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So, did they talk to you?

What, in their own voice

you mean? No.

Well, they...they talk through me.

They speak inside my mind

We're on target.

I can feel them.

Steady...

Sorry about the build up.

I could feel them.

I could...I could hear them inside.

Pretty much on me.

They had this...meeting.

and then they left.

Stay alert.

See if you can get it.

And that was it?

No, that wasn't it.

They left something behind.

Something inside of me that's

been there ever since.

Approaching the house. Stay tight.

When I'm awake, it hurts.

But when I'm...

When I'm not, it

floods me with these

nightmares.

Nightmares, no. Nightmares, it's

not nightmares.

It...it's not a thing, it...

it's a feeling.

It...it's not pain, it's not...

it's not fear.

It...it's something else. It's

something much, much worse.

Go, go. Move.

Go. You hit.

Why don't you take

a few painkillers

before bed, just

knock yourself out?

I've tried everything.

Everything.

Everything?

And it just never works.

No fatigue. Stroke.

Got you.

Please stay tight. Stay tight!

F***! What the f***!

You should get some help.

Oh, I've...

I've seen doctors.

And they say I'm in

peak of physical health.

All I need is a little more sleep.

-What the hell did you do?

-Something was there.

What are you doing?

I saw it, sir. It was

right behind Stevenson.

What the f***?

So, did you try it?

No.

All I allow myself is a few

hours of sleep every few days.

Go ahead, move! Bring it in!

Target's on you.

Take it! Take it!

Target's on you! Go, go, go!

Pull out! Pull out!

If a doctor tells you to sleep,

maybe you should sleep.

-You don't understand.

There is something inside of

me that...

a comfortable pillow

will not fix!

-Will! I believe you, I do.

I'm making this

film so that other

people will believe you,too.

I don't care if people

believe me or not.

Yes, you do. We've been

discussing it for years.

If you don't care what

other people think,

then what do you want?

I just want someone to

tell me how to make it stop!

How to pull it out

of my head!

I cannot...cannot close

my eyes

for them to tear them out!

Alright, men!

Put a bullet through my head!

I fear that...

that...

The...the...anticipation...

of...of...this feeling...

eats away at my life.

Hold your fire!

I need that man alive,

do you hear me?

Put your goddam gun away, rookie.

Bullets through and through.

But he's alive.

Do you understand?

Tell me what it feels like.

Does it hurt?

It hurts! OK?

It...it hurts.

Do you know how

to follow orders, soldier?

Do you know how

to follow orders?

You almost killed one of

my men in my target.

Copy that.

Don't worry about it, soldier.

This is how we follow orders, soldier.

No!

No!

I've always found it strange

that humans even bother

to

try and imagine the end of the world.

Staging areas,

ships to flee on,

lotteries for tickets

off the planet.

We're all so stupid.

The beginning of the end

as they say.

But that's long

begun by now.

Truth is when it hits,

You will simply cease

to do the stupid little things

that you do.

Just like that.

Ten month...

if it's the big one...

like the sun storm of 1859,

the carrying event

as it's called,

Then there's no

such thing as tomorrow.

She lifts up the sun

like a fiery wing.

It whips back and snaps.

She breaks loose.

Cosmic inferno like a

moveable hell

sprays millions and millions of miles

as if it were nothing.

A cough. A sneeze.

And then, it hits us.

Yes indeed.

It's going to hit us.

And when it hits us,

When it comes crashing through

our flimsy atmosphere,

the good will collapse,

the magnetic poles reverse,

And you know what that means?

The entire surface of the planet

heaves. Its molten heart bursts!

And we all drown in

a lake of eternal fire!

Then we go to Jesus!

Maybe we could just get a

little lecture.

That's all for now, folks.

I have a scar. I'm telling you.

Just show it off and

bang! There it was on the radar.

I don't know, man.

I wouldn't get too excited.

Seen him before.

Ha, ha, ha. As was our cliche.

Opened his eyes. Almost

blew over our head.

Never seen him so

sure of himself.

Sir?

Are you okay?

Can we get you something?

Who are you?

We're the good guys.

We're here to help.

Whose blood is that on your shirt?

Mine.

They shot me.

They shot you because you ran.

Bad things happen when you disobey.

It's best if you

learn that now.

Let me go.

Sit still and let's talk.

We lost a rookie tonight.

He was a good kid.

I don't know about you,

but we want to end

the bloodshed.

-And you can help us

by giving us some answers.

-I don't know anything.

Oh, come now,

that's not true.

What about...

the planets in our solar system?

I'm sure you know those.

-Mars...

-Saturn. Thank you, agent.

I have a feeling he's aware. Now.

I'm curious

what he knows about

things from

a little further away.

Let me go!

-Let me go!

-You need to calm down!

Just...relax.

I told you...

to sit still, old man.

And you don't listen very well, do you

spider Nevi?

Please have Heather

prep the prep helmet.

Now! Please and thank you.

William Cassidy. I

must apologize.

William Cassidy is our guest...

He's part of our team.

You know, you look a little bit rough.

I have to admit. But I

I did not expect that you

would look quite so old.

Might be time to update the

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