MAN 1: Okay, bud,
that's just scary.
MAN 2: I just feel bad for him.
REPORTER 1: Scientists are investigating
a new super-strain of rabies
commonly known
as Mad Dog disease.
REPORTER 2: Health authorities
announced that
they discovered their first case
of the new super-strain
of rabies in a human.
While the number of rabies
cases continues to grow...
PRESS SECRETARY: The President
assures the American people
there is absolutely no reason
for panic
concerning these
isolated cases of rabies.
MAN: Is derived from the Sanskrit word,
rabhas, which means "To do violence."
DOCTOR:
This super-strain of rabies
alters the personality
of the patients.
Acute aggressiveness, a reduced
sense of pain and restlessness,
obsessive behaviors.
The virus can transform an
infected human within 90 seconds.
REPORTER:
The World Health Organization
estimates that
there are more than
nine million people infected with
this new super-strain of rabies.
REPORTER 2:
The Infected seems to be
spreading faster
than can be contained.
REPORTER 3: 9-1-1 operators
in major North American cities
- (SIREN WAILING)
- are overwhelmed already.
They have been told not to approach
anyone who could be rabid.
POLITICIAN: If we don't adequately
address this current outbreak,
we will end up fighting
for decades.
REPORTER 4: This super-strain
of rabies is not fatal.
In fact, those infected are
not dying, they're killing.
REPORTER 5: Alters the
brain and nervous system
to create
a super violent species.
REPORTER 6: Never seen a
disease evolve so rapidly.
REPORTER 7:
White House is under siege.
The President of the United
States has been relocated.
REPORTER 8: With the breakdown
in communication...
MAN: Society is near collapse.
WOMAN: They killed everyone.
Women, children.
REPORTER 9:
Time is of the essence.
REPORTER: The few medical
and military personnel left
desperately search
for Patient Zero.
Patient Zero. Patient Zero.
Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!
- (SCREAMS)
- SCOOTER: Morgan.
- Time to make the donuts.
- Donuts.
Oh, too early for irony, huh?
Yeah, it's too early
for irony, asshole.
Come on, there's work to do. The
field's not gonna plow itself.
(GROANS)
Oh, don't make me.
MORGAN: We are hidden
underground in a nuclear silo.
We have been decimated
by a force
far worse than you could
ever have imagined.
A super-strain of rabies that turns
humans into violent predators.
We call them The Infected.
WOMAN: Look at me. Look at me.
MORGAN: There is no treatment.
(MAN GROANING)
There is no cure.
An enemy that thrives on violence,
danger, rage and destruction.
Civilians or soldiers?
Soldiers.
Coming in like clockwork.
MAN: A body bag.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Try to make it quick, champ.
It's my kid's birthday.
Man, I don't know how you keep the
days straight down here, buddy.
Oh, it's easy. 'Cause the little
guy'd never forgive me if I forgot.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN: (OVER PA)
At 0900 in Sector 2...
- What's our ETA?
- Subjects have been scanned
- and are on the way.
- Good.
As soon as Morgan gets here
we can start.
Dr. Rose, how are our prisoners?
Our patients are ready
for observation.
Patients? When are you gonna
get that we are at war here?
Kill or be fucking killed.
- MORGAN: Good morning.
- Get any sleep?
Yeah, you know, here and there.
I'll get you a stronger dose. Can't
have you working at a deficit.
Yeah, thanks.
I'll rest when I'm dead.
Oh, me? Well, I slept really well.
Thanks for asking.
(LAUGHS) Ow!
Let's get this over
with already.
At ease, Colonel.
The party's just beginning.
Bring him in.
SOLDIER: Let's go.
Open it up.
(MAN GROWLING)
SOLDIER: Shit.
MAN: Set him down.
The Fourth Battalion were
125 miles north
when they came across
a pack of Infected.
They were able to bring
two in alive.
We lost five of our own
while doing so.
Any reason to believe our
location's been discovered?
No.
- SOLDIER 1: Left secured.
- SOLDIER 2: Right one secured.
SOLDIER 3: Waist?
Waist secured, sir.
All right, it's set.
(SNARLS)
What are we calling
our first patient?
- Joe Cocker.
- Nice.
A fellow countryman
and a great performer.
(SOULFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
And the brother could move.
- Ready?
- Yeah.
I'm ready.
Time and tide, people.
Come on. Let's go.
- Hey, buddy.
- Yeah.
It doesn't look like Joe's
feeling all right.
MORGAN: The few medical and
military personnel left
searched desperately
for Patient Zero.
Hoping that from his blood
we can engineer an anti-virus.
(MAN SNARLING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
There is no reasoning
with the Infected.
Communication is completely
impossible.
Except for me.
I can speak their language.
- Why?
- (MUSIC STOPS)
I've been bitten, but not turned.
(MORGAN GROWLING INDISTINCTLY)
First, let's lay down
the ground rules.
Let me be perfectly clear.
(GROWLING)
I need you to cooperate
in every possible way
or your time here will be unpleasant.
It's completely up to you.
I talk, you listen.
I question, you answer.
This is non-negotiable.
Do you understand?
Now, I'm sure you're surprised to learn
that I can communicate with you.
- How?
- I believe that qualifies as a question.
So you got a name?
I see here that you
had no identification
- when you were brought in.
- (GROWLS)
I'm gonna call you Joe.
- Joe Cocker.
- Why?
Yet again with the questions.
Let's review, shall we?
I ask, you answer.
(CHAINS CLANGING)
Where are you from?
(SCRIBBLING)
- Minnesota.
- Minnesota.
There we go.
That wasn't that hard.
- And when were you infected?
- It was the end of October.
What?
It was the end of October?
We were putting up
Halloween decorations.
You're certain?
(TAPS GLASS)
You're sure about that?
JOE: Yeah.
Get me the Minnesota file.
Bring up all that data
we have on Minnesota.
And tell Morgan to keep
pushing him on that.
- On it.
- What are his vitals?
Let me check.
Okay, and who bit you?
(GROWLING)
Geographically possible.
Look, November, December.
It's not even close.
This is one of the earliest
we've spoken to.
Come on, Morgan,
give me what I need.
Tell me about the attack today?
We couldn't believe our luck
when your soldiers showed up.
The feeling I felt in my gut...
- You mean the burn?
- What?
You mean the burn,
the burn to commit violence,
to be violent,
to tear someone's head off.
To rip someone's teeth out.
You're talking about the burn?
Yeah, I know
about the burn, Joe.
We're not that different,
me and you.
Like lust.
I understand you, buddy.
And I wanna help you.
Joe.
So how many of you
were traveling today?
- 200, 250.
- 250? That's a lot.
We ripped your soldiers apart.
And if it weren't
for these chains...
Hey, hey, hey, have you ever
heard of Daniel Burnham?
So, Daniel Burnham
was an architect.
This brilliant architect. Okay?
He designed all these famous
buildings across the United States
including, actually the first
skyscraper in Chicago
and that amazing building
in New York City,
the Flatiron. Anyway, his
real passion was wine.
Danny Burnham shipped his
around the world, twice,
on these slow freighters.
So, sometimes the wine
would take years, and years,
and years to come back to him.
Anyway, one day, me and my wife,
we're in this really beautiful building
that Burnham designed in like,
nineteen hundred and something.
And we come across five old,
beautiful, dusty cases
of Daniel Burnham's wine.
The point is,
whenever Daniel Burnham opened a bottle
of his wine amongst his buddies,
he would read them the long
list of all the countries
that each specific bottle
had traveled,
so whenever they drank it
they knew it wasn't just a sip
of beautiful wine,
this was a trip around
the motherfucking world.
This wine is my only
connection to the past, Joe.
To the world as it was.
Remember that.
You know, Joe, I've forgotten
what fresh air feels like.
And sunlight. I hate this place.
I hate seeing you people
in pain.
I hate not being able
to help you,
but I wanna understand you,
Joe. I do.
(OVER SPEAKERS) Looks like we're
making real progress in there.
Shit.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Don't make me. Come on, man.
Take it easy.
I wanna help you.
(GROWLING UNINTELLIGIBLY)
Listen to me. Listen to me.
Listen to me!
What is wrong with you?
I'm trying to make progress in there.
What is it with this dude?
- Are you all right?
- No. Yeah. I'm fine.
- What's he keep saying in there?
- For me to go fuck myself.
(SCOFFS) Tell him we'd
all do that if we could.
KNOX: Why are you coddling
that son of a bitch?
Please, Colonel.
When was the last Halloween?
Last October.
No, that we celebrated.
Oh. Um, a year and a half ago.
My Tommy was Spiderman.
- I want some answers.
- Back off, Colonel.
- What is the problem?
- Colonel, there is no problem.
I just need the subject to calm down.
That's all.
Bullshit. Get him back inside
and show that monster who's
in charge, or I will.
- That's enough, Colonel.
- This guy, man.
You're damn right it is.
(DOOR OPENS)
- What's he doing?
- Colonel!
- Hey! Hey!
- What?
(YELLING)
(GUNSHOT)
Now, he looks pretty
damn calm to me.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Are you out
of your goddamn mind?
- He was wasting our time.
- He was from Minnesota.
He was infected Halloween night,
that predates any previous
record of infection.
He might, he just might, have
been a link to Patient Zero.
- (GUN COCKS)
- Get your hands off me.
You're gonna shoot me, Colonel?
(GROANS)
There are a million more
just like him.
What the...
Put the fucking wine away.
Clean up this shit.
- You're an asshole.
- Let's bring in the next one.
You were born an asshole, and you
will fucking die an asshole.
I hate this fucking place!
You overstep your
authority like that again
and I'll have you stripped
of your command.
- My orders...
- Your orders are to protect
my laboratory. What we do
here is scientific research,
not executions. You shot
him to get even with me.
Don't even think
about denying it.
You're upset that I put you down
and spoke to you like a child.
But I have no choice when you
continue to act like a child.
I get that you're frustrated,
that you're posted to a scientific
operation and not a military one.
I understand, but you do
something like that again
and I promise you will rue
the day that we ever met,
if you don't already.
Are we clear, Colonel?
I'll take that as a yes.
He was traveling in a much
larger pack than normal today.
250, he said, you know.
A wolf-pack stays big
enough to hunt as a team,
but small enough
to feed everybody.
And 250 is not a pack,
it's a goddamn army.
I'd like you to calm down.
Take a couple of these.
No! No! I cannot
take any more pills.
It's driving me insane.
I keep having these nightmares.
These vivid flashbacks.
Stay still,
I'm gonna take your pulse.
Yes, flashbacks, okay. Go on.
I can hear her scream, but
I can't, I just... (SIGHS)
I can't reach her, you know.
- Stop torturing yourself.
- That's all I do. Torture myself.
Stop.
You know Janet and I
had this thing.
We never liked saying
goodbye to each other
because it sounds so permanent.
So instead of saying goodbye,
we would pick a random
topic from the alphabet.
And we would recycle
through all 26 letters
over and over again, but we
would never say the words,
- "Goodbye."
- That's cute.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's cute.
Don't you miss that?
Don't you miss being cute?
Being human? Hell, yeah.
You're fine.
(PANTING)
(GINA MOANING)
(PANTING)
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS
OVER PA)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hope you're being safe.
Excuse me.
Is it advisable to consort with
someone who's been bitten,
from a scientific perspective?
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
Or maybe this is some
perverse line of research.
I don't know. You tell me.
- Oh, my God. That's it.
- What?
You're upset that I care
for Morgan, aren't you?
(SCOFFS)
- Excuse me?
- Colonel, I wouldn't have chosen you
if you were the last man
on Earth.
You know the first
thing they teach
a ranger about
counter-insurgence?
Oh, please enlighten me.
When confronted with a group
of suspected terrorists,
and one in that group is a
woman, you take her out first.
You know why?
Because you never
can trust a bitch.
Is that a threat, Colonel?
Just sharing.
- You know why I think that is?
- No. Let's hear it.
Because women always have to
work harder to prove themselves.
Consequently, they
invariably become smarter
and more dangerous than
their male counterparts.
- Is that a threat, Doctor?
- Just sharing.
(GROWLING AND SNARLING)
- (CAGES RATTLING)
- (GROWLING AND SNARLING)
- (SNARLS)
- (DISH CLATTERS)
Hey.
Don't do that.
Look, we need to see
if it's working.
Please.
You gotta keep taking it, okay?
Please.
Sometimes I can hear the music.
(GRUNTING)
SOLDIER: Sergeant, coming in.
I keep telling you people,
Patient Zero
is gonna end up being
some horny, sick fuck,
who stuck his dick in some
wolf or coyote's pussy.
You're a sick fucker, Scooter.
I like it.
You tell that to the guy who contracted
HIV by fucking that rhesus monkey.
That was never proven.
Because what
self-respecting monkey
is gonna admit
to that kinda shit?
- (LAUGHTER)
- Is everything a joke to you?
Whenever possible.
If I don't laugh, I cry.
I choose to laugh. Okay?
SOLDIER 1: Secure left side.
SOLDIER 2: Left side secured.
- Center.
- Center set.
SOLDIER 1: Waist restrained.
SOLDIER 2:
Waist restraints are set.
What are we calling
the next patient?
We are calling him
Pete Townshend.
Oh, well, tell Pete
Townshend I am a big fan.
- Even the solo stuff.
- I got you.
- He's loose. Watch out! Watch out!
- (SNARLING)
Secure to chair!
Damn it!
- What the fuck! Move! Move!
- GINA: Get away!
(SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)
MORGAN: Scooter! Hey!
GINA: No! No! Hey!
(SCOOTER SCREAMING)
MORGAN: Scooter!
- KNOX: Get him down!
- GUARD: Hold it!
KNOX: Secure that
son of a bitch!
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
Lock it now!
GINA: Hold on, Scooter!
(ALARM BLARING)
Keep going. Keep moving through.
Fuck! Stand up.
Get him up!
MORGAN: Scooter, keep moving. Come on.
Come on. We gotta move.
- Come on!
- Okay, get him on, get him on.
- Morphine!
- Morgan, don't let me turn, please.
Gotta move. Move, now!
- Stay calm, Scooter. Time!
- Seventy seconds.
Don't let me turn.
Please, don't let me turn!
Sixty-five seconds. Scooter,
take it easy, buddy.
Remember the faster
your heart beats,
the faster the virus circulates.
GINA: Scooter.
- We're here, buddy.
- Give him another shot of morphine.
MORGAN: Close your eyes and
tell me your happiest memory.
- My happiest memory?
- MORGAN: Yeah.
My wife and I were in our
town park teaching Tommy...
(SCREAMING)
- Keep talking, bud.
- Okay. It's okay.
- (DRILLING)
- It's okay. It's okay.
- Time?
- Twenty-five seconds. Go on, buddy.
(SCOOTER SCREAMING)
MORGAN: It's okay, it's okay.
- Time?
- Twenty-five seconds.
MORGAN: We're gonna be okay.
Come on, buddy, come on.
GINA: Come on, Scooter. Okay.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- MORGAN: Come on, Scooter.
- Time?
- Ten seconds.
Don't let me turn.
I can't live like that.
- Stay calm.
- Five.
Did you hear me?
I can't live like that.
- Three, two.
- Tell Tommy happy birthday for me.
- Promise me.
- I promise.
- (WATCH BEEPS, STOPS)
- (GROANING)
Oh, fuck.
Oh, wow.
Well, it's a good thing I
jerk off with my left hand.
(MORGAN LAUGHING)
Good job, everyone.
I'm just gonna check you.
(GROANING)
MORGAN: Is he breathing?
Is he breathing?
He's gone into shock.
- Tie him down.
- What?
- We got to him in time.
- Tie him down.
He's infected. Tie him down.
- No, we got him, we got him in time.
- Tie him down.
- I'm gonna use an epinject.
- You know that's not gonna work, Gina.
- Tie him down!
- Come on, Scooter, come on.
Come on. Please,
come on, come on.
Scooter.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Gina!
(BED RATTLING)
(SNARLING)
No!
You promised him.
That's what he wanted.
That's what any one of us
would have wanted.
He was a good kid.
He'll be missed.
(DOOR OPENS)
What good is all your research,
when you can't protect anyone?
When you can't bring him back?
(DOOR CLOSES)
God damn it.
(MORGAN SIGHS)
Come here.
(SOBS)
MORGAN: Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Happy birthday, Tommy.
Tell your daddy we love him,
and we miss him already.
Jane, I got Thai.
(JANET GROANING)
Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, what happened, baby?
- I'm fine.
I was trying
to reach the top shelf.
The dirty tunes? The top shelf?
What are you crazy? No,
no, no, come on, come on.
Leave that. Let's eat here.
- What, on the floor?
- Yeah, on the floor.
You love it on the floor, right?
- Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
- It's your favorite place, the floor.
You're such a big kid.
- My big kid.
- Yeah.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CLASSIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
This is not about Scooter, okay?
Focus on the patient.
You need to stay on point.
Date of infection,
location of infection,
where is Patient Zero, okay?
(GROWLING)
- (SNAPS FINGERS)
- (MUSIC STOPS)
Gotta love The Who.
Let me be clear, I need you to
cooperate in every possible way
or your time here will be unpleasant.
I will make it unpleasant.
It is completely up to you.
I will talk, you will listen.
I will question,
you will answer.
This is non-negotiable. Do you understand?
Nod if you do.
- Got a name?
- (SNARLS)
Okay, I'm gonna
call you something.
I'm gonna call you
Pete Townshend.
Why?
I will be asking the questions.
Place of birth?
Place of birth? Fine.
You wanna play it that way?
Let's play it that way.
- (SNAPS FINGERS)
- (LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, here we go!
Oh, how does that feel?
Yeah, you like that?
You like that?
You like The Who? Boom!
You know, music has an
interesting effect on you guys.
Your auditory system has been changed.
You can't process harmony.
No harmony anymore.
I mean, music.
The one good thing that we actually
have left and you even screw that up.
And after what you did
to my friend, Scooter,
I got no reason not to play you
every goddamn record that I own.
I got soul, I got hip-hop.
I got lot of rock 'n' roll, Pete.
You hear me?
Do you hear me?
(MUSIC STOPS)
Oh, okay. That feel good?
That feel nice?
Yeah? Place of birth?
- Minnesota.
- When did you turn?
- Over a year ago, October.
- October? You sure?
It was the day
before my birthday.
- My wife bit me.
- Where?
- At home.
- And where's home?
Saint Paul.
- You know anything about Patient Zero?
- Who?
The first Infected.
- You mean the original?
- The original, yeah.
Do you know where he is?
You know where he is.
You wanna listen
to some more music?
Go ahead.
Play your fucking music.
It didn't save your friend.
It won't save you.
Nothing can save you.
(GUN COCKING)
(OVER SPEAKERS) Morgan!
Where is Patient Zero?
GINA: (OVER SPEAKERS) Morgan.
You know, give me
one good reason why
I don't blow your brains
out right now.
You took my friend.
My best friend in here.
The only person who made me laugh
in this godforsaken world.
Okay? You killed him.
You took him away from me.
- Morgan!
- Where is Patient Zero?
I can keep asking all day.
Where is he? Where is he?
Do it.
Do it.
Do it. Do it.
Do it.
MORGAN: Both subjects were turned a
year and a half ago in Minnesota.
Which crucially leads us
to believe...
So might one of them
be this Patient Zero?
Uh, no, sir, both were
turned by another Infected,
but Patient Zero could be a part
of this early Minnesota pack.
What we need to do
is expand our search
around the area where we
found both patients today.
Why should we believe anything
one of them tells us?
Because they don't lie, sir.
Are you saying that they have
some sort of moral compass?
No, sir, our studies tell us that
there is no such thing as deceit
among the Infected.
Their responses, though almost
always violent, are always truthful.
Why is that?
Well, we're still studying
their neural control center
to determine that, sir,
but I can tell you...
We can't risk any more soldiers
on another
low percentage mission.
That's what
it all boils down to.
We cannot reverse-engineer a
vaccine without Patient Zero.
And there's no plan B,
gentlemen.
No Plan B doesn't mean
we have a good Plan A.
I was right about Vegas.
I gave Colonel Knox a report saying
that we're seeing more and more
evolution in the adaptive and
strategic behavior of the Infected.
It stated that as long as the
Vegas facility was exposed,
then the Infected were
bound to find a way in.
I dealt with it in the way
it was warranted, sir.
Colonel Knox chose
to shelve the report.
It was speculation at best.
And it played out exactly
as I predicted.
(SIGHS) This has nothing to do
with what we're talking about.
This has everything to do with
what we're talking about.
I keep trying to tell you,
the Infected are not just sick
people suffering from a deficit.
Something new, smart and
dangerous is evolving, sir.
- They're learning.
- MORGAN: They're learning, exactly.
She's right, they're learning.
They're developing new strategies.
- They're becoming more aware.
- Traveling in larger packs.
Exactly. Like, how much longer
do you think it's gonna be
until they realize that we're down here?
It's happening.
Sir.
You're right.
It sounds like
actionable intel to me.
- Oh, no. Respectfully, sir...
- She was right about Vegas.
Thank you, sir.
Thousands of people
died in that base,
which is not something you should
be proud of being right about.
What's Cheyenne got to say?
Comm links with NORAD
and USNORTHCOM.
Alternate Command
are still down, sir.
Dispatch squads
for thorough sweep.
- Sir.
- Time is running out.
Anderson.
Pull the trigger.
Good job.
That guy is an asshole.
We could have a baby,
me and you.
Come on, Janet, what? You're not
gonna talk about this ever?
Because I know how much
you want your own child.
That's not true. I...
I want a child with you.
You know I love you for saying that.
But you know it is.
You know, we agreed we'd wait until
we could afford a surrogate.
Baby, there are so many kids
out there that need a home.
(SHUSHING)
- What? What are you...
- Eat your pad thai.
(MUMBLES AND CHUCKLES)
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
JANET: I heard gunshots earlier.
Oh, no. That's nothing.
It didn't sound like nothing.
It's business as usual.
Well, I don't know what
"business as usual" means
because you never
tell me anything.
Well, trust me, you don't wanna
know because it's ugly out there.
It's uglier in here.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You know how in the movies
when there's an alien invasion,
everybody comes together
to defeat a common enemy?
It turns out real life
is a little more
complicated than that, you know.
Everybody wants to kill everybody
else for food or shelter.
There's more that's complicated.
Is it the doctor?
I can sense it.
She's pretty.
Janet.
You know, I took for granted the
simple things that made me human.
Like tears.
- Hey, you are everything to me.
- Not everything.
- Baby, listen to me.
- I'm not your baby!
- Hey. Janet.
- I'm one of them!
I know you don't wanna hear
this, but when I was out there,
I liked it.
- The simplicity, the freedom.
- No. No.
- The violence. You have to let me go.
- No.
- Please, stay away from me. Please.
- No.
You gotta promise me
that you're not gonna give up.
Because we are
getting somewhere here.
The treatment is working.
There's still hope.
Don't you give up. Okay?
And I love you.
All right.
W is for Waltz.
Remember when we took
that ballroom dance class
and fell all over each other?
- I gotta go. Bye.
- No. Don't leave me.
- Don't, don't, don't.
- Where did we leave off?
Uh... What, it's R-S-T.
I think it's your turn.
- T. T. T. T.
- Yeah, make it count.
- You ready?
- Okay.
(CHUCKLES)
- T is for tears.
- Okay.
You make me so happy. I can't
remember the last time I cried.
Oh.
- It's good. It's good.
- Good. Good.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Tears.
I miss my tears. I do...
Maybe we should take a day
off the vampire routine.
You look like shit.
What? Thank you.
I'm fine.
What do the lab results say?
We still don't know why
your blood is resistant.
But the antibody drug conjugate
is definitely lowering
Janet's viral load.
Okay.
It's slowing down the infection,
even easing the rage.
Okay, good.
But, uh, only temporarily. Look.
(RAT SQUEALING)
That rat was treated with our
latest vaccine from your blood.
It was only five minutes in.
Well, the guy's
behind you, still.
Well, he looks like an
asshole, for a rat.
(CHUCKLES)
(SNARLING)
What I'm trying to tell you is,
basically, we're still
far off the vaccine.
A vaccine will prevent
further infection, but...
Morgan, you gotta start
listening to me when I tell you
that there's no guarantee
that I can bring Janet back.
Don't. Not this.
- You're not listening to me.
- Please, don't.
I don't need it, okay. Not today.
Give me a break.
Okay?
- I feel how you touch me.
- Gina...
I can see how you look at me.
I love you, Morgan.
I love that you still love her.
I do.
But it's time for you to let go.
Whoa, whoa. Don't tell me what
it's time for me to do, okay?
That is not your place.
Just back the fuck up
for one minute here.
God damn it.
Oh, yeah, and by the way,
she's not dead. Okay?
No, she's worse.
(SOBBING)
(SNIFFLES)
MORGAN: I'm sorry.
- JANET: For what?
- For what, the shop.
The record store was meant
to be our adventure.
- Hey. Shh. It's okay.
- It's not okay.
What, we gotta sell our wedding rings
to keep the goddamn lights on?
I mean, come on.
- Maybe I should go back to teaching.
- JANET: No!
You hated teaching. The shop
is your dream. Our dream.
You know, and I won't give it up
even if I have to work 10 jobs.
(THUD)
(MAN GRUNTS)
(JANET SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(JANET SCREAMING)
MORGAN: Janet! Janet!
JANET: (SCREAMS) Morgan!
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Tartakoff. Staff Sergeant.
Downey. Captain.
His name was Hank Downey.
He was one of mine.
(SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)
No! No!
(MAN SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
WOMAN: Get out of the way.
- What's going on?
- Alarm in the crematorium.
(METAL RATTLES)
(GROWLING)
(KNOX YELLING)
Release him, sir. I got a shot.
Wait, wait, wait. Take it easy.
Don't kill him.
(GUN COCKS)
Give me one good
fucking reason not to.
Take it easy, Knox. Okay?
He says he wants to talk to
the one who can understand.
(ALL PANTING)
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Wrist secure.
Securing waist.
SOLDIER 2: Check secondary cuff.
SOLDIER 1: Secondary...
Waist secure.
Shackle secure.
SOLDIER 2:
Three, two, one, release.
SOLDIER 1: Releasing.
SOLDIER 2: Move out.
Slowly.
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey.
Hello.
The music's not
affecting him at all.
Nothing.
Not a bit.
(MUSIC TEMPO INCREASES)
- He's smoking.
- He's smoking.
He had a University of
Minneapolis campus ID on him.
Professor Michael Jansen.
- What kind of professor?
- Doesn't say.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
- Um... Be careful.
- I will.
You know, I love this song.
(MUSIC STOPS)
You wanted to speak with me?
I wanted to see if the
rumors were true.
The rumors. Oh, well.
I didn't realize I was so popular.
How do you know about me?
Well, you know us Infected.
We just love to gossip.
So you were a professor?
By passion and trade.
Do you remember anything
about your human life?
Do you remember teaching?
Of course. Don't you?
Well, I mean, how do
you know I was a...
Mmm. Like I said, word travels.
What subject?
- Biology. I gave it up.
- Yes.
I would have to if I had to teach a
bunch of high school Neanderthals.
- Hey, don't hate on the kids.
- (CHUCKLES)
No, no, no. Thank you. I quit.
Good for you. I, however,
am a lifetime smoker.
Oh! That'll get you
in the end, you know.
Okay, so when were you infected?
(EXHALES)
Oh, here we go.
When were you infected?
When were you infected?
When were you infected? No?
You don't wanna play?
This is how you wanna play? You wanna
play nice? You wanna play rough?
No, look, I got all day,
all night.
Funnily enough, I got nowhere
that I need to be tonight,
so it's only a matter of time.
Trust me, young man, time's a
luxury that you cannot afford.
- So, the music doesn't bother you?
- No.
Is it supposed to?
Well, it has with every
other Infected, yeah.
So because of the behavior of a
few, you assume we're all the same?
Just an observation.
Broad observation.
It doesn't take
individuality into account.
Oh, excuse me.
So each Infected is different?
Yes, well, why wouldn't we be?
Each uninfected is different.
Look at you. You were bitten.
The virus altered
you enough so that
you could communicate
with us and yet,
you're still not really
one of us.
Are you?
No, I'm not one of you.
Anyway, back to business.
You wanna tell me
about Patient Zero?
Why would I answer
your questions?
And even if I did, why would
I answer them honestly?
Because I'm asking so nicely,
and I know that you can't lie.
- Oh, is that so?
- I believe it to be so.
I mean, at least that is my
understanding of your nature.
Oh, that is your
understanding of my nature?
That's quite precious.
Believe me, I've seen a
lot of you come and go.
A lot, but not all.
Well, so you're the anomaly.
Well, I do like to think
of myself as special.
(MORGAN SCOFFS)
Don't you believe in exceptions?
I do believe in exceptions.
- Go ahead. Please explain.
- I...
This should be quite good.
Free will, Professor.
I believe you lost that
capacity when you were turned.
Oh, I see.
So, you're postulating that because I'm no
longer human, that I don't have free will.
And yet, here I am conversing
with you, enjoying a smoke.
These are hardly the traits
one would associate with
an animal.
In fact, I would argue that we're
a more evolved species than you.
An evolved species that destroys
without any conscience.
Yes, just like humans, who destroy
chickens and cows without a conscience.
No, no, come on, man, that's
food, that's sustenance.
What do you think violence
is for us?
You wanna tell me
how you became infected?
(SIGHS)
I was teaching a class
the day it happened.
I had just started a lecture
on medieval philosophy.
St. Augustine says that man must
love because he is incomplete.
Loving is an act of good.
A unique human ability, granted
as a gift from a higher power.
In St. Augustine's
Doctrine of Love,
- he states that... Um...
- (CELL PHONE BUZZES)
"To not love
is to be incomplete,
"to not love is to not
be human." Excuse me.
(STUDENTS MURMURING)
Hello. Hello.
Yeah. Hi, honey, look, I can't
talk right now, all right?
- I'm busy...
- WOMAN: People are being attacked.
- What?
- You gotta come home.
- I'm really scared.
- Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.
- I hear screams.
- What's happening?
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Wait, honey, look, I'll call you back.
I'll call you right back.
(STUDENTS SCREAMING)
(SNARLING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Help me. Help me, please.
(SCREAMS)
- STUDENT 1: Hurry, come on.
- STUDENT 2: I'm coming.
Oh, my God, what's going on?
(STUDENTS CONTINUE SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(STUDENTS SCREAMING)
MORGAN:
What happened to your family?
- PROFESSOR: What?
- MORGAN: Your family?
- My family?
- MORGAN: Yeah.
You know what happened to them?
When the virus takes over
your body,
it's like...
Every nerve
has been stretched...
Help! (SCREAMING)
Sliced with broken glass,
and doused in vinegar.
But even in the throes
of this pain,
I was driven
by one compelling thought.
I needed to see my family.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Please leave
your message after the tone.
- (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
- (PANTING)
Honey, it's me.
Look, I saw the news. Please call
me back as soon as you can, okay?
I love you.
(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)
(GASPS)
Oh, thank God. You're safe.
- Honey, you're safe.
- (GROWLING SOFTLY)
I tried calling my mother but
all the circuits are busy...
(GASPS)
Honey...
What's the matter?
(WHIMPERING)
- (GROWLING)
- (SCREAMING)
PROFESSOR: I tore my wife's
limbs from her torso
like wings from a butterfly.
She begged me to stop.
And cried out my name.
But I couldn't until.
I ripped out her heart.
Daddy?
(GIRL SCREAMING)
I wanted to tell her that
I was no longer her daddy.
You're a goddamn animal.
Between the humans
and The Infected,
who do you think is on the top
of the evolutionary scale?
- Not you.
- See, I beg to differ.
Our brains have been enhanced
by the virus.
Therefore freeing us from the
limitations of what you call human.
(TABLET BEEPS)
- Where is Patient Zero?
- Oh, there is none.
The virus started somewhere,
where is he?
The rage.
The rage started here
against the government.
The rich, the poor, foreigners,
intellectuals, conservatives,
feminists, freaks, name it.
- That's where it came from.
- Shut up.
We became so angry for so many
good reasons, and for none.
The virus has laid dormant in
us since the beginning of time.
- Shut up.
- And the extremes of modern stress
- have caused it to awaken.
- Shut up.
- We're all, in essence, Patient Zero.
- Shut up. Shut up.
Shut up, goddamn it!
See?
We're not that different,
are we?
- What on Earth's he saying to you?
- Sorry, he's debating with me.
- KNOX: He's a fucking Infected.
- Yeah, I know.
Do you need a minute?
No, no, I'm fine.
I'm sorry, the...
- I shouldn't have hit him.
- No, you shouldn't have hit him.
- He's being an asshole.
- Don't hit him again.
- I won't.
- Don't let him get to you.
Go in there and take control.
Actually, I will bum that smoke.
- Thank you.
- (PROFESSOR SNARLS)
How long have you been married?
Is that a question?
It's nice to be in
love though, isn't it?
What, you gonna lecture me
about love now?
What do you know about love?
Just because I killed my family,
doesn't mean I didn't love them.
Thanks.
How's your wife?
Fine.
Is she?
No, she's not.
Thank you for asking.
I don't know if my wife's
a human being anymore.
That's how she is.
I remember why I quit.
(SIGHS)
So that's why you're so interested
in finding Patient Zero.
No, it's because
you're a disease.
A disease that I believe
can be cured.
- Do I look sick to you?
- Yes.
(SCOFFS) I don't think
that we're the disease.
I think that human beings are the
disease, and we're the cure.
The antidote that has
been given to Earth
to get rid
of the human infection.
How are those headaches
treating you?
Oh, fine and dandy, thank you.
I know more about you
than you know about yourself.
Those headaches, that's the rage
inside you, yearning to escape.
Thank you
for the educational talk.
But we are at war here.
If we're at war, I suggest you
ask yourself who's winning.
Oh, you think you're winning?
Hey, let me tell you.
However slight the human race may
be, we will continue to fight.
We will continue
to remain curious.
We will continue to find solutions
and we will continue to adapt
because that is what we do,
and that is what we have done
since the dawn of time, okay?
What, you see me rub my head,
you see me pop some pills,
and from that you figure out
I got chronic headaches?
Geez, Columbo, like you
noticed the tan line
around my ring finger
and from that you
figure out that I was
married, so what?
(CHUCKLES)
You've been playing me.
You've been playing
tricks on me.
Playing tricks like the way you
Trojan horsed yourself in here.
You know, you claim that you
wanted to talk to me,
and that's what
we've been doing,
we've been talking, and talking,
and talking. We've been going around,
and around, and around in circles
not talking about
anything specific.
No, no, no.
It's just random bullshit.
You're wasting my goddamn time.
Time.
Time which you claim
that I don't have.
Gina, can you bring me your
frequency detector, like, now?
What's going on?
You think
he's transmitting a signal?
(DETECTOR WHINING)
I don't know.
Morgan?
Hey!
(THE INFECTED SNARLING,
RATTLING CAGES)
You knew about me, didn't you?
Just like the professor.
This whole goddamn thing
was a setup.
Jesus Christ. You wanted it,
you wanted to be captured.
Yeah, I know, and now I'm gonna
make you talk, motherfucker.
Security, open 23.
Hey, hey, security.
Open gate 23. Security.
- Go!
- (DOOR BUZZING)
- Let's go.
- KNOX: Open the gate.
- SOLDIER: You sure?
- KNOX: Watch our six.
(BEEPING)
Knife. Knife. I need a knife.
SOLDIER: Here you go.
(BEEPING)
KNOX: It was definitely
sending out a signal.
But who the hell put the tracking
device in this Pete Townshend?
I don't know, sir. A smart, a
strategically advanced Infected.
He said it. The guy I was interviewing.
Professor Asshole.
You know, they know about me.
They know what
we're trying to do here.
They know that we're trying
to stop them.
But they don't know
where we are.
So, they planted a tracking
device in Pete Townshend
and The Infected are now
tracking us.
- They know we're here.
- Jesus.
(PHONE RINGING)
Knox.
Well, where are they now?
- New body bags coming in from the field.
- Body bags?
Make sure no one gets in
or out of this facility.
(WOMAN ANNOUNCING
INDISTINCTLY ON PA)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DISTANT SNARLING)
- Papa.
- What is it?
(GASPS)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
- SOLDIER 1: No!
- SOLDIER 2: Stop him!
(MEN SCREAMING)
(ALARM BUZZING)
(THE INFECTED GROWLING)
We've been breached.
(ALL SNARLING)
SOLDIER: Move!
(RAPID GUNFIRE)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Go, right there. Go!
Move it. Move, move. Come on.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- We gotta get topside right now.
- No, no, no.
I gotta go get her, okay?
Meet me.
MAN: Open fire!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(SOLDIERS CLAMORING)
Fire!
Keep firing!
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
GINA: Hello?
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(GROWLING)
(GUNSHOT)
Gina! Go to your right.
(SNARLING)
General! Run!
- GINA: No!
- Move!
You bastard... Are you mad?
You coward.
Coward? Are you
fucking kidding me?
I just saved you.
You are unbelievable.
You really have no idea, do you?
We're all gonna fucking
die down here.
- (GUNFIRE)
- (WOMAN SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
It was him or us.
I am, I'm sorry, Andrew.
You're right.
(ALARM RINGS)
I have to go back down
to the lab.
Put the gun down,
you can't save more.
I have to get my research.
- I am not fucking around!
- Stay back, I mean it.
- Put the gun...
- No!
- (GUNSHOT)
- (KNOX GROANS)
(WINCES)
(GROANS)
- No. Don't come near me.
- Please. Please.
- Stay away from me.
- Listen to me.
- Stay away.
- I'm not leaving without you, okay?
- I'm not. Don't.
- Stay back. Please.
- Listen to me. I love you.
- Stay back.
I'm gonna take your hand.
The treatment is working.
- Stay back.
- Let me take your hand.
- Please.
- MORGAN: Take it easy.
Don't come near me.
Don't come near me.
I love you.
- Let me take your hand, okay?
- Stay back.
Let me take it.
Okay? I got you.
I got you. You gotta trust me.
Okay?
It's okay. I love you, babe.
- Please.
- We can do this.
- I'm gonna take you with me.
- I can't.
I believe in you, baby.
I believe in you.
I love you.
Come on.
I know you can do this.
I know you can.
And I love you.
I love you.
(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)
Take my hand.
Okay.
Come on.
(PANTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SHRIEKING)
(SCREAMING)
(DISTANT FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
(YELLS)
Gina.
Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Morgan, are you mad?
- Yeah, I might be.
But I'm not leaving without her.
Put the gun down.
- No, absolutely not. No.
- Put the gun down, please.
Gina, listen to me.
She could turn at any time.
No, she won't. The injections are working.
You said so yourself.
- Put the goddamn gun down.
- But not lasting.
Please, Gina, I'm not
leaving without her.
Please, do this for me.
Please.
Thank you. Gina!
(SNARLING)
(GUN CLICKING)
I'm going to the lab
to get my samples.
(MOUTHING) Come on.
(CHOMPING)
(SNARLING)
(BEEPS)
(SNARLS)
(GRUNTS)
Okay, we gotta move.
The garage, okay?
We go out the same way
that we came in. Let's go.
- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
I think I know another
way we can get up.
(GROWLS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(ROARING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(PANTING)
- Gina, are you okay?
- I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Oh, man.
(GRUNTS)
Oh, my God.
- What? You know where we are?
- No.
No.
- It's a massacre.
- What can you see?
(CABLE SNAPS)
(METAL CREAKING)
(CLATTERING)
(THE INFECTED SHRIEKING)
(GROWLING)
They've seen us. They're coming.
Oh, goddamn it.
GINA: Hurry.
I hate heights.
(RAT SQUEAKING)
GINA: Oh, no.
(SNARLS)
GINA: Morgan.
No. Morgan!
No! No! (SCREAMS)
(CRUNCHING)
(GASPS)
- Thank you.
- Take it easy, guys.
We're almost there.
(GROWLING)
Move! Move! Move!
(YELLS)
Oh, shit.
Move! Move!
Guys, you gotta keep going.
- GINA: Morgan!
- Keep going!
Move! Keep moving, girls.
(YELLS)
GINA: Morgan!
(GRUNTING)
Morgan!
Morgan!
Oh, my God!
GINA: Morgan! Come on!
Hold on!
- Morgan! Morgan!
- (GRUNTING)
No!
No!
Hold on, I'm coming!
Take my hand. (GRUNTS)
I got you, I got you. (PANTS)
MORGAN: Let's go.
Let's go.
Sorry, Morgan.
I can't let you leave.
Your blood has something in it that
stops you from fully transforming.
GINA: Morgan.
- From reaching complete enlightenment.
- Morgan, what's he saying?
- Shit.
- What?
- They're here for me.
- GINA: What?
- Ironic, isn't it?
- Morgan, we need to get out of here.
You're our Patient Zero.
Which means that you're a
threat to our continued growth.
To our future.
GINA: We need to leave, now.
And that I cannot allow.
GINA: Run!
- (GRUNTING)
- (SNARLING)
(JANET GRUNTING)
(METAL CLANGING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Your blood makes
you weak, Morgan.
You're afraid of pain.
You're afraid to go to extremes.
Embrace enlightenment.
(YELLING)
(GROANS)
(GASPING)
(ROARS)
Quickly.
Go!
Go!
- I can slow them down.
- Don't do this.
- Okay? You're coming with me.
- No. No.
Hurry, they're gonna
break through.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
- Save the baby.
- What?
Don't you sense it?
She's pregnant.
You're pregnant?
- I love you.
- Janet, no.
Janet, please.
Janet.
(INAUDIBLE)
No! No! Janet. Please. Please.
- I love you.
- Janet!
Hey, Janet, please.
Don't, don't. Janet!
No, please don't do this.
No, no, no. Janet.
Janet! Janet!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
We gotta go.
Oh, fuck.
We gotta move.
Okay?
We gotta go.
Morgan, we gotta go.
(GINA GRUNTS)
MORGAN: Let's go.
Come on.
(DISTANT GRUNTING AND GROWLING)
So I can see it,
where my bike is stashed.
Let's go this way.
MAN: Come on, let's go!
(GROWLING)
Oh, God.
We're never gonna make it
this time.
Got you. Hey, listen to me.
Don't talk like that, okay?
We are gonna make it.
Me, you, and that baby.
We are gonna be fine.
We're gonna find somewhere
better, but you gotta trust me.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Okay.
(ENGINE REVS)
MORGAN: However slight the human
race may be, we must fight.
We must continue to find
solutions and adapt
because everything is at stake.
Our world, or what's left of it.
Humanity and a child.
Our child.