The Rain

Where are we going? It's gonna rain any time now.

I don't know.

Why not? You've had a map in your head for two weeks,

and now there's a techno map.

Where's the fucking bunker?

Patrick, this place isn't on the map.

So your memory's gonna get us killed?

See for yourself. It doesn't work!

Let her think.

You're defending her now? Great, Martin.

- Shut up, Patrick, you idiot. - What?

- Do you want a slap in the face? - Patrick, calm down! Take it easy!

- Let's go up here. - Yes, go up there.

Don't do that.

Take your time.

This place isn't even on the map.

Patrick? Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I miss him too, Patrick.

- What are you talking about? - Jean.

I don't want to talk about Jean right now, okay?

I miss him too.

I miss him like crazy.

Look, he was a fucking pain.

Yes, he was a fucking pain.

It's okay.

He's right here, you know?

Yeah.

He's right here.

Thanks.

Should we...

move on?

What's that?

What is this place?

It looks creepy. I'm not going in there.

So you'd rather die in the rain?

We don't know who lives there.

Why isn't it on the map? It could be the Strangers.

- Then we'll kill them. - Do you know how many they are?

It's that or the rain. It's gonna pour down in a second.

I really don't like this.

Do you want to come in?

Stay there. Stay.

Put that down. I won't harm you.

You're welcome inside, but no weapons.

- I'm not handing over my weapon. - Martin.

We are peaceful people.

How can I be sure?

You can't, but you can choose to believe me.

Don't give them your gun, Martin.

But you have to hand over your weapons or we won't let you in.

- Martin... - Martin, come on.

- Martin. - Come on.

It's going to start raining. We need to get inside.

Come on. Come on in.

Come on in.

What is this place?

All you need to know is that once you enter...

you're part of us.

Nothing outside can touch you.

Whatever you used to be,

all your problems and worries... are gone.

There is no past here, only you, right now.

Rasmus?

Is he infected?

Rasmus. No, he had an accident.

You need to sleep. You're tired. Come with me.

She locked the door. We're locked in.

Why the hell did we come in here?

You should have kept the gun.

We're moving on as soon as the rain stops.

Kind of hard when we're locked up.

You think this is fucking funny?

No.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- How is he doing? Is he alive? - Sure he is.

Rasmus.

- How are you? - Breakfast is ready.

You've got food?

Yes, of course there's food.

Are we going to eat?

It's so beautiful.

And peaceful.

- Hi. - Hi.

Oh, lovely.

Very good.

Look.

Come.

Go on down.

You must wash away the outside world.

There you go. Isn't it nice here?

Now I want you to take off your clothes so that we can wash them.

When you've showered, there's a set of clothes

for each of you in the stalls.

You're not asking us to get wet, are you?

Well, how else would you shower?

Don't worry.

We have our own well, and we clean the water.

Nothing here is dangerous.

- Like the tomatoes? - Precisely.

Just like the tomatoes.

Okay.

You don't believe me?

I see you're still skeptical.

Wait and see, then. Look at this.

Lea, come here.

No, it's okay. It's okay.

Not everything can be explained.

But I see that you want to believe.

You're safe to do that here.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, we're getting out of here. Put your shoes on.

We're in no hurry, Martin.

Lea... put on your shoes.

I know you're only trying to protect us,

but maybe we should stay here a bit.

- It's not dangerous. - Maybe not.

Isn't it odd to come to a strange place and be offered tomatoes and showers?

Sure it is.

So put on your shoes.

No.

Martin...

Come on.

Okay, do whatever the hell you want.

That's your call, Martin.

Okay. Let's do it?

Shall we do it?

Okay.

- Do we do a countdown? - Let's do that.

- Okay, yes. - Five!

- Four! - No, wait!

So... you sure took it all in, didn't you?

Hello?

- Took what in? - What?

Beatrice.

I saw you.

It's sweet.

And she doesn't seem to mind.

But she's with Martin.

You didn't know?

How do you mean?

- You know, "with." - "With"?

- Hey, that's okay. - Sure, I just thought you...

What?

- You thought that I what? - Nothing.

- Look, just put on your shirt. - Yes.

- Let me see that. - Ouch, damn it.

It's infected. We need a doctor. It needs to be cleaned.

You're not eating their food, are you?

Yes, we are, Martin.

- Who are you? - Martin.

What is this place? How can you have vegetables and bread?

Shut the fuck up. They're just trying to be here.

I found children's shoes. See any children here?

- They must have grown up or... - Or what?

What do you mean? They're right outside, playing.

You're interrupting their meal.

And we don't wear our old clothes here.

What's the deal with these hippie duds?

Are you some sort of cult?

I understand your doubts, your questions...

your distrust towards others.

I, too, have had that nagging doubt.

Who can I believe? Can I trust anyone out there?

But we've done away with those doubts here.

Just like that?

How did you do that?

By melting into one.

It all boils down to: what do I fear if I don't exist?

We are one, and we are now.

That's all that matters.

- Is it good? - It's delicious.

Good. Dig in.

We have no past, no name, no gender.

It's the end of the world, but we're right here,

right now, and that's all that matters.

Do you even hear what you're saying?

That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.

Calm down, Martin.

They're trying to help us.

I apologize for Martin, our friend.

He means well.

Some people react with fright at all the love here.

We're not so used to it.

Love.

You can stay if you want to.

Settle down and become one of us.

I think we have to move on.

Our monthly celebration is tomorrow.

What's that?

Once a month, we share a nice meal...

in silence and gratitude.

You mustn't miss it.

You remind me of my daughter.

I do?

Yes.

I thought we agreed you weren't going to the party.

I changed my mind, Mom.

I think you should stay home.

It's for your own sake.