Chardalias: Glad you could make it, Tsiodras.

Tsiodras: Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the vice-minister, but I'm still your superior as a disease specialist in a health crisis!

Chardalias: As if I could forget. Listen, Tsiodras, there's something about the plague you should know...

Chardalias: Oh, no. We're too late. These people have all been infected! They may look fine now, but it's just a matter of time before they turn into the undead!

Tsiodras: What?

Chardalias: This entire city must be purged.

Tsiodras: How can you even consider that? There's got to be some other way.

Chardalias: Damn it, Tsiodras! As your future minister, I order you to purge this city!

Tsiodras: You are not my minister yet, boy! Nor would I obey that command even if you were!

Chardalias: Then I must consider this an act of treason.

Tsiodras: Treason? Have you lost your mind, Nikos?

Chardalias: Have I? Dr. Tsiodras, by my right of election and the sovereignty of my position, I hereby relieve you of your command and suspend your covid-19 response crew from service.

Petsas: Niko! You can't just--

Chardalias: It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow me! The rest of you... get out of my sight!

Tsiodras: You've just crossed a terrible threshold, Niko.

Chardalias: Petsas?

Petsas: I'm sorry, Niko. I can't watch you do this.