the
situation is the same across the country. 
Marshal law is now nationwide.
Major cities in all parts of the country:
New York, Los Angeles... 
report plague victims falling dead
in the streets, in their homes, at work. 
The first symptom appears to be
severe choking... 
followed by immediate unconsciousness.
Death occurs within minutes. 
Whether a state of war
between China and Russia still exists...
is not important any longer.
Our fellow countrymen are dying. 
The very foundations of civilization
are beginning to crumble... 
under the dread assault of
that horror long feared, germ warfare. 
CONELRAD Channel.
This is a class-one emergency. 
All civilian traffic is barred
from streets and highways. 
Stay in your homes. 
Those found without specific military
orders, are subject to summary execution. 
Stay in your homes.
Repeat. CONELRAD Channel. 
This is a class-one emergency. 
All civilian traffic is barred
from streets and highways. 
Now the question is survival.
Is this the end of technological man? 
Is this the conclusion of all our yesterdays,
the boasts of our fabled science... 
the superhuman conquests
of space and time, the age of the wheel? 
We were warned of judgment. 
Here it is. Here, now... 
in the form of
billions of microscopic bacilli. 
This is the end. 
Neville.
I see.
Let's try the test vaccine.
93B-71.
How the hell do I know?
We'll find out.
All right, I'll be there in an hour.
Vaccine.
With fire, my brothers, we have purified
all that lives with our zeal... 
and we shall continue with our work. 
With our devotion,
we shall cleanse the world. 
And Neville will come down,
down to the Family into judgment...
down to punishment for his blasphemies.
Here is the instrument of cleansing,
my brethren.
And nothing quite cleanses like fire.
I was lucky today.
Believe me, I was lucky.
He tried a gambit...
and it almost worked.
But it ended up a stalemate...
with the Family down three pawns.
What do you think his next move will be?
End games are always
full of surprises, aren't they?
My move.
Discovered check.
How does that grab you, Caesar?
Your move, Imperator.
Excuse me.
Did you move?
Balls.
You used to be a nice guy once,
you know that?
And Speedy Bob Neville,
his great legs churning...
goes flashing across the finish line...
with a 3-minute-and-50-second mile.
Go ahead. I wanna see
some son of a bitch beat that.
This is recording 6306,
Rimini Boulevard, Sector 2.
Last five blocks have been clear...
except for some signs
they've been foraging for food...
in a small grocery store...
at 5500 block.
You'd think the prices
would keep them in the supermarkets.
You gotta hand it to them.
They sure cover their tracks.
Two years.
If I could just find the nest,
find out where they hole up.
Matthias!
All right, where's Matthias?
Come on. Where's Matthias?
Where's the hive?
Journal recording 958. August 5, 1977.
I found another one,
one of Matthias' group, dead of plague.
The sweep continues.
Not my color.
Wait! Come back!
I want to talk to you!
Is this how it starts?
A trip to the laughing academy?
No, you silly bastard.
It starts with you
asking yourself idiot questions.
Right.
Okay.
Let's get cleaned up...
and find a drink before the bars close.
And, all brothers and sisters,
I ask you to look at him.
Does he have the marks?
Do you see them?
You see him, as we were
before the punishment...
before we gained grace.
You see lying there the last of scientists,
of bankers, of businessmen...
the users of the wheel.
Do we use the tools
of the wheel as he does?
- Is he of the Family?
- No.
Is he of the sacred society?
- Then what is he?
- Evil.
He is part of the dead.
He has no place here.
He has the stink of oil
and