Extinction

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Evacuations are in progress. All...

...martial law.

Evacuations are in progress.

All residents are... to their

designated quarantines.

Martial law...

It's okay, sweetheart.

It's okay.

Please. I need to know

if he's on the other bus.

- We can check when we stop, ma'am.

- But my son.

Ma'am...

Alpha One, this is Alpha Two, over.

One, this is Two. Do you copy?

Why are we stopped short

at the gate? Over.

Alpha One, this is Alpha...

What the f***?

What's happening?

You have to tell us what's happening.

Open the door.

It's all fine.

Everyone stay in the seat and quiet.

Open the door.

And close it behind me.

No one gets on or off till I get back.

Alpha Two, do you copy?

Alpha Two, do you copy?

Alpha Two, do you copy?

- Open the door.

- Yeah. I don't think that's a good idea.

Okay. Close the door behind me...

Patrick.

We need to protect ourselves.

That soldier out there's got two guns.

I don't know.

Maybe we should sit tight, man.

I'm going out.

You got my back.

Come on. Let me go. Quick.

What's happening?

No, no, no.

Patrick.

Emma.

Emma.

- Emma.

- Stop...

It's me, it's me, it's me.

Emma.

Where's Emma?

No. No.

No. No.

Leave me alone.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Jack. Jack.

It's okay. I got her.

It's okay. I got her.

You're okay.

- Jack.

- Emma.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

- No, no, no.

- Baby, stop.

- She's bleeding.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

It's not hers.

It's not hers.

Get away from the window, please.

He killed another animal.

Time for homework.

I can't remember

what real meat tastes like anymore.

Photo. Photosynthesis.

- Can you spell it?

- F-O...

F.

What other letters make the sound "F"?

- P-H?

- Very good.

Patrick Thornton here...

broadcasting out of Harmony on 109.9.

Can anybody read me?

Now, that is a real shame.

Because we've got a very special show...

in store for you today on Radio Harmony.

Chock-full of contests, interviews...

fantastic musical numbers.

So let's begin with today's guests.

How you doing, John Doe?

"I'm doing good, Patrick. Really good."

And so tell me, John. Are you happy?

"Of course, Patrick. Why wouldn't I be?"

Well, maybe because you haven't talked

to anybody for nine years...

besides your stupid dog.

All right. Let's get to the weather:

The forecast for tonight is cold.

Tomorrow, cold.

The day after tomorrow, cold.

Next year...

Well, let's move on

to the question-and-answer contest.

Now, this first one is easy.

Whoever gets it right

wins an all-expense-paid trip...

to the end of the f***ing earth.

And the crowd goes crazy

with anticipation.

All right. Now, here's the question:

Where the hell is everybody?

Good night, Lu.

Lu?

You know I don't like it when you go

downstairs without telling me.

I didn't wanna wake you.

Anyway, I'm big now.

There are bedtimes you need to follow.

You'll be big...

when I tell you you're big.

Can I have another cookie?

I'm still hungry.

But that was...

You're not hungry, you're bored.

When you're finished, brush your teeth,

or you won't get any more cookies.

- I don't like brushing my teeth. It hurts.

- Because you don't brush your teeth.

No, I don't like brushing my teeth

because it hurts.

It hurts because you don't

brush your teeth.

Okay...

Yeah. I'm coming.

Hey, doggy. Hey, buddy. Did you miss me?

Did you miss me?

I saw a really cool episode yesterday.

Ramble asked Mamble out. She said no.

Because he didn't bring her flowers.

I'd already seen it,

but it was funnier this time.

Hey, doggy. Did you do this?

Did you dig the hole yourself?

Good boy.

Now I can give you cookies even better.

Just don't tell Dad.

He'll cover it back up.

No.

Where the hell do you run off to

every morning anyway?

Yeah.

Two times five.

Ten.

Five times three.

Fifteen?

Nine times 14.

No counting on your fingers.

No counting on your fingers.

- Dad, how did you know?

- I know everything.

Well?

You know this.

- Hey, Dad?

- Yeah?

I think it's recess time.

Few more minutes.

All right.

Hey, Dad?

Can I shoot?

I already told you no.

What?

I said it's not a kiddie game.

Then stop shooting

and come play with me.

I'm bored.

You don't like playing

with your dollies?

I'm too big to be playing with dolls.

Oh, yeah? Who told you that?

Too big, huh?

What do you wanna play?

How about I be the teacher,

and you be my student?

Okay.

You again, Jack. And you didn't

do your homework this time...

because you think you're Mr. Big Shot.

I'm really sorry, ma'am. I'm...

- It won't happen again.

- Dad, do it right. In a kid's voice.

I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again.

Dad, I said do it in a kid's voice.

Not a squirrel one.

I ate a squirrel. That's why I sound

like this. I have a squirrel in my tummy.

He'd like some food. He's hungry.

He likes little girls.

He wants to eat little girls alive.

I eat everything.

Dad...

I'm hungry.

All done. Face and teeth, Daddy.

We should get her new flowers.

- What is it?

- Open it.

Cool.

Who's that?

That's your mom

when she was really young.

All these things were hers.

But why are you giving me

all these today?

You don't know what today is?

Today...

Is it my birthday already?

Happy birthday, happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

How about you take it to her?

Because I'm pretty damn sure Jack

wouldn't open the f***ing door to me.

The last dog alive.

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