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All right, put her down here.

Give us one of the blankets.

Come on. Oh, my God.

- Ruth?

- Ruth!

Ruth!

Ruth!

Come on, down you go.

Careful.

Radiation levels

are still dangerous.

Residents of Release Band A,

that is Woodspring and Wolvey Dale,

should not go from their shelters

for more than two hours per day.

Residents of Release Band B,

that is Neveredge and Broomhill,

no longer than one hour per day.

Mandy! Mandy!

Have you see our Mandy?

Mandy! Mandy!

Mum! Mum!

Mum! Mum! Mum!

Mum!

What time is it?

Half past two.

Night or day?

Night, I think.

I'm not sure. I'm losing track.

I'm not sure

whether it's night or day any more.

Hanging in the atmosphere,

the clouds of debris

shut out the sun's heat and light.

Across large areas

of the Northern Hemisphere

it starts to get dark,

it starts to get cold.

In the centers of large land masses

like America or Russia,

the temperature drop may be severe,

as much as 25 degrees centigrade.

Even in Britain, within days of the attack

it could fall to freezing or below

for long, dark periods.

Go back to your homes.

Allocation of foodstuffs

will begin shortly.

The distribution points

will be announced.

I repeat, go home.

There is nothing we can do for you.

We have no authority to distribute food.

- Who are you saving it for?

- This is a warning.

Any attempt to appropriate provisions

from these premises will be met by force.

I advise you to disperse

and go back to your homes.

Prepare to fire gas.

One round CS gas, straight at gates.

One round at that man.

The peacetime resources of

the health service, even if they survived,

would be unable to cope with the effects

of even the bomb that's hit Sheffield.

Rosie! Rosie!

Diane!

Listen...

He can't do anything. Please!

Please!

By this time,

without drugs, water or bandages,

without electricity

or medical support facilities,

there is virtually no way

a doctor can exercise his skill.

As a source of help or comfort,

he is little better equipped

than the nearest survivor.

Ma! Dad!

We've no choice,

as far as I see.

- Can't we get any food from outside?

- Where from?

We've told County.

Everybody's in the same boat.

We can't contact Rockley.

God knows what's happened there.

Probably been raided.

What do you think, Doctor?

We'll have to cut their rations.

I've worked it out.

and 500 for the rest.

That wouldn't keep a flea alive.

Should we be keeping anybody alive

if they can't work?

A lot of people are gonna die anyway.

Back to survival of the fittest, I suppose.

What is that in terms of food, then,

I don't know... A few slices of bread...

some soup...

a lamb chop...

a treacle tart...

a few pints of beer.

Bastards!

Look, you must have an empty factory

to put them.

No, you look. I've got thousands

of homeless people walking around.

I've got enough on with them

without worrying about criminals.

You'll have to find

somewhere to put 'em.

Well, I don't know.

Look, shoot the buggers. I don't care.

Can we get a water tank

to Broomhill? The standpipe's run dry.

Oh, Christ, Steve. This should have been

sorted out days ago.

Can we not tell them

to make their way to the rest centers?

No, there'll be no point.

They'll be overrun anyway.

What about tents?

Got any tents we could use?

Tents?! How the hell should I know?

If you want to know about tents,

go and phone the Boy Scouts.

Piss off, will you?

You're not the only one under pressure.

- I bloody know!

- You sort it!

And what the hell are you doing

about digging us out?

Bloody hell, what a stink.

Let's get out of here. I'm gonna puke.

Halt or I'll fire.

Number three,

a round for that man over there.

- Number one, go and search the house.

- Up against the wall.

- We weren't doing anything.

- You were looting.

- We were searching empty houses.

- Quiet! Shut up!

- What choice have we got?

- We were hungry.

Two bodies in the cellar.

A man and a woman.

Not been dead long.

The man's head's battered in.

It weren't us, it were him.

- Out.

- We ain't done nothing.

Number two, pick up the stolen goods.

- We were only after a bit of food.

- Check the house and search the body.

- Bag of crisps.

- What flavor?

- Prawn cocktail.

- They f***ing would be. I hate them.

Come on.

All able-bodied citizens,

men, women and children,

should report for reconstruction duties

commencing 0800 hours tomorrow.

The inhabitants of Release Band F,

that is Dore and Totley,

Abbeydale and Woodseats,

should rendezvous in Abbeydale Park.

Release Band B, that is...

Money has had no meaning

since the attack.

The only viable currency is food,

given as reward for work

or withheld as punishment.

In the grim economics of the aftermath,

there are two harsh realities.

A survivor who can work

gets more food than one who can't

and the more who die,

the more food is left for the rest.

I could murder a fag now.

I used to love a fag after a meal.

Have you got owt to swap?

I've got some Scotch.

Ohh. Bloody hell.

Detention camps

are improvised for looters.

Their numbers are growing.

- Let me out!

- Bastard!

Let him out!

F***ing full of yourself

like a traffic warden!

Let us out!

Come on. Watch yourself here. Right.

Get that light down here.

Watch the girder. Come on.

Over here. Another one here.

- Another one over there.

- How many altogether?

About four, five, six.

A growing exodus from cities

in search of food.

It's July.

The countryside is cold

and full of unknown radiation hazards.

By now, five to six weeks after the attack,

deaths from the effects of fall-out

are approaching their peak.

Return to your homes.

Return to your homes.

Return to your homes.

Turn back. Turn back.

Right, down there.

Come on.

- George Langley?

- What do you want?

- You have four temporary residents.

- I'm having no strangers here.

- You've no choice. It's law.

- I don't care what it is.

This is my house

and I'm having no strangers in it.

- You've got four spare rooms...

- Aye, and they're stopping spare.

They can't just walk

into people's houses. It's not right.

We're not here to argue the matter.

- You four...

- It's bloody dangerous.

They might bring

all sorts of diseases with them.

- In you go.

- They might be contaminated.

Well, look at him. Look at him.

- Look at him.

- Go on. In you go.

Right, No.19.

Get out, will you?

The whole lot of you.

- Go on!

- You've no right!

Get out, the whole lot of you!

Where are we supposed to go?

This is a final warning. Residents

and non-residents must register...

Ruth?

It is Ruth, isn't it?

I'm Bob. Jimmy's mate.

We met once or twice. Remember?

You came to our last Christmas do

at work.

Where is he?

Is he wi' you?

Have you seen him?

Is it safe to eat?

I don't know.

How can you tell?

It's got a thick coat.

That should have protected it.

You breathe it in, though, don't you?

It should be all right.

Sheep don't die of cold.

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