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Jill: I think I can squeeze by.
Jill: Guaranteed to give you a headache.
Jill: This must be the way underground. How is it no one in the hospital ever noticed all this?
Nicholai: I must admit, I respect your tenacity. But I’m afraid our games end here.
Jill: You think this is over?
Jill: A dead end… No, wait.
Jill: Shit. He got away. What was he doing in here?
Tyrell: Jill!
Jill: Tyrell!
Tyrell: I got through! They’re willing to negotiate— They’ll call off the strike, if—and this is one big-ass “if”… we can deliver the vaccine to them before they launch.
Jill: How long do we have?
Tyrell: Hours, maybe.
Jill: Then let’s not waste one more second.
Tyrell: This way. We’ll find the vaccine up ahead.
Jill: Sure you don’t need to stop?
Tyrell: Stop and do what? I got your back.
Jill: Alright. Let’s get this done.
Jill: Tyrell! Now! Keep going! We’re almost there!
Tyrell: Jill…
Jill: No…
Tyrell: Go! GO!
Jill: Shit!