Doomsday

KANE:
Like so many

epidemics before,

the loss of so many lives

began with a single

microscopic organism.

It's human nature to seek even

the smallest comfort in reason

or logic for events

as catastrophic as these.

But a virus doesn't

choose a time or place.

It doesn't hate

or even care.

(SCREAMING)

It just happens.

(HORN BLARING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

MAN ON MEGAPHONE:

Go back to your homes!

KANE:
The Reaper virus

spread among the population

of Glasgow

like a common cold.

There was no stopping it.

No cure. No vaccine.

It claimed the lives

of thousands in

the first week.

This is the end of the world!

KANE:
In an attempt

to quell the outbreak,

martial law was implemented.

Roadblocks set up.

Curfews enforced.

KATHERINE:
Come on, darling.

We have to walk now.

The airports, seaports

and borders were closed.

Scotland was placed

under quarantine.

The people were ordered

to stay in their homes, to

avoid travel, avoid contact,

to sit it out

and wait for help

that did not come.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(SHOUTING)

Stay back!

You got to

let us through!

Get out of the way! Move!

Move! Get out of the way!

Walk on, will you?

Hey, you! You!

I'm talking at you!

Get down on

the floor now!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Everybody, down!

Don't shoot!

You f***er!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Fall back! Fall back!

SOLDIER:

Get out of the way!

Please let us go!

Onward!

(SCREAMS)

Are you all right?

MAN:
You bastard!

Look at me,

darling. Look at...

(CRYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

SOLDIER 1:
Go! Go! Go!

(ALARM SOUNDING)

SOLDIER 2:

Hold the line!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Gas!

(SCREAMING)

Easy, girl. Come here.

Help me!

Please! Take us with you!

Get back!

We're too heavy!

We have to get off now!

Step away from

the helicopter!

Give her a chance!

No, wait!

What are you doing?

Get back

in the helicopter!

Now!

Take the girl!

We have to go now!

Hold tight, sweetheart!

Everything's going

to be okay!

Come on!

(GRUNTING)

Stay back!

Take this!

So she'll know!

Hold on tight,

sweetheart!

Eden!

(SOBBING)

KANE:
The wall

stood 30 feet high,

clad in steel armor plating.

It followed the line of

the ancient Roman frontier,

2,000 years before,

spanning 18 miles,

east coast to west,

cutting Britain in half.

Coastal waters were mined

and patrolled. The skies

were declared a no-fly zone,

and orders were given to

shoot down any aircraft in

violation of the quarantine.

The idea was simple.

Nobody came out,

and nobody went in.

They needn't have worried

about the second part.

Those abandoned within

the quarantine zone

were left to die.

Social order decayed

along with the corpses.

The streets ran with blood

as the people fought

to stay alive.

The bodies burned

in their thousands. Looting,

rape and murder became rife.

Fire spread as the cities

were plundered,

and the last to die

became primal savages,

feeding on dogs, rats

and finally, on each other.

As the weeks turned to months,

the funeral pyres

faded and died.

In time, all the lights

burned out,

consigning the country north

of the wall first to memory

and eventually to history.

But just as the government

had turned its back

on the hot zone,

so the rest of the world

turned its back on Britain.

With hundreds of thousands

unemployed, homeless

and destitute,

the situation has reached

breaking point.

It now remains only

a matter of time

before the laws of nature

seek to redress the balance.

Targets are in play.

MICHAELSON:

Start recording.

(BEEPING)

Sinclair, Richter

is the biggest slave

trader in the city.

I want him alive.

Your call.

(GRUNTS)

Me and my boat, marooned

on this f***ing island

It's a full-time job,

trying to prevent

it falling apart.

Come. Mind your head.

Best I could find.

Straight from the

ghetto. Cheap. Clean.

Happy?

Very.

Shh.

What the f*** is this?

You prick!

Get the case.

(SCREAMS)

Drop the gun!

RICHTER:
F***ing nancy-boy!

Where's your partner? Tell me!

I'm getting off

this boat alive.

You go to hell.

Get back! Don't you

come any closer,

or I'll blow

his f***ing brains

all over this boat!

Sinclair, whatever

you do, don't shoot.

RICHTER:
What the

hell are you doing?

Sinclair!

She's f***ing nuts!

Tell her to back off!

I'm ordering you not

to shoot, Sinclair!

Richter, you've got

one way out of this!

Put the gun down,

or she will kill you!

You haven't

got a chance!

I'll kill him, I swear!

Sinclair, do not shoot!

Sh*t.

I'll never get

used to that.

I don't suppose

you got a cigarette?

When are you going to buy

your own? Do you know how

much these things cost?

Why do you think

I smoke yours?

Michaelson

was a good man.

Not the greatest

copper on the beat, but

a good man.

What happened in there?

(BEEPS)

See for yourself.

Whatever happened

to a good cause?

Can't remember

what she looked like.

All I have is a name on

an envelope and an address

of a place I can never go to.

I've watched you fight

your way through the

ranks, tooth and nail.

And it's made you

so full of piss

and vinegar.

You carry on the way

you're going,

you're gonna wind up

one seriously f***ed-up

individual.

Now, do me a favor.

Please, go home.

Get some rest.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Okay, let's do it!

(ALL GROANING)

Get back!

Get back!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Thank you, Captain,

that will be all.

Sir.

Canaris.

Prime Minister.

How long?

Two hours ago.

Well?

DDS were carrying out

a routine drugs raid

when they found

the infected victims.

It's the Reaper virus.

Oh, my God.

It's back.

Bloody Hell, George.

What's got your

knickers in a twist?

National emergency,

I'm afraid. Briefing for

the PM in five minutes.

HATCHER:
Let's keep this

informal and to the point.

We all know what's at stake,

why you're here.

Jane.

In 2023, when the rising

tidal waters were threatening

to flood London,

we extended the Thames

flood barrier.

Like a castle moat,

this system of canals

encircles the entire capital

north of the river.

Our immediate plan is to

flood the canals, blockade

all bridges, tube lines

and rail links

in and out of the city.

You want to put

under lock and key?

Containment is our absolute

priority. We must implement

martial law now.

Keep the people

off the streets

while we secure the blockade

and set up medical stations.

Only then can we begin

the evacuation.

HATCHER:
Do it.

It's all very well packing

people into their homes

like so many

million sardines,

but you drop a killer virus

into that mix,

and this town

is gonna go tits-up

in no short order.

Once you start stacking

bodies in the streets,

there'll be panic,

public disorder,

looting, rape, murder,

and that's just for starters.

The death toll will

be unimaginable,

and by that time,

there'll be absolutely

f***-all we can do about it.

You have to think

of the millions that

we'll be saving.

Are you talking about people?

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