Sam and Doug

Open the door!

Come on, let me in! - It'll hear you!

Thank God you opened up.

It's out there.

It's okay. It's moving away.

If we stay quiet, we'll be safe.

I need to go back.

My baby, my husband!

I had to run, but they're still trapped in our house.

You can't go anywhere on that ankle.

No, we have to save them. It's only the next village.

- Please, come on! - Okay, we will. We'll save them.

But first, let me look at that ankle, yeah? Come on.

Sit yourself down. Take the weight off.

Sorry about the mess.

It's not normally like this,

but we weren't exactly expecting visitors.

Hey, look at that.

They say Rome wasn't built in a day,

but they were laying a brick an hour.

Me, I'm laying a brick a day trying to savor it.

It is so nice to see a face again.

I mean, this girl's lovely, aren't you, Bella?

Yes you are. She is lovely, aren't you?

She is lovely.

But it's not the same, is it?

She's finally down.

They are now calling it chicken flu,

and unlike the farm we are at today, which is fully organic,

the World Health Organization has tracked the outbreak

back to an overcrowded- Fucker.

The virus has a number of symptoms

ranging from mild illness to pneumonia,

to heightened senses, and to what some

have been describing as animalistic behavior.

Back to you at the studio.

That's depressing shit.

Sweetie? Hey.

My name's Douglas Henley, by the way,

but you can call me Doug.

And this little hell-raiser here is Bella.

Samantha.

Nice to meet you, Samantha.

Bella's a rescue dog. Got her from the RSPCA.

Her last owner used to do terrible things to her.

We don't like bullies, do we, Bella?

No, we don't. No, we do not.

Now if you just wanna put your leg up there,

I'll have a look at it.

It's okay. I know what I'm doing.

Come on, put it up.

Let's have a look.

No. Actually-

It's okay, I'm used to hairy legs and stubble now.

I tell you, this cream here will really help the pain.

I can do that.

Okay, okay.

You've been dead lucky, you know.

Looks like you've just twisted it.

If it was a more serious sprain

there'd be much more inflammation around there.

I wish Paul was here. He'd know for definite.

Bad news is, I think you're gonna have to rest it up

for at least a couple of days.

I can't stay here. I need to go back.

With your help, I can make it.

I'm not going anywhere. It's too dangerous.

I'm staying at home, waiting for Paul.

I fucking knew this would happen.

Whole world's going to shit.

How is she? - She's good.

Just trying to get her to sleep for another wee bit.

You've got other things to be dealing with.

I told you there isn't anyone out there.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Can't you fucking read? - I just needed some air.

You need to listen to me. That's for your own good.