400 Days Page #3
- Year:
- 2015
- 91 min
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- Ok. He's sedated.
But how did he get in?
- He fought his way through an
access panel on the science module.
I'm telling you that bastard wanted in.
He wanted in. -Yeah, but why?
- Did he say anything?
- Wait, it doesn't make any sense.
People don't... people
don't live like this.
This doesn't make any sense.
Something else is going on.
I mean, we're trapped down here
In this... in this f***ing...
...in this metal tube,
we're not in communication,
we don't have any light,
it doesn't make any sense.
Something else is going on. -Bug!
- Bug!
- Hey! I'll get some water.
Dvorak, wake up!
Wake up!
Emily!
Emily, wake up!
- Emily!
- What's happening?
I don't know. Emily, wake up! Emily!
Emily?
Sh*t,
she's not breathing. get some oxygen!
Alright, come on!
Please!
Breathe.
It's Ok!
You're breathing!
You're here! You're here!
- I can't breathe...
- I know, shush...
Nice and slow.
Slowly, breath...
Have you all seen my bear?
Not now, Bug.
It's gone.
I think that man has it.
Where'd he go?
The breach in the hall
caused our air to mix
with the outside air.
Why would fresh air be the problem?
Maybe it's a loss of cabin pressure.
- Our oxygen levels have
been slowly dropping.
Steadily, for months.
Never holding at 15 percent.
- Wouldn't the computer
warn us about that?
Something... is very wrong out there.
So what do we do?
We need to watch each other.
Our bodies are going to slowly adjust
but we're still gonna be
under the effects of hypoxia.
Headaches, delusions...
...memory loss, hallucinations...
How much oxygen do we have left?
- We have four or five tanks.
It's not going to last long.
- Seal that breach
and we should be fine.
- No, there's no fixing the breach.
This is not what we signed up for.
- This is exactly what we signed up for.
- No! It's not!
She almost died! Alright?
We're getting out of here.
- There's no way that
we're leaving here.
We're almost to the end.
If you open up that hatch,
we all lose!
Don't you get it? It's all a simulation.
For all we know, she could be faking it!
Faking?
All that data could
have been pre-recorded.
And as our captain, you should know
that we should handle this on-board!
- I'm not going to sit
here and debate with you.
Either move... -Or what?
Sorry.
Bug. I have an idea.
Where are we?
Where did all this dust come from?
It's too cold.
We got to suit up.
If we take a sample of this
stuff, can you analyze it?
Yeah. Of course.
Alright.
- It's designed to only
open from the outside.
I'm not sure I can re-lock it.
Oh, sh*t.
- I have no idea. Right now, an
- anything is possible.
None of this is making sense.
- I know what this is. They
moved us into a giant dome
and made it look like an alien planet.
It seems obvious to
me. -Come on, Dvorak.
Really, smart guy?
Alright, what's your theory?
Global warming, nuclear war,
Maybe they flew us to another planet.
- I... uh... I analyzed the
sample, and it's pretty crazy.
Um... it's mostly ice
crystals, with carbon
Pyroxenes,
a high concentration of titanium,
and magnesium... -And?
And uh... Armalcolite.
You know Armacolite, that doesn't...
Doesn't exist on earth.
- First discovered on the
moon. Apollo 11 mission.
You sure? -Yeah.
I couldn't believe it so I ran it again.
The same results.
- That's brilliant. They sprinkled
that stuff around the ship
because they knew we would test it.
I'm seriously impressed.
- Guys, we have no answers.
So, what do we do?
- We've got to leave the ship,
see what the hell's going on.
You guys better suit
up. It's cold outside.
- Suit up...
- You know they're pretend suits, right?
They weren't meant to... -Fine.
Go on there without them.
- Are you sure you're Ok?
- I'm fine. Thank you.
This is a dream, right?
Or a nightmare.
Where are the trees?
There used to be trees here, guys.
You guys remember?
Doesn't... do you... doesn't
anybody else not see the trees?
Bug... listen to me...
This is just an experiment.
The shots they gave us,
psychotorpic controled drugs.
used to open us up to
suggestion and paranoia.
This is just a game.
Maybe we're dead.
Are we dead?
Maybe the last bit of electrical energy
in our syneptic system is expiring...
Maybe it's a collective hallucination.
I've heard about African tribes...
I don't think so, Bug.
It happens all the time.
Accounts of people
seeing the Virgin Mary,
sailors seeing ghost ships that are
there one minute and gone the next,
Hey Bug, you feel that?
- Yeah.
- Good, that's how you know its real.
What... what about our families?
Our friends... are they dead?
Just calm down. Ok? there must be some
kind of explanation about this.
You OK?
- Did you hear that?
- Hear what, Bug?
Laughter.
I heard laughter.
It's Ok, Bug, it's just the wind.
Hey
How long have we been watching it?
I don't know. Maybe an hour or two?
Looks like Walter spared no expense.
The same guy who broke into our ship.
Look at this.
Somebody crossed out
each one of these cities.
Except for this one here.
What do you think it means?
- I don't know. Maybe they
were looking for something.
Two divers?
Maybe. Guys, check it out.
Let's see if we can find somebody who
knows what the hell's been going on.
Everything Ok?
Shh!
I'm looking for microphones.
Hidden cameras.
You know that Walter
and he is laughing his ass off.
Aren't you, Walter?
Let's go.
Seriously?
So we'll take up or leave it?
Daisy, Daisy, give
me your answer do...
I'll go crazy
All for the love of you.
There won't be a
stylish marriage,
We can't afford a carriage...
seat of a bicycle built for two
I think I see it.
Yeah, looks like another exit up.
I'm taking mine off now.
Hello!
Earth to civilization, anyone home?
What the hell is that for?
No one's coming by,
besides, a little noise
might get us an attention.
Hello?
Excuse me?
You're ate, Right?
No. No.
We need to know what happened.
What do you mean?
I mean...
How bad was it? Is everyone gone?
Is it like this everywhere?
Come on in.
You're hungry, right?
Come.
Come in, come in.
Come on in, sit down.
Um, actually we're not here to eat.
What we need is... wispering
First we eat.
Darla!!
We got guests!
Now, my name is Zell.
I'll be your host, you hang tight,
and my wife will be
with you in a moment.
Ok, what the hell is going on here?
I'm not eating whatever he brings us.
Is not odd that all
street lights are on?
Probably running on a generator.
Yes, why? I mean, why
waste all the power?
It's dark, people need to see.
- I think they're meant
to see from a distance.
These people look familiar to you?
I don't think so.
Look again, 'cause
Don't they seem like the
reporters from press conference?
See this hot chick behind
me in this booth over here?
That's Miss February.
Yeah, I know her very well.
I don't want to be here anymore,
I don't know what's
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