Occupation Page #3

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Jackson,

what are we gonna do?

Babe, it's okay.

All right? It's okay.

It's behind us now.

What about Peanut?

We're gonna be okay.

[sighs]

[melancholy music]

[Dennis] Just let yourselves in.

What is this place?

Oh, it was an old timber mill

before the town went to sh*t.

Now, welcome

to Casa de Destitute.

- How many more are there?

- Why so interested?

Hey, quiet.

I want to know

what your plan is.

- My plan?

- Yeah.

You promised, man. You promised

you'd help me find my family.

Ease up, man.

I'm working on it.

Okay. Did you find

anything at that crash?

- Aliens.

- Jackson, I think we've all been through enough tonight.

All right. Just, let's

all settle down, okay?

Let's cover the cars, get some sleep, and

we'll figure out the rest in the morning.

- Mm-hm.

- You guys get some. Someone's gotta stay on watch.

- I'll give you a hand.

- Chin up, everyone.

I got out of worse

situations than this.

Been married three times.

Don't touch my sh*t.

[gagging, coughing]

- [groans]

- You mean what you said in there?

Which part?

You all right?

I'm great.

About helping him

find his family.

[laughs softly]

What do you want me

to say, Amelia?

Yeah, yeah, I will help him

find his family.

That an old bottle of pills

or a new one?

Just give me a break,

will you!?

F***.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- I'm scared, baby.

- It's okay.

I'm sure our guys

are fighting back right now.

- Let's hope so.

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- Building a fire pit.

- No, I mean, here with us.

- Oh, I don't know.

Just, um, lucky, I guess.

- I used to write.

- Cool.

[Seth] Hey...

What are you

doing there, kid?

No one calls me kid

except Matt. I'm Marcus.

And there's a lot of us and not much

food or water that has to last.

So before you interrupted me, I was

trying to work out our daily rations.

Okay, Rain Man, fine.

Jesus.

What are you doing?

Stripping back the bark

so that when it burns

it creates as little smoke

as possible.

Okay. Let me help.

Hey, Marcus. Wanna come help

find some branches, help Dennis?

Okay.

[imitates whip]

Matty! Matt!

Babe, are you okay?

What's wrong?

[panting]

You gotta see this.

[melancholy music]

I told you it was aliens.

We are toast.

[somber music]

[Peter] Hey, what are you doing?

Some of those bags are mine.

- I'm leaving.

- We need to stick together.

What together?

Okay, I don't owe you anything,

especially now that

we've got a kid on the way.

[stammers] No, I just

found out yesterday and...

- Congratulations.

- Vanessa, why didn't you tell me?

Well, I don't even know

if I should have it...

Come on, baby, we'll get

as far away from here as we can.

No, hands off.

These are mine. Piss off.

What if it's

the same everywhere?

Yeah, well, we're gonna

have to take that chance.

So whoever wants to get

out of Dodge, we're going.

- I'll go.

- Arnold?

Can't do it, Jack-o.

You can have my truck

if you want.

I've got no need for it now.

Thank you. Dennis?

With those ships they have, you

two'll be like sitting ducks.

Well, we'll stay

off the road, man.

- [Amelia] What about when the baby comes?

- Vanessa's a nurse.

She can...

What's your plan, Matt?

Stay? Fight?

I mean, I've been in a few bar brawls, but I

doubt anyone here has ever been in a gun battle.

- Huh?

- [Bella] Peter has.

- [Peter] Bella.

- He was one of the Bankstown boys.

Great.

Have you ever

killed another man?

- Yeah. He's been in...

- Bella, please.

Well, to be quite honest, I've been

inside for the last seven years.

I've only been out

for about a month.

- Well, that's just perfect.

- [Peter] What's that supposed to mean, mate?

I've paid my debt. I was in

the middle of moving my family

as far away from that

city life as I could get.

Okay.

Well, I'm no killer,

but I was a crack shot with

a rifle in the army reserve.

Mind you, that was

a good 30 years ago.

- I can fight.

- [scoffs] Now why would we believe anything you say?

- You wanna find out, mustache?

- [mumbles] Anytime..

- What was that?

- Look, we got a murderer and a bum. It's over.

We're going, Vanessa. Come on.

[truck engine starts]

You wanna go, go.

I'm going back

to the town.

Find out what happened

to our families.

Good luck, Jack-o.

- You guys should stay.

- [Amelia] Mm-hmm.

If there's one thing I know

about Dad, he's a fighter.

Yeah, we'll all take care

of each other, right?

Twenty-four hours,

and then we'll decide.

[Matt] Sh*t.

All right.

Spread out, be careful.

- This is stupid.

- Shh!

How are we supposed

to fight them if they see us?

Shut up.

Baby, stay.

Take that.

- Here, here, we gotta move.

- Are you serious?

Christ. If we come across

anything, we'll just build a gun.

[speaking in alien language]

- What the hell are they doing?

- Making themselves at home.

[speaking in alien language]

- [zapping]

- [grunts]

- Mrs. Kyle.

- Dennis. Matty.

- Get away, as far as you can.

- Have you seen my mom?

[Mrs. Kyle] They moved her today

with some of the others.

- Have you seen these two?

- Those poor kids.

- It'll be okay, Mrs. Kyle.

- [speaking in alien language]

They're coming!

Go, run, go!

Just stay alive, okay? We're

coming back, just stay alive.

[screaming]

Okay. Go.

How did we end up with

a nurse of our own, huh?

That's...

that's just crazy luck.

Yeah, well, I'm still in my

three year training period,

- so I wouldn't be so sure.

- Oops, amputated the wrong leg.

[laughs]

Don't be so modest.

It's only another year, babe.

What am I saying?

[laughs]

- [Arnold] Try not to dwell, son.

- Yeah, it's hard not to.

I've wasted the last ten years

of my life on social media.

Yeah, yeah, I know, me too.

Hashtag "bestdayever."

Hashtag "TGIF."

[laughs] Hashtag "it's-the-end of-the

world-we're-all-gonna-die who-gives-a-sh*t?"

Something's wrong.

They should be back by now.

Easy.

I'm gonna give it another hour

and then we're leaving.

[Seth] Yeah.

I'm getting a bad feeling.

- We can't just leave.

- I know, baby,

but we have to think

about the rest of us.

Look, take it easy,

all right?

Look, I said relax, mate.

No one's going anywhere.

Take a load off.

What are you doing, Pete?

- Oh, that's just great.

- Okay. Let him go.

Just be cool.

Hey, you wanna go back inside?

I can stay out here.

Where's Mom?

It's us.

- Are you guys all right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, we're fine.

- Yeah.

What's going on down there?

- Did you see Mom?

- Thanks.

- Jenny, Samuel?

- No.

Everyone's been taken

to the old factory.

It's like a livestock paddock,

except we're the livestock.

The bastards are here

for the long haul.

What, do you speak alien?

How do you know?

Because we saw them...

- [all shouting]

- You led them right to us.

- Behind here.

- Go, go, go.

Okay. Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on.

[gasping, panting]

[speaking in alien language]

[alien grunting]

[gunfire]

You son of a b*tch!

- Matt, Matt.

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