Whiteout Page #5

We've got a Category 5 storm bearing

down on us. Move your ass, people.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Sh*t.

Oh, God.

Delfy.

Whoa!

It's me.

I went looking for Doc.

I couldn't find him.

Carrie.

Okay.

We need you in the Comm Center.

Delfy's hurt bad.

- What happened?

- He's been stabbed.

Be right there.

What the hell's going on?

- Haden's out.

- What?

Yeah. Somehow, he escaped.

Carrie, give me some room.

Carrie, where the hell are you?

Where's Doc?

- He's with us. We're still inside.

- You gotta leave. The base is locking down.

We can't. Haden's loose.

He tried to kill Delfy.

Oh, man.

Look, we're not gonna make it

to the plane.

Carrie, listen to me.

If we leave, you're stuck here all winter.

We know.

Good luck. Be careful.

All right. We gotta get him

to the clinic. Help me.

Station-wide evacuation is in effect.

Repeat, station is now

in emergency lockdown.

Haden's taken the keys to his plane.

He's gonna try to beat the storm.

He's gone!

He's going back. He's gonna lock us out.

I'll check Operations.

You check Building D.

Be careful.

Doc.

Doc!

Oh!

What are you doing?

Finding out what's inside.

Don't you wanna know?

Well, not if it's radioactive, no.

Well, don't you think the Soviets

would've put some kind of marking on it...

...if it were?

Yeah, sure.

The mark would be on the cap.

But is it worth the risk?

What the...?

Well, unless Haden

was smuggling radioactive jellybeans...

...then he has a partner.

- Yeah.

- Who?

He must've gotten out on that plane.

Yeah, he must have.

Sour apple.

Sam, it must be on the transport.

I don't know what to tell you.

- We've searched everything.

- You've searched all passengers?

Yeah. We found nothing suspicious.

It must be hidden on the base.

Are you sure everything on the manifest...

...made it onto the plane?

- No, I'm not sure. We were so rushed.

- Do you have the manifest?

- I can get it.

Yeah, fax it to me, Sam. Do it now.

So, what did he say?

They're still going through everything.

He'll call me when they're done.

You must be pretty wiped out, huh?

Yeah, I'm gonna go clean up.

Come on, Sam.

Two-fifty-eight through

It's a fresh wound.

- Somebody must've treated him in the field.

- Yeah.

And they were in a hurry.

Say the word, I'll bag the body,

put it on a plane to McMurdo.

Let them sort it out. No big deal.

They're diamonds.

Purest, the most valuable.

They don't look like much till they're cut.

You don't have a granddaughter.

Do you?

I don't have anything.

Twelve years at Northwestern,

...and what the hell am I doing now?

I'm down here treating...

...frostbite, hangover, whatever.

Those diamonds were under that ice

for 50 years. Who's gonna miss them?

It was my chance to take back

something of what they took from me.

From you?

How about what you took from them?

From me?

We were friends.

How's the hand?

It hurts.

Yeah, it will for some time.

And even though they're gone,

you're gonna feel like they're there.

I gotta turn you in, Doc.

Yeah, I know that.

I never meant for anyone to get hurt.

But Haden was too greedy.

Hell, we all were.

The aurora australis

is pretty special this time of year.

You haven't really watched it, have you?

No.

I'd like to see it one last time.

Okay.

You owe it to yourself

to see it sometime.

It's a hell of a show.

Yeah.

I feel a spare coming on.

I guarantee you don't split those posts.

This is sad. It's embarrassing.

- Has he broken a hundred yet?

- Watch and learn.

Oh, so sad.

- I intimidate you, don't I?

- Oh, yeah.

- Where are you going?

- I gotta do the rounds.

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