Calm down, buddy.
You gotta keep him calm.
Venom's running through his body.
Hey, sweetie.
I need you to breathe. OK?
OK. Take a deep breath.
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff!
Push through. Push through!
No way through!
They're at our six.
Mom!
Hey, it's OK.
It's an emergency!
Let us through!
On me Tara.
Georgie, lay down.
I'm fine.
It's gonna be okay.
Everyone OK?
Tara, Tara.
Tara.
Dad!
We lived between, between the end and the beginning,
between love and fear, between life and death.
Death was our most constant companion.
It was death and his sister grief who took the measure of us.
They drove us to mean survival
or spurred us on towards holy hope.
We inhabited what seemed to be the end of times.
And we had slid between the words.
As the apocalypse became certain,
we wondered what it meant.
Only later, much later, would we see God's great plan held it all.
Is Jack coming?
No.
She's up at the cabin.
Well, I think we all know why we're here.
My brother and Jenna let you go onto the homestead.
And you pointed guns in our faces.
You think we can set that aside for now, Jenna?
That probe this morning can only mean one thing.
A military attack on the homestead is imminent.
An attack by who?
Well, the word at the barricade is that some of the government
officials got together with hundreds of conscripts,
local gangs, even brought in some of your city friends,
SWAT and FEMA, putting together some sort of army,
calling themselves Raven Rock.
And Eriksson's with them now, right?
Can't confirm that.
We haven't had any contact with Jeff or Tara.
But that's where they were headed, Raven Rock.
Well, if we're lucky, Jeff will be back.
I promise you, he's not coming through that gate.
You better hope he comes through that gate,
because if he's with Raven Rock,
with what he knows about the homestead, hell to pay.
How much time do we have before an attack?
Well, they're clearly testing our defenses.
Let's say a week, 10 days max.
How do you know that?
We interrogated one of the men they left behind this morning after the attack.
Look, the point here is that we believe
they have an army of about 600.
Give or take.
That's a serious number.
OK, we have 83 fighters.
Rick, how many men have you recruited?
Oh, um, well, I've been trading bread for recruits,
and so far I have 22.
22, man.
That'll work. Good job, there Man.
I mean, I've just been doing it since this morning.
Who's training these men?
I mean, are they tactically sound?
OK, there's 22 fighters, all right? Move on.
Just saying it's 105 against 600.
Who's going to Russian that roulette?
Fine, I can recruit some from the neighborhood.
Yeah, so can I.
OK, well, can you find more military guys like him?
Look, Santos clawed his way here on his own.
If I'm going to find more men like him,
we're going to have to find out where they're holed up.
It's going to take some time.
They'll let us put a group of men together.
We'll go behind the wire.
Four days max.
See if we can find some more soldiers.
When you bring all these new military friends back here,
how do we know you're not going to just try to take over again?
Because I won't do that.
You can say that with a straight face after this morning?
What's your alternative, exactly.
Huh?
You're going to go at them with what, six to one?
You're going to lose that fight.
And then they're going to come in here,
and they're going to put you out there.
And then what are you dealing with, Jenna, starvation?
I want to trust you.
God help me.
I do.
But you've betrayed us.
- And I-- - Contact!
It's a surveillance drone.
Probably one of theirs.
They definitely got eyes on us.
Everyone OK?
Tara.
B, we need help.
What's going on, boss man?
Medic.
We need a medic.
Open the gates. Open the gates.
Follow me.
Come on.
It's OK.
It's going to be alright.
- Dad. - You're gonna be alright
Georgie, lay down.
Mom!
I'm fine.
It's going to be OK.
This is the last of it.
And the sepsis is--
it just hasn't subsided.
You should consider letting him go.
There's no other choice.
He'll go quickly as soon as I take him off the antibiotics.
I understand.
Can you please get Claire and have her come in here?
Of course.
I don't know if I'm--
if I'm going to be able to hold on to this.
I was never supposed to do this by myself.
It was supposed to be us.
Thank you for bearing the burden.
Thank you for building this.
I can feel it.
There's a-- there's a destiny connected to it in some way.
What if it all falls apart because of me?
No, I can't.
I need-- I need you.
When you get where you're going, go to Lord Jesus
and tell him I need His help.
I'll do what I have to do.
Just tell Him I can't do it alone.
Oh, it's a good boy.
But if you live by the sword, you die by the sword.
But dying with a sword in your hand
means you stood for something.
I'm going to protect our family.
Standing between our family and an army.
I wouldn't want anyone else but you.
Look, man, I'm sorry about what happened coming through town
with you and Tara.
Roadblock ambushes are kind of a new thing.
People are hella hungry out there.
How long?
I'll talk to someone about taking care of her body.
They're actually waiting on me to tell them what to do with it.
Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you.
They didn't put security on me?
You're my security?
Who's watching you?
They like me around here.
You wowed ‘em with the Navy SEAL song and dance, huh?
What can I say?
They know talent when they see it.
Who's in command?
Yeah, about that.
I'm going to need you to keep an open mind.
Why is that?
Well, you know these guys and not
necessarily in a good way.
Those are the bastards who shot Ian.
Can you just chill? All right, trust me.
Maybe you should just listen to him.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Blake Masterson from the city of Oakwood.
And something with FEMA and the Lieutenant Espada.
Oakwood's Wild Command.
Boys, it's Jeff Ericksson.
Army Special Forces.
You're from FEMA.
Thought you were a city code enforcer or something.
Also county appointed liaison to FEMA.
We're very sorry to hear about your wife.
Thank you.
Unfortunately, we haven't been able to stabilize the city
much past a 10 block radius.
But we're working on it.
Working on it.
We're reestablishing rule of law one block at a time.
And you're coordinating with the United States government.
- Well-- - Yes.
Yes, we are.
That's a conversation for another day.
Right now, what can I do for you and your family?
My wife's body.
I apologize.
We don't have a proper mortuary facility here yet.
But I could arrange for an internment in our cemetery, if you wish.
Thank you for helping them, my son.
Of course.
That's what we do for anyone.
You take all the time you need with your family.
Come back to me with any questions.
Until then, these platinum passes.
Get your food, showers, and access to all areas of this facility.
You're in good hands with this guy.
Excuse me, please.
I got to run.
I could show you around if you'd like.
Let's do it.
Great. Follow me.
That's administration and comms.
Got a chow line here.
One for platinum, gold, another one for silver.
As you can see, we eat well here.
That's the kids' entertainment center.
We're running DVDs.
Age appropriate, of course.
FEMA has a license to the entire Disney catalog.
It's our power station, fuel vouchers.
Where do you get your gas?
Local refinery.
FEMA has its emergency access.
It's our nerd nest, observation recon.
Recon.
Yep.
Sanitation station.
Hot running water, showers.
Have you been to your family quarters yet?
Briefly, yeah.
We're putting together some RVs for the platinum folks,
but that won't be till next week.
Oh, you know, a little laundry bag in your tent
if you want your clothes cleaned.
Where's your tent?
Oh, I don't live here right now.
No.
Those that live close, we still commute.
So, you know, my wife likes me home at night.
Aye, I should take you up top.
You want to get a view from above?
So how do you run your security?
That's funny you should ask.
Bing here, says you have almost 30 years military experience.
Yes, sir.
If you like it here, we should talk.
I got to run.
The apocalypse isn't going to unscrew itself,
but I'll loop back check in with you later tonight, OK?
Hey, you and that SWAT guy.
Espada?
You made a play for the homestead.
You were there.
I laid suppressive fire over your heads as a warning.
Right.
Look, I apologize.
You shot Ian Ross.
He was going for his gun--
He was going for his radio.
Is this going to be a problem?
It's an understandable mistake.
Jeff, even you said Ross was going with the rails.
Is it a problem?
It's not my problem anymore.
I don't think I can do this all alone.
You're not going to have to.
I'm gonna go on a walk.
I'll be right behind.
Oh, brother.
You left too much.
Remember when we buried the old drunk?
I'd tell you to say hi, but as he's currently rotting in hell,
it doesn't seem likely you'll get to.
You know, it's funny when it comes down to it.
You were my father.
I should have told you that, huh?
I'll take care of them.
I'll take care of--
Old Testament style, right?
Listen, God knows I can't be you.
I never could.
I'm going to try.
Try to do it your way.
for once.
You OK?
It's like getting an arm blowing off, am I right?
Losing someone?
What would you know, man?
You think you're the only one that's ever lost his old lady?
You were married?
Engaged.
Car was crumpled up like a beer can.
Except there's no bloodstain, you know?
The funeral, just a picture of her,
next to a closed casket.
She was just gone.
Feels like I'll finish this mission,
and then I'll go right back to her.
And she--
Be right there in our house, right where I left her.
And then I remember that she's gone.
I can't believe that.
It's like it's not even real.
What did you do next?
After you lost your fiance.
I kept on keeping on.
Had the Navy transfer me to another team.
Deployed again as soon as I could.
And I kept on rolling, doing my thing, you know?
That's what she would have wanted.
Move forward or die.
That's it.
Yep, that's it.
Seems like there should be more of it there, ain't?
She's gone, and we're still here.
That's all there is to it.
They're gone, bro.
They're gone.
Feels like I need to do something for the kids
to keep her memory alive, what she meant to them.
And how you going to do that?
We're warriors, bro.
You no mother.
All right, boys, load the truck.
Stand by, you got eyes on you.
All clear.
Copy that.
All right, let's ride.
Chiquita Boneta.
What are you doing out here alone?