Zombie Massacre Page #2

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Give up, my friend.

Women are never very

talkative people like us.

Deep down, they know we can

show them paradise

beneath the sheets,

and they feel it

in their guts.

( chuckling )

Give up?

Me?

Are you kidding?

Right.

What do you say,

princess?

How about you and me

get something on

together...

between the sheets?

Oh!

#

man on PA:
All soldiers get ready

for evacuation.

Who the hell is this guy?

Good flight, Lieutenant?

Let's not waste

any more time.

We let you in

from here.

( screen beeping )

You'll be escorted up to

the security

containment perimeter.

Once inside, you're on

your own.

Mmm.

Just the way I like it.

The bomb will be

primed by our engineers.

You will need to get as close

as possible to the reactor

and get there

as quickly as you can.

Why don't we

go in through there?

It looks a damn sight

easier to me.

It's too risky.

That's the most

populated area,

hence the more likely to be polluted

with the infected.

It gets better and better.

Obviously,

the area you'll pass through

should be considered safer,

but not safe,

so watch your backs.

Be on alert

at all times.

You'll take this

side street,

which leads directly to

the nuclear power plant.

Should everything go as planned

once the bomb is placed,

you'll have about an

hour to get back to this base.

One hour?

Bloody hell.

And what happens

if you're late?

The school bus will

come and collect us?

Here, you will find a helicopter

waiting to take you to

a safe military depot.

There you will be

held until the dust

from the explosion

is settled.

Only at that point...

will the mission be classed

as accomplished.

The answer to your

question, Mr. Ilic...

...if you are late...

you die.

Considering the sum

we're paying you,

a delay

cannot be accepted.

Oh, talking about money.

( computer beeping )

Carter:
As we agreed,

one million now,

the rest once the mission

is accomplished.

Any questions?

Very well.

Mr. Stone, if you please.

( computer beeping )

I hope at least

you care about

this mission, Lieutenant.

Should the virus propagate,

it would be the end.

You must move quickly,

place the bomb

and get out.

It must be made to look

like a terrible accident.

The power plant explodes,

the Rojznov

inhabitants die.

Their country mourns

their loss

and the United States

share in their sorrow.

Nobody will know

any different.

This is your mission.

Im sure you fully

comprehend the situation.

Im not here to comprehend

anything, General.

Im here

for my daughter.

Of course.

You have my word,

you will

hug your daughter

once the mission is accomplished.

The case will be closed,

all files will be lost.

You'll have

a new beginning, Jack.

Don't try to pull

any smart moves.

We will be watching your

every step via satellite.

Accomplish the mission

and you'll be

a free man.

#

( gate screeching )

( engine rattling )

( gate screeching )

This doesn't look good.

What did you expect?

Balloons and bouquets?

( beeping )

John:
Abandon all hope...

ye who enters here.

( crow cawing )

( cawing )

( birds squawking )

Dragan:
I still don't understand

what Im supposed

to be shooting.

Are they

people or what?

Oh... come on, Dragan.

Does it make

a difference anyway?

Don't tell me you've...

developed a conscience

since we last worked together.

Just trying to make conversation,

considering our

chief, and this one here,

talking is going to be

the hardest part

of the mission.

You talk enough

for everyone, Dragan.

Say that again?

If everything goes

according to plan,

we won't have to

shoot anybody.

We go in, we drop the bomb,

we get out

and forget about this place.

What a bummer.

Eh, Dragan?

I bet you were

looking forward

to blowing the heads off

some poor, innocent

women and children,

like you guys do...

in that shitty country

of yours.

Right?

Why don't you go

and f*** yourself

with a Viking helmet?

( crow cawing )

So what brings

you here, chief?

No offense.

But you do not

look like one of us.

You look more like...

one of those

Mr. Nice Guys

that helps little old ladies

across the street.

The only

difference is...

you got muscle.

It has nothing

to do with money

if that's what you're asking,

soldier.

Come on, man.

We're all in

this sh*t together.

The least you can do

is tell us what brought you

into this f***ing mess.

I was promised

a clear criminal record.

I bring home the mission...

and they cancel

my conviction.

Conviction for what?

Stealing a candy?

Leave him alone,

Dragan.

Come on, chief.

What did you do?

Everything is

allowed in war.

Well, almost.

Let's share

some secrets, huh?

Want to know what was

the worst thing

I did during a mission?

Will you shut

your big mouth?

All right.

Have a go.

I jerked off on a goat.

Jesus f***ing Christ,

Dragan.

Do not swear.

#

#

( woman screaming in distance )

( gunshots )

( woman screaming )

( heart beating )

#

There's something wrong.

You can hear

a pin drop.

McKellen,

open the gate.

And you two stay on board.

Hey, what the hell

he's doing?

( beeping )

( gate creaking )

The first lesson

of the perfect bomber:

always save the explosion

'til the very last.

Come on, man,

where is the fun?

Would you cut

the bullshit?

We're sitting on

a prime nuclear weapon.

It's best we get

going, then.

#

Carter, you remember me?

Im the president

of the United States.

I'm on my farm here in Texas

and instead of playing golf

or whatever,

f***ing some hookers,

uh, I think about you,

and not in a good way.

I hope everything is okay.

Yes, Mr. President.

Everything is

going as planned.

Any press around,

whatever,

I don't want another

CNN feature about me.

And, Carter, don't

f*** it up again,

as in Korea and Vietnam,

almost in

the Second World War.

You remember your father

almost lost the whole war.

No, sir.

There won't be

any problems.

I assure you.

Everything

will go as planned.

Okay, go back to your work,

just forget it.

And maybe I just

push the red button

and blow it all up.

Bye.

#

Dragan, get to position

and keep your eye

on everything.

Don't shoot unless

absolutely necessary,

and please...

( door closing )

...don't f*** it up.

No worry, chief.

This what

I do for a living.

And what might

that be?

F***ing things up?

( chuckling )

#

McKellen, you take

care of the bomb.

Eden and I will

patrol the area

to make sure there's

no surprises.

Come on.

Let's get out of here ASAP.

Just give me

five more minutes, chief,

and we'll be strolling away

from this shithouse.

Happy as

a pig in sh*t.

And rich.

And filthy rich!

#

( gun cocking )

( mumbling )

( beeping )

( beeping )

( beeping )

What the f***?

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Chief!

John?

I don't believe it.

Im gonna kill that

son of a b*tch.

You want to tell me what

the f***'s going on?

John:
We're screwed.

We are royally

screwed.

That's

what's going on.

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