Farid Morocco
It's been three months
since WWN reporter Katya Nevin was taken hostage.
Although her abductors are believed to be part
of a known terrorist organization,
it's unclear what their motives are
since there has been no contact from them,
nor any ransom demands made at this time.
It's feared they may want retribution
for a damning report Miss Nevin presented
about the barbaric nature of the terrorists
during recent confrontations in the East.
- Come in.
- Hi.
You all right?
- I'm fine.
- I'm just about to do a coffee run.
You've got some time.
Can I get you anything? No.
- Thanks.
No more caffeine.
- It's just jitters.
- Katya, no one's gonna judge you if you don't do this.
If you're not ready--
- Why does everyone keep saying that?
I'm ready, okay?
Look,
I know you mean well.
Could you just give me some space?
- Sure.
- Go!
Get out!
- Okay, everyone, we've cut to our cave.
We are back in three.
- Can we have a look at camera three please, Steve?
He's looking a little soft to me.
- Here we go, Lou.
Coffee latte, one sweetener.
- Sal, you're a godsend.
I am dying here.
- Is there anything else I can get for you?
- Do you know if the new edit suites are installed or not?
Actually, it's not your department.
Don't worry, it's fine.
- No, no, no! Let me just find out for you
and I'll get back to you.
- Above and beyond.
I like it.
Keep it up.
It's working.
- Thanks.
- You!
P.A.
Yes, you!
Is that my coffee?
- Why didn't you say anything when I was doing the rounds?
- A good production assistant
anticipates the needs of her superiors,
if she values her job.
Understand?
Good.
Always keep the talent happy.
Go on.
Off you go. We're done.
- I hate you so fucking much.
I just wanted a coffee.
Sally, what's up?
- I came to ask about the new editing suites.
- Christian just texted.
He's waiting in the van.
Everything's under control.
- Okay.
- Hey, Sally.
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Sally.
- Just a shitty day.
So unprofessional.
- I'm fine.
It's just one thing after the other.
How does McDonald think it's okay
to just humiliate someone in front of the entire crew?
He's such an arrogant prick.
And then Katya snapped at me and I couldn't sleep--
- Nothing, she's just agitated.
You know how she gets.
Always an island.
Alex, she's just about to go on--
- No one's an island, Sally.
So come on, move out the door.
- Alex, she's just about to go on air.
Shit!
- Katya, it's me.
Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- You don't have to pretend, Katya.
Not to me.
- Alex, please.
I have to do this.
- You said the same thing about going to Burma.
"I have to go where the story takes me," you said.
Then I almost lost you.
- That's not fair.
- No, it's not.
But it did happen to you, Katya. Didn't it?
I just don't think you should. Alex!
- We're not doing this right now.
- But Katya. No!
- Alex, the decision's made.
Just drop it.
- Come here.
It's okay.
Look at me.
Focus on my breath, okay?
That's it.
That's it, breathe.
- What you still doing with me, Alex?
I'm broken.
- I'm putting the pieces back together.
- You don't have to feel responsible for me.
We are a family, Katya.
The three of us.
Til the end.
Maybe, when you're ready, it could be a ring.
- Once step at a time, tiger.
- I know, I know.
But you know what,
I'll wait as long as I have to.
Oh, it's Chris.
I'm so sorry, I have to go.
- Okay.
Come see me after the broadcast, all right?
I'll take you for a coffee.
- Yeah.
Love you.
- Come on! Come on!
Shit!
- Sir, you're impeding on a government investigation.
- I just paid six quid for that meal.
Is the government gonna pay me back?
- You're a trained operative.
Start acting like one.
- Target is in the open and we have lost visual.
He's on foot.
Last seen heading west on central street.
- I think I know where he's going.
Let's move.
- I said, let's move!
- Christian, I told you a thousand times.
You can't smoke here.
Do you know how late you are?
- Do you know how hard it is
to get across this city during rush hour?
- Yes, I do.
I make the same trip every morning before nine.
Not ten.
Nine!
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
- All right, I'm late.
I'm always late.
- Yeah and I'm getting sick of covering for you.
- Then don't!
Do you think I give a shit about this job?
- I give a shit.
I vouched for you, man.
Every time you're late,
every time you fuck around,
or every time you do stupid shit like this,
it reflects badly on me.
- I wouldn't want to spoil your perfect reputation.
- You know what, just drive.
- Katya Nevin!
Where is she?
- She knows me.
I'm Greg Laborde.
Professor Greg Laborde.
- Is everything all right, Andrea?
- Please, it's imperative I see Miss Nevin immediately!
- We have protocols, sir.
If you don't have an appointment,
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
- Put the gun down and give me the drive, now.
Killing you won't wear on my conscious in the slightest.
- Wait.
He might not have it.
- Get Katya Nevin down here now!
- Sally, they need Katya!
- She's hitting the silent alarm.
In five minutes, this place will be crawling
with the domestics.
- We can deal with domestics.
- Katya, there's a situation downstairs.
- Coming up next, the news and the weather.
- With an update on how strong winds
have forced the closure of the music festival in Datum.
- Yes, the wind seems to be influencing people
in the studio at the moment.
- You're on in seven minutes.
- Sally, first and foremost, I'm an investigative reporter,
okay?
I follow the story.
- Guys, we are live.
- I need to speak to Lou.
- Katya!
- Everyone here in the studio in impervious to weather.
Well, it looks as if they're getting a bit wet to me.
- Why are you always to eager
to put yourself at risk, Katya?
Look, this is a story, Sally.
My story.
- No one has ever accused you of being a wet blanket.
- That's just where she's been trying to get me for years.
Under those blankets, but there's no chance.
- Guys, we are trying to make a news program here.
- Lou, there's a lunatic downstairs,
waving a gun around and demanding Katya by name.
She can't go down there.
You have to tell her.
- He's an old source.
My first time out in the field,
it was his story that broke my career.
- Theoretical biology.
I remember it.
Great piece.
Unique.
Do you know him well?
- Well enough to know his is completely out of character.
He's obviously in some kind of danger.
- I'll give you half an hour.
I'll dig out some archive to run.
Sally, go with her.
- This is insane.
I can't even believe we're considering this.
- Don't go far away.
There's lots more coming up in just a moment.
- Stay with us, we'll be right back.
- Okay, we get it.
You're in a hurry.
- You're loving this, aren't you?
You gotta get used to me and Katya.
I'm telling you, she's the one.
- Keep telling yourself.
- Yeah, I've been looking at rings.
- You've been with this chick a fucking year, Alex.
- Listen, all I'm asking you for is a little bit of support.
Okay?
You're the only family I've got left.
You want me to walk you down the fucking aisle?
Why don't you support yourself?
That's what you're good at anyway.
- That's not fair.
You've got some brass fucking balls on you
talking to me about fair.
Fuck this.
I'm going for a smoke.
- Yeah, fuck off.
Reggie?
Phillis?
Reggie
Reggie?
Phillis?
Phillis!
Phillis
Chris!
- No closer!
- Laborde!
- Katya, quickly come here.
Take it!
- Stand back for your own safety.
- This is the biggest story of your career!
Take it!
- You're gonna wanna give me that right now.
- Sally.
Go upstairs, now!
- But.
- Go!
- I'm just a great admirer of your work, professor.
You. Where did you send the drive?
- I know my rights.
I don't need to tell you anything
until you identify yourself.
- Proteus, she's a civilian.
- Nah.
She's not a civilian.
Something special.
Now where did your colleague take my drive?
- Fuck you.
- Let's go!
Get something!
- Officers.
This situation is under government jurisdiction.
Are you fucking kidding me?
It's a massacre out there.
- Everybody needs to just stay calm, okay?
Everything's under control.
Look at it!
What's fucking happening, man?
- All right.
- What comes next needs strength, character.
You were just the logical choice.
- I'm scared.
You can't afford that luxury.
What's the situation here?
- Take it easy.
- Please, go!
- Come on.
What's your end game here?
Just put the gun down.
- Answers, now!
- You're not government.
You were the inside source.
Have you any idea what you've done?
- I did my duty to my people.
You think your people are safe from this?
No one is safe.
Safety is just an illusion.
Power. Loyalty.
That's real.
- Death is real.
That's what's coming for us.
Me, you, your benefactors.
All of us.
I'm infected!
Shit!
Ashcroft.
Upstairs!
Ashcroft, the ax.
(reporter speaking foreign language)
- Katya, what the hell is going on?
Jesus.
- Sally took it to tech.
Let's just get the weight off your feet,
you poor thing.
- Get off me, I can do it on my own.
- Don't worry, everyone.
Everything's under control.
Katya.
- Look at me!
Self defense, all right?
You tell those fuckers, when they question you,
you had no choice.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened in there, man?
Fuck, finger prints.
- I think she was eating Reggie.
Why are you laughing?
- Relax, man!
You're going into shock.
- Yeah and why the fuck aren't you?
We need to get our story straight before the police arrive.
- I told you the fucking story, Chris!
Oh shit!
Oh fuck!
I'm fucked.
Oh, I am so, so, so fucked.
Give me a cigarette.
- I thought you quit.
- Don't start with me now.
- It's my last one.
- Chris!
I just killed someone!
I think I'm allowed the last fucking cigarette!
- Fuck, man!
They're fucking eating him!
- Katya,
you're scaring me.
Helps me even my breathing.
- Are you seeing someone about this?
- Of course I am.
- And they cleared you to come back to work, right?
Katya,
this is getting serious.
I need you to tell me what you know.
Why my people are getting shot at in their place of work.
Katya?
Are you listening to me?
Katya?!
- Shut the fuck up!
What was on the drive?
- Oh, shit.
I'm not getting a signal.
This is bad. This is really bad.
- Studio, this is Alex Petit.
Lou
Goddamn it, where are they?
We're out of range!
You fucking idiot!
Look at it out there.
This is about us now,
not them.
Not her.
- You know we have to go back, Chris.
We can't deal with this on our own.
- Why can't you tell your old man
I don't have to do shit.
I'm not gonna die for your woman!
Do you not see what's happening out there?
We need people! We need a group!
- We've got a group.
You and me!
Why is that never enough for you?
- Look, I won't make it back there on my own,
but I'm going either way.
I need you on my side here, Chris.
Not Katya.
Me!
I'm asking you, as your brother,
what's it gonna take?
- Fuck!
Let's get the fuck out of here!
I'll cover this side!
- Lock the door, now!
Civilians, clear the doors now!
Who are you?
- What part of what I just said need followup questions?
- No, no, no.
Good.
- Look, everyone go back to your offices,
lock yourselves in and hide.
The building is under attack.
- The lift's been blocked.
How?
- What you mean, we're under attack?
- I've gotta get out of here.
- No!
- This way, quick!
!
- Wait, hold on.
Jill, come in.
Jill?
- Thank God.
Jill, it's Mark from downstairs.
Listen, where are you?
I'm on break.
- Look, I need you at the second floor maintenance lift now!
And bring your keys, okay?
- Okay.
Be down in 10 minutes.
- No, your break is fucking over!
Get down here right now!
A state of emergency!
I'm telling you, it's too little, too late!
Everywhere is in a state of panic!
It's totally out of control!
- We've waited quite long enough.
I've got dinner plans this evening.
Come on, girl! Play it!
- My name is Sally.
I've worked here for two years.
Lou said to wait for Katya before we do anything,
so we're waiting.
- Listen to me,
Sally.
If you value your future here,
you'll do your very best to keep on my good side.
All I have to do is to put in a phone call
and I'll never see you again.
Now play it!
- Don't you worry.
He gave me, word for word,
that exact same speech in '98
when I refused to suck his dick at the Christmas party.
Stuck in the '70s.
- Oh, hello.
- Carpenter!
Carpenter, come!
- Wait!
No!
- Listen, bitch, what the fuck do you know about it?
- I'll tell you what's wrong with me.
I am sick and tired of being disrespected
by this woman!
- Peter, you need to earn respect,
you sexist asshole.
- I have earned it.
I have been the cornerstone of this network
since 1975!
- Here we go. Same old story.
You're like a broken fucking record.
- Hey!
Not the time.
Play the video.
- This is Professor Greg Laborde.
This is my final report regarding the giant virus,
Pandora Viridae Siberiacum.
This is not a sanctioned report.
It is my confession.
Discovered in the frozen soil
beneath the now melting permafrost in Siberia.
It survived in stasis for around 30 thousand years.
At first it appeared dormant.
Harmless to humans.
However, when introduced into our rat's bloodstreams,
we found that it had awakened,
infecting the rats as rapidly and competitively
as anything I've ever seen.
Pandora Viridae caused total circularity shutdown
over a variable period of one to 24 hours.
In the broadest terms,
the rats were still functioning,
albeit, in a heightened state of aggression.
Even though the virus had effectively killed them.
I was able to procure a sizable government contract
almost immediately.
Unlimited finance,
resources.
They wanted me to prolong the lives of willing soldiers.
Allow them to keep fighting,
even though they should be dead,
incapacitated.
- No, this is a hoax.
- Bollocks!
Left-wing, anti-coalition propaganda is what it is.
There's no virus.
- Laborde is easily the most credible source I've ever had.
Why would he lie?
- I don't know.
Cause he's a fucking liar.
- I knew it was unethical.
I told myself that the end somehow justifies the means.
I was wrong.
Transference occurs by ingestion
of contaminated bodily fluids.
Either orally
or through contact of infected material with,
say, an open wound.
A scratch or a bite has proved fatal in 100 percent
of the cases we've all observed.
Once infected, these automatons become
single-minded in their effort to consume
living organic matter.
They gain no biological sustenance whatsoever
from this practice,
but it seems to be all that drives them.
Once fully reanimated,
removal of the head or destruction of the brains
is the surest method of dispatch.
They just keep coming.
On February the 23, 2017,
the lab was breached.
Most likely a terrorist cell.
Whoever they are, they must have had a source on the inside.
They knew exactly what they were looking for
and they took everything.
Enough samples were stolen
to target at least 40 population zones at once.
Should that be the case,
it would be the extinction of
at least 99 percent of the human race.
I don't know what's going on anymore,
who to trust.
I'm getting out.
I'm going to wipe my data,
destroy all my samples,
everything.
Soon,
this will be the only empirical trace
of Pandora Viridae Siberiacum.
I'm going to expose it to the world.
But I've made my choices
and I will suffer the consequences
along with everybody else.
It's not safe here, Katya.
I'm not sure if it's safe anywhere.
I'm gonna have to cut this.
I'm sorry, Katya, to burden you with this.
I just didn't know who else to turn to.
You have integrity
and courage.
Goodbye, Katya,
and good luck.
- Come on, Katya.
The extinction of the human race?
Who is this guy?
He just blew his brains out in front of me
because he believed he was infected.
- Oh my God.
- No.
This isn't real.
This isn't happening.
How much time do we have?
We've gotta get out of here.
- No.
Right now, we're secure.
If we leave the studio,
we're totally exposed.
Jesus.
- No.
That's not real.
This isn't happening.
That's not happening.
- Lou, why haven't we heard anything about this before?
What are the other networks broadcasting?
- All down.
- Sally's right.
I'm not staying here.
- This is your story.
We've got to put it out there, warn people.
We can't just abandon our posts.
- I never said that.
Look, we don't have to physically be here
to put this on air, do we?
Can't you broadcast on a loop?
- Well, yes, but it would take hours to set up.
- Set it up.
I'll shoot an address,
we'll paste it on to Laborde's confession
and then we'll leave it out there
for as long as the power holds.
Agreed?
- You better have a plan.
- I do.
Survive.
- All over the world
there are these digital broadcast satellite channels.
Independent of the big networks.
It's a long shot,
but there's just a chance that maybe some of them
picked up...
Oh, God.
- Paris.
Martin lives there.
- I'm so scared.
- It's okay.
- Shut that thing up, man!
- Still no signal.
- I don't know what you're smiling about.
She might as well be on the fucking moon.
- Come on, we've come this far.
What's an extra mile?
- It's pushing our luck is what it is, Alex, okay?
She's not part of the fucking plan.
- Don't force me to make the hard decision, Chris.
Don't do that to me again.
When there's pussy in the mix.
You sound like a little fucking brat.
- Do you know who you sound like?
- Don't you fucking dare, man!
- You sound like dad.
What the fuck?
Run!
(reporter speaking foreign language)
- Fuck!
- One.
Two.
Three.
- Whoa!
Easy.
- We're closed.
Get away from me! All right!
- Get out of my shop!
- Chill out! Chill out!
- Fuck!
Christian!
- Help me.
- Chris!
I think I broke my fucking shoulder.
- Holy shit, they're so fast.
- Don't kill me.
Just take whatever you want and go.
- Oh great and this is what we're going now?
- Look, if it's as bad as it looks out there,
I'll never eat quick right now.
Are you?
- Can't feel my legs.
- Come on, man, you gotta get up.
- Okay.
I can't. Just leave me.
- Shit, this guy's going nowhere.
- Well then, I guess we can take these.
And check this.
Yeah, we're not in bad shape.
- We'd be in better shape if there were more of us.
- We have to try and manage.
- Now we've got a gun.
- Yeah and how many bullets are in that thing?
- Four. Okay.
But it's better than none.
Anyway, what if I was wrong before?
What if it's not as bad as it looks out there?
Maybe the army will be through here shortly.
- I know it's bad enough that we need more
than four fucking bullets.
I'm not waiting for the army.
I don't wanna die here.
We need to cover ground.
A car, I don't care, anything.
- I don't care.
Take your pick after we get Katya.
- Just boost a car.
What if we set off an alarm?
Then we're fucked!
- We're already fucked!
Get that through your head
before you get us both killed.
- Gentlemen!
I have a car!
You're the one airing your daddy issues
in the middle of the street
where we're supposed to be hiding!
I have a car! Fuck you!
- You gutted me, your piece of shit.
That was your fault!
- Oh, of course, it's always my fault.
- It's nice you finally admit it, man.
You need to grow up and take some fucking responsibility.
- Gentlemen!
I have a car!
A nice car.
This is not a nice fucking car.
Shit! Look out!
Where the fuck did you learn to drive like this?
- I took a rally driving class last year.
Thank fuck you did.
- No, thank Katya.
- What are you doing, you crazy fuck?!
Hold on!
Oh my God! I can't believe that we made it!
That was fucking awesome, man!
We need a plan!
I'm thinking the docks.
Okay, I like it.
We could find a boat.
Tell me that's not a solid plan.
- Maybe I could get a signal on the walkie.
- Fuck the walkie.
- If we can just, I don't know, talk to her.
What if she's waiting for us?
- There you go again, "what if."
What if she's dead?
- Look, why are we bickering like two little girls?
I mean, we need to keep moving.
As long as we're in this car--
- Fuck!
- Oh shit!
Fuck!
Move!
Come on, hurry up!
Come on, let's go!
(police sirens wailing
We have videos coming in
from the internet of attacks.
Head shots. Arm yourself and shoot to kill.
You gotta go for the head shots.
God help you all.
God help America.
God help the future we hope of ourselves.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Katya Nevin
and this is an emergency address.
As many of you
are no doubt already experiencing,
the country,
perhaps the entire planet,
is under siege
by the reanimated bodies of the recently dead.
The cause looks to be the world wide release
of a virus called Pandora Viridae Siberiacum.
Make no mistake, this is an attack
on a scale the likes of which has never been seen.
At the time of this address,
we have no information as to the perpetrators.
What is to follow is a video confession
from the professor who discovered this virus.
Do not direct your anger towards him.
Heed his words.
It is imperative that as many as possible
survive these first days.
Humanity will need you for what comes next.
As of now,
our immediate concerns are right at our doors.
Your loved ones,
all your friends or colleagues,
if they have been infected,
they are now lost to you.
They are your enemies.
And they must be approached with either extreme caution
or extreme prejudice.
A new predator succeeds us on the food chain.
Survival now comes at a cost.
Find it and pay it gladly.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I wish you the best of luck.
(reporter speaking foreign language)
- Studio, this is Alex Petit.
Katya, are you there?
- Studio, this is Alex Petit, respond.
Do you even know how to pilot a boat?
- You captain a boat, dickhead.
- You captain ship, bitch,
not a boat.
- This is Professor Greg Laborde.
April the 22nd, 2017.
Time...
4:09 AM.
This is my final report regard the giant virus,
Pandora Viridae Siberiacum.
This is not a sanctioned report.
It is my confession.
Discovered in the frozen soil
beneath the now melting permafrost in Siberia.
We estimated that Pandora Viridae Siberiacum
survived in stasis for around 30 thousand years.
At first it appeared dormant.
Harmless to humans.
- Andrea, stay with me!
Whoa!
- Everyone! Everyone, calm down!
Fucking calm down?!
We're gonna die in this room now!
- If we stay put in the studio,
we're locked down.
We can stay alive until the army--
Who is gonna come here for us?
Either those things out there or the police.
- This is getting completely out of control.
- All right!
All right, it's bad!
But where are we going to run?
If one of you leaves the studio,
we are all put in jeopardy.
Look, we need to document this.
We need to put this out there.
The public needs to know.
- Fuck off!
Fuck off with your crusade, Lou.
Stick it up your fucking ass!
I'm getting out of here
and if anybody wants to live,
let's go!
Get your skinny ass out of the way!
- Peter, you're right.
We stay here and we're dead.
We can't make it down all of those stairs.
Not without weapons, without torches,
we'd be overrun in about five seconds.
!
We have sail down to the front of the fucking building?
- There's a roof access stairway on this floor.
Alex and I used to eat lunch up there sometimes.
Look, the only way to get to it
is through the studio.
So it should be clear, in theory.
There's a fuse box.
We trip the switch, try and ride the lift down.
It might take more than one trip,
but I can guarantee more of us will survive.
- And what makes you so fucking qualified
to make this assessment?!
- Look, Peter,
all of you!
I can't make you wait.
But if you leave now, you'll die.
It's that simple.
You think you can outrun them?
After two heart attacks, Peter?
Come on.
You need to be smarter than that.
We all need to be smart.
Just give me ten minutes.
I'll have the power back,
we'll have lights and we'll stand a chance.
- Fine! Fine!
10 minutes!
- Fuck off.
What about the broadcast?
- Broadcast's dead.
- So are we.
Why run?
- One way or the other, I'm getting out of this building.
The decision's made.
Studio, this is Alex Petit, are you there?
Studio, this is Alex Petit, respond.
Who is this?
Are you okay?
- Oh God, I thought for sure you were dead.
Where are you?
- We're at the docks.
It's not looking good out here.
We're coming to get you.
- We're not, Alex.
We're fucking not!
Is that Christian?
- Alex, don't come back here, the place is infested.
- Katya, it's breaking up.
We're coming back to get you.
We're coming now.
- Alex, don't come back here.
Can you hear me, please?
Alex, respond.
- Christian!
- Fucking dick.
- Fuck off!
- She's pregnant.
Katya's pregnant.
- That city is a mass grave.
To go in there, you're not coming back out.
This is it, Alex.
Fine, then go.
I don't do goodbyes.
(reporter speaking foreign language)
- Oh, shit!
- You said we were locked down up here.
- Yeah.
- The doors.
They're on reinforced electronic locks.
Pretty much impossible to bypass without a keycard.
- And how do they work without power?
Fuck!
- Mother fucker!
Eat this, you bitch!
- Andrea.
Andrea, come on, come on.
You're gonna be okay.
She's gonna be okay.
Fuck!
- I thought you were dead.
- I don't know.
It was chaos.
- You saw the video.
You know how easily this thing spreads.
- Everybody, can I have your attention?
We're safe for now.
At least, unless the power fails again.
But there is something that we need to address.
This is not going to be easy to hear.
The virus that causes this illness
is extremely contagious.
If you were bitten or scratched,
there's a high chance that you could be infected.
- Get the fuck out of the way, you stupid cow.
- You're bitten!
He's bitten!
- I am not bitten.
- And who do you think you're fucking talking to?
I am the face of the network.
If it wasn't for me.
Calm down!
- He was bitten.
I had to!
- Calm down.
Sally.
Help.
- I had to.
I had to.
- Jesus.
He's still moving.
(reporter speaking foreign language)
I need you.
Alex, please respond.
Please.
I can't do this on my own.
Lou, what's happened?
- They were out there
waiting for us.
We're trapped.
- Alex and Christian are alive out there,
which means there must be others too.
We can make it, we just need a plan.
- We have a plan.
We're going to fortify the studio as best we can.
Water?
- There's bottled water in all the dressing rooms.
That'll last awhile if a ration it
and as for food,
we'll figure something out.
Lou, that's not an answer.
- Katya, you didn't see what we're up against.
We are TV professionals, not warriors.
- Don't make me do this alone.
- Sweetheart,
I think you should lie down.
- No!
- Face reality, Katya.
You're just as doomed as the rest of us.
- I've been doomed before, Lou.
I didn't lie down then.
I'm not lying down now.
Everyone listen to me.
If we stay here, this studio will be our tomb.
- We could fight.
Isn't that what we do?
Leah, I've watched your career since I was girl.
You're one of the original female news anchors.
A crusader for women everywhere.
A fighter.
And Lou, an openly gay man working in the media in the 70s
and you're telling me
you don't know how to fight for something?
I don't believe that.
Yeah, this might be bigger than everyone one of us,
but if we fight together,
if we work as a crew,
we stand a chance.
There is always a way.
- Don't you guys get pissed tested?
I did.
- Look!
They're planning something.
Of course they are.
We're ditching them.
They've become a detriment to the mission.
- What was the last admission, Proteus?
"This is Ashcroft to command. Over.
"Does anybody copy?
"This is Agent Ashcroft. Over.
"Does anybody respond?"
Gentlemen, if you please put your MP-5s on the ground
on your way out.
- Fucking scumbag.
MP-5s! Ground, now!
I could do you now
or you could take your chances out there.
Fuck.
- Sally, get up.
- I can't.
- Look, there's not second chances now, Sally.
Once we're gone, you're on your own.
- Katya, I've been bitten.
- Oh, Sally.
Oh, God.
- That's it. It's fine.
Just leave me here.
It won't be so bad.
- Good luck.
- You too.
You need it more than me.
- Okay, guys, remember.
As hard as you can and at the skull only.
These things won't go down until the brain's destroyed.
Be warned.
Hesitate and you're dead.
Are we ready?
- We're ready.
- Let's go.
- This way.
- Kill him.
- I can't kill him.
- Kill him, for fuck's sake.
- I can't!
- Shit.
Fuck you!
Fuck!
- Okay, Lou.
On my mark, open the door.
Everyone,
get ready to start swinging.
Okay?
You ready?
- Yes.
- Now!
- Katya!
- Katya,
are you all right?
Someone help me get her to the studio.
Katya?
- Fuck!
Christian, get down.
- You're welcome, bye the way.
- Okay, there's a whole bunch of police cars parked
in front of the building.
If we can get to them without being spotted,
we can sneak right out to the door.
- That's a relief.
Were you just gonna run across and hope for the best?
- Misdirection.
First rule of slight of hand.
Yes.
Look,
it kills me that you had the balls to tell dad
to go fuck himself.
I spent all these years convinced that you abandoned me.
But you know what?
You're the only one that didn't.
You're not the coward, I am.
Fuck that shit.
I'm done with the past.
Better late than never, right?
Go! Go!
Come on!
- Oh shit!
What the fuck?
Get moving, Alex!
Go! Go! Go!
Go!
Go! Go!
- Oh shit!
- Give me a fucking break!
There!
We can't get out.
- Fuck!
I knew this would happen!
I fucking knew it!
- Calm down! I need to fucking think!
There is one way in and out.
We're fucked!
- I'm sick of this shit, man.
It's your fucking fault.
If we weren't late this morning,
I would've been here on time.
I'd be in the building with Katya.
I had a good life!
You have to come here and fuck it up,
like you fuck up everything!
Look at me.
I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I'm just losing my fucking head, that's all.
Do you trust me?
Okay.
I got a fucking plan.
- I hope she's worth it.
Let's go.
- Five targets.
The entrance to the studio is right behind them.
- Proteus.
When we get in there.
- Five targets, eight shots.
That's plenty.
- Jesus Christ.
Proteus, I'm done! I'm out!
- Move now!
- You're not listening to me.
I don't know who's feeding you orders,
but I don't like this.
I don't feel I'm on the right side.
- There's only one side now, Ashcroft, and I'm on it.
If you want to survive this nightmare,
you move the fuck out of the way now!
- God!
Oh God!
I don't think I can.
- Just wait a minute.
- Wait! Wait!
Wait!
Come on.
This fucking dick's locked us out!
- Lou.
You passed out.
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Is Sally?
She's bitten.
We need to deal with her.
Then I think we should get everybody.
- It's over, Katya.
Can't you understand that?
- No.
No, Lou, please.
No, I need to get out of here.
- He's right.
- You've got to go and find her, man!
- I can't leave you hear.
- If you don't find her,
what was the point of all this, Alex?
- Maybe we can make a break for it?
- Take this.
- Where the fuck did you find that?
- Doesn't matter. Take it!
And don't say I never did anything for you.
You gotta go, man!
- Christian, I can't just leave you hear!
- Just go!
Go! Save her!
Go!
Take it.
Mission accomplished.
- Look,
there's no need.
- Fuck!
- Fucking mentals.
All right, come and get me, you fuckers!
Fuck!
- Yeah.
I'm a liberator.
A hero.
You've committed global genocide.
- And your government created the weapon.
Ironic, isn't it?
The global population is in crisis.
We simply can't continue sharing the planet.
This is necessary.
- No!
You don't get to ask.
- Alex.
- Fuck!
- Alex.
- You shouldn't have come back here.
- I couldn't lose you again.
- I've made a way out of here.
But we need to hurry.
I said hurry!
Hurry!
- Get away from me, bitch!
- Before we went digital,
we had to get tapes up from the vault in the basement.
- I haven't thought about it in years.
It's a relic.
- Thank God.
- Okay, yes!
Katya, get in here.
We're getting the fuck out of here.
Fuck!
That's it, we're dead.
- Come on.
- Don't wait there, Katya!
Go!
Hurry!
I can't hold this off forever.
- I love you.
- She needs you now.
- Lou, you're next.
- We can't both go.
I've got something to wrap up here anyway.
Just go after her.
- You're a good man, Lou.
- I know!
Just go!
- Come on! Come on!
- Right outside the door now
and I've run out of patience to run.
I keep telling myself that I'll make it.
Truthfully,
it's been an honor and a privilege
to bring the news these past 28 years.
Wow!
Time's flown.
It's all been a laugh.
Martin,
if, somehow, you're watching.
I love you.
- We're gonna make it.
Okay, we're not out of the woods yet, Katya.
I love you.
I love you so much.
- Alex.
What's the matter?
- You're bleeding.
- It's just a scratch.
- I can't do this on my own.
- You don't have to.
I'm not going anywhere ever again.
I swear to God, okay?
I love you.
All right?
This is not the end.
Katya.
- No!
Farid Morocco