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I knew I'd just saddled

myself with a lifetime regret,

Wondering what may have

happened if I'd just had the

Nerve to speak to her.

And just as I was wishing the

sand to swallow me whole,

I heard her voice from behind

me ask if I had a lighter.

Her English was terrible,

but she knew how to say that.

So windy.

Took us forever to light

that f***ing thing.

By the time it did...

I was in love.

We spent the rest of that day

together, and the day after

That, and somehow I kept

managing to convince to extend

Her holiday, until

eventually she just...

she loved me back.

And for the first time in my

life, the rest of the world

Didn't exist anymore.

But then I end up in here,

And the "me"

that she fell in love

With didn't exist anymore.

And she did everything she

could to try and find him

Again, but she couldn't.

He was gone.

And I was all that was left.

And then I pushed her and I

pushed her and I pushed her.

Until eventually,

when she couldn't...

when she couldn't take any

more, she got on a plane and

She went home.

And all I got was a postcard

telling me how sorry she was.

Tell me.

Why should she be sorry?

What is all this stuff?

That's for communications.

Communications?

Is that your field?

Afraid not.

I'm actually a doctor.

You've contacted

other survivors?

No, no, no, no, no.

Well, communications with who?

With them.

You've had contact

with the ships.

Kind of.

Listen to this.

It's coming from them.

Well, what is it?

I don't know.

I've been trying to

send a signal back.

Well how do you know

that's even going to work?

I don't, but we've

got to try, right?

I mean, we're so busy running

away from them that...

we've missed the point.

Like it or not, our

life is in their hands.

What signal did you send them?

Just basic morse code.

Morse code?

You may as well a

Shakespearian sonnet.

They know a lot more

about us than you realize.

Here, look at this.

Here, look.

C27, what is that?

It's on one of the ships.

I was trying to make contact.

If they had been observing us,

learning everything about us

For years, they'll have worked

out that we stopped caring a

Long time ago.

This world is like

a piece of fruit.

An orange, decaying from the

inside out, and we're like

Hundreds of ants, crawling

all over, bleeding it dry.

So they've gotten rid of all

the other ants, so that we

Have a chance of surviving.

What the hell are

you talking about?

All those things want

to do is kill us.

You don't know that.

That's where you've gone wrong.

Look around.

Things have changed.

This isn't the

same world anymore.

But you're still trying to

apply the same logic to it.

They've wiped everything out.

But we're still here.

Why?

Why?

Because we're lucky.

Come on!

There's got to be a reason

they haven't killed us.

Oh, they've tried.

Believe me.

Have they?

You've been on

your own too long.

Me?

Or you?

Have you ever seen one of them?

Of course.

Haven't you?

We've been hiding.

What do they look like?

There's a pair of

photographs over there.

You can keep one if you like.

Help persuade the nonbelievers.

Convince the doubters.

Clear up the inevitable

confusion later on.

They didn't go to Norway.

Hey!

I've got money!

Money?

What use is that?

Please, let her go.

Please don't hurt my wife.

Whatever happens to her,

that's not my responsibility.

I'll f***ing kill you!

Shh.

They can hear us.

They can always hear us.

Ants and oranges, Cole.

Ants and oranges.

Ladies and

gentlemen, I am very sorry to

Bring you the news that the

final attempt to divert the

Deleruyelle has failed.

If nothing changes, then,

we'll all be hit within the

Next couple of hours.

We'll be playing your requests

as long as we possibly can.

Good luck everyone.

Welcome to voicemail 1571.

The person you are

calling is not available.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Hi, it's me.

Do you remember the

night we first met?

We talked about how we'd feel

if we knew the deleruyelle was

Going to hit us.

I said that nothing would

matter and you convinced me

That everything would.

What changed?

I'm sorry I left.

It's not what I wanted, Cole.

But even if the world doesn't

end, I don't want to spend the

Rest of my life with

some who wishes that...

ahh...

ahh!

Hey!

Hello?

Hey!

Hey!

They've blocked the

We're not letting

anyone else in!

My name's Cole Narroway.

My wife's having a baby.

I'm sorry, we can't help.

Please, wait, wait, wait, no no!

She's already here,

she's in the hospital.

You just need to let me in.

Okay...

go in the car park.

There's an entrance down there.

I'll come out and meet you.

Jesus, shouldn't you be inside?

Inside, outside,

what's the difference?

Whoa, what, what,

what are you doing?

Hey!

You keep quiet!

They might hear you!

What do you want?

I want my life back.

Three years ago, you took it

from me and I want it back.

Michael, I didn't

take your life.

It was him.

You know it was him.

It wasn't him!

Yes it was, and the fact that

he's walking around breathing

The same air as you is a

cruel f***ing travesty.

It is, but it's not my fault.

He would've just walked out of

there if you'd just kept your

Mouth shut!

You had that gun pointed in

your face you and you still

Left that night with

a second chance.

And what have you done with it?

Nothing!

You don't know

anything about me.

I know a waste of f***ing

life when I see one.

And I know when it comes to

that thing in the sky that me

And you are exactly the same.

You want it to wipe out the

entire planet just as much as

I do.

But I have nothing

and I have no one!

And what's your excuse?

Alright, Michael.

Please, please, alright, look.

Whatever you think, alright,

and whatever happened, I

Didn't plan it, okay? I didn't

think...

you don't think!

You're for yourself

and no one else.

You're a coward.

You wanted him to shoot you.

Alright, alright, you're right.

I'm a coward, I admit I'm a

coward, but

I need to find my wife.

I want to be with

my wife and child.

They need me.

They don't need you.

What do they need you for?

Look around.

It's too late.

The deleruyelle is here.

They're finished

like everyone else.

You don't know that.

Your wife and your baby might

as well lock themselves in the

Cupboards and hope for the best.

Just let me try.

It's too late.

Please.

Please, just let me try.

Just give me a chance

to be a father.

M-Maya?

Shh.

You've lost her Cole.

You had everything.

You had her, but you've lost

her, and now it's time to

Accept that.

Shh.

Just let it go.

All that blame, contempt

coursing through your veins.

Just let it go.

Shh.

Tell me, what are

you so afraid of?

Maybe it was the fact you

had absolutely no money.

Maybe it was the fact that you

weren't ready to be a father.

Maybe it was the fact

there was a f***ing giant

Unidentified object about to

wipe out the entire planet.

It was never about

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