Isle of the Dead Page #3

Too bad you can't say the same

for your men.

How did the pathogen escape?

What are you implying, soldier?

I have been running this

facility by myself for ten

years.

I have protocols. I don't need

your questions.

Okay. You don't have to answer

my questions,

but I don't think HQ is going

to be quite so patient.

Oh you think that you could...

Gibson:
What's so funny?

I'm not going anywhere.

The work that I've been

doing here is far to

important to abandon.

Your "work" ended ten years ago.

My initial research, yes.

But what I have been working on

since the incident, Mikaela, it

is very interesting.

So you've been continuing your

research?

We're scientists.

Wouldn't you?

I said, I discovered a cure.

For what?

For death.

Do you want to see?

This is patient 9166.

She had been infected

nearly seven years by the

time I found her.

With the pathogen having

affected nearly every organism

on the island.

Coupled with a mortality rate of

nearly one hundred percent,

finding a cure for the virus was

challenging.

I had to find a way to reverse

the effects of the virus. At

least to slow its progression.

And it was during my lab,

Myopia, we call it.

I discovered it had an

amazing effect on human death.

You can see, the effects are

just fascinating.

You're experimenting on

your own people.

No, no, no, no. Not people,

Lieutenant. They are cadavers.

They're just a little more

animated.

So after all the tests and all

the death, your research hasn't

yielded any progress.

There are many ways to

gauge progress, Lieutenant.

And, my theory is that I have

made remarkable strides in

modern medicine.

And fortunately, I had no

shortage of raw material

to work with.

Sans, of course, healthy

subjects.

How do you get away with

them not attacking you?

Time.

Lots of time.

I have lived with them.

I have worked with them.

And, I understand them.

You can almost say I've, uh,

domesticated them.

Oh my god!

Do not touch it!

They are not toys.

See.

This one is nearly healed.

How can you call this medicine?

All is I see is a horror show.

Wexler:
That's because you're

looking at it through laymen's

eyes.

What good does this do?

Well aside from the myriad of

gene therapies, each one of

these individuals--

Cadavers.

...victims... would have

suffered an agonizing death,

only to rise up again.

I saved them from that.

I gave them, I gave them a gift.

And what's that?

What we all want.

A second chance.

I'd rather be dead than some

mindless pet.

They're not mindless.

Henderson:
What?

See? They're interacting.

That's correct.

You're a perceptive as

your mother.

They have formed rudimentary

social structure.

They're actually highly

trainable.

I realized that if I focused on

the cortex thickness,

that I can actually alter--

Would you like to meet

a miracle?

Cheryl.

Come here.

Wexler?

Cheryl.

How's my favorite patient today?

Feeling great.

When can I leave?

I want to go home to my family.

I know, I know, and you will.

You need to rest first, but

your day will come soon.

Visitors.

Welcome.

Good evening.

Good evening.

How are you?

Feeling a lot better than

yesterday.

Doctor Wexler is a genius.

Yes. Yes, he is.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Okay, okay, Cheryl...

Thank you.

Then why is the jungle full

of monsters?

Why not just do that for

everybody?

Because you can't cure it.

You can only suppress it.

That's it, isn't it?

That's exactly it.

There is no true way to reverse

the effects of the virus.

But you can keep it in check.

If you catch it on time,

there's an eighty-six-point-five

percent chance of arresting the

virus spread.

Of the thirteen and a half

percent left, most will succumb

to the virus

and then you just dispose of

them by destroying the

hypothalamus.

Most.

Wexler:
What?

You just "most" of the thirteen

whatever remaining can be

destroyed by ripping

out the hypothalamus.

I'm not a scientist but if

most can be killed that way,

what's left?

Wexler:
Any population

exposed to a virus,

a certain percentage is going to

display an anomalous reaction.

This is why some people get the

flu even though they've had

their flu shots.

It's very simple.

Gibson:
This isn't the flu,

is it, Colonel?

This is a super-mutated

weaponized strain of Ebola.

So forgive me if I'm a little

curious as to what

that "anomalous reaction"

might look like.

The anomalies.

There's much more than I could

possibly-- But it doesn't--

Um, there are accommodations on

the level below, if you'd like

to spend the night.

Uh, the building is 100% secure.

Sure you will be safe.

-Henderson:
Sure...right.

Thank you, Colonel.

We have a slight problem.

We lost our GPS beacon

in the melee outside.

Unless we can relocate that

beacon and check in.

They're going to be lighting

this whole island up like the

4th of July.

Oh okay.

What's the time frame?

About 5 hours.

Okay, uh...

I will help you locate the

beacon. But then I think it's

best to all leave.

I will guide you to the beach

through a path in the jungle

that I use that is.

generally clear.

Thank you, Colonel.

In the mean time, Jerome, Pugh,

will pack up your things.

-No.

As I said...

I'm not going anywhere.

Colonel.

You're coming with us.

No, I was very clear about this.

I am not going to leave my

research. We went over this.

My orders from HQ--

- I don't care what your

orders are!

Mikaela:
Dad!

Please, just don't.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No one is going to steal my work

and pervert it.

No you. Not the government.

Especially, not him.

You can either come with us

willingly, Colonel.

Or we can take you by force.

Come on. It's like

birds and fish--

Contain him!

Contain it!

Pugh:
He's turning!

He's turning!

Taking him out!

Taking him out!

Mikaela:
Shut up! Shut up!

Henderson:
Shoot him! Gibson,

shoot him!

Gibson:
Doc!

Talk to me!

Coat? Jacket?

What?

Coat...Pocket...

Okay, coat pocket.

The serum's in his lab coat,

just wait!

You have 5 seconds, doc!

Henderson:
Doc, whatever you're

going to do, do it now!

Got it!

-You have 5 seconds, doc!

-Gibson:
5!

Jesus Christ! He's turning!

Just shoot him!

Gibson:
4!

3!

- I'm taking a shot!

- 2!

Shot him!

- Gibson:
1!

It's working.

It's working.

Well, this is plan B.

Get him up!

Kurtis:
What are we

waiting for? Let's go!

Henderson:
This is the window of

opportunity, I say we take it.

We're leaving.

Now!

No, no, no! I'm not going

anywhere without him!

He's a compromise--

Mikaela:
he's my father!

He is a compromised asset!

We are leaving!

Henderson:
He so much as

twitches, I'm going to put a

bullet on his brain.

You make one move towards him

and I'm cutting those off.

Try me.

Calm down.

Doc, we're leaving.

Listen, with this, I was able to

have control before.

Now that I know what to do, I

can do it again.

We take him on the chopper, he

compromises everyone.

You're the scientist.

You tell me what happens if we

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