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Can I help you, sir?

Thank you.

What's wrong with you, sir?

Sir, please,
roll up your sleeve.

Doctor! Doctor!

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

Is he from the west, the Congo?

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.

His skin is loose.
Doctor?

He's choking.
He needs a breathing tube.

Get me a breathing tube!

Something is in the way.

♪ Merry Christmas baby ♪

♪ Sure did treat me nice ♪

Ooh.

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.

Ooh. Damn it.

Oh, Nancy.

Honey.
Let me see. Uh-huh.

It's fine, it's fine.
Thank you.

Thought I could trust
you with a sharp blade.

Apparently not in the kitchen.

Hmm.
I'll get it.

We could have come to him.

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.

I'm just gonna
go get some Pepsi.

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.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You okay?

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.

Oh, here you go, honey.

This looks just delicious.

Mmm.
It really does.

Let's hope it
tastes as good as it looks.

- A glorious feast.
- Thank you.

All right, you
two, that's enough.

...beautiful,
sweetheart.

Who is hungry?

- Ow.
- Enough.

Okay, everybody's got wine?

You're gonna
want more than that.

Dear Lord...

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.

In thy name we pray, amen.

Amen.

Dig in.

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.

Morning, ma'am.

Have a good day...

Morning...

- Hey.
- Morning.

Ah, what do we have here?

They really skimped out
on the gift-wrapping.

Who would drop a package
off looking like that?

Hazleton.

Those research monkey guys?

Yep. Well,
hello, Monkey O53.

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...

uh, a blood clot, I think.

Engorged from...

I'm guessing from
subcutaneous hemorrhaging.

What would cause that?

The virus, a powerful one.

And, if this is a primate,
it's probably SHF.

Uh, sorry.
Peter's the virus guy.

Simian Hemorrhagic Fever.

Highly contagious.

Where ever 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 spillover 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 pepper corn
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 a...

kind of like a Level 3?

Not really 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.

This is what I'm saying.

SHF doesn't
kill cells like this.

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

User error.

What?

Look, I told Hazleton to send us samples
if they saw characteristics of SHF.

My guess?
Your first hunch was right.

Some random bacteria invaded the culture
where you're prepping the flasks.

No judgment.

No.

Happens to the best of us.

And what if there
is something else in there?

Nancy, if I zip myself up into one of those
body bags and went down in 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 Ph.D.

Was 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 for everything.

Even you admitting you're wrong.

I 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 to find out what kind of crap

actually got in there.

Okay.

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 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.

All old messages deleted.

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 Level 4 laboratory.

Which one of
you is Captain Orman?

These deadly hot agents would
be difficult to contain if they were

unleashed in an
urban environment.

For the death rate...

- M.D.?
- Ranger.

I'm looking for
a science background.

Bachelors emphasis on pathology.

And you're cleared for
Level 4 training tomorrow?

Mm-hmm. That's me.

You're going in tonight.

Didn't expect such a charming
escort to take me to Colonel Jaax.

I am Colonel Jaax.

S...

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 any
more eyelashes left, ma'am?

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.

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

Unfortunately, the cultures
for O53 got botched,

but if we're looking at a
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.

I mean, 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 O53's cell.

Jahrling, this isn't
gonna get out of hand, is it?

Mays here.

I'm glad it's you who picked up.

Oh, yeah. Hey, Walt.

So, what's going on in TLH?

That's what I'm calling about.

I just heard from
the guy at USAMRIID.

It looks like SHF.

Simian Fever?

Yep.

Damn.

Pretty nasty stuff.

I'm hoping we don't
lose any more.

So, what kind of
precautions you want to take?

That's one hell of a blade.

It's a diamond.
It 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.

There we go.

There it is.

Ugh, my ears are bleeding.

Do not even think about starting
up with that Milli Vanilli crap.

You know, my ex-wife never made me
wear one of these cummerbund thingies.

Did you have to wear one
of these at your wedding?

Last chance, man.

You're 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 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 in hospitals,
hot tubs, it's...

under everyone's fingernails.

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

You're talking about
a million to one odds.

Look, man, I...

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

I mean, look, she's smart as a whip, but her
mentor is like a pathogen-chasing wackjob.

This guy went off the deep end.

Kind of always looking
for the big one.

I mean, it's not her fault.

No clothes, no
jewelry of any kind.

Nothing but yourself.

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.

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.

Viruses fall part
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.

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 cufflink.

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 can 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.

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're ready?
Disconnect.

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

Hand me the acetone.

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?

A 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
anti-sera 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 it.

What?

It's the easiest way to determine if it's
pseudomonas, if it smells like grape juice.

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.

Romeo, Bravo, Lima, Fort.

Code Three.
Medical tear, lock two.

Ma'am, are you all right?

Whatever it
is, it didn't get me.

Just check the glove.

We have a laceration.

The cut was
there before, but I...

I'm observing
blood in the powder.

What the hell were you thinking?

Sir, we have a
duty to warn Hazleton.

Why'd you go
in there with a cut?

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 is 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 contaminates?

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've already told
Hazleton that it's Simian Fever.

What, you really think Coco 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 is 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 would 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 both
know, if this was Ebola,

there'd be a trail of
dead bodies already.

All right?

If I learned anything from thing
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.

Jaax, until this accident
investigation is concluded,

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

Jahrling will take it from here.

I'm sorry, Jerry.

How are 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 test.

Okay. Thanks.

, where's Ben?

He's half way
to Shenandoah by now.

Damn it.
I wanted 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.

Night.

Wait. Uh.

All clear.

You know better, Nance.

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 that.

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...

And I do it because
it is my responsibility.

It's my duty.

What about your
duty to Jaime 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.

Not now.

I need to find another
monkey to sample.

Okay?

Just be extra
careful, all right?

I will.

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 them 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 O53,
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
the 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've got them right here.

Oh, my God.
What did you do?

Uh, 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 you just
put them in garbage bags?

These 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've
got to bring them to my lab.

Wha... Lady, I
can't go in that base.

I, I can't, I've 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 bag
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?

Yes.

Okay.

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.

Carter, its
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.

The monster's on our doorstep.

Ebola Zaire.
20 miles from the capitol.

There's no cure.
No vaccine.

What did he say?

He said the forest is bleeding.

It's spread.
We didn't catch it in time.

- I got exposed.
- You brought it back here?

Lives are on the line here.

Stop!

I don't think you understand
what we're really dealing with.

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