"I'm going blind David." "I'm sorry." "It's not gonna happen, Bob." "It's alright." "I can make it work." "I can't." "The FBI received an anonymous call." "Something about..." " a smiley face you might've received." " Something like this?" " It's smallpox." " Smallpox was eradicated in 1980." "But here's the thing: it's synthetic." "That G should be an A." "What about anthrax and glanders?" "Do they think they're related?" "Hard to imagine they're not." "Vaccine?" "Are we making it?" " Yes." " Rachel's son, Craig." " Just visiting?" " Actually, in transit." "Algonquin Park." "I'm studying some aggressive bear behaviour up there." " Craig." " I don't want to talk." " You two should try to work this out." " Wanna have dinner?" "Just you and me?" "What do you want, Carl?" "I want you to sign those papers." "So someone can just build smallpox." "Any university lab would do it." "So how do we go about finding this guy?" "We don't have to." "He's found us." ""Time to go public."" " Any luck with the trace yet?" " Nothing." "But I have a feeling we're getting really close." "Locking onto the geoposition of that cell." "It's about time." "He's in the US." "East coast." "Manhattan." "42nd and Lexington." " Grand Central Station." " I'll alert Homeland and FBI." "What are you reading?" "Getting stronger." "We got it." "ReGenesis 3x09 Let it Burn" "Subtitles Team NorBAC" "Synchro Bbsiocnarf, Linwelin" "Version NoTag 1.0" "They disarmed it." " Thank God for that." " There are samples on route." " This doesn't make any sense." " What's that?" "The guy's smart enough to create smallpox from scratch." "He's clever enough to plant the smallpox bomb in Grand Central Station without getting caught." "But then he sends a message to me that practically tells us where to find it." "He wanted us to find it." "Just like he wanted us to find the mistake in the code." " Why would he do that?" " I don't know." "Whatever this guy's up to, he's not finished yet though." "Rachel." " That the smallpox from New York?" " Yeah." "I'm gonna run a 4-5-4 genomic analysis and DNA chips, too." "Error rate." "Yeah, it's higher, but I figured speed was the thing here..." "What about the infectivity of the sample sent to me?" "The vero cells we infected are still healthy." "We'll know later tonight just how deadly it is." "Keep me posted." "Great." "Thanks." " What are you doing here?" " I was leaving you a note." "I don't like to be investigated." "If you want to see the state of my financial affairs, my lawyer will provide whatever he feels is necessary to reach a settlement." " Ah." " Yeah, thanks." "So, wh..." "What if I want the truth?" "Have your lawyer call mine." "Sorry." "Okay." "We have an outbreak of glanders and anthrax on the west coast, and then along comes our guy with his homemade smallpox on the east coast." "Are they connected?" "I'm not so sure anymore." "Why?" "Out west, you've got this crudely weaponized anthrax and back east  state-of the-art science." "David's right." "To synthesize smallpox, you'd have to be brilliant." "Now, let's look at intent." "The anthrax and the glanders were released in the middle of nowhere." "Using a forest fire to spread the crud around." "Just random bio-terrorism." "Our smallpox guy, big game hunter:" "very specific, midtown Manhattan." "You're trying to tell me that these are simultaneous and unrelated threats?" "From now on, we're looking at two separate incidents." "Mayko, you're with Rachel on the smallpox." "We need to find out who this guy is." "Bob... you're with me on the fire." "Two new cases of anthrax, one of glanders." " But we have a more serious problem." " Why?" "What's going on?" "The winds have really begun to pick up here." "It's turning into a rank 6 crown fire." " Meaning?" " Meaning that the fire is literally rolling across the top of the forest." "Now they're back-burning dumping fire retardants, but it looks highly probable that we're going to be evacuated." "These winds..." "They part of that storm you guys were tracking?" "I'm sending you the latest projections from Environment Canada." "See, the storm centre is just north of the Queen Charlotte Islands." " Is it coming ashore?" " Just a matter of time." "And when it does, it's going to push the smoke south down the coast." "Now you see the actual pattern there." "Cyclonic." "Winds out of the north and heading back to the west." "If the whole system's tracking south..." "A whole storm cloud of pathogens is gonna hit Vancouver." "Population of 2 million, David." " Evacuation plans?" " Yes, they're underway." "I've been working on procedures to kill the glanders bacteria with sulfadiazine." "But I'd better recalculate based on this projection." " Can you send me the link?" " Yeah, absolutely." "David?" "I've got some stuff to show you." "Work up projections based on these weather models." "Best case, worst case scenarios." " Okay." " Okay, so" "I am swapping data with the FBI, CSIS and Interpol." "We are trying to find our guy through the suppliers." " That could take months, Mayko." " Exactly." "While they're taking the long route, I'm trying to jump-start this thing." "Here's a couple filters I want to run by you." "What are you thinking?" "We're looking at 438 suppliers worldwide for customized DNA." "We know he orders small pieces." "I'm thinking maybe 75 bases." "That's about 2500 orders" " to build the entire smallpox virus." " Okay." "The first assumption is:" "this smallpox guy, he'd wanna get lost in the shuffle." "Right?" "So he'd spread his orders around to avoid detection." "Second assumption:" "He'd wanna lose himself in the sheer volume of orders, so he's gonna go with big suppliers." "I'm cutting this down to the hundred biggest supply houses." "So our guy is doing business with these companies." "Right." "And then the next filter." "He'd need a level 3 containment facility to safely replicate the smallpox." "There." "Good work." "As soon as you get this list, run it by Rachel." "She knows this world better than any of us." "Oh, and one more filter." "I want you to focus on American researchers." "Why?" "Apart from the World Trade Center bombing, almost every major act of domestic terrorism on U. S. soil was perpetrated by American citizens." "What?" "Doctor Sandström, it's Robbie McCain." "Who?" "Robbie McCain." "We met in Utah." " You with the ATF?" " At Greenway." "My wife, Leslie, was one of the scientists killed in the explosion." "Oh, right, of course, Robbie." "Um, how you doing?" "I'm in Toronto." "I'd like to see you." " David, I just heard..." " That'd be great, Robbie, but we're all sort of on a full boil around here right now." "It's about the explosion at Greenway." "I think I have something" " you'll find very interesting." " What do you mean?" "I don't want to tell you over the phone." "Okay, why don't you come by the lab tomorrow?" "Thank you." " Something about Greenway." " Really?" "What's up?" "I did historical research into our glanders problem." "Specifically, the outbreak that happened 60 years ago." "Nice of you to show some initiative." " I think I might have found something." " Hang on." "We'd have the story on the NY smallpox in a few hours." "In the meantime," " the test result on the anthrax strain." " And?" "Asian!" "Yeah, it's a 1939 strain identified in Manchuria by a Dr. Ogawa." "Dr. Ogawa of Unit 7-31?" "That's him." "Unit 7-31?" "He was part of the Japanese army's biological weapons division." "I did my doctoral thesis on wartime Japanese Intelligence in the Pacific theatre." "So how does somebody get their hands on WW2-era anthrax?" "Chinese army, maybe?" " Well, it could be from 1939." " An old Japanese military stockpile?" "That might square with what I found." "Mayko's working up a list of potential smallpox suspects." "Have a look at that while you're waiting for the results." "Oh, hey, perfect." "Okay." "So these are American researchers who ordered the DNA sequences that you'd need to synthesize the smallpox." "They had experience and lab facilities to pull this off." " How many candidates?" " 974." "I'll take a look, see if anything pops out at me." "I'll forward it to a few colleagues," " see if they have any thoughts." " Okay." "Mayko's working up a list of potential smallpox suspects." "Have a look at that while you're waiting for the results." "I heard about this laser therapy for use on glaucoma patients." "I thought it might work with Bob." "The procedure's pretty routine these days." "You take a laser, you drill these tiny holes in the retina" " to release the interocular pressure." " Would it work?" "The glaucoma maybe, but it's not gonna correct the damage to the optic nerve." " So how do that?" " That's the billion dollar question." "Whaddya got for me?" "The last glanders outbreak in North America" " happened in 1945." " Tell me something I don't know." "You know this is weird." "Come take a look at this." "This is where the current outbreak is occurring." "This is where the 1945 outbreak occurred." "It's 20km south of the current outbreak." "That's too close to be a coincidence." "Somehow, World War II-era Japanese glanders and anthrax ended up in BC?" " I guess." " How?" "I'm not sure, but there is one interesting fact." "There was also a fire connected to the 1945 outbreak." " Just glanders alright, no anthrax?" " Just glanders." "Keep digging." "But hurry, that storm's closing in." "Bob." "Where are you at with the sulfadiazine?" "I finished my algorithm." "Assuming Burkholderia mallei is at 10 parts per million on the ground." "Nice kill curves." "There are several problems." "If the fire advances on a 10km front, we would need over 200 water tankers around the clock to kill the glanders." " Can we do it?" " Unlikely and even if we could," " flying would be challenging." " To say the least." "Bigger problem is that the antibiotics only kill bacteria when they're growing." "They wouldn't be growing when they're airborne." " Should've caught that before." " I missed it, too, Bob." " Are you humouring me?" " Absolutely not." "You cast a wide net." "That's why you're here." "Sometimes it works, sometimes not." "This time, you've gotta make it work." "Looks like our smallpox guy finally has something to say to us." "Wes!" "Get Riddlemeyer back in here, ASAP!" "Hey, David." "Here's the analysis of the New York smallpox." " Same as the one that was sent to you." " Same mistake in the code?" "Exactly." "And we've got the test results on the virulence." "Healthy vero cells." "The guy designed a benign virus." " He must have known he was doing it." " Why would he do it?" "To show it could be done." "He's here." " Right there." " Wait before you take off, here's my list of who might have engineered it." "Rachel's looked it over." "I'll send it on to FBI." " CSIS and Interpol already have it." " Good work, guys." "Censor the net?" "Bit late in the day, don't you think?" "Well, our smallpox guy wants the international scientific community to appoint a panel of Nobel prize winners to remove all dangerous scientific information from the Internet, or he will release smallpox in cities all across the U.S." "Demand the impossible, threaten the unthinkable." "Sounds like an ideological fanatic." "Well, he has a point." "You're agreeing with him?" "He managed to synthesize one of the deadliest killers this planet's ever seen from stuff he got from Internet." "What does this maniac want?" "He wants us to know how fucked we are." "He's sending his manifesto to the Times and the Post." "They won't publish anything until they talk to us." "You know, maybe we should just publish it." "I beg your pardon." "Not publishing it is just gonna make this guy very upset and then who knows what he'll do." "The United States government is not gonna give in to terrorist demands." "This guy's not a terrorist." "This has been a big show, alright?" "It's a stunt to lead us to censorthenet.org." "And what are you basing this on?" "The guy builds a strain of smallpox with a deliberate error in it that leads us to the Internet." "Then he plants a bomb and he leads us directly to that." "He wanted it found." "He's playing God?" "Show us what he's capable of." "He could have released it without telling anyone." "You're actually supporting his position." "I'm not taking any position." "I'm just..." "What I'm saying is that, at heart, I think whoever is behind this he's a person of conscience, not a mass murderer." "What do you think he'll do next to prove his point?" "Let loose the real thing?" "I don't know." "I know you think this guy's harmless." "But that's not your decision to make." "Nor mine." "I'm kicking this thing upstairs, to the Joint Task Force on Terrorism." "Okay." "That's not possible." "I can't drive down now." "Look, if you can't locate him by tomorrow, give me a call." "I'll see what I can do." "She okay?" "Thanks." "Problems?" "My idiot brother has vanished again and my niece is stranded." "I thought he found Jesus." "Clearly." "What do you got?" "Okay." "So I dug a little bit further into Unit 7-31." "During the war Japan invades China." "They set up Unit 7-31 in Manchuria." "Now get this: officially, it is known as the Kempeitai Political Department and Epidemic Prevention Research Laboratory." "It was really top secret." "Supposedly, it was a water purification plant." "Turns out they were experimenting on more than just glanders and anthrax." "They were doing research on bubonic plague, typhoid, cholera, tuberculosis, songo fever." "Who's who of germ warfare." "They started to do experiments and tests on POWs and the civilian Chinese population." "They would tie a person to a stake and test a germ bomb on them." "They were infecting women and children, then performing live vivisections to see how those diseases were progressing." " Jesus." " There are estimates that upwards of 200 000 people were killed." "Here's the kicker." "The U.S. government granted immunity to all those Japanese scientists" " in exchange for their research." " Well, of course they would." "I mean, that's very hard research to come by." " Yeah, exactly." " Fucking humanity." "So how does this tie into BC?" "Take a look at this." "What is that?" "This is a Fugo balloon." "In the final days of the war, the Japanese launched these as a last-ditch strike against the United States." "They would load this platform with a bomb." "Let me guess, sometimes that bomb contained biological agents like anthrax and glanders." "They were launching up to 500 a day into the jet stream hoping it would cross the Pacific, detonate over North America and spread a plague." "Those Japanese were real cutting-edge." "It was a total fucking failure." "A few people died in Oregon." "Most of them just crashed into Pacific or floated into never-never land." "A release of these Fugos drifted across the Pacific Ocean" " and landed on our mountainside?" " Yeah." "60 years later, there's a forest fire, they detonate, and the pathogens are finally released." "So it was a bio-terror attack." "Only it was launched 60 years ago." "There could be... hundreds of these things." "Get Carlos on the line." "Bob, you got that data for dispersing the sulfadiazine?" " Yes." " Grab it and get in here." "Hey, how's it going out there?" "The more important question is how is everything going there?" "We think we've got something." "Bring up the topographic map." "Wes thinks we may be dealing with some leftover Japanese bio-weapons carried over by Fugo balloons." "What?" "They're weaponized balloons the Japanese sent up in a hail-Mary attempt at the end of WWII." "It's a long story." "Just go with it." "I think he's right." "These are the most recent outbreaks and the current position of the fire." "Outbreak from 1945 was here, 20 Ks to the south." "Where did the fire in 1945 start?" "Almost exactly where the outbreak occurred." "Now fire spreads south." "But this was the only outbreak." "So imagine Fugo launch of 1945." "They float across the Pacific Ocean, they get to BC, they get hit by some kind of storm, and they all come down roughly in this area." "So the current outbreak could be the northernmost Fugos." "And the 20km of unburnt forest in between could be hiding God knows how many unexploded bio-weapons." "David, we will never find them in time." "I know." "We don't have to." "Bob!" "Bob?" "Here's the data." "Bob, remind me again." "The storm is cyclonic, right?" "Winds are blowing down from north and then moving west?" "We load up these planes with an accelerant." "Napalm, if we have to." "We burn the entire chunk of land." "Whoa, David." "You have 200 square kilometres with a potential lethal pathogen." "What about Vancouver?" "No." "We time it." "We do the burn right when the weather front moves over." "The winds pick up any pathogens released and carry them out over the Pacific." "They'll be dispersed before they hit Vancouver." "What's the population between the fire and the ocean?" "Fairrly sparse." "We could do an evacuation." "We'd have to get on it right now." "Okay, so we're looking at a 200 million-square metre burn area, with an efficiency of 2300 square metres per 625 litre drum of napalm..." "Can it be done, Bob?" "We need 1811 sorties or thereabouts." "Oh, but if we let the fire itself do the bulk of the work, then..." "Yes." "It's our only shot." "Call Riddlemeyer." "Have him to scramble the US and Canadian Air Forces." "I'm on it." "I'll get started on the evacuation." "Bob." "Good work." " You too." " Go home and get some sleep." "Thanks." "Bob, what are you doing still here?" " Thinking." " About what?" "The most famous blind botanist was George Eberhard Rumphius." "He went blind in 1670, but he kept working on his 6-volume catalogue of all the plants in Indonesia." "Then, his wife and child were killed in an earthquake and the ship carrying his manuscript to the Netherlands was attacked and sunk by the French." "So he had to start all over again." "Okay, that's awful." "His masterpiece wasn't published until 39 years after his death." " Bob, that's a horrible story." " Actually, it's reassuring." "Things work out." "We just have to be patient." "David, I've been told the target area has been cleared." "So where are we at?" "Bombers are taking off from Fairchild Air Force Base in Washington," "CFB Comox and Elmendorf in Alaska." " And the storm?" " Proceeding as our model suggested." "We have a pretty tight 3-hour window, but it can happen." "Okay." "So we do it?" " Do it." " Right." "Dr. Sandström?" "Robbie McCain." "Robbie." "I really appreciate..." "Thanks for taking the time." "No, I'm glad you caught me." "I gotta admit, I completely forgot." "I hear you're looking for someone." "I think I can help." "Yeah, why don't you... why don't you sign in?" "Since Leslie died," "I've been kind of fixated on Auflander Docheimer." "As far as I'm concerned they killed her." "Secret research projects, no control, no peer review." "No wonder bad shit happened." "You said over the phone you wanted to talk about Greenway." "Greenway's just the tip of the iceberg." "Secret lab in India." "They're supposed to be researching environmentally friendly pesticides." "They release methyl osocyanate into the atmosphere." "400 innocent people die." "Norway." "They claim they're working on clean nuclear fuels." "They release radioactive isotopes into the fjord" "Poison an entire population of wild salmon." "This is science out of control, Dr. Sandström." "Robbie, you said you knew who I was looking for." "Who is it?" "He's a man like yourself." "Who cares about the fate of mankind." "He got concerned when he was working at DARPA." "Did he voice his concerns?" "He told DARPA something had to be done." "Dangerous science, everywhere." "And he was right." "I mean, you want to build yourself a nuclear bomb, a deadly virus, it's all right there on the Internet." " How did DARPA respond?" " They didn't." "So he thought he'd just go out and do a little pilot project, right?" "Fabricate smallpox from a recipe freely found on Internet." "A harmless strain." "You didn't want to hurt anybody?" "I was making a point." "I wanted to get the world's attention." "Spark an international debate about the fact that science is totally out of control." "It didn't work." "Not a word in the press." "Thousands of people out there could make a bug that'd decimate the human race." "And they may not be as benevolent as me." "I don't disagree with you." "But I also think that scientists need a free flow of information." "Censorship isn't the answer." "You're an idealist, Dr. Sandström." "In your world, science is benevolent." "Companies are ethical." "That's not the real world." "Not anymore." "I don't think science is benevolent." "I think it's benign." "It's for discovery, that's it, okay?" "The problem is in application." "And I don't think corporations are ethical, but I do think people can be." "Is there any more smallpox out there?" "No." "Okay." "I want your help." "I want to be arrested and tried." "But the real trial, see, will be the state of science." "Kinda like a Scopes Monkey Trial for the ages." "It'll put this whole issue on the front page." "I'm afraid not, Robbie." "The FBI shortlist of all the scientists they think could have made the smallpox." "Homeland Security nails you, you'll be declared an enemy of the state." "And if that happens, there's not gonna be a trial, ever." "You'll go straight to Git'mo or some black camp in the Balkans for an indefinite stay." "I'm gonna give you a chance to step back from the brink, okay?" "I'll write an op-ed piece for The Times, outline your "pilot project"" "and explain what you, what this unknown person wanted to say to the world." "I know it's spit in the wind but I'll do it." "That's it, then?" "Well, I could pick up the phone and have you arrested, if you like." "Do what you have to do." "I'm just the messenger." "How you doin'?" "Thanks." "Guy gets gunned down in cold blood in front of my office, and I'm not allowed to talk to the detectives?" " It's a question of national security." " The guy was executed!" " Who gave the order?" " No one." "Those agents made a split-second decision." " Bullshit!" " Bullshit." "We wanted him alive as much as anyone." "Was he a lone gunman?" "Was he working with anyone else?" " We don't know if he had more smallpox." " He told me he didn't." "And that's it?" "That's your proof?" "We didn't want that man dead." "We've just lost an important asset." " Asset?" "Asset!" "That guy created smallpox." "You don't realize how incredible that is, but that man was a fucking genius." " How'd they even know he was here?" " He was your contact, so we've had agents sitting on you from the beginning." " For your own protection, I might add." " No... they confronted him after he met me." "You were already in the meeting, and we were working on a short list of suspects that your people provided." "And once that info was downloaded, the FBI software made the match." "If the match was made before that, if we'd made it earlier, he would have been apprehended in your office." "You mean he would have been shot in my office!" "Listen to me, David." "There's a little matter here of you letting that man, whom you obviously knew had something to do with this, you let him walk away scot-free." "Now, that's aiding and abetting, some people might even say treason." "You threatening me?" "No, no." "Not at all." "I'm just saying... everything can be managed." "You know what it is?" "It's state-sponsored terrorism." "Fuck." "The guy synthesized smallpox, and that is a fucking amazing achievement." "Amazing and horrifying, David!" "And horrifying, yeah." "But the point is he did it." "Think for a minute, if he was right?" " Riddlemeyer?" " Yes." " Bullshit." " No, just think about it." "I mean, who's to say Robbie McCain wasn't working with someone?" " He could have been part of a group." " I don't think so." "I think he was a lone wolf." "Step back from it for a moment." "If he were working alone, he'd have to have been working on this genome for years." "And from what you say, he only decided to take action after Leslie's death." "It's an impossible timeline, David." "I mean really, just who was Robbie McCain?" " We know nothing about him." " Alright..." "Point taken." "Smells good." " Oh hey!" " Thank god." "A distraction." "I think that I need a drink." " Red?" " Please." " How did it turn out after the burn?" " Smoke tested clean." " And the pathogens?" " Scattered all over the Pacific." " Good work." " Hey man, you look good." "Weston and I made a series of models based on other Fugo launches that may have landed in North America." "That projection was sent to the U. S. Army Corps of Engineers." "They're gonna coordinate a ground search." "Okay, good..." "Hello." "Oh my God." "When?" "Okay, w... where?" "Alright, I'll be right there." "Guys, I'm so sorry, I've gotta run, I'll call you later." "What happened?" "Rachel!" "Where is he?" " They're still working on him." " What happened?" "They were attacked by some bear." "Oh Jesus!" "Oh God." "Guardedly good news." "We saved his arm." "He's lost these 2 fingers." "He'll need extensive plastic surgery to reconstruct this region of his face." "But your son is out of danger." "His friend isn't so lucky." "Shock and blood loss." "There was nothing we could do." "Ah no." "These are Craig's personal effects that came back on the medivac flight." " Thank you." " Wait." "We..." "We wanna see him." " He's in twilight from the anesthetic." " Please." "Sweetheart." "It's gonna be okay." " Mom..." " Stay calm, Craig." "You gotta rest." "Whadda... 'bout..." "Tom?" "Tom's fine." "He's fine." "So, when tomorrow?" "Oh." "She said she could see us at 2." "Okay." "You know, Bob, this may not pan out, but from what I've read about Dr. Turnbull's research, it'll be worth the trip." "Okay." "I guess I should go home." "I'll take you." "Okay?" "Here, get your coat on." " David..." " There ya go." "I... you..." "Well, hey hey..." "We're gonna fix you." "Okay, good..." "Yeah, bye." " Looks like Craig's gonna make it." " That's good news." "How's Rachel?" "She's hanging in there." "Dr. Turnbull will see you now." "Oh great." "Come on, Bob." "We've been studying ways to repair optic nerve damage for several years now." "What we're doing is we're injecting a solution containing self-assembling peptides into the damaged area." "The idea is that they build a nano-fiber trellis in the space between the torn axons." "And along with the peptides, we also inject growth factors, which help encourage nerve growth." "And the nerve rebuilds itself using the nano-trellis as support." " Optic nerve regeneration." " Am I a candidate?" "Well, let's start by saying that... we have never performed a human trial." "But you're ready to proceed to human trials." "Well, let's see here." "You do have severe glaucoma, right?" "You've been on a regimen of miotic eye drops." "You have 30% of your vision and that situation seems sustainable." "I mean, it's an imperfect universe, but" " we learn to cope." " I have no peripheral vision." "In dim light conditions, I'm virtually blind." "But your situation is manageable." "You stay on your meds," " you won't go totally blind." " Yeah, but... let's just say Bob had these nanotrellises inserted tomorrow." " What's the worst-case scenario?" " You're asking me to speculate." "Try it." "It's fun." "Okay, well..." "In our work with hamsters, we have had an 85% success rate." "However, when the procedure fails, our test subjects are left totally blind." "So, how do we proceed?" "Well, on your end, you're gonna have to decide whether you're willing to risk" " total blindness." " And at your end?" "I have to consult with our backers to make sure we're ready for human trial." "I'd be more than happy to meet them, discuss the situation." "I'll set it up." "Marking his territory." "This specimen could go..." "I don't know, 600 pounds." "Alright, this guy here... is bear 4-7-7-A's living room." "We are gonna bait him in... tonight." "Hey, I thought that..." "camera was for scientific purposes only." "Oh, yeah?" " Fuck off." "Turn that thing off." " No." "That's it." "Keep it coming, baby." "What's that?" "Get the pepper spray!" "Oh." "Hello." " Hey, you got a minute?" " I do." "I did some digging into Robbie McCain..." " Molly!" " Uncle Wes." "Hey kid." "Still not feeling well?" "No." "And they couldn't find my Dad." "So..." " I asked them to bring me here." " You did the right thing." "It's good to see you." "Still feeling sick?" "I've been barfing a lot, lately." "Okay." "You know what..." "We... are gonna go back to my place." "Get a movie for you." "And I will try and find your Dad." "And if I can't get him, and you're still not well, we'll go see a doctor." " Let's go." " Thanks, Uncle Wes." "I did some digging into Robbie McCain." " What you got?" " Robbie McCain." "Born 1967, Pontiac, Michigan." "Graduated MIT, 1987." "3.6 grade point average." " Three-point-six?" " Yeah." "Doesn't sound like the grades of a guy who single-handedly built smallpox." "No." " There's more." " Like what?" "He never really held a position of any consequence, anywhere." "Mostly worked as a lab tech." "From all accounts, a good, solid technician." "What about when he was at DARPA?" "He was a project analyst." "Yeah, 1993 to 2000." "He's been in the BYU Zoology Department ever since." "Zoology?" "He wouldn't have had any access to Level 3 containment." "No cell culture hoods, no PCR machines, no gel electrophoresis rig, David." " He couldn't have built smallpox there." " Just a regular, by-the-book scientist, working in a zoology lab." "Yep." "Family man." "Close to his wife." "Doesn't seem the guy who takes the world hostage." "So there had to be another facility, right?" "And help?" " Shit." " Take that." " Yeah, thanks, Mayko." " No worries." "Carl, we have a situation." " Can it wait?" "I'm sort of busy." " I'm sorry about what happened to Craig but sometimes the job can't wait for our personal problems." "Alright." "What is it?" " Robbie McCain." " What about him?" "He didn't work for DARPA and he didn't work alone." "Means there are others he was working with, and who the fuck knows what they're gonna do with the smallpox." "Let it go, David." "We're talking about smallpox here." "Okay," "Robbie McCain did work for DARPA." "No, he didn't." "He worked in a zoology lab." "That was his cover." "None of his lab co-workers actually knew what he was working on." "What was he working on?" "He was part of a team." "They were trying to establish if terrorists could... build a smallpox virus using the Internet." "The United States government was building smallpox?" "He was one of the technicians on the project." "Apparently, after his wife's death, he jumped the other side of the fence." " With a couple of samples." " Yeah." "Two." "One for you and one for Grand Central Station." "How long have you known about this?" "I just found out." "Well, why the fuck didn't anybody tell us?" "!" "Look, David, DARPA is so top secret that even I didn't know about it." "Let me guess:" "it was an issue of national security." "He was also gonna take it public along with you." "A Scopes Monkey Trial for the ages." "So you shot him." "No, they told him to stop." " He chose to run." " Oh, this is such bullshit!" "You know, I have absolutely no interest in debating this with you any further." "I've got more important things to look after." "Oh fuck!" "I want to be arrested and tried." "But the real trial, see, will be the state of science." "A Scopes Monkey trial for the ages, eh?" "Fucker heard my conversation." "I know you're here somewhere, motherfucker." "I know you're here somewhere." "Hey, Eliot, it's Wes." "We're at the doctor's right now." "It might be just a flu, I don't know." "Get back to us when you can." "Molly could really use you right now." "What is it?" "Is she okay?" "Oh, she's fine, Wes." "A healthy little girl." "Then what is it?" "Are her mom and dad here with you?" "No, uh..." "I haven't been able to get in touch with them." "Look, my brother's gone through some really rough times." "And..." "Molly spent time with me growing up." "Wes..." "Your niece is pregnant." " She's twelve." " I know." "And she's 11 weeks pregnant." "There you are, you son of a bitch." "Molly's pregnant." "What about the virgin birth?" "That's a story in the Bible." "I'm having God's baby." "It's as though animals are learning an aggressive behaviour." "They're becoming better killers." "That's my son!" "Just in case you don't recognize him with half his face falling off!" "And that's what's left of his partner, Tom." "Okay?" "He wasn't my friend," "Dad." "He was... my lover." "Now he's dead." "Dr. Sandström, I'd like to introduce you to Titus Myerbridge from Auflander Docheimer Industries." " Yeah." " Anyway, David has it all set up." "That nano-trellis procedure." " You're gonna go through with that?" " Mayko, I want my eyesight back." " David doesn't see any alternative." " David." "If you don't want to go through with this..." "You just say the word and we'll cancel." "But I have to."