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CATALINA: I can't believe you did this!

LILY: We had a doctor.

We had a CDC specialist.

What the hell, Lily?

You told Mom-- No, no, you directed Mom

to butcher Dad's arm?

It's this Sun-9.

-If we hadn't... -Sun-9 isn't real.

It-It's the flu.

You cut off Dad's arm

-because of the flu. -He was becoming a zombie.

We had no choice.

Uh, hospital?

It's this big building with lots of windows

-and operating rooms. -Emergency rooms

were turning people away.

-We saved his life. -According to who? The frigging weather girl?

If I hadn't been in and out of that work conference...

-What, you would have fixed it? -Like I normally do.

You're not the dependable one, Lil.

I mean, you never have been. Mom told me about your book.

Oh, here we go.

You can dress it up any way you'd like, but you know

Dad cried himself to sleep imagining

-what strangers... -(laptop beeps)

(call app ringing)

No.

(ringing)

(ringing fades)

♪ ♪

(clicks mouse)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(growling)

I'm so sorry.

What do you want me to do?

Your client... the one who likes to live off the grid.

-Baccarin. -Right. I need

an advanced microscope,

a Laser Capture Microdissection system. Can he get it for me?

-A... what? -Just say LCM system.

I-I don't think that the CDC believes

that this thing is airborne.

And my mom was close to a therapeutic when she died.

You have a lab downstairs? -No.

I have a kitchen.

(whispering): The cow...

sleeps...

mooing...

quietly.

The farm is silent.

The farmer whispers "Good night..."

...and lies in his bed.

What's wrong, Lily?

What's wrong?

-Nothing's wrong. -You're distracted.

You want something.

An LCM system.

It's a kind of laser microscope.

It's not for me.

It's for my neighbor.

She's doing this research on a z-zombie thing.

And her mother gave her a laundry list.

Hester Boutella?

-Yes. How did you...? -What else does she need?

Oh, uh... a centrifuge, buffers,

dehydrates, liquid nitrogen, haymah...

-hematoxin? -Hematoxylin and eosin stains?

Yes.

Put her on.

You want me to put my neighbor on?

Yes.

RACHEL: So, she thought

I should look into glutamate, like nitric oxide.

No.

Why?

Because it's an excitatory neurotransmitter.

It's not essentially toxic.

What else?

You can get me the equipment I need?

Only if I'm sure you know what you're doing.

EVA: We're almost out of bottled water.

-I ordered some. -Well, th-this is based on, uh,

my mom's research into the lethality of proteoglycans.

-She was wrong. -No.

My mom doesn't do wrong.

Can you hear me?

-Barely. -I'll lean in

so you can.

Can you hear?

Yes.

I was under contract

to the Pentagon,

and we were working on a bioweapon neurotoxin.

It was not used against the enemy.

It was to be injected into our own troops.

Why? -It was a neurotoxin pain-inhibitor

named Bio Defense Armor.

It used a protein to desensitize human cells,

so soldiers could go into battle

knowing there would be no pain.

-You worked on that, Bac? -For a year.

I dropped out.

Why do you think I need you every week?

-You think this has to do with bioweapons? -I think it did.

You split the neurotoxin, I think you'll see

-our bioweapon signatures. -Wait, what's-- what...

what signatures?

You'll know 'em when you see 'em.

Does the CDC know about this?

The CDC doesn't want to know about this.

Or anything.

I'm sorry, what?

What is Bio Defense Armor?

I-I have no idea.

What is it? Hey, hang on a second, Rache.

-This is not the conversation you want to be having. -Why? Why not?

-What is it? -Zach, we could get into trouble.

How can I get into trouble? I've never even heard of it.

(phone vibrates)

-Is it? -It's not up for discussion.

(phone vibrates)

Do you?

-Zach, I'm trying to protect you. -I didn't ask you to.

(phone vibrates)

You know, I wouldn't blame her.

Hi, Rachel. This is Cyndi Estereo.

I know this is difficult for you,

but I need you to stop texting Zach.

Hi. Cyndi.

It's good to talk to you, too,

and I know this is difficult for you,

but I need you to fuck off.

We'll get back to you.

You're kidding me.

BRIAN: ♪ Three percent of all people ♪

♪ Use five to six percent of their brain ♪

♪ 97% use just three percent ♪

♪ And the rest go down the drain ♪

-♪ I'll never know which one I am ♪ -Brian?

♪ But I'll bet you my last dime ♪

-♪ 99% think the three percent ♪ -Brian.

♪ 100% of the time. ♪

Brian, are you in pain?

Can I get you anything?

(sighs)

You can untie me.

-Uh, I don't think that's a good idea. -(whispers): Babe.

-Don't you love me? -Brian, please.

Do not play that game with me. If I untie you...

I'll eat you?

(laughs)

I just don't think that you are

-in control of your urges. -Oh, test me.

"Bed, woman, man, camera, TV. Love."

-That's not it. -Babe, please.

Rachel, just untie me so that I can go pee.

I don't want to wet myself.

♪ They say 74% of all statisticians truly hate ♪

♪ Their friggin' jobs ♪

♪ And the average bank robber lives ♪

♪ About 20 miles away from the bank that he robs. ♪

-(growling) -(gasps)

I'm sorry about that.

(sighs) Babe.

-I'm ready now. -No.

-Rachel, please. -Brian, you are not well.

-I don't want to sleep in my own filth. -Okay, then I will give you

some sleeping pills, and-and I can change your linens

after you're sedated.

♪ There's a little bank not far from here ♪

♪ I've been watching for a while ♪

♪ Seems like lately alls I can think about ♪

-♪ Is how bad I want to go out in style. ♪ -ZACH: Rachel.

Rachel.

Rachel.

Hey, over here.

-Zach? -We had to hack your TV chip.

It's the only way we're not surveilled by the NSA.

Hi, Rachel. I'm sorry that we couldn't talk

on Zach's computer.

-Hi. -We have about three minutes

until the NSA traces this.

I'm a part of an underground consortium

of doctors and scientists called the Hoboken Project.

In layman's terms, we're the medical deep state.

We split off from the CDC

because they were more concerned with politics and money

and less concerned with actual medicine.

-So 74 of us... -♪ 74% of everything you learn in college ♪

-(shushing) -♪ Is just a bunch of bullshit ♪

-♪ You'll never need. ♪ -Who's that?

-Your zombie reporter? -Zach, please.

-Can we not? -CYNDI: We don't have time to argue. Rachel, listen.

Your mother, she was one of us.

-What? -She was one of the Hoboken Project.

She's been keeping us informed of her progress.

I'm sorry about what happened.

She called us to tell us about her status.

ZACH: I'm so sorry, Rache.

I'm-I'm... I'm really sorry.

CYNDI: And I wish that we had more time, but, Rachel, please.

-Text us if you have any updates. -Wait, wait a minute.

What is Bio Defense Armor?

We don't have time to get into that.

Make time.

It was a human engineering program

designed by an independent military contractor

to make soldiers insensitive to pain.

Yeah. It's airborne.

It can't be. It's an injection.

-Can you see me? -What?

-Can you see me? -Y-Yes. Why?

What is that?

That is the delivery system for your bioweapon.

That is how Sun-9 became airborne.

-It's become a part of COVID. -That's not possible.

See that? That part there?

That's the mutation.

That's how COVID became Sun-9.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, so you need to find patient zero.

You and your fellow deep staters.

Find patient zero,

and you'll find out how your bioweapon became airborne.

We're fighting an uphill battle here, Rachel.

-We need your help. -You are in no place...

(static noise)

♪ 91% of the world's population links possessions to success. ♪

What the hell, Cyndi?

-Which part? -What? The medical deep state?

-Bioweapons? -I couldn't tell you any of that.

-Well, of course you could have. -No, Zach.

You had to deliver the CDC line every day.

You couldn't lie. I could.

You would have been held accountable.

This is about deniability.

(line rings)

MAN: Trader Joe's, Broadway.

Jomo speaking. How may I help you?

Yes, hello, my name is Dr. Rachel Boutella, and I...

Sorry, we're out of masks.

No, no, no, no, no, that's, that's not why I'm calling.

No gloves either. We have some off-brand hand sanitizer.

Okay, no, uh, just hold on one second.

You have a bag boy there who bit a patient of mine,

and I need to get some information...

(line clicks, beeps)

-Lily, I need your help. -I already talked to Baccarin.

-No, no, no, no, I need you. -I don't know anything

-about medicine. -No.

I-I need you to do some backward contact tracing.

What does that even mean?

Well, it-it-it means finding out

who infected who.

It-It-It's tracing the sick people

back to the first patient.

That sounds like something that you should be doing.

No, I'm-I'm attacking it

from a microscopic end,

and I-I-I'm not getting anywhere with people.

-Well, if you're not getting anywhere... -Lily,

remember when you told me that you can get men to do anything?

Yes, but that's dom-sub.

Yeah, well, so is contact tracing.

No one wants to help.

I'm not the dependable one.

I never have been.

I don't know why you're even saying that. You know,

over the past week, you have been the only one

that I can depend on.

Listen, the only way to find a therapeutic

is to find out how the virus made the leap to humans.

And the only way to do that is through

backward contact tracing.

Okay... what do I do?

♪ ♪

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where ♪

♪ Don't know when ♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again ♪

♪ Some sunny day ♪

♪ Keep smiling through ♪

♪ Just like you ♪

♪ Always do ♪

♪ Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds ♪

♪ Far away ♪

♪ And will you please say hello to the folks ♪

♪ That I know ♪

♪ Tell them I won't be long ♪

♪ And they'll be happy to know ♪

♪ That as you saw me go ♪

♪ I was singing this song ♪

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where ♪

♪ Don't know when ♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again ♪

♪ Some sunny da... ♪

(loud clunk)

Hello?

(loud bang)

Hello?

Hello?

(siren wailing nearby)

Ooh!

It's a mask!

-It's a-- It's a mask. -God, I'm sorry.

-Why are you wearing that? -Uh, COVID.

-You gave me a heart attack. -Rachel Boutella?

-Yes. -Sign here and here.

Can I get you some ice

-or something? -Uh, no. Just initial there.

I'm really, really sorry.

(multiple sirens wailing)

(shouting, screaming nearby)

Trader Joe's, Broadway. Jomo speaking.

Jomo? What a great name.

My name is Lily. It's so boring.

Can I help you?

I sure hope so.

I'm trying to track down a bag boy

that bit a customer at your store.

-Does that ring a bell? -Who is this?

I'm calling from corporate.

I need to report the incident for our records.

-Corporate? -Yes.

What, you get that out of a movie?

-Nice try, Lily. -(line clicks, beeps)

(line rings)

-Trader Joe's, Broadway. -You listen to me, asswipe!

You will give me his entire name and anything else I want to know

right now!

(line clicks, beeps)

Shit, I...

Shake it off.

(sighs)

Third time is a charm.

(line rings)

MAN: Trader Joe's, Broadway.

Deli, please.

No, we don't have a deli department.

Liquor?

(line rings)

MAN 2: Wine and beverages. How can I help you?

I'm calling from the New York Department of Health

in regards to an incident that happened at your store

involving a... bag boy biting a customer.

I need the employee's full name.

Yeah, you should probably speak to my manager.

Sir, I am speaking with you.

Thomas. Dude's name's Thomas.

I don't know his last name.

Good. Okay, great.

Do you have a-a phone number for Thomas?

No, ma'am, but I don't think that would help.

Thomas died a week ago.

Oh, my God. Do you know how?

Yeah, he got sick.

Becoming a zombie.

Is this about that video?

What video?

♪ Josh and Joel would like to rank your room ♪

♪ Rank your room ♪

♪ Let them rank your room ♪

♪ Josh and Joel would like to rank your room ♪

♪ Rank your room... ♪

Welcome back to RoomRankers.

I'm the nice one, Josh.

And I'm the even nicer one, Joel.

We watch the week's quarantine vlogs

so you don't have to.

JOEL: And we're turning to some new players today.

Yes, we're getting even.

Uh, these are people who have hurt us in some way.

Oh, my God, you're being a nightmare.

No, no. Ah, I'm being honest.

Let's turn first to subject number one.

We'll call him Thomas.

Oh, well, it's not exactly a Lukas Gage environment,

-but it's close. -He has better rooms.

And tell us how we know that, Joel.

I'm just saying it's not fair to pick his worst view.

JOSH: And we can see from Thomas that he's having trouble

figuring out his life.

(whispering): Wake up, Thomas. Wake up.

(saw whirring)

Okay, the infected hand clearly has

the COVID protein.

There it is, the mutated Sun-9 protein.

All right, it looks just like the COVID protein,

but with a hunchback.

Okay, I'm starting staining with the Pyronin Y.

Good, it's reacting to the pink viral stain.

Wait a minute, that's... that's odd.

The mutation resisted the stain.

But living matter should stain.

(computer chiming)

Uh, one second, please.

I-I just have a simple question for you.

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu,

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu.

(inhales, exhales)

Okay, ready.

Thank you so much for the laser confocal.

Um, I'm just having a problem with this Sun-9 pathogen.

Can you look at your screen for me?

It's not taking the Pyronin Y stain.

-Where's Lily? -She's contact tracing.

Can you look at the pathogen?

It's-it's right there on your screen.

Either it's not holding the stain,

or there's something wrong with the scope's optical filter.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, shoot, I think...

-I think you might be frozen. -I'm not frozen.

Okay, well, uh, I-I just need your help.

To stop the zombies?

Something like that.

Oh, come on.

(clicks tongue) Shit.

(computer chimes)

-Anything wrong? -I can't tell.

I may have offended Baccarin, and I need his help.

-Why? What did you say? -Nothing.

He just hung up on me.

-Did you yell? -No.

But you were talking like you're talking right now?

-Yeah. -Yeah,

he doesn't like that.

Pretend you're speaking to a sleeping monster

that you don't want to wake.

Shh...

I'm gonna send you down something.

I'm sorry.

I was a little anxious before.

But now I've got ahold of myself,

and I just want to ask you a few questions.

-They are? -I'm worried

that the optical filters on the confocal microscope

are configured incorrectly.

Let's assume they are.

-Try the toluidine blue stain. -But...

-that isn't for live tissue. -Right. And if it's

Bio Defense Armor, we used dead tissue.

Ah.

It's-it's-it's another protein.

Sun-9 isn't a mutation.

It's a second protein entirely.

It's been glued onto the back of COVID.

Glued?

-How? -I'm not sure.

Look between the two.

No, there's... there's nothing.

Not yet.

So what's that?

It's a third protein acting as a binding agent.

But why would Bio Defense Armor want to attach Sun-9 to COVID?

They wouldn't.

Nature has a way of magnifying our mistakes.

So I have to find a way to dissolve the binding agent?

Yes. It's piggybacking on the back of COVID.

That's what makes it so dangerous.

Okay, so we need to peel apart the proteins.

-Good luck. -W-Wait.

Aren't-aren't you going to help?

-Why would I help? -'Cause it's airborne.

I-It could infect all of New York.

Yes, but Eva and I have a great bunker.

But Lily doesn't.

Don't you care about Lily?

God, son of a bitch.

-Yep? -LILY: Hi. Josh?

I'm calling from Veruca Dumont's office.

-Never heard of him. -Her.

She's a very important book agent,

and she is interested in commissioning

a book on RoomRankers.

-Seriously? -Seriously.

A coffee-table book.

She feels you guys are really...

tapping into the pandemic moment.

Yeah, well, yeah, I mean, that was always our intent.

(chuckles, clears throat)

The key is fun, but, uh, yeah,

you know... tapping into a moment.

She's asked me to do a little background research,

starting with a video you posted last week about a bag boy.

Thomas something?

Thomas Marling?

Marling.

You did not seem too happy about him.

Yeah, I mean, he's just some guy that Joel was seeing.

That's why I put his room up, to tease him.

That's exactly what Veruca is interested in,

the personal connection. Can I have Joel's number?

He's not feeling well.

-What do you mean? -It's not COVID. Don't worry.

He's got some veins on his neck.

Josh, I need Joel's number.

Joel! Click on.

There's a book agent on.

-He's there? -Yeah, in this room.

We just, we pretend to be shooting from different places

because it looks classier that way.

Joel!

(groaning)

Oh, shit.

Joel? Joel, can you hear me?

Joel, you're sick. You've been infected.

No, h-he's just tired.

He always looks like that after he goes out.

Joel, tell me.

How did Thomas get sick? Who was he with?

Is this for the book?

-Thomas... -Yes. Thomas.

-Who was he with? -Why does this matter for the book?

Veruca asked me to do some contact tracing.

Joel, who was Thomas with?

Did he have any roommates or anyone?

-DJ. -DJ?

DJ. Are those his initials?

Oh, you talking about his skanky roommate?

Yeah, he lived with this low-rent DJ.

DJ Perfect Dan.

"DJ Perfect Dan."

Is that who got him infected?

-This DJ? -Oh, yeah-- Has he fallen asleep again?

-(growls) -Josh.

Josh, get out of there.

Why? What's wrong?

He's coming after you.

-(scoffs) -Josh, get out.

-Wow. -Josh.

-Finally got out of bed, huh? -Josh!

Josh, get out! Get out of the apartment!

Come on, let's get back in bed.

(screams)

(gasps)

(quietly): Good...

Good.

All right.

Almost there.

Almost...

Okay.

What the...?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

(computer ringing)

Okay. I'll help.

Yo, fam. How you doing? It's your boy DJ Perfect.

Thank you for being here. DJ and spin-meister to the stars.

For the first time, I'm making myself available

for parties, bar and bat mitzvahs,

and corporate meetings.

I spin all kind of styles: rock,

hip-hop, pop.

And laser effects are available, too.

So what do you have to lose? Give me a call today...

(low-volume): ...and we can discuss your appetite for perfect.

-DJ Perfect. -(phone beeps)

(over phone): Hey, this is Perfect Dan.

I'm probably at a party right now.

Leave a message, bro. I'll get right back to you.

-(phone beeps) -Hi.

My name is Lily Leithauser,

and I'm throwing this very expensive party,

and I need to hire a DJ.

Please call me back right away.

(keys clicking)

-(people cheering) -Go crazy!

You deserve it!

(rock music playing)

-(keys click) -(music stops)

It's a smart virus.

It's-it's using its tentacles to fuse itself to COVID.

Adjust and aim the I.R. laser under the ten-times objective.

-Are you seeing something? -(shushes)

Is this Bio Defense Armor?

Have you ever used an LCM scope?

No, teach me.

Was that sarcasm?

Yes, it was.

Irony might not be helpful right now.

Try slicing off one of the tentacles.

Okay.

Slower. Slower.

More right.

(shushes)

Okay. This one.

I got it.

Got it.

Oh. Now I remember why I hate research work.

Why?

I hate trusting other people.

-Thanks. -No-- No offense.

You did that well.

What is that?

Two-time objective?

-It's a number. -It's a patent number.

Yeah. "P-P-4-8-9."

I c-- I can't read the rest.

P.P. Plant patent.

-Organic matter. -Wait, does the Pentagon

-apply for patents? -No.

So it's someone else?

Look-- Take a look.

God, I've n-- I've never seen anything like that.

It's just regenerating.

It's an error-correcting mechanism.

Yeah, and it's parasitic.

It looks like it needs the COVID protein to survive.

-This isn't Bio Defense Armor... -(computer ringing)

-Oh, my God. You got to turn that down. -Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

It's Lily.

Hey, Lily, is everything all right?

Do you have that Lake of the Ozarks footage?

Yeah. Why?

I think I may have found the super-spreader.

-How? -I just need to compare something.

-Can you play it? -Yeah.

Okay.

Screen-sharing.

(indistinct chatter)

-Freeze! -Ow.

Oh, I'm sorry, Baccarin.

Rachel, can you play it again but louder?

Bac, cover your ears.

(indistinct chatter)

PERFECT DAN: Go crazy! You deserve it!

That's it. He was there.

-What? -I contact-traced Sun-9 back to a DJ,

and he was DJ-ing the party at the Ozarks.

Are you serious?

Yes!

We're just discussing here.

Can we not get so agitated?

Deputy General, there is no herd immunity with Sun-9.

-And how do we know this? -Because herd immunity means

everyone becomes a zombie.

Have you ever seen a zombie movie?

This isn't a movie, Doctor.

This is reality.

And in reality, Sweden has had only 50 Sun-9 deaths.

-CYNDI: So far. -What does that mean?

That means it's gone airborne.

Sun-9 no longer needs bites.

Oh, my God, everything has gone airborne with you two.

The bottom line is, the American people have quarantine fatigue.

They've already fought off one pandemic.

Now you want them to fight off another?

This isn't about what we want, this is about what is.

-It's about... -(growling)

It's about what?

-Nothing. Are you okay, ma'am? -Fine.

We need you to read the herd immunity statement

to the press.

No, I will not.

-We can fire you. -Uh, yes, you can, but then I'll just return home

to my wife who's actually trying to do something about this.

-That's not how this works, Doctor. -That's not how this works?

-You don't go home. -What are you talking about?

You leaked. I hate to be tough with you,

but there's a black site about 40 minutes from here by jet.

Sorry, are you threatening to arrest me if I don't read

your herd immunity statement?

Yes.

-He didn't leak. I did. -No. You two are lovers,

and are defending each other.

But, Doctor, you leaked.

-You know what? I'm done. -Your door has been locked, Doctor.

I just need you to stay

right where you are.

You, too, Ms. Estereo.

And there'll be escorts to... (growls)

Pardon me. I skipped lunch today.

Lisa, were you at the Rose Garden speech today?

Excuse me?

I was invited to the Rose Garden speech,

and I didn't go. But were you there?

Yes. Why?

CYNDI: And Agent Rimland?

Anyone else? Check the door.

Have you looked at your arms lately, Lisa?

-Kermit? -(door rattling)

Shit.

You have looked at your arms, haven't you?

And you have blue veins.

-I wasn't bitten. -Don't you understand? Zach is right.

You don't have to be bitten. It's airborne!

(snarling)

You can stop this-- before you change.

We just need to get the information out there.

Just sit tight. We'll have someone there to escort you...

(alarm blaring)

Well, now what?

The entire White House was at that Rose Garden speech.

We need to find another way to get the word out.

It's all starting to feel like it's tipping over, doesn't it?

-We need to warn people. -People are sick of warnings.

What we need is a therapeutic.

We can't develop a therapeutic

unless we find the virus's Achilles' heel.

Well, maybe it doesn't have one.

Maybe. Then it's over.

Okay, first step: introduce the virus to healthy cells,

see how it reacts.

Then we can counteract it.

-Those human cells? -Yes.

Mine.

Oh, interesting.

BACCARIN: There it goes, infiltrating the cell.

RACHEL: Okay. A viral protein

should take about ten minutes to start replicating.

So that should, uh...

Uh-oh.

♪ ♪

I would call that unusually fast.

That's terrifyingly fast.

-Oh, my God. -It's mutating.

I mean, it's-it's got to slow down now, right?

Destroy it.

Oh, my God.

Doctor, now, destroy it!

Okay, okay.

Wait!

Prions survive high temperatures--

add a piece of metal. It'll act as a conduit.

-(beeps) -God, here's hoping.

(sparks crackling)

(microwave beeps)

Good.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I cut my hand on the slide.

Shit.

Hi. I thought that this was the number for Perfect Dan.

It is. I'm Camille, his sister. Dan died last week.

Oh, I'm so sorry. That's awful.

-Do you know how he died? -How?

What is this about? I thought this was about a big party.

It was.

Actually, I don't have a lot of time.

I'm doing some contact tracing for the Sun-9 virus.

And I have reason to believe

that your brother came into contact

with someone at the Lake of the Ozarks party.

Okay, look, I'm a med sales rep,

and I know when the medical community

is perpetuating a scam.

And Sun-9 is a scam of a scam.

But your brother died.

How do you explain what happened at the Lake of the Ozarks?

-You saw the video. -Oh, I didn't just

see the video; I was there.

It was my company's party.

-It was? -Yeah. And people

who truly represent the medical community

need to have you conspiracy theorists

stop with the zombie nonsense.

What's the name of your company?

-C.C. Cellular. -Can I have a list

-of the people who attended? -Are you kidding?

You're just gonna call them up, scare the hell out of them?

Do you know how many got sick?

No, because I don't spy on my coworkers.

I live and let live. Try it.

(baby crying over monitor)

Darn it!

Now you woke up little Todd.

Catalina, what's on your hands?

Who's Catalina? I'm Camille.

Oh, I'm sorry. Camille, look at your hands.

Nothing wrong with my hands.

Don't stay with your baby.

-What? -Find someone to babysit.

-You're sick. -No, you're sick, lady.

If you stay with your baby, you will attack her.

-Him. -Him. Him.

-You will attack him. -It's the flu.

It's just the flu.

No. No! No!

No!

♪ ♪

How is it?

I-I don't know.

I-I-I need to take a sample.

-You might be fine. -Nothing is working

that way this year, so I doubt it, but...

I'll be back.

(siren wailing in distance)

(exhales)

(helicopter passing outside)

-(thumping) -(snarling)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Do you want to be alone for this?

No.

(computer ringing)

Hey.

-How's it going up there? -Difficult.

Everybody I contact trace dies a minute later.

But this is what I've got.

C.C. Cellular.

What's that?

It's the name of the company that had the party

in the Lake of the Ozarks that hired the DJ that died.

-He died? -He did. And I think that's how

the bag boy got infected

and the RoomRanker guys,

and basically how the entire thing spread to New York.

And it seems like a lot of people at this

C.C. Cellular company have gotten sick.

What is C.C. Cellular?

Some kind of beauty company.

They make drugs similar to Botox.

-What? -It's crazy, isn't it?

Possibly. Possibly not. What was the partial patent number?

-Wh-What are you talking about? -The virus had

a-a patent number on it.

Um, it was, uh, "489..."

Uh...

(typing)

What are you guys thinking?

That you solved this, Lily.

This-this isn't Bio Defense Armor.

This was created in a commercial lab.

BACCARIN: Got it. C.C. Cellular.

It withdrew its patent for...

a genetically based full-body Botox-type protein

used to prevent the nerve endings from impacting muscles.

"P.P. 489333."

LILY: So you think

Botox is turning people into zombies?

RACHEL: No, no, no, no, no.

The manufactured protein

met up with COVID and...

-And bound itself to it. -Yeah.

And-and then these two proteins resulted in Sun-9.

Wow.

I have to go.

Why?

Jeopardy! is on.

(computer chimes)

Wow.

So, can you make a therapeutic now?

Yeah, we can try.

What is that?

A sample of my blood.

Is it okay?

-Rachel? -(tapping slide)

Is everything okay?

(Rachel gasps softly)

-Well, there's good news. -What?

We have our test subject.

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