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so I got out of the car

and... and started running.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everybody was running.

Yeah, and then

everything went dark.

That's what I remember.

So, what happened?

- I was pulled up.

- Into the ship?

I don't know.

Tractor beam?

F***.

- So are we in the ship now?

- Do you think there are

other people doing this?

Other circles?

They wouldn't go through

all of this for just 50 of us.

Why Would they do this?

I don't know, but the next time

that I could see,

I was in a small room,

and everything was red,

like, um, like a darkroom.

And there were a ton of bodies

piled up on one another.

I assumed that they were dead,

but I don't know.

They might have just been

unconscious.

Everybody but me

and one other guy.

- An alien?

- No. No, no, no, he was a human.

- Who? One of us?

- I don't know.

I don't see him in here.

Everything else is

kind of a blur.

I just remember waking up

right here, and there was...

Some kind of gas.

I think that we were

all drugged.

Does anybody

else remember anything?

Come on. Anybody!

Yeah! Yeah.

I do.

- You?

- Yeah.

I remember the... the red room.

And I-I saw him.

And I saw them.

Well, what did they look like?

Well, they were big

and black... dark green, maybe.

A-a-and wet.

And they spoke, too.

It sounded almost like Chinese.

Chinese?

Yeah, Chinese,

or Japanese, maybe.

Chinese aliens?

Bullshit. He's lying.

Yeah, he's next in line.

He's just trying

to buy some time.

No, II-I swear.

Uh, tell them.

Tell them you saw me.

You see? He's full of sh*t.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

Just give me some time

to think.

It's a trick.

Don't believe him.

It's coming back to me.

It's coming back... numbers.

I remember numbers.

And there was something else.

That they...

now, where were we?

Wait. Who's next in line?

Her with the hat.

Who, me?

Yeah.

How old are you?

- That's not old.

- Old enough.

Hey, we said 70 or 80, not 50.

What's the difference?

That's a big difference.

Come on, lady. You're not 52.

How old are you?

Don't lie.

- I'm 52.

- Bullshit.

Yeah. Why's your hair so white?

Chemotherapy.

I had cancer.

Aren't you supposed

to be bald, then?

What kind of cancer?

Breast cancer.

So You're dying, then?

No. It's in remission.

I'm better now.

You sure?

Yeah.

I beat it.

It could come back, though.

What the f***

is wrong with you?

I'm just saying

she's more likely to die

than the rest of us.

That's not true.

What are you, a doctor, lady?

Actually, yes, I am, a**hole.

Look, cancer or not,

she's over 50.

She's gonna have to go

eventually.

- What?

- We never agreed to that.

- Yeah, no way, man.

- I mean, what, do we start

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