Warning Sign

Dr. Earl, bacteriology

has your culture ready.

Dr. Earl, contact bacteriology.

Here you are, doctor.

Good afternoon, Louis.

Dr. Blanchard,

call histology, please.

Animal management group, please

call higgins on the seed.

I can't see your faces

Is it okay to unzip?

Why not?

We're packed up in here.

Say cheese, everybody.

Move in close, now.

Softball leaguers, we need

you for the game tonight.

Rodeo riders-- No!

Corn brain.

Me bob. You dana.

Me outta here.

Biochem, you're clean.

Tissue culture looks good.

Good night, everybody.

Roots and shoots.

You left a light on, Patty.

Sorry, honey. Uh, it's

bowling night tonight.

County one, go ahead.

Hi, honey. It's me.

It's quittin' time. Oh, yeah.

Say, did you know that mexican

divorces are illegal in utah?

They don't even have

quasi in rem jurisdiction.

That's kellogg versus downing.

It's going to be Morse versus Morse if

you don't get over here and pick me up.

So where are you anyway?

Why aren't you out chasing

speeders like a respectable Sheriff?

You here that?

Supper's on me tonight.

Mmm. Smells like take-out.

I thought it was your turn to cook.

Study night.

Do you want me to wear

this badge forever?

Mr. Correspondence Course,

you're a lot of fun.

Well, we could do our

cooking in bed.

Cal, we're on the air.

Everyone's listening.

Uh, wait a minute.

I've got a warning flag.

I'll call you right back.

Dr. Nielsen, where are you?

My monitor shows

a stat condition.

Dr. Nielsen, can you hear me?

Paging Dr. Nielsen.

Hang on, everyone.

Attention, all Biotek personnel.

This is a biohazard alert.

Until further notice, containment

protocols are in effect.

Please remain at

your workstations

and stand clear of the doors.

Bob!

Bob? Bobby!

Bobby! Dana!

Bob!

Bobby!

Dana!

Damn it.

Security, Tom Schmidt.

Who is this?

Okay, Joanie.

What have you got?

U.V. Spike? Where?

P4, huh? But nothing

in P3 or P2?

Okay. What sensors are operating?

Culture Harvest Aspiration.

Sounds like an exhaust port is bleeding.

I'll have a look. You guard the fort.

Dana, what's goin' on?

Sheriff Morse, they locked

the doors. Bob's inside.

Why lock the doors?

I don't know.

Who else is in there? Just

about everybody, I guess.

Sorry. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Bob. Bob!

Get us out of here, Tom.

Do you know anything about the pumps?

Sure do. All right. Let's go.

Not running.

I've complained to Nielsen

for months about these things.

The fluid builds up and bingo,

we have an alarm.

Excuse me.

Joanie? Schmidt again.

Good news. I found the problem

and there is no biohazard.

It was a false alarm. You can unlock

the doors and let everyone go home.

You wanna come in, Tom?

I'd rather not open the door. We

have a good seal and the rules--

I don't wanna come in.

I wanna get out.

Joanie, put me through

to Dr. Nielsen.

I'm trying, but I don't

get an answer from P4.

I'll try an outside line.

Won't work.

Normal phone service was cut the

second you pushed that button.

It was? Why?

I'll explain later.

Meanwhile, rescind that alert.

This is a non-event event.

Gee, I don't know, Mr. Schmidt

it's all over my screens.

The procedures are pretty explicit.

You trained me yourself.

Joanie, calm down. This is not your fault.

You did the right thing.

I want you to restore us to normal

operations before people get scared.

I don't wanna make a mistake.

Will you take responsibility?

Yes, of course.

I take full responsibility.

Attention, security!

This is Dr. Nielsen in P4.

Do you show

a biohazard condition?

Yes, sir, I do.

Aerosol contamination.

Seal the building. No one in or out.

I've done it.

This is not a drill.

We've had an accident.

Mr. Schmidt says

this is a false alarm.

I don't care what Schmidt said this is my shop.

You do what I tell you.

Open your safe and

follow those instructions.

You have reached

a toxicological control facility.

If action protocol one is now in effect,

press right square bracket, return.

Major Connolly.

This is operator 7 at station 775.

Um, this is to confirm

a protocol one

as of 5:
09 mountain time this date.

I see the board. Are you locked

good and down tight? Yes.

Anybody clock out?

Uh, I counted three people.

Have your local authorities find them.

I want them detained.

How serious is this?

Holy sh*t.

Full symptomatic manifestation

in under an hour.

Okay, everybody. Line up here.

Quietly and calmly.

One by one.

Wait a minute, please. You propose

to shoot this stuff into my arm?

Fairchild's magic elixir.

I don't see any other way, Ramesh.

But that's a completely

unproven antitoxin.

You have no right

to go experimenting.

One. This is no experiment.

We're in protocol.

Do you wanna go to protocol two?

You want me to unzip. I am

not coming out of this suit.

You already unzipped

for the photo, remember?

Yes, but... I feel fine.

What are you talking about?

We're already infected.

Lactobacillus Luminensis.

It's reached your sweat glands.

Now me.

Hey, open up in there!

Western Union.

I can't put'em in jail, hon they're

not criminals. They made a mistake.

We could sue'em. You wanna?

Civil law? Make a case for

corporate negligence.

You know, unsafe workplace.

Cold chicken.

Something happened

in the P4 lab, Cal.

Look, remember Dan Fairchild?

Yeah, sure I do, I guess.

He used to work here. I liked him.

You should talk to him.

Honey, Fairchild's

not reliable. He's a drunk.

I heard he got fired.

Forget him.

Uh-oh. Somebody's got a popgun.

I'll call you right back.

Yeah!

One more ought to do it!

All right!

Watch it.

Hey. Want me to go get my torch?

Nobody's gettin' anything.

Vic, you ought to know better.

Hand it over.

Well, well. It's our

duly elected boy scout.

I'm talking about the gun.

Let's have it.

You dippy sh*t,

my son's in there.

Drop it or I'll break your arm!

Oh!

It's getting late out here, Sheriff. Just

what the hell are you doing about all this?

The local ally is right over there!

Sheriff Morse,

I'm Major Connolly.

Where are my three sorties?

Uh, my deputy's bringing

in warren and main right now.

Dana is right over there.

Who are you guys? The army?

Close enough.

I'm glad to see you've got

everything under control.

Well, folks here would like

an explanation. So would I.

It says here in the report that you were

raised in the True Redeemer Baptist Church.

I understand that

your wife is inside.

You might wanna

say a prayer too.

I'm not a religious man, Major.

I see.

Miss Evans, let me assure you

there is no cause for alarm.

this is standard containment procedure

to be used in instances of this kind.

Would you put your

foot here, please?

Thank you.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, what did I do?

All right. If you'll come this way now.

That's fine.

Friends, I am from the

U.S. Accident Containment Team.

Let me begin by first

apologizing to you,

Miss Evans, and

everyone else, uh,

not only for the

lateness of the hour,

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