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He passed away
a few minutes ago.

I'm sorry.

There wasn't anything
we could do.

I just don't understand
how this could have happened.

- I understand if you need
a moment to process,

but if there's
anything I can do,

anything at all,
just tell me.

- Well, maybe there
is something.

- Nice.

Shit.

Hey!

- Hey, Dad.

- What's cooking in here?

- Oyster Rockefeller
and filet mignon.

Ooh la la.

You are spoiling me, kiddo.

- How's work, Dad?

- Actually, I had this one
really funny character.

This total cowboy
shit-kicker came in,

walks up to the bar and
says, "I'll have my usual."

And I was like, "Sorry,
Sir, I don't know.

What is your usual?"

And he says, "Hold on a second.

You mean to tell me I've
been coming here for two weeks

and you ain't even
learned my usual drink?"

And I thought, well, unless
it's my piss in a wine glass,

no, I don't know what
your usual drink is.

Then he gets all quiet
and, you know, leans in.

He looks me dead in the eye,
raises up his fist and he says,

"I get two shots of Jaeger,
one splash of lemon-lime sodie

and a maraschino cherry
in a frosty mug."

- So what do you do?

- I served it to him, in one
of my special fart glasses.

How was school?

- It's, uh, it's fine.

Fine?

What's up?

- It's nothing.

- Doesn't sound like nothing.

- It's just some dumb
thing that happened.

I mean, I don't
want to make you mad

when you just got
home from work.

- Sam.

- I got Saturday
D-hall for calling

my chemistry teacher
a stupid asshole.

- Is he?

- Yeah.

- Still probably shouldn't
have called him that, huh?

- Doesn't matter, right?

I mean, next year
is high school and--

- Sam, teachers talk.

You don't want to get known
as that asshole kid.

- I know.

- So, don't fuck up
your future, okay?

You think these little
things don't matter.

They pile up, trust me.

Before you know it you're
serving two shots of Jaeger

to some cowboy shit-kicker.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

Stupid.

- Don't say it to me.

Say it to your teacher
on Monday, right?

Hey, I need you to be
a rich biologist, okay?

Emphasis on the rich part.

I don't give a
shit about biology.

Who else is going to pay for my

retirement bill in Cabo?

- I thought you wanted
to retire in Miami.

- I did.

Turns out I hate Cuban food.

Really makes me shit,
like a lot.

I'm guessing you're going
to need me to give you

a ride to detention
in the morning, huh?

- I, uh, I have to
be there by eight.

- Eight?

I guess I'm not sleeping in.

Hey, I'm not trying
to make you feel bad.

Love you, pal.

Interesting.

I'm gonna go to my room.

- Probably a good idea.

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Dad.

Be good, Dad.

' Hey. Doc?

Hey. Doc!

Yo, medicine woman!

What?

- No, the new one.

Is this normal?

- Normal is a pretty
relative term here.

- What the fuck does that mean?

- Okay, well, on the list
of kinks to work out,

spooky dreams is sort
of at the bottom.

He'll be fine.

It'll last 10 minutes and
then I'll bring him out.

- And what if you
don't bring him out?

- Then he doesn't come out.

You transition out of
REM sleep on your own

and you cross the fatal
wavelength, the end.

- So you guys got this
all figured out, then.

- No, we've just isolated
some causal factors.

- Yeah, we don't know a time.

All we know is that
in the void between

napping and dreaming
is the kill switch.

We can talk about
all of this later.

What I really need is for
you two to take those.

Please.

- Bottoms up, Doc.

Caller for Ellis, over.

Ellis here. Go ahead.

Found a
way in by the news trucks.

Just take a sec.

There's a bunch of chairs
and shit blocking the door.

Copy that.

- Thanks, Beverly, and
I'll see you this weekend,

but not at the beach,
because over here in, uh,

over in Central Texas, if
you look under my balls

we've got some, some
cold weather coming.

Quit fucking around.

Jesus!

What?

You know I always wanted
to be a TV weatherman.

You barely
have a face for radio,

and you probably just
gave away our position.

To who?

Listen.

Right now you have the
entire arsenal of Seal Team 5

pointed right at your faces.

If you make a move, we
will fire.

There are no rules
of engagement.

There is no minimal
use of force.

Your death will be violent.

If you are looking for supplies,

the fifth floor of
the blue building

across the street
is what you want.

If you're looking
for anything else,

you will not find it here.

You have 10 seconds.

- Then I'll be brief.

Now, you have nine.

- Listen, Mr. Oz or God

or whoever the hell you are.

Eight.

- I'm tired.

So, you'll forgive
me if I don't go

just walking out of that door.

Seven.

- The only thing that's kept
me going over these last days

has been reaching this place.

Six.

- And you tell me
to get the fuck out?

That's going to be a bit
of a problem, your problem!

Five.

- The way I see it,
I'm dead anyway.

The only thing that's left
is how it's going to happen.

Four.

- And if I can go out by
taking down even one of you

motherfuckers
responsible for this,

well, that'll be
fucking peachy keen.

- Three, two, one.

- You'?

- Welcome to Channel 37.

- Don't be a pussy, Jake.

Oh, I can't watch.

- Sarah?

- You're not actually
going to do that, are you?

- Yeah, I was, I was
thinking about it.

- Mm-Mm, no.

Put that down.

I've got a better idea.

Come on.

There you go.

Okay.

We are going to do
the I'm awake dance.

- The what?

- The I'm awake dance.

Ready?

Okay, first I want you to
gallop in place like this.

There you go.

Slowly, but steady.

Okay, now pretend like
you're holding onto

little reins, like this.

Okay , now this
is the serious part.

Ready?

- Yeah -

- Guess she doesn't know,
does she?

- This is so sad.

- Get out of here.

- That's no fun.

Then, I won't be able to see
if you tell her the truth.

- The truth about what?

- Shut up.

- About how he's a fuckup
and how he let you die.

- I'm not dead.

Wait, Jake.

Did I die?

- No, no, you're fine.

- You're lying again, Jake.

Why do you do that?

Lying is boring.

Hey, do you want
to see your body?

It's right in here.

Oops, wrong one.

This is mine.

See, I put all my favorite
butterflies on it.

Sorry, I forgot.

Yours is over here,
right under Lilly's.

- Jake, how
could you let this happen?

Fuck.

- I'm running out of room, Jake.

I'm running out of room and I
just don't have enough space.

This is a problem.

Where am I going to put him?

- No, leave him alone.

- Oh, I know.

She doesn't need this anymore.

Ew, this one's old.

How long was it 'till they
found her, two, three weeks?

I guess it takes a while
when nobody cares.

Remember the message that
she left you just before?

That was really nice of her.

Hi,
sweetie, it's Mom.

I'm just calling
to say I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry for everything.

I need you to know I will
always be proud of you,

even when you fail.

Hove you, Jake, so much.

Goodnight.

- He's fine.

You guys worry too much.

- Shut up.

- Does this mean they've
changed your mind?

- Changed your mind about what?

- Having kids.

- Uaughs] God.

- What?

- Every fertility clinic
should have a giant poster,

a poster that says,
"Don't do it".

- My God are they that bad?

- Yes.

No, well,

not that bad.

- Shit.

Their heart rates are going up.

Oh, shit.

Shit, their windows
are too short.

What the fuck happened?

- Tell me what to do, Lex.

- Give 'em that.

Reinduce.

Maybe it'll buy us some time.

Okay.

CDKay, okay.

- Shit.

Sam,Sam,Sam.

No,no,no,no,no,no,
no, he's unresponsive.

Ally.

- Get the defibrillator.

Ally, no, no, no, babe.

- Hey, Jake!

I need to start
doing compression.

Let go of me.
- Ally, stop, stop it.

' Why are you, let go!

Fuck!

Damn it!

God.

Shit.

Shit.

What went wrong, Lex?

- It's part of the risk.

But, at least we can
be together again.

- What?

- Without these distractions.

- What are you talking,
what are you talking about?

What's wrong with you, Lex?

- You're right.

That was a dumb idea.

I'm so sorry, Ally.

- No, no!

- Welcome back.

- YeP-

- Well?

- Well, what?

What do you
want me to say?

Yes, I'm shooting a death signal

and it's killing
billions of people?

I couldn't even win the Peabody.

Not for lack of trying.

- Is there any chance
somebody could have

hacked your signal,
something like that?

- How would I know?

- What time did you get here?

- About 4:00 A.M.

I usually get here
sooner, you know,

to prep for the
morning broadcast,

but I had to deal
with my dead wife.

- What an inconvenience.

- It's bigger than her.

People need to know
what's happening.

They need a voice.

They always need a voice.

- Isn't that what the Emergency
Broadcast Signal is for?

- God, broadcast
signal.

- Focus here, Alonzo.

Is there anybody who
could have put that out?

- I don't think,
programmer, intern.

It was on when I got here.

I'm on-air talent, I don't
make fucking signals.

What do you people want from me?

- I want to know why
you're manning a station

that could be killing the world!

- Every day for 30 years
I've anchored here.

I'm the first face that the
city sees when it wakes up.

Can you grasp that?

They look to me for information,

and for the last five days,
I've fought through

power outages, looters and
doing whatever it takes

to keep the broadcast going,
to keep the channel open.

When a cause is determined
in China, or when a cure

is found in Beirut,
me and my team,

we'll be the first to report it.

We'll tell the people what
they need to know, save them.

- Team?

- Phillip, Caitlin.

I couldn't do a
show without 'em.

Shit.

- Oh, man.

- All right.

Alonzo, listen to me.

We need to shut this place
down, just to be sure.

Can you help us do that?

- You know what you're asking?

You want to cut us
off from the world.

- I know you don't
want to hear this,

but it's got to be done.

I mean, just on the slightest
chance, it's got to be done.

Now, you know this place.

You can make this a
lot easier for us.

But, you help us, you
don't help us, understand,

we are shutting
this station down.

Now, Alonzo, I need to know,

are you going to help us?

- Yes.

- I didn't hear that.

- Yes, I'll help.

You, uh, you need to kill the
feed from the control room.

You're going to have to
cut the power as well.

That would be the, uh,
generators, sublevel two.

- All right.

Show us how it's done.

- So, this nightmare drug,
why don't I just take it

back to back 'till we
get a solid eight hours?

- That'd be nice.

Unfortunately, the body
doesn't work like that.

You need time to flush out
neurotoxins from the brain,

so this is a temporary solution.

- So, how much time
does it buy us?

- A day, maybe three.

We don't know.

- Sodium thiopental?

- Yeah, it's part
of the cocktail.

It's a bastardized version
of a narcolepsy drug

that Dr. Abrams' crew
was working on

when the shit went down.

- And you knew to come here.

- I referred a
patient here once.

Thought it was
worth checking out.

Turns out it was.

- I had a friend who was
a narcoleptic

and every time he'd
laugh he'd fall asleep.

This one time at Walmart,
I tickled him

and he passed out
into a pile of onions.

- That's awesome.

- That's cataplexy,
but similar.

- So, um, why do the
nightmares happen?

- Well, basically, it's shock.

Your brain is
struggling to deal with

the sudden onset of REM
sleep and it can't handle it.

All right, think
of it like this.

Think of REM as being drunk.

You want to get hammered,
but you don't necessarily

drink the entire bottle
of vodka, do you?

- Of course not.

The trick is to soak
a tampon in vodka

and insert it in the rectum,

bypassing the stomach
and liver altogether.

- So, you're trying to get
into our brain rectums?

- Hey, he understands metaphor.

Except, you know, you
can actually do that,

but I'm sure you
know all about it.

All the twelve-year-olds are
doing it these days, I hear.

- I'm 13.

- I'm sorry.

You must be a real pro, then.

- This is Dr. Abrams.

He is the guy in charge.

- Nice to meet you.

- Uh-Huh, so you are the
youngest person who's ever

taken this phase of the drug.

How do you feel?

- Like I just rode a
roller coaster while being

punched in the stomach, but,
uh, kind of, kind of better.

- Mm-Hmm.

And you're the girlfriend?

- I'm usually
introduced as Doctor.

- Oh, okay, Doctor girlfriend.

You're a radiologist, right?

I've been taking scans
of the affected,

sometimes right at
the moment of death.

- Right at the moment of death?

- Right at the moment of death?

I'm going to need your
expertise at the very least,

someone with a keener
set of eyes to, uh,

take a look at the scans.

Lex can show you the way.

Sorry for the rush,
uh, except not really,

because every minute we
don't have a solution

we sort of lose
millions of people.

So, I'm going to go
work on a solution.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Nice to meet you.

Yep.

- Wow.

- Asshole.

- He seems smart.

- He seems crazy.

- He's both.

But, if anyone can figure it
out, it's going to be him.

- Oh, great.

Lucky us.

All right,
how about that tour?

Found it.

That's a lot of,
uh, generator stuff, yeah.

Your show, Alonzo.

- All right, now you've
got to power down

the big generator and
the batteries behind it.

It's not hard.

Yeah, of course,

'cause who didn't
play generators

and batteries when
they were a kid?

- Well, it's a good thing
you're still young.

You can learn.

It's the big green handle
in the center console

and the batteries are
in a wall behind it.

- Where's the
broadcast kill switch?

- You've got to wait 'till
the batteries power down,

otherwise it's just going to
auto-cycle every few minutes.

You waited five days.

Another few minutes is
not going to kill you.

- At this rate,
it just might.

- Have you spoken with
anybody overseas at all?

- Uh, it's been a good two days,

but the last time I
heard it was a mess.

Britain's reporting
it was a neurotoxin,

but they couldn't cite proof.

Boko Haram, ISIL, North Korea
were all claiming credit

and saying that they were
immune, but as far as I know,

they were all
subsequently wiped out.

- Okay-

- The batteries, wait
for the batteries.

I did hear one
interesting rumor though,

one that was widely
reported but wasn't

totally reliable,

safe sleep zone.

- A what?

- A safe sleep zone?

- It's a place where you
can sleep and not die.

Someplace that was
somehow unaffected.

- Did they say where it was?

- That's the thing.

Everybody kept reporting
different places.

It was Malaysia,
Madagascar, Australia,

but enough rumors
and enough proximity,

sure seemed like there
was something to it.

Call it journalistic instinct.

What the hell do I know?

I can't even win
a fucking Peabody.

And now the show must end.

All right, now get ready
to cut the breakers.

- Copy-

- You want to do the honors?

- Yeah.

Here's hoping.

What the?

Shit!

- Colin!

Wait!

Alonzo, what are you doing, man?

- That's a pretty
nice toy, isn't it?

Security lockdown.

Thank 9/11 for that.

- Alonzo, you've got 10 seconds
to let us out of here.

- Or what, you gonna reverse
the security protocol yourself?

You know that would
be pretty hard to do,

since you just
disabled its generator.

- Ellis, Beth, what
the fuck is going on?

- I think we messed up.

- Wow.

Yeah, there's
two more boxes of 'em.

- Two boxes?

How many people?

- 234.

That REM shot didn't
exactly exist four days ago.

- This one, this one
died of a gunshot wound.

- Oh, right, that one.

No, he was going to
die of a gunshot wound,

but then he volunteered
to die by sleep instead.

- Who shot him?

- Oh, you know, just one
of our friendly neighbors.

We don't have the greatest
relationship with the locals.

We try to share what we can,

but let's just say that
the early clinical trials

didn't really go so great.

Hasn't been without sacrifice,

even the two days
I've been here.

But hopefully,
we're past that now.

- Dude, come with me, now.

What is it?

Just get ready.

Look.

Over here.

Holy shit.

Whoa.

Sharks.

- Sharks.

Look, man, there we are.

Incredible.

- Yeah, these guys.

They were studying them,
how they sleep.

It's not like us.

It's more of a
suspended animation.

Maybe when it's done
we can have a fish fry.

I'm glad you're here.

- Me too.

- Fuck.

- You lied to me, Alonzo.

You said you weren't
part of this.

- I didn't lie to you.

I'm trying to help these
people, unlike you,

trying to stifle their
information, their voice.

People need to hear a voice.

Keep him talking.

- Otherwise, who
do they turn to?

- IS it you?

Are you the one they turn to?

- Listen, man.

They were left.

Then, they heard
about that safe zone

and jumped on a boat
and went on their way.

Millions of people count on me!

Don't you understand that?

- Come on, come on,
come on, baby.

- No!!!

- No, please no, please no.

- What's up, Doc?

You rang?

- The next phase needs subjects.

- Yeah, I know.

I need you to
talk to the newcomers,

especially the kid.

- I figured.

- Do you know them?

- Just Ally.

Why don't we let them settle
in for a couple of hours

and then I'll ask?

- We'll still need more.

Sergeant,

maybe you can help.

- You want me to go into town
and ask for volunteers?

They weren't too keen last time.

Besides, Mark and I
shot at a few earlier.

- Then you'll need
to be convincing.

- Convincing, I'm sorry.

Are you asking?

- I'm asking for volunteers
so we can develop

a cure to save the human race.

What I am not asking
is for you to ask me

how to do your job.

I don't tell orderlies
how to prep a patient.

I don't tell interns
how to get coffee.

Figure it the fuck out,
or we all fucking die.

Is that clear?

- Crystal.

- We'll get our subjects,
Alexis.

Make them count.

- Hey, Slade, they sent
more of those shots.

There's three for you
if you want 'em.

- I'm not taking that shit.

- Look, I don't want to
tell you your business,

but I haven't seen you
take anything in two days

and we're worried for you.

- He wanted to make video games,

Michael, my son.

- Sounds like it would
have been a fun job.

Wish everything was--

- He was dyslexic.

Saw it pretty fast
once he started school.

Smart kid but he struggled
a little bit, you know?

I held him back
in the first grade

and always felt bad about that.

Bought him a PlayStation.

They say it works well
with hand-eye coordination.

He kicked some ass
at them Army games.

You know, uh, after he killed
you, he took his character

and made him sit on your
face over and over again.

I forgot what it was called,
but he just--

- Uh, you mean tea-bagging.

- Yeah, sounds about right,
tea-bagging.

Anyway, he loved it.

Made him want to make
those games one day.

I just wanted my son
alive and they...

My son is gone, Todd.

And they're still here!

Living safe in their
little compound.

It's going to get worse.

And when it does,
I'm going to be ready.

Do you enjoy living off scraps?

Do you enjoy living
after my son suffered?

- Look, everything is so
fucked up at this point.

U115'! enjoy living.

- Of course you do, Todd.

Have a good night.

Come on.

- It's not working.

- I can see that.

Hey, look, you don't
happen to have

any more of those
syringes, do you?

- It's all upstairs.

- Of course it is.

You know, another
20 minutes down here.

- Yeah, I know.

Fuck.

- I'm sorry about choking
yourfflend.

Sorry about killing him.

When all of this is over
I'll do a, I'll do a tribute,

I'll do a tribute for all of
you, in the, in the summertime,

when the weather's nice.

- Oh, come on.

Come on, You got this.

You got this.

Wait.

Okay.

This whole thing is just
like one big engine, yeah?

- Yeah.

- What do engines need?

- Keys.

- No.

No, they need fuel, okay?

Air, electricity.

We already have the first two.

All we need now is a spark.

Let's see, we could use
the electrical sockets.

We could wire
something from there.

We can use the light switches.

- What about a battery?

- Okay, yeah.

You just want to run to Walmart

and get me a battery real quick?

- Or we could walk
over to this one

and use it.

- Huh.

- You know what
Alexander the Great did

after he conquered
the known world?

He built a lighthouse, the
lighthouse of Alexandria,

one of the wonders of the,
of the ancient world.

Gave them light,
gave them knowledge.

And as long as it was manned,
they, they were protected.

And that empire
held for 300 years.

And then a, uh, guy came along.

Julius Caesar was his name.

And he knew, he knew what
to do to take their light,

take their warning, and
he snuffed out their light

and took the
kingdom for his own.

Somebody has to...

take care of the fires.

Somebody has to keep the light.

- Nice.

- Prepare 9 o'clock news.

Lot of slime, a lot of
bugs in 'em.

Got to get rid of those bugs.

We have a guest
this morning, a live guest.

Emphasis on the word
'live'.

Welcome to the news.

I'm Alonzo Alv--

- Fuck local news.

So,
I'm not sure which of these

cuts off power to
the master controls.

It's sort of a rat's nest.

Then, fry the whole thing.

- Somehow I thought saving
the world would feel...

bigger.

- I've done it a
few times in D & D

and this is what it feels like.

So, now what?

- There's really only one way
to know, know if it worked.

- Somebody's got to fall asleep.

ls there really
no other way?

- No other way I can think of.

- Million dollar question.

Who's it gonna be?

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