All language subtitles for +Rich.Flu.2024

So, overnight, all diseases are eradicated.

No one dies of natural causes anymore.

Within ten years, global population doubles.

Economic collapse, food rationing, rioting on the streets,

and the governments impose these birth control restrictions

and limit healthcare for the over-80s, but

it's nowhere near enough.

So, they decide to identify and execute everyone

that's contributing least to society.

How?

An algorithm.

A complex algorithm that identifies and measures everybody's

social, financial, artistic, and emotional impacts on the

world.

And all of this is wrapped up in

an entertaining, thought-provoking, rollercoaster ride of a

movie.

What do you think?

What's it worth?

Well, with the budget that we sent you,

we can make the best film of next

year.

But even if you were to shave off

a couple of mil, we could still make,

like, a decent movie.

It's brilliant, Justin.

You prophetic prick.

Just let me pitch it to the team.

Oh, man, I'm psyched.

Our investigators realized that the scientist was murdered

by timber lobbyists after they found out that

plants can feel pain.

They suffer as much as humans when physically

harmed, especially after they're cut and shaped and

mutilated into chairs like this.

They're still alive.

Can you imagine how amazing it would be

if you knew that the pencil that you're

using is still screaming in pain?

Wow.

That's exactly the kind of deeply moral head

fuck we've been looking for.

So it starts off as a sickly wealth

satire.

Fucking investors, bigoties, and bourgeoisie, right?

Yachts, cocks, and kidnapped insurance.

Then out of nowhere, we're in the middle

of the complete contentious collapse.

And then it becomes this elemental odyssey.

Wow.

Wow.

God, I would love to just get in

that brain of yours.

I'm only going to say three words.

Just imagine.

Oh, shit.

Love it.

Fantastic.

So fantastic.

It's a really personal story.

It's from their conscience.

Totally visionary.

What kind of money?

Regina, concentrate.

Let them watch.

New ideas, a new voice.

He's one of three fathers.

Grown nooks.

And that's why it's perfect for your stream

platform.

I am going to give you a call.

All right?

It's a love story.

Are you surprised?

Yeah.

Guy and a girl.

He's a screenwriter.

I mean, well, he used to be, but

to be honest, he's been in and out

of quite severe writer's block for quite a

long time and also depression.

You know, I think I've seen this one

before.

I'll carry on anyway.

So he keeps going to these festivals, right?

And he's trying to get ideas away.

He's pitching all the time, but nothing.

When do we find out about his drinking

problem?

Act three?

So she.

A hag, presumably.

Is a superstar in the making.

I mean, everyone wants to work with her,

pitch her ideas.

And she's a million miles away from the

starstruck intern that he took under his wing

20 years before.

Starstruck.

Starstruck.

She was starstruck.

She couldn't move for it.

She wasn't able to complete four sentences in

the face of his opulent glow.

Now, is the glow coming through the sweat

stains or sort of emanating around the sweat

stains?

OK, how does it end?

It's a happy ending.

They both go off into the sunset, holding

hands, drinking like pomegranate juice and stuff.

Having found the true meaning of Christmas.

Mm, none of that bittersweet bullshit.

It's a happy ending.

She moves back to Barcelona.

She stops trying to take their daughter to

London.

And they become a functional fucking family all

over again.

How about that?

Huh?

OK, Don Quixote, this has been cute.

Really cute.

Christian?

Yeah, we should be going.

You know, you can't just keep airdropping yourself

into Anna's peripherals whenever it suits you.

She has a life.

We have a life in Barcelona.

And it's not enough.

Your one bed, ready meal shrug of a

lifestyle isn't enough for her.

I'm sorry, Tony, I don't mean to be

cruel, but I'm trying to give Anna the

kind of opportunities I could never have dreamed

of.

That is what I'm working for.

Oh, is that what you're working for?

To save my only daughter from her father's

merry-go-round of mediocrity?

Yes.

Do you know that I've got a theory

about you?

You know those juice fast things that you

like to do?

Those cleanses?

I think that perhaps one of them was

a little stronger than you'd anticipated and washed

your fucking soul away.

Are you a person or just a sort

of animate haircut?

I really can't tell.

Flora?

Did you get the cake?

What?

For our daughter's birthday, did you get our

daughter a birthday cake?

Of course.

But, you know what?

Fuck you.

Yeah, OK.

Fuck you, too.

And you.

We need a fucking cake.

What kind of cake does she like?

I'm going to check her TikTok or something.

Why am I only getting bottom of the

bag chips here, Christian?

There are good pictures going around.

I'm not in any of them.

You've got time.

Do you know something I don't know?

Oh, God, I would hope so.

What's Daddy Coop's job doing here?

Picking up Baby Coop?

Baby Coop's got his own thing.

What, you think it's the Alaska Jet?

I think he's picked the horse.

It's adorable to me that you think it

actually might be you.

I am widely adored.

I like your dress.

OK, so it looks like as long as

it's not a climate change cake or a

police brutality cake, we should be fine.

Find out about the jet and who it's

here for.

What the fuck?

I need your notes for the war on

windows.

Oh, God, right.

OK, for Isabelle Huppert, flowers.

Yellow ones, obviously.

Obviously.

And the notes, congratulations, bitch.

For Francois Ouzon, flowers, bottle of wine, something

South American.

With a note, congratulations, you fucking prick.

My phone.

This is definitely the right time.

Yeah, it's familiar.

It makes it sound like we're best buds

in the whole wide world.

It's like a fuck-filled friendship.

What about for Dame Judy Dench?

Just call all the women bitches and all

the men pricks, or vice versa.

I'll mix it up.

How do I look?

Find out about the jet.

I've got my fingers to the bone for

this thing.

Nice to see you.

So nice to see you.

Ah, the mini milk ice cream.

Hello, Sebastian.

Yes, sir.

You look amazing.

Oh, wow, you're still wearing that thing?

Are we going to a premiere or a

disco in 1997?

Care to share what your father's plane is

doing here?

Oh, you think that's for you?

I just need to be kept abreast of

any developments I'm meant to be flying to

Barcelona tonight.

Commercial air travel.

The mud huts of the sky.

Wouldn't want to miss that one.

I'll see you in a bit.

OK.

Make babies for goose.

He's the man.

Apparently, people call my dad the chicken cook

because he's so full of shit.

Speaking of, I hear Pearson is dead.

What, Geoffrey Pearson?

Geoffrey?

What are you, his nanny?

But yeah, first pervert, and now darling Geoffrey.

You're not rocks about a touch.

I'm not a big Bruce Hunter genital.

Yeah, it's iceberg hold for the industry power

balance.

And my dad's too busy waving his magic

dick around and sending Cinderella to the ball.

Wait, am I?

Am I?

Oh, you.

Oh, no.

I'm Kim.

You're not Cinderella.

No, in fact, I've been on my knees

every night praying that Daddy O'Pig's pretty

much anyone else but you to run for

whatever it is he's scheming.

And voila, the Lord did give it.

Yeah, it's Hector Alba.

So you'll just have to keep sniveling around

me for a while.

Oh, mind the glass ceiling on the way

out.

Oh.

Seth, could we talk just quickly?

Hi.

She is, little miss right place, right time.

I just heard, sir, how thrilling.

Is everyone up to date?

Mr. Snail, I consider you a real hero

of mine to work alongside you.

It's an honor.

Yeah, yeah, kissy, kissy.

No, I mean it.

All your productions where your unique producerial stand

on this one's no exception.

It's stunning.

Great.

Well, in that case, if you've seen it,

Laura, you can sit this panel out.

I think Alba makes more sense now that

she's, you know, we'll make the announcement at

the end.

Hey, you.

Ah.

Oh.

The skin.

I know.

You bathed in the olive oil.

I'm glowing.

I'm like a slim-toned pregnant lady with

a dick.

The ladies.

This is Alba.

She's our new prize fighter.

She loves our movie.

Nice to meet you.

And of course, um, um, Laura.

Laura, Laura, Laura Palmer.

Who killed you?

Twin Peaks?

Laura.

Laura, ready?

I think it's going to be Alba, actually.

OK.

Let's go.

Alba.

Hey.

Look, obviously, I'm disappointed.

And, uh, I'm smarter and better than you

in every way.

If it couldn't be me, you know.

What are you doing?

Congratulating you, I guess, on being a worthy

adversary.

One sec.

You know, this company is pale as stale

mail to the poor.

Maybe we women need to find a way

to support each other.

Give him hell.

Alba.

This is your moment.

One sec.

Laura, what is this film?

Oh, you haven't seen it?

I wasn't across it.

I didn't know I was going to be

speaking at the premiere.

Just do the usual elegant, stunning, work of

staggering genius.

Alba.

Do something.

OK, um, OK.

He's really proud of the scene by the

lake.

He thinks it shows a kind of tenderness

and eroticism we rarely see on film.

It, um, it dares to be unambiguously sexy

in an often prudish cinematic landscape.

Plus, it's hilarious.

Wait, what?

Your flight's been canceled?

Aren't you going to Alaska?

Alba just wiped the bed in front of

400 journalists with Daddy Coop live-streaming from

his lair.

Sebastian here keeps on calling and calling.

And it's birthday, Laura.

Yeah, I know.

I'll make it up to her in London.

It's golden ticket time, Tony.

Sorry, I couldn't have made that out.

OK, he's now sending a stream of insults

and some pretty offensive tips.

This one's funny.

You know, why aren't you with her, Tony?

I'm here for work.

You're here for, what, a couple of free

Cuba Libres and a belly rub?

Don't fly too close to the sun, they

caress.

Do you think that was meant affectionately?

I don't know what's happening.

Oh, the Pope is dead.

What?

The Pope is dead.

Harvard, PSN, and now the Pope.

What's going on?

It's crazy.

Get the cakes and to Barcelona.

Yeah, on it.

OK, so I've cleared your schedule for the

rest of the week.

Good.

We land at 7.30 Alaska time.

Juan Filibrand should be there to meet us.

So bring your lawyer to dinner affair?

Uh, apparently.

Laura Palmer and Christian Hartle?

Sorry, we're late.

Mr. Hartle is not on the list.

Oh, no, he's with me.

He's my PA.

It's just you and a friend of Mrs.

Snail's.

Well, buy yourself a coat when you land.

I'll see you on the other side, you

horrible cunt.

Hello, would you like a drink?

Hello, sir, would you like a drink?

If you wouldn't mind fastening your seat belts,

we're about to take off.

Yeah, the elegance isn't bad.

The elegance?

The plane.

It's OK.

I myself have a melody.

It's super mid-size, if you understand the

jargon.

So you just died?

Yeah, such a loss.

A loss?

Well, I'm more in the ding-dong camp,

but yeah, you're right.

Life is precious.

Wonder what killed him?

I think he only had one lung.

I had no idea.

And he was really old.

The guy wasn't even 40.

Wait, who are you talking about?

Bart Jagerberg.

What?

Bart Jagerberg?

Yes.

Tell you, that guy sent his last friend

request.

What is going on?

Did someone find untapped oil reserves at the

gates of hell?

Well, in one day, I've risen three places

in the Forbes list.

I think this is going to be a

very good year.

Happy birthday, dear Anna.

Happy birthday to you.

I'll go on and blow your candles.

Just sign the papers and let her live

with me in London, Tony.

I'm not going to make you say it,

but we both know you'd be relieved.

Nora, I will sign the papers.

And Anastasia will be, that's it.

Okay.

Well, when I get back from Alaska, we'll

just send in the lawyers.

And I wonder who wins.

My lawyer or your lawyer.

We have a life, Barcelona.

Oh, no, it's been me all along.

Your phone, please.

So this new thing I'm running.

What does it do?

Yeah.

Snail's expanding the company's philanthropy department on a

pretty aggressive scale.

So you continue to support filmmakers, but you

balance it with your new front management duty.

Listen, nobody loves charity more than me, but,

like, really?

If you won executive, you'd be entitled to

a top-up race car.

A company credit card with a 50 grand

a month spending cap and a five-bedroom

apartment on Hyde Park Corner.

And the salary is, well, let's just say,

no one of us stepped up.

Well, that's...

Yeah, that, that...

Yep.

Just pull it together, okay?

Don't screw this up for the both of

us.

I am fucking together!

Whoo-hoo!

Go, go, go!

Go, go!

Come on, come on, please.

Come on, puppies.

Next time, two more dogs, please, OK?

No.

There he is.

First gold hunters in Alaska arrived to temperatures

of 35 below zero.

Unpredictable blizzards, ferocious and violent competition.

Thousands died en route.

And those that made it dug into the

night, knowing that if they waited till summer,

someone would beat them to it.

I had this replica of Snail Town, or

Camp Freedom, as I'm told.

It was colloquially known, built so that I

would never forget the blood, gristle, and flesh

expended on this ground by men like my

great-great-grandfather, Zebulon Snail.

Come.

His fortune.

Come on.

It didn't fall from the sky.

No.

No.

He dug every scrap of it out of

the frozen dirt until he could hold it

in his hands.

Come on.

There's a disease at work in our world,

a virus that's gnawing away at the very

foundations of global, free-market democracy.

That virus is fragility, laziness.

All these drug-taking, lap-sitting, mummy-mummy

feather-fucked, using words like equality, diversity, trauma

as a cheap hat and moustache disguised with

a good old-fashioned communist cabal.

People claim, these elites claim, that hard-working

citizens like you and I are the problem.

Really?

Really?

Oh, well, really.

No, we're really the solution.

The progress is profit-driven.

It's made by men like Zebulon, who hired

freed slaves to work in his mines to

give them a chance to earn their own

fucking bread.

Whites, blacks, ex-cons from Mexico fought shoulder

to shoulder to persuade the natives towards relocation.

They were brothers, these men.

Zebulon made them so.

That is how progress is made, my friends,

by man making it.

So, that's why you, my most trusted colleagues

and brightest sparks are here today.

I want you to head up a new

independent division of our company.

It's somewhat of an image makeover for our

little enterprise.

It's gonna be focused on social interests.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Renewable energy, infrastructure, philanthropy, and you'll all have

shares in it.

Let's show these red pests that the free

market is, has always been, the greatest driver

of innovation and fairness that humanity has come

up with.

The human urge to make a buck.

It ends wars.

It keeps the peace, cures diseases, breaks down

borders.

Let's show the world that gold is found

on this planet by men prepared to step

out into the cold.

A swindler acts...

at the ground.

Sir, excuse me.

So, the offer is stock options in a

division with basically zero profit potential.

Mr. Yee, is it?

Mr. Yee thinks I'm a cocktease.

No, Mr. Yee.

Oh.

Mr. Yee, just think of the shares as

a way of feeling part of a family.

I'll also triple your wages with benefits, and

I'm not talking street corn or dental insurance.

Yeah, that should reach the squeakier wills, if

you will.

So...

gentlemen, ladies, please take ownership of your new

stock.

Is Captain Crunch for real?

Look for yourself.

Yes.

Congratulations, Laura.

You made it in time.

Do you have a cigarette I can borrow?

Thank you.

Try to live longer.

Gold, isn't it?

I like it.

You're the one who likes butting heads with

my son and sends him crying home to

Dada.

Parma.

Laura.

You know what my son makes his PA

do?

He makes her take 32 pills a day

just so he can drink her piss.

Can't have that freak running something as important

as this.

Apparently they've started calling him the Chicken Coop

because he's so full of crap.

My daughter is a mystery to me as

well, sir.

I've heard there's an auction going on at

Buckingham Palace.

All the proceeds go into some charity or

other.

Inside the palace?

Yes, they're opening it up especially, apparently.

It's high profile.

It's a good opportunity for us to assert

our new division.

Take one of the choppers over to the

jacket anchorage.

Sell it to Reed on the fly.

Bid high, bear no expense and crush any

opposition.

I need us to make a splash here.

Do you understand?

How old is your daughter?

Anna.

She's 16.

But I've recently started to suspect that she's

been possessed by some sort of evil, demonic

spirit.

Read the book.

Pass it on.

Do it soon.

Pass it on?

It's in every bookshop in the world!

Look, it's in every bookshop in the world!

Don't be afraid.

That's it.

That's it.

He's sending me to Sicily to audit a

couple of refugee camps.

I thought African migrants were just something you

pretend to feel bad about at cocktail parties.

Turns out they can also make you rich.

Win-win, I guess.

Come on, it's a joke.

Hi, it's Anna.

Leave a message.

Anna's not answering.

Is she with you?

Laura, it's the middle of the night.

Anna had to study, so she's sleeping at

a friend's house.

You know, she's got these things called exams.

Which friend?

Lily.

Mira?

The one who reads crayons?

That's Laura.

That was like ten years ago.

Is this urgent?

I just got some good news.

The kingdom of heaven has fallen.

It's Anna.

Leave a message.

Anna, call me back ASAP, okay?

We need to talk.

Have you seen the news?

Do we know what's going on?

Nothing.

The whole thing's been overblown.

For my money, it's a bunch of seventeen

-year-old coders playing God in their mother's

face.

And the auction's still on.

Yeah, but I don't want to fuel the

panic.

The king's indisposed, but they're sending a prince

or a duke.

Why aren't we moving?

You made it.

Don't stress.

We're not in a rush anymore.

Everything's fine, isn't it?

Everything's fine.

You think of me as rich?

Yes.

Not really.

I'm uncomfortable, maybe, but even now it's nothing

compared to some people.

I'm on my way, but I'm still decades

off of being, like, you know, actually rich.

Yes, of course.

But you're still rich.

Middle class.

Not as middle class, for sure.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

This gown is so beautiful.

Two hundred.

Two hundred and fifty.

Three hundred.

Three hundred and fifty.

Four hundred.

Coming once at four hundred thousand.

Coming twice at four hundred thousand.

Sold for four hundred thousand five, ladies and

gentlemen.

Our next item is a copy by an

unknown artist of the celebrated Raft of the

Medusa by French romantic painter Théodore Géricault.

This item has also been donated by the

Royal Family.

The painting depicts a tragic shipwreck of the

frigate Medusa off the coast of Mauritania on

July 5th, 1816.

Without enough boats for all those on board,

146 men and one woman were forced to

take refuge on a makeshift raft upon which

nearly all of them perished.

Now, today we are going to open the

bidding at fifty thousand pounds.

Thank you.

One hundred.

One hundred and fifty.

Two hundred to the lady.

Two hundred and fifty.

Three hundred.

Three hundred and fifty.

Four hundred to the lady.

Four hundred and fifty.

Five hundred.

Five hundred and fifty.

Six hundred.

What?

Where are you?

Going once at two million pounds.

Going twice at two million.

Hello?

Are you there?

Sold for two million pounds to the lady

who's...

I don't do the work that I do.

Anna, I've just spent two million pounds.

I've been painting.

It's for charity.

What charity?

Oh, I feel...

Two fucking million, Anna.

You've got to get over here.

The life we're going to lead.

It's like...

It's like dream time.

Everything we've ever wanted.

Mum, maybe we should talk about this another

time.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I know you're at your friends.

But you've got friends here too.

And you'll make more.

And you can fly back to Barcelona any

time you like.

Okay?

I promise.

Mum, you've clearly had a very frightening day.

I drink this wine even if I need

for...

Severus wanted this for you for so long.

Hello?

Hello?

Mum?

Are you okay?

Mum?

The government has decreed three days of national

warning.

It is a time, they say, in which

the country must come together.

Thank you, John.

Yes, the government have raised the terrorist threat

level...

What the fuck is going on?

What?

Although neither Biden nor Xi Jinping have made

any public appearances, Washington and Beijing have confirmed

suspicions of terrorist activity and given the military

funds to investigate the toxic agent responsible.

Billionaires go missing while the authorities...

Early symptoms are reported to include...

A strange glow from the tea.

The pool is still open.

Who do you think is going to...

Rarely across the country...

Billionaires make massive donations to the state.

Financial activity suspended across OECD countries.

We need immediate...

Medical care and police protection.

Police protection.

Oh, my God.

This is a terrorist act.

Targeting our economic reference points, then where does

that leave us?

We could be facing a financial crisis like

we've never seen before.

A barricade is not their reference point at

all.

There is zero evidence that this is in

fact a terrorist attack.

Oh, hang on, let me finish.

Oh, hang on, let me finish.

It looks like a virus, it's acting like

a virus, and every day it's becoming more

like a virus that's attached to the social

elites.

Okay?

Not only do you say that, and not

ruling out the possibility of a terrorist threat,

but the information they're giving us is consistent

with that.

What I'm saying is, if this is cut

out, what we need to know as soon

as possible is whether whatever is killing the

billionaires is going to be contagious to the

rest of us as well.

Of course it is.

They've got to start rounding them up.

If it's just one group, I'll come up

together.

Contain it.

I can't do another full lockdown.

Anna?

Hi, Andrea.

Mom?

Anna's here with me, she's fine.

She's there with you?

Why is she there with you?

Put her on.

She doesn't want to talk to you right

now.

She's going to spend a few days out

here.

It sounds like you and Tony are managing

this divorce quite terribly.

What?

No.

You get her back to Barcelona right now,

Mom.

You get your grubby hands off my family,

Mom!

Oh, God!

Of all the places she could go, she

goes to my mother's.

Who's into you, huh?

No, of course it's your fault.

No, you're not going there without me.

Granny McPhee needs a united front.

I'll be in Barcelona tonight.

Yes, I'll be in Barcelona tonight.

Give me a flight to Barcelona.

Yeah, okay, I'll wait.

Laura.

Yeah, thank you.

Miss Palmer.

Miss Palmer, hi.

Congratulations.

How are you feeling?

Apparently you met with Mr Snail Senior today.

Is the meeting still on?

We're still waiting for a few heads of

department.

But did you get to talk to him?

One-on-one, in close proximity?

Is Baby Coop here?

Yes, he is, but he is a little

unsettled.

Miss Palmer, maybe don't.

It might be contagious.

Oh.

Guten Tag, Madame Fuhrer.

Or should I say, Auf Wiedersehen?

What are you doing?

I'm vacating.

I'm making space.

No, I'm serious.

I'm out.

You're in.

All hail.

They left me in charge of one measly

subdivision.

There's no reason we can't have a great

working relationship across departments, you know?

I really value your skills and experience.

Oh, my skills and experience?

That is, wow.

Do you mind if I record that and

set it as my ringtone?

Listen to it late at night when I'm

feeling all fuzzy.

You know what?

I'm drunk enough.

Let's fuck already.

Come on.

Okay, well, you know that my dad's a

bastard.

But he's a commendably consistent one.

Practically drinks the blood of his enemies with

his morning turmeric.

Has done for half a century now.

One teensy-tiny rumor, one tweet-tweet game

of Chinese whispers and Attila the Hun's running

for the hills.

Drunk as gold.

And any snaky-climby peasants that are too

gaga for a title bump to ask any

questions.

Congrats on your stock appreciation, by the way.

You should buy yourself a new watch.

What are you talking about?

Old Blackbeard himself, my dear papa, has performed

financial harakiri on the family fortune.

He's also fired, um...

Oh, me.

Effective immediately.

All because he's scared of some plague.

Sebastian Snail burns 30 bills over some internet

astute, you know.

No, no, no, don't worry about me.

I'm fine.

Yeah, you see, I've been planning on being

disowned for years.

Thank God.

You know, diverting company cash into my own

private investment fund.

Hopefully it'll be enough for a smaller, more

intimate castle.

Fuck.

I suppose in his own whacker way, this

is his way of trying to protect me.

Hold on.

Or maybe it's even because he loves me?

Or what it's worth?

Well, anyway, he decided that cash wasn't the

same thing as love, and he's just given

you loads of it.

So, enjoy!

What?

Laura, they've declared a state of emergency, so

every single flight is cancelled.

Find me something.

Alright?

Private jet, magic carpet, I don't care what

it costs.

The more the better.

Okay.

Christian?

Get out of here as soon as you

can.

Okay.

Hey, Laura.

We'll be just fine.

Okay.

There's a breeze down the air!

Just, uh, what's happening to my stock?

What do you mean, what happens to my

stock?

Without the fucking vegans?

Throw them a carrot.

Boil them alive!

Check my stock.

You don't, you don't reach, man.

No.

Laura?

I wish.

Laura, are you there?

Sorry, it's, it's, uh, my boss.

I'm a pa.

Can you hear me?

Yep.

So, yeah, you're right, there has been some

movement.

Um, you know, after your signature, the parent

company must have capitalized in favor of the

subdivision you have stated.

Okay, so...

You were talking about shares or something?

Yeah.

So right now, your holding is worth nine

hundred million dollars.

Under any other circumstances, I'd say let's pop

the campaign, but...

Now, you, uh, you're talking about stocks here.

You're rich.

Are we fucked here?

There's no way of reneging on the contract.

I don't think so.

And with the markets closed, the value of

the stock is frozen.

The only way I can think of to

reduce your wealth is the good old-fashioned

one, spending it.

Or, I suppose, giving it away.

If you can find some bastards who'll take

it off your hands, that is.

Okay, I need you to do something for

me.

Send it to Melissa and Legal.

Laura Palmer, you have been listed among a

number of strategic figures for special protection.

We can take you to a secure location,

or if you prefer to remain in your

own home, you'll be confined here under our

protection.

Do you understand?

We're here for your safety.

Thank God.

Would you like to come with us?

Um, yes.

I think that would be best.

I've been really afraid here, so...

Um, just let me get my things.

Okay.

Is this the only thing going to Barcelona?

Oh, no, no, no.

That's great.

That's great, Christian.

Um, Melissa from Legal is going to give

you an envelope for me, all right?

Okay, great.

Meet me there.

Thank you.

The Prime

Minister has strongly warned the public against victimizing.

This comes after a slew of reports of

civilians threatening the lives of the wealthy in

attempt to contain the virus.

A list of millionaire home addresses was anonymously

posted on social media sites...

...reporting shortages after blazes in Knightsbridge, Chelsea, Marlborough...

My passenger, she's going with you, okay?

Not me.

That's your small fortune, but you've got a

sense.

This thing can make it to Barcelona?

Yes, that's what they said.

I'm friends with the owners.

I've just been on the phone to them.

My wife and I have already paid.

Fucking let us on now!

Thank you for this, Christian.

For everything.

Whatever you need, boss.

I hear those papers.

If you want to keep your job, fucking

let us on now.

Little and I am first!

Get that dog away from me.

Animals bring disease.

There's no worse animal in this world than

a man with no manhood.

Fuck!

Just go!

Christian, I'm so grateful!

Just go!

Get in!

Get in!

I just...

I have one more favor to ask, okay?

Tony's crushing me in these divorce talks.

He's gunning for everything I've got.

I just...

I need you to temporarily take hold of

my assets just until the agreement's done.

Keep your filthy hands off our future.

You just need to write your name up

here and then sign and initial at the

bottom, okay?

You!

You!

One at a time!

Come on!

Come on!

Close the door!

Close that door right now!

Tony, I'm on my way, okay?

I'm at...

Meet me at the Barcelona airport in six

hours.

Barcelona airport!

Six hours!

You're at my mom's.

Okay.

We'll just put Anna in the car and

come meet me.

Tony, please.

Just come get me, okay?

I need you.

Tony!

Oh, my God.

And what if we were too hasty then?

Maybe we should have taken the government's protection.

They haven't come to protect you.

They're guarding every jet and yacht in the

southeast.

They want to shut us down, lock us

in, leave us to die.

Well, that's completely hysterical.

That's the British Army, not some street gang.

Wake up, Grandad.

The Bastille has fallen and they're greasing up

the guillotine.

Come on!

I'll have you know that my cousin works

for the Home Secretary.

He's lying, babe.

They all are.

All right.

Rain it in.

It's just a moment of insurgence.

The armed forces will soon get it under

control.

There's a head.

Cyber-terrorists.

The truth will come out and it'll all

settle down.

Here we all are, fleeing the country in

a shaky, antique teapot.

Face the facts.

This isn't a lunchtime fire drill.

There's a new virus out there.

And they, the people, have got it in

their stupid, tiny heads that it's spreading through

the rifts.

They'll burn us all to stop an outbreak.

That's absurd.

Nobody's thinking that.

I'm not even super, super rich.

I mean, everyone who's died earns way more

than me.

That guy.

He earns more than me.

That's not true.

I'm having a very media career.

I am nothing compared to both of you.

What does rich even mean?

When will the customer find distinctions to the

pitchfork people?

We're all the same to them.

It's lizard brain fear, hot-tubble mob mentality,

burning in a fire of decades.

Centuries' worth of...

Oh, God!

...fart-hate, jealousy, and what?

Look at him!

His teeth!

Oh, my God!

His teeth!

Oh, my God!

He's contaminated!

Get him off the plane!

He's contaminated!

Do something!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

What are you doing, you idiots?!

Shut that door down!

Shut that fucking door down!

Shut that fucking door!

Shut that fucking door!

Oh, my God!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Montjuic.

Ford's complex on a hill.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Look at this.

24 hours, not a minute longer.

They won't wait.

Tony, I'm going out the back door, all

right?

Hurry.

Hurry.

I'll send you my location.

The front window blocked here.

Please leave a message after the tone.

No!

It's chaos.

Chaos out there.

IT repairmen foaming at the mouth, demanding the

skulls of the rich.

Anyone with money has been taken away, whole

families.

And no-one's daring to go to work

in case they aren't over the threshold.

Not that anyone knows what the threshold is,

or if there even is one.

It's a fucking grapevine jungle.

It's just a good job that this all

happened before your emotion went through.

This is another police checkpoint.

This is the third one today within two

blocks.

This can't be fucking happening.

What are you doing?

What's in there?

What's in that bag?

Laura, what's in the backpack?

Nothing.

It's just clothes.

What are you doing?

It's just clothes.

Get off!

What's in it?

I'm...

What are you trying...

What are you doing with all this stuff?

The banks were closed.

What did you expect me to do?

Honey, you...

You...

You make a mess, you know?

Get out of here, please.

Get out of here.

Go over there, please.

Open your mouth.

They're clean.

Excuse me.

Documentation, please.

We're looking for our daughter.

She's in the camps.

Documentation, ma'am.

Thank you.

Documentation, please.

Documentation, please.

We invested in research.

We strengthened all emergency protocols.

The virus seems completely resistant to financial aid.

It's attacking the heart of our social security

system.

Effectively, we can't give any partial trust.

And we are trying to purchase and distribute

medical supplies, but no company will take our

payments.

We've surrendered all stress management tools of our

disposal.

The more we invest, the more we are

simply fanning the flame.

In the last pandemic, Greece saw doctors and

nurses stepping up, putting themselves in harm's way

for the greater good.

And yet now, when it's their turn to

step up to the plate, the rich are

closing down their businesses, destroying their assets in

an attempt to save their own skin.

Hey.

Hola, cariño.

Could you hand me that green pot of

paint there?

I'm so happy that you're home.

How was your flight?

Not too turbulent, I hope.

The winds have been wild.

You look good.

How long has it been?

You need to stop messing around.

Oh, come on, honey.

Don't be so boring.

What's a little giggle before the stoning begins?

She's my kid.

And she's safe and sound.

Okay, I know indoctrination is your favorite little

hobby, but do we think this is maybe

a little bit insensitive to be feeding a

teenager?

People are dying.

Yeah.

Thousands of bodies in the Mediterranean.

Millions of people starving to death.

Our planet is on fire.

All while your pals in power continue to

line their pockets.

People who thought that they were untouchable, but

they're not.

It's a hate symbol.

Yes, and I'm glad that's coming across.

What about you?

Claiming the moral high ground?

Boo-hoo.

People are dying.

And I'm not a self-interested little snake

charmer who's too busy and too important.

Anna is fine.

Take a look around.

You don't see anybody eating anyone here.

Right?

Do you want me to get you some?

Laura Palmer.

You changed your name, but you keep your

watch.

I can still remember when you bought it

when you first went to Spain, Jake.

Laura was a terrible choice, as it turns

out.

That's what happens when you're brought up in

a dark hole like this one, cut off

from the rest of the world.

Well, I like it.

Espero que te guste.

Gracias.

Tengo una teoría.

Empieza en la cima.

Los multimillonarios de las tecnológicas y los varones

del petróleo.

Y luego, despacito, despacito, empieza a bajar.

La realeza, los banqueros.

¿Cuándo te toca a ti, Laura?

Still no signal.

Here you go.

Careful, it's hot.

Oh, that's nice.

My father painted that.

Oh, did he?

I mean, it's a catchy slogan.

I don't know how it would read in

the winter.

I presume he's still painting it on every

wall he finds, wherever he is.

Okay.

Come on.

No, okay, fine.

Tony.

Yeah?

What?

I'm incredibly rich.

Yeah, rich enough to keep your passport in

your pocket at the checkpoint.

That rich?

Fuck.

Oh, God, it's horrible.

I tried to palm it all off on

Christian.

Christian as in your assistant to Christian?

Jesus fucking Christ, Laura.

I got my lawyer to drop transfer papers

and everything.

I'm...

God.

What if I'm carrying it?

You know, what if I brought it here

to you and...

Look, look.

We don't know anything about this thing.

We don't even know if it's contagious, so...

No, I should go.

Get that out of your mind.

No, I should leave.

I should go.

I should turn myself in.

Turn yourself in to who?

Who are you going to turn yourself in

to?

You can't go.

You're not going anywhere.

Don't be ridiculous.

Laura!

Tony.

I've been asking to tell you that you

all have to leave.

What?

There are checkpoints along the road.

So they're following us.

They are not exactly successful.

What do you mean, what do you mean?

What's going on here?

Well, he's saying that we have to leave.

Not you, Marta, but they have to go.

No, no, no.

There was a boat.

We had your army, but it wouldn't have

teamed up with him.

No, no, they're not going anywhere.

The people are afraid.

Paolo, there is no place for her to

go.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

Tony and Anna are going to stay and

I will leave.

That is absolutely not, absolutely not.

You're not going to leave now.

Don't, don't, don't, don't.

You are not going anywhere.

Okay.

Okay.

It's okay.

Don't be, calm down.

Get along, go, go, go, go.

Stick together.

We can't just stick together.

We are not going to go anywhere.

Now, look, there's a child here.

It is fine.

It is okay.

You need to stop shouting now.

Everyone come inside so we can talk about

this sensibly.

I'm sorry.

We're stuck in the port of Marseille.

Can't get out, eh?

I don't know how I'm taking my chance,

but I don't know if anyone's listening.

It's a letter for my brother.

Thank you.

Sorry.

How are we going to live?

People will die.

How are we going to get out of

this crisis?

Fire.

If everybody's afraid of profits, if nobody wants

anything...

A grave.

Where will that leave us as a species?

Fire.

End of transmission.

Good luck.

So, where are we headed?

Tanzania.

Tanzania?

In this?

I have a friend who lives in the

mountains in Tanzania, Lenzo.

He lives in a big house that he

built himself that's completely self-sufficient.

I think it's safe, and I think he'll

take us in until we get back on

our feet.

You're talking about the other side of the

globe.

I mean...

I know.

Let's sail to North Africa, and if we

find a safe place, we'll stay.

And if not, we continue on to Tanzania.

Good idea.

I mean, if you two have any other

good ideas, I'm all ears, okay?

Look, put the engine into neutral.

What was that?

Doesn't seem to be any damage.

What?

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my God, look.

Look, someone there.

There's somebody.

Oh, no.

Oh, my

God.

Hello?

Hello?

Six days at sea.

No help.

What's your name?

How long do you hope?

A lot's happened while you've been out here.

They're European refugees.

We seek asylum.

We are unsayably grateful for your mercy and

your kindness and your hospitality.

Veniamo della Spagna.

La Libia non accetta refugiati, ancora meno europei.

The Libyans aren't accepting any refugees.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Per favore, per favore.

Siamo solo da passaggio.

Non vogliamo restare in Libia.

La satelite arriva sulla costa e...

Mettetele a nascondere la negra.

Per noi, la Caronia è bianca.

He says the rock is white.

What?

Come on.

Yalla.

Yalla.

Yalla.

What?

Africa.

What?

Africa.

Where?

Go.

Yalla.

What?

Swim.

Yalla.

Yalla.

No.

No.

I don't want to.

Gate of

Europe, island of Lampedusa, Italy.

A monument for the migrants dead and disappeared

at sea.

Passport.

We don't have passports or any documents because

our boat sank.

EU, yeah.

This way?

Yeah.

Yes.

Get off me.

Hey, EU?

No, no, she's with us.

I'm sorry, she's...

That girl, she's with us.

I mean, that's blatant racial segregation.

Good line, bad line.

They get to leave.

You...

Hey, hey, hey.

Calm down.

It's fine.

I'm okay.

We're doing the best we can.

We lost contact with the mainland four days

ago.

We don't want to go back to Europe.

Ship sailing south only accepts citizens of African

countries.

Yes, of course.

Okay, come on.

There's got to be a way.

There's got to be a way.

Please.

Help us out, okay?

If the reason lies outside our jurisdiction, I'm

sorry.

Okay.

Look, I am a...

I'm a...

I recently made a very large charitable contribution

to charities that work all across Africa, the

places that we're talking about.

It was a total, selfless, charitable donation, and

I would normally never ask for anything in

return, but this is the situation.

And it's got to count for something.

That's not how he works here.

Well, look, have you got any food that

you can give us?

We haven't eaten properly for days.

Food is distributed first thing in the morning

on the field.

On the field, okay.

And what about somewhere to sleep?

What do we do about that?

And do you have face masks or PPE?

Like, something, man.

Come on.

We don't even have contraceptive injections.

Put her on your ear.

What's that?

Snail poison.

There's shining apples in the orchard.

Any idea how to get off this island?

I heard there's a ship to Tripoli tomorrow.

Do you know what it's like in Africa?

No one's escaped it.

Poorer countries, though, are resisting.

Wealthier ones, as bad as you are, are

the cities of burning.

Avoid at all costs.

I tried the boats yesterday.

They only take efforts.

What do we...

If you arrive, we'll stay on the beach.

Find some kind of shelter, anything.

And don't come out.

Hey, next time the nutty professor gives us

a reading assignment...

I'll read the fucking cripples.

I think something might be about to happen,

maybe tomorrow morning.

I want you to know that I do

wish that things could have worked out differently,

you know?

I mean, I don't think I was in

the wrong, but I don't think you were

either.

And I need Anna to know that I

know that I have you.

You can help me out at all here,

Tony.

What do you want?

Looks like you finally have the rich husband

you always wanted.

What have you done?

Where's the contract?

I gave it to Pablo.

It's done.

It's done, Laura.

I don't want her to see.

Tell me why.

You showed me where it was.

The contract.

You showed me where it was.

And you knew that if I saw it,

I'd sign it.

You knew, so you showed me where it

was.

Tony, no.

It's okay.

Tony, I would never do that.

I would never...

It's okay, Laura.

It's okay.

I would...

It's okay.

It's okay.

Do you know that in the normal world,

I sincerely believed that she was better off

with me, but here...

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

Will you please promise me that you'll keep

her safe?

Find some remote place far from here and

start again.

Keep our daughter safe.

Tony.

No, no!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Anna!

Please, please!

Please, get off me!

Please let me go!

Please!

Augh!

No!

Ahh!

Ugh!

Oof!

Oof!

Whoooo!

You each

have a map, if we get split up,

make your way to the meeting point.

Come on, come on!

Stop!

Look, look there!

I see that!

Silence!

Stop talking!

Nana!

Asif!

Asif!

Asif!

Asif!

Stop talking!

Nora!

I'm sorry!

Nora!

Nora, we need to go!

We don't have time for this!

Nora!

She didn't want you to know, but it

was the only way we could stick it.

Bonsoir.