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Okay, little guy.
Hi, there. Hi, there.

Okay, just a sec.

Computer, record.

1600 hours.

Test subject,
monkey 067, to receive...

dosage of deactivated
Ebola Zaire virus.

Okay, little fella. Come on now.
It's okay. Hold still.

Dissection scheduled-

Damn!

This is an outbreak alert.

Computer, override
decontamination protocols.

- Security clearance, Deighton, 2877-
- Foreign organism detected.

Computer!

- Security codes are locked out.
- Shut it off! No!

- Microwave decontamination procedure...
- Michael!

- Will commence in 30 seconds.
- The virus is harmless!

It's been genetically deactivated.
Stop the decontamination.

- All living tissue will be vaporized.
- Stop it! Stop this!

- This is an outbreak alert.
- You're letting me die for no reason!

Ventilation system sealed.

Michael, we're brothers!

- Outdoor system sealed.
- No!

- Five, four...
- My God!

Three, two...

one.

There is nothing wrong
with your television.

Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling
the transmission.

We control the horizontal...

and the vertical.

We can deluge you
with a thousand channels...

or expand one single image
to crystal clarity...

and beyond.

We can shape your vision...

to anything
our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour...

we will control
all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery...

which reaches from
the deepest inner mind to...

The Outer Limits.

It is said that civilization began...

when man first became capable
of changing his environment.

What will happen when man has
the ability to change himself?

When no human
need be cursed by heredity?

Will it be the beginning of a glorious,
new kind of civilization...

or the end
of everything we know?

As you can see
in our presentation...

previous attempts with tear gas
have not been successful for riot control.

As most of you know,
for the past two years...

Metadyne Pharmaceuticals
has been developing...

a clandestine urban-control agent...

for military and civilian
law-enforcement agencies.

I firmly believe
in the value of creating...

a humane urban-enforcement weapon.

And I still believe
the Deighton C viral agent...

which carries altered messenger RNA
into targeted host cells...

is the way to go.

But right now there's
a performance shortfall.

Unfortunately,
while initially effective...

the Deighton C viral agent still kills
80% of its animal test subjects.

- Eighty percent?
- Indulge me, Spencer.

Deighton C is supposed
to temporarily paralyze...

thousands of people over
dozens of square city blocks...

without killing them,
but it kills eight out of 10.

Now, I may have been in Europe too long,
but that's not a shortfall.

It's a disaster.

What we'd like to know,
Spencer, is if you can fix it...

and whether you can do it
in less than three months.

We have some data
on drug-drug interaction...

with corticosteroids
that looks promising.

We're pursuing that. So, yeah.
Yeah, I'd say it's solvable.

Bob, when can we put the question for a
new chief executive officer on the agenda?

Cameron Deighton passed away
only three months ago.

- How fast do you expect us to move?
- Faster than we are.

You're doing a great job as acting chair,
but we need a permanent CEO now.

I don't think this is
the time to discuss it.

Hey, come on, Bob.
I'd be happy to take the job.

You can say it's my
welcome-home present.

And I think my father
would have approved.

Some of us think Spencer
might make a better candidate.

You know, this company
was founded on innovation...

not on the ability to turn a profit.

Why don't we sit on it for a day or two,
then take a vote on Thursday?

Hey, I'm sorry, Spence.

I've only been here two weeks, and
already we're competing on the same job.

Michael, we've been competing
since we were born.

Well, may the best man win.

And don't worry.
When I do, I'll keep you aboard.

Hey, don't be late this afternoon.
It is your party.

Come on up here.

Planning your next trip?

- Actually, my first.
- Well, how long have you had the boat?

Well, it was my father's.
I just moved in.

I get to live on it as long as I throw a
party for my brother every now and again.

- Spencer Deighton.
- Tricia Lange.

- I'm a friend of Carl Toman's.
- Oh, yeah.

- You're the scientist brother.
- The same. Yes, that's me, Spencer.

The younger, taller, better-looking
Deighton brother's out there.

I've already had the pleasure.

Spence, be careful what you say.
She's a reporter.

I'm not working at the moment.

Of course you are.
We all are.

You know,
it's the great legacy of the '90s.

Trish, here's an angle on a story for ya.
Look, two brothers.

Which one will follow in our rich
and brilliant father's footsteps, huh?

- The scientist or the businessman?
- I'm not here to do a story on anybody.

You know, the more interesting story
is which one of us will take after Mom.

Excuse me, will you?

Why do I get the feeling that thing
about your mother was a low blow?

Our mother's dead.
She had Huntington's chorea.

My father spent half his life
looking for the cure.

I'm sorry.

When she died I was already doing grad
work, but Michael was in high school.

He had a lot of problems,
so my dad sent him to boarding school.

And all he really remembers
of my father is- businessman.

I remember him as a guy
trying to save his wife.

- And by following in her footsteps?
- Huntington's is hereditary.

When it's passed by the mother,
the chances of developing symptoms...

by the age of 35
are just about 50-50.

I know about this.

- You suffer from tremors and-
- Yeah, loss of coordination.

Sometimes in bad cases, schizophrenia.
And then, ultimately-

- Well, there's a test for it.
- Yeah.

Michael had himself
checked last year.

He doesn't have it, thank God.

And what about you?
Did you get tested?

You didn't get tested?
Why not?

I don't know.
Why should I?

Well, if I knew I was dying...

I would want to do everything
I always wanted to do before I got sick.

Well, you should do that anyway.
You could get hit by a car tomorrow.

How long would you have
if you did have this disease, I mean?

The progress is actually very slow.
I'd have 10, 12 years.

Then... we have time for coffee?

Computer, record. 1530 hours.

Injected monkey 909 with four cc's of the
altered strain of retrovirus Deighton C.

He'll remain under observation
for the duration of the experiment.

We'll schedule dissection later just
to be optimistic. Computer, end record.

Okay. Okay. It's okay.

It's okay. There you go.

There you go.
Okay, now, be still, little fella.

Now, don't suffocate.

Okay.

All right.

Well, we'll hope for the best.
But if this new strain kills 909...

we'll need a full postmortem
and a complete blood workup.

Carl, the numbers look good so far.
Why don't you keep at it?

- I'll check back in a few hours.
- I'll do that right away.

Computer, "go" on
low-level decontamination.

Decontamination complete.

Security code, Deighton 2877.
Unlock the door.

- Voice not recognized.
- Computer!

Security code, Deighton 2877.

- Unlock the door.
- Voice not recognized.

I'm not letting you out of there
until you let me apologize.

Apology accepted.
Now unlock the door, Michael.

Sorry about that stuff
on the boat.

You know, ever since Dad died,
I haven't been myself.

Yes, you have.
You've always been a jerk.

Come on.
I said I acted like an ass.

You accepted my apology.
What else do you want from me?

A promise to spend a few million dollars
on my alternate research on Deighton C...

- if you become CEO...
- That again.

I think we're on the verge
of a breakthrough.

You know, I have a news flash for you,
big brother.

The name of the game is money.

Deighton C is only just paying the bills.

Your touchy-feely research
is a distraction.

So oppressing people is more profitable
than making them well?

I'm not saying that we shouldn't
try and find a cure for cancer.

I'm just saying we have
to look at the big picture...

which is servicing the customer...

which on Deighton C
just happens to be the government.

Listen, spending a little time
on my touchy-feely work...

will probably solve
our big delivery problem.

I'm not convinced.

Look, Michael, I'll tell you what.

I won't second-guess the money stuff,
and you don't pretend you're a scientist.

Deal?

Yeah.

- Carl?
- Morning, Spencer.

- Am I on the wrong schedule?
- Why?

Shouldn't you be doing
the postmortem on 909?

Well, I decided not to.

Why?

'Cause 909 isn't dead.
In fact, for a guy who had...

a full dose of Deighton C yesterday,
he looks pretty darn good.

You've got the wrong monkey.

He's not supposed to be alive. That strain
of Deighton C should have fried his lungs.

- Did you check the sample?
- Checked and rechecked.

I'm as amazed as you are.
I even gave him a shot of cyanide.

He shook it off.
He won't die, Spencer.

We've thrown everything
we've got at the little bastard-

Anthrax, Agent Orange,
today's special from the cafeteria.

Nothing fazes him.

We were trying to insert a gene
into the Deighton C agent...

that would encourage cells to regenerate
damaged tissue almost instantaneously.

Give that to me
in 25 words or less.

I think Deighton C
is a broad-spectrum cure...

a potential wonder drug.

How?

I'll show ya.

The problem we were having
with Deighton C...

was that the paralyzing agent
worked too well.

So we attached
a regenerator, like-

like sending a cure in
right with the disease.

But the cell regeneration
just kept going.

It makes the monkey
virtually indestructible.

We can't find any fatigue
or aging poisons.

There's no cell damage.

- Little guy could live for 200 years.
- Maybe more.

- That's impossible.
- That's what I thought.

But every test shows
that it works.

So what do we do?
How do we proceed?

Are you kidding? We start saving lives.
That's how we proceed.

Slow down, Spencer.

We've gotta talk to Bob Darrow
about this before we do anything else.

Lock this stuff up in case
we have to deactivate it.

Here you are.

You know,
Darrow is ready to see us.

Carl is storing
your wonder virus.

Hey. Earth to Spencer.

I was just thinkin' about Dad.

If only he'd lived
just a couple more months.

Yeah, you probably
could have saved him.

No, I got in the way.

Give yourself a break, Michael.

We're a team.

And because of this team...

those kids are never gonna suffer
from cancer or any other disease.

If we do this right, nobody in the world
will ever get sick again.

You really think that?

This is strain H, one of
Deighton C's deadlier cousins.

It kills within 10 to 20 seconds
by clotting blood in the lungs and brain.

It's the damnedest thing
I've ever seen.

Of course, we've still got all the testing
to do, not to mention the FDA thing.

But we should jump right on it- start
with the tests, publish the research.

What do you think, Michael?
You haven't said a word.

I agree with Spencer.
I think it's an amazing discovery.

I think he should get
the Nobel for it.

Except I don't think we can
tell anyone about it.

What are you talking about?

Just something you were saying outside
about the whole world getting Deighton C.

I mean, picture a world death rate
cut by a thousand percent.

You get a billion mouths to feed
within the next two years.

That's massive starvation.

And what would happen if it mutated
into the rodent population?

- Or even the insect world?
- You don't know that!

We've been given a gift here!
We can't just keep it hidden away!

We're not talking about hiding things.
Michael has a very interesting point.

It just amazes me
that we spend millions...

to develop these deadly viruses you
can't even work on outside of a suit...

and the minute we find something
that's actually gonna help people-

Look, I don't want to take chances
with a genetically altered retrovirus...

and I don't believe you do.

I also think our military research
has to come first.

Spencer, as a potential CEO
you should surely realize...

that your wonder drug will not be
certified if Metadyne is out of business.

All right.

I'll tell Carl to deactivate all the
samples till we're ready to start testing.

Your father always
admired Spencer's work.

He always thought that someday
he'd do something... truly wonderful.

Yeah. But he never thought of him
as much of a businessman, did he?

You okay?

It's just asthma.

But I'm ready for it-
courtesy of Metadyne Pharmaceuticals...

I might add.

Now, you said there was something
you wanted to talk to me about?

I do. But first I gotta
swear you to secrecy...

unless you've quit being a reporter
in the last 24 hours.

No, I haven't quit,
but I can be sworn to secrecy.

But I'm serious.
This has to stay strictly between us.

I promise you.
I won't use anything you tell me.

Okay.

- I think I've found a cure.
- To asthma?

To asthma, cancer...

to Al DS, maybe.

Anything involving damaged cells.

Come on. This is some kind
of scientist joke, right?

Little initiation thing?
Is there a flying saucer involved?

No. I'm absolutely, completely serious.

Well, what is it?
When did this happen?

I don't know.
Depends on how you look at it.

I mean, either this week
when Carl and I saw what we had...

or 10 years ago
when the project started.

Spencer, this is wonderful.

What the hell's happening?
Where the hell are you?

What's the matter?

Look, somebody systematically erased
all our records from the database.

Aren't you supposed to be
deactivating the Deighton C?

I'm tryin'to get to it.

- My password just failed.
- All right.

Breathe into a paper bag
or something.

- I'll be there in 20 minutes.
- What was that all about?

I don't know. Carl's having
some kind of a crisis over at the lab.

We'll do something tonight, huh?
Or tomorrow night, or both, okay?

I promise.

Okay.

I've been learning my way
around the control systems...

noticed that the lab was online...

and that Carl was still workin'
with samples of Deighton C.

Carl, I gave you
specific orders to deactivate.

I was going to.

It's a genetically altered retrovirus!
I can't have that loose in the lab.

The new strain of Deighton C
works just like the Al DS virus.

It can only be transmitted by blood.

But if it had gotten loose, it would
have set off the decontamination system.

- You'd have been vaporized!
- It doesn't matter.

All samples of Deighton C
have been destroyed.

What?

Michael, we agreed to deactivate it,
not to destroy it.

Yeah, and I was wrong to suggest it.
You were wrong to agree.

- Even that violates the FDA regs.
- But you saw what the virus can do!

Are you tellin' me
you agree with him?

You know, I wonder if the board members
would want a CEO...

who takes risks
with contamination.

All right, Carl. We're gonna start
again with approved protocols.

- You're lettin' him walk all over you!
- You risked the lab and the project.

Gentlemen, it goes without saying.

We don't need an outbreak
of this in the media.

They're harder to control
than viruses.

In other words, bury it.

We made the discovery of a lifesaving
miracle, and you're gonna bury it!

And so are you.

You tell anyone about this retrovirus,
and we'll deny its existence.

And you'll look like some kind of
nutcase talkin' about a cure-all drug.

Are you clear on that?

Crystal.

Pay no attention to the man
behind the curtain.

Very clever, Carl.

Evading the containment systems
by transporting it into your own body.

The world has a right to know,
Michael.

The virus coursing...

through your veins is the property
of Metadyne Pharmaceuticals.

Yeah, well, if you think
you can stop me...

you should know I've already
told someone on the outside.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Computer, unlock the door.

Security code, McKindrick 5775.

That code has been terminated.

Please restate authorized
security code.

McKindrick, damn it, 5775!

I meant to tell you, Carl.
You're fired.

- That code has been terminated.
- I'm what?

- So you can suppress the retrovirus?
- Suppress it? No.

Restrict it? Absolutely!

Only the people
who I want to have it...

will get it.

You think Spencer will
let you get away with that?

You know what?

I'm tired of living
in the brilliant Spencer's shadow.

He may be a genius
when it comes to science...

but he's an idiot when it comes
to everything else.

What are you gonna
do to me, Michael, huh?

You gonna kill me?

You never liked being here.
I mean, you liked the money.

I suppose it beats being
a high-school science teacher.

- Open the door!
- This is an outbreak alert.

- Foreign organism detected.
- You see, Carl?

That's why we have
a decontamination system.

How many retroviruses do you think
there are in one drop of blood?

Microwave decontamination procedure
will commence in 20 seconds.

Outbreak lab has been secured.

Come on.
Come on, Michael.

Even you aren't that twisted.
This is murder!

- All living tissue will be vaporized.
- All living tissue.

- Eight, seven...
- That includes you, buddy.

- Six, five, four...
- Unlock the door!

Three, two, one.

Come on! Open the door!

Metadyne will conduct
a thorough investigation.

In fact, I'll oversee it myself.

We have to find out
what it was that triggered...

the decontamination system.

My brother, he designed it.
It works automatically.

Well, there's also
a manual enabling system.

I hate to suggest this...

but you don't suppose Carl tried to
smuggle some Deighton C out of the lab.

I suppose it's possible,
but all the samples were destroyed.

I overlooked one- the monkey.

That's right.
It was in the blood.

He drew blood.

I guess so.

I'm sorry.
I know you trusted Carl.

Yeah.

- Okay, you know where I am.
- Okay.

This is the press release
I want to send out.

Why don't you tell me
what you think?

I don't care what it says,
as long as it doesn't mention the virus.

Why don't we check
the fax and phone logs?

I want to know if Carl contacted
anyone before the accident.

Fine, but why?

Carl Toman was convinced
because he wore that lab coat...

he was smarter than anyone else.

He would have done anything
to tell the world about Deighton C.

He might even have been
in touch with our competitors.

I'll have our people check it out.

Michael, are you all right?

Yeah. Fine.

All I know is I got a file modemed from my
source, and I haven't heard another word.

- So is he at home yet?
- No, he's not at home.

- He's not at work. He's nowhere.
- When are you getting there?

I figure I can be there by 9:00.

Trish, don't forget to bring
those files and tapes.

Of course I'm bringing
all the files and tapes with me.

- Is there a lot left?
- No.

I just have one more phone call to make,
and I'm on my way. All right, bye.

How the hell
did you get in here?

This data is the property of Metadyne.
It hasn't been released to the public!

Now, how exactly did you get it?

Could it be your Carl Toman
sent it to you?

I have a better question-
Where is Carl?

You know what the FDA would do to us
if this information went public?

- You don't mind if I take these?
- Get out.

You know, maybe you'd like to try
some of Spencer's research.

You bastard!
What'd you do to me?

You've always been a close
friend of the family-

like an uncle
to me and Spencer.

That's why I want to share
something with you.

Those are the retrovirus samples?

Yeah.

I thought you were
going to destroy them.

Let me let you in
on a family secret.

You know, years ago I decided
to act as if it was Spencer...

who inherited
the Huntington's gene.

Are you telling me
you have Huntington's?

The board would never let me up
the ladder if they knew I had it.

But the good news is,
it doesn't matter now.

- You took the drug.
- I had to. I couldn't wait anymore.

Look.

Bob, let's not waste time.

You supported me...

now I'm giving you the chance to double
your life span- maybe triple it.

Can you honestly look me in the eye
and tell me you don't want it?

I suppose if I was your age,
in your situation, I wouldn't think twice.

But I've lived a full life.
What would I be preserving?

My best friend, your father, is dead.
My wife is passed away.

What are the things that make us human?
The people we love, the struggles we face.

But they all fade away
after a while.

I'm not sure anyone
should live forever.

Okay.
Okay, you do as you please.

But just think about what
you're passing up here, huh?

People will do anything
at the chance of a longer life.

If we control Deighton C...

the three of us
control everything.

- Three?
- What kind of brother do you think I am?

My God.

Tricia, what happened?
Are you all right?

- Do you want to go to the hospital?
- No, no.

- What time is it?
- It's after 5:00.

Two hours.
I've been laying here for two hours.

Here, let me get you
to the couch.

- What are you doing here?
- I came to talk to you. What happened?

Michael was here.

He used Deighton C on me.

Wait a minute.
How do you know about Deighton C?

Carl told me about it.

You're writing a story
about Metadyne?

Spencer, I know what you're thinking,
but it wasn't like that.

I was working on the story
long before I met you.

Meeting you was-

It was just luck.

It was good luck. In fact,
it kind of screwed things up for me.

I mean, a good reporter should
never get involved with her subject.

I'm sorry.

There was some kind of an accident
at the laboratory last night.

No.

Carl's dead.

Somehow he set off
the decontamination system.

Or your brother set it off!

Come on, Tricia!

Michael's driven and he's ambitious,
but he's not a murderer.

He was here this afternoon.

He purged my computer files...

and then he sprayed
something in my face.

I don't believe it.

All right then.

After he sprayed me, I felt a tingling
sensation creep down my spine.

In a few seconds I couldn't walk.

I collapsed. I could barely breathe.
I could barely reach for my inhaler.

Because you thought
it was the asthma.

Corticosteroids block
the Deighton C in the bronchiole.

- We were even looking at that.
- Spencer, we need to go to the police.

No. I'm still not convinced
that Michael's a murderer.

Well, then think of your wonder drug.
Who's got the data?

That's right. I've got to get back
to the lab and make sure it's safe.

Well, you're not going
anywhere without me.

Come on.

Good, I'm in.
Now, what's this?

Somebody's renamed all the files...

and put them in a protected
area of the network server.

What happened
to this poor animal?

He's supposed to be full
of my wonder virus.

Oh, my God.

I got ya, little buddy.
It's all right. I got ya. There you go.

It's okay. I got you.
You're all right.

There.
I see what's happening.

It's not recurring.
It's accelerating.

But eventually, it still expends all
of its regenerational apparatus.

In English, please.

See, the virus introduces a gene
into every cell of the body.

We thought that gene
was giving the cells...

unlimited ability to
regenerate themselves.

But we were wrong.

What the gene was doing
was accelerating the regeneration process.

It was taking
all of the healing ability...

that the cell had stored up
for a lifetime...

and using it up
in just a few days.

So the monkey seemed immortal
for those few days?

And then the regenerative
potential ran out...

and it aged incredibly quickly.

What happened?

I don't know.

Michael, what are you doing?

Becoming the CEO
of the family business-

something you could never be.

- Still on the story?
- Sorry to disappoint you.

Michael, what's the good of taking over
a company if you have to destroy it...

if you have to kill people?

Too bad about Carl.

He brought it on himself.

Imagine what it could be like, Spence.
We could live forever-

amass fortunes,
control countries.

Time is power.

- You've taken Deighton C.
- Think of what you could achieve, Spence.

- Join me.
- No.

Well, then, I'm sorry.

To hell with you.

This is an outbreak alert.

Foreign organism detected.

Security codes are locked out.

Michael, we're brothers!

Microwave decontamination procedure...

will commence in 30 seconds.

All living tissue will be vaporized.

- This is an outbreak alert.
- Do something!

Ventilation system sealed.

Outdoor system sealed.

Microwave decontamination
procedure will commence in 10...

- nine, eight, seven-
- Whatever you're doing, do it faster.

- Six, five, four, three-
- Come on. Come on!

Two, one.

I'll try my dad's name.

Decontamination sequence aborted.

Returning to standby.

- You've taken it already, haven't you?
- Wait till you feel the power.

Michael, you're sick.
This isn't you.

Yes, it is. I've won.

But I'm cured.

Your research cured me.

But I don't understand.
You told me.

I'm sorry.

Can you hear me?

The monkey didn't go so fast.

Why am I?

It's the Huntington's.

The Deighton C burned off
all your regenerative capacity.

Now all your body
can do is degenerate.

Please...

kill me.

I can't do that.

I have to do everything I can.

There is an old proverb that says...

"Be careful what you wish for,
for it might come true."

And if your wish
is for immortality...

it is something
you will have to live with...

for a very long time.