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(dark tones)
(ominous music)
- [Narrator] Fisher Industries.
The first world relief organization to spring into action
when the meteors arrived.
Whether it was combating the wildfires of the Midwest
or helping the military secure affected nuclear sites,
Fisher Industries was there, assessing the devastation,
bringing a sense of calm to the people
left helpless to the meateor attack
and offering peaceful solutions to the uprising
and unrest left in its wake.
With food and water in short supply,
Fisher Industries delivered perishables and medical aid
to millions of those misplaced by the meteor attacks,
and through its sustainable energy programs
has begun using the power of the sun
to harness the natural resources required
to begin building relocation camps
in areas where meateor strikes are less likely to occur.
Although we now live in a new world
where the threat from the skies are inevitable,
Fisher Industries is doing its part to build back a planet
free from the binds of fear and devastation.
A world where every human can live free
with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
(meteors whoosh)
(ominous music continues)
(meteors roar)
(distant sirens wail)
(helicopter blades whir)
(dark tones)
(ominous music continues)
(birds chirp)
(chain rattles)
(birds chirp) (gentle dark music)
(bottle hisses)
(birds chirp) (dark music continues)
(fishing reel whirs)
(water splashes)
(frogs croak)
- Leave it to Liam Marshall to be out fishing,
while the rest of the world goes to hell in a hand basket.
- From right here, the world looks just fine.
- Maybe you need your glasses.
(Liam chuckles)
I know you and Charlotte aren't big on television,
but I assume you know what's happened in New York.
- It's a long way from here.
(fishing reel whirs)
- How is she?
- About the same.
That's why I called you.
- The episodes?
- More frequent since the accident.
- I'll go see her.
Are you coming with me?
- You know she doesn't like me to be there when you do that.
- (chuckles) All right, then.
I'll come find you, before I leave.
(dark music)
(fishing reel whirs)
(water splashes)
(dark music continues)
(door slides open)
I'm gonna try and get my hands on some benzodiazepine.
That's just generic Xanax.
Should help her with the anxiety.
Depression is a tricky side effect,
so you'll need to keep an eye on her.
- I appreciate it.
- Might be a few days before I can track some down.
The pharmaceutical supply chain is running low,
with every available truck headed up north
to help those poor bastards up there.
- We'll manage.
- And what about you?
- What about me?
- Well, Charlotte says that you worry.
- Mostly about her.
I'm fine. Really, I am.
Appreciate you coming by.
- Anytime.
I'll come by as soon as I have my hands on those pills.
You take good care of that woman in there
and maybe yourself too, if you can find the time.
(fork scrapes)
(fork clinks and scrapes)
- I found these from when I was having trouble sleeping.
Take the pill, Char.
(soft somber music)
- They said Paris was the next city to go.
- France is an ocean away from here.
Come on.
Take the pills.
(lid pops)
(pills rattle)
(somber music continues)
(Charlotte sighs)
(crickets chirp)
(wind chimes ring)
(weather vane squeaks) (meteor whooshes)
(car door slams)
(somber music continues)
- [Travis] You must be Mr. Marshall. Liam.
- You have 10 seconds to get off my land!
- Or what? You're gonna shoot me?
- If that's what it takes!
Now, I've already told you people,
there's no oil under this land!
- I'm not with the oil company.
I'd be happy to explain myself,
if you get that thing out of my face!
My name is Travis Young. I represent Fisher Industries.
We're building a relocation camp for the New York survivors.
We're looking for land to break ground,
and your property came up on one of our searches.
- Refugees?
- Survivors.
And (sighs) refugees, if you prefer.
- I do, and I'm not interested!
This land's been in my family for over 200 years.
- You don't have any family.
You're behind on the payments as well.
- How do you know that? - I've spoken with the bank.
Tusvault. You're upside-down on the loan.
- You can tell Raymond Fisher that he can kiss my ass!
You can build your concentration camp somewhere else.
- Mr. Marshall, we're philanthropists.
Not Nazis.
- Hoarding people into cages
'cause you got nowhere else to put 'em?
Sounds about the same to me.
I saw it on television last night.
Chain link fences for miles.
- I assure you. Now-
- I don't care about your assurance!
What I want is for you to get your ass in this car
and get the hell off my property!
- Sorry to bother you.
I'll let Mr. Fisher know your answer.
(car door slams)
(car starts)
- Now, get the hell outta here!
(engine revs)
(flag flutters)
(birds chirp)
- This is a new appraisal.
And that's your new monthly for the whole property.
- What about the house?
- That number's for the entire estate.
- [Liam] But that's more than the land is worth.
- I understand.
(sighs) Maybe we can look at doing a refinance.
- We did that last year.
- [Jack] And the net payout?
- Well, foundation repairs, barn, fences.
- Well, you could always look at selling off
a couple acres here and there.
You've got plenty of space, from what I can tell.
- That's not an option.
- Then unless you find oil under some of these fields,
you may have to consider doing a short sale.
- A short sale?
I've got medical bills.
- Charlotte.
(sighs) Look, Liam.
With everything that's happening,
and now they're predicting protests all over the world,
Fisher Industries is buying up land all over Middle America.
- [Liam] Salesmen was by this morning, in fact.
- It's a very viable option.
- What other option do I have?
- You don't.
(melancholy piano music)
You gotta get right with the bank within 90 days.
You'll lose your house. Your land.
Everything.
And then where will you be?
Look, I've been your banker for 10 years.
I worked with your dad, too.
This place will not survive the winter.
Fisher's deal is a good one.
Talk it over with your wife and y'all make a decision.
- I'd rather go bankrupt than to watch that man
fill this land with hoards of people.
(Jack sighs)
- Your father bought a tractor, once.
Came to the bank for a loan.
I was new, back then.
He asked me if I thought 15 grand
was a lot of money for a new tractor.
I asked him, I said, "Do you need a new tractor?"
Of course, he said yes.
And I told him any amount of money was a good value.
Otherwise, you'd just be stealing from yourself.
(Liam chuckles)
(sighs) 90 days.
You call me when you make a decision.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(meteor roars)
(Liam sighs)
(meteor roars)
(explosion thumps)
(cicadas chirp) (somber orchestral music)
- Charlotte?
Charlotte, honey. What are you doing out of bed?
- I told you.
(meteors roar)
(Liam gasps)
(Liam sighs)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Liam sighs)
(dramatic newscast music)
- [Anchor] This just in to the World News desk.
A string of meteors have just struck Paris, France.
We're seeing the first images to come in
and you can see the destruction caused by the meteor,
the smoke rising in the distance,
and the Eiffel Tower in ruins.
These photos are truly terrifying.
- Liam?
- [Anchor] No word on casualties yet,
but from the looks of this video that's being fed to us live
via Sky Cap 11, the number of dead or wounded could be-
- Is everything all right? - Catastrophic.
- Everything's fine, sweetheart. I just get sleep is all.
- Are being escorted out of- - Go on back to bed.
- [Anchor] And the United States is sending aid
to the country as government officials fear the worst.
- I told you. It's happening again.
- [Anchor] But it appears the general public-
- Go back to bed. I'll be right in.
- [Anchor] Little to no warning.
It's a very sad and delicate situation.
Again, Paris, France has fallen victim
to the latest meteor strikes.
American officials- - I told you.
I told you it was gonna happen again.
- I said go back to bed!
- [Anchor] Especially to the affected region.
Also, this just in.
The President of the United States is also said
to deliver his remarks on the situation shortly.
And when that happens,
you can be sure that World News Tonight
will go directly to coverage of the press conference.
Stay tuned to this station for the very latest updates
on this devastating turn of events.
(birds chirp)
(fishing reel whirs)
- Don't you ever get tired of doing this?
- [Liam] Fishing?
- [Tracey] Coming up empty.
- I don't do it to catch fish.
- Then why do you do it?
- The immersion of it.
Bad day fishing beats a good day at work.
(Tracey chuckles)
- If you say so.
Here. There's a couple of weeks worth in there.
That's all I could get my hands on.
And they're sending me to New York in the morning.
- Thanks.
New York?
- I take it you heard about France?
- Yeah.
Saw it on TV last night.
- You and Charlotte, you honeymooned in Paris, right?
- Yeah.
- [Tracey] Well, my job here is done.
Let me know if you need anything.
- Can I ask you a question?
Fisher Industries. You ever heard of 'em?
- Sure.
- What would you think if I told you that I was gonna
sell a part of the ranch to 'em?
They're building housing for the victims of the meteor.
Salesman came by.
- What was he offering?
- Didn't get that far.
- Well, from what I hear, they pay well.
- First New York, now France.
I'm thinking that holding out was a good move.
- You're serious?
I never thought you would sell this place.
- It pains me to admit that I might, but that money could go
to buying a place for Charlotte to live.
Somewhere away from all this meteor business.
Somewhere where she could get help that she needs.
- You know, you take the skies falling down
out of the equation and this place
is the best medicine anyone can ask for.
But Charlotte's been through a lot.
A change of scenery, scary as that sounds,
might do her well.
You're a good man, Liam.
Stubborn and ugly,
but good.
(birds chirp)
(dark rumbling tones)
- Delicious.
- I'm ready to listen to Fisher's offer.
- Mind if I ask what changed your mind?
- You can ask.
- Your land sits in what we call a safe valley.
It's far from major cities and recent attacks,
and according to NASA's latest predictions, meteor strikes.
We've built seven relocation camps in areas similar in size,
and we feel that your land is a perfect setting
for our newest campus.
And we feel that this adequately represents
our evolving interests in your ranch.
That number is non-negotiable.
- What about the house?
(Travis chuckles)
- Well, we can't have a house sitting in the middle
of the camp, so you will be asked to relocate.
But with that much...
- What type of medical care do you offer
in these camps of yours?
- State of the art.
These people require extensive medical care.
Physical. Mental.
We hire the best.
(Liam sighs)
- My wife suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder.
Anxiety attacks.
Her doctor was in New York at a conference
when the meteors hit.
If I do this, I want her taken care of.
- [Travis] "Taken care of"?
- In perpetuity.
That's my counter offer.
- Let me make a phone call.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(birds chirp)
We have a slight issue with Liam Marshall.
(dark music)
- Well?
- So, it seems we have ourselves a deal.
Mr. Fisher does have one small request,
before we move forward.
He would like Charlotte to be examined
by one of our doctors.
Due diligence.
He simply likes to know the situation
he's getting himself involved in.
That's all.
- Fine.
(Travis hums)
(Liam scoffs)
(door slams)
(meteor whooshes)
(birds chirp)
(clock ticks rhythmically)
(Charlotte sighs)
- Pulse is normal.
Are you experiencing any headaches? Sensitivity to light?
Anything like that?
- Just trouble sleeping.
- It's a side effect of the Xanax. I can balance that out.
I can give you an injection called phenobarbital.
It will help with the sleep patterns you're experiencing.
- Great.
(footsteps approach)
- [Liam] How's she doing?
- She's doing great.
She's a strong one.
- Liam.
- I know, I know. I just came in here to check on you.
That's all.
(ominous music)
- Mr. Marshall, I can explain.
(doctor groans)
- Liam!
What the hell are you doing?
- She was sent here to kill you!
- What? By who?
- Fisher Industries and that sneaky fuck salesman!
- Oh, God. Well, what're you gonna do about it, Liam?
- Wait right here.
If she wakes up, you yell my name, all right?
- Okay.
(ominous music continues)
(birds chirp)
(meteor thumps)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(car chimes)
(car doors slam)
- Deal's off, gentlemen.
Your dog's inside, too.
I suggest that you go in there and get her up,
before she decides she's not gonna wake up again.
- What did you do? - What did you do?
You tried to kill my wife!
- Don't be ridiculous! - Gentlemen, please.
If we can just, um, talk about this for a minute.
- Mr. Marshall, this is Raymond Fisher.
He flew in from France to meet with you,
after your frantic phone call!
- Hey, Liam?
I'm really sorry about this. I truly am.
Please, if you just lower your weapon, I'd be happy
to discuss the situation with you.
I mean, I'm just playing a little bit
of catch up here myself.
You heard about what happened in Paris.
- There's nothing to discuss!
- Fair enough.
How about Travis goes in to take a look
and see if the doc's okay?
Would you allow him to do that, at least?
I'm sure you don't want anybody dying in your home.
- I'll bring the body out here,
and then you're gonna drive off
and don't you ever come back.
Are we clear?
- Yes, sir. We're clear.
I just wanna make sure everybody's okay.
- I oughta shoot you, right where you stand.
- We all know you aren't gonna do that, Liam.
- [Liam] Oh?
- The doctor was brought in by a third-party agency.
- An agency that you paid, no doubt.
- Well, I pay a lot of people, Mr. Marshall, but,
believe me, the company will be upended by this.
You have my word.
- (scoffs) Your word?
- Okay, how about you bring the body out
and we'll take it from there?
You can go check on your wife.
- Don't talk about my wife! - All right, okay.
My apologies.
Let us just get the doctor and we'll be on our way, okay?
Yeah?
(suspenseful music continues)
(car chimes)
Beautiful place you have here.
- [Liam] Yes, it is.
- She's going to be fine.
Luckily, there wasn't anything too heavy in that needle.
- I really wish you'd reconsider our offer.
- [Liam] Not gonna happen.
- Liam, I'm a businessman.
With your military background,
I was hoping we could strike up a deal.
- I only do deals with people I trust,
and I don't trust you.
Discussion's closed.
- Travis, go to the car, please.
(Travis sighs)
(suspenseful music continues)
- I hope we don't ever see one another again.
- Oh, I think we might.
(car door slams)
- Oh?
- You see, Liam, perseverance is where the Gods dwell.
The world's not meant for children any longer.
You want to reach the promised land,
a sacrifice is necessary.
Now, surely you, of all people, should understand that.
(Raymond sighs)
You know, when the bank
takes your land and your home,
I'll just buy it off of them for a fraction of the price.
So, either way, I win. You lose.
All you're doing here is buying another couple of months.
Maybe.
Reconsider the offer.
(suspenseful music continues)
(car door slams)
(car starts)
(engine revs)
- Is everything all right?
- Everything's fine, honey.
Go back inside. I'll be in, in a minute.
(door slides closed)
(cicadas chirp)
(fork clinks and scrapes)
Not hungry?
- I'm not dead.
- I know that.
- So, are you gonna tell me what's going on,
with that doctor and those men that came here today?
- The world is in a mess right now.
The bottom line is,
we're not gonna do any deals with anyone.
All we have is us, and that's all you need to know.
- No.
So, you would rather have Dr. Tracey feed me
a bunch of fuckin' pills than you tell me the truth.
You know, I should've gone on that trip with her.
- Don't!
- God, she begged me to go. She begged me to go!
And I was the only one in the office that week.
- I said, don't do that!
- You know, and you? You should've gone.
But you have this stupid farm and you bury your head
in these mundane jobs you come up with for yourself.
- Stop it! (dark music)
You carry this regret around with you like a noose!
Our daughter is gone!
There's nothing you can do about that.
No one could know what was gonna happen!
If either of us would've been on that airplane,
the other one would be here, right now, alone,
wishing that they were dead!
Is that what you want?
There's not a day goes by that I don't see her face.
Not one!
Meteors falling from the sky!
It was
just bad luck!
That's all.
(somber music)
(chair scrapes)
(chair clunks)
(somber music continues)
(Liam breathes heavily)
(Liam slurps)
(Liam sighs) (can clatters)
(Liam sighs)
(birds chirp)
(somber music continues)
(cows bellow)
I'm...
I'm sorry, Charlotte.
(dark tones swell)
(birds chirp)
(somber piano music)
(flames roar and crackle)
(somber piano music continues)
- [Charlotte] It's so beautiful.
- What is?
(meteors roar)
(rope creaks) (somber music continues)
(ominous rumbling tones swell)
(somber piano music continues)
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- [Charlotte] Did you have another bad dream?
- I'll be right back.
(ominous orchestral music swells)
- [Mike] Mornin'!
- Not interested.
- Not even curious?
- Not in the least.
You should know that the last person
that showed up on my doorstep,
it ended very badly for them.
So, if I was you, I'd just keep on movin'.
- Are you alone?
- Fisher send you?
- Are you armed?
Let me guess. You forgot it when you came to the door.
(Liam chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
(gun thuds) (Liam groans)
(papers slap)
Sign the paper.
- I'm not signing shit!
(gun thuds) (Liam groans)
- Last chance.
- Go to hell!
- (chuckles) It really didn't have to happen like this.
(Travis chuckles)
- You try to kill my wife,
and then you want me to do business with you?
- You've seen the latest impacts
are coming closer together now.
Faster, all over the world.
Mr. Fisher needs this land,
and he won't take no for an answer.
Sign the fucking papers.
Um, pretend your life depends on it?
(Liam chuckles)
- You really think I give a about my life?
Look around.
- Your wife's, then.
Or maybe the memory of your daughter.
She was vaporized in New York.
Yeah?
Get him up.
It doesn't need to happen this way.
Take the deal. Sign it.
If you don't sign those papers, I will kill your wife.
And if you go to the police, I will wait you out,
and then maybe one day your house explodes.
I know that propane tank's half full.
Or maybe you watch, as your wife drowns in that pond.
(pen scribbles)
(Liam breathes heavily)
I hope you read the fine print.
- Fine print?
- Mr. Fisher isn't offering you any money.
Instead, you get to keep your life, for now.
We'll see you later, Liam. (chuckles)
Pack your shit up and get off Mr. Fisher's land.
Trespassers will be shot.
- You son of a bitch!
(fist thuds) (Liam groans)
(dark orchestral music)
- Liam!
(Liam pants and wheezes)
(Liam grunts)
(Liam pants and wheezes)
(dark music)
Let me see.
(Liam groans)
It's turning black.
(Liam groans)
- You okay?
- I was about to ask you the same thing.
So, who were they?
And don't insult me.
(Liam groans)
- Raymond Fisher.
Billionaire land developer.
He wants the land to build a camp
for the survivors of the meteors.
- How much does he want?
- Nothin'.
Those were his dogs.
If we don't leave voluntarily,
he says that they're gonna hurt us.
- Well, what should we do?
Should we call someone? The police?
- It's pointless.
And with everything that's going on right now,
who would care about us?
- So, you're just gonna let him take our home?
- I didn't say that.
- Then what're you gonna do about it?
Liam? - I don't know, Charlotte!
Just let me think!
(Liam groans)
- We could call Davis.
- I'm not gonna do that. - Well, why the hell not?
- Your brother's got more important things to be doing.
- Okay, so this is about you and your pride.
Liam, this is our home.
You promised to never let anyone take it from us.
- That was a long time ago.
- Was it a long time ago?
You may think I'm stuck in some kind of cocoon
because of all the fuckin' pills, but I do hear everything.
- We'll let the bank take the ranch.
- Then we let the bank take the ranch.
That I can handle, but this?
I'm calling Davis.
Put that on your eye.
(birds chirp)
(brooding piano music)
(Davis sighs)
(gun fires rapidly)
(Davis breathes heavily)
- [Liam] Thought I recognized that sound.
- Didn't know I had one
- Consecutive rounds.
Short burst.
- Yeah.
Way I see it, why waste time
and give your enemy a chance to kill you first?
(bottles clink)
My sis told me you took a beating.
- (sighs) Yeah.
- Ain't you a little old to be picking fights?
- It's not like I was in a bar.
- Well, what was it then?
Charlotte says you were in a bad way.
Liam.
How long have I known you?
- They're after the land.
- Who?
- Fisher Industries. You know 'em?
- Yeah, I know 'em.
What's he offering you?
- Nothing.
- Nothin'.
I don't understand.
- I signed the papers in exchange
for Charlotte and I to not be harmed.
- Yeah.
(gun fires rapidly)
You know I love you, right?
But how did you get to be so stupid?
- I was thinking about your sister!
- Don't bullshit me.
You've been to Burma.
So, what're you gonna do?
- Try to reason with him.
If not, try begging for the land.
- Raymond Fisher
is a dangerous man.
He's smart, too.
Even if you survive the first wave
of whoever he sends up here, he's got the connections
and money to keep sending people after you.
I've got deployment in three days.
More meteors are coming.
Asia.
South Africa.
Like hell, sleet, rain.
They're just handing it out.
- I know, but I'm not asking for that.
- Yes, you are.
You got a gun?
- I do.
- That's good. Still remember how to shoot it?
Show me.
Go on. (chuckles)
No way I'm leaving here without knowing
you still know how to shoot.
(bottle clinks)
(gun fires rapidly)
Good.
I got a few spare arms in the truck. Clean.
No numbers.
That is in case you need to shoot something
other than a paper target.
(Liam chuckles)
You know...
God doesn't want us here anymore, Liam.
That's what this is all about.
He's systematically wiping us off the face of his earth.
Like the Mayans and Babylonians.
We're just the next cog in the wheel of perpetual fuck-ups.
- I'm afraid you're right.
- Well, let me get these things out of the truck.
Hey, when you were in the Corps at Burma,
whatever happened to that militant group you were after?
- They fled into the rainforest
when we touched down in Rangoon.
16 of us, heavy armed, split into small teams.
Communicated through short wave radio.
- Yeah.
How long did it take you to find 'em?
- A week. - Yeah.
How'd you do it?
- Burned the forest down.
(Davis clicks his tongue)
(hand pats)
(birds chirp)
- [Charlotte] Thank you.
Did you get enough to eat?
- Yeah.
- Good.
What happens if you die?
(somber music)
- We're all gonna die, sweetheart.
- That's not what I meant.
- Davis will come take care of you.
- But what if they kill me too?
- I, I...
Just don't know.
Just like I don't know a lot of things.
I don't know how to be rich.
I don't know how to be loved.
I don't know how to walk away from things
that don't need me any longer.
I don't know what's gonna happen to me, you.
Anybody, for that matter.
I don't know what to say to you.
We could both die.
Yeah.
And I would've never learned
the things that were worth knowing.
But what I do know is that if we both die,
that we can be a family again.
All of us.
That what you want to hear?
All this grief?
All this, this fear of dying that you have inside of you?
Maybe it's just a result of me not allowing you
to really live!
- But that isn't true.
That's not true.
- My mother once told me
that if I don't carve my name into something that lives,
someone else will do it for me.
On my tombstone.
- [Charlotte] I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.
(muffled air-raid siren wails)
Come on, come on, come on.
- [Anchor] Breaking news now out of the United Kingdom.
Several large meteors have struck London
and the surrounding areas.
British leaders have been evacuated to a secure location.
- Shit!
- [Anchor] With remaining government officials
using local broadcast networks
to urge citizens in the effect-
- They had no warning.
- [Anchor] That have not yet fled the country, to shelter-
- The sirens. - With their loved ones.
- Could mean that there's gonna be an impact.
Go to the bedroom and stay away from the windows.
Now!
- So, what're you gonna do when they come back?
- [Anchor] On the damage sustained to the area.
- Whatever I have to. I promise.
Okay? Now, go on.
- [Anchor] NASA predicts more meteor strikes are looming.
As for England, death tolls have yet to be released,
but speculation is that the number
could be upwards of tens of thousands.
Stay tuned to this station for more late breaking news
on the meteor disaster happening now in London.
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
(Liam sighs)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Liam sighs)
(meteors roar)
(meteor thumps)
(Liam gasps)
(Liam sighs)
(muffled car approaches)
(muffled car door opens)
(muffled car door slams)
(birds chirp) (suspenseful music continues)
(car chimes)
(car hood clicks)
(suspenseful music continues)
(component clacks)
(car hood clicks)
(helicopter blades whir)
(ominous music)
(fly unzips)
(urine splashes)
- Stay right there!
Don't turn around.
You call out, I'll blow your head off.
Nod your head if you can understand me.
Take your pistol out.
- What pistol? (fly zips)
- [Liam] It's not a question.
- [Mike] You happy?
- Toss it on the grass over there.
(gun thuds)
Put your hands on your head.
Turn around.
Keep 'em where I can see 'em at all times.
(hand pats) (Mike chuckles)
- You can at least buy me a drink first.
- Shut up!
(tense music)
(distant gun fires)
(Mike and Liam grunt)
(fist thuds)
(gun thuds)
(Mike pants)
(Mike grunts)
(Mike chokes) (tense music continues)
(Mike groans) (Liam grunts)
(Liam yells)
(knee thuds) (Mike groans)
(Mike pants) (tense music continues)
You tell Raymond Fisher this is my land!
- No, no, no. (gun fires)
(body thumps)
(Liam pants)
(tense music continues)
(door creaks)
(glass shatters)
(suspenseful music)
(door slams)
(door creaks)
(door closes)
(gun cocks)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door opens)
- You must be shy.
(Liam pants)
Mr. Marshall, I'll shoot her in the spine.
Even if she lives, she'll never walk another day.
Lower your weapon.
Now!
Throw it away.
(gun thuds)
Get on your knees.
(Liam groans)
- I'm sorry.
- Liam, I just wanted-
- Shut up!
Both of you!
Get down.
You stupid old man.
You could've walked away with a fortune!
But here we are.
I'm sure your daughter would be very proud.
- Liam!
- Charlotte?
Charlotte, honey, look at me!
Look at me!
You're gonna be fine.
(gun fires rapidly)
(body thumps)
(gun fires rapidly)
- Looks like I got here in the nick of time.
You okay, sis? - Yeah.
- Yeah, I think so.
- Davis, I thought you were shipping out?
- Well, after we talked,
I thought I might stick around for a bit.
Good thing too, though.
- Thank you.
- Anything for my sis.
This body needs to be moved. I'll do it.
You two get inside and get cleaned up
and leave the rifle here.
I got it.
- All right.
(meteors roar) (dark music)
(birds chirp)
(clock ticks rhythmically)
- Will he be returning anytime soon?
- What's the rush?
- What do you mean?
- Well, he just might kill you when he shows up.
- Please sit.
Have you taken your pills yet today?
- Yes.
- Good.
Wonder if you'll go in the back for just a little bit
and let me visit with Mr. Fisher privately?
- Sure.
Good luck.
(hands clap)
- I came to talk.
- I know why you came.
Someone missing in your life, as of late?
- What do you propose?
- First.
Benzodiazepine.
You've heard of it?
Lifetime supply, delivered monthly,
as long as my wife is alive.
Secondly.
You're gonna buy this land and the house,
for double your initial offer.
Once you sign the papers,
you're gonna put it in a deed trust in my name.
And with all transparency, this deal is non-negotiable.
- Would you consider a counter offer?
- I would not.
- Hm.
Okay.
- You can have the pills delivered to our doctor,
who is in New York.
You can use one of your fancy planes
to fly her back here, where she belongs.
This is the address to my bank.
You will meet me there in the morning,
to do all the paperwork and transfer the funds.
If you don't show up,
I will expose you for who you really are.
A thief, profiting off of other people's tragedies.
- Sounds good.
- Keep walking!
There's nothing else to say.
(gentle piano music)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(Liam sighs)
(birds chirp) (gentle music continues)
(fishing reel whirs)
- Are you catching anything?
- [Liam] Not yet.
- Wow.
(Charlotte sighs)
I'm gonna hang out here with you.
(gentle music continues)
Look.
(meteors roar)
(fishing reel clicks)
(knife scrapes)
(gentle music continues)
(dark music)