Quarantine 2: Terminal Page #6
is walk the service tunnel
and we'll make it to Terminal F.
We'll be fine.
Go!
They got you.
That's a bite.
Yeah.
But you'll be okay, right?
Because you have this?
I found it hidden
in his briefcase.
Bring it to me.
That's the antidote, right?
That you were testing in L.A.
In that apartment building?
Come on, hand it over.
Who the hell are you?
I told you before on the plane,
I'm one of the good guys
willing to do something,
take responsibility for the future.
By starting a f***ing plague.
Nobody else is doing anything.
Are you?
How many people
were you planning to kill?
As many as it takes.
So you decide who lives?
No, we do.
Because the alternative
is that no one lives.
Our population keeps growing and
consuming while our planet is dying.
Don't make me shoot her,
George.
Bring it here.
No!
Ed! Ed!
Against the wall! Against the wall!
Okay. All right.
Against the wall! Against the wall!
All right.
How'd you get that
through security?
The same way
I got the rats through.
Same way I found out my lab
in Los Angeles was compromised.
I had to take my toys
and leave town.
Friends of the cause.
Same ones who arranged
and the ones who will help me
once I get out of here.
Antibodies need the virus
to kick in.
Fight the infection,
keep it from damaging the brain.
What is that?
You're a smart kid. Maybe smart
enough to be one of us someday.
Go to hell.
Don't buy in to all that
big government bullshit.
They label people like us "extremists,"
"doomsday cults," "terrorists,"
because that's easier
than telling you the truth.
What is the truth, Henry, huh?
Earth could use
a good plague.
Move and I'll kill you.
Oh, amazing.
I can't feel a thing.
Sure it works?
I heard that didn't go so well.
Shut up!
Time to go, George.
Don't touch him.
Hey, let him go.
This is his only chance.
Come on. Move it!
Jenny.
Come on, Jenny. Come on.
Okay.
Come on. We have to go
after them. Come on, let's go.
Come on, Jenny, go.
Take this.
I'll go first. I'll get him.
Hurry.
Okay.
All right?
No. Let me go.
George?
Oh, sh*t. Sh*t!
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Sh*t.
Come on! Come on!
Die, you f***ing sh*t!
It's me.
Shilah? Shilah?
What is that?
Thermal vision. CDC left it behind.
You see them before they see you.
George and Henry, they went
in there, into the wall.
Why didn't you follow them?
Here.
Just not my day to fly.
You get George, you kill
that rat, and you get out.
Shilah. Shilah.
I'm gonna try to buy you some time.
Shilah.
Hey, Flight 318!
I'm over here, motherfuckers!
Oh, sh*t.
Shoot.
Mice. Mice. Just mice.
George?
Jenny?
Hold on, George. I'm coming down.
No. Henry- It didn't work.
Don't come down here.
There's a flashlight and a gun
by your feet.
I can't see them.
I'm coming down.
Stay up there.
Stay there, George.
No. Go back, please. No.
Jenny, please don't. Please
go back up. Please, please.
Stay up there, please.
Please, go back, Jenny.
Don't come down here, please.
Please.
Run, George! Run! Run!
Run!
Hey, you.
Did you get him?
Jenny.
Look.
Where is he?
Look.
Henry.
Come on.
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Did he get you?
No. Did he bite you?
What happened?
When we climbed out,
he tried to bite me.
The terminal.
They're burning it down.
Come on. Hold it there.
It's the tunnel to Terminal F.
It's welded shut.
There's no way out, Jenny.
Stay there.
Come on.
It's locked.
We're not gonna get out.
It's rusted. I'll get it open.
I just wanna go home.
Step back. Step back.
Come on. We gotta go.
I'm not going in there.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We have no choice.
I gotta get you in there, okay?
Trust me.
I can't go in there.
Come on, we gotta go.
No way.
Listen, George. We don't have
any other choice, all right?
Look, look.
Be my eyes, okay? You tell
me what you see. Ready? Go.
I don't see anything.
It's just a baggage tunnel.
Promise?
I promise. Go.
Go.
Keep going.
George, don't slow down.
Keep going. Keep going, George.
Don't stop.
Go, go.
Go, George, go. Hurry.
Why'd you stop?
Keep going.
Don't stop.
Jenny.
I'm infected, George.
Keep going.
No, you're not.
It's happening so fa--
I'm sorry.
I can feel it.
I don't have much time.
You'll be okay.
Go, please.
You're fine.
Leave me.
Leave me!
You won't hurt me.
Okay?
Okay.
Jenny, I think I see--
Jenny, we made it.
Jenny.
Jenny?
Get out here!
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