Media/Movie Scripts/Other/Outbreak (1993)

  OUTBREAK
           Written by

LAWRENCE DWORET & ROBERT ROY POOL



       December 1993 Draft




    FOR EDUCATIONAL
     PURPOSES ONLY

                         OUTBREAK

FADE IN:

EXT. JUNGLE
HIGH-PITCHED WHINES. LOUDER AND LOUDER. MORTARS race
through the air and EXPLODE in the distant jungle. Sol-
diers -- black, white, Oriental -- curse and mutter in
French, German, Australian and American as they reload.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND -- the letters leap across the screen:
THE MOTABA RIVER VALLEY, BELGIAN CONGO (ZAIRE), 1960.
THE CAMP OF FORCES LOYAL TO MOISES TSHOMBE - DAY


BLACK MALE NURSE
carrying a bucket of water from the Motaba River rushes
past the Mercenary Army to --

CAMP INFIRMARY
Where he replaces the towel on the forehead of a fever-
ish, delirious AUSTRALIAN MERCENARY with a cold new one.
                         AUSTRALIAN MERCENARY
           Gimme somethin' for the bleedin'
           pain. C'mon, mate, help me.
The Mercenary tries to lift himself out of his stretcher.
Can't. He's too weak. His skin is yellow and covered
with blisters that look like chicken pox.
                         NURSE
                  (checking the
                   soldier's temp)
           He's still over a hundred and
           six. Why can't we bring it down?
The black African army physician, DR. RASWANI, looks on,
helpless. Suddenly, the Australian emits a sharp cry.
His eyes roll back, and he begins convulsing. Before
Raswani can even reach into his bag for medecine, the
Mercenary is dead.
Raswani and his Nurse stare with horror.
The DRONE of a CHOPPER grows LOUDER as a Bell Z180 ap-
pears over the edge of the forest and kicks up a storm of
dust as it lands. Raswani and the Nurse run to meet it.
In their eyes, hope.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                          2.
CONTINUED:
Two space-suited figures emerge from the chopper, their
faces hidden by thick green plexiglass shields. The U.S.
flag is emblazoned on the side of their helmets, which
also display their ranks. The much taller man is a
lieutenant whom we'll know as McCLINTOCK. Through his
visor, we can just make out his pock-marked, angular
face. The shorter, pear-shaped man is a CAPTAIN. We
can't see his features, only the reflection of horn-
rimmed glasses.
                          RASWANI
            Have you brought the medicines?
                          CAPTAIN
            Soon.

                          RASWANI
            Why the hell didn't you bring
            them?
                                                CUT TO:

INFIRMARY
The two space-suited figures follow Dr. Raswani past
soldier after soldier infected with the same disease.
                          RASWANI
            Thirty deaths yesterday, eighteen
            the day before, the disease is
            killing our men faster than enemy
            bullets.
The Captain stops at a young AMERICAN MERCENARY'S cot.
He's shaking with fever. His skin is mottled and looks
like the pulp of an orange. His voice is a whisper:
                          AMERICAN MERCENARY
            Take me home, Captain... Get me
            outta this shithole. Please, I
            wanna see my girl.
The American Mercenary reaches out with his arms to the
Captain, who shrinks back, not wanting to be
contaminated.
                          CAPTAIN
            We'll get you home, soldier.
            First, I need a tissue sample.
He pulls from his black bag a long metal syringe and
plunges the biopsy needle deep into the man's liver. He
places the needle in an aluminum test tube and seals it.
                                                (CONTINUED)

                                                        3.
CONTINUED:
                        AMERICAN MERCENARY
          Promise me you'll get me home.
          Promise me, Goddamit!
A long uneasy beat.
                        CAPTAIN
          We'll get you home.
                                              CUT TO:

TWO SPACE-SUITED U.S. ARMY FIGURES
boarding their chopper, Dr. Raswani and his Nurse
standing by.
                        RASWANI
          Not just supplies, but doctors
          and nurses. And suits like yours
          to protect us. This disease
          spreads too fast.
                        CAPTAIN
          The plane tonight will bring
          everything.
                                              CUT TO:

INSIDE CHOPPER
ascending above the camp.
Lt. McClintock and the Captain look out the window at the
campsite.

                        McCLINTOCK
          It's viral. There's no way to
          stop it. It could spread all
          over the world.
We can't see the Captain's face, but feel his remorse.
So can McClintock:
                        McCLINTOCK
          If you'll excuse my bluntness,
          sir, you can't go halfway on this
          one.
                        CAPTAIN
          Don't ever -- ever -- tell me
          what I have to do.
                                              CUT TO:

                                                         4.
TSHOMBE CAMPSITE - DUSK
Dr. Raswani gives a shot to the American Mercenary, who
looks terminal.
                          DR. RASWANI
            This will help the pain.
The Male Nurse rushes up.
                          MALE NURSE
            They're coming.
                          AMERICAN MERCENARY
            I knew... they'd come back... I
            knew. Help me up. Help me --

                                               CUT TO:

RASWANI
ThE Male Nurse, and dozens of soldiers rush across the
forest to the makeshift runway beside the camp. In the
distance a camouflaged DC-3 is rapidly approaching.

INT. DC-3
The PILOT, no more than 21, sees the soldiers celebrating
their arrival down on the runway. His hand is on the
green bomb release lever.
                          PILOT
            I can't.
McClintock is in the copilot's seat.

                          McCLINTOCK
            It's either them or us.
He puts his hand on the green release lever.     Hesitates.
                          PILOT
            You can't either.

ON GROUND
Dr. Raswani and the soldiers stare at the plane, coming
in too high for a landing.

INSIDE PLANE
McClintock squeezes the green lever.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                       5.
CONTINUED:
The bomb cannisters under the wing open up, releasing a
thick cloud of yellow cyanide gas.

ON GROUND
Screams of agony rip out as Raswani and the soldiers
convulse and die.
The plane shoots over the treetops, spraying the ground
below like a crop duster.
Then the plane arcs and approaches again.


OVER RUNWAY
littered with the dead, the plane releases a waxy grey
cloud. One second. Two seconds. An eerie stillness.
The CLOUD EXPLODES in a huge inferno.
The plane releases more and more napalm, burning the
jungle for miles.
The CRIES of ANIMALS caught in the fire pierce the night.
Flames shoot up trees a hundred feet high.
PULL BACK to show the whole forest ablaze. A long beat,
then at the very LEFT CORNER OF the FRAME, a MONKEY with
a black and white coat (a Colobos monkey) emerges from
the fire, looks back at its mate, threatened by the
flames. The Colobos jumps up and down, baring its teeth,
SCREAMING. The fire moves relentlessly forward. The
monkeys dart to safety.

                                            CUT TO:

MOTABA RIVER VALLEY - NEXT MORNING
A metal syringe burned to a molten shard lies beside a
mortar launcher, twisted and deformed like some bizarre
modern sculpture. PULL BACK to reveal acre after acre,
mile after mile of nothing but ashes and carcasses of
burnt-out trees. Not a single living thing remains.
FADE OUT and ROLL CREDITS.

FADE UP:
TREETOPS
A wind rippling through treetops.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       6.
CONTINUED:
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:    "THE MOTABA RIVER VALLEY, AUGUST
12, 1994."
                                             SHOCK CUT TO:

ABOVE RAINFOREST
Brilliant streams of orange and purple, the last rays of
the setting sun, dance across the sky and penetrate the
vapor cloud above the rain forest. Unworldly silence.
Shattered by:
Giant TREES CRASHING to the ground. TRACTORS ROAR,
CHAINSAWS REV with a penetrating whine. Huge trees
living undisturbed for hundreds of years topple to earth,
their roots ripped from the soil.
REVEAL the army of construction workers clearing a path
for the new road linking Kinshasa with Bangui. White
foremen bellow orders in French at their black workers,
including:
MORAZU: a seven-foot tall Goliath with mischievous eyes.
He PUNCHES on his CHAIN SAW and RIPS into another tree.
A cloud of wood dust envelops him.

OVERHEAD - ZAIREAN ARMY HELICOPTERS
ROAR by overhead, their machine gunners searching   for
guerilla activity.

INTERCUT - TWO COLOBOS MONKEYS

a mother and her daughter, whom we'll know as Betsy.
Betsy plays with a fat, round jackfruit, kicking it and
rolling it every which way. Her mother watches the
construction workers warily.
Morazu hums as he pulls a huge tree limb off the road and
into a thick patch of brush where he comes face to face
with Betsy. Morazu smiles. He takes a long piece of
sweetened bread from his pocket and lays it down right in
front of the young monkey.
Betsy eyes it warily.
                        MORAZU
                 (softly)
          Take it.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        7.
CONTINUED:
A long beat. Betsy takes the bread, examines it careful-
ly, finally takes a bite.
Morazu grabs her. BETSY struggles, thrashing and SCREAM-
ING. Morazu pins her hands behind her back. She spins
around and sinks her teeth into his finger.
He lets go with a shriek and swears at Betsy, who disap-
pears with the bread.
STAY WITH Morazu as he returns to his work.    He sucks the
blood out of the small wound.
                                              CUT TO:


EXT. MOTABA RIVA VALLEY (AUGUST 15)
Morazu gets off a bus by a small muddy river and walks
slowly toward his village of about fifty mud-thatched
huts. Pain in his back makes him wince. We see him UP
CLOSE: his eyes are red and his skin is pale. He's
sweating.
He stops at the village well and takes a drink. Other
villagers come up to say hello, and Morazu greets them
wearily, dipping his cup back in the water for another
drink. The villagers drink too.
DISCOVER in the background: the tribal medicine man, the
"ju-ju man." Streaks and circles of paint cover his
skin. He watches the excitement surrounding Morazu's
return.
                                              CUT TO:


RAIN FOREST - LATER THAT NIGHT
A small group of Colobos monkeys including Betsy and her
mother run swiftly through the forest. Suddenly, BETSY
CRIES OUT. Her foot is snagged in a trap. Before her
mother can respond, she's pulled high into the air into a
bamboo cage. The DOOR SNAPS SHUT. BETSY SCREAMS in fear
and pain, hanging upside down --
                                              CUT TO:

SAME - FOLLOWING MORNING
The Colobos monkeys scatter as VOICES APPROACH, REVEALING
two TRIBESMEN pulling a small wagon. The men chatter as
they lower the cage holding Betsy onto the cart.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      8.
CONTINUED:
FADE UP LUCIANO PAVAROTTI singing a love song from
"La Boheme" and...
                                           CUT TO:

CLOSE ON HUMAN SKULL
wearing Porsche sunglasses and an Army Colonel's hat.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND: "Frederick, Maryland, August 19."

INT. GILLESPIE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
FADE UP the VOICE of a MAN SINGING along with the GREAT
TENOR. CONTINUE PANNING OVER the room: the skull gives
way to a full skeleton wearing a star-spangled red-white-
and-blue bow-tie and carrying an umbrella over its fore-
arm. CONTINUE PAST the oak rolltop desk.
MIKE GILLESPIE, about 40, keeps singing as he reads
through a lengthy typed report, making notes in the
margin.
LUCIANO hits a high C. Gillespie reaches for it... and
misses badly. DOGS WHINE O.S., probably in closer
harmony to Luciano than Gillespie. He's not pleased.
                        GILLESPIE
          I rescue you from certain death
          and instead of gratitude, you mock
          me.
His two WOLFHOUNDS, Olser and Harvey, GROVEL on the floor
contritely, each with a worn shoe in his mouth. Behind
them we see the rest of Gillespie's living/dining room.
His townhouse is spartan; it needs a woman's touch. Un-
packed boxes stand in the corner beside a treadmill.
                        GILLESPIE
          That can't go unpunished. No
          Letterman for three nights.
The dogs wag the running shoes.
                                           CUT TO:

OLD CREEK PARK (FREDERICK, MARYLAND) - NIGHT
Gillespie, puffing, a weekend runner, strains to keep up
with the DOGS. They BARK excitedly.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                         9.
CONTINUED:
                         GILLESPIE
                  (reaching into his
                   pockets)
          Okay!   Okay!
Without breaking stride, he throws what look like sticks
high into the air. The dogs jump and catch the objects in
their mouths and race back to Gillipsie.
We see they're old stethoscopes with thick rubber tubing.
Gillespie lets them fly again. He laughs at their eager-
ness and keeps running, sprinting now, trying to prove to
himself that he's still young. Suddenly -- a PHONE RINGS.
Without breaking stride, he pulls a cellular phone from
his pocket:

                        GILLESPIE
                 (into phone)
          Dr. Gillespie... How many dead?...

INT. BILLY FORD'S OFFICE (FORT DETRICK, MARYLAND)
Gillespie's boss, GENERAL BILLY FORD, MD, is a heavy-set
man in his early 60's with thinning hair, piercing, in-
telligent grey eyes and a warm smile. Scattered all
around his office are cages filled with frogs and rep-
tiles. As he talks on the phone, he's feeding a green-
horned toad some dead flies.
                        FORD
          Almost an entire village.
INTERCUT WITH:


FORD WITH GILLESPIE
still running.
                        GILLESPIE
          Is is Lassa Fever? Ebola?    What?
                        FORD
          How the hell do I know? I'm the
          bureaucrat, you're the detective,
          remember? All I know is State
          wants us to lend a hand and when
          the Secretary talks, I listen.
          And when I talk, you listen.
          You're Code Red. The plane's
          leaving at 01:30.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                          10.
CONTINUED:
                          GILLESPIE
          Yes, sir.
Gillespie hangs up, out of breath... excited.
                                                CUT TO:

EXT. GILLESPIE'S OLD BMW - LATER THAT NIGHT
Gillespie and the dogs pull into the driveway of a comfor-
table two story colonial home, passing a "For Sale" sign
on the front lawn pasted with a "Sold" sticker.


EXT. COLONIAL HOME
Gillespie knocks.    The DOGS BARK excitedly.
                          WOMAN (O.S.)
          Who is it?
The dogs recognize the voice and jump against the door.
                          GILLESPIE
          Mike.
ROBERTA "ROBBY" KEOUGH, an attractive, intelligent woman
in her mid 30's, opens the door a few inches, until the
latch LOCK CHAIN SNAPS tight. The dogs try to push
inside.
                        ROBBY
                 (smiles; delighted)
          Hey, guys!

But when she looks at Gillespie, she's guarded.
                        GILLESPIE
          Robby, I know I'm the last guy
          you'd do a favor for, but I've got
          no one else to ask.
                        ROBBY
          My lawyer said not to talk to you
          anymore.
                        GILLESPIE
          Then just listen. I gotta go to
          Zaire.
Robby shakes her head, "No, no way."
                                                (CONTINUED)

                                                        11.
CONTINUED:
                         ROBBY
           Put 'em in a kennel.
                         GILLESPIE
           So they can die of some weird
           disease like Stripes did?
She mouths the word "no."
                         GILLESPIE
           -- Look, Robby, if I had any other
           choice, I wouldn't be here.
                         ROBBY
           You should've let me have them.
           You can't take care of them.
Beat.   Robby's torn.   The dogs nuzzle against her leg.
                         GILLESPIE
           I won't be gone long.
                         ROBBY
           You know I'm moving to Atlanta --
           they want me to start in four days.
                         GILLESPIE
           I'll be back before that.
                         ROBBY
                  (sharply)
           Four days is four weeks -- to you.
Silence.
                         GILLESPIE
           It wasn't all my fault, Robby.
                          ROBBY
                   (quietly)
           I know.
A long beat.
                         ROBBY
           I'll look after them on one
           condition: if you're not back in
           four days, they're mine.
Gillespie doesn't like it.
                          GILLESPIE
           Okay.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       12.
CONTINUED:
                            ROBBY
           In writing.
She unlatches the door and moves inside.   The dogs race
after her. Gillespie enters...

FRONT HALL
overflowing with moving boxes, some sealed, others waiting
to be packed. Gillespie feels awkward, a stranger in his
own home.
She hands him a prescription pad. He crosses off her
nameplate, "Roberta Keough, MD," and starts writing
while Robby enters...

KITCHEN
                         ROBBY
           Hey, guys, c'mon!
They follow her in.
                         ROBBY
           Guess what I got?
The DOGS BARK excitedly.
                            ROBBY
           Damn straight!
She opens the freezer, grabs a couple of frozen bagels and
flips them to the DOGS. They catch the bagels and start
CHOMPING.

                         ROBBY
           I missed you guys so much.
Gillespie hands her the note.
                         ROBBY
                  (reading it)
           'I, Michael Gillespie, agree that
           if I'm not back in exactly four
           days from now, the ownership of my
           dogs, Osler and Harvey, will go
           to Roberta Keough.'
                  (handing it back)
           Time and date it.
He does.   She points to a huge box on the kitchen
table:
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                         13.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
          That's stuff from med school...
          Some of it's yours. I don't know
          if you want any of it.
He fishes through it, shoving aside old medical books
and equipment. He finds an old wood stethoscope with
thick rubber tubing. He shoves in into his pocket.
                        GILLESPIE
          Got a place yet?
                          ROBBY
          An apartment.

                        GILLESPIE
          The first thing you'll do is spend
          the whole night unpacking...
          You'll stay up 'til dawn but
          you'll get everything in its
          place.
                        ROBBY
                 (smiles)
          Probably.
                        GILLESPIE
          Nothin' in my life has been
          organized since you left, Robby.
Beat. She's surprised at his admission. And un-
comfortable. So's he. He continues searching through
the box and pulls out...
A photo taken during their honeymoon cruise: they're
both smiling radiantly as they hold between them a
trophy of a dancing couple.
                        GILLESPIE
          Y'know, this is the only evidence
          on Earth that I was ever graceful.
He checks her reaction.    There is a hint of a smile.
                          ROBBY
          Take it.
                        GILLESPIE
          Nah, people might see it... get
          the wrong impression.
He drops the photo back in the box and moves toward
the door.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        14.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
          Four days.
                        GILLESPIE
          Or less.
As we hear the front DOOR OPEN and SHUT, HOLD ON
Robby: a hint of regret.
                                            CUT TO:

ANDREWS AIR BASE, MARYLAND
COMPUTER KEYS POUNDING: "Andrews Air Base, Maryland."

Flood lights illuminate a huge C5A transport plane
waiting on the runway, its nose cocked open exposing
its innards to the pouring rain. Several enlisted
men rapidly wheel equipment into the open hatch. A
private pushes a dolly loaded with boxes with the red
cross emblem up the ramp.
DR. ISAAC "IZZY" BERMAN, a short, bald Army Major in
his late 30's directs traffic.
                        IZZY
          Blood in the freezer over the
          right wing. C'mon! Gut it!
          We're late.
The private grunts and pushes the dolly slowly up the
ramp. Izzy lends a hand, and the two of them run it up
the ramp.
Mike Gillespie, dressed in a uniform, climbs down from
the cockpit. Now we see his rank: Colonel.
                        GILLESPIE
          Where the hell's Yaffe?
                        IZZY
          His wife... she's due tomorrow.
          I put him on leave.
                        GILLESPIE
          We need him now! Who's going to
          read the electron micrographs?
                        IZZY
          I will.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      15.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          You can't even read a Playboy
          pinup.
                        IZZY
          He said he'd get a guy to fill in.
                           GILLESPIE
          We can't wait.
A Jeep drives across the tarmac, toward them and comes
to a park a short distance away. The Driver scurries
out to open the passenger door to let --
General Ford get out.

                        IZZY
          What does he want?
The driver pulls two suitcases out of the Jeep and
follows Ford into the plane.
                        FORD
          I'm comin' along, Mike.
                        GILLESPIE
          Sir, we're going into very
          dangerous territory.
                        FORD
          I'm well aware of the dangers.
                        GILLESPIE
          Beggin' your pardon, General, I
          don't think you are. You've had
          only the most cursory training
          on how to avoid contamination.
          Concerns for your safety would
          distract us.
                        FORD
          Nothing distracts you, Colonel.
          You won't even know I'm there.
                        GILLESPIE
          Sir, I'm not comfortable --
                         FORD
          Mike, have a little compassion for
          an old man who's been rotting
          behind a desk.
                         (MORE)
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                    16.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD (CONT'D)
          For once I'd like to be there
          when one of these buggers hits.
          You're not going to tell me I
          can't go, Colonel, are you?
                            GILLESPIE
          No, sir.
                        FORD
          Good.  I feel wanted, now.
                 (beat)
          I get airsick in the back.    I'll
          be up with the pilot.

As they watch him move forward and out of sight:
                        IZZY
          The guy wouldn't know a virus from
          a Barbie Doll. I'm not lookin'
          after him. He's yours.
                            GILLESPIE
          Bullshit.
                        IZZY
          All of a sudden, playing golf and
          pushin' papers isn't good enough.
          Damn, when I'm his age, that's all
          I'm gonna want to do.
Gillespie flips a coin, covers it over his wrist.
                            IZZY
          Heads.     No!   Tails.

Gillespie lifts his hand and smiles.
                            IZZY
          Fuck!
Gillespie grabs the phone to the cockpit.
                        GILLESPIE
                 (into phone)
          Rafferty, rock and roll with this bird.

INT. COCKPIT
The Pilot, CAPTAIN RAFFERTY, checks General Ford,
nestled in safely behind him.
                        RAFFERTY
                 (into headmike)
          T minus sixty seconds.

                                                        17.
DOWN BELOW
Gillespie pulls a lever and the hatch starts to close.
                           IZZY
          Wait!
Mike follows his eyes out to the --

TARMAC
where a BLACK MAN carrying a duffel bag is sprinting
toward them at incredible speed, like a ghost through
the pelting rain.
Berman swings the lever down and the hatch starts to
open but the Man doesn't wait for it to lower
completely. Without breaking stride, he leaps the
four feet onto the plane and slides to a stop right
in front of Gillespie. He steadies himself and
salutes:
                        SALT (BLACK MAN)
          Captain Walter Salt reporting, sir.
Izzy smiles. He looks at Gillespie, who is impressed
but won't show it.
                        SALT
          I'm sorry to be late, sir. I was
          wrapping up some tests in my lab --
                           GILLESPIE
          -- Strap in.
The huge JET ENGINES come to life. Gillespie, Berman,
and Salt strap themselves into the row of jump seats
along the fuselage.
Issy is filled with the excitement of a young kid who
can't believe his luck:

                        IZZY
          You're not the football player
          from West Point, that Salt?
                           SALT
          The same, sir.
                        IZZY
          I thought you had the Heisman
          sewed up 'til you hurt your knee.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                          18.
CONTINUED:
                        SALT
          You and my mother, Major... I was
          never that good. But thank you
          for saying so, sir.
                        IZZY
          Don't call me sir. The only one
          who does that is the Colonel here.
          Everyone else calls me Izzy.
                           SALT
          Izzy, sir?
                        IZZY
          My mother calls me Isaac, but I
          hate it. I pitched for my high
          school team. My dad thought I
          was gonna be another Dizzy Dean.
          So he called me 'Izzy.'
                        SALT
          Yes, sir, Izzy, sir.
The plane surges forward and taxis down the runway.
                        GILLESPIE
          I want to know just one thing.
          Can you read electron micrographs
          as well as you can run?
                        SALT
          I'm not sure how to assess the
          question --
                           IZZY
          -- Just    say 'yes, sir,' Captain.
          Whatever    the Colonel asks, you
          just say    'yes, sir.' That's how
          we keep    him under control.
                        GILLESPIE
          Have you ever seen filovirus
          infection in a human being?
                           SALT
          No, sir.
                        GILLESPIE
          It's about as pretty as goin'
          naked up the middle against the
          Dallas Cowboys.
                                                (CONTINUED)

                                                     19.
CONTINUED:
                        SALT
          I grew up on the South Side of
          Chicago, sir. Whatever it is,
          I can handle it.
                        GILLESPIE
          I hope so, because if you can't,
          you'll make a mistake. You'll
          be holding a needle and it'll
          slip. Or your glove will have
          a crack in it and you won't notice.
          You work with filoviruses, it's
          like working with plutonium. A
          single drop of blood can hold
          six billion... That's more
          filoviruses than there are people
          in the world. You get a single
          one of those inside you, you're
          infected. Say you're lucky and
          it's one of the few filoviruses
          we have antiserum for. Then we
          can treat you and you'll probably
          live. But say you're unlucky.
          And you get one of those
          filoviruses we don't have an
          antiserum for, which is most of
          them. There's no medicine, no
          cure, nothing we can do to help
          you. Your body gets so hot, your
          liver, your kidney, all your
          vital organs melt, and your skin
          turns into tapioca pudding.
Stunned silence.
                        IZZY
                 (smiles)
          He means chocolate pudding.
Salt smiles slowly.   He likes Izzy.
The WHEELS come up with a THUMP. The giant jet shakes
and rattles and soars into the air.
                                           SHOCK CUT TO:

TWO U.S. ARMY HUEY HELICOPTERS - DAY
flying low over the rain forest. The first carries
Gillespie and his crew, the second is a gunship flying
escort. They pass over the wide Motaba River that
snakes for miles.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        20.
CONTINUED:
On the river: a Zairean Army patrol boat cruises down-
stream, looking for guerrillas. The machine gunner
swivels his cannon around at the two choppers.
The machine gunner looks up at the U.S. Army insignia
and waves.

INT. BACK OF CHOPPER
Izzy slips the clear helmet over General Ford's head.
PULL BACK to reveal:
The General covered from head to toe in BL-4 bio-
safety suit. Salt, dressed the same, looks on, amused.

                        FORD
                 (panicking)
          How do you breath in here?
                        IZZY
                 (laughs)
          With a respirator. Positive
          pressure's what you want. Keep
          those buggers out.
Izzy flips the switch on Ford's respirator, which sucks
air out of the atmosphere, filters it, and pumps it
into the suit. Ford starts to swell up like the
Pillsbury doughboy.
                        FORD
          And I thought it was a hassle
          wearin' a tie all day.


INT. FRONT OF CHOPPER - A LITTLE LATER
Gillespie, now suited up in full biosafety gear, but
holding his helmet in his hands, sits beside the
CHOPPER PILOT. In the distance, we see a village in
which numerous huts are burning.
                        GILLESPIE
          We got a lot of equipment.
          You're gonna have to get us in
          close.
                        PILOT
          I... I don't want to get no
          disease, sir.
                        GILLESPIE
          Then don't kiss me, Sergeant.
                                           CUT TO:

                                                          21.
CHOPPERS
throwing up a storm of dust as they sweep down to the
ground on the perimeter of the village.

INT. CHOPPER
Gillespie, Salt,   Berman and Ford stand by the door,
ready to get out   as soon as the chopper puts down.
Gillespie has to   shout at Salt over the sound of the
WHIRLING CHOPPER   BLADES:
                         GILLESPIE
           Captain Salt, if you fail to
           observe strict decontamination
           protocol, three things can happen.
           First, you can be court-martialed.
           Second, you can die from this
           horrible disease. Third, and
           worst of all, you can incur my
           displeasure. You got it?
                          SALT
           Yes, sir.
                         GILLESPIE
           If one of us gets sick, we all get
           sick.
                  (turns to Ford)
           And I didn't come here to die.

BURNING HUTS - WIDE ANGLE SHOT
juxtaposed against the U.S. Army choppers disgorging
the U.S. Army Infectious Disease Team -- blue space-
suited figures with the U.S. flag emblazoned on their
arms and helmets.
The ju-ju man remains high on the cliff above the
village, chanting and wailing, burning an offering to
the gods.
The U.S. Army Team approaches the village through the
smoky haze, and we see --
Two different worlds juxtaposed -- men in spacesuits
and a man in a loincloth.
Gillespie, followed by Berman, Salt and Ford,    moves
across the village which now looks devastated    and
deserted except for a few remaining huts and    a small
cinder block building with an old Volkswagen    van,
marked with a red cross, parked out front.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                         22.
CONTINUED:
Ford walks slower taking everything in, appalled at
what he sees.
The U.S. Army team enters the cinder block hut.

INT. CINDER BLOCK HUT
A short, slender, bespectacled black man in his late
forties -- DR. IWABI -- head of the Zaire Infectious
Disease Heath Agency -- and his NURSE, protected only
by a smock, a surgical mask, and gloves, gives comfort
to a young woman who's dying.
                           GILLESPIE
          Doctor Iwabi?     I brought blood,
          plasma --
                        DR. IWABI
          -- You're too late.
                        GILLESPIE
          I came as soon as I could.
                        DR. IWABI
          It wouldn't have mattered when you
          came. This  one is different --
          worse than Lassa, worse even than
          Ebola. It  strikes and kills so
          fast. The  young, the healthy,
          everybody.
                        GILLESPIE
          Who was the index case?
                        DR. IWABI
          A road construction worker.
                        IZZY
          How did he get it?
                           DR. IWABI
          We don't know.     He died three days
          ago.
Salt moves ahead to the next bed and pulls aside the
thin mosquito curtain to inspect the patient. Ford
is right behind him.
                           SALT
          God...
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                       23.
CONTINUED:
The corpse's eyes are yellow and his flesh, speckled
with hemmorrhages, looks like pulp. Blood oozes from
his nose and his nipples. Ford turns away in horror.
                        SALT
                 (retches)
          I'm gonna be sick.
He starts to rip off his mask.   Gillespie grabs his
arms.
                        GILLESPIE
          Keep you helmet on, Goddamit!
                        SALT
          I can't breath.
Salt vomits in his helmet. Rips it off.    He rushes
out. Izzy moves after him.
                        GILLESPIE
          Put him in quarantine. Now!
                        DR. IWABI
          You don't need to.
                        GILLESPIE
          Why?
                        DR. IWABI
          It's not spread in the air.
                        GILLESPIE
          How do you know?
                        DR. IWABI
                 (pulls down his mask)
          There's no cough. Or we'd all be
          dead. For days we've been working
          with only these masks. They can't
          keep out a particle as small as a
          virus.
                        GILLESPIE
          Could any infected person have
          gotten out of this village and
          spread it?
                        DR. IWABI
          The incubation period is only one
          or two days. The mortality is one
          hundred percent.
                        (MORE)
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        24.
CONTINUED:
                        DR. IWABI (CONT'D)
          If anyone got out, they are dead,
          or will be soon. And if they have
          spread the disease, we will know
          rather quickly.
                        GILLESPIE
          Finding the host is the only way
          to control the spread. Our only
          hope is that this is like most
          viruses and that it has to live in
          a host, an animal, to which it's
          adapted over thousands of years.
          And that animal host has developed
          antibodies to protect itself
          against the virus. If we can
          identify that animal host, and
          harvest its antibodies, we can use
          them to fight the disease in
          humans.
                        DR. IWABI
          There are a hundred thousand
          species of animals and insects in
          this rain forest. The
          construction worker could have
          been in contact with any one of
          them. Where do I start?
                        GILLEPSIE
          General, tell him that our
          government will help with money,
          personnel supplies, whatever it
          takes.
Ford hesitates.

                        FORD
          Of course, we'll do whatever we
          can.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. OVER MOTABA RIVER VALLEY - DAWN
In a SINGLE-FRAMED TIME LAPSE SHOT, dawn arrives in the
Motaba Valley. FADE UP the hundreds of  sounds of the
rain forest ANIMALS. There is something  primeval about
this vista; this surely must be what the Garden of Eden
looked like, except for the...
                                              (CONTINUED)
                                                        25.
CONTINUED:
Plumes of black smoke which waft up from the blackened,

smoldering huts, each one the home of someone who has now
died from this terrible virus.
Two African orderlies carry a stretcher bearing the dead
body of a villager. They slide it onto a funeral pyre
already burning with bodies.
Gillespie, Ford and Dr. Iwabi make their way to the
choppers where Berman and Salt are loading into the hold
plexiglass cases of blood samples.

ON CLIFF OVERHEAD
The ju-ju man chants. He seems to float above the
funeral pyre like a mirage.
                        GILLESPIE
          What's he saying?

                        DR. IWABI
          He's asking for forgiveness from
          the Gods of the forest. They're
          angry because they've been awoken
          from their sleep by the men
          building the road. These deaths
          are their punishment.
                        FORD
          Why isn't he sick?
                        DR. IWABI
          He stayed in his cave all week and
          greeted his visitors with poison
          darts.
                        GILLEPSIE
                 (a sense of
                  foreboding)
          It was as if... as if he knew what
          was coming.
                                              CUT TO:

INT. C5A COCKPIT
Heading home. Ford reads a hand-written paper Gillespie's
just handed him and gets irate.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        26.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD
          A memo to the CDC to issue a
          warning to every physician in the
          United States to be on the
          look-out for this disease? What
          the hell is this?
                        GILLESPIE
          A safeguard, sir.
                        FORD
          Are you nuts? Within a week we'll
          know if this thing burned itself
          out in that village, just like
          Iwabi said --

                        GILLESPIE
          -- And if Iwabi's wrong? American
          doctors should be warned so cases
          can be quarantined. Sir, this one
          is different --
                        FORD
          -- You're a smart guy, Gillespie,
          but you can't write a memo to the
          CDC which says the sky is falling.
                        GILLESPIE
                 (sharply)
          We should do nothing?
                        FORD
          Did I say that, Colonel?
                 (beat)
          We will monitor the situation in
          Africa, and if this virus
          reappears, we will act with all
          our resources, not just to protect
          the American people but the people
          of the world. You will destroy
          this memo. That's an order.
Gillespie's frustrated.
                          GILLESPIE
          Yes, sir.
                                              SMASH CUT TO:

NATIONAL AIRPORT (WASHINGTON) - DELTA GATE - DAY
Robby is moving forward in the boarding line, and Mike is
walking beside her.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                         27.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
          You asked for four days and four
          days it was... last night.
                        GILLESPIE
          It was a bad virus... Cut me some
          slack.
                        ROBBY
          I cut you ten years of slack.      I'm
          not giving you the dogs.
                           GILLESPIE
          Stop joking.     Where are they?

                        ROBBY
          I shipped them this morning.
                           GILLESPIE
          You did not.
ON her face:   a triumphant smile.
                        ROBBY
          It's better for them. And for
          you. I'll be there to feed them
          and take care of them. You won't
          have to feel guilty.
She moves past the gate.     Gillespie's stuck behind it.
Screaming after her:
                        GILLESPIE
          I'm coming to Atlanta... I'm
          takin' 'em back.

                           ROBBY
          Dream on.
HOLD ON Gillespie's dismay as she disappears.
                                               CUT TO:

INT. MAIN CORRIDOR OF M.I.D.U.
Mike walking briskly down the main     corridor. Two M-16
toting security guards salute as he     passes by. He
reaches six-inch thick metal doors,     closed tight. He
slides his ID card into the optical     reader.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        28.
CONTINUED:
The computer screen above it prints out the words,
"Colonel Michael Gillespie." A digitized voice booms
from the WALL SPEAKER:
                        WALL SPEAKER (V.O.)
          How-are-you-today-Doctor-Gillespie?
                           GILLESPIE
          Piss ass good.     And you?

ON COMPUTER SCREEN
We see Gillespie's voice print.

The doors spring open.
                                            CUT TO:

INT. ELEVATOR
Gillespie going up in the elevator past the four floors of
glassed-in laboratories. At the first level, workers wear
civilian clothes. At the second level, they wear respir-
ators. At the third level, they wear body suits, and at
the fourth level they wear biosafety suits.
                                            CUT TO:

INT. M.I.D.U. - SMALL LOCKER ROOM OUTSIDE BL-4 LABS -
STEADI-CAM SHOT
Mike and Izzy strip off their clothes.

                        IZZY
          Admit it, for chrissakes: The dogs
          will get better care with her than
          they got with you.
                        GILLESPIE
          That really cheers me up.
                        IZZY
          You think cause we're friends I
          should ignore reality.
                        GILLESPIE
          I think cause we're friends you
          might show some tact.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        29.
CONTINUED:
                        IZZY
          You were gone so often that when
          you were home... you spoiled 'em.
          Robby keeps an even keel.
                        GILLESPIE
          Hey, she's available...
                        IZZY
          Don't think I haven't thought
          about it.
                         GILLESPIE
          You're just what she's looking
          for. Mr. Stability. Three wives
          in five years.
                        IZZY
          Two. I never married Sherry.    I
          liked her too much...
Izzy pulls a red air hose down from the ceiling and in-
flates his space suit before he puts it on; this is stan-
dard safety procedure. Mike steps right into his suit.
                        IZZY
          What are you doing?
                        GILLESPIE
          What?
                        IZZY
          You forgot to test your suit.
          Look! It's torn.
There is a small tear on the left leg of Gillespie's suit.

They both realize Gillespie's mistake could have cost him
his life.
                          IZZY
                  (beams)
          If I let you die, who've I got to
          rag on?
FADE UP the sound of furiously RUSHING AIR, then:
                                              CUT TO:
INT. FT. DETRICK MILITARY INFECTUOUS DISEASE UNIT
(M.I.D.U.) - BL-4 LAB - AIR LOCK
Gillespie and Berman, dressed in their BL-3 suits, stand
in the air lock.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        30.
CONTINUED:
There's no sound other than the FILTERED AIR RUSHING from
a WALL JET into the long red tubing attached to the back
of their helmets. These red tubes are called umbilical
cords. Gillespie disconnects his, punches the wall plate
and enters...

MAIN ROOM OF LAB
Quickly he connects to another umbilical cord; they hang
from the ceiling at ten foot intervals.
PAVAROTTI and SUTHERLAND singing the duet from "Lucia de
Lamamoore" BLASTS from the SPEAKERS. Whenever
Gillespie's in the lab, he's listening to opera. He
approaches...
The space-suited figure working under the hood. The
figure turns and smiles; it's Salt. Gillespie's
surprised. Salt salutes.
                        SALT
          Good afternoon, Colonel, sir.
                        GILLESPIE
          I thought you were doing your
          thesis at Walter Reede.
                        SALT
          A lot's been published on Herpes B
          but nothing on this new virus.
                        GILLESPIE
          So you were hoping to change
          subjects and get your name on my
          research papers?

                        IZZY
          Our research papers.
                        SALT
          I would do my share of the work,
          sir. More.
                        IZZY
          And you wouldn't have to worry
          about anybody publishing the same
          thing cause there ain't nobody
          else crazy enough to work with
          this dangerous a virus.
Salt hesitates, then beams.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       31.
CONTINUED:
                        SALT
          Yes, sir! Have you given the
          virus a name, sir?
                        GILLESPIE
          Motaba... after the valley where
          we found it.
                        SALT
          I like it, sir.
                        IZZY
          Like it? Listen to the way it
          rolls off your tongue. Mo-ta-ba.
          Like a perfume.

He lifts up a vial labeled MOTABA and puts it close to
his body as if he's putting on perfume.
Salt watches with horror. In spite of their BL-4 suits,
you just don't play with these things. Salt checks
Gillespie, expecting the same reaction, but...
Gillespie's enjoying the moment.   He expects these things
from Berman.
Izzy rubs the vial against his chest, savoring the
experience.
                        IZZY
          One drop and you feel... so
          different... Your lover will never
          recognize you again.
                 (shoving the vial
                  at Salt)
          Have some, Captain.

Izzy tosses the vial of Motaba to Wally, who, terrified,
doesn't know whether to catch it or not. But he does.
                        IZZY
          Good hands... That's important for
          working with level 4 viruses.
Salt, trembling, notes that the vial is made of plastic.
                        SALT
          This plastic is unbreakable,
          right?
                        IZZY
          So far.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        32.
CONTINUED:
A short, husky SPACE-SUITED FIGURE pushing a cart of test-
tubes round the corner. The name Owigatsuyama is embla-
zoned above his breast, Sergeant Major stripes on his arm.
THROUGH his visor we see the face of a Japanese-American
man in his early 60's with a warm friendly grin. We'll
know him as Owi.
                        OWI (SPACE-SUITED FIGURE)
                 (saluting Gillespie)
          Sir.
                 (gesturing to Salt)
          He's here early. No coffee breaks.
                        GILLESPIE
          Should we let this guy horn in on
          our new virus, Owi?
Owi hesitates.
                        OWI
          I don't think so.
                        GILLESPIE
          Well, that's that.
Salt nervously eyes Izzy:   "Is this a joke?"
                        IZZY
          Captain, Sergeant Owigatsuyama
          here not only looks after
          everything in this lab, but since
          he knows the birthday of every
          great tenor and soprano who ever
          lived, Dr. Gillespie looks to him
          for supreme guidance on all
          matters.

                        SALT
          Just a minute! I could've changed
          the radio to jazz. I love jazz.
          But I didn't. Whaddya haveta do
          to get on here?
                        GILLESPIE
          Get me a blood test for the Motaba
          Virus.
                        SALT
          With a PCR catalyst I should be
          able to have a crude -- and I
          underscore crude -- screening test
          in a few weeks.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      33.
CONTINUED:
                        IZZY
          Excellent. But nobody's asking
          you to work a hundred and fifty
          hours a week...
                        GILLESPIE
          A hundred and twenty will be
          plenty.
                        IZZY
          Welcome aboard, Captain.
                                            CUT TO:


INT. FORD'S OFFICE - LATER THAT NIGHT
Ford feeds flies to the Gila Monster. He looks out the
office window at the BL-4 lab where Salt is working late.
Ford moves on to the frog cages and feeds them too. He
looks back at the BL-4 lab: sees Salt exiting. The
lights go out.
                                            CUT TO:

INT. FORD'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
Ford watches the bank of video monitors behind his desk:
one shows Salt in the parking lot, getting into his old
Fiat and leaving.
                                            CUT TO:


INT. BL-4 LOCKER ROOM
Ford, naked, slips on his suit with the ease of Joe
Montana pulling on his helmet. He buckles the suit with-
out even looking, as if he's done it five thousand times.
FADE UP the sound of RUSHING AIR and...
                                            CUT TO:

GILLESPIE'S BL-4 LAB
Ford steps out of the air lock, disconnects his red hose
and reconnects. He moves quickly across the room. Sud-
denly, his air tube snags on the side of the lab bench.
Ford stops, freaked. Quickly checks his hose. Indented,
but not broken. He breathes again.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                         34.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD
          The world is round, Gillespie.
          Didn't anybody fucking teach you?
He grabs a metal file off the tool board and files down
the side of the bench until it's perfectly smooth and
round. Then moves on to...
One of the huge circular freezers    in the center of the
lab. He punches in a seven-digit     code on the keypad and
the LOCK SNAPS OPEN. He lifts the     heavy lid. VAPOR
RUSHES OUT. He looks inside, sees     the 65 aluminum test
tubes labeled "Motaba."
                                               CUT TO:


NEGATIVE PRESSURE HOOD - FORD - MINUTES LATER
opening one test tube after another, expertly withdrawing
from each only a tiny sample of the virus, then putting it
into a large test tube. Suddenly --
The air lock opens and three BL-4 figures approach Ford.
We recognize the tall lean figure although he's 35 years
older: McClintock, now a Lieutenant General. Ford hands
him the large test tube.
                        FORD
          Tell the boys the Old Man wants
          the answer tonight.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Yes, sir.
McClintock places the test tube into a clear plexiglass
container which is contained within a large plexiglass
container, each with its own combination lock. He twirls
the tumblers. The LOCKS SNAP into place.
                                               CUT TO:

GILA MONSTER
Its eyes darting back and forth, ever watchful, trusting
nothing.

EXT. BALCONY - FORD'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Ford leans on the bannister oblivious to the Gila Monster
beside him. He's depressed and worried. In the distant
sky,, traces of orange and pink announce the new day.
From inside the office, a BEEP. Ford rushes...

                                                        35.
INT. FORD'S OFFICE
to his computer terminal. A message ratchets across the
screen: "ANALYSIS FINISHED"
He punches a computer key and swivels around in his
chair to see the huge video screen on the wall. It shows
two viral structures that look like DNA double helices.
One is labelled "CD-40 1960 (Motaba Valley)"; the other
is labelled "Motaba Virus - Gillespie - 1994."
Letters flash across the screen.
Ford puts on his horn-rimmed glasses and stares at the
screen. He doesn't breathe. A long beat.
                        FORD
          You fucker, why couldn't you stay
          dead?
                                              CUT TO:

MOTABA RIVER VALLEY - DAY (AUGUST 24)
Deep in the rain forest, a trapper wheels a cage    contain-
ing a baboon to a clearing where other trappers    and
Government Health workers have lunch. Scattered     around
them are cages filled with other animals they've    caught
for Motaba Virus testing.
The DRONE of approaching PLANES builds. The animals hear
it first and grow restless. The Army troops guarding the
workers scan the sky but can't see the planes because of
the treetops. They scream into their walkie-talkies.
On the river, the Machine Gunner on the Army Patrol-Boat,
hears their reports and swivels his cannon around, scan-
ning the sky. But he can't see the planes either. The
DRONE becomes DEAFENING. Suddenly:
Over the treetops, three camouflage-painted DC-3 gunships
emerge, CANNONS FIRING right on target.
The Patrol Boat explodes into a shower of splinters.
The DC-3 Gunships turn and arc high into the sky.
On the ground the soldiers sight the planes.    They OPEN
FIRE but the planes are out of range.
The ju-ju man comes out of his cave and watches the planes
circle back and release a waxy grey cloud.
The ju-ju Mmn raises his arms defiantly. He bares his
teeth and screams, and his cry fuses with:
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        36.
CONTINUED:
EXPLODING NAPALM. The planes press on relentlessly,
extending the fireball mile after mile, extinguishing
all life.
                                              CUT TO:

INT. FORD'S OFFICE - SHORT TIME LATER
Gillespie bursts in.   Ford looks up from his desk.
                        GILLESPIE
          The rebels hit Iwabi's camp.
                         FORD
          I know.
He swivels around in his chair to the world map on the wall.
                         FORD
          They hit  Kisangani, Bukavu, and
          Mbandaka  as well. Three hundred
          thousand  acres of forest burned,
          at least  thirty-seven dead. I'm
          trying to  find out about Iwabi.
                        GILLESPIE
          He's all right, thank God. He was
          in Kinshasha at his clinic but
          his entire field staff was killed.
          His whole lab destroyed.
                         FORD
          Terrible.
                        GILLESPIE
          I want to continue working on
          Motaba, sir.
                        FORD
          Look, as a scientist, I appreciate
          the fact that this one fascinates
          you --
                        GILLESPIE
          -- It scares the shit out of me,
          sir.
                        FORD
          Colonel, the Pentagon's biting my
          ass cause we're months behind on
          the Anthrax studies. Get 'em
          finished. Take the heat off me.
                        (MORE)
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      37.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD (CONT'D)
          Then you can fiddle with Motaba
          as much as you like.
                        GILLESPIE
          Sir, if this virus came to
          America --
                        FORD
          -- Then it'd be outside our
          mandate. The CDC takes care of
          civilian problems. Christ, now
          you've even got me buying into
          your paranoia. We can't protect
          everybody against everything.
          We've got to make decisions based
          on the odds, and the odds of
          Motaba causing us any more trouble
          are a billion to one.

INT. BL-4 LAB
Gillespie, Salt and Izzy search through the round freezer.
                        IZZY
          Every sample of Motaba gone...
          Where the fuck did he put it?
Owi looks contrite.
                        OWI
          General Ford ordered me to move
          all tubes to the sealed vault in A
          wing... Only he has access. He
          said you weren't gonna need it
          for months.
Gillespie and his men are despondent.
                        GILLESPIE
          Those were the only samples in the
          world of Motaba, Iwabi lost all
          his in the fire.
                 (to Owi)
          There's got to be a way to get
          that access code from Ford's
          computer.
                        OWI
          Sir, I don't want any more
          trouble.
                        (MORE)
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        38.
CONTINUED:
                        OWI (CONT'D)
          It's bad enough that I already
          made one mistake and forgot to
          transfer one of the tubes of
          Motaba. I seemed to have mixed
          it up with a tube of common cold
          virus. If I give you the tube,
          I'm sure you'll fix my mistake,
          sir.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gleaming
aluminium test tube with the words "Motaba #48" written
on the side.
                        GILLESPIE
          I love it when you make mistakes,
          Owi.
                        OWI
          How do you know? I never made
          one before now.
Hold on their grins, FADE UP the sound of FURIOUSLY
RUSHING WIND and:
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. PACIFIC SEAS
A Dutch freighter plowing through the heavy seas.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   "THE DUTCH FREIGHTER APELDORN.
AUGUST 29."


INT. FREIGHTER
In a cramped dark hold, Betsy stares sadly through the
bars of her cage at her captor, SEAMAN SECOND CLASS
DIETER JANS, 21-years-old and making his first trip.
                        SEAMAN JANS
                 (in Dutch)
          What's the matter, girl?
Dieter pushes a banana through the bar of the cage, and
Betsy snatches it. Then she retreats with it to the far
corner of the cage and studies Seaman Jans with plaintive
eyes. PULL BACK to show the ship headed for the Golden
Gate Bridge.
                                              SMASH CUT TO:

                                                          39.
EXT. DOCKS (SAN FRANCISCO) - DAY
Betsy stares out from her cage as it swings down from
ship to wharf.
                                               CUT TO:

BIOTEST ANIMAL HOLDING FACILITY (SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA)
We're in a long aisle with monkey cages stacked two high
on both sides. A translucent skylight gives this place
a greenhouse glow.
A forklift putters down the aisle with Betsy's cage in
front. Betsy's cage is lifted up and placed into a slot.
Betsy stands out from all the other monkeys because she
is the only black and white Colobos -- the other monkeys
are all brown rhesus.
Betsy's cage slides into place.    BETSY SHRIEKS at the
man in the forklift.
JIMBO SCOTT, 23-years-young, long, scraggly hair, an
aspiring rock and roll drummer working here to make ends
meet. Jimbo's BEEPER SOUNDS. He checks the message,
then looks puzzled.
                                               CUT TO:

EXT. BIOTEST GUARD GATE - NIGHT
Jimbo's red Nissan pulls up to the exit lane of the guard
gate. The GUARD leans over.
                        GUARD
          Hey, Jimbo, I saw your band last
          night. Hot! I didn't know you
          were such a good drummer, man.
                        JIMBO
          Wait'll I get my new traps.    The
          world'll never be the same.
The Guard raises the gate and Jimbo drives forward.
                                               CUT TO:

SIDE OF DARK ROAD
Jimbo opens the trunk to reveal Betsy, drugged, asleep
in her cage. Jimbo slides Betsy's cage out of the trunk
and places it in the back seat.
                                               CUT TO:

                                                      40.
INTERSTATE FIVE (OREGON) - DAY
Jimbo speeds along in his red Nissan.

INT. RED NISSAN
In her cage in the back seat, Betsy moves back and forth
restlessly, a baby bottle of water in her hand.
                        JIMBO
          Cars put babies to sleep, why
          not you?
Betsy takes a mouthful of water and spits it on Jimbo.
His reaction is instant rage. He slams the cage:

                        JIMBO
          You stupid fucking monkey!
          Why'dya wanna go and do that?
He shoves the cage further away. Then he sees it - a
small cut on his hand, caused by a couple of wire pro-
trusions on the cage. He rubs the blood off on his shirt.
The Nissan roars down the road.
                                           CUT TO:

EXTREME CLOSEUP - TISSUE CULTURE - THROUGH ELECTRON
MICROSCOPE
A normal cell.
                        SALT (O.S.)
          A normal healthy liver cell.
The image changes.

                           SALT (O.S.)
          Infected cell.
The infected cell is swollen and filled with black brick-
like structures.
                        SALT (O.S.)
          Bricks of virus. They multiply
          until...
The image changes: the bricks have completely overrun the
cell, shattering its outer membrane so that bricks run
rampant inside and outside the cell.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        41.
CONTINUED:
                        SALT (O.S.)
          They explode the cell and destroy
          it. Then they move on to the next
          healthy cell. And the next. 'Til
          there's nothing left to kill.

INT. BL-4 LAB - M.I.D.U.
Gillespie, Berman, and Salt, dressed in their biosafety
suits, peer at the video monitor hooked up to the electron
microscope. Salt flicks a switch on the console to
change the magnification. The fuzzy brick-like structures
are computer enhanced and enlarged to razor-sharp crystal-
line structures that look like huge ominous steel balls
climbing up the sides of thick pillars.
                        IZZY
          There's our guy, Mr. Motaba.
                        GILLESPIE
          Ugly bastard, isn't he?
                        SALT
          I wouldn't let him date my sister.
                                           CUT TO:

EXTREME CLOSEUP - MICROSCOPE FIELD
as the image comes INTO FOCUS we see a wavy purple out-
line of a cell.
                        SALT (O.S.)
          The blood test. Normal is this --
          pure purple. But if you're
          infected...
Focus changes and another image fills the screen: the
field is filled with wide patches of red circles.
Gillespie and Berman each peer into the scope.
                        GILLESPIE
          If you're red, you're dead. Is
          that what you're telling me?
                        SALT
          That's right, Colonel. The virus
          doesn't know the Cold War is over.
                        (MORE)
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        42.
CONTINUED:
                        SALT (CONT'D)
                 (beat)
          But the rest is just a quickie; I
          haven't had time to refine it.
          There are false negatives, purples
          that should be red. I don't know
          why yet.
                        GILLESPIE
          How long to fix it?
                          SALT
          Hard to say.
                          GILLESPIE
          How long?
                        IZZY
          Hey, don't pressure the   kid! It
          took the NIH guys eight   months to
          get the kinks outa the   AIDS test...
          And they didn't have to   put up with
          your nagging.
                                             SMASH CUT TO:

INT. SMALL ANIMAL TESTING ROOM - TRAVELING SHOT
Gillespie, Berman and Salt moving rapidly through the
room within the BL-4 lab.
                        IZZY
          This bug definitely ate its
          Wheaties.


ANGLE ON FOURTEEN CAGES
each contains three or four different small mammals --
rats, guinea pigs, small lab mice, hamster, and rabbits.
All stone dead.
                         IZZY
          It survives in air for twelve
          hours, and it survives in water
          for two hours.
                        GILLESPIE
                 (incredulous)
          Bullshit.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        43.
CONTINUED:
                        IZZY
          Hey, this little bugger's so  hardy
          it can read the whole Sunday  NY
          Times and not die, it can run  the
          hundred in nine flat, and it  can
          kill fish faster than my cat.
          Voila!
A fish tank with a dozen dead fish floating on top.
                        IZZY
          No test species has survived, even
          when I've treated them with all
          antivirals, including every damn
          antiserum. What's even worse is
          there's a latency phase. Iwabi
          didn't see this in Zaire, I don't
          know why, but some of the animals
          I've tested had the infection a
          long time before they showed any
          symptoms. They even tested
          negative but had the disease. If
          this is true of humans... why we
          could have it ourselves and not
          know it.
                        SALT
          Yet be spreading it.
                         IZZY
          Exactly.
                         SALT
          Holy shit.


INT. RUDY'S PET SHOP (BONNEVILLE, OREGON) - DAY
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   "BONNEVILLE, OREGON... FRIDAY,
AUGUST 31."
Jimbo slides a cage containing Betsy into a space beside
a cage containing a male brown RHESUS MONKEY. He grabs
the bars of his cage and HISSES. Betsy cowers.
RUDY ALVAREZ, the owner of the shop, slips on a pair of
gloves and opens the cage, reaches in for Betsy. She
tries to avoid his grasp.
                        RUDY
          You got the papers and all?
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        44.
CONTINUED:
                        JIMBO
          Yeah, sure... I got the papers.
          She's legal.
                        RUDY
          Whaddya mean 'she'?
Betsy takes advantage of the opening and bolts out of the
cage, heading for the window. As Rudy and Jimbo both
chase after her, Rudy is steaming.
                        RUDY
          I told you a male.
                        JIMBO
          You said 'she'.
                        RUDY
          Bullshit! I said 'he'. The
          customer's already got a female
          Colobos. He wants to breed 'em.
Betsy slams against the glass.    Rudy grabs her.
                        RUDY
          C'mon, baby... c'mon.
She lashes out at his naked forearm, digging her nails
into him, drawing blood. He yelps and lets go, and she
runs away to the other side of the room, passing the
brown rhesus, who eyes a half-eaten banana in Betsy's
cage. He grabs it and scarfs it down.
Jimbo finally grabs Betsy from behind. Rudy grabs her
from the front and they thrust her back into her cage.
Rudy wipes the blood off his arm.

                        RUDY
          Get this bitch outa here.
                        JIMBO
          What about my money?
                        RUDY
          Go back and get me a male Colobos.
                        JIMBO
          We ain't got one. This was the
          only Colobos we had... Look, I'll
          sell her cheap.
                        RUDY
          I wouldn't take her for free.
                        (MORE)
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                           45.
CONTINUED:
                        RUDY (CONT'D)
                 (indicating the
                  Brown Rhesus)
          I can't even sell this one.
                        JIMBO
                 (depressed)
          Hey, I need some money now, man.
Rudy hesitates.
                        JIMBO
          I done you a lot of favors.
Rudy pulls out a billfold.

                        RUDY
          All right... Fifty bucks for
          your expenses. A lot more when
          you bring me a male.
                        JIMBO
          What am I going to do with her?
Rudy shrugs.
                                                 CUT TO:

SMALL ROAD DEEP IN FOREST - LATER THAT DAY
Jimbo opens the cage which is sitting on the side of the
road by the Nissan, but Betsy shrinks back in a corner
of the cage. Jimbo feels sorry for her.
                        JIMBO
          Look at all the trees.     It's like
          home.
Jimbo jabs her lightly with a drumstick. She runs out of
the cage but stops at the edge of the road, afraid of the
forest she doesn't know.
                        JIMBO
                 (flicking pebbles
                  at her)
          C'mon, get. Get!
She scampers off into the forest.    Jimbo follows her
with his eyes, a little saddened.
                                                 CUT TO:

                                                        46.
INT. 757 CABIN
Jimbo Scott is asleep against the window in the back
row of the plane.
                         BILLY BOY (O.S.)
          Bang, bang!   You're dead.
Jimbo bolts up, and looks groggily at the four-year-
old boy standing on the next seat: he's dressed in
a cowboy's outfit with a huge sheriff's star pinned
to his chest. He sneezes right in Jimbo's face. His
mother puts down her Cosmo.
                        BILLY BOY'S MOTHER
          Billy!?  Say you're sorry.
                 (to Jimbo)
          He's so excited; he's going to
          see his cousins.
                        BILLY BOY
          My uncle's a real cowboy at a
          rodeo.
Jimbo looks terrible. His eyes are red and he's
having trouble swallowing. He grabs his pillow and
blanket and gets up. Billy jabs his six guns into
Jimbo's belly:
                        BILLY BOY
          Where d'you think you're goin',
          mister?
                        JIMBO
          Someplace they don't have lawmen.
He goes to the back of the plane where's it's deserted,
and lies down across three seats. His body shakes
with a chill. He pulls the blanket tight against his
chest.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. LOGAN AIRPORT (BOSTON) - DAY
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:    LOGAN AIRPORT, BOSTON, SATURDAY,
SEPTEMBER 1.
The 757 glides almost silently over Boston Harbor as
it sweeps in towards Logan Airport.

                                                           47.
LOGAN AIRPORT - GATE
Jimbo lumbers out    and is greeted by a young woman
with long scraggly    hair who wears blue jeans and an
old, faded T-shirt    that says "Metallica." Her name
is ALICE, and she    puts her arm around Jimbo and hugs
him.
                        ALICE
          What'sa matter, honey?
                        JIMBO
          Some little brat gave me his cold.
She plants a kiss on him and pats his ass.
                        ALICE
          Too many late nights, that's all.
          Come home to bed.
Jimbo smiles and pulls her close.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. MOUNTAIN FOREST - NIGHT
Betsy's eyes glow in the moonlight. She looks hungry
and sad. She hears the SHRIEK of a HAWK and freezes.
These are foreign sounds. She moves stealthily
across the forest floor.
                                              CUT TO:

MOUNTAIN FOREST - LATER THAT NIGHT
A patch of wild blackberries grow in a thicket.     Betsy
begins eating them ravenously. Then she HEARS
SOMETHING and turns to see --
A coyote poised to leap.     Betsy races up a pine tree.

HER POV
The COYOTE BARKS below. He's joined by his mate.        The
coyotes settle in for a long, hungry wait.
Betsy is terrified.
                                              CUT TO:

                                                        48.
MOUNTAIN FOREST - FOLLOWING MORNING
Betsy, still high up in the pine tree, looks down on --
The COYOTES, still waiting. One of them pricks up his
ears and GROWLS. Suddenly a SHOT rings out, and the
coyotes bolt.
In the distance a hunter takes aim and FIRES again.
Betsy cowers behind the tree, hiding herself from this
new danger.
The hunter runs under Betsy's tree, rifle in hand,
cursing to himself, hell bent on killing the coyotes.

CLOSE ON BETSY IN TREE

She waits as TWO more SHOTS ring out in the distance,
then slowly climbs down.

INT. DR. DREW REYNOLDS' OFFICE - DAY
COMPUTER KEYS POUND: "OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR, CENTER
FOR DISEASE CONTROL (CDC), ATLANTA, SEPTEMBER 1."
DR. DREW REYNOLDS, 55, dressed in a doctor's coat,
paces in front of a bookcase filled with medical tomes
and topped by tennis trophies. Reynolds has a rest-
less energy; he squeezes a tennis ball as he listens
to Robby, sitting in a chair across from his desk,
with a folder of fax papers in her papers. She's
clearly intimidated by him, which is his intended
effect on everyone.
                        ROBBY
          Dr. Gillespie wants us to send
          out a special bulletin warning all
          physicians to watch out for any
          symptoms of a virus from Zaire
          named 'Motaba.' He thinks it's
          serious enough to warrant
          emergency reporting nationwide,
          that it can't wait for our regular
          monthly report.
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          Which will be released next week,
          correct?
                         ROBBY
          Wednesday.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        49.
CONTINUED:
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          To get out a special bulletin for
          four hundred thousand health
          professionals is about a hundred
          and fifty thousand dollars.
                        ROBBY
          Dr. Gillespie says it's the worst
          virus he's ever studied --
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          -- Forgive me, Robby, but this is
          the guy who found three cases of
          Congo Fever in Nairobi in '87,
          and suddenly it's in every
          American kid's lunch box --
                        ROBBY
          -- You're not being fair --
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          In '91 he said Tsutsugamushi
          Fever was coming. In '92 it was
          Ebola. His panics cost us plenty.
          Around here he's known as Doctor
          Doom.
                         ROBBY
          He could've been right about any
          of them. Rule out the worst
          first... that's what my father
          always taught.
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          Your father was one of the
          greatest Surgeon Generals this
          country ever had. He took me
          under his wing and let me fly.
          I've always been grateful. And
          I've always had a special feeling
          for you, Robby. The... pain it
          gave him to see you working under
          Gillespie... all your promise...
          the man never gave you a chance
          to show it.
A long silence.   Drew has hit home.
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          Look, is there a shred of evidence
          that Motaba is more transmissible
          than the other filoviruses we've
          seen in the past?
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        50.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
          No.
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          Then as long as the bulletin goes
          out next week, we're covered.
                                              CUT TO:

INT. ELEVATOR (DESCENDING) - ROBBY
alone, very depressed, leans against the wall. We
sense, if somebody walked in and said hello, she'd cry.
The doors open into her floor and she gets out, not
making eye contact with anyone. She  enters...

HER EXPANSIVE OFFICE
Her young assistants, DR. JULIO SANCHEZ and DR. LISA
ARONSON, faxes in hand, join her from their neighboring
offices.
                        LISA ARONSON
          An E-Coli outbreak in Michigan at
          a couple of Ronny's steakhouse
          franchises.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          And -- a couple of fevers of
          unknown origin at Boston Municipal
          that the infectious disease docs
          can't figure out. That's all
          we've got on the log.

                        ROBBY
                 (jesting)
          The Boston case is not some guy
          out of Zaire... with Motaba, is it?
                        LISA ARONSON
                 (laughs)
          Yeah, right! Nah, it's a couple
          of Americans. No unusual travel.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          They've probably got some atypical
          strain of Lyme and the Boston
          doctors have just missed the boat.
                        ROBBY
          Then let's see if we can throw
          them a lifeline.

                                                        51.
INT. RUDY'S PET SHOP (BONNEVILLE, OREGON) CLOSE ON
RUDY - DAY
He doesn't look good, his face is flushed and sweaty,
his eyes glassy. He turns the "Closed" sign around to
"Open" and unlocks the door for an elderly lady,
MRS. FOOTE, standing impatiently outside with her fat
Persian cat in her arms. The BELL TINKLES as the door
opens and she enters.
                        MRS. FOOTE
          Rorshie didn't like the shredded
          veal wafers. I asked her and she
          said, 'Can we change it for the
          beef chips?'
He's not up for this today.

                        MRS. FOOTE
          Are you okay, Rudy?
                        RUDY
          I'm fine, Mrs. Foote... it's hot.
          That's all. Lemme open a win--
Suddenly his face twitches, his body stiffens, his
eyes roll back and he falls to the floor, convulsing
violently.
Mrs. Foote screams.
                                              CUT TO:

INT. BONNEVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL - EMERGENCY ROOM
COMPUTER KEYS POUNDING: "EMERGENCY ROOM, BONNEVILLE
GENERAL HOSPITAL - SEPTEMBER 1, 08:50."

DR. MASCELLI, 43, a local G.P. auscultates Rudy's
chest with his stethoscope. A nurse, EMMA, starts
an IV. A second nurse, Jim, puts an oxygen mask over
Rudy's face. The lab tech, HENRY, 23, very serious,
wraps a tourniquet around Rudy's arm and draws some
blood into three colored tubes.
                        DR. MASCELLI
          C'mon, Rudy, talk to me!
No response. Dr. Mascelli rubs his knuckles into
Rudy's chest. Rudy groans.
                        EMMA
          They said he was fine yesterday.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        52.
CONTINUED:
                        DR. MASCELLI
                 (rattled)
          And now he's in shock with
          pneumonia.
                 (to Henry)
          Get me some blood cultures.
Henry nods as he fills a lavendar-topped tube with
Rudy's blood.
                        DR. MASCELLI
          I've been reading about real bad
          strep cases. I bet this is one of
          'em. Emma, don't leave him alone.
          His heart could stop any minute.

                                            CUT TO:

LAB - CLOSE ON LAVENDER-TOPPED TUBE - MINUTES LATER
spinning in a centrifuge. Henry turns it off. In the
b.g., the RADIO BLARES with the MARINERS -- ANGELS
game:
                        BASEBALL RADIO
                        ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
          Johnson's ready... Checks the
          runners... Salmon is waiting.
          Johnson delivers.
                 (a LOUD CRACK)
          That ball is hit. Deep... deep...
          it's gone. The Angels win!
                        HENRY
          Damn!

Without thinking he reaches into the centrifuge, but
it's still spinning. The lavendar tube shatters,
spraying Rudy's blood everywhere.
Henry squints. He's got blood in his eye.   He rushes
to the sink and washes it out.
                                            CUT TO:

EMERGENCY ROOM OFFICE - MINUTES LATER
Dr. Mascelli trying to calm Henry.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       53.
CONTINUED:
                        DR. MASCELLI
          You washed it out. Don't worry.
          But just in case, I'll put you
          on some penicillin
          prophylactically.
                        HENRY
          I wouldn't want to give it to my
          girl friend.
                        DR. MASCELLI
                 (nudging Henry)
          Cheer up, the penicillin'll kill
          that, too.

Henry manages a smile.
                                             CUT TO:

INT. VICTORIA STREET THEATRE
COMPUTER KEYS POUNDING: "VICTORIA STREET THEATRE,
BONNEVILLE, OREGON - SEPTEMBER 1, 20:25 PDT."
Henry sits with his girl friend, CORINNE, watching
a showing of the Warner-Kopelson blockbuster, Thief
Of Araby. Henry starts to cough violently, then
stands up.
                        CORRINE
          Honey, what's wrong?
He's sweaty and pale.
                        HENRY
          Nothin'. Just thirsty... Lemme
          get something to drink and I'll
          be okay.
Henry heads up the aisle in the darkened theatre.

INT. THEATRE LOBBY - CONCESSION COUNTER
Henry hits the concession stand line just as it's
filling up before another movie in this multiplex.
He's still coughing. He covers his mouth as he coughs
again and again.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                         54.
CONTINUED:
Movie patrons, children and adults, on all sides of
him are exposed to his "cold." HOLD ON each of their
faces for a second as Henry pushes his way to the
front of the line and grabs a handful of napkins.
                        HENRY
          Could I please get something to
          drink?
TRACY, the salesgirl with a spiked haircut regards him
with a hostile glance.
                        TRACY
          You'll have to wait your turn,
          sir.

                        HENRY
          Please -- I'm not feeling too good.
          A large Coke. Or Pepsi. I don't
          care.
At the front of the line, a black woman (MRS. LOGAN)
with a streak of purple in her hair holds her toddler
in her arms. She sees that Henry is ill.
                        MRS. LOGAN
          That's okay, let him go first.
Henry, coughing violently, slaps down three dollars.
Tracy serves him.

INT. DARKENED THEATRE
Henry walks down the aisle with his drink in hand.     He
stumbles and falls forward, spilling the drink all
over a MOVIE PATRON sitting on the aisle.
                         MOVIE PATRON
          Hey?!   Watch what you're...
When he sees Henry sprawled face down on the carpet,
he's scared. He touches Henry's back:
                           MOVIE PATRON
          Hey, buddy...?     Usher!! Usher!!
                                               SHOCK CUT TO:

INT. BOSTON MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL
COMPUTERS KEYS POUND:   "BOSTON MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL."
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        55.
CONTINUED:
Dr. Julio Sanchez from the CDC and THREE OTHER DOCTORS,
dressed in full surgical smock, cap, foot covers, and
gloves, stride briskly down the hall and approach
double-doors marked "Quarantine: Protective Clothing
Required" in red letters. They put on positive
pressure respirator face masks and we hear the sound
of RUSHING AIR. They push through the double-doors.

INT. QUARANTINE WARD
Jimbo lies near death in one bed, and his girl friend --
Alice lies near death in another. Plastic drapes
have been placed over both beds, holding the air
inside.

CLOSE ON JIMBO
The scarlet hemorrhagic rash can be seen on his
cheeks. Blood trickles from his nose and his mouth,
and soaks his sheets. Dr. Sanchez is shocked at how
far gone Jimbo is.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
                 (loudly)
          Mister Scott -- Jimbo... We're
          trying to figure out how you got
          this disease. It's important, so
          try to help me. You work at an
          animal facility in San Jose --
Jimbo's eyes are blank.   He's dead.
                        BOSTON DOCTOR #1
          What's this guy got?
                          JULIO SANCHEZ
          I don't know.    That's why we'll
          need a post.
                        BOSTON DOCTOR #2
          No way. I'm not gonna slip and
          cut myself and get what he's got.
                          BOSTON DOCTOR #1
          Me neither.
Suddenly from under her plastic protective shield,
Alice stares over at Jimbo's bed. She calls out,
her voice a whisper:
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       56.
CONTINUED:
                        ALICE
          Jimbo -- Jimbo? Honey, are you
          all right...? Answer me, please.
Alice has just spoken her last words.   FADE UP the
WHIR of a SUCTION PUMP and...
                                             CUT TO:

INT. BOSTON MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL - PATHOLOGY LAB
Boston Doctor #3, in a biosafety suit, stares at Jimbo's
naked body lying on the autopsy table. Dr. Sanchez,
also in a biosafety suit, stands opposite.

                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          Go very carefully, very slowly.
          Maximum sharps precautions.
Sweat drips off Boston Doctor #3's face, fogging his
visor. He starts to make the first cut, but his hand
is trembling too much.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          Don't let your eyes leave the
          blade. Ever. And you'll be okay.
Doctor #3 cuts deep into Jimbo's ribs but no matter
how slowly he cuts, the sharp edge of the scalpel
seems too close to his fingers. PULL BACK to reveal
they're doing the autopsy in a plastic tent using
negative pressure suction pumps. As the PUMPS WHIR...
                                             CUT TO:


AUTOPSY TENT - LATER
                        BOSTON DOCTOR #3
          Jesus -- the liver, spleen,
          kidneys -- they've turned into
          jelly.
                                             CUT TO:

OPERATING ROOM NURSING STATION
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
                 (into phone)
          It's as if they swallowed a bomb
          and it went off inside them.
                        (MORE)
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        57.
CONTINUED:
                        JULIO SANCHEZ (CONT'D)
          I don't know if it's Motaba but
          it sure looks like what Gillespie
          described.
INTERCUT WITH:

ROBBY
at her kitchen table. Petrified. We see she's been
working late: her laptop's on, papers are strewn about.

                        ROBBY
                 (into phone)
          How many were exposed?
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          Too many. The medical staff
          didn't know what they were dealing
          with so they didn't take
          precautions. They're scared outa
          their minds.
Julio gazes through the glassed-in walls at the half-
dozen pathology residents and nurses, peering at him
with worried expressions. He spins around in his
chair so he doesn't have to see them.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          That's just the beginning.
          Patient zero -- this guy Jimbo
          Scott -- worked in an animal
          quarantine facility in San Jose,
          California. That's probably where
          he picked it up. Probably the
          whole place is infected by now and
          is gonna have to be nuked.
                 (beat)
          It gets worse. Jimbo here takes
          a goddamn plane from Portland to
          Boston. The plane stopped in
          Chicago. Two hundred and eight
          people on the first leg, and
          Christ, something like two hundred
          and fifty on the second! If this
          guy was infectious, by now the
          whole country's been exposed. And
          Gillispie says there's no treatment
          for this mother, nothing to do but
          pronounce people dead. What are
          we supposed to do, Robby? Christ,
          what the hell are we supposed to do?
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        58.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
                 (coolly)
          Gillespie said Motaba only spreads
          by direct contact, that the
          disease isn't airborne. Was
          patient zero coughing?
Sanchez flips through Scott's medical record.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          I don't see anything about his
          coughing.
                        ROBBY
          Then the people on the plane are
          probably okay. But we're going to
          have to check every one of them
          out. Plus all the medical staff
          who worked on him and his
          girl friend. Plus all their recent
          contacts.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          -- That's thousands of people --
                        ROBBY
          -- I don't see a choice --
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          -- This whole hospital is buzzin'
          with rumors... it's gonna hit the
          press real soon. What are we
          gonna tell them?
                        ROBBY
          That the C.D.C. is investigating
          the situation, but we do not feel
          there's reason for alarm. I know
          it's scary, Julio, but the truth
          is we don't know what it is yet.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          Gillespie's the only one who can
          tell us.
Robby has mixed emotions: the last person she wants to
involve is her ex-husband.
                        ROBBY
          Send him everything by stat
          courier.
                        JULIO SANCHEZ
          Got it.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      59.
CONTINUED:
He hangs up. STAY WITH Robby: her mind racing. She
punches in a speed-dial key. An operator answers:
                        OPERATOR (V.O.)
          Center for Disease Control.
                        ROBBY
          This is Dr. Keough.   Put out a
          stage three alert.
                        OPERATOR (V.O.)
          Your password, Doctor?
                        ROBBY
          Zebra, Apple, Charley, Kill.

                                            CUT TO:

WAR ROOM OF C.D.C (23:00)
A wan Drew Reynolds enters this large, frenetic room
crowded with doctors and staff man the phone banks and
fax machines that take up an entire wall. Along another
wall is a huge electronic map of the U.S. A red circle
blinks on Boston. Reynolds knows that if Motaba Virus
rips through America, he's scapegoat number one. He
makes his way to --
Robby at the large desk in the middle of the room.
                        ROBBY
                 (into phone)
          Great! Now get the list of all
          his friends in San Jose. I want
          to know every contact the last
          last five days.
She hangs up, turns to Lisa Aronson, on the phone at the
next desk.
                        ROBBY
          Paitent Zero didn't take a
          commercial plane to Portland.
          Presumably he went by car. Fax
          every emergency room in the
          Portland area a description of the
          disease. Then hit every hospital
          along every freeway from San Jose
          to Portland.
                        LISA ARONSON
          Right.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                         60.
CONTINUED:
Drew Reyonlds sits down at Robby's desk.   Suddenly he
looks much older.
                        DREW REYNOLDS
          We don't even have confirmation.
          This could all be for noth --
                        ROBBY
          -- Worst first. My father never
          made the same mistake twice.
Reynolds is humbled.
                                             CUT TO:


INT. BONNEVILLE GENERAL HOSPTIAL - INTENSIVE CARE UNIT
Corinne stands at Henry's bedside. She's getting sick
too: pale, sweating, starting to cough, but she's more
worried about Henry, who's barely conscious.
                        DR. MASCELLI
          Henry, we got it early, and you're
          gonna make it. But I need you to fight.
Henry stares at him with blank eyes.
                           CORRINE
          Fight, Henry.     Fight hard.
The OVERHEAD PAGING SYSTEM GOES OFF.
                        PAGING OPERATOR (V.O.)
          Dr. Mascelli, E.R. stat. Dr.
          Mascelli, E.R. stat...

Dr. Mascelli rushes out.
                                             CUT TO:

EMERGENCY ROOM
Two paramedics wheel in Tracy, the Movie Counter Sales-
girl with the spiked haircut. Her father runs alongside.
                        TRACY'S FATHER
          Doc, she got sick so fast. I
          thought it was the flu, then she
          fainted in the bathroom. She's
          hot, Doc, so hot.
HOLD ON Dr. Mascelli's fear, then --
                                             CUT TO:

                                                      61.
E.R. HALLWAY - MASCELLI - MINUTES LATER
He's searching through a thick book on infectious
diseases. Nurse Emma approaches, near tears:
                        EMMA
          What's wrong with these people?
                          DR. MASCELLI
          I don't know.
INTERCUT EMERGENCY ROOM - B.G.
We see a roomful of people waiting to check in, including
Mrs. Logan (the black woman with purple hair) and her
toddler. Suddenly the toddler starts coughing and
coughing. His lips turn blue.

                        MRS. LOGAN
                 (screams)
          My baby. My baby!
Dr. Mascelli throws down the book and rushes out, past --
The FAX MACHINE, spitting out a sheet of paper. The words
at the top declare: "Center for Disease Control, Atlanta,
Emergency Bulletin."
FADE UP the ROAR of a CHOPPER and --
                                            CUT TO:

FT. DETRICK - HELIPORT (23:50)
As the BELL CHOPPER emblazoned with the Boston Police
logo hits ground, Gillespie, Berman, Salt and Owi yank
open the doors and pull out the two shiny aluminum
coffins.

INT. GILLESPIE'S BL-4 LAB
The aluminum coffins containing Jimbo Scott and Alice
still lie open. Gillespie, Berman, and Owi anxiously
watch Salt slip a slide under the scope and peer though
the eyepieces. A long beat. He moves carefully from one
field to the next.
                        IZZY
          C'mon, for chrissakes.
Salt shifts to another field, looks at it long and hard.
Pulls his head back: hopelessness in his eyes.
                                            CUT TO:

                                                      62.
INT. FORD'S OFFICE
A fuzzy, bright fluorescent glow FILLS the SCREEN. As
the image comes INTO FOCUS, we see the ugly, large red
circles of Motaba.

ANOTHER ANGLE
A shaken Bill Ford pulls back from his scope.   He tries
to project an air of calm:
                        FORD
          P.C.R. tests are tricky. It's
          easy to make a mistake --
                        GILLESPIE
          -- Yeah, I followed your orders
          instead of my gut.
He grabs the phone and punches in a long distance number.
                        GILLESPIE
          I should've blasted our African
          findings across every newspaper
          in the country.
                 (into phone)
          Robby.
INTERCUT C.D.C. WAR ROOM - ROBBY
One person after another sees her on the phone and real-
izes what this is about. Within seconds the room is si-
lent. Drew Reynolds squeezes his tennis ball. Robby's
shoulders sag with dismay.
                        ROBBY
                 (into phone)
          You're sure?
Reynolds drops the ball. Around the room: shock; even
though they all anticipated the positive result, nobody
can quite believe it.
                        GILLESPIE
                 (into phone)
          You need my help, Robby.
Robby, flustered, doesn't answer.
                        GILLESPIE
          I know this virus, you don't.
          I've worked this virus, you
          haven't. How many people are
          infected?
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                         63.
CONTINUED:
She's afraid to tell him.
                            GILLESPIE
           How many?
                         ROBBY
           We don't know. We've only got a
           whole emergency room full of
           people in Bonneville, Oregon, and
           we don't know what they've got.
                         GILLESPIE
                  (dismayed)
           How could that many people get
           infected so fast?

                         ROBBY
           We're not sure.
                         GILLESPIE
           Robby, don't get anywhere near
           this thing.
Robby doesn't answer.
                         GILLESPIE
           You've been in an office for years.
           You've forgotten what these things
           are like.
                         ROBBY
           I worked with the A.I.D.S. virus.
                         GILLESPIE
           That's level two, nothing! This
           is level four. Stay the fuck
           away, Robby.
ON ROBBY
She is scared.

BACK TO SCENE
                            GILLESPIE
           Please, Robby.     Stay away.
                         ROBBY
           I need to be able to test a lot of
           people and quickly. I need the
           primer --
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                       64.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          Why has it always been so hard for
          you to admit that you need
          anything from me?
                        ROBBY
          I don't have time to fight with
          you. I'll have a courier pick up
          the primer at 01:00.
She hangs up without giving him a chance to respond.
                        GILLESPIE
          Robby!

Hands trembling, he hangs up the phone.   Ford says
nothing, but in his eyes -- pity.
                        GILLESPIE
          Request permission to bring my
          team to Bonneville, Oregon, sir.
                        FORD
          Request denied. Civilian infections
          are not within our mandate --
                        GILLESPIE
          -- A Presidential order can override --
                        FORD
          Let the C.D.C. do its job. If they
          need help, they know we're here.
                        GILLESPIE
          The Goddamn fuse is lit! What're
          you gonna do? Wait for the bomb
          to go off?
                        FORD
          We don't live in the African bush.
          We don't crap in our streets, we don't
          drink dirty well water filled with
          spit. The disease will be stopped.
                        GILLESPIE
          Yeah? Today, maybe they've got a
          handful... By tomorrow they could
          have a hundred, and the day after
          that, a thousand. When the
          President and Congress ask why you
          didn't bring in one group, the
          only group in the entire world
          with experience in fighting this
          disease, what're you gonna say?
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                          65.
CONTINUED:
                          FORD
            You don't obey orders, Gillespie.
            You're the last person I'd send.
                          GILLESPIE
            I'm sending a letter to the Surgeon
            General right now. I'm going to
            create a paper trail. You will fry.
Gillespie storms out.    Ford remains unruffled.

INT. GILLESPIE'S SMALL, CLUTTERED OFFICE
Gillespie bursts into the room and slams the door.

He grabs the glass PAPERWEIGHT off his desk and throws it
against the wall. It SHATTERS.
He stops.    A moment of hesitation.

INT. FT. ANDREWS AIR FORCE BASE - CONTORL TOWER
SERGEANT MUCIA picks up the phone.     The wall clock reads
midnight.
                          SERGEANT MUCIA
            Fort Andrews. Air traffic control.
            Sergeant Mucia.
INTERCUT MUCIA WITH GILLESPIE IN HIS OFFICE
                          GILLESPIE
            Sergeant, this is Colonel Gillespie
            at Fort Detrick. We're on code
            red status for Bonneville, Oregon.
            Time of departure 01:00.
                          SERGEANT MUCIA
            That's not possible, sir.
                          GILLESPIE
            Is that Mucia with a 'C' or an
            'S'?
                          SERGEANT MUCIA
                   (nervous)
            'C,' sir.
                                                (CONTINUED)

                                                        66.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          Get it done, Sergeant. That's a
          direct oroder from General Ford.
                        SERGEANT MUCIA
          Yes, sir.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. FT. ANDREWS AIR FORCE BASE
Flood lights illuminate dozens of enlisted men rapidly
wheeling equipment into the open hatch of the huge C5A
standing on the tarmac.

Gillespie, Salt, and Berman approach the plane, Gillespie
in the lead, the others two steps behind.
                        SALT
          The C.D.C. asked us?    That doesn't
          sound like them.
                        GILLESPIE
          They're going to have to show the
          President they did everything
          possible.
There's a nervousness in Izzy's face, something we've
seen before.
                        GILLESPIE
          Get a bunch of paper pushers scared
          enough, they'll do anything.
                                              CUT TO:


INT. FORD'S OFFICE
He punches the words "Bonneville, Oregon" into his
computer. The computer answers: "Population: 1218.
Portland Metropolitan Area: Population: 532,000." He
punches another key. A TELEPHONE speed dial WHISTLES
across the room.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. DUGWAY (UTAH) - NIGHT
A gila monster hunts for prey, its eye darting back and
forth, its tongue twitching hungrily. It runs off,
vanishing in the dry chaparral and desert that stretches
for hundreds of miles.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        67.
CONTINUED:
We're seemingly in the middle of nowhere until we find --
An electrified barbed-wire fence emblazoned with signs
warning: "U.S. Military Property: Trespassing Strictly
Prohibited."
Behind the fence stand rows of huge satellite scanners.
Behind them are rows of duplexes. Inside one of the du-
plexes a light comes on.

INT. DUPLEX
McClintock grabs the PHONE RINGING by his bed.

INTERCUT FORD AND MCLINTOCK
                        FORD
          The genie's out of the bottle in
          Bonneville, Oregon, Donny, and
          we've got to get him back in.
General McClintock looks dumb.
                        FORD
          Cancel all leaves. Mobilize all
          personnel. I'm going to want wind
          conditions and transmission rates
          -- for all insects, animals,
          marine, and human vectors. If
          this virus is spreading, I want to
          know how fast and where.
He looks at his computer monitor, which projects a map of
Western Oregon: the town of Bonneville is close to the
Columbia River.

                        FORD
          Bonneville's only five miles from
          the Columbia River and if this
          mother gets there, we're in big
          shit trouble.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT/INT. C5A
Flying in heavey weather.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   September 3, 02:30.
The Radioman turns to Gillespie, seated with Izzy and
Salt in the back of the cockpit.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        68.
CONTINUED:
                        RADIOMAN
          We've got the Secretary of Defense
          on the radio. They had to wake
          him up.
Gillespie unstraps himself and takes hold of the
microphone.
                        GILLESPIE
                 (into mike)
          Tell him it is Colonel Mike
          Gillespie, Commander of the U.S.
          Army Motaba Virus Task Force.
INTERCUT WITH:


SMALL OAK-LINED STUDY (VIRGINIA)
where PHILLIP GOODELL, the Secretary of Defense, is
dressed in his pajamas.
                        GOODELL
          Give that to me one more time,
          Colonel.
                        GILLESPIE
          We've got to quarantine the    entire
          town of Bonneville and do it
          quick. Morning will be too     late --
          people will panic and try to    leave.
          If even one infected person    gets
          out, the entire effort could    be
          for nothing.
                        GOODELL
          Why can't the State Police do it?
                        GILLESPIE
          They can shut down the major
          roads, but we need a much larger
          force to encircle the town.
                        GOODELL
          Where would I get troops at this
          hour and have 'em in Bonneville,
          Oregon before sunrise?
                        GILLESPIE
          Fort Lewis, Washington, or Ford
          Ord, California. Closer is
          better. Sir, this is a doomsday
          disease.
                        (MORE)
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        69.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE (CONT'D)
          As deadly as A.I.D.S., but it kills
          within days. It could spread over
          the entire country.
Goodell's wide awake now.
                        GOODELL
          Does your commanding officer know
          about this?
                        GILLESPIE
          Yes, sir, of course. He asked me
          to call you.

                        GOODELL
          Colonel, all I can do is refer the
          matter to the National Security
          Council. An  action of this scope
          would require the President's
          approval.
                        GILLESPIE
          Then get it, sir. Right away,
          please.
They break radio contact.   Salt looks at Gillespie with
awe.
                        IZZY
          If the C.D.C. asked us to help, why
          did you have to call the Defense
          Secretary? Why didn't General
          Ford make the call?
Gillespie shifts uncomfortably.   Salt realizes he's in
trouble.
                        IZZY
          You bet your ass, Captain.
          Colonel Gillespie has taken it
          upon himself to circumvent the
          entire chain of command.
The plane bounces in the turbulence.    Salt turns to
Gillespie.
                        SALT
          You're shitting me?... Sir?
                        GILLESPIE
          I'll take full responsibility for
          whatever happens.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        70.
CONTINUED:
                        IZZY
          That only means they'll hang you
          first.
                        GILLESPIE
          Don't worry, the C.D.C. -- and the
          President -- will invite us to
          Bonneville.
                 (beat)
          They'll invite Mary and Jesus too.
                                              CUT BACK TO:

DEFENSE SECRETARY GOODELL'S OAK-LINED STUDY

                        GOODELL
                 (into phone)
          I just got a disturbing call from
          one of your officers, General.
INTERCUT WITH:

FORD IN HIS OFFICE
sitting at his desk. As we hear Goodell go on, a look of
anger builds on Ford's face.
                        GOODELL
          I can tell the President we're
          looking at a situation you can
          contain with minimal loss of life,
          can't I?
                        FORD
          Of course.
                                              CUT TO:

GILLESPIE'S BL-4 LAB (02:30)
TRACK PAST the open aluminum caskets holding the remains
of Jimbo and Alice to Owi working under a negative pres-
sure hood. He removes a rack of test tubes, suddenly
freezes.
Facing him are General Ford and four men dressed in BL-4
suits and carrying automatic weapons in plastic sheaths.
One soldier closes the caskets and starts moving them out.
The others start unpacking the freezers.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                         71.
CONTINUED:
                        OWI
          Are you crazy? Don't touch them.
          Those are Level Four viruses.
The lead soldier raises his rifle at Owi.
                        FORD
          Sergeant, I want every specimen of
          Motaba Virus in this lab and this
          time no 'mistakes.'
FADE UP COUNTRY MUSIC with a real twang like the JUDDS'
"Red Cadillac" and...
                                             CUT TO:


RED PICKUP
with chrome wheels racing along a deserted country road
in the dark of night.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   "BONNEVILLE, OREGON, TUESDAY --
05:00."

INT./EXT. PICKUP - NIGHT
TOMMY HULL, 28, a construction worker, sings along. The
windows of his pickup are wide open and the wind blows his
long hair straight back. There's an empty gun rack in the
back. He rounds a turn and BRAKES to a SCREECHING HALT.
The glare of flashing red and blue lights crosses his
face.
                           TOMMY
          What the hell?

TOMMY'S POV - THREE HIGHWAY PATROLMEN
wearing gas masks and  toting shotguns in their latex-
gloved hands, stand in  front of their patrol cars whose
emergency lights flash  off and on, creating an eerie
glow. Down the road,   is a second checkpoint where the
patrol cars are facing  the other way.

BACK TO SCENE
Tommy Hull climbs out.     The HIGHWAY PATROLMAN raises his
shotgun and aims it.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       72.
CONTINUED:
                        TOMMY
          What's goin' on?
                        HIGHWAY PATROLMAN #1
          Stay inside your car.
Tommy Hull freezes.
                        HIGHWAY PATROLMAN #1
          Turn around, go home, and stay
          there.
                        TOMMY
          What's goin' on? Why are you
          wearin' all that stuff?

                        HIGHWAY PATROLMAN #2
          Go home and you'll be all right.
          Move it.
Tommy Hull ain't gonna argue with three loads of buckshot.
He STARTS his TRUCK, then stops and gapes, as rapidly ap-
proaching from the opposite way towards town is...

CONVOY OF THREE STATE POLICE CARS
They ZOOM by him. In the back seat of the lead car, we
see Robby and Lisa Aronson.
                                             CUT TO:

EXT. BONNEVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL (TUESDAY, 6:15 AM)
The convoy of police cars pull in the parking lot where
local police, wearing respirators, hold back a crowd of
about twenty people, the families of those who are sick
inside.
Robby and Lisa and the state police officers climb out
wearing their respirator/helmets and biosafety suits. The
twenty people react as the realization sets in that what-
ever their loved ones have, it's awful.
Tracy's Father pushes forward.
                        TRACY'S FATHER
          Nobody's tellin' us what's goin'
          on.
Robby turns to the local POLICE CHIEF, Ray Fowler, a
stringy, taciturn man.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                         73.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
          I'm Dr. Roberta Keough from the
          C.D.C. I'm in charge.
                        POLICE CHIEF
          I thought he was in charge.
She follows his gaze to the main entrance of the hospital.
Standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in his bio-
safety suit is...

MIKE GILLESPIE
Robby is shocked, but not shocked.    She moves up the
steps. He blocks her path.
                        GILLESPIE
          I've got people inside. They can
          do what needs to be done. Set up
          your command post outside the
          town, where you'll be safe.
She tries to go around him.   He grabs her arm.
                        ROBBY
                 (quietly)
          Let me do my job. Please.      I know
          what I'm doing.
A beat.   He reluctantly lets go.    She goes inside.

INT. HOSPITAL
Robby, followed by Mike, moves down the corridor.

                        ROBBY
          On whose authority are you here,
          Michael?
                        GILLESPIE
          Want me to leave?
She doesn't answer. We hear only the RUSH of AIR in their
SUITS, drowning out the horror we see as they pass room
after room of Motaba patients, screaming and moaning in
pain. They pass...
Izzy in a room with Henry, the lab tech. Lips blue,
gasping for every breath, he fights against the vent-
ilator. Streaks of blood line the wall. In the next
bed is his girl friend, Corinne, comatose and near death.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        74.
CONTINUED:
A MOTHER'S cry of agony rips through the RUSH of AIR as
Robby and Mike pass the room where Mrs. Logan is holding
her dying toddler in her arms. Her body is covered with
the fine red vesicular rash of end-stage Motaba. She
pleads with Salt, standing there in a biosafety suit,
completely helpless.
                        MOTHER
          Save my baby... Please... Save my
          baby.
Robby exchanges a glance with Gillespie.   She's
devastated.
                        GILLESPIE
          I tried to warn you.
But nothing he could have said could have prepared her for
this. She moves on into...

SMALL INTENSIVE CARE UNIT
crammed with ten patients on gurneys, all sick with end-
stage Motaba.
Nurse Emma and Dr. Mascelli, in biosafety suits, pack
Tracy, the movie-counter girl, in ice.
                         TRACY
                 (delirious with
                  fever)
          Daddy... Daddy! Where's my daddy?
Robby looks at Rudy, lying in the next cubicle, eyes com-
pletely yellow and lifeless, face and body covered in
black-and-blue splotches. His chest rises and falls in
short gasps.
                        GILLESPIE
          Bonneville patient zero. He never
          regained consciousness so we don't
          know how he got infected.
Suddenly Tracy starts convulsing.
                         DR. MASCELLI
          More Valium.   Quick.
                         EMMA
          We're out.
                        ROBBY
          Where's the crash cart?
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                         75.
CONTINUED:
Nurse Emma nods to a Sears Roebuck-style tool cabinet in
the corner.
Dr. Mascelli starts for it, but Gillespie's already there.
He punches off the plastic lock, rips open a drawer and
grabs a small box labeled Valium. He flips it to...
Robby, who in a second, pops it open, pulls out the
syringe of Valium and shoots the yellow liquid into
Tracy's IV. She stops seizing.
Dr. Mascelli and Nurse Emma are impressed.
                        ROBBY
          Dr. Mascelli, we spoke on the
          phone, I'm Dr. Keough from the
          C.D.C.
One of the patients starts coughing.     Gillespie and
Robby are alarmed.
                        ROBBY
          How many of your patients are
          coughing?
                        DR. MASCELLI
                 (indicating Rudy)
          Except for him, all of them.    Why?
                                              SMASH CUT TO:

INT. MASCELLI'S OFFICE
And a grid map of Bonneville with cases of Motaba marked
in red. They're spread out all over the town.

                        DR. MASCELLI
          The common bond is the movie
          theatre.
                        GILLESPIE
          This isn't the same virus --
                        ROBBY
          -- It's mutated --
                        GILLESPIE
          -- To an airborne form --
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                         76.
CONTINUED:
                        DR. MASCELLI
          My God, if it's spreading through
          the air, person to person, by
          droplets, it's... it's the plague.
          Everybody in the town's gonna die.
                        GILLESPIE
          They may not all be infected.
                        DR. MASCELLI
          But they will be. And if one
          person gets out --
                        ROBBY
          The quarantine has to be
          ironclad --
                        DR. MASCELLI
          People are gonna get out over the
          mountains -- it will be impossible
          to stop them.
                           GILLESPIE
          You're wrong.
FADE UP the ROAR of CHOPPERS.     An OVERWHELMING DIM.
Dr. Macselli moves to the window, pulls back the shades.
Can't believe his eyes.
In the distance, against the dawn half-light... the sky is
filled with Sikorsky Blackhawk helicopters from the U.S.
Rapid Deployment Force.
                          ROBBY
                   (astonished)
          How...
                           GILLESPIE
          ... Don't ask.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. BONNEVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL (06:40)
A giant helicopter maneuvers a mobile BL-4 lab into the
parking lot behind the hospital. Another chopper flies
behind it, carrying a portable pre-fab hospital. Another
sets down and begins disgorging combat troops wearing
chem-warfare suits.
                                              CUT TO:

                                                         77.
SOLDIERS
dressed in chemical warfare gear and carrying M-16s ride
in a Jeep through the center of the town.
The SOLDIER with a megaphone bellows at a group of
townspeople gathered in front of a donut shop:
                         SOLDIER
           Go home and stay there or you will
           be placed under arrest.
The townspeople stare at these terrifying figures, then
quickly disperse.
REVEAL the next street over, and the next.     Soldiers blast
out warnings.

                                               CUT TO:

TOMMY HULL, HIS WIFE, DARLA, AND TWO KIDS (06:40)
barreling along a gravel road in their pickup.
In the hazy light, Tommy sees...
Two infantry men in chem-war gear move into position on
the road and raise their guns toward the pickup.
Tommy does not slow down.     His wife screams:
                         DARLA
           They'll shoot us!!
                           TOMMY
           They won't.

But he can't be certain.
The soldiers take aim.
Tommy brings the PICKUP to a SCREECHING stop, throwing up
gravel on all sides. He whips the vehicle around and
heads back toward town.
A Chinook HELICOPTER THUNDERS overhead.
Tommy scans the horizon for an escape.
                         TOMMY
           I know one place they won't think
           to go.
                                               CUT TO:

                                                       78.
RED PICKUP
bouncing along an overgrown creek bed, splashing water
everywhere, careening into the big rocks which litter the
creek bed. Suddenly --
A helicopter gunship emerges over the tree-tops.
                        DARLA
          Stop!
But Tommy doesn't stop. The PICKUP keeps going -- SMASH-
ING and BASHING its way up the creek. The GUNSHIP OPENS
FIRE, shredding the tires. The PICKUP THUMPS to a halt.
Inside, Darla and the children cry, Tommy is shaken. The
helicopter hovers above them as the Hulls climb out and
head back toward town.

                                             CUT TO:

STATE POLICE CAR
coming to a fast stop at the highway checkpoint outside
Bonneville as...
GUNFIRE RINGS OUT from the distance.
Inside, Mike and Robby react with alarm and climb out.
CHOPPERS ROAR by overhead, create a DEAFENING BLAST.
The line of cars trying to get out of town is a quarter
mile long. They're held back by a...
Long line of infantrymen in chem-war gear who look like
futuristic insects. This area will become the front lines
of a war. Robby and Mike race by the soldiers...
To the command where LIEUTENANT COLONEL RONALD BRIGGS is
on the radio, coordinating his units.
                        ROBBY
          You're using rubber bullets,
          aren't you?
Briggs salutes Gillespie.   He speaks with a Georgia
accent.
                        LT. COLONEL BRIGGS
          No, ma'am. My orders are that no
          one is to get out of this town.
                        ROBBY
          You're operating under civilian
          control in a civilian disater.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                         79.
CONTINUED:
A monster Chinook comes down, sending up a torrent of
dust.
                        LT. COLONEL BRIGGS
          No, ma'am, we're not.
He turns to...
The figure emerging from under the WHIRLING BLADES:
General Billy Ford.
Gillespie braces himself.   Robby's surprised.    Billy hands
Robby a sealed document.
                        FORD
          The Secretary of Defense and the
          President have made this a joint
          operation between the C.D.C. and
          the United States Army. I've been
          placed in command.
Ford goes straight over to Gillespie. Briggs intercepts
him halfway there, salutes, and reports:
                          LT. COLONEL BRIGGS
          Sir, since   we established our
          perimeter   at 06:20, nobody has
          penetrated   our line. Before that,
          I can give   no guarantees.
                         FORD
          There are one  thousand two hundred
          and eighteen  people living in this
          town. I want   every one of them
          accounted for  by 09:00.

                          LT. COLONEL BRIGGS
          Yes, sir.
He moves off.    Ford and Gillespie square off.
                        FORD
          You're under arrest. With Major
          Berman and Captain Salt --
                        ROBBY
          -- He was right. We were wrong --
                        FORD
          -- Stay out of it, Robby.
          Gillespie, you violated a direct
          order --
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        80.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          -- The virus is airborne.
                         FORD
          Motaba is only spread by direct
          fluid contact.
                        GILLESPIE
          Since it left Africa, it mutated.
                          FORD
          That's crazy.
                        GILLESPIE
          Go to the hospital and see for
          yourself. Leave your face bare.
Ford starts away from Gillespie.
                        ROBBY
          You can't put him in jail. I need
          him. I need his whole team.
Ford thinks for a moment.
                        FORD
          Very well. Colonel, you, Major
          Berman, Captain Salt... can help
          Dr. Keough for the duration of
          this crisis, but you cannot leave
          this town and as soon as we get
          this under control, you'll be
          taken into custody.
                        GILLESPIE
          Major Berman and Captain Salt
          were following my orders -- I am
          the only one at fault.
                        FORD
          We'll let the court martial decide
          that.
Suddenly Robby's walkie-talkie squawks:
                        LISA ARONSON (V.O.)
          We got the host!
FADE UP the cacophony of SHRIEKING ANIMALS and --
                                              CUT TO:

                                                        81.
INT. RUDY'S PET SHOP
The brown rhesus sits in the back of his cage, staring at
Biosafety suited doctors crowded around his cage. The
other ANIMALS SCREECH with hunger.
                        LISA ARONSON
          I found this note on the desk...
She holds a post-it with the words scribbled across it:
"Scott - Monkey - 8/31."
                        LISA ARONSON
          This must be the monkey Scott
          brought up from Biotest.
                        SALT
          And if he is the host, his blood
          will give us a treatment.
                        LISA ARONSON
          He's so cute it's hard to believe
          he's caused such destruction.
                        IZZY
          Hitler's girl friend used to say
          the same thing.
Ford stands in the back of the room, disinterested, as if
he knows already the brown rhesus is going to lead
nowhere. Robby peers into the rhesus's cage.
                        ROBBY
          Why is he so quiet?
                        GILLESPIE
          Monkeys get quiet when they get
          hungry...

                         FORD
          ... Or sick.
                                              SMACH CUT TO:

INT. BIO-TEST ANIMAL QUARANTINE FACILITY
COMPUTER KEYS POUND: "BIOTEST ANIMAL QUARANTINE FACILITY
-- SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA"
McClintock hurries down the long aisle filled with monkey
cages stacked two high on both sides. Keeping pace is
FELDER, the president of Bio-Test.
                        FELDER
          These animals are all healthy.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        82.
CONTINUED:
McClintock turns to a dozen biosafety-suited figures,
each carrying a doctor's bag.
                           McCLINTOCK
          Fan out.
They each go off in a separate direction, leaving
McClintock and Felder opposite a cage of African Green
monkeys. McClintock opens his black bag, takes out a
strange looking pistol and feeds in a cartridge con-
taining a turquoise-blue liquid (amobarbital).
                        McCLINTOCK
          One of these animals may be the
          host of the worst virus the world
          has ever known.
Felder shudders.     McClintock thunders into his walkie-
talkie.
                           McCLINTOCK
          Make sure    the animals are
          completey    tranquilized before
          specimens    are drawn. Use all
          level four    precautions.
Felder squirms as McClintock aims the pistol at the Green
MONKEY, who grabs the bars of the cage and HISSES. As
one GUN after ANOTHER GOES OFF --
                                              SMASH CUT TO:

HOSPITAL PARKING LOT - NEAR PORTABLE BL-4 LAB
ChemWar-suited infantrymen standing with M-16s held
ready. Behind them is a pre-school with a yardful of
toys now abandoned.
The infantrymen stare at the brown rhesus, held tightly
in a "squeeze cage." Robby, Mike, Lisa, and Wally look
on anxiously as Izzy approaches the monkey with a needle
attached to a long syringe. The rhesus strains with
every muscle to lash out. Izzy moves quickly, jabbing
the needle into the monkey's thigh. He pushes the
plunger. The rhesus suddenly jerks his arm.
                           ROBBY
          Izzy!

NEEDLE HEADS FOR IZZY'S HAND (SLOW MOTION)
but he yanks it back just in time.

                                                       83.
ON IZZY
trembling.   A long beat.

BACK TO SCENE
The rhesus falls asleep. Izzy draws blood as a Jeep
carrying Ford pulls up, followed by an Army truck.
Soldiers empty the truck, piling up crates of plastic IV
bags filled with brown fluid.
                        FORD
          Filo-four antiserum. Antitoxin.
          Anyone with symptoms or positive
          blood tests will get it stat.

                            GILLESPIE
          What for?
                        FORD
          It kills twenty-five percent of
          filoviruses.
                          IZZY
          Not Motaba.    We tried it.
                       FORD
          In the lab. People react
          differently.
Gillespie and Izzy exchange a skeptical glance: is Ford
losing it, or what?
                        FORD
          We have nothing to lose -- the
          disease is incurable.

                        ROBBY
          General Ford is right.
                            FORD
          Thank you.
                                             CUT TO:

SERIES OF SHOTS
A)   A school classroom, empty.
B)   A factory, empty.
C)   A supermarket, empty.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                          84.
CONTINUED:
D)   The center of town --
Not a sign of life except for the Jeep carrying ChemWar
troops bearing M-16s.
                          ROBBY (V.O.)
            The Army will begin emergency food
            deliveries once a day...
                                                CUT TO:

INT. SMALL ONE STORY HOUSE - KITCHEN
SHERRY listens to a RADIO with her three young children.
She coughs and exchanges a worried look with her husband.
INTERCUT WITH:

INT. LOCAL RADIO STATION - GLASSED-IN BROADCAST BOOTH -
ROBBY AND MIKE
                           ROBBY
                    (into mike)
            ... If you have special needs,
            such as medicine you take, let
            them know and it'll be delivered
            to you. But please -- stay
            inside. Do not go out for any
            reason.
                          GILLESPIE
                   (into mike)
            This disease looks like a regular
            flu in its early stages, but if
            you have flu symptoms, don't
            panic... It's probably just a
            normal virus and not Motaba.

INT. SHERRY'S HOUSE - SAME TIME
                          GILLESPIE (V.O.)
                   (on radio)
            But the way to protect your family
            is to detect it early, before you
            spread it.

ON SHERRY
Terrified.

                                                       85.
BACK TO SCENE
                        SHERRY'S HUSBAND
          You don't have it, honey.
                        HER FOUR-YEAR-OLD SON
          What do you have, Mommy?
                         SHERRY
          Nothing.   Mommy's fine.
                                             CUT TO:

INT. MOTABA HOSPITAL WARD - SIMULTANEOUSLY
Ford walks through the Motaba ward, now overflowing with
infected patients, some of them unconscious and some of
them moaning. Their loved ones have not been allowed into
this infected ward, so most of these people are alone and
scared.
In Ford's eyes we see pain.
From a RADIO in the nursing station.
                        ROBBY (V.O.)
                 (on radio)
          If you're feeling sick in any way,
          you should hang a pillowcase or
          other piece of cloth on your
          front door. Soldiers will take
          you somewhere safe for a test.
          You'll know the result within a
          few hours. If you're positive,
          you'll go into one of our isolation
          hospitals, so bring clothes and
          personal things you might need.


INT. TOMMY HULL'S SMALL HOUSE
Darla and her two kids gather 'round the radio. In the
b.g. Tommy takes a swig of whiskey. He's still trembling
from his encounter with the chopper.
                         TOMMY
          Turn it off!
                         DARLA
          No.
Tommy grabs the radio and throws it across the room, break-
ing it.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        86.
CONTINUED:
                        TOMMY
          We don't have it, goddamn it. But
          if we stay here, we'll get it.
                        DARLA
          They're doctors. They know more
          than you.
                                             CUT BACK TO:

RADIO STATION BROADCAST BOOTH
                        ROBBY
                 (into mike)
          I know you're scared. We're all
          scared. But together we're going
          to get through this.
                                             CUT TO:

BONNEVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL
A room full of Motaba patients, all with antiserum running
through their IV's. Dr. Mascelli and Izzy listen to the
RADIO. Mascelli's eyes are blood-shot. He sneezes and
sniffles.
                        DOCTOR MASCELLI
          And now I've got it too. I'm
          going to die along with the rest
          of them, aren't I?
The look in Izzy's eyes confirms Dr. Mascelli's worst
fear.


INT. SHERRY'S HOUSE
Sherry slowly opens the front door, puts a white pillow-
case over the door. Her kids run into her arms crying.
                        SHERRY
                 (hugging them)
          I'll be back in a few hours.   It's
          like I'm goin' to work.
She wipes the tears from her eyes; she's trembling.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                         87.
CONTINUED:
                          SHERRY
                   (to each kid in turn)
            Now, promise you won't fight.
            Promise you'll do what your
            father tells you.
They each promise - nodding "yes" in order from the
oldest to the youngest. It's a very solemn moment as
Sherry steps onto:

EXT. PORCH
She walks slowly down the small  path, knowing this could
be the last time she ever makes  this walk, ever sees her
family. She stops, wipes a tear   off her cheek. She wants
to look back so bad, to get one  last look at her kids,
but doesn't want them to see her  scared. She climbs into
the waiting Army Jeep.
Sherry waves as the Jeep pulls away. But she's sitting
next to a soldier in full ChemWar gear, and this only
amplifies the fear in her children's eyes.
The Jeep drives past other houses with pillowcases over
the door.
                                            SHOCK CUT TO:

SHERRY'S ARM
Her fist clinches as Lisa Aronson finishes drawing blood.

INT. TESTING TENT

Lisa carefully slips the test tube of blood into a plexi-
glass case and locks it. As she exits the tent, we see:

TENT CITY
Tent after tent -- at least  four hundred of them -- a
tent city set up on the high  school football field.
Housing people in isolation  who have had or are about
to undergo the blood test.   This is purgatory, where
you wait for judgment.
                                            CUT TO:

                                                        88.
MOBILE BL-4 LAB
Izzy carefully withdraws a syringe of clear liquid from
a rubber capped bottle labeled "DNA PRIMER." He mixes
this into a blood sample from a test patient. At the
bench, Robby is doing the same. Izzy looks under his
scope. The field is filled with red circles.
                         IZZY
          Positive.
He takes another tube of blood from a different patient.
Looks under the scope.
                         IZZY
          Positive.

Robby looks under her scope.
                         ROBBY
          Positive.
                        IZZY
          The whole fucking town's infected.
A sense of despair.
                        IZZY
          Double check it! Triple check it.
                                            CUT TO:

INT. SHERRY'S TENT
Sherry Templeton tries to come to terms with the fact
she's positive.

                        SHERRY
          Does this mean my children have
          it, too?
                         GILLESPIE
                  (shaken by her pain)
          No...
But she sees he's not sure.
                         SHERRY
          Oh my God.
                                            CUT BACK TO:

                                                          89.
BL-4 LAB - IZZY AND ROBBY
working.   Izzy looking under the scope.   Everything is
purple.
                         IZZY
           How can this be? Doctor Mascelli
           can't be negative. I know he's
           got it. Something's wrong.
                                              CUT TO:

BL-4 LAB - LITTLE LATER
Izzy concentrates on Mascelli's blood test.    His eyes
are bloodshot from fatigue.


EXTREME CLOSEUP - AIR HOSE COUPLING
at Izzy's side. The red umbilical cord connected to the
ceiling catches on the sink handle in the center island;
it slowly slips out of its coupling and drops. The sound
of RUSHING AIR suddenly STOPS.

BACK TO SCENE
... but Izzy doesn't hear it. He continues looking
through the scope. Suddenly, he spots the red umbilical
cord lying on the floor.
                           IZZY
           No!
Robby grabs the cord and re-inserts it into Izzy's suit;
the RUSH OF AIR quickly fills the suit, but --

Izzy - panicked - runs out of the lab into:

FORMALDEHYDE SHOWER AREA
and blasts himself with formaldehyde.   As the frothy
liquid bath pours over him:

CLOSE ON IZZY'S FACE
terrified:   Did he breath in the virus?
                                              CUT TO:

                                                      90.
LOCKER ROOM - MINUTES LATER
                         ROBBY
           It was only a few seconds, nothing
           got in.
                          IZZY
           I know.   I'm fine.
Silence.
                         ROBBY
           I can finish the tests --
                          IZZY
           -- I'm fine.

She nods, worried.
                                            CUT TO:

HOSPITAL WARD - NIGHT
Ford checks Henry's (the Lab Tech's) pulse. Nothing. He
looks at McClintock, staring at Henry's corpse into which
the antiserum is still flowing. In the next bed, Corinne,
Henry's girl friend, also lies dead.
                         McCLINTOCK
           The Motaba antiserum doesn't work.
                         FORD
                  (devastated)
           The virus has changed enough so
           that the antibodies can't recognize
           it. We've got to find the host,
           Donny.

                         McCLINTOCK
           How? The San Jose animals were
           all negative.
                  (sharply)
           For thirty years you've thought it
           was a breath away. And we looked,
           and tested and tested. And we
           couldn't find it.
                  (beat)
           What good would it do anyway? The
           virus has mutated. The host would
           carry the antibodies against the
           African strain -- before it
           mutated.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        91.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD
          Nature is more generous than man,
          Donny... it creates more
          variablity in the antibodies. If
          we find the host, its antibodies
          may be effective against the
          mutated strain.
                        McCLINTOCK
          That's a guess. And there's no
          time, no cure. We have no choice
          but to implement the Emergency
          Containment Plan.
ON Ford's troubled reaction --

                                              CUT TO:

BL-4 LAB - LATER THAT NIGHT
Gillespie, Robby, Lisa, and Izzy peer...
Into the Brown Rhesus's cage. The monkey looks dreadful:
he's crouched in a fetal position and his nose drips puss.
                        SALT
          He's dying of Motaba. His blood
          doesn't have any protective
          antibodies. Nothing.
Gloom and defeat sink over the room.
                        ROBBY
          But where did this monkey get the
          disease?

                        LISA ARONSON
          Christ, it could have been
          anywhere... Maybe he was on a boat
          from Africa, next to the host.
                        IZZY
          Then there's no hope.
                        GILLESPIE
          No. Unless Jimbo Scott had close
          contact with the host and that
          animal is somehow traceable.
          There's got to be something at
          Bio-Test.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        92.
CONTINUED:
                        ROBBY
          Lisa, go back there. There's got
          to be something that was missed.
Lisa nods.
                                             CUT TO:

BL-4 LAB - LATER
Salt looks plaintively at the Rhesus. He opens the
refrigerator and takes out a bottle labeled morphine.
He's about to close the fridge, but stops and stares...

Inside the refrigerator: a unit of antiserum just lying
around. He looks at the antiserum, then at the monkey,
sick in its cage.
                                             CUT TO:

QUARANTINE PERIMETER - DAWN
The line of troops and tanks stretches for miles.      HUEYS
THUNDER overhead, keeping watch.
Behind the tanks are a swarm of figures wearing red BL-4
suits. They're moving cages filled with insects and
animals toward a huge series of trailers.

INT. GENERAL FORD'S COMMAND CENTER - DAWN
The Command Center is buzzing with activity. Along one
wall is an array of supercomputers all feeding data to...

The big board -- a computerized map of the Quarantine
Area.
DR. FRANKLE, a Biowar Defense expert, an intense, bearded
man of about 50 -- paces in front of the big board. As
Frankle briefs Ford and McClintock, we literally see the
epidemic spreading out from the center of Bonneville --
more and more terrain is colored red each time the big
screen redraws. The red gets larger and larger, until it
comes within three miles of the Columbia River, which cuts
a big blue swath through the map.
                        FRANKLE
          Mosquitoes are picking up this
          virus. An  hour ago a squirrel
          with Motaba was trapped just three
          miles from the river.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                    93.
CONTINUED:
                          FORD
                  (angry)
           Increase the spraying, Goddamnit!
                         FRANKLE
           The best stuff we've got won't
           kill every last one. Eventually
           one bug, one animal's going to get
           through to the river. Worst case
           is the virus penetrates the
           ecosystem. Then we can't stop it.
                         FORD
           There's got to be a way to deal
           with it --

                         FRANKLE
           -- The only similar case I know of
           is the Influenza Epidemic of 1918.
           It circled the globe in two weeks.
Silence.
                         McCLINTOCK
           People can be asymptomatic, for
           weeks.  The tests are faulty. We
           have to assume everyone in this
           town is infected and will get this
           disease sooner or later.
Silence.   Finally:
                         FORD
           I want the most rapid-acting nerve
           gas. Something so quick they'll
           never know what hit 'em.


INT. BIO-TEST MAIN OFFICE (SAN JOSE) - DAY
The office is a small, chaotic room filled with old filing
cabinets and ancient PC's. The company President, Felder,
and Lisa Aronson sit near a speakerphone.
                         LISA ARONSON
                  (into phone)
           And I've been through all the
           files... No animal's been removed
           in the last fourteen days.
                         FELDER
           If Jimbo Scott got an infected
           animal, he didn't get it here.
INTERCUT WITH:

                                                        94.
SMALL OFFICE IN BACK OF BL-4 LAB
Gillispie, Robby, and Izzy are running out of options as
they converse with Lisa Aronson in San Jose, California,
on the speakerphone:
                        GILLESPIE
          Could Jimbo Scott have deleated all
          traces of an animal stored at your
          facility?
                        FELDER (V.O.)
          Don't be absurd, he was a good
          employee --
                        GILLESPIE
          Mr. Felder, don't take this
          personally, but either you're a
          horrible judge of character or the
          world's in deep shit. Could Jimbo
          Scott have erased all records on
          an animal stored at your facility?
          Yes or no?
Felder hesitates.
Suddenly Gillespie's WALKIE-TALKIE BEEPS:
                        SALT (V.O.)
          Colonel, come quick.

INT. BL-4 LAB
Robby, Mike and Izzy enter the animal lab and stop cold.
The brown rhesus is sitting up in his cage, weak but
eating some lettuce.

                        SALT
          He should be dead.
The last of the antiserum drips into the animal's arm.
                        SALT
          I gave him the antiserum.
                        IZZY
          It doesn't work on people. It
          shouldn't work on simians either.
                        SALT
          So how come it worked on this one?
Gillespie's mind is racing:
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       95.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          He was infected with the first
          strain, before it mutated.
                        IZZY
          It still shouldn't work. This
          Korean Filo4 doesn't cross-react
          with the Motaba virus. We checked!
                        GILLESPIE
          Maybe it's not Korean Filo4.
                        SALT
          What else could it be?

Izzy leans against the wall; he's pale, feverish.    The
others pay no attention.
                        IZZY
          I need some air.
He takes a step, then starts seizing, his whole body
shaking in one convulsive wave after the next.
Gillespie, Robby and Wally rush over.
                         SALT
                  (checking his pulse)
          He's slowin' down. He's gonna
          arrest.
                         GILLESPIE
          Let's go.   Now!
With extraordinary effort, he heaves Izzy over his back.

                                           CUT TO:

CROWDED MOTABA WARD
Gillespie gently drops Izzy onto a hospital bed.
                        GILLESPIE
          Ice, fluids, blood, oxygen...
          Let's go!
Gillespie puts a probe in Berman's mouth, shudders when he
sees the reading.
                        GILLESPIE
          A hundred and eight. Ice... I
          want ice... I mean now!
                                           (CONTINUED)
                                                     96.
CONTINUED:

Wally runs in with ice, packs it around Berman's neck.
                        GILLESPIE
          Open your eyes. Open your fuckin'
          eyes, Izzy. Nobody's lettin' you
          off so easy. Pressure?
                          ROBBY
          Comin' up.
A long, long beat.   Berman slowly opens his eyes.
Gillespie smiles.
                        GILLESPIE
          You were a hundred and eight. Not
          too long... but long enough...
                 (an evil grin)
          You musta lost a billion brain
          cells.
                        IZZY
          Now I'm only as smart as you.
Gillespie grins.
Berman tries to smile. His lip twitches... uncontrolla-
bly. His whole body seizes.
                        GILLESPIE
          We need a line.
Robby flips Gillespie a catheter set. He looks for a
vein. Robby and Wally try to keep Izzy flat while
Gillespie works, but...

SLOW MOTION SHOT
Izzy's arm jerks free, pushing Mike's hand and the razor-
sharp needle right at Mike's other hand.
                          ROBBY
          Watch out!
She shoves Mike's hand out of the path, but the needle
nicks her glove.
Mike and Wally are horrified.
                          GILLESPIE
          Lemme see it.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        97.
CONTINUED:
                         ROBBY
                 (yanks her hand away)
          It didn't get past the outer glove.
                 (to Wally)
          Hold him down.
Wally pins Izzy's arm down as Robby sticks in an IV and
injects medicine. Izzy stops seizing.
                                              CUT TO:

INT. SURGERY LOCKER ROOM
Robby, alone, peels back her triple-thick glove, and...

The second layer is cut, too!   She rips off the second
layer and...
The third layer is cut, too!    She pulls it off to reveal:
Her finger -- we see just the tiniest thin line of
crimson blood.
Terrified, she runs into...

SURGICAL SCRUB ROOM
and squeezes her finger, trying to expel any virus. She
pours iodine into the tiny wound and frantically scrubs,
as if her life depened on it. It does.
She turns at the sound of the DOOR OPENING.    It's
Gillespie.

                        GILLESPIE
                 (anguished)
          You took the hit for me... Why?
Tears fill her eyes. Her mouth opens.     She can't talk.
Only a low moan of terror.
Gillespie cradles her head against his.
                                              CUT TO:

PROP PLANE (07:45)
spraying over the forest outside Bonneville.
Huge wafts of smoke drift over the birch and pine forest
like a thick fog.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                          98.
CONTINUED:
Hidden in the dense woods, Tommy Hull takes a slug of
whisky and watches the plane. Between him and the plane
are Armed Personnel carriers, their gas-masked personnel
unaffected by the poison. Tommy coughs.
He stands up on the hood of an old blue van and screams
at the troops.
                          TOMMY
          That's right.    Kill us all.   C'mon!
They can't hear him or see him.   He finishes the last of
the bottle and climbs into...


HIS BEAT-UP VAN
We see on the floor a half dozen guns including a shotgun
and an AK-47. He STARTS the ENGINE and ROARS off.
                                                CUT TO:

PERIMETER CHECKPOINT (08:00)
                        CHECKPOINT GUARD #1
          I'm sorry, Colonel. You can't
          proceed.
Gillespie's Jeep is blocked by THREE GUARDS armed with
M-16s.
                        GILLESPIE
          Get the hell out of my way.     I'm
          going to see the General.

                        CHECKPOINT GUARD #1
          Strict orders, sir. Anyone with
          direct patient care is
          contaminated.
                        GILLESPIE
          That's a load of crap. Get him on
          the line, soldier. Now!
                         CHECKPOINT GUARD #1
                 (punches on the
                  radio)
          Checkpoint three to base. Colonel
          Gillespie to speak to General Ford.
Suddenly, Tommy Hull drives up and brakes to a stop.
                                                (CONTINUED)

                                                         99.
CONTINUED:
                         CHECKPOINT GUARD #2
          Go home.
                         TOMMY
          You go home.
Before Guard #2 can react, Hull raises his SHOTGUN and
FIRES.
Gillespie dives under the dashboard of his Jeep.
The other Guards react. Too late. Tommy Hull pulls an
AK-47 out from behind his seat and CHEWS them UP.
The RADIO BLASTS:

                        RADIO (V.O.)
          Base to checkpoint three: what's
          goin' on?
Tommy Hull FIRES the SHOTGUN again, ANNIHILATING the
RADIO. He ROARS ahead.
Gillespie races over to soldiers.    They're dead.   He looks
at...
The van, racing toward the crest of the hill.     Suddenly,
from the other side of the hill:
Two Apache helicopters appear.
Hull sticks the AK-47 out the window and FIRES at the
choppers.
They keep coming.

Red sparks erupt from their bellies.    HELLFIRES.
The VAN EXPLODES into tiny pieces.
Gillespie GUNS the JEEP toward the wreckage.
A Jeep driven by General Ford comes over the hill and
pulls up on...

OPPOSITE SIDE OF WRECKAGE
Ford and Gillespie both survey the charred remains of the
van. Both are appalled.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                         100.
CONTINUED:
                         GILLESPIE
           You had the antiserum to the
           original African strain, you
           could've made it available right
           away. The virus would've never had
           a chance to mutate. You could
           have stopped this whole epidemic
           before it got started. Why?
Ford says nothing. He stares at the wreckage as if some-
how he could find an answer there he himself believes.
                         GILLESPIE
           Why?

Silence.   Finally:
                         FORD
           It's so strange... You look at
           these viruses under the electron
           microscope... They're like... like
           beautiful symmetrical crystals, so
           cold, so pure. You think you're
           looking at some fabulous piece of
           sculpture behind a museum wall...
           till you see the blood and people
           dying all around you. I stopped
           it once. I thought I could stop
           it again.
                         GILLESPIE
           You ordered the attack on Iwabi's
           people in Africa?
Silence. Ford neither confirms nor denies the accusation.
Then with sadness and remorse, Ford tells the truth:

                         FORD
           We had to ensure that we had the
           only live samples of the virus.
                         GILLESPIE
           Biowarfare research is illegal.
           We signed a treaty...
                         FORD
           ... What do you know about the
           real world, Gillespie? Even the
           air you breathe is artificial. Why
           do you think Saddam Hussein didn't
           kill our boys with his anthrax and
           his botulism and all the other crap
           he created in his labs? 'Cause he
           knew we had something worse --
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        101.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          -- One mad man --
                        FORD
          -- Every fucking dictator of the
          future's going to use biological
          weapons that you can manufacture
          cheap in a test tube with
          technology you can buy at the
          newsrack. Deterrence works.
Gillespie, horrified, steps away from his boss as he
begins to understand the scope of the deception which he
has been the victim of.

                        FORD
          We spent years synthesizing an
          antibody that worked with the
          original African strain. We
          assumed it would work with this
          Bonneville strain. We gambled.
          We lost. We can't afford to lose
          again...
                        GILLESPIE
          So you're going to wipe out this
          entire town -- kill everyone in
          it?
                        FORD
          The virus is going to reach the
          river.
                        GILLESPIE
          Take the people who are well and
          get them out!

                        FORD
          If even one were sick, no matter
          where we were, the disease would
          start again.
Beat, Gillespie knows he's right.
                        GILLESPIE
          Your only hope is to look for the
          host.
                        FORD
          I did -- for thirty years.
                        GILLESPIE
          Let me.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      102.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD
          You might be contaminated.
                        GILLESPIE
          I know I'm not.
                        FORD
          We have facilites to hold a few
          people in quarantine. Get out
          now. Take your team.
                        GILLESPIE
          Izzy is sick, Robby infected.
Beat.
                        FORD
          I'm sorry.
Beat.
                        GILLESPIE
          Wipe out the town, wipe out Motaba.
          And you're still the only one in
          the world who's got the virus. No
          matter what, your program's
          secure.
                        FORD
          That's not a consideration.
                        GILLESPIE
          Bullshit!
                                            CUT TO:


BL-4 LAB - OFFICE (09:10)
Pages spit out of the fax.   As WALLY gathers them up, we
see the cover page:

INSERT - COVER PAGE
                From: Lisa Aronson, M.D.
                To: Colonel Gillespie, M.D.
                RE: Biotest Animal Inventory
          Mike -- Here is the list of every animal
          imported by Biotest during the last six
          months...
BACK TO SCENE
Salt looks outside, worried:

                                                        103.
SALT'S POV
A Black Hawk helicopter takes off. Soldiers gather
around a second Black Hawk and start to load their gear.
The BioWar Defense Unit is pulling out of the town.

BACK TO SCENE
HOLD on Salt's face:    scared.
Robby has as yet no sign of the fever.     She and Gillespie
pour over the fax from Lisa Aronson.
                        WALLY
          Colonel, we gotta go now.

Beat. Mike and Robby exchange a glance, knowing this may
be the last time they're together.
                          ROBBY
          No goodbyes.    It's bad luck.

ANOTHER ANGLE - ON GILLESPIE
desperately torn, not wanting to leave her.
                        ROBBY
          I'm glad you were here.
                                              CUT TO:

EXT. HOSPITAL HELICOPTER LANDING AREA
Salt carries a decontamination unit on his back,
Gillespie a cellular phone and a black duffel bag as they
reach --

BLACK HAWK
Where soldiers finish loading under the watchful eye of
SERGEANT MEYER.
                          SERGEANT MEYER
          Atten-shun!
The soldiers salute Gillespie and Salt.
                        GILLESPIE
          Sergeant, General Ford has ordered
          us to decon all aircraft before
          takeoff.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       104.
CONTINUED:
                        SERGEANT MEYER
          But we've been doing it at the
          base, sir.
                        GILLESPIE
          Vector transmission is increasing
          and airborne contamination must be
          minimized. Pretty soon, Sergeant,
          even that suit won't protect you.
                        SERGEANT MEYER
                 (scared)
          Yes, sir.
Salt takes hold of Sergeant Meyer's walkie-talkie. The
Sergeant is puzzled by this but says nothing as Salt
sprays it thoroughly with disinfectant before handing it
back. He sprays the outside of the chopper, then moves
inside.
                        SERGEANT MEYER
          The pilot is inside, sir!
                        GILLESPIE
          I'll get him out.
                                            CUT TO:

OUTSIDE CHOPPER - SECONDS LATER
Sergeant Meyer reacts as the big rotor blades start to
turn. The chopper begins to rise:
                           SERGEANT MEYER
          What the hell?

Sergeant Meyer reaches for his walkie-talkie, but it
won't work. He slams it down.

INT. CHOPPER - FLYING OVER COMMAND CENTER
The pilot, WARRANT OFFICER DETERICH barks into his radio:
                        WARRANT OFFICER DETERICH
          Den mother, this is Naked Zulu.
          Going to decon.
                        RADIO (V.O.)
          Roger, that, Naked Zulu.
PULL BACK to reveal Gillespie holding a gun against
Deterich's head.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       105.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          Nice and easy now.
The Black Hawk cruises over the camp, blending right in
with half-a-dozen other choppers going in all directions.
                                             CUT TO:

COMMAND CENTER - FORD'S OFFICE
Sergeant Meyer stands nervously at attention, trying to
avoid the eyes of General McClintock, who's fit to be
tied.

In a rapidly moving DOLLY SHOT, McClintock leaves Meyer
and approaches General Ford, who is on the phone.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Your Colonel Gillespie has
          commandeered one of our
          helicopters.

CLOSE ON FORD
Just the hint of astonishment.   Then he regains his usual
composure:
                        McCLINTOCK
          Gillespie has become a vector of
          the disease. Mobilize all
          resources to find him.
                                             CUT TO:


EXT. ISOLATED STRETCH OF OREGON COAST (10:00)
Warrant Officer Deterich, dressed in underwear, huddles
against a huge rock. A pile of rations lie beside him.
                        GILLESPIE
          There's food and water for two
          days. They'll find you by then.
Gillespie slips on Deterich's uniform, Salt pulls on
Gillespie's.
                        GILLESPIE
          You never expected to make Colonel
          this fast, did you, Salt?
                                             CUT TO:

                                                           106.
INT/EXT. BLACK HAWK
Hovering above Deterich. Salt opens the throttle; the
CHOPPER ROARS down the coast and Deterich becomes nothing
but a dot in a cove shut off by soaring cliffs on one
side and the ocean on the other.
Salt keeps the chopper just feet above the whitecaps.
                        GILLESPIE
          Not bad for somebody who hasn't
          flown in six years.
                          SALT
          Seven.    Want to see my loop-d-
          loop?

He pulls the wheel, brining the nose up to a high angle
of attack.
Gillespie looks panicked.    Salt levels out the chopper.
                        SALT
          Just kidding, sir.
Gillespie studies the air map of the Pacific Ocean.
                         GILLESPIE
          Cut inland at Klamath River and
          keep this mountain ridge between
          us and Oregon.
                        SALT
          To San Jose, sir?
                         GILLESPIE
          No.   Ford will anticipate that.

                        SALT
          Lisa Aronson sent us all the
          shipping records...
                           GILLESPIE
          No, not all...     Just the ones
          Biotest had.

COMPUTER KEYS POUND.
SUPERIMPOSE:    KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON -- 10:10

TWO F-15 EAGLES
SCREAM down the runway and lift off.     Within seconds,
more follow.

                                                           107.
EXT. ABOVE OREGON COASTAL FOREST
McClintock's Apache sweeps above the forest. The radar
screen indicates a return. McClintock picks up the radio:
                        McCLINTOCK
          Portland regional, please
          identify transponder 2CAW442.
          Over.
                        TRAFFIC CONTROLLER (V.O.)
          That's another light plane, number
          86221 Zebra, registered
          Corvallis...
McClintock grimaces.

                        McCLINTOCK
          Where the hell's that A.W.A.C.S.?
                        PILOT
          Sir, they're comin' from Oklahoma.
The radio crackles:
                        F-15 PILOT (V.O.)
          Got a low target sitting on the
          coast. Going down for visual.
INTERCUT WITH:

INSIDE BLACK HAWK HELICOPTER
Where Salt sees a blip on the radar screen.
                          SALT
          Problems.

He pushes the wheel down, and     the camouflaged-painted
chopper descends into a tight     ravine between two rocks.
The blades whirl inches from     disaster. Gillespie holds
his breath; so does Salt who     tries to hold the Black Hawk
motionless. We hear a SONIC      BOOM. The F-15 streaks
overhead.
Gillespie and Salt exchange a glance.     Have they been
seen or not?
                          F-15 PILOT (V.O.)
          I've lost it.    Possible bird
          flock.
The plane turns inland.    Gillespie and Salt breathe
again.

                                                        108.
INT. McCLINTOCK'S APACHE
                        McCLINTOCK
                 (into radio)
          General, Gillespie could now be
          anywhere inside a thousand mile
          radius, and if he's landed, we
          got no way to track him.
INTERCUT the Command Center.
Ford is angry and frustrated.
                        FORD
          You're Gillespie, you don't trust
          the C.D.C., you don't trust
          anybody... you'd want to look at
          all the data yourself.
Ford turns to an aide, Lieutenant Richardson:
                        FORD
          Issue an all-points bulletin to
          every police department on the
          West Coast. Start with San Jose.
          Colonel Gillespie and Captain Salt
          are armed, and assumed to be
          contaminated until proven
          otherwise...
                                              CUT TO:

FAX MACHINE
Photos of Gillespie and Salt roll into the reader,
then --

                                              CUT TO:

EXT. BIOTEST ANIMAL FACILITY (SAN JOSE)
It is pouring RAIN. At first, everything looks normal.
Until we realize there aren't any people on the side-
walks. And no moving cars on the streets.
Snipers with .22 rifles and telescopic sights straddle
the rooftops.
                                              SMASH CUT TO:

FEDERAL BUILDING - MAIN OFFICE - DAY (12:05PM)
A long line of people wait for a single clerk; it's lunch
hour.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        109.
CONTINUED:
Gillespie storms in and goes    right to the front of the
line. The others glare. The      clerk, ARMISTEAD, a 50-ish
man with long grey hair tied    in a pony tail, continues to
help the lady in the front of    the line.
                        GILLESPIE
                 (sharply)
          Excuse me.
                        ARMISTEAD
          Just a minute, soldier.
He continues helping the lady.
                        GILLESPIE
          I am Warrant Officer Deterich of
          the United States Army --
The NEXT PERSON in line reacts:
                        NEXT PERSON
          Hey -- end of the line, asshole --
                        GILLESPIE
          I just came from the site of the
          virus epidemic in Oregon and you
          will help me now!
Armistead's supervisor, MRS. PANAMIDES, comes out of her
office as the other persons waiting in line, fearful of
the dreaded Motaba Virus, edge away from Gillespie
rapidly.
                        MRS. PANAMIDES
          What do you need?

                        GILLESPIE
          Bills of lading for all ships which
          arrived from Africa during the last
          six months.
                        MRS. PANAMIDES
          What are you looking for?
                          GILLESPIE
          An animal.
                        MRS. PANAMIDES
          What kind of animal.
Beat.
                          GILLESPIE
          I don't know.
                                              CUT TO:

                                                         110.
INT. RECORD ROOM
A shaggy, sloppily dressed COMPUTER JOCK types.
                          COMPUTER JOCK
            Biotest is very methodical about
            their paper work.
The printer spits out pages of animals. Gillespie cross-
checks them against the fax pages from Lisa. They match
perfectly.
                           COMPUTER JOCK
            That's it.   Sorry.
Gillespie leans back:    In despair.   Not sure what to do
next.

A long beat.    The Computer Jock walks over to the printer.
                           COMPUTER JOCK
            Damn!   Jammed again!
He hits a reset button.     One more page prints out.
At the top of the page: An entry that Lisa's list doesn't
have. Gillespie circles it in red.
                          GILLESPIE
            That's it. The Apeldoorn, a Dutch
            freighter. One monkey. But what
            kind of monkey?
                          COMPUTER JOCK
            There's no way to tell.
                                               CUT TO:


GILLESPIE
climbing into the Black Hawk.     The RAIN is much heavier
now.
                                               CUT TO:

INT. BLACK HAWK
as it rises off the rooftop of the Federal Building.
From this vantage, Gillespie and Salt can see a threat-
ening rain storm sweeping in over the San Francisco Bay.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        111.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          I tried to radio. All static.
          'Cause of the storm.
                        SALT
          So 'cause of the storm, you want
          me to fly twenty miles through a
          gale and hover while I drop you on
          board a ship at sea?
                         GILLESPIE
          Yes.
                        SALT
          Sir, with all respect -- no fuckin'
          chance.
Beat.   Gillespie is dead serious.
                        GILLESPIE
          The storm won't break 'til
          tomorrow.
Salt is torn.
                        GILLESPIE
          If you want, I could try to hover
          and drop you on board.
                         SALT
          No way.
                                              CUT TO:

PACIFIC OCEAN

The chopper fighting the gale, trying to find the ship in
the storm. The sky is so dark it's like night. RAIN
POUNDS the windshield; the wipers can't keep up.
                        SALT
          Colonel, I couldn't find my
          umbrella in this rain.
Despair. A long beat. Then: In the distance through
the mist, a red light flashes.
                                              CUT TO:

BLACK HAWK
hovering above the Apeldoorn, riding rough on twenty-
foot swells. The winds rock the chopper.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                         112.
CONTINUED:
Wally fights to hold it steady.
                         SALT
           Ready for drop.
                         GILLESPIE
           Speak for yourself.
On the deck of the Apeldoorn: Four crewmen hold tight
onto their lifelines and wait for --
Gillespie, who emerges from the belly of the chopper.
He hangs tight onto the winch, which strains in the wind,
thrusting Gillespie over the waves. One breaks on top
of him.

A crewman grabs the line with a hook and reels Gillespie
in.
                                               SHOCK CUT TO:

FREEZER DOOR
opening.   Gillespie isn't ready for this:
Frozen on a shelf, is Seaman Dieter Jans. Even under a
layer of ice, the yellow skin, blood streaking from his
nipples, and other signs of Motaba are all too clear.
                         GILLESPIE
           How long has it been since the
           monkey was on the ship?
One of the seamen translates Gillespie's question to
the CAPTAIN in Dutch. The Captain answers in halting
English:
                          DUTCH CAPTAIN
           How long?   Six days.
                         GILLESPIE
           When did Seaman Jans first get
           sick?
                         DUTCH CAPTAIN
           Yesterday -- he is sick yesterday
           night. He is dead early this
           morning.

CLOSE ON GILLESPIE
alarmed.   This is ominous information.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                       113.
CONTINUED:
                        GILLESPIE
          Captain, your ship will have to be
          quarantined at sea. No one is to
          go near this freezer. Do you
          understand?
The Captain nods, overwhelmed by sudden fear.
                        GILLESPIE
          Someone else must have seen the
          monkey --
The First Mate steps forward.    As he begins to jabber in
Dutch...

                                             SHOCK CUT TO:

BLACK HAWK
racing back to shore. Gillespie's on the cellular PHONE.
The storm fills the line with STATIC.
                        GILLESPIE
          The monkey was small, black and
          white...
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   KINSHASA NATIONAL HOSPITAL, ZAIRE.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. HOSPITAL WARD - DR. IWABI
                        DR. IWABI
                 (into phone)
          A colobos monkey. The highways
          have chased them deeper and
          deeper into the jungle. But
          there are still a few left.
                        GILLESPIE
          Find as many as you can.
                                             SMASH CUT TO:

INT. CDC WAR ROOM - DREW REYNOLDS
On the phone.    Drew Reynolds listens with rapt attention.
                        GILLESPIE (V.O.)
                 (into phone)
          -- But you have to help me --
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        114.
CONTINUED:
                        REYNOLDS
                 (into phone)
          -- I will do whatever they let me
          do...
                         GILLESPIE (V.O.)
                  (desperately)
          If they implement the containment
          plan --
Reynolds is angry, flustered -- terrified his worst
nightmare has come a reality.
                        REYNOLDS
          It's out of my hands!

                        GILLESPIE (V.O.)
          If we can find the host, we can
          obtain an effective antibody
          against the virus, and reproduce
          it. We can present them with a
          credible alternative...
Reynolds squeezes his tennis ball.
                        REYNOLDS
          My people have been doing
          everything humanly possible
          to help.
                        GILLESPIE (V.O.)
          Drew, Robby's infected.
Reynolds squeezes his tennis ball tighter.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   MOLALLA, OREGON - 14:45


EXT. PRE-SCHOOL
Four and five-year-olds play happily in a sandbox outside
their pre-school which borders the Columbia National
Forest. Their teacher, MRS. JEFFRIES, carefully watches
over them.
Betsy hides behind a nearby tree. She's hungry and can't
take her eyes off the half-eaten sandwiches lying in the
kids' snack boxes.
Sean is distracted by a glimpse of Betsy and spills his
juice all over Geneva.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       115.
CONTINUED:
                        GENEVA
          You dodohead.
                 (breaking
                  into tears)
          Mrs. Jeffries, look what Sean
          did.
                        SEAN
          I didn't... mean to!
                        MRS. JEFFRIES
                 (taking her by
                  the hand)
          We'll clean you up right away.
                 (heads inside)
          The rest of you come in, too.
All the children follow her except Sean, pouting. Betsy
runs up and starts gobbling a sandwich. Sean stares at
the monkey, then moves toward her:
                        SEAN
          Hey, that's mine!
BETSY HISSES.   Sean, scared, runs.

INSIDE
                        SEAN
          A monkey stole my sandwich.
He points to the sandbox but there's no trace of Betsy.
Mrs. Jeffries kneels.
                        MRS. JEFFRIES
          There are no monkeys in this
          forest, Sean. It's okay.
                                             CUT TO:

INT. COMMAND CENTER (14:55)
Dr. Frankle paces nervously.
                        DR. FRANKLE
          The storm's blowin' up the coast
          faster than we thought. That's a
          problem. The wind's going to
          hasten vector transmission and
          the rain's going to absorb the
          gas.
                        (MORE)
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        116.
CONTINUED:
                        DR. FRANKLE (CONT'D)
          Jesus Christ, Colonel, you'd have
          to hit the town two, three times
          to be sure you got everybody.
The thought of this troubles Ford deeply.
                        FORD
          What time's that storm going to
          hit?
Frankle wavers.
                        FORD
          Goddammnit, you got every computer
          in the world here, what time's it
          comin'?
                        DR. FRANKLE
          Any time before dawn you should be
          okay.
                        FORD
          Then we go at midnight.
COMPUTER KEYS POUND:   SANTA ROSA, CALIFORNIA - 17:00

EXT. HELIPAD
In the pouring RAIN, the Black Hawk carrying Gillespie
and Salt lands on the helipad next to the television
station: WNER.

ON NEWSROOM SOUNDSTAGE

The ANCHORMAN looks grim:
                        ANCHORMAN
          The governor of Oregon this
          morning extended the evacuation
          zone another five miles.

INT. STATION LOBBY
The security guard watches the NEWSCAST:    The governor of
Oregon is giving a press conference.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                          117.
CONTINUED:
                        GOVERNOR (V.O.)
                 (on T.V.)
          General Ford and the Army
          physicians have assured me there
          is no threat of spread of this
          disease at the present time.
          This is strictly a precautionary
          measure...
                        REPORTER FROM FLOOR (V.O.)
                 (on T.V.)
          Why have all communications in and
          out of Bonneville been cut off?
                         GOVERNOR (V.O.)
                  (on T.V.)
          There is apparently some kind of
          computer malfunction in that
          area...
The guard suddenly freezes.
Salt and Gillespie burst inside holding M-16s.

INSIDE NEWSROOM
                          ANCHORMAN
          In a related   story, the Army has
          released the   names of two men who
          escaped from   Bonneville and are
          infected with   this virus.
The pictures of Gillespie and Salt fill the screen.
Suddenly there's a RUCKUS O.S. and the Anchorman gasps
as the security guard, hands held high, moves toward
the news desk.
                          SALT
          Nobody move!
Gillespie sits down beside the Anchor. He shrinks back
as Gillespie leans over, grabs his lapel mike and pins
it on himself.
                        GILLESPIE
          I am not infected.
One of the two cameramen backs away from his camera and
bolts toward the door. Salt points the gun at him, but
doesn't pull the trigger. More and more people stampede
out.
                                                (CONTINUED)

                                                      118.
CONTINUED:
                         SALT
           Shake it, Colonel!
Gillespie talks into the camera with the red light on.
                         GILLESPIE
           We need help to find the animal
           carrying the Motaba Virus. It is
           a small black and white monkey and
           it was brought to Northern
           California or Oregon within the
           last two weeks. If you have any
           information about this monkey,
           please call this number at the
           C.D.C. in Atlanta.

He holds up a crude sign with the numbers
"1-800-888-0000."
                         GILLESPIE
           Many people are going to die.
           This is their only chance.
           Please... Help us...
Gillespie bolts up.   He and Salt run out of the newsroom.
FADE UP POLICE SIRENS and --
                                            CUT TO:

EXT. STATION - HALF-A-DOZEN POLICE CARS
pull up to the station, but --
The Black Hawk is half a mile away, running full-
throttle.
The OFFICER in the lead car grabs his radio.
                         OFFICER
                  (into radio)
           Suspects heading northwest...
                                            CUT TO:

INT. COMMAND CENTER - FORD'S OFFICE
Ford and McClintock watch Bernard Shaw on CNN. Behind
them we see the computerized map of the quarantine area.
The red perimeter is within one mile of the Columbia
River.  The clock reads: 17:12.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        119.
CONTINUED:
                        BERNARD SHAW (V.O.)
                 (on T.V)
          Colonel Gillespie's action --
          commandeering this news room at a
          California television station in
          order to get his message out --
          raises troubling questions about
          what is really going on inside the
          quarantine area.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Great, now we've got the whole
          fucking world watching. You
          should've locked him up when we
          got here. People'll be calling
          Washington... The President won't
          be able to make up his mind, and
          the whole fucking planet will go.
Outside, it's starting to SPRINKLE.
                                              CUT TO:

PRE-SCHOOL CLASSROOM (MOLALLA, OREGON)
Empty except for Mrs. Jeffries who's cleaning up. A pile
of paintings. One is of an enormous black and white
monkey towering menacingly over a little stick figure.
Mrs. Jeffries smiles.

INT. PRE-SCHOOL OFFICE (17:45)
Other staff idly watching the NEWS.   Mrs. Jeffries enters
and grabs a cup of coffee.

On TV, we see the face of Mike Gillespie, and we hear
the tail end of his plea:
                        GILLESPIE (V.O.)
                 (on T.V.)
          If you have any information about
          this monkey, please call...
HOLD ON Mrs. Jeffries' face.
                                              SMASH CUT TO:

BLACK HAWK (POURING RAIN) (18:50)
flying low over the redwoods of Northern California.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                         120.
CONTINUED:
Gillespie clicks off the phone.   Salt is dumbfounded:
                        SALT
          I'm gonna fly into the heaviest
          radar surveillance on Earth on
          account of something that might
          have been seen by a toddler?
                        GILLESPIE
          We know that Jimbo Scott took an
          animal up to Bonneville to sell.
          This place, Molalla, would be
          right on the way to the airport.
Gillespie studies the map.

                        GILLESPIE
          To get back up there we're gonna
          haveta fly through everything the
          Air Force has got. Are you
          feelin' lucky, Captain?
                        SALT
          Luck ain't gonna be enough.
Salt pushes the wheel down, until the Black Hawk is just
a few feet above the tall redwood trees. He veers to
avoid --
A particularly tall redwood -- and misses it by inches,
whacking off a few of its upper branches with the rotor
blades.
                        SALT
          'Course -- a little luck won't
          hurt us any.

He and Gillespie exchange a tense, worried glance.      That
was close.
As the chopper skims low over the redwoods --
                                              CUT TO:

AWACS PLANE (AT 10,000 FEET)
cruising high above the clouds which now blanket the
terrain below.

INT. AWACS PLANE
Inside, the RADAR OPERATORS scan.   They're pissed.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        121.
CONTINUED:
                        RADAR OPERATOR
          Where the hell did it go?
                                              CUT TO:

BLACK HAWK (DIRECTLY BELOW ON INTERSTATE 5)
flies just thirty feet above the freeway, at the same
speed as the traffic. The Black Hawk's RADAR DETECTOR
SQUAWKS each time the AWACS radar scans it, every two
seconds.

INSIDE BLACK HAWK

Salt flies anxiously. One moment of inattention could
bring the Black Hawk down on top of one of the cars on
the freeway.
                        SALT
          It moves like a truck, it reflects
          radar like a truck, but guess what?
          It ain't a truck.

ON INTERSTATE BELOW BLACK HAWK
An IRATE DRIVER is watching Salt and yelling into his
cellular phone:
                        IRATE DRIVER
          That's right, Sheriff -- flying
          too Goddamn low --


INT. COMMAND CENTER (19:05)
Ford hangs up the phone.
                           FORD
          We got him!
McClintock smiles, grabs his flight helmet and races --

EXT. COMMAND CENTER
His squadron of Apaches takes off.   A FAX MACHINE WHINES
O.S.

INT. COMMAND CENTER
Ford scans the fax.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        122.
CONTINUED:
The other officers in the room grow silent as they see
his face grow grim and serious.
                        FORD
          Gentlemen, I have in my hand the
          final authorization to proceed,
          signed by the President. I know
          that each of us has doubts about
          what we are about to do. It is
          only human to have doubts when you
          are commanded to take the lives of
          other human beings. Remember your
          wives, remember your children...
          they will all get the disease and
          die if we let fear govern our
          hearts. We are doing what is
          right, and what the nation
          requires of us.
PAN ACROSS the grim faces.
                        FORD
          I expect each man to do his duty.
          I know you won't fail.
                                              CUT TO:

BLACK HAWK (19:20)
Gillespie standing beside the open door aiming an
infrared heat-sensing device down at the forest which is
so thick with trees you can only rarely catch glimpses of
the forest floor.


ON COMPUTER MONITOR
Swirls of colors -- like gases moving on the surface of
the sun -- diffuse across the screen. Gradually, we see
that one bright red band is moving faster than the
others.
                        SALT (O.S.)
          The monkey!
                        GILLESPIE (O.S.)
          No, it's moving too fast.

FOREST BELOW
A deer scurries across a clearing.

                                                        123.
ANOTHER ANGLE
DISCOVER Betsy: Only a few hundred feet away from the
deer. Afraid of man and his loud machines, she runs
deeper into the forest, hiding herself under the branches
of trees.

GILLESPIE
picks up another swirl of red on the infra-red sensing
device. He points to it.
                         GILLESPIE
            Circle in.


ANOTHER ANGLE
OPEN WIDE to show the chopper moving in a tight circle.

BETSY
hearing the ROAR of the CHOPPER LOUDER AND LOUDER,
scurries up a tree and tries to hide.

GILLESPIE
stares at the monitor. A faint red band appears in the
corner of the screen, then disappears.
                         GILLESPIE
            Starboard!
The chopper veers to the right and the red band glows
brighter and brighter.

                         GILLESPIE
            Lock!
The chopper hovers, then starts to descend straight down.
Gillespie looks through binoculars at:

GILLESPIE'S POV
Nothing but trees... trees... more trees... Stop!    A patch
of black and white. A pair of frightened eyes.
Betsy hisses at the terrifying monster.

                                                             124.
BACK TO SCENE
                          SALT
            Drive her down! She falls from
            that height, she'll bleed out.
Gillespie    jams cartridges containing turquoise liquid
into the    M-16. He FIRES. The bullets land above Betsy.
She jumps    onto a lower branch. The bullets keep coming.
She jumps    onto:

ON GROUND
Gillespie FIRES. Misses.     The blue liquid splatters
against a tree trunk.


BETSY
caught in the open, darts toward a thick patch of trees --
safety. She's only a step away.

GILLESPIE
FIRES again.

ANGLE ON BETSY - SLOW MOTION SHOT
Betsy's hit. She     spins, grabbing her arm in pain, then
gets up. Tries to     make it to the next tree. Goes down
on one knee. Then     the other. She reaches out. Cries
for freedom. Then     collapses.
As Gillespie lowers himself out the door --

                                                   CUT TO:

HORIZON
The Apaches approaching fast.

INT. CHOPPER
Gillespie stows Betsy in the back.      Salt sees the
glistening lights of the Apaches.
                           GILLESPIE
            Up!   Fast!
Salt yanks the wheel back.    The Black Hawk starts
climbing.
The Apaches quickly surround it.       INTERCUT:

                                                     125.
COMMAND CENTER - LEAD APACHE
on a radar screen, Ford can see Gillespie's chopper and the
Apaches. He and Gillespie and McClintock converse through
their radios:
                        FORD
          Give me the monkey, Mike.
The Black Hawk climbs higher and higher, through the thick
layer of clouds, now absolutely black in the darkness of
the night.
                        GILLESPIE
          If the antibodies work, we'd have
          a way to stop the epidemic by
          medical means --

                         FORD
          -- We have no way to produce them
          in quantity --
                        GILLESPIE
          -- Dr. Iwabi --
                        FORD
          There's no time for that now.
In the lead Apache, snipers lean out the window.   Their
telescopic sights lock on Gillespie and Salt.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Give me an order to fire, sir.   We
          don't need the monkey.
                        GILLESPIE
          You do. Because if you fail to
          contain the virus, you're going
          to be racing to synthesize an
          antiserum. How long did it take
          you to do the last one? A year?
          Two years? Five?
Ford's torn.
                        GILLESPIE
          If the monkey's antibody is
          effective, you could use it as
          a template. Maybe you could
          save Europe.
Ford hesitates.
                           McCLINTOCK
          Sir, let me --
The Black Hawk blasts through the cloud cover and emerges:

                                                        126.
ABOVE CLOUDS - NIGHT
A full moon illuminates the Black Hawk.
The Apaches burst through the clouds, too.

INT. BLACK HAWK
                        GILLESPIE
          Fire away! Nothing's going to
          survive the crash.

ANGLE ON FORD
a long beat.    Gillespie's got him.

                        FORD
          You've got until midnight, Mike.
                                              CUT TO:

FOREST SURROUNDING TOWN
The forest looks dark and   primeval in the damp night. The
sounds of BIRD CALLS and   CRICKETS CHIRPING can be heard in
the background. This is    what a biological meltdown looks
like -- nothing at all.    Then suddenly a deer drops to
its knees, stricken with   the Motaba Virus. It struggles
to rise, but fails. The    deer keels over, barely
breathing.
                                              CUT TO:

OUTSIDE QUARANTINE PERIMETER - STAGING AREA

Large canisters of deadly nerve gas are loaded onto
Chinook helicopters. The canisters are clearly marked
with the skull-and-crossbones for "poison" and big red
"CAUTION!" labels.
                                              CUT TO:

HOSPITAL HELIPORT - BLACK HAWK
settling down.
                                              CUT TO:

                                                        127.
HOSPITAL LAB
Tubes run from Betsy to a blood separator as Salt works
feverishly to separate the antibodies out. As the
centrifuge spins faster and faster --
                                              CUT TO:

HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - GILLESPIE
moving rapidly past the patients 'til he gets to:

IZZY'S ROOM
Gillespie's alarmed.   Izzy looks terrible, his voice a
whisper:
                        IZZY BERMAN
          Mike... I know you never liked
          my name.
                         GILLESPIE
          What?
                        IZZY BERMAN
          My nickname -- Izzy. You never
          really liked it.
                        GILLESPIE
          I like it all right.
                        IZZY
                 (smiles)
          It's okay, 'cause from now on you
          can call me Hurricane.

                        GILLESPIE
                 (smiles)
          I like it.
                        IZZY
          Good, 'cause I'm giving you a new
          name, too. Guess what it is?
Izzy's lips go dusky, his breathing only short gasps.
                         GILLESPIE
          Tell me.
                         IZZY
          Guess.
Gillespie's voice breaks:
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                         128.
CONTINUED:
                           GILLESPIE
          I can't.
Izzy's dead.   Tears stream down Gillespie's cheeks.
                                               CUT TO:

ROBBY'S ROOM
She's lying in a bed, her face flush with fever, her skin
covered with the rash. She's just barely conscious enough
to see him at the door, watching her.
                         ROBBY
          I'm scared.   So scared.
He comes toward her.
                           ROBBY
          No false hope.     No games.
                        GILLESPIE
          You can't give up.
                        ROBBY
          Just be with me.
He cups her hands in his gloved hand.
                           ROBBY
          How's Izzy?
                        GILLESPIE
          He's gonna be okay. You're both
          going to be okay.

Her eyes start to close.     Gillespie, horrified, shakes
her:
                           GILLESPIE
          Stay with me!     Fight!
She half opens her eyes, her voice a murmur.
                           ROBBY
          Hold... me.
He puts his arms around her.       Screams into helmet radio:
                        GILLESPIE
          Salt, where the hell are you?
          Salt, answer me!
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        129.
CONTINUED:
No response. A long beat. Then Gillespie... with more
tenderness than we've ever seen:
                        GILLESPIE
          Remember the first time we    made
          love? In  France. Behind     the
          haystack.  And we were so    worried
          that the little boy on the    bicycle
          might see us.
She smiles, remembering.
                        GILLESPIE
          I never felt anything except with
          you, Robby. I was so stupid to
          let it slip away.
She closes her eyes.   A cry of anguish:
                           GILLESPIE
          Salt!
Beat. Then Salt appears in the doorway holding a large
plastic bag of Betsy's antiserum.
Gillespie connects it to Robby's IV and the brown fluid
flows into Robby. Gillespie sits down beside her. A
long beat. Then he does:
Something crazy. He removes the glove from his biosafety
suit so that his own bare hand can touch Robby's skin.
He touches her face gently.
HOLD ON Gillespie, sitting beside his wife's bed, holding
her hand.


EXT. QUARANTINE PERIMETER - NIGHT
Massive Chinook HELICOPTERS RUMBLE over the staging area,
loaded down by the weight of the nerve gas they carry in
their bellies and the spray rigs which protrude on both
sides of the fuselage.
                                              CUT TO:

ROBBY'S ROOM
The wall clock declares 11:30.     Robby's still comatose.
                           GILLESPIE
          I was wrong.     The antiserum doesn't
          work.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                          130.
CONTINUED:
Salt shares his despair.
A long beat.     Gillespie hands Salt a paper.
                           GILLESPIE
             Take this. A signed declaration
             by me that at all times you were
             following my orders -- Now get
             out of here.
                              SALT
             -- No, sir.
Gillespie's moved:

                           GILLESPIE
             You'll be the only person left
             alive who knows the truth --
                              SALT
             -- But, sir --
                           GILLESPIE
             -- You will leave! You will not
             disobey an order.
                           SALT
                    (very emotionally)
             Yes, sir.

MONTAGE - EXT. COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT (23:45)
A)     In the pouring RAIN, Ford surveys the vast
       machine he's assembled:

B)     Soldiers in Chemwar gear pile boxes of body bags
       into trucks.
C)     Tractor drivers REV their ENGINES and THUNDER
       forward to the front line of Chinooks carrying
       the poison gas.
D)     Corpsmen check their watches and flash their
       signal lights.
E)     The CHINOOKS THUNDER into the air.

FORD
All the parts move with such precision he should be proud.
But he's deeply troubled. He moves:

                                                         131.
INT. COMMAND CENTER
BUZZING with activity. Dr. Frankle and McClintock stand
beside the computerized map of the quarantine area which
shows the red perimeter is within a half mile of the
Columbia River. The clock reads 23:47. The RADIO
CRACKLES with a Louisiana drawl from the Squadron
Commander of the nerve gas team; we'll know him as
Sandman One.
                        SANDMAN ONE (V.O.)
          General, we got a problem. It's
          rainin' pitchforks up heah. The
          damn rain will dilute it down,
          barely be strong enough to kill a
          cat.

Frankle's troubled too:
                          DR. FRANKLE
          He's right.
Ford agonizes.
                         FORD
          To implement the plan and to kill
          only a portion of the population...
          That would cause great harm and
          solve nothing.
                         McCLINTOCK
          Sir!! The nerve gas rapidly loses
          its potency after it's mixed. The
          choppers have got enough to make
          two runs. The virus is a quarter
          mile from the river. You've got
          to go forward.

Ford wavers.   He grabs the radio mike:
                        FORD
          Stand down!! Return your squadron
          to base and stand down until you
          receive further orders.
                          SANDMAN ONE (V.O.)
          Acknowledge.    Return to base.
Ford moves into:

HIS PRIVATE OFFICE
a highly secure area, sound-proofed for top-secret commu-
nications. McClintock follows him in and slams the door
shut. They're completely alone.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                        132.
CONTINUED:
                        McCLINTOCK
          How are you going to stop the
          virus from reaching the river?
                        FORD
          Napalm everything from the town
          outward.
                        McCLINTOCK
          In the rain, the napalm will burn
          unevenly.
                        FORD
          I'll take that chance.

                        McCLINTOCK
          The virus will escape and we'll
          have to use nuclear weapons to
          sterlize the area.
                        FORD
          I gave you my orders.
Beat.   Then quietly:
                        McCLINTOCK
          Let's say the antiserum did work,
          General. You'd bus out the people,
          move 'em somewhere, and treat 'em.
          And with luck some of them would
          live. But it's not going to work
          and in the meantime you don't
          understand what you've done.
                        FORD
          I understand perfectly.

                        McCLINTOCK
          No, you don't. We can't fool the
          media forever. They'll ask
          questions... there'll be
          inquiries... What we did was
          important. What we did was right,
          sir.
A long beat.   Ford knows he's ruined either way he turns.
McClintock's despair is deep and profound.
Ford feels sorry for him, but:
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      133.
CONTINUED:
                        FORD
          I'm sorry, but my decision stands.
          If there is any hope of avoiding
          this horrible contingency, I've
          got to...
McClintock has slowly drawn his belt out of his trousers.
He quickly throws it around Ford's neck, crosses it, and
pulls violently on the two ends. Ford kicks and
struggles, but he's no match for McClintock's strength.
                        McCLINTOCK
          I am relieving you of command on
          the basis of cowardice in the face
          of a national emergency.

Ford's dead. McClintock lays him out on the floor.    Opens
the door and screams into the main room.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Help!
He starts doing CPR as aides rush in.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Call the medics quickly. The
          General's had a heart attack.
One aide grabs the phone and calls the medics. Two more
take over CPR. McClintock straightens his shirt and moves
back into:

INT. MAIN ROOM
                        McCLINTOCK
          I am assuming command under the
          authority of the Secretary of
          Defense.
PAN AROUND the room: Faces of uncertainty and fear.
McClintock grabs the radio mike:
                        McCLINTOCK
          Sandman One, this is General
          McClintock. You are to proceed
          with nerve gas dispersal. You
          will make two runs.

INT. LEAD CHOPPER - ON SANDMAN ONE
He shares a look of concern with his co-pilot.

                                                          134.
BACK TO COMMAND CENTER
A long beat.   Then:
                          SANDMAN ONE (V.O.)
          Yes, sir.
                                               CUT TO:

EXT. COMMAND CENTER
Salt drives up in a Jeep. Immediately he's surrounded by
MP's, and taken into custody.
                                               SMASH CUT TO:


INT. ROBBY'S ROOM
Gillespie stares out the window at the rain. Just visible
in the distance: The blue and red lights of the
approaching Chinooks.
He moves back toward Robby, still comatose.     The bag of
Betsy's antiserum is empty.
He reaches for Robby's hand.    Her finger twitches.     Beat.
Her eyes open.
                                               CUT TO:

NURSING STATION
Gillespie grabs one phone. The line's dead. He grabs
another. Dead. He throws it aside. Races to the window.
The choppers' lights burn brighter.

                          GILLESPIE
          Stop!
But nobody's listening.   He runs down the hall screaming.
                                               CUT TO:

INT. COMMAND CENTER
                        SANDMAN ONE (V.O.)
          General McClintock, we are ready
          to commence phase one.
                          McCLINTOCK
          Proceed.

                                                        135.
CLOSE ON YOUNG MAJOR
agonizing.   He leaves his post.
                        YOUNG MAJOR
          Sir, General Ford ordered --
                        McCLINTOCK
          Sit down, Major, or I will have
          you arrested.
The Young Major hesitates.   McClintock draws his pistol.
Salt enters, escorted by two MP's. The MP's survey the
situation, with the General facing off against a young
Major. What the hell is going on?


EXT. HOSPITAL HELIPORT - GILLESPIE
races for the Black Hawk. Throws the door open and grabs
the RADIO. A beat, then it FLICKERS to life.
                                              CUT BACK TO:

INT. COMMAND CENTER
Gillespie's voice rings out over the radio:
                         GILLESPIE (V.O.)
          Stop!   The antiserum works.
                          McCLINTOCK
          Turn it off!
The radioman hesitates.

INTERCUT Sandman One in his chopper.
                        GILLESPIE (V.O.)
          This is Colonel Gillespie. And I'm
          ordering you... begging you... to
          stop. We can save these people.
McClintock punches off the radio.

ON FACES OF OFFICERS
in the room, wavering.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                          136.
CONTINUED:
                        SALT
          You do this, every night for the
          rest of your life you will wake
          up screaming.
INTERCUT Sandman One.   A long beat.
                        SANDMAN ONE
          This is Sandman One... we are
          returning to base.
                        McCLINTOCK
                 (into radio)
          You will be shot for dereliction
          of duty in a national crisis. Do
          you understand?
Sandman One doesn't answer.     McClintock turns to the
Young Major.
                        McCLINTOCK
          Order him to proceed.
The Young Major hesitates. McClintock points the gun at
his head. The Young Major trembles, but shakes his head
"no."
                         SALT
          No!
McClintock turns the gun to Salt.
                        YOUNG MAJOR
          No, sir... Please.
                        McCLINTOCK
          I cannot allow a catastrophe to
          occur --
He puts the PISTOL into his own mouth and PULLS the
TRIGGER.
Dead silence.   Then:
                          SALT
                 (to the Young Major)
          As the ranking officer, you are
          in command...
                 (punching on the
                   radio)
          Until --

                                                          137.
AT BLACK HAWK
Gillespie has heard this entire action on the radio.
                          SALT (V.O.)
            Colonel Gillespie gets here.
Gillespie pulls his coat up over his head to shield
himself from the driving RAIN and begins to run toward
the quarantine perimeter.
                                           DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BONNEVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL - NIGHT (03:00)
The rain has stopped, as if for a brief    moment man's
battle with nature has been suspended.     Buses loaded
with the townspeople of Bonneville pass    by. We
recognize the Police Chief, Tommy Hulls'    wife and
children, Sherry Templeton's kids. All     the windows
and doors of the buses have been sealed    with tape.
TRACK PAST Betsy being loaded into the back of a van TO:

GILLESPIE
pushing Robby on her gurney into an Army truck. He
seals the back tight with tape. Then climbs inside:

CAB
Salt turns the key and the ENGINE ROARS to life.
                                              CUT TO:


EXT. COLUMBIA RIVER - NIGHT (03:10)
Eerie silence. A PLANE CRUISES over the forest on the
Bonneville side. A waxy grey cloud fills the air. One
second. Two seconds. The forest erupts in a wall of
fire.
                                              CUT BACK TO:

CONVOY OF TRUCKS AND BUSES
heading out of town.    The fire burns in the b.g.
As the end of the convoy leaves the town, PLANES ROAR by.
As they drop a waxy grey cloud over the town of
Bonneville --
                                              DISSOLVE TO:

                                                        138.
EXT. DESERT - DAY
A C-5A transport gliding to a landing on a runway carved
out of the desert.
Waiting anxiously for the plane to disembark:
Wally, Mike, and Robby, in a wheelchair. They move
forward to greet the small African man who emerges from
the plane. Dr. Iwabi smiles and quickens his pace.
The cargo hold doors open to reveal cage after cage of
Colobos monkeys.
                                           SHOCK CUT TO:

BLACK SCREEN

COMPUTER KEYS POUND; the letters leap ACROSS the SCREEN:
November 21 -- the CDC announced that no evidence of
aquatic spread of the Motaba Virus had ever been obtained,
and that its intensive monitoring of the Columbia River
would be scaled back.
March 14 -- researchers at the University of San
Francisco announced the production of the first synthetic
antibodies effective against the mutated Motaba Bonneville
strain. Mass production of the antibodies began four
weeks later at the CDC and at the Military Disease
Institute.
May 12 -- Dr. Roberta Keough and General Michael Gillespie
were married for the second time.
ROLL CREDITS and --
                                           SHOCK CUT TO:


EXT. DUGWAY (UTAH) - DUSK
A gila monster hunts for prey, its eye darting back and
forth, its tongue twitching hungrily. It moves past:
The barbed-wire fence emblazoned with the sign warning:
"U.S. MILITARY PROPERTY: TRESPASSING STRICTLY
PROHIBITED."
Behind the fence the duplexes are dark and abandoned.
The gila monster catches a fly and disappears into the
night.
                                           FADE OUT.
                        THE END

TitleOutbreak (1993)
TypeText
Size219.041 kB
Date Added2008-09-10
Views3076
CategoryMovie Scripts
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