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(drumroll)

(rousing orchestral fanfare playing)

(fanfare ends)

(quiet, ominous note plays)

(shimmering undertone added)

(match strikes)

What are you going to cook?

Your favorite.

What, again?

(flames crackling)

Well, this is the last one.

What, you mean my tomatoes?

Can never have enough tins of tomatoes, eh?

Instead...

we've five tons of chick peas.

Ooh.

That should last at least five year, eh?

Fancy a glass of wine?

Oh, yeah, that'd be great.

Hey, hey.

You're in luck.

Drinkable.

(quiet, ominous theme plays)

You all right, sweetheart?

(whispers): Yeah, I'm fine.

(sighs wearily)

Well, I'm not fine. It's all fucked, isn't it?

Our children are safe, aren't they?

Totally, yeah.

Thank God we paid for that school trip.

Can you imagine if we hadn't have done that?

No, I can't... I can't imagine.

I can't imagine.

And I don't want you to imagine it.

Listen, they're far, far away,

and they're safe and sound.

Okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Don't worry...

Gorgeous.

WOMAN: Not interrupting, am I?

No.

WOMAN: I found this in the cellar.

I'd forgotten all about it.

I thought we could have them after dinner.

Yeah.

(clinking)

Mmm! It smells wonderful.

And is that a bottle of wine, Don?

Yes, indeed, Geoff.

GEOFF: Ah, thank you.

There's chocolate for after.

Courtesy of your good lady wife.

GEOFF: What have we here?

I get blackberries, vanilla, notes of autumn.

Karen...

He'll be hungry.

He'll be hungry when he gets back.

He'll want something to eat.

Here we go again.

Jacob, no.

JACOB: Let me tell you something, sweetheart.

It's been five days since your boyfriend run out on us.

If he's breathing, it won't be pasta he's interested in.

Jacob!

It'll be your fucking neck!

D-D-Don't say that.

Out of order, Jacob.

Why? We all know it's true.

The sooner she faces it, the better.

There are no survivors.

It's just us in here and them out there.

(pounding on door)

- Sam...! - GEOFF: Quiet!

- BOY: Let me in! - It's a boy.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't know who's out there.

BOY: Please, let me in!

Don, it's a kid!

BOY: Help! Let me in!

(pounding continues)

Bloody hell.

(pounding continues)

Please, please let me in!

I'm coming, I'm coming...

Let me in!

Please! Help me!

Please!

Get in, get in.

Come on, get in! Come on!

(latches clicking)

WOMAN: Are you all right? Are you all right?

Yeah.

(boy panting)

WOMAN: Where have you come from?

Sanford.

Sanford's upriver a few miles.

WOMAN: How did you get here?

They were chasing me.

Screaming.

I was scared. I ran.

I tried... I tried other houses.

They were empty.

I came through the woods... (continues indistinctly)

Who were chasing you?

My mum, my dad...

They're trying to kill me.

There's others, too.

How many?

Loads.

Sam.

(snarling, hissing, woman screaming)

It's got my arm!

Help me!

(snarling)

(thudding)

- (screaming) - Come on! Get out of here!

Don!

Everybody go! Go!

Geoff, I can't see!

GEOFF: Hold onto my hand!

Get back!

(screaming)

Come back!

Oh, God.

Follow Jacob.

Keep going. Darling, there's no time!

Come on! Come on!

For God's sake, go!

Fuck!

Where are you!?

Alice! Alice, no! Alice!

(snarling, hissing)

Geoff, come on! Come on!

(screaming)

Geoff!

(squishing)

Give me your hand! Give me your hand, Sally!

Geoff! No! No!

Help me!

(screaming)

(snarling)

Alice! Alice!

(snarling)

ALICE: Where are you!?

DON: Just leave him.

Just leave him.

ALICE: I see him!

- Leave him! - Let go!

(snarling, hissing)

Don! Help us!

Don!

ALICE: Help us!

(boy screaming)

(groaning)

(snarling)

Don!

(screaming): Don!

(snarling, boy screaming)

(screaming): Don!

(panting heavily)

(snarling, growling)

♪♪

(roaring, growling)

Jacob!

Go on!

(snarling)

-Jacob! - Don!

(growling)

Don!

(hissing)

Jacob.

(engine revving)

(guttural growling)

(screams)

(growling)

(music ends)

(music ends)

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

(anxious sigh)

(sighs)

(engine humming)

(ominous theme playing)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(jet engines roaring)

(jet engines roaring)

Welcome to London.

PI LOT (over radio): Hey, Doyle, you having fun down there?

You can kiss my ass.

DOYLE: This is the worst combat I ever saw.

Where's the fucking combat?

Yeah, I hear you.

DOYLE: Give me something to shoot.

Too easy.

PILOT: Northeastern Med Center,

20th floor, three windows in.

Fat guy jerking off in the toilet.

SOLDIER 2: Oh, bug nuts— him again-- I saw him yesterday.

SOLDIER 3: I don't see him.

Where is Fester Fuck Nut?

Oh, your boyfriend?

There he is, with his dick in his hand on the 20th floor.

Yeah, next to the fire exit, man.

Oh, shit.

I think he needs a jerk-off extender.

Hey, Doyle, you're the expert in hand-to-hand combat.

- Man-to-man combat. - DOYLE: Shut up.

I think it might be your dad, Doyle.

- Ooh! - You got him.

(jet engines roaring)

(engines whirring)

Shit.

(truck engine starts)

MAN (over radio): Colonel Phillips here.

What is your current status?

Good morning, Colonel.

PHILLIPS: Morning.

Colonel, I'm watching the new arrivals disembark.

PHILLIPS: Yes, Major.

It'll take all morning to process them.

PHILLIPS: Copy.

No one told me that we're now admitting children.

(slow, ominous theme playing)

Just follow around to your right.

(arrivals murmuring)

♪♪

(whirring, beeping)

WOMAN: Green and brown.

Interesting iris variation.

It's usually hereditary.

Do one of your parents have the same?

My mother, she did.

How old are you, Andy?

Twelve.

I think that makes you the youngest person

in the entire country.

Well, your blood pressure is A-OK

and you're negative on any serious diseases or afflictions.

I think you're okay to come in.

Welcome back to Britain.

(rotors whirring loudly)

♪♪

(flames crackling)

(train accelerating)

WOMAN (over P.A.): We are headed

for the green zone, our area of security

and reconstruction, designated as District One.

District One is located on the Isle of Dogs.

Although the Isle of Dogs is completely safe,

the surrounding area of London is not.

There are a large number of bodies still left to be cleared

from the original outbreak of infection.

Rats and wild dogs are prevalent, as is disease.

New arrivals are reminded, for their own safety,

it is absolutely forbidden

to cross the river and leave the security zone.

You will be joining 15,000 civilians

who are already resident in District One.

As we approach your new home,

you will notice a dramatically increased military presence.

The U.S. Army is responsible for your safety.

We will do everything we can do

to make your repatriation as easy as possible.

Inside District One, however,

we believe you'll be pleasantly surprised.

We have hot and cold running water,

24-hour electricity, a medical center, a supermarket

and even a pub.

(scattered, quiet laughter)

MAN: That sounds good.

We're nearly home.

♪♪

♪♪

- Dad! - It's Dad!

- Dad! - Dad! Come on.

(hydraulics whooshing)

(indistinct conversations)

- I'm excited. - Yeah.

You excited? (giggles)

(laughing): Hey!

(sighs)

Oh!

I missed you so much.

You all right? You all right?

(kissing)

I never thought I'd see you again, you know that?

(laughter)

(indistinct conversations)

WOMAN: I am the chief medical officer.

I should have been notified before children were brought in.

We've not even established the protocol for minors.

We have issues of disease and sanitation,

not to mention, we don't fully understand the virus yet.

We understand that it did not manage to go across species.

- Yes. - That it did not

manage to go airborne,

and that the last infected human

died six months ago.

We weren't here six months ago.

Major...

What are you afraid of?

What if it comes back?

It won't come back.

What if it does?

If it comes back, we kill it.

Code Red.

(vehicle passing)

Come on, guys.

What about this place, then, Andy?

(Andy chuckles)

Eh?

Yeah, it's pretty good, Dad.

Look at the camera.

This way. That's good.

There's 25 floors.

We get the penthouse up there.

- Really? - Really.

I.D., sir.

- Thank you. - So what do you do here, Dad?

What do I do?

I'm a section officer.

I keep the lights on,

the water running, the heat running.

See, that's what this says.

Triple A— "access all areas." That's me.

I basically run the place, you know?

Well, you're the caretaker, really, aren't you?

(sighs)

(alarm blares)

No, I run the place.

(beeps)

AN DY: Wow!

Like it?

It's amazing.

What? Even better than sunny Spain?

You ought to have seen the refugee camps, Dad.

There were 20 of us in each tent and chemical toilets.

Oh.

- Everything smelled of piss. - Nice.

We'll be moving to our new house soon,

a couple of months, in fact.

A new house?

Yeah.

Listen, I hope you guys understand, um...

we're not going to be able to go back to our old house.

It's outside the security zone,

and anyway, I don't think I'd want to go back there,

even if I could.

What happened, Dad-- to Mum?

Yeah.

(whispers): Yeah.

Do you want to sit down and I'll tell you all about it?

(buckle clacking)

Your mum and I were hiding in a house.

A wee cottage.

There was an old couple that... owned it.

And they were there, too.

Three other people.

And we were, uh...

...just trying to stay alive, I suppose.

We were doing okay for a while.

And then we were attacked.

(screaming, sharp thud)

They came in through the kitchen window.

They were really fast, you know?

Chased us.

Chased your mum.

And we were trapped.

Trapped in the bedroom.

(screams): Don!

(voice breaking): Is...

I seen them...

biting...

(sobbing): I couldn't do anything.

I tried to go back.

(loud thud)

She was already gone.

She was already gone.

Was there nothing you could do?

No, there was nothing I could do.

I managed to get away.

Just running, running and running.

I got to this military camp.

And you know the rest, you know, I've been in quarantine,

waiting for you guys to come back.

We're just happy you're still alive.

(sobbing)

I'm sorry.

♪♪

♪♪

(faint rustling)

(yawning)

(hip-hop song on radio)

(blows kiss)

♪♪

(hip-hop song continues)

(song playing faintly)

(warbling shriek)

- (laughing) - Doyle...

Doyle, you bastard.

Boy, I've never seen you get so white.

- Come on. - Oh, dude...

Good morning.

Get the fuck out of here, man. I'm having all good dreams.

Yeah?

Sunday afternoon, clear blue skies.

I'm laying in bed with my wife and... now I'm back

in this shit hole...

I know, man.

Yeah, yeah.

I had that same dream about your wife.

(laughing)

Fucking with me.

Get on out of here, cowboy.

Yeah, all right.

Next time I'm gonna shoot you, though.

All right, see you later, family man.

(warbling shriek)

(laughs)

I told you I'm gonna shoot you.

(faint laughter)

♪♪

(sighing)

♪♪

(sighs)

What's on the TV tonight?

(static crackles)

♪♪

♪♪

(laughing)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(distorted screaming)

(gasps)

(breathing heavily)

(whispers): You okay?

Bad dream?

Hey...

I get worried I'm going to forget what she looks like.

You won't forget.

I don't even have a picture of her.

You won't forget.

Promise?

Yeah.

(sighs)

TAMMY: Andy, we agreed.

You heard what they said: it's only dogs and rats out there.

We'll go home, we'll get what we want and come back again.

ANDY: We should have told Dad.

TAMMY: It's fine. Trust me.

He won't even know we're gone.

(guards conversing indistinctly)

♪♪

♪♪

Where are you going?

- (static crackles) - Base, come in.

- BASE: Go. - (Tammy and Andy shouting)

We have two strays that just slipped out the north gate.

- BASE: Stray dogs? - No, puppies.

(giggling)

AN DY: Yeah!

- Yeah! - Whoo!

- Yes! - Yes!

(indistinct shouting)

Whoo!

Whoa...

That's what we need.

Yeah, if it had keys.

Wait here.

(sighs)

(muffled breathing)

(panting)

♪♪

♪♪

(yelping)

(whimpers)

(gagging)

Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(door closes)

There you go.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Tam!

Tam!

Tam?

Tam, are you there?

Tam?

(singsong): Tammy?

Tammy?

(clattering)

(groans)

Tammy, this is stupid.

You're not being funny.

(gasps)

♪♪

I knew it.

(both panting)

♪♪

You're hurting me!

(both panting)

(shrieking)

No, don't go! No!

No!

(helicopter roaring overhead)

Doyle...

I got your puppies.

(screaming)

No!

(shrieking)

(sobbing)

Get off me!

(screaming)

(screaming)

I apologize for these precautions.

It's standard protocol when dealing with any survivors.

Though we haven't had to do it for a while.

The last survivor we came across

was over two months ago.

Can you tell me anything about

how you managed to... keep... alive

while you were gone so long?

Do you know of any other survivors?

Okay.

Just going to take a blood sample.

It won't hurt.

Have you come into direct contact

with the infected?

(screaming)

(snarling)

Okay.

(gasps)

I want to see my children.

Of course. Of course.

Mr. Harris.

- Yeah. - We found your kids.

Oh, thank God, thank God. Thank you so much.

We found your wife, too.

Can they hear me?

So what did you two think you were playing at?

You said you saw her die.

What?

You said you saw her die!

I didn't say that.

You did, you said you saw her die, you did.

Baby, I didn't use those words.

This is...

I don't know, I mean, it's confusing, you know?

It's very hard for you to imagine, you know?

It's-it's too hard to explain.

Well, try to explain it, Dad, try!

Try? What do you want me to say? I thought I saw Mom...

die.

I wouldn't have told you that...

I was sure.

Guys, I'm not sure what's happening here,

but it's good.

Okay? That's the point.

Mom is alive.

I want to see her!

♪♪

(panting softly)

(beep)

There's no question, sir.

She has the virus. She's infected.

Why isn't she showing any symptoms?

I don't know.

Speculate.

SCARLET: A genetic abnormality which acts

as some sort of natural immunity.

But the virus is still in her blood

and saliva, so...

technically, she's not immune.

She's a carrier.

Are you saying she has the ability to infect others?

Yes, sir.

Absolutely.

If this woman has natural immunity,

she is incredibly valuable.

Her blood could contain the key to a vaccine, even a cure.

(whispers): Alice?

Hey, baby.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was scared.

I shouldn't have run away.

I was scared.

Please forgive me.

Please, sir, we need some time to study her.

We need to run some tests.

Run tests on her corpse, Major.

I love you, Don.

Yeah.

Oh, God, I love you, too.

♪♪

(sharp breaths)

(spits)

(groaning, grunting)

(growling)

(gurgling)

(groaning)

(heavy breathing)

(banging, yelling)

(yelling)

(panting)

(crashing)

(yelling)

(screaming): Don!

(gasping)

(growling, screaming)

Help...

(screaming)

(screaming): Help me!

(gasping)

(screaming): Help me!

(gasping)

(growling)

(faint, echoing noises)

♪♪

STONE: Clear channels to control room.

(over radio): Control room, this is General Stone.

All forces under my control

prepare to execute Code Red on my command.

- Affirmative. - Affirmative.

Break, break, break, all stations.

Sunray in 30 seconds.

STONE: We have an outbreak

of the infection in the medical center.

All units safeties off.

- Affirmative. - Affirmative.

Open air cap, transmission.

STONE: Prepare designated containment areas.

Affirmative.

Move civilians to containment areas.

All command personnel secure a bunker.

Confirm order to lock down.

WOMAN: Lock down confirmed.

STONE: Execute Code Red.

♪♪

DOYLE (over radio): Flynn, come in.

Flynn, did you hear that Code Red or am I losing my shit?

Just about to ask you the same thing.

Ten hut!

(electrical buzzing)

Everything's fine.

Don't worry. I'll be back in a moment.

It's probably nothing.

Tam, it didn't sound like nothing.

He said he'd be back in a moment.

(growling)

(screaming)

(gunshot)

(panting)

You okay?

Let's go.

(panting)

(alarm blaring)

Come on.

MAN: Move, move, move! Let's go! Let's go!

SCARLET: Andy, keep hold of my hand!

Okay, come on, keep it going. Keep it moving.

Come on, people. Come on, people. Come on, now.

Don't push. No pushing.

Sir, all civilians into the containment area.

- No, these kids are with me. - Sir...

It's incredibly important that they are kept protected.

I need to get them out of here immediately.

Sir, no exceptions.

- It's a Code Red. - I know what it is.

These kids are with me. My name is...

- Andy! - Scarlet!

- Andy! - Tammy!

- Andy! - Andy, wait!

- Scarlet! -Just wait, Andy!

- We're coming! - MAN: Calm down. Calm down, now!

(panting)

(indistinct shouting)

Move down, move down the room. Keep moving.

Go, go, go. Come on.

MAN: Keep moving. That's it.

WOMAN: Hey, why are you shutting us inside here?

For your own protection!

Well, just close the door! You don't need to lock it!

It's for your own protection!

We've got to find Andy.

It's okay. We'll find him.

(panicked yelling, pounding on door)

(yelling, pounding continue)

(yelling continues)

(over P.A. system): Shut down civilian areas.

Sector One locked down.

WOMAN: Sector Eight locked down.

MAN: Sector Three locked down.

(panicked screaming)

(yelling, shouting)

(indistinct shouting nearby)

(over P.A. system): Switch to emergency lighting.

Use of non-lethal force authorized.

- All snipers in position. - Roger that.

Ground forces to med center. Ground force to med center.

- Sector One covered. - Where's my spotter?

(indistinct talking)

MAN: Girls, stay calm.

(banging on door)

(banging continues)

(banging grows more insistent)

(fierce hiss)

(whispers): Dad.

(low growl)

(banging on door)

(slurping, growling)

(gasps)

(snarling)

(growling)

(grunts, yells)

My dad! My dad!

He's in here!

(yelling, loud crunch)

(people screaming)

(screams)

(growling)

(panicked screaming)

(screaming continues)

(growling, snarling)

(hisses)

(panicked yelling)

(screaming)

(screaming and yelling, metallic creaking)

(woman screams)

(man yelling)

(people screaming)

No...!

(man speaks indistinctly over P.A. system)

(woman screams in distance)

(shouting, yelling)

No!

(over radio): Confirm: Only target infected.

MAN 2: Roger that. Only target infected.

(gunshot, yells)

(yelling, screaming)

(over radio): Targeting right. I got two down.

(over radio): Watch out for the friendlies.

Watch out for the friendlies.

MAN 2: I can't get a shot.

Oh, man, this is FUBAR.

We got a group there at twelve o'clock.

I've got three on the ground.

Got four on the ground. Got four.

(gunshots)

16 down.

(bullets ricocheting)

I got two by the jeep.

(gunshots, screaming)

(bullets ricocheting)

Jesus!

I don't see who's a target.

(gunshots continue)

On the move! On the move! On the move!

Move it right! Move it right!

I can't find another damn target here.

(gunshot)

I can't get a shot.

MAN 2: Whiskey Three, why have you stopped firing?

Come in, Whiskey Three.

(radio static)

Abandon selective targeting.

Shoot everything. Targets are now free.

(over radio): I cannot contain spreading.

We've lost control.

All units, all units,

this is Medical Commanding Officer Sierra Lima.

(radio static)

Please be on the lookout for a young boy, age 12, name Andy.

If he is located, he must be immediately evacuated

from the containment zone.

We have to find Andy.

We have to find him!

It's okay. It's okay. We're gonna find him.

I'm gonna find him, I promise.

I'm gonna get him out of here.

I'm gonna get you both out of here.

Trust me.

(crying)

(panicked yelling continues)

(gunshots)

(bullets ricocheting)

Which shot?

(over radio): Abandon selective targeting.

All targets are now free.

What? Confirm order.

(over radio): Rooftop units, target everyone at ground level.

No exceptions.

Repeat: no exceptions.

Run!

(gunshot, screams)

(gunshots, screaming)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(over radio): Three down! One of ours down there!

- Three o'clock! - (gunfire)

(gunfire)

(bullet pings)

(cocks rifle)

(gunfire)

(fierce yell)

(over radio): Taking 'em down, taking 'em down.

MAN 2: That's it, at three o'clock!

(gunfire)

Kid! Over here!

Kid! Over here!

(indistinct shouting over radio)

(gunshot, gasps)

(over radio): Take 'em out! Take 'em out!

I got two fuckers on me. Doyle, I got two fuckers on me!

(yelling)

Fuck.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(people yelling)

Fuck!

(panting)

(clattering echoes)

♪♪

(gunfire nearby)

(gunfire nearby)

(gasps)

MAN: Shh, shh, shh.

It's all right. It's all right.

(crying softly)

Shh, shh, shh.

(crying softly)

(gasps)

Tam?

♪♪

♪♪

(quiet sobbing)

(gunfire in distance)

(panting): This is madness.

What's happening?

They're shooting everybody.

Why?

It makes no sense.

It makes perfect sense.

It's Code Red.

♪♪

(gunfire in distance)

(whispers): I saw Dad.

Where?

He's one of them.

SCARLET: Step one: kill the infected.

Step two: containment.

If containment fails...

step three: extermination.

And now they won't stop until everyone is dead.

SAM: So what do we do?

I mean, I'm not sitting around here to get exterminated.

We've got to get out of here.

MAN 2: If we take one step out of that door,

if the infected don't get us, the snipers will.

DOYLE: Well, you don't have a choice, my friend.

Right now it's dark out there.

The snipers can see through their night scopes, but...

at least you have some limited cover from the infected.

But, you know, if you want to wait till sunup,

then you're as good as dead.

Who are you?

Sergeant Doyle, Delta, Rooftop Unit.

Why aren't you at your post?

Why aren't you?

Look, you guys do what you want, but, uh...

I'm gonna get the fuck out of here.

You coming?

'Kay, come on.

(planes passing overhead)

There's less shooting.

Maybe they've got it under control.

Or less shooters.

All right, listen, I need you guys

to look at me and only me, okay?

You run when I run.

Be my shadow, that's it, right?

Get around back.

Watch her.

Ready?

Let's go.

(whispers): Stay.

(over radio): Doyle, come in.

DOYLE (sighs): Then go.

Doyle, where the fuck are you, man?

Ground level,

District One.

Shit! Closed frequency.

Copy that.

What the fuck are you doing there?

Listen to me, you've got some serious shit coming your way.

We've already got some serious shit.

No. I'm not fucking playing; this is worse.

The air cav, they just got their orders.

They're firebombing

all of District One.

That was fast.

Outbreak is out of control. They're taking no chances.

So unless you are out of the target zone,

you are getting cooked, you got me?

How long we got?

They're already on their way.

You got four minutes, tops.

But listen, I got some

clear landing ground at Regents Park.

That's the pickup point. Got it?

I'll be back in touch.

Hey, Doyle, you fuckin' better be.

All right, look, guys, we got to run, okay?

Just stay low and stay fast.

Okay? After me. Let's go.

(gunshot, yells)

Sniper!

- Back! Back! Back! - Get down! Sniper!

(gunshot)

Get back! Get back!

(gunshots, shouting)

- Back! - Andy, get in!

(gasps)

(gunshots continue)

SCARLET: It's okay.

It's just a flesh wound.

(groaning, panting)

(sobbing, panting)

All right.

(gunshots, ricocheting, glass breaking)

Multiple shots, one hit.

He's panicked, and no marksman.

(sobbing)

All right.

(gunshot)

- What's your name? - Sam.

Hey, Sam. Get close.

You see that doorway?

I need you to run as fast as you can

in a zigzag like this, okay?

(sobbing)

And don't stop for anything, okay?

SAM: You want me to be bait.

No, no. Look, he's gonna

take shots at you, all right?

But he's gonna miss.

All right? He's gonna expose his position.

It means I get a shot at him, and I won't miss.

You're out of your fucking mind.

- There's no way I'm going out there. - Stay back.

Two minutes, we're all gonna die.

(sobbing)

You want that?

- No! - Andy!

Fuck!

(gunfire)

(gunshots continue)

(gunshot, grunts)

(panting)

Good work, kid.

(staticky radio transmission)

(planes passing overhead)

The fence! Watch it, watch it!

Behind me.

Go! Go!

Go!

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Jump!

(yelling, planes approaching)

(planes roaring by)

This is Red Fox One pouring whiskey.

Keep going. We'll be safe under the river.

(jets roaring)

(glass shattering)

(helicopter rotors whirring)

(screaming)

(indistinct radio transmissions)

♪♪

(screaming)

♪♪

(screaming)

♪♪

Go! Go!

Come on! Come on!

Run! Run!

♪♪

MAN (over radio): Bring in bio-soldier units.

Fan out to the predesignated positions.

MAN 2: Bio units, copy.

Use of chemical weapons authorized.

Repeat: all units,

chemical weapons are authorized.

(people screaming over TV)

(snarling)

(snarling)

♪♪

(snarling)

♪♪

(snarling)

(snarling)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(metal creaking)

♪♪

Stay close.

They left us again.

Do you think Mum's still alive?

Not this time.

(light clattering)

(metal creaking)

SCARLET: You look a little pale.

Blood makes me nauseous.

You never answered my question.

About why you left your post.

I got that boy in my sights.

He's not a target anymore.

When we were separated...

I thought I'd lost you, too.

We won't get separated again.

We'll stay together, whatever happens.

Whatever happens.

It's all fucked.

You hear it all over the radios— fucked.

Anyway... what about you?

Why the hell are you here?

Their mother...

had very special blood.

Natural kind of immunity to the virus.

Not all genetic traits are passed on, you know.

They can skip a generation or vanish altogether, but...

But they might have it.

It's a possibility.

So their lives are far more valuable than mine.

Or yours.

I got it.

(radio crackles)

FLYNN (over radio): Doyle!

(static)

Doyle!

Flynn, go.

You made it.

I knew you'd do it, buddy.

Listen, I am coming to you right now,

but keep a lookout, okay?

There's confirmed sightings of infected

that have escaped the fire bombings.

Give me an ETA.

About 60.

Minutes?

No.

Seconds.

Kids, come on!

Get down.

Get down! Get down.

♪♪

I see you!

Coming in!

Jesus, Doyle, you got people with you.

Who the fuck are those people?!

Doyle!

Who the fuck are those people?!

I can't take them!

We will get shot out of the sky if I try to land...

No, no, don't take them to base!

Take them over the channel!

What?!

You got to get these kids out of here, Flynn!

FLYNN: Get the fuck in, Doyle! I'm not taking them!

- I'm not leaving them! - Get me out of here!

(shouting)

Hey! Get him off of there!

Get the fuck off...!

Okay.

(shouting)

- Stop! - Come on!

(screaming)

(snarling)

DOYLE: Flynn, we're gonna fucking

die down here! Do something!

(snarling)

(straining)

Come on, you fuckers.

(screaming)

(snarling)

(screaming)

DOYLE: Get up, get up, get up!

Run! Move it!

(rotors whirring)

(screaming)

(snarling)

Don't look back!

Keep going!

Keep going.

(gunshot)

(screaming)

FLYNN: Fuck you.

(snarling)

(both panting)

FLYNN: Doyle, come in!

Doyle! You need to get to safe ground!

Get to the stadium!

Ditch those people!

I'm not taking them.

(screaming)

Flynn, come in.

Flynn, goddamn it, I know you can hear me.

Fuck the Code Red. Fuck the chain of command.

I'm stuck out here and need an extraction, goddamn it.

Better fucking be there, because we will be.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah?

Bet you're tired, huh?

Me, too. (chuckles)

Look, I need you to help me, okay?

Help me with your sister.

You got that?

(snarling)

Come on, got to go.

Got to go. Go, go, go, go, go!

(snarling)

♪♪

(panting)

SCARLET: Gas! Get back!

Get back! Come on!

It's gas!

- Get in the car! - Run!

- Get in the car! - Come on!

Get in the car! Get in the car! Hurry up!

Come on, come on, get in, get in!

- (snarling) - Get in!

Go, go, go!

(groaning, panting)

(snarling)

(screams)

(snarling)

Get the vents! Get the vents!

(screaming, snarling)

(screaming, snarling)

(panting)

(screaming)

(panting)

(engine sputters)

SCARLET: It won't start!

DOYLE: We're gonna be fine, all right?

Just keep trying.

- Keep trying! - It won't start!

- (engine sputters) - Come on. Come on! Come on!

- Keep trying! Keep trying! - (screams)

It won't start!

- It won't fucking start! - Fuck me.

(fire roaring)

It won't start.

Put your foot on the clutch.

All right, pop the clutch when I tell you, okay?

You get them to the stadium.

Okay?

(sobbing)

Keep your head down.

I'll meet you there.

Doyle!

(straining)

(grunting)

Pop it!

Pop it!

(engine sputtering)

Go!

(engine starts)

Go...!

(Doyle screaming)

(fire roaring)

(sobbing): Oh, my God!

(panting)

Okay.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(helicopter approaching)

Scarlet!

(gunfire)

(tires screeching)

- (screaming) - They're shooting at us!

(panting)

(yells)

(engine stops, Scarlet grunts)

Okay, let's go!

Go on through here, guys.

(footsteps echoing)

Just hold onto the rails.

Careful, guys.

Okay.

It's okay. I can see. I can see.

Just keep going down.

SCARLET: Okay.

Keep walking straight, guys,

holding against the wall.

You're doing really well.

You're doing great.

Okay, get back, get back!

Against the wall!

Okay, good.

Just stay close.

Slightly to the right, Andy.

It's okay.

I know... I can see. It's okay.

I've got the night sight on.

You're doing great. Just hold, hold the rail.

Nice and slow down the stairs, okay?

Stop, stop, stop!

Right now!

Okay, Tammy, to your left.

Good. Okay.

Good girl, just straight...

Now, nice and slow. Slower.

- (Tammy screaming) - Stop! Stop! Stop, honey!

It's okay! It's okay!

It's okay, all right?

Grab ahold of the other railing, okay?

(screaming)

Scarlet, I can't see anything!

Okay, go to your right.

Go to your right.

- All right, try and skip... - (Tammy groans)

Just-just put your leg far out in front of you, okay?

Good girl. Hold onto the rail.

- Careful! - (Tammy screaming)

(Andy screaming)

SCARLET: Andy! Where are you?!

Andy! Where are you, Andy?!

Answer me!

Where are you?!

(children panting)

Tammy!

Where are you?!

TAMMY: Scarlet!

Tammy, I'm coming! I'm right here!

Scarlet, I've lost Andy.

It's okay. It's okay. I'm right here.

I've lost Andy.

It's okay.

There you go.

Just slowly, towards me...

I lost Andy.

(whimpering)

We'll find Andy.

(snarling)

(Tammy screaming)

(snarling, Scarlet screaming)

TAMMY: Scarlet!

(sobbing)

TAMMY: Andy!

Where are you?!

(clattering)

(Tammy panting)

Scarlet.

(clattering)

Tammy?

Tammy?!

Scarlet?!

(footsteps echoing)

(snarling)

(growling)

(snarling)

No!

(screaming)

Don't!

(growling)

(gunshot)

(shell hits ground)

(growls)

(gunshots)

(shell hits ground)

(sobbing)

We stay together,

whatever happens.

No!

Andy!

Andy, no!

No, Andy!

Andy! Andy!

No!

No!

Andy!

♪♪

♪♪

Tammy, am I one of them?

No.

No, you're not.

♪♪

Stop!

Where's Doyle?

Where's Doyle?!

It's just us.

Come on.

Get in.

Come on!

(engine starts)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(helicopter rotors whirring)

(radio static)

(garbled transmissions)

(man speaking French over radio, breaking up)

We need your help.

(static)

(garbled transmissions)

(snarling)

(snarling)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(music fades out)