Father of Nations

It's cold.

Do you want me to warm it up?

No. Can't afford it.

Jacob: "The goral looked almost as if"

it was going to respond to her greeting,

when all of a sudden with the flick of its tail

it bolted back into the forest.

"And immediately Andrea followed."

Jacob?

I'm here, baby.

- Dreaming? - Yeah.

Talk to me.

Jacob: It was of my sister.

- Soleil? - Yeah.

She was trapped inside a cage

like livestock, emaciated.

I can't stop thinking about the last time we saw her

during the evacuation.

She was separated from us in the crowd

and ushered onto the bus.

And I shouted to her that we would catch the next.

That we would meet her there.

Who knows...

Who knows how long she waited,

or what she went through in her last days?

There were things beyond our control.

I know.

We were so young.

And now we've lived half our lives in this new world.

How strange is it that we get to bear witness to the end of all things?

Sera: Not all things.

Jacob: Sera, this place has no future.

Sera: When you talk to God, what does He say?

I pray for reason, but I do not see it.

Do not know it.

And what if you never do?

We don't know that this is the end.

You still have me.

Do I still have you?

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

Shh. ( Moaning )

Shh. Shh. ( Continues moaning )

Shh. It's okay. ( Screaming )

Almost there.

Almost there. Come on. ( Screaming )

There you go. Lie down.

Shh. Shh.

It's been 387 days since we left the cellar in New Anchorage

since we lost our child.

What are we looking for?

Life? People?

We trudge along, every day harder than the last.

With the gray cast above us, it's been days since we've even seen the sun.

Walking into a cold, dying, empty world

at least the snow covers the smell of the burnt land beneath it.

Our only drive, our only hope,

a vague directive given me by a voice beyond the grave.

"The sun rises in the east."

How whimsical it seems now.

I miss you.

I miss the sparkle in your eye, your smile.

- Sometimes I imagine you're happy... - ( muted chatter )

And that there is still joy to be found.

Happy Fourth of July.

- "The lighthouse came into view." - I read to her.

Same book every day, week after week,

month after month, year after year.

I could recite it by heart, but I like to read it.

So much remains only within our memories.

You have hold onto that which is right in front of you.

Be with me like you once were.

You still have me.

Do I still have you?

"He turned and faced the ocean,

his back to the lighthouse.

He leaned against it, feeling its immovable strength,

and wondered about all it had seen over the past three centuries.

How many lives had it saved

and how many storms had it withstood?

How many people had done exactly

what Cody was doing right now?

He was struck by the profound perpetuity of time

"and the fleeting frailty of life."

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, wake up. Sera.

Sera.

Hey. Sera.

- Wake up. - On the day Sera died,

it had been 433 days

since we'd last seen another living person.

Wake up.

And it was on that day that I stopped counting.

Sera.

I think it was July.

We had taken shelter in an abandoned barn to escape the blizzard.

Out of the wind.

I don't know if it was the elements

or some sickness she silently carried...

- Here. - But she went quietly in the night.

Some moments you relive,

second-guessing yourself.

Was I right?

- Sera: How dare you? - Jacob: Was she right?

I thought that sharing my vision with her would give her hope.

- Jacob: Sera, I, uh... - Sera: Uh-uh.

Jacob: But it wasn't like that.

Jacob: Sera, I'm just trying to tell you what I experienced.

Jacob: She never saw what I saw.

Sera: And how do you think it makes me feel

hearing you say these things?

And why God chose to withhold that from her,

I can never know.

Why do you get to hold him

while I carry his lifeless body inside my womb?

Am I not good enough?

Didn't pray enough?

Do you realize what was lost?

It's only a matter of time before we all fade into history,

and you talk about it like it's a blessing.

Don't twist my words.

That's not what I meant, and you know it.

Look, I don't wanna be here either.

I'd rather be there with our son.

But we're not.

We're still here,

and clearly for some reason.

Look, I didn't choose for this to happen.

We have to keep fighting.

There could be other people out there.

We can't lose the will to live.

We could be here for a purpose greater than both you and I.

So we just have to keep moving.

We have to go east.

You see only what you wanna see.

Sera: I'm so cold, baby.

I just wanna go home.

Jacob: We'll find a home, all right?

We'll find one.

Come on!

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Oh, come on.

Aah! Fuck you!

Fuck!

Do you think this is funny?

( grunts )

Jacob: "Behind him, the fragility of his mother's life",

and consequently his own way of living

seemed precariously uncertain by comparison.

And he felt insignificant and humbled.

He began to understand the magic of this place,

and somewhere deep inside him

he felt he belonged here.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be embraced

by the salty wind blowing through his hair and around his body.

As if welcoming him and inviting him to stay.

"To belong."

I thought I was the last person on Earth,

and there was no reason for me to suspect otherwise.

Jacob!

Please come back to me.

Jacob: For so long, my prayers went unanswered as far as I could tell,

and this would've been proof enough for many that there was no God.

But to me, he was as real as the barren land I tread

and he gave just as much.

Take me home.

Take me home.

Take me home.

How dare you?

You see only what you wanna see...

Come on.

Come on.

( gunshot echoes )

Man: Hey.

Are you there?

Hello?

Hey.

Hello?

Where is this? What is this place?

- Hey. - Keep it down. I'm trying to sleep.

Jacob: What, uh...

Hey. Hey.

Who are you?

- Wait here. - Where... what?