Parts Per Billion Page #2

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Just in the last

several minutes, it's really...

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

We are no longer receiving reports

from the following cities

and municipalities...

Boston and the Boston

metropolitan area,

- Bridgeport and the...

- Philadelphia...

- Baltimore...

- "Then the fifth angel

poured out his bowel

on the throne of the beast,

and His kingdom became

full of darkness

and they gnawed their tongues

because of the pain..."

- Jesus Christ!

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

- "They shall become refuse on the ground."

The following is a bulletin from

the Emergency Management Agency.

If concentrations in your area have

exceeded 80 parts per billion,

you must take immediate shelter and remain

where you are for a minimum of eight days.

State authorities will continue

to broadcast hourly updates

as long as emergency networks

remain operational.

What does that even mean,

"parts per billion"?

Per billion what?

Per billion of whatever else

was out there, I guess.

It's a beautiful day.

Not a cloud in the sky.

We could read something.

Sure.

Remember this?

Oh, that.

That was a moment of weakness.

Well, at least we're not

going to get divorced now.

It's so clear out, baby.

The birds up there, they're

just flying around.

It's too bad we aren't birds.

I wonder what they're feeling.

Like their favorite

TV show got canceled.

I could talk to you

for another 20 years.

Aw, shut up.

I mean it. I was just

thinking it the other day.

I just realized that...

that you're my wife.

It took me practically till

just now to really believe it.

We're going to have

to go to Children's.

What?

There are no more canisters here.

We're going to have to go

to Children's Hospital.

Okay.

- Oh, my God.

- Don't look.

Oh, God. That looks like...

that sweet nurse in Cardiology.

Sarah. Her name was Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah? Sarah. Sarah.

- Mr. Sachs, I...

- Wait a minute.

Look, I know you're busy, but

I need a favor from you.

It's for my wife. She's in there

waiting to see Dr. Henderson.

They took her off life support.

They took her out of ICU.

We're just waiting, Sarah.

Well, we have an emergency...

Well, this is an emergency!

You understand?!

This is an emergency,

Sarah! She's dying!

And the doctor's just taken

a three-hour coffee break.

- Mr. Sachs...

- I'm sorry.

I know you're a good person.

Esther and I really think of you

as someone close to us,

like you're really family.

Please, I'm begging you.

Just come with me.

Help me. Help me get her

to ICU. Come on.

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do

that. We have an emergency... Mr. Sachs?

Mr. Sachs!

Jacob! Get me an oxygen unit.

- Jacob, get me an oxygen unit, now.

- Yes, right.

Mr. Sachs? Lift your

head up for me.

Try to breathe normally.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

- I've gotta go.

- Wait, wait.

Listen to me.

It's a biological attack.

- Isn't it?

- They don't know.

People can't breathe...

old people...

kids...

animals are okay.

We only have about three hours...

It has to do with how much

material is in the air.

And winds and...

if it gets up to more than

35 parts per billion,

you're going to need one of

these to survive, Sarah.

Now listen to me. Listen.

You got to get one.

Not a charcoal filter. Pure oxygen.

You'll be able to last

eight days. Okay?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Good luck.

Nurse!

I have to go!

"Connect me to something.

Give me something,"

I said. You know?

"Give me something, Counsel.

Give me something that connects

my client eating baba ghanoush

at some streetside cafe

somewhere in...

do we even know where

this was taken, Tracy?"

And then Tracy said...

And then I said, "No, the prosecution

just gave us Exhibit 345,

defendants Hightower,

Esselen, and Sachs

and 'unidentified man.' 1979."

"So, please. Help me out here,"

I said, looking sort of baffled.

"Give me whatever it is you're hanging your

case on so that I can defend my client.

But don't keep giving me

exhibit after exhibit,

so-called 'fact' after

so-called 'fact'

that doesn't add up

to A... trade secrets,

B... any of your employees actually

compromising your trade secrets, or C...

any material damages done to your

company's overseas interests,

because if opposing

counsel doesn't or can't,

or for whatever

reason, they won't...

Your Honor, I respectfully request

that you dismiss the

case against my client."

And the judge dismissed it.

You guys? We're...

we're evacuating the building.

The news, then a proliferation

of rumors and hearsay, and then

almost street by street...

Hey, man. Leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

Hey, man. I'm leaving

a message, dude.

Did you... if you're watching TV,

there's a...

anyway, turn on the TV.

It has something to

do with the war.

We're supposed to...

conflicting reports

of trade winds...

So, um...

meet me back at the house.

And...

please change your outgoing

message, though, baby.

Seriously.

But efforts to keep citizens calm

and encourage them to

maintain their normal...

I'm gonna take you

left, then right...

- Ah!

- Busted!

Surprise myself!

Ah! Take it back right here.

And then I'm gonna score again.

Perfect defense.

Oh, yeah! That's game, baby!

- No, no, no.

- That's game.

No.

Okay, so here's the deal.

If I sink this, right here,

you let me pay you back.

You don't owe me anything, man.

You see, that's exactly the kind of talk

that won't be allowed if I make this shot.

What happens if you miss?

Uh...

You know, this is really gonna

determine my inner morality.

If I miss, then you never

have to hear about it again.

How's that? Okay?

Borrowed your Jeep, f***ed up

the transmission, we're square.

But if I make it, you

accept the cash.

All right, I'll trust

your subconscious.

You hear that, Rick's subconscious?

You don't really want him

to make this shot, do ya?

Make him miss.

You're just... you're

gonna stand right there?

You never said anything

about where I could stand.

- Okay. Okay.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

It doesn't really matter.

That doesn't bother me.

- 'Cause you know why?

- Why?

'Cause I got it like that.

I give up.

Nice work on the Sachs case.

Thanks.

Where are you going?

Home.

That's it?

That's it.

Whatever.

Let's not end this on a bad note.

You're a wonderful guy,

and who knows what

would have happened

if we had met before.

But it was never a question.

There was in my mind.

I'm sorry.

It's the end of the world.

If it really is the end of the

world, how funny, you know?

For once, it really would

be when it feels that way.

How romantic.

Anyway, turn on the TV.

It has something to do

with the war.

Meet me back at the house

and please change your outgoing

message, though, baby.

- Come on, come on. Let's go.

- Seriously.

I'm starting to tighten

up a little bit.

Let's go.

What?

She told me to turn on the TV.

- She wants me

to meet her at home. - Now?

Yeah.

- So you're...?

- Sorry, man.

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