Adrenalin: Fear the Rush (1996)

[bunniefuu]

DELON:
No one saw it coming.

We were all looking out
for big things.

A nuclear accident,
another Chernobyl.

As the Russian republics
split apart,

no one knew who
was responsible for what.

While they were trying
to figure it out,

something leaked,
something small.

It rolled
through Eastern Europe,

moving west like
a giant wave of death.

They called it
"virulent microphage. "

When the United States saw
the potential for the disease

on its home shores,

it put the recent immigrants
into quarantine camps.

[ shouting ]

My husband Martin
was one of those immigrants.

So we interred
with the rest of the masses.

It was only supposed
to be for a few months,

but by the time Martin
was k*lled,

our baby was a young boy
and the camp had become a city.

There were two worlds:
the sick and the healthy.

No one wants in,
and no one gets out.

[ metal clanging ]

[ crowd shouting ]

[ laughter ]

Hey, man, take it
down the alley, would ya?

Don't you got
no f*cking manners?

[ laughter ]

[ chattering, laughing ]

[ zipper unzipping ]

Hey, man!

[ screaming ]

You better
check it out.

[ ominous theme playing ]

sh*t!

[ grunts, groans ]

sh*t.

[ groaning ]

[ pipe clatters on ground ]

Aah! Help! Help!

Help! Aah! Help!

[ grunts, screaming ]

MAN [ screaming ]:
Help!

How much time
is there?

A little over six hours.
Then what?

Then our subject
becomes a blood b*mb,

and everything he touches
turns to sh*t.

And if that virus goes hot,
everyone he touches...

will be pissing blood
and sh1tting out their guts!

So what do you say
we just do our job?

Sir, we've got a location.
"E" sector.

Let's move!

DELON: No one gets in,
and no one gets out,

unless you have a passport.

And they're almost
impossible to get.

There are only two ways
to get them.

One way is to go
into a government service,

try to stay clean and healthy
and earn your way out.

The other is the black market.

But unlawful possession
is punishable by death.

[ chattering ]

BOY [ on phone ]:
Mommy, I don't feel good.

I know, honey.

My bones hurt, Mommy.

I know, but Mommy's got
a special surprise for you.

It's gonna take you to a special
place and make you feel strong.

Will Daddy be there?

No, honey.

Are you going
to come with me?

No. It's special
just for you.

Come home now, Mommy.

Soon, baby.
As soon as I can, okay?

As soon as I finish here,
I'll be right home.

Now, you get some sleep now.
I'll see you soon. Love you.

Bye.

You are at bat, rookie.
Captain Rennard's office.

ASAP, hm?

WOMAN [ screaming ]:
I didn't do anything!

No! Ah!
Come on!

MAN:
Delon!

Come here now.

He wasn't human.

He was a monster!
You gotta k*ll him!

Okay. Calm down.
Just try and calm down!

You believe me!
You believe me, don't you?

You gotta get him!

But you better bring
a f*ck' army!

[ clears throat ]

[ sighs ]

Thank you.

I want you two to go out there
and bring me the perps.

Is that clear?
Clear.

Now would be
a good time!

Spacemen and monsters.
You got your ray g*n, rookie?

Would somebody get this
piece of sh*t out of my office?

Thank you.

[ ominous theme playing ]

[ siren wailing ]

There it is.
Turn right.

WOMAN [ over radio ]:
Radio went down. Confirmed.

Here?
Turn right at the corner.

[ siren continues ]

[ engine off ]

[ car doors closing ]

The dispatcher heard a scream.
That's right.

Look!
There on the second floor.

Let's go.

[ ominous theme continues ]

Over here.

[ grunts ]

[ panting ]

[ clattering ]

[ gasps ]

Volker?

[ panting continues ]

[ screaming ]

[ whimpering ]

[ g*nshots ]

Oh! Oh! Oh!

sh*t!

[ screams, whimpering ]

Mayday, mayday.
Officer down. Need assistance.

[ panting ]

Mayday! Come on, answer me,
you m*therf*cker!

WOMAN [ on radio ]:
State your position, condition.

Metro Unit 1216.

Officer Volker's dead.
The others too.

Is your position secure?

How should I know?
Just get me some backup!

Can you maintain
your current position?

I'm down to my last clip.
I have 12 rounds left.

Get me some backup.

How many suspects?

One.
There was...

[ static ]

Hello? Come in.

Hello? sh*t!

[ tapping radio ]

Hello!

[ panting ]

WOMAN [ on radio ]:
Can you take the call?

MAN [ on radio ]:
This is Unit 7. We'll do it.

What's a little more OT?

[ g*n clicks ]

Let's move in.

[ woman gasps ]

Go.

Go.

[ panting ]

[ whimpers ]

[ whimpering ]

[ gasps ]

Hold it! Hold it!

Sit down!

Did you get him?
Who?

You used the clip.
Did you get him?

I don't know.
He's fast. Sneaky.

Is your partner
still alive?

No.

What about the others?
Have you heard them?

They're all dead.
The thing tore 'em up.

Tore 'em up?

Cut off my partner's
f*ck' head.

We're going in.
f*ck this.

Suspect's still inside.
We are going in.

I'm not goin' in there.

Yes, you are.
That's an order.

f*ck you. They owe me three
weeks' back pay... I'm not...

One of us is in there!
You are going in.

So what? He's dead. He's had
his f*ck' head torn off.

I mean, I feel sorry
for the poor b*stard,

but me going in there isn't
gonna make him feel any better.

I'll go in there with ya.
He's my partner.

You sure?

Let's go.

DELON: Upstairs there's a room.
He's inside.

You two
stay down here.

WOCEK: I've got a bad feeling
about this.

CUZO:
Shut up.

I'm scared enough without
your f*ck' insecurities.

He's gone!

No, he can't be!
He didn't get by me.

[ shrieks ]

[ gasps ]

[ grunts ]

Don't you f*ck' move!

Look out!

[ groaning ]

You okay?
WOCEK: Yeah.

She got hit.
DELON: Down the stairs.

[ g*nshots ]

[ groaning ]

You okay?
Yeah. Down there.

WOCEK: Call for backup.
Call for backup.

[ panting ]

[ mutters ]

Piece of sh*t!
Come on, let's go.

Go.

Good shot.
That m*therf*cker.

[ ominous theme playing ]

[ growls ]

[ panting ]

[ siren wailing
in the distance ]

[ barking, snarling ]

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

Aah, sh...

[ g*nshots ]

He's in the vent!

[ grunts ]

Lose him?

f*ck this!
Let's secure this area

and send someone back
for assistance.

This guy could k*ll
someone else!

k*ll?
Eat someone else.

Did you see what the
son of a b*tch did back there?

He eats people.
I know f*ck' food is scarce...

How are we set
for torches?

Mine's dead.

Any extra
batteries?

LEMIEUX:
Okay, we'll use

one torch at a time.
WOCEK: I know this place.

CUZO: Do you think anybody gives
a sh*t if we catch this guy?

Why do we have to be heroes?

This leads
to an old prison.

The dungeon's
below us.

CUZO:
Yeah. The good old days, huh?

There's only one way in.

If he goes into the prison,
we have him trapped.

Don't we have him
trapped now?

No, the vent leads
to the prison complex.

Either he goes
into the prison,

or he comes out the other side
of this building.

How do you want to play it?

CUZO: How are we gonna do this?
The guy's gone.

You and I go in the vent.

You two go around
and block the other way out.

Maybe we can trap him
between us. Go!

CUZO: I can't believe
you're makin' us do this.

[ gasps ]

Take your vest off.

Take it off.
Come on!

Fake passport. You could get
into a lot of trouble for those.

It's the only way out of here.
There's no hope.

All the good people
are leaving.

That's why
there's no hope.

What?

Let's go.
Get your torch.

RENNARD: I've got one
team down,

another team missing.

I had a man sitting in that
chair just this morning,

screaming about monsters
and spacemen,

and now I look up and I see
a real live army colonel

and a goon
from some agency

wondering about what's
going on in sector "E."

Look, um... Captain.

I appreciate your feelings.
I'm sure we both do.

The man we're looking for

is infected with a new
virulent form of malaria.

Extremely violent tendencies...

Does ripping off your head
fall into the category

of violent tendencies?

Captain, we're gonna need
to work together on this one.

Now, I need you to tell your men
not to touch the suspect.

The disease is spread
by bodily fluids.

You, uh,
following me so far?

Gentlemen, he's all yours.

I will find their positions,
and you can have him.

Thanks for your help.

[ captain shouts indistinctly ]

Malaria? Do you really
think he believes that?

I don't care what he believes.

We need more men on this.

Why are we
cuttin' off the cops?

In two hours,
our carrier becomes contagious.

Tomorrow, 5,000 people
are either dead or psychotic.

Now, I don't even want
to think about the next day.

We put information like that
out on the cop network,

and we got
our boys in blue

packin' up
their wives and kiddies

and haulin' a*s out of here,
starting a bona fide panic.

We don't want that.

We're gonna work
on this one ourselves.

No cops. Right?

Right?

[ suspenseful theme playing ]

LEMIEUX:
This tunnel looks clear!

[ gasps ]
Nice touch.

What is it?

Nothing.

There is a piece of metal here!
Use your torch!

Got it.

And tell me
if you see anything.

DELON: What?
I wasn't talking to you.

We got a junction coming up,
so be ready!

[ suspenseful theme continues ]

How'd he do that?

He went in three
different directions.

I don't know.
Take this one.

Call out if you find anything.
Don't take any chances.

I need you to do it.

I don't think he's down there,
but we have to check it out.

All right.

[ grunts ]

Aah! Oh!

What the hell was that?

Come on!

Aah! m*therf*cker!

[ whimpers ]

Stay there!
He's got a g*n.

You okay?
Flashlight.

Turn it off.

Quiet. Shh.

[ grunting ]

[ creaking ]

[ screaming ]

[ groaning ]

[ panting ]

You okay?

[ straining ]

[ groaning ]

Couldn't be better!

[ loud groaning ]

[ groaning continues ]

I'm comin' down!

No! Stay there!

He might double back and
trap both of us down here!

[ groaning continues ]

[ grunting ]

[ grunting continues ]

[ grunting continues ]

[ straining ]

Oh, God!

[ panting ]

Close call.
Yeah.

Really.

[ grunting ]

Flashlight.

[ panting ]

Hold this!

DELON:
What is it?

LEMIEUX:
We've reached the prison.

[ creaking ]

[ groaning ]

[ gasps ]

Hey! Flashlight!

Okay.

Climb on down.
Slowly!

Keep your feet on the back wall,
and you'll be okay.

That's it.
Yeah, I got it.

[ gasps ]

Don't sh**t!

LEMIEUX:
Guys.

[ sighs ]

Did you see him?

Who?
Who do you think?

He must've come by you.

We didn't see anyone.
We heard the shot

and got here
maybe 10, 15 seconds later.

Then we heard you in the vent.
We thought you were the suspect.

He must've gone by you.

Did he get you?

Yeah. One sure thing:
That son of a b*tch got a g*n.

sh*t.

No one got by us.

f*ck. The other door.
That means he's in there!

[ grunting ]

m*therf*cker's in jail!

There is no other way out.

We have him trapped.

What do you mean?

This was once a prison.

It's too easy.

Man,
what is your problem?

My problem is
we gotta confirm his capture.

[ grunts ]

He's right.

Do I have
your support in this?

We have to be sure.
It's our job, isn't it?

LEMIEUX:
Stand back!

Don't f*ck'
do this!

[ ominous theme playing ]

Flashlight.

Aah!

[ g*nshots continue ]

WOCEK: Get him out of here!
Get up!

[ groaning ]

[ g*nshots continue ]

Come on!
Get out of there!

[ groaning ]

m*therf*cker!

You better go in and get
that son of a b*tch!

He can't get out. We've got him
trapped. We know that...

You have to make sure!

[ mutters ]

Are you insane?
Nobody's goin' in there.

No f*ck' way.
We've done enough here.

Look at your
f*ck' knee!

Look. He doesn't know
where he is.

[ laughing ]

He knows exactly
where he is. Exactly!

[ distant laughter ]

LEMIEUX:
The son of a b*tch!

There can't be
another way out.

Oh, come on! You keep on saying
there is no other way out!

How do you know? How?

[ indistinct yelling ]

Somebody's got to go
get some help!

All right?

LEMIEUX [ whispers ]: Okay
All right.

Maybe he should call
for help.

Yeah. I could go for help.
Good f*ck' idea, rookie.

Your a*mo.
What?

Leave it here.

[ loud groan ]

[ groaning continues ]

It's all right.

Calm down.

[ grunting ]

Relax.
You're spooked.

Get your f*ck' sh*t together.

[ low grunt ]

Who's there?

Wocek, is that you?

f*ck!

Come on, son of a b*tch
piece of sh*t!

[ grunting ]

Yah! Uuh!

f*ck.

sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

[ gasping ]
Oh, God. Help!

[ gasping ]

[ screaming ]
He's here!

What'd he say?

Cuzo? Cuzo!

[ grunting ]

He screamed.

Maybe he tripped
or something.

Maybe there's
another way out,

and that f*cking maniac
got him. Shut up!

There's no other
way out.

[ panting ] You're gonna have
to go after him.

See if he's okay.

You can do it.
Cover me.

Cover me!

[ grunts ]

Cuzo?

[ echoing ]
Cuzo!

[ echoes ] You son of a b*tch,
answer me!

[ g*nsh*t, Delon yells ]

[ g*nf*re continues ]

Help!

[ panting ]

[ panting, grunting ]

Don't let him
lock us in!

[ panting ]
f*ck. sh*t.

The vent.

The vent!
The vent!

[ groaning ]

[ grunting ]

LEMIEUX: You've got to
find a way to keep it open!

Ugh! Ugh!

sh*t!

DELON:
sh*t!

[ sighs ]

How long before
he goes off?

[ beeps ]

MAN [ over headset ]:
Sir, we have a witness

who may have seen

where the carrier went.

Is that the lady,
soldier? Yes, sir.

Which way did you see him go,
ma'am?

She's German, sir.
No English.

Get me someone
who can speak to this woman.

What do we do?
He got out!

He could not.
Yes he did!

Calm down! Stop telling me
to calm down!

We're f*cked here alright!

We'll be if you don't calm down!
So shut the f*ck up!

How is she?
Bad.

What do you want me
to do? Find a way out.

If we stay here, we'll die.
No one's gonna find us.

That whiny b*stard
went to get help.

[ screams ]

k*ller got him.

LEMIEUX:
You heard the scream.

Maybe he got away.

We can't risk it.
You gotta find a way out.

How? Where do I look?
Over there!

[ screams ]

He got out.
So can you.

How does he know so much?

I was asking myself
exactly the same question.

DELON: He knows
about police procedure.

He knows about the prison.
Maybe he was a...

A cop or a guard,
or...

Or a f*cking prisoner.

You think that's why
he's doing this to us? Revenge?

DELON:
He planned this whole thing?

Maybe not at first.

But now...

Lie down.

LEMIEUX:
Lie down. Come on.

Ah!

You son of a b*tch!

Agh! Uugh!

[ yelling, gasping ]

Ugh!

Ugh! Ah!
Uh!

[ groaning, yelling continue ]

Oh, f*ck!

Oh. Uh.

[ groaning ]

Uh! Uh!

[ groaning ]

Uh! Uh!

Oh! sh**t
the m*therf*cker, sh**t!

Uh!

You okay?

We need you to be okay.

Keep it together.

Go for help.
Through the cell block.

I'm going to die.
You won't die.

We won't die.
Hang in there.

Go for help. Go!

[ metallic thuds ]

[ metallic scraping ]

[ gasps ]

sh*t! f*ck!

[ gasping ]

WOCEK:
Ah!

LEMIEUX:
No!

Leave 'em alone,
you son of a b*tch!

LEMIEUX:
Ah!

[ gasps ]

[ scuttling ]

It's all right, officer.
We're here to help you.

Where is your team?

Who the hell are you?

Where's the carrier?
Is he alive?

Contamination suits?

Officer... What have you done
to us?

Listen to me.
We've got 40 minutes

to get in before
that guy goes hot.

And we're gonna find your team,
do you understand that?

Officer, are you all right?

Look at me.
We're losing time.

We've gotta go back in.
Can you do this?

Team A, let's move.

If he's not contagious,
why are you wearing those suits?

Protocol.

What is it?

Spread out.
Carrier's in the area.

Be ready! Be ready!

He's close, people.

Look out!

[ grunting, screaming ]

MAN:
Officer.

Officer.

[ beeping ]

You're it.

You gotta get this guy
while there's still time.

[ panting ]
Listen.

If he lives,
everyone else dies.

You understand me?

If I don't come back,

you make sure that gets
to my son

and he gets
somewhere safe.

You hear me?

I hear you,
officer...

Officer Delon.
Delon.

[ panting ]

[ screams ]

[ electrical clacking ]

[ deep breathing ]

[ gasping ]

[ gasping ]

Please. Please.

Don't k*ll me.
I want to live.

[ screaming ]

Oh, sh*t!

[ screaming ]

DELON:
Oh, sh*t.

Argh! Argh!
Argh!

LEMIEUX:
Son of a b*tch!

[ gasping ]

LEMIEUX:
Leave her alone!

Leave her alone!
No!

Come on!

[ screaming ]
Don't!

Don't.

[ wailing ]
Don't! No!

No!

Please!

[ groaning, wailing ]

Don't!

Come on.

[ groaning ]
No!

[ growling ]
No!

No! Aah!

[ low grunting ]

Kick!

Uh! Uh!

Brace your feet
against the pipe!

Give your hands
some slack!

[ panting, gasping ]

[ deep growling ]

[ grunting ]

[ gasping ]

[ gasping ]
Come on!

[ growling ]

[ gasping ]

[ shouting ]

[ gasping ]

[ grunting ]

[ gasping ]

[ growling ]

Get those flamethrowers
in here now!

[ indistinct chatter over radio ]

[ woman shouting ]

[ helicopter blades whirring ]

WOMAN:
Clear the way! Coming through!

MAN: Officer Delon!
Easy. That'll do, corpsman.

Go on, beat it.
Yes, sir.

You know the penalty for this.
Sergeant.

Take this woman,
get her son,

and escort 'em
across the border.

Come with me,
ma'am.

[ helicopter blades whirring ]

[ indistinct voices ]