American Horror Story s08e01 Episode Script
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1 [BLOWS.]
Fini.
How much do you love? Am I the first one to get this cut? Because I'm working on becoming an Instagram influencer, and I refuse to show my full ass crack, so my hairstyle has to be on point.
Who cares how many followers you have? You're a billionaire.
That's my father's money.
I need to make something of myself.
You did.
You're the next Chris McMillan.
Mm.
Take a sip so we can post.
Cold-pressed juice is trending super hard right now.
You're gonna get, like, 10,000 likes in ten minutes.
[CAMERA CLICKS.]
Are you trying to fucking poison me? This tastes like turtle shit.
You're supposed to be my personal assistant, Mallory.
Do you even know me? Could you just go and get me a macchiato so I can rinse this taste out of my mouth? [MOUTHS.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Are the Kardashians filming out there? [ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
- MR.
GALLANT: What the fuck? - No.
It's bullshit.
It's a hoax.
It's like that time in Hawaii.
They're gonna text in, like, a minute with a retraction.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Oh.
Hi, Daddy.
How's Hong Kong? - Coco, listen to me.
- Oh, you know what? We have a terrible connection.
- I'll call you after I'm done - Just shut up and listen.
The missile alert is real.
In less than an hour, Los Angeles is going to be an empty crater.
Wait, Daddy, you're scaring me.
You can still be safe.
There are four spots reserved for our family, but your mother and brother are here with me, and we're not going to make it.
A car is coming.
It'll take you to Santa Monica Airport.
A private jet is waiting, so go.
So go.
- Now.
- What are you talking about? Your mother and I love you very much.
Wish we could be together again, but it's too late.
Just try to be happy, baby.
- MR.
GALLANT: Oh, my God.
- [TIRES SCREECH.]
That's the only thing that matters.
- [EXPLOSION.]
- [COCO GASPS.]
No! No, no, no! - Wait, was that real? - [HORN HONKING.]
We got to go, Coco.
Come on.
Come on.
- Come on, Coco.
- Okay.
- [ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
- [HORN HONKING.]
ANCHOR [ON TV.]
: Widespread panic is being reported in major cities around the country.
We can now confirm that a ballistic missile alert was texted to public approximately 3:00 p.
m.
- Pacific Standard Time.
- [PHONE BUZZING.]
The Pentagon has not yet released a statement and there has been no word from the White House.
Babe, are you seeing this? - Brock, where are you? - What do you mean? I'm at work.
I just heard a fucking amazing pitch.
Free Willy as a six-part limited series.
- It's kind of genius.
- [LOUD THUD.]
Brock, I love you.
I don't want to live without you.
Get to Santa Monica Airport.
- There's a plane waiting for us.
- What? - [TIRES SQUEALING.]
- [HORN HONKS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- BROCK: Coco? [PHONE BEEPING.]
ANCHOR: WBN can now confirm Hong Kong, London, numerous sites in the Baltics and Moscow have all been hit and destroyed by nuclear ICBMs.
This is it, ladies and gentlemen.
I can't believe we actually did it.
We have just been notified to evacuate.
I'm not gonna make it home.
So if my children are watching this Daddy loves you very much.
[ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
[AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
[BLARING CONTINUES.]
Ugh.
Esmeralda, the champagne's burnt again.
You left it in the freezer too long.
Where are you going? You know I pay you for a ten-hour day.
I have to go home, Mrs.
Evie.
It's the end of the world.
Nana, I've been trying to call you.
When he ran MGM, your grandfather God rest his soul Would never return calls until the following day.
All of the stars and all of the agents would have to go and see him in person if they wanted to get What are you doing? The government sent a warning.
- Missiles are coming.
- So is global warming.
Well.
It's probably fake news.
- I'm gonna call Donald.
- No.
This is real, Grandma.
- People are going to die today.
- [AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
Let's have some burnt champagne.
MALLORY: Look, I can't get ahold of anyone.
My mom's going straight to voice mail.
- I got to go home, Coco.
- No.
No, no, no, no, no.
You need to stay here with me.
Okay? You can take my brother's ticket.
Mallory, you know I'm helpless without you.
I'm worse than Elton John.
I don't even know how to work a dishwasher or open a door.
Besides, after the bomb drops, there won't be anything to go home to.
Okay.
Why aren't we moving?! - [SCREAMS.]
Oh, my God! - [SCREAMS.]
Jesus Christ.
- Oh, my God! - People are committing suicide to avoid the blast.
- [HORN HONKING.]
- MR.
GALLANT: Coco! Coco, wait! - What are you doing here? - [AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
I overheard your dad.
There's four spots.
Room for all of us.
This is my Nana Evie.
- How do you do? - No, I don't.
What are you doing? Brock is gonna be here.
He's not gonna make it.
It's chaos out there.
Jesus, what happened to your hair? What are you talking about? Okay, fine.
Just get on the plane.
- Okay.
- Okay? Mwah, mwah.
- Brock, where are you? - BROCK: No, look, I'm coming.
I'm in the worst traffic nightmare ever.
Okay, do whatever you have to do.
- Just get here.
Hurry! - BROCK: All right, look.
I'm running.
I will be there in ten.
Wait for me.
This doesn't look good.
Oh, my God.
Brock, they're coming.
People are coming for the plane.
MALLORY: Coco! It's now or never.
Brock, do you remember the contract that we had - with each other? - No, no, no.
Don't go there, babe.
COCO: Uh, at any time, we can unilaterally release each other from our monogamous obligations.
You are now free to see other people.
No, no, no, Coco! Do not leave me in fucking Santa Monica.
DRIVER: Go! Get on the plane now.
[CROWD SCREAMING.]
[WOMAN GRUNTS.]
Holy shit.
You bitch! Where are we going? Didn't your dad tell you? I'll find out.
[DOORKNOB RATTLING.]
- There's nobody there.
- MR.
GALLANT: What?! No stewardess? Oh.
I guess I won't be ordering the fresh-cut fruit, huh? [EXPLOSION.]
[ALL SCREAMING.]
[ALARM BEEPING.]
BOY: Where the hell is Dad? It's almost 3:00.
I want him to be here when we find out.
Whatever happens, you just worked your butt off for three years.
I did.
Now, if they can't see how wonderful you are, you know what? It's their loss.
[CHUCKLES.]
Yeah.
You're destined for great things, Timmy.
- BOY 2: It's 3:00.
- All right, all right.
- Let's check.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- Oh.
[EXHALES.]
I got in.
- MOTHER: I knew it.
- I got in! [LAUGHS.]
: I knew it.
- Oh, yes! - [GROANS.]
- Congratulations.
- Oh, thank God.
[CHANTING.]
: UCLA! ALL [CHANTING.]
: UCLA! UCLA! - [ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
- UCLA! UCLA! UCLA.
EDWARD: Yeah, I'm buzzing, too.
[DOOR OPENS.]
- Dad, you missed it.
- Honey? - Haven't you been watching the news? - No.
What's going on? It's World War III.
- What? - ANCHOR: Hong Kong, London, numerous sites in the Baltics and Moscow have all been hit and destroyed by nuclear ICBMs.
- He's not serious, right? - No.
- ANCHOR: This is it, ladies and gentlemen.
- No.
I can't believe we actually did it.
We have just been notified to evacuate.
What? - I'm not gonna make it home.
- No.
So if my children are watching this, - Daddy lo - [TV TURNS OFF.]
MOTHER: Well, I mean, there has to be someplace we can go.
There's got to be somebody's, uh, basement or someplace that we can go.
- [CRYING.]
: Something.
No.
- I don't know.
- I don't know.
I don't know.
- We have to go somewhere.
- [MOTHER CRYING.]
- [VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
- What is what is this? - Get back.
[LOUD KNOCKING.]
What's going on? Timothy Campbell? - Yeah.
- You need to come with us now.
Who are you? Your son has been selected by The Cooperative.
We have a location prepared for him where he'll be safe.
- What do you mean "selected"? - MAN: Your son's exceptional genetic makeup makes him a prime candidate.
Prime candidate to do what? Survive.
How do you know my genetic makeup? You submitted your DNA to an ancestry Web site.
You have to believe me, sir.
We're the only chance your son has to live through this.
What about my family? We're only here for you.
Then I'm not going.
We can't accept that.
- TIMOTHY: What? - MOTHER: No, no.
No! - No! Ed.
No.
- Dad? Dad? - MOTHER: No.
No.
- Get off me! Dad, do something! - Don't let 'em take me! - [FATHER MUMBLES.]
Say good-bye to your brother and your mother.
- WOMAN [CRYING.]
: No.
No.
- [FATHER MUMBLES.]
No, no.
If you can take Timothy, then why don't you take Edward, too? - WOMAN: They're not identical.
- MOTHER: No.
- Come on.
- [SIREN BLARING.]
TIMOTHY: No.
No! - No! No.
- You have to go.
[PANTING.]
[AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
You have to tell me where I am.
I have rights.
No, you don't.
You'll be safe here.
[DOOR THUDS SHUT, LOCK CLACKS.]
Hey! - Hey! - YOUNG WOMAN: Calm down.
It's okay.
I'm Emily.
Timothy.
How long have you been here? EMILY: I don't know.
Two guys dressed in black woke me from a dead sleep, put me in a car and brought me to this room.
They tell you the same thing they told me? Found you on some ancestry Web site? They didn't tell me shit.
Didn't have to.
They found me in jail.
I got arrested for protesting on campus.
They got your blood tests from your doctor or whatever.
Yeah.
Ran it through a database.
There's something in your DNA that they want.
[EXPLOSIVE THUD, LOUD RUMBLING, EMILY SHRIEKS.]
[CLACKING, ELECTRICAL BUZZING.]
[BUZZER SOUNDING RHYTHMICALLY, RUMBLING CONTINUES.]
- [RUMBLING SLOWS, BUZZER SOUNDING.]
- TIMOTHY: My family.
[RUMBLING STOPS, BUZZER CONTINUES SOUNDING.]
[PANTING.]
This isn't happening.
It's not This isn't It's not real.
It's not.
It's not.
It's not.
I think they're okay.
They're okay.
They're okay.
[TIMOTHY SOBBING.]
MAN: We're taking you to an outpost equipped for long-term habitation.
WOMAN: It's one of ten around the world, each constructed in minimal fallout zones.
Are there other people there? Others like you, and those who can afford to purchase a ticket.
EMILY: Rich people.
- Of course.
- MAN: The money they paid helped finance this operation.
[VEHICLE SLOWS, STOPS.]
Put these on.
[GATES CLACK OPEN.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[EMILY PANTING.]
[GATES CLACK.]
[INDISTINCT, DISTANT CHATTER.]
WOMAN: Sorry.
MAN: Please.
It wasn't her fault.
WOMAN: Please.
We won't do it again.
We promise.
MAN: Please! [GUNSHOTS.]
[TIMOTHY GASPING.]
Oh, my God.
[PANTING.]
[TIMOTHY PANTS LOUDLY.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[TIMOTHY CONTINUES PANTING LOUDLY.]
[BEEPS.]
[DOOR CLACKS.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[DOORS CLACK OPEN.]
[LOUD PANTING.]
[DOORS CLACK, WHOOSH SHUT.]
[MECHANICAL WHOOSHING.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[CLICK, BUZZER SOUNDS.]
[CANE CLINKS AGAINST FLOOR.]
[CLINKING CONTINUES.]
[DOORS WHOOSH OPEN.]
I am Wilhemina Venable.
Welcome to Outpost Three.
TIMOTHY: This is a fallout shelter? It is now.
For many years, it served as an exclusive boys' school.
EMILY: What kind of boys' school is subterranean? The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming.
EMILY: The end? No.
The beginning.
The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb.
The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.
It's a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer.
The visionaries.
TIMOTHY: They weren't visionary enough to think we might be able to use some generators? It may be seem to you a regression, Mr.
Campbell, our way of life here, but you'd be dead wrong.
Technology is what destroyed the world.
Social media gave people the illusion they were equal.
Now that's all been swept away.
The natural order will restore itself.
I'll show you to your rooms.
As Purples, you will each be furnished with a private suite.
EMILY: What's a "Purple"? The elite.
The worthy.
Those chosen to survive.
I'm supposed to wear this shit? In The Outpost, everyone knows their place.
The Purples wear purple, the Grays, gray.
Who are the Grays? Grays are our worker ants.
Still a necessary component of any functioning society.
The Grays are here to serve.
And grateful for the opportunity.
The alternative being nuclear winter, cancer, death.
So what are you? I am neither.
Rather, I am the strong right arm of The Cooperative.
Think of me as their face.
EMILY: So you're not a Purple? The house rules are simple.
You will refer to me only as "Ms.
Venable.
" You may never leave the building.
If you wander out onto the grounds, you will not be allowed back in due to the danger of radiation contamination.
You will take your chances with the canker pus monsters beyond the gates.
And no unauthorized copulation of any kind, under any circumstances, no exceptions.
What? You're joking.
Ask the two Grays you saw on the way in if it's a joke.
You'll find the evening wear on the left side of the armoire.
We dress for dinner.
Cocktails in the music room at 6:30.
Be prompt.
There's no excuse for tardiness when there's nothing else to do.
[WATER RUNNING.]
[SIGHS.]
WHISPERING FEMALE VOICE: Beware Timothy.
["CALLING OCCUPANTS OF INTERPLANETARY CRAFT" BY THE CARPENTERS PLAYS.]
In your mind you have capacities You know To telepath messages Through the vast unknown Please, close your eyes And concentrate With every thought you think This song The same one every night.
- Oh, here we go.
- We're about to sing Where is it even coming from? And why do we have to listen to it? What are we missing here? About 99% of the world's population.
Would've been better off dying with them.
Speak for yourself, darling.
Wouldn't have to drink this, whatever this is.
It's mineral water.
You get a chance to talk to Venable? No, she creeps me out.
It's not fair that they get to be Purples and not me.
Okay, he refused to touch my hair if he was a Gray, and she's been to the Oscars, and was best friends with Natalie Wood, so fucking get some perspective.
It just plays over and over, 24 hours a day.
It's like Satan's Spotify playlist.
[ANDRE LAUGHS.]
Contact with you EVIE: Oh.
Well, well, well.
New blood.
Come in.
Don't be shy.
You're Dinah Stevens.
My mother used to watch your show.
She said you beat the pants off Oprah any day.
Bless her heart A million of her and I wouldn't have been replaced by that telenovela.
Um, what's happening out there? We beseech you - It's all gone.
- Everything.
Our Earth may never survive So do come, we beg you Please, interstellar policeman [BELL RINGS.]
Oh, won't you give us a sign Give us a sign Dinner is served.
[DISHES CLINKING.]
It's all we get.
Don't be too disappointed.
Darling, you don't know what disappointment is - until you've slept with Yul Brynner.
- [DINAH LAUGHS.]
I want to die.
The cube on your plate contains every vitamin our body needs or so they tell us.
COCO: I'm still hungry.
I am so tired of the hunger.
Fuck this bullshit! With all the thought that went into this place, they don't have a single bag of Pirate's Booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddamn Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food! [CANE TAPS FLOOR.]
TIMOTHY: Oh.
I'm going to be very clear so there will be no misunderstanding.
We have enough nutrition for the next 18 months.
And if our situation doesn't improve, you can count on less and less.
Situation? What is our situation? We had a perimeter alert this morning.
Something penetrated the grounds.
[BIRD WINGS FLAPPING.]
MEAD: Ah, God.
- Ah, shit.
- [BIRD COOS.]
VENABLE: It was a carrier pigeon, delivering a message from our benefactors.
COCO: Wait.
A pigeon? Can we eat it? It was contaminated by the fallout.
Can we boil it? "There are no more governments.
Only rotting mounds of corpses, too many to bury.
Starving people kill for a piece of bread.
Three outposts have been overrun.
We are the last vestiges of civilized life on the planet.
Be vigilant.
" Everything we know is gone.
In two weeks? That's all it took? MEAD: It was always fragile.
They made you think the system was a rock.
It was a water balloon.
One prick of the needle and [POPS LIPS.]
that's all it took.
VENABLE: We will only survive if we follow the rules.
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY.]
There's a problem.
We've detected a spike in the background radiation, centered in this room.
It's them; they just came from the outside.
No, no.
We were checked when we got here.
We're clean! TIMOTHY: No, we went through decontamination.
We were cleared.
Place your hands on the table.
And don't move.
[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING.]
Radioactive contamination is a grave risk to our entire community.
The clean rule is there to protect all of us.
A single stray gamma particle can cause skin lesions.
Your DNA breaks apart, your body disintegrates.
You'll wish you died in the blast.
But someone here decided that their individual needs were more important.
Someone went outside.
Touched something dirty.
[GEIGER COUNTER CONTINUES CLICKING.]
It makes me sick to think this person was selfish enough to risk contaminating all MR.
GALLANT: No.
No, no, no no, no.
That's a mistake, because the only thing I've touched is Coco's hair.
MEAD: She's clean.
You're dirty.
No.
This is impossible! That machine is wrong.
Ow! [GROANS.]
- EVIE: This is outrageous.
Stop! Please stop.
- [OTHERS EXCLAIMING.]
- Bring him back! - MR.
GALLANT: Evie! [GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING.]
- No way.
No.
No way.
- No! - Get your hands off me! - No! [SOBBING.]
Take them - to the decontamination room.
- ANDRE: No [MR.
GALLANT AND STU MOANING.]
[MOANING, WAILING.]
[CRYING, GROANING.]
MR.
GALLANT [MOANING.]
: No.
[BOTH SCREAMING, CRYING.]
[BOTH PANTING.]
[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING.]
MR.
GALLANT: Oh, no.
[WHIMPERS.]
Clean.
[CRYING.]
[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING RAPIDLY.]
Dirty.
STU: Please, please.
No.
I can't go through that spray again.
You won't have to.
[SCREAMS.]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Yes? It's me.
Are you decent? Never more so.
Well? Ravishing might be too strong a word, but this one certainly becomes you.
Don't you agree? If anyone sees us We're the only ones who matter.
[LAUGHS QUIETLY.]
VENABLE: How did you manage it? Stu and the Geiger counter? MEAD: Easy.
Set the sensitivity to ten, you can make anyone sound like Chernobyl.
It was lovely work.
And a pleasure.
It's strangely satisfying, isn't it? Dispensing punishment? I love their faces that stupid "can't believe this is happening to me" look they get.
I'm not embarrassed to say, it gives me a tingle.
[LAUGHS.]
I wonder what The Cooperative would say about all of this, making up our own rules, terrorizing the guests.
You're still uncomfortable with this and that gives me pause.
I'm military.
My dad killed so many Viet-Cong he lost count.
Killing is in my DNA.
But I still respect the chain of command.
The Cooperative's paid my bills for a lot of years.
Just hard for me to pretend they're not my boss anymore.
Forget The Cooperative.
It's only us.
ANDRE: How could he be contaminated? Stu never went outside.
He was with me most of the time.
Well, people do strange things when they're stuck inside 24/7.
- I've started masturbating with my off hand.
- [LAUGHING.]
Are you saying he deserved this? I'm saying Stu was boring, and using up our food, and that lesions won't work with my complexion.
Fuck you! I hope they come for you next.
Nobody's coming for anyone.
Not unless you break the rules.
This is a difficult time for everyone.
As a small consolation, we have a special treat.
No cubes tonight? Enjoy the bonne bouche.
Don't get used to it.
You think bribing us with a hot meal's just gonna make everything okay? COCO: Oh, my God.
I think my mouth had an orgasm.
Andre, we're not trying to bribe anyone, but there is something we all need to understand.
There is no "us" and "them.
" We are in this together.
No individual is greater than the group.
We did what we had to do.
This is quite simply a tragedy.
Where have you been hiding the fresh meat? We have resources for special occasions.
I've never tasted anything like it.
It's chicken.
That's not a chicken bone.
[GASPS.]
Tell me this doesn't look like a finger.
[ANDRE GASPS.]
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, this stew is Stu! Mallory, come here and stick your finger down my throat! [ANDRE YELLING.]
[GAGGING, COUGHING.]
For heavens sakes, don't be ridiculous.
There are lines that can never be crossed.
Not eating people is of the first rank.
I don't care what it is.
It's absolutely divine.
And it's full of fiber.
I'm going to finish every drop.
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants Of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft You're a monster.
How could you keep eating? You knew what it was.
It was chicken, Andre.
Delicious white-meat chicken.
You're a cannibal.
- [CRYING.]
: You're all cannibals! - Think about it.
- [ANDRE SOBS.]
- DINAH: She ate it, too.
Stu was contaminated.
Why would Venable eat irradiated meat? TIMOTHY: That's right.
Why would she feed us poison? The whole reason she is here is to keep us alive.
But where's his body, then? I want to see it.
I want to see Stu! Shut up! Shut up! Just listen.
- I don't hear anything.
- EMILY: Exactly.
- The song stopped.
- [CLACKS.]
[INTRO TO MAUREEN MCGOVERN'S "THE MORNING AFTER" PLAYS.]
It's been the same song for two straight weeks.
Why would they suddenly change it? A morning after - If we can hold on - [SINGING ALONG.]
: Hold on - Through the night - Through the night We have a chance Don't you get it?! It's a message! Aah! Let's keep on looking for the light The Cooperative is trying to tell us something! They're saying, "Hang on.
We're coming for you.
" - We're gonna be rescued.
- ANDRE: Oh.
Yes, The Cooperative is coming for us.
Halle-fucking-lujah! - Mallory - [LAUGHTER, SHRIEKING.]
[INTRO TO MAUREEN MCGOVERN'S "THE MORNING AFTER" PLAYS.]
There's got to be a morning after If we can hold on Maybe it's time to eat somebody.
Or just, like, an arm.
TIMOTHY: He was right about the song.
There was a morning after.
It just looked exactly like the previous morning.
We weren't rescued, and no one ever came.
But nuclear winter came, and it finished off anything the bombs had left alive.
It's waiting right outside the storm TIMOTHY: The world got colder, deadlier.
Why don't we cross the bridge together TIMOTHY: But even in all of this death, something was born.
Like everything in this place, we had to ration one kiss per week, just to be safe.
And though we couldn't be together in every way that we wanted, it was enough to keep us from dying inside, like everyone else around us.
[ECHOING.]
: In time [DOOR OPENS.]
I have an announcement.
This will be our last breakfast.
We're cutting back to one meal a day.
You can't be serious.
An effective dieting technique.
Yeah, so is starving to death! How are we supposed to survive on half a cube? It's not optimal, but also not impossible.
Either way, we have no choice.
Not if we want to keep eating at all.
I fucking can't do this anymore! DINAH: We don't know how strong we are until we have to face adversity.
This could be an opportunity for all of us to grow.
Finish that bumper sticker shit you used to say on your show, and I'm strong enough to shove this fork in your neck! EVIE: Oh, calm down.
COCO: What is the point of all of this? Starving, killing each other, getting shot? All we're doing is waiting around to find out how we die.
I say we take our chances outside.
She's right.
We have to get out of here.
Nobody's going anywhere.
[DISH CLINKING.]
What are you gonna do?! Shoot us all? Huh?! What are you gonna do? [ALARM BLARING.]
Perimeter alert.
There's been a breach.
[DOORS CLACK OPEN.]
[HORSE NEIGHING.]
[HORSE NEIGHS, SNORTS.]
[HORSE NEIGHING.]
[HORSE NEIGHS WEAKLY.]
[LOUD BREATHING.]
[LOUD BREATHING.]
[MUFFLED NEIGHING.]
I need to speak to Ms.
Venable.
MEAD: Yes, sir, Mr.
Langdon.
Tend to the animals.
[INTRO TO "TONIGHT YOU BELONG TO ME" PLAYING.]
- I know - I know You belong - To somebody new - [HORSE EXHALES.]
[DOOR CLACKS OPEN.]
But tonight you belong to me Wilhemina Venable.
I'm in charge here.
Of course you are.
You don't sound like you believe me.
You belong - Why wouldn't I? - To me Seems like you've done a wonderful job.
The walls are still standing.
Your people are alive and healthy.
- [HORSE SPUTTERS.]
- Which is - quite a feat - [GUN CHAMBER CLICKS.]
- [HORSE NEIGHS.]
- considering.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [THUDS.]
Considering? That three more Outposts have been overrun, and the remaining three won't last through the year.
Why are you here? - [HORSE NEIGHING.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
Because it's only a matter of time before the same thing happens to you.
The good news is, there's another facility, a sanctuary.
This one's completely impregnable and stocked with enough supplies to last a decade.
You're here to take us there.
LANGDON: Hmm.
I've been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival.
I could take all of you or none of you.
- [RUSTLING BELOW.]
- Those who make it live.
- [LOUD GRUNT.]
- Those who don't end up like my horses.
Just to little old me.
Fini.
How much do you love? Am I the first one to get this cut? Because I'm working on becoming an Instagram influencer, and I refuse to show my full ass crack, so my hairstyle has to be on point.
Who cares how many followers you have? You're a billionaire.
That's my father's money.
I need to make something of myself.
You did.
You're the next Chris McMillan.
Mm.
Take a sip so we can post.
Cold-pressed juice is trending super hard right now.
You're gonna get, like, 10,000 likes in ten minutes.
[CAMERA CLICKS.]
Are you trying to fucking poison me? This tastes like turtle shit.
You're supposed to be my personal assistant, Mallory.
Do you even know me? Could you just go and get me a macchiato so I can rinse this taste out of my mouth? [MOUTHS.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Are the Kardashians filming out there? [ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
- MR.
GALLANT: What the fuck? - No.
It's bullshit.
It's a hoax.
It's like that time in Hawaii.
They're gonna text in, like, a minute with a retraction.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Oh.
Hi, Daddy.
How's Hong Kong? - Coco, listen to me.
- Oh, you know what? We have a terrible connection.
- I'll call you after I'm done - Just shut up and listen.
The missile alert is real.
In less than an hour, Los Angeles is going to be an empty crater.
Wait, Daddy, you're scaring me.
You can still be safe.
There are four spots reserved for our family, but your mother and brother are here with me, and we're not going to make it.
A car is coming.
It'll take you to Santa Monica Airport.
A private jet is waiting, so go.
So go.
- Now.
- What are you talking about? Your mother and I love you very much.
Wish we could be together again, but it's too late.
Just try to be happy, baby.
- MR.
GALLANT: Oh, my God.
- [TIRES SCREECH.]
That's the only thing that matters.
- [EXPLOSION.]
- [COCO GASPS.]
No! No, no, no! - Wait, was that real? - [HORN HONKING.]
We got to go, Coco.
Come on.
Come on.
- Come on, Coco.
- Okay.
- [ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
- [HORN HONKING.]
ANCHOR [ON TV.]
: Widespread panic is being reported in major cities around the country.
We can now confirm that a ballistic missile alert was texted to public approximately 3:00 p.
m.
- Pacific Standard Time.
- [PHONE BUZZING.]
The Pentagon has not yet released a statement and there has been no word from the White House.
Babe, are you seeing this? - Brock, where are you? - What do you mean? I'm at work.
I just heard a fucking amazing pitch.
Free Willy as a six-part limited series.
- It's kind of genius.
- [LOUD THUD.]
Brock, I love you.
I don't want to live without you.
Get to Santa Monica Airport.
- There's a plane waiting for us.
- What? - [TIRES SQUEALING.]
- [HORN HONKS.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- BROCK: Coco? [PHONE BEEPING.]
ANCHOR: WBN can now confirm Hong Kong, London, numerous sites in the Baltics and Moscow have all been hit and destroyed by nuclear ICBMs.
This is it, ladies and gentlemen.
I can't believe we actually did it.
We have just been notified to evacuate.
I'm not gonna make it home.
So if my children are watching this Daddy loves you very much.
[ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
[AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
[BLARING CONTINUES.]
Ugh.
Esmeralda, the champagne's burnt again.
You left it in the freezer too long.
Where are you going? You know I pay you for a ten-hour day.
I have to go home, Mrs.
Evie.
It's the end of the world.
Nana, I've been trying to call you.
When he ran MGM, your grandfather God rest his soul Would never return calls until the following day.
All of the stars and all of the agents would have to go and see him in person if they wanted to get What are you doing? The government sent a warning.
- Missiles are coming.
- So is global warming.
Well.
It's probably fake news.
- I'm gonna call Donald.
- No.
This is real, Grandma.
- People are going to die today.
- [AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
Let's have some burnt champagne.
MALLORY: Look, I can't get ahold of anyone.
My mom's going straight to voice mail.
- I got to go home, Coco.
- No.
No, no, no, no, no.
You need to stay here with me.
Okay? You can take my brother's ticket.
Mallory, you know I'm helpless without you.
I'm worse than Elton John.
I don't even know how to work a dishwasher or open a door.
Besides, after the bomb drops, there won't be anything to go home to.
Okay.
Why aren't we moving?! - [SCREAMS.]
Oh, my God! - [SCREAMS.]
Jesus Christ.
- Oh, my God! - People are committing suicide to avoid the blast.
- [HORN HONKING.]
- MR.
GALLANT: Coco! Coco, wait! - What are you doing here? - [AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
I overheard your dad.
There's four spots.
Room for all of us.
This is my Nana Evie.
- How do you do? - No, I don't.
What are you doing? Brock is gonna be here.
He's not gonna make it.
It's chaos out there.
Jesus, what happened to your hair? What are you talking about? Okay, fine.
Just get on the plane.
- Okay.
- Okay? Mwah, mwah.
- Brock, where are you? - BROCK: No, look, I'm coming.
I'm in the worst traffic nightmare ever.
Okay, do whatever you have to do.
- Just get here.
Hurry! - BROCK: All right, look.
I'm running.
I will be there in ten.
Wait for me.
This doesn't look good.
Oh, my God.
Brock, they're coming.
People are coming for the plane.
MALLORY: Coco! It's now or never.
Brock, do you remember the contract that we had - with each other? - No, no, no.
Don't go there, babe.
COCO: Uh, at any time, we can unilaterally release each other from our monogamous obligations.
You are now free to see other people.
No, no, no, Coco! Do not leave me in fucking Santa Monica.
DRIVER: Go! Get on the plane now.
[CROWD SCREAMING.]
[WOMAN GRUNTS.]
Holy shit.
You bitch! Where are we going? Didn't your dad tell you? I'll find out.
[DOORKNOB RATTLING.]
- There's nobody there.
- MR.
GALLANT: What?! No stewardess? Oh.
I guess I won't be ordering the fresh-cut fruit, huh? [EXPLOSION.]
[ALL SCREAMING.]
[ALARM BEEPING.]
BOY: Where the hell is Dad? It's almost 3:00.
I want him to be here when we find out.
Whatever happens, you just worked your butt off for three years.
I did.
Now, if they can't see how wonderful you are, you know what? It's their loss.
[CHUCKLES.]
Yeah.
You're destined for great things, Timmy.
- BOY 2: It's 3:00.
- All right, all right.
- Let's check.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- Oh.
[EXHALES.]
I got in.
- MOTHER: I knew it.
- I got in! [LAUGHS.]
: I knew it.
- Oh, yes! - [GROANS.]
- Congratulations.
- Oh, thank God.
[CHANTING.]
: UCLA! ALL [CHANTING.]
: UCLA! UCLA! - [ALERT TONE CHIMING.]
- UCLA! UCLA! UCLA.
EDWARD: Yeah, I'm buzzing, too.
[DOOR OPENS.]
- Dad, you missed it.
- Honey? - Haven't you been watching the news? - No.
What's going on? It's World War III.
- What? - ANCHOR: Hong Kong, London, numerous sites in the Baltics and Moscow have all been hit and destroyed by nuclear ICBMs.
- He's not serious, right? - No.
- ANCHOR: This is it, ladies and gentlemen.
- No.
I can't believe we actually did it.
We have just been notified to evacuate.
What? - I'm not gonna make it home.
- No.
So if my children are watching this, - Daddy lo - [TV TURNS OFF.]
MOTHER: Well, I mean, there has to be someplace we can go.
There's got to be somebody's, uh, basement or someplace that we can go.
- [CRYING.]
: Something.
No.
- I don't know.
- I don't know.
I don't know.
- We have to go somewhere.
- [MOTHER CRYING.]
- [VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
- What is what is this? - Get back.
[LOUD KNOCKING.]
What's going on? Timothy Campbell? - Yeah.
- You need to come with us now.
Who are you? Your son has been selected by The Cooperative.
We have a location prepared for him where he'll be safe.
- What do you mean "selected"? - MAN: Your son's exceptional genetic makeup makes him a prime candidate.
Prime candidate to do what? Survive.
How do you know my genetic makeup? You submitted your DNA to an ancestry Web site.
You have to believe me, sir.
We're the only chance your son has to live through this.
What about my family? We're only here for you.
Then I'm not going.
We can't accept that.
- TIMOTHY: What? - MOTHER: No, no.
No! - No! Ed.
No.
- Dad? Dad? - MOTHER: No.
No.
- Get off me! Dad, do something! - Don't let 'em take me! - [FATHER MUMBLES.]
Say good-bye to your brother and your mother.
- WOMAN [CRYING.]
: No.
No.
- [FATHER MUMBLES.]
No, no.
If you can take Timothy, then why don't you take Edward, too? - WOMAN: They're not identical.
- MOTHER: No.
- Come on.
- [SIREN BLARING.]
TIMOTHY: No.
No! - No! No.
- You have to go.
[PANTING.]
[AIR RAID SIREN BLARING.]
You have to tell me where I am.
I have rights.
No, you don't.
You'll be safe here.
[DOOR THUDS SHUT, LOCK CLACKS.]
Hey! - Hey! - YOUNG WOMAN: Calm down.
It's okay.
I'm Emily.
Timothy.
How long have you been here? EMILY: I don't know.
Two guys dressed in black woke me from a dead sleep, put me in a car and brought me to this room.
They tell you the same thing they told me? Found you on some ancestry Web site? They didn't tell me shit.
Didn't have to.
They found me in jail.
I got arrested for protesting on campus.
They got your blood tests from your doctor or whatever.
Yeah.
Ran it through a database.
There's something in your DNA that they want.
[EXPLOSIVE THUD, LOUD RUMBLING, EMILY SHRIEKS.]
[CLACKING, ELECTRICAL BUZZING.]
[BUZZER SOUNDING RHYTHMICALLY, RUMBLING CONTINUES.]
- [RUMBLING SLOWS, BUZZER SOUNDING.]
- TIMOTHY: My family.
[RUMBLING STOPS, BUZZER CONTINUES SOUNDING.]
[PANTING.]
This isn't happening.
It's not This isn't It's not real.
It's not.
It's not.
It's not.
I think they're okay.
They're okay.
They're okay.
[TIMOTHY SOBBING.]
MAN: We're taking you to an outpost equipped for long-term habitation.
WOMAN: It's one of ten around the world, each constructed in minimal fallout zones.
Are there other people there? Others like you, and those who can afford to purchase a ticket.
EMILY: Rich people.
- Of course.
- MAN: The money they paid helped finance this operation.
[VEHICLE SLOWS, STOPS.]
Put these on.
[GATES CLACK OPEN.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[EMILY PANTING.]
[GATES CLACK.]
[INDISTINCT, DISTANT CHATTER.]
WOMAN: Sorry.
MAN: Please.
It wasn't her fault.
WOMAN: Please.
We won't do it again.
We promise.
MAN: Please! [GUNSHOTS.]
[TIMOTHY GASPING.]
Oh, my God.
[PANTING.]
[TIMOTHY PANTS LOUDLY.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[TIMOTHY CONTINUES PANTING LOUDLY.]
[BEEPS.]
[DOOR CLACKS.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[DOORS CLACK OPEN.]
[LOUD PANTING.]
[DOORS CLACK, WHOOSH SHUT.]
[MECHANICAL WHOOSHING.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[TIMOTHY PANTING.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[HISSES LOUDLY.]
[CLICK, BUZZER SOUNDS.]
[CANE CLINKS AGAINST FLOOR.]
[CLINKING CONTINUES.]
[DOORS WHOOSH OPEN.]
I am Wilhemina Venable.
Welcome to Outpost Three.
TIMOTHY: This is a fallout shelter? It is now.
For many years, it served as an exclusive boys' school.
EMILY: What kind of boys' school is subterranean? The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming.
EMILY: The end? No.
The beginning.
The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb.
The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.
It's a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer.
The visionaries.
TIMOTHY: They weren't visionary enough to think we might be able to use some generators? It may be seem to you a regression, Mr.
Campbell, our way of life here, but you'd be dead wrong.
Technology is what destroyed the world.
Social media gave people the illusion they were equal.
Now that's all been swept away.
The natural order will restore itself.
I'll show you to your rooms.
As Purples, you will each be furnished with a private suite.
EMILY: What's a "Purple"? The elite.
The worthy.
Those chosen to survive.
I'm supposed to wear this shit? In The Outpost, everyone knows their place.
The Purples wear purple, the Grays, gray.
Who are the Grays? Grays are our worker ants.
Still a necessary component of any functioning society.
The Grays are here to serve.
And grateful for the opportunity.
The alternative being nuclear winter, cancer, death.
So what are you? I am neither.
Rather, I am the strong right arm of The Cooperative.
Think of me as their face.
EMILY: So you're not a Purple? The house rules are simple.
You will refer to me only as "Ms.
Venable.
" You may never leave the building.
If you wander out onto the grounds, you will not be allowed back in due to the danger of radiation contamination.
You will take your chances with the canker pus monsters beyond the gates.
And no unauthorized copulation of any kind, under any circumstances, no exceptions.
What? You're joking.
Ask the two Grays you saw on the way in if it's a joke.
You'll find the evening wear on the left side of the armoire.
We dress for dinner.
Cocktails in the music room at 6:30.
Be prompt.
There's no excuse for tardiness when there's nothing else to do.
[WATER RUNNING.]
[SIGHS.]
WHISPERING FEMALE VOICE: Beware Timothy.
["CALLING OCCUPANTS OF INTERPLANETARY CRAFT" BY THE CARPENTERS PLAYS.]
In your mind you have capacities You know To telepath messages Through the vast unknown Please, close your eyes And concentrate With every thought you think This song The same one every night.
- Oh, here we go.
- We're about to sing Where is it even coming from? And why do we have to listen to it? What are we missing here? About 99% of the world's population.
Would've been better off dying with them.
Speak for yourself, darling.
Wouldn't have to drink this, whatever this is.
It's mineral water.
You get a chance to talk to Venable? No, she creeps me out.
It's not fair that they get to be Purples and not me.
Okay, he refused to touch my hair if he was a Gray, and she's been to the Oscars, and was best friends with Natalie Wood, so fucking get some perspective.
It just plays over and over, 24 hours a day.
It's like Satan's Spotify playlist.
[ANDRE LAUGHS.]
Contact with you EVIE: Oh.
Well, well, well.
New blood.
Come in.
Don't be shy.
You're Dinah Stevens.
My mother used to watch your show.
She said you beat the pants off Oprah any day.
Bless her heart A million of her and I wouldn't have been replaced by that telenovela.
Um, what's happening out there? We beseech you - It's all gone.
- Everything.
Our Earth may never survive So do come, we beg you Please, interstellar policeman [BELL RINGS.]
Oh, won't you give us a sign Give us a sign Dinner is served.
[DISHES CLINKING.]
It's all we get.
Don't be too disappointed.
Darling, you don't know what disappointment is - until you've slept with Yul Brynner.
- [DINAH LAUGHS.]
I want to die.
The cube on your plate contains every vitamin our body needs or so they tell us.
COCO: I'm still hungry.
I am so tired of the hunger.
Fuck this bullshit! With all the thought that went into this place, they don't have a single bag of Pirate's Booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddamn Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food! [CANE TAPS FLOOR.]
TIMOTHY: Oh.
I'm going to be very clear so there will be no misunderstanding.
We have enough nutrition for the next 18 months.
And if our situation doesn't improve, you can count on less and less.
Situation? What is our situation? We had a perimeter alert this morning.
Something penetrated the grounds.
[BIRD WINGS FLAPPING.]
MEAD: Ah, God.
- Ah, shit.
- [BIRD COOS.]
VENABLE: It was a carrier pigeon, delivering a message from our benefactors.
COCO: Wait.
A pigeon? Can we eat it? It was contaminated by the fallout.
Can we boil it? "There are no more governments.
Only rotting mounds of corpses, too many to bury.
Starving people kill for a piece of bread.
Three outposts have been overrun.
We are the last vestiges of civilized life on the planet.
Be vigilant.
" Everything we know is gone.
In two weeks? That's all it took? MEAD: It was always fragile.
They made you think the system was a rock.
It was a water balloon.
One prick of the needle and [POPS LIPS.]
that's all it took.
VENABLE: We will only survive if we follow the rules.
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY.]
There's a problem.
We've detected a spike in the background radiation, centered in this room.
It's them; they just came from the outside.
No, no.
We were checked when we got here.
We're clean! TIMOTHY: No, we went through decontamination.
We were cleared.
Place your hands on the table.
And don't move.
[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING.]
Radioactive contamination is a grave risk to our entire community.
The clean rule is there to protect all of us.
A single stray gamma particle can cause skin lesions.
Your DNA breaks apart, your body disintegrates.
You'll wish you died in the blast.
But someone here decided that their individual needs were more important.
Someone went outside.
Touched something dirty.
[GEIGER COUNTER CONTINUES CLICKING.]
It makes me sick to think this person was selfish enough to risk contaminating all MR.
GALLANT: No.
No, no, no no, no.
That's a mistake, because the only thing I've touched is Coco's hair.
MEAD: She's clean.
You're dirty.
No.
This is impossible! That machine is wrong.
Ow! [GROANS.]
- EVIE: This is outrageous.
Stop! Please stop.
- [OTHERS EXCLAIMING.]
- Bring him back! - MR.
GALLANT: Evie! [GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING.]
- No way.
No.
No way.
- No! - Get your hands off me! - No! [SOBBING.]
Take them - to the decontamination room.
- ANDRE: No [MR.
GALLANT AND STU MOANING.]
[MOANING, WAILING.]
[CRYING, GROANING.]
MR.
GALLANT [MOANING.]
: No.
[BOTH SCREAMING, CRYING.]
[BOTH PANTING.]
[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING.]
MR.
GALLANT: Oh, no.
[WHIMPERS.]
Clean.
[CRYING.]
[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING RAPIDLY.]
Dirty.
STU: Please, please.
No.
I can't go through that spray again.
You won't have to.
[SCREAMS.]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Yes? It's me.
Are you decent? Never more so.
Well? Ravishing might be too strong a word, but this one certainly becomes you.
Don't you agree? If anyone sees us We're the only ones who matter.
[LAUGHS QUIETLY.]
VENABLE: How did you manage it? Stu and the Geiger counter? MEAD: Easy.
Set the sensitivity to ten, you can make anyone sound like Chernobyl.
It was lovely work.
And a pleasure.
It's strangely satisfying, isn't it? Dispensing punishment? I love their faces that stupid "can't believe this is happening to me" look they get.
I'm not embarrassed to say, it gives me a tingle.
[LAUGHS.]
I wonder what The Cooperative would say about all of this, making up our own rules, terrorizing the guests.
You're still uncomfortable with this and that gives me pause.
I'm military.
My dad killed so many Viet-Cong he lost count.
Killing is in my DNA.
But I still respect the chain of command.
The Cooperative's paid my bills for a lot of years.
Just hard for me to pretend they're not my boss anymore.
Forget The Cooperative.
It's only us.
ANDRE: How could he be contaminated? Stu never went outside.
He was with me most of the time.
Well, people do strange things when they're stuck inside 24/7.
- I've started masturbating with my off hand.
- [LAUGHING.]
Are you saying he deserved this? I'm saying Stu was boring, and using up our food, and that lesions won't work with my complexion.
Fuck you! I hope they come for you next.
Nobody's coming for anyone.
Not unless you break the rules.
This is a difficult time for everyone.
As a small consolation, we have a special treat.
No cubes tonight? Enjoy the bonne bouche.
Don't get used to it.
You think bribing us with a hot meal's just gonna make everything okay? COCO: Oh, my God.
I think my mouth had an orgasm.
Andre, we're not trying to bribe anyone, but there is something we all need to understand.
There is no "us" and "them.
" We are in this together.
No individual is greater than the group.
We did what we had to do.
This is quite simply a tragedy.
Where have you been hiding the fresh meat? We have resources for special occasions.
I've never tasted anything like it.
It's chicken.
That's not a chicken bone.
[GASPS.]
Tell me this doesn't look like a finger.
[ANDRE GASPS.]
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, this stew is Stu! Mallory, come here and stick your finger down my throat! [ANDRE YELLING.]
[GAGGING, COUGHING.]
For heavens sakes, don't be ridiculous.
There are lines that can never be crossed.
Not eating people is of the first rank.
I don't care what it is.
It's absolutely divine.
And it's full of fiber.
I'm going to finish every drop.
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants Of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft You're a monster.
How could you keep eating? You knew what it was.
It was chicken, Andre.
Delicious white-meat chicken.
You're a cannibal.
- [CRYING.]
: You're all cannibals! - Think about it.
- [ANDRE SOBS.]
- DINAH: She ate it, too.
Stu was contaminated.
Why would Venable eat irradiated meat? TIMOTHY: That's right.
Why would she feed us poison? The whole reason she is here is to keep us alive.
But where's his body, then? I want to see it.
I want to see Stu! Shut up! Shut up! Just listen.
- I don't hear anything.
- EMILY: Exactly.
- The song stopped.
- [CLACKS.]
[INTRO TO MAUREEN MCGOVERN'S "THE MORNING AFTER" PLAYS.]
It's been the same song for two straight weeks.
Why would they suddenly change it? A morning after - If we can hold on - [SINGING ALONG.]
: Hold on - Through the night - Through the night We have a chance Don't you get it?! It's a message! Aah! Let's keep on looking for the light The Cooperative is trying to tell us something! They're saying, "Hang on.
We're coming for you.
" - We're gonna be rescued.
- ANDRE: Oh.
Yes, The Cooperative is coming for us.
Halle-fucking-lujah! - Mallory - [LAUGHTER, SHRIEKING.]
[INTRO TO MAUREEN MCGOVERN'S "THE MORNING AFTER" PLAYS.]
There's got to be a morning after If we can hold on Maybe it's time to eat somebody.
Or just, like, an arm.
TIMOTHY: He was right about the song.
There was a morning after.
It just looked exactly like the previous morning.
We weren't rescued, and no one ever came.
But nuclear winter came, and it finished off anything the bombs had left alive.
It's waiting right outside the storm TIMOTHY: The world got colder, deadlier.
Why don't we cross the bridge together TIMOTHY: But even in all of this death, something was born.
Like everything in this place, we had to ration one kiss per week, just to be safe.
And though we couldn't be together in every way that we wanted, it was enough to keep us from dying inside, like everyone else around us.
[ECHOING.]
: In time [DOOR OPENS.]
I have an announcement.
This will be our last breakfast.
We're cutting back to one meal a day.
You can't be serious.
An effective dieting technique.
Yeah, so is starving to death! How are we supposed to survive on half a cube? It's not optimal, but also not impossible.
Either way, we have no choice.
Not if we want to keep eating at all.
I fucking can't do this anymore! DINAH: We don't know how strong we are until we have to face adversity.
This could be an opportunity for all of us to grow.
Finish that bumper sticker shit you used to say on your show, and I'm strong enough to shove this fork in your neck! EVIE: Oh, calm down.
COCO: What is the point of all of this? Starving, killing each other, getting shot? All we're doing is waiting around to find out how we die.
I say we take our chances outside.
She's right.
We have to get out of here.
Nobody's going anywhere.
[DISH CLINKING.]
What are you gonna do?! Shoot us all? Huh?! What are you gonna do? [ALARM BLARING.]
Perimeter alert.
There's been a breach.
[DOORS CLACK OPEN.]
[HORSE NEIGHING.]
[HORSE NEIGHS, SNORTS.]
[HORSE NEIGHING.]
[HORSE NEIGHS WEAKLY.]
[LOUD BREATHING.]
[LOUD BREATHING.]
[MUFFLED NEIGHING.]
I need to speak to Ms.
Venable.
MEAD: Yes, sir, Mr.
Langdon.
Tend to the animals.
[INTRO TO "TONIGHT YOU BELONG TO ME" PLAYING.]
- I know - I know You belong - To somebody new - [HORSE EXHALES.]
[DOOR CLACKS OPEN.]
But tonight you belong to me Wilhemina Venable.
I'm in charge here.
Of course you are.
You don't sound like you believe me.
You belong - Why wouldn't I? - To me Seems like you've done a wonderful job.
The walls are still standing.
Your people are alive and healthy.
- [HORSE SPUTTERS.]
- Which is - quite a feat - [GUN CHAMBER CLICKS.]
- [HORSE NEIGHS.]
- considering.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [THUDS.]
Considering? That three more Outposts have been overrun, and the remaining three won't last through the year.
Why are you here? - [HORSE NEIGHING.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
Because it's only a matter of time before the same thing happens to you.
The good news is, there's another facility, a sanctuary.
This one's completely impregnable and stocked with enough supplies to last a decade.
You're here to take us there.
LANGDON: Hmm.
I've been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival.
I could take all of you or none of you.
- [RUSTLING BELOW.]
- Those who make it live.
- [LOUD GRUNT.]
- Those who don't end up like my horses.
Just to little old me.