Vanishing On 7th Street
Watch out!
You... Um...
Your light.
What? Oh! I'm such a moron!
How's the flick?
Ah, you know,
Adam Sandler gets in a mess.
Wife gets pissed. Rinse and repeat.
Predictable. Formulaic.
- Fart jokes. You wouldn't
like it. - Hmm.
How would you know
what I like?
I wouldn't know.
Well, maybe you should
find out sometime.
Oh, sh*t! What the...
Hey, Hal! Hey...
What the hell?
Hal?
What the...
What the hell's going on?
Kim?
Hey! Hey!
Hey, you!
Everyone's gone.
They're all gone.
Got anyone in the theaters?
No, man.
I haven't seen a soul.
Jeez!
Same down in the food court.
You know what happened?
We're on backup power.
Heading down to maintenance
to find out more.
We're being Punk'd, right?
Oh, yeah. Allen Funt
is gonna pop out any minute.
- Who?
- Forget it.
The hell is that?
What did you see?
Wait here.
Who's there?
You see something?
Huh?
Anybody here?
Hello?
Anyone here?
Where is everyone?
Anybody here?
Hey! Hello?
Help me.
Someone help me.
No!
Manny. Manny.
My baby. Manny!
Paige?
I waited for you.
You here?
Paige?
Son of a...
What the hell
is going on here?
Twenty-three goddamn flights.
Piece of junk.
Yo, Jesus,
what's up with the...
This is yesterday's.
Paige?
Paige?
Paige?
Anyone?
Where are you?
Damn it!
Hello?
Somebody there?
Sh*t!
Hey!
Open the door!
Open up the f***ing door,
man!
Hey, man, I need...
I need a light.
They're all spent.
Give me one of your lights, man.
Open the door.
Give me one of your lights.
Please.
God damn!
Don't move.
Put the gun on the floor.
It's a flashlight.
Just put it on the floor.
You mean this gun?
Put or drop?
Put the f***ing gun
on the ground!
Come on, the light, too.
You want me
to turn it off?
The light, too!
Now!
All right.
Okay. What now?
Why don't you just lower
that barrel a little,
we'll talk this sh*t out,
huh?
Can I at least have
my drink?
Is that permitted?
Hey! God damn it!
Go on! Shoot me! Do it!
Shoot me!
You're afraid to.
- No, I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.
You shoot me,
there's nobody left. Right?
Right.
What's your name?
What's your name?
James.
James. Like Jesse James.
Gun and all.
I'm Luke.
I've seen your face.
Oh, yeah?
TV.
That's right.
News 7.
I'm the new field reporter.
You're always yelling at people
with the microphone.
Look, James.
Here's the truth.
I'm just happy to see
another face.
You know what I mean?
Why don't you put the gun down
and we'll have ourselves a drink.
Come on, I'm buying.
It'll be my pleasure.
Where'd you find this?
It's my mom's.
- Your mom owns this place?
- Nah. Bartender.
She around?
Up the street.
Went to check the light
in the church.
- Light?
- Yeah.
A guy came by saying
he saw a light in that church.
A guy?
How long ago?
He's gone now.
You got a nice generator
down there.
How much gas
you got left?
I don't know.
My mom told me to keep feeding
it every few hours, though.
You a strong kid, Jesse James?
Strong enough.
Good. Drink up.
You're gonna need it.
Why?
Here. Batteries work.
You're gonna help us
get us both out of here.
I'm not going nowhere.
I've got to wait for my mom.
She just went up the street
to the church.
She told me
to stay right here.
We need to get out of this city.
You understand?
I'm not going nowhere.
We're moving out
when she comes back
with some people.
What people?
There are no people.
Don't matter.
She told me she'd be back.
Have you taken a look
outside lately, James?
It's, like,
And it's f***ing pitch black!
I've been out there
for the last three days.
And every day
the sun comes up later
and goes down sooner.
Every day, less daylight.
More people are just gone!
You understand what I'm saying?
I don't think
your mom's coming back.
- Yes, she is!
- No, she's not.
Now, I don't know
what in Christ is going on here,
but I'm not hanging around
in this dump to find out.
You wanna just wait
till the gas is up in that genny,
knock yourself out.
I'm out of here.
Fair exchange.
Good luck.
I'm serious, all right?
I'm going.
- I'm gone.
- Then go, motherf***er, go!
Where is he?
Manny, baby, it's Mama.
Manny!
What'd he do with my Manny?
Come on.
Hey, lady.
- Please, you've seen my Manny?
- I don't know. I don't know.
- My baby.
- I don't know, I don't know.
Randy, where you at?
Hey, lady, there's nobody else
here, all right?
Randy! Randy!
He took my baby.
I know he took my baby.
Look, I'm real sorry for your...
- Get away from my baby!
- Whoa, whoa! Hey!
- Where's my baby?
- Don't you point that gun at me!
- Where's my baby?
- God damn it!
Help me. Help me.
So, how'd you get this far
without a light?
You didn't have one
when you came in here.
How old are you?
Twelve-and-a-half.
Manny's nine months today.
That's your boy?
Yeah.
I'm James.
That's Luke.
Rosemary.
You a doctor?
Dr. Williamson,
please report to the ER.
Dr. Williamson,
please report to the ER.
Gloria?
Manny? Manny!
Please... God...
You a doctor?
Physical therapist.
Manny's dad comes here to drink,
so I thought that...
I thought that he took
our baby here.
I...
It's okay.
You're okay.
I do have light.
I got a lot of lights.
The batteries kept dying
in my flashlight.
These last.
Why does the power work here?
Backup generator.
Won't last, though.
You're the first people
I've seen in two days.
- Why?
- Why what?
Why us?
Why are we the ones
left behind?
Just stay close to the light.
Just stay in the light, all right?
Help! Help!
Help!
Someone help me!
Sounds like he's hurt.
Bad luck for him.
What?
We can't just leave him.
Someone help me, please!
Go get him, then.
- I'll go.
- No. No.
- You stay here. I'll go.
- Give it to me. Move.
Lock the door.
Then open it
when you hear me coming.
Fast!
Come on, let's get inside.
- Help me!
- Shh.
Help me! Help me!
All right.
- Come on. You're coming
with me. - No! No!
- It's all right, it's okay.
- No! No!
Come on.
- They're here. They're here.
- No, it's just me.
They're here.
Sh*t!
Come on! Not now.
They're here.
They're out there.
They're here.
Here.
All right, come on.
One more time.
Mama.
What are you doing?
I got to find my ma.
I got to go.
She's waiting for me!
We have to stay in the light.
I'm sorry.
He ain't coming back, is he?
We're almost there.
No!
Come on!
Hey!
Hey! Open the door!
Open the door!
Come on! The lights!
Hurry up!
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
What, am I in heaven?
Better.
A bar.
- No, lie still. Just...
- I gotta go.
What's your name?
Can you tell me your name?
My name is Paul. Paul.
- Paul, that's my name.
- Good.
You have a concussion.
So we need to keep talking.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Right.
That light.
How'd you get there?
I...
I was working
at the Fairlane Center.
And the whole mall went dark.
I mean, all the people
were all gone.
So, I was...
I was on my way out of there,
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