Four men in a pub. Could be the beginning of a joke; it isn't.
In a quiet country pub, two men wait to be served. One sickly, with flies buzzing around him, the other gaunt and hungry. When the unsuspecting waitress takes their order, one demands two huge breakfasts while the other simply asks for a cup of hot water. As the flies drop dead, a man of the cloth joins them, quietly unfolding his paper. The waitress, who is starting to look a little worse for wear, brings him a cup of tea, but when an earthquake shakes the pub and a fourth even more bizarre gentleman joins the group, things get too much to handle. The question is if she'll survive the arrival of a fifth man and if he really signifies the end of the world?