Paradise

If I told you to design me an underground city,

a city for 25,000 people, what would you say?

I'd tell you it's impossible.

There's no amount of money that would allow you

to excavate a space so large.

Build me my city!

You got the real stuff, Sam.

My old man's still crushing me with blows like,

"You're a joke, you're Peter Lawford. You're only in the band

- because of who you're related to." - Jesus!

You need to do what we discussed.

Take them out. That's an order.

People need to know that there are survivors,

that their people could be alive up there, and I'm gonna tell them the truth.

No, you're not.

If I wanted to make a mixtape, is that possible?

Straight ahead and up the stairs.

I've been listening to her and I've been watching,

and I'm gonna take her down.

People are alive, and I believe your wife is one of them.

My name is Teri Rogers-Collins.

I'm here with other survivors.

You might want to check on your daughter.

Jane! Oh, my God!

All I can think to do is hide from all of this.

- Would you come with me? - I got you.

Okay.

You will release my people and you will find out who murdered the president

if you ever wanna see your daughter or your wife again.

The DNA from Cal's murder didn't match anyone in the bunker.

It appears our killer came from the outside.

Build me my city!

Alright, boys, that's half-hour.

Half of an hour, 30 minutes, not 31, not 32, because...

- Every minute counts. - That's right.

- Hey, boss. - Yeah.

I decided what I'm gonna do with the money from this gig.

Oh, well, I'm guessing municipal bonds?

Nah.

Gonna get me a pretty little thing with a fat ass.

That's an equally sound investment.

Hey, Wakanda, what you gonna do with the money?

I'm going to send it back home to my mother.

Oh, my God.

Now, I feel guilty for wanting to spend it all on some ass.

Come on, let's go.

That looks and smells so much better

than whatever the hell this is.

- Here. - Oh, you don't have to.

Eat.

I tried my best to make it as my mother does, but, you know.

The spices.

They wouldn't let me bring the spices.

Eat.

I just grab one?

Wait, like this.

Oh, my God.

Are you kidding me? This is incredible, Adam.

- Abdourahman. - Abdour-ah-mom.

Adam is fine.

But thank you for trying.

Yeah.

Dip.

No way.

Where did you find this?

I tried four West African food shops.

Hey!

I am floating.

- Santé. - Cheers.

To anywhere other than here.

Hey, man, you okay?

What is this?

It's arsenopyrite residue.

- It's an iron arsenic sulfide. - I know. I know what it is.

Shit.

We gotta shut this all down. We should be able to get everybody...

Will this compromise the integrity of the site?

I mean, as you know, the sulfide is only toxic during early excavation.

So, if you're asking if the site will eventually be safe, it will.

But the people working it will not.

They'll get sick, and then sicker.

Mm, I get it, I know, okay.

Look, we'll, uh, just send the guys back to housing

for the time being, okay? Give everyone the night off.

It'll be fine, I'll take care of it.

- Yeah. - Right?

Yeah, okay.

I'm the project manager.

- It's not working. - I can't let you in, sir.

I need to take your badge.

- What... what is going on? - I'm sorry, this... it wasn't my call.

Why are my guys back in the hole?

They will wear masks and we'll work around it.

I promise, I'll do everything I can to keep them safe.

The excavation continues, it... it has to continue.

We both know this isn't a recycling facility.

What are we really building here?

Shut up.

Listen, you don't wanna mess with these people.

They have intelligence something is coming.

Something catastrophic.

Please, just forget about this job and forget about these men.

There's nothing you can do.

- Anders, wait. - There's nothing any of us can do.

W... Wait!

Adam, I need you to pick up.

Just... You're not listening to me about what's coming.

Adam, it's me again.

I know you think I'm crazy, but please, just call me back.

You're not listening to me.

Nobody is listening to me.

Well they... They will soon.

You will all listen soon.

The world deserves to know!

Everyone deserves to know!

I'm looking for my husband, Xavier Collins.

My children, Presley and James.

They were headed to a complex in Colorado.

Once again, my name

is Teri Rogers-Collins.

I'm here with other survivors.

You might want to check on your daughter.

It's over. Let 'em go.

- What the hell are you talking about? - Sinatra didn't kill POTUS.

The DNA came back from the crime scene, and it doesn't match anyone down here,

which means there was DNA on the president

that belongs to someone who either snuck in here

or was here before we showed up.

I need to find out who that is, and I need to find 'em fast,

and I need you to tell everyone

to stand down. Give me your gun.

Like hell, I'm gonna give you my fucking gun.

I need to go back to the crime scene. Something got missed.

Collins, Collins, listen. We did our jobs.

No, Robinson, you fucking missed something.

Look, if the DNA doesn't match anybody down here,

we need to be looking at arrival day.

Sure, do whatever you want.

What the fuck does she have on you?

My daughter.

My fellow citizens,

obviously, we experienced some unusual occurrences today.

We want to assure you that everyone is safe

and order has been restored.

You are in no danger, but law enforcement

does need the space to do their jobs.

Any confidential info on the tablet, any remote server access, I want it gone.

- All of it? - All of it.

She said, "I need you to keep her out there

"until I can speak to the others.

"They found someone, a survivor,

and they know there are more."

And yet, while things are now under control,

today's events have made it clear to us that President Cal Bradford

may have died as a result of foul play.

Okay, I-I-I, I think you should slow down.

You need a break.

Samantha. Samantha, come here.

Something has come undone here.

Sam.

You are coming undone. Let me help you.

I don't think you should waste any more time on me, Gabriela.

I'm not who you think I am.

I've done terrible things.

I've done unspeakable, terrible things.

Okay, well, there's nothing that we can't...

You're excused, Dr. Torabi.

For the time being, we are asking that everyone remain indoors.

Rest assured, justice will be served.

Everything will be back to normal soon.

Billy and I used to sit around,

eat like shit all day until our stomachs hurt.

Sorry, I'm such a buzzkill.

No, don't... don't be sorry.

Um, I should... I should give you some space.

No, no, stay.

Please. Just a little longer.

Okay.

Excuse me. Sorry.

This is Jane.

I know you're close with Xavier Collins,

but I need to know you'll do what needs to be done.

- What do you need me to do to him? - No, I'll handle Collins.

But I am wrestling with what to do about the girl.

She knows too much.

She could point to you, and that could point to me.

I'm sure I'm just being paranoid, but I...

- I'll handle it. - No, no.

What I'm saying is I just wanna make sure

- that we keep the lid on... - Got it.

I do have a question for you, though.

As you know, the president had a bunch of video games I enjoyed,

particularly the Wii.

And I was wondering, well,

if that Wii could be available.

You know? For me?

- I'm sorry? - If I take care of all this stuff.

Are you fucking insane?

Just don't do anything to the girl.

I think we should end the conversation here.