"(eerie music playing)" "(theme from the twilight zoneplays)" "(heartbeat)" "all right." "we did it. come on." "(gunshots over intercom) harry, jason has to change." "we're leaving." "harry:" "just five more minutes." "and bring down a cold beer." "you've had two already." "i can count, sally." "just bring down the beer." "(sighs)" "why does daddy spend so much time down there?" "i don't want you to worry about it, okay?" "(muffled gunshots)" "(alarm tone)" "(gunshots) harry." "you're still too high. relax." "jason has to leave." "better, much better." "my sister's expecting us before dinner, and it's a two-hour drive." "better hurry, kiddo." "don't you think he's a little young?" "the earlier they start the better." "i want everybody in this family to learn how to protect himself." "he's only seven years old." "harry:" "lay off, will you?" "i don't see why you drag him to kansas city every time your sister gets lonely." "jason loves to go." "what do you care?" "the way you hole up down there, you wouldn't know if we were upstairs or on the moon." "i miss her, harry." "she's about the only person i can talk to anymore." "you haven't told your sister about the shelter, have you?" "no, of course not." "i know how you feel about that." "never tell anyone about the shelter." "it's our secret-- just the four of us." "don't you ever forget that, sal." "mom?" "yes, harry, i said i understood." "come on, kids, let's go." "sally:" "nick coming by with the receipts?" "he said around 6:30." "why don't you take him hunting this weekend like you used to?" "yeah, i just might at that." "bye, daddy." "yeah." "jason, don't let your cousin push you around." "(doorbell) sorry i'm late." "last minute rush." "old man richter wanted to buy a new clip for his automatic." "then some hunters from wheelerville needed ammo." "it's a good week, all told." "have you heard about the middle east?" "it's getting scary." "newsman:" "...the fighting seems to be spreading." "where's sally and the kids?" "visiting her sister in kansas city." "i was putting dinner in the microwave." "stick around, i'll pop in another." "thanks, harry." "anchorwoman:" "the president and first lady did indeed leave the white house by military helicopter half an hour ago." "toman refused to disclose their destination or confirm that their departure has anything to do with the escalating middle eastern crisis." "well, i guess it's just like you predicted, harry." "the whole world's going straight down the ole toilet." ""going"?" "hah!" "we're already in the toilet." "drugs, terrorism, pornography." "it's worse than any war." "sally used to understand all that." "but now... now she lives in a dream world." "all she wants to do is turn my son into a mama's boy." "or worse." "i tell ya, nick... i almost long for it." "what?" "the bomb." "it could put a lot of things right again." "you and i, we don't belong in a world full of degenerate rock stars, hairdressers, bureaucrats... sometimes, i dream about it." "afterwards-- starting over with my son in a purified world." "in a world with all the scum burned off of it." "with everything basic and simple." "i don't know, harry." "i can't imagine wanting to live in a world with so much gone." "what would be gone?" "just an ugly, screwed-up world slowly being eaten up by pimps and cowards." "yeah." "but you'd have to survive a nuclear war." "not much chance of that, is there?" "oh, it can be done if you plan on it." "you mean, build a fallout shelter?" "a fallout shelter wouldn't be enough." "not here." "dunston is only four and a half miles from wakefield air base-- a prime target." "any shelter would have to be deep and blast-proof." "sure." "nick, we've known each other since high school." "you've been working in my gun store for 10 years." "hell, you're practically a part of the family." "(whispering:) i think you deserve to be let in on a little family secret." "the door is lined with lead." "the wall is solid concrete, four feet thick completely radiation proof." "these gauges give me outside temperature and humidity." "that one monitors surface radiation." "the shelter has sleeping, shower and bathroom facilities for five." "over here is the medical supply cabinet." "all the water is pumped in by an indoor well." "power generators with a 300-gallon fuel tank." "air filtration system-- draws air from outside but through 30 feet of gravel and charcoal." "harry, this is amazing." "how did you do this and still keep it a secret." "remember when i had the pool put in?" "that was my cover." "i hired people from out of state." "while half of them tore up the backyard, i had the rest of them dig this out." "i told them it was for a wine cellar." "a wine cellar?" "you?" "they were illegals." "what do they know?" "i built everything else myself." "no one knows it's here." "not even my neighbors." "especially not my neighbors." "my family and now you are the only ones that know about this." "and we're sworn to secrecy." "do you understand, nick?" "yeah, harry." "i'm just flattered you'd let me in on it." "there's food and water here for five months, and, well, if something happens and there's time... you're welcome to join us here in the shelter." "thanks, harry." "i don't know what to say." "look, i saved this for last." "a multi-band communications system." "oh." "i'll raise the antennas." "they're under a concrete slab in the backyard that could push up through a ton of debris." "it's to link me with other survivors afterwards." "the neighbors think it's part of some elaborate satellite tv." "newsman:" "that was a live report aboard the aircraft carriernimitz now in position in the gulf of sidra." "defense department sources confirm that the armed forces have been placed on red alert, and an emergency cabinet meeting is being held at an undisclosed location." "the president has issued a statement in which he states... oh, my god." "stay here. don't move." "i have to make a phone call." "i'll be right back." "...any escalation in the fighting." "we go live now to john shepherd in our moscow bureau with more on those alarming reports that many russian cities are being evacuated." "(phone rings) hello." "sure." "it's godzilla, king of the monsters." "hello." "have you been watching the news?" "i want you to pack up the car and come home." "are you crazy?" "we'd be driving half the night." "the whole country's about to blow up." "i want you here." "harry, every time there's a minor international crisis you think we should barricade ourselves in the family tomb." "a little louder-- i don't think they heard you in iowa!" "listen, listen... if you're not out of there in the next five minutes... you're drunk, aren't you?" "no, sally, wait, look, look... send jason back home." "put my son in a cab and send him back." "i don't care what it costs." "he's afraid of you, harry." "he's staying here." "sally?" "seven, eight... 15, 16, 17... (explosion)" "oh, my god." "it's happened." "this is it." "nick, the antennas, did you lower them?" "no, harry, i don't know how." "oh, my god." "damn. damn!" "that was our only connection with the outside." "the shelter's completely radiation proof." "even to radio waves." "i've got to get home." "my parents-- they need me." "nick, no... i've got... stop." "listen, you're not going anywhere." "it was a direct hit on the air base." "we have to stay down here until the radiation levels drop-- at least a month." "look!" "no." "look, nick." "nick:" "no." "hey, harry." "(low humming noise) there's someone up there." "(rumbling noises) someone's coming to rescue us." "don't be ridiculous." "look at the radiation level outside." "it's the walking dead up there-- survivors looking for food and water." "you better pray they don't find us." "i'm ready for them if they do." "(muffled voices)" "(shouts:) hey, hey, we're down here." "shut up, you idiot." "no, why?" "(muffled voices) don't move." "(voices fade)" "what the heck did you do that for, harry?" "they could have saved us." "they could've been anybody." "they were scavengers, not rescuers." "if you would've let them know we were here, they would've busted that door down and taken our food and killed us." "and we would've had to kill them." "don't you understand anything, damn it?" "don't you understand anything?" "!" "i thought you said the radiation would go down after a month or so, harry." "it's been three months, and it still looks the same." "you're not very good in tight spots, are you, gatlin?" "and it's cold." "why is it so cold, harry?" "if you'd spend more time shaping up instead of pacing and moaning, you'd be a lot warmer." "we've got to be ready for whatever it is we find out there." "(geiger counter clicking) ten months and the radiation is just as high." "man, they must have really cut loose up there." "kansas city, topeka, l.a., paris, moscow-- all gone." "no wonder we don't hear any more noises." "must be like trying to live in a microwave oven." "your parents, my son-- all dead." "in a war like this, they didn't have a chance." "you know, harry, deep down inside i don't even think you give a damn." "youloveall this." "gatlin, you haven't got the guts or will to survive." "i'm sorry i didn't realize that before i asked you in." "what the hell is the point of surviving in a dead world?" "a better world, you'll see i doubt it." "you come to hate everything eventually, harry." "i don't even know why i'm trying to stay alive." "that's simple-- you're afraid to die." "you've always been afraid of everything." "i should have known better." "for years, i gave you work, i took you on hunting trips." "i tried to make a man out of you." "it's not possible." "you're right, you're right." "and now all i have to do is to find theguts to choose how i want to die andwhoi want to die with." "you're not doing anything." "you're hysterical, gatlin." "i've had as much of your whining as i can take." "harry, it's me, nick." "i can't open the door." "what's the code, harry?" "let me in, please?" "(coughing) harry, let me in." "(coughing) nick." "can you see anything moving?" "it's gone, harry." "it's horrible." "there's no daylight anymore." "it's freezing." "there's nothing, but mountains of garbage." "the whole town is gone." "i've been crawling around for hours waiting for sunlight, but it never comes." "the air smells like burnt plastic." "i feel sick, harry." "let me in." "i can't." "you're contaminated." "if i let you in, you'd only kill us both." "i'm sorry, nick." "it was your decision." "no!" "i didn't mean it, harry." "so help me god." "please, let me in and i'll be fine." "please, harry." "please, let me in." "harry, let me in." "let me in." "(banging on the door) let me in." "harry!" "please!" "let me in." "let me in." "harry..." "?" "?" "?" "?" "?" "?" "?" "?" "man:" "stand by, tape rolling." "newscaster:" "it's been a year since the tragic accident at wakefield air base." "that horrifying day when one of our own nuclear cruise missiles detonated, without warning, in the bomb bay of a b-1 bomber as it was preparing to take off instantly leveling the small town of dunston, kansas." "the world will never forget the shock, destruction, the appalling loss of life, a shock that many feel pulled the world back from the brink of war." "when the decision was made to bulldoze the highly radioactive ruins into as compact an area as possible and seal them under this vast radiation-proof dome no one could have foreseen how sacred a shrine it would become." "for the peace dome, as many call it today, has become the world's most powerful and enduring monument to the utter folly of war." "each month hundreds of thousands of visitors come from across the country and around the world to get a firsthand glimpse... mommy, is that where daddy's buried?" "yes, dear, that's where daddy is buried."