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Team 7, contact vector room number 140.

All operative technicians report to sector 9 at once.

I repeat: All operative technicians report to sector 9 at once.

Chief engineer Hartmann, please report to the control room at once.

All personnel on duty, please report to the control modules for a trial run.

To all personnel on duty, attention.

Countdown starting.

Trial run starting in 10, 9, 8...

7, 6, 5, 4...

3, 2, 1, 0.

Everything normal, temperature stabilised.

Pressure not exceeding safety limits.

Sector 3, small leak of nitrogenous substances.

Situation under control.

Sector 4, everything appears to be normal.

Sector 2, temperature exceeding normal limits.

Automatic cooling devices are operative.

Situation under control.

Detecting anomalies on the security system.

Send a response team at once.

Production flow normal.

Chemical reaction: Beta positive, gamma lowering.

Everything appears to be normal.

Sector 9: Production temporarily stopped over security measures.

- Checking the... - Everything seems normal...

Run a check on control modules in sector 9.

All normal on check. Everything seems fine, professor.

Run a check on sector 7.

All readings are normal. No overflow.

- Temperature? - Temperature is normal, professor.

Gamma control not responding.

- Outflow? - Normal.

Requesting a response from all operators.

Good. Repeat the test.

No changes in the reading, professor.

Excuse me, professor Barrett.

We'll have a radioactivity report from the antares module in a few minutes.

Good.

Tune in to the antares module.

Response team, move to...

It all seems fine, professor.

- Sector 3. Sector 3. - Continue with the readings...

Engineers report to control rooms 3, 6 and 9.

Sector a, radioactive levels are in the limits.

- Let's be sure nothing is leaking on the terminals. - Okay.

- 3, 6, 9, report to control room. - Anomalies in sector 12.

- The readings show nothing new. - Temperature stabilised. All normal.

- Pressure not exceeding safety limits. - Everything under control.

- All readings are normal. - Temperature exceeding safety limits.

Detecting anomalies on the security system.

Production flow normal.

Chemical reaction: Beta positive, gamma lowering. All normal.

As a chemist, she's a real pain in the neck,

but she's amazing in bed, trust my word.

- With those thighs of hers... - Not even mentioning her breasts.

All readings are normal.

I think all these checks are just a waste of time.

What the hell is going on?

This thing is acting crazy.

There must be some leakage on the terminals.

That's what it looks like.

God, the meter is going like crazy!

Activating the anti-contamination system.

- It's not working! What's going on? - Try with the emergency valve.

Stay back, it might be dangerous.

- Look here, Lawson! - What?

A dead rat, here in the most sterile sector of the building.

That's incredible.

How did it get in here?

Rooks, look out!

Rooks!

Rooks!

Rooks!

Rooks!

Rooks! Rooks!

Rooks!

My god!

- Emergency! Emergency! - No, no...

Incident in the antares module!

Repeat: Incident in the antares module! Emergency!

Follow me!

Incident in the antares module! Emergency!

- Antares isn't answering! - Try again, just try again!

It's useless, professor! The circuits have gone wild!

- No answer. - We're dead if we don't stop that leak!

We're all gonna die!

- Sector 1, answer! - Sector 9, what's happening?

Emergency on "sweet death", emergency on "sweet death."

Team I must protect the antares module at once. This is an order.

All access to it must be guarded.

We have to isolate the module at any cost.

Emergency! Incident in the antares module!

Emergency! I repeat, incident in the antares module!

Put your gas mask on, professor!

Emergency! Emergency!

Incident in the antares module!

Emergency! I repeat, incident in the antares module!

Emergency!

Experimental project "sweet death" must be considered an utter failure.

A sort of degenerative process has begun,

and it might lead to unthinkable consequences for all.

May god forgive us.

Forgive us for what's happening,

and for what will happen in the future.

Emergency! Emergency!

Incident in the antares module! Emergency!

Calling all cars: Converge near the residential zone.

Ongoing terrorist attack against the American consulate.

I repeat, calling all cars: Converge near...

They've been in there for over an hour but they're laying low.

They demand to speak with the mayor and the highest-ranking magistrate in the city.

That's all for now. Over.

Cars 5, 6 and 7, set up roadblocks on entry zones to the area.

Cars 5, 6 and 7, set up roadblocks on entry zones to the area.

To all units: Remove all civilian residents from the area near the consulate.

I repeat, remove all civilian residents from the area near the consulate.

Where are the terrorists? First or second floor?

Keep your head down, fool! You got a death wish?

These guys aren't joking! Take cover!

Who are these guys? Palestinians, Iranians, Iraqis or what?

So far we only know they're good shots.

That's something, I guess.

Alright, guys.

First of all, we're going to split into two groups.

You and Osborne will attack from below.

Vincent and I will try to surprise them from above.

Damn! This is just what we needed right now!

Do we know who these people are, at least?

Who do you think they are?

The usual bunch of terrorists.

Are we allowed to kill them all?

Sure, absolutely.

Be careful they don't blast your nuts off first.

When did you start worrying about our nuts, pops?

Personal interest. We're going on a nice tropical vacation.

Where, exactly?

New Guinea. Happy?

What about the girls there?

Naked and wild.

Now listen, you bastards.

I've decided to waste everybody, but I'm gonna give you one last chance.

I want a TV announcement within ten minutes,

to announce the shutting down of every hope centre in the world.

I want the news officially confirmed by the United Nations.

You've only got ten minutes, so you better move fast!

Out!

Who are those people?

- The special team is moving in. - Stay on them.

Those dirty bastards are about to get the lesson they deserve.

Keep shooting.

The terrorists who are currently holding eight hostages inside the u. S. Consulate...

Have sent their ultimatum to the civil authorities.

Its contents have not been revealed and the authorities are maintaining strict silence.

- What's the situation? - It. London is ready, sir.

- Use the tear gas to give him some cover. - Yes, sir.

Freeze! Drop your gun.

We still haven't received any details concerning the ultimatum.

Speculations have linked it to an ecological message of some sort,

but the terrorists haven't been linked to any known organisation.

Stay tuned for a brief recap of the events.

Yes?

We're now ready to go live to show the police besieging the u. S. Consulate.

Police and special forces have formed an impenetrable barrier around the building.

Marksmen using the most advanced weapons have been placed at strategic points.

Now the terrorists will know they cannot escape the grasp of law enforcement,

and that they'd better give up their brutal threat of a useless carnage.

- We'll kill you all! - Down! Hit the floor!

- Get down! Hurry! - Hit the floor!

You won't get out of here alive!

I swear, you're all gonna die!

Quick! Cover the window!

I'm gonna kill you all!

You're all doomed to die anyway!

You're all selfish! A bunch of selfish pigs!

You know nothing because you refuse to know anything!

We're all doomed to die.

Doomed to die in the most horrible way.

Killed and devoured.

Yes. Devoured.

Devoured by our brothers.

Eagle calling base. Eagle calling base.

We've ended in some huge graveyard for the Papua natives.

Twenty miles east of goroka.

Awaiting further instructions. Over.

Hey, santoro, look at that one.

He looks just like you sitting on the loo.

We can compare. I really feel like taking a leak.

Eagle calling base. Eagle calling base.

The sun is hammering down and I don't like it. I'm gonna be pretty pissed...

If you don't tell us how to get out of this damn valley!

Over.

"Patience is the first virtue of those who have faith."

Mahatma Gandhi, New Delhi, 1946.

"Fuck it." It. Mike London, shit valley, 1980.

Hey, Vincent!

Where are all those wild and naked women you promised me?

What about the one in front of you?

I know, she hasn't got her makeup on, but she's a tiger in bed.

No, thanks.

She's a little too meaty for my tastes.

No, thanks.

Eagle calling base. Eagle calling base.

If you don't give us any coordinates to get out of here, we'll have to do it blindly.

Well, I guess we can say this operation has been perfectly organised.

The airport was deserted, not even a single local guide,

and we had to steal this wreck to move around.

Actually, we didn't steal it. We borrowed it.

You deaf bastards, I'm about to explode down here!

Over.

I wonder how long these folks have been dead.

Could be centuries.

It's the climate of the valley that preserves them so well.

It's a bit like vacuum-sealed coffee.

This will be my final message. Answer if you read me. Over.

Okay! All ready to get behind the wheel!

It's useless. No one's answering my calls.

- Step on it, Osborne. - Sure thing, ready to go!

Be careful. It's still hurting him.

God! Oh god!

This damn wound is still suppurating!

The infection keeps getting worse.

And we didn't bring any medicine with us!

Maybe we could find some water here.

What a brainwave we had, huh?

Dragging a seven-year—old kid into this mess!

Only you could've thought of it!

Who could have predicted we'd have found ourselves in this hell?

Sure! Let's pretend we are a modern couple!

Of course we can't be so old-fashioned to leave our kid...

At some convent school or with a babysitter!

Not bringing the kid along with us would be too cruel!

It doesn't matter that he's being eaten alive by mosquitoes,

or that he's been attacked by some crazy native!

Don't start arguing again, please!

Sure, it's easy for you!

The great Lia Rousseau can't be bothered to listen...

To the pathetic complaints of a worried father!

She's a famous reporter, after all.

An idol for the viewers who can never get enough blood and violence!

Fine. Go screw yourself!

We're going to find some water.

Hey, Lia.

What's up with you?

I want to immortalise you. I haven't given you a single close-up since we arrived.

I need to get some air.

Yes, I understand. Go ahead.

Give me the boy. I'll hold him.

- Mum... mum... - I won't be long, honey.

Father? Father?

Father? Father?

Is something wrong, father?

Some water, at last!

- I could dive right in. - Why don't you?

Well, I prefer to focus on the lovely nymph...

Who's about to quench my ancient, eternal thirst.

Do you really want to film this, too?

You're the star, and this will be your best reportage to date.

My camera is at your service.

Who are they? Why are they walking like that?

I don't understand how many of them there are.

God, Pierre. They look like monsters.

Maybe they're just drunk.

Lepers, maybe. They could be friendly people.

I don't know. I don't think we should trust them.

Everything seems to be fine from here.

- Look there, near that hill. - Could be shacks.

And that other thing looks like a car.

Looks like we found some people, then. Let's go investigate, guys.

Maybe we'll find some tanga-clad lady tourists.

Hey, maybe they won't be even wearing one.

What are we going to do?

They don't have any weapons.

I reckon we can make a run for it.

- Come on, then! - Let's go!

Don't stop, hurry!

What the hell is this place?

It looks like an abandoned mission.

What about those two?

Help! Help us!

- Help us! - What's going on?

- They're chasing us! - Thank god we found you!

Some creeps are chasing us!

They're coming from that way!

- Santoro, Osborne, go take a look. - Surre, let me take my rifle.

Move your butt, you little jerk!

Here we are, no hurries. It's not like there's a war on, right?

Christ...

Look in the car!

Wait! Quiet!

But... who the hell is that?

I'll handle this myself!

Oh, boy! Seven lives like a cat!

Josefle?

Josefle?

Josette, are you here?

Josette!

Josette!

Hold it!

You have to destroy their head.

The woman. Where did she go?

Josette!

Josette!

Lia!

Aim for the head!

It's all over.

Yes. It's all over.

The news received from that remote region have been sketchy.

Some sources described incidents involving cannibalism,

but the local government has denied this.

Antoine is waiting for you in the rvm room. He says it's important.

The red cross will make a thorough investigation of these incidents,

in order to avoid a public outcry.

Lia Rousseau from Papua New Guinea

seems like a whole lot of stuff is happening out there.

She didn't mention the hope centre incident, though.

What happened at the us. Consulate only confirms our suspicions.

And seeing these people, scared out of their wits,

it's just further proof of what's happening down there.

In their last ultimatum, the terrorists demanded...

The dismantling of every hope centre, but the media didn't talk about it.

At this point, we've gone beyond idle speculation.

In those centres, they're working on something close to a genocide.

If Lia can get to the hope centre,

we could be the first to cover what seems to be a major catastrophe.

Yes. And perhaps a catastrophe so great...

We won't even have the chance to report it to anyone.

In order to reach the river...

We'll have to pass through a village about ten miles away from here.

By the way, what are we gonna do with the two French reporters?

We'll leave them at the first settlement we find.

Maybe even that village you mentioned.

Don't worry. They'll make it.

I seemed to understand that she's some hotshot reporter.

Another reason to get rid of them as soon as possible.

Journalist are big snoopers,

and we can't have her taking risks compromising our mission. Understand?

That must be the path leading to the village.

Well, what are we waiting for?

I don't like the sound of those drums.

I wouldn't fancy ending up roasted with an apple in my mouth.

Yeah. It seems like they're excited over something.

I hope you won't shit yourselves over a few savages.

Even a tank division would have a hard time in this jungle.

Every tree could hide a trap.

Every bush could hide a danger.

These people grew up in the jungle.

They're silent, and they're quick.

You seem very knowledgeable about this kind of stuff, lady.

Lia knows the local customs very well.

She lived with a tribe for almost a year.

Quite brave.

Very interesting. What do you suggest we should do?

There's only one thing to do. Only one.

I'll go ahead alone now.

Join me in an hour and don't use your weapons.

What are they up to?

I don't know, but the hour is up and the drums sound different.

Let's go into the village.

The village is infected. They're celebrating many funeral rites.

They believe we're here to help.

Help? Help them to do what?

Nothing. But let's make sure they don't realise it.

Cheers.

- Helll. O

don't you feel well?

I feel great, I'm just a little tipsy.

- Would you do me a favour? - If I can.

Could you stop with all these formal manners?

You military guys all act alike.

When a soldier has to complete a mission, he's got no room for sappiness.

What's happening in this country?

Why is nature suddenly revolting against us?

Unthinkable things like the dead coming back to life and eating human flesh...

The moon, the sky, the water... Everything seems to be contaminated.

And you guys arriving from nowhere for who knows what mission.

You're a journalist with a lot of imagination.

We're on a humanitarian mission under military secrecy. That's all.

Top secret, right?

The world is falling apart...

The tombs are opening their doors...

The dead are devouring the living...

And everything is still under military secrecy.

Maybe the consequences of this disaster have been generated from a military secret.

Something top secret.

Just like those so-called hope centres.

Right?

Quick, get in the car!

Damn you!

Back to the Jeep, hurry!

Let's break through!

Hurry, let's go!

My god...

Those natives can't possibly understand what's going on.

They are all going to die.

They'll let their faith destroy them.

I've got a suggestion for those savages.

A nice bonfire to burn everything down.

They'd rather be devoured than burn their dead.

Too bad for them, then.

What's up with you? Why the long face?

The woman. She asks a lot of questions.

I think she suspects us.

We need to get rid of her as soon as possible.

You dirty son of a bitch!

I can't believe it! This damn engine is gone!

Unload our stuff. We'll use the Land Rover.

- Damn it... - Alright guys, let's get going.

- Give me that bag. - Be careful, it's pretty heavy.

Unload everything. We're only taking what's indispensable.

Wait for me, guys! This stuff weighs a ton!

Hold on. We have something very important here and I am not leaving it.

We have to fit in there, and there won't be enough space with all that baggage!

Come on! Let's do it!

We are not leaving our stuff, whether you like it or not.

Those documents are too important and we're not dumping them in the jungle!

You're starting to get on my nerves, kid. You don't want to see me angry.

You dirty bastard! You son of a bitch!

You had enough or you want me to carry on, kid?

You leave him now or I'll shoot, I swear to god.

You guys don't move an inch.

You think I won't have the guts to shoot you because I'm a woman?

I should warn you that you wouldn't be the first man I've killed.

- That'd be the one who tried to rape me. - Let's be reasonable, huh?

Freeze right there. Don't move, you asshole.

You too! Another move and you can bid goodbye to your general!

And don't get me too worked up, or my finger might slip on the trigger.

Now calm down and listen to me, I don't...

No! You listen, you bunch of pigs!

We let you ride in our vehicle instead of stranding you in the jungle,

and you even want us to dump everything we've worked for!

That's the only thing that'd give this trip any meaning,

or have you forgotten the eyes of that kid when he was eating his father's flesh?

That's something I'll never forget.

Unless this whole thing about the documents isn't a trick,

something to hide your real intentions.

You actually wanted to get rid of us, like we were some excess load slowing you down.

Isn't that right, Mr. Big shot?

Fine. I reckon we're going to do the exact opposite of what you had in mind.

All of you, drop your weapons. Quick!

Do what she says, boys.

Here, London!

Let's take them to the first populated area. Then we'll see.

What a heart of gold.

- Come on, get on your feet. - I'll get up by myself!

I don't need any help.

Don't forget the guns, Osborne.

Hey, ma'am?

It was empty! Bang!

- Calm down, don't scream. It's Vincent. - What now?

Your cigarette is too visible in this darkness.

Okay, commander. I'll put it out right now.

- Here, try this. - What is it?

Chewing tobacco. It's very good once you get into it.

You're right.

I was waiting for a chance to tell you that I don't hold anything against you.

Well, thanks very much.

But then I thought it was no use.

No use in saying that maybe you see us worse than we actually are.

It's the situation we are in that forces us to act like this.

Suppose we'd met in the middle of London,

and fancied each other.

- Perhaps we'd have ended in bed together. - That's your opinion.

I don't think of myself as a Casanova or, worse, a playboy.

But in a normal situation you're the kind of girl I'd really like.

Sure. Another name for your archive.

I knew it. I knew you'd have taken it too seriously.

Now I have to offer you a glass of champagne. You pick the brand.

You stupid idiot! You're supposed to be on guard duty!

I'll end up getting pissed off for real.

Santoro, take the guns, the canteens and come with me.

We're going to look for water near the end of the trail.

You be ready in case anything happens.

J'the boss went out and left his soldiers here... j'

- Hey, London. - What?

I've noticed some tracks on the ground. Blood.

And bits of flesh.

Noticed that myself.

Let's keep our eyes peeled.

It seems quiet here.

No sign of those things.

Christ. Look at that.

God, it's horrible.

How did that guy end up there?

Come on, santoro, let's get out of here. Move it.

Quick, start the car! We gotta get out of here!

- The jungle is full of those things! Move! - What the...

- What's happening? - They're coming! There's a lot of them!

Christ! Just what we needed!

I finally got a chance to film them!

- Where do you think you're going? - Let go of me!

This is too good an opportunity to waste it.

Pierre! Pierre!

Pierre! Don't go!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Pierre! Come back, Pierre!

God, he must have gone out of his mind! He'll get killed if he gets any closer!

We've got to do something!

Come on. Hold still for a nice close-up.

- Osborne, start the car. - I'm not leaving him.

What about them?

- I told you to start the car! - Pierre!

- Pierre! Pierre! - Don't worry.

We've got to get out of here before they attack us!

- Pierre! - Stop it!

Lia!

Shit!

Come on, Vincent, let's try to hit the first ones.

To hell with this rifle!

Who's dumber? The guys with shit all over their faces, or the ones on their knees?

- You talk like that because you're scared. - Who's scared? Me?

Of course! I think you're crapping your pants!

Fine.

Okay. You keep the engine of this wreck running.

I'll be right back.

Enough! You leave my friends alone, got it?

They've got the brain of an animal, and I'm the only one who can deal with them!

Beat it!

Come on. Let's move, quick.

- Let's go, you idiot! - Wait a minute!

Fuck you!

Come on! Get me!

Come and get me!

Come on! Come on, you shitheads!

Come on! Make a move!

Come on, attack me! I'm here just for you!

Come on!

Get a move on! There's plenty of you and I'm all alone!

Come on! Attack me! Don't be scared!

Santoro! What the fuck are you doing? Come here!

An army of assholes!

No soul and no mind! They've really got you!

They stole your brain!

You're just like plants now! Plants with flesh and bones!

You shitheads!

Santoro, use your damn brain! Come back here!

Hey, you shithead.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You'd like to eat me, wouldn't you?

He's gone crazy. He's talking to those things.

Yeah, sure. Which bit would you prefer?

Drumstick or wing?

Wing it is. Very good, my friend... Take your bit!

In a few days, this area will become a trail for tanks.

They're gonna need so many of those to clean up the country.

To hell with tanks. They need bombs.

A big neutron bomb. One big boom and we start over with a clean sheet.

I'd rather listen to the radio than keep hearing your bullshit.

The gas cloud has expanded. There's no hope left.

Three provinces. The situation is falling apart everywhere else.

Communication breakdown has been going on for days,

thus not allowing an accurate appraisal of these dramatic events.

Several well-known European scientists have minimized the situation.

America and Russia have been accusing each other on the issue of...

Some experiments where biological weapons have apparently been used.

The security council of the united nations has met for a special session,

at the request of the UN. Secretary-general.

The meeting failed to produce any specific strategy to follow right now

- solve everything yourself, then! - You're not thinking clearly!

- That's enough! - You're not thinking, I said!

We have to burn the bodies!

Please, there's another serious matter to discuss!

Our fellow countrymen are fleeing through the nation.

Crowds of bewildered people, scared and angered by what's happening!

We need to do something for them!

You have destroyed my people.

You have slaughtered them!

You have made them a crowd of human larvae, a crowd of primitive creatures.

A pack of hyenas and thirsty beasts! A bunch of horrible monsters!

A bullet to the head is the only way to stop them.

Let's hear what the chief of police has to say.

As far as the wandering crowds are concerned, with the help of the army...

We've devised a plan to cut off the regions north of Port Moresby.

I will say again that our most serious issue is the need to burn the bodies.

Any person who dies has to be burned within two hours of death,

before they can turn into the monsters we all met.

In order to do this, we need police intervention.

Well-armed squads equipped with flamethrowers,

ready to take the bodies from the families trying to hide them.

Now that you ordered the apocalypse, now that you ordered the end of it all,

nothing and no one could revert things back!

I understand how you feel, but well-informed sources told us...

That the situation is under the control of the UN. Peacekeeping forces.

The country is returning to normal.

Of course, it will take some time to make the wandering population...

Return to their now non-infected villages.

Enough with these lies!

You... you all know what my people are really running from.

They're running from their children, their mothers and their brothers,

who all turned into bloodthirsty creatures that devour human flesh!

And they don't have the strength to defend themselves!

Brother will eat brother and so on.

We're falling deep into a bottomless pit,

until every inch of this earth will be dry, putrid and soaked with blood!

- It's getting late, goodbye. - Goodbye, your excellency.

- Down you go! - Damn!

Blast it! I don't like these pranks!

Come on, let's check that house.

- Here, you take this. - Thanks very much.

Can you smell the stench in the air?

- Osborne. - Huh?

- Take a look in the cellar. - Yes, on it.

We'd better split up in order to take a better look of the place.

I'll go upstairs.

Vincent, santoro, you take the rest.

Whoa.

It looks like some bigshot lived here.

Hey!

I'm leading, okay?

If only there was something to eat in this shithole.

That came from the cellar! Let's go!

Wait here, Lia.

God! No!

My god...

Damn you!

You damn butchers!

They're eating him like a bunch of damn pigs!

My god! My god!

Lia! Lia!

You damn bastards!

Off! Back off, you filthy beasts!

Leave her alone! Damn you, back off!

They keep comin'!

Die! Die!

Die! Die! Die! Die!

Bastards! You bastards!

Close your eyes, Lia!

There's too many of them!

- I'm running out of ammo! - Shoot! Keep shooting!

Let's get out of here!

They're all over the place!

Quick, we gotta get out of here!

Pierre, the door!

Christ! This is harassment!

Here they come!

Do something! I can't hold this door forever!

- Vincent! - You're here!

Hurry!

- Catch! - Do something!

Keep your cool, guys.

Old santoro will handle this.

I'll take care of these pigs.

I can't hold it anymore!

Move! Outta the way!

Move!

Come on, you dumb vegetables! Come and get it!

Come on!

Well? You're not hungry?

Come and get it!

Come on, you rotten piles of flesh!

You rotten bastards!

You guys get the fuck out of here!

Come on, you bunch of hungry idiots!

What's wrong? Lost your appetite?

What, am I not a good enough meal for you?

Come on, people!

What are you waiting for? Come on!

Everybody in the car, quick!

Who wants a piece of me?

Disappointed? You got this one wrong, suckers!

I'll see you in hell, people!

Santoro can't do it on his own.

Last time, he did.

What's he doing?

Vincent, get his guns. Quick.

- Santoro, get away from them! Hurry! - Scram! Go away!

Go back to hell!

Time to leave, guys!

- Start it! Here they come! - I dunno what the fuck is wrong with it!

- Vincent, the window! - You damn beasts!

- Do something! - Hurry!

- Hurry, London! - Do something!

- What the fuck are you doing, Mike? - They'll kill us all!

The damn engine conked out!

For god's sake, London! Start the car!

- There's the river. - Yeah.

It means one thing.

This fucking trip is almost over.

Once we get down there, we'll find a boat.

Then, completing our mission will be a piece of cake.

What about the French reporters?

We'll take them with us.

Leaving them here would be like a death sentence.

We're soldiers, not murderers.

Look down there, it's full of those damn things!

Come on. Let's get moving.

Let's get going, people. Get the dinghy motor and some necessities.

From now on, it's every man for himself.

- Do you know about navigation, santoro? - I was thirteen my first time sailing!

- I knew you were a sea dog! - Stop chatting.

- Come on! - Push it!

Let's do it!

We got visitors, guys.

Try to get us now, assholes!

Wait a minute, Mike. What's your plan?

I don't have one.

First of all, let's see if the coast is clear.

One thing's for sure: If we're gonna get inside, we'd better stick together.

Let's go.

That way.

The elevator to the upper levels is supposed to be around here.

Good. I'll go take a look.

You come with me, frenchie.

This is where it all started, right?

Quiet!

Okay. Go!

- Here it is. Go tell the others. - Yeah.

- That way. - Come on, Lia.

Who's there?

- What's wrong? - I heard some funny noises in the back there.

Stand back! Back!

Pierre!

Why? Why?!

You rotten things!

Die, you son of a bitch!

Monsters! That's what you are!

You're the devil's spawn, and I'll send you back to hell!

I'm gonna kill you all!

You won't get me! You won't...

Santoro! Santoro!

Hurry, we need to find another way!

Let's get away from here! Come on! Move!

Keep your eyes peeled.

- Vincent, help! - You motherfucker!

Die! Die!

L... let's go...

We have to keep going...

Get me up.

Let go of me! Wait here.

Experimental project "sweet death" must be considered an utter failure.

A sort of degenerative process has begun,

and it might lead to unthinkable consequences for all.

May god forgive us.

Forgive us for what's happening,

and for what will happen in the future.

The cloud is spreading everywh...

What is it?

All these advanced machinery.

A futuristic factory,

built on a remote island, away from the rest of the world.

Just like this place.

Now I can put together all the pieces of the puzzle.

What are you talking about?

They're called hope. Chemical research centres for the good of mankind.

To help third world countries, they said.

Instead, they invented a system to permanently end...

The biggest issue faced by all the industrialised countries.

The overpopulation of the world.

Dispose of the weak, the helpless and the most numerous...

In the most horrible way.

By making them devour each other.

Professor, there's been a lot of talk lately on some unexplained events...

Taking place all around the world. Could you tell us some more?

I can't tell you much, as our inquiry has just started.

Earlier today, at the university morgue,

we were about to examine a corpse whose limbs had been amputated.

A few minutes out of the cold chamber, he opened his eyes.

He was dead. Yet, he opened his eyes and started to move.

He wasn't dead, then?

- From the pathological point of v... - Crazy talk.

That's pure science fiction. Come on, let's go.

- The dead coming back to life? Bullcrap! - They're all nutters.

A sort of deep coma...

Come on, let's go.

Are we gonna do it or not?

- What's the rush? - Come on...

I want you.

- Let's go home. - Mine or yours?

- Well? - Don't insist. Our own places.

- Great, you ruined everything. - I give up now, you won't marry me.

- Could you give me a light? - No.

Whatever. I'll ask that old guy over there.

- He's probably nicer than you. - Leave him alone. He's just some old man.

Can't you see he's asleep?

- Wait, I'll give you a light. - Too late, you missed your chance.

Sir? Sir?