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As far as I can see, these guys are completely legit, Danny.
The bank has checked them out, they're just as convinced as I am,
and they're willing to go all the way with us.
The idea of a franchised operation for plastic surgery resorts is a natural.
It's one of those magnificent, inevitable ideas.
Banks are always quick to say that when everything's rolling easy.
But you take it from me, the first signs of heat from the Medical Association,
or the first cries of professional outrage,
the bank'll call back its note and leave us hanging by our thumbs.
It's not the financing that's bothering you, Dan.
Your voice has that edge to it.
I've never denied it.
I just sure as hell don't want to become the Colonel Sanders of plastic surgery.
Why not? Sounds great to me.
We passed it.
We didn't pass it. I remember that farm.
We passed it. That farm is past concession road 12.
We were supposed to turn on concession road 11.
I don't remember that farm, Dad.
We didn't pass it. I very distinctly remember that farm.
If you would just stop this vehicle long enough to look at this map,
- I will show you beyond a shadow of a... - All right!
You are both right and I'm all wrong.
We'll turn around and go all the way back.
Damn thing.
Shoulda never sold the station wagon.
- Christ, Bob. - Hm? Oh, Christ!
Lloyd! Lloyd, my God!
I just saw a motorcycle explode in that field.
My God, I think there's someone trapped under it.
I'd better tell the boys inside.
Is Dr Keloid there? It's urgent.
Yeah, what is it, Steve?
There's been a motorcycle accident on the highway.
Should I take the ambulance and go get 'em?
- Yeah, sure. - What am I supposed to do?
Go back to three of the largest investment groups in North America...
- Steve? Are you still there? - Yeah.
Well, hang on, I'm coming with you. I'll meet you out front.
Oh, now, Dan. We have a lot of important decisions to make.
Well, you and Murray work it out between you, hon.
Just make the pill easy for me to swallow.
Well, don't look at me. You married him.
Bob, get back!
Bob! Be careful, Bob!
Get him back! Hold him back there!
Get the flasher on and let's go.
One of them's under the bike. There's another one over there.
Oh, my God.
How's her bleeding?
Heavy.
The man's got a broken hand, separated shoulder, concussion.
We can send him to the General.
But it's definitely major surgery for her, and right now.
I know we're not, but we've got no choice.
- How's her blood pressure? - Steady.
I'd say she's got a half an hour to live,
and it's three hours to the nearest serious hospital.
Look, it's us or nobody.
Oh.
It must be bad.
Come on, come on. Go, go.
Oh, my God.
Get in. Get it up.
Come on, move it. We don't want to lose her.
The guy in the van, he's got a concussion, separated shoulder, broken hand.
Maybe some Demerol if he becomes lucid.
OK, Dr Keloid.
OK, boys. Let's take her right into pre-op.
- Has Dr Karl set her up for the works? - We're ready to go, doctor.
What's that all about?
Somebody said something about an accident.
You'd think they could cover it with a sheet or something.
- I don't buy it, Dan. - You haven't seen her.
I don't have to see her.
Neutral field grafts have never been used internally.
We could end up with a terminal cancer patient on our hands.
Aw, come on. We can monitor, Roxy.
She's got nothing to lose. Literally.
So, listen, when do I get to see Rose?
Not for a while.
Why not?
Oh, jeez.
I didn't kill her, did I?
She's not dead.
Now, I know everyone here is familiar with standard techniques of skin grafting.
But what we're going to do is a little out of the ordinary.
I'll explain as we go along.
We're removing full thickness thigh material from the patient's thighs,
as per normal graft acquisition procedure.
However, before applying the grafts to the damaged areas
of the patient's breasts, abdomen and so on,
we're going to treat them so that they become morphogenetically neutral.
They will then be called neutral field grafts.
Well, when the thigh skin tissue is treated,
it'll lose its specificity as both thigh tissue and skin tissue.
For example, if it were grafted to a burned cheek,
it wouldn't just be thigh skin, with the colour and texture of thigh skin,
it would actually develop as facial tissue.
In other words, neutral field tissue
has the same ability to form any part of the human body
that the tissue of a human embryo has.
Let me add that there is always a possibility
that carcinomas will form when neutral field grafts are used internally.
In this case, we're using a radical plastic surgery technique
to compensate for the lack of heavy medical hardware.
Can we treat graft material here, Dr Keloid?
No, Dr Karl,
the grafts will be frozen and sent to the Sperling Institute.
We'll have to keep the patient in an operation-ready state
until they come back to us.
Now, I know this will be trying for all of us, but it can't be helped.
Her body is still in a state of total shock.
We still can't move her to a city hospital yet.
But her grafts are doing well.
We've been monitoring the internal grafts electronically,
and there's a definite sign of new tissue growth happening in the abdominal cavity.
Her helmet probably saved her from severe brain damage,
but until she's fully conscious...
- You won't know that either. - Well, Hart, what can I tell you?
There is no magic. I have done my best.
Now, you're welcome to come and visit Rose any time you want.
Please believe me, I will personally telephone you
the instant Rose shows the first signs of regaining consciousness.
Jeez, when I saw them bring you in,
I never thought I'd be standing here talking to you a month later.
- How's your hand? - Ah, it's OK, thanks. I think.
They're going to take the support off later on this afternoon at the General,
so that's when I'll find out.
But the pin stays in my shoulder another month.
Doesn't seem to bother me though, except when it gets damp.
Yeah. Last time I got my ears done, I could really feel it when the weather changed.
It's probably something you're just going to have to live with.
Yeah, I guess so.
- Hi, Lloyd. - Hi.
- How you doing? - Oh, not too bad.
- You're in for phase two, huh? - Yeah, a little eye tuck this time.
- Looks terrific. - Good.
Let's go. I've got a pack of hungry investors waiting for me.
- We'll see you. - OK, bye-bye.
Ah.
I hope you've got somebody there to help you unload that junk.
I've got a bad back, you know.
What are you going to do with that? Use it as an ashtray?
Rosie.
Rosie, sweetie, take it easy.
You need that juice, sweetie. It's keeping you alive.
- That's a girl. - What are you doing?
- Are we... are we... - I'm not Hart, Rosie.
Hart's back in Montreal waiting for you. I'm Lloyd. I'm a friend of yours.
- Hart? - Hart's back in Montreal waiting for you.
Oh.
I guess... I guess I was dreaming.
I don't think you were just dreaming.
You and Hart were in a really spectacular motorcycle crash.
- Crash? - Yes. You're bleeding right now.
- I'd better get Dr Keloid. - Oh, no, no, no, don't go.
I'm all right, really.
I'm freezing cold! Oh, you're so warm.
- Look, I'd better... - Oh, hold me.
Please. Oh!
I'm dying of cold.
Oh, God, that feels so...
Ah, look, you don't even know where you are, do you?
Oh, God.
Ah, look, this is really weird. Ah, are you sure you know what you're...
Aah!
Ah, I think... I think I cut myself or something.
- Aah! - Ah! Hah! Oh!
Is that a knife or something in there?
Yes?
Who is it?
God, help me!
Help me. Aah!
For heaven's sake, what happened to you?
I don't know. I can't remember anything.
Were you sleepwalking?
Could you have fallen against something outside
and come in without waking up?
I doubt it. It never happened to me before.
Get me some stuffing. One or two sponges as well.
This wound isn't clotting at all.
I think we're going to have to give him some coagulants to get a scab to form.
Right away, doctor.
Does that hurt?
I can't feel a thing.
You can't?
My whole right side has no feeling in it.
Just this aching kind of tingling.
- Dr Keloid. - Mm?
- Maxim would like to see you. - Well, right now?
He said it was important. He's waiting in the hall.
OK. Listen.
I think our friend here may have suffered a stroke.
Now, the General's the best place for him. But before you plug him up,
I want you to draw ten ccs of blood directly from the wound for tests.
Then Steve can drive him into the city in the ambulance.
Make sure he takes along a lot of plasma,
and forget the coagulants until the General has a chance to do an ECG on him.
Will do, doctor.
- Yes, Maxim, what's up? - You told me to check around the grounds
to see if I could find out how Mr Walsh was hurt.
But I could find nothing outside, no blood, nothing.
Then Nurse Rita called.
Watch what you touch, doctor.
The police may want to examine the room exactly the way we found it.
Why the police?
Well, that Mr Walsh fellow tried to molest her while she was still in a coma.
I've seen things like that happen before.
Maybe he was drunk.
The grafts are healing amazingly well.
Judy Glasberg, you back again?
Daddy didn't think the new nose was different enough,
so I'm back for more alterations.
I keep on saying to him it looks exactly like his,
and he keeps on saying "That's why I want you to change it."
What's this?
I'm terrified to find out what it really means.
All right, you hold it right there.
Ah!
Well, what have we got there?
Hello, sweet honey pie.
What are you drinking?
You come in to get out of the cold?
I got something you can drink off of, and it ain't no whisky neither.
Honey pie.
Oh, you've got blood on your mouth.
Yeah. You like me, huh?
I can tell you do. Aah!
♪ What a turn on
♪ What a turn on
♪ When you call my name
♪ We make love
♪ In the darkness
♪ Every night
♪ And you whisper
♪ That I feel like a flower
♪ Cos I'm oh, so smooth
♪ Being with you fills my life
♪ Night time kisses, lover
♪ Every time that we're close
♪ Our loving gets better ♪ Better and better
♪ Yeah ♪ Better, better, better and better ♪
Come on.
Hurry.
♪ Oh, honey
♪ It feels so good ♪
Hey, Lloyd, where you going? You can't leave yet.
They don't even know why you're bleeding all over the place.
Ah, it's slowed down to a trickle. No problem.
No problem, huh? How's the arm?
It's fine.
All right. If the night nurse comes around, I'll tell her you're in the can, eh?
- How's that? - Terrific. Take care of yourself.
Yeah. You too.
Take me to Camelford. I'll tell you where to go from there.
Oh!
I thought everyone was asleep.
Do you mind if I get in with you?
I've been lying in bed for so long.
My body aches all over.
I'm so glad I ran into you.
Uh, well, I think I'd better be getting out, now. I'm getting all wrinkly.
Oh, no. Not yet. You haven't even told me your name.
Judy Glasberg.
So I says to the guy he shouldn't let his wife push him around like that.
Mister, you OK? You look a bit sick.
Want me to pull over to the side of the road?
- Hello? - Oh, Hart.
Listen, I'm in terrible trouble.
You gotta help me.
Rose. Is that really you?
Where are you? Are you all right?
Hart... Hart, can you hear me?
Yes, I can hear you.
Listen, you gotta come quick, you gotta come quick and get me.
- Rose. - Rose?
Tell me what's wrong.
- You all right, dear? - Rose, what's wrong?
Come on.
What the hell was the number of that place, anyhow?
Doctor, I think you'd better come with me.
I think, uh... I'd like to talk to her alone first.
OK.
Rose, I'm Dr Keloid.
Dan Keloid.
I'm here to help you, sweetheart.
Oh...
There, there. It's all right.
Rose, I promise you we won't talk about anything except how you're feeling, OK?
Good. First thing I want to do is check out the skin grafts we did for you.
Oh, no.
Well, what's the matter, Rose? Are you in pain?
Talk to me. It's the only way I have of understand what's bothering you.
I'm hideous, doctor. I'm crazy, I'm a monster.
Now, come on, Rose.
There's just about nothing we can't fix if we know what's wrong.
Now, don't play any more games and do as I tell you.
That's enough, huh? OK, there.
There.
Oh! Look at potato man.
See how potato man loves ketchup man?
Do you believe that?
Excuse me.
Hello, who's this? What do you want? Do you know what time it is?
Listen, Murray, I hate like hell to bother you at a time like this,
but I'm going out of my skull.
Well, that's all right, I... I was up with the baby anyhow.
What's... what's the matter?
- I just got a phone call from the clinic. - Yeah?
- From Rose. - Who?
From Rose!
She's supposed to be in a coma, for God's sake.
She said she was in trouble, she wants me to help her.
She wants me to come up there right now and get her.
Look, Hart, she's probably just frightened and confused.
Did you call... did you call Danny back at the clinic?
I got a tape recorder.
I left a message.
OK.
OK, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll...
I'll call Danny on his private line right now
and I'll tell him that Rosie's up making phone calls in the middle of the night, OK?
Look, I'll pick you up in about an hour, and I'll drive you over to the clinic.
- How's that grab you? - OK, Murray.
- Thanks a hell of a lot. - Yeah.
You bet. See you soon.
Does that hurt?
No, it doesn't hurt.
How long have you been conscious, Rose? Do you know?
A couple of days.
Do you feel weak?
I feel strong. I feel very strong.
Rita tells me you wouldn't let her attach you to your intravenous nutrient bottles.
- Why? - I don't need them.
- They make me feel sick. - I don't understand.
They've got to be your only source of food.
They're not. They haven't been for a couple of days.
- Not since that man. - Man?
What are you talking about?
I'll show you.
- Half a barbecue chicken to go. - Yes, sir.
Half a barbecue chicken to go.
And, uh, will that be all?
Oh. Mister? Did you know you're bleeding?
Ah, it's nothing.
Musta had a rough night, buddy.
Ah, I can't remember too good.
Here's your order, Sam.
I think that one's mine, buddy.
I said I think that one's mine.
I gotta eat! I gotta eat!
Look, I don't hit nobody with glasses.
Aargh! Yaaah!
Now, calm down.
- Aah! - Hey!
You're sure you want to do this one, Dan?
Louise and I could handle it, no trouble.
I'll... I'll be fine.
You were pretty groggy this morning.
Cut yourself shaving?
No, I'll be fine. I'll be fine.
Scalpel.
Sponge.
♪... inside an empty bourbon
♪ We're going down, down in the town
♪ To have a good time and drink your sweet wine
♪ Here I come with a bellyful of rocks
♪ Put you right up inside an empty bourbon
♪ Wanna keep that thing all the way... ♪
Do you want me to complete the stitching, Dr Keloid?
I need something to cut with, Dr Rushton.
Do you want the scissors now, doctor?
Yes. Scissors, now.
Scissors.
- Uh! - Dan!
Stop it!
Oh!
Are you crazy or something? Stop it!
Rita! Rita, he's gone crazy, he's gone crazy!
- He's killing everyone. - What?
- Come with me. We must do something. - Calm down.
- Come with me. - Who has? Louise?
Would you like to have him be a policeman and arrest you?
Have him be a doctor and examine you?
Or have him be a lawyer and defend you?
Those are your choices.
Oh.
The man, now identified as 43-year-old Fred Atkins of Camelford,
went berserk this morning during an argument over who was to be served first,
and bit the counter girl on the arm.
The man was subdued by an unidentified truck driver
and the truck stop diner's cook,
but died of unknown causes before police arrived.
Local health authorities suspect that rabies might be involved
and have vaccinated everyone concerned.
Now, after this brief pause for station identification...
This must be the place they were talking about on the radio.
Huh? Wanna go in for a bite?
No, no thanks.
- What's going on over there? - Where?
- The place is crawling with police. - Hey, you're right.
- Oh, Christ, no. - What's the matter?
It's Rose. It's got to be. Something's happened to Rose.
Oh, Hart, take it easy. They wouldn't have all these cars just for that.
It must be something else.
OK, Murray, come on, come on.
Take it easy, will you, Hart?
Bill! Bill, what's going on around here?
- And where's Dr Keloid? - Murray, thank God you're here.
It's been a nightmare.
I'm trying to find my girlfriend.
Uh, she's a patient here.
She was here last night, but now nobody seems to know where she is.
We've got a young girl downstairs. You want to take a look at her?
Is her name Rose?
We don't know. We didn't ask her. Come on.
Ah, tell the chief I'm downstairs gettin' an ID.
Be back in a flash.
So you are Dr Keloid's business partner?
- Yeah, that's right, I am. Now... - Come with me, please. Excuse me.
- Bill? - No, you go, Murray.
I... I can't. I've seen it.
Mr Cypher, please.
Couple of my men got bitten. Those rabies shots are killers.
Think I'd rather take my chances on getting sick instead.
How is he, doc?
Say, you say... you say he got bitten. Bitten by what?
- By that. - What?
Go ahead, take a look.
- Oh, God! - Yaah! Aaah!
Can you confirm the identification of this man as Dr Daniel Keloid?
Come here. Can't see anything from there.
Oh.
Is that Rose?
No, no, it's not Rose.
Hey, Rose, want a bite?
Steak on a bun.
- It's real good. - Um... I wouldn't mind just one bite.
You sure?
Mm, it's fabulous.
That's OK. It's the last time I'm going to eat at that greasy spoon, I'll tell you that.
That's it, come on. Get it all out.
OK? All right. Just put your arm around me and I'll lift you up back into the cabin.
We'll get some soup or something at the next stop, OK?
Watch out.
Is something wrong?
Hey, buddy.
What?
Oh, I, uh...
Oh, jeez, I must have dozed off.
I, uh... I was driving. Jeez.
Well, it's good. We find too many of you guys taking pills
to keep yourselves going all day and all night.
- Thanks. - Next time, though, uh...
try and pick a better spot to pull over,
This road's kind of narrow.
Yeah, thanks. I will. Sorry.
Yeah, OK. Have a nice day.
- Hi. - Hi. Where are you going?
- Montreal. Where are you going? - Same place.
Great. Whoo!
Oh! You know, I was beginning to think I'd never get home again.
Claude Lapointe, Quebec Bureau of Health, official business.
- What's up? - Sorry, officer.
You can't go in unless you're willing to stay.
The whole station's under quarantine.
We think we've got an epidemic.
- Hello, Mindy? - I want you to blow in this thing.
- The two of you. - Yeah. How are you?
- The light's gonna be red here. - Good.
Listen, uh... I thought that Rose might try and get in touch with you.
Yeah. She what? She called you?
- Yeah, blow. - She's on her way over?
- No, I feel fine. Honest. - That's incredible.
- You gotta blow in this thing. - That's silly.
- You wouldn't believe what's happening. - Just blow.
- Get outta here! - It's crazy time.
- Yeah. - Listen, you gotta blow in it.
- You ain't walking out of here till you do. - Well, listen.
- All right. - When she gets there,
tell her I'm going to be stuck in the Camelford cop shop for at least 48 hours.
But look, when she gets there, you keep her there for me, OK?
OK.
OK, Mindy, ciao.
- That's his truck. - All right?
Hey, you seen Smooth Eddy?
He's got the lead truck and I can't find the son of a bitch.
I seen him in back before. He didn't look too good.
What do you mean, he didn't look too good? Smooth Eddy always looks good.
He looked sick. You know, nauseous.
Ah, what the fuck are we runnin' here, a nursery?
Eddy. Hey, Eddy, are you in there?
God damn truck drivers. You can't trust them.
Yaaah!
Hey! Hey!
Aaaargh!
The health officials have said they consider the outbreak
of the new strain of rabies
as being potentially the worst of this century.
At the police station in Camelford, Kathy Draper
talked to Quebec Bureau of Health official Claude Lapointe.
This is not just a question of swine flu or something like that.
We have already several deaths on our hands in this one small area alone,
and the main problem is we don't know what we're up against.
Are you saying this is not an outbreak of rabies?
I'm not saying that. I'm not saying that, exactly.
But it must be a new strain of rabies, because there are symptoms involved
which we, and even the world health community, do not seem to be familiar with.
What are these symptoms?
Well, the period of incubation of this disease is very brief,
maybe six, eight hours at the most.
Now, that's quick, much quicker than normal rabies.
Then, the... the victim, uh... begins to sweat,
to shake, to foam at the mouth.
That's not so rare.
What is rare is that the victim always, with this new disease,
uh, becomes violent and wants to bite somebody new.
Uh... And this crazy phase is followed by a coma
and then, in every case we know, by death.
It's strange, very, very strange.
What advice do you have for our viewers?
The disease spreads through the saliva of the victim. The saliva is very contagious.
It dribbles into open wounds and cuts and... and causes immediate infection.
- So? - So don't let anybody bite you.
And if somebody does, find a doctor who can give you rabies shots immediately.
You mentioned the Black Plague of London before we went on the air.
Is that what you mean?
We sometimes like to be dramatic about these things.
- Surprise. I'm amongst the living. - It's more interesting
- than the usual paperwork. - Oh! Come in.
- Oh. - And we get excited...
You got anything in there I might want to read?
I'm starting to go stir crazy already.
Yeah, this is actually pretty exciting stuff once you know how to interpret it. Really.
Whew. Ugh. I can't see straight any more.
I think I'm going on automatic pilot.
Oh, boy.
I just can't believe they're all dead.
George, for God's sakes! Can't you understand what I'm saying?
Stand back! Sit on the floor and put your hands on your head.
Get in the cell. Do what I tell you.
Give me room, I'm coming in. Quick!
They gave him rabies shots.
He got bitten up at that facelift place, and he was the first one to get the shots.
They didn't do him any damn good, did they?
Where are you going?
Oh, I think I have to go out for a while.
Oh, Rosie, I feel so stupid.
I haven't been much of a hostess.
Why... why don't you stay here?
There must be something in the fridge I can tempt you with.
No, Mindy, thanks, but it's not that.
I just have to get out into the fresh air again.
It's a real experience for me just to walk down the street.
- Oh, well, then, let me come with you. - No, no, no.
You stay here and finish your laundry, and I won't be gone too long.
OK, Rosie. Uh, well, if you get dizzy or anything, call me.
OK, I will, don't worry.
Yeah, bye.
It was beautiful.
Yes.
My first experience was like a bad trip.
It was such a let-down.
That happens to a lot of young girls.
I take love seriously, you know.
So I see.
Thanks to you, I'm free.
My dream's reality.
And reality's like a dream.
You're so good to be with.
I wish it could last forever.
Wake up!
I must be dreaming again.
- I don't want to wake up. - But you're not dreaming.
- Look at that. - Mm.
- Excuse me. I didn't mean to touch you. - No one knows you're here.
- No. - Have you anywhere to go?
I think I have. Why? You want me to leave?
- Well, pardon me for existing. - No.
- I thought you did it on purpose. - Why not?
No, really. I was just taking my coat off and it brushed against you.
I'm sorry. I really like seeing these movies, but men always bother me.
I guess I'm a little paranoid.
Well, look, if I was to come over there and sit next to you,
everybody will think we're together, and then you can watch it in peace.
All I ask is a coupla handfuls of popcorn.
I'm glad my father's got an apartment in this building.
- OK. Come on. - The sauna's so relaxing.
- Come on. - Like making love three times in a row.
- Oh, my, my. - You're so predictable!
- My poor Christine. - Oh, but such words.
- You're afraid of words? - They're shocking, that's all.
- Even after the party? - Well!
See you in a minute. Be right with you.
Do you think we could spend some time together?
- You see. Something to do with you. - You mean it? May I?
- It's up to you. - I'd like to very much.
That's perfect. I invite a drink tonight.
It's just that I'm busy here till rather late. Till after eight.
- That will be fine. - About 8:30.
- Au revoir. - Au revoir.
If only we were somewhere else.
Elsewhere, I know.
Dreaming, listening.
Sharing the silence.
I like the way you talk.
My golden vision. Not appreciated.
It appeals to me.
It's true that I'm naive, but that's the way I am, that's all.
It's this girl I...
I feel as if I've never seen it before.
Well, if I decide to have my sexual relations before I marry Eric,
I'll do the same as you, Judith.
It's logical.
We're told to live with hypocrisy.
We can't applaud truth and notice we are what we are,
only to despise the truth.
Well, after all that, what are we looking for?
- Good question. - Happiness. Just in our own way.
I'm going, Rosie.
I've left you some coffee on the stove.
Turn it off if you go out, OK?
OK. Bye.
Are... aren't you going to wish me luck?
Are you OK?
Brushing my teeth.
Uh, bye.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
See you later!
Uh, you'll pardon me, Mr MacLarrin,
but I think the mayor should be taking this epidemic more seriously than he is.
The city is a complex machine, Mr Lapointe. It needs constant attention.
The mayor will listen to you, but you're not the only one.
It takes time.
Clarke, why are we stopping?
I am sorry, sir, but there's no way I can get around this truck.
Isn't there anybody around? Shall we have to turn around?
Oh, here's somebody, sir.
Clarke, roll down your window and ask them why the road's blocked.
Uh, it might be strike trouble.
- Be careful. - Yes, sir.
They've got the disease. Look to your right!
We spoke with the director of the World Health Organisation,
who had just arrived from England to take charge of liaison
with health bureaux in western European countries.
Dr Gentry, do you honestly feel that this is a time for martial law?
I don't think there is any question that martial law is needed
in the city of Montreal at this point in time.
It's a necessity. It has already been established that the victims of the disease -
and it is not rabies, though it may be related to the rabies virus -
the victims of the disease are beyond medical help
once it has established itself to the degree of inducing violent behaviour.
What you're saying, then, sir,
that is if these people have contracted the disease, there is...
What I am saying is very simple,
and it may not be very palatable for your viewers.
Shooting down the victims is as good a way of handling them as we have got.
If we lock them up, they eventually go into a coma and die shortly afterwards.
We have got a vaccine that we think will work in a preventative way,
but for those that are already incubating the disease...
- Come on, Murray. - I'm coming.
- Rose is waitin' for me. - Well, don't get pushy. We're going.
Dr Gentry, these are very serious...
- Bye-bye, Murray. - I'll see you.
All those receiving shots of the new vaccine
are being issued these plastic identity cards.
Viewers are urged not to leave their homes unless absolutely necessary,
and are reminded that if they do, they must carry their vaccine cards with them.
Police, army and militia officers may demand to see them.
You got the keys?
Oh.
Remember to keep your windows up and your doors locked once you get into the city.
Maybe the bug can't get you now, but that shot won't protect you from the crazies.
- Take care. - Thanks a lot.
- All right, take care. - OK.
You got enough room?
- You all right there? - Yeah.
Hi.
Mind if I sit down?
I don't mind.
Sure is nice, eh, Christmas?
Uh, do you smoke? Cigarettes?
- Huh? - Do you want a cigarette?
Oh, have you got a light?
A lighter?
I'll get a light from that guy over there, OK?
I'll be right back.
You got a light, buddy?
Stop! Stop or I'll shoot!
Stop!
Get out of the way!
Stop!
Christ.
Rose? Are you home?
Well, you'll never guess what happened to me on the subway today.
Well, the whole city's gone crazy.
Aww.
Have you been out?
Have you gotten your shot?
Oh...
I can't go out. I can't go out.
- What's been going on? - Oh!
What's the matter with you?
You poor kid.
Well, don't you worry.
I'm here and I'm going to take care of you.
The crisis has now been officially granted epidemic status
by officials of the World Health Organisation.
The Prime Minister was reluctant to officially declare a state of emergency,
but, as any citizen in the streets can tell you, martial law has come to Montreal.
OK, fine.
I'm sorry you don't have an... Where's your ID card?
Ah, would you mind standing over in front, please?
- Can I get through? - Thanks.
An emergency you've got to attend, or...
Right at the back. It's only three minutes. It'll be all over before you know it.
Get the shot, OK? Thank you very much.
- At the back. - OK, thanks.
Sorry. You don't have an ID card, you can't go through there.
Would you mind standing over that way, please?
- Uh, get that guy. - I'm sorry, sir, you can't get through.
- I'm sorry... - Leave him alone. Don't push him.
- You don't have a card. Now... - You've got no right to do that.
Uh... How long are we gonna be stuck here?
I can't believe this.
It's like we're at war.
Listen, Hart.
I want to go to my place first.
I just won't be comfortable till I know everything is OK back there.
Now, when we get there, I'll give you the keys to the car
- and you can pick up your girl, OK? - Yeah, OK.
Listen, uh, phone me when you get there, eh?
Yeah, OK.
Hey.
Look, uh, maybe it would be a good idea if you... if you bring Rosie back with you.
You know, just till this thing blows over.
Yeah, OK.
- Listen, Murray. - Yeah?
Thanks for the car, all right?
Keep the windows shut and lock the door.
- All right. - I'll see you soon.
I'll call you.
Cele?
Hey, Cecile, I'm home.
Honey?
Sweetie, I'm home.
Hey, Cecile?
Hey, sweetie.
Honey?
Cele?
Sweetie?
Sweetie, I'm home.
Cele?
Honey?
Oh, God.
Oh...
Uh...
That's it, Rosie.
You just get as much sleep as you need.
Don't think about anything.
Just let your mind drift.
So after using some rather elaborate tracking procedures,
and applying them to a map,
we find that the disease does in fact seem to have a very specific place of origin.
Which is?
Which is the Keloid Clinic of Cosmetic Surgery,
a few miles outside the town of Camelford.
You can see with your own eyes how everything has spread out from there
in geometrically increasing proportions.
Now, this pattern, in conjunction with some of our own statistics,
indicates that there is a strong possibility there is a special factor at work
- in the spread of the disease. - You mean a carrier?
Well, at the risk of setting off a futile witch hunt, yes.
Someone like the infamous Typhoid Mary,
who incubates the disease and transmits it, but is herself immune to it.
Well, what were they doing at the Keloid Clinic, then, Dr Gentry?
OK, Jack, that's another.
Oh, no! Rose!
Well, you... you can't! It's dangerous out there!
Mindy, I don't want it to be you.
Well, of... of course it should be me.
Well, who else but your best friend?
I'll take care of you.
Oh, I ache all over.
I hurt from the inside out.
Well... well, then... then what you need is... is a nice, hot bath.
It'll relax you and... and then you won't ache any more.
It's not my fault.
It's you.
- It's been you all along. - What are you talking about?
You carry the plague. You've killed hundreds of people!
You don't know what you're talking about.
I'm still me.
- I'm still Rose. - You're still Rose? You're not Rose!
- What did they do to you at that clinic, eh? - Ah!
- What did they turn you into? - Ah!
I have to have blood.
It's all I can eat.
And it's not my fault.
It's your fault! It's all your fault!
- Rose, stop. - God!
Yeah!
Rose, there must be a way to fix this.
- Look, we'll go to the police. - No.
Rose. We'll go to the hospital.
Oh, it won't work. Now, just leave me alone!
- Rose! Come here. - No.
- I'm sorry! Come here, wait! - Let me go!
- Rose! - Let me go!
- No, no! - Rose, listen. Listen. Listen to me.
- Listen to me, you're right. - Ah!
You're right. We're in it together.
- We'll figure it out together. - Ah!
Ah!
Oh...
Hi.
I've seen you around here before, haven't I?
Erm... I used to live in this building, and, uh, they still deliver my mail here.
I'm a... a friend of Mindy Kent's.
I was supposed to meet her here,
but, erm, she must have gone out.
- Hello? - Hart.
It's me. Oh, I'm so glad I finally managed to get you.
Rose, where are you?
Are you all right? Did I hurt you?
Listen, we should be together. Please, tell me where you are.
Well, what you said hurt me.
It scared me.
It... it scared me because I... I suddenly realised you might be right.
If you are right, about my being a carrier,
I mean, uh...
I murdered Mindy. I murdered a lot of people.
Rose.
- There's no reason... - So I decided to try a little experiment,
just to prove that you were wrong about all that.
You see? I'm being positive, aren't I?
So I found myself a partner for my little experiment,
a real normal, healthy guy,
and I took some blood, just a bit.
And I've locked myself in a room with him.
And I'm going to stay here until I make sure he doesn't get sick.
And then I'll know...
I'm not the one who started it all.
Rose, look.
You gotta get out of there right away.
You're committing suicide. You know that?
Listen, can't we just be together over the phone?
I mean, just for a little while. Just...
just until I find out.
I mean, we can be together on the phone just for a while, can't we?
Oh, Hart.
Please. Listen.
Please, no.
Rose, get out of there!
Look, just get up and drop the phone
and walk out the door
and run out of there as fast as you can.
They're not giving us enough time, either of us...
- Oh, Hart. No, don't. Listen. I can't. Hart. - Rose...
Hart...
- Hart? - Rose, get out of there!
- I'm afraid! - Get out of there!
Oh, Hart.
No! No!
No! Aaah!
No!
No, no!
No!
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