The Hot Zone

Merci.

Can I help you, sir?

Thank you.

What's wrong with you, sir?

Just-- Sir, please, roll up your sleeve.

NURSE (distant): Doctor! Doctor!

Uh, Doctor,

the patient is showing signs of headaches, vomiting and nausea.

-Is he from the west, the Congo? -Hapana.

Not far from the Nzoia River area.

Is it the new disease?

I don't know. There's no signs of sarcoma,

no meningitis.

We have massive hemorrhaging.

Sir, sir, can you hear me?

Have you been traveling anywhere?

Kitum. Uh, the caves.

Clear a room. He needs fluids, a transfusion.

He's lost a lot of blood. Let's go.

His skin is loose.

Doctor?

He's choking. He needs a breathing tube.

Get me a breathing tube.

Something is in the way.

* Merry Christmas, baby *

* You sure did treat me nice... *

Oh!

Mom, way too early for Christmas music.

Uh, chef gets dibs on music.

It is a Thanksgiving rule.

-That's bogus. -That's life, sweetie.

Help your grandfather to the table and go find your brother.

Jason, can you come in and help, please?

I was nothing like that.

Identical. Except with bell-bottoms.

-And a macramé bikini top. -I never even owned

-a macramé bikini top. -Oh, I remember it well.

-Really? -Very hard to get off.

Ooh. Damn it.

Oh, Nancy. -Honey. Let me see.

It's fine, it's fine.

-Thank you. -Thought I could trust you with a sharp blade.

Apparently, not in the kitchen.

Hmm. Okay.

-We could have come to him. You know your father.

Tradition is important.

I offered to go over there, set everything up,

he wouldn't hear of it.

Jason, honey,

can you come and get some dishes for the table? Thanks.

I'm just gonna go get some Pepsi.

REPORTER (over TV): ...the AIDS Quilt is a sobering reminder

of the scope of the tragedy in this country.

As the virus has spread and more families

are affected by its deadly consequences,

the quilt continues to grow.

Hey. -Hey.

You okay?

He's so much worse than last summer.

Why didn't he tell me?

I'm sorry.

What can I do?

-I just need a few more minutes. -Okay.

I'll just tell everybody the Pepsi's putting up a fight.

Oh, here you go, honey. -* Oh, my *

* It's Christmastime again... *

This looks just delicious. Mmm.

-It really does. Let's hope it tastes

-as good as it looks. A glorious feast.

Thank you. -All right, you two, that's enough.

-Ow. Who is hungry.

Enough. Okay, everybody's got wine?

You're gonna want more than that.

-Dear Lord... -(Nancy clears throat)

...thank you for the blessings of this food

and this family.

Help the Eagles crush the Cowboys today, please,

and please watch over our family...

Nancy,

my sister, Jerry and these two monsters.

-(quiet laughter) -In Thy name we pray,

-Amen. Amen.

Dig in.

(helicopter blades whirring in distance)

Did you sign the paper for coach?

In your backpack.

State Invitationals already, huh?

-Yep. You're up for carpool. -Okay.

Have you ever seen AIDS?

Mom doesn't see human patients.

Besides, Tammy's mom says that all the AIDS are in New York.

Um, Tammy's mom...

believes that Falcon Crest is a real place.

Let's just stick to science.

Okay? Facts only.

We do have vials of HIV.

But it's not a Level 4 agent.

Actually hard to contract.

You've seen something worse?

Jason.

Don't worry about what you're seeing on TV.

I work in one of the safest places in the world.

Come on.

We're gonna be late.

Good morning, ma'am.

Have a good day.

Hey.

Morning. -Wow.

What do we have here?

They really... skimped out on the giftwrapping.

Who would drop a package off looking like that?

Hazelton.

Those research monkey guys?

Yep.

Well, hello, Monkey 053.

Wow. It just gets better.

It looks like a spleen.

Huh.

Let's see what brought you in here today.

-Hmm. -What's wrong?

It's not just a spleen, it's...

...a-a blood clot?

I think?

Engorged from...

I'm guessing from subcutaneous hemorrhaging.

-What would cause that? -A virus.

A powerful one.

If this is a primate, it's probably SHF.

I'm sorry. Peter's the virus guy.

Simian hemorrhagic fever.

Highly contagious.

Wherever this guy came from,

it could wipe out the entire colony.

Oh, you're safe.

It rips the hell out of the inside of monkeys,

but it doesn't spill over to humans.

We'll make a few cultures, see what's going on.

If this monkey has simian fever,

you're looking for tiny black peppercorn shapes

in the stew.

Dead monkeys make me sad.

I never know how to decipher your level of sarcasm.

Hmm. Well, I guess I'd put us at, uh...

on, like, a level three.

Not the pun type, Jahrling.

-Stick with acerbic. -Sardonic?

-Acidic. -I'll take it.

Guys, it's no good. It's all milky.

I can barely see anything.

-It's off the plastic. This is what I'm saying.

SHF doesn't kill cells like this.

There's only a few things in the world that could do this.

User error?

Wha-What?

Look, I told Hazelton to send us samples

if they saw any characteristics of SHF.

My guess?

Your first hunch was right.

Some random bacteria invaded the culture

while you were prepping the flasks.

No judgment.

Happens to the best of us.

And what if there is something else in there?

Nancy, if I zipped myself up

into one of those body bags and went down to that

house of horrors every day,

I'm sure I'd be seeing

deadly pathogens everywhere I looked, too.

That's why the army hired

a regular guy with a PhD.

All right, so, head of his class at Cornell...

Did you see the carpet?

It's been eaten away by something

that's far more aggressive.

A virus like you're suggesting

just appears out of nowhere on U.S. soil?

-I mean... -Well, there's a first time for everything.

Even you admitting you're wrong.

I'd really need to see the data on that.

Well, there's only one way to find out; we'll take it to BL4.

All right.

Meanwhile, I'll be here running tests,

finding out what kind of crap actually got in there.

Okay.

NANCY (on tape): Carter, I know the last thing

you want is to be bothered,

but I need you.