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Oh, my God.

Sweet Jesus.

That's enough, Colonel.

I said that's enough!

That is a human being,

remember?

That man just killed four people.

Remember that, Major.

I... I couldn't help...

You know, I should...

I should report you.

Colonel Falcons, come in.

Falcons here.

Tell me you got it.

We got it.

Good man.

Bring it downstairs.

Right away.

You killed four of my men, Mr. Hammond.

Who's there?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to kill 'em.

I understand.

Don't like it,

but I understand.

Self-preservation,

the instinct of every

living organism on Earth.

A computer,

on the other hand,

lacks instinct,

and yet we rely on them

to fight our wars.

My point is we depend

too much on technology.

Human error can be

just as dangerous, sir.

Oh, don't get me wrong,

Falcons.

There's a time and place

for machines,

but at the end of the day,

it's boots on the ground

that win wars.

What do you want from me?

I want you to serve

your country, son.

Bring him in.

W-What in the hell

is going on in here?

Let's see how tough you are.

Administer the serum.

What's that for, sir?

Let's see what

these things can do.

Ooh.

Oh.

Mr. Hammond.

I had a feeling about him.

Count yourselves lucky, men.

You're witnessing a new era,

the most significant advance in

warfare since the Predator drone.

Put it down.

Transmission occurs through saliva,

not by blood,

so anyone with

a nonlethal bite wound

becomes immediately infected,

and as soon as their heart rate spikes,

they become feral

and lash out

at anyone in their way.

You believe there's a cure?

Theoretically

we can synthesize one

if we have antibodies

to use as a blueprint.

If we can find Patient Zero,

they may have that blueprint.

Excuse me, General.

Could I, uh, have a word

with you, sir?

Of course, Major.

Uh, in private.

Excuse me.

I just saw a man

in the coroner's office

who had his throat torn out.

That was

Mr. Hammond's work,

the man you

chased down earlier.

He attacked again,

and we had to act.

Both men were killed

in the process.

Well, I'd really like to

see that surveillance tape.

Of course, Major.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna

go down to the airport.

With any luck,

perhaps I can identify Patient Zero.

Excuse me.

Major Hoffman,

Dr. Ellen Gordon, CDC.

Nice to meet you.

Would you please look

for any signs of anxiety

or erratic behavior

among passengers

in the security footage?

That seems to be

the primary indicator

of an impending morphosis.

Start in Customs.

Witnesses report seeing

the first attacks here.

Okay. Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

General.

Mm-hmm.

We don't want to keep you from your work,

Doctor.

Yes, sir.

You see, Colonel?

Men like Hoffman,

all they want is reassurance

that we're all

on the same side.

But, sir, are you sure

we want a cure?

It'll be produced

on a mass scale.

Only if its discovery got out.

I'd be more than happy

to keep Hoffman quiet.

He's just doing his job.

He just wants to understand

the canines' origins

and behavior.

I want to see if they

can track a target.

I think this

little excursion of his

may present us all with an

opportunity to get what we want.

Like I said,

cooperation.

Major Hoffman, USAMRIID.

What the hell?

Major Hoffman.

Max Stevens,

Director of Border Customs

and Security at JFK.

Would you, uh,

come with me, please?

One of those things got into

the surveillance hub

and destroyed the place,

so security cameras

are useless,

but I got something better.

These haven't even

been made public yet.

We're the first to

install them after Dubai.

Check it out.

Wow.

Oh, yeah.

That is incredible.

You can see every hair,

every wrinkle, every detail.

And this, this happened

before the attack?

41/2 minutes before.

Unfortunately,

this was the next.

See, the system only takes

an image every five minutes,

so by the time

it took this one,

the outbreak

had already started.

Every detail.

Could you go back

to the last image?

Wow.

Recognize her?

Yeah, it's that

wildlife photographer.

Think there's any chance

the camera survived?

You kidding me?

That's professional-grade

Japanese engineering.

That thing

is built for the field.

It'll take a licking

and keep on ticking.

You have it?

Yeah. I got it.

Come on.

SLR's a good camera.

There's 10 times the resolution

of most point-and-shoots.

Of course, most people

don't realize that.

I can't tell you how many

things get left behind

when people are trying

to make a flight,

as if it's worth

losing 2K on a laptop.

This is like my own Fort Knox in here.

Let's see.

Photography.

Ah, here we go.

Eh, hardly a scratch.

Thanks.

Need another look?

I got it.

Then you have your mission.

I get this done,

you'll keep your word, right?

Absolutely.

Your family will be transferred

from Wards

to a private facility.

Look at this.

You see that?

That's the day before JFK.

Heh. It happened before.

Huh?

Look, that's what she

was trying to tell me.

She got bitten before

she got to the airport.

General, Hoffman here.

I think we found Patient Zero.

Her name's Donna Voorhees.

Time to go to work.

Now!

We know she came in

on Canadian...

Stop!

I don't want to kill you.

Okay?

I don't want to hurt you.

Just you stay calm.

Now listen to me.

There's still part of you

that's human.

You understand that?

Good.

So you're the one

who's in control here.

Okay?

Okay?

You stay calm.

No!

General, Hoffman's still alive.

Could you do me a favor

and find out everything you

can about Donna Voorhees...

where she came from,

where she went,

who she might have

come in contact with?

What are you looking for?

Well,

I need solid evidence that she was bitten

before she walked

into that terminal.

Gotta make sure no one

else was infected.

You got it.

All right.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's a black wolf.

They're very rare,

most common in North America,

uh, the result of domesticated

dogs mating with feral wolves.

Early Canadian settlers,

they thought

they were wolf men.

Okay,

so we have this wildlife photographer...

Right. So she

goes to Canada.

She takes a picture of a wolf.

Obviously she gets

a little too close.

Bites her, and she gets

back on the plane.

She travels back to New York,

ends up infecting

the whole damn airport.

I uploaded an image

on the, uh, system mainframe.

If I'm right,

it should be our girl.

General, I put a call in

to the White House...

Let's not jump

the gun, Hoffman.

Wait. Wait. What?

We need to get

our facts lined up.

If you're right about Voorhees,

the President will be

the first to know.

But, General, there's...

I think it's time we

called the White House

and let them know that Major

Hoffman can no longer be trusted.

Mr. Taylor.

Yes, sir.

Get DOD on the line.

Get me Secretary Woods.

Right away, sir.

Find this girl.

Yes, sir.

You kidding?

They ain't never letting us out.

They want to study us,

make us turn canine.

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