Original subtitles

[logo chimes]

- Stop stop, stop.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

[tense music]

No!

[grunting]

Stop!

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Stop.

[whimpering]

Ten. Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Stop! Stop!

Ah!

[tense music continues]

[groaning]

Ah!

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

- I see you.

Hey, dad.

- Jay

Water the plants.

They're all gonna die, right?

- It's early.

Everything good?

Olivia, sweetheart.

Come.

Go wait inside.

I'll be there. Okay

- Your mother's sick.

- Is it bad?

- She'll be fine.

[sighs]

- I'll open the store today, alright?

You look after mom.

[water running]

[eerie music]

[retching]

[kettle boiling]

[cereal rattling] [siren wailing]

Let's finish up love. Come on, we gotta go.

I can't.

You could just talk to me, Olivia.

Please.

[eerie music]

It's okay.

It's okay, come on, finish up.

Let's go.

[school bell rings]

Come on, you're late.

Kid still bothering you?

I could talk to your teacher.

Okay,

but you got to stand up for yourself then, Olivia.

[eerie music continues]

[music intensifies]

[eerie music]

[siren wailing]

[Radio presenter] What's on your mind, friend?

[Man] Refugees, Bert.

This crazy scabies outbreak.

God knows what else they brought over.

[Bert] Refugees built this country, pal.

Next caller.

[train horn honks]

[Man 2] Social media is the culprit.

[Bert] How's that, Fred?

[Fred] Ice challenge.

Fire challenge.

And now scratch challenge?

What the hell is the itch, anyway?

People mutilating themselves for attention.

It's sick.

What's next, a suicide challenge?

[static on radio]

[Newsreader] New Yorkers protest

as violent attacks by the homeless

and refugee populations continue to rise.

- Hey, man, come on, you got to find another spot.

[coins jingling]

You need anything you come to me in the store.

But you find another spot.

Hey, Lisa.

- You're back?

Shit. I mean.

- Jay.

- Miguel.

- I'm just here for my money.

- What?

- You owe me a month's pay.

- What are you talking about?

- I got nothing, nothing

- You high or something?

- No.

Look, you will not be doing this to me if I on the books.

I'm going back to Mexico.

I need my money.

- I don't know what you're talking about, man.

- I'm a God-fearing man.

And you're forcing my hand.

- Threatening me?

[train rattling]

- Your dad fired him.

- Why?

Fuck!

[tense music]

[shutter rattling]

[tense music continues]

[Monica laughs]

[horn sounding]

[lift whirring]

[mysterious music]

Toss it down.

[Woman] You people are robbing us.

[Lisa] You people?

[Woman] It's so hot in here. It's making me itch.

- What? She's acting crazy.

- Yeah, but you can't argue with the customers.

- Don't boss me around. You're not your dad.

- I'm not trying to be.

- Yeah, whatever.

- Can I use your restroom?

Something bit me.

[tense music]

- What are you doing?

- I think something's biting me!

- Hey, lady, stop!

You're hurting yourself, stop!

- I feel like I'm on fire!

[screams]

- Stop, stop! What are you doing?

Stop! You're hurting yourself!

Stop!

Call the cops! Call the cops!

Yeah, she thought something was biting her.

Said the itch was unbearable.

- Itch?

- Itch, yeah.

[siren wailing]

- I got another one.

Female. mid-thirties, taken to Jamaica Hospital.

Symptoms of itch with violent scratching.

- What's up?

- At first we thought it was prank calls,

some kind of social media stunt, you know?

But this itch thing is real.

Something's going around.

- Like what?

- Well, they never tell us the whole story.

Look, I gotta follow up on this.

Just be careful.

Stay away from weirdos.

Let's go.

- It's New York, man.

Fucking weirdos everywhere.

[sirens wailing]

[phone vibrating]

Hey, dad.

[Dad] Lisa told me what happened.

Was it, a junky?

- Well, maybe, uh, she looked sick, Dad.

[Dad] Hey, everybody's got

something wrong with them these days.

- Dad,

You fired Miguel?

[Dad] He was stealing.

- You're sure?

[Dad] Those Bible-thumpers.

They always sneak up on you.

[Mom coughing]

- He said something about owing him pay.

[Dad] He's lucky I didn't press charges.

[Mom coughing]

- You know, mom doesn't sound good.

The cops, they said something's going around.

You should call the doctor.

[Dad] What the hell do they know?

It's probably just a bug.

It'll pass.

[eerie music]

[water running]

[eerie music continues]

- You have to protect our daughter.

Raise her right.

Don't let her forget about me.

- I can't do it alone.

[tense music]

[sirens wailing]

Hello?

[Woman] Is this the parent of Olivia Kang?

- Is she okay?

[Woman] Yes, but you need to pick her up.

- Why?

[Woman] She bit another child, sir.

- Why would she do that?

[Woman] We don't know, she won't speak.

- I'll be there.

Olivia bit some kid.

- Maybe they deserved it.

- I gotta get her.

- Go, it's not busy, I'll be fine.

- Thanks.

You can't just bite people.

Olivia, I cannot help you if you don't talk to me.

[Olivia humming]

- You hum, but you don't talk.

[Olivia humming]

Don't.

Don't.

[Olivia humming]

[Olivia humming]

Five. Four.

Three. Two. One.

[exhales]

I told you, I cannot do this by myself.

Fine.

Let's go.

[gentle music]

She was a better listener than me.

Go ahead.

Talk to your mom.

[birds singing]

[mysterious music]

[paper tearing]

You're gonna destroy a force like that, Olivia.

[Newsreader] The incidence of a violent,

bizarre behaviour spike across the Tri-State area

as local hospitals overwhelmed

by severe self-inflicted injuries.

Hospitals are overwhelmed by severe self-inflicted injuries.

[Man] Self-inflicted injuries.

Taking a quick look at our airports,

JFK and LaGuardia have grounded all flights

as DHS issues a severe terror attack alert.

Expect gridlock traffic on all major roads.

[eerie music]

- Can I get some help here?

I need to see that blender.

How much?

- 39.99.

- It's 29.99 on Amazon.

- Come on, man, it's almost closing time.

- Wow. Seriously?

{Woman] You!

Empty the register!

Put the shutter down.

Oh my God, hurry up!

[suspenseful music]

Who else is here?

Don't fucking move!

Get away from the phone!

We just want the money. Nobody gets hurt.

[Lisa] Oh my God!

Put the money in the bag now!

[register rings]

Quick!

The safe.

- You got the money.

- I swear I'll shoot this bitch.

[suspenseful music continues]

Just stand and go with him.

Hurry up!

Come on, lock the door.

[suspenseful music continues]

- It's not fucking opening.

- there must be a way!

- Miguel!

What the fuck are you doing?

- You did this.

Why are you not giving me my money?

- Just take whatever you want and just go.

Please just go.

I won't say anything.

[gunshot]

Are you okay?

I need you to do something for me.

I want you to go downstairs and hide.

Can you do that for me?

Yes? Okay, good.

Take this.

Take this.

If anything happens,

you press this button and I'm gonna come get you, okay?

Take it, take it, take it.

I love you.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

[suspenseful music continues]

[Woman] The kid, where's the kid?

Where's the fucking kid?

Kid?

[suspenseful music continues]

Oh, God.

Fuck!

- Shit!

[Jay] Lisa!

[Lisa gasping]

I need to check on her.

- The fucking kid bit me.

- I gotta check on her.

- The gun just went off.

- I gotta, I gotta, - It just went off!

- I gotta check on her.

[Lisa grunting]

God.

[Lisa] No!

Push down, hard as you can.

Push down, hard as you can!

- Oh, Lord, please don't let her die.

- Miguel?

Oh!

- We gotta stop the bleeding.

[suspenseful music continues]

[Lisa groaning]

[Lisa groaning] [siren wailing]

- I don't want to die.

[indistinct chatter on police radio]

[banging on door]

[tense music]

[Police] Anyone here?

[banging on door]

[indistinct chatter on police radio]

- This is so fucked.

- Miguel, she needs help.

- This is not supposed to happen.

- We need to get the hell out of here.

- Front is the only way out.

We're trapped.

[tense music continues]

- No!

[Police] Ah!

[Policeman screaming]

[Policeman groaning]

[speaking Spanish]

- Uh, excuse me.

- You're the bitch who called the pigs.

- You really need to hear this.

[Woman on radio] Full closure from 12 p.m.

following multiple deadly outbreaks of the so-called Itch

across the nation.

The main symptom is the uncontrollable urge

to fatally scratch self and others.

Stay indoors.

Full lockdown.

[tense music]

- Is this some... this some kind of trick, right?

- Hey, calm down.

- I'm calm!

- Does that look like a trick to you?

Go ahead.

Shoot me too.

[speaking Spanish]

- Don't fucking move!

Don't move!

[speaking Spanish]

- You.

What's your name?

- Henry.

- Henry?

go to the hardware section.

ZIP ties and duct tape.

Move!

[tense music continues]

What the fuck were you thinking?

[tape ripping]

[siren wailing]

- I'm sorry, but you

- I don't give a shit.

Listen to this.

[Woman on radio] All emergency operations suspended.

individuals exhibiting erratic behaviour

and unable to stop scratching within 10s

will be considered a threat to public safety

and dealt with deadly force.

Stay indoors.

Repeat. Stay indoors.

- This is nuts.

- Yeah.

Keep an eye on him.

- Okay sweetie?

- Just cramps.

- How far along are you?

- Fuck you.

[tense music]

[Lisa coughing]

- I'm trying to get you help.

[glass smashing] [people shouting]

[tense music continues]

Wait here.

[alarm wailing]

- Yo! What is that?

What the hell is that?

Hey, hey!

- Stop!

[tense music]

Stop!

Stop!

[flesh squelching]

[gun cocks]

[growling]

Please, stop!

Stop!

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

[eerie music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Sophia.

Are you okay?

I'm here for you, baby.

I'm here for you, come here.

Oh my God!

[breathing heavily]

Keep your eyes closed, sweetie, keep your eyes closed.

Keep on me, keep on me.

Keep on me.

Eyes closed.

[tense music]

Eyes closed.

Eyes closed, eyes closed.

I need you to stay here, okay?

I know you're scared, but I'm gonna be back.

[banging on shutter]

Hold on to this, hold on.

I'm gonna be back, I promise.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sirens wailing]

- What the hell is going on?

[Jay] Where's Henry?

- He tried to leave but he can't open the shutter.

He ran upstairs.

Untie us, please.

Come on, man.

[tense music]

[helicopter blades whirring]

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

[dramatic music]

Henry?

- What's happening?

- I don't know.

Please.

Don't.

I'm sorry, I just freaked out.

I'm not a violent person.

[axe clatters]

Is your daughter okay?

- Yeah.

- I need to pee.

- All yours.

[Man] This itch thing ain't real, people.

Just more liberal bullshit.

[Man 2] What the fuck is happening to my skin?

This fucking rash is so itchy, I can't stop scratching.

[Woman] I scratched the skin off my face.

Oh my God.

I'm gonna kill myself.

It feels like I'm on fire.

Oh my God!

- All right.

Come on, Dad.

[phone ringing]

[exhales]

Come on,

pick up.

Fuck!

- Tell us what is happening.

- It's a chemical attack, what else?

- Don't be stupid.

[Henry] What do you know?

- How do we know none of us got it?

- Uncontrollable itch.

Erratic, aggressive behaviour.

Kind of like how you've been acting.

- I don't have an itch, asshole.

- Hey.

Lisa is dying.

We got to get her help.

- Who put you in charge?

- My store. My rules.

- What happened in basement?

- The trap door was open.

Some people got in.

- Were they? - Infected?

- Yeah.

[Henry] We're exposed.

- They're dead.

Just don't go downstairs.

- This is not happening.

- Henry,

we need to stay calm

and work together.

Can you do that?

- Yeah.

- Please untie us.

Okay, my niece, she's pregnant.

Please. I know we make a mistake,

but like you say, we have to work together.

Right, Gabby?

- Yeah.

- No more mistakes.

[tense music]

[Lisa groans]

- He, uh...

he...

he wasn't.

He wasn't stealing.

It was me.

[Jay] Why?

- I never did nothing to you.

- Can you forgive me?

- God, tell me to forgive, but look at what happened.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh.

I don't know how to help her, man.

- She probably has internal bleeding.

- You a doctor now?

- My partner, he works in the ER.

Why'd you shoot her?

- This isn't my fault.

[Jay] And why is that?

- 'Cause your kid bit me, all right.

- So it's my kid's fault now.

[speaking Spanish]

- Hey, she did not mean that.

We were not supposed to have a gun anyway, right?

- I didn't mean to shoot her.

It just went off.

- Guns tend to do that.

- Okay, can we get the hell out of here now?

[tense music]

[gunshot]

[Man on radio] Get off the street.

- I'll be back for you.

[Man on radio] Stop scratching.

We will shoot.

[gunshot]

- Maybe we wait a bit.

- It's some kind of regenerative parasite.

- Qué

- That means it regenerates.

- This is the work of the devil.

- Are you tired?

Let's rest.

Clear our heads.

I'll figure out what to do later.

- It's okay if we take some supplies?

- Take what you need.

- Gracias.

We settle upstairs.

- We'll take shifts with Lisa, Okay?

- I'll just be in the back.

- If that girl dies, they'll blame us.

We need to do something.

- You've done enough.

Why do you have a gun?

What are you going to do?

I'm tired of people walking all over us.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

- This earth is not for the weak.

[speaking Spanish]

[Miguel sighs]

[gentle music]

- 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

- What, baby?

Lisa?

No, of course not.

But, uh,

why are you biting people?

And you're okay?

Nothing's itchy.

You sure?

[Jay sighs]

People are sick, baby.

I don't think so.

Hey. Hey.

Don't be scared.

I'm gonna protect you, okay?

Grandpa.

Pick up dad, pick up.

Pick up.

Oh, dad!

Dad, put your video on, I can't see you.

- Olivia?

- We're in the store, Dad, she's here with me.

We're locked up in the store.

We're okay.

- That's the face of an angel.

Good thing she took after your mom's side.

Listen, this will all be over soon.

Sweetie, now you...

You stay close to your father.

He needs you.

[sobbing]

Your grandmother and me, we...

will always love you.

Let me talk to your father now, dear.

- Hang on dad, hang on.

Sweetheart.

Why don't you lie down, okay?

I want to talk to you, grandpa.

[tense music]

What the hell's happening, dad?

- I wish I had an answer.

- And Mom, how's mom?

There's enough food and water

in the store to last a few months.

- Put mom on, dad.

- She's in a real bad way, son.

40 years together.

She didn't even know who I am anymore.

[sighs]

I can't see her like this.

She's in agony.

I have to...

- You have to what, dad?

You have to what, dad?

I'm coming to you.

- No. No!

You don't leave that store until it's safe.

- I can't just leave you there.

- I have it.

- You can't be sure, dad.

[tense music]

No! No!

- You protect that child, no matter what.

You understand me?

- I do, I do, I do.

- Shame it had to end this way.

- Don't say that.

Wait it out.

Maybe it'll pass.

It'll pass, dad, it'll pass.

Wait it out, please.

- I love you, son.

- I love you too, dad.

I love you too.

- I understand your pain now.

- Dad? [call ends]

Dad!

[Jay sobs]

[siren wails]

It's okay.

Come here baby.

I love you.

I promise I'm okay.

You're okay.

Let me show you something.

Remember grandpa's birthday?

Me too.

[gentle music]

Look at that.

Yeah, yeah, if he's 64, I'm 24.

- Uh oh.

- Am I 24?

- No! - Yeah.

- 24. - Ah, you can't tell my age.

- Oh my God, I'm 41?

Guys, you must be like 90s.

Yeah, you must be like 90.

All right. let's blow these candles out.

[clapping]

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to grandpa ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[tense music]

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five. Four.

Three. Two.

One.

[gentle music]

[Jay sighs]

Everyone around me is dying.

I can't seem to do a fucking thing about it.

- You're trying.

And that counts for something.

[loud banging]

[banging continues]

[banging on shutter]

[tense music]

- Impossible.

Fucking impossible.

[music intensifies]

[banging on shutter]

[gentle music]

[banging on shutter]

[banging on shutter]

No.

- What?

- Look.

[Miguel speaking Spanish]

He was dead.

Imitation is the devil's work.

- The body's downstairs.

- I thought you said they were dead.

- So was he.

[tense music]

- I'm not going down there.

- I'll go with you.

- Take care of my daughter, please.

- That I can do.

- Let's go.

Put this on you.

[bell tolls]

- What are we gonna do?

- Cut his fucking head off.

- Hell, no! That is sacrilege.

[dramatic music]

[axe thudding]

[gunshot]

[flesh squelching]

[Miguel panting]

[creaking]

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[hammer blow]

[Gabi panting]

[mystical music]

[liquid sizzling]

- Were you scratched?

- You okay?

- Fine.

For what it's worth, I never believed you were stealing.

- How they say? Damage is done.

My niece is not an evil person, you know.

Her parents died when she was young.

So I bring her to America with me.

She have a tough life here.

Her boss got her pregnant,

and then he said killed the baby.

And she say no.

A lawyer say we can't do nothing.

When I lose my job here, she just explodes, man.

This country has been hard on us.

- Damage is done.

- I did not know she had a gun.

[gentle music]

- Something for the pain.

- Thank you.

Who knows what would have happened if you didn't step up.

[Gabi scoffs]

- I've dealt with worse.

- Were you scratched?

- No.

Why?

- Maybe that's how it spreads.

- Hey, guys!

Come quick!

[tense music]

- Why'd you bite me? Why did you bite me?

Why did you bite me?

Why did you bite me? Answer me now.

Answer me now! Don't she talk?

Doesn't she talk?

Did she bite me? Tell me why did she bite me?

I'm not a killer.

I'm not a killer. [speaking Spanish]

- Miguel, get her out of my sight, man.

- Get her out?

Calma.

[tense music continues]

- Jay?

I'm sorry about Gabi,

but she did not mean to scare you a little girl.

- You're doing a lot of apologising for her.

I would do anything to protect my child.

Make sure you all understand that.

[sighs] You okay?

- Yeah.

Your niece, she got my blood flowing.

- She's good at that.

Differences aside, Lisa was a Catholic.

We need to do the right thing.

[suspenseful music]

Lord, we are gathered here in sorrow to mourn our loss.

Yet we rejoice that our friend

will no longer have to experience pain

or sickness ever again.

We thank you for her transition into a new and better life.

Amen.

- Really?

- Don't you believe in anything?

- Science.

It could have saved her.

- Well, then tell us what is happening here.

- Whatever it is, I'm sure that we did it.

Not some devil.

- Please just shut up, okay?

[pulsing music]

I did this.

And I'll be judged for it.

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

This is not your fault.

It's mine.

I lost my mom and dad when I was your age.

And I've been angry at the whole world.

And I couldn't see all the good people around me.

So I hope you can forgive me.

And maybe we can be friends.

Thank you.

- Pretty soon, the body's gonna start to stink.

What?

- Jesus Christ.

- Sweetheart, why don't you go colour in the room, okay?

Come on.

He's right.

We can't just leave her here.

There's a spare room in the basement.

Come on, hustle to it.

- It's about time you pull your own weight.

[Henry scoffs]

[dramatic music]

[Henry shouting]

- Do something!

- Miguel! Get the hatchet!

Get the hatchet, Miguel!

[music intensifies]

- How's that for pulling my weight?

[eerie music]

[liquid fizzes]

- How'd she get it?

- Who knows, man? Maybe she had it already.

- Hey,

were you scratched?

- No.

But it was close.

Mind if I get a new shirt?

- No.

Go ahead.

- Any second I wake up from this nightmare,

and maybe this is hell on earth.

Judgement.

- Judgement?

This is reality.

You got to accept it.

- What are we gonna do?

- Survive. Adapt.

- There's got to be more to life than that.

- Like what?

- Like your daughter.

Family.

Hope.

I don't see my wife and son in five years.

Jump the border right before he was born.

- I didn't even know you had a son.

- Easier not to talk about it.

I tell myself I work in America

to give them a good life in Mexico.

Life doesn't agree.

And maybe I never see them again.

- Are they okay?

- I don't know.

I...

[sighs[

I wish I never come to this country.

A man need to be with his family.

[gentle music]

- We're in this together

and we all have someone that needs us.

Let's not lose hope.

- Gracias, amigo.

[Gabi] Thank you.

- That's it.

[explosion booms]

[plays music on phone]

- Service never really hit the spot.

[sighs]

- Hold that thought.

- Try this, ladies.

- Mm.

Five months.

- What's that?

- You asked me how far along I am.

Five months and 12 days, actually.

- Oh, it hardly shows.

[speaking Spanish]

- My dad, um,

he's always working,

so he kept a bottle

for every special occasion.

And, um.

This is special.

- What about you, hermano?

- No more.

I've, uh. I've had my fair share.

To family.

- Family.

- You okay, friend?

- We used to have dinner like this when I was young,

until I came out.

Then everything changed.

I missed that feeling of togetherness,

of having a home to go back to.

One day I'll have that again.

To family and friends.

[All] To family and friends.

- Peepies?

- I can take her.

Let's go freshen up, little lady.

- She hasn't said a word

since her mother passed.

- I'm sure she'll speak when she's ready.

I always dreamed of having a daughter.

- You're a lucky man.

[sombre music]

- Yeah, after Olivia was born,

Monica and I, we just drifted apart.

The fights started and...

Yeah.

I, uh.

I betrayed her.

We agreed to separate,

but then she got cancer.

I watched her suffer.

The guilt, it's just the fucking guilt.

The guilt it just drove me mad, man.

Mad.

And I...

drank it away.

Along with any responsibilities.

Especially to that little girl.

I, uh, I had everything.

I fucked it all up.

- You know you could still be a good father.

And not everyone gets a second chance, no?

Salud.

[sirens blaring]

[glass breaking]

This noise is hell.

Put the music back on.

- No signal.

- Prepaid. No credit.

[Voice on radio] All communications

have been disabled to protect against foreign threat.

Quarantine strictly enforced for all civilians.

Martial law is in effect.

Itch is the primary sign of infection.

And scratching increases the spread.

All communications have been disabled.

- See? It was an attack.

Like Lyme disease and bioweapons experiment.

- Lyme's been around forever.

It's an urban myth.

- They keep us down with all the poison in the water.

- Poison? - Fluoride.

[dramatic music]

- Just, enough.

[tense music]

You okay, friend?

- Yeah, what?

I scratch when I'm nervous, okay?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 1, 8, 9,10, see?

I passed the stupid test.

[screams]

[dramatic music]

[Henry grunting]

- Are you okay?

Did she hurt you?

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

- Gabby. Gabby. Que pasa?

[speaking Spanish]

[dramatic music continues]

Help us. Please!

Help us.

She's burning up.

Could be sepsis.

- How bad is it?

- She'll die without antibiotics.

- There's a pharmacy down the block.

- It's too risky.

- Look, I have to try.

She's like a daughter to me.

- We can't let him go down there.

[Miguel] I cannot let her die.

You understand, don't you, Jay?

[eerie music]

- We've got to save her.

We've got to save her.

[tense music]

- If we survive this.

You say I'm the one who should listen.

- That doesn't matter anymore.

- You give me your word.

- Okay.

- And remember.

Antibiotics.

[tense music continues]

[shutter rattling]

[sirens wailing]

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

It's just a little hot, that's all.

- Take a breather.

I can keep an eye out.

[suspenseful music]

Ten.

- Six.

Five. Four.

Three. Two.

[Henry] Jay?

What?

- I need to use the bathroom.

- Is something wrong?

- Like you said, it's hot in here.

- Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

[liquid sloshing]

- Ah!

[grunting]

[gasping]

Fuck.

No no.

No no.

[tense music]

[flesh squelching]

Fuck!

[grunting]

Oh fuck!

Ow!

[flesh squelching]

Oh fuck!

- Henry!

[tense music]

Henry?

Henry!

Henry?

[hand thuds]

You're sick.

- I don't want to hurt anyone.

Help me!

Please.

- How?

- Lock me in here.

Maybe it'll get better.

[Jay sighs]

- I can't take that chance, Henry.

[eerie music]

- I understand.

You have to protect your daughter.

I'd like to think I would have made a good father.

- Fuck.

I'm sorry it turned out this way.

Henry?

Henry?

Say something, Henry.

Henry.

Come on, man, say something.

[dramatic music]

[combatants grunting]

[dramatic music continues]

[axe thuds]

- Go upstairs, now.

[brooding music]

[axe thudding] [Jay grunting]

[water running]

[eerie music]

Come on, wake up.

It's not happening.

[groans]

[shutter bangs]

[breathing heavily]

[Miguel] I got it!

Let me in! Come on!

[banging on shutter] Let me in!

- Fine.

[Miguel] Come on!

- Will you wait in the office, okay?

Go!

[shutter rattling]

- Get the door.

Open the door!

- What took so long?

- Come on, she needs the pills.

- Hand me the gun.

- Come on. She's gonna die.

- Are you sure you're not sick?

- Look, I don't have any itch.

- Show me your arms.

- Okay?

Here, here.

Take it.

Okay, just give her the medicine.

- Get back.

- Just give her the medicine.

Give her the medicine.

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

[glass breaking]

- What's happening out there?

- They're shooting everyone they see.

It's hell out here.

[gunfire]

Where is Henry?

- Sick.

He attacked me.

And then I...

- You did what you had to.

Are you sick?

What are you gonna do?

[suspenseful music continues]

What are you gonna do?

- Take this, baby.

It's okay.

It's gonna help you sleep.

[gentle music]

I can't stay with you anymore.

Cause I'm sick.

You saved my life, you know that.

And you know you're gonna be okay.

You know why?

Because you're brave

like your mom.

You hold on to these memories for me.

Lie down, baby.

It's okay.

Close your eyes.

I love you.

- I love you too, daddy.

- Oh.

The voice of an angel.

[tense music]

[flesh squelching]

[dramatic music]

[Gabi grunting]

[Jay grunting]

[Jay breathing heavily]

[tense music]

- Oh fuck.

Shit!

[mystical music]

Five.

Four,

Three.

Two.

One.

- God has forsaken us all.

- Let me see, Gabi.

Please.

Thank you.

[sirens wailing]

Oh!

I got you some medicine.

I got you some medicine.

[foreboding music]

[gun cocks]

What did you do?

[Jay] What I had to.

- You killed her?

- She was already dying.

Infected.

- You don't know that.

[gun clicks]

[dramatic music]

[combatants grunting]

[dramatic music continues]

[Miguel breathing heavily]

[Miguel grunting]

[Miguel shouting]

I knew I couldn't trust you.

A life for a life.

An eye for an eye

and a tooth for a tooth.

Lord,

if i sacrifice this innocent child?

Please save us.

[scratching]

[eerie music]

Gabriella?

[scratching]

This is not your [indistinct]

This is salvation.

[dramatic music]

[flesh squelching]

[Miguel gasping]

- There's your salvation, arsehole!

[body thuds]

[dramatic music continues]

[gunshot]

[mop swishing]

[tense music]

[door rattling]

[eerie music]

[drill whirring]

[Jay grunts]

[door creaks]

[dramatic music]

[Jay shouting]

[gentle music]

[Jay] Dear Olivia,

there's so much I wish I could change and do over, but I can't.

When your mother died, you needed me more than ever.

And I wasn't there for you.

Please forgive me.

I love you so much and will always be with you.

Just like your mom.

Love your dad.

[gentle music continues]

- Daddy.

I'm here for you.

[mystical music]