All language subtitles for Doomsday.20089t

Like so many epidemics before,

the loss of so many lives began
with a single microscopic organism.

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.

It just happens.

Go back to your homes!

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!

In an attempt to quell the outbreak,
martial law was implemented.

Roadblocks set up.
Curfews enforced.

Come on, darling.
We have to walk now.

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.

Stay back!

You got to let us through!

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!

Everybody, down!

Don't shoot!

You fucker!

Fall back! Fall back!

Get out of the way!

Please let us go!

Onward!

Are you all right?

You bastard!

Look at me, darling. Look at...

Go! Go! Go!

Hold the line!

Gas!

Easy, girl. Come here.

Help me!

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!

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!

Stay back!

Take this!

So she'll know!

Hold on tight, sweetheart!

Eden!

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.

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,

consigning the country north of the wall
first to memory and eventually to history.

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.

- Targets are in play.
- Start recording.

Sinclair, Richter is the
biggest slave trader in the city.

I want him alive.

Your call.

Me and my boat, marooned on
this fucking island 25 years.

It's a full-time job, trying
to prevent it falling apart.

Come. Mind your head.

Best I could find. Straight
from the ghetto. Cheap. Clean.

Happy?

Very.

Shh.

What the fuck is this?

You prick!

Get the case.

Drop the gun!

Fucking nancy-boy!
Where's your partner? Tell me!

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.

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!

Shit.

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?

Michaelson was a good man.

Not the greatest
copper on the beat, but

a good man.

What happened in there?

See for yourself.

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.

Okay, let's do it!

Get back!

Get back!

- Thank you, Captain, that will be all.
- Sir.

- Canaris.
- Prime Minister.

- How long?
- 2 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.

Bloody Hell, George. What's
got your knickers in a twist?

National emergency, I'm afraid.
Briefing for the PM in 5 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.
- 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 3 years
ago, when these turned up.

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 3 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
6:00 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 arse 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.

Get in the car,
it's pissing down.

- 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.
- 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.

Look after this for
me, would you?

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 2 armored transports.

Scotland is still Why not fly in?
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.

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.

For your own safety,
return to your homes.

East London
is under martial law.

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.

- 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.

A team arrived 2 hours ago.
They're prepping their gear inside.

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,
2-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 2 in service.

Major, meet Corporal Read.
Tank driver.

- Major.
- Carry on, Corporal.

- Riflemen. Miller, Carpenter.
- 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 frontline equipment.
- A going-away present from Canaris.

Are we expecting trouble?

- Is there a problem?
- No.

No problem at all, Major.

Good.

This is our cargo, Doctors
Talbot and Stirling.

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 3 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.

Open the gate!

Sentry guns deactivated.

All right, Chandler.
Take us in.

- Shit!
- Chandler, what was that?

Chandler, why have you stopped?

- I think we hit something.
- Major.

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

All right, Miller.
Suit up and check it out.

- All right.
- Chandler, send up a flare.

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.

You know that Dr. Kane was
the best man in his field.

His papers on virus research were required
reading when I was in medical school.

Basically, he taught me
everything I know

but I never actually
met the man.

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.

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 coms set

till the power went
out permanently.

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.

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.

Clear.

Stirling, what do you
know about line of fire?

I'm a lab hound,
not a combat surgeon.

That's all we need.

Line of fire is the air between
the target and the weapon

through which the bullet
travels very fast.

It's also the last place you
want to be in a fire fight.

If anything happens, you get
behind me quick. Understood?

You wouldn't want me to blow your
brains out is what I understood.

Stand back.

All right, check your corners.

We're clear.

Read, Fresno, we're on the
fifth floor, we're going in.

Copy that,
everything quiet here.

I think the TV's buggered.

Talbot, Stirling.
You're up.

How the hell are we supposed
to find anything in this mess?

Just keep looking.

It would help if we knew
what we were looking for.

Some evidence of Kane's work.

I'll know when I see it.

Thanks.
That helps a bunch.

Shut it, Carpenter.

Major! Major!
We got a live one!

Chandler, did not copy! Say
again! There's a fucking girl here!

Outside on the street!

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!

Fresno, get your short,
hairy ass back in the vehicle.

Hey, hey. It's okay.
It's gonna be okay. Whoa!

- 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.

- Major, this lab looks untouched.
- Take a look. We're right behind you.

- Talbot, get down now!
- Christ!

Shit!

- Read, emergency Evac! Now!
- Copy that!

I've reached Stirling. I need
my torch! I need my torch!

Major!
Checking the back door!

Shit!

Chandler get back in
the fucking APC now!

Okay, I'm moving!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

We're rolling!

We're not getting out that way!

Jesus Christ!

Burn, you fuckers!

Fuck!

- Chandler, you're on fire!
- Don't I fucking know it!

Major, we are under attack!
I repeat, we are under attack!

Bastards!

APC 1 is down!

Shit!

Repeat, APC 1 is down!
We've lost Chandler!

- Fuck!
- Get to the elevator, sub level 1.

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

Get the fuck in!
Move! Move!

- Sergeant! Cover fire!
- Copy!

- Miller, foam grenade.
- Whatever this plan is,

- Make it snap
py!
- Shotgun!

Major, what are
we doing in here?

Going down!
Pull it now!

Major, you are
completely insane!

- Fuck!
- Check your corners! Check your corners!

Move! Move! Move! Miller,
get that fucking hatch open!

Oh, shit!

Get in!
We've gotta go now!

Move it, Read!
Go! Go! Go!

Is anybody injured?
Is everybody okay?

- I'm okay.
- I'm fine.

What the fuck
happened back there?

Read's got multiple
impact warnings.

- Read!
- Stop, stop the car!

Read! Look out!

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

- Miller, cover Norton!
- Covering fire!

- Wait, wait, wait, tourniquet.
- I'm doing it! I'm doing it!

- Norton, alleyway!
- Copy!

- Stirling, go with him!
- He needs my help!

- Get over here!
- Go! - Move it!

- Get behind me!
- Miller! Get Talbot!

- Fuck!
- Major, go!

Major, fucking go!

Come on, then, you fuckers!

Fuck!

I'm out!

- Get your hands off me!
- Talbot! We can't leave him.

Go! Go! Go!
Move it!

Savages!

This one's for Sol.

Shit, man.

I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.

I got a bit carried away.

But if you keep
going on like this...

See? There I go again.

I am sorry.
I am so sorry.

But you are making me
so fucking mad!

Just talk to me.

Who are you?

What the fuck is the matter
with you? Enjoy pain, is that it?

‘Cause you are fucking
asking for it!

Norton to Sinclair, Norton to
Sinclair, do you copy? Over.

Norton to Sinclair, Norton
to Sinclair, come in.

Sooner or later, you're going to
have to consider the possibility

that they're dead.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry
to be blunt, but...

We still have a job to do,
with or without Major Sinclair.

Yeah, and right now,
my job is you.

If anything happens to you
now, Dr. Stirling, we're fucked.

Let's try again. 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?

Fuck you!

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.

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.

Can you hear that?

The hounds are hungry!

It's feeding time
at the fucking zoo!

We need this one alive.
Make sure she stays that way.

Nice watch.

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!

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

Ladies and gentlemen!
Here he is, the head chef,

the big cheese,
the sunshine of your lives!

It's Sol!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have a rare treat
in store for you!

Medium fucking rare!

Kane thought he could
tell us what to do,

and we told Kane,

"Fuck you!”

Fuck you!

This is our city!

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

We're gonna cook them!

And we're gonna eat them!

Eat them, man!

Here we go!

No! No! No!

Burn him! Burn him!

Please! Please!
No! No!

Get off!

You bitch!

Yes!

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

Hey!

What do I have to
do to get a drink?

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

That wasn't so painful, was it?

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.

Look out!

You can let go now.

Move it!

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.

Come on.

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.

Go! Go! Go!

When I grab you,

I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!
Run, you little fucker!

Come on!
Come on! Come on!

Leg it!

Come on!

This way!

Fucking move it!

- Fire up the engine!
- Norton, if you can hear me, platform 4!

Are you coming or not?

Come on!

Come on! Move it!

- Get on!
- You fucker!

Come on, Stirling!

No!

Come on!

Stirling, get down!

Come on!

Come on!

Move it!

Come on! Run, Major! Faster!

Come on!

No!

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 make 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.

What is this place?

- A shortcut through the mountain.
- We use it all the time.

Looks like an old military
facility or something.

Whatever it was, they left in a hurry.
Didn't even bother to lock the doors.

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

Don't know, mate, but those
blast doors are 12 inches thick.

Whatever it is, somebody
somewhere wanted it kept safe.

Somebody's coming.

Telamon.

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.

There's something
you don't see everyday.

No! No! Joshua!

No! No! No!

Come on!
Come on! Move!

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.

Wayward daughter returns.

You brought some friends.

Came over the wall.
We want to see Kane.

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?

Even now you still
cling to hope huh?

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?

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.

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

They started this fire.

They can burn in it!

Place your right hand
on the screen.

Now look into
the retinal scanner.

We're losing our city.

I better get up there.

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

Sub level 6.

How the hell did this man...

Isolate him. Put him in
his office, and do it now.

- Move, sir.
- I don't understand how I...

- Keep your distance!
- Canaris, I...

- Canaris!
- Back away!

Canaris!

Good shot.

I was trying to save him!

You brought impurity into our world.
You must be cleansed.

Do it.

Please, Father. Please.

Father, please! No!

Daddy! No! Daddy!

Daddy!

No!

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.

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,
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?

Bollocks!

Daddy wants to see you.

Step away!

Don't fuck about, mate.
I'm not in the mood.

Stirling, get the keys!

Back off.

Out of the way, you dozy twat!

In there.

Doctor, not now.

Grenades. Lovely. That'll
do nicely. Come on, Doctor!

I'll tell you what I've lost.

I've lost my bloody mind.

Execute the prisoners! Now!

Man the defenses!
We're under attack!

That's it.

- Nice.
- Yeah? Cool.

Come, come, come.

Where are they?
Where are they?

Fuckers!

You, finish her off.

Shit.

Cally!

Come on!
We have no time!

Watch out. Come on.
Come on.

Get to the horses!

Move it! Move it!

- Come on!
- Grab the torches!

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

Go on!

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

We're gonna need
something, and fast.

Take your pick.

Let's try that box.

No!

Well, what are you looking
at? Break that fucker down!

- Whoa.
- Nice color. I'll take it.

- I'll get those blasting doors
- Stirling, Cally, fill her up.

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

Help me with it.

Hurry up, you lazy twats!

Come on!

Perfect.

- Get in the back!
- What does it do?

I'll show you what it does.

Nelson.

We got the package.
We're on our way.

Well, you'd better
get here quick.

Canaris is in charge now.
Hatcher's dead.

Put him on.

It's for you.

Yes?

You still want your prize?
Then follow this signal.

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.

Un-bloody-believable!

Fuck, yeah!

Put your foot down!

I'm tired of running
from these bastards.

Hold on!

Yeah!

Step on it!

Fucker!

- Shit!
- Jesus.

Too fucking close.

You think?

Hold on, we're going for a ride.

Are you out of your
fucking mind?

Fuck!

Here they come.

Come on!

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

Please.

Please stop!
You'll kill us.

Cally!

Get off of her, you bitch!

Cally!

Okay.

- You like pain?
- Yeah.

Have some of this!

Put your foot down!

No.

Cally!

Cally! Cally! Cally!

No!
Oh, shit.

No! Stop!

You dirty fuckers!

Fuck!

Shit!

What the fuck's
going on, Sinclair?

They want my cure.

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.

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. A lot
of good people died for this!

Is that all it was to you?

A job?

That's right.

Now, take her and go.

- Rough ride?
- Rough enough.

Don't suppose
you've got a cigarette?

Come with me. I'll get you
all the cigarettes you want.

Pity. I could have used
someone like you.

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.

Come on.

Just do me one favor.
Drive careful.

Be lucky.

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.

Making you the hero of the hour.

If you're hungry,

try a piece of your friend!