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KANE: Like so many epidemics before,

the loss of so many lives began with a single microscopic organism.

It's human nature to seek even the smallest comfort in reason

or logic for events as catastrophic as these.

But a virus doesn't choose a time or place.

It doesn't hate or even care.

(SCREAMING)

It just happens.

(HORN BLARING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

MAN ON MEGAPHONE: Go back to your homes!

KANE: The Reaper virus spread among the population of Glasgow

like a common cold.

There was no stopping it.

No cure. No vaccine.

It claimed the lives of thousands in the first week.

This is the end of the world!

KANE: In an attempt to quell the outbreak, martial law was implemented.

Roadblocks set up. Curfews enforced.

KATHERINE: Come on, darling. We have to walk now.

The airports, seaports and borders were closed.

Scotland was placed under quarantine.

The people were ordered to stay in their homes, to avoid travel, avoid contact,

to sit it out and wait for help that did not come.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(SHOUTING)

Stay back!

You got to let us through!

Get out of the way! Move! Move! Get out of the way! Walk on, will you?

Hey, you! You! I'm talking at you!

Get down on the floor now!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Everybody, down!

Don't shoot!

You fucker!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Fall back! Fall back!

SOLDIER: Get out of the way!

Onward!

(SCREAMS)

Are you all right?

MAN: You bastard!

Look at me, darling. Look at...

(CRYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

SOLDIER 1: Go! Go! Go!

(ALARM SOUNDING)

SOLDIER 2: Hold the line!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Gas!

(SCREAMING)

Good girl. Come here.

Help me!

Please! Take us with you!

Get back!

We're too heavy! We have to get off now!

Step away from the helicopter!

Give her a chance!

No, wait! What are you doing?

Get back in the helicopter! Now!

Take the girl!

We have to go now!

Hold tight, sweetheart! Everything's going to be okay!

Come on!

Stay back!

Take this!

So she'll know!

Hold on tight, sweetheart!

Eden!

(SOBBING)

KANE: The wall stood 30 feet high, clad in steel armor plating.

It followed the line of the ancient Roman frontier, 2,000 years before,

spanning 18 miles, east coast to west, cutting Britain in half.

Coastal waters were mined and patrolled. The skies were declared a no-fly zone,

and orders were given to shoot down any aircraft in violation of the quarantine.

The idea was simple. Nobody came out, and nobody went in.

They needn't have worried about the second part.

Those abandoned within the quarantine zone were left to die.

Social order decayed along with the corpses.

The streets ran with blood as the people fought to stay alive.

The bodies burned in their thousands. Looting, rape and murder became rife.

Fire spread as the cities were plundered, and the last to die

became primal savages, feeding on dogs, rats

and finally, on each other.

As the weeks turned to months, the funeral pyres faded and died.

In time, all the lights burned out,

consigning the country north of the wall first to memory and eventually to history.

But just as the government had turned its back on the hot zone,

so the rest of the world turned its back on Britain.

With hundreds of thousands unemployed, homeless and destitute,

the situation has reached breaking point.

It now remains only a matter of time

before the laws of nature seek to redress the balance.

Targets are in play.

MICHAELSON: Start recording.

(BEEPING)

Shh.

What the fuck is this?

You prick!

Get the case.

(SCREAMS)

Drop the gun!

RICHTER: Fucking nancy-boy! Where's your partner? Tell me!

I'm getting off this boat alive. You go to hell.

Get back! Don't you come any closer,

or I'll blow his fucking brains all over this boat!

Sinclair, whatever you do, don't shoot.

RICHTER: What the hell are you doing?

Sinclair!

She's fucking nuts! Tell her to back off!

I'm ordering you not to shoot, Sinclair!

Richter, you've got one way out of this!

Put the gun down, or she will kill you!

You haven't got a chance!

I'll kill him, I swear!

Sinclair, do not shoot!

Shit.

I'll never get used to that.

I don't suppose you got a cigarette?

When are you going to buy your own? Do you know how much these things cost?

Why do you think I smoke yours?

Michaelson was a good man.

Not the greatest copper on the beat, but

a good man.

What happened in there?

(BEEPS)

See for yourself.

Whatever happened to a good cause?

Can't remember what she looked like.

All I have is a name on an envelope and an address of a place I can never go to.

I've watched you fight your way through the ranks, tooth and nail.

And it's made you so full of piss and vinegar.

You carry on the way you're going,

you're gonna wind up one seriously fucked-up individual.

Now, do me a favor.

Please, go home. Get some rest.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Okay, let's do it!

(ALL GROANING)

Get back!

Get back!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Thank you, Captain, that will be all.

Sir.

Canaris.

Prime Minister.

How long?

Two hours ago.

Well?

DDS were carrying out a routine drugs raid

when they found the infected victims.

It's the Reaper virus.

Oh, my God.

It's back.

Bloody Hell, George. What's got your knickers in a twist?

National emergency, I'm afraid. Briefing for the PM in five minutes.

HATCHER: Let's keep this informal and to the point.

We all know what's at stake, why you're here.

Jane.

In 2023, when the rising tidal waters were threatening to flood London,

we extended the Thames flood barrier.

Like a castle moat, this system of canals

encircles the entire capital north of the river.

Our immediate plan is to flood the canals, blockade all bridges, tube lines

and rail links in and out of the city.

You want to put 12 million people under lock and key?

Containment is our absolute priority. We must implement martial law now.

Keep the people off the streets

while we secure the blockade and set up medical stations.

Only then can we begin the evacuation.

HATCHER: Do it.

It's all very well packing people into their homes

like so many million sardines,

but you drop a killer virus into that mix,

and this town is gonna go tits-up in no short order.

Once you start stacking bodies in the streets, there'll be panic.

There'll be disorder, looting, rape, murder, and that's just for starters.

The death toll will be unimaginable,

and by that time, there'll be absolutely fuck-all we can do about it.

You have to think of the millions that we'll be saving.

Are you talking about people? Or pound notes?

Chief Nelson, would you join me in my office?

If this is a bollocking, make it quick.

I've got a job to do, I need to be out there on the streets.

Michael.

What we're about to show you is highly confidential

and potentially volatile material.

When the wall went up, the government at that time, naturally,

wanted to know what was happening on the other side.

So they re-tasked one of their military satellites

to provide coverage of Edinburgh and Glasgow.

For the past 30 years, it's carried on taking pictures,

sending down what you'd expect. Empty cities, deserted streets.

That is, until three years ago, when these turned up.

HATCHER: People.

On the streets of Glasgow.

Survivors?

What else could it be?

And if there are survivors, there must surely be a cure.

What we have to do is get our hands on it.

We already have a team standing by.

All we need is somebody to lead them.

Someone to take them in, find the cure

and deliver it into our hands before it's too late to turn the tide.

You don't know how many survivors there are.

And the team might not find them in time. They might not find them at all.

And they could still be contagious.

That's what the team's going to find out.

You've known for three fucking years that they were up there,

but you swept it under the carpet.

Scotland's dead have long since been laid to rest.

Yesterday, if I turned up on the 6:00 news with a survivor in tow,

they'd have strung me up from the nearest lamp-post by the balls.

But if, in 48 hours, I arrive with a survivor and a cure,

sure they won't give a flying fuck about the survivor,

but they'll be lining up to kiss my arse for that cure.

In politics, survival is timing, and ours is running out.

We have 48 hours.

I need your best man on this, right away.

All right.

I know someone who might just fit the bill.

Get in the car, it's pissing down.

How long have they known?

Long enough.

But that doesn't matter now.

Matters to me.

There are survivors out there.

This is not some personal quest I'm sending you on.

Focus on your mission.

Who's behind it? Hatcher?

Hatcher's got the swagger and the smiles, but it's Canaris who pulls the strings.

He's the power behind the throne.

And he's not someone you want to pick a fight with.

Who, me?

I'm serious.

If the truth got out, it would bring Hatcher, the government,

the whole fucking system down.

And there's no way Canaris is ever gonna let that happen.

Once you're over that wall, there's no rules,

no backup.

Better that way.

Look after this for me, would you?

Don't suppose you got a cigarette?

There's no smoking on the helicopter, and I don't smoke.

Fair enough.

Dr. Marcus Kane,

he was leading the research into the virus when the gates were closed.

He was trapped inside the hot zone.

His lab was located inside the quarantine compound in Glasgow.

If anybody was capable of developing a cure, it was him.

I suggest you start at the lab. Pick up the trail from there.

You'll rendezvous with the rest of the team at the wall,

then you'll proceed north in two armored transports.

Why not fly in?

Scotland is still a no-fly zone.

Hatcher needs to keep this as low profile as possible.

So if we don't make it out, no one will know we went in.

You've got 46 hours.

If you don't make it back, the city of London and everybody in it

will be left to die.

If it's there, I'll find it.

You'll need this. It's a GPS locator beacon. It'll tell us exactly where you are.

We'll have a gun ship standing by to extract your team.

So much for low profile.

Once you have the cure, it won't matter.

What happens if I don't find anything up there?

Then you needn't bother coming back.

MAN ON PA: For your own safety, return to your homes.

East London is under martial law.

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

What the hell are we going to do, Canaris?

Just calm down and listen.

Even if, by some miracle,

Sinclair finds what she's looking for and makes it back in time,

the fact remains, this is our fault, we made it happen.

Too many people crammed into ghettos so tight they can barely move.

We created the perfect breeding ground for a virus to take place.

And the more we save now,

the more chance there is of the same thing happening all over again.

Now, we have an opportunity to buy ourselves breathing room.

What exactly are you suggesting?

We're at war, Prime Minister.

It's basic combat triage.

Leave the dying to die.

With the whole world watching?

With a lie this big, we can get away with anything we want.

Major Sinclair! Good flight?

Fine.

Sergeant Norton. Welcome to no-man's land.

Why call it that?

There's not another living soul for miles south of that wall, except us.

What about the sentries?

No, the whole system was fully automated about 20 years ago.

Nowadays they only expend their ammo on the local wildlife.

A team arrived two hours ago. They're prepping their gear inside.

Ask them to get suited up, Sergeant. We're against the clock on this one.

Yes, sir!

Has the team been briefed?

I've given them their assignments,

objectives and the file on Dr. Kane.

Major Sinclair. Chandler. Armor division. I'll be your driver today.

Yeah, they may be ugly, but they move like shit off a shovel.

Twin V12 engines, two-inch armor plate,

and they'll take anything from 30mm rounds to chemical weapons.

Just the ticket for a night on the town.

Where'd they find these things?

READ: They patrolled the hot zone, just north of the wall.

When the system was automated, most of them were sold off for scrap.

These are the last two in service.

Major, meet Corporal Read. Tank driver.

Major.

Carry on, Corporal.

Riflemen. Miller, Carpenter.

BOTH: Major.

What have we got here?

CARPENTER: Bio suits. Combat model. High impact flexi-polymer.

Gives us total freedom of movement and 24-hour protection.

Just what a girl needs.

Prototype, silicon foam grenade.

This is frontline equipment.

NORTON: A going-away present from Canaris.

Are we expecting trouble?

Is there a problem?

No.

No problem at all, Major.

Good.

NORTON: This is our cargo, Doctors Talbot and Stirling.

SINCLAIR: You were part of the task force set up to study the virus?

That's right. How do you do, Major?

I took over in '24. Stirling joined me in '31.

Until Hatcher, in his infinite wisdom,

decided to pulled the plug on the whole program three years ago.

Tried everything, of course. Just couldn't crack it.

I do hope this trip of yours is worth the risk, Major.

Apparently, someone thinks so.

All right, listen up!

I want everyone suited, booted and strapped. Back here in 10.

Open the gate!

MAN ON RADIO: Sentry guns deactivated.

All right, Chandler. Take us in.

Shit!

Chandler, what was that?

READ: Chandler, why have you stopped?

I think we hit something.

Major.

READ: Say again?

I think you'd better have a look at this.

All right, Miller. Suit up and check it out.

MILLER: All right.

SINCLAIR: Chandler, send up a flare.

(COWS MOOING)

Hey, Chandler, what's black and white and spread all over?

I can't see any damage to the APC, but your cow is a complete write-off.

Moo.

All right, get back inside.

This file's been closed for 25 years.

The government tried to suppress any information getting out of the hot zone.

Didn't want people to know how bad things had got up there.

KANE ON RECORDING: I don't think we can stay here much longer.

Morality has abandoned these people. The killing...

Seems he dug in with a bunch of stranded soldiers,

fortified the hospital as best they could,

kept up regular reports on the army frequency using their coms set

till the power went out permanently.

KANE: The fires have spread, the power supply is dwindling,

and our food and water are running out fast.

At night we can hear the distant cries of pain and anguish.

They've begun to feed off each other.

It's medieval out there.

Ammunition is low.

The barricades won't hold out much longer.

Our time has run out.

This is Dr. Marcus Kane signing off.

What do the numbers mean?

SINCLAIR: It's the number of people in each house that needed saving.

They were told to stay in their homes, that help would come.

Clear.

SINCLAIR: Stand back.

NORTON: All right, check your corners.

(BIRDS FLUTTERING)

(METALLIC CLANGING)

We're clear.

NORTON: Read, Fresno, we're on the fifth floor, we're going in.

Copy that, everything quiet here.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

I think the TV's buggered.

SINCLAIR: Talbot, Stirling. You're up.

TALBOT: How the hell are we supposed to find anything in this mess?

NORTON: Just keep looking.

CARPENTER: It would help if we knew what we were looking for.

STIRLING: Some evidence of Kane's work. I'll know when I see it.

CARPENTER: Thanks. That helps a bunch.

NORTON: Shut it, Carpenter.

(STATIC CRACKLING ON TV)

(EXCLAIMS)

Major! Major! We got a live one!

SINCLAIR: Chandler, did not copy! Say again!

There's a fucking girl here!

Outside on the street!

TALBOT: Whatever you do, do not touch her!

SINCLAIR: Chandler, keep her in sight, but do not approach her.

Repeat, do not approach her.

Chandler! What are you doing?

You heard Sinclair! Get back inside! Now!

She needs help, Read, look at her!

Chandler, no!

NORTON: Fresno, get your short, hairy ass back in the vehicle.

Hey, hey. It's okay. It's gonna be okay. Whoa!

SINCLAIR: Chandler! Do you copy?

Yeah, she's alive, Major, but only just.

Major, she must be isolated so we can examine her.

All right, let's get her inside.

CARPENTER: Major, this lab looks untouched.

SINCLAIR: Take a look. We're right behind you.

SINCLAIR: Talbot, get down now!

Christ!

(SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Shit!

NORTON: Read, emergency EVAC! Now!

Copy that!

I've reached Stirling.

I need my torch! I need my torch!

Major! Checking the back door!

Shit!

Chandler get back in the fucking APC now!

Okay, I'm moving!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

CHANDLER: We're rolling!

(ALL YELLING)

We're not getting out that way!

TALBOT: Jesus Christ!

MARAUDER: Burn, you fuckers!

Fuck!

Chandler, you're on fire!

Don't I fucking know it!

Major, we are under attack! I repeat, we are under attack!

(BEEPING)

CHANDLER: Bastards!

(LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

APC 1 is down!

Shit!

Repeat, APC 1 is down! We've lost Chandler!

Fuck!

Get to the elevator, sub level 1.

Get in there.

It won't work, there's no power!

Get the fuck in! Move! Move!

SINCLAIR: Sergeant! Cover fire!

NORTON: Copy!

SINCLAIR: Miller, foam grenade.

NORTON: Whatever this plan is,

make it snappy!

SINCLAIR: Shotgun!

Major, what are we doing in here?

Going down! Pull it now!

TALBOT: Major, you are completely insane!

Fuck!

NORTON: Check your corners! Check your corners!

Move! Move! Move! Miller, get that fucking hatch open!

Oh, shit!

Get in! We've gotta go now!

NORTON: Move it, Read! Go! Go! Go!

(SCREAMING)

STIRLING: Is anybody injured? Is everybody okay?

TALBOT: I'm okay.

MILLER: I'm fine.

What the fuck happened back there?

Read's got multiple impact warnings.

(GASPS)

NORTON: Read!

STIRLING: Stop, stop the car!

NORTON: Read! Look out!

Stirling, you still with us?

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Well, I think I'm not!

What about Read?

She's dead!

Fuck this shit, man! Fuck it!

SINCLAIR: All right, grab what you can and bail out!

(MARAUDERS SCREAMING)

(MARAUDER SCREAMS)

Miller, cover Norton!

Covering fire!

Wait, wait, wait, tourniquet.

I'm doing it! I'm doing it!

Norton, alleyway!

Copy!

Stirling, go with him!

He needs my help!

Get over here! Move it!

Go!

NORTON: Get behind me!

Miller! Get Talbot!

Fuck! Major, go!

Major, fucking go!

Come on, then, you fuckers!

(GUN CLICKING)

Fuck!

I'm out!

Get your hands off me!

STIRLING: Talbot! We can't leave him.

Go! Go! Go! Move it!

(MARAUDERS SCREAMING)

Savages!

This one's for Sol.

(GASPING)

Shit, man.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

I got a bit carried away. But if you keep going on like this...

See? There I go again.

I am sorry. I am so sorry.

But you are making me so fucking mad!

Just talk to me.

Who are you?

What the fuck is the matter with you? Enjoy pain, is that it?

'Cause you are fucking asking for it!

Let's try again. Who are you? And where have you come from?

Now, I know that Kane didn't send you, so who did?

Where'd you get all the fancy gear from? The tanks. The guns.

Talk to me!

Did you say Kane?

You need me to speak a little louder? Is that it?

Well, how's this?

(SCREAMING)

Fuck you!

We came over the wall.

I fucking knew it.

I fucking knew it! I knew he was fucking lying!

Who was lying?

Kane!

You see, the bastard told us there was nothing out there.

No hope of salvation.

But I knew.

I knew that one day someone would come and prove him wrong.

If Kane's alive, I need to find him.

Shh.

Save your breath. You're with us now.

And you're alive only as long as we need you!

Well, you see, if you did come over that wall,

then you must've planned on getting back.

We've tried before and failed.

I've seen too many of my friends rush those gates,

but before they could even get close, they were turned to fire

and fell as ash.

But with you here to lead us through, we are going to go all the way.

Lady, I could eat you right up.

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

You should forget about that bastard Kane!

He's history.

But you, you are our passport to the promised land.

I think you're gonna be sorely disappointed.

I'll be the judge of that.

(MARAUDERS CLAMORING OUTSIDE)

Can you hear that?

The hounds are hungry!

It's feeding time at the fucking zoo!

(WHISTLES)

We need this one alive. Make sure she stays that way.

Nice watch.

(BEEPING)

Sol! I heard what you said. I need to speak with you!

You'll get your turn!

Sol!

The wind of change is blowing a hurricane!

Give them hell!

(CHAINSAW BUZZING)

MAN: (SCREAMING) No, no! No, no! No, no!

(ALL CHEERING)

Ladies and gentlemen! Here he is, the head chef,

the big cheese, the sunshine of your lives!

It's Sol!

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMING)

(CANCAN PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(ALL CHEERING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have a rare treat in store for you!

Medium fucking rare!

Kane thought he could tell us what to do,

and we told Kane,

"Fuck you!"

ALL: Fuck you!

This is our city!

Whoever they send here, we're gonna catch them!

We're gonna cook them!

And we're gonna eat them!

Eat them, man!

Here we go!

(YELLING)

No! No! No!

Burn him! Burn him!

Please! Please! No! No!

Get off!

You bitch!

(SCREAMS)

(EXCLAIMING)

Yes!

(ALL YELLING)

(BEEPING)

If you're hungry, why not try a piece of your friend?

SINCLAIR: Hey!

What do I have to do to get a drink?

(GROANING)

Put the key in the lock, and turn it very slowly.

That wasn't so painful, was it?

(BEEPING)

(GASPS)

Wait! Get me out of here, and I can help you.

You can help me? Why? What are you offering?

I heard you speaking to Sol.

You said you came through the wall.

No, no, no. Please. Don't leave me here! He'll kill me.

You have to do better than that, I'm afraid.

I can help you find Kane.

You know where Kane is?

I should. He's my father.

If I find out you're lying,

you'll wish that I'd left you here.

Follow me, and you keep your bloody voice down.

Look out!

(WHISTLING)

SINCLAIR: You can let go now.

Move it!

(GASPING)

SINCLAIR: Come in, Sergeant!

Sinclair, this is Norton. Where are you?

On the move! Meet us at the station on Queen Street!

Station on Queen Street, copy.

Come on.

Find her!

Come on!

Joshua, it's okay!

You can trust her.

She looks dangerous.

She is.

Norton, do you copy? Come in.

It looks clear.

Go! Go! Go!

SOL: When I grab you,

I'm gonna rip your fucking head off! Run you, little fucker!

STIRLING: Come on! Come on! Come on!

Leg it!

Come on!

NORTON: This way!

Fucking move it!

Fire up the engine!

Norton, if you can hear me, platform 4!

Are you coming or not?

Come on!

Come on! Move it!

(SCREAMING)

(CRACKING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Get on!

You fucker!

Come on, Stirling!

Come on!

Stirling, get down!

NORTON: Come on!

Come on!

Move it!

Come on! Run, Major! Faster!

Come on!

(SCREAMING)

Where are you taking us?

Somewhere safe for the moment.

SINCLAIR: Sorry to piss in your chips, but we haven't got time to play safe.

You said you'd take us to Kane, and I need to see him now.

I said I would help you find him. I can't take you to him.

Why not?

Because he will kill me.

And if he finds out where you're from, he'll kill you, too.

Ever since Sol left, he's become suspicious of everyone, even me.

His people are too afraid to defy him, and those who dare are tortured or killed.

You're living proof of a world beyond that wall.

All our lives he told us there was nothing out there.

You being here makes him a liar.

What were you doing in the city?

I went to find my brother. Sol.

That maniac is your brother?

That is one fucked up family, man.

They're at war.

And we're caught right in the middle.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

SINCLAIR: What is this place?

JOSHUA: A shortcut through the mountain.

CALLY: We use it all the time.

NORTON: Looks like an old military facility or something.

CALLY: Whatever it was, they left in a hurry. Didn't even bother to lock the doors.

Jesus, what have they got in here, the Lost Ark?

NORTON: Don't know, mate, but those blast doors are 12 inches thick.

Whatever it is, somebody somewhere wanted it kept safe.

(RUMBLING)

Somebody's coming.

Telamon.

Run.

Wait, who or what is Telamon?

He's Kane's executioner.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

You can go, I'm staying.

Give me your sidearm, and get out of sight.

You really don't give a fuck, do you?

I think your plan's shit, but I guess I'll stand with you.

There's something you don't see everyday.

No! No! Joshua!

No! No! No!

STIRLING: Come on! Come on! Move!

Sergeant, put down your weapon.

We need to get to Kane the quickest way possible, and this is it.

Yeah, all right. Fuck it.

I hope you know what you're doing.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(WHIMPERING)

KANE: I knew they'd be watching the cities.

That's why we chose this place. Out of sight, out of mind.

I suppose it was only a matter of time

before they sent someone to answer to the question,

"Why are you alive when you should be dead?"

That's what you want to know, isn't it?

Ow!

Answer him!

Something along those lines.

Leave us.

The answer is easy.

In the land of the infected, the immune man is king.

So if this is just a power trip, why stay hidden?

Why not show yourselves?

You think we chose to cast off the apparel of our former existence?

No, no, no. We didn't choose anything.

We were delivered.

These walls around you,

they were built to last.

And so shall we. What we've built here from the ashes is pure blood,

uninfected by the outside world,

until now.

Have you found the cure?

(LAUGHS)

Even now you still cling to hope.

If I were you, I would abandon any such thoughts.

There's always hope.

But there is no cure.

There never was.

We had prevailed here, not because of science,

but through natural selection. Survival of the fittest.

We have earned the right to live here.

Purged of the likes of you.

Take them away.

Don't you even want to know why we're here?

That you're here at all is sin enough.

It's the Reaper virus. It's back.

And if he touches me one more time, I will kill him where he stands, I swear.

How dare they send you here to ask for my help?

They started this fire.

They can burn in it!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(GROANS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Place your right hand on the screen.

(BEEPING)

Now look into the retinal scanner.

HATCHER: We're losing our city.

I better get out there.

It's time to get you out, Prime Minister.

(BEEPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Sub level 6.

(ALARM BLARING)

(EXCLAIMS)

How the hell did this man...

Isolate him. Put him in his office, and do it now.

GUARD: Move, sir.

I don't understand how I...

GUARD: Keep your distance!

Canaris, I...

Canaris!

GUARD: Back away!

Canaris!

Good shot.

I was trying to save him!

KANE: You brought impurity into our world. You must be cleansed.

Do it.

CALLY: Please, Father. Please.

Father, please! No!

(SOBBING)

Daddy! No! Daddy!

Daddy!

(WHIMPERING)

No!

(SCREAMING)

You, turn around.

Tie her hands.

Sinclair, what did they call you before they called you Major?

Eden.

Well, Eden, I still think this is a shit plan.

(GUN FIRES)

(PEOPLE CHANTING)

So, tell me.

What's it like out there now?

What do you care?

I'm curious.

Same shit, different era.

So we did the right thing, then, eh, by keeping ourselves to ourselves.

Don't you mean turning your back? You used to be a doctor.

At what point did you stop caring?

I used to be an idealist, too.

That night that they closed the gates.

That night, I lost everything.

My wife, my family.

You don't know the pain.

You chose to stay hidden.

Your wife and family could still be out there.

You ever stop to think about their pain?

I haven't slept one night in 25 years without reliving that moment.

Who the hell are you to talk to me about pain? What do you know?

What did you ever lose?

(PEOPLE CHANTING)

(ROARING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Bollocks!

(DOOR OPENING)

Daddy wants to see you.

FALCO: Step away!

(CRACKING)

Don't fuck about, mate. I'm not in the mood.

Stirling, get the keys!

Back off.

Out of the way, you dozy twat!

NORTON: Grenades. Lovely. That'll do nicely. Come on, Doctor!

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

(CROWD BOOING)

I'll tell you what I've lost. I've lost my bloody mind.

Execute the prisoners! Now!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Man the defenses! We're under attack!

Nice.

Yeah? Cool. Come, come, come.

Where are they? Where are they?

(SCREAMING)

Fuckers!

You, finish her off.

Shit.

(GUN FIRES)

KANE: Cally!

STIRLING: Come on! We have no time!

(BOTH GOADING HORSES)

Get to the horses!

NORTON: Move it! Move it!

Come on!

CALLY: Grab the torches!

Here you go.

Sergeant, jam the door.

NORTON: Go on!

Sergeant, check and see if there's a backup generator.

We're gonna need something, and fast.

(GRUNTING)

Take your pick.

Let's try that box.

(SCREAMING)

Well, what are you looking at? Break that fucker down!

Whoa.

Nice color. I'll take it.

I'll get those blast doors open.

Stirling, Cally, fill her up.

Where you going?

I'm gonna find a phone.

Help me with it.

Hurry up, you lazy twats!

Come on!

Perfect.

Get in the back!

What does it do?

I'll show you what it does.

(DIALING PHONE)

(PHONE RINGING)

Nelson.

We got the package. We're on our way.

Well, you'd better get here quick.

Canaris is in charge now. Hatcher's dead.

Put him on.

It's for you.

Yes?

You still want your prize? Then follow this signal.

Trace the source. Send the coordinates directly to me.

Okay, that's it.

Let's go.

Hold the fort while I'm away.

This is as far as you go. We'll handle it from here.

Un-bloody-believable!

Fuck, yeah!

STIRLING: Put your foot down!

SINCLAIR: I'm tired of running from these bastards.

Hold on!

(SIREN WAILING)

Yeah!

Step on it!

Fucker!

Shit!

Jesus.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Too fucking close.

You think?

(MARAUDERS SCREAMING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

Hold on, we're going for a ride.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Fuck!

Here they come.

Come on!

No!

CALLY: No! No! No!

(SCREAMING)

Please.

Please stop! You'll kill us.

STIRLING: Cally!

Get off of her, you bitch!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUN FIRES)

Cally!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

Okay.

You like pain?

Yeah.

Have some of this!

Put your foot down!

SOL: No.

Cally!

Cally! Cally! Cally!

(SCREAMING)

No!

Oh, shit.

No! Stop!

(SOL SCREAMING)

You dirty fuckers!

SOL: Fuck!

(SCREAMING)

(CAR ACCELERATING)

Shit!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(WATCH BEEPING)

Major Sinclair.

You had me worried for a while.

Do you have it?

I've got it.

Where's the medical team?

Let's not make this difficult. You've done a good job.

We'll take it from here.

Stirling, bring her out.

You have to forgive Stirling. He's very involved with his work.

Okay. Let's go.

We understand the need for sacrifice.

The longer we leave it, the better shape we'll be in once the dust settles.

Once the virus has eaten away the dead flesh, then we'll make our move.

Just a question of timing.

Making you the hero of the hour.

You said you had the cure. Where is it?

She's the cure. The survivors are immune.

We can use her blood to make a vaccine.

Hand her over.

She's not going anywhere without me.

Captain.

STIRLING: Get behind me.

Hand her over now.

Go with them.

I don't trust him.

There's no choice.

So that's it?

I've got nothing left to bargain with.

I've done my job.

Now it's your turn.

Is that all it was to you?

A job?

That's right.

Now, take her and go.

(CALLY SNIFFLING)

Rough ride?

Rough enough.

Don't suppose you've got a cigarette?

Come with me. I'll get you all the cigarettes you want.

Pity. I could have used someone like you.

(BEEPS)

She's so beautiful.

You okay?

Never better.

How'd you find me?

I used to be a policeman once.

I don't need it anymore.

Did Canaris get what he wanted?

He did.

I have a feeling he'll be holding onto it for awhile.

Shit.

Don't worry.

He gave me something in return.

All the evidence you'll need to bring Canaris down.

He will come after you.

Well, then he'll know where to find me.

(GRUNTS)

Come on.

(CAR LOCK BEEPING)

Just do me one favor. Drive careful.

Be lucky.

The longer we leave it, the better shape we'll be in once the dust settles.

Once the virus has eaten away the dead flesh, then we'll make our move.

SINCLAIR: Making you the hero of the hour.

If you're hungry,

try a piece of your friend!

(ALL SCREAMING)

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