01x01 - Death Is the Only Release

[bunniefuu]

[waves crashing]

[pensive music]

[heavy breathing]

[eerie music]

[groaning]

[man] It was chaos
before the Miasma.

The world was riven with mass
insurrections, civil disorder,

and authority disintegrating.

[gasping]

The planet span this vortex
with natural destruction.

Extreme weather, flooding,
drought, desiccation and disease.

The start and rise of the Miasma
went unnoticed and ignored,

until it was too late.

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

[thudding]

Jay!

Jay!

[man] The fear

a violent strangeness,

a constant anticipation of evil,

an invisible miasma
that has infected

most of the human race.

[sobbing]

Jay!

That destroys all presence of mind.

Jay, it's me. It's Sol.

Look at me. Look at me!

[eerie music]

I made radio contact with
a small group of scientists

located in the high mountains.

They were monitoring the Miasma.

This is research station seven.
Does anybody read me?

Isolated.

Maybe they could help.

We set out to find them.

[muffled thumping]

[echoing] Look at me, look at me.

Brother?

Brother?

The Pact.

Honor the Pact.

Do it!

- Who are we?
- Jay.

- Who are we?
- We are...

[both] Mean b*stards!

Do it.

You got to stop me.

You got to stop me. I'm falling.

I'm falling.

Burning!
You got to stop me falling, end it!

End it!

Station 7.

Destroy

the Fear.

Destroy.

Destroy.

Destroy.

[g*nsh*t]

[gasping]

[screaming]

[soft melancholic music]

[pensive music]

[cymbal crashing]

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

She was curious.
It was in her nature.

[pensive music]

I need to hurt it.

[man] Death is the only release.

[panting]

[thumping]

[creature growling]

The Miasma infections are
increasing day by day, Sol.

The city is a hell hole.

It's out of control.

We cannot allow ourselves
to become infected.

No. We have a child with us, Jay.

The foundling is old
enough to travel now.

There's not going to be
anything left here.

We have to leave,
find some answers, survive.

We have to leave now!

[dramatic music]

Brother...

[whistle blowing]

[eerie music]

It's been done.

[sighs] He'll be at peace now.

Go and tell the others.

You find anything?

Berries.

I love berries.

Adam.

Just in time, we need kindling.

He's gone.

[dramatic music]

The Pact.

Peace be with him.

Peace be with him.

We need kindling.

[melancholic music]

[sighs]

He won't say a word about it.

It's his way.

And he will want no one else
to say a word about it.

Let's pray, it's the
last time for Sol.

The cave?

All clear.

The water is pure.

No sign of others.

Good.

Let's go.

[melancholic music continues]

[dramatic music]

It's getting closer.

Check the markers.

Don't go in.

Someone's going to have to, Stella.

Not you.

What if they don't come back?

They don't come back,

We'll have a farewell party
and blow the mountain high.

I can't survive without you.

[thunder rumbling]

[radio crackling]

Just bring back the seismometer.

[thunder rumbling]

[tense music]

[dogs barking]

Drummer, be careful.

[intense music]

[dog whimpers]

Sandy!

Hey, Sandy.

Drummer, don't!

Hey, it's me, Daddy.

Drummer, she's infected!

Come on. Come on, sweetie.

[dog growling]

Oh, OK. Take it easy.

Daddy is not going to hurt you,

and you're not going to hurt me, OK?

[growling]

[screams]

I want my f*cking dog back.

[tense music]

[thumping]

The Pact was honored.

He was third stage,

we all knew that.

We survive. We survive

because we have the will to survive.

We're strong.
We will always honor the Pact.

[suspenseful music]

One down.

Two more to go.

[shoveling]

We got much left?

Enough,

to last us the rest of our lives.

Well, I dispute that.

She's not Sandy anymore.

There is nothing we can do.

We're not in a seismic area,

but something out there
is definitely moving the ground.

Yeah.

Can you drink, Drummer?

Look, I need you on board here.

What do we know?
What have we observed?

[sighs]

Inflection is due to inhalation.

Exposure to the Miasma
messes with your mind...

Like this stuff.

One glass. Not so bad.

Half a bottle?
Definitely not a good idea.

Now you drink a whole bottle

and drink a bottle a day, every day,

and you're on the road to hell.

In essence, the Miasma
is weak and invisible...

Except for what's out there.

It is as thick as fog.

Pour me another.

[clears throat]

Why?

- Care to speculate?
- No.

I don't want to f*cking speculate.
Tired of that.

- The scientists who are...
- Stella, look...

No. They went down to the vault
and they were searching for the...

The Higgs Boson particle. Yeah.

I read all the f*cking reports.

They don't make any sense.

But what if it caused...

No, still, the vault flooded.

OK, the scientists, our scientists,

pissed all over that theory!

They knew the answers
are behind that f*cking wall.

It's getting closer to us
and we got nowhere to run.

We already talked about this.

You're not going in there.

Perry, Johnson, Garcia.

They went in and
they never came out.

You saw the shadows.

What if they're still alive?

I don't know.

We wait.

I'm sick of waiting.

[door opens]

[eerie music]

[thunder rumbling]

Sandy!

[water falling]

Adam.

Your uncle Jay kept this.

He wrote down everything he thought,

everything he learned
about the Miasma.

I'd like you to read it.
Tell me what you think.

Sol, it's late.

Adam...

You need some sleep now.

If Jay got the location right,

then this issue should be
situated in this plateau.

There should be a track.

- If not, we are stuck, Sol.
- No.

That's three, four days away.

Jay would have got
the location right.

You see this plateau,

this plateau, down to the
next, and up to the other.

I'm sure that's where it is.

You OK?

Yeah.

There is still a bit
of juice in the genny.

If you want to keep
the lights on for a while.

No, I'm fine. Save it.

I want to be up for a little while.

You're not coming to bed?

No, I'm going to mess around
the workshop for a little bit.

Clear my head.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm good.

Get some rest, OK?

[mysterious music]

[machinery whirring]

There was color.

There was music.

There was joy.

[pensive music]

[dramatic music]

[water falling]

Hey.

Did you get any sleep?

A bit.

It's not snowing?

Four seasons in one day around here.
It's crazy.

Right!

You...

...think we're ever
going to stop this?

Yeah. I do.

[pensive music]

How?

Because we're mean b*stards,

we can stop anything.

Dad, I want you to let me
keep guard tonight.

You can trust me.

Not tonight, but soon. I promise.

[clanking]

[g*n clicks]

[suspenseful music]

Ramiz.

What the hell?

Any guesses? Anyone?

They have been shot.

Yeah.

The Pact.

All infected simultaneously.

It could be that.

Is that a child?

[retching]

Adam, I want you to go up top.
Tell me what you see.

[groans]

[coughs]

They all came from somewhere.

Adam, talk to me.

There's a village north,

maybe a mile away.

- Dad.
- What?

- sh*t.
- Ramiz,

I think I understand
what happened here.

When you cut him down,
check the weapon.

Maybe we'll get lucky, OK?

Or not.

[groans]

Hey.

What are you working on?

Well, I was working on something

that was supposed to
be a surprise until

you rolled your a*s on up here,
and I guess I am busted.

You got to be a cup
holder and a bell?

Yeah, the cup holder
is actually an ashtray,

It will be a cup holder.
And bell doesn't work.

Actually, a lot of this
doesn't work just yet.

I'm going to put an
electric assist on there.

So, uh, give you more mobility

around the station and
then also to... umm...

...it, uh, it'll work well if
we need to go outside or...

...ever decide we need to leave.

If we decide we need to leave.

If we decide, yeah.

Just creating options.

Well, whether we leave
or not, you are a genius.

I wouldn't call me a
genius, but you did.

So I'll agree with you.

Come here.

You like it?

I love it.

[gentle music]

You all know the drill.

Eyes and ears.

Let's go.

[melancholic music]

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[wood creaking]

[melancholy music continues]

Mara!

Honey.

It's gold.

Gold.

Bless your soul.

[suspenseful music]

[man] The Fear.

A violent strangeness,

a constant anticipation of evil,

impotency to do anything, paralysis,

the utter terror of
being in a flaming plane,

plunging to the ground,
forever falling.

Endless despair that destroys
all presence of mind.

[thunder rumbling]

[device beeping]

Masks, masks! Hurry, now!

Masks! Masks!

Masks! Masks!

Adam! Adam! Anybody's seen Adam?

Adam!

[suspenseful music]

[retching]

[coughing]

[groaning]

[intense music]

[screaming]

Adam, Adam!

He's here?

No, he's not here.

We can't waste any
more time looking.

We have to get back to the station.

Stupid, stupid kid.

[gasping]

You're not looking good, my son.

Death.

Death is the only release.

I'm gonna fix this.

I love you, Adam.

[tense music]

[indistinct praying]

[intriguing music]