During working hours, you've had 2,000 cheeseburgers
-and 500 milkshakes. -Society should include everyone.
-That's how it's always been. -I need someone with more ambition.
You've started a deep-fat-fryer fire five times.
I've never met a person that I couldn't help move on and make a fresh start.
Someone nicer. And hotter, I guess.
So don't bother coming to work tomorrow.
-I just don't know how to help you. -Someone who isn't you.
Patrick.
Hello, Patrick.
It's kind of nice here.
Yeah.
What if this is the best place there is?
What do you mean?
We don't know what's on the other side of the wall.
And right now, the zone feels like our place.
This sure as hell isn't my place.
No, but as long as we're here, we have time to...
We're only here because we didn't think there was any other place to go.
But if we weren't here, you and I would never have met.
No. Come on, we're not really friends.
It's them. The Strangers.
They're getting closer.
Shit, what was that?
What the fuck?
It's definitely sick.
I'm trying not to kill everything we come across.
Okay.
They're in Sector Five now.
-Yeah. -They went through six,
seven and eight...
-Yeah. -...during the night...
and we're here in three.
If they're already that close to us,
then it's too risky to go to the next bunker.
But we have to. We need more food.
We don't know for sure if there is any food there.
I know, but we'll just do a quick search, right?
We have no other option.
Martin, we have to get food now.
Right?
Okay. Come. We have to leave.
Now.
-I can't. -What?
I can't get up.
You can't get up now?
-No. -Why not?
Listen, we're all sore. Come on.
-I can't get up. -Hey.
What's going on?
-What's up? -I can't move at all.
It's that fucking infection.
You guys will have to go to the bunker and get the food...
then we'll meet here and move on.
Sure, if you'll cut off your hand.
So that we can access the bunker.
It was a joke.
Very funny, Patrick. Maybe you could come up with a solution instead of a joke.
Beatrice could stay.
Okay.
I could do that.
Patrick, you can carry more than me anyway.
Yeah.
That's the plan.
If anyone comes, you have to take off.
Yes.
What's up?
Look after him, okay?
-Yeah, that's why I'm staying behind. -No, you...
He likes you.
You know?
And how do you feel about that?
Well?
I don't know.
You have a good rapport, you and Simone.
Yeah, maybe.
We never did.
Definitely not.
We mostly argued.
-All the time. -Yeah, we really nailed that part.
Yeah.
Be careful, okay?
Did they leave?
Yes.
-Why are you looking at me like that? -I want to show you something.
It's gone.
That's insane.
How is that possible?
-When did it happen? -I don't know.
That's so weird.
-It doesn't hurt? -No.
So you were faking it before?
-Yeah. -Seriously?
So the Strangers are after us, and people are starting to panic,
and you decide to play hooky?
I just felt like it.
So now it's just you and me.
That was a good spot.
-How about here? -Yes.
Let me see.
-Let me see. -It's not done yet.
-What are you doing? -Taking my pills.
You're feeling better, right?
Yes.
Then don't take them.
You don't really need them.
Okay.
Straight ahead.
Shit.
Martin.
-They've already been here. -Quiet, Patrick.
Shut up.
Patrick!
What's he doing? He can't just...
Patrick.
What are you doing? You can't just enter like that.
Why not?
Patrick.
We have to get back right away.
It's a family, Patrick.
So?
We can't eat their food.
-Why not? -They'll starve to death.
-That's not my problem. -What's up?
-Of course it is. -What's going on?
-We can't eat their food? -Why not?
Children are living here.
-There's nobody here. -They may come back.
Look, Patrick, drawings.
Come. Let's take a look around.
-So now you're also getting plastered. -Why not?
In the meantime, you guys can figure out if we should starve to death or not.
Fucking bunkers.
-Got two seconds? -Sure.
No need to hide it.
I was young once, too. Come with me.
Okay.
It's yours.
Seriously?
-Shit! -Nice, isn't it?
-Now you can go anywhere you want. -Yeah.
Far away.
Sure.
-I'm gonna cruise Europe in this. -And don't come back.
Look.
Take a look.
-What? -The teddy bear.
A child would never leave that behind.
There's something wrong here.
Leave me go!
Let go!
Leave me go!
Patrick... pack up. We have to move on.
Lea?
Take what we need and leave some behind in case they come back.
-Don't count on it. -What?
Test subject 451, male, fit, 37 years old, injected with 20 ml...
What's going on?
Sweetie, I told you to wait in the bedroom.
Hello there. Where's your teddy bear?
Is the teddy bear asleep in your bedroom?
-I think it's awake. -I can't hear it.
No, I'm sure it's calling out your name.
Go on, you better check on him. I think he's hungry.
Look over there.
The patient is not showing any immediate signs of illness.
Give me a visual from your end.
What's going on?
I see you.
Is he immune?
Well, he doesn't have any symptoms.
No, wait. They're starting.
-Dad? -Are there other subjects?
-Dad! -Yes, a girl. Eight years old.
Are there any more shots left?
Yeah, but...
Proceed.
Copy that.
Don't!
Let go!
Dad!
There are hundreds of videos like this one. If we stay, we'll be next.
We won't, 'cause we're leaving now.
Yes, straight to Apollon.
-They're looking for a cure. -They're injecting people with the virus.
They're looking for a cure. That's why they're injecting it.
-He said it's for immunity. -I see a man killing a man.
-And the girl? -I don't want to talk about it.
Did they lure her in here with a lollipop?
-Shut up! -Hey!
Go get ready. We need to get out of here now.
Martin, why are they doing it this way?
I don't know.
Why this way?
Hey... it's got nothing to do with you.
Okay?
Let's go.
Does everybody have their stuff?
Fuck!
We can't stay here.
-We have to. -What if the Strangers come here?
Or the injection-happy psychos return?
As long as it's raining, no one's coming.
Why don't you take it easy with that stuff?
What?
I'll stand guard.
-Want me to stay? -No, I don't.
It's so unfair that the disease doesn't kill animals.
Yeah, and that they can pass the disease on.
What's up?
Are you okay?
You're shaking.
It's nothing.
It's those pills.
They're just painkillers.
Actually, I think about them all the time.
Think about something else.
Why did you want to stay here with me?
Are you spying on me?
-Are you upset about something? -No.
Not fast enough.
You seem a bit upset.
Really?
Can I have a sip?
Fuck, that's gross.
You're not supposed to taste it.
Who puts caraway in anything? Damn, that was gross.
Come on, Gurgle Frantz.
It's the World Championship Final.
It's Patrick. It's Martin, possibly the best goalie in the world...
for penalty shoot-outs.
-Go on, shoot, man. -You said you weren't my friend.
-This morning... by the lake. -What?
You don't even remember.
Listen, if I said that, that's not what I meant.
That's exactly what you said.
Do you want a sip?
No... thanks.
Weren't you better off in the bunker?
What the hell do you mean, Patrick?
You were all right.
I was scared out of my mind the whole time.
What about now? Aren't you scared now?
-Not in the same way. -Well, you've got each other.
What do you mean?
You and Rasmus...
and you and Martin, and Beatrice and Rasmus,
and Beatrice and Martin,
and Lea and God.
Hey, stop it. We've got you, too.
Not in the same way.
Come on, I'll teach you.
Right... left.
See, you can do it.
Do you think things are like before on the other side?
I hope so.
I was a nobody before.
I was worth fucking nothing.
Hey, watch out for the rain.
Listen, you're somebody now, Patrick.
We have to stick together.
-No one should be alone. -No.
Right.
Have you ever had sex?
Would you like to?
-Now? -Yes.
Patrick, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
You're looking at me and...
-Cut it out. -Drop it.
-Don't touch me. Stop tugging at me. -Let's just go inside.
You don't know me, okay?
-No, but you're drunk. -Get off me.
Martin!
The rifle, Martin! Come quick!
I don't want to...
Beatrice, maybe nothing will happen.
It hardly touched you.
Yes, it did. I don't want to...
Then we'll die together.
-She was standing there when I came out! -No.
You have to shoot her!
Just shoot her, goddamn it! Come on, do it!
No, Martin! Don't do it!
-Shoot her! -You can't shoot her!
Martin!
Shoot her!
-Do it! -Shut up!
-Shoot her now! -Don't do it.
-Don't shoot. -Get out of the way.
Move.
Don't shoot.
We don't really know if the rain is dangerous.
What are you talking about?!
Why don't you just shoot her?!
-Don't shoot. -Lea, come back!
-Don't you go out there, too! -Lea!
-Get out of there. -Don't shoot.
Lea!
-Lea! -Lea!
-Don't shoot. -Lea!
-No! -No, Lea!
Lea!
Don't shoot.
Lea!
Shoot them both.
-Don't be afraid. Don't. -Shoot them...
Shut up!
No.
-I'll fucking do it! -Shut the fuck up, man!
Move and shut up!
What do you think they're talking about?
About how you wanted me to shoot them.
They're gonna die anyway.
-I should've gone out to her in the rain. -Why?
I should've gone out to her in the rain.
What do you think it looks like on the other side of the wall?
Maybe there's a house where someone used to live. With a small garden.
And then suddenly, one day there was this huge wall.
Right in their garden.
That's got to be annoying.
"Who put up a wall in my flowerbed?"
I'm so happy you're here...
or I'd be alone with those two.
That would suck.
You know?
Lea?
-Why did you come out to me in the rain? -It was the right thing to do.
I just want to see Rasmus again.
Are you scared?
Yes.
-I really wish I'd met you sooner. -Me too.
Please sing me a lullaby.
Sure.
-How long has it been now? -I don't know.
But we can't wait any longer.
-It doesn't make any sense. -What?
What happened?
Why did you go out in the rain? What happened?
-What if nothing happens? -What?
What if they don't actually die? What if...?
What if the rain is harmless?
We've been running from the rain for six years now.
-But we don't actually know, do we? -No.
-Then they shouldn't be in there. -But they're infected, Martin!
Get off me!
Listen to me!
I did it.
Okay?
I pushed her.
What now?
Come on.
Martin?
Martin.
No!
Martin.
I don't get it!
So, what can I get you? Something to drink? Coming right up.
There you go.
Look...
It's these bunkers, I don't like them.
Oh, I see. Okay, okay.
It's the bunker that made you sick. Maybe you should sleep then.
Because the bunker hangover is right around the corner.
Hi.
Look the other way. I smell of puke.
No, that's okay.
It was my dad.
The guy that called the scientist, the other voice, that was my dad.
Okay.
We shouldn't go there.
-Yes. No. -No, we shouldn't go there.
-He was supposed to save us. -Simone, tomorrow, okay?
Socks off.
-Go away. -But we have to swap places.
Oh, now...
-Good night. -Sleep tight.
See you tomorrow.
What's up?
Pack your stuff.
Are we leaving?
Yes.
Sure.
Where's your stuff?
Go.
What are you talking about?
Listen... you tried to kill her.
But, Martin...
Martin?
Martin.
Martin!
I think it's dead.
Why are you pointing that thing at me?
Why are you driving that crap car?
-Can I borrow a light? -And you won't shoot me?
Here you go.
I haven't smoked in ages.
It's impossible to find a damn lighter anywhere.
Keep that one. I always carry two.
Good thing I met you then.
-Did I say something funny? -No.
It's just that no one ever said that to me before.
Beatrice, we made it.
Hey! Get out!
Out! Get out!
Good morning.
Beatrice.
Beatrice?
Beatri...
Come on!
Beatrice!
No.
Wake up!
-Hey. -She's not breathing.
Stay back!
-I don't want to get infected. -Help me!
Patrick!
Come back! Patrick!