It's a Disaster Page #9
( GLOCKENSPIEL)
(TOGETHER) Mothers
Tell your children...
No!
- What the f***?
- What gives?
(OTHERS SHOUTING)
- Shut up!
Now, if you guys wanna sing "kumbaya"
as the world's about to end,
Then by my guest.
But I'm not gonna just sit in
here and lay down like a dog.
Now, the way I see it,
We've an hour, maybe two,
Before the air runs out.
So if we're gonna make a move,
Yeah, but what move is that?
I'm taking the S.U.V.,
Where are you gonna go?
I don't know.
Is that my backpack?
Yeah.
If I roll up the windows,
kill the A.C.
It'll give me some time.
Not long, but...
Maybe enough time to find
something, anything.
And it might be
a fool's errand,
'cause I know that if I die,
At least I died trying.
Who's with me?
(DOOR SLAMS)
(MURMURING, CLEARING THROATS)
Okay, everybody take calm,
short breaths to conserve air.
And keep the talking to a minimum.
Right.
Starting now.
Are we ready?
Here we go.
(IGNITION CLICKS)
Say, Glenn, when you
checked my radio earlier,
Did you remember to
turn the car off after?
Lexi... Lexi was in here
listening to music.
Lexi.
Lexi was listening...
We were in here too.
Oh, my gosh.
( CLASSICAL, MELANCHOLY)
( GLOCKENSPIEL:
SINGLE NOTE REPEATING)I know I'm new
to the group, but...
I think we should
set the table and...
Eat like we were supposed to.
You know, I think we
should eat and drink...
And swap stories,
You know, and... and...
The way we were meant to.
I can be down for that.
my quiche go to waste.
Yeah. Well,
then let's do it.
Is your quiche vegan? Yes.
How about you, Shane?
You hungry?
Nah, I'm good.
HEDY:
Come on, Shane.When the north Koreans come...
And they take you away
to some makeshift camp,
They're probably not gonna feed
you anything more than gruel...
For, like, days.
North Korean food does suck.
Okay, okay.
Well, great.
Right?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Okay, good.
Let's... let's do this.
I'm gonna go grab
some wine. Yeah?
Okay.
(WIND WHISTLING)
( PIANO, CLASSICAL)
EMMA:
Okay, I got one.Uh, something
I've never told anyone.
When I used to work at that
pizza place in college,
Um, I used to take money
from the register.
Wow. Really?
Mm-hmm, yep.
Why? So I could steal it, Pete.
Why do you think? All right.
Yeah, granted, but...
How much... how much did you take?
Uh, you know,
Probably just,
like, three grand.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Just, like, three grand?
And I'm... I'm impressed. That's... wow.
Thank you.
BUCK:
Okay. I've got one.
This is something
I've never told anyone.
I f***ing love love actually.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I'm serious. I watch it every Christmas.
Why are you ashamed of that?
I love that movie.
I'm not anymore.
I'm free now.
I'm proud of you.
(CHATTERING STOPS)
This one night,
I was driving home,
And this homeless guy just stepped
right out in front of me.
Bam.
And I just took off.
Well, Pete, I'm sure there was
nothing you could've done.
Oh, no, there was.
He was still breathing
when I left.
(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS)
TRACY:
Glenn?I'll be up in a minute.
Glenn, what are you doing down here?
Everybody...
Tracy, are you familiar
with the rapture?
The band...
Or the blondie song?
The prophecies
in the book of revelations.
No, I don't like
where this is going.
At the end of times,
all true believers...
Who are alive
before Armageddon...
Which is the final battle
of the apocalypse,
Which... Had clearly started...
Will be taken by god
from earth to heaven.
All the nonbelievers...
Will be forced to walk
a hell on earth...
For a seven-year period
of tribulations...
In which they will
sit in judgment.
I fear for all of you.
I love you, Tracy,
and I love your friends.
I have huge love for them,
And I want to help
with their judgment.
Tracy, I...
Would like to ask you...
To sit beside me at the
marriage supper of the lamb.
(WHIMPERS)
(QUAVERING VOICE) Oh, man.
Well...
(SIGHS)
Honey?
Oh, whoa!
Yeah.
EMMA:
Honey? Yeah.He's crazy.
Who's crazy?
He's crazy.
Glenn.
I do. Yeah.
- I think...
- No. No, no, no.
He's certifiable. He belongs in
With one tiny little window.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(CHUCKLING) Hey.
PETE:
- I found some wine. Perfect timing.EMMA:
- Great.And I'm sure, Tracy,
That you are probably just...
Taking one thing
about that person...
And blowing it
out of proportion.
No. No. No, I'm not.
I'm not.
I know you think that I'm some sad,
pathetic character from a Cathy cartoon...
Or a sitcom that Brooke
shields would've been in.
But it's true.
It's always true.
He poisoned your wine,
by the way.
(GAGS)
- What? He did what?
Guilty as charged.
What the f***? Glenn, you're
a guest in this house.
- That is not f***ing cool, dude.
- No!
- Okay. Everybody calm down.
- You calm down!
I am calm, Shane.
I'm extremely calm.
- We can see that, Glenn.
- What's in this?
Well, I crushed up
about 40 sleeping pills...
And, uh, 30 muscle relaxants.
And then I put in a... a good
heaping amount of rat poison.
Are you trying to kill us?
Yes, Hedy, I'm trying
to kill you.
Oh, well, then that
would do the trick.
That Jesus Christ... sorry...
is gonna put us all on trial?
You're paraphrasing.
She's paraphrasing.
Oh, okay. My bad. My bad.
Let me rephrase that.
Johnny crazy balls over here is gonna
save us all from seeing Armageddon.
That movie was awesome. So that
is what is going to happen?
Okay, let me rephrase that.
Please.
This is very serious.
Every one of you
sitting at this table...
Will sit before St. Peter
as he judges you...
To see whether you gain
entrance into heaven.
Now, I am going to heaven.
That is a fact.
I desperately want you
all to join me there.
If you drink this wine, you
stand a far greater chance...
Of spending the rest
of eternity in heaven.
- Wow. You were right.
- You see?
You see? Do you see?
Is sh*t in the Bible,
or are you making this up?
"No one knows
the days or hours,
(TOGETHER) not even
the angels in heaven."
Matthew 24:
36.Lexi. Yes.
You see, Buck, I teach
this for a living,
So I know what
I'm talking about.
- I thought you said you teach history.
That is history.
You didn't put that in your
internet profile, now, did ya?
I thought you met
at a grocery store.
I don't wanna be
the one to say this,
actually be onto something.
What? Have you gone f***in' insane too?
No offense.
Purely from
a biological standpoint,
When the nerve gas
slips into the house...
And it will eventually
slip into the house...
We are all going to go
through a very long...
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