Inside!
In me! In me! It's in...
It's inside!
What the fuck?
Help.
Somebody, help me!
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Oh, God! Logan!
What happened to Lee?
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Won't take long to get your head around.
Main hub's in here, where most of our residents spend the day.
We just make sure they log out long enough to go to the bathroom.
Otherwise, it gets messy, you know.
Meals are served at 8:00 a.m., 1:00 p.m. and 6:30 p.m.
- Can you cook? - No.
Well, you'll learn fast.
Right.
First task to kick off every day.
Clean the bathrooms.
You're fucking kidding me, right?
Shouldn't the first task be, like, watering plants or something?
Baptism of fire, baby.
So...
What did you do?
Hmm. Nothing.
Drove around downtown, putting babies on spikes.
Okay.
Fuck me.
Whoa! What the fuck is that?
What?
You never seen a 79-year-old vagina before?
No, I have not. I was happy keeping it that way.
Would you please cover your...
Oh. I thought you kids paid for vintage these days.
What? That's disgust...
Please, pick your things back up.
Help me.
- What? - Help me.
No. No fucking way. You gotta wash your hands first.
I can only wash them if I get to the sink.
All right, just hold my arm.
I've got to say. You're not going to last long here
if something this insignificant freaks you out.
Great. Hopefully, they'll fire me.
Oh...
What? Oh, my God. What are you...
That's disgusting, okay?
This is gonna be fun.
Oh, God! What is wrong with you?
What the hell is going on?
It's in there.
Jesus! Are you okay?
It's not my blood.
Oh, my God.
Don't.
- What the hell happened? - I don't know.
I just...
I just woke up,
and she was lying on top of me.
There was blood everywhere.
She said,
"Inside... "
What?
She...
Before she died, she said,
"It's in me."
That's what Taylor said after he'd been infected.
Same as the crew member we found in Cell 50.
So, it was her.
Come on, guys. That's a pretty clear message.
Lee was a fucking alien. It's what I said from the start.
No.
She can't be.
That doesn't make any sense.
We have to see it.
It's the only way we'll know.
What are you doing here?
Cleaning up your shit.
Like I did yesterday, and the day before that,
and so this trend continues.
I don't know you.
Mia, it's Logan.
- Mia, it's Logan. - Don't hurt me.
- I've been here every day this week. - Please, don't.
You know who I am!
- Don't hurt me. Please... - Hey, hey. Help!
Help! Somebody help!
Hey, hey, hey.
- It's okay. - Got you.
You bitch!
I have a degenerative disease, not dementia, dipshit.
That's not fucking funny.
I'm laughing.
Fuckin' crazy old bat.
You know, you're fun to bully.
You would have been exactly my type, a few years back.
A few... You mean a few decades.
And even then, let's face it. I'm way out of your league.
Hmm. Picky.
- So, Community Service. - Would you...
Let me guess. You wanna know what I did.
Sorry, but I don't give a rat's ass.
But what I do want to know... Come here.
- Come here. - What?
Come here.
Is that your marijuana I can smell?
Lee.
I'm sorry.
This is wrong.
We have to see it to know for sure.
Hey.
- I know. - Okay?
There's no way.
Is there?
Henri?
There is no sign of the creature.
Her hippocampus is healthy!
Lee wasn't infected!
Would you hurry the fuck up?
I can't afford to get community service on top of my community service.
Oh, don't be such a pussy.
Seriously, no one pays any attention to us at all.
So, uh...
What's with the legs?
No. It'll depress you.
My default setting is depressed.
Well, like I said, it's a degenerative disease.
It's genetic.
One day, it just kicked in and there was nothing I could do.
First the feet, then the legs.
Now my damn hands are starting to go.
Still hold a joint, though.
But, you know...
Can't do up my damn laces anymore.
It's fucking degrading, is what it is.
- Fuck. Sorry. - Ah, me, too.
But there is a silver lining.
- Yeah? - Yep.
Eightieth birthday's coming up in 298 days.
What? You actually like your fucking birthday?
It's not the fucking birthday, it's what it represents.
Voluntary euthanasia.
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, once you hit the 80-year mark,
state of California approves legally-assisted suicide.
So you're gonna kill yourself?
Well, I wouldn't exactly put it like that.
Oh, come on, Community Service. What do I got to live for?
No husband.
No kids.
You think I wanna
spend my days as a vegetable marinading in this shithole? Hmm?
Yeah, but...
- Your mind's not gone. You could still... - What?
Live out my days in VR heaven?
No, thank you.
I didn't choose to come into this world,
but I can choose to go out.
Final bit of control I have.
To shuffle off this shitty mortal coil.
It has to have been her.
- Otherwise... - Someone here is still infected.
Oh, God.
So what the fuck happened to her?
There is an entry wound.
The eye was punctured with force.
That was the cause of death.
- What do you mean? - Lee was murdered!
But that means... One of us... We...
Shun.
Hey.
What are you doing, man?
He was with her. He's covered in her blood.
- You're insane. He can barely walk, Shun. - Neither could Taylor.
Didn't stop him trying to put a bullet in my head.
Shun, put the gun down. You're not thinking rationally.
Not rational? You just said someone killed Lee.
Anyone else got a suspect?
- He's right. - Wait.
You can't do this.
Look, I would never hurt Lee.
Okay? We were friends.
- Since when? - Since we...
I can't say anything, all right.
You're gonna have to if you wanna live.
Logan.
Sorry, Lee.
We were working together.
On a way of exposing the parasite.
How could either of you possibly know how to do that?
Lee had a theory.
About memory.
Eric's real name wasn't Eric. Right?
He stole it from a crew member, because he couldn't remember his own,
and Taylor...
He forgot he was a medic.
Lee figured it out. This thing, it fucks with your brain.
- With the hippocampus? - Yeah.
Lee and I discussed it briefly.
We questioned whether the damage to the hippocampus
could have affected episodic memory.
Their autobiographical recall.
But we established there was no way to test for that.
Especially once the scanners were destroyed.
Except there was.
Lee had data on all of us.
What kind of data?
I don't know.
She brought it from Earth on a chip.
She said it was everything she needed.
That's what the video was.
When we found her in the control room.
- Yeah. - Okay.
This chip,
where is it?
I don't know.
Then how are we supposed to know that's true?
'Cause she's fucking dead.
Don't you get it?
Lee was about to expose the alien,
and they got to her before she could.
Her test was gonna work.
If this chip really exists, it still can.
We just have to find it.
What the fuck?
- _ - Quarantine activated.
Lockdown in progress.
Open the door!
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- It must have been him. - He's infected.
No, this can't be happening.
It can't be him. It can't be. We've spent days together.
Come on.
- Damn it. - Fuck!
Move.
Come on.
Back!
Both of us.
Two, one...
Shit. Fuck.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Right. Let's go.
- Logan. You can't. - No.
- I have to know if he's infected. - I know.
But you have to let them do this.
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Hey, Community Service, you missed a spot.
I know you did that on purpose.
Would you just stop?
You ever think about this?
Imagine a life free from suffering.
_
- What, the creepy space colony? - _
_
- It's like Scientology in another solar system. - _
- No, thank you. - Oh, come on.
What about all that clean slate stuff, huh?
Hey.
You could be the poster boy for a down-and-out nobody
turning his life around.
Well, thanks.
You know what, Mia?
This life is shitty enough as it is. I don't need to start a new one.
Ow!
Ow.
- What the hell was that for? - Oh, you deserve it.
I see you, Community Service, month after month,
with that black cloud over your head,
harping on about the raw deal you got.
Do you know what, Mia?
You don't know half the shit I've been through.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
Yeah, well...
Are you dying?
Whatever.
You know what I'd give
to roll back the decades,
sign up for something like that?
To be able to climb a mountain,
fall in love...
Sit by the goddamn sea.
I suppose you think I'd rather be here in this dump
eating this shitty pineapple...
Jesus fucking Christ.
Just hang on.
God...
Here, just...
There, okay?
I can't...
It's okay.
Here.
No. No way.
Don't be a stubborn asshole.
There.
See, it's not so bad, huh?
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Lee had a good sense of humor.
I was just getting to know her.
She saved your life.
What?
After you were hurt, you needed a transfusion.
We didn't know your blood type.
Lee wouldn't say how, but she knew it.
I never told her that.
But she had this data, right?
That's how she knew.
It all makes sense now.
She fixed it.
What?
Fuck me. She fucking fixed it.
Where could he have gone?
Captain's cabin. That's where Lee was last.
Wait.
We're both on the same page, right?
Shoot to kill.
I can't.
I can't watch you.
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Lana.
Baum, don't.
Lee had this chip, right? But she couldn't read it.
The only scanner onboard was broken.
That's what we were doing together. We were fixing it.
So she must have finished the job, if she had access to the data.
Exactly.
She's the reason why it happened now.
She finally had the key.
Let him go.
Yeah, right.
Don't you dare fucking hurt him.
- I'm not infected. - Bullshit.
I wanted to find the chip before the alien could.
How are we supposed to believe that?
- It's not me! - Okay.
If you're telling the truth, let him go.
Let him go, and we'll know you're not dangerous.
- He'll shoot. - He won't.
Tell him.
Guns on the floor.
Okay.
You gotta believe me, okay?
No, wait!
Shit.
You figured out who's infected, didn't you?
And they found you.
Who's infected?
You mean Baum?
Just doesn't feel right.
It's not him.
- Why else would he lock us in here, Logan? - I don't fucking know.
It's not him.
I wish you could wake up, Lee.
I wish you could help me.
"Inside... "
What?
Holy shit, that's what she meant.
The chip's inside her, Kate.
The answer to all this is inside her fucking wrist.
Ta-da!
So...
Nine months flew by, huh?
My last piece of birthday cake.
- What? - Holy fuck. Dead kittens taste better.
What's up, Community Service?
You're not getting sentimental on me, are you?
No.
Maybe.
Come on, you're not gonna miss helping me take a leak.
Fuck it.
Get in.
- What? - You heard me.
If this really is your last birthday,
then I'm gonna make it one to remember.
Now get your ass in this chair.
Are you speeding?
No.
Why not?
Whoo!
So, where the hell are we going, huh?
It's a surprise.
Ooh!
You got any music in this shithole limo, huh?
Huh?
- That's your generation, right? - Papa Roach.
You know this one?
? Losing my sight ? ? Losing my mind ?
? Wish somebody would ? ? Tell me I'm fine ?
What the fuck is that?
? Losing my sight ? ? Losing my mind ?
Come on.
? Wish somebody ? ? Would tell me I'm fine ?
? I'm fine ?
You're crazy. Do you know that?
Crazy.
How are supposed to get it out?
Here, hold her.
- Just hold her still. - Okay.
I'm so sorry.
Motherfucker.
Shit.
What are we gonna do with him?
He can't hide in there for long.
He could have killed me.
He didn't.
It's not like he had much choice.
Okay.
I'm so sorry, but you're gonna have to help me.
- What? - Yeah.
There. Just reach in and grab it.
Thank you.
You said you wanted the sea.
You were right.
This is a birthday to remember.
You got a girl, Community Service?
No.
Piece of advice from a withered hag.
Find one.
Or a guy, if that's the side your bread is buttered on.
But find someone.
The world ain't half as fun without someone to share it with.
I got you, ain't I?
I know what you're doing.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
- What am I doing? - It's my plan.
- I can't just deviate from it. - Yes, you can.
Yes, you can.
I know you think you gotta do this
because you've got nothing and you've got no one, but...
Mia, I felt the same fucking way when I came to that home, all right?
I thought I was gonna shoot myself cleaning out some old guy's ears,
and wiping his ass and feeding him processed pears.
Now I actually look forward to my goddamn shift,
because I know you're gonna be there.
Just give it a week. Huh?
Maybe a month. Fuck it, who knows, maybe a year.
I know you wanna die on your own terms, Mia,
but you don't have to die yet.
That's the fucked-up thing about this world.
People constantly
surprise you.
I was so sure you were gonna be an asshole.
Happy birthday, Mia.
Thank you for coming with me.
I just...
I couldn't se another person die.
Me neither.
You know, I never got to know Lee.
I didn't really try.
None of this feels real.
Ever since the asteroid,
ever since Taylor,
I feel like we're in hell.
I don't believe in hell.
Oh, my God.
This is what killed her.
This is what killed Lee.
Whose cabin is this?
No.
- You have to stop. - I can't.
Logan, you're gonna kill yourself.
Lee died because of what we were trying to do.
Okay?
I have to do this for her.
You need to trust someone.
Trust me.
- Oh, hey, dude. - Did you make that?
You said I'd learn, right?
Logan, wait.
- Where is she? - She checked out this morning.
I figured you'd know.
It was always her plan.
No, she was changing her mind.
- What time did she leave? - Crack of dawn.
- She was driven straight to the clinic. - No.
No.
There's no way she would have left without saying goodbye.
Mia wasn't really one for the difficult conversation.
I wouldn't take it to heart.
We got someone new moving in today.
Maybe you'll click with him, too.
Hey!
Are you Community Service?
What?
Mia left something for you.
- What is it? - Oh, I don't know.
She said to look in the place
where you do that thing you're a pussy about,
because you don't want community service
on top of your community service.
She said you'd get it.
Yeah.
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Go to Ring 1.
Find Cell 4.
There's a crate marked "501."
We hid the scanner inside.
Make sure it works.
Then bring it back to me, okay?
Be careful, Kate.
Baum, open the door.
Baum!
We know you didn't kill Lee.
Ring 1.
Where is she?
Where's Katie?
I can't...
I can't tell you.
Logan...
We found the scalpel that killed Lee.
It was in Katie's room.
What?
Sorry, I'm probably not making myself very clear.
I did spend some time there, but I grew up in the countryside,
and then I moved.
- Can you tell us why? - I don't...
I can't talk about that.
We ask all applicants to tell us everything.
Only with full disclosure can we provide a blank slate.
It's okay. Nothing will be held against you.
I was, um...
I was 13.
No. I'm so sorry, but I don't think I can...
You have to.
Ring 1.
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