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(birds chirping)

(cawing)

(crow caws quietly)

(rapid footsteps)

(gasps, panting)

(housekeeper speaks in French)

(engine approaching)

(Monet grunting)

Merci.

(engine revving)

(water sloshes)

(low rumbling)

(baby crying)

(panting)

(retching)

Can I help you, sir?

Thank you.

What's wrong with you, sir?

Just-- Sir, please,
roll up your sleeve.

(man coughs in distance)

NURSE (distant):
Doctor! Doctor!

NURSE:
Uh, Doctor,

the patient is showing signs of
headaches, vomiting and nausea.

-Is he from the west, the Congo?
-Hapana.

Not far
from the Nzoia River area.

Is it the new disease?

I don't know.
There's no signs of sarcoma,

no meningitis.

We have massive hemorrhaging.

Sir, sir, can you hear me?

Have you been
traveling anywhere?

Kitum. Uh, the caves.

Clear a room. He needs fluids,
a transfusion.

He's lost a lot of blood.
Let's go.

NURSE:
His skin is loose.

Doctor?

(choking)

He's choking.
He needs a breathing tube.

Get me a breathing tube.

(grunting)

Something is in the way.

* Merry Christmas, baby *

* You sure did
treat me nice... *

(Nancy whoops)

AUNT:
Oh!

Mom, way too early
for Christmas music.

Uh, chef gets dibs on music.

It is a Thanksgiving rule.

-That's bogus.
-That's life, sweetie.

Help your grandfather to the
table and go find your brother.

Jason, can you come in
and help, please?

I was nothing like that.

Identical.
Except with bell-bottoms.

-And a macramé bikini top.
-I never even owned

-a macramé bikini top.
-Oh, I remember it well.

-Really?
-Very hard to get off.

NANCY:
(hisses) Ooh. Damn it.

-AUNT: Oh, Nancy.
-Honey. Let me see.

It's fine, it's fine.

-Thank you.
-Thought I could trust you
with a sharp blade.

Apparently, not in the kitchen.

(Nancy's father coughing)

JERRY:
Hmm. Okay.

-We could have come to him.
-AUNT: You know your father.

Tradition is important.

I offered to go over there,
set everything up,

he wouldn't hear of it.

Jason, honey,

can you come and get some dishes
for the table? Thanks.

(coughing continues)

(TV playing indistinctly)

I'm just gonna
go get some Pepsi.

REPORTER (over TV):
...the AIDS Quilt
is a sobering reminder

of the scope of the tragedy
in this country.

As the virus has spread
and more families

are affected by
its deadly consequences,

the quilt continues to grow.

(door opens)

-JERRY: Hey.
-Hey.

You okay?

(sighs)

He's so much worse
than last summer.

Why didn't he tell me?

I'm sorry.

What can I do?

-I just need a few more minutes.
-Okay.

I'll just tell everybody
the Pepsi's putting up a fight.

(door closes)

-JERRY: Oh, here you go, honey.
-* Oh, my *

* It's Christmastime again... *

-AUNT: This looks just
delicious.
-JERRY: Mmm.

-It really does.
-NANCY: Let's hope it tastes

-as good as it looks.
-AUNT: A glorious feast.

-NANCY: Thank you.
-All right, you two,
that's enough.

-Ow.
-JERRY: Who is hungry.

NANCY'S FATHER: Enough.
Okay, everybody's got wine?

NANCY:
You're gonna want
more than that.

-Dear Lord...
-(Nancy clears throat)

...thank you
for the blessings of this food

and this family.

Help the Eagles crush
the Cowboys today, please,

and please watch over
our family...

Nancy,

my sister, Jerry
and these two monsters.

-(quiet laughter)
-In Thy name we pray,

-Amen.
-ALL: Amen.

Dig in.

(helicopter blades whirring in
distance)

JAIME: Did you sign
the paper for coach?

In your backpack.

State Invitationals
already, huh?

-Yep. You're up for carpool.
-Okay.

Have you ever seen AIDS?

Mom doesn't see human patients.

Besides, Tammy's mom says that
all the AIDS are in New York.

Um, Tammy's mom...

believes that Falcon Crest
is a real place.

Let's just stick to science.

Okay? Facts only.

We do have vials of HIV.

But it's not a Level 4 agent.

Actually hard to contract.

You've seen something worse?

Jason.

Don't worry about
what you're seeing on TV.

I work in one of the safest
places in the world.

Come on.

We're gonna be late.

(low radio chatter)

GUARD:
Good morning, ma'am.

Have a good day.

Hey.

-BEN: Morning.
-Wow.

What do we have here?

They really... skimped out
on the giftwrapping.

(Ben chuckles)

Who would drop a package off
looking like that?

Hazelton.

Those research monkey guys?

NANCY:
Yep.

Well, hello, Monkey 053.

Wow. It just gets better.

It looks like a spleen.

Huh.

Let's see what
brought you in here today.

-Hmm.
-What's wrong?

It's not just a spleen, it's...

...a-a blood clot?

I think?

Engorged from...

I'm guessing from
subcutaneous hemorrhaging.

-What would cause that?
-A virus.

A powerful one.

If this is a primate,
it's probably SHF.

I'm sorry.
Peter's the virus guy.

Simian hemorrhagic fever.

Highly contagious.

Wherever this guy came from,

it could wipe out
the entire colony.

Oh, you're safe.

It rips the hell out
of the inside of monkeys,

but it doesn't spill over
to humans.

We'll make a few cultures,
see what's going on.

If this monkey has simian fever,

you're looking for
tiny black peppercorn shapes

in the stew.

Dead monkeys make me sad.

I never know how to decipher
your level of sarcasm.

Hmm. Well, I guess
I'd put us at, uh...

on, like, a level three.

Not the pun type, Jahrling.

-Stick with acerbic.
-Sardonic?

-Acidic.
-I'll take it.

Guys, it's no good.
It's all milky.

I can barely see anything.

-It's off the plastic.
-BEN: This is what I'm saying.

NANCY:
SHF doesn't
kill cells like this.

There's only a few things
in the world that could do this.

User error?

Wha-What?

Look, I told Hazelton
to send us samples

if they saw any
characteristics of SHF.

My guess?

Your first hunch was right.

Some random bacteria invaded
the culture

while you were prepping
the flasks.

No judgment.

Happens to the best of us.

And what if there
is something else in there?

Nancy, if I zipped myself up

into one of those body bags
and went down to that

house of horrors every day,

I'm sure I'd be seeing

deadly pathogens
everywhere I looked, too.

That's why the army hired

a regular guy with a PhD.

All right, so,
head of his class at Cornell...

Did you see the carpet?

It's been eaten away
by something

that's far more aggressive.

A virus like you're suggesting

just appears out of nowhere
on U.S. soil?

-I mean...
-Well, there's a first time
for everything.

Even you admitting you're wrong.

I'd really need to see
the data on that.

Well, there's only one way to
find out; we'll take it to BL4.

All right.

Meanwhile, I'll be here
running tests,

finding out what kind of crap
actually got in there.

Okay.

(telephone ringing)

(machine beeps, tape clicks)

NANCY (on tape):
Carter, I know the last thing

you want is to be bothered,

but I need you.

Are you there?

Just pick up, please.

Okay, look.

I've got something in my lab
that's scaring me.

I've just spent
the last 30 minutes

looking at dead cells
under a microscope.

I swear...

I've only seen one thing
that could cause this reaction.

If I'm right,
I'm looking at a filovirus.

That means it's out there,

uncontained in a building
just outside of D.C.

I'm gonna run some tests,
but you're the only one

who would know how to handle
something like that.

(sustained beep)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
All old messages deleted.

MALE NARRATOR: Every pathogen
contained in Level 4

is deadly and incurable,

Some of the worst of which
are the filoviruses.

They spread through
bodily fluids.

Blood, mucus, feces,

vomit, even sweat.

In 1980, a doctor in Nairobi

contracted
the Marburg filovirus

from a patient's vomit.

Specimens of Dr. Musoke's
blood are kept in USAMRIID's...

NANCY: Which one of you
is Captain Orman?

...deadly hot agents would be
difficult to contain

if they were unleashed

-in an urban environment.
-M.D.?

Ranger.

I'm looking for
a science background.

Bachelor's emphasis
on pathology.

And you're cleared
for Level 4 training tomorrow?

Mm-hmm, that's me.

...under observation.

You're going in tonight.

...family are so dangerous
and why.

The viruses of this family

have a negative-sense,
single-stranded RNA genome...

Didn't expect
such a charming escort

to take me to Colonel Jaax.

I am Colonel Jaax.

(quietly):
Stupid...

(man speaks indistinctly
over PA)

So what's in there
that can't wait till tomorrow?

A hunch.

We'll only know for sure
when we run some tests.

Hope I'm wrong.

How do you have anymore
eyelashes left, ma'am?

(chuckles) This isn't routine.

I'm just making a tool.

We're going to send out a sample
to the electron microscope

and they'll throw it
under the beam.

While we are in Level 4.

We'll only get
the concrete proof

when we test the blood
against the hot agents in there.

Nothing like jumping
in the deep end.

I thought they taught you to
swim when you were in training.

-Did I grab the wrong guy?
-No.

I'm ready.

You aren't a little scared?

Of course not.

That's bad.

If you're not scared,
you shouldn't be in Level 4.

Fear keeps you sharp.
Put that on.

(device buzzes)

(device buzzes)

Hey, Walter, thank you so much
for the samples.

Unfortunately, the cultures
for 053 got botched.

But if we're looking at
hemorrhagic blood clot here,

my money's on simian fever.

Thought you might want
to let the facility know

sooner rather than later.

So we're talking
low survival rate.

Yeah, less than half.

There's a slight possibility
it's something else,

but... it's doubtful.

When will you know for sure?

Well, we're gonna run
some tests tomorrow,

but you might want
to quarantine

the other monkeys
from 053's cell.

Jahrling, this isn't gonna

get out of hand, is it?

(monkeys screeching)

(telephone ringing)

Mays here.

(exhales) Glad it's you
who picked up.

Oh, yeah, hey, Walt.

So what's going on in cell H?

That's what I'm calling about.

I just heard from the guy
at USAMRIID.

It looks like SHF.

Simian fever. Damn.

-(water jet blasting)
-Pretty nasty stuff.

And I'm hoping
we don't lose anymore.

(monkeys chittering)

So what kind of precautions
you want to take?

That's one hell of a blade.

It's a diamond.

Costs more than my car.

100 million viruses

can be on
the head of a needle.

This blade is so sharp,

it could cut one of them
right in half.

NANCY (softly):
There we go.

There it is.

(hard rock music playing)

Ugh, oh, my ears are bleeding.

Do not even think about
starting up with

-that Milli Vanilli crap.
-(music cuts off)

You know, my ex-wife
never made me wear

one of these
cummerbund thingies.

Aw, did you have to wear
one of these at your wedding?

Last chance, man.

Giving up the single life
for puking kids.

Going once... twice...

Hey, uh, did you ever figure out

what blew up
the colonel's batch?

Yeah, I was just prepping
the cultures right now.

I'll bet you anything

it's Pseudomonas, man.

It's a common soil bacterium,
lives in dirt.

Literally, one of the most
common life-forms on the planet.

It's everywhere.
It's-- Hospitals, hot tubs,

it's under
everyone's fingernails.

Don't you want to wait till
Nancy finishes up her tests?

You're talking about
a million-to-one odds.

Look, man, I...

wouldn't put too much stock
in Nancy's paranoia.

I mean, look, she's...
smart as a whip.

But her mentor? He's, like, a...

pathogen-chasing whack job.

This guy went off the deep end,

kind of always looking
for the big one.

I mean, it's not her fault.

(door opens)

(door closes)

No clothes,
no jewelry of any kind.

Nothing but yourself.

(exhales)

Going into Level 4
is like being born.

You're stripped down
to your bare essence,

and you emerge into a strange
and hostile environment.

Ah... (clears throat)

(locker door closes)

(exhales)

Leaving Level 0 for Level 2.

When you open the door,
you'll feel resistance.

Keep a firm grip.

The negative air pressure keeps
what's inside the hot zone

from drifting out.

(door beeps)

Viruses fall apart
under the ultraviolet.

It smashes
their genetic material

and makes it impossible
for them to replicate.

We like that.

Leaving Level 2 for Level 3.

(door beeps)

Just do as I do.

You want to make sure

nothing gets between your scrubs
and your gloves.

First layer of protection
is complete.

I like to grab an extra length
just in case I need it.

That's the second layer.

Wrap your tape
around the coupling.

Okay.

Level 4 is designed
with no sharp corners.

Even so, we're handling
scalpels, tools.

We'll be on a buddy system,
like scuba diving.

No one goes into Level 4 alone.

I'll be scanning you head to toe

for anything that could let
contaminated particles in.

You get a tear,
I will get you out fast.

Now, this is the moment.

It's going to seem
very claustrophobic.

-I've heard about it.
-Yes, but you haven't seen it.

People panic, they claw
at their suits, they scream.

Let's try not to do that, okay?

Good.

(inhaling, exhaling)

(air hissing)

All right, just breathe.

Breathe through it.

Like childbirth.

Well, I guess you wouldn't know
what that's like.

Is it like being buried alive
in a coffin?

-What are you doing?
-I'm checking your pupils.

Signs of panic.

Okay, let's bring
your breathing down a little.

Good.

Level 4 airlock.

This is where the real world
meets the hot zone.

All these nozzles, they will
decontaminate us on our way out.

Hey.

You need to be straight with me.
Can you do this?

Welcome to the hot zone.

Okay, you ready?

Disconnect.

(air hisses)

First thing I want to do
is get more cultures made.

(whirring)

Hand me the acetone.

ORMAN:
Fixation?

What are we testing for,
exactly?

Immunofluorescence.

The cells I saw in that culture
weren't just dead.

-They were exploded.
-What would do that?

Filovirus.

Where the hell
did these samples come from?

-Africa?
-Somewhere closer.

Close enough
not to need postage.

This is Jaax, I need a code.

Got it. Cleared.

Every known filovirus on Earth
is in this freezer.

Do you know how many people
would die on this planet

if the leftovers of this freezer
ever got released?

All of us?

And there's not a cure
on the horizon.

Without Dr. Musoke, we wouldn't
have Marburg antibodies.

I'll start by testing
the antisera one at a time.

My gut is that Marburg
is matched.

That's the filovirus
found in monkeys.

If we hit the virus jackpot,
it'll glow green.

No glow.

It's negative.

-That's good?
-No.

If it's not Marburg,

none of the other options
are good.

Hey, smell that.

-What?
-It's the easiest way

to determine
if it's Pseudomonas,

if it smells like grape juice.

(inhales)

(inhales)

Huh. Nothing.

So it's not contaminated?

Then what's eating those cells?

Ebola Zaire.

One of the deadliest viruses
on Earth.

Similar symptoms as Marburg,

but instead of killing 30%
of its victims, it kills 90%.

Hole. Hole, hole!

Oh, God.

This is Jaax. I've got a breach.

I'm gonna do a crash exit.

Orman, just stay here, someone's
gonna come in and bring you out.

I have to decontaminate.

(alarm sounding)

MAN (over PA):
Romeo-Bravo-Lima-Four,
Code 3.

(man continues indistinctly)

(alarm blaring)

-Ma'am, are you all right?
-Whatever it is,

it didn't get me.
Just c-check the glove.

-We have a laceration.
-Uh...

The cut was there before,
but I...

SOLDIER: I'm observing
blood in the powder.

(exhales)

(Tucker sighs)

What the hell
were you thinking?

Sir, we have a duty
to warn Hazleton.

Why'd you go in there
with a cut?

I-I don't even know
where to start.

You can get as angry
as you want at me later.

Right now,
we've got to get to them.

We may have a filovirus
on our hands,

and there's a chance
that it's Ebola.

It-it can't be Ebola.

Did you see a glow?

I didn't get that far.

And did you check
for contaminants?

No, because I was using
a fresh sample.

Well, there you go. I mean,
how can you be 100% sure?

I already have the lab
running a thorough test

of all known bacteria.

Colonel, weeks ago,
I asked Hazleton

to send me samples of anything
that looked

even remotely like SHF.

The package was for my study.

The cells blew up because
they were infected.

I already told Hazleton
that it's simian fever.

What, you really think
Koko Jr. in there

has two rare
and deadly diseases?

Look, what's more likely?
They sent us samples of SHF,

which I've been expecting
for weeks, or Ebola,

which has literally never
before been detected

on U.S. soil?

That's reckless.

No, that--

That's experience.

I'm sorry,
I'm the only one here

who's chased these viruses
on the ground.

Look, enough of this crap,
okay?

Ebola?

Jaax, do you have any idea

what kind of panic
this will cause?

I'm gonna need
unequivocal proof...

I was about to introduce Ebola
Zaire to the sample tissue.

I just need to get
back in there.

All your samples were
compromised

during sterilization, ma'am.
It's protocol.

Jaax, you and I know,
if this was Ebola,

there would be a trail of dead
bodies already. All right?

If I learned anything
from Carter, it's that

every time Ebola strikes,

it retreats back
into the jungle,

and it emerges again
as something different.

And there's a reason
that no one

listens to that guy anymore.

(muffled conversation)

TUCKER (muffled):
I'm not going to argue with you!

Jaax, until this accident
investigation is concluded,

you're suspended from Level 4,
as of now.

Jahrling will take it
from here.

(sighs)
I'm sorry, Jerry.

How you doing? You okay?

You're scaring the hell
out of me, Nance.

I'm gonna go check in
with the lab,

see about your tests.

Okay. Thanks.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Hey, where's Ben?

He's halfway to Shenandoah
by now.

Damn it, I want to talk to him
about something.

He'll be back Monday.

How are these tests coming?
You ID any contaminant yet?

Not yet. I'm ruling out bacteria
one by one.

Won't be done for
another few hours.

Good night, Dr. Jahrling.

Good night.

(pop music playing indistinctly)

Wait...

(door opens, closes)

All clear.

JERRY:
You know better, Nance.

NANCY:
You have to trust me.

-I used precautions.
-I'm sorry, but--

-If anything happened to you...
-It didn't.

-Okay, let's go home.
-I...

I can't. Not now.

I'm pretty sure of what
I saw in there today.

Okay, not that
I don't trust you,

but why does it have to be you?

-Someone else can do it.
-Really? Who?

Peter's convinced I'm wrong,

and the colonel thinks
that it's too improbable.

So who else is there
that's gonna raise a red flag?

Jerry, look at me.

These two hands have
held anthrax, Marburg...

You know I don't like
talking about that.

And I do it because
it is my responsibility.

It's my duty.

What about your duty
to Jamie and Jason... and me?

You can't be angry with me

for doing what
I signed up for.

You know, most days
I lie to myself.

I tell myself you're not
in any real danger.

I hate that
I can't do that today.

We're gonna get through this.

I can't drop it. I--
Not now.

I need to find
another monkey to sample.

Okay?

Just be extra careful,
all right?

NANCY:
I will.

FRANK (over intercom):
This facility is not open
to the public.

I'm not the public.

I'm a colonel with USAMRIID.
My name is Nancy Jaax.

Oh, sorry.

Uh, I'm Frank Mays,
uh, colony manager.

Thank you for the heads-up
on the SHF.

What did you do with
the other monkeys in the cell?

Well, I quarantined them. Why?

Because I need to see them.

That's private property.

They'd have my balls
if I let you see 'em

-without clearance from HQ.
-Your whole colony is in danger.

Ma'am, I've been here
for 30 years,

and this is not
our first outbreak.

-Luckily, we caught it early.
-How many dead?

Aside from 053, uh...

11. 12.

Did you nick yourself
when you processed them?

Any cuts or scrapes?

You don't think this is
simian fever, do you?

Now, look,
some colonel shows up

unannounced in the middle
of the night, you--

What the hell am I
dealing with here?

I can't tell you that
until I get my hands on

-some fresh tissue.
-Samples?

That's days of paperwork.

We don't have days.

Lady, I am three years
from my retirement.

Frank, there's no one
in this world

who wants to see you live
to your retirement

more than I do.

All right, uh, let me see
what I can do.

Uh, but I'm gonna have
to meet you off-site.

I got 'em right here.

NANCY:
Oh, my God, what did you do?

They-They're double-bagged.

What am I supposed to do
with these?

You wanted monkeys.

I wanted a little fresh tissue

so I could make
a concrete diagnosis.

-This--
-Well, they're fresh, ma'am.

They just died today.

And y-you just put them
in garbage bags?

They should be in coolers.

Look, I did the best I could.

Are you gonna help me figure out
what's killing them or not?

All right, you gotta bring 'em
to my lab.

Wha--
Lady, I can't go on that base.

I-I can't-- I got to stay
under the radar.

Well, these are gonna thaw.

Look, it's a hell of
a lot longer

back to Reston
than it is to Fort Detrick.

This is--

All right.

This is what we're gonna do.

You're gonna help me move them
to my trunk.

We need to hurry,
it's gonna be rush hour soon.

Help me get everything out.

We gotta take everything out
that can puncture a garbage bag.

Now, have the exteriors of
the bags been washed thoroughly

-with bleach?
-Yes.

All right, when you pick them
up, you need to be careful.

You don't throw these around,
you understand?

-Uh, yes.
-Okay.

FRANK:
Okay.

There you go.

No, no.
You need to follow me.

What? Why?

Because by the time
I get back to base,

these bags could be soup.

We can't have
contaminated blood

dripping on the highway.

That is not an option.

You need to stay close
and watch for drips.

(sighs)

(clock ticking)

(tape rewinding)

NANCY (on tape):
Carter, it's me again.

Did you get my fax?

The electron microscope
found eye hooks.

I won't be 100% sure
until I can test fresh tissue,

but we're looking at
a definite Filovirus.

If it breaks out,
I really need you.

This could sweep through D.C.
in a matter of weeks.

They won't know what hit them
until it's too late.

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