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Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Fill me up.

Explain something to me.

You've been drinking all night, and yet you're not drunk.

Life's great, isn't it?

You realize, of course, you haven't paid a penny of your tab yet.

How much is my tab exactly?

112 bucks, exactly.

Including tips, of course.

I'm really going to town.

You can't pay it, can you?

It seems like you got yourselves a bit of a predicament here.

I've been in worse predicaments than this.

Maybe you and me could work something out.

I wonder how many times I've heard that line.

Really?

This is where I stay.

So, what exactly do you have in mind?

Geez, next time remind me to run up a bigger tab.

Excuse me?

What do you expect when you rush right into the main event?

I thought you women liked all that kissing stuff.

Not me. You can keep your kisses.

Life's too short.

Oh, come on, baby.

After what you just did.

You could damn well give me a little kiss, no? Oh, okay, relax.

You want a kiss?

You can have a kiss.

See, that's more like it.

You're going to come back tomorrow.

I might.

But you won't.

I won't.

What the hell does that mean?

Two months later, I died.

I went to hell.

113 of the most vile creatures escaped.

They think they'll beat the devil. Nobody beats me.

How am I supposed to send them back?

The eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Destroy the eyes and the dab. Get a one -way ticket back to hell.

But it's not hell you should be scared of.

It's losing your second chance right on Earth. Time to give the dentist due.

Four out of five dentists surveyed agree tooth decay is no longer a problem.

Once you're dead, you're up early.

You know, before pesky old modern dental science butted in, Plain, ordinary gum

disease wiped out millions.

Now we've had some progress. We've got enlarged prostates, diabetes, clogged

arteries, not to mention the big C.

So many ways to die.

Hard to pick a favorite.

Really enjoying this, aren't you? Is this fun?

All right, all right. Look down here now. Look.

Gonorrhea.

Gonorrhea.

Gonorrhea.

It's such a romantic sounding word for such a painful malady, isn't it? And oh,

look, Mr. Colitis. And oh, look at little Miss Chronic Hiccups. I gotta get

on this stuff.

These microbes never cease to amaze me. An orgy of pain and suffering in such a

little tiny package.

You really have to give that old bitch Mother Nature a lot of credit.

Mother Nature? What the hell's she got to do with this?

Human suffering is your domain, isn't it? Moi?

Please, Ezekiel. My job is not to decide who lives and dies.

My business is with the soul. And I have never damned a soul who didn't

thoroughly deserve it.

Mother Nature.

It's a completely different story. She kills indiscriminately, good and evil

alike.

Why? Because she gets all the good press.

I'll never know.

Zero point, Douglas.

What a grouch. You could use a night out.

Don't dance.

What happened here?

I just told Detective Coletta. It's okay. I'm, uh... I know. I'm sorry. Do

mind explaining to him?

I just... I don't know what happened.

I mean, I just saw Nick a half hour before.

No symptoms?

Nick was the healthiest guy I ever knew.

He wasn't at work. He was at the gym. Never even touched the stock.

He was always drinking wheat germ shakes and carrot juice.

Not one thick day in ten years.

is this thing contagious i hope not we go i need residue samples asap

Pretty grisly, huh, Detective?

Yeah.

I've seen stomachs eaten away by turpentine.

Bloated bodies that floated in the Pacific for six months.

Never anything like this.

So what are you thinking, poison?

I hope so.

I'd hate to think there's a disease out there that could do that to someone.

We should have the preliminary results of the blood test back in a couple

If the bad times run away,

you'll have no more will to fight.

If you ask me, making it legal kind of takes half the fun out of it.

Yeah, making one legal.

Hooch, honey.

What's that?

Private supply. Make my own.

Make your own?

Mm -hmm.

My flask is always full.

Every morning a new batch.

That's cool.

Can I have a taste?

Only lips that touch this are mine.

Trust me, you couldn't handle this stuff.

Oh, might put a little hair on my chest?

Might put a little hair on your tongue.

So, uh, what do you do when you're not brewing your booze here in your bathtub,

huh? Hmm, well...

I like to kick my heels up every now and then.

Little party girl, huh?

Well, I'm kind of making up for lost time.

You sound kind of dangerous there.

Oh, come on. Do I look dangerous to you?

I don't know. What's your name?

Sally Ann.

Sally Ann.

Does it sound dangerous?

Excuse me, lovebirds.

Hey, do you know where the head's at?

No, dude.

Damn!

I've never seen you before, baby.

Why don't you get rid of this loser and let's you and me go find a dark corner

somewhere. As soon as I find the pissoir.

Pissoir off.

Damn.

Do you dance?

Hey, watch it!

You watch out, baby.

You're a jerk!

Um, no, not really.

That's too bad.

But hey, I can learn.

You know, if I got a teacher who's smart and pretty enough.

See? Now that's the spirit.

Hey,

real nice dress, honey.

Yeah, you look sweet.

Where's the beer at, man?

Hey.

You again.

You know, you get better looking each time I bump into you, baby. Dude, back

off. Hey, I'm busy, man. Leave a message. No, no, no, look.

Back off.

Get off!

Idiot.

Come on, Lily.

Let's blow this pop shop.

Come on.

Mmm. Mmm.

Thank you.

If that's quarantine, you can't go in there. Tell the lab I want the results

stat. You got it.

What the hell are you doing, detective?

Walking into a room.

What do you got here?

Are you going to kill yourself?

Can you give me a hand here? Hang on a second.

So how many new cases?

This isn't a criminal matter, detective.

Something's going on.

People get sick every day.

People die. Yeah, from a disease you've never seen before?

Uh -huh.

So you think some person is responsible for these deaths?

Could be.

Can't be.

They'd be dead.

Not necessarily.

So you think there's a carrier?

Someone who has the bacillus but doesn't manifest the symptoms?

Yeah.

Okay, let's say for argument's sake there is a human host, and the disease

transmitted by bodily fluid.

It would require an incubation period of days, if not weeks.

We're talking maybe minutes here.

Couldn't something accelerate the incubation process?

Yeah.

In a very hospitable environment.

Like heat.

Yeah. Africa. Tropical rainforest.

Look, detective.

Wherever the hell it's from, if it has mutated, we've got a time bomb here. And

we don't know how to stop it. Excuse me.

Dr. Geiser. This is Christina Pearson.

She threw the party last night.

Oh, my God, look at this place.

My parents are going to kill me.

Christina, we're going to have to run some blood tests and get a list of all

people you know who were at the party last night.

What happened to them?

It's too early to tell.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me if anything strange happened last night?

The only thing that sticks out is that there was some obnoxious drunk stumbling

around. He got into a scuffle with another guy.

You know his name?

I think the drunk was some idiot named Chip, and the other guy was named Wolfie

something. I don't know him very well. Wolfie?

You know where I can find him?

I don't know where he lives, but I think I know where he works.

Can

I

help you?

Looking for a guy named Wolfie.

I'm still looking to find him here.

Well, that depends on who's looking.

I suppose I was to say I was from Publisher's Clearing House, and Wolfie

won $10 million, but we have an old address on him.

No kidding.

$10 million.

Right on.

Well, he does work here, but he hasn't been in all afternoon.

When did you expect him? He got me. He called me this morning and said he

up with some babe and he didn't know when he was going to be in.

This is his lucky day.

So you got an address on him?

I don't know, you know.

He's my boss.

I could get fired.

It's just one of those things, you know.

I guess for $10 million I can give you his address.

Go.

Yes. Sorry to bother you. What do you want?

I'd like to speak with Wolfie.

Is he home?

No.

By no means is he home.

Are you okay?

You don't look so bad.

What do you want with Wolfie anyway?

I'm a police officer.

I need to talk to him about last night's party.

Do you want to come in?

Sure.

This is his house, isn't it?

So where'd he go?

Oh, you know how it is.

It could be one place or it could be another.

You expect him back?

Oh, he's not coming back. You can bet your boots on that, officer.

What's your name?

Sally M. McGee.

So what happened?

What did Wolfie do?

Oh, Wolfie.

I really liked Wolfie.

He treated me with a lot of respect.

Not like these other jerks.

Do you want something to drink?

No, thank you.

What I want is for you to tell me about Wolfie.

Did he do something?

Did he hurt somebody?

Wolfie didn't hurt anybody.

He was a stand -up guy.

Only problem was that he just couldn't take no for an answer.

What do you mean?

I told him that we could do it all.

Anything. Everything.

Really knock each other's socks off.

Everything except smooch.

And that's not really so important, is it?

But he just snuck up behind me and planted this big, wet, sloppy one right

kisser.

Poor sap.

What do you think you're gonna do?

I'm gonna send you back to hell.

Sorry.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Nobody ever lets me have any fun.

All I wanted was a few laughs, you know? Dance a little, drink a little.

It's not my fault everybody kept kicking the bucket.

A little kiss for you before you send me back Now I'm going to give

the whole city a kiss

It's a fissure accident.

I'm fine.

Mine might have.

Look at you. You don't catch pneumonia.

I can catch pneumonia.

You want to bet?

Now, first we got to get you out of these wet clothes.

And then you got to take something. I got a whole drawer full of homeopathic

remedies back there. We got echinacea. We got dried fruit leaves.

Seaweed pills.

I keep killing bags.

I can't get sick.

What are you, Superman?

It's impossible.

Oh, okay.

Watch out, Caped Crusader.

Caped Crusader is Batman.

Superman is the man of steel.

Well, Stone, I can't say the idea of getting you in the bed has never crossed

mind, but somehow I thought we'd have music.

All right.

There you go.

Let's get this off.

Okay, okay, okay.

Damn, Stone.

I got my ex -boyfriend's name tattooed on my butt and I couldn't sit down for a

week.

Gee, I broke up with him.

Lay down.

Okay?

Stay there.

I'm gonna go call the ambulance.

Even for a dead man, you don't look so good.

What's happening to me?

Damned if I know.

And damned if I don't.

But 80 years in hell seem to have made Miss Sally Ann McGee's little germs even

more lethal.

Then I'm dead.

How can I be sick?

Well, one damn soul can inflict pain on another, so obviously

they can also transmit disease.

Or so it appears.

Or so it appears.

You're supposed to know all about this crap.

Why are you wearing the mask?

What are you doing?

What do you mean, what am I doing?

You're backing away. I'm not backing away.

Yes, you are. No.

What are you afraid of? You're the devil.

I am taking prudent precaution.

You got sick and you're dead.

How do I make it stop?

How can I get better?

I don't know.

Try deep -sixing Sally Ann successfully this time. That might work.

Then again, maybe not.

Ezekiel, listen to me.

If your illness prevents you from doing your job, everything we have come to

mean to each other will be finished.

I love you, too. You just might find yourself another damned soul on the IRT,

the one headed straight back to hell this time.

So tell me about Sally Ann.

Oh, no.

Even in your present pathetic state, I'm not going to do your job for you.

and wait for the paramedics, all right?

Listen, there's some advisory about some bug going around, and you might have

it. I don't need paramedics.

Get away from him!

Hey,

what the hell are you... Get him quarantined and tested immediately.

Wait!

That's my friend!

I can't get a pulse.

His heart stopped.

One, two, three, four, five.

Still nothing.

One, two, three, four, five.

I still can't get a pulse and there's no vital signs.

What is going on?

I'm going to stop her.

You're not going anyplace.

get drunk.

All I wanted was to have a good time.

Like other people. Like normal people.

What have you been into, lady?

What I was into was Wolfie.

Wolfie your boyfriend?

Didn't you hear the lady, Ed?

Ex -boyfriend.

Now he's down and out.

Right?

Freeze, Bruno.

I want to buy you a drink.

Let me just finish the one I've got first.

I wish I was like you.

Three sheets to the wind, four sheets to the wind, five sheets to the wind.

So what's a big, strong man like you do for a living anyway?

I work for the city.

Water and power.

Stake pumping station.

If it wasn't for us guys, this whole town would die of thirst.

Then there wouldn't be anybody left to stop me from having fun.

Who's stopping you?

You're right.

Hey, you know what this place needs? Some jazz.

That thing over there hasn't worked in years.

Well, what do you know?

Every morning, every evening, ain't we got fun?

Not much money. The most we can determine at present is the disease

be a form of paratyphoid fever derived from the bacteria Salmonella typhi.

Hey!

Come on, sissy pants. It's just starting to enjoy the evening.

I've had enough.

Tough guy, huh?

All right.

Teach you a lesson.

Look at that, pal.

On three. You ready?

One. Two.

You are no fun at all.

Look.

I don't want any trouble, lady, okay?

We are working diligently, and we are close to finding a cure for this

I don't want to be overly optimistic right now, but no one should panic.

We are going to beat this thing. The most we can determine at present...

There's nothing to change.

Is

this

where I get the cure?

Excuse me, ma 'am.

I want to take the cure.

I'm sorry, what are you talking about? The cure for the disease. I saw you on

talking about it.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Of course.

We just need to run some tests. If you'll just follow me.

Listen,

I don't need any tests. I just want to take the cure.

No, we just need to keep you isolated.

No, you're not isolated. Please, if you'll just... No!

You are not doing that to me again.

You are not going to shut me away again.

I want the cure.

sip of that.

My mouth is a little dry.

Please don't touch me.

What are

you doing here?

Nice to see you too.

This isn't funny.

You're a danger to yourself, not to mention everyone else.

That might be true.

But I need some information.

And since you're the only communicable disease specialist that

I know,

Maybe you could help.

Have you ever heard of a woman named

Sally Ann McGee?

Sure.

It's required reading in my field.

Sally Ann was a typhoid carrier in the 1920s, before medical science knew how

deal with it.

It was a real sad case.

Why would you want to know about Sally Ann McGee?

There must have been some treatment for it.

No.

Back then, people like her were locked away, separated from all human contact.

Sally Ann was taken into custody at a young age.

Barely 19, I think.

After three years in solitary, she escaped.

Half mad from the confinement.

While she was on the loose, she supposedly worked as a dancer in a bar

the East Coast.

They say she was beautiful.

They're right.

Sally Ann was responsible for over 200 deaths.

50 of them in one shot when she got drunk one night and vomited in the

Reservoir.

Infected the water supply.

Started an epidemic through central Ohio.

Did it on purpose.

How would I know that?

Geyser.

When?

Where?

Okay, got it.

I'll meet you there.

Hopefully.

Victor. Number five.

Why the hell would I tell you?

Because if you don't, I'm gonna give you a big sloppy kiss.

Edward Gwakowski.

I talked to you guys already.

You gotta talk some more.

Look, just leave me alone, okay? I'm totally screwed.

Those guys in spacesuits shut the place down.

I'm gonna go broke here.

I'm looking for a woman.

Who isn't?

She was at your bar earlier.

Yeah, there was a nut.

She broke Frankie's wrist.

And that's when he starts getting sick all over the scene. Tell me about

Frankie.

One of the regular crew from the plant.

That's a shame.

Water and power. The local pumping station.

I used to work there myself until I retired and I...

Just tell me where I can find it.

I'm glad I found you, Sandoval. You're a real sport.

Sandoval. Sandoval.

So, what do you do here anyway, Sandy?

Me?

I'm the water man.

There's a problem, I fix it.

Where I come from, the water can kill you.

What are you talking about?

When I was younger, I got sick from the water.

But I got well again like I am now.

Sounds like some third world disease or something.

Salmonella typhi.

Say, that's how I got my name.

Used to be just Annie McGee. Then they started calling me Sally Ann.

Sal for Salmonella.

Kids can be mean.

It wasn't just the kids.

It was the doctors and nurses.

They said the typhoid was inside of me.

They locked me up when I was only 18 years old.

They should have given you antibiotics or something.

They didn't have that back then.

Hey, will you dance with me?

So you said they locked you up?

That's tough.

You're telling me, brother.

They put me in this cold, old hospital.

Used to shove my food through a slot in the door.

There's no dancing, no music, no nothing.

What's the point of living if you can't have a little fun?

I just couldn't take it anymore.

Well, what happened?

I killed myself.

You see, that's when I was young and confused.

Now I've got a better approach.

I'm going to kill everyone else instead.

Oh, people like us.

For people like us

It's too late.

I already dumped the water.

It wasn't fair.

They just locked me up.

And I never committed a crime.

I did nothing wrong.

People...

People got sick.

You could have stopped them.

They deserved it.

Looking at me like they did.

For something that wasn't even my fault.

This isn't about you.

You are one lousy shot.

Why don't you just die already?

the roaring twenties.

Anything else? A healthy slice of angel food cake, please.

How come I feel so much better all of a

sudden? I have come to the conclusion There's no way a dead man can be

with a living disease.

Thank you. You're welcome.

What do you mean?

When Sally Ann got sucked back to hell, the disease reverted to

its normal, unhellish state.

So, Ezekiel, how did it feel to be a pariah shunned and hated?

By your fellow man.

You know, it kind of reminded me of you.

Run out of heaven on a rail.

I bet it still hurts, doesn't it?