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No!

Damn.

Thanks for the present, Bennie.

I guess we're in the same business.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Don't want to keep the roaches waiting.

- Hey, Mike. Watch your step.

- Yeah, yeah.

- These tracks are still live?

- Williams, over here.

Jesus Christ.

What happened to him?

I don't think he got electrocuted.

What's going on with his eyes?

Don't know yet.

We'll have to wait for the autopsy.

What did this guy see to leave

an expression like that?

Any witnesses?

Not to the accident. A guy went to grab

a paper out of the newsstand.

When he came back,

the victim was like this.

According to this guy, his eyes

were bleeding prior to the swan dive.

- Must have been into computers.

- His name's Polidori.

He and another guy wrote the book.

Must have tried to stop the train with

it. Had to pry it out of his fingers.

Now all we need is the leading lady.

- You want one?

- No, thanks.

Give it up, Mike. The Feds

are covering that now. It's over.

The Feds haven't done sh*t.

Not hearing from him

doesn't mean he's stopped.

You're pissed off because this Doctor guy

keeps sending you love letters.

Everyone has cases they can't crack.

Don't let it f*** with your head.

What now?

Get him out of here. Put him

in a holding pen, an empty one.

And get someone to translate

whatever language he's speaking.

Jesus Christ.

Check him for a passport, an ID,

something in f***ing English.

It says he's a German exchange student,

Dieter Schrader.

Lives over in the Village.

Here's the address.

Call the health bunnies, DOH.

Find out if there's some bug going

around, something with bloody eyes.

They can send someone to meet me

at his apartment.

Sykes! Leave the doughnut shop here.

Let's go! Come on.

Johnny!

Know any German?

- I can sing "She Loves You" in German.

- Great. That'll help.

Police!

Anyone here?

Artists.

- I wouldn't touch her just yet.

- Jesus.

Actually, Terry Huston,

Department of Health.

- Detective Reilly. You got here fast.

- Yeah.

Goddamn it.

God!

- What do you make of this?

- This is really fascinating.

She's displaying possible signs of a

hemorrhagic virus. Something like Ebola.

Excuse me.

- Reilly.

- "Reilly, we got a problem. "

Sykes! Hello? Sykes? What are

you doing? Call the coroner.

Yeah, right.

Jesus.

What is it?

You better get back to the station.

I got a dead girI, a woman from DOH

saying we have a serious problem.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- "I think you better get back here. "

And bring the DOH with you.

Do you have a plastic bag?

- That's evidence.

- Yeah.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- That's German. It means "murderer. "

- I got that. What's with the 48?

Don't know.

Barlow, what happened here?

The guys said he was talking

to himself. That's it.

We'll know more when we get him

to the morgue.

All right, stand back.

Great.

Should we be in one of those suits

they're wearing?

- We're probably already infected.

- So we could all just be dying here?

What is it with you people?

You just let this sh*t run wild?

Thanks.

Serum paneI is all clear.

It's not a virus.

So we're back at square one.

We've got the camcorder.

Sorry about the space patroI,

but we had to be sure.

No problem. I love needles stuck in me.

It's a hobby of mine.

So you like working with bugs

and viruses?

Someone's got to do it. Otherwise,

disease spreads out of controI.

You do the same thing.

At least I can see what I'm dealing with.

This other sh*t creeps me out.

I hate germs and...

Diseases.

What about bugs?

I pretty much hate them too.

- You know you sleep with bugs?

- What?

You sleep with bugs.

No, I don't, actually.

Yeah, you do. Everyone does.

Dust mites. They're in your carpets,

in your bed.

They look like little lobsters.

In fact, they're distant relatives.

- You're enjoying this, aren't you?

- I just don't get out much.

I can see that.

I'm sorry.

I'm being inconsiderate,

making you uncomfortable.

I'm so used to seeing through a lens,

I forget how intimidating a camera can be.

I'm doing a little film

at the Wilton Theatre, and...

You know, I can't say this

without it sounding like a line, but...

I was filming you because you

happen to be the perfect leading lady.

Do you mean that?

I can't promise anything...

...but come by the theater tonight...

...I'll put you in front of the camera,

see what happens.

You have to punch this button.

Then you can record us.

Hard to believe that's the same guy.

Wait!

- I can watch this later.

- Wait a second.

The guy's losing it.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The sun's out.

Another storm coming.

Sh*t!

I got a ticket.

I think I can take care of this

for you.

Really?

So I'll see you later?

Thanks.

Terry, could you come in here?

Mr. Turnbull?

Did you want something?

No.

Yeah.

What happened with the German kids?

Is it Ebola?

No. I don't even think it's a virus.

- What, then?

- I don't know.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Let me know if you hear anything, okay?

Sure.

- Where did your computer go?

- Broke.

I sent it in for repair.

- Playing on the Internet too much?

- Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna go finish my report.

Hot!

Cause of death appears to be a stroke

brought on by a surge of adrenaline.

No signs of violence

except the bleeding.

Hi, you must be Terry Huston.

I'm Thana Brinkman.

One moment.

Severe rupturing to the ocular

blood vessels. I can't account for it.

Heart is completely engorged.

There's a massive hemorrhage

to the cerebraI cortex.

Death was instantaneous.

End report.

- So it was a stroke.

- Unless lab tests find something else.

There's no known virus,

bacteria or virulent protein.

Excuse me.

Brinkman.

We have another one.

Oh, my God.

It's Eddie Turnbull.

Did your husband have

any medicaI problems?

Any condition that would contribute

to his sudden death?

Other than the chain-smoking

and the chronic stress?

I tried to warn him. It never bothered

him untiI these last couple of days.

He got kind of sick,

started seeing things.

- What kind of things?

- Crazy things.

Said someone was watching him.

Kept talking about a little girI.

There was no little girI.

I think he worked himself to death.

Always working.

Always on his computer.

You know what's odd, though?

It was like he was afraid of it.

Mrs. Turnbull, do you mind

if we take this?

Now, you and I share

a great responsibility...

...to them.

They've come to watch

but also to learn.

We will provide a lesson...

...that reducing relationships...

...to anonymous, electronic impulses...

...is a perversion.

But here, we offer intimacy.

So tell us about yourself,

who you are, where you're from.

Do you have brothers and sisters?

Did you dream of being a ballerina

when you grew up?

You're gonna kill me, aren't you?

Of course I'm gonna kill you.

The Internet offers birth,

sex, commerce...

...seduction, proselytizing,

politics...

...posturing.

Death is a logicaI component.

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