Man 1: Come on, get him on the plane! We gotta get him evac'ed!
Man 2: We got another one down! Behind the train! Covering rear.
I've got a visual!
Man 1: We're getting torn to shit out here!
Where the hell's that EPA? He's almost to the transport!
Man 3: Quickly, let's get this over with.
Man 1: Clear out! EPA coming down! That's it! End this fucker! Don't let him through!
Man 4: You have gone far enough!
Man 5: I've told you everything, just leave me be.
You're not Armacham... Who are you? Who are you?
It's you! What do you want?
Man 3: Allow me. This will kill him. This man is a shell, brother. Empty. All he desires is to forget. All the testing, the... surgeries. They weren't able to create any new prototypes with Mother, so... they used artificial means. He's like us, brother. Or at least... manufactured to be like us.
Man 5: These butchers turned us into monsters... I know who you are. You're her bastard son!
I'm here because of you.
Man 3: Mother chose him... It is true bother... conception.
Man 5: You have to kill the filthy maggot that grows inside her!
Man 3: She's no longer your mother! The child... it must... It cannot be allowed to... live!
Say hello to Mother.