Leon: Oh boy.
Ada: Wish you were here, Carla. So you could clean up your mess.
Ada: That's it? Show's over?
Chris: We found him!
Simmons: This can't be!
Ada: This is what you get for playing with the C-Virus.
That's right. Keep looking.
Simmons: You! Damn you!
Chris: What the hell happened in here?
Helena: Glad to see you're safe!
Chris: I'm going as fast as I can!
Ada: All this for the love of a woman. Tragic.
Chris: Here he comes! Get ready!
Ada: Looks like fun.
Chris: Unload on that fucking bastard!
Ada: Can't stay out of trouble, can you, Leon? And always one step behind.
You and Carla have left a lot of misery in your wake, Simmons. I'm going to make sure it all ends here. Maybe I can at least buy these people some time. We've all seen enough senseless death for one day.
I hope they've got insurance.
I'd like to do more. I really would. But carrying everyone out isn't an option.
Excuse me, I'm trying to land here.
Now time to clean up the last of Simmon's mess.
Okay, last item on the list, eliminate all traces of theft of my identity.