(gentle music)
- [Cassidy] Darkness and light.
Evil and good.
War and peace.
Them and us.
Everyone knows that one could not exist without the other.
And between the two, there is a balance.
Some say that before the lands disappeared,
birds were able to migrate between the continents.
They used a wind called uplift.
You don't have to flap your wings to stay up,
but you also don't fall.
You stay in the middle effortlessly resting in the air.
But there are no uplift winds anymore
(anxious music)
because we ruined the balance.
(waves thundering)
(thunder rumbling)
The dinghy.
- Here.
- Hold on.
Got it.
Baines, up top.
(waves crashing)
- [Sullivan] Woo, look at 'em.
(Sullivan laughing)
(wind whistling) (rain splattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(walls rumbling)
(chains clattering)
(winch whirring)
(wave rumbling)
(rain splattering)
- Status, Baines?
- [Baines] On winch.
- It's a nine.
20 minutes to impact.
Secure the genny.
(rain splattering)
Cassidy?
- Finishing on platform.
- Did he say nine?
- Hook it.
Come on, Sully.
Hook it.
(wave crashing)
The net, the net.
(tense music)
God damn it, Sully.
- I got it.
Get on the winch.
(items clattering)
(tense music)
(winch clicking)
(pipes rattling)
(water splattering)
(Baines sighing)
- [Hendrichs] Five minutes to impact.
Secure the doors.
- [Cassidy] Come on, Sully, leave it.
(Sullivan groaning)
(waves crashing)
(tense music)
- Fuck.
(Baines groaning)
- [Cassidy] Sullivan, lets go.
(tense music)
(Baines groaning)
(rain splattering)
(Sullivan grunting)
(winch whirring)
(winch thudding) (Sullivan groaning)
(Baines groaning)
(tense music)
(Baines coughing)
(wave crashing)
(items rattling)
(tense music)
(water booming)
(winch clicking)
- We're fucked.
(waves gently lapping)
(generator churning)
(generator chugging)
(fist thumping)
(metre crackling)
(lever creaking)
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
(tap creaking)
(hand thudding)
- Thieving bastard.
- [Hendrichs] It took two hours five from horizon to impact.
- Doesn't leave much time to scavenge.
If it gets any faster then-
- If it gets faster, we get faster.
- How about the fact that the storm was two days early?
Any earlier and the relief boat won't have time
to get out and back.
- Assuming they see fit to send one.
- We use the outboard. - We can't spare the diesel.
Unless we cut our genny usage.
Also, radiation levels are up
so I suggest weekly iodine baths from today.
- We're on our last barrel.
If we go weekly, we'll be out of iodine in a month.
(plate clattering)
What's that?
Where's the fish?
- We lost the catch.
- It was right there on the platform.
- Yeah, and then it wasn't.
- You mean we have to eat this crap all month?
- The good news is the storm cycle is getting shorter.
- What happened, Sullivan?
- I take full responsibility.
- And that makes it better how?
- Calm down, Baines.
- We get one chance to get fresh food,
real fucking food once a month,
all he has to do is pull up a net.
The storm pushes the fish into the net.
There's no fishing required.
I mean is it too much to ask?
- You fucked my kitchen.
All right?
So how about you do your job before giving it all-
- Do my job?
Without my job you'd have no running water.
I make the fucking water.
Thank you, Baines.
- You make the water.
- Oh, what is it you do again?
Fish?
- Calm down, Baines.
- I do my job, don't I?
I row that deathtrap into a force nine
to scavenge what I can to keep this shitcan from collapsing.
- Enough.
I'm still waiting on that damage report.
- Ah, let me see.
The desalinator?
That's just blew.
The genny is a crock.
Erm, everything is rusted to shit.
In other words, we're fucked.
Do you want it in French?
Fuckay.
German?
GeFookd.
Spanish?
I don't know it in Spanish.
- I have every confidence you can fix it all, Baines.
- Ah, okay, I'll put it this way.
In case you haven't noticed,
we're leaning at a 3.4 degree incline.
And a massive chunk of the level one walkway
is completely missing.
How do you suggest I fix that?
- Tape it off.
A warning ribbon, yes.
Why didn't I think of that.
- You have a better idea? - Yeah.
We get the fuck out of here.
When are we going to ask the Hub when the relief is coming?
- The satellite-
- Is for reporting events only.
Yes, we get that.
- They will inform us when they're ready.
We all volunteered to be here.
- [Baines] For two years.
Our shift was over three months ago.
(worrisome music)
- [Computer] Establishing connection.
(wind funnel flapping)
(computer beeping)
Connection fully established.
(radio static)
(morse code beeping)
(lever tapping)
(worrisome music)
(door clicking) (door thudding)
- So now, we're not even allowed to mention it?
Thanks for sticking by me in the canteen.
- Did I have a choice?
- Oh, I fixed your mug.
- Thanks.
(door creaking) (door thudding)
(barrel rattling)
(children's music)
(door creaking)
- What are they like, Sarge?
I mean, you've been behind their lines, right?
Before the great fuck up.
- What's this?
- Oh that?
That's Peter.
- Well, I don't like Peter.
So whoever put him up can take him down.
- Have a heart, Sarge, he was lost at sea.
- It's a military outpost not a damn circus.
- Yeah, once you get to know him-
- Down.
- He'll be on your conscience.
If he has a conscience.
Yo, Sarge.
Right there. (anxious music)
You see it?
- Comms, check radar.
Baines, to the roof. (radio squelching)
Cassidy, do you read?
- I have it.
Solid contact.
Small, slow and steady.
1.9 Ks.
- Yo, it's the boat.
It's the relief.
- Man the gun, Sullivan.
Baines. (radio squelching)
- The gun?
Sarge, that's the relief.
- We don't know that.
The gun.
Baines, where are you?
(alarm blaring)
♪ E-I-E-I-O ♪
♪ And on that farm he had a dog ♪
- Sentinel calling vessel.
Identify yourself.
(alarm blaring)
(shell clattering)
(alarm blaring)
Sentinel to vessel.
Identify yourself.
- What's going on?
- It's our boat.
- [Baines] Fuck, finally.
So what are we doing?
- His stupid protocol.
(shell clanging)
- Contact.
Radar bearing East 86, 1,800 metres.
East 85.
No engine reading.
Still steady and slow.
1650 and closing.
Sentinel calling.
Respond.
(tense music)
Sentinel to vessel, identify yourself.
Sentinel to vessel.
Respond.
(tense music)
- Sullivan, get the dinghy.
Go see.
Use the outboard.
- Alone?
(tense music)
(engine revving)
- If I say the word, don't you hesitate.
He'll be as good as ready.
(tense music)
(engine revving)
(waves lapping)
(eerie music)
- Hello.
(uneasy music)
(gun clicking)
(radio squelching) On deck.
No sign of life.
(radio squelching)
(radio static) (switch clicking)
(waves lapping)
(uneasy music)
Anyone?
(tense music)
- Sullivan, what's the score?
Sullivan, report.
Over. (radio squelching)
(door creaking) - Ahoy.
(uneasy music)
(Peter flapping)
- Sullivan, status, come in? (radio squelching)
(uneasy music)
(door clicking)
(tense music)
(uneasy music)
(buttons clicking)
(key jingling)
- Isn't that a bit premature?
- Sullivan's not responding.
- Sarge.
- Key.
(key jingling) (tense music)
(key clicking)
(computer beeping)
(tense music)
- Oh brother.
(tense music)
(door creaking)
(canister rattling)
(uneasy music)
(computer beeping)
(bomb whirring)
(buttons beeping)
- Stand easy, Corporal.
(computer beeping)
(bomb whirring)
Sullivan? (radio squelching)
(tense music)
Sullivan, imperative you respond.
(radio squelching)
Sullivan.
(wrapper crackling)
Sullivan, we've gone live.
Repeat, we've gone live.
Imperative- - No one here.
All clear. (radio squelching)
(Hendrichs sighing)
- Tow her back. (radio squelching)
(boat creaking) (engine revving)
(buttons beeping)
(bomb whirring)
(keys clicking)
(keys jingling)
- Sarge.
My key.
- Upon sighting unknown craft, the device will be armed.
The protocol is explicit, Corporal.
Hesitation not permissible.
(uneasy music)
- What the hell's he thinking, waking Martha?
- What do you expect?
You stopped answering.
- Fucking lunatic.
(fan thudding)
(gentle music)
(door clicking)
(gentle music)
(items clattering)
- [Baines] That engine's dead, kaput.
- Okay.
What about four kitbags, two years' supplies
and five barrels of iodine, it's the relief.
- Well I'm telling you,
that engine hasn't worked in months.
- What does that mean, huh?
It's just been drifting?
Is that even possible?
And what about the crew?
- Maybe it broke moorings before they boarded.
- [Sullivan] I guess we'll find out when we report it.
- There'll be no report without more information.
(water splattering)
- What kind of information?
- More.
- More?
(chuckles) We know nothing.
Multiply that by 10 and it's still nothing.
Other than blowing ourselves to kingdom come,
our sole purpose is to report events, right?
An empty boat turns up that's meant to be our relief
is that not a fucking event?
And if that's not a fucking event-
- I'll let you know if there's a fucking event, Sullivan.
After I've inspected the vessel and made my assessment.
(keys jingling)
Baines, the boat.
See if you can get some lights working on her.
- What's he doing with both keys?
How did that happen?
(uneasy music)
(tense music)
(book cover thudding)
(poster ripping)
You planning a trip?
(computer beeping)
- Establishing connection. - Going to take that down?
- Yeah, wouldn't want to miss that.
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Connection fully established.
(morse code beeping)
(lever tapping)
Would not wanna miss that.
(uneasy music)
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Dropping connection.
(uneasy music)
(metronome ticking) (tense music)
- [Cassidy] What is it?
- [Sullivan] Beats me.
- Well.
Thanks for the mystery.
(door creaking)
- You ever think about the world down there?
- [Cassidy] What about it?
- How it was.
People, cities, life.
Before the world was fucked up.
- [Cassidy] It's gone.
Why lose sleep over it?
- [Sullivan] I don't know, to learn or-
- Learn what?
It's been one fuck up after another.
One side fucked the climate, the other side fucked the sea.
When there was nothing left to fuck up,
we fucked each other up by fighting
over the nothing that was left.
And then, we inherit this shit.
And what we do?
Keep on fucking up.
- There you go, you learn something.
- [Cassidy] The only way to unfuck the world
is to wipe out the humans.
(door creaking)
The watch?
- When we get back, you ever think about what you'll do?
I was thinking that when we do get home-
- Sully, (chuckles) come on.
We don't even know when we're actually going.
You know?
(uneasy music)
- I did it.
I sent a message.
We'll find out tomorrow.
(Peter flapping)
(uneasy music)
(tense music)
(Peter flapping)
(footsteps)
- You angling to send a message?
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Establishing connection.
- You did it already, didn't you?
You did.
Jesus.
- [Hendrichs] Why is it still up there?
What is this?
A convention?
You taken root, Baines?
- Sullivan sent an inquiry about the relief.
- Really?
- He would've found out when the answer comes.
- I told you I wanted more information first.
- This is the only information that counts.
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Connection fully established.
(morse code beeping)
- That can't be all.
Hold on.
- You sure you sent it?
- Yeah, I'm sure, I'm not a fucking idiot.
(worrisome music)
- Get to your posts.
I'll deal with you all later.
(morse code beeping)
- Vessel arrived.
Relief missing.
Why are they telling us?
Advise action.
(worrisome music)
Isn't that what you asked them?
- That's exactly what I asked them.
That's my signal.
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Dropping connection.
- [Sullivan] How is that possible?
- No one downloads it, so it comes back round.
But why would no one download it?
- [Computer] Connection dropped.
(uneasy music)
- It could be months, years since we lost contact.
I mean what genius came up with this system?
- It must be a faulty receiver at base.
Maybe it went down yesterday and tomorrow they'll fix it.
- How do we know there's been no attack?
- You do know why this place was built here?
Right here?
- Yeah.
Because back then it was the only place anyone could cross
in time between the storms.
But that shit was 40 years ago.
I mean, you do realise that everything's changed?
Tides, currents, jet streams.
That boat just survived three months.
If the boat can make it, maybe the enemy can.
And who's to say they haven't?
- Because they haven't.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sure they're fine.
(door creaking)
You're right, it went down yesterday
and tomorrow they'll fix it.
Fuck.
(uneasy music)
(waves lapping)
(anxious music)
(hatch creaking)
(hatch thudding)
(door creaking)
Yo, Baines?
Baines?
- [Radio Narrator] Out jumped a strange grinning creature
with a concertina body
and round bald head.
Tin soldier.
The tin soldier pretended not to hear
but he blushed as red as his uniform
Staring at our princess. Just you wait till tomorrow. Haaaaa
And the jack disappeared back into his box
with a squawking laugh.
The next morning, the little boy set out his soldiers....
(uneasy music)
(door thudding)
(door creaking) (door thudding)
(tense music)
- Where've you been?
- Taking a walk.
- With your tools?
- Well if I had a dog, I'd walk the dog.
(tool bag thudding)
Stay.
- [Sullivan] Any plans to fix the galley sink?
- Then I wouldn't get to watch you carrying buckets.
- Fuck you.
With bows on.
Asshole.
- [Baines] Sullivan.
- [Sullivan] Okay, but what does your Elizabeth say?
- The same.
She never believed in all that stuff.
About an enemy waiting to cross.
It doesn't make much sense when you think about it.
I mean we haven't seen them in 40 years.
They're probably all gone.
- Well why would they send us here
if there's no one out there?
- It's the threat, Liz says they use the threat
of danger to keep us in line.
- They used to be there.
- Yeah, they did.
She says we wiped them out years ago.
Or the sea done it for us.
- She says a lot your old lady.
- (chuckles) Yeah.
She's pretty smart.
- What if they think we detonated?
- They don't.
- No, if the satellite is bust
and they aint getting our messages-
- Martha is 20 megatons.
The tsunami she kicks up would hit both continents.
More than hit.
Smash.
- Wait, wait.
Martha's tiny compared to the first two-
- It doesn't need to be big.
The earth's a different place now.
The axis has shifted, the sea's risen.
It wouldn't take much.
- So it could actually destroy us
and horses, and dogs-
- And cats.
- Cats.
And swallows?
- Sully. - I mean,
sweet swooping swallows.
- Listen.
- Man they don't deserve that.
I mean haven't we screwed up enough already?
- Sully. - And he got both keys.
- Can we just stop talking about this now.
- To the last device in the world.
- Sully, listen to me.
Listen to me.
What if, hypothetically,
that boat could work?
- (gasps) Jesus, Sully.
- Ever heard of Mornington?
- Who?
- No, no, a place.
They've still got electrics, running water,
even a sewage plant.
- Mornington. - Yeah.
- Great.
Let's talk about it in the morning.
I need sleep.
- What if I told you that the boat worked?
I mean, the boat could still work.
- Baines is fixing it?
- Well, if he asks, I ain't tell you shit.
- Has he done it or not?
- I mean, it's a work in progress.
We have to leave within the next three days.
That'll give us 14 days to get home
before the next storm hits.
So all we need to do is convince Hendrichs.
I mean we're going home, Cass.
- Hendrichs will never go for this.
- Hendrichs can come or stay, his call.
But we are going.
I mean, a couple of weeks from now
we'll be sat in that great stinking port,
eating goat steak.
I mean, what do you say to that?
(waves lapping)
- On my signal, not before, not after.
Or you'll have my hand off, okay?
You ready?
Three.
Two.
Now.
(engine splatting)
Again.
(engine rumbling)
(Sullivan cheering)
Now.
Hendrichs.
- You just leave the talking to me.
(Sullivan laughing)
- Excellent work.
- Well, what can we say.
- Now, break it up.
I want everything stripped by sundown.
Electrics, engine, nuts and bolts, decking.
Everything that's not hull.
Start with the engine.
- No fucking way.
- Look, it's a working boat, Sarge.
- We need the parts.
- Sarge, that fuel injector is held together
by quarter mil copper wire, if it's moved one inch-
- The engine is not the point.
We only have one chance.
If we leave by tomorrow, we beat the storm.
If not, then we lose the boat for good.
- That's why we're dismantling her.
- I vote we go.
- You don't get to vote, Sullivan.
- Baines?
Cassidy?
(tense music)
We're not dying for you.
Not like the others.
- New orders.
Cassidy, Comms.
Sullivan, winch.
Baines, stow the salvage.
- Or what?
(anxious music)
- Fuck.
- You have the amazing ability
of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
What do you expect?
- Fuck him, we'll take it anyway.
- [Hendrichs] Sullivan, where are you?
Man the winch.
- That's our boat and we're not losing it.
Not to that power-crazy- - It's not about power.
- He took both keys.
- [Hendrichs] What's taking so long?
- I'll deal with it.
(tense music)
(door thudding)
- Did you know?
- Hypothetically.
- Your duty is to inform me of mutiny.
- Come on, Sarge, it's not a mutiny.
They need to understand their orders.
Can you honestly say you stopped them for the right reason?
- Our job is to protect the device, not run like rats.
Right reason enough for you?
Make yourself useful.
Clear out the wheelhouse.
- I'm sorry you lost your squad, Sergeant.
- What's that got to do with anything?
- Those other men aren't ever coming back.
Don't lose two more.
- [Sullivan] We're not killing anyone.
- Did I say kill?
We jump.
We jump him.
We need to leave here by tomorrow.
So unless you have something better to do, like talk
or vote, he could just walk in here and shoot us.
- Would you be able to disable Martha?
- (chuckles) Jesus, he's not going to-
- There's no telling what crazy shit he might do.
- I don't know.
It would take...
What are we even talking about?
Are you listening to me?
We need to be out of here tomorrow.
If we don't leave by tomorrow he...
(footsteps)
- Drinking on duty, Baines?
- No, it's not even open.
- In that case, at least you could share.
Get some glasses.
Corporal Cassidy deems it imperative to send a report home.
By boat.
I am minded to agree.
That said, it goes without saying we can't abandon our post.
So, we split up.
Two go and one stays with me.
- Who?
- The boat will deliver our report to the Hub
and send back the relief or else return
with information and supplies.
- Yeah, who?
Who goes, who stays with you?
- Corporal Cassidy volunteered to remain.
You pack two weeks' supplies.
You leave tomorrow if there's no new signal.
(worrisome music)
- [Sullivan] What was that?
Cass?
You said you'd talk to him.
- I did.
You got what you wanted.
Take the boat, go home.
- You can't stay here alone with him.
- The rig needs at least two to keep it running.
- I'm not leaving without you.
What is it?
You've been on edge for months.
- We're soldiers.
- Stop being a fucking soldier for one minute.
- (sighs) Why are you here, Sullivan?
- [Sullivan] What?
- Here, on this post.
You volunteered.
- Oh come on.
Don't make like this is some heroic national duty.
Truth, loyalty, sacrifice.
That shit belongs on the toilet wall.
We didn't come here to die.
We came for the cash.
And we signed up to put our lives on the line for two years.
Two.
And we kept our side.
I'll stay.
You go.
- You don't get a say.
- [Sullivan] I'm not leaving you here.
- Sully, whatever you think you feel-
- Whatever I think I feel?
I won't let you- - Go pack.
Jesus.
- Don't you wanna go home?
You.
Don't you wanna see them?
I know you wanna go back.
You must.
(gentle music)
Then let's both stay.
- I don't love you, Sullivan.
If that's what you wanna hear.
You were a human necessity.
An easy lay.
(tender music)
(hand thudding) (door creaking)
(hand thudding)
(Cassidy sobbing)
- They're like us.
You asked me what they are like.
They have families and children, they eat and shit,
and they pray one day all this will end.
The only difference between us and them
is they're trying to kill us and we're trying to kill them.
And that's not even a difference.
- We could all go, Sarge.
No one's coming.
Not ours or theirs.
- We can't know that.
We have something they don't, Sullivan.
Our duty is to keep it that way.
I'm sorry you have to leave Cassidy.
- [Sullivan] You knew?
- I know everything, Sullivan.
Rest up, both of you.
(tense music)
- Is everything okay, Sarge?
(anxious music)
(alarm blaring)
- Oh sweet Jesus.
(radar beeping)
(tense music)
- Action stations.
(alarm blaring) (door thudding)
Man the gun.
- How far are they?
Maybe we can outrun them in the boat.
- [Hendrichs] Left four degrees, 600 metres, bearing 186.
- 600.
Shit, I can't see a thing.
Cass, what you got?
- Sentinel calling vessel.
(radar beeping) (tense music)
- [Baines] How'd it get so near with no-one picking it up?
- [Hendrichs] Right one, hold elevation.
(shell clattering)
Elevation three.
Ready.
- Should we find out who they are before firing, Sarge?
- Not this time.
Fire.
(cannon booming)
Miss.
Reload. - Fuck.
- Repeat.
Sentinel calling vessel.
Respond
(radar beeping)
(tense music)
- [Hendrichs] Left two, up one.
- Up?
It's heading away?
- Fuck.
(tense music)
It's our boat.
- Fire. - It's our boat.
- Take your post.
Fire
Fire, Baines, fire.
- Our boat?
Quick, grab the tender.
(tense music)
Hendrichs, are you fucking insane?
(fist thumping) (Baines grunting)
- Sarge, the boat.
- Time to choose sides, corporal.
(tense music)
Right one, hold elevation.
(tense music)
- Do it, Baines.
(gun booming)
(tense music)
- Don't you touch that, Sully.
- Move away, Sullivan.
Baines, take your post.
Fire on my command.
(gun booming)
Step back.
Last chance, Baines.
Fire now, or I will.
(tense music)
(cannon booming)
(anxious music)
Baines.
(fire hydrant thumping)
(tense music)
(keys jingling)
(downhearted music)
(keys jingling)
- Are you all right?
- Where is he?
- Store room.
- I'm gonna kill him.
- Wait, stop.
No, hey, Baines, no no no.
(body thumping) Hey, no.
- Hey, hey.
(fist thumping)
(downhearted music)
- You're okay, you're fine.
Shit. (sorrowful music)
(Baines sobbing)
(downhearted music)
(radio static)
- [Computer] Dropping connection.
(computer beeping) Connection dropped.
- And we need to move from staggered six hour shifts
to eight hours, with two on and one off.
Until Hendrichs is- - We're not letting him out.
- [Cassidy] He needs the iodine bath.
- We are not letting him out.
- Okay.
And- - And I quit.
(bottle thudding)
- I guess that means 12 hour shifts with one on and one off.
We try to contact home.
Maybe it's only 625 that's blocked.
We'll give the other channels a go.
One a day, starting at 001.
- There's a thousand channels, we'll be at it three years.
- We're not exactly going anywhere.
- Sully, those things I said,
I really wanted you to go on the boat.
To get home safe.
Don't punish me for that.
(fork clattering)
(plate clattering)
- Why?
Why change your mind about us going?
- I'm here for the same reasons you are, Sullivan.
- Cash?
- We both know you won't be seeing any money.
You traded four years in the can
for two years in this place.
That was your deal.
And I'm here because it's the only command
they would give me.
We're both here to atone our sins, and earn a second chance.
- Enjoy your meal.
- The boat was here three months ago.
I recreated the route from the e-log.
They got to 10 miles due east, changed course, away from us.
The engine stopped five miles north.
After that, they were drifting.
(anxious music)
There are two questions now.
Why didn't we see it, and why did the boat change course
if all they had to do was follow our beacon.
(tense music)
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Here we are, and here they come.
4.38 they start to change course
and half an hour later they stop here.
It's a curve.
A curve, you understand?
- No.
- It means they didn't change course once,
they kept changing.
And then they stopped here.
Why stop?
Unless they thought they'd arrived.
(tense music)
- Why didn't you tell us last night?
Why blow up the boat?
Why didn't you tell us?
Unless this is what you wanted?
To keep us here.
(knife clicking)
Because you think one of us has something to do with it?
- Whatever happens Sullivan we have to make sure
that they won't get their hands on the device.
You have to get me out, Sully.
- That was a hell of a blow you took to the head, Sarge.
(tense music)
- Sully, you have to get me out.
(door thudding)
(beacon buzzing)
(morse code beeping)
(lever tapping)
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Dropping connection.
(bottles clinking)
Connection dropped. (computer beeping)
(children's music)
(tense music)
(fist thumping)
(tense music)
(gentle music)
- You look happy.
- That's not me.
I'm the grumpy girl there.
That's my brother and those are my parents.
One day a photographer was coming to our local pier.
Taking photos for cash or exchange.
It was raining.
I wanted the bigger umbrella that my brother had
and those little blue boots.
So, here I am protesting the unfairness of it all.
And this is the only photo of us ever taken.
The next year I was sent away to school.
And there was an enemy raid.
And they were all killed.
(gentle music)
- [Sullivan] All I remember from my childhood
was the constant heat.
Never rain.
There are a lot of things I don't remember.
(anxious music)
(waves lapping)
(switch clicking)
(rain splattering)
(door thudding)
(generator chugging)
(radar beeping)
- Jesus.
(rain pattering)
Are you okay?
(tense music)
- Together we seek better
and more sustainable ways forward.
- What?
How much have you had to drink?
- This is a promise we give to our future.
- Baines, what are you...
(Cassidy thudding) (Cassidy groaning)
- Get off me.
Get off.
(elbow thumping) (Baines groaning)
What the fuck.
What the fuck, Baines.
Sober up.
(anxious music)
(door thudding)
Sully, it's Baines, he's lost it.
- You all right?
- [Baines] We reach towards the summit of possibility
to make the best for the most using the least.
- He just needs to sober up, okay?
- [Baines] With purity of form and clarity of purpose
being constant in our ideals and trustful in our mission.
- No.
- Were making elegance meet innovation
and simplicity from this day until the last.
(tense music)
This is our vision.
Simple, stylish, comfortable,
elegant, innovative.
(button beeping)
Teamwork is the essence of the BORG culture.
Together, creative, hopeful,
we share a common goal.
- This is not a common goal, buddy.
- Can you imagine how many shades of fabric they have?
27.
Do you know who started it?
Mart.
In Estonia.
It was a country.
A small country.
There were a lot of them. - Yeah.
- [Baines] Big and small.
- That's good to know, pal.
- Baines.
- You don't care about history.
- I do, Baines.
Me and Cass, we were just talking about that earlier.
But let's not make history today, hmm?
(button beeping) Wait, wait wait.
Listen, listen Baines.
This is no way to go.
What about Liz, hmm?
Of all the dumb ways to go, what would Liz say to this?
Let's leave Martha alone.
Hey man, we all deserve better.
(Baines laughing)
(tense music)
- Baines.
- Okay, man.
Hey.
Hey, it's okay.
(Baines sobbing)
Hey, hey, Baines, man, it's all right.
It's okay. (buttons clicking)
(keys jingling)
- (chuckles) I forgot the last number.
(Baines laughing)
(bomb whirring)
- It's okay.
It's okay.
I'm letting Hendrichs out.
- [Baines] He's gone.
(tense music)
- What do you mean?
- I wanted to kill him, but he was already gone.
Did it to himself.
(tense music)
(rain splattering) (tense music)
(Baines chuckling)
(Peter flapping)
(computer beeping)
- [Computer] Establishing connection.
(morse code beeping)
(door rattling)
(metronome clicking)
(pages rustling)
- [Cassidy] Storm front incoming.
ETA three hours to full contact.
- [Sullivan] It's two days early.
- That's what it does.
It changes.
Possible salvage, due north west.
- Alone?
- We need the material.
(door creaking)
(chain rattling)
- You seen this?
- He's back.
Fixing things.
(door creaking)
- I'll drive.
- It may do him some good.
(Baines sighing)
- She was pregnant.
Liz.
She was six months in when I left.
I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl.
Sully, I wanted to- - No, save it.
Go.
Go salvage some useful shit before I blow you up.
(Baines chuckling)
And look after her, hmm?
(Sullivan chuckling)
Oh, yeah.
It's okay.
Bring me something nice.
- Sully, I did it.
- You fixed the sink?
- Sink?
Fixed that a week ago.
- Mother fucker.
- Cats, horses, swallows.
(door thudding)
(chain rattling)
- [Sullivan] Just in case.
(tender music)
(water rippling)
(waves bobbing)
(wheel creaking)
(tense music)
(winch tattering)
(waves lapping)
(tense music)
(Sullivan groaning)
(tense music)
(waves lapping)
(uneasy music)
(drawers thudding)
(tense music)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain splattering)
(tense music)
(rain splattering)
(beacon humming)
(tense music)
(uneasy music)
(items clattering)
- I don't like it, Sarge, it should be right here.
It must have gone.
- If it'd gone, there'd be no signal.
(rain splattering)
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
(items clattering)
(tense music)
- Sarge.
(waves crashing)
(rain splattering)
(tense music)
- Hello?
Are you okay?
(radar beeping)
(waves crashing)
Hello.
Hello?
(tense music)
Are you okay?
(gun booming)
(uneasy music)
- Sully.
I begged him.
He climbed off across the plastic
and he wouldn't come back.
I'm sorry.
(Cassidy sobbing)
(uneasy music)
(Cassidy gasping)
Sully?
(radio squelching) Sully?
(radio squelching) Sully, I'm sorry I slept in.
Come in, are you there?
(radio squelching)
That thing you gave me.
The metal globe.
I think I figured out what it is.
It's funny, you'll like it.
(radio squelching)
(uneasy music)
(radio squelching) Sully?
(door creaking)
Sully?
Sullivan?
(radio squelching) - I'm here.
It was his third tour out here.
Hendrichs.
He wanted to stay.
Put that in his report.
Asking for another shift.
He didn't want to leave.
(radio squelching)
- Sully, his mental state was so unpredictable.
You saw what happened to him.
- [Sullivan] What did happen to him?
He didn't kill himself.
But you know that.
Don't you?
And the relief crew?
(uneasy music)
I know it was you.
I know why you're here.
(uneasy music)
(radio squelching) - Sullivan.
Sullivan, what do you mean?
I don't understand. (radio squelching)
- [Sullivan] I can't let you have it.
(radio squelching)
- Let me have what?
(bomb whirring)
(worrisome music)
(bomb whirring)
(computer beeping)
(buttons beeping)
Sullivan.
What are you doing?
I don't understand. - Just stop.
- Stop what?
- It's over.
You really played me.
- Sully.
- Hooked me like a big dumb fish.
- No.
- It never rained on our side.
(sorrowful music)
- I hated lying to you (sobs).
(computer beeping)
Sully, listen to me.
- Don't. - My homeland is sinking.
My people will perish if I didn't get hold of that thing.
All I want is to end their suffering.
- So that someone else would suffer instead?
No one should have it.
Not your people, not mine.
No one.
(computer beeping) - Sully.
- Like you said, Cass.
We just keep on fucking up.
(Cassidy sobbing)
- That's how it is.
- It doesn't have to be.
(uplifting music) (computer beeping)
(tense music)
(Cassidy gasping)
(waves lapping)
(computer beeping)
- What?
(computer beeping)
(bomb whirring)
- Baines.
(bomb whirring)
We're not leaning anymore.
- No.
And we're still here.
- So what now?
- Now it's up to us.
- And if someone comes?
- Yours?
- Or yours.
(tender music)
- Then we protect the swallows.
Together.
And with everything we have.
- So, what is it?
(tender music)
(bird tweeting)
(birds tweeting)
(upbeat music)
(tense music)
(gentle music)