The Quiet Hour

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The Quiet Hour

-It's been almost a year,

yet we still know

nothing about them.

Who they are,

where they come from,

why they went down...

all we know is, since they came,

two quiet hours a day

is all we have.

-What was that?

-I'm not sure.

-A gunshot?

-No, it can't be.

-No, I heard an engine.

-It could have been anything.

-What if there were

people out there?

and they found us?

-It's nothing, Ok?

-Would you shoot someone

if you had to?

-Go back to sleep.

-What's she saying?

-Uh...they've left the UK,

and stopped here.

and some

country's name I couldn't understand.

-Shh!

-Turn it off!

-Why?

-Because it creeps me out, Ok?

If you go out the back,

make sure to lock the door behind you, Ok?

Is anybody there?

-Hello, survivors.

Tom Connelly here,

playing just for you.

Dad?

Dad?

Who are you?

God what is wrong with you? I

told you to shut the door.

-I'm sorry.

-That's the second time. Do

you want to get us killed?

He's been shot.

-Where?

-In the leg.

-Could that be what

we heard last night?

Sarah?

Are you gonna fix his leg?

Well, you shouldn't.

He stole our food.

-Hold the light closer.

-Is he gonna die?

-No.

At least no from me hitting him.

-What is this?

-A survival blanket.

From Manchester.

Twenty-Seven

-What do you see?

-One of their mines.

Looks incredibly deep.

-I heard they're taking minerals

from the core of the planet.

Can you see them?

-No.

-What are we gonna do with him?

-I don't know, I'm thinking.

-We'll have to see what dad

thinks when he gets home?

-Do you think he'll be back tonight?

Sarah?

Oh, for Christ's sake,

how could I possibly know?

-Good girl.

-Coffee?

-There aint much milk.

-It's been a while since

she had babies.

-Will she stop producing it?

-Eventually.

I'm sorry, Ok?

-It must be Dad.

-Hello?

-You'll catch a fever washing

in that filthy water.

Why did you run away?

I meant you no harm.

I suppose you don't see

many people in these parts.

It's quite isolated, isn't it?

What's your name?

-Sarah.

-You live alone in that big house?

-No.

-Who else is there?

-My brother.

And my father.

-How old are you?

-I'm twenty-five.

-How old are you really?

Eighteen?

Nineteen?

-What do you want?

-He's there, isn't he?

-I don't know what

you're talking about.

-You're lying to me, Sarah.

Did you tie him up?

-Sarah...

-Shh...

-Sarah?

Fine.

-You've got ten minutes to get him out.

Ten minutes.

Or big, bad wolf will

be knocking on your door.

Over.

-How many are there?

-I'm not sure. At least two.

I think there night be

more hiding in the back.

-Let's just take him

out as she said.

He must be with them.

-Then you tell them

it's just the two of us.

And then we'll be screwed.

We might as well kiss our animals goodbye.

-He wouldn't know. He's

still knocked out, isn't he?

Come, let's take him out.

-So they can invite themselves over?

-We can take him out

through the window,I'll help.

-I imagine they want to kill him.

-So what? he's a thief.

-That would be murder.

Sarah, we can't keep him here.

What if he breaks free?

It could be dangerous.

-What do you suggest?

That we kill him?

Come with me.

It's stuck.

-Sarah?

-I didn't mean to frighten you.

-Your friend has already contacted us.

-My friend?

-The woman who contacted

me on my CV.

-I'm alone.

-Do you think I'm stupid?

-They've been following me.

-Why?

-How did you get here

if you weren't in that van?

-I bundled myself inside

survival blankets.

Old ones that the army took out.

They're full of rodents

and asbestos fiber.

They work if the patrol

vessels fly high enough.

But it's like playing

Russian roulette.

I was lucky.

But believe me! These

are not good people.

Untie me and I'll protect the house.

-Keep quiet.

I don't trust you.

-Is it the uniform?

-Maybe.

-But I'm not a soldier.

I'm a journalist.

-They why are you dressed like one?

-I took the clothes from a dead one.

Look in my front pocket.

There's a picture in there.

Please take a look at it!

-What is it?

-That's my wife and daughter.

They're dead.

-So what?

Is that suppose to

make you a good man?

-Oh, come on! You

can see that I was shot.

-Could have been an accident.

A self-inflicted wound.

-Do you think you can

hold the four alone?

You don't know what

they're capable of.

They won't stop until

they've got your farm.

-Well, it seems to me

like it's you they want.

-No, don't delude yourself.

How many farms with

souls and piles

of livestock do you

think you can find

Please.

Untie me.

-So you can open the door to your friends?

-You can't beat him alone.

-Our father will be back soon.

-Where is he?

-He went to town to

get some supplies.

-And how soon will he be back?

-Soon enough.

-How many of them are there?

-Five.

used to be six, but one of

them was killed by the blasters last night.

-that must be what we...

-Don't.

-I went inside an abandoned

house to look for some food,

and one of them

followed me without cover.

I escaped just before the blast.

-If what you're telling

me is true, then why are

they trying so hard

to capture you?

-You're a liar!

-Please.

Let me help you.

No, no!

-What are you doing?

-Shutting him up.

-Let him talk, Sarah!

-Be quiet!

-I'm gonna go upstairs, Ok?

-Knock knock.

Big bad wolf.

Keep quiet, b*tch.

-You need to untie me.

Those guys will

kill your sister.

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