The Last Light

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Do you remember the night...

It's not the red

of the dying sun

the morning sheet's

surprising stain

it's not the red

of which we bleed

the red of cabernet sauvignon

the world of Ruby all in may

it's not that red

it's not that red

it's not that red

it's not that red

the wish that would

be your color

I wish this would be your color

I wish this would be your color

your color

I wish

are you kidding me, Harold?

Strawberry bars again?

Nutrition bars.

I don't want a nutrition bar.

I want a blueberry bar.

You ate all the blueberries.

Well, I don't care.

These taste like crap.

Please, could you just

maybe give him a break?

He's just doing his job.

It's OK.

He doesn't bother me.

Here you go.

I'm gonna just eat

your strawberry bar

because you are a big

f***ing complainer.

Mmmm.

Hey Jack.

What's for dinner?

What do you think it is?

Same sh*t it's been for weeks.

I don't know, these strawberry

bars are pretty good.

How was it out there, Jack?

Same.

Did you see any of them?

No, not one.

Where's Jenny?

Usual.

Impressive.

Thanks.

I have to start over.

Why would you want to do that?

Well, I just don't understand

who these people are.

I mean, there are so many

notes, and so much detail.

I'm just trying to piece together

something about this place.

Oh, I missed it again, didn't I?

I brought you a plate.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, I uhh,

I should probably go

check on the others.

OK. Thanks.

No fair.

Where on earth did

you find those, man?

Went out this morning.

Cigarettes, booze go

into the communal pot.

Everything else, finders keepers.

Your rules, Jack.

Brought you a plate.

Yeah.

Not much of an appetite these days.

Could use the company, though.

Why don't you come upstairs?

Join the group.

You know I can't do that.

I can't trust those people, Jack.

No. They're good people.

Really?

Try not to burn the

place down, huh?

You know, Jack, you're

a real pal, man.

See you soon.

I'll be here.

Do you remember the light, Jack?

Remember, Jack?

Remember, Jack?

Fixed?

It's stuck.

I bet it's summer time out there.

Must be.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Maybe we could go out and have a

look around, or, somebody could.

You serious?

Maybe things have changed.

I don't know, look around.

I think it seems kind of the same.

No one's come for us.

It's still light out, all the time.

And we haven't heard anyone.

No airplanes.

No helicopters.

No sirens. Nothing.

You haven't heard those things.

Maybe they're gone.

We should go out and have

a look around, or...

maybe there's somebody out there.

Just an idea, you're

the boss, Jack.

You say we stay, then we stay.

Jenny, who you working on today?

He's hot.

He's 15.

Right. Okay.

I didn't know there were

kids in this institution.

Yeah.

What's the story?

His name is Devin Killian.

Looks like he was admitted

with behavioral issues,

potential psychosis.

Says here, he got into a

fight with his teacher.

Says he spat on her.

That doesn't sound that bad.

Well, he also burnt down

his parents' house.

I stand corrected.

I like this kid already.

Crazy kid, though.

I mean, sometimes I wonder

with these kids, you know?

Oh yeah, the bag.

The bag, the bag!

The bag!

Your turn tonight, Ashley.

OK. Oh, I'm too nervous.

You read it.

All righty.

Ah, story night.

Describe the best day of your life.

All right.

Wait, actually.

Before we start, I've got

something for everybody.

Where did you find that?

Woo-hoo.

Bless you, Jack.

Where'd you get that?

A desk on the second floor

that I've walked by

a thousand times.

Cheers!

To Jack...

To Jack...

Fantastic, I haven't had whiskey

since about six months

before the aliens.

Are you serious?

I'm sorry.

Harold, you know the rule.

Keep your theories to yourself.

Yeah, especially when they're crazy.

Jeffrey!

I'm sorry.

Ashley, it's your turn.

You've gotta describe the

best day of your life.

I want to hear from Jenny.

Okay.

Best day of my life...

Would have to be

when I was promoted

to VP of operations.

It was everything I'd worked for.

Harold.

Me? Oh, that's easy.

Best day of my life,

August 16th, 1975.

My wife had this early contraction

so I rushed her to the

hospital at 1:
23.

That afternoon, our

son was born, Samuel.

Mmmm.

Full head of dark hair, blue eyes.

Beautiful.

I always said to

him, "Sam, you know,

you were born on the

hottest day of the year."

It was.

It was 110 degrees.

I have a photograph.

You want to see him?

Yes, please.

That's him.

Oooh!

Beautiful, huh?

He's precious.

Jeffrey.

I'll go.

Best day of my life, the day

my father lost everything.

That's the best day of your life?

That's sad.

I was nothing without him.

He made sure I knew that.

I would never make it on my own.

So, when the stock market crashed,

and he lost his entire fortune,

the prick finally shut up

about me not being enough like him.

Best day of my life.

Cheers.

Ashley, why don't you go?

Ah, that's easy.

The day I left home.

Left my parents' house.

How could you do that?

Leave your parents like that,

and act like it was nothing?

It was nothing.

You shouldn't feel that

way about your parents.

Why do you give a sh*t, Meryl?

You know, you're an

ungrateful little b*tch.

Whoa, guys.

Oh really?

This is supposed to be fun.

Meryl..

They're back.

Watch out, guys.

Hey, been looking for you.

Here I am.

You OK?

I'm fine.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about that earlier.

It's been a while since

they were last here.

I was starting to get my hopes

up that this might all be over.

I think something's

wrong with Meryl.

That wasn't like her... At all.

Yeah, I'll keep an eye

on her, though you know,

she's probably just

tired or something.

OK. Good night.

Night.

Do you remember the night, Jack?

Jack...

Come find us, Jack.

Jack...

What're doin' poking

around in this room, Jack?

This is where they get in.

They get inside.

That's why it's off limits.

Strictly forbidden.

Your rules, Jack.

What would the others say?

What would they say

if they knew you,

you were putting them

in such grave danger?

What would they say?

Those bastards.

You can hear 'em on the

other side of the door.

They're smart.

When they come, they come in waves

and they search around

for weaknesses,

and when they don't

find any, they leave.

They always,

always come back.

Always.

And you know why?

'Cause they know.

They know that there are

still some of us here.

I just need a place to think.

I'm having trouble

piecing things together,

remembering things.

Important things.

You're not gonna find any

answers in this way.

Trust me.

Oh man, consider yourself lucky.

You have beautiful, good memories

that come before this place.

You have your wife.

Not all of us are lucky enough

to have something to hold onto.

Hey, Jack,

change.

It's coming.

Can you feel it?

I can feel it in my bones.

There's something...

Something...

Worse than those creatures,

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