uh,

the topic of paranoia.

How appropriate of a topic that ended up being.

The phone lines are open.

You're on the air.

- [Gabby] Logan, it's me, Gabby.

- Oh, thank God you're all right.

Are you safe, honey?

- Yes.

- Did Gil make it to the house?

- Gil's coming here?

Logan, what's going on?

I turned on the show after I heard your message.

Why did you just say those things about Muslims?

- Sometimes the truth hurts and it,

some things need to be said.

- I know you don't believe that.

- Is DD all right?

- She's fine.

Logan, why did you just say those things?

- Honey, there's something I need to tell you.

I'm being...

Oh God.

Oh.

Gabby, are you still there?

- Logan!

Hello?

- Mommy.

(Gabby gasps)

- Gil!

Come around, come around the front door.

Go get the front door, baby.

Logan, Gil's here.

- [Logan] Okay. Oh, that's great.

Tell him to...

- Logan!

- Gabby?

(DD screaming)

- Mommy!

(dramatic music)

- Go! - One, one.

(Gil grunting)

(Gil growling)

(DD screaming)

Shh, shh!

Call 911!

Go call 911, okay?

Go, go!

Hurry.

(busy tone ringing)

- It's busy!

(suspenseful music)

(DD panting)

(Gabby and DD screaming)

(Gil growling)

- Mommy! (sobbing)

(DD screaming)

- Gabby!

- Sh.

(Gil grunting)

(DD crying)

(Gil grunting)

(Gil yelling)

- I want you to explain that the virus release

was developed by a US lab in Quantico, Virginia,

under a contract to the Department of Defense.

- Another lie to spread panic?

- Every word true.

Now is when we focus.

Shift the hate in the proper direction.

- People aren't about hate and blame.

They're trying to survive, you moron.

- You have very big mouth.

In seven hours when man's family dies at his feet,

he thinks of only who to blame.

And the blood is on your flag.

What civilized nation develops new diseases,

new bombs, always new methods to kill and control?

You think a man in a bombed out hole in Afghanistan

made this virus?

Make the announcement.

Let your people know the hell that was made in their name.

Do it.

- Fuck you!

(both grunting)

Lucy, get the gun!

Get the gun!

- Enough!

Sit before I kill you.

You do that again and your brain will spray the walls.

Sit!

My syringe!

You killed me! You killed me!

- I have a kid.

- As do I.

Now with no father. You broke my syringe!

I need that vaccine!

Perhaps our father has chosen,

we'll one day kill each other.

- Wait! I can get you a syringe.

Downstairs in accounting, our, our account manager.

He's a diabetic.

He has needles in his desk.

- You go. Get up.

(Logan grunting)

Takes the stairs. Go!

I trust you know not to leave the building.

If you're not back in 10 minutes,

I kill her and come seeking you.

- I'll be back in five.

- I'm thirsty.

Is there more water?

- Oh my God.

Your eyes. - I need water.

- Just here.

The supply closet is right here.

Through the door.

Right here, see this door?

You're turning into one of those things, aren't you?

- I was exposed.

Without the antiserum, I will change soon.

- How long do you have?

- Now, you're an investigative reporter?

Why not wait for (indistinct) to tell you what to think?

- I did hard news for six years.

- Your hard news is runaway brides

and celebrities and rehab.

Show me bullet wounds in your body

and then tell me about hard news.

Where's American media with Israel

phosphorus bombing on Lebanese children at night?

Where is American media when Obama Bin Laden

cashes his paychecks from the CIA.

- So Osama Bin Laden isn't hardcore enough for you?

- Osama Bin Laden is your Santa Claus.

A lie (indistinct).

(suspenseful music)

- So what happens in seven hours?

- In seven hours, the virus

will have overwhelmed the bodies.

And you're infected start to drop death in the street

and then it's over.

There is no global

plague.

Just enough to destroy a city.

Say, every man, woman, and child in Tehran

as it was intended by your sick fucking government.

- If you hate the government so much,

why did you attack the American people?

- People get the government they deserve.

So fuck your people.

(suspenseful music)

(both screaming)

- Holy shit, Mag!

What are you doing here? - I don't know!

I tried to get upstairs, but all the lines were busy.

And have you heard what's happening?

- Stop, stop, stop!

I know all that, I know all that.

I know everything.

Look, there's a guy upstairs.

He's got a gun and he's got Lucy.

- Oh my god! - You can help.

I need to go upstairs now.

- No! No! - Listen to me.

Maggie! Maggie, listen to me!

It's okay, he doesn't...

(zombie grunting)

(Maggie screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Logan screaming)

Lie down.

It's all right.

It's all right. It's okay.

(Maggie groaning)

(Logan screaming)

(Lucy screaming)

- Where is this fucking man!?

(dramatic music)

We both are going to die.

Quickly!

- Logan! - I'm coming

but I'm not alone!

- Stop!

Kill him!

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

The syringe, give it to me.

Hurry!

(suspenseful music)

Make your peace.

- What are you gonna shoot us now?

- Make your peace with God, my friend.

- I just saved your life, asshole!

You know what your problem is?

You don't give a fuck about anything.

There's a lot of talk, talk, talk,

and shooting guns in the air and burning flags-

- Enough! - And blaming this person

and blaming that country.

But the bottom line, you like to kill,

it feeds you, it gives you power, makes you a man.

(Maggie growling) (dramatic music)

- Oh my God. Maggie.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- No, no. - What?

- I seemed to have gotten a bit of a scratch.

(solemn music)

- [Lucy] Logan, lie down.

Don't move.

- I wanna see Gabby. - You'll see Gabby.

Stay with me, Logan.

Logan!

Logan, listen. Good morning.

They're dropping like flies now, man.

There's like six or eight of them in front of my house.

I'm so tired.

- Folks, this is your host, Logan Bernhardt

and we're just about done here.

Probably a couple of days away but

it appears as though we have

and will continue to survive.

I want to thank you sincerely one last time

for your ears,

your voices,

and most of all for helping us help each other.

(helicopter whirring)

- [Woman] You're saying you've got an antiserum?

- [Logan] Yes.

- [Man] I need that vaccine!

- So what happens in seven hours?

Take it.

- [Man] In seven hours the virus

will have overrun the bodies.

Your infected start to drop dead in the street

and then it's over.

- [Lucy] You hate the government so much,

why did you attack the American people?

- [Man] The virus release was developed

by a US lab in Quantico, Virginia,

- [Lucy] You saw it. I want to be clear.

Is this something you've heard or something you've seen?

- [Logan] I was one of them.

- [Man] People get the government they deserve.

- [Logan] I think that's my sign off.

My producer is gone now with the World Health Organization,

all our hopes go with her.

If they can find some solution to this virus.

Frankly, right now, I just want to see my family.

(coughing)

(suspenseful music)

Gabby?

Gabby?

Gil?

Gabby.

Gabby?

Gabby?

Oh!

I'm so glad you're all right.

(soft music)

Tens of thousands of years of human history,

millions of years of evolution,

and still when we build something

as often it's to destroy as to create.

That cycle of vengeance is like a blight on society,

a literal blight,

and not just our society, but human society.

We're all victim to the same terrible impulses.

And until we can find a way to redirect our energies

toward the good, instead of that darkness,

God help us all.

(ominous music)

(static crackling)

(soft music)

♪ "Can you hear, can you read ♪

♪ Are you receiving the signal ♪

♪ Do you copy me ♪

♪ It's so dark ♪

♪ I can't see ♪

♪ I'm alone but I know that somebody's following me ♪

♪ And I don't want to die ♪

♪ I don't want to die ♪

♪ I don't want to die ♪

♪ I want to run ♪

♪ I want to scream ♪

♪ I want to be wrong and just imagining things ♪

♪ But it's real, they're on the street ♪

♪ They killed everyone and now they're coming for me ♪

♪ And I don't want a die ♪

♪ I don't want a die ♪

♪ I don't want a die ♪

♪ I can't fight ♪

♪ I never win ♪

♪ There's too many of them ♪

♪ And they're closing in ♪

♪ It's too late ♪

♪ There's no time ♪

♪ They're gonna tear me apart ♪

♪ They're gonna eat me alive ♪

♪ And I don't wanna die ♪

♪ I don't wanna die ♪

♪ I don't wanna die ♪

♪ I don't wanna die ♪

♪ I don't wanna die ♪

♪ I don't wanna die ♪