RESIDENT EVILWritten byZach Cregger and Shay Hatten
INT. HOSPITAL - DUSK
The automatic lobby doors slide open and in strides BRYAN (30’s, casual). Slung over his shoulder is a REFRIGERATED COOLER. He steps to the counter and flashes a laminated tag.BRYANGot a B-7.CLERKThrough there.BRYANThanks.
INT. TRAUMA WING - CONTINUOUS
Bryan ambles through swinging double doors and moves down a hallway buzzing with the usual activity of a trauma center. He tries to lock eyes with a passing nurse.BRYANGot a B-7.She shuffles past. He tries someone else.BRYAN(CONT'D)B-7 here. You know where I can...They also pay him no mind, ducking into a doorway.BRYAN(CONT'D)Goddamnit.He stops and does a slow circle, holding up his little cooler bag by the strap.BRYAN(CONT'D)Hello? B-7 here! Anyone order a heart or a liver or whatever this is? Anyone? Seems kinda impor--DOCTORHey! Bryan turns to see a DOCTOR in a white coat approaching.DOCTOR(CONT'D)This was supposed to be here an hour ago! What took you so long?
2.BRYANI came straight here man. They gave me the--DOCTORHere. Give.The doctor snatches the cooler and is already striding away with it.BRYANUhhh... Someone has to sign for that! Hello?The doctor disappears into a room without looking back.BRYAN(CONT'D)Asshole.
INT. LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER
Bryan leans on the counter as the clerk looks over his clipboard.CLERKI can’t sign for receipt of delivery because I’m not the one who received the delivery.BRYANI know that. I’m saying the doctor who took the delivery just walked off. So what am I supposed to do?CLERKGet him to sign it.BRYANHe’s back there putting whatever it was I gave him into whoever it is that needs it. You want me to walk into the operating room and hand him a pen? CLERKThen, you’ll have to wait til he’s out.BRYANYo. You know how long transplant surgery takes? That’s gonna be hours. Anyone can sign it. Doesn’t have to be him.
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3.CLERKThen why don’t you sign it? He glares at her. His eyes drift down to her name tag.ANDREA.BRYANHave a lovely evening.She smiles joylessly at him. He turns and shuffles back toward the exit, grumbling to himself.BRYAN(CONT'D)Stuck up grouchy...He checks over his shoulder to see that she’s not watching, raises his clipboard and scrawls ‘Andrea’ onto the signatory line on his paperwork, smiling to himself when...STAFFER (O.S.)Hey! Courier!Bryan whirls around like a child caught stealing.BRYANI wasn’t...A STAFFER in scrubs has emerged from the back room.STAFFERThank god. Thought you left. You got time for another run?BRYANUhh... I’m actually pretty much wrapped up for the night.STAFFERReally? It’s outside the zone so it pays double.BRYAN(big smile)I can do that.
INT. MEDICAL BACKROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The staffer hands Bryan some paperwork. Another REFRIGERATED COOLER BAG rests on the table.
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4.SCRUBS GUYIt’s a Schedule A so it’s top priority. No stops, got it?BRYANYeah man. Cool. Where’s it going?SCRUBS GUYRaccoon City General.BRYANDamn. That’s far.SCRUBS GUYYeah it’s up in the mountains so-- oh shit I didn’t ask. Are you outfitted for winter conditions? BRYANUhh... Sure. Yeah I grew up driving to my Grandma’s in Minnesota so it’s all good.SCRUBS GUYNot what I’m asking. If your vehicle isn’t outfitted with chains and four wheel drive I need to call another--BRYANI got you. No sweat. Bryan flashes a big salesman’s smile.CUT TO --
EXT. SNOWY MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
Bryan’s extremely unequipped car SKIDS down the mountain road on unchained tires amidst howling winds and blinding snow. He rounds a bend and the car SLIDES SIDEWAYS before finding its grip.
INT. BRYAN’S CAR - NIGHT
Bryan clutches the wheel tight, laser focused. The REFRIGERATED COOLER in the passenger seat also lurches forward as he hits another slide ---- but Bryan shoots out a hand to hold it in place.
4.
5.BRYANThis shit is icy as hell, damn.A woman’s voice, ASHLEY, pipes up through the bluetooth.ASHLEY (O.S.)What?BRYANTalking to myself.ASHLEY (O.S.)Can you talk to
me
please? I asked you a question.BRYANI know. I’m thinking. ASHLEY (O.S.)Well if you need time to think then that’s the answer then. You just gave me the answer.BRYANI didn’t just give you the answer baby because I haven’t...
answered
you yet!ASHLEY (O.S.)Ok so answer then.BRYANBaby I... I support whatever you decide to do. Your body your choice.(beat)That’s my answer. He waits for a reply.BRYAN(CONT'D)Hello?ASHLEY (O.S.)That’s not an answer.BRYANHow is that not an answer? That’s the best answer I could--ASHLEY (O.S.)That means you don’t want to keep it.
5.
6.BRYANIt means I want to support
your
decision!ASHLEY (O.S.)If you wanted to keep it you’d say
“Ashley I love you and nothing would make me happier than to--”
Her audio drops out.BRYANBabe?His car slides again.BRYAN(CONT'D)Shit!(regains control)Ashley?ASHLEY (O.S.)--but that’s not what you’re saying. And that’s the answer then. So cool. I see where you’re at. And I’m gonna stay with my sister for a bit I think.BRYANBaby don’t do that. Don’t do that.ASHLEY (O.S.)And you don’t even care enough to come home and have this conversation face to face. You’re off running around doing whatever--BRYANSeriously? I’m working! I’m making money! ASHLEY (O.S.)Uh huh. I thought you got off at 10.BRYANI did and then they needed me for... You do know that I don’t deliver pizzas right? This is someone’s life here.He looks down at the cooler by his side.
6.
7.BRYAN(CONT'D)This could be some eight year old boy’s heart! Or someone’s mom’s brain or--ASHLEY (O.S.)You’re stupid. Bryan takes a deep angry breath. Long exhale.
Stay calm.
BRYANBaby don’t go to your sister’s. I’ll be home in about two hours. We can talk about it. I’m not saying I don’t want to keep it. I’m just saying... it’s a lot to process. I’ve had this information for about three hours and I need to just... take a beat and let it sink in. That’s all... I love you. And it’s scary but... fuck it. Life has some scary shit in it. Maybe that’s OK. You know? So... Goddammit. Fuck it, let’s do it. Let’s have it! AAUGHH!! This is crazy but I want to have it! I can’t believe I just said that! Oh my God I’m gonna be a dad!Silence.BRYAN(CONT'D)Baby?Silence.ASHLEY (O.S.)...and you’re out there running around like a--BRYANWait, did you hear what I--ASHLEY (O.S.)--I can’t even hear you--BRYANHear me now?ASHLEY (O.S.)--This fucking guy is--He looks at his phone. No bars.
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50.BRYANDid they drop it or something?!PAULINEIt’s not important if they dropped it or not! Accidents happen! It could have happened to anyone! It’s slippery in a lab! You know how often they have to clean the floors in those places?BRYANIt was you wasn’t it?PAULINE
Here’s what’s important!
Everything that’s happened to this town? Everything you’ve seen? All of that has happened in the last
two hours!
That’s how fast this thing works! So I’m sure you can understand what would happen if this spreads to the rest of the world. That’s why it’s so important that we get this to the lab immediately. There. Look.Pauline points out the window. Through the snow, Bryan can make out the tower of the HOSPITAL, the tallest building in town. PAULINE(CONT'D)There’s a team currently operating in a safe and contained facility on the top floor of Raccoon City General Hospital. They’re waiting for this. If we can get this to them, they can turn this into a cure and we have a shot at actually neutralizing this outbreak.Max slows the car to a stop.PAULINE(CONT'D)What are you doing? Why are you stopping?Ahead, STREETLIGHTS shine down on a horrid scene. A stretch of road that is blocked by a mob of infected.
EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS
A dozen infected BLOCK THE ROAD.
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51.Two men FUSED AT THE TORSO, rolling back and forth, unable to stand. A woman with a RED TENTACLE erupting from the center of her face that slaps at the street around her.PAULINEPlow through them!Max shifts into park.MAXIt’s not a
tank.
We have to clear it. Stay here.Max throws open his door.PAULDon’t get out!BRYANYo where you going?*Max steps out and paces toward the infected.Bryan and Pauline watch as
Max, all business, cleans house. He raises his pistol -- BLAM!
Headshot.
Another zombie rushes him but he whirls expertly -- BLAM! Headshot. He keeps pivoting as more come at him -- BLAM BLAM BLAM,
headshot, headshot, headshot!
BRYAN(CONT'D)Holy shit, he’s really good at this.PAULINEYeah that was fucking cool.Max whirls again -- BLAM! The last groaning zombie hits the street. Suddenly Max goes rigid and turns away from them. Something in the mist has caught his attention.PAULINE(CONT'D)What’s he... what is this, now?Max waits a long beat and then levels his gun at something we can’t see and steps into the darkness.BRYANWhoa whoa whoa, where’s he...?Max is gone.
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52.Pauline and Bryan watch and wait... No sound but the wind in the trees.They sit rigid, studying the swirling dark.BRYAN(CONT'D)Where the hell did he go? Why did he do that?PAULINEI don’t know...BRYANDid he just fucking leave us?They wait longer.PAULINEI’m sure he’s fine right? I mean you saw how he lit those guys up? He’s great at this stuff.Still nothing... just the eerie whistle of wind.PAULINE(CONT'D)Let’s go.BRYAN
Let’s go?
Pauline points at the cooler.PAULINE
This
is my responsibility. Alright? To get
this
to
that building
. Not you. Not him. If he’s not coming back we have to keep moving, it’s what he’d want.BRYAN
What he’d want?
What is wrong with you? You’re talking about him like he’s dead? He just left! PAULINEWell where is he?BRYANI don’t know! He might be thirty feet away! Give him a beat! Jesus. Beat.
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53.Again they lean toward the windshield. Listening. Studying.No sound.Seconds feel like years.BRYAN(CONT'D)I think you’re right, I think we gotta go, it’s the responsible choice.PAULIt’s what he would --BRYAN(CONT'D)Right, it’s what he would want us to do.*Pauline climbs over into the driver seat -- then pauses.PAULINEWhere are the keys?Pauline checks the ignition, feels under the seat.BRYANThey have to be somewhere.PAULINEWell they’re not --(realizing)Goddamnit! He took them! Does he not trust us?! That asshole!A beat as they both consider the situation, then...PAULINE(CONT'D)One of us has to go out there.BRYANGo out...
there?
Into hell? Really?PAULINEWe can’t just sit here. Am I wrong? BRYANCan you call like another Max guy?PAULINEThere’s no other Max’s! That’s the Max! That’s the only one!Bryan thinks.He cranes to look behind him, and sees -- a heavy BLACK CASE in the trunk. He grabs it, hauls it into the seat, and snaps it open to reveal...
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54.ANOTHER MP5.BRYANGun.PAULINEHuh?Pauline turns and looks at the case. BRYANThere’s a big gun here.PAULINEWell? What are you waiting for? Go!BRYANI don’t know anything about guns!PAULINEI don’t either!Another beat of hesitation from Bryan, then --BRYANGoddamnit...Bryan grabs a CLIP, and tries to slide it into the gun but can’t figure out how it goes in.PAULINEWhat are you doing?BRYANI’m trying to figure this shit out!PAULINEOh would you just -- flip it around!Bryan flips it over.PAULINE(CONT'D)No, not over,
around. Like --
Bryan flips it around and SLIDES IT IN.PAULINE(CONT'D)Yes, like that -- Yes!Bryan fumbles for the safety of the gun.PAULINE(CONT'D)What are you--
54.
55.BRYANI’m looking for the safety! They all have the safety in different places, man, it’s confusing! Wait, here it is --He flicks off the safety and triumphantly cocks the gun and --BLAM! The gun goes off, firing into the dashboard. They both grab their ears.PAULINEJesus! What are you doing, you don’t shoot a gun in a car!BRYANI didn’t do it intentionally! I’m not a gun guy! Have I not been clear about that?!PAULINEYou could’ve shot through the engine block! Then what kinda trouble would we be in?Bryan takes a breath and throws open the door.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Bryan steps out, slinging the strap of the gun over his shoulder. He looks toward the swirling darkness where Max disappeared. BRYANShit... Okay... Come on... You got this.He paces forward......moving at an agonizingly slow pace. One foot... then another... then anoth--HONK!Bryan JUMPS out of his skin and whirls around.Pauline is shooing him onwards through the windshield.BRYAN(CONT'D)
I’m fucking going! Don’t honk the fucking horn!
Bryan turns back toward the dark and moves deeper in.
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56.Swirls of mist... and nothing. No monsters, no Max.Deeper in he comes upon a shape. A body lying prone.BRYAN(CONT'D)Max!He takes another step closer.BRYAN(CONT'D)Max!Another step and the view becomes clear.Max is extremely dead. His bowels spread across the pavement.Bryan gags and clamps a hand over his mouth.BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh fuck...Bryan spins in a panicked circle, aiming at the mist around him, but there’s no sign of anything.He turns back to the body and sees... ...the KEYRING is clipped onto the belt of Max’s uniform. So close. Inches away. Bryan creeps toward him... reaching a cautious hand.His fingers tremble... HOOONK!Another blare of the car horn. Bryan JUMPS again and whirls back toward the headlights.BRYAN(CONT'D)YO! STOP! I’M DOING IT!Silence.Bryan, muttering to himself, leans toward Max again......and Max’s body abruptly SLIDES four feet away from him, then stops.
Something is pulling him further into the mist.
Bryan hesitates. BRYAN(CONT'D)Uhhh....
56.
57.The body slides again deeper into the dark. Bryan takes a frightened step after it. The keys still glinting within reach. He eyes them, sitting there. Four feet away. Ready to be grabbed. He looks up at the swirling dark beyond Max’s body. Push in on Bryan as he gathers all of his courage--BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuck it.He turns and speed walks back toward the headlights.HOOONK! HOOOOOOONK!BRYAN(CONT'D)I’m coming!HONK. HONK. HOOOOONK. HONK! HONK!The honking growing more insistent, frantic, and a snatch of a YELL in the wind --PAULINE
...help!
BRYANShit...Bryan starts to run. His view through the mist clears to reveal...The car. PAULINE is being pulled by the legs out the passenger window by a FLESHY TENTACLE that has wrapped around her ankle.PAULINEHELP ME!She pounds the horn.Bryan looks down the length of the tentacle to where it disappears into the mist.He can just make out a hint of RED in the fog... The DRESS of the Pedestrian Monster. It steps out of the shadows and stares at him.BRYANOh fuck...PAULINESHOOT IT! Please shoot it!
57.
58.Bryan aims at the monster. Then the tentacle wrapped around Pauline’s leg. Which part should he shoot?PAULINE(CONT'D)JUST SHOOT --Bryan squeezes the trigger, and the gun jumps to life, bucking and spraying wildly.POPOPOPOPOP -- Little spurts of blood erupt on the monster.The tentacle RELEASES Pauline and retracts.Pauline falls to the ground, then pushes herself up and starts to run toward Bryan.BRYANThe cooler! Get the cooler!Pauline freezes, debating for a second -- then darts back toward the car.The tentacle of the creature flails toward her again.POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP -- Brian sprays the gun again and the tentacle recoils.Pauline reaches through the window, grabs the cooler and runs toward a side street.BRYAN(CONT'D)COME ON!
EXT. ALLEY - MOMENTS LATER
Bryan and Pauline huff around a bend and find themselves in a narrow alley. They make their way toward the rear, no sign yet of the monstrosity but they can hear its approaching shrieks.BRYANFuck me!They sprint past dumpsters and steaming vents. They round another corner and push down an even narrower passage until they come to a heavy WROUGHT IRON GATE held shut by a CHAIN and PADLOCK. BRYAN(CONT'D)Really?
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59.PAULINEWhat are you doing, just shoot it! Shoot the lock out!BRYANThat doesn’t work! I’m telling you!MONSTER (O.S.)GRAAAAAAAUUGHHH!!The monster’s shadow appears at the mouth of the passage behind them.BRYANOh shit...Bryan looks at the lock. Fuck this. He pulls at the gate, and sees that the chain is loose enough to allow for a narrow but perhaps navigable gap.PAULINEThank you!Pauline wriggles through first without asking. PAULINE(CONT'D)Come on!Bryan follows, shoving himself through headfirst, but is snagged around the torso.
He forgot to unstrap the MP5 and it’s caught on the bars!
Pauline sprints on down the alley but Bryan is stuck halfway through. Head in, ass out. Vulnerable as hell with his back to the MONSTER WHICH IS NOW ROUNDING THE CORNER.BRYANOh fuck...Bryan cranes to see the monstrosity. It lurches toward them.Bryan manages to pull his body through the gap but the gun is still wedged in the bars. He pulls uselessly at the strap.The monster barrels forward. BRYAN(CONT'D)AAAAAAaaaahhh!!!Bryan stops struggling. Somehow a moment of clarity descends. He looks down to the MP5 and gently twists it vertically. The gun effortlessly slides through the bars.
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60.
He’s free.
PAULINECOME ON, COME ON!Bryan runs toward Pauline, not even looking back as the monster smashes into the iron gate. Ahead of them is a dead end. Brick walls on all sides.PAULINE(CONT'D)We’re fucked! We’re so fucked!BRYANTHERE!Pauline kneels over a MANHOLE COVER. She tries to pry it up and gives up immediately.Bryan drops to his knees and shoves the barrel of his gun into the hole. He uses the gun like a crowbar, leveraging the lid up from its cradle. BRYAN(CONT'D)Grab it!!!Pauline squats and pulls at the cover, wrenching it aside.Behind them, the monster bends the bars of the gate, straining to wriggle through, but it’s too large. Pauline and Bryan look down into the dark of the sewer below. PAULINEI really have a hard time with dark enclosed--Bryan ignores her and slides down into the black.
INT. SEWER - CONTINUOUS
SPLASH! Bryan collapses into the tunnel, a foot of filthy water surges around him. A beat later, Pauline lands beside him.They pick themselves up and push deeper in. A few yards and it’s almost pitch black in here.Bryan gags and pulls his coat over his nose.BRYANCan’t see shit in here...
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61.PAULINEHold on...*bink* -- Pauline’s flashlight pops on.They trudge through the heavy sludge. Pauline slings the cooler over her
shoulder. Bryan does likewise with the MP5.After about twenty yards they pause. Pauline shines her light back the way they came.No sound of the monster. Only their breathing and trickling water. They look back toward the tunnel ahead of them.BRYANPlease be going the right way... Please.Bryan presses forwards but after a few steps realizes Pauline hasn’t moved. He turns back.BRYAN(CONT'D)What?Pauline eyes him blankly.BRYAN(CONT'D)What?? Let’s go!PAULINE(oddly calm)This cooler strap is digging into my shoulder in a weird way.BRYAN
What?
PAULINELet’s trade.Pauline points to the gun in Bryan’s hands.PAULINE(CONT'D)Cooler for gun? BRYANSure whatever.Bryan steps back to Pauline, unslinging the gun. He hands it over and Pauline snatches it up ---- and immediately jumps back, aiming it at Bryan.
61.
62.PAULINEDon’t fucking move! Don’t try anything! Show me your arm!Bryan looks down and sees that the infection is showing on his wrist.BRYANOK, just hang on a sec--PAULINE
You’re infected!
BRYANWait -- wait! Pauline’s not listening. She plants the gun on her shoulder and aims it at Bryan’s head.Bryan hoists the cooler up in front of his face. Pauline lowers her aim down to his belly. Bryan adjusts.PAULINEStop that!BRYANFuck you! Don’t shoot me!PAULINEFuck you! You’re gonna eat me!Pauline aims back at his face and again Bryan raises the cooler.BRYANPauline! Wait! It’s a cure, right?! If we get it to the hospital before I turn, I could save myself.PAULINEYou’re never gonna make it in time.BRYANWe don’t know that! This happened like an hour ago, and I’m still me.Is he getting through? Pauline looks conflicted.BRYAN(CONT'D)Please... Please. My girlfriend... she’s pregnant. I just want the chance to be there when my kid is born.
62.
63.Pauline hesitates. Bryan looks at her, pleading. BRYAN(CONT'D)Please, just let me have that chance.Pauline softens.
Did it work? Is she gonna--
Then she clenches her jaw and raises the gun back toward his face and PULLS THE TRIGGER.Bryan squeezes his eyes shut. Nothing happens.Pauline tries again. Nothing.PAULINE
Where’s the safety? Where’s the fucking safety on this?
BRYAN
I’m not fucking telling you!
*BLURRRRP*.
From deep in the tunnel comes a hideous belching noise. They freeze.
Whatever that was, it was big.
BRYAN(CONT'D)What the fu--BLUUUURRRRP.Bryan gestures to Pauline.BRYAN(CONT'D)Gun.No argument, Pauline shoves the gun into Bryan’s hands and scoots behind him, peering out.Bryan flicks the safety off.BRYAN(CONT'D)Light.Pauline shines her light forwards but it only offers a few yards of visibility.
BLUUUUUUUURRRRP.
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64.PAULINEOh what the fuck is that, seriously?They inch forward and come to a T-junction. Bryan looks left. Darkness. He looks right and...Fifty yards away, pale blue light pours down through a grate. Sitting perfectly still in center of the tunnel beneath it is a LARGE, OBESE NAKED MAN.He sits like a toddler, with his legs spread before him, arms at his sides and a slack stupid expression on his face. He’s CHALK-PALE, and HAIRLESS from head to toe. His presence here feels impossible. Almost like a hallucination.Pauline clamps a hand over her mouth fighting a gag.Bryan stands rigid, aiming his gun at the fat man. Struggling to make sense of what he’s looking at.The man makes no motion except to take a ragged uneven breath every few seconds. He’s definitely alive. His enormous WHITE BELLY SEEMS TO SPASM, whether it’s from inhalation or something else is impossible to know.Bryan takes a step closer.BRYANUh... Hello?PAULINE(whispers)
Don’t talk to him!
Bryan ignores her and moves closer.The man’s eyes are shut and his chin rests on his chest, as if he’s nodded off. His huge man-boobs slump toward either limp arm and his giant belly hangs over his lap. BRYANSir?PAULINE
Just shoot him!
Something in the belly PULSES and Bryan and Pauline freeze.
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65.BRYANOh shit.Bryan notices on the wall beside him, IRON RUNGS forming a LADDER. He cranes and sees that they lead up through a concrete chute above.
A way out?
He looks from the ladder back to the fat man.BRYAN(CONT'D)Yo, are you okay ma--
*SPLUUUURRSH!!!*
The fat man’s BELLY SWELLS AND EXPLODES and from within come forth a torrent of...RATS.In a river they come bounding across the fat man’s legs and straight for Bryan and Pauline. As they approach we see that these are not ordinary sewer rats but PALE HAIRLESS MUTATED RATS, with wiry knotted tails that jut from their bodies in uneven tangles. PAULINEOh GOD!Bryan doesn’t even think. He raises the gun and--PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PAPPRATS EXPLODE and trip over themselves in the CARNAGE of GUNFIRE -- but there’s TOO MANY OF THEM.More of them still surge out of the obese man’s belly. He throws back his head and MOANS in ecstasy as the rats pore of his guts.BRYANCOME ON, THE LADDER!Pauline and Bryan HAUL ASS toward the ladder, running up a small concrete ramp.Pauline’s foot SLIPS out from under her and she GOES DOWN hard. She tries to pull herself up but the rats swarm all over her.She holds out a hand to Bryan.
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66.PAULINEHELP ME! HE--Her cry is cut off by a rat SQUIRMING INTO HER MOUTH.We see her throat BULGE as the rat goes down her trachea.Still more rats swarm over Pauline toward Bryan. In seconds Pauline is completely subsumed by the squirming mass.Bryan aims his gun at the horde of rats and squeezes the trigger, UNLOADING the rest of the cartridge, screaming, spraying it back and forth until it’s empty.The mist of blood and smoke thins. He’s SHREDDED THEM ALL. He gunned the herd of rats into goo.Pauline’s corpse, riddled with gunfire, is in the middle of the mess, one hand still reaching out limply.BRYANHoly... holy shit.But then there’s MOVEMENT in the carnage. RAT CHUNKS SPROUT TENDRILS. Tendrils find tendrils. The array of gore begins to slide into itself and COALESCE.Bryan fights the urge to vomit as the dead rats begin to merge with Pauline’s corpse to create --BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuck no.He’s not going to stick around and find out. He grabs the iron rungs in the wall beside him and CLIMBS.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
He emerges from the sewer and ROLLS onto the street. Panting heavily. Finally catching his breath when ----
chitterchitterchitter --
-- A SURVIVOR RAT scrambles up his leg.Bryan SCREAMS, grabs the rat -- and SMASHES IT DOWN into the street. It splats. Bryan rises, slapping at himself, then peers back down into the manhole.
Inside, the rat/Pauline blob surges and roils.
66.
67.Bryan kicks the little squished rat down the hole and slams the manhole cover shut again.He turns to face the Hospital. It’s shrouded in mist but it’s just a couple blocks ahead.
He’s almost there.
He pats the cooler --BRYANCome on baby.-- and begins to LIMP down the street.Five steps. Ten.It’s eerily quiet. He keeps trudging ahead.A GUST OF WIND blows through the street, clearing the fog ahead of him. City center, office buildings lining the road.And, standing ON THE ROOF of a building up on the right...An INFECTED FAST FOOD WORKER clad in a stained apron stares down at Bryan like a gargoyle.BRYAN(CONT'D)What is this shit now...The man isn’t moving -- just watching. Eyes tracking him.Bryan freezes. Looking from the Infected Fast Food Worker, to the HOSPITAL looming ahead --
so close.
BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuck it. Let’s go.Bryan’s grip tightens on the cooler and he makes a run for it -- sprinting past the building.The Fast Food Worker’s jaw drops open and he lets out a HORRID CRY. He runs toward the edge of the roof, and LEAPS, arms pinwheeling, descending in an arc toward Bryan.BRYAN(CONT'D)Holy--The worker pancakes himself on the ground, EXPLODING right in front of Bryan.
67.
68.BRYAN(CONT'D)Jesus!Bryan takes a stunned moment, clocking just how close he came to getting nailed. BRYAN(CONT'D)Stupid.Bryan starts to move again, tiptoeing through the goo that was the Fast Food Worker. He picks up the pace, running between two more high rises. The HOSPITAL is only two blocks away.BRYAN(CONT'D)We made it. Let’s go!INFECTED (O.S.)AAAaaaauugghh...He looks up to see a crowd of infected lining the rooftops of the buildings on either side. All staring down at him.BRYANYou gotta be fucking --Another creature lets out a scream. Then ANOTHER and ANOTHER. Building into a horrible chorus.Bryan SPRINTS while keeping one eye up.The first of the roof monsters -- a FUSED ZOMBIE of MOTHER AND DAUGHTER -- runs forward and LEAPS off the roof, falling in a loose arc until ---- it EXPLODES on the ground in front of Bryan.BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuck!Bryan leaps over the gore and keeps going like a running back heading for the end zone. We SWEEP DOWN THE STREET, over the long roof ---- as one after another, the infected SPRINT toward the edges of the roof and LEAP.An infected blob comprised of THREE CHILDREN. A monster of a FUSED MAN AND HIS DOG. An OLD LADY.
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69.They plummet through the air, arms pinwheeling, reaching for Bryan, screeching -- and one after another they SPLATTER around him.Bryan is pelted with sprays of gore as he runs this gauntlet, bodies detonating all around him. FINALLY, half a block from the Hospital, the chaos has stopped. He slows to a trot and looks back.The street is FILLED with the remains of the infected.BRYAN(CONT'D)Goddamn.He fiddles with the gun and braces it against his shoulder ready for the remains to re-animate.Nothing happens.He jerks the gun, on full alert.BRYAN(CONT'D)Are you guys... are you dead?No movement. Just pancaked goo. Bryan lowers his guard a bit.He looks up at the rooftops. BRYAN(CONT'D)So you can die.
Time to go.
He turns and looks to the hospital. For the first time he takes in its condition. The building looks like a WAR ZONE. Various ragged holes belch smoke here and there. Windows shattered. Signs of infected everywhere.Only the TOP FLOOR has power. The glow of electric light forming a halo.
That’s where I need to go.
Through the LOBBY DOORS he spots a CROWD OF INFECTED.
No going in that way
.To the right of the LOBBY he sees the PARKING GARAGE.A metal gate is pulled down, blocking the entrance. Bryan runs to it. Tries to pull it up. No dice.
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70.A massive LOCK on the left side of the gate.BRYAN(CONT'D)What is with all the fuckin’ padlocks in this city? Damn!Bryan scratches his head and thinks. He looks at the MP5 by his side.
Maybe not the right tool for this job.
He pulls the pistol from his belt.
Here we go.
He takes two steps back from the lock and slowly raises the pistol, sighting the lock above its little sight.BRYAN(CONT'D)Come on baby. Here we go.BANG!A chunk of concrete explodes a solid foot from the lock. BRYAN(CONT'D)Goddamnit, I suck at guns! Shit!Angry, Bryan steps forward and presses the pistol to the padlock.BANG!The lock cracks open.BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuckin’ locks!He grabs the grate of the parking garage and HAULS IT OPEN. A dark expanse stretches before him.
INT. PARKING GARAGE - CONTINUOUS
He steps inside, and PULLS the grate closed behind him. He stares outside past the ramp, searching for any sign of pursuing threat but the coast seems clear.He makes his way deeper into the dark.It’s silent and still in here. Bryan digs out his phone and his flashlight pops to life. He raises it, scanning the lot. Every gap between cars, every pillar, every pocket could hide something new and terrible.BRYANHello?
70.
71.His voice echoes back at him. For a long moment he just stares and listens. No sound in here.BRYAN(CONT'D)It’s cool. I’m fine. I’m okay.He moves deeper in. At the far end of the garage an elevator bay looms like a dim beacon. BRYAN(CONT'D)Jackpot.He quickens his pace, shining the light to either side as he goes. No sign of anything. BRYAN(CONT'D)Come on baby. Come on.He arrives at the elevator and his smile dissolves when he sees a card reader above the call button. Bryan presses the button. It doesn’t illuminate.BRYAN(CONT'D)For real?He presses it again. Nothing.BRYAN(CONT'D)I need a fuckin... Really?He jabs at it rapid fire but it’s useless. BRYAN(CONT'D)I came all this way and I can’t... This is the end? Here?He pounds the button but it’s no use.BRYAN(CONT'D)It ends here like this?Then he notices his arm.The bite has gotten drastically worse. White scabs spreading up toward his hand, flaking off in big swathes. He pulls up his sleeve and sees that it’s traveling up his forearm and into his bicep.
71.
(MORE)72.BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh my god...A wave of panic hits him and he unstraps the cooler and the MP5, dropping them. He rips off his jacket in a quiet tantrum. BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh please...He tears open his shirt, almost crying now.He steps to the window of a nearby car and studies his reflection. The infection has moved all the way up his arm and is spreading its venom into his torso.
Despair.
He flops down and sits against the car, staring at his arm, utterly hopeless.A few feet in front of him is a parked minivan and on the back windshield is one of those STICKERS of the STICK FIGURE FAMILY. A little stick dad, and a little stick mom and a little stick child.A wave of anguish.He digs his phone from his pocket. Still no bars. He opens up voice memo and starts another recording.BRYAN(CONT'D)This is for Ashley.He wipes his face, gathers himself.BRYAN(CONT'D)Hey sweetie. Umm... It looks like there’s a chance I might not get to talk to you again and that means we won’t be able to finish our conversation from earlier tonight. But it’s a really important conversation and I want you to know how I feel about it. I hate my response. I hate that my first reaction was one of fear. I think I’ve felt afraid of change... and of growing up... and the idea of having a baby means that all that is coming whether I want it or not. But... I’ve felt a lot of fear tonight in a different way. (MORE)
72.
BRYAN (CONT'D)73.Like some really scary shit has gone down that I’ll probably never be able to tell you about but the one good thing about it is that it’s made me realize something. It’s made me realize that I do want it. I do want to have a kid with you. And I shoulda said what you wanted right away with no hesitation. Ashley I love you and nothing would make me happier than to start a family with you.He cracks a little bit but clears his throat. BRYAN(CONT'D)And whatever happens tonight... And whatever you decide. I just wanted you to know that.He ends the recording and the dam bursts. Tears. Snotty pathetic childlike tears. BRYAN(CONT'D)I don’t
wanna...
He does that little kid thing where you’re crying so hard you can’t even make a sound. Just a silent suspended wail.BRYAN(CONT'D)
I... never... got to meet my daughter!!
Pity party becomes a pity rager.BRYAN(CONT'D)
I NEVER GOT TO MEET MY OWN DAUGHTER!!
He reaches for the MP5 that sits on the ground near his feet and pulls it into his lap. He wipes his face, takes a deep shaky breath and holds the gun in both hands, considering its possibilities.
Is he gonna fucking off himself right here and now?
Snot and tears pump from his face. He racks the gun and --SPEAKER (O.S.)Uhhh... Hello?Bryan freezes. BRYAN (CONT'D)
73.
74.
What the fuck?
SPEAKER (O.S.)(CONT'D)Can you hear me?He looks around.SPEAKER (O.S.)(CONT'D)Dude in the parking garage. I’m talking to you.He weakly points at his chest, looking for the source.SPEAKER (O.S.)(CONT'D)Yeah you. The crying guy.He wipes his face and collects himself. He stands.BRYANHello?SPEAKER (O.S.)I can’t hear you.Bryan cups his hands around his mouth and YELLS --BRYANHELLOOO!SPEAKER (O.S.)No, come press the intercom button.Bryan sees a small intercom near the elevator button. He moves to it and presses it.BRYANHello?SPEAKER (O.S.)There you go. Hi.Bryan waits. He leans forwards and presses the button again.BRYANI’m Bryan.SPEAKER (O.S.)Hey Bryan. I’m Carl. I have no idea how you got into the garage there but it’s kind of a miracle you’re alive.
74.
75.BRYANYou don’t know the half of it man. Listen, I have this... thing here.(lifts cooler)And I’m told you guys could use this so... I’m here.He releases the button.SPEAKER (O.S.)
*OHMYGODHEHASITRIGHTTHERE*
Bryan cocks his head.BRYANWhat?SPEAKER (O.S.)
*HOLYSHITI’MLOOKINGATITGUYSHEHASIT*
BRYANYo, I can’t hear you man.SPEAKER (O.S.)I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s just... Listen we need you to bring that up to us right away!BRYANOkay, cool man, that’s what I’m saying. How do I get up there? The elevator isn’t opening.SPEAKER (O.S.)I’m not sure if you saw from the street but this building’s had a lot of... activity lately.BRYANYeah man it looks like some Syria shit up there.SPEAKER (O.S.)Listen, this building has taken a lot of damage and it’s not advisable to use the elevator. You really should play it safe and take the stairs.He eyes a sign right next to the elevator reading ‘TAKE STAIRS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY’ with an arrow pointing to a nearby door.
75.
76.BRYANWhat floor are you on?SPEAKER (O.S.)Top floor.BRYANOkay right. What number is that?SPEAKER (O.S.)Twenty eighth.Bryan raises his eyebrows. BRYANYou think I should take the stairs to the twenty eighth floor?SPEAKER (O.S.)I think that’s safest, yes.BRYANYoooo...Bryan does NOT want to do that.
But...?
SPEAKER (O.S.)Please hurry. It’s vital that we get the sample as soon as possible.BRYANYeah. Right. Got it. He lets go of the button.BRYAN (CONT'D)Want me to walk up twenty eight flights of fuckin’...
INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT
Bryan stands at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the daunting twenty-eight story spiral. He clutches the cooler closer to him -- and begins to leg it upward.-- Bryan reaches the landing of the second story. Still going strong.-- Third story. He pauses, out of breath, but still determined. He looks up and begins to move again.-- Fourth story. He’s wheezing. Doubled over. Completely out of breath.
76.
77.Once more he looks up at the DOMINEERING SPIRAL above. BRYANThis is... no one could do this.
INT. 4TH FLOOR ELEVATOR BANK - NIGHT
Bryan stands in front of the elevator. Still wheezing. Finger hesitating over the call button.BRYANGonna fucking die...He presses the button. Waits.
Ding!
The elevator doors in front of him SLIDE OPEN.Just a normal elevator car. He leans in cautiously... peering around, examining every corner.The doors try to close. He waves an arm and they open again.
INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
He takes a deep breath... and steps inside.The doors close.Bryan presses the button for the TOP FLOOR.A BEAT -- As the elevator rises.BRYANGoddamn. I shoulda done this four fucking--CREATURE (O.S.)(distant)
REEEEEEEEEEEAAAGGGHHH!!!
What the fuck was that?
BRYANThat was... Just the cables being... normal.The elevator ascends.Bryan clutches the MP5...
77.
78.He hears a new sound. A light PATTERING, like rainfall.BRYAN(CONT'D)What the fuuuuuck...Then another sound... A SIZZLING, like an egg frying.Bryan looks up to see ---- the ROOF of the ELEVATOR is MELTING. Greenish-brown ACID IS CORRODING THE ROOF, starting to DRIP THROUGH.Bryan YELLS OUT and ducks back against the wall just as a SLOP OF ACID splats down on the center of the floor immediately EATING through the TILE.BRYAN(CONT'D)What the fuck --DROPLETS OF ACID spatter onto Bryan’s shoulder and begin to sizzle through his jacket.BRYAN(CONT'D)Ah! Fuck!Bryan slaps at his shoulder.He looks UP, through the SPREADING HOLE in the roof, now affording a view of the elevator shaft.SEVERAL FLIGHTS UP he catches view of a BLOATED MONSTER standing in the doorway at the edge of the shaft, LEANING out, looking down at him.The creature opens its mouth and SCREECHES ---- then VOMITS another shower of acid down at him.BRYAN(CONT'D)OH FUCKING GODDAMNIT PLEASE!Bryan leaps to the opposite wall as the torrent of acid hits the wall and DISSOLVES IT, revealing the elevator shaft, sliding past.The elevator car is literally dissolving around him.Bryan pulls out his pistol and gives it a quick kiss.BRYAN(CONT'D)Come on baby. Make this count.He plants his feet, grips the gun tightly in both hands and aims it up at the creature.
78.
79.
POV:
Trembling hands gripping the pistol, the sights lining up on the creature’s head.BRYAN(CONT'D)Come on...BANG!The bullet sparks off the wall beside the puker --
*ping* *ping* *ping* *ping* --
it ricochets around the elevator shaft, until finally it smacks into the wood paneling beside Bryan leaving a neat little hole next to his head.BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuck!The creature VOMITS ACID AGAIN.Bryan jumps forward just in time as the wall behind him DISSOLVES.He now clings to the last solid corner of the car, the walls on every side dissolving ---- and still he’s rising toward the creature.BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh god --He tucks the pistol into his belt -- and the floor beneath him completely gives out.Bryan CRIES OUT and GRABS ONTO THE button panel, clinging for dear life. His feet DANGLE over the cavernous fall. He looks down to reveal --The GIANT MONSTROSITY that’s been pursuing him from the beginning. It’s at the base of the shaft, climbing its way up, the Pedestrian’s red dress flapping in the darkness. It’s seven floors down but unmistakably gaining.BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh... Fuck!He turns his attention to the creature above him. He’s still rising, closing the distance.It opens its mouth and lets fly another torrent of corrosive bile, this time aimed right at him.
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80.Bryan grabs at a dangling cable and heaves himself aside, just barely dodging the spray. BRYAN(CONT'D)Gaaahh!!In the next moment he’s closed the gap, now level with the puker.He swings forward, plants his feet on the floor beside it and pulls himself onto solid ground.
INT. ELEVATOR LOBBY - 15TH FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
The puker turns to face him, the two of them now only a foot apart. It gags, prepping one massive spew that would be a game ender.BRYANUn-uh... Hell no!Bryan grabs its head with both hands and slams it backward into the wall, twisting its face away from him.BRYAN(CONT'D)You tryin’ to puke on me?! You dirty mother--PUKER*glug*MONSTER (O.S.)AAAAAUUUGHHH!!The sounds of the climbing monster below getting louder. Bryan holds the puker tight and leans forward, peering down to get a fresh look at the MONSTROSITY. It’s closing in fast.BRYANGoddamnit! Leave me the fuck...He yanks the puker’s head, pulling it over the shaft, aiming it like a fireman holding a hose.BRYAN(CONT'D)...alone!The puker spasms and then blows chunks, spewing a gust of fresh acid. This time Bryan steers the flow straight down onto the climbing abomination.
80.
81.The acid makes a direct hit on the monstrosity. It steams and sizzles, dissolving flesh into an instant smear of blood and gore, melting every part of the creature that it contacts.MONSTERAAAAAAAAAUUUGHHH!!The monster jerks defensively, then lets out a screech of rage. Its tentacles shoot out, gripping the doors of the landing several floors below.It wrenches them open and worms into the lower hall and out of sight.Bryan stands at the top, still holding the puker in a headlock.BRYANThat’s right... Fuck you.He looks down at the writhing thing in his arms.PUKER*glugglug*BRYANAnd fuck you too.He shoves it forward and the puker plummets down the shaft.PUKERAAAAUUGGHH...Bryan watches it fall and lets out a satisfied sigh.BRYANGoddamn right.He looks down at his steaming shoes.BRYAN(CONT'D)Dissolved my fuckin’ nikes off...He turns and takes in his new surroundings. He’s in a hallway, the city outside some fifteen floors below. He’s made progress.He pops the clip out of his handgun and studies it.BRYAN(CONT'D)One bullet left? Only one? He pops the clip back in and tucks it in his waistband. He pulls the clip from the MP5.
81.
82.BRYAN(CONT'D)One, two, three, four, five, six... Six shots.He reloads the MP5 and looks around.BRYAN(CONT'D)Okay. Stairs. Stairs are good.On a nearby wall is a small laminated map for emergencies. He studies it. There’s a staircase on the opposite side of the building. But to get there he’ll have to cut through... his gaze swivels to...A set of doors labelled “MATERNITY”He lets out a tired exhale.
INT. HOSPITAL / INTENSIVE CARE UNIT - NIGHT
Doors CREAK OPEN. Bryan peers into the ICU......and FREEZES at the sight of what’s ahead of him.It’s a vision out of hell.Row after row of baby sized cribs/incubators grid the room. Each one cradles a large pink pulsating blob where the baby should be, or perhaps once was. The walls are coated with a thick layer of gore and crimson viscera and large adult sized FLESHY EGG SACS stick to the ceiling.Bryan gags at the smell and resists the urge to flee.On the far side of the room is a set of swinging double doors but the path there is narrow, and weaves between the sac topped cribs.Bryan steels himself and CREEPS forwards... making as little noise as possible. His shoes squish on the ground. He WINCES... then carries on.He kneels and gently grabs a nearby MOP and uses it to push a cradle that blocks his path, rolling it aside. As it rolls he ventures a peek in. The dark infantile blob within the sac stirs briefly.BRYANGross...He looks above him at a massive blob on the ceiling. An adult figure suspended within makes no move.
82.
83.BRYAN(CONT'D)Gross...He uses the mop to push another rolling cradle to the side.BRYAN(CONT'D)Gross...He’s almost cleared a path forwards when...The bed KNOCKS into a flesh sac on the wall with a SQUISH......and the sac begins to MOVE and swell.BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh come on. Please don’t--*POP* The sac explodes like a paint bomb, splattering Bryan and the environs with a pink coating of amniotic fluid. He staggers backward knocking into another crib--*POP* another wet detonation behind him.BRYAN(CONT'D)Auughh!! God!*POP* *POP* *POP* The chain reaction has begun. Baby sacs exploding into each other like some organic Rube Goldberg machine.Bryan squats and covers himself against the flying slime that seems to be coming from every direction. And then it’s over. He cowers in the center of the room, dripping in gunk. BRYAN(CONT'D)(sotto)What the actual fuck.For a long beat there’s no sound, save for the wet drips of goo falling from every surface.Bryan opens an eye and peers around him.All is still. And then on the cradle nearest to him...A tiny mutant baby hand grips the edge. Something round and wet behind it slowly raises itself into view.
83.
84.Bryan doesn’t even wait to see the rest. He shoves the crib over onto it’s side and starts toward the doors.But he slips on the slime covered floor and lands hard on his stomach. He picks himself up and comes face to face with another mutant baby perched on a nearby crib.BABYEeeeeeeeeeEEEGHHHH--WHAP! Bryan swings the mop like a baseball bat and sends the toddler flying.That’s when he notices...The larger sacs on the ceiling have ruptured. Massive humanoid shapes come spilling slowly down toward the ground. Goo covered eyes open and lock onto him.Terror. Bryan sprints for the doors, knocks cribs aside and vaulting over others.He reaches the double doors, THROWS THEM OPEN ---- and FREEZES.
EXT. HOSPITAL / DESTROYED WALL - NIGHT
Past the doors Bryan finds himself on the edge of a cliff. A massive horizontal crater caused by some explosion has carved into the EDGE OF THE BUILDING. There’s nothing here but cold howling wind and the city below. Wrapping around the jagged space is a narrow ledge, some 8 inches wide, looping around the edge of the chasm to the opposite side where the hallway resumes. It’s his only path forwards.Bryan turns back and sees the wet adult sized creatures have touched down and are heading toward him.BRYANOh god...He pulls the double doors shut and shoves the MOP through the handles just as the nearest one SLAMS into it.The door RATTLES. The mop shakes, but holds strong.Bryan looks at the LEDGE ahead. He has no choice.
84.
85.BRYAN(CONT'D)This is horrible. This is the absolute fucking worst. He presses his back against the wall of the building ---- and inches his way onto the exposed steel beams. BRYAN(CONT'D)I hate this. His heels cling to the remaining inches of the hallway as torrents of wind try to push him off balance. He’s made it about five feet. WHEN ---- a familiar HORRIFYING WAIL from below.Bryan peers down and sees ---- the PEDESTRIAN MONSTER looks up at him from the ground several stories below.BRYAN(CONT'D)Please no...The creature leaps -- and GRABS onto the edge of the building, its tentacles SPEARING into the walls.It withdraws one tentacle and STABS IT IN AGAIN higher up. The red dress flaps in the wind.BRYAN(CONT'D)GODDAMNIT, I’M SORRY, OKAY?! I’M SORRY I HIT YOU WITH MY CAR! PLEASE FUCK OFF!It PULLS ITSELF UP. Two stories. Three. Bryan INCHES ALONG, laser focused. A foot SLIPS but he catches himself.Another CRY from below, closer.It’s closing the gap fast.
He’s not gonna make it in time.
The building SHAKES as the creature STABS its tentacles into the wall below him.Then... he sees something.
A SILHOUETTE out of the corner of his eye.
85.
86.The giant slimy creatures press themselves like a mob against the double doors. The glass window shatters, but they’re too stupid to reach through and grab at the broom handle. They clog the narrow window reaching for him uselessly.
BELOW HIM --
The creature continues its climb. Bryan aims the MP5 and lets her rip.PA-PA-PA-PA-PA-PAP!!!Little red divots pop across the Monster’s body but don’t slow it down.Bryan pulls the trigger again but the gun doesn’t respond.It’s EMPTY.He pulls it free from his shoulder and hurls it at the Monster. He misses. The gun goes tumbling out of sight.A writhing tentacle rises up and slams toward Bryan.Bryan ducks -- as the tentacle SMASHES into the building, nearly missing him.Below him, a cavity opens in the center of the creature and from it comes a MASSIVE INHUMAN ROAR.An idea dawns on Bryan. His eyes light up. He turns to the zombies clogging the door.BRYAN(CONT'D)Hey! ...
Hey!!
They push against the door with renewed rage.BRYAN(CONT'D)COME AND GET ME! I’M RIGHT HERE!The zombies SCREECH and BANG against the doors. The broom, jammed through the handles, SHAKES but holds.BRYAN(CONT'D)You wanna eat me? You wanna eat me?!Bryan pulls out his PISTOL. One bullet left. He looks from the creature below him to the door across from him..BRYAN(CONT'D)Please...
86.
87.Bryan closes one eye... then AIMS THE PISTOL at the BROOM jammed through the door handles --BRYAN(CONT'D)Please God work --He holds his breath, steadies his hand, thinks a silent prayer and --
-- BLAM!
The bullet SPLINTERS the broom handle and the DOORS FLY OPEN!A perfect shot.BRYAN(CONT'D)YES!
YES!!!
VIDEO GAMES, BITCH! THAT’S RIGHT! COME ON!In a surge, like a giant flesh waterfall the zombies come pouring out of the door toward Bryan. In unison they fall, PLUMMETING through the air and --SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!! They SPLAT into it ---- DISLODGING it from the wall!The creature FALLS, flailing as it goes. One final time we see the red dress flapping away from us. And --SPLAT!The Monster explodes on impact like a massive red water balloon.Bryan stares at the creature’s remains, waiting for them to reform. They don’t. The creature is dead.He did it.BRYAN(CONT'D)You shouldn’t have been standing in the middle of the road anyways!
INT. HOSPITAL / HALLWAY - NIGHT
Bryan COLLAPSES onto the solid ground of the hospital floor on the other side of the chasm.He lays on the ground heaving.BRYANGoddamn I’m so tired. Oh my God...
87.
88.He looks at the room around him. On the wall nearby is another staircase sign.BRYAN(CONT'D)Fuck you.
INT. STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER
Bryan huffs his way up the steps once more.-- He passes 25.-- He passes 27.-- Finally he stops at the top. Level 28. BRYANPraise the lord... Hallelujah...
INT. HOSPITAL / 28TH FLOOR - NIGHT
And there it is.The double doors of THE LAB ahead of him. Bryan staggers victorious toward the brightly lit steel door. SPEAKER (O.S.)You made it.BRYAN...Yep...He slumps against the wall.SPEAKER (O.S.)Drop the gun please.He looks at the pistol in his hand. No bullets anyway. He tosses it aside and raises his empty hand. SPEAKER (O.S.)(CONT'D)Is the sample intact?He holds up the cooler.BRYANYes motherfucker open the door! Damn!After a beat, the door opens revealing a pristine white laboratory, so bright Bryan has to shield his eyes.
88.
89.Standing in the doorway is
CARL
(30s),
nerdy. Bryan leans against the doorframe, exhausted.BRYAN(CONT'D)I don’t have a pen but somebody’s gonna have to sign for this shit.
INT. LAB - CONTINUOUS
Bryan shuffles in and pulls the cooler off himself, careful to hide his infected hand. Carl snatches it and hurries to the back of the room where two more scientists,
SHEILA
and
DAVE,
wait eagerly.Bryan winces as he removes his jacket and wraps it around his gnarled hand which has now begun to pulse and bubble. BRYANFuck...He pulls his collar up as well, doing his best to hide the discolored veins in his neck.DAVEIs it damaged?CARLHold on.The scientists huddle around the cooler as Carl unpacks the vial and holds it up. Bryan slumps against the wall.SHEILA Oh my God. It’s intact! It’s actually okay!Dave shoots Bryan a happy look but his smile fades.DAVEHey... Are you okay? Is he okay?The scientists stare at Bryan. He forces a smile and gives a weak thumbs up.BRYANJust out of breath. Lotta stairs. So that thing’s all good then?CARLYou did it, buddy. You did it!
89.
90.BRYANCool, so how long does it take to get that thing turned into a cure?CARLNot long.Sheila’s already carrying the vial to her station and inserting it into some futuristic looking device.BRYANOh cool. But like, what does not long mean? Like 30 seconds or like an hour or so?DAVEDon’t worry. Those doors are solid as a bank vault. Nothing’s getting in here. Hard part’s over.CARLWe just have to use this to synthesize a sample of the cure and then we can begin replicating that sample. BRYANAnd once you take it, it reverses the... bad stuff?All three scientists are already in go mode, manning their stations, typing on keyboards, preparing equipment, etc.DAVEThat’s the idea.BRYANThat’s good. That’s really good.CARLSheila, talk to me.SHEILA 85%. Almost there.CARLDave, you ready with the binding agent?DAVEBinding agent ready...
Now.
Good to go.
90.
91.Bryan takes a seat. His vision begins to blur. A pulse in his neck. He struggles to keep calm. BRYAN(weak)Good job Dave...Dave looks up at him puzzled.DAVEHey is he okay?Carl looks over at Bryan.CARLAre you... Are you alright?BRYANI’m cool. Just... been a big day. Lotta stairs. SHEILA Okay, passing it through to you Dave.DAVEGot it. Binding now.Wrapped tightly in his jacket, his hand begins to spasm.BRYAN(sotto)Oh shit...CARLTalk to me Dave.DAVEI think we are... Good!Bryan lifts his head, forcing himself to stay present, fighting off the infection with pure willpower.BRYANYou got it?CARLLet’s extract and multiply.DAVECopy that. Extracting now.
91.
92.Dave pulls a gigantic futuristic syringe from his station, inserts it into a device and pulls back the hammer, sucking the green goo into the chamber. A TENTACLE worms out from the folds in Bryans coat. He shoves it back in.BRYANOK guys I should wait outside because--CARLQuiet!In the next moment Dave pulls the syringe out of the device and holds it up in a moment of triumph.DAVELook at that.SHEILA We have it.CARLThank God. Careful now. Let’s prep the multiplier.Dave walks slowly across the room as if he were holding nitroglycerine. Bryan rises to his feet and takes a painful step closer. His eyes are now blood red and fluid seeps from his nose and ears. Something bubbles around his mouth.BRYANI’m sorry guys but I think I have a bit of a situation here...SHEILA Oh my God! He looks awful!The other two turn and look at Bryan.CARLOh my -- Hey! Stay back!Bryan shuffles forward.BRYANI’m okay. I’m not gonna hurt anything. I just could use a little bit of...DAVEKeep him away! He’s infected.
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stay back!Sheila picks up a beaker and hurls it into Bryan’s head. It shatters but doesn’t slow him.BRYAN(CONT'D)Ow! I’m not gonna hurt any of you! I just need a little --CARLDave, hurry!Dave struggles to line the syringe up with another injection site in a device by the wall but he’s panicking and he can’t thread the needle into the hole.DAVEI can’t.. get it!Bryan staggers away from them toward the entry. SHEILA (to Bryan)Stay back!Sheila hurls another beaker. BRYANI’m trying to stay back! Stop throwing shit! How do I open this?Carl snatches up a long glass vial and brandishes it like a knife.CARLDave I’ll hold him off! Finish the sample!
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94.BRYANI’m trying to fucking leave so I don’t... Bryan freezes. His eyes bulge in their sockets. He jerks his head toward Sheila. And then it happens...He extends his sick hand toward them and... SPLAAAAAARRGHHA stream of tentacles rip from the jacket around his hand, fly across the room, wrapping themselves around Sheila’s head and...BRYAN(CONT'D)Oh damn...POP! Her head explodes like a watermelon.CARLSheila! Nooooo!!Dave whirls, DROPPING THE GREEN SYRINGE. It SHATTERS on the floor, spilling its contents around his feet.Carl sprays the fire extinguisher enveloping Bryan in a white cloud. Bryan’s tentacles retract, sucking Sheila into the mist.Carl backs away, horrified. Dave scurries under a table. DAVECarl? Where is he?!CARLDave stay there! I think he’s--Bryan comes hurtling out of the mist, Sheila’s corpse now attached to his shoulder. He hurls himself into Carl like a truck, smashing him into the wall like a vertical pancake. Blood explodes in every direction.DAVECarl! Noooo!Dave scrambles out from under the desk and sprints across the lab. He makes his way to the door, has the presence of mind to flash his badge and the door slides open for him.He runs into the dark of the hallway, panicked and without a plan.Behind him comes the monstrosity that moments ago was Bryan.
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95.Now it’s a collage of Bryan and Carl and Sheila, loping toward him with it’s appendages flailing in awkward momentum.Dave sprints as best he can but Bryan closes the gap. As Dave nears the windows at the end of the hallway Bryan leaps and...SMAAAASH!Bryan collides with Dave and the two of them go flying through the glass and out into the night sky twenty eight floors above the town.
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Bryan extends one long tentacle arm and clutches the wall, pulling himself and Dave back, swinging together like a massive flesh pendulum that smashes into the wall below.The monster that was Bryan grips the wall with its tentacles.Another tentacle grips Dave and yanks him into position, face to face with Bryan. Dave’s so terrified he can’t even move. The fact that he’s now dangling in the wind outside a building hundreds of feet above the ground is made insignificant by the fact that he’s being clutched tightly by this mutant tentacled freak with a human head that stares at him hungrily. Finally he manages a scream. DAVEAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!Bryan watches him without emotion. Then opens his mouth... and keeps opening it creating an impossibly large multi-fanged orifice. He pulls Dave’s head into himself and then bites down.The screaming stops.Bryan hangs there in the night wind. Chewing Dave, absorbing him. His eyes scan the town below, then rise to the lights of the city in the distance. New bodies for him to conquer.He lets out a roar, terrifying and triumphant.There’s more to do.
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