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I'm going back to find
some peace of mind in San Jose. #
♪ Fame and fortune is
a magnet ♪
♪ It can pull you
far away from home ♪
♪ With a dream in your heart,
you're never alone ♪
♪ Dreams turn into dust
and blow away ♪
♪ And there you are
without a friend ♪
♪ You'll pack your car
and drive away ♪
♪ I've got lots of friends
in San Jose ♪
- ♪ Ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba ♪
♪ Do you know the way
to San Jose? ♪
- ♪ Ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba ♪
- ♪ Oh, LA is
a great big freeway ♪
♪ Put a hundred down
and buy a car ♪
♪ In a week, maybe two...
Would you like some water?
Would you like some water?
♪ ...are parking cars
and pumping gas ♪
♪ I've got lots of friends
in San Jose ♪
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- I can't find it.
- Did you look under the desk?
Why would it be
under the desk?
That's where I found
your Seaborg medal.
How hard can it be to find
a 160-year-old pump handle?
- Depends.
- On what?
On who's doing the finding.
- Where did you...
- Where you left it.
- You're a lifesaver.
- So I've been told.
In 1854, London experienced
a terrible cholera outbreak.
Local doctors attributed
the epidemic
to miasma, or bad air and they
responded to it by burning incenses
and promoting the sale
of fragrant flowers.
Not, as you might imagine,
terribly helpful to the 600
or so who died of the disease.
But a doctor
and a clergyman
mapped out the victims,
and this was the very first
epidemiological study.
What they found...
was a cluster of cases
around Broad Street,
where there was
a city water pump.
Defying the local authorities,
they did the unthinkable.
They took off the handle.
And the outbreak came
to an end,
but the lesson lives on.
And so, unfortunately,
does cholera.
When a surgeon fumbles,
a patient dies.
When we drop the ball,
thousands die.
As new CDC
field officers,
you are about to embark
on a mission to the far corners
of the earth.
And you will witness horrors
others cannot imagine.
Horrors that make
cholera seem tame.
You will make sacrifices
that others find unthinkable.
And your family and your friends
will sacrifice
right along with you.
And you will do
all of this...
because you cannot fathom
living any other life.
This is no game.
The stakes...
are very real.
That's just scotch
in there,
by the way, single malt.
In fact, toss it back.
Good luck to you all.
Late last night,
a military listening post
received a distress call
from a private research base
owned by Arctic Biosystems.
Big pharma.
Just read about them.
The call denoted
a possible retroviral outbreak.
Two people dead that we know of,
and a third person already infected.
- I'm sorry, who are you again?
- Major Sergio Balleseros,
USAMRIID by way of
the Army Corps of Engineers.
I've been ordered to escort you
and your rapid response team,
including Dr. Walker,
up to the base
to determine whether it is
in fact a retrovirus.
Now, given that the army fielded
the distress call,
we're gonna
share jurisdiction with the CDC.
It looks like there's no jurisdiction
at all. If the base is
above the 83rd parallel, it's international
territory. We have no authority there.
- Arctic Biosystems is
granting us access, for now.
- How kind of them.
- This is all
fine, but why me?
There are six other
senior scientists at the CDC
who can run point on this,
including Dr. Walker.
The distress call specifically
asked for Dr. Walker.
She thought it best
that we include you.
- I'm... I'm still
not following.
The third infected patient
is Peter.
Who's Peter?
My brother.
Our primary goal
is to identify this pathogen.
Sarah.
You'll be with me and Peter
on the deceased
to establish the extent
of the illness. Julia
will determine the cause of the illness.
Doreen, I need you to swab every inch
of Peter's lab, test every animal
for the source of the illness.
How about you, GI Joe?
What is it that you do exactly?
I'm a systems engineer.
I'll be analyzing the base infrastructure.
Air, water, waste treatment
Looking for ways the virus might
have spread through pipes
or air vents.
- So, you're a glorified plumber.
- Only if you're a glorified veterinarian.
Look, we have
no idea what this thing is,
so we treat it like a hot agent.
BSL-4 protocol, full suits,
and decontamination showers
for every potential exposure.
- That could eat up a lot of time.
- Well, better safe than sorry.
Says the man who spent the night
in a thatched hut full of Ebola victims.
- That's his ex-wife?
- Yep.
- Not what I expected.
- She's smarter than you.
- Doubtful.
- Better in the lab too.
Highly doubtful.
He never talks about her
or his brother.
That's probably because he caught her
and his brother in bed together.
Don't worry,
they're professionals.
They'll make it work.
Why would I be worried?
'Cause I see the way
you look at him.
This is gonna be the most
frakked-up family reunion ever.
Raptor 47 to Artic
Biosystems, come in.
We read you, Raptor 47,
loud and clear.
We're making our final
approach. We clear for landing?
Daniel Aerov,
Head of Security.
Sorry we don't have the red
carpet waiting, but we're not
- used to visitors.
- We're not used to red carpets.
This is Dr. Hiroshi Hatake,
- Director of Research.
- Alan Farragut,
- CDC.
- Peter's brother. Of course.
We've come a long way
for Peter. When can we see him?
He's been transferred to our
isolation facility.
I'm afraid the news isn't good.
He's been in and out
of consciousness
- for the last eight hours.
- And the rest of your people?
Are you implementing
hard or soft quarantine?
- Neither.
- You haven't
- locked down the base?
- Allow me to explain...
You have three victims
of an unknown pathogen.
And only three,
who all worked in the same lab.
There have been
no other infections.
Since we are not seeing a base-wide
outbreak, we are fairly certain
it's not airborne.
Well, at least
you're fairly certain.
- Hey, that's our ride.
- They can't stay here.
The temperature can drop to -70;
it turns jet fuel to jelly.
Plus, we can't risk leaving
before we have full containment;
- CDC protocol.
- You just made me feel better,
knowing they're out there.
- Not to worry.
Camp Eisenhower is only
200 miles away.
They can be back here
in no time.
Please stick out
your left hand. RFID marker
injected under the skin.
We all have them.
Yours will give you
unrestricted access to the base.
Main elevator
security access granted.
Level B.
Sweet Mother Mary Matthew.
How many people
work here?
A hundred six scientists
from 35 countries;
15 support staff.
That's a lot
of potential patients.
Let's focus on what we know.
I'll need to see the personnel records
of the infected,
their professional and medical
histories. I'll need to see
their living quarters and
any other areas they frequented.
And I want access to their lab
animals and research materials.
And I'll need
to start tracking down
anyone they've been in contact
with for the past... 48 hours.
Understood.
Level E.
Now I want
to see my brother.
Level F.
I haven't talked to Peter
in a long time.
How long?
That night?
I went home and packed a bag;
caught the next flight to La Paz.
Ah, you always did have issues
with impulse control.
I'm worried.
That's all right.
We're here, we'll do
what we can for him.
He's not the one
I'm worried about.
His vitals are
all over the place.
He... probably won't make it
through the night.
Peter.
I'm going to ask you
some questions.
If you can't speak,
try to nod yes or no.
- Do you have a T1 link here?
- No.
That's too bad.
It's gonna take forever
to upload this data
back to Atlanta.
We don't have a T1
because it's obsolete.
It's a synchronous optical
network, 10 gigs a second.
It has to be fast,
'cause we only get the satellite
an hour each day.
You seem to know a lot
about medicine and technology
for a head of security
Dr. Hatake taught me
everything I know.
Where did you two meet?
An orphanage. In Barrow.
He adopted me.
I've been with him
as long as I can remember.
Peter, it's me, Alan.
Dr. Farragut,
do you know where you are?
Do you know
what happened to you?
Yes.
The white room.
Peter. Peter.
Look into my eyes.
Look into my eyes.
Can you do that?
Look into my...
That's it.
Peter, it's me.
It's Alan.
Alan, the blood.
It's black.
I need a security team
to quarantine now!
You lie!
You all lie!
Everyone lies!
Everyone!
Everyone lies!
How long had Peter been
assigned to this lab?
The last six months.
Working on...?
- I'm afraid
that's over my pay grade.
- You'd have to ask Dr. Hatake.
- You expect us to help you,
but you won't tell us
what you're working on?
We check that weekly.
Good for you.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Aren't you a big girl.
Or boy.
They have no sex organs.
We've designed a way to
inhibit the signaling pathway
responsible for genitalia.
Makes control easier.
Got an ex-husband I wouldn't
mind trying that on.
- Where are the monkeys?
- We don't have any monkeys.
You're kidding, right?
With the kind of work
you're doing here?
No monkeys means
no monkeys.
These are the other two victims
that were found with Peter.
You ready?
Yeah.
Open the bag.
What the hell?
That won't happen
again; you have my word.
No, Sarah, it's OK.
I've been around
some nasty hot agents,
but I've never seen
anything like that.
- No one has seen anything like this.
- You still thinking retrovirus?
Looks more like some kind
of hemorrhagic fever.
Blood loss is consistent
with Ebola or Marburg, but...
this kind of tissue
degradation...
This thing doesn't kill,
it annihilates.
So how was Peter
still alive?
First things first.
Where's Doreen?
With Major Balleseros,
swabbing down Peter's lab.
Good. Get started
on the assays, Sarah. I need
to see this thing to beat it.
- Yeah, I'm on it.
- Jules, talk to Hatake.
Find out what our victims
were working on.
We need to find
the causation of this.
You should be in there
with Peter.
Whatever time
he's got left...
No, he wouldn't want me
sitting around watching him die.
What are you
gonna do?
Yep, just as I thought.
Hey, what are you doing?
These lives rats in the PRC
test confirm conclusively
that Hatake's right.
It isn't airborne.
That's good news.
Yep, except I'm no closer
to the source,
and I still have no idea
on the mode of transmission.
- I hate rats.
- I don't.
My dad was a master sergeant.
Moved us around
a lot.
Rats are easy to travel.
You do this a lot
in the service?
Take apart drains and toilets
looking for viruses?
I spent my first tour
in Iraq,
- searching for WMDs.
- See any action?
- Rarely left the base.
- Sounds dangerous.
Bet you got
some pretty nasty paper cuts.
The last few years I spent
harassing the cartels
in South America.
Must have been
shaking in their boots.
Ever actually fire a gun?
Not since boot camp.
Hey, let me see that.
What is it?
M. mulatta.
Unless I miss my guess,
this is
from a rhesus macaque.
So, they have monkeys.
What's the big deal?
That they lied about it.
Monkeys are one of the main
agents of zoonotic transfer
that's passing a virus from
animal to human or vice versa.
So, what didn't they want us
to find out?
Dr. Hatake?
Dr. Hatake?
Unbelievable.
The Arctic has
a timeless quality.
Don't you agree?
- Makes it a little tough
on the commute, though.
We get more accomplished
without the distraction
of the outside world.
- Like interference
from regulatory agencies?
I need to know everything
about Peter's last few days.
What he was working on,
who he was working with...
I thought you might.
What's all this?
Peter's research.
There are 20 more boxes
in his lab.
That's gonna take me
days to sort through.
Can you at least tell me
what he was working on?
Mutagens, mostly.
For speeding up mutations.
Those are dangerous.
You wouldn't want to let
your children play with them.
Do you have children?
No, I don't.
Can you think of any correlation
between his research
and the infectious agent?
- No.
I'm sorry.
Shift one,
report. Shift one, report.
Shift one, report.
Alan, tissues samples are...
Uh, I didn't mean
to interrupt.
No, it's OK.
Entry 224.
Got in some UV therapy
this morning.
Ran three miles
on the treadmill.
It's getting harder
to tell day from night,
but I guess that doesn't matter.
I'm still seeing T.
She is... terrific.
But I'm starting to wonder
whether I'm truly meant
for relationships.
And it's not
that I'm bad at them.
It's more like...
well, they're bad for me.
More than anything, I am excited
about being up here. I...
I understand
certain things now.
...up here. I...
I understand
certain things now.
- What is it?
- Look at his hand.
We used to do that
nights when our father
came home drunk or angry,
which was most nights.
What does it mean?
Run like hell.
You need to come
to isolation now.
Contamination.
Contamination.
Contamination.
Contamination.
Contamination.
Contamination.
Contamination.
Contamination.
How did you leave him
in there with the ***
- I was a little busy trying...
- Too busy to follow
- BSL-4 safety protocol?
- You're both missing the point here.
How did he get out?
This morning he was
terminally ill. Now he's
ripping out of restraints?
We sealed off the entire floor.
Deactivated
Peter's RFID chip. He's trapped.
But we still need to get him
out of there.
We're gonna flood the ducts
with halothane gas.
It'll knock him out for four hours.
Once the gas clears we'll retrieve his...
Look, Peter is our best chance
to understand
how this pathogen works.
He may have antibodies
which have allowed him to fend off
the infection. We need him alive.
I'm sorry, but I have the lives
of 120 others to consider.
No one is safe from the virus
until we have contained here.
Security teams
confirm level lockdown.
Once the gas clears
I'll take a security team and
we'll bring him back to isolation.
If you're going up there,
I'm going too.
I can't allow that.
It's too dangerous.
If there's any chance
Peter's alive,
I need to be up there.
As you wish.
Listen, we've been at this
for over an hour, and still no monkeys.
If Hatake is granting us
unrestricted access to the base,
why don't we just confront him,
tell him we found a monkey hair?
Yeah, right. I doubt
we'd get a straight answer.
Besides, this is
way more fun.
Access denied.
Access denied. Access denied.
So much for
unrestricted access.
You got
any bright ideas?
Liquid nitrogen.
Freezing rearranges
the tensile strength.
Huh.
Northwest A, clear.
Section northwest B, clear.
Southwest B, we're clear.
Dr. Farragut, we need
you to check in. Dr. Farragut.
Are you sure
my brother's up here?
We sealed the vents in this
sector, and that concentration
of gas should have
knocked him out.
Jeez.
What the hell happened here?
What's that smell?
That is monkey.
The only creatures that
smell worse are humans.
There must have been
a hundred of them.
Where the hell did they all go?
I don't know, but someone
busted off this cage door.
From the inside.
I've got something here.
Uh... black mucus.
Uh, Southwest... uh...
Yeah, Southwest C.
He was definitely here.
What was that?
Peter?
Peter!
He's smart.
Way too smart.
There you are,
handsome boy.
Come on out.
Peter!
Come on.
- He's here! Peter's here!
- Wait for backup!
Are you okay?
Am I cut? Do you see
any breaks on the skin.
- I don't think so.
- Be sure. It's important.
You're okay.
He's here. Peter's here.
It's not him. It's...
it's not Peter.
Oh, my god.
He was on one of my
security teams. Joseph Kneizeh,
31 years old, Talkeetna, Alaska.
- He was attacked and dismembered.
- This doesn't make sense.
The question we should
be asking is
why? Why did Peter attack
this man? Why cut off his hand?
And why is the pathogen
making him stronger?
I want to seal off
this part of the base.
All nonessential personnel,
keep them in dedicated safe rooms.
Nobody travels unless
they travel with a partner,
at least until we can
recapture Peter.
Attention,
Code 830, Level G, Oncology.
Anything from the first
set of cultures?
Cells are heavily damaged,
most totally deformed.
It's like...
Armageddon down there.
But no sign
of a virus?
I screened for all current
viral structures.
Filaments, polygons,
cylinders, spheres...
even icosahedrons.
What if it's
not current?
A couple of MIT scientists
discovered evidence
of ancient viruses
in the Greenland ice cores.
They found these obsolete structures
dating back 140,000 years.
I gotta hand it to Alan.
He's got an eye for the smart ones.
It's not like that.
- Not like what?
- Alan is a great
mentor, but there's nothing
going on.
I would have said
the exact same thing.
Only that was
eight years ago.
Look at that.
What? What is it?
Right there.
That's only 15nm.
There's no virus
that small.
No current virus.
- I need you to finish this.
- Where are you going?
To find Alan.
He needs to see this now.
started checking for
paleoneurological structures.
It's some form
of spherical capsid,
but unlike anything
we've ever seen before.
It's not naturally occurring,
at least not in this century.
Here it is blown up
to 100,000 XP.
Here's 500,000.
How was your walk
in the snow?
Fine, thanks.
A bit colder here
than you're used to.
Doesn't bother me.
I'm adaptable.
You know what they say
about those who fail to adapt.
The delivery will be
on schedule.
The schedule changed
when the CDC showed up.
I had nothing to do
with that.
Either way, the people
you and I work for aren't happy,
and now I have to clean up
your mess.
Oh, what the hell is that?
Wait, there's more.
- My god.
- We thought
it was just replicating,
but there's something else.
This mutation only occurs
in a fraction of the samples.
It's minimal but it's
statistically relevant.
Which could explain why Peter is
still alive and the others died.
But what's it doing
to him?
For lack of a better
term, it's... changing him.
Into what?
♪ Ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba ba ♪
♪ Ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba ♪
♪ Do you know the way
to San Jose? ♪
♪ I've been away so long
♪ I may go wrong
and lose my way ♪
♪ Do you know the way
to San Jose? ♪
♪ I'm going back to find
♪ Some peace of mind
in San Jose ♪
♪ LA is a great big freeway
♪ Put a hundred down
and buy a car ♪
♪ In a week, maybe two,
they'll make you a star ♪
♪ Weeks turn into years,
how quick they pass ♪
♪ And all the stars
that never were ♪
♪ Are parking cars
and pumping gas ♪
♪ You can really breathe
in San Jose ♪
♪ They've got a lot of space
♪ There'll be a place
where I can stay ♪
♪ I was born and raised
in San Jose ♪
♪ I'm going back to find
♪ Some peace of mind
in San Jose ♪
♪ Fame and fortune is
a magnet ♪
♪ It can pull you far away
from home ♪
♪ With a dream in your heart
you're never alone ♪
- Did he infect us?
- Are we going to die?
I'm not sure what happened.
Suddenly, Peter, Dr. Farragut,
was on top of me.
He held me down,
put his mouth over mine,
like some kind of animal.
I've never felt so violated.
- I was choking.
- I couldn't bloody breathe.
Like he was trying
to smother me.
What about the others?
What others?
There were three more in here
with us. After the attack...
they ran.
Where?
I don't know.
I need their names.
- We have a containment issue.
- I heard. I've asked Hatake
for a security team.
We're mounting a search.
This place is huge.
If we can't maintain
- a simple isolation protocol...
- There's nothing simple about this.
All right, let's concentrate
on what we do know.
We know
the virus is not airborne.
- What are the victims saying?
- They're saying that Peter
engaged in some kind
of oral contact.
What, like a kiss
or a bite?
More like an assault.
The R-naught of the virus is
now six.
- Multiply that times our escapees...
- That's 18
new cases we can look forward to.
We're not even sure Peter's done yet.
Jules, I need you to get
started on the rats right away.
We need to find out the rate of
infection. Sarah, can you handle
the isolation unit
until Doreen checks in?
Yeah, absolutely.
If you see any signs
of acute viral syndrome...
Fever, sweats, rash,
sore throat, nausea,
vomiting, myalgia, arthralgia,
lymphadenopathy...
Any of that. You get back into
a Racal suit and you find me immediately.
Dr. Farragut.
Our three missing doctors,
Tracey, Raver, and DeKlerk.
No one has seen them
since they fled the sunroom.
Why does that not surprise me?
Can you tell me, then, if
anyone's tried to leave the base
- in the last eight hours?
- No.
Well, then we'll have to do
this the old-fashioned way.
Major Balleseros and myself
will go floor to floor, room by room.
And if they refuse
to cooperate? Like your brother?
Let's not forget
he's still out there.
I'll have to
persuade them.
I hope you can.
But just in case,
our security teams will carry
stun batons and restraints.
You're going to try
to win them over with force?
The safety of this base is
my only concern.
All right, I don't agree with
restraining people any more than you do,
but let's just find them first,
see if we can convince them
to do what's best
for the whole base.
You're gonna need my help
with those escaped patients.
Not as much as
I need you in the lab.
Rate of infection is secondary
to containment. You know that.
I've been tracking infected
patients for the past two years.
I know how to talk to them.
- This is not about your qualifications.
- Then what is it about?
- Our lack of resources up here.
- That's ***.
When was the last time
you even left Atlanta?
Damn it, Jules,
we cannot both be in charge.
You'll have to follow
my lead on this.
How long
do we have to be in here?
A couple of weeks at most.
A couple of weeks?
What about my research?
What if I'm not infected?
I'm in the same room with them.
- We're breathing the same air...
- Shut up, Bryce.
Everybody, please calm down.
I know this is very stressful.
You don't know anything.
How old are you?
I'm twenty-six.
- You look like you're 15.
- I have two master's and a PhD
from MIT specializing
in virology and biogenetics.
I was the youngest doctor hired
by the CDC in over a decade,
and Dr. Farragut put me in charge
of isolation because I'm qualified.
Now, I will do my best
to address your needs,
but I want to make one thing
perfectly clear:
we will have order here.
We'll start
with Dr. Tracey's room.
I'll breach the door
and enter first.
Don't follow until you hear
the all-clear.
What's that?
Stun baton.
Use 'em on polar bears.
Non-lethal,
but they pack a wallop.
Ought to come in handy
if we run into any bears.
If we run into Peter Farragut,
you'll be glad we have these.
He tore off a man's head. You
think a shock is gonna stop him?
- You got a better idea?
- Yeah, I do.
No breaching, no batons.
We knock on the door.
If Dr. Tracey's home,
we have a conversation.
And if she's in no mood
to converse?
I've grown kind of fond
of my hands.
Dr. Tracey?
Dr. Tracey, it's Alan Farragut
with the CDC.
These are from the sunroom.
She was here.
But she didn't want to be.
She was trying to get out.
Then where the hell
did she go?
Who are you?
D-Doreen Boyle.
How do I know
that's your real name?
I-It's on my driver's license.
I got my real weight on there
too, but I'm not telling you that.
Who sent you here?
I work for the CDC.
I study
infectious diseases.
Maybe you can help me...
- Don't you come near us! You hear me?
Us? Who are you talking to?
You're messing with my head.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
to take you to isolation...
No, no, no! Not there.
They do terrible things
to you.
No, I can't tell you. They'll
take me to the White Room
like Dr. Hvit.
I want off this base!
You get me on the helicopter.
You promise me?
I'll even get you
to sit shotgun.
- Come on, I'll go with you...
- Why...
Why would you lie to us?
There is no
helicopter here.
No, not now,
but I can make a call.
You are a dirty,
filthy liar.
Now, what are we gonna
do with you?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
I thought I heard something.
I keep thinking
about Peter up there.
It's just the base settling.
Have you slept
since you arrived?
Uh, an hour or two.
I'm fine, really.
Sleep in the Arctic
is critical.
The mind can play tricks.
I'll take that
under advisement.
Wait.
What just happened?
- Did you see that?
- Yes.
What was going on
in that lab?
I told you.
Peter was
researching mutagens.
I think we both know
that was no mutagen.
What was he really
working on?
You've got to let us
out of here. This is kidnapping.
I demand to talk to a lawyer!
- This is a public health crisis.
The CDC has full jurisdiction.
Oh! A hell of a lot
of good that's done!
We could do a better job
of finding a cure ourselves.
- Give it a rest, Bryce.
- You give it a rest!
You're not the one who shared a bathroom
with Typhoid Mary over there.
I'm sorry. Try to keep still.
Or what?
I'll get sick and die?
Must be bad
you put the suit back on.
We don't know exactly
what we're dealing with.
Everything could be fine.
Not knowing
is why things can't be fine.
Not knowing
is why those two over there
are gonna turn on me.
It's just
- a matter of time.
- I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.
I promise.
That's a promise
you don't want to make.
Do you have
morphine sulfate here?
He needs morphine now.
Where do I get it?
Level G,
drug stockroom.
Get up!
Who is it?
One of the runners
from the sunroom.
He was hiding in the stairwell.
That's Dr. DeKlerk from
the aerosol division.
You didn't have to be
so rough with him.
Maybe if you people followed directions.
Maybe if you told us what the hell
was going on.
What's wrong with him?
Is he infected?
Uh, we don't know.
What's his name?
I told you. DeKlerk.
His first name!
- Uh, Henrik, I think.
- Henrik, we're with you.
We're with you. We'll take care
of you. He's still breathing.
Get him to sickbay.
Show's over.
Everyone go back to your rooms.
Not until you tell us
why we haven't been evacuated.
Keep him away from me.
You didn't answer
my question.
We're doing the best we can.
That's ***.
You're from the CDC.
You could get us out of here
if you really wanted to.
You know what? You're right.
You're right.
We could evacuate you all,
airlift you out to the nearest hospital,
and you know what would happen then?
It would start with the doctors
and the nurses.
The ones caring for you. They'd
go home to their families,
kiss their kids goodnight,
and pass on the virus.
And the next day at school,
some of those kids would infect
others, and in two weeks' time,
this virus...
is in the general population.
In four weeks,
every major city
on this planet.
So, no,
we're not evacuating you.
But we're not
abandoning you.
We will stay with you
as long as it takes
to figure this out.
Now, please,
just go back to your rooms.
Nice speech.
I haven't heard that
since... Kikwit, '95?
It was Joburg, '96.
What are you doing here?
There was something strange
going on in Peter's lab.
I've been combing
surveillance tape...
I asked you
to work on rate of infection.
This seemed more important.
- I thought I made this clear...
- What's going on, Alan?
You were always stubborn,
but at least you made sense.
- We talked about this...
- Is this about Peter?
- That's absurd.
- Are you punishing me?
Because believe me, I've punished myself
enough for both of us.
This is not the time,
it's not the place...
It was never the time or the place!
That was the problem to begin with.
Jules.
Ah!
You're here for...
- What?
- You're here for a reason!
Um... yeah, I'm, uh,
I'm with the CDC.
- We're here to help you.
- No! Not you.
Walker.
Got something here.
Injection logs
for the last three months.
Here's the date that matches
the surveillance tape.
February 19th. Lot 14.
He injected 0.2ccs
of NARVIK-A.
Lot 15, 0.2ccs
of NARVIK-B.
What is that?
I encourage my staff
to push the envelope,
to try new
and untested formulas.
Was Peter experimenting
with this?
Not that I was aware of.
Who else worked in this lab
with him?
You met both of them
yesterday.
In body bags.
We need
to replicate the test.
Peter's research. We can
examine the results ourselves.
Inject more rats?
And see what happens.
I should've known.
They were never gonna use it
for something good.
Move a few genes here and there,
activate the replication cycle.
Bingo, you got yourself
the perfect weapon.
it wasn't my fault, right?
How was I supposed to know it
was gonna go sideways?
You can't make a virus
and expect it to follow
instructions, right?
Don't play dumb!
You're not fooling anyone.
You knew what you were doing
this whole time. I am not
taking the fall for this alone,
you hear me?!
Ah!
Oh, God! I'm sorry.
What's wrong with me?
Sarah!
Are you all right?
Not really.
Did he... touch you?
Make any kind of contact?
Did he get any secretions
on you?
No, I'm... I'm OK.
He didn't attack me.
A lot of empty vials
and syringes over here.
Morphine sulfate.
He's in pain.
This is good.
- Excuse me?
If he has the presence of mind to
self-medicate, then maybe we can talk him
into coming back to isolation
before he infects anyone else.
I don't know. He...
he had this look
in his eyes.
It wasn't...
it wasn't quite human.
What else did he do?
You mean aside from climbing
this cage like Spiderman?
He said something.
He said,
"You're here for a reason."
Only not me, he said Walker.
- Jules?
I think he left us a trail
to follow.
I'll get a security team.
I'm going with you.
Not this time, Doc.
Things have been getting
out of hand, and you know
we can't afford to lose you.
But I'll tell you what, though.
How about you be my wingman?
Now I know
what a TV dinner feels like.
I didn't think you were old
enough to remember that one.
Die Hard? Sure, saw it
in third grade.
Tsk.
Ouch.
You see anything
up there yet?
Nada. How do we even know
he's still up here?
If I know Peter,
he's still up there.
What makes you so sure?
He used to hide in the attic
when we were kids,
when our dad was drinking
or angry,
which was a lot.
Keep the chatter down.
We don't want to scare him away.
No offence, but I don't think
he's the one who's scared.
Will you look up?
I can't see anything.
- Join the club.
- What was that?
What was what?
Tilt your head up
about 20 degrees.
Now look left.
It's dark up here. Get it?
Check your six.
Make sure he's not behind you.
- Holy ***! Ugh!
- Balleseros!
- Is he all right?
- I'm not sure.
Is he infected?
Well, he's still breathing,
none of that black *** on him.
His pulse is steady.
What happened up there?
Hell if I know.
One minute I was alone.
the next minute, I'm getting
a face full of your brother.
I guess I must have nailed us
both with that bug zapper.
That stun baton packs 600kV.
It should have knocked him out cold.
Seems like a lot of things that should
be happening with Peter aren't.
Base One.
OK, we're on our way.
Elevator alarm just went off upstairs.
Someone's trying to leave the base.
NARVIK-A subjects are decimated.
Close to a 100%
mortality rate.
- And NARVIK-B?
- Morbidity at 100%,
but mortality at zero.
They're infected
but still alive.
It's been a long time
since I did real lab work.
Guess you forget
how tedious it can be.
No, I miss it.
The precision, commitment,
sacrifice, all leading
to the joy of discovery.
My mother used to say
something just like that.
She was
also a scientist?
Cellular biologist, yeah.
She died when I was
very young.
I am sorry.
What about your father?
Oh, my god.
Can't you make him stop?
Morphine isn't working.
If I give him any more,
- I might kill him.
- Yeah, maybe that's not such a bad idea.
Nice. I suppose you'd feel the same way
if it was you lying there?
Look, I feel sorry for Haven,
but those are the breaks.
Everybody, please.
We just need to be patient.
That's easy for you to say,
you're back inside that suit.
This is just a precaution
until we figure out a treatment.
You're not figuring out
a treatment.
In fact, I don't think you know
a damn thing about this virus at all.
Stop it! Stop.
We're all doctors here, right?
Instead of bickering,
let's put our heads together.
Yeah, let's get her
to let us out of here.
You know I can't do that.
There's a chance that you could
infect others or become violent...
And what if someone gets
violent inside this box, huh?
What are we supposed to do then?
- Open the door.
- At least let us go back to our labs.
No.
Do what you want, but I'm not
letting you out of here.
Then you're gonna
call someone who will.
Base One.
- OK. We have to go back.
- Why?
A couple of detainees are
demanding to be let loose.
They're holding Dr. Jordan.
Go. I'll check outside,
secure the perimeter.
Security
teams, confirm level lockdown.
Release Dr. Jordan at once.
- Then we can talk.
- Let us out and she comes
- with us. No harm done.
- If you let us go
back to our labs,
we can help with the virus.
Bryce is a hematologist.
I'm a biochemist.
You are in isolation
for your own safety.
More like rats in a box.
We're not gonna die in here.
We are working
on an antiviral therapy.
As soon as we run
animal trials...
Animal trials could
take weeks!
We're not going to be around
that long, and you know it.
Dr. Farragut.
I need you
to let Dr. Jordan go.
Uh-uh! Don't come any closer!
Look, we're working
as hard as we can
to figure this thing out,
and we won't stop until we do.
- We both know that's a crock of ***.
- Hear him out, Bryce.
Listen, I'm in here with you,
not out there.
We will work this out.
All right? Just give me
the syringe
- and let Dr. Jordan go.
- Why should we trust you?
Dr. Farragut.
Now we're in this together.
Alan, what you did
back there...
Thank you.
I was just
doing my job.
And so were you
by not letting them leave.
- I had a good teacher.
- Yeah? Do I know him?
There's no risk anyway,
what with the lack
of airborne transmission.
Jules, what is it?
I need
to show you something.
The NARVIK-A subjects died
horribly...
lesions, hemorrhagic shock,
liquification
of internal organs.
But the NARVIK-B subjects
didn't die. They became
highly aggressive,
agitated.
Sounds like a lyssavirus.
Maybe some form of rabies?
Rabies doesn't include a compulsion
to spread the contagion.
I've never seen a pathogen
with such focused behavioral patterns.
The B samples are
acting just like vectors.
Vectors on steroids.
I think the B virus rewires
the brain
to create a perfect
contagion machine.
Like Peter.
Dr. Farragut, Dr. Hatake would
like a word with you.
And I'd like a word with him.
Get down to isolation.
Check on the infected patients.
If what you've
discovered is true,
we're not just dealing
with a single virus anymore.
Going for a spin?
It's a brisk night.
I hope you brought your woolies.
This doesn't have anything
to do with you.
Still, I'm gonna have to ask you
to return back to the base.
If you had any idea
what they were doing here,
you'd be getting
the hell out yourself.
The transgenic experiments,
the virus vaults...
Unregulated research sounds
great until you're actually doing it.
What they did to those monkeys
was... was an abomination.
Come back inside.
I want to hear about this.
I'm not going back.
Just come back inside.
You're gonna freeze out here.
People have to know
what's going on up here.
We have to tell the newspapers.
Hell, we have to tell everyone.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You don't have to go
back in there right now.
I can handle it.
I'm good, thanks.
A little help?
Meet Dr. Tracey.
She's in the advanced stages, but
I got her tranqued up on monkey juice.
Took me a long damn time
to haul her *** up here.
And there's
some other monkey business
I think Dr. Farragut would like
to hear about.
You're not bringing her
in here, are you?
She's going straight into the
ICU chamber. You won't have any contact.
A little late
for that, isn't it?
He's seizing!
I need a crash cart!
Do it now.
Ah!
Come on, let's get
out of here!
This virus was less of
a danger before the CDC arrived.
My people were
the ones attacked in there.
Yours were doing the attacking.
I thought you had
that situation under control.
I was mistaken.
And I thought we had
the full picture,
not to mention
complete access.
Maybe you can tell me
how it is that patients here
just go missing,
or how a member
of my team
is attacked by an infected
monkey she was told didn't
exist in the first place.
Or maybe you'd like
to tell me why
my brother was tinkering
with maybe the worst contagion
this world has seen
in his own damn lab?
You should
ask your brother.
I would never encourage
something so reckless.
First things first:
how do we contain
the infected patients?
We don't, not without
complete transparency.
And if I refuse?
We came here to help.
You no longer want that help?
That's fine. But it seems to me
we're the last chance you have.
So, maybe we give each other
what we want, what we need...
and just maybe we all get
out of here alive.
- I'm sorry.
- For what? It's not your fault.
I should've been there.
Ah, don't beat yourself up.
We'll get them back.
I didn't keep you
off the search because of Peter.
I didn't want to...
I lost you once.
I appreciate that, I do.
But I'm not
your responsibility anymore.
You can't keep trying
to protect me.
I don't know
that I can stop.
Julia.
Peter.
Ah!
No. No!
No! No!
Please! Peter! Please!
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