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Hey, wait for me!
Good morning!
Morning!
Hey, Phil! No running!
Does this go here?
Yes. Thank you.
Mark, can you set the table?
Okay, Mom!
Good morning, Emma!
Don't forget to smile.
Listen up, Emma.
We have to act like we normally would.
We broke the rules last night by going to the gate.
But we didn't find anything.
What about Little Bernie?
Right. Mom probably found him.
She probably doesn't know how he got there, though.
Mom was smilin'.
She doesn't show it on her face at all.
And that's what we have to do too.
If we let our masks slip, Mom will catch on to us.
We can't lose, so let's smile.
The tasty food,
white outfits that make stains show up easy,
and the regulated lifestyle...
It's all to make sure we're top-quality merch, ain't it?
The only thing we can do is wait as we're shipped out randomly.
It's not random.
Remember what that demon said?
"Another six-year-old? We've been shipping out a lot of average stuff lately." {ep01@18:24}
What does that mean?
If I had to say, it probably means that age relates to grade of meat.
If I remember correctly,
the siblings who were shipped out were between six and twelve years old.
If a six-year-old is considered average, then the highest quality would be...
The twelve-year-olds.
But what about our scores?
Gettin' good scores on tests won't make us tastier, right?
That's true.
They were never announced unless we got perfect scores, so maybe...
It's the order they ship us out?!
Yeah...
Starting from when we turn six, we're chosen based on who gets the lowest scores.
And when we finally turn twelve, we're shipped out no matter what.
So we were never picked because we kept gettin' perfect scores?
But I don't understand why our scores matter.
Is there somethin' special 'bout bein' between six an' twelve?
The size of our bodies?
Nah. Then it'd be all 'bout our weight.
It's about our brains.
That means...
Our brains probably taste the best.
And the more developed the brain is, the better it tastes.
They... eat our brains?
And they're willing to take on any and all costs and risks to that end.
That's why we're high-quality merchandise.
Think back, Emma.
The last three to be shipped out were Conny, Hao, and Sadie.
Going by that schedule, the next shipment should be two months from now at the earliest.
We need to come up with a way for all of us to escape before then.
If we draw a simple map of this place,
the House is in the middle, then the gate,
and finally, there's the forest that surrounds it all.
So, first of all, which one should we escape through?
The gate, or the forest?
Probably the forest?
The gate's always shut unless they're shippin' someone, and when it's open...
The demons are out there.
So what's our escape timing, then?
Afternoon playtime, when we can move around the House grounds freely?
Or at night during shipping when Mom isn't—
Not while they're shippin'!
We're definitely losin' someone if we do.
Right.
Besides, there's no telling if the little ones can keep themselves awake.
Then it's decided.
We'll escape through the forest during the day.
Whether that's possible...
...depends on what it's like beyond the forest.
Norman!
You okay?
Guess I wore myself out with all that planning.
Well, guess I'll go look instead!
So? You see anything?
Nothin'.
But this wall's 'bout two to three meters thick.
An' it's pretty tall.
But there are no guards.
It's quiet.
What do you think?
It's hard and sturdy.
It doesn't even have any joints, let alone footholds.
And the surface is totally smooth.
There's no way anyone's climbing this.
Then should we give up?
That's what this wall wants us to do.
But either one of us could climb it if we had a rope.
It doesn't seem like there are any demons around.
The only one watching us is Mom.
Don't worry. There's nothing to be scared of.
Gotcha.
Huh? We're missing two kids.
Mom!
Mark?
What's wrong?
What do I do?
I lost Naila in the forest!
I looked everywhere, but I can't find her!
Don't you worry.
All of you stay right here, okay?
Mom...
Mom!
Naila!
She must've tired herself out and fallen asleep.
Look, there isn't a scratch on her.
Thank goodness!
I'm so sorry, Naila! I'm sorry!
It was like Mom knew exactly where Naila was.
Come to think of it, Mom's always been great at findin' us.
She always found us in a snap, no matter where we hid.
That's not a pocket watch...
It's a tracking device!
There's probably transmitters implanted somewhere in our bodies.
Mom purposely showed us the compact case so we would figure it out.
"Whoever you are, you're not getting away."
That's the message Mom's trying to send us.
Mom is...
...an enemy!
First off, let's get our hands on some rope.
I have a good idea of where to look.
I'll meet up with you in the hallway tonight at 10.
Hang on!
They have transmitters on us,
so what if they have other stuff, like cameras or bugs, too?
It's fine.
I had a look around, and couldn't find anything.
When'd you do that?
That much was probably obvious, though.
It's not the building they're trying to secure, it's us.
Do you think Mom knows already?
That we went up to the wall earlier...
I don't think so.
She didn't bust us when we went to deliver Little Bernie, after all.
Good point.
It's not as if Mom is constantly aware of our whereabouts.
She'll only know where we are if she checks.
She knows that Little Bernie was brought to the gate by someone other than Conny.
But I don't think she's figured out who it was.
If she had, she wouldn't have warned us in such a roundabout way.
I see.
Hey, Norman!
You got a sec?
The clock's playing up.
Sure, I'll come take a look.
It'll be okay, Emma.
We're not suspects just yet.
Conny...
Em—
What's wrong, Emma?
You look pale.
Which reminds me, you weren't quite your cheerful self this morning.
That's not...
It's nothin' really.
I just got a little sad thinkin' that I'll be leavin' the House soon too.
Do you like it here at the House?
I love both the House an' you, Mom!
I wonder what Conny's doing right now.
Conny said she wanted to be a mother like you when she grew up.
Yes, I know.
I'm sure Conny will become a lovely adult,
and a good mother, too.
Dinner's ready, Mom.
I'll be right there.
Wait for me!
Hurry up!
Let's go, Emma.
Sure.
Did the two of you...
go to the gate yesterday?
Why would we?
It's against the rules.
Besides, we were having too much fun playing tag yesterday, right?
Yeah!
Why?
It's fine, so long as you didn't go.
Can you stand?
Using tablecloths was a genius idea, Norman!
We can use them as a makeshift rope.
This should take care of getting over the wall.
Now to deal with the bigger issues...
Finding where the transmitters are...
...and putting together a proper plan to get everyone out.
Hey, Norman.
I was thinkin' that it's probably fine to tell Ray.
I agree.
Ray's not likely to panic,
and his vast knowledge extends to machines, too.
I'm sure he'd be a huge help.
But...
But?
I'll talk to Ray myself.
Why don't you head back, and—
Why?
Ray?
'Sup.
Sorry, I followed you guys.
It's been bugging me for a while, so I thought I'd ask you two about it.
What happened at the gate that night?
When you went to go deliver Little Bernie to Conny, I mean.
You were clearly acting strange.
Not to mention that you came back empty-handed despite "not making it".
You're rather perceptive.
Something definitely happened! Spit it out already!
He's too smart for us after all.
Demons...
A farm...
And Mom is an enemy?
This is real messed up.
He caught on quick!
You're saying that we're cared for so thoroughly so we can become top-shelf demon food?
I mean...
I'm surprised you're believin' us so easily.
Why wouldn't I?
Norman wouldn't make up such a stupid lie.
You, on the other hand...
Anyway, if we're really going to escape, there's a couple of issues to address.
First of all, the number of kids.
If we limit it to those who can actually—
Hang on!
I wanna escape with everyone.
Help us, Ray. Please.
Everyone?
You're kidding, right?
There's 37 of us.
And most are under six.
With Mom, the demons, and the transmitters to factor in,
an already difficult escape becomes even more challenging.
We know that.
But it's not impossible—
No, it is impossible.
You haven't realized, have you, Emma?
W-Wait, Ray!
Oh, I see.
That's why you said you'd talk to me yourself.
When it comes to something like this, you should just come out with it.
Emma.
What?
Just escaping this place isn't enough.
What's that supposed to mean?
We don't know what it's like on the outside.
But there's a place we're getting shipped to.
The fact that a human farm exists should give you some clues.
What waits outside is a society of demons.
There is no place for us humans to live.
So it really is impossible.
If we take everyone, we'll all die.
We have to leave them behind. That's the best option.
No way.
Even if it's impossible, I wanna get everyone outta here.
We can figure it out somehow!
I don't want our escape to fail,
but there's no way we can leave 'em all behind, either.
I want Conny to be the last.
I don't wanna see anyone else end up like that ever again.
If there isn't a place for us humans out there, then let's make one ourselves.
Let's change the world.
I understand now, thanks to you, Ray.
That's the kinda prison break we've gotta pull off.
I ain't givin' up on this.
I'm set on this.
So, Ray, you're the one who's gotta give up. Quit your whinin' and help us!
Hey, babysitter! How can—
We'll escape with everyone, no matter what!
I'm not goin' otherwise!
I'm not! I'm not!
Do something about that idiot!
She's being unreasonable!
I know, right?
But I'm glad she's so cheerful.
You've got to stop her! If you don't, you're both going to die!
You knew that from the very start, didn't you?
Emma cried, you know?
That night, I thought she was crying because she was scared of dying.
But I was wrong.
I was the one who was worrying about that.
Emma was crying because she was scared of her family dying.
Isn't that just amazing?
She's putting the others before herself, even in such an awful situation.
That's the totally wrong approach, though.
The whole plan's a sinking ship! We can manage with just us three!
If it's just us, we can pull this off.
You're correct, and you shouldn't be ashamed of that.
Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment, Norman.
You've got it backwards, Ray.
I'm fine with sailing on a sinking ship.
But why?
You're not like her!
You're far more level-headed, and you always make the right choices.
So, why?
Because I love her.
And it's because I love her that I want to see her keep on smiling.
You've lost your mind.
What if Emma dies because of all this?
I won't let that happen.
I'll do everything in my power to prevent it.
Fortunately, I've never failed to accomplish something I've set out to do.
If you plug all the holes, a sinking ship will float.
A sinking ship won't necessarily go down.
This is madness.
Perhaps.
Both Emma and I are insane, it seems.
We've totally lost it.
You can't let us do this on our own, can you?
Damn it.
Like hell I could.
Ray. Norman.
We should still have some free time left, right?
I wonder what's up.
Allow me to introduce you.
This is your newest little sister, Carol.
And this is Sister Krone.
She's here to help me take care of you.
A-An adult?
Another enemy...
I'll be living here with you all, starting today.
Pleased to meet you.
It's nice to meet you too.
Hello!
Today's reddened sky is truly frightening
We would've been so much happier if we didn't know
Before I realize it, another warm light fizzles into the darkness
And with it, the gentle voices we once cherished fade into nothing
Believing in those was all I had left to hold onto
We'll pour our blood, sweat, tears, and determination
Into continuing to live our lives to their fullest
It's too late now to wish for love and happiness
So, move now, these clumsy legs of mine
Break free of this cage to take hold of our bright futures
Make it past our darkest fears and our despair