Sci-fighters (1996) - full transcript
Boston, 2009. A police detective (Roddy Piper) searches for Adrian Dunn, his ex-partner (Billy Drago) who murdered his wife. Dunn has escaped from prison on the moon and returned to Earth with an alien virus.
(suspenseful music)
- [Guard On Loud Speaker]
Prisoner 018625 report.
- [Guard] Come on, move it.
This way.
- Prisoner 021987, report.
- Move!
- [Guard On Loud Speaker]
0600, Red Block prisoners
will report to Lunar
Maintenance 4 on Level 2.
Green and Yellow Block
prisoners will report
for their regular mining duties.
(prisoners chattering)
(ominous music)
All station guards
stay in positions.
(prisoners chattering)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(prisoners chattering)
(prisoner exhales)
- [Guard] Does anybody know
what's on the interview tonight?
(prisoners chattering)
(ominous music)
(prisoners chattering)
- Hey.
- Kill him!
(prisoners shouting)
- Somebody!
(prisoners shouting)
(suspenseful music)
(prisoner cries out)
(prisoners chattering)
- I think it was half a minute.
- [Prisoner] You owe me, man.
10 to one, you owe me!
(prisoner gurgling)
- [Prisoner] That's
it, game over.
- [Prisoner] Oh man.
- [Prisoner] Better
than the fight
we saw last night,
that's for sure.
- [Prisoner] Hey man, ew!
Aw, man.
- [Prisoner] And
we have a winner.
(suspenseful music)
(prisoners chattering)
- What's he doin'?
- Hey, what's happenin'?
(ominous music)
- Anybody else want a cigarette?
- Sweet.
- Oh yeah,
let's get outta here.
- I didn't think so.
(prisoners chattering)
- All right.
- [Prisoner] Enjoy
your 10 bucks.
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian cries out)
(alarm blaring)
- [Guard On Loud Speaker]
Security, Lunar Maintenance 4.
Send security team to
Lunar Maintenance 4.
(alarm blaring)
(Adrian grunts)
(alarm blaring)
(machine beeping)
- [Computer] Tachycardia,
heart rate 210 bpms and rising.
(Adrian groaning)
KBS 13 milligrams.
- What's in this guy?
- [Computer] EEG negative.
(Adrian grunting)
EKG negative.
CVBS negative.
All life signs negative.
- Paddles.
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Bag him, he's dead meat.
(elevator whirring)
- [Man] What you got?
- [Guard] A couple of
stiffs from Labor 4
for the boss coroner at Logan.
- [Man] Okay, that's
Shuttle 3B, Bay 6.
(elevator whirring)
- [Pilot] Lunar Control,
this is Shuttle 3B.
All systems green for takeoff.
- [Controller]
Copy, 3B, stand by.
10, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four, three
two, one, ignition.
- [Co-Pilot] Warmin'
up in Boston today?
- [Pilot] Eh, no way.
It's snowin' again of course.
- [Co-Pilot] Damn, I thought
we were flyin' to Mexico.
- [Pilot] What's the difference?
There's snow
everywhere these days.
Well, there's our Earth,
the big brown marble.
100% dust covered,
perpetual night.
(ominous music)
Catch the news on GX last night?
- [Co-Pilot] Who
watches that crap?
- [Pilot] They say the
explosion was caused
by that volcanic diamond
unit off Hoiku, Japan.
- [Co-Pilot] What
is it, another month
before the dust starts to lift?
(suspenseful music)
- [Automated Voice]
Lunar Shuttle 3B arriving
Cargo Concourse 3.
- [Reporter] How's your
drive home tonight, Boston?
Those circadian daylights
are shutting down a little--
(floor waxer whirring)
(bag crackling)
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian grunting)
(Adrian sniffing)
(Adrian sniffing)
- [Casper] What's that?
- What do you think it
is, you little shrimp?
You think I'm gonna come
to a meeting with you
without bringin' somethin'?
- (chuckles) No deal.
- Hey, yo, get real.
I'm tired and I'm really not
in the mood for your shtick.
So get back over here.
Closer.
Let's see what you
brought to the party, huh?
Anything up your sleeve there?
- Who are you really?
- I'm the guy that's gonna
make that pink puss of yours
real happy if you
got what I want.
- Oh, I have it.
- Really?
- Casper sees everything,
hears everything,
and knows even more.
What you want is right in
(device zaps)
here!
That's it, take him down!
Kick his butt!
Turn him over!
Turn him over, man, that's it!
Kick his butt!
(Cameron grunting)
Kick him down, man.
Huh, who you callin' shrimp?
That's it, take the gun.
Do it, do him, do him in!
Time for some extra
payback, Grayson. (laughs)
(Cameron groans)
To your mom!
Come on, let's go.
(bone cracks)
(henchman cries out)
Let's move.
(henchman groaning)
(gun firing)
- (sniffles) I can't
remember anything else.
Just that face, red
and sick looking.
And his smell.
Like something rotten.
- Good, got it all recorded
on the Pippin, Tricia.
Now you're gonna help us draw
a picture of the assailant.
Just relax and look at the
big screen in front of you.
(computer beeping)
I'm starting the program.
Don't be scared.
SIS is gonna read your
subliminal reactions
to the facial features of
the man who attacked you.
Which part of his face
do you remember best?
- His eyes, definitely his eyes.
- All right, touch the
screen where it says eyes.
(computer beeping)
- No, those are
nothing like him.
His eyes were red.
- Just keep looking
at the screen.
Empty your mind, let
the images go by.
Relax your face.
SIS is reading your
micromuscular responses.
(computer beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(Tricia gasps)
- It's him!
- [Officer] Okay,
excellent, Tricia.
- Hey Mitchell.
- Now we're going
to look at some other
facial features.
- Look into this for
me, would ya, please?
- [Mitchell] All
right, thanks a lot.
- [Officer] Touch
nose on the screen.
You're doing just fine.
Relax, you're going to help
us catch your assailant.
(hand pounding)
- Yeah?
Grayson, how'd it go?
- Peachy.
- Yeah, what about the money?
You bring in Casper?
- More fun to let
him be out there.
I can hardly wait to
see his face, though,
when he finds out
all that toilet paper
(chuckles) inside
his money belt.
- But Grayson, you were
supposed to bring him in.
Get back out there.
- Oh I'm sorry, but
I'm takin' a break.
You're chief of
detectives, Captain.
Why don't you send one of
your guys up to mop up?
- No way, Grayson.
- Lankett, it's
the econight, man.
(sighs) It's gettin' to me.
I'm tired, I can't sleep.
- Hey Jack, we're all tired.
It doesn't get you
out of this case.
- Black Shield
prerogative, Captain.
By the way, two of
Casper's are out there
bleedin' on city property,
so you should send
a garbage truck.
- Friggin' Black Shield.
- Just relax.
You're doing fine.
(suspenseful music)
Relax your face.
Don't be scared.
- That's his mouth.
- That's good,
that's all we need.
Now we can assemble a picture.
(computer beeping)
- That's him.
I'm positive, it's him.
(sirens blaring)
(suspenseful music)
(man grunts)
(neck cracks)
(knuckles tapping)
(computer beeping)
(phone beeping)
- Not tonight, Liam, I'm beat.
- Dr. Younger?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, just a moment.
(phone beeping)
- [Dr. Underwood] I'm sorry
to disturb you, Dr. Younger.
This is Dr. Underwood
at Boston PD.
The health department
gave me your name
as the head of microbiology
at the Lady of Mercy?
- [Kirbie] What can
I do for you, Doctor?
- Well, I have a rape
victim and the semen
and blood samples
of her assailant
are turning out some
very odd readings.
Could you come down to the lab?
- Tonight?
- Please.
- I've been on my
feet for 18 hours.
Can't it wait until--
- No.
- What is it?
- I was hopin'
you could tell me.
(suspenseful music)
- I'm on my way.
- Detective Grayson?
- Yeah.
- [Man] I've been
waiting for a week.
I don't care what
your excuse is.
I want a darned apology.
(officers chattering)
Do I have to come
there and do your job?
I don't care.
- What do you want?
- I'm assigning myself
a new case.
- What's the matter, holiday
flights all booked up?
- No, my date canceled.
Now talk to me
about Adrian Dunn.
- Dunn?
- Collins pulled up this picture
on the SIS terminal last night.
- So what's this
got to do with Dunn?
- That is Dunn!
- Aw come on, Grayson.
- Listen, some rape case
IDed him last night.
- It can't be Dunn, he's dead.
- It's Dunn.
He's sick, he's freaked
up, but he's Dunn.
- Dunn died at Lunar
Labor 4 three days ago.
- Then how come his
body bag come up empty
at Logan Lunar last night?
- You leave it alone, Grayson
and that is a direct order.
Don't you gimme that
Black Shield crap again.
- My right, Captain.
I'm assigning myself.
- I hate this aggravating
circadian daylights.
Listen, I'm handling this
rape case myself, all right?
The victim is locked
up in an iso ward
over at Lady of Mercy
with some weirdo virus
the doctors have never
even heard about.
- I could give two shakes.
I wanna know about Dunn.
- Trust me, Grayson,
it isn't Dunn.
He was DOA at Lunar Med.
The guards, the
attending doctors,
everbody and his mother's
lousy dog pronounced him dead.
- Don't you think it's kinda odd
that the SIS would
pull up his picture?
- Oh, so somebody
screwed up at Logan.
His body'll turn up
in Cincinnati tomorrow
and mystery solved.
- Okay, who's the rape case?
- (chuckles) My case, stay away.
- I wanna talk to her.
- Screw you.
- Fine, you handle the rape
case, I'll take the Dunn case.
- Hey, there is no
friggin' Dunn case!
- There is now!
(ominous music)
(Tricia grunting)
- [Kirbie] Can I help you?
- What's wrong with her?
- Who are you?
(Tricia grunting)
- Why is she in
isolation, she gonna die?
- Captain Lankett didn't
mention your name, Officer...
- Oh, Detective Grayson,
Cameron Grayson.
I need to talk to her.
- She's under heavy
sedation and I can't
let you in anyway right now.
This case is just,
let's start again.
Who are you exactly?
- Listen, when will she
be able to--
- All right, that's it.
I don't know who you
are and that's the last
non-answer you're giving me.
Yes, Captain Lankett?
This is Dr. Younger
at Lady of Mercy.
There's a man here who
says he's, never mind.
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian gasps)
(Adrian gurgling)
(door buzzes)
- Just forget the stun stick.
I need a room.
(laser whirring)
- Why don't go back
to Little Beirut
and kill yourself a
couple more punks?
- 'Cause I'm cleared for
evidence rooms, that's why.
- (chuckles) Yeah,
well you're bettin'
on the wrong horse, pal.
Come on, really.
You don't really believe that
Dunn was ever in this bag?
- I think anything's
possible, Lankett.
After all, you made
captain. (laughs)
- [Nurse On Loud Speaker]
Dr. Vermais, please report
to Psychiatry, Dr. Vermais.
(Cameron clears throat)
- What is it?
Is she in danger?
What the hell are
you doing in here?
Get out.
- Shield your eyes, I'm
gonna turn the light on.
Listen, there's some
questions about Tricia Rollins
I just have to have answers to.
- (scoffs) Are you in
the habit of just walking
into people's bedrooms in
the middle of the night?
- It's five o'clock
in the afternoon.
It's the econight.
Don't feel bad,
everybody's confused.
- I don't feel bad.
You're trespassing on hospital
property, and my privacy.
Now I have been told
that Captain Lankett
is in charge of this case, so--
- Well I'm sure you've
figured out by now
that Captain Lankett
couldn't fall of a cliff
if someone pushed him.
- [Nurse On Loud Speaker]
Dr. Evans, line four.
- But you do have a nice smile.
Sense of humor.
(soft bright music)
How 'bout an early dinner?
I really need your
help on this case.
I know a nice quiet spot.
(crowd chattering)
- [Merchant] Fresh bowl.
Hot chowder.
Chowder.
Blue fish.
Chowder, chowder.
(crowd chattering)
Blue fish.
- You got change?
- Fresh blue fish.
(crowd chattering)
- Hey, boss, gimme a
couple of those, will ya?
Yeah, two.
Thank you.
Yeah, there you go.
- [Kirbie] Black Shield unit?
- Oh, elite unit.
Assign ourselves,
break all the rules,
solve all the big cases.
- Hm, sounds like
a cop's wet dream.
- Not at all.
Latest in police science.
Some brain at Harvard
invented the concept.
- Ah, and your degree
is in what, harassment?
- You betcha, PhD.
Now didn't I see you
in the rudeness class?
- Touche.
So, what do you need to
know from me, Detective?
(crowd chattering)
- Blue fish!
- Why don't you tell
me everything you know
about the rape victim,
Tricia Rollins.
- Tell me something, why did you
assign yourself to this case?
- It's personal.
- You know the victim?
- Know the assailant.
Now let me interview Tricia.
- She's in full
medical quarantine.
No one in the world sees
her without my okay.
Then you've probably
already tried, huh?
Is that why you
invited me to dinner?
- Why is she in quarantine?
- [Merchant] Cold pizza up here.
Cold pizza, we
got hot dogs here.
- She's contracted
an unknown virus.
- Unknown?
- And extremely dangerous.
We don't know its nature,
how it's transmitted,
or even its ultimate effect.
I've sent samples to UMIDS
virology for analysis.
- Did the rapist give it to her?
- Possibly.
Sexual transmission is unlikely,
but it's just too soon to call.
Listen, I need to
know everything
that you can tell me
about the assailant.
- It's classified, sorry.
Hey, charming sunset, huh?
You hear the rumor that
the sky is starting
to lighten in the South Pole?
- Thank you for the
charming company
and the illuminating
conversation,
but I have to get back to work.
- Yeah.
(somber music)
Wait, wait, wait, please!
Thank you.
(crowd chattering)
- [Customer] 16 fish sticks.
- [Merchant] 16 fish
sticks, fry 'em up, Frank.
Frank, fry 'em now quickly.
(Adrian grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(Adrian cries out)
(furniture clattering)
- [Man] Hey!
Hey, what the hell
are doin' nextdoor?
Keep the noise down.
(fist banging)
Hey!
Nextdoor, hey!
(fist banging)
(Adrian groaning)
(fist banging)
(Adrian grunting)
(glass breaking)
(prostitute laughing)
(ominous music)
(customer murmuring)
(Adrian sniffing)
- [Prostitute] Come
on, come on, man.
(Adrian sniffing)
Come on.
I'll take the money,
if ya don't mind.
- [Customer] There ya go.
- Here we go.
(Adrian sniffing)
- [Customer] You
mean, right here?
- Doesn't bother me.
(prostitute whimpers)
(suspenseful music)
(customer gurgling)
(Adrian cries out)
Don't, you freak. (whimpering)
No please, no
please! (whimpering)
Oh God, wait,
wait, wait, please.
No wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait!
- [Adrian] Please.
- God.
- Katie.
- What?
- Don't do it.
- Let me go, let me
go, I'm not Katie.
Let me go, please.
(Adrian sniffing)
I'm not Katie.
- Not Katie.
- Let me go.
Okay?
- Not Katie.
- Okay.
(Adrian sniffing)
- Not Katie.
- God.
Oh God.
- Not Katie!
Not Katie!
(neck cracks)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
(somber music)
(computer beeping)
- Detective Grayson.
- Yeah.
- You requested a
412 on violent rape.
- Yeah.
- I've got a list for
the last 48 hours.
- Put it into my Pippin.
- And patrol unit 22-4
called in a possible
about five minutes ago.
They're reporting to the scene.
- Put that location through
to my Pippin, too, now.
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Hey, what's going on?
- [Woman] We can't get through.
Think there was an accident.
(women chattering)
(officers chattering)
- Yo, Bobby, what's that
building over there?
- [Bobby] Ah, it's
a cheapo hotel.
(hand thuds)
(Cameron whistles)
- What room?
Officer, send
forensics up to 417.
(suspenseful music)
- Detective Grayson,
you're really
startin' to piss me off.
This is my case!
- Well why don't ya
try doin' your job?
Excuse me.
- Fingerprint the whole
room, top to bottom.
You, I want the badge
number of the guy
that let that animal in here.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, where's Dr. Younger?
- Behind you.
- Dr. Delhan, line two.
Dr. Delhan, line two.
- [Cameron] What's
goin' on here?
- They called a little after
I got back to the hotel.
Tricia's being transferred
to UMIDS' new iso med ward.
- [Cameron] Why?
- You can give me
a lift over there.
(suspenseful music)
When it's completed, this
is gonna be the biggest
virology unit in the
country, bigger than Atlanta.
- Do you work here?
- I've been offered a job.
I haven't decided.
(knuckles tapping)
Is there a doctor in the house?
- [Gene] Kirbie.
Look at you.
- [Kirbie] Good to see you.
- So, still sending me
all the tough ones, huh?
Why don't you just
take the job here,
then I could officially
do all your work
and thinking for you.
- This charming fascist was
my boss back in Atlanta.
This is Cameron
Grayson, Detective.
- Gene Washington,
scientist extraordinaire.
- Hey.
- Have a seat.
Kirbie here is a
decent microbiologist,
but lousy friend.
I know you're in town, so how
come you haven't called me?
- Well, I've been busy,
you know how it is.
(Gene grunts)
So, where have you put Rollins?
- Unit 1.
We're working up an MRI NA scan
and doing a microbiopsy
on her tumors.
That's what we've got so far.
- Thanks.
- Doctor, I'd like
to talk to her.
- [Gene] Only if
you're telepathic.
- Detective Grayson's not aware
that she's in a coma, Gene.
- (chuckles) I stand admonished.
I'll take you down to unit one.
At least you can see Tricia
Rollins for yourself.
- [Cameron] Thanks.
- We monitor unit one from here.
This way to the
observation deck.
(Tricia wheezing)
- [Kirbie] She's
developed tumorous masses
along her face,
breasts, and stomach.
- Oh my Lord.
(Tricia wheezing)
Is it cancer?
- Ya know, I wish
it was that simple.
She's exhaling a mixture
of CO2 with traces of CH4.
Don't anyone light a
cigarette near her,
or smell her breath
for that matter.
- Wait a second, are
you two tellin' me
that she's exhaling methane gas?
- Oh remarkable, Detective.
Are you a scientist as well?
(Tricia wheezing)
We'll learn more
from the biopsies.
- [Cameron] How
contagious is she?
- Very good question.
The virus is clearly infectious.
Casual contact
seems safe enough,
but I wouldn't bet
the mortgage on it.
Well, I better go downstairs
and kick some lab butt, huh?
I'll buzz you when
I've got something.
- All right.
- Nice meeting you, Detective.
- Yeah, you too.
Do you do DNA testing here?
- Yeah, why?
(Tricia wheezing)
It's this way.
- So where are we goin'?
- Just follow me.
Where did you collect this nail?
- Hotel room near where
a hooker and a
customer were murdered.
- [Kirbie] Okay, this way.
- [Cameron] Nope, I gotta go.
- [Kirbie] Well wait, wait.
- Huh?
- Wait.
- The hooker.
- Yeah.
- Was she--
- The preliminary
coroner's report said
no sexual contact.
- [Kirbie] But you think
that she was killed
by the man that
we're looking for.
- Well I'll know that when you
get those tests back to me.
- Thanks for dinner last night.
I'm sorry I had to rush off.
- Ah, you were right about
the sushi anyway, huh?
(soft music)
- God.
(tires screech)
(upbeat music)
- Tuesday, Rollo?
- Yeah, yeah.
- [Casper] My cheek
is starting to hurt.
I said my cheek is
starting to hurt.
Give me some water, man!
Hey!
- Handsome, sweetheart.
Ooh.
Yeah, have a little trouble
with the money bills, huh?
Ya know what they say
about payback, don't ya?
I gotta tell ya, I
got a big problem
with folks that can't keep
up their end of the bargain.
So let us get the rules straight
to this particular encounter.
I ask, you answer.
Or...
Ooh yeah.
- No.
No.
You bully!
(Casper whimpering)
No, please.
- Well, maybe not as artistic
you as hoped for but
- My face.
- I like it.
- [Casper] Oh.
- I'm lookin' for somebody
has been raping women
in this part of town.
- So?
- So, so you tell
them that there's
a big juicy reward out for him.
- And just how am I
supposed to pay off, Judge?
- I oughta tell you,
you find the guy
and I'll provide the money.
In the meantime, ever
seen one of these?
It's real interesting.
It's called a keeper.
It's illegal now,
something about being
cruel and unusual punishment.
In about 36 hours
it's gonna shock ya
to unconsciousness.
(Casper groaning)
Every hour on the hour
until I deactivate it.
Why, it might even
scramble what little brains
you got left, Casper, huh?
Well, better get it
in gear, sweetheart.
I'd hate to think what
the neoravers will do
to that pink puss
if they find ya
layin' unconscious
in the gutter.
Ooh. (tongue clicking)
- Oh man.
Ow.
Ow.
Oh man.
Oh.
(glass breaking)
(Tricia wheezing)
(machines beeping)
- Get me some geo-lidocaine.
(Tricia wheezing)
Hold her down.
(Tricia wheezing)
(alarm blaring)
(Tricia gasps)
(machine beeping)
Her heart stopped.
Get the paddles.
(suspenseful music)
Clear.
Clear, do it.
(Tricia gasping)
- Get outta here!
Go! (screams)
Everybody in the decom!
Iso 2, pressure suits.
Get outta here, go!
(alarm blaring)
(suspenseful music)
- [Kirbie] What happened?
Who's in there?
(computer beeps)
Oh my God.
- Wouldn't you know it?
You've always said
haste makes waste.
Oh well, I guess I'm becoming
a microbiologist's
dream, and nightmare.
I'm becoming my own
work. (chuckles)
(somber music)
- Wake up, wake up.
You know this guy?
- [Boy] No.
- [Casper] You ever
see him before?
- No, I've never seen him.
- Don't raise your voice at me.
You sure?
- Yes.
- Keep your eyes open for him.
Ya hear me?
- Get your light
sticks now, everybody.
(upbeat dance music)
Come on.
Step right up, step up.
Come on, get your light sticks.
Get your light
sticks, any color.
Red, green, blue, any color.
Every color is
magical, isn't it?
Come on, everybody,
step right up.
Step up, get your lights today.
Hey, how about you?
Hey, how about you?
Hey, lady over in
the yellow coat.
Hey, come on, get your
light sticks right here.
Step right up.
Hey, ya just got a
little green light.
I can get you a blue
one, an orange one,
a green one, a yellow one.
What do you want, come on?
A couple bucks, come on.
Hey, how 'bout you, man?
How 'bout.
- You seen this guy here?
- No.
- You sure?
- Never seen him before.
Hey, how 'bout you?
Hey, how 'bout you, ma'am?
Step right up, in the
red coat, come on.
You wanna see what I can
do with these light sticks.
Little bit of jugglin'
for your eyes.
Little bit of green, orange,
blue light sticks, come on.
Step right up, step right
up, get your lights.
How 'bout you, ma'am?
I see ya smilin', come on.
(phone ringing)
- Ah.
Grayson.
What's wrong?
- We've had an
incident in Unit 1.
That's not why I called.
- You look awful.
- Thanks.
You look like junk, too.
Listen, our genetics
lab got some good DNA
off that nail you found.
- You got a match?
- Well, they're
feeding the results
into the police computer
access you gave us.
It shouldn't be long now.
- I'll be right down.
Don't rush, I'm
not going anywhere.
- You okay, Kirbie?
(phone beeping)
(partiers chattering)
(somber music)
- [Partier] It's not over here.
(soft suspenseful music)
(Adrian sniffing)
(faucet squeaks)
(faucet gurgles)
- [Adrian] Thirsty.
Always so thirsty.
And I have to go get
something to drink.
You stay here.
Okay, you'll be safe.
You stay here.
I'll be back.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, I gotta tell ya,
you look good in a spacesuit.
- Don't kid around, okay?
I'm really not in the mood.
- Well why don't ya
tell me what's goin' on?
- Plenty.
There's been a
breach in Iso Unit 1.
(computer beeping)
Does the name Adrian Dunn
mean anything to you?
- Are you sure?
- [Kirbie] Yeah, who is he?
- That's who he is.
Kirbie, did Tricia
Rollins say anything
about a Katie McConnell?
- Yeah, yeah she did.
What is it, Cameron?
- Nothin'.
- Don't shrug me off.
What do you know
about Adrian Dunn?
- I told you everything I know.
- No, you know more.
Do you know where
he's been recently?
Has he traveled?
- He's been in jail.
- Where?
- On the moon.
(computer chiming)
- Sorry to disturb you.
I know it's important to bond
before you sleep
together, but do you
have to do it in my old office?
- Charming as always.
- Is he infected?
- See, he's surprised to hear
that you're even interested.
- No I'm not.
- (chuckles) Ooh, I like him.
Make sure you do sleep
with him, Kirbie.
- Look, stop it,
both of you, okay?
This isn't funny.
- Listen, you two need me
out there findin' Dunn, eh?
- Detective, when
you get out there
if ya see the pizza boy, ask
him if he'll deliver in here.
I tip real good.
- I'll get that pizza for ya.
(Gene chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
(woman grunting)
(hand smacks)
- [Adrian] Lie, lie, lie.
You promised to wait for me.
It's okay.
We go home now, my love.
(woman groans)
- Hey Joe, listen, run
a couple more units
down to Little Beirut.
Just a hunch I got.
(phone ringing)
Thanks.
- [Casper] Grayson.
- Hello, Casper. (chuckles)
- [Casper] I found Dunn for you.
- Okay, put it up.
Now introduce the virus.
(computer beeping)
Son of a bitch.
That is one smart virus.
It rejected the
monoclonal antibody,
went straight for the real one.
Whatever design, this
has my admiration.
- Well, that eliminates
an ionic solution.
What next?
- Those little buggers
are tryin' to break loose,
change the Earth's biosphere.
Hundred years from
now, maybe less.
You've got a ready made planet
for whatever breathes
methane, terraforming.
It's an old concept, really.
Changing a planet
to suit the needs
of your species without
direct confrontation.
(somber music)
Those little green guys are
probably on their way now.
See?
And you thought all those
diplomas on the wall were fakes.
- It's probably 'cause
they were done in crayon.
- [Casper] Yo, here!
- Let's see.
Where is he?
- My boy says he's
upstairs somewhere,
about halfway, right side.
Hey yo, Judge, wait a minute.
Aren't you forgettin'
two things?
- Nah, I'll take the collar
off and give you the money
when I see what I wanna see.
(Casper hoots)
(suspenseful music)
- All the world will
die except for us,
and for our babies.
- I'm not Katie.
Let me go.
- What did you say?
(woman crying)
What did you say?
- [Woman] Don't. (crying)
- [Adrian] Did you say?
- [Woman] No, don't. (crying)
- What did you say?
(Adrian sniffing)
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian sniffing)
Cameron!
I smell you! (sniffs)
(soft suspenseful music)
(Chichi grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(gun fires)
- [Chichi] Yo, I got
him, man! (gurgling)
- Who's got who, sweet baby?
- Who the hell are you, man?
He's in here!
(Adrian sniffs)
(gun fires)
(glass breaks)
(gun fires)
- This one's for Katie.
(Casper grunts)
(gun fires)
- Screw you, Judge.
You ain't leaving this building.
Chichi, come here.
Go on.
One, two, three.
(guns firing)
Come on, window.
(footsteps tapping)
(gun fires)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(Cameron gasps)
- Allow me, sir.
(guns firing)
(Adrian grunts)
- Who the hell is this guy?
(guns firing)
(Casper cries out)
(gun fires)
(Chichi grunts)
- Cammie!
My dear old friend.
Your turn.
(siren blaring)
(somber music)
- I'm not your friend.
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] Put down
your weapons, lie flat.
- I'm a cop.
I'm a cop, damn it!
- Yeah, what's your
story, sunshine?
- Grayson, Black Shield.
- Yeah, and I'm Gumby,
pleased to meet you.
- Listen, he's infected with
a virus, don't touch him.
- What kind of virus?
- I don't know, call Doctor--
- Listen, what that guy
looks like to me is dead.
It looks like you capped him.
- I'm tellin' you,
don't touch him.
- Keep him quiet, please.
- [Cameron] Don't touch him!
I'm tellin' you, don't--
- Keep quiet!
(Cameron grunts)
- He's got a pulse, weak.
We need medics.
- All right, let's check
out I'm a cop's story.
Call sky bike for
transport to Lady of Mercy.
They got a security wing.
Let's go.
- Come on, get your
hands off me, man.
I'll call Precinct 14.
Come on, I used to be
a cop just like you.
- Captain Lankett, got
a certain Grayson here.
- Let me see him.
- Come on.
- Yes, sir.
- Come on.
- Let him go.
- Yeah, that's him.
So you made some
new friends, I see.
- Dunn's on his way
to Lady of Mercy.
You gotta reroute him
to UMIDS Infectious
Disease Center now.
- Dunn?
- Yeah, Dunn.
He's not in Cincinnati, Lankett.
He's here and he's turned,
he's turned into
I don't know what.
- Come on, slow
down, start again.
He's turned into what?
- Damn it, Lankett, stop
acting like a parrot
and get him down to UMIDS now.
I'll meet ya there.
(somber music)
- [Automated Voice] Hospital
circadian lighting is on.
It is daytime.
- I don't believe this.
Who told you to admit them?
- Dr. Younger, I was told
UMIDS had refused them.
Captain Lankett ordered
'em put under guard here.
They're both in iso.
- Kirbie, what's goin' on?
Why isn't Dunn at UMIDS?
- Don't ask.
Somehow he was refused
admittance there and sent here.
- We were told you were under
full medical quarantine.
What did you want me
to do, let him die?
- Listen, I've fired
more ammunition into Dunn
than most cops do in an entire
career and he's still alive.
Hey, hey, what the
hell am I dealin' with?
- Not hell, just outer space.
- What?
- They found a girl with him.
- I know that.
- She's here, too,
she's infected.
She hasn't exploded yet.
- She hasn't what?
- Look, I have two
EVRUs on the way.
I have to go check on the girl.
You wait here for the EVRUs.
Tell the unit techs that
this is Level 4 Isolation.
- [Cameron] 4
Isolation, wait, listen.
- Get all these cops
away from the ward.
Iso suits only.
- Whoa.
If it's that dangerous, I
don't want you near him either.
- Look, I can handle myself.
Just wait here for
the EVRUs, all right?
- EVRUs in four...
Iso.
Excuse me.
I'm a cop.
I'll just go in.
(chuckles) I just
love days like this.
(men grunting)
- Don't go in there.
(doors bang)
- Hey, hey, hey.
- No!
- [Scientist] He can't go in
there, who does he think he is?
(machine beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(officer grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian sniffing)
(woman coughing)
- Katie.
Katie.
(woman coughing)
I'm lonely for you, Katie.
(ominous music)
- Is he in there?
Sound the security
alert, he's gone.
(ominous music)
(alarm blaring)
- Katie.
Beautiful, beautiful
Katie, I missed you.
Look, I changed.
I can change you, too.
Then we can be together again.
(alarm blaring)
We can be together
forever and ever and ever!
(dramatic music)
(Cameron cries out)
- Gimme that.
Get outta here!
(gun fires)
(glass breaking)
(alarm blaring)
- You sure, you're okay?
I mean, he didn't--
- No, no.
I'm sure I'm okay.
Anyway, even if
he did infect me,
at least we'd both
be working on this
from the inside out, right?
(Gene chuckles)
- Ya know somethin'?
I never noticed this
before, but you have
the same sense of humor as I do.
- Yeah well, see what a bad
influence you are on me?
(suspenseful music)
How are you doing, Gene?
- I've been better.
I'll see you when you get here.
- Yeah.
- You okay?
- [Kirbie] Yeah, you?
- Dunn got away,
just disappeared.
We have 12 units out, though.
We'll get him.
Where are you goin'?
- [Kirbie] I have to get back
to UMIDS as soon as possible.
- All right, then I'll drive ya.
Besides, there's a few things
I need to pick up on the way.
- He called me Katie.
(somber music)
When are you gonna
tell me who Katie is?
- Eh, go on, go on get in there.
What was that, sweetheart?
Of course you can have all
the light and water you want.
Yeah. (grunting)
(ominous music)
- [Cameron] Come in.
- So this is your place, huh?
- Yeah, make yourself at home.
Listen, I'll be
right back, okay.
(somber music)
Hey Kirbie,
give these a try.
They're a little big, but...
You can use my dining room.
- Thanks.
What's in the bag?
- Light caliber weapons didn't
seem to do much to Dunn.
He won't be gettin'
up next time.
I'll be ready.
- How ya gonna track him down?
- My guess is he's
in Little Beirut.
Anyway, he's got a
way of showin' up
with no help from me.
I'll be ready for him.
It's you I'm worried about.
- [Kirbie] Me?
- Yeah.
(somber music)
- This is Katie, isn't it?
She's your wife?
Where is she?
- She's dead.
- I'm sorry.
Do you wanna tell
me what's going on?
Please.
Tell me what's going on.
- Adrian Dunn was
my best friend.
- Your best friend?
- Yeah.
We went to the academy together.
Katie was an
ex-girlfriend of Adrian's.
One time I met Katie,
one thing led to another,
we got married.
Adrian never said much about it,
kinda like it was
taboo between us.
Katie told me plenty about
him, how violent he was.
Anyway, two days
after we got married
Adrian came here.
Katie was home alone.
He beat her, he raped her.
She never made it
outta the hospital.
- I'm so sorry.
- So don't fall for
me, I'm real bad news.
- Hey, you're not blaming
yourself, are you?
- Me? Nah.
Never saw it comin'.
- Well anyway, don't
worry about me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
- Good, me neither.
Come on, we got
better things to do.
I gotta go down
to Little Beirut.
I'll drop you off at UMIDS.
(somber music)
- I look like Katie, don't I?
- Yeah, ya do.
- [Doctor] Tomorrow is too late.
10 minutes from now
- We don't have any
- is too late.
- experience with this at all.
- We gotta do something.
- The last thing
we need here is panic.
- I couldn't agree more
with you, Mr. Mayor.
The virus is contained to--
- Oh come on!
- We'll have a fix on its
origin within 72 hours.
- Contained?
We got this Dunn character
running around on the loose
spreading a contained virus.
And what happens if Dr.
Younger's alien virus theory
turns out to be right?
We gotta nail the bastard now.
- Dr. Young does not speak
for UMIDS, Mr. Mayor.
(phone chiming)
- What ya doin', happiness?
- It's your office, crying.
- Mm, that's nice.
Everyone should have a hobby.
Meeting over?
- The mayor wants to wait
and see what happens.
I get the sense he'd be
glad if the virus just
took over and destroyed
all of Little Beirut.
- Well he's up for reelection.
- Cameron's down there.
I'm worried about him.
- He's good people, Kirbie.
I like him.
- Well that's saying something.
You don't like anyone.
- (chuckles) Except you.
I've pocketed my data.
Set your Pippin to record.
I'll post-transmit it in.
(computer beeping)
This unit is solid steel.
It won't even burn
up the room nextdoor.
(ominous music)
- No, Gene, don't.
Please.
I'm coming down.
- Bye, kid.
(ominous music)
(alarm blaring)
- ISO Unit 1
burn down procedures engaged.
Burn down lockup engaged.
Virus known to station one.
10, nine, eight, seven,
- You've been invited
- six,
- to a barbecue
- five, four,
- and your the main course.
- three, two, one.
(dramatic music)
(flames hissing)
(alarm blaring)
(explosion booms)
(alarm blaring)
(liquid pattering)
- Oh God.
Oh God.
- Katie.
- [Kirbie] Don't.
(elevator dings)
Somebody help me!
- [Adrian] Katie.
- I'm Katie.
I still love you, it's true.
(phone beeps)
- [Adrian] I love you, Katie.
- We have to talk first.
- [Adrian] I need you.
- Hey, where's Dr. Younger?
- Look, there's been
a bacterial leak.
Get an iso suit on if
you're gonna wander around.
(Kirbie cries out)
(ominous music)
(alarm blaring)
- Have you seen, Doctor, sir.
Where's Dr. Younger?
- I don't know.
- Come on!
- She wasn't with us
in that room.
(dramatic music)
- Katie!
Katie, where are you?
Can smell you, why you hiding?
It Cammie?
Don't love him, Katie, please!
(suspenseful music)
(Kirbie grunts)
Don't.
Don't love him.
Don't love him.
- I don't.
- Love me.
Love me.
Love me!
- Yes.
(suspenseful music)
- Oh my God.
- This.
- Katie.
- This way, please.
- Yes.
- Now.
- Yes, yes.
- Let me undress for you.
- Oh. Katie!
(ominous music)
Katie.
Come back, Katie, I need you.
I love you, Katie.
Not Katie?
Not Katie.
You're not Katie!
(Adrian sniffing)
(forklift buzzes)
(engine rumbling)
(Adrian cries out)
(Adrian cries out)
(Kirbie grunts)
(Kirbie cries out)
(dramatic music)
(Kirbie screaming)
- Hold it, Dunn!
- Don't be worried,
Cam, it's a forger.
She's not Katie.
- Ow!
- You get off her
or I'm gonna blow you to hell.
- Ah, careful, careful,
careful partner,
you're a lousy shot.
- Cameron, don't shoot.
He's pure methane
inside, he'll blow.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- No!
- Blow it up, blow
it up, blow it up!
(gun fires)
- (coughs) Kirbie!
Kirbie!
- [Kirbie] I'm okay,
he's over there.
Behind you.
(gun fires)
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
Go get that son of a bitch.
- Eat this, Dunn.
(explosion booms)
Stay here.
(soft suspenseful music)
- [Woman] What's going on?
- [Man] Watch it.
(Adrian cries out)
- Seems like old times,
Cammie, just me and you.
(men grunting)
(dramatic music)
(electricity zaps)
(men grunting)
(laser zapping)
(somber music)
(Cameron wheezing)
(Cameron cries out)
(suspenseful music)
Better this way.
I'm doing you a favor.
Believe me, old friend,
you wouldn't much care
for what this world is becoming.
(Cameron grunting)
You have to change to
even breathe the air.
(Cameron cries out)
- Adrian, it's Katie.
I want you, Adrian.
Take me.
- You're not our Katie.
Our Katie is dead.
- Who cares?
I want you anyway.
- Sorry, Adrian is
very busy right now.
- No, Adrian, I want you now.
(laser humming)
(Adrian screaming)
(crowd gasps)
- [Man] Yeah,
somebody over there.
(somber music)
(Cameron chuckles)
- Hey, how are ya?
Lookin' good.
- Thanks.
- Hey, how's the hand?
- [Cameron] It's okay.
- Great.
- What are you doin' there?
- Packing up.
- Why?
- Well, I've been offered
a position over at UMIDS.
Gene's old job.
- And you're gonna take it.
- Yes.
(somber music)
- I think that's great.
That's just what
Gene would've wanted.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Say, how 'bout that dinner?
I seem to remember this
quiet little spot downtown
that serves up probably
some of the worst sushi
I've ever had, but.
(Cameron laughs)
What do ya think?
- Mind if I take a snowcheck?
Why don't I give you
a lift down to UMIDS?
- Thanks, but actually
they're sending
a car over for me, so.
- Well great.
I gotta get back to work now.
- Okay.
- I guess I'll say
goodbye for now, huh?
- Yeah.
(somber music)
- Thanks, Kirbie.
Bye.
(upbeat electronic music)
- [Guard On Loud Speaker]
Prisoner 018625 report.
- [Guard] Come on, move it.
This way.
- Prisoner 021987, report.
- Move!
- [Guard On Loud Speaker]
0600, Red Block prisoners
will report to Lunar
Maintenance 4 on Level 2.
Green and Yellow Block
prisoners will report
for their regular mining duties.
(prisoners chattering)
(ominous music)
All station guards
stay in positions.
(prisoners chattering)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(prisoners chattering)
(prisoner exhales)
- [Guard] Does anybody know
what's on the interview tonight?
(prisoners chattering)
(ominous music)
(prisoners chattering)
- Hey.
- Kill him!
(prisoners shouting)
- Somebody!
(prisoners shouting)
(suspenseful music)
(prisoner cries out)
(prisoners chattering)
- I think it was half a minute.
- [Prisoner] You owe me, man.
10 to one, you owe me!
(prisoner gurgling)
- [Prisoner] That's
it, game over.
- [Prisoner] Oh man.
- [Prisoner] Better
than the fight
we saw last night,
that's for sure.
- [Prisoner] Hey man, ew!
Aw, man.
- [Prisoner] And
we have a winner.
(suspenseful music)
(prisoners chattering)
- What's he doin'?
- Hey, what's happenin'?
(ominous music)
- Anybody else want a cigarette?
- Sweet.
- Oh yeah,
let's get outta here.
- I didn't think so.
(prisoners chattering)
- All right.
- [Prisoner] Enjoy
your 10 bucks.
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian cries out)
(alarm blaring)
- [Guard On Loud Speaker]
Security, Lunar Maintenance 4.
Send security team to
Lunar Maintenance 4.
(alarm blaring)
(Adrian grunts)
(alarm blaring)
(machine beeping)
- [Computer] Tachycardia,
heart rate 210 bpms and rising.
(Adrian groaning)
KBS 13 milligrams.
- What's in this guy?
- [Computer] EEG negative.
(Adrian grunting)
EKG negative.
CVBS negative.
All life signs negative.
- Paddles.
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Clear.
(paddles zapping)
Bag him, he's dead meat.
(elevator whirring)
- [Man] What you got?
- [Guard] A couple of
stiffs from Labor 4
for the boss coroner at Logan.
- [Man] Okay, that's
Shuttle 3B, Bay 6.
(elevator whirring)
- [Pilot] Lunar Control,
this is Shuttle 3B.
All systems green for takeoff.
- [Controller]
Copy, 3B, stand by.
10, nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four, three
two, one, ignition.
- [Co-Pilot] Warmin'
up in Boston today?
- [Pilot] Eh, no way.
It's snowin' again of course.
- [Co-Pilot] Damn, I thought
we were flyin' to Mexico.
- [Pilot] What's the difference?
There's snow
everywhere these days.
Well, there's our Earth,
the big brown marble.
100% dust covered,
perpetual night.
(ominous music)
Catch the news on GX last night?
- [Co-Pilot] Who
watches that crap?
- [Pilot] They say the
explosion was caused
by that volcanic diamond
unit off Hoiku, Japan.
- [Co-Pilot] What
is it, another month
before the dust starts to lift?
(suspenseful music)
- [Automated Voice]
Lunar Shuttle 3B arriving
Cargo Concourse 3.
- [Reporter] How's your
drive home tonight, Boston?
Those circadian daylights
are shutting down a little--
(floor waxer whirring)
(bag crackling)
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian grunting)
(Adrian sniffing)
(Adrian sniffing)
- [Casper] What's that?
- What do you think it
is, you little shrimp?
You think I'm gonna come
to a meeting with you
without bringin' somethin'?
- (chuckles) No deal.
- Hey, yo, get real.
I'm tired and I'm really not
in the mood for your shtick.
So get back over here.
Closer.
Let's see what you
brought to the party, huh?
Anything up your sleeve there?
- Who are you really?
- I'm the guy that's gonna
make that pink puss of yours
real happy if you
got what I want.
- Oh, I have it.
- Really?
- Casper sees everything,
hears everything,
and knows even more.
What you want is right in
(device zaps)
here!
That's it, take him down!
Kick his butt!
Turn him over!
Turn him over, man, that's it!
Kick his butt!
(Cameron grunting)
Kick him down, man.
Huh, who you callin' shrimp?
That's it, take the gun.
Do it, do him, do him in!
Time for some extra
payback, Grayson. (laughs)
(Cameron groans)
To your mom!
Come on, let's go.
(bone cracks)
(henchman cries out)
Let's move.
(henchman groaning)
(gun firing)
- (sniffles) I can't
remember anything else.
Just that face, red
and sick looking.
And his smell.
Like something rotten.
- Good, got it all recorded
on the Pippin, Tricia.
Now you're gonna help us draw
a picture of the assailant.
Just relax and look at the
big screen in front of you.
(computer beeping)
I'm starting the program.
Don't be scared.
SIS is gonna read your
subliminal reactions
to the facial features of
the man who attacked you.
Which part of his face
do you remember best?
- His eyes, definitely his eyes.
- All right, touch the
screen where it says eyes.
(computer beeping)
- No, those are
nothing like him.
His eyes were red.
- Just keep looking
at the screen.
Empty your mind, let
the images go by.
Relax your face.
SIS is reading your
micromuscular responses.
(computer beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(Tricia gasps)
- It's him!
- [Officer] Okay,
excellent, Tricia.
- Hey Mitchell.
- Now we're going
to look at some other
facial features.
- Look into this for
me, would ya, please?
- [Mitchell] All
right, thanks a lot.
- [Officer] Touch
nose on the screen.
You're doing just fine.
Relax, you're going to help
us catch your assailant.
(hand pounding)
- Yeah?
Grayson, how'd it go?
- Peachy.
- Yeah, what about the money?
You bring in Casper?
- More fun to let
him be out there.
I can hardly wait to
see his face, though,
when he finds out
all that toilet paper
(chuckles) inside
his money belt.
- But Grayson, you were
supposed to bring him in.
Get back out there.
- Oh I'm sorry, but
I'm takin' a break.
You're chief of
detectives, Captain.
Why don't you send one of
your guys up to mop up?
- No way, Grayson.
- Lankett, it's
the econight, man.
(sighs) It's gettin' to me.
I'm tired, I can't sleep.
- Hey Jack, we're all tired.
It doesn't get you
out of this case.
- Black Shield
prerogative, Captain.
By the way, two of
Casper's are out there
bleedin' on city property,
so you should send
a garbage truck.
- Friggin' Black Shield.
- Just relax.
You're doing fine.
(suspenseful music)
Relax your face.
Don't be scared.
- That's his mouth.
- That's good,
that's all we need.
Now we can assemble a picture.
(computer beeping)
- That's him.
I'm positive, it's him.
(sirens blaring)
(suspenseful music)
(man grunts)
(neck cracks)
(knuckles tapping)
(computer beeping)
(phone beeping)
- Not tonight, Liam, I'm beat.
- Dr. Younger?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry, just a moment.
(phone beeping)
- [Dr. Underwood] I'm sorry
to disturb you, Dr. Younger.
This is Dr. Underwood
at Boston PD.
The health department
gave me your name
as the head of microbiology
at the Lady of Mercy?
- [Kirbie] What can
I do for you, Doctor?
- Well, I have a rape
victim and the semen
and blood samples
of her assailant
are turning out some
very odd readings.
Could you come down to the lab?
- Tonight?
- Please.
- I've been on my
feet for 18 hours.
Can't it wait until--
- No.
- What is it?
- I was hopin'
you could tell me.
(suspenseful music)
- I'm on my way.
- Detective Grayson?
- Yeah.
- [Man] I've been
waiting for a week.
I don't care what
your excuse is.
I want a darned apology.
(officers chattering)
Do I have to come
there and do your job?
I don't care.
- What do you want?
- I'm assigning myself
a new case.
- What's the matter, holiday
flights all booked up?
- No, my date canceled.
Now talk to me
about Adrian Dunn.
- Dunn?
- Collins pulled up this picture
on the SIS terminal last night.
- So what's this
got to do with Dunn?
- That is Dunn!
- Aw come on, Grayson.
- Listen, some rape case
IDed him last night.
- It can't be Dunn, he's dead.
- It's Dunn.
He's sick, he's freaked
up, but he's Dunn.
- Dunn died at Lunar
Labor 4 three days ago.
- Then how come his
body bag come up empty
at Logan Lunar last night?
- You leave it alone, Grayson
and that is a direct order.
Don't you gimme that
Black Shield crap again.
- My right, Captain.
I'm assigning myself.
- I hate this aggravating
circadian daylights.
Listen, I'm handling this
rape case myself, all right?
The victim is locked
up in an iso ward
over at Lady of Mercy
with some weirdo virus
the doctors have never
even heard about.
- I could give two shakes.
I wanna know about Dunn.
- Trust me, Grayson,
it isn't Dunn.
He was DOA at Lunar Med.
The guards, the
attending doctors,
everbody and his mother's
lousy dog pronounced him dead.
- Don't you think it's kinda odd
that the SIS would
pull up his picture?
- Oh, so somebody
screwed up at Logan.
His body'll turn up
in Cincinnati tomorrow
and mystery solved.
- Okay, who's the rape case?
- (chuckles) My case, stay away.
- I wanna talk to her.
- Screw you.
- Fine, you handle the rape
case, I'll take the Dunn case.
- Hey, there is no
friggin' Dunn case!
- There is now!
(ominous music)
(Tricia grunting)
- [Kirbie] Can I help you?
- What's wrong with her?
- Who are you?
(Tricia grunting)
- Why is she in
isolation, she gonna die?
- Captain Lankett didn't
mention your name, Officer...
- Oh, Detective Grayson,
Cameron Grayson.
I need to talk to her.
- She's under heavy
sedation and I can't
let you in anyway right now.
This case is just,
let's start again.
Who are you exactly?
- Listen, when will she
be able to--
- All right, that's it.
I don't know who you
are and that's the last
non-answer you're giving me.
Yes, Captain Lankett?
This is Dr. Younger
at Lady of Mercy.
There's a man here who
says he's, never mind.
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian gasps)
(Adrian gurgling)
(door buzzes)
- Just forget the stun stick.
I need a room.
(laser whirring)
- Why don't go back
to Little Beirut
and kill yourself a
couple more punks?
- 'Cause I'm cleared for
evidence rooms, that's why.
- (chuckles) Yeah,
well you're bettin'
on the wrong horse, pal.
Come on, really.
You don't really believe that
Dunn was ever in this bag?
- I think anything's
possible, Lankett.
After all, you made
captain. (laughs)
- [Nurse On Loud Speaker]
Dr. Vermais, please report
to Psychiatry, Dr. Vermais.
(Cameron clears throat)
- What is it?
Is she in danger?
What the hell are
you doing in here?
Get out.
- Shield your eyes, I'm
gonna turn the light on.
Listen, there's some
questions about Tricia Rollins
I just have to have answers to.
- (scoffs) Are you in
the habit of just walking
into people's bedrooms in
the middle of the night?
- It's five o'clock
in the afternoon.
It's the econight.
Don't feel bad,
everybody's confused.
- I don't feel bad.
You're trespassing on hospital
property, and my privacy.
Now I have been told
that Captain Lankett
is in charge of this case, so--
- Well I'm sure you've
figured out by now
that Captain Lankett
couldn't fall of a cliff
if someone pushed him.
- [Nurse On Loud Speaker]
Dr. Evans, line four.
- But you do have a nice smile.
Sense of humor.
(soft bright music)
How 'bout an early dinner?
I really need your
help on this case.
I know a nice quiet spot.
(crowd chattering)
- [Merchant] Fresh bowl.
Hot chowder.
Chowder.
Blue fish.
Chowder, chowder.
(crowd chattering)
Blue fish.
- You got change?
- Fresh blue fish.
(crowd chattering)
- Hey, boss, gimme a
couple of those, will ya?
Yeah, two.
Thank you.
Yeah, there you go.
- [Kirbie] Black Shield unit?
- Oh, elite unit.
Assign ourselves,
break all the rules,
solve all the big cases.
- Hm, sounds like
a cop's wet dream.
- Not at all.
Latest in police science.
Some brain at Harvard
invented the concept.
- Ah, and your degree
is in what, harassment?
- You betcha, PhD.
Now didn't I see you
in the rudeness class?
- Touche.
So, what do you need to
know from me, Detective?
(crowd chattering)
- Blue fish!
- Why don't you tell
me everything you know
about the rape victim,
Tricia Rollins.
- Tell me something, why did you
assign yourself to this case?
- It's personal.
- You know the victim?
- Know the assailant.
Now let me interview Tricia.
- She's in full
medical quarantine.
No one in the world sees
her without my okay.
Then you've probably
already tried, huh?
Is that why you
invited me to dinner?
- Why is she in quarantine?
- [Merchant] Cold pizza up here.
Cold pizza, we
got hot dogs here.
- She's contracted
an unknown virus.
- Unknown?
- And extremely dangerous.
We don't know its nature,
how it's transmitted,
or even its ultimate effect.
I've sent samples to UMIDS
virology for analysis.
- Did the rapist give it to her?
- Possibly.
Sexual transmission is unlikely,
but it's just too soon to call.
Listen, I need to
know everything
that you can tell me
about the assailant.
- It's classified, sorry.
Hey, charming sunset, huh?
You hear the rumor that
the sky is starting
to lighten in the South Pole?
- Thank you for the
charming company
and the illuminating
conversation,
but I have to get back to work.
- Yeah.
(somber music)
Wait, wait, wait, please!
Thank you.
(crowd chattering)
- [Customer] 16 fish sticks.
- [Merchant] 16 fish
sticks, fry 'em up, Frank.
Frank, fry 'em now quickly.
(Adrian grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(Adrian cries out)
(furniture clattering)
- [Man] Hey!
Hey, what the hell
are doin' nextdoor?
Keep the noise down.
(fist banging)
Hey!
Nextdoor, hey!
(fist banging)
(Adrian groaning)
(fist banging)
(Adrian grunting)
(glass breaking)
(prostitute laughing)
(ominous music)
(customer murmuring)
(Adrian sniffing)
- [Prostitute] Come
on, come on, man.
(Adrian sniffing)
Come on.
I'll take the money,
if ya don't mind.
- [Customer] There ya go.
- Here we go.
(Adrian sniffing)
- [Customer] You
mean, right here?
- Doesn't bother me.
(prostitute whimpers)
(suspenseful music)
(customer gurgling)
(Adrian cries out)
Don't, you freak. (whimpering)
No please, no
please! (whimpering)
Oh God, wait,
wait, wait, please.
No wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait!
- [Adrian] Please.
- God.
- Katie.
- What?
- Don't do it.
- Let me go, let me
go, I'm not Katie.
Let me go, please.
(Adrian sniffing)
I'm not Katie.
- Not Katie.
- Let me go.
Okay?
- Not Katie.
- Okay.
(Adrian sniffing)
- Not Katie.
- God.
Oh God.
- Not Katie!
Not Katie!
(neck cracks)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
(somber music)
(computer beeping)
- Detective Grayson.
- Yeah.
- You requested a
412 on violent rape.
- Yeah.
- I've got a list for
the last 48 hours.
- Put it into my Pippin.
- And patrol unit 22-4
called in a possible
about five minutes ago.
They're reporting to the scene.
- Put that location through
to my Pippin, too, now.
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Hey, what's going on?
- [Woman] We can't get through.
Think there was an accident.
(women chattering)
(officers chattering)
- Yo, Bobby, what's that
building over there?
- [Bobby] Ah, it's
a cheapo hotel.
(hand thuds)
(Cameron whistles)
- What room?
Officer, send
forensics up to 417.
(suspenseful music)
- Detective Grayson,
you're really
startin' to piss me off.
This is my case!
- Well why don't ya
try doin' your job?
Excuse me.
- Fingerprint the whole
room, top to bottom.
You, I want the badge
number of the guy
that let that animal in here.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, where's Dr. Younger?
- Behind you.
- Dr. Delhan, line two.
Dr. Delhan, line two.
- [Cameron] What's
goin' on here?
- They called a little after
I got back to the hotel.
Tricia's being transferred
to UMIDS' new iso med ward.
- [Cameron] Why?
- You can give me
a lift over there.
(suspenseful music)
When it's completed, this
is gonna be the biggest
virology unit in the
country, bigger than Atlanta.
- Do you work here?
- I've been offered a job.
I haven't decided.
(knuckles tapping)
Is there a doctor in the house?
- [Gene] Kirbie.
Look at you.
- [Kirbie] Good to see you.
- So, still sending me
all the tough ones, huh?
Why don't you just
take the job here,
then I could officially
do all your work
and thinking for you.
- This charming fascist was
my boss back in Atlanta.
This is Cameron
Grayson, Detective.
- Gene Washington,
scientist extraordinaire.
- Hey.
- Have a seat.
Kirbie here is a
decent microbiologist,
but lousy friend.
I know you're in town, so how
come you haven't called me?
- Well, I've been busy,
you know how it is.
(Gene grunts)
So, where have you put Rollins?
- Unit 1.
We're working up an MRI NA scan
and doing a microbiopsy
on her tumors.
That's what we've got so far.
- Thanks.
- Doctor, I'd like
to talk to her.
- [Gene] Only if
you're telepathic.
- Detective Grayson's not aware
that she's in a coma, Gene.
- (chuckles) I stand admonished.
I'll take you down to unit one.
At least you can see Tricia
Rollins for yourself.
- [Cameron] Thanks.
- We monitor unit one from here.
This way to the
observation deck.
(Tricia wheezing)
- [Kirbie] She's
developed tumorous masses
along her face,
breasts, and stomach.
- Oh my Lord.
(Tricia wheezing)
Is it cancer?
- Ya know, I wish
it was that simple.
She's exhaling a mixture
of CO2 with traces of CH4.
Don't anyone light a
cigarette near her,
or smell her breath
for that matter.
- Wait a second, are
you two tellin' me
that she's exhaling methane gas?
- Oh remarkable, Detective.
Are you a scientist as well?
(Tricia wheezing)
We'll learn more
from the biopsies.
- [Cameron] How
contagious is she?
- Very good question.
The virus is clearly infectious.
Casual contact
seems safe enough,
but I wouldn't bet
the mortgage on it.
Well, I better go downstairs
and kick some lab butt, huh?
I'll buzz you when
I've got something.
- All right.
- Nice meeting you, Detective.
- Yeah, you too.
Do you do DNA testing here?
- Yeah, why?
(Tricia wheezing)
It's this way.
- So where are we goin'?
- Just follow me.
Where did you collect this nail?
- Hotel room near where
a hooker and a
customer were murdered.
- [Kirbie] Okay, this way.
- [Cameron] Nope, I gotta go.
- [Kirbie] Well wait, wait.
- Huh?
- Wait.
- The hooker.
- Yeah.
- Was she--
- The preliminary
coroner's report said
no sexual contact.
- [Kirbie] But you think
that she was killed
by the man that
we're looking for.
- Well I'll know that when you
get those tests back to me.
- Thanks for dinner last night.
I'm sorry I had to rush off.
- Ah, you were right about
the sushi anyway, huh?
(soft music)
- God.
(tires screech)
(upbeat music)
- Tuesday, Rollo?
- Yeah, yeah.
- [Casper] My cheek
is starting to hurt.
I said my cheek is
starting to hurt.
Give me some water, man!
Hey!
- Handsome, sweetheart.
Ooh.
Yeah, have a little trouble
with the money bills, huh?
Ya know what they say
about payback, don't ya?
I gotta tell ya, I
got a big problem
with folks that can't keep
up their end of the bargain.
So let us get the rules straight
to this particular encounter.
I ask, you answer.
Or...
Ooh yeah.
- No.
No.
You bully!
(Casper whimpering)
No, please.
- Well, maybe not as artistic
you as hoped for but
- My face.
- I like it.
- [Casper] Oh.
- I'm lookin' for somebody
has been raping women
in this part of town.
- So?
- So, so you tell
them that there's
a big juicy reward out for him.
- And just how am I
supposed to pay off, Judge?
- I oughta tell you,
you find the guy
and I'll provide the money.
In the meantime, ever
seen one of these?
It's real interesting.
It's called a keeper.
It's illegal now,
something about being
cruel and unusual punishment.
In about 36 hours
it's gonna shock ya
to unconsciousness.
(Casper groaning)
Every hour on the hour
until I deactivate it.
Why, it might even
scramble what little brains
you got left, Casper, huh?
Well, better get it
in gear, sweetheart.
I'd hate to think what
the neoravers will do
to that pink puss
if they find ya
layin' unconscious
in the gutter.
Ooh. (tongue clicking)
- Oh man.
Ow.
Ow.
Oh man.
Oh.
(glass breaking)
(Tricia wheezing)
(machines beeping)
- Get me some geo-lidocaine.
(Tricia wheezing)
Hold her down.
(Tricia wheezing)
(alarm blaring)
(Tricia gasps)
(machine beeping)
Her heart stopped.
Get the paddles.
(suspenseful music)
Clear.
Clear, do it.
(Tricia gasping)
- Get outta here!
Go! (screams)
Everybody in the decom!
Iso 2, pressure suits.
Get outta here, go!
(alarm blaring)
(suspenseful music)
- [Kirbie] What happened?
Who's in there?
(computer beeps)
Oh my God.
- Wouldn't you know it?
You've always said
haste makes waste.
Oh well, I guess I'm becoming
a microbiologist's
dream, and nightmare.
I'm becoming my own
work. (chuckles)
(somber music)
- Wake up, wake up.
You know this guy?
- [Boy] No.
- [Casper] You ever
see him before?
- No, I've never seen him.
- Don't raise your voice at me.
You sure?
- Yes.
- Keep your eyes open for him.
Ya hear me?
- Get your light
sticks now, everybody.
(upbeat dance music)
Come on.
Step right up, step up.
Come on, get your light sticks.
Get your light
sticks, any color.
Red, green, blue, any color.
Every color is
magical, isn't it?
Come on, everybody,
step right up.
Step up, get your lights today.
Hey, how about you?
Hey, how about you?
Hey, lady over in
the yellow coat.
Hey, come on, get your
light sticks right here.
Step right up.
Hey, ya just got a
little green light.
I can get you a blue
one, an orange one,
a green one, a yellow one.
What do you want, come on?
A couple bucks, come on.
Hey, how 'bout you, man?
How 'bout.
- You seen this guy here?
- No.
- You sure?
- Never seen him before.
Hey, how 'bout you?
Hey, how 'bout you, ma'am?
Step right up, in the
red coat, come on.
You wanna see what I can
do with these light sticks.
Little bit of jugglin'
for your eyes.
Little bit of green, orange,
blue light sticks, come on.
Step right up, step right
up, get your lights.
How 'bout you, ma'am?
I see ya smilin', come on.
(phone ringing)
- Ah.
Grayson.
What's wrong?
- We've had an
incident in Unit 1.
That's not why I called.
- You look awful.
- Thanks.
You look like junk, too.
Listen, our genetics
lab got some good DNA
off that nail you found.
- You got a match?
- Well, they're
feeding the results
into the police computer
access you gave us.
It shouldn't be long now.
- I'll be right down.
Don't rush, I'm
not going anywhere.
- You okay, Kirbie?
(phone beeping)
(partiers chattering)
(somber music)
- [Partier] It's not over here.
(soft suspenseful music)
(Adrian sniffing)
(faucet squeaks)
(faucet gurgles)
- [Adrian] Thirsty.
Always so thirsty.
And I have to go get
something to drink.
You stay here.
Okay, you'll be safe.
You stay here.
I'll be back.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, I gotta tell ya,
you look good in a spacesuit.
- Don't kid around, okay?
I'm really not in the mood.
- Well why don't ya
tell me what's goin' on?
- Plenty.
There's been a
breach in Iso Unit 1.
(computer beeping)
Does the name Adrian Dunn
mean anything to you?
- Are you sure?
- [Kirbie] Yeah, who is he?
- That's who he is.
Kirbie, did Tricia
Rollins say anything
about a Katie McConnell?
- Yeah, yeah she did.
What is it, Cameron?
- Nothin'.
- Don't shrug me off.
What do you know
about Adrian Dunn?
- I told you everything I know.
- No, you know more.
Do you know where
he's been recently?
Has he traveled?
- He's been in jail.
- Where?
- On the moon.
(computer chiming)
- Sorry to disturb you.
I know it's important to bond
before you sleep
together, but do you
have to do it in my old office?
- Charming as always.
- Is he infected?
- See, he's surprised to hear
that you're even interested.
- No I'm not.
- (chuckles) Ooh, I like him.
Make sure you do sleep
with him, Kirbie.
- Look, stop it,
both of you, okay?
This isn't funny.
- Listen, you two need me
out there findin' Dunn, eh?
- Detective, when
you get out there
if ya see the pizza boy, ask
him if he'll deliver in here.
I tip real good.
- I'll get that pizza for ya.
(Gene chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
(woman grunting)
(hand smacks)
- [Adrian] Lie, lie, lie.
You promised to wait for me.
It's okay.
We go home now, my love.
(woman groans)
- Hey Joe, listen, run
a couple more units
down to Little Beirut.
Just a hunch I got.
(phone ringing)
Thanks.
- [Casper] Grayson.
- Hello, Casper. (chuckles)
- [Casper] I found Dunn for you.
- Okay, put it up.
Now introduce the virus.
(computer beeping)
Son of a bitch.
That is one smart virus.
It rejected the
monoclonal antibody,
went straight for the real one.
Whatever design, this
has my admiration.
- Well, that eliminates
an ionic solution.
What next?
- Those little buggers
are tryin' to break loose,
change the Earth's biosphere.
Hundred years from
now, maybe less.
You've got a ready made planet
for whatever breathes
methane, terraforming.
It's an old concept, really.
Changing a planet
to suit the needs
of your species without
direct confrontation.
(somber music)
Those little green guys are
probably on their way now.
See?
And you thought all those
diplomas on the wall were fakes.
- It's probably 'cause
they were done in crayon.
- [Casper] Yo, here!
- Let's see.
Where is he?
- My boy says he's
upstairs somewhere,
about halfway, right side.
Hey yo, Judge, wait a minute.
Aren't you forgettin'
two things?
- Nah, I'll take the collar
off and give you the money
when I see what I wanna see.
(Casper hoots)
(suspenseful music)
- All the world will
die except for us,
and for our babies.
- I'm not Katie.
Let me go.
- What did you say?
(woman crying)
What did you say?
- [Woman] Don't. (crying)
- [Adrian] Did you say?
- [Woman] No, don't. (crying)
- What did you say?
(Adrian sniffing)
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian sniffing)
Cameron!
I smell you! (sniffs)
(soft suspenseful music)
(Chichi grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(gun fires)
- [Chichi] Yo, I got
him, man! (gurgling)
- Who's got who, sweet baby?
- Who the hell are you, man?
He's in here!
(Adrian sniffs)
(gun fires)
(glass breaks)
(gun fires)
- This one's for Katie.
(Casper grunts)
(gun fires)
- Screw you, Judge.
You ain't leaving this building.
Chichi, come here.
Go on.
One, two, three.
(guns firing)
Come on, window.
(footsteps tapping)
(gun fires)
(guns firing)
(guns firing)
(Cameron gasps)
- Allow me, sir.
(guns firing)
(Adrian grunts)
- Who the hell is this guy?
(guns firing)
(Casper cries out)
(gun fires)
(Chichi grunts)
- Cammie!
My dear old friend.
Your turn.
(siren blaring)
(somber music)
- I'm not your friend.
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] Put down
your weapons, lie flat.
- I'm a cop.
I'm a cop, damn it!
- Yeah, what's your
story, sunshine?
- Grayson, Black Shield.
- Yeah, and I'm Gumby,
pleased to meet you.
- Listen, he's infected with
a virus, don't touch him.
- What kind of virus?
- I don't know, call Doctor--
- Listen, what that guy
looks like to me is dead.
It looks like you capped him.
- I'm tellin' you,
don't touch him.
- Keep him quiet, please.
- [Cameron] Don't touch him!
I'm tellin' you, don't--
- Keep quiet!
(Cameron grunts)
- He's got a pulse, weak.
We need medics.
- All right, let's check
out I'm a cop's story.
Call sky bike for
transport to Lady of Mercy.
They got a security wing.
Let's go.
- Come on, get your
hands off me, man.
I'll call Precinct 14.
Come on, I used to be
a cop just like you.
- Captain Lankett, got
a certain Grayson here.
- Let me see him.
- Come on.
- Yes, sir.
- Come on.
- Let him go.
- Yeah, that's him.
So you made some
new friends, I see.
- Dunn's on his way
to Lady of Mercy.
You gotta reroute him
to UMIDS Infectious
Disease Center now.
- Dunn?
- Yeah, Dunn.
He's not in Cincinnati, Lankett.
He's here and he's turned,
he's turned into
I don't know what.
- Come on, slow
down, start again.
He's turned into what?
- Damn it, Lankett, stop
acting like a parrot
and get him down to UMIDS now.
I'll meet ya there.
(somber music)
- [Automated Voice] Hospital
circadian lighting is on.
It is daytime.
- I don't believe this.
Who told you to admit them?
- Dr. Younger, I was told
UMIDS had refused them.
Captain Lankett ordered
'em put under guard here.
They're both in iso.
- Kirbie, what's goin' on?
Why isn't Dunn at UMIDS?
- Don't ask.
Somehow he was refused
admittance there and sent here.
- We were told you were under
full medical quarantine.
What did you want me
to do, let him die?
- Listen, I've fired
more ammunition into Dunn
than most cops do in an entire
career and he's still alive.
Hey, hey, what the
hell am I dealin' with?
- Not hell, just outer space.
- What?
- They found a girl with him.
- I know that.
- She's here, too,
she's infected.
She hasn't exploded yet.
- She hasn't what?
- Look, I have two
EVRUs on the way.
I have to go check on the girl.
You wait here for the EVRUs.
Tell the unit techs that
this is Level 4 Isolation.
- [Cameron] 4
Isolation, wait, listen.
- Get all these cops
away from the ward.
Iso suits only.
- Whoa.
If it's that dangerous, I
don't want you near him either.
- Look, I can handle myself.
Just wait here for
the EVRUs, all right?
- EVRUs in four...
Iso.
Excuse me.
I'm a cop.
I'll just go in.
(chuckles) I just
love days like this.
(men grunting)
- Don't go in there.
(doors bang)
- Hey, hey, hey.
- No!
- [Scientist] He can't go in
there, who does he think he is?
(machine beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(officer grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(Adrian sniffing)
(woman coughing)
- Katie.
Katie.
(woman coughing)
I'm lonely for you, Katie.
(ominous music)
- Is he in there?
Sound the security
alert, he's gone.
(ominous music)
(alarm blaring)
- Katie.
Beautiful, beautiful
Katie, I missed you.
Look, I changed.
I can change you, too.
Then we can be together again.
(alarm blaring)
We can be together
forever and ever and ever!
(dramatic music)
(Cameron cries out)
- Gimme that.
Get outta here!
(gun fires)
(glass breaking)
(alarm blaring)
- You sure, you're okay?
I mean, he didn't--
- No, no.
I'm sure I'm okay.
Anyway, even if
he did infect me,
at least we'd both
be working on this
from the inside out, right?
(Gene chuckles)
- Ya know somethin'?
I never noticed this
before, but you have
the same sense of humor as I do.
- Yeah well, see what a bad
influence you are on me?
(suspenseful music)
How are you doing, Gene?
- I've been better.
I'll see you when you get here.
- Yeah.
- You okay?
- [Kirbie] Yeah, you?
- Dunn got away,
just disappeared.
We have 12 units out, though.
We'll get him.
Where are you goin'?
- [Kirbie] I have to get back
to UMIDS as soon as possible.
- All right, then I'll drive ya.
Besides, there's a few things
I need to pick up on the way.
- He called me Katie.
(somber music)
When are you gonna
tell me who Katie is?
- Eh, go on, go on get in there.
What was that, sweetheart?
Of course you can have all
the light and water you want.
Yeah. (grunting)
(ominous music)
- [Cameron] Come in.
- So this is your place, huh?
- Yeah, make yourself at home.
Listen, I'll be
right back, okay.
(somber music)
Hey Kirbie,
give these a try.
They're a little big, but...
You can use my dining room.
- Thanks.
What's in the bag?
- Light caliber weapons didn't
seem to do much to Dunn.
He won't be gettin'
up next time.
I'll be ready.
- How ya gonna track him down?
- My guess is he's
in Little Beirut.
Anyway, he's got a
way of showin' up
with no help from me.
I'll be ready for him.
It's you I'm worried about.
- [Kirbie] Me?
- Yeah.
(somber music)
- This is Katie, isn't it?
She's your wife?
Where is she?
- She's dead.
- I'm sorry.
Do you wanna tell
me what's going on?
Please.
Tell me what's going on.
- Adrian Dunn was
my best friend.
- Your best friend?
- Yeah.
We went to the academy together.
Katie was an
ex-girlfriend of Adrian's.
One time I met Katie,
one thing led to another,
we got married.
Adrian never said much about it,
kinda like it was
taboo between us.
Katie told me plenty about
him, how violent he was.
Anyway, two days
after we got married
Adrian came here.
Katie was home alone.
He beat her, he raped her.
She never made it
outta the hospital.
- I'm so sorry.
- So don't fall for
me, I'm real bad news.
- Hey, you're not blaming
yourself, are you?
- Me? Nah.
Never saw it comin'.
- Well anyway, don't
worry about me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
- Good, me neither.
Come on, we got
better things to do.
I gotta go down
to Little Beirut.
I'll drop you off at UMIDS.
(somber music)
- I look like Katie, don't I?
- Yeah, ya do.
- [Doctor] Tomorrow is too late.
10 minutes from now
- We don't have any
- is too late.
- experience with this at all.
- We gotta do something.
- The last thing
we need here is panic.
- I couldn't agree more
with you, Mr. Mayor.
The virus is contained to--
- Oh come on!
- We'll have a fix on its
origin within 72 hours.
- Contained?
We got this Dunn character
running around on the loose
spreading a contained virus.
And what happens if Dr.
Younger's alien virus theory
turns out to be right?
We gotta nail the bastard now.
- Dr. Young does not speak
for UMIDS, Mr. Mayor.
(phone chiming)
- What ya doin', happiness?
- It's your office, crying.
- Mm, that's nice.
Everyone should have a hobby.
Meeting over?
- The mayor wants to wait
and see what happens.
I get the sense he'd be
glad if the virus just
took over and destroyed
all of Little Beirut.
- Well he's up for reelection.
- Cameron's down there.
I'm worried about him.
- He's good people, Kirbie.
I like him.
- Well that's saying something.
You don't like anyone.
- (chuckles) Except you.
I've pocketed my data.
Set your Pippin to record.
I'll post-transmit it in.
(computer beeping)
This unit is solid steel.
It won't even burn
up the room nextdoor.
(ominous music)
- No, Gene, don't.
Please.
I'm coming down.
- Bye, kid.
(ominous music)
(alarm blaring)
- ISO Unit 1
burn down procedures engaged.
Burn down lockup engaged.
Virus known to station one.
10, nine, eight, seven,
- You've been invited
- six,
- to a barbecue
- five, four,
- and your the main course.
- three, two, one.
(dramatic music)
(flames hissing)
(alarm blaring)
(explosion booms)
(alarm blaring)
(liquid pattering)
- Oh God.
Oh God.
- Katie.
- [Kirbie] Don't.
(elevator dings)
Somebody help me!
- [Adrian] Katie.
- I'm Katie.
I still love you, it's true.
(phone beeps)
- [Adrian] I love you, Katie.
- We have to talk first.
- [Adrian] I need you.
- Hey, where's Dr. Younger?
- Look, there's been
a bacterial leak.
Get an iso suit on if
you're gonna wander around.
(Kirbie cries out)
(ominous music)
(alarm blaring)
- Have you seen, Doctor, sir.
Where's Dr. Younger?
- I don't know.
- Come on!
- She wasn't with us
in that room.
(dramatic music)
- Katie!
Katie, where are you?
Can smell you, why you hiding?
It Cammie?
Don't love him, Katie, please!
(suspenseful music)
(Kirbie grunts)
Don't.
Don't love him.
Don't love him.
- I don't.
- Love me.
Love me.
Love me!
- Yes.
(suspenseful music)
- Oh my God.
- This.
- Katie.
- This way, please.
- Yes.
- Now.
- Yes, yes.
- Let me undress for you.
- Oh. Katie!
(ominous music)
Katie.
Come back, Katie, I need you.
I love you, Katie.
Not Katie?
Not Katie.
You're not Katie!
(Adrian sniffing)
(forklift buzzes)
(engine rumbling)
(Adrian cries out)
(Adrian cries out)
(Kirbie grunts)
(Kirbie cries out)
(dramatic music)
(Kirbie screaming)
- Hold it, Dunn!
- Don't be worried,
Cam, it's a forger.
She's not Katie.
- Ow!
- You get off her
or I'm gonna blow you to hell.
- Ah, careful, careful,
careful partner,
you're a lousy shot.
- Cameron, don't shoot.
He's pure methane
inside, he'll blow.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- No!
- Blow it up, blow
it up, blow it up!
(gun fires)
- (coughs) Kirbie!
Kirbie!
- [Kirbie] I'm okay,
he's over there.
Behind you.
(gun fires)
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
Go get that son of a bitch.
- Eat this, Dunn.
(explosion booms)
Stay here.
(soft suspenseful music)
- [Woman] What's going on?
- [Man] Watch it.
(Adrian cries out)
- Seems like old times,
Cammie, just me and you.
(men grunting)
(dramatic music)
(electricity zaps)
(men grunting)
(laser zapping)
(somber music)
(Cameron wheezing)
(Cameron cries out)
(suspenseful music)
Better this way.
I'm doing you a favor.
Believe me, old friend,
you wouldn't much care
for what this world is becoming.
(Cameron grunting)
You have to change to
even breathe the air.
(Cameron cries out)
- Adrian, it's Katie.
I want you, Adrian.
Take me.
- You're not our Katie.
Our Katie is dead.
- Who cares?
I want you anyway.
- Sorry, Adrian is
very busy right now.
- No, Adrian, I want you now.
(laser humming)
(Adrian screaming)
(crowd gasps)
- [Man] Yeah,
somebody over there.
(somber music)
(Cameron chuckles)
- Hey, how are ya?
Lookin' good.
- Thanks.
- Hey, how's the hand?
- [Cameron] It's okay.
- Great.
- What are you doin' there?
- Packing up.
- Why?
- Well, I've been offered
a position over at UMIDS.
Gene's old job.
- And you're gonna take it.
- Yes.
(somber music)
- I think that's great.
That's just what
Gene would've wanted.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Say, how 'bout that dinner?
I seem to remember this
quiet little spot downtown
that serves up probably
some of the worst sushi
I've ever had, but.
(Cameron laughs)
What do ya think?
- Mind if I take a snowcheck?
Why don't I give you
a lift down to UMIDS?
- Thanks, but actually
they're sending
a car over for me, so.
- Well great.
I gotta get back to work now.
- Okay.
- I guess I'll say
goodbye for now, huh?
- Yeah.
(somber music)
- Thanks, Kirbie.
Bye.
(upbeat electronic music)