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"Batter my heart,
three-personed God,

"As west and east

"in all flat maps

"and I am one,

"are one.

So death doth touch
the resurrection."

- What the hell is that
pretentious bullshit?

- That pretentious bullshit
is where Oppenheimer

got the name for the
first nuclear test,

the Trinity.

Just before igniting the bomb,

Oppenheimer and his
top scientists figured

there was a 10% chance

that the atmosphere
could be incinerated,

all life on Earth eradicated
with the push of a button.

And you know what?

The bastards did it anyway.

- So you're telling me

that sometime yesterday

someone somewhere was
testing something.

- Yes.

Or, well, maybe.

- Yeah, well, it's
better than Chuck's

bacteria-from-another
dimension theory.

The bomb
is better, though.

- What?

- I'm saying if it's a
man made event, then,

well, it's more likely for us

to be able to stop it, you know?

- What the hell are we
supposed to do about it?

- Have you never even
considered that maybe

there's a reason
you're still alive?

- Yeah, and it's because we
were up all night raiding

for his stupid
Gromtooth War Horn.

That's not even
the point.

- Okay, why out of all the
nights for us to be raiding,

was it this Friday?

- Because we raid every
Friday night, dumb ass.

- Revo, there are
seven days in a week,

and a year ago we
just chose the one day

that would keep us alive
during the fucking apocalypse?

I mean maybe it's coincidence,
or maybe it's destiny.

- My God, I thought
the poetry was bad.

Oh, mighty Flying
Spaghetti Monster,

he who has killed all of
our family and friends

and all the animals
on the planet,

please, by your wisdom,

show us the sign so that we
may begin our noble journey

to save the world.

Gimmee a fucking break, Jeffery.

Even Obi-Wan missed that memo.

- Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You're my only hope.

Time to save the fuckin' world.

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- Whatever we're going to do,
we need to do it.

That asshole shattered the rest.

- What if we just grab
one of those psychos,

force them to
sleep or something?

- Maybe, but we would
have to find one,

and they don't exactly
have their own clubhouse.

Getting close to
those guys is...

- No.

Look, it shouldn't
have to be this way.

This was our quest.

I'm gonna do it.

- Jeff, you don't
have to do this, man.

- I've decided.

We made our bed.

Now it's time to sleep in it.

- Go get 'em.

- Might as well get comfy.

- Still remember how
to use one of these?

- Good luck, kid.

- See you guys in the morning.

- You better.

- No.

No, no.

Jeffery?

Come on, wake up,
wake up, Jeffery!

Come on, come on, stay with me.

Jeffery, come on.

- Come on.

Come on!

God damn it!

- Think he's still out there?

Who?

- That, uh, crazy pilot,

Ellis.

- Yeah, I do.

- Who knows, maybe he's
got this all figured out

and we don't even know it yet.

- What, are you gonna
take a map and find out?

- I think I'll pass.

So, I know you probably
want to stay here

with your lady friend but
Sam and I were talking.

We want to take some
of the dream drug

back to his girlfriend
and the others.

You know what they say.

Take a girl the cure
to the Apocalypse,

she'll love you forever.

Smart.

- So how does all this stack up?

- How does what stack up?

- This,

this cure,

your reunion.

- I don't know, it's not
quite how I imagined it,

but it's something.

- Yeah.

Like I still feel like shit
but it's like better shit.

- You know, Lex says,

maybe a couple of iterations
away from something

that could really
turn the tides.

Make it possible for us to sleep

more than 10 minutes
anyway .

- She seems nice.

- Hmm, yeah.

- Maybe I'll, uh, find
someone nice as well.

Pond's smaller for sure, so
it's got to be a little easier.

- Actually, the pond
is the same size.

There's just a
whole lot less fish,

which makes it harder.

Sorry.

- Me and my friend, are
looking at a shark.

- Hey, maybe we could change up
that little radio message.

Moderately handsome guy

- Sounds right.

- Seeking desperate girl.

Willing to compromise to
help repopulate the planet.

- That's good.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You know if, um, if you and
Lex ever need a donor...

I am just
going to go ahead

and veto that right now,

but thank you.

- Your loss.

Not many people left.

I'm just being, you know,
a good friend.

- You know, I
underestimated you, Jake.

You really are a survivor.

- Everybody's good at something.

Yeah, I think it's time to move.

- People are getting desperate.

Whoever's out there, I hope
they find peace tonight.

- You know,

five days ago

I worked in Product Support
at Apple.

I helped people.

I was good at helping people.

But today,

I'm the guy that drives nails
through your fingertips.

Until you tell me
what I want to hear.

- Please, you don't
want to do this.

I'm sorry.

- Everyone is sorry
after the fact!

Tell me how I get inside.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Please no, no!

That hurt?

- Hmm, no, I'm good.

I've been putting so much
junk in me the past few days.

It's kind of nice taking
something out for once.

- Yeah.

Those chemicals are
rough on the body.

Six days ago we'd have all
been sued for malpractice.

I'd have to become
a vet or something.

But now, with this new drug,

maybe it'll buy us
just enough time

before it kills us to
find a permanent solution.

Yep.

- Yep what?

You have a DEC2 mutation.

- What's that?

- Nothing crazy.

Folks here have it too.

It's a genetic mutation
of the BHLHE41.

- Okay-

- You know those people who
get by on little or no sleep,

like crazy business
guys that sleep

like two to four hours a night?

It's not that they have
an amazing work ethic.

It's just that they're
predisposed to be like that.

You never know, they may
save our asses someday.

- So you're all mutants here.

That's why Professor X
is in charge.

- Yeah, I see the resemblance.

Speaking of,

you should see Dr. Abrams.

He'll want to run some tests.

You cool with that?

- Yeah, I'm cool with that.

- Thanks, Sam.

- We're all so fucked.

The world's still fucked.

We didn't do shit.

Colin is dead.

What did he die for, John?

Huh, what?

- What did we miss?

What's still out there?

- There's a lot still
out there, it's Dallas.

We'd be better off burning
down the whole city,

which we can totally try to do.

Hey,

you okay?

- Ask me again tomorrow.

- HEY» GUYS-

I'm just really tired.

And I think I'm going
to go lie down now.

- You sure I can't convince you

that the human race needs you?

- In truth,

I don't really need
the human race,

not who's left of it anyway,

except John.

- And I'm an idiot.

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time for bed.

See you around.

- Beth, wait.

Come on.

Let's talk about this.

- You add the gamma-
hydroxybutyric acid and...

Boom.

The literal stuff of nightmares.

Hey, can you grab
me those FRET Mes

while you're over there?

- Yeah.

It's not too shabby
for a brain surgeon.

- It's not exactly
brain surgery.

So where's this community
you're talking about?

- Um, it's, uh, over the
highway on the east side.

I'm just going to take
a quick trip over there.

- Ally, no you're not.

You're a doctor, you're
not a delivery girl.

Our biggest resources
are people and time,

and we are running out of both.

We need you here,

and I need you here.

- Now you're just trying to
sweet-talk me.

- No.

Mmhmm.

- Maybe.

Look, Dr. Abrams can send
someone out to your guys,

and if they know
what's good for them,

they'll actually
be here tomorrow.

So, you and your boys
stay here.

You'll be safe.

Yeah?

- Yeah.

Just, um

What?

- I don't know.

It feels weird after the last
few days, feeling it at home.

- Well, this is a
home you have to earn.

So get to it.

- Yes, Ma'am.

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You wanted to see me?

Other side.

- That's Beethoven's Fifth,
isn't it?

Yep.

In C-minor.

Yeah, my uh

My dad had me listen to it.

- Hold.

- I mean mostly it was
Zeppelin, AC/DC or Eagles,

but sometimes,
sometimes Beethoven.

He used to play it for me
before I went to sleep at night,

when I was a kid, of course.

He said nothing today

is original, it's all a remake.

He wanted me to know
all the classics.

He said it might even
make me smarter.

- You know, that study,
Rauscher 1993,

shows no long-term
increase in intelligence,

so Dad might want
to rethink that one.

- Oh.

- Don't touch that.

I have been searching for the
right song for when it comes,

that breakthrough
that saves us all.

- Like, what, a victory song?

- I thought it would be
the Ninth, Ode to Joy.

But I've settled on
the Fifth after all.

I wouldn't be the first to
use it that way, of course.

Dear old Dad was right
about that, at least,

nothing original.

During World War ll,

the Fifth was literally known
as the Victory Symphony.

And in England,
this means fuck you.

Ever since we climbed out
of the slime in Africa

nature's been trying
to snuff us out.

Migration kept the
predators and the parasites

and the viruses at bay.

We've kept moving forward,
and she's just missed us.

Except somehow,

the bitch caught up.

When I beat her,

I want this to be my own
private victory song.

What a nice fuck you
to the universe.

- That's, uh, nice.

- So no major side effects
since the injections?

- I haven't exactly felt very
normal these past few days.

Hard to say.

- No constant,
I get it.

- Is that it?

No more questions?

No more anything?

- Hmm, not unless you
want to help me out.

- How would I do that?

- You have something very
useful to the process, Sam.

It was Sam, right?

- Yeah, I'm sorry,
what do I have?

- In this case, youth,

which means you can
help me test this.

You already sampled Phase Three.

This is Phase Four.

What does age
have to do with it?

- The subcoeruleus
nucleus in the brain

controls REM sleep,

and since your brain
is still growing,

that means that
it's more adaptable,

more fluid, without trials.

Frankly, one Sam

is worth 10 adults.

- My dad always
said I was special.

- In this case, he was right.

So how about it?

You want to help me save the
future of the human race?

- Sure, why not?

- Samuel is a Hebrew name.

You know what it means?

God

has heard.

- Okay.

It starts in Dallas.

The signal...

The signal starts at
exactly 3:00 a.m.,

but the call comes right before.

The signal stops,

yet the condition remains.

- It's because
the signal's stuck

in the satellites now.

- What?

- It's ghosting,

up there somewhere,
bouncing in the network,

if the signal's the cause.

And if it is, stopping the
source won't do it anymore.

We'll have to take down the
entire satellite network.

- And you know this how?

- I like space.

We've got something like
1,100 satellites up there.

That's where we start.

- What, we hop a spaceship
and shoot 'em all down?

- I was more thinking that
we go straight to the hub,

NASA Space Center in Houston.

Shut the whole thing down.

Won't even need to get 'em all.

We can just break the circuit.

But your idea is good too.

- I didn't realize you
had expertise in all this.

- You never asked.

Here.

I'll help you draw the orbits.

Then we can decide which
ones we want to take out.

- Okay-

Sure, why the fuck not?

- HEY» GUYS-

We,

we came up with a new plan.

- Uh, we?

- Yeah, John's right behind me.

- No, I'm not.

- Huh?

You,

you helped me.

- What?

- Yeah, the, the fucking map.

We drew all the
satellite orbits and

Shit.

Shit.

_ Hey...

- Shit.

- My, uh, husband, Adam's jokes

have been the thing
keeping me going.

He had some really fucked
up zingers back there

in the nursing home.

It was really good
to see him,

even though I know that
he wasn't really there.

- Meredith was just telling
us about the Monroe,

nicest hotel in Dallas,
softest beds too.

It kind of feels like
that Nicole chick

had the right idea, huh?

Go out in style.

Kind of wish I'd
thought of it first.

You're more than welcome
to come with us.

- Yeah, I think it's, um,

it's time to check
in there myself.

- Ugh

The least I can do is
escort you guys off.

It's not like I'm
doing anything.

I'm sorry, Ellis.

"Sam?

You in here?

Sam?

- There used to be
this car dealership

a couple hours from here.

It had this really bizarre
contest to win a truck.

All you had to do was
just stand outside

and keep your hand
touching it, that was it.

The last man standing got
to drive the truck home.

My parents used to
take me as a little kid

and even then I thought,

how hard could it be to just
stand there and stay awake?

And then this one year
it had just tipped

into the fourth day

and this one guy just
stopped and walked away.

He walked across the street

and he stole a gun

and he shot himself,

and I never understood
why he did that,

but I understand now.

It wasn't about the truck.

It was just that

somewhere in his
sleep-deprived numbness

he just lost the will to live.

- What is all this?

Padre's friends.

Sam...

Hey, hard worker.

- Hey-

- What?

- Have you looked at these?

- I've skimmed them but I
don't have your expertise.

Why, did you find something?

- Yes.

Yeah, all of these are
the brains of children.

- Not all of them are children.

- I don't understand.

Were most of the
survivors children, Lex?

Because I haven't seen
a single one of them.

Maybe that's because
they outsource their victims.

- What the hell have
you been doing, Lex?

- We've been doing
what needs to be done.

- You mean you're using
children as your test subjects.

- Yes.

Why?

- Because they can take it.

They give us the results
we need to move forward.

- Where the hell have you
been getting them from?

- Wherever we can.

- You mean the people you all
are shooting at out there?

_ Ally, stop-

You need to fucking relax.

We're not snatching
children in the night.

We gave them the option

and a chance to help
us save the world.

- You gave children the option.

And how many of
these 234 were kids?

- 192.

Jesus Christ!

- The better question
you should ask

is how many of those
people would be left behind

without us supplying
them with the drugs.

How many?

- Where is Sam?

- We're going to attempt
the full REM cycle.

" Stop!

Sam, you need to get up now,
we are leaving.

- No, no, Jake, it's fine.

I'm helping them
develop a better drug.

- Yeah, you and 200
other dead kids.

- What are you talking about?

What is he talking about?

- He's talking about
the other volunteers

who helped perfect the drug
that you already indulged in

and who unfortunately
didn't make it.

It's worth noting that your
chances are considerably better.

- How much better?

- I'm estimating a 53% chance

of resuscitation on
the first attempt.

- Why didn't you tell me that?

- You didn't ask.

Yeah, not happening.

- You won't get better odds.

- He's too young to gamble.

Thanks for your hospitality,
Doctor Evil.

- Come on, Sam.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh.

You are just wasting time here.

In case you haven't noticed,

this apocalypse is not
one of months and years,

but it is of days,
minutes, seconds.

Every second that you
waste on this process

brings us that much
closer to annihilation.

You don't like his odds?

Yours are one-third
of his at best.

So you need to understand--

- No, you need to understand

that I will go
firefighter on your ass

unless you let my friend go now.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Everyone calm down.

- Yeah, because nothing
quite says calm down

like two armed guards.

- Also, thanks for the heads up

on the whole 50/50
chance of me dying thing.

- You, you sent him here?

Have you lost your mind?

- Ally, your friend needs
to put his weapon down.

We can talk through
this like adults.

- I don't think that
there is anything else

for us to talk about.

They've breached the compound!

I repeat, they've
breached to compound.

- Great, more wasted time.

You two deal with that.

Lex, we've got to
secure the supply.

Nobody can touch that serum.

- Come on, Sam!

- Get out of here, kid.

This way.

Run!

- Where is he?

Where the fuck is he?

I'm not going to ask you again.

- What the fuck are you doing?

It's only one man?

You are going to fuck it up.

We are trying to fix this and
you are going to fuck it up.

- You're a god damn murderer.

- I didn't murder your boy.

What we're experiencing

is a disagreement
about semantics.

Murder implies a motive or
passion, and I have neither.

Now, am I responsible for
the death of your son?

Possibly, partially.

That is, sleep killed him.

I only modified the
timeline of his death.

- What's wrong with you?

- I'm trying to help people.

You're the one gunning
innocent people down.

- You tricked my son!

You promised him life!

- No, I offered the
possibility of life.

That didn't pan out.

- One more word,

and I'll splatter that
big brain of yours

all over these goddamn walls,
you smart-mouthed fuck!

Shut the fuck up!

Just fucking talk!

- We can work together

to help the future
of the human race.

Please, put the gun down

and help me for the
sake of your son.

Note the serum was
administered at 4:02 a.m.

Somebody write it down!

Phase Four at 4:02!

Well, that's unfortunate.

Back to the drawing board.

- Oh, fuck.

- Ally?

- I got this.

- There's no reason to leave.

We'll get that clean shit up.

We'll clear that shit out soon.

- Yeah?

What about him?

- That wasn't my idea.

That was Abrams and
I'm sorry I misled you,

but it was the right call.

It wasn't kids, all right?

It wasn't like little tiny
babies, it was teenagers.

- Oh, it was teenagers.

In that case it's
totally fucking fine.

- I doubt if either of us
would be here right now

without the breakthroughs
they gave us, all right?

- So what, Lex?

What, they all died so
that you could live?

- God damn it, Ally.

You are not seeing the
big fucking picture here.

We are talking about
the whole fucking world.

There are billions of
corpses out here right now

and you're crying over
a miniscule amount,

a miniscule amount that gave
their lives for a noble cause.

Now, please, just go inside,

and I'll guarantee your
new friend's safety.

- And then what?

In the next test phase

are you going to go in there
and test the drugs yourself?

- We can't be the lab rats

because someone
has to run the lab.

The world needs people like us,

like you, I need you.

- Why don't you get out
of that fucking place

and come with me?

- You already know I can't.

Sorry, Ally, but we're
going inside.

No, we're fucking not.

- You won't shoot me.

- I'm an addict with a gun.

You really want
to try your luck?

- Ally, don't do this.

- Ally, let's totally
fucking do this.

- I don't know who this is,

but I'm sure going to miss Lex.

Goodbye.

- Take it easy, Doc.

_Ally

God damn it!

Ally, don't go, Ally!

- Sorry.

I was, uh, rooting
for you guys.

- Yeah, yeah, me too.

- Hey, I, uh, got
us some goodies.

- Nice!

- Should be enough dream drug
to last us a little while.

- So, where to, gumshoe?

- Well, we're going to
drop some of these off

at Carmen and the others,

and then we're going
to head to Dallas.

- Sam, we don't have
any time to waste, okay?

So I'll radio Julio and we'll
have to find a drop-off spot.

- Yeah, that's, uh,

I guess that's okay.

- I hope Ellis has
found something.

- This message is for
Ally and Sam

and I guess Jake,
in case you guys find this.

My mind's starting to go.

Thought I could
tough it out,

but I don't know what's
real anymore.

This is Ellis, by the way.

Ellis.

How many people you know
named after an island?

You know, the little one

next to Manhattan,

where immigrants used to
come a hundred years ago,

looking for opportunity
in the new world.

It's supposed to remind me

that everybody had a chance.

Everybody had an
opportunity to succeed,

even me.

I really believed
that I could fix this.

Sun will be out soon.

At least I've got three
companions to share it with.

Goodnight, guys.

And good luck.

- Bingo.

- Nice.

Hey, Beth?

Mm-hmm.

- Your mystery caller,
your guardian angel,

any idea who that was?

- I thought I recognized
the voice.

I thought it was my sister.

- Is your sister clairvoyant?

- I don't know.

Maybe I just wanted
it to be her,

in that one moment before
everything went bad.

I hadn't heard from
her in 10 years.

- She was impulsive,

organic farming,
missionary work.

She'd leave and then
you wouldn't hear

Mom thought she was worthless.

Hmm

Seems like she was ahead
of the rest of the world.

- YeP-

What a bitch.

- See you soon, man.

- Should have shot 'em
when I had the chance.

Goddamn it.

Okay.

Hey, hey, guys.

Uh, sorry for the delay,
I'm coming back in.

There you are, you
little bastard.

Come on, let's go home.

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