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You found me again.

You're dying.

He shot you with poison.

He used to be a dentist.

This is the antidote.

Give it.

Wait.

Hey, Jeev.

Yeah?

You still scared of the dark?

Yeah.

- It's like a spaceship.
- We're fucked.

It's gonna get cold.

Jeevan.

It's gonna be okay.

You said we're fucked.

- When spring comes,
we're gonna run out of food.

Whoever's left alive is gonna
want to fight each other.

We have to think
about the future.

We have to leave,
because this...

can't last.

I spy with my little eye.

- I told Jeevan
to come to you.

You guys should be together.

No. No, no. No.

No, I don't want him here.

- I don't care
if you don't want Jeevan--

- Then I'll have
the guard stop him.

- Good evening, Mr. Chaudhary.
I've got a Jeevan down here.

Says he's your brother.
He's with your niece.

Want to come up.

They've got some items
for your Christmas party.

- Hey, Frank.
- Hi, Uncle Frank.

Send 'em up.

Fuck!

- Frank! Open the door, Frank!

- Hold on.
- Come on!

- Hold on!
- Open it!

- Jeev.
Little white girl.

- Okay, this is all comin' in.
Back up.

Frank, this is Kirsten.
Kirsten, Frank.

- Hi.
- We seem to be experiencing

some technical difficulties
at the moment.

- Hello, it's Matthew here.
Actually--

- Paris is just fuckin'
on fire now.

And there was a coup in China.

- Attempted.
- Reports of in excess

of 10,000 deaths
coming in tonight.

- Yeah, maybe you should
turn it off.

- There hasn't been any news
on the Ferris wheel.

- The story, here, Tina...

Is the speed
at which this virus kills.

Imagine dying like that.

Well, the way I see it,

power is on.

Everything will be
back to normal

in a couple of days.

- Matthew, this news is
a somewhat radical escalation

of what we've been hearing.

- Uh, yes, that's correct,
Tina, yes.

What?

Kirsten,

maybe, uh--
do you want to get some sleep?

There's a spare bedroom.

- I'll tell you
when my parents call.

Good night, Jeevan.
Good night, Frank.

Well, parenting is easy.

What's gonna happen?

Really?

I don't know.

But I'm glad you're here.

How was "King Lear"?

Frank?

Merry Christmas.

That's right.

I--I forgot.

I didn't get you anything yet.

That's okay.

Can I have that back?

"Station Eleven"?

Sure.

Just keep reading it.

Should be doing my work.

It's good, though.

I can relate.

To which character?

All of them.

- Did you put the antidote
in the present?

I have to get back.
Where is it?

Where is it?

I just made him something.

You can go if you want to go.

I hid the antidote
in your pocket.

I knew you wouldn't look there.

No, I could stay a little.

There's time.

She's moving into the closet.

Why do all kids love little
Harry Potter rooms like that?

To make the world small.

You think she's okay?

- She just found out
her parents died.

She's eight. She's traumatized.

Makes three of us.

Oh, come on, now.

What's wrong with this--
what's wrong with this thing?

- Seriously, how have you
made it this far in life?

You got batteries?

Junk drawer.

- Frank, can I talk to you
real quick in private?

- Uh, make us more eggnogs.
- Is there a recipe?

Pour whiskey into eggnog.

- What the fuck, Frank?
- It's not--

- I'm sorry, heroin?
We're not heroin people, Frank.

We're barely weed people.

You win awards.

I quit. I'm clean. It's fine.

- People don't just
quit heroin, Frank.

Aren't you in withdrawal?

I don't have a cold.

- When did you even start?
- Ten months ago.

It's not sad, Jeevan.
It just--it just is.

It's not great, Frank!

I can't ghostwrite sober.

Then stop ghostwriting.

It's the only job I can get.

- Frank, there are
no more jobs.

Okay.

Whatever's going on
outside is irrelevant

'cause I haven't been out
on assignment in two years.

Whatever I had, it's gone.

It'll come back.

- Journalists have
to go outside.

- Then write a novel.
- I don't make shit up!

- If we have to leave,
we leave together.

You'll get better.
Your hip--

It's not the hip, Jeevan.

We have a kid now.

Listen to me.

Don't write the play.

Hey, Kirsten.

You leave one day too late.

- Will likely happen
in phases, I think.

Networks and television have
already stopped broadcasting.

Likely the phone system next,
and already, it's failing.

Power and the Internet
will both hold on,

and people who are holed up
will continue

to find one another online,

but this will only conceal
the reality

that it's already over.

We've encountered a flu
that does not incubate.

It just explodes.

We were not ready for
a 1-in-1,000 survival rate.

Chicago's not Chicago anymore.

It's just 2.5 million bodies
and--

Thanks.

Any word from your parents?

Frank.

Jeevan's brother.

Remember?

You know,
first morning I was here,

I remember the sun
rising over that lake, and...

I knew I wanted
to be here forever.

East-facing windows, you know?

Did you just move in?

Ten months ago.

What's your job?

I'm a ghostwriter.

What are you ghostwriting?

An autobiography.

- Don't you have to write
your own autobiography?

Not if you're rich.

Um...

listen, Kirsten,
my brother does...

weird shit sometimes.

He--he brought home a bird once
that he found on the sidewalk

with a broken neck.

He's a terrible babysitter,

and I'm sort of a shut-in,
but...we're safe.

What do kids eat?

- How's the quesadilla?
- I had a brother.

He died before he was born.

Maybe he would have been
at home with a babysitter

when Jeevan tried
to take me to my house.

I try not to think in maybes.

What happened to your leg?

- Someone tried to blow me up.
- Why?

I was in the wrong place.

Sri Lanka.

There's a war there
that never ends.

What were you doing there?

- Writing a story
for a magazine.

What magazine?

"Vanity Fair."

You heard of it?

I don't know.

- Well, I wasn't supposed
to be in the country.

And I went to this bar,

started chatting up the locals,

you know, strangers, no agenda.

Talked to this guy for a while.
Hired him as my guide.

We walked.

We walked about half a day.

The last thing I remember
before...

I look up at my guide
and he's running away.

So I take a step,
and bang...

Got blown up.

I floated.

- Then what?
- Then I woke up in a hospital.

No idea where I was,
what happened.

I've got bandages everywhere,

13 pieces of shrapnel
in my hip.

I start screaming for help.

And I look down
and Jeevan is there,

asleep on the floor.

So I'm thinking I'm either dead
or I'm home.

- Where were you?
- Military base in Singapore.

He got a 24-hour flight
on Siya's credit card.

I flew first class,
by the way.

She never found out.

She did.

Really?

Hey, Frank?

You wanna be in my play?

Who else is in it?

- So I think--

sorry.

I think we need to have a fire
in the spare room.

What?

Hold on. Hey, Jeev.

Can both of you meet me
at the table in ten minutes?

I need to show you something.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I was working the other day,

listening to the tapes
he sent me,

and I heard something.

It was the way he laughed.

I--I couldn't
really believe it.

And so I enhanced it
and I looped it.

It's real.
It's a way to stay hot.

- No.

- Frank.

both:

both:

- I know.
I know you said 60, but--

By the way, I don't think
the flu is out there anymore.

You have no data whatsoever.

- What's the ration estimate
on the food, Frank?

- 90 days.
- Oh, 90 days?

So what is that,
12 days until we starve?

There's your data.
We have to leave.

First thing tomorrow.

Autobiography's not done.

- Neither is my play,
but I'm almost done.

- Something tells me neither
of you are gonna finish.

Do you remember that--
that film

with the soccer team
and they eat each other?

You don't remember,
You're eight. Frank?

- "Alive"?
- "Alive"? "Alive."

- Yeah, it was a rugby team.
- Okay, great.

- They were proactive.
- You need more information.

They had a plan.
They had somewhere to go.

They had a map.
They knew what they--

- Frank, this--this is
what we know.

They survived.

They survived.

Yeah, they had to eat
each other, but they survived.

Hey.

You okay?

Where have you been?

- Watching.
- I spy with my little eye.

- I thought he only started
speaking to himself

at the cabin.

- He started here.
- I don't get it.

Yeah, I'm trying.

Siya. I don't know, he won't.
This is Frank.

- What's the cabin?
- He's not listening to me.

- I don't know, Siya, but I'm
gonna convince him, okay?

He'll come.

I'll convince him, or...

Kirsten will convince him
with her play.

They've got a thing.

I don't know.
They've got a thing.

Siya.

Yeah.

Yes, I know.

I just--okay, fine.

I'll go across the hall
and I'll look west.

Get him his data, his info,
his--

okay, Siya, yes.

I'm in the red. I gotta go.

Frank.

I'm opening the door.

Frank, is that okay?

Great.

Hey.

Look, I know it's hard
and it's scary, but...

We're gonna starve to death
or freeze to death.

And we can't wait for him
to get better.

And we can't just write
plays and books.

I'm finished writing.

Oh.

- We can do it tomorrow,
then go.

But we have to perform it.

- Okay, can we do it--
but can we do it, like, now?

- The costumes
still aren't done.

Tomorrow. I promise.

What would you have done

if you knew the flu was coming?

- I would have come home
earlier from LA.

And I would have spent time
with my mom

before she died.

And Siya.

And that idiot, and we
would have been together.

I would have just done--

I would have made the choice
I wanted to make, you know?

I'm always late for everything.

How about you?

Said goodbye to Arthur.

I didn't get to say
goodbye to anyone.

Yeah, well, say bye now.

He can't hear me.

Frank, I am opening the door.

I mean, we don't even know
what Chicago's like out there.

It might be fine.

Hey, Luli!

Luli!

Hello?

Smells so bad.

Bodies.

Oh, you get used to it.

Hey, go talk to Frank, hey?

Close the door.

What's that?

- Well, I owe you a present,
don't I?

I got this from our dadu,
our grandfather.

Had it in my pocket that day
when I stepped on that mine.

It's a compass.

- We're going tomorrow.
Just come.

It's broken.

No matter how you stand,

it tells you
you're looking east.

Jeev just made me think of it.

And that day, when you were
looking at the sunrise...

That was a good feeling.

- I made the whole play
the death scene.

Who am I?

Lonagan.

So it's...my death scene.

I found something,

data boy.

- Frank thinks
we should go east.

Call time is noon.

- Okay, Kirsten,
this is really long,

and there's not much light.

So--

Yes.

Yes. This is now.
This is now.

- Hello?
- I get scared. Where are you?

Minneapolis.

- So nothing's
gotten rotten yet?

The whole Mississippi
is bodies.

I don't know
how they got in there,

but it's plugged up.

You could walk down it
and come to visit if--

- Don't come here.
It's not safe.

It's just math.

Let's do the play.

I get tired of sifting
through the wreckage.

- And I get tired
of watching you sift.

What are you looking for?

There's nothing out there.

Whatever didn't break.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not.

You should go.
It's so gross.

- It's fine.
- Why did you pull me on board?

Why did you let me in here?

Protocol.

Where's the antidote?

Don't worry about it.

Or I was lonely.

This strange and awful time...

was the happiest of my life.

You're the only friend
I've ever had.

- You're going to die,
and I can't stop it.

That's true for everyone.

Good point.

- Where did you
come from, Eleven?

What were you doing,
floating out there by yourself?

I was trying to come home.

You were the only person
who knew me from before.

Turn on the engines!

I can't do that.

Why not?

I'm tired of that answer.

You should have listened.

- You idiot!
You need him to survive!

Goodbye, Eleven.

Say your line.

Say it.

Jeev.

Luli?

Jeevan! Frank!

Kirsten, run right now.

- Lock the door.
- Lock the door.

- Hey, it's okay. It's okay.

Whatever you need, man.
Okay. We're safe. It's safe.

Please leave.

I live here now.

Okay.

It's okay.
You can have the place.

We're all packed.
We were just leaving.

Right, Frank?

Come on, Frank. Let's go.

We're all packed up.
We were just leaving.

It's fine.

I'm really sorry, man.

Don't.

I'm not leaving, man.

No, Frank.

It's my home.

"I remember damage,

"then escape.

"Then I found it again.

My home."

Frank!

Stay in your room.

Jeevan!

It's okay. He survives.

You leave here with him.

Frank too?

You get to see him again.

- I shouldn't have
done the play.

- This didn't happen
because you did the play.

This isn't your fault.

This is just what happened.

Frank. Frank. Frank.

I'm okay. My armor.

Oh, God. I don't know.

You can't just take it out
like that,

I don't think, Frank.

Siya. Siya.

Siya! Siya! Come on!

Siya's dead, Jeev.

No, no, no.

No, Frank.

I wanna lie down

in my bed.

Frank. Frank.

No.

Is that man gone?

We're safe, yeah.

I thought your play was good.

Hey. Come here.

You were really good

as Dr. Eleven.

I almost made you Lonagan.

So what happens next...

in your book?

It's the two of them,

Dr. Eleven
and the Rebel Undersea Leader.

For a while.

Come.

Just come.

Open the door.

You have to go with Jeevan.

I should probably go now.

Goodbye, Frank.

Wanted to say thank you

for letting me stay here.