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(ominous music)
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(machine whirling)
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(metal clanking)
(grass crunching)
(birds cawing)
(wind rustling)
(grass crunching)
(wind rustling)
(explosion bangs)
(tense suspenseful music)
(explosion bangs)
(person screaming)
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(grass crunching)
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(birds cawing)
(tense dramatic music)
- Alright.
Let's see what you've got then.
(Milo coughing)
- Did you kidnap me?
- Kidnap? No.
Where's the fuel and where's the others?
- Am I dead?
- I don't think you heard me.
I said where's the others?
- Um,
my parents, I, I don't know.
I'm, I'm not sure.
- I just want a diesel. - Diesel?
- Don't play dumb.
I'm not fucking stupid!
You've already ransacked the place.
- Can, can you take me home or to to see someone?
- Have you hit your head?
- I was playing a game.
- It sounds like you've got concussion.
What's the last thing you remember?
- We were going somewhere
on a plane, I think.
- It's all gone.
- What no game?
No, no, I saved it.
- The government, society, everything.
This is all that's left.
- You mean like zombie stuff?
- No, not zombie stuff.
Just collapse.
Jesus Christ, it's been years.
- How many years?
Did I miss my 10th birthday?
- Oh, I think you missed more than that.
You're not a kid, mate.
- Captain Buttons is here.
- Look, I've gotta go.
Look after yourself.
Get your head sorted out.
(bell chimes)
(soft music)
(bell chimes) (soft music)
(utensils clanking)
(soft music)
(footsteps thudding)
- Move quicker.
(footsteps thudding)
Come on.
(footsteps thudding)
- You can off with that attitude.
- Look, if you don't wanna come,
go back.
- He's got a point.
We dunno what we're heading into.
Do you really think it's good idea?
- Anything could be out there waiting for us.
- Yeah.
Not to mention lack of food, water, shelter
and this dickhead in the cycle
hasn't thought any of it through us.
- Just why we're just taking a look.
We'll be back before anyone even notices.
We're being lied to.
You can't tell me you haven't thought the same thing, Maddy.
- Ah, been strange recently.
That doesn't necessarily mean it's unsafe out there.
- I agree,
but Leroy is right too.
Maybe you should all just have a think
and we come up with a solution that we're all happy with.
- Oh, fuck off you twit.
- Boy, he was agreeing with us.
- Are we doing this or am I going by myself?
- We need more time to think it through.
- The more time you think about it,
the more chance there is of us being caught.
- Doesn't that mean it's a bad idea then?
- Yeah, maybe if you are a better fucking plans
instead of leading us all to certain death,
we may be less hesitant.
- Well, I don't see you coming up with anything.
- Stop talking.
- I can hear someone.
- Oh no, no, please continue.
You shall be very interested
in what you've been discussing team.
- Shit.
(bell chimes)
- Come on, what is it with you all?
You act as though I'm detaining you here against your will.
- Because you are.
- Leroy.
You seem to be the most passionate
about this little mission.
I can assume it was your idea.
- As I said,
refusing to let anyone leave
is detaining them against their will.
- Trying to open the gates
endangers everybody in this building.
- Are we seriously getting a safety lecture by the guy
who patrols the corridor spinning a gun around his finger?
- You won't be joking about it when I use it.
- Look, I'm very happy for you all to leave.
I just need you to be aware of the dangers out there
before you go because if you do
and as I'm sure you're all aware,
we can't let you back in.
- Why not?
- Well, in case, we bring back any diseases
or germs that we don't have medical supplies for.
- Exactly right Alison,
and that's just the tip of the iceberg.
What if others influenced you to steal from us
or you are unwittingly followed,
revealing everything we have here to the outside threats.
Do you think we can defend ourselves?
- You won't even let us go outside
and you let Mitch in and out all the time.
What gives?
- Well, Mitch does have training.
- Oh, shut up you wank!
- What is your problem besides throwing insults around?
It's not helping anyone, is it?
None of this is helping.
None of it.
Come to think of it.
Who the put Faulkner in charge
and why is Leroy heading up the fucking great escape?
It's all a massive waste of fucking time.
Going to my room.
Do top button up teach.
- I only meant that
Mitch does have military training,
so he does know what he's doing out there.
- We know. Just ignore him.
- I don't like him anymore than you do,
but he does make a good point.
Why are we listening to Faulkner?
You were our teacher years ago
and now suddenly that means you're in charge of us
because Jones is missing.
What's the deal with that?
- It's called the chain of command.
- Jones did a good job while he was here,
but he was not fit for purpose towards the end.
Do you think he's found a better place outside the gates?
No. (chuckles)
I'm sorry, no.
His mind was gone.
I only stepped up
for the benefit of everyone in this building.
- God, you sound just like a teacher all over again.
Someone gets an inch of power
and suddenly they think they're God.
You know, if Seb didn't have that gun,
- I don't need that gun to do with you.
- Do you know what I think we're done here.
You can all do what you want.
Go back to your rooms for all I care.
Except for you, Leroy.
I think we need to talk a little bit more.
I think this needs to come to an end
right now.
- Hey, so how did all this happen then?
The zombie apocalypse and everything.
- It's not a zombie apocalypse.
- And what?
What happened?
- It's just a general collapse of society
under his own weight.
- Yeah, zombies.
- Not zombies.
- And what caused it?
- I don't want to talk about it.
Look, I travel alone
unless you can take me to an airtight seal container
full of diesel then and piss off.
- I'm hungry.
- I don't care.
Piss off.
Don't touch my stuff.
What you doing?
- I'm not touching you. - Stop.
- I'm not touching you.
- Oh, you're such a kid.
So are we looking for this diesel or what?
- Now you may as well help me.
- Okay, yeah, yeah, we can help you.
- We?
- Yeah, yeah.
Me and Captain Buttons.
- Oh, of course, the teddy bear.
- I'll look over here.
(wood thuds)
No, there's nothing under here.
(rock thuds)
(tense suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
(tense suspenseful music)
Hello.
- Jesus Christ.
- Reed, did you know these pipes
go all the way down?
- Why'd you wear that bloody mask?
- There is no diesel up here.
- Unfucking believable.
Idiot.
(birds cawing)
(fire crackling)
- Did you learn like how to light fires and stuff?
- I learned how to survive, yeah.
- What's in the bag and why did you hide it?
- It's none of your business what's in the bag.
And I hid it because like I say,
I've learned how to survive.
There's a lot of bad people out there
that will kill you at a moment's notice.
Especially if you've got food and supplies.
If you've got nothing,
they'll leave you alone.
- Bad people.
What sort of bad people?
- Savages.
You best avoid at all costs.
- Zombies.
- What'd you say?
- Nothing.
We'll find the zombies later.
- I can hear you say zombies.
- I'm just saying there might be a zombie around
and you might not know.
- I, I think I would know if there were zombies around.
- How would you know if there was a zombie around
if you've never seen one?
- Because...
Wait, that doesn't even make any sense.
- Neither does a zombie.
It's dead but it moves.
- You're getting on my nerves now.
There are no zombies.
Understand?
- Look, what's your name?
- Milo.
Listen, you know almost everything's gone, right?
Everything you've ever had is all gone.
- I guess so.
- What I'm having trouble trying to understand
is why you're not more upset.
If it's true what you're saying
that you can't remember anything before the collapse.
Why are you not asking about your family,
your friends, your, your home even.
- I don't really remember much
before the collapse either.
Just me.
Well, me and Buttons.
Oh, and
this,
I found it in my bag.
It won't turn on.
- Oh, yeah, the batteries are probably long corroded.
If it's got direct inputs,
you could always use the generator to power it up.
Be a waste of resources.
You're not using more fuel,
you're not using my generator for that matter.
- So I won't be able to play it again.
- Not unless you find a hand held wind up dynamo.
Little, little gadget for pairing up
small appliances like radios and stuff.
- You seem to know a lot about this sort of stuff.
Are you like some sort of scientist?
- Not a scientist? No.
- Are you gonna tell me anything
like how all this happened or how long it's been?
- I don't wanna talk about it.
- You brought it up.
I just wanna know how old I am.
- I didn't take notes of dates and times.
Nobody did.
We had more important things to worry about.
Like, like not dying.
I'm having my dinner.
- Oh, what is that?
- There's nothing for you,
I'm not feeding you.
- You realize there's no label on that tin.
- Well, that's the best part.
It's a surprise.
- Well, I suppose I can find some food
when we go out tomorrow.
- There is no tomorrow.
Not, not for us.
Soon as I've got find some diesel,
I need to change my plans that don't include you.
I'm not having you fucking that all up.
- You swore.
- Just another reason why I don't want you here.
- Okay, well,
I'll, I'll, I'll leave you alone then.
- Milo,
take this.
It's clean.
Don't waste it.
(fire crackles)
(crowd chattering)
- [Tim] Guess I overslept.
- Yeah.
- Allison's on watch and Liam's out on the allotment.
- Same shit, different date.
- Where's Leroy?
- I haven't seen him yet.
- Good.
Take some of the pressure off me anyway.
Says right really for what he did yesterday
leading us into the fucking abyss blindly like that.
- Do you always have to be such a dick towards people?
- Yeah, most of the time.
- Up late after yesterday.
Seb won't be happy with you.
- Oh no.
What am I gonna do?
Knowing Seb isn't happy with me.
Anyway your precious Leroy isn't up either.
- Actually he was the first up this morning.
- Really?
I haven't seen him at all.
- He went to work in the gardens with Seb.
- Mm. I've been out on the grounds all morning.
Leroy wasn't there.
- Oh, sounds like he's fobbed you all off
to do his chores for him.
- Seb's probably just put him on something else.
Maybe he's being punished for yesterday or something.
- Liam, have you seen Leroy this morning?
- No. Why?
- He's missing?
- No, hang on, he's not missing.
We just don't know where he is.
- I'm pretty sure that's the definition of missing.
- Yeah, if we knew where he was,
he wouldn't be missing then would he?
- Oh, actually,
I think I did see him heading towards the gate earlier.
- I guess he did do a runner after all.
- Stop jumping to conclusions.
Yesterday was already enough of a disruption.
Can we just settle back down please?
- Yeah, but we can't just ignore this.
First Jones is gone and now Leroy too.
- If he wanted to leave he would've just left.
We're not prisoners, remember?
It's safe here.
That's the whole point.
- I assume you all know why you are here.
- Stand up straight,
you're still working remember that.
- This is full on prison now, isn't it?
- It's just getting manners really.
- Your attempt at leaving the grounds yesterday
could have led to the unthinkable.
Be it your fault or not.
- Where's Leroy?
- Leroy is no longer with us.
He was insistent on leaving and so I let him go.
But you all need to know that gate is a one-way ticket
and with such reckless behavior comes harsh consequences.
There'll be no food or supply runs from Mitch this week.
- With what?
- What? That doesn't make sense.
What does yesterday have to do with food supply?
And Mitch is in and out every week.
So what's different?
- Mitch tells me the gate
has been watched from the outside since Leroy left.
So for safety reasons,
he is not running anymore errands.
It stays locked.
That's for food.
We're struggling enough with the allotments as it is.
In the best interest of the community,
you are the ones to suffer.
- But you can't be serious.
- Well, these gates and walls
can only protect us for so long.
Let's not give outsiders any reason to want in.
- None of you treat this place properly.
You take advantage of the safe haven that it is
and you all need to learn how to behave properly again.
So starting from now,
chores will be done on time,
schedules will be adhered to
and you all learn some fucking respect.
- Thank you, Seb. Yes.
And if the rules are not adhere
to you will be invited to leave.
- Oh, fuck.
Do you not see the fucking irony?
That's exactly what we were trying to do.
Leave.
Before for you and your fucking monkey boy here
with a gun decided to get in the way.
- Say that again, I dare you.
- Well, hang on Tim,
you're against the idea from the beginning.
- That's not the fucking point I'm trying to make, is it?
What I'm saying is it doesn't make any fucking sense.
He's threatening to kick us out
for trying to leave
when that's the very thing
we were trying to do in the fucking first place.
It doesn't make any fucking sense.
Why can't you fucking see that?
- Stop stirring trouble for once in your life.
Look, Leroy is gone.
Alright, it's over.
There's nothing left to say.
- Is no one the least bit concerned about Leroy?
- Can you just stop saying that?
He's gone.
He's gone forever like he said
and he is not coming back.
- We've got a good thing going here.
Let's not ruin it because Leroy
and Tim are trying to sabotage everything.
- Oh fucking Jesus, man.
Your priorities change
like the flip of a fucking coin.
In that sentence you just said that I am the one
that was against leaving in the first place
yet now I'm the one that's sabotaging everything.
Which one is it?
A or B? Hmm.
- I'm just trying to keep the peace.
- But no, I know exactly what you are trying to do,
you piece of fucking shit.
You are manipulating everyone
and everything to make sure
that without fail it goes your fucking way.
It's what you've done from the very
fucking minute that this happened.
- You might wanna calm down, Tim.
Or you end up the same way as Leroy.
- And which way did Leroy go exactly?
- You can piss off Seb with your empty fucking threats,
you fucking coward.
Withholding the food from us,
the food that we've done all the fucking work to get.
Meanwhile, this little fucking prick
sits in his room,
stuffing his fucking mouth with its breathing fucking.
- Enough.
Tim, please go to your room.
You are no use to us in this situation.
- Right away.
Sir.
- Why did you go for your gun?
- What?
- You have your gun in your hand.
What were you gonna do?
- Maddy, he wasn't gonna actually use it.
Just a deterrent, right?
- Yeah, of course, of course.
Seb knows the rules.
- I think I speak for everyone
when I say we're sorry for the problems we've caused,
and it won't happen again.
- See that it doesn't.
- Good morning.
Good morning, Buttons.
(birds cawing)
Where did all the people go?
(birds cawing)
(gentle music)
♪ Fading echos in the empty air ♪
♪ Shadows in the meadows there ♪
♪ Memories trip back rain from stone ♪
♪ The quiet world where I belong ♪
♪ Pictures flicker on the broken screen ♪
♪ Familiar faces in the forgotten scenes ♪
♪ Whispers lost in the hallow tide ♪
♪ The pastel knocks but I can't hide ♪
♪ Will stars align for me ♪
♪ Tonight and the stars will I find ♪
♪ The light in the cracks of silence out plans to see ♪
♪ The quiet home ♪
♪ For what I need ♪
- What did we do wrong, Buttons?
If Reed wants diesel,
then why didn't he just come here?
Look, I mean you just pick up
one of these and then.
Huh?
We need more ideas, Buttons.
We need food and a dynamo.
Well, I can see something up ahead.
I don't believe Reed.
Zombies have definitely been in here,
but it's good that they don't eat burgers.
Just brains.
You're okay, Buttons, you don't have any brains.
Do we drink this?
I don't mean you're not clever.
I just mean you don't have brains like me
and Reed have brains.
Ah! No way.
I'm gonna have to eat your share Buttons.
I'm bigger now.
And Reed said food should be priority.
I know what you're thinking
and we're not allowed to follow him.
We have to find new friends.
(gentle music)
(birds cawing)
(footsteps thudding)
- Come on out, survivalist.
I'd like to introduce myself.
(dramatic music)
You're wise to be traveling light,
but it won't help you.
Not in this case.
- What do you want?
There's nothing of value here.
You're wasting your time.
- We're all wasting our time.
All we have left is who wins.
I've been following you.
- If that's true,
you know, I haven't got any diesel
and even if I did,
you can be damn sure I wouldn't just hand it over.
- The idea that situation would even be remotely
within your control is outrageous.
- No, what is outrageous is that outfit you're wearing.
What is it where you people wearing masks?
- We all became what we needed to be to survive.
You, the wise and hardened survivalist.
Who were you in a previous life?
- I was an accountant
as it happens.
- Skills that are fundamentally useless
when it comes down to brass tax
and yet you outlived all those highly trained souls
who have succumbed to nothing more than ash in the ground.
It's not survival of the fittest,
it's survival of those most able to adapt.
And we've adapted, haven't we?
- It's not come without its sacrifices.
But
yes.
- Your journey is undoubtedly inspiring,
but here it comes to an end.
(intense action music)
- Ugh!
(intense action music)
(tense upbeat music)
(suspenseful music)
(dynamite thuds)
(loud bangs)
- Wow, Reed did you see that?
- Get down.
- Why? What are we doing?
Who is that, man?
- Be quiet.
- Milo.
- Do you know me?
- Where did you go?
There was no signal.
- You know this maniac?
- Look, Mr. Gasmask wearing, man,
I don't remember much of anything lately.
- It's true.
He doesn't remember anything.
He fell on his head.
He's not all there.
Look, if you don't shoot either of us,
we can come out, we can talk.
Just put down your weapon first.
- You greatly overestimate the value of your bargain.
- Hey, if you really know me.
Tell me something about myself.
- You carry with you a bag.
A bag of moments from a former life,
as do I.
- Huh! He knows about Buttons.
- Well, that's just fantastic information, Milo.
We can bond over teddy bears
while he is sprouting our guts out with bullets.
- I prefer not to waste good bullets.
I only have four left.
- Did you hear that?
He's only got four bullets.
How many bullets can you take before you die?
- None.
- I'm not letting him shoot us.
And it's say us, I said you.
It's only four.
That's like one more than three.
- Look, this guy seems to know you.
Talk to him.
Try and find out what.
(gun fires)
Run!
- Where to?
- The school.
- School.
(footsteps thudding)
(door knocking)
(footsteps thudding)
- I do hope you understand why this all must be done.
The food restrictions and all.
- Do you really care what anyone here thinks?
- I am not interested in winning a popularity contest.
You know there was a time, Maddy,
when you were on track to help run this place with us.
What happened to all that, hmm?
Seb could use a helping hand,
couldn't you, Seb?
You can't be everywhere at once.
Must take its toll on you.
- Does get hard at times, sure.
- So how about it?
- Mm, I'd rather not spend my days
barking orders at everyone
if it's all the same to you.
Just pretend not here.
- Maddy, Maddy, Maddy.
This attitude you're channeling about this place.
I don't think it's a real you.
I think you are reflecting your peer's influence.
You change your attitude and I can guarantee you
and everyone else here a pleasant and peaceful life.
All we have to do is work together.
- Why don't you ask Allison?
She seems keen on the rules.
- You just think about it.
We're all just trying to do our best. (laughs)
- You know, I don't believe any of this crap.
- That's up to you.
You're gonna be the one who suffers, not me.
- Yeah. What was that about you needing help?
You'd be pissed off if anyone else was in charge.
- True, but he doesn't know that.
And I knew exactly what you'd say.
- Maybe I'd change my mind.
- Maybe I'd make your friends' lives even worse.
What's left of them anyway?
They all seem to be running out.
- As if you could treat people worse than you already do.
- Oh yes, I can.
Hard labor, double shifts, working in the heat
from sunrise to sunset, till their backs break.
Maybe I'll chuck in a night shift
or two in the freezing cold
and if they can't work,
I'll make their lives even worse.
Less food day by day.
Just enough to survive in this hell
that you created for them.
So it's your choice.
- People would start to see you for what you are.
- Your changes coming.
So better get used to it.
(footsteps thudding)
Where are you going in a hurry?
- What's the point of a break
If I can't eat any food?
Back to the grind I say, I can't wait.
(keys jingling)
(Frank breathing loudly)
- Your ambush caused me a great inconvenience.
Although your arrival has sparked within me
a new idea that I'd like to discuss with your people.
I have heard your particular cultivation
is sworn to a solemn vowel of perpetual silence.
Believing that such an oath can save humanity.
An odd tradition to adopt
and herein lies my first dilemma.
I need to know where your friends are
and you won't talk,
which makes you and your voice for that matter redundant.
(prisoner gasps)
Perhaps your friend will be more open to speaking with me.
(suspenseful music)
- What are these?
- They're matches.
They're rare as rock,
just hard to come by.
Here.
You're lucky I'm in a sharing mood.
Take them for later.
Keep them safe.
Don't you light it.
- I wasn't going to.
- Seriously, don't you waste it.
- I wasn't gonna light it.
- Good. Don't.
- I wasn't going to.
But now that you're telling me not to,
I'm thinking maybe I should.
- You're impossible, you know that.
- Oh, what's that?
- Stinging nettles.
Just about the only food that's still in abundance.
Got you a bag too.
Enjoy.
- I don't like green food.
- You've never tried it.
- Don't need to try it.
It's green.
- How do you know you don't like it
if you've never tasted it before?
- I bet it tastes leafy.
- Okay, well, you've got me there.
Fine.
If you don't want it, don't have it.
You can starve.
- Oh, I think I'll be okay.
- Is that what I think it is?
- Oh, you wouldn't be interested in this.
Go back to your nasty leaves.
- Surely, it's gone off.
- I thought so too,
but I stirred it and it seems to taste okay.
- Eat your nettles first.
- No.
- Seriously.
Eat your damn stinging in it.
- No.
(footsteps thudding)
- Wait there.
(suspenseful music)
(tense suspenseful music)
- What do you want?
- Where's the zombies?
- Not now, Milo.
- I'm trying to find out
why he's been following us
when we haven't got anything.
- Speak for yourself.
You can share your leaves.
- He can't talk.
- He's part of a cult.
- Why can't he speak?
- You don't wanna know.
Write it down on there.
- I'm gonna go eat my honey.
- Revenge.
I haven't done anything to you.
(suspenseful music)
- Ugh! (dramatic music)
- Reed.
Reed!
Reed! Where are you going?
- I can't believe I didn't figure it out before now.
I used to hear stories
that you're the most cruel, evil men in this area
who used to torture and terrorize their victims
with nothing off limits.
- What does that have to do with me?
- They both wore masks.
Now I felt sorry for you having amnesia
suddenly being exposed to a world like this.
But now I know you are just as bad as the people
that course the collapsed to start with.
Stay away from me.
(birds chirping)
- You asked me why I wear this mask?
It's because the last time I saw myself,
I was a kid.
Now I'm scared the next time I take it off
it'll be some old guy looking back at me
I don't recognize.
I dunno who that person is
because I'm not him.
(footsteps thudding)
(tense suspenseful music)
- Ah!
Ah!
Ugh!
(fist thuds)
(Frank grunting)
(ax smacking)
Ah!
- I've killed many of you over time.
Most of you wish me dead in justice
for your fallen comrades.
What if I could offer you something more?
There is a place
we've all seen it.
The high walls, iron gates,
a school,
a barricaded utopia of sorts.
For years they've hoarded supplies
and resources whilst we suffer
and wither to the decay of a desolate land.
In light of recent events,
I believe the gates can be breached.
All I need are a few volunteers.
(tense suspenseful music)
(Faulkner faintly speaking)
- It's dangerous.
Everything we're doing,
but it will pay off in the end.
You understand that don't you?
- I do.
What am I supposed to do if everyone finds out?
Shoot them all.
- Well, find out about Jones.
He had his time in charge
and look where it got us living in squalor,
having to farm whilst relying on the scrap
that Mitch brings in.
This is no life.
Jones had to go.
- I know.
I just think maybe you would've seen reason
and step aside.
We didn't have to.
- You're not doubting what we did, are you?
- Of course, not.
Not me. I'm all in.
Just think maybe there was another way.
- Seb, I need to know you are fully committed to the plan
because if you are not,
that means you're one of them.
You are just a resource rather than a proprietor.
The decision is yours.
- I am.
I'm committed.
I'll do whatever you need. - Good.
I expect nothing less
nor fail to reward.
Seb, how long has it been since you've had meat?
- I dunno.
Well,
I can't remember.
- With great sacrifice comes great reward.
- Thank you.
(door rattles)
(footsteps thudding)
(door thuds)
- I don't think any of us are safe here anymore.
- Not more problems.
Can we just get back to normal, please.
- Jones didn't leave.
He's gone because of Faulkner.
He did something to him.
I dunno what exactly,
but he did,
and it was all planned.
- Where did you even hear this?
- I've heard them talking about it in the other room
and whatever they did to Jones
they probably did to Leroy too.
- I don't believe you.
- What do you mean?
You don't believe me?
I, I, I'm telling you
I heard coming out of their own mouths.
- No, you are just upset because Leroy left
and now you are all looking for any excuse
to go out and find him.
- No, no, that's not it.
I think he's dead.
- Yeah, he is.
Finally something we can agree on,
but that's not because of this place.
That's because he went out there on his own like a fool.
And the way that you're acting,
you're gonna put us all in the same position.
(dramatic music)
- This place looks big.
- The school's quite fortunate.
It's surrounded by an old medieval wall.
(dramatic music)
- Well, I'll be damned.
That's a face I've not seen in a while.
- Good to see you too, Mitch.
- I thought you'd be dead.
- No, I've had a few run-ins
but nothing I couldn't handle.
Anyway, I'm not here to chat.
I need supplies.
- That's a big ask, Reed.
Supplies are running low all over.
You should see the list of things they asked me to find.
- That's why I'm here to trade.
- Faulkner will not let you in
and I'd get shot if I did.
- Faulkner? (chuckles)
What about Jones?
Is he still not in charge?
Not for a while.
He disappeared a while back
and no one really knows why.
We just thought he had enough and left.
Have you seen him?
- No, but then I tend to keep myself to myself.
Look, let me talk to Faulkner.
He won't let you in.
- He's gonna want to hear this.
Trust me.
- Oh, don't worry about him.
He just looks shit scared, that's all.
This isn't your everyday opportunity.
I'll give you that,
but it still leaves me with a problem.
- The diesel you mean?
- Oh, it's all well and good,
you offering your generator to us,
but without fuel it's no use to anyone.
There's still plenty of fuel about.
- You said to yourself to be viable.
It needs to be chemically treated
and stored in an airtight container.
Hardly an easy thing to find.
I'll happily take it off your hands,
but there's not much I can give in return.
- It is difficult to come by the sort of thing
that you find in military basis and aircraft hangers
and that sort of,
a bit like the aircraft place
just a few minutes away from us.
- I don't understand.
What are you implying?
- I know you have Mitch running around
for you scavenging up whatever he can.
- What's your point, Reed?
- I know you have the fuel.
My guess is that you've kept it here for years on end
because you realize that without an engine,
a working engine that's well-maintained,
a bit like mine,
it's practically useless.
- You have me there.
So yes, we do need your generator.
Other question is,
what is it you want from me?
- Safety for myself in the meantime,
for Milo permanently,
and when things are settled down outside,
I make my way back
and you can give me some provisions
to help me on my way.
Nothing much.
A few seeds,
bandages,
knives,
painkillers.
- Well, that still leaves me with the stranger
you brought in with you that I know nothing about.
- Well, you don't need to worry about Milo.
Yeah, more than paves his way and earn his keep,
which reminds me, I do need him
and Mitch to gimme a hand with the generator.
- You and I have lived long enough on our intuition, hmm.
Let's call it a deal.
(rain tapping)
- I think it's just a case of adjustment
with Faulkner in charge.
There was obviously a few changes to be made.
I mean he's still figuring it all out himself.
- Yes, but nobody put him in charge.
That's the problem.
- Yeah, but who would you rather?
- Do you want Seb to run things?
- Do you imagine that would be a nightmare.
He'd have his own chores sunrise to sunset.
- Actually I'm gonna go to sleep early, I think.
- Night then.
- Maddy, wait,
I'm, I'm sorry about how I've been acting lately.
I just really don't like change.
- It's fine.
I just wanna sleep now.
- I hope that Seb wasn't too harsh on you.
- What do you mean?
- Well, he seemed quite upset
when I told him about what you said.
- You told him what I said.
- Yeah, but,
only because I was worried.
- You're fucking nuisance to everyone you know that.
(water babbles)
(tense dramatic music)
(footsteps thudding)
What are you doing here?
- Don't fret.
We're new here.
- No one's allowed in or out, but Mitch.
- Well, that's usually the case,
but me and this place,
we go back a while.
Faulkner's made special considerations for us.
- This can't be happening.
- We're not here to cause any trouble.
We're just here for a fair trade.
That's all.
- Oh, well if that's the case,
you dunno what you're in for
and you should leave
the first chance you get.
- You're trying to scare off our guests.
Are you Maddy? - No.
Just wondering why we're breaking the rules
for two strangers
when it's one way ticket for everyone else.
- Desperate times, maybe we have to adapt.
- Yeah, when it suits you, you mean.
- Look, I know exactly what you're doing.
You think I don't see you lying
and manipulating to everyone.
If you go something to say,
you better say it now and we can end it.
- Let go of my arm, please.
(footsteps thudding)
- No one's gonna listen to you
and no one will care if you're gone.
(birds cawing)
(grass crunches)
- Okay, Buttons, Reed said
we have to be really helpful while we're here.
So we are only gonna play a few games
and then we will get to work.
- Milo.
(suspenseful music)
Milo, my old friend.
How is your head?
- I still don't remember you
and I don't think I want to.
- You're very different from the man
I knew less than three days ago.
- You can't come in, Reed said so.
- That's precisely my point, Milo.
All this conflict created by greed.
There you stand inside a fortress filled with supplies.
Enough for everyone here to start over in peace.
Yet we are forced to stay out here
and fight amongst ourselves for scraps.
- No, I saw you attack Reed.
- In the case of life and death.
Yes, I'm not proud of the things we've done,
but it was barriers like this,
which made us what we are.
Now you found a way in.
All I'm asking is that you don't shut the door behind you.
We all want the same thing, Milo.
But if you can't find it in your heart
to let us in,
then that's okay.
We'll leave peacefully.
(tense suspenseful music)
(gentle dramatic music)
(footsteps thudding)
(footsteps creaking)
- Oh, Maddy!
- What are you doing here?
- Me?
Do you have any idea what Faulkner will do
if he catches you snooping around his office?
You'll...
Well, you'll end up like the others.
- You know then?
How did you find out?
- Well, it was Seb,
just carrying something
and he was being all secretive about it.
- But you didn't see what it was.
- It was like a box of meat.
I, I thought it was something
that Mitch might have brought in like a,
like a bird or.
- And?
- Well, I wanted to be sure on what it was.
So I snuck into Seb's room,
through a hole in the roof and
I found this.
I'm sorry.
- We need to do something about this.
- I agree, but there's only one of us with a gun
and that's Seb and he's down there
twirling it around his finger,
making sure that none of us trap rats
try to get loose again.
- No, he's, he's, he's not the only one.
Mitch has one for hunting.
- Okay, I'll go meet Mitch
and me and him will take care of Seb.
Then we'll come up and meet you outside Faulkner's office.
- Be quick.
- Maddy, just be,
don't do anything stupid,
like try and confronting yourself.
You'll end up dead.
Be careful.
- Is it finished yet?
- No. You just have to be patient.
I'm not an electrician.
I'm not even sure if it's gonna work.
- You said I only did a dynamo.
- I know what I said,
but
I'm not sure what I'm doing.
It might work,
but I can't promise anything.
I've had to take this old dynamo out of a
old torch that Mitch left behind.
There's no guarantee it leaving power up that thing.
- I hope it still has my last save point.
I nearly completed it.
- One can only hope.
I wonder if I can go and find another game somewhere.
Maybe we could do more exploring outside the gate.
- Milo,
listen to me carefully.
You can't just leave this place from now on.
Faulkner is not letting people
just walk in and out as they want.
- If I run this place,
I'd let people come and go all they want.
I'd open the gates.
- And Faulkner is the keys, doesn't he?
So we just have to do as he says.
- I have one, two, three matches.
- Don't you use them near any fuel source
you'll blow yourself up.
- I wasn't going to.
(door creeks)
- Is there someone at the door?
(keys jangling)
- It's insane what you're asking me to do.
- You do know that, don't you?
- Yes.
I understand how insane it sounds,
what I'm telling you.
I found the evidence myself.
I know that you and I have never been through anything.
- Trust me.
I have seen things out there
that would turn your stomach
but never in here.
Never inside these four walls.
In here, it's as safe as it's always been.
- That's exactly what he wants us to think.
- Well, why should I trust you?
You've not exactly got the best
reputation around here, have you?
I mean if I go marching up to Faulkner's office
on the basis of some twisted fantasy you've cooked up,
I'll end up getting eggs out myself.
- I am not lying to you.
- Based on your reputation, son.
It is not happening.
- Reputation stick.
- Yes.
Reputation stick.
There's only so many times you can steal from someone
before they work out what sort of person you are.
I am out there every day
desperately trying to find medical supplies
so that we've got them when we need them.
We don't expect to have 'em stolen from the stores
because you want to go off
and some sort of little fantasy trip.
Three people suffered last month,
injuries in the field
and they suffered needlessly because of you.
I hope you know that.
(dramatic music)
- It wasn't me.
- We found the drugs under your bed.
Seb showed us them.
- Listen, it was Liam.
No, it was Liam.
Listen to me.
Liam stole the medical supplies
and hid them under my bed.
That way if he was caught,
he could easily pin the blame on me,
which is exactly what that slimy fucker did.
I didn't even bother saying otherwise.
They had already made their minds up about me.
I mean, who would trust me over him?
The wonder boy.
- You're telling the truth, aren't you?
- Yes.
(tense suspenseful music)
- Alright.
I'm not saying he's guilty.
We'll go up to Faulkner's office
and we'll get this straightened out.
- Can we bring the rifle?
- That thing.
Jesus son, it ran out of bullets years ago.
- Oh, shit.
Don't worry.
If I find out any of this is true,
I will personally make sure that Faulkner
and Seb are skinned alive
and fed to the scavengers myself.
(door rattles)
- We should be quick.
(tense dramatic music)
(Mitch body thuds)
(suspenseful music)
- What is this then exactly?
A protest.
Did Seb not given you any work
that he is doing this evening?
- Maddy just insisted that we came here.
- And you won't be seeing any more said
because I know what you did and I have proof.
- What's going on?
What you are doing here so late?
- Uh, Seb, good timing.
Maddy here was just about to tell us about something
we've done apparently.
Go on Maddy.
Let's hear it.
- You're both sick.
- Sick?
I feel fine.
- Maddy, maybe we should get off back straight
before we start anything.
- I've been paranoid ever since Leroy left.
- She just paranoid.
She's a liar and a manipulator.
She's manipulated all of you.
- You can't even look us in the eyes when you say that.
Where's the meat, Seb?
- What? There was meat?
- To Seb there was.
- It's a lie.
- Whoa, whoa.
Seb, I need you to calm down,
but don't let them get to you.
- Yeah, calm down, mate.
We're all friends.
- You did it.
You did it.
He made me do it.
- Explain what happened.
- I don't know what it was.
- What about murder?
You knew what that was.
You killed Jones and Leroy.
- You don't have to answer them.
- Shut up.
Shut up.
You just let me do it myself
instead of trying to manipulate me.
(gun fires)
(Alison screams)
- What the fuck is that for?
I'm sorry. - Just put your gun down.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm just trying to protect everyone.
And you're making me like this?
Made me sick.
You made me sick.
I don't want be sick anymore.
- No, no, no!
- I, I don't want to leave.
(gun fires)
- Liam get the gun!
(tense dramatic music)
- What the fuck is going on in this place?
- It's over.
Just as you are willing.
Let's get this.
- You are all a bunch of fucking head cases.
(glass breaking)
- They're taking the supplies.
(glass breaking) (suspenseful music)
- Get off,
all over the wall.
Let's go!
(door bangs)
- Ugh!
(glass breaking)
(masked men roars)
(fire crackles) (glass breaking)
(suspenseful music)
(masked men roars)
(glass breaking)
(suspenseful music)
(masked men growling)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music) (masked man growling)
- What have you done?
How did they get in?
- We thank Milo for the hospitality.
- Meeting you was the worst mistake in my life.
- Calmed down.
- I should never have trusted you.
- Take a seat survivalist.
Take this time to tend to your wounds.
(masked men growling)
(glass breaking)
(masked men grunting)
(tense suspenseful music)
(glass breaking) (tense suspenseful music)
- Are you sure Reed will be okay?
- What I need from you, Milo,
is for you to show me exactly where you fell.
- I still can't remember what I was doing when it happened.
- Most likely your attempt to provide me with a signal,
you went in search of fuel, Milo.
- Me and Reed already looked for diesel.
There's none there.
- Just show me where and I'll take care of the rest.
- This is the place.
- I believe what I'm looking for is most likely hidden.
Let's try downstairs.
Your new friend Reed is wise to the world
but unable to see the potential right under his very nose.
The most valuable commodity
isn't a chemically treated distillate of crude oil,
but rather something more simple
such as propane
and butane.
- Oh.
I'll take a red one first.
(suspenseful music)
Frank, I've got a blue one this time.
- Very good, Milo.
We'll need all of them before we return to the school.
- Will everyone be happy with what we found?
- How naive you are
given the scale of our discovered fortune,
I'm afraid I will be killing any person left alive
in that school if they're not dead already.
(Frank body thuds)
- I really wasn't expecting that to happen.
- I thought this might happen.
Ask yourself, is it really worth it, Milo?
Are you willing to have your life wasted this evening?
- How do you feel about waste?
I know Reed hates wastefulness.
- You're starting to test my patience.
(Milo grunting)
- Ah!
I didn't say try yet, I wasn't ready.
You have to wait till I tell you I'm ready to try.
(suspenseful music)
Okay.
(tense suspenseful music) (Milo grunting)
(metal clanks) (tense suspenseful music)
(Milo grunting) (tense suspenseful music)
(Milo grunting)
(tense suspenseful music)
- This was easier than I thought.
- Can I try now.
- Huh?
You said, you would tell me when I could try.
- Oh yeah.
Okay.
(suspenseful music) (Milo grunting)
- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I should have believed you.
- Alison can hold that now,
just help me find a weapon or something.
- It won't help you.
- Oh, freak, stop pointing that gun at us.
- Hey, you made this happen.
I wouldn't have had to do any of this
if you both just did what you were told to do.
I had no choice but to tell, Seb.
- You're the one that told on us.
- Yes.
What you don't seem to understand is that Faulkner is right.
Our whole system of survival relies
on the rules we have in place.
If someone disrupts that,
then things like this happen.
- And what did Jones do exactly?
- Oh, he was in charge too long
and not willing to adapt.
- So you killed him.
Why?
- I didn't kill him.
I just...
I agreed to look the other way away.
I'm not a monster.
- Oh.
- Sit down.
(Reed groans)
Hurry up.
(tense suspenseful music)
- I'm in a lot of pain with this.
- Oh, you won't be for much long.
(Liam grunting)
(tense suspenseful music)
(Liam head thuds) (tense suspenseful music)
(masked man grunting)
(tense suspenseful music)
- Oh, it's just one twat answer and another in this place.
(tense suspenseful music)
- What is it?
I lost count.
- This isn't a game.
You're fighting to live.
(Milo grunting)
(glass breaks)
(Milo groans)
- Is it time out yet?
- Time out starts when you stop breathing.
- I don't like your rules.
(Milo grunting)
- Imbeciles.
All of you spoiled brats who never learned to grow up.
Hell bent on bringing this place to a pile of rubble.
- I don't give a shit!
Just as long as you are buried underneath it,
you sadistic fuck!
- All you needed to do was what you were told.
You couldn't even manage that.
All this death for what?
A few missing people.
You have to look at the bigger picture.
- You were lying to us about everything
this place was, you sick freak!
- Those high walls and iron gates will only go so far
and the proof is downstairs right now.
- I get it.
They're the wolves.
These are the cat.
And you are Ronald, but fucking Donald.
- Oh, (laughs) very entertaining, Reed.
You always were.
You don't belong anywhere do you, eh?
Especially not here.
(gun fires)
(piano clanks)
- Uh-oh!
Oh, Jesus!
(glass breaking)
Stop making me full crazy!
(stone rumbles)
(Milo grunting)
(glass breaking)
- A valiant effort this was, but your legs fail you.
- Wait, wait, wait, I remember everything.
- Is that so?
- Not really.
(tense dramatic music)
(Reed grunting)
(Reed breathes heavily)
(Reed groaning)
(Reed breathes heavily)
(Reed screaming)
(Reed breathes heavily)
(Reed grunting)
(Reed breathes heavily)
(tense suspenseful music)
(tense upbeat music)
- Where's Frank?
(tense upbeat music)
(glass breaking) (tense upbeat music)
(Milo grunting) (tense upbeat music)
(tense dramatic music)
(tense upbeat music)
(metal clanks)
(tense upbeat music)
(masked men grunting)
(metal clanks)
- Ah!
(tense upbeat music)
- Why do you call your teddy Buttons?
He doesn't have any buttons.
- He has buttons on his pajamas.
- Milo,
your arm is broken.
(milo breathes heavily)
(tense upbeat music)
(Reed screams)
(tense upbeat music)
(Reed breathes heavily) (fire crackling)
- Milo.
(tense dramatic music)
- We go way back, Milo.
I made you that mask.
It seems fitting that I should be the one to remove it.
(tense dramatic music)
Gone are days reward comes with compassion.
Mercy is a relic of your old world.
Write your fate in blood or let another carve it for you.
(tense dramatic music)
(match sizzles)
(tense dramatic music)
(gas tanks sizzles)
(tense dramatic music)
(gas tanks blasting)
(rock rumbles)
(dramatic music)
(rock rumbles) (gentle dramatic music)
(gentle dramatic music continues)
(wood clanking)
(gentle dramatic music) (fire sizzles)
(footsteps rustles)
- It is gonna be strange not having anyone
to answer to anymore.
- You'll get used to it.
- You know, you don't have to go anywhere
you can stay with us.
We could deal with a man with your knowledge.
- Yeah, we don't have much left in the way of supplies,
but we could manage, I'm sure.
- No, it's all right.
There's somewhere I've gotta get back to.
And besides he's got a lot of sort out moving forward.
- Ah, well.
- Don't forget, you can always eat the stinging nettles.
(gentle music)
- Good to know.
- Don't worry, I'll shot the gate on the way out.
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)