Residue Page #3

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

of a surprise then, would it?

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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