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but for the inconvenience and the worry

that you've all been put through.

As you know,

Biotek is leading a revolution

in agriculture.

We've all heard the magic word

"Genetic Engineering."

Well, in a few short years, we may have

ourselves a whole new kind of farm.

Corn that doesn't need fertilizer,

cattle that fatten themselves.

On the other hand,

with any new technology,

there are certain risks.

And earlier today, someone spilled

a batch of experimental yeast.

Now no one got hurt.

But if we open those

doors prematurely,

before proper cleanup

can be done,

then we endanger the herds and

crops that you already have.

And that would mean an

economic catastrophe. Hey.

What's with the men from glad?

I presume that you're referring

to our mobile quarantine package.

It's a temporary measure

for her protection and yours.

Sorry it took so long,

but we had to talk a blue streak

And they're still hoppin' mad.

Jesse.

These are the people

who got out early, huh?

Say, quite a party going on here.

Sheriff, would you mind lending

me some of your deputies?

A little local presence

wouldn't hurt.

Take'em.

Congratulations, Grazio.

You're a fed.

That was quite a speech you made.

Oh, the yeast story?

The whole scenario's

part of the same protocol

Your wife instituted when

she pushed that button.

- Scenario?

- Honey, are you there?

Cal, are you there?

Yes. Where are you?

I took a walk down the hall. I decided

to lock my door. What's the matter?

Is that your wife?

May I speak to her?

Mrs. Morse, I'm Major Connolly.

I'm right outside the building.

Would you put me through

to Dr. Nielsen?

I'm sorry, sir. I haven't

heard a thing from P4 for hours.

We have a picture.

Uh, sit tight, Mrs. Morse.

Well, uh, she sounds okay.

Uh, that's a good sign.

We're all set, but don't

really have troop superiority.

Just a squad to show the uniform.

I haven't got P4,

but here's the cafeteria.

Real forces in Colorado,

48 hours away.

Let's hope

we don't need anybody.

I'm sorry, sir.

No unauthorized entry.

You can't be that dumb, Grazio

or I never would've hired you.

Do your head count later.

Show me the corridor outside P2.

P2. P2. Here it goes.

Can you pan?

Not this camera.

Damn it. Where's Schmidt?

P4's coming through.

I don't get it.

Where is everyone?

Maybe they got out before the alarm.

Hey, they left their helmets.

There they are,

asleep on the floor.

Tilt down.

Zoom in.

God Almighty, that's Nielsen.

Who else? That's Kapoor

there by the airlock.

What happened, Major?

How'd you get in here?

I walked in. Sheriff, can we have

our little chats outside, please?

Just a minute. I'm the civil

authority in this county.

I know. This is

government property.

Kill the screens!

You've got fatalities there, Major.

Don't tell me about yeast.

You're jumping to conclusions.

I saw it! You saw it.

Who are you trying to protect?

Everybody.

You, me, your wife, the public.

And you didn't see a thing,

you understand?

Major Connolly, it's Schmidt.

He found a phone in stairwell five.

That you, Connolly?

You brought in the whole shooting match.

You never bothered to speak to me.

We had a pump malfunction. I fixed it hours ago.

This quarantine is a crock.

Slow down, schmidt.

We're in for the long haul.

Protocol one has been validated.

Validated?

How many dead?

Five, six, seven, eight.

It looks like everybody,

but I can't control

the cameras in P4.

I can't see everything.

What do you think?

Any movement?

You wanna know are

they dead? Yes. No!

I can't tell. This guy,

Fairchild, where can I find him?

I understand he and his wife rented

that property up in the basin,

north of Heaterville. Right.

Thanks. I'll look him up.

Maybe they're just really sick

or in a coma or something.

Okay, listen.

Now turn that picture off.

Nobody's sick. There's been an

industrial accident, that's all.

What kind of accident, Cal?

That was the Blue Harvest group.

What were they doing in there?

Look, honey, I don't know.

Advance plant research. I mean,

what if they spliced

the wrong gene?

You mean the corn that ate Chicago?

Do I sound panicky?

I'm sorry.

I'm scared.

Let's go, pal. Rise and shine.

What the hell are you doing here?

Cal Morse. Remember me?

Yeah.

Look, I don't need a ride

home Sheriff. I'm already here.

Did somebody spill something?

That's what they're saying.

Experimental yeast. Yeast?

Who's talking about yeast?

Is there a guy named ed Connolly there?

That's right.

And a whole team of army men.

That's typical.

Well, I hope he brought his lysol.

Here. No way, Sheriff.

I'm not going down.

I saved you from a lot

of drunk driving charges.

Don't you think you owe me one?

I don't drink anymore.

And you know why? 'Cause I

got worried about my health,

which is also why

I left Biotek.

I don't have any plans

to go back.

Want some Zucchini pancakes?

I'm a terrific cook.

I bet.

Come on, guys.

You gotta feed millions.

Where's your wife?

Oh, she moved on.

She didn't enjoy Hydroponics.

Look at this.

I'm growing bacteria to beef up

the vegetable protein.

I think I'll skip

breakfast, thanks.

What's the matter, Sheriff?

Scared of bugs?

No. Lost my appetite.

I started thinking about

friends and neighbors

who don't have any idea who

it is they've been working for.

Oh, the department of defense

isn't so bad.

They run a good plant station.

I kind of miss it sometimes.

Up. All that fancy greenhouse

crap's just your lousy cover-

you never touched a leaf

while you were there.

Nope.

But I got inspired.

You have some coffee.

I grew the chicory myself.

Blue Harvest Project?

We hear you're trying to grow corn in

salt water. But that's not it, is it?

You son of a b*tch.

It's germ warfare.

Biological warfare research was

outlawed by international treaty

in 1972.

Soviet union signed it,

and so did we.

You're not saying

Uncle Sam doesn't live up to his

international obligations, are you?

Listen, my friend. There a re 85 people

trapped down there. Trapped in your mess.

You're going to

help me get them out.

Not me.

Nielsen did the human tissue

work. I gave him a cure.

You just make sure Connolly

inoculates everyone.

You don't understand.

My wife's in there.

Bob? Find me a scanner, please.

Here's one, Mr. Schmidt.

Good. Let's take a look.

You first.

Two, four, six, eight.

I don't wanna radiate.

All right. Now you, Tippett.

Come on, Schmidt. You gonna do everybody?

We're all fine. Let's go.

Don't be an ass.

We have to be sure.

We can't troop out trailing bugs. Give me your hands.

I thought you were hot to trot.

What do you wanna do? Go down to P4

and ask'em to hand over the antitoxin?

No. Now me. Bob,

you do the honors.

What do I look for?

Check around my eyes,

nose, mouth, fingernails.

Anything that glows

is an infection.

Now use your best judgment, but

find and administer the antitoxin.

Remember, the bug is virulent.

Eighty percent mortality rate.

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