All language subtitles for Dead Rising Endgame (2016)

There's a serious disease.

But we can't give in
to hysteria or fear.

Because that only
makes it harder

to get people the
accurate information they need.

East Mission, Oregon
will be the third

major outbreak
in the United States.

Widespread use of the
antidote drug Zombrex

have contained the crisis,
but thousands remain trapped.

The President has called in
the military, and declared..

..has stopped all evacuation
efforts and sealed the city.

25,000 civilians feared,
still trapped inside the zone.

The military construction
of a quarantine wall

without authorization.

Liberals in Congress
objecting strongly

to what many are calling...

a quarantined wall
completed in record time.

East Mission is now the most dangerous
infected zone in the world.

Despite objections, all control
of all homeland defense

have been handed
to the military.

We've worked very closely
with Phenotrans

to improve how we treat
the infected people.

We will implant them with these.

This chip contains highly
concentrated supply of Zombrex.

Chip implantation
is now mandatory

More than one and a half million
americans now carry the Zombrex chip.

Fear of a new outbreak
runs high.

The Army gains the power
of arrest and detention.

The rash of unexplained
disappearances...

There's seriously series are
circulated on the Internet,

Some websites claiming that more than
300 people are now unaccounted for.

- Chase, do you hear me?
- Journalist Chase Carter...

Frantically searching
for his producer,

Jordan Blair.

Jordan Blair disappeared
during the outbreak.

Vanished while reporting
on Army corruption.

No body was ever found.

Many believe she was
the first victim...

Without proof of a
larger conspiracy...

With Congress subdued...

the only resistance are those
brave enough to report.

Where are the missing persons?

- Jordan!
- Where's Jordan Blair?

Where's Jordan Blair?

Arg..Come on!

What?

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Kid's a walking disease bag.

No different from the rest
of these motherfuckers.

I'm just not all that cool
about what's about to happen.

You'll learn. Don't think
about it too much, all right?

We're transport.
Just transport.

In this goddamn town,
that's trouble enough.

Chase, we gotta
get out of here.

There's fucking Z's
everywhere, man.

We're not going anywhere until
I get what you promised me.

You said your guys would
be here. Where are they?

They'll be here.
Trust me!

They better be.

Shit.

How's the feed?

You in yet?

Yeah. Piece of cake.

We hear you, Chase.
How about some picture.

Gotcha.

There they are. There they are.
See I told you they'd be here.

I told you they'd be here.

I can't see inside.

There they are.
That's part of the deal.

Yeah, well, we're doing
a Missing Persons piece,

so if I can't see the goddamn
hostages, we don't have a story.

Where are they taking them?

How am I supposed to know?
All I know is that..

they don't come back.

Here's your money.

Whoo, whoo.
You can't leave me here alone.

You'll be fine.

I'm going in.

Wait, what?

Chase, don't go in there.

I gotta get the
exchange on camera.

Goddammit, does he
listen to anyone?

You're dating him.

Not this week.

Oh shit.

Look who it is.

Tell me you're getting this.

General Alan fucking Lyons.

General.

To what do we owe the honor?

How are things going
for you, Skinner?

Getting everything you need?

- We're fine.
- Oh my God.

- You know what I need?
- Who are the prisoners?

I want my covert ops
to remain covert.

You exist to provide
a pipeline for Leo Rand.

An invisible pipeline.
When you become visible,

your reasons for existing end.

Chase, what the hell
are we looking at?

You really think
I'm that stupid?

Well, that's the
reason for the visit.

To make sure you understand the
importance of not being stupid.

I don't know yet?

Would I ever let you down?

You know, I don't mind that your
product pays for our operations.

I've seen worse.

General Lyons is allegedly supposed
to be in Washington DC all week.

You hacked his
personal schedule?

Want to know what
he had for breakfast?

My people also tell me that you
have a problem moving more bodies.

That deal was
supposed to end weeks ago.

None of us have ever been thrilled
about moving your prisoners.

Afterlife is close now.

This may be the last group
you move through the zone.

What the hell is going on here?

All right.

What happens to our little
agreement once...

Let me go! Let me go!

Found this one outside.

He got this with him.

One of yours?

Oh fuck me!

Anybody else out there?

Nah, he's by himself.

Hey! Have you
talked to anyone?

No, no, I swear, I did not.
Look, I just came back to work.

Okay? I needed the money.

I just wanted the work.
I just wanted the work.

He's seen this.
He's seen me.

- Hey!
- Whoo, whoo, whoo!

No guns.

Hey, you're all right.

You're one of us.

Oh fuck.

Chase! Chase,
get out of there.

Get out of there now!

Hey, Skinner. Skinner,
there's someone up there.

Handle it.

- I got it.
- Chase, get to the pickup.

Shit!

Take note of all
present, Captain.

Once Afterlife is executed...

this pipeline needs
to be sanitized.

Yes, sir.

What the fuck.

Oh my God.

Shit.

Do you see him?

What?

Nothing.

Let's try over here.

He's on the street!
Let's go!

You gotta be kidding me.

Shit.

Shit.

I'm getting too old
for this shit.

Oh my God.

Don't do that to me, okay?

Don't do that to me.

Don't you ever do
that to me again!

You scared the shit out of me!

Now get in the car!

Let's go!

Drive. Go, go, go!

We can't run this.

You mean, you're
too afraid to run it?

The lawsuit here would
bury this network.

Now the lawyers
tell us what's the news?

Everything runs
through my office.

Don't waste your time
unless this is air-tight.

You screw this up and the
Army will own our ass.

You pussy.

Thank you.

We got Lyons involved in a
possible human trafficking ring,

and complicit in
a murder execution.

What more do you need?

Forget the lawyers
for a second.

You want to accuse a
two-star general of murder

and go toe-to-toe
with the US military

over some dark footage
and crappy audio?

Do you want to be the next
person who disappears?

I'll take my chances.

Yeah, I'm not going
to put this program

and my A-team in the
military cross hairs.

It's my job to protect my
reporters, even from themselves.

So we what?
We sit on this?

We do another propaganda puff piece
on Phenotrans humanitarian efforts?

People's lives and
reputations are on the line

and you don't even
have a story yet.

Who are those prisoners?

Who the hell is Leo Rand?
What the fuck is Afterlife?

They're abducting people.

And they killed someone!

My source.
Our source.

But apparently, I'm the
only one in this room

with the balls to do
something about it.

No offense, Jill.

You're outta control, Chase.

You're a journalist
or a vigilante?

Because you seem more interested
in chasing ghosts than facts.

Or have you forgotten what
happened to your last partner?

Hey! Don't even go there!

Jordan Blair is gone, Chase,
and she's never coming back.

You don't know that.

You don't know that!

Chase.

Chase!

You know, I could've used
a little support back there.

Don't give me that shit. You know I
support you more than anyone else.

Look, are we a team or am I
just along for the ride,

because this one-man crusade

is really starting to look
like a suicide mission?

You know I'm invested in this.

You know I would love nothing more than
to watch these guys burn to the ground,

but I won't watch you
get yourself killed.

And if that's what you're going to do,
then you have to do it on your own.

Beer?

Yeah.

Collins was right.

I was so hell bent
on getting a story,

I didn't see how my actions
could hurt other people.

Sandra will get over it.

Not Sandra.

Jordan.

She told me not to go
into that tent,

and I did it anyway.

I left her.

Chase, it's not your fault.

We know that Phenotrans is responsible
for the East Mission outbreak.

That the US Army covered it up.

But I failed.

Lyons was never
held accountable.

And Phenotrans has
only grown stronger.

I mean, this is like,
Iran-Contra all over again.

The US military is using drug
dealers to do their dirty work.

- And people are disappearing.
- Yes.

This is the reason why
I got into Journalism.

To break stories like this.

You said it yourself
we need to go back in.

You're the only one
crazy enough to do it.

So when you're done
being a little girl...

you let me know.

Hey, I don't have a lot
of time to explain,

you're in a lot
of danger right now.

You should come with me.

Yeah, I'm going home, buddy.

I know who you are.
You're Chase Carter.

I know what you saw.

Afterlife.

Who the hell are you?

I'm George Hancock.

As of a couple hours ago, I was
a senior exec at Phenotrans.

Come and take a look.

Yes, sir, I believe so.

Fuck me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come with me.

This way. This way.

All right, you're with me.

Chase Carter!

Jesus! No, no!
Come on, this way!

This way! Up here!
Up here!

- Come on. Come on.
- Cover the back!

Cover the back!

Shit!

Come on!

Come on. This way.

What the fuck's Afterlife?

It's their logical conclusion
of Project Watchtower.

Phenotrans developed it.

Military controls it.

And you've seen
too much already.

Carter!

Fuck!

Hurry up! Come on!

Get in the back!
Get in the back!

Son of a bitch!

- Captain?
- We missed him, sir.

It looks like
someone warned him.

Find out who.

Yes, sir.

Extreme prejudice, Captain.
Understood?

Of course.

Thanks.

How'd they know
where to find me?

They know everything, man.

Phenotrans got a hold of that
footage you sent to the network,

it caused quite a panic.

What's Phenotrans' involvement?

They're secretly funneling drugs to the
outside in exchange for test subjects.

Like test subjects?

You mean people
who are infected?

No, not necessarily.

They need to know that Afterlife works
under real life conditions, right?

So the Army, they just
seize whoever they want.

Claim they turned Z,
who's gonna argue with that?

Everyone who's infected
has a chip, right?

It carries one to three
years of Zombrex.

Released daily it prevents the
user from becoming a zombie.

Released all at once...

- Overdose.
- Exactly right.

So Phenotrans can kill
anyone with a chip?

We designed it.
As a failsafe.

If you had a problem,

you could prevent an outbreak
just with the push of a button.

Genocide.

Mass murder.

That was the Army,
that wasn't us.

Once they had the tech,
they wanted to use it.

Kill the host...
Kill all the hosts,

the virus dies along with it.
No more virus, no more zombies.

The greatest existential
threat in human history

vanishes with the flip
of a switch.

That's Afterlife.

We're talking about roughly
one and a half million people.

So when's this
supposed to happen?

The clock's ticking.

Chip activation is set
for 7:00 pm tomorrow.

Now listen,

Afterlife is essentially
a software.

It's controlled from a secret
base inside East Mission City.

I need to get there
and shut those servers down.

Why'd you come to me?

I hear you've been going
inside the wall for months.

You are the only person outside
the Army who can get me in there.

Jesus.

Sandra, don't talk,
just listen.

You need to get
out of your house.

Get Jill and meet me at G's.

You know where it is.

And don't say anything
to anyone.

Who the hell is Chase Carter?

He's a reporter. Why?

You think you're
the only one with spies?

He knows about Afterlife.

- How do you know this?
- I run a trillion dollar company.

If a story could harm Phenotrans,
I hear about it.

Absolute secrecy was one of the
conditions of our involvement.

I'm shutting the project down.

No. We launched already.

That was a huge mistake.

No, building Afterlife and not using
it, that would be the mistake.

If only a small
portion of the carriers

read some conspiracy theory
and removed their chips,

- the program fails.
- I won't allow it.

Well, a trillion dollars
buys a lot of things.

But the power to give me
orders is not one of them.

Chase Carter has
forced our hand.

Take 'em. Take 'em.

Get your fight out!

Jesus.

I need a favor,
but it's dangerous,

and the Army is
all over our ass.

Sounds like fun.

Mi casa es su casa.

Ladies.

Who's this shady looking, dude?

He's cool.

George Hancock.

Doesn't help.
Get in here, man.

I just ran a background check on
him. He is who he says he is.

This guy has been ex-Phenotrans
for what? Five minutes?

How are we supposed
to trust him?

Look, if what he says is true,
we need him.

You don't have to like me, man.

But are you willing to stand by

and let a million and a
half people get murdered?

How about you?

How are you going to feel
if someone you love is chipped?

I am chipped, so...

You'll forgive me if I'm
reluctant to hop into bed

with one of the assholes
that made them.

You know they're tracking that.

I made a few modifications.

They're not seeing me.
Thanks for the warning.

- How long?
- 24 hours.

That started 11 hours
ago when you pulled

that little stunt
at the warehouse.

I don't like this, Chase.

But I like you.

Screw it.
This guy stinks, but..

Friends don't let friends
go through Z town alone.

That's what I'm talking about.

Besides, I still
owe you for that thing.

Not after this.

What choice do we have?

What's the plan?

Straight from the source.

This is our access point.
It's the safest route I know.

We need to stay underground
as long as possible,

and get across the city
as fast as we can.

The server
farm is located right here.

It's an old VA hospital right in
the middle of the quarantine zone

nine miles from the wall
surrounded by 15,000 infected.

If we get across the city, we're going
to access the building through Ward C.

I've got the pass code which will get
us in through the emergency exit.

Then we're going to head
up to the fourth floor,

where the server
farm is located.

You gotta understand now that

Afterlife needs 24 hours
to sync all of the chips,

so it can administer the overdose
to every carrier all at once.

That's our window.

Once we're inside,

we need to take care of the
tech to monitor the system.

There's two doctors and 11 guards to
provide security to the whole building.

So we'll need to find
a way around them, too.

They get people
thinking that the wall

was built to keep
the zombies contained,

but I know the wall was built
to protect the server farm.

Once we're done, we'll have Chuck
extract us with his chopper.

His daughter has a chip.

He'll want to help.

Okay, so, what do we do when
we get there? Just blow it up?

No, no, no, no.
You destroy those servers,

Afterlife is
triggered immediately.

We need to get in there and shut
the service down, freeze 'em up.

So we freeze 'em with some
sort of virus or malware.

Yeah. You think
you can swing it?

As soon as I understand
the system's architecture, yeah.

I should be able to handle it.

Here you go.
Straight from the source.

I had a bad feeling about this
right from the get-go.

I thought I'd snatch that up
and keep it for myself.

13 hours.
We better get going.

I think I can do this.

I'll call you back.

Carter's source
is George Hancock.

He works for you.

George Hancock?

Check his home
and office right now.

Destroy him or discredit
him immediately.

Call off Afterlife.

You can't pull the trigger
with Hancock on the loose.

We're talking about the
survival of the human race.

If push comes to shove,

I will stand before the american people
and explain why it was necessary.

Hancock knows we created
the first outbreak.

Are you prepared to tell the american
people you destroyed an entire city,

so you could take control of
Homeland Security? Call it off.

Put your dog on a leash
and then we'll talk options.

And show some goddamn respect.

Where the hell is
George Hancock?

Hey, Jill.

I need someone on the outside.

Bullshit, I'm coming with you.

Aside from everything else,
this is a huge story.

Somebody needs
to make sure it gets out.

No matter what happens...

- Don't talk like that.
- We gotta go.

Call Chuck. Make sure he's
standing by with his chopper.

And watch your back.

You might have to hold the handle down
a couple of seconds for it to flush.

Hey, just so you know,
my daughter's chipped.

How'd you get yours?

Fortune City.
Second outbreak.

I was in Army Intelligence
with a quick response unit.

There to hack websites,
block reports,

jam the media
the brass didn't like.

Desk job, right?

Well, zombie outbreak isn't the kind
of party you want to arrive at early.

Anyway, the Army ran me out.

So I went freelance.

Until Chase found me.

He was the first guy in years that
didn't treat me like a leper.

Made me go legit.

Bastard.

How's our connection?

We're good.

You sure you're
girl's up for this?

She's good to go.

You sure you can
get us in that hospital?

I have the access code to the
emergency exit. We're good.

Well, okay then.

Security access. Connects
the old and new systems.

Through here,
we're on the inside.

Come on.

Stay close to Garth.

Here we go.

How far until we reach
anything hostile?

A mile, hundred yards.

Behind that corner.

Yes, sir. In position.

Move through.
Move through.

Breaching.

Go!

Clear.

Find out what's on his laptops.

Tell me you have
Chase Carter in custody.

I'm afraid not.

We'll sweep for intel.

I'd like to expand our ask
to the rest of his team.

I don't think we have a choice.

Thank you, sir.

Central, this is Smith, I'd
like to add two new targets.

Garth O'Toole and Jill Eikland.

They're both newly infected
and are under high risk to turn.

They don't have chips
or access to Zombrex.

Lethal force is authorized.

Shit.

This guy wasn't here yesterday.

Who would do that?

Survivors, gang members.

Who knows?

Stepping through.

- Chase?
- Yeah?

Maybe I should take point.

Be my guest.

Wait.

What is it?

We need another route.

Do you know another route?

Not as well as I know this one.

Let's go, Garth, come on.

Sandy, watch our six.

Stay tight.

I've never seen the network respond
like this. They're scared shitless.

Will they support us?

Well, the Army listed
you as infected.

There are arrest warrants out.

They're freezing
your bank accounts.

And our lawyers are terrified,

they're going to be moving
from you guys to the network.

This is how they
get rid of people.

I need you to do
something for me.

I'm going to draw
their attention.

I want them fixated
on me, not Chase.

When they come and check
whatever story I tell them,

I need you to have my back.

You're drawing this to you?
That's suicide.

You said you have to look
out for your reporters.

This is how.

The network is not going
to go for any of this...

Not the network!
You! I need your help.

We need your help.

They're coming for us, and we can
either lay it down or fight back.

Do you have any idea
where we're going?

Approximately.

Hey, you smell that?

Yeah, it smells
like rotting corpse.

No, it's something else.

Freeze. Put the guns down.

Now!

Get your fingers off.

- Drop it!
- Drop it!

Put it down!

Let's go. Let's go.

Drop it!

Hey, hey, hey, what?

- Something you want to say?
- Take it easy, all right?

We're not a threat.

We're just passing through.

Not yet, you're not.

You need to know the password.

I'll get you your
password right here.

- Right between my legs
- Ohww..

That's nice.

- You like that?
- There's a new one?

Talking piñata. Come here.

- I'll fucking...
- You might want to let go!

- All right.
- Good.

All right, question
the foul mouth.

If he doesn't talk, leave
his body by the junction.

Keep Z distracted for a
bit, let's move 'em inside.

Let's find out who
these assholes are.

Move.

Hey, guys, help me down, guys.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Move your ass.

I'll bite your dick off,
you motherfucker.

You better hope
I never see you again...

Ssh... Z's coming.

Can we talk about this?

Yeah, let's talk.

Okay.

Get your ass over there.

Who are you?

We work for Lyons.

Bullshit.

You want to piss him off
twice in one week?

And what do you
know about that?

Only what he told me.

There are a lot of ways
a man can die in this city.

Z would lick your bones clean before
anyone even thought to look for you.

That'd be a mistake.

Heard you don't like
running prisoners.

Let us go, you won't have to.

No more Rand.
No more deliveries.

You're taking out the doc?

That's right.

No.

No, I don't think so.

No, Rand does the sickest, most
twisted shit you seen for years,

and nobody says a thing.

He's protected even
from the military.

Who are you, really?

- I told you.
- Shut up.

I'm talking to her.

Where are you going, darling?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Leave her alone.

Now if he talks again...

shoot him.

Who the fuck are you?

I could do this all day.

I'll be honest with you.

Ladyboys in Bangkok
drove me harder than that.

Yeah?
Was it something like this?

Nice.

Very, very nice.

Get your fucking hands off me.

We're just going to go
someplace a little private.

I'm going to see what
it takes to make her cry.

No!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.

What, did you guys
start without me?

Chase, Chase, we gotta boogie.
Move, move.

- Go, go, go!
- Let's move! Move it!

Go, go, go, go!
Move, move!

Sandra!

Our gear!

All of our gear!

Did they get the flash drive?

- It's in my pocket.
- Come on.

We gotta get out of here.

We gotta move! Come on!

They're stopping.

What the hell is that?

Run!

Garth!

Chase!

Hancock!

Attaboy, Chase.

- Chase!
- Come on, we gotta get out.

Come on, we gotta go now!
Come on, come on!

Let's go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Oh shit.

- This way!
- Where? Where?

Shit, it's locked.

Shit.

Throw me the wrench.

Get that door open!

- Hurry!
- Come on!

- Go, go!
- Got it!

What the hell
were those things?

I don't know.

But they're going to be
a bitch to deal with.

Since when do Z's
move that fast?

Hey, Garth.

Garth, man.

Are you still okay?

Guess by:
"What do you mean by okay?"

I'll live, baby.
I'll live.

Garth, shit.

You're bit.

Let's get you some Zombrex.

Shit.

I always knew this day
would come. Huh...

Let me take a look.

You gotta put pressure on it.

Okay... Aargh!

It's like... It's like the
goddamn things evolved.

It had a tattoo on its neck.

Like an ID number.

That's not evolution.

There's only one
logical explanation.

Phenotrans?

I knew nothing about that.

You think I would've come down
here if I knew they were there?

You're the expert.

Now we're stuck down here
with none of our gear.

That was your route.
That's on you.

- You're blaming this one me?
- That was your route.

You would be dead
if it wasn't for him.

I just killed a guy
out there, so did you.

Those are people, not zombies.

That was never
a part of the plan.

So you'd rather have
clean hands and no head?

Does that make you feel better?

No, it wouldn't make
me feel better.

It's not what I'm saying.

Hey, stop! Stop!

First time around I didn't have
any gear either. But I survived.

We need to remember
the reason we're down here.

1.5 million lives.

And we're running out of time.
We gotta stick together.

Right.

- I'm sorry, guys.
- You're right.

It's all right.

We need to build some weapons.

Miss Ingot?

I'm Jill Eikland from UBN.

We're running a story on Afterlife
within the next 24 hours...

George Hancock suffers from
severe psychiatric problems

including paranoid delusions.
He's on medical leave.

If you exploit him for ratings,
our lawyers will bury you.

There are two versions
of the story.

And one, the Army
took your technology

and used it to
massacre a million people.

And the other, Phenotrans built
Afterlife from the ground up.

Which do you think
I should go with?

When Lyons comes for you,
you're going to need friends.

Hey!

We'll get there.

When we do, what if
I can't freeze it?

- You're the best hacker I know.
- I'm the only hacker you know.

Okay, you'll improvise.

Look, I know you.

You walk around with a chip,
act like it's nothing.

You're stronger than
anyone I know.

I hate that I dragged
you into this.

Chase, you didn't drag me
anywhere. I came here on my own.

But next time, let's do..uhh..

Dinner and a movie?

Lyons won't stop.

Best case scenario...

he kills our customers
and doesn't get caught.

Phenotrans will be destroyed.

Worst case...

he finds a way
to frame us for it.

Decides he doesn't
need us anymore.

Puts us in whatever shallow grave
he dug for those reporters.

You think he'd kill you?

Do you know what the key to the
Phenotrans strength is, Rogers?

Not money. Not research
or patented technology.

It's fear.

Zombie terror and the world's utter
dependence on us for an antidote.

That's how we survive.

As soon as Lyons
destroys the virus,

you will release a new
strain from our stock.

Rand has gives us
a few to choose from.

You know, there are a lot worse
things than losing a company.

Not to me.

You think coming in here is
going to get you off the hook?

With who?

Humanity. God, whatever.

I don't know.
Maybe, yeah.

Well, it won't.

So I save my sister.

Damn sight easier just to
dig that chip out of her.

Just let another
million people die?

Bullshit, man.

If that's your attitude,
what are you doing here?

Atonement, same as you.
But I'm not kidding myself.

I know it's not going
to make a lick a difference.

What's your problem?

My problem is that
they might need you.

So I can't just put a nail in your
head and move on with my life.

If we head north, we can reach
the VA hospital in about a mile.

That sounds about right.

Shit. Quick!
Get inside.

Here.

Let's get out of here.

Back it up.

Shit.

We gotta move.
Let's go.

Fuck me.

Chase! Hang on, buddy!

- Garth!
- Let's go!

Head for the door.

Head for the door.
Head for the door.

Chase!

Go!

Oh shit.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Sandra? Sandra!

Shit.

Jordan?

Come with me.

Oh, my God.

Anybody try to follow you?

I don't think so.

I need you to trust me
with something.

- What?
- Somebody you need to talk to.

- You set me up.
- No, no, no.

- St.. St..Stop.
- Relax. I'm on your side.

I got a story for you.

Couple of years ago, Army decides to
start using Zombrex chips as weapons.

So they build a Black Ops site
inside Mission City,

so they can test them and run the
program once it's operational.

Afterlife? I know
this already.

Yeah, what you don't know is when
the fail safe idea first came up,

Ingot and Lyons
made a deal, okay?

Dr. Leo Rand, who is head
of research at Phenotrans,

is put in charge of
making Afterlife happen.

In return, Rand gets to
use human test subjects

for basically anything
he wants to

in a secret facility and
nobody is watching him.

What's he working on?

Presumably a cure, but only
Ingot would know that for sure.

For two years, he's been in there
torturing and killing his subjects.

But Ingot doesn't
want to stop him

because she thinks he's on
the verge of a breakthrough.

She's hoping he hits the jackpot
before the Army pulls the plug.

Now, this is footage of the tests and
documents linking Ingot to them.

It's disturbing, it's criminal.

But there's more than enough
on there to bury her.

Why come to me?

Ingot's willing to do
anything she has to,

to save her company,
even mass murder.

She's reached a line
I'm not willing to cross.

Phenotrans needs a change
of leadership.

Right now.

Are you okay?

What happened to you?

They told me you were dead.

They said you'd been infected
and turned while in custody.

And that they were
forced to terminate.

I didn't believe it.

I ran this story with the
footage that you left me.

But they discredited me.

They labeled me
a conspiracy theorist.

I pushed for an investigation,

but they deemed it a matter
of national security.

And Lyons skated.

And everything about Project
Watchtower was classified.

I failed you.

I'm so sorry, Jordan.

I found these guys in the hall.

Chase! You made it.

There are infected everywhere.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Where's Garth?

Zombrex didn't work.

He turned.

It's not the same virus.

Sandra...

meet Jordan.

Jordan Blair?

I was done for.

She came out of
nowhere and saved me.

Jordan...

I'm Sandra.

Where have you been?

Rand's hospital.

There was a breach.

Eight of us got out.

We're down to two now.

You're right about the Zombrex.

It doesn't work.

We'll be one soon.

He's insane, right?

Experimenting on healthy
human subjects.

Injecting them with
new strains of the virus.

He's created new specimens
that are faster, stronger.

We were lucky to be
part of the control group.

But Rand definitely had
his favorites.

This is going to sting a bit.

I hate to be the asshole here,
but we're running out of time.

Where was that breach?

Ward C.

Son of a bitch.
That was our way in.

It's sealed off.

We've come up through the tunnels
underneath the building.

Can you lead us back in?

I don't think
that's such a good idea.

I'm running out of time.

We need her, Chase.

I can't make her
go back in there.

It's my fault what
happened to her.

Over a million lives are at
risk and the clock is ticking.

This isn't about
you or me or her.

We have to do something
and we have to do it fast,

no matter how difficult
this may be.

A million lives?

Yeah.

More than a million, actually.

Jordan...

they're planning
on killing everyone...

who has a chip.

I'll take you.

No, no.

You don't have to go in there.

From here we go in the tunnels.

This is it.

We're in.

Rand keeps his failures
on the lower levels.

Your servers are above them.

Wait here.

Come on.

They didn't deserve to live.

Hey!

Who the...

Move.

Move!

How long?

If what Hancock told me
was correct, not long.

Sit down.

Okay.

Alarms are down. Security
should be blind.

- Good.
- Go.

We're in.

Okay.

What might you be?

Okay.

This is going to sting a bit.

What have we got?

Sir, there's a security breach
in the Project Afterlife lab.

Well, get them out of there.

Then lock down the firewall.

Chase, Jordan just took off.
She just ran.

- And you let her go?
- I didn't let her go.

- What the hell's wrong with you?
- I didn't let her go.

Am I supposed to be
watching her?

You think I'm going
to derail this?

They're onto us.

Someone on the outside is
sending in counter measures.

Shit.

You didn't think the
Army would notice?

Shut up!

Can you get past it?

Yeah, I think.

Oh fuck.

She went after Rand.

Sandra, I'm sorry, but I
have to go after her.

I know how much she
means to you. Just go.

I'll come back for you.

If I beat the clock.

You will.

It's all very touching.

They've got remote access.

How can I disconnect them?

You're about to kill a million and a
half people. People! Not zombies.

- They were infected.
- You're disgusting.

Afterlife may be ugly,
but it's necessary.

What happens when
the next virus hits?

And the one after that?

You're just going to keep
killing people that get sick?

If the disease can wipe out
my entire family, yeah.

We're running out of time.
Give me the shortcut.

I got a chip in my shoulder
and nothing to lose.

So you're going to give me
root access,

and tel me everything
I need to know

or my last seconds on earth will
be spent blowing your head off.

But don't worry,

Afterlife will still happen
just the way you wanted it to.

You're willing to kill me
to save humanity.

Are you willing to make
the same sacrifice?

None of us want to kill
anybody, but I will.

There's a Telnet port open in
the network security appliance,

we use it for local management.

Password is West40@Jackson.

You can use it to...

You can control and stop them
from tunneling into the LAN.

The thing was never designed to
counter-attack from the inside.

What's your name?

Todd.

Thanks, Todd.

They're circumnavigating our
firewall by island hopping.

Dammit.

Sir, the attack's coming
from inside a local network.

- They have physical access?
- Yeah.

Stop them.

This is Lyons.
I have a priority strike.

The target codename
is Eagleride.

Destroy immediately.

Copy that.
Time to target, 15 minutes.

Now this is going
to sting a bit.

When we're done, what's
the fastest way to the roof?

Fright elevator.
Goes direct.

You guys are taking me
with you, right?

If your intel isn't bullshit.

They're uploading
something to Afterlife.

I can't stop it, but I can
throttle their upload speed.

Do it now.

Shit. They're throttling
the upload speed.

This is taking too long.

Way too long.

I need to speed this up.

Jordan.

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm the guy who's going to kill you

if you don't get
the fuck out of my way.

I asked you a question.

All right, go ahead.
Shoot.

Set her free.

Or...

find out why you shouldn't.

What'd you give her?

What's RXX 22?

I'm looking Chase.

Another virus?

A purpose.

Now we all die eventually,
but some of us, like her,

get a chance to do something
meaningful with it.

She's not a lab rat.

No, that is exactly
what she is.

And if you disconnect this IV,

she will die within two minutes.
So just step away.

Keep him talking.

I have been working
with her for two years.

For two years, I have
been keeping her alive.

So fuck off.

I die, the cure dies with me.

The coin drops.

The second this thing is over,
I want you to wipe everything.

Root directories, everything.

- You know the protocol?
- Yes, sir.

Where are you?

We're heading into
the containment cell.

We believe Carter's there.

I understand.

Start sanitation
procedures immediately.

The time is up.

Question is this, does she mean more
to you than the whole human race?

You're not saving people.

You're killing them.

Afterlife isn't a cure,
it's genocide.

And you think that is my idea?

The Army gave up
on finding a cure.

And Phenotrans doesn't
want to find one.

Show me a pharmaceutical
company that does.

The virus is more
profitable then cancer.

Oh shit.

I needed live subjects to
better understand the disease.

Afterlife was a means
of providing them.

What, you honestly think things don't
die in the name of science? People die.

Not her. Not today.

Yes, her, today.
She's it.

This is all coming down.
This thing is over.

She has the last chance
to save the human race.

Fuck.

All right.

If you die here,

people will remember you
as a monster.

I'm a reporter.
I can tell your story.

What, do you really think I give
a shit about what people think?

You think this is about ego?

If we do nothing, this virus
will wipe us all out completely.

This is about survival.
This is about salvation.

Salvation?

What salvation?

This test, it's meaningless.

Okay, because no one is ever
going to fucking see it!

You know, once they enact Afterlife,
they're going to destroy this place.

And everything that you have done
here will be for nothing. Nothing!

Give me the antidote and I will take
you and your research out with us.

Your results, your data,
whatever you want?

Jesus Christ, Rand,
you're killing her.

Yeah, I'm trying as hard as I
goddamn can and I hope I fail.

Because if she survives death,
then there is hope.

Best thing about this virus...

victims can't die.

This is going too slow.

We're screwed.

Hancock!

Son of a bitch.

Where others saw disease...

I saw a miracle.

With small adjustments to the
RNA, the virus, in theory,

could co-exist with
human tissue.

And that is a permanent
form of regeneration.

Cells that never die.

You're talking about
immortality.

That is the cure.

And she is the research.

The only way to test it
is to kill the subject.

You really are fucking crazy.

Hancock, what are
you doing here?

There it is.

Chase, have you ever had
a trillion dollars in your hand?

Me neither.

Why?

Eternal life.

Endless money.

Jordan.

- Chase, the antidote is R-E-D 1.
- Got it.

Oh, we are so screwed.

Do you have a tool box?

You can't manually
speed up a network.

I said, do you have
a fucking tool box?

In there.

Oh shit.

Shit.

We gotta go.
We gotta go now.

Chase, we're about
to have company.

Where are we on the hack?

I'm down to the wire.

You said you'd take me with you,
we gotta get to the roof.

Let's go!

Oh yeah.

Jeez.

Are you fucking kidding me?

It's not personal.

- Fuck you.
- We'll die if we stay here.

Shit.

We gotta go now!

We gotta get to the roof!

I'm not done yet!

Goddamn it. You can't beat it.

Let's save ourselves at least.

Come on, you bastard.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Come on! Come on! Let's go!
We gotta go!

Were not leaving until I'm done!

- We gotta go!
- Fight them off!

Yes!

Fuck!

You can't save them.
You're wasting time.

- We gotta go!
- Keep them back!

- Yes!
- Goddammit!

Destroy it!
Destroy it all.

Affirmative.
Locking on coordinates.

Fuck.

- Jordan.
- Yes, Chase.

Can you run?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Fuck. Okay.

Chuck!

One minute to target.

Let's go!

Target acquired.

Thanks, Chuck.

Are you kidding me?

After what you did
for my daughter?

Thank you.

George Hancock?

Leave him. Something will come
along and eat him soon enough.

Yes, sir.

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