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Vinny, how much do you love?

Am I the first one to get this cut?

Because I'm working on becoming an Instagram influencer, and I refuse to

show my full ass crack, so my hairstyle has to be on point.

Who cares how many followers you have? You're a billionaire.

That's my father's money. I need to make something of myself. You did. You're the

next Chris McMillan.

Take a sip so we can post.

Cold-pressed juice is trending super hard right now. You're gonna get like 10

,000 likes in 10 minutes.

Are you trying to fucking poison me? This tastes like turtle shit.

You're supposed to be my personal assistant, Mallory. Do you even know me?

Could you just go and get me a macchiato so I can rinse this taste out of my

mouth?

Are the Kardashians filming out there?

What the fuck?

No, it's bullshit.

It's a hoax. It's like that time in Hawaii they're gonna text in like a

minute with a retraction.

Oh.

Hi, Daddy.

How's Hong Kong?

Oh, you know what? We have a terrible connection.

I'll call you after I'm done. Just shut up and listen. The missile alert is

real. In less than an hour, Los Angeles is going to be an empty crater.

Hey, Daddy, you're scaring me. You can still be safe. There are four spots

reserved for our family.

But your mother and brother are here with me, and we're not going to make it.

A car is coming.

It'll take you to Santa Monica Airport.

A private jet is waiting. Go.

Just go.

What are you talking about?

Mother and I love you.

Very much.

I wish we could be together again. It's too late. Just try to be happy, baby.

Oh, my God. It's the only thing that matters.

Was that real?

Come on, come on.

Widespread panic is being reported in major cities around the country.

We can now confirm that a ballistic missile alert was texted to the public

at approximately 3 p.m. Pacific Standard Time.

The Pentagon has not yet released a statement, and there has been no word

from the White House. Baby, are you saying this?

Where are you?

What do you mean? I'm at work.

of these and catch Free Willy as a six-part limited series.

It's kind of genius.

Croc, I love you. I don't want to live without you. Get to Santa Monica

Airport. There's a plane waiting for us.

What?

Welcome.

WBN can now confirm Hong Kong, London, numerous sites in the Baltics and Moscow

have all been hit and destroyed by nuclear ICBMs.

This is it, ladies and gentlemen.

I can't believe we actually did it.

We have just been notified to evacuate.

I'm not going to make it home.

So if my children are watching this, daddy loves you very much.

Esmeralda, the champagne's burnt again.

You left it in the freezer too long.

Where are you going?

You know I pay you for a ten-hour day.

I have to go home, Mrs. Evie. It's the end of the world.

When he ran MGM, your grandfather, God rest his soul, would never return calls

until the following day. All of the stars and all of the agents would have

to go and see him in person if they wanted to get... What are you doing?

The government sent a warning.

Missiles are coming.

So is global warming.

Well, it's probably fake news. I'm going to call Donald. No, this is real,

Grandma. People are going to die today.

Let's have some burnt champagne.

Look, I can't get a hold of anyone. My mom's going straight to voicemail.

I gotta go home, Coco. No, no, no, no, no. You need to stay here with me, okay?

You can take my brother's ticket.

Mallory, you know I'm helpless without you. I'm worse than Elton John. I don't

even know how to work a dishwasher or open a door.

Besides, after the bomb drops, there won't be anything to go home to.

Let's go.

Why aren't we moving?

People are committing suicide to avoid the blast.

He's not going to make it. It's chaos up there.

Jesus, what happened to your hair?

What are you talking about?

Okay, fine. Just get on the plane.

Hey, muah, muah.

Brock, where are you?

Look, I'm coming. I'm in the worst traffic nightmare ever.

Okay, do whatever you have to do. Just get here. Hurry!

All right, look, I'm running.

I will be there in ten. Wait for me.

This doesn't look good.

Oh, my God, Brock, they're coming.

People are coming for the plane.

Coco! It's now or never.

Brock, do you remember the contract that we had with each other?

No, no, no, don't call that babe.

At any time, we can unilaterally release each other from our monogamous

obligations.

You are now free to see other people. No, no, no, Coco!

Do not leave me in fucking Santa Monica!

Get on! Get on the plane now!

Holy shit.

You bitch!

Where are we going?

Didn't your dad tell you?

I'll find out.

There's nobody there. What?

No, stewardess.

I guess I will be ordering the fresh-cut fruit.

Thank you.

Where the hell is dad?

It's almost three. I want him to be here when we find out.

Whatever happens, you just worked your butt off for three years.

No, they can't see how wonderfully you wore. You know what?

It's their loss.

Yeah, you've done super great. Thanks, Timmy.

It's three.

All right, all right, let's check. Come on.

Come on, come on.

I got in.

I knew it. I got in. I knew it.

Yeah, I'm buzzing too.

Dad, you missed it. Honey?

Haven't you been watching the news? No, what's going on?

It's World War III.

What? Hong Kong, London, numerous sites in the Baltics and Moscow have all been

hit. And destroyed by nuclear ICBMs.

That's not serious, Frank. No.

This is it, ladies and gentlemen.

No.

I can't believe we actually did it.

We have just been notified to evacuate.

What?

I'm not going to make it home.

So if my children are watching this, Daddy, look.

There has to be someplace we can go. There's got to be somebody's basement or

someplace that we can go. I don't know.

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

What is

this?

What's going on? Timothy Campbell, you need to come with us now.

Who are you?

Your son has been selected by the cooperative.

We have a location prepared for him where he'll be safe.

What do you mean, selected?

Your son's exceptional genetic makeup makes him a prime candidate.

Prime candidate to do what?

Survive. How do you know my genetic makeup?

You submitted your DNA to an ancestry website.

You have to believe me, sir.

We're the only chance your son has to live through this.

I'm worried about my family.

We're only here for you.

Well, then I'm not going.

We can't accept that.

What? No!

No! No! Dad! Dad! Dad! Do something!

Don't let him take me! Say goodbye to your brother and your mother.

No, no, no, no. If you can take Timothy, then why don't you take Edward, too?

They're not identical.

Come on.

No.

No! No!

You have to go.

Tell me where I am. I have the rights. No, you don't. You'll be safe here.

Hey!

Hey! Oh, no.

It's okay.

Hi, Emily.

Timothy.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

Two guys dressed in black woke me from a dead sleep, put me in a car, and brought

me to this room.

They tell you the same thing they told me?

That I'm here on some ancestry website?

They didn't tell me shit.

Didn't have to. They found me in jail.

I got arrested for protesting on campus.

They got your blood test from your doctor or whatever.

Ran it through a database.

There's something in your DNA that they want.

I'm dead.

I'm dead.

I'm dead. I'm dead.

I'm dead. I'm dead. My family.

This isn't happening.

It's not.

This isn't.

It's not real. It's not. It's not. It's not.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

We'll take you to an outpost equipped for long-term habitation.

It's one of ten around the world, each constructed in minimal fallout zones.

Are there other people there?

Others like you and those who can afford to purchase a ticket.

Rich people, of course.

The money they paid helped finance this operation.

Put these on.

do this all right please it wasn't her fault we won't do it again we promise

I'm Wilhelmina Venable.

Welcome to Outpost 3.

This is a Fallout shelter?

It is now.

For many years it served as an exclusive boys' school.

The kind of boys' school is subterranean.

The cooperative to whom we owe our eternal gratitude took ownership and

converted it once they realized what was coming.

The end?

No.

The beginning.

Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bombs.

The cooperative is not made up of nations or armies.

It's a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer.

The visionaries.

You weren't visionary enough to think we might be able to use some generators?

It may seem to you a regression, Mr.

Campbell, our way of life here.

But you'd be dead wrong.

Technology is what destroyed the world.

Social media gave people the illusion they were equal.

But that's all been swept away.

The natural order will restore itself.

I'll show you to your rooms. As purples, you will each be furnished with a

private suite.

What's a purple?

The elite.

The worthy.

Those chosen to survive.

I'm supposed to wear this shit?

In the outpost, everyone knows their place. The purples wear purple.

The gray is gray.

Who are the grays?

Grays are our worker ants.

Still a necessary component of any functioning society.

The grays are here to serve.

And grateful for the opportunity.

The alternative being nuclear winter.

Cancer.

Death. So, what are you?

I am neither.

Rather, I am the strong right arm of the cooperative.

Think of me as their face.

So you're not a purple?

The house rules are simple.

You will refer to me only as Ms.

Venable.

You may never leave the building.

If you wander out onto the grounds, you will not be allowed back in due to the

danger of radiation contamination.

You will take your chances with the cankerpuss monsters beyond the gates.

And no unauthorized copulation of any kind.

Under any circumstances.

No exceptions.

What?

You're joking.

Ask the two greys you saw on the way in if it's a joke.

You'll find the evening wear on the left side of the armoire.

We dress for dinner.

Cocktails in the music room at 6.30 be prompt.

There's no excuse for tardiness when there's nothing else to do.

Song the same one every night.

Here we go.

Where is it even coming from? And why do we have to listen to it? What are we

missing here?

About 99% of the world's population.

Would have been better off dying with them.

Speak for yourself, darling.

Wouldn't have to drink this, whatever this is.

It's mineral water.

Did you get a chance to talk to Venable? No, she creeps me out.

It's not fair that they get to be purples and not me. He refused to touch

my hair if he was a grey, and she's been to the Oscars and was best friends with

Natalie Wood, so fucking get some perspective.

It just plays over and over, 24 hours a day.

It's like Satan's Spotify playlist.

Oh, well, well, well.

New blood.

Come in.

Don't be shy.

You're Dinah Stevens.

My mother used to watch your show. She said you'd beat the pants off Oprah any

day. Bless her heart. A million of her and I wouldn't have been replaced by

that telenovela.

Um, what's happening out there?

It's all gone.

Everything?

Dinner is served.

That's all we get.

Don't be too disappointed.

Darling, you don't know what disappointment is until you've slept

with your Brunner.

I want to die.

The cube on your plate contains every vitamin our body needs.

Or so they tell us.

I'm still hungry.

I am so tired of the hunger.

Fuck this bullshit!

With all the thought that went into this place, they don't have a single bag of

pirate's booty in the pantry? For a hundred million dollars a ticket? I

expect goddamn Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us Real food!

I'm going to be very clear so there will be no misunderstanding.

We have enough nutrition for the next 18 months and if our situation doesn't

improve you can count on less and less Situation what is our

situation?

We had a perimeter alert this morning something penetrated the grounds

Shit.

It was a carrier pigeon delivering a message from our benefactors.

Wait, a pigeon?

Can we eat it?

It was contaminated by the fallout.

Can we boil it?

There are no more governments.

Only rotting mounds of corpses, too many to bury.

Starving people kill for a piece of bread.

Three outposts have been overrun. We are the last vestiges of civilized life on

the planet.

Be vigilant.

Everything we know is gone. In two weeks?

That's all it took?

It was always fragile.

They made you think the system was a rock.

It was a water balloon.

One prick of the needle and that's all it took.

We will only survive if we follow the rules.

There's a problem.

We've detected a spike in the background radiation centered in this room.

It's them.

They just came from the outside. No, no, we were checked when we got here. We're

clean. We went through decontamination. We were cleared.

Place your hands on the table and don't move.

Radioactive contamination.

It's a grave risk to our entire community.

The clean rule is there to protect all of us. A single stray gamma particle can

cause skin lesions.

If your DNA breaks apart, your body disintegrates, you'll wish you died in

the blast.

Someone here decided that their individual needs were more

important. Someone went outside and touched something dirty.

It makes me sick to think this person was selfish enough to risk contaminating

all... No.

No, no, no, no, no. That's a mistake. Because the only thing I've touched is

Coco's hair.

She's clean. You're dirty. No, this is impossible.

That machine is wrong!

contamination room.

You won't have to.

Yes, it's me. Are you decent?

Never more so.

Well?

Ravishing might be too strong a word, but this one certainly becomes you.

Don't you agree?

If anyone sees us...

We're the only ones who matter.

How did you manage it?

Stew in the Geiger counter?

Easy.

Set the sensitivity to ten, you could make anyone sound like Chernobyl.

It was lovely work.

And a pleasure.

Strangely satisfying, isn't it?

Dispensing punishment.

I love their faces.

Stupid can't believe this is happening to me look they get I'm not embarrassed

to say it gives me a tingle

I

Wonder what the cooperative

would say about all this making up our own rules

terrorizing the guests you're still uncomfortable with this and that gives

me pause i'm military my dad killed so many vietcong he lost count killing

is in my dna but i still respect the chain of command

the cooperatives paid my bills for a lot of years

just hard for me to pretend they're not my boss anymore

Forget the cooperative.

It's only us.

How could he be contaminated?

Stu never went outside. He was with me most of the time.

People do strange things when they're stuck inside 24-7.

I've started masturbating with my offhand. Are you saying he deserved

this? I'm saying stew was boring and using up our food and that lesions won't

work with my complexion. Fuck you.

I hope they come for you next.

Nobody's coming for anyone.

Not unless you break the rules.

This is a difficult time for everyone. As a small consolation, we have a

special treat.

No cubes tonight?

Enjoy the bambouche.

Don't get used to it.

Yes.

You think bribing us with a hot meal is just going to make everything okay?

Oh, my God.

I think my mouth had an orgasm. Andre, we're not trying to bribe anyone.

But there is something we all need to understand. There is no us and them. We

are in this together.

No individual is greater than the group. We did what we had to do. This is quite

simply a tragedy. Where have you been hiding the fresh meat?

We have resources.

For special occasions.

I've never tasted anything like it.

It's chicken.

That's not a chicken bone.

Tell me this doesn't look like a finger.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, the stew is still!

Oh, my God!

Mallory, come here and stick your finger down my throat!

Heaven's sakes. Don't be ridiculous.

There are lines that can never be crossed. Not eating people is of the

first rank.

I don't care what it is.

it's absolutely divine and it's full of fiber i'm going to finish every drop

calling

occupants of interplanetary craft

calling occupants Of interplanetary,

most extraordinary craft.

You're a monster.

How could you keep eating? You knew what it was.

It was chicken, Andre.

Delicious white meat chicken.

You're a cannibal.

You're all cannibals!

Think about it!

She ate it too.

Stew was contaminated.

Why would Venable eat irradiated meat?

That's right. Why would she feed us poison? The whole reason she is here is

to keep us alive.

But where's his body then?

I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. Shut up. Shut up.

Just listen.

I don't hear anything.

Exactly. The song stopped.

It's been the same song for two straight weeks. Why would they suddenly change

it?

Don't you get it? It's a message!

The

Cooperative is trying

to tell us something!

They're saying, hang on, we're coming for you.

We're gonna be rescued.

Yes, the Cooperative is coming for us! Hallelujah!

Maybe it's time to eat somebody.

Or just, like, an arm.

He was right about the song.

There was a morning after.

It just looked exactly like the previous morning. We weren't rescued, and no one

ever came.

But nuclear winter came, and it finished off anything the bombs had left alive.

The world got colder.

Deadlier.

But even in all this death, something was born.

Like everything in this place we had to ration one kiss per week just to be

safe.

And though we couldn't be together in every way that we wanted,

it was enough to keep us from dying inside.

Like everyone else around us

I

have

an announcement This will be our last breakfast

We're cutting back to one meal a day. No, you can't be serious.

An effective dieting technique.

Yeah, so is starving to death. How are we supposed to survive on half a cube?

It's not optimal, but also not impossible.

Either way, we have no choice.

Not if we want to keep eating at all.

I fucking can't do this anymore.

We don't know how strong we are until we have to face adversity.

This could be an opportunity for all of us to grow. You finish that bumper

sticker shit you used to say on your show, and I'm strong enough to shove

this fork in your neck! Oh, calm down.

What is the point of all of this?

Starving? Killing each other? Getting shot?

All we're doing is waiting around to find out how we die.

I say we take our chances outside.

She's right.

We have to get out of here. Nobody's going anywhere.

That's been a breach.

I need to speak to Mrs. Venable.

Yes, sir, Mr. Langdon.

Tend to the animals.

I'm in charge here.

Of course you are.

You don't sound like you believe me.

Why wouldn't I?

Seems like you've done a wonderful job.

The walls are still standing, the people are alive and healthy.

Which is... quite a feat.

Considering.

Considering?

The three more outposts have been overrun and the remaining three won't

last through the year.

Why are you here?

Because it's only a matter of time before the same thing happens to you.

The good news is, there's another facility.

A sanctuary.

This one's completely impregnable and stocked with enough supplies to last a

decade.

You're here to take us there?

Mm-hmm.

I've been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most

worthy of survival.

I could take all of you.

Or none of you.

Those who make it live.

Those who don't... end

up like my horses.