Outbreak Page #18

GILLESPIE:

So you're going to wipe out this

entire town -- kill everyone in

it?

FORD:

The virus is going to reach the

river.

GILLESPIE:

Take the people who are well and

get them out!

FORD:

If even one were sick, no matter

where we were, the disease would

start again.

Beat, Gillespie knows he's right.

GILLESPIE:

Your only hope is to look for the

host.

FORD:

I did -- for thirty years.

GILLESPIE:

Let me.

(CONTINUED)

102.

CONTINUED:

FORD:

You might be contaminated.

GILLESPIE:

I know I'm not.

FORD:

We have facilites to hold a few

people in quarantine. Get out

now. Take your team.

GILLESPIE:

Izzy is sick, Robby infected.

Beat.

FORD:

I'm sorry.

Beat.

GILLESPIE:

Wipe out the town, wipe out Motaba.

And you're still the only one in

the world who's got the virus.

matter what, your program's

No

secure.

FORD:

That's not a consideration.

GILLESPIE:

Bullshit!

CUT TO:

BL-4 LAB - OFFICE (09:10)

Pages spit out of the fax. As WALLY gathers them up, we

see the cover page:

INSERT - COVER PAGE

From:
Lisa Aronson, M.D.

To:
Colonel Gillespie, M.D.

RE:
Biotest Animal Inventory

Mike -- Here is the list of every animal

imported by Biotest during the last six

months...

BACK TO SCENE:

Salt looks outside, worried:

103.

SALT'S POV

A Black Hawk helicopter takes off. Soldiers gather

around a second Black Hawk and start to load their gear.

The BioWar Defense Unit is pulling out of the town.

BACK TO SCENE:

HOLD on Salt's face: scared.

Robby has as yet no sign of the fever. She and Gillespie

pour over the fax from Lisa Aronson.

WALLY:

Colonel, we gotta go now.

Beat. Mike and Robby exchange a glance, knowing this may

be the last time they're together.

ROBBY:

No goodbyes. It's bad luck.

ANOTHER ANGLE - ON GILLESPIE

desperately torn, not wanting to leave her.

ROBBY:

I'm glad you were here.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOSPITAL HELICOPTER LANDING AREA

Salt carries a decontamination unit on his back,

Gillespie a cellular phone and a black duffel bag as they

reach -

BLACK HAWK:

Where soldiers finish loading under the watchful eye of

SERGEANT MEYER.

SERGEANT MEYER:

Atten-shun!

The soldiers salute Gillespie and Salt.

GILLESPIE:

Sergeant, General Ford has ordered

us to decon all aircraft before

takeoff.

(CONTINUED)

104.

CONTINUED:

SERGEANT MEYER:

But we've been doing it at the

base, sir.

GILLESPIE:

Vector transmission is increasing

and airborne contamination must be

minimized. Pretty soon, Sergeant,

even that suit won't protect you.

SERGEANT MEYER:

(scared)

Yes, sir.

Salt takes hold of Sergeant Meyer's walkie-talkie. The

Sergeant is puzzled by this but says nothing as Salt

sprays it thoroughly with disinfectant before handing it

back. He sprays the outside of the chopper, then moves

inside.

SERGEANT MEYER:

The pilot is inside, sir!

GILLESPIE:

I'll get him out.

CUT TO:

OUTSIDE CHOPPER - SECONDS LATER

Sergeant Meyer reacts as the big rotor blades start to

turn. The chopper begins to rise:

SERGEANT MEYER:

What the hell?

Sergeant Meyer reaches for his walkie-talkie, but it

won't work. He slams it down.

INT. CHOPPER - FLYING OVER COMMAND CENTER

The pilot, WARRANT OFFICER DETERICH barks into his radio:

WARRANT OFFICER DETERICH

Den mother, this is Naked Zulu.

Going to decon.

RADIO (V.O.)

Roger, that, Naked Zulu.

PULL BACK to reveal Gillespie holding a gun against

Deterich's head.

(CONTINUED)

105.

CONTINUED:

GILLESPIE:

Nice and easy now.

The Black Hawk cruises over the camp, blending right in

with half-a-dozen other choppers going in all directions.

CUT TO:

COMMAND CENTER - FORD'S OFFICE

Sergeant Meyer stands nervously at attention, trying to

avoid the eyes of General McClintock, who's fit to be

tied.

In a rapidly moving DOLLY SHOT, McClintock leaves Meyer

and approaches General Ford, who is on the phone.

McCLINTOCK

Your Colonel Gillespie has

commandeered one of our

helicopters.

CLOSE ON FORD:

Just the hint of astonishment. Then he regains his usual

composure:

McCLINTOCK

Gillespie has become a vector of

the disease. Mobilize all

resources to find him.

CUT TO:

EXT. ISOLATED STRETCH OF OREGON COAST (10:00)

Warrant Officer Deterich, dressed in underwear, huddles

against a huge rock. A pile of rations lie beside him.

GILLESPIE:

There's food and water for two

days. They'll find you by then.

Gillespie slips on Deterich's uniform, Salt pulls on

Gillespie's.

GILLESPIE:

You never expected to make Colonel

this fast, did you, Salt?

CUT TO:

106.

INT/EXT. BLACK HAWK

Hovering above Deterich. Salt opens the throttle; the

CHOPPER ROARS down the coast and Deterich becomes nothing

but a dot in a cove shut off by soaring cliffs on one

side and the ocean on the other.

Salt keeps the chopper just feet above the whitecaps.

GILLESPIE:

Not bad for somebody who hasn't

flown in six years.

SALT:

Seven. Want to see my loop-dloop?

He pulls the wheel, brining the nose up to a high angle

of attack.

Gillespie looks panicked. Salt levels out the chopper.

SALT:

Just kidding, sir.

Gillespie studies the air map of the Pacific Ocean.

GILLESPIE:

Cut inland at Klamath River and

keep this mountain ridge between

us and Oregon.

SALT:

To San Jose, sir?

GILLESPIE:

No. Ford will anticipate that.

SALT:

Lisa Aronson sent us all the

shipping records...

GILLESPIE:

No, not all... Just the ones

Biotest had.

COMPUTER KEYS POUND.

SUPERIMPOSE:
KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON -- 10:10

TWO F-15 EAGLES

SCREAM down the runway and lift off. Within seconds,

more follow.

107.

EXT. ABOVE OREGON COASTAL FOREST

McClintock's Apache sweeps above the forest. The radar

screen indicates a return. McClintock picks up the radio:

McCLINTOCK

Portland regional, please

identify transponder 2CAW442.

Over.

TRAFFIC CONTROLLER (V.O.)

That's another light plane, number

86221 Zebra, registered

Corvallis...

McClintock grimaces.

McCLINTOCK

Where the hell's that A.W.A.C.S.?

PILOT:

Sir, they're comin' from Oklahoma.

The radio crackles:

F-15 PILOT (V.O.)

Got a low target sitting on the

coast. Going down for visual.

INTERCUT WITH:

INSIDE BLACK HAWK HELICOPTER

Where Salt sees a blip on the radar screen.

SALT:

Problems.

He pushes the wheel down, and the camouflaged-painted

chopper descends into a tight ravine between two rocks.

The blades whirl inches from disaster. Gillespie holds

his breath; so does Salt who tries to hold the Black Hawk

motionless. We hear a SONIC BOOM. The F-15 streaks

overhead.

Gillespie and Salt exchange a glance. Have they been

seen or not?

I've lost it.

F-15 PILOT (V.O.)

Possible bird

flock.

The plane turns inland.

again.

Gillespie and Salt breathe

108.

INT. McCLINTOCK'S APACHE

McCLINTOCK

(into radio)

General, Gillespie could now be

anywhere inside a thousand mile

radius, and if he's landed, we

got no way to track him.

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