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Whoa, whoa, hold on.

- What floor?
- Sixteen.

- Gonna be a nice one today.
- Yeah, yeah. I think so.

Man, you don't look so good.

Are you okay?

Hey, Lynda. I think
something's wrong with that guy.

Sir? You have to sign in.

Man 1: Lynda, call 911.
Man 2: Is he all right?

One, two, three, four, five.

- One, two, three, four, five.
- Blood trickling down his nose.

He's... he's dead.

Man: What? What is he...?
Woman: He's not breathing.

- May I help you?
- Yes.

Uh, I'm looking for someone
who seems to have gotten lost.

Okay. What school is he from?

He's not from any school, he's a man.
His name is Dr. Walter bishop.

I see. A special-needs individual.

Heh. You have no idea.

When the Victoria,
the last surviving ship...

Returned to its harbor of departure...

After the first circumnavigation
of the earth...

Only 18 of the original 237 men
were on board.

- What happened to them?
- They all died, young lady.

Horrible, and most likely
painful deaths.

You see, when you open new doors,
there is a price to pay.

Now, imagine tonight,
you look under your bed...

And lo and behold,
you find a monster...

And you're immediately eaten. Now,
if you hadn't looked for the monster...

You wouldn't have found it,
and you'd still be happy in your beds...

Instead of being slowly digested
in the stomach sac of the creature.

But with any luck...

Your sisters or your brothers
might have heard your screams...

And your endeavor will serve
as a valuable lesson for them.

Excuse me. Do you work here?

No. I'm a season-pass holder,
but thank you.

Dr. Walter bishop.

They had no right
to revoke my membership. No right.

Walter, you terrified those kids.

- These children should know the truth.
- Hello, agent Dunham.

They are being tragically coddled
and ill-advised.

Have you already told Peter?

Okay. We'll be there right away.

Come on.

Detective, uh, I'm agent Dunham.
This is Peter bishop.

Detective kassel.
We've been taking witness statements...

Trying to figure out what went down.

- The me here yet?
- On his way.

It's a Dutch license.

"Radjan vandenkemp."

- I've never seen anything like this.
- Lucky you.

I'm gonna talk
to some of the witnesses.

Started walking.

- I'm agent Dunham with the FBI. Hi.
- Hi.

- I'll let you two talk.
- Thank you.

Uh, did he have an appointment
here at vitas?

Mm-mm. No one knew him,
no one was expecting him.

I don't even think he knew
where he was going himself.

He got off the elevator,
seemed confused and then collapsed.

Okay, thanks.

Broyles, he's downstairs.

He's gonna run vandenkemp,
see what he can come up with.

He didn't know anybody. Doesn't seem
like the kind of business you walk into.

Excuse me, uh, can I ask a question?

- Sure, Mr...?
- Ames. Vincent ames.

I'm the vp of geotechnical engineering.
Will we be able to leave soon?

- Peter: Okay. Let us know.
- Not yet, I'm afraid.

- Ames: Do we know what happened to him?
- That's what we're trying to figure out.

We'll let you know
as soon as you can leave.

Mike, the courier, rode up with him.

Which one's Mike?

He's sitting right over there.

Dr. Bishop, agent Farnsworth.
We've got a deceased male, age 50.

We believe he's from the Netherlands.

Walked into vitas petrol at 7:30
this morning and his veins ruptured.

Oh! Oh, I see.
Oh, uh, vasculitis could be a cause.

Or, uh, an arteriovenous fistula...

Which is an abnormal channel
between the vessels.

Extremely high blood pressure results,
resulting in swelling of the veins.

Astrid: Until they rupture?
Walter: Not usually.

But then that's why we're here,
I imagine.

Don't. No, don't.

This building must be quarantined
immediately.

No one goes in or out.

I believe we have a contagion
on our hands.

They'll be trapped inside.

Quarantine the building,
agent Broyles.

I need to find out more about
the first victim, Peter.

The dutchman. If I can find out
where he came from, where he was...

Then I can begin to ascertain
what could have infected him.

- Walter, we don't know yet.
- Well, who was he coming to see?

Someone up there must know him,
know something...

Walter?

The CDC is here.

- You be careful up there, son.
- I will.

The CDC is here.

Walter, it's gonna be okay.

We should get to work.

Ames:
Why are the police holding us?

We're in the midst
of a virus contamination.

The centers for disease control
are here.

- Are you saying we're quarantined?
- For now. Yes.

What happened to Mike?

He was infected.

Is he dead?

He was the closest.
He was right over the guy.

You were there too,
next to the courier.

And Devon and Vincent.

- You got his blood on you.
- Why aren't they sick?

- How do you explain that?
- I don't know. It's just a matter of time.

They shut down the airflow.

I asked detective kassel
to take care of it. It's protocol.

In case the virus is airborne,
we don't want it to spread.

So I'm gonna need to separate you
into groups.

Those who were near vandenkemp...

If you could gather
in one of the boardrooms.

It's just as a precaution until we now
what this is and how it's being spread.

Come on, let's go.

Man: Agent Broyles.

Arnold McFadden, field director, CDC.

I understand
you've got two people up there.

Do we know whether this
is the result of bio-terrorism?

We're looking into that possibility,
but nothing yet.

- Agent: You wanted me?
- Let's get a team into the lobby.

Get blood work unden/vay.
Cut a two-block radius with barriers.

I'll need at least half a dozen
of those samples, young man.

- Excuse me, who are you?
- And take me to your centrifuge.

Agent Broyles.
Uh, Walter has been arrested.

Agent Broyles, thank god.
Please tell these men to release me.

He breached the security line.
Claims he's FBI but has no credentials.

I said I was a consultant.

Dr. Bishop works with us.

His son, Peter, is inside the building.

I need to get back to the lab.

I'm trying to determine
what pathogen I'm dealing with.

- I need a blood sample to work with.
- I understand your wanting to assist...

But I have experience
with pathogens...

And I was chairman of biochemistry
at Harvard...

And have little Patience
for small-minded bureaucrats.

Broyles: Walter.

That's not helping.

I'm sorry. We need more information.

My son tells me that
several people got blood on them...

From the infected man,
but only one of them died.

Why him? Why aren't the others
showing symptoms?

I must get back to my lab
and find out.

Broyles: No matter what
your impressions are of Dr. Bishop...

I assure you he's a valuable asset.

Hubert, you will escort Dr. Bishop
to his lab...

With a sample that you will not
let out of your sight.

Thank you. Thank you.
Well, quickly get your...

Pajamas off. Come on, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

I can't find the name vandenkemp
anywhere in this database.

Well, he must've been here
to see somebody.

- How far back did you go?
- Olivia: Two months.

They're all calling their families.

You wanna call your sister,
just let her know what's going on?

What do you make of this?

This guy, ames,
had two appointments this morning...

He cleared his calendar
last minute yesterday, but he's here.

That doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

That doesn't necessarily
not mean anything either.

Guys.

We have a problem.

What's happening to me?

Come on in here.

I want you to lay down...

And just try and rest and relax
as best you can, okay?

- Okay, I'm gonna get you some water.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Peter: I'll be right back.

So how much time
do you think she has?

I don't know.
The courier died maybe a half hour...

After giving vandenkemp cpr.

- She's sick.
- I'm afraid so.

- She didn't get any blood on her.
- You don't know that.

She was nowhere near him
when he died. We could all have it.

But we don't know that.

She was friends with the courier.
Maybe he infected her.

The fact is, we just don't know.
It's important that we all stay calm.

Can I talk to you in private,
Mr. Ames?

Okay, I know Mr. Vandenkemp
was here to see you.

Your schedule was rearranged yesterday
and your morning was cleared out.

Why was he here?

He came here to sell me information
from one of our competitors.

- What kind of information?
- He said it was from a reserve find.

Possible vandenkemp
came in contact with the virus there.

Do you know which oil reserve?
Which competitor was it?

He wouldn't say. All he said was,
"I have something to show you."

Something I would find very valuable.

He was supposed to be gone
before the staff came in this morning.

Well, where is it? The information.

I don't know.
He didn't have anything with him.

It's a very competitive business.
I know what I did breaks federal laws.

- I'd rather go to prison than die here.
- It may be too late...

To trade one for the other now,
Mr. Ames.

Radjan vandenkemp
was an oil consultant.

He arrived three days ago
on a flight from Dubai.

We've already contacted 174
of the 212 passengers on board.

- No one's shown signs of infection.
- Were you able to track his movements?

He was staying at a continental inn.
No symptoms reported there either.

Also no indication of information
he was selling.

Have you heard from Walter?
Has he identified the virus?

- Not yet. I'll let you know when I do.
- Okay.

Walter:
If we can isolate the strain...

We may be able to understand
this virus' personality.

Astrid: Personality?

- Walter, it's not a person.
- Centrifuge is over there.

No, viruses are not people, Astrid.

But they seem to have minds
of their own.

The rabies virus
can't survive in water...

So it inflicts its host
with a paralyzing fear of water.

- Walter, that sounds...
- Ha, ha. Trust me, I know how it sounds.

It's almost beyond belief.

The more we learn about viruses,
the more unbelievable they become.

They deny our definitions
of living and dead.

Their only function seems to be
to survive, to replicate...

And to use us as a vehicle to do so.

It's the folly of humans to believe
we're at the top of the food chain.

In truth, viruses are.

The strain won't isolate.
The sample was too fragile.

Damn it. I was afraid of that.

This is one piece of good news.

I believe the virus is not airborne.

Walter: If it were,
there would be many more people...

Showing signs of infection
in that building.

We need a better sample.

- Broyles have anything?
- No.

Whatever vandenkemp
was trying to sell, they can't find it.

- Were you able to get a hold of Rachel?
- No. I didn't try.

She went through all the stuff
with me in the hospital...

And she's still having nightmares
about me being dead.

What's the point in scaring her again?

We are gonna get out of this.

That is just like you.

Even now, you're protecting her.

I thought that was the point of having
people who care about you in your life.

To have someone to talk to
when you're scared.

She's out. The receptionist.

Peter.

- Dunham.
- What the hell is happening up there?

Peter, be careful.

We can't wait any longer.

- Get away from him now.
- I got his blood on me.

- If I wasn't infected, I probably am now.
- This is insane.

They're down there, we're up here,
and they're not sending anybody else up.

This is our last chance to figure out what
it was that he came here to try and sell.

Rental car keys.

Never take anything into a negotiation
that can land you in jail.

Always leave it in neutral territory.

The CDC is opening the briefcase now.

You said his car was found
in a garage nearby, yes?

- Underground?
- That's right.

I believe I have a hypothesis
as to how this virus behaves.

Go on.

The receptionist had a very different
reaction to the virus...

And I believe I know why.
This virus wants to spread itself...

But in order to do so,
it needs other organisms to infect.

Vandenkemp arrived alone
at the building...

And wasn't until he was in an office
full of people that he sprayed.

But having successfully infected
other people...

I believe that the virus now senses
that it's contained within the building...

And it wants to get outside
to continue spreading.

- The virus wants to get outside.
- Yes. Yes.

Doesn't that strike even you
as a bit farfetched?

No. The courier only spewed
as he approached the glass doors.

From what you said, the receptionist
showed an irrational desire...

To get outside,
and then she sprayed.

The virus compelled her
to leave the building.

It wanted to get outside.

- You're saying the virus made herjump?
- Yes. Yes, I believe so.

McFadden: Among other things in the
briefcase, we found a drill-core sample...

From an exploratory oil dig.

This is our virus.

McFadden: This sample was stolen
from solum oil corp.

By normal procedure, it would've been
stored in an airtight protective case.

Which suggests vandenkemp may have
removed it in order to smuggle it out.

Do those documents indicate
how far down it came from?

McFadden:
It came from 10 miles down.

Well, in that case...

I believe we're in the presence
of a 75,000-year-old terror...

One that might have been responsible
for wiping out the ice age mammals.

- Some things are meant to be left alone.
- Dr. Bishop, can you find a cure for it?

Maybe, in time.

But right now we need to keep
the safe people safe.

Now that I have an isolated sample,
I can produce a tox screen.

At least we can identify
who's been infected.

Robot:
Would diamond or emeralds do?

Woman:
Well, if they're large enough.

- Agent Dunham. Bill Hubert, CDC.
- Hi.

So, uh, how do you wanna do this?

Two groups, we divide alphabetically.

Okay, I can do that.

A through m's, if you come with me,
and the rest go with agent Hubert.

Call the state department...

And get approval
for a level 6 eradication.

Level6?

We don't know how to contain it.

If anybody on the outside
got infected...

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Guys.

Man: Thanks.

How are we doing in here?

We're just getting started.

Astrid: First up, Vincent ames.

How will I know?

If you're infected,
the solution will turn black.

Swab.

Please swab the inside of your cheek.

You're clear.

All right, next is Peter and then Olivia.

Ladies first.

Swap your cheek.

Walter: You're not infected.

Peter.

You're okay. You're okay.

Okay. Okay, next.

Okay.
Let's get this first group downstairs.

You guys, come with me. Let's go.

Agent: This is the first batch of
uninfected from both testing groups.

Fiona Norris.

Lauren nossel.

Glenn Paulson.

Vincent ames.

Olivia Dunham.

- Peter bishop.
- Wait, stop.

- He's bleeding. He's infected.
- Peter: I just have to get outside.

- Stop him. Get him away from the door.
- I just have to get outside.

I just have to get outside!

I'm infected?

I'm afraid so.

But I wasn't near anyone.

Steve. You need to come with me.

Olivia, please.
Please, you gotta open this door.

- Peter, I can't. You know that.
- Look at me. Just look at me. I'm fine.

- Just look at me.
- Peter.

Olivia. Olivia!

Amber. You're clear.

Olivia. We just finished
the tox screens.

Peter is infected.

Olivia: The test was wrong.
I don't know how, but...

But he's bleeding from his nose
and he's still in the building.

Okay.

What was that about Peter?

The Cambodian outbreak of '04?
Killed 7300 people...

Which could have been avoided if the
Chinese authorities had moved quicker.

That was level 4, this is classified
as 6. Right now, it's the only option.

Uh, they've finished the tox screens.

I heard. Eleven civilians infected
and your colleague. I'm sorry.

So, what do we do now?

Extract the rest of the ones
that tested negative.

The state department has authorized
us to have the army contain the rest.

- The army?
- Dunham.

It's the only way to make sure
the virus is eradicated.

There's a dozen people. You cannot tell
me that killing them is our only option.

Come with me.

Run it for her.

This model is based on just one
of those people getting out...

And infecting someone
on the outside.

This is two weeks from now.

We have no symptom blocker.
No cure.

What solution do you propose,
agent Dunham?

Walter. You can't take that off...

It doesn't matter.
The virus isn't airborne.

It's transmitted by bodily fluids,
blood, saliva.

Walter, we are going to figure this out.

Peter's gonna be fine.

It's time to go.

We're taking all non-infected personnel
out of the building now.

Astrid: Walter, we'll have to help Peter
from outside.

Come on, Walter. Let's go.

Astrid, where are you?

Walter won't leave.
He thinks he can come up with a cure.

Does he have any idea how to do that?

No, not yet.

Astrid, they're giving up.

The CDC doesn't wanna
risk contamination...

So they're planning on killing
everyone inside. You can't be in there.

Walter will figure something out.

- We're gonna be fine.
- Astrid...

- What did agent Dunham want?
- Nothing.

Help me drag this dutchman
into the kitchen.

There's a table in there and a sink.

Homo sapiens persevered
100 millennia ago...

So something
must have killed this virus.

Slower metabolism,
evolving blood types.

Unless this wretched virus
isn't organism-specific.

If I had an animal, a cat or a mouse...

No. No, no, no.
No, there's no time for that, of course.

Walter? What can I do?

I can't let Peter die again.

And he's going to.

They all will.

And there's nothing I can do about it.

Walter, do you remember
this morning?

What you said
at the science museum?

You said that Magellan set sail around
the world with a crew of 237 people.

Two hundred thirty-seven,
nearly all of whom died.

Yeah, but 18 of them didn't.

That's what you said, Walter.

Despite the odds,
18 of them came back to their families.

The rest died of scurvy,
a slow, horrific death.

Uncontrollable diarrhea.

Pustulous bleeding.

They all died.

Except we're still here.

Seventy-five thousand years ago,
the virus here wiped the planet clean...

But then life resumed.

So something must have killed it.

The active virus.

- Ash.
- Astrid.

No, ash.

The biggest volcanic eruption
for the last 25 million years.

It blocked out the sun.

Sulfuric ash rained down
all around the world.

Sulfur. Sulfur. That could be it.

- Where do we get sulfur?
- Open the fridge.

Now, tell me
what we got to work with.

There's diet soda. There's relish.
There's, uh... there's yogurt.

There's string cheese, horseradish...

Oh, horseradish! Horse... grab that.

The glycoside in horseradish
is high in sulfur.

If I'm right,
this should attack the virus.

Sulfide diluted to
four parts per million.

Then apply heat to catalyze the base.
One point five cc's should be enough.

Okay. I got it.

McFadden: After we've notified
the families of the deceased...

We'll release a statement:

The virus has been controlled. We don't
have any fear of a further outbreak.

- Walter found a cure.
- I'll call you back.

This is what he needs.

A sulfide base, neuraminidase blocker.

We'd need a chemical supply lab.

- The closest one's in Wellesley.
- Okay.

- Several hours to synthesize an antidote.
- Man: Let me out!

I'm sorry, we just don't have that long.
That glass isn't gonna hold much longer.

- What if we buy you time?
- What are you thinking?

Fentanyl gas.
Pump it inside the building...

Knock them out long enough
to synthesize a cure.

We could have a truck here
in 10 minutes.

No, it wouldn't disperse.
The ventilation system is down.

I can't risk any more of my people
to turn it on.

That's up to agent Broyles, not me.

You've got 15 minutes.

- After that, I can't take the chance.
- Yes, sir.

Broyles: Dunham,
the gas truck is here. What's your 20?

I'm in the elevator
proceeding to the parking garage.

Man:
You can't keep us in here! Aah!

Agent: Keep those valves open.

Listen, I'm here to help you.

Give me the gun, Olivia.

- Peter, they're gonna shoot you.
- They're going to kill us anyway.

The cure is out there.
They're lying to us.

And you locked me in here.

You betrayed me!

Stay down.

Dunham.

Agent Dunham, can you hear me?

- Agent Farnsworth.
- Astrid: Sir.

Is the ventilation system on?

No, sir, it's still off.
Olivia hasn't made it yet.

We have to move.

I gave you 15 minutes.

I understand you have
operational authority here.

There are people in there
that are family to me.

- Another 10 minutes.
- I'm sorry.

Agent:
The fans are on. You're a go.

-Here, put this on. —why?

Trust me.

You're gonna be okay, Peter.

Just rest, son.

Thank you.

All of you.

You feeling better?

Oliv... ahem.

I'm sorry.

You weren't yourself.

It's lucky for me that you were.

Inside, upstairs...

When you said,
"I can't let Peter die again"...

What did you mean by that?

Some things are meant to be left alone,
agent Farnsworth.