Don't Blink Page #4

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And if what Claire says is right, that the

people who were here before got evacuated -

- we need to leave.

What about Tracy and Noah?

I don't know.

I don't know, but how does staying here

and having the same thing happen to us -

- how does that help them?

In any way..?

How much gas did you salvage?

About half a tank.

About a half a tank.

Well, that's not enough.

It's not enough

to get help or to escape.

It's enough to get away.

Unless whatever it is we're dealing

with here covers hundreds of miles -

- in which case, we'd be feeding ourselves

to it, and then no, it's not.

Let's put it to a vote.

All in favor of leaving.

Staying.

Looks like we're staying.

Okay, then.

I think this is a mistake.

I know. I hope you're wrong.

Me too.

Let's lock all the

windows and doors.

We stay together.

If anybody has to go to the bathroom,

they take two people with them.

We don't take our eyes

off each other. Ever.

Okay?

I'm worried about Tracy.

I know.

That's why I'm trying

to distract you.

All right, so give me

two cards, please.

I will bet you that shot

of whiskey -

- and... -

- this shoe.

What, are we playing

strip poker now?

Told you I was gonna distract

you, didn't I?

- A shoe, you say.

- A shoe.

Penny ante.

I will see your bet,

and I will raise you -

- a shot of Irish pride.

And... -

- the shirt off my back.

Hmmmm, muscles.

Very small ones, but they are there.

This region.

All right, all right. I will see

your bet, and I will raise you... -

- my panties.

How did you get

your panties off?

I came prepared.

Your turn.

Okay.

Okay.

I will call.

Not until you get your underwear

on this counter, you don't.

Can't you wait and see

if you've won the hand or not?

Ha! No.

Fine.

But you cannot have my dignity.

I don't want your dignity, boy,

I want your drawers.

So can I have one of these,

even if I win?

Hello?

Help me! He's gone!

Oh, god, he's gone!

- It's okay.

- We were just sitting there just talking -

- and he just disappeared behind the...

F*** me.

Okay, careful, you're gonna cut yourself.

Alex!

Alex!

Come on, man, what the

hell are you doin'?

Alex!

Look what I just remembered.

Whoa! You brought a gun?

Really? You're judging me

for bringing a gun camping -

- under these circumstances?

I just wish it was bigger.

What the hell are you

gonna do with a gun?

I don't know, Jack, but I feel

better having it in my hand, man.

- Come on, I want to go back inside, okay?

- Yeah...

I think whatever was out

here is inside now, man.

Pretty sure Lucas is coming to terms

with that fact right as we speak.

I still want to go inside.

Oh, I know you do, Jack.

I'm coming.

- Oh, and Jack?

- Yeah.

I just want you to remember.

I wanted to leave.

Everything that happens from here on out,

is on your head.

Come on, Jack,

let's get inside.

'Cause it's gonna

get real dark soon.

Lucas isn't anywhere.

Yeah, I figured.

- Jesus, is that a gun?

- I hope so.

Where the hell did you get it?

My gun-mobile.

How's Amelia doing?

She's upset. I mean, we all are.

Jesus Christ, what the hell

is happening to us, Jack?

Believe me, I wish I knew.

There wasn't any warning,

I mean, not a f***ing sound.

It just doesn't make sense,

you know?

What if there were doors?

Or panels where somebody could

literally suck you into the walls?

You know, l am really glad you said that,

because that sounds f***ing crazy.

That is f***ing crazy.

This still doesn't

explain the missing animals.

Yeah, well, that's where my serial

killer theory pretty much breaks down.

Guys, there's gotta

be something we can do -

- to protect ourselves

from what's happening here.

I know.

Do you?

This is retribution.

Ah, here we go.

Jesus, where did she

get the Bible?

Um, the book shelf.

This is God punishing us

for our sins.

You know, I figured this

was gonna happen, man -

- gotta be honest, I thought

it would be Charlotte, so...

We have lost our way... -

- and God is striking us down,

one by one...

I don't mean to be insensitive, but when

did you become so f***ing pious -

- I mean, aren't you

kind of a slut?

Alex, this is not making

things any better.

You know, it's not making

things any worse, Claire.

You know, I'm sorry, but I'm not

gonna stand here -

- being prosthetized to

by a f***ing 22-year-old...

God is striking down all who have

fallen off the paths of righteousness!

Okay, but Tracy?

Tracy was studying to be

a kindergarten teacher.

Tracy was a devout Catholic.

So you tell me, why did Tracy get

swallowed up by the Holy f***ing spirit?

- I don't know!

- Mm-hm.

Her sins are known only

to her and God.

Oh-oh, I want to punch you

so hard right now.

Well, you go ahead.

So what's your solution,

Agnes of God, huh?

We gonna go up to the lake and get

baptized in the waters? Is that it?

- We pray.

- Mmm.

- We pray.

- Oh...

That's what I intend to do,

l am going to pray.

Okay, you pray, and I won't!

And whoever disappears last,

wins!

I think that's enough.

Keep your mouth shut

and I won't smack it.

Claire.

- Let's uh, pray over here, shall we?

- Yeah.

Yeah, right.

We still need a plan.

Staying in a large group

didn't work.

The second we took our eyes

off of Lucas, he was gone.

Cast down by the Lord,

our God...

I will f***ing kill her.

Stop. Please?

Any ideas, anything?

You okay?

Not really. You?

Barely functional.

Things are starting to unravel.

Yeah.

They're gonna get worse.

Yeah.

You know what?

We should get something to eat.

It's a good idea.

Hey, guys, what do you

say we get some food?

If we all go to the kitchen, we can

keep an eye on each other.

I'll be right there.

Any requests?

- Sushi.

- Ha-ha.

Anything a white girl

from Iowa can make?

- Babies.

- Yeah.

Potatoes.

I think you're thinking Idaho.

Sorry.

Do they make bologna

sandwiches in Iowa?

That, they do.

And if I could find some bologna,

that's something I can actually make.

Excuse me.

So what do you guys

like on your sandwiches?

Everything, anything.

Okay, I'll just bring

whatever I can find.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Ah, can you grab some mayo?

- What?

- Are you kidding me?

- No, no, no, no.

- Guess that means I win.

- Oh, my god.

- We need to get...

- Wait, Sam, Sam, Sam!

- We need to get out of here.

- Sam.

- We need to get out of here.

- Okay, Sam, give me the gun.

- We need to get out...

Oh, my god!

- Sam?

- Give me your keys.

Give me the f***ing keys, Jack!

Okay, okay, here.

- Stay back!

- Here, here.

Stay the f*** there! Get the f*** back!

Don't you f***ing move!

- Here.

- Get the keys.

- I'm scared, Sam.

- Charlotte, get the keys!

Get the f***ing keys!

Move. Come here, baby.

Okay.

You should have never

kept us here, Jack.

I'll f***ing kill

the sh*t out of him! F***!

It's not as bad as it looks.

Not as bad as it looks.

It looks bad, okay.

It feels f***ing bad.

That's the car.

- Jack!

- Where are you going?

- Sam!

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