Synopsis: An unnamed UK metropolis. The future. Renowned photojournalist JENNIFER PRESTON is investigating the aftermath of a terrible explosion that ripped through the city on New Year's Eve. Known simply as 'The Catastrophe', this shocking tragedy has left behind a festering wound. The city is on edge, thousands have evacuated and a sprawling, militarized Quarantine Zone has been erected around the epicentre of the blast. The 'QZ', as it becomes known, is a network of empty buildings and abandoned streets, shrouded beneath clinical plastic and fenced in behind impenetrable barricades. Heavily armed security units ensure that nobody goes in and nobody comes out. As unexplained and increasingly bizarre acts of violence erupt across the city, Jennifer begins to notice strange, ephemeral phantoms in her photographs. What begins as an artistic documentation of The Catastrophe's lingering aftershock soon becomes an obsession with 'The Phenomenon' - a seeming paranormal phenomenon gripping the perime
102 min

Come on, man,

it's New Year's Eve.

Aren't cops allowed to have

a good time too, Maurice?

Wouldn't it be easier

to just get the operation?

Enjoy the fireworks, mate.

I gotta account for those,

you know.

Gonna make me

come up short. Again.

( fireworks whistle

and explode )

( no audio )

( camera shutters click )


Give me home office.

Respectability. Punctuality.

Punctuality, okay.


Give me being on time.

( camera shutters click )

Uh, yeah, is the...

( laughs )

That's the one, yeah.

What do you do again,

for a living?


Photographer, yeah.

( techno music plays )

( woman screams excitedly )

All right, then.

( phone rings )

MAN ( over answering machine ):

It's Mathis. Leave a message.

LOUISE ( over phone ):

Dad, where are you?

I snuck out.

Mom will kill me, but so what?

It's New Year's Eve.

I thought we were

gonna celebrate together.

Anyway, call me.

I wanna see you.

( laughing )

( crowd shouting )

( fireworks whistling )

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

Dad. Happy New Year.

Where are you?

I'm at this horrible club.


Music sucks.

( explosion )

( car alarm blaring distantly )

( dramatic theme playing )


It's been one month

since 236 people were killed

in the New Year's Eve explosion

at the Nightshade nightclub.

Authorities still can't

say for sure

how far toxic contamination

from an abandoned

weapons facility

several stories underground

has spread beyond

the blast site.

Over 5 square miles

of the city

is now a quarantine zone.

Everyone still living

within the area

has been forcibly evacuated.

We are continuing

to get reports

that more and more people

are leaving.

MAN 1 ( over radio ):

They can't tell us who did it.

They can't tell us why.

WOMAN 1 ( over radio ):

I've got friends and neighbors

who've already left, and I'm

thinking we should do the same.

MAN 2:
Something is

being kept from us.

MAN 3:

Who was responsible?

( dramatic theme playing )

You left me behind

Lost inside the enemy

In our hands

And overnight

I changed my shape

To fit with something

You won't let me out

Keep pulling me down

You kept me afraid

Until now

With your head

Full of lies

Head full of lies

Stay with me


Head full of lies

Stay with me


Head full of lies

When you come to mind

My love is blind

Because of you

I am unkind

With my head full of lies

Head full of lies

( sniffles )


Couldn't sleep.

I think I'm gonna go

for a walk.

Get some dawn shots.

It's 5 in the morning.

At least have some coffee

before you go.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Go back to bed.

Get your beauty sleep.

Hey, hey. No pictures.


I used to know this city.

Its people.

I've spent my whole life

photographing them.

The government keeps telling us

the city's safe.

That no contamination

has spread

from the Quarantine Zone.

But it doesn't matter.

So many people have left.

Fleeing from something

they can't see.

I wanted to document what's

happening to the people here.

But since the explosion,

since the construction

of the Quarantine Zone,

my photographs are different.

We're different.

Is it despair?




Everything's changed.

Maybe forever.




It's his eyes.

They look right through you.

See you later.

( baby crying )

( techno music throbbing

through walls )

( shushing )

Don't he do nothing

but scream and sh*t?

He's got a cold, Benny.

( buzzing )

Benny, it's Mom.

Can you let her in?

Benny, she's gonna get soaked.

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John Harrison

John Harrison (3 April [O.S. 24 March] 1693 – 24 March 1776) was a self-educated English carpenter and clockmaker who invented a marine chronometer, a long-sought-after device for solving the problem of calculating longitude while at sea. His solution revolutionized navigation and greatly increased the safety of long-distance sea travel. The problem he solved was considered so important following the Scilly naval disaster of 1707 that the British Parliament offered financial rewards of up to £20,000 (equivalent to £2.89 million today) under the 1714 Longitude Act.In 1730, Harrison presented his first design, and worked over many years on improved designs, making several advances in time-keeping technology, finally turning to what were called, sea watches. Harrison gained support from the Longitude Board in building and testing his designs. Toward the end of his life, he received recognition and a reward from Parliament. Harrison came 39th in the BBC's 2002 public poll of the 100 Greatest Britons. more…

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