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Dialogue 5 - Everybody's Gone to the Rapture

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This article is dialogue of Everybody's Gone to the Rapture / Chapter 5 - Stephen.

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Stephen

Telephone

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Kate: There's data coming through faster than I can encode it,

          I've already lost two processors, they keep burning out

Stephen: Please, I love you. Yu need to get out of there, it's not safe.

Kate: I need you, Stephen, I need you here. I can open the gate manually; I can let you in!

Stephen: It's too dangerous. You don't understand what's happening out here!

Kate: No, you don't understand! We can solve this, we can find a way!

          I just need more power. I need to amplify the signal and I can't do it on my own.

          You saw the opportunity! You ran the numbers, remember?!

Stephen: We're responsible for all this. You and me.

Kate: It's not just you and me anymore though is it?

Stephen: Jesus, Kate, you're trying to talk to it, aren't you? Kate, you can't!

Kate: Stephen, I have to.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Charlie: It's completely dead. It won't start.

Meg: It's only a short walk to the camp. I think we should split up.

         You go and fetch Rachel, I'll go back to the village and find Evie.

Charlie: I don't think we should split up.

Meg: I don't want to either, Charlie, but we've got to.

         I'll meet you back at my house later on, OK? We can talk properly then.

Charile: Why won't you tell me what happened?

Meg: No, no, actually you should stay at the camp tonight, come and dine me in the morning.

         Bring Rachal back. She's gonna need her mother. Just take care of her.

Charlie: Meg - 

             Meg!

Meg: What is it, Charlie?

Charlie: Nothing.

             Just be careful, that's all.

Meg: I will, I promise. You as well.

         I'll see you later on.

 

 

Telephone

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Lizzie: But why on earth are you there? Why aren't you calling from home?

Stephen: It's hard to explain, I'm having to move around to follow it.

               When it finds a suitable host it begins to amplify -

               sorry - I'm not making much sense.

Lizzie: They're talking about flu amd a quarantine on the radio, but this?

            I know you're not that kind of doctor, but it all just sounds really weird.

Stephen: We don't know exactly what it is yet, but it's got something to do with the other night.

Lizzie: Stephen - your face - the mark - do you think you're infected?

Stephen: It's not a disease, Lizzie, it's something else.

                There's something Kate said, about patterns, I can't grasp it clearly yet.

Lizzie: Okay come over, have some lunch, we can talk properly.

            Have you spoken with Kate?

Stephen: She's locked herself in the Observatory. She's buried in the data,

                but it's already out here in the world. I need to see how it adapts.

Lizzie: How what adapts? Stephen, try to explain...

Stephen: Time's up!

                Lizzie, listen, be ready - 

                I need to go, it's moving again - I'll call you later!

 

 

Triggered Story Scene

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Stephen: Do you think she'll like it?

Wendy: It's in an awful state. Stephen, I don't think she'll - 

Stephen: It'll be an adventure. It'll mean putting down roots here, maybe a family -

Wendy: Are you sure she - wants children? To stay here? It's not her place, you know.

Stephen: Don't start that again, please.

Wendy: I mean she's ambitious, love. And she's well, older.

             She's not gonna want to stay cooped up at home looking after the kids -

Stephen: Is that how you felt about me?

Wendy: Oh stop it, Stephen, that's not what I meant and you know it.

             I just saying you should make a choice.

             If it's a familly you want... Well, you know haow much Lizzie wants a family.

Stephen: Jesus, Mum, I didn't come here dor marriage guidance,

                I just asked what you thought about a fucking house!

Wendy: Stephen Appleton! Language!

Stephen: Sorry, it's just that you have to understand -

                Kate is the most brilliant, extraordinary, wonderful person I've ever known.

                She's... she's like no-one else.

                The way she looks at things, it's she has whole worlds inside her head.

                I don't think you, or anyone, really understands that.

 

Radio

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Kate: Physical changes are evident.

         Although the butterfly burn has now faded, I can cleary see the change in my pores up close.

         As I record there words, I can feel myself hearing them as if for the first time, as I am both

         speaker and listener simultaneously.

         I am a scientist,

         I can only deal with the evidence I have,

        and this points in one simple direction.

        It's not in the observatory.

        It's in me.

 

 

Telephone

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Stephen: Kate,

               Kate can you hear me?

               Listen,

               I'm trying to make things right.

               I've isolated myself,

               I'm in the old bunker at the substation.

               Just keep this band clear,

               if you're still alive,

               I'll try and check in every hour.

               Kate, I've convinced them to use the gas - 

               I didn't know how else to stop it.

               I couldn't save them.

               Kate, it's in us too.

               I've made - arrangements - for myself for after the strike, after I've finished the job -

               you need to think of that too.

               And I'm sorry.

               I'm sorry about it all.

 

 

Telephone

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Clive: No phones, you know the protocol!

Stephen: That doesn't matter now.

                It's figured out how to circumvent the telecommunications blackout.

Clive: What?

Stephen: I didn't think it could. Kate understood, she saw how adaptable it was. How smart.

Clive: Jesus Christ, you're talking about it like it's alive -

Stephen: You have to assume that everyone here is infected.

Clive: We can't know that -

Stephen: We're infected!

                It's killed all the birds and now it's in us,

                it's trying to leave the calley anyway it can.

                The quarantine is not enough - you've got to remove the carriers.

                You've got to cut off its energy source, its food.

Clive: I've already told you, Stephen, I'm not going to order an air strike -

Stephen: You have to -

                now it knows we're onto it, it's going to keep on spreading as fast as it can.

Clive: the quarantine and blackout will hold it in check.

          They've cut all of the phones out of the valley so it's only you communicating out now -

Stephen: Weren't you listening?

                It's figured out ways around it. Radio waves, something.

                All of the lines are cut but the phones are working anyway.

                You've done all of the right things, but it's not enough.

                You've got to stop it before it adapts again.

Clive: Stephen,

          my... my family. My wife and kids...

Stephen: You know perfectly well what you've got to do.

Clive: I can't do it. Don't ask me to do it.

          You asking me to sign their death warrant. My own family.

Stephen: Damn it, don't you think I'm aware of that!

                I'll still be here when you drop the fucking stuff!

                Don't you lecture me about sacrifice, you spineless little shit -

                if you're so full of ideas, you come here and try dealing with it.

               Tell them, the time when we had a choice is over.

               Tell them to do it.

               You've got to do it now.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Stephen: You look well.

Lizzie: I don't, but thank you.

           You too -

           how are you settling in?

Stephen: Nothing changes around here. I mean, it's great to be back,

                it still feels like home, I suppose. In a funny kind of way.

Lizzie: It's been a long time, Stephen. Last time you saw me I coukd still walk properly.

Stephen: You look pretty good to me.

Lizzie: Stop it.

Stephen: For what it's worth, I'm sorry about how things worked out.

Lizzie: Or didn't.

Stephen: Or didn't, right.

Lizzie: Do you think you made a mistake leaving?

Stephen: My mum tells me it's never too late to change things. To put things right.

Lizzie: Funny, that's just what she said to me the other day.

           I have been wondering what she meant by that.

Stephen: Oh God, that's embarrassing. Sorry.

Lizzie: Maybe I should go.

Stephen: Why?

Lizzie: Stephen, we're bothe married. I don't think this is a good idea.

Stephen: What isn't?

               We're just two old friends, having a drink, that's all.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Stephen: Have they closed the tunnel?

Howard: There's no trains - I've put up a sign -

Stephen: The tunnel, Howard, is it closed?

Howard: I think so. I don't like it, it's not right at all.

Stephen: Stop whining, it doesn't help anyone -

                did you know you're bleeding?

Howard: It's this headache, it's just killing me,

              I haven't had a nosebleed like this since I was a kid.

Stephen: But you've not been to the village?

Howard: No, I've been here the last couple of daysm or at home.

               I've only spoken to Clive at the EMC on the phone,

               well tried to anyway but with all the crossed lines and...

Stephen: But no direct contact with any other people?

Howard: No, no-one. What are you talking about? What's going on?

Stephen: It's the Pattern - it's adapted again.

               It doesn't need direct contact to transfer, it's using the phones!

Howard: What do you mean direct contact? Stephen!

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Stephen: I've never seen it.

Kate: They do though.

Stephen: You overreacting!

Kate: Stephen, they stare at me.

         Yesterday I went into the village and this old woman just stopped in the middle of the street

          and stared at me like I had two heads.

Stephen: Oh don't be so melodramatic.

Kate: I'm like a walking freak show! This place, it's so insular,

         I just don't understand how you grew up here.

Stephen: Well, I was very diffrent them

                and thery're not so bad, really.

Kate: That's easy for you to say.

Stephen: Just give it a bloody chance Kate, this was the deal. A year here

                and we could be in with a real shot at La Silla -

Howard: Stephen!

Stephen: Oh Christ, it's Lantham.

Howard: Stephen Appleton! I thought it was you!

               What's all this about a yank wife -

             oh... hello -

Kate: Two heads, Stephen. Hi, I'm Kate.

 

 

Triggered Story Scene

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Lizzie: Darling Stephen,

            I don't know if you will ever listen to this.

            Maybe you've decided to stay with Kate -

            I can't blame you for that,

            but I can't wait for you eigher.

            I've got to think about the baby

            and -

            well, I should have left a long time ago.

            I've run out of ezcuses for not leaving now.

            But I do love you Stephen,

            and I hope you find peace one way or another.

            Oh, there's planes coming -

 

 

Radio

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Kate: Repreating over and over to myself, in the dark,

          eating cold food from a can with my fingers.

          My name is Katherine Collins,

          I am Katherine Collins,

          as if can force the world to acknowledge my existence.

          Time has ceased to exist any real terms.

          I'm reduced to making off the days on the walls,

          like a cave woman.

 

 

Telephone

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Howard: Station Master's house, Howard Lantham speaking.

Clive: Howard, it's Clive, Clive Smith. I need you to listen to me

          and not ask questions or interrupt. Can you do that?

Howard: Yeah I can, why are you calling?

Clive: The Emergency Measures Committee is imposing a quarantine aroud the valley.

           We've got  an influenza outbreak un the village.

           We're suspending rail services and we're also going to be shutting down the roads for a bit -

           You're gonna be dealing with some anxious people Howard, so

           you need to explain it's all under control and we'll be back to normal in a few days.

Howard: Alright.

Clive: Open up the emergency store - there's posters and boards

           along with a bunch of stuff that hasn't been used since the war.

           Grab anything you think might be useful.

           I need you to close up any unoccupied buildings, put posters up, that sort of thing.

           Make sure everything is all sqaured away and ship shape.

           You were a military man, I'm sure you understand that.

           Everyone doing their bit, following their orders.

           Alright?

Howard: Alright, I think.

Clive: Good man. I knew we could count on you.

Howard: Ah, Jesus, my ears, what the hell was that?

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Meg: You're a daft old bird walking all the way out here for it -

         you know Charlie would have dropped it off.

Wendy: What, and have that stinking great lorry of his poisoning my birds?

              He shouldn't be driving it on these lanes, it's a hazard.

Meg: I think he was hoping he could have a word with you about Frank.

Wendy: There's nothing to say.

Meg: Listen Wendy, they might all be scared of you but that's not gonna work with me.

         You're sixty-eight years old. Grow up. Talk to Frank.

Wendy: How dare you spreal to me like that! Give me my bird feeder right now.

Meg: Promise me you'll drop by and see your brother.

Wendy: Megan Holloway, give -

Meg: Not a chance. Promise me. It's for your own good and you know it.

Wendy: You are a shamelessly manipulative and difficult woman.

              It's no wonder Charlie adores you so much.

Charlie: No wonder I do what?

Meg: No wonder you never finish what you start -

         I thought I told you to check the incoming stock orders.

         Wendy, one bird feeder for you. I'll tell Frank you'll stop by.

         Charile, stop mooning around and stick the kettle on, make yourself useful.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Sam: Appleton!

Stephen: What are you doing here?

Sam: You thieving bastard; I knew it was you!

Stephen: Listen, take everything you need, but then you have to leave.

                You don't understand, you can't be near me!

Sam: Painting your stupid little pictures, stealing food -

         you always were a little prick.

Stephen: Please, every second we're in proximity makes it worse - I'm a primary conduit -

Sam: You're fucking disgrace - come here!

Meg: Sam, what the hell is going on?

Stephen: Don't touch me! Get off!

Sam: Coming here lording it over us!

Meg: Jesus - Sam!

Stephen: Get off!

Sam: Thinking you're so much better than the rest of us,

Meg: Sam, leave him!

Stephen: Please, no physical contact!

Sam: you and your stupid fucking missus.

Meg: Sam, stop it!

Stephen: She's better than any of you!

                Sam...

                Sam?

Meg: Is he?

Stephen: Meg, please -

Meg: Don't come near me!

Stephen: Meg!

Meg: Charlie! Don't touch me!

Stephen: Meg! Meg, wait!

               Please, you have to understand it was an accident!

Charlie: Get off her!

Meg: Let go, let's just go!

Stephen: Charlie, you have to understand it was an accident!

Meg: Just leave him! Leave him!

Charlie: What have you done Appleton, ya bastard?!

Meg: Come on Charlie, let's just get out of here!

Stephen: Meg, Charlie, please!

 

 

Radio

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Kate: This is Katherine Collins recording for posterity.

          It's all over.

          I don't know how long I've got.

          Whatever he did, whatever the planes were carrying,

          It's burning my lungs.

          Probably some kind of nerve agent.

          I suspect it's only exposure to the Pattern that has kept my alive this long.

          I'm making my way to Tower Six, I'm going to fuse the signals from the optical array.

         I just hope I can make it.

 

 

Telephone

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Stephen: Hello,

               hello. Is anyone there, can anyone hear me?

               Clive,

               Clive, it's Stephen Appleton, areyou there, can you hear me, over?

               Come on Clive, where are you...?

               Damn it...

               Kate. Kate, it's Stephen.

               Come in Tower Six.

               Kate, are you there?

               Kate?

               Anyone - hello -

              can anyone hear me?

              This is Dr. Stephen Appleton,broadcasting from withen quarantine zone.

              Can anybody hear me, over?

              Oh God no, no. Fucking hell no!

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Frank: Jesus man, what have you done to your face?

Stephen: It's nothing.

               You collecting feed?

               Looks like the supplies haven't been coming in.

Frank: Again?

Stephen: The phones are all strange. I can't pinpoint the logic of transmission.

Frank: You what?

            What are you doing with tht paint?

Stephen: Means the EMC are actually moving at the proper speed -

                Listen, Frank, have you heard anything on the radio about a flu outbreak?

Frank: Doesn't seem much like flu to me.

Stephen: They're shutting down access to the valley to try and isolate it.

                No, there's something about the phones,

                but I can't put my fingers on it quite yet.

Frank: What are you talking about?

            Hey, I'm still talking to you - where are you going?

 

 

Telephone

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Stephen: It's all over the valley - don't you get that?!

               This isn't some abstract thing! Whatever came down into the tower has got out.

               They've quarantined the whole valley!

Kate: It's right here in the observatory.

Stephen: It's out in the world. It's adapting and spreading... do you understand?

Kate: No, we turn it away! It's come too far.

Stephen: Kate, people are disappearing. Shut it down, now!

Kate: No -

          If you won't help me, I'll do it on my own. I'm gonna route all the power back through Tower Six -

Stephen: Kate!

Kate: wait... wait!

          It's trying to break through again...

Stephen: Kate... wait!

 

 

Triggered Story Scene

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Kate: I shouldn't have come here. This was a mistake.

Stephen: What do you want me to say? You knew what you were getting into.

Kate: Really?

Stephen: Well I'm sorry we don't measure up to your exacting standerds, Doctor Collins,

                Maybe you us "ordinary humans" a break!

Kate: What? Ordinary humans like Lizzie Graves?

         Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?

         Frank told me, or did you forget there's one person in this shit-hole who actually talks to me?

Stephen: Kate, it was just a drink.

Kate: Don't bother, Stephen!

Stephen: Of for Christ's sake... Kate, slow down!

Kate: You were engaged to her, Stephen. You nearly married her!

Stephen: Oh come on - It was just a drink!

Kate: Then why the hell did you lie to me about it?

Stephen: Because I knew you'd be mad, and then it would end up in a row.

                You wanted to focus the event tonight -

Kate: Oh, so you were actually doing me a favor? Wow, I guess I just forgot to say thank you!

        Do not treat me like I'm an idiot.

Stephen: You're ober-reacting. I know... I know you're stressed -

Kate: Just don't!

         Don't!

         You keep away from me tonight. I'm not gonna let you ruin this for me.

Stephen: Kate! Kate, come on, this is crazy...

 

 

Radio

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Kate: Pressure in my eyes again. I can't move my legs, can't feel my face.

         When I collapsed, the light was waiting for me there,

         caught me, lowared me here.

         Now it's pooling around my feet, watching me.

         The pringers are spewing pit page after page of zeroes.

         It's frightened too.

         It'll be OK, it'll be fine, I'll look after you.

         It's alone, it's scared... it's travelled so far.

         It's OK, I can help you. We can be together now.

         Ten seconds to signal fusion. We can be together.

         Three seconds.

         Two.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Stephen: When I was a kid,

                my Dad found a fox

                It'd been hit by a car, and couldn't walk anymore.

                My mum went spare of course,

                made him keep it in the shed.

                He was already slipping away from us then.

                He spent hours with that fox,

                telling it all about Italy and the villages they bombed there.

                I was... I was jealous I think.

                That the fox got more of my Dad than I did.

                But it was dying, that was clear.

                So one day, I snuck out, took it a sandwich, for food.

                I was only eight.

                When it bit me, I remember the anger, the shock, the hurt,

                running in screaming from the garden, my Mum panicking about rabies.

                My Dad beat it to death with a spade.

                Later I found him crying.

                "It dunna ken, son",

                that's what he said,

                " It dunna ken it was hurting you.

                  It's just a poor, dumb, dying animal".

                It doesn't know it's hurting us.

                But Christ help us, it's left the valley. It's everywhere now.

                It's been three hours since the planes went over,

                I haven't benn able to reach anyone on the shortwave.

                I'm beginning to think I may have made a terrible miscalculation.

 

 

Story Arc Conclusion Scene

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Stephen: What are you?

                You understand me, don't you?

                Well, there's no-one left.

                 Just me.

                You know what this is,

                what I'm going to do?

                You want light -

                fine,

                I'll give you light.

                But after me, there's no-one,

                and you'll be all alone again,

                forever, like before.

               You've taken everyone I've ever loved from me,

               you've made me do things I never even thought I was capable of,

               but if you think I'm coming with you -

               Kate?

               Wait -

               stop -

               Kate!

 

Kate: This is Katharine Collins.

          I don't know if anyone will ever hear this.

          It's all over.

          I'm the only one left.

 

 

 

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