UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD THE TRILOGY
PART TWO
1999 was the year the Indian nuclear satellite went out of control.
No one knew where it might land.
It soared above the ozone layer like a lethal bird of prey.
The whole world was alarmed by America's determination to shoot it out of the sky.
Many experts predicted that this would trigger off other nuclear devices
in space and produce a much larger catastrophe.
While all this was happening,
Claire Tourneur was pursuing a man named Sam Farber around the world.
I was following in their wake.
Early one morning in November of 1999, I'd lost Claire's trace.
I'd been walking around Tokyo for hours until daybreak,
telling myself that if Claire had left my life, perhaps permanently,
I had no right to keep following her.
Then I realized, well I myself had been followed.
Come on, don't give up. We'll find her.
- "We?" - You and me.
Okay, me.
Want some tea?
Look...
I couldn't afford to pay you even if I wanted to. I'm sorry.
You can drive a car. You don't need to pay me.
Where would we be driving a car?
Where the opals come from.
Where is that?
Coober Pedy, South Australia. 95% of the world's opal's come from there.
Will you take their bags?
Enjoy your staying.
- They look tired. - They must have traveled long.
Yes.
Claire and Trevor had arrived in the mountain town of Hakon,
and had found a traditional inn, a ryokan.
They slept the whole night and through the next day, as well.
They had no way of knowing that, by chance, they had come to the right place.
The owner of the ryokan was Mr. Mori.
A man with a great passion for his herb garden.
Herbs.
SEVEN
Put them in a wet cloth, then put it on his eyes.
Domo arigato gozaimashta.
I will explain.
Every night one.
I understand. Thank you so much.
Herbs weren't the only gift Mr. Mori gave them.
He showed Claire his universe of mountains, trees and flowers.
Once he told her: "I have learned one thing"
"the eye does not see the same as the heart."
For the first time in her life Claire was fulfilled.
She was finally being of service.
I already know a lot about you.
I know about the camera...
I know you stole it.
My real name is Samuel Farber.
I'm the son of Dr. Henry Farber.
That camera... was invented by him.
The US government wanted it...
but he didn't trust the uses they'd put it to.
They're trying to steal it from us.
That camera...
takes pictures...
that blind people can see.
My mother is blind.
What I'm doing is collecting images...
for her to see.
All I want is for my mother to see...
and for my father to know that I love him.
You could have told me that before.
I love you.
- Have you ever been to San Francisco? - Oh, that's where we're going?
I have to record my sister, Elsa.
I've been there a few times. I'll take you to my favorite bar: Tosca's.
They serve brandy with hot chocolate.
- That sounds dangerous. - Not as dangerous as what you've been through.
What we've been through.
Are the indicators green yet?
Yes the indicators are green but they keep going red.
Just let your eye movements follow the computer.
The indicator grids will turn green. Start again.
And your mother could actually see what I see, Trevor? - Sam.
Sam.
The camera records what you see,
but it also records how your brain reacts
in response to what your eyes see.
It records the biochemical event of seeing.
The more you concentrate,
the more clearly the computer can read and transmit your experience of seeing.
This hurts like hell. My eyes are on fire already.
No wonder you were almost blind.
You like the red one? I don't believe it. You both agree?
- The windshield wipers work? - Windshield...
Do you work, buddy, huh?
Alright, somebody just show me some plastic and we all go home.
No, there's not going to be any plastic. We got cash.
- Hey, don't be an asshole, okay? - Don't call him an asshole.
I'll call him anything I want, mademoiselle.
No, no you won't. We want this car and we want to pay cash.
No one wants cash. Who wants cash? Bernie doesn't want cash!
- Well, I want to pay cash. - Hey, you give me cash, you put me in jeopardy.
Oh, no! You risk my life. You give me cash somebody puts a knife in my back.
They cut me open. They leave me bleeding!
I think you're exaggerating.
Oh, you think I am exaggerating?
Yeah, okay. Good. How's that! Come on, asshole.
Come on, make me rich. Give it to Bernie.
Oh, you wanna play? Get over there, you crazy cunt!
Oh, bonanza!
I'll take it all. What's in here?
Go on, get out of my lot, assholes!
Go on, before I call my pals at the precinct! The two of you deserve each other, you know that.
Get the hell out of here! Go on, get a credit card, asshole!
- Great, so you'll come to my house? - Elsa, we can't come over to your place.
You might still be under surveillance and I can't take the risk.
I can't tell you how feed up I am with all those secrets, and sciences and "us against the world".
I haven't been harassed for three years.
I don't want it to start again.
You have to do it for Mom! Just this one last time.
You'll be the last one to record. If you don't do it she'll never see you.
I'll find a safe place. I'll call you back. Is this number safe?
Sam, this is the accountant's line.
I'll get back to you.
I'll try Chico again.
According to the Pentagon, a nuclear explosion in space
would be harmless. But is that true?
In fact, many experts predict that such an explosion will set off
a chain reaction amongst the defensive satellites already deployed.
Just watch for the flash in the sky. This is Jim Haygood live from the UN.
Claire! Unbelievable, it was in the cards
Where are you calling from? San Francisco?
How do you know it?
A clayrvoyant told me everything this morning
Then you also know that you will lend me some money
She told me things that are even more unbelievable that this
Chico, I have no money. I'm in trouble.
If I understood, what you want is not my body, it's my money!
Who am I, your sponsor?
Come on, give me your address
Mission Bell Motel.
He's coming here.
- This is terrible. I feel so bad. - Why?
He wants to be my sponsor.
His fortune teller told him I would be the one to lead him to be "Top of the Pops".
Top of the Pops!
This is not funny.
We don't have enough money to buy a hamburger.
What?
Hey, get the fuck out of my face, okay?
Look, this is you!
You! Up! Get up! Get up!
What do you got, huh, Miss America? Wanna tell me about it?
I've got nothing. I'm not from here.
You got something and I want it. Don't move! Everybody's going down!
Claire?
Let's go. Quick!
Sam remembered Tosca's,
the bar Claire had mentioned which served brandy and hot chocolate.
The story goes he lived on these drinks for three days and three nights,
waiting for Claire.
He still carried the bag that she'd used to transport stolen money
from the south of France to Paris. It still had the tracer attached to it.
Chico had no trouble finding it.
- Where have you been? - Don't ask.
Never ask.
Our savior!
I always wanted to come to America!
Majestic. Fantastic, bam bing! Plastic America!
How did you find us?
I borrowed a car and I just tried all the bars.
No, it's no use.
I can't even focus.
I'm sorry, Elsa.
Go ahead, Elsa.
I'm so relieved.
I was so mad at you guys. I thought you were dead.
I was finally getting used to it.
It's so weird. That this is finally happening now.
I used to have a dream where Henry would give you back your sight
just like you always said he would. And then you'd...
see my face and there'd be something wrong with it and...
you would say: "No this is not my daughter".
Then I would say: "But I am. I am!"
I'm so happy that you'll see me.
Wish I looked better for you.
Five years ago, I was still good looking.
It's incredible.
Look at my face.
My mother will see my face.
Heidi,
come here.
- This is Heidi. - I'm five.
You ran away before she was born. She has your mouth, Mother.
It's unbelievable
Two days ago I was bored in Marseille,
and now we're going to Australia!
- Hey, what's your name? - Luther.
- You know how to drive, Luther? - Yeah, I know how to drive.
There's the key. It's a normal automatic.
- I see that. - This is your day!
This is my car?
- It works? - Yeah, it's working!
Australia, here we come! The blind will see! The lame will walk!
Walk this, you beautiful man!
Thank you.
You know how to drive this thing?
Look at this car. The man done gave me a car.
Have fun, Luther!
Yeah, I'll do my best! I hope it's got gas in it.
Chico's money got them out of America unnoticed
onto a Korean freighter leaving for Sydney.
The journey took three weeks.
It was a quiet trip, a sort of a honeymoon.
Claire still had no idea where they were going.
Sam wouldn't tell her.
For Chico, the trip was a little too quiet. So, he called a friend.
- Ah, Chico. - Hello, Raymond!
- Hello! So? - I'm happy to see you.
So? Tell me.
I'm on a Korean ship traveling from San Francisco to Sydney.
And you couldn't have done something easier?
- It's a long trip, a bit boring. - Then, what do you do?
I play cards with the crew.
- Did you win? - They're really strong, I don't always win.
- It will be deducted from your part. - No problems.
No problems? I'm in the hospital.
Oh, Raymond.
Why did you call me? What did you want to tell me?
If it's to tell me bullshit I'll hang up!
Raymond, too nervous!
It's not the mags. It's not the injectors. It's not the plugs.
- Gotta be the fuel pump. - Yeah, it's gotta be the fuel pump.
Have you got a...
7/16th? - That's him.
Hi, Claire. Guess what? I got the real estate agent to sell you the apartment
at the original price.
So, it's all yours if you still want it. But you must let me know by Friday.
Makiko, it all seems like a long time ago.
So much has changed. I'm in Australia now. Look!
You don't want to buy an apartment anymore, Claire?
No, I don't even know if I'm coming back.
But no matter where I go, I'll always keep you in my heart.
I'm searching.
Give me a minute.
I got her!
Claire Tourneur is making a credit card call
from a public phone in Coober Pedy, Australia. - I can't believe it!
Do you want mine, too?
She's right here in Coober Pedy ! She just made a phone call.
Winter, you really are a genius.
I've got a nose and I know where it goes.
So, what does your nose tell you? Where do we go? How do we find Claire?
This is a one horse town. We just drive around. We're bound to find her.
Full of dirt.
With the UN in complete disarray, the US has threatened to shoot the rogue satellite
out of the sky.
International reaction has been horrified at the unforeseeable consequences
of such an act.
David, this is futile. The rings are chipped.
I'm going to go see Adam. Maybe he's got another pump.
Trevor?
What is your name?
His real name is Farber.
Sam Farber, probably.
I wanted to put an end to the myth of Trevor McPhee.
As a direct consequence, bells started ringing all over the place.
As far away as Moscow, and as close as the local motel.
- Sam Farber. - Who's that?
See you later.
This guy, Burt, had been competent enough to be hired
by some opal miners to track down Trevor McPhee.
But he was way over his head when he tried to cash in in the search for Sam Farber.
Now let's have another yarn.
Creating a disturbance in a public place.
Is that so strange in Coober Pedy? That's no reason to put them in jail!
He's a famous writer, Eugene Fitzpatrick. A french writer. - I'm sorry.
Of course I've seen the camera. I've even operated it myself. I've done some recording in San Francisco.
So where is it now?
Where is it now? Where is it now?
His main tool was a truth drug. He just loved the truth,
he sought it all the time.
- Where is the camera?
No. English! Speak English.
It's there, in the bag right in front of you.
Cut it out!
Where is Sam Farber now?
Well, at least one of us is where we deserve to be.
You are so wrong!
If you were any more wrong, you would have ears growing out of your armpits.
I am neither a spy nor a jewel thief.
- What are you then? - You don't know?
You followed me all the way around the world and you don't know who I am?
If you hurt her... I'll kill you.
Chico, I don't know what I'd do without you, you know!
You're a strange guardian angel. At first I thought you were a pig.
First you have an accident then you get drunk.
- I can't stop talking. - Must be strong.
- I can't stop ! - Will you give some to me too?
Terrible.
Sam would want me to take care of this bag, okay?
Do you want a ride?
We're OK. She took some sleeping pills.
Claire?
Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
Chico... came in time.
The bag? Did you hide the bag?
David took the bag.
No problem. She's okay. She took some sleeping pills.
What did you do to your leg?
Claire, can you hear me?
It's you...
broken ladder.
Hey, son.
Just tell me where you are going. I want to be there.
No. No. I can't.
I'm sorry, but I can't.
Do you love him?
Yes, I do.
I hope he loves you.
Can you help me?
Sure, I'm a mechanic.
Where is your bag?
My bag is traveling separately.
See you!
Thanks, mate.
- Thanks what? - Thanks, mate.
I've got him on my tracer. Let's go!
Very good, Chico. Let's get going.
A couple of hours, you'll meet my mother and my father.
You can speak French with my mother.
They did it.
They shot down the satellite!
- My computer's wiped. - Mine, too.
All electro-magnetic circuits get wiped by a nuclear blast.
Computer memories, too. It's an EM effect.
It's the end of the world.
Bastards!
Two years of my life. Just wiped!
Oh, who cares about your work?
What do you think is going to happen to Goethe? Think about that!
Goethe. Gone forever.
Goethe? What the fuck would you know about Goethe!
What do you know about me? You think I am just a pigeon in a hole?
This is the end of the world.
No?
Tighten your seatbelt. We have to go down.
That's the last of it.
The country they moved through had already been abandoned years ago,
in the terrible droughts of the mid-90s.
There was no one around to confirm or deny their fears
but all phenomena, the stopped watched, the failure of the plane's engine
and all of it's electrical circuits
were consistent with only one thing: a nuclear blast.
They kept on moving with one destination: home.
Sustained by the belief that it was still there,
that Sam's mother and father were still alive.
The appearance of a hand-crank diesel vehicle
did not contradict the evidence of a nuclear blast
but at least they knew they were not the only people left on Earth.
In fact, it was the hand-cranked engine that saved the day.
It's David!
Yeah, and Buzzer.
Come on out!
Good luck to you, Gabriel.
- It was the nuclear satellite. - We know.
Gene!
- Is the camera okay? - Yeah.
Oh God, I'm glad to see you.
Thank God you're alive.
Hey Mr. Winter. Lots of missing persons, huh?
Sorry, Sam. We gotta get moving, mate. Could be radioactive anytime.
Has there been any kind of reading taken?
Nothing electric works. Without this hand-crank we'd be going nowhere.
These are bloody dangerous times, mate.
What's he singing?
He's singing the country.
The country is like their Bible.
It's like that tree is Jonah,
and that rock is the whale. Everything is part of a story.
He's the custodian of this stretch of the country,
of this part of the story.
If he doesn't keep it alive,
by telling it,
it'll die...
and so will he.
It was just then, as we ran before the fatal winds
that might bring about the actual end of the world,
that I realized that the loss of my novel had freed me.
Freed me to write it anew.
Not dwelling on the past, as I had done. But looking out into the future
So I started all over again and wrote down the new beginning:
"1999 was the year the Indian nuclear satellite went out of control.
No one knew where it might land.
It soared above the ozone layer..."
There's a car coming. Maisie !
- What happened to your legs? - Nothing, Mother.
I want you to meet Claire.
Claire Tourneur.
My mother.
Edith Mbtjana.
This is her sister, Maisie Mbtjana.
I'm very happy to meet you.
Terrible things happened.
But sometimes good things happen in dark times.
What are you two doing out here? You shouldn't be here.
That's what I've been telling her for the past three days. But she had an intuition.
You know my intuitions.
Let's get out of here!
The longer we stand here the more dangerous it is.
It's gotta be safer up the road at the Centre!
Maggie, Linda. It's good to be home.
Sam, is Claire behind?
You'll like it here, mate. They're a real friendly mob.
- You're alright, Edith? - Any readings yet?
No, not yet. How far away were you?
- 250 miles. - You're clean.
Mother...
You won't want to read the radiation cases
I've been reading up on. They almost give me nightmares.
- You're clean, Auntie. - Thank you.
This is our doctor, Lydia.
- Lydia, this is Claire. - Hello, Claire.
You're all clean.
Mr. Fitzpatrick...
Could you give me a hand, please?
Good ol' diesel.
Nice bag you got there, mate.
He's a pretty flashy character.
- Beautiful... - What about that bag?
Where are you from, anyway?
- Ireland. - Berlin.
I bet you've come a long way to get here. Should get on pretty good with the doc.
Farber, that is. Bit of a weirdo but, I suppose a lot of people around here are.
- Let me give you hand with your bags, mate. - It's okay.
Hurry up, Sam. I'll stay with Claire.
- You hurt your leg, boy? - Not bad. I can walk.
On the left at the back, you can see a grey metallic door.
That's the entrance to Henry's laboratory.
Farber !
I knew there was a pretty girl in it somewhere!
This is Claire Tourneur.
It is a great pleasure to meet you, Claire.
I completely forgive you for keeping us waiting.
Well...
Here's what you've been waiting for.
Finally, huh!
It's incredible. The computers at the Cultural Centre
are all wiped by this Indian stupidity! 35 languages, just gone!
But our digital tapes are untouched. Thank God.
Nice to see you, Father.
Oh, Sam. I'm sorry. I've become like my own father.
That's what happens when you get old, you see.
Well, you've been through a lot for us, Sam.
I know you think we take it for granted, but we don't.
So, get some rest. The second scene can wait.
No, let's do it now!
Sammy, you're injured.
- Sam, maybe you shouldn't rush it. - No, let's do it.
If he feels up to it, he may as well do it. So, Just give me a minute.
Farber, don't do this to him.
This one. My brother, Anton.
Obsessive man.
- What's wrong? - He's always been like this.
I always forget. I always behave badly.
- Doesn't he know what you've been through for him? - Probably not.
Then, someone should tell him.
The whole family's been through a lot.
But I'm the only one who got you.
Well then. What are we going to do with you mob?
You can't stay out here.
- Have to find you a place to stay. - It's very, very beautiful.
When my father went into hiding, the laboratory was built inside this cave.
Only the Mbantua people knew about it.
Without them, none of this would've been possible.
My father came here first 40 years ago, as a young ophtalmologist.
Just a minute.
Excuse me. I wonder if you'd mind if I borrowed the typewriter.
Sure you can. The kids only play with it, anyway. Come on.
The return of the writer
Wonderful!
This may startle you.
- Karl. - Sam.
This is the computer whiz
who first came with my father when they left the Sunset Institute in California.
He transferred and deleted all of Father's files from the Institute's computer.
Thanksgiving weekend. 1995.
Took three days and three nights.
He's a genius. When they came here they had nothing but 2000 gigabytes of memory and my goggles.
It took them four years, starting from scratch, to build this place.
Then, let's wait one more day.
- Sam, we're both so tired. - No. Lydia works here.
She keeps an eye on the medical side. Peter!
Peter is my father's skin brother. He is my aboriginal father.
It's good to have you with us, Claire.
Ned, Claire. Claire, Ned.
Video, electronics. You ask Ned.
Ronda, biochemist. She monitors the brainwaves during the experiment.
Are you ready?
- What does this mean? - You haven't seen this program before?
- No. - Well, we're working on this one now.
Oh, yeah.
Henry? Now, calm down.
And stay calm.
Okay, okay.
Kiss me.
Don't push him away this time. I'd rather never see anyone in our family.
I mean this.
I'd rather never see...
a single face than lose him again.
I hear you.
His is the face I most wanted to see.
And that's the gift you didn't think of giving me.
Please. It doesn't help us to become emotional now.
Alright.
If you're calm, I'm calm.
I'm calm.
How about a cup of coffee, Henry?
Oh, no. Caffeine is just what you don't need.
You can have lemon cordial.
- I've modified the PRZ. - You got that, Karl? 2 megabyte sample.
Are you ready, my mother?
Yes, Sammy.
- Then, let's do it. - Yes.
- Take care. - You, too. I love you.
Has someone got Sam a drink?
What's happening here? You can't do this today!
- Edith is too tired for this. - Tired? Edith Eisner? No.
This is Edith Eisner. I quote her biography:
Edith Eisner is tireless.
She sat up there on the track waiting for this young fella for three days.
Three days and three nights!
Sat through a damn nuclear catastrophe. That's the sort of woman she is. She is indestructible.
- Sam, do you have a drink? - It's okay, Mom.
Edith, why are you rushing this?
I'm fine, Maisie. Look after Sam.
You can die from this, sister!
I'd rather die from this than from anything else.
This is men's business.
It's Henry's and Sam's business. So it's my business.
Please, Maisie. Go. Go!
This is wrong! That old man's going to steal your dreaming one day!
This is none of your business, woman. Stay out of it!
Henry knows what he's doing. Let them see it through!
Where have you been, Lydia? He doesn't need crutches now.
Prepare him. 10 milliwatts. No, make it 20.
- Is Maisie alright? - Yeah, she's okay.
Silly bugger! You shouldn't be doing this now.
I don't believe this. I haven't seen these people for 14 years.
This is my sister-in-law, Irina. She's an extraordinary woman.
Here is Anton, my brother. He's 82... he's your brother, too! Peter.
- Incredible. - He needs a haircut.
God. 14 years!
What is she doing to him?
Relaxing him. That's laserpuncture.
He can't achieve maximum concentration unless the body is drained of all nervous energy.
- That's what I need. - Who doesn't nowadays.
Tic, tic, tic. Here comes the radiation.
When we touch the Earth, it's gonna kill us.
What's going on?
We are just about ready.
Primary image fully recovered, Dr. Farber.
- Move it into virtual? - Yes, go ahead. Ronda?
Everything's fine here.
Okay. Roll!
Do you mind?
Come here.
You see. The computer is now downloading the data from Sam's recording
in Berlin into our system.
Then Sam has to look at it again and the computer has to compare
the brain activity of the second seeing to that of the first one.
Thereby extracting only what is relevant to the image which then hopefully
will be transmitted into the receiving brain. Understand?
This is very, very disciplined work for the eyes.
I did some recording myself.
It's very exhausting.
Scanning procedure in five seconds.
Five, four, three, two, one, zero!
- Ned, it's messed up. - No, it's not.
Ned, did we have any of that last time?
Is that what she's seeing at the moment?
Oh, no. There is so much information for the computer to process...
Look. What he's looking at is about a minute ahead of what we're seeing on the big screen.
That's the amount of time it takes for the computer to re-establish all the information.
But that isn't very good.
We're not going to transmit that.
- Open it up all the way, Ned. - I already did!
It's gone back to green. He's tired.
No, it's gone back to red. It's not enough.
Has it started?
No. Still the recognition phase, Edith. Just wait.
Henry?
- Stay calm. - I'm always calm!
So this day is a great day in history
and your family is very proud
to be with you on this day when you see our faces.
I know I am talking too much.
- Anton, it's Edith this is for. Not Henry. - I'm coming to her.
Hello, dear Edith.
If only we could be with you and share this moment with you...
It wasn't as simple as just putting in a tape and playing it back.
Whoever had initially recorded the images had to see them again.
The first time the computer had recorded the act of seeing,
now it was reading the act of remembering.
In theory, these two grids of information, together with the actual video recordings of the event,
enabled the computer to translate these images into brainwaves again,
and to reproduce them in the blind person's visual cortex.
Dr. Farber! Very poor retention here. It's not even 20%!
We can't transmit that simulation. It would just upset her too much!
Ronda.
Brain activity unfocused. These waves are too low.
He's just not on it.
I've CRC'd the entire system. Nothing wrong on the inside.
His concentration is only red. It's not enough. You're only red!
Don't talk to me!
You'll abuse her, Henry!
You use your wife!
You use your son!
You use my people!
Empty your mind! Stop thinking!
Henry! You're making it worse.
I have nothing to work with. There's no check, no definition, no color!
Empty your mind, for goodness sake! Look only at the still point!
There's nothing but the still point!
Shit!
Well, there you are. It was crazy to do it when you were tired, Sam.
What did you say?
It's crazy to do it when you are tired!
However, in science there's always tomorrow.
Don't patronize me, you pathetic old man!
Pathetic old man? You just never could stand up to pressure, young man!
Stop acting like children.
Why don't I remember what you're like?
When you disappeared from America and I thought you were dead or in jail.
I lost a whole year of my life looking for you!
- What, I never said thank you, huh?
That's right, never! I lost my wife and my only child for you!
Sam, what could I have done?
You could have trusted me. You could have admitted you were wrong for once in your life!
That's enough. Stop it, both of you.
Sorry.
Every time I work with him I go wrong. Whatever I do. Every single time.
I'm sorry.
Didn't work, did it?
Bloody good thing, too.
What's wrong?
This whole journey... for nothing.
Good evening.
Charming chap, your new boyfriend.
You don't know what he's going through!
This is your son?
It hurts every time I see a small boy.
When I'm in an airport, I look at a little kid. My eyes well up with tears.
It's like a sickness.
It's ridiculous.
My arms ache to hold him.
Literally, here and here.
He is dead?
No.
No, he's just...
He didn't used to be like this. I mean he was always like this but...
there was something else, too.
He was always full of himself, but he could always find something to do for other people.
These people love him.
He helped them beat trachoma.
He worked his guts out to achieve that. And it was...
selfless.
But he's an egotist, and he's obsessed.
I'm like him. I'm obsessive.
I neglected my family,
my own wife and my child.
I broke up on a payphone, in Coober Pedy.
Nothing was worth shit, anymore.
When I did find my parents, with David's help, it was almost by accident.
And I was so angry with Henry I could've punched him in the nose.
After a while, I just wanted to get the hell out of here.
That's why I volunteered...
to record the tapes.
It wasn't because I'm a great guy.
I haven't been a nice guy in a long time.
I can't see the point of all this strutting and fretting.
We are all as good as dead.
Not in my book, we're not.
I'm not dead here and neither are you. I'm saving your ass, Winter!
Writing won't help.
Your stories won't help me.
Winter, the future is always a fiction.
I'm more worried about...
reality...
than fiction.
I'm worried about the present, Mr. Fitzpatrick.
The present will look after itself.
But it's our duty to realize the future with our imagination.
Holy Shit! You look like you've been through hell.
This must be heaven.
You're clean. No radiation.
Come on. I'll fix you up.
Christmas went by unnoticed.
Those nights in December of 1999 were filled with silent anxiety.
The radios gave nothing but static.
We did not know if the great cities of the world still existed,
if our parents, our children, our friends
were still alive, or burned or sick.
We all shared the same fears, but nobody dared talk about it.
END OF PART TWO
UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD