Invasion

Hello?

F-Fuck is going on out here, man?

Oh, yes!

This is SOC Trevante Cole, Task Unit...

Saxo.

I'm located at FOB Clemons.

Anyone out there?

If anybody can hear me...

If anyone is out there, I am located at FOB Clemons.

My...

My eight-digit grid is, um,

2-niner-three-five, break,

8-8-0-5.

SOC Trevante Cole, Task Force Saxo.

I am the sole survivor of Operation Vantage.

Do any US or friendly forces read me?

Three-five, break,

8-8-0-5.

And I need a helo extract ASAP.

Fuck!

At this rate, maybe a week.

With rations, we could stretch another week, maybe.

And I gotta get the genny going again too.

- Yeah. - Gotta be careful. There's a curfew.

There's a lot of whack jobs acting like militia.

Yeah.

We want you to be safe till you find somewhere.

All I was saying is that one of us needs to go to the store, that's all.

You and I can go. Bring the gun.

Okay. My kids though...

I don't know about a gun. And I just wanna be with them.

And if we...

We could try going to the Sanders' house.

They may have extra food, batteries. They spend the winters out here.

They have kids of their own, honey.

They're good people, but you know Bill.

I'll go.

Oh, no...

Are you sure?

I'll go to the store.

We have money. You gave us shelter, food.

Are you sure you don't want me to?

I'll go.

They'll be less afraid if you're with them.

And can you get us some gummies if they have them?

If they have them, yes.

Hey, come here. Come here.

Any requests?

Run!

Be safe.

There's nothing to be worried about.

Now your turn.

You're the man of the house now.

I'll get you. I'll get you, Sarah. Come here.

Hey.

- What is that? - Let's look ahead.

- Let's hurry up. - Hey, guys, look at the window.

- Do you think someone's in there? - I don't know.

Yo!

- Hello? - Hello?

Is there anyone in there?

Whoa! Guys, guys.

Chocolate!

- Oh, my God. - Let's go!

Oh, my God.

So hungry.

Oh, they got crisps too! Come on. Come on.

This tastes better than sex.

That's what your mum told me.

Let's go!

Oh, Biggie!

Yes, bro!

Where's the driver?

Maybe someone came along, scooped him up.

He could be laid up in a hospital by now.

I'm sure he's all right if he isn't here.

Hey, Jamila! Chocolate!

Alf.

Alfie!

- Yeah? - Yo.

Can you try and get a signal from this? See if you can call in for help.

Okay.

- Oi! You're making it worse. - Hold on. I could be getting a signal.

What you are hearing

- is an emergency broadcast. - Or signals.

Emergency broadcast. This is not a test.

You're a genius, man.

Emergency broadcast.

This is not a test.

Please remain indoors and wait for further information.

What you are hearing is an emergency broadcast.

Ch-Change the channel, okay? Get another signal or something.

- Shit. - Hello?

Can anyone hear?

Is there anyone there? We've been attacked.

What's happening?

JAPAN AEROSPACE EXPLORATION AGENCY

HINATA MURAI

What's happening with this? Look again.

Hashimoto-san.

We need to talk.

We have nothing to talk about.

- I'm calling security. - Listen to me.

This isn't what I have to say,

but somebody else.

Please carry on. Excuse me for a moment.

What is she doing?

Do you see something?

I can't see anything.

- Wajo. - Say something.

Wajo.

I fired you, didn't I?

You broke in and made it this far.

Surely you knew the next step would be jail.

Yes, that is right.

Why?

The sound: "Wajo." If that was audible, that means the Hoshi didn't depressurize.

In short, there's still air. Which means...

Which means...

they are all alive?

Hashimoto-san, how many years have you been married?

I'm not sure how this is relevant.

Twenty-seven years.

Even if it was speculation, what if...

you were able to save your wife?

What would you do?

You were having an affair.

With who?

Satoshi?

Ryusei?

But then that guy... that man...

The Emperor Hit Man was...

An awful actor.

Yeah.

No disagreement with you there.

You aren't the only one that heard something in that transmission.

That sound.

Those people aren't JASA.

They're linguists.

What are you hiding?

- Ma'am, what are you doing here? - You shouldn't be out.

Excuse me. You are aware there's a curfew, right?

- Are you here alone? - Yes.

- Are you hurt? Injured? - No.

- Are you sure? We can get you a doctor. - Yeah, I'm fine.

- Ma'am, listen... - I'm a doctor. I'm... I'm fine.

I'm just here getting food.

You're a doctor? Ma'am, we could definitely use another doctor.

There's not much left here.

- Nothing left? - The looters have taken everything.

Look, we're headed to the next town.

There's a lot of provisions there for people who help.

We need volunteers.

And we could definitely use another doctor.

All right, so we're gonna leave your car here.

We need to limit traffic to our vehicles as much as we can.

There'll be supplies there.

One of ours heading this way will bring you back.

You can ride in the ambulance with the other medical staff.

All right, Doctor?

Thank you.

Not exactly the usual rounds.

Thought I saw everything I was gonna see in my residency.

Uh, David Barton, orthopedics, St. Mary's in Trenton.

Anee...

Angela. Angela Lockhart, pediatrics, NYU Medical.

Good to meet you, Dr. Lockhart.

All right, let's move. Lock it up.

Somebody kill that.

Why'd you do that?

- That was our only way to communicate... - With who?

Some Chinese halfway round the globe, yeah?

Now we don't know what's going on.

Yes, we do. Okay?

Some terrorist blew bombs somewhere.

Or some Russian geezer finally dropped a bomb on the Yanks.

Or somebody shot up a church. Or square. Maybe even our school.

Okay? This is what they do.

Grown-ups always fucking up the world. Now they've done it again.

Okay? It's always the same old shit, isn't it?

Guys, we need to get home.

What, scared of some chocolate, yeah?

You do wanna go home, don't you?

What do you think it was?

Yo, Casp. You all right?

Yeah. I'm good.

Aw, man.

Yeah, you'd think a brother would get used to death the more he sees it.

Fuck. Shit.

I'm not good at this stuff, man.

But dying's easy. You know, you said that to me once, bro.

Fuck. Fuck.

You said a lot of stupid shit, but, you know, I remember that one.

I remembered it.

And I remember the last thing that you said to me.

You said, "Go home."

There's some very real shit going on here.

And I know you saw it.

And that's why you said, "There's a fucking war coming."

So I'm gonna listen to you this one time.