The Bridge

There's bitter days ahead--

death and terror,

betrayal and tears--

and not all of you will live through 'em.

The Dark Man grows stronger all the time.

I know you feel it, too.

Soon he'll come

to destroy all who stand against him.

His kingdom's in the West,

and it is there you must go

and make your stand.

This is what God wants of you.

Team two moving to second location.

Do you copy?

Copy.

There's no shame, son.

No, sir. I was an EMT 26 years,

and I thought

I'd seen my share of death, but this...

Seven billion people dead.

You want to puke, son...

...you go right ahead.

I'm fine.

I just need a minute.

How come you're always taking movies?

World that's left's gonna need entertainment.

Once the power's back on,

I'm gonna open a drive-in up at the amphitheater,

put up a big screen, double features Friday night.

You ever seen Risky Business?

-No. -Oh, it's a great one.

They fuck on a train.

Let's roll.

We put away almost a thousand units today.

It was dirty fucking work.

As far as I'm concerned,

it's the most important job in the Zone.

But if you've had enough,

if you feel like you can't take another day,

you won't have to worry about avoiding me in the street.

But if you can't cut it,

it's damn important you tell me now

so I can bring somebody in to take your spot tomorrow.

Let's see some hands. Who's coming back?

Good. Let's get a drink.

Well, it's shaping up

to be a beautiful Fourth.

Our WFTJ Ogunquit AccuWeather forecast

is predicting clear skies for our nation's birthday

with highs in the mid-80s.

And our good friends at the Maine State Police

have asked us to remind you all that fireworks are not toys.

Be safe out there, Ogunquit.

Hey, Daddy.

Oh, hey.

-Caught me digging, huh, Fran? -Hmm.

I brought you some water.

-Thank you, darling. -How you feeling?

-A little better? -Yeah.

Yeah.

Kind of lost track of time out here.

So how did, uh,

Amy's shower go?

Oh, it was a disaster. Hardly anybody showed.

-They all have what you have. -Oh, yeah.

Can I talk to you about something?

Bless you.

Oh, sorry.

Daddy, you're burning up.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh...

maybe I'll have a nap, huh?

-That's a great idea. -Yeah.

-Come on. -Okay.

So, uh, you said you wanted to talk to me about something?

We can talk about it later.

Okay.

-All right. What time did you wake up?

Uh, about 6:00, I think?

How'd you feel then?

Got you, you peeping pervert!

Let me go! I didn't do anything!

We caught you in broad daylight, Lauder.

Wait. You know this dipshit?

This is that psycho school shooter kid

I was telling you about.

Already has his own manifesto, and read it in front

-of the whole class. -I'm a writer. It was fiction.

Then why'd they suspend you?

You're dead, you sick fuck!

Get the little prick!

Get after him!

Shit.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Fucking T-1000.

Aah!

Holy shit! Did you see that?

Is he fucking dead?

-Lauder, are you dead? -I mean,

-look at this sorry sack of shit. -Karma's a bitch.

We don't even have to kick your ass now.

I ever catch you back in this neighborhood,

I'm gonna shove your whole bike up your ass, you hear me?

-I said, do you fucking hear me? -I hear you!

Good.

Fucking better.

That's our mom, you twisted little troll.

You're gonna die a virgin, Lauder.

That's for sure, especially

after I post these on Instagram.

Bad news, Ogunquit.

The governor is now considering a ban

on all public gatherings following the CDC's announcement

that flu season's come early this year.

Well, I don't know about you folks,

but I'd never let fear of the sniffles keep me from...

Aw...

Hey, Mom.

How you feeling?

Oh, horrible.

Your father's on his way home.

He's not feeling well, either.

How do you feel?

-Fine. -Good.

You can clean up out there.

And don't make me remind you again about mowing the lawn.

Harold?

What the hell happened to you?

I fell off my bike.

You're such a fucking liar.

Some fucking bridal shower.

Shut the fuck up, Harold!

Tonight's show will be focused

on the news coming out-- ornot coming out--

of Arnette, Texas.

The CDC has quarantined the area.

Men in U.S. Army uniforms are refusing

to let anyone in, including credentialed media.

Cell phone service inside the perimeter

has been apparently jammed,

as has all phone and Internet service.

That's right, folks.

The good people of Arnette...

are completely cut off

from the rest of the world.

Just let that sink in.

Thank you, sir. I have got it from here.

Thank... You can go. Get a haircut, goddamn hippie.

Uh, Mr. Redman.

May I call you Stu?

Well, you kept me prisoner here for three days.

No lawyer, no phone calls.

I figure you can call me whatever you want.

Okay. I'm Jim. Jim Ellis.

Uh, my understanding is you've told the nursing staff

that you're done cooperating with our work here

until they bring in someone who can answer your questions.

Yeah, I think it's time someone tells me

what the fuck's going on.

Okay. What do you want to know?

Well, for starters, how come

you're not wearing one of those masks?

I'm, uh, too good-looking.

Sorry. Uh,

my psych profile says I use humor to cope with... stress.

No, the reason I'm not wearing a mask is

because it appears that you're not contagious.

How do you know that?

Um, turns out that

guinea pigs are at least as susceptible as we are.

They start showing symptoms

almost immediately. You guys have been

breathing the same air. It's been almost 70 hours,

and there's not one sniffle.

So it's a virus, what I got?

Actually, as far as we can tell, you haven't got anything at all.

As to what Mr. Campion had,

yeah, it's a virus, some kind of super flu.

People are calling it Captain Trips.

Campion was the guy in the car, right?

Come on, let's get some chips going so I can get some steak.

-Oh, you ready? -Yeah, I'm ready. -Let's go, boys. I'm in.

Hap needs a retirement fund.

Okay, flip the next card. I want to see what it is.

-Get 'em, Hap. -Okay.

Two. Four.

Turn off your pumps, Hap.

What?

Fuck, shit.

Boy must be drunker

than a fiddler's bitch.

He was military, huh?

Afraid that's classified.

So he wasmilitary.

You fucking guys.

You were in, yourself-- barely a year, it says here.

Medically retired following

a catastrophically ruptured

right knee meniscus, all tendons. Ouch.

People I came in here with-- you want to tell me about them?

That's not a subject that I'm at liberty to discuss.