All language subtitles for Domain 2016

A powerful new
strain of influenza

has killed more than
5,000 people in Egypt,

according to reports
out of Cairo.

New cases of Saharan flu

were reported in France,
Spain, Germany, and Italy.

The flu is spreading

beyond doctors' abilities
to contain it.

The flu has reached U.S. shores,

with cases reported in...

We have reports that a million

have died in the Middle East.

And San Francisco.

We have reports that a
million have died...

The World Health Organization

warns that this could be a
civilization-ending event.

This could be a
civilization-ending event.

Riots are breaking out
across the country,

as people desperately
try to secure

life-support bunkers
for their families.

To ensure survival
of the human race.

The World Health Organization
has started construction

on half a million
underground bunkers.

Scientists are searching
desperately for a cure,

but they warn that
Saharan flu mortality

could be 100 percent.

Authorities promise
lottery winners

will have access to
bunkers within 24 hours.

Survive.

With an estimated three
billion dead worldwide,

it is unclear if the bunkers
will be finished in time.

Authorities promise
lottery winners

will have access to
bunkers within 24 hours.

This is our final broadcast.

Good luck, and Godspeed.

I'm thoroughly disgusted.

I... I don't even know if I
can look at you the sa...

Cool it! You're gonna
give yourself a stroke.

And at your age,
Atlanta, you need

- to take care of yourself.
- You seem very calm

for someone who just
confessed to murder.

I mean, I get bored. I do...
I do some bad shit.

Ain't never hurt none of y'all.

You've hurt us now.
Now we can't pretend

- you're not such a bad guy.
- Come on.

- You knew I was a bad guy.
- Right.

But now we can't pretend...

You know, I'm... I'm
almost flattered

by that, Denver, but, honestly,

I could care less
what you think.

You couldn't care less.

- What?
- The phrase,

it's you couldn't care less.

Saying you could care less
means that you actually care.

Well, how about I don't
give a rat's ass?

- You like that, Denver?
- That's actually better.

- Congratulations.
- You starting shit

just for kicks, Orlando?

That's classy, man.
Keeping it mature.

What, you think I'm here
to entertain y'all?

Nah. Just think you're
one fucked-up dude.

You sure you're not talking
about yourself there, hombre?

Hey, only God can judge us, man.

You know, I've been staring
at your boring, mopey faces

on this little digital
box for half a decade.

I mean, it's time for
a change, right?

Some truth, some honesty.

You don't give a
shit about honesty.

You just like the sound
of your own voice.

That hurts me, Chicago.

I value honesty.

It's what separates the
men from children.

Hmm, real men don't lie.
Is that it?

Yeah, that's what little, uh,

pissy babies like
you say, right?

That's why you're a child...

and I'm a man.

You never did fit in with us.

- This explains so much.
- Ah, that really means a lot

coming from you there, Atlanta.

I mean, there's no way in
hell you could survive

- out there in the real world.
- We are all survivors.

I'm talking about
living in the shit.

Atlanta here, she
ain't never lived

- in no shit!
- It's no excuse

- for what you've done.
- But least I own it!

How many people have
you killed, anyway?

Ah, to be honest, 15.

I don't know. Maybe 20,
if you want to be real.

- Oh, my God.
- "Oh, my God." Are you serious?

Come on. Most of them were
bank robberies gone bad.

Okay, I'm sorry. Hold on.

There was a time that
I did it for sport,

and to tell you the truth,
it was actually fun.

I am trying to find a way
to pray for your soul...

but I'm not even sure
if you have one.

Oh, and this is coming from
the mother of the year.

What's it like to, uh,

think about those
three precious angels

up there, dead with
everyone else?

- How dare you?
- No, I mean, I'm just asking.

I mean, they were...
They were kids, right?

I mean, that is a hell of a way
to go, especially being so young.

Dude!

Too far, man. That's fucked up.

But that's what I'm talking about.
It's the truth!

Hey, the truth! And none
of you want to hear it!

You know what? You're right.

I don't want to hear it.

I have a proposal
for the Domain.

Oh, here it comes, the
bullshit democracy.

Since day one,
Orlando's been nothing

but a thorn in our sides
and now he's confessing

to brutally murdering
innocent people.

No, no, no. They
weren't all innocent.

We don't have to
listen to it anymore.

We can just ban him and
shut off his feed for good.

Ah! I love it! You can't ban me.

- I can.
- For real?

You can just shut
us off at any time?

It's not that simple, okay?

It's... It's a
hack I came across

after studying the
code for years,

but that doesn't mean
I agree with Boston.

Banning someone is permanent.

We can't come back from it,
so we have to make sure

that this is something
we all wanna do.

So that's why we vote.
It's what we do.

Oh, this... This here,
is a frigging joke.

I have to listen to this
blah-blah-blah bullshit,

day in and day out.

Banning me is not a punishment.

Orlando, banning
you is permanent.

No contact with anybody

for the rest of your
time down here.

That could mean
more than 20 years.

Well, that to me, sounds
like a 20-year vacation.

Who votes to ban Orlando
from the Domain?

I do.

- Me.
- We need one more. Phoenix?

- This feels wrong.
- Be reasonable.

- It's extreme.
- He's extreme.

- No, I can't do it.
- Come on.

He could be alone for decades.
It's not fair.

Maybe he deserves it.

I'm sorry. I can't sign off on this.
No. I vote no.

Denver, I'm assuming you're
voting with Phoenix.

Yes, I am.

That's two against three.

Houston... you're it.
What's it gonna be?

Ah, fuck, man, I don't... I
don't wanna be the last vote.

- You gotta do it.
- Shit.

I can't, man. I ca...
I can't vote.

You know, let me make
this easy for all of you.

Do it.

- Ban me.
- Wow. I wasn't expecting that.

Shut him down.

No, I won't do it until
Phoenix says it's okay.

It's not up to her. We voted.
It's over.

He's right, Denver.
It's not up to me.

Unplug it, Denver.

Did I ever tell you
guys I'm a psychic?

I could read minds
and the future.

You want me to tell you
what the future holds

- for all of you?
- Denver, unplug him now.

Pain and suffering,

a life of shit like you
could never imagine,

nothing but pure misery.

And you know what really...
It pisses me off,

because I'm not gonna
be here to witness it.

Done.

Amen.

You awake?

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Pretty restless.

Yeah. Today was, uh, was rough.

Mm-hmm.

Did you agree with me?

Yeah, of course.

I wouldn't have done it
unless you said it was okay.

I know.

But did you actually
agree with my point?

Yeah. I mean, I was...

I was torn. You know, I can see

where the others
are coming from.

People make mistakes.

We've all made mistakes.

So no one should
ever be punished?

I'm not saying that, no.

I guess I just don't
feel comfortable...

judging.

You gotta remember,
Phoenix, he's not dead.

Okay? He's still in a bunker
in Florida in some marsh,

spouting his redneck bullshit
philosophies to himself,

so don't lose too
much sleep over it.

And who knows? This could
be over in a year, right?

Wouldn't even matter.

That would be so nice.

Do you ever think about just

what it would be like to...

be in the same room together...

all the time?

No more... screens...

be able to touch you?

- Never.
- Mm.

Of course I do.

It's what keeps me looking
forward to the future.

I love you, Phoenix.

I love you, too.

Please dispense Supplival.

Please dispense Supplival.

Supplival dispensed.

- Morning.
- Hey.

- Did you sleep okay?
- Not really.

Was it another dream
about your mom?

What about your mom?

Well, thank you for
interrupting, Boston.

Morning to you, too, Denver.

You know, do you ever consider...
I don't know,

maybe not barging in on
a private conversation?

Hey, if you two have
a secret to share,

you can always start
your own chat room.

Common feed is fair game.

Oh, wow.

This migraine.

Eighty percent of
migraines result

- from dehydration.
- That statistic reeks of B.S.

- Can you prove me wrong?
- Yeah,

but I don't have time.

Good morning, angels.

Mommy has a headache.

Fuck, man!

Fuck! This sleep cycle's
fucking bullshit!

Look what the cat dragged in.

Get off my back, Boston.
Slept like shit.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say you looked hung over.

Man, I wish.

Uh, wow, like a
couple of bottles

and some bitches, shit.

We could have ourselves a
party, right, Atlanta?

You know what, Houston? I'm
not even gonna dignify that

- with a response.
- Aw, you love me.

Oh, fuck!

God, I hope this fucking
shit doesn't keep up.

You can't sleep, put a
blanket over your head.

Fuck, I'll put a blanket
over your mom's head.

The sleep cycle

doesn't just affect
the lighting, okay?

It... It affects
your inner clock.

- Yeah, what Denver said.
- Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Denver is the resident
expert on everything.

- Well, you said it, not me.
- Chicago.

- Nice of you to join us.
- Give me a break.

Think I have a cold.

You're in a hermetically
sealed environment, so...

that's actually,
physically impossible.

Well, something's
making me sick.

Maybe you should drink
a fucking Supplival,

get some meat on
your weak-ass bones.

- Back off.
- All this doom and gloom.

Everybody cheer up. We're
alive another day.

- Happy now?
- Oui, monsieur.

Phoenix, you still
working on your French?

Oui. C'est bien. Et tu?

Uh, les chatons son...

mignons?

Did you just say that
kittens are cute?

That's, um, not what
I meant to say.

- Well, what did you mean to say?
- Doesn't really matter.

- I'm still learning.
- You know, you've been learning

for two years now

- with no visible progress.
- Denver.

I don't study every day.

- This is just for fun.
- I'm sure that's why you do it.

What's that supposed to mean?

While you two are busy bickering
like an old married couple,

I'm gonna go ahead and
do my morning prayers.

Anybody care to join?

Every morning you ask
us if we wanna pray

and the answer is
always the same.

Isn't that the
definition of psychosis?

I'll pray with you.

- Really?
- Sure.

I don't know any
prayers, though.

That's okay. Uh, I
can send you one.

It's one that, uh, I
used to do with my girls

just before I put them to bed.

Got it?

- Yep.
- Okay.

- O Lord, make me brave.
- Make me brave.

Brave enough to face the dark,

the dark that works
to pull me in.

As the storm rages through...

let me rise above the
gale with bright eyes,

confident Thy way is wise.

Lord, make me brave...

brave to face the murk of life.

Help me with my human plight.

Help me to retain my sight...

to know that from the
dark comes light.

To know that from the
dark comes light.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Thanks, Phoenix. That was nice.

Very nice. Touching, even.

All right, everybody, let's
get ready for the day.

Morning reports, let's hear 'em.

Okay, the Network neutralized

almost three billion Saharan
flu particles overnight.

That's a .009 increase
from yesterday.

A slight uptick.
That's the good news.

Bad news is that works
out to about 19 years

- before total containment.
- Oh, God damn!

I hope that shit picks
up the pace, man.

Well, there was that one night

where it jumped up a
whole percentage point.

Atlanta's on the right track.

We have to stay optimistic

because we do not know what's
gonna happen tomorrow.

Probably nothing,
just like yesterday

and the day before
that, day before that,

Atlanta, you're up.

Okay, so blood
scans look normal.

Except, Phoenix,
your pressure's up.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Maybe I'm not reading it right,

but your brain scan
looks kinda weird.

Maybe someone else should, uh,

- read the brain scan.
- Hey, man, fuck you.

- I can read this.
- Just had a bad dream,

and I'm feeling kind of out of it.
It's probably just that.

Was the bad dream
about your mom?

I'd rather not talk
about it right now.

- Jesus, Boston.
- I'm sorry.

- Wow, that was... That was rude.
- Anyway, moving on.

Bunker population is 489,573,

which is down eight
from yesterday.

That's not good.

- It's probably just a bad night.
- This is so stupid.

We're all looking
at the same numbers

on this tiny, little screen.

Why are we pretending like
we have separate jobs?

Because we have to keep focused.

Each one of us has one
statistic to keep an eye on.

- I don't.
- Yeah, because you didn't wanna

- participate, remember?
- Because it's a waste of time.

No, it is not!

- Ah, shit, no, man.
- You did that on purpose.

Do you like wasting your life?
Here.

Watch an instructional video
you've seen a thousand times.

You need a serious
attitude adjustment.

I'm out. I'll see you
in, like, five minutes.

Why can't you get this
stupid thing to stop?

I thought you'd really,
really like it.

Hello. My name is Nadine,
and I am the designer

of the LSB-300
life-support bunker.

If you're watching this,

the lottery is over and you
are one of the lucky few

who will live through the
Saharan flu epidemic.

You are a survivor.

If need be,

your bunker can keep you
alive for up to 70 years.

Yeah, I tell you, I ain't
gonna last 70 hours

if this shit don't stop.

It'll work itself out.
Just calm down.

Oh, you want to trade bunkers?

To protect you from
surface conditions,

your bunker is 30
feet underground.

The artificial day cycle

will keep your sleep
patterns normal.

Your bunker is stocked

with enough Supplival
powder to last a lifetime.

When mixed with water,
Supplival creates

a delicious shake that's
packed with nutrients

in vanilla, strawberry
or chocolate.

This is so not a
chocolate shake.

The generator powers

the bunker's closed-loop
air and water filtration.

One hundred percent of what
you consume is recycled.

Wait a minute. Does that
mean we drink our own piss?

You just now realized that?

Science is amazing.

The Generator also powers

the atmosphere purifier.

The purifier filters
contaminated air molecules

and strips them off the virus.

The 500,000 bunkers that
make up the network,

operate in tandem to
eliminate the viral threat.

The network generates
an estimate

for how long this process will
take based on daily data,

which you can view on
your statistics terminal.

Solitary habitation is necessary

to ensure that the virus
spreads no further.

To combat the inevitable
sense of isolation,

we created Domain.

Domain is an information

and social networking platform.

Domain also allows full access
to our encyclopedia archives.

Studies found that
groups of seven

create an ideal long-term
social-networking community.

Each group of seven was selected

using algorithms derived from
your personal histories.

Right now, I, too, am
probably living out my days

in an LSB-300 just like yours,

wondering how much longer
I'll be down here.

One thing is certain:

we will eradicate
the Saharan flu.

Your efforts matter. You matter.

We are the survivors.

An Earth free of
this virus awaits.

Humanity is counting on us.

What is it?

I was just thinking,

when we finally get
out of here...

are we gonna call each
other by our real names?

Dean Atkins.

It sounds so strange
coming out of your mouth.

Say mine.

Kimberly Miller.

That sounds so weird.

Let's just stick
with our handles.

Warning. Warning.

Warning. Power backup
below 50 percent.

Charge generator immediately.

Atlanta, you gotta
make this a routine.

- You can't skip any more days.
- I know. I know.

Its's not like I have to watch
my figure for anybody down here.

Warning. Power backup
below 50 percent.

Charge generator immediately.

- Do you guys see this?
- What is it?

My terminal's freaking out.

Oh, that is weird. Mine, too.

Well, now it's... Now
it's totally dead.

- What the fuck?
- This a glitch?

Maybe it's just rebooting.

No, mine's... Mine's
completely off.

This is not good.

These are supposed to
be on all the time.

That's... That's the
whole point, live data.

Fuck is going on?

I mean, first my sleep cycle?
Now this bullshit?

This is affecting all of us.
You know, your sleep cycle,

that's probably
just a malfunction.

How the hell do you know that?
How do you know

someone's not just fucking
with me on purpose?

- Who would do that?
- How about Orlando?

He fucking hates us for sure.

That's it, guys. The end
of days are upon us.

Could really do without
your sarcasm right now.

- I'm not being sarcastic.
- You know, I don't know, guys.

This is making me kind of worry.

Relax. It'll probably
come back on in a minute.

Probably? What do you
mean, "Probably"?

We have no idea if
it'll come back on.

- I'm an optimistic guy.
- We are spread out

over the entire country.

You understand there's no...
There's no actual physical wires

connecting our bunkers.

This has to be a
systemic shutdown.

It's pure speculation.

You know, for a
self-appointed leader,

you are depressingly
short on actual ideas.

Okay, well, what
brilliant suggestions

- do you have then, Denver?
- I'm not saying

I have one. I just don't think
sticking your head in the sand

should be an option.

I think we should turn
Orlando's feedback on.

- What? No... No!
- Why?

Maybe we broke the system
when we banned him.

Think about it.
There are supposed

to be seven of us and right
now, there are only six.

- Maybe we caused the glitch.
- That is pretty thin.

We banned him. We
don't want him here!

Listen, Atlanta, I know. I
don't like him either...

but without the terminal,

we're blind to everything
that's going on outside.

Bringing Orlando back
might fix the problem.

- No, we voted on this.
- Yeah, like, eight months ago.

The ban, it was...
It was permanent.

Denver... you out of all people

have gotta be able
to figure that out.

No, I... I really don't
think that's possible.

Really?

Seriously, you're
not even gonna try.

Yeah, okay...

I'll try but I'm telling
you, everything I know

says that this isn't gonna work.

Well, there you go.
It's a nonissue.

Fine.

Phoenix, what are you doing?

Stop. You... You already
did that today.

Phoenix.

Listen, it doesn't store
extra energy or...

Phoenix.

- Phoenix, why are you mad?
- Because you won't even try.

- I sa... I will try.
- But it won't work.

And so if you don't
think it's gonna work,

then you're not
gonna make it work.

Will you s...

Phoenix, will you stop, please?

Please, just sit
down and talk to me.

I want to help, okay?

Do you?

Yes. Why would you say that?
Of course I do.

Then let me do this
at my own pace.

Okay. I'm not...

trying to force anything.
I... I just wanna help.

I don't know where to start.

This is about your mom, right?

My mom isn't alive.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, she wasn't
alive before all this.

I...

I was in prison when
I won the lottery.

Really?

What happened?

I never knew my dad, 'cause
he died when I was young.

My mom raised me alone.

She worked constantly,
'cause she had to.

I spent a lot of my
teenage years alone...

got in with a bad crowd...

got into drugs, mostly meth.

I lied, stole...

ran away from home
when I was 17...

came back when I OD'ed.

Didn't stop.

Uh, one night...

I got high...

paranoid...

accused my mom of
stealing my stash.

Um...

I went down to the kitchen...

grabbed a paring knife...

went back up the stairs and I...
I stabbed her.

Uh, the drugs were in my
room where I left 'em.

I'm so sorry, Phoenix.

I wish I could hold
you right now.

When did this happen?

I was in prison a year
when the flu hit,

so almost seven years ago now.

The whole Orlando thing
makes a lot of sense now.

Banning him was wrong.

Who am I to judge?

Phoenix, it's not the same.

Yeah, you're right.
What I did was worse.

- Phoenix...
- I'm not looking

for your sympathy.

Lifting the ban on Orlando
is the right thing to do.

Okay.

Okay, you're right.

I will do everything I
can to lift the ban.

I'm lucky to have
you here with me.

I'm the lucky one.

- Phoenix!
- Mm.

- Mm, what's going on?
- Phoenix, hey.

I... I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to scare you.

- Um...
- What time is it?

It's... It's early... Late.

It's late, maybe. I don't know.

I don't know. I've been working
on lifting this ban thing,

but I think I... I
figured it out.

- Did you have any luck?
- I'm not 100 percent sure

that this is gonna work, but...

there is a possibility that I...
I could ban myself

- or one of you guys.
- Okay, well, don't do that.

I know. I... I don't
want to do that,

but are you sure that
we shouldn't tell

the others about this?

Why? So Boston can
tell us not to do it?

- I mean, what's the point?
- Yeah.

Okay. You're right. You're right.
Um...

Here we go.

Orlando.

Orlando, are you there?

Orlando, it's... It's
Phoenix and Denver.

We turned your feed back on.

Can you hear us?

- What are you doing?
- I'm checking the logs

for information.

Come on. Say something.

There's... There's nothing here.

What are you doing?

I don't know. I'm
just looking to see

if I can find something.

There's gotta be something.

- Where is he?
- Maybe he...

- escaped?
- Maybe he's dead.

We have to tell the others.

I'm really disappointed
in both of you.

I thought that you'd
show more respect

for our system, which
we all agreed on,

- by the way.
- We just felt this

was important enough to
make our own decision.

That's not how we do things!

We put you in charge
six years ago.

Maybe it's time we change
some of these old rules.

Oh, I see how you wanna play it.
You wanna be in charge?

Why does anybody have
to be in charge?

I think it's important
that we have a leader.

I mean, personally, I
find it comforting.

You can't figure out
what's up on your own?

Why are you antagonizing me?

- I'm just asking a question.
- No.

- Now you're being disingenuous.
- From where I'm sitting, Boston,

he... He's not in charge
of fucking jack shit, man.

Look, I am really sorry
about your sleep cycle.

I wish there was something
I could do about it.

Stop fucking changing!
You're fucking... I can't!

Stop fucking changing,

you broken piece
of fucking shit!

Houston, calm down.
You're not helping.

I don't give a shit.
I've been awake

for three fucking days. I'm
losing my fucking mind.

This is fucking Orlando.
That's what it is.

What? What are you
talking about?

He's fucking mad at me, 'cause
I fucking voted him out

and now he's fucking with me.

Houston, Houston, you
didn't vote against him.

You didn't vote at all.
Remember?

He voted himself out.

Whoever built this shit,
he's fucking tough, bro.

And he's fucking...

He's doing this shit
to me on purpose...

'cause he fucking hates me.

I mean, why else
is my sleep cycle

fucking doing this shit?

There's a hundred reasons it
could be broken, Houston.

Please, sit down.

I don't like seeing
you like this.

Is there any chance

that Orlando can actually
be in there somewhere?

I mean, there's a possibility
he could be dead or...

I don't know, hiding
from the camera,

but that doesn't seem
like his personality.

Well, what if he
tried to escape?

How could he escape?
The doors are locked.

Has anyone tried their door
since the terminal shut down?

What if it actually opens?

You could be exposed.

Phoenix! Don't.

Phoenix, wait... Wait... Wait!
No, no, no! What are...

Think about it! Think
about what you're doing.

Stop!

Hey.

Hi.

I'm trying to be zen about
what you and Denver did.

We agreed on a hierarchy way
back when all this started,

but all of a sudden,
you and Denver,

you guys decided to
do your own thing.

Well, we've been
in here for years.

Things can't stay
the same forever.

But that doesn't mean you
should do whatever you want,

- whenever you want.
- You know that lifting

the ban on Orlando was
the smart thing to do.

You sound more and more like
him as the years roll on.

- Like who?
- Denver.

I mean, you're two
peas in a pod.

Well, it's no secret
we're together.

"Together."

I mean, what does that
even mean down here?

It means we see a future
with one another.

I will never
understand, why him?

- As opposed to you?
- No, I me... I mean, that's...

- That's not what I mean.
- I'm sorry to be blunt,

but it's absolutely
none of your business.

Look, I'm just worried
about you, okay?

I mean, there's
something about him

that gives me the creeps.
Don't you see that?

No, I don't.

He's never been anything
but supportive and loving.

You never even met
him in person.

I never met you in person and
you expect me to trust you.

What is this about, Boston?

Denver reminds me of my dad,

his looks, his voice, his
mannerisms, everything.

You know, on the surface,

he's really friendly, super
smart, and charming,

but there was something
really fake about it all.

I mean, he was mean as
shit behind closed doors.

You hit this switch and,
snap, he was a monster.

Listen, I always
appreciate your honesty,

and thank you for your concern,

but I know Denver,

and he is nothing like...

your father.

Okay.

What are you thinking
about right now?

You.

I know, but what, specifically?

What it would feel like...

to have my hands all
over your body.

What else?

What your lips would taste like.

And?

What your...

What you would feel
like underneath me.

Taste of your sweat. Mm.

How hard are you fucking me?

Oh, I'm fucking you so hard.

I'm thinking about you
looking back at me.

You gonna come?

I want you to come.

How was that?

Oh, man.

Oh, I hope nobody
plays that back.

Who cares if they do?

I love you so much.

Denver.

Hi.

Hi.

Mm.

Are you reading?

No. No, I was just...
I was at the pool,

- thought I'd do a couple laps.
- Nice.

Oh, let me guess. You're
reading, uh, No Exit.

How many times have
you read that?

I don't know. I lost count.

- Wow. It's that good, huh?
- Yeah. I like it.

You know, it's a...
It's a classic.

What's up?

Do you remember when
we used to record

those private videos?

I do, yeah.

What if Orlando made some of
his own while he was banned?

Do you think you
could access them?

Yeah. I mean, if they're
not hidden very well.

Um...

While I'm doing this,
what made you...

wanna watch those videos?

Just wanted to think
about something nice.

So a video of me getting off, that...
That did the trick?

Oh, totally.

Okay. I got some,
uh, right here.

Oh, I got a bunch. Okay, I...
I'll screen-share it with you.

This one's from a
couple months ago.

Play it.

Day 121. I feel amazing.

I don't think I've ever
been in better shape.

He seems fine.

Guess he wasn't
lying when he said

he wouldn't miss us.

- Well, that was uneventful.
- Play a different one.

Okay.

I did not realize he was
such a workout enthusiast.

Day 186.

Guess what. I'm gonna
be a frigging Hulk

when I get out of here, huh?

Huh?

Oh, I guess...

There's... There's
hundreds of these.

Yeah, it's like Orlando's
video workout series.

Okay, here's the last one.

It's from a few days ago.
It's a much bigger file.

What is this?

I don't know.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Wait. What just happened?

I don't understand.
He... He's gone.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Look at his door.
His door is open.

What do you mean it's...
That's not...

That's not possible.

Wait. Go back to the static.

There. Did you hear that?

- What?
- Yeah. What is that?

- Sounds like screaming.
- Is that Orlando?

- How long is this video?
- It's long.

There's five hours of this.

- Go to the very end.
- Hang on.

See, what I think
is that Orlando set

this whole thing up, all right?
He's the one...

He's the one who put us in here.

He tricked us into thinking
that the Saharan flu is real

and then he made us wait
down here for five years.

- That's a little implausible.
- Houston,

can you try to calm down?

No, you guys don't see
it, but I do, okay?

It makes total fucking
sense to me now,

all right? This is
what he wanted.

He wanted for all of us to
go fucking crazy, okay?

But I fucking... I got it, all right?
I figured it out,

'cause I... I see what
he's doing to us.

Houston, how long has it
been since you slept?

Who the fuck knows, man?
Fuck sleep.

I don't need sleep. Sleep is
for weak-ass motherfuckers

like you guys, okay?
But Orlando's plan,

it blew up in his
fucking face, man,

because I can see what he
fucking did to us, man.

Okay, so this is a big
conspiracy theory.

No, it's not a theory, man.

- I know I'm right.
- You know you're right,

from what, from a... A
door shutting in a video?

You're just too fucking afraid
to fucking admit it, man.

Will you please stop cursing?

My goodness, you're
making my head spin.

Maybe you need an exorcism.

Sweetie, how about
contributing something useful

to a stressful situation?

- This video could be fake.
- How?

- And why?
- That's my point.

- We don't know anything.
- So, what, let me guess.

Your idea is to... To just
sit here and do nothing?

- What other choice do we have?
- Well, you could be

forcibly removed
like Orlando was.

That is pure speculation.

How many times can you
say the same thing?

As many times as I have to to
get you to listen to reason.

Maybe the terminal shut down,

because we don't
need it anymore.

- Maybe the flu is gone.
- Yeah, Atlanta,

maybe we'll all be saved.

Maybe in a few days, we'll
just walk out of here

and everything'll be perfect.

You know, maybe
your little angels

- are alive and all grown up.
- Are you done yet?

Are you done with
your little tantrum?

We need to take action while
we still have control.

Hey, Phoenix, man, I
hate to break it to you,

but we ain't in control
of shit, all right?

Orlando, Orlando's running
this whole fucking game, man.

- He got us beat.
- I hope you're right, Houston.

I really do.

Because that's better
than the alternative.

Well, do you have
a plan, Phoenix?

Yeah. I think we
should find a way out.

You all sound crazy to me.

Maybe the lock that seals
the door can be broken.

Sudden depressurization
could be fatal.

Well, that's a risk that
I'm willing to take.

- In here, we're safe.
- We're not safe

- and that video is proof.
- It doesn't prove

anything. I'm still not
convinced it's real.

What else do you need?

We don't know what's going on.

- We have to do something.
- Okay. Let's vote.

I don't need your permission
to make my own plan.

- Can I have two votes?
- Houston, concentrate.

Stop, officer. Don't shoot me.

I used to say that
shit all the time

when I was a kid. Hey,
you guys ever have

- the cops put a gun on you?
- Houston!

Fuck, man! Fuck, yeah! We escape

and go find that lying
motherfucker, Orlando!

We skin him alive! Sounds
like a fuckin' plan to me!

- He's lost his mind.
- I lost my mind,

then I found it. It's
right here in my head.

Listen, we can't
make any decisions

with Houston like this.

Good evening.

Hi.

What are you doing up?

You know, just checking in.

- Can you even see anything?
- Sort of.

Figured I'd do Boston the
favor of not searching...

- directly in front of his face.
- That's very sweet.

Did you find anything yet?

Nope, not really.

Uh, you know, it is the
middle of the night,

so maybe you should try
and get some sleep.

Yeah.

I can't really sleep.

What's up?

I was trying to remember...

what everyone's real name is.

There's, uh, Barry.

- Raymond.
- Olivia.

- Cedric.
- And then...

Houston.

- What's his real name?
- Huh.

I don't think he ever told us.

Do you hear that?

Yeah, what is that?

Houston.

Oh, no.

Houston.

What is going on?

Oh, shit.

Houston, stop.

Houston.

What the...

You still think we're
safe in here, Boston?

I'm scared.

Me, too.

Who are they?

I don't know. I don't...

People immune to the Saharan flu?
I...

How are they finding
the bunkers?

Maybe they heard
Houston screaming.

I don't know. Let's just...

Let's try and get
some rest, okay?

- Okay.
- Good night.

Good night.

No.

Phoenix.

Don't move.

- What's wrong?
- Slowly look down...

but be very careful.

You guys scared the
hell out of me.

It's just a little rat. Hi.

Don't touch it.
It could be sick.

No. Only humans can
get Saharan flu.

- I'm talking about rabies.
- Hey there, little guy.

Come here.

How did it get there?

Aren't these things
supposed to be sealed?

Oh, my God, Atlanta.
It's a miracle.

No, no, Phoenix,
Phoenix, she's right.

You need to be careful. Your
bunker is not airtight.

I think this is my fault.

I found this panel yesterday
and tried to pry it open.

The rat must have knocked
it out when it came in.

- What were you looking for?
- A way out.

"Emergency vent."

Can you see anything?

No. There's nothing.

Do you guys have the same panel?

I don't... I don't understand.

- This doesn't make any sense.
- You know,

maybe it's some kind
of ventilation system

- that connects all the bunkers.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there's ventilation ducts

across the entire
continental U.S.

You know what? Stop
being an asshole.

I'm just brainstorming.

Yeah, but aren't we
30 feet underground?

Yeah, that's... That's
my point, okay?

Th... There should be dirt on
the other side of this wall,

not an open space and
definitely not a vent.

Does this make you guys happy...
asking all these questions?

Like, do you feel like
you're making progress?

Do you feel like you're
solving some mystery?

So tell me, what is your
idea, hmm, Chicago?

Nothing. Do nothing.

Same shit's gonna
happen, regardless.

For once, I agree with Chicago.

- I think we should wait it out.
- Of course,

you think we should wait.
That's your answer

to everything! Sit
back and wait.

Well, you know what? We've
been listening to you

this entire time and every day
has gotten progressively worse.

So, what, you think we could have
done something about Orlando?

You think we could have done
something about Houston?

About the rat? About fucking...

- Stop arguing!
- Any of this?

What we need right now
is more information.

Great idea. Just simply
acquire more information.

Look, we know that
we're connected

to the Domain network.

There has gotta be a
way to access data

- from the other bunkers.
- Even if it works,

- what will it accomplish?
- I don't know, but maybe

we can contact someone else.

That could work. I'll...
I'll get on it.

Now, I think everyone
else should start going

- around the bunker...
- Who put you in charge?

I'm taking charge, because
no one else is doing it.

- Maybe we should vote.
- Boston, stop wasting time.

- Look, I'm the one that got...
- Stop!

- The system is collapsing.
- The system is collapsed.

Which is why we need to
find a way out of here.

- How?
- I'm not sure.

An emergency release? Something.

I don't know. There's
gotta be a way.

Okay. Okay, okay, just,

you know, tell me where to start.
I'll help.

Be creative. Try...
Try anything.

Boston, you, too.

- Chicago, you gonna help us out?
- Sorry.

- I don't do jailbreaks.
- Come on.

- You're a smart guy.
- Leave me alone.

What exactly are we
looking for again?

Can you guys... Can you
just keep it down?

I'm trying to focus.

Oh, I'm sorry, princess.

Atlanta, what are you doing?

The Supplival has to be
coming from someplace.

I think it's connected
to that pipe back there.

I'm gonna break through. I
think there's something

- on the other side.
- Atlanta, if you break that,

you could cut access
to your food.

Yeah, I agree with Boston.

I know I told you to
try anything but...

No.

No, guys. Listen, if I'm gonna
end up starving to death,

then I guess that was God's
plan for me all along.

- What do you see?
- Nothing.

It's just empty space.

- You can't see anything?
- No. It's pitch-black.

But there's too much space on
the other side of this wall.

It doesn't make sense.

Atlanta, your door.

Atlanta!

O Lord, make me brave,

brave enough to face the dark,

the dark that works
to pull me in.

Help me to retain my sight,

to see that from the
dark comes light.

Oh, no. No. Oh, God.

To know that from the
dark comes light.

Chicago...

what are you doing?

- Denver!
- What?

- Atlanta's gone.
- What? When?

Look at Chicago's feed.

Is that Supplival?

He was starving himself.

Chicago, please, don't do this.

We can get through
this, Chicago.

Nobody's getting through.

We need you.

That's not true.

Chicago, you don't wanna do this.
You don't.

I never wanted to
do anything more.

Goodbye, guys.

Please, Chicago, don't do this.
No. No! No.

No.

God.

I can't look at that.

Then don't.

Why are you so fucking cold?

I'm dealing with this in
my own way, all right?

Why don't you show some
emotion, you fucking robot?

He was our friend.

Hi.

Well, I hate to bring
this down even further,

but I have some new information.

New information would
be good right now.

Well, that depends on
your point of view.

So, the bunkers, they're
all connected, right?

Every bunker in the
Network has its own feed.

That's 500,000 feeds.

So the Domain, what it
does is it limits access

to the seven people
in your group.

The feeds, they're still there
but you just can't see 'em.

Well, can you access them now?

Yeah. I already did.

I can only pull 'em up one at a time.
This is, uh,

this is a random one.

I'm... I'm assuming they
already took this person.

Who is that?

- No idea.
- Why can't we hear him?

I couldn't locate the audio
streams, video only,

so we can't communicate
with them and...

they can't see us.

- So this is live.
- Yeah.

Wow.

It is so weird to see a new
face after all these years.

God.

I've seen a lot of suicides.

This... This... This is just...

- I don't know.
- There's more.

What?

There's only a thousand feeds

coming from the main server.

- So what?
- There should be 500,000,

one from each bunker.

Is it possible that you
just can't access them all?

No. No. I mean, I...
I didn't think

that it was possible,

so I... I triple-checked
it but I'm telling you...

there's only a thousand bunkers.

- What does that mean?
- It means they lied to us.

We have to get out of here.

How?

When we were searching
the bunkers,

I found this cluster
of wires connecting...

the door to the computer.

So we... If we cut it,

the computer loses
control of the door?

Yeah. It just might unlock it.

Or we cut power to a crucial
life-support function,

and we starve or suffocate
in total darkness.

I have to get out of
here on my own terms.

I don't wanna be pulled
out like the others.

Well, let's say we do make
it out of here, all right?

And we don't contract the
Saharan flu within hours.

We're still thousands
of miles apart

in a broken-down society.

Well, we need a meeting place.

We'd have to travel on foot.

Maybe we can find
working vehicles.

That's... That's a huge maybe.

All right.

Four Corners Monument,

where Arizona, Colorado,

Utah and New Mexico meet.

No, that's too remote.
That's not safe.

That's not safe at all.

- I'll come to you.
- To Phoenix?

That's a whole state away.

I know, but I...
I'll make it work.

Is there a... A
government building,

something that's
centrally located?

- Yeah, City Hall.
- That's where we'll meet.

- Are you sure?
- Of course.

What about me?

You... You can come, too.

I'm 3,000 miles away.

Never mind.

Just excess baggage.

I'll figure out
my own situation.

I'm sorry, Boston.

- Just one last thing, though.
- Sure.

We have to vote.

Seriously? You're still
holding on to that?

It's what we do.

It's what we did.

There's only three of us.

Pretty sure you know how
the vote turns out.

Please.

Just one last time.

Okay.

All those in favor of an escape.

Well, that's it, then.

Did you find the wires?

Yeah.

Let's do this.

Well, it did something.

I'm gonna try the door.

I'm going up.

No, Phoenix, wait!

I'll find you...

no matter what.

I love you, Phoenix.

I love you, too.

You're here.

Is this real?

I'm...

Oh, this is real.

This feels like a dream.

If this was a dream,
I wouldn't be here.

Yeah.

Hi.

You're taller than I expected.

How did we wind up
next to each other?

I don't know.

I don't know either.

I don't remember this place.

Fifty-seven.

I mean, maybe they moved us.

No, we would have known that.

Maybe we were here all along.

The others have to be
here somewhere, right?

Yeah, I... I don't know.

There.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

Phoenix.

Phoenix, come here.
Look over there.

Get down.

What are we gonna do?

We gotta find a way
to get out of here.

- No, I want answers.
- No, Phoenix,

we need to find a way out.

Someone knows what's going on.

Look, I will distract them.

Wait. What? Why?

Because they are
blocking the only exit.

Hey!

Go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

Phoenix, we shouldn't be here.

We need to go.

Not until I know
what this place is.

Look.

There.

Phoenix, you sure about this?

Phoenix.

Phoenix, we need to go.
Come on. Let's go.

- Kimberly.
- Nadine?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.
- Sit down, Dean.

What are you doing?
Put that down.

Put that down. Calm down.
Calm down, okay?

- Don't point that at him.
- Kimberly, get out of the way.

What are you doing?
This is crazy.

He is extremely dangerous.

He's not dangerous. I know him.
It's okay.

You don't know him at all.

- Okay.
- Okay, sit down.

All right.

Okay.

I just want to know
what's going on.

This is an experiment.

Kimberly, you're
still in prison.

You really expect us to
believe this bullshit?

- The epidemic was a lie.
- No.

No, it wasn't a lie.
It was a story.

I was...

I was trying to
create a better life.

And it worked.

It really worked.

What are you talking about?
I saw the news coverage.

- Yeah.
- We created that content

to make it more believable.

- "Content." Jesus.
- I don't understand.

How did you get
me from prison...

to my bunker?

Oh, we slipped sedatives
into your food,

flew you from Arizona,

and installed you
here the next day.

Where are we?

California.

You're fucking lying, bitch.

Why have you been forcing
people out of their bunkers?

They're shutting down Domain.

- Why?
- Because you banned Orlando.

- Who even knows about that?
- Everyone!

Someone leaked the video.

It blew up on the Internet.

It was national news for weeks.

The media called you "The
Penthouse Prisoners."

They couldn't believe how
much freedom you had

in the prison environment.
It was ridiculous.

We were always in control.
That's not all.

The public hated
that you didn't know

you were in prison. They
thought the bunkers

were too nice.

They thought you were
getting off too lightly.

Never underestimate
humanity's capacity

to be punitive.

So they're just
shutting it down?

Yeah.

The public spoke.

The government was only
too happy to comply,

so they're pulling everyone out,

making some changes
in the bunkers and...

putting you back in until
they can find a space

- for you in the prison system.
- Oh, you fucking lying cunt.

- What is wrong with you?
- You're an escaped convict.

I have every legal
right to shoot you.

- Well, then do it.
- Denver, stop.

No. Shut up, Phoenix.

She's full of shit and
I'm calling her on it.

Why don't you tell
her why you're here?

Why are you here?

Denver.

- You don't wanna know.
- It's okay. You can tell me.

Trust me.

You're my one mistake.

Why me?

Why any of us?

Oh, you were one of a
thousand prisoners

that I specially selected
for the program.

Your psych evaluations indicated

that you would be very unlikely
to reveal your histories,

and you'd be the most likely
to believe the flu scenario.

I reasoned that if
we could control

your physical contact,

that you would put
your past behind you

and create new identities.

And you did.

Well, we were all
lying to each other.

Honey, everybody lies.

What did they do?

- Are you sure you wanna know?
- Yes.

They're my friends.

Well, Raymond Voss was
a career criminal.

He was in and out of
prison his whole life.

I think you know the
rest of his resume.

Hector Gonzales was in a gang.

He was directly responsible
for at least 20 murders.

Olivia Michaels was suffering
from postpartum depression

and she drowned her
three little girls,

right before she attempted to
commit suicide with pills.

Cedric Jackson was a
prostitute and a drug addict.

He murdered innumerable men who
paid to have sex with him,

stealing their cash,
their jewelry.

Barry O'Malley robbed a
bank with his two brothers.

Afterwards, they were
trying to divide the heist

and he murdered them
both, execution style.

And Denver?

Please tell me.

Dean Atkins stalked
and murdered 11 women

that he met on various
dating websites.

You know, I've heard about
people like you, Nadine.

Sure you're not a fan?

Seem to know a lot about us.

This program is
my life, my baby.

I watched all of you
every day for six years.

I know everything
about all of you.

I gave you a purpose,
a reason to live.

I gave you hope,

an opportunity to... To
put your past behind you

and to create something new,

a way to live your lives
in a humane atmosphere

instead of some prison where
the inmates are raped

and murdered.

This is worse.

It's only worse because
you found out.

You were never
supposed to find out.

- Ignorance is bliss, huh?
- Something like that.

- Nadine!
- In here.

Hands up.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

- Get up.
- Get off...

Wait. Wait...

No.

I'm here for you, Phoenix.

Hi.

You know, you've
been out for hours.

Okay, I get it.

The silent treatment, huh?

You know, Phoenix, I'm
still the same guy.

I actually believed you.

Believe what?

That you loved me.

Oh, I love you, Phoenix.

I love you in my way.

Did you love the
women you killed?

Yeah, for a while, sure.

Then why'd you kill them?

I can't explain that to you

in a way that you would
find accessible.

You knew that we were
still in prison.

Well, I suspected
it once you told me

about your mommy.

Of course, I knew
my own history...

then Orlando.

I mean, three convicted felons
in one place, that's...

a little bit too much
of a coincidence.

So, why didn't you
say something?

It was fun.

It was fascinating
watching it all play out.

You're a sociopath.

Yeah, that's what they say.

And I was just another victim?

No. You were special.

Because you were the
one I could never have

the way I truly wanted.

On your feet. Let's move.

Well, well, well. Looky here.

We got the merry band of
frigging hypocrites. Hah!

Is that you, Atlanta?

Now, what'd you
do, Atlanta, huh?

You must have done
something pretty bad

to be put in here, right?

Hey, I wonder if it had anything
to do with those little angels.

I guess I'll be seeing
y'all in hell. Woo!

Come on.

No one else gets off that easy.

Turn around.

Get in your cell.

Hey, Phoenix.

Don't worry. I'll
be right next door.

O Lord, make me brave...

brave enough to face the dark...

the dark that works
to pull me in.

As the storm rages through...

let me rise above the
gale with bright eyes...

confident Thy way is wise.

Lord, make me brave...

brave enough to face
the murk of life.

Help me with my human plight.

Help me to retain my sight...

to know that from the
dark comes light.

To know that from the dark...

comes light.