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Kenneth: Get away from me! No! Hey! Hey, no!
Jill: Chris.
Chris: Jill!
Jill: Chris, Wesker’s the —
Chris: I know. I can’t open it. Just wait, I’ll be back.
Jill: OK.
Rebecca: Chris!
Chris: Rebecca!
Rebecca: I saw you in the inner garden. I finally caught up.
Chris: Well, I’m glad you’re OK. No more following, just stay with me, kid.
Rebecca: That’s my plan, sir.
Chris: Wesker.
Wesker: So you’ve come. Chris, you make me proud. Of course, you are one of my men.
Chris: Thanks. Since when, Wesker?
Wesker: I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Chris: Since when have they been slipping you a paycheck!?
Wesker: I think you’re a bit confused. I’ve always been with Umbrella. And S.T.A.R.S. were Umbrella’s— No, rather, my little piggies. The Tyrant Virus leaked polluting this whole place. And unfortunately, I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S.
Chris: You killed them with your own dirty hands! You son of a bitch!
Rebecca: No…
Wesker: Oh, yes, dear. Just like this.
Chris: Rebecca!
Wesker: Don’t move!
Chris: You…
Wesker: I don’t think you want to die just yet. I have something that’s of some interest to you.
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Chris: Wesker.
Wesker: So you’ve come. Chris, you make me proud. Of course, you are one of my men.
Chris: Thanks. Since when, Wesker?
Wesker: I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Chris: Since when have they been slipping you a paycheck!?
Wesker: I think you’re a bit confused. I’ve always been with Umbrella. And S.T.A.R.S. were Umbrella’s— No, rather, my little piggies. The Tyrant Virus leaked polluting this whole place. And unfortunately, I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S.
Chris: You killed Enrico with your own dirty hands! You son of a bitch!
Wesker: Enrico? Yes. I’m a fair man. I’ll destroy all of you S.T.A.R.S. along with this entire place.
Chris: You…
Wesker: Time for show and tell. Get up.
Wesker: The ultimate life-form — Tyrant!
Chris: Wesker, you’ve become senile.
Wesker: Chris, you’ll never understand. It’s magnificent.
Chris: Wesker…
Chris: C’me on, you test-tube freak!
Chris: Rebecca!
Rebecca: Chris.
Chris: It’s a good thing you were wearing your bullet proof vest. There’s nothing left for us to do here. Let’s get moving.
Rebecca. OK.
Rebecca: Chris?
Chris: What is it?
Rebecca: I found a file in the lab… apparently, there’s still a lot of Tyrant Virus here. We should blow this whole place up.
Chris: Right! The show must go on. I’ll leave that up to you, Rebecca.
Rebecca: I’m on it. I’ll start the self-destruct system I found a little while ago.
Chris: It’s not like we’re out of this yet; I’ll see you on the outside.
Rebecca: Outside.
System: The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel must evacuate immediately. Deactivating and releasing all locks.
Chris: Jill! Sorry I made you wait.
Jill: I knew you’d come.
Chris: Let’s get out of here.
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Chris: Jill?
Jill: Chris!
Chris: You’re okay!
Jill: Chris, it’s Wesker. He…
Chris: I know. But first, let’s get out of here.
Jill: Let’s get going!
Brad: This is Brad! Running out of fuel. This is your last chance! If there’s anyone alive, give me a sign! I repeat. This is your last chance!
System: Three minutes to detonation.
Jill: I’ll take care of them.
Chris: But—
Jill: Chris. You just get in contact with Brad somehow.
Chris: OK!
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System: Three minutes to detonation.
Rebecca: The self-destruct system’s activated.
Chris: Good work. Brad’s up in the helicopter! Shit! It’s those nasties again!
Rebecca: Chris, if Brad’s still up there… please try to get in contact with him.
Chris: But…
Rebecca: Leave them up to me.
Chris: Alright! Clean ‘em up!
Rebecca: No problem.
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System: Three minutes to detonation.
Rebecca: The self-destruct system’s activated.
Chris: Good work. Brad’s up in the helicopter!
Rebecca: Those things are coming.
Jill: I’ll take care of them.
Chris: But—
Jill: Chris. You just get in contact with Brad somehow.
Chris: OK!
Rebecca: Chris!
Chris: You okay?
Rebecca: Yeah.
Brad: Chris, use it! Kill it, whatever it is!
Chris: Tired?
Rebecca: Chris, I’m sorry for—
Chris: Rebecca, you did just fine. This case was just too strange. It was just too…
Wesker: Chris, you did a fine job.