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Does it have to be explosions and
tsunamis and all that kind of stuff?

Or just life as you know it?

Go on. Do this choice. Just any classic
that involves Game Over.

This is so predictable.

You'd know.

You'd know.

Ghostbusters. Nice.

Out of the box thinking.

Ten points.

Avengers. Every single one of them.

I'll allow it.

Twelve Monkeys.

Ooh, great shot, Bill.

Concur. Cool points for little Bill.

What about... Apocalypse Now?

That wasn't actually about an
apocalypse.

Megamind.

Shaun of the Dead.

Yeah. So good.

I want to call Nessa now.

The Walking Dead.

Carl! Not bad, but I'm more of a Romero
kind of girl.

Armageddon. Greatest movie ever made.

We are not acknowledging you said that.

Bruce Willis wouldn't care.

At least this time you've actually seen
the movie.

Oh, you're also a culture and brain cop,
aren't you? Well, how about you wow us

with your storytelling?

Actually, it's never to go first.

I like to judge the competition.

You judge everyone.

After you.

Challenge accepted.

Okay, picture this.

Side music starts to play.

Wide shot.

We see this real rugged man of a man
type.

He's just sitting quietly at the end of
his bed.

Do you want me to wake the kids?

The kids.

Do you want me to wake them?

No.

Let them sleep.

I'm making some sandwiches.

Sandwiches?

Hey! Olivia says we can't take our
phone.

Olivia's right.

It's a family day.

Just the four of us.

And besides, who would you call?

What about Steve? Why can't he come with
us?

He did come three times. Why not? What
did he do? Because he barks!

Look, it's probably best to say goodbye
now, okay?

You give them a cuddle and go put your
bags in the car.

Sandwiches are done.

Don't wake me neither.

It was our tune, kids.

You're gonna love it, I promise.

It's beautiful, it's calm, it's wild,
it's peaceful.

All at the same time.

Hello, girls.

Told you you'd love it here, kid.

Just a beautiful moment when I first met
my mother here.

There we are.

Why do we have to do it like this, Mum?

Why can't we just jump?

You can't.

You might turn.

And you don't want to end up like one of
those things, do you?

No one does.

Don't let them out.

Don't wake them either.

What if there's no heaven, Dad?

What if it's not real?

What if I don't go anywhere?

Whatever's out there, we'll find out
together, okay?

That's a public.

I'll throw your bodies over the edge so
then things can't get you.

I love you, but I don't ever forget you.

Nice facts. Moody.

Agreed. Very solid opener.

Surprising.

Who's next?

I could tell a short one.

A little end of days aperitif. I like
punchy stories, Rad.

Is it gory?

It could be considered gruesome. I
wouldn't want to live it.

So, imagine this. You're on a cold and
lonely road.

And you can hear this dark coughing
sound of an old engine trying to fight

way back to life.

Joyce, pick up!

Please!

Come on, Billy.

Well going, Mum. And to Joyce.

I don't know.

We've got to get off the train.

Is Daddy coming for us?

Are we going on an adventure?

Yeah.

Somebody made a fire moment.

That's naughty, isn't it?

Where did they go?

Just drunk, keeping warm, love.

Probably would have come in and...

Hurry

up, Billy. Come on.

Leave it. Leave it.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, hurry up.

We're nearly there.

Come on, Billy.

We've got to get across to the main
road.

And call Daddy?

I don't know, love.

We'll see, OK?

Answer your phone.

Dave, it's me.

If you're there, please pick up. Pick
up.

Mommy, look.

Doggies.

Nice. To the point.

Seems more probable, though, seeing as,
well, bad shit seems to always go down

within a heartbeat.

Thank you, Al.

That is what makes Apocalypse Tale so
scary. That everything's over in a

heartbeat.

I've got one. It's a little bit off
-topic, but I'm not copying Pax either.

Well, if you're going to copy someone,
copy the best I'd say.

Yeah, we all go to the U, the greatest
of all time, Pax.

Go for it, Bill. How about it's going to
be Ace?

Okay. We start our story inside some
pretty average looking house.

We're slowly scoping the place out.

Shells stacked of pots and London junk.

Fair to say it's looking a little grimy.

Overgrown plants and dead flowers.

Letting us know the place is pretty
unloved.

Or something has happened.

I'm sorry I'm so sorry

I'm sorry

Why are you sorry, Daddy?

I'm sorry things turned out this way.

I'm so sorry you had to see this.

I'm sorry your mum isn't here.

Don't be sorry, Daddy. It isn't your
fault.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They look just like us.

I know, Grace.

But they're not.

Not anymore.

They're like us if they see us.

Like they hurt Mummy?

Yeah.

Like they hurt Mummy.

Do more of them now.

It isn't safe here.

I don't want to leave Mummy.

We won't.

We should be with us wherever we go.

I promise.

You can put me down if I'm too heavy,
Daddy.

No, I don't.

Baby, you can't.

Please, Daddy.

Mr. Pussy.

If he's safe for an hour, he can have a
little sleep.

They can't get him and he's in there.

What about us?

They won't get us either.

grace how sweet the sound

that saved a wretch like me

I once

was lost but now am found

was blind

But now I was

blind. But now I was

blind.

Where are we going, Daddy?

I don't know yet, Grace.

Is everybody bad now?

Yeah.

Everybody's bad now.

Is Nanny bad? Would she hurt us?

Nanny's bad too.

What about Millie? We could go to her
house. She's got a trampoline.

Millie's bad, baby girl.

They all are.

It's just us.

And Mummy?

Us and Mummy?

Us and Mummy.

Daddy, I'm hungry. Can I have some?

Is it bigger than an apple?

Uh -uh.

Thirteen.

Is it made of cheese?

Don't be silly, Daddy. Fourteen.

Is it worth a million pounds?

A billion million. That's your fifteenth
question.

This is silly.

Why? Because you already know what it
is.

Yes. Right, my turn.

Is it animal, vegetable or miracle?

It's... What is it? You have to say.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry daddy, it isn't your
fault.

I know it's kind of a cheat, but it's a
silver end of a world, if you think

about it.

That's really great, Bill.

So much sadness for one so small.

Yeah, nice sideways swipe, Bill.

Thanks, guys.

Okay. So, the standards have been firmly
established, I'd say.

Time to make the wall hop.

Blow your mind, baby.

I'll go next. Change up the pace a
little bit. Awesome.

I'll always think of a sad. Yeah, good
idea. A little excitement before the

inevitable upcoming darkness.

A black screen.

Silent.

The gravel voice of our hardened hero as
it begins to tell us that it's all

almost over. Then boom.

The earth in devastation.

Tucked dry by an intergalactic alien.

Arseholes.

They came out of nowhere.

Without warning.

By the time we realized, it was too
late.

Scan mode.

Imogen, we're moving into sector seven.

I got movement on the surface.

And then...

So, these things have been here the
whole time?

Send back the intel.

Location marked.

Imogen?

We got one.

We're coming in hot.

Beneath the veil of a white flag, they
raped our resources.

They killed our families and left the
Earth breathless and dying.

We are the only survivors that we know
of.

But we head out every day in search of
others.

The lab geeks genetically fused our DNA
with some kind of biotech so that we

could survive on the surface.

So our lungs could breathe whatever shit
it is that's up there.

Noah, they need you in biomed.

They found it.

You did good today.

Whoever you are, if you're watching
this, then I'm no longer here.

Know that we tried.

And we did our best.

Oh. That.

Really.

That's interesting.

We've got a spike at 32 gigs.

Wait a minute.

We've got subharmonics hidden beneath
the main bus.

Whatever this does, they want to keep it
secret.

Not for long.

What's it doing now?

We're all clear.

Incinerate the remains near Dunton.

It emits low power signals, which in a
narrow radius neutralizes the cloaking

devices. They shifted the light
emissions into the microwave range,

you can't see the portal.

Navy boys started experimenting with
this stuff a few years back.

Goes over my head.

Just get it within five meters of the
portal.

Physics will do the rest.

Listen, Noah.

Don't expose that until you're in
position.

Because there is no way to tell what
else that does.

You know, you can't stay down here in
this bunker forever.

I'm not quite ready to drill that
cybertech into my brain just yet.

Not whilst there's breathable air down
here anyway.

Noah, you have got to let me take
another look at that.

I might have to up the dose of your anti
-rejection meds. Don't worry about it,

Doc.

There's a hundred other things I've got
to worry about that'll try and kill me

first.

Satellite's in position.

We'll have limited coverage for the next
30 minutes.

Zero lifeforms detected all the way
through to Sector 7.

Good luck, team.

If they can cloak the machines, surely
they can make themselves invisible.

Just saying.

This is hot.

Yep. Well, it ain't here now.

Oh, my God.

I told you.

Invisible.

You guys thinking what I'm thinking?

There's only death beyond that door.

I'll do it. Not a chance.

We all got together.

Not this time.

Oh, my dear.

Instead of being the end we were looking
for, it was just a new beginning.

But at least now, we know we can win.

At least we stand a chance.

So good. I love action films.

And sci -fi.

And especially action sci -fi.

Great story, Earl. Yeah, thanks for
giving me that giant thrill missile to

follow, Earl.

Uh -oh.

A little nervous of the competition, are
we?

Comparisons are for the lazy -minded, my
friend.

Make it a super dark head fuck.

Standard, then.

I'll change it up a little.

Instead of what happened, how about what
remains?

We hear the low rumble of thunder.

A distant storm brews, women coming in
from every direction.

A makeshift water catcher slowly sways
as we notice a young, dishevelled girl,

her tattered clothes flopping in the
wind as she gathers water.

You, go.

No visits.

Sorry, sir.

Not trouble.

Just hurt by interest.

Everyone heard.

Go.

Thank you. He's dead weight soon with no
rest.

We'll all get it soon.

That's your fellow boss, aren't we?

Can't dent us a fellow boss.

You want to keep that peep -eye, don't
you?

Really? No problem.

I do same.

Place to watch.

But he's dead weight too, we're no
rescue.

Make one night.

See you all at all.

One night.

Then you go.

Put everything down.

Everything.

Call. Call him.

Mitchell. Mitchell.

What, you're cold?

No, no, no.

Stay long.

Night pass?

You're gone.

Stay in here.

No break promises.

Tent. Thank much.

Bagged a hopper earlier.

Enough left? You can have.

Be good of you.

Emmy.

My name called.

Emmy.

No stay long enough to need it.

through.

Push ball?

I can.

It's sick.

Huh?

You close that way?

I'd hide from now day.

I feel that.

Eat hopper, sleep, wake out.

Water? Oh, it's going to fill me.

I don't know.

Water. Sit.

I got you.

Pop a bar on belly.

Sit.

Thank you.

What?

What?

Whoa, that was kick -ass.

You're so dark, girl, I love it.

I have questions.

Many questions.

Was that girl pregnant from the start,
or did she, for a less disgusting

analogy, you know, kind of milked that
guy?

That's the point, Rad, my dear.

It's for you to interpret.

Ugh, I hate you.

Yeah, I do too, but...

In more of an envious way, to be fair.

I thought it was terrifyingly beautiful.

I thought you... Why, thank you.

God, calm down, ladies. We could all do
with a washer, if we're being honest.

Right, our turn.

I was ending a more thoughtful note, I
said.

Don't you dare go spoil a relatively
good evening.

Just because you can't spell finesse
doesn't mean you can't enjoy it.

Deep bass notes from a piano ring out.
It's almost like being caught in the

by Stanley Kubrick himself.

Suddenly we snap to the wondrous
scenescape of twinkling star

endlessly reflected in the glass eyes of
an astronaut floating in space.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

And you, thank you.

Stylish, subtle, like poetry.

I think we've established that the end
of Hollywood was not the end of great

cinema. They were all good.

Hurrah for the underdog.

Now,

what say the council to a cheeky bottle
of...

But the actual end are these fucking
demons from hell.

Remember the buddy system, guys.

Little Bill, you got the point.

Let's go smash some devil shit out of
some demons.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

And light a...

Thank you.

Thank you.

And lying...