World War Z Page #6

FASSBACH:
Now, the hard part

is seeing the crumbs

for the clues they are.

And sometimes the thing you thought

was the most brutal aspect of the virus

turns out to be the chink in its armor.

JURGEN:
I don't have answers.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

All you can do is find a way to hide.

(BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Gerry?

Are you okay? Where are you, baby?

What's happening?

I love you. I'm sorry.

But you've got to get Thierry now.

I'll find him.

- Thierry! Thierry.

- Excuse me. Karin.

KARIN:
Gerry needs you. I love you.

Gerry? Where are you?

On the last flight out.

Listen, my phone is dying

and I need some quick intel.

You gotta locate the closest

medical research facility.

A C.D.C., a W.H.O.,

something that makes vaccines.

- And the closest airport to it.

- I don't understand.

(SIGHS) No time to explain.

Just make it happen, man.

Okay, okay.

But, Gerry,

I still don't know where you are.

(KNOCKING)

Well, go and find out what he needs.

You're gonna want to take this.

Take it.

Your battery is dead.

We made contact

with Cardiff Airport, Wales.

Your people directed us.

There is W.H.O.

research facility nearby,

but they are not sure

it's still operational.

This is location.

Can we make it?

PILOT:
Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your Captain.

I'm glad to report that

we are on our final approach

to Cardiff Airport in Wales.

All European airports

are under lockdown.

But we have been given

priority status and cleared for landing.

We will be allowed to disembark.

We are very, very lucky.

(DOG BARKING)

(THUDDING)

Hey. Who do you belong to?

(SNARLS)

(FAINT SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING GETTING LOUDER)

What's there?

- (HUSHING)

- What is it?

(WHISPERING) You... Bags.

We need trolley and bags.

(SCREECHING)

(SCREAMS)

(THUD)

(SNARLING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SNARLING)

(SNARLING)

(ALARM BLARING)

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

Bravo 160 heavy.

Emergency descent!

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

(GRUNTING)

Prepare for impact.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(SOFT SNARLING)

(SNARLING)

Got to move.

(SOFT FOOTSTEPS)

(BREATHING HARD)

Come on, come on.

(GERRY GROANS SOFTLY)

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

Give me something good.

TECHNICIAN:
Sir, Cardiff Airport

lost contact with the plane.

Lane is M.I.A. I'm sorry, sir.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS

OVER PA)

WARRANT OFFICER:
Chopper inbound

for immediate relocation.

I say again.

All non-essential personnel

given F-6 status

need to report for immediate relocation.

Ma'am?

Thierry would like a word with you.

Captain, it's only been 48 hours.

He's a resourceful man. There's every

chance he could have survived.

Sir, I gave him my word

we would look after his family.

Yes, sir. I understand.

SOLDIER:
Okay. Let's go. We're good.

(ECHOES OF SNARLING

AND GASPING)

CONNIE:
Daddy!

(ECHOES OF CONNIE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Daddy!

Daddy!

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

BRIT:
You're a tough bastard.

And a lucky one.

Who are you?

(SLURRING)

I came here with a... With a woman.

Is she still...

BRIT:
Who are you?

Why have you come here?

Why do you keep looking at him?

'Cause he's the one in charge.

You know what this place is?

Of course I do. That's why I'm here.

BRIT:
Then you understand

how this must look to us.

JAVIER:
This

is important to you?

- How long have I been out?

- BRIT:
Three days.

Give me the phone.

Just give me the phone.

Give me the God damn phone!

Give me the phone!

As soon as you answer my question.

Call it.

Call the number,

they'll tell you who I am. Call it.

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING)

THIERRY:
Gerry?

- Yeah, I'm here. I'm here.

- My God.

We thought you were dead.

Gerry, where are you?

Thierry, I'm with

a couple of nervous gentlemen.

They need some bona fides

before I can speak with you.

Of course.

This is Thierry Umutoni.

Deputy Secretary-General.

United Nations.

To whom am I speaking?

Where's Karin?

Thierry, why didn't Karin answer?

(STAMMERS)

I'm sorry, Gerry.

I did what I could.

(GROANING)

GERRY:
What does that mean?

You've got to calm down.

No, stop! Stop.

You're going to hurt yourself.

(GROANS)

You're okay.

His family has been sent

to a refugee camp in Nova Scotia.

I'm sure they'll be safe.

Are you? Thierry told you

who I am and what I used to do, right?

Yeah.

Then trust me when

I tell you they're not safe.

I understand how you feel.

- Do you? Yes?

- Yes.

Do you have a family?

- No.

- No.

Then you couldn't possibly understand,

could you?

I lost my son and wife in Rome.

Rather, I lost my son to

something that had once been my wife.

We have all lost someone, Mr. Lane.

In your case, there is hope at least.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Now,

why did you come here?

What do you need from us?

Your worst disease.

(GROWLING)

DR. KELLY:
He wants a what?

Deadly pathogen.

With a high mortality rate.

- But curable.

- Okay, well...

You'd want a bacteria

rather than a virus,

I would think. Typhus?

Meningitis. Scarlet Fever.

DR. KELLY:
Rocky Mountain Fever.

Anyway, excuse me, what's this for?

Mr. Lane believes we can use

such a disease against the undead.

(SCOFFS) I would give you points

for originality, Mr. Lane,

if we hadn't already

tried that, first thing.

One of the many things a virus or

bacteria needs to thrive is a live host.

A functioning circulatory system.

I'm afraid it boils down

to one simple fact...

You can't make a dead person sick.

(SIGHS)

It's not for them.

It's for us.

I believe these things have a weakness.

And that weakness is weakness.

- Our weakness.

- (SNARLING)

I have witnessed them

literally bypass people.

Walk right around them like

a river around a rock. Why?

I think, because those people were sick.

I think they were terminal.

And these things could sense it.

I think they're spreading a pathogen,

and they need a healthy host.

But even if you're right, I mean,

infecting the populace

with a lethal illness

is not exactly a cure.

It's not a cure. It's camouflage.

It's camouflage.

There's a natural precedent.

Hungry predators

will avoid diseased bodies.

Equipped with the right pathogen,

our troops

would be essentially

invisible to the enemy.

You understand the only way

to prove this theory of yours is

for some idiot to infect themselves

with a lethal pathogen and then...

(BANGING)

...meet with her, face to face.

(SNORTS)

Yes.

Do we have what we need to try it?

DR. KELLY:
We have all he could want.

Typhus, H1N1, SARS.

The problem is,

they're all stored in B-Wing.

What's the matter with B-Wing?

BRIT:
Dr. Spellman.

Our chief vaccinologist.

Within hours of the outbreak,

he'd been sent blood samples

to try and isolate the pathogenic cause.

Unfortunately...

This is B-Wing now.

(SIGHS)

(MUTTERING) God damn it.

How many?

How many are there?

There were 80 people working there.

I've never seen them move like that.

BRIT:
They're dormant.

They're awaiting stimulus.

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