Breaking news... the President
will be making an official statement
regarding the rising assault and murder rate
as well as the rapidly growing gas shortage across America.
But for now, sit back, relax, and enjoy this 1960s classic.
I don't want to sound morbid. I-I really don't.
But statistically speaking, this is good for us.
Hmph.
When people are scared, they panic.
Panic equals accidents...
Which means cha-ching.
I was gonna say it presents a valuable opportunity
for us to do our jobs.
- Yeah. - That's why she's the boss.
In all fairness, though, Simon's not wrong.
I mean, the board's bursting.
And if Gina can handle the call volume...
Jas, you might finally take him down.
Probably just in her dreams.
It's happening.
Um, I heard people are, uh, attacking people.
Like... Like, out of nowhere. Going crazy.
Scratching, biting...
I mean... Joel, whatever's happening can't be worse
than what you and your wife did at last year's Christmas Party.
That is a burn, Joel.
Speaking of parties,
Brian wants industrial-chic at the reception.
Like, Wimbish House is nice, but...
Gina, is there something you want to say
about my wedding venue?
Circle of Trust... Here, now, and always.
Uh, please hold.
There's a fender bender on Glenwood and Haas.
This keeps up, new faces on the board at the end of the day.
Bonuses for top sellers.
What about incentivizing nervous patrons?
Yes, incentivize nervous patrons to upgrade their policies.
Circle of Trust... Here, Now, and...
Uh, please hold.
Circle of Trust. Please hold.
Thank you for holding.
Circle of Trust... Here, Now, and...
Uh, please hold. One moment.
Uh, I'm passing... Circle of Trust.
It's the media.
Hype.
People need to chill.
The CDC is freaking next door.
If anything was really wrong in the hospitals
or wherever, they'd be all over it.
Everybody's fine.
Except for Gina. She's beyond help.
Ooh, that... that look.
She's gonna bite!
Aah. Okay.
Let's get to work, people.
Gina...
Please hold... I'm heading out.
Please forward my calls and stay at your desk
till everyone leaves.
The back door wasn't locked on Monday.
And order more mugs.
They keep disappearing.
Forward your calls, lock the door, order mugs.
Got it.
Bye, everyone!
Upgrade policies.
Higher umbrella.
Happy weekend!
"At the edge of life and death,
a dark wave spreads across the brain."
No.
We're on vacation, Blair.
Okay, right.
Jekyll Island, just you and me, swimming with sharks.
Atlanta is experiencing a catastrophic gas shortage,
resulting in mass lines forming around the city.
The mayor asks everyone to remain calm
in these trying times... Ah, finally, here we go.
I think our receptionist is stealing my coffee mugs.
It's gotten worse over the last six months.
She's like this completely incompetent mute
who just, like, stares at me all day long.
Like a stalker.
Are you nuts?!
We're at a gas station.
What the hell?! See?!
This is exactly what I was talking about.
Talking about what?
Blair.
This doesn't look like the office.
Oh, I, um... No, I... I wasn't leaving.
I was just getting a snack because our...
You know, our vending machine is broken, and, um...
I-I'll be back in a second.
I don't know what to say, Gina.
Asking you to do your job is baseline.
Everyone else does what's expected.
I think we might have to reassess your position.
I'm sorry. Are you firing me?
Wow, Gina.
You can't even follow one simple directive.
That sure is a lot of stuff for two nights.
Brian and I have a long weekend.
Yeah.
We're not leaving leaving.
It's just a little weekend getaway.
While I stay till 6:00 to make sure the back door is locked.
Someone has to!
Don't walk away from me, Gina!
It's your job!
I'm serious.
Gina, this was a long time coming, and I'm sorry,
but, yes, you're fired.
I'm calling Jasmine.
Oh, my God.
Where is the driver?
Has anyone seen the driver of this car?!
Oh, my God. I have to get out of here.
What the hell?!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Gina, why do you have a shotgun in your trunk?!
I-I'm sorry.
I need your truck.
Uncouple the hose.
No, it's not safe.
Well, then, figure it out, please.
Uncouple the hose.
No.
Gina, what the hell are you doing?
Joel was right, asshole.
Ma'am, I'm an agent with the Department
of Homeland Security here in Atlanta.
There's no need to panic.
Put the gun down.
You seem like a nice girl.
Nice girls shouldn't be pointing shotguns at oil tankers.
All due respect, you don't know me.
Give me the keys.
Now! What?!
Gina, listen to the agent.
Let me help, miss.
No, listen, she's mad because of me.
Gina, I won't fire you, okay?
I promise.
Put the gun down.
'Cause you want to go back to your normal life
with your normal job.
Blair, you don't know me, either.
Give me the gun. Wendell, bud, get in the tanker!
Sir, under DHS code 82a, section 12,
I will be confiscating this tanker.
Dad, behind you!
Like hell you are!
Shit!
I don't want to sound morbi...
You okay?
Yeah, it's just a...
A coffee ground.
Maybe someone else should make the coffee in the morning.
I made the coffee this morning.
Uh, you... you were saying?
I was saying...
Right, I was saying, uh, it's morbid...
No. I mean, panic.
Panic.
Panic is good.
S-Statistically speaking.
For... For business, I mean.
Yeah, nervous people, they... They overreact,
and, um, cortisol levels
and stress hormones... These hormones...
Circle of Trust.Um...
Accidents, insurance.
There's a fender bender... Please.
Hold the calls for a second.
Please hold.
Y-You're not worried?
No.
I...
The only thing I'm worried about is Gina.
What do we really know about Gina anyway?
Maybe she's a... A serial killer.
Maybe she's a bank robber.
What?
Maybe she's hiding a shotgun under her desk.
Ooh!
Stay back.
She's gonna snap!
Circle of Trust. Please hold.
What?
How would you like me to direct this call?
Jasmine, Joel, Simon... You know what to do.
You're awesome. Get to it.
See if you can up people's policies.
Take advantage of the fear porn going around.
Okay.
I'm heading out.
A long weekend with Brian.
Please stay at your desk this time and forward my calls.
This time?
Yeah.
You're never at your desk when we need you.
It's going to be a... A very busy day.
Also, be sure to lock up after everyone leaves.
The back door wasn't locked on... on Monday.
The back door wasn't locked on Monday.
That can't happen again.
Are you... Are you taking glassware home?
What?
Just order more mugs.
We're running short.
Hey, honking at people is your job.
What's going on with you?
Um...
Nothing. I'm fine.
You're quiet.
So?
You're never quiet.
I'm, um...
I'm... I'm kind of freaking out.
Um...
Don't.
We'll be on an island.
Things will blow over by the time we're back.
No. Um...
I'm...
Have you ever had, uh, déjà vu?
Like, really bad déjà vu?
Eh, that's just the mind.
Neurons firing too fast.
Yeah, right.
Neurons.
Breathe.
Aah!
Hey, what are you doing? Where are you going?
Hey!
Uncouple the hose.
Gina! Do it.
I don't know what the hell is going on,
but you're gonna get us killed just like you did last time!
Give me the keys... now!
Gina, I-swear-to-Jesus.
Keys.
Stay put, Agent.
Please.
It's too much truck for you.
Oh, is it too much truck for me?
One gun around a tanker's bad enough.
Do you know that woman? Not very well.
She's my receptionist, and she's clearly lost her shit.
You need to talk her down.
We don't have time for games.
Oh, my God, it's real.
Wait. Time? What do you... What do you mean time?
Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!
Oh, that must hurt.
I'm very sorry!
What is she doing?
Stay there! What?
Just leave it alone!
Stop! DHS is ordering you to stop!
I will shoot! You can't.
You'll blow us all up.
Bitch.
Blair!
Gina, stop!
I'm sorry.
Gina?
What's up with her?
Nothing.
Everything.
It's happening to you, too, isn't it?
What the hell is going on?
That man...
he was really... He was eating that woman.
He was eating her.
I know.
The NSA guy...
DHS. What?
Department of Homeland Security.
He alluded to something bad, like, um...
Like we're running out of time.
Um, and now we're... we're what?
We're repeating it.
It's happened to you twice, right?
Are we dead?
Maybe this is a dream.
Um, have you heard of this thing called morphic resonance?
It's... What are you doing?
No. We have to talk about this.
We have to figure it out.
I just wanted a snack.
How is that an acceptable answer?
No sane person would respond to this situation
with "I just wanted a snack."
The vending machine is broken.
I've mentioned it a few times to you, but...
you're always busy.
It's always broken.
And I... I wanted a snack.
I was hungry because I forgot my lunch.
So I went to the gas station.
That's what you want to talk about?
The damn vending machine?!
Gina?!
Gina!
No!
I don't want to talk abo...
I don't want to talk about anything with you!
I don't want to talk...
Go to the gas station, don't go to the gas station.
I won't be at the gas station.
Just...
Just leave me alone!
Leave me alone, Blair!
What the hell?
I know, we've been waiting forever.
Are you seeing this?
Get up! Oh, my God.
It's like a movie. Uncouple the hose.
Is this staged?
Is it loaded?
She can't be for real.
Oh, who knows anymore?
She's an asshole.
Don't get out of the car, Blair.
You could get shot.
It doesn't matter. What are you doing?
Trying to save our lives!
Give me the keys!
We've already done this!
Ugh!
What?
I thought you said you weren't coming back!
Well, that's before I blew a tire and had to come back.
I had to...
Give me the keys.
Now!
That bite looks bad.
Don't ask me how I know.
I just do.
I need you to tell me what's going on.
Why are you so desperate to get out of Atlanta?
Things are bad.
Very bad.
People are going crazy, clawing and biting each other.
The military has taken over the city,
closing roads as we speak.
They're only keeping two back roads open...
Route 122 and The Armuchee Byway.
Please, give me the keys now.
Ma'am, I'm with the Department of Homeland...
I know.
I know who you are.
Hey, what are you doing in here?!
Dad! Wendell!
Oh, my God. He's in the truck.
Wendell!
Wendell! My son is in there!
Blair!
Blair! Get back in the car!
Hey! Hey, bud. Everything's fine.
Oh.
You want to steer the wheel?
Huh? You can drive the truck!
Blair! Gina!
Get it together!
You've already blown us up twice!
I can't get at the driver!
Wendell! Get the seat belt!
Wendell, can you get... Can you get the seat belt...
Stop yelling at him, Blair!
Come on, girl, get it together!
Get the... Get the seat belt!
Wendell! Wendell, help us!
Help us!
It's okay. It's okay, honey.
Blair, I'm gonna take my hand off the wheel!
No! I'm gonna open the door!
No! No, no, no, no!
I'm going! No!
You don't want to sound morbid, but...?
Something is off.
The city isn't telling us everything.
Have they ever?
He...
died.
I saw it.
And then, he came back.
He was dead, and then he came back.
The rumors are true.
He was eating your shoulder like he was starving.
Just, like, right through your flesh.
Ugh. His eyes were so...
vacant.
Icy.
Why is this happening?
Great problem-solving.
Shut up.
This is happening because you can't stop talking.
You talk and you talk,
and then,
when you're done with that...
you talk.
And somehow it's always about you.
I... I can't take it anymore.
I can't hear your selfish voice over and over and over again.
Do you think that they actually like you?
Is that what you think?
They play nice, and they listen to you drone on and on
about your life
so that they can get a stupid picture on a wall!
You should hear the shit they say about you.
Jasmine, go ahead.
Tell her how much you hate her hair.
And your clothes.
How?
How are you wearing that many neck accessories?
And do you know why the back door is always open on Mondays?
Because Joel... it's okay...
Comes in early on Mondays so he can leave early on Mondays
so that he can go see his daughter play soccer.
Emmy, right?
Emily. Emily.
It's close.
But you would know any of this if you took two seconds
to talk to and not ata single person here!
Nobody cares about your "spring nuptials."
We work at an insurance company.
Our lives suck.
Your life...
sucks!
So please do me a favor
and just...
mind your own business and drive out of town
with your Ken doll, and leave me alone!
And stop leaving your dirty mugs on my desk!
I'm selfish?
You.
You're selfish!
If you had stayed at your desk
and just done your job,
this would never have happened in the first place!
Talking about you being selfish
was one of the first things I said.
So you didn't even listen to the rest of it, did you?!
If she cared about you even a little bit,
she would warn you to get out of here.
I did this for Wendell.
And us.
What a hero.
You can thank me now or send me a letter from jail.
Ma'am, this weapon isn't registered in your name.
You want to tell me how you come to possess it?
It's my brother's.
We live in a shitty neighborhood, okay?
So, when he works graveyard, I watch his girls.
Make sure that they can't access it.
I keep it in the trunk.
We both know why you did this.
So the tanker wouldn't blow.
Yeah, so we can all move on.
Ladies, you need to take a step back from each other.
You must be neck-deep in your own ass
if you believe your shit.
Ahh!
Stop coming to the gas station!
I wish I could!
Go to hell.
We're already there!
Having an illegal gun is a felony!
That's enough!
Aah!
Ah!
Oh, I'm gonna give you to Jasmine!
She hates it!
Ahh! Oh!
No, no, no, no, no.
Aah!
Blair!
Die!
Aah!
Uh, Gina, are you gonna answer...
Nope, go ahead.
You know what I keep thinking about?
His eyes.
They're gray.
Dead or alive, they're always gray.
Wendell's little truck has a Band-Aid on it.
Maybe he would've grown up to become a doctor.
That woman screams the same way every time.
Every time her husband comes back to rip her face apart.
I can't do this anymore.
I'll go, I'll go.
Oof.
You okay?
Here, drink this.
Thanks.
Oh, my God.
You ever notice we never make it to 5:00?
I hate this hour.
You think the next hour's gonna be any better?
Probably not.
But at least it's not rinse and repeat.
You keep trying to leave,
but the city is closing down.
The military is here.
Even if you try to leave, you will never get out
unless you know which roads to take.
You need me.
Let me go.
Please.
I didn't know what I was doing when this whole thing started,
but now I just...
I want to get to my brother and my nieces
and get the hell out of here,
and I need that oil tanker to get us to where we need to go.
Where are your nieces?
Downtown, Washington Park.
That's suicide.
They're shutting down the city.
It's my family.
We have been at this so many times,
so I'm just gonna say what we both already know.
We're not gonna be friends.
You don't like me, I don't like you.
It... And that's okay.
I...
Blair, you have Brian.
I need my family.
But I need you to break the cycle.
Please...
stay in your car and let me go.
Blair.
Stop!
I will shoot!
Are you okay?
No.
But I appreciate your concern.
Even if you do hate my hair.
What?
I... like your highlights.
It's fine.
Let's close early.
Seriously? Yes.
Joel, you're right.
Things are much worse than they seem.
You all should just go.
Blair, do you need a Xanax, or...?
I'm not kidding.
Go.
But the phones... It doesn't matter.
Leave. Hole up, hoard... I don't know.
Just leave. Go.
Alright. If you... say so.
Yes. See you on Monday.
Sweetie, I'm on my way.
What are you doing? I've been waiting for 30 minutes.
You know how insane traffic is?
You were really great...
when my dad died.
I'm so grateful for that.
Okay.
You're welcome.
Can we go?
At the gas station, you never take more
than two steps out of your car to help me.
Why?
Help you? What...
You watch me die again and again.
Why?
What?
Blair... We shouldn't do this.
It's not right.
We're not right.
You're breaking up with me?
We're engaged, Blair.
We both know it, Brian.
We never were.
And time...
we just don't have enough of it to do the wrong thing.
Just... Just go.
To the island. Be safe.
Not fast enough?
Just get it over with. Aah!
Aah!
Hey.
Everyone, ignore the calls.
We're closing early.
Go!
Gina, a minute.
You guys can answer the phones, too, you know?
So, you were right.
I never even made it downtown.
What did you do?
I stayed here and got eaten.
It was the worst way to go.
I'm sorry.
Well...
I'm sorry for being such a dick these past two years.
Really, I was just insanely angry, and...
You obviously hated me from day one,
and I just put it all on you.
That's not an excuse.
But I'm sorry.
Uh...
Well, thank you.
I mean, I...
To be clear, though, I... I didn't hate you.
Yes, you did. It's okay.
I did. I hated you.
But you were... You were annoying.
And bossy. Mm.
And incredibly selfish to the point where I was like,
"What's happening?"
I retract the apology.
However, you are a relentless bitch,
and as a judgmental coward, I respect that.
You kind of forced me to be a little less doormat-y,
and I keep dying a little less pissed off at myself, so thanks.
That's, like, the nicest, weirdest thing
anyone's ever said to me.
Felt weird coming out.
I don't know how many more times I can do this.
Mm.
Do you want to try something new?
What are you thinking?
See that man?
He's one of those things.
He's gonna kill everyone here!
Don't move, or I blow your head off.
She's a cold-blooded killer.
She's killed me at least five times.
Thanks.
Stop! Stop right now!
Wendell! Get back!
Wendell! Wendell, get back!
Wendell!
What's wrong with that man?
Wendell, get back!
No.
You were supposed to stop him.
Get down!
Where am I going?
Washington Park, right?
Your nieces.
Take 85 into the city.
Get out at route 129.
Why did you go for this tanker?
Why not a Porsche?
You saw this thing blow.
Who's gonna mess with a bomb on wheels?
Blair Crawford... Nice to meet you.
You are a crazy bitch.
Compliment returned.
Plus, if it is the end of the world,
gas is better than cash.
That's smart.
But not personable. Okay.
How did you end up at reception?
Um... it was supposed to be temporary.
I, um... I went to school for marketing,
but it wasn't Harvard, and I didn't know any CEOs
growing up who could get me in a door.
I got complacent.
Cowardly.
Yeah. My attitude didn't help.
Yeah.
But I could've handled it better.
Well, I mean, you did pull a shotgun.
Well, not on you.
Oh, my God. Your face.
Worth the last two years.
I guess I was just...
so sick of being pissed off all the time
and not doing anything about it.
That's still crazy.
But I'm a coward, too.
I only really stayed with Brian because my dad was dying...
Died.
Lung cancer, last year.
And I was just...
just so scared to be alone.
I'm sorry.
Really, I didn't know.
Well, you don't know me, either, Gina.
Oh, my God, I thought this road was supposed to be cleared.
Yeah, it is, if you're going out of the city,
but we're going in.
Want to test your theory?
Stop the vehicle!
No! Slow down!
Ah!
Oh, God.
Oh.
Do you know what sucks?
Hmm?
We're still cowards.
I left Brian and you told me off, but...
But we kept stealing the tanker
because we're both really scared.
After everything, I'm still really scared.
Me too.
Blair, look.
What are they doing?
What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
- Ah! - What are they?! Go! Go!
We're not cowards.
Get your lighter out!
Get out of your cars!
Run!
Is it getting them?
Yes, yes, yes!
Light it!
Are you kidding me?! No!
The one time we need it to blow!
The one time!
Yeah. We got to light something else.
It's my lucky thing! Blair!
No! Really?! Okay!
Come on.
Ow.
We made it to 5:00.
We made it.
We made it. It's past 5:00.
Do you think we're dead?
'Cause I really wanted to see my dad.
No.
No, we're not dead.
I think...
that you have a personality disorder
and you passed it to me.
What?
Yeah.
Well, people spend more time with their co-workers
than their own families.
It makes sense that we'd meld...
Ow... too much.
Ow, my wrist.
You think I infected you with my... with my personality?
It's a thing.
It's... I read about it.
Folie à deux.
None of this is real.
Ow.
We ended up at the same gas station,
facing the most traumatic
of life-altering experiences together.
And then, now we're sharing a delusion.
Yeah, you'd rather invent a psychosis than agree with me.
I didn't invent a... It's... It's a real thing.
None of this is real, but...
Okay... the disorder is real.
Alright, okay.
Let's go get your nieces.
Yeah?
Aah.
Ah.
You know that neck accessory was featured in Vogue.
Is it wrong that I felt kind of good
when I heard that I ate you?
Uh...
I was gonna ask you about that.
What was it like?
Didn't happen.
Do you know?
It isn't real.
Gina!
Oh, wait. Wait, wait.
For Jasmine.
She's gonna love it.
What sort of terrible thing would frighten
a little girl so much that she hides from her own mother?
You'll die without me.
I have Brooke.
What are you doing? Shh.
Go straight for the head, okay?
I can't! You have to!
Now I am going to take us away from here...
Someplace safe, okay?
You did this. You sick...
Lydia!
Mama!
Who's there?!