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Hey!

You think it's Native Americans?

- Where did you get that?

- From the body back there.
Didn't seem like he'd missed it.

Maybe this sleep zone
is a spiritual tribal thing?

Like an ancient burial god
or something.

- There are no Indians here.

- I took a class last year,
called "From How to Now".

And my teacher said that when
the Cheyenne killed Custer,

they've shove an arrow up his dick

so he couldn't have kids
in the afterlife.

- They teach that in Junior High?

- Bad kid schools.

Last Stands are a bitch.

You Okay?

- Yeah.

It's all this talk of shoving arrows at
dicks reminded me that I gotta pee.

- I'll keep a lookout.

- Let's be honest,

we're the only two who
are going to survive this.

- We get to the Oasis.
Get a few winks.

Begin our new era
of amazon supremacy?

- What should we with the men?

Could enslave them.
Might still be useful.

- Says you.

- Says me.

I used to like quiet like this.

Places you could tuck away.

Now it's everywhere.

Sort of kills the novelty of it,
you know?

- Yeah.

- Same thing happened to me
with Girl Scout cookies, too.

The Thin Mints.

I used to have 'em shipped to me
when I was abroad.

One night in Tikrit...

we were just getting
hammered with mortars.

Constant storm.

Big fuckers, too. 81 millimeters.

Nothing but a tin roof over my head.

I was sure I was gonna fucking die.

So I ate six boxes of Thin Mints.

Just... down the hatch.

And the bombs never came.

It turned out they were
just blind firing at us.

Didn't have a spotter to guide them.
All noise, no bite.

And the only casualty
was my appetite for Thin Mints.

Never again.

- I was really more a Samoa girl.

- Yeah, I am now too.

- Did you piss out both
your kidneys yet?

Sure taking your time...
What are you doing?

- I'll meet you back on the
path.

- Are you alright?
- Yes. Be there in a sec...

- You're cutting again.
Here, I've some cigarettes left...

No, this is the only thing
that works now.

Otherwise, I can't focus anymore.

- Stop! I'm so tired of this shit.

You're supposed to be the
fucking adults!

You're supposed to say,
"keep your chin up, Sam.

Don't worry,
we'll get through this, Sam!

Maybe you should take the sleep
drug like everyone else, Sam!"

Not that it did you much good.

- You didn't take the sleep drug?
Why not?

- Because I don't want
to see my parents again.

Not like that. Do whatever you
want Ellis. I'm going to.

- Oh, no. Wait!

- You have to wait.
Until the landing gear to comes down.

- What?

- Stay back! Stay back!

- Oh, shit!

Ellis, stop or I'll shoot!

What did you do to him?

- It's good for him.
Don't worry about it.

After all, a death is a terrible
thing to waste, man.

Relax.

- Thanks, I guess.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Who are you?

- I'm Sebastian.
And today is your lucky day

- You alright?

- Fucking dandy.

Every step I take, this wound
opens and closes like a mouth.

- What's it saying?
- Ha.

- I had this friend... He...

He put coke on his cut.
Numb the pain.

- No thanks.
- Why don't you just use it?

- I've never done drugs in my life
and I'm not going to start now.

- You've never done any drugs?
- Never even a beer.

- You just hate fun?

- No, I don't hate fun.
I had this colleague...

He loved any kind of pill
or powder he could get his hands on.

- Why do care what he loves?

- You tend to hate the
things your nemesis loves.

- Oh, nemesis.

The Magneto to your Professor X.

So this Evil Abrams.
Wait... You're Evil Abrams.

So this Good Abrams liked
drugs, so you didn't do them?

- YUP-

- It's a shame you didn't at
least try something.

- Why?

I've never heard a compelling case
for...

You were a meth head, right?
What was so good about it?

Sell me.

- Alright.

First of all,

it has this sort of sweet
chemically taste.

Then there's this wave of warmth
that comes over you,

and the hairs in the back
of your neck stand up.

And then... you start to grow.

You stretch out until you're two
feet taller than everybody else.

And then...

It's like you're
not even in your own body.

It's like you're this all-knowing alien

controlling the inside
of this gigantic human shell.

And then suddenly...

If you could just get the
right person on the phone,

you could solve world hunger,
the middle east, all of it.

Because you are God.

- What answer did your meth
have for the apocalypse?

- Nothing.

Cause all I could think about
was tits. Immediately.

Just... a truck full of
fucking tits right in my face.

It's the endorphin rush.

Then, when that fades,
just numb and awake for days.

What?

- You just described what it
feels like to be a brain surgeon.

- Right. Except for the whole
not seeing the sun for days,

and pushing away the people you love,
and living in a delusional world

while enjoying microwave pizzas.

- Like I said, brain surgeon.

But, I guess both of our vices
saved us when it counted.

- You know, you're not as bad
as they say Abrams.

- Nope, I am.

- What's the flavor?
- Funky Phantasm.

- Mmm, my favorite. Thank you.

Do you guys want anything?
Food, water, drugs?

- I suppose a thirty second head
start is too much to ask?

- We have friends with guns,
right behind us.

- Hey, friends with guns,
you guys want anything?

No?

Sit down, sit, sit, sit down.

You guys are here to sleep, right?
How fantastic would that be?

You guys are close too,
you're so fucking close...

What if I told you... that you're not
as close as you think you are?

And that if you go, your dreams will be
simultaneously achieved and unfulfilled.

- I'd say... huh?

- Sorry. Sebastian gets a little
Alice in Wonderland-y sometimes.

- I thought that was more Dumbledore.
- Or Gandalf.

They're both the same person,
it's the same person.

Look, we know the sleep Oasis, okay?

The Sandman will allow you to enter
because you are underage...

But your friends?

Your friends are fucked.
- Bullshit.

Have you been there before?
Because I have.

I'm sorry,
your friends are going to die.

Your friends are going to die.
And you'll live.

That's the way it is.

Is that what you want?

- No.

- No. I knew it! I knew it. And you are?

- Sam.

- Fantastic name, Sam.
You're special Sam.

- You're very brave.
We saw that on the trail.

- And it takes bravery to make art.

* Art?

- Art, yes.

Look, here at this
facility we have the methods

to make your passing,
one glorious final masterpiece.

- You're gonna help me kill myself?

- So that you can thin out the herd?
No fucking thanks.

- If that is what you think this is,
then you just can go.

The Oasis is like two miles that way.

- Don't have to tell me twice.
Come on, Sam.

- What?

- I just remember been a kid,

shoved the Q-Tip in too far,
I thought I hit my brains.

Yeah. I turned out alright, huh?

Hey, don't drink that yet!

It's from the reservoir.
You don't know what's in it.

You got to put iodine tablets in it,
so it's potable.

Safe to drink.

- Are you telling us how
to drink water now?

- No, I'm just telling you when
water is going to make you sick.

But hey, if it makes you feel better,
you can take credit for it.

- Ray, go ahead and cleanse
this water with...

Sorry. What?

- Iodine tablets.

- Put them inside the jugs.

Any other suggestions?

- Yeah, loads.

But I think I'll save 'em for my
next session with the Sandman.

- Yeah, I'm sure you will.

- Good to see you're making friends.

- Come on.

- He started it.

- Alright. Let's see here.

- There's the plane.
- And no Oasis.

- Looks like our Amazonian civilization
is gonna have to wait.

- Slight delay...

- So where are the people who landed it?

- I don't see anyone.

But whoever it is, is a damn good pilot
if he landed in this mess.

- Well, they don't look bad.

What are they doing?

- It's two women. They found our plane.

Need to take them out before
they alert anybody about us.

- Okay, you know, the last time you
shot first and asked questions later,

I was on the receiving end.

- And I've apologized for that.

These might be the people
who caused the end of the world.

I'm not just gonna wait to see
what they do to us in person.

- You don't know anything
about those people.

You know, let's think
about this for a second.

_ okay-
_ Qkay...

You want to infiltrate
the Sandman's pad.

They might be
in the exact same position.

Or maybe they've been there

and can tell us something
a little bit about security.

Either way, it's gonna help us to learn

something rather than
just blow them away.

- Fine.

But I'm not gonna save your ass
if they try to kill you.

- Great.

- Here.

- You know, I've never
actually shot a gun before.

- Hopefully we can keep it that way,
yeah?

Hey! Over here!

- Be ready.

- Hey there! I see you found our plane.

- That we did.
Saw you fly over a bit ago,

haven't seen any other
survivors today though.

- Yeah, we're basically scraping

the bottom of the barrel
at this point. So...

- So...

seeing as how we're all wandering
around in the middle of the desert,

safe to assume
we're here for the same reason?

- Do you know where it is?

- Yeah, the Oasis.
Yeah, that's where we're headed.

- We've been following the trail
for the last few hours...

hoping your plane would lead us
the rest of the way.

- Well, you're actually not far.
It's just a couple miles that way.

- Fucking Abrams.
- What?

- Nothing. We just lost a bet.

So have you seen it...? Is it real?

- Other than a glimpse from the plane,
no...

But you're welcome to come
with us if you'd like.

Safety in numbers.

- Misery loves company.

I'm Ally. This is Gabbi.

- This is Bill. And I'm Meredith.

- Hi.

- Meredith. That's a pretty name.

- Thanks. I've always hated it.
Shall we?

- Where'd you get all this stuff?
- A little here, a little there.

Lot of it actually came
from Cirque du Soleil.

That, is part of our Lancelot package.
It's very, very popular.

We actually had a huge group
come through,

got turned away at the Sleep Oasis.

Here's is what we did.
Set them up on four wheelers,

give them lances
and a shit ton of coke.

They battled for Camelot
until no one was left.

- I know that outfit. That's a...

- Evil Knievel. Yup.

- Yeah.
- I call this "Viva Knievel"

We strap you to a home-made rocket,
try to jump that canyon back there.

Just like Evil did back in '74.
Or what he tried to do.

- Why are you doing this?
What are you getting out of it?

- Finally.

- I had a soul mate, Catherine.

Fantastic artist, fearless woman.

- When the sleep hit, did she?

- No, she wasn't that lucky.

She got sick... very sick and
when the doctor told her

she had two months to live,
she panicked.

Running around chasing a cure.
Not enjoying the time she had left.

Twilight of her life,
she forgot how to live.

So, when the big sleep hit,
everyone realized they are going to die,

they acted the exact same way she did.
It's bullshit.

Me and my troop are here to help
make people final moments magical.

Until the curtain closes
and it's our time to go.

- How are you going to go?
- Good question.

- Sebastian and I are going to have
a picnic on top of the Hoover Dam.

- Yeah. And then
we're going to blow it up.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

Look, we have the materials
here to craft any final act you desire.

Like the gentlemen's duel,
you're going up on a hot air balloon

firing pistols at someone.

Or the Gallagher,
strap explosives to yourself.

Explode your body over an entire canvas
making a beautiful mural.

Anything you want, Sam.
Let your mind run wild.

- Do you have a fast car?

This is a Porsche.

- Fuck, yeah, it's a Porsche, man.

Leave it to the Germans to make a
beautiful fucking death machine, man.

- Alright, you've seen the car.

Let's go, Sam.

- Ever seen the movie Vanishing Point?

- No.

- It's about this outcast,
and he's on the run from police,

and at the end of the movie,
instead of turning himself in,

he drives at full speed
into a bulldozer.

Turns the car into a fucking fireball.

- That is badass dude.

I don't have a bulldozer, okay,
what I do got is a fucking granite wall.

You could drive straight down
this road about a mile.

You'd be a fucking pancake.

- This thing maxes out at, what? 180?

- Fuck, yeah.
- What about the fireball?

- Fireball. Hey, do we have a fireball?

- I think this would do the trick.

There's enough C-4 here
to send this thing to Jupiter.

- We are going to get
this installed for you.

Let us know if you have any request,
food, water, music, anything you want.

Cameron, can you prep the drone?

- Drone?
- Yeah, man, for record keeping.

You never know who or what is going to
see this footage when we're all gone.

Posterity. Be right back.

- Hey, Aidan? Aidan right?
- Yeah.

- I wanted to thank you for
your advice earlier.

About the water.
- Yeah, no worries.

- Yeah, it seems like Tripp is little
out of his element.

- Well, let's just say he's got
a great future in politics.

- Yeah, I don't actually know
what the hell these tablets look like.

- Well, they came in earlier
didn't they in blue boxes?

- Would you mind?
- Yeah, where are the supplies?

Hey mate, someone's in here.

- Hey!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. He took the brunt.

- Somebody help me!
Go get the guards! I've been attacked!

You're both dead.
Just wait until he hears about this!

- Why wait?

I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Bob,
but we need to talk again.

- Don't move!
- What's going on?

- They killed Kurt and Ray Sir.
I caught them stealing supplies

and they attacked us with a gun
they snuck into camp.

- Is that true?
- Some of it.

We did kill his buds.
But the supply thing, that is bullshit.

And if we didn't sneak in this gun,

I'd be lying in a bloody tent
out in front of the camp.

Thanks to this little Himmler.

True friends,
they stab you in the front.

- Oscar Wilde.

- Exactly right, Bob.

- Give me the word and they're toast.

- That's fine. Beat it.

' Goi

- Goddamn it, sir, they...

- The Sandman just gave an order.

Do you want to sleep again or not?

Would you please lower that?

Why?

- For you.
For everything that we've built.

Don't you see? He wants to take it.

- Yeah, there he's right.
I do want to take it.

- What are you talking about?

Whatever it is you have here Bob.

Whatever power it is, I want to take it

and distribute it
to the rest of the world.

- That can't happen.

- Goddamn it, Bob.
- Nope.

- The world is running out of time.
Every second that you waste...

- I waste? If it weren't for me,
you'd all be dead!

Do you know how many I've saved?
Hundreds.

And Tripp has helped me,
every step of the way.

He brought them here.
The world's running out of time.

Everybody looks back.
You know? Everybody.

You see all this crap?

This all belongs to a world
that no longer exists.

And nothing,
not even me can bring that back.

You don't get it?

We have become
that bright star in the distance.

We're that beautiful,
brief flicker from a dead world.

As long as everybody is looking back,

we can squeeze just
a little more light out of it.

I can't save a dead world.

But I can make it just a little
more goddamn fun.

- Well, it's your show, Sandman.

But you might want to rethink
your security.

Unless you want mercenaries
letting guns into the camp.

- Let me guess... you want me
to put you in charge?

- Not exactly.

- Hey, are you okay, Bill?

- Yeah, so I guess I'm just...

always on the lookout
for whatever new...

nightmare maybe coming
bounding out of the bushes.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

- Yes, she and I...

met during a little encounter
were we met some crazies...

though maybe they're not all bad.

- Yeah, where was that?
- Dallas.

Come for the barbecue,
you stay for the psychopaths.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, I was just
actually looking at the bushes

cause I was looking for a good
place to a... you know... sorry.

We'll take five
and I'll catch up with you guys?

- Sorry about that.

- Hey, end of the world
doesn't stop nature.

- So... Where were you guys
when it happened?

- Bachelorette party...

in Vegas for a long weekend
turned... really, really long.

- Damn... and that's where
you heard about the Oasis?

- Yeah. Pretty much everyone left
in Vegas knows about it.

You?

- Someone was spamming out
Morse code about it.

Hopped on a plane and here we are.

- Don't fucking move!

I said don't fucking move!
Gabbi search her. Just do it!

- What are you guys doing?

- Shut up! Lift up your left sleeve.

The tattoo...

The blonde with the tattoo.

- Holy fuck.

- Is anybody gonna tell me what
the fuck is going on?

- You know exactly what is going on.

Back in Texas?

The medical facility working on a cure?
You destroyed it?

- Look, I don't know who you think I am,
but I swear to God I am not them.

I mean, just because I'm
blonde and have a tattoo

doesn't mean that I'm the person
you're looking for.

- Except for your name is
also Meredith...

- Who is feeding you this shit?!

- I'll take you to them now.
Only way to know for sure.

- I can't fucking believe this.

Come on, let's hurry
before her friend finishes his...

- Freeze!
- ...Shit.

- Don't move.

- Ladies drop the guns.

- What did I tell you Bill!
- Shut up.

Drop them! Now!

Look... I could shoot both of you in
the back of the head, right now.

Maybe one of you takes out
my friend here first,

but I am a damn good shot and I
guarantee both of you die

and I turn your heads into
fucking bird houses.

Or... And I know this means very little
considering the circumstances...

but if you drop your guns now,

I give you my word that both of
you will walk out of here alive.

Going once... going twice...

- Deal.
- Ally.

- Please don't be a dick.

- Shoot them.
- Nope.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
Fine...

- Nope. I made a deal.

Now here's what we're gonna do...
just like one of those old Westerns.

You're going to turn and
you're going to walk

for five minutes back down that path.

You look back once and we shoot. Got it?

- Got it.
- Got it.

- Alright. Start walking.

- I decide to team up with the one guy
in the fucking apocalypse with manners.

- Yeah. Sorry.

- What I gotta do to get you
out of this car, man?

- You can start by telling me
that I have a future.

If I survive all of this.

- What are you talking about?
Why wouldn't there be?

- Because my generation's dead.
Everyone I love is dead.

I'm the only one left.

- Look man, I'm not going to
bullshit you and tell you

you're going to be worrying
about the prom

or where you buy beer
for your frat party.

Man, it's a whole different
world out there for you.

One that you can shape.

It's gonna take somebody
strong to keep them on track.

You have to think about the others.
- The others?

Dude, a second ago you were
about to gut him.

I don't know if you
should be giving advice.

- Let me go, Ellis.

- Sam, you're making a mistake.
- It's my mistake to make.

- Let's do it!

Let's Rock 'n' Roll man.
At your leisure.

- What is that?

Just a sec.

Just two guys heading over
to the Sleep Oasis.

Don't worry about it.

- Jake.
- Who's Jake?

- He's my... One of the people
I traveled with.

- Oh that's... He signaling you.

- Yeah.

- Look, when he gets turned away,

I promise I'm going to give him
the exact same opportunity

I'm giving you now.

- He won't take it.
- No?

- He enjoys living too much.

Although, he'd be dead
if it wasn't for me.

- Yeah, well, you have a choice Sam,

you can either become a legend...
or you can continue this bullshit life

for just a little bit longer
with your friends.

- They should've been here
by now, right?

You think they saw it?

- Maybe, maybe not.

They could've seen it and not had
the easiest way of getting here.

Who knows?

- Fuck.

- Every minute we're here
is a minute we're not sleeping.

- Shit.

- We were worried
you guys didn't see the flare.

- Couldn't miss it.

- Where's Sam?

- Little slower through the dessert.

- Partner.

I'm sorry you were wrong.
- I'm sorry you were right.

And that you're a stupid asshole.

- Yeah, okay, that's fair.

- You guys, we gotta go.

- How about a simple thanks
for finding the safe zone

and saving our asses again?
- There's no time for ego.

It's the woman. She's still alive.

- We run into her a couple
of miles back.

- What woman?
- With the boat tattoo. Meredith.

- What's she doing here...?

- We gotta move.