All language subtitles for Pulse 3 (2008) REMUX.eng

Salaam, toy boy.

- How was work?
- Excruciating.

So quit.

Right. and then how am I supposed
to pay for my tuition?

Let me see.

You can be my concubine.
Problem solved.

Salwa. what are you doing?

My nails.

Why? I never even get to see them.

- Oh. my God. I love your feet.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Well. your foot. I have no idea
what the other one looks like.

- Use your imagination. Ha-ha-ha.
- Oh. I do. All the time.

They say imagination
is just intelligence having fun.

That's me.

What are you eating?

Uh... Chicken.

How does it taste?

Like chicken.

Share?

Okay. Uh. soy. little bit of ginger.

At least that's what it said
on the package.

So it must be true. right?

Now I'm hungry.

What do you got? Don't tell me.

Six kinds of tofu and a tub of ice cream.

There's nothing.

Can't help you there.

You know I only let you stomp on my head
because I love you.

I love that about you.

Do you know that tomorrow
we're living together for 11 months

and we've never even met?

- So are you ready to come to the States?
- Are you ready to come to Cairo?

Yeah. Yeah. the second they stop
blowing up Americans.

- Am I not worth the risk?
- Okay. All right, I'll come to Cairo.

What are your parents gonna think of me?

They'll have you killed, of course.

- Infidel.
- Yeah. yeah.

Why don't you come to Ohio?

And what if I don't impress you
in person?

Well. I'll have you killed. of course.

Nice butt.

Let's make love.

I have to go to the store.
My mom and dad are coming over

for dinner tonight,
then [have to work on my thesis.

- It's bedtime.
- Not here, it isn't.

I'm sorry. but I can't sync schedules
with you today.

- I have way too much to do.
- What about tomorrow?

- Tomorrow's good, dinner and a movie?
- Yeah. Yeah. I got Kill Bill: 1 and 2.

What about Amélie?

- That's awesome.
- Okay. Perfect, then we're on.

- I got to go, love.
- Oh. wait. wait.

Before you go.
Just do a little dance for me.

I'm already late.

I know. Just a little belly. please?

Please?

Sweet dreams.

Oh. they will be.

Adam, look at this.

Adam, wake up.

You have to check out this website.

It's like...

...some kind of suicide cult
or something.

I'm not kidding here.

Come on, Adam.

Wake up.

You have to see this.

I don't know if it's real or not.

But if it is...

Adam.

I'm really getting freaked out here.

It's like they're looking right at me.

Adam, I really need to talk to you.

I want to tum it off.

But I can't.

This is your alarm clock.

Time to get up, toy boy.

Time to get up.

Time to get up, Adam.

Time to get your lazy ass out of be...

Salwa?

Salwa. are you okay?

What's going on?

Sal... Wait.

I have to go now, Adam.

Wait. wait.

What the hell happened? Salwa.

Gaze too long into the abyss
and the abyss gazes back at you.

Salwa.

Salwa, what's going on?

Salwa. can you hear me?

Where are you going?

Talk to me.

Salwa. talk to me.

Get out of the street.
Get out of the street.

Shit.

This is insane.

This is fucking insane.
What the fuck are you doing?

Salwa.

Pick up the phone and talk to me. Salwa.
Can you hear me?

What?

Listen to me.
Pick up the phone and listen to me.

Oh. my God.

Salwa. can you hear me?

Oh. my God.

Oh. my God. No.

No.

No. please. please. please. Oh. my God.
Salwa. no. no.

I'm sorry, Adam.

I'm so sorry.

No!

The Amish teach us
that what truly matters in life

are God. family
and the soil under our feet.

In the end. nothing else matters.

Technology promised us
a better future.

But technology betrayed us.

Who can tell us why?

- Zach.
- Because technology is evil.

- And why is technology evil?
- Because Satan uses it to tempt us.

And. class.
What are his favorite weapons?

- Computers and cell phones.
- That's right.

And how does he spread his evil?

- Through the Wi-Fi.
- Okay.

Now.

Who has a personal story
they'd like to share with us today?

- I do. I do.
- Let's hear from somebody

who hasn't spoken yet.

Justine.

Go on. Justine.

How did technology end up hurting you
and your family?

We are all here to learn
from the mistakes of the past

so that we never make them again.

Go on.

Tell us your story.

My mom and dad...

...they got off easy.

So...

...anybody else?

Little girl.

Got no home, no reason to stay.

What are you gonna do
when that last string breaks?

Looking for someone.

To call her own.

But it ain't gonna happen
It ain't gonna happen today.

How was school today. honey?

Your mother asked you a question.
Justine.

Justine.

School. uh. was great.
It was really inspiring.

She told Miss Guthrie
we'd be better off dead.

- I did not.
- Did too.

- Can I be excused?
- No.

We're gonna talk for a change
like a family.

Great. go ahead. Knock yourself out.

You know what. you didn't corner
the market on suffering around here.

Can I be excused now?

Go on. sweetheart.

You're just making it worse.
You know that.

She just needs her space.

We've been giving her
her space for seven goddamn years now.

Justine?

Come here. baby.
Mommy just wants to hold you.

I love you so much.

It's just because I love you so much.

It's okay, baby.

Come on.

It's okay.

All the pain will be gone soon.

Very soon.

And we can fly away from here.

Come fly away home.

Hey. Cliff.
Can I talk to you for a second. outside?

I'll make good. I promise.

We get it. Oh. we get it, Cliff. We know.

Nobody wants to see
their children go hungry.

But stealing rations is a serious crime
around here.

People are pushing to make it
a capital offense. third strike.

- Yeah. I know. but...
- And this is your third strike. am I right?

I really got a handle on the situation now.
Gus.

I really do. I mean. everybody's
gotta make do with their fair share.

- I know that now.
- Hey. hey. I know you do. Cliff. I know.

Hey. I'm not the one
who's all upset here.

Now. I hope this was a constructive talk.
Cliff.

- Absolutely. Absolutely. very constructive.
- Good.

Good.

Had a little accident with the drill press.

- Broke the bit. right?
- My bad.

Come on. Come on. let's get you up
to the medic tent. have you checked out.

- Are you sure you can't eat something?
- No. I'm all right.

- Just a little.
- I'm not hungry.

- Does it hurt much?
- Not too.

You have to be more careful.
You're not used to that machinery...

Don't worry.

That's right. just be more careful.

Please?

I will. pumpkin.

I promise.

Why do you keep following?

Why do you keep doing things
you shouldn't?

Because I don't really care
what happens to me anymore.

I'd rather die knowing what's out there
than live one more day in this shit hole.

Bad things happen with those.

Yeah. that's what they want us to think.

All right. time to go. Zach.

Now.

Get out of here.

Justine.

Justine.

- [have more questions.
- What do you wanna know?

I don't even know where to start.

- Just start anywhere.
- Okay.

How is there still a network?

The network was never down.

Why didn't you get the plague?

I wanted to live more than most.

What's it like there?

Quiet, no traffic, very peaceful.

You go wherever you want
and nobody tells you what to do.

What's it like where you are?

Great, if you like
refugee camps and marshal law.

So is Janessa your girlfriend?

No, it was just the user name
on your IP.

My girlfriend, Salwa, lived in Egypt.

Where is she now?

She got the sickness.

I'm so sorry.

I guess you really must miss her.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

- That's beautiful.
- Dylan Thomas.

- Who's he?
- Salwa's favorite poet and mine.

Was she pretty?

Like a princess
from the Arabian Nights.

Sounds exotic.

She had jet-black hair
and the most incredible brown eyes

and this mole on her cheek
that made her self-conscious,

but it was the reason
she was so beautiful.

I think I hate her.

You couldn't help but love her.

What about you, Justine?

Are you pretty?

- I don't know.
- That means yes.

- It means I don't know.
- How old are you?

Twenty-two.

Honestly?

I'm really 17.

Thought so.

- What do you mean by that?
- I don't know.

Just trying to picture you in my head.

With or without clothes?

That would be my secret.

I hate secrets.

The world's full of secrets.

I wanna meet you, Justine.

I'm not sure I can do that.

Do you have a boyfriend?

- No.
- What, then?

Justine.

Looking for someone.

Justine. where are you?

Yes, you are.

But it ain't gonna happen
Ain't gonna happen.

[guess I'm kind of afraid.

You took a much bigger risk
when you turned the computer on.

That alone tells me everything
I need to know about you

and everything you need to know
about yourself.

Have you ever felt the kind of loneliness
that's even worse than death?

It's like you have this voice
inside your skull

that never stops screaming.
Because it's never heard.

Yes, I feel that way all the time

except when I'm with you.

It's all about connection, isn't it?

Knowing that we're not alone
in the universe.

Nothing else matters.

You're the only one
who gets me, Adam.

My foster parents are so busy
trying to survive

they don't realize
they're not really alive anymore.

Just going through the motions.

And for what?

I'd rather die than live that way.

Mommy. mommy.
I want my mommy. I want my mommy.

I saw a tree with human bones
just hanging like ornaments.

Food is scarce.

Some people do the unthinkable.

- I'm scared, Adam.
- Scared is good, it keeps you alive.

I can't wait to see you, Adam.

Did you charge the
computer battery before you left?

- Yes.
- Good. Use sparingly from now on.

Getting dark.

Stopping at a farmhouse.

It seemed empty.

Be careful.

Hello?

Ah. don't worry.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Even with nobody around.
You still grow cotton.

Why?

That's what I do.

So you run away from
a refugee camp. huh?

Um... Sort of.

- Well...
- And headed where exactly?

- The city.
- Oh. you know better than that.

- The city's off-limits.
- It's not what I heard.

- Oh. really?
- Mm-hm.

Who told you different?

Just a friend.

How would this friend of yours know
what it's like in the city?

Uh. he's there right now.

You keep in contact with him. do you?
How?

- Well. texting. mostly.
- What?

You got a phone on you? Computer?
Bluetooth? What?

No. no. no. please don't. Please. please.
Please don't smash it. I'll go.

I'll go right now.
I won't be any more trouble. I swear.

I can't send anybody out
in the middle of a night like this.

Especially a young thing like yourself.

This stays here.

You'll get this back in the morn.

Don't you go trying to break in here
to get it out of here.

I got two good ears.

Now. there's a spare bedroom
down the hall on the left.

Ain't nothing fancy. okay?

Thank you.

Thank you very much. Mr. Wilkie.

I forgot to mention.

There's an extra blanket in the closet
if you're cold.

Bathroom's down the hall on the right.

You know. uh.

Ever since my wife, Sarah.
Passed away. I. uh...

I ain't been in the
habit of lifting the lid.

So watch yourself. Sleep tight.

Justine.

Adam?

- Is that you?
- [need you, Justine.

Adam. show me your face.

I need you so much.

Why won't you show me your face?

- Do you promise not to leave me?
- Yes.

- I promise.
- Ever?

Ever.

Forgive me. Father.

I will not be weak.

No. no.

God. the loneliness.

It's been so long.

I'll get it.

No. no. no.

I will not be weak.

God. I pray to you for strength.

There's hot coffee and oatmeal.
Whenever you're ready.

Well. best that I get going.

Well. yeah.

Yeah.

- If you heard anything last night...
- Oh. no.

No. I slept like a baby.

Well. if you did hear me.
Uh. talking. it's...

Well. that's just something I do
because I'm alone a lot and...

Yeah. no. I get it. I. uh. talk to myself.
Too. you know. like. all the time.

Well. I have these strange conversations
in my head.

You know. about right and wrong.

Sin.

And death.

It ain't healthy.

Being all up in my head like that. it's...

It just ain't healthy.

- Well. then.
- Yeah.

You. uh. sure you wanna do this?

- What. you mean...?
- Go to the city.

Yeah. yeah. It's. um...

I don't know. it's hard to explain.

It's. like. just one of those things
you have to do.

Yeah. Okay.

All right.

Now. you take care. now.

You mo.

Now. you run along. now.

You fucking bastard.

You shouldn't have come back. Justine.

Help.

Keep the computer. please.
It's yours. just let me go.

- You're such a lovely girl.
- Please. let me go.

Much like my Sarah when we first met.

- Don't do this.
- Don't do what?

- Rape me.
- No. God. no.

Oh. I could never touch another woman
like that. Don't you understand?

I love my wife.

She's everything to me.

Oh. I miss her so. so much.

My beautiful Sarah.

My sweet. beautiful Sarah.

I've thought about her every minute
of every hour

of every day since the moment
the devil took her away from me.

I thought long and hard
about killing myself.

But I know the Lord hates suicide

almost as much as he hates
what we've done to his world.

Finally. I come to realize
there's a way I could get her back.

But it was too late.

By then. all the electricity was gone.

Every kind of telecom device
was either broke or the battery was dead.

Or so I thought.

Until you came along.

You can't bring her back, Mr. Wilkie.
You can't do that.

And even if you do.
She's not gonna be what you think.

Like that friend of yours. you mean.

- My friend is alive.
- And what makes you so sure?

I'll tell you what. Because it really
don't matter for people like us.

We need what we need.

Just let me go.
You don't need me for this.

Oh. I think I might.

Because they do get hungry.

Sarah?

What happened?

Sarah. Come back to me. Sarah.

Sarah.

Oh. my God.

Sarah.

I missed you.

I missed you so.

I didn't change a thing.
I left everything just the way you like it.

Look. look. look.

I even saved
all your little china knickknacks

over in the curio.

No.

Oh. no.

No. Sarah. There's no need for that.

Not anymore.

I'm here.

I'm here now.

I won't take off again.

I'll never let you suffer ever again.

I know how bad you're hurt.
I brought you some relief. if you need it.

Didn't I do good by you this time, Sarah?

Didn't I? Oh. no. no. no. Sarah.

Sarah. Sarah. you don't have to do that.

Not again. not ever again.

Sarah.

Oh. God. no. God. no.

Sarah.

God. no. no.

I can't take it.

- God. no.
- Wilkie.

Turn off the computer.

- God. no.
- Wilkie. shut off the computer.

Shut off the computer.

- God. no.
- Wilkie. shut off the computer!

Wilkie. Wilkie. look out. Wilkie.

Wilkie. look out.

Wilkie.

Wilkie. get away from her.

Wilkie. Wilkie. look out. Look out.

Wilkie.

Where? Where is this place?

It can't be.

What do they want?

Why her?

She's just a girl.

A runaway. A nobody.

Oh. God.

Who are you really, Adam?

I need to know the truth right now
or I can't go on with this.

Not after what I just went through.

All will be revealed.

[hate to call you out on
your bullshit, Adam, but guess what,

I'm not your little fan or disciple or
whatever it is you think you found in me.

I'm ready to go home right now.

Where is home?

What is home?

F you.

You need me as much as
I need you, Justine.

Let's at least be honest with each other.

I'm just scared, all right?

Really, really scared.

You don't need to be scared.

There's no comfort in that, sorry.

I just saw a guy get his insides
ripped out by his dead wife.

If they wanted you,
they would have taken you already.

- How do you know?
- I know.

And so do you.

Do you control them?

Your battery is dying.

Do you control them?

I will be waiting. Fifth and Olive Street.

- Don't change the subject.
- Time is wasting.

- Time we don't have.
- What do you mean?

Adam?

Adam. Asshole.

Adam.

Adam. where are you?

I can't do this anymore.

Oh. God.

It can't be.

Is it really you?

It's been so long.

But I never forgot.

I talked to you...

...for years

like you're always there.

Just close by.

Did you hear me when I talked to you?

And I kept

trying to picture your face in my head.

But eventually.

It just got to the point
where I couldn't even do that anymore.

And you just

faded away.

Except in my dreams.

I still saw you in my dreams.

And I'd ask you the same question
over and over. Just. why?

Why did you do what you did?

And you never gave me an answer.

And I hated you for that. I hated you.

Why did you do it?

Why did you ruin everything?

And I didn't?

What can I do. Mother?

What can I do to make it right?
How can I stop the pain?

How do you know about A...?

Mom.

Mom. please don't go.

Mom. please.

Please.

Here. boy.

Come here. Take it.

Come on.

That's right. Go on. go ahead.

Okay-

I get it.

I'm scared too.

Come on.
I mean. I can use the company.

Have it your way. Here.

Great.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

"“Specially designed
parts for engineers

to be attached to the core missile
and deployed to recalculate positions.

Many rocket payloads
were prepared for firing into

and around the
weapon-detonation area, to obtain data

on the fundamental physics
of the first phenomenon.

We will examine the effects
on the atmosphere of nuclear detonations

at 50 kilometers, 100 kilometers

and 250 kilometers altitude.

In another view. a high-velocity
shockwave has seemed to race outward

from the radiation front.
Just still at a temperature

on the order of 10,000 degrees.

The cooling fireball-and-debris mixture.
No longer luminous,

continues to rise and expand. reaching
a diameter of about 40 kilometers...

Hello?

Hello?

- Don't touch that.
- Aah!

What do you want?

I know you.
Seven years ago. you hijacked our car.

- What?
- Made my dad steal something

from an electronics store.

Oh. Jesus Christ.

Chatty Cathy.

- Where's Adam?
- Adam?

Yeah. Adam. He gave me this address.
He told me he'd be here.

- Who is Adam? I don't know an Adam.
- You have to.

I know who I know.
And I don't know any Adam.

I don't get it.

What are you doing to her?

It's their turn to suffer.

You can't do that. it's not right.

It's inhuman.

This is a war.

The first rule of war
is know your enemy.

What can you possibly learn
by keeping her locked up like that?

Well. first of all...

...they feel pain.

- That's useful.
- Stop it.

- Stop it.
- Do not touch me.

Ever.

Not unless I ask.

- You understand?
- Okay. okay.

Understood.

You should be dead. going around
with no protection like that.

Well. I'm not. obviously.

And that. I'm afraid.
Requires a major rethink.

You know.
Maybe you're going about this all wrong

and I'm the living proof.

- Proof of what?
- They're not trying to hurt us.

- At least. not anymore.
- Really?

After killing off four-fifths of the
planet. they wanna make nice?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think they're using you to get to me.

- Nobody is using me.
- No?

Who's this Adam?
How do you know him?

Right.

Seven years. they couldn't touch me.

Sooner or later.
This was bound to happen.

Don't you think you're being
a little paranoid?

Paranoia is the one thing
keeping me alive.

Why'd they go to this trouble
to get to you?

Because I can give them life.

Not just the empty.
Soulless imitation of life.

I mean real life.

So, what's stopping them?

The barrier. the color red.

The one frequency
they can't penetrate.

- And you can fix that?
- Actually. I already have.

- What's that?
- A program of red-canceling waveforms.

So you're gonna help them cross over?

What. so the dead
can repopulate the Earth?

That would not be a good thing.
This is for me.

This is my ticket back.

In case the worst should happen.

And...

- ...this is me praying that it never does.
- What are you doing?

Protecting critical assets.

Get inside.

No.

I apologize
if I gave the impression I was asking.

Get in.

If they're not the enemy.
You have nothing to fear, right?

I will take that. Thank you.

We'll pick this conversation up later.

Assuming there is a later.

I need water.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

This is Zebra 1. do you copy?

Mr. Colonel. are your ears on?

Copy, Zebra 7, go ahead.

I found the hitch in my
last set of numbers.

I was right about the ionospheric reflection.
But I didn't account for the back-scatter.

Once I plugged in the right coefficient.
Everything was fine.

Are you sure? We only got 24 hours
if you're right.

I don't need to tell you.
We have one shot.

Oh. I'm sure.

All is clear at this end. man.

- Are you okay in there?
- No.

Hang in there.

It won't be long now.

Whose side am I even on?

I need to get out of here.

Johnston Island was the
center of launch and experimental activity

- for the 1962 high-altitude.»-
- Let me out.

Any time now. any time.

I mean. you don't know how many times

I've thought about
just paying the ultimate price.

I mean. I could just end it all right here.
A .45 to the head.

Boom. psshoo. end of story.

The problem is. in no time flat
I'd be right outside that door.

Crying like a wet cat
to get back in again.

And that's a problem.

But solving problems
of a theoretical nature is what I do.

Remember, these things.
These ghosts. if you will.

Are just figments
of electromagnetic transmission.

That's all. glorified radio blips.

Inseparable from their mode of delivery.

So it stands to reason.

Or fact or conjecture
or whatever you wanna call it.

If you can disrupt

all forms of electromagnetic
transmission all at once.

Our little bogeys out there
would be impeded to say the least.

And if that disruption were big enough.
Very big. extremely so...

And this is where it gets a bit ugly.

- -You can wipe them out entirely.
- That's right, an electromagnetic pulse.

An EMF

delivered across an area wide enough
to ensure there's no possible escape.

Are you still okay in there?

Where was I? Suicidal depression.

EMPs... Oh. yeah. yeah. the point.

The main point, the real point. is this:

You need to deliver the most concentrated
electromagnetic shock possible.

And that would be a nuclear bomb.
Motherfucker. Ha-ha.

One of sufficient megatonnage

as to take out every form of
electromagnetic transmission known.

Hiroshima. mon amour, big one.

Duck and cover. but wait. it gets better.

Or worse. depending on your appetite
for Armageddon.

You wouldn't be able to get away
with just one nuclear bomb, oh, no.

No. you would need many spread out
to ensure complete and total coverage.

What the military wonks like to call
functional disruption.

Around the globe from here to eternity.

And for that.

You would need.
And this a fairly conservative estimate...

Oh. right here.

87 warheads, each detonated
within 60 seconds of each other

with a 10-megaton yield

at a height of 250 miles above ground.

Which is. of course.

To embrace the great global
thermonuclear event

we've all been trying desperately to avoid
for the last 60 years.

Okay. so that's the worst part.
And. yeah. it's pretty bad.

Okay. there's no painting

pretty pink roses on that one.
But silver linings do exist.

Which makes the whole thing seem
almost doable. At least on paper.

In all likelihood. our country still maintains
a first-strike ballistic-missile capability

that can deliver nuclear warheads
to specified targets around the world.

And those attacks would go largely.
If not completely. unopposed.

Because. well.
Who's gonna fight back. right?

But wait, here's the kicker.

Because we're talking
high-altitude air bursts.

Their fallout stays way up in the jet
stream where it can't do any harm.

So your civilian casualties on the ground
are limited to thousands. not millions.

It's like a guilt-free chocolate cake.

All the fun. none of the calories.

That's me putting it
in girl-speak for you.

Plus. you get a fringe benefit.
That's right.

All those simultaneous detonations
would plunge us into a nuclear winter.

Wiping out global warming as we know it
for the next hundred years or so.

Making it really win-win.
When you think about it.

So don't just think I've been sitting
around here plucking lint out of my navel.

I'm gonna put this right.

One way or the other.

You are awfully quiet in there.

Am I boring you?

Of course. there's a problem
of implementation.

That's the big fat rhino in the room.
Am I right?

For that. I've been in contact
with a Major General Haywood Spitz

out of Colorado Springs.
Using this little baby.

Simple infrared transceiver.

For which. by the way. your father

helped me procure the key component.

Since it operates on a frequency of red.
It's essentially fuckproof.

Now. I'm sure the military brass
thought I was a wack job at first.

But they eventually came around.

Seven years holed up in a bunker
will do that to you.

Of course. it's also hard to dispute
what 50.000 volts per meter

can accomplish
on a crisp autumn morning.

You know.
I have had such clarity of mind of late.

It must be the lack of sex.

Then again. maybe a little less clarity
right now might not be such a bad thing.

Since the big bang
should be just around the corner.

Maybe you could still convince me
to let you out.

What the fuck happened?

Where is she?

What did you do?

Intrusive little bitch. don't you get it?

I'm trying to save the world here.
And you let her the fuck out?

Oh. you are really going to regret this.

This is Delta 7, Zebra 7, do you copy?

Zebra 1, do you copy?

Zebra 1, come back.

Zebra 1, this is Delta 7.

Zebra 1, this is Delta 7.

Adam?

I did what you asked.

You mean this?

Battery's dead. remember?

I gotta charge it somehow.

Adam?

Oh. God.

It's like a miracle. isn't it?

Justine.

- Justine.
- Yes.

I can finally be with you.
I can finally touch you.

- It worked.
- It worked.

So we can bring back anybody we want.
I mean. my mom and dad.

Anybody. anybody we want.

Anybody.

How does it feel?

Adam.

- Adam.
- God.

It's been so fucking long
I've been waiting for this day.

- Adam.
- What?

What was it like

on the other side?

Why are you asking me that?

I just wanna know.

Dark.

They always talk about the light.

- I mean. when you're dying and...
- No. there's no light.

Only here.

Only here.

Who are you?

What did you do?

You wouldn't understand.

What did you do?

You wanna know?
You really wanna know?

It's like I told you.

I wanted to live

more than most.

Too many survivors. too little food.

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

How could you do it?
How could you kill them all?

I stopped caring about anything
after Salwa died.

I stopped caring about anything
but myself.

- That's life.
- No.

I'm guessing nobody else crosses over
without this?

So don't fuck with me.

Enjoy your new life, Adam.

Such as it is.

Alone.

Come. come.

Big world out there. Justine.

You don't have me to protect you. Me?

I'll be fine.

Stop.

No. Oh. God. I can't go back.

God. no.

No. no.

God. no.

Hi.

He believed
the invasion would be stopped

and the fallout
would never reach the ground.

Maybe he was right.

I really don't know
what to believe anymore.

I guess I kind of envy
anybody who does.

All that's left now are memories.

Other people's memories, not mine,

of a world I'll never know.

They say the Amish once believed

that what truly matters in life are God.
Family and the soil under our feet.

In the end, nothing else matters.

I'm not sure
I'm ready to believe that either.

At least not yet.

But I have to admit,

it's a good start.