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- Playtime's over.

Time to come home,
you ugly bastard.

I've been watching bullets
bounce off your fat arse.

I haven't tried one from
point-blank range yet.

What d'you reckon, boys?

- Give him one more.

- You two, forget
what you've seen here,

and get out of here.

- You two.

You two are coming with me.
I've got a few questions for ya.

- What about Popeye?

- He's in the welcoming
arms of his government.

It's over this time.

You can trust me on that.

- That's it?

- We have the house
guest, Dr. Bernard.

- Excellent.

How did you bring
him into the fold?

- Well, he
wore himself out

killing an entire summer camp.

We might've been
able to catch him.

- All right
then. Standard protocol.

Ashes by morning.

- Roger that.

Don't worry about the Sea Hag.

She talks tough, but
she's a teddy bear inside.

- Look, we wanna help.

We wanna see this through.

We wanna make sure he's
locked up for good.

- We will do.

- We've been through a
lot. We just wanna know.

- Sure. Happy to talk.

- We threw them
in a cell, ma'am.

- You should've killed them.

- I thought we was
the friendlies, ma'am.

- And where did you read
that in your contract?

- Hope you had a
safe flight, ma'am.

- I know you all
call me the Sea Hag,

so you can just call
me that to my face,

and drop the "ma'am."

- I've never heard
that one, ma'am.

- I didn't want to
go into the field,

but as long as I have to, we
might as well do some work.

- House guest is awake.

- Oh, wonderful.

Thank you for joining
us again tonight.

I don't think I've had
the chance to let you know

how well I knew your mother.

You see, she worked for
us, and workplace safety

was not of the standard
that it is today.

She may have been
exposed to some chemicals

before you and your
sister Olive were born.

By the way, have you
seen your sister lately?

Because we'd like to
talk to her as well.

You're a very special young man.

Despite the struggles that
you and your sister Olive

experienced in childhood,

your mother was
working on a project.

She was part of a
team to create a race

of superior soldiers
for the war effort,

and her being changed
at a molecular level

was a scientific advancement
at an astronomical scale.

You were the product of that.

The next generation.

- Perhaps don't go on about
his mum so much, Doctor.

I think he's getting
his second wind back.

- Well then, memories
for another day.

We would like you to know

how special you are
to us at present.

Please keep your
attention on the screen.

- Hidden in the
rolling hills of England,

a top-secret division of
His Majesty's government

has unveiled a project
years in the making.

Their crowning achievement,

a special personal
neurostimulant called SPN-X.

A Marvel of British ingenuity,

SPN-X fortifies the
body, sharpens the mind,

and removes the very concept
of fear from the battlefield.

With SPN-X, our boys go
further, fight harder,

and stand taller
than ever before.

The days of trembling in
the trenches are over.

Now the enemy will be
the first one to blink.

Already, BLUTO is preparing
the next wave of warfighters,

faster, braver, and
wholly unshakeable.

Quietly, efficiently,
and without fuss,

Britannia is building
the future of warfare.

So rest easy, Britain.

While bombs may fall
and ration books shrink,

behind the curtain,
science marches on,

hand in hand with courage
towards certain victory.

- That was generation one.

We believe that you
are generation two.

But there is a scientific
frontier beyond,

and we would like
your help with that.

You want to be of service
to your country, don't you?

While you have been
traipsing about,

we have advanced our SPN-X
serum to the next level.

I have brought the
iteration with me,

and it's outside with your
man, waiting to be administered

- And he's grateful
for that, to be sure.

All right, go for
Mendoza. It's showtime.

- We said we'd help. You
don't have to handcuff us.

- Yeah, well, it's
a sensitive area.

I mean, we don't
want you wandering in

somewhere you shouldn't, eh?

- You don't have to do this.

- Can we at least
get something to eat?

- We've only got
spinach.

- Dylan.

- Cassie.

- I saw my friends die.

My girlfriend was

taken somewhere.

I've been on the road
these last few years

just searching for Popeye.

Followed his bloody path
into that summer camp.

And now, to end like this.

- My friends at the summer
camp, they're gone too.

At least the military caught
up with him before he got us.

- Was that supposed
to be a good thing?

- How do you mean?

- Who do you think created that
monster in the first place?

And what about us?

- Okay, settle down.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- This was supposed to
be better than the shite

we pumped him full of before?

We shot him up with
whatever that was before,

and he did not react like that.

- We've reached the
final dosage then.

- And now what?

- We wait.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- Oh, just hang tight, Mendoza.

Well, he just took a
bigger slug of that juice.

He didn't seem to
like it at first,

but I think he's calmed down.

- I saw. Activate your
body camera, Oscar.

- Dr. Bernard, I just
said he's calmed down.

All personnel,
live eyes, please.

Code Black. We
have a Code Black.

All units, we have a Code Black.

- Fascinating.

- Popeye.

- He can't be stopped.

- Fall back, fall back!
Bullets will not stop him!

The body cams.

We were the test subjects.

You knew.

You bitch!

- That's not true, Oscar.

We had to have the
best of the best.

How would we know
if he could fight

against the country's enemies?

- All units, evacuate.
All units, evacuate.

This one's on you, Doc.

- You're sacked, Oscar.

Your men will collect a
severance when this is over.

- What men might
that be, Doctor?

- It's happening again. They
couldn't keep him locked up.

- Fuck!

- It's gone quiet
in the corridor.

I imagine the house
guest has left.

- There's such a
thing as too quiet.

- I will be needing an escort
to the helicopter then.

- Ha!

I was sacked.

- I'll pay you out
of my own pocket.

You have to understand,

this experiment has
been one big disaster,

and although you are
the center of it,

I've given you the
opportunity to leave with me,

before this experiment
is scrubbed.

- Scrubbed from this
earth, you mean.

- With fire.

I've already triggered
the bombers to scramble.

- Well then, you'd better hurry.

It's all coming apart, Doctor.

- I should've burned
him in the womb.

I made you.

No!

No, I made you!

- Quick, here!

I was coming to get
you out of here.

Come on, let's get
the fuck out of here.

- But Popeye.

- Forget about that bastard.

He's somebody
else's problem now.

Run! Run!

- Papa Oscar.

Papa Oscar.

Fuck!

- What was that?

- I don't know exactly,

but they've been shooting
it into somebody,

and I think I know who.

- It might be all
the proof we need.

Come on!

- Okay.

Get in the car.

- Keys?

- Oh fuck!

- Fucking drive!

There's a lot of
campsites around here.

We might be able to find
someone who can help us.

- I'll keep an eye out.

- Oh my god. Stop the car!

Oh my god.

- You've got to stop the attack.

Listen to me.

She called in an airstrike.

Everywhere in a few
kilometers is gonna be ash.

It's the only way
to cover it up.

- Take it easy.

- It's Popeye.

- We know, mate.

Just relax.

We'll get you somewhere safe.

- You've got to
stop the airstrike.

Papa.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- Papa

Oscar.

Papa.

- He had that for a reason.

Does that happen a lot?

- What part?

- Seeing...

Talking to people

at the end.

- Yeah.

- Sounded like he was
talking to his dad.

It makes you wonder.

- Yeah, it does.

Get the case!

Dylan.

Dylan, get the fucking case!

Dylan, he's fucking coming!

Dylan, just get
the fucking case!

Fuck!

Dylan!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Well, come on. It won't be far.

Hurry up. Come on.

- For what we are
about to receive,

may the Lord make
us truly thankful.

Be present at our table, Lord.

During the breaking of our
bread, we remember thee.

- Amen.

- That was beautiful, Lindy.

- Very good, child.

You are learning to
sit at God's feet.

Where is it you hail from, Kat?

- Kitty, Derek.

- Sorry, what?

- It's okay.

- Her name's Kitty.

- Kitty? That ain't a real name.

God gave you a Christian
name for a reason,

and Kitty is not a real one.

- Derek, please.

- That's okay, bubby.

My God-given name is Kathleen.

- Bubby? Where are
you from, Kathleen?

- Kentucky, sir.

- Never heard of it,

but it sounds like a
place forsaken by God.

- Oy, Derek.

- Well, she's an American.

- Yeah, and you...

We have always been
a Tottenham family,

and then you got married
to an Arsenal girl.

I'll take an American over that.

- All right, point taken.
We all have our own ways.

- Shut up, Derek.

- "Arise, oh Lord.

Save me,

oh my God,

for you strike the
cheek of my enemies,

and you break the
teeth of the wicked."

- Cheers, Tina. Here we go.

- And you as well,
bringing another girlfriend

on a family holiday
without even asking.

- Now, now.

- Hmm. I don't even remember
the last one's name.

Now I've got to
remember another name.

- My name's Kitty.

- This has got nothing
to do with you, Kitty.

- Why do you always
have to fight?

- Y'all can call me
whatever you want.

- I think you owe
everyone an apology.

- I owe everyone an
apology? And what about you?

- Now, there's a question
for our panelists.

- Yeah, you stand there
reigning it over us all,

as though God touched you
on the shoulder, Derek.

- As if being touched
by the hand of God

is an horrible thing.

- All right, all right.

I think it's time we
all calm down, yeah?

This isn't good for Lindy.

- You keep Lindy out of it.

And if you stuck
to the same woman

for more than three months,

you might be able to have
your own child to comment on.

- What, and end up with
a treasure like you?

- Grow a backbone, Derek!

- Back home, this is when
the shit hits the fan.

- Right, I'll be
back in a minute.

- Derek.
- What now?

- I saw something out there.

- What? Where?

- I don't know, it's
something like- like fog.

- I don't see anything.

- I saw something out there.

- We're far away from anywhere.

- I saw what I saw.

- And opened another
bottle of wine, I see.

- I'm not drunk, Derek!

- "For do not get drunk with
wine, for that is debauchery,

but be filled with
the Holy Spirit."

- I don't like this.

- It's okay.

- Lindy!

- What is it?

- I- I saw someone.

- Let's go and find
your father. Come on.

- Is she alright?

- There's someone out there.

- It's probably a deer.

- Oh no, it's not a deer.

- I knew this day would come.

The rapture is finally here,

and you all haven't
repented your sins.

- At least the family's
together, bubby.

- "The trumpets will sound,
the dead will be raised,

and the believers
will all be changed!"

- Shut the fuck up, Derek.

- What on earth are you
planning to do with that, Derek?

- Leave it out, Tina.

- Come on. Come on.

Hey! We need help!

Come on.

Sit down, sit down,
sit down, sit down.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Who are ya? What do you want?

- They need help, Derek.

- What is the meaning
of this? You can't come here.

- This man needs help.

- He's got a gun.
- It's all right, Tina.

- Just take what you want,
but leave my family alone.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

We just need a
rest, and a phone.

- What happened to him?

- Have you got any supplies?

A first-aid kit,
bandages, clean sheets?

- Yeah, I think we've got
some bandages somewhere.

- I'll get it.

- Lindy, I don't think
you should see this.

Come on. Let's go
back to your tent.

- But I want help.

- No, your mum's right.
You shouldn't see this.

Get in your tent.
- I can help.

- Go and help Kitty
find the bandages, yeah?

- Have you got any boiled
water? I need clean water.

- I'll go and find a kettle.

- What happened to you?

You look like you've
been in a war.

- It's a long story.

- I don't like this.

You should just tell
it to the police.

- There's no signal
out here, Derek.

It's one of the things
you loved about the place.

All that great family time.

- This isn't right.

Where did you come from?
There's nothing out here.

- Military site.

Black ops. A few
miles from here.

- Hey, hey, hey, take it easy.

We're gonna get you
patched up, okay? Okay?

- I've had enough of this.

- You won't
get anything, mate.

- I know there's a
signal down the lane,

by the ranger tower.

I'm gonna go down there.
- Ranger tower?

No, if there's still
military there,

they won't let you through.

But there's something worse.

- That's absurd.

The military cannot treat the
God-fearing public like this.

- They don't want
word getting out.

- What's going on?
What could be worse?

- Will this do?

- Thanks.

Look, I'll explain
everything in a minute.

- Lord, help me find
peace in this storm.

- Sorry, um...

His mum worked for a
secret government project

to create the perfect soldier.

And when she was there, she
was exposed to something,

and when her kids
were born, they were,

um, mutated, I
guess you could say.

- There's more than one of them?

- A sister, Olive,
out there somewhere.

And their parents were killed,

and he turned into a

twisted man.

Well, that's when he came into
the notice of the military,

and they wanted to
continue their experiment.

- Bollocks!

This story wouldn't even make

a believable Michael Bay movie.

- Yeah, well, it's true.

- Government conspiracies?
Wartime coverups.

The British don't
do things like that.

- You're just gonna
have to trust me.

This area isn't safe.
We need to warn people.

A dying soldier gave me this.

He said they always clean
up after themselves,

that an airstrike
has been called out.

Burn this area to the ground.

- There's no signal. How
are we gonna warn anyone?

- I need a car.

I'm gonna try and get a
signal from the radio tower.

I need to find a way
to call this off.

- Well, you're
not taking my car.

- Did you hear the part
about how they're gonna burn

this area to the ground, mate?

I'll take you.

- Thank you.

Look, we might be able
to stop the airstrike,

but I'd pack up and
get out of here.

- But what about
stopping the monster?

- No one's been able to do that.

- If it's important,
then I wanna help.

- You'll do that such thing.

- Let's just
get you to a signal.

- Let's go.

- We're better off here.

- If we can't get
through there'll be
no trace of this area.

That much I can promise you.

- You two, be careful.

I'll watch over your friend.

- Is everything
you said true then?

The monster escaping
and the airstrike?

- All of it. Can't make
something like this up.

- Are we safe?

- Take a right.

- You sure seem
to know this area.

- I used to be a camp
counselor around here.

- But I've been coming
here for many years,

and I've never
heard of any camp.

- In a few days you will.

- What the hell is that?

I'm gonna get out
and take a look.

It's an anchor!

- Malcolm, get back in the car!

- I'm gonna move it!

- No, just get back in the car!

Malcolm, just leave it!

Malcolm, just get
back in the car!

- Ah, I can't bloody move it.

Malcolm!

- Don't open that.

- You're awake.

I'm Kitty.

- What's happening?

- My boyfriend and your
girlfriend went for help.

- She's not my girlfriend.
We've only just met.

- We don't need to hear
your dating profile.

Do you have another plan?

- I hope you don't
need another plan.

- You okay, sugar?

- I wish I'd been with it
enough to go with her.

- She sure seems like a
tough old stretch of road.

I'm sure she'll be okay.

I've been around
guns all my life.

My pa had a few.

Mostly for hunting.

So guns don't scare me.

In fact,

they fascinate me.

Have you had a lot of
practice firing your gun?

- Listen, I don't know what
you think you're doing,

but this isn't the
time nor place.

- There's something
about bad boys

that makes me wanna
know more o' ya.

Are you a bad boy?

- Look, Kitty,
you're very sweet,

but I need to keep watch, okay?

- Kitty, my brother's out
there trying to save us.

- This ain't very interesting.
I'm going for a cigarette.

- You might
wanna wait on that.

- Oh, nobody's gonna
bother little on me.

Hello?

My daddy's got a gun!

Fuck this family.

- Did you hear that?

- It's that American
slag taking the piss.

- Pack up your things.
I'll go look for her.

- We'll go and get our stuff.

- I'll go pack up the tents.

- Kitty.

Kitty.

Kitty.

- "Hear, Lord. Pay
heed to my cry.

From you let my
vindication come.

You have tried me by fire,
but find no malice in me.

My mouth has not transgressed
as others often do.

I have kept from the
way of the lawless,

so let death take my
enemies by surprise,

and let them go down to
the realm of the dead,

for evil finds
lodging among them."

Amen.

- Derek?

That sounded like your dad.

W- wait there.

Derek!

- Mum!

Mum!

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We need to leave.

I'm gonna get the case,
and then we'll find Cassie.

- Stop!

Stop!

Shit! Shit!

- This is Bravo
Yankee Foxtrot Uniform, over.

- Go ahead.

- We are closing
in to our target.

What's the priority?

- Confirmed.
Destroy it all.

- Wait! Stop!

There are people here!

Stop!

Shit.

Oh, the ranger tower!

- Cassie!

Cassie!

- What are you doing
here? Where is everyone?

And Dylan?

Come on. We have to move.

- God help me.

God help me.

- The ranger tower is this way.

- Let's have a look up here.

Dylan!

Go, go, go, go.

- What was that?

- The bombing.

It's started.

We're running out of time.

Stop the attack!

- What do we do now?

- Uniform Tango Oscar,

we are heading for
next target, over.

- They're coming!

- Stop! There are people here!

- Is this Hotel Quebec?

We need some confirmation, over.

- Hotel Quebec?

- I think he means HQ.

They're using NATO
phonetic alphabet.

- What?

- The military use it for radio

transmissions during wartime.

- How do you know that?

- Girl Scouts.

- He said...

He said Papa Oscar Papa.

I thought he was
just saying goodbye.

- P-O-P.

- Popeye!

Papa Oscar Papa.

- Echo Yankee Echo.

- Echo Yankee Echo.

Papa Oscar Papa
Echo Yankee Echo!

- Roger that,
Hotel Quebec. Disengaging.

- You did it.

- We did it.

- Okay.

- Is it over?

- It will be.