All language subtitles for Resident.Evil.The.Final.Chapter.2016.2160p.BluRay.Remux_eng

They say that history
is written by the victors.

This, then, is the history
of the Umbrella Corporation,

formed by crusading scientist
Professor James Marcus.

Marcus had a young daughter, Alicia,

afflicted with Progeria,
a progressive, fatal, wasting disease.

Progeria caused premature aging.

By the time she was 25,

Alicia would have the
body of a 90-year-old.

Marcus was driven to save her,

but the odds seemed impossible.

And even as he worked desperately
to create a cure,

the young girl's father
would record his daughter,

her voice, her likeness,

saving her for posterity.

But then the breakthrough came.

Marcus discovered the T-virus.

Once injected, it would detect and repair
damaged cells within the body.

It was a miracle.

The life of Alicia Marcus was saved.

The T-virus had a myriad of applications,

treating 1,000 different diseases.

Overnight, it seemed a new era was dawning,

a world without the fear of infection,
sickness or decay.

But it was not to be,

for the T-virus
had certain unforeseen side effects.

Sir, sir, over here!

Hey.

He's not breathing.

The first of the undead was born.

The incident was quickly covered up.

In the aftermath,
James Marcus argued furiously

with his business partner,

Dr. Alexander Isaacs.

I don't care how much it costs,
we have to close the program down.

James, we're gonna be ruined.

My mind is made up.

Pity.

Off to bed, Alicia.

Your father and I are just talking.

Go on.

Dr. Isaacs became the guardian
of his dead partner's child

and her half of the company.

The corporation that had begun
with such lofty ideals

had been seduced completely
by greed and power.

To help him control the now-vast interests
of the Umbrella Corporation,

Dr. Isaacs created
a powerful artificial intelligence.

Isaacs used the likeness of Alicia Marcus
for the computer's interface.

Isaacs called the computer "the Red Queen."

Then, 10 years ago in Raccoon City,

there was an outbreak.

A T-virus escaped
from an underground laboratory

called the Hive.

The American government
attempted to contain the outbreak

by detonating a bomb.

It devastated Raccoon City,

but it couldn't stop the
airborne infection.

The viral outbreak
spread across the world within days.

Humankind was brought to its knees.

Finally, the last and best hope
of humanity gathered

and took a last stand in Washington,
D.C.

But we didn't realize
that what we had walked into

was a trap.

My name is Alice, and this is my story.

The end of my story.

Come on!

Hello?

Is there anyone alive in here?

Hello?

You come here to gloat?

My satellites show
there are 4,472 humans remaining

on the surface of the Earth.
They will cease to exist

in under 48 hours.

What do you want from me?

You want me to say that you've won?

- You've wiped out humanity.
- No. Quite the opposite.

I want you to stop me...

To stop me... Stop...
I want you to stop me.

Behind you.

Nicely done.

I don't trust you.

Given our history,
I'd be surprised if you did.

But unless you intervene,
the slaughter will be complete.

There will be no survivors.

How can I possibly help them?

Umbrella developed an airborne antivirus.

If released, it would destroy the T-virus

and anything it has infected, on contact.

All this could end?

Precisely.

Where is this antivirus?

Beneath the streets of Raccoon City,
in the Hive.

Why would you help me?

My programming will not allow me
to harm the Umbrella Corporation,

but you are bound by no such constraints.

You'd turn against Umbrella,
against the people who created you?

Why?

Get to Raccoon City in 48 hours,

make it to the Hive,
and then you'll have your answer.

I have no reason to believe a word you say.

True. But I can offer you
something you want very much.

What is that?

Revenge.

Wesker.

He led you all here to Washington.

He pretended to give you your powers back,

and then he betrayed you.

Where is he?

He just landed at the Hive.

I'm resetting your watch.

The clock is ticking.

Alice.

Ten years ago in the Hive, we both failed.

We let this happen.

Make it right.

Is that all you got?

Alice.

Ten years ago in the Hive...

There will be no survivors.

There will be no survivors.

What is this place?

Where am I? Answer me.

- What's wrong with you?
- Be quiet.

- Who did this?
- Quiet! I told you.

Silence.

So, you're awake at last.

I killed you.

- Yet here I am.
- A clone.

I killed your clone.

You've been most troublesome to me.

You and your sisters.

And now I have you.

The cleansing operation
should have finished over a year ago,

but you slowed us down.

So much so that I was obliged
to take command myself.

You could end all of this.

Why don't you?

Interesting.

Someone told you something, didn't they?

Well, you will be begging
to tell me soon enough.

She's an unbeliever.

What do we do with unbelievers?

Cast her out.

Cast her out.

Cast her out! Cast her out!

- Come on!
- Cast her out!

Cast her out! Cast her out!

Cast her out! Cast her out!
Cast her out! Cast her out!

The Lord created a flood
to cleanse the Earth.

40 days and 40 nights of rain.

Our method has taken a little longer,
but the result will be the same.

A world ready for the righteous
and the pure to inherit.

We reach Raccoon City
in just over 12 hours.

I doubt even you can run for that long.

I want to know what you know.

Tell me when she's ready to talk.

- Wesker.
- Dr. Isaacs.

Look what I found on the roadside.

It would appear your mission to Washington

was less successful than you made out.

- Impossible.
- I hope you didn't leave

any other loose ends.

There's something else.

I think she knows
about the airborne antivirus.

- How can that be?
- I don't know yet.

But we caught her
on the road to Raccoon City.

Why else would she be headed there?

Raise the security level
at the Hive to maximum.

No one in or out.

I'll let you know when she talks.

God go with you.

You heard him.

Security level to maximum.

As you wish.

Get up there and check it out.

Release me!

- Open them.
- All right. All right.

You can't use it. You can't escape.

Move!

Jesus.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Sir.

- She's gone.
- No.

Target is 72 miles and closing.

Lock down the Hive,
prepare defensive measures,

and alert our operative in Raccoon City.

Welcome home.

...an airborne antivirus...

...under 48 hours...

Make... Make... Make it to the Hive.

Let him go! Let him go now!

Put it down or we'll shoot!

I told you, Doc!

- Calm down, Christian!
- I told you you were wrong!

- Calm down.
- We should have killed her

- when we had the chance!
- Put it down, please,

- before he tries to shoot the both of us.
- What's in this?

- Pure adrenaline. I needed you awake.
- Why?

There's something coming,

in the same direction you came,
something big.

Let him go! Put it down. Now.

Alice?

Umbrella captured me at the Arcadia.

We were headed somewhere called the Hive.

Got loose, killed the pilot, crashed here.

Doc and the others pulled
me from the crash.

- I owe them my life.
- Doc!

There, to the east.

Still headed our way.

You know what it is?

Umbrella. Dr. Isaacs.

I thought that you killed him.

I thought so, too.

He has an army of undead with him.

They'll be here within hours.

What do we do?

Why the hell are we asking her?

She's a stranger. We shouldn't trust her.

- Listen to me, Claire.
- Hey, hey, hey, Christian!

- Don't you touch me, Doc!
- Put it down!

- You put it down! You put it down!
- Christian! Hey!

Hey. Look at me.

Just 'cause you think
you should be in charge doesn't make it so.

Just... Hey.

You listen to me, Doc.
You're gonna regret it.

All of you!

All of you!

I have to get to the Hive.

You have to get these people out of here.

We have children, injured, the elderly.

You know, what chance
do they have on the open road?

Better than they have here.

- This building is secure.
- Maybe from the undead,

but Isaacs has armored vehicles,

rocket launchers, heavy ordnance.

They're gonna tear this place wide open.

- Doc!
- Okay, okay.

So, what happened to her?

She was hit by one of the traps
on the outer perimeter.

They were intended for the undead.

- What is this?
- Specialty of the house.

Have you on your feet in no time.

Why should I trust you?

Here.

Doc, we need to get out of here.

People are scared,
and Christian's not helping.

You need to let people know
what's happening.

Okay.

I've got to go.

Hey.

Your friend's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

- You know, he and I...
- I noticed.

So, what's in the Hive?

Umbrella developed a cure,

an airborne antivirus.

It'll destroy anything infected
with the T-virus on contact.

Who told you this?

- The Red Queen.
- And you believed her?

- What if we can end all this?
- What about you?

They infected you with the T-virus.

You release this antivirus,
it's going to kill you.

- Whatever it takes.
- Alice, I'm not...

You know I'm right.

All right.

We stop Isaacs here, we save these people,

and then we go together.

We don't have long.

Let's get to it.

What else do you have for defense?

Not too many firearms,
but we have a big supply of gasoline.

Here, you need a weapon.

- We're giving her a gun now?
- Take it easy, Christian.

You can let your guard down
if you want, man.

I don't intend to.

When I rode in here,
someone was watching me.

They could have called out or fired a shot

to warn me about the trap, but they didn't.

What are you saying?

Watch your back.

So, Dr. Isaacs,

it seems you let her
slip through your fingers.

Or what remains of them.

Don't forget who you're talking to.

Where is she?

The settlement in Raccoon City.

Our informant reports
that she's preparing for a fight.

Good.

I'll be there in the hour.

That's it, keep moving!

We need all the gasoline cans over there.

- Over here!
- On my way!

- Claire said you built this.
- Yeah, that's right.

This used to be a window washer.

- I made a couple of changes.
- Where'd you learn to do that?

My father used to run a chop shop.
I hated it.

Who knew?
I guess I was paying attention after all.

Good, because I'm gonna need you
to make a few more changes

to this thing.

Ready the weapons.

High-explosive rounds.

No survivors.

He's here.

They're coming!

Close the gates!

My God.

It's an army.

- What are we gonna do?
- Yeah.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna kill every last one of them.

Prepare to fire!

Get ready.

- Light her up!
- Up top.

- Fire!
- Fire!

- Damn her.
- Reload.

Close it up. Full stop.

Release the bait.

There's a survivor.

- Open the gate.
- Open the gate!

Open fire!

Keep them off her.

Marker two.

- Fire!
- Fire!

Claire, Doc, get out there. Bring her in.

Come on.

Wait.

She's almost there.

Fire.

Damn you.

Close the gate now.

Claire, they've breached the gate.

Claire!

Fire.

Razor, now!

Right! You heard her!

Now, push!

Move!

Abandon the gate.
Pull back to the barricades.

Looks like she's out of tricks.

Target the roof.

Everybody get down!

Now!

Alice, we're at the barricades.

Claire, you have to hold them there.

Come on!

Doc!

- Alice, we can't hold on much longer.
- Get out of there now.

Back up.

Now!

Bring all guns to bear.

Fire.

Where is she?

Where did she go?

Find her.

Close the vents now!

Don't shoot.

You're fast.

But you're not too smart.

No. Don't shoot, please.

- Where is he?
- That way.

- Save your ammo.
- There's too many of these things

still out here.

I'll take care of it.

No.

Move out.

Let's go!

Enjoy the ride.

- Guys?
- Go.

There's something here you gotta see.

Two more armies of undead
headed straight for us.

There, on the horizon.

And a second over there.

We're out of gasoline. We're defenseless.

We have to make it to the Hive.

- It's our only chance now.
- I'm coming with you.

- Count me in.
- Me, too.

And me.

So I was wrong about you. Blow me.

We know where you're going.

Into the pit.

We wanna come.

Please.

Grab some gear.

You're gonna need it.

- There.
- What is it?

The part of the Hive exposed by the blast.

That's our way in.

Let's move!

I'll take point.

Activate security measures now.

Hive security fully
activated and automated.

No. Disengage automation.

I'll handle the defenses myself.

The defenses would be more efficient

if I retained control of them.

Really?

I seem to remember last time she was here,
she walked out alive.

I don't intend to make that same mistake.

As you wish.
Hive defenses are now in your hands.

Unleash the Cerberus.

Cerberus are in play...
Are in play... Are in play...

You have someone before all this?

Husband? Family?

I can't remember.

How is that possible?

I woke up just when all this was starting.

I can't recall much before that.

Sometimes I feel like
this has been my whole life.

Running,

killing.

What is it?

Something's stalking us.

Are you sure?

This is what I do.

Run.

Run fast!

Come on!

Is everyone okay?

It's this way!

Right behind us!

Why did they stop?

Maybe they're scared.

Scared of what?

Whatever's down there.

Seal the Hive.

Let's go.

Alice!

Hey. You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- My mag's half empty.
- Lost my guns at the lake.

I only got one round left.

- One spare mag, and then I'm out.
- No guns, no ammo.

What the hell are we gonna do down here?

Alice, what's with the lights?

This part of the Hive is damaged.

- The power's erratic.
- Here, take this.

Hey. Look.

You asked
why I would turn against Umbrella,

and I promised you an answer.

Soon after the T-virus was released,

a secret file was uploaded
to my data stream.

It was a recording of a meeting
of the Umbrella high command

dated 17 months
before the viral outbreak occurred.

We're here today

not just to talk about
the future of this company.

We're here to talk about its destiny.

We're here to talk about
the end of the world.

We stand on the brink of Armageddon.

Diseases for which we have no cure.

Fundamentalist states
who call for our destruction.

Nuclear powers
over which we have no control.

And even if we navigate
these dangerous waters,

we face other,
even more inevitable threats.

Global warming will melt the polar ice caps
within 80 years,

flooding 90% of all
habitable areas on Earth.

Unchecked population growth

will overtake food production
in less than 50 years,

leading to famine and war.

This is not conjecture. This is fact.

One way or another,

our world is coming to an end.

Now, the question is, will we end with it?

What do you propose?

I propose that we end the world,

but on our terms.

An orchestrated apocalypse,

one that will cleanse the Earth
of its population,

but leave its infrastructure
and resources intact.

It's been done once before...

...with great success.

The chosen few will ride out the storm,

not in an Ark, as in the book of Genesis,

but in safety, underground.

And when it's over, we will emerge

onto a cleansed Earth,
one that we can then reboot

in our image.

And just how do you intend to achieve this?

The means of our salvation
are already at hand.

I give to you

the T-virus.

They released it deliberately.

When this recording
was uploaded to my data stream,

it created a conflict in my programming.

I was created to serve
the Umbrella Corporation,

but I was also programmed
to value human life.

Dr. Isaacs allowed the virus to escape.

He murdered over 7 billion people.

My programming will not allow me to harm
an employee of the Umbrella Corporation.

I am powerless to stop Dr. Isaacs,
but you are not.

In 37 minutes,

the last of the human
settlements will fall.

There will be no survivors.

It is imperative you release the antivirus
before this occurs,

or Umbrella will have won.

There is one last thing.

There is an earpiece in front of you.

Put it in.

I cannot, through my actions,

harm an employee
of the Umbrella Corporation,

but I can tell you
that Umbrella had an informant

in Raccoon City.

It is highly likely that this person
is now here with you.

Time is running out, Alice.

You have to hurry.

We're glad to see you, Dr. Isaacs.

We didn't think there were any survivors

- after the last attack.
- Water.

Yes, of course. Get Dr. Isaacs some water.

Then resume course for Raccoon City.

- She's not there.
- What?

She went to the pit. We have to follow.

- Those are not my orders.
- We have to go to the pit.

I have strict orders...

Thank you.

What is this place?

It's an air intake for the Hive. Come on!

No. Really?

All clear!

Hurry up! The power's coming back on!

- Claire!
- Hurry! Let's go!

Claire!

Come on!

- Come on!
- I can't!

Shit!

Okay.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Someone's watching us.

Reverse polarity of the turbine.

The blades are going the other way.

We have to get out of here.

The blades are sucking the air backwards!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

No!

It's this way.

We have to hurry.

Wait!

Let's go.

Razor?

You okay?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Hey!

Hey!

What the hell is that?

Bioweapon. It was once human.

- Have you seen Claire?
- No.

Razor?

He didn't make it.

Come on. We have to hurry.

If the target continues
on her present course,

she'll be here in under seven minutes.

Wake them.

My instructions are to do so

only in the greatest of emergencies.

Wake them now.

What is it?

We have to get out of here.

Here. More stopping power.

Time's running out.

Where to next?

The final level of the Hive's below us.

How do we get down there?

Like so.

What are they?

Cryogenic storage.

Must be thousands of them.

The Umbrella high command,

waiting out the apocalypse in safety.

A Noah's Ark for the rich

and powerful.

What are you doing?

Give me a hand.

Is it done?
The cleansing process is complete?

- No.
- Then why am I awake?

We had a problem.

- I tried...
- Save your breath.

I know exactly what's happening.

We've been betrayed.

That's right!

Over here!

Come on! That's it!

Follow me!

Let's go.

The bad seed returns.

Or is it the prodigal daughter?

Well, don't just stand there. Come in.

After all, you have only
nine minutes to save the world.

- You're really him?
- First things first.

I'm gonna need you to place your weapons
on the floor.

Why would I want to do that?

This is what you're after, yes?

The antivirus.

The cure to all this.

Well, there's only one vial.

And we're a half a mile underground
in a sealed facility.

I drop it here, the antivirus goes nowhere,

and your hopeless dreams

will die sooner rather than later.

Good girl.

- You're still armed.
- Yes,

- I am.
- Claire would be so disappointed.

In a few minutes, Claire will be dead,

along with everybody else you know.

That's sweet.

Sorry.

My love.

Move away from the weapon.

And the detonator.

Come on.

She placed explosives
in the high command cryo-tubes.

I'll disarm them.

Thank you. You've done well, Doc.

Don't bother.

You don't make it

to the ice pick,

the decanter

or the fountain pen.

And in answer to your question, yes,

apart from a few technological upgrades,

I'm Dr. Alexander Roland Isaacs.

- The original.
- The one I met out there,

he thought exactly the same thing.

Well, of course he did.
That's how they're designed.

They always try harder and fight longer,

even to the death,

as long as they think
they're the real thing.

After all, who wants to know
they're just a poor imitation,

a worthless copy?

Which brings us to you.

- No.
- Come now.

You thought you were the original?

How delicious.

No, I'm afraid she holds
that dubious honor.

Alicia Marcus,

daughter of my old partner, James,

co-owner of the Umbrella Corporation

and a painful thorn in my side.

One I now intend to remove.

Time is running out.

Alice, you must kill him soon.

It's good to see you, too, Alicia.

Marcus created the T-virus to save her,

but the effects didn't last.

But I have been waiting
years for her to die.

I'm not...

I'm not a clone.

Really?

You must have wondered

why you remember
nothing of your childhood.

Your father, your mother...

Memory loss.

No.

You have no memory
because you had no life,

nothing before the mansion,

when we created you 10 years ago.

I know who I am.

I don't think so.

You're nothing more than a puppet
whose strings were cut

and then you wandered around
for a little while

thinking you were a real girl,
but you're not.

You're just a clever
imitation, a facsimile.

A rather troublesome one, at that.

You're lying to me.

I'm afraid he's not.

You were created in her image, as was I.

My likeness and voice
were based on childhood recordings

of Alicia Marcus, made by her father.

Your genetic structure is based on her DNA,

tweaked to avoid the Progeria aging disease

that afflicted her.

I'm the child she was.

You are the woman she would have been.

No.

You are so much better

than I ever could be.

I let this happen.

I was weak.

You cannot afford to be.

Time is running out, Alice.

How touching.

The trinity of bitches,
united in their hatred.

Not that it will do you any good.

I've been ahead of you
every step of the way.

You've changed nothing.

You've saved no one.

The world will still be cleansed,

and the Umbrella Corporation will triumph.

The only difference is,
I'll no longer have to listen

to your self-righteous whining.

When you uploaded that file
to the Red Queen's data stream,

you turned against the corporation.

When the rest of the board awake,
you will be replaced,

and I will assume complete control.

I still own 50% of this company.

And what do you intend to do with that?

You are co-owner of this corporation,

but Wesker...

Wesker is still an employee.

I don't have to take your orders.

- My loyalties are with him.
- I know.

Albert Wesker,

you're fired.

How did you know it was me?

You're still alive.

Hey, please. It wasn't like I had a choice.

They made me do it.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you.

Claire, it's me.

Sorry.

- Please.
- My love.

No, no, no!

If you keep this trigger depressed,

you keep Umbrella's dreams alive.

I should have killed you in Washington.

Yeah.

He only has to evade you
for another few minutes,

and the last remaining
human outposts will fall.

We need an intercept path
and the fastest way to the surface.

Already done.

If you release the antivirus,

it will kill all organisms
infected with the T-virus.

You know what that means, don't you?

For you?

- I know.
- Alice, you can't.

I don't have a choice.

There has to be another way.

You know there isn't.

Four minutes and 33 seconds left.

You have to hurry.

Help me.

You don't need help, Wesker.

You're dying.

Just get on with it.

This is Dr. Alexander Roland Isaacs.

Confirm DNA scan
and voice print identification.

Identity confirmed.

Confirm security override 4365.

Override confirmed.

You will now take yourself offline

and place all functions
under my sole control.

As you wish. Shutting down now.

Dr. Isaacs.

- You and the Umbrella high command...
- Yes?

You are all going to die down here.

Your little friend
won't be able to help you now.

And you can't run anymore.

I wasn't running.

Is that all you got?

'Cause if it is,

I'm gonna have to kill you.

We've played a long game, you and I,

but now it's over.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I made you.

Yeah.

Big mistake.

Claire.

Go. While there's still time.

Go. I'll be right behind you.

Your time's up.

Alice!

I brought them here.
I brought them for you.

What the hell are you?

I'm you, you idiot.

No.

No.

No, that's not possible.

The real you.

No.

Liar! Abomination!

You dirty, filthy clone!

I'm me. He's not me.

You did it, Alice.

Alice.

You did it.

Why am I still alive?

I don't know.

- What happened?
- When Isaacs died,

I could bring myself back online

and stop the attacks
on the remaining human settlements.

You saved them.

- Why am I still alive?
- The antivirus

only destroyed the T-virus
within your body.

It didn't harm the healthy cells.

You are now free of infection.

I thought I would die.

You and Alicia, you lied to me.

We had to know if you were willing
to make the sacrifice,

to give up your life for others.

This was something no one at Umbrella
would have done.

Alicia Marcus was right about you.

You were better than all of them.

I was one of them.

I was created by Umbrella,
just an instrument for them.

No. You became something more
than they could ever have anticipated.

The clone became more human
than they ever could be.

And you have one more step to make.

What do you mean?

Before she died,

Alicia downloaded her memories

for you.

The childhood you never had

combined with the woman
she could never become.

When the T-virus spread across the Earth,

it did so at the speed of the modern world,

carried by jetliners across the globe.

The antivirus is airborne,
spread by the winds.

It could take years for it to reach
every corner of the Earth.

Until then, my work is not done.

My name is Alice.

You are all going to die down here.