[after Nick kills a future predator by pulling off its neural clamp] Clearly a design fault. We'll have to correct that in the others.
What others? [looks up to see over a dozen similarly-chipped predators in the rafters]
I wouldn't bother trying to escape; they'll rip you to pieces before you can blink! My very own Praetorian Guard...they'll make me untouchable!
[on the Future Predators] You really think you can keep them locked up for long?
Well, properly chipped, they're no more dangerous than a car or an aeroplane. A machine designed for human use.
No, that's not how it's gonna work, Oliver. Because one day they're going to escape, and then when they do, they're going to kill all of us. It's the end of the human race you're looking at.
[gasps in mock terror] I'd love to stand around and discuss your apocalyptic fantasies all day, but I've got work to do.
You've had your chance to surrender, Leek.
I still have twelve creatures out there. One command from me, and there'll be absolute chaos.
Oh, Cutter didn't tell you? That clever little virus of his sent us the contents of your hard disk. We've got names, locations, all sorts of useful stuff. We're just mopping up the last of your menagerie now. Oh, and Jenny just phoned. You have... oh, just a few minutes before we join you. Now if you don't mind, I think there's some snooker on the other channel. [Cutter and the ARC staff snigger]
[furious] Have you ever seen a man torn in half on live TV, Lester!? Call a halt to your men, or I shall order the creatures to dismantle Professor Cutter, joint by joint!
[coldly] The government does not negotiate with terrorists!
30 seconds, then they kill him! Your choice!
James, don't do it, I'm not important!
Unfortunately, I agree with Professor Cutter. No individual's life is worth greater than the safety of the public...
[boredly] Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two-!
[At the last moment, NIck places the neural clamp into a circuit box. The electricity short-circuits all the devices, releasing the predators from Leek's control. As Cutter escapes, the predators descend en masse and tear Leek apart, watched by Lester and his staff]
[emotionlessly] Switch that off, will you?
[after learning Helen has lied to him] I so badly wanted to believe you. [to Nick] BUT THAT DOESN'T PUT YOU IN THE RIGHT!
Stephen, there's a whole army of predators down here! If even one of them makes it above ground level, there's gonna be no one left! Now if you want to help people, we have to do this!
They're too powerful, Nick! Nothing you can do!
Well then, you're gonna have to think of something, or else we're all gonna die! Now you brought them here, you know them! [pause]
The siren...the creatures associate the sound with food. They'll come back to the cage room whenever they hear it.
And if we can lock them in with the predators, then they'll destroy each other! Come on then!
WAIT! I can't close the door! Well otherwise they're gonna get back out!
We can only do that from in there now. The control's on the other side, but whoever does it will be locked in. [as they speak, the creatures are racing towards the room].
Then one of us has got to go back in. [resigned] I'll do it.
You'll never make it out!
Get out of here. [whispers in Stephen's ear] Just remember Lester's not the enemy.
[pleadingly] Nick, please!
[Stephen shakes his head. As Nick turns back to face Helen, Stephen punches him in the face, knocking him to the floor. As he recovers, the sound of the door slamming is heard. Nick leaps back to his feet and looks through the door's viewport]
Sorry mate, I'm doing this one.
No, open the door! OPEN IT!
[smiling sadly] Can't do it, Nick. Can't take the risk.
Tell Abby and Connor...to stay out of trouble.
[As Nick watches, the creatures enter the room and surround Stephen. The pair share one last look before Stephen is ripped apart]
[Dr. Page is surrounded by ARC soldiers at the British Museum]
Stay where you are. Who are you?
...okay... I assume you're some kind of thief?
Actually, I'm a professor.
I've never seen a professor with a gun before.
...it's a pretty specialized field.
James, we've got a problem.
So have I - it's called Christine Johnson. Think "Velociraptor," only better-dressed.
James, a creature has escaped through the anomaly.
Well, can't you look its picture up in your big book of dinosaurs?
. . .
Cutter's tracking it now. We have the anomaly site secured, but there's something else. There was an eyewitness - a young woman in the museum.
Well, you know, have her shot and dispose of her body discreetly. [exits office] Just kidding.
[after inadvertently damaging the Sun Cage] I didn't do it.
So, it just fell off by itself?
The Sun Cage is cursed! Anyone who touches it is doomed for life.
Marion was the last person to touch that.
I should have told you that earlier, right? Sorry about that - bad luck.
[Connor sits on a crate and immediately breaks a vase]
[consulting Sarah Page's file] PhD in Egyptology, veteran of archaeological digs in every corner of the Middle East, and now you're giving lectures to school kids at the Museum. How'd that happen?
Just not very good at taking orders.
Well in that case, you should fit in like a house on fire! Doctor Page, you cannot talk about anything you saw today, is that clear? Or should I have you arrested for your own safety?
By his standards, he was being polite.
[Danny Quinn questions the incarcerated Connor through the viewport of his cell]
You tell me what you were doing at that house with your pals.
Look, I know you're not a property developer, and you're not Oxbridge enough to be MI5. So, what?
One phone call. I'll clear the whole thing up! ...please?
[Danny walks out of frame]
...is that a "yeah" or a "no"?
[Danny reaches into frame and shuts the viewport]
