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Carlos: Fight it, Jill. I’m gonna get you that vaccine. You’re gonna be OK, I promise.
Carlos: Tyrell, where’s Bard now?
Tyrell: Gotta be the lab in the back. Stay frosty. I’m on my way.
Carlos: Copy. I’ll go on ahead.
Carlos: I don’t got time for this!
System: Welcome to the office of Dr. Nathaniel Bard. Please state your business clearly into the intercom.
Carlos: Dr. Bard, are you in there? I’m here to rescue you! Open the door!
System: No voice match found.
Carlos: “Voice match”? What kind of sci-fi bullshit is this?
Carlos: OK, not this way…
Carlos: Jesus Christ!
Nurse: All I wanted to know was what the documents were doing in your office in the first place—
Dr. Bard: Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m goddam Nathaniel Bard! I’m the best biologist you’ll ever meet, you bedpan-changing waste of a nursing degree. Of course I have connections higher up. Of course the military consults with me on projects beyond your comprehension. So stop wasting my time with your nosy questions!
Nurse: I…I’m sorry, Doctor.
Dr. Bard: …You didn’t read the documents, did you?
Nurse: No, I shredded them just like you asked.
Dr. Bard: Good… Good. If that’s all, you can go back to wiping your patients’ asses. That’s what they pay you for, right? And polish my shoes.
Nurse: Yes, sir.
Dr. Bard: I bet you know a lot about polishing, don’t you? Now fuck off. And don’t say a word to anyone.
Carlos: Bard. Tyrell! Bard’s dead. He’s been shot!
Tyrell: Shit. And the vaccine?
Carlos: I’m looking.
Tyrell: Well, look harder! There’s gotta be a computer, right?
Dr. Bard: This is VRC Chief Nathaniel Bard. September 29… 11 p.m. I am acutely aware… that my time’s running out. And I hope and pray by making this recording and bringing the truth to light… that I can restore some small shred of honor to my name. All of Raccoon City’s suffering began with the release of a biological weapon known as the T-Virus. My employer, the Umbrella Corporation, engineered this virus… and they ordered my team to develop a vaccine, which we did. Now I keep samples of this vaccine here in my office. The rest of it is stored underground. But those sons of bitches on the board… they want to destroy it. They don’t want the world to know what they’ve done… so they’re trying to erase all evidence that the virus ever existed. Now I’m not a fool. I know they don’t want me to—
Carlos: My god, Jill knew all along. And she trusted me anyway. Fuck!
Carlos: Is it here? Alright, Jill. Hang tight. T, I got it!
Tyrell: Good. I’m headed your way.
Carlos: Be careful.
Tyrell: “Careful?” Have you seen this town? It’ll be a fucking miracle if I get there in one piece.
Carlos: You’re gonna be OK, Jill. Come on… This shit better work.
Carlos: Jesus. Tyrell. What the hell happened!?
Reporter: Attention all citizens. The contagion spreading throughout the city has been designated uncontainable. On October 1, Raccoon City will be completely destroyed in a missile strike. All residents capable of rational thought are urged to evacuate immediately. This is not a test. Attention all citizens—
Carlos: Man, that’s only a day away. There’s still people in the city!
Tyrell: You think Uncle Sam gives a shit? Fuck. Here they come.
Carlos: Now you sit tight. I got this.
Tyrell: Better grab some gear. Sounds like there’s a lot of ’em out there… I’m gonna try to lower the window shutters! The less entry points, the better!
Carlos: And how do we do that?
Tyrell: I’ll try hacking into the hospital security system. Keep ’em off me in the meantime!
Carlos: OK, now the fun shit begins.
Tyrell: Carlos, they’ve breached the room!
Carlos: Aw, c’mon.
Tyrell: Find the breaker! It must be somewhere!
Carlos: Almost got it! There. Now I just gotta clean up.
Tyrell: Carlos, maybe you can knock the pillar down with that explosive!
Carlos: I’m on it!
Tyrell: Carlos! You alright?
Carlos: Not even close. But at least it’s over. I’m comin’ back.
Tyrell: Vaccine’s the real deal.
Carlos: Good.
Tyrell: You goin’ somewhere?
Carlos: You’re damn right.
Tyrell: What do you think you’re gonna do? The whole city’s about to be microwaved.
Carlos: C’mon, man. Call the government. Tell them we found a cure. You stall for time!
Tyrell: Ballsy motherfucker.
Carlos: Jill! Oh, thank god! You’re OK. I’ve got good news. It’s over now. The city’s safe. Shoot me, Jill! It’s the only way…
Jill: Where am I? What’s going on?
Emergency Report: Attention all citizens. The missile strike on Raccoon City will occur in just hours. The payload is designed to eradicate all biological material. You will not survive if you remain in the city. Evacuate now. Repeat: evacuate now.
Jill: October 1st? No, it can’t be.
Tyrell: Morning sunshine.
Jill: You saved my life.
Tyrell: I sure as shit didn’t. That was all Carlos. He carried you here and he treated you himself crazy bastard.
Jill: Where is he?
Tyrell: He went underground. Bard stockpiled the vaccine, enough to give the city some hope.
Jill: He thinks he can do this by himself. I’m going after him.
Tyrell: Wait! Did you see the broadcast? They’re gonna blow the city sky high. I’m trying to get ahold of someone, anyone with the clearance to stop it. Leave this mess to him. He’s a professional.
Jill: So am I.
Tyrell: Right. Guess I’m not talkin’ you out of this. The storage facility is underground, beneath this hospital. I’ve lost contact with Carlos, so expect trouble.
Jill: This looks like Nicholai’s work.