- So if he likes your pic, he likes you?
- Not necessarily, but it's definitely a click
in the right direction.
- I would just say something.
- Wait.
Like, if you were me, or you for me?
- Umm.
Both, I guess?
- Okay, no pressure, but what would you say?
- I... well...
Dear...
Brennan...
Earthquake!
- They're supposed to stay inside, we can't go in there!
- The only safe place!
- Sadie!
Sadie!
It's your turn to present.
- And so, with science and multiple religions agreeing,
I think it's safe to say the apocalypse prophecies
should be taken seriously.
- Sadie, once again, you've misunderstood the assignment.
It's supposed to be a study on the effects of religious
government on economy and society.
- Can there be any bigger effect than the complete
demolition of both?
I started doing my research and discovered what many other
people already know.
How can I not do my part and educate others?
I have produced some literature to help you
ready yourselves.
If we prepare, we can make it!
In 30 days, the world is going to end as we know it!
My name is Sadie Mitchell.
I'm keeping this log so if I don't make it,
whomever inhabits this world in the future will have a sense
of who we were and learn from our unpreparedness.
Human beings are creatures of great denial.
But we also have a vast sense of fear.
The powers that be know this, so they pepper our brain
waves with war-this and economy-that.
And a big thank you to main street media for providing us
teenagers with a perpetual sense of inadequacy.
I'm the first to say that all that fear-mongering
is just to keep our senses engaged.
But this predates media.
It's millennia old.
31 more days, disaster will strike the world over
and prom queen or geek, everyone's fucked.
But I'm going to survive.
I know this because what started as a school assignment
has become a minor distraction.
♪ Someday maybe they'll change you, change you ♪
♪ but don't let, don't let 'em lead you, lead you astray ♪
- Afternoon, Sadie.
Only one more month till doomsday.
- And seven hours, 42 minutes, and 16 seconds.
- Yeah, but like you've already bought everything
in the store, so if anybody's gonna survive, it's you.
I mean, other than me.
Wait, have you thought of something else?
- Early Christmas presents, since there won't be one.
- You're caring.
Sadie, I have a question for you.
If the Mayan calendar is right...
- and the Egyptians, the I ching dynasty...
- Yeah, to name a few, but whose side are you on?
- I think if I had to pick an MVP, I'd go with science.
It's winter solstice and the earth will fall in direct
alignment with the sun and the milky way galaxy.
The sun will lash out huge solar flares,
which will destroy our protective magnetosphere
that will trigger geomagnetic storms that agitate
the earth's core, followed by the obvious.
- Super volcanoes and earthquakes!
- And subsequent tsunamis.
- I'm still on the fence about the entire earth's crust
shifting around the core, seems a bit far-fetched to me.
- Yeah, but either way, the whole thing goes "kablow".
- Not us, though.
We'll see each other when the dust settles.
- You know it.
- Do you think if everyone was this prepared,
they could survive it too?
- Yeah, more could than will, though.
Ten bucks.
- Ring me up.
I've decided before there's nothing and no one left,
I need to make a list of a few things I should accomplish.
I have all my supplies, I need to learn to knit,
how to cook, you know, practical stuff for when it's just me
and the obliterated countryside.
There's some personal stuff, now please don't discredit me
as a hormonal adolescent, but there'll be no room for being
a teenager in post-apocalyptic suburbia.
I should probably go to a high school party.
And I'm barfing too.
I wanna kiss a boy.
But most importantly, I need my comrade in arms.
I don't wanna be the sole survivor.
I want my best friend back.
And by my side.
November 26th, today I begin to prepare for the end.
- Morning, sweetie, ready for another big week?
- One of the last!
- I should never have let you convert your bedroom
into an impenetrable bunker.
Your mother...
- what about me?
- Nothing, honey, just commenting on your beauty.
- Now, I don't hate my parents like every other 16-year-old
girl, I just don't respect them.
Mom! Can you please make sure dad keeps his survival kit
in the car at all times?
- He's so big and strong!
- Oh, if Vera was in pictionary, they'd draw me.
- He's such a sucker for the marketing of youth,
but is borderline a pensioner.
I should call him gramps.
I mean, he acts like one, gives me what I want before I
can ask, takes zero responsibility, and offers the
occasional uninvited piece of Sage advice.
- Honey, when I was a kid, we didn't have anxiety.
You know?
So if you put a little less emphasis on Facebook
and craigslist. Com-ing, you'd actually breathe
in some fresh air.
- Craigslist-ing?
- Yeah, it exists!
- And my mom.
Her Australian accent is about as flaky as she is.
She's never been overly maternal, a failed search
for a surrogate led to a very successful c-section.
Exhibit: Me.
- Honey, I'm so proud of you for trying that diet
I told you about!
- Mom, I'm on a rationing dry run.
- Well, you could market that.
You can "half" it all!
- Brennan might be coming over after school, if that's okay.
- She hasn't been over for ages, that's wonderful.
- Gotta go!
Merry Christmas!
Love you!
- I try to be at school right on time.
Not early, not late, just the minimum amount of time I have
to spend in that precarious structure.
Hiya, Teddy.
- Wotcher, Sadie!
You would not believe my morning.
Wait, can't you smell it?
Disaster's in the air.
- Please don't.
- What?
One more month.
- 26 days actually.
- Hey, hey, hey, you can see history class from here.
- You know I can't walk through the old part of school.
- It's 40 feet.
- And earthquakes happen in an instant,
I will see you there.
- Sadie, I really liked your presentation yesterday.
I think this place is due for a soft reset.
- Right? Are you readying yourself?
- No, I'm too, like, here, for preservation.
- Hi, Brennan.
- Sadie.
- How you been?
- Fine.
- It's good, good, I'm glad.
Oh!
Here.
- What's this?
- Early Christmas presents since there won't...
- be another one.
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Oh!
- What's up, Sadie?
- I can't walk that way.
- We both have classes that way.
- Yeah, I go up and around.
- We'll be late for class.
- We could jog.
- I don't want to jog.
- You wanna hang out at my house this afternoon?
- What?
Sadie, you evaporate.
You can't just ask me to hang like it never changed.
- I'm just scared.
- And I have a life to live.
- Brennan, who cares about finding cool music
or cute boys anymore when it's all going to be over?
- I have fears, too.
I'm sorry they don't "matter" matter,
but high school is my world.
This is everyone's world here, and one hallway whisper
and it could all end any day too.
You better run if you wanna make class.
Brennan and I thought we'd be
best friends forever.
She's always been the bold one.
Brennan!
Why are we running?
You stole all those?
We have to take them back!
- No, they used to be five cents and now the same candies
are ten cents.
You bought them, I did the math.
- But we're gonna be in so much trouble!
- Not if we don't get caught.
Come on!
I was always the anxious one.
- Today, we start the rest of our lives.
If I don't get a locker in the yellow hall,
I will die.
Don't worry, you look amazing.
- You see, the thing about anxiety is it just
makes you more anxious. It's a vicious festering cycle.
- We should probably just get our schedules first.
- Okay.
Your chest gets tighter,
your stomach twistier, your head smushier.
- This is it, Sadie, we're sophomores now,
and you're coming with me to this party this weekend.
- I already have so much reading to do.
- Oh, I read, I get good grades, but I also made out
with Paul last weekend!
Everyone saw. I got, like, seven new followers on Sunday.
Come on!
Come have some fun!
- I have fun!
- Because we're not minor niners anymore.
We could be great.
- We always have been great.
- B!
- Roberta banana!
Come on.
Well, I'm gonna be great.
You find new interests, and disinterests.
- Hey.
Who?
I think that's out of my cool range.
Plus, I'm kinda busy with that bedroom Reno.
It's not a joke, Bren!
Why don't you come over tomorrow and check it out?
Well, maybe's better than no.
Yeah.
'Kay, bye.
Different languages, and the words have been put through
Google translate so many times that their meaning
is completely lost.
So maybe right now, Brennan doesn't want
anything to do with me.
But there's still a lot to accomplish.
Ms. nickel, my teacher I eat lunch
at the park near school with, is showing me how to knit.
I'm supposed to call her Connie.
- Surprised you came to me to learn how to knit.
Nothing says "Connie" like boring, scratchy wool.
I like Connie,
but she makes me think that maybe it's better
I don't grow up in this world.
She's engaged.
They both have good jobs, but she seems lonely at school.
And her lunches are more depressing than mine.
I've mastered everything from Cornish game hens
to creme brûlée.
I figure being skilled with a blowtorch
is a double whammy.
I also explored survivalist cuisine.
I even skipped a class, by an accidental sleep-in.
I hate this rickety bridge.
I'm gonna be home a bit late. I got detention.
- Wow, that's great, so normal.
- What's normal?
- Sadie, sort of.
Maybe she'll even use our abandoned pool.
- Yeah, so when a 9.9 earthquake hits,
I can instantly drown.
- Chlorine's bad for your hair, anyway, honey.
- Thanks, mom.
Well, this was very rewarding family time,
but I gotta go. See ya later.
But on the Richter scale of my list,
I've barely felt a tremble.
I haven't gone to a party.
I don't venture anywhere unnecessary.
- Sadie, I'm spinning at mod night this weekend,
you've got to come, you lonesome dove.
- 11 days to the Armageddon, it's my last weekend
to get everything organized.
- Oh, don't be such a potato!
Say, do you cool cats wanna twist your hips
this weekend?
- Is this gonna be, like, weird music my dad listens to?
- Possibly.
- Okay, well, I'll, uh, make sure to check my calendar.
- Blimey, as if your doomsday paraphernalia
wasn't perfectly in check.
Alright, well your name's at the door as always.
Nope, definitely haven't kissed a boy.
- Toodle-pip.
Say, have you heard...
- And I don't have my best friend back.
Hi.
- Hey, Sadie.
Not an obvious stain, which is worse because people stare
trying to figure out if it is, in fact, a stain.
Lighting? - Bummer.
- But worse than the stain is the smell.
I smell like brine.
- And on top of that, or maybe that is on top of this,
Calvin and I, I think we're done.
- You think?
- Well, we broke up, but it's not instantaneous.
- No, it's like, a wavering Jenga tower, kind of.
We don't carefully dismantle what we built.
We'll both just be left with heaps of rubble.
- Maybe you can try and slide a piece or two back in.
- We'll try.
We always try.
Update me on the list.
- I've gotten nowhere on the personal side of things.
- Sadie, I told you that you have to try...
- I know, I know, but as much as I'd like to have fun
and participate in my adolescence, the mere thought
of it makes me nauseous.
Like I'll screw up, or it'll screw me up.
- Now, I am no certified guidance counselor or anything,
but I think that's a normal feeling to have.
- But for me, it's debilitating.
I'm sure getting wasted and blotto is a hoot, but...
- no one's gonna get wasted with you if you say "hoot".
- But that loss of control feels like it'll crush me.
I think if I can just get Brennan back,
then I can at least get my proverbial foot in the door.
We were so close forever, but then my usual anxiety
morphed into this, and I guess we drifted apart.
- I think maybe you drifted away.
- Yeah.
But she turned into someone else, too.
I just wish I could fix it.
Or that we could start a new game of Jenga
and not remove a single piece.
- Maybe it's a different game now.
- Jack, just barely made it.
- Please, make use of your time here.
- So, whatcha get busted for?
- Skipped.
- Oh, bad-ass.
- Mm, no, I slept in.
You?
- Well, I painted the inside of my locker hunter green.
- Why would you do that?
- Well, I wasn't gonna paint it chartreuse.
- I saw you with Brennan Chartrin today, right?
- Uh, yeah.
- So, are you, like, in that clique now?
- In that clique now?
This isn't a lunchroom movie scene,
that's not really a thing.
Aren't you, or were, best friends?
- Yeah, but stuff happened.
- Like what kind of stuff?
I'm prying, go on.
- I did this project about natural disasters, and...
it consumed me.
The end.
So now I wear this vest every day,
I guess I was always, air-quotes, prone to anxiety.
- Well, I like the vest.
It's very vintage-y.
- Fashion.
It's where I keep my field supplies, you know?
Flashlight, iodine tablets, reflective blanket,
whistle, the basics.
- So, the 21st, huh?
It's all gonna be over. Why worry now?
- Because it's happening now!
Natural disasters went up 150 per year in the '80s
and now it's up to 370. It's like the planet's
warming up to bat!
I don't wanna get caught off-guard before the big one.
Then there's the aflockalypse, the fish dying...
- so, how does it work?
- Well, the winter solstice happens on December 21st, like, once a...
- no, no, I mean like, your life, how does it work now?
- I go to school.
But I spend as little time in the building as possible.
I wait outside until the last moment
and enter as the bell rings.
- Sounds good, less school.
- Except I can't go in the old part of the building.
- Well, I mean, it's too dangerous!
- Exactly!
Most important, when inside I always know my exit strategies
and have at least three land routes home.
- Okay, right now, what would we do?
- Well, main library door's the closest,
but the turnstiles could get twisted and present a problem.
You'd think the back fire exit,
I don't like those top-heavy stacks.
Nope.
Through the office, out the faculty exit,
that's for me, then it's a straight-shot to the front doors.
- Wow.
And outside is better?
- Of course, no falling beams, shards of glass,
you have to watch out for the trees, though,
I mean, unless you can get to my house,
then my bunker's the safest place I know of.
That's where I'll be.
- Wait, your what now?
- I converted my bedroom into a bunker.
- Well, you showed up and I got Pilates, so...
- To the bunker?
- Huh?
- Well, when the time comes I'm not just gonna run blindly into this oasis.
I gotta make sure it's up to scratch.
- Okay.
- Wow!
This is kind of awesome!
- Makes me feel secure.
Gives me hope.
- These air tanks?
- If the water doesn't recede after the Tsunami,
I'll need air to surface.
Life raft.
- Wow.
Man, I wish I thought... or, knew, the world was gonna end.
Look at this guy!
- More people need to prepare.
- Well, no.
I mean, if it's all gonna end, then, so what?
Then I wouldn't have to worry about everything.
Wouldn't have to worry about getting good grades,
so I can get into a good college,
so I can get an SUV instead of a minivan,
so I can still feel like I have some control
in my life.
I could travel.
Or I could just sleep in and not feel
so guilty about it, you know?
Just feel free.
- Believe me, doesn't make you feel free
or I wouldn't have my list.
- Your what, now?
- It's okay, you can go.
Don't waste your inner monologue on me.
"How did I end up in this crazy girl's bunker?
How can I get out?"
- Trust me, that's not what my inner monologue is saying.
What's, what's this list?
- Things to be completed before the world ends.
- Oh, well, I think we all have one of those bouncing
around in the back of our heads. It's called a bucket list.
- Not a bucket list.
It's a list for before everyone else dies.
- Dark.
Alright.
Let's hear it.
Time capsule?
- I can cross detention off the list.
Go to a high school party, sneak into a bar,
get my best friend back...
- Sadie, you know...
Sadie, you know what would make this list
a lot easier?
Is if you just, you know, let loose. Okay?
Let yourself feel free.
You know, I think we can do this.
- We? - Yeah, I wanna help.
- I, I think I need to revise the list anyway.
Brennan looks at me like I'm a bug-eyed hermit
crawling out of the woods.
She snubbed me. That's not a friend.
- What?
Oh, come on.
I mean, sure, Brennan might have turned into a bit of
a tumblr-scrolling stereotype, but I mean,
you kinda just faded into the small print
without even saying goodbye.
If you want this fixed, it's kind of up to you, Sadie.
Luckily, you have me.
- You can't say anything to her.
- Oh, I wasn't planning on doing the talking.
I was just gonna throw you into the fire.
- Terrifying.
- Bunker girl, stop looking so lonely.
- Says the man with no friends.
- You're right.
I am a man and I choose not to befriend these philistines!
They don't get me, nay, and I don't get them.
I've got mates, they're just not at the school.
- Debating whether or not sting was the right casting choice
at quadrophenia in the record store is not friendship.
- Venomous.
Are you out to destroy all your relationships,
or you taking a piss?
I'm joshing.
- I've got it. - Chlamydia?
- What? No.
- I hear it's going around.
- So, a bunch of people including Brennan
are headed to the beach after school.
It's like a group thing, like dogs, right?
Once you guys get used to being around each other
and intentions lighten, we'll get you off your leash.
- I can't go to the beach,
nor am I a canine.
- Why, why not?
It's outside, I thought outside was okay.
If I may, proximity to water,
unseen underwater earthquakes, the water recedes
at a rapid rate and it's too late.
- My mediator's succinct.
Sorry.
But thank you.
- Challenge accepted, Sadie.
Anyway, I gotta hand in this paper before nine
so I can apply to some far-off institution
that will define what I do for the rest of my days,
all before I can vote, by the way.
Or I'll get grounded.
Brainstorm sesh after school?
In the bunker?
- Okay.
- So, Jack Daniels just pops over to the Batcave
all of a sudden.
- His last name is Diaz, and he's helping me
figure things out with Brennan.
- Is that all? - Yeah.
It's go time!
Hi!
- I'm gonna be alone for the rest of my life.
- I got home last night and Calvin's clothes were gone,
like he caught me cheating, which I didn't,
and then there was this note there saying,
"have fun on the cabo trip!"
Our Christmas cabo trip!
It's so dramatic!
Like, if we're growing apart, it should be slow,
depressing, no grand malevolent gestures.
Don't put all your eggs in one basket
so early in life like I did, Sadie.
Or they'll go bad, you won't be able to procreate,
and no one will want you.
I'm kidding. Your eggs have decades,
and young love is a beautiful passionate thing.
Have you ever had a boyfriend?
- Not really.
- What about that Teddy pipsqueak?
- Oh, no no no, he's just a hall friend.
But I do have a new boy friend!
- Who? - Jack Diaz.
- Oh, yeah, disarmingly charming, funny, but not, "I'm funny."
Teacher crush.
Please, they have 'em in elementary school.
- He's helping me get Brennan back.
- Is that all?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
So, the green are safe zones?
- Yeah.
- And the red are no fly zones.
- Mm-hm.
- Okay, well I'll just take the old part of the school
and the cafeteria, and you just take
the new part of the school.
- So, we just follow her?
It seems a bit creepy.
- Do you use the Internet?
Creeping is, like, like a hallmark teenage pastime.
It's reconnaissance.
Now, if only we had walkie-talkies.
- You do realize who you're dealing with?
- Of course you have walkie-talkies.
- So are people actually going to that kid Teddy's mod party?
- Honestly, I don't really care!
- The marsupial's on the move.
- Marsupial?
It's too many syllables.
- The possum's on the move.
- Perfect.
- Still a marsupial.
- I have a visual.
- Is mod a thing?
Like, is it coming back?
- When was it here?
- Isn't it 21 and over?
- That does give it a Monday morning bad-ass cred.
It's kind of crazy how he DJs at a bar when he's only 17.
- I don't think we have time to go to the bean today.
Should we just grab a drink in the cafeteria?
- Well, let's make it quick. I don't wanna be seen in the caf!
Bean, def tomorrow!
- Think we found our possum's tree.
Holy... where'd you get this?
- It's my dad's.
- What was he, an action hero or something?
- Nah, a mid-life crisis.
Just gotta make sure I don't Bueller this thing.
- No, I don't wanna get ya in trouble.
- Ah, don't worry about it.
When your dad places all his unfulfilled dreams
on your shoulders, you're kind of always in trouble.
- I didn't realize that...
- alright, so, have you thought about
what you're gonna say?
- Umm, I'm gonna talk things through with her?
- Long verbose declamation, or short and earnest?
- I didn't plan a speech.
- Spontaneity!
Straight from the heart. I like it!
Good luck.
- So I checked the hashtag everywhere,
and mod definitely has a "nobody's doing it" type of feel,
but nobody's doing it.
- Are, uh, you girls heading to the bean?
- Yeah.
- Uh, well, I only have room for one.
Brennan, you want to ride along?
- Oh! - Oh.
- Uh, sure.
- Oh, my god. - Good for her.
- No. Good for her, totally. - Good for her.
♪ Fuck all you bad boys
♪ you bad, bad boys
- cool car.
- Uh, yeah, yeah, thanks.
♪ You bad boys, you bad, bad boys ♪
♪ comin' on down cloud 69
oh, crap, um, there's the thing, at the school,
and, and it matters!
I gotta go back.
- But the bean...
- Right, um, sorry.
Why don't I just drop you here?
- Yeah, sure.
- Sorry.
♪ I'm like dynamite
♪ it's a gentle pull
♪ you can let 'em wait but you never feel full ♪
♪ I'm like, oh my god, you know you need a girl girl girl ♪
- Oh my god, girls. Get here.
Yeah, it was like the coolest car ride ever!
Mm-hm, yeah, I'm already at the bean.
Um, 'cause it's like a muscle car.
They're the fastest!
Yeah, see you, too.
♪ Comin' on down cloud 69
- didn't go so well?
- Didn't go beyond the tree.
She was on the phone pretending like she was already there,
acting cool.
- People wanna seem cool.
- We never did.
Not for each other.
God, I'm such a wuss.
Ugh, I suck! - Me too.
Let's just get it over with. Off ourselves.
Double-suey.
Shit, not supposed to suggest suicide to students.
Especially not one who's obsessed
with the world's population dying.
It's my obsession with everyone dying
that nurtures my extreme will to survive.
- Phew, that could've been a lawsuit.
- And you'd feel bad.
- Sure, that too.
So you were sucking?
Oh my god, I have to stop doing that.
- I can't figure it out!
It's like I don't know how to have relationships anymore!
As soon as I get a moment to talk to Brennan,
I just filled with so much anxiety
and shrank into nothingness!
- On the flip side, I called Calvin last night.
Bared my soul, blubbered, wailed, and I think I even gag-heaved.
There's no green side on our lawn.
- It's the Friday before the final Friday,
and I resigned myself to myself.
They don't need me and I don't need them.
There's a lot to be done.
I know weeks from now I'll be digging
through rubble, hopelessly searching for survivors.
And I'll have to make peace with the fact
that I didn't sort things out with Brennan.
But I might as well get ready for a life of solitude.
At least I'll have a life.
- And that is Uranus.
You got it?
Neptune is the outermost planet and the third most massive.
It's similar to Uranus but it's a darker blue color.
Alright, fire alarm.
Let's line up at the front of the class for a headcount.
- Excuse me! - Sadie, let's wait for the class.
- My way's more efficient!
- Sadie!
Sadie, Sadie, it's okay!
It's not your responsibility. You can't... you don't have to...
- shhh, it's just a false alarm. It's okay.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay. I get it.
- No, I got so wrapped up, I didn't know I lost you.
And then when I did, it was too late.
- You don't think I missed you too?
I couldn't wait forever.
- You! You!
- Slow down!
- I thought I was gonna die!
- Wait, you orchestrated this?
That's so sweet!
I guess I can still hang with someone
who doesn't have a yellow locker.
- You pulled the fire alarm, and I get
a full lunch detention on Wednesday.
- You totally deserved it.
- Hey, look, I risked my baby-making bits
pulling that one, alright?
- Connie, come join us!
- You're gonna get detention for that one, Sade.
- Later.
- Um, you call Ms. nickel by her first name, Sade?
- We eat lunch together.
She's a bit quirky, but I like her.
- I can't believe you guys did all that.
And thanks, Jack, for pushing her off the cliff.
- Nah, she jumped.
She's gonna do it.
Oh my god, she's gonna do it!
Yeah, crustaceous rose!
That's the darkest shade yet!
Been practicing.
- 'Kay, so, it's Friday.
What should we do tonight?
- I say we each commit three dollars and see
who can find the weirdest, slash funniest, buys
at 99 cent store.
- Or, we could stay in the bunker!
Hazard vest, huh?
So funny, slash weird!
- Sadie, outside is okay.
- It's an unnecessary excursion.
- Sade, remember how we got so bored lying around our rooms
we'd take an hour and a half to walk the four blocks
and back to the dollar store?
- Yeah.
- Well, the longer we take to get there,
the closer we are to the bunker,
and when we get there we'll know the bunker
is just a few blocks away.
- And so here's the real kicker.
My mom threw out my lucky underwear!
My lucky pair! They're gone.
- That actually is the most embarrassing first ever date.
- Well, aren't they all?
Sadie, what's yours?
- Oh, um, I actually haven't been on a date.
- Mine was pretty awful.
- Soda Sam?
- Yeah, I had the hugest crush on Sam.
Like, school started and he was a different person.
So, a bunch of us were going to the movies
but Sam asked me to go with him.
- The one where the girl takes off her glasses
and she's hot.
- Gotcha.
- I'm excited and nervous and have all the feels.
So, Sam and I sit two rows away from everyone else.
- Wait, and you were there?
- Yes, now let her tell the story!
- Okay, sorry, sorry, I like a full picture!
- So, the movie starts, cool guys made a bet,
but I'm barely paying attention because I can't
slow my heart rate.
Guys, why am I telling you this story?
- Oh, no no no, c'mon, it's cute.
- Is it?
- Yes, continue.
- Ugh, okay!
So, I notice his hand moves past the kernels
and I realize he's reaching for my hand,
so I reach out to meet him halfway but it's like
I've lost control of my limbs,
and my hand flies towards him and barrels
into the giant coke and pours all over him!
Okay, no, I can't do it!
- No, no no, you have to, come on.
- Sadie, just finish it!
Sam leaps up, his pants are all wet,
and Brennan grabs some napkins and starts
mopping 'em up!
And Sam gets noticeably... excited...
- No, no, he...!
- Yes.
- It was pretty awful.
- Yeah.
- Okay, and then what happened?
- Actually, Sadie had a severe allergic reaction
to peanuts, so we had to rush her out of there,
and thankfully a near-death experience
outshines the awkwardness at school on Mondays.
- Eventful.
So, um, so, Sadie, do you have your epi-pen on you?
- Hm?
- You're eating chocolate-covered peanuts.
- Sadie! Spit it out, spit 'em out!
Are you okay?
- She's not allergic.
- Okay, Jack, this is serious!
- He's right.
- You faked it?
- You were standing there, your face was crustaceous rose.
What was I supposed to do?
- Alright, ladies.
By the looks of the moon, if I don't head home now,
I will turn into a werewolf.
- Goodnight. - Night!
- Goodnight, ladies.
- Thanks for saving me.
- It was my pleasure.
Oh, but hiding my nutty legumes from you for years sucked.
- So, tomorrow? - Hm?
- Let's do stuff.
We'll do things, or nothing, I don't know.
- Sounds perfect.
This is cool.
Us like we were.
- Yeah, we're getting there.
I think I'm in the best mood I've been in
since I learned about the planet's expiry date.
I leave you with one of my favorite songs.
- If I were a dude, would I be like a hot action hero,
or an endearing cute nerd?
- A suave international spy.
- If I were a post-apocalyptic heroine, which I will be,
would I be more like tank girl or Katniss Everdeen?
- Linda Hamilton in Terminator.
- Ooh. - Yeah.
- Guys, I think we have a plan.
- I like planning.
But yours make my stomach bark.
- Teddy's mod night is tonight.
- Not happening.
- It's 21 and over anyway.
- Don't worry about it!
- I'm not!
I'm worried about everything else.
- Look, I've got it covered, alright?
I went to the club today, and I told them
that I drunkenly forgot my credit card there
the night before. My dad does it all the time.
They couldn't find it. I must have been hammered.
You want your exit routes?
You got 'em.
So, the club is located in an alleyway, with a main entrance
in the front and then a second in the back.
Once we're in the club, we have our bathroom to the left,
along with our coveted emergency exit.
- What was the structure like?
Converted factory space.
- So, wide ceilings, horizontal supports?
Ain't happening.
- No, no, it was vertical supports with great thick pillars.
- I'd have to inspect it first.
- So, what would we wear?
- Mod clothes?
- Looks hygienic.
- Looks fun.
- Looks like it could cave in without an earthquake.
- Sorry, you can't get in.
- Well, you only live once and stuff.
Let's do it. - Really?
- You'll go in? - Totally!
Act cool.
♪ Whenever I'm with him
♪ something inside
♪ starts to burning
- oh. After you.
♪ And I'm filled with desire
♪ could it be a devil in me
welcome to the critter club.
- Hi.
We're on the list.
Well, she is, she always is.
- Sadie Mitchell.
- Gotcha.
Just need to see some ids.
- No, it's okay, we're on the list.
- Not tonight, kids.
- Well, solid effort, guys!
- It's like, when they say you can't, you just want to.
- I know, and now I'll never get to scratch
"sneak into a bar" off my list.
- What list?
- Of things to be completed before the end.
- Was I on that list?
I'm honored.
I'm sorry you won't be able to scratch "bar" off it.
- Yeah, what I'd do to get in there...
- Well, then I guess it's a good thing that I
used the bathroom today and I taped the backdoor lock open.
- What?
Guys, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- Sadie, now, you, you wouldn't lie to us, would you?
Nail file.
- No, it is on the list, I just, I just, I just,
I think I exaggerated my determination.
- Come on!
- Okay, Sadie, Sadie, look!
Well-lit exit signs, and easy exit routes
around the crowd there and there.
- I'll get us drinks.
- Sadie, look at me.
I'm proud of you.
- I can have fun!
♪ Nowhere to run to, baby
♪ nowhere to hide
♪ got nowhere to run to, baby
♪ nowhere to hide
♪ it's not love I'm running from ♪
- I think I really love dancing!
- Where'd you learn these moves?
- Look around!
- Look at you two love-birds twisting in my club!
Glad you made it.
How'd you get in?
- We snuck in.
- What have you done with this bird?
Third bird!
- Hi Teddy, cool party, or night.
- Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Well, I've gotta go while the needle's hot.
Let me know if you geezers wanna hear anything.
♪ Got nowhere to run to, baby
♪ nowhere to hide
- this one goes out to Sadie!
For who the world is not enough.
♪ Set me free, why don't you, baby ♪
♪ get out my life, why don't you, baby ♪
♪ 'cause you don't really love me ♪
♪ you just keep me hangin' on
♪ you don't really need me
♪ but you keep me hangin' on
♪ why do you keep a-coming around ♪
♪ playing with my heart
♪ why don't you get out of my life ♪
♪ and let me make a new start
♪ let me get over you
♪ the way you've gotten over me ♪
- So you use that pocket watch to time travel?
- Not just travel through time, my dear, but space and time.
Have you ever read "a wrinkle in time"?
- Yeah.
- Some people think it's a kid's book,
but it's actually a how-to guide on time travel.
- How so?
- The tesseract.
The phenom of the fifth dimension.
It is like folding the fabric of space and time,
barreling through the universe,
transporting you to someplace totally new.
Oh!
- I'm gonna go request a song.
- Have you seen the future?
- Future?
When I go to other planets, who knows what year it is?
But here on earth, no, never.
- That's because it's gonna end in six days.
At least, as we know it.
- The 21st.
Could be, if the it wins.
- The it?
- You know, the darkness, the mind control.
It's trying to win, but the artists, the philosophers,
the groovy cats like these, they're trying to fight it.
Everywhere you look, the it is trying to control your mind,
it's trying to distract you from what is real,
it's trying to make you fear the inane.
- Yeah. - It's everywhere.
You can't sit on the John without seeing those,
those toilet seat covers provided for your protection,
by management.
Safety guard.
All I know is I plan to tesser out with this
for a little bit come Friday.
- Lucky you. - Mmm.
In the words of madame L'engle,
"love, that is what she had that the it did not have."
- How did you two get in here?
- Oh! Bye, Burt!
- A straight line is not the shortest distance
between two points.
- You joshing?
Destiny's child is not the kind of R&B I play here!
- Getting arrested was not on my list, Jack!
Brennan!
We shouldn't have left her there.
- We didn't really have a choice.
I mean, maybe her and Teddy hit it off.
I'm sure he'll help her out.
- Teddy is oblivious to other people,
especially when he's listening to music!
- Okay, then we'll see her when she gets out.
Okay, we'll wait here.
Sadie, that was a rush!
Didn't that make you feel free?
- Fearing I may spend the night in the slammer
does not make me feel very free.
- So, should I call your parents, or maybe the cops?
They decide.
- I wish I could tesser through time.
I'd happily take time on Uriel with the archangels.
- Yeah, that Burt guy was a trip.
Do you think he was on something?
- I thought he was interesting.
- Hey, hey, security!
We've got some rockers ready to brawl at the front!
It's Kobe Bryant all over again!
Please, thank you!
♪ We are the mods, we are the mods ♪
♪ we are, we are, we are the mods ♪
♪ we are the mods, we are the mods ♪
♪ we are, we are, we are the mods ♪
- What do you think he meant when he said,
"a straight line is not the shortest distance
between two points"?
- Maybe when something happens, or you do something...
it doesn't always make total sense.
But if it's right...
♪ So tenderly
♪ with our burning love, baby baby ♪
♪ that stings like a bee, baby baby ♪
♪ now that I surrender, baby baby ♪
♪ so helplessly
- Brennan!
♪ You now want to leave, baby baby ♪
♪ ooh, you wanna leave me, baby baby ♪
♪ ooh baby baby, where did our love go ♪
♪ ooh, don't you want me
♪ don't you want me no more, baby baby ♪
♪ ooh, baby
- no!
Where are you?
No! No!
- This is why I should've just let it be.
Feeling like I had lost Brennan was good prep
for the great loss to come.
Before, I was just a bad friend who drifted.
Now, I've really hurt her.
The shortest distance between two points
is not always a straight line.
I had no idea she liked Jack.
I had no idea he liked me.
And until he almost kissed me...
I had no idea I liked him.
But now I don't.
And I hope he doesn't.
- Honey, there's a Jack here to see you.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- I'm trying to follow your lead here
of not preparing speeches, winging it.
Your way sucks.
- Yeah, 'member?
Didn't work so well for me either.
- Or, grand romantic gesture, yes!
Um, mental rewind.
- Oh sweet angel, a cherub who will deliver us all
at the hour of the great demise!
And continue on the fight after the rapture!
Oh, angel of death, send me high!
- Angel of death?!
- No, no, it's a good thing. Like Sunday school?
Saint Michael brought a whole bunch of people
up to heaven after the rapture.
- So, I'm gonna kill everyone and I'm a dude?
- How did religious metaphor work so well for Romeo?
- He did have Shakespeare workin' for him.
- Well, I mean, I didn't have a lot of time to prepare.
Neither of us knew, Sadie.
It's not our fault.
- There's no more time.
Brennan made me realize this makes no sense.
I can't open up to somebody who I'm just gonna lose
in a few days.
I'm no good for you.
- But I climbed a tree!
So this is what teenage angst feels like.
- Brennan!
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- Of course you didn't.
You don't blab to everyone around school
about the boy you like because you look pretty stupid
if he finds out and he doesn't like you back.
- Well, why didn't you tell me?
- Sadie, fourth grade, miss grange's class,
who was my crush?
- Matt Dylan, no relation?
- Our first summer at camp Wonagan, who did we stalk?
- Christopher creepy-hands, which I never understood, but...
- you knew those things because you were my best friend.
You lost those privileges.
See ya.
- No, look, I am here in the old part of school
for you!
- No, Sadie, it's about you.
This is about jumping into your delusional void.
You need to figure out you before there's an us.
None of this is about me.
- Yes, it is.
Brennan, I am trying!
I just wanna make things right before th...
- ugh, before!
I don't wanna hear "before" or "when"!
The world isn't gonna end, Sadie!
You need to free yourself because break
will come and go and we'll all be back at school.
This hallway you're so afraid of,
it's just a bunch of walls you built
because you're too afraid to live your life.
- You're wrong.
- Fine.
The world is gonna end.
Super volcanoes fill the atmosphere with ash
while tsunamis cover the earth in water.
You're gonna make it through that?
You and your little bunker box?
- I am prepared.
- But why, Sadie?
Why won't you live your life while you have one?
What would be left that's worth being there for?
- Please work or read quietly.
- You don't have detention.
- Chartreuse.
Principal said if I painted my locker
one more shade of green, he'd suspend me.
C'mon, Sadie.
Talk to me.
I like you...
and I'm pretty sure that you like me.
And look, I get it, chicks before dicks,
and I feel bad about Brennan too,
but she'll get over this before you know it, okay?
That's, that's how these things work.
She's gonna walk down the hall and see someone
she's seen a million times.
And one day, she'll just see them differently.
Know they're a match.
Like I did.
- Even if there was time, I couldn't do that to her.
- Sadie, but that is what's so great about being with you!
There is no time!
I get to live my life like the world is gonna end.
I'm not worried about this detention
being on my transcript.
Do you know that last week was the first time
that I didn't lie awake in bed thinking of all the ways
I could have hurt my college chances?
Instead, I drifted off thinking about you.
Look, Sadie, maybe it has nothing to do
with the end of the world.
Maybe you can't open up to someone...
well, because you can't open up to yourself.
- I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Where do you think you're going?
Go.
- Sadie, Sadie!
- Love.
That was what she had that it did not have.
No thanks.
It's better if I just stay away.
I'm only causing pain.
If this is it for them, they should enjoy their last moments
without me screwing things up.
- FG is a force of attraction,
and g is the constant gravitational pull.
The acceleration between two objects
is shown by a1 and a2.
- Everyone under your desks!
- Is everyone okay?
- The big one's coming!
- This is it.
A preview.
A precursor to something much bigger.
Time to double-check the inventory.
- You're out of water-purifying tablets?!
- Yeah, look, we're out of a lot of things, all right?
- But I need some!
- Sadie, you keep a larger stock than I do.
You'll be fine.
- You have iodine pills?
I'll give you 50 for a bottle.
A hundred!
- 80 bucks.
- What?!
- 80 bucks.
Forget the list.
Time to say my goodbyes.
Only minor injuries
were sustained during yesterday's 7.6,
but some experts worry this quake may just be
a foreshock of something much bigger to come.
There is still an Amber alert on the red Toyota pick-up...
- Morning, sweetie.
Last seen at crimson...
- Have a good day, honey.
- Wait.
You guys can... should stay in the bunker tonight.
- Why would we do that?
- Aw, my, my. Come on, honey.
Come on, I thought this was done with.
You've come so far!
This will be all over tomorrow.
- Roger.
- There was a massive earthquake yesterday.
But I'm sure we'll be fine sleeping
in our own beds tonight, sweetheart...
- but you...
- but if anything should happen when the clock strikes 12,
we will be in that bunker faster than you can say...
- Apocalypse.
- Come here.
- No one can say you're not committed.
- I love you.
- We love you, too.
- I just wanted to say thank you
for... distracting me.
- It is one of my finer qualities.
Sadie, tomorrow's forecast of doom
has me noodle stewing.
Maybe you're right.
- I have been telling you...
- no!
About how records aren't mates.
I mean, they are, but they shouldn't be
my only friends.
I think I started running in the hallways
with you 'cause I thought this old fish
would swim backwards upstream.
No offense.
- Eh.
- I figured with all your nutter ideas,
you couldn't possibly cast me off
as a radio rental.
Mental.
But I learned you're smashing.
Anyway, maybe I've got this front
because I'm afraid people won't accept me.
- Hm, that's very mature...
or wise of you, I think, Teddy.
But you're you.
A really great you.
And that's no front.
- I'm not British.
- Well, I figured I could be someone new in high school,
and if people can pick their clothes, why not their accents?
- That's... fair, I guess.
- You know, if I didn't say that out loud,
I would've just buried it back down
once tomorrow comes and goes.
Whichever way it goes.
Thanks.
- I'm glad I could help, Teddy.
- I'm throwing a party tonight, and it's for people
I actually go to school with.
- "One last bash before the big smash."
Better hurry, or we're gonna be late.
- One last history class, huh?
I can groove with that.
Did somebody die?
- No, no one died.
"The end is near."
So now they believe.
Crap, bye Teddy!
Hi.
I know you don't wanna talk to me, but i...
- there was an earthquake yesterday.
I know.
You told me so.
- No, I just... I wanted to say goodbye.
- Bye.
- There she is.
- You know what to do, right?
- What are you guys talking about?
- Can we stop it?
- The apocalypse.
Aren't you the expert?
- Umm, I dunno, I mean, I know some.
- So what can we do?
- Nothing now!
You might just wanna say your goodbyes.
- What? - Goodbyes?
- Look, you have supplies.
Can, can we have some?
- I only have enough for myself and...
I have to go.
Sorry I couldn't do more to help.
Hide under a strong table or door frame.
Fill all your jugs with water.
Goodbye!
- Goodbye.
- Sadie,
I can't tell you how much you meant to me.
I built my whole life around Calvin,
and I forgot to keep any friends in the process.
But then I met you on the bleachers, and I made a new one.
You're smart, funny, and so damn strong
I wanna punch your xiphoid.
There's your last anatomy lesson.
I want you to use that foresight of yours
and not make the same mistakes I did.
Your fight for survival has made me realize
maybe I don't have to fear being alone at the end.
It's time to enter the void.
I don't know what will happen tomorrow,
but at least I won't be here.
Goodbye, Sadie.
Always,
Connie.
- Dad, I need you to drive me!
Dad, go faster!
The white one! The grey... white... right, right, right!
- Sadie!
- Sadie! What the fuck?!
- You can't kill yourself!
- You'll meet other guys, you can't just hide away
and plan your own pity party, Connie!
You are hilarious and brassy in the best of ways!
It's not your choice to leave the world behind,
and removing yourself from it like that is, is
the most selfish thing you could do!
- Sadie, what are you talking about?
- You left me a suicide letter!
If I hadn't gotten here on time and you did it,
just think of the long-term damage I could've sustained!
Wait, have you already done it?
Connie, spit them out!
- Sadie, Sadie.
Okay.
I left you that letter because I didn't
see you at school today.
- But you said, "I won't be here."
- I won't be here!
Yesterday's quake got me thinking.
If it is the end tomorrow,
I don't wanna be lying in bed wallowing.
I'm gonna be sitting on a beach in cabo,
enjoying my vacation without Calvin.
That letter was a "just in case" goodbye.
- Oh.
Wait, the pills!
- Have you ever tried to find Motrin PMs in Mexico?
Sadie, did you hear anything you just said to me?
- Excuse me?
- I meant what I wrote.
You are so strong.
But don't be stubborn.
There is a big what-if hanging in the air,
and if it is your last night, then,
then go out there and have fun.
- I can't.
- Yes, you can.
Life can always end.
That's the point of living.
So take the risk and live your life.
High school's gonna throw so much crap at you.
It's gonna get better and worse in different ways.
Meet it head-on.
- But I'm crummy!
- Are you kidding me?
You have a boy who's head-over-heels for you.
You show Brennan that there's more to life
than the reachover social media brand.
Then the Teddy kid, he's there.
You affect people.
- I guess I do.
- So let them affect you.
The world can wait a few hours.
- You're right.
- Now, quick.
Demure blue or trampy red?
What's the saying? Sluts have more fun?
- Mm, not sure I've heard that one.
Have a great trip, Connie.
But when that wave comes, it's easier if you don't fight it.
- Morbid, Sadie, morbid.
Come here.
- Oh, also!
I broke a window!
Sorry, bye!
- So charming, okay.
Alright.
- Sadie.
- Right, you're here.
- Everything okay?
- Yeah.
Actually, things are pretty great, dad.
- So, you want a ride home?
- Mm... sure.
Love you dad, thanks!
♪ You are the one
♪ you are the only one
♪ I was born to know
♪ beyond the crush of any summer lust ♪
♪ and we dared to go
♪ to chain our hearts
♪ and tear apart and come together again ♪
♪ a lover's bane
♪ forever will remain and I remember when ♪
♪ a-hoo, stars are falling, are we falling too ♪
♪ a-hoo, dawn is coming, what's this coming to ♪
♪ on a night like this
- this is seriously the party to end all parties.
- Kay, so this is definitely post-apocalyptic.
The hat trend will totally be dead.
- Bunker girl!
Oh!
I cannot believe you came before the big kip!
- You know me, never miss a party.
- And what a knees-up it is!
It's a stonker!
Gecko the lava cakes,
and there's meteor margaritas as well.
And for additional entertainment,
we have pin the tail on the Mayan calendar!
- How does it work?
- You pin the tail on December 21st.
- Shouldn't people be blindfolded?
- No one actually knows how to read it, so...
Everyone drinks!
- Yay!
You've really outdone yourself.
Is there a back door?
- Exit strategies, right, of course!
Right through there.
And, Sadie, you look totally dishy.
Hot!
Now, who's ready for the end of the world?
Don't touch that.
- No, not yet!
- Emoticons were, like, analog emojis.
Also, I'm, like, really intimidated by...
- Sadie.
Why are you on the ground?
- I took a dive.
- I'm so sorry I stepped on your foot.
- Please.
- I am.
- No, I mean you have nothing to be sorry about.
- Oh, big picture.
- Brennan, I didn't intend on becoming this way.
It just sorta happened gradually over the course
of that natural disaster project.
You have always been so adventurous,
and you were so patient as I tested the waters.
- Felt like I was rising to the occasion.
- But one day, I looked up and I couldn't hang out
at the mall under a glass ceiling anymore, and...
I felt like you ditched me.
And now I realize that I ran away from you.
You know I would never intentionally hurt you.
- Sade.
I love who you are.
I was never angry that you became this way.
I was angry that you didn't let me in.
- I'm sorry.
- We're all afraid. I'm scared my tits are falling
and you're worried the sky is.
Tomatoes, to-mah-toes.
And I'm over Jack.
I met a new guy.
And I already kissed him.
I think you know him?
- Who?!
- Teddy!
- No way!
That's amazing!
And weird.
- I know.
Did you know he's not actually British?
He's so culturally fluid.
I was hoping you'd come tonight.
I really wanted to tell my best friend.
- So, do you wanna sleep over at my place tonight?
I got a cot with your name on it.
- Then I'm in, cap'n.
We'll brave a new world together.
But seriously, Jack.
Go get him.
- You don't think I blew it already?
- I think he'd wait outside your house in an earthquake.
Go!
11:54.
- Wotcher, Sadie! - Hey.
Have you guys seen Jack Diaz?
- No, but you wanna try the beer-cano?
- Not really.
Jack Diaz, you seen him?
- Uh, I think he's in the sun room.
- Thanks.
Oh, god.
11:55.
You're not Jack. Oh!
- Check the pool!
- Thank you, thank you, thank you!
♪ And come together again
♪ a lover's bane
♪ forever will remain, and I remember when ♪
♪ a-hoo, stars are falling...
Jack!
♪ A-hoo, dawn is coming, what's this coming to ♪
♪ on a night like this
- hey.
- I was looking for you.
I was upstairs and I stupidly thought
you were with someone else, but of course you're not.
I wanna survive with you, Jack.
- What time is it?
What is it?
- I can't look.
- Why?
- Because then the clock will strike 12
and the world would turn into a smashed-up pumpkin.
And there might not be anyone to bring me my glass slipper.
- Are you comparing me to prince charming?
- Oh my god, did I just compare myself to Cinderella?
- Wow, I, she is the fairest of them all.
- That's snow white.
- Just go with it.
♪ On a night like this
♪ on a night like this
♪ a-hoo, stars are falling, are we falling too ♪
I might have snuck a peek at your list.
- Yay!
You guys and us guys!
- Blimey, this is personal and share-y.
- You know, I say we all go swimming.
- I don't go in pools.
- Sadie, what's left on your list?
- Well, I guess the apocalypse won't start before 12.
Love.
That was what she had that it did not have.
- One.
Everything in high school
is the end of the world.
- Two.
And I know I'm ready for it.
- Three!
♪ I felt nothing as it drained away ♪
♪ later I felt absence
♪ I felt the empty space
♪ self deception, such a dangerous weapon for me ♪
♪ it's not pretty
♪ a damsel in distress
♪ don't let me romanticize the mess ♪
♪ pity's not a party
♪ pity's no place to place your bets ♪
♪ I finally found a way
♪ to give my doubt away
♪ I finally found a way
♪ now nothing's in the way
♪ now I don't feel the weight
♪ I finally found a way
♪ I felt nothing as it drained away ♪
♪ later I felt absence
♪ I felt the empty space
♪ self perfection, such a dangerous obsession for me ♪
♪ it's not pretty
♪ so many things repressed
♪ don't let these thoughts die in your chest ♪
♪ silence isn't sacred
♪ silent's no place to place your bets ♪
♪ it's not pretty
♪ a damsel in distress
♪ don't let me romanticize the mess ♪
♪ pity's not a party
♪ pity's no place, to place, to place your bets ♪