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Previously, on "Helix"...
That's his ex-wife? He never
talks about her or his brother.
That's probably because he caught
her and his brother in bed together.
I just cracked the test.
I swabbed three security techs
for control samples -
all clear - then I ran the test
on known infectees. All green,
positive for infection.
Duchamp was working on a cure,
something called SODRA.
- How many subjects were killed?
- Over 75%.
(roaring)
(people yelling in fear)
(gunshot) - I have to stay down here.
- It's too dangerous.
- We have to go.
- Alan, I can't.
She's infected.
She has the virus.
We need to seal off Level R.
It's the only way to stop the contagion.
- Leave them down there?
- He's right. We need to seal it off.
The test doesn't work.
It doesn't work!
(detonator beeping)
Alan.
Jules? You there? Jules?
___
(light buzzing)
(man): They shut off
communications with us.
They want to starve us
out of here.
Hatake and the CDC have
abandoned us.
There is no treatment,
no cure.
We are forced to take
matters into our own hands.
The CDC hasn't
abandoned us.
They'll be back as soon as they figure
out what's going on and how to help us.
They are not coming back.
They left us down here to die.
Only we will not go down
without a fight.
On this level, there is a control node
for the CO2 removal system.
We can override it.
Can't they just filter
in air from outside?
It's 60 below
out there,
and everything past
the main entrance is sealed up
like a spaceship
to prevent contamination.
But if we shut off
the oxygen scrubbers,
they run out of air upstairs
in six hours max.
- So do we.
- Level R is much larger.
Fewer people,
bigger air pocket.
Enough to outlast them
if they want to...
- How do you say it? "Play chicken?"
- This is a terrible idea.
We need to focus on
re-establishing communication
This is communication.
The base is full of hazardous materials,
and an even more hazardous infection.
You're endangering
every single person...
Thank you for your input,
Dr. Walker,
but it's time, I think,
you found a new place to bunk.
(breathing with respirator)
(breathing with respirator quickly)
(breathing with respirator
quickly)
(silence)
(Alan): Do you even know if this was
an accident, or was it intentional?
(Daniel): I have my people
investigating as we speak.
Well, that's just great. And how
do we control this outbreak
without communication
with the outside world?
You have access to the top minds
and equipment in the world here.
That sounds like you don't plan
to repair the satellite dish.
It took a top-tier military contractor
two months in scaffolds
to put up that equipment.
It doesn't just get fixed.
So how long before somebody
notices we've gone dark?
We have periodic
resupply drops.
Am I the only one here
alarmed by this?
We have people down on Level R,
including one of my own,
locked up with a week's worth
of supplies.
You're the one who wanted
to seal that floor.
Temporarily! When I thought
we could call for reinforcements.
If this is
a long-term situation,
we have to provide those people
with some standard of care!
I barely had the manpower
to stop one of those vectors
from infecting half the base.
We can't risk
re-opening that floor.
We are dealing with something
we've never seen before.
So, we just abandon
the sick and the dying?
Yes.
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(sigh)
(loud knocking on door)
***!
(loud knocking
on door)
- Dr. Jordan.
- Yes.
Um, Dr. Van Eigem.
You tested me yesterday.
Can I come in?
Um...
Sure. How can I help you?
- I don't want to go to Level R.
- You won't. You tested negative.
And you haven't gotten any
false results? Any variances?
- No. I designed the test myself.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, of course.
- I mean...
Are you really sure?
Hatake's not budging. He intends
to leave the infected downstairs
with whatever food and supplies they can
scrounge until there's a treatment.
Poor Julia.
What happened
to calling in reinforcements?
With the com-link down, we're
blacked out and dead to the world.
He did mention something
about periodic resupply drops.
- He say how periodic they are?
- No.
The man's playing his own game
and he isn't sharing
the playbook. You know that.
We're on our own.
All we have going for us is our
rapid response test to the virus.
- Sorry. I had to babysit a PCR assay.
- Yeah, and the dog ate my homework.
Hey. We're all feeling
the pressure, all right?
But we need to stay
on point here.
A lot of people in for a lot
of suffering if we don't step it up.
Doreen, what's your
progress on the source?
Strong possibility
of zoonotic transfer.
Only question is, was it a monkey
to human, or the other way around?
I need more
than that.
Sarah?
I'm picking up Walker's analysis
of the NARVIK-a and B samples.
I have the DNA sequencers
going 24/7,
and I'm running multiplex
ligation-dependent probe
amplifications for all known
virulence factors.
Good. The sooner we have
a viable treatment option,
the sooner we get Julia back.
Just remember that.
I'm gonna check
on my brother.
(device beeping)
(groaning in pain)
I'm afraid the morphine
isn't helping.
I know the symptoms,
Dr. Duchamp. He's dying.
We need to start the SODRA
immediately.
The SODRA treatment has never been
tested on humans beings. Not once.
That doesn't mean it won't work.
It's a universal antiviral.
I wish we had time
for testing, but we don't.
If it were your brother, wouldn't you
try everything you could?
Killing a human being with an untested
treatment, it's unconscionable.
(breathing rapidly)
It's up to next of kin
to give informed consent
when the patient has left
no clear directives,
even in the case of a highly-
experimental treatment.
I consent.
Major Balleseros.
Heard about
your satellite dish.
- Hell of a thing.
- Are you out of your mind?
(He sighs happily.)
I like to think I'm bringing
a little sanity to the proceedings.
Keeping the word from getting out on
this ***-show is one of my imperatives.
I also have imperatives.
I've been waiting to hear what yours
might be since I got here, you know,
before the CDC or
one of your wingnut scientists
shares it with
the rest of the world.
My work here is protected,
even from you.
Not anymore.
You made a virus that does everything
other than what you advertised.
You don't have the intellectual
capacity to evaluate my work.
You want things
to get easier?
Produce the results
you promised our employers.
- (system voice): Environmental alert.
- What's going on?
- Atmosphere sensor alert.
- Environmental alert.
CO2 levels are rising.
Someone's shut off
the oxygen scrubbers.
- Is that bad?
- Only if you like breathing.
The control node is 30 meters
from the old thermogenics lab.
It was engineered with analog override
switches for the oxygen scrubbers.
- System malfunction?
- They used a hardwired code.
My guess is they want
to force us down to Level R.
It's a blackmail play
to get us to negotiate.
How much time?
Six hours before CO2
levels hit the redline.
In two hours we can expect to start
suffering headaches, nausea, vomiting...
All right. Let's get some weapons,
and go negotiate.
They'll have an ambush ready.
We'd be taken hostage.
Speak for yourself.
- What do we do?
- We do nothing.
I will handle this
personally.
Like you've handled
everything else?
(door opening and closing)
- I'll take a security team downstairs.
- No security team; just you and me.
You're going?
It took many years
to build this base.
I won't sit by while someone
tries to destroy it.
Open up.
Just get it over with.
Am I infected?
Headache is
a very general symptom.
It's not as if you're
hallucinating
or experiencing labile emotions
and uncontrollable anger.
Not yet.
Test says you're clear.
What about
this?
It's possible that it's
a psychosomatic response to stress.
This is not in my head!
Don't you get that?
- You need to calm down.
- That's easy for you to say.
You're not the one
with a deadly disease.
Don't let them
send me down there.
Please? If I go down there,
I'll never come back up.
(Van Eigem crying)
Hey. We're not just sending
people down there to die.
I'm sorry.
That's what you think.
- You don't know Hatake.
- And you don't know Dr. Farragut.
He's not gonna let
anything happen to us.
I hope I can
trust you, Sarah.
(Alan): Breathe.
Breathe, Peter.
(Peter groaning in pain)
(rapid breathing)
It's OK.
(device beeping)
Peter, it'll be OK. It'll be OK.
Something wrong
with the dose regulator?
Is there anything I can
tell you to make you stop?
(beep) No.
Breathe. Breathe.
(sigh)
- We out of air yet?
- I'm still breathing.
Did you get any results
from that sample I gave you?
You want answers, I want answers.
See how that works?
There's no reason I shouldn't be
telling Alan what's what.
You want me to keep working
on your little pet project?
- Give me a reason.
- Maybe you haven't noticed,
but there are people that don't want
what's inside this base getting out.
Ugh. I haven't had nearly
enough sleep, coffee,
or cigarettes to deal with any more
of this Fox Mulder crap from you.
Doreen.
If you tell another living soul
what I'm about to say,
I end up in a hurt locker.
(She scoffs.)
You mean as opposed
to this paradise?
I'm with a special investigative
section in the Pentagon.
I was sent as part of an internal inquiry
for a black-bag research operation.
Well, why didn't you say so
in the first place?
Don't make me
regret this.
OK.
So, your superiors... think
the virus is a weapon?
Weapons get rid of the enemy; this thing
seems to make them even more dangerous.
What we have is
a hidden base
conducting secret research outside
of the reach of any government.
- No one knows the bigger picture.
- And you think you do?
I heard these germ docs
over at Fort Detrick
talking about using viruses
to move DNA around.
- Gene delivery vehicles?
- Yeah, that was it.
What if this virus is acting
like a freight train
pulling some weird-*** DNA
behind it?
Maybe... you're not
as dumb as you look.
I'll run the virus
through the gene sequencer.
Try to remember
that we are running out of air.
(crash nearby)
(man growling)
(man roaring)
(man roaring)
(man roaring in pain)
(panting)
You can take the gas mask off.
The virus isn't airborne.
Are you experiencing
any symptoms?
Nausea, fever,
black mucus discharge?
I promise...
I'm not like him.
If I start going crazy,
you have my permission
to beat me to death with that
stick that you suck in the door.
Just right now, I'd like
to thank my rescuer.
Please.
- I'm keeping my gloves on.
- Fair enough.
What's your name?
- Jaye.
- Just Jaye?
I'm an MD, PhD,
blah, blah, blah.
Got an alphabet soup after my name
if that makes any difference.
It doesn't.
- I'm Julia. Julia Walker...
- I know who you are.
You're that CDC chick.
I kinda like
the sound of that.
I hate to be a crappy houseguest, but you
got anything to eat or drink around here?
Look around.
You just got the grand tour.
You like it?
All in all,
I'd rather be in Montana.
Hatake stashed MRE lockers
in strategic locations.
You know, in case
the *** ever hit the fan.
- Oh, I'd say this qualifies.
- Yeah.
(small laugh)
Yeah.
Two hours, 36 minutes,
the first two infusions
of the SODRA antiviral have
been administered
under the modified
Duchamp protocols.
Patient marginally
stabilizing.
Is this how you want
to go out?
The kid who had the balls to go through
Dad's pockets when he was passed out?
The kid who talked me down
from a 50/50 to a 70/30 split
and made it seem like he was
doing me a favor?
I would not have survived
if you hadn't been there.
What that man...
What that man did to us...
I owe you this.
And you owe me...
For that night.
(system voice):
Environmental alert.
(warning alarm)
Environmental alert.
(Von Eigem sighs.)
(Von Eigem): My head hurts.
Do you have
anything stronger?
I've given you the highest
dosage of NSAID... NSAIDs I can.
I'm not worried
about hurting my liver.
Did you recheck
your rapid response tests?
I did.
There's nothing wrong
with it.
You said you'd step up
the care packages.
It's not enough to Skype with me
a couple times a week.
- Excuse me?
- The silences...
The pauses.
Why don't you just tell me
her name and get it over with?
There's tons of guys on this ice
hole who'd love to be with me.
Who are you talking to?
My ex-boyfriend if he
doesn't step up his game.
Did you hear me? 'Cause I'm not gonna
wait around for you to figure it out.
- Don't go.
- You're hallucinating,
which means that our test
doesn't work.
- I need to tell Alan.
- Please. You can't tell anyone.
- I can't keep you here. You're sick.
- I'm not the only one.
How long have you known
about your tumor?
I don't
have a tumor.
Please. I'm an oncologist.
Slurring speech, tremors,
prescription vial of gabapentin.
I haven't told anyone.
Doctor-patient privilege
goes both ways.
It'll be our secret.
(light pop music playing)
- How long does this usually take?
- As long as it takes.
You can't rush these things.
This is the real deal.
Building blocks of life
and all that.
It's hard to be patient
listening to your crappy music.
(computer beep)
- Please tell me that means something.
- Oh, yes.
Say hello
to my little friend.
An RNA map of the virus should
show us what's under the hood.
Weird.
I've never seen
this combination before.
Meaning?
Meaning someone designed
this virus,
and it sure as *** wasn't
Mother Nature.
We're looking
at the hand of man here.
Proteins specifically designed
to bind the virus to specific cells,
so it can deliver
its genetic message.
What's the message? Can you tell
what they designed it to do?
No.
But I can
find out.
(typing)
(typing)
(computer beeps)
(medical device beeping)
(ventilator breathing)
Hey, Sarah.
How is he?
At least he has bottled oxygen,
unlike the rest of us.
- You OK? You feeling the CO2 yet?
- No.
I, um...
I was... going over
the rapid response test.
I was... I was
rechecking them.
And, um...
(Peter): Alan.
Peter?
Peter, can you see me?
Of course I can see you.
Who's the pretty one?
Sarah... Sarah, this...
This is my brother Peter.
Sarah, you had something you wanted
to tell me about the rapid response test?
It doesn't work.
What do you mean
it doesn't work?
I was archiving the results,
and I found a flaw in
the cell line cycling protocol.
- We can't trust any of the results.
- Are there any infected on this floor?
No. No one's reported in,
but we can't trust that everyone
downstairs is a positive.
I'm really sorry
I let you down.
- And Walker.
- No...
- I made a mistake. There's no excuse.
- Right now you get to fix it.
- Have you isolated the flaw?
- I'm working on it.
All right, work faster. Then find
Hatake and tell him we need to implement
a base-wide retesting protocol,
then open Level R, all right?
The sooner this gets done, the sooner
we can get those people out of there.
Right.
Security's checking in.
People are reporting
headaches, fatigue,
which are early signs
of CO2 poisoning.
We need to get down
to Level R and handle this.
What am I looking at?
(system voice):
Access granted.
I don't know quite
how to say this, but...
Things have gone downhill
since you were infected.
No ***?
Peter.
I know you're weak,
but I have
so many questions...
About your work here,
about this... this place.
Seventy-thirty? You're not
taking any of the risk.
- What?
- OK, all right,
60-40, final offer. You never know what's
gonna come out of the old man's pockets.
- Sixty-forty is just fine with me, buddy.
- OK.
You go hide.
I'll find you when it's done.
I will stay right here
with you, if that's OK.
- It's dangerous.
- I know. It's OK.
It's OK.
Fleming's Commander
Jamaica rum.
That was
the old man's poison.
You'd think a mean scumbag like
him would be a bourbon drunk.
- You ever try that stuff?
- He's dead.
Been gone a long time.
He can't...
Hurt us anymore.
Something about being trapped
in this place...
I see that ***
around every corner.
Snake eyes.
- (pounding on door) Hey! Let us in!
- Not so loud, Jaye.
(man): Shut the hell up!
You're gonna attract the vectors!
- Then open the door.
- We don't have any room.
***. Let us in.
- Please!
- Shh!
Do you hear that?
- Let us in!
- Shut up. Come on.
(growling nearby)
How is he?
Well, he won't talk about much
of anything but our childhood.
- Delirium?
- Uh, no.
I mean, he's in and out of it, but, uh,
I don't know, it's hard to say. He just...
He's stuck back there. Are these
the viral load comparisons?
They were declining after the SODRA
infusions took hold, but now...
This looks like the virus is
coming back - with a vengeance.
You knew we were
taking a chance.
- I'm sorry.
- But it was working.
I mean, maybe we could...
we could be more aggressive.
We've already given him a larger
dose than any of my studies.
Any more could trigger a cascade
of antiviral toxicity.
There's nothing
we can do.
How long does he have?
If you've got anything
to say to him...
Take this time
and make the most of it.
Peter, we need
to talk about...
- The treatment we're trying is...
- Aw, hell, I know that tone.
Highly experimental.
Every time Mom turn a turn, you've
have that sad-sack look on your face.
How bad?
Aw, Jesus,
don't sugar-coat it.
I'm sorry.
I have to ask
some questions.
There are things going on here
that we can't explain.
And you think I can?
Some of it may have to do
with your research.
Well, you were the genius
in the family, and you couldn't
figure out that I've been doing
*** work up here?
What do
you mean?
I thought Hatake recruited me
to do next-gen stuff.
This was gonna be
my ticket to the show.
Just tell me
about the virus.
Hatake had me doing animal
necropsies for the other docs.
I was never the Alpha.
The only part of my life Hatake
seemed interested in was...
Julia.
How did he know about her?
He's got ears
everywhere.
I mean, he was the one around
here who ever wanted to talk.
(Peter coughing)
I drove you away.
I owed you better.
No, you know I'm right.
I could have been there,
but I didn't...
I didn't want to owe you anymore
not for dad, not for anyone.
Don't do that.
You were the one who stuck up for me.
You were the one running
- ...interference with the old man.
- It was never like that. I envied you.
- That's why I wasn't there.
- From the moment she showed up...
That's why the two of you
ended up together.
- That night...
- It wasn't just that night.
It was before.
Every once in a while, when
we'd travel to some conference.
Even after you ended things,
we knew we...
We couldn't stop
seeing each other.
That's why I came up here.
I couldn't stay away.
I went as far as I could.
I'm so sorry.
(flatline tone)
He's crashing!
Dr. Hatake?
Gabapentin. Gabapentin,
come on, come on!
(Duchamp): Three hours after
completion of SODRA protocol,
patient experienced
cardiac arrest
congruent with overwhelming
viremic sepsis,
this time with concomitant catastrophic
decrease in brainwave activity.
Patient has been fitted with
a defib vest, is now intubated
and on artificial respiration
in a vegetative state.
It's unlikely that the patient
will regain consciousness
or be able to maintain his own
life without the ventilator.
Ah!
Ah!
(groaning in pain)
I can feel their hands on me,
dragging me away.
Please make them stop.
Shh, close your eyes, close
your eyes. Doctor's orders.
(groaning in pain)
Everything's gonna be fine.
I'm not gonna let them
take you, I promise.
(gasp)
I knew I could trust you
to protect me from them.
Did I tell you, or did I tell you?
There's enough food here for weeks.
Do you know
what this means?
Cheese bread
three meals a day?
Good thing you know your way
around this base.
Looks like I'm not the only one.
What is it?
It's my initials.
- Julia Lynn Walker.
- Hell of a coincidence.
No, it isn't.
It can't be.
Can't be what?
It's my writing.
The way I wrote
my name and...
The flower
evening primrose.
It was my favorite when I was a girl.
It grows in Montana.
I have notebooks
full of them.
I did this.
I've been here before.
(system voice):
Environmental alert.
Environmental alert.
Gentlemen.
We need to have a talk.
Put down the weapons.
They won't be necessary.
Forgive us
if we don't agree.
Depriving this base of oxygen
is ***.
What about locking us up with
barely any supplies and no treatment?
It is only
a temporary quarantine.
(coughing)
Maybe you should
stay down here with us.
Then we'll see your definition
of "temporary."
You are right.
I'm not standing
in your shoes.
I had to make
a hard choice.
- You're playing with our lives.
- I'm not.
Your lives are worth
no less than mine.
You're
lying.
Why else would I come down
here with only one man?
You could kill us both.
If we fight... we die.
Together...
We survive.
- We have your word?
- My word of honor.
(system starting up)
Thank you.
(three gunshots)
They were about to give up.
Why did you...
- Why?
- They gave up...
But they did not surrender.
They were willing to kill us.
Maybe not today.
- They would not have stopped.
- We could have just locked them up.
You shot an unarmed woman
less than 36 hours ago.
- To protect you.
- I just returned the favor.
Dispose of the bodies
and go back upstairs.
- You're not coming?
- I have something to take care of.
Dr. Walker?
Why take the risk?
I need you upstairs.
As far as I can see,
the genetic message inside the virus
is a massive splice job -
real cutting edge -
from animal
and human species.
And here's
where it gets interesting.
- How is that interesting?
- Because it's completely unknown.
Ran it against every
genetic sequence known to man.
This is a completely
unidentified single strand.
Why would anyone want
to put that inside of us?
I don't have a clue, but
it scares the crap out of me.
There's some trait
that they want us to manifest,
and this disease is a way
to force it in.
The people who designed
this virus want to change us
from the inside out.
I mean, I may
not be perfect,
but... I like
what I am.
I like you too, Doreen.
Well, we're
not infected yet.
We'll take this to Alan,
get to the bottom of it,
stop whoever's doing this, before
they cause any real damage.
Hey, what's wrong?
(Doreen chuckles.)
This was your idea to begin with.
You were right.
I know.
(Doreen typing)
Ah!
Sorry, Doreen.
I'm so sorry.
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