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in some discomfort breathing,

especially at night.

They ignore our presence,

but seem to have an instinct

and understanding

of one another.

The girl displays

maternal instincts

as a normal human child might.

The boy is... distant.

I cannot yet work out

what he is thinking,

if he is thinking at all.

Today I set the children

a hand-eye brain-coordination

and exploration test

with some simple toys.

The results, as last time,

are disappointing.

Goethe has managed

to put together

only a few of the pieces.

He shows little aptitude

or interest.

The girl, Ali, shows even less

invention or interest.

I will MRI-scan them both

to try and determine

the cause of this apathy,

but I have a growing fear

that they are just slow-witted

specimens.

You need to get in there now.

No, not you. Her.

- Nothing is working.

- I can't stop the pain.

We're gonna lose her.

No. No, we can...

- I warned you.

- Her physiology is too different,

too unknown.

You should've tested more.

Mathesis, you'll kill her.

You can't.

She'll bleed internally.

- She already is bleeding.

- For hours.

I've been monitoring her.

She's not going to survive

the birth,

but I at least have a chance

- of saving the offspring.

- You knew.

It was all I could do.

Is she dying?

Get out.

Is she dying?

- She's dying.

- Can you save her?

It's not a case of saving her.

She's brought the child

to full term despite everything.

- Can you save her?

- No.

- Can you stop the pain?

- I have tried.

Normal opiate analgesic drugs

don't work.

I've tried everything.

- So she's gonna die in agony.

- Look, just get out.

I don't have time

for a medical lesson.

She's in pain.

There's not much I can do.

You and I need to prepare

for a Caesarean section.

Without drugs?

Yes, unfortunately,

without drugs.

I'm sorry.

Have you any idea

of the billions of dollars

of research you've just...

- You f***ing b*tch!!!

- Calm it! Calm!

That's enough. Enough.

You can still do the C-section

and save the foetus.

Her physiology means

the foetus dies when she does.

It's too late.

Take a minute, okay? Calm.

Calm. Calm.

They're still out there.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

You sure? Okay.

Time to go, folks.

I'm gonna need

help moving Harris.

Maybe we can find something

to give him

to help him make it to the top

and outta here.

- I'm not leaving.

- You are leaving.

- I've lived here 17 years.

- I'm not leaving now.

Either here or out there,

I'm dead already,

so I prefer you leave me here

or finish it now.

The company's orders

are to take the research,

the specimens,

destroy the facility,

including Dr. Irvine.

You want me to kill her?

Why wait to tell me now?

Everything that we learnt

about you

said you could be stubborn,

reluctant.

But why kill her?

She's a liability to my company.

We can't trust her.

I'm not an assassin.

Come on, you kill people

for money, for f***'s sake.

Granted.

And yes, you're right,

I am stubborn.

And no,

today I won't be killing

any scientists.

Now, I want us all to move.

Now. Right now!

There's a 2 million bonus

for each of you if you do this.

I'm sorry,

your sister, she's dead.

Mm.

Dr. Irvine, you can help us

by calling off your mole rats.

We're leaving. Now.

I'm sorry, she isn't coming.

Mason, disarm her.

Mason, no.

Don't give me those fake

father f***ing bullshit eyes.

It's good old Mason.

Good old loyal f***ing Mason!

He'll be there

to have your back.

He'll do

all the f***ing killing!

No more loyal f***ing Mason.

- What did they offer you?

- How much did they offer me?

What the f***

did they offer you?!

They offered me the car,

they offered me the big house,

they offered me the holiday

in f***ing Honolulu.

What do you think

they offered me?

Money.

They offered me money, Jim,

and they offered me respect.

That's what they offered me.

You tell him.

Head of internal security.

They're gonna

f***ing kill you, mate.

They're gonna f***ing put a gun

to the back of your head

and blow your pathetic

little f***ing brains out.

By the way, Harris...

he planned all this.

He said he needed the money.

He said you would see sense.

Lyla.

You tried to kill me, Mathesis.

Spencer,

wait until we've left.

Don't shoot!

Goethe, what are you doing out?

Goethe, remember me?

You were my special little boy,

remember?

I doubt he has the capacity

to feel anything.

- Mason, grab him out, please.

- I'll get him.

Goethe,

I've asked you nicely.

Could you please

go back to your room?

Oh, no.

Steinmann? Steinmann?

Can you hear me?

Steinmann. Are you okay?

Steinmann.

No, don't move her.

Both her leg and arm

are badly fractured.

I'm gonna need supplies

from medical.

Stay with her.

Stay with our girl.

You too, move.

Steinmann.

It's gonna be okay.

Steinmann, it's Mason.

Are you okay?

What was the shooting, Jim?

- It's nothing.

- Steinmann got hurt.

Are we under a new regime?

No. Brief insurrection.

Dealt with.

I f***ed it up, didn't I?

I'll get you home, Doug, okay?

- I'm sorry, Jim.

- I let you down.

I said...

I'll get you home.

Let's go.

F***.

F***.

Irvine is dead,

we have no more conflict,

We need to get her out of here,

or she's going to die.

We need to kill that boy,

or we're all dead.

We'll clear the way.

You get Harris and Steinmann

ready for transport, okay?

- Jim...

- Shut up.

Let's go.

Come on up.

What's that?

Morphine.

There.

Don't worry, it won't be long.

Oh...

What...

What was... What was that?

- That's not morphine.

- Shhh-shhh.

Shhh.

How's Steinmann?

She didn't make it.

I didn't suppose she would.

You tidying up?

They'll hear the shots,

you know.

Shhh. Now,

it'll all be over in a second.

Oops.

I'll go check.

Dead mole rats.

No heads.

I think our philosopher friend

came this way.

I'd agree with you.

Jim? Jim!

They're gone. They've all gone.

Harris, Steinmann and Healy,

they're all dead.

- You sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Harris and Steinmann?

- Something must've got them.

It's like a f***ing war zone

down there.

Looks like the medical facility

got fragged.

F***!

- Are you certain?

- Yes, I'm f***ing certain.

- F*** it, that blows this gig.

- I'll hitch a ride out with you.

I'm not getting paid anymore

anyway.

There's an elevator this way.

- What are you talking about?

- What elevator?

- It was Healy's escape route.

- It's the main access shaft.

Only to be used

if sh*t hits the fan.

The sh*t's hit the f***ing fan.

Let's go.

This is bullshit, man.

I could've been

in f***ing South Africa.

I'm stuck down

in some shitty hole with mercs,

aliens running around

everywhere.

F***ing bollocks.

F***, I'm not even

f***ing getting paid.

Don't know about you two,

but I'm not keen on meeting

our head-blowing-off friend.

That's someone else's

problem now.

Yeah, totally.

If we get the drop on him,

I'll take him,

even though

I'm not getting paid.

But I'm not going

looking for him,

especially with that device

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