Man 1: Keep moving.
Jake: Sorry guys, time to move on. I don't need a weapon to kill guys like you. Goodbye shitty prison cell. It's been a real slice of heaven.
Man 2: Two test subjects have escaped from the quarters. They must not leave the facility. Permission to use firearms has been granted. Repeat. Two test subjects have escaped from the quarters. They must not leave the facility. Permission to use firearms has been granted.
Jake: I knew she was here.
Sherry: Jake! Where are we?
Sherry: Obviously, but where? Why?
Jake: Don't know. Don't care. I'm done being their guinea pig.
Sherry: What did they do to you?
Jake: Plenty. They said something about using my antibody to enhance the C-virus.
Sherry: Oh, no. What else did they say?
Jake: You know anything about an Albert Wester?
Jake: I take that as a yes. They talked about him a lot. I guess he had an antibody that could fight off any virus. Apparently, he abused his gift, took it for granted and ended up turning himself into some kind of monster. You know I thought Darryl there was just a dead beat that skipped out on us. No, no, no. He was actually a freaking nut job who almost destroyed the world.
Sherry: Your father's actions have nothing to do with you.
Jake: Yeah. But his blood does. It's the whole reason why we're even here. I mean come on. You really think that crazy doesn't run in the family? That nothing of who my father was didn't somehow get passed on down to me. You of all people should know that's true. Just saying the man that I am, things that I've done, at least it all makes a little bit more sense now. What?
Sherry: You can blame your father all you want but at some point, you have to take responsibility for your own actions.