Reign of Chaos (2022) - full transcript

It began centuries ago.

He started as an entity,

gaining more power
with every infected soul.

The world thought it was the
next plague, but it was more.

He is the god Chaos,
self-proclaimed, of course,

escaping the realm of chaos,

a void between Heaven and Earth.

He defied
the gods of ancient Greece,

spreading diseases and
blasphemous ideas of revolution.

Olympus fell many centuries ago,

as Zeus and his fellow gods
faded like burnt stars.



With no gods to wreak
his vengeance upon,

Chaos sought those crafted
in Zeus's image, the humans.

With his herd, Erebus and Nyx,

he infects and destroys.

And those lost souls
become joiners.

Their roaming
has spread the plague further.

Slowly, the world is being
consumed of all human soul.

Most of the survivors
escape the cities and live.

Many fall when they return

to cities to scavenge.

The only hope lies in the
bloodlines of the goddess Nike.

Only they can bring
an end to Chaos.

For centuries,
the Phalanx Knights

were guardians.



I've read the scriptures
and heeded the warnings

that for millennia
the seers have predicted.

We have sought out
the Nike lineage,

prepared them and trained them,

waiting for the time
Chaos would return.

The time is now.

But slowly, he is seeking out
and eradicating the bloodline.

Only a few remain.

These three women
of the Nike bloodline

have been under my tutelage
for a while now.

It's not often
I come across a family,

but these three sisters
have trained for this moment.

Chaos does not wait until his
enemies are ready for him, no.

And the end of days
waits for no man.

You are too important to lose!

We go, now!

Your sisters are lost.

No!

Don't!

- Give it to me! Give it to me!
- No!

Stop!

No!

Wait!

Lock her down.
I want to see her face.

No!

Your last breaths
will bear witness

to your blood escaping,
and I am one step closer

to ending your wretched
bloodline for good.

My minions will drink it,
feast on it,

and I will bathe in it,

increasing my power
with every drop.

No!

This is your legacy.

Pathetic.

No!

No!

Nicole?

Dad?

- Are you okay?
- Dad said my name!

That's, that's good.

I don't want you
to get your hopes up.

He still isn't aware
of his surroundings.

Just please,
don't expect too much.

I know, Mom. It's okay.

It's just nice to hear,
that's all.

Besides, if we
can't get food soon,

none of us
will survive for long.

The nearby wood has
been picked clean

of everything that
wasn't rotted.

Sorry. Failed.

No, you did your best.

What else can we do?

Those things out there are
growing in number by the day.

I need to go back
into the city tomorrow.

Oh, no, please, no. Please.

We're gonna find a way.
We can check the lakes again.

We can't afford
more wasted days, Mom.

We need some food
and we need some medicine.

It's too dangerous!

I need to go further this time,

old industrial sites,
maybe raid a warehouse or two.

If they've not
been picked clean.

I can argue,
but you won't listen, will you?

Sorry. I need to do it.

Mom!

Leave me alone.

What is it?

Don't touch me!

What on earth happened?

Wait.

What?

- I've got some food here.
- Really? What have you got?

Plenty.
Maybe I'm feeling generous.

You'll give me food out
of the kindness of your heart?

Maybe you'll do
something for me, too.

Really?
What have you got in mind?

Babe, we can see
the world's going to shit.

Might just take the two of us
to continue the human species.

You know, you're kind of ugly.

I think I can make a better
looking baby with someone else.

I'm all for saving humanity,

but you look
like joiner shit already.

Now, I was nice to you.

Sure.

Get the fuck out of here,
little boy.

Jackpot!

- Impressive.
- Who the hell are you?

Come with me and I'll tell you.

You know they teach
little kids not to run off

with strangers when they're
three years old, right?

Want to sit around here,
counting your beans?

Or you want
to come save the world?

I'm interested,
and don't get too close,

or I'll punch you in the face.

Well then, let's begin.

Your attack is crude and slow,
like that of a clumsy...

What do you want?

I want you, child
of Valeria, descendant of Nike.

Jesus, another med junkie.
Leave me alone!

Wait!

Leave me alone, junkie.

Go get your next fix
and quit bugging me.

I am no junkie. I am a Guardian.

You've got a screw loose.

In case you didn't notice,

the whole world has
got a screw loose.

They've succumbed
to a virus, a plague.

I suppose you'll say
this is Biblical?

Not at all.
This is completely ungodly.

Wait! Hear me out.

- You've got two minutes.
- I only need one.

Where are we going?

Keep up.
We need to find shelter.

Darkness is falling.

You like coffee?

Chaos, the self-proclaimed god,

is slowly gaining more
power as he turns more souls

and ingests the essence of more
of goddess Nike's bloodline.

You are one
of only a few who remain.

I'm no descendant of a goddess.

My mother was
an office administrator

before the great plague.

Your family adopted you.

They knew nothing
of your true background.

That's not true.

Search inside yourself, Nicole.
You know this to be true.

You always felt different.

You have a strength
you can't control,

visions you can't comprehend.

I've been searching
for you for 20 years.

I knew your mother,
your birth mother.

What happened to her?

The descendants of Nike
all have their gifts,

but one line
of the blood from the seed

of Zeus himself
holds most power.

Within you is the power
of god and goddess,

enough to save the world.

If Chaos kills you
and bathes in your blood,

it will bring about
eternal darkness.

The world will succumb
to the plague.

The planet will slowly die.

Okay, so don't let him kill me.
I got you.

But what happened to my mother?

Your mother knew of her gifts,

knew what she needed to do,
but she was still a mother.

It came down
to her life or yours.

As Chaos destroyed her,
I escaped with you,

took you to an orphanage.

I have been tracking
your moves ever since,

and finally, we meet.

Why didn't you help her?

I have an obligation
to my own bloodline.

For centuries, we have
sought the bloodline,

to train them to face Chaos.

We have come
to the final impasse.

The line is almost ended.

So what do we do now?

We save humanity
or witness its end.

- I'm not ready.
- It's okay.

I'm here to train you.

But first, you must
meet your cousins.

This is strange.

Joiners tend to stay
within the confines of the city.

Probably widening
their search for food.

There aren't
too many people left

to infect and feast on
in the city.

It looks hungry.

I'll see if it wants
some iron in its diet.

Always be aware
of your surroundings.

Ensure a head or a heart shot.

These things
are getting tougher.

We have much
to do to get you ready.

Nicole!

You have a boyfriend?

No, he's not my boyfriend.

Good.
You can do better, no offense.

This is Roderick
Sanchez Villalobos.

Call me Rhodri.

I'm Bijork, Nicole's mother.

Mama?

Sit down.

We need to talk.

Father.

Amazing how quickly
the blood goes.

It's been mere days since
we killed the evil witches.

But now,
one bowl of crimson remains.

I want more! Every last
drop of that cursed bloodline!

You may get your wish, Father.

We have tracked Villalobos
and his new recruits.

That makes two
that we know of then.

Including the bitch
that escaped us.

Yes.

Keep our spies upon them.

I want to know
where they are housed

and how many
of the witches he has with him.

Then we will end it.

It will be done, Father.

In the meantime, scour London.

Scrape it clean.
I want more minions.

What is going on?

Tail them.
We are going on a hunt.

- For the Nike women?
- Not yet.

For rogue troglodytes.

- No fun.
- Consider it your training.

The world is within my grasp.

Why did you never tell me?

We were going to tell you.

We thought maybe we'd help
you find your birth parents.

But the plague happened.
Everything fell apart.

We didn't see
the point in upsetting you,

and to be honest,

I never expected us
to survive this long.

You know
I love you unconditionally,

as if you were mine.

I always have.

Henry, too.

I know.

You're both my parents, even if
our blood says differently.

I always knew you were special.
Now I know why.

I don't feel special.

I told you you were special.

You are the one,

but we have little time.

We need to begin training.

It won't be long
before we must face Chaos.

Either we find him or he
finds us, but battle is near.

- Submit.
- Bite me!

I'll break it.

Let her go. Alina,
let go of her arm.

No!

Lindsay, just submit.

We don't have time
to fool around.

You can't win this one.

Just submit and I'll let you go.

I submit. I submit!

Very mature.

What is this?

She thought she was
something special,

and I thought I'd
teach her she isn't.

All I've learned is
that you're a dickhead.

Enough, Lindsay.

Go to your room.

Now!

My sisters were
far better than her,

and they both fell to Chaos.

You need
to bring me better, Rhodri,

if you want to save the world.

Another little princess, I see.

This is Nicole.

Whatever.
She won't last the week.

You don't look so tough.

Oh, sweetie, don't even try me.

I'm really not in the mood.
I was kind to Lindsay.

I won't give you the
chance to submit.

I'll just snap
your arm like a wishbone.

We'll see.

Enough, ladies!

There is work here to be done.

In case you have forgotten,
we have an apocalypse to stop.

You're cute when you get angry.

Women.

Come on, Nancy.
I'll show you the way.

- It's Nicole!
- Whatever.

I know this is tough and so soon

after Crystal and Dominique
were lost to you.

But I can't give you
time to grieve.

We don't have that luxury.

You just need to accept
these new girls and move on,

if not for yourself,

but for humanity
and your sisters.

Don't let their deaths
be in vain.

I can't get close, Rhodri.

I'm not ready
to lose anyone else.

I'm not asking you
to be best buddies.

I'm asking you to work together.
It is the only way.

Fine. I'm a professional.

You better be
right about these girls.

Time will tell.

I apologize to you
both for my behavior.

Forget it.

Good.

Now that we have
settled our differences,

we can get to work.

But first,
I have something for you.

No way.

Ladies, the fight for your life
begins here and now.

Training, let's go.

Harder!

Keep centered.

You're off balance
when you strike with your right.

Try and stay
a little more centered.

Thanks, Alina.

Are you sure they're ready?

It's now or never, Alina.

Are you ready? I need to see
you working together in unison.

It's the only way.

Fuck!

We've got no weapons!

Oy! Fuckhead!

- What is it?
- It's an old radio.

Report!

What is their current location?

Report!

Your master Chaos
demands confirmation.

How many bloodline remain?
Confirm location.

Confirm last known location.

10 clicks northwest of the city.

Is this still correct?

Hey, shit stick!
Never mind where we are.

10 clicks northwest of the city.

- Who is this?
- Ask my sisters, you prick.

- 10 clicks?
- 10 clicks? What do you mean?

- You!
- Yeah, it's me.

We've got unfinished business.

I know.
About nine pints of blood.

Join us and lose it
before we take it from you.

Your new friends are
invited to donate too.

- What's going on?
- It's Chaos.

One of the minions were
calling him over the radio.

Those were no minions.

I do not doubt
it is Erebus and Nyx,

the sons of Chaos.

Where's Nicole?

- She was just here.
- I didn't see where she went.

She kept going on
about 10 clicks.

It's what Erebus said.

The last confirmed location
they had of us as 10 clicks,

northwest of the city.

Tool up! Tool up now!

Mom?

Mom?

No.

Oh my God. I know that sound.

There's no greater
sound than heartbreak.

Let me go in alone.

What if there's more joiners?

Then I will deal
with the sock head.

I fear we are already too late.
This is the aftermath.

Nicole!

You are the one.

It's okay. It's okay, I'm here.

- How are you feeling?
- Exhausted.

Broken.

I know the feeling.

Why so quiet, Rhodri?
I've never seen you like this.

Just taking a moment,
the calm before the storm.

The end is soon.

It's funny.

One way or another,
I don't see beyond tomorrow.

I've spent so much of my life
being a phalanx knight.

I never got to raise
a family of my own.

We're your family now, Rhodri.

- Even if you're victorious?
- Of course.

You've taken us all on
like three annoying nieces.

Very annoying.

I've spent my life
running from pillar to post.

I spent most of the plague era
constantly running.

I've never been close to anyone,

but now I feel
like I finally belong.

Those girls might be a pain
in the ass, especially Alina,

but we're going
into battle together.

They're my sisters now.

Pain in the ass am I?

Nicole?

I feel odd after yesterday.

I had visions.
I've had them before.

And the power.

I've felt a power within me,

but I felt it come out
yesterday for the first time.

I told you you were special.

You are the one.

I'm working on an old Sanskrit,

but I'm gonna need
some of your blood.

What?

Not much, just about a pint,
but I'm gonna need it now.

- To give you time to recover.
- Fine.

I feel it in my bones,
battle is near.

You think we can defeat Chaos?

If this works, yes.

But it won't be easy where
Chaos can be destroyed.

If your sisters
fail to defeat Erebus and Nyx,

hope will be lost,

and we still have the
joiners to deal with.

Oh, we have a lot to do

- to harness your power.
- Whatever it takes.

Good.

First things first.

It stings.

Worse.

How are you holding up?

Nothing's sunk in yet.

Trying to come
to terms with everything.

Suddenly I'm feeling
the weight of the world.

I can't grieve
for my parents yet.

You'll get your moment.

We'll all get
our chance for justice.

We need to make this right,

so the people we lost
haven't died in vain.

What the hell is that?

A potent mixture
of chemicals, blood,

and remnants of the Chaos realm.

Bright green?

Try injecting
something bright green

into yourself
and see how you feel.

This should destroy Chaos.

How?

Think of it
like a junkie needing a fix

but massively overdosing.

One element alone
will not harm him,

but combined in concentrated
doses should destroy him.

The chromosomes
in your blood is the key.

You will need to inject
this into Chaos's bloodstream.

How?

Through the back of the neck.
It's the only way.

Well, there is one other way.

What?

Believe me,
you don't wanna know.

Go for the neck.

- Okay.

What's up?

I want you to help me.

Help me harness
and control my power.

Okay.

I'm confused. What are we doing?

- Knock me over.
- What?

From 20 feet away.

You want me to knock you
over from 20 feet away?

So how the hell
do I knock you over?

Focus on me.
Now close your eyes.

Picture your target.
Feel your energy grow.

Your Nike blood, do not fear it.

Embrace it.

Control it!
Send its energy to your hands.

Now strike!

Shit, Rhodri! Jesus.

Rhodri, are you okay?

Again!

No!

Delicious.

Enough games.

Ready yourselves.

Go to the city, await the enemy,
and lead them here.

Judgment day has arrived.

Ah.

- Yes.
- Finally, brother.

- The world is ours.
- No! Mine!

So how do we feel, ladies?

We feel like saving
the world, Uncle Roddy.

Let's do this.

Uncle Roddy?

Please don't call me
Uncle Roddy.

Uncle Rods, what will
happen to the joiners

and the earth when Chaos dies?

Will the crops grow again?

The truth is I don't know.

The prophecies say so,

but they are centuries old,
maybe more.

It's just I'm getting
tired of eating Spam.

It can't be good
for my guts, Uncle Rods.

Come on!

Will you be watching over?

No,
I will be right by your side.

If we fail, there will
be no more chances.

You girls, if Chaos
succeeds in becoming a god,

not even goddess Nike
could stop him.

It's too quiet.

Something doesn't feel right.

Um...

What's the plan, guys?

We need to conserve our
energy for the final battle.

More joiners
will descend here soon.

Yeah, definitely. Run!

Shit! We got cornered.

What did we do? We're trapped.

Stand and fight.

Get in! Now! Come on! Now!

- Come on!
- Come on!

What on earth are you lot doing
out in the open at this time?

We are here to stop Chaos.

Chaos?
No, no one can stop him.

I've heard
nonsense of bloodlines.

Unless you've found yourself
descendants of a goddess,

then I suggest you steer well
clear of these dark forces.

Yeah.

What is it?

Have I got
something in my teeth?

These ladies are
descendants of goddess Nike

and humanity's last
hope of salvation.

Oh, right.

Hi, I'm Gavin.
I'm a pub landlord.

Oh my hero, Gavin.
I'm dying for a pint.

I'll get you some
refreshments, shall I?

We have to stay down here.

We can't go upstairs
into the pub until nighttime.

I'll introduce you to me wife.

Three goddesses in my basement.

How will I explain
this to the missus?

- Something's not right.
- I agree. He's a little odd.

Not him, the joiners.

Their numbers
are larger than before.

Chaos must have combed the city
for survivors and turned them.

Then we'll fight our way
through more, but we fight.

We need more than this.

We can help.

You? No offense.

Oh, well, not just us two.

We're part of a wider
group of survivors.

We searched
for fellow survivors,

opening up lines
of communication,

helping each other
with supply runs.

It's been a slow process, yeah?

So we have an army?

- Not quite, no.
- How many are there?

Just us two and our friend John.
He'll fight.

What is it?

Rhodri, what the hell is it?

It is the war horn of Abraxas.

The what?

Chaos is calling us out.
We must follow the horn.

The final battle awaits.

Well, sorry, Chaos, old buddy,

but we've got ravenous
joiners to get through first.

I'll gather the others.

Let us help. We can help!

If this is to be
the final stand,

then we will give
our lives to stop Chaos.

If we sit by, there'd
be no world left anyway.

Either way, we're gonna die.
We might as well fight.

I have a plan.
I will join the survivors.

Lead the charge, clear the path
to the Chaos lair.

What is it, Alina?

It's a suicide mission.

It is the only way.

Alina, our mission
isn't exactly a picnic.

We haven't got time
for debating.

We're ready.

This is Night Hawk, over.

This is John, over.

- Code names, over.
- Robin, over.

Hi, John, it's Kathy.
You guys good to go?

Yes, Kathy.

Great. We're coming out now.

- We'll storm them.
- See you there.

Good luck. God speed.

Sorry, darling.
No time for formalities.

Forget it.
We're about to go to war.

Nicole?
You remember what I told you?

You have the vials ready?

Yes. I got this, two spares.

You only have
three shots at this.

Make them count.

Ladies.

It's been my honor
to watch over you.

Time to kick ass.

Just make sure you're back
at the house for dinner tonight.

Ladies, give us five minutes
to clear the streets.

- And goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Let's tool up and head
for the city edge, girls.

We might have time
for a little nip of this, girls.

- Really? You sure?
- Oh, come on.

It might be
your last chance, Nicole.

I love you guys.
You're like family to me.

All I have left.

Woo!

All right, let's not go in
pissed, ladies.

I was gagging for that.

Let's do this.
Let's go save the world.

Interesting.

What's going on?

They took the bait.

A group of rebels
have found their way in.

And what of the Nike whores?

No news yet, but it looks to me

like they're sacrificing
themselves to clear a path.

Brave cattle.

They'll get
an even bigger surprise

when they find our new breed
of joiner.

We've made it, girls.
Let's make sure this counts.

I wonder what happened
to the others.

We'll take care of these two.

You go inside
and you find Chaos.

Let's do this.

- God, these joiners are tough.
- Tell me about it.

All alone? I'm impressed.

This is the end, Chaos.

How true, descendant of Nike.

Seems we have
a new breed of joiner here,

tougher to kill
but twice the fun.

No!

No!

You have power, but you're
no match for me, girl.

As your friends fall
and I bring about an end

to your wretched bloodline,
know this, wench.

As the world fades to black

and everything
the gods held dear dies

as my minions flourish.

And as you die,
so will I be reborn.

This is reign of Chaos!

Goddess power, bitch.

Did we, did we win?

We won.

Hey. I got food.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Just thinking
about Alina and Rhodri.

Me too. Picked some flowers.

We can visit their graves.

Did you sleep okay?

More nightmares?

They're just nightmares.

What is it?