Tyler, can you hear me?
Look, I know you're mad.
Come on, Tyler.
Clark and I are worried.
Whatever you think happened, it's just...
it's just grown-up stuff.
- Ladies and gentlemen...
- Weird time to fly.
Yeah.
- She's from Alpha/ - Beta.
Elizabeth!
Oh, she--she's a friend.
Elizabeth!
- Once you're seated, fasten your seat belt
and also make sure your seat back
and serving trays are at their full upright position.
She mustn't have heard me.
- Sorry. Little help.
I'll get it!
Hi.
Clark.
I saw you in LaGuardia eating a pretzel.
- So shocking, Elizabeth, so shocking.
- My lawyer called during the layover.
Tyler doesn't know.
And now...
Oh, look, we're in a shit indie movie.
- C-can he not hear us? - No.
Why are you going to Chicago?
- Well, I was still listed as an executor of Arthur's estate.
I'm...
I'm responsible for getting the body back to Mexico.
I mean, I-I'm just so sorry for Tyler.
Mm.
Was it hard to remember our names?
Whose?
- All the women that Arthur fucked.
- I usually wasn't aware-- - You never made a mistake.
I...
Elizabeth...
How's Tyler doing?
Not great, but...
he won't admit it.
- Excuse me, sir. You're standing in my way.
- Sorry. - Sei pazzo.
- Is he bothering you? - Oh, no, she's, um...
- Ladies and gentlemen,
we've got a bit of a hiccup in Chicago,
and we're being diverted to Severn City, Michigan.
- You're kidding me. - Oh.
Shouldn't be too long.
Please leave first class.
- It's okay, Brian. He's, uh--he's just a fan.
- Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.
- Ladies and gentlemen, we are getting more information
on the larger global situation as it comes in,
and we will continue to update you.
Thank you for your understanding.
- We don't seem to be hearing each other.
Do you even know what a United Nations Ambassador is?
She has been to Nepal.
She has done humanitarian work in Belize.
- Hey, I'm getting a car from the rental desk--
Brian!
- Just--if you and Tyler wanted to, um--
- My assistant just got us a jet--it's en route.
Oh, fantastic.
- T-to Chicago? - Mm.
- He's the agent. I'm the nanny.
- There's the first-class lounge.
Brian, let's take that.
Tyler?
Shay, can you get him? Tyler!
Why?
- It is your job to get me out of here!
Michi-what?
- Jesus. - I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
- Um, could you tell me where the, uh, car rental desk is?
- No cars. Everything's rented.
I need to get to Chicago.
- Well, okay, Steve Martin. Let me call John Candy.
We'll get you both back home for Thanksgiving.
- I need you to get me on a flight, now!
That is not an option. Do you hear me?
That is not an option!
Sir!
I need you to take a breath.
Fuck you.
- Down you get. Down you get.
Ah!
- Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.
all flights have been canceled at this time.
Come on!
- Deaths inside critical international logistics firms
could cause a catastrophe in the coming days,
regardless of case numbers dramatically dropping.
Cain, if you're watching this, you need to listen to me.
This is real. Take the kids to your parents' place, now.
Back roads only, no motorways.
Excuse me.
Holy shit.
God has a plan.
- Uh-huh.
Let's fucking hope so.
Hey, it's Tim.
Try leaving a message.
I hate phones. Bye!
- Hiya. Um, I forgot my charger.
So I'm gonna have to borrow one.
This flu seems substantial.
But don't worry. N-no one has it here, so...
I just heard them say
they're not letting people get off that one.
The people on that plane are sick.
Holy shit.
I mean, they--they still have rights as citizens.
And if they need medical attention...
I guess it doesn't matter.
This flu kills everyone.
We're all dead if they come inside here.
Would you die for a stranger?
Probably not.
Excuse me.
They're bringing the luggage.
Thank you.
All remaining baggage
will be available in the atrium only
beneath the "Edmund Fitzgerald."
Good luck.
Excuse me.
I'm such a fan. You just have no idea.
- Thank you. - Would you mind?
Um...
- yeah, sure.
- I mean, you'd think at a time like this...
I mean, she's famous. Big deal.
I'll tell you what-- she won't be very famous
if everyone on the fucking planet dies.
Wow.
Serious business.
Do you remember me?
I'm a friend of your father's.
Uncle Clark.
I think you're very smart.
And I think you know exactly what call
your mother got back in New York...
last night.
Your father...
Hmm.
You know, I don't know what's gonna happen with this flu.
Civilization is a complex, self-correcting mechanism,
as complex as a person, ah...
only self-aware to a degree.
Eh...
you understand.
But whatever happens...
I'm your uncle Clark.
"The worst I may be yet.
"The worst is not
"as long as we can say...
'this is the worst.'"
M-Mom! Mom!
Does, um, she need help?
I don't know.
I quit my job a couple of hours ago.
Had my gear in my truck, thank God.
Oh.
I think this thing is really happening, man.
You can see it out there...
Kind of this...
glaze in people's eyes.
It's like the whole world is just this now.
- They're all heroes on board that plane...
every single one of them.
We'll get through this.
My optimism's intact.
- You sure that's not the liquid courage?
- Probably. - Probably.
- Can you put on something else?
God! Change the fucking channel!
- No! It's my TV, bitch.
Clark Thompson.
No smoking.
I see from my files here you've been doing some business
with Goldman Sachs.
Is that my LinkedIn page?
- I obviously can't let this go wide,
but I'm looking for useful people,
thoughtful people, skilled people...
like you.
Ah, I'm not sure
I know what you're talking about.
- I'm talking about zombies, man.
Good.
- Stay out of my beach community.
Who's that guy?
- Ladies and gentlemen, this is Agent Nick Roker,
Homeland Security, with a little announcement.
I know these are trying times, but we need you
to be a little more respectful of the facilities here,
restrooms especially.
We have no further updates for you at this time.
We'll all get through this together.
Roker out.
You're grounded, fuckers.
No way.
Finally, a fucking signal.
Hey, where are you?
Call me.
I wish you were here.
I've been thinking about the "I accept this" thing,
Dr. Norman, and I-I do not.
I-I do not accept this.
I'm really sick.
I have it.
I'm sorry.
It wasn't true, what I said.
I just can't take two weeks off.
Remember that time at Jonny's?
I love you.
Why didn't you call?
Can I talk to you?
Your assistant never got you a jet.
She's probably dead.
Oh, Uncle Clark.
- Your plane's not coming. - It will!
I just have to find my passport.
- This isn't healthy for anyone,
and it sends the message to everyone inside
that you'd rather freeze to death
than be a part of their community.
I would.
- Elizabeth, powerful people tend to crash hard
when huge pockets of false reality come down.
I see it in my work all the time.
I'm a corporate consultant.
- Here I thought you were a lounge singer.
- No, I'm a CEO whisperer.
And you get paid for that--
stroking the egos of powerful men?
- I can use what I know to protect you,
all three of us,
if you'll accept my help.
- You sound like a movie villain.
- Tyler needs attention. - Tyler's fine. He's with Shay.
- He's sitting in front of a plane of corpses!
We got to get out of here, T.
Look...
- Ladies, Agent Nick Roker, Homeland Security.
I'm putting a team together. Maybe you can help.
You ever been to the Florida Keys?
There's a little island there called Anastasia Island.
Any experience piloting a boat?
I'm looking for people with specific skill sets.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Agent Nick Roker, Homeland Security,
with a quick reminder that all restricted areas
are still off-limits
to anyone other than authorized personnel.
Uh, I've said this a couple of times now,
but, please, anyone with extra trash,
especially things that can rot, put it out front.
Roker out.
Jerry.
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.
What a wicked web we fucking weave.
Agent Roker, you naughty boy.
What's happened?
- Mr. Homeland Security apparently went around
and told all the people he liked
that he's leaving for a better world--Miami Beach.
Movie star's nanny left.
And the Italian boyfriend.
- I'm surprised she didn't go with.
Do we know how many he took?
He took mostly women.
The whole soccer team...
except the goalie.
Um...
uh, could I have your attention, please?
Could you turn around? This is important.
Sorry, this is important!
Could you turn around?
Um...
this is the best thing that could have possibly happened.
Okay, they left.
They didn't invite you, or me,
because they thought they were better than you.
They thought they deserved to live and you didn't.
They were in it for themselves.
And the only problem with their plan is...
they were taken in by a janitorial con man.
- What? - What?
- Late last night, after some investigation,
it came to my attention that, uh, our Agent Roker,
who's been in charge since the early days, was a fraud.
- Whoa. What? - Yeah.
His real name is Jerry Mercer,
and up until a week and a half ago,
he was the night custodian of this airport.
- What? - No way.
- Did any of you ever stop to wonder why there was
a Homeland Security team at Severn City, Michigan?
No?
He was an opportunist,
and he took advantage of your fear
and the illusion of his power,
and he has likely just led all those people
to their death.
I mean, w-who was even flying? Who was--
- Our captain.
Huh. Irrelevant.
In fact, good. Good.
- But we had a pilot. Now we don't.
H-how is that good?
- Because you need a pilot when there's somewhere to go, yeah?
And where do we have to go?
What appointments matter now?
We have to abandon the future, okay?
All that matters is the now and what got us to this point,
because the past is a map, and it got us here,
and here, at this airport,
we have won the post-apocalyptic lottery!
And that plane leaving just made all our shares go up!
Okay?
The drawbridge is closed,
because Jerry Mercer,
the fucking coward Jerry Mercer,
has effectively tripled our food supply.
Here we are...
with much of our hierarchy of needs already met.
We have shelter. We have food.
- That's right. - Yeah.
- We're a community.
And we're tucked away in a place
no one is ever gonna find us.
- How do you know he was faking, though?
Maybe you made this up.
You think I made this up?
For fuck's sake, Constance, look at it.
- Look at it. - It's true.
I knew Mercer.
Thought he was harmless...
just doing his thing.
But when I said something, he threatened to kill me.
- He told me he would take me...
but I'd have to leave my child.
I confronted him last night with Miles and Elizabeth...
and instead of facing you today,
he snuck away in the night with the female soccer team...
Except for the goalie.
- I never trusted that guy. - Yeah, me neither!
- See, everybody shits on the goalie, you know?
They like the strikers, the flash.
But the goalie-- that's how you win things.
He's right.
- And we're in this together, and we're a family now.
And I say fuck Jerry Mercer. Fuck him.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- That's right. - Yeah.
Fuck him.
Fuck him!
Fuck Jerry Mercer!
- Fuck him. - Fuck that guy.
- Fuck Jerry Mercer. - Fuck him.
Fuck Jerry Mercer!
Well played, Marc Antony.
You're a star.
- We've really got something here.
You know?
The--the four of us, including Tyler,
'cause I-I don't discount him.
You know, the sympathy for the children, the child.
Some connotation of Arthur.
Mm.
Your celebrity is a little less relevant
in a post-apocalyptic context.
- I know.
No, but it still has a sparkle to it.
- They remember your fame. - Oh, that's true.
- And, Miles, your connection to a federal institution
gives you the natural leader profile.
- Why do we need a leader at all?
- Because, Tyler, leaders give us hope.
And we won't survive here long enough
to repopulate the Earth
if the people here don't feel hopeful.
Maybe we shouldn't, though.
Shouldn't what, Tyler?
Repopulate.
- That's a little bleak, isn't it?
No, it's cute.
- My hot spot still works at night--
German satellite.
We could download Wikipedia, whatever else we can find.
Good idea.
Yeah, get whatever you can about, uh, electricity,
engineering.
Shakespeare.
So what, it'll be a...
a triumvirate?
- Mm. - Yeah.
But with four.
- Go ahead. Try it. Santa can hear.
- I just-- I just want my brother.
- Santa's elves can make your brother.
It's like AI.
- Where are the children? - In the tower.
Tyler had an idea.
- Seriously, try it. Santa talks to dead people.
You'll feel better if you say something.
Doesn't matter if he can hear you.
- Hey, Ryan, I hope you're good...
And you get good things for Christmas like "Fortnite."
Right?
We play in my head.
Okay, kids, downstairs.
You're not supposed to be up here.
Come on.
How did you get up here?
It was working.
Hi, Arthur.
Are you there?
Hi, it's Clark.
Yeah. Yeah, no, good to hear from you, too.
Listen, I'm sitting here with your son,
and I'm sorry to say it, but he's being a real knob.
Yeah, asking all the other kids to pretend,
but he won't play the game.
Was he always like this?
Yes, he's here.
Yes, right here. Okay.
Okay.
Hey, Dad.
Sorry I didn't get a chance
to come see your play in Chicago.
I really wanted to.
I was really excited.
Mom had a night shoot.
She really tried.
Anyway, it's cool that you did "King Lear."
I don't know what else to say.
I'm glad I saw you last month,
but...
I wish I could see you again.
Now, how'd that feel?
Okay, so no one panic,
but the electrical grid must have gone down,
because we switched to generator overnight.
That means, though, we'll be using power sparingly.
- How sparingly? - Yeah, exactly.
No lights during the day.
We'll keep one TV on for news updates.
And please don't prioritize charging your personal devices.
- We need the Internet, though. - Yeah.
- As far as we know, the Internet is gone.
Right, Tyler?
No more Internet.
- Oh. - Oh.
- The people who ran the airport were planning
to install solar panels on all the hangar roofs.
Now, I'm thinking, between these
and all the old airplane batteries we got in storage...
we could really rig something.
- Really? A-and you know how to?
- Yeah. - I'm impressed.
And, technically...
We could...
we could last forever.
- Mile--Miles, I...
I'm sorry, I can't.
Well, why not?
I'm in mourning.
I had someone.
But this is all brilliant.
You're missing the party.
My hot spot stopped working.
This is the last thing I downloaded.
What if I just deleted it?
I mean, we'd just invent it again.
Sorry, can you just put that away for a second?
Sorry.
Look, I-I think that we both know
that these last years in Germany, um...
What your father did really hurt me.
I don't know what it is about being here, but I...
I don't know, um...
It seems like maybe there's something good happening...
with us.
Am I crazy?
Do you feel it, too?
- Maybe it's just because Dad's dead.
He left you something.
It's, uh--it's more a symbol than anything,
but I had it in my bag, so...
The art's cool.
- The MC on the cover is for Miranda Carroll,
who was your father's first wife.
I remember her.
- He sent it to me, um, a couple of weeks ago.
And I got it in the mail, and I...
I kept it from you.
I-I've been doing that for years.
He's been sending you letters since the divorce,
and, uh...
I burn them.
Why?
Because I'm selfish.
Everything all right?
- He can tell when people are lying.
- Well, what did you lie to him about?
That Arthur kept trying.
- Who wants some jala-fucking-peño poppers?
Two weeks feels like an eternity here.
How so?
Well, you know...
- No. I don't know.
Earlier...
Oh.
- Right. - When you...
- Me? - Mm.
Zombie!
- Tyler! - Oh, my God!
Tyler, who's that man?
It's okay.
He survived.
He was on the Gitchegumee plane.
- Tyler, come here. Come here to me!
- No. No. He's probably infected!
- He's not. He has to be immune.
He didn't get it, but they all did.
This means there's still people out there.
- Tyler. Tyler, come here. Stop touching that man! Please!
- Look, please. P-please.
- Miles, Miles, what are you doing?
Put the gun down.
- What the fuck, Miles? Put the gun down! Put it down!
- Jesus Christ! They're both infected now.
Miles, put the gun down!
- Elizabeth, I need you to get outside right now.
- He's wasn't sick. He was immune.
- We don't know there is such a thing!
- Oh, it just got proven, you idiot!
- What should I do? - Take them out.
- Just get them out of here.
Garrett, shut the fuck up!
We are not monsters!
Tell him to put the gun down.
- Clark? - Clark.
Um...
- we'll quarantine them. - Fine. Quarantine.
- Okay? The--the private plane in Hangar G,
the batteries work, right, Miles?
- Miles? - Yeah.
- Okay, good. There'll be heat. There'll be food.
We'll keep them there for a week, then we'll know.
- That's not enough.
- We want our friends back in our community.
A month, at least.
Clark...
a week's not enough.
A month.
- A month? - Yes.
- A month? - Okay, yes.
- A month. - Yeah.
- Okay. That's a fair compromise.
- Fine, fine, a month. We're going.
We're going.
- "When your people go out to battle their enemy,
by whatever way you send them..."
- You did the right thing. - "And they pray to the Lord.
"Then hear in heaven their prayer
and their pleading, and maintain their cause."
"When they sin against you,
"for there is no person who does not sin,
"and you are angry with them
"and turn them over to the enemy,
"if they repent and implore your favor, saying,
"'We have sinned and done wrong.
We have acted wickedly...'"
- You haven't looked up from that thing in three weeks.
- There's no before. - What are you doing?
- There's no before. There's no before.
- "If they return to you with all their heart
"and all their soul
"in the land of their enemies
who have taken them captive"...
"Then hear their prayer and their pleading in heaven,
your dwelling place..."
Everything okay?
What are you wearing?
I, uh...
The folks inside
said they'd feel a little bit more comfortable
if you wore these, too.
It's just for a little while.
That okay?
I told you.
How's that, Clark?
Perfect.
- "And forgive your people who have sinned against you
"and all their wrongdoings
"which they have committed against you.
"And make them objects of compassion
"before those who have taken them captive...
so that they will have compassion on them."
Let us pray.
- What are you doing? - I'm making a museum--
a tribute to the best of the old days,
a reminder of how good we used to have it...
something to aim for, to get back to.
Talking to the dead through the radio system feels macabre.
This will be better.
He doesn't sleep.
Since then, he was always....
confused about ghosts,
but this--this has brought out something...
else.
There was bullying in Berlin.
- Tyler processed the quarantine
as some kind of personal humiliation.
He needs to grow up and get over it.
- Do you hate Tyler because you hated Arthur?
I don't hate Tyler.
But you did hate Arthur.
- Why? You think I was jealous of him?
Because that's what he thought, too.
I beat him out for Antonio in "The Merchant of Venice."
- And he could never understand
the fact that I wasn't jealous.
Arthur was pathetic.
He was a B-list loser who surrounded himself
with C-list trophy duds like yourself.
Oh, yeah.
- And he threw away the only worthwhile wife
he had in Miranda,
who he never got over, by the way.
He was a shit father, a shit husband, which you know,
and he died onstage in a puddle of his own piss,
desperate to be taken seriously,
trying to do "King Lear."
And still, I loved him!
Everyone loved him.
I mean...
it takes every ounce of your energy every day
to get people to even like you...
to actually listen to the sentences that you say,
but Art...
Art didn't have to try.
That must feel awful.
Tyler will thrive here.
I haven't betrayed him, even if you seem to think I have.
In fact, I saved his life and yours.
We all know it was Arthur who damaged Tyler.
All of us, we're all the fucking wreckage.
- Yeah, you're right. You're right.
- Elizabeth, we have to stick together.
We can't let a child play us off against one another.
- I, uh--I know.
Arthur?
Are you there?
It's Clark.
I miss you, old friend...
despite myself.
Listen, I really regret...
what I said the last time we spoke...
in Chicago.
I have tried to protect your boy.
But I don't know how to anymore.
H-he's like you in his way--
bold, indifferent to authority,
singular...
but he's a destroyer.
And you were never a destroyer.
I-I mean something here to these people.
I've got responsibilities to everybody now.
And I don't think I've done anything wrong.
But it's time for Tyler and Elizabeth to go.
Uncle Clark?
Tyler?
Where are you?
Were--were you--
Because I didn't mean--
I'm in the death.
Elizabeth.
Elizabeth! Constance! Miles!
Who's down there?
- I'm here. What is it? - It's Tyler.
He's on board the Gitchegumee.
Why?
- Tyler, what are you doing on board that plane?
Setting all of you free.
Gate 105!
The jet is on fire.
He set it on fire!
Tyler is still on board!
Tyler!
No!
Tyler!
No, Tyler!
- Elizabeth--
Tyler! No!
- Elizabeth--
No.
Shh, shh, shh.
But soft, behold!
Lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it though it blast me.
Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound or use of voice, speak to me.
If there be any good thing to be done
that may to thee do ease and grace to me, speak to me.
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
Speak!