Isle of the Dead

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The place is on lockdown!

Wexler:
What's the

containment level?

Captain:
Containment?

There is no containment!

Wexler:
What about the barracks?

-Breached.

-The armory?

-Breached!

-What about my lab?

Lab? That's how this

whole cluster started!

You and your experiments!

Dammit, I have to get

to the lab!

Now, Captain!

Yes, sir!

Security protocol.

Aidan Wexler.

Captain:
We need an

evacuation plan.

Wexler:
We are not

leaving this place.

We're fixing it.

Wexler:
This facility was

entrusted to me. Everything I

have built is here.

I am not going to run away.

You can go down with the ship if

you want to, Colonel.

I didn't sign up to be one of

your guinea pigs.

Neither did my men.

As far as I'm concerned, you can

rot here with the rest of your

pets.

If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll

do you a favor and end you here.

You're pathetic.

If you were any kind of leader

you and your men would have held

this facility.

That was your job.

You failed.

Marshall:
Help me!

Air's clean.

We're good.

Alright ladies and gentlemen,

we're in the green.

LZ is clear.

Just over that ridge,

turns into jungle fast.

Sat imagery didn't pick up any

heat signatures,

that doesn't mean the trees

aren't crawling with those skin

puppet bastards.

Eyes open all the time.

Understood?

Sir! Yes, Sir!

Remember mission objectives.

One. Find and locate any

Alpha team survivors.

Two. Get the hell out alive.

And three, kill a ton

of deadies.

You think this is a video game,

Pugh?!

Whatever's on this island took

Alpha team offline in less than

an hour.

They were a hell of a lot

tougher than you!

Our single advantage is

we have some idea of

what we're walking into.

This maybe the one day in your

life you get to be smarter than

someone, Pugh.

Try not to screw it up.

Understood?

Sir. Yes, Sir.

That thing working?

One hundred percent.

Good. Set it for ten hours

on my mark.

Ready?

Mark.

What's that?

Safety net.

GPS beacon. Five hundred miles

east from here, there's an Ohio

class sub listening to that box.

We don't hit the snooze on that

sucker within 10 hours,

our friends under the sea will

surmise this island is beyond

reclamation and nuke the

almighty crap out of it.

So, assuming we get out of

here as planned,

one of us needs to

remember to turn the

lights out before we go.

You hear that, Gibson?

Loud and clear, sir.

This island holds significant

scientific importance.

You don't get to just

destroy it.

All due respect, Mademoiselle, I

don't know how the French

government works,

but the U.S. government

made this island.

They want to unmake it

that's their call.

We're on this godforsaken

island for exactly 10 hours.

When that chopper comes

back, I expect every one

of you to be on it.

You read me?

Sir! Yes, sir!

Make sure your personal

beacons are on.

Don't want anyone getting lost.

Good.

Duggan, you're on point.

-Copy that.

Doc, you're with me and Gibson.

Pugh, try not to trip on

your own dick.

Jerome, you got rear.

Sir, do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

Gibson:
We've been to a hundred

of these places,

they always sound like

a freakin' zoo.

I don't like it.

You and me both.

I mean what I said,

Gibson. We're all getting

off this island.

The facility is that way.

-Much obliged.

Sir.

Right there.

One bogey.

Just as advertised.

I wonder how many

more around.

That thing moves half an inch

towards us it's toast.

There's more of them.

To the left.

Fall in!

Fall in!

Fall in!

Gibson:
I got the six.

-Fall in! Fall in!

Move! Move! Move!

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