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(birds chirping)
(chirping)
(screeches)
(screeches)
(clank)
(screeches)
Duke?
Testin' our accommodations.
Well, sorry to bother you,
but Sam Verdreaux called.
He sounded good and sauced,
but he wants us to know
that he heard
some kind of a ***.
Like a car backfired?
Or a *** like Tommy Anderson
finally shot his wife?
He didn't specify.
But Sam's the only one
that called it in,
so I didn't want to overreact.
No.
You were right to get me, Linda.
Never know with this damn place.
(door bell jingling)
You off to the game
today, Big Jim?
No, I'm sitting this
one out, actually.
Aw. I thought
the whole town council
always rode that stupid float together.
(chuckles)
Working the lot today,
so the guys...
(grunts)
let me sit this one out.
Heavy is the head
that wears many hats.
I'm not sure that's quite
how that one goes.
We're having a big sale
on our pre-owns.
Hoping we're a little busier
than here, no offense.
Sunday mornings have been brutal
since they opened that Denny's
over in Westlake.
I'll take your French toast
any day of the week, Rose.
Jim...
what is this?
That's me buying your next vote.
Says the guy
who always runs unopposed.
We're all in this together.
(soft panting)
God!
(chuckles)
I know, right?
(panting)
No, you don't.
(sighs)
- Angie...
- Huh?
I love you.
Yeah.
It's been a fun summer.
Ouch.
Junior, we both
know what this is.
And you go back to
school in a few days.
No, I'm not.
I'm, uh...
I'm dropping out.
I dropped out. I'm done.
Are you insane?
You've never been.
Trust me, college
is just another...
lame-*** pyramid scheme.
They hand you a free ride out
of this place, and you just
- throw it away? Please don't.
- This-this is about us. This is not about...
- No, Angie, just listen to me for
a second, all right? (Sighs) - I...
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey.
I have loved you
since the third grade.
You're the only person
in the whole world
who knows the real me.
And that's why
I can't be with you.
Look, I'm gonna
be late for work.
Why are you acting like this?
- Hey.
- Ow!
(panting)
(Angie sighs)
(goat bleats in distance)
Mrs. Grinnell?
Julia Shumway.
You wanted to see me in person?
So you're the newspaper woman?
I'm the new editor
of The Independent, yeah.
But if you're just having
a problem with your delivery,
- you can go ahead and...
- I get my news online, sweetheart,
like everybody else.
I called you
because I got a tip.
About what?
(vehicle approaching)
See that truck?
That's its fourth propane
delivery this week.
Last week, it made six.
Looks like someone's planning
one hell of a barbecue.
Or...
(imitates explosion)
Y-You think this might be
connected to terrorism?
Like they say,
"See something, say something."
Why tell me? Why not the police?
I called Sheriff Perkins
three days ago. He...
said he'd look into it.
Turns out everything's
above board.
Town hall is just restocking
its emergency reserves.
Here's the thing:
when Duke told me,
he sounded nervous.
Believe me,
that man's never sounded nervous
a day in his life.
Okay.
I'll do some digging.
MRS. GRINNELL:
Whatever you find...
...you leave my name
the hell out of it.
(engine roaring,
tires screeching)
Where the hell are they
taking all our trucks?
Over to Westlake.
It's parade day.
(truck horn honking)
I love you, too, Rusty!
(horn honks)
DUKE:
Never understand
why you said yes
to one of those meatheads.
'Cause their insurance policy
makes ours look like crap.
(engine revving)
MAN: No!
I'm headed back now.
Hey, listen...
so, we got a problem here.
Your guy...
"Smith" shows up,
he doesn't have the money
and then he tries
to renegotiate.
Aggressively.
Hey.
I gotta call you back.
Incoming.
No front tag.
This is 102.
Can you run a plate for us?
Boy Adam Boy,
One Six Two.
(man shouts)
(tires screeching)
(grunting)
(cows mooing)
(sighs)
Perfect.
(distant rumbling)
(cows mooing)
(crows cawing)
(rumbling grows louder)
(car alarms wailing)
Whoa, guys, wait.
(church bells ringing)
(door creaks)
(wind chimes tinkling)
(wind whooshing,
rumbling continues)
(lamp shatters)
(grunts)
(shouts)
(grunting)
Duke...
(deep whirring)
(cows mooing)
(cow moans)
(panting)
(zapping)
(man shouts)
(groans)
(cows mooing in distance)
(deep whirring)
(gasps)
(flies buzzing)
YOUNG MAN:
You okay?
I saw your car spin out.
(flies buzzing)
Wh-What happened?
Whoa.
Hey. No. Don't touch that.
(zapping, deep whirr)
Holy crap.
What is it?
What the hell?!
- Are you sure you're okay, Duke?
- Yeah. Yeah.
My damn pacemaker.
Must've skipped a beat.
And that's supposed
to make me feel better?
I'm fine.
(radio static)
WOMAN:
We have a problem here.
- All our landlines are dead.
- Okay.
- Freddy here.
- Paul here.
One at a time, geniuses.
Freddy, you go first.
Sorry, Duke. We've got a downed
power line over by the clinic.
Paul?
Yeah, same story across town
at the Food Mart.
- Sparks and everything.
- What could cause that?
A twister?
(plane flying overhead)
(low buzz, whirr)
(low buzz, whirr)
It's some sort
of invisible fence.
Like those ones for dogs?
Whatever it is,
I'd probably stop touching it.
It only zaps you the first time.
It's like some sort
of static electricity
or...
(thud)
Necks are snapped.
(plane flying overhead)
This thing must be crazy high.
(rumbling, whooshing)
(metal creaking)
Go! Run! Run!
What the hell is happening?
(panting)
God Almighty,
what are we looking at?
SALESMAN: Looks like a prop
plane just exploded in midair.
A plane crash?
In Chester's Mill?
(tires screeching)
Is your phone getting
any service?
Got nothing.
Let me see that.
It's Mrs. Sanders.
From the bank.
She sponsored our
Little League team.
No.
- No, no, no.
- Hey!
Hey! Stop the truck!
- Wait-- if it crashes through, you're dead.
- Stop! Stop!
Stop the truck!
Stop!
Why can't we hear the sirens?
No, no, no, stop!
(mutters)
- What are you doing?
- Tell 'em to...
call the FAA.
- The Feds?
- Yes.
- They got to shut down this whole airspace.
- Uh, okay,
what if the government
built this thing?
I doubt it.
Why?
(panting)
'Cause it works.
(generator whirring)
MAN: Sorry for the radio silence, folks.
Generator's cooking
and we're up and running again.
I'm Phil Bushey,
and you're listening to WYBS,
the Mill's only 100%
independent home of rock.
- Phil.
- (sighs) Dodee, hey.
We're the only thing
on air right now--
AM, FM, anywhere.
Yeah, the blackout, I know.
No, even if that
were statewide,
every station our size has
its own generator, so...
why is the whole dial
still static?
I don't know.
But our ratings
are gonna be amazing.
(tires squeal)
DUKE: What the hell
happened here?
Sheriff Perkins!
The plane smashed right into it.
I was almost killed.
Th-This man saved my life.
Slow down, son.
Slow down.
You hurt?
Uh, no, I think...
I think something just, uh,
ipped me on the way down.
LINDA:
Why aren't the guys
putting out the fires?
DUKE:
You saw it crash.
Into what?
I don't know, but, I mean,
whatever this thing is,
it is big.
YOUNG MAN:
It's like a wall.
You just can't see it.
Rusty.
Rusty.
I don't think he can hear you.
(zap, deep whirr)
God!
Baby, you okay?
I-I can't hear you.
(firefighters clamoring)
(light buzz)
Step away from there, Linda.
I don't understand.
What is it?
(vehicle approaching)
(brakes squeak)
Watch your step, Jim.
That's Chuck Thomson's
plane, isn't it?
Not anymore.
PAUL: (over radio)
Hey, Duke?
We got a real bad accident
on Pretty Valley.
Duke, it's Freddy.
I've got one, too,
over on Motton.
A minivan versus...
I don't know what,
but the thing's flat as a dime.
Whole family's DOA.
LINDA:
Whatever it is,
it cut off all our roads.
Not just the roads...
the whole town.
We're trapped.
BIG JIM: Okay, here's what
we got: There's 19 roads
going in and out
of Chester's Mill.
Not including the dirt ones.
Joe, would you go home
and stay there?
DUKE: Paul and Freddy
are setting up
roadblocks here and over here,
but it's gonna take some time
to button up the whole town.
BIG JIM:
Eh, do what you can.
I got a contingency plan.
(car door opens)
No, no, no, Julia.
This is a crime scene.
JULIA: No. Plane falls out
of the sky, that's news.
Hey! I'm the ranking official here,
and I'm ordering you to leave.
Jim!
We got bigger fish to fry.
Linda, you commandeer
Ms. Shumway's vehicle.
We'll cover more ground
splitting up.
What the hell? That's my car!
(sheriff's cruiser
engine starts)
(engine revs, tires screeching)
(siren wailing)
Who the hell are you?
(Julia's car revs,
screeches away)
Barbie.
People just call me Barbie.
Barbie?
It's a nickname.
Anyway, I'm not your story.
Then why don't you show me
what is.
(bell dings, pump clicking)
- Am I doing something wrong?
- Power's out, Carolyn.
Cashier said the pumps will be
back on soon.
"Chester's Mill
"is known for its rich,
fertile land
and warm, inviting people."
Please, these jerks don't even
have orange juice.
Guy said we'd have to wait
till the next delivery.
CAROLYN: Alice, you didn't take
your insulin without eating.
- I'll be fine. I got a candy bar.
- No... (chuckles)
You need real food, honey.
We'll stop at that
diner we passed.
Mom, seriously, can we please
drive somewhere else?
I refuse to have
my last meal here.
Norrie, you're not going
to your execution;
- you're going to camp.
- Camp?
It's like a glorified prison
for screw-ups with rich parents.
ALICE:
It's a great program,
Norrie, and as soon
as they say you're ready,
- you can come home again.
- Los Angeles.
(sarcastically)
Awesome.
(siren wailing,
tires screeching)
We can stop for lunch later.
(engine starts)
(buzz, deep whirr)
Where the hell
did it come from?
I have no idea.
If this thing just appeared
out of thin air,
you think maybe
it'll disappear, too?
Yeah, maybe.
(buzz, deep whirring)
You think we might be
stuck in here a while.
I think that even if what's
wrong suddenly becomes right,
the Army's
gonna quarantine this place.
So you're military, huh?
Not recently.
WOMAN: (panting)
Help me.
Help me.
Help... me.
JULIA:
How did she...
She must've been reaching across
when that thing came down.
JULIA:
It's-it's okay. My husband's
a doctor. We're gonna get you
to the hospital.
(grunts)
I can't even grab
a regular broadcast signal.
Phil, something bad
is going on out there, okay?
It could be solar flares
disrupting the entire grid.
Dodee!
The cable is out-- it doesn't
mean it's the end times.
When roving packs of mutants
start swarming this place,
don't say I didn't tell you.
(pounding on door)
BIG JIM: Hey!
This is Councilman Rennie!
Open the damn door!
PHIL: I'm not supposed to let
anyone inside while we're broad...
(grunts)
DODEE: What the hell? You better
have a warrant or we're gonna
sue your *** for...
Young lady,
you're gonna let me make
an emergency broadcast right now
or someone's gonna die.
♪ I wish I were a Beatle
♪ I wish I were
a Rolling Stone ♪
(song playing over radio)
♪ I wish I'd always turn up
♪ I wish I had nowhere to run
♪
(over radio)
This is an emergency broadcast.
So please pay careful attention.
My name is Councilman Rennie.
Uh, Big Jim Rennie.
But this isn't a car commercial.
Please stop what you're
doing and listen.
We have a serious situation
in town, and it's very important
that every driver
listening to my voice
stops their vehicle now.
You're the one who's addicted.
I use my phone for work, not
for sending naked pictures of
- myself to random boys.
- For the millionth time,
- that was an accident.
- That's what you said
when you knocked
out that girl's tooth.
BIG JIM: Once again, every car
needs to pull over immediately.
This is not a drill.
Did you hear that?
I can't tell you
if what happened is an act
of terror or an act of God,
but I'll keep everyone updated
as we learn more.
It's just some stupid
viral marketing thing, Mom.
Norrie's right.
There are other people
on the road.
It's probably
just some stunt...
(screaming)
(brakes squealing)
ALICE:
Is everyone all right?
No.
Nothing about this...
is all right.
Norrie?
Norrie! Are you okay?!
Keep her head up.
The pink stars...
are... falling.
The pink
stars...
are... falling...
in lines.
The pink stars are falling
in lines.
(engine revving)
Mom?
Ange, where
the hell is Mom?
You're the one
who lives here.
Where's Dad?
- Still on the road.
- You're sure?
A guy at the diner said
there might have been
a chemical spill.
I was worried
it was Dad's truck.
I came here as
fast as I could.
Joe, what is it?
Mom's having brunch
with Uncle Steve at Denny's.
And?
Angie, Denny's is in Westlake.
So what?
That's on the other side
of this thing.
We're on our own.
(sirens blaring, horn honking)
- Let's go!
- Okay!
(sirens blaring, woman screams)
(indistinct,
overlapping chatter)
MAN:
Let's go!
MAN 2:
Fracture over here, guys.
MAN:
Mrs. Shumway, thank God.
- Is the doc with you?
- He's not here?
Peter always works Sundays.
Ma'am, your husband hasn't
worked Sundays in weeks.
He probably just went home.
I should go check on him.
(crow cawing)
REPORTER: The governor
contacted you?
REPORTER 2:
We just need some answers.
What's caused this?
Please, we need some ans...
(chatter stops)
(no audio)
WOMAN:
We need a wheelchair over here.
(car engine starts,
indistinct chatter)
MAN:
A little help?
Can I bum one?
Yeah.
(siren blaring)
Little young to be a nurse,
aren't you?
Just a lowly candy striper.
So, you saw
whatever did all this?
I mean, what there is
to see, yeah.
Some of the patients
are saying it's like we're...
stuck in a giant fishbowl.
I used to have fish.
Goldfish. (laughs)
But then, one of them got sick,
and the other one...
The other one ate him.
Did you even know
they did that?
Goldfish?
Want something for that?
I just want to get out of here.
Yeah.
You and me both.
CAROLYN: Help!
(tires squeal)
Please, we need help!
Our daughter's had
some sort of episode.
It was a damn seizure, Alice.
Come on,
let's get her looked at.
Watch your head.
- All right.
- All right.
Just go in right there.
(siren blaring in distance)
(brakes squeal;
dog barks in distance)
Looks like a ghost town in here.
BIG JIM: Yeah, no word from
anyone else on the council yet,
but, uh, I should be able
to hold down the fort.
It's easier to reach consensus
when there's only one voice
to listen to, right?
(chuckles)
Anyway, I appreciate what
you did on the radio today.
You saved some lives.
Ah, just doing my job and all.
How your men holding up?
We're spread thin
since most of them
are at the damn parade,
but we'll soldier on.
Well, for now you will,
but, uh, what happens
if this thing lasts
for days or-or weeks?
Well, we might need more
manpower to maintain the peace.
What are you getting at, Jim?
Well, during emergencies,
uh, councilmen have the power
to authorize additional
police officers.
The last thing
this mess needs is
amateurs with badges.
Till I hear otherwise
from the mayor or above,
you're not authorizing anything.
Understood.
Good.
What do we do when the people
start asking about the propane?
Well, that has nothing
to do with this.
Oh, I know that, but some people
might find it hard to swallow
that we just happened
to be stockpiling fuel
right before a disaster.
So, should we tell them
the truth?
That's your business.
I have no idea what the hell
you wanted with all that crap.
Oh.
(chuckles)
Please.
You were more than happy
to turn a blind eye, but...
you're not dumb.
I did what I had to do
to keep this town from going
broke, to keep it safe.
Oh, careful, Duke.
You don't want
to put too much stress
on that bum ticker of yours,
now, do you?
- Are you threatening me?
- Oh, just
reminding you
what the lay of the land is.
We're all in this together.
Regular receivers
can't pull a signal
through whatever
has-has cut us off,
but I once used our broadcast
tower like a giant antenna
to pull feedback loops
for my band's cover album.
Dodee, just tell
me what you heard.
This.
(indistinct, ethereal voice)
It sounds alien?
(indistinct voices, static)
Sounds more Bjork.
It-it comes and goes like that.
Sometimes it's music, sometimes,
cell phone conversations.
It just...
MAN: Army Corps of Engineers'
best guess puts the dome
over Chester's Mill
at roughly, uh, 20,000 feet...
(static, ethereal voices)
Did he just call it a dome?
Yeah.
(crickets chirping)
(rustling in grass)
JUNIOR: Sorry. I didn't mean
to sneak up on you like that.
I'm Junior.
Hey, um...
do we know each other?
Doubt it.
You sure?
I don't know. Something about
you just looks so familiar.
(whistles)
I'm talking to you, dumb ***.
Look... I don't know
what I did to *** you off,
but I promise you,
you don't want
to start something here.
What if I do?
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
Everything all right out here?
Hey, Mrs. S.
Yeah.
Everyone's been
very welcoming.
JUNIOR:
Be seeing you.
What the hell
was that about?
I have no idea.
Any word from
your husband?
He wasn't back home,
so... now, I've been checking
all the roadblocks.
This was the last one.
At least he wasn't one
of the crashes.
What about you?
Where you off to?
(sighs) Oh, the motels are
all booked up, so,
I'm just gonna rough it.
Don't be ridiculous.
You can stay with Peter and me.
Uh, no.
No, no, no, no, no. I...
Linda said you saved
a kid's life today.
I'm not about to let you
sleep out here like an animal.
Come on. I insist.
(party music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
BOY:
McAlister.
It's Ben-- Ben Drake
from AP English?
- Hey, man.
- Hey,
so is it true--
are you seriously home alone?
Man, your house parties
are gonna be sick.
So, have you touched
the force field thing?
Whatley says it's straight
out of Star Trek.
You looking for something?
Yeah, an off switch.
This thing couldn't have just
appeared out of thin air.
Whatever it is--
it's got to have
its own power source, right?
I guess.
What if that power source
was somewhere in here with us?
Maybe it's somewhere nearby,
distributing juice
to the entire thing.
Joe?
Joe!
The pink stars are falling.
You all right, man?
The pink stars are falling
in lines.
Hey, let's get some help!
Help, someone help!
The pink stars are falling.
- Get over here right now!
- The pink stars are falling in lines.
Hey, hey!
(dog barking in distance)
(screams)
If you do everything
I say, I promise
you won't get hurt, okay?
(screams)
Help, help, help, help!
Angie, I'm...
I'm so sorry, Ange.
I didn't want it
to go like this.
(indistinct chatter)
(quiet, indistinct
conversations)
I'm afraid I...
I have some hard news.
Some folks are still
unaccounted for,
but it looks like
Chester's Mill...
lost 12 of her own today.
(gasping and murmuring)
ROSE:
Duke...
what the hell is going on?
Isn't it obvious?
We're under attack.
DUKE: Nobody knows
a damn thing,
so there's no point
in spreading any rumors.
Please, our daughter is sick.
We need to get her
to a real doctor.
I mean, even if they can't
knock that wall down,
they can still airlift
her out of here.
Well, I don't know, but
if those eggheads out there
can drop a car on Mars,
they sure as hell
can figure this out, too.
When everybody gets home
tonight,
I want you to check
on your neighbors,
and if anybody needs anything,
you know where to find me.
(gasps)
(keys jingling)
(door unlocking)
Hey, Angie.
Help!
Somebody help me!
Somebody help me!
- Stop it, quiet down, stop.
- Oh, God, please help me!
Stop!
Save your voice, babe.
Okay? No one can hear us
all the way down here.
Down?
My dad's old fallout shelter.
He's always been a little
paranoid about security,
but... you're safe now.
What are you talking about?
I finally
figured it out--
why you were acting
so strange this morning.
It's all connected.
(sighs)
I know how this
must look, but...
I swear, in the long run,
you're gonna thank me for this.
Oh, my God,
you've lost your mind.
No, no.
I'm the only person
who understands
what's really going
on around here.
All I ask for...
is patience.
Let go of me!
Let go of me!
Let me out of here!
Get me out, get me out!
Junior! Junior!
(screams)
MAN:
Junior.
Dad.
Where you been?
Heard you on the radio.
It sounded
like we might need
the old shelter,
but it's completely flooded.
Oh, tha-that's the least
of our worries.
All that matters
is you're okay.
Whatever this is,
I want to help.
I appreciate that,
but you got school...
School is out there, I'm here,
and I want to help.
♪
Honey, are you home?
How do you guys have power?
Backup generator.
Big Jim convinced my husband
it would be a tax write-off
when we moved in here.
That's Peter behind you.
(sighs)
You must think I'm an idiot.
Wha-What do, what do you mean?
Journalist who doesn't know
what's going on
under her own nose.
I'm sure
the whole town's thinking it.
My husband isn't here
because he's having an affair.
They don't know him like I do.
He'll turn up, you'll see.
I can't wait to meet him.
Come on, I'll give you
the nickel tour.
I was supposed to be
with Rusty today, at the game.
Told him if we were ever
going to afford a honeymoon,
we both had to put
in more overtime.
(sighs)
Why Chester's Mill?
Why us?
Maybe we're being punished.
Sorry?
You're good police, Linda.
But...
there's a lot I've tried
to protect you from
about this place.
Like what?
(sighs)
Little over a year ago,
I was approached about...
(gasping)
Duke...
My chest.
Duke, is it your pacemaker?
(grunts)
(screams)
Duke, don't!
Duke, Duke!
Help!
Officer down! Officer down!
Help!
Duke, come on,
stay with me, Duke.
Duke, stay with me.
Help u...!
♪
(soldier shouts indistinctly)
MALE REPORTER: We've spoken
with the government,
law enforcement, the military.
No one has any idea
what's going on.
The closest I can come
to an answer is to share
with you the words of one
scientist we spoke to today.
He told us, and I'm quoting,
"This is an unparalleled..."
FEMALE REPORTER: "This is an
unparalleled event in human history."
Those are not the words
of comfort,
not to the nation or the world,
certainly not to the people
of Chester's Mill,
who appear to be trapped.