Night of the Zombies (Virus)

Team 7, contact vector room number 140.

All operative technicians report to sector 9 at once.

I repeat: all operative technicians report to sector 9 at once.

Chief Engineer Hartmann, please report to the control room at once.

All personnel on duty, please report to the control modules for a trial run.

To all personnel on duty, attention.

Countdown starting.

Trial run starting in 10, 9, 8...

...7,6,54.

3,2, 1,0.

Everything normal, temperature stabilised.

Pressure not exceeding safety limits.

Sector 3, small leak of nitrogenous substances.

Situation under control.

Sector 4, everything appears to be normal.

Sector 2, temperature exceeding normal limits.

Automatic cooling devices are operative.

Situation under control.

Detecting anomalies on the security system.

Send a response team at once.

Production flow normal.

Chemical reaction: beta positive, gamma lowering.

Everything appears to be normal.

Sector 9: production temporarily stopped over security measures.

- Checking the... - Everything seems normal...

Run a check on control modules in sector 9.

All normal on check. Everything seems fine, Professor.

Run a check on sector 7.

All readings are normal. No overflow.

- Temperature? - Temperature is normal, Professor.

Gamma control not responding.

- Outflow? - Normal.

Requesting a response from all operators.

Good. Repeat the test.

No changes in the reading, Professor.

Excuse me, Professor Barrett.

We'll have a radioactivity report from the Antares module in a few minutes.

Good.

Tune in to the Antares module.

Response team, move fo...

It all seems fine, Professor.

- Sector 3. Sector 3. - Continue with the readings...

Engineers report to control rooms 3, 6 and 9.

Sector A, radioactive levels are in the limits.

- Let's be sure nothing is leaking on the terminals. - Okay.

-3, 6, 9, report to control room. - Anomalies in sector 12.

- The readings show nothing new. - Temperature stabilised. All normal.

- Pressure not exceeding safety limits. - Everything under control.

- All readings are normal. - Temperature exceeding safety limits.

Detecting anomalies on the security system.

Production flow normal.

Chemical reaction: beta positive, gamma lowering. All normal.

As a chemist, she's a real pain in the neck,

but she's amazing in bed, trust my word.

- With those thighs of hers... - Not even mentioning her breasts.

All readings are normal.

I think all these checks are just a waste of time.

What the hell is going on?

This thing is acting crazy.

There must be some leakage on the terminals.

That's what it looks like.

God, the meter is going like crazy!

Activating the anti-contamination system.

- It's not working! What's going on? - Try with the emergency valve.

Stay back, it might be dangerous.

- Look here, Lawson! - What?

A dead rat, here in the most sterile sector of the building.

That's incredible.

How did it get in here?

Rooks, look out!

Rooks!

Rooks!

Rooks!

Rooks!

Rooks! Rooks!

Rooks!

My god!

- Emergency! Emergency! - No, no...

Incident in the Antares module!

Repeat: incident in the Antares module! Emergency!

Follow me!

Incident in the Antares module! Emergency!

- Antares isn't answering! - Try again, just try again!

It's useless, Professor! The circuits have gone wild!

- No answer. - We're dead if we don't stop that leak!

We're all gonna die!

- Sector 1, answer! - Sector 9, what's happening?

Emergency on "Sweet Death”, emergency on "Sweet Death."

Team I must protect the Antares module at once. This is an order.

All access to it must be guarded.

We have to isolate the module at any cost.

Emergency! Incident in the Antares module!

Emergency! I repeat, incident in the Antares module!

Put your gas mask on, Professor!

Emergency! Emergency!

Incident in the Antares module!

Emergency! I repeat, incident in the Antares module!

Emergency!

Experimental project "Sweet Death" must be considered an utter failure.

A sort of degenerative process has begun,

and it might lead to unthinkable consequences for all.

May God forgive us.

Forgive us for what's happening,

and for what will happen in the future.

Emergency! Emergency!

Incident in the Antares module! Emergency!

Calling all cars: converge near the residential zone.

Ongoing terrorist attack against the American consulate.

I repeat, calling all cars: converge near...

They've been in there for over an hour but they're laying low.

They demand to speak with the mayor and the highest-ranking magistrate in the city.

That's all for now. Over.

Cars 5, 6 and 7, set up roadblocks on entry zones to the area.

Cars 5, 6 and 7, set up roadblocks on entry zones to the area.

To all units: remove all civilian residents from the area near the consulate.

I repeat, remove all civilian residents from the area near the consulate.

Where are the terrorists? First or second floor?

Keep your head down, fool! You got a death wish?

These guys aren't joking! Take cover!

Who are these guys? Palestinians, Iranians, Iraqis or what?

So far we only know they're good shots.

That's something, I guess.

Alright, guys.

First of all, we're going to split into two groups.

You and Osborne will attack from below.

Vincent and I will try to surprise them from above.

Damn! This is just what we needed right now!

Do we know who these people are, at least?

Who do you think they are?

The usual bunch of terrorists.

Are we allowed to kill them all?

Sure, absolutely.

Be careful they don't blast your nuts off first.

When did you start worrying about our nuts, pops?

Personal interest. We're going on a nice tropical vacation.

Where, exactly?

New Guinea. Happy?

What about the girls there?

Naked and wild.

Now listen, you bastards.

I've decided to waste everybody, but I'm gonna give you one last chance.

I want a TV announcement within ten minutes,

to announce the shutting down of every Hope Centre in the world.

I want the news officially confirmed by the United Nations.

You've only got ten minutes, so you better move fast!

Out!

Who are those people?

- The special team is moving in. - Stay on them.

Those dirty bastards are about to get the lesson they deserve.

Keep shooting.

The terrorists who are currently holding eight hostages inside the U.S. consulate...

...have sent their ultimatum to the civil authorities.

Its contents have not been revealed and the authorities are maintaining strict silence.

- What's the situation? - It. London is ready, sir.

- Use the tear gas to give him some cover. - Yes, sir.

Freeze! Drop your gun.

We still haven't received any details concerning the ultimatum.

Speculations have linked it to an ecological message of some sort,

but the terrorists haven't been linked to any known organisation.

Stay tuned for a brief recap of the events.

Yes?

We're now ready to go live to show the police besieging the U.S. consulate.

Police and special forces have formed an impenetrable barrier around the building.

Marksmen using the most advanced weapons have been placed at strategic points.

Now the terrorists will know they cannot escape the grasp of law enforcement,

and that they'd better give up their brutal threat of a useless carnage.

- We'll kill you all! - Down! Hit the floor!

- Get down! Hurry! - Hit the floor!

You won't get out of here alive!

I swear, you're all gonna die!

Quick! Cover the window!

I'm gonna kill you all!

You're all doomed to die anyway!

You're all selfish! A bunch of selfish pigs!

You know nothing because you refuse to know anything!

We're all doomed to die.

Doomed to die in the most horrible way.

Killed and devoured.

Yes. Devoured.

Devoured by our brothers.

Eagle calling base. Eagle calling base.

We've ended in some huge graveyard for the Papua natives.

Twenty miles east of Goroka.

Awaiting further instructions. Over.

Hey, Santoro, look at that one.

He looks just like you sitting on the loo.

We can compare. I really feel like taking a leak.

Eagle calling base. Eagle calling base.

The sun is hammering down and I don't like it. I'm gonna be pretty pissed...

...if you don't tell us how to get out of this damn valley!

Over.

"Patience is the first virtue of those who have faith."

Mahatma Gandhi, New Delhi, 1946.

"Fuck it." It. Mike London, Shit Valley, 1980.

Hey, Vincent!

Where are all those wild and naked women you promised me?

What about the one in front of you?

I know, she hasn't got her makeup on, but she's a tiger in bed.

No, thanks.

She's a little too meaty for my tastes.