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-Thirty years I've been here;

we're in a shithole, eh?

House of the future, they say.

These aren't my ciggies.

-What are you doing?

- What dies it look like?

-Please remain calm.

- The situation is under control.

-There was a gas leak,

which we are currently dealing with.

-They always say something.

-What did you...

Well, we know what it is now.

-Don't tell me you're

actually buying that?

-You got a better explanation?

-He's right. It does not make sense.

If the gas leak

why would they keep us sealed inside?

That doesn't...

-Please remain calm.

Stay in your homes.

-Hey, kid...

You know you they never

actually went to the moon.

-Do not listen to him Nicu.

-Just us to be last.

Just like the f***in' cattle.

-Yes! Go on,

my son!

-Stay inside and wait

for further instructions.

Failure to do so will

carry serious consequences.

-They can't do that.

-Yeah, well, they did,

didn't they?

-Must have somebody on the roof.

As if they knew this would happen.

-Wouldn't have happened in my day.

Now you got all sorts coming in.

-What? So this happened

because of immigration?

-I'm just saying...

-I know what you're just saying.

-Just ignore her.

-What about you? It was

ages before you even said hello to me.

What's the matter? People around here

are not good enough for you?

-We need to move!

Take the fight to them!

What happened down there was an act of war.

-He's right. We can't just sit and wait

for them.

We got to get out.

-Sorry. Am I the only one who

noticed the sniper on the roof?

-Why don't you shut the f*** up?

-Enough.

We have to work together.

We have to use what we have.

You're strong,

You're a doctor. - A nurse..

But you are.

-Enid has experience.

-And you make things.

- And... I'm an artist.

You have tools.

We need more than tools,

we need chemicals...

We need something that could...

-What?

-It's a stupid idea.

That would never work.

-What won't?

-Forget it.

-Please.

We have to try.

-It's medicinal.

-Of course it is.

- Hey!

-There's my pens.

You're a little klepto, aren't you?

Could you pour that in for me?

-That will do?

-What is that?

-Well I made use of it for years as a sculptor

using household chemicals.

to melt plastics into metal.

-Like that piece of sh*t

in your apartment?

-Yes, like that piece of

sh*t in my apartment.

All right, everyone stand back.

-On three.

One... two... three...

It definitely moved.

A little.

-Do you hear that?

- They're right beneath us.

-Of course they are.

They weren't doing this

one block at a time, were they?

-Can you hear anything?

-I'll tell you something, kid.

It wasn't like this in the war.

You'd hear the sirens,

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