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- John Peterson
for Dr. Lewinsky.

Well is he there?

Yes, it is urgent.

I want to know how
the operation went.

I want to know if she's okay.

Canceled?

I'll have the money
there tomorrow.

And print.

Print data is compiling.

Bio-printing will
begin in 10 minutes.

Can we check the laser
alignment please?

- Kayleigh.

Do you think it'll
work this time?

Or it'll just collapse into a
ball of guts like last time?

- It'll work.

The cell to hydrogel
ratio was wrong last time.

I submitted new
calculations to Peterson

and he took corrective action.

- I've made dozens of
recommendations to Peterson

since we started this thing.

He didn't take any
of them on board.

Must be true what they say.

- What?

- You're Peterson's favorite.

Didn't he pick you
out of your PhD class

before you'd even completed
your dissertation?

- I took a leave of absence
to join the program, but--

- You just have to
flutter your eyelashes

and Peterson comes running.

You're always up in
his control room.

- That's not true, I--

- Kayleigh Ma, can you report
to my control room please?

Not now.

Five minutes and counting.

Close the chamber door, please.

Phew.

- Professor?

- Three quarters
of a million pounds

every time this
laser's switched on.

- Yes.

- Let's hope the print
doesn't fail this time.

- It won't.

The revised ratio
calculations were correct.

I'm sure of it.

- Let's hope so.

- Was there anything
else you wanted to?

- Two minutes and counting.

- Only I'd really like to
see the build take place.

- Well you can see it from here.

Best seat in the
house, and it's safer.

I can lock down every
door in the building

from this terminal
if anything happens.

- I didn't join this project
to play it safe, Professor.

- Kayleigh.

If your calculations are
correct, we are about

to create a creature that
hasn't walked this earth

for millions of years.

It hasn't been born.

It hasn't grown, it
hasn't developed,

it just suddenly is.

We can't possibly know
how it will respond.

- We've discussed this.

It probably won't even
know how to stand up,

how to move, how to eat.

- Never underestimate
the power of instinct.

One minute and counting.

- I'm going back to the hangar.

- Kayleigh.

- Well, here goes nothing.

- It'll work.

- What did Peterson want?

- What?

- Peterson, what did he want?

- I'm not sure.

- Come on, come on.

Hold, hold!

- It should be complete,
but who's going to go in

and take a look?

- Me.

- Amy, be careful!

We don't know--

- Can't you give anyone
else a chance to shine?

She
shouldn't be in there.

- She shouldn't be in there.

Somebody get her
out of there, now!

Close the barrier, now!

Yes?

Dr. Lewinsky, how is she?

What?

Dead?

- Hey, you okay?

Just a dream.

- About the accident?

Jesus, it's been three
months, you've gotta

talk to somebody.

- I can't Jed, I signed a
non-disclosure agreement.

- It doesn't mean you
can't talk to me about it.

- You're the last
person I can talk to.

You're a journalist.

You give away
secrets for a living.

- I just don't get it.

I mean, it was just some
industrial accident.

You quit med school
to take this project,

you're away for months,
I can't visit you,

and then suddenly
something happens

and everybody gets fired.

- I wasn't fired, the
project was shut down.

- Either way,
you're out of work.

You haven't even had
your last paycheck.

I'd be pissed if I were you.

I'll get us some coffee.

At least you didn't get hurt.

- He always made
sure I was safe.

- What's that?

- Nothing.

- Still say you
should sue their ass.

Look, when I was
back in the States

I worked on this story about
this guy who lost an arm

working in a saw mill.

The company didn't even wanna
know until I got his picture

on the front page of
the newspaper, you know,

one arm and all that.

- I don't want to
sue anyone, Jed.

I wasn't hurt.

- I know, I just think
well, let's get down there

and get some shots of
the scene of the accident

and let people
know what happened.

- It's a secure
research facility,

you'd never get inside.

- You could though.

It's obvious you
still have issues with

whatever it was that happened.

You just need to go down
there and talk to the guy.

What was his name?

- Professor Peterson.

- That's right, Peterson.

It was his project, right?

He hand-picked
you for it, right?

And what now it's sorry
we screwed up, goodbye?

- I don't know.

- It's just at least go
and speak to Peterson

and ask him for the
money he owes you.

- I've tried.

The phone number
doesn't work anymore.

- That's why we need
to go down there.

Maybe he's still at
the research center,

and, you know, could get a few
good shots while we're there.

We're going, right?

- No cameras.

- No cameras.

Yes?

- Hi, is that Tom
Delaney at the Herald?

Who is this?

- It's Jed Bailey.

Who?

- You ran that story I wrote
for you about the royal family.

What?

- The Queen Mother was an alien?

Oh,
that Jed Bailey.

Do you know what time it is?

- Nevermind that,
I've got something

you are gonna be interested in.

Look, the
Herald is a serious newspaper.

I'm not printing any
more of your claptrap.

Do you know how many
complaints we got last time?

- Well no publicity is
bad publicity, right?

That's your opinion.

- Anyway, just listen to this.

Disaster strikes at top
secret research facility.

Everyone is forced to sign NDAs
so they can't talk about it,

but I've got an inside source.

What sort
of research facility?

- Nobody knows.

So it
could be nothing.

- So it could be anything!

Look, if
your source is genuine,

then I'll look at
whatever you send me,

but it can't be hearsay.

There's got to be evidence.

- Like what?

Pictures,
Jed, photographs.

If there's anything
mysterious going on there,

we've got to see it.

- Ah, right.

Is that a problem?

- No, it's not a problem.

- I shouldn't have
brought you here.

It was in my contract.

No one visits the center.

- Yeah well I'm here now.

Didn't realize it was so big.

Dr. Peterson?

Dr. Peterson!

- He's a professor.

- Professor, Professor Peterson!

Does that open the door?

- Yeah but I doubt if
the code still works.

- Professor Peterson!

- I told you, they
shut everything down,

sent everyone home.

- Well do you know
where he lives?

- I never saw the professor
leave the building.

He was always here,
always working.

- Well maybe he's still inside.

Is that an intercom?

- I'm so sorry.

I've let you down.

There's nothing left now.

Professor Peterson!

Yes?

- Let me.

Professor, it's me, Kayleigh.

Kayleigh Ma?

What
are you doing here?

- I, we came to see you.

This
is private property,

you have no business here!

Please leave.

- Hey, wait a minute Professor,
we've come a long way

to see you, and you owe
Kayleigh an explanation.

- I owe no one anything.

I operated within the terms
of Kayleigh's contract.

Perhaps she should do
the same, which includes

not bringing uninvited
guests to my research center.

- Let's go.

- What, that's it,
you just wanna leave?

- He's right, we've
no right to be here.

Sorry Professor, I
just wanted to see you.

That's all.

- Why?

- To talk about what happened,
you know, and other things.

I've
opened all the locks.

Come on up.

Take care, we're operating
on emergency backup power

from the generator,
so the lights are out.

- What is it with you
and the professor?

Is there something
I should know?

- Come on.

- Slow down, this
place is like a maze.

How do you even find
your way in here?

12 hours
a day, six days a week

for seven months, remember?

I know this building intimately.

- Do you know the professor
intimately as well?

- Maybe you should wait here.

- What?

No way.

Stop trying to shut me out.

You wouldn't have come this
far if it wasn't for me.

- That's true.

You're pushy, do you know that?

- I'm persistent.

It's a positive
trait in a reporter.

- Just don't mention
that to the professor.

It's good to see you.

- And who is this?

- Jed Bailey sir, I'm--

- He's a friend of mine.

- So, you wanted to talk?

- Well, you know,
after the accident

everything happened so quickly.

We all had to leave.

Contracts terminated,
the project shut down.

- You saying I overreacted?

- No, I--

- Three deaths, Kayleigh!

- What?

- Jed.

- Three deaths?

I thought this was
some kind of accident?

What are you people doing here?

- We were supposed to be
saving lives, not costing them.

But somehow we just seemed to
get sidetracked along the way.

- You did what you had to
to keep the project funded.

- What project?

- You heard of
bio-printing, Mr. Bailey?

- Yeah, it's like 3D
printing for cells,

to make organs and
limbs for transplant,

that kind of thing, yeah?

- Exactly.

- But isn't that technology
way off in the future?

I mean, we can't do that now.

- Bio-printing of blood vessels
was carried out successfully

as far back as 2010.

- Blood vessels?

- If that doesn't impress
you, perhaps this might.

Within this building there
are a number of large

metal security doors.

A couple of years ago
I was doing inventory.

I accidentally set off
the security system.

One of the doors slammed
shut on the fingers

of my left hand.

When they cut me free, two
of my fingers were missing.

- Jesus, you 3D printed
yourself new fingers?

- Yes, that was my
first successful test!

- Blood vessels is one thing,
but you're talking about

skin and muscle and bone.

- The bone we use is actually
ceramic, the same stuff

they use for artificial hips.

We added a special
polymer to help it bond

to the real bone on
a molecular level.

- And we printed layer upon
molecular layer of bio matter,

mixed together with hydrogel
to hold it all into place.

- Bio matter, how does that
become flesh and blood?

- You've heard of stem
cells, Mr. Bailey?

- Stem cells are capable of
developing into any body part.

We just add suitable amino
acids based on a complex

3D scan of whatever
we want to create.

- In this case we merely took
3D scans of my right hand

and mirrored the image.

- But isn't experimenting
with stem cells illegal?

- Mr. Bailey, you ask
a lot of questions.

- It's a habit, I'm
a curious person.

- Perhaps you'd like to
go down to the hangar,

have a look at our
most recent experiment.

- Professor, I don't
think that's a good idea.

- Oh, we've nothing to lose.

Besides, it's been in there
more than three months

behind that shutter.

I can't believe for one
moment it's survived.

- What hasn't survived?

- You wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

- Put this on.

- Is this really necessary?

- It's different
down in the hangar.

It's where we did the
real, practical research.

There are chemicals,
gases, and the power's out

so it'll be dark.

You'd better wear this as well.

- Don't have to treat me
like a child, you know.

I'm used to dangerous places.

I trekked the Inca Trail.

- Wasn't that on
a package holiday?

- That's not the point.

You're an investigative reporter
you go where the story is,

no matter what.

- I wouldn't get your hopes up.

As the professor said, there's
nothing alive down there.

- You okay?

Well,
here goes nothing!

Who's going
to go in and take a look?

Me.

- Kayleigh.

What is it?

- Nothing, just might need
one of these, that's all.

You ready?

- Always.

- Just stay behind
me, step where I step,

and don't touch anything.

- What have you got
in there, King Kong?

- Hello Mr. Andrews.

- What are you
playing at, Peterson?

Why haven't you been
responding to calls?

- We had a successful build.

- What?

When?

- Oh, three months ago.

- Well this is fantastic.

When were you going to tell us?

- Ah, it's not
quite that simple.

- Listen Peterson, this
isn't your personal

pet project anymore.

Blacklake and its
partners in government

have invested millions in this.

Whatever you've
created belongs to us.

- Don't breathe in the
gas, it's sulfur dioxide.

What's that?

Don't!

- It's not for
publication, alright?

I'm just trying
to see something.

- Now, how far have you
progressed with tier two?

- Still at the
theoretical stage.

- What?

Three months after
a successful build

of a full-scale creature and
you have still not progressed

to tier two?

- This thing, Andrews,
it was a disaster.

Three members of
staff were killed.

- Spare me your
excuses, Peterson.

- When you're preparing for war,

collateral damage is inevitable.

- In any case we've
ran out of funds.

I had to shut most
of the systems down,

we've been running on emergency
power, we've no staff.

- For God's sake Peterson.

I should have known
you couldn't handle

a project of this scale.

Look, I'm coming down there.

- No, no, no.

- I want to see all the data
that you have for tier two.

We will discuss your financial
irregularities as well.

- I told you no cameras.

- I'll just be a second.

Just need to--

- Jed!

Jed!

- Gotcha.

- For God's sake.

- Actually I did feel something.

- Would you like a glass
of water, Mr. Bailey?

- I'm fine.

- Thank you, thank you
Kayleigh for dealing with that.

I know they were close
colleagues of yours.

- How can you leave
things like that?

What about those
people's families?

Haven't you notified
the authorities?

- You know I can't.

- Look, I know it was all top
secret, but it's your project.

If anyone can talk
about it, you can.

- Ah, well it's not
strictly my project.

What?

- For christsake, I don't
care whose project it is,

I just want to know what
you have down there!

What have you been
keeping from me?

Fine, I'm out of here,
and I'm calling the cops

to tell them you've got a
body in your goddamn basement.

Jed.

- Alright.

Mr. Bailey, please, sit down.

What we have down there,
is a large therapod.

A bipedal carnivore.

- Actually it's a
facsimile thereof.

- Well a facsimile, yes,
but nonetheless a living,

breathing example of a
creature that has not

walked this earth for more
than 65 million years.

- 65 million years?

Oh come on, you can't mean--

- A dinosaur, yes.

Tyrannosaurus Rex,
to be precise.

- Bullshit.

- It's what we've been
working on all this time.

- I thought it was
medical research.

- Well it was, to begin with.

3D printing of organs,
limbs for transplantations.

We had some initial success
with frogs and larger reptiles,

but before we could move
to the human trials,

a change in the law meant
that stem cell research

was impossible.

- The bio matter used
in the printing process

was cultured from stem
cells from reptile fetuses.

It was essential because
the matter was required

to develop into all kinds
of biological tissue,

and only stem cells can do that.

- So we were left with a
supply of lizard stem cells

and no research
project, not to mention

a great deal of debt.

So the question became not
how to save lives, but--

- How you could
make a ton of money.

- For centuries man has been
fascinated by dinosaurs.

We see them in books,
museums, the cinema.

Who wouldn't want to see a
living, breathing dinosaur?

What an incredible
educational addition

to any zoo or theme park?

- But how is that even possible?

A dinosaur is not
a frog or a finger.

- It wasn't as difficult
as you'd imagine.

- There are plenty of examples
of fossilized T-Rex skeletons

around the world.

We were fortunate enough to
photograph one so extensively

that we could create a 3D
plan for a bone structure.

- We already had a number of
large lizard cross-sections

on file.

We used software to automatically re-map a present-day

alligator's biology onto
a T-Rex bone structure.

- And it worked?

- No, not at first.

- The first printout
collapsed in on itself.

The cell structure
failed to hold.

It was little more than soup.

And the second one.

- The second one
collapsed as well.

But it lived.

For seven minutes.

A misshapen, barely
formed creature,

its flesh and organs
putrefying by the second

as it tried to breathe,
its lungs bubbling

with hydrated gel that
was supposed to hold

the whole thing together.

The sound it made.

- There were a lot of problems,
but we made adjustments,

recalculated, and.

And
now it's down there.

- I want to see it.

- Jed, I don't think that's--

- I want to see it, and
I want to photograph it.

- Mr. Bailey, I'm
sure it's long dead.

- Can't believe you
didn't tell me about this.

I have to write this, I
have to break this story!

- This is not a story!

- Are you kidding me?

This is the biggest
story in the world,

and it's gonna have pictures.

- Jed.

- Kayleigh, wait.

I can lock all the doors
from here on this terminal.

- I'm sorry Professor,
I'll get him to come back.

- Yeah?

- Jed, where are you?

I'm in the chamber.

- Please don't do this.

- Kayleigh, I have to.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

- It's alive?

- We've got to get him out.

Unlock the doors.

- How can it be alive?

It's been three months in
the dark, the cold, no food.

- Professor, please.

- You can't go down
there, it's too dangerous.

- Professor.

- Focus your mind
on the question.

How can it have survived?

- I don't bloody care!

- Focus!

- The dark and cold.

- Yes?

- Three months it's been
in the dark and cold,

you've been on emergency
power, no heat or light

in the chamber.

- Yes?

- We used alligator
biology to fill in blanks

on the creature's
body structure.

Alligators can lie
dormant for entire winters

without feeding.

The dormant state is triggered
by cold temperatures.

- Incredible.

That's it!

- Now let me out of this office.

- Kayleigh.

- You don't care, do you?

People are dying and
you don't bloody care!

- I'm just trying
to protect you.

- Oh yes, you care
about me alright.

- What?

- Isn't it enough
that for seven months

I was laughed at and
called your favorite?

In and out of this
office six times a day

instead of being
at my workstation.

Always kept out of
harm's way whenever

we attempted a printout.

- I didn't--

- Why are you so concerned
with protecting me

when you're quite happy to
risk everyone else's lives?

Whatever your intentions
are, I'm not interested.

I just want you to
unlock the doors

so I can go and help Jed.

Herald Newspapers.

- Hi, Tom, it's Jed Bailey.

Two
calls in one day.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

- It's that story I
was telling you about.

Oh yes, your
secret research center?

- Yeah.

Alright,
what have you got for me?

- I've got good news
and I've got bad news.

What's the bad news?

- You might never see me again.

I said,
what's the bad news?

- It's not what you think.

- I don't wanna hear it.

Unlock the doors.

- You're not gonna believe
what I'm looking at right now.

Go on, I can
hardly wait to hear this.

- They made a dinosaur.

Tom?

Sorry,
it must be a bad line.

I thought you said
they made a dinosaur.

- That is what I said.

A dinosaur
in a research center,

that's even more
ridiculous than the rubbish

you sent me last time.

- I'm looking at the damn
thing right now, listen!

Did you hear that?

I heard something.

- I'm telling you this is
the scoop of the century.

Get me
clear pictures of it

and then we'll talk.

Otherwise you can forget it.

- Kayleigh.

I've never actually told you
why I started this project.

- Shit, sorry, sorry!

Don't like light, huh?

- Who is it?

- Jennifer, my daughter.

- She looks like me.

- I suppose so.

- Where is she?

- She had a congenital
heart defect.

They said she wouldn't
live past her teens,

but she was a
determined young lady.

She was actually halfway
through her medical PhD

when it finally gave out.

She was on a waiting list, but
the waiting list was so long.

Even in the most expensive
private hospital in the country.

- What happened?

- She died.

On the same day as the accident.

Kayleigh, you're so like her.

I'm not physically, your
spirit, your intelligence.

She was headstrong, adventurous.

I couldn't save Jennifer.

We were still years away from
creating a heart in a lab.

And anyway the funding
was running short.

So I had to change the nature
of the project to this.

Eventually, I ran out of time.

We both heard what
happened in the chamber.

We both understand the lethal
power of that creature.

I'm certain he's dead.

- You were certain
the creature was dead.

- It's too dangerous.

- You say Jennifer was
determined, adventurous.

- Yes.

- Would you have
changed her in any way?

- Of course not.

- Then stop trying to change me.

- The doors are unlocked.

- Christ, I gotta
get outta here.

Can't you just leave
me alone, you bastard?

- Jed?

Jed?

- Yeah.

- You're alive!

Can you get out?

- Not really.

This things blocking
my way, and it really

doesn't like it when I move.

- It's based on
alligator biology.

Alligators have a
blind spot when you're

right in front of them,
but if you move to the side

it'll see you straight away.

- So what's the answer?

- Maybe you could try
running between its legs?

- Fuck that.

Peterson?

Peterson, I'm coming down.

- Andrews.

- The chamber is full
of sulfur dioxide,

you can't stay in
there much longer.

You'll permanently
scar your lungs.

- Honey that's the least
of my worries right now.

Listen, I'm sorry.

- For what?

- You know, being an asshole.

It's my fault we came
here, and it's my fault

I'm stuck in this
stupid chamber.

I always wanted to be one of
the great reporters, you know?

This was my chance.

I'm sorry.

- Don't.

Being contrite doesn't suit you.

Why can't you be brave and
stupid like you normally are

and get out of there?

If you don't try something
you'll die anyway

when your lungs stop working.

- Okay.

Give it my best shot.

Smile, you son of a bitch.

- Jed, Jed?

You made it.

Jed?

- Kayleigh, we may
have a problem.

- Peterson.

And who's this?

- My research assistant.

- Good, good.

Well, in there, is it?

- Yes.

- Can we open this
up, take a look?

- I wouldn't recommend it.

- I suppose not.

Sounds as deadly as
we intended, anyway.

- What?

- Oh yes, talk
about shock and awe.

Drop one of these
behind enemy lines

and they'll soon know about it.

- Is that what this is about?

Are we making a weapon?

- Not now.

- You said we were making
this for the world to see,

to show what the
research was capable of.

- Not entirely with the
program, is she Peterson?

What about tier two?

- Tier two?

- Look, I only have
theoretical data.

I haven't tried a printout.

- If that's a weapon,
what the hell is tier two?

- Well, whilst it's clearly
a superbly effective

killing machine, a live
T-Rex does present certain

tactical and logistical
difficulties.

Ideally we want to combine
its brutality, strength,

and fear-inducing
qualities with the skills

and train-ability of
a traditional soldier.

But apparently there hasn't
been much movement in that area.

- Well as you know, there was
a funding shortfall, and--

- You're the only
research scientist I know

who can take a quarter
of a billion pounds

and turn 'round and say
he's run out of funding.

Perhaps we ought to claw
back some of that money

that you channeled into
your daughter's private

medical care.

Yes, we know all about that.

Oh frankly Peterson
we don't give a damn.

We're publicly
funded, after all.

We waste more money
in a single day

than most legitimate
businesses turn over in a year.

But we do expect results.

- I could log in to one
of the work stations.

Show you what I've got.

- Yes.

Watch her.

- My pleasure.

Nice hat.

So you really got a
dinosaur in there?

- Why don't you
see for yourself?

- Yeah, right.

- Too scared?

- Scared?

You see this?

Got that in Afghanistan.

Right before I got
my pilot's license.

That was proper ground fighting.

- Like I said, I only
have theoretical data.

- And you've done
no practical tests?

- Well how could I?

Should have seen the
early builds of the T-Rex.

They were horrific.

And I need a healthy
human volunteer.

Well I couldn't
risk their lives.

Their very humanity.

- There you go again,
worrying about lives.

- Don't get me wrong, I
love flying a chopper.

19 rocket pods, laser-guided
hellfire missiles.

Triple cannon Gatling gun.

Air to air strikers.

Almost took a guy's head
off with my rotor blade.

Well, I set his handles.

Got it right here.

That's nothing on
proper ground fighting.

Seeing those bastards
eye to eye when you're

ripping their guts out.

Their warm blood dripping
down your wrists.

- This program's
complete, right?

- Theoretically.

- So, if I execute the
program, what will happen?

- Well the program will
send the data to the laser

at the other side
of our metal shield.

Course we don't have a
human volunteer to build on.

- What about her?

- No, no, no, no, she's crucial

to the success of the program.

- Really?

Only I got the
impression a moment ago

that she hadn't a clue
what was going on here.

Seemed perfectly
expendable to me.

Wait here.

Stand down, Sergeant.

Get inside the chamber.

- Why?

- You're here to help
us with our research,

that's exactly what
you're going to do.

Get inside the chamber.

- No!

- Where the hell
did he get that?

- I'm not taking orders
from you anymore, Andrews.

I never wanted any of this.

Kayleigh it's true, I swear.

I just needed to
finish my research.

- As far as I'm concerned,
you are finished.

Shoot him.

Get off!

- Oh God.

- Let me out, let me out!

- Don't shoot, Peterson.

You don't want to hit

your precious lab
assistant now, do you?

What's that?

- It means there's
about to be a printout.

- Looks like you're going
to get your prototype

after all, Andrews.

- What about the T-Rex?

- It'll be fine.

The program's designed
to build on human tissue,

pinpoint accurate.

It'll only use a tiny
percentage of the laser's power.

- Is it done?

Then prepare yourselves for
the soldier of the future.

Oh no!

- You alright?

- Yes, yes, I'll print another
collarbone if I have to.

It's gonna destroy the place.

We should get out of here.

- What about the work stations?

All that data?

- I think there's some
research the world

can do without, don't you?

Come on!

- Are you alright?

- I'm okay.

I just remembered I've
got a bad collarbone.

- Excuse me, sorry.

- What was the line?

- Somewhere along the way.

There's some data search
the world's.

How could it survive?

- I don't bloody care.