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- Playtime's over.

Time to come home, you ugly bastard.

I've been watching bullets bounce off your fat arse.

I haven't tried one from point-blank range yet.

What d'you reckon, boys?

- Give him one more.

- You two, forget what you've seen here,

and get out of here.

- You two.

You two are coming with me. I've got a few questions for ya.

- What about Popeye?

- He's in the welcoming arms of his government.

It's over this time.

You can trust me on that.

- That's it?

- We have the house guest, Dr. Bernard.

- Excellent.

How did you bring him into the fold?

- Well, he wore himself out

killing an entire summer camp.

We might've been able to catch him.

- All right then. Standard protocol.

Ashes by morning.

- Roger that.

Don't worry about the Sea Hag.

She talks tough, but she's a teddy bear inside.

- Look, we wanna help.

We wanna see this through.

We wanna make sure he's locked up for good.

- We will do.

- We've been through a lot. We just wanna know.

- Sure. Happy to talk.

- We threw them in a cell, ma'am.

- You should've killed them.

- I thought we was the friendlies, ma'am.

- And where did you read that in your contract?

- Hope you had a safe flight, ma'am.

- I know you all call me the Sea Hag,

so you can just call me that to my face,

and drop the "ma'am."

- I've never heard that one, ma'am.

- I didn't want to go into the field,

but as long as I have to, we might as well do some work.

- House guest is awake.

- Oh, wonderful.

Thank you for joining us again tonight.

I don't think I've had the chance to let you know

how well I knew your mother.

You see, she worked for us, and workplace safety

was not of the standard that it is today.

She may have been exposed to some chemicals

before you and your sister Olive were born.

By the way, have you seen your sister lately?

Because we'd like to talk to her as well.

You're a very special young man.

Despite the struggles that you and your sister Olive

experienced in childhood,

your mother was working on a project.

She was part of a team to create a race

of superior soldiers for the war effort,

and her being changed at a molecular level

was a scientific advancement at an astronomical scale.

You were the product of that.

The next generation.

- Perhaps don't go on about his mum so much, Doctor.

I think he's getting his second wind back.

- Well then, memories for another day.

We would like you to know

how special you are to us at present.

Please keep your attention on the screen.

- Hidden in the rolling hills of England,

a top-secret division of His Majesty's government

has unveiled a project years in the making.

Their crowning achievement,

a special personal neurostimulant called SPN-X.

A Marvel of British ingenuity,

SPN-X fortifies the body, sharpens the mind,

and removes the very concept of fear from the battlefield.

With SPN-X, our boys go further, fight harder,

and stand taller than ever before.

The days of trembling in the trenches are over.

Now the enemy will be the first one to blink.

Already, BLUTO is preparing the next wave of warfighters,

faster, braver, and wholly unshakeable.

Quietly, efficiently, and without fuss,

Britannia is building the future of warfare.

So rest easy, Britain.

While bombs may fall and ration books shrink,

behind the curtain, science marches on,

hand in hand with courage towards certain victory.

- That was generation one.

We believe that you are generation two.

But there is a scientific frontier beyond,

and we would like your help with that.

You want to be of service to your country, don't you?

While you have been traipsing about,

we have advanced our SPN-X serum to the next level.

I have brought the iteration with me,

and it's outside with your man, waiting to be administered

- And he's grateful for that, to be sure.

All right, go for Mendoza. It's showtime.

- We said we'd help. You don't have to handcuff us.

- Yeah, well, it's a sensitive area.

I mean, we don't want you wandering in

somewhere you shouldn't, eh?

- You don't have to do this.

- Can we at least get something to eat?

- We've only got spinach.

- Dylan.

- Cassie.

- I saw my friends die.

My girlfriend was

taken somewhere.

I've been on the road these last few years

just searching for Popeye.

Followed his bloody path into that summer camp.

And now, to end like this.

- My friends at the summer camp, they're gone too.

At least the military caught up with him before he got us.

- Was that supposed to be a good thing?

- How do you mean?

- Who do you think created that monster in the first place?

And what about us?

- Okay, settle down.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- This was supposed to be better than the shite

we pumped him full of before?

We shot him up with whatever that was before,

and he did not react like that.

- We've reached the final dosage then.

- And now what?

- We wait.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- Oh, just hang tight, Mendoza.

Well, he just took a bigger slug of that juice.

He didn't seem to like it at first,

but I think he's calmed down.

- I saw. Activate your body camera, Oscar.

- Dr. Bernard, I just said he's calmed down.

All personnel, live eyes, please.

Code Black. We have a Code Black.

All units, we have a Code Black.

- Fascinating.

- Popeye.

- He can't be stopped.

- Fall back, fall back! Bullets will not stop him!

The body cams.

We were the test subjects.

You knew.

You bitch!

- That's not true, Oscar.

We had to have the best of the best.

How would we know if he could fight

against the country's enemies?

- All units, evacuate. All units, evacuate.

This one's on you, Doc.

- You're sacked, Oscar.

Your men will collect a severance when this is over.

- What men might that be, Doctor?

- It's happening again. They couldn't keep him locked up.

- Fuck!

- It's gone quiet in the corridor.

I imagine the house guest has left.

- There's such a thing as too quiet.

- I will be needing an escort to the helicopter then.

- Ha!

I was sacked.

- I'll pay you out of my own pocket.

You have to understand,

this experiment has been one big disaster,

and although you are the center of it,

I've given you the opportunity to leave with me,

before this experiment is scrubbed.

- Scrubbed from this earth, you mean.

- With fire.

I've already triggered the bombers to scramble.

- Well then, you'd better hurry.

It's all coming apart, Doctor.

- I should've burned him in the womb.

I made you.

No!

No, I made you!

- Quick, here!

I was coming to get you out of here.

Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.

- But Popeye.

- Forget about that bastard.

He's somebody else's problem now.

Run! Run!

- Papa Oscar.

Papa Oscar.

Fuck!

- What was that?

- I don't know exactly,

but they've been shooting it into somebody,

and I think I know who.

- It might be all the proof we need.

Come on!

- Okay.

Get in the car.

- Keys?

- Oh fuck!

- Fucking drive!

There's a lot of campsites around here.

We might be able to find someone who can help us.

- I'll keep an eye out.

- Oh my god. Stop the car!

Oh my god.

- You've got to stop the attack.

Listen to me.

She called in an airstrike.

Everywhere in a few kilometers is gonna be ash.

It's the only way to cover it up.

- Take it easy.

- It's Popeye.

- We know, mate.

Just relax.

We'll get you somewhere safe.

- You've got to stop the airstrike.

Papa.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- Papa

Oscar.

Papa.

- He had that for a reason.

Does that happen a lot?

- What part?

- Seeing...

Talking to people

at the end.

- Yeah.

- Sounded like he was talking to his dad.

It makes you wonder.

- Yeah, it does.

Get the case!

Dylan.

Dylan, get the fucking case!

Dylan, he's fucking coming!

Dylan, just get the fucking case!

Fuck!

Dylan!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Well, come on. It won't be far.

Hurry up. Come on.

- For what we are about to receive,

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Be present at our table, Lord.

During the breaking of our bread, we remember thee.

- Amen.

- That was beautiful, Lindy.

- Very good, child.

You are learning to sit at God's feet.

Where is it you hail from, Kat?

- Kitty, Derek.

- Sorry, what?

- It's okay.

- Her name's Kitty.

- Kitty? That ain't a real name.

God gave you a Christian name for a reason,

and Kitty is not a real one.

- Derek, please.

- That's okay, bubby.

My God-given name is Kathleen.

- Bubby? Where are you from, Kathleen?

- Kentucky, sir.

- Never heard of it,

but it sounds like a place forsaken by God.

- Oy, Derek.

- Well, she's an American.

- Yeah, and you...

We have always been a Tottenham family,

and then you got married to an Arsenal girl.

I'll take an American over that.

- All right, point taken. We all have our own ways.

- Shut up, Derek.

- "Arise, oh Lord.

Save me,

oh my God,

for you strike the cheek of my enemies,

and you break the teeth of the wicked."

- Cheers, Tina. Here we go.

- And you as well, bringing another girlfriend

on a family holiday without even asking.

- Now, now.

- Hmm. I don't even remember the last one's name.

Now I've got to remember another name.

- My name's Kitty.

- This has got nothing to do with you, Kitty.

- Why do you always have to fight?

- Y'all can call me whatever you want.

- I think you owe everyone an apology.

- I owe everyone an apology? And what about you?

- Now, there's a question for our panelists.

- Yeah, you stand there reigning it over us all,

as though God touched you on the shoulder, Derek.

- As if being touched by the hand of God

is an horrible thing.

- All right, all right.

I think it's time we all calm down, yeah?

This isn't good for Lindy.

- You keep Lindy out of it.

And if you stuck to the same woman

for more than three months,

you might be able to have your own child to comment on.

- What, and end up with a treasure like you?

- Grow a backbone, Derek!

- Back home, this is when the shit hits the fan.

- Right, I'll be back in a minute.

- Derek. - What now?

- I saw something out there.

- What? Where?

- I don't know, it's something like- like fog.

- I don't see anything.

- I saw something out there.

- We're far away from anywhere.

- I saw what I saw.

- And opened another bottle of wine, I see.

- I'm not drunk, Derek!

- "For do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery,

but be filled with the Holy Spirit."

- I don't like this.

- It's okay.

- Lindy!

- What is it?

- I- I saw someone.

- Let's go and find your father. Come on.

- Is she alright?

- There's someone out there.

- It's probably a deer.

- Oh no, it's not a deer.

- I knew this day would come.

The rapture is finally here,

and you all haven't repented your sins.

- At least the family's together, bubby.

- "The trumpets will sound, the dead will be raised,

and the believers will all be changed!"

- Shut the fuck up, Derek.

- What on earth are you planning to do with that, Derek?

- Leave it out, Tina.

- Come on. Come on.

Hey! We need help!

Come on.

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Who are ya? What do you want?

- They need help, Derek.

- What is the meaning of this? You can't come here.

- This man needs help.

- He's got a gun. - It's all right, Tina.

- Just take what you want, but leave my family alone.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

We just need a rest, and a phone.

- What happened to him?

- Have you got any supplies?

A first-aid kit, bandages, clean sheets?

- Yeah, I think we've got some bandages somewhere.

- I'll get it.

- Lindy, I don't think you should see this.

Come on. Let's go back to your tent.

- But I want help.

- No, your mum's right. You shouldn't see this.

Get in your tent. - I can help.

- Go and help Kitty find the bandages, yeah?

- Have you got any boiled water? I need clean water.

- I'll go and find a kettle.

- What happened to you?

You look like you've been in a war.

- It's a long story.

- I don't like this.

You should just tell it to the police.

- There's no signal out here, Derek.

It's one of the things you loved about the place.

All that great family time.

- This isn't right.

Where did you come from? There's nothing out here.

- Military site.

Black ops. A few miles from here.

- Hey, hey, hey, take it easy.

We're gonna get you patched up, okay? Okay?

- I've had enough of this.

- You won't get anything, mate.

- I know there's a signal down the lane,

by the ranger tower.

I'm gonna go down there. - Ranger tower?

No, if there's still military there,

they won't let you through.

But there's something worse.

- That's absurd.

The military cannot treat the God-fearing public like this.

- They don't want word getting out.

- What's going on? What could be worse?

- Will this do?

- Thanks.

Look, I'll explain everything in a minute.

- Lord, help me find peace in this storm.

- Sorry, um...

His mum worked for a secret government project

to create the perfect soldier.

And when she was there, she was exposed to something,

and when her kids were born, they were,

um, mutated, I guess you could say.

- There's more than one of them?

- A sister, Olive, out there somewhere.

And their parents were killed,

and he turned into a

twisted man.

Well, that's when he came into the notice of the military,

and they wanted to continue their experiment.

- Bollocks!

This story wouldn't even make

a believable Michael Bay movie.

- Yeah, well, it's true.

- Government conspiracies? Wartime coverups.

The British don't do things like that.

- You're just gonna have to trust me.

This area isn't safe. We need to warn people.

A dying soldier gave me this.

He said they always clean up after themselves,

that an airstrike has been called out.

Burn this area to the ground.

- There's no signal. How are we gonna warn anyone?

- I need a car.

I'm gonna try and get a signal from the radio tower.

I need to find a way to call this off.

- Well, you're not taking my car.

- Did you hear the part about how they're gonna burn

this area to the ground, mate?

I'll take you.

- Thank you.

Look, we might be able to stop the airstrike,

but I'd pack up and get out of here.

- But what about stopping the monster?

- No one's been able to do that.

- If it's important, then I wanna help.

- You'll do that such thing.

- Let's just get you to a signal.

- Let's go.

- We're better off here.

- If we can't get through there'll be no trace of this area.

That much I can promise you.

- You two, be careful.

I'll watch over your friend.

- Is everything you said true then?

The monster escaping and the airstrike?

- All of it. Can't make something like this up.

- Are we safe?

- Take a right.

- You sure seem to know this area.

- I used to be a camp counselor around here.

- But I've been coming here for many years,

and I've never heard of any camp.

- In a few days you will.

- What the hell is that?

I'm gonna get out and take a look.

It's an anchor!

- Malcolm, get back in the car!

- I'm gonna move it!

- No, just get back in the car!

Malcolm, just leave it!

Malcolm, just get back in the car!

- Ah, I can't bloody move it.

Malcolm!

- Don't open that.

- You're awake.

I'm Kitty.

- What's happening?

- My boyfriend and your girlfriend went for help.

- She's not my girlfriend. We've only just met.

- We don't need to hear your dating profile.

Do you have another plan?

- I hope you don't need another plan.

- You okay, sugar?

- I wish I'd been with it enough to go with her.

- She sure seems like a tough old stretch of road.

I'm sure she'll be okay.

I've been around guns all my life.

My pa had a few.

Mostly for hunting.

So guns don't scare me.

In fact,

they fascinate me.

Have you had a lot of practice firing your gun?

- Listen, I don't know what you think you're doing,

but this isn't the time nor place.

- There's something about bad boys

that makes me wanna know more o' ya.

Are you a bad boy?

- Look, Kitty, you're very sweet,

but I need to keep watch, okay?

- Kitty, my brother's out there trying to save us.

- This ain't very interesting. I'm going for a cigarette.

- You might wanna wait on that.

- Oh, nobody's gonna bother little on me.

Hello?

My daddy's got a gun!

Fuck this family.

- Did you hear that?

- It's that American slag taking the piss.

- Pack up your things. I'll go look for her.

- We'll go and get our stuff.

- I'll go pack up the tents.

- Kitty.

Kitty.

Kitty.

- "Hear, Lord. Pay heed to my cry.

From you let my vindication come.

You have tried me by fire, but find no malice in me.

My mouth has not transgressed as others often do.

I have kept from the way of the lawless,

so let death take my enemies by surprise,

and let them go down to the realm of the dead,

for evil finds lodging among them."

Amen.

- Derek?

That sounded like your dad.

W- wait there.

Derek!

- Mum!

Mum!

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We need to leave.

I'm gonna get the case, and then we'll find Cassie.

- Stop!

Stop!

Shit! Shit!

- This is Bravo Yankee Foxtrot Uniform, over.

- Go ahead.

- We are closing in to our target.

What's the priority?

- Confirmed. Destroy it all.

- Wait! Stop!

There are people here!

Stop!

Shit.

Oh, the ranger tower!

- Cassie!

Cassie!

- What are you doing here? Where is everyone?

And Dylan?

Come on. We have to move.

- God help me.

God help me.

- The ranger tower is this way.

- Let's have a look up here.

Dylan!

Go, go, go, go.

- What was that?

- The bombing.

It's started.

We're running out of time.

Stop the attack!

- What do we do now?

- Uniform Tango Oscar,

we are heading for next target, over.

- They're coming!

- Stop! There are people here!

- Is this Hotel Quebec?

We need some confirmation, over.

- Hotel Quebec?

- I think he means HQ.

They're using NATO phonetic alphabet.

- What?

- The military use it for radio

transmissions during wartime.

- How do you know that?

- Girl Scouts.

- He said...

He said Papa Oscar Papa.

I thought he was just saying goodbye.

- P-O-P.

- Popeye!

Papa Oscar Papa.

- Echo Yankee Echo.

- Echo Yankee Echo.

Papa Oscar Papa Echo Yankee Echo!

- Roger that, Hotel Quebec. Disengaging.

- You did it.

- We did it.

- Okay.

- Is it over?

- It will be.