Residue Page #3
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Jesus.
JEN:
Something happened
last night, Jonas.
I saw something
that made me question
everything that's going on.
Looks like you had
a productive night.
All of this
is happening
on the perimeter
of the Quarantine Zone.
Can you tell me
what that is?
And that? That?
And that?
A bad chip.
Uh, a printing error.
A flaw in your lens.
I've checked it a million times.
There's nothing wrong
with my camera.
F***'s sake, Jonas,
why do you always
have to do this?
Do what?
Try to spin things.
Make everything sound
reasonable.
Well, you know what?
It's not reasonable.
Those things are real.
Do you realize
how crazy that sounds?
I've seen them.
I felt them.
Jen, listen to me.
You're not eating,
you're not sleeping.
You're out day and night
looking for trouble.
Okay, why don't you come up
with a better explanation?
Make it sound plausible.
Isn't that what you're supposed
to be f***ing good at?
Good one, Jen.
Things are being kept
from us, Jonas.
Wake the f*** up!
Oh, I'm awake, all right.
And frankly, wasting time
with fantasists
and their f***ing cameras
making up sh*t
about mutant monsters
from the Quarantine Zone,
that's way below my--
[GASPS]
I can't believe
I just did that.
Jen!
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
SOLDIER:
Excuse me, sir.
Jonas Flack.
Home Office.
Doing a little recce
for the minister.
Wanted a first-hand look,
make sure we've got
our facts straight.
Sorry, sir.
I was thinking,
maybe I could do
a ride-along.
Get a little perspective
I could share with everyone.
I'm afraid
we can't accommodate, sir.
You understand that I represent
the Home Secretary here?
Well, maybe you should
take this up with him, sir.
JONAS:
Seems my Quarantine Zone
clearance means nothing.
Care to tell me why?
I'm late, Jonas.
I'll see you tomorrow.
So they're still
bringing out bodies.
I stopped by
the Quarantine Perimeter.
What the f*** is going on?
Can I give you
some advice?
Always welcome.
Leave it alone.
Just stick
to what you do best.
And as for the rest
of it, leave it alone.
Please.
Should I be angry,
Dickie?
Should I be thinking
about consequences?
That little scene
at your bar last night.
Mr. B.
I don't know
what you've been hearing,
but I ain't said nothing.
No one could make nothing
of it by me. Nothing.
I've known you since you were
a little boy, Dickie.
You like the spotlights.
You like the attention.
Wanna be the big fish eating all
the little fish, am I right?
Sure, Mr. B.
Don't everyone?
But you see, Dickie,
you're a small man.
A man without
proper wisdom to rise.
Oh, you can be useful.
You have been useful.
Real power, Dickie.
Real power,
it camouflages itself.
It's anonymous.
Mr. B, please.
One must know one's place
in the firmament, Dickie.
It's the spouting whale
that gets harpooned.
I won't tell you again.
JEN [OVER PHONE]:
Jonas, it's Jen.
I'm guessing
you're still pissed off at me.
I just wanna say I'm sorry.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm too wound up.
I'm really sorry
about the things I said.
Really sorry
about throwing the coffee.
Wasn't even
a fresh pot either.
Pathetic. Um...
Please give me a call when
you get this, Jonas, please.
JEN:
I know
what I'm seeing is real.
I can't be the only one
who's seeing this.
Can I?
I'm not crazy.
My friend says you can get
from one side of this city
to the other
without coming up for air.
She talks too much.
JEN:
Am I losing control?
Am I getting carried away
with my obsessions?
WILLY:
Wouldn't bother
with your phone.
They're jamming
all signals up there.
JEN [OVER PHONE]:
Jonas, listen.
If you wanna be a dick
about this, that's fine.
I deserve it,
but the least you can do
is text me,
or send me a message, anything.
Please, I just wanna know
that you're okay.
Something
is happening to us.
Last chance
to change your mind.
Too late for that,
I think.
Well, this is
as far as I go, so...
JEN [OVER PHONE]:
I think something is coming
from inside
the Quarantine Zone.
And whatever
the government tell us...
I think we need to get
as far away
from here as we can.
Before it's too late.
The man works for the
Home Office and he's missing.
Are you going to do your job or
just stuff your f***ing face?
Sure he's not
just winding you up?
Maybe you two
had a little...
...post-cuddly spat
or something?
Here, let me take this one
off your hands, Freddy.
Be my guest.
Seems like
your kind of girl.
Yeah.
You're a f***ing
charmer, aren't you?
One of our
city's finest, yeah?
Okay, look,
we did have a fight.
I was an a**hole and left,
but he would never
just vanish like this.
Okay, look--
He hasn't been to work.
He's not picking up his phone.
There could be many reasons.
Where do you suggest I start?
All right, look, let me do
some checking around.
Hear anything in the meantime,
you give me a call.
Take it from there.
See if we can figure it out.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
IN BACKGROUND]
Gah!
Has that prick of
a cop been back?
BENEDICT:
What will you do
when he does, Dickie?
DICKIE:
Mr. B!
You should've let me know
you was gonna visit.
Well, it wouldn't have been much
DICKIE:
I see you're drinking the
Chateauneuf Du Pape.
I keep bottles of this fine
vintage around just for you.
The regulars, they just get
that cheap Bulgarian crap. Ha.
Appreciate the gesture, although
I don't suspect your boys
go much for wine anyway,
do they?
[LAUGHS]
This lot? Hell, no.
They're just chicken-in-
a-basket and dumb lager boys.
So, what will
you do, Dickie? Eh?
What's the plan when this prick
of a cop comes back?
Aye, well, what I'd like to do
is drop him in the nearest canal
and let him get
the answers he wants
from the slugs at
the bottom.
I thought that might
be your instinct, Dickie.
But, but--
I mean, I've been
remembering what you said
to me the other day,
Mr. B.
About
the spouting whales.
It's the one
that swims low and silent.
He's the one
that rules the seas.
Low and
silent, Mr. B.
I'm practicing
what you preach.
You were a good boy,
Dickie.
[SCOFFS]
[GROANING]
[STABBING]
BENEDICT:
I know you boys
understand.
TEAM LEADER:
Come on, move it!
These are ready
for the disposal unit.
TEAM LEADER:
Orders are to divert to Ops Labs
for examination first.
[VOICE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO]
TEAM LEADER:
You next.
[HELICOPTER FLYING]
Move your men out!
Meet up with the next team!
TEAM LEADER:
Move it out!
FEMALE VOICE:
You have reached
the voicemail of...
MALE VOICE:
Jonas Flack.
FEMALE VOICE:
Please leave your message
after the tone.
JENNIFER:
Hi. Not sure why I keep calling.
Miss the sound
of your voice, I suppose.
JENNIFER [WHISPERING]:
Jonas.
We need to talk
about your boyfriend.
I know where Jonas is.
In the Quarantine Zone.
This dodger I know,
he took Jonas there.
Says you know him.
Willy G?
Yes.
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