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Wow. What'd you do?
Spend the night sake-bombing?

It's a cold, Tony.

-Sake-bombing?
-Oh, come on, Kate.

Don't tell me
you've never heard of sake-bombing.

Would I ask if...

Forget it. I don't want to know.

You take a cup of hot sake.
You drop it in a beer.

You toss it back and...

-Sake-bombing.
-Great for a cold.

I'll stick to honey and hot tea, thanks.

McGee, Kate's never been
sake-bombing.

Yeah, I don't think I have, either.

-I work with a pair of wankers.
-And you make three, DiNozzo.

-Morning, boss.
-Good morning.

-Cold or flu?
-Just plain cold.

Don't worry.
I will sneeze into my tissues,

-unlike some people.
-I have allergies, Kate.

Never had allergies. Never had a cold.

-Never had a cold?
-Nope. Never had the flu, either.

Why do I believe that?

If you were a bug,
would you attack Gibbs?

-I get colds all the time.
-Of course you do, probie.

This one is just addressed
to "NCIS Special Agent."

I think that's mine, McGee.

How do you know?

I recognise the lips and the scent.

Gummy bears?

We've opened a letter
with white powder.

Use the southeast corridor
to the holding room.

You all know the drill.

Tony!

Letter opened in
Special Agent Gibbs' office

dispersed a fine white powder.

Initiating bio-attack procedures.
Third floor is evacuating.

McGee, are you up on procedures?

Yeah, we shower, burn our clothes,
get our blood tested.

Nobody leaves the building
until the substance is identified except...

Lucky me!

I win a free trip to Bethesda
to be pricked like a pin cushion.

They've shut down the air.
Let's hit the showers, Tony!

I thought you'd never ask.

Sorry, boss.

Who would send me a letter
with anthrax?

Pick a girl, Tony. Any girl.

-It's not funny, Kate.
-Yeah, I know.

-This is serious.
-I know, Tony. I'm sorry.

This very instant

somebody is incinerating
my Ermenegildo Zegna suit,

my Armani tie,

my Dolce e Gabbana shirt
and my Gucci shoes!

-You know, it might not be anthrax.
-I like the sound of that, probie.

Yeah, it could be smallpox,
bubonic plague, cholera...

Probie!

Foot powder, face powder,
talcum powder.

Honey Dust!

-Honey Dust?
-Honey Dust!

I give it to girls... Women. Sorry, Kate.

I give it to women at Christmastime.

Very sensuous.
You apply it with a feather.

-You don't use the whole chicken?
-I never heard of Honey Dust.

Yeah, that's 'cause your mother
raised you to respect women, McGee.

It makes a woman's skin
feel silky smooth.

When kissed, it tastes like honey.

Got a box of Honey Dust last Christmas.

No card.

I think the post office screwed up, boss.

Someone else got your bottle of Jack,
and you got the...

Hey! Doesn't the post office
irradiate our mail?

Yeah, that's right.

All Federal mail is funnelled

through the lon Beam facility
in Bridgeport, New Jersey.

If it has DNA, it dies.

The diseases that you named,
they have DNA?

-They do.
-You should have let him squirm.

Then it's no worries.

Unless the post office
screwed up again!

You should have
given the letter to me, McGee.

I know, boss.

It's not McGee's fault.
Tony snatched it out of his hand.

-So now it's my bad?
-You did grab it, Tony.

Lame excuse, probie.
You should have stopped me.

Where do you think you're going?

To find out who sent the letter.

You cannot leave autopsy.
It's negative pressure,

so airborne pathogens can't
contaminate the rest of the building.

Ducky, I have been scrubbed, sanitized,
for all I know, sterilized!

I have an investigation to open!

I have a possible contagion to contain.

Until your blood test clears you,

I cannot permit you to leave this room.

-Who opened the envelope?
-He did.

-No, no, no! It wasn't me!
-I'm just kidding. I'm your pin cushion.

-Did you inhale any powder?
-I might have.

We took blood. Jimmy?

Yeah. Four blood vials on ice to go.

It's a cold.
I had it before I came in this morning.

Which makes you even more
susceptible to airborne pathogens.

-You should go to hospital, too.
-Oh, no.

-Kate, play it safe. Go with Tony.
-That's safe?

How long are we going
to have to stay in isolation?

-At least overnight.
-Do you have double beds?

‘Cause I hate it when you get
that crease. You push the two...

-If I get anthrax, how will you feel?
-Not as bad as you, DiNozzo.

Let's go.

-I'm warning you, DiNozzo.
-Yeah?

-I do not feel well, okay?
-You need to relax.

-You need a foot massage.
-I don't want you anywhere near my feet.

-You have pretty feet.
-I don't want you touching my feet.

You don't feel well, I feel...

-So, how long to Atlanta?
-Less than an hour.

Your music's sweet.

So are you.

Whew!

Talk to Mama.

I didn't take you
for the cheerleader type, Abby.

Oh, I'm not. Grammy taught me that.

She was an Olympic swimmer.

Won the silver
in the 200-metre butterfly.

What does swimming have to do
with cartwheeling?

Nothing.

-I don't understand.
-You can't think logically with Abby.

Her mind operates
like a pachinko machine.

What was the powder, Abby?

White. With a hint of tan.

Abs!

Well it's all I know
until my baby speaks to me.

I'm auto-sampling for anthrax, botulism,

plague, cholera,
all those nasty little bio-buggers.

-How long?
-A couple hours.

I thought you said these tests were fast.

It's not a pregnancy test, Gibbs.

-You should drink more water.
-Tony.

-Your urine's too dark.
-I have a cold.

I can't believe
you're commenting on my... Ew!

Neither can I.

Dr Brad Pitt.

Yes, it's my real name,
and no, we're not related.

Wish we were.
Love to meet Angelina Jolie.

If I said what he said
you would...

...elbow me.

Well, it's not the Four Seasons,
but let's hope you're not here long.

-Negative pressure?
-Air can flow in, but not out.

I'd like you to meet
Lieutenant Emma Ingham,

your duty nurse for tonight.

Hi, guys. How are you?

As a precaution, I'm starting
your prophylaxis with streptomycin.

Prophylaxis is a measure taken
for the prevention of disease, Tony.

That's why I use them.

Oh, you don't want
to encourage him, Lieutenant.

Sorry.

-Take any bed you want, you guys.
-Thank you, Nurse Emma.

But it's prudent
to keep some separation

in case one of you has been infected.

-Thank you, Doctor!
-Brad.

-We're informal here.
-Kate.

-These things sunlamps, Brad?
-UV Kills the bacteria in the air,

although I can arrange for a sunlamp,
if you wish.

Oh, not for me.

-It's for Kate.
-What?

Yeah, a little nude sunbathing
might get rid of those tan lines.

Doctor, could you
put him to sleep, please?

-Bye, Nurse Emma.
-Bye.

Swak?

It's "sealed with a kiss," Gibbs.

Didn't you ever get a love letter?

Does a "Dear John" count?

Aaaw. I feel sorry for you, Gibbs.

Is there a return address?

"27 Old Mill Bottom Road,

"Annapolis, Maryland."

-McGee, you got that?
-Got it.

-I just wish I had my PDA.
-Use Ducky's.

Agent Gibbs, sir,
Dr Mallard doesn't have...

Requisition replacement cell phones
and weapons for my team. Go!

-Pistols?
-Well, no, Palmer.

Crossbows if you think
they might work better.

-Cancelled stamp?
-Noon yesterday, Annapolis.

Open it!

Normally I would request a please,

-but considering the situation...
-Boss, I can't find Ducky's PDA.

McGee, it's a pad and a pencil!

-Oh, beautiful calligraphy.
-Beautiful paper.

It must be 32-pound cotton rag.

Abby, does that mean you can trace it?

The watermark will tell me
where it was made,

when it was made and who sold it.

The person that sent this
may as well have signed it.

You know, there was a time
when every young woman of breeding

was taught calligraphy.

And my mother still tries,
but her hand shakes so that

even I can't read all her missives.

Can you read this missive, Ducky?

Oh, yes. It's perfectly legible.

-I think he means read it out loud.
-Oh, sorry. Of course.

"If you are reading this

"and have not initiated
biological attack procedures,

"I suggest you do so immediately

"since the powder dispersed

"by opening this envelope
contains genetically altered

"Y. pestis."

Which is Latin for what?

Plague!

The powder in that envelope
carries bubonic plague?

Pneumonic is more likely.

-There's more than one?
-Oh, there are three, actually.

But pneumonic is by far
the most dangerous

since it can be spread simply
by breathing the Y. pestis particles.

Tony must have breathed in some of it.

It may not be alive.

Y. pestis needs a host or moisture
for it to survive more than a few hours.

Plus it was irradiated
when it went through the mail, boss.

I got Honey Dust for Christmas, McGee.

I'll narrow my test
to pneumonic Y. pestis.

If I can isolate the strain,

then Bethesda can hit it
with a specific antibiotic.

Yeah, well, that may not help.

It says here,
"I have genetically altered the Y. pestis

"to render it impervious
to antimicrobials."

That bitch! She created a strain
that antibiotics can't whack.

-Ducky, give Bethesda a heads-up.
-Right.

A swak does not mean
that this bitch couldn't be a bastard!

You're so right, Gibbs.
I have this friend who's a transvestite.

Her lips could outswak Angelina Jolie's.

Remember, McGee?
You met her at my birthday party.

Yeah, the low-cut red dress

with the built-in plastic...

-I saw that, Gibbs.
-Read, or you'll feel it.

-Not while you're down there.
-What?

"However, there is an antidote..."

She made a magic bullet.

"...which, if administered
within 32 hours of infection,

"will eradicate the disease.

"To procure the antidote,
NCIS must make public

"the true results reported in

-"Dossier R-0377."
-McGee, pull up the file.

-Yeah, Romeo-0377. On it, boss.
-Is that it?

That's all she wrote.

It's gilded inside.

I can see the swak through...

We have a moisture strip in here.

Yeah, keeping the bug alive
until the letter is opened.

-Afraid so, Gibbs.
-Check the cancelled stamp, Abs!

One way to get around
postal irradiation,

to not use the post office.

I spoke with a Dr Brad Pitt.

-You're kidding.
-No, that's his name.

He made a point to stress that
he is not related in any way to the actor.

Hey, did you hear
when Brad and Jen split up...

Abby!

Gibbs, I can't until I can put this
under a microscope.

And I can't do that until
NCID gives me approval to irradiate.

Okay, which will be when?

The Navy is sending a sample
to Atlanta.

It should be there, well, now.

And then it'll be 12 hours
for DNA confirmation.

-Duck, what's the incubation period?
-A day at most.

-How long until it kills?
-Well, not very long, I'm afraid.

In the 14th century,
the novelist Boccaccio wrote

that plague victims
had lunch with their friends

and dinner with their ancestors
in paradise.

-McGee, where's the file?
-Boss, I cannot access it...

Ducky, we're coming up!

No, we've already been
through this, Gibbs!

You can't!

-You know what this feels like?
-I'm afraid to ask.

-Like I'm the king of cool.
-Elvis?

Elvis was the king of
rock and roll. Travolta is the king of cool.

Well thanks for the clarification.

And do you know
why I feel like Travolta?

I feel a movie coming on.

The Boy in the Plastic Bubble.

Travolta plays this boy
born with an immune deficiency.

This is before AIDS.

He lives in this giant plastic bubble.

Tony. Tony, please.

We're stuck here together.

Could we just make a pact?

Until we're out,

I won't make fun
of all the stupid things you say,

and you won't tell me
any more film scenarios.

-Deal?
-Deal.

Thank you.

-Emma.
-Yes?

You may find this of interest.

You look pretty without the mask,
by the way.

Ralph Bellamy plays the doctor.

And Ralph Bellamy was this great,
old-time actor.

He was in His Girl Friday
with Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell.

I cannot believe
that Gibbs broke protocol!

-He didn't.
-He left autopsy.

But not isolation.

-McGee.
-Yeah.

You use Abby's computer
to access that case file!

-On it.
-Okay.

Abby, pull surveillance videos
from the squad room.

Everything from 2300 last night
when I left

until McGee came in this morning.

-You've got to get a life, Gibbs.
-Last thing I need is another wife.

Life. You got to get a life.

Boss! Boss, I found the file.
It's a rape case.

Get the investigating agent down here.

I can't. It was Pacci.

-Put it up on the plasma, McGee!
-Okay!

Sarah Lowell. Age 21 . Senior at Vassar.

Raped February 10, '01,
at the Admiral's Bay Hotel in Annapolis.

Surely you remember the case, Jethro.

The maid found the poor girl naked,

tied to the bed
two days after she was raped.

Duck, contact Cassie Yates in Norfolk.
Tell her what happened.

-I need her help.
-Yeah, good idea.

Gibbs!

I thought Cassie
was working narcotics suppression.

Four years ago,
Cassie was Pacci's probie.

"The victim was visiting Annapolis

"to register for
an advanced study programme

"at Saint John's."

Police had the case for three days
before they called us in.

-They found a Navy suspect?
-A dozen of them.

Firsties were partying at the hotel
the night of the assault.

-Firsties?
-Academy seniors.

They just got their fleet assignments
and... Are you scanning?

Gibbs, I can multitask!
I can listen to you.

I can scan the video.
I can rub my tummy and...

DNA testing cleared them,
closed our investigation.

And someone wants it reopened.

McGee! Call Annapolis PD.
I want their file on this case.

I spoke to Cassie.
She remembers the case.

She'll be here in 15 minutes.

-From Norfolk?
-No, Anacostia.

She's working a drug sting.

Boss. Boss, I can't call.
They're not going to be able to hear me.

-I'm gonna use the computer.
-Gibbs!

Look who else doesn't have a life.

Tony came back around midnight.

He does his best work at night.

So he tells us.

There's Tony leaving.

That's Ben, the mail boy. He didn't do it.

-Why not?
-He's a vegan.

-Hitler was a vegan.
-Hitler was a vegetarian.

Big difference.

Vegans are so against cruelty

they won't even use cosmetics
tested on animals.

Abigail, could Y. pestis be altered

-to withstand irradiation?
-No way.

Altered or not, it's still a living organism.

Could the gilding in the envelope
protect it?

It would have to be
at least 10 mils thick.

And this is barely one.

Abby, I do not want to hear
any more "uh-ohs."

Sorry. But this swak
didn't bleed through.

There's another one inside.

Get that letter out here
where you can examine it!

Gibbs, I told you!
I have to wait for Atlanta to...

-Any doubt it's pneumonic plague?
-No, but...

Then no "buts"! Okay?

We're losing time. Kill those bugs!

Now!

Think they really zap bugs?

-What?
-These blue lights.

Are you serious?

Ever heard of a placebo, Kate?

Tony, placebos are administered
for a psychological effect.

Precisely.
How do you know these lamps

aren't there to make us think
they're helping?

Maybe because they're there to Kill
whatever bugs we breathe into the air!

You may have a point.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Kate, come on.

Me? Afraid?

You ever seen me afraid?

Well, not when the danger is something
that we can confront.

But all we can do here is lie around
and hope that we're not infected.

Now who's afraid?

Anyone with half a brain.

I take that back.

You're not afraid.

All the blood cultures
came back negative

except for Special Agent DiNozzo's.

He's infected with Y. pestis.

-Damn it, Abby! How much longer?
-Gibbs!

Patience is not your virtue, is it?

Look at the plasma.

Mouldy bread.

It's a Y. pestis microbe
from the powder in the letter.

This is the Y. pestis as the human race
has known it for half a millennium.

The strain of the plague
they fight with antibiotics.

The one in the letter has blue tips.

It's been genetically altered
to resist antibiotics.

You catch that,
you're stuck in the Dark Ages,

which personally I wouldn't mind
until it killed me.

This wasn't whipped up
in your local meth house.

No, this took a hot molecular biologist
and a big-buck lab

to make this bio-weapon.

Oh, my baby's calling.

I ran a mass spec on the swak.

You're analysing lipstick
instead of the letter?

Well, I figured
anyone who's into calligraphy

has got to wear esoteric lipstick.

And since all lipsticks are tested
by the FDA...

-You'll identify the brand.
-Yeah.

If it's as rare as I think it is,
I can find out who sold it.

Oh, yeah, that's good thinking, Abs.

-What?
-Good thinking, Abby!

I don't know, Gibbs! I can't hear you!

It must be the helmet on your head!

-Good thinking!
-Not nice, Gibbs. Not nice.

This is weird. All the basics are there.

Wax, oil, eosin dye, titanium dioxide,

but they're in such low levels...

What is that?

The reason the Y. pestis
survived postal irradiation.

Seventy-two percent of the lipstick
is pure lead.

A lead swak
on the outside of the envelope.

Lead swak on the inside.

In between, Y. pestis on a moisture pad.

-This is one smart bitch.
-Wash your mouth out with purple soap.

Cassie! Wow!

Are you suppressing drugs
or selling them?

Working undercover.

Everything I'm wearing is confiscated,
even the La Perla underwear.

-Nice.
-Gibbs! Is that you playing Teletubby?

-This the anthrax letter?
-No, it's not anthrax. It's plague.

Thank God.
Anthrax scares the hell out of me.

-May 1?
-Yeah.

I know this return address.

Back-tracked it to
the Admiral's Bay Hotel, Annapolis,

-where the girl was raped.
-Gibbs!

Gibbs, all the blood tests
came back negative except...

Tony.

Get it off!

-Is he sick yet?
-Well, not outwardly.

But the doctor says
his temperature's elevating.

The Y. pestis is attacking
his pulmonary system.

-Hi, Cassie.
-Hey, Ducky.

How far are we
into this 32-hour window?

Too far. Tony will begin coughing soon.

When his sputum becomes bloody,
he'll only have a few hours to live.

-Abby, get that damn letter out of there!
-I'm getting it.

This is too easy, Gibbs.

Custom paper
and calligraphy that's traceable.

A gene-altering bio-attack.

You know who sent it?

No, but I know
who they want us to think sent it.

Bedtime snack, Brad?

IV drip increases
the efficacy of streptomycin.

They teach you "efficacy"
at Harvard Medical?

Michigan.

-Can't be. It's too weird.
-Why, are you a Wolverine, too?

Buckeye!

-Wait, you're that DiNozzo?
-Yeah.

'92, Columbus?

-We kissed our sisters.
-Thirteen-thirteen tie.

You broke your leg in the fourth quarter.

You broke my leg in the fourth quarter.

Oh, my God.

They're going to
start bonging beers next.

-I don't think so.
-Oh, no, you don't know Tony.

He epitomizes sophomoric.

His blood test came back positive.

-Positive?
-You're okay.

He's the only one infected.

So you didn't feel like an old man
on spring break?

Are you kidding?

Co-eds love a mature man

who can bong a beer
in under six seconds.

Well, that leaves me out.

So tell me, Doc. What have I got?

Pneumonic plague.

Plague?

-Plague.
-Yeah, Tony. Plague!

Because only you would go off
and get a disease from the Dark Ages!

-I didn't put plague in the letter.
-You opened it!

Yeah, so I opened it.
What are you so upset about?

It's not like you're lying...

Yeah, that's right, Travolta.

I'm infected, too.

Oh, Kate. I'm sorry.

-Well, you're going to be sorrier.
-No, don't tell me Gibbs got it.

Oh, no, no. Just us.
But I am going to make your life hell!

How? You can't be worse than plague.

Maybe you can.

-Maybe she can.
-I'm warning you, DiNozzo.

You know,
I recall a couple of plague flicks.

I'm gonna tell Emma
all of your dating tricks.

Flesh & Blood comes to mind.

Paul Verhoeven directed.
Rutger Hauer starred.

Tony thinks that speaking Italian
turns women on.

Obviously you never saw

Jamie Lee Curtis in
A Fish Called Wanda.

-Kate?
-I know. You want to start my IV.

If I catch your cold
I'm gonna be very pissed.

She'll be okay, right?

-Hey, McGee.
-Yeah.

Special Agent Yates
needs your computer.

-Cassie!
-Hey, McGee.

-Can I sit in?
-Yeah, yeah, sure.

Boss, Cassie and I had parking spaces
next to each other at Norfolk.

Why are you yelling at me, McGee?

So you can hear me
through your...helmet?

The blood tests were negative.

-Sweet.
-Not for DiNozzo.

Positive? Is he gonna be okay?

If he isn't, he'll be answering to me.

-Almost there.
-No.

Cassie, I already downloaded
the NCIS report

-from the rape investigation.
-My notes are in my training file.

I was only a probie,
but Pacci had me interview Sarah.

Well, yeah.
You're a female, about the same age.

Easier to talk to you
than it is a male agent.

It didn't help.
She couldn't remember a thing.

Traumatic amnesia.
Not unusual for rape cases.

If she had amnesia,
who accused the midshipmen?

-Her mother. Recognise her?
-Vaguely familiar.

-How about in this photo?
-Good God, yes.

That photo was on every front page
in the world.

She was more famous than Hanoi Jane.

Blow that up.
Get closer on the headband.

My God, that's a swak!

She a microbiologist?

No, but the best in the world
work for her.

Hanna's CEO of
Lowell Pharmaceuticals.

-McGee, I want a search warrant!
-On it, boss.

Grab a change of clothes.
Meet you downstairs in five.

Go to Bethesda, keep me updated
on Tony's condition.

Of course.

-Find out why Kate hasn't checked in!
-You got it.

I got the phones, but they wouldn't
trust me with a weapon.

I wouldn't either, Jimmy.

That's Agent DiNozzo's cell phone, sir.

Gibbs?

Why are you doing this, Kate?

Damned if I know.

But I'm doing it.
You're not gonna tell Tony.

Yeah, well, I've already
informed Dr Mallard you're not infected.

Ducky will understand.
Gibbs will be the problem.

No. The problem is
is that Tony can infect you.

What, with all the UV lights
and air scrubbers?

Or are they just here for patient morale?

I cannot permit you to stay.

This strain has been genetically altered
to resist antibiotics.

You realise what that means?

That the IV in Tony's arm is useless.

-So why do it?
-Well, it can't hurt.

-And it gives him...
-Hope.

Kate,

tell Dr Brad
about the wet t-shirt contest you won.

Tell Emma
about the transsexual you tongued.

That never happened.
That never happened.

Thanks for passing along the cold,
Kate.

-How do you want to handle this?
-Subtle approach.

You serve the warrant.
I'll shove my SIG in her face.

Gibbs, Hanna Lowell has been arrested
at more protests than Jesse Jackson.

She won't be intimidated.

Okay, then I'll shoot her,

and I'll go after whoever made
the damn bug here for her.

-You're not gonna kill her.
-I said shoot, not Kill.

There are dozens
of microbiologists here.

It would take days to interrogate them.
Tony doesn't have days.

Do you know where her office is,
or should I ask the receptionist?

Boss always has the top floor office.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

You have to check in
with the receptionist.

-Do you have an appointment?
-No. We have a Federal warrant.

Security alert, 408.

They're here.

It's about time you got here.

I left enough cookie crumbs.

You left more than cookie crumbs, lady.

I regret I resorted
to such a dramatic act,

but you people at NCIS
left me no choice

when you lied to protect the Academy.

Now, you admit that a midshipman
raped my daughter,

and this will all be over.

-The DNA testing cleared...
-Oh, stop it.

I know how easy it is
to dope a DNA test.

-You love dramatic acts.
-They can be very effective.

The effect of this one
is going to imprison you for life.

That long, hmm?

-You're dying.
-Rather rapidly.

Which makes incarceration
highly unlikely.

From the looks of it, you want to protect

just about every living thing
on the planet except for Federal agents.

My daughter never recovered
from the horror of that weekend.

The truth will help her heal.

Please! Please, give it to her.

You won't get that antidote
until that midshipman comes...

We don't need it. The post office
went postal on your plague.

Zapped it right through the lead swak.
No one was infected.

I don't believe you.

I don't give a damn
whether you believe me or not.

You are under arrest
for a biological attack

on a Federal agency.

Take her to interrogation.

I'll wait here for the task force
to arrest the others.

You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right...

There are no others. I acted alone.

-You are not a microbiologist.
-I stole the Y. pestis!

Dr Pandy doesn't even know
it's missing.

-Dr Pandy!
-What?

Where's Dr Pandy's lab?

North wing, ground floor, B-L-Alpha.

But you need authorisation
to enter the north wing!

Someone was infected.

I hope it was Westmoreland.

Lay back, Tony.

All right, everybody behind the shield.

Tony, I'm gonna need you
to take a deep breath and hold it.

I don't think I can, Brad.

Maybe Emma can do it for me.

You have very healthy lungs, Emma.

-Is he always like this?
-Unfortunately.

Tony's humour has always been sexist,
juvenile, raunchy.

Funny.

Oh, sometimes he can be funny.

There is no antidote.
I developed a vaccine, not an antidote.

It's of no use once the victim is infected.
Hanna misunderstood.

-She understood.
-No, it's the brain tumour.

That's what's killing her?

It's inoperable,
obviously affecting her mind.

Why else would a woman who fought
to ban biological weapons use them?

I don't know.

Why is Lowell Pharmaceutical
making them?

We're not.

-You didn't create this beast?
-Yes.

But only to develop a defence against it.

Antibiotic-resistant diseases
are potential terrorist weapons.

A terrorist isn't killing my agent,
you are!

-l understand your anger.
-No, you don't!

But if you don't save him, you will.

It has a suicide gene that stops it
from replicating after 32 hours,

as a security precaution.

-It dies?
-Yes.

It's dead now?

If it's over 32 hours
since the specimen has been infected,

all the Y. pestis is dead.

However, the damage
will have been done.

-The specimen is going to die?
-No.

No, not necessarily.

He has the same chance of survival
as those infected in plagues of the past,

probably better
since he would be healthy and young.

What was the survival rate of the past?

People were weakened
by depleted crops, bad nutrition...

Damn it! What was the survival rate?

Fifteen percent.

-It looks like pneumonia.
-Worse, I'm afraid.

He's showing signs of cyanosis.
His fingernails and lips are going blue.

The Y. pestis is starving his body
of oxygen.

-It's too late to reverse, isn't it?
-It's never too late.

Until I get the body.

I'm sorry I teased you
with all those movies, Kate.

Teased? You've tortured me.

For two years all I've heard is

John Wayne and Clint Eastwood,
James Bond.

James Bond is a character

played by Sean Connery,
George Lazenby,

Roger Moore and Pierce Brosnan.

Why are you wearing a mask?

'Cause I have a cold.

Why aren't you sick?

‘Cause I'm stronger than you, Tony.

-Are not.
-Am too.

Tony! Tony! Sit up, Tony.

Kate, you should leave. Now!

You were brave to stay with him, Kate.

He's dying, Ducky.

The hell he is!

-Who the hell are you?
-His boss.

The bug has a suicide gene. It's dead.
It's been dead for over an hour.

He's no longer infectious.

Tony, listen to me.

Are you listening?

I'm listening, boss.

You will not die, you got that?

I said,

you will not die.

I got you, boss.

Good.

It's your new cell.

I'd get the number changed.

Women keep calling for Spankie.

Spankie.

We know this is a difficult time for you,

but we really need to ask you
some questions.

Okay.

Will you excuse me?

-How's Tony?
-He'll make it.

-What happened?
-Oh, Hanna lost it in the car.

Started rambling, flashing peace signs.

When she bared her breasts
and shouted, "Make love not war,"

-I drove straight here.
-Sure it wasn't an act?

Her neurologist says it's the tumour.

He just left.
He wants her released into his care.

Not likely.

He can see her here
as much as he wants.

-That Sarah?
-Just as blank as four years ago.

Sarah, this is Special Agent Gibbs.

I am so sorry. I can't believe this.

I knew someday Mother
would do something terrible.

I told her, but she wouldn't believe me.

Told her?

That it wasn't a midshipman.

So you remember who assaulted you?

No.

How do you know
it wasn't a midshipman?

I heard they were all cleared.

Are you sure you don't remember?

Yes.

You know who raped you,
don't you, Sarah?

Sarah?

I wasn't raped.

Will thought it was funny
tying me to the bed.

I had said that the midshipmen
looked cute in their uniform.

I was kidding.

And so, when he went out to get us
some burgers and shakes,

-What are you doing?
-Don't go anywhere.

...he tied me up.

-Nobody is going to disturb you.
-Oh, Will!

So that way
I wouldn't run off with one of them.

It was just a joke!

And then when he didn't come back,

I started going crazy.

At first worrying about why

and then being found.

What happened to him?

He was killed by a hit-and-run driver
crossing the road.

Why did you say you were raped?

I was tied naked to a bed.

What else could I tell my mother?

Can I sleep here?

As long as you don't give Tony that cold.

-He's asleep.
-Thank you.

This reminds me of the end of Alien.