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- Answer the question.
No.
No.
If we don't do something,
we're gonna run out of food
and water if we stay here.
Tomorrow we're just gonna have
to walk as far as we can go.
We may be dead either way,
but I'd rather die trying.
Hey!
Forget the road, Tom.
Why?
You've gone that way
long enough.
Fine.
Look, I'm sorry
if I made you angry.
I'm sure Adam's fine.
I'm not angry because
I'm angry because
I think you're right.
Between you and me,
I think your husband's just fine.
I don't want
to talk about my husband.
What about your boyfriend?
Uh, he's an a**hole.
A bad influence as
my "mother" would say.
Your "mother"?
Yeah. I actually
never met my mother.
She died the day I was born.
I was raised
with my grandparents.
Ladies,
let's keep it moving. Jeez.
I wanna get out of here
before it gets dark.
Yeah.
So is this the farthest
you've gotten mileage-wise?
Are you okay?
Hey, where'd you get
all that money?
None of your business.
Well, I'm making it my business.
I got it working
with my boyfriend, okay?
And that's all you need to know.
Guys?
What's this?
What is that?
Need some help there, Tom?
I got it.
There we go.
Oh my God.
It's like a military bomb shelter.
Jesus, Jody!
Sorry. Ow.
These maps must be 20 years old.
Try 50.
Hey, you guys, look.
- It's vintage 1925.
- Sh*t.
It must be worth a fortune.
Liebfraumilch.
This is German,
same as the maps.
It looks like Poland.
How do you know?
My father was German.
Beans.
More beans.
- Sausage.
- Your dad taught you well.
I actually never met my father.
He died during the war.
Really?
Why are you looking
at me like that?
Nothing, it's just
I didn't think we had
What do we have in common?
My dad died in the war too.
I'm sorry.
No, I mean, it happens.
That's life, ya know?
Oh look.
Cigarettes, Sam,
to kill your fetus some more.
- Cool it.
- I'm kidding.
Let's just pack up some food
and get out of here.
Tom, I can't carry all this alone.
It's impossible.
I'm starting to think
anything's possible.
No, it's-it's...
it's like we're trapped!
It's like... it's like Pac-Man.
Pac-Man?
Yeah, you know...
you go in one side of the board
and come out the other,
but it's always
the same board.
How do you get
to the next level?
It can't be.
Tomorrow we're gonna
have to split up,
go in separate directions,
try to get out of here.
No f***ing way.
That is the worst thing
we could do at this moment.
Besides where is here?
I don't know.
No one's out there
looking for me anyway.
Nobody?
- Nobody.
- Why is that?
Because I was raised
in an orphanage in South Dakota
because my mother
was executed.
So like I said, nobody.
I could be dead and missing
and no one would even notice.
- That is not true.
- Thank you, Sam, but it's true.
So you were headed home.
It doesn't matter
where I was headed.
Well, it might be helpful.
I was headed back to the orphanage
where I was raised.
- Why?
- To visit an old friend.
Can we change
the subject, please?
I'd like to say grace.
Ugh, sorry, I'm an atheist.
I'm willing to try
anything at this point.
I'll make it quick.
Okay.
Damn, it's freezing out here.
Here, take a swig of this,
it'll warm you up.
I think we were
abducted by aliens.
What?
Yeah. I think we were
abducted by aliens,
taken on a space ship,
knocked out
and then dropped somewhere
in the mountains.
It could have happened
while I was sleeping in my car.
Yeah, we could be near Area 51.
Let's stop with the aliens.
But, Tom,
you kinda look like an alien.
Very funny.
Laugh it up.
Aliens.
Where are you going?
Nature calls, ladies.
Can I see it?
The money? I don't think
I've ever seen that much before.
How?
I rob gas stations
with my boyfriend.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Hardware stores, delis...
whoever seems harmless.
Sometimes we'll get a Kmart
just to rob somebody corporate.
Nice try.
Let me tell you something, Sam.
I don't lie.
or how I get by.
I don't lie.
Got me?
I ain't no precious
little Catholic schoolgirl,
I ain't been privileged enough
to afford college
or whatever else
people expect of me.
So I rob people.
You understand?
Yeah.
This isn't even real.
What are you talking about?
Of course it's real.
It says it was printed in 1984.
What did you rob,
a gag store?
What exactly is the gag?
Um, I've never heard
of the treasury
printing money from the future,
have you?
What?
Samantha,
what war did
your father die in?
World War II of course.
He was killed
in a massive airstrike.
Okay, Sam, I'm gonna
ask you a question, okay?
And I don't want you
to take this the wrong way.
What year do you think it is?
What year do you think it is?
Holy sh*t.
Whoa, it's freezing out there.
What year does this say?
And this one?
- 1932?
- Doesn't it strike you as odd
- how old they are?
- No, not really.
been locked up for years.
How many years?
Who knows?
What's going on?
- Tom, what year is it?
- I just told you.
No, not the bottle,
but the year now!
What year is it now?
Would someone tell me
what's going on?
Okay, last time
I checked it was 1985
and Samantha thinks
that it's 1962.
I don't think it's 1962.
I know it is!
- This is a joke, right?
- No, believe it.
- Did you hear that?
- Yeah, I've heard it before.
- You have?
- Yeah.
- Why didn't you say anything?
- I don't know.
Well, m-maybe it's a hunter.
Oh my God,
there's someone out there.
Sh*t, it's Michael Myers.
You know him?
Not this sh*t again.
Tom, what do we do?
Stay here.
Hey, sir, we're
stranded out here. Hey!
Sir.
Whoa whoa whoa.
- What?
- It's German.
- What's he saying?
- I don't know. He's speaking too fast.
Drop the axe, Tom.
Hey, man, look,
we're not gonna hurt you.
I don't think he's scared of you.
Samantha,
say something, anything.
We are not armed.
I don't think
he's search and rescue.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
You?
- We're fine.
- Yeah, fine and dandy.
Where did he go?
I don't know.
He was trying to fix the radio.
He's been gone all morning.
- I think he has anger issues.
- What does he want?
Maybe he lives here.
No.
No one lives here.
Ham radio,
vintage wine, bomb shelter,
psycho German dude.
Holy sh*t.
What?
I think...
I think we're in
another time period.
His time period.
What, the '30s?
'40s maybe.
World War II?
Yeah, I mean that would
explain the bomb shelter.
Tom, do you have
time travel in 2011?
Did... did you bring us here?
I know 2011 sounds like
a long way off,
but we're nowhere near
that advanced yet.
We haven't even been back
to the moon since the '60s.
We go to the moon?
Supposedly.
You don't think
we went to the moon?
Oh, and I suppose Elvis
is still alive
and no one shot JFK, right?
Somebody shoots JFK?
Oh my God.
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