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There's really no need to thank me.

Miss Mead said you're the only reason Emily and I haven't been executed.

You saved our lives.

I've been charged with finding the seeds from which the future of mankind will

blossom. Would it be grossly irresponsible to allow a minor

infraction to keep out a viable candidate?

The stakes are too high.

But I killed my Nana.

Nonsense.

She died peacefully in her sleep.

Trust me.

You have nothing to worry about.

You see, I have a talent.

Call it a kind of night vision of the soul.

I can see into the dark places that people desperately try to keep hidden.

I don't have any dark places.

Really?

So even though you've worked for Coco for many years, even though she saved

your life after the bombs fell, why do I believe that you'd love nothing more

than to pick up anything sharp enough to cut clay and slice her throat down to

the bone?

I'd say that qualifies Mallory.

Wouldn't you?

Look, she can be a handful sometimes, and yeah, she sometimes makes me do

things I'd rather not.

You're fucking kidding me, right? I just painted my nails. Come on! Come on, wipe

me!

That doesn't mean I want to kill her.

She's spoiled and she's entitled, but she's also helpless.

She needs me.

You wouldn't believe how many times I tried to fire her. I mean, Mallory could

fuck up a one-car funeral, but it was always just easier to keep her around.

The devil you know.

It's interesting.

What? After my speech about seeing into the dark places, I've come to realize

something about you.

Something dark?

No. True darkness requires a certain depth of character, but you're much too

shallow for any kind of meaningful negativity.

I'm not quite sure how to take that.

I'm just saying it's wonderful to see you again.

I was surprised to find you here when I arrived.

Pleasantly? That depends.

Should I be concerned about you causing me any trouble? You know I'm not

powerful enough to stop whatever it is you're up to. No.

But I don't like unpredictability unless I'm responsible for it. Neither do I.

Which means I don't like not knowing what's to come.

At least when my life is concerned.

I want to get to that sanctuary.

You will.

You're exactly the kind of soul I'm looking for to build my new world. And

what kind of soul is that?

Evil.

It sounds corny, I know, but there's no better word to describe my mother. It is

all about her. Nothing in this world even exists unless it relates to her.

I'm sure she thinks this entire war was just like some conspiracy to cancel her

show. She doesn't deserve to be here.

You've made the assumption that I'm looking for people who are pure of

heart.

Unblemished, pure lily white.

The old world lived under a set of rules.

Thou shalt not kill.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor, etc., etc.

Rules that were clearly honored in the breach.

I want a world without the hypocrisy, with the kinds of people who wouldn't

just eat from the fruit of the forbidden tree, but who would cut the fucking tree

down and burn it for firewood.

I sense it in you.

I want to leave.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Of accepting who you are.

I don't know who I am.

What do you mean?

Sometimes, I feel like there's someone buried inside me.

Someone trying to claw their way out.

Who?

I don't know.

I just want to go.

Let me go. Don't be afraid, Mallory. I'm offering you a chance to live. He said

let me go!

Who

are

you?

I don't know.

Who are you?

Thank you.

May you rise from the void, Father.

May your darkness guide me.

Power in Satan to overcome my weaknesses.

Power in your name to be strong within.

I thought I destroyed them all.

But one survives.

I found her.

She's here.

I beg for your wisdom.

Please!

I'm not a sentimental woman.

Some people have described me as cold, harsh, without empathy.

None of which mattered because I know who I am. I have a past and treasured

memories.

I remember the first time I was allowed to go trick-or-treating by myself.

I was nine years old. I made my own costume.

Oh, well, aren't you precious? Are you Robbie the Robot?

I'm Rosie from the Jetsons.

I loved candy.

I hated fruit.

I remember my first date.

Rosemary's Baby.

The Lyceum Theater.

Bobby Lombardo.

It was my first horror film. I was petrified.

But I discovered I liked being scared.

It made me feel alive.

Bobby, on the other hand, made me feel dirty.

I remember my first kill.

I was an agent for Mossad.

Orrin Gooch was a terrorist.

And I found him living in a suburb in Maryland.

Their struggle was brutal, bloody, coarse, but almost romantic, too.

Like a waltz.

Till I choked him to death.

Your makeup looks awesome.

I can think the word Halloween and all the memories come flooding back.

I remember all those moments in the most minute detail.

I remember a little boy, beautiful blonde hair.

I took care of him.

I can feel the love I have for him.

But when I turn to look at his face and my memories, he's just a blur.

I loved him, but I must have lost him in some way.

Because... every time I think of him, I cry.

Do I even have feelings?

Or are they just programmed responses?

All this time, I thought my experiences made me what I am.

But my memories are false.

I was never a child.

I never had a family.

I never felt love.

Neither have I.

But you have family.

Here, with me.

I'm nothing more than a machine.

Following a set of codes.

What do I do now?

What's my purpose?

Same as it's always been.

To protect the outpost.

What do you remember about the people in the cooperative?

Did you ever see Michael Langdon before he got here?

He's not in my memories.

We can't trust him to take the right people to the sanctuary.

I've already been told I won't be joining the fortunate few.

That's outrageous.

You're the backbone of this outpost. And I'll be left here until we're overrun

and my bones are broken and picked clean by the monsters.

If you die here, justice dies here. We have to take action to stop it. You have

a suggested course?

Kill them all.

Even Langdon.

Those relentlessly boring young people said that Langdon has a working

computer. We kill everyone, we take possession of the computer, we find out

where the sanctuary is.

And make that journey all that way on our own. Why not?

You're mean and self-involved enough to survive anything.

And I'm a goddamn robot.

I'll never forget your loyalty to me.

I'm programmed to be loyal to you.

I can feel no doubt in me about that.

Think I went to high school with that bitch.

Stuck-up cheerleader.

Come on, that's gotta be ready by now.

I was a finalist on Top Chef, okay?

Shit's like pork. If you don't cook it long enough, you'll get sick.

You worried about getting sick?

Fucking look at us!

Looks overdone to me.

Easy. Who the fuck are you?

Look, I'm just trying to find my girlfriend. We got separated back in L

.A. when everything went to hell.

I've been on her trail for about a year now.

I heard a lot of rumors about this place. Some kind of special shelter for

rich people.

It's supposed to be in this area. You guys know anything about that?

If there was a shelter, we would have raided it ourselves.

He must have got some bad information.

Take a load off.

Try to chow.

Don't think I like what's on the menu.

It's not as bad as it looks.

Grows on you.

Cut a lot growing on me already, thanks.

Where's the shelter?

I don't know.

Please. I wasn't always like this. I used to be a special ed teacher.

Perimeter alarm.

Something's breached the gates. Could this be an attack like those other

outposts?

Show yourself

It's clean.

Why would the cooperatives send a carriage with apples?

Not a blemish. If they're pre-war, how would they have been preserved?

It's really not that hard to imagine.

Modern apples have a shelf life of months because of all the chemicals they

inject into them at special atmospheric packing facilities.

I ran a nutrition blog before the war.

It was really catching on, I think.

Maybe they were grown in the sanctuary.

Langdon must have had them delivered to show everyone what will be waiting for

the chosen.

Not sure that's...

Exquisite.

I'd swear it was tree-ripened.

Looks like a red delicious.

Probably grown on the East Coast.

They're not from the East Coast.

They're a gift from the gods.

They're divine providence.

The answer to our prayer.

Perhaps you should take care of the horses before they die on the lawn.

There's not a bad apple in the bunch.

What if they were all bad?

What do you mean?

Poison.

Might take a little work to extract it, but we've got plenty.

And we won't have to convince any of them to devour these.

But we need to make sure they all eat them at the same time.

A party, perhaps.

Yeah.

i can see into the dark places that people desperately try to keep hidden i

don't have any dark places really you're afraid of

accepting who you are sometimes i feel like there's someone buried inside me

someone trying to claw their way out who

Expendable called an emergency meeting.

These past several months have been difficult for all of us.

And perhaps in my efforts to keep us safe, punitive measures have been taken

too far.

I believe now what we need is a moment of celebration.

Camaraderie. Which is why this weekend, as a gesture of goodwill, we will have a

Halloween soiree.

In the style of a Victorian masquerade ball.

It's Halloween this weekend?

If only my Nana were here to enjoy it with me.

We've all lost track of time a bit. And this festive occasion is the perfect

opportunity to remedy this.

And I encourage you all to use your imaginations to create what I am sure

will be exquisite costumes.

Attendance. is mandatory.

Mallory?

Why are you molesting my lubes? I was just thinking maybe I could use the

spikes for a mask.

You've always hated this pair. You haven't touched them for years.

Well, have you ever heard of something having sentimental value?

Besides, I don't think the fancy dressing up stuff is really for you,

Graze.

Oh my God, do you remember that Halloween where you dressed up as young

Michael Jackson from the Jackson 5 and then I dressed as Michael Jackson on

trial for touching little boys? Yes! I fucking love Halloween.

It's the one day of the year when the rest of the world puts in some effort to

be fabulous like I am every other day. I don't know why Venable has such a hard

-on for Halloween.

It's not like we've celebrated any other holidays since we checked into this

hellhole. The closest thing we had to a Christmas feast was stew.

Yeah.

What if Halloween is an excuse?

Oh, my God.

They're using the party to announce who's going to the sanctuary.

Okay, we have to rethink this whole look. I just think it's too much. I

don't want to rub it in for the ones that don't get picked.

No offense, Mallory.

I didn't think I was going anyways.

I think that the people who are gonna go already know.

Wait, what do you mean? Did Langdon tell you you're in?

Well, let's just say our one-on-one was very illuminating. Wait.

Did something weird happen to you, too?

What are you babbling about? What did he say to you?

It wasn't anything he said.

It was... a feeling.

Let me go!

I think I set the room on fire.

What, like you knocked over a candle or something?

No.

Like flames shot out of the fireplace and went everywhere.

I know this is impossible, but I think I made the fire with my mind.

Yeah, we're definitely not talking about the same thing. Maybe it was the blast,

the radiation.

It did something, and now I'm like the Dark Phoenix.

What are you saying? Are you saying you have superpowers now?

I don't know.

Never mind.

Oh, well, hey, Mallory.

There's a fire right there, bitch. Do it again.

Flames shoot out everywhere.

This is pretty lame, even for you Mallory.

Some people just have nothing special about them and you have to be okay with

that. Maybe you can see if you have a superpower that allows you to shut your

pie hole and get back to work. My costume isn't going to make itself.

And why are you even touching my stuff?

Evie's room is full of crap that you can use. Not that she'll be needing any of

it anymore.

Maybe I can see if I've got a superpower to make you disappear.

Ow! No treats until the time comes. Nobody's even seen a piece of fresh

fruit in over 18 months. Where did this come from? Perhaps I should drag in one

of the horses who rode through hell to gift us these sweet little wonders so

you can look it in the mouth.

I know. It's symbolic. It's the Garden of Eden, apples from paradise. It's

obviously from the sanctuary.

We should say grace to thank the universe for sending them to us.

You're so fucking annoying.

Enough. Ms. Venable said everyone will get a chance to bob for apples later.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Miss Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt.

Can we clap, please? Thank you.

You did that. Without a blow dryer, sometimes I even astonish myself.

Tonight is All Hallows' Eve, which marks the beginning of the dark half of the

year, when the boundary between this world and the other thins and lost souls

pierce the firmament, desperate to find their way home.

It is a night to remember the dead, and there have been far too many to mourn,

but also to celebrate that we have yet to join them.

We delight in the small things were once taken for granted To eat

to drink music and dance Everyone and I mean

everyone Should savor this night as if it were their last

But I just can't

live without your loving and affection

Giving me direction like a guiding light to help me through my

darkest hour.

Lately I'm a praying that you'll always be staying beside

me.

Used to be my life was just emotions passing by.

You're not Andre, and I would know my hairdresser anywhere.

Oh, well, this must be Mr.

Langdon.

I would be honored.

I know the whole interview thing is bullshit.

You have to keep up appearances, but you already know who gets to go to the

sanctuary. I got into Harvard, so I know how things work.

You'll make the announcement later tonight.

I'll get in, of course, but I want us to be in sync on who's kept out.

I've spent 18 months with these people, so I think my opinion holds a little

weight. I mean, that's what I'm good at.

Opinions.

I'm an influencer.

People do what I do because I have great taste, but you already know that about

me, don't you?

But what is it you don't know?

You see an intelligent, confident young woman who always gets what she wants,

but what you don't know is I'm a woman who also likes to please.

I can offer you something I never even gave my boyfriend.

I'm talking about analingus.

Defile me any way you like.

Oh, but a warning, I have a very short tongue and a sensitive gag reflex.

I know.

I know all about you, Coco.

Oh my god, Brock!

How the fuck did you get in here? What happened to your face?

Radioactive fallout?

Cancer, cannibal attacks, infections that never heal.

Oh, honey, there wasn't a minute in a day I didn't think about you. When that

jet took off, I had to put you away in that place in my brain that had

everything I loved but could never have again, like sushi.

Oh, my God.

I'm so happy.

You're back.

You're alive.

You're so angry.

Happy Halloween,

bitch.

Until each person has had an opportunity to participate in tonight's activities.

Then we will feast together like civilized beings.

I can't find the visitor, Coco, anywhere.

Mr. Langdon has declined our invitation.

We gotta put the brakes on.

Stop it now.

No witnesses.

It's too late for that.

Once they've had their fun, we'll bring the festivities and your gun to him.

The venom will enter the bloodstream through their digestive tract.

causing an immediate breakdown of their nervous systems and the lining of their

stomachs.

It won't be pretty.

We give thanks to the Cooperative for this blessed fruit and the bounties they

have bestowed upon us.

Shelter from the nuclear storm and the savagery that threatens our borders, our

humanity.

It is time to enjoy our good fortune.

You have your treat.

And here's the trick.

Well, that went off rather well, don't you think?

A little messier than I would have hoped.

At least we don't have to worry about cleaning up.

We shouldn't keep Mr. Langdon waiting.

Ladies, I'm a little busy right now formulating my selections.

This won't take long.

What's this?

We're making the selections now, Mr. Langdon.

And I'm afraid you didn't make the cut.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to let you have your moment, but I just couldn't hold it in.

You think this is funny?

I think I'm impressed, Ms. Venable.

I wasn't sure you had it in you.

You've passed the test.

You're perfect for the sanctuary.

Ms. Mead.

I wouldn't do that.

Ms. Meade.

I don't know why I did that.

I was always loyal to her.

It's all right.

You're obeying commands like you're programmed to do.

My commands.

Did you enjoy executing the poison apple's plan as much as I enjoyed coming

up with it?

You wanted everyone dead?

I've never been a fan of getting my hands dirty.

And not from my father.

Always more fun to entice men and women to dirty deeds.

Confirms what I've always believed.

What do you believe?

That all people, if given the right pressures or stimulus, are evil

motherfuckers. I'm having trouble with this.

I know. I'm just a machine.

Never say that.

You're not just a machine.

Not to me.

When I tasked the cooperative's R&D department to have you construct it, I

gave them a prototype to model.

A prototype?

Of someone from my childhood.

Someone very dear to me.

The beautiful boy.

But I had to keep the most important part of you hidden from your mind.

Why?

To protect you.

And the plan.

But now it's time to remember it all.

I lost you and I couldn't bear it.

I can't imagine a new world without you by my side.

The only woman who ever really understood me.

Who ever really loved you.

Baby, I'ma want you.

Baby, I'ma need you.

Oh,

it took so long to find you, baby. Baby, I'ma want you.

Baby, I need you.

Everywhere she comes in

She comes in colors everywhere She combs her hair She's like a

rainbow Find our sisters

Surprise bitch.

I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.