He's asleep, finally.
Only had to read him ten books.
-It won't all fit in those bags. -Two bags is the limit.
I have to weigh them too.
Maybe it's a sign.
Darling…
It's the trip of a lifetime!
It will never fit. This is madness.
Technically, it's more like a manic phase.
Can you leave?
Have you seen yourself?
-Thirteen months since my last episode. -But what if you unravel there?
It's not going to happen.
This new treatment is working. You know it.
And I know it.
Really?
I'm only trying to protect you.
That's funny.
As soon as I do something for my career, it's a manic phase.
Strange.
Don't forget to take your pills.
Nothing still, huh?
Nada. It's like the Russians cut all contact with everyone.
Roger that.
So what's your plan if the Russians are already at the seed vault?
Well, I'll tell them there's enough for everyone. Plenty to share.
Good luck. Keep us posted.
Will do.
And what if the Russians don't agree that there's plenty to share?
The bolts look standard.
I think once we take them out, the seats will just slide out.
How many seeds do you think we can fit in here?
If we fill it all up?
A lot. Millions maybe.
I don't think we need to take that many.
The thing with the sun will stop. Everything will go back to normal.
That's not true. Even if the sun goes back to normal, nothing will be as it was.
Assuming we find the right seeds.
Thea, what's your favorite vegetable?
I'd say grilled romaine hearts. Something simple.
Eggplant with garlic.
Turnips.
The way my grandmother used to make them, with breadcrumbs.
-Ayaz? -Ayaz, could you come here, please?
Your verdict, Ayaz?
Fries.
What is it?
If the Russians get there before us, what do you suggest?
Why are you asking me?
With all due respect, I think you're more comfortable with conflict.
No offense intended.
None taken.
First, we should try to convince them that there's enough for everyone.
He'd tell them to share.
What if they don't?
What if the Russians don't listen to reason?
As long as there's fewer than 17 of them, we should be okay.
Seventeen?
That's oddly specific.
Oh, no.
Seventeen rounds in this magazine.
-Where did you get that? -In the bunker.
Please put that away.
-I've got a bad feeling, Captain. -There's nothing to do about it now.
No, I may vomit. You know, stress makes me vomit.
Take a deep breath, and then… radio Ines.
Tell her we should be landing in 30 minutes.
I will just as soon as we know if we actually can land.
-Come on, call her! -I will.
I just don't see the point.
Well, I thought speaking with Ines might get your mind off of everything.
What are you, school boys?
Ines, this is Markus.
Can you read us?
Ines, can you hear us?
Where can she be?
I had no idea. Nobody tells me anything!
But?
I'm not saying Sylvie did what you say, I'm just answering questions, that's all.
Whatever she says is a lie.
How do we know that the video is telling the truth?
You don't trust your eyes?
I'm just saying, without the audio, it lacks nuance.
-It lacks context. -Nuance?
-The major burns to death in slow motion. -That's the truth, Horst.
The truth is that no one knew what had happened to Terenzio.
-That's the whole truth? -Yes.
-Terenzio would have abandoned the others. -But they were not coming.
I didn't know that then.
I suppose he was selfish, yes.
He made mistakes. He sinned.
But we all sin.
And Sylvie…
Sylvie, what?
Sylvie what, Rik?
How, Ines?
If Sylvie did what it appears she did on that video, maybe Terenzio deserved it.
What did you say?
Well… Sylvie was still wrong to do what she did.
Nobody deserves to be murdered.
You murdered an officer, Sylvie.
As former military, you more than anyone should know there will be consequences.
I was military, which means I know I have rights.
And I also know you have no idea what you're doing.
You think it's a coincidence there's just the weak Ticks here with you?
We sent all your allies away, Sylvie.
At least all the ones worth worrying about.
I know exactly what I am doing.
Are you putting it on my side?
Last time I did a flyby check, it was over Iceland.
I saw nothing but Armageddon below. I'm hoping you have better luck.
Are you trying to make me vomit?
Here we go.
No Russians.
All clear.
How's that stomach now?
Convalescing.
-Two nights to load up? -Maybe less.
The days are shorter up North. We'll have more time to load the seeds.
-What if the Russians come? -It's the only runway on the island.
They won't come here. I angled us so no one else can land.
Captain Mathieu Douek, anti-communist rebel.
Very impressive.
As is this show.
It reminds me of when I used to fly near the poles.
Anything of note over there?
A few maintenance workers.
Just a few dead. Do you remember when this wasn't normal?
-That's despicable, even coming from you. -Who are you to judge?
I'm not judging, He is!
-Please. -"Thou shalt not kill."
-You should know that. -Enough, you guys.
"Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor,"
is also a commandment.
-Sylvie. -There you are.
-Why are you all in here? -It's the only place we could talk alone.
-The only place to hide. -Just so you know,
we support you, no matter what.
-For sure. -Yeah, 100%.
One hundred percent.
Sylvie, I'm sorry, but killing is a sin.
-Rik! -Stop!
It doesn't matter what happened. What do we do now?
No, the question is what they're going to do.
Those soldiers?
Some of them are pure evil.
Have you seen how Heremans looks at you? Like a pervert!
If they come looking for someone, it'll be me.
Poor guys.
They must have gone down at night and tried to come out during the day.
They would have burned up before reaching the door.
Imagine coming up and your skin starts to boil.
-Can I not? -It's human nature to run to the exit.
We should bury them.
No time.
We'll do it after nightfall.
To God we belong. To Him we shall return.
Osman, the sun is coming up.
Rest in peace.
The Flight 21 clubhouse.
The soldiers don't have the right to punish passengers, including Sylvie.
That's not how they see it.
But I think I can convince them to wait until the others get back,
before deciding Sylvie's punishment.
"Punishment"?
We should thank her. She saved us.
That would be great, Mr. Ambassador.
But… it's a negotiation.
I'm sure I'll have to give them something to get what we want.
Meaning?
I suggest, in exchange,
that you all stay here until the others get back.
-So, we're prisoners? -No, we're not.
-They're the ones who should be locked up. -It's for your protection!
Our protection? That's what the Nazis said.
Hey!
Please.
I'm begging you, all of you…
stay calm, get some rest.
-It'll all be over when the others return. -Over for us, sure. What about Sylvie?
For a soldier, the world is divided between enemies and allies.
We can all be allies!
Yes, I completely agree!
We just have to get them to see Sylvie as an ally again.
That's my mission now.
Let me get on with it.
I'll see you soon.
The seeds must be inside.
Shit. Try that one.
-It's locked. -What?
Locked.
-Know what you're doing? -There may be a default code.
Were you a burglar too?
We need a key card.
One of those two outside must have one. We'll have to wait until night again.
What do we do now?
Wait until sunset.
We should've stayed in the bunker.
Even with Rik's snoring.
We'll try and get some sleep, okay?
I think I'm gonna be sick.
How did they respond to being locked up?
Were they upset?
The opposite. They appreciate it.
So they're scared of us?
No, I just meant they were grateful.
Well, they are grateful that you agreed to postpone the trial.
How did someone so tongue-tied get to be ambassador?
Watch your tongue, sergeant.
I have a doctorate in war and conflict
-from Pembroke College. -It was a joke.
-Relax! -That's in Oxford!
All I was trying to say is that the passengers are okay with this plan,
and I hope that you and the rest of the soldiers are too.
-His only mission is trying to be popular. -He's a diplomat. What do you expect?
I think he's doing what he can. He's a good guy.
-We should leave, escape. -Escape? And go where?
The bunker is our only escape.
Gerardo's right. We should rest.
Most of all, we need to be ready,
if they refuse the proposition.
Sylvie…
Sylvie did a bad thing…
but that doesn't mean we should do a bad thing too.
I have no intention of being "bad."
Now that Thea is gone, and the colonel is dead…
we should at least do one thing while they're away.
A trial?
Right?
Something I've been wanting to do since we got here.
And what's that?
Have fun!
-Cheers, ambassador. -Cheers.
-I hear this music when I sleep. -In your nightmares you mean.
Same three fucking discs, over and over.
Back home, a night out, you never knew how it would end.
I miss that.
The unexpected, you know?
You're already going to bed? You're so annoying. Buddy, come on.
Where's he going?
You want "unexpected"?
The door! Someone's here!
Horst, Rik, we need you.
-We didn't do anything. -You're not in trouble.
No one is in trouble.
-We just need to show you something. -What?
Some science shit.
Let's go.
Just a sec.
Don't worry about that. Everybody's waiting.
Can I help you?
Shit!
Keep calm!
You're German? You all are German?
He is.
Belgian…
French…
Moroccan…
Polish…
and Turkish.
And you?
-Me, what? -You're French, right?
Get out of my head. You have no right!
-You can't be serious. -You'd rather box without them?
Why have us box at all?
Rik needs to fight someone of his own weight size!
Yeah, like Ines!
Horst, they can't force us to hit hard.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
This one's yours, okay?
My name is Ayaz.
What's yours?
Chosen.
-Chosen? -Chosen.
I'm chosen. That's why I'm alive.
-Get back! -Yes.
Do you want to get yourself shot in the face?
-Are you alone? -Yes.
We are…
chosen too.
Yes, that's right.
There are dozens of them. Why would they need Horst and Rik?
Maybe it is for something scientific, an experiment?
In the middle of the night?
No, it's daytime.
You know what I mean.
Something's not right. I can feel it.
-Who knew you'd be so sad to lose Rik? -I don't give a shit about Rik.
You fucked Horst, didn't you?
Go wash your dirty mouth.
Oh, yes! You like him!
You should.
-Yeah. -She's right. He's cute.
Isn't he?
Something scientific…
It's possible.
Come on, Rik!
Hit him hard or we're gonna fuck your women!
Hey, man!
Hold him. Make sure he can't move his head.
-Hey, he didn't do anything. -I didn't do anything!
Come on. You're not gonna punch a guy held up.
No, he's gonna watch a real fight.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
What the fuck is happening here?
What are you doing?
We need Horst to cultivate the seeds!
You okay, Horst?
The two bodies up there,
are they your co-workers?
Ansgar works… Ansgar worked here full-time.
The other guy was some kind of scientist. I can't remember his name.
How did you survive the gas?
Gas?
-Yes, the gas. -No!
The chemicals. That's why they died when they went up there.
There's no poison.
It's the sun.
It's true.
-The sun? -It's true.
-Bullshit. -It's true. The sun kills everyone.
-I know that must sound crazy-- -I'm not crazy!
Water is the only common substance that can be liquid, solid or gaseous.
The scientist told me that. What was his name?
I didn't catch your name.
Gia. I'm an archivist for the World Food Program.
Nice to meet you, Gia.
How long have you been here?
Those two died on my third day, I think.
That was five weeks ago.
You've been here alone at least five weeks,
with no contact, no news?
There are no phones here.
Even before the poison gas.
There's no poison gas. It's the sun.
What have you been doing all this time, Gia?
I've been avoiding the poison gas, sorting the seeds.
I really hope to see my daughter again.
The seeds are in there?
Can we go in there, Gia?
I told you, I'm an archivist. I organize everything.
Come on.
What the fuck?
Keep your voice down. She’s lost her mind.
What the fuck is going on?
I don't know anything about seeds, but I eat them.
I'm keeping my strength up for the poison gas.
-There is no poison gas. -I heard you.
And him. And him.
I know what I saw.
When I went to the door, I saw Ansgar and Benjamin…
Benjamin!
I knew his name would come back to me!
-Horst! -What the fuck is going on?
What happened?
We had an agreement!
-Go to sleep. Take her. -He did nothing wrong.
Leave me alone!
-Sylvie! -Let me go!
I'm going to put it…
over there.
There.
I found this on the floor.
"Gia Snow."
It's an antipsychotic.
-One of my employees-- -Gia is psychotic?
Or bipolar. Either way, it's empty.
She's been here so long.
This, I put it…
-You've got to feel for her. -For sure. It's not her fault.
Take Markus back to the plane.
He can call Ines and tell her we're coming back early.
-With fewer seeds? -We'll work twice as fast.
She needs medication.
Hopefully, we'll find what she needs once we're back in Bulgaria.
Okay, we've got a problem.
She won't let us take the seeds or her.
You knew you'd remember his name!
Will something in this new world be easy for once?
Good breakfast, huh?
What's he doing here?
Rik's cool, man.
I had to lock up Sylvie. She attacked Wilson and Kaplan.
-Lock her up where? -The brig.
It's where she belongs anyway.
I knew they were planning something.
-He sucker punched me. -Who?
Felipe.
It doesn't matter anyway.
It will matter when I kill him.
Don't say that!
Sorry.
I'm not joking.
Horst, I've known so many men who fight.
My brothers, my father, my uncles. They went at it all the time.
-You're not a fighter. -You've known me for what, two months?
It was a compliment, Horst.
Can you stop that?
Small problem, sir.
Tomé and I were just up top and we heard Markus shouting on the radio.
About what?
They might be coming back early because they found some lunatic or something.
-Back early… -But that's not the problem.
Markus kept asking where Ines was.
Said she was supposed to be the one on radio duty at night.
You and Tomé said?
Tomé said Ines was arrested.
-What? -But then I said that wasn't true,
and then I ended the transmission.
Both of you…
idiots!
Please tell Tomé I'd like to chat when he has a moment.
We can't have them coming back thinking we've done something wrong.
If they think something's wrong, they may not come back at all.
Let me take care of it.
Okay.
Should I go with him?
Heremans?
Could you give Rik your keys to the rooms?
What?
-I need them for Ines. -Find Johansen.
Take his set.
I'm gonna ask Rik to see
if the other passengers want some food or water.
Would you mind?
You'd really be helping them, and us.
Of course.
What was that about?
Nothing wrong with an alliance.
Rik?
Yes. I thought you might be hungry.
Here.
-They let you do that? -Yes.
I think they see me as a go-between now,
given that I'm a passenger, but I also have experience in security.
You have the keys?
Unlock the door for me.
It's unlocked.
-Tonight, when everyone is asleep. -Why?
-Rik, they're going to torture me. -No.
I can live with that, but I don't know what they'll do to the others.
No, they told me they don't want to hurt anyone.
And neither do I.
-I just want to find a gun. -What? What are you saying?
-I'll hold them until the others arrive. -No.
Hold them at gunpoint?
No violence. Just to keep the peace.
Sylvie!
They just need to blow off some steam, that's all.
-Rik. -And soon we'll have seeds to grow.
-And we'll all work together again-- -Rik!
All together for our survival.
-All together for our survival? -Yes, that's right.
So Horst's face, that was for our survival?
Think of the others.
Ines.
-For what? -It's none of your fucking business.
Don't let him take her.
You can't take her.
Calm down, Klitschko.
-What exactly did he say? -That Ines was arrested.
-In what language? -What do you mean, "in what language"?
What language was Tomé speaking?
English.
English?
Ines? Anyone?
Tomé’s English is shit.
He was quite clear.
Ines?
-What do you need her for? -Just some help with the radio.
I swear on my mother's life.
Your mother is surely dead.
Then on my life.
The radio, that's it.
Come on, Markus is waiting.
Ines? Anyone?
-Markus? -Ines!
-How are you? -How's it going for you?
Good. Everything's good.
Where were you earlier?
Tomé said there was something like a problem.
No, no problem.
Where were you earlier?
They're crazy! Please come back! Hurry!
Ines, who's crazy? We didn't catch it. What's happening?
-Ines! -Hurry, please!
Please, come again, please.
We didn't catch it. Ines!
Ines, we didn't catch that. Can you hear me?
Long run to Norway.