Black Mirror

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Okay, my people! Rise and shine. Get up, Stripe.

Hey. You awake yet?

- Sure as shit ain't dreaming no more. - Company!

Something went down last night in Her Falls,

a village about three miles east.

We've got reports of a food store broken into, shit stolen.

Locals think it's roaches.

Roaches!

We head out in five minutes. Let's go!

Hey, so, it looks like you're getting your first real-live roach hunt, huh?

Hey, new!

New!

It's Stripe.

Here's a little tip just in case you get your first toe-to-toe

- with one of them roaches today. - Uh-huh?

When you see one right here,

try not to shit your pants. It's only gonna piss them off.

- I'll try. - Try to ignore Len.

His aim's so bad, he's the only guy on Earth

who could shit his own pants and miss.

- Fuck you, farm girl. - Farm girl?

Yeah. Hunting's in my blood.

Some of us are naturals.

Moving out!

Whoo! Yeah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay.

You can speak now.

- It must have been roaches. - Roaches, you see them? You see?

I didn't see them.

I heard them. All the mess. It must have been them.

Want a cookie?

- Here you go. - They've been in the food.

We'll have to destroy everything they left.

No one will eat it.

We can replace that, okay?

They destroyed the cooler. Broke it and took the parts.

The cooler? They stole parts from the cooler?

Which way did they go?

There were footprints in the dirt leading that way.

Parn Heidekker.

Parn Heidekker.

Heidekker? Is that a name?

Stop them coming. Please, you must stop.

Okay.

I have child who is scared.

I will. I promise.

Stripe!

Okay. Our friend here thinks that the roaches

went in the direction of Parn Heidekker's place.

Local oddball, seems to be some kind of religious freak.

Anderson, Hague, I want you to stay here and help them torch the food,

keep them calm and reassured.

The rest of you, we're gonna drop in on Heidekker.

Ask some questions, sniff around the place.

If there's roaches, we show we're ready for them. Let's go.

So Mr. Heidekker is not exactly what you call a socialite or a mingler.

Seems like mental health issues.

He's got some interesting views on roaches, by all accounts.

I'm putting his info in your Mass system now.

Been complaints lodged against him going months back.

Locals claim that he let roaches cross his land, left food out for them.

Could be just shit talk from the local villagers though so...

Yo, how many roaches we got left out here?

A couple of thousand? A couple of hundred, if that?

I mean, back home we had millions, man.

It only took two years to get shit back on track.

Out here you got rustic fucks throwing them scraps.

No wonder it's taken so long to mop shit up.

But how can anyone be dumb enough to help a fucking roach?

Hell, yeah.

Portals front and rear.

Windows blacked out.

Chimney smoke. Someone's home.

Lennard, you use the boomer.

Okay, Mass check. Everyone got the layout?

- Check. - Check.

Check.

Aikin, Valcon, Coach, you check the outbuildings here.

Take them one at a time and slow.

Stripe, Raiman, you come with me and Lennard.

We go in here.

Len and I will talk to Heidekker, you check the rest of the house.

Okay.

Optimal outcome, no shots fired.

Except on a roach.

Except on a roach.

Morning, sir.

There's no need for this. I speak your language.

Okay.

- What is it you want? - Just to talk.

That's what we're doing.

Be a little more neighbourly if we did it inside.

Check the upstairs rooms.

Relax. I'm not your enemy.

Where are they?

Where are who?

You know, we got a whole bunch

of frightened, angry people in that village.

Roaches have been breaking into the food stores, stealing supplies.

You know anything about that?

No.

See, it's not just what they stole.

All that food left is gonna be destroyed.

- No one's gonna eat it. - Stripe.

Makes life harder for everyone.

Cross on the wall there. You got principles.

Think all life is sacred. And I get it.

I agree. All life is sacred so...

you even got to protect the roaches. Right?

It's not their fault they're like that. They didn't ask for this.

I get it. We get it.

Mm-hmm.

There's shit in their blood that made them that way.

The sickness they're carrying.

That doesn't care about the sanctity of life

or the pain about who else is gonna suffer.

We don't stop the roaches, in five, ten, 20 years from now,

you're still gonna get kids born that way, and then they're gonna breed.

Bingo.

And so it goes on. That cycle of pain.

That sickness, and it could have been avoided.

Fucking roach nest.

You check in there. I'll take the stairs.

Every roach you save today,

you condemn God knows how many people to despair and misery tomorrow.

You can't still see them as human.

Understandable sentiment, granted, but it's misguided.

We gotta take them out if humankind is gonna carry on in this world.

That's just the hard truth.

Gotta make sacrifices.

What the fuck?

Help me out here!

Fuck!

Rai!

We gotta listen to Mr. Sunday School all the way back to base?

You can cover your ears.

Yeah, or, uh.... I'll just hit permanent mute.

Lower your weapon.

Roach lover counts as a kill too, right?

He's a civ, right?

You shoot a civ, that's gonna stay with you the rest of your life.

Yo, Stripe, why don't you, uh... pull the stick out of your ass?

Because I'm fucking with him, not you.

I guess I had you both going, right?

All right!

Let's torch the place.

Hey, you okay, man?

Yeah.

- I heard you popped one in there. - Two.

Wait, two?

- I got another one, with my knife. - With your knife? Holy shit!

- Pretty good, right? - Yeah, you fucking Terminator.

Damn! First time out, he gets two.

You lucky motherfucker, man.

Sweet dreams for this asshole.

Gonna get a treat tonight.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo!

I love you.

Whoa! Miss Sharp Shooter.

Patronising fuck!

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Ruthless! You're the Grim Reaper.

Yeah, well, no roach gets away next time.

Are you still sweating that?

Well, I grew up tracking deer. You never give up.

I don't like it when they get away.

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Nice.

Yeah, if that fucker made it to the forest,

probably made it to the border, gone for good.

Yeah. It's all right for you.

You popped two of 'em.

It's been a while for me.

You know, the gal is getting twitchy.

Come on, Rai.

You sleep good?

Yeah, I slept OK.

What, that's all you're gonna give me?

Okay? You know, if I got two in one go,

I would want to come for like an hour!

All right, shut up.

All right.

Ah! That's the way.

Hey, you okay, man?

Yeah, think I'm tired is all.

Uh-huh? All right, so you did have a good night.

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Strong and pure.

Strong and pure.

- Hey, Stripe, you okay? - Yeah.

I mean, I... don't know.

I feel a little off.

I mean, I ain't sick or nothing. It's just, uh...