[intense rock music]
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
[screaming]
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
f*cking die, m*therf*cker!
[screaming]
[g*n c*ck]
[g*n firing]
k*ll you!
[intense rock music]
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
f*ck!
f*ck, f*ck no, goddammit!
- [siren wailing]
- Freeze, m*therf*cker!
Drop it, drop the weapon.
[g*n clicks]
- f*ck!
[grunting]
- Drop it that, drop it!
[siren wailing]
Get down.
Stay the f*ck down.
[uptempo rock music]
♪ I stand at the threshold
of man's trampled throne ♪
♪ I walk through broken
pieces of my godless soul ♪
♪ I lied to the savior and
prayed for retribution ♪
♪ I defy my demise ♪
[sirens wailing]
- We're here, sir.
The scene appears to
be somewhat contained.
Yes, Dr. Brookner, it appears
to be a low-level perimeter.
Yes, sir, there is one.
No one's been in
since they discovered the bodies?
Not at all, ma'am.
- No, sir, we're good.
The men are headed in as we speak.
I'll update you as soon as
they make their assessments.
Understood, sir.
Taken care of.
[intense rock music]
♪ I stand at the threshold
of man's trampled throne ♪
♪ I walk through broken pieces
of my f*cking godless soul ♪
♪ I lied to the savior and prayed ♪
♪ I defy my demise ♪
♪ So help me God ♪
♪ My vile life ♪
♪ I walk through broken pieces ♪
♪ My dreadful side ♪
♪ So help me ♪
[light percussive music]
[ominous instrumental music]
[coughing]
[painful coughing]
You...
are no longer men.
You...
no longer have names.
You...
are numbers.
You've been given a number, memorize it.
Failure to respond
when your number is called
will result in the loss of privileges.
Now you are under my roof.
Sleeping is a privilege,
breathing is a privilege.
You only do what I allow you to do,
and I can take away anything
I want anytime I want to.
You are here because you cannot
function in normal society.
You are here so you will no longer
do harm to others.
The outside world has sent you to hell,
and guess what?
Hell is my playground.
[coughing]
Don't you dare puke, you little sh*t!
[choking]
What's the matter?
Am I scaring you?
You don't know scared.
- I think he's really sick, sir.
What did you say to me?
I, uh...
He's been coughing real--
[grunting]
Don't you ever eyeball me, understood?
Don't talk, just f*cking nod.
Nobody talks to me.
I am better than you.
End of the night, I go home to my family.
I get to f*ck my beautiful wife.
I get to do what I want when I want.
I am a free man.
In this house, I am top of the food chain.
Prisoner number 76492.
My big, bad, dangerous quadruple m*rder*r.
Go with Cole to the
infirmary, Warden's orders.
On the double,
leave your sh*t on the floor.
[heavy breathing]
Prisoner number 76491.
You are to report to the
Warden's office, Nancy.
- Ah, look at the new little b*tches.
- [Drake] Wanna show
'em the ropes tonight?
- Yeah, we showin' 'em
the ropes, that's right.
[knocking]
- Take a seat, Redding.
- I reviewed your admin papers.
- Mm-hmm.
- You have escaped from three
minimum security facilities
- in the last 10 years.
- [laughing]
- Two in your home state of
New York, one in Florida.
- That's correct.
- In 62 years, no one's
escaped from Harwood.
Now, contrary to the old cliché,
I do like being the bearer of bad news.
Your streak has come to an end.
The only reason you're here is because of
this Houdini-esque track record of yours.
This place is for the hardcore.
A p*ssy, cat burglar like you
doesn't belong here.
Now, don't make it any tougher on yourself
by pissing me or my
guards off, you got that?
- Loud and clear, sir.
I'm just hoping to get out
of here on good behavior
in the next 18 months.
That's a good goal, convict.
[exhaling] Thanks.
Get out of here.
- Okay.
[knocking]
- Sir, I've got a visitor.
- Hey, dad.
- Hey, Keith.
You're early.
Come on, give me a hug.
How are ya?
My boy. [laughs]
Hey, I'm glad you're here,
but since you're early,
I've got a few things to finish up
before I can hang out with you,
is that okay?
- Okay.
- Good.
Take him down to the staff mess
or something while I finish up here.
But... and do what?
- Eat, maybe, Warwick.
Hang out with him for a while
while I finish these few things up.
I got one more appointment, okay?
I'll be right down.
- Okay.
- Good boy.
But are you sure moving this subject
to this facility makes sense?
No, no, doctor.
I'm not forgetting who I'm talking to,
but it's just that it seems
we should be exercising
more appropriate control measures.
Sir, with all due respect, what if
the case turns out to be real?
Let me examine him and take samples.
Yes, sir, that's correct.
They have no case definition yet.
No exam, no samples.
[ominous instrumental music]
Collect patient data and wait quietly.
Yes, sir.
[knocking]
- Come in.
- Prisoner 76492, Dr. Goring.
- Thank you.
Please just go ahead and wait outside.
I've been told not to let him
out of my sight, sir.
[sighs] Please, just go ahead
and wait outside.
- Yes, sir.
- Have a seat, Mr. Dee.
- [coughing]
Nasty cold you have there.
You had that long?
I'm Dr. Goring.
- Clean.
- [coughing]
All right, let's go ahead
and we'll take your temperature.
See what's going on.
Go ahead and open up your mouth.
- You don't want to touch me.
- It's okay, I'm a doctor.
[shaky breathing]
- I, I've been infected by it.
Experimental biotoxin.
It's [coughs], it transfers
quickly through bodily fluids.
I ingested infected blood.
- Well.
[coughing]
I'm wearing gloves, so I
think I'll be okay, all right?
Look, if I can't touch you,
I can't help you.
[broken laughing]
- You can't help me,
you can't help me, Doctor.
I've got about six hours.
- Just.
[dramatic music swells]
- What?
- Just hold, hold still, all right?
[coughing and retching]
- Oh, God, oh, Jesus!
Cole, get in here!
[coughing]
Oh, my God,
get him into solitary immediately.
- Holy sh*t.
- Jesus, get him out of here, I said now!
- Yes, sir.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, God.
Put this on.
Oh, my God.
Wake him up if you can, Jesus.
No one goes near him, do you understand?
Yeah, with the exception
of me, right, Doc?
- Cry me a river.
- Come on.
[coughing and choking]
[beeping]
- Go ahead, ma'am.
- Thanks.
This is a maximum security
facility, isn't it?
Yes, ma'am, it is.
- It looks a bit in disrepair.
- Yeah, well, I will not fool you.
You know, the warden wants
our inmates to do a hard time
in a good, old-fashioned hard prison, so.
What is your business at Harwood today?
- Samantha Beckett, I'm with the CDC.
I'm here to see a new transfer,
Travis Dee.
- Oh, the shotgun k*ller, huh?
- That's right.
- Yeah, he just arrived.
- [Samantha] Where is he?
- Well, he's already been processed,
so he's probably in the main cell block.
- [Samantha] Okay, could you
direct me to the infirmary?
- Sure.
Here.
Chicago, huh?
- Yeah.
- I have a brother in Chicago.
- Really?
- He's a cop, yeah.
- You from Chicago?
- Nah, Jersey.
- Jersey.
I'm sorry.
- [laughs] Come on, I love Jersey.
- I was kidding, officer?
- Jenkins.
- Jenkins.
I was just kidding, Jersey's great.
- Yeah.
Hold on a second, Miss Beckett.
Hi, it's Jenkins.
Yeah, I have Samantha Beckett, CDC.
Yes, sir.
The warden wants to see you first,
but I can take you up there.
- Great.
- All right.
- Thanks.
[coughing]
- Shut your holes.
- Just checking out the fresh meat, huh?
[laughing]
Already beat
the new boy bloody, huh, Cole?
- I said shut your holes, all right?
[blood spewing]
- Hell no, hell no!
[laughing]
Hell no!
- Suck on that, b*tch [laughs].
[retching]
[high-pitched whirring]
[squelching]
Yes, fine. Then I want to spend some time
with my son, goddammit.
- Warden Mahler?
- You must be our visitor from the CDC.
- Yes, Samantha Beckett.
- Pleasure.
- Pleasure.
- Please, have a seat.
Travis Dee, right?
- That's correct, sir.
I intended to interview him
at the county lockup,
but they moved him too quickly.
Well, he moved into solitary
a few minutes ago.
- Solitary, good.
Were you instructed to isolate him?
- Instructed, no.
My processing officer called me
and said that Travis looked ill,
so I had him sent to the
infirmary to get some
penicillin or something.
After seeing him, our in-house doctor
developed some concerns.
Concerns?
I haven't gotten to
details, Miss Beckett,
but I hear it was a bloody mess.
[dramatic music swells]
So what business does the CDC
have with my prisoner?
We have some questions regarding statements
he made at the time of his arrest.
It's nothing to worry about.
We don't wanna cause a panic.
Panic?
If there was anything to panic about,
Miss Beckett, I'd be the first to know.
- I'm sure you would be, sir.
May I see him?
- Yes, of course.
[ominous instrumental music]
[pained yelling]
[pained yelling]
[garbled yelling]
- You okay in there?
Hey!
Shotgun?
- What are you doing?
He's vomiting in there,
sounds like he's f*cking dying!
[pained yelling]
- Go in there.
[g*n c*ck]
Follow if he responds.
[yelling]
[flesh tearing]
- Holy f*ck, what the sh*t, what the sh*t!
- Back down, convict,
this is your last warning.
[high-pitched electronic music]
[yelling]
f*ck!
[g*n firing]
[grunting]
God.
Son of a b*tch!
[spitting]
[distant voices speaking]
[clattering]
Get somebody in there
to clean this sh*t up.
Cole!
If they scream more than five minutes,
hit 'em with a fire extinguisher.
Christ.
Somebody get me some water!
- [Samantha] What the hell happened?
- Kid went crazy.
- What kid?
- The sick boy here.
- Jesus.
[coughing]
- And he just attacked you without cause.
- That's right, like an animal.
He clawed the hell out
of Barker over there.
- Well, prison's not for everyone.
It sounds like your man's condition
was mental, Miss Beckett.
We're not supposed to house
those types here.
- We need to have an autopsy
conducted as soon as possible.
We'll send it out
first thing in the morning.
Warden, this has to happen now.
This body needs to be removed immediately.
Something is very wrong here.
Judging by the temperature of the body,
I'd put time of death
at over three hours ago.
Also look at his feet, Dr. Goring.
You know gravity pulls blood down
post-mortem.
Doesn't it look like
he died standing up?
He was standing
when I blew his head off.
[suspenseful music swells]
Lieutenant Sweeney, hold still.
- I don't understand this.
- What the hell's that supposed to mean?
- Lieutenant, you shot Dee 10 minutes ago,
but the advanced state
of decomposition suggests
that he's been dead for hours.
- You've lost me, honey.
- I've studied the range of
acute infectious diseases,
hemorrhagic fevers, like Ebola, Marburg.
It's obvious that Dee was
infected with something,
but this manifestation is something
that I've never seen before.
not to panic, Miss Beckett.
What the hell are you saying to me now?
- I need to use your phone.
- The phone.
What are you suggesting we do?
I've got a prison to run.
Warden, they confiscated my phone
when I entered the prison.
Now I need to get an outside line
and we need to get this
body sealed up immediately.
- Quit dodging me.
This is my prison,
and I will not be kept in the dark!
- Warden, with all due respect,
this is bigger than me.
Now I was only sent here to do
the preliminary evaluation of Dee.
Evaluation of what? Give me
some straight answers, goddammit!
All I know is that the CDC took interest
in statements made by Dee
at the time of his arrest.
- I've heard that line
of bullshit already.
What statements?
He claimed that he m*rder*d his victims
because they were infected
with a biotoxin that...
drove them mad.
- Drove 'em mad.
- That's what he said.
- Warden, I can't listen to this sh*t.
I've got incited prisoners to deal with.
- Lieutenant Sweeney, I suggest--
- Go ahead, Lieutenant.
- Warden Mahler!
- Miss Beckett, next to me,
that man runs this prison.
Now, until you can give
me some straight answers,
I've got to restore calm to this facility.
[dramatic instrumental music]
- Stand back from the bars.
Open 'em up!
[suspenseful instrumental music]
Level nine, three missing.
- Caesar, Drake, get your asses
out front and center.
You too Spooky, now.
Don't make me come down there, convicts.
- You better come down here, Lieutenant.
- Jesus Christ.
- Playing sick isn't your style, Caesar.
- Yeah, just not feeling good.
- Maybe you got something from that kid.
What's so f*cking funny?
- That's what Caesar said
to me in the morning.
- All right, on your feet, now!
You too, Spooky!
See what happens when you don't get
your f*cking beauty rest,
you f*cking f*ggots?
Get in line.
- Mr. Sweeney, seriously, man.
What did the kid have?
- Stop.
[knocking]
Prisoner 76491.
- Please stay outside.
[coughing]
- Miss Beckett.
This is the prisoner
you requested to speak with.
- His name is Jonathan Redding.
- Thank you.
- It's Johnny.
- Mr. Redding, I'm Samantha
Beckett with the CDC.
- Wait, who the hell is that in there?
- You shared a holding cell in county
and a transport with Travis Dee, correct?
- Yes, that is correct.
Is that him?
- Just forget about what's in there.
Now, did Travis tell you anything
about himself or his crime?
- Maybe.
You know, why do you want to know?
Because the CDC, now that's,
that's some pretty
serious business, right?
- Johnny, I just need to know
what he may have told you.
- What does this have to do with me?
Did he give me something?
- No, that's not what this is about.
Now I just need to know
everything he told you.
Johnny, you could be helping
yourself out by talking to me.
- Helping me?
Why don't you go f*ck yourself, lady?
- Hey.
- Hey, what?
I wanna know what he gave me.
- Watch your f*cking mouth, slick.
- Look, he didn't give you anything.
Now I'm through playing these games.
You need to start talking.
- You wanna answer some
questions for the lady,
or do you wanna spend some
f*cking time in the hole, kiddo?
[quiet laughing]
You gonna answer the
lady's questions or what?
- Well?
- This guy was really weird.
- In what way?
- He's crazy, he's just crazy, okay?
Every word out of his mouth is crazy.
He was talking about biolabs
and these toxins.
He said that he had this infection
and he gave this infection to his friends,
and that's why he had to g*n 'em down.
He said that is his infection,
it comes out of his pores,
it comes out of his sweat,
it comes out of his piss.
He was basically trying to tell me
that he was a walking time b*mb.
He was trying to tell me he was a walking,
infected time b*mb.
[clock ticking]
[fragmented yelling]
[intense yelling]
[g*n firing]
[screaming]
[g*n firing]
- f*ck you!
f*ck!
- Listen to me.
I know that's him in there, isn't it?
- Yes, that's him.
- I heard the guards blew him away.
So why are you asking me about this, huh?
What are you trying to say to me?
Are you trying to tell me
that his story was real?
- Is that what you're saying?
- No, I'm definitely not saying that.
- Well, what are you saying to me then?
- Just relax.
I'm only collecting data at this point,
but I'm going to need for you
to tell me everything.
- He said that the disease or the toxin
or whatever the, you want to call it,
he says it mutates.
He says that it can k*ll
one person in a couple hours
or it can k*ll another
person in a couple minutes
depending on their...
genetic makeup.
Here's the most insane part though.
He says that it can k*ll somebody...
and then it has him running
around again in just seconds.
You sure he didn't give me something?
- What the hell?
Barker... Barker's dead.
- No, he's not dead.
- Sure looks like it to me.
- What?
- There's definitely no pulse.
- I, I don't understand.
- What the hell happened?
- I don't know, he was fine.
His wounds are completely superficial.
[coughing]
[suspenseful music swells]
[grunting]
- Oh, my God, Dr. Goring!
[pained yelling]
- Ah, get it off me, ah!
- Don't go over there!
- Ah, get it off me!
[coughing]
[blood spewing]
- f*ck!
It's all over my face and f*cking food!
[intense percussive music]
[yelling]
[thudding]
- sh*t, I barely touched him.
Get these assholes out of here
before we get a riot going!
- Come on.
- [Prisoner Holding Tray] What,
what the hell do you think you're doing?
- Oh, what the f*ck?
- Christ, goddammit, Cole!
You two clean these sh*t up,
get these guys out here.
It's the last f*cking time [indistinct].
[screaming]
[blood spurting]
- Goddammit!
- Jesus f*cking Christ.
- Ah, get him off of me, ah!
Get him off me!
Reverend!
Help me!
[screaming]
- [Samantha] Don't go over there!
- [Dr. Goring] Get him
off me, get him off me!
[pained screaming]
[flesh tearing]
[pained screaming]
- God, oh, my God!
Oh, God!
- Call Warden Mahler.
- What's wrong with him?
- He's sick.
- I can see that!
What did he just give me?
- We don't know.
It's happening, okay? This is happening.
We need to get a g*n and sh**t them.
- Why did he just tell you to sh**t me?
- I don't know.
- Why did the man on the bed try
to eat Dr. Goring and me?
- He's sick, he's disturbed.
- What, do we have some
kind of a cannibal epidemic?
- Don't be ridiculous.
Reverend! Hurry and give yourself
your last rites.
- Johnny.
- I will do no such thing.
- f*cking sh**t yourself then, okay?
Jesus will understand!
- Johnathan!
- I am finished talking with him!
- Everyone just calm down!
- What in the Christ is going on?
[growling]
- Dr. Goring, what the f*ck's going on?
- Sweeney, what are you doing?
- He was coming at you!
[growling]
- Dr. Goring!
- Now that is not gonna work,
you need to sh**t him.
- What?
- Lieutenant Sweeney, I think
you should sh**t Dr. Goring.
- [Warden] Sweeney,
you'll do no such thing.
- I wasn't going to!
- sh**t him, sh**t him!
[growling]
[g*n firing]
Someone want to tell me
why I had to do that?
[grunting]
[g*n firing]
I did not enjoy sh**ting
staff members, goddammit!
What the f*ck is going on?
- I think I believe Travis's story now.
Believe his story about what,
you little sh*t?
What is happening?
- Now can I use the phone?
- Who are you calling?
- Walsh, it's Samantha Beckett.
Yes, sir, I'm at Harwood and it's serious.
I know I'm going over his head, sir,
but I have visual confirmation
of the virus and its effects.
Gestation is extremely fast.
Under five minutes in some cases.
Yes, sir, we need to implement
control measures now.
Understood.
Warden, he wants to talk to you.
- Who in the hell is it?
- His name is Walsh, he's with FEMA.
- FEMA.
- The hell has FEMA got to do with this?
- Now, what the hell is FEMA?
- Federal Emergency Management Agency.
Warden.
- Keith.
Jenkins.
What the hell are you doing,
bringing him down here?
He really wanted to find you, sir.
I didn't think--
Goddammit, Jenkins, you idiot!
Don't you see we got a situation here?
- Warden, you should take this call.
- Goddammit.
- What kind of sh*t
are you trying to pull?
- What's going on here?
I mean, what happened?
- Understood, sir.
The prison has been quarantined.
No one gets in or out
for the next 18 hours
or until Miss Beckett and I determine
that the infection's been contained.
- You have got to be kidding.
Has the entire world gone
completely f*cking insane?
- Quarantined, Jesus.
What does that mean, dad?
- It means I gotta get you out of here.
Warden, no one, including
your son, can leave this prison.
My son will leave this prison,
Miss Beckett.
Warden, if you let this virus
escape this prison,
it will not just be your problem.
It'll be everyone else's problem too.
Now please, think about it.
- Now just wait a minute,
we have women and kids here,
we can't just lock everybody in.
- Yes, we can. We have to.
Nothing means more to me than this boy.
Understand?
- Yes, sir.
- Sweeney, let's talk strategy.
[intense percussive music]
[screaming and yelling]
[coughing]
- Whoa, whoa, f*cking hell!
- Goddammit!
- What the f*ck is this?
Goddammit.
[retching]
I just f*cking dry cleaned this sh*t.
[coughing and retching]
- Jesus Christ, close the f*cking door!
[screaming]
[garbled yelling]
[alarm blaring]
[intense instrumental music]
- It's spreading.
- So how'd this happen?
- Come on, why was Dee
really brought here?
- We knew there was a possibility
that Dee had been exposed
to a dangerous biotoxin.
So the CDC figured that
a maximum-security prison
was the best place to isolate
and protect the mass population
should the infection turn out to be real.
- So you people figured
we were expendable.
- No, we didn't.
The CDC figured that the employees
here knew the drill.
I mean, you have provisions
for riots and full lock-downs.
- Yeah, provisions for prisoner riots.
Not unknown viral infections.
- Yes, but Dee was also
a m*rder*r, Lieutenant.
Protecting the civilian population
is the CDC's first priority.
- But we have civilians here.
[gasping and moaning]
- What's that alarm mean?
- Nothing, don't stop.
- Now hold on a minute,
I can't concentrate.
And that definitely
doesn't sound like nothing.
- Are you kidding?
I don't care if the world's
coming to an end.
I'm not stopping.
[moaning]
- All right, the reporting units indicate
that the virus has spread
to almost every sector.
- Right. So we regroup, move everybody
to the main control room by the main gate,
pull all the staff back to there
and let 'em wait it out.
- And what about the inmates?
- f*ck 'em.
And why are you still here?
Take him back to his cell.
- Thank you, thank you.
I appreciate that.
- I'll gather my men
and we'll make the push.
- Let's go.
You stay here.
- Stay here and do what?
- Wait, this is still a prison.
We're going into full lock-down.
You'll be safe here.
- I'm not going to stay here
when I have teams on the way.
- I am not having you die
out on my floor, lady.
- This is the best place you can stay
while we take care of
securing the facility.
[alarm blaring]
- Hit the secure channel.
Call all local police
and the governor's office.
f*ck that, call the National Guard,
inform them of our situation
and secure my facility.
[intense percussive music]
[yelling]
- Come on, come on, hurry the f*ck up.
Hurry, dude, hurry.
[yelling]
This is a first-class f*ck job, Warden.
We are not some bureaucrat's holding tank
for diseased sons of b*tches.
We are going into total lockdown.
Sit tight until further notice.
Stop your bitching,
we're saving your lives.
You got something on your face, Warden.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[yelling]
[clattering]
- What are they doing up there?
- Shut your trap.
Oh!
[choking]
I'm sorry about that, brother.
[intense percussive music]
If this gets beyond those prison gates
out there, Reverend,
hell will have a new definition.
It doesn't look too good for me, does it?
- Maybe there's a way to help you.
Once the teams are here,
an antibody that can reverse the effects.
- Sounds like [coughs]
wishful thinking to me.
- I know it does, Reverend.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you were infected.
[crying] I'm sorry I can't help you.
I'm sorry this infection
ever saw the light of day.
- I'm, I'm sorry too.
But I'll be fine.
I'm a lifer.
But, I'll be ready, I'll
be ready for the good Lord
when he comes down to take me away.
But, Miss Beckett,
there are people out there
who won't be ready to go.
Is there anything you can do for them?
- I don't know, Reverend.
- And what about you?
Are you ready?
Will you be ready when God comes down
with His almighty hand to take you away?
To take you away from everything
that you've ever loved,
from everything that ever loved you?
You still have those things, don't you?
Yes, I do.
- That's your humanity.
When you strip away all the,
all the nonsense of this life,
that's what we, we're left
with that, our humanity.
But I feel that I'm somehow responsible.
That there's something
that I could have done differently.
- Oh, what, should've, could've.
It's the past.
You have to move forward now, Miss Beckett,
you have to do something, you gotta,
you gotta get outta here,
this thing, whatever it is,
it's gonna, it's gonna take over me soon.
You don't wanna be here when that happens.
Go.
Go now.
- I'm sorry.
[dramatic instrumental music]
- Go now.
[high-pitched whirring]
- Everyone to their positions.
Remember these are rioting prisoners.
They will not be reasoned with.
Brute force will not be affective.
We're exercising lethal
force here, gentlemen.
Warwick, Cole, check in.
[yelling]
[Warwick] I can't see Cole.
Cole, Cole, Cole, do you read me?
Cole, come in, Cole!
- Warwick, I'm giving you an order.
sh**t anyone who tries to attack you.
Hell, sh**t anyone who
gives you a dirty look.
- Thank you, Lieutenant.
I anticipated that order.
Good. If there are any of our guys left,
pass the order along
and get to the main control room.
You know the drill.
Go for head shots,
body blows to drive 'em back.
Live rounds, everyone.
- What's going on out there?
Why isn't anybody helping us?
[squelching]
[high-pitched whirring]
[yelling]
[alarm ringing]
Sweet merciful crap!
[g*n c*ck]
Get ready, gentlemen,
the sh*t's about to really go down.
They're releasing the riot doors.
[grunting]
- Hello?
Anyone?
Hello?
[high-pitched electronic music]
[yelling]
- Whoa!
Whoa, holy sh*t.
What, what are you doing out
here alone, Beckett, huh?
- Point that g*n somewhere else, Johnny.
- I don't know, lady.
I ain't gonna die in here.
I don't want you to.
- Just lower the g*n, please.
- Bullshit, bullshit.
- [Samantha] Just put the g*n down.
- So you can, so you can go turn me in?
- No, I'm not going to.
I wouldn't do that, Johnny.
You've got keys.
Look, I'm getting out of here
no matter what, okay?
So just leave me alone.
- Johnny, I gotta get out of here too.
I have to make contact
with the teams outside.
They have to know how dire
the situation is in here!
If this infection gets
outside these prison walls,
there will be no outside to go to.
Please!
Let me help you.
- What, you wanna help me?
- Yes, I wanna help you.
You can't run around in here blind,
trying to get out.
I have the floor plan, and it'll
show us our safest way out.
Please.
Okay, well, I should just sh**t you
and I'll take that.
Johnny, I know you don't wanna do that.
You're not a k*ller.
- I'm not, but I'm a thief.
[shaky breathing]
- Please.
I've gotta get out of here too, please.
Please.
Okay?
Okay, we gotta get out of here right now.
We gotta go now, we have to go now.
- Holy sh*t.
[heavy breathing]
[yelling]
[thudding]
- Jenkins.
- Yes, sir.
I want you to save a b*llet
in your g*n for me,
and when I turn, sh**t me, understand?
- Sir?
Just say yes, Jenkins, that's an order.
- Yes, sir.
[clattering]
[yelling]
- Which way we going, Beckett?
- I don't know!
- Which way we going, Beckett?
Which f*cking way are we going, huh?
[clattering]
[yelling]
- f*cking coward.
[coughing]
[ominous instrumental music]
- No, this way!
[unhinged vocalizing]
[g*n c*ck and fires]
[intense rock music]
- [Sweeney] Standby to fire.
- Holy sh*t.
[g*ns firing]
- sh**t, dammit, sh**t.
- Get back!
[g*ns firing]
- Fall back!
[g*ns firing]
m*therf*cker!
[blood spewing]
[flesh tearing]
[suspenseful percussive music]
- There!
- Which one?
- It's that door there.
- f*ck, which one of these is it,
which one is it?
- I don't know, gonna start trying them.
- Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on!
- Ah sh*t, come on.
- sh*t,
I can't believe they got stuck!
- [Johnny] Do something!
- [Samantha] I don't
have the g*n, shot 'em!
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
- Closer, they're getting closer!
[growling]
[pained moaning]
[ominous whirring]
[retching]
- Keith, don't let it get in your mouth!
[high-pitched electronic music]
- I can't believe this.
- What, baby?
- It's like Christmas or something.
- [laughs] Thanks.
No, no, no, no,
it's like there's no one here.
[screaming]
[flesh tearing]
[crying]
[growling]
[screaming]
[yelling]
[intense percussive music]
[distant screaming and clattering]
[growling]
[screaming]
[flesh tearing]
[screaming]
- f*ck me!
Warwick!
f*ck you, f*ck you!
[yelling]
[flesh tearing]
[coughing]
- You don't look so good, sir.
- It's a real mess in there, Remmick.
- Sir?
- Real mess.
- They haven't got a g*dd*mn clue.
- They're releasing the riot doors!
- [coughing]
- They're releasing the riot doors!
- Our guys are in there,
those are our guys in there?
- Standby to fire, standby to fire!
- We had a riot here about four years ago.
Back before your time.
Nobody knows what started it,
probably one of us beating
some as*h*le's head in too much.
Whatever.
For three days, they rioted,
burned mattresses,
held guards hostage.
We finally moved in with batons,
beat 'em back,
tried to restore order.
When things calmed down,
we were investigated for
prisoner abuse. [laughs]
Funny, huh?
- Sir?
- I don't buy this sh*t that
they're turning into zombies.
And even if they are, who cares?
When I heard that kid's bullshit story,
I saw Barker attack the doc,
I was just looking for
an excuse to clean house.
[coughing]
Problem with the system is
it's too g*dd*mn slow.
For all I know, this is
just a bad case of the flu.
You know what?
I think Barker reacted the exact same way.
That make me a bad person, Remmick?
- Not from where I'm standing.
[laughing and coughing]
[g*n c*ck]
- Time to go back into the cages.
See if we can salvage
any of the survivors.
- Stay frosty, boys, we're going in.
- Woo!
[thudding]
[growling]
- sh*t!
[heavy breathing]
sh*t!
[unhinged laughing]
Ah, sh*t.
They said that my first day
in the can was gonna be,
it was gonna be bad.
It's bad.
- [Samantha] I wish I could laugh at this.
- [laughs] I'm sorry, I, I'm sorry.
Do, do you have a cigarette?
- Don't smoke.
Yeah, me neither, but it just
seems really good right now.
[thudding]
What, what, was it that tipped
you guys off about Travis?
- He worked for a company
called Black Thorn.
It's a South African
pharmaceutical company
that lost their license last year
over ethical concerns.
[suspenseful percussive music]
- What were they doing?
Unsanctioned human and animal testing.
They were biologically
reanimating, reorganizing
dead tissues and biological systems.
- These people, they actually,
their job is to bring
the dead back to life?
That's great [laughs].
- Not really, we didn't think
they existed until today,
I mean, the same company
has an arm in the U.S.
and the FDA's been investigating,
but nothing concrete.
Until this.
- And so the government,
the government knew,
the government knew about this?
- Well, yes and no.
I mean, nothing concrete.
Since we couldn't set up
an independent containment facility
and it was pretty obvious that Dee
had just m*rder*d four people,
we just thought...
- The government, they thought that,
that a couple of murders
and th*gs, that'd be...
- I guess the government
tends to prioritize.
Look, Johnny, the CDC
cannot have predicted
the magnitude of this case.
- Do you really believe that?
Do you really believe that, huh?
- I have to.
[metallic clattering]
- I don't think that door
can hold much longer.
[metallic clattering]
[suspenseful percussive music]
[screaming]
[flesh tearing]
[growling]
Not my baby, no!
[growling]
- Hide under my desk!
[coughing and spitting]
Stay under there, I'll get us out of this.
[door handle shaking]
This is just what I didn't want
my son to see.
Take him to work, get attacked by zombies.
Your mother's gonna k*ll me.
Keith, Keith!
Keith, stay under the desk.
I'll get us out of this, I promise.
[g*n firing]
[yelling]
[flesh tearing]
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
[light piano music]
- Die, die, f*cking, f*cking die!
[g*n firing]
[yelling]
- What the f*ck is happening?
[g*n firing]
[yelling]
- f*ck!
f*ck, f*cking die!
- Oh, sh*t!
[heavy breathing]
[metallic clattering]
It sounds like they're getting through.
- Here goes.
[high-pitched whirring]
[growling]
- Goddammit!
[crying]
- Okay, it's okay.
We have, we have to stay on the outside.
- No, no, no!
- They can't touch us!
- No, no, there's gotta be another way.
If anybody sees us,
they're going to sh**t our asses,
you know that, right?
- That's possible.
- I wonder how they're doing up there.
- If I had to bet, I'd bet on dead.
- Oh, good.
I'm glad you're optimistic.
We gotta get out of here now.
[growling]
[screaming]
[flesh tearing]
- Son of a b*tch!
[g*n firing]
- Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus.
[pained breathing]
- Johnny, you're okay.
- f*ck.
- You're okay.
All right, we gotta get out of here.
- Son of a b*tch.
Okay, okay, give me a second.
- No, we gotta get out of here.
- Okay, okay.
Oh, sh*t.
I guess Warden Mahler was right.
My streak has come to an end.
- We gotta get out of here.
[heavy breathing]
I'm not leaving you, we gotta go.
We gotta get outta here, Johnny.
I'm not leaving you.
- Here, take this.
I need you to sh**t me.
- What?
- sh**t me.
When I start to growl and look like
I'm gonna take a chunk out of you.
[ominous instrumental music]
- No.
- sh**t me!
- No.
- sh**t me when I'm gone.
No, we're getting out of here.
We're leaving.
- f*ck.
- We gotta get out of here.
Come on, Johnny, we can make it outta here.
[yelling]
[intense rock music]
[g*ns firing]
- Keep firing, drop 'em all!
[g*ns firing]
- f*ck you, f*ck you,
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you!
[coughing]
This is for not giving me
a raise in my last evaluation!
[g*n firing]
[intense rock music]
- Oh, f*cking hell, I'm
hit, I'm hit, oh, f*ck.
[g*n firing]
[yelling]
[coughing]
- I'm the emperor!
Top of the food chain!
[coughing]
[intense rock music]
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
[yelling]
[flesh tearing]
- Ah, f*ck, ah!
[g*n firing]
[pained yelling]
f*ck, f*ck you!
- Come on, we've gotta go,
no, we're gonna leave.
[screaming]
[growling]
- Go now!
- No, I can sh**t him!
- Go now, get the f*ck out of here!
- I can sh**t him!
Move, let me sh**t him!
- Go now!
[growling]
- Move, Johnny!
- Get the f*ck out of here, go now!
- Move, move!
- Get the f*ck out of here, go now!
Go!
Go, go now, get out of here!
[yelling and growling]
[despairing yelling]
[flesh tearing]
[ethereal instrumental music]
- Sweeney!
[ominous instrumental music]
I'm not gonna die out
on the floor of the dead, Sweeney.
[yelling]
[g*n firing]
[intense rock music]
[growling]
♪ Tear down the hateful ♪
♪ Trusting is for the suckers ♪
[ominous instrumental music]
Oh, my God.
[growling]
[g*n firing]
[g*n firing]
Don't sh**t!
Don't sh**t, I'm not infected, hey.
Jenkins, okay.
How do we get out of here?
- How do we get out of here?
- We don't, okay?
Is there anyone else in there?
- No, they're dead.
Everyone's dead!
- Yeah, are they gonna stay that way?
- I hope so.
We gotta get out of here.
- Okay.
- Hey, where are you going?
- Need to go, need to go that way.
- What's that way?
- I don't know, I don't know, okay?
Okay, main gate, main gate is this way.
- You okay?
Jenkins, are you hurt?
[growling]
[flesh tearing]
[screaming]
[g*n firing]
[labored breathing]
[crying]
- This is no good.
- I'm sorry.
f*ck.
- Just do it, do it.
[g*n firing]
[crying]
- Copy that, k*ll shots only.
Hold still, b*tch.
[suspenseful instrumental music]
[g*n firing]
[sirens wailing]
That's 17, O'Neil.
Two up on you.
[melancholy instrumental music]
[growling]
[intense rock music]
♪ Raw, force, reign ♪
♪ My God ♪
♪ Raw, iron clad, sick, out of hand ♪
♪ Hostile and proud of it ♪
♪ This powerhouse you can't f*ck with ♪
♪ Intrepid, predominant, forever undying ♪
♪ Pitch-black and bulletproof ♪
♪ Like a ton of bricks, we
raze, like an iron fist ♪
♪ We'll pulverize and enrage, superhuman ♪
♪ This strength, pound for pound ♪
♪ Break the speed of sound ♪
♪ Brutal, feel no remorse ♪
♪ We reign with excessive force ♪
♪ Ruthless, shameless, infinite disorder ♪
♪ Godlike we're thunderous ♪
♪ Like a ton of bricks,
we raze, like an iron fist ♪
♪ We'll pulverize and enrage, superhuman ♪
♪ Raw, force, reign ♪
♪ My God ♪
♪ Pitch-black and bulletproof ♪
♪ Godlike we're thunderous ♪
♪ Pitch-black and bulletproof ♪
♪ Superhuman ♪
♪ Godlike we're thunderous ♪
♪ Pitch-black and bulletproof ♪
♪ This damaged case ♪
♪ Godlike we're thunderous ♪
♪ Shreds to the bone ♪
♪ Pitch-black and bulletproof ♪
♪ Superhuman ♪
♪ Godlike we're thunderous ♪
♪ Pitch-black and bulletproof ♪
♪ Pitch-Black ♪
[clapping]
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