The Hot Zone

Previously on The Hot Zone...

A package came in for pathology.

Want you to take a look at it.

Welcome to the hot zone.

Every known filovirus on Earth is in this freezer.

My gut is that Marburg is a match.

It's negative.

That's good?

If it's not Marburg, none of the other options are good.

- Smell it. - What?

The easiest way to determine if it's Pseudomonas.

Carter, I need you.

I've only seen one thing that could cause this reaction.

Ebola Zaire, one of the deadliest viruses on Earth.

Similar symptoms as Marburg.

Instead of killing 30% of its victims, it kills 90.

Hole! Hole! Hole!

Oh, God!

We may have a filovirus on our hands.

And there's a chance that it's Ebola...

You're suspended from Level Four as of now.

Your whole colony is in danger.

What the hell am I dealing with here?

I can't tell you that until I get my hands on some fresh tissue.

We can't have contaminated blood dripping on the highway.

You need to stay close and watch for drips.

If the institute thought we needed protection wouldn't they have briefed us?

We're 7,000 miles from the institute.

Anyway, it's not for us, it's for trade.

Who knows what we'll need.

So, you just buy a gun off the soldiers of a warlord?

This is the General's plane; these are his guards.

If it wasn't for the General, we'd still be stuck in Brazzaville.

Well, let's hope this "Doctor Ewonda" can give us a better report in person.

His write-up on the disease isn't exactly scientific.

Because he just heard some tall tales from the jungle.

Well, why would he bother sending us that?

A red flag can be the only way to get people to show up to remote areas,

like this Yambuku Hospital, and bring supplies.

This sounds a bit more serious than just some plea for syringes,

you know: "A plague, spreading through the jungle...

Everything that made these people human has been lost."

Zombies.

Well, if I had to guess, I'd say it's probably some new strain of the flu.

Look, no one would be happier than me to just run into some boring old flu.

Well, maybe my mom.

But according to this report by Ewonda, this thing moves fast and takes a lot of

casualties with it.

Don't worry about it.

We'll get in there, get the IDC a fresh sample of this thing,

then get the hell out.

Mbote.

Mbote. Mbote.

Time to earn your keep.

Tell him we're looking for Dr. Ewonda at the hospital.

Okay, well, I, I think I know where the hospital is.

Ask him if people are getting sick around here.

What did he say?

Look, I learned Lingala at a night school.

I'm not sure...

What the hell did he say?

He said, "The forest is bleeding."

Hey. Where are you going?

Uh, just work.

It's 5:00 in the morning.

Just-just go back to sleep. It's fine.

Move aside, come on!

Look.

- Pop the hood. - What?

Just do it. Why? What are you doing?

You've got "engine trouble."

Be right back.

When the Ebola virus enters the body, it targets the liver,

immune system and endothelial cells.

It infiltrates a living cell by fusing with its outer membrane.

Like a Trojan horse, once it's penetrated the cell's protective barrier,

the virus hijacks the cell's machinery to fulfill its own selfish needs.

The first symptoms of infection include headache, fever and nausea.

Secondary symptoms include...

We need to bleach everything. Everything.

Okay.

I gotta re-bag the monkeys.

Oh, uh, hi, Officer.

I think I got it taken care of.

Just gonna see if it starts up.

What the hell are you doing?

Colonel'd have your ass if he caught you.

Didn't he restrict your access?

Wait a sec. Is that?

Well, so much for protocol.

I need to get in there.

Don't you have a rule that you never go in there alone?

There's a first time for everything.

Can you just let me in?

Look, I'll take the hit.

Just, I'll tell them I swiped your ID.

You don't have to step foot in there.

Come on, Peter. Just give it to me.

I'm sorry. I can't let you do something this stupid...

Not without me.

You were right. There weren't any contaminants.

You didn't screw up the cultures.

Come on.

Ebola Zaire.

How many monkeys are infected?

Six. That we know of.

And they're all dead?

Check me.

Uh. Clear.

Nothing. You need to alert Tucker.

This is Jaax.

I need someone at the pass-through. Now.

Give me the Colonel, highest priority...

Then call him at home!

Orman.

Copy that, fax it to Carter immediately.

And include the image of the exploded cells.

With all due respect, there's no way you're equipped to stop a virus

that's never been inside U.S. borders.

We've been in this business for decades.

We know what we're doing.

Really?

Were all the infected primates euthanized?

Workers in Racal suits?

You need to let me get in there today, make sure that it's contained and

that it doesn't spread to the other primates.

You're not going anywhere near that facility.

You stole four monkey cadavers in the middle of the night.

They were given to me.

Not with my consent.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Look, I oversee that facility, but I'm just a middle rung

on a very tall ladder here.

This is a private company with safety regulations.

Nobody walks right in without approval for a site visit.

Mr. Humbolt, does anyone here, on this ladder,

know the first thing about Ebola?

It is a virus found in monkeys in Africa.

People shouldn't eat monkey meat.

I don't think you understand what we're really dealing with here...

Meat is just one means of transmission.

Ebola spreads easily through caretakers.

Anyone handling blood, feces, vomit...

any bodily fluids.

How many workers in your facility right now fit that description?

This thing has had a 10% survival rate.

This just isn't my call.

Lives are on the line, here.

Your workers, they go home and spread it to their families.

Kiss their kids good night.

Suddenly there's headaches, hemorrhaging, cardiac arrest...

most people crash and bleed out within eight days.

There's no cure. No vaccine.

Look, we know all about chain of command.

Now, you may not have the authority, but you sure as hell have the ability

to let us in that building.

There is still one monkey left from Cell H.

I just got a call from the colony manager.

It's not eating.

Hey, Ben, it's Peter.

I guess your pager's out of range...

Um, uh, we got a little bit of a problem.

Um, just call me back at the lab, when you have a chance.

Thanks.

Do you have an appointment?

Um, nope.

You just take a number.

They'll use the matching one to call you in.

Oh, thanks.

You don't wanna give your name.

Just in case you test positive.

They're starting to register anyone with it, you know.

I can't stand this part.

Sorry? What?

Just, all the places your mind goes, you know, imagining the worst.

The waiting...

Well, unless you have concerns about your fiancé's fidelity,

you're not in a high risk group...

Uh, just checking.

Everything here is completely anonymous, right?

Yep. Doctor "confidentiality" doesn't mean anything anymore.

This is the only place you can come where your job, the government can't

track down your status.

Perfect.

I, I work somewhere where I think I might've come into contact with...

something.

I just need to test my blood or I need someone to show me how to draw it...

So, you don't want to take a test?

Uh, no, not for HIV.

Um, I'm a scientist, so, yeah, I can do the testing.

You want to take your blood home with you?

I-I, I-I don't think you've come to the right place...

Okay, okay, okay, look, I know that this seems a little...

uh, weird, but I can't have it taken anywhere official.

So, it's like, what am I supposed to, I mean...

Well, I know you guys use gloves, you know, you take precautions.

So, I just thought, maybe, I don't know, maybe you could show me how

to draw my own blood?

What is it you that you think that you were exposed to?

Um, nothing you test for here.