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[water running]

[glass clinks]

[water bubbling]

[insects humming]

[insects creeping]

[laughs]

[coughs]

You don't have to tell me what

you would say because I know.

You would say, do it, Olga.

Do it.

[laughs] And you would be right.

[insects buzzing]

[distant thunder]

[coughs]

Tonight this must end.

Tonight.

[glass shattering]

[banging]

[thundering]

[clattering]

[liquid gurgling]

Dad?

Oy, Dad.

[laughs]

Oh, OK.

Good.

You're here.

Start a new database.

I've got one.

I got one.

I got what?

What have we got?

Liam, Liam, Liam, my son.

Liam, I love you.

I love you.

- Dad, calm down.

I got one.

Calm down.

What have you got?

A queen.

A queen.

[laughs]

A queen.

Yeah.

Dad.

You know we've got

to k*ll it, yeah?

Not possible.

We are too close, Son.

You know how dangerous these

flies are, let alone a queen.

Whatever you're

planning on doing,

it's not going to

bring Mum back.

I know that.

She's dead, Liam.

That is irreversible.

But this queen could be the

answer to curing the disease

that's inside of you.

You don't know that.

OK?

I know it is hereditary.

I know your mother got

it from her parents,

and now it's inside of you.

Please, Dad, just--

you don't know that.

So just--

Why take the risk?

I have a queen right here.

The blood flowing

through that fly

has the exact same molecular

build as the disease

that k*lled your mother.

And it will k*ll you.

Stop, OK?

Just stop.

So I isolate the exact

molecular structure

of the queen and I mix it with

a very specific blood type

and, voila, we

will have a serum.

What are these flies?

DR. FELDMAN: These flies

are older than man.

They predate us by millennia.

It wasn't the meteor that

k*lled the dinosaurs.

No, it was the draculas flies.

Draculas flies?

Dracula's flies?

Yeah, you've named

them, of course.

They're attracted

to the human blood.

They drink it.

And in the light

of day, they die.

These are vampire flies.

You realize you've

completely lost it, yeah?

Vampire flies.

Vampire flies, yeah.

Yeah.

Where are you getting

the blood samples from?

It's unimportant.

LIAM: Dad, where

the f*ck are you

getting the blood samples from?

Liam, either help

me or go to your room

with your stupid thoughts.

Just tell me what

you've done, OK?

Please.

I have test subjects

arriving within a week.

LIAM: What do you

mean test subjects?

Just a few people who will

give a little blood sample

in exchange for a little cash.

And I will keep going and going

and going until I find a match.

What, and they know

about this, yeah?

In a fashion.

This is insanity.

You are going to

get people k*lled.

And if that thing is released

into the wider world,

then you can kiss

goodbye to humanity.

You ungrateful brat.

I am doing this for

the greater good.

I am doing this for your

mother, and I am doing this

to save your precious life.

You're insane.

It should have been that

d*ed, not your mother.

LIAM: You know what?

Dad, look at me.

Dad, look at me.

Mum would have been

ashamed of you.

DR. FELDMAN: Wait,

where are you going?

As far away from

you as possible.

You know what?

I'm not coming back.

You can't leave.

What are you doing?

Get off me.

[yelling]

[glass shatters]

[fly buzzing]

[panting]

[fly buzzing]

DR. FELDMAN: Liam.

Do not--

[screams]

On the count of three, I want

you to run out of this room.

[crying] 1.

Help me, please.

[screaming]

[retches]

No, no, no!

No!

[fly buzzing]

[dramatic music]

Jesus Christ, Matt!

What the hell are you doing

there, stood like a freak?

OK.

You all packed?

Yeah.

Nice.

Going to be fun, eh?

Mate, what's fun

about a clinical trial?

Money.

Fair.

So what excuse have you

come up with to your family?

Said I'm going to a

Comic Con for a few days.

How about you?

A little weekend

getaway with some friends.

Simple yet effective.

Everyone's outside.

Phil insists on driving,

but I definitely

could have driven us.

It's all good.

I'm just as good

a driver as Phil.

Probably even better.

I'm sure you are, mate.

Why do you always

call me mate?

Because you're my mate, mate.

Sure am.

Should we go then, mate?

[dogs barking]

[birds chirping]

What is he doing?

Still being weird, babe.

All right?

OK.

Just give me two minutes.

Just got to sort the

best route via fuel,

because this place is

miles away from anywhere.

HAILEY: How are you doing?

Yeah, I'm good.

A bit skint, but all good.

[laughs]

Matt, like this

weekend, could you

just be a bit less Matt-like?

That'd be great.

Thanks.

How's your mom?

Yeah, good.

Well, not good, but

you know, coping

as well as you can with cancer.

HAILEY: How are you coping?

Not so good.

I don't want to get

myself worked up,

but bills and mom's bills.

See, she can't work.

I can work, but I

literally do not

have enough time in the world

to work and pay for everything.

Yeah.

She's really lucky to

have you supporting her.

My landlord's being

a prick, and I just

need to get him off my back.

Well, we're all here for you.

This weekend we're going to

get all the money you need, O?

Yes.

It's a good thing I found this

clinical trial retreat, eh?

Matt, for the love of

God, shut the f*ck up.

[snorts]

MATT: Bitch.

Phil.

It's not the first

time I've been

called a bitch by

some underfed boy

with vegetable oil in his hair.

So let's just drive, get

this weekend on with,

and get ourselves paid.

Everyone OK with that?

Fair.

Sounds like a plan.

[dramatic music]

Not very medical

looking, right?

Right.

Come on, pussies.

Last one there gets paid last.

Where'd he go?

Your guess, Phil.

Anyone else find it weird

there's, like, no one here?

No reception, staff,

no medical staff?

Good morning.

[yelps]

[laughs]

Chill out, guys.

I found the doctor up here.

Everything's set.

[clears throat]

Thank you, Matthew.

Hello and welcome to the first

ever of its kind clinical trial

for colds and flus.

[clears throat] My

name is Dr. Feldman.

[coughs]

First let's get all checked into

your rooms and a few questions

and--

and over the course of the

weekend, the test will begin.

When do we get paid?

DR. FELDMAN: As soon as

the test is complete,

you will be compensated.

[clears throat]

But first, I just

need to know your blood types.

Your blood types.

Well, I'm type O.

I don't know.

I don't know.

AB negative.

Say again?

AB negative.

HAILEY: How the hell

do you know that?

I tried to donate blood to

Mum, but it wasn't the same.

Apparently I'm rare.

Yes.

Yes, you are.

I always knew you

were special, Ellie.

Right then.

Let's get you all

checked into your rooms.

And this evening, you'll

meet with the others.

Come.

[eerie music]

Please take a seat at

the table, friends.

[coughing]

Everybody, welcome to flu camp.

We hope you have a comfortable--

Wait, there's no

one else here, mate.

[laughs]

I can assure you we

have a diligent team

of professionals that will

be arriving in the morning.

And we hope that you

have a comfortable, safe,

and [coughs] ultimately

rewarding stay.

Rewarding in the hope

of changing the way we

combat these

horrendous diseases.

Yeah.

And-- [coughs]

And of course, rewarding

to your bank accounts.

Wow.

This sounds amazing.

DR. FELDMAN: The invaluable

data that we gather

will help us to understand

and, in some cases,

to cure the acute

respiratory conditions that

plague our species.

Yeah.

Please, [clears throat]

read your contracts

and let me know if you

have any questions.

You know what?

I'm going to buy a car.

That's brilliant, Jess.

Any questions?

Yeah.

What exactly is

going to be happening

over the next few days?

I mean, you said quite

a lot without actually

saying anything at all.

Yeah.

She's got a fair point.

DR. FELDMAN: Let's

get you all rested up.

We have a pool if

you fancy a dip.

It's heated.

It has a Jacuzzi.

Amazing.

Mr. Feldman--

DR. FELDMAN: Doctor.

Oh, sorry.

Doctor.

What the f*ck are we going

to be doing this weekend?

Darling, tomorrow we will

begin with the interviews.

A few standard

questions that all

our patients have to answer.

A formality, so to speak.

And after that, we will

take the blood samples.

HARRY: Blood sample?

There was no talk about

getting a blood sample.

After we've taken

the blood samples

and analyzed them and deemed you

fit to proceed with the camp,

we will inject you with a very

mild version of the flu virus.

So what if our blood test

doesn't match with the blood

sample that you want?

DR. FELDMAN: Then you do not

need to proceed with the camp.

And we don't get paid?

No, unfortunately.

HARRY: I drove 200 miles

to the middle of nowhere

to maybe not get paid for this?

It's all in your contract.

HARRY: And you're just

f*cking giving us now.

Where are you going?

Stay the night.

If you really want to leave,

then go in the morning.

Oh, buddy, if he wants to

leave now, let him leave.

No, no, it's too dark.

You're off your nut, mate.

Good luck, guys.

[door slams]

Are we hungry?

[eerie music]

[insects humming]

[engine stutters]

Come on.

[engine stutters]

f*ck.

I can't afford this.

Come on.

[flies buzzing]

[screams]

[flies buzzing]

[screams]

Help!

[flies buzzing]

Help!

[ominous music]

[flies buzzing]

[screams]

[whimpering]

[grunting]

[coughing]

[fly buzzing]

[ominous music]

I seriously have no idea.

It's rust.

Rusty.

Rusting.

ELLIE: But you have no idea why?

Nope.

Not a clue.

That's ridiculous.

And what, you just

decided to keep it?

Yeah, I guess.

I don't know.

I think it's cool.

Not one bit.

Yeah.

Not one bit.

OK, mate.

You got any nicknames?

No.

You have to have friends

if you want nicknames.

No, Matt, come on.

We're your friends.

Those two hate me.

Always have done.

Look at them.

Always rubbing

their relationship

in everyone's faces too.

Ooh, look at us,

we're so good looking

and have great sex and everyone

thinks we're f*cking great.

Well, they're not.

Hailey's always having a go

at me for the way I look.

Girls always have done.

She doesn't look

so great herself.

Always wearing makeup.

Mate, I wear makeup.

Please don't call me mate.

All right, buddy, chill out.

Just because I

don't have a six-pack.

What are you on about?

Oh, come on.

Look, you're chatting

to this guy now.

I can chat to

whoever I want to.

Yeah.

But you choose to chat to

the muscly chat over here.

Bruv, you don't know me.

The worst part

is I'm a nice guy.

Literally the nicest

guy you'll ever meet.

Mate, calm down.

Stop calling me

mate, you f*cking slut.

What was all that about?

Your mate just went mad.

Little sh*t.

[coughs]

Are you right?

[coughing]

We must now begin our

test for the weekend.

I need each of you

to come with me--

one at a time, of course--

and [coughs] answer

a few questions,

take a standard health

check, and of course,

take those all

important blood samples.

OK, who will be first?

[laughs]

You.

You.

Very good.

Very good.

Everyone else please

enjoy each other.

Please come.

Come.

Come.

[laughs]

Please take a seat, dear.

Here.

Please.

[clears throat]

Don't move.

Everything OK?

[fly buzzing]

Perfect.

Perfect.

You are perfect.

Perfectly formed.

Perfect for this trial.

[chuckles]

All right then, let's get

these questions out of the w.

And maybe tomorrow we

could get you paid.

We definitely know you

have the correct blood.

So how would you like

your 5,000 pounds?

In cash or by bank transfer?

Bank transfer.

Sure.

DR. FELDMAN: Perfect, perfect.

[coughs] Would you mind if

I got the blood sample now?

Sure.

Ah.

[clears throat]

Right.

Let us begin.

What is your full name?

Eleanor Wilkinson.

Hailey Gill.

Philip Bennett.

Jessica Fishwick.

Rust.

Look, mate, it's

in the contract.

It's Rust.

Matthew Salisbury.

I'm a student

studying medicine,

and I work a bar job in town.

Construction.

Unemployed.

Graduate

theoretical physicist.

But I'm kind of in between

jobs at the moment.

I do IT, some

other side hustles.

Musician and singing teacher.

Uh, nothing that's been

life-threatening, no.

But Mum's got breast cancer,

and that sh*t's hereditary.

So, who knows?

Well, when I was

little, I had chickenpox.

And I've been in and

out of the hospital

with some gastrointestinal

stuff, which the doctors say

was psychosomatic.

I've definitely got

a weak immune system,

and I'm not very muscular.

Nah, I'm all good, mate.

No.

Oh, yeah, I did break my arm

when I was a teenager fightin,

but that's about it.

My daddy d*ed

of cancer, and I'm

probably going to get it too.

f*ck off.

[laughs]

Are you asking everyone this?

No.

No.

And have you

ever paid for sex?

Right, this is over.

What the f*ck kind

of question is that?

It's just on the sheet here.

We can skip it.

It's not important.

This is bullshit.

It's not important.

[panting]

It's going to work.

It's actually going to work.

Just a few more hours and

we will have the formula.

[fly buzzing]

Draculas.

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

Just a few more--

a few more hours.

A few more hours.

A few more hours.

[liquid gurgling]

[ominous music]

Hey.

Would you fancy a walk?

Yeah, sure.

What's wrong?

Let's just walk.

Come on.

What's up, man?

What's got you shook?

This doctor's

freaking you out, yeah?

Yeah.

He's f*cking weird, man.

And this whole trial thing

is a complete sham, yeah?

Yeah.

It looks like that.

I mean, look at this place.

And he said everyone else

would be here by now.

Where are they?

You're right.

What do your mates reckon?

I haven't spoken to them yet.

Right.

Did he ask you weird questions?

Yes.

Some basic, standard ones and

then some f*cking weird ones.

Yeah, like what?

It's my mum and her cancer.

What stage?

I'm sorry.

That's not my business.

Just forget I said anything.

Stage three.

Look, having a conversation

just like this helps, you kno.

It takes the edge off.

My dad, he d*ed last year.

If I had a quid for

every time that he

blamed a nurse for

pinching his ass,

I wouldn't have to be here.

I'm telling you that, man.

I wasn't there in the end.

I got locked up, and they let

me out due to lack of evidence.

You was in prison?

Yeah.

That's where I

got the name Rust.

But not a day don't go by that

I don't regret being by his side

when he passed.

I needed that money then.

And I need it now.

Me too.

Me too.

What are we going to do?

Can we talk to the

others, see what they think?

Yeah.

Maybe even try and find

out what the hell he's up to.

And then we get the

f*ck out of here.

I'm going to get that

money regardless.

[inhales deeply]

[crying]

Ew.

Why has he only taken her blood?

Because she's special.

You scared me.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Let's head upstairs, sweetheart.

[clattering]

What was that?

Nothing, sweetheart.

Please, let's go.

Get your hand off me before

I break your f*cking legs, OK?

What the hell was that?

Child, please.

Let's go.

Tell me what it is

before I smash your face

in and call the police.

Tell me what it is.

Tell me what it is.

[retching]

You filthy f*ck.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.

I'm sorry.

This is your fault.

This is all your fault.

[insect chirping]

Hello?

[grunting]

Are we hungry?

Brilliant.

If you wouldn't mind to head to

the other side of the mansion

to the kitchen and start

preparing the food,

that would be brilliant.

Make our own food?

All right.

No, no.

Sorry, look, the

fact that we haven't

seen a single other professional

here in 24 hours is f*cked.

The fact that we

haven't received

a single medical

treatment is f*cked.

The fact we've got you

roaming around looking

like an actual zombie

is quite simply f*cked.

So we're going to

go find our friends.

I have an announcement.

An announcement?

An announcement at dinner.

We have a very important

breakthrough in our studies.

An announcement at dinner.

Yeah.

At dinner.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're going

to go tonight.

After dinner, though, yeah?

After dinner.

MATT: That's a

really cute mouse.

What do you want, Matt?

You didn't call me mate.

Swap the E for a T.

What do you want?

I wanted to say sorry.

I get quite emotional

when I'm angry,

and that's just who I am.

So yeah, I'm sorry.

OK.

MATT: OK?

Great.

Well, the guys say we're

to go to dinner soon,

and apparently Dr. Feldman has

a big announcement to make.

OK.

MATT: Cool.

So I'll meet you down there?

Mm-hmm.

Sure.

[ominous music]

[panting]

[gasping]

[sobbing]

Oh my god.

Are you going somewhere?

What about the money?

And he's got that

big announcement.

What announcement?

HAILEY: Some bullshit

announcement.

We're just going to hear

him out and then do one.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

[chuckles] Everybody

loves the bullshit.

[chuckles]

[coughs]

Please, come and eat.

Where's Jess?

Jessica wasn't compatible.

She left the premises.

What's this announcement then?

Ah, yes.

So from the results of

Eleanor's blood test,

we have had a breakthrough.

Well done, Ellie.

DR. FELDMAN: Yes, yes,

well done, indeed.

Yes.

I sent this data to the National

Board of Dangerous Diseases,

and they have promised

to quadruple the funding.

Does that mean

we get paid more?

It certainly does, yeah.

No, no, no, hold up, mate.

You just said that Jess

weren't compatible.

Neither was the

fella last night.

They getting paid?

Sure.

This is so sketchy.

Let's go.

I'm down for more money.

I'm leaving.

I'm driving.

Where are you going to go?

RUST: We'll walk, dickhead.

All right, big lad.

RUST: Bigger than you, mate.

HAILEY: Guys, put them away.

Phil.

We'll go in the morning.

No.

We really need to finish this.

HAILEY: Matt, you do not

get a say in any of this.

MATT: Says the f*cking woman.

HAILEY: Oh, nice one.

Great f*cking insult.

PHIL: Every single time

she opens her mouth,

you got something to say.

MATT: Every time

she opens her mouth,

she's insulting the way

I look or demeaning me.

PHIL: Brilliant.

Every single time

she opens her mouth,

you've got some

stupid sh*t to say.

MATT: And you're

the one defending

her, because you're the one--

PHIL: Of course I'm

f*cking defending her.

[all arguing]

MATT: Every time

she opens her mouth,

she's insulting me or

demeaning the way I look.

[all arguing]

Yes, yes, exactly,

and I'm a gentleman.

[all arguing]

[gasps]

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll him.

Ellie, where are you going?

Get off.

Ellie, leave him alone.

What the hell?

I said leave him alone,

you little f*cking--

Hey.

What?

Are you telling me you never

wanted to do that, huh?

I mean, he's got a point.

Yeah, whatever.

We'll stay one more night, yeah?

One more night and we'll

go in the morning, yeah.

You guys do whatever you want.

I'll be in the pool.

Can you keep an eye on him?

Yeah, sure.

Where are you going?

To find out what

the hell is going on.

[panting]

[insects humming]

[flies buzzing]

Getting closer.

[retching]

[grunts]

We don't have time.

We don't have time.

[retches]

[whimpering]

[static buzzing, beeping]

What is that?

The cure.

HAILEY: Phil?

Hello, my love.

What's up with you today?

Nothing.

Do you not think

everything going on here

is just weird as f*ck?

Yeah.

And you're just

fine with that?

Yeah.

Sometimes I wish

you'd say more

than one syllable at a time.

I love you, but for the love

of God, it's frustrating.

Yeah?

You're not funny.

[laughs]

Go have your swim.

Then we've got to pack, OK?

HAILEY: f*ck!

[laughs]

[inhales]

RUST: Oh, he's awake.

MATT: You hit me.

Yeah, not hard enough.

Mind telling me what those

were doing in your pocket?

Oh yeah.

No, no, no.

If you're man enough,

you'll admit it.

MATT: What gives

you the right to go

through another man's pockets?

You're a f*cking creep.

That's it, isn't it?

MATT: f*ck off.

No, what, you took

these from her knowing

that she don't like you?

How f*cked up are you, mate?

You're embarrassing yourself.

RUST: I'm embarrassing

myself, am I?

You don't understand.

RUST: I'll bounce you

again in a minute, mate.

I'm more of a gentleman

than you'll ever be.

RUST: You already said that.

You'll get what's

coming to you.

You all will.

[ominous music]

[retching]

Doctor, what is

happening to you?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

It's just side effects from

pills I take for headaches.

Please stop with the lies.

What is going on?

Hello.

Welcome to the first ever

of its kind clinical trial

for colds and flus.

My name is Dr. Feldman.

No!

You don't know how

dangerous it is here.

Pray that you never,

ever find out.

This, this here,

this is the answer.

This, this will save humanity.

[whimpering]

Hey, you want to join me?

Hailey?

[ominous music]

Babe?

[dramatic music]

[buzzing]

Hailey!

[screams]

[ominous music]

[fly buzzing]

[retching]

[screams]

No.

No, my god, not now.

[yells]

You stupid girl.

You're going to get

yourself k*lled.

You're going to

get us all k*lled.

[grunting]

[coughing]

You all right?

Did you hear that?

Was that Hailey?

They went swimming.

Come on.

[insects humming]

[gasps]

Hailey.

Hailey.

DR. FELDMAN: Stupid,

stupid, stupid.

No!

We have to save

her, you monster.

I'm not the monster.

She is.

[laughs]

You can't go anywhere.

They rule this place now.

They'll rule this whole

planet unless we do something.

What, these flies?

DR. FELDMAN: The flies.

Let's go.

What is this?

The cure.

The cure for what?

Can we save her?

DR. FELDMAN: No.

She's gone.

Let's go.

Wait.

What happens if we stay outside?

They'll k*ll you.

Draculas flies, they

thrive at night.

They thrive in it.

What about when the sun rises?

They nest until

darkness falls again.

Ellie, let's f*cking go.

What if I smash

this right now?

[grunts]

[muffled screams]

[sinister music]

[clanking, liquid gurgling]

I just b*at your boyfriend

over and over and over again

with this.

And I had a lovely time.

It was like hitting a

pinata, but instead of sweets

coming out, blood comes out.

[laughs]

You're sick.

MATT: No, you're sick.

And now you're going to

get what you deserve.

ELLIE: The f*ck are

you on about, Matt?

[grunts]

[thwack]

And this is what you like?

This type of man?

He's weak.

Yeah, he's all

muscle, but he's weak.

And that turns you on.

You miserable f*cking whore.

You disgust me.

I never liked him.

He's not my type.

He's not your type?

Come on.

I never liked him, Matt.

You don't find him sexy?

All that muscle

doesn't turn me on.

MATT: What turns you on?

Nice beard.

Yeah?

Gentleman.

Really?

I like it when

you're mean to me.

You do?

I like it when

you call me a slut.

You're a f*cking slut.

Say it to me.

You're a f*cking--

[screams]

You little bitch.

No.

We need her.

She is the cure.

She has the most special blood.

[retches]

It will save the world.

It'll save me.

And it'll save him.

[retches]

Sir, can we k*ll him?

We don't need him.

DR. FELDMAN: No.

No.

He is food.

He is food for him.

Food?

Food.

[coughs]

[retches]

[ominous music]

[screams] Dad!

Dad!

You know this thing?

He's the reason I'm here.

It's his son.

He's my best friend.

It wasn't supposed

to be like this.

I was just supposed to

find a group of normies

who were poor and stupid enough

to come and give blood samples.

f*ck you.

You used the fact that my

mum's dying to get me here.

I don't care.

I hate you.

I hope your mum has

a horrible death.

One less slut.

[screams]

Oh, don't bother.

We're all going to die

here one way or another.

I could just extinguish

your life now.

Or maybe I do him first.

You lied to me.

The formula.

Give it to him.

[grunting]

k*ll.

[cries out]

k*ll me.

k*ll.

k*ll.

MATT: No.

k*ll.

[g*nsh*t]

[screams]

[g*nsh*t]

[retches]

Just go.

Just go.

No chance.

He's still got a g*n.

You're bleeding.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

You both just need to die.

Say sayonara.

[flies buzzing]

[g*nsh*t]

[flies buzzing]

[screaming]

He's f*cking crazy, man.

No.

He's the only one

that can stop this.

[insects humming]

DR. FELDMAN: Please.

The formula.

My mouth.

You really think that's

going to save you now?

You're dying.

No.

Too late.

Give me strength to fly.

[squelching]

Why should I help?

It's because of you that

my friends are dead.

It's because of you

that I'm going to die.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was selfish.

I was blinded.

I just-- I just

wanted to save my son.

[screaming]

I just wanted to save my son.

I can see now that was futile.

Futile.

I can see the

damage I have done.

You do the craziest

things for family.

Please.

Can I make it up to you?

[choking]

[squelching]

[sobbing]

[squelching]

I'll see you soon, my dears.

[laughs]

[retching]

Doctor?

Doctor.

Doctor.

[squelching]

He's dead.

He's gone.

He's f*cking dead.

Let's go.

As soon as we move, that thing

up there is going to eat us.

OK.

This is our--

[yells]

Let's go.

[screams]

[yelling]

[flies buzzing]

They're trying to get in.

I f*cking see them.

They're trying to eat us, man.

We can hide.

Just till the morning.

Look, they're all going to die

as soon as the sun comes up.

f*cking vampire flies?

They must have a nest

on the ground somewhere.

Let's just hope he keeps

that big one distracted.

[dramatic music]

sh*t.

sh*t.

They're going

back to the nest.

It's almost sunrise.

Do you trust me?

No.

If you're thinking

about running out there,

then I'm coming with you.

[suspenseful music]

Come on then, you

ugly m*therf*cker.

You want my blood?

RUST: Yeah, come on.

Come and get us.

I'm the only can

k*ll your species.

You want to be extinct?

RUST: Are you sure about this?

If you really want to save

the world, now's your chance.

Come on.

Do it for humanity.

Do it for your wife.

Do it for Liam.

Ellie, get out of the way.

[triumphant music]

f*ck.

[screaming]

[shrieking]

[birds singing]

It's f*cking crazy.

We'll go to the first

police station we find

and we tell them

absolutely everything.

What?

Dead bodies?

Flies?

They ain't buying

none of this, man.

What else are

we supposed to do?

How are we supposed to

live lying about this

for the rest of our lives?

What am I supposed to say

about my missing friends?

They're going to think

you k*lled your friends.

We go to the papers.

What?

We go to every news

outlet in the country.

No.

Radio, TV, papers.

That's f*cking stupid.

All right?

Get that idea out of your head.

Look, regardless if

people buy it or not,

that's going to sell.

Look, you're going

to be in prison,

and they're going to think you

f*cking m*rder*d your friends.

I don't care.

The money's going

to help my mum.

No, look, I ain't

going back to prison.

Not for you, anybody.

No, no.

But your story's

got to match mine.

We're just going to have

to split at the next town.

We can't.

Yes.

No.

Look, I'm going to

disappear, yeah?

You should do the same.

You're right.

Stupid idea.

Yeah?

Yeah.

So like, the next town

is couple hours over.

It gives us enough time to

plan and get that money.

We're going to help your mum.

[g*nsh*t]

[panting]

Hello.

Hi.

Is this BBC?

My name is Eleanor Wilkinson.

I've got a story for you.

[ominous music]

[water rushes]

[gurgling]

[glasses clink]
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