(suspenseful music)
[Derek] Tell me, tell me.
[Miranda] (indistinct)
Hello, hello, wake up, wake up.
[Derek] Hello.
[Miranda] Come on, untie us.
- [Holly] Come on.
- [Derek] Hello.
Yes.
(indistinct) I think she's coming to.
[Thomas] Hey, hey.
[Miranda] What's taking her so long?
- [Thomas] There she is.
- Is she breathing?
I don't know how I got here.
I was home.
Yeah, well, so was I, do something.
What the hell, why am I here?
I mean, who are all of you, what the f*ck?
(light clicking)
(chair scraping)
(alarm ringing)
(ominous music)
(button clicking)
[Announcer] Welcome, Cassidy, thank you.
You will now be presented with a choice.
(air whooshing)
(electricity fizzing)
You may now decide to walk away,
but you must leave on your own.
No one may accompany you.
No questions, no answers.
Or you may release the others
and deal with the consequences.
(suspenseful music)
Please.
(suspenseful music continues)
What are you doing?
Get the hell outta here.
Shut up, man, we all
wanna get out of here.
You can untie your feet yourself, yeah?
- Hurry, please.
- [Cassidy] Yeah.
(suspenseful music continues)
(rope rustling)
Why don't I know you?
Thanks.
(suspenseful music continues)
(electricity whooshing)
(electricity fizzing)
[Announcer] No, no, no.
Derek, that was not the arrangement.
(Derek yelling)
Please rejoin the circle, all of you.
(electricity whooshing)
(electricity fizzing)
If you choose not to comply,
a gas will be released
that will immediately
render you unconscious.
Please choose now.
(suspenseful music)
(Derek sighing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(clothes rustling)
Thank you, you have all been exposed
to a fast-acting hybrid
dose of the Exo Virus.
This virus will lead to certain fatality
in 24 hours or less.
There's an antidote within
the confines of this cabin.
You are required to locate
and administer the anti virus,
but please be advised that
there is only enough serum
for two individuals.
You must choose which of you will survive.
(suspenseful music continues)
Now, let us begin.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(air whooshing)
(gentle music)
(wind whistling)
(gentle music continues)
(wind whistling)
[Dale] Thomas, where the hell are you?
You have a board to
answer to in five minutes.
You can't be this incompetent.
This company will not fall because of you.
We have ex*cuted humanoid
technology so exquisitely,
it would fool your f*cking mother.
You need to push this as
the answer to the virus,
but I swear I'll replace
you with a unit by myself.
It's time to slide off Daddy's
lap and be a f*cking man.
(aircraft whooshing)
We pledge a commitment
to you that Xena-Corp
and all of its affiliates
are endlessly working
to combat the novel Exo Virus.
We have donated over 25 million in total
to virus related charities.
Additionally, our goal
is to be available to you
and support you while
remaining fully operational.
We are diligent on improving
our humanoid technologies,
so homes, businesses,
schools, government buildings
will have easy access to resources.
In these unprecedented times,
Xena-Corp and its newly
appointed CEO, Thomas Xena,
remain committed to ushering
the world into a new era.
The future is here.
That is a message
from the long-believed-to-be
estranged daughter
of William Xena
in the face of growing
concerns that Xena-Corp
and its affiliates are
responsible for the Exo Virus.
There are ongoing rumors
that the company has
orchestrated the viral outbreak,
conveniently coordinated
with the latest unit upgrades
of Xena-Corp humanoids.
Here with us today is Mr.
Dale Davis, newly elected CFO
and longstanding board
member of Xena-Corp.
Thank you for joining us today.
[Dale] My pleasure.
Mr. Davis, is it true
that Xena-Corp is taking
absolutely no responsibility
for almost 40% of the population
contracting the Exo Virus?
[Dale] Xena-Corp and
all of its affiliates
deny any connection between the Exo Virus
and a successful integration of humanoids
into our modern society.
No one has done more for the protection
and the safety of our planet.
Mr. Davis, a staggering
number of studies
verified by the world's top scientists
point the finger at Xena-Corps's
unconventional release
of minerals into the
atmosphere on aircraft-
[Dale] Chem trails,
seriously, Ms. Cooper (laughs).
I thought this was a
reputable news program.
You are deflecting, Mr. Davis.
[Dale] I'm not sure
what you're trying to imply, Ms. Cooper.
Did Xena-Corp release
unauthorized chemicals
into our atmosphere?
[Dale] Ms. Cooper, now you sound
just like a conspiracy theorist.
Greg.
(television whooshing)
(somber music)
(coughs) Greg (coughs).
I'm here, I'm here.
Okay, lie back.
There you go, lie back, all right.
Sorry, sorry (coughs).
Stop being so apologetic.
Stop being so nice (coughs).
You remind me so much of Bretton.
Except I'm more of an as*h*le.
Shannon would've never
married an as*h*le.
Yeah, well, they're both dead.
But it's not gonna happen to you.
How about I get you some tea, okay?
- Hmm, thanks.
- [Greg] That's helping.
- Yeah.
- I think.
(kettle whistling)
(water sloshing)
(phone ringing)
What do you want, Owen?
[Owen] I need to talk
to you, in person today.
No.
[Owen] This is important
for real, promise.
No.
[Owen] I can't tell you on the phone.
Please man, I need you.
I need you to meet me at the usual spot.
- Not in the mood, Owen.
- [Owen] This is big,
might help Beth big.
- Yeah.
- Meet me in one hour.
Yeah, yeah.
(footsteps thumping)
Don't look at me.
What do you want, Owen?
Hey, no names.
Oh, sorry, for what crazy theory
have you monopolized my
time with now, Eagle Eye?
Thank you, Braveheart.
- Out with it.
- How's Beth?
Not great.
You could take her to a care center.
- No.
- [Owen] She'll understand.
Beth is the best person I know.
I'm not gonna let her
slowly die on her own.
You're a good man.
She's missing.
- Who?
You know who.
Hey, no, no, no, no, you
can't just walk away.
It's not my problem, Owen.
Yes, it is your problem.
She has all the information you need
to get reinstated into the force.
Not that she's willing to share.
You know she couldn't,
but she's left Xena-Corp.
She must have ran.
Owen, this is not my damn problem.
Pick a lie.
She most likely was decommissioned.
No, they're looking for her too.
Look, I understand you went
to battle with the big bad,
and they beat you.
It wasn't about my ego,
it was about justice for their crimes,
taking responsibility for
their g*dd*mn machines.
They can't hide the truth forever.
You know as well as I do,
they can use these things against us
no matter how much propaganda
they shove down our throats.
Yes.
- How long?
- Two weeks.
She managed to stay off their
surveillance for that long.
Yes.
She's planning something.
Yes.
(suspenseful music)
sh*t.
- That one of yours?
- sh*t, yes.
- [Greg] One of them?
Yes.
(suspenseful music continues)
I told you to stay invisible.
Sorry, Eagle Eye.
Owen, she'd be much more effective
if you reinstall their
non-emotive software.
- I don't want to sl*ve.
- Oh no,
of course, you want a friend.
- f*ck off, Greg.
- Braveheart.
All right, that's
enough, let's go, sweetie.
I told you I don't
like to be called that.
(laughs) Her kind is gonna
be all that's left of us.
- She won't let it.
- No.
Sunday School would never.
[Owen] Read it, lemme
know when you're ready.
- For what?
- You'll see.
(suspenseful music continues)
(papers rustling)
(footsteps thumping)
(door rattling)
(door thumping)
(papers thumping)
f*ck's sakes.
(papers thumping)
(sighs) Well, you got anything
else to do, Braveheart?
(vehicle droning)
(gentle music)
So we are all just
gonna sit here until what?
You are Thomas Xena.
- And you are?
- Miranda.
Hello, Miranda, I'm Holly.
(gentle music continues)
Well, you are, right?
- Yes.
- You,
new CEO of Xena-Corp, huh?
You kidding me, right?
Nope, we're here with
human trash, fantastic.
You would be my answers.
Who are you?
Yeah, who the hell are you
and why weren't you tied?
Cassidy, and I have no idea.
- I can't trust that.
- I'm Holly.
It's not your turn, Holly.
- Hi, Holly.
- Hang on.
How can I be your answers?
Because one of your bullshit humanoids
is the reason my brother is dead.
The humanoid has never harmed a human.
My brother would argue otherwise.
God, I watched that thing
push him from a moving car.
That is highly improbable.
That would've been
everywhere, I never heard any.
We fought and fought and
fought for anyone to listen to us
and anyone that did was quickly silenced.
Xena-Corp made it all disappear.
They wouldn't even let us recover a body.
God, we had to, we had to
bury an empty f*cking casket.
How do you know that he died?
I don't.
(alarm ringing)
I wasn't a part of any of that.
Of course not.
You just get to profit
off after Daddy died.
- f*ck you.
- That's lovely.
So what, we just sit
here, conversing and dying?
We were already dying,
the virus is airborne.
We don't know that yet.
No, you wouldn't admit it yet.
- And you are?
- Derek.
Hi, Derek, what piece of sh*t life
have you been living to get here?
Why are you assuming
I'm an as*h*le like him?
We're all here for a reason, no?
We managed to get
ourselves trapped in a room
with this scumbag.
God, I can only imagine
what the hell the rest of you have done.
You think this is punishment?
Yeah, of course.
Then you must have some
dirty secret in your closet.
You spill, we spill.
I ask too many questions.
That doesn't make sense.
Okay, room full of strangers,
here is a list of my deepest
darkest secrets, f*ck off.
(suspenseful music)
Somebody's gonna have
to start telling the truth
if we're gonna decide.
I can't choose who deserves to live.
This is insane.
- Yeah, this is too much.
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
What the hell is this?
Where did you find that?
[Miranda] Pocket.
(suspenseful music continues)
What the heck is this?
(suspenseful music continues)
Why is mine different?
Why don't you tell us?
We need to find the antidote first.
We should decide first.
If we can't find it, what's the point
of having a conversation on who gets it?
I agree.
We can do both, look and talk.
- From here.
- We need to move.
Okay, what's with the white coat?
I'm a hematologist.
I'm a blood specialist
that focuses on disease.
- Like the virus?
- Yes.
(scoffs) Where do you work?
- He works for me.
- You know each other?
No, I know of him.
He heads up the clinical
research department, correct?
There's a lot of speculation
to Xena-Corp being directly
tied to the spread.
That's correct, it's all speculation.
Oh, living in denial, are we?
- We know why you're here.
- Sure.
(alarm ringing)
- Everyone up.
- [Miranda] What?
Up, now.
(suspenseful music)
- What now?
We move.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Holly coughing)
(vehicle droning)
(group speaking in foreign language)
John, John.
(group speaking in foreign language)
John, I can't hear this sh*t all day.
Hey, you know me, I speak
good English, he's stupid.
Frank, my name is-
That's what I say, Francis.
(group speaking in foreign language)
(group speaking in foreign language)
Where'd you get this guy, John?
You know my wife, she complained.
He's my cousin, he need cash money.
Soon, I'll be gone.
He's young, he's strong
like a bull, like me.
He better not get in the way.
(group speaking in foreign language)
Keep going guys, please.
(vehicle droning)
Okay, Mr. Francis.
(g*n clicking)
Call me that one more time.
(vehicle droning)
(Frank coughing)
Pull over here.
You okay, Mr. Francis?
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music)
Take it out, boys.
(suspenseful music continues)
Let's go.
(suspenseful music continues)
(doors rattling)
(doors thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door rattling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Frank Russo?
- And you are?
I'm Margaret Sims.
I was told you'd be taking
the quality check from here.
Did you bring the required tools?
Yeah, I'll take it from here.
Of course, sir.
Safety on.
(electricity whooshing)
(suspenseful music continues)
Good looking bunch.
(suspenseful music continues)
(hand slapping)
(suspenseful music continues)
Boring too.
(suspenseful music continues)
Unit reference.
- Unit 85-70.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
- Unit reference.
- Unit 86-5.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
- Unit reference.
- Unit 85-6.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
- Unit reference.
- Unit 85-2.
Non-emotive software installed?
Correct.
(suspenseful music continues)
Do you understand why you're here?
Hardware and software quality check,
possible decommission.
And how does that make you feel?
- It doesn't.
- That's right,
it doesn't because you
are a f*cking machine.
No, because my non-emo
software is active.
(g*n clicking)
(g*n firing)
Excuse me, sir, this
is highly irregular.
We do not discard perfectly
healthy and working units.
No, you don't, I do.
If you're going to
continue in this fashion,
I'm gonna have to file a complaint
straight to Xena-Corp high authorities.
Is that so?
(suspenseful music continues)
(g*n firing)
Mr. Russo, stop.
(suspenseful music continues)
Mr. Russo, that's enough.
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh really?
(suspenseful music continues)
(g*n firing)
[Margaret] Mr. Russo.
(suspenseful music continues)
(g*n clicking)
That's enough.
As far as I'm concerned,
every single one of these
abominations should be put down.
But you know what?
Sometimes it's hard to tell
between a metal head and a human.
But accidents do happen,
don't they, Mrs. Sims?
Yes, sir, they do.
Not today, hopefully.
Sometimes it's just in the air.
What is?
(footsteps thumping)
Chaos, darling.
(footsteps thumping)
(suspenseful music)
Let's go, boys.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(leaves rustling)
(monitor beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Oh.
Sir Braveheart.
- What do you want, Owen?
- Did you read it all?
How am I supposed to?
You got it written on burger wrappers.
g*dd*mn ketchup's getting in the way
of me exposing a multi-billion
dollar corporation.
I know it's a bit rough,
but I didn't have time
to itemize my world-changing
knowledge, Greg.
Hello again, Braveheart.
Oh, hi, Mandy.
Mandy, please.
I almost snuck up on you real
good, didn't I, Mr. Carlaw?
Braveheart.
Mandy, you're one hell of a spy.
Sorry about that, she's
just in a good mood today.
Okay, Owen, Owen, Owen.
Okay, okay, okay, you
get the gist of it, right?
Yeah, okay, so from what I can gather,
you got some pretty concrete evidence.
Xena-Corp was responsible
for the mass outbreak,
that they've been targeting
small towns to avoid detection
and that they're holding Thomas Xena
as a scapegoat for their crimes.
I'm unsure about Thomas.
Does he have zero interest
in his father's creation?
Yes, is he an overgrown trust fund baby?
Also yes, but does he
have the murderous need
to eliminate a vast
amount of the population
with an airborne virus?
I think not.
This is spreading to the ill or elderly,
weak immune systems,
the demographics that are
not reliable consumers.
It seems very deliberate.
Over a third of the
world is dead or dying
and they're gonna keep on dying
'cause it's only getting stronger.
People get sick, they
die, we bury them, repeat.
How deep does this go for them
not to be held responsibly?
That's why we need to make
this information public,
before martial law is forcibly invoked
and humanoids start policing our streets
because they're the only ones
trusted to not be infected.
Less humans, more need for bots.
You control the walkin'
weapons, you control the state.
Think about how many job
positions are now available.
Xena-Corp is happy filling
those gaps with their units
in the name of safety.
f*ck, this is bad.
Also, if I'm putting it together right,
the Walker boy may still be alive.
He may very well be.
I knew they f*cking took him.
- And now we have proof.
- But, but why?
I think she knows.
Still no luck tracking her.
When she wants us to find her, we will.
Sounds like her.
It wasn't her fault.
She was programmed to surveil you.
You're mad at software.
Which is why I'll never trust anything
that can't make its own choices.
Our entire investigation
laughed at, a little boy harmed,
a bot at fault while his
family mourns his death.
We all had to learn
to make our own choices.
She's learning.
We all are.
(Holly coughing)
Are you okay?
(footsteps thumping)
Definitely no way out.
- Is it completely sealed?
- Yeah.
- All the rooms are empty.
- Basement door's jammed.
I can't get in.
Yeah, it's some pretty
advanced technology.
There's a magnetic field
grasping the elements
of the room together, but
there is a supply of food
and water to last us all a year.
I don't understand the point to that.
(suspenseful music)
You see something out of the ordinary?
[Derek] Besides all of us?
(suspenseful music continues)
These keys have to mean something.
[Derek] Why don't you tell
us why you put them there?
- Oh, come on, give it a rest.
- Hey, no, no, no, come on.
[Thomas] I've been in this
room as long as you've been.
Yeah, I know.
[Thomas] I told you
what my involvement was,
and it was nothing.
- [Derek] You are the CEO
of Xena-Corp, and we know
Xena-Corp is responsible.
What do you think?
Looks "Blair Witchy."
[Derek] I was in the lab,
you got me out of the lab,
so don't you gimme that bullshit.
Looks like a zen garden.
[Derek] I know you are behind this.
I will find out.
- You have any idea
why you're here?
[Derek] I promise I'll find out.
- I'm a software engineer.
- For?
I'd rather not say.
Xena-Corp I bet.
[Miranda] Does it matter?
Yes, it matters, what do you work on?
Humanoids.
And I will drag you down.
You could just as easily
be responsible for this.
I am not responsible for this.
Either one of us could be
the responsible for this.
I am not.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(Derek sighing)
(suspenseful music continues)
Are you kidding me?
What about you, do you
work for Satan as well?
I'm currently unemployed,
but I do a lot of volunteer
work for my church.
Are you trying to get brownie points?
[Miranda] Easy to judge everyone else
when you give nothing about yourself.
Hey, found something.
(suspenseful music continues)
[Cassidy] Pull the blanket off.
- [Derek] Ah, I don't think-
- [Cassidy] Oh, f*ck it.
Oh, that's demented.
(suspenseful music continues)
Something's lodged inside the mouth.
(suspenseful music continues)
I think it's a keyhole.
(suspenseful music continues)
(key rattling)
It's not mine.
(suspenseful music continues)
(key rattling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(key rattling)
(alarm ringing)
- What now?
(lid thumping)
(chain clinking)
It's dead.
- Let me have it.
It's mine, or it was my father's.
Oh, Daddy's pocket watch, how typical.
I destroyed this.
- Mean anything to you?
- Yes.
Mean anything to the situation?
I don't know.
Why was it Holly's key that worked?
You two know each other.
- No.
- This is such bullshit.
- Relax.
- Relax?
I'm already doing everything I can
not to burn this place to
the ground because frankly,
I don't see why anybody but Holly and I
should be walking outta here.
- Why you two?
- Well, let's see.
Xena-Corp lackey, should be dead already,
and Xena-Corp's b*tch.
- You work for Xena-Corp?
- Yes.
She's a software
engineer for the humanoids.
I bet she's super smart.
Yeah, but I don't
think I'm a bad person.
I don't deserve this.
That doesn't mean anything.
None of us believe we deserve this.
This is sad, we need to
be civil, trying to agree.
Here's something that
we can all agree on.
There is definitely no
way that that as*h*le
is surviving this.
But he's not in on it.
(Thomas coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(papers rustling)
(Beth coughing)
(Beth sipping)
I'm fine, I'm fine.
You shouldn't be sitting up so much.
Greg, there's some really
good information here.
If we can put all these pieces together,
we can really make a change.
What?
Nothing, it's just really
nice to see you so animated.
This is something to live for.
If we can put all this together,
we can really change the whole
consciousness of the planet.
Speaking in miracles.
Something radical happened
to make us all so sick,
so why can't something radical
happen to make it right?
Is it 'cause she's involved?
If all this information's
coming from her,
can't be trusted.
She was never disloyal,
she was encrypted.
It's not her fault Xena-Corp
used her against you,
and you capitalized on it too.
Using her on all your cases,
making her your main
source of information.
- I was naive.
- Yes.
- I won't be again.
- I know.
It cost good people
answers they deserve.
We're all a little bit
naive until we're not.
(monitor beeping)
(phone ringing)
I gotta take this.
(phone ringing)
Yes, Owen?
- [Owen] I have a location.
- Where?
- [Owen] A town called Ivy,
about three hour drive from you.
I can't leave Beth.
[Owen] We can leave Mandy with her.
- Absolutely not.
- [Owen] She's good people.
She's not people, how can you trust her?
You know Xena-Corp can hack her.
- [Owen] No, not her.
- [Mandy] Nope, not me.
[Owen] Not anymore.
Look, talk to Beth.
She's a lot stronger than
you give her credit for.
I'll be there in 30 minutes.
(clothes rustling)
[Beth] Go, I'll be fine.
I'm feeling better today anyways.
- It could be for a while.
- And?
- Beth.
- Greg.
I can still wipe my own a*s, you know?
I'm fine, I'll call you
if there's any issues.
- Promise?
- Yes, I promise.
You're good all over.
Stop acting like you're not.
(fingers tapping)
(vehicle droning)
(Frank strumming)
(group speaking in foreign language)
How about you two start
speaking f*cking English
and I'll stop being a
trigger cut, hmm, hey?
(phone ringing)
(vehicle droning)
Yeah, go ahead, sir.
[Dale] Frank, are you
on your g*dd*mn period?
Why the f*ck am I getting
a rain storm of sh*t
coming from the board
just because one of my guys
likes to swing his d*ck around
for the new talent?
Sir, I can assure you that I
inspected all of those units.
[Dale] Well, I don't
want to hear it, Frank.
I have no idea why decommissions
get your d*ck so hard.
Pretty sure I was in
my authority to do it.
[Dale] Oh, would you
shut the f*ck up, Frank?
I'm not calling you solely to scold you.
You have a particular skill I need.
A humanoid has gone off grid.
- That's not possible.
- Shut the f*ck up.
- [Dale] Frank.
- Yeah, I'm here.
[Dale] I need you to track
and dispose of that unit
as soon as possible.
Absolutely, sir, unit number?
[Dale] 65-8, older model.
- Is that one a Carlaw's?
- [Dale] Yes.
The unit has been evading
us for quite some time.
You know where to start.
Of course, sir, be right
on it, thanks for the oppor-
(phone beeping)
(vehicle droning)
What are we going to now?
We go see an old friend.
(vehicle droning)
(globe squeaking)
(footsteps thumping)
How are you feeling?
[Derek] Like emotionally?
- No, dickhead.
- I feel something.
Can't tell if the existential dread
or internal bleeding, you?
Not great.
What?
Why are you so rude to her?
She, all the smiling.
She thinks Jesus is gonna save us.
- He might.
- Right,
just like He intervened
while the rest of the world
drowns in their own blood.
- Maybe there's a bigger plan.
- How convenient.
How does that help anyone?
Eventually we are gonna
have to start voting.
If I'm gonna die so two
other people can live,
it better be for a reason.
Her spreading the word of God
is not something I find valuable.
And what's valuable,
degree, status, influence?
Opportunity, someone who can
take a collective knowledge
and do something about it.
- Absolutely not.
- He's right.
He's a mass m*rder*r.
Thanks.
I'm fine.
- I know, me too.
[Thomas] Are you always so chipper?
I don't mean to be.
I think it's just how I was raised.
Eternal optimism.
Perhaps.
I know this isn't your fault.
I may not have run that company,
but I profited off the sins of my father,
and if Xena-Corp is the
one organizing this,
I'm not meant to survive.
That's no reason to
not fight for your life.
I'm really good at reading people, Thomas,
and you're good people.
You can still make a big difference
if you get out of this place,
bigger than any of the rest of us.
Turn it around?
Yes, this is your company now.
(suspenseful music)
Why can't the son resolve
the sins of the father?
(suspenseful music continues)
The time, the time is the same.
There must be a clue around here then.
Take a look, go down.
Nothing there, locked.
Check the clock.
(suspenseful music continues)
Take it down.
(suspenseful music continues)
A keyhole.
(suspenseful music continues)
(key rattling)
I think it's mine.
(suspenseful music continues)
(alarm ringing)
(lid squeaking)
(suspenseful music continues)
[Miranda] It's mine.
- A USB.
- [Cassidy] What's on it?
- Nothing.
- Really, nothing?
So the powers that be just
left you with nothing clue?
Why don't we all start
being brutally honest here?
We are wasting time trying to hold
onto whatever dignity
we think we have left.
Trust me, no one should
know what's on this.
I think someone already does.
Otherwise it wouldn't
be in the f*cking room.
If Xena-Corp is behind this,
then I absolutely cannot
discuss what's on here.
- Miranda.
- No.
Someone is listening to us.
Someone is watching every
f*cking move as we slowly die.
(coughs) I can't, I'm not going to.
(Miranda coughing)
(Thomas coughing)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Whatever's on there,
Xena-Corp wouldn't want
you to have, right?
- Yeah.
- Why would they
give you back information
that they would rather have themselves?
So I know why I'm dying.
- Or it's not them.
- Then who?
(aircraft droning)
(vehicle droning)
(door rattling)
(door thumping)
(doors rattling)
(footsteps thumping)
(doors thumping)
(vehicle droning)
(vehicle droning)
(light clicking)
[Frank] Okay, give him some space, John.
(suspenseful music)
(vehicle droning)
Don't get too close.
- [John] Mr. Francis.
- [Frank] I know.
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
You brought it?
I told you I could
have left her with Beth.
No, no, it's fine.
Hello, Braveheart.
Are you excited for today's quest?
- We don't get out much.
- Any news?
Yeah, I got two pings a
couple hours apart, she's there.
You brought reinforcements, good, good.
Yeah, why are you expecting trouble?
I expect everything,
that's why I'm still alive.
(suspenseful music continues)
(door rattling)
- Feeling anything?
- No, not yet.
- That's very good.
- Maybe.
- [Holly] Maybe?
Maybe it hits me all at once.
Maybe I'm only dreaming.
Maybe I could have prevented this.
That sounds like a lot of questions.
Maybe we should start
telling each other answers.
- Do you have any answers?
- Maybe.
(Miranda coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
His nose.
Guys, his nose,
I knew there was something wrong with him.
Look at his nose.
It's painted gold, like the pebble.
(suspenseful music continues)
(items rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
Yes.
[Thomas] Try your key.
(suspenseful music continues)
(alarm ringing)
(lid squeaking)
(bag rustling)
It's mine.
[Miranda] What is it?
(zip ritzing)
Explain.
These are the tools that I use
for a very specific type of transfusion.
- Blood transfusions?
- Yeah.
What is a clinical research tech need
with his own transfusion kit?
Why is this important to you?
- I don't know.
- You're lying.
You seem like you're lying.
Because you have all been honest?
You said so yourself,
it's time to start spilling.
Please.
Take a seat, please.
(gentle music)
(clothes rustling)
I, I've been working
on a highly classified
project for Xena-Corp,
as the virus started to spread,
started attacking civilians
with weak immune systems,
but for some reason, it began learning.
It's adaptable, inflicting healthy,
stable hosts like Albert Xena.
The elite has accomplices,
not just in the company, but worldwide.
They threw all their
resources in finding a cure,
then we found it.
We found the cure
and we farmed as much of
the compound as possible.
What was it?
It was a patient.
Farmed, you farmed a human?
No, no, not exactly.
I was in charge to extract
and synthesize the blood.
If we could replicate the
strand, no more virus for anyone.
How is it I never
heard about any of this?
- You weren't meant to.
- Excuse me?
All my equipment, research,
and even my own office was emptied.
Of course.
[Holly] Why isn't
the cure out there now?
Just as they pieced the puzzle together
and found a way to
synthesize Patient 0's blood,
all my equipment, research,
and even my own office was emptied.
My patient, they took him,
that told me he had passed
because of my procedural
errors during transfusion.
But I don't think that can be true.
How do you know?
Because he was strong, he was smart,
and he's far too valuable to
die from a simple procedure.
They took him, they
took everything from me.
To keep it quiet.
You can make money off a cure.
You can selectively save the world.
It's a real power to
choose who lives and dies.
It's an awful power.
This irony is not lost on me.
Pressure into the government agencies
looking into Xena-Corp began to die down.
My guess is that the very
agencies we entrusted
into discovering and unveiling
the part of the company
had to play in the virus,
were sold off in terms of safety
for their families and themselves.
As well as profits from
all the humanoids needed
to replace the dead populace.
So they have synthesized
an antidote, a cure, no?
No, I never finished my
work on the files they took.
They're using Patient 0
as a human blood bag for the elite?
(suspenseful music)
I filed a report with the new CEO.
I never got it.
Would it have mattered?
You have zoned out of your
responsibilities a long time ago.
Tyra's run your father's legacy.
You're too much a f*cking
coward to do anything about it.
- Derek?
- When do we get to vote?
Let's do it now.
- I think it's too soon.
- Really?
Should we wait until one of us dies?
I vote for myself and Miranda.
Derek and Holly.
Myself and Holly.
Myself and Derek.
No, I can't.
You can't smile your way out of this.
Make a f*cking vote.
Fine, Derek and Thomas.
What?
Are you f*cking kidding me?
Thomas, for what possible reason?
If Derek can make a cure,
then Thomas can roll it
out to the inflicted.
He could have done that
already, but he's checked out.
He's not even in the room with us.
Thanks, Holly, but I think
you have to change your vote.
No, that's my vote.
None of you believe I deserve to live?
We don't even know who you are.
That's not true, we know
she's a bit of an as*h*le.
I could have left you all here.
That's true, I vote for Cassidy.
What, instead of who?
Oh, this is very difficult.
[Derek] Are you f*cking kidding me?
Derek.
(suspenseful music continues)
Okay, I'm gonna calm down,
before I do something stupid.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(door rattling)
(door thumping)
Notice anything different
about your supplies there?
- [Derek] No.
- You will.
Let us know when you do.
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(Mandy humming)
- What's so interesting?
- Well, why is it
that only alternative news sites
report accurate data in research?
Mainstream media, man,
it's just a bunch of angry news anchors
telling off political opponents.
That's to keep us divided
and stupid, that's why.
Those networks are controlled
by the very enterprises
we should be exposing.
The world as it is, is
not in favor of unity.
It was established to keep
us contained and ignorant.
Well, yeah, but what happens
when people stop being ignorant?
You're put into these
problematic groups,
you're called a conspiracy theorist,
a term created by the government agencies
to cause distress among ourselves.
Yeah, you know, I feel that I'm starting
to see things more clearly.
I just wish I realized it sooner.
That's truth, and the need to seek it.
She knew this and she knew you'd find it,
find a way out of shame
and into honest living.
Companies like Xena-Corp, organizations
that thrive off of the
destruction of our planet
only exists because we let them.
We have to stop letting them.
Humanity's so powerful.
I find it so odd they act so submissive.
Oh, well, that's interesting
coming from someone like you.
- I was programmed to comply.
- And so are we.
(suspenseful music)
Owen, where are we going exactly?
She hasn't disclosed that yet.
- What?
- We know she's here.
We just dunno where exactly.
Well, there's like a hundred places
we would have to search.
- I know.
That's gonna take time,
man, time that I don't have.
- I know.
- Well, when does she plan
on releasing her exact location?
I received a few pings
a couple hours ago.
It should be shortly.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Oh, f*ck.
- [Mandy] Oh, no, trouble?
Not yet.
- Think we have a tail?
- Yep, pull over here.
(suspenseful music)
(vehicle droning)
- Was that him?
- They pulled over.
I don't want them to see us.
f*ck's sakes, John.
I make the next turn.
(group speaking in foreign language)
Shut your f*cking mouth.
Go up here, turn the car
around, face that road.
We're gonna watch and see
where he is coming from.
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
- We're just gonna sit here?
- I know it was him.
Okay, I believe you.
(suspenseful music continues)
He's impatient, he'll come to us.
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(suspenseful music continues)
I don't think they come.
(suspenseful music continues)
We're gonna wait, we're gonna
wait, f*cking wait him out.
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
You must be enjoying this.
[Cassidy] There's
nothing joyful about this.
- You are strong.
- What?
The virus, it isn't
as progressive in you.
Lucky me, I get to watch
all of you die before me.
- Not if we figure this out.
- No one's voting for me.
- Holly did.
- Holly's an idiot.
For believing in you?
No, for believing in you.
Okay.
Don't let him get to
you, you know what he is.
(fist thumping)
You have to come out sometime.
(gentle music)
(items rustling)
(Derek screaming)
Sounds like he's having
a good time in there.
- He's just frustrated.
- No, he's a liar.
Why?
He's given us so much and
you've offered us nothing.
There's nothing to tell,
I'm not anyone important.
I don't have knowledge, I have rage.
- For me.
- For everything.
I wake up with rage
as soon as I have to download my identity
and understand it all over again.
I wake, I eat, I go to
my nowhere retail job,
I come home, I sleep, repeat.
I'm more humanoid than they are.
And then I start asking questions, why?
Why is it all so f*cked up?
Why do I participate in a flawed system?
Why can't I grow vegetables
in my front yard?
Why do I sit at a red light
when there are no other cars around, why?
You know what the answer always is?
Fear.
Fear of the state.
Fear of each other.
Fear of the law.
And the shame,
and the shame that comes from questions.
I haven't said much about who I am
because I'm no one.
No, you are everyone.
Don't touch me.
I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help.
Can you answer me a question
I can't stop asking myself
since your little revelation story?
- Sure.
- You had access
to the antidote in your hand,
you worked with it every day?
- Yes.
- You even have
your own little transfusion kit.
- The point?
- Are we all to believe
that you did not inject yourself?
Holy f*ck.
- [Derek] Look-
- It's a simple question.
He's not showing any
signs of the illness.
Neither is she.
She didn't have access
to the f*cking cure.
I voted for you.
What were you gonna do,
let someone else die?
[Derek] No, not at
all, I was just not sure-
You gave us a story
that made you look like
a hero to humanity.
How convenient for you.
- Will you please let me ex-
- Explain what?
I'm dying, we're all dying.
And you thought this was information
you didn't have to divulge (coughs)?
I had no idea if it was
gonna affect me or not.
I still don't know.
[Cassidy] What were you doing in there?
Were you even trying
to find the next clue,
or are you good?
You know you are right, you are nobody.
I spent my whole life
trying to solve problems
where you were selling cheap products
to middle-aged housewives.
You wanna do this now?
(packet thumping)
Do it by yourself.
Please come at me.
I would love to punch you in
your stupid f*cking mouth.
This is helping no one right now.
(Miranda coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(zipper rustling)
Here, I tried to fix it, but
I think the zipper's broken.
It's fine, thanks.
- Cheap case.
- Yeah, I made it myself.
Another lie.
I can see the Made in China tag from here.
What?
That's impossible, I, that's it.
(suspenseful music)
Look.
(suspenseful music continues)
(globe rattling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(alarm ringing)
[Announcer] System services complete.
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
What is it?
[Thomas] Is it yours?
It's mine.
It's Connor, my brother.
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music)
- I could go k*ll him.
- Frank would love that.
(suspenseful music continues)
(monitor beeping)
Oh, I have an exact location.
Think we could quickly pass him?
He cannot follow us.
- That's not part of the plan.
- Mandy.
- What plan?
- Nothing.
She is malfunctioning or something.
Systems check says
I'm operating correctly.
- Owen, what plan?
- I'm just gonna turn up here
for a little bit, we can hide.
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
Get out of the car.
Now, it's cold?
Get out of the f*cking car.
(suspenseful music continues)
(alarm beeping)
(doors thumping)
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
[Greg] Geez, Owen, where are we going?
[Owen] We need to lay low, don't we?
[Greg] Right, but we
don't wanna get lost either.
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
Holy sh*t.
[Owen] How does this
guy keep finding us?
Okay, turn around, let's
go into that warehouse.
(vehicle droning)
Let's go for the entrance.
Okay, real quick, Mandy, real
quick, real quick, let's go.
(doors rattling)
(alarm beeping)
(doors thumping)
(suspenseful music)
(door rattling)
(suspenseful music continues)
Quick, hide, I'll deal with it.
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
Easy, as*h*le.
Still breathing, it's a shame.
What do you want?
I just came to see
what you're up to, buddy.
Hmm, still obsessed with my c*ck I see.
You know, you've always been a problem
for my organization.
Maybe if you stopped trying
to shove it down my throat,
we wouldn't have an issue.
Hi, Tony.
You know this b*tch?
Point that thing at me.
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh, Greggie, you're
not even a cop anymore.
You're just a sad, pathetic
man with a robot crush.
Where is she?
I don't know.
Bullshit, Owen, get out
from under Greg's skirts, now.
I'll start sh**ting.
Don't you dare, Owen.
(footsteps thumping)
Are you trying to f*ck with me?
Trying to out-whit me?
'Cause it's not gonna happen again.
It's not very hard.
(g*n firing)
Buddy, come join us.
(footsteps thumping)
Did you really think
she'd let you go around
k*lling her kind without having
contingencies of her own?
What the f*ck?
- Tony?
- It's not possible.
Impossible, for one of them
to have more humanity
in their little pinky
than you have in your entire existence?
Frank, put the g*n down.
What about you?
- He's my wife's cousin.
- Are you one of them too?
No, I've never seen him before.
You're unraveling, my friend.
Shut the f*ck up.
We just needed to keep an eye on you.
I'm sorry, John, I was
hoping for a better outcome.
Unit reference.
Unit reference.
95-12.
That's not that.
The newest model.
(suspenseful music continues)
I can explain.
(g*n firing)
Frank!
Whoa, whoa, Mr. Francis,
you know me, you know my wife.
You know my family.
- Family?
He was your f*cking family.
Frank, please.
(g*n firing)
(John grunting)
(footsteps thumping)
(suspenseful music)
(fighters scuffling)
(g*n firing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(fighters scuffling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(fighters scuffling)
(Frank coughing)
I don't want to k*ll you, Frank.
(suspenseful music continues)
You think you can f*cking k*ll me?
(suspenseful music continues)
(fighters scuffling)
Hey, hey, no, no.
(g*n firing)
(suspenseful music)
Take me to her a right now
or I sh**t you in the f*cking head.
Okay, okay, okay, just take it easy.
Hey, Greggie, I got
your little b*tch here.
And if I see you again,
I'm gonna sh**t him and
then I'm gonna sh**t you.
(suspenseful music continues)
(feet scuffling)
(door rattling)
(suspenseful music continues)
Get in the f*cking-
What do you want?
[Frank] Get in the
f*cking passenger seat.
(suspenseful music continues)
(door thumping)
(vehicle roaring)
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
We don't have much more time.
She'll figure it out.
It's hard to believe she's
not coughing or bleeding.
Well, if one of us
die before we find it,
that's one less person in the way.
She seems motivated.
Do you believe that,
"I'm no one," bullshit?
Maybe, maybe there's more
she hasn't told us yet.
Have any of us been honest
about everything that we know?
No.
You don't say much about yourself.
I'm more of an observer.
Married, children?
No, I'm more of a loner type.
Look, I know I come off as odd.
I know I'm odd, I know this.
Why do you think you're here?
To make amends.
For what?
For not doing what was morally right.
That's cryptic as f*ck.
- What's on the USB?
- Fair point.
Anything?
Why would you care?
Well, I'm still stuck in this hell.
There's nothing different,
nothing I don't recognize.
- How old was he when he died?
- Eight.
- You were there?
- Yes.
Did you look for his body?
What the f*ck kind
of a question is that?
- I don't mean to, I'm just-
- [Cassidy] You're an as*h*le.
I have been.
(Thomas coughing)
(Thomas thumping)
[Holly] Roll him over on his side.
[Miranda] Lift his head up.
(clothes rustling)
It's faint, but it's there.
It's not easy to watch.
This isn't right.
We decided he shouldn't
survive, now we have to watch it.
- I can't.
- You don't get to look away.
None of us do.
Miranda, I need to
know what's on the USB.
Do you wanna keep dying?
- I would rather die
than have that information
in the wrong hands.
Maybe we're the right hands.
Xena-Corp has very
progressive technology
regarding humanoids, what
are we hiding from them?
I don't know how this will help.
Answer the question or keep dying.
- Okay, yes.
- Yes, what?
- It's a de-encryption key.
- For humanoids?
- You're trying to free them?
- From Xena-Corp, yes.
- Are you clinically insane?
- No.
What kind of twisted bullshit is this?
I'll explain if you'll let me.
No, I am done trying to
understand any of this insanity.
Christ, you let us speak.
(Miranda coughing)
(gentle music)
How do you think a company
like Xena-Corp can go so long
poisoning our skies without detection?
When humans with free
will and families at home
witness chemicals
scattered into our clouds
that are k*lling their communities,
what do you think they would do?
They would speak up,
they would fight back.
But not machines, not
devices created to obey.
We created something beautiful.
We found a way to bring a new form
of consciousness into existence.
And Xena-Corp found a way
to corrupt and weaponize it,
to make us all believe
it was to keep us safe.
You're trying to take the
control away from them, fine.
But who does it go to?
- To themselves.
The non-emotive software was installed
to keep the consciousness blocked,
and they also implemented
a hardware contingency.
If some of the software is disabled,
the childlike state would
be easily moldable (coughs).
And I've seen at work.
I created an algorithm that
overrides the contingency.
How's that going to help?
So that they can learn to be human,
so they can make choices
and face consequences for those choices.
They can be as accountable as we are.
Yes, exactly, and I've seen it work.
I've seen love and protection,
loyalty and courage,
even, even pain and heartache.
It's naive to believe
that all of them would
choose to live peacefully.
We created one
consciousness, one source.
They are all connected,
they belong to each other.
That goodness lives in them all.
And as they learn to cope with freedom,
they should face the same
consequences that we do
for causing harm on to others.
But how does that help us here?
There's a cure.
What's the quickest way to
administer to the population?
Humanoid intervention.
How close were you to
synthesizing it previously?
Extremely.
What do you need to complete it?
The source.
Well, great, we're back at square one.
- Cassidy.
- What?
What the?
(gentle music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(mechanism droning)
(stairs creaking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Frank coughing)
(suspenseful music continues)
You are sick.
(fist thumping)
(Owen grunting)
(vehicle droning)
If we're going the wrong
f*cking way, I swear to God,
I'm gonna sh**t you right
in the f*cking face.
[Owen] Turn left here.
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
f*ck!
You left a working
car, what did you expect?
(suspenseful music continues)
(fist thumping)
f*ck, f*cking as*h*le.
Keep going, keep f*cking
going, pretty therapeutic.
(suspenseful music continues)
(vehicle droning)
(phone ringing)
Hey, Beth, everything okay?
[Beth] Yes, don't worry.
Just calling because I was
cross-referencing your case
against Xena-Corp with Owen's files.
Okay, Beth, this isn't
a good time right now.
[Beth] Okay, I'm sorry.
It's just that there are transfer papers
for an unidentified patient,
an eight-year-old boy.
- What, the Walker boy?
- [Beth] I would assume so
since there were no other
patients fitting his description
that were admitted into the recovery ward.
They transferred him to DC
and it's dated two days ago.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
they're f*cking hiding him?
[Beth] She knows where he is, she must.
Yeah, and she knows how hard they worked
to make him disappear, ugh.
(vehicle droning)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
Holy sh*t.
(footsteps rustling)
(lid rustling)
(paper rustling)
What are you doing?
I'm finding the third
party source these cameras
are streaming to.
- Smart.
(keys clacking)
- We're alone?
- [Owen] These are all mine.
Your what?
[Derek] My Exo Virus research.
- I don't get it.
- What's wrong?
It's not being outsourced.
It's not even being recorded.
It has to be here, right?
- What is?
- The antidote,
the cure, whatever, that was the last key.
I don't think any of that's real.
Thomas.
No, let's be honest.
Other than Derek, we're already dead.
It's what we deserve.
No one, no one deserves this.
So many have died this way, but worse.
Slowly and in so much pain for too long.
We can figure this out.
I don't know what else we can do.
No, you have to make this right.
You can't just let the rest
of the world die like this.
- Cassidy.
- You can't make me believe
you have to live, and then check out.
No, it has to be here.
- Cassidy.
- Shut up, Derek, it's here.
- Cassidy, it's you.
- I don't get it.
Connor Julius Walker.
(suspenseful music)
How do you know his name?
I need you to really listen to me.
I knew Connor.
I didn't know he was your brother.
I didn't know they falsified his death
to keep him away from your family.
No, that's ridiculous.
He is a sweet boy,
he is incredible and smart just like you.
- He was a sweet boy.
- I think he's still alive.
No, don't say f*cking
that, don't you dare.
If he's still alive, with those people?
No, no, f*ck, no, what did you do?
How could you have treated a little boy
like a f*cking product!
I really tried!
Cassidy, how are you feeling?
What?
Get off of me.
- You're not coughing.
You're not bleeding.
You have enough energy to
take on everyone in this room.
(ominous music)
It's you, you are the source.
That's why I was given
the transfusion kit.
- You're gonna save us.
- I only have two IV bags.
(ominous music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(door rattling)
(door thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door rattling)
Get out, you f*cking b*tch.
(door thumping)
Move.
(suspenseful music continues)
Go, f*cking bleeding
from your nose like a
little f*cking b*tch.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps thumping)
(electricity whooshing)
[Thomas] What the hell?
[Miranda] There's someone out there.
(suspenseful music continues)
Open the f*cking door!
(electricity whooshing)
(suspenseful music continues)
I got your little f*cking b*tch outside,
but I'll sh**t him right
in the f*cking head.
[Owen] Maybe if you ask politely.
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
What did you just say to me, hmm?
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
You do it, you're a little
f*cking b*tch, do it.
[Owen] I can't without my phone.
And where's the little
f*cking p*ssy's phone, eh?
Where is it?
Don't worry, Greg brought it along.
(suspenseful music continues)
I'm sorry, I'm a little early,
I wasn't expecting company.
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
[Frank] The phone!
- [Owen] Grab my phone?
- Sure.
[Frank] Throw it!
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(phone ringing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(electricity fizzing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(door rattling)
- Where is she?
(footsteps thumping)
- Detective Carlaw?
[Greg] Cassidy?
[Frank] Where the f*ck is she?
Who?
(footsteps thumping)
Greg, can you close the
door please, it's freezing?
(footsteps thumping)
(door thumping)
- You're sick.
- Oh no.
That was just to make
sure they didn't realize.
- You didn't bleed.
- What the f*ck
is going on, Holly?
She's not like us.
They can look like any one of us.
For all I know, every
single f*cking one of you
could be a humanoid.
No, just me.
Now, please let Owen go,
no one's gonna hurt you.
You brought Cassidy here.
Yeah, you know why, you know who she is.
That was a theory, what are
you doing to these people?
It's not a theory anymore.
I'm a g*dd*mn experiment?
No, not at all.
I never meant to deceive you.
Well, I did, it's just not
in the way that you think.
- I get it.
- Are you joking?
Look at them.
You can help us.
That's why there were only two bags.
We are the only ones that need it.
We're all meant to suffer.
(g*n firing)
- Enough!
- Frank,
you're sick, let us help you.
They want you gone.
Of course they do.
I threaten their plans, we all do.
What are you doing?
(Frank coughing)
(gentle music)
In this room is Thomas Xena,
CEO of his father's terrible legacy,
a legacy that he avoided
because he knows his
father is a horrible man.
But Thomas is a fountain of
resources and he's a good man.
(Thomas coughing)
Derek, can you take Thomas and
Miranda into the other room
to begin the transfusion?
I'm not going anywhere.
We still have time, please explain.
(suspenseful music)
Derek Offerman, world
renowned hematologist,
is going to synthesize the cure.
And Miranda Brady, our mother,
is going to set us free
so we can begin to work with
humanity instead of against it.
You are not people.
(suspenseful music continues)
Greg Carlaw, you are the
bravest man that I know.
I know that you'd do anything
in your power to protect us,
to protect me.
- I'm just a blood bag.
- Absolutely not.
You'd knock down any
door to find the truth.
It's in your spirit.
And none of us would be here without Owen.
We are the resistance.
(suspenseful music continues)
You guys actually think
you can take on Xena-Corp?
You f*cking idiots, you have no idea.
I know we can, and now you
have a choice to make, Frank.
Either you do something
about it and you help us,
or you stand with the oppressors.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Frank coughing)
- Holly, no.
- It's okay.
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(g*n firing)
- No!
(g*n firing)
(suspenseful music)
(Miranda coughing)
Cassidy, we need to
withdraw your blood now.
Cassidy, Miranda's the only
one who can help Holly,
but not like this.
Please, please, we need him.
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Cassidy] Move.
- No.
Thomas, please.
I know you hate us and I'm sorry,
but we can change everything,
and it has to be all of us.
(suspenseful music continues)
Ugh.
Oh, detective, please
take this thing off me.
(gentle music)
There she is.
(gentle music continues)
[Cassidy] Okay, don't
make me regret this.
(gentle music continues)
Do something.
(gentle music continues)
I can't.
I'm sorry, I know better now.
Stop it, stop it, we can fix this.
Please don't, I've
never felt more human.
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
(electricity fizzing)
(gentle music continues)
(Greg sobbing)
(gentle music continues)
(gentle music continues)
(electricity fizzing)
(gentle music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(doors rattling)
(door thumping)
(suspenseful music continues)
Miranda, we're outside the city limits.
Can you update the route?
[Miranda] Sure thing, updating now.
Eagle Eye, is the backup on standby?
Got your covered, boss.
Me too, Braveheart.
[Greg] You ready?
I'm not leaving without him.
You're ready.
(suspenseful music continues)
Thomas is ready too,
they'll clear the way for us.
(suspenseful music continues)
Perfect, you know what to do.
(suspenseful music continues)
(doors thumping)
Remember, no civilian
shall be harmed, safety on.
(electricity whooshing)
(suspenseful music continues)
Let's move.
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
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