All language subtitles for Adrenalin_Fear_the_Rush _(DVDrip)

Here in 2007,
18 years after the fall of Communism...

the promise of Eastern Europe
is a faded dream.

Constant violence and civil strife
have torn the countries apart...

plunging them into a hellish existence.

The very fabric of civilised society
has come apart...

as government mismanagement, pollution,
and widespread crime...

have caused a total economic
and moral collapse.

ADRENALIN:
Fear The Rush

The failure of governments
has caused ethnic conflicts to erupt.

These internal struggles continue to destroy
what little there is...

of their nations' infrastructure.

Entire towns have been blown off
the face of the earth.

The conflicts have escalated to the point...

where now thousands die
in the fighting each week.

Cold, ruthless evil
seems to have invaded every soul...

as each side is intent
on annihilating the other.

Anarchy is destroying what little is ieft.

No electricity, no power.

Each city has been turned into
a world of ruins and decay.

With such a total breakdown
of government control...

food shortages have appeared everywhere.

Starvatlon and disease grow rampant.

Mass panic has caused riots
to rage out of control.

Neighbour has turned against neighbour
as they struggle to survive.

It was a death sentence for these inmates...

who were later locked away in
cpecial government contamination centres...

after their efforts failed.

Many escaped, insane and violent,
into society...

causing an unprecedented wave
of mass killings.

No one saw it coming.
We were all looking out for big things:

a nuclear accident, another Chernobyl.

As the Russian republics split apart,
no one knew who was responsible for what.

While they were trying to figure it out,
something leaked, something small.

It rolled through Eastern Europe,
moving west like a giant wave of death.

They called it virulent microphage.

Stay focused. Any sign of the inmate?

No, nothing.

-Anyone see anything outside?
- It's clear out here.

One of the patients is pointing.
Something is up ahead.

I can see the inmate area.

I see one of our guys down.

- Did you get that?
- Cut out for a second.

I said, I see one of our guys down.
He's dead.

There is no sign of the killer.

An officer got slashed.

The killer is armed with a knife.

- You guys see anything yet?
- Nothing.

I'm going into the inmate ward.

Shit!

We got a lot of bodies here.

They're everywhere.

All slashed, all stabbed.

The son of a bitch cut everyone up.

Doctors, nurses, patients...

Looks like he got out of his cuffs.

The doctor must have freed the bastard
to treat him.

I think we got something here.

What do you have?

-By the stairs!
-By the stairs!

We see him. Ground unit in pursuit.

- Run!
- We're on our way.

Boston
2007 A.D.

When the United States saw the potential
for the disease on its home shores...

it put the recent immigrants
into quarantine camps.

My husband, Martin,
was one of those immigrants.

So we interned wlth the rest of the masses.

It was only supposed to be
for a few months...

but by the time Martin was killed,
our baby was a young boy...

and the camp had become a city.

Give us back our rights!

Stop them!

Get back! Out of the way!

Shoot on sight. You understand?
Trust yourselves.

There were two worlds:
the sick and the healthy.

No one wants in, and no one gets out.

Hey, man.
Take it down the alley, would you?

Don't you got no fucking manners?

Hey, man!

You better check it out.

Shit.

Help!

- How much time is there?
- A little over six hours.

Then what?

Our subject becomes a blood bomb,
and everything he touches turns to shit.

And if that virus goes hot...

everyone he touches will piss blood
and shit out their guts.

So what do you say we just do our job?

- Sir, we've got a location. E sector.
- Let's move.

No one gets in, and no one gets out.

Unless you have a passport.

And they're almost impossible to get.

There are only two ways to get them.

One way is to go into
a government service...

try to stay clean and healthy
and earn your way out.

The other is the black market.

But unlawful possession
is punishable by death.

Mummy, I don't feel good.

- I know, honey.
- My bones hurt, Mummy.

I know, but Mummy's got
a special surprise for you.

It's going to take you to a special place
and make you feel strong.

Will Daddy be there?

No, honey.

Are you going to come with me?

No. It's special, just for you.

Come home now, Mummy.

Soon, baby. As soon as I can, okay?

As soon as I finish here, I'll be righ home.

Now, you get some sleep. I'll see you soon.

- I love you.
- Bye.

You are at bat, rookie.

Captain Rennard's office, ASAP.

- I didn't do anything!
- Book her. Come on.

'DISTINGUISHED SERVICE'

Delon.

Come here, Delon.

He wasn't human. He was a monster!

- You got to kill him!
- Okay.

Calm down. Just try and calm down.

You believe me! You believe me, don't you?

You got to get him.
But you better bring in a fucking army.

Thank you.

So I want you two to go out there
and bring me the perps.

- Is that clear?
- Clear.

Now would be a good time.

Spacemen and monsters.
You got your ray gun, rookie?

Would somebody get this piece of shit
out of my office? Thank you.

- There it is.
- Video went down.

- Turn right.
- Confirm.

- Here?
- Turn right at the corner.

I just don't get it.

How do they expect us to do our jobs?

They don't support us.
They don't give us shit to work with.

Not even give us any food.

How do they expect us to live?

Let's just do our job, all right?

Is this the right place? I don't see any cops.

- This is it.
- I don't hear any screaming.

- What's that?
- Screaming.

The dispatcher heard a cop screaming
before his radio went dead.

That's right. Thanks.

Movement, there on the second floor.

Let's go.

- What are you doing?
- Here?

Grab this. If anything happens,
call for backup, okay?

Okay.

Okay?

Now go.

Don't be a hero, rookie.

Over here.

Volker?

Shit!

Mayday. Officer down. Need assistance.

Mayday. Come on, answer me,
you motherfucker.

State your position and condition.

Metro Unit 1216.
Officer Volker is dead, the others, too.

Is your position secure?

How the fuck should I know?
Just get me some backup here.

Can you maintain your current position?

I'm down to my last clip.
I have 12 rounds left.

- Get me some backup.
- How many suspects?

One.

The other officers are down inside.
You can have their weapons.

Stand by.

Stand by for what?
Give me some fucking backup here!

We'll do the best we can, but we've got riots
all over the damn place.

All available units are tied up.

There's also a problem
in the State Hospital. There was a--

Hello?

Come in.

Hello? Shit. Hello?

Radio's dead.

Come on. The officer is a rookie.
Three months on duty.

D-Unit, take the call.

This is Unit 7. We'll do it.
What's a little more OT?

What do you think? It's quiet, huh?

A little too quiet.

Weird shit happens in this sector.
I don't like this part of the city.

You don't have to like it.
You just gotta do it.

Nothing's moving.

Let's move in.

Go.

Hold it!

Sit down. Okay.

Situation?

The bastard's inside. He's gonna come out.

Who's coming out? The suspect?

- It's a fucking monster.
- Calm down.

You fucking calm down.
You weren't just in there.

Is he armed?

I don't know.

My partner's up there.

The other unit. Their weapons are in there.

- Did you get him?
- Who?

- You used a clip. Did you get him?
- I don't know.

He's fast. Sneaky.

Is your partner still alive?

- No.
- What about the others?

- Have you heard them?
- They're all dead.

- The thing tore them up.
- Tore them up?

- He cut off my partner's fucking head.
- We're going in.

- Fuck this.
- Suspect's still inside. We are going in.

- I'm not going in there.
- Yes, you are. That's an order.

Fuck you.
They owe me three weeks back pay.

- I'm not dying for--
- One of us is in there!

- You are going in.
- So what? He's dead.

He's had his fucking head torn off.

I feel sorry for the poor bastard...

but me going in
isn't going make him feel better.

I'll go in there with you. He's my partner.

You sure?

Let's so.

Upstairs there's a room. He's inside.

You two stay down here.

- I've got a bad feeling about this.
- Shut up.

I'm scared enough
without your fucking insecurities.

He's gone!

He can't be! He didn't get by me.

Don't you fucking move!

Look out!

- You're okay?
- Yeah.

Check Wocek. She got hit.

Down the stairs.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Down there.

Call for backup!

Faster!

Piece of shit! Gome on, let's go.

- Go.
- Cuzo, God, that hurts.

He's in the vent!

Lose him?

Fuck this! Let's secure this area
and send someone back for assistance.

- This guy could kill someone else.
- Kill? Eat someone else.

Did you see what the son of a bitch did?
He eats people.

- I know fucking food is scarce--
- How are we set for torches?

Mine's dead. Any extra batteries?

- I know this place.
- We'll use one torch at a time.

You think anybody gives a shit
if we catch this guy?

Why do we have to be heroes?

This leads to an old prison.
There are dungeons below us.

Yeah, the good old days, huh?

There's only one way in.

If he goes into the prison,
we have him trapped.

- Don't we have him trapped now?
- No, the vent leads to the prison complex.

Either he goes into the prison or
he comes out the other side of this building.

How do you want to play it?

How are we going to do this?
The guy is gone.

You and I go in the vent.

You two go around
and block the other way out.

Maybe we can trap him between us. Go.

I can't believe you're making us do this.

Take your vest off.

Take it off. Come on!

Fake passport.
You can get into a lot of trouble for those.

It's the only way out of here.
There's no hope.

All the good people are leaving.

- That's why there's no hope.
- What?

Let's go. Get your torch.

I've got one team down,
another team missing.

I had a man sitting in that chair
just this morning...

screaming about monsters and spacemen.

And now I look up
and I see a real live Army Colonel...

and a goon from some agency...

wondering about what's going on
in Sector E.

Look, Captain.

I appreciate your feelings.
I'm sure we both do.

The man we're looking for is infected
with a new virulent form of malaria.

Extremely violent tendencies...

Does ripping off your head
fall into the category of violent tendencies?

Captain, we're going to need
to work together on this one.

Now, I need you to tell your men
not to touch the suspect.

The disease is spread by bodily fluids.
Are you following me so far?

Gentlemen, he's all yours.

I will find their positions
and you can have him.

Thanks for your help.

Malaria? Do you really think
he believes that?

- I don't care what he believes.
- We need more men on this.

Why are we cutting out the cops?

In two hours,
our carrier becomes contagious.

Tomorrow 5000 people are either dead
or psychotic.

I don't even want to think
about the next day.

We put information like that
out on the cop network...

we got our boys in blue
packing up their wives and kiddies...

and hauling ass out of here,
starting a bona fide panic.

We don't want that.

We're going to work on this one ourselves.
No cops, right?

Right?

- This way.
- This country is getting so weird.

It had to be cannibalism, right?

That shit's been happening more
with all the shortages.

It's getting fucking desperate
for some people.

The entrance to the prison
must be down here.

The government has got to get more food.
People are starving and going crazy.

Are you serious? This guy is a maniac.

- He did not kill them for food.
- The fucker had the shit in his mouth.

You saw the bodies. He cut off the head.

- He did not eat that.
- Maybe he was saving it for dessert.

You think this guy is a fucking gourmet?

- Why do you think he did it?
- Because he's a sick fuck, that is why.

Perfect! We're going after some sick fuck
who's probably got a gun.

We'll blow the bastard away,
then we'll be done.

So shut up, all right?

If they got more food out,
shit like this wouldn't be happening.

People need to eat.

And they got to pay our back salarlies
if they want us to go after the sick fucks.

You will do your job and you will do it right.

I am not getting killed
because some asshole didn't back me up.

- Do you get my meaning?
- Relax, will you?

I'm on your side.

Fuck me.

This tunnel looks clear.

Nice touch.

What is it?

Nothing.

There ie a piece of metal here.

Use your torch.

Got it.

And tell me if you see anything.

- Whaf?
- I wasn't talking to you.

We got a junction coming up, so be ready.

We got a junction coming up!

I can't tell which way he went, so be ready!

How did he do that?
He went in three different directions.

I don't know.

Take this one.

Call out if you find anything.
Don't take any chances.

I need you to do it.

I don't think he's down there,
but we have to check it out.

All right.

What the hell was that?

Come on.

God! Motherfucker!

Stay there!

- He's got a gun.
- Are you okay?

Flashlight.

Quiet.

Down in there.

You okay?

Couldn't be better.

- I'm coming down.
- No, stay there.

He might double back
and trap both of us down here.

Close call.

Really.

Flashlight.

Hold this.

- What is it?
- We've reached the prison.

Flashlight.

Okay.

Climb on down, slowly.

Keep your feet on the back wall
and you'll be okay.

- That's it.
- Yeah, I got it.

Don't shoot!

You guys.

- Did you see him?
- Who?

Who do you think?
He must have gone by you.

We didn't see anyone.

We heard the shot
and got here maybe 10, 15 seconds later.

Then we heard you in the vent.
We thought you were the suspect.

He must have gone by you.

- Did he get you?
- Yeah.

One sure thing,
that son of a bitch has got a gun.

No shit.

No one got by us.

Fuck. The other door.

That means he's in there!

- Motherfucker is in jail!
- There is no other way out.

We have him trapped.

- What do you mean?
- This was once a prison.

- It's too easy.
- Man.

What is your problem?

My problem is
we got to confirm his capture.

He's right.

Do I have your support in this?

We have to be sure.

It's our job, isn't it?

Stand back!

Don't fucking do this!

Flashlight.

- He's over there!
- Get up.

Delon, get out of there!

Get down.

Motherfucker!

You're going to go in
and get that son of a bitch!

He can't get out. We've got him trapped.

- We know that.
- You have to make sure!

Are you insane? Nobody's going in there.

No fucking way. We've done enough here.

Look at your fucking knee! Look!

He doesn't know where he is.

He knows exactly where he is! Exactly!

Son of a bitch.

There can't be another way out.

Come on! You keep on saying that
there is no other way out!

How do you know? How?

Somebody's got to go get some help!

All right?

- Okay.
- All right.

Maybe he should call for help.

Yeah. I could go for help.

Good fucking idea, rookie.

- Your ammo.
- What?

Leave it here.

- It's all right.
- Calm down.

Relax. You're spooked.

Get your fucking shit together.

Who's there?

Wocek, is that you?

Fuck!

Come on, son-of-a-bltch piece of shit!

Fuck.

Shit!

Help!

Help! He's here!

What did he say?

Cuzo?

He screamed.

Maybe he tripped or something.

Maybe there's another way out
and the fucking maniac got him.

Shut up. There is no other way out.

You're going to have to go after him.

See if he's okay.

- You can do it.
- Cover me.

Cover me!

You son of a bitch. Answer me!

Help!

Don't let him lock us in!

- Fuck. Shit!
- The vent.

The vent!

You've got to find a way to keep it open.

Shit!

How long before he goes off?

Sir, we have a witness
who may have seen where the carrier went.

- Is that the lady, soldier?
- Yes, sir.

Which way did you see him go, ma'am?

She's German, sir. No English.

Get me someone
who can speak to this woman.

- What do we do? He got out!
- He could not.

- Yes. he did!
- Calm down.

Stop telling me to calm down!
We're fucked here, all right?

We will be if you don't calm down.
So shut the fuck up!

- How is she?
- Bad.

- What do you want me to do?
- Find a way out.

If we stay here, we'll die.
No one's going to find us.

That whiny bastard went to get help.

The killer got him. You heard the scream.

- Maybe he got away.
- We can't risk it.

- You got to find a way out.
- How?

- Where do I look?
- Over there.

If he got out, so can you.

How does he know so much?

I was asking myself
exactly the same question.

He knows about police procedure.

He knows about the prison. Maybe he was...

- a cop or a guard--
- Or a fucking prisoner.

You think that's why
he's doing this to us? Revenge?

He planned this whole things?

Maybe not at first, but now.

Lie down.

Lie down. Come on.

You son of a bitch!

Fuck.

Shoot the motherfucker! Shoot!

Are you okay?

We need you to be okay.

Keep it together.

Come on.

Go for help, through the cell block.

- I don't want to die.
- You won't die. We won't die.

Hang in there.

Go for help. Go.

Shit!

Fuck.

Leave them alone, you son of a bitch!

It's all right, Officer. We're here to help you.

- Where is your team?
- Who the hell are you?

Where's the carrier? Is he alive?

Contamination suits?

- What have you done to us?
- Listen to me.

We've got 40 minutes to get in
before that guy goes hot.

We've got to find your team.
Do you understand that?

Officer, are you all right? Look at me.

We're losing time.
We've got to go back in. Can you do this?

Team A, let's move.

Go!

If he's not contagious,
why are you guys wearing those suits?

Protocol.

What is if?

Spread out. The carrier's in the area.

Be ready.

He's close, people.

Look out!

Officer.

You're it.

You got to get this guy
while there's still time.

Listen...

if he lives, everyone else dies.
Do you understand me?

If I don't come back...

you make sure that gets to my son
and he gets somewhere safe.

You hear me?

I hear you, Officer.

- Officer Delon.
- Delon.

Shit.

Shit.

Fuck.

Son of a bitch! No!

Cuzo.

Please.

Don't kill me.

I want to live.

Please.

Oh, shit!

Son of a bitch!

Leave her alone!

Come on!

Don't.

No, don't!

Please!

Don't!

No!

Kick!

Brace your feet against the pipe.

Give your hands some slack.

I better get my fucking back pay for this.

What took you so long?

I got the son of a bitch.

He's dead.

I can't see him. Where is he?

He's right... there.

Get those flamethrowers in here, now!

Out of the way! Coming through.

Officer Delon.

Easy.

- That'll do, Corpsman. Go on, beat it.
- Yes, sir.

You know the penalty for this.

Sergeant!

Take this woman, get her son...

and escort them across the border.

Come with me, ma'am.

The End