Dead Meat

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And in further news...

we have evidence

linking a farmer...

who has admitted breaking

waste and feeding laws...

to the farm that started

the bovine epidemic.

Feeding dead animal remains

to cattle...

is a known source

of infection.

The Ministry of Agriculture

said today...

that tougher controls will be...

God, it's beautiful here.

Just think, if you'd actually

read the map correctly...

we'd never even ended up here.

Are we nearly there?

Yes, we're nearly there,

as I said.

It'll be half an hour,

we'll be at the hotel.

- You can get out

and stretch your legs.

- It's botched.

- What?

- It's botched.

- Sh*t.

Jeez, that brake.

That wasn't working very well.

God, this old car.

An old bang-ner.

How to say it?

Banger?

- Banger.

- Banger, yeah.

The new ones were contraband.

You mean, like my car.

Yes, actually,

that's exactly what I mean.

Bangers are lovely.

Got lots of character.

Like yours?

Exactly.

It's a sign of good taste.

Open the glove compartment.

What am I looking for?

A little blue box.

That's the one.

Is this for me?

It's for you.

Go on, open it.

Oh, my God.

Martin, this is beautiful.

Well, go on.

Put it on.

I'd say it was expensive.

Was it?

Yes, it was expensive.

Let's have a look.

I love it.

You look beautiful.

Ok, come here.

- Jesus Christ!

- Oh, my God!

Oh, gross.

Oh, god.

Oh, Martin.

Oh, God, Martin.

What do you do?

Christ.

Is he dead?

- Yes.

- Oh, God.

His pulse just stopped.

We'll have to

take him with us.

I'm gonna put

a blanket down first.

Martin.

- What?

- There is a cottage over there.

- What?

- Well, we can take him there.

Come on.

Jesus Christ.

- Oh, my God.

- Just shut up.

Now, 1, 2, 3.

Ok, slowly.

Sh*t.

Goddamn it, get off me!

Get in the car.

Oh, God, Martin,

that's disgusting.

Get in the car.

Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ!

Martin, what are you doing?

I'm gonna f***ing kill him

is what I'm gonna do.

Martin, what are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

We need to get out of here.

- Come on, come on.

- Hold on.

Please look at this.

What? Is it bad?

No, it's just a scratch.

Just take this tissue.

Oh, good.

Oh, God.

Come on, Martin, come on.

- Let's go to the cottage.

- Hold on just for a sec.

Oh, my God.

Sorry.

Jesus, you're f***ed.

Oh, my God.

Lena.

Oh, God.

Great.

Oh, God.

Listen, I can't move, ok?

Go up to the cottage,

get some help...

bring them down here...

preferably in a car...

and take me to a hospital, ok?

Please.

Oh, no, you can

go with me, Martin.

Come on, come on.

Helena, will you go

to the cottage...

and get some help?

Now.

Before we end up with

two dead bodies down here.

Please!

Helena.

What?

Just go on.

Hello?

Hello?

Martin?

Martin?

Thank God you're here.

Oh, my God, Martin,

what are you doing?

Here, I'll give you a hand.

What happened to you?

I was attacked.

Were you bitten?

- No.

- Good.

Which way is to

the nearest town?

I need to get to a telephone.

The nearest town's

not for miles.

Be nighttime

before you got there, anyway.

I wouldn't fancy

being out here at nighttime.

Not now.

I need to call for help.

You're wasting your time.

I mean, there's more to this

than just your problem.

From what I've seen

this morning...

half the countryside's

been attacked.

Those things are everywhere.

We could hide out

at my cottage...

until we can figure out

a way to raise some help.

Look, I'm not from around here.

Do you have any idea

what's going on?

That's a good question.

Well, there was reports

of an infection spreading...

around here.

I saw it on the TV,

there, a few days ago.

Apparently some farmer...

was feeding dead animal remains

to his cattle.

After a few days,

the tables turned...

and the herds started

attacking each other.

In some cases,

the farmers, as well.

Then the government came in

and wiped out all the herds.

That's why you won't see a cow

around here for miles.

That's probably got something

to do with it, I think.

Jesus.

We better make a move.

So, where is this cottage

of yours?

About 21/2 miles away.

Up the road, through a gate,

and straight on.

That's the quickest way.

Come on.

Are you coming?

Do you know how many

have been infected?

I'm not sure.

Must be spreading quickly,

though.

I came across about 4 or 5

of them before I ran into you.

I'm Desmond, by the way.

Helena.

I'm the local gravedigger.

Never leave the gate open.

We crashed into somebody

on the road.

And that person bite him.

And when I went

to get some help...

And the next thing is,

he was trying to kill me.

This is place is known as

The Valley of The Hanging Trees.

One farmer who was here

in the 17th century...

hanged 50 women and children.

I'd really... I mean...

I don't want to be bad with you

or anything like that.

But the countryside is just

not my thing, you know?

Oh, now, that's not fair.

Wait for me.

Run. Now.

What?

Helena!

Come here!

Helena!

This is Fenham Abbey.

Actually, Cromwell was...

Never mind.

Desmond, they're coming... quick!

Yeah, yeah, just a sec.

Come on!

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, quick!

Sh*t!

Open the door!

There's more of them coming.

Let's go.

That wasn't bad, huh?

Not bad.

But you lack finesse.

Here, take this. Quick.

F***ing dead fucks.

They cannot win.

Wait.

Hold on one sec.

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