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I guess I'm a little paranoid.

Well, look.

If I come and sit beside

you everybody will think

we're together and you'll

be able to watch in peace.

All I ask is a couple

handfuls of popcorn.

Ok.

C'mon.

I'm going, Rosie.

I've left you some coffee on the

stove. Turn it off if you go out, OK?

OK. 'Bye.

Aren't you going

to wish me luck?

Are you OK?

Brushing my teeth.

Bye.

Good luck.

Thanks.

See you later.

You'll pardon me,

Mr. McLaren, but I think

the mayor should be taking this

epidemic more seriously than he is.

A city is a complex

machine, Mr. Lapointe.

Needs constant attention.

The mayor will listen to you, but you're

not the only one. It takes time...

- Why have we stopped, Clark?

- There is no way to get around this truck.

Well, isn't there anyone around?

- Do we have to turn around?

- Oh, here is somebody, sir.

Clark... roll down your window and

ask them why the road is blocked.

- It may be strike trouble. Be careful.

- Yes, sir.

They've got the disease!

Look at their eyes!

...we spoke with a director

of the World Health

Organization who had just

arrived from England

to take charge of liaison with Health

Bureaus in Western European countries.

Dr. Gentry, do you honestly feel

that this is a time for martial law?

I don't think there's any question

that martial law is needed

in the city of Montreal

at this point in time.

It's a necessity.

It has already been established

that victims of the disease,

and it is not rabies, though it may

be related to the rabies virus.

Victims of the disease

are beyond medical help

once it has established itself to the

degree of inducing violent behavior.

What you're saying, then,

Dr. Gentry, is that...

What I'm saying is very simple. It may

not be very palatable for your viewers.

Shooting down victims

of the disease is as

good a way of handling

them as we've got.

If we lock them up, they immediately go

into a coma and die shortly afterwards.

We've now got a vaccine that we think

will work in a preventative way,

but for those who are alread

incubating the disease...

- C'mon. Rose is waitin' for me.

- OK, kid. Let's go.

All those receiving

shots of the new

vaccine are being issued

plastic ID cards.

Viewers are urged not to leave their

homes unless absolutely necessary,

and are reminded

that if they do they

must carry their vaccine

cards with them.

Police, army, and militia

officers may demand to see them.

- Give me the keys.

- Here you are.

Remember to keep your

windows up and your

doors locked once you

get into the city.

Maybe the bug can't get

you now, but that...

...that won't protect

you from the crazies.

- Take care now.

- Thank you.

Bye.

Hi.

Mind if I sit down?

I don't mind.

Nothing like Christmas, huh?

Ah... you smoke?

You know... cigarettes?

Do you want a cigarette?

Have you got a light?

I lighter?

I'll ask that guy over

there for a light.

I'll be right back.

You gotta light, buddy?

Stop or I'll shot!

Stop!

Get out of the way!

Stop!

Christ!

Rose, are you home?

You never guess what happened

to me on the subway today.

The whole city's gone crazy.

Have you been out?

Have you gotten your shot?

I can't go out.

I can't go out.

What's been going on?

What's the matter with you?

Poor kid.

Well, don't worry.

I'm here and going

to take care of you.

...and the crisis has now

been officially granted

epidemic status by

officials of the WHO.

The Prime Minister was reluctant to

officially declare a state of emergency,

but as any citizen in

the streets can tell

you, martial law has

come to Montreal.

How long are wee

gonna be stuck here?

I can't believe it.

It's like we were at war.

Listen, Hart. We're going

to my place first.

I'm not going to relax until

I know that everything there's OK.

Once we're there, I'll give you the keys

to the car and you can go get your girl.

OK. Thanks.

Listen,

- phone me when you get there.

- Yeah, I will.

Look, maybe you should bring

Rose back here with you

until this thing blows over.

Yeah, ok.

- Listen, Murray.

- Yeah?

Thanks for the car, right.

- Don't forget to lock the door.

- Yeah.

- I'll see you soon.

- I'll call you.

Cecile!

I'm home.

Honey.

Cecile? I'm home.

Cecile!

Hey sweetie!

Cecile?

Cecile!

Honey!

I'm home.

Cecile?

Honey?

Oh, God!

That's it, Rosie.

You just get as much

sleep as you need.

Don't think about anything.

Let your mind drift.

And so after using

some rather elaborate

tracking procedures and

applying them to a map

we find that the disease

does in fact seem

to have a very specific

place of origin.

Which is...?

Which is the Keloid Clinic

of Cosmetic Surgery,

a few miles outside the

town of Camelford.

You can see with your own eyes

how everything has spread out from there

in geometrically increasing proportions.

Now this pattern, in

conjunction with some

of our other statistics,

indicates that

hthere is a strong

possibility that there is a

special factor at work in

the spread of the disease.

You mean a carrier.

Well, at the risk of setting off

a futile witch hunt... Yes.

Someone like the infamous Typhoid

Mary who incubates the disease

and transmits it, but is

herself immune to it.

What were they doing at the

Keloid Clinic, Dr. Gentry?

Ok, Jack. I got another.

Oh, no!

Rose, you can't!

It's dangerous out there.

Mindy. I don't

want it to be you.

Of course it should be me.

Who else but your

best friend, Rose?

I'll take care of you.

Oh, I ache all over.

I'm hurting from the inside out.

Well then, what you need

is a nice, deep, hot bath.

It'll seep in and relax you.

It won't ache anymore.

It's not my fault.

It's you.

- It's been you all along.

- What are you talking about?

You carry the plague. You've

killed hundreds of people.

No... no... you don't know

what you're talking about.

I'm still me.

- I'm still Rose.

- No, you are not Rose!

What did they do to you at the

clinic? What did they turn you into?

I have to have blood.

It's all I can eat.

And it's my fault.

It's your fault!

- It's all your fault.

- Stop!

There must be some

way to fix this...

- We'll go to the police...

- No.

We'll go to the hospital...

No, we won't. Just

leave me alone.

- Wait!

- No!

- Wait!

- Leave me alone! Let me go!

Rose, listen to me.

Listen to me, you're right.

We're in it together. We'll

figure it all out together...

Hi.

I've seen you around

before, haven't I?

I just moved out of this building.

They keep sending my mail here.

I... yes, I'm a

friend of Mindy Kent.

I was supposed to meet her here,

but she must have gone out.

- Hello?

- Hart.

It's me.

I'm glad I managed to get you.

Rose, where are you?

Are you all right?

Did I hurt you?

We should be together. Please,

tell me where you are.

Well, what you said

to me hurt me.

It scared me.

It scared me because I suddenly

knew you might be right.

And if you were right, about

my being a carrier, I mean...

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