The hell is this place?
Hello?
Aw, hell.
You're awake.
She's awake!
Sarah.
Did you just say what I think you said?
Welcome back.
How long was I out?
Two days.
These readings are off the charts.
What the hell did this thing walk through?
You didn't get anything on you, right?
Mm.
It shouldn't have gotten past the gate.
Unless somebody left it open.
I closed it.
Are -- Are you sure, Daniel?
Yes.
No. I don't think so.
Sorry, uh, where are we?
It's called Fort San Vicente.
Least it used to be.
Decommissioned in the '60s,
and then some rich guy bought it,
turned it into a B&B.
How'd I get here?
Last thing I remember, the bombs went kablooey,
the chopper was spinning, and --
The engine overheated.
The pilot had to set it down a few miles short.
The pilot. Yeah. Right.
Who the hell was that, Al?
It's better if you don't know.
You're not the only one she's not telling.
- Mm. It was a pretty rough landing.
You hit your head and got knocked unconscious.
Jacob and I -- we pulled you from the chopper,
then we - carried you here. Past the dead.
So many dead.
Luci and I stabilized you
and patched you up as best we could,
but Jacob's really been keeping an eye on you.
Yeah.
He's out marking the east boundary now,
but, well, he'll be happy to see you back on your feet.
Where's Wendell? He make it here?
He...
He what? What?
We haven't heard from him since he left the dam.
We've been searching for him,
but the only thing we've found so far is this.
What are we sitting here for?
Let's -- Let's go find him.
Hey, Hey, hey, hey.
You don't want to do that.
He's right. It's not safe.
I'd step aside, if you want to keep your teeth.
We already searched the safe zone.
If you go past it,
you will end up like that Cesium-laced corpse.
Cesium?
It's more dangerous out there than we imagined.
The pilot already gave us
just enough courses of Prussian Blue
for a few of us to have a shot at getting out of here.
If you just burn one up --Burn this.
Hey! Sarah, you don't understand!
If you go out there, you will die!
No, you don't understand!
However hard you think you looked,
I will look harder.
He's alive.
And I will find him.
Wen, can you hear me?
I've been trying every channel on this damn radio.
Hey, Wen, it's me again.
Wen, if you can hear me, give me a sign.
If you're out there, Wendell,
I want you to know, I'm still looking.
Alright, bro.
I'll be riding the airwaves again tomorrow.
Over and out, buddy.
Somebody there?
Wendell?
Sarah? Is that you?
Who is this? Morgan.
Momo?
That's what we're calling the baby.
Wh-- Whose baby?
Oh, um, it's a long story.
Morgan, I gotta tell you,
hearing your voice is music to my ears.
Yeah, it's good to hear yours, too.
I thought you were dead.
No, I'm alright. Grace, too.
But what happened to Wendell?
I caught the end of your broadcast.
Yeah, that's what I'm trying to figure out.
Where are you?
You haven't heard from him, have you?
No. We've been holed up in The Pennsylvania.
Where are you?
With Daniel, Luci, Wes, Charlie, Jacob, and Al.
Al?
Yeah, she saved our keisters.
Tell me where you are. I'll come to you.
I'm at a lookout point.
Uh, a few miles from a spot called Fort San Vicente.
I'd steer clear, though, Morgan.
Uh, things look good in our immediate vicinity,
but we think one of the warheads was a dud.
It's leaking like a sieve somewhere near here.
Morgan, you there?
Morgan?
Yes. Alright.
Come on.
Come on, come on!
Shit in a sandbox.
And who might you be?
Someone here?
Rufus!
Hey, buddy.
Hey, how'd you get here, huh?
Where's Momo?
Here you go.
There you go.
Step away from my brother.
Who the hell are you?
What's your brother's head doing in a box
with my friend's name on it?
Your friend's head was meant to be in that box,
not my brother.
Your brother was the psycho who tried to kill Morgan?
His name was Emile.
And Mr. Jones killed him.
I'm sure he deserved it.
What's your beef got to do with me?
Been tracking you for days.
You're the one who's gonna help me find Mr. Jones.
Tough to do when you don't know where he is.
I heard you on the radio.
He's in The Pennsylvania.
Is that a hotel?
Restaurant?
Whatever it is, you're gonna take me there.
Shoot me if you want, asshole.
I don't rat out my friends to human guillotines.
I'd reconsider it - if I were you. - And why is that?
Because I'm the only hope you got of finding your brother.
How do you know about Wendell?
I told you.
I heard what you said.
I suggest you accept my offer,
unless you want your brother to wind up like mine.
You can find him?
I found you, didn't I?
It's more than just blood I share with Emile.
When I need to find somebody, I will stop at nothing,
and I do mean nothing, until I find them.
Morgan Jones in exchange for your brother.
Tell Mr. Jones to meet us outside the rest stop...
-...off Exit 74 - A at dawn tomorrow.
We find Wendell first.
That's what I intend.
I work fast.
What happens to Morgan?
You're asking the wrong question.
You should be asking what's gonna happen to Wendell
if you don't accept my terms.
Morgan, you copy?
What makes you so sure he went this way?
Only place I haven't checked.
If I get exposed,
you're giving me some of those pills you got.
Same goes for Rufus.
Hell no.
I only swiped enough for me and my bro.
I don't even know your name, amigo.
I agreed to help you find your brother.
I didn't agree to die for him.
- The name's Josiah. - Sarah Rabinowitz.
Well, Sarah Rabinowitz...
...it's time for me to get to work.
I don't think you're gonna find him in there.
I will if they ate him.
How long has he been missing?
78 days.
And you still think he's alive?
Wendell's a fighter.
I warn you, if he's dead,
we might not find him.
The dead can cover a mile and half an hour,
up to 36 miles in a day.
If your brother's a dead man walking,
he could be as far as Spokane.
"Dead man walking."
Wen will love that.
He hasn't taken a step in almost 40 years.
Been in a wheelchair since he was a kid.
Well, that there narrows our search radius.
Do you have anything that belongs to him?
Yeah.
Rufus is a cadaver dog.
He can smell the living and the dead.
Attaboy.
Here. Go find.
Should we follow?
We'll give these two their proper rest first.
Things would go a helluva lot quicker
if we didn't have to bury
every skinbag we shunked along the way.
Dead should be treated with respect.
Besides, the readings are still safe.
If you respected the dead,
you wouldn't be toting around your brother's head in a box
like a goddamn pet rock.
Don't talk about my brother.
Look, I get it.
Wendell and I -- we're twins, too,
but you got to think about what he would want.
I made him a promise.
He ain't gonna hold you to it.
And I will not bury him until it is kept.
You're so full of shit.
Driving around in a search and rescue SUV,
and all you're looking to do is kill.
Using a dog ain't even yours
to help you do that killing.
You don't know a damn thing about me.
Oh, I know a stone-cold psycho when I see one,
and I see you, asshole.
You so fear the loss of your brother
that you offered me Morgan Jones' life in exchange,
and you got the nerve to stand there and call me crazy.
Not just crazy.
You're a dead man.
What makes you think
you're gonna be able to do what your brother couldn't?
When you've endured what I have,
it makes you capable of things you never thought possible.
Come on, now! Get out!
Get! I said get!
Get out of here!
Don't move!
Hang on, now! I didn't do nothing.
You put my dog in danger.
For that alone, I should kill you.
He came at me.
And I intend to find out why.
Mask off.
- No way. - Readings are clean.
And I'm not asking.
What have you got in there?
More.
Like them.
Any of these Wendell?
Mnh-mnh.
What the hell are you doing with 'em?
What happened to their clothes?
I'm just supposed to spread them around.
Why?
If Rufus wasn't interested in them,
he must've been interested in you.
Strip.
Just like you do to them.
Whoa, whoa.
- He's hiding something. - Maybe, but --
Do you want to find your brother or not?
Strip.
Now!
You recognize this?
It's got Wendell's scent on it.
Show us where you found it.
This is what you do?
Herd them, strip them of all their worldly possessions?
Something like that.
You're a real twisted piece of shit, you know that?
He's not here.
What?
His chair.
That's his chair.
Where is he? Who?
The man who was in that chair.
The skinbag who was tangled in it?
Eh, he was no use to me.
He's probably crawling somewhere around here,
if you want to look.
Stop him!
Hey! No!
We need to get out of here.
Move!
Sarah? You copy?
I'm on my way to the rendezvous.
Tell me what this is about.
Are you okay?
Sarah, do you copy?
Will you please tell me what the hell is going on?
What the hell are you doing?!
Have you lost your mind?!
We had a deal.
I kept up my end.
He's dead.
You know it. I know it.
We're done!
Shit.
What?
That.
That God damn warhead.
We gotta get out of here.
Where the hell's my mask?
You have asthma? No.
Do your ribs hurt? Maybe you punctured a lung.
I didn't puncture shit!
Well, then, maybe you're just having a panic attack.
Breathe.
We are 50 feet from an open warhead,
and I just found out my brother died.
If your brother was dead,
you wouldn't have gone looking for him in the first place.
We will get out of here.
I promise.
It's what I do.
Or what I used to do.
The hell are you talking about?
I was a park ranger.
Search and rescue, for 15 years.
It's only a matter of time before more dead show up.
We're not gonna be able to do this on our own.
You gotta call Morgan.
Why? So you can put his head in a box?
'Cause we'll both die.
Well, then, you call somebody.
All that time,
I only ever had to be rescued once myself.
I can't call them now,
'cause they're in this SUV.
Bet it had nothing on this.
Emile and I were out -- searching for some hikers
that had got trapped in a forest fire.
I twisted my ankle.
Wound up in the heart of the burn zone.
I didn't think there was any way in hell
I was gonna get out of there alive.
The other rangers,
they said that it was too dangerous, too late.
Emile -- he wouldn't listen to them.
He was determined.
Still, no matter how hard he fought,
how hard he looked,
he just kept getting trapped in the smoke.
We both did.
How'd he find you? He didn't.
It was Rufus.
Later on, he told me
he knew I was alive the whole time.
He said he could feel my heart beating across the woods,
and I thought it was a bunch of bull when I heard it.
'Til the day that I felt mine stop.
And I knew he was gone.
I didn't need to see it.
I just knew.
Maybe sounds crazy to you, huh?
That's what you meant when you said
I wouldn't be looking for him if he was dead.
You'd feel it.
You'd know it.
We can still find him.
Morgan, you there?
Morgan, I'm in a little bit of trouble.
About a mile south of the rendezvous.
Morgan, did you hear me?
You ready to honor our deal?
We're gonna keep looking for Wendell,
but you ain't gonna kill Morgan.
And why is that?
Because you're not a killer.
You're just all mixed up because of your bro.
Just like I was...
when I saw Wendell's chair.
That wasn't me back there
leaving you to die like I did.
And this ain't you.
Morgan, did you hear me?
It's pretty safe to say that thing ain't working.
More of them.
It's time to take our chance.
Morgan!
I killed you.
I cut your head off.
Morgan Jones.
Josiah, no!
Hey!
I'm here!
Waited a long time for this.
Josiah, you're not a killer!
I'm not gonna kill you.
My brother is.
I made you a promise,
and now I can finally keep it.
No.
What have I done?
How's he doing?
He's hurting pretty bad.
Beans are his favorite.
I thought they might bring him some peace.
I am so sorry, Josiah.
You didn't do this.
I did.
He doesn't deserve this.
He shouldn't have to suffer for my mistakes.
He's a good dog.
He saved my life, twice now.
Now I have to take his.
I thought I was doing the right thing,
thought I was keeping a promise.
I thought it was about Emile.
The whole time, it was about me.
I didn't want to let him go.
I get it.
Wendell and I --
we're not exactly twins, in the conventional terms.
I was born premature,
and my mom died having me.
They put me in the NICU
'cause I was having trouble breathing on my own.
Every time they tried to take the tubes out,
I just stopped sucking in oxygen.
But every time they put my incubator
next to the other baby that was born that day,
I started breathing.
That's Wendell, huh?
I took my cue to breathe from him.
I know why you didn't want to let your brother go,
'cause every moment that I am without mine...
I feel like I can't catch my breath.
I'm sorry about my brother Emile coming after you like that.
He wasn't always like that.
None of us were.
We should get on the road.
Where we headed?
Wendell doesn't have his chair.
He would've needed help from somebody.
And you know who mighta helped Wendell?
Victor?
He's alive. He's got a place.
He's collecting people. Our people.
Thinks he's got something to prove to me.
If he found Wendell out here,
there's every chance that's where he is.
We leave now, we'll make it by dawn.
I'd like to come with you.
I can still hold up my end of the deal,
make sure you see your brother again.
That okay with you, Momo?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Where we're going,
we're gonna need all the help we can get.
That's it?
Yep. That is it.
Hoo doctor.
Safe to say Vic still enjoys the smell of his own farts.
And he's already got June and John's dad in there.
Let's see if he's got Wendell with 'em.
C'mon, Vic.
Answer the phone.
Not until you tell us why you're here.
Victor's too much of a coward to come down here himself?
It's okay, Howard.
I'd rather have this conversation face-to-face
to dispel any misconceptions our friends may have.
We saw you coming from miles away.
You bringing strays to my doorstep now?
Finally realize you can't offer them what I can?
Well, this isn't about me, Victor. Oh.
Wendell -- is he in the tower with you?
Why would you assume he was here?
Because of what you said.
What you were gonna do.
Your instincts...
are correct. Wendell is indeed here.
- Is he okay? - More than okay.
He's thriving.
Wendell has a real knack
for supply logistics and management.
Must be from his days
of keeping you on the road.
I need to see him.
I remember who stood by me when it mattered.
You weren't among them.
She went through hell to get here.
Nearly died trying to find him.
She's not going in. None of you are.
If you want to see your brother, I'll tell him to come out.
But I'm warning you, it's not a revolving door.
Once he's out, there's no going back in.
The hell is that supposed to mean?
Your friend here just said it.
You almost died getting here.
You think your journey back to wherever you came from
will be any less fraught?
- We'll manage. - Like Wendell did?
Or like Morgan at the submarine?
Or didn't he tell you?
Perhaps he didn't want you to know
how dire - his own circumstances are. - That's enough.
He, Grace, and that baby are barely scraping by.
It's true. I saw it for myself.
What are they talking about, Momo?
This new world -- it's punishing.
You really want what's best for Wendell?
Protect him from it.
Don't tell him I was here.
If Wendell knew, he'd come looking for me.
You're in no position Please.
Promise me that.
Agreed.
Sarah.
Hey. Sarah.
Breathe. With me.
Come on. One, two, three, four.
Nice and easy. Breathe.
I didn't want -- I didn't want to let him to go.
I know. But you did the right thing.
You did what I couldn't.
And look...
you're still breathing.
Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
Thank you.
No. Thank you.
Both of you.
Where are you going?
I don't completely know,
but there's got to be other places out there.
You can come back with me.
Both of you could.
But Vic said that --
Yeah, what he said was right.
We're strapped. We are.
We're stretched thin.
But we won't always be.
So --
But the warhead -- I was exposed for too long.
You don't want a sick man on your hands.
You're not gonna get sick.
Saving that for Wendell,
but now that I know he's safe...
Thank you.
What you all have --
I...still need some time before I'm ready.
When you change your mind,
you know how to reach us.
The others back at the fort,
they're gonna wonder what happened to me.
Well, they won't have to wonder long.
Can't be safe with an open warhead that close.
We're gonna get everybody back, Sarah.
And then we're gonna get ready
for whatever happens next, right?
Why aren't you out dispersing them?
I found something.
I need - to show it to Arno. - It can wait.
It can't. He's going to want - to see this himself. - What is it?
The thing that's going to get us exactly what we want.