The Divide

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Eva, we've got to go now!

Now, now!

- Come on, Eva!

Come on, hurry!

Come on, run!

Eva, come on!

Come on, Eva.

We don't have time.

We don't have time.

- Come on, Eva!

- Get out the door!

- Run!

- Eva!

- Go, go, go, go!

Mommy!

Get back!

Go on, go!

Hold on to me.

Let there be light.

Yeah.

Not exactly the Garden of Eden.

After a blast,

everything gets vaporized

and sucked up

into the atmosphere.

And it rains back down to earth...

as radioactive dust.

Number one rule:

No one opens that door

till the radiation clears.

You understand me?

You want to survive,

you listen to me.

Jesus!

Someone get the lights!

- You okay? You okay?

- Someone get the lights!

- Calm down. Calm down.

Don't touch that.

Holy sh*t, it's the dust!

It's the dust!

That dust is from the inside.

The b*tch is sealed tight.

What was that?

Another bomb?

That was our building

coming down.

How the f*** do you know that?

I don't want to be down here.

I want to go now.

I know, sweetie.

But Uncle Mickey says

we have to stay.

- Why?

- Because your face will melt off

and your hair will fall out.

She's a little girl.

I was just f***ing around.

- So that was a nuke?

- Definitely.

F***ing rag-heads.

- We got to stay down here?

- Bet your ass we do.

That door stays sealed

until the radiation clears.

And how long's that gonna take?

When I say.

What's the plan, Mickey?

Well, my plan was to build

a fallout shelter

and take it easy

while my pain-in-the-ass tenants

barbecued above me.

Does anybody's cell phones work?

No, there's no signal.

- I f***ing lost mine.

- You lost it?

Is that a radio?

Give it a try.

Cocksucking jack-off.

- Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello, do you copy?

What's down here?

As you see, just a bunch

of storage cells full of junk.

Hey, uh...

uh, it's Mickey, right?

Yeah.

Why do you have

so many mattresses?

Because I'm the super

of a goddamn apartment building.

So why do you have

so many mattresses?

What the f*** do you care?

I sell them on the Internet.

Turkish bath in here.

Sorry, ladies, no running water

to wash your panties.

Toilet's on the left.

It's septic,

so after you finish,

throw some lime on top of it.

That's f***ing disgusting.

It's called saving water.

Sure, whatever.

I've got to take a dump.

What's in here?

That's my room.

Nobody goes in there but me.

Mama, I'm hungry.

Uh, Mickey...

do you have anything to eat?

The food is adequate, I hope.

Don't thank me all at once.

No, the food's good.

Thanks, Mickey.

- Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Anybody there?

Hello?

- Shut up back there.

Hello?

We have survivors

in a building

on the northwest corner

of 29th and 5th.

I repeat, the northwest corner

of 29th and 5th.

Do you copy?

Do you really

have to smoke that thing?

I mean, there's already

so much dust in here.

So when can we go up?

When I say so.

F*** it.

Ade, come on, let's go.

Adrien, come on.

Bobby, let's go. We're out of here.

Let's go. F*** it.

What do you think you're doing?

Get away from the door.

I won't tell you again.

- I told you!

- Josh!

- Look out!

- Get away from the f***ing door!

- Get away from the goddamn door!

- Come on!

Go ahead.

Sh*t!

What the f***, Mickey?

God damn it.

- F***ing...

F***ing big man with that ax, huh?

Keep pushing me, Mickey.

Keep f***ing pushing me,

you're gonna see what happens.

Ever see what happened

to those poor Japanese bastards...

after we dropped

Little Boy on Nagasaki?

The skin melting off their bones.

Faces like roadkill.

Lucky ones died in the blast.

And those kids in Chernobyl...

eyes and... ears.

Sh*t growing all over 'em.

Tumors the size of grapefruits

popping out of their necks.

Enough, Mickey.

We get it.

What you need to get

is if that dust gets in here,

we're all f***ed.

Hope not.

Come here, honey.

Let me braid your hair.

Can I borrow that, please?

Of course.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

You kept it.

Of course I did.

Eva,

I'm sorry if I've been acting

a little bit nuts.

I'm just trying, you know,

to keep it together.

I guess that's what survival is,

just trying to keep it together.

But I love you.

And you love me.

And that's what's going

to pull us through this nightmare.

It'll make us better parents.

Eva.

- Eva.

- What?

Come on, honey.

Just one more bite.

I want to go home.

Do you want me to try

and warm them up for you?

We are going to die, aren't we?

No, honey,

we're not going to die.

We're going to live.

Let's just do our meditation, okay?

Shut your eyes.

Really picture the beautiful light

and how good it makes us feel.

Let's do that right now, okay?

Come on.

- Shut your eyes.

- It doesn't work.

- It does work.

- I want to go home.

Wendy, you just have

to be patient, okay?

And then it'll get better outside.

And then somebody'll come down

and they'll help us.

- Promise?

- Promise.

Thank you.

Gonna have to eat this sh*t

every day?

What'd you say?

What?

I give you food,

shelter, and that's what you say?

F***ers come down here,

expect me to take care of you.

What do you contribute?

What'd you bring to the f***ing party?

Take it easy, Mickey.

All my family and friends

are probably dead,

and all you can talk about

are f***ing beans?

Come on, Mick!

Are we really supposed

to rely on this guy?

- Sam.

- No, no, no, no, really, really.

How long can you keep us

alive in this... in this...

- Sh*t hole.

- Yes, exactly.

You know what?

This is a f***ing sh*t hole, man.

Calm down. Sam...

No. No, I'm sorry.

I won't stop.

- Stop.

- I won't stop because I want someone

to do something, that's all.

- I need someone to do something.

- Sam, calm down.

- No, I won't calm down because I...

- Sam.

Sam, please stop.

Stop!

- Do something, man. Come on!

- Sam, please stop.

Instead of just sitting around

waiting to f***ing die.

Don't be scared, Wendy.

Uncle Mickey only slaps little girls.

And you're a big girl, aren't you?

Want to see a magic trick?

I'm gonna take my thumb off

for you, all right?

Yeeow!

God, that hurts.

Seen that one before?

Okay, let me think

of another one.

Making your cigar disappear?

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

It's a rescue.

Down here!

Down here!

- Cut the lights.

- What the hell for?

Just do it.

You guys,

what's going on up there?

Hey, okay,

we're civilians, all right?

Okay, we're all

on the same side, right?

- Whoa, what are you doing?

Didn't you hear him?

Mommy!

Help me!

No!

- No!

- Help me!

Wendy!

No, no!

No! No!

- No!

- Get back.

Go, go, go! Run!

God!

We've got another

2-8-Baker.

Give me the lock!

Give me the lock!

- What lock?

- Get me the chain!

- I don't need your help.

- Get out of the way.

Come on, come on.

Put the chain on there.

- Mickey!

- Hey, Mickey!

I need some help.

Adrien got shot.

- Put him down over here.

- What? Okay.

- Whoa, whoa.

Hey, somebody f***ing

get something. He got shot!

- Oh, sh*t.

- I got to look.

Oh, sh*t, Bobby.

- What the f***?

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