Buried Alive (2025) Movie Script
1
(suspenseful music)
(liquid burbling)
(liquid fizzing)
(glass clangs)
Dum dum, diddle dum dum
Diddle dum dum
Diddle dum dum
There was a turtle by the name of Bert
And Bert the Turtle was very alert
When danger threatened
him he never got hurt
He knew just what to do
He'd duck and cover
Duck and cover
He did what we all must learn to do
You
And you
And you
And you
Duck and cover
(tense music)
("State Anthem of the Union of
Soviet Socialist Republics")
(tense music)
(tires rumbling)
(upbeat music)
- Hell's yeah, baby. That's how I roll.
Max Tek, the unstoppable
off the hook, motherfucker!
- I need a bump.
- [Max] Yeah, you do, girl.
(upbeat music)
(door thuds)
- Like to keep you waiting.
What's the word, Amigo?
- Patience, man. Say it's a virtue.
- I'm in no mood to be fucking around.
- Just chill, homie. He'll be here.
- Man, you feelin' it?
- Oh yeah, I'm feelin' it.
The adrenaline is why I
do this shit. (grunts)
How 'bout you, young blood?
- (scoffs) I'd be lying if
I didn't say I was ready
to shit myself.
(accomplice chuckling)
- Just worry about keeping
your head in the game
- And the shit off my seats. (chuckling)
- Oh, man, just worry about the computers.
We'll take care of the rest.
- That's the only reason you're here.
(tires rumbling)
(engines roaring)
- [Dispatch] 1400 to 1400.
- [Dispatch] This is dispatch. Go for 242.
- This is 242, go ahead.
- [Dispatch] Got disabled
motorist on 57th Avenue.
What's your 20?
- A long way from the boondocks.
Can't someone else check it
out? Maybe a car from county?
- [Dispatch] Negative,
242, the call's all yours.
Nothing like the country air.
- Bullshit.
- Roger that, Dispatch. 242 en route.
- [Dispatch] 10-4.
- Cody Hex.
- 10-4.
- Lazy bastards.
(upbeat music)
- Is he always like this?
- Like what?
(upbeat music)
- You ever been to Dubai?
Man, they got some cool
ways of doing shit.
Like when a deal blows up
and they make 200 million in one night,
you know what they do, they...
(gun firing)
- No, what the fuck, bro?
(Max laughing)
- Fucking freak show.
- You okay, Mr. Maxi?
- I'm better than okay, baby.
- Okay, I'm fucking out of here, psycho.
- Same.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, chill, chill, yo.
- Fuck you.
- Ain't your fucking party Val, bro.
- Oh, whatever, man.
What do you think of that?
(money rattling)
(upbeat music)
Lemme show you what a
millionaire's bedroom looks like.
- Okay. Just take it easy with the gun.
(engine roars)
(ground crunching)
- Keep your head on a swivel.
(door clicking)
(paper crackling)
(tires rumbling)
(engine roaring)
(case clicks)
(tires rumbling)
- Three minutes.
- Not that much traffic.
(energetic music)
- What the hell is this?
- Just a little insurance policy
in case we hit a snag.
(accomplice chuckling)
- What?
- Or in case we wanna blow
a hole in the firewall.
Oh, where did you find this guy?
- Radio shit.
(accomplice chuckling)
To the sky
(door thuds)
- [Dispatch] In the middle lane.
(engine roaring)
- Sir, can you hear me?
Out for a little booze cruise?
- Who?
Cops.
- Do you require medical attention, Sir.
- Why?
- 242 to dispatch.
- [Dispatch] 50-mile plus, 197.
- 242 to 20, likely DUI,
probably gonna wanna send an ambulance.
He's kinda beat up.
- [Dispatch] Charles 123,
copy 1038 (indistinct).
(upbeat music)
(Max moaning)
(partner moaning)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ground crunching)
(tense music)
(engine roaring)
- Identify yourself.
- Parsons Piping Plumbing.
We're here to unclog the
bathroom in the master bedroom.
- All right, stand by.
(dispatch chattering)
- Keep breathing
- [Dispatch] There's no further action.
- [Dispatch] Charles 123. Copy 1038.
(device beeping)
- Holy shit, this guy's plastered
- [Dispatch] Go for a traffic break.
- Am I going to jail?
- At the end of the screen.
- If you're lucky.
First we gotta get that cut looked at.
- [Dispatch] See the (indistinct) HOVN1.
(tense music)
(bag rattling)
- Pleasure doing business.
(tense music)
- Pop the brakes!
(tense music)
(siren wails)
Drop your gun.
- Get on the ground now!
- Drop the gun.
- Drop it.
- [Officer] Freeze!
- Matt! (gun firing)
(siren wailing)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
(tense music)
- [Officer] Let's go.
(dispatch chattering)
- [Dispatch] Outside the perimeter.
(indistinct)
1032C (indistinct).
(engine roaring)
- [Security] 10 minutes from now, over.
- All right, fellas, follow me.
(birds chirping)
- God damn, the party started early here.
- Never stops, this way.
(feet tapping)
(door clicks)
(upbeat music)
(door knocking)
- [Max] Not now.
- Sorry to disturb you, Sir,
but the repairmen are here.
- [Max] I said fuck off.
- This may take a minute.
(upbeat music)
(indistinct)
Excuse me, fellas.
(upbeat music)
- Rock and roll, students.
(upbeat music)
- I got a bad feeling about this.
- Just ease up, youngster.
You'll be all right.
- Be serious.
- Thanks, baby.
(upbeat music)
(door scratching)
- Shit, okay, fuck.
(upbeat music)
(keyboard typing)
(PC beeping)
(keyboard typing)
(PC beeping)
- (sighs) It's not even in.
- I know. Just give it
a minute, all right?
- You did too much of that shit.
- I can't, I can't go, I...
- [Dispatch] Dispatch, go for 242.
- Hold that thought.
242 reads you.
- [Dispatch] Yeah. (indistinct).
Sorry, dispatch, didn't
copy that last part.
Repeat, please. Oh, you
gotta be kidding me.
(feet tapping)
(suspect screaming)
(energetic music)
- How're we doin'?
- It's loading the script.
(keyboard typing)
- [Accomplice] Is that good?
- Would you believe me if I told you
his password was password?
- Really?
- But you believe me,
didn't you?
- Oh man, come on.
- It took our Trojan though, so.
(PC beeping)
(tense music)
- Is that good?
(PC beeping)
- Shit.
- What?
- These files are encrypted.
- Is that bad?
- Define bad.
I mean, it's nothing to cry over.
I just need to run a brute force attack
to get the encryption key.
It's gonna take some time.
- Where you goin'?
I was just gonna get dressed.
Hey, I'm good for this,
okay? I just need a second.
(suspect screaming)
- Shut up.
- You're hurtin' my wrist.
- You have the right to
remain silent. Close it.
- You're hurtin' my wrist.
- Come on, big boy.
- Shit, I guess you're right.
I'm just too spun to have any fun.
- Just promise me you won't
tell anyone about this, right?
(birds chirping)
(keyboard typing)
(PC beeping)
(accomplice panting)
- There's nothing I can do.
- No, how 'bout now?
- Jesus fucking Christ, dude.
Sorry, kid, you got me
backed into a corner here.
(door clicks)
- Who the fuck are you?
(upbeat music)
- What do you think you're doing?
- What? He said we could have it.
- Nah, I don't think so.
- Well, I fucking do.
- A deal's a deal, man.
- I'm gonna have to run this by Mr. Maxon.
- You do that and we'll make
sure word gets out about
how homeboy likes to party.
- Imagine what that
does to the stock price.
- What the hell are you
doing outside my office?
(accomplice panting)
- Fuck it. (fist thuds) Dumb fuck.
(PC beeping)
(accomplice panting)
(body thuds)
- Is that?
- The hell is that?
- Don't you fuckin' look
at me with that face.
Don't say a goddam word.
Skinny Jesus gave me no other option.
(accomplice chuckling)
- Oh hell no, are you kidding me?
I'ma get you for assaulting an officer
with a chemical agent.
(PC beeping)
(keyboard typing)
- What's going on?
(PC beeping)
(keyboard typing)
- Lift off, okay, we
have fucking lift off.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(PC beeping)
- Are we rich?
(PC beeping)
What? What's going on?
(PC beeping)
(notification chimes)
(PC beeping)
- Three, two...
(PC beeping)
(tense music)
(accomplice sighs)
(PC beeping)
- [Accomplice] It's done?
- Yep, we're good. We're good.
- Are we rich?
- We're fuckin' rich.
- All right.
Let's get the fuck outta here man.
- Move it. Move it.
(tense music)
(feet tapping)
- Repair guys, you finished?
- You know what, drain was just backed up.
It's flushing fine now.
- Yeah, shitter's good now.
- Yeah.
- Thought you came for the sink.
- Sink, toilet, was all a mess.
- Move it, move it, move it.
- 'Sup, gangster?
(tense music)
(guns firing)
- Mr. Maxon, get down!
(guns firing)
(tense music)
- Ah, fuck, Bobby.
(gun firing)
(tense music)
Get in.
(gun firing)
(door clicks)
(tires screeching)
(engine roaring)
(energetic music)
- I think that coulda gone better.
- You think?
- [Dispatch] Southbound (indistinct).
- [Dispatch] Standby (indistinct),
gonna see where they're at exactly.
- Ah yeah!
- Did we do it?
Did we fuckin' do it?
- We are very, very rich, man.
- Hey, didn't I tell you?
- Yeah, I told you man. (chuckling)
- I don't know if you assholes forgot,
but I got fucking shot.
- Don't you worry, Bobby.
(Bobby screaming)
You'll be all right, Bobby.
We're gonna get you to someone
that's gonna fix you right
up brand spanking you.
You're gonna be better than ever, man.
- Fuck.
. Next week you're gonna be
with boobs in your face
and a beer in hand.
(dispatch chattering)
(radio scratches)
- [Dispatch] Shooters,
multiple casualties reported.
Corner of Fairview and Holiday.
All units, this is real world.
- Holy shit.
(dispatch chattering)
- Let's go.
- It's your lucky day, jackass.
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
- I know A spot in the desert.
It's not too far from here.
Make a right and get on the highway.
(sirens wailing)
- [Dispatch] On the lookout
for a darn Ford F150.
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
(energetic music)
- What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that ahead?
(suspenseful music)
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
- The head of the Maxons.
- Shit.
- What?
- Turn around.
- Can't be.
- Truck matches the description.
(engine roaring)
(suspenseful music)
- Turning around. They're turning around.
- God dammit.
- What?
(suspenseful music)
(dispatch chattering)
- What's the fucking plan, man?
- I ain't going back. I ain't going back.
(energetic music)
- [Dispatch] One (indistinct)
11 on fifth and...
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
(engine roaring)
- What do I do, Ronan, what do I do?
What do I do?
- Fuck.
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
Stopping is not an option.
- (laughing) That's my boy.
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
(gun firing)
(dispatch chattering)
- Shots fired. Shots fired.
Officer need of assistance.
(sirens wailing)
(guns firing)
242, engaged armed suspects in pursuit.
- [Dispatch] All units respond.
Officers have engaged shooters.
(gun firing)
(sirens wailing)
- [Officer] We're on 10-7 right now.
- [Dispatch] All units
respond. Suspects armed.
(sirens wailing)
(engine roaring)
- Gonna kick up a hornet's nest.
(sirens wailing)
(tires rumbling)
(energetic music)
- [Officer] Shots fired. Shots fired.
- [Dispatch] All units respond.
Officers have engaged the shooters.
- All units in the vicinity respond.
Officers have engaged shooters.
- All officers respond.
- Shots fired.
- Shots fired.
- What and interesting day
this is turning out to be.
- We're on it.
- [Dispatch] All units. All
units, this is real world.
- Roger that.
- Yeah.
(key clicking)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
(tires rumbling)
(tense music)
(sirens wailing)
- They're still on us, man.
(engine roaring)
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
- 242, Request backup ASAP.
- [Dispatch] Copy that, backup en route.
- 328 en route.
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
(ground crunching)
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
Sure you know where you're going?
- Been out here many a times.
We can cut 'em off right up here.
Buckle up, Junior. Enjoy the ride.
(engine roaring)
(energetic music)
(ground crunching)
- I ain't gonna make it in this shit, bro.
- What's the plan then?
(ground crunching)
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct)
- Motherfucker!
(engine roaring)
(ground crunching)
(gun fires)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
- Get down!
(sirens wailing)
(gun firing)
- Down. Get down!
- Come, we're running.
(guns firing)
(energetic music)
Die, motherfuckers!
- Bomb!
- Bomb!
(bomb explodes)
- Come on, man. Come on.
(guns firing)
(tense music)
Keep going. Keep going.
(gun firing)
(suspects screaming)
- [Ronan] Keep firing!
- Come on.
(indistinct)
(tense music)
- Hurry up. Hurry up, get inside.
- Shit.
- Come on, Bobby.
You gonna make it. You gonna make it.
(tense music)
- They went inside.
- Good.
- We got 'em trapped then.
- Should we go inside after 'em?
- No. We should wait for SWAT.
- Agreed.
(tense music)
- God, I hate you.
(tense music)
(ground crunching)
(tense music)
- You gonna make it. I promise.
Come on. Come on, Ronan.
(ground crunching)
Where are we going?
- Forward, Heck?
- No shit, asshole.
I've seen movies like
this. It doesn't end well.
- [Ronan] Shit up, dumb ass.
(ominous music)
(ground crunching)
- Come on, man. We got this.
(ominous music)
Come on, Bobby. We're gonna make it.
We're gonna make it on.
- [Ronan] Come on. Keep going.
- I can't carry you, man.
- Keep it down.
- Shit!
- Quiet
- Bobby, Bobby, come on.
- I'm spent.
- The cops will have to get
him to a hospital at least.
- I'm not gonna make it
to a fucking hospital.
- Kid?
(ominous music)
Hey, Bobby, Bobby?
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
(material rustling)
Me and you, like always.
(Ronan speaks in a foreign language)
- Hands where I can see 'em.
- Shit.
- Drop the weapon!
- Okay.
- Put it down!
- I'm gonna put it down.
- Put it on the ground.
- Drop it!
- You in the back, show me your hands now.
(officers drowning out one another)
- Hey!
- This is your
last fucking warning.
- Stop.
- Put it down.
- Put it down.
- Put it down!
- The fuck are you doing?
- I'm not going back, homie.
- Get down!
- Don't.
- Bomb!
- Bomb!
- Get back. Get back!
(bomb explodes)
(rocks crumbling)
(ominous music)
- Oh shit. (groans)
- Okay, I'm a little banged
up, but I'm good to go.
- Miller?
- Hey, partner.
- Miller. Jesus Christ, Dan.
A little help over here.
(Ronan grunting)
(Hector speaking in a foreign language)
- We're gonna get outta you, okay?
- Explosion's got us sealed in.
We gotta find another way out.
- You gotta be fuckin kidding me.
(Hector grunting)
(Ronan grunting)
- Hey, Bunchy.
- Damn it.
- What the fuck?
(Ronan grunts)
- Where are you going?
- You don't see this?
(ominous music)
- Hey, man, don't fuckIn' leave me.
- Have I ever fuckin' left you?
I'll be back.
- Fuckin' asshole.
(ominous music)
- You should keep your eyes open, okay?
- Oh fuck.
- 328, go for dispatch.
- I didn't imagine my day going like this.
- Look at me
Dan, just look at me.
(ominous music)
- Dan, Miller, Dan?
Miller, Dan, god dammit,
Danny, stay with us.
(Hector grunts)
(door creaks)
- What the... Yeah, Hector.
It's a very stupid, stupid decision.
Oh, fuck it.
(ominous music)
(officer sobs)
(ominous music)
- Hector!
(ominous music)
Where'd you go, man?
- Fuck is this place? I'm fucked.
About as fucked as a masturbator
without motion, fucked.
- We need to find a way outta here.
- I can't reach anybody.
- Yeah, rubble's blocking the signals.
(radio scratching)
- [Broadcaster] Broadcasting
will be (indistinct).
- 328, go for dispatch. Do you copy?
(radio scratching)
- That ain't dispatch, Junior.
(ominous music)
- Hector, where'd you go, man?
(Ronan screams)
Where'd you go, man?
(metal thuds)
- Who the fuck's there?
Who's fucking with me?
I got a big gun.
- Hector!
Hector, can't you fucking hear me, ah.
- We can hear you just fine.
- Ah, fucking, god dammit.
- You wanna fuck with
me? I'm a bad Mexican.
(lights buzzing)
(ominous music)
- On your feet.
- It a little difficult
to comply there, officer.
- Ow. Ah!
- I can't fucking move, fucking bitch, ah!
- Hey, Briggs, that's enough.
- You gonna fucking kill me?
- I can't find a good reason out too.
Your call, Briggs. I got your back.
This motherfucker didn't
give you a choice.
You had to shoot, right, Matthews?
- No, now stow your side arm, Briggs.
Charlotte, listen to me.
I know how right this feels to you,
but believe me when I say
this is not the way you wanna play this.
- Yeah, I suppose I
should be thanking you.
- Don't.
(ominous music)
(metal thuds)
- Really?
- [Broadcaster] Civil
defense is common sense.
640 and 1240,
these are the CONELRAD frequencies during
a national emergency
when your regular radio
will be your only official means
of receiving valuable information.
When lies in ashes
God have mercy on your soul
- Is this what you're gonna do?
Hide behind a wall?
Huh? Talk your shit
where I can't get to you?
Do you have a place to hide
(ominous music)
(metal scratches)
Why don't you come out and face
me man to man, mano a mano?
(metal thuds)
- Now where's your boy,
the big guy with the tats?
- Yeah, he wandered in there.
Hasn't come back out yet.
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
(ominous music)
(light buzzing)
(light buzzing)
(metal taps)
(torch clicks)
(ominous music)
(light buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Go with her.
I've got him.
(ominous music)
Come on, face me, come on!
- [Announcer] Decontamination
protocols initiated.
- Decontamination, what's that?
(alarm buzzing)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, I'm just kidding.
I'm just kidding. Look.
Look, it was a joke.
It was a joke.
Hector likes to play games. All right?
Hector is fucking joking.
(Charlotte sighs)
- Isn't that nice?
(light buzzing)
(light zooms)
This is weird.
- This doesn't look
like a part of the mine.
- No, it's like an old
missile bunker or something.
We know the red we want
Is the red we've got
In the old red white and blue
- What the fuck?
It's a brave red
Not a slave red
That means liberty to you
(Hector screaming)
(Hector screaming)
- The blast must have
opened this access point.
(ominous music)
(radio scratches)
- What's causing that?
- Mr. Roger,
you have only one atom bomb dropped
on an American city.
- Anyone hear me?
- [Dispatch] It's disaster On a big scale.
Missile down
- This is Officer Charlotte Briggs
of the Murano Police Department.
Whoever's making this transmission,
state your name in 20.
Creepy.
- [Broadcaster] Grandma always
had plenty for everyone,
no matter what unexpected.
- Scott.
- [Broadcaster] Your family should have
a seven-day supply of...
- What the hell? (grunts)
(Ronan screaming)
- What they hell are you doing?
- Doing a little interrogation.
Standard procedure.
- Bullshit, he was crushing
my bottom leg with his boot.
- Fair treatment for a cop killer.
- Last time, I didn't
kill your fucking boy.
- It wasn't for lack of trying.
- Shoots at me, I shoot at him,
a lot of the jumpin', man.
- Hey, do yourself a favor, stop talking.
- Fine by me.
- Help me with this.
- Why the fuck should I do that?
- Because I asked you to.
That should be enough.
Come on.
(officers grunting)
(metal thudding)
(gun rattles)
(group grunting)
- Waste your time.
- Come on. I can feel it starting to give.
- Me too.
(group grunting)
(rock rumbles)
(officer panting)
- All right.
- Just make a break for
it and see what happens.
- In case you haven't noticed,
my leg's fucking crushed, man.
- Now what?
(ominous music)
- Follow Briggs, this
place is a bomb shelter.
It stands to reason there's an
escape hatch to the surface.
- What about him?
- That's the part you're
gonna love, Scott.
We get to carry him.
Come on, we need to lift him up.
Come on, one, two, three.
(group grunting)
- Hey, watch it, man!
- Shut up.
- My leg.
(ominous music)
(ground crunching)
Damn!
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
(eerie music)
- This place smells like a damn tomb.
- Yeah, hey, Briggs?
- In here.
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
(Ronan thuds)
- Protect and serve.
- Shut your fucking mouth, now what?
- Need to look for a way out.
Come across anything promising so far?
- Trail of blood that looks real fresh.
- Doesn't look exactly promising to me.
- What do you think this place used to be?
- Well, military build quality.
Could've been an underground
missile silo, bunker or both.
- I don't know about you guys,
but I think we'd be safer up the tunnel.
- I think I agree with you.
Stands to the reason
there's a rescue team trying
to dig us outta here.
All they'd have to do is
follow the bullet casings
and they could figure
out what happened here.
- Yeah, but that could take days for them
to reach us for all we know.
On the other hand, we could
look for an escape hatch.
- I know one thing. We're
not alone down here.
Whoever did that noise on the radio-
- Feedback, some kind of distortion.
- Bullshit, no, man, something else.
(door thuds)
Shit!
(feet tapping)
- Probably just a gust of wind.
- It's sealed shut.
Gust of wind my ass.
- So trapped in here.
Maybe we should find that escape hatch.
Communism, socialism,
call it what you like
There's very little
difference in the two
Now, ain't I right
Ain't he right
Ain't he right
Your followers sometimes have been
A bearded bathless bunch
- That was weird.
- Somebody's having fun with us.
- They've got eyes on us.
(ominous music)
- I thought I was a pervert.
- Whatever little game you think it
is you're playing here.
- Where do you come from?
- Town of Murano Police Department.
- Listen, it's clear
you value your privacy.
We don't wanna be here any
longer than we have to.
Why don't you do us a
kindness and go ahead
and show us the way out.
- [Overseer] No, no way out.
- (scoffs) Well, that's rather ominous.
- This fucker's even got me freaked out.
- If it's your aim to keep
us here against our will,
I feel obligated to tell you just how bad
of an idea that is.
- Yeah, just a developing thought here,
but I don't think you're scaring him.
- Why don't you shut the fuck up?
- Why don't you blow me?
- Enough, let's collect ourselves.
Come up with a plan of action.
- Way ahead of you, Blondie.
- About our host, what
is your gut telling you?
- Psycho loner came across this place,
rigged it up as his own
personal house of horrors.
(gun firing)
(Ronan grunts)
- Stupid fuck.
- What the hell, Scott?
- You asshole.
- What's your idea, brain trust?
Move deeper in this rat trap,
get snared up in
something that this psycho
has geared up for us?
- Last remaining option.
- We could stay put.
It may be smarter than fumbling
around in the dark.
- I don't wanna fucking stay here.
- Nobody asked you.
Is that what you wanna do?
Stay here and hope a
rescue team can find us.
(ominous music)
- No, we move out.
Look for an escape hatch.
- Agreed.
- All right, let's move out.
(ominous music)
(Ronan chuckles)
- Yeah, hey, kinda get the
feeling you're not big on cops.
In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not too well about 'em either.
Guess we got that in common.
Gotta ask, did you see a big
Mexican guy come through here?
More important, did you
see what he was carrying?
Flash drive, 30 million in crypto.
You like money, don't ya?
$30 million, man.
(eerie music)
We got his attention.
(eerie music)
(machine whining)
(alarm buzzing)
- Real smooth, slick.
- What is this stuff?
(smoke roaring)
(alarm buzzing)
- Dunno, but the prudent course of action,
we just try to avoid it.
Not gonna argue with that,
I'm running outta real estate here
- Door over here!
- Let's get outta here.
(Charlotte grunts)
- Get your ass in here, yeah. (grunting)
- Over here!
(alarm buzzing)
(smoke roars)
(lights buzzing)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
Let there be light.
- I wonder how this place is powered.
I can't imagine it's
connected to the county grid.
- Well, considering it's likely military,
I wouldn't rule out a
localized reactor unit.
- I'm just glad it still works.
- Facility log, last entry,
March 14th, 1986.
(cassette rattling)
- [Narrator] 14th of March,
16 days since critical breach
of Eagle 3's containment chamber.
We remain cut off from everything.
Sent out several distress
signals when we could
to everyone from DMSP, DOD,
Air Force Central Command.
Starting to lose hope that
anyone's still looking for us.
First notion was that the radiation
from the reactor breach
shorted out our communications,
but it just doesn't make any sense.
The radiation would've
fried all the electronics
in this sector, but we
still have power down here.
Nothing seems to add up.
- Should I play another one?
- Project Iliad, try that one.
- March 26 of '86. That's 12 days later.
- [Kevin] Operations Officer
Kevin Josephine Douglas.
Entry dated, doesn't matter.
All efforts to communicate
with the outside world
have been unsuccessful,
but I'm convinced now
that whatever's jamming
the transmission's coming
from inside the facility.
Hent, having a hard
time keeping Hope alive.
And if the Air force followed
standard operation protocol,
I mean, well, they by now
encased us under 200 tons
of concrete to prevent
any further radioactive contamination.
They've left us here. Buried alive.
(Charlotte sighs)
- Damn, tough break.
- Play the next one.
(cassette rattling)
(cassette clicks)
- [Kevin] Food is growing scarce
and we've been cut off
from the supply bay.
There's enough nonperishables
in there to keep us fed
for 10 lifetimes, but every attempt
to access the bay has
been a dismal failure,
as is our efforts to
send out a distress call.
No doubt the world
above has written us off
for dead a long time ago.
One small blessing is the
recent bat infestation.
It's become a source of sustenance.
How the hell these things
are getting in here,
I have no idea, but at this point
they're very welcome house guests.
(cassette clicks)
- Look, there's one more entry after that.
(cassette rattling)
- [Kevin] Something's happening to us.
These bats are growing
bigger, more aggressive.
Stranger still, those of us
that have consumed these animals
have began to mutate, skin discoloration.
Extensive hair growth was
followed by some enhancements
to our natural abilities.
It's hard to even describe it, but we are,
all of us, changed.
- Is that it?
No, the tape's still rolling.
(floor thudding)
(alarm buzzing)
- [Kevin] Bats, get back!
(guns firing)
(bats screeching)
(audio distorting)
(disembodied chattering)
- Wow.
(gun clicks)
- What now?
- Should double back.
Try and link up with Scott.
(ominous music)
- This fuckin gun outta my back, asshole.
The hell is this place?
Either fucking retarded or what?
Hey, watch it, man.
Fuck is this place?
Place gives me the creeps.
- Do you ever shut your mouth?
What the fuck is that?
(upbeat music)
(tool thuds)
(Ronan grunts)
- Sorry, partner, just not
moved for company right now.
(chains rattling)
(ominous music)
- Just how long do you
think these tunnels run?
- Who the hell knows?
When I was a kid, I went on a field trip
to a retired Titan Missile silo.
It was a long time ago,
but it was only one
or two large rooms.
Nothing like this.
- The other thing that trips me up...
- What's that?
- The age of those recordings
and whoever the puppet
master voice was over the PA,
say he reached the rank of
captain, let's call him 40.
So today that would make him about?
- 78, yeah, sounded about that decrepit,
but I don't make him
for the mystery voice.
- Why is that?
- Key takeaways from that recording,
Air Force officials
said that communication
and food stores had been cut off.
No, the good captain was just like us.
- Rat in a maze.
- I think so.
- By who?
- That's the million dollar question.
(metal rumbling)
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
- Who are you?
(eerie music)
(feet tapping)
What do you want?
(creature chattering)
I'll get you. I'll get you.
(ominous music)
(heart beating)
(light thuds)
Holy shit
Oh, this is, oh.
(Hector groaning)
Who did this to you, brother?
Hector, hey, Hector, Hector,
what did this to you?
(Ronan panting)
(Hector screeching)
(eerie music)
(gun fires)
(eerie music)
(metal thuds)
What the hell is this place?
(ominous music)
(metal creaks)
What the fuck?
- [Overseer] (indistinct)
Mutation of the human species.
- Who are you?
- [Overseer] I am the Overseer.
- What you want?
- [Overseer] Only to be left
in peace with my children.
- Children, what children?
(creatures shrieking)
(eerie music)
Okay, I can already tell you
I'm in no hurry to meet 'em.
- [Overseer] Fish on the right,
and mine's sadly turned feral.
(creature growling)
Once they were like you.
Now they're more basic,
but superior predator.
- Why are you telling me this?
Some sick twisted way
to get your rocks off.
- [Overseer] Volatility,
evidence that man has not evolved
past his primitive self,
nor has he embraced it.
- You jumbly fuck, I
can't make sense of you.
- [Overseer] You're a
killer, an apex hunter.
- When I need to be.
- [Overseer] An abomination,
a detested enigma.
Have you ever wondered why?
- No, just play the hand I'm dealt.
- [Overseer] You kill, you take.
No doubt the reason those police officers
were hunting you, so very based.
- I is what I is.
- [Overseer] They condemn you,
cast you when your deed says evil.
- Yeah, judgmental fucks.
- [Overseer] I do not,
for you only do what is in your nature.
- I guess that's right.
And that device, as you call it,
has $30 million worth of crypto on it.
- [Overseer] Impressive.
- Thanks.
- [Overseer] A predator.
- I suppose that's true enough.
- [Overseer] I understand.
- Oh, doesn't that just give
me all the warm fuzzies inside?
You understand me so much,
maybe you seat clear,
and let me outta here.
- [Overseer] That would gain me nothing.
- And keeping me gets you what?
(ominous music)
Okay, if not that,
then why don't you come
outta your little hidey-hole
and show your face so I
know who I'm dealing with.
- [Overseer] Perhaps.
- [Ronan] Perhaps?
- [Overseer] Once my experiment is over.
- What experiment?
- [Overseer] Survive my
gauntlet, prove yourself worthy
of further study or perish
as yet another obsolete form of existence
that warrants no further observation.
(lights thudding)
(lights zooming)
(Ronan panting)
(light thuds)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(metal thuds)
(metal rattling)
(eerie music)
(gun firing)
(creatures growling)
(gun firing)
(tense music)
They're buildin' a bigger bomb
What a crazy human race
Let 'em kill us all and
we'll stand and watch
Well, brother that ain't for me
- (groaning) Briggs, Mathis!
("Atom Bomb" by Glenn Barber)
(Scott groans)
Fucking convict.
Now the place for me
is up in them hills
In a cave way back in the rocks
When that thing goes
off I'll get the char
But none of the real bad shocks
Come on, motherfucker!
Can of beans
And an old hound dog or two
If there's anybody
left it's gonna be me
When all of this mess is through
They're buildin' an atom bomb
Gonna really cook our goose
(ominous music)
Come on, motherfucker!
Fucker!
(Scott grunts)
Come on!
(Scott grunting)
Come on!
(creature howls)
(creature howling)
(ominous music)
(flesh mushing)
(creature growling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(light buzzing)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music)
(items rattling)
(door thuds)
(eerie music)
- Shit, guess he wants us to go this way.
- No, no more.
Not one more fucking step.
I'm done playing.
(light thudding)
- [Overseer] But you're so close.
- Close to what?
I asked you a question,
but I don't get an answer.
- [Overseer] So very close.
- Okay, what now?
- Back to the silent treatment.
- [Overseer] A proposition.
- We're all ears.
- [Overseer] What if I were to tell you,
I would release one of you
if the other would agree
willingly to stay here with us?
- I would say you're full of shit.
- How do we know you'll keep your word?
- [Overseer] You can't, but
with no other reasonable course
of action remaining to you,
the logical course is clear.
Agree to my terms and
hope they are honored.
- No deal.
- Wait, I'll stay.
- Don't start with that hero shit.
- [Overseer] Agreed, and
seeing as I already have
a male subject,
my need for a female is far greater.
- What male subject?
- [Overseer] The criminal,
he shows promise.
- And you can get that
outta your head right now.
- Hold on, just what
do you need with a male
and female subject anyway?
- Your intrusion was unwelcome only
because it was unexpected.
Now I've come to see the benefits
inherent to your arrival.
- Rats in a maze.
- [Overseer] New subjects,
new genetic material,
a welcome gift if the test
subjects prove worthy.
- This is a load of shit,
completely out of the question.
He can't let any of us
out here without blowing
a lid off of this twisted little outbreak.
Why don't you offer us something
a little more plausible?
- [Overseer] Very well.
(eerie music)
(creatures growling)
(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)
(gun firing)
- Mathis! (screams)
(gun firing)
Mathis.
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
Is that Cosby?
- Funniest man alive.
- Oh boy.
Who are you?
- I'm sorry, it's been
so long since I seen
another... (sobbing)
I must smell terrible.
- It's fine.
- My name is...
My name is Private Jim Stanley.
- Officer Charlotte Briggs.
- You hungry?
- No, I'm...
(items rattling)
- I didn't eat the bats.
Don't suppose you're the rescue mission.
- No, but if we can keep
our heads down long enough,
once they sort through the rubble,
they'll realize we're not there.
- They, who's they?
- I'm a police officer.
We chased three fleeing
suspects into this place.
The cavalry's coming eventually.
At least I hope they are.
- Calvary.
- Just stay close to me.
I'll get you outta here.
- Ma'am, there ain't no calvary comin'.
- My fellow officers
aren't gonna stop looking
until they find us.
- You think a multi-billion
dollar facility like this
is just forgotten about?
- For all appearances, it would seem so.
- Buried, but not forgotten.
A dark shame
that needs to stay secret.
- Just who the hell are you?
- No one.
- Honestly, if you start
with that cryptic shit, I...
- But that's why I was chosen.
I was recruited at a bootcamp
when I was 19 years old.
The first couple of days I
couldn't figure it out, why me?
I wasn't special forces.
I was an average grunt
with below average scores.
A level four computer programmer
in a top secret facility.
Then I talked to a few of the other guys
and it started to dawn on us.
One thing we had in common, no families.
- Expendable.
- If something should go wrong,
no grieving families
they'd have to answer to.
- And something did go wrong.
- Understatement of the century.
Rather than try to save us,
we were buried alive
by the very government we were
sworn to protect.
- That's heavy.
- You'll be declared dead,
so will anybody else who
comes looking for you.
They'll fill it in just like before.
Tell anyone who asks
that you were killed when
this mine collapsed on you.
- No, no, they blew a hole to get in here.
We blow one to get out.
- He's not gonna let that happen.
- Then we kill him.
- Sh.
- Then I blow his fucking head off.
- Not possible.
- Why? Who is this guy?
- Dr. Ulrich Schaefer.
He was the director of the facility,
a relic from the Oppenheimer days.
He was trying to develop a new kind
of missile facility based on
artificial intelligence and
human machine interface.
He can see everything,
hear everything.
- That means that he can hear and see you
and he keeps you alive
for some reason, why?
- Probably because he
doesn't consider me a threat.
And he's right.
You on the other hand...
(bats chirping)
They're here.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
Behind you, clear shot
to the head will stop it.
- Copy that.
(creature growling)
(gun fires)
- Watch your step.
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
- Where are you taking me?
- The last place the
Overseer would expect.
- God, what does that mean?
- We got movement.
- Drop it!
Where's Scott?
- Took a bad step?
Afraid to say.
- And just what role did you
have to play in that I wonder?
- Can we cut the cops versus
bad guy stuff for now,
at least till we get outta here?
I think it's better
we're on the same team.
- Or I could just put you down right now.
- [Overseer] Come now, Officer.
The criminal speaks sense.
- (chuckles) And now I'm
supposed to take advice from you?
- Hello, Stanley. Siding
with intruders, I see.
- We're not intruders.
We're just trying to
get the fuck outta here.
- [Overseer] And you, Officer...
- And me, what?
- Your badge are done.
They mean nothing down here.
The powerlessness you feel now,
fading dignity, is that what will need
to become a police officer?
The rage, the insistence
that no matter what,
you would never be the
victim, and yet here you are.
It's a cycle, you see?
- What are you, a fucking head shrink?
- You're all in your own
sprinkles of despair,
spinning and spinning
until one day you die
alone and afraid.
But I and my children will live forever.
- Well, I've proved that theory wrong
with quite a few of your children.
- [Overseer] Indeed, you've proven quite
the worthy adversary,
far more than my colleagues.
I'm grateful to you for
providing me this challenge.
- Go to hell.
- [Overseer] There is no hell, Officer.
Only the cycle.
- Fascinating.
What happens now?
- [Overseer] What you want, freedom.
I believe it's time we met face to face.
(ominous music)
- I don't see much of a choice. Do you?
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(metal rattling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(metal rattling)
(metal scratching)
(metal thuds)
Wait, don't.
(ominous music)
What the fuck?
(eerie music)
(TV clicks)
(static crackling)
- I've looked better, I must admit.
- What is this?
- The inner center.
The central control room.
This could be promising.
- What do you mean?
Just keep him talking.
(ominous music)
- So you got us here. What now?
- Look upon me, this sad pile of bones
is what remains of my body.
But though the mind was
strong, the flesh was weak.
My only recourse was to
abandon my physical form.
- You're a fucking ghost in a machine.
- Can you not see what I've accomplished?
I've managed to fuse my consciousness
into the mainframe of this facility.
Its long corridors and
winding tunnels are my arms
and legs and bones.
- And now we're looking at the brain.
- You are.
- Well, when you're
going for the kill shot.
- Don't!
- Give me half
a good reason to.
- Open your mind.
Take hold of the marvel before you.
- All I see is a murderer
- Then you are truly blind,
as sightless as those who
tried to control me before.
- Before, you mean the military?
- They never would've allowed me
to complete my work if they were aware
of my full intentions.
- So you what, sealed yourself in here?
Cut you and everyone else off
from the rest of the world?
- I was dying. Time was short.
Drastic measures had to be taken.
- What I'm hearing is
pretty fucking twisted,
but I gotta give kudos where it's due.
I mean, the way you turned
yourself into a computer.
(Ronan chuckling)
- Thank you, for alas I find
the mechanical form rather limiting.
I've tried before to
escape this confinement,
but my attempts to
imprint my consciousness
on another living vessel
has thus far met with disappointment.
Most of my colleagues had taken
to eating rodents when
I blew the main reactor.
This fused their cells
in a truly remarkable way
and turned them into fierce sentries
I was able to control.
- Your children.
- But their minds were far too submerged.
Then there was young Stanley,
the only uncontaminated survivor.
- But no luck there either.
- No, but my theory remains sound,
and I fully expect to succeed
if I can find the proper host.
You mean one of us?
You have shown that you possess physical
and mental abilities that
far surpass those of Stanley.
But I need to paint myself
onto a clean canvas.
One that has not yet fully
established it's own identity.
- You're talking pig Latin here, man.
- He needs a child, a newborn.
- Exactly.
- You mean you want us to...
- Get it outta your head, convict.
Why in the world would you think
that you could sell us on this?
- Perhaps I only need
to convince one of you.
- Hey, (scoffs) it's no
secret I haven't been
an angel my whole life,
but I have never forced
my intentions on a female.
- Unexpected moral
scruples, disappointing.
- Add to that the fact
that if he even winks
in my direction, I'm blowing
a tunnel through his skull.
- Well, then.
- Well then what?
- I can be very persuasive
when attempting to
accomplish my objectives.
- What, are you gonna sing us
some Marvin Gaye or something?
- Safe bet got something else in mind.
- [Overseer] Indeed.
- What? Stanley, what are you doing?
- Been a long time comin' Doc.
- Stop this at once.
- Fat chance of that.
- No, you can't.
- [Ronan] What's going on?
- No!
(TV beeping)
(static crackling)
(lights thudding)
(static crackling)
- What just happened?
- He's now blind as a bat.
(audio distorting)
(tense music)
But the clock's taking and
we've got to make this count.
(audio distorting)
(tense music)
- Make what count?
(buttons clicking)
(tense music)
(static crackling)
And I managed to turn
off his eyes and ears,
but he's moving fast.
(static crackling)
(screen beeping)
(tense music)
- Can you find a way to get us out?
- Possibly, if such a way ever existed.
(screen beeping)
The problem is we're
still buried under 20 tons
of granite and concrete and...
(alarm wailing)
Yeah.
- What?
- Something's happening here.
(alarm wailing)
(screen beeping)
- A government oversight, Stanley.
Before they encased us
in this concrete tomb,
they removed all the warheads
from the sidle complex,
or so they thought.
Fortunately for me,
I was able to transplant one
they wrongly believed destroyed
during the sabotage.
- What the fucking is
he rambling on about?
- He's saying he has an active warhead.
(tense music)
(alarm buzzes)
(tense music)
He's rising, heat signature readings
that would indicate he's
preparing to detonate it.
- What, a fucking nuke?
(alarm buzzing)
(screen beeping)
(buttons clicking)
(buttons beeping)
- He's bluffing. Surely
that would destroy him too.
- Not true, Officer, because
my circuits are protected
by 40 feet of level insulation.
- [Charlotte] He sounds
weaker than before.
- I still control most
of the primary systems,
but the energy surge is
coming from Sector 6,
an area thought that'd
been completely destroyed
by the sabotage.
- Fucking guy's always been
a step ahead of everybody.
(Jim panting)
- Perhaps not.
(ominous music)
(buttons clicking)
(buttons buzzing)
(notification beeping)
(Jim panting)
(buttons clicking)
(buttons buzzing)
We got two minutes.
(screen beeping)
(screen buzzing)
- Until?
- Follow me.
- Where you going man?
- Just keep up.
(tense music)
(feet tapping)
- Right behind you, get down!
(gun firing)
(Ronan screaming)
(flesh mushing)
(gun firing)
Come on.
(Ronan groans)
- I'm not limping away from this.
(ominous music)
Motherfucker.
(feet tapping)
(creature growling)
(Ronan panting)
- 30 seconds, they're swarmin' us.
- I can't leave him.
- Gimme gun? (panting)
- No.
- Gimme the goddam gun.
I'll cover you.
Go, go.
- [Jim] Down here.
- Go.
(creatures growling)
(eerie music)
Come on, ah! (gun firing)
(alarm buzzing)
(ominous music)
- What are these?
- They're built to absorb a
direct hit from a nuclear blast.
And in this case, it's a blast
coming from the facility.
- Okay, so how does that help us then?
- Because you sealed the
center behind the blast doors.
Even less fortunate for me,
these open ones protected my circuitry
and left me completely exposed
to the force of the detonation.
(ominous music)
- You mean...
- [Overseer] Well played, Stanley
- And you can't override any of this?
- [Overseer] No.
- His encryption would
take years to decipher.
Not bad for a level four programmer.
- Stop it, Doc. You're
going to give me a big head.
(alarm buzzing)
(missile whining)
(screen beeping)
- Why can't he just shut down the warhead?
Is he not in control of it anymore?
- [Overseer] No one controls it now.
Game, set, match.
(ominous music)
- You're gonna wanna hold
on to something real tight.
(ominous music)
(alarm buzzing)
(eerie music)
(screen beeping)
(ominous music)
(Jim panting)
- Tell them, tell 'em about me,
and what I was able to accomplish here.
- Yeah, fat chance
anybody's gonna believe us.
(screen beeping)
(alarm buzzing)
(tense music)
- What ugly sight of death within my mind.
(screen beeping)
(flames roaring)
(static crackling)
(bomb exploding)
(screen ringing)
(static crackling)
(ominous music)
(bomb exploding)
(blaze rumbling)
(ominous music)
(Charlotte coughs)
- Is he?
- I heard yours?
- Why not.
The Overseers jammers were
vaporized. (chuckling)
(Jim panting)
- Maybe they can drill us outta here.
- It definitely a possibility
if they can pinpoint
the exact location.
- Can you relay that?
- I think I can.
This is Private Jim Stanley, come in.
(indistinct)
Do you read me?
- [Dispatch] We read you. (indistinct)
- I've got some coordinates for you, son.
On the northwest corner,
you're gonna head west 60 feet,
then north toward where
the missile used to be.
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
(dispatch chattering
in a foreign language)
(melancholic music)
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
- Police station shit.
- [Dispatch] Rescues arrived.
- But there have been a lot
of advancements over the
last few decades. (chuckles)
I can take you to a proper coffee house.
(dispatch chattering)
- And some things never change.
- [Dispatch] Copy that.
Copy (indistinct) over.
(melancholic music)
- No doubt coming to let
us know the official story.
- Same old shit.
And, yeah, you're right.
This is bad.
- Come on, let's get outta here.
Get you a proper cup of Joe.
- [Dispatch] Thank you. (indistinct).
(melancholic music)
There's some things in the mine
'Cause I'm buried alive
They're buried buried
buried buried buried
Buried buried buried buried buried
Buried buried buried buried buried
(energetic music)
There's some things in the mine
There's some things in the mine
I think I'm buried alive
I'm thinkin' I'm thinkin'
I think I'm gonna die
I think
I can't survive
I'm buried I'm buried I'm buried alive
Now I'm gonna die
I'm fornicating
I'm suffocating
You can relating
I'm unattained
And now I'm waiting
And I'm gazing
Don't forget we're all gonna face it
We're all gonna die
'Cause I'm buried alive
Because I'm buried alive
'Cause I'm buried alive
I'm buried I'm buried alive
'Cause I'm buried buried
down in the ground
I wasn't sure if I was gonna be found
'Cause I'm buried alive
In the ground down down down
Wait a minute
What's that
What's that sound
They're digging me out
I finally found
They're gonna bury me
They're gonna bury me again
Because I'm buried
Because I'm buried alive
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(liquid burbling)
(glass clangs)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(liquid burbling)
(liquid fizzing)
(glass clangs)
Dum dum, diddle dum dum
Diddle dum dum
Diddle dum dum
There was a turtle by the name of Bert
And Bert the Turtle was very alert
When danger threatened
him he never got hurt
He knew just what to do
He'd duck and cover
Duck and cover
He did what we all must learn to do
You
And you
And you
And you
Duck and cover
(tense music)
("State Anthem of the Union of
Soviet Socialist Republics")
(tense music)
(tires rumbling)
(upbeat music)
- Hell's yeah, baby. That's how I roll.
Max Tek, the unstoppable
off the hook, motherfucker!
- I need a bump.
- [Max] Yeah, you do, girl.
(upbeat music)
(door thuds)
- Like to keep you waiting.
What's the word, Amigo?
- Patience, man. Say it's a virtue.
- I'm in no mood to be fucking around.
- Just chill, homie. He'll be here.
- Man, you feelin' it?
- Oh yeah, I'm feelin' it.
The adrenaline is why I
do this shit. (grunts)
How 'bout you, young blood?
- (scoffs) I'd be lying if
I didn't say I was ready
to shit myself.
(accomplice chuckling)
- Just worry about keeping
your head in the game
- And the shit off my seats. (chuckling)
- Oh, man, just worry about the computers.
We'll take care of the rest.
- That's the only reason you're here.
(tires rumbling)
(engines roaring)
- [Dispatch] 1400 to 1400.
- [Dispatch] This is dispatch. Go for 242.
- This is 242, go ahead.
- [Dispatch] Got disabled
motorist on 57th Avenue.
What's your 20?
- A long way from the boondocks.
Can't someone else check it
out? Maybe a car from county?
- [Dispatch] Negative,
242, the call's all yours.
Nothing like the country air.
- Bullshit.
- Roger that, Dispatch. 242 en route.
- [Dispatch] 10-4.
- Cody Hex.
- 10-4.
- Lazy bastards.
(upbeat music)
- Is he always like this?
- Like what?
(upbeat music)
- You ever been to Dubai?
Man, they got some cool
ways of doing shit.
Like when a deal blows up
and they make 200 million in one night,
you know what they do, they...
(gun firing)
- No, what the fuck, bro?
(Max laughing)
- Fucking freak show.
- You okay, Mr. Maxi?
- I'm better than okay, baby.
- Okay, I'm fucking out of here, psycho.
- Same.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, chill, chill, yo.
- Fuck you.
- Ain't your fucking party Val, bro.
- Oh, whatever, man.
What do you think of that?
(money rattling)
(upbeat music)
Lemme show you what a
millionaire's bedroom looks like.
- Okay. Just take it easy with the gun.
(engine roars)
(ground crunching)
- Keep your head on a swivel.
(door clicking)
(paper crackling)
(tires rumbling)
(engine roaring)
(case clicks)
(tires rumbling)
- Three minutes.
- Not that much traffic.
(energetic music)
- What the hell is this?
- Just a little insurance policy
in case we hit a snag.
(accomplice chuckling)
- What?
- Or in case we wanna blow
a hole in the firewall.
Oh, where did you find this guy?
- Radio shit.
(accomplice chuckling)
To the sky
(door thuds)
- [Dispatch] In the middle lane.
(engine roaring)
- Sir, can you hear me?
Out for a little booze cruise?
- Who?
Cops.
- Do you require medical attention, Sir.
- Why?
- 242 to dispatch.
- [Dispatch] 50-mile plus, 197.
- 242 to 20, likely DUI,
probably gonna wanna send an ambulance.
He's kinda beat up.
- [Dispatch] Charles 123,
copy 1038 (indistinct).
(upbeat music)
(Max moaning)
(partner moaning)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ground crunching)
(tense music)
(engine roaring)
- Identify yourself.
- Parsons Piping Plumbing.
We're here to unclog the
bathroom in the master bedroom.
- All right, stand by.
(dispatch chattering)
- Keep breathing
- [Dispatch] There's no further action.
- [Dispatch] Charles 123. Copy 1038.
(device beeping)
- Holy shit, this guy's plastered
- [Dispatch] Go for a traffic break.
- Am I going to jail?
- At the end of the screen.
- If you're lucky.
First we gotta get that cut looked at.
- [Dispatch] See the (indistinct) HOVN1.
(tense music)
(bag rattling)
- Pleasure doing business.
(tense music)
- Pop the brakes!
(tense music)
(siren wails)
Drop your gun.
- Get on the ground now!
- Drop the gun.
- Drop it.
- [Officer] Freeze!
- Matt! (gun firing)
(siren wailing)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
(tense music)
- [Officer] Let's go.
(dispatch chattering)
- [Dispatch] Outside the perimeter.
(indistinct)
1032C (indistinct).
(engine roaring)
- [Security] 10 minutes from now, over.
- All right, fellas, follow me.
(birds chirping)
- God damn, the party started early here.
- Never stops, this way.
(feet tapping)
(door clicks)
(upbeat music)
(door knocking)
- [Max] Not now.
- Sorry to disturb you, Sir,
but the repairmen are here.
- [Max] I said fuck off.
- This may take a minute.
(upbeat music)
(indistinct)
Excuse me, fellas.
(upbeat music)
- Rock and roll, students.
(upbeat music)
- I got a bad feeling about this.
- Just ease up, youngster.
You'll be all right.
- Be serious.
- Thanks, baby.
(upbeat music)
(door scratching)
- Shit, okay, fuck.
(upbeat music)
(keyboard typing)
(PC beeping)
(keyboard typing)
(PC beeping)
- (sighs) It's not even in.
- I know. Just give it
a minute, all right?
- You did too much of that shit.
- I can't, I can't go, I...
- [Dispatch] Dispatch, go for 242.
- Hold that thought.
242 reads you.
- [Dispatch] Yeah. (indistinct).
Sorry, dispatch, didn't
copy that last part.
Repeat, please. Oh, you
gotta be kidding me.
(feet tapping)
(suspect screaming)
(energetic music)
- How're we doin'?
- It's loading the script.
(keyboard typing)
- [Accomplice] Is that good?
- Would you believe me if I told you
his password was password?
- Really?
- But you believe me,
didn't you?
- Oh man, come on.
- It took our Trojan though, so.
(PC beeping)
(tense music)
- Is that good?
(PC beeping)
- Shit.
- What?
- These files are encrypted.
- Is that bad?
- Define bad.
I mean, it's nothing to cry over.
I just need to run a brute force attack
to get the encryption key.
It's gonna take some time.
- Where you goin'?
I was just gonna get dressed.
Hey, I'm good for this,
okay? I just need a second.
(suspect screaming)
- Shut up.
- You're hurtin' my wrist.
- You have the right to
remain silent. Close it.
- You're hurtin' my wrist.
- Come on, big boy.
- Shit, I guess you're right.
I'm just too spun to have any fun.
- Just promise me you won't
tell anyone about this, right?
(birds chirping)
(keyboard typing)
(PC beeping)
(accomplice panting)
- There's nothing I can do.
- No, how 'bout now?
- Jesus fucking Christ, dude.
Sorry, kid, you got me
backed into a corner here.
(door clicks)
- Who the fuck are you?
(upbeat music)
- What do you think you're doing?
- What? He said we could have it.
- Nah, I don't think so.
- Well, I fucking do.
- A deal's a deal, man.
- I'm gonna have to run this by Mr. Maxon.
- You do that and we'll make
sure word gets out about
how homeboy likes to party.
- Imagine what that
does to the stock price.
- What the hell are you
doing outside my office?
(accomplice panting)
- Fuck it. (fist thuds) Dumb fuck.
(PC beeping)
(accomplice panting)
(body thuds)
- Is that?
- The hell is that?
- Don't you fuckin' look
at me with that face.
Don't say a goddam word.
Skinny Jesus gave me no other option.
(accomplice chuckling)
- Oh hell no, are you kidding me?
I'ma get you for assaulting an officer
with a chemical agent.
(PC beeping)
(keyboard typing)
- What's going on?
(PC beeping)
(keyboard typing)
- Lift off, okay, we
have fucking lift off.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(PC beeping)
- Are we rich?
(PC beeping)
What? What's going on?
(PC beeping)
(notification chimes)
(PC beeping)
- Three, two...
(PC beeping)
(tense music)
(accomplice sighs)
(PC beeping)
- [Accomplice] It's done?
- Yep, we're good. We're good.
- Are we rich?
- We're fuckin' rich.
- All right.
Let's get the fuck outta here man.
- Move it. Move it.
(tense music)
(feet tapping)
- Repair guys, you finished?
- You know what, drain was just backed up.
It's flushing fine now.
- Yeah, shitter's good now.
- Yeah.
- Thought you came for the sink.
- Sink, toilet, was all a mess.
- Move it, move it, move it.
- 'Sup, gangster?
(tense music)
(guns firing)
- Mr. Maxon, get down!
(guns firing)
(tense music)
- Ah, fuck, Bobby.
(gun firing)
(tense music)
Get in.
(gun firing)
(door clicks)
(tires screeching)
(engine roaring)
(energetic music)
- I think that coulda gone better.
- You think?
- [Dispatch] Southbound (indistinct).
- [Dispatch] Standby (indistinct),
gonna see where they're at exactly.
- Ah yeah!
- Did we do it?
Did we fuckin' do it?
- We are very, very rich, man.
- Hey, didn't I tell you?
- Yeah, I told you man. (chuckling)
- I don't know if you assholes forgot,
but I got fucking shot.
- Don't you worry, Bobby.
(Bobby screaming)
You'll be all right, Bobby.
We're gonna get you to someone
that's gonna fix you right
up brand spanking you.
You're gonna be better than ever, man.
- Fuck.
. Next week you're gonna be
with boobs in your face
and a beer in hand.
(dispatch chattering)
(radio scratches)
- [Dispatch] Shooters,
multiple casualties reported.
Corner of Fairview and Holiday.
All units, this is real world.
- Holy shit.
(dispatch chattering)
- Let's go.
- It's your lucky day, jackass.
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
- I know A spot in the desert.
It's not too far from here.
Make a right and get on the highway.
(sirens wailing)
- [Dispatch] On the lookout
for a darn Ford F150.
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
(energetic music)
- What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that ahead?
(suspenseful music)
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
- The head of the Maxons.
- Shit.
- What?
- Turn around.
- Can't be.
- Truck matches the description.
(engine roaring)
(suspenseful music)
- Turning around. They're turning around.
- God dammit.
- What?
(suspenseful music)
(dispatch chattering)
- What's the fucking plan, man?
- I ain't going back. I ain't going back.
(energetic music)
- [Dispatch] One (indistinct)
11 on fifth and...
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
(engine roaring)
- What do I do, Ronan, what do I do?
What do I do?
- Fuck.
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
Stopping is not an option.
- (laughing) That's my boy.
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
(gun firing)
(dispatch chattering)
- Shots fired. Shots fired.
Officer need of assistance.
(sirens wailing)
(guns firing)
242, engaged armed suspects in pursuit.
- [Dispatch] All units respond.
Officers have engaged shooters.
(gun firing)
(sirens wailing)
- [Officer] We're on 10-7 right now.
- [Dispatch] All units
respond. Suspects armed.
(sirens wailing)
(engine roaring)
- Gonna kick up a hornet's nest.
(sirens wailing)
(tires rumbling)
(energetic music)
- [Officer] Shots fired. Shots fired.
- [Dispatch] All units respond.
Officers have engaged the shooters.
- All units in the vicinity respond.
Officers have engaged shooters.
- All officers respond.
- Shots fired.
- Shots fired.
- What and interesting day
this is turning out to be.
- We're on it.
- [Dispatch] All units. All
units, this is real world.
- Roger that.
- Yeah.
(key clicking)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
(tires rumbling)
(tense music)
(sirens wailing)
- They're still on us, man.
(engine roaring)
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
- 242, Request backup ASAP.
- [Dispatch] Copy that, backup en route.
- 328 en route.
(sirens wailing)
(energetic music)
(ground crunching)
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
Sure you know where you're going?
- Been out here many a times.
We can cut 'em off right up here.
Buckle up, Junior. Enjoy the ride.
(engine roaring)
(energetic music)
(ground crunching)
- I ain't gonna make it in this shit, bro.
- What's the plan then?
(ground crunching)
(energetic music)
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct)
- Motherfucker!
(engine roaring)
(ground crunching)
(gun fires)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
- Get down!
(sirens wailing)
(gun firing)
- Down. Get down!
- Come, we're running.
(guns firing)
(energetic music)
Die, motherfuckers!
- Bomb!
- Bomb!
(bomb explodes)
- Come on, man. Come on.
(guns firing)
(tense music)
Keep going. Keep going.
(gun firing)
(suspects screaming)
- [Ronan] Keep firing!
- Come on.
(indistinct)
(tense music)
- Hurry up. Hurry up, get inside.
- Shit.
- Come on, Bobby.
You gonna make it. You gonna make it.
(tense music)
- They went inside.
- Good.
- We got 'em trapped then.
- Should we go inside after 'em?
- No. We should wait for SWAT.
- Agreed.
(tense music)
- God, I hate you.
(tense music)
(ground crunching)
(tense music)
- You gonna make it. I promise.
Come on. Come on, Ronan.
(ground crunching)
Where are we going?
- Forward, Heck?
- No shit, asshole.
I've seen movies like
this. It doesn't end well.
- [Ronan] Shit up, dumb ass.
(ominous music)
(ground crunching)
- Come on, man. We got this.
(ominous music)
Come on, Bobby. We're gonna make it.
We're gonna make it on.
- [Ronan] Come on. Keep going.
- I can't carry you, man.
- Keep it down.
- Shit!
- Quiet
- Bobby, Bobby, come on.
- I'm spent.
- The cops will have to get
him to a hospital at least.
- I'm not gonna make it
to a fucking hospital.
- Kid?
(ominous music)
Hey, Bobby, Bobby?
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
(material rustling)
Me and you, like always.
(Ronan speaks in a foreign language)
- Hands where I can see 'em.
- Shit.
- Drop the weapon!
- Okay.
- Put it down!
- I'm gonna put it down.
- Put it on the ground.
- Drop it!
- You in the back, show me your hands now.
(officers drowning out one another)
- Hey!
- This is your
last fucking warning.
- Stop.
- Put it down.
- Put it down.
- Put it down!
- The fuck are you doing?
- I'm not going back, homie.
- Get down!
- Don't.
- Bomb!
- Bomb!
- Get back. Get back!
(bomb explodes)
(rocks crumbling)
(ominous music)
- Oh shit. (groans)
- Okay, I'm a little banged
up, but I'm good to go.
- Miller?
- Hey, partner.
- Miller. Jesus Christ, Dan.
A little help over here.
(Ronan grunting)
(Hector speaking in a foreign language)
- We're gonna get outta you, okay?
- Explosion's got us sealed in.
We gotta find another way out.
- You gotta be fuckin kidding me.
(Hector grunting)
(Ronan grunting)
- Hey, Bunchy.
- Damn it.
- What the fuck?
(Ronan grunts)
- Where are you going?
- You don't see this?
(ominous music)
- Hey, man, don't fuckIn' leave me.
- Have I ever fuckin' left you?
I'll be back.
- Fuckin' asshole.
(ominous music)
- You should keep your eyes open, okay?
- Oh fuck.
- 328, go for dispatch.
- I didn't imagine my day going like this.
- Look at me
Dan, just look at me.
(ominous music)
- Dan, Miller, Dan?
Miller, Dan, god dammit,
Danny, stay with us.
(Hector grunts)
(door creaks)
- What the... Yeah, Hector.
It's a very stupid, stupid decision.
Oh, fuck it.
(ominous music)
(officer sobs)
(ominous music)
- Hector!
(ominous music)
Where'd you go, man?
- Fuck is this place? I'm fucked.
About as fucked as a masturbator
without motion, fucked.
- We need to find a way outta here.
- I can't reach anybody.
- Yeah, rubble's blocking the signals.
(radio scratching)
- [Broadcaster] Broadcasting
will be (indistinct).
- 328, go for dispatch. Do you copy?
(radio scratching)
- That ain't dispatch, Junior.
(ominous music)
- Hector, where'd you go, man?
(Ronan screams)
Where'd you go, man?
(metal thuds)
- Who the fuck's there?
Who's fucking with me?
I got a big gun.
- Hector!
Hector, can't you fucking hear me, ah.
- We can hear you just fine.
- Ah, fucking, god dammit.
- You wanna fuck with
me? I'm a bad Mexican.
(lights buzzing)
(ominous music)
- On your feet.
- It a little difficult
to comply there, officer.
- Ow. Ah!
- I can't fucking move, fucking bitch, ah!
- Hey, Briggs, that's enough.
- You gonna fucking kill me?
- I can't find a good reason out too.
Your call, Briggs. I got your back.
This motherfucker didn't
give you a choice.
You had to shoot, right, Matthews?
- No, now stow your side arm, Briggs.
Charlotte, listen to me.
I know how right this feels to you,
but believe me when I say
this is not the way you wanna play this.
- Yeah, I suppose I
should be thanking you.
- Don't.
(ominous music)
(metal thuds)
- Really?
- [Broadcaster] Civil
defense is common sense.
640 and 1240,
these are the CONELRAD frequencies during
a national emergency
when your regular radio
will be your only official means
of receiving valuable information.
When lies in ashes
God have mercy on your soul
- Is this what you're gonna do?
Hide behind a wall?
Huh? Talk your shit
where I can't get to you?
Do you have a place to hide
(ominous music)
(metal scratches)
Why don't you come out and face
me man to man, mano a mano?
(metal thuds)
- Now where's your boy,
the big guy with the tats?
- Yeah, he wandered in there.
Hasn't come back out yet.
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
(ominous music)
(light buzzing)
(light buzzing)
(metal taps)
(torch clicks)
(ominous music)
(light buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Go with her.
I've got him.
(ominous music)
Come on, face me, come on!
- [Announcer] Decontamination
protocols initiated.
- Decontamination, what's that?
(alarm buzzing)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, I'm just kidding.
I'm just kidding. Look.
Look, it was a joke.
It was a joke.
Hector likes to play games. All right?
Hector is fucking joking.
(Charlotte sighs)
- Isn't that nice?
(light buzzing)
(light zooms)
This is weird.
- This doesn't look
like a part of the mine.
- No, it's like an old
missile bunker or something.
We know the red we want
Is the red we've got
In the old red white and blue
- What the fuck?
It's a brave red
Not a slave red
That means liberty to you
(Hector screaming)
(Hector screaming)
- The blast must have
opened this access point.
(ominous music)
(radio scratches)
- What's causing that?
- Mr. Roger,
you have only one atom bomb dropped
on an American city.
- Anyone hear me?
- [Dispatch] It's disaster On a big scale.
Missile down
- This is Officer Charlotte Briggs
of the Murano Police Department.
Whoever's making this transmission,
state your name in 20.
Creepy.
- [Broadcaster] Grandma always
had plenty for everyone,
no matter what unexpected.
- Scott.
- [Broadcaster] Your family should have
a seven-day supply of...
- What the hell? (grunts)
(Ronan screaming)
- What they hell are you doing?
- Doing a little interrogation.
Standard procedure.
- Bullshit, he was crushing
my bottom leg with his boot.
- Fair treatment for a cop killer.
- Last time, I didn't
kill your fucking boy.
- It wasn't for lack of trying.
- Shoots at me, I shoot at him,
a lot of the jumpin', man.
- Hey, do yourself a favor, stop talking.
- Fine by me.
- Help me with this.
- Why the fuck should I do that?
- Because I asked you to.
That should be enough.
Come on.
(officers grunting)
(metal thudding)
(gun rattles)
(group grunting)
- Waste your time.
- Come on. I can feel it starting to give.
- Me too.
(group grunting)
(rock rumbles)
(officer panting)
- All right.
- Just make a break for
it and see what happens.
- In case you haven't noticed,
my leg's fucking crushed, man.
- Now what?
(ominous music)
- Follow Briggs, this
place is a bomb shelter.
It stands to reason there's an
escape hatch to the surface.
- What about him?
- That's the part you're
gonna love, Scott.
We get to carry him.
Come on, we need to lift him up.
Come on, one, two, three.
(group grunting)
- Hey, watch it, man!
- Shut up.
- My leg.
(ominous music)
(ground crunching)
Damn!
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
(eerie music)
- This place smells like a damn tomb.
- Yeah, hey, Briggs?
- In here.
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
(Ronan thuds)
- Protect and serve.
- Shut your fucking mouth, now what?
- Need to look for a way out.
Come across anything promising so far?
- Trail of blood that looks real fresh.
- Doesn't look exactly promising to me.
- What do you think this place used to be?
- Well, military build quality.
Could've been an underground
missile silo, bunker or both.
- I don't know about you guys,
but I think we'd be safer up the tunnel.
- I think I agree with you.
Stands to the reason
there's a rescue team trying
to dig us outta here.
All they'd have to do is
follow the bullet casings
and they could figure
out what happened here.
- Yeah, but that could take days for them
to reach us for all we know.
On the other hand, we could
look for an escape hatch.
- I know one thing. We're
not alone down here.
Whoever did that noise on the radio-
- Feedback, some kind of distortion.
- Bullshit, no, man, something else.
(door thuds)
Shit!
(feet tapping)
- Probably just a gust of wind.
- It's sealed shut.
Gust of wind my ass.
- So trapped in here.
Maybe we should find that escape hatch.
Communism, socialism,
call it what you like
There's very little
difference in the two
Now, ain't I right
Ain't he right
Ain't he right
Your followers sometimes have been
A bearded bathless bunch
- That was weird.
- Somebody's having fun with us.
- They've got eyes on us.
(ominous music)
- I thought I was a pervert.
- Whatever little game you think it
is you're playing here.
- Where do you come from?
- Town of Murano Police Department.
- Listen, it's clear
you value your privacy.
We don't wanna be here any
longer than we have to.
Why don't you do us a
kindness and go ahead
and show us the way out.
- [Overseer] No, no way out.
- (scoffs) Well, that's rather ominous.
- This fucker's even got me freaked out.
- If it's your aim to keep
us here against our will,
I feel obligated to tell you just how bad
of an idea that is.
- Yeah, just a developing thought here,
but I don't think you're scaring him.
- Why don't you shut the fuck up?
- Why don't you blow me?
- Enough, let's collect ourselves.
Come up with a plan of action.
- Way ahead of you, Blondie.
- About our host, what
is your gut telling you?
- Psycho loner came across this place,
rigged it up as his own
personal house of horrors.
(gun firing)
(Ronan grunts)
- Stupid fuck.
- What the hell, Scott?
- You asshole.
- What's your idea, brain trust?
Move deeper in this rat trap,
get snared up in
something that this psycho
has geared up for us?
- Last remaining option.
- We could stay put.
It may be smarter than fumbling
around in the dark.
- I don't wanna fucking stay here.
- Nobody asked you.
Is that what you wanna do?
Stay here and hope a
rescue team can find us.
(ominous music)
- No, we move out.
Look for an escape hatch.
- Agreed.
- All right, let's move out.
(ominous music)
(Ronan chuckles)
- Yeah, hey, kinda get the
feeling you're not big on cops.
In case you haven't noticed,
I'm not too well about 'em either.
Guess we got that in common.
Gotta ask, did you see a big
Mexican guy come through here?
More important, did you
see what he was carrying?
Flash drive, 30 million in crypto.
You like money, don't ya?
$30 million, man.
(eerie music)
We got his attention.
(eerie music)
(machine whining)
(alarm buzzing)
- Real smooth, slick.
- What is this stuff?
(smoke roaring)
(alarm buzzing)
- Dunno, but the prudent course of action,
we just try to avoid it.
Not gonna argue with that,
I'm running outta real estate here
- Door over here!
- Let's get outta here.
(Charlotte grunts)
- Get your ass in here, yeah. (grunting)
- Over here!
(alarm buzzing)
(smoke roars)
(lights buzzing)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
Let there be light.
- I wonder how this place is powered.
I can't imagine it's
connected to the county grid.
- Well, considering it's likely military,
I wouldn't rule out a
localized reactor unit.
- I'm just glad it still works.
- Facility log, last entry,
March 14th, 1986.
(cassette rattling)
- [Narrator] 14th of March,
16 days since critical breach
of Eagle 3's containment chamber.
We remain cut off from everything.
Sent out several distress
signals when we could
to everyone from DMSP, DOD,
Air Force Central Command.
Starting to lose hope that
anyone's still looking for us.
First notion was that the radiation
from the reactor breach
shorted out our communications,
but it just doesn't make any sense.
The radiation would've
fried all the electronics
in this sector, but we
still have power down here.
Nothing seems to add up.
- Should I play another one?
- Project Iliad, try that one.
- March 26 of '86. That's 12 days later.
- [Kevin] Operations Officer
Kevin Josephine Douglas.
Entry dated, doesn't matter.
All efforts to communicate
with the outside world
have been unsuccessful,
but I'm convinced now
that whatever's jamming
the transmission's coming
from inside the facility.
Hent, having a hard
time keeping Hope alive.
And if the Air force followed
standard operation protocol,
I mean, well, they by now
encased us under 200 tons
of concrete to prevent
any further radioactive contamination.
They've left us here. Buried alive.
(Charlotte sighs)
- Damn, tough break.
- Play the next one.
(cassette rattling)
(cassette clicks)
- [Kevin] Food is growing scarce
and we've been cut off
from the supply bay.
There's enough nonperishables
in there to keep us fed
for 10 lifetimes, but every attempt
to access the bay has
been a dismal failure,
as is our efforts to
send out a distress call.
No doubt the world
above has written us off
for dead a long time ago.
One small blessing is the
recent bat infestation.
It's become a source of sustenance.
How the hell these things
are getting in here,
I have no idea, but at this point
they're very welcome house guests.
(cassette clicks)
- Look, there's one more entry after that.
(cassette rattling)
- [Kevin] Something's happening to us.
These bats are growing
bigger, more aggressive.
Stranger still, those of us
that have consumed these animals
have began to mutate, skin discoloration.
Extensive hair growth was
followed by some enhancements
to our natural abilities.
It's hard to even describe it, but we are,
all of us, changed.
- Is that it?
No, the tape's still rolling.
(floor thudding)
(alarm buzzing)
- [Kevin] Bats, get back!
(guns firing)
(bats screeching)
(audio distorting)
(disembodied chattering)
- Wow.
(gun clicks)
- What now?
- Should double back.
Try and link up with Scott.
(ominous music)
- This fuckin gun outta my back, asshole.
The hell is this place?
Either fucking retarded or what?
Hey, watch it, man.
Fuck is this place?
Place gives me the creeps.
- Do you ever shut your mouth?
What the fuck is that?
(upbeat music)
(tool thuds)
(Ronan grunts)
- Sorry, partner, just not
moved for company right now.
(chains rattling)
(ominous music)
- Just how long do you
think these tunnels run?
- Who the hell knows?
When I was a kid, I went on a field trip
to a retired Titan Missile silo.
It was a long time ago,
but it was only one
or two large rooms.
Nothing like this.
- The other thing that trips me up...
- What's that?
- The age of those recordings
and whoever the puppet
master voice was over the PA,
say he reached the rank of
captain, let's call him 40.
So today that would make him about?
- 78, yeah, sounded about that decrepit,
but I don't make him
for the mystery voice.
- Why is that?
- Key takeaways from that recording,
Air Force officials
said that communication
and food stores had been cut off.
No, the good captain was just like us.
- Rat in a maze.
- I think so.
- By who?
- That's the million dollar question.
(metal rumbling)
(ominous music)
(feet tapping)
- Who are you?
(eerie music)
(feet tapping)
What do you want?
(creature chattering)
I'll get you. I'll get you.
(ominous music)
(heart beating)
(light thuds)
Holy shit
Oh, this is, oh.
(Hector groaning)
Who did this to you, brother?
Hector, hey, Hector, Hector,
what did this to you?
(Ronan panting)
(Hector screeching)
(eerie music)
(gun fires)
(eerie music)
(metal thuds)
What the hell is this place?
(ominous music)
(metal creaks)
What the fuck?
- [Overseer] (indistinct)
Mutation of the human species.
- Who are you?
- [Overseer] I am the Overseer.
- What you want?
- [Overseer] Only to be left
in peace with my children.
- Children, what children?
(creatures shrieking)
(eerie music)
Okay, I can already tell you
I'm in no hurry to meet 'em.
- [Overseer] Fish on the right,
and mine's sadly turned feral.
(creature growling)
Once they were like you.
Now they're more basic,
but superior predator.
- Why are you telling me this?
Some sick twisted way
to get your rocks off.
- [Overseer] Volatility,
evidence that man has not evolved
past his primitive self,
nor has he embraced it.
- You jumbly fuck, I
can't make sense of you.
- [Overseer] You're a
killer, an apex hunter.
- When I need to be.
- [Overseer] An abomination,
a detested enigma.
Have you ever wondered why?
- No, just play the hand I'm dealt.
- [Overseer] You kill, you take.
No doubt the reason those police officers
were hunting you, so very based.
- I is what I is.
- [Overseer] They condemn you,
cast you when your deed says evil.
- Yeah, judgmental fucks.
- [Overseer] I do not,
for you only do what is in your nature.
- I guess that's right.
And that device, as you call it,
has $30 million worth of crypto on it.
- [Overseer] Impressive.
- Thanks.
- [Overseer] A predator.
- I suppose that's true enough.
- [Overseer] I understand.
- Oh, doesn't that just give
me all the warm fuzzies inside?
You understand me so much,
maybe you seat clear,
and let me outta here.
- [Overseer] That would gain me nothing.
- And keeping me gets you what?
(ominous music)
Okay, if not that,
then why don't you come
outta your little hidey-hole
and show your face so I
know who I'm dealing with.
- [Overseer] Perhaps.
- [Ronan] Perhaps?
- [Overseer] Once my experiment is over.
- What experiment?
- [Overseer] Survive my
gauntlet, prove yourself worthy
of further study or perish
as yet another obsolete form of existence
that warrants no further observation.
(lights thudding)
(lights zooming)
(Ronan panting)
(light thuds)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(metal thuds)
(metal rattling)
(eerie music)
(gun firing)
(creatures growling)
(gun firing)
(tense music)
They're buildin' a bigger bomb
What a crazy human race
Let 'em kill us all and
we'll stand and watch
Well, brother that ain't for me
- (groaning) Briggs, Mathis!
("Atom Bomb" by Glenn Barber)
(Scott groans)
Fucking convict.
Now the place for me
is up in them hills
In a cave way back in the rocks
When that thing goes
off I'll get the char
But none of the real bad shocks
Come on, motherfucker!
Can of beans
And an old hound dog or two
If there's anybody
left it's gonna be me
When all of this mess is through
They're buildin' an atom bomb
Gonna really cook our goose
(ominous music)
Come on, motherfucker!
Fucker!
(Scott grunts)
Come on!
(Scott grunting)
Come on!
(creature howls)
(creature howling)
(ominous music)
(flesh mushing)
(creature growling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(light buzzing)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music)
(items rattling)
(door thuds)
(eerie music)
- Shit, guess he wants us to go this way.
- No, no more.
Not one more fucking step.
I'm done playing.
(light thudding)
- [Overseer] But you're so close.
- Close to what?
I asked you a question,
but I don't get an answer.
- [Overseer] So very close.
- Okay, what now?
- Back to the silent treatment.
- [Overseer] A proposition.
- We're all ears.
- [Overseer] What if I were to tell you,
I would release one of you
if the other would agree
willingly to stay here with us?
- I would say you're full of shit.
- How do we know you'll keep your word?
- [Overseer] You can't, but
with no other reasonable course
of action remaining to you,
the logical course is clear.
Agree to my terms and
hope they are honored.
- No deal.
- Wait, I'll stay.
- Don't start with that hero shit.
- [Overseer] Agreed, and
seeing as I already have
a male subject,
my need for a female is far greater.
- What male subject?
- [Overseer] The criminal,
he shows promise.
- And you can get that
outta your head right now.
- Hold on, just what
do you need with a male
and female subject anyway?
- Your intrusion was unwelcome only
because it was unexpected.
Now I've come to see the benefits
inherent to your arrival.
- Rats in a maze.
- [Overseer] New subjects,
new genetic material,
a welcome gift if the test
subjects prove worthy.
- This is a load of shit,
completely out of the question.
He can't let any of us
out here without blowing
a lid off of this twisted little outbreak.
Why don't you offer us something
a little more plausible?
- [Overseer] Very well.
(eerie music)
(creatures growling)
(gun firing)
(creature shrieking)
(gun firing)
- Mathis! (screams)
(gun firing)
Mathis.
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
Is that Cosby?
- Funniest man alive.
- Oh boy.
Who are you?
- I'm sorry, it's been
so long since I seen
another... (sobbing)
I must smell terrible.
- It's fine.
- My name is...
My name is Private Jim Stanley.
- Officer Charlotte Briggs.
- You hungry?
- No, I'm...
(items rattling)
- I didn't eat the bats.
Don't suppose you're the rescue mission.
- No, but if we can keep
our heads down long enough,
once they sort through the rubble,
they'll realize we're not there.
- They, who's they?
- I'm a police officer.
We chased three fleeing
suspects into this place.
The cavalry's coming eventually.
At least I hope they are.
- Calvary.
- Just stay close to me.
I'll get you outta here.
- Ma'am, there ain't no calvary comin'.
- My fellow officers
aren't gonna stop looking
until they find us.
- You think a multi-billion
dollar facility like this
is just forgotten about?
- For all appearances, it would seem so.
- Buried, but not forgotten.
A dark shame
that needs to stay secret.
- Just who the hell are you?
- No one.
- Honestly, if you start
with that cryptic shit, I...
- But that's why I was chosen.
I was recruited at a bootcamp
when I was 19 years old.
The first couple of days I
couldn't figure it out, why me?
I wasn't special forces.
I was an average grunt
with below average scores.
A level four computer programmer
in a top secret facility.
Then I talked to a few of the other guys
and it started to dawn on us.
One thing we had in common, no families.
- Expendable.
- If something should go wrong,
no grieving families
they'd have to answer to.
- And something did go wrong.
- Understatement of the century.
Rather than try to save us,
we were buried alive
by the very government we were
sworn to protect.
- That's heavy.
- You'll be declared dead,
so will anybody else who
comes looking for you.
They'll fill it in just like before.
Tell anyone who asks
that you were killed when
this mine collapsed on you.
- No, no, they blew a hole to get in here.
We blow one to get out.
- He's not gonna let that happen.
- Then we kill him.
- Sh.
- Then I blow his fucking head off.
- Not possible.
- Why? Who is this guy?
- Dr. Ulrich Schaefer.
He was the director of the facility,
a relic from the Oppenheimer days.
He was trying to develop a new kind
of missile facility based on
artificial intelligence and
human machine interface.
He can see everything,
hear everything.
- That means that he can hear and see you
and he keeps you alive
for some reason, why?
- Probably because he
doesn't consider me a threat.
And he's right.
You on the other hand...
(bats chirping)
They're here.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
Behind you, clear shot
to the head will stop it.
- Copy that.
(creature growling)
(gun fires)
- Watch your step.
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
- Where are you taking me?
- The last place the
Overseer would expect.
- God, what does that mean?
- We got movement.
- Drop it!
Where's Scott?
- Took a bad step?
Afraid to say.
- And just what role did you
have to play in that I wonder?
- Can we cut the cops versus
bad guy stuff for now,
at least till we get outta here?
I think it's better
we're on the same team.
- Or I could just put you down right now.
- [Overseer] Come now, Officer.
The criminal speaks sense.
- (chuckles) And now I'm
supposed to take advice from you?
- Hello, Stanley. Siding
with intruders, I see.
- We're not intruders.
We're just trying to
get the fuck outta here.
- [Overseer] And you, Officer...
- And me, what?
- Your badge are done.
They mean nothing down here.
The powerlessness you feel now,
fading dignity, is that what will need
to become a police officer?
The rage, the insistence
that no matter what,
you would never be the
victim, and yet here you are.
It's a cycle, you see?
- What are you, a fucking head shrink?
- You're all in your own
sprinkles of despair,
spinning and spinning
until one day you die
alone and afraid.
But I and my children will live forever.
- Well, I've proved that theory wrong
with quite a few of your children.
- [Overseer] Indeed, you've proven quite
the worthy adversary,
far more than my colleagues.
I'm grateful to you for
providing me this challenge.
- Go to hell.
- [Overseer] There is no hell, Officer.
Only the cycle.
- Fascinating.
What happens now?
- [Overseer] What you want, freedom.
I believe it's time we met face to face.
(ominous music)
- I don't see much of a choice. Do you?
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(metal rattling)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(metal rattling)
(metal scratching)
(metal thuds)
Wait, don't.
(ominous music)
What the fuck?
(eerie music)
(TV clicks)
(static crackling)
- I've looked better, I must admit.
- What is this?
- The inner center.
The central control room.
This could be promising.
- What do you mean?
Just keep him talking.
(ominous music)
- So you got us here. What now?
- Look upon me, this sad pile of bones
is what remains of my body.
But though the mind was
strong, the flesh was weak.
My only recourse was to
abandon my physical form.
- You're a fucking ghost in a machine.
- Can you not see what I've accomplished?
I've managed to fuse my consciousness
into the mainframe of this facility.
Its long corridors and
winding tunnels are my arms
and legs and bones.
- And now we're looking at the brain.
- You are.
- Well, when you're
going for the kill shot.
- Don't!
- Give me half
a good reason to.
- Open your mind.
Take hold of the marvel before you.
- All I see is a murderer
- Then you are truly blind,
as sightless as those who
tried to control me before.
- Before, you mean the military?
- They never would've allowed me
to complete my work if they were aware
of my full intentions.
- So you what, sealed yourself in here?
Cut you and everyone else off
from the rest of the world?
- I was dying. Time was short.
Drastic measures had to be taken.
- What I'm hearing is
pretty fucking twisted,
but I gotta give kudos where it's due.
I mean, the way you turned
yourself into a computer.
(Ronan chuckling)
- Thank you, for alas I find
the mechanical form rather limiting.
I've tried before to
escape this confinement,
but my attempts to
imprint my consciousness
on another living vessel
has thus far met with disappointment.
Most of my colleagues had taken
to eating rodents when
I blew the main reactor.
This fused their cells
in a truly remarkable way
and turned them into fierce sentries
I was able to control.
- Your children.
- But their minds were far too submerged.
Then there was young Stanley,
the only uncontaminated survivor.
- But no luck there either.
- No, but my theory remains sound,
and I fully expect to succeed
if I can find the proper host.
You mean one of us?
You have shown that you possess physical
and mental abilities that
far surpass those of Stanley.
But I need to paint myself
onto a clean canvas.
One that has not yet fully
established it's own identity.
- You're talking pig Latin here, man.
- He needs a child, a newborn.
- Exactly.
- You mean you want us to...
- Get it outta your head, convict.
Why in the world would you think
that you could sell us on this?
- Perhaps I only need
to convince one of you.
- Hey, (scoffs) it's no
secret I haven't been
an angel my whole life,
but I have never forced
my intentions on a female.
- Unexpected moral
scruples, disappointing.
- Add to that the fact
that if he even winks
in my direction, I'm blowing
a tunnel through his skull.
- Well, then.
- Well then what?
- I can be very persuasive
when attempting to
accomplish my objectives.
- What, are you gonna sing us
some Marvin Gaye or something?
- Safe bet got something else in mind.
- [Overseer] Indeed.
- What? Stanley, what are you doing?
- Been a long time comin' Doc.
- Stop this at once.
- Fat chance of that.
- No, you can't.
- [Ronan] What's going on?
- No!
(TV beeping)
(static crackling)
(lights thudding)
(static crackling)
- What just happened?
- He's now blind as a bat.
(audio distorting)
(tense music)
But the clock's taking and
we've got to make this count.
(audio distorting)
(tense music)
- Make what count?
(buttons clicking)
(tense music)
(static crackling)
And I managed to turn
off his eyes and ears,
but he's moving fast.
(static crackling)
(screen beeping)
(tense music)
- Can you find a way to get us out?
- Possibly, if such a way ever existed.
(screen beeping)
The problem is we're
still buried under 20 tons
of granite and concrete and...
(alarm wailing)
Yeah.
- What?
- Something's happening here.
(alarm wailing)
(screen beeping)
- A government oversight, Stanley.
Before they encased us
in this concrete tomb,
they removed all the warheads
from the sidle complex,
or so they thought.
Fortunately for me,
I was able to transplant one
they wrongly believed destroyed
during the sabotage.
- What the fucking is
he rambling on about?
- He's saying he has an active warhead.
(tense music)
(alarm buzzes)
(tense music)
He's rising, heat signature readings
that would indicate he's
preparing to detonate it.
- What, a fucking nuke?
(alarm buzzing)
(screen beeping)
(buttons clicking)
(buttons beeping)
- He's bluffing. Surely
that would destroy him too.
- Not true, Officer, because
my circuits are protected
by 40 feet of level insulation.
- [Charlotte] He sounds
weaker than before.
- I still control most
of the primary systems,
but the energy surge is
coming from Sector 6,
an area thought that'd
been completely destroyed
by the sabotage.
- Fucking guy's always been
a step ahead of everybody.
(Jim panting)
- Perhaps not.
(ominous music)
(buttons clicking)
(buttons buzzing)
(notification beeping)
(Jim panting)
(buttons clicking)
(buttons buzzing)
We got two minutes.
(screen beeping)
(screen buzzing)
- Until?
- Follow me.
- Where you going man?
- Just keep up.
(tense music)
(feet tapping)
- Right behind you, get down!
(gun firing)
(Ronan screaming)
(flesh mushing)
(gun firing)
Come on.
(Ronan groans)
- I'm not limping away from this.
(ominous music)
Motherfucker.
(feet tapping)
(creature growling)
(Ronan panting)
- 30 seconds, they're swarmin' us.
- I can't leave him.
- Gimme gun? (panting)
- No.
- Gimme the goddam gun.
I'll cover you.
Go, go.
- [Jim] Down here.
- Go.
(creatures growling)
(eerie music)
Come on, ah! (gun firing)
(alarm buzzing)
(ominous music)
- What are these?
- They're built to absorb a
direct hit from a nuclear blast.
And in this case, it's a blast
coming from the facility.
- Okay, so how does that help us then?
- Because you sealed the
center behind the blast doors.
Even less fortunate for me,
these open ones protected my circuitry
and left me completely exposed
to the force of the detonation.
(ominous music)
- You mean...
- [Overseer] Well played, Stanley
- And you can't override any of this?
- [Overseer] No.
- His encryption would
take years to decipher.
Not bad for a level four programmer.
- Stop it, Doc. You're
going to give me a big head.
(alarm buzzing)
(missile whining)
(screen beeping)
- Why can't he just shut down the warhead?
Is he not in control of it anymore?
- [Overseer] No one controls it now.
Game, set, match.
(ominous music)
- You're gonna wanna hold
on to something real tight.
(ominous music)
(alarm buzzing)
(eerie music)
(screen beeping)
(ominous music)
(Jim panting)
- Tell them, tell 'em about me,
and what I was able to accomplish here.
- Yeah, fat chance
anybody's gonna believe us.
(screen beeping)
(alarm buzzing)
(tense music)
- What ugly sight of death within my mind.
(screen beeping)
(flames roaring)
(static crackling)
(bomb exploding)
(screen ringing)
(static crackling)
(ominous music)
(bomb exploding)
(blaze rumbling)
(ominous music)
(Charlotte coughs)
- Is he?
- I heard yours?
- Why not.
The Overseers jammers were
vaporized. (chuckling)
(Jim panting)
- Maybe they can drill us outta here.
- It definitely a possibility
if they can pinpoint
the exact location.
- Can you relay that?
- I think I can.
This is Private Jim Stanley, come in.
(indistinct)
Do you read me?
- [Dispatch] We read you. (indistinct)
- I've got some coordinates for you, son.
On the northwest corner,
you're gonna head west 60 feet,
then north toward where
the missile used to be.
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
(dispatch chattering
in a foreign language)
(melancholic music)
(sirens wailing)
(dispatch chattering)
- Police station shit.
- [Dispatch] Rescues arrived.
- But there have been a lot
of advancements over the
last few decades. (chuckles)
I can take you to a proper coffee house.
(dispatch chattering)
- And some things never change.
- [Dispatch] Copy that.
Copy (indistinct) over.
(melancholic music)
- No doubt coming to let
us know the official story.
- Same old shit.
And, yeah, you're right.
This is bad.
- Come on, let's get outta here.
Get you a proper cup of Joe.
- [Dispatch] Thank you. (indistinct).
(melancholic music)
There's some things in the mine
'Cause I'm buried alive
They're buried buried
buried buried buried
Buried buried buried buried buried
Buried buried buried buried buried
(energetic music)
There's some things in the mine
There's some things in the mine
I think I'm buried alive
I'm thinkin' I'm thinkin'
I think I'm gonna die
I think
I can't survive
I'm buried I'm buried I'm buried alive
Now I'm gonna die
I'm fornicating
I'm suffocating
You can relating
I'm unattained
And now I'm waiting
And I'm gazing
Don't forget we're all gonna face it
We're all gonna die
'Cause I'm buried alive
Because I'm buried alive
'Cause I'm buried alive
I'm buried I'm buried alive
'Cause I'm buried buried
down in the ground
I wasn't sure if I was gonna be found
'Cause I'm buried alive
In the ground down down down
Wait a minute
What's that
What's that sound
They're digging me out
I finally found
They're gonna bury me
They're gonna bury me again
Because I'm buried
Because I'm buried alive
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(liquid burbling)
(glass clangs)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)