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Come on, man, it's New Year's Eve.
Aren't cops allowed to have a good time too, Maurice?
Wouldn't it be easier to just get the operation?
Enjoy the fireworks, mate.
I gotta account for those, you know.
Gonna make me come up short.
Again.
Give me home office.
Respectability. Punctuality.
- Punctuality, okay. - Punctuality.
Give me being on time.
Uh, yeah, is the...
That's the one, yeah.
What do you do again, for a living?
- Photo... - Photographer, yeah.
It's Mathis. Leave a message.
Dad, where are you?
I snuck out.
Mom will kill me, but so what?
It's New Year's Eve.
I thought we were gonna celebrate together.
Anyway, call me.
I wanna see you.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.
Dad. Happy New Year.
Where are you?
I'm at this horrible club. Nightshade.
Music sucks.
It's been one month since 236 people were killed
in the New Year's Eve explosion at the Nightshade nightclub.
Authorities still can't say for sure
how far toxic contamination from an abandoned weapons facility
several stories underground has spread beyond the blast site.
Over 5 square miles of the city is now a quarantine zone.
Everyone still living within the area
has been forcibly evacuated.
We are continuing to get reports
that more and more people are leaving.
They can't tell us who did it.
They can't tell us why.
I've got friends and neighbors who've already left,
and I'm thinking we should do the same.
Something is being kept from us.
Who was responsible?
Jen?
Couldn't sleep.
I think I'm gonna go for a walk.
Get some dawn shots.
It's 5 in the morning.
At least have some coffee before you go.
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Go back to bed.
Get your beauty sleep.
Hey, hey. No pictures.
They fly around it.
They fly around it, but not over it.
Ever noticed that?
I'm amazed, love. Now move on.
I used to know this city.
Its people.
I've spent my whole life photographing them.
The government keeps telling us the city's safe.
That no contamination has spread from the Quarantine Zone.
But it doesn't matter.
So many people have left.
Fleeing from something they can't see.
I wanted to document what's happening to the people here.
But since the explosion,
since the construction of the Quarantine Zone,
my photographs are different.
We're different.
Is it despair?
Confusion?
Rage?
Fear?
Everything's changed.
Maybe forever.
Jesus.
It's his eyes.
They look right through you.
See you later.
Don't he do nothing but scream and shit?
He's got a cold, Benny.
Benny, it's Mom. Can you let her in?
Benny, she's gonna get soaked. Let her in.
Benny.
Well, well, Boy Wonder.
Crawling out from under a rock.
Lovely morning, eh, Freddy?
Little off your patch, aren't you, mate?
Put that shit out.
The cap thinks the building might be dirty.
Possible distribution depot.
Sorry. No drugs.
Place is clean.
Bloke just went crazy.
Threw his wife out of the window, strangled the kid.
Jesus.
We turned up, he pulled out a shooter.
Lads had to put him down.
Breaks your heart, I notice.
Same old nonsense.
"Such a lovely fella. Never do a thing like that.
Loving dad."
Blah, blah.
Techs say it's some kind of burn or residue.
Right, I'm gonna get back.
Might wanna take another hit on that mouthwash
before your breath ignites.
Some kind of voyeur thing going on here?
No, I knew those people.
Sort of.
I took their picture for a show coming up.
News said that he murdered his wife, his baby?
Yeah. Just another day in paradise.
I think they're wonderful, darling.
This could be your best show yet.
Those poor people.
I had a feeling something wasn't right with him.
I never imagined how bad.
Everyone's life has changed, darling.
Your job is to photograph, not psychoanalyze.
We're different. The city's different.
And you're surprised by this?
After everything that's happened?
No, it's more than that. Look at him.
There's something going on beneath these expressions.
Something's happening to us, Evangeline.
Something...
Something raw.
It's your phone, darling.
- Your parents called again. - Shit.
I meant to call them.
Wouldn't it be easier just to answer?
What did you tell them?
What you told me to.
You're hibernating, getting ready for a new show.
The truth, in fact.
They understand.
Don't we all. So you coming?
I've gotta meet that street dodger I told you about.
You can't work 24/7, Jen.
Girl's gotta have a little release every now and then.
He's got me into an underground club I wanna photograph.
I won't get another chance.
Again, the camera comes first. See you later.
Okay, bye.
Why couldn't you have just stayed away?
She found me, Jo.
But you encouraged it.
She was my daughter too. Joanne, I just wanted a chance.
She was only 14, Levi. Fourteen.
Letting her sneak into the city at all hours.
Lying to me about it.
Three weeks she's dead, Levi.
Three weeks before they find her.
I never even got to see her body.
No, no, no!
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