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[man] So, overnight, all diseases are eradicated.

No one dies of natural causes anymore.

Within ten years, global population doubles.

Economic collapse, food rationing, rioting on the streets…

And the governments impose these birth control restrictions…

[watch beeping]

…and limit healthcare for the over 80s, but that's nowhere near enough.

So, they decide to identify and execute

everyone that's contributing least to society.

How? An algorithm.

A complex algorithm that identifies and measures

everybody's social, financial, artistic and emotional impact on the world.

And all of this is wrapped up

in an entertaining, thought-provoking rollercoaster ride of a movie.

What do you think?

-What's it worth? -Well, with the budget that we sent you,

we can make the best film of next year.

[scribbling]

But even if you were to shave off a couple of mill,

we could still make, like, a decent movie.

[uneasy music plays]

[chuckles]

It's brilliant, Justin.

You prophetic prick. Just let me pitch it to the team.

-Oh, man, I'm psyched. -[woman] Our investigators realise

that the scientist was murdered by timber lobbyists

after they found out that plants can feel pain.

They suffer as much as humans when physically harmed.

Especially after they're cut and shaped, and mutilated, into chairs like this,

they're still alive!

Can you imagine how amazing it would be

if you knew that the pencil you're using is still screaming in pain?

[uneasy music continues]

Wow. That's exactly the kind of deeply moral headfuck we've been looking for.

-[gasps] -[man 2] It starts off

-as a zippy wealth satire. -Great.

Fucking bastards, Bugatti's and Beaujolais, right?

Yachts, cocks and kidnap insurance. Then out of nowhere…

[imitates an explosion]

We're in the middle of a complete continental collapse.

And then it becomes this elemental odyssey.

Wow! Wow. God, I would love to just get in that brain of yours.

I'm only gonna say three words.

-Just imagine… -Shit.

-Love it. Fantastic. So fantastic. -It's a really personal story.

-…from their conscience. -Totally visionary.

-What kind of money are we talking…? -Concentrate.

-Let them wash over you. -New ideas, a new voice…

-Sort of… -And fathers.

-Gloom. -Nukes.

And that's why it's perfect for your small platform.

I am gonna give you a call, all right?

-[inaudible] -[man 3] It's a love story.

-Are you surprised? -Yeah.

Guy and a girl. He's a screenwriter.

I mean, he used to be. But, to be honest, he's been in and out

of quite severe writer's block for quite a long time.

And also… depression.

[clicks tongue] You know I think I've seen this one before.

I'll carry on anyway. So he keeps going to these festivals, right?

He's trying to get ideas away. He's pitching all the time. But nothing…

When do we find out about his drinking problem?

-Act 3? -She…

-A hag, presumably? -…is a superstar in the making.

I mean, everyone wants to work with her, pitch her ideas.

And she's a million miles away

from the starstruck intern that he took under his wing 20 years before.

-Starstruck? -Starstruck.

She was starstruck, she couldn't move for it.

She wasn't able to complete full sentences in the face of his opulent glow.

Hmm. Now, is the glow coming through the sweat stains

or sort of emanating around the sweat stains?

[chuckles, sniffles]

Okay. How does it end?

It's a happy ending.

They both go off into the sunset

holding hands, drinking, like, pomegranate juice and stuff.

Having found the true meaning of Christmas.

Hmm. None of that bittersweet bullshit. It's a happy ending.

She moves back to Barcelona.

She stops trying to take their daughter to London.

They become a functional fucking family all over again. How about that?

[pensive music plays]

Huh?

[clicks tongue] Okay, Don Quixote. This has been cute.

Really cute. [scoffs]

Christian?

[clicks tongue] Yeah, we should be going.

You can't just keep airdropping yourself into Anna's peripherals

whenever it suits you. She has a life.

-We have a life in Barcelona. Come on! -Yeah. And it's not enough.

Your one-bed ready-meal shrug of a lifestyle isn't enough for her.

I'm sorry, Tony. I don't mean to be cruel, but I'm trying to give Anna

the kind of opportunities I could never have dreamed of.

That's what I'm working for.

Oh… Is that what you're working for?

To save my only daughter from her father's merry-go-round of mediocrity? Yes.

You know that I've got a theory about you.

You know those juice fast things that you like to do, those cleanses?

I think that, perhaps, one of them, was a little stronger than you'd anticipated

and washed your fucking soul away.

[chuckles]

Are you a person or just a sort of animate haircut?

-I really can't tell. -[Christian] Laura.

[Laura] Mmm-hmm.

-Did you get the cake? -What?

For our daughter's birthday. Did you get our daughter a birthday cake?

Of course. But… [scoffs]

-You know what? Fuck you. -Yeah, okay.

-Jesus. -Fuck you too. And you.

[uneasy music plays]

-[Laura] We need a fucking cake. -[Christian] What kind does she like?

I dunno, check her TikTok or something.

Why am I only getting bottom-of-the-bag chips here, Christian?

There are good pitches going round, I'm not in any of them.

-[Christian] You've got time. -Do you know something I don't know?

-Oh, God. I would hope so. -What's Daddy Coop's jet doing here?

-Picking up Baby Coop? -Baby Coop's got his own plane.

-What, you think it's the Alaska Jet? -I think he's picked the horse.

[scoffs] It's adorable to me that you think it actually might be you.

I am widely adored.

-Ha, ha. -Hmm.

[inhales] I like your dress.

Okay. So it looks like as long as it's not a climate-change cake

or a police-brutality cake, we should be fine.

Find out about the jet and who it's here for.

-What the fuck? -[elevator bell dings]

[Christian] I need your notes for the award winners.

-[man speaks indistinctly] -Oh, God. Right. Um…

-Okay, for Isabelle Huppert: flowers. -Uh-huh.

-Yellow ones, obviously. -Obviously.

And the note… [sighs] "Congratulations, bitch."

For François Ozon: flowers, bottle of wine, something South American.

With a note: "Congratulations, you fucking prick". My phone.

-Is this definitely the right tack? -Yeah. It's familiar,

makes it sounds like we're best buds in the whole wide world.

-Like a fuck-filled friendship bracelet. -What about for Dame Judi Dench?

Call all the women "bitches" and all the men "pricks." Or vice versa.

I'll mix it up.

How do I look?

[uneasy music intensifies]

-[elevator bell dings] -Find out about the jet.

I've worked my fingers to the bone for this thing.

-[cheering] -[camera shutters clicking]

-Good to see you. -So nice to see you.

[indistinct voices]

[sighs] Mini Milk Ice Queen!

Hello, Sebastian. Sir. You look amazing.

Oh, wow. Still wearing that thing? We going to a premiere or a disco in 1997?

[scoffs] Care to share what your father's plane is doing here?

Oh, you think that's for you?

I just need to be kept abreast of any developments.

I'm meant to be flying to Barcelona tonight.

Commercial air travel. The mud huts of the sky.

Wouldn't wanna miss that one. [giggles] See you in a sec.

-[cheering] -[camera shutters clicking]

[indistinct speaking, laughing]

-I hate these fuckers. -[chuckles] He's the man. [snorts]

Apparently people call my dad "The Chicken Coop" 'cause he's so full of shit.

Speaking of, hear Pearson is dead?

-What, Jeffrey Pearson? -"Jeffrey"? What are you, his nanny?

[scoffs] But yeah, first Puvved and now "Darling Jeffrey."

-That rocks the boat a touch. -Couple of big bricks out the Jenga Tower.

Yeah, it's "Iceberg Ho" for the industry power balance

and my dad's too busy waving his magic dick around

and sending Cinderella to the ball.

-Wait, am I…? -[camera beeping]

Am I…?

You… Oh, you?

Oh, no, pumpkin, you're not Cinderella.

No. In fact I've been on my knees every night,

praying that Daddy-O picks pretty much anyone else but you

to run for whatever it is he's scheming. And, voilà, the Lord did giveth.

[chuckles] Yeah, it's here for Alba.

So, you'll just have to keep sniveling around me for a while.

[camera beeping intensifies]

Oh! Uh… Mind the glass ceiling on the way up. [chuckles]

[cheering continues]

Hey, it's you again!

[laughing]

-Is that all? -[opens bottle]

-Seb, can we talk just quickly--? -Uh-uh.

-Hi. -Here she is.

Little Miss Right-Place-Right-Time.

I just heard, Sir. How thrilling. Is everyone up to date?

Mr. Snail, I consider you a real hero of mine.

To work alongside you… it's an honor.

-Yeah, yeah, kissy, kissy. -No, I mean it.

All your productions bear your unique producorial stamp,

and this one's no exception.

-It's stunning. -Great.

Well, in that case, if you've seen it… Laura, you can sit this panel out.

Alba makes more sense now that she's… [whispering] …above you.

We'll make the announcement at the end.

-[guest] Here you are! -Ah!

[guest and Sebastian laughing]

[guest] My favourite actor…

-Seb, you look fabulous. -Come here. [laughs]

-Your skin! -I know.

-You bathed in olive oil! -I'm glowing.

I'm like a slim, toned pregnant lady with a dick.

[laughing]

-Who are the ladies? -This is Alba.

She's our new prize fighter. She loves our movie.

Ooh… Nice to meet you. And of course… Um…

-[laughs] -[finger clicks]

-Laura. -Laura. Laura! Laura Palmer!

"Who killed you?"

[giggles] Twin Peaks.

[laughing]

-Laura. Laura, ready? -I think it's gonna be Alba, actually.

Okay, let's go.

[applause, distant]

Alba. Hey. Um…

-[indistinct voice on PA] -Look, obviously I'm disappointed.

And I'm smarter and better than you in every way. [scoffs]

If it couldn't be me… You know.

-[scoffs] -What are you doing?

[groans] Congratulating you, I guess. On…

-on being a worthy adversary. -[Sebastian] Psst! Psst!

One sec.

You know this company is Pale Stale Male to the core.

Maybe we women need to find the way to support each other.

[applause, distant]

Give 'em hell.

-[sing-songy] Alba! This is your moment. -[sighing] One sec. Laura.

-Hmm… What is this film? -Oh, you haven't seen it?

I wasn't across it. I didn't know I was gonna be speaking at the premiere.

Just do the usuals: "elegant, stunning, work of staggering genius."

-[Sebastian] Alba! -Gimme something.

-[Laura sighs] -[distant crowd applause]

Okay. Um… [clicks tongue]

Okay, he's really proud of the scene by the lake.

He thinks it shows a kind of tenderness and eroticism we rarely see on film.

It… "It dares to be unambiguously sexy in an often prudish cinematic landscape."

"Plus it's hilarious."

[Alba inhales]

[man speaking indistinctly on PA]

[applause]

[man on PA] Here they are, at last,

the team from NetCinema and Mr Snail Jr leading the way!

[Sebastian squeals, laughs]

[Laura] Wait, what? Your flight's been cancelled?

[Tony, on phone] Wait, you're going to Alaska?

Alba just wet the bed in front of 400 journalists

with Daddy Coop live-streaming from his lair.

-Sebastian keeps on calling and calling. -[Tony] It's Anna's birthday, Laura.

[Laura] I know. I'll make it up to her in London.

-It's Golden Ticket time, Tony. -I'm sorry, I couldn't make that out.

Okay, he's now sending a stream of insults.

-And some pretty offensive GIFs. -"Me, me, me, Alaska, me."

This one's funny.

Why aren't you with her, Tony? I'm here for work.

You're here for what, a couple of free cuba libres and a belly rub?

[Christian] "Don't fly too close to the sun, Dick-arus."

Do we think that was meant affectionately?

[Tony] I don't know what's happening.

[clamoring]

[call ends]

[uneasy music plays]

Oh, the Pope is dead.

-What? -The Pope is dead.

Puvved, Pearson, and now the Pope.

What's going on?

It's crazy.

-Get the cake sent to Barcelona. -Yeah, on it.

[uneasy music intensifies]

[engines whirring]

[Christian] I freed your schedule for the rest of the week.

-[Laura] Good. -We land at 7:30, Alaska time.

Von Willebrand should be there to meet us.

It's a bring-your-lawyer-to-dinner affair?

Uh… Apparently.

[engine revving]

Laura Palmer and Christian Hartl.

Sorry we're late.

-Mr Hartl is not on the list. -Oh, no. He's with me.

-He's my P.A. -It's just you and a friend of Mr Snail's.

[Christian scoffs]

Well, buy yourself a coat when you land. I'll see you on the other side,

you horrible cunt.

[uneasy music continues]

[glasses clinking]

[soft footsteps]

[glasses clinking]

Hello, would you like a drink?

Hello, sir, would you like a drink?

If you wouldn't mind fastening your seatbelts, we're about to take off.

[seatbelts clicking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[inhales] Yeah, The Elegance isn't bad.

-The Elegance? -The plane.

It's okay. I myself have a Melody.

It's a Super Midsize, if you understand the jargon.

[bag zipper]

-See who just died? -[inhales] Hmm. Yeah, such a loss.

A loss?

Well, I'm more in the "Ding Dong" camp, but yeah, you're right.

"Life is precious."

Wonder what killed him.

[smacks lips] I think he only had one lung.

What? I had no idea.

And he was really old.

The guy wasn't even 40.

Wait. Who are you talking about?

Bart Jagger-Burke.

What? Bart Jagger-Burke?

Yes! Tell you that guy has sent his last friend request.

-[glass clinking] -What is going on?

Did someone find untapped oil reserves at the Gates of Hell?

Well, in one day, I've risen three places in the Forbes list.

I think this is gonna be a very good year.

[uneasy music intensifies]

[Laura] ♪ Happy birthday, dear Anna ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Ooh!

Go on then, blow out your candles.

[blows]

[Tony continues blowing]

[both blowing]

[blowing]

Have you…? Have you got a minute?

Just sign the papers and let her live with me in London, Tony.

I'm not gonna make you say it, but we both know you'd be relieved.

[Tony] Laura, I will sign the papers, but Anna stays with me. That's it.

Okay. Well, when I get back from Alaska, we'll just send in the lawyers.

And I wonder who wins. My lawyer or your lawyer?

[toilet flushing]

[Tony] We have a life in Barcelona.

-[device slams shut] -[suspenseful music plays]

[engine whirring]

[door slides open]

[suspenseful music plays]

[music intensifies]

[toilet flushing]

[pensive music plays]

[pensive music continues]

[bag unzips]

-[bag zipping] -[door slides open]

[pensive music plays]

[engine revving]

[plane engine roaring]

[gentle footsteps]

[gusting wind]

[gentle footsteps]

[tires screeching]

[Von Willebrand] Here!

[dogs barking]

[gusting wind]

-What? -How'd you pull this one off?

Oh, no, it's been me all along.

-Your phone, please. -[Laura sighs]

So this new thing I'm running…

-[Von Willebrand] Hmm. What does it do? -Yeah.

[thumping noise]

[dogs barking]

[Von Willebrand cheering]

Snail's expanding the company's philanthropy department

on a pretty aggressive scale.

So, you continue to support filmmakers,

but you balance it with your new fund management duties.

Listen, nobody loves charity more than me. But, like, really?

As a Tier One executive, you'd be entitled to a top-of-the-range car with chauffeur,

a company credit card with a 50-grand-a-month spending cap

and a 5-bedroom apartment on Hyde Park Corner.

And the salary is, well, let's just say, somewhat of a step up.

Well, that's… Yeah, that's…

-Uh… -Yep. Just… Pull it together, okay?

Don't screw this up for the both of us.

-I am fucking together! -Woo-hoo!

-Mush! Mush! Come on! -Whoo!

-Go! Go! -[cheering]

[Von Willebrand and Laura cheering]

-Mush! -Mush! Mush!

[Von Willebrand, Laura continue cheering, yelling]

[wind howling]

[wind continues howling]

[explosion]

[dogs whining]

[Von Willebrand speaks indistinctly] Please!

[Laura] Come on, puppies.

-[Von Willebrand groans] -[Laura, groaning] Come on, puppies.

[Von Willebrand, Laura sigh]

[exhales] Next time, two more dogs, please, okay? [groans]

-Hello. -[dogs barking]

[Von Willebrand] Oh, wow. Here he is.

[donkey braying]

[uneasy music plays]

The first gold hunters in Alaska arrived to temperatures of 35 below zero,

unpredictable blizzards, ferocious and violent competition.

Thousands died en route!

Those that made it…

dug into the night…

[groans] …knowing that if they waited till summer,

someone would beat them to it! [grunts]

-[grunts] -[rhythmic strikes]

-[grunts] -[rhythmic strikes]

[scattered applause]

-[Von Willebrand] Uh… -[Laura] Hmm.

[Von Willebrand clears throat]

I had this replica of Snailtown,

or Camp Freedom as I'm told it was colloquially known,

built so that I would never forget the blood, gristle and flesh expended

on this ground by men like my great-great-grandfather Zebulon Snail.

Come!

His fortune… Come on! It didn't fall from the sky.

No, no. He dug every scrap of it out of the frozen dirt

until he could hold it in his hands!

[distant bird sounds]

[suspenseful music plays]

Come on.

There's a disease at work in our world.

A virus that's gnawing away

at the very foundations of global free market democracy.

That virus…

is fragility, laziness.

All these drugtaking, lap-sitting, "mummy-mummy" feather fucks

using words like "equality", "diversity", "trauma"

as a cheap hat-and-moustache disguise for a good old-fashioned communist cabal.

People claim, these elites claim,

that hard-working citizens like you and I are the problem.

-Really? Really? Oh, well, really. -[guests murmuring]

No, we're really the solution.

-[guest] Yes. -Yeah.

Progress is profit-driven. It's made by men like Zebulon,

who hired freed slaves to work in his mines.

Who gave them a chance to make their own fucking bread.

Whites, blacks, ex-cons from "Me-hi-co"

fought shoulder to shoulder to persuade the natives towards relocation.

They were brothers, these men. Zebulon made them so.

That is how progress is made, my friends, by men making it.

[chuckles, inhales]

So, that's why…

you, my most trusted colleagues and brightest sparks, are here today.

I want you to head up

a new independent division of our company.

It's… um… somewhat of an image makeover for our little enterprise.

It's going to be focused on social interests. Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. Renewable energy, infrastructure, philanthropy.

And you'll all have shares in it.

Let's show these red pests that the free market is, has always been,

the greatest driver of innovation and fairness that humanity has come up with.

The human urge to make a buck.

It ends wars, it keeps the peace, cures diseases, breaks down borders.

Let's show the world that gold is found on this planet

by men prepared to step out into the cold…

[screaming] and swing an axe…

[normal] at the ground.

Sir, excuse me. So the offer is: stock options

in a division with basically zero profit potential?

-[wind howling] -[floor creaking]

[gentle footsteps]

"Mr Yi", is it?

[inhales] Mr Yi thinks I'm a cocktease!

[guests laughing]

-[Mr Snail] No, Mr Yi. -Oh!

[smacks lips] Mr Yi, just think of the shares

as a way of feeling… part of a family.

I'll also triple your wages, with benefits.

And I'm not talking street-corner dental insurance.

That should grease the squeakier wheels, if you will. So!

Gentlemen, ladies, please take ownership of your new stock.

[murmuring]

-[Laura] Is Captain Crunch for real? -Look for yourself.

[pensive music plays]

-Yes… -[scoffs]

[chuckles]

[Laura scoffs]

[pensive music continues]

Congratulations, Laura.

-[upbeat music playing] -[cheering, laughing]

You're needed inside.

Do you have a cigarette I could borrow?

Thank you.

[door opening, creaking]

-[exhales deeply, sniffles] -[footsteps approaching]

[Mr Snail clears throat]

Trying to live longer.

Cold, isn't it?

I like it.

-[clears throat, sniffles] -[Laura sighs]

You're the one who likes butting heads with my son.

Sends him crying home to dadda.

-Palmer. -Laura.

[grunts] Do you know what my son makes his P.A. do?

He makes her take 32 pills a day just so he can drink her piss.

I can't have that freak running something as important as this.

Apparently they've started calling him "The Chicken Coop"

because he's so full of crap. [grunts]

My daughter is a mystery to me as well, sir.

I've heard there's an auction going on at Buckingham Palace.

All the proceeds going to some charity or other.

Inside the palace?

Yes, they're opening it up specially, apparently.

It's high profile. It's a good opportunity for us to assert our new division.

Take one of the choppers. You'll have to change at Anchorage.

Something to read on the flight.

Bid high, spare no expense and crush any opposition.

I need us to make a splash here, do you understand?

Mmm-hmm.

Hmm.

How old is your daughter?

Anna? She's 16.

But I've recently started to suspect

that she's been possessed by some sort of evil demonic spirit. [chuckles]

[grunts, chuckles]

[inhales] Read the book. Find someone.

Pass it on.

Do it soon.

[suspenseful music plays]

Pass it on? It's in every bookshop in the world.

[engine whirring]

[wind gusting]

[Mr Yi speaking Chinese]

[continues speaking Chinese]

[continues speaking Chinese]

[speaks Chinese]

He's sending me to Sicily to audit a couple of refugee camps.

Hmm.

I thought African migrants were just

something you pretend to feel bad about at cocktail parties.

Turns out they can also make you rich. Win-win, I guess.

Come on, it's a joke.

[line ringing]

[on phone] Hi. It's Anna. Leave a message.

[beep]

[line ringing]

-[Tony] Sí? -Anna's not answering. Is she with you?

[Tony] Laura, it's the middle of the night.

Anna had to study, so she's sleeping at a friend's house.

You know she has these things called "exams"?

-[Laura] Which friend? -[Tony] Leire.

-[Laura] Leire? The one who eats crayons? -[typing]

[Tony] No, that's Nora. And that was like ten years ago.

-Is this urgent? -[Laura] I just got some good news.

[Tony] The kingdom of heaven has fallen?

[thumping noise]

[pensive music plays]

[rhythmic thumping, clicking]

[suspenseful music plays]

[ominous tone]

[suspenseful music continues]

[suspenseful music continues]

[typing sound]

[ominous tone continues]

[ominous tone intensifies]

[line ringing]

Hi, it's Anna. Leave a message.

Anna, call me back ASAP, okay? We need to talk.

-[police sirens blaring] -Have you seen the news?

Do we know what's going on?

Nothing. The whole thing's been overblown.

For my money, it's a bunch of 17-year-old coders

-playing God in their mother's basements. -And the auction's still on?

Yeah, they don't want to fuel the panic.

The King's indisposed, but they're sending a prince or a duke or something.

-Why aren't we moving? -Yeah…

You made it. Don't stress. We are not in a rush anymore.

-Everything's fine, isn't it? -Everything's fine.

[vehicles honking]

[Laura clears throat]

You think of me as rich?

-[scoffs] Yes. -But not really.

Comfortable, maybe. But, even now, it's nothing compared to some people.

I'm on my way, but I'm still decades off of being like, you know, actually rich.

Yes, of course. But you're… You're still rich.

Middle class.

No, just middle class. For sure. Yeah, sure. Oh, yes! Yes, yeah.

This gown is so beautiful.

[police sirens blaring]

[clamoring]

[scanner beeps]

[scanner beeps]

[auctioneer] We're going to open the bidding today at £50,000.

Thank you.

One hundred.

Two.

Two hundred.

Two hundred and fifty.

Three hundred.

Three hundred and fifty.

Four hundred.

Going once at 400,000…

Going twice at 400,000…

-[gavel hit] -Sold for £400,000 to the gentlemen.

[applause]

[auctioneer] Our next item is a copy by an unknown artist

of the celebrated Raft of the Medusa,

by French romantic painter Théodore Géricault.

This item has also been donated by the Royal Family.

[applause]

The painting depicts the tragic shipwreck of the frigate Medusa

off the coast of Mauritania on July 5th 1816.

Without enough boats for all those on board,

146 men and one woman were forced to take refuge on a makeshift raft,

upon which nearly all of them perished.

[eerie music plays]

[piercing tone]

Now, today we're going to open the bidding at £50,000.

[pensive music plays]

Thank you.

One hundred.

One hundred and fifty.

Two hundred to the lady.

Two hundred and fifty.

Three hundred.

Three hundred and fifty.

Four hundred to the lady.

[phone ringing]

[attendants murmuring]

[whispering] Hi, my love. Can you give me just two minutes?

[Anna] Mum, I need to talk to you.

[murmuring continues]

[Laura] Um…

-[attendant] Over here! -Four hundred and fifty.

[Anna] Hello?

-[auctioneer] Five hundred. -[Anna] Are you there?

-Mum, are you still there? Mum? -[auctioneer] Five hundred and fifty.

-Six hundred. -[clamoring]

Two million!

[attendants gasp]

-Two million? -[Anna] Mum?

-What are you doing? -Two million.

[Anna] What? Where are you?

Going once at…

-Mum, are you there? -…two million pounds. Going twice…

at two million.

-[line crackling] -[Anna] Hello? Are you there?

[gavel hit]

Sold for two million pounds to the lady who's apparently walking out the door.

-[Anna] Mum, are you still there? -Anna, I just spent two million pounds.

-[Anna] Wow. On what? -On a painting. It's for charity.

-[Anna] What charity? -[agitated] Oh, I feel…

[sighs] Two fucking million, Anna!

Honey, you've got to get over here. The life we're gonna lead, it's like…

It's like dream time, everything we've ever wanted.

[Anna] Mum, maybe we should talk about this another time.

I know, I know. I'm sorry, I know you're at your friend's.

But you've got friends here too. And you'll make more.

And you can fly back to Barcelona any time you like, okay? I promise.

[Anna sighs] Mum, you've clearly had a very exciting day.

-[man] I'd drink this wine, even if… -And you're feeling really…

I've just wanted this for you for so long, honey.

[laughing]

[Anna] Fine. Okay.

-[clamoring] -[Anna] I didn't want to say this now,

but I don't think what you want for me and what I want for me

-are the same thing anymore, Mum. -[man screaming in pain]

[Anna] Mum, did you hear what I said?

-Hello? -[man 2] Let me through, I'm a doctor!

-[Anna] Hello? -[murmuring]

[man yelling]

[Anna, very distant] Seriously?

-[Royal Family member choking] -[clamoring]

[Anna] Are you still there?

-Mum? -[choking]

[Anna] Are you okay?

Mum?

[TV news music]

[newscaster] The Government has decreed three days of national mourning.

It is a time, they say, in which the country must come together.

Yes, the Government have raised the terrorist threat level

and have ordered the indefinite closure of national borders.

Neither Biden, nor Xi Jinping have made any public appearances.

Washington and Beijing have confirmed suspicions of terrorist activity

and given the military funds

to investigate the toxic agent responsible.

Billionaires go missing while the authorities…

The symptoms are reported to include a strange glow from the teeth.

-…poll is still open. Who you think…? -Right across the Middle East…

-The Vatican spends… -Billionaires make massive donations…

Financial activity suspended across OECD countries jeopardizing…

We need immediate task forces, medical care and police protection.

Police protection? Oh, my God.

Come on, again!

If this is a terrorist act targeting our economic reference points,

where does that leave us?

We could be facing a financial crisis like we've never seen before.

A parasite is not a reference point at all.

There's zero evidence that this is in fact a terrorist attack.

Hang on, let me finish. No, hang on, let me finish.

It looks like a virus, it's acting like a virus.

And every day it's becoming more like a virus

that's attached to the social elites, Okay?

[continues on radio] No, I didn't say that.

I'm not ruling out the possibility of a terrorist threat,

but the information they're giving us isn't consistent with that.

What I'm saying is: if this is something else,

what we need to know, as soon as humanly possible,

is whether whatever is killing the billionaires is going to be contagious

-to the rest of us as well. -[man] Of course it is. A disease that--

[driver] They've gotta start rounding them up.

If this is one group, lock them up together. Contain it.

I can't do another full lockdown.

[phone ringing]

-Anna? -[woman] Hi, Indira.

-Mum? -Anna's here with me. She's fine.

She's there with you. Why is she there with you? Put her on.

She doesn't want to talk to you right now.

She's going to spend a few days out here.

It sounds like you and Tony are managing this divorce

-quite terribly. -What? No!

-Get it sorted out. -You get her back to Barcelona now!

-And leave Anna out of it. -You get your grubby hands off my family!

-[line disconnects] -Fuck… God!

Of all the places she could go, she goes to my mother's.

[sighs]

Who's Indira?

[police sirens blaring]

-[line ringing] -[Laura] No, of course it's your fault.

No, you're not going there without me. Granny McPhee needs a "United Front."

I'll be in Barcelona tonight. Yes, I'll be in Barcelona tonight.

-Get me a flight to Barcelona. -Yeah, okay. Wait, Laura.

Yeah, thank you.

-[phones ringing] -Miss Palmer…

Miss Palmer, hi, congratulations.

How are you feeling? Apparently you met with Mr Snail Senior today?

Is the meeting still on?

We're still waiting for a few heads of departments.

But did you get to talk to him?

-Like one-on-one, close proximity? -Is Baby Coop here?

Yes, he is, but he's a little unsettled.

[glass shattering, distant]

Uh… Miss Palmer, maybe don't… It might be contagious.

-[banging] -[glass shattering]

-[loud thud] -[Sebastian yelling]

[guitar playing]

[door creaking open]

-[playing a ballad] -[broken glass clinking]

[birds tweeting]

[water gurgling]

[sighs]

[guitar thuds, some chords sound]

Ooh.

Guten tag, Madam Führer. Or should I say auf wiedersehen?

-What are you doing? -I'm vacating. I'm making space.

[loud thud]

No, I'm serious. I'm out. [sighs] You're in. All hail!

They let me in charge of one measly subdivision.

There's no reason we can't have a great working relationship across departments.

You know, I really value your skills and experience, Seb.

Oh, my skills and experience? That is… Wow!

Do you mind if I record that and set it as my ringtone?

Listen to it late at night when I'm feeling all fuzzy.

You know what? I'm drunk enough, let's fuck already. Come on.

Okay. Well, you know my Dad's a bastard. But he's a commendably consistent one.

Practically drinks the blood of his enemies with his morning turmeric.

Has done for half a century now.

One teensy-tiny rumor, one tweet-tweet game of Chinese whispers

and Atilla the Hun's running for the hills!

[objects thud]

Throwing his gold at any snakey-climby peasants

that are too gaga for a title bump to ask any questions.

[objects rattling]

Congrats on your stock appreciation by the way.

You should buy yourself a new watch.

[sighs] What are you talking about?

Oh, Blackbeard himself, my dear papa,

has performed financial hara-kiri on the family fortune.

He's also fired… Um… Uh… Oh, me. [chuckles]

Effective immediately. All because he's scared of some plague.

Sebastian Snail burns 30 bill over some internet hysteria. No…

No, no, don't worry about me. I'm fine.

You see, I've been planning on being disowned for years. Thank God.

You know, diverting company cash into my own private investment fund.

Oh, hopefully it'll be enough for a smaller, more intimate castle.

-Fuck… Seb. Hold on. Hold on. -This is his way of trying to protect me.

Or maybe it's even because he loves me for what it's worth?

But, anyway, he decided that cash wasn't the same thing as love.

And he's just given you loads of it. So, enjoy! [scoffs]

[ominous tone]

What?

[ominous tone intensifies]

[footsteps running]

Laura, they've declared a state of emergency,

-so every single flight is cancelled. -Find me something, all right?

Private jet, magic carpet… I don't care what it costs.

The more the better.

-Okay. -Christian…

-Get out of here as soon as you can. -Okay. Hey, Laura…

We'll be just fine, okay?

[suspenseful music]

[clamoring]

[protester] …from their ivory tower and bring them down for the rest of us!

[screaming]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Von Willebrand] Hey, how did you do?

Laura? You hear me?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, all rosy.

Just… What's happened to my stock?

[Von Willebrand] What do you mean, "what happened to my stock?"

Are those some fucking vegans? Throw them a carrot.

-Boil them alive! -Check my stock.

-[sighs] okay. -[cutlery clattering]

[vehicle engine revving]

-[screaming] -[loud crash]

[driver] Bloody hell.

You're not… You're not rich, are you?

-No. -[Von Willebrand] Laura?

-I wish. -Laura, are you there?

Sorry, it's my boss. I'm a P.A.

-[Von Willebrand] Do you hear me? -Yep.

[Von Willebrand] So, yeah, you're right. There has been some movement.

You know, after your signature,

the parent company was decapitalized in favour of the subdivision

-you have a stake in… -okay. So…

You were talking about shares or something.

[scoffs]

[Von Willebrand] So, right now your holding is worth…

900,000,000 dollars.

Under any other circumstances, I'd say let's pop the champagne, but…

No, you were. You were talking about stocks and… You're rich!

[Laura] Are we fucked here? There's no way of reneging on the contract?

[Von Willebrand] I don't think so.

And with the markets closed, the value of the stock is frozen.

The only way I can think of to reduce your wealth

is the good, old-fashioned one: spending it.

Or, I suppose, giving it away.

If you can find some poor bastard who'll take it off your hands.

[Laura] okay, I need you to do something for me. Send it to Melissa in Legal.

[suspenseful music plays]

[suspenseful music plays]

[ominous tone]

[door bell rings]

[ominous tone continues]

[door bell rings]

[door bell rings]

-[door swiftly opens] -[breathes shakily]

Laura Palmer?

You've been listed among a number of strategic figures for special protection.

We can take you to a secure location or, if you prefer to remain in your own home,

you'll be confined here under our protection. Do you understand?

We're here for your safety.

-[sighs] Thank God. -Would you like to come with us?

Uh… Yeah. Yes, I think that would be best.

I've been really afraid here so… I'm… Just let me get my things?

Okay. [sighing]

[unnerving music plays]

[door opens]

[bag thuds]

[unnerving music continues]

[Laura] It's the only thing going to Barcelona?

Oh, no, that's great. That's great, Christian.

Um… Melissa from Legal is gonna give you an envelope for me, all right?

Okay, great, meet me there. Thank you.

[door thuds shut]

-[seatbelt clicks] -[engine starts]

[TV news music on radio]

[line ringing]

[newscaster] Meanwhile the Prime Minister has strongly warned the public against…

[distorted] Hi, it's Anna.

[newscaster] This comes after a slew of reports of civilians

threatening the lives of the wealthy in an attempt to contain the virus.

[newscaster 2] A list of billionaires' home addresses was anonymously posted

-on social media site Reddit… -The fire brigade are reporting shortages

after blazes in Knightsbridge, Chelsea, Marylebone, Hamps--

[car engine revving]

-[planes whirring] -[man yelling]

[crowd panicking]

-[clamoring] -[honking]

[Christian] She's my passenger. She's going with you, okay? Not me.

[suspenseful music plays]

It cost you a small fortune, but you've got a seat.

This thing can make it to Barcelona?

-Yes, that's what they said. -[man 2] I'm a friend of the owners.

I've just been on the phone to them!

[man 3] My wife and I have already paid!

-[man 2] Fuck it. -[Laura] Thank you for this, Christian.

For everything.

Whatever you need, boss. Here are those papers.

[man 2] If you wanna keep your job, fucking let us on now.

-[woman] Lentil and I are first. -Get that dog away from me.

-Animals spread disease. -There's no worse animal in this world

-than a man with no manners-- -[woman screams]

[dog whines]

[screams]

-No! Fuck me! What are you doing, man? -[clamoring]

-[pilot] Stay back. One at a time. -Just go, get in.

-Christian, I'm so grateful. -Just go, get in, get in.

I just… I have one more favour to ask, okay?

Tony's crushing me in these divorce talks. He's gunning for everything I've got.

I just… I need you to temporarily take hold of my assets

just until the agreement's done.

All right? Keep his filthy hands off our future.

You just need to write your name up here

and then sign an initial at the bottom, okay?

-[wind gusting] -[helicopter blades whirring]

-[gasps] -Come on, you! You! One at a time.

[clamoring]

[Laura] Christian!

Christian!

[dramatic music plays]

Close the door! Close that door right now!

[alarm blaring]

[door closes]

[alarm beeping]

[yelling]

[alarm beeping continues]

[helicopter blades whirring]

-Tony? I'm on my way, okay? -[Tony] Laura, I can't hear you.

Meet me at Barcelona Airport in six hours.

-[Tony] Laura, I can't hear you. -Barcelona Airport, six hours!

[Tony] I'm sorry, I can't, I'm at the coast. I'm at your mum's.

You're at my mom's?

Okay. Well, just put Anna in the car and come meet me.

[Tony] Laura, you've got no idea what the city's like right now.

It's really fucking scary.

-I saw this guy swinging… -[mumbles]

…a bike lock over his head like it was a kind of battle axe.

Tony, please.

Just come get me, okay. I…

I need you. [sighing]

[pensive music plays]

Tony!

[Tony] The airport, six hours' time. All right.

[rumbling]

Jesus Christ… What are they doing?

Oh, my God. What if we were too hasty though?

Maybe we should've taken the government's protection.

They haven't come to protect you.

They're guarding every jet and yacht in the South East.

They want to shut us down, lock us in and leave us to die.

[man 3] That's completely hysterical.

That's the British Army, not some street gang.

Wake up, grandad. The Bastille has fallen and they're greasing up the guillotines!

Oh, come on!

I'll have you know that my cousin works for the Home Secretary--

-He's lying, babe. They all are. -All right, rein it in.

It's just a moment of insurgence.

The armed forces will soon get it under control.

-Let's not lose our heads. -[man 4] It's cyberterrorists.

The truth will come out and it'll settle down.

And yet here we all are, fleeing the country in a shaky antique teapot.

Face the facts. This isn't a lunchtime fire drill.

There's a new virus out there.

And they, "the people", have got it in their stupid, tiny heads

that it's spreading through the rich. They'll burn us all to stop an outbreak.

-That's absurd. Nobody is thinking that. -I'm not even super, super rich.

Everyone who's died earns way more than me.

That guy. He earns more than me.

That's not true. I'm having a very mediocre year.

I earn nothing compared to both of you!

What does "rich" even mean? Where would the cut-off point be?

They're fine distinctions to the pitchfork people.

We're all the same to them.

It's lizard-brain fear hocked up on mob mentality,

burning on a pyre of decades, centuries-worth of class hatred.

Jealousy and… What? What is it?

[woman] Look at him!

-His teeth! His teeth! -Oh, my God!

He's contaminated.

Get him off the plane! He'll infect us all!

[clamoring, grunting, groaning]

[grunting, groaning]

-[woman yelling] -[screams]

What are you doing? You idiots! Shut that door now!

Shut that fucking door now!

[screaming]

[tense music playing]

[screaming continues]

[both screaming]

-[strong gusting wind] -[tense music playing]

-[helicopter blades whirring] -[ominous tone]

[tense, foreboding music plays]

[chiming]

[rumbling, electric whir]

[Laura] We can't land at the airport. We're going to Montjuïc.

Not the Olympic stadium. It's a kind of sports complex on a hill.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[helicopter engine hums, blades whirring]

[man] Good luck.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-24 hours, not a minute longer. -Tony?

I'm going out the back door, all right? Hurry, I'll send you my location.

[panting]

[line ringing]

Von Willebrand here, please leave a message after the tone.

[sighs]

[helicopters blades whirring]

-[explosions, distant] -[police sirens blaring]

-[explosion] -[Laura pants]

[tense, foreboding music plays]

[helicopter blades whirring continues]

[ominous tone]

[ominous tone continues]

[screams]

[breathes shakily]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[vehicle honking]

[continues honking]

[distant sirens wailing]

[distant explosion]

[Tony] It's chaos, chaos out there.

IT repairmen foaming at the mouth, demanding the skulls of the rich.

Anyone with money is being taken away, whole families.

No one's daring to go to work in case they earn over the "threshold".

Not that anybody knows what the "threshold" is.

Or if there even is one. It's a fucking grapevine jungle.

It's just a good job that this happened before your promotion went through.

This is another… police checkpoint.

This is the third one today within two blocks.

This can't be fucking happening.

[sirens blare]

[objects in bag rattling]

What are you doing? What's in there? What's in that bag?

Laura, what's in the backpack?

Nothing. It's just clothes. [mumbles] Just clothes. Get off!

What's in it?

-Hiding this, what are you trying…? -[objects rattling]

What the fuck is that? What are you doing with all this stuff?

The banks were closed. What did you expect me to do?

Honey, your liquid assets

-are gonna get us fucking murdered… -Oh, don't…

[tense music plays]

[window whirs down, door opens]

[in Catalan] Go over there, please.

[car door closes]

[beeps]

[beeps]

[in Catalan] Open your mouth.

-Both clean. -Excuse me.

Papers and destination.

We're picking up our daughter from camp.

[policewoman, in Catalan] Your papers, madam.

[policeman, in Catalan] Thank you.

Papers, please.

Papers, please.

[breathes shakily]

[horn blaring]

[loud crash and metal crumpling]

[rumbling]

[tires screech]

[in English] Tony, come on! Come on! Let's go!

[sirens wailing]

[intense, suspenseful music plays]

-[engine revving] -[tires screeching]

-[clamoring] -[explosions]

-[sirens wailing] -[clamoring]

[man] After the Covid-19 pandemic, we invested in research,

we strengthened all emergency protocols.

-[clamoring] -[static]

The virus seems completely resistant to financial aid.

Attacking the heart of our social-economic system, effectively,

decapitating all power structures.

[woman] We're trying to purchase and distribute medical supplies,

but no company will take our payments.

…rendering all crisis management tools at our disposal.

The more we invest, the more we're simply fanning the flames.

In the last pandemic, we saw doctors and nurses stepping up,

putting themselves in harm's way for the greater good.

And yet now, when it's their turn to step up to the plate,

the rich are closing down their businesses,

destroying their assets in an attempt to save their own skins.

And, in doing so, they're dooming us all.

[static]

[fighter planes whirring]

[pensive music plays]

[gravel crunching]

[car door closes]

-[light rain] -[suspenseful music]

[car door closes]

[seagull screeching]

[thunder rumbling]

[rooster crowing]

[girl laughing]

[rain dripping]

[Laura] Hey.

[tense music plays]

[ominous tone]

[ominous tone intensifies]

[mother] Hola, cariño.

Could you hand me that green pot of paint there?

I'm so happy that you're home.

How was your flight? Not too turbulent I hope.

The winds have been wild.

You look good. [sighs] How long has it been?

You need to stop meddling in my family, Mom.

Oh, come on, honey. Don't be so boring.

What's a little giggle before the stoning begins?

-She's my kid. -And she's safe and sound!

Okay, I know indoctrination is your favourite little hobby,

but do we think this is maybe a little bit insensitive to be feeding a teenager?

-People are dying! -Yeah.

Thousands of bodies in the Mediterranean. Millions of people starving to death.

Our planet is on fire.

All while your pals in power continue to line their pockets.

People who thought that they were untouchable, but they're not.

It's a hate symbol.

Yes, and I'm glad that's coming across.

What about you? [chuckles]

Claiming the moral high ground?

"Boo-hoo."

"People are dying and I'm not a self-interested little snake charmer

who's too busy and too important."

Anna is fine.

Take a look around. You don't see anybody eating anyone here.

Right?

[tense, foreboding music plays]

[objects rustling]

[indistinct conversations]

[children screaming, laughing]

-I'm gonna wait out here. -Do you want me to get you…?

[tense music intensifies]

[man] Laura Palmer…

You changed your name, but you keep your watch.

I can still remember when you bought it with your first waitress's paycheck.

[Laura] "Laura" was a terrible choice, as it turns out.

That's what happens when you're brought up in a dark hole like this one,

cut off from the rest of the world.

Well, I liked it.

-[in Spanish] I hope you like it. -[in Spanish] Thank you.

I have a theory.

It starts at the top.

the tech-billionaires and oil barons.

and then slowly, but surely, it starts to trickle down.

Royalty...

Bankers...

When does it get to you, Laura?

[suspenseful music plays]

[Tony, in English] Still no signal.

Here you go. Careful, it's hot.

Oh, that's nice.

-[Laura] My father painted that. -[Tony] Did he? I mean, it's…

It's a catchy slogan. I don't know how it would read in the winter…

[Laura scoffs]

I presume he's still painting it on every wall he finds. Wherever he is.

Okay.

Come on. No, okay, fine.

[sighs]

-Tony… -Yeah?

[sighs]

What?

I'm incredibly rich.

Rich enough to keep your passport in your pocket at the checkpoint? That rich?

[sighs]

Fuck.

I… Oh, God, it's horrible. Um…

[smacks lips] I tried to palm it all off on Christian.

Christian as in your assistant? Jesus-fucking-Christ, Laura.

I got my lawyer to draw up transfer papers and everything. I'm…

[scoffs]

Fuck.

God.

What if I'm carrying it?

-What if I've brought it here? To you… -Look, look.

We don't know anything about this thing. We don't even know if it's contagious.

-No, I should go. -Get that out your mind.

No, I should leave. I should go. I should turn myself in.

Turn yourself in to who? Who are you gonna turn yourself in to?

You won't go. You're not going anywhere. Don't be ridiculous.

-[man] Laura! -Just--

Tony. [pants] I've been asked to tell you…

you all have to leave.

-What? -That checkpoint on the road…

-All of us? -What you mean we need to leave?

-[mother] What's going on? -Well, he says we have to leave.

Not you, Martha, but they have to go.

-No. -There was a vote.

Without you or me. But it wouldn't have changed anything.

-They're not going anywhere. -People are afraid.

Pablo, there is no place for her to go.

-[Laura] It's okay. It's okay. I'm gonna go. -[Tony] No, you are not.

Tony and Anna are gonna stay and I will leave.

-[Pablo] I can ask. -That is absolutely not happening.

But I don't think they'll accept that.

Get out of here! Out of here!

[clamoring]

-Ask them. Yes, ask them now. -You're not going any-- okay!

Okay… It is okay.

[in Spanish] Please!

[in English] Will you calm down?

[in Spanish] I'm going, all right?

-Let them stay. -Calm down!

-[in English] We have to stay together. -We're not gonna go anywhere.

-Stop! -[Tony] There's a child here! It is fine!

It is okay, you need to stop shouting now!

Everyone come inside and we can talk about this sensibly.

Sorry.

[Pablo, in Spanish] Left, right...

Pull the levers to go forward and back.

An down there, there's another one.

-And for... -Leave it, Pablo.

I know how this boat works.

[man, in English, on radio] We're stuck in the port of Marseilles.

Can't get out.

I don't know how long we can keep transmitting.

-Go. -[man] I don't know if anyone's listening.

It's a letter for my brother.

-Gracias. -[man continues indistinctly on radio]

[Pablo, in Spanish] Good luck.

[man, in English] If you can't fix it with money…

-[Tony] I'd say that… -[man] …you can fix it…

-[woman, radio] How are we going to live? -[man] People with--

[woman] How are we going to get out of this crisis?

Everybody's afraid of profits.

If nobody wants anything…

[man] …rage…

[woman] Where would that leave us as a species?

[man] …and fire…

End of transmission. Good luck.

[eerie choral hum]

[ship engine whirring]

So, where are we headed?

[choral hum continues]

Tanzania.

[Laura] Tanzania?

In… In this?

I have a friend who lives in the mountains in Tanzania. Vinza.

He lives in a big house that he built himself,

that's completely self-sufficient.

I think it's safe.

And I think he'll take us in. Until we get back on our feet.

You're talking about the other side of the globe. I mean…

I know. Let's sail to North Africa.

And if we find a safe place, we'll stay. And if not, we continue on to Tanzania.

I mean, if you do have any other good ideas, I'm all ears, okay?

[exhales deeply]

Great.

[ship engine whirring continues]

[choral hum continues]

-[ship horn] -[bell tolling]

[ship horn continues]

[bell tolling]

-[choral hum intensifies] -[water churns]

[choral hum continues]

[choral hum continues]

[choral hum continues]

-[ship engine whirring] -[choral hum continues]

-[choral hum continues] -[gusting wind, water lapping]

[thunder rumbling, rain pouring]

[rain pouring continues]

[knife battering fish]

[choral hum continues]

[thud, rumbling]

What the fuck was that? Put the engine into neutral. What was that?

There doesn't seem to be any damage.

[Martha] What?

[water gurgling]

-[girl, distant] Help! -[Martha] Oh, my goodness.

-[girl] Help! -Oh, my God! Look! There's someone there!

[girl] Help!

[Martha] There's somebody.

Oh, no.

[Tony] I've got this. They can get the end of this.

[Tony groans]

Okay.

[mumbles] Come on! [grunts]

[Martha] Oh, my God! Hello? Hello? Anybody?

-[water gurgling] -[ship engine whirring]

Six days at sea. No help.

What's your name?

How long to Europe?

A lot's happened while you've been out here.

[ship horn]

[ship horn]

[heavy, menacing drumbeat]

[ship horn]

[man shouting in another language on megaphone]

[man continues shouting]

[man continues shouting]

[drum beat continues]

[in Arabic] Origin and destination.

-[mumbles] -We're European refugees.

We seek asylum. We are unsay-ably grateful for your…

Your mercy, your kindness and your hospitality.

[in Italian] We're coming from Spain. We request asylum.

Libya isn't taking any refugees, let alone European ones.

[in English] Libyans aren't accepting any refugees.

-Okay, okay. -[Martha] No! Stop it!

[in Italian] Please, we're just passing through.

We don't want to stay in Libya.

-Just let us reach the coast... -You can bring the black girl out now.

As far as we're concerned, the rot is white.

-[in English] He says the rot is white. -What?

-It's okay. -Okay…

[drum beat continues]

[water lapping]

[ominous tone]

[ominous tone continues]

[soldier speaking Arabic]

[in English] Move! [yells in Arabic]

[soldier 2, in English] Stand up.

-What? Okay, okay. What? -[commander] Africa.

Hmm, Africa.

[Tony] Wait…

[commander] Go.

-No. -Get out!

What? Swim?

[yelling in Arabic]

-Hey! -No, no.

[Martha] I don't want to! [screams]

[water splashing]

[water lapping]

[ominous tone continues]

[panting]

[Martha groans]

[gentle footsteps]

[eerie choral hum]

[choral hum continues]

[Laura] "Gate of Europe, Island of Lampedusa, Italy."

"A monument for the migrants dead and disappeared at sea."

[panting]

[indistinct shouting]

[gentle footsteps]

[woman wailing]

[truck engine approaching]

[clamoring]

[clamoring]

[clamoring continues]

[clamoring continues]

Eat.

[choral hum continues]

[scanner beeps]

Okay?

-[soldier] Passport. -We don't have passports

or any documents because our boat sank.

-[soldier] EU? -[Tony] EU, yeah.

-This way? -Yeah.

[soldier] EU?

EU?

-EU? -Yes.

-[soldier] EU? -Get off me.

[soldier] Hey! EU?

No, no! She's with us. I'm sorry, that girl, she's with us.

I mean that's blatant racial segregation.

Good line, bad line. They get to leave. You…

-[yells in Italian] -Hey, hey, hey!

Calm down. It's fine, I'm okay.

[foreboding guitar music]

[soldier 2] We're doing the best we can, ma'am.

We lost contact with the mainland four days ago.

-We don't wanna go back. -Ships heading south

only accept citizens of African countries.

Yes, of course. We-- [inhales] Uh…

[scoffs] There's-- okay, come on, there's gotta be a way, please.

-Help us out. Okay? -[soldier 2] If there is,

it lies outside our jurisdiction. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Look, I am… I'm a…

I recently made a very large charitable contribution

to charities that work all across Africa.

The places that we're talking about,

it was a total selfless charitable donation.

I would normally never ask for anything in return, but this is a situation.

And it's gotta count for something.

That's not how it works here.

Well, look, have you got any food that you can give us? We haven't eaten--

Food is distributed first thing in the morning on the field.

On the field, okay. And what about somewhere to sleep?

What do we do about that? And do you have face masks or PPE?

Like something. Come on.

We don't even have contraceptive injections.

[tense music plays]

For any of you.

[eerie choral hum]

[choral hum continues]

[choral hum continues]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[choral hum continues]

[inaudible]

[pouring water]

[Mr Yi slurps]

You too?

[Mr Yi] Snail poisoned all the shiny apples in the orchard.

Any idea how to get off this island?

I heard there's a ship to Tripoli tomorrow.

Do we know what it's like in Africa?

[Mr Yi] No one's escaped it. The poorer countries, they are resisting.

The wealthier ones are as bad as Europe.

All the cities are burning. Avoid at all costs.

I tried the boat yesterday. They only take Africans.

-What are we--? -New arrivals stay on the beach.

Find some kind of shelter. Anything.

[whispering] And don't come out before dawn.

[eerie music plays]

Hey…

Next time the Nutty Professor gives us a reading assignment…

I'll read the fucking crib notes.

[eerie music continues]

[gentle footsteps]

[eerie choral hum]

[aggressive yelling, distant]

[choral hum continues]

[child screaming, distant]

-[piercing tone] -[breathes shakily]

[choral hum continues]

[lighter flicks]

[crackling fire]

[choral hum continues]

[Laura, whispering] Tony.

I think something might be about to happen tonight.

[inhales] Maybe tomorrow morning.

I want you to know that I do wish that… [sobs]

that things could have worked out differently, you know?

I don't think I was in the wrong.

But I don't think you were either. [shudders]

And I need Anna to know that I know that I haven't been…

[inhales deeply, exhales]

You're not gonna help me out at all here, Tony?

Tony?

[eerie music playing]

Open your mouth.

[Tony] Looks like you finally have the rich husband you always wanted.

[exhales deeply]

[sighs] What have you done?

Where's the contract?

I gave it to Pablo. It's done. It's done, Laura.

[sighs]

Are my teeth…?

[sighing] Yeah.

I don't want Anna to see…

[eerie music continues]

-Tell me why. -You showed me where it was.

The contract.

You showed me where it was.

And you knew that, if I saw it, I'd sign it.

You knew, so you showed me where it was.

What? Tony…

-It's okay, it's okay. -[Laura mumbles]

-Tony, I would never do that. I'd never… -It's okay.

-Laura, it's okay. -[sighs] I would--

[Tony] Hey…

It's okay.

You know, in the normal world I sincerely believe that she was better off with me.

But here…

[sad, emotional music]

-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. -[Tony] I know. It's all right.

[Laura sobs]

[continues sobbing]

Can you please promise me you'll keep her safe?

Find some remote place far from here and start again.

Keep our daughter safe.

[sniffs, breathes shakily]

[sad, emotional music continues]

-[Martha] No! -Tony.

-[blow landing] -[Anna screams]

Tony.

[both panting]

[intense, suspenseful music]

-[Anna yells indistinctly] -[Laura] No! Let go!

-Anna! -Anna!

[intense, suspenseful music continues]

-Anna? -Anna!

[Anna screams in pain]

[pants] Anna!

Anna!

-[groans] Anna? -Anna!

-[Anna screams] Get off me! -Anna?

[crying] Please, get off--!

Hey!

-[Anna cries] Let me go! -[Laura grunts]

[grunting, groaning]

-[assailant groans in pain] -[grunts]

[grunting]

[grunts]

Run!

-[knife slicing] -[Laura groans, screams]

-Hey! [grunts] -[groaning]

[intense, suspenseful music continues]

-[grunting] -[blows landing]

-[groans] -[grunts]

[yells, grunts]

-[blows landing] -[flesh squelching]

[yells]

[assailant gasping]

[panting]

[eerie music plays]

[gasping] Help…

-[yells] -[blow landing]

-[blows landing] -[flesh squelching]

[groans, pants, coughs]

[breathes shakily]

[ominous tone]

[ominous tone continues]

[wind howling]

[waves gently rolling]

[contemplative music playing]

[wind howling continues]

[contemplative music continues]

[waves rolling continues]

[wind howling continues]

[contemplative music continues]

[howling wind continues]

[contemplative music builds]

[metal tinkling]

[indistinct conversations]

[contemplative music continues]

[contemplative music continues]

[man] You each have a map.

If we get split up, make your way to the meeting point. Come on!

-[all] Go! Go! -[man] Come on!

[choral hum]

[water lapping]

[choral hum swells, becomes uplifting]

[uplifting hum continues]

[man] Land! Land!

-[man 2] Look there! -[woman] I see it!

[clamoring]

[whirring]

[clamoring continues]

[woman 2] Silence!

[man 3 speaks indistinctly]

[woman 3] Stop talking.

[shushing]

[ship engine whirring]

[quiet murmuring]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[water lapping] -[ship engine whirring]

[man] Go!

Jump!

Stop!

Jump!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[submerged, booming ambience]

[water splashing]

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

[sad, emotional music]

Anna!

[sad, emotional music continues]

[water lapping]

[eerie choral hum]

[indistinct voices in Arabic]

[water lapping]

[men yelling in Arabic]

[coughs]

[yelling in Arabic]

[vehicles approaching]

[Laura groans]

[yelling in Arabic continues]

[groans, pants]

[tense, suspenseful music plays]

[groans]

[dogs barking]

-[bells clanging] -[bleating]

[Laura groans, pants]

[yelling in Arabic continues, distant]

[tense, suspenseful music continues]

DON'T HELP THEM GOD WANTED THEM TO DIE!

[tense, suspenseful music continues]

[panting]

[yelling approaching]

[door closing]

[indistinct conversations]

[motorbike zooms by]

[tense, suspenseful music continues]

[truck brakes hard]

[man, in Arabic] We're looking for a woman in a life vest.

[indistinct conversations]

[man 2, on radio] More garbage washing up on the beach!

[indistinct yelling]

[man 3 speaking Arabic]

[howling desert wind]

[panting]

[in English] Laura.

[sobs, cries]

[gentle music playing]

[sighs] You're okay.

[sobbing, sniffles]

[continues sobbing]

[groans, exhales]

[sniffles, sobs]

[dramatic music playing]

[friend] I'm sorry. Laura.

Laura, we need to go.

We don't have time for this.

-[woman wailing, distant] -[friend] Laura.

[ominous tone]

[door opening]

[flies buzzing]

[metallic instruments clinking]

She didn't want you to know, but it was the only way we could secure--

[ominous tone continues]

[vehicle engine starting, distant]

[Laura sniffles]

[truck engine revving]

[ominous tone continues]

[indistinct yelling]

[clamoring]

[howling wind]

[engine starting]

[eerie choral hum]

[ominous tone]

[screeching]

[clamoring]

[indistinct yelling]

[clamoring continues]

[eerie choral hum]

[choral hum continues]

[indistinct yelling]

[choral hum intensifies]

[choral hum continues]

-[bugs buzzing] -[birds chirping]

[gentle footsteps]

[waves gently rolling]

[gentle music playing]

[speaking indistinctly]

[speaking indistinctly]

[speaking indistinctly]

[gentle music continues]

[speaking indistinctly]

-[gentle music continues] -[beach ambience]

[distant gentle waves]

[distant waves continue]

[inhales, sighs]

[birds chirping]

[distant waves continue]

[objects rattling]

[objects rattling]

[birds chirping]

[seagulls squawking]

[objects clattering]

[objects clattering]

[gentle foreboding music]

[music continues]

[thump]

[dramatic music plays]

[dramatic music continues]

[waves crashing]

[inaudible]

[indistinct voices, laughing]

[clapping]

[indistinct conversations]

[dramatic music continues]

[laughing, chattering]

[objects clattering]

[thump]

[dramatic music continues]

[waves gently crashing]

[knife sharpening]

[water lapping]

[inaudible]

[cheering, clapping]

[chanting]

[chanting continues]

[scratching]

[knife sharpening]

[dramatic music continues]

[inaudible]

-[both girls, inaudible] -[indistinct conversations, distant]

[indistinct conversations]

[inaudible]

[dramatic music continues]

[music intensifies]

[eerie, ominous tone]

[eerie, ominous tone continues]

[Laura] Bonsoir.

[eerie, ominous tone intensifies]

[objects rattle]

[eerie, ominous tone continues]

[eerie, ominous tone continues]

[eerie, ominous tone intensifies]