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There's bitter days ahead...

death and terror,

betrayal and tears...

and not all of you
will live through 'em.

The Dark Man grows
stronger all the time.

I know you feel it, too.

Soon he'll come

to destroy all who stand against him.

His kingdom's in the West,

and it is there you must go

and make your stand.

This is what God wants of you.

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Team two moving to second location.

Do you copy?

Copy.

There's no shame, son.

No, sir. I was an EMT 26 years,

and I thought I'd seen my
share of death, but this...

Seven billion people dead.

You want to puke, son...

... you go right ahead.

I'm fine.

I just need a minute.

How come you're always taking movies?

World that's left's gonna
need entertainment.

Once the power's back on,

I'm gonna open a drive-in
up at the amphitheater,

put up a big screen,
double features Friday night.

You ever seen Risky Business?

- No.
- Oh, it's a great one.

They fuck on a train.

Let's roll.

We put away almost a
thousand units today.

It was dirty fucking work.

As far as I'm concerned,

it's the most important job in the Zone.

But if you've had enough,

if you feel like you
can't take another day,

you won't have to worry about
avoiding me in the street.

But if you can't cut it,

it's damn important you tell me now

so I can bring somebody in
to take your spot tomorrow.

Let's see some hands. Who's coming back?

Good. Let's get a drink.

Well, it's shaping up

to be a beautiful Fourth.

- _
- Our WFTJ Ogunquit AccuWeather forecast

is predicting clear skies
for our nation's birthday

with highs in the mid-80s.

And our good friends at
the Maine State Police

have asked us to remind you
all that fireworks are not toy.

Be safe out there, Ogunquit.

♪ 73 men sailed up ♪

♪ From the San Francisco Bay ♪

Hey, Daddy.

♪ Rolled off of their ship... ♪

Oh, hey.

- Caught me digging, huh, Fran?
- Hmm.

- I brought you some water.
- Thank you, darling.

- How you feeling? A little better?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Kind of lost track of time out here.

So how did, uh, Amy's shower go?

Oh, it was a disaster.
Hardly anybody showed.

- They all have what you have.
- Oh, yeah.

Can I talk to you about something?

Bless you.

Oh, sorry.

Daddy, you're burning up.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh...
maybe I'll have a nap, huh?

- That's a great idea.
- Yeah.

- Come on.
- Okay.

So, uh, you said you wanted
to talk to me about something?

We can talk about it later.

Okay.

- All right.
- What time did you wake up?

Uh, about 6:00, I think?

How'd you feel then?

Got you, you peeping pervert!

Let me go! I didn't do anything!

We caught you in broad daylight, Lauder.

Wait. You know this dipshit?

This is that psycho school shooter
kid I was telling you about.

Already has his own manifesto,

and read it in front of the whole class.

I'm a writer. It was fiction.

Then why'd they suspend you?

You're dead, you sick fuck!

Get the little prick!

Get after him!

Shit.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Fucking T-1000.

Aah!

Holy shit! Did you see that?

Is he fucking dead?

Lauder, are you dead?

I mean, look at this sorry sack of shit.

Karma's a bitch.

We don't even have to kick your ass now.

I ever catch you back
in this neighborhood,

I'm gonna shove your whole
bike up your ass, you hear me?

- I said, do you fucking hear me?
- I hear you!

Good.

Fucking better.

That's our mom,
you twisted little troll.

You're gonna die a virgin, Lauder.

That's for sure, especially after
I post these on Instagram.

Bad news, Ogunquit.

The governor is now considering a ban

on all public gatherings

following the CDC's announcement

that flu season's come early this year.

Well, I don't know about you folks,

but I'd never let fear of the
sniffles keep me from...

Aw...

_

Hey, Mom.

How you feeling?

Oh, horrible.

Your father's on his way home.

He's not feeling well, either.

How do you feel?

- Fine.
- Good.

You can clean up out there.

And don't make me remind you
again about mowing the lawn.

Harold?

What the hell happened to you?

- I fell off my bike.
- You're such a fucking liar.

Some fucking bridal shower.

_

_

Shut the fuck up, Harold!

Tonight's show will be focused

on the news coming out...
or not coming out...

of Arnette, Texas.

The CDC has quarantined the area.

Men in U.S. Army uniforms are refusing

to let anyone in,

including credentialed media.

Cell phone service inside the perimeter

has been apparently jammed,

as has all phone and Internet service.

That's right, folks.

The good people of Arnette...

are completely cut off
from the rest of the world.

Just let that sink in.

_

Thank you, sir. I have got it from here.

Thank... You can go.
Get a haircut, goddamn hippie.

Uh, Mr. Redman. May I call you Stu?

Well, you kept me prisoner
here for three days.

No lawyer, no phone calls.

I figure you can call
me whatever you want.

Okay. I'm Jim. Jim Ellis.

Uh, my understanding is
you've told the nursing staff

that you're done cooperating
with our work here

until they bring in someone
who can answer your questions.

Yeah, I think it's time someone
tells me what the fuck's going on.

Okay. What do you want to know?

Well, for starters, how come you're
not wearing one of those masks?

I'm, uh, too good-looking.

Sorry. Uh,

my psych profile says I use
humor to cope with... stress.

No, the reason I'm not wearing a mask

is because it appears that
you're not contagious.

How do you know that?

Um, turns out that guinea pigs are
at least as susceptible as we are.

They start showing symptoms
almost immediately.

You guys have been
breathing the same air.

It's been almost 70 hours,
and there's not one sniffle.

So it's a virus, what I got?

Actually, as far as we can tell,
you haven't got anything at all.

As to what Mr. Campion had,

yeah, it's a virus,
some kind of super flu.

People are calling it Captain Trips.

Campion was the guy in the car, right?

Come on, let's get some chips
going so I can get some steak.

- Oh, you ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

Let's go, boys. I'm in.

Hap needs a retirement fund.

Okay, flip the next card.
I want to see what it is.

- Get 'em, Hap.
- Okay.

Two. Four.

Turn off your pumps, Hap.

What?

Fuck, shit.

Boy must be drunker
than a fiddler's bitch.

Hap!

He was military, huh?

Afraid that's classified.

So he was military.

You fucking guys.

You were in, yourself...
barely a year, it says here.

Medically retired

following a catastrophically ruptured

right knee meniscus, all tendons.

Ouch.

People I came in here with...
you want to tell me about them?

That's not a subject that
I'm at liberty to discuss.

I woke up three days ago
to men wearing MOPP suits

holding M4s, saying, "Come with us.

No need to be alarmed, sir."

- Look, I...
- Want to tell me about that?

Hey, I advised against those MOPP suits,

but it was kind of a tough sell
with your dog on the porch,

kind of shape he was in.

It was my wife's dog.

Your wife... car accident, right?

I-I read about her in your file.

- I'm very sorry for your...
- Sorry for my loss? Yeah.

The people I came in here with,

people I worked on rigs with,

people I've known my whole life,

my friends, my family...
tell me about them.

- Well...
- What the fuck did you guys do?

- Okay.
- How many of them had what Campion had?

All of them.

What do you mean, all of 'em? What... ?

And how are they?

Ralph Hodges', uh, youngest
daughter, the four-year-old.

- Eva?
- Uh-huh.

She's alive.

She was when I came in here.

What do you mean? What's-what's
that supposed to mean...

"She's alive"?

Mis-Mister Redman, I am so sorry.

This situation... it exists.

We're working to contain
it, and right now

that is all that matters.

We've got the town of
Arnette under quarantine.

We're trying to recreate
Campion's route,

figure out how many people
he may have exposed

before he ended up at Mr.
Hapscomb's gas station.

So, you spoke to him, right? Campion?

Uh, before the ambulance came?

I got you.

Easy, easy, easy.

Grab his legs.

You're gonna be all right. You hear me?

How's my... how's my wife?

How's Sally? How's my kid?

Ralph Hodges and you.

You were the only ones who made
physical contact with Campion.

You're telling me they're all dead?

I am.

What about Campion's family?

- Anyone touch them?
- Just hang in there, all right?

Car just smashed into our pumps.

Clock was red.

The clock?

Red clock means lockdown.

Whole place is supposed to seal.

Hap?!

How are we doing on that ambulance?

Ten minutes out.

I thought if I just...

I thought if I moved fast enough...

Campion came from California, right?

Some bioweapons facility out
in the middle of the desert?

- You know I can't say.
- My point is,

he traveled 1,700 miles
before he hit Arnette?

How many stops is that?

Got to gas up, pee, eat.

You think you can find every
person he crossed paths with?

Well, as far as we can tell,
everyone who comes in contact

with this thing becomes infected.

Everyone but you, and
we need to find out why.

We need to take as much blood
from you as you can tolerate.

Couple of vials every couple hours.

Run it through every
test we can think of.

Run the rest of you through
every scan we have.

Hope that one of these
tracks helps us identify

what's protecting you
from this infection.

Come up with some way
to protect the rest of us.

Keep any more four-year-olds
from ending up like Eva Hodges.

Hey, your wife was a nurse, right?

What do you think she'd tell you to do?

All right.

All right?

Do what you got to do.

Hey, we're back on.

Bring in the tech. Prep
contrast fluid for an MRI.

Excuse me. Allergies.

Hello?

Can anybody hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone alive out there?

This is Harold Lauder.
I live on Ocean Street.

Hello?

Anyone?

I'm here, Harold.

- I'm here, Harold.
- Frannie?

Holy shit, it's good to see you.

Um, obviously, I wish the
circumstances were better.

Can I come in?

- Thanks.
- What happened to you?

- You're all banged up.
- Fell off my bike.

Is that...

- I'm burying my dad.
- Yeah.

I guess you've had some
experience with loss.

Your brother and all.

Well, what about your family? A-Amy?

Managed to get them to the funeral
home before it closed its doors,

and there they sit.

- Doubt they'll ever be buried.
- No,

someone will come back and bury them

when this disease has burned itself out.

Who?

I don't know, someone in authority.

Frannie.

Five will get you ten,

it was the people in
authority who did this.

Some government scientist said,

"Look what I made.

Kills almost everybody. Isn't it great?"

Probably got a medal and a raise.

And then somebody spilled it.

What are you talking about?

What planet have you been living on?

It was all over the Internet
before they shut it down.

I've been kind of busy.

I'm sorry.

Let me help you.

No, I got it.

Look at your hands.

- You can't do this...
- Go home, Harold!

I'm not your fucking babysitter anymore!

No one's coming, Fran.

Fuck.

I love you, Daddy.

My fellow Americans,

we cannot afford to jump at shadows

like children in the dark,

but neither can we afford

to take this serious outbreak lightly.

There is no truth to the rumor

that this strain of influenza

is universally fatal.

Furthermore, there is absolutely
no truth to the vicious rumors

started and spread via social media

that it was engineered
by this government.

Let me be clear.

We have never...

never engaged

in the clandestine manufacture
of substances outlawed

by the Geneva Conventions

or the Biological Weapons Convention.

My fellow Americans,

I ask you to do your part...
by re... by re...

... by remaining calm and
following the instructions

of your emergency response personnel.

To maintain order

and alleviate mass hysteria,
I have author...

Hello, Frannie.

My name is Abagail Freemantle.

You come see me

at Hemingford Home, Colorado.

Can you remember that for me?

Hey!

Oh, good. You're awake.

- Am now.
- Uh, we're moving you.

There's a car waiting
for you downstairs.

Moving me? Where to?

Stovington, Vermont.

A secure CDC facility there.

It's where this whole effort
is being coordinated.

Why are we leaving in
the middle of the night?

Stu, please, I could go to prison
already for what I've t...

You-you know what? No. Fuck it.

Place is compromised.

Nurse's kid tested positive
about a half hour ago.

You're telling me the Arnette quarantine

extends all the way out here?

The nurse's kid testing positive

means we get our very
own exclusion zone.

We're the last living souls in or out.

- For how long?
- Long as it takes.

CDC's still based in Atlanta, right?

Yeah, last I checked.

Why the hell aren't we going there?

Trust me, you should be happy

we're not telling you more than we are.

Dr. Cobb here is gonna
be joining our team.

All right.

That's funny, I wouldn't
have taken you for a doctor.

Yeah. I get that a lot.

He seems fun.

Come on, let's go.

Redman.

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I'd say this is one of
those blackout hoods

they put on Gitmo prisoners.

You know, keep 'em disoriented.

We're headed to a classified facility.

You expect me to wear this thing
the whole time we're there?

Just on the way. Can take
it off once we're inside.

And how long's the trip?

You know, it seems to me,

Mr. Redman, you might be
under the misimpression

that our only option as far
as securing your cooperation

is to fucking ask for it.

Now, it's gonna be a lot
easier on everybody

if you just let us do our jobs.

And what is that, exactly? Your job?

Well, my job, Mr. Redman,
is to keep you safe.

And to keep you cooperating.

Now, it's totally up to you how
comfortable you want to be

while both of those things happen.

Now, you ready to cut the shit?

- Yeah, just about.
- Good.

Then put the fucking hood on.

Major roads blocked by armored vehicles.

Hospitals overflowing.

Our Internet shut down.

It certainly does look like the end.

Humanity blinking out with a whimper.

Well, folks, not me.

The method of my demise...

... will not be Captain Trips.

So this will be me signing off.

Frannie,

I know you're in pain.

We both are.

Frannie, I want you to come with me.

We're the last living
souls left in Ogunquit.

We can't stay here.

It's a coffin.

Fran... I have a plan.

Fuck, that rhymes.

Fran, tell me why, out of the
entire town of Ogunquit...

... we're the only ones spared.

Tell me why, out of the
entire town of Ogunquit,

we're the only ones spared.

You and me.

What I heard, this is supposed to be

the vice president's room.

It's a real step up from the
last place, though, huh?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'd love to retire here.

How deep are we?

Oh, pretty fucking deep.
This place is a fortress.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's all controlled from a central hub.

Even the elevators.

Really?

By who? Who's the CO?

Army general, four-star.

Guy named Starkey, apparently.

I haven't actually seen him.

Wow. Four-star. Fuck.

And how's our good friend Cobb doing?

He's always around.

You should not antagonize him.
He's dangerous.

Yeah, no shit.

I think we could take him, though.

Can you imagine?

Yeah, I could.

Yeah, I'm stuck down
here, the same as you.

It's better than up there,
though. Trust me.

Really? That bad, huh?

Yeah, I got to get on the phone

with the World Health
Organization in five minutes

to get estimates that would
make the Spanish flu

look like a sham.

I'll come back and check on you

as soon as I can.

All right, you know where to find me.

Frannie?

Frannie?

Fran.

Fran?

Fran?

Fran, I'm worried about you.

I'm coming in.

Jesus.

I was in the corn, Harold.

I'm not gonna let you die, Frannie.

It's okay.

♪ I feel unhappy ♪

Hey.

♪ I feel so sad ♪

♪ I've lost the best friend ♪

How you feeling?

♪ That I ever had ♪

♪ She was my woman... ♪

How did you know?

Were you spying on me?

No, of course not. I-I...

♪ I've let her go... ♪

I came here...

came here...

to show you my plan.

See do you want to come with.

And-and just in the nick
of time, I might add.

I wish you hadn't, Harold.

I don't want to be here anymore.

Well, neither did I.

Think of it like I'm
returning the favor.

What favor?

Remember that nail you stuck in my wall,

like, five years ago?

How do you not remember?

That was like the biggest
moment of my childhood.

Harold, I don't remember.

I was Amy's friend,

and you were her weird little brother.

I'd just gotten my
first rejection letter.

You came over to babysit.

You wouldn't even come out of your room.

See?

You do remember.

Yeah.

I nailed the letter to your wall,

and I told you to never give up.

To this day, I've put
every one on that nail.

And I haven't given up.

Frannie, we're the only ones
left alive in this whole town.

And, assuming there's nothing
special about this place,

which...

I think we both know is a
pretty safe assumption,

that means the fatality rate

for this virus is well over 99%.

Means we can't afford
to lose a single person.

- It means...
- We're the future.

♪ Through changes... ♪

Yes.

Us.

♪ I'm going through changes... ♪

Okay. Let's hear your plan.

Atlanta.

The CDC.

If there are still people
there working on the flu,

maybe we can help them.

How?

Like...

- let them run tests on us?
- Exactly.

They must be looking for
people who are immune.

That's actually...

That's a really smart idea.

I'm not a little kid anymore, Frannie.

♪ Her last goodbyes ♪

♪ Now all my days ♪

♪ Are filled with tears ♪

♪ Wish I could go back ♪

♪ And change these years ♪

♪ I'm going through changes. ♪

No.

Uh, pretty much sums it up.

See, the first rule of epidemiology is,

you don't end up on the wrong
end of the stethoscope.

Goddamn it.

The bright side is,
it looks like you won't have

Dr. Cobb to worry about anymore.

Cobb has it, too?

Yeah. Pretty much everyone has it.

There's reports of immunes
like you out there,

but there's nothing confirmed.

Oh, God.

Can you imagine that
just, like, a month ago,

we were all worried about Ebola.

Damn it.

What can I do for you, huh?

Jesus. What happens now?

Now, uh, it's game over.

I was gonna use this. You know, just...

Painful, all right, but,
you know, seems smarter

than choking to death on my own snot.

And then I had a similar
attractive idea.

I was gonna, uh, raid the
pharmacy down the hall

to see if I can't shuffle
off this mortal coil

with a little bit of style.

Yeah.

Forgive me, what are they gonna...

- what are they gonna do with me?
- Unknown.

Well, no one has heard or
seen of General Starkey

in 19 hours.

He sealed off the command center

and shut down all movement
between floors.

Sometimes he opens the door for me.

Sometimes he doesn't.
He's un-fucking-predictable, that one.

How many floors?

There's one way to find out.

Yeah.

Come on, Doc. You got to tell me
how to get the fuck out of here.

I wish I could offer
you something better.

God.

I really thought...

I thought I was gonna be the one
that was gonna stop this thing.

You know? The most important
vaccine in the history of man.

And get the magazine
covers and the Nobel...

... Prize.

How you doing, Doc?

I wondered where you got to.

I thought maybe you opted for the, uh...

the early checkout, you know?

Beat the traffic.

So, what's this?

A tearful goodbye, huh?

Now let's take a walk.

What are you doing here, Cobb?

Get... the fuck out.

- I'm not gonna tell you again.
- Come on, Cobb.

Right this way, soldier.

Follow the lights, Mr. Redman.

Climb aboard.

Leave the gun.

Looks like we're the
last men standing here.

Tell you the truth,
I'm halfway surprised

you didn't blast me when
I came through the door.

Finish what your man couldn't.

Sergeant Cobb was not...

one of mine.

You're a fucking four-star.

Whose command was he under?

Would you believe I don't know?

No.

Well, that's fair.
I guess, in your position,

I wouldn't either.

So, are you telling me that Cobb's
orders came from outside?

Our last contact with the
outside was two days ago.

Somebody cut your comm lines.

This place was built to
withstand a 50-megaton blast.

Our comms are fine.

Two days ago was just...

the last time we heard
anybody talk back.

My guess, Cobb was
following a checklist.

Contingencies.

If "X," then "Y."

You're telling me he was ready
to kill me to keep a secret?

There...

There ain't no one left for me to tell.

Men like Cobb...

... don't stop following orders

just because the orders
stop making sense.

What about you?

I have no orders regarding
you, Mr. Redman.

All right. So...

Free to go, then?

My daughter gave me this book

years ago for my birthday.

I put it on a shelf and...

never even opened it.

Until four days ago, when...

I learned that...

she was dead.

Now I can't put it down.

Poetry.

And I do believe Mr. Yeats
was onto something

about how it looks when
the shit hits the fan.

I was proud of our soldiers.

All the units maintained discipline

much longer than the...

predictive models told
us we could expect.

The predictive models?

Jesus Christ. You fucking...

... gamed the apocalypse?

Of course.

"In the event of a
global-level extinction event,

"every effort will be made

to maintain continuity
of national government."

And if you think

that everybody else were not
planning along the same lines,

you are very much mistaken.

Okay, after we're finished here,

that key card gets you
out that exit door.

Take the emergency stairs

up to the surface level.

If anyone asks, if there's
anyone left to ask...

... please tell them I stood my post...

to the end.

I will.

Thank you, General.

If you'll indulge me?

"Turning and turning
in the widening gyre,

"the falcon cannot hear the falconer.

"Things fall apart.

"Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

"The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,

"and everywhere the ceremony
of innocence is drowned.

"The best lack all conviction,
while the worst

"are full of passionate intensity.

"Surely some revelation is at hand.

"Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

"Somewhere in sands of the desert

"a shape with lion body
and the head of a man,

"a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun

"is moving its slow thighs.

"And what rough beast,

"its hour come round at last,

slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

Good luck to you, Mr. Redman.

Thank you, General.

_

_

I didn't know your middle name.

Come on, cover it up!

Let's go...

It's said that the two great human sins

are pride and hate.

Are they?

I choose to think of them
as the two great virtues.

To give away pride and hate

is to say you will change
for the good of the world.

To embrace them,
to vent them is more noble.

The world must change

for the good of you.

I am on a great adventure.

That's it!

Straight back. Straight back.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

You just saved my fucking life, man.

Whew! Mm.

I owe you so many beers.

There was a time... an hour,
maybe just an instant...

when he contemplated
jettisoning the hate.

In that hour or instant, he was aware

that he could simply accept what was.

- Oh, man.
- Good eye today, Hawk.

And that knowledge exhilarated
and terrified him.

For that space of time,

he knew he could become
a new Harold Lauder.

- Pretty fucking great, right?
- Yeah.

There's your screen.

The projectionist throws from there.

That's about 150 feet...

He could let go of all the old grudges,

hurts, unpaid debts...

We have a ticket booth and...

... worthless as the paper money
choking the cash registers

of this new America.

I always saw a partner in this.

But to seize it would have
been to murder himself.

The ghosts of every humiliation
he had ever suffered

cried out against it.

His murdered dreams

and ambitions came back to eldritch life

and asked if he could
forget them so easily.

In Boulder, he could only
ever be Harold Lauder.

Out west...

... he could be a prince.

Thank you very much.

Have a good day.

- Oh, hey, Harold.
- Hey, guys.

Oh, look at you.

- Yeah.
- Getting bigger every day.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Is it kicking yet?

- Sometimes.
- No, that's just breakfast.

Okay.

- You off to work?
- Yes, sir.

Another day on the body crew.

Yeah, I can't tell you
how much we appreciate

what y'all are doing out there.
Out on the front lines.

- Ah, well...
- Yeah.

We're all in this together.

Yes, we are.

You should come over
for dinner sometime.

We can, you know, heat you up
some canned beans or something.

- Yeah, sure. I'd love that.
- Cool.

Yeah, me, too. All right.

- All right.
- Hey.

- Great to see you guys.
- Yeah, you, too.

- Have a good one.
- Have a good one.

Have a good day. Bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

My great pleasure

this delightful postapocalypse season

will be to kill Mr. Stuart
"Dog Cock" Redman.

And just maybe...

I'll kill her, too.

Blazer One Actual. This is...

- This is General Fitzpatrick.
- Yes, sir.

Identify yourself.

Private First Class
Charles Campion, sir.

I'm getting alerts. Are the
readings elevated on your end?

Yes, sir. I see the readings,
but there's no...

I just got a secondary alert.

- What are you seeing?
- Sir.

Go ahead.

Is this an exercise?

No, Private, this is not an exercise.

Hold a moment, please, sir.

Campion?

Campion!

_

Attention, all personnel,

initiate containment protocol.

This is not a drill.

Attention, all personnel,

initiate containment protocol.
This is not a drill.

Attention, all personnel,

initiate containment protocol.

This is not a drill.

Sally. Get up, get up.
You got to wake up.

- Charlie?
- Wake up.

Get up, get up. We got to go.
Come on. We got to go now.

- Get LaVon. Get LaVon.
- What's happening? What's going on?

- Come on, hurry up!
- Wait, where are we going?

We have to go. Come on, come on, baby.