So, overnight, all diseases are eradicated.
No one dies of natural causes anymore.
Within ten years, global population doubles.
Economic collapse, food rationing, rioting on the streets,
and the governments impose these birth control restrictions
and limit healthcare for the over-80s, but
it's nowhere near enough.
So, they decide to identify and execute everyone
that's contributing least to society.
How?
An algorithm.
A complex algorithm that identifies and measures everybody's
social, financial, artistic, and emotional impacts on the
world.
And all of this is wrapped up in
an entertaining, thought-provoking, rollercoaster ride of a
movie.
What do you think?
What's it worth?
Well, with the budget that we sent you,
we can make the best film of next
year.
But even if you were to shave off
a couple of mil, we could still make,
like, a decent movie.
It's brilliant, Justin.
You prophetic prick.
Just let me pitch it to the team.
Oh, man, I'm psyched.
Our investigators realized that the scientist was m*rder*d
by timber lobbyists after they found out that
plants can feel pain.
They suffer as much as humans when physically
harmed, especially after they're cut and shaped and
mutilated into chairs like this.
They're still alive.
Can you imagine how amazing it would be
if you knew that the pencil that you're
using is still screaming in pain?
Wow.
That's exactly the kind of deeply moral head
f*ck we've been looking for.
So it starts off as a sickly wealth
satire.
f*cking investors, bigoties, and bourgeoisie, right?
Yachts, c*ck, and kidnapped insurance.
Then out of nowhere, we're in the middle
of the complete contentious collapse.
And then it becomes this elemental odyssey.
Wow.
Wow.
God, I would love to just get in
that brain of yours.
I'm only going to say three words.
Just imagine.
Oh, sh*t.
Love it.
Fantastic.
So fantastic.
It's a really personal story.
It's from their conscience.
Totally visionary.
What kind of money?
Regina, concentrate.
Let them watch.
New ideas, a new voice.
He's one of three fathers.
Grown nooks.
And that's why it's perfect for your stream
platform.
I am going to give you a call.
All right?
It's a love story.
Are you surprised?
Yeah.
Guy and a girl.
He's a screenwriter.
I mean, well, he used to be, but
to be honest, he's been in and out
of quite severe writer's block for quite a
long time and also depression.
You know, I think I've seen this one
before.
I'll carry on anyway.
So he keeps going to these festivals, right?
And he's trying to get ideas away.
He's pitching all the time, but nothing.
When do we find out about his drinking
problem?
Act three?
So she.
A hag, presumably.
Is a superstar in the making.
I mean, everyone wants to work with her,
pitch her ideas.
And she's a million miles away from the
starstruck intern that he took under his wing
20 years before.
Starstruck.
Starstruck.
She was starstruck.
She couldn't move for it.
She wasn't able to complete four sentences in
the face of his opulent glow.
Now, is the glow coming through the sweat
stains or sort of emanating around the sweat
stains?
OK, how does it end?
It's a happy ending.
They both go off into the sunset, holding
hands, drinking like pomegranate juice and stuff.
Having found the true meaning of Christmas.
Mm, none of that bittersweet bullshit.
It's a happy ending.
She moves back to Barcelona.
She stops trying to take their daughter to
London.
And they become a functional f*cking family all
over again.
How about that?
Huh?
OK, Don Quixote, this has been cute.
Really cute.
Christian?
Yeah, we should be going.
You know, you can't just keep airdropping yourself
into Anna's peripherals whenever it suits you.
She has a life.
We have a life in Barcelona.
And it's not enough.
Your one bed, ready meal shrug of a
lifestyle isn't enough for her.
I'm sorry, Tony, I don't mean to be
cruel, but I'm trying to give Anna the
kind of opportunities I could never have dreamed
of.
That is what I'm working for.
Oh, is that what you're working for?
To save my only daughter from her father's
merry-go-round of mediocrity?
Yes.
Do you know that I've got a theory
about you?
You know those juice fast things that you
like to do?
Those cleanses?
I think that perhaps one of them was
a little stronger than you'd anticipated and washed
your f*cking soul away.
Are you a person or just a sort
of animate haircut?
I really can't tell.
Flora?
Did you get the cake?
What?
For our daughter's birthday, did you get our
daughter a birthday cake?
Of course.
But, you know what?
f*ck you.
Yeah, OK.
f*ck you, too.
And you.
We need a f*cking cake.
What kind of cake does she like?
I'm going to check her TikTok or something.
Why am I only getting bottom of the
bag chips here, Christian?
There are good pictures going around.
I'm not in any of them.
You've got time.
Do you know something I don't know?
Oh, God, I would hope so.
What's Daddy Coop's job doing here?
Picking up Baby Coop?
Baby Coop's got his own thing.
What, you think it's the Alaska Jet?
I think he's picked the horse.
It's adorable to me that you think it
actually might be you.
I am widely adored.
I like your dress.
OK, so it looks like as long as
it's not a climate change cake or a
police brutality cake, we should be fine.
Find out about the jet and who it's
here for.
What the f*ck?
I need your notes for the w*r on
windows.
Oh, God, right.
OK, for Isabelle Huppert, flowers.
Yellow ones, obviously.
Obviously.
And the notes, congratulations, b*tch.
For Francois Ouzon, flowers, bottle of wine, something
South American.
With a note, congratulations, you f*cking prick.
My phone.
This is definitely the right time.
Yeah, it's familiar.
It makes it sound like we're best buds
in the whole wide world.
It's like a f*ck-filled friendship.
What about for Dame Judy Dench?
Just call all the women b*tches and all
the men pricks, or vice versa.
I'll mix it up.
How do I look?
Find out about the jet.
I've got my fingers to the bone for
this thing.
Nice to see you.
So nice to see you.
Ah, the mini milk ice cream.
Hello, Sebastian.
Yes, sir.
You look amazing.
Oh, wow, you're still wearing that thing?
Are we going to a premiere or a
disco in 1997?
Care to share what your father's plane is
doing here?
Oh, you think that's for you?
I just need to be kept abreast of
any developments I'm meant to be flying to
Barcelona tonight.
Commercial air travel.
The mud huts of the sky.
Wouldn't want to miss that one.
I'll see you in a bit.
OK.
Make babies for goose.
He's the man.
Apparently, people call my dad the chicken cook
because he's so full of sh*t.
Speaking of, I hear Pearson is dead.
What, Geoffrey Pearson?
Geoffrey?
What are you, his nanny?
But yeah, first pervert, and now darling Geoffrey.
You're not rocks about a touch.
I'm not a big Bruce Hunter genital.
Yeah, it's iceberg hold for the industry power
balance.
And my dad's too busy waving his magic
d*ck around and sending Cinderella to the ball.
Wait, am I?
Am I?
Oh, you.
Oh, no.
I'm Kim.
You're not Cinderella.
No, in fact, I've been on my knees
every night praying that Daddy O'Pig's pretty
much anyone else but you to run for
whatever it is he's scheming.
And voila, the Lord did give it.
Yeah, it's Hector Alba.
So you'll just have to keep sniveling around
me for a while.
Oh, mind the glass ceiling on the way
out.
Oh.
Seth, could we talk just quickly?
Hi.
She is, little miss right place, right time.
I just heard, sir, how thrilling.
Is everyone up to date?
Mr. Snail, I consider you a real hero
of mine to work alongside you.
It's an honor.
Yeah, yeah, kissy, kissy.
No, I mean it.
All your productions where your unique producerial stand
on this one's no exception.
It's stunning.
Great.
Well, in that case, if you've seen it,
Laura, you can sit this panel out.
I think Alba makes more sense now that
she's, you know, we'll make the announcement at
the end.
Hey, you.
Ah.
Oh.
The skin.
I know.
You bathed in the olive oil.
I'm glowing.
I'm like a slim-toned pregnant lady with
a d*ck.
The ladies.
This is Alba.
She's our new prize fighter.
She loves our movie.
Nice to meet you.
And of course, um, um, Laura.
Laura, Laura, Laura Palmer.
Who k*lled you?
Twin Peaks?
Laura.
Laura, ready?
I think it's going to be Alba, actually.
OK.
Let's go.
Alba.
Hey.
Look, obviously, I'm disappointed.
And, uh, I'm smarter and better than you
in every way.
If it couldn't be me, you know.
What are you doing?
Congratulating you, I guess, on being a worthy
adversary.
One sec.
You know, this company is pale as stale
mail to the poor.
Maybe we women need to find a way
to support each other.
Give him hell.
Alba.
This is your moment.
One sec.
Laura, what is this film?
Oh, you haven't seen it?
I wasn't across it.
I didn't know I was going to be
speaking at the premiere.
Just do the usual elegant, stunning, work of
staggering genius.
Alba.
Do something.
OK, um, OK.
He's really proud of the scene by the
lake.
He thinks it shows a kind of tenderness
and eroticism we rarely see on film.
It, um, it dares to be unambiguously sexy
in an often prudish cinematic landscape.
Plus, it's hilarious.
Wait, what?
Your flight's been canceled?
Aren't you going to Alaska?
Alba just wiped the bed in front of
400 journalists with Daddy Coop live-streaming from
his lair.
Sebastian here keeps on calling and calling.
And it's birthday, Laura.
Yeah, I know.
I'll make it up to her in London.
It's golden ticket time, Tony.
Sorry, I couldn't have made that out.
OK, he's now sending a stream of insults
and some pretty offensive tips.
This one's funny.
You know, why aren't you with her, Tony?
I'm here for work.
You're here for, what, a couple of free
Cuba Libres and a belly rub?
Don't fly too close to the sun, they
caress.
Do you think that was meant affectionately?
I don't know what's happening.
Oh, the Pope is dead.
What?
The Pope is dead.
Harvard, PSN, and now the Pope.
What's going on?
It's crazy.
Get the cakes and to Barcelona.
Yeah, on it.
OK, so I've cleared your schedule for the
rest of the week.
Good.
We land at 7.30 Alaska time.
Juan Filibrand should be there to meet us.
So bring your lawyer to dinner affair?
Uh, apparently.
Laura Palmer and Christian Hartle?
Sorry, we're late.
Mr. Hartle is not on the list.
Oh, no, he's with me.
He's my PA.
It's just you and a friend of Mrs.
Snail's.
Well, buy yourself a coat when you land.
I'll see you on the other side, you
horrible c**t.
Hello, would you like a drink?
Hello, sir, would you like a drink?
If you wouldn't mind fastening your seat belts,
we're about to take off.
Yeah, the elegance isn't bad.
The elegance?
The plane.
It's OK.
I myself have a melody.
It's super mid-size, if you understand the
jargon.
So you just died?
Yeah, such a loss.
A loss?
Well, I'm more in the ding-dong camp,
but yeah, you're right.
Life is precious.
Wonder what k*lled him?
I think he only had one lung.
I had no idea.
And he was really old.
The guy wasn't even 40.
Wait, who are you talking about?
Bart Jagerberg.
What?
Bart Jagerberg?
Yes.
Tell you, that guy sent his last friend
request.
What is going on?
Did someone find untapped oil reserves at the
gates of hell?
Well, in one day, I've risen three places
in the Forbes list.
I think this is going to be a
very good year.
Happy birthday, dear Anna.
Happy birthday to you.
I'll go on and blow your candles.
Just sign the papers and let her live
with me in London, Tony.
I'm not going to make you say it,
but we both know you'd be relieved.
Nora, I will sign the papers.
And Anastasia will be, that's it.
Okay.
Well, when I get back from Alaska, we'll
just send in the lawyers.
And I wonder who wins.
My lawyer or your lawyer.
We have a life, Barcelona.
Oh, no, it's been me all along.
Your phone, please.
So this new thing I'm running.
What does it do?
Yeah.
Snail's expanding the company's philanthropy department on a
pretty aggressive scale.
So you continue to support filmmakers, but you
balance it with your new front management duty.
Listen, nobody loves charity more than me, but,
like, really?
If you won executive, you'd be entitled to
a top-up race car.
A company credit card with a 50 grand
a month spending cap and a five-bedroom
apartment on Hyde Park Corner.
And the salary is, well, let's just say,
no one of us stepped up.
Well, that's...
Yeah, that, that...
Yep.
Just pull it together, okay?
Don't screw this up for the both of
us.
I am f*cking together!
Whoo-hoo!
Go, go, go!
Go, go!
Come on, come on, please.
Come on, puppies.
Come on, puppies.
Next time, two more dogs, please, OK?
No.
There he is.
First gold hunters in Alaska arrived to temperatures
of 35 below zero.
Unpredictable blizzards, ferocious and violent competition.
Thousands died en route.
And those that made it dug into the
night, knowing that if they waited till summer,
someone would beat them to it.
I had this replica of Snail Town, or
Camp Freedom, as I'm told.
It was colloquially known, built so that I
would never forget the blood, gristle, and flesh
expended on this ground by men like my
great-great-grandfather, Zebulon Snail.
Come.
His fortune.
Come on.
It didn't fall from the sky.
No.
No.
He dug every scrap of it out of
the frozen dirt until he could hold it
in his hands.
Come on.
There's a disease at work in our world,
a virus that's gnawing away at the very
foundations of global, free-market democracy.
That virus is fragility, laziness.
All these drug-taking, lap-sitting, mummy-mummy
feather-f*cked, using words like equality, diversity, trauma
as a cheap hat and moustache disguised with
a good old-fashioned communist cabal.
People claim, these elites claim, that hard-working
citizens like you and I are the problem.
Really?
Really?
Oh, well, really.
No, we're really the solution.
The progress is profit-driven.
It's made by men like Zebulon, who hired
freed sl*ves to work in his mines to
give them a chance to earn their own
f*cking bread.
Whites, blacks, ex-cons from Mexico fought shoulder
to shoulder to persuade the natives towards relocation.
They were brothers, these men.
Zebulon made them so.
That is how progress is made, my friends,
by man making it.
So, that's why you, my most trusted colleagues
and brightest sparks are here today.
I want you to head up a new
independent division of our company.
It's somewhat of an image makeover for our
little enterprise.
It's gonna be focused on social interests.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Renewable energy, infrastructure, philanthropy, and you'll all have
shares in it.
Let's show these red pests that the free
market is, has always been, the greatest driver
of innovation and fairness that humanity has come
up with.
The human urge to make a buck.
It ends wars.
It keeps the peace, cures diseases, breaks down
borders.
Let's show the world that gold is found
on this planet by men prepared to step
out into the cold.
A swindler acts...
at the ground.
Sir, excuse me.
So, the offer is stock options in a
division with basically zero profit potential.
Mr. Yee, is it?
Mr. Yee thinks I'm a c*ck.
No, Mr. Yee.
Oh.
Mr. Yee, just think of the shares as
a way of feeling part of a family.
I'll also triple your wages with benefits, and
I'm not talking street corn or dental insurance.
Yeah, that should reach the squeakier wills, if
you will.
So...
gentlemen, ladies, please take ownership of your new
stock.
Is Captain Crunch for real?
Look for yourself.
Yes.
Congratulations, Laura.
You made it in time.
Do you have a cigarette I can borrow?
Thank you.
Try to live longer.
Gold, isn't it?
I like it.
You're the one who likes butting heads with
my son and sends him crying home to
Dada.
Parma.
Laura.
You know what my son makes his PA
do?
He makes her take 32 pills a day
just so he can drink her piss.
Can't have that freak running something as important
as this.
Apparently they've started calling him the Chicken Coop
because he's so full of crap.
My daughter is a mystery to me as
well, sir.
I've heard there's an auction going on at
Buckingham Palace.
All the proceeds go into some charity or
other.
Inside the palace?
Yes, they're opening it up especially, apparently.
It's high profile.
It's a good opportunity for us to assert
our new division.
Take one of the choppers over to the
jacket anchorage.
Sell it to Reed on the fly.
Bid high, bear no expense and crush any
opposition.
I need us to make a splash here.
Do you understand?
How old is your daughter?
Anna.
She's 16.
But I've recently started to suspect that she's
been possessed by some sort of evil, demonic
spirit.
Read the book.
Pass it on.
Do it soon.
Pass it on?
It's in every bookshop in the world!
Look, it's in every bookshop in the world!
Don't be afraid.
That's it.
That's it.
He's sending me to Sicily to audit a
couple of refugee camps.
I thought African migrants were just something you
pretend to feel bad about at c*ck parties.
Turns out they can also make you rich.
Win-win, I guess.
Come on, it's a joke.
Hi, it's Anna.
Leave a message.
Anna's not answering.
Is she with you?
Laura, it's the middle of the night.
Anna had to study, so she's sleeping at
a friend's house.
You know, she's got these things called exams.
Which friend?
Lily.
Mira?
The one who reads crayons?
That's Laura.
That was like ten years ago.
Is this urgent?
I just got some good news.
The kingdom of heaven has fallen.
It's Anna.
Leave a message.
Anna, call me back ASAP, okay?
We need to talk.
Have you seen the news?
Do we know what's going on?
Nothing.
The whole thing's been overblown.
For my money, it's a bunch of seventeen
-year-old coders playing God in their mother's
face.
And the auction's still on.
Yeah, but I don't want to fuel the
panic.
The king's indisposed, but they're sending a prince
or a duke.
Why aren't we moving?
You made it.
Don't stress.
We're not in a rush anymore.
Everything's fine, isn't it?
Everything's fine.
You think of me as rich?
Yes.
Not really.
I'm uncomfortable, maybe, but even now it's nothing
compared to some people.
I'm on my way, but I'm still decades
off of being, like, you know, actually rich.
Yes, of course.
But you're still rich.
Middle class.
Not as middle class, for sure.
Yeah, sure.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
This gown is so beautiful.
Two hundred.
Two hundred and fifty.
Three hundred.
Three hundred and fifty.
Four hundred.
Coming once at four hundred thousand.
Coming twice at four hundred thousand.
Sold for four hundred thousand five, ladies and
gentlemen.
Our next item is a copy by an
unknown artist of the celebrated Raft of the
Medusa by French romantic painter Thodore Gricault.
This item has also been donated by the
Royal Family.
The painting depicts a tragic shipwreck of the
frigate Medusa off the coast of Mauritania on
July 5th, 1816.
Without enough boats for all those on board,
146 men and one woman were forced to
take refuge on a makeshift raft upon which
nearly all of them perished.
Now, today we are going to open the
bidding at fifty thousand pounds.
Thank you.
One hundred.
One hundred and fifty.
Two hundred to the lady.
Two hundred and fifty.
Three hundred.
Three hundred and fifty.
Four hundred to the lady.
Four hundred and fifty.
Five hundred.
Five hundred and fifty.
Six hundred.
What?
Where are you?
Going once at two million pounds.
Going twice at two million.
Hello?
Are you there?
Sold for two million pounds to the lady
who's...
I don't do the work that I do.
Anna, I've just spent two million pounds.
I've been painting.
It's for charity.
What charity?
Oh, I feel...
Two f*cking million, Anna.
You've got to get over here.
The life we're going to lead.
It's like...
It's like dream time.
Everything we've ever wanted.
Mum, maybe we should talk about this another
time.
I know, I know.
I'm sorry.
I know you're at your friends.
But you've got friends here too.
And you'll make more.
And you can fly back to Barcelona any
time you like.
Okay?
I promise.
Mum, you've clearly had a very frightening day.
I drink this wine even if I need
for...
Severus wanted this for you for so long.
Hello?
Hello?
Mum?
Are you okay?
Mum?
The government has decreed three days of national
warning.
It is a time, they say, in which
the country must come together.
Thank you, John.
Yes, the government have raised the t*rror1st threat
level...
What the f*ck is going on?
What?
Although neither Biden nor Xi Jinping have made
any public appearances, Washington and Beijing have confirmed
suspicions of t*rror1st activity and given the military
funds to investigate the toxic agent responsible.
Billionaires go missing while the authorities...
Early symptoms are reported to include...
A strange glow from the tea.
The pool is still open.
Who do you think is going to...
Rarely across the country...
Billionaires make massive donations to the state.
Financial activity suspended across OECD countries.
We need immediate...
Medical care and police protection.
Police protection.
Oh, my God.
This is a t*rror1st act.
Targeting our economic reference points, then where does
that leave us?
We could be facing a financial crisis like
we've never seen before.
A barricade is not their reference point at
all.
There is zero evidence that this is in
fact a t*rror1st attack.
Oh, hang on, let me finish.
Oh, hang on, let me finish.
It looks like a virus, it's acting like
a virus, and every day it's becoming more
like a virus that's attached to the social
elites.
Okay?
Not only do you say that, and not
ruling out the possibility of a t*rror1st threat,
but the information they're giving us is consistent
with that.
What I'm saying is, if this is cut
out, what we need to know as soon
as possible is whether whatever is k*lling the
billionaires is going to be contagious to the
rest of us as well.
Of course it is.
They've got to start rounding them up.
If it's just one group, I'll come up
together.
Contain it.
I can't do another full lockdown.
Anna?
Hi, Andrea.
Mom?
Anna's here with me, she's fine.
She's there with you?
Why is she there with you?
Put her on.
She doesn't want to talk to you right
now.
She's going to spend a few days out
here.
It sounds like you and Tony are managing
this divorce quite terribly.
What?
No.
You get her back to Barcelona right now,
Mom.
You get your grubby hands off my family,
Mom!
Oh, God!
Of all the places she could go, she
goes to my mother's.
Who's into you, huh?
No, of course it's your fault.
No, you're not going there without me.
Granny McPhee needs a united front.
I'll be in Barcelona tonight.
Yes, I'll be in Barcelona tonight.
Give me a flight to Barcelona.
Yeah, okay, I'll wait.
Laura.
Yeah, thank you.
Miss Palmer.
Miss Palmer, hi.
Congratulations.
How are you feeling?
Apparently you met with Mr Snail Senior today.
Is the meeting still on?
We're still waiting for a few heads of
department.
But did you get to talk to him?
One-on-one, in close proximity?
Is Baby Coop here?
Yes, he is, but he is a little
unsettled.
Miss Palmer, maybe don't.
It might be contagious.
Oh.
Guten Tag, Madame Fuhrer.
Or should I say, Auf Wiedersehen?
What are you doing?
I'm vacating.
I'm making space.
No, I'm serious.
I'm out.
You're in.
All hail.
They left me in charge of one measly
subdivision.
There's no reason we can't have a great
working relationship across departments, you know?
I really value your skills and experience.
Oh, my skills and experience?
That is, wow.
Do you mind if I record that and
set it as my ringtone?
Listen to it late at night when I'm
feeling all fuzzy.
You know what?
I'm drunk enough.
Let's f*ck already.
Come on.
Okay, well, you know that my dad's a
b*stard.
But he's a commendably consistent one.
Practically drinks the blood of his enemies with
his morning turmeric.
Has done for half a century now.
One teensy-tiny rumor, one tweet-tweet game
of Chinese whispers and Attila the Hun's running
for the hills.
Drunk as gold.
And any snaky-climby peasants that are too
gaga for a title bump to ask any
questions.
Congrats on your stock appreciation, by the way.
You should buy yourself a new watch.
What are you talking about?
Old Blackbeard himself, my dear papa, has performed
financial harakiri on the family fortune.
He's also fired, um...
Oh, me.
Effective immediately.
All because he's scared of some plague.
Sebastian Snail burns 30 bills over some internet
astute, you know.
No, no, no, don't worry about me.
I'm fine.
Yeah, you see, I've been planning on being
disowned for years.
Thank God.
You know, diverting company cash into my own
private investment fund.
Hopefully it'll be enough for a smaller, more
intimate castle.
f*ck.
I suppose in his own whacker way, this
is his way of trying to protect me.
Hold on.
Or maybe it's even because he loves me?
Or what it's worth?
Well, anyway, he decided that cash wasn't the
same thing as love, and he's just given
you loads of it.
So, enjoy!
What?
Laura, they've declared a state of emergency, so
every single flight is cancelled.
Find me something.
Alright?
Private jet, magic carpet, I don't care what
it costs.
The more the better.
Okay.
Christian?
Get out of here as soon as you
can.
Okay.
Hey, Laura.
We'll be just fine.
Okay.
There's a breeze down the air!
Just, uh, what's happening to my stock?
What do you mean, what happens to my
stock?
Without the f*cking vegans?
Throw them a carrot.
Boil them alive!
Check my stock.
You don't, you don't reach, man.
No.
Laura?
I wish.
Laura, are you there?
Sorry, it's, it's, uh, my boss.
I'm a PA.
Can you hear me?
Yep.
So, yeah, you're right, there has been some
movement.
Um, you know, after your signature, the parent
company must have capitalized in favor of the
subdivision you have stated.
Okay, so...
You were talking about shares or something?
Yeah.
So right now, your holding is worth nine
hundred million dollars.
Under any other circumstances, I'd say let's pop
the campaign, but...
Now, you, uh, you're talking about stocks here.
You're rich.
Are we f*cked here?
There's no way of reneging on the contract.
I don't think so.
And with the markets closed, the value of
the stock is frozen.
The only way I can think of to
reduce your wealth is the good old-fashioned
one, spending it.
Or, I suppose, giving it away.
If you can find some b*stards who'll take
it off your hands, that is.
Okay, I need you to do something for
me.
Send it to Melissa and Legal.
Laura Palmer, you have been listed among a
number of strategic figures for special protection.
We can take you to a secure location,
or if you prefer to remain in your
own home, you'll be confined here under our
protection.
Do you understand?
We're here for your safety.
Thank God.
Would you like to come with us?
Um, yes.
I think that would be best.
I've been really afraid here, so...
Um, just let me get my things.
Okay.
Is this the only thing going to Barcelona?
Oh, no, no, no.
That's great.
That's great, Christian.
Um, Melissa from Legal is going to give
you an envelope for me, all right?
Okay, great.
Meet me there.
Thank you.
The Prime
Minister has strongly warned the public against victimizing.
This comes after a slew of reports of
civilians threatening the lives of the wealthy in
attempt to contain the virus.
A list of millionaire home addresses was anonymously
posted on social media sites...
...reporting shortages after blazes in Knightsbridge, Chelsea, Marlborough...
My passenger, she's going with you, okay?
Not me.
That's your small fortune, but you've got a
sense.
This thing can make it to Barcelona?
Yes, that's what they said.
I'm friends with the owners.
I've just been on the phone to them.
My wife and I have already paid.
f*cking let us on now!
Thank you for this, Christian.
For everything.
Whatever you need, boss.
I hear those papers.
If you want to keep your job, f*cking
let us on now.
Little and I am first!
Get that dog away from me.
Animals bring disease.
There's no worse animal in this world than
a man with no manhood.
f*ck!
Just go!
Christian, I'm so grateful!
Just go!
Get in!
Get in!
I just...
I have one more favor to ask, okay?
Tony's crushing me in these divorce talks.
He's gunning for everything I've got.
I just...
I need you to temporarily take hold of
my assets just until the agreement's done.
Keep your filthy hands off our future.
You just need to write your name up
here and then sign and initial at the
bottom, okay?
You!
You!
One at a time!
Come on!
Come on!
Close the door!
Close that door right now!
Tony, I'm on my way, okay?
I'm at...
Meet me at the Barcelona airport in six
hours.
Barcelona airport!
Six hours!
You're at my mom's.
Okay.
We'll just put Anna in the car and
come meet me.
Tony, please.
Just come get me, okay?
I...
I need you.
Tony!
Oh, my God.
And what if we were too hasty then?
Maybe we should have taken the government's protection.
They haven't come to protect you.
They're guarding every jet and yacht in the
southeast.
They want to shut us down, lock us
in, leave us to die.
Well, that's completely hysterical.
That's the British Army, not some street g*ng.
Wake up, Grandad.
The Bastille has fallen and they're greasing up
the guillotine.
Come on!
I'll have you know that my cousin works
for the Home Secretary.
He's lying, babe.
They all are.
All right.
Rain it in.
It's just a moment of insurgence.
The armed forces will soon get it under
control.
There's a head.
Cyber-t*rrorists.
The truth will come out and it'll all
settle down.
Here we all are, fleeing the country in
a shaky, antique teapot.
Face the facts.
This isn't a lunchtime fire drill.
There's a new virus out there.
And they, the people, have got it in
their stupid, tiny heads that it's spreading through
the rifts.
They'll burn us all to stop an outbreak.
That's absurd.
Nobody's thinking that.
I'm not even super, super rich.
I mean, everyone who's died earns way more
than me.
That guy.
He earns more than me.
That's not true.
I'm having a very media career.
I am nothing compared to both of you.
What does rich even mean?
When will the customer find distinctions to the
pitchfork people?
We're all the same to them.
It's lizard brain fear, hot-tubble mob mentality,
burning in a fire of decades.
Centuries' worth of...
Oh, God!
...fart-hate, jealousy, and what?
Look at him!
His teeth!
Oh, my God!
His teeth!
Oh, my God!
He's contaminated!
Get him off the plane!
He's contaminated!
Do something!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
What are you doing, you idiots?!
Shut that door down!
Shut that f*cking door down!
Shut that f*cking door!
Shut that f*cking door!
Oh, my God!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Montjuic.
Ford's complex on a hill.
We'll see you tomorrow.
Look at this.
24 hours, not a minute longer.
They won't wait.
Tony, I'm going out the back door, all
right?
Hurry.
Hurry.
I'll send you my location.
The front window blocked here.
Please leave a message after the tone.
No!
It's chaos.
Chaos out there.
IT repairmen foaming at the mouth, demanding the
skulls of the rich.
Anyone with money has been taken away, whole
families.
And no-one's daring to go to work
in case they aren't over the threshold.
Not that anyone knows what the threshold is,
or if there even is one.
It's a f*cking grapevine jungle.
It's just a good job that this all
happened before your emotion went through.
This is another police checkpoint.
This is the third one today within two
blocks.
This can't be f*cking happening.
What are you doing?
What's in there?
What's in that bag?
Laura, what's in the backpack?
Nothing.
It's just clothes.
What are you doing?
It's just clothes.
Get off!
What's in it?
I'm...
What are you trying...
What are you doing with all this stuff?
The banks were closed.
What did you expect me to do?
Honey, you...
You...
You make a mess, you know?
Get out of here, please.
Get out of here.
Go over there, please.
Open your mouth.
They're clean.
Excuse me.
Documentation, please.
We're looking for our daughter.
She's in the camps.
Documentation, ma'am.
Thank you.
Documentation, please.
Documentation, please.
We invested in research.
We strengthened all emergency protocols.
The virus seems completely resistant to financial aid.
It's attacking the heart of our social security
system.
Effectively, we can't give any partial trust.
And we are trying to purchase and distribute
medical supplies, but no company will take our
payments.
We've surrendered all stress management tools of our
disposal.
The more we invest, the more we are
simply fanning the flame.
In the last pandemic, Greece saw doctors and
nurses stepping up, putting themselves in harm's way
for the greater good.
And yet now, when it's their turn to
step up to the plate, the rich are
closing down their businesses, destroying their assets in
an attempt to save their own skin.
Hey.
Hola, cario.
Could you hand me that green pot of
paint there?
I'm so happy that you're home.
How was your flight?
Not too turbulent, I hope.
The winds have been wild.
You look good.
How long has it been?
You need to stop messing around.
Oh, come on, honey.
Don't be so boring.
What's a little giggle before the stoning begins?
She's my kid.
And she's safe and sound.
Okay, I know indoctrination is your favorite little
hobby, but do we think this is maybe
a little bit insensitive to be feeding a
teenager?
People are dying.
Yeah.
Thousands of bodies in the Mediterranean.
Millions of people starving to death.
Our planet is on fire.
All while your pals in power continue to
line their pockets.
People who thought that they were untouchable, but
they're not.
It's a hate symbol.
Yes, and I'm glad that's coming across.
What about you?
Claiming the moral high ground?
Boo-hoo.
People are dying.
And I'm not a self-interested little snake
charmer who's too busy and too important.
Anna is fine.
Take a look around.
You don't see anybody eating anyone here.
Right?
Do you want me to get you some?
Laura Palmer.
You changed your name, but you keep your
watch.
I can still remember when you bought it
when you first went to Spain, Jake.
Laura was a terrible choice, as it turns
out.
That's what happens when you're brought up in
a dark hole like this one, cut off
from the rest of the world.
Well, I like it.
Espero que te guste.
Gracias.
Tengo una teora.
Empieza en la cima.
Los multimillonarios de las tecnolgicas y los varones
del petrleo.
Y luego, despacito, despacito, empieza a bajar.
La realeza, los banqueros.
Cundo te toca a ti, Laura?
Still no signal.
Here you go.
Careful, it's hot.
Oh, that's nice.
My father painted that.
Oh, did he?
I mean, it's a catchy slogan.
I don't know how it would read in
the winter.
I presume he's still painting it on every
wall he finds, wherever he is.
Okay.
Come on.
No, okay, fine.
Tony.
Yeah?
What?
I'm incredibly rich.
Yeah, rich enough to keep your passport in
your pocket at the checkpoint.
That rich?
f*ck.
I...
Oh, God, it's horrible.
I tried to palm it all off on
Christian.
Christian as in your assistant to Christian?
Jesus f*cking Christ, Laura.
I got my lawyer to drop transfer papers
and everything.
I'm...
God.
What if I'm carrying it?
You know, what if I brought it here
to you and...
Look, look.
We don't know anything about this thing.
We don't even know if it's contagious, so...
No, I should go.
Get that out of your mind.
No, I should leave.
I should go.
I should turn myself in.
Turn yourself in to who?
Who are you going to turn yourself in
to?
You can't go.
You're not going anywhere.
Don't be ridiculous.
Laura!
Tony.
Tony.
I've been asking to tell you that you
all have to leave.
What?
There are checkpoints along the road.
So they're following us.
They are not exactly successful.
What do you mean, what do you mean?
What's going on here?
Well, he's saying that we have to leave.
Not you, Marta, but they have to go.
No, no, no.
There was a boat.
We had your army, but it wouldn't have
teamed up with him.
No, no, they're not going anywhere.
The people are afraid.
Paolo, there is no place for her to
go.
It's okay, it's okay.
I'm going to go.
I'm going to go.
Tony and Anna are going to stay and
I will leave.
That is absolutely not, absolutely not.
You're not going to leave now.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.
You are not going anywhere.
Okay.
Okay.
It's okay.
Don't be, calm down.
Get along, go, go, go, go.
Stick together.
We can't just stick together.
We are not going to go anywhere.
Now, look, there's a child here.
It is fine.
It is okay.
You need to stop shouting now.
Everyone come inside so we can talk about
this sensibly.
I'm sorry.
We're stuck in the port of Marseille.
Can't get out, eh?
I don't know how I'm taking my chance,
but I don't know if anyone's listening.
It's a letter for my brother.
Thank you.
Sorry.
How are we going to live?
People will die.
How are we going to get out of
this crisis?
Fire.
If everybody's afraid of profits, if nobody wants
anything...
A grave.
Where will that leave us as a species?
Fire.
Fire.
End of transmission.
Good luck.
So, where are we headed?
Tanzania.
Tanzania?
In this?
I have a friend who lives in the
mountains in Tanzania, Lenzo.
He lives in a big house that he
built himself that's completely self-sufficient.
I think it's safe, and I think he'll
take us in until we get back on
our feet.
You're talking about the other side of the
globe.
I mean...
I know.
Let's sail to North Africa, and if we
find a safe place, we'll stay.
And if not, we continue on to Tanzania.
Good idea.
I mean, if you two have any other
good ideas, I'm all ears, okay?
Look, put the engine into neutral.
What was that?
Doesn't seem to be any damage.
What?
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my God, look.
Look, someone there.
There's somebody.
Oh, no.
Oh, my
God.
Hello?
Hello?
Six days at sea.
No help.
What's your name?
How long do you hope?
A lot's happened while you've been out here.
They're European refugees.
We seek asylum.
We are unsayably grateful for your mercy and
your kindness and your hospitality.
Veniamo della Spagna.
La Libia non accetta refugiati, ancora meno europei.
The Libyans aren't accepting any refugees.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Per favore, per favore.
Siamo solo da passaggio.
Non vogliamo restare in Libia.
La satelite arriva sulla costa e...
Mettetele a nascondere la negra.
Per noi, la Caronia bianca.
He says the rock is white.
What?
Come on.
Yalla.
Yalla.
Yalla.
What?
Africa.
What?
Africa.
Where?
Go.
Yalla.
What?
Swim.
Yalla.
Yalla.
No.
No.
I don't want to.
Gate of
Europe, island of Lampedusa, Italy.
A monument for the migrants dead and disappeared
at sea.
Passport.
We don't have passports or any documents because
our boat sank.
EU.
EU, yeah.
This way?
Yeah.
EU?
EU?
EU?
Yes.
EU?
Get off me.
Hey, EU?
No, no, she's with us.
I'm sorry, she's...
That girl, she's with us.
I mean, that's blatant racial segregation.
Good line, bad line.
They get to leave.
You...
Hey, hey, hey.
Calm down.
It's fine.
I'm okay.
We're doing the best we can.
We lost contact with the mainland four days
ago.
We don't want to go back to Europe.
Ship sailing south only accepts citizens of African
countries.
Yes, of course.
Okay, come on.
There's got to be a way.
There's got to be a way.
Please.
Help us out, okay?
If the reason lies outside our jurisdiction, I'm
sorry.
Okay.
Look, I am a...
I'm a...
I recently made a very large charitable contribution
to charities that work all across Africa, the
places that we're talking about.
It was a total, selfless, charitable donation, and
I would normally never ask for anything in
return, but this is the situation.
And it's got to count for something.
That's not how he works here.
Well, look, have you got any food that
you can give us?
We haven't eaten properly for days.
Food is distributed first thing in the morning
on the field.
On the field, okay.
And what about somewhere to sleep?
What do we do about that?
And do you have face masks or PPE?
Like, something, man.
Come on.
We don't even have contraceptive injections.
Put her on your ear.
What's that?
Snail poison.
There's shining apples in the orchard.
Any idea how to get off this island?
I heard there's a ship to Tripoli tomorrow.
Do you know what it's like in Africa?
No one's escaped it.
Poorer countries, though, are resisting.
Wealthier ones, as bad as you are, are
the cities of burning.
Avoid at all costs.
I tried the boats yesterday.
They only take efforts.
What do we...
If you arrive, we'll stay on the beach.
Find some kind of shelter, anything.
And don't come out.
Hey, next time the nutty professor gives us
a reading assignment...
I'll read the f*cking cripples.
I think something might be about to happen,
maybe tomorrow morning.
I want you to know that I do
wish that things could have worked out differently,
you know?
I mean, I don't think I was in
the wrong, but I don't think you were
either.
And I need Anna to know that I
know that I have you.
You can help me out at all here,
Tony.
What do you want?
Looks like you finally have the rich husband
you always wanted.
What have you done?
Where's the contract?
I gave it to Pablo.
It's done.
It's done, Laura.
I don't want her to see.
Tell me why.
You showed me where it was.
The contract.
You showed me where it was.
And you knew that if I saw it,
I'd sign it.
You knew, so you showed me where it
was.
Tony, no.
It's okay.
Tony, I would never do that.
I would never...
It's okay, Laura.
It's okay.
I would...
It's okay.
It's okay.
Do you know that in the normal world,
I sincerely believed that she was better off
with me, but here...
I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
Will you please promise me that you'll keep
her safe?
Find some remote place far from here and
start again.
Keep our daughter safe.
Tony.
No, no!
Anna!
Anna!
Anna!
Anna!
Anna!
Anna!
Anna!
Anna!
Get off me!
Get off me!
Anna!
Please, please!
Please, get off me!
Please let me go!
Please!
Augh!
No!
Ahh!
Ugh!
Oof!
Oof!
Whoooo!
You each
have a map, if we get split up,
make your way to the meeting point.
Come on, come on!
Stop!
Stop!
Look, look there!
I see that!
Silence!
Stop talking!
Nana!
Asif!
Asif!
Asif!
Asif!
Stop talking!
Nora!
I'm sorry!
Nora!
Nora, we need to go!
We don't have time for this!
Nora!
She didn't want you to know, but it
was the only way we could stick it.
Bonsoir.
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