Mirror Life (2025)

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(bright music) (graphics swooshing)

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(heart beating)

(victim screaming)

[Announcer] Attention, attention.

Lockdown protocols are in effect.

(victim screams) (g*n fires)

(victim crashes) (dispatch

speaks indistinctly)

All patients must report to

their rooms for processing.

(alarm wailing) (heart beating)

(g*n fires)

You f*ck!

(fists and feet thudding)

(patient groaning)

Tough guy.

[Announcer] Leaving

the premises is prohibited

by all personnel.

(fists and feet thudding)

(patient groans and whines)

Violators of protocol will be detained!

(alarm wailing) (patient gargling)

(ominous music)

[Doctor] Gina?

Gina?

(ominous music)

You don't have to feel ashamed.

You can talk to me.

You're safe here.

(ominous music)

You don't remember anything?

(child screams)

No.

(ominous music)

[Doctor] What's the last

thing you do remember?

(child screams)

I was sick in bed.

(ominous music)

[Doctor] Your niece and

nephew, do you remember them?

(child screams)

- No! No!

- I can't...

I'm just here to help you.

(ominous music)

I need to get the f*ck outta here!

[Doctor] Gina, please.

I need to get out!

[Doctor] If you have a

seat and, we can talk about it.

(Gina screaming and bellowing)

What happened to your face, Gina?

I want to leave.

[Doctor] I can't let you do

that if you don't talk to me.

(ominous music)

(door buzzing and clicking)

(door squeaks and clicks)

(feet clacking)

(chair screeching)

(chair creaks)

Okay, how are we today, Gina?

Gina?

I'd like to talk about the

scratches on your face.

Did you do that to yourself?

Was it one of the guards?

(eerie music) (alarm wailing)

[Doctor] Open the door! Open the door!

Open the f*cking door!

Open the f*cking door!

- Rolling?

- Mm-hmm.

I'm Tracy Kowalski and I am sh**ting

this documentary to keep an explicit record

on the search for my cousin Jordan

who has literally disappeared.

This is a picture like from

the last time I saw my cousin.

[Ike] That's a nice picture.

Um, I've been able to

put some pieces together.

Not all of them.

He went in for an experimental study

for a drug called Dumitor.

He was low on cash

and he submitted himself.

I traced back Dumitor,

I've been doing research on the drug,

and so far I can trace it

back to three scientists:

Donovan Miller, Will

Taylor and Elias Campbell.

So Taylor and Miller, I

couldn't really find a lot,

there's some Linkedln profiles.

But, Campbell, this guy is just not...

He has a history.

I mean, he's charged with

fraud, gross malpractice,

charges were eventually dropped, whatever.

According to his Linkedln profile now,

he's working with a company

Precision Pharmaceuticals.

Don't get me started on this

company. It's completely shady.

It's-it's... I mean,

everything you can imagine.

There's, like, lawsuits,

criminal charges, conspiracy theories.

[Ike] Yeah, I know, I

read all about that company.

And, I mean, other than their

super friendly commercials

and the spokesperson,

that company's pretty grimey.

And it's partially owned by this guy.

[Ike] Lemme see.

Jacob Gosling.

[Ike] Oh. Oh, yeah, he looks trustworthy.

So I hired my friend Ike

here to film this documentary.

That's me. I don't know if

I got myself, but whatever.

(camera clicks)

(sighs) So that's

basically all I could find.

(screen thuds) (vehicles humming)

(people chattering)

[Receptionist] Thank you for waiting.

Mr. Gosling will be with you shortly.

Elias, how did you hear about this guy?

Through the grapevine. Why?

I just heard things.

Like what?

Like his rise to the

top wasn't necessarily

the most, um, ethical.

He knows people in the FDA and the CDC.

He has money and influence.

Elias, it's been a long time.

It's good to see you.

This is Will Taylor and Donovan Miller.

Please sit, I've read your proposal.

Some intriguing data there.

Thank you.

What exactly does this drug cure?

Uh, everything.

Everything?

Well, I mean, not at

first, but it has the potential.

We have to test it on people.

We've had successful tests

with 30 macaque monkeys.

Uh-huh, but how does

this miracle drug work?

(groans) It's a little bit complicated.

Educate me.

Are you familiar with cellular biology?

Yes.

Then you know what a cell is?

Yes.

Cells have organelles.

Organelles are like mini organs.

They make a cell perform its function.

One of these organelles

is called a ribosome.

Ribosomes create proteins

from amino acids and RNA,

transcoded from DNA, which basically

Mr. Gosling, what he's

Uh, call me Jacob.

Mr. Gosling makes me sound like an as*h*le.

(group chuckles)

Jacob, think of it like this.

The human body is like a computer.

We run on operating systems.

In our case, our cells,

molecules are right-handed.

It's called chirality.

So how does this tie

into Donovan's ribosome?

Right, (chuckles)

well, I'm glad you asked.

Basically, we are able to hack into

a ribosome and create a synthetic version

or another operating system that

can create a molecule's chiral twin.

Its mirror image.

Or mirror life, if you will.

And?

Well, in time, the mirrored proteins

that were created from this ribosome

can create their own proteins.

Essentially, we can tailor these

to eradicate any illness that we want.

I'm sorry, boys, but this sounds more

like science fiction than science.

Jacob, I've been a part of

this team for over a year now.

These guys are for real.

What if the systems aren't compatible?

They're not, we thought ahead though.

Since we tailor these ribosomes,

we were able to endow them with

a chiral fatty acid membrane to prevent

the interaction between the two systems.

Right, it's kind of how our body

can protect non-oxygenated blood from air.

Yes.

(ominous music)

And you wanna test this on people?

(chuckles) Right, yeah, phew.

Human beings, you do realize

what you're asking me for?

Yes.

(ominous music)

Do you have a location

for this experiment?

Yes.

(ominous music)

Let me be clear.

If we do business, you must be discreet.

And we wanna keep

this as private as you do.

I insist on hiring a

private security firm to help

to keep things in order.

(stammers) Mr. Gosling, I

Jacob.

Jacob, I don't think that's necessary.

I insist.

Okay.

Good, you boys have your funding.

(Donovan chuckles)

And, fellas, don't f*ck it up.

(unsettling music) (chair creaks)

- Good to see you, Jacob.

- You too.

Now let's get to work.

(screen thuds)

(ominous music)

(tongue clicking)

(drum beating)

(tongue clicking)

Stop staring at me.

You're a good looking woman.

(patient chuckles) (lips smacking)

What are you looking at?

(ominous music)

Can I help you?

What's with you?

Dude, gimme a break.

I've been cooped up in here for two weeks.

I'm about to pull my hair out. (Sighs)

We're getting paid to sit

on our a*s for a month, be grateful.

Yeah. Bullshit pay, that's what.

Have you even thought about

what they are testing on us?

(unsettling music)

I'm serious, why aren't we

allowed to leave the premises?

Why are there armed

security guards outside?

I think you're being paranoid.

And I think you have a great a*s

and I would love to spank it.

You need to cut that sh*t out.

Or what?

(feet clacking)

[Security] Everything okay here, guys?

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

How 'bout you, man?

I'm talking to you.

I heard you.

(chuckles) Tough guy.

You kids behave now.

(lips smacking) (ominous music)

(feet clacking)

Okay, okay.

Sorry about that.

How's the wife?

She's fine.

- She calls you a lot.

- Yeah, you know,

my head's all stuck at work here.

I had a wife once.

What happened?

Too many phone calls.

So which one is it?

[Will] It's Rosemary here.

She has acute asthma.

She's breathing normal for now.

But?

Well, when she first got

here, she wouldn't shut up,

so we upped her dosage

and now she's quiet as can be.

I think she's okay, but

I'll take a look at her.

What about the others?

[Will] Lindsey, hypothyroidism

seems to be clearing up.

- Keith?

- Spastic colitis.

But not as chronic as it was two weeks ago.

Halfway there.

Yeah.

(hand slaps) (ominous music)

Dr. Lyons normally does this,

but he's at a funeral.

Right, so, the program has

gone through the first two weeks.

My migraines are gone.

Completely?

Yeah, your little wonder drug works.

Um. (Chuckles)

When do I get paid?

Uh, well, the-the test phase

runs for another two weeks.

We have to monitor, make

sure there aren't any side effects.

You haven't felt any?

No.

No skin irritations, no hypertension?

Are you sure?

Want me to turn my head and cough?

(chuckles) No, that won't be necessary.

Thank you. (Clears throat)

(pump hissing and popping)

(Rosemary inhales and exhales)

(machine beeping) (unsettling music)

(strap screeches)

How's it looking, Doc?

Your blood pressure's high.

Is that bad?

Well, according to your chart,

it was normal two weeks ago.

(folder crackling)

Are you accusing me of something?

No. But I do think it's

something to be concerned with.

Don't you think?

(folder crackling)

Now according to your chart,

Dr. Taylor has noticed

changes in your behavior as well.

I feel fine.

(folder thuds)

What's that?

That's torsemide, it

reduces hypertension.

Well, I thought the medication

was supposed to do that.

Well, it seems to be causing it.

I think we need to talk to Dr. Taylor

before we do any... It will be fine.

I'm really not comfortable... Rosemary!

Rosemary, please.

You just have to trust me.

(machine beeping)

There. That wasn't so bad, was it?

Are we done?

Yes. We're done.

(machine beeping)

[Announcer] For every health

decision, you want precision.

Precision Pharmaceuticals.

(people speaks indistinctly) (TV fizzing)

[Lindsey] Hi.

Hey.

Anything interesting on?

Nah, I'm just k*lling time.

Ooh. Go back.

(ominous music) (chainsaw whining)

Good movie.

Thanks for sticking up for me earlier.

You know, with Keith.

He's a f*cking idiot.

I don't know.

The way he looked at me earlier was weird.

I know that look.

I got your back.

So what are you gonna do,

I mean, you know, after we get out of here?

I don't know, probably just going to look

for more work, you?

I don't know.

I don't really wanna go home.

(victim whining)

(victim screams) (camera clicks)

[Ike] So, how long has

your cousin been gone?

Jordan's been missing for three weeks.

Damn. So, I mean, what are we doing here?

Shouldn't we be like looking or something

He was seeing this doctor,

Liebowitz, for his migraines.

And that's who recommended

him for an experimental study.

Some new drug called Dumitor.

He went in and no one has

seen or heard from him since.

[Ike] Well, Mr. Liebowitz

needs to hurry up

'cause of the curfew, you know?

(Tracy speaking indistinctly)

Excuse me, excuse me, Dr. Liebowitz?

- Yes.

- Hi.

Are you recording this?

Yeah. My name is Tracy Kowalski.

I'm sorry. I was just on

my way in to see you.

I'm sorry, we're closed for the day,

but if you'd like to make an appointment

for next week, you can

just visit our website

Okay, I'm actually, I'm

just making a documentary.

Why are you recording this?

Um, my cousin Jordan is missing,

and I know he's a patient of yours.

That is doctor-client

privilege, okay, so just...

Look, I'm late for an

appointment... Just, excuse me, but

No one has seen or

heard from him in weeks.

I went to where the experiment was

and that place is abandoned.

I don't know what to tell you.

- You have to know something!

- I don't know

what to tell you.

- You have to know something.

- Hey, get off my...

- If you know what's good

for you, you'll f*cking drop it now, okay?

Now get the hell out of

here or I call the cops!

Good! Do it, call the cops.

- Let's get them down here!

- Yeah, okay,

let's get them down here!

- Tracy, you know what?

Come on. Come on.

f*ck, are you kidding me?

What the hell was that?

[Ike] I don't know, but

maybe we shouldn't take

a chance, you know

Well, he obviously knows something.

Who would-who'd freak out like that?

(camera clicks and beeps)

[Ike] Can you believe this guy?

I'm still shaking.

[Ike] Yeah, he, um

he's got to be hiding something.

Nobody gets that crazy

for no reason, you know?

What the f*ck was that?

[Ike] I don't know. He

grabbed my f*cking camera.

He's lucky my sh*t is all right now.

That just like did not go at all

how I wanted it to go, that was...

[Ike] I mean, you gotta be

onto something, Tracy, honestly.

I know.

[Ike] So, I mean, what

do you wanna do next?

I wanna go visit Wendy.

Jordan's ex-girlfriend.

[Ike] Okay.

I wanna go to her place.

[Ike] Where she's at?

She's close, she's just,

she's not answering any of my messages.

I wanna go see her.

[Ike] All right.

(ominous music)

Rosemary, (speaking indistinctly).

Hold your arm still please.

(ominous music)

- Ow, ow, that hurts!

- Would you stop

moving your arm, please!

(ominous music)

- Ah!

- sh*t.

(Rosemary whines)

Rosemary?

Stay back. Don't come

any closer! (Panting)

I want my husband.

I thought you said your husband was dead?

Oh god, you're lying.

You don't know what the

f*ck you're talking about!

He's in the building! (Panting)

(phone clicks)

What are you doing with that?

I'm just making a phone call.

You put the f*cking weapon down now!

Wait, what are you seeing right now?

You think this is a weapon?

What's going on here?

You stay back!

(pan clangs) (Will crashes)

Easy does it, Rosemary.

- Get away from me!

- Everything's fine.

Don't come any closer to me!

We're your friends here.

(unsettling music)

(taser buzzing) (Rosemary screams)

(Rosemary crashes and

groans) (ominous music)

You okay?

What the hell happened to her?

(mouse clicking) (ominous music)

Good God.

What?

Her asthma's healing,

but her body's producing

unhealthy levels of epinephrine.

Well, that explains the hypertension.

And why that bedpan nearly broke my arm.

(unsettling music)

This isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Mr. Gosling, she's

producing unnatural levels

of epinephrine, it's

destroying her nervous system.

She's on a constant adrenaline rush.

She's a ticking time b*mb.

What do you think?

We should move forward.

Are you out of your mind?

We need to shut down the entire program.

Quarantine everyone until we're sure

that no one else has been infected.

She's not contagious.

She just had a negative

reaction to the formula.

It was bound to happen.

We should cut her loose,

pay her in full, and call it a day.

Will?

(ominous music)

With the exception of Rosemary,

the drug works.

All right then.

But I wanna examine her first.

She's not a lab rat, Will.

Fine, you examine her.

You see if there's anything

you could do for her.

You have 72 hours.

Or what?

(unsettling music)

(door clicks) (machine beeping)

Hi, Rosemary.

What's that?

I'm just giving you your medication.

Which one?

Excuse me?

Which medication?

We've only been giving you one.

(suspenseful music)

Rosemary, has someone

given you another dosage?

Who?

(ominous music) (machine beeping)

What the hell are you thinking?

What are you talking about?

Rosemary?

I gave her torsemide.

Her blood pressure was high.

We can't just mix and match medications.

We have no idea what

that can do to the coding.

The dosage I gave her was totally benign.

Elias, we're not testing cough syrup!

You're screwing with my formula!

Your formula, so this little lecture

isn't about Rosemary, is it?

Never mind what happens to her.

We're only human, Will.

See, that's funny coming from you.

Why don't you stop riding my a*s

and pay a little bit more attention

to what your friend Don's

been doing in the lab?

Maybe he miscalculated or something.

Like I said, Will, we're only human.

(folder scratches) (feet clacking)

(Will sighs)

[Donovan] So that means

we don't know enough about

what we're doing here!

That's the danger of the whole thing!

And I'm not making any sense?

[Elias] She is a subject!

She's a subject. We

are testing this process!

[Donovan] She's a subject

that you don't care about.

[Elias] It's not relevant

if I care about her.

[Donovan] She's a human being!

She's a human, don't you understand that?

(speaking indistinctly)

[Elias] We are in a process here.

We're in a process that's failing!

If you have miscalculated the formula,

then that is your fault.

- Everybody dies in

this hospital, then it's your fault!

If she dies, that is not a problem to me!

That's not a problem

for a human being to die?

She needs to be quarantined.

Let it be on the record,

she needs to be quarantined.

- The subject needs to...

(clapperboard slaps)

Oh my God!

[Ike] What's going on?

It's just (murmurs)...

This is Wendy's apartment building.

Wendy is Jordan's ex-girlfriend.

And she's not answering.

She's not answering f*cking text,

calls, emails, Facebook messages.

Just completely MIA

at the exact same time as Jordan.

It's just weird.

Yeah, it's... It just, it blows my mind.

- It's insane.

- Maybe they

- went off together.

- Oh, grab that!

Oh, damn dude.

Um, guys, I'm not comfortable with this.

- What are you...

- What?

Getting in there.

I'm not paying you to be comfortable.

I'm paying you to help me.

[Crew Member] Oh yeah. I'm sorry.

Are you...

[Ike] You know what? Come on.

You know what? Forget it, Tracy, come on.

It's two minutes, two minutes.

- Nope.

- Fine. Awesome.

Great, well, I'll just do it myself.

[Ike] Yeah, you know what?

Also, lemme change my lens because

- Kidding me.

- We're actually

(camera beeps)

- Can you smell that?

- Dude, whoa.

What is that?

[Ike] I don't think I've ever smelled

- anything like that.

- Oh my God.

Dude, that's f*cking nasty!

[Ike] Oh my God!

Yeah, no, as soon as you get right here,

it's really bad. (Coughing)

[Tracy] I can't breathe. (Coughing)

It's coming... Is that

It's coming from, yeah, it's

coming from her apartment.

- Okay.

- Oh my God.

It's like... (retches)

Come on, just f*ck it.

[Ike] Are you sure

you wanna walk in there?

(Tracy coughing)

Oh.

[Ike] Oh.

(door knocking)

Oh my god, Wendy?

It's Tracy. I'm looking for Jordan.

(door knocking)

It's f*cking, it's open.

[Ike] It's open?

Should we f*cking go in?

[Ike] Yeah. Absolutely.

Lets just get this sh*t

done, man, it stinks.

(door squeaks)

- Oh!

- Oh my God!

(Ike coughing)

Oh my God.

[Ike] Yeah. That's pretty bad.

Come on. Let's get this over with.

- Oh my God.

- Is that your cousin?

Who is that?

I don't know.

(camera whines)

That's not Jordan.

What the f*ck? Dude,

that guy is f*cking dead.

(door squeaks)

W- Wendy?

- What the f*ck?

- Are you okay?

[Ike] Tracy, we should probably go.

Wendy, where is Jordan?

- Tracy, um.

- I...

- She's got a hammer, Tracy.

- Shut the f*ck up, I know.

Where's Jordan?

- Get out!

- Oh sh*t!

- Get out!

- Oh sh*t!

- Get out!

- Oh sh*t!

(camera clicks)

What the hell just happened?

Should we have called the cops?

The cops, and tell them what exactly?

That we broke into someone's apartment

and that the girl who lived

there k*lled someone else,

and then she chased after us with

a hammer and fell down the stairs?

She's probably dead, Tracy.

The cops will just throw this away.

Okay, if you go to the cops,

all this is for nothing.

Don't you feel it? You're onto something.

I mean, first the doctor.

Now this-this craziness.

I don't even know what that was.

I never seen anything like that in my life.

We have to find these scientists.

Yeah, yeah, that's exactly

what we have to do, okay?

Uh, you know what?

I'm gonna-I'm gonna

back up this footage too.

[Tracy] Yeah.

(ominous music)

(machine beeping) (heart beating)

(unsettling music)

(machine beeping)

(eerie music) (machine beeping)

(unsettling music)

(phone ringing) (unsettling music)

Hello?

(ominous music) (phone ringing)

Hello?

(ominous music)

(door clattering) (ominous music)

Hello?

(ominous music)

(unsettling music) (guard hisses)

(unsettling music) (Rosemary panting)

(wall thuds) (guard panting)

(Jordan grunting)

(fist thudding)

(door thuds) (tense music)

(Lindsey screams) (tense music)

(feet clacking)

(Rosemary panting) (Lindsey screaming)

(suspenseful music) (Rosemary panting)

(door thuds) (Rosemary whines)

(guard inhaling and exhaling)

(suspenseful music)

(unsettling music) (Lindsey whines)

(door thuds) (unsettling music)

(guard inhaling and exhaling)

(door clattering)

(Lindsey groans) (unsettling music)

Lindsey, stop it's me.

It's Jordan, don't scream.

sh*t, the floor is not that big.

We should head back.

We can smoke her out.

Stop, I'm gonna let you go.

It's not safe back there.

She's just a little girl.

And we don't know who else is out here.

(Jordan panting) (Lindsey panting)

Why's your shirt all bloody?

A guy-a guy in a gas

mask tried to choke me.

I don't know if he's dead or not.

(Jordan groans and pants)

It's me.

(suspenseful music) (lips smacking)

What is this place?

Hell if I know.

I think we're still in the complex.

(suspenseful music)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, let me go!

Let me go, no, no, ah!

(suspenseful music)

(case clicking)

(door squeaks)

(suspenseful music continues)

(unsettling music)

Hello?

(door knocks) (unsettling music)

Come on.

Donovan?

(unsettling music)

Reggie?

[Speaker] Where are you doing?

What are you doing?

(unsettling music)

Where are you going?

Downstairs.

(unsettling music)

(fist thuds) (Donovan screaming)

(weapon thuds) (Reggie whines)

(Donovan panting)

Ah!

(weapon thuds) (Reggie grunts)

Ah. (Gargling)

(weapon crunches) (guard screams)

(neck pops) (unsettling music)

(ominous music)

What are you doing?

My job.

Donovan?

Will, why are you wearing gas masks?

It went airborne, Don.

(Donovan sighs)

That's why we shut down the elevators.

I was afraid this would happen.

We need your help,

Don. They're downstairs.

We can't risk contamination.

What do you want me to do?

Just find them. Bring 'em to us.

(unsettling music)

(speaking indistinctly) (patient laughing)

- Tell me what this means!

- Ah!

Who's that screaming?

I don't know.

I'll f*cking bite your face off! Ah!

What do the tests mean?

It sounds like Keith.

Yeah, it's funny? Funny guy? (Laughing)

I'm not going down there.

It'll be alright. Don't worry.

You want something

to laugh about funny guy?

- Yeah.

- I'll give you something

- to smile about.

- Yeah, go ahead!

- You want it?

- Cut it up, ah, ah!

Yeah, here it comes, you piece

Keith, what are you doing?

- Get off me.

- Get back

He's a f*cking liar!

This is all his fault!

Just back off!

Yeah. Look at this, go ahead, read it.

(ominous music)

What?

(Elias chuckling)

It's an email between Elias

and some guy named Jacob.

He's talking about us.

Twin ribosome adapting abnormally

in Lindsey, Jordan and Rosemary.

What the f*ck? What

the hell does this mean?

We have to be careful.

The walls have ears.

He's talking about the

guys with the gas masks.

Dr. Campbell, what is this email about?

The boogeyman with the magic wands.

I'm going to shut this f*cking guy up.

- Keith!

- Guys, stop.

- Stay back!

- Outta my way.

Dr. Campbell, what does that email mean?!

They're hunting you down

one by one!

Enough! Shut him the f*ck up!

Relax, dude!

(Elias chuckling)

It's not a virus!

It's something else.

Who has it?

You do.

You do.

And you do.

It got Rosemary first,

then she had a little cough,

and then everybody went crazy.

I guess-I guess we

didn't contain it very well.

Is it terminal?

(suspenseful music)

(Elias laughing)

Dr. Campbell, please.

Life is terminal if you

live long enough, honey.

This is new life.

It's growing inside of you.

Inside of you. Inside of you.

It's a shame I won't be around to see it.

But there's a cure.

It's behind a door on another floor.

- A door? What door?

- Upstairs, R68.

You need a key. The crazy

bogeymen had the key.

You have to get it from him.

It's your only chance for your salvation.

Shut the f*ck up!

(weapon thuds) (blood crackling)

Keith, what the f*ck?

- Why did you do that?

- What are you doing?

Don't you get it?

He was lying to us.

We were an experiment.

The guy who he was

writing to works for the CDC.

The Center for Disease Control.

(chuckles) You know what? f*ck it.

You guys can wait until he wakes up.

I'm outta here.

You can go find the door

behind a floor with another

door and two more floors!

And suck a f*cking d*ck!

(weapon crashing) (ominous music)

Come on, let's go.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(Keith chuckling)

I can't believe this. (Chuckles)

Believe what?

(chuckles) All of this.

Three weeks ago,

I was getting stoned with

my buddies. (Laughing)

And now, I'm in hell in the middle

of a government conspiracy. (Laughing)

There's no government conspiracy.

Says you!

(suspenseful music)

(Keith sighs)

(weapon clinks)

(suspenseful music continues)

Don't even think about it.

You know we're gonna die, right?

(weapon clinks)

There's two of us.

There's just one of her.

Nobody's gonna find out.

That's it. Get up, we're leaving.

Come on. Get up, right now.

We are leaving, get up!

Jordan.

(weapon thuds) (Lindsey screaming)

(tense music)

(Lindsey screaming and whining)

f*ck you!

(limbs thudding) (Keith whining)

(fist thuds) (tense music)

Get the f*ck off me! Get off, no!

(Lindsey screams) (tense music)

(head thudding)

You like it rough, baby?

Yeah, I know what you want.

- Get the f*ck off of me!

(tense music) (Lindsey screaming)

[Keith] Come on, baby.

f*ck you!

(Jordan grunts) (Keith crashes)

(suspenseful music)

Ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah.

(fist thudding) (unsettling music)

You f*cking piece of f*cking sh*t!

(fist thudding) (Keith gargling)

(Jordan grunts) (heart beating)

(unsettling music)

- Ah!

- Lindsey, It's okay! It's me.

Dr. Miller? (Whimpering)

Come with me, I can help you, come on.

(suspenseful music)

(door clicks)

(taser buzzes) (Lindsey whines)

Hey, what are you guys doing?

Take her.

(feet clacking) (Donovan groans)

f*ck off, Miller!

Hey, what the hell, Will, Will?!

Open the f*cking door!

Open the f*cking door!

I'm gonna k*ll you, you piece of sh*t!

You're f*cking dead!

Where the f*ck are they taking her?

Where the f*ck are they taking her?

Stop. Calm down.

Calm down, sh.

Calm down, calm down.

She's bait, Jordan.

She's bait. (Panting)

Come on, let go.

Let go, please. (Panting)

Where's Keith? (Panting)

Are they gonna k*ll her?

I don't know.

I don't know, honestly, ah!

Doc, what the hell happened?

(Donovan groans)

Something went wrong with the drug.

- What?

- It was working and

and-and then it wasn't.

It's spreading, it's gone

airborne, and we have it.

Then why am I not sick?

Why isn't Lindsey sick?

You guys are different.

(ominous music)

k*ll me, please, just k*ll me, please.

It doesn't matter.

What? No, no.

No one's getting out

of this alive, Jordan.

(suspenseful music)

Here, take it.

Where is she?

Where?

Fourth floor, you can

take the freight elevator.

It's the only way up.

(suspenseful music)

I never meant to hurt anyone.

We only had good intentions.

(door thuds) (suspenseful music)

Forgive me, mother.

(suspenseful music)

(Will inhaling and exhaling)

(suspenseful music continues)

Dr Taylor?

Yeah. It's me, Lindsey.

Where am I?

Shut the f*ck up.

Sean, I don't think that's necessary.

Whose side are you on, Doc, huh?

We got a job to finish.

Keep an eye on her.

(suspenseful music)

(elevator humming)

(bell dings) (doors scratching)

What are you gonna do, k*ll me?

No.

(Lindsey speaking indistinctly)

(taser buzzing) (Jordan groans)

Jordan!

- Be quiet.

- Help!

Sean, I can't let you do this.

(tape crackling) (Lindsey grunts)

We can still learn from them.

- Jordan?

- We can still help them.

Jordan, come on.

(Lindsey and Jordan groaning)

Stay back, Jacob probably

told you to come down here

and clean things up, right?

We can still save them, Sean.

You don't get it, Doc.

There's no saving them now.

(g*n fires) (Will crashes)

(g*n caulks)

Sorry, Doc.

(shoes squeaking) (tense music)

(door thuds) (suspenseful music)

(door thuds) (feet clacking)

(doors clattering)

(unsettling music)

(g*n fires) (suspenseful music)

(Sean inhaling and exhaling)

(weapon thudding)

You f*ck!

(fist thudding) (Jordan groaning)

(neck crackling)

Tough guy.

(Jordan groaning) (fist slapping)

(Jordan crashes) (tense music)

(feet and fists thudding) (Jordan whining)

(Jordan grunting)

(Jordan gargling) (Sean grunting)

(fist thudding) (Jordan grunting)

(ominous music)

(Jordan groans and pants)

(material rustling and crackling)

(keys rattling)

[Jordan] (groans) Ah.

(suspenseful music)

(door clicks and squeaks)

(suspenseful music continues)

(keys rattling) (feet scratching)

(door clicks and squeaks) (alarm whining)

(people chattering) (vehicles whirring)

(suspenseful music)

Of course I wanna go to the festival,

but I have to babysit this weekend.

Well, I committed to doing

it, and the kids are excited,

and my sister will k*ll

me if I cancel last minute.

(suspenseful music) (vehicles whirring)

Are you okay?

(vehicle whirring) (sirens wailing)

Do you need help?

Gina, are you still there, Gina?

[Reporter] Breaking news,

Precision Pharmaceuticals

has just announced that they are days away

from producing a cure on a mass scale.

We take you live to Washington.

(vehicles whirring) (horns honk)

(reporter speaking indistinctly)

[Tracy] Here's the

street, here's the street.

[Commentator] A team of industry leaders

are working around the clock.

We can say with the utmost sincerity,

we are days away from ending this pandemic.

We ask the public to please remain calm

and shelter in your homes.

Do not travel unless absolutely necessary.

If you or any of your loved ones begin...

The scientist who

created Mirror Life, Dumitor,

this is where he lives.

So that's why we're checking it out.

(camera clicks)

- All right.

- And it's a

f*cking crime scene.

[Ike] Let's do this, yo.

Um, lemme, uh, I'm just

actually gonna change the

I'm gonna change the lens really quick.

Gimme a second.

(camera click)

Crime scene. Do not cross.

[Ike] Yeah, that's, um,

that's gonna be a problem.

(birds chirping)

What are you thinking?

I mean, this guy

created the drug, Dumitor,

and now his house is a crime scene?

Yeah, that's a little...

And my cousin that

was taking the drug is missing?

It just doesn't add up.

[Ike] Tracy, are you gonna go in there?

I don't... Do you think I care, honestly?

(crew member speaking indistinctly)

[Ike] I dunno.

(crickets croaking)

Tracy, be careful.

- Everything's blocked off.

[Announcer] Emergency

curfew is now in effect!

Violators will be detained and processed!

(crickets croaking)

I think that's a quarantine area.

[Ike] You think so?

I'm almost positive. Yeah.

(crickets croaking)

[Ike] Well, that makes it more fishy.

(sighs) Oh god, it's

like another dead end.

(Ike sighs)

Okay.

f*ck.

(lid thuds)

We'll go around back.

- Do wanna take the back?

- Yeah.

(camera click)

[Ike] You hear something?

(birds chirping)

It's so closed off though, you see that?

They're all curtained up.

They're all boarded up. I don't...

[Ike] What kind of sh*t

was your cousin into?

(sighs) Nothing. He's a good kid.

It's just his f*cking doctor, I don't...

[Ike] I guess you're right.

I hope there's no, like,

attack dogs or nothing.

(door creaking and clattering)

Oh my god.

(Tracy sighs) (birds chirping)

[Ike] f*ck, so, uh...

I don't know, it's another dead end.

Do you think, like, the

like the neighbors know anything?

- I mean, it's worth shot.

- We can ask about

what kind of guy he was.

You know, if he had a family,

maybe his family knows something, anything?

[Ike] Yeah, maybe they know why there's

some police tape or something?

(birds chirping)

These damn trees, yo.

Yeah, f*ck.

It's like, that window's open.

[Ike] What's that?

Wait. What the...

- Whoa! Holy sh*t.

- Whoa.

- Hi, guys.

- Hey, hey, hey

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Whoa

The g*ns are not-not necessary!

Not necessary. We

weren't touching anything.

We did not go inside.

- Down on your knees!

- Hands on your head!

No, please, please.

I'm not gonna say it again!

(dispatch speaking indistinctly)

Run!

(g*n firing) (group clamoring)

Get off me! Get off me!

[Ike] Tracy. (Groaning)

(g*n firing) (Tracy screaming)

(Tracy gasping and

whining) (airplane whirring)

Get off, get the f*ck off. (Whimpering)

(hand slapping) (dispatch

speaks indistinctly)

[Soldier] You got the camera?

Jacob's gonna wanna see that.

(camera clicks) (ominous music)

(g*n firing and popping)

(helicopter fluttering) (unsettling music)

(dispatch speaking indistinctly)

(eerie music) (soldier groaning)

(siren wailing) (ominous music)

(tape screeching)

(phone ringing)

Why are you being so paranoid?

You should answer that.

(phone ringing)

It's your little sister.

(phone ringing)

Hannah. No, no, you

have to stay where you are.

No. It's airborne.

Yeah, like you can't go outside

or your gonna get it, okay?

Is that mom? Why is she yelling?

I gotta go. Okay?

You gotta take this.

I got-I gotta go to the basement.

(door clicks) (eerie music)

Hey, Hannah?

Hannah, I can't hear

you over all the yelling.

Tell your mom...

(phone beeping)

Hello?

Will, the phone went dead.

(bell dinging)

(door knocking)

Will?

(door knocking)

(ominous music) (bell dinging)

(door knocking)

Will?

(door thuds)

Sh, go upstairs and lock

yourself in one of the bedrooms.

Why?

He's here.

- A g*n?

- Sh.

If he gets inside, we're dead.

- Who's out there?

- Go upstairs, please.

Just go. Go.

(g*n clicking) (ominous music)

(ominous music)

(Will inhaling and exhaling)

(door squeaks and clicks) (tense music)

(Will inhaling and exhaling)

(unsettling music)

(Will gasping and whining)

This is all your f*cking fault.

This is all your f*cking fault!

(fist thudding)

(g*n fires)

Get away from my husband!

This is all his fault.

Sarah, run!

Put the g*n down.

Stop.

Put the g*n down.

Stop.

(g*n fires)

(birds squawking)

(somber music)

Who was that?

I told you not to come outside.

What was he talking about?

Why was he saying that it was your fault?

Not now, Sarah.

Look at me, please.

What did he mean by that?

Was he telling the truth?

No, this is not my fault.

We were just trying to help people.

How was I supposed to

know this was gonna happen?

And what happens now?

This thing, we're infected?

No, it's not an infection.

It depends on

it depends on the person.

(suspenseful music)

I have the cure.

I have to go to the lab.

I can do this.

If you're going, I'm going too.

No. You're staying here.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes you are.

We're not debating this.

I have to at least try.

(sirens wailing) (suspenseful music)

You stay here. Don't go outside.

Nobody comes in, okay?

Just wait for me to get back.

- Okay.

- Okay?

We're gonna be okay.

(lips smacking)

I love you.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music) (birds chirping)

(g*n fires) (sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music)

(door clicks and creaks)

(g*n clacks)

[Presenter] This

message has been initiated.

(suspenseful music)

(mouse clicking)

(bell dings)

(door knocking) (unsettling music)

(bell dinging) (door knocking)

(unsettling music)

(plastic crackling)

Sarah! Help... Jesus!

Hannah, you scared the sh*t outta me.

What are you doing here?

[Hannah] Sarah, open the f*cking door!

(door clattering)

Hannah, calm down!

Let me in, open the g*dd*mn door!

(suspenseful music) (Hannah whining)

Sarah, Close the door!

Close the door!

(unsettling music)

Hey, Sarah.

Mr. Thompson?

Is that girl in there?

- There she is!

- Stop it right there.

I swear to God, I will sh**t you!

She's not the girl you're looking for.

The girl you're looking for,

she went that way.

That way?

(unsettling music) (birds chirping)

Go, go, get inside!

Oh my God.

(door thuds)

Thanks for letting me in.

Why didn't you stay home?

We told you not to leave the house.

You could've gotten us k*lled.

I'm sorry.

You should go back

to your mother's house.

I can't.

Why not?

(ominous music)

She's dead.

She started flipping out.

And she-she came at me.

(Hannah sobbing and whimpering)

She had me cornered

and I pushed her

(Hannah sobbing)

And she fell. (Sobbing)

Why is everybody going crazy?

Sarah, I've k*lled my own mother.

(Hannah whimpering) (somber music)

(suspenseful music) (sirens wailing)

(ominous music)

(case clicks) (items clacking)

(items clinking and crashing)

(ominous music)

(feet clacking) (eerie music)

(zombie screeching) (Will screaming)

(torch thudding)

(unsettling music)

(crickets croaking) (ominous music)

(dispatch chattering) (eerie music)

- Get up, get up!

- What, what, Sarah?

Sh, we have to hide, go!

The deck

- Where are you going?

- The deck.

- We can climb down from there.

- f*ck no!

Hannah, come on, sh*t.

(unsettling music) (crickets croaking)

(person screaming)

[Soldier] Hey, don't move!

We've located another female.

[Dispatch] Exterminate all infected.

I repeat, exterminate all infected.

(person screaming) (clock ticking)

(Sarah sighs)

- Mm.

- Wake up.

- Wake up.

- What?

Rise and shine.

We made it through the night.

(crickets croaking)

Mm.

(unsettling music)

(Hannah groaning)

What's wrong?

Nothing, stay here.

(ominous music)

(blinds rattling) (crickets croaking)

(door clicks) (ominous music continues)

(spirit speaks indistinctly)

(unsettling music)

(door creaking)

(door thuds)

Hannah?

(ominous music)

Hannah, Hannah?

(ominous music)

(door clicks)

Hannah?

(door thuds)

Hannah, Hannah?

(ominous music) (birds chirping)

Hush, little baby

Don't say a word

[Sarah] Hannah?

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

[Sarah] Hannah?

(door clicks and creaks)

And if that mockingbird don't sing

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

Hannah?

(unsettling music)

Where were you?

Where was I?

I was... Do you know there's

a dead body in the basement?

He was gonna hurt Will.

Did you hurt Will, what?

(scissor scratching) (unsettling music)

Hannah, why do you have a

pair of scissors in your hand?

I don't have scissors.

Hannah?

You know what I think?

(unsettling music)

I think the outbreak is all your fault.

Hannah?

I think

you're a dirty

rotten

c**t!

(g*n fires) (birds chirping)

(Sarah screaming)

(ominous music)

(water pattering)

(somber music)

(somber music continues) (birds chirping)

(wind swooshing)

(tense music)

(door clicks)

(door thuds)

(footrest thuds) (feet thuds)

(paper crackling) (Sarah gasps)

(Sarah panting) (eerie music)

(eerie music)

(floor creaking) (Sarah pants)

(table crashes)

No!

(head thuds) (Sarah whines and screams)

(zombie growling)

(pen thudding) (Sarah screaming)

(Will gasping and coughing)

Sarah.

I found it.

I found it.

(eerie music)

(Will groans) (eerie music)

(ominous music) (wind swooshing)

(unsettling music)

Is this even necessary?

Yes!

She hasn't even

You helped make this mess,

you're going to help clean it up.

(eerie music)

I usually don't get my hands dirty,

but this is such a mess.

I hope I don't have to say anything cliche,

like, if you scream, no one can hear you.

I don't have to do that, right?

(Tracy whimpering) (tape scratches)

Now this is a simple Q&A.

(Tracy panting) (ominous music)

You know who I am and

what I'm capable of, right?

We've searched your apartment.

We've taken the footage

and the drives.

They're in our possession.

And we know that Ike,

he made backups.

So the question is,

where are they?

I just wanted to find Jordan.

And now I know that

you k*lled him, f*ck you!

And f*ck you too!

Ah, you guys are f*cking sick!

Ah! (Whimpering)

- Okay then.

- Don't touch me!

Don't f*cking touch me.

You're f*cking sick!

(whimpers) You're just

standing there? f*ck you!

(plastic crackling) (Tracy whining)

Oh, for God's sake, enough is enough!

She never even gave the stuff to the media.

If she had, you would've known by now!

(eerie music)

(Tracy gasping)

(Tracy coughing)

Get off me! (Whimpering)

Now, where are the backup drives?

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, (whimpering) I'll tell you.

(Tracy whimpering)

Ah, I'll tell you. (Panting)

f*ck you. (Lips smacking)

(Tracy whimpering and panting)

Please, no, no, no.

(Tracy screaming)

No, don't!

(g*n firing)

Are you out of your f*cking mind?

(g*n fires) (Jacob crashes)

(suspenseful music) (Tracy sobbing)

(g*n clacks)

Listen to me, Tracy,

it's very important

that when you leave here today,

you tell everyone,

everyone what happened here.

It's all here.

Everyone, now go.

Go before the others come!

(Tracy groaning) (suspenseful music)

(door clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(feet scratching)

(suspenseful music continues)

(camera taps) (feet scratching)

(chair knocking)

(Dr. Liebowitz sighs)

I'm sorry for everything.

This is the only way I

know how to make it right.

God forgive me.

(g*n fires) (g*n clacks)

(eerie music)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)