Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Less shooting. - Maybe it's under control.
Get the vents, get the vents.
You won't forget.
Get up! Run! Move it!
They're shooting at us!
Tammy!
You wanna fuck?
Andy! Where are you? Andy!
- Our children are safe, aren't they? - Totally. Yeah.
OK, Sam. Come here. Get closer. Do you see that doorway?
Why aren't you?
Holding against the wall.
Come on, come on, come on. Keep trying. Keep trying!
We'll find Andy.
Not interrupting, am l?
I thought I'd lost you, too.
Gas! Get back! Get back!
No!
Come on.
- Where are you? - Come on! Leave him!
we've got five tins of chickpeas.
- I'll be back in touch. - Doyle, you fucking better be.
I confirm, only target infected.
Get in, Andy!
Not this time.
They were really fast, you know.
All snipers in position.
Andy! Andy!
If this woman has natural immunity she is incredibly valuable.
Go! Go! Go!
You need to get to safe ground. Get to the stadium. Ditch those people.
Where are you?
- Fat guy jerking off in the toilet. - Oh, bug-nuts. Him again.
Clear channels to control room. Control room, this is General Stone.
No, no, don't take 'em to base! Take 'em over the Channel!
Get down. Down! Down!
I apologise for these precautions.
Whatever happens.
designated as District One.
- Give me something to shoot. - Too easy.
Oh, no! Shit! Fuck!