Original subtitles

(ominous orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- [Kane] Like so many epidemics before,

the loss of so many lives began

with a single microscopic organism.

(electricity crackling)

It's human nature

to seek even the smallest comfort in reason

or logic for events as catastrophic as these.

But a virus doesn't choose a time or place.

It doesn't hate or even care.

(person screaming)

It just happens.

(ominous orchestral music)

(horn blaring) (helicopter whirring)

(people shouting)

- [Person] Go back to your homes!

- [Kane] The Reaper virus spread

among the population of Glasgow

like a common cold.

There was no stopping it.

No cure.

No vaccine.

It claimed the lives of thousands in the first week.

- This is the end of the world!

- [Kane] In an attempt to quell the outbreak,

martial law was implemented.

Roadblocks set up.

- Come on, darling. - Curfews enforced.

- We have to walk now.

- [Kane] The airports, seaports and borders were closed.

Scotland was placed under quarantine.

The people were ordered to stay in their homes,

to avoid travel, avoid contact,

to sit it out and wait for help that did not come.

(all clamoring) (dramatic orchestral music)

(person shouting)

- Stay back!

- You got to let us through!

(all shouting)

- Get out of the way!

Move!

Move!

Get out of the way!

Walk on, will you?

Hey, you!

You!

I'm talking at you!

Get down on the floor now!

(people screaming)

Everybody, down!

(all shouting)

- Don't shoot!

(gun firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You fucker!

(all shouting)

- [Person] Run for the gates!

- [Soldier] Fall back!

Fall back!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Soldier] Get out of the way!

(gate crashing)

(all shouting)

- [Person] Please let us go!

(all shouting)

- Onward!

(guns firing)

(person screams)

- Are you all right?

(all shouting)

Look at me, darling.

Look at...

(child crying)

(engine rumbling)

(all shouting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(all shouting)

- [Soldier] Go, go, go!

(alarm sounding)

- [Soldier] Hold the line!

(suspenseful orchestral music) (people clamoring)

Gas!

(all shouting)

(person screaming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(all shouting)

(electricity crackling)

- Easy, girl.

Come here.

- [Person] Help me!

(electricity crackling)

(all shouting)

- Please!

Take us with you!

- Get back!

We're too heavy!

We have to get off now!

- Step away from the helicopter!

- Give her a chance!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- No, wait!

What are you doing?

Get back in the helicopter!

Now!

- Take the girl!

- We have to go now!

- Hold tight, sweetheart!

Everything's going to be okay!

- Come on!

(soldier grunting)

- Stay back!

(gun firing)

- Take this!

So she'll know!

Hold on tight, sweetheart!

Eden! (sobbing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Kane] The wall stood 30 feet high,

clad in steel armor plating.

It followed the line of the ancient Roman frontier,

2,000 years before,

spanning 18 miles, east coast to west,

cutting Britain in half.

Coastal waters were mined and patrolled.

The skies were declared a no-fly zone,

and orders were given

to shoot down any aircraft in violation of the quarantine.

The idea was simple.

Nobody came out, and nobody went in.

They needn't have worried about the second part.

(explosions booming)

Those abandoned within the quarantine zone were left to die.

Social order decayed along with the corpses.

The streets ran with blood

as the people fought to stay alive.

The bodies burned in their thousands.

Looting, rape and murder became rife.

Fire spread as the cities were plundered,

and the last to die

became primal savages, feeding on dogs, rats,

and finally, on each other.

As the weeks turned to months,

the funeral pyres faded and died.

In time, all the lights burned out,

con sighing the country north of the wall first

to memory and eventually to history.

(dramatic orchestral music)

But just as the government had turned its back

on the hot zone,

so the rest of the world turned its back on Britain.

With hundreds of thousands unemployed,

homeless and destitute,

the situation has reached breaking point.

It now remains only a matter of time

before the laws of nature seek to redress the balance.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(watch beeping)

- Targets are in play.

- [Michaels on] Start recording.

(watch beeping)

(gun firing) (person grunting)

(gun firing)

(gun firing) (person grunting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Shh.

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

- What the fuck is this?

(gun firing)

You prick!

(gun firing)

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

(water splashing)

Get the case.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (person screams)

Drop the gun!

Fucking Nancy-boy!

Where's your partner?

Tell me!

Shit.

I'm getting off this boat alive.

- You go to hell. - Get back!

Don't you come any closer,

or I'll blow his fucking brains all over this boat!

- Sinclair, whatever you do, don't shoot.

- [Richter] What the hell are you doing?

- Sinclair!

- She's fucking nuts!

Tell her to back off!

- I'm ordering you not to shoot, Sinclair!

Richter, you've got one way out of this!

Put the gun down, or she will kill you!

You haven't got a chance!

- I'll kill him, I swear!

- Sinclair, do not shoot!

(gun firing)

- Shit.

(gun firing)

(tense music)

(electricity crackling)

(eye squishing)

- [Bill] I'll never get used to that.

- I don't suppose you got a cigarette?

- When are you going to buy your own?

Do you know how much these things cost?

- Why do you think I smoke yours?

- Michaels on was a good man.

Not the greatest copper on the beat, but

(lighter clicking)

A good man.

What happened in there?

(watch beeps)

- See for yourself.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Whatever happened to a good cause?

Can't remember what she looked like.

All I have is a name on an envelope and an address

of a place I can never go to.

- I've watched you fight your way through the ranks,

tooth and nail.

And it's made you so full of piss and vinegar.

You carry on the way you're going,

you're gonna wind up one seriously fucked-up individual.

Now, do me a favor.

Please, go home.

Get some rest.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(electricity crackling)

(sirens wailing)

(all shouting)

(people screaming)

(people chattering on radio)

- Okay, let's do it!

(door slamming)

(all groaning)

Get back!

Get back!

(all groaning)

(elevator bell dings)

- Thank you, Captain, that will be all.

- Sir. - Canaris.

- Prime Minister.

- How long?

- Two hours ago. - Well?

- DDS were carrying out a routine drugs raid

when they found the infected victims.

It's the Reaper virus.

- Oh, my God.

- It's back.

(thunder crashing)

- Bloody Hell, George.

What's got your knickers in a twist?

- National emergency, I'm afraid.

Briefing for the PM in five minutes.

- Let's keep this informal and to the point.

We all know what's at stake, why you're here.

Jane.

- In 2023, when the rising tidal waters

were threatening to flood London,

we extended the Thames flood barrier.

Like a castle moat, this system of canals

encircles the entire capital north of the river.

Our immediate plan is to flood the canals,

blockade all bridges, tube lines

and rail links in and out of the city.

- You want to put 12 million people under lock and key?

- Containment is our absolute priority.

We must implement martial law now.

Keep the people off the streets

while we secure the blockade and set up medical stations.

Only then can we begin the evacuation.

- [Hatcher] Do it.

- It's all very well packing people into their homes

like so many million sardines,

but you drop a killer virus into that mix,

and this town is gonna go tits-up in no short order.

Once you start stacking bodies in the streets,

there'll be panic,

public disorder, looting, rape, murder,

and that's just for starters.

The death toll will be unimaginable,

and by that time, there'll be absolutely fuck-all

we can do about it.

- You have to think of the millions that we'll be saving.

- Are you talking about people?

Or pound notes?

- Chief Nelson, would you join me in my office?

- If this is a bollocking, make it quick.

I've got a job to do, I need to be out there on the streets.

- Michael.

- What we're about to show you is highly confidential

and potentially volatile material.

When the wall went up,

the government at that time, naturally,

wanted to know what was happening on the other side.

So they re-tasked one of their military satellites

to provide coverage of Edinburgh and Glasgow.

For the past 30 years, it's carried on taking pictures,

sending down what you'd expect.

Empty cities, deserted streets.

That is, until three years ago, when these turned up.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- People.

On the streets of Glasgow.

- Survivors?

- What else could it be?

And if there are survivors, there must surely be a cure.

- What we have to do is get our hands on it.

- We already have a team standing by.

All we need is somebody to lead them.

Someone to take them in, find the cure

and deliver it into our hands before it's too late

to turn the tide.

- You don't know how many survivors there are.

And the team might not find them in time.

They might not find them at all.

And they could still be contagious.

- That's what the team's going to find out.

- You've known for three fucking years

that they were up there,

but you swept it under the carpet.

- Scotland's dead have long since been laid to rest.

- Yesterday, if I turned up on the six o'clock news

with a survivor in tow,

they'd have strung me up from the nearest lamp-post

by the balls.

But if, in 48 hours, I arrive with a survivor and a cure,

sure they won't give a flying fuck about the survivor,

but they'll be lining up to kiss my ass for that cure.

- In politics, survival is timing, and ours is running out.

We have 48 hours.

I need your best man on this, right away.

- All right.

I know someone who might just fit the bill.

(tense electronic music)

Get in the car, it's pissing down.

(tense electronic music continues)

(engine revving)

- [Eden] How long have they known?

- Long enough.

But that doesn't matter now.

- Matters to me.

There are survivors out there.

- This is not some personal quest I'm sending you on.

Focus on your mission.

- [Eden] Who's behind it?

Hatcher?

- Hatcher's got the swagger and the smiles,

but it's Canaris who pulls the strings.

He's the power behind the throne.

And he's not someone you want to pick a fight with.

- Who, me?

- I'm serious.

If the truth got out, it would bring Hatcher,

the government,

the whole fucking system down.

And there's no way Canaris is ever gonna let that happen.

Once you're over that wall, there's no rules,

no backup.

- Better that way.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door clicking)

(thunder crashing)

Look after this for me, would you?

(dramatic orchestral music)

Don't suppose you got a cigarette?

- There's no smoking on the helicopter, and I don't smoke.

- Fair enough.

- Dr. Marcus Kane,

he was leading the research into the virus

when the gates were closed.

He was trapped inside the hot zone.

His lab was located

inside the quarantine compound in Glasgow.

If anybody was capable of developing a cure, it was him.

I suggest you start at the lab.

Pick up the trail from there.

You'll rendezvous with the rest of the team at the wall,

then you'll proceed north in two armored transports.

- Why not fly in?

- Scotland is still a no-fly zone.

Hatcher needs to keep this as low profile as possible.

- So if we don't make it out, no one will know we went in.

- You've got 46 hours.

If you don't make it back, the city of London

and everybody in it

will be left to die.

- If it's there, I'll find it.

- You'll need this.

It's a GPS locator beacon.

It'll tell us exactly where you are.

(GPS beeping)

We'll have a gun ship standing by to extract your team.

- So much for low profile.

- Once you have the cure, it won't matter.

- What happens if I don't find anything up there?

- Then you needn't bother coming back.

(suspenseful music)

(helicopter whirring)

- [Person] For your own safety, return to your homes.

East London is under martial law.

(car horns honking) (people clamoring)

(metal clanging) (all shouting)

(gun firing)

- What the hell are we going to do, Canaris?

- Just calm down and listen.

Even if, by some miracle,

Sinclair finds what she's looking for

and makes it back in time,

the fact remains, this is our fault, we made it happen.

Too many people crammed into ghettos

so tight they can barely move.

We created the perfect breeding ground

for a virus to take place.

And the more we save now,

the more chance there is

of the same thing happening all over again.

Now, we have an opportunity to buy ourselves breathing room.

- What exactly are you suggesting?

- We're at war, Prime Minister.

It's basic combat triage.

Leave the dying to die.

- With the whole world watching?

- With a lie this big,

we can get away with anything we want.

(tense music)

(helicopter whirring)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Major Sinclair!

Good flight?

- Fine. - Sergeant Norton.

Welcome to no-man's land.

- Why call it that?

- There's not another living soul for miles

south of that wall, except us.

- What about the sentries?

- No, the whole system was fully automated

about 20 years ago.

Nowadays they only expend their ammo on the local wildlife.

(gun firing)

A team arrived two hours ago.

They're prepping their gear inside.

- [Eden] Ask them to get suited up, Sergeant.

We're against the clock on this one.

- Yes, sir!

- Has the team been briefed?

- I've given them their assignments,

objectives and the file on Dr. Kane.

- Major Sinclair.

Chandler.

Armor division.

I'll be your driver today.

Yeah, they may be ugly,

but they move like shit off a shovel.

Twin V12 engines, two-inch armor plate,

and they'll take anything from 30mm rounds

to chemical weapons.

Just the ticket for a night on the town.

- Where'd they find these things?

- They patrolled the hot zone,

just north of the wall.

When the system was automated,

most of them were sold off for scrap.

These are the last two in service.

- Major, meet Corporal Read.

Tank driver.

- Major.

- Carry on, Corporal.

- Riflemen.

Miller, Carpenter.

- [Both] Major.

- What have we got here?

- Bio suits.

Combat model.

High impact flexi-polymer.

Gives us total freedom of movement and 24-hour protection.

- Just what a girl needs.

- Prototype, silicon foam grenade.

- This is front line equipment.

- [Norton] A going-away present from Canaris.

- Are we expecting trouble?

- Is there a problem?

- No.

No problem at all, Major.

- Good.

- [Norton] This is our cargo, Doctors Talbot and Stirling.

- [Eden] You were part of the task force set up

to study the virus?

- That's right.

How do you do, Major?

I took over in '24.

Stirling joined me in '31.

Until Hatcher, in his infinite wisdom,

decided to pull the plug

on the whole program three years ago.

Tried everything, of course.

Just couldn't crack it.

I do hope this trip of yours is worth the risk, Major.

- Apparently, someone thinks so.

- All right, listen up!

I want everyone suited, booted and strapped.

Back here in 10.

(alarm blaring)

(choir singing)

(engines revving)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(tools grinding)

- Open the gate!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door clanging)

- [Person] Sentry guns deactivated.

- All right, Chandler.

Take us in.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(electricity crackling)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(tank thudding) (console beeping)

- Shit!

- Chandler, what was that?

- [Read] Chandler, why have you stopped?

- I think we hit something.

- Major. - [Read] Say again?

- I think you'd better have a look at this.

- All right, Miller.

Suit up and check it out.

Chandler, send up a flare.

(flare whooshing)

(cows mooing)

- Hey, Chandler, what's black and white and spread all over?

I can't see any damage to the APC,

but your cow is a complete write-off.

- Moo.

- All right, get back inside.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- This file's been closed for 25 years

The government tried to suppress any information getting out

of the hot zone.

Didn't want people to know how bad things had got up there.

- [Kane] I don't think we can stay here much longer.

Morality has abandoned these people.

The killing-

- Seems he dug in with a bunch of stranded soldiers,

fortified the hospital as best they could,

kept up regular reports

on the army frequency using their come set

till the power went out permanently.

- [Kane] The fires have spread,

the power supply is dwindling,

and our food and water are running out fast.

At night we can hear the distant cries of pain and anguish.

They've begun to feed off each other.

It's medieval out there.

Ammunition is low.

The barricades won't hold out much longer.

Our time has run out.

This is Dr. Marcus Kane signing off.

(engine rumbling)

- What do the numbers mean??

- It's the number of people in each house

that needed saving.

They were told to stay in their homes, that help would come.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(door whirring)

(door whirring)

(suspenseful music)

- Clear.

(air hissing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(metal clanging)

- [Eden] Stand back.

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

- [Norton] All right, check your corners.

(birds fluttering)

(metal clanging)

We're clear.

(suspenseful music continues)

- [Norton] Read, Fresno, we're on the fifth floor,

we're going in.

- Copy that, everything quiet here.

(static crackling)

I think the TV's buggered.

(suspenseful music continues)

- [Eden] Talbot, Stirling.

You're up.

- [Talbot] How the hell are we supposed

to find anything in this mess?

- [Norton] Just keep looking.

- [Carpenter] It would help if we knew

what we were looking for.

- [Stirling] Some evidence of Kane's work.

I'll know when I see it.

- [Carpenter] Thanks.

That helps a bunch.

- [Norton] Shut it, Carpenter.

(suspenseful music continues)

(static crackling on TV)

(intense music)

- (exclaims) Major!

Major!

We got a live one!

- [Eden] Chandler, did not copy!

Say again!

- There's a fucking girl here!

Outside on the street!

- [Talbot] Whatever you do, do not touch her!

- Chandler, keep her in sight,

but do not approach her.

Repeat, do not approach her.

- Chandler!

What are you doing?

You heard Sinclair!

Get back inside!

Now!

- She needs help, Read, look at her!

- Chandler, no!

- [Norton] Fresno, get your short,

hairy ass back in the vehicle.

- Hey, hey.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Whoa!

- [Eden] Chandler!

Do you copy?

- Yeah, she's alive, Major, but only just.

- Major, she must be isolated SO we can examine her.

- All right, let's get her inside.

- [Carpenter] Major, this lab looks untouched.

- [Eden] Take a look.

We're right behind you.

(club thudding)

- [Eden] Talbot, get down now!

- Christ!

(person screaming)

(machine gun firing)

(person screaming)

(machine gun firing)

(person screaming)

(machine gun firing)

(person grunting)

- Shit!

(person screaming)

(both grunting)

(glass shattering)

(person screaming)

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

(glass shattering)

(person screaming)

(glass shattering)

(person groaning)

- [Norton] Read, emergency EVAC!

Now!

- Copy that!

(both grunting)

(gun firing)

(person screaming) (gun firing)

- I've reached Stirling. - I need my torch,

I need my torch, I need my torch!

- Major!

Checking the back door!

(all screaming) (gun firing)

(person grunting)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

- Shit!

- Chandler get back in the fucking APC now!

- Okay, I'm moving!

(gun firing) (all screaming)

(suspenseful music continues)

(air hissing)

(all shouting)

(machine gun firing)

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- [Chandler] We're rolling!

(engine rumbling)

(engines rumbling)

(glass shattering)

(glass shattering)

(all yelling)

(all shouting) (gun firing)

- We're not getting out that way!

(gun firing) (all shouting)

- [Talbot] Jesus Christ!

- [Marauder] Burn, you fuckers!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Fuck!

(glass shattering)

- Chandler, you're on fire!

- Don't I fucking know it!

- Major, we are under attack!

(gun firing)

I repeat, we are under attack!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(tank crashing) (explosion booming)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(air hissing)

(explosion booming)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(explosion booming)

(engine rumbling)

(explosion booming)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- [Chandler] Bastards!

(explosion booming)

(person screaming)

(Chandler laughing)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(explosion booming)

(explosion booming)

(person screaming)

(Chandler groaning)

(tires screeching)

(tank crashing)

(Chandler grunting)

(explosion booming)

(both grunting)

(grenade thudding) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(explosion booming)

(explosion booming)

-APC 1 is down!

(glass shattering) (explosion booming)

(glass shattering)

Shit!

Repeat, APC 1 is down!

We've lost Chandler!

- Fuck!

- Get to the elevator, sub level one.

Get in there.

- It won't work, there's no power!

- Get the fuck in!

Move!

Move!

- [Eden] Sergeant!

Cover fire!

- [Norton] Copy!

(gun firing)

- [Eden] Miller, foam grenade.

- [Norton] Whatever this plan is,

(gun firing)

Make it snappy!

- [Eden] Shotgun!

- Major, what are we doing in here?

- Going down!

Pull it now!

(person screaming)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(person screaming)

(explosion booming)

(elevator thudding)

(cement thudding)

(can spraying) (person screaming)

(person grunting)

(tank thudding)

- [Talbot] Major, you are completely insane!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Fuck! - Check your corners!

Check your corners!

- Move!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Move, move, move.

Miller, get that fucking hatch open!

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(all shouting)

- Oh, shit!

(gun firing)

Get in!

We've gotta go now!

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

(all shouting)

- [Norton] Move it, Read!

Go!

Go!

Go!

(air hissing)

(all screaming)

(person screaming)

(all shouting)

- [Stirling] Is anybody injured?

Is everybody okay?

- [Talbot] I'm okay.

- [Miller] I'm fine.

- What the fuck happened back there?

(explosion booming)

- Read's got multiple impact warnings.

(explosion booming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Read gasps)

- [Norton] Read!

- [Stirling] Stop, stop the car!

(explosion booming)

(Read groaning)

- [Norton] Read!

Look out!

(all yelling)

(tank thudding)

- Stirling, you still with us?

- I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Well, I think I'm not!

What about Read?

- She's dead!

- Fuck this shit, man!

Fuck it!

- [Eden] All right, grab what you can and bail out!

(marauders screaming)

(gun firing)

(marauder screams)

(explosion booming)

(machine gun firing)

(explosion booming)

(gun firing)

(person screaming)

(gun firing)

(person screaming)

(guns firing)

(all shouting)

(guns firing)

(all shouting)

- Miller, cover Norton!

- Covering fire!

(gun firing)

- Wait, wait, wait, tourniquet.

- I'm doing it!

I'm doing it!

- Norton, alleyway!

- Copy!

(guns firing)

- Stirling, go with him!

- He needs my help!

- Get over here!

Move it! - Go!

- [Norton] Get behind me!

- Get Talbot!

- Fuck! - Major, go!

(gun firing)

Major, fucking go!

(people grunting)

(all grunting)

- Come on, then, you fuckers!

(all shouting)

(gun firing)

(gun clicking)

- Fuck!

(all shouting)

I'm out!

(all shouting)

- Get your hands off me!

- [Stirling] Talbot!

We can't leave him.

- Go, go, go!

Move it!

(marauders screaming)

- Savages!

(all shouting)

- This one's for Sol.

(Eden grunting)

(chain clanking)

(can clanking)

(Eden gasping)

(Eden grunting)

- Shit, man.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

I got a bit carried away.

But if you keep going on like this...

(Eden grunting)

See?

There I go again.

I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

But you are making me so fucking mad!

Just talk to me.

(Eden breathing heavily)

- Who are you?

- What the fuck is the matter with you?

Eh?

Enjoy pain, is that it?

'Cause you are fucking asking for it!

(Eden grunting)

(Eden groaning)

(door clicking)

(Eden groaning)

Let's try again, eh?

Who are you?

And where have you come from?

Now, I know that Kane didn't send you, so who did?

Where'd you get all the fancy gear from?

The tanks.

The guns.

Talk to me!

- Did you say Kane?

- You need me to speak a little louder?

Is that it?

Well, how's this?

(Eden screaming)

- Fuck you! (breathing heavily)

We came over the wall.

- I fucking knew it.

I fucking knew it!

I knew he was fucking lying!

- Who was lying?

- Kane!

You see, the bastard told us there was nothing out there.

No hope of salvation.

But I knew.

I knew that one day someone would come and prove him wrong.

- If Kane's alive, I need to find him.

- Shh.

Save your breath.

You're with us now.

And you're alive only as long as we need you!

Well, you see, if you did come over that wall,

then you must've planned on getting back.

We've tried before and failed.

I've seen too many of my friends rush those gates,

but before they could even get close,

they were turned to fire

and fell as ash.

But with you here to lead us through,

we are going to go all the way.

Lady, I could eat you right up.

(Eden groaning)

You should forget about that bastard Kane!

He's history.

But you, you are our passport to the promised land.

- I think you're gonna be sorely disappointed.

- I'll be the judge of that.

(marauders clamoring outside)

Can you hear that?

The hounds are hungry!

It's feeding time at the fucking zoo!

(Sol whistles)

We need this one alive.

Make sure she stays that way.

Eh?

Nice watch.

(tense music)

(GPS beeping)

(GPS crunching)

(door clicking)

- Sol!

I heard what you said.

I need to speak with you!

- You'll get your turn!

- Sol!

- The wind of change is blowing a hurricane!

Give them hell!

(chainsaw buzzing)

(upbeat rock music)

(engine revving)

♪ You may not like the things we do ♪

♪ Only idiots ignore the truth ♪

♪ It's easy to lay down and hide ♪

♪ Where's the warrior without his pride ♪

(electricity crackling)

♪ We're gonna move real good, yeah right ♪

♪ We're gonna dress so fine, okay ♪

- Ladies and gentlemen!

Here he is, the head chef,

the big cheese, the sunshine of your lives!

It's Sol!

(upbeat pop music)

(Sol screaming)

♪ The one good thing ♪

Jin my life J

(Sol screaming)

(engine revving)

♪ I don't know where ♪

♪ She's gone away ♪

♪ I don't know where ♪

♪ Somewhere I cannot follow her ♪

♪ The one good thing didn't stay too long ♪

♪ Woo-hoo-hoo-Hoo ♪

♪ My back was turned and she was gone ♪

J Good thing, where have you gone J

(crowd cheering)

♪ My good thing ♪

♪ You been gone too long ♪

(cancan music)

(all cheering)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

(crowd cheering)

I have a rare treat in store for you!

(all cheering)

Medium fucking rare!

(crowd cheering)

Kane thought he could tell us what to do,

and we told Kane, "Fuck you!"

- [All] Fuck you!

(crowd cheering)

- This is our city!

(crowd cheering)

Whoever they send here, we're gonna catch them!

(crowd cheering)

We're gonna cook them!

(crowd cheering)

And we're gonna eat them!

(crowd cheering)

- Eat them, man!

(upbeat music)

♪ From the cradle bars comes a beckoning voice ♪

♪ It sends you spinning ♪

♪ You have no choice ♪

(crowd cheering)

- Here we go!

(upbeat music continues)

(Sol yelling)

♪ You hear laughter cracking through the walls ♪

♪ It sends you spinning ♪

♪ You have no choice ♪

♪ You hear laughter cracking through the walls ♪

♪ It sends you spinning ♪

♪ You have no choice ♪

♪ Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance ♪

♪ We are entranced ♪

♪ Spellbound ♪

♪ Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance ♪

♪ We are entranced ♪

♪ Spellbound ♪

♪ Spellbound, spellbound ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Spellbound ♪

♪ Spellbound, spellbound ♪

♪ Spellbound ♪

- No, no, no, no, no, no!

(upbeat music continues)

- Burn him!

Burn him!

- Please!

Please!

Please, please, no!

No!

(crowd cheering)

♪ Take them by the legs ♪

- Get off!

(upbeat music continues)

(match striking)

♪ When you make your choice ♪

- You bitch! (spitting)

(Talbot screams)

♪ Doll dance ♪

♪ We are entranced ♪

♪ Following the footsteps of a rag doll dance ♪

♪ We are entranced, entranced, entranced ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

(suspenseful music)

(crowd cheering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

- Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, (laughing)

(crowd cheering)

- Yes!

(suspenseful music continues)

(all shouting)

(watch beeping)

(plate clattering)

- If you're hungry, why not try a piece of your friend?

- [Eden] Hey!

What do I have to do to get a drink?

(person groaning)

Put the key in the lock, and turn it very slowly.

(person grunts)

(skin ripping)

That wasn't so painful, was it?

(watch beeping)

(person gasps)

(person grunts)

- Wait!

Get me out of here, and I can help you.

- You can help me?

Why?

What are you offering?

- I heard you speaking to Sol.

You said you came through the wall.

No, no, no.

Please.

Don't leave me here!

He'll kill me.

- You have to do better than that, I'm afraid.

- I can help you find Kane.

- You know where Kane is?

- I should.

He's my father.

- If I find out you're lying,

you'll wish that I'd left you here.

Follow me, and you keep your bloody voice down.

(door clicking)

- Look out!

(both grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(both grunting)

(swords clanging)

(both grunting)

(both grunting)

(person groaning)

(sword thudding)

(person whistling)

(sword thudding)

(door clicking)

- You can let go now.

Move it!

(Catty gasping)

(tense music)

Come in, Sergeant!

- Sinclair, this is Norton.

Where are you?

- On the move!

Meet us at the station on Queen Street!

- Station on Queen Street, copy.

(both grunting)

- Come on.

(tense music continues)

- Find her!

- Come on!

Joshua, it's okay!

You can trust her.

- She looks dangerous.

- She is.

- Norton, do you copy?

Come in.

- It looks clear.

(engines revving)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Go, go, go!

- [Sol] When I grab you,

I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!

Run, you little fucker!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Stirling] Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Leg it!

Come on!

This way!

(glass shattering)

- Fucking move it!

(engine revving)

- Fire up the engine!

- Norton, if you can hear me, platform four!

- Are you coming or not?

Come on!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Come on!

Move it!

(person screaming)

- Oh.

- Get on! - You fucker!

- Come on, Stirling!

- [Sol] No!

(engine revving)

- Come on!

- Ah.

- Stirling, get down!

(engine revving)

- Come on!

Come on!

Move it!

Move it!

(all grunting)

Come on!

Run, Major!

Faster!

Come on!

(Sol screaming)

(person grunting)

(Sol breathing heavily)

- Where are you taking us?

- Somewhere safe for the moment.

- Sorry to piss in your chips,

but we haven't got time to play safe.

You said you'd take us to Kane, and I need to see him now.

- I said I would help you find him.

I can't take you to him.

- Why not?

- Because he will kill me.

And if he finds out where you're from, he'll kill you, too.

Ever since Sol left, he's become suspicious

of everyone, even me.

His people are too afraid to defy him,

and those who dare are tortured or killed.

You're living proof of a world beyond that wall.

All our lives he told us there was nothing out there.

You being here makes him a liar.

- What were you doing in the city?

- I went to find my brother.

Sol.

- That maniac is your brother?

- That is one fucked up family, man.

- They're at war.

And we're caught right in the middle.

(tense music)

(thunder rumbling)

- [Eden] What is this place?

- [Joshua] A shortcut through the mountain.

- [Catty] We use it all the time.

- [Norton] Looks like an old military facility or something.

- [Catty] Whatever it was, they left in a hurry.

Didn't even bother to lock the doors.

(door clicking)

- Jesus, what have they got in here, the Lost Ark?

- [Norton] Don't know, mate, but those blast doors

are 12 inches thick.

Whatever it is, somebody somewhere wanted it kept safe.

(door creaking) (water trickling)

(birds chirping)

(distant rumbling)

- Somebody's coming.

- Telamon.

(Catty gasping)

Run.

- Wait, who or what is Telamon?

- He's Kane's executioner.

- Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- You can go, I'm staying.

Give me your sidearm, and get out of sight.

- You really don't give a fuck, do you?

I think your plan's shit, but I guess I'll stand with you.

(ground rumbling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- There's something you don't see everyday.

(horse neighing)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(arrow thudding)

(Joshua groaning)

- No!

No, Joshua!

No!

No!

No!

- [Stirling] Come on!

Come on!

Move!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Sergeant, put down your weapon.

We need to get to Kane the quickest way possible,

and this is it.

- Yeah, all right.

Fuck it.

I hope you know what you're doing.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(people cheering)

(swords clanging)

(singer vocalizing)

(dog whimpering)

- I knew they'd be watching the cities.

That's why we chose this place.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I suppose it was only a matter of time

before they sent someone to answer to the question,

"Why are you alive when you should be dead?"

That's what you want to know, isn't it?

- Ow! - Answer him!

- Something along those lines.

- Leave us.

The answer is easy.

In the land of the infected, the immune man is king.

- So if this is just a power trip, why stay hidden?

Why not show yourselves?

- You think we chose to cast off the apparel

of our former existence?

No, no, no.

We didn't choose anything.

We were delivered.

These walls around you,

they were built to last.

And so shall we.

What we've built here from the ashes is pure blood,

uninfected by the outside world,

until now.

- Have you found the cure?

- (laughs) Even now you still cling to hope.

If I were you, I would abandon any such thoughts.

- There's always hope.

- But there is no cure.

There never was.

We had prevailed here, not because of science,

but through natural selection.

Survival of the fittest.

We have earned the right to live here.

Purged of the likes of you.

Take them away.

- Don't you even want to know why we're here? (exclaims)

- That you're here at all is sin enough.

- It's the Reaper virus.

It's back.

And if he touches me one more time,

I will kill him where he stands, I swear.

(person grunting)

- How dare they send you here to ask for my help?

They started this fire.

They can burn in it!

(people clamoring)

(person screaming)

(siren wailing)

(doors slamming)

(person groans)

(ax thudding)

- [Automated Voice] Place your right hand on the screen.

(device beeping)

Now look into the retinal scanner.

(tense music)

(ax thudding)

- [Hatcher] We're losing our city.

- I better get out there.

- It's time to get you out, Prime Minister.

(device beeps)

(head thudding)

- [Automated Voice] Sub level six.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(alarm blaring)

(Bill exclaims)

(gun firing)

(doors whooshing)

- How the hell did this man... (gasping)

- Isolate him.

Put him in his office, and do it now.

- [Guard] Move, sir.

- I don't understand how ...

- [Guard] Keep your distance!

- Canaris, I,

Canaris!

- [Guard] Back away!

- Canaris!

- Good shot.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I was trying to save him!

(Prime Minister breathing heavily)

- [Kane] You brought impurity into our world.

You must be cleansed.

Do it.

- Please, Father.

Please.

Father, please!

No! (sobbing)

Daddy!

No!

Daddy!

Daddy! (whimpering)

No! (screaming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You, turn around.

Tie her hands.

- Sinclair, what did they call you

before they called you Major?

- Eden.

- Well, Eden, I still think this is a shit plan.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun fires)

(people chanting)

- So, tell me.

What's it like out there now?

- What do you care?

- I'm curious.

- Same shit, different era.

- So we did the right thing, then, eh,

by keeping ourselves to ourselves.

- Don't you mean turning your back?

You used to be a doctor.

At what point did you stop caring?

- |I used to be an idealist, too.

That night that they closed the gates.

That night, I lost everything.

My wife, my family.

You don't know the pain.

- You chose to stay hidden.

Your wife and family could still be out there.

You ever stop to think about their pain?

- I haven't slept one night in 25 years

without reliving that moment.

Who the hell are you to talk to me about pain?

What do you know?

What did you ever lose?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(people chanting)

(drum beating)

(door thudding)

(drum beating)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(footsteps thudding)

(all shouting)

- Bollocks!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eden grunting)

(Eden grunting)

(Eden grunting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(crowd cheering)

(both grunting)

(Eden grunting)

(Eden grunting) (crowd cheering)

(door opening)

- Daddy wants to see you.

- [Falco] Step away!

(neck cracking)

(both grunting)

- Don't fuck about, mate.

I'm not in the mood.

Stirling, get the keys!

(Catty spitting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Back off.

(person grunts)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(both grunting)

(crowd cheering)

(both grunting)

(crowd cheering)

(both grunting)

- Out of the way, you dozy twat!

(door slamming)

- [Norton] Grenades.

Lovely.

That'll do nicely.

Come on, Doctor!

(both grunting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(both grunting)

(all grunting)

(crowd exclaiming)

(both grunting)

(Eden grunting)

(crowd booing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Eden grunting)

(all shouting)

- I'll tell you what I've lost.

I've lost my bloody mind.

(Eden grunting)

(body thudding)

(all shouting)

- Execute the prisoners!

Now!

(explosion booming)

(people screaming)

Man the defenses!

We're under attack!

(suspenseful orchestral music) (all grunting)

- Nice. - Yeah?

- Cool.

Come, come, come.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Where are they?

Where are they?

(explosion booming) (person screaming)

Fuckers!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- You, finish her off.

- Shit.

(both grunting)

(gun fires)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Kane] Catty!

- [Stirling] Come on!

We have no time!

(person exclaiming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Come on.

Come on.

(explosion booming)

- Get to the horses!

(horse neighing) (suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Norton] Move it!

Move it!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Come on!

- [Catty] Grab the torches!

- Here you go. - Sergeant, jam the door.

- [Norton] Go on!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Sergeant, check and see if there's a backup generator.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

We're gonna need something, and fast.

(Norton grunting)

(lights thudding)

- Take your pick.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- [Eden] Let's try that box.

(person screaming)

- Well, what are you looking at?

Break that fucker down!

(upbeat rock music)

- Whoa. - Nice color.

I'll take it.

- I'll get those blast doors open.

- Sterling, Catty, fill her up.

- Where you going? - I'm gonna find a phone.

- Help me with it.

- Hurry up, you lazy twats!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(electricity crackling)

(electricity crackling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(door slamming)

Come on!

- Perfect.

(door whirring)

- Get in the back!

- What does it do?

- I'll show you what it does.

(engine revving)

(door whirring) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(arrow thwacking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(arrow thwacking)

(singer vocalizing)

(engine revving)

(metal scraping)

(door thudding)

(engine revving)

(gate crashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

- Nelson.

- We got the package.

We're on our way.

- Well, you'd better get here quick.

(engine revving)

Canaris is in charge now.

Hatcher's dead.

- Put him on.

- It's for you.

- [Canaris] Yes?

- You still want your prize?

Then follow this signal.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Trace the source.

Send the coordinates directly to me.

Okay, that's it.

Let's go.

Hold the fort while I'm away.

This is as far as you go.

We'll handle it from here.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(tires screeching)

- Un-bloody-believable!

- Fuck, yeah!

- [Stirling] Put your foot down!

- [Eden] I'm tired of running from these bastards.

Hold on!

(siren wailing)

(car thudding)

- Yeah!

(car thudding)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Sterling] Step on it!

- Fucker!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(car thudding)

(tires screeching)

(car thudding)

- Shit!

(glass shattering) - [Sterling] Jesus.

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

(gun firing)

(both exclaiming)

(siren wailing)

(car crashing)

- (breathing heavily) Too fucking close.

- You think?

(marauders screaming) (engines revving)

(tires screeching)

Hold on, we're going for a ride.

- Are you out of your fucking mind?

(engine revving)

(Sol screaming)

(Sol screaming)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(grand orchestral music)

(engine revving)

- Fuck!

(engines revving)

- Here they come.

- Come on!

(upbeat music)

(tires screeching)

(engines revving)

(tires screeching)

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ A point is all that you can score ♪

is Score them all, score them all

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ A point is all that you can score ♪

- No!

(engine revving)

(car thudding)

(all shouting)

(both screaming)

(both grunting)

(Eden grunting)

(car thudding)

(both grunting)

- Please.

Please stop!

You'll kill us.

(both grunting)

- [Stirling] Catty!

(engine revving)

(both grunting)

Get off of her, you bitch!

(Sol screaming)

(all screaming)

(engine revving)

(Sterling screaming)

(Sterling exclaiming)

(Sol screaming)

Here, I'll help you!

(all grunting)

(engine revving)

(Sterling screaming)

(engine revving)

(gun firing) (tires screeching)

(explosion booming)

♪ When two tribes go to war ♪

♪ A point is all that you can score ♪

- Catty!

(Sol screams)

(Sterling screaming)

(person screams)

(car thudding)

(engine revving)

(person screaming)

(car crashing)

Okay.

(all grunting)

(person screaming)

You like pain?

- Yeah.

- Have some of this!

(tires screeching)

(person screaming)

(explosion booming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(both grunting)

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

(both grunting)

Put your foot down!

Shit.

(car thudding)

(Sol screaming)

(Sol grunting)

- Catty!

Catty!

Catty!

Catty!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Sol screaming)

- No! - Oh, shit.

- No!

Stop!

(Sol screaming)

- You dirty fuckers!

(engines revving)

(Sol screaming)

Fuck!

(Sol screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(all shouting)

(fire whooshing) (metal clanging)

(Sol screaming)

(engine revving)

- Shit!

(all screaming)

(all screaming)

(car crashing) (explosion booming)

(Sol screaming)

(tires screeching)

(cars crashing) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(tires screeching)

(helicopter whirring)

(tires screeching)

(watch beeping) (suspenseful orchestral music)

- Major Sinclair.

You had me worried for a while.

Do you have it?

- I've got it.

- Where's the medical team?

- Let's not make this difficult.

You've done a good job.

We'll take it from here.

- Stirling, bring her out.

(tense music)

You have to forgive Stirling.

He's very involved with his work.

- Okay.

Let's go.

- We understand the need for sacrifice.

- The longer we leave it, the better shape we'll be in

once the dust settles.

Once the virus has eaten away the dead flesh,

then we'll make our move.

Just a question of timing.

- Making you the hero of the hour.

- You said you had the cure.

Where is it?

- She's the cure.

The survivors are immune.

We can use her blood to make a vaccine.

- Hand her over.

- She's not going anywhere without me.

- Captain. - Get behind me.

- Hand her over now.

- Go with them.

- I don't trust him.

- There's no choice.

- So that's it?

- I've got nothing left to bargain with.

I've done my job.

Now it's your turn.

- Is that all it was to you?

A job?

- That's right.

Now, take her and go.

(dramatic orchestral music) (Catty sniffling)

- Rough ride?

- Rough enough.

Don't suppose you've got a cigarette?

- Come with me.

I'll get you all the cigarettes you want.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Pity.

I could have used someone like you.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(helicopter whirring)

(watch beeps)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- She's so beautiful.

- You okay?

- Never better.

How'd you find me?

-I used to be a policeman once.

- I don't need it anymore.

- Really?

Did Canaris get what he wanted?

- He did.

I have a feeling he'll be holding onto it for awhile.

- Shit.

- Don't worry.

He gave me something in return.

All the evidence you'll need to bring Canaris down.

- He will come after you.

- Well, then he'll know where to find me.

- Mmm.

Come on.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Bill sighs)

(car lock beeping)

Just do me one favor.

Drive careful.

Be lucky.

(upbeat rock music)

(helicopter whirring)

- The longer we leave it,

the better shape we'll be in once the dust settles.

Once the virus has eaten away the dead flesh,

then we'll make our move.

- [Eden] Making you the hero of the hour.

(upbeat rock music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(door clicking)

(head thudding)

- If you're hungry,

try a piece of your friend!

(all screaming)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ One, take control of me ♪

♪ You're messing with the enemy ♪

♪ Said it's two, it's another trick ♪

♪ Messing with my mind, I wake up ♪

♪ Chase down an empty street ♪

♪ Blindly snap the broken beats ♪

♪ Said it's gone with the dirty trick ♪

♪ It's taken all these days to find ya ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I want you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I need you ♪

♪ Friends, take control of me ♪

♪ Stalking 'cross the gallery ♪

♪ All these pills got to operate ♪

♪ The color quits and all invade us ♪

♪ There it goes again ♪

♪ Take me to the edge again ♪

♪ All I got is a dirty trick ♪

♪ I'm chasing' down all walls to save ya ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I want you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I need you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ The blood ain't on my face ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ Just wanted you near me ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I want you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I need you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ The blood ain't on my hands ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ Just wanted you near me ♪

♪ I'll tell you I want you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ I'll tell you I need you ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ Yeah, I like it ♪

(singer vocalizing)

♪ Just wanted you near me ♪

(soft electronic music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(vocalist singing in foreign language)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)