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we need some help.

Sure, like, like you

need a ride or something?

- To the emergency room?

- No, no, something else.

I'll be honest,

you are the last person

I expected to see here,

and Riley,

I don't wanna make

a big deal about it, but..

You and your friend

look like f***ing sh*t.

What's up?

I'm Zain, by the way.

So what're you looking for?

OC's, Vics, what's up?

- I need a gun.

- F***ing guns, bro?

Do I look like

Ted-F***ing-Nugent?

Don't answer that.

Dude, I sell f***ing

recreational sh*t here, okay?

I sell good times,

I help people

and I don't

f***ing kill them, okay?

How much cash you got?

Alright, I got a .45, .357,

12 gauge, if you wanna get

all John Woo and sh*t.

Twins.

It's a 100 for the pistols

and 200 for the shotgun

and I'll throw in an extra clip

and two boxes of rounds

just 'cause,

you know, we're friends.

You ever shot

one of those things before?

No.

- But I've seen lots of movies.

- Oh, okay.

Uh, so... 200?

150? Can't go any lower

than 150, sorry.

You know this guy, right?

Alright, Zain, this doesn't

have to get ugly, alright?

I don't want you

to f*** with me,

I just want you to tell me

where does he live.

Just tell me.

Dude, I sell a lot

of f***ing drugs

to a lot of f***ing people, I

don't know where they all live.

Christ, I don't even know

where my mother lives.

I need you to stop

bullshitting me, Zain.

This guy is f***ing dangerous.

Dude. Dude, relax.

You invited him to that party;

Now you tell me where he is.

(COUGHS)

Dude.

I'm running out of time here.

I need you to tell me

where he lives, Zain.

You need to get

to a f***ing hospital.

I'm already f***ing dead

and I'm taking him with me.

(WHISPERING)

What're we gonna do?

Drop the weapon! F***!

Get down on the ground,

put your hands up.

Get on the ground! Right now!

Get down!

(COUGHING)

I need an emergency

medical team here immediately.

(STATIC)

(COUGHING)

HARPER:

Please tell me what's wrong.

Riley! Riley! Riley!

Riley, what's happening?

What's..

- Harper.

- MAN:
She's seizing.

Harper! Harper.

Where are you taking her?

Losing her, losing her.

Get oxygen.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Come on, honey, hang in there.

Alright, paddles. Paddles.

Everyone clear!

She's gone.

We'll take it from here.

(GROWLING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hi.

Hey.

Where's Harper?

There's 37 new cases

since this morning.

It's spreading.

I really need your help.

I need to know everything

that you know about him.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Hello,

Riley McCormick's room, please.

I'm clone.

It's too late.

- It's not too late.

- It's too late.

Uh, 427,

first room on the left.

Thank you.

Please just tell me.

He's a maniac.

Look what's happening

out there, it's too-

- Detective.

- Yeah.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Don't move.

It's okay, go ahead.

Just go, it's okay,

I'll be alright.

Yeah.

Got a 10-33...

Are you feeling okay?

- Yeah.

- Got a 10-33.

We're undermanned.

Radio's going crazy.

We're gonna...

we're gonna respond.

We got some other units

on the way.

- You gonna be alright if we...

- Yeah.

- Aren't here for a little bit?

- Yeah.

Alright. Alright.

Shh.

Don't.

You look amazing.

I'm proud of you, Riley.

Bastard.

You've done so well.

But... I think it's time

that we escalate things,

don't you?

You're a real

son of a b*tch, you know that?

Don't f***ing move.

Crystal, put down the gun!

WOMAN:

Dr. Morris, dial 182 please.

Don't f***ing move.

Don't you touch that,

don't you touch that. Sh*t!

There's a lot of sick people

in this building.

Be a shame if something

happened to them.

Sh*t.

No one move.

Everyone stay where you are.

F***. F***.

Everything will

be fine eventually.

I'll kill you.

You're not gonna kill me,

detective.

I'm the only thing

that can save you.

Do you ever feel

like the Egyptians?

Powerless as the wrath of God...

is crashing down

around your head.

Get on the f***ing ground.

The end is here.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GASPING)

Goodbye, Detective Young.

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

The f***?

Are you out

of your f***ing mind?

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Motherf***er.

I'm gonna f***ing murder you.

Not in this lifetime.

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(DETECTIVE YOUNG CRYING)

I'm the end.

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLING)

(YOUNG CRYING)

(GUNSHOT)

JAMES:
Bren?

Brenda?

(GROWLING)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

Alice

Come drink from the chalice

Welcome to your new palace

This wondrous place

Gone now

The curtain is drawn now

The rabbit has gone down

So come have a taste

Alice

You've gone to Wonderland

The Cheshire Cat

is holding your hand

Alice

Alice try as I can

I don't understand

(APPLAUSE)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Hello, Brent.

How're you feeling?

Soon, my friend.

Very soon.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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