Retreat Page #3

- Those need cutting.

I'm your man.

Have you been in the Army long?

I signed up when I was 18.

So that's... six, seven years.

Six or seven years.

I saw that scar on your arm.

No, that was just

a friendly disagreement, that.

I wondered if it was painful.

Are you married?

I was, once. Yeah.

No kids?

Didn't get the chance.

Why's that?

The disease saw to that.

Oh.

What was she like?

Your wife.

She...

She'd been through a lot.

Tried to put a brave face on it,

but really she was just fragile.

Probably deserving of a better man.

Slim, petite.

Dark skin, dark hair.

She was beautiful.

She was funny, too.

Sounds nice.

She was out of my league, really.

Oh... I wouldn't say that.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Ow.

- What were you doing?

- I was just...

- Oh, my God!

- Were you trying to be nice?

- You're breaking my arm.

- To get the gun?

Or were you just desperate?

How long has it been, Kate?

How long has it been

since he gave you what you want?

- Please... Ow!

- It's all right.

Just a friendly disagreement.

But mention my wife again

and it won't be. Understand?

I'm sorry.

If I really wanted

what's in your pants,

I'd just take it.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I read your little article, too.

I wouldn't leave that sh*t lying around

if I were you.

He really doesn't know you

at all, does he?

I need to tell you something.

I... haven't...

been honest with you.

I...

I stopped taking the pill.

That's how I got pregnant.

It wasn't an accident.

You kept saying you weren't ready.

I'm sorry.

-This is all my fault.

I'm so...

- I love you.

- I love you.

We'll fix this.

Kate and I are leaving now, Jack.

We're gonna risk it outside...

because we just really need

to see our families.

But we don't want any more trouble.

You're a f***in' piece of work,

you, aren't you?

Hm?

Have you told him?

Why don't you tell Martin what I read?

He knows everything.

Everything.

I see.

It's over, Jack.

I'm just going to take

those boards down,

and we're gonna take our stuff

and we're gonna go.

- Please, no! Please!

- Move!

- Kate!

- Over there!

Get down. Down on the floor.

On your knees!

Go ahead.

Face on the floor.

Put your face on the floor.

Martin...

Repeat after me.

We aren't going anywhere.

- Say it!

- Say it!

- We are not going anywhere.

We are not... going anywhere. Please...

It's just the three of us.

- It's OK, Kate. It's OK.

- Say it.

- It's just the three of us.

- Martin...

- It's OK.

Please...

You had the chance to leave

and you didn't take it.

Morning.

Do you want to make me

some breakfast, sweetheart?

It's all ready for you.

Did you write in this?

Yeah.

A journalist and an architect.

"Will never forget this place.

"Will be back.

"Oh, yes, we will be back."

That was back in 2002.

- Drop it! Drop it!

Kate, drop it. It's OK, it's OK.

- Drop it or I'll blow his f***in' head off!

- Don't f***ing touch him!

Why would you do that?!

I'm just trying to be f***ing civil!

- We know what you are!

- Yeah? Do you wanna tell me?

- Jack...

- Tell me what I am!

She's f***ing scared, man!

For f***'s sake!

She's f***ing scared, man.

Is it that f***ing hard

for us all just to f***ing get along?!

Is it?!

Out! Move!

- Are they dry yet?

- Yeah. Almost. Almost done, I think.

He's coming.

Quick! Stow it.

Both of you downstairs.

- What for?

- Downstairs!

Move!

Come on.

- Pick it up!

- Martin.

- What's wrong with him?

- Just give me a second.

- He's having an asthma attack.

- Just a minute.

- Honey, where's your inhaler?

- Bedroom.

- Uh-uh! We all go.

Give the man a f***in' hand.

It's OK. It's OK.

Put your hands up!

Hands up where I can see 'em!

Put your hands up!

Where'd you put the inhaler?

Bathroom?

Stop! Wait!

Move.

Put your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air!

Put your f***ing hands up!

OK. Take the gun, Kate.

- What?

- Take the gun.

- Let go, Jack.

- Hm?

Let the f***ing gun go.

Let it go.

- You've been outside.

- Yeah, and I saw Doug's body

- and his wife's body!

- I told you people were here.

- Who did that, Jack?

- I told you...

- It's empty.

OK. I got him.

Just come back towards me.

Back you come.

Keep coming. Keep going.

- You finally took control, then?

- Stop talking to me.

He didn't strike me as a man

with a gun, but I bet you like that.

- She likes a man with a gun.

- Shut the f*** up! Shut up!

Huh?

That's not bad for an architect.

Just keep going.

What are you gonna do now, huh?

What's your big f***in' plan?

You have no idea, do you?

You're gonna shoot me?

Martin.

Stop it!

I would f***ing do it.

I knew you had it in you.

Good for you.

Good for you.

All right. We're going to tie him up.

Tie him.

That's a good idea there.

- Hands behind your back.

- Turn around!

- You f***in' people...

- Put your hands behind your back.

- You're doing a good job.

- Tie him up!

Martin.

- That's it.

That's the first symptom.

He's got it.

He's got the f***ing disease.

There is no f***ing disease!

Martin! Oh, my God!

I f***in' told you!

Does that look like

f***in' asthma to you?!

He's been outside. He's got the disease.

Get the door open, Kate.

- What have you done to him?

- Nothing.

He went outside and breathed the air

when I told him not to!

Jack, please, get him some help.

- This is all the help he's gonna need.

- You f***! No!

Oh, f***.

You don't want Kate

to have to see you like this.

I'll tell her you went quickly.

Yeah?

Won't be long till it's just the two of us.

He needs help.

We need to get him help!

Oh, yeah? You think someone out there

is gonna help us? Huh?

You go out there and it's bam! Yeah?

Put your hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

- He's not dying here.

- We're already dead!

From the moment...

- You killed him.

Martin... Martin.

Martin...

I'm gonna get us help.

I'm gonna find a way. OK?

- And we're gonna get out of here.

This is Fairweather Cottage.

Blackholme Island.

There are three people known...

to be dead,

and there's one ser... seriously injured.

This is an urgent call for help.

This is Blackholme Island,

Fairweather Cottage.

We need help.

There are three people known...

Jack.

We don't care what's out there.

We... we don't want to die here.

The disease isn't outside.

It's in here.

It's right here.

You liar!

Agh!

Who the f*** are you?

And I want the truth.

My husband's dying.

Tell me.

They gave me a choice.

Do time in prison,

or go to a military hospital.

At the hospital

they started testing these new drugs.

I was a lab rat.

They lied to me!

And they filled me full of this sh*t.

They gave me this fatal f***in' disease.

They gave it to me.

- You escaped?

- No.

Then they just let me walk away.

They made a mistake.

They discharged me

when they shouldn't have done.

Then my wife came

by the training centre to pick me up.

How was I supposed to know

I was contagious?

I gave it to her.

I gave it to my wife.

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