Code Red

1

The Second World War

was in its decisive phase.

The Battle of Stalingrad

was crucial.

The Germans had barricaded

themselves in

all over the city.

If they had taken Stalingrad,

they would have taken control

the Russian oil fields,

and Stalin would have

lost his advantage.

So he put his sick genius mind

into action

into winning the battle

at all costs.

Over 2 million people died

during that battle.

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[yelling in German]

[screaming]

[indistinct]

[machine gun fire]

[yells]

[screaming]

[whimpering]

[man humming]

[continues humming]

- [gunfire]

- [screams]

[flicks lighter]

We have no account as to how

this man Hans survived.

This is his diary.

I got it from a friend of mine

I grew up with in Scotland,

who's now with MI6.

The last entry is August 1944.

Couple of days later,

he allegedly killed himself

in a German psych ward.

- How is your German?

- Serviceable.

Okay, so why do we give a sh*t

about some lunatic's journal?

This is not some search

for the boogeyman, soldier.

This is about

biochemical genocide.

Exactly.

[heavy breathing]

[screeching]

[growling]

Stalin was always

one step ahead of Hitler,

trying to create

a race of super warriors.

Fortunately his experiments

were all destroyed

before the end of the war.

Some high-ranking officials

think the Russians

stumbled upon something

much more sinister.

- The gas in the story?

- Yes.

You know,

I learned a lot about the Battle

of Stalingrad in training,

when they burned that city

halfway down to the ground.

Never heard anything about

poisonous gas though.

That's because forces

napalmed the south side.

Burnt it all.

It was the only way

to control the infection.

[growling]

[growling]

[heavy breathing]

That's funny, sir. Is that

the new official ghost story

to scare the recruits?

I wish.

Very few people

knew about the gas.

They destroyed

all records of it.

Nobody wanted to admit

any atrocities occurred.

So there's no evidence of this.

[scoffs]

You're holding the evidence.

That's all we ever got.

Why are you telling me

about this big secret now?

The last 24 hours,

reports come out of Bulgaria

reporting an incident

that matches

what's written about

in that diary.

There's a base.

On the base,

there's a munitions warehouse.

This warehouse goes

8 floors deep

and holds 80 years' worth

of weapons.

With the Russians

and Bulgarians alliance

after the Second World War,

we think there's a good chance

that that gas

is somewhere inside

that warehouse.

So have one of our contacts

check it out.

[chuckles]

We don't think the Bulgarians

have any idea

what they are sitting on.

We need to find it,

secure it at any cost.

So how are you getting me in?

There have been a string

of arms thefts

at several military bases

throughout Eastern Europe.

Your cover will be as

Captain John McGahey,

arsenal inspector.

You'll be investigating

a robbery in the warehouse

at the same base.

Your job is to get into

this warehouse

and report back

anything you find.

Your contact will be

military doctor Ana Bennett.

Anything with this insignia,

you report back to me

and only me.

Captain John McGahey.

- At ease, sir.

- Welcome to Bulgaria, sir.

Pvt. Harold Miller at your

service. Let me take your bag.

How long is the drive?

- It's a couple hours, sir.

- Perfect.

- Wake me up when we get close.

- Yes, sir.

Most of the locals here

work for the base.

It's the biggest employer.

Yeah, looks like

they're thriving.

Don't worry, private.

We were all young once.

We have an hour for lunch

before we're meeting

with the Bulgarian

commander Borov.

I can have it brought

to your room or--

I'll be skipping lunch.

I need you to take me

to this address.

Sir, I don't have

authorization to--

- I just gave you authorization.

- Yes, sir.

- Who let you in?

- Oh, hi.

- We're here from--

- Don't sass me!

You and your rowdy friends

better get out of here

before I call Virgil!

We'll only be a second, ma'am.

Charming woman.

Yes?

Hi. Is Dr. Bennett here?

Mommy told me not to

talk to strangers.

Oh, uh, my name is John.

What's yours?

Miriam.

Hi, Miriam. See?

Now we're not strangers.

Is your mommy home?

She's asleep.

Oh. I have some really important

questions to ask her.

You think we come in

for a bit?

Mommy told me not to let

strangers inside.

That's a really good rule.

How about you go get your mommy,

and we will wait here?

Maybe you should come inside.

My Aunt Koina

might try to get you.

Sounds good.

You look pretty.

I made you coffee.

Can I help you?

Hi. I'm Captain John McGahey.

I'm here regarding

that report you filed.

Would you like

coffee or milk?

No, thank you, sweetie.

Is there someplace a little bit

more private we can speak?

Mm-hmm.

We can talk through there.

Great.

Hey, Miriam,

would you mind showing Pvt.

Miller here some of your toys?

Sure.

Thank you.

Okay, who do you got here?

This is Mr. Bunny.

So I was looking over

your file and, uh,

is it true you were

put on temporary leave?

More like

indefinite suspension.

Who suspended you?

Bulgarian commanding officer,

Colonel Borov.

He claimed my report

was grossly negligent,

and I was liable

for what happened.

What did happen?

You won't believe me

if I told you.

Trust me.

If nobody believed you,

they wouldn't have sent me.

I was on duty last week.

And lift up.

Thank you, private.

You can get dressed now.

[coughs]

- We might be able to save it.

- Might?

You can start by

staying away from brothels.

Dr. Bennett,

chemical emergency!

So what have we got?

They say a stack of barrels

in the munitions warehouse

collapsed on him.

Punctured lungs,

a few broken bones in his face.

He was down on minus eight.

[steady beeping]

Dr. Bennett, he's gone.

He's brain dead.

His heart stopped.

The respirator is the only thing

that's keeping him alive.

Time of death, 6:05 p.m.

And the next thing I saw

was him standing up

and attacking my nurse.

[growls]

[screaming]

What happened to the body?

- I heard they cremated it.

- Great.

Colonel Borov said

he'd take care of the report.

He wrote that the patient

was hallucinating

and wanted me to sign off on it.

It's bullshit.

It wasn't drugs.

The patient went ballistic

after he was dead.

I insisted on revising it.

He got furious,

accused me of being incompetent

and responsible for both deaths,

then suspended me.

That's when I sent in

my complaint.

Is there any evidence

of this?

Photos, videos, anything?

Whatever we had

was confiscated by Borov.

What caused this?

A biochemical substance

we believe is here on-site.

Now what floor did you say

your patient was injured on?

Lowest floor, level 8.

With the U.S. taking over,

most of the major duties

are split between both armies.

How's that working out?

Good.

Really?

Well, Bulgarians are upset

about losing control.

And the Americans hate

that the Bulgarians

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