Alien Outbreak

Fuck. Get off of me!

Fucking pigs, get off of me! - What's happening?

- Found him walking in the middle of the street.

Then he just starts going ape shit.

- Put your hands behind your back, cuffs!

- I've got it. - Get the fuck off!

Fuckers!

Mother...

For fuck sake!

Calm down, sir, calm down.

Get the fuck off of me!

You're not taking me, you're with them!

Sir!

- You okay, Sarge? - Yeah, I got this.

Back off, fuck off!

- Sir, please calm down, we just wanna help.

- Why don't you just leave me alone?

- Just stay calm and we can sort all of this out

and get you whatever help you need, okay?

What's your name?

Freddie.

- Okay, Freddie, PC Mathews is gonna take you

to an interview room and get you a coffee.

Just stay calm, I promise you everything will be okay.

You sure you're okay?

Look, just ignore Mathews, he can be a bit of a dick.

- I'm fine, it's not that he just doesn't like a woman

outranking him, he's an old sweat, I get it.

I'm just pissed off that I fucked up in there.

I should've secured that cuff. - We all fuck up.

You put it right, that's all that matters.

- Is there a unit free that can deal with a suicide?

- I'll take this one, I need to get outta here for a bit.

- Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to comms.

I'll take this one, go ahead. - Thanks, Sarge.

We have a report of a suicide at Lifton Path.

Caller is a Mrs. Peters, the deceased's wife.

Are you okay to check this out in the first instant?

ARVs?

- Are there any ARVs able to assist?

Let me check, Sarge.

No, they're all committed, but I'll get one to the station

to collect the shotgun as soon as one becomes available.

Best I can do.

- It's gonna take 'em hours to get here from the city.

- Can you give me an ETA on the ARV?

- Negative, we're unable to...

- Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to comms, come in, please?

Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to comms, can you hear me?

- It's fine, happens a lot out here.

- Whiskey Zulu Eight Six, can you read me?

We can still use the channel.

It's just comms that've got the problem.

I'm sure they'll be back on soon.

- Well, I will keep trying comms en route.

Just make sure you keep monitoring.

- Will do. - Catch you later.

Sarge.

Shit.

On 106.8 FM.

- We've had a few questions come in during the break.

Here's one from Neil in Exeter.

He says he's managed to see the shower last night,

with his two boys, Jacob and Samuel.

- Please, let me do that for you.

Thank you.

Maybe your hands are a little steadier.

Is that an American accent?

- No, Canadian, I transferred to England from Toronto.

Oh, I see, dear.

- I know it's hard, but would you mind

if I took a few more details from you?

- Of course, dear, you carry on.

- So, what time did Mr. Peters return home?

- Oh, please, he would've preferred you called him John.

It was about quarter to six, and he seemed fine.

He had a nice time down the pub.

He was looking forward to his tea.

- And you can't think of any reason John would've taken

his life, any health problems, financial difficulties?

- No, John was as fit as a fiddle, he walked everywhere.

He still looked after that farm, it's just not like him.

I'm so sorry.

I'll be okay, dear.

Would you like a biscuit?

- Was John a keen gardener

as well as working the farm?

Not really.

John only did what he had to when it came to the garden.

- Did you manage to get a hold of your sister?

- No, no, that phone's still not working.

Oh.

Okay.

Let me try and get a message to her, what's her number?

- Oh, that would be wonderful, dear.

It's Exbourne.

Two one three, nine five nine.

Okay.

Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to front office.

Mathews, are you receiving?

- Mathews here, go ahead.

- I'm trying to get a hold of Mrs. Peters' sister.

Can you try to reach her your end?

- Sorry, Sarge, the phones are down

across the whole area, including the station.

It was my fault!

- Mrs. Peters, please. - It was my fault!

My god damn fault!

Please, just put the gun down.

My god damn fault!

- Mrs. Peters, please, just... - My god damn fault!

- Amanda from Thornton on line four.

Amanda, can you tell us what's happening where you are?

Amanda, you're live on Phonic FM, you're live on air.

Have we lost, we've lost Amanda?

We've lost Amanda, okay.

- Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to Whiskey Zulu Eight Six.

Go ahead.

- Hey, Patrick, I've had another suicide.

I've had to lock the scene down until I can get

a hold of someone to put the balloon up.

It's not ideal, but hey, I can't sit there all night.

Heading back to the station now.

Zoe, we've had word

of a disturbance at the tavern.

Not sure what's going on, but I'm making my way there now.

Zoe?

Zoe, are you still there?

Yeah, I'll get back to you.

Shit.

Hello?

Where'd he go?

Jesus.

Sir, are you okay?

This is the police, can I come in?

Sir, please let me in!

- It's trying to get in the house.

What is?

Are you alone in the house?

It's come back for me.

And it wants me, it wants me!

- Sir, there is a lady on the road outside your house.

Do you know what happened to her?

He did that to her.

Who did?

Please let me in!

It's in the house.

It's got in the house.

I'm scared.

I know you're there!

Shadows where I can see you!

You bloody coward!

- Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to Whiskey Zulu Eight Six, urgent.

Can anybody hear me?

I need another unit.

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Patrick, can you hear me?

Hey, Zoe, go ahead.

- Patrick, I saw it again, I mean this time I really saw it.

There is something out here attacking people, I've got

an unconscious man with severe injuries and a dead female.

What did you see?

What do you mean, "something?"

- I don't know, I don't know how to explain it.

- Okay, well, keep calm.

How bad is the male?

- I don't know, I think he's alive.

All right.

I'll try comms again and get back to you.

- Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to Whiskey Zulu Eight Three.

Mathews, are you receiving?

Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to Whiskey Zulu Eight Six.

Patrick, are you receiving?

Patrick!

Whiskey Zulu Two Zero to Whiskey Zulu Eight Six.

Patrick, are you receiving?

Oh, come on, Patrick.

Zoe?

Yes!

Patrick, I'm heading straight to the city now to get help.

Patrick?

Patrick!

- Zoe, there are things here,

and they are killing people.

Fuck.

We managed to escape and are safe for the moment, but,

they can find us any minute.

I'm in the back of the tavern with a few others,

but those things,

they're in the bar and they're attacking everyone.

They just appeared from nowhere.

I couldn't stop them, I tried,

but if you get too close, they...

Hang on.

One's coming.

We need to be quiet.

It's scratching at the door.

Okay.

It's moved on.