Savage Flowers

We have to finish this.

Rosie, Rosie, Rosie!

Come here!

You call them childcare centers.

But really, they're concentration camps.

It's inhuman.

What we're doing to our children...

Do you know what? They're vermin.

How can you say that

when they've already experienced so much trauma?

Vermin. Pure and simple.

Scurrying down the street like little disease-carrying rats.

No parents to keep the rest of us safe from these carriers.

- If I had it my way... - Don't say it.

...we'd exterminate the whole lot of them.

Even the ones hiding in the safe house.

This is where you get off. Go. Come on, come on.

Hello, Rose.

Welcome to Prospect House.

Now if you could just remove your clothes

and put them in the bin.

You can come in.

There's a robe just over there.

You can smile, Rose.

I promise you're gonna be safe here.

Follow me.

You can call me Miss Lucy, or just Miss if you prefer.

And this is the dining room.

Breakfast is at 8:00, lunch is at 12:00.

Lessons begin promptly at 2:00 p.m., dinner is at 6:00

and you have to come in when the bell rings.

Those are the gardens. You can go out there.

You can go outside?

That's where we get all our food from.

But Rose, you--

You can't go beyond the premise of the garden.

The classroom's on the basement level.

And there are four other girls here.

So you'll have four new friends.

My room is just here...

so if you need me...

and yours is just one floor up.

Two years of this...

house arrest.

This is just how it's always gonna be.

We have each other.

As long as we do, the world can go to hell.

Rose.

What are you doing?

It's your first day and you've already missed breakfast.

Go on. You can meet the other girls.

Just in here.

Girls, this is Rose.

Ada.

Welcome to Prospect's House, Rose.

Thank you.

Iris.

- Rebekah. - Charmed, I'm sure.

Stop being stupid.

And last but definitely not least, Lily.

Just Lily, please.

"A lily of a day is fairer far in May."

My daddy, he was a English professor.

An excellent one.

It looks like you two

are gonna have competition in English.

- You knew Pa? - Mm-hmm.

That's why you're here.

Right. You've got chores to do. You can show Rose the ropes.

Come on.

When was the last time you were outside?

I don't know.

Oh, come on. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em and their rules!

And you're one of us now, Rosie.

Just Rose, if that's okay.

- A rose by any other name... - Would still stink.

Come on. Race you to the moat.

Last one left builds the carrier.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow.

Are you okay?

You, uh--

It's not fair.

You snooze, you lose.

I was trying to help you.

That's a teachable moment, then.

Yeah. Why don't you write a sad, sad poem

- about how unfair life is. - Okay, come on.

It was a joke. It's just a little joke, Rose.

All right, come on. We've got work to do.

A bit further apart and they need to be deeper.

Come on. You don't work, you don't eat.

That's the way it is round here.

You have done this before?

- No, I haven't actually. - Great. Another city kid.

Lily grew up on a farm. We're all city kids to her.

Can we go out there?

That's just for special occasions.

You'll see soon enough.

Anyway. Rebekah can show you the ropes.

Here. When you put the seeds in, always have two per hole.

Strongest will survive.

Why do I always have to do the digging?

Oh, I can do it if you like it.

It's best if you learn how the planting's done first.

Trying to get outta planting already, Rose?

And I have to take this outta your ration.

No, I was just trying to help.

Time to get back. Come on, city girl.

- What do we think of her? - Who?

Who do you think?

Rose seems...

nice.

Nice?

Nice is a day you have. Nice is a biscuit.

- Hi. - Hi Rose.

- Sorry I'm late. - Too late. That one's taken.

She's just messing with you. Please sit down.

- I'll get it. - Thanks.

How long have you all been here?

About a year.

We were all at school together, you know, before.

What's your story?

I was living with my Pa...

and then I was at the child center.

Is it as bad as they say?

Okay, that's it. I'm officially bored.

Could we play game or something.

- Red Band run. - Ugh.

What's that?

One of us plays a carrier and has to hide

and the rest of us are the Red Band.

And we have to find you.

And who's gonna be the carrier?

- Let's have... - ...Rose.

- Me. - Mm-hmm.

You've got less than a minute. I've already started counting.

Three, four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten, 11, 12,

13, 14...

No, but when you kissed him,

it would be so scratchy.

Yes, but it's manly, isn't it? A beard.

Without one he's just a boy.

You got something against boys?

Excuse me.

Where were you all?

- Did you get scared? - You left me.

Oh, you were just so good at hiding, Rose.

None of us could find you.

Anyway, as I was saying,

if it's not scratchy then if he shaves it...

Lights out, girls. Good night.

Good night, Miss.

I love you, Mom.

1848, the year of the French Revolution.

Governments tottered in 50 different countries.

- Yes, Ada. - Miss, not to be rude,

but when can we actually learn something useful?

Well, I would argue this is useful.

They say those who don't remember the past

are doomed to repeat it.

So why are they still putting kids

in concentration camps?

What would you like to be studying?

Well, what's going on in the world right now?

All right then.

Since the plague hit, industry and travel

have pretty much halted worldwide.

So oil is less expensive than water.

- Tech companies-- - Anything new?

No.

Adults are still dying within days from a plague

carried by young women.

Martial laws are still in place.

And the best and the worst of humanity

is fighting for domination.

- We're safe here, aren't we? - Yes, of course you are, Iris.

I'm gonna do everything in my power to protect you.

Right, what are we studying tomorrow?

- English. Geography-- - Um, let me guess. French.

Yes, Ada, French.

This-- whatever it is, you shouldn't hand that to me in class, okay?

What's going on?

Show it to me. Hold it up.

Okay, enough. Enough.

I know you didn't draw it, Rose, 'cause you're using a blue pen.

I know that Iris's artistic talents

are better than that. So that leaves you three.

Do you have anything to say, Lily?

No, Miss.

I am in trouble with Lucy now because of you.

What?

Am I, or am I not in trouble?

Maybe.

And is it or is it not

because you gave Miss Lucy my drawing.

Maybe

- You're late. - Sorry.

Hold on.

Since you were such a little bitch