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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.