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♪ Woke up this morning with a bear inside my brain ♪

♪ Scratchin' and a-clawin' ♪

♪ Tryin' to get out of its cage ♪

♪ There ain't no taming it ♪

♪ There ain't no blaming it ♪

♪ For its animal ways ♪

♪ I let him out to play ♪

This'll be the third time

to the south face of the quarry.

I know she's still hiding traces of pyrite.

And today I'm feeling lucky.

♪ Bound and gettin' on ♪

♪ But I'm still tryin' to get along ♪

♪ She says to me ♪

♪ She sees a sadness in my eyes ♪

♪ I was trying to hide it ♪

♪ While I waited ♪

♪ For the worst of it to fade ♪

♪ It's a beautiful day ♪

♪ Beautiful day ♪

♪ A beautiful day ♪

♪ Beautiful day ♪

I've been looking all over for you.

Aah! Fuck!

Ahh! Ahh!

Gah! Shit!

Fuck!

Ah! Ahh. Ah.

Gotta get... get out of here.

No, no, no!

Gah!

Ah!

Gah! Ah!

Oh, son...

son of a bitch.

Ah.

Fuck!

Fucking bitch!

Breathe!

Fucking breathe.

Is anybody in there?

He's sick. Let's go.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Jesus Christ, Ish.

Rip Van fuckin' Winkle.

Since the beginning of time,

humans have longed to know the secrets

hidden within the land upon which we stood.

To calculate its age and understand its secrets,

and from this curiosity,

geology had its nascent beginning.

And while others looked to the stars

to divine meaning,

geologists have always sought the treasures

that can only be found by digging in the...

Oh, my God.

No.

No! No!

...outbreak has occurred.

It is highly contagious and lethal. Please shelter...

...by the Emergency Alert System.

This is not a test.

Citizens are advised to take the following steps.

Stay alert to news media events or local...

Mom?

Dad?

♪ Take me out to the ball... ♪

♪ Take me out to the... ♪

"Alone."

It's a word I'd always liked.

It meant freedom to study.

To think,

to learn.

It meant quiet.

Now it's too quiet.

In the first season, the grass grows tall.

If one were to give it 20 years,

it would become a jungle of second growth,

but give it a hundred years,

you walk in a full-grown forest,

scarcely knowing that man was ever there.

There has to be someone left in the city.

As for man...

there's little reason to think

that he can escape the fate of other creatures.

During 10,000 years,

his numbers have been on the upgrade.

In spite of war, pestilence, and famine.

No. No! No!

No!

Wake up, Ish.

Wake the fuck up!

Wake the fuck up. Wake the fuck up, Ish!

Wake the fuck up.

Biologically,

man has, for too long,

been rolling an uninterrupted run of sevens.

Spin to win, and win to spin!

Hit the dragon for maximum payout!

The more you spin, the more you can win!

Spin to win, and win to spin!

Hit the dragon for maximum payout!

Where the fuck is everyone?!

Hello?!

Hit the dragon for maximum...

Make mine a double.

Oh.

We've frightened you.

Uh. I apologize for not having, uh...

A naked body is nothing to apologize for.

Milton, get me a robe from the pool,

for our new friend's modesty.

He's not my life partner, if that is your worry.

Just my death one.

Drink it. Quick.

It fixes almost everything.

Did you tell him we're... we're not married, dear?

Come on.

I think he knows.

Ann and I met here, truth be told.

Both here on business.

Why?

Are we here?

"Immune" is the word.

"Fucked to hell" is the definition.

Did you sleep through the matinee, kid?

A little bit.

I was, uh, bitten.

It doesn't matter.

Missed about three weeks.

Well, that's not a problem, because I videoed the news.

I. needed a record of all this impossibility.

This is breaking news from Channel 7.

The CDC issuing a Level 1 activation,

its highest alert.

...news has learned,

several breaking developments in the mystery virus outbreak.

There are no longer any medical teams,

so we can't help...

As I stand outside the hospital reporting to you tonight,

the number of casualties has exceeded our capacity...

I knew there was a new pandemic.

Vaccines weren't working.

My parents called me three times a day, but.

I thought they were just stuck on the wrong channel.

Turns out, they were all the wrong channel.

And people were getting sick, yes, but.

It wasn't supposed to be the fucking end of days.

The government overcorrected.

Went too scary on the first one,

and played this one down.

Once it had a grip,

it moved too fast for us to react.

The government is suspended until further notice.

Good luck to you all.

I watched my daughters die on Zoom.

There. I said it.

Although saying it out loud, somehow,

makes it even more unreal.

Milt always makes it sound softer,

like a sympathy card.

But everyone's dead, hon. That is the final score.

Not everyone.

And there's nowhere left?

♪ Nowhere ♪

No one?

You. Us.

Maybe it doesn't matter. The Earth is done with us.

When we could still watch the news,

it was only to see which nation fell that day.

So whoever might be left is...

out of time.

After a while, you just curl up and turn away.

Or...

you slip out of all that sadness

and into a tall Martini, baby!

Ah, boy.

The martini helps.

The sadness remains.

You scared him away, honey.

I mean, really?

Where's he gonna go?

Hello?

Milt?

Hello?

Guys?

Hit the dragon for maximum payout!

Hey!

Hello?

I try to start my days down here.

Choose and shed a skin or two.

As if one of these skins might actually carry me home.

I woke up knowing there's a whole world out there...

"Knowing."

You think these minks knew they were headed for a hanger

when they were born?

A merger for all their little lives

into one big dead thing?

Turns out, all of us were.

Doesn't it matter you're still alive?

Just because my heart is beating...

doesn't mean I'm alive.

Milton's waiting for us.

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ The pipes ♪

♪ The pipes are calling ♪

When no one cares what you do for a living,

or where you're from, or where you're going.

Turns out, there's not much for humans to really talk about.

Hotel was full, wasn't it?

Probably 80%.

Once the HVAC finally gives out,

this hotel will give up its true aroma.

Your husband?

Died with the girls, back in Dayton.

I came here for a conference on holistic healing.

Talk about a "fuck you" from Mother Nature.

And Milt?

His wife died here.

They were on my floor.

I helped as much as I could, and he was grateful.

When we both were somehow survivors.

There was no reason not to stay close.

Is he a good cook?

The worst!

There you are, my dear.

Here you are, my good man.

Thank you, Milt.

Mm-hmm.

And...

cheers.

We thought we were the only two left on Earth.

Maybe you are.

Well, we're three now.

No. I'm not staying.

It's a big country.

Not anymore.

Ahem. I wish you'd reconsider.

We have,

we're guessing, a few more weeks

of the buried generators running without interruption.

We have food and drink.

We have everything we need.

To get us to the end.

"The end"?

Ann and I have an understanding.

Three days of hunger is enough when you know there's nothing

that will ever fill you up again.

Why not stay?

Ann wants you.

Would makes things easier for me.

We can all play our part.

All of your math

is about this hotel.

There's a big world out there.

Enough goods to keep you alive for years.

On the Strip alone, you could live for a decade.

Yes.

But would you want to?

When you've lost the only things you ever cared about,

why would living feel better than dying?

I could take you away from here.

I wouldn't leave with you if you were Jesus himself.

If you wanted to stay,

we could make your visit feel like...

something.

Anything.

But I am here now to do one more thing.

And nothing will stand in my way.

One last thing?

To die, sweet boy.

Of course.

It's the only thing I have yet to accomplish

on this fucked-up circle in the sky.

Now, if you'll help me zip my dress back up,

seems no reason to upset Milt

after he's cooked us such a magnificent meal.

Another one, my dear?

How fuckin' lucky are you?

"Lucky" it fuckin' is.

Let's go, boy.

Looks like it's you and me, kid.

Just tell me where we should go.

Fuck it. Let's go home.

What does a man run to

when there's no more target to reach?

Is the only way forward to go back, start again?

To find, underneath the rubble,

the original words of wisdom,

broken tablets,

the forgotten songs?

Maybe the only way to survive the end

is to remember the beginning.

Please tell me you taught us something worth learning.

Come on, Luck!

First time I've been excited about doing homework.

Yep!

Come here.

Lucky?

Come here.

Ohh! There we go!

Sit!

Ah!

Ohh!

I got a feeling

these late fees are gonna mean bankruptcy, Luck.

Unless you're willing to get a job.

I don't know what the hell we're gonna do,

but at least we're gonna do it together.

Whatever comes next will just be for Lucky and me.

Will we be enough?

Really?

Finally got me to make a bed, Mom.

"Meaningless."

"Meaningless," says the teacher.

"Utterly meaningless."

"Everything is meaningless."

Ooh.

We're gonna die alone, aren't we, Luck?

Whoever goes second

has to promise not to eat the first.

We're the last-chance Texaco, Luck.

And no one's coming by anymore.

Sometimes I hold my breath and it feels like

all of creation is holding it with me.

No sound.

Not even a heartbeat.

I wonder if the Earth...

if it has even noticed that I'm still here.

Golden brown, Luck.

That's some Michelin-star cooking right there.

Mm!

The wind blows to the south

and turns to the north.

round and round it goes.

Ever returning on its course.

Get it together, Ish.

All streams flow into the sea...

Get it together.

Get it together, Ish.

Get it together, Ish.

"Get it together, Ish."

Get it together, Ish.

Yet the sea is never full.

I read once that we hope for things

that we cannot actually see.

That is what makes it... hope.

But what happens if we see it?

What is the cost of that hope changing into reality?

And what can take root in the space between hope...

and everything that is still yet to come?