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they're pulling 2 people out of a van.

Who are they, Ken?

Who are they?

There's a bunch of them, they're...

they're people, but... but they're crazy.

They're... they're pulling these 2

out of the van. Oh, my God!

They're... they're biting them!

They're...

actually carrying them

to the ground in their mouths!

I can't, oh...

I can't see, they're... they're biting,

there's just biting, they look like, a...

a school of fish,

like a frenzy... or a piranha.

It's almost as if, uh...

like, uh...

It's just what it looks like...

It really looks like these pople are

trying to climb, or eat their way inside!

They're so desperate,

like they have to be inside...

One has his entire leg and

another his arm... it's right inside...

Stop this, Grant!

- Now they're pulling themselves apart!

- Okay Grant, stop this now!

F***!

Oh sh*t! He heard that...

one of them looked over.

He heard me. Oh, he's coming. Holy sh*t!

I gotta hide! He's running! He's running!

Ken, get out of there.

Ken? Ken, it's Grant. Are you...

are you injured? Have you've been hurt?

No.

No. I'm... just lying here.

I'm in the dark.

It... It crashed through the wall,

it was...

huh... Mary Gault's boy.

- Oh my god.

- Her big teenager Jessie, or Jake...

- Jessie...

or something? It was him.

He, uh... he had no hands...

- The kid had no hands...

- Grant, let's stop this now!

- What's he doing now?

- Not on the air, Grant.

I'm not gonna listen to somebody

get killed on the air.

He's looking at me...

I think he can't move, uh...

He must've, uh... broken some bones.

I can see his eyes...

He can't move... Wait, wait...

- I think he's... hang on...

- No.

Ken, whatever you do,

don't go near him.

He's... he's whispering something.

He's... he's saying something...

I'm gonna get closer and see if I can just

hear what he is saying...

No, I wouldn't do that, Ken.

What the hell was that?

- Ken?

- They cut into our signal!

Ken? Do we still have Ken?

- No, we've lost Ken.

- We've lost Ken, folks.

We are working

on a translation of, uh...

of the message

we just received live on the air.

It's something about

"avoid family members"...

"Talk only to babies"...

It's crazy sh*t.

- however, working on a translation.

- Okay, I've got it!

It's on your screen.

Okay, we have the translation.

Now, I'm gonna read this,

reminding our listeners that the source

has not yet been identified...

and early analysis has identified...

this as possibly a hoax

of some kind.

And I remind you that the source was not us,

and indeed, we do not know the source.

For Your Safety, Please Avoid Contacts

With Close Family Members

And Restrain From The Following:

All Terms Of Endearment,

- Such As "Honey" Or "Sweetheart"

- Sidney... Yeah Bob, What Up?

When You Talk With Young Children,

And Rhetorical Discourse.

For Greater Safety, Please Avoid

The English Language.

Please, Do Not Translate

This Message.

What've you got?

That was Bob Roseland.

He said we have to stay inside.

Pontypool's under quarantine.

Everybody's have to stay inside

at all times.

Did you get...?

Hello. Hello.

- Did you get that?

- Ken?

I'm sending you some audio with my phone.

- Thank God, Ken! Are you there?

- Did you get that?

No, Ken, I didn't get that. I didn't,

I don't get anything right now.

Okay, okay, listen, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna try that again. Okay, listen...

and... and... and keep in mind...

picture this...

This is what you... you're about to hear

is coming from Mary Gault's big teenage boy.

He's lying here, in the dark,

with his body...

It's broken to pieces, and his wrists.

I... I can see them... They're stumps.

They're not stumps,

they're pointing up... at his sides.

No, Grant! What are we doing?

Listen... listen...

listen... listen...

Mommy... Mommy...

Help me...

Help me... Mommy...

Help me...

Help me please...

Did you hear that? I do not even know

how he's doing that.

It sounds like there's a... a child

is screaming inside his breath...

- Is this actually happening, Ken?

- Easy, Grant. Easy!

Alright.

That was our own Ken Loney.

What?

That was our own Ken...

Ken Loney...

- You're on the radio, ain't cha...

- interviewing...

- You are on the radio, you big...

- a screaming baby...

coming from Mary Galt's eldest son's

last dying gasps.

Mazzy in the morning...

- Grant.

- What?

Grant... fish,

there were gold fish in it.

There was a little baby...

A tiny little baby...

- Grant!

- What?

Hey, Grant. Listen to this.

BBC is going wide with the Mendez story.

He just said "Honey". He just said

"Honey, the missing cat poster".

- What?

- He said "Honey" the missing...

"Honey, the missing cat", Grant?

Grant?

Oh, jeez. Laurel Ann, let's go out.

School closures... 5, 4...

Are you finding this funny, Syd?

Are you laughing?

It's not a joke, Grant.

Honey, I'm beginning to think

this is not a joke.

Grant, everything that I've got

looks real.

The cat?

Well, Nigel Healing said,

apparently...

"Nigel Healing said, apparently"...

Can you f***ing hear yourself?!

Don't yell at me, Grant!

Oh, uh...

I'm sorry...

Syd... you know I'm having...

lots of trouble here... believing this.

I know, Grant.

I know. Me too, okay?

I mean, is somebody...

pulling my leg, are they, uh...

like, uh... taking a piss

out of me? You know?

Like it's some kinda stunt?

Well, there's some dead people.

A pretty big number, I think.

Look, I gotta get outta here, okay?

I'm having a lot of trouble believing

that this is actually happening, ok?

So, uh... I'm just gonna get

outta here for a minute.

Grant. Grant, I just need you

to sit back down...

You stay there, okay? I need you

in your chair. You need to sit back down.

Okay, we've got crickets.

- Laurel Ann, go to pre-tape.

- What pre-tape?

I don't care! Anything, just go to pre-tape!

Wait... where you going?

Hey, um... you know,

I need you back in the chair, okay?

Uh... I never did this.

Oh, man.

I gotta go outside, and, uh...

take a look at, uh...

Grant?

Grant, I can't have dead air!

Sydney, does this have

something to do with me?

What are you talking about?

This! I mean... why? Why are they

carrying dead cat pictures, huh?

I mean, this is me going crazy.

You know, I need to feel that there's

something solid. I need to confirm...

I need to... to know that there's

more happening to everyone,...

then than what's happening

to just me, you know?

Grant, come on!

You! You are f***ing with me!

You are f***ing with my head!

And you!

Don't you f*** with me!

Grant! Grant, come on!

It's dangerous!

- Don't go, Grant! There's people dying.

- People are dying, Grant.

I gotta take a look out there.

I gotta see what's going on out there!

Don't go in the blizzard...

I need you on the radio!

Don't walk out on me, Grant!

Please, I need you!

Sh*t!

Fine, just f***ing fall apart!

There nothing...

Just a cold, cold, cold day.

Oh, sh*t!

What're you looking at?

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