All language subtitles for The.Rizen.2017.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

* Tell me why

* Though I try to forget

* Tell me why

* Why I think of you yet

* I know I'll never be free

* What has happened to me

* Tell me why

* When we danced until three

* Tell me why

* Why my heart couldn't see

* I never dreamed of romance

* Never gave it a chance

* When I think of how
you looked that day *

* In your gown
of silk and lace *

- Before we do all that.

Sir, do you understand the
gravity of what's happening?

- [Man] Bet there were
no kitchen duties.

- What is your name?

- [Man] I understand that
the schedule has moved.

We can not slow it down anymore
than we can speed it up.

- She's not a machine.

They suspect to see nothing.

- Do they think nothing?

I've done all I can.

(ominous music)

(grunting)

(clicking)

(screeching)

(growling)

(rock thudding)

(breathing heavily)

(metal scraping)

(distant gunfire)

- Give me the phone.

We need reinforcements.

What?

Damn it.

Damn it.

Soldier!

(clicking)

(distorted talking)

(growls)

(tense music)

(thudding)

(grunting)

- Where am I?

And who are you?

- We are in a tunnel
and my name is Frances.

Now, would you please
lower your voice?

- Young lady, I can
see we are in a tunnel.

- I'm sorry, could you
just try to be a bit...

- Where is the tunnel we are in?

- Shh.

Can't you hear that?

- What?

- I was sure I heard
something moving.

(metal clanging)

(gasps)

What?

- Nothing.

- I was attacked by
another one of these things

further along the tunnel.

It was taking me somewhere
just like this one with you.

- I see.

- Can you remember anything
about how you got here?

What your name is?

What you do?

Or.

- (gasps) Richard Bowman,

division of scientists
from Project Insecretus.

- Good.

Hello, Professor Richard Bowman.

I'm Frances Day and I'm a cook.

Now, I have no idea how I got
here or where these things...

- Men.

Men smoke, things do not.

- Where these men
were taking us.

Do you remember anything?

- I can't remember a
damn thing before this.

Wait, running.

(screaming)

(gunfire in distance)

- Yes.

And a corridor,
flashing lights, and...

- Yes.

People running along
a corridor and a door.

A large steel door.

- No large door.

What about a song?

- A song?

No, I don't remember a song
just a set of great big doors.

- It was very faint.

- There was something.

Blood, there was blood
all over the floor

and a man sitting against
the bottom of the door.

He's a friend, a good man.

I need to help him.

He can't move.

- No.

- [Richard] He won't move.

He just keeps.

- Well?

What is it?

What does it say?

- I can't read it.

It's mostly sketches
and symbols.

I mean, I recognize
some of the equations.

- Glad you can make
something of that.

It's all Greek to me.

- Latin, actually.

- What happened to
the man by the door?

- We said the words.

We fed it.

You can't close it now.

(gasping)

(gun fires)

- I don't exactly recall.

What do you think
you're doing there?

- I want to know what
this man looks like.

I want to see who
we're fighting.

- Hmm, a secreted resin.

I wonder how it,
he, sees at all?

- I'm not sure they can see.

- Easy does it.

(cloth splats)

I wasn't disapproving
of your enthusiasm.

- Could you help?

(both gasping)

Oh, my goodness.

- Dear Lord.

- It may have been a man.

What do you think it could be?

- [Richard] Absolutely no idea.

- And what about his teeth?

- Yes, there certainly
are too many teeth.

(growl echoes)

(both gasp)

What?

What happened?

- It breathed.

- Well, it can be very normal
for a body to expel gases

up to around 36
hours after death.

- Very normal?

- Oh, most certainly.

Frances, you're not going
to pump it again, are you?

The path to getting
out is very confusing.

Mostly gibberish.

- Put the book away, Professor.

Come on.

- Wait.

What if there's something,
one of those things, up ahead?

We should have a
plan of some kind.

- Have you brought a rock?

- Yes.

- Good.

That's your plan.

Not very scientific.

- But, it's all we have,
so make the best of it.

If you have to hit anything,
open your blasted eyes.

And try not to hit me.

- Understood.

Must be a problem with the
connection to this section.

Would make sense for the
power to be isolated in each.

- There's something
past the dark.

Do you see that?

- Not really.

What is it?

- Shh.

Quiet.

You don't see that?

- See what?

(tense music)

(distorted talking)

- Who is this?

(growling)

She was listening
to me as I talked.

(knob rattling)

- We should move.

- Yes, of course.

- New markings.

I wonder what these
were carrying.

- Frances, what
happened back there?

- I saw a door.

A cell door.

- Incredible.

- But, I couldn't move.

(concrete scraping)

- Come, Frances.

- Smashing.

- Frances, do you hear that?

(concrete scraping)

(mumbling)

- Careful, Professor.

- See seems familiar.

(mumbling)

Um, hello?

- If you wait here we can
find a way around to help you.

- Yes, that's right.

We shall split up that way we...

- No.

We stay together.

- Rises, rises, rises,
rises, rises, rises.

- [Richard] Hello?

(clicking)

- They changed you.

(growling)

(screeching)

(tense music)

(grunting)

- Frances, we need that pencil.

(metal clangs)

- That crowbar is mine.

- What's it worth?

- You can have this rock.

- Where did you get that?

Do you know where I got this?

What it means?

- Yes, and I'll tell
you for the crowbar.

- (chuckles) Nice try.

- No, I'm sorry.

I don't know what these
mean or where we got them,

but we should both
work our way around

and then we can find a
way out of these tunnels.

- I can't save you.

- I know.

- Have you run into
anything, anyone else?

- Not a soul.

Why?

- Well, that's good.

Listen to me.

I can't take you with me.

It's more important than I've...

I'll send help, but
you need to stay here.

Do you understand?

On this spot.

- Oh, yes.

- And make noise, so that
when I send people to help

they can find you.

- We should make noise?

- Yeah, yeah.

Talking won't do, though.

You'll need to make a
great deal of noise.

- I see.

- So that when the help
comes, they can find you.

You'll both be safe.

- Stop it.

This is ridiculous.

Together we will be...

- Killed.

I cannot help you.

It's safer alone.

Separate.

Trust me.

(metal thuds)

(screeching)

(metal clanging)

Stay here and make noise.

- Wait.

A song.

Do you remember a song?

- A song?

Yes.

I remember.

(growling)

- Damn.

(distant screeching)

(tense music)

Professor.

Professor, this is not
the time for a rest.

- This.

This is starting to make sense.

At least, a great part
of the mathematics are.

- Very good.

Could we walk and do maths?

- I just completed an equation

which seems to be for
predicting planetary alignments.

Where a planet's going to be

and when it's going to be there.

- You were present a moment ago

for that terrifying
screech, yes?

- This set of equations,
the maths in here,

are about predicting where
a small point of a planet

will be and when.

That small point
in place and time

is where we are right now.

Roughly.

- So, the maths tells
you where we are?

- Yes, relatively speaking.

- Where?

- Here's longitude.

Latitude here.

This is depth.

Well, hopefully feet.

Time is on the next page.

- And you know all this
from the equations here?

- Yes, of course.

There's a drawing
of it all over here.

See?

Oh, it's really very good.

Here's the planet and this,
clearly, is the trajectory.

- Professor.

- No, it's really very good
considering the lack of space.

- Professor, how
does this help us?

- Yes, well.

I believe the reason this
tunnel system is so unsystematic

rests with it being built to
find this very specific point

underground at this
very specific time.

- Very good.

So, the maths tells
us we're underground?

- Yes, and they were
digging for something.

- What were they digging for?

- I don't know yet.

I'm sorry.

- I don't suppose this maths
could draw us a map, could it?

- No, but there's no
reason why we shouldn't

construct our own. (chuckles)

- Handy, if we don't die
before you finish it.

- What's that?

- Nothing, professor.

Could we move whist
you construct the map?

- One moment.

I feel most fortunate to have
met you down here, Frances.

Heaven knows what
would've happened to me.

Frances?

Frances?

Don't you remember?

You must fall.

- Remember.

(distorted talking)

There will be only one chance.

You must fall.

- I beg your pardon?

- Frances, are you
quite all right?

You look as if you might fall.

- No, I will not fall.

- Very good.

As I was saying, some of
the translations in here

are about uncovering
a thinning wall.

Does that mean anything to you?

- No, sorry.

Professor, could we move?

I don't want to stay
here any longer.

- Of course.

Yes, of course.

It's most disconcerting.

- I understand how
you feel, professor.

Right now that book is
our best intelligence,

present company not
withstanding, of course.

Shouldn't the maths hint at
a way out of these tunnels?

Please, do explain it to me.

- [Richard] Agreed.

You pummel things, I
will handle navigation.

(tense music)

(clicking)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(fist thuds)

- It's just an exercise.

- I think they've run
out of kitchen duties.

No rules out here, princess.

(gun thuds)

- Frances!

(growling)

(fist thuds)

- Study on, Tallulah.

A finally just needs 40 winks.

- What?

(fists thudding)

(liquid squishing)

(metal clanging)

(breathing heavily)

- He called me Tallulah.

- At least he's not dead.

(clicking)

(sighs)

(growling)

(tense music)

(metal scrapes)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

Hit the wall.

Banging noise.

They're blind.

- Hey, hey.

Hey.

(growling)

Ha.

Oh.

(metal clanging)

(grunts)

(yells)

(screeching)

(growling)

(heart beating)

- Help.

- [Man] You must
give everything.

You cannot fail.

It means everything.

(screeches)

- Ha.

No.

- The professor is with me.

(liquid squishing)

(metal clanging)

- Thank you.

- How are you doing, Professor?

- A little bruised
around the shoulders,

but my head is still hurting
which is a blessing, I suppose.

- That's good then.

- I'm starting to feel good.

Strange, really.

I would've thought my
appetite would of...

- Briggs?

Private Briggs?

- Not if you don't
buy me a drink first.

- I was trying to find the key

to your cuffs.

- Take it easy, love.

I was only joking.

- How do you feel?

- Do you have any cigarettes?

- Sorry, no.

- You did that?

- Yes.

- You don't have any
cigarettes, do ya?

- Sorry, no.

- Right.

Have you got anything
apart from that crowbar?

- We've a rock.

- Yeah, we might need something

a little bit bigger than that.

No offense, pal.

- None taken.

And we've a lighter.

- Just no cigarettes.

- Why would we need
something bigger?

What have you seen?

- Stranger things than that.

(guns firing)

(yelling)

- Private Briggs, you will
commence firing, Private!

- Sir, I will not
shoot women, sir!

- You will follow orders and
fire or face the consequences!

- Sir, no, sir!

- You will fire your
weapon, Private,

and contain this tunnel!

- It will take more
than a court-martial

to make me shoot
unarmed civilians, sir!

- You will fire your
weapon, soldier,

or I will shoot you myself.

(gun thuds)

(clicking)

(screeching)

(growling)

- So, it was some kind
of containment procedure.

Can you remember
how many levels?

Would there have been...

Was there a quarantine zone?

- I'm sorry, they
told us nothing.

Maybe one group ahead
of us and one behind.

We just got back off
a 12 hour patrol.

- [Frances] And where
were you patrolling?

- Kent.

We're in Kent.

I remember that.

- Yes, right.

So, you two don't remember
anything about this facility?

- We're having real trouble
recalling anything about this.

Take my word, they've been
extremely compartmentalized.

I seem to remember Kent
being very pleasant.

- Yes, green, pretty.

- [Man] Can you tell
me why you're here?

- No.

I'm sorry, I can't remember.

- That's perfectly normal.

For all of this
it's very normal.

Just a few more
questions, all right?

- Do you remember
anything about this place?

- Oh, I would've thought the
professor here would know.

We were just supposed
to be keeping people out

'cause there's no sense
in keeping people in.

The usual agreements, I suppose.

A chemical experiment,
new weapons.

That sort of thing.

- From what I can tell, it's
more likely the research is,

was, an alternative
power source.

- I told Stevenson.

- Gentlemen.

- I don't think we should
rule it out completely.

Just from what I could tell.

- Shh.

Can either of you hear that?

- [Richard] I'm sorry, no.

- I don't think so.

No, sorry.

- Was it the music again?

- [Frances] No,
it's something else.

- [Briggs] We could try
and find our way around.

- There is no other way around.

- So, what should we do?

- Now, get that
lighter out, Professor.

Why don't we have
any cigarettes?

- [Richard] That's what
you most want to find

is your cigarettes?

- I'm gasping.

- [Frances] Best place
to look for any weapons

is going to be on any bodies.

- [Richard] At least
that is practical.

Do you know how bad
cigarettes are for you?

(breathing heavily)

- You all right, love?

- Her name is Frances.

- All right.

- Can't you hear that?

- We need to get
her into the light.

- It must be closed.

- [Man] It must be closed.

Remember.

* Tell me why

* Though I try to forget

* Tell me why

* Why I think of you yet

(distorted talking)

- You have to understand
that the schedule has moved.

We cannot slow it down any
more than we can speed it up.

- She's not a machine
and neither am I.

This is not some switch
you can simply...

- There's no off switch
for what is about to come.

They are fully aware.

- Yes, I realize that.

- She'll either be ready or not.

There is no other path to take.

- I know what's at stake here.

- Do you?

Do you?

Up her dosages in her sessions.

Whatever is needed
to be prepared.

- She could die.

- And if we need her
and she is not ready,

she will not be the only one.

You know what's at stake.

She knew what was at stake.

- No, she didn't.

- Maybe not completely, but
who amongst us fully did?

- That's true enough.

- And she volunteered
just like the rest of us.

And if she could
tell you now why,

she would probably thank you.

- Perhaps.

- No, certainly.

Up her dosages in her sessions.

I know you can.

You see it?

- What?

How did it get in there?

They suspect.

- Do nothing.

Think nothing.

Ah, we were expecting you.

- Your schedule has
moved as has mine.

Who is this?

- Ah, I see you've found
one of Julius' patients.

May I introduce to
you Dr. Julius Hicks.

- Number 36 here is part
of an ongoing experiment

that primarily focuses on
behavioral modification.

- She was listening to you both

as you talked outside this room.

As she does now.

- Well, I don't want to sound
rude, but with this drip,

I doubt that she understands
a word that we're saying.

- I'm glad you're here, sir.

We'd like to discuss
the change in schedule

and the dangers involved.

- The wheels turn, gentlemen.

And so, we must all
adhere to the schedule

no matter what the dangers.

We waste time here.

- We are scientists,
not mechanics.

And no amount of inspections,
or strong-arm tactics,

can make us speed up this
delicate, and important, work.

- As men of science, you're
folly is to always place

your own work in
such high regard.

Giddy with self importance,
you scuttle out of the shadows

of your ancestors
wondering how did they

ever survive this
long without me.

And yet, when faced with
the real world needs

of your scientific work,
you quibble and forget.

Yes, Doctor.

The real world races towards us

and the changing schedule
is not an idle threat.

You see, it hungers for results

that only we can provide.

And do not mistake the
presence of this fine officer.

You see, Julius,

they're here to protect you

from me.

- Ah, the inspection of it.

I think you'll be very
pleased to report, sir,

how far we've come on
such a tight deadline.

- 36, we have work to do.

You must remember.

It can only happen if you fall.

You will be the only
one to remember.

Remember, it must be closed.

You must fall.

(electricity zapping)

Remember, it must be closed.

Frances.

- Frances?

- What are we gonna do?

- She came around in
the light last time.

- This happened before?

- Yes.

- Should I give her a?

- What?

Oh, no.

I think that would
be a bad idea.

- All right, so we're
just gonna wait here then?

Frances?

(tense music)

(scuffling)

(grunting)

Boo, Frances.

Frances?

Not a hard one.

Just a.

(grunts)

(dramatic music)

(punches thudding)

(fist thuds)

(groans)

I'm glad you've got
the crowbar, Professor.

- [Richard] Are you all right?

- You must not stop.

(punches thudding)

(grunting)

You will not be stopped.

(grunting)

(gun cocks)

- Stop there.

Stand down.

- Can you hear me?

- Bloody hell, she
can throw a punch.

- Frances, are you all right?

Can you stand...

- Stand down.

Do you hear me?

I said stand down.

- You stand down.

- Are you mad, woman?

These are live rounds.

Now, stand down!

- Shoot me!

(electricity zapping)

- It must be closed.

You must give everything.

You cannot fail in this.

It means everything.

You are the only one.

You must fall.

- I said!

- I said shoot me!

You'll have to
kill me to stop me!

And there aren't enough
of you to do that.

I don't think I'm a cook.

- As long as you are all right.

- You don't hit like a cook.

- Been hit by many cooks?

- I have, actually.

- Thank you.

Have you found anything useful?

Any bodies?

- We haven't
started looking yet.

We were more worried about.

- Professor, what
do you make of this?

- Well, I'd have preferred
a pack of cigarettes.

- Or a gun.

- Is that blood?

- Let's hope it's just blood.

- Has a certain second
coming charm about it.

- I can't say why, but I really
don't like the look of this.

I know it's only a drawing.

- Oh, I can say why.

It's horrible, that's why.

- Do not do that.

I knew I recognized it.

Achtung means.

- Yeah, I understand
that, Professor.

Sorry, I meant thank
you, Professor.

- Why is it in German?

- Perhaps, the original
notes were taken in German.

There are lots of different
languages in here.

- I agree.

We shouldn't touch it.

- I second it.

I've seen some
things, but not this.

- We should move on.

Correct?

- Briggs, check that jacket.

It might have a key.

- What is that smell?

- Well, don't look at me, pal.

- It's the bowels
from this half.

- You're certainly not like
any cook I've ever met.

Oh, here you are.

I think I found some of
those bowels over here.

- And I found a knife

and army biscuits.

(gagging)

They're still sealed.

- Unlike this poor
bugger's bowels.

- I think it might
have been two people.

- There's nothing here,
but guts and shit.

Excuse my French.

Cheers.

- Shall we save
you one, Professor?

(gagging)

Is this far enough?

- Yes, thank you.

This will be fine.

- Let's stay quiet here a minute

and then we'll get moving again.

- I'm gonna buy a pack
of cigarettes, pal.

Kill that keen sense of
smell of yours stone dead.

- Thank you.

(breathing heavily)

- I don't fancy
our chances here.

- I'm watching out, love.

Don't worry about
things like that.

I'll keep you safe.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

- I meant picking the handcuffs.

- Yeah, I knew that.

And I meant I won't let
anything happen to you

whilst you're picking
these handcuffs.

- Oh.

- Yep.

So, you can't remember any?

- Nothing.

- Well, you're
gonna be all right.

You do know that, don't you?

- They did something
to me, Briggs.

They've changed me.

- Who did?

What did they do?

- Now I can't seem
to turn it off.

I've got this
feeling, this ticking,

that I've forgotten to do
something so important.

- Look, so you've
forgotten who you are.

So, you're not a cook.

It's not permanent.

It's not forever.

- It's not that.

(banging echoing)

We have to go.

Did you hear that?

- What, the bang?

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard the bang.

- I don't know what that is.

Listen.

Running.

Lots of them running.

- So, you didn't see anything.

- God, no.

They're still a ways away.

- How many of them?

- [Frances] I'm not sure.

Too many.

- [Richard] No doubt.

- We need an equalizer.

- An equalizer?

- Gun.

- Right now I'd settle
for anything bigger

than this crowbar.

(clicking)

(growling)

- That's the lieutenant
who handcuffed me.

What are they doing to him?

- Making another one of
those rune-type markings

we saw at the last barricade.

- At least we know what
they draw them with.

- Right.

There's only two of them.

- And three of us.

- You liking them
odds, Professor?

- For a change, yes.

- He's probably still
got a key on him.

- I can get the key.

- No, no, Professor.

I'm gonna get the key.

What I need you to do.

(growling)

- What we need is less
running and more planning.

(grunting)

I've got it.

- Get his arms.

- I've been on top of it.

I've got his arms.

(growling)

- Get the arms.

- He won't open his arms, man.

- At the elbows.

Pull them down at the elbows.

(liquid squishing)

- Aha!

- Lift his head up.

- You lift his head up.

(clicking)

(grunting)

(crowbar thuds)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(clicking)

- You wanted it.

(grunting)

- No, no.

Go help Briggs.

- Oh, of course.

(punches thudding)

(gasping)

(clicking)

(rock thuds)

Sorry.

(liquid squishing)

(clears throat)

- Gentlemen.

I think you've
got that one beat.

(distant yelling)

- Should we?

- Yeah.

(tense music)

- [Man] No!

(gun fires)

(clicking)

(growling)

(gun fires)

(screeches)

- Five rounds left.

- If it was fully loaded.

What is that thing?

- Something new.

This is incredible.

There's a real hierarchy here.

It's such a structure.

Intelligence.

- It's eating his face.

- Not anymore.

(growling)

- It's turning people
into more of them.

- I want that gun, Private.

- Could be done.

- You should see this.

It's a kind of ritual.

- We have to do something now.

- Agreed.

We don't want to face
two of those things.

- Wait.

What?

- We go on three.

I want you two on either
side of the tunnel

to distract these
blind bastards.

But, clear the line of
fire once I have that gun.

Understood?

- Understood.

At least there's
a plan this time.

- Me and the
professor are ready.

- One.

(suspenseful music)

(growling)

Two.

Three.

(growling)

(gun firing)

(yelling)

- [Briggs] Do him.

Shoot his leg.

Do it!

(clicking)

Shoot it.

- Back, back.

(grunting)

Keep moving.

(gun fires)

(screeching)

(tense music)

(screeching)

(Richard yelling)

You'll be up and about
doing all sorts of maths

on that in no time.

You mark my words.

- Oh, dear.

I have the strangest feeling.

I can remember.

Madeline.

Adam.

(ominous music)

(gun fires)
(grunts)

- I think we need
to move him now.

- It makes you do
things, makes you forget.

Scrambles how you think.

As if what's...

- Easy, pal.

Come on, now.

Come on.

- Yes, yes.

The further away we are,

that's if they don't
find us, for now,

the more we will remember.

But, that's just the start.

If it comes all the way through
there'll be no stopping it.

(distant growling)

- So, time to move.

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

- We have done...

I have done terrible
things, Briggs.

Terrible things.

- Yep.

You and me both, pal.

- We're very near
the way out now.

I remember.

Oh, god.

Promise me.

If I don't make it out, you'll
find them and tell them.

- I'll promise if
you don't shut up

and get a bloody move on,
I'll bite the other leg.

How does that sound?

- It's the next right,
then straight on,

then the first left.

Second, the second left.

* Tell me why

* I keep fooling my heart

- Where were you born?

- England.

- Where exactly in England?

- In England.

- No time to rest, love.

- Thank you, Briggs.

Here, take this, please.

- Why do I want that?

- Because I can't make
it to the top in time.

So, I'll stay here and
slow down what chases us.

You need to make sure
these notes are seen.

- Professor.

- No.

No, Frances, please.

This information,
the proof of what they,

what we did here,
must be seen.

- You shut your mouth right
now because I will carry you

to the top of these fucking,
pardon my French, stairs

whether you want to go or not.

Is that clear, Professor?

- You couldn't carry
me up those in time.

I will slow us all down.

This is the only thing to do.

- It doesn't have
to happen like this.

Between us, we could
both take your weight.

- Can you?

Can we make all those
flights in time?

- Okay.

Yeah, all right.

You want to talk
sense with your son?

Frances, you leave that revolver
with me and you get going.

And you, too.

Right now.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- You two are the only
ones who can make sense

of all of this to
anyone outside of here.

It's nice if anyone ever
listened to me anyway.

- You think they'll
pay much more attention

to someone like me?

- Think about your
child and your wife.

You got Browning read.

You'll be useful after
all this is over.

Those are better
odds than mine, pal.

- This is...

- Professor, get a move on, eh?

So she doesn't have to carry
you the whole sodden way.

(grunting)

- Two.

- Yeah, ran that
out, didn't they?

- Briggs, there's
still a chance we...

- Wrong.

We get halfway up and then
get dragged back down again.

No, thank you.

They all died.

All died.

If I kiss you now, you know
I will never let you go,

but you have to go.

(exhales)

Bloody murder a
cigarette right now.

(grunting)

- Oh.

- I've got you.

- Thank you.

(grunting)

I need just a second.

- Professor?

- It wasn't our fault.

It wasn't our fault.

We were given
classified material

collected from all
over the world.

Some of it thousands
of years old.

(distorted talking)

- And as men and
women of science,

the discoveries you make here
shall write you into history.

Saviors.

Masterminds.

Your genius will change
the world forever.

So, now it is the time to focus.

Now it is the time
to do great work.

- [Richard] At first we were
just collecting information

and relaying our findings.

Much of it appeared
to be rubbish.

Magic, the occult, demons,
fire and brimstone nonsense.

Then, we started to see
patterns in the material

that couldn't be possible.

Equations,
experiments, questions.

They were thousands of
years ahead of their time.

Some even now.

And hidden amongst it all
we uncovered instructions.

- If any of them start
looking in the wrong place,

kill them.

- Of course.

And the families?

Many have offspring.

- Eliminate the bloodlines.

Everyone.

- [Richard] We were
arrogant, entitled.

And following those instructions

we ripped a hole in thin air.

We discovered a source of
power impossible, infinite.

It wasn't just a
source of power.

We couldn't tell,

but something was making us
do these things and forget.

- [Frances] What
did they forget?

Forget what, professor?

- We ripped a hole
open to God knows where

with science,

but we kept it open with blood.

We're being steered,
be made to do things.

I think the man whose
notebook this is, was,

Professor Browning.

Somehow he used the note
taking to distance himself.

To observe.

Kept himself separate to try
to stop what was happening.

- We need to get moving.

- Wait, listen to me.

Remember, I said there
were instructions?

- Yes, let's go.

(grunts)

- There were also instructions
to stop what we have done.

Frances, there is a fail safe.

(growling)

(gun fires)

- He's got two rounds.

- That was only one.

He only fired once, correct?

- Not far now.

(gun clicks)

(gasping)

- Frances, this is it.

That's the way out.

- [Man] And there is no way out.

No way of stopping it.

- Frances?

- Unless you fall.

Only willing blood can close it.

You must remember what
you are trained for.

You must bleed for
your country, for us.

Only you can close what
unwilling blood has opened.

You must fall.

Wait.

No, no.

It's still open.

Wait.

We're not finished.

She's not ready.

Can you tell me why you're here?

- Test?

I'm not exactly sure
what for though, sir.

- We've run out of time.

You must remember your training.

- This is the test?

- Yes.

- I would very
much like to pass.

- You're doing very well.

We're almost finished.

Shall we?

- Yes.

- What is your name?

Only you can stop this now.

It must be closed.

You must fall.

It's the only way.

(distant gunfire)

I've done all I can.

- What is my name?

(alarm buzzing)

(people shouting)

(mumbling)

(gun firing)

(gun fires)

- [Man] Frances.

Frances.

Frances.

- My name isn't Frances.

- No.

- I can't come with
you, Professor.

- We can just go straight
through that door.

- Do you know why Briggs
only fired the once?

- No.

- [Frances] He's
saving the last bullet

and he's not saving
it for himself.

- [Richard] How
can you know this?

(grunting)

- [Frances] I just know.

- I hope you
fucking choke on me.

(humming)

* Send her victorious

* Happy and glorious

* Long to reign over us

* God save the Queen

(gun fires)

- I can't take you any further.

I have something
I'm meant to do.

- You mean programmed to do.

(grunting)

- [Briggs] Let go of me!

No, no.

(Briggs yelling)

(fist thuds)

(screeching)

(growling)

(clicking)

(metal clanks)

(screeching)

(liquid squishing)

(music over PA)

(growling)

- I need your help.

- Why didn't you get
the hell out of here.

- No, love.

It's okay.

I can stop the music.

- What?

Never mind the music.

We have to leave.

- You have to leave.

I'm supposed to be here.

It's all right.

There's a door just
around that corner.

I need you to guard it.

I just hear the music.

Just the music, love.

Alone I must fall.

I need your help, Private.

I need you to stand
guard at that door.

We both have jobs to do.

(liquid sloshing)

Don't look back.

Right now, just go.

Now.

(growling)

(tense music)

(liquid sloshing)

(growling)

- At ease, Captain.

- Sir.

- I'd like to congratulate you.

This program has a
very strict criteria.

And your scores across
every preliminary test

have been outstanding.

- Thank you, sir.

- We just have a few
more pieces of paperwork

to push through that
require your signature.

But, before we do all that,

I want to make certain
you understand the gravity

of what's happening here.

The importance of the program
you've been selected for.

- Remember, number 36.

The instructions, your
instructions, are very specific.

The fail safe must be willing.

The fail safe must bleed.

The fail safe must fall.

Only this can close what

unwilling blood has opened.

Captain Wheeler,

are you willing to sacrifice
everything for your country?

(growling)

- I must.

- No, no, no, no.

You're all right, love.

- It's not closed.

Leave me.

- Sorry, love.

It's not my style.

- Sacrifice.

Must fall.

(Briggs yelling)

(growling)

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

(growling)

- [Richard] I need help!

(growling)

- [Man] At the top of there.

Cuff him.

- [Soldier] Sir!

Yes, sir!

- No.

No, wait.

It's coming.

(ominous music)