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A Murder at the End of the World...

What if we find a woman who fought off

the killer and lived to tell?

There must be thousands

of reports like that.

But we just need one

that mentions silver jewelry.

- Holy fuck.
- Yeah.

- We should go talk to her in person.
- How?

I'll come pick you up.
I can drive you to Iowa.

Bill Farrah passed away

last night.

- What?
- Oh, my God.

It appears that he overdosed

in his room sometime after midnight.

Ray?

Can you help me?

Of course.

Do right-handed people

usually inject themselves
into their right arm?

Rarely, if ever.

Bill didn't kill himself.

Someone else did.

Probably someone in this room.

The cameras here

are wireless.

They're on their own VLAN.

Don't get caught.

Time to spill your secrets, friend.

♪ Tell me you're not around ♪

♪ Then you're asking me to be all right... ♪

Nice ride, by the way.

Oh, thanks. It's my uncle's.

I borrowed it.

But he doesn't... he doesn't know it yet.

♪ Always down... ♪

- So you stole it?
- No, I left a note.

♪ I know, I know... ♪

At... point two miles.

You ever heard of death by GPS?

Happens all the time.

There was a...
a mom and son in Death Valley

who followed the blue dot into quicksand.

Swallowed the car whole.

It was fucking terrible. They died.

Why would the GPS route them that way?

Quickest way to get from A to B, I guess.

Why did they go through the quicksand?

- Why did they go through it?
- Yeah.

Uh... I don't know. I guess...

I guess...

Well, people trust the blue dot
more than they trust themselves.

Right?

Yeah, stupid people, maybe.

- Stupid people, yeah.
- Stupid people do.

Stupid, yeah.

You know, I think this victim

came after the Jane Doe
from the construction site.

Yeah, and maybe after the survivor

we're on our way to see.

There should be a mark here somewhere.

I think this is it.

The autopsy said she was
alive when he brought her here.

Marissa Bahari.

Born: Lincoln, Nebraska.

Survived by...

Amir and Benjamin Bahari.

He did it out in the open.

I mean... no trees, no buildings.

You can see the road from here.

He wasn't even trying to hide it.

You think he wanted to get caught?

No.

No, I think he just thought

he was so good,
no one would ever catch him.

I'm gonna catch you.

- Ray?
- Yes, Darby?

Where is everyone?

The guests are in the library
for a performance.

Thanks.

Hi.

Um... I don't think we've met.

I'm Darby.

You're Rohan, right?

You knew Bill.

Mm.

Darby?

Excuse me.

How are you doing?

Um...

okay.

It feels like such an outrage.

Death-- and love, I suppose--

just come and go as they wish

and do what they want with us.

- Yeah. It's sad.
- Mei? Yeah, sorry.

Can I borrow Darby for a moment?

- Yes.
- Thank you. Hey.

Did you find anything in the footage?

No.

I don't think you're telling me the truth.

Yeah? Why is that?

Darby, I can hack the footage myself.

I know. So the question is...

why'd you make me do it for you?

Does your mouth taste of metal?

Excuse me?

Grief puts a metallic taste
on the back of your tongue.

Um...

no, I-I can't taste anything.

You will.

Did you know that Bill was around
when Lee was in Florida?

He was helping us
save that little old house

in Crystal River
from falling into the swamp.

You must've known him pretty well, then.

No. Met him a few times.

Lee was running
a kind of gutter punk salon

from out of there.

Ziba's ready to start.
We should get everyone seated.

Let me get you a fresh one.

Oh, thanks.

Shiraz from Iran, courtesy of Ziba.

Kept in its original clay
from the region since 1964.

I'm sorry I crashed into you last night.

- It was my mistake.
- No. No, it wasn't.

Let me know if I can get you anything.

Yeah. Actually...

do you know who ordered
that tea to Room 11 last night?

Was it Bill?

- Enjoy your wine.
- Do you know

how many cups he requested, Tomas?

I have to pour for other guests.

Hey.

Are you gonna question me next?

They printed, what,
5,000 copies of your book,

and you sold, I don't know, 2,000?

Yeah.

Impact isn't just about
having something to say.

It's about having the power
to be listened to

when you say it.

He sees something in you.

That's why he invited you here.

A friendly word of advice, Darby.

Don't bite the hand

that might feed you.

Hi, everyone. Hello.

It's no secret
that I came to Iceland for Bill Farrah.

I followed his work for so many years.

I admired him.

I...

I didn't agree with everything
he did or said, but

I think he was trying to...

wrestle down the darkness
he felt had devoured the world

and that I can understand.

This song was written in 1900

by a man in prison.

He wrote it so his spirit could fly free.

May Bill's spirit also fly free.

And while we have
successfully helped transfer

Mr. Farrah to Reykjavík,

chances are some journalists will call,
wanting to know more.

Looking for gossip or worse.

Might say they are
family or friends of Mr. Farrah,

members of the diplomatic corps.

In response to any of these calls,

your only answer will be:

"We can neither confirm nor deny."

I ask you to remember,

we are not only protecting
the reputation of this new hotel,

we are protecting Mr. Ronson...

I don't want to get you in any trouble.

Ms. Hart. You shouldn't be down here.

But you've got to tell me what you know.

You don't even have to tell me.
Just write it down.

Bill was my friend,
and he didn't kill himself.

And we both know
they're covering something up here.

Whatever happens here is so secretive,

they want staff who don't talk,

and they're willing to pay well for it.

I was handpicked by Marius,
flown in from Berlin.

Tomas?

I saw him die.

And he was scared.

He was so scared.

Please.

Three.

What?

You asked how many tea cups.

There were three.

Ray?

Ray?

I'm sorry.

The music makes it difficult
for me to pick up your voice.

Oh. Uh, Ray, turn off the music.

Ray, are you boxed in
or do you have Internet access?

I do not have access to the Internet.

The last Web crawl I have access to
is from a week ago.

Um, all right, all right, uh,

let's use that.

Ray, could you do a scan for me

of any of the guests in the retreat

who have any connection to Bill Farrah,

or to the artist FANGS...

starting with Oliver?

Of course.

Would you like to enable projection?

Um, yeah, enable it.

Oliver tweeted, "FANGS isn't an artist.

He's a failed programmer
who wants attention."

How did Bill respond?

He retweeted it.

All right.

And, um, who else at the retreat
has a connection to Bill Farrah?

On July 4, 2019, Martin
liked a tweet from FANGS that read,

"The eight richest men in the world

hold the same wealth
as the 3.6 billion poorest people."

Lu Mei and Bill were on
the same flight from Hong Kong

to Vancouver in December 2018.

How'd you know that?
That's not on Wikipedia.

L2/L3 data.

When you purchase a flight,

the credit card company records

the departure and arrival cities.

What, L2/L3 is public information now?

L2/L3 data is available for purchase.

Who else in the retreat
has an online connection

to Bill Farrah?

Lee Anderson Ronson attended

FANG's "Artificial Insanity" exhibit

in Detroit, May 3, 2021.

And Andy Ronson and Bill?

There is no known connection

between Andy and Bill Farrah besides Lee.

Oh, what about Rohan? What does he do?

A climatologist
and environmental activist.

He was among the first
to ring the alarm bells

as to carbon's role in climate change.

He was arrested in Moscow
and held in a prison camp

for three years under charges of espionage

in 1987, in connection
with the Chernobyl disaster.

Um... an-and what about
Rohan's connection to Bill?

There is no available information

about Rohan Ravjit after 2006.

And the vessel Last Chance has no entries

in maritime databases since 2006.

Rohan went off the grid.

It was strange, though, the way he cried.

It was like he knew Bill...

well.

Um... and Sian?

What's her connection to Andy?

After becoming the first woman
to walk on the moon,

Sian Cruise challenged global leaders

to fund space exploration.

In 2017, she was recruited
by Ronson Industries

to lead their lunar colonization program.

All right, um... and what's Oliver's deal?

I know of no deals
that Oliver is negotiating.

Uh, no, as in, what does Oliver do?

Oliver Marwan was inspired
by a childhood toy robot

that walked like he did
to develop robotics

that break down
disabling barriers in society.

He was admitted to Oxford at 16.

He was the youngest person
to hold the Pirrone-Kim Chair

- in robotics at Harvard.
- Christ.

Is anyone here normal?

No, Darby.

Not even you.

Ray?

How can I help?

Never mind.

One...

down...

still...

...a...

go.

Darby,

your temperature is dangerously low.

Yeah, no shit, Ray.

If your clothing is wet,
remove it immediately.

Yeah.

Oh.

Warm your trunk first.

Warming extremities can cause shock.

The cabinet in the closet
has emergency supplies.

Get the hot water bottle
and the medical blanket.

Ray?

Yes, Darby?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Your temperature is stabilized.

Who was that?

Who was who, Darby?

Exactly.

After hypothermia, you should stay awake.

You produce less body heat when asleep.

Coffee and Coke?

That stuff will kill you, man.

Statistically speaking,

something else
will probably kill me first.

- All right.
- You want to try it?

Yeah. Go on.

- Bottoms up.
- All right.

Mm-mm.

No. No, that's awful.

- It--
- That's worse than I thought.

It's an acquired taste, I guess.

Mm-mm.

- Take the next right.
- Right here.

What if it's not a matter
of catching him, you know?

What if it's a case of him
revealing himself to us?

- Okay, good.
- But how?

Uh... we tempt him?

With what?

Right. Corner him?

I mean, we're not exactly a SWAT team.

Well, fuck, I don't know.
We trick him, we trick him.

Mm. Could happen, could happen.

But this guy is an organized killer,

not a disorganized one.

This isn't spur-of-the-moment, it's...

- Yeah.
- You know, it's meditated on.

- Yeah.
- Like, the silver jewelry?

Yeah, it's not a... a souvenir
because he's not keeping it.

He's just passing it
from one victim to the next.

It's-it's, uh...

It's not a trophy, either. It's...

- It's a trail.
- It's a trail.

Yeah. To be tracked, followed.

Like we're doing.

Like we're doing.

But what's-what's the motive
of someone who kills like this?

I have no idea.

But maybe she does.

His only survivor.

Hi. Could I come in a minute?

- Um...
- Mommy...

Uh, yeah.

He's always had nightmares, but...

normally, I walk the halls with him,

and eventually,
he falls asleep in my arms.

Past few nights, though,
he hasn't been able to settle.

No, no, I-I get it.
Um, I had nightmares as a kid.

Mind if I let him rest on the sofa?

Sure.

- Are you ready?
- No.

Could I put on some music, help him sleep?

Ray, 48 Variations for Two Pianos.

- Does that sound good?
- Yeah.

Nice.

Look, I know you have
no reason to trust me.

I might've written

some stuff when I was your age
that you admired, but...

...I do trust you.

I want to be helpful,

and I think I can be,

but not if you don't tell me
what you know.

Why didn't you hack the camera yourself?

Having a five-year-old

that isn't sleeping is a full-time job.

Hosting this retreat
and not letting my husband down

is another full-time job.

As much as I'd like to hide in a closet

and hack for a few hours, it's just...

not really possible.

Fair.

I mean, why didn't you
give me the password?

I don't know it.

Come here.

Yeah.

Does that mask mean anything to you?

I've never seen it.

But I know what it is.

Fuck. Can I fix a drink?

W-What is it?

Yeah. It's a mask
to thwart AI facial recognition.

Protestors in Hong Kong used them

so the police couldn't identify them
from camera footage.

It means it's someone

who knows the footage
is software-monitored.

Well, wh-who could that be?

Me, Andy, Sian,

Marius, Todd, Eva.

I don't know. Probably David.

Okay, so... everyone?

Did you invite Bill here?

My husband did,

but I encouraged Bill to come.

We wanted opposing viewpoints.

Were you having an affair?

No. Honestly, no. Uh...

I met Bill six years ago.

He was one of a few people

who found me.

After you were doxed?

Yeah.

My reputation was destroyed.

There was just fake porn
all over the Internet.

It looked so real,
I-I thought it was real.

I-I couldn't open a computer
without having a panic attack.

So I basically went back to my parents'

little place in Florida to...

just disappear.

Ordered a lot of pizza.

Tried to stay away from the Internet.

And one day, this guy shows up,

sunburned to a crisp.

Soles of his shoes
worn completely through.

It was Bill.

He said he'd read my manifesto

and wanted to talk about it.

I mean, I was terrified.

I wouldn't let him in the house. I...

He slept on the porch
for a few nights, and...

...eventually, we started talking

about... the terrors of technology

and everything we were afraid of
that was coming, and...

He didn't say much
about himself, you know.

He'd clearly been through something, but...

One morning, I come down
to breakfast, and he's lined

all these Polaroids up
across the kitchen table.

And he starts talking to me about you.

But you never...?

You were never together? You never...?

We hooked up once.

We were both wasted.
It was his last night.

I mean, he lost his hard-on.

I was embarrassed. He was embarrassed.

I mean...

Darby, we were meant to be friends.

Okay.

And then you met Andy?

No,

Andy and I had been seeing
each other off and on for a while.

And, uh...

then we got pregnant.

And I got married.

Right.

Right, so who here knew Bill,
besides you and me?

I don't know.

Um... Rohan, I think.

Yeah. Yeah, that would explain

why Rohan was crying in breakfast.

I didn't notice.

I know he knows Ziba,

or at least he admired her activism.

Darby, let me hire you...

...to find whoever
is hiding behind that mask.

Um, I'm an amateur sleuth.

You're clearly very good at it.

No, as in, uh,
I don't take cases for money.

You do it for love,

and especially in this case.

I hope you'll be careful, Darby.

If Bill was murdered,
it was very sophisticated.

You have only one real advantage.

No one sees a 24-year-old girl coming?

Yeah.

You're just another guest in our retreat.

So long as you play the part.

Yeah.

Well...

Finally.

Would it be all right if I let him sleep?

Sure.

Thanks, Darby.

Wake up, Darby.

Darby, wake up.

Wake up, Darby.

You slept through the alarm I set.

The time is 9:51 a.m.

The temperature outside
is three degrees Celsius,

with an expected high
of four degrees Celsius.

There is someone at the door.

Mm.

A gift from Andy.

Oh. Thanks.

- Can you...?
- Oh. Yeah.

Another one?

Here we are, naturally.
We're, like, seconds away.

Okay.

You all right?

- Yeah.
- Okay, so,

I'm sure you're all wondering
how arduous this is gonna be.

Well, it's not gonna be easy,
but it's definitely worth it.

What's waiting for you at the top...

...is unforgettable.

- Excited?
- Let's do this.

- Well, Martin.
- Hey.

Martin Mitchell.

You're liking this altitude?

Oh, I love the mountains.

To be with nature.

I don't get to do this often, you know?

So, what... what are you writing now?

Why are you making this all about you?

...why I wasn't called?

Didn't have questions for me.

Oh, no. I've been avoiding you.

Yeah?

Why?

You knew Bill.

Did you?

Lots of folks knew Bill.

Knew of Bill.

Oh, it's a little early for me.

We are talking about a comrade

who died two nights ago, aren't we?

Tequila?

Uh, mescal.

The irony gets thick here.

Did you know Bill got me sober?

- No.
- Yeah.

I was killing myself with drink.

I mean, folks gave me a wide berth.

What could they say?

Climatologists who've been
in the game long enough

know how it's going to end.

Sooner than you can imagine, and...

far, far worse.

It drives a lot of us to bow out early.

But Bill, he wouldn't
let me wallow in the drink.

No.

No, he... he gave me the only thing

that can really, really change a person.

Hope?

A different perspective.

He used to say that...

"Rohan.

You take humans too seriously."

And that humans were not at the center.

So what if the Earth
becomes a swamp again?

New creatures will be born from it.

Death begets new life.

I was five years sober
until two nights ago.

Five years.

I guess some funerals
are harder to handle than others.

Rohan?

Yeah.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Yeah.

Had a heart failure two years ago.

I've got a little machine in there,

keeping my ticker ticking.

Oh, right.

Did you see Bill,
or talk to him, the night he died?

A good detective always has a timeline.

I'm not a detective.

That's not what Bill said.

He said you were the best.

That you weren't like
anyone else he'd ever met.

Welcome to the future.

What is that?

They self-organize,

self-repair, and they use each other

to build bridges and to construct tunnels.

All of this brought to beautiful fruition

by Oliver.

Thanks, Andy.

We call it "swarm robotics,"

and they are designed
for new climate extremes.

Imagine a world
where humans no longer have

to occupy ourselves with
finding shelter and gathering food,

when we have the space
to deeply contemplate

the radical future of humanity.

Where will that take us?

...prototype did all the foundation work
for the hotel...

- Can I, uh...?
- Yeah, yeah.

You looked like a kid in a candy store

out there with those robots.

- I'm not a kid.
- Trust me,

- you are.
- Why are you such a dick?

Because I'm rich.

Mm. Pretty sure

you'd still be a dick if you were poor.

Hey.

Let's grab a drink later.

I read your book.
You're a smart little girl.

Oh, my.

One down.

Still... a go.

Careful, girl.

It was you...

who went to Bill's room the night he died?

Wearing the mask?

I would never hurt that boy,
not one hair on his head.

But you were there.

Leave it.

Go.

Hello?

- Hi.
- Hi.

You're the next closest person to my age.

I guess that's true.

Want to go on an adventure?

You know, I'd love to...

- Uh...
- You're busy. It's okay.

No, you know what? Um...

Sure. What do I do?

All right. You're gonna be by yourself.

- Mm-hmm.
- But don't be scared.

You're just exploring.

And if you get lonely,
Raisin's in there to help.

Okay. Do I put it on? Oh.

Whoa.

Oh, my God.

What?

Over here is the science corner.

Huh. Yeah.

And then you can
go past my friend, Sir Archimedes.

Good day, milady.

Whoa.

You're supposed
to try to get the crown, Darby.

Crown? Oh.

See? It's harder than you think.

Uh.

Oh, my God.

Wow.

Huh.

It's fun, right?

Yeah. I never had anything
like this when I was a kid.

That's 'cause technology is exponential.

Wow. Um, you're smart.

And you're very lucky.

Except when my parents fight.

When you were little,
did your parents fight?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, they did.

They did. A lot, actually.

What do your parents fight about?

The future.

- Zoomer, come here.
- Dad!

- Dad!
- Hey.

I showed Darby my castle.

Yeah? Did she like it?

Yeah, but I think she needs practice.

Mmm. Okay. You go finish your game.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

S-Slow down. Careful.

You're good with kids.

I was one.

Doesn't always help.

Know anything about Walt Disney?

Um, I mean, his movies, yeah.

So, in the 1920s, no one believed

it was even possible
to make an animated feature.

Took him seven years,
and then he broke all records.

Years later, when he was in his 50s,

he built all these train tracks
in his home.

People thought he'd lost his mind.

There was this grown man

riding in and out of the living room
on a children's toy.

But he was thinking in three dimensions.

- He was working something out.
- What?

Something that had never been done before:

a movie in motion in the real world.

A theme park.

Disneyland.

And you feel a kinship with him.

So, I bought Zoomer a couple of hamsters

and I thought they were both male,

but turns out one of them was female.

And he loved watching the babies be born.

So we started to mate them together.

Study the patterns.

Black hair, brown hair, blue eyes,

recessive traits, dominant traits.

Think we had over 50 at one point.

67.

Lee thought I'd lost my mind.

But you were working something out
in three dimension.

I realized that the way

to leap AI forward was to mate them.

You can do that?

Ray is a combination of my language
processing algorithm

and my home security AI.

Like Disney,
you leapt tech forward through play.

So, after giving it some serious thought,

I really do think
it's best that you go home.

You're grieving.
And to be perfectly transparent,

interrogating the guests
and my staff is something

I'm just not comfortable with.

I asked them questions
because the police didn't.

How do you know that?

Because I watched Bill die
and no one's asked me anything.

And if they did, what would you say?

That someone came to see him

a few minutes before he died.

I hacked the doorbell cameras.

You think I don't know that?

It's a conference of hackers.

I've seen the footage, too.

I know that someone in a mask
came to Bill's room

at 12:03 a.m., but he'd already
injected himself at that point.

See, we don't have cameras in the room,

but we do monitor heart rates.

And Bill's spiked,
as a result of the morphine,

four minutes and 36 seconds

before the arrival of the uninvited guest,

and six minutes and 11 seconds

before you turned up at the door.

The reason the police
didn't ask you anything

is because they got
everything they needed to know

from Bill's blood.

The toxicology came in. It's definitive.

He overdosed.

You grew up on crime scenes

and you think this is one too. It's not.

It's the site of a tragedy
and keeping you here is painful.

For you and the others.

No. Sorry, I...

I don't want to go. I...

I want to stay.

Look, I'm okay, honestly. I...

I'm just keeping busy, like you said.

I have to do what's best for everyone.

A car is gonna take you to Reykjavík

and there'll be a first-class seat

on a plane back to the U.S.

What you need, Darby,

is rest.

You're very fragile.

Can I take your ring?

Be good if you started to pack.

...Bill Farrah...

Ray?

Translate this for me.

Controversial artist Bill Farrah,

better known as "FANGS,"
had died at the age of 27.

A former computer coder and hacker,

Farrah was seen
as a criminal prankster by many

and as an artist and activist to others.

His first known work as "FANGS"
was a global project

to remove the "S"
from Shell stations around the world,

leaving a scathing critique
and PR nightmare in its wake.

His most recent and acclaimed work,

Artificial Insanity, was staged

in an abandoned auto factory in Detroit

and was deeply critical
of the tech industry.

Icelandic authorities say
Farrah died Monday evening

from a drug overdose.

He was on vacation alone
in the small town of Fellabaer.

He is survived by his mother,
Elizabeth Farrah,

a nurse in Dayton, Ohio.

Mourners from across
the Internet are posting videos

and comments about
what Farrah's art meant to them.

These were my grandmother's.

Is there anything else you remember

about the man who took them from you?

Anything about how he looked or...

Didn't see his face.

It was 16 years ago.

What he smelled like?

Bleach and aftershave.

And his hands?

Um, how did they look

or what did they feel like?

Strong, long fingers.

Gloves.

He was choking me
and his-his face was right there.

I can't call for help or turn,

but I'm holding the keys.

I gouge him in the face.

He cries out, surprised-like.

And I ran from the car to the Wendy's.

That was really brave.

Did they tell you that?

The police?

Yeah.

No, they said I shouldn't
have been out so late alone.

Ah.

All right, we should-we should get going.

Why y'all doing this?

Well, I-I guess 'cause we're angry.

Yeah.

When I was the same age as your girls...

...I believed that I really mattered.

And then I grew up and realized

that I really didn't.

I guess I just don't want
them to grow up feeling that way.

Wait a sec.

My sister got my car detailed after the...

You know.

I kept thinking I could smell him.

She found a silver pin in the back seat.

Wasn't mine.

I told the police but
they didn't give a shit.

Thank you. This could
really help us name other victims.

Hard to imagine kids
like y'all solving this thing.

Well, we're-we're not alone.
We've-we've got each other

and dozens of others online to help.

You know,
this was probably his previous victim's.

Yeah, that's how
we're IDing Jane Does-- silver.

Can I show you?

Here, let me take a...

Right. Um...

Just have to wait a few.

Oh, here we go.

All right, yeah. L-Lincoln High School,

Wickenberg, Utah. 2000.

And I almost didn't open the door.

I thought y'all were
selling magazines or candy.

Don't give up on this, okay?

I'm holding out hope

that whoever did this
can never do it again.

Ray?

Will you get me Andy Ronson's email?

I'm sorry, Darby.

The contact info
for guests and hosts is private.

How may I help you, Ms. Hart?

Can you put me through to Andy Ronson?

I'm sorry, Ms. Hart,
that room is set to private.

Well, can I leave a message?

Certainly.

Tell him I'm keeping my room.

Rohan?

Rohan, I know you're in there.

Whatever happened,

whatever is happening...

...I know you loved Bill.

I know you love him still.

I'm here.

To listen.

Darby, snowcat's waiting.

We better get a move on.

Storm is about to hit Reykjavík.

I'll help you with your bags.

Give me a minute.

Hello?

I do still love him.

I know, Rohan.

How?

Because I love him still, too.

Oh...

I don't want to talk to you
but I think I have to.

It was me.

I went to his room.

You were the one in the mask?

I didn't want there to be a record,

in case, later on...

We had a plan.

A good one, we thought.

But Bill uncovered a secret.

Something he wouldn't say over the phone.

When I got to his room, I thought

he had gotten high, wasted.

I got angry, left.

I see now he was drugged.

He never got the chance to tell me,

but I think I know what he uncovered.

What?

- Rohan?
- Oh, God.

Oh, my God!

Darby! Hey, whoa!

Rohan?

- Rohan in there?
- What is going on?

Panicked call
from people at Hardfront. He...

- He's not in there?
- Wait, a call from who?

Help!

What happened? What happened?

Rohan? Rohan?

Talk to me.

No pulse.

No breathing.

He's dead.

Todd.

Get everyone underground.