Living Hell

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All units, report!

Report! Somebody answer the damn radio!

Sir, it's inside!

Initiate scenario D.

Central Command, confirm!

Initiate scenario D. Confirm!

Tell me you'll remember

everything I've told you, Frank.

I'll remember, Mom.

Sit still. Don't be such a baby.

Do you act this way at the doctor's office?

They've tapped our phones.

Your father's working for them.

- Don't you understand?

- Mom, you're hurting me. Please, stop it.

Look at your hands.

Let it burn into your memory, Frank.

Look at them. Tell me you'll never forget.

I won't.

- For the rest of your life. Promise me!

- I promise.

- Say it back to me. What did I tell you?

- Sublevel 3, Vault 12.

That's a good little man.

Eyes shut. Bedtime.

Mommy, no!

That's the way you want it? Come on.

Let's see it.

- Daddy! Daddy!

- Son, get to bed!

Crazy b*tch! Give me that!

Excuse me. Sir, excuse me.

Do you know where Fort Lambert is? Sir!

He can't hear you. He's hearing impaired.

Do you know where Fort Lambert is?

Fort Lambert, the Army base?

- She knows.

- Can she point the way?

Kazzy. Inside, now.

Sir, do you know where Fort Lambert is?

- Can I help you, sir?

- Yeah...

- Can I see your base commander?

- Do you have an appointment?

I tried.

You know the Army.

I mean, it's like you need a chain saw

to cut through the red tape.

But your... Your CO is

Colonel Turner, right?

Look, I know this sounds kind of crazy,

but could you tell him that I'm here, that...

That Frank Sears is here to see him?

I'll only take five minutes of his time.

I drove... I drove 36 hours

straight from New Jersey to get here today.

Sir, if you have no authorized business,

I'm gonna ask you to turn around

and be on your way.

Sir, you have 10 seconds to move out,

or we do the moving for you.

Get a life, douchebag.

Do you ever feel guilty?

Here we are, sweeping up trash,

while the guys overseas are getting shot at.

Well, I would be happy to sign you up

for a combat rotation, Zaremba.

- You like falafel, right?

- Sure.

If you worked your back

as much as your mouth,

this job would have been done last week.

Me?

Check out that room.

Radiation below threshold, zero bio.

Toxicity clear.

Pull everything from these three rooms.

I'll take these items to TTL.

We fought for decades

to keep Fort Lambert open

as a working Army installation.

This time, we didn't make the cut.

Look at your hands.

Let it burn into your memory, Frank.

Look at them. Tell me you'll never forget.

... have announced their intentions

to build a gambling casino on the site.

Does the country not yet have

enough places for hardworking people

to fritter away their life savings

while drinking themselves into oblivion?

The siting of a world-class casino operation

in a rural area such as Bennell

has lifted the economic boats

of all citizens of the region.

Glenn, I'm on my way down.

Glenn!

We are scheduled to complete

Abatement Phase 3 today,

and now you're telling me

you want another 36 hours.

Erik...

Sir.

My task is to certify the property

free of hazardous substances.

There's 50 years of accumulation

and incomplete record-keeping.

I can't predict what we're gonna find,

or how long it's gonna take.

Well, so far, you've turned up

a quart of moonshine whiskey

and three chemicals

found in any transmission shop.

That's no predictor of

what else might be here.

This property reverts to the

Cochiti tribe once we've finished.

Does the Army want some Indian kid

to dig up a contaminated vial and get sick?

Demolition's scheduled to commence

Friday at 0701 hours.

Do what you can to wrap out by 0700.

Put your crews on double shifts.

If you need support,

I'll give you every soldier I can spare.

If it's humanly possible,

we'll get it done, sir.

- Specialist.

- Colonel.

- You're overdue for a haircut, soldier.

- On my next day off, sir.

Washington gives him hard deadlines,

but they won't spend the money

to do the job right.

- We need two more crews.

- Can we finish by Friday?

- Lf we don't sleep.

- We'll push as hard as we can

without lowering our standards.

- Agreed?

- Agreed.

- How's that new pad working?

- Fine.

We should check it.

I'm fine.

After you.

We do not need a gambling casino here.

We're not fooled by these economic carrots

being dangled in front of our noses.

There is an ill wind blowing into this town.

We must hold firm to the ground,

and not let ourselves be

swept up in its filthy clutches.

- Sir! Ma'am!

- As you were.

- Sorry, Private.

- No problem, ma'am.

All right, ma'am, I'll watch the door.

Ready?

Nice ass, huh?

Oh. You've gotta keep

the weight off this, baby.

These long days working at the computer...

The worst thing you could possibly do.

Honey, just change the dressing.

Three more days, we're on leave.

A little beach, a little food, a little sun...

I have this funny feeling

my tongue's gonna get a hell of a workout.

Yeah?

But I guarantee you my lazy ass

gets straight R&R.

Shoot the tires out!

Sir, we've arrived with the subject

at room 23C.

Sounds like I got that appointment.

You say your mother

was in the Army?

She worked on this base in 1958.

- What dates in 1958?

- You tell me.

I tried Army archives, but they said

that my mother's records were lost in a fire.

But I know it was before March 13, 1959,

'cause that was when I was born.

And I was born in Philadelphia.

Did she mention the name of the program?

No.

My mother

was disturbed. So...

Maybe none of this is true.

So just tell me that I'm wrong,

and that I have nothing to worry about.

And I'll apologize, and I'll...

I'll go back to teaching my high school

biology class in Trenton, New Jersey.

And why are you coming to us now?

I've been trying to forget

what my mother said my entire life.

But I was up one night...

I was Googling on the Web, and I saw

that they were tearing down Fort Lambert.

And I tried to call.

But I couldn't get anywhere.

So I got in my car, and I...

I just drove straight here.

As you were.

With your permission...

- I think we're finished here.

- Hold on a second.

Sir?

Proceed, Freeborn.

Tell us exactly what your mother said.

The best as you can remember her words.

She came into my room at bedtime.

It was two weeks before my 10th birthday.

It was a Sunday night, February 27, 1969.

She told me that she worked

at Fort Lambert.

She told me that there was something

locked away underneath the base.

Something bad.

And that it was up to me to make sure

that it never got disturbed.

She said it was in Sublevel 3, Vault 12.

And then she killed my father.

Mommy, no!

Frank Chalmers Sears, go to your room!

Mr. Sears, are you sure of the words

your mother used to describe the location?

Sublevel 3, Vault 12?

There's nothing in my life

that I'm more sure of.

What'd you get from Washington?

They ran three separate searches,

with three different spellings

of the name Sears... It's nothing.

Mr. And Mrs. Freeborn...

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