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Help me. Let me out.

Let me.. let me out.

Let me out!

Open the door!

Ah!

H1N1 trial 0697.

Approximate time of death: 0200 hours.

From initial exposure until full onset of symptoms,

confirm...

22 days, six.plus hours.

Still too slow.

You have to be reasonable, Mrs. Herring.

This strain's the most efficient one yet.

23 days is a lifetime, Doctor.

What I need is panic..

instant panic.

Anything the matter?

If it's a question of funding,

I'm sure others would find my compensation more than fair.

. We'll need another trial subject. . Done.

We need to expand the lab team.. more hands.

Whatever you need will be provided.

Make me a plague, Doctor.

Malcolm S. Burr?

Age 29; BS Biological Science,

Hopkins 2003;

dual degree.. MD.PhD 2007,

specializing in cytological abnormality and pathology.

Could say I spent enough time in school to earn my tenure.

Um, of course, that's not to say I don't have plenty of field experience.

If you read on, you'll notice my lab work in Mendoza, Argentina.

I was part of a social program

treating the infectious agents in the livestock.

Our team was actually one of the first to identify

the native H1N1 strain on the molecular..

Do you know what we do here, Dr. Burr?

As far as I'm aware, sir,

you're synthesizing an H1N1 vaccine.

. You're the good guys. . We're hired hands.

We do what we're told,

what we're paid to do.

Well, what you're doing here is very noble, Doctor.

I've been on this project now for almost a year.

This is grim, ugly medicine..

nothing noble about it.

With this record, you could go anywhere.

The industry is starving for young cell doctors like yourself.

With all due respect, Dr. Gravamen,

I've seen this disease at its worst.

And maybe I could have gone somewhere else or done something else,

but.. but I need to be here, Dr. Gravamen.

Late night for a...

big bad wolf to be out all alone.

Looking for a little love, Wolfie?

You know, Daddy says I shouldn't talk to strangers.

Then again, I got a lot of daddies.

Hello?

You shy or what?

Where am I?

Who are you?

Please.

My mother will wonder where I am, please.

. Oh. Good morning. . Morning.

Sorry, you startled me.

I'm usually the first one here, even before the doctor.

Well, I thought I'd get a head start.

. I couldn't sleep anyway. . First day?

Am I that obvious?

Um, just a little polished.

Meaning?

Well, the suit.

I mean, unless you intend on reading a eulogy later,

you might want to tone it down a little bit.

Been around here since the beginning,

when Mrs. Herring first commissioned the project after the outbreak.

I found it comforting to know

that benefactors were taking an interest in public health,

not just for profit but for the greater good.

How's the progress been going?

Slow.moving

but steady.

You know, H1N1 takes so many forms

that it's hard to predict what's next

. to form appropriate vaccines. . Yeah.

But we try. You know, we all try.

And Dr. Gravamen is a great man, you know?

So I've heard.

It's like what do we got to do to be appreciated?

As much time as I spend in this lab looking at microbes,

you'd think by now I'd have antenna growing out of my fucking ears.

Kenny, give it a rest.

No one wants to hear your whining in the morning.

Ha. What do you got to show for it, sunshine?

Getting up every day at 5:00 AM.

'Cause all I got is a savings account

that's dwindling almost as fast as this chair rash

that's growing on my ass.

Ugh! No one wants to hear that.

Do you? 'Cause I don't.

Oh, the biotech money to be made in the private sector.

I hear you, pal. I could finally get that Audi coupe I've been looking at.

You the new guy, the MD?

Appears so. Um, Malcolm Burr.

. Kenny Welchman. . Pleasure.

Never mind Francis.

He's just upset that his parents named him Francis.

I see you met our little tech Abby.

And, um, that's Cori.

Try not to listen to her. She's a product of public school.

. Morning, staff. . Good morning, Doctor.

. Doctor. . Nice to see you awake.

Dr. Burr, once you've changed, if you'd be so kind.

Of course.

As you know, after its initial outbreak in South America,

the native H1N1 virus has been largely contained.

Minus a body count well over 1,000.

Fair enough.

But rather than using native H1N1,

we focus our research on viral variants.

Human adapted strains.

. You're mutating the virus yourselves? . Precisely.

To provide vaccine before a more deadly strain emerges.

But predicting the random mutation of a hostile virus..

There's only a limited number of ways the virus can adapt

to recognize human receptors.

We presuppose those mutations.

ln synthesizing these variants in a controlled environment,

we generate vaccine stocks against possible viral mutation.

Contrary to what you may believe,

the most vicious H1N1 outbreak has yet to occur.

And when it does...

we'll have the solution.

Hey!

Anybody there? Hello?

Can anybody hear me?

Anybody?

Look, I'm sorry for whatever I did.

Just.. just let me out.

Hello!

Trial 0698:

female subject,

approximately 1 25 lbs,

sexually active.

Barring psychological profile, remains in good health.

Treatment yet to be decided.

My God.

This morning I was stocking the database,

observing recently manipulated mutant samples.

I came across an H1N1 version X

fresh off the gene.therapy assembly line.

And?

And? Well...

let's just say that in all my time in South America,

I never saw anything move this fast.

I mean, that virus was deadly, but this.. this..

It swallowed an entire host of T.cells

right before my eyes in real time.

A strain resistant to even the most potent antivirals.

. Version X? . It got me thinking:

what if.. what if in our effort to predetermine

H1N1's mutant variants, we create a strain that we can't control?

We've been over this. Your job here is to enact our methods,

. not question them. . Yes yes!

. But what if.. . What if what?

We have strict security measures..

a lockdown if necessary.

I'm just saying maybe we should look over those security measures.

. Double.check the inventories.. . Burr!

Your concerns have been noted, but already taken into account.

Of course, sir.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Don't get any ideas, Doctor.

A conscience is one thing a scientist cannot afford.

Jerron?

Yes, Doctor?

I think we've found what we've been looking for.

Yes, Doctor.

Who's that?

Just someone I used to know.

During your work abroad?

Yeah.

She was one of the first to get it bad.

When we admitted her,

we didn't.. we had no idea what was wrong.

We thought it was the common flu.

One day she was walking around with a baby girl...

the next she was flat on her back.

Even through residency, I..

it was the first time I'd ever seen anyone die.

I'm sorry.

It's.. the photo's just a reminder,

you know, of who we're trying to help.

What's at stake.

Yeah. Come on.

Let's get some food, huh?

Trial 0698,

continuous.

Administered sample:

version X, virus H1N1.

Hello?

What's going on?

Who are you? What are you..

what are you doing? Stop!

No don't! No no!

Please don't hurt me.

No! No!

No, please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt.. ah!

Trial 0698.

Administered sample: version X, virus H1N1.

Treatment successful.

Approximate time of first contact and infection:

1900 hours.

Based on the observed virus spread,

estimated life expectancy:

three days.

Get her off me!

No no no.

No no no! Don't!

Jerron, subdue the patient at all costs.

Do you hear me? At all costs.

Jerron,

that duct leads into the main lab.

She's entering the lab.

. See, look. Look. . God, you're foul.

Do you know how many germs you just put back in there?

. That's disgusting. . Go on, finish your story.

She's in the lab.

I'm taking somebody home tonight even if I have to use a U.Haul.

You know what I mean? Like she's gotta..

It's not funny. It's wrong.

You gotta eat what's on your plate.

I'm not gonna starve or go home by myself.

What the fuck?

You gotta help me.

You gotta help me!

. He's coming. . Hey. Hey, calm down.

. What's wrong? . He's coming.

. Who's coming? What's wrong? . He's coming!

. Who's.. . You have to hide me.

. Please hide me. . Hide you from who?

. Calm down. Who's coming? . Please hide me.

Subject has just entered the staff lounge.

. You have to hide me, please. . Hide you from who?

. Tell us what is going on. . What's wrong?

. Please! . Who's coming?

Ah! Stay the fuck away from me!

. Stay away from me. . Who the hell are you?

Stay the fuck away!

Please help me!

. Fuck me. . Oh God.

Oh shit.

What have you done? What have you done?

Malcolm, don't.

. Oh my God. . Oh shit.

Jerron, leave them and come back here at once.

At once!

Yes, Doctor.

Doctor?

Oh my fucking God.

I don't understand.

Herring residence.

Gravamen for Mrs. Herring.

Yes. One moment, Doctor.

What is it?

Mrs. Herring,

there's been an accident.

She's infected.

Oh shit.

Listen, Doctor, if you can't contain your patient

that's your own fault. These consequences are on you.

I assume full responsibility.

Now we've already lost one trial subject,

but there is a silver lining.

We've gained your staff.

If the sample is as strong as you suggest,

we'll soon be rid of the problem anyway.

Accidents do happen.

You know what you must do.

It'll be taken care of.

I grow tired of shortcomings, Doctor.

Now please, I must get back to my guests.

God forgive me.

What the hell's that?

What the hell is that? What's going on?

. They're shutting us in. . The lab's locking down.

We gotta get out of here!

. We can't just leave her. . Then you fucking stay.

. Come on, come on! . Abby, come on!

Please, Abby. Please.

We're in here!

We're in here! Come on!

Which way, Abby?

Abby, where's the exit?

Malcolm, we've.. we've tested the lockdown.

Fuck!

We're in here!

You gotta let us out.

It's secure, Malcolm. There's no way out.

No.

Trial continuous..

administered sample:

version X, virus H1N1.

Estimated life expectancy:

three days.

. It's too tight. . Okay.

. Yeah. . There. Okay.

Guys, I don't feel right.

I mean, I'm really cold but I can't stop sweating.

Kenny, will you pass her the blanket?

Yeah.

. Ready? . Mm.hmm.

Doctor? Doctor, are you there?

Can you hear me?

It's Vox.

Doctor, I know you're there.

Get rid of him.

Respond.

Jerron.

Jerron, I need to speak to Dr. Gravamen.

I'm sorry, Dr. Vox.

The good doctor is indisposed at the moment.

All right then. Whatever the hell that means.

Look, I need you to get me out of here.

Just open the lab doors long enough for me to sneak out.

Whatever the hell you guys have planned,

I don't need to be a part of it.

Just as long as I'm taken care of.

Regretfully,

Mrs. Herring has no plans

of opening the lockdown.

Plans?

Fuck her plans!

You tell Mrs. Herring that I'm in here.

She'll listen to you.

Tell her whatever she paid me,

I'll give it back.

You just tell her.

Mrs. Herring is extremely appreciative

of your sacrifice, Dr. Vox.

My sacrifice?

You listen, you cold.blooded asshole.

This is your fault,

not mine!

I'm an asset.

I'm dependable. I am the eyes and ears in here

looking out for that bitch's affairs, not you!

You're just the hired guns

coming in blazing.

Now you get those doors open.

I apologize, Dr. Vox,

but this transmission is over.

Jerron?

Jerron!

Jerron?

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Jerron!

Okay, you're done.

You're next.

No way, Burr.

Nobody's pricking me with anything.

I feel fine. Fuckin' aces.

How's it look?

. Anything? . Nada.

Not a damn thing.

Wireless is dead too.

CPUs just keep roving and roving.

The shutdown scrambled the system.

All the outside lines are dead.

It is so cold in here.

Jesus.

Give me good news, Burr.

Tell me these shakes I got are just my nerves.

Sorry.

What's the damage?

After analyzing our blood samples,

I have to conclude that we've all been infected

with a particularly aggressive viral mutation.

The same strain of H1N1 I observed the other day.

Oh shit.

How nasty is it?

It's fast,

both airborne and blood.borne.

Though minus the sample from Francis, it's already in our blood..

all of us,

mutating.

Christ Almighty.

How long do we have?

I can't be sure.

But according to my observational report,

a healthy human host

has approximately...

three days.

Five at most.

We're fucked.

We're all fucked.

No. No we're not. We're not.

I mean, come on. There's got to be something that we can do.

I mean, we've been working on these vaccines for all of these strands

from the very beginning. Right? Right?

We have speculative antivirals.

We have high.dose inhaler cocktails

that can stop the on.spread.

Um, we empty out the fridges.

We use everything we have to formulate a proper vaccine.

I just wish we could get in touch with the doctor. I wish there was some way..

What the hell is wrong with you all?

Dr. Gravamen would know what to do. He always knew what to do.

Open your eyes! Those doors are closed.

Nobody is coming for us.

Not Gravamen, not anyone!

We're in here alone.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

The girl.

What about her?

She must have come out of some rabbit hole, right?

Start pumping the antivirals. Test any vaccine we've got.

I'm gonna crawl through and see what I can find.

No no, I don't like this.

There've already been too many surprises.

I think we should stick together. We shouldn't separate.

I'll go with you.

Ladies first.

Please, after you.

They'll tell them everything, Doctor.

Doesn't matter.

Hmm.

Cruel to let the rats run the maze

when there is only dead ends.

Must be an auxiliary lab.

You ever seen it before?

No.

My God.

Malcolm, don't.

Is he alive?

Cardiac repression,

uh, blood loss, shock.

Been dead about six to eight hours.

Help. Help me.

I need a fluid lV and an injection of antivirals, STAT!

Move it, people! Move!

. What's wrong with him? . He's infected.

We starting a club? We're all fuckin' infected.

No idea how long he's been alone without food or water

in isolation. Where's that shot, Abby?

. Where's that shot? . Coming up.

. Hold him! . Shit! Shit!

Oh my God!

The vaccine.. vaccine.

The vaccine?

Find the doctor.. Gravamen.

Gravamen!

. Jesus Christ. . It can't be.

No.

No no no! Help me stabilize him!

. Shit! . Help me stabilize him!

Hold him down!

Oh God.

You got another one of those?

Countless.. countless hours of research.

And all thinking that we're working for some better good.

If Gravamen has had a vaccine,

what have we been doing here this whole time?

You can't believe what that guy said.

It could have been brain aneurysms or shock.

It must be nice living in the dark, Abby.

Face it, Gravamen's out there just counting the time.

Waiting for us to rot.

We have more control than you may think.

The virus isn't in the streets.

It's not in the cities or the countryside.

It's in here.. it's in you; it's in me; it's in all of us.

. Spit it out, Burr. . The virus is a weapon.

Like nothing I've ever seen.

And personally, I'm not ready to lie down

and allow a worldwide pandemic.

We burn this place

from the inside.

. What? . Shit, Burr.

Burn down the lab? You're losing your fucking mind.

There's more than enough combustibles here to do it.

It is absolutely feasible.

Oh yeah! It's fuckin' genius.

Why don't we all just kill ourselves?

With none of the antivirals taking effect,

we're already living on borrowed time.

We do this now.. make it right.

No. If Gravamen's got a vaccine,

maybe there's a chance. All we have to do..

Don't you understand? It doesn't matter what Gravamen has!

He's out there and we're in here.

He's out there

and we're in here.

What?

. He's out there... . What? What is it?

...and we're in here. He's out there and we're in here.

Yeah, I heard you.

I knew it was just a matter of time

before we all went a little batshit crazy.

The lockdown happened immediately without any relay.

Where was Gravamen? How did he know?

. What are you saying? . He's watching us.

Here.

An eye in the sky.

No, can't be.

He put cameras in the wall?

Sick motherfucker! You see me Gravamen?!

You see this? You sick motherfucker.

Francis! Francis! Francis.

. Get off me! . It's all right.

Get off me! Get off me!

Blow it out your ass, fucking Welchman!

Get off me!

As for the rest of you, do whatever you want.

You can suck Malcolm's shoes for all I care.

Just count me out.

Fuckin' idiots.

They want to give up and set themselves on fire.

ldiots!

Doctor?

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

I picture you watching me, but it just doesn't make sense.

You were always so kind.

A kindness you can see in the eyes.

It's my sister's birthday this week.

She's turning 18.

She's supposed to come visit me,

maybe look at campuses.

I haven't even thought about her.

I talk about you with my family, you know?

All the work we're doing.

They keep asking me to move home.

I tell them, ''No no.''

''The doctor needs me.

I'm making a difference.''

Abby?

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I usually don't do this.

It's just..

I just thought he was a good man.

I just feel so stupid.

You didn't do anything wrong, Abby.

I trusted him.

We all did.

He fooled every one of us.

Right now we have to do what's right.

Malcolm.

I don't want to die.

What is it...

about a person's mechanics

that makes them so desperate

when cornered?

So dramatically

unpredictable?

That's what pleases me

about you...

Doctor.

You.. you are reliable.

I believe I admire that.

Little help.

We don't need no water. Let the motherfucker burn.

This should be enough fireworks.

This is flammable.

Kenny, what are we doing?

Look at this.

You tell me we're doing the right thing, Kenny.

The right thing?

I don't know what the right thing is.

This is something.

Gravamen's watching us, right?

So he's not going to let us burn this place down..

all the work we've done.

He's gonna see this, he's gonna open the doors

and we're gonna be out of here, okay? I'm getting out of here.

You're coming with me. Yeah.

I don't want to be here.

Kenny, I want to go home.

I don't want to go out like this. This is insane.

You look like shit.

Stupid.

It'll be okay.

Gravamen!

Gravamen!

Gravamen!

I should have known you were watching us.

Are you paranoid?

You should be, you stupid bastard.

All the nooks and crannies in this bunker..

they're perfect for your secrets.

Secrets I helped you hide!

I see you.

You know I never liked you.

Something about those beady little eyes.

And I knew..

I knew that this was gonna be bad.

What are you doing, Doctor?

And those fucking idealists in there..

Malcolm,

fucking Abby.

They don't account for scumbags like you

and me.

But you got me.

You got me!

That says something.

Now I'm talking to ghosts.

Gravamen!

Fascinating.

Gravamen!

Cori?

Gravamen!

It's too late! Gravamen!

Oh my God. Cori.

Listen, hang on.

No.

I'm sorry, man.

Stay with me, Francis!

No, baby.

Please, no.

Oh God, Francis.

Hold on, Francis.

Come on, Francis.

It's faster, Abby.

It's faster than I thought.

Oh God.

Oh no.

Doctor?

Yes?

Madame?

Ah, good morning, Jerron,

my most loyal compatriot.

How's my little experiment coming along?

Progressing very well, Madame.

There have been five casualties already.

Five?

So fast.

Gravamen and his worker bees have outdone themselves.

By the look of the others,

we may expect

a complete body count in the coming days.

Ah. Excellent, Jerron.

That's excellent news

on an excellent morning.

But there has been a complication.

lsn't there always?

The karma of good news and its backlash.

It appears the good doctor has surprised me,

deviating from his typical behavioral pattern.

Gravamen.

What headache has he cooked up for me now?

He has taken it upon himself

to override the lockdown, Madame.

He what?

He is in the lab.

Jerron, listen very carefully.

With a virus strain this fast and effective, the work is done.

Gravamen and any others are immediately expendable.

I give you full warrant to dispatch of them any way possible.

Don't let anyone out of that lab, Jerron.

You understand?

Of course, Madame.

Kenny.

No.

You son of a bitch, you let them die!

Same as pulling a trigger or dragging a knife across our throats.

. She had a plan, Malcolm. . Who had a plan?

Danita Herring, my benefactor.

You think I wanted this?

. I'm just a doctor. . Bullshit.

. What about the girl? . Just a trial subject.

Trial subject? A guinea pig.

I'm just doing what I was told,

what I was paid to do.

I hope you were paid well.

You pig.

Years ago, after H1N1 first hit,

I developed an angel antidote..

an inhibitor that not only stopped the production of the virus,

but also caused it to literally destroy itself.

But the epidemic had slowed,

so she commissioned me to mutate the virus

into something uncontrollable..

fast, a horror.

A horror you were going to unleash on the public!

Danita wanted the world desperate.

She wanted them terrified, frenzied.

She would be hailed as a savior.

She would be a hero.

She'd make millions.

Billions, Malcolm, billions.

So that's what we've been doing.

That's what we've been doing this entire time.

We're nothing but pawns for a rich woman's sick scheme.

I'm sorry, Abby. I'm so sorry.

Don't you dare.

You used us.

I found myself doing things.

I heard myself saying things. I'm weak.

I couldn't watch you, Abby, suffering.

The antidote, where is it?

She keeps it in a medical facility

not more than 10 miles from here.

So we still have time.

We release the antidote before Herring has a chance

to unleash it on the world.

How can we trust what he says?

Good God in heaven.

Hey, Doc.

So nice you could join the party.

How rude of me.

It's not like we have a choice.

Ah ah ah ah.

Oh no.

Will he listen to you?

Hardly. He's Herring's wind.up toy.

Tsk tsk, Doctor.

You disappointed your employer.

Step aside, Jerron. Herring's already got what she needs.

The virus is already as strong and deadly as it will ever be.

Where are you running off to then?

Making trouble?

There's no need for anyone else to die, Jerron.

On the contrary, Doctor.

You are as expendable

as all the others.

I'm not afraid of you, Jerron.

I know what you are.

Do you?

I wonder at times when I watch you

what makes you act.

What it feels like to hurt.

To know death is close.

Rattling.

So delicate,

so fragile,

your bodies...

your sex...

quivering, rotting.

Don't touch her!

Malcolm.

ln a way,

I believe I envy you.

You sense your end, your mortality.

At this moment

you were never more alive

on the eve of death.

You're not.. you're not human.

Sadly.

Pity, isn't it, Doctor?

ln death,

they're not so colorful.

Just do it.

Do it already.

Ahh!

I believe I envy you.

So vulnerable. So fragile.

At this moment...

you are in the moment.

You were never more alive.

You sense your end, your mortality.

Mortality.

I see it

when I watch you.

What it feels like to hurt.

To know death is close.

Rattling.

Danita Herring.

How'd you get in here?

We found your little stash, Mrs. Herring.

Who are you?

Gravamen's vaccine works wonders.

ln the right hands, it's worth a fortune.

Do I know you?

No.

No, you don't.

But we know you.

Where am I?

Let me out of here.

I demand you let me out of here at once.

What do you want? I'll give you anything.

No.

No.

You can't do this to me! Please.

Please please.

Please please.

Please.

You can't.