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Carlos: It’s been awhile. Subway’s gotta be clear of the city by now.
Tyrell: Along with your hot date?
Carlos: Nah, she’s not like that. Hell, she’s not like anybody.
Tyrell: Alright, keep your head screwed on, Romeo. This is the police station.
Carlos: Uh, you sure? ‘Cause it looks like a cemetery to me.
Marvin: Brad! Stop!
Carlos: T!
Marvin: C’mon, man. Not you too. Sorry…
Brad: So… rry…
Tyrell: Shit! It’s locked!
Carlos: You stay on the door. I got this fucker. Come get some!
Tyrell: It’s open. Leave him! C’mon!
Carlos: Somebody didn’t have time to put his blues on. Sorry, poster boy.
Carlos: He’s S.T.A.R.S.? That could be useful.
Carlos: Where’d that cop go?
Tyrell: Don’t know, don’t care. We got a job to do. If our intel’s still worth a damn, then Bard’s in the S.T.A.R.S. office. Let’s find him and take him into custody.
Carlos: Custody? I thought this was a rescue.
Tyrell: Carlos, take a look at this. I’ve located the S.T.A.R.S. office. Remember, Bard had access to Umbrella’s darkest secrets. He knows we’ll try to keep him under our thumbs.
Carlos: So this “search and rescue mission” is really more like “find and detain.” …Right. Good to know.
Tyrell: I’ll open the shutter so you can get through.
Carlos: You stay here and find out what’s been going on here at the station.
Tyrell: Call ya if I find anything. Hey. Be careful.
Carlos: Yeah, you too, man.
Carlos: Wow, your tax dollars at work, huh?
Carlos: Now here’s a weird fuckin’ door.
Tyrell: Leave it. We’re here for Bard.
Carlos: Area looks clear.
Carlos: What the hell was that thing? Couldn’t have been a zombie. It didn’t stick around. Here we go…
Carlos: T, you copy? There’s something real nasty in here. I don’t know what it is.
Tyrell: Something nasty? Alright. I’ll take a look with the cameras. Watch your six.
Carlos: Yeah, welcome, Leon. Bet you had a kickass first day.
Carlos: Shit. Locked. Kinda fucked up shooting cops.
Tyrell: Carlos, the S.T.A.R.S. office is up ahead.
Carlos: Copy that.
Carlos: OK, guess we’ll be doing this the explodey way.
Carlos: There you are, dickface! Nighty-night.
Tyrell: Carlos, I’ve hit a dead end with the terminal here. Gonna head your way.
Carlos: Copy that. Gotta move.
Carlos: Man, it sucks to be popular. One at a time, take a number.
Carlos: This asshole again!
Carlos: Dr. Bard!
Dr. Bard: Oh, thank god. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to reach somebody?
Carlos: Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you out of there. Just tell me where you are.
Dr. Bard: I’m trapped in a goddamn hospital, surrounded by every kind of abomination… Look, just send in S.T.A.R.S. They’re gonna know what to do.
Carlos: Nah, negative. R.P.D.’s overrun too.
Dr. Bard: Then figure it out! Umbrella’s gone crazy. They’re killing all the researchers. I am the only one who knows how to make the vaccine to stop the zombies… so you can either sit there with your dick in your hand, or send—send somebody who’s capable of getting me the hell out of here!
Tyrell: I like him already.
Carlos: Yeah, you would. You heard what he said. We can’t turn him over to the company.
Tyrell: That’s not our call to make. That’s Mikhail’s call. I’m gonna check the computer and see if I can trace the doc’s location. This’ll take some time. Look around, see if you can find anything useful.
Carlos: Is that Jill in the front row?
Carlos: Yeah, what’s up? Derailed? Was anyone hurt?
Tyrell: Jill?
Carlos: Ah, shit… Wait what!? Jill? Jill, what happened!? Jill, come in! T, I gotta go.
Tyrell: Do what you gotta. I’ll take care of Bard.