Toxin Page #2

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Grandma? Grandma?

Gram, it's Dean.

- Dean?

- [Dean] Remember?

- (gasps) You're a man, now.

Oh, my. (gasps)

Oh! Dean. (sighs)

- I brought some

friends to help.

- Oh, all that nonsense

with the health inspectors,

pish posh!

I'll... I'll just sweep

off the porch again

and they'll move on.

If I had known you were coming

I'd have tidied up a bit.

I'm something of a packrat,

but, um, please come in.

You all must be thirsty.

Dean, you remember

where the kitchen is?

- Yeah, yeah. I

sure do, Grandma.

(footsteps)

(low somber music)

- Whoa, this is worse

than the hoarders on T.V.

- Izzy!

- I'm sorry, you know it's true.

- Come on, you guys.

With all of us we can get

this place clean in no time.

- Always a cheerleader, Rhonda.

I'm with Izzy, guys.

When can we jet?

- Travis, don't be a

douche, we just got here.

Okay, that's something.

You know what, not that I

have a preference for living--

- Can you guys please stop

complaining and be a friend?

(low brooding music)

- [Dr. Locke] Yeah.

- She's got company.

- How many?

- [Renner] Six.

- Uh, can we speed

up the harvest time?

- Negative, Doctor.

- Stay there.

You're on babysitter detail.

- All right.

What if they try and leave?

- Use your imagination.

- All right.

(car engine roars)

- I can barely remember

what he was like.

- (cries) It's not

like I'm unaware.

It isn't normal, I know that.

It's just I can't help myself.

Before your grandfather

passed I was a collector.

After he died it turned

into something else.

I... I can't let anything go.

Here I am dumping

my problems on you.

To tell the truth,

it's... it's embarrassing.

- Hey,

Grandma...

we're going to get through this.

- (cries)

- You and me, we are.

- (radio crackle)

Renner, update?

- Yeah, we're under control.

(Suspenseful music)

Bang.

- [Dr. Locke] Increase the

amino acid concentrate.

- [Harvest Scientist]

Amino acids coming up.

- Pump the enzyme levels.

- [Harvest Scientist]

Enzyme levels coming up.

Enzyme levels are at max.

- Crap.

(foreboding music)

- [Dean] (sighs)

Good work today, guys.

What do you say we call it, huh?

- Yeah, big day tomorrow.

- [Travis] If that's

what you call it.

- Are you sure it's

safe to sleep in here?

- One night isn't

gonna kill anybody.

- [Ricky] It's true.

I'll be in the Tahoe.

Goodnight. (clears throat)

(sighs) Mmm.

(melancholy orchestral music)

- [Dean] No, why, are you?

- [PFC Thornhill] Oh yeah, boy.

You know why?

- Why?

- Because I have to be.

- (laughs) Oh, man.

(gunshots)

- [PFC Thornhill] (grunts)

(rapid gunfire)

- [Mandy] Dean?

How long you been out here?

- Not long.

Old habits.

- New to me.

- You sleep okay?

- At some point you're

gonna have to talk to me.

- We are talking.

- You know what I mean.

You're not the same person.

I want to know where the version

of Dean before he left went.

(metal jingling)

(birds chirping)

(soft piano music)

(dark brooding music)

(steam hissing)

- (sniffs)

- Where's Rhonda?

- Still sleeping.

You sleep okay?

- No, you?

- [Ricky] (sighs)

- Is everything okay with you?

- We leave no later than 4pm.

- We leave when the job is done.

- Ooh, burn.

- Let's just see how

much progress we make

and then we can figure

it out from there. Cool?

- [Sara] Ah, Frank

loved that, keep.

Oh, keep.

Keep.

- [Dean] All right. (sighs)

What about this Grandma?

What do you say?

- (gasps) Your grandfather

told me a story once

about two monks, one

old and one young

walking along together.

Did you know that monks are not

supposed to have any

contact with women?

- I didn't know that.

- Well, they see a woman

standing by a stream

and she seems stuck.

She seems to want to go across

but she's wearing a long skirt.

The old monk picks her up,

carries her across the

stream, puts her down.

And five hours later,

the young monk says,

"Why did you carry that woman?"

And the old monk says, "Ah,

I put her down hours ago.

"Why are you still

carrying her?"

(laughs)

(broom scraping floor)

- (sniffs)(gasps) Oh.

I don't feel so good.

- Whoa, I got you.

- Oh.

Oh, my god.

- Oh, keep your head back.

- Nosebleed, figures.

- Air's dry up here. (laughs)

- You know what, I

feel a little dizzy.

Can we sit down somewhere?

- Oh yeah, yeah. Come on, here.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

- [Dean] I can get headway here.

- [Sara] All right.

- [Dean] What about this one?

- [Sara] Oh, I'll keep him.

- [Dean] Keep.

(clears throat) And this?

- [Sara] Yeah, keep.

- [Dean] Keep.

- [Sara] Oh, keep. Yeah.

- [Dean] Okay.

- Sorry to interrupt.

Dean, I need you to take

a look at something.

- [Dean] Um, let's

take a break, okay?

- Okay.

- [Dean] Be right back.

- [Sara] All right.

- (gasps) (coughs violently)

- How long has she

been like this?

- 10 minutes.

- Rhonda, can you hear me?

- (gasps)

(choking)

- [Izzy] (screams) Oh, my god.

- Hold her down.

Hold her down.

- [Izzy] (screaming)

Oh my god, oh my god.

- [Dean] Get her

feet, get her feet.

Get me something to

put in her mouth. Go.

- Make her stop.

- [Rhonda] (gasps)

- We need to her to

a hospital, Dean.

Where's the closest one?

- 30 miles

- (sighs)

- [Rhonda] No! No!

(screams) (grunts)

- So it begins.

(suspenseful music)

(engine stuttering)

- What's wrong?

- No gas.

- [Rhonda] (gasps)

Ah! (loud thud)

- Oh, my god.

- [Rhonda] (screams) (loud thud)

- [Dean] I got her.

- (thumping on floor)

(grunts)

(pants)

(screams)

- [Dean] Got any ideas

on what the hell this is?

- She doesn't have

any allergies.

- What about that disease

you get from mouse sh*t?

I've seen mice here.

Maybe it's... uh... Hantavirs

or whatever it is.

- That doesn't fit, Ricky.

- How do we know that we

don't have what she has?

- We don't.

- Wait, (sighs) good.

Yeah, that's real

reassuring, guys.

That's..(inaudible mumbling)

- I started tracking Rhonda's

symptoms when she got sick.

She was fine last night,

didn't say anything was wrong.

At eight this morning,

she gets a nosebleed.

By one, she couldn't even get

out of bed, that's five hours.

- When did she get the rash?

- 30 minutes later.

- (low whistle)

- Then the bleeding.

It sounds like a virus to me.

- [Rhonda] (pants) (gasps)

- Is she really--

- Ah!

(crashing)

- [Travis] Oh, sh*t. Ah!

She's gone mad.

- Rhonda, Rhonda!

Relax, Rhonda.

- [Rhonda] Ah!

- [Travis] Oh!

- [Rhonda] (gasps) (groans)

- [Izzy] Rhonda!

- [Dean] No!

- [Izzy] Rhonda.

- [Dean] Rhonda.

- [Mandy] Are you insane?

- You saw her come at me.

- [Rhonda] (gasps)

- [Izzy] Rhonda. Rhonda.

Travis, what did you do?

- [Travis] I did what I had to.

- It was under control.

- It didn't look that way.

- Travis, you're an idiot, man.

- [Dean] Oh, Rhonda.

- [Ricky] She's dead.

Is she dead?

- Get a sheet.

- Oh, don't dude.

Come on, man.

- Get a sheet.

- [Travis] It was self-defense.

Right?

Guys?

- (cries)

- Give me your phones.

Give me your phones, come on.

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