Original subtitles

Man: We saw this cloud of boiling dust

and debris below us with this tremendous mushroom on top.

Beneath that was hidden the ruins

of the city of Hiroshima.

Reporter: President Truman's, dramatic announcement

that Russia has the atom's secret.

JFK: It shall be the policy of this nation

to regard any nuclear missile

launched from Cuba against any nation

in the Western hemisphere

as an attack by the Soviet Union on the United States

requiring a full retaliatory response...

(light music)

Here, have this.

Chris: Hey buddy, can I take this?

Man: Yeah, it's your party, kid.

Chris: Thanks.

Sorry.

Bush: ...has chemical and biological weapons

and he is moving ever closer

to developing a nucl...

Blair: Chemical and biological weapons

which could be activated within 45 minutes.

Bush: Addicted to weapons of mass destruction.

Blair: ...by firing a missile directly through Japan...

Reporter: That tweet from the President that came

late yesterday on North Korea.

The President issuing this over Twitter

saying North Korean leader, Kim Jong-un... Kit: Can you believe this shit?

Chris: The debate team's done, Kit.

Kit: Yeah.

This is real.

This is the shit we're graduating into.

Reporter: ...and more powerful one than his,

and my button works.

Trump: They will be met with fire and fury

the likes of which

this world has never seen before.

Amy: So, Stanford, huh?

Chris: Yeah, yeah.

Amy: I guess sometimes you can always get what you want.

Ben: Look, I'm not trying to be the bad guy here, okay?

You can't serve alcohol to minors.

It's the law.

Chris: Come on, we're gonna be totally out of sight.

Ben: Oh just like New Year's?

Chris: Ben, that wasn't me. That was all Scott and you know it.

Amy: I'm...

Congrats, Chris.

Chris: Thanks.

Hey, are you gonna stick around?

Amy... hey.

Ben: I'm just doing my job.

Chris: Your job is to cockblock me?

Josh: I was gonna hit the gym this summer.

Hardcore.

Curls.

Thrusts.

Camilla: Thrusts, huh?

Josh: Arm thrusts, yeah.

Camilla: Been doing a lot of yoga lately,

it's all part of my grief and sadness

behavior therapy cocktail.

Josh: Uh huh,

How's it going?

Camilla: It's shit.

But I could put my legs behind my head

so that's something.

Josh: Yeah.

That is something.

Chris: Oh.

Josh: Hey man.

You remember Camilla?

Chris: Hey, um.

I'm really sorry about, um,

Chris: I can't imagine what you're going through.

Camilla: Thanks.

Hey Joshie, mom wants another family photo.

I'll stall for you, okay?

Not too long.

(electronic dance music)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Scott: Hello, stepmother.

Laura: You're late.

Chris already gave his speech.

Scott: Ah, then I actually am right on time.

Laura: He thanked you.

Scott: Awe.

Laura: Please tell me you took your meds.

Scott: Come on, for this shindig,

Laura baby, I took all my meds.

Chris: Hey.

You guys coming down?

Amy: Oh, man caves aren't really my thing.

Chris: It's really not like that.

It's um, it's like a place to party.

Trev?

Trev: It's underground.

It's morbid.

But it is a place to party.

(chuckling)

Amy: Hey, I don't have to pretend

to be your girlfriend again, do I?

Trev: Funny, you're funny.

(light dance music)

♪

(footsteps) ♪

(voices)

(electronic dance music)

♪ That girl is a freak ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Freak, freak, freak... ♪

♪ That girl is a freak ♪

♪ Freak, freak, freak... ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I didn't think that that girl was a freak ♪

♪♪♪

♪ That girl is a freak ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Freak, freak, freak... ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Freak, freak, freak... ♪

Amy: How did I not know you guys had this?

Chris: Mom freaked out after 9/11 so they built this place.

(crickets)

(background rap music)

♪

Scott: This is how you end your night, kiddies.

First this one.

Mmm.

And,

this one.

Trev: Maybe you should eat something other than mushrooms.

Scott: Maybe you should stop being such a faggot

and have one yourself.

Come on, anybody? Hm?

Taste of the real world?

Kit: Sure.

♪

Scott: There we go, she's down.

Scott: And how about you, emo dyke chick? Hm?

You want one, what's your name again?

Josh: Shut up, Scott.

Scott: What, Joshy, she's emo.

You're emo, you're like a sad trip to the mall.

Look at her bro, she's got a face like the food court

on Tuesday night.

Camilla: You're a dick.

Scott: What, I mean you're hot

but like, would it kill you to smile?

Man, she's such a fucking downer, bro.

Josh: Her mom just died, fuckhead.

Scott: Oh.

Sorry, all right.

Sorry, that sucks, I'm an asshole.

Voice: You have a family here at home though.

Ben: Yeah I know. I'm actually just wrapping up now, so...

Laura: I told you to watch him.

That was your sole purpose.

Ben: Yeah, and I'm gonna do that right now.

Laura: If he is down there fucking some 15 year old,

it's your job.

Ben: Understood.

Voice: Uh-oh.

Ben: Morning.

And I say that because it's in fact the next day.

You guys have 10 minutes to clean all this shit up

and then I shut it down.

Chris: Oooh.

Ben: That's not an empty threat.

You remember New Years.

10 minutes, guys, I'm not kidding.

(laughing)

Ben: Yeah, that's funny.

I can play like that.

10 minutes!

(clanging)

(laughing)

Scott: So how about you, huh?

Feeling good?

Trav: Kit doesn't have feelings.

Per se, I mean. She's not like a traditional human.

(laughing)

Amy: Okay, I'm gonna go to the bathroom,

and then we will take him home.

Camilla: Yes.

(rattling)

(hissing)

(loud click)

Amy: Guys?

Fuck.

Trav?

(clicking of door)

Guys?

(tense music)

Trav?

Scott: Okay. (laughs)

That's very funny.

Haha, hahaha, what the fuck.

Chris: The lights should be back on by now.

(sudden clanking)

Camilla: There.

Chris: Those aren't the real lights.

Amy: What's happening?

(alarm sounding)

(lock clunking and hissing)

Camilla: What the fuck was that?

Chris: The safety door's closed.

Camilla: What safety doors?

Scott: Jesus Christ, man, I'm fuckin' freaking out.

Alright turn the shit back on.

This shit should come back on!

Amy: Oh.

(deep breathing)

Thank god.

Trav: See, it's just a glitch.

(computer beeping)

Scott: Glitch, whatever, fuck.

I'm getting out of here.

Chris: Relax, Scott. It's just like New Year's.

(beep)

Computer voice: Blast doors initiated.

Security protocols one through 33 commenced.

Josh: That didn't happen last time.

Computer voice: Electrical systems transferring

to offline self-contained modality.

Josh: Don't open the door.

Do not open the door! Scott: Fuck off, half-pint.

Chris: Just, he's right, listen to him.

Josh: Look, those doors have blast valves

that are set to seal when the wave hits.

Scott: Fuckin' rainman, Josh, he's a nuclear scientist!

Chris: Shut up.

Josh: Look, you can't open the door.

Chris: Just in case, okay?

(tense music)

Scott: Fine, assholes.

So, what are we supposed to do?

Chris: I'm not sure.

(beeping)

Computer: Sealing sectors A, B, C, and D.

Initiating oxygen release.

Optimizing pressure.

(fans whirring)

(melancholy music)

♪

Computer: Radiation levels stable.

Exterior test data unavailable.

Testing external links.

Video feeds two, three, six

from 1899 Canandega Lane incapacitated.

Damage to link sites one, five, six, eight, nine.

Camilla: Anything?

Kris: No.

(sigh)

I'm gonna keep trying though.

This should still work.

Camilla: Kit?

Kit: What?

Camilla: Do you know, when you were a little girl,

you always feel like there's that one person

who's gonna come and save you?

For me it's my dad.

I just feel like he's up there figuring everything out,

like he's hit the roads or whatever

and he'll find a way down here.

(slow music)

(buttons clicking)

Kit, hey.

Trav: I really think we should stop trying the phone

and just concentrate on the radio.

Camilla: It won't hurt.

Trav: Line's dead.

Nobody's opened the door.

That phone's connected to a pile of ashes.

I meant the house, not the people.

(hyperventilating)

(phone clicking)

(banging)

(sobbing)

(music)

♪

Kit: Potassium iodide.

For the radiation.

Scott: I don't need that shit, Kit. I need real pills.

Computer: Please perform routine checks

of dosimeters and Geiger counters.

Kit: What next?

Chris: Um...

Check the water.

(machines beeping)

Trav: This is the air vent?

That's it?

You okay?

Amy: Yeah.

Told you to stop asking me if I'm okay.

(sighing) (rattling)

(hissing)

Trav: No, that's not what we're saying.

Chris: That's what you said.

Josh: Center line to the house is dead.

Chris: There's no radio signal either.

Amy: Okay. So worst case scenario, right?

How long exactly?

Chris: We can't be exact, Amy.

Josh: If we conserve, there's the diesel generator.

And if the water calculations are correct

I think we probably have about eight to nine months.

Kit: Okay. But not worst case scenario,

it is completely possible that whatever happened out there

is just local.

Like three mile island.

Camilla: That's our positive scenario?

Okay, just checking.

Josh: Local or not, it may be toxic out there.

So we wait.

Amy: I thought you said the radiation levels were good?

Josh: They are, down here.

Scott: It doesn't matter.

Kitty dick doesn't make the rules.

Chris: Don't call him that.

Scott: He doesn't make the rules,

not for me, not for anyone, okay Chris?

Josh: I'm just trying to keep everyone safe.

Scott: Yeah, well reading a couple pages

in a fucking manual doesn't make you king

of this crisis plan, okay?

Look, there.

See, I got a text.

You know what that means?

World's still out there.

(tense music)

♪

Josh: Wanna sit down?

Scott: No, I don't wanna sit down.

You know what I wanna do? I'll tell you what I wanna do.

I want to open this fucking door.

Josh, turn that shit off.

Amy: We're not turning off our only point of contact

with the outside world.

Scott: Are you fucking stupid?

I got a text. My mom texted me from Dubai.

Amy: One text doesn't prove anything.

Josh: It could be a satellite bouncing off delayed signals.

It doesn't prove there's anybody out there.

Scott: Turn that shit off!

Amy: Leave it on. Chris: Easy, Scott.

Scott: Well then get some fucking headphones.

Amy: Keep it on. If there's someone out there,

they need to be able to hear us.

Scott: Jesus, I am so sick of your stupid shit, you bitch!

Jesus.

Kit: Back off.

(suspecful music)

Scott: Okay.

Kit: You stay out of this.

Kit: Apologize.

(gun clicking)

I swear to God.

I'll put a bullet through your fucking head.

Scott: I'm sorry, okay?

Now we have a problem to solve here.

And I think it'd be best if we put our efforts

towards that instead of having to babysit

the oldest person in here.

Right?

Chris: Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

So why doesn't everybody just

breathe?

(tense music)

♪

Scotty: (sigh)

Camilla: Where the hell did you find that?

Kit: Closet in the back.

Camilla: Just lying there?

Kit: Yeah.

I mean, it was in a case.

Chris: Okay, um.

Do you wanna show me where you got this from?

Trav: You okay?

Scott: I can't fucking breathe.

There is no air and my heart is pounding

out of my fucking chest, all right?

And you know what, bro?

I'm starting to get a bad feeling.

Like a real bad feeling, alright?

Fuck.

Chris: Everything's gonna be okay.

Amy: Based on?

You may wanna start saving those.

(somber music)

♪

(medal raddling) ♪

(plastic crunching)

♪

(plastic crunching)

Camilla: Well I found the tampons.

Amy: Nice.

Scrambled eggs and tampons.

Scott: Fuck.

(mumbling)

Come on, come on.

Come on, please.

Please call.

(breathing heavily)

(light music)

♪

Antipsychotic?

What?

Scott: Oh, I know my pills.

Those are antipsychotics.

Kit: You went through my shit?

Whatever.

I don't need them.

They're just in case.

Scott: Yeah.

Scott: What have you got, like 12 left? Hm?

You ever actually go cold turkey?

Me and you,

oh we're in trouble down here.

See I got brothers here or half brothers, anyway.

Half family.

They should at least half look out for me.

But when shit gets bad for you,

(scoffs)

and your brain goes off the fucking rails,

who's gonna have your back down here,

Kit?

(tense music)

♪

Kit: Here.

You should take this.

Just in case.

(gun clicking)

Scott: First you pull a gun on me and then you give it to me.

You're more fucked up than I am.

Beautiful.

You know you can't stay here either, Kit.

You and me, we are not like these assholes.

You should come with me.

Amy: You should go with him.

At least think about it.

Amy: Where?

Where am I supposed to go?

Trav: I don't know clinic?

Amy: There's food and water here.

We have no idea what's out there.

Trav: There's only two suits.

If they take them, that's it. You're stuck in here.

You can leave, but,

Scott: This is a fucking deathtrap down here!

All right, even if you're right about the water holding up,

even if the world's gone to some kind of shit,

you've only got another eight months left.

Wouldn't you rather know, huh?

Wouldn't any of you rather make some kind of effort?

Amy: You need to leave us a suit.

You can't take both.

(scoffs) Scott: Yeah, the fuck I can't.

You guys are just gonna sit here

and follow Kitty dick's little crisis plan.

Amy: We might need one in an emergency.

Scott: Yeah, well you know what, this is an emergency.

Josh: No, she's right. You can't have both.

Scott: (sigh) Okay, genius, okay.

If I can't have both, then who gets

the second suit, huh? The one fucking suit.

Because when shit goes tits up in here

and believe me, it will, who gets the suit, huh?

Trav: Amy.

Scott: Oh come on.

Why does she get the one thing that's gonna help you guys...

Amy: Because I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

Scott: Come on, bullshit. Bullshit you're pregnant.

You're going to college in the fall.

Amy: Uh huh.

And I'll let you do the math on that one, genius.

Scott: You're pregnant, Trav: She's pregnant.

Kit: The second suit stays.

Scott: Kit, what the fuck, come on. We talked about this.

I can't leave them with no suit

and I'm not going out there without...

Scott: Yes, we're gonna get halfway to...

before these guys do anything down here.

They get to sit here and fucking die, okay?

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Kit: I can't. Scott: Yes you can.

Kit: I can't. Scott: Yes you can.

Kit: I can't. Scott: Yes you can!

Kit: I can't! Scott: I know you can,

so let's go!

Kit: I'm sorry.

(growling)

Scott: Ah, this is a coffin, Chris.

All right bro, it's a big fucking coffin.

Josh: Once you leave you can't come back,

suit or no suit.

Amy: You could be radioactive to the point

of getting us sick.

Chris: Scotty, please, just give it another week.

Scott: No.

Why don't you come with me, Chris, huh?

Why don't you come with me?

(sniffs)

Come on, I need you, little bro, come with me, please.

Please, I need someone, man.

Okay?

Chris: I can't. Scott: Please?

Chris: I'm sorry.

Scott: Please. Chris: Scott.

Scott: Please. Chris: I can't.

(sighing)

(tense music)

Scotty: (heavy sigh)

(tense music)

♪

♪

Nobody's coming with me?

(sighing)

(door whirring)

(suspencful drumming)

(trembling sigh)

(ominous music)

♪

(cranking of door)

(light alarm)

Computer: Warning, warning.

Main access point inner doors have been opened.

Breach, breach. Elevated risk of contamination.

(computer voice warning)

(tense music)

♪

♪

♪

(sobbing)

Camilla: You okay?

Amy: Yeah.

I'm fine.

Camilla: Can I come in?

Amy: Yeah.

(sniffs)

It's just a lot.

Camilla: Guess you won't mind if I take all the tampons.

(laughing)

Amy: They're all yours.

Chris: Just hope he's okay out there.

Josh: Thanks.

For staying.

Chris: Just gotta keep our heads up, huh.

(light music)

♪

Josh: Still think it's worth it?

Kit: It's not.

We can get 2,000 calories a day without it

and we save a ton of energy and water.

It doesn't make any sense.

Chris: Okay, vote.

Hydroponics and planting, hands up for yes.

Kit: Stupid.

Chris: Okay, so um, Josh, you'll be in charge of the farm.

Rationing is done.

Is there anything else anyone wanted to talk about?

Trav: Um, intimacy aids? Some of which require batteries.

Just like Kit.

(laughing)

Kit: Um, just seeing as I seem to be the only one

that holds unpopular opinions here,

sorry Amy.

But if you were,

maybe we should think about an abortion.

Kit: It sounds terrible but it's safer by far.

And it saves resources.

Just something to think about.

(intense music)

♪

Kit: Sorry.

If that was insensitive.

I just,

sometimes I can be a little blunt.

Amy: It's okay.

Chris: I like what you've done with the place.

I just wanted to say, we'll get through this.

Both this and that.

Amy: Your optimism is impressive

and sometimes a little annoying.

Chris: (laughing) Maybe a little charming.

Or a little sexy?

Amy: (giggling) Okay all right, bye.

Chris: (laughs)

(light music)

♪

Camilla: She's up at night.

Josh: You're up at night.

Camilla: No, it's different.

She's like a little weasel or something.

Josh: A weasel?

Camilla: I mean first she's going with him

and now she's not.

Josh: She didn't know Amy was pregnant.

Camilla: Yeah, now she wants her to have an abortion.

I don't like her.

And I don't trust her.

(laughing)

(laughing)

(slow music)

♪

(moaning)

(moaning) ♪

Camilla: Fall leaves.

Wood smoke.

Apples.

Josh: Suntan lotion.

(light music)

Coconut smell.

(light music)

♪

Amy: My dog.

Like taking walks outside,

or being outside at all.

(laughs)

Yeah.

Chris: Kit.

Your turn, same question.

Kit: What do I miss the most?

Hm.

The newspaper.

Like the morning ritual of reading it.

Sitting next to my mom.

The smell of her coffee.

Trav: Hey, do you know what's wrong with puppy love?

Your assholes are too tight.

(laughing)

Barum tss! Thank you so much.

I'm gonna be here for nine months, every night!

Josh: Yeah, you're disgusting.

(light tense music)

♪

(rustling noise)

♪

Camilla: She's stealing.

Chris: There's no proof.

Camilla: No, we have to search her room.

Josh?

Josh: We're not the gestapo.

Trav: (speaking in foreign language)

Trav: I was told there would be a free Continental.

What kind of resort is this?

Trav: So what are we talking about?

Josh: We're gonna burn her at the stake

'cause she's a fucking insomniac.

Camilla: She was taking food, Josh. I know what I saw.

You may not realize this because of where you grew up

but in the real world, bad shit does happen.

People lie and they cheat and they steal.

And people die.

Josh: Okay, Jesus.

Your mom died.

Doesn't make you the queen of everything shitty.

Camilla: That's not fair.

Josh: All our moms are dead.

So fucking save it.

Camilla: I'm sorry.

Josh: I'm sorry too.

Trav: Hi.

Sorry, just passing out lunch.

You know, I always pictured

the end of the world as like a big inclusive orgy.

But, no.

Even the apocalypse is heteronormative.

Josh: Great expectations.

That was a memorable day

for it made great changes in me.

But it is the same with any life.

Imagine one selected day struck out of it

and think how different its course would have been.

Pause you who read this

and think for a moment of the long chain

of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers,

that would never have bound you.

But for the formation of the first link

on one memorable day.

Chris: We are in Bunker 1899 Canandega Lane

requesting assistance please.

Repeat, we are in bunker 1899

Canandega Lane requesting assistance please.

Repeat.

Repeat, we are in bunker 1899

Canandega Lane requesting assistance please.

Repeat, we are in bunker one...

Repeat, we are in bunker 1899 Canandega Lane

requesting assistance please.

Amy: Chris.

You need to sleep.

Chris.

(suspenseful music)

Josh: We can't let him in. We'll all be sick in a day!

Chris: Josh, there is no proof that there is anything...

Trav: He's writing something else!

(tense music)

♪

Amy: He says everything is fine.

Kit: Then why does he wanna come back in here?

Josh: Oh my god.

Look at his face.

(tense music)

♪

(somber music)

♪

Amy: Look, he's got the gun.

Chris: We can't just leave him out there.

We need to know what's going on.

Amy: Don't.

(tense music)

♪

(click) ♪

(door elevating) ♪

(shuttering)

(gunshot firing in distance)

(pensive music)

♪

(somber music)

♪

Trav: It's beautiful.

Camilla: Yeah.

I don't know, I thought we could have

a little memorial or something.

Add whoever you want.

Trav: No offense, Camilla.

But the tree looks kinda like a mushroom cloud.

Camilla: Well fuck.

Yeah it does. (laughing)

It's a nuclear killer tree, it's a tree of mass destruction.

Awesome.

(running water)

Amy: Hey.

I know this isn't something either of you asked for.

But I decided it's safer to wait.

So if no one comes for us, I might have the baby.

So I was wondering if you guys might...

Kit: Yes.

(sniff)

(tense music)

♪

(light music)

♪

Chris: You're stealing food!

Kit: No, no, I wasn't!

(crashing)

Chris:: You're fucking kidding me!

(sobbing)

Chris: I should fucking kill you.

(tense eerie music)

♪

(sobbing)

♪

Kit: I was saving food.

For your baby.

Amy: Kit. You-

Thank you.

Chris: I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Kit: It's fine.

Forgiven.

Forgotten.

Trav: Did you make another fat joke?

(snickering)

(somber music)

Kit: Hello.

Camilla: It's late.

Kit: Someone has to do something.

There needs to be rules against stuff like that.

Kit: What he did.

Camilla: Adults can have baby from there too, Kit,

same as babies.

My mom did a lot of stupid things.

Smoked a pack a day, for example,

gave herself cancer.

Kit: I'm sorry.

The one thing she said to me,

over and over again, she swore by it

like a fucking religion, she said

"Never trust a girl with shifty eyes."

Kit: You don't believe me.

You think I stole food.

Camilla: You have shifty eyes, Kit.

(sobbing)

(deep tense music)

♪

Amy: What?

You went out and took the suit off Scott's body?

Kit: I washed it all in deacon.

Chris: You should have consulted with us.

Kit: I took a shower!

Josh: Have you done an updated radiation reading?

You should up your iodine probably.

Kit: Let me worry about that. Camilla: How was it up there?

Kit: Here's what's gonna happen.

I keep my room, you stay out.

We split off the remaining resources.

Food, water, medicine, everything.

I want my share.

Divide it into sevens.

Trav: Why sevens?

Kit: The baby.

Josh: This isn't right.

We were better off pooling resources.

Kit: I am not asking for opinions.

I am done pooling.

Josh: We need to vote.

Amy: We didn't vote on Scott leaving.

We didn't vote on letting him back in.

Josh: So?

Amy: So let's not pretend this is some kind

of functional democracy.

Chris: Okay, fine.

That's what you want?

Divide the stuff.

(hissing)

(coughing)

(sobbing)

(electricity buzzing)

(sobbing)

(crack)

(sobbing)

(beeping)

Computer: Warning. Oxygen recycling degrading.

22 percent remaining.

Please perform maintenance.

Fuel levels approaching 15 percent.

Begin conservation mode.

(tense music)

(treadmill) ♪

(huffing) ♪

(coughing)

(deep inhaling)

(raddling) (deep inhaling)

(deep inhaling)

(hiss) (deep inhale)

(deep inhale)

Thanks

(deep inhale)

Sorry.

I shouldn't have taken one of your puffs.

Feels like the air is getting...

Trav: Thinner.

Josh: What?

Nothing.

I was just wondering.

Maybe if we'd ever...

I mean, life is short, right?

Real short potentially.

(light music)

♪

(sniffing)

Radio voice: Emergency reserves.

Medical supplies at national processing centers

available at I-94, I-75 and I-96 access points,

as well as through stations at Highway 10

and the Ambassador bridge from Canada.

This National Guard Open message from Detroit Michigan

will repeat broadcast in three minutes.

Chris: Okay, Detroit is only 600 miles away, give or take.

Amy: I wanna go.

Chris: I'm coming with you.

Camilla: Can you walk that far?

If the roads are closed, then she...

Amy: I don't care.

I need to go.

Josh: I'm already sitting in a hot tub

with an ice cream cone.

I can also see the sky.

Camilla: Oh!

Josh: Hot tub, ice cream and the sky.

Camilla: And me?

Josh: No bathing suit.

Camilla: Never.

(light music)

(sobbing)

(wincing)

(groaning)

(hyperventilating)

(muttering)

Help.

Ow.

I don't know.

What's happening?

(sobbing)

(somber music)

♪

(coughing)

(splash)

(hurled coughing)

(somber music)

♪

(crying)

Camilla: It's okay.

(Crying) It's okay.

(ringing)

Kit: Go to the beach and we'll go swimming,

would you like that?

Mhmm?

I'll take you away from these bad people.

I'll take you away from these bad people.

Camilla: Kit?

What are you?

Kit: She was hungry.

Camilla: I think you should give me the baby.

Kit: She needed me.

Camilla: It's okay.

Yeah, I'll just take her.

Kit: I'm- Camilla: It's okay, it's okay.

Camilla: Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Camilla: There you go.

Here we go.

Here.

(baby crying)

Yeah.

(baby crying)

(somber music)

♪

Chris: I'm gonna give Amy a proper burial.

This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Goodbye.

Love, Chris.

(somber music)

♪

Camilla: You took your hand in mine.

And we went out of the ruined place.

In all the broad expanse of tranquil light.

I saw no party for me.

(somber music)

♪

(labored breathing)

(sobbing)

(tense music)

♪

(baby crying)

Camilla: What the hell are you doing?

Kit: I'm taking care of her.

Camilla: Give me the baby.

Kit: She was crying.

Camilla: No she wasn't.

(baby crying)

Camilla: Stay away from her.

(baby crying)

(slow music)

♪

Kit: For Sarah.

Camilla: That's not her name.

Kit: For her.

Kit: I promised Amy.

Josh: Kit.

We'd like the gun.

You have it, right?

Camilla: Give us the gun.

Kit: Lay her down here.

Camilla: Josh.

Kit: She's tired.

Josh: Hey.

Hey!

Look at me.

Stop fucking around, stop looking at her!

You get the gun and you bring it in here.

You get that fucking thing

and you give us the gun.

Kit: Make me.

(tense music)

♪

(sketching) ♪

(baby crying)

Camilla: Where the fuck are you going?

Kit: She's mine.

Camilla: You stay away from her or I'll fucking kill you, Kit.

Camilla: Okay.

Okay.

There we go.

I can't sleep either.

(tense music)

(clinking)

(hissing)

(ominous music)

Computer: Warning, warning.

Water leak in sector B pipe system.

Shutting down tanks B1 and B2.

Diverting flow.

Immediate action required.

Immediate action required.

Camilla: Kit, where's the baby?

(intense music)

♪

(yelling)

Computer: Immediate action required.

Preparing hibernation mode.

All essential systems shutting down.

Heating, water, and electrical supply terminating.

(ominous music)

(struggling) ♪

♪

(struggling) (yelling)

♪

(gun clicking) ♪

♪

(gun firing) ♪

♪

(gun shots)

♪

(tense music)

♪

(intense music) (yelling)

(gun firing)

(yelling)

(screaming)

(intense music)

(zapping)

(fizzing sound)

Computer: Electrical disruption.

Temporary suspension and rebooting the current.

(tense music)

♪

(light music)

♪

(heavy breathing)

(baby whining)

(tense music)

(heavy breathing) ♪

♪

(baby crying)

(suspenseful music)

(baby crying in background)

(ominous music) ♪

(intense music)

Kit: I don't wanna hurt you, Camilla.

(tense music)

♪

Kit: Give me the baby.

Give her to me.

I need to take care of her.

(cocking)

Josh: We're all on the same side.

Scott.

Travis.

Amy.

Chris.

You.

Us.

We're all on the same side.

Give her the baby.

Let her hold the baby.

(tense music)

♪

(clack)

(soft music)

♪

Josh: We're going to call her Amy.

Kit: Yeah.

(machines powering down)

Josh: We need to leave.

Camilla: Now?

Josh: Tonight.

Camilla: Okay.

Okay, we'll leave.

Fuck, then what?

Josh: I don't know, okay.

I don't have a fucking clue.

We go out there and we do what we can.

And we love each other.

And we take care of the baby.

An honest answer.

I'm so fucking scared.

Camilla: Hey.

But we're together.

We'll figure it out, we will.

(light music)

(door hissing)

(light music)

♪

(baby crying)

(light music)

♪

(piano music)

♪

♪ No I won't lose hope, no I won't lose sight ♪

♪ But heaven is a place I just can't find ♪

♪ Run from the shadows and run to the light ♪

♪ Running from a past that I left behind ♪

♪ Haunted by a memory ♪

♪ That I just can't set free ♪

♪ Searching for the man I used to be ♪

♪ I've made my sacrifice ♪

♪ In the ashes of that life ♪

♪ Heaven is a place that I can't find ♪

♪ And I can't feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Every time I think of home ♪

♪ You're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone ♪

♪ It still haunts me like the ghosts ♪

♪ But I know we're not alone ♪

♪ You're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone ♪

♪ No I can't lose hope no I won't lose sight ♪

♪ And I won't stop looking for heaven's light ♪

♪ I hear the angels singing when I close my eyes ♪

♪ I can hear the bells ringing like a siren's cry ♪

♪ Now we're standing at the gates ♪

♪ And I just can't escape ♪

♪ Heaven is a place that I can't find ♪

♪ And I can feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Every time I think of home ♪

♪ You're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone ♪

♪ And it still haunts me like a ghost ♪

♪ But I know we're not alone ♪

♪ You're not alone, you're not alone, you're not alone ♪

♪ And I can feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Every time I think of home ♪

♪ And it still haunts me like a ghost ♪

♪ But I know we're not alone ♪