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Just give me some time

to think.

It's a trick.

Don't believe him.

It's coming back to me.

It's coming back... numbers.

I remember numbers.

And there was something else.

That they...

now, where were we?

Wait. Who's next in line?

Her with the hat.

Who, me?

Yeah.

How old are you?

- That's not old.

- Old enough.

Hey, we said 70 or 80, not 50.

What's the difference?

That's a big difference.

Come on, lady. You're not 52.

How old are you?

Don't lie.

- I'm 52.

- Bullshit.

Yeah. Why's your hair so white?

Chemotherapy.

I had cancer.

Aren't you supposed

to be bald, then?

What kind of cancer?

Breast cancer.

So You're dying, then?

No. It's in remission.

I'm better now.

You sure?

Yeah.

I beat it.

It could come back, though.

What the f***

is wrong with you?

I'm just saying

she's more likely to die

than the rest of us.

That's not true.

What are you, a doctor, lady?

Actually, yes, I am, a**hole.

Look, cancer or not,

she's over 50.

She's gonna have to go

eventually.

- What?

- We never agreed to that.

- Yeah, no way, man.

- I mean, what, do we start

killing off people

over 40 next?

I'm 43.

You gonna kill me next,

a**hole?

- Hey, you got a problem?

- Yeah, I got a problem.

I think maybe

anyone over the age

of, maybe, I don't know, 35

might have a problem.

What do you guys think?

Okay, hey, now...

just hold on a second.

Let's...

I'm just trying to help.

F*** you.

Listen.

We Can't be afraid to talk

to each other in here.

It's the only way We're gonna

figure out how to stop this.

Come on, man.

We're not gonna stop this.

We're just f***ed.

We don't know that.

Exactly... we don't know

anything yet.

If they wanted to kill us, they

Would have done that already,

but they didn't.

So let's use this time

and try and figure out why.

Okay.

What do we do?

Maybe we should figure out

why they chose us.

Chose us?

Yeah.

Why they picked us

to be in here.

It was a giant space vacuum,

right?

I don't think

we were hand-picked.

Yeah, he's right.

This is... this is just random.

We don't know that.

Maybe it wasn't random.

Maybe they chose us

for a reason.

There's probably a zillion

people doing the same thing.

We're doing right now.

Okay, but it's just us in here,

right?

I think we need to know

more about each other.

Maybe if we do,

this will all make sense.

It's worth a shot.

Anybody want to start?

Uh, yeah.

I'll go first.

Hi, I'm Beth.

Um, I live

in woodland hills, California,

but originally

I'm from Richmond, Virginia...

born and raised.

I've worked in human resources

for the past 11 years.

Um, I just kind of fell into it.

I actually went to college

to be an English major...

university of Virginia.

Go Wahoos.

I'm 36, single.

No kids.

But I do have two nephews

from my sister Noreen.

She's actually my twin sister.

What else? Um...

Oh, I have a dog.

Her name is Cloody,

and she's a terrier mix.

And I have two cats,

J.J. And Ricky.

Oh, my God.

Um...

I-I think that's about it.

I-is there anything else

I should say?

No, that's great.

Great job.

Who wants to go next?

What?!

At least she didn't have kids.

Yeah, that's

what I was thinking.

- Me, too.

- So what?

That doesn't matter.

She was still a human being

just like any of you.

- What was her name?

- Beth.

Maybe we shouldn't say

our names.

Why not?

How does it help?

What's the point

in talking at all then?

No, no names. He's right.

We don't make this harder

than it already is.

Yeah. Yeah, I mean,

if it's anonymous, it's...

what? Easier to kill everyone?

That's not

what I was gonna say.

- I'll say it then.

- It doesn't matter.

Names aren't necessary.

Someone else should speak.

How about you?

- Me?

- Yeah, You're next in line.

No, f*** that, man.

I ain't saying sh*t.

You seen what happened to her.

She ain't say nothing wrong.

Well, someone should speak.

Okay. I will.

I'll try to keep this short.

My name's Craig. Hey, no names.

Right, I'm sorry.

Anyway, the reason

I'm saying anything is

because my wife is standing

next to me.

I thought

that Would be important.

That Can't just

be a coincidence, right?

Well, is anyone else related?

Anybody... Know each other?

Yes.

I know her.

Susan.

How?

We're, uh... Coworkers.

Neighbors.

Never mind.

It's not important.

Affair... got it.

Anyway, I-I just wanted

to ask everyone,

respectfully,

please don't vote for my wife.

You can vote for me,

but, please, just spare my wife.

No.

No, everyone will take that

into consideration.

Okay, thanks.

Uh, okay.

Um, uh, you go next.

Come on, go.

Hey. Do you speak English?

- Oh, well, he's gone.

- I-I-it's okay.

I-I speak Spanish.

We don't need

a f***ing translator.

Yeah, I'm sorry,

but he's right.

It's a waste of time.

- No, it's not.

- Seor.

What's he saying?

See? It's already wasting time.

No, it's not.

We're all human beings.

Yeah, we all count the same

in here.

We shouldn't kill someone else

over someone

who Can't even contribute

to the conversation.

Hhhe's right. That's not fair.

I mean, I'll bet

he's not even here legally.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah, what,

now you need a green card

to be f***ing abducted?

You know what I'm saying?

I mean,

he shouldn't even be here.

What does that matter?

Ask him if he was

in the country legally.

Ask him.

No.

Ah, see?

Come on. It doesn't matter.

Sure it does!

This guy was probably

hanging out

in front of the home depot

with 20 other illegal aliens.

Whatever.

Look, while the rest of us were

running away from the ships,

he was probably running

towards one going,

"trabajo, trabajo!"

You know what, a**hole?

These guys work their asses off

for barely minimum wage.

Taking American people's jobs.

- Here we go.

- What?

You don't think I work hard?

Yeah, I'm sure your

corner office is a real drag.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

- Who, me?

- Yeah, don't I know you?

Huh. I wonder why.

No, seriously... he asked

if we knew anyone in here.

I know him.

I don't know you, man.

You're a mechanic

in north Hollywood.

Raul.

Raul Jimenez.

- I remember you.

- What'd he do?

I didn't do sh*t.

He's lying, man.

He beat the sh*t

out of his girlfriend...

really bad.

At least, I think

it was his girlfriend.

Hopefully not anymore.

Come on, man.

Serious?

Are you sure it was him?

Yeah.

I remember him 'cause of

that tattoo under his right eye.

That teardrop... see it?

- F*** you, man.

- What's it for?

It's for my cousin.

He got shot.

By a pig like you.

Yeah, and it's my fault

you guys are criminals.

He was 16.

One less criminal

on the street.

F*** you, man.

Is it true or not?

- About his cousin?

- I don't know.

No, about him.

Yeah, it's true.

Tell them.

Tell them how you beat the sh*t

out of her.

And it wasn't the first time,

and it won't be the last time,

either.

Tell them!

Okay, maybe

we shouldn't stereotype in here.

B*tch got

what she deserved, man.

- Sh*t.

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