[Murray] And that's your biggest worry?
[Dr. Schoenheiss] Yes, any kind of virus.
But most probably something similar to influenza.
Because of air travel.
Through the air.
- Coughing... - I'm sorry.
I meant people. On planes.
That was something you described in your book.
[Dr. Schoenheiss] Yes, a new virus in Madagascar, say, could be in Chicago
within a matter of weeks,
and we end up with a global pandemic. Pan meaning "all."
The whole world becomes sick all at once.
And, Dr. Neuman, you're also an epidemiologist.
I presume the prospect
of a viral pandemic keeps you up at night as well.
- No. - No?
- No. - All right, well, that's our show.
No, mankind has been at war with the virus from the start.
Sometimes, millions of people die, as in an actual war.
But in the end, we always win.
Just to be clear, you do think microorganisms pose a threat.
Oh, in the most dire terms.
- Bacteria. - No.
- You like saying no. - Yes.
[audience laughing]
Not bacteria. Not viruses.
- So? - Fungus.
Yes, that's the usual response.
Fungi seem harmless enough.
Many species know otherwise.
Because there are some fungi who seek not to kill,
but to control.
Let me ask you, where do we get LSD from?
- Where do you get it from? - [audience titters]
[Dr. Neuman] It comes from ergot, a fungus.
Psilocybin, also a fungus.
Viruses can make us ill, but fungi can alter our very minds.
There's a fungus that infects insects.
Gets inside an ant, for example,
travels through its circulatory system to the ant's brain,
and then floods it with hallucinogens,
thus bending the ant's mind to its will.
The fungus starts to direct the ant's behavior,
telling it where to go, what to do,
like a puppeteer with a marionette.
And it gets worse.
The fungus needs food to live,
so it begins to devour its host from within,
replacing the ant's flesh with its own,
but it doesn't let its victim die.
No, it keeps its puppet alive by preventing decomposition.
- How? Where do we get penicillin from? - Fungus.
Dr. Schoenheiss, you're in distress.
Fungal infection of this kind is real, but not in humans.
True, fungi cannot survive
if its host's internal temperature is over 94 degrees.
And currently, there are no reasons for fungi to evolve
to be able to withstand higher temperatures.
But what if that were to change?
What if, for instance,
the world were to get slightly warmer?
Well, now there is reason to evolve.
One gene mutates and an ascomycete, candida, ergot,
cordyceps, aspergillus, any one of them could become
capable of burrowing into our brains
and taking control, not of millions of us,
but billions of us.
Billions of puppets with poisoned minds
permanently fixed on one unifying goal:
to spread the infection to every last human alive
by any means necessary.
And there are no treatments for this.
No preventatives, no cures.
They don't exist. It's not even possible to make them.
So, if that happens...
We lose.
[Murray clears throat]
We'll be back.
[theme music playing]
- [alarm buzzing] - [knocking]
[Sarah] Alarm.
Alarm!
[music playing on stereo]
- Where's the pancake mix? - [Joel] Oh, was I...
Yeah, I was. Sorry.
I was gonna make you birthday pancakes.
I swear.
You know I don't really like pancakes.
I know you don't like them. It was for my benefit.
Vitamin C.
You get your homework done?
Fractions?
[laughs]
- How old are you again? - Thirty-six.
- You're gonna have to wear diapers soon. - Who says I don't already?
Shell.
Calcium.
Lovely.
Is there enough for Uncle Tommy?
Well, there would've been.
[door opens, closes]
Hey.
You're still alive, you old fucker.
Aw. He loves you.
He's dependent on me. Not the same.
I think it's the same.
It's definitely the same. I thought we was having pancakes.
We'll pick you somethin' up on the road.
- Concrete guys gonna be there? - Yeah, they said maybe.
Maybe? We can't frame until we pour. We're not getting paid until we frame.
Well, we could bring someone else on, get the job done faster.
No, no. I'm not splitting this job. I barely wanna split it with you.
We could work a double.
- Literally? Today? - I know. I'll be done by 9:00.
By 9:00, right?
Yeah.
I'll bring back a cake.
I promise.
[female reporter]...continued disturbances in Jakarta,
but are advising US citizens...
Jakarta. Where is that, Middle East?
[Tommy] It doesn't ring a bell. It's definitely a country.
- Or maybe part of Asia? - Jakarta isn't a country.
Being a part of Asia isn't mutually exclusive with being a country,
and in fact, it's the capital of Indonesia.
[Tommy] Shit. Hope for us yet.
[device beeping]
All right.
Finish up quick, we'll drop you off.
- [Sarah] I'm still eating my eggshells. - You got seven minutes.
Your t-shirt's inside out.
Shit.
He's losing it.
- [car honks] - [Joel] Sarah!
[Mr. Adler] Hey, neighbor!
Oh, hi.
Connie was asking after you, since you haven't been over in a while.
You make 'em happy.
I could come by after school, but just for, like, a little bit.
She'll take whatcha got.
Y'all can bake or whatever.
Speaking of,
we got a lot of extra here.
Y'all want some biscuits?
Dad, you love biscuits.
I do.
But I'm on Atkins.
- [Mr. Adler] On what now? - It's a... You know what?
We gotta run, but Sarah'll be by later.
She'll stay as long as you want,
tell you all about Atkins.
[Mr. Adler] Great! I'll let Connie know.
Solid.
Can't tell you how exciting it was listening to that fucking conversation.
Put that out.
Happy birthday to you.
I want you to write this diagram out exactly as I have it.
Always subject and predicate,
verb and noun.
Okay? The sentence is, "Where are you going?" Subject is "You".
"You are going",
predicate.
"Where", adverb.
You see it? Okay. I have some nods, shaking of heads.
I swear you will use this later in life.
Believe me, that's why you're here.
Okay? So...
[bell chiming]
[female teacher] Yes, you need to know this!
Yes, it's on your test next week!
Homework is due end of class tomorrow!
[Arabic music playing on stereo]
Twenty.
[Sarah] That's it?
Okay, 30.
Twenty's good.
It's a spring. I'll do it right now.
[siren blaring]
All day. I swear.
We're closing.
[speaking Arabic]
We're done for today.
It's 3:15, we close at 7:00.
[speaking Arabic]
- I'm very sorry. He cannot finish. - I'm already finished.
[speaking Arabic]
You should go home.
[doorbell rings]
- There you are, sweetie. - Sorry.
I was getting worried.
I was getting something for my dad.
Hi, Mercy.
Hey, is everything okay? Like, on the news?
Like what, hon?
Well, no, there was just a lot of police and stuff on the road today.
Well, that's true every day, isn't it?
People out there need to get right with Jesus.
Three nails plus one cross equals four-given.
I was thinking we'd make some cookies.
Chocolate chip?
Raisin.
Come on, Mama. It's green.
- [oven timer buzzes] - You love that.
Here we go!
I don't know why I talk to her.
She's completely deaf.
Wanna give me a hand?
Be right there!
Hey, Mrs. Adler?
Could I borrow this?
[chuckles] Yeah, sure.
It's one of Danny's.
You know what? My dad's gonna be back real soon.
- I should go. - You sure?
- Yeah. - Well, then you're taking some cookies.
[nasal breathing]
[planes approaching]
[news reporter] No comment today from the Austin Police Department
regarding a rash of violent incidents across the city,
some suggesting a new street drug may be to blame.
More on that when we return, with Manuela Sanchez reporting live...
[door opening]
You locked the door for once.
- Good job. - Yeah.
[sighs wearily]
- It's 10:00. - I know.
They gave us the wrong size for the headers.
That doesn't mean anything to you. I'm sorry.
Where's the cake?
- [Joel] Shit. - Come on, man.
[Joel] I'll get us one tomorrow.
Swear? Or you don't get your present.
- You got me a present? - Swear.
On my life.
Wow.
Fixed it for you.
- Did you? - What?
I don't hear anything.
[laughing]
That was lame.
- You're lame. - Yeah, I know.
Where'd you get the money for this?
Drugs. I sell hardcore drugs.
It's better than what I do.
It was only $20, which I stole from you.
I could've stolen $60,
but I put the change back because I'm an honest thief.
- Hmm. - Besides, it's the thought that counts.
And you were never gonna do it for yourself, so.
Thank you.
There's one more.
- Borrowed it from the Adlers. - [gasps]
Oh, this is the one with the deleted scenes.
Yeah, imagine how bad those have to be.
Come on, pop it in. While it's still your birthday.
- Don't fall asleep. - 'Course, I won't.
- It's too riveting. - [enthralling movie theme]
[cell phone buzzing]
Hello?
[Tommy] Joel, it's me.
I'm okay.
- Yeah? - But I'm in jail.
- God damn it. - Wasn't my fault this time.
I was at the bar, some guy goes crazy, starts swinging at a waitress,
I stepped in, knocked him out, cops show up...
Look, it doesn't fucking matter.
- You gotta bail me out. - Now?
It's Friday, you don't get me out tonight,
I'm in here all weekend.
It's a fucking madhouse, Joel.
- I gotta get out. - Which jail? Travis County?
Yeah, on 10th.
- God damn it, Tommy. - I'm sorry.
[sighs]
Please.
Okay.
Fucking idiot.
- [electricity crackling] - [dog barks distantly]
[helicopter hovering]
[helicopter hovering over]
Dad?
- [helicopter hovering] - [dog barking]
Dad?
[car driving off]
[news reporter] Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area
and will be in contact with further instructions.
- [ramming] - [gasps]
Stay indoors. Law enforcement...
[dog whimpering]
[shushing]
- Easy. Easy, Mercy. - [panting]
What are you doing out here, boy?
[barking]
[siren wailing in distance]
- Come on, let's get you home. - [dog whimpering]
Come on, Mercy. Please.
Mercy!
Mrs. Adler?
[siren wails in distance]
Mrs. Adler?
- [gunshot in distance] - [car alarm]
[utensils clanking]
Mrs. Adler?
Help me.
[groans softly]
[muted groans]
[heavy breathing]
[screeches softly]
[screeches]
[tires screeching]
- [breath trembling] - Get in the truck! Right now!
- Move! - [screeching]
[heaving, belching]
[screeches]
[accelerated heaving]
What are we doing, Joel?
[both grunting]
- You killed her. - Baby, I'm sorry.
- Joel, we gotta go. - Sarah, listen to me.
It's not just the Adlers.
But we're gonna be brave,
- and we're gonna get outta this. - [exploding]
Hey. Let's go. Come on.
Get in.
Joel?
Denise, you get back inside the house!
- You lock your doors! Now! - [Tommy] Come on, get in!
- Get your seat belt on. - Hold on.
[Tommy grunts]
[woman] Jesus Christ, Joel!
- You take 71. - 71, I know.
[sirens blaring]
- Daddy... - We don't know.
They're saying it's a virus. Some kind of parasite.
[Sarah] Is it from terrorists?
We don't know.
- [Sarah] Are we sick? - No. Of course not.
Why did things blow up?
No cellphone, no radio.
A minute ago, newsman wouldn't shut up.
- [Sarah] How do you know? - [Joel] What?
How do you know we're not sick?
[Tommy] They're saying it's mostly people in the city.
That's why they got the highway blocked off.
[Tommy] God.
That's Jimmy's place.
The Adlers would take Nana into the city
to the hospital for stuff.
That's right. They would. That's probably why.
But, you'd have to go a lot, right?
We're fine. Trust me.
All right.
[man] Here! Right here!
- [man] Hey! - What are you doing?
- They got a kid, Joel. - So do we. Keep driving.
- [man] Please, no! No, no! - We could put them in the back.
Somebody else will come along.
Fuck! Everybody had the same fucking idea.
[car honks]
- I can't get through this. - All right. Let's think it through.
- [Tommy] Fuck! - All right, take the field.
We cut across and we pick up on the west side.
[Tommy] Yeah, yeah. West, west, all right.
All right, hang on.
Shit! Fucking Army.
- Isn't that good? - [Tommy] It's good for them,
but that's the highway we're trying to get to.
[Joel] All right, keep moving. Head north.
- Could be a lot of people. - Well, we can't go south,
we can't go east, we can't go west. Hell else we supposed to go?
Tommy, come on!
Yeah, I know that place.
- This can work. - Yeah, but then what?
I don't know. Mexico. Just far.
- Far as we can. How much gas? - Three-quarter tank.
Go through town, golf course by the river, straight across,
we pick up the highway on the other side of the blockade,
then we're out.
Maybe it's everywhere.
Maybe there's nowhere to go.
What the fuck?
[airplane whooshes]
[Joel] Son of a bitch. Gotta go around.
Grab something!
- [tires screech] - [car revs]
[people screaming]
All right, keep going, keep going.
Shit. Tommy!
[car honks]
[clamoring]
Tommy, you can't stop here.
- I can't drive through 'em all. - Are you serious?
Just keep going!
- [glass shatters] - [all screaming]
Go, go, go. Back, back,
- back, back! - I'm trying!
[people yelling]
Tommy, go faster! We gotta go!
[Tommy] I'm trying! There's nowhere to fucking go!
- [Joel] Find an alley! - [Tommy] What alley?
- There's people everywhere! - [Joel] Roll the fuck over them!
We gotta get off this street now!
[Tommy] That's what I'm trying to do, Joel.
[Joel] We're gonna be okay. Just keep driving.
Dad?
Holy shit!
Move. Move!
[airplane whooshes, crashes]
[loud explosion]
[siren at a distance]
[distant explosion]
[groans softly]
Sarah, Sarah.
Stay right there. Don't move.
Tommy, you okay?
[Tommy] Yeah, okay.
[heavy breathing]
[Joel] Sarah, don't look.
You look at me, okay?
- I'm sorry, baby, I know, I know. - [whimpering]
Come here. Put your arms around me.
Come here, come here.
I got you. I got you.
Got you.
Are you okay? Are you okay?
- My ankle. - All right, okay.
- We gotta get off the street! Shit! - [police car hoots]
Tommy?
Tommy!
Head to the river! I'll find a way.
Get her outta here, Joel! Go!
- We can't leave him. - He'll be fine.
- Can you run? - No.
- You keep your eyes on me. - Okay.
- Okay? - Okay.
And don't look anywhere else.
All right.
[Sarah panting]
[all moaning, panting]
[roaring]
[Sarah gasps]
[yelps]
[groaning]
- [screeching] - [gunshot]
It's okay, baby. You're safe.
[man] Don't move!
- My daughter's hurt her ankle. - Stop right there!
Okay.
Easy now. We're not sick!
I've got two civilians by the river, one of them injured.
Ankle.
What about Uncle Tommy?
We're gonna get you somewhere safe first.
- Then we'll go back for him, okay? - Okay.
- [man] I'm sorry, repeat?
Hey. No one told you to move.
Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir. - [walkie talkie clicks]
Yes, sir.
We're not sick.
Sir,
- we are not sick! - [rifle fires]
[Joel grunts]
I'm sorry.
- Please, don't. - [gunshot]
[groans softly]
Oh, God.
No.
- No, no. No. - [Sarah breathing rapidly]
Okay. You're okay.
You're okay. Move your hand, baby.
Move your hand.
[Sarah breath trembling, sobbing]
[breath trembling, yelps]
I know, baby, I know, I know, I know, I know.
I know it hurts.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, baby. You're okay, you're okay.
I know, I know, I know, I know, baby, I know, I know. I know this hurts.
You're gonna be okay.
All right. Baby, baby, listen to me.
I gotta get you up, okay?
I gotta get you up.
All right? Come on.
You come on. I know, baby.
No, no. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
Tommy, help me!
Joel.
Come on, baby girl.
Come on, baby girl. I gotta get you up.
Come on.
Come on, we'll get up.
- [voice shaking] Come on, baby girl. - [breathing heavily]
Come on, come on, please.
[birds chirping softly]
[electronic door buzzing open]
[door closes]
We don't want you falling out of the chair.
What's your name?
Are you alone?
And...
how did you get this?
It's gonna be a little tickle right here.
[clicks]
[beeps]
What if I told you that after we gave you some medicine,
we're gonna find you your favorite food to eat?
Would you like that?
And then we'll get you some new clothes and toys,
as many as you wanna play with.
It's just a little needle.
- [clicks tongue] - It's okay.
You're safe.
[speaking inaudibly]
I can't.
[buzzer sounding]
[man] Ten.
- You got anything else? - Nothing today.
Tomorrow, we got street sweeping, or sewer maintenance.
[Joel] Which pays more?
That'd be the one with the shit.
Late crew. 4:00 p.m. start.
[woman on P.A.]...violation of EMC 342.3,
unauthorized exit from a Quarantine Zone.
Maria Elisiano, violation of EMC 342.7,
unauthorized entry into a Quarantine Zone.
Each of you have been tried in a military court ofjustice,
and each of you having been found guilty by the court martial panel,
and with a sentence of death by execution,
as empowered under the EMPA, Article 1, Section 5...
Come on.
- Or I could just shoot you. - Yeah, but then what would you do?
You're short five.
- Oxy? - Hydro.
- How old? - Three months.
- From Atlanta? - I don't know where he gets 'em from.
- I just know they're real. - If it's real, it's from Atlanta.
FEDRA's got a factory down there in the QZ.
Supposedly only makes two things.
Pills and bullets, bullets and pills.
Well, the more you shoot people, the harder it is to sleep, I guess.
[laughs sarcastically] Oh, you guess?
You want 'em or not?
I need the bag back.
- How are we doing with the vehicle? - All set.
Had to get one last guy in the depot to buy in.
Okay, how much?
Four of them on that shift plus me, 600 total.
Look, those trucks are shitheaped for a reason.
And they don't have any batteries. I know.
I can see about 200 for the other guys, 200 for you.
[Lee] Deal.
Hey. Do yourself a favor,
stay off the streets for the next few nights.
Fucking Fireflies been blowing shit up all week.
Two of our guys got shot this morning.
Boss has got us working doubles. Guys are jumpy and tired.
It's easy to make a mistake in the dark.
Stay safe.
Yeah, you too.
[sighing] What do you want me to say, Tess?
[Tess] I'm not asking you to say anything.
Sure.
It's not like I planned on ripping you off.
I'm sorry.
Well...
how about we just let it go?
What else are you gonna do?
You gonna keep me here?
- Kill me? - [Robert] Tess, come on.
Then, Robert, what do you want?
I want you to forget this ever happened.
Done.
- Don't do that. - [Tess] What?
It's just a truck battery.
I paid you for it, you sold it to someone else, and you spent my money.
You think I've never done shit like that?
- My guys fucked you up. - Yeah, so discipline them.
Cut off a finger or whatever the fuck you want.
I don't care. They're your fucking guys.
What about your guy?
'Cause when he sees you, I mean... put yourself in my shoes.
Look, he answers to me.
So, I give you my word that he won't hurt you.
I'll tell him that I got jumped by some guys,
and then you and I can just move the fuck on.
Now your shit has pretty much ruined my week,
and I'd like to go home and drink 'til my face stops hurting.
So, are we good?
- Yeah. - [man groans]
[coughing]
[electronic door buzzes]
- [man shouts indistinctly] - [electronic door buzzes]
[woman over loudspeaker] All citizens must
clear the surrounding area immediately.
Do not return until FEDRA authorities permit.
All citizens must clear the surrounding area immediately.
Do not return until FEDRA authorities permit.
All citizens must clear the surrounding area immediately.
Do not return until FEDRA authorities permit.
All citizens must clear the surrounding area immediately.
Do not return until FEDRA authorities permit.
All citizens must clear the surrounding area immediately.
Do not return until FEDRA authorities permit.
- Shit. - [gunshots]
Firefly, up top!
Free Boston now, motherfuckers!
[people clamoring]
- [gunshots] - [man] Move, move, move.
- [rifles firing] - [people clamoring]
They're shooting.
- They're shooting at us. - [soldier] On your knees. On your knees.
No, no! I'm not a F...
I'm not a Firefly!
[electronic door buzzes distantly]
[door opens]
Count slowly and clearly from one to ten.
- One, two, three, four... - Slowly, and clearly.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Fuck
you.
And hold out your...
- State your name, slowly and clearly. - Veronica.
Same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and the...
Hey. People are gonna come looking for me.
People from FEDRA, you hear me?
Let me out or you're gonna pay, motherfuckers!
I'm not supposed to be here!
[sighs softly]
[man] Hey, there's a line.
[man 2] "Tell Dad it's a girl.
That would be good, right?
He wanted a granddaughter.
Love, Becca."
End message. Read back.
Correct.
73-K Orlando, out.
Nothing?
Is there any chance it's coming in at night?
You're asleep and you miss it?
When I'm sleeping, Gabriela listens or my son, the smart one,
not the other one, God bless him.
If Tommy responded, we'd know.
- And you're talking to the tower? - Every day.
They gave him your message.
They haven't seen or heard from him since.
And that's it.
- It hasn't been that long. - It's been three weeks.
It's never taken him more than a day to respond.
I'm sure he's okay.
Show me where the tower is.
You can't be serious.
Joel, it's in Wyoming.
All this open country?
You're a capable guy,
but there are worse things than Infected out there.
I hear everything on this.
There are raiders, there are slavers...
But you're "sure" Tommy is okay?
[sighing grimly]
It's...
It's the Cody Tower.
Q-Bar 4, but I don't know exactly where...
Next!
[creaking]
[slams glass]
[man] Joel!
[baby crying distantly]
[spoon clattering]
I got jumped by a couple guys.
- What guys? - Just a couple teenagers.
Said some shit I probably shouldn't have.
Come on. You know these guys were born after the outbreak.
Never learned how to argue. They just start swinging.
Fucking 19-year-old pieces of shit.
It's a miracle you're alive.
It's a miracle any of us are alive.
These aren't new.
No.
I was in FEDRA lockup all day.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
- I need you to take a breath. - What?
- Joel. - What?
The guys who jumped me were with Robert.
He sold our battery to someone else.
Nothing's lost.
Shit like this is gonna happen.
Now we just shake it off,
and we go get our cards back or the battery.
I need the battery, Tess.
The truck's no good without one
and if I don't get to Tommy soon, he's gonna die out there!
Okay, fuck it. We get our money back and the battery.
But, Joel, listen.
Robert is terrified of you.
So, you march out of here all Clint Eastwood,
he's going to get wind of it and skip.
I need you to take a breath.
Who'd he sell it to?
- Don't know. - Well, where is he?
Don't know...
...yet.
But we're gonna find out quietly.
Understand?
Now, I promised Robert that you wouldn't hurt him.
But I would very much like for you to hurt him.
So, let's go hunt that motherfucker down
and get our battery and our truck.
And then we'll go find Tommy.
All right?
All right.
The team in place at Southeast 3?
[Kim] I held them back.
I have some questions.
Okay.
[Kim] We've been blowing up meaningless FEDRA targets
spread out all over the QZ for two weeks.
We've already lost four people, and we're...
What's the point of this?
Is that your question?
That's one of them.
My answer is to follow fucking orders.
And why do you have some random girl locked in a room?
And the guys you have guarding her won't tell me shit.
Our people are asking what's going on, and I don't know what to tell them.
Tell them to follow fucking orders.
You two, go to Southeast 3. Now.
[door closes]
- Kim. - Marlene.
We are in a war against a military dictatorship
to restore democracy and freedom. Does that sound about right?
- Yes. - Are we winning?
Are we beating FEDRA here?
Are the Fireflies beating FEDRA anywhere?
Rebellion takes time.
If you fight 20 years and get nowhere, you're not a rebellion.
Just spray paint.
We're not hitting FEDRA all over the QZ.
We hit 'em here, here, here, here, here.
Where are we right now?
I want FEDRA everywhere but here.
I want them as distracted as possible.
Because tonight, every Firefly in Boston is gonna gather in this building,
and we are gonna leave the QZ. Permanently.
We're quitting?
No, we're taking that random girl locked in that room west.
From our guy in the radio tower in Salem.
Is this real?
I believe it is.
Keep it quiet.
[Kim] Whatever you need.
Whatever it takes.
We'll get her where she needs to go.
Hey, friend.
Don't worry. I don't want anything.
But if you're feeling lost...
You tell me to "Look for the light" and I'll break your jaw.
Well, I mean, it'd cost us a couple of cards, but we got him.
He's supposedly taking the battery to a red-tagged building.
But get this, the corner of Stillman and Cross.
- The one Miguel used to use? - [Tess] Yeah, I'm thinking so.
I mean, we can take the subway tunnel under Haymarket,
get into the building from below and take Robert by surprise.
Pay this fucker back.
[chains clanking]
[Ellie grunting]
Come on.
[groans]
[spits]
You fucker!
[door opens, closes]
One, two, three, four...
You're not scared?
Then unlock me.
How about we start with "Thank you"?
For what?
For saving your life.
I am the one who told them not to shoot you, if you recall.
[mutters]
Why did you stop them?
We'll get to that.
So, Veronica...
how you feeling?
The same.
Is it gonna happen?
No.
So, can I go?
No.
I won't tell anyone about any of this, I swear.
Where you gonna go?
Back to FEDRA military school? You that anxious to be a soldier?
You think I chose that place?
They put me there when I was a baby.
It's for orphans.
"They" didn't put you there.
I did.
Ellie.
You my fucking mom or something?
Do I look like your mom?
No, you do not.
My name is Marlene.
I'm the leader of the Fireflies in the Boston QZ.
Why would a terrorist dump me with FEDRA?
Because it's where you'd be safest.
And you were safe there until you decided to sneak out.
And "terrorist?"
Was Riley a terrorist?
Why won't you let me go home?
Because you have a greater purpose than any of us could have ever imagined.
So, we're leaving tonight, and we're taking you with us.
[knock on door]
- [woman] He's here. - Five minutes.
[door closes]
What I'm about to tell you cannot be repeated to anyone.
Because if you do,
I assure you...
you will die.
[Tess] Okay.
Ready?
Yeah.
That's the one.
[Tess gasps, yelps]
Oh, shit!
[Joel] This one's done.
[pants]
Yeah.
I know, I just... I wasn't expecting it.
[Joel] Take it he wasn't down here last time?
No.
You think he came down after he was infected?
Or maybe down here is where he was infected.
Let's keep moving.
[Joel] It's like they reframed the whole structure.
Probably in the '80s.
Everyone was cutting down on apartment sizes
to sell more condos.
[Tess] Oh. "This has been Construction Corner with Joel Miller."
How far up are we going?
[Tess] Uh,
this far.
So, this opens into the hallway.
What the fuck? Someone put a piano in front of this?
You smell that?
Yeah, gunpowder.
Tess.
[thunder rumbling in distance]
Well, the battery's no good.
And he still tried to sell it.
Twice.
You greedy fuck.
[Marlene groans softly]
[Marlene] Just fucking help me up.
[groans softly] Shit.
God.
[Kim] Just... Okay.
- [Marlene groans] - Shit, come on.
[Ellie grunts]
Fuck.
[Marlene] Joel?
- Marlene? - [Ellie pants]
You okay?
Yeah.
[Marlene] Ellie.
Ellie!
Oh, shit!
[Marlene] No, it's okay. I'll be all right.
And you can't be stupid like this.
[Tess] So this is who Robert screwed us over with?
The Che Guevara of Boston?
I mean, war must be going pretty shitty for you
to be buying from scumbags like him.
Yeah, it kinda has been.
The merch was bad,
and he obviously didn't take "fuck off" for an answer.
- Give me my knife. - What do you need a car battery for?
- Don't. - [Marlene] Not at her.
Point it at me.
And to answer your question, I need it for a better reason than you do.
No offense, but Tommy's just one man.
- It's our business to know things. - "To know things."
You're the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.
- Okay, Joel. - That was a lot of gunfire.
- FEDRA's gonna be on the way. - I know.
We were gonna move Ellie out of the zone tonight.
But we won't make it anywhere like this. Not for a while anyway.
So now I'm thinking...
you're gonna do it.
- The hell we are. - I'm not going with them!
- Let me take her. - Tess, we don't have time for this.
- [Marlene] Oh, you don't have time? - Who is she?
- [Marlene] To you? She's cargo. - [Joel] We don't smuggle people.
- Sorry. - I can do it.
Kim, you don't have a fucking ear on your fucking head.
Could you please?
There's a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old Statehouse.
I know what's out there.
We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason.
But now I don't have a truck, I don't have a squadron,
FEDRA's five minutes away. What I do have is you.
And I know what you're both capable of.
For better or worse.
What are they capable of?
You get her there safely, and they'll give you what you need.
Not just a battery. The whole thing.
Fueled up truck, guns, supplies, all of it.
I swear.
Asshole!
You trust her?
No, me neither, but she seems desperate.
Firefly vehicle usually means repurposed FEDRA stuff.
So better than a decent chance of making it to Tommy in one of those.
- The second we hand that kid over... - Y'all talk it through,
but please remember that I'm bleeding out.
Okay. Here's the deal.
We'll get her to your crew at the Statehouse.
But before we hand her over, they give us everything that we want.
If not, we kill her. There and then.
- Deal. - Really? That fast?
You are all that matters. My team will not jeopardize that.
Remember what I told you?
Now go get your backpack.
Now, Ellie.
Let's go.
[Marlene] Joel.
Don't fuck this up.
Please.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
- [keys jangling] - [door opens]
Give us a minute, all right?
What the fuck...
[Joel] So, what's the plan?
[Tess] There's not a lot of options.
There's the short way or the long way.
The short way is pretty much...
[Joel] That leaves the long way.
Things look bad, we'll come up with something.
We have to drop, head to Bill and Frank's.
Stock up on anything we may need.
[Tess] We leave after dark. Stay with the kid.
[Joel] Wait. Why do I have to... Tess!
So, who's Bill and Frank?
The radio's a smuggling code, right?
60's song, they don't have anything new.
70's, they got new stuff.
What's 80's?
- What are you doing? - Killing time.
- What am I supposed to do? - I'm sure you'll figure that out.
Your watch is broken.
[Ellie] You mumble in your sleep.
I've never been on the other side of the wall.
Look how dark it is.
You guys go out there a lot?
- [Joel] I guess. - When was the last time?
Maybe a year. What's it matter?
[Ellie] But you know where to go.
So we're gonna be okay.
Yeah.
So what's the deal with you anyway?
You some kinda bigwig's daughter or something?
Something like that.
The radio came on when you were sleeping.
What? What was the song?
He kept saying like,
"Wake me up before you go-go"?
Shit.
Gotcha.
80's means trouble.
Code broken.
- Listen... - [door creaks open]
The spot under Lancaster looks good.
- You got a jacket in your pack? - Yeah.
Okay, get it. It's time to go.
[recorded message plays over P.A.] ...mandatory curfew
to fight the infection and insurrection.
Observe mandatory curfew
to fight infection and insurrection.
[groans softly]
Holy shit. I'm actually outside.
- [Tess] Jesus Christ. - Oh, shit.
[softly] Okay, we're gonna take the left edge around the buffer zone.
You stay close and you follow my lead.
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
[Tess] Let's go.
[vehicle approaching]
[helicopter hovering]
What the hell?
Hey! Don't move.
Don't move!
You gotta be shitting me.
- Okay, let's talk this out. - Turn around.
- Hold on... - Get on your fucking knees.
- Now hold on... - What did I fucking tell you, man?
I said stay the fuck home. Get on your knees!
Just get on your knees.
Listen, you let us do this run,
we'll split the cards with you.
- [Lee] Oh, will you? - Yeah.
I'm so blessed. Hands on your head. Eyes forward.
Hands on your head!
- Really, man? - Yep. We're doing this by the book.
[Tess] Jesus Christ.
All right. What about three-quarters?
[device beeps]
Unauthorized exit. They'll hang you for that.
Fine. Everything off of this run,
- and half off on all of the pills. - Half off?
All off.
Risk my job for half off. Out of your fucking mind.
- [Ellie screams] - [Tess] Ellie! Ellie, what the...
[grunting] Fucking bitch!
- Get out of the fucking way! - Whoa. Whoa.
We can fix this.
Move.
- [Joel grunts] - [Ellie yelps]
[grunts]
[heavy breathing]
No, no! No, I'm not sick!
- Joel! Joel! - I am not sick!
Look! Look! This is three weeks old.
Nobody lasts more than a day!
Does this look a day old to you?
- You would've killed me! - [Tess] I should fucking kill you!
When did it happen?
[Ellie] It doesn't matter. You have to trust me!
- They're gonna catch us if we don't run! - [siren wailing]
Joel, we gotta move.
We gotta move, Joel!
Joel!
[men shouting indistinctly]
[radio turns on]
["Never Let Me Down Again" playing]
I'm taking a ride with my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he's taking me
Taking me where I want to be
I'm taking a ride with my best friend
We're flying high
We're watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back Down on the ground