DMZ

Get your fucking hands off me!

Fuck you!

Fucking bastards! Fuck you!

Fuck you, fucking pigs!

Get him!

Fuck you!

Fascist pigs!

Come back here!

- Hey, Janice. - Hey.

Do not get up.

Do you know where you are?

No.

You are in an intake facility.

You've been detained for unlawful entry into the U.S.

We are in Brooklyn here.

I'm gonna check your vitals now.

Is that all right?

Are you feeling ok?

Where'd they catch you?

Poughkeepsie crossing the Hudson.

Why'd you do it?

My grandma's in Boston.

She's turning 92 next week, and it's been touch and go.

I didn't know the river was the boundary.

I thought western New York was still U.S. territory.

Well, the country line used to be further west,

but it's been the Hudson for a few months now.

It's hard to know.

Feels like the border keeps changing day by day.

I'm separated from my family, too.

You know where they are?

There... I think.

Oh, shit. For real?

What happened?

You're young.

You may not have heard of evacuation day.

Of course I've heard of it.

We were so close to making it out.

Man, on P.A.: Proof of residence in the United States.

No exceptions.

Get back! Get back!

Man, on P.A.: This is a designated safe zone.

- Oh, my god! - Stay calm. Keep moving.

Hey! Back off, back off!

Eyes forward, love! This way!

Don't stop, don't stop! Keep moving, keep moving!

Man, on P.A.: No pets are allowed.

One bag per person.

Stay with me!

Come on. Keep moving.

Eyes forward, love.

Come on.

- Go, go! - Open up!

I have a baby!

- Sir, get back! - Come on!

You see that bus over there?

Ok. Follow me, ok? Follow me.

Come on. Please. Please. It's me and my son.

Christian!

Christian!

Christian!

Christian!

Christian!

Woman two, voice-over: I'm so sorry.

They'll see you over there.

Hey. We need to talk.

I'm hearing the ceasefire's shaky.

They've been saying the ceasefire's gonna

blow up for years.

Right, and if it does,

then the fighting will be over the dmz,

and we will be stuck in an active war zone.

But I've looked everywhere else

in both countries,

and Manhattan is the only place I haven't

been able to get into until you.

You don't know what you're in for.

I know that my son might be in there.

I'd rather be stuck in an active war zone

than be out here wishing I could look for him.

You're getting me in there tonight.

Head down and keep up.

Wait a second.

It's all right. They've been authorized.

All right. Behind the fence.

Woman 3: My guy back there was saying

they usually know their rotation 48 hours out,

but last night, they only got their posts for the day.

He's worried either we're being found out

or something bigger's going on,

so we only get 24 hours.

We're late getting back, we're dead on sight.

You miss the rendezvous, you're stuck here

at least until my next go.

When's that?

I go in about every 45 days.

Now my one rule...

You do not say a fucking word about this

to anyone inside, ok?

Do not mention my name.

Yeah.

You see that?

No soldier can get past that.

If even one of their bullets passes that line,

the ceasefire is fucked, and we're back

to full-out war.

What's your plan?

I'm gonna start with what I know,

an urgent care clinic I worked at

before all of this.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

You have no idea what you're walking into.

You're on your own.

Meet me right back here at 4 A.M.,

not one second later.

My advice... stay downtown.

There's nothing uptown but looters,

shut-ins, and lunatics.

It's people at their worst.

Stick to your cover story.

You were taking care of an elderly couple

in the financial district.

Good luck.

I know you're scared.

I used to be scared, too,

till I realized it ain't worth it anymore.

We can die a million ways each day,

so what's the point?

Found yourself a place yet?

It ain't fair, odi, but you got to grow up.

You got to have a plan.

You can't live alone uptown.

There's nothing left here for you.

You need community.

Be a man and ask the nurse. She's got a room.

Kid living up here with his stinky, old grandpa.

That ain't right.

Good luck.

- Everything good? - I'd say so, baby.

Thought you'd want to know everyone showed,

6 of the 8 major crews.

Hmm. Hey. Try this.

Ah, ah.

Mmm. That's good. Salty.

Salty? Get the fuck out of here, man.

That's Fleur de sel.

You know how much that bite would've cost you

before all this?

Yo. We need to talk about your platform,

election strategy, man,

get ahead of this before someone else does, huh?

Naw, look, bro.

I get into all that, it's just gonna spook them,

so for now... I'm gonna keep close.

It's your play.

- I know. - Heh heh heh!

Chingón.

Stay.

Got a scarf right here. You want it?

Agua. Water.

"People at their worst."

I'm gonna get you!

You want a game, lady?

You're gonna be all right. Be all right, ok?

- Can I help you? - Uh, yes.

I'm looking for whoever's in charge in here.

You found me. I... I need a utility cart outside.

- There's a gunshot wound. - On it.

What do you want?

Uh, I just would... like to go

through your patient logs.

- I'll stay out of your way. - Who are you?

My name is Alma Ortega.

I... I used to work here...

Behind you!

This is room 4, Rose.

So you're a doctor?

Can you suture a brachial artery?

I don't have time...

Help me. I'll give you my patient logs.

3, 2, 1!

Agh!

- Who's this? - A medic,

who can suture better than I can.

Go field someone from the bottleneck outside.

Josh, take this.

Um, name's Brandon. Forceps, needle, and thread

are on the table.

Ok.

East village militia do this?

My cousin angel.

Promised to cut my throat open.

- I'm fucking dead! - Shh.

Stay here as long as you need.

He'll come for me here!

No. You are safe here, I promise, ok?

You're going to be fine.

Now, Brandon, this isn't gonna hurt

any more than it already does.

You're good for it.