We open up to a shot of Wray’s face, lying on the ground. As he rolls over, the two ladies, Cherry and Dakota assure him that he’ll be okay. He gets up and is now standing in the middle of a cell with the rest of the crew.

Cherry:
We’re here in quarantine with the other survivors.

Wray:
Where is here?

Cherry:
The old army base.

Abby:
El Wray? That you?

Cherry:
He’s with them, I saw him in their convoy earlier.

Abby:
I’m a scientist… And a businessman, not military.

Hague:
Which is why he’s gonna tell us what the fuck is going on.

Abby:
They’re stealing biochemical weapons.
Wray:
DC2?

Abby:
Also known as “Project Terror.” Designed to take out an entire populis in a land-locked area.

Wray:
And you’re supplying it to them. That’s why they shut you out.

Abby:
They found my supply. It’s under our feet. Ten stories down.

Wray:
What about countering with atropine and PAM-2?

Abby:
Interferes with the neurotoxin delivery, sets off the cell-blaster, and you’re gushing blood and pus through every sacred hole in your body.

Cherry:
Appetizing.

Abby:
The only treatment is a regimented exposure to DC2 itself. It delays the negative effects.

Wray:
They need it. Like a drug.
Abby:
Correct. But we found that a small percentage of people are not affected by the gas itself, and within this small percentage lies a cure.

Hague:
What do you want to do?

Wray:
Mexico. Put our backs against the ocean and defend ourselves from there.

Abby:
No. We have to get back to my lab. This infection will spread all over the world, to every man, woman and child. Unless I finish my antidote.

Wray:
You have an antidote?

An elevator door opens up with soldiers exiting and walking towards the quarantine cell. They open the cell door and one of the soldiers points to the girls with his pistol.

Soldier 1:
You! You! Come with us. Move it! Move it Peggy!

As soon as the soldiers turn their backs, Wray makes a go for it, striking one of them from behind. Instantly another soldier takes Wray down and shoves him back into the cell, closing the door. The soldiers and the girls are now in the elevator going down.

Soldier 1: (with gas mask on, so it’s incoherent)
You like Ava Gardner?

Cherry:
I’m sorry?
Soldier 1: (removes gas mask)
Ava Gardner. Do you like her?

Cherry:
Yeah, I guess.

Soldier 1:
I was just thinking that you uh… Kind of look like Ava Gardner a little bit.

She doesn’t respond, which frustrates the soldier, he slams his fist into the emergency stop button and the elevator comes to a hault. He turns back around to face the girls.

Soldier 1:
You got something you want to say to me?

Cherry:
I have nothing to say to you.

Soldier 1:
You got nothing to say, huh? That’s funny. ‘Cause I could’ve swore you just gave me a “fuck you” look right now. You want to say “fuck you” to me?

Cherry:
Not at this moment.

Soldier 1: (flashes a pistol)
You know what this is?

Cherry:
A gun.

Soldier 1:
It’s simplicity itself. You see, you point it at what you want to die and you pull the little trigger here and a little bullet comes out of here. And the little bullet, hits you right there (presses Cherry’s forehead). And you know what? You don’t look like Ava Gardner no more. Don’t taunt me tramp. I am not one to be taunted. (His face begins to deform and abscesses form) You got it? Let me hear you say “I got it”.

Cherry:
I got it.

Soldier 1:
You damn well better.

The soldier slams the emergency stop button again, and the elevator resumes going down.

Cherry: (to herself)
Tool.

A saxophone can be heard, the camera cuts from the elevator back to the holding cell. A man we have not yet been introduced to is playing a saxophone and is playing the tune of the film’s score.

JT: (to himself, licking his fingers)
That’s it. I figured it out. Salt. Got it all figured out, I got it. Salt. Blood is salty. That’s all my sauce needed was just a little more salt. It just needed a little thickening agent. You know what I’m talkin’ about?

Wray:
What are you doing JT?

JT:
That’s all I gotta do, is put a little more salt in. It’d just do the same goddamn thing that the blood did. I tell you what brother, that little bit of blood did the trick.

Wray:
Don’t do nothin’ stupid JT I got it covered.

JT:
It’s already got my sweat, it’s got my tears. Now all it needs is some blood!

As JT says “blood” he hits a guard, instantly saxophone guy hits another guard with the sax, JT is shot. Wray jumps up and attacks another guard and removes his weapon. Wray is now in a stand off with the final guard, both have their guns drawn.

Guard:
Drop the gun!

Wray:
JT!

Guard:
Do it now!

Wray: (handing the pistol back with the barrel aiming at himself)
Okay, okay. Don’t shoot! JT you alright?

The guard reaches in to grab the gun from Wray, when he gets close Wray spins the gun upside down and fires, killing the guard. He then shoots the unconscious guard on the ground. Abby runs to the cell door to get it open.

Hague: (to JT)
Hey, you alright, bro?

JT:
Goddamnit, I’m not alright at all, brother. Not at all.

Wray:
Wait here.

JT:
Oh… I sure will. Goddamn sauce.

Wray and Abby grab guns and walk out of the cell. And onto the elevator, the doors close. Transitioned into the room where Soldier 1 has Dakota and Cherry, among other soldiers. They’re all watching a monitor with a movie trailer playing.

Narrator:
“Women in Cages.” See them in action. See them in love. See them in terror. White skin on the black market. Soft flesh for hard cash. “Women in Cages.”

Soldier 1: (removing his gas mask)
I’mma go get my dick wet.

Soldier 2: (removes mask to speak)
She’s got one leg.

Soldier 1:
Easier access.

Soldier 2:
You got a point.

The two men walk out of frame.