Devils Playground Page #2

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Rob's about to crack one off.

Matt. Matt!

- Where the f*** have you been?

- Told you.

Sorry, Sergeant. Personal stuff.

- How's your step-sister doing, then?

- Well, she's still confused.

Yeah, well,

Joe's a f***ing disgrace, isn't he?

He let me down.

He let the entire MS U down.

Anyway, listen up.

It's kicking off all over the gaff.

Craig's taking the launch

to Battersea Bridge.

There's some kind of riot going on.

People are diving in the drink.

So what we're going to do

is steam down there

and pick up the jumpers.

So dust her down, lock 'n' load.

Let's get ready to rock 'n' roll, boys.

Rob!

- Something's wrong with Sally!

- There's always something wrong.

No, she said some guy attacked her

on the way in today and she just fainted.

I think it must be shock.

Do I look like a f***ing doctor?

Oh, Jesus! Get ready!

Come on, let's go.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

This is John Healy, our first trialist.

A week after receiving his initial dose,

he started having an allergic reaction.

A bad one.

We thought it best

to keep him in isolation.

His physiology and cellular make-up

started changing two days later.

The viral suppressants we've been

administering seemed to keep it at bay.

Although it hasn't completely stopped

the abnormal changes.

We've taken everybody off it

to see what would happen.

And?

Nothing.

He's just been lying there.

Billing, that doctor.

Talk to me. What's going on?

What in God's name

are these things on his back?

- He's not contagious, is he?

- We're not sure.

Billing, get back here.

We've got a problem.

Billing, come in.

Get an adrenaline shot. Hurry!

Cole? Cole!

- Everybody just stay still.

- What's that noise?

Lockdown.

Why are we in lockdown, Cole?

Get me the f*** out of here!

Get me out of here!

Open this door!

What the f*** was that?

What have you done, Brooke?

What the f*** have you done?

Brooke?

Oi, oi!

Stay still. Stay still, will you?

Stay still.

Come on, hold the crazy bastard.

Come on, hold him!

Keep f***ing still, will you?

Aaargh! He f***ing bit me!

Come on, we should go back inside.

It's not safe out here.

- Where's all your cars?

- I had to get the cash from somewhere.

- F***ing hell. Sorry, mate.

- Enough of that bollocks, eh?

It's not important.

It's only a bit of cash.

Hey, I don't think she knew

you were getting out, you know.

I haven't seen her since I went in.

No letters, no phone calls, nothing.

I know I let her down.

I need to see her.

- She needs to know I didn't do it.

- I wish I could help you, mate.

But I haven't seen her

since it all happened.

Come on, eh?

I get 24 more hours in the air,

then I take my test.

I can't wait to get off this f***ing river.

It's hardly a river, is it?

More like a plague-ridden cesspit

of Ebola or something.

Ebola, no. Plague, maybe.

- Bubonic or pneumonic?

- What's the difference?

What the f*** was that?

- Get the boat ready.

- F***ing hell!

Sarge, Sarge!

Sarge, what are you doing?

Sarge!

Sarge, what are you doing? Guv!

Guv!

This is MS U Central.

We need help.

Someone, come in.

Matt, what the f*** is going on?

This is seriously f***ed up.

This is MS U Central, come in.

We need help. Somebody, anybody.

'Get out of there! Get anywhere!

'Now!'

Jim, what the hell's going on?

Cole?

Cole? Cole, wake up!

Cole!

Cole, wake up!

For God's sake, wake up!

Get up, get up.

Over here.

Something must have gone wrong

with the code.

What we saw is impossible.

This is just impossible.

It got in behind him

as he was trying to shut the door.

Well, the power's back on,

so why hasn't help arrived?

I hate to think.

Well, now we know it spreads.

But how? Blood, maybe.

Maybe saliva. I don't know.

- I just don't know any more.

- So that means they've all got it.

All of those upstairs

and all of those in the hospitals.

They're all going to catch it and

then it's going to spread even further.

And now I've got it.

Is there anything I can take?

The stuff you used on the other patients.

The viral suppressant. It's in there.

The syrettes.

There's only three but that should

control the infection for up to 18 hours.

Well, we've got to figure something out.

- Aaargh!

- No, no, no!

- No, no!

- Oh, sh*t.

- I thought he was a...

- Please hang on.

Cole, I didn't realise.

This place is a f***ing slaughterhouse.

They're all dead,

and if they're not dead, they're turning.

Angela...

Talk to me.

Talk to me, Michael.

Find Angela Mills.

- There's more of them coming.

- Shut up!

You've been bitten.

Don't.

'I'm sick of dealing

with all your sh*t.

'And I don't want it anymore.'

'Find Angela Mills.'

Aaargh!

'There's only three but that

should control the infection for 18 hours.'

Aargh!

'So what measures are being taken,

Clare, to combat these... things

'and to calm this situation police heads

have labelled "A Devil's Playground"?'

'Well, what can anyone do

to calm this situation, Adam?

'Nobody seems to know.

'The authorities are having enormous

difficulty tackling these hordes.

'Their agility and strength are frightening,

'truly frightening.

'It seems that they will attack

anything and everything

'Jesus. I think we're...

'We're going to have

to come back to you, Adam.'

'OK. We're hearing now...'

OK, we need to get to the Abraxon

construction site in Wapping.

It's by the river.

Matt and Jim will meet us there.

It shouldn't take us too long.

About 40 minutes.

- 'We are unable to connect your call.'

- Dead.

Please, babe, let's just get out of here.

Come on.

What about Joe? Sh*t!

- What about Joe?

- He's in prison.

In one of the safest places possible.

Now come on, get in the car.

Please, Angie, please.

You're not shitting me

about the helicopter, are you?

No.

My instructor goes on about

it being a silly place to have a helipad.

We even flew over it the other day.

The chopper's there, I swear.

Just got to figure out how to get to it.

Matt.

There's some seriously strange noises

coming from the canteen.

We need to get out of here f***ing fast!

Jesus Christ, we're f***ed!

Yes, I know, son.

That's why Mummy took you out there

with what's-his-name, isn't it?

So you could enjoy Spain,

the good weather, the food.

Just be a good boy for her, OK?

All right.

Yes, you'll be with Daddy

in about a week, OK?

All right.

I love you too, son. I miss you loads.

Hey, look, put your mum on before...

Great.

- Did you get a doctor to look at that?

- Yeah.

It might come in handy

with the trial coming up. It's proof.

What the f?

Someone's just done the reporter.

'Er, once again, breaking news.

'A state of emergency

has been declared throughout the UK.'

What the f***'s going on, Joe?

'Reports are now coming in

that an infectious disease of some sort

'is responsible for the outbreak

of random acts of frenzied violence.

'The infected are spreading

from city centres.

'If you are attacked,

the only way to stop them

'appears to be with a blow

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