04x12 - X-Virus

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If this bug gets out of control, it'll make AIDS and Cancer look like the common cold.

I want my money now! I want my money now! You hear me? We introduce the disease.

Concentrated death.

Rats.

Come on, you little buggers, chew! No! (PEBBLE RATTLING)

Who's there? Show yourself! You.

You were supposed to phone me.

You lied to me.

You said you wanted another chance.

A chance to help mankind.

You will do the honorable thing.

You will stop this madness.

I've finished with you, old man, (SNIFFS)

And your money.

LOCKE: Okay, Mr.

Maverick.

Let's drive.

I've programmed the computer for hands

-free helmet control.

Not my style.

Don't you trust technology? Let go of the stick.

All right.

All right.

Look boss, no hands.

And look left.

Good.

Let's try it to the right.

God, this is making me sick.

You know what you're doing, You and your transistor

-happy friends? Sure.

We're reducing the margin of human error for top g*ns like you.

Now what? Hammerhead stall.

Look up slowly, and we'll let it roll on the Z axis.

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

Beautiful.

Now the fun stuff.

I'm picking up our remote controlled drones on the scope now.

LOCKE: First the boat.

Remember, use your monotone voice commands like we practiced this morning.

Got it.

Computer connect.

Cannons.

Mark target.

Longitude west 125 degrees.

Fire cannon.

Bullseye! As easy as sitting duck.

I could blow it away with my eyes closed.

Okay.

Here comes our flying drone.

Use the laser.

MIKE: Here goes nothing.

Let's fry us a wing.

Do it! MIKE: Computer connect.

Lasers, mark.

Target vector 3.

5.

Fire laser.

Direct hit.

Give that man a cigar.

Uh

-uh.

What? It was two inches off target.

Marginal.

Now you're nitpicking.

If you've finished gloating, can I have my controls back, please? I'll take my fingertips over your computer chips.

Be my guest.

Perfection, pure perfection.

You know, I don't care how sophisticated computers get, It'll never replace gut instinct, or gut reflexes.

That may be, but one of these days, the switch over to computer control just may save your butt.

My butt? I hate backseat drivers.

Put the coffee on, Jo.

I've had enough of this for one day.

Yes, sir.

Anything else? Pipe, slippers, your evening paper perhaps? MIKE: Hey, what is this, pick on Mike week? Do me one favor, will you? Tell Saint John that it's his turn not to fly this thing next time.

Yeah, well, I'll tell him when he gets back.

He's still sweating it out with Tim.

(SCOFFS)

Typical.

I do all the work and he gets the R & R.

JO: Yeah, well that's how it goes.

Yeah, I guess so.

Some more hills around here than usual.

All going up.

Well, at least the weather is cooperating.

Not like that time in Bangkok.

Thirty days.

And 30 nights.

Of nonstop rain.

(SCOFFS)

Man, that was wet.

Yeah, you danced through the officers' club like Gene Kelly in Singin' in the Rain.

(LAUGHS)

Of course, all you had on was an umbrella.

Hey, that was you, not me.

Your mind's a little faulty.

No, I think you better get a second opinion on that, Doctor.

(BEEPER BEEPING)

Duty calls.

Okay.

Okay.

What's the fuss? WOMAN: Dr.

Shimizu, it's your father.

There's been an accident.

Gonna be all right, Tim? Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I don't care what they say.

My father's death was no accident.

What do you mean? It just doesn't make sense.

Too many things just don't add up.

You mean the booze? For starters.

My father had the odd drink, sure.

But I never saw him falling down drunk in my life.

When was the last time you talked to him? It was a while ago, I guess.

He and I didn't exactly see eye to eye.

You mean 'cause you disagreed on Vietnam.

Yeah, that and everything else.

He was a very traditional man.

He sat on this mat and prayed every night.

He would never disgrace himself with drink and then sit on his mat and pray.

It's not my father.

So maybe he had a drink after he prayed.

They did find a bottle out in the pond.

Yeah, but why take the bottle outside? Well, maybe he heard something out in the garden while he was pouring it.

Exactly.

Something or someone.

Look, Tim, the police have been all over this place.

If there was something to be found, don't you think they would have turned it up? I don't know.

I just don't know.

But I do know my father did not die drunk, face

-down in a pond.

Come on, I got a friend over at the Coroner's Office.

I'm gonna do those blood tests myself.

Look, Tim, don't you think we ought to let the police handle this? Saint John.

I gotta know how my father d*ed.

Locke, I'm at Tim's lab.

I'll be here a while.

As long as he needs me.

I understand.

We'll cover for you.

And, Saint John.

Give Tim our respects.

They know what happened yet? They're still trying to work it out.

Wasn't Tim a medic in the army? Yeah.

He pulled Saint John out of a bout of malaria when everybody else wanted to leave him for dead.

Ties like that run deep.

My god.

Look at this.

What the hell is it? The virus that k*lled my father.

Virus? I've never seen anything like it.

Must have invaded every cell in his blood system.

The white count's almost nil.

But without white blood cells He'd have no immunity at all.

An instantaneous breakdown of the body's defense system, then att*cks on the central nervous system.

My God.

That house has to be sealed off.

Everything my father touched could spread the infection.

If this bug gets out of control, it'll make AIDS and Cancer look like the common cold.

Whoa! Hold it.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

No trace of the virus.

It's clean.

I'll let the guys in forensics know they can get started.

I know this is hard on you Tim, but did the Coroner give you any clue at all? No, just that they found a puncture in his throat.

The virus would have to be injected to work that fast.

At least he felt no pain.

(SIGHS)

Why don't you let the cops handle this, Tim? You can't do it all.

Who'd want to k*ll him? He never harmed anyone in his life.

He couldn't.

Even when they put him in that internment camp back in the '40s.

He never became bitter or angry.

I couldn't understand it, but that was his way.

He was a good man.

That was the day he took over the plant.

He was so proud.

Bar

-Med was about to go bankrupt from some scandal, but he put them back on track.

He wanted me to work with him.

But when I got back from the w*r Well, you know the rest of the story.

What's this all about? TIM: "Former head of Bar

-Med.

" My father never said anything about this.

He took over from someone who committed su1c1de.

This guy Saunders.

Never heard of him.

Maybe somebody at Bar

-Med has.

HARPER: Yes, it was a real tragedy.

Saunders was one of those rare individuals you only meet once in a lifetime.

You sure you wouldn't have one? No.

Thanks.

A real genius with a passionate concern for his fellow human beings.

Where does Tim's father fit into all this? Oh, he was a silent partner at first.

So when the company went belly up, he took over? Oh, no.

Goodness, no.

When Saunders' wonder drug backfired, why we had to Bad side effects? Side effects? Well Yes, I suppose you could call a complete breakdown of brainwave activity as a side effect.

You mean it was destroying people's minds? Animals.

He was prevented from using it on humans.

It was supposed to cure all the ills of man.

Instead it reduced 53 test subjects to cabbages.

The government stepped in and took away his license, but that didn't stop him.

His wife was terminally ill, and he was convinced that he could cure it.

But it didn't work out.

And that's when he k*lled himself.

Wouldn't you? And Shimizu had nothing to do with this drug? Oh, no.

He just stepped in to re

-organize the company.

I mean But that's history now.

I just can't understand how this could be any connection between the drug scandal and Shimizu's death.

Well, that's another loose end tied up.

Thank you for your time, Doctor.

Oh, well, I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hello, Saunders? It's falling apart.

I want my money now! I want my money now! You hear me? I got your message.

What's up? It's even worse than I'd imagined.

It's not organic at all.

It's a product of some very sophisticated genetic engineering.

You mean this thing is manmade? Who'd be that crazy? That's the scary part.

Whoever developed something this dangerous would have to be as mad as he is brilliant.

But why create something so deadly? What, germ warfare? Who knows? But we're gonna have to trace this thing back to its Tim! Somebody get an emergency team in here right away! So what's the word on Tim? Well, they've got him stabilized for now.

He's quarantined in a ward with a team from the Coroner's Department.

He and anybody else who came in contact with this virus.

Sounds as if you're lucky to me, buddy.

LOCKE: Yeah.

What do you got? Well, I figured whoever developed something that heavy duty had to have a lot of money to do it.

So I ran a check on Bar

-Med's finances.

LOCKE: And? And it looks like they spent over $2 million in development funds over the last two years.

I'd say that was unusual.

Especially for a company that was almost out of business a couple of years ago.

So what's the money source? There's one place to look.

Bar

-Med.

Do we go in? Yeah.

From what I can see, they aren't equipped to handle that kind of high

-tech work.

If they built this bug, they got $2 million worth of hardware stashed someplace.

Mike and I will fly backup.

On one condition.

LOCKE: What's that? No more of that remote control stuff.

Okay.

Take it easy, guys.

All right, Harper's office is the last one on the right.

Got it.

Cover me till I get inside.

Okay.

Good luck.

He's inside the grounds.

LOCKE: Right.

Locking into whisper mode.

We'll maintain an infrared scan on the warehouse in the back in case he's got company.

Oh, looks pretty quiet so far except for that one guard.

Keep in touch.

Right.

I'm going into the offices.

Guys, looks like we're not the only ones looking for answers.

Somebody got here first.

Better clear out of there, Jo.

In a minute.

(GASPS)

LOCKE: What is it? Jo? Come in.

Jo? You were getting too close, Mr.

Hawke, much too close.

Take the body out to the warehouse, then gather up Harper.

(GRUNTING)

Doctor, he's alive.

Impossible.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

I thought you were dead.

And you soon will be, Mr.

Hawke.

How do you Know who you are? Dr.

Harper was kind enough to inform me of your visit this afternoon.

But he forgot to tell me that he'd sold you the X

-Vaccine.

The what? Take him below.

Let's go.

There's a light on in the greenhouse.

And some people inside.

I don't know how many.

Hang on.

I'm running a scan.

(SCOPE BEEPING)

Three of them.

Do you copy, Saint John? Saint John? Where the hell is he, Jo? I don't know.

I'm gonna check it out.

Hey! They just disappeared.

What are you talking about? They're gone.

I've lost the reading.

Watch yourself, Jo.

Things are getting weird.

JO: You're not kidding.

There's only one way out of here.

I expect this is what you're looking for, Mr.

Hawke.

Impressive, wouldn't you say? Especially when you consider it's being run by a dead man.

To paraphrase Mr.

Twain, the rumors of my su1c1de were greatly exaggerated, by me, I'm afraid.

Too bad.

Oh, it was nothing, really.

A flaming car off the Coast Highway.

The body washed out to sea.

Much to the chagrin of my tormentors, I'm sure.

They all said it wasn't ready.

Hmm.

They didn't believe me, did they, Price? They will now, Dr.

Saunders.

Won't do you any good, Saunders.

That's where you're wrong, Mr.

Hawke.

You see, everyone's looking for a miracle drug.

I happen to have one.

Only first, we introduce the disease.

We call it Virus X.

X for the unknown.

But we know what it is, don't we, Price? Concentrated death.

Courtesy of a rather virulent strain of malaria, plus a considerable amount of genetic tinkering on my part.

There's enough in this vial to wipe out an entire city.

Of course, that would take a day or two.

It's so much more effective when it's delivered directly into the bloodstream.

Like you k*lled Shimizu? He was a part of this, wasn't he? Very good, Mr.

Hawke.

I was beginning to think you survived the virus by your sheer tenacity.

Shimizu.

The old fool.

He was an idealist.

He wanted to take the serum to the government for tests.

It's my creation.

I'll prove my genius to the world in my own way.

I found Saint John's radio.

And there's a dart like the one that k*lled Harper.

Don't touch it.

It means Saint John's It doesn't mean anything.

This is not time to panic.

Just keep looking.

We're continuing our scan.

I want a full blood series.

If he hasn't been vaccinated, prepare a stronger concentration of the virus for injection.

We'll see just how immune you are.

And then what? You thaw out your instant plague and k*ll thousands of people? For what? Don't be naive, Hawke.

I'll be able to ask for anything I want once they discover I have the only cure.

And finally, they will recognize me.

Mary believed in me.

She knew.

But they wouldn't let me help her in time.

They couldn't look beyond their own petty virtues to see that my cure could have worked.

So they crucified me.

Well, now it's their turn.

You can't hold the world hostage, Saunders.

This time, I've not only created the cure, but the sickness as well.

And I'm going to make them pay for it.

(GRUNTS)

No! I need him alive.

It's gonna be daylight soon, where the hell is he? (SCOPE BEEPING)

I'm picking up a pattern of high lead content under the greenhouse.

Yeah? Think it could be the structural footings? LOCKE: Not outside the walls, it isn't.

Jo, they must have gone underneath someplace.

Check the floor.

It's an underground lab? LOCKE: I can't get an infrared fix on any people down there.

It must be constructed of some kind of shielding material.

(WHIRRING)

I think I found it.

I'm going down.

Hey, Jo, wait for some backup.

Jo? Damn! (SIGHS)

(DOOR KNOB RATTLING)

Come on! (GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

PRICE: We're ready now, Doctor.

I'm not going anywhere until I have the results.

Well? He has a natural immunity.

What? He has a huge buildup of antibodies.

He must have had an extreme case of malaria at one time.

SAUNDERS: So that's what it is.

I hadn't counted on that.

You're a lucky man, Mr.

Hawke.

Rats.

Why does it have to be rats? Get those out to the warehouse.

We've wasted enough time.

Looking for something? Still nothing.

Damn! Saint John? Jo? Hey, would one of you guys answer me? Come on, you little buggers, chew! I won't call you "you dirty rats" anymore.

That's it boys, keep it up.

Got a nice hunk of cheese for you in my pocket for you, I promise.

Let go of me! Jo! I came to rescue you.

You're doing a great job so far.

Come here.

Was getting caught part of your plan? (SHRIEKING)

Rats! SAINT JOHN: Oh, no, no.

Those are just my buddies.

Yeah, and they're probably all infected.

Yeah, some of them are dead already.

JO: Wonderful.

Now what? What about Hawke and the girl? We don't need them anymore.

We might as well see if he and his pretty friend have built up an immunity to b*ll*ts as well.

(JO SCREAMS)

Look out! Stop them! Stop them! Catch them! Look, we better burn this place out.

Extreme heat is the only thing that'll k*ll the virus.

What about the vaccine? The antidote.

Here.

How much? I don't know.

Sorry about this, Jo.

It's the only chance you've got.

LOCKE: Wait a minute.

Heat reading coming from the greenhouse.

It's a fire.

SAINT JOHN: Stop Saunders, he's got the virus.

(ALL COUGHING)

He's making a run for it.

MIKE: Not if I can help it.

Jo's been hit.

But she's coming around.

You okay? Yeah.

All right, everybody's up.

Blow this rat hole.

Fire will k*ll the bug.

Okay, whatever you say, buddy.

That ought to do it, guys.

Now go after Saunders.

He's got the last of the virus.

I got a fix on him.

He's heading for the middle of the city.

Damn, this one's gonna be tricky.

LOCKE: He stopped.

Somewhere near the waterfront.

Keep an eye peeled.

Just great.

Come on, get back.

Get back, all of you! Come on, out of the way.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor to present to you the X

-Virus! As it warms up, it will embrace you, each and every one of you, in a grip of death! LOCKE: Got him.

Can't risk coming too close.

If we panic him, he'll throw the damn thing.

Then we'll nail him from here.

Can't just use that 40mm cannon in the middle of the city.

You got a point there.

MIKE: Is he talking? See if you can get a fix on him.

You're too late, gentlemen.

The guy's a nut cake.

And dangerous.

If we sh**t him, he'll drop it.

Then we'll sh**t it.

In 10 seconds, the virus will thaw The laser.

and there's nothing you can do about it! I'm switching to a*t*matic.

The computer will do it.

I'll give co

-ordinates.

Ten! Nine! LOCKE: Computer connect.

We've only got one sh*t at this.

Are you sure? I'm sure.

Six! Lasers, mark target.

Four! What the hell? Mike, what are you doing? Two! Trust me.

One! Sorry, Locke.

I guess I put more faith in hardware than software.

I guess the force was with you, Mike.

Well, looks like Bar

-Med's gone out of business for good this time.

Can't believe my father was suckered in like that.

It wasn't just him, they all were.

Saunders was a powerful man.

Powerful? He was a maniac.

The irony is that vaccine he developed to counteract the virus, it's testing out as a powerful treatment against malaria.

If only he'd concentrated on the cure instead of the disease.

(POOL BALLS CLATTER)

(EXCLAIMS)

Oh, God! Oh, now, come on, big guy.

Get it together.

Get back in there.

Well, somebody's gotta teach you a lesson in humility.

Yeah okay, teach.

sh**t.

Number five.

MIKE: This one? The orange number five? Yeah.

Yeah, and somebody's gotta teach you how to sh**t pool.

You sure you don't want to, uh, go to computer assist on this one, Mikey? No, I think I'll just use the same skill and concentration I used f*ring that laser.

Thanks a lot, Saint John.

All right, now remember, be cool, stay loose, take your time.

Will you sh**t? Okay, number 11 in the left end.

Be careful.

(CHUCKLING)