EPISODE 10 ''SLEEPER''

THE SHOW OPENS. WE SEE SHARP, SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAIN PEAKS. SUPERIMPOSED IS OUR LOCATION, ""Alaskan Tundra--above the Arctic Circle"". A SMALL CEMETERY SITS AT THE BASE OF SOME RUGGED HILLS. THE GRAVE MARKERS ARE OLD, SITTING AT ODD ANGLES. MEN IN UNFLATTERING WHITE BIOHAZARD SUITS WALK SLOWLY DOWN THE ROWS, CARRYING SCANNING EQUIPMENT. SOME OF THE GRAVES ARE BEING DUG UP. BEHIND THE CEMETERY AN ENCAMPMENT IS SET UP, WHITE NYLON COVERING DOME-SHAPED TENTS. WE SEE DR. IAN COPELAND LOOKING AT THE SCAN RESULTS ON A COMPUTER SCREEN. HE WALKS OVER TO ANOTHER MAN WHO SPRAYS HIM DOWN, DISINFECTING HIM. COPELAND REMOVES HIS BIOSUIT HOOD.
CUT TO NIGHTTIME AT THE CAMP. FROM THE INSIDE OF ONE OF THE TENTS WE SEE ARMED GUARDS WALK PAST. COPELAND PEEKS THROUGH THE WINDOW, THEN ENTERS. WE SEE ED, UNCONSCIOUS AND LYING ON A COT, HANDCUFFED. COPELAND GIVES A SMUG SMILE AND WALKS OUT.

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AT THE BIO LAB. IN ATTWOOD''S OFFICE. SLOAN STANDS TALKING TO ATTWOOD, WHILE TOM WAITS IN THE BACKGROUND, PENSIVE. HE''S WEARING A GREY V-NECK T-SHIRT AND A BLACK, LONG-SLEEVE RIBBED SHIRT OVER TOP. HE LOOKS PRETTY SPIFFY.

Attwood: Sloan, take it easy, we''ll find him.
Sloan: (frantically) How? You've gotta pull out all the stops, Walter, you gotta bring in every agency--
Attwood: I''ve already spoken to every contact, I've alerted every government agency that can possibly help.
Sloan: (turning to Tom) What can we do? What about that kid Shane? He tipped us off that Copeland was behind those juice boxes, maybe he knows what else he''s been up to.
Tom: We can''t contact Shane, it''s too dangerous for him.
Sloan: It''s too dangerous for Ed not to. Do you know where Shane is?
Tom: (nodding) I can reach him.
Sloan: We have to talk to him, Tom.

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AT THE ALASKAN ENCAMPMENT. IN ED''S CONFINEMENT TENT. ED STILL LAYS ON THE COT, HANDCUFFED. HE WAKES AND LOOKS AROUND. HE''S VERY WOOZY, GROGGY. HE LOOKS DOWN AT THE HANDCUFFS QUIZZICALLY. COPELAND ENTERS WITH TWO OTHER MEN BEHIND HIM, GUARDS.

Copeland: Sleep well?
Ed: How long have I been out?
Copeland: Almost a day. Are you still bothered by my...betrayal? Don''t be so sentimental Ed. If you were me you''d be doing exactly the same thing.
Ed: (who probably really really has to pee...) Why have you brought me here?

COPELAND LOOKS BACK AT ONE OF THE GUARDS, WHO WALKS OVER AND PUTS A COAT AROUND ED''S SHOULDERS.

Copeland: Come with me.

CUT TO COPELAND, ED AND THE GUARDS ENTERING ANOTHER TENT. SNOW BLOWS IN BEHIND THEM FROM OUTSIDE.

Ed: Where are we?

ED LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM. IT IS FILLED WITH EQUIPMENT.

Ed: (amazed) My God.

PEOPLE BUSTLE ABOUT IN THE UNATTRACTIVE BIOHAZARD SUITS, DOING EXPERIMENTS, CHECKING EQUIPMENT.

Ed: Ian, what are you doing here?
Copeland: Something your scientists have only theorized about. And when you see what I''m about to pull off, you''ll have to join us.
Ed: You...you think that I would betray my friends? My own species?
Copeland: The scientist in you won''t be able to resist.

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AT SLOAN''S APARTMENT. SLOAN GOES TO THE DOOR AND PEERS THROUGH THE PEEPHOLE. SHE OPENS IT TO REVEAL TOM, WHO GUIDES SHANE INSIDE. (TOM LOOKS GOOOD!)

Sloan: Any trouble?
Tom: No, I don''t think we were spotted.
Sloan: Great.

THEY WALK INTO HER LIVING ROOM AREA. SHE TURNS TO SHANE.

Sloan: (to Shane) Thanks for coming.
Shane: Tom explained it was important. I just wanna help you guys any way I can.
Tom: We need to know more about the guy behind the juice boxes.

(NICE GREY PANTS TOM IS WEARING THERE. CHECK ''EM OUT WHEN HE PUTS HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS.)

Shane: Copeland, yeah. ''Cept I already told you everything I know about that.
Sloan: Do you know if Copeland was working on any other projects?
Shane: Not really. I mean, there were these rumors, you know?
Tom: About what?
Shane: Something bigger than the juice box thing. Something worse.
Tom: Can you remember anything at all about that?
Shane: I think it had something to do with Alaska.
Tom: Any idea what part?
Shane: Just that there was a secret project up there....I''m sorry.
Sloan: What kind of project?
Shane: I don''t know. But they used the word ''Holocaust''.

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AT THE ALASKAN ENCAMPMENT. A GUARD ENTERS ED''S TENT CARRYING A TRAY OF FOOD. HE LOOKS AROUND BUT DOESN''T SEE THE LANKY SCIENTIST, ONLY A HEAP OF BLANKETS ON THE FLOOR AT THE FOOT OF THE COT. THE GUARD SETS THE TRAY DOWN AND GRABS HIS GUN. HE MOVES CAUTIOUSLY OVER TO THE BLANKETS. ED JUMPS HIM FROM BEHIND, PINNING HIM TO THE FLOOR. ED WRESTLES THE GUN AWAY, SHOOTING THE GUARD IN THE PROCESS. ED LEAPS UP AND POSITIONS HIMSELF BESIDE THE DOORWAY. ANOTHER GUARD, HEARING THE SHOT, ENTERS, BUT DOESN''T SEE ED HIDDEN BEHIND THE DOOR. ED PISTOL-WHIPS THE SECOND GUARD AND THE MAN FALLS TO THE FLOOR WITH A GROAN, UNCONSCIOUS. ED GRABS THE COAT OFF THE SECOND GUARD, PUTS IT AROUND HIS SHOULDERS, AND SPRINTS FROM THE CAMP. HE''S COUGHING TERRIBLY THOUGH.

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A DIMLY LIT OFFICE AREA. ATTWOOD AND RAY WALK DOWN A HALLWAY.

Attwood: (to Ray) Copeland got out of his office in a hurry.

ATTWOOD STARTS CHECKING THE FILE CABINETS, WHICH ECHO HOLLOWLY.

Ray: Typical. We''re not gonna find anything.
Attwood: Don''t be so sure.

ATTWOOD STRIDES INTO ANOTHER OFFICE AND STARTS OPENING DESK DRAWERS. RAY PICKS UP THE PHONE.

Ray: Disconnected.

ATTWOOD SITS AT THE DESK BEFORE A COMPUTER. HE TURNS IT ON AND STARTS TYPING.

Ray: What''s that going to do?
Attwood: It''ll print out the originating numbers on the last twenty incoming faxes.

RAY BENDS OVER THE PRINTER AND RETRIEVES A PAPER. HE LOOKS AT IT.

Attwood: What''ve we got?
Ray: A list of phone numbers.
Attwood: Let me see.

RAY HANDS ATTWOOD THE READOUT.

Ray: Where is area code Nine-oh-seven?

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AT THE BIO LAB. ATTWOOD, TOM AND SLOAN ENTER THE OUTER DOORS TO THE BIO LAB.

Sloan: Alaska.
Attwood: We have Shane''s information plus the fact that five of Copeland''s recent faxes came from there.
Tom: Were you able to trace any of the numbers?
Attwood: Two of the faxes came from a car rental agency in Wainwright.
Tom: That''s on the North coast.

THE TRIO ENTER THE LAB.

Attwood: They confirm that Copeland picked up a vehicle there.
Sloan: Was Ed with them?
Attwood: Not that anyone saw.

THEY ENTER ATTWOOD''S OFFICE.

Sloan: What kind of project could Copeland be running above the Arctic circle?
Attwood: I don''t know. Plenty of oil wells up there, maybe sabotage.
Tom: Doesn''t sound like Copeland''s kind of mission.
Sloan: How quickly can you get us a plane?
Attwood: It''ll be ready in an hour. I''ll provide the necessary clothing and equipment. You can leave straight from here.
Sloan: Great.
Attwood: I''ll come up later. I want to see if I can find anything else out about Copeland''s expedition.

TOM AND SLOAN TURN TO LEAVE.

Attwood: Sloan.

SLOAN TURNS BACK. SHE SEES ATTWOOD HOLD OUT A CELL PHONE TO HER.

Sloan: Oh, I''ve already got a cell phone.
Attwood: Not like this, you don''t. Works anywhere. Keep it with you at all times.

SLOAN ACCEPTS THE PHONE AND SHE AND TOM EXIT.

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AT THE ALASKAN ENCAMPMENT. A PRETTY GOOD-LOOKING 1.6ER OPENS THE DOOR TO ED''S TENT. (THERE SEEM TO BE AN INORDINATE NUMBER OF ATTRACTIVE 1.6ERS, COPELAND NOT WITHSTANDING. HE''S NOT UGLY, JUST KINDA OLD. IS THIS A TRAIT OF THE SPECIES OR ARE THEY ALL ''CALIFORNIA 1.6ERS''? YOU KNOW, MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN THE REST OF THE COUNTRY. FOOD FOR THOUGHT...) ANYWAY, HANDSOME MAN LOOKS AROUND THE TENT, SEES THE OVERTURNED FOOD TRAY AND THE BODIES LAYING ON THE FLOOR. HE EXITS THE TENT AND SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT BEHIND HIM.

Handsome: Guards!

GUARDS COME RUNNING.

Handsome: He''s escaped. Track him down. Go! Go!

THE GUARDS RUSH OFF AND SO DOES HANDSOME.
CUT TO ED, STUMBLING HIS WAY THROUGH THE BRUSH. A HEAVY SNOW IS FALLING, AS IS ED. HE SLOWLY RISES, COUGHING, AND STUMBLES A FEW MORE FEET BEFORE COLLAPSING ON THE GROUND, UNCONSCIOUS.

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DAYTIME. ALASKA. AN OLD TRUCK SCREECHES TO A HALT IN FRONT OF ED''S UNCONSCIOUS FORM, LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. TWO GUYS JUMP OUT OF THE VEHICLE AND RUN OVER TO HIM. ONE MAN FEELS FOR A PULSE THEN THEY LIFT ED.

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ON AN AIRPLANE. SLOAN STARES OUT A WINDOW WITH A WORRIED EXPRESSION ON HER FACE. TOM BRUSHES A STRAND OF HAIR BEHIND HER EAR AND SHE TURNS TO LOOK AT HIM. HE''S SEATED NEXT TO HER, WEARING A CHARCOAL GREY TURTLENECK SWEATER. (GET USED TO IT, IT''S THE ONLY THING HE WEARS THIS EP.)

Tom: He''s alive. I know it.
Sloan: Even if he is, what have they done to him?
Tom: Don''t. He''ll be alright.

TOM SQUEEZES HER HAND.

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DAYTIME. ALASKA. AN SUV TRAVELS DOWN A RUGGED ROAD.
CUT TO THE INTERIOR. TOM IS DRIVING. SLOAN SITS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.

Tom: How much further?

SLOAN CONSULTS A PIECE OF PAPER.

Sloan: Should be just ahead.
Tom: Doesn''t make any sense. What would Copeland be doing out here?
Sloan: I don''t know. The car rental guy said a bush pilot spotted his SUV turning off this road just ahead. There, that must be it.

SLOAN POINTS.

Tom: Is there anything at the end of that?
Sloan: A cemetery.
Tom: We''d better leave the car here.

TOM PULLS OVER AND PARKS.

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TOM AND SLOAN CRAWL THROUGH SOME WAIST-HIGH BRUSH. SLOAN CLUTCHES A PAIR OF BINOCULARS. THEY STOP AND CROUCH IN THE BRUSH, LOOKING DOWN AT COPELAND''S ENCAMPMENT BELOW. MEN IN UNATTRACTIVE WHITE BIOHAZARD SUITS SCURRY ABOUT. SLOAN LOOKS THROUGH THE BINOCULARS.

Sloan: What in God''s name are they doing?

SHE HANDS THE BINOCULARS TO TOM.

Sloan: They''re wearing biohazard suits.
Tom: They seem to be working some excavation. Looks like ground imaging equipment.
Sloan: Any sign of Copeland?
Tom: It''s hard to tell.
Sloan: We''ve got to check out those tents.
Tom: When work stops for the night, we''ll go down and find Ed.

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A BUSY HOSPITAL HALLWAY. ED IS BEING WHEELED ON A GURNEY DOWN THE HALL. VIOLENT COUGHS RACK HIS BODY. HE''S WHEELED INTO A ROOM AND A DOCTOR PREPARES TO EXAMINE HIM. ED LIFTS HIS HEAD OFF THE PILLOW.

Ed: (wheezing) I have to make a call.
Doctor: That''ll have to wait.
Ed: This is urgent.
Doctor: So is this.
Ed: Look, I''m a doctor myself--
Doctor: Then you''ll understand. You''ve had a brutal night, and we need to get on top of this.

ED''S COUGHING ENDS ANY MORE PROTEST.

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NIGHTTIME. AT THE ENCAMPMENT. TOM SURVEYS THE CAMP BELOW WITH THE BINOCULARS. SLOAN IS CROUCHED IN THE BRUSH A FEW FEET AWAY. HER CELL PHONE RINGS. SHE HURRIEDLY ANSWERS IT.

Sloan: Hello?

CUT TO ATTWOOD, ON AN AIRPLANE.

Attwood: Sloan, it''s Walter. Ed''s turned up in a hospital in Wainwright. Apparently he was with Copeland at some sort of encampment and then he escaped.
Sloan: We''re there now. Is Ed okay?
Attwood: Not really. He''s suffering from exposure and frostbite, and he''s got a hell of a cough.
Sloan: Does he have a fever?
Attwood: Yes, and shortness of breath. I''m afraid it might be pneumonia. They''re running a battery of tests now.
Sloan: You''d better run his DNA too.
Attwood: I''ve already ordered it.
Sloan: Did Ed say what Copeland is doing here?
Attwood: No, they kept him in the dark. But I think we're dealing with more than even pneumonia.
Sloan: I''ll call you when I can.
Attwood: Yeah.

THEY HANG UP. SLOAN TURNS TO TOM.

Sloan: Let''s go.

THEY SCAMPER DOWN THE HILL AND MAKE THEIR WAY TOWARDS THE CAMP. SLOAN''S BIG FEET AGAIN GET IN THE WAY AND SHE TRIPS AND FALLS, LANDING WITH A GROAN. TOM TURNS BACK TO CHECK ON HER.

Tom: You alright?
Sloan: Yeah. Did anyone hear me?

TOM TURNS TO LOOK TOWARDS THE GUARDS PATROLLING.

Tom: I don''t think so.
Sloan: What did I trip over?

SHE LOOKS AROUND TO SEE AND TOM FLICKS THE FLASHLIGHT BRIEFLY OVER THE OBJECT THAT TRIPPED HER.

Sloan: Oh, my God.
Tom: What is that?

THE BEAM FROM THE FLASHLIGHT REVEALS A SKELETON LYING IN THE BRUSH.

Tom: Come on. I''ll do my best to mask us.

TOM AND SLOAN CREEP THROUGH THE CEMETERY, USING THE GRAVESTONES AS COVER AS THEY MAKE THEIR WAY CLOSER TO THE CAMP.

Sloan: Tom, let me see the light a second.

SHE SHINES IT ON THE FACES OF A SERIES OF GRAVE MARKERS IN FRONT OF THEM.

Tom: They all died the same week.
Sloan: (nodding) And they were all in their twenties. Why would Copeland exhume these bodies?

SLOAN LOOKS UP TOWARDS THE ENCAMPMENT AS THE GUARDS'' VOICES GET LOUDER. THE GUARDS GO AROUND THE SIDE OF A TENT AND TOM AND SLOAN MAKE A BREAK FOR IT. (OO! I LOVE IT WHEN HE RUNS! SO MANLY!) THEY REACH THE SAFETY OF COVER BETWEEN TWO SUVS, THEN DUCK INTO A TENT. TOM AND SLOAN LOOK AROUND. IT IS THE LAB TENT, EMPTY AT THE MOMENT.

Sloan: (ogling the equipment) You guys always have the best toys. Look at that!

WE SEE A CONTAINER IN COLD STORAGE.

Tom: What is it?
Sloan: A cryogenic container. If they''re taking all these precautions it must be holding something pretty lethal. I wonder why they brought it all the way up here?
Tom: Maybe they didn''t bring it, maybe they found it here.
Sloan: But what could--
Tom: What''re you thinking?
Sloan: Those grave markers, they're all from 1918.

TOM NODS.

Sloan: Those men wearing biohazard suits, the ground imaging equipment...the hole saw drills...could it be? Spanish influenza? It killed thirty million people.

SLOAN UNZIPS HER COAT POCKET.

Tom: What''re you doing?
Sloan: I''m calling Walter. He''s gotta send in troops now. He''s gotta quarantine Wainwright, he''s gotta close the airport...
Copeland: Don''t do that.

TOM AND SLOAN LOOK UP TO SEE COPELAND HAS ENTERED WITH A NUMBER OF GUARDS AND THE HANDSOME MAN. TWO GUARDS RUSH FORWARD. ONE GRABS SLOAN AND TOM TRIES TO PUSH THE GUARD OFF, BUT THE SECOND GUARD WRAPS TOM UP FROM BEHIND. THEY TAKE THE CELL PHONE AWAY FROM SLOAN.

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AT THE HOSPITAL. A NURSE MOPS ED''S BROW. THE DOCTOR FROM BEFORE ENTERS THE ROOM READING A CHART.

Doctor: (to Ed) Hi.
Ed: What''d you find?
Doctor: Well, I''m not quite sure yet. One thing it looks like you got a bad case of the flu.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. TOM AND SLOAN ARE IN THE TENT THAT FORMERLY HELD ED. SLOAN SITS IN A CHAIR; TOM STANDS LOOKING THROUGH THE OPAQUE WHITE NYLON AT THE GUARDS WALKING BY OUTSIDE.

Sloan: Any way out?
Tom: (shaking his head) No. Guards are circling the tent.

TOM CROUCHES IN FRONT OF HER. (HEEHEE. HE''S WEARING A REALLY SWELL SCARF.)

Tom: You alright?
Sloan: Copeland''s gonna infect us with the flu. They extracted a sample of the live virus, and now they''re gonna release it.
Tom: Look, Copeland would''ve come up with a vaccine first. To make sure they wouldn't get infected.

THE DOOR OPENS AND SLOAN LOOKS UP. TOM TURNS. THE HANDSOME MAN HAS ENTERED WITH TWO GUARDS. TOM STANDS.

Handsome: Change into these. Dr. Copeland needs to examine you both.
Tom: Why?
Handsome: Just get undressed.

A GUARD STEPS FORWARD AND HANDS THEM BOTH A WHITE GOWN. ONE OF THE MEN WHISPERS SOMETHING TO HANDSOME AND HE LOOKS BACK AT TOM AND SLOAN, THEN HE AND THE GUARDS FILE OUT. (HEY THINK ABOUT IT, THEY HAD TO GET NEKKID IN FRONT OF EACH OTHER. SHAME THEY DIDN''T SHOW THAT!)

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AT THE HOSPITAL. A NURSE MOPS ED''S BROW AGAIN. A MAN ON A GURNEY IS WHEELED PAST ED''S ROOM AND THE NURSE GOES OUT TO CHECK ON THE MAN. WE SEE ED''S DOCTOR CHECKING ON ANOTHER MAN, PUTTING AN OXYGEN MASK OVER HIS NOSE AND MOUTH. BOTH MEN ARE RACKED WITH COUGHING. THE DOCTOR DIRECTS THE PATIENTS INTO ROOMS, THEN STARTS COUGHING HERSELF.

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A LIMO TRAVELS DOWN AN ALASKAN ROAD. IN A VOICEOVER, WE HEAR A NEWS REPORT.

Announcer: This morning Wainwright is in the grip of a deadly flu epidemic. This strain seems to move with unheard-of speed. The first case, apparently a visiting anthropologist from California, was reported only thirty-six hours ago. Already the virus has claimed it''s first life.

WE SEE ATTWOOD SITTING IN THE BACKSEAT OF THE LIMO, WATCHING THE NEWS REPORT ON A TV. (COOL, THE LIMO GETS CABLE! WONDER IF THEY GET THE SCIFI CHANNEL?)

Announcer: Fatalities now stand at six, with over two hundred cases reported in the area. In an effort to restrict contagion, authorities have quarantined a fifty mile area surrounding Wainwright. No one gets in or out.

ATTWOOD PICKS UP A PHONE AND STARTS DIALING.

Attwood: (to himself, responding to the quarantine) That was close.
Announcer: Most bizarrely of all, this influenza targets not only the young, the infirm, and the elderly, but also our healthiest adults.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. TOM AND SLOAN ARE LED INTO A TENT WEARING WHAT WILL NOW BE KNOWN AS THE WHITE ALASKAN POTATO SACKS, FORMERLY THE UNATTRACTIVE BIOHAZARD SUITS. THEY LOOK OVER AND SEE COPELAND, SLUMPED IN FRONT OF SOME MACHINERY, HACKING AWAY.

Tom: You''re sick.

COPELAND TURNS.

Sloan: It's the Spanish Influenza, isn''t it?
Copeland: (sarcastically) Oh, I can see Ed Tate didn''t exaggerate your deductive powers.

HE STARTS COUGHING SOME MORE.

Copeland: Is he alive?

COPELAND STARTS REALLY HORKING AND TOM AND SLOAN BACK AWAY TOWARDS THE DOOR. HANDSOME AIMS A GUN AT TOM, HALTING HIM.

Copeland: Put that away, Carl. If either one of you is gonna get this virus, you''ve already gotten it by now.

CARL LOWERS THE GUN.

Copeland: (to Sloan) Please.
Sloan: Ed''s alive but he''s sick.
Copeland: I infected him without either one of us knowing about it. I need Ed''s help to develop a vaccine. And a cure.
Sloan: That''s why you brought him here.
Copeland: No, I thought I already had the vaccine. I brought him here to help me start infecting your population.
Tom: What happened to the vaccine?
Copeland: The virus mutated too quickly. Look, I don''t know how much longer I''m going to be able to keep working. Now, the two years that Ed spend at NIAD would be of invaluable assistance.
Sloan: Are you proposing we work together?
Copeland: Well if we don''t hundreds, maybe thousands, will die. Of both species. Will you work with me? Will you convince Ed to work with me?
Sloan: If we come up with a new vaccine, you'll let me leave with some of it.
Copeland: (nodding) You have my word.
Tom: Will Dr. Parker be in danger handling the live virus?
Copeland: Well that depends on her immune system, doesn''t it?

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NIGHTTIME. AT THE HOSPITAL. COPS DIRECT INCOMING PATIENTS AND CARS. EVERYTHING IS IN A STATE OF CHAOS. ATTWOOD GETS OUT OF HIS LIMO AND WALKS INTO THE EMERGENCY ROOM. HE APPROACHES A NURSE SITTING BEHIND AN ADMISSIONS COUNTER.

Nurse: Can I help you?
Attwood: I''m looking for Ed Tate.
Nurse: Hold on, hold on.

THE NURSE IS CALLED AWAY AND ATTWOOD REACHES IN, GRABS THE ADMISSIONS CHART, AND FINDS THE ROOM LISTING HIMSELF. ATTWOOD STOPS IN THE DOORWAY TO ED''S ROOM AND LOOKS IN AT THE SCIENTIST FOR A MOMENT, THEN ENTERS THE ROOM AND WALKS TO THE BED.

Attwood: Ed?...Ed? It''s Walter.
Ed: (weakly) Ah, I told you not to come.
Attwood: I work for the government. You know we don''t listen to anybody.
Ed: Have you heard from Sloan?
Attwood: This morning. She and Tom found Copeland.
Ed: Wha--She''s there now? You call her and get her out of there.
Attwood: I''ve been calling continually. She doesn''t answer.

ED MAKES A MOVE TO GET OUT OF BED BUT ENDS UP HACKING ALL OVER ATTWOOD.

Attwood: Ed, Ed, you can''t go anywhere.
Ed: (weakly, but insistently) Call her again.

ATTWOOD LEAVES THE ROOM.

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NIGHTTIME. AT THE ENCAMPMENT. ONE GUARD HELPS ANOTHER COUGHING GUARD INTO A MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY TENT. SLOAN AND TOM STAND OUTSIDE NEXT TO THE DOOR OF THE TENT. CARL EXITS THE INFIRMARY AND HANDS SLOAN HER CELL PHONE.

Carl: (to Sloan) Wait here.

ANOTHER GUARD IS CARRIED PAST TOM AND SLOAN, THIS ONE ON A STRETCHER. HIS FACE IS TAKING ON A PURPLISH-BLACK HUE.

Sloan: What happened to the color of his face?
Carl: This morning that man''s skin was as white as yours.
Sloan: This virus infects everyone, age....race...
Tom: Species.

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AT THE HOSPITAL. ED IS HORKING UP A LUNG AS A NURSE RUSHEs OVER WITH AN EMESIS BASIN. WE HEAR A CELL PHONE RING AND SEE ATTWOOD ANSWER HIS.

Attwood: Hello?
Sloan: Walter.
Attwood: Sloan, thank God. Are you alright?
Sloan: Fine. Is Ed there?
Attwood: I''m with him now.
Sloan: I have to talk to him.
Attwood: Just a second.

ATTWOOD MOVES FROM THE FOOT OF ED''S BED TO THE DOORWAY.

Attwood: He''s not good, Sloan. He''s coughing up blood, developing pleuritic chest pains....I''m having some Rhibovirun and Hermantadine flown in. I don''t know if they''ll help.
Sloan: (distressed at the news) Uh, uh, put Ed on.
Attwood: Just a second.

ATTWOOD WALKS TOWARD THE SICK MAN. HE STOPS AND STARES AT ED''S FEET, POKING OUT FROM BENEATH THE BLANKET THAT COVERS HIM.

Attwood: Sloan....
Sloan: Walter, what is it, what''s wrong? Walter?

CUT BACK TO THE CAMP WHERE A GUARD IS BEING TAKEN OUT OF THE INFIRMARY ON A STRETCHER. HE IS PLACED ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF SLOAN. HIS FACE IS A PURPLISH-BLACK. HE''S DEAD.
CUT BACK TO ATTWOOD AT THE HOSPITAL.

Attwood: Sloan, um, Ed''s feet have turned color. Dark.

CUT BACK THE THE ENCAMPMENT. CARL DRAWS A BLANKET OVER THE DEAD GUARD''S FACE AND LOOKS UP AT SLOAN.

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DAYTIME. AT THE ENCAMPMENT. IN THE LAB TENT. VARIOUS SCIENTISTS WORK AT COMPUTERS AND OTHER MACHINES, WHILE ONE HELPS COPELAND INTO HIS ALASKAN POTATO SACK. SLOAN, IN HER OWN POTATO SACK, WALKS OVER TO TOM AND PUTS HER ARMS AROUND HIM. HE HUGS HER. (BLESSEDLY, HE''S NOT IN AN ALASKAN POTATO SACK. HE''S WEARING THAT NICE CHARCOAL GREY SWEATER FROM BEFORE.) SLOAN MOVES AWAY FROM TOM AND A SCIENTIST HELPS HER ON WITH HER FACE SHIELD HOOD. COPELAND PUSHES APART THE CLEAR PLASTIC FLAPS AND ENTERS THE AREA WITH THE CRYOGENICALLY FROZEN SAMPLE. SLOAN FOLLOWS HIM IN AND HE REMOVES THE SAMPLE FROM ITS CHILLY CONTAINER. SLOAN CAUTIOUSLY PLACES IT ON THE COUNTER.
CUT TO A BIT LATER, SLOAN AND COPELAND STAND WITH THEIR HOODS REMOVED.

Copeland: (coughing) Where''s Ed?
Sloan: I told you they wouldn''t put him on. He''s too sick to talk.
Copeland: I am not going to be able to do this much longer. You can''t do this on your own. Without Ed we have no chance.
Sloan: He''ll call.
Copeland: Alright let''s do this. You have to help me. We gotta generate CDNA and create a set of PCR nested.....

COPELAND''S VOICE FADES AND HE PASSES OUT AND SLUMPS TO THE FLOOR, KNOCKING SAMPLES ALL OVER THE LINOLEUM. (IF THESE ARE TENTS, WHERE THE HECK''D THEY GET THE LINOLEUM?)

Sloan: Help!

CARL COMES RUNNING. SLOAN LEANS OVER DR. COPELAND.

Sloan: Dr. Copeland! Dr. Copeland!

CARL PUSHES SLOAN AWAY ROUGHLY AND LIFTS THE MAN, CARRYING HIM OUT OF THE ROOM.

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NIGHTTIME. AT THE ENCAMPMENT. TOM ENTERS A TENT CAUTIOUSLY. HE LOOKS DOWN AT THE MAN LYING ON THE COT, FACING THE WALL.

Copeland: (roughly) Well, what are your feelings? Seeing me here, Mr. Daniels?

COPELAND COUGHS THEN TURNS AND LOOKS UP AT TOM.

Copeland: You're the subject of a great debate, you know. A betrayal like yours cannot go undissected.
Tom: I haven''t betrayed anyone. I''ve been true to myself.
Copeland: Ah, well I am curious. Especially about this...emotional life, that seems to drive you. My own heretical opinion is more of us have these vestigial feelings than will admit it. Descended as we are from the humans, it''s not surprising.
Tom: But you yourself aren''t troubled by them.
Copeland: No. Unless you count pride as an emotion.

TOM GIVES A SMALL DISGUSTED LAUGH.

Tom: Do you question our struggle?
Copeland: There''s no alternative.
Tom: Coexistence. Cooperation.

TOM STARTS MOVING TOWARDS THE COT.

Copeland: That''s biologically impossible. Genetically undesirable.
Tom: That''s what we were taught. But why?
Copeland: Because we are superior.

TOM CROUCHES (!) NEXT TO THE SICK MAN.

Copeland: We are an advance. We are....inevitable.
Tom: I''m not so sure.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. IN THE LAB TENT. A CELL PHONE RINGS AND SLOAN, IN HER ALASKAN POTATO SACK, GETS IT OUT OF HER POCKET AND ANSWERS IT.

Sloan: Hello?

CUT TO ED, PASTY AND SWEATING, LYING IN HIS HOSPITAL BED.

Ed: Hey.
Sloan: Ed! How are you?
Ed: I don''t know maybe, maybe a little better. I think Attwood''s anti-viral agents may have helped.
Sloan: Look, Copeland exhumed a live sample of the Spanish flu virus. Now he''s infected. A lot of them are. You caught it from him, Ed. And now he''s too sick to work. You're gonna have to help me come up with a new vaccine.
Ed: There''s not enough time.
Sloan: Maybe there is. Copeland believes that we can adapt his earlier vaccine.

SLOAN MOVES OVER TO A COMPUTER AND STARTS TYPING ON THE KEYBOARD.

Sloan: He''s convinced that the work that you did at NIAD is critical. D-Do you know what he''s thinking?
Ed: I know what I was doing. I was trying to come up with uh, an effective malaria vaccine.
Sloan: But, but malaria''s a parasite, it''s not a virus.
Ed: Wait a minute. It mutates with incredible rapidity, just like this thing. What we have to do is, is we have to adapt Copeland''s original vaccine and come up with a Leakey DNA vaccine. Talk me through what you're doing. We''ve gotta get to work.

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SUNSET. AT THE ENCAMPMENT. TOM WALKS THROUGH THE FALLING SNOW, PENSIVE. HE LOOKS AT THE HILLS SURROUNDING THE CAMP.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. IN THE LAB TENT. CARL (IN HIS OWN ALASKAN POTATO SACK--NO ONE IS EXEMPT!) PACES MENACINGLY BEHIND SLOAN AS SHE STARES DOWN INTO A MICROSCOPE. SHE HAS A HEADSET ON, A MICROPHONE AT HER MOUTH. SHE''S DITCHED THE CELL PHONE. WE HEAR ED''S VOICE.

Ed: Describe it to me. Describe what you see.
Sloan: The nucleus has changed color.

CUT TO ED, LYING IN HIS HOSPITAL BED, TALKING ON ATTWOOD''S CELL PHONE. WE SEE ATTWOOD STANDING IN THE BACKGROUND.

Ed: What color?
Sloan: Light blue. Almost a turquoise.
Ed: That''s, that''s a good thing. Ok, next step.

CUT TO LATER, IN THE LAB TENT. TOM WALKS IN GARBED IN AN ALASKAN POTATO SACK. HE SNAPS ON A PAIR OF RUBBER GLOVES. THIS IS NOT THE BEST LOOK FOR HIM. HE PUSHES THE PLASTIC FLAPS ASIDE AND WALKS OVER TO SLOAN, WHO IS TYPING FRANTICALLY AT A COMPUTER.

Tom: Copeland''s fading.
Sloan: I think I may be onto something.

SHE PEERS DOWN THE EYEPIECES OF A MICROSCOPE, THEN STRAIGHTENS SLOWLY, MOUTH AGAPE.

Sloan: Ed was right.
Tom: What do you see?
Sloan: The vaccinal DNA penetrated the nucleus. We've got something that...might work.
Tom: Well let''s try it.

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DAYTIME. AT THE HOSPITAL. A NURSE CHECKS ON ED. HE LOOKS BAD, ALL SWEATY AND COUGHING. ATTWOOD STANDS LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW. HE TURNS AND LOOKS OVER AT ED.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. IN ED''S FORMER TENT. SLOAN FILLS A SYRINGE WITH THE VACCINE AND MOVES TO INJECT TOM, SITTING NEXT TO HER ON A COT.

Sloan: Your turn.

SHE INJECTS HIM. SLOAN PULLS THE NEEDLE OUT AND THEY STAND UP AND GRAB THEIR COATS. SUDDENLY CARL OPENS THE DOOR AND WALKS MENACINGLY IN WITH A GUARD FOLLOWING.

Carl: Where you going?
Tom: To Wainwright.
Carl: With some of the new vaccine.
Sloan: That was the arrangement.
Tom: You gave your word.
Carl: This is wartime. Conventional morality does not apply.
Tom: Maybe not. But I''m willing to bet you're a man of honor. Under any circumstances.

(WOW, SOME REALLY NICE SHOTS OF THOSE BABY BLUES.) TOM MOTIONS FOR SLOAN TO GO. SHE WALKS PAST CARL, AND TOM FOLLOWS HER, CARRYING A CASE HOLDING THE VACCINE. CARL LETS THEM PAST.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. IN COPELAND''S TENT. A DOCTOR SITS NEXT TO COPELAND''S COT, ADMINISTERING AN INJECTION. COPELAND STARES INTO SPACE. CARL ENTERS AND WALKS OVER TO THE COT. COPELAND COUGHS, THEN LOOKS UP AT CARL, HIS BREATHING LABORED.

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AT THE HOSPITAL. CHAOS AND CONFUSION IN THE HALLS AS HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE HACK AND COUGH, WHILE HOSPITAL CAREGIVERS TRY TO HANDLE THE CROWD. WE SEE ATTWOOD TALKING TO A NURSE. SLOAN AND TOM RUSH IN.

Sloan: Walter! Where''s Ed?
Attwood: (pointing) In through there.

TOM AND SLOAN RUSH PAST WITH THE CASE CARRYING THE VACCINE. ATTWOOD STOPS BY A NURSE.

Attwood: (to Nurse) Follow me.

SLOAN BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR OF ED''S ROOM, THEN STOPS WHEN SHE SEES THE CONDITION HE''S IN. TOM STANDS JUST INSIDE THE DOOR. ATTWOOD ENTERS.

Attwood: You have the vaccine.
Sloan: (distractedly) Yeah.
Attwood: He''s fading.
Sloan: Even if this prevents the flu there''s no guarantee it''ll cure it.

TOM, NOW AT HER SIDE BY THE BED, HANDS HER A VIAL OF THE VACCINE.

Tom: Here.
Sloan: (to Attwood) We''ve only got a limited supply. You''re gonna have to start reproducing it.
Attwood: I''ve already put that in motion. They''re standing by.

SLOAN READIES THE SYRINGE.

Attwood: Where''s the live virus now?
Tom: Still at Copeland''s encampment.

SLOAN WALKS TO ED AND INJECTS HIM. WORRIED LOOKS ALL AROUND, THEN TOM GIVES SLOAN A SMALL NOD OF ENCOURAGEMENT.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. CARL SITS NEXT TO COPELAND''S COT, THE OLDER MAN CLEARLY NOT DOING WELL.

CUT TO THE HOSPITAL. SLOAN SITS BESIDE ED''S BED, GRIPPING HIS HAND.
CUT TO THE HALL OUTSIDE ED''S ROOM. ATTWOOD IS PACING, WHILE TOM IS CROUCHED DOWN NEXT TO THE WALL. (! LOVE THOSE SHOES! SOMEBODY GET A SCREEN CAPTURE!)

CUT TO THE ENCAMPMENT, NIGHTTIME. A LAMP SHINES BEHIND CARL, ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR BY COPELAND''S COT. COPELAND STARES UP AT HIM, THEN TURNS HIS HEAD WEAKLY TO THE SIDE.

CUT TO ED''S HOSPITAL ROOM. ED REMAINS ASLEEP IN THE BED. A SMALL SOFA HAS BEEN MOVED IN, WHICH TOM SITS UPON, SLOAN BESIDE HIM, ASLEEP, HER HEAD IN HIS LAP. (!!!<---THAT''S ALL I''M GONNA SAY.)

CUT BACK TO THE ENCAMPMENT, DAYTIME. CARL STANDS OUTSIDE LOOKING TOWARDS THE HILLS. A GUARD CALLS TO HIM.

Guard: Carl!

CARL TURNS AND WALKS TOWARDS THE MAN. CARL ENTERS COPELAND''S TENT JUST AS ONE OF THE DOCTORS PULLS A BLANKET OVER THE DEAD MAN''S BODY.

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AT THE HOSPITAL. IN ED''S ROOM. SLOAN WATCHES OVER ED, HIS BREATHING RASPY. TOM WALKS PAST THE WINDOW AND STANDS IN THE THRESHOLD, LOOKING IN AT SLOAN. HE ENTERS AND WALKS OVER TO HER, TOUCHING HER SHOULDER. SLOAN TURNS AND LOOKS UP AT HIM.

Tom: Any improvement?
Sloan: (tearily) No.
Tom: (very very softly) C''mon.

SLOAN STANDS AND WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND TOM. HE HOLDS HER AS SHE CRIES.

Tom: It''s okay. Shh, it''s okay.

HE STROKES HER HAIR.

Tom: C''mere.

THEY PULL A BIT APART AND SLOAN LOOKS UP AT HIM. HE TAKES HER FACE IN HIS HANDS.

Tom: Listen, I have to leave.
Sloan: What, now?
Tom: Yeah. Walter''s waiting. I should be back by tonight. Okay?
Sloan: Okay.

HE LEANS FORWARD AND KISSES HER SOFTLY, THEN LEAVES. SLOAN TURNS BACK TO LOOK AT HER SICK BUDDY.

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AT THE ENCAMPMENT. ATTWOOD WALKS PAST THE SUVS AND OVER TO TOM.

Attwood: They''re ready.

TOM AND ATTWOOD START WALKING.

Attwood: The world will never know about it, but you did a great thing here.
Tom: It was Sloan.
Attwood: No, it was both of you. You save thousands, possibly millions of lives, and you proved something important. They can be stopped.

WE SEE A BUNCH OF TROOPS IN CAMOUFLAGE FATIGUES WALK UP BEHIND TOM AND ATTWOOD. CARL AND THE REST OF THE GUARDS WALK UP AND LINE UP ACROSS FROM THEM, STAND-OFF LIKE. THEY ALL HAVE THEIR HANDS BEHIND THEIR BACKS, PERHAPS HANDCUFFED. SCIENTISTS IN ALASKAN POTATO SACKS BRING THE VIRUS SAMPLE OUT IN ITS CRYOGENIC CONTAINER, SEAL IT INSIDE ANOTHER CONTAINER, THEN LOWER IT INTO A HOLE IN THE GROUND WITH A CRANE. A MAN FROM EACH SIDE TAKES A SHOVEL AND COVERS OVER THE HOLE WITH SOIL AS TOM AND ATTWOOD LOOK ON.



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