I thought you might like some tea.
Thanks.
Would you keep trying my ex-husband until you get through?
Okay?
- It's important that I speak with him.
- All right.
It's new.
Like that orange pekoe you like.
Tell me what you think.
(Ben Driscoll calling)
Hey.
Okay, dig this.
Now, the best way I can describe the sample that you brought me...
...is a kind of post-infection sweat, like a night sweat.
Only, instead of evaporating, this solidified.
A percentage is spent white blood cells,
like you'd find in any normal infection.
But, then, another percentage is...
...hormones a body produces when it enters REM sleep...
...suggesting that the hormones acted as a catalyst...
...in some kind of metabolic reaction, and then were expelled as waste.
Yeah, but a reaction to what?
A reaction to these.
These are also spent cells.
Exploded, actually.
- Are they viral?
- Viral-like, but larger than any virus known.
Now, I tried to destroy some of them.
I heated them up to see when they'd incinerate.
Took them up to 700 degrees.
They survived.
- Well, that's impossible.
- Yeah.
Remember Ted Fraddo?
He's out at the lab at Fort Detrick now.
They've settled on a hypothesis that we're dealing with...
...a complete, intelligent entity, the dimensions of a few cells...
...that's invading people's bodies, integrating their DNA...
...and reprogramming their genetic expression.
Reprogramming?  How?
How would that look?
Eighty percent of what we are is determined by our genetic expression.
lntegration of alien DNA could look like anything.
Or nothing at all.
So you say that this is showing up all over?
It's starting to.
They began considering epidemic protocols in Europe last night.
Also in Japan, but here, they're just talking about this flu.
- Hello?
- Hello, Ben.  This is Luddie.
I'm so sorry to call you, but I didn't know what else to do.
- Well, what's happened, Luddie?
- It's our friend Yorish.
Something's happening to him.
Something terrible.
We'll be right over.
The objective for today's G8 summit was
the concern of the medical community...
...over the escalating cases of this mysterious flu virus.
Even more surprising was the president's...
Tucker, it's me.
Where are you?
Call me as soon as you get this.
It's important that I speak to Oliver.
Good, come in.
Oh, Ben, Carol.
Thank you for coming so fast.
- This is a colleague of mine, Dr. Galeano.
- Oh, doctor.  Thank you.
He came over, I couldn't work out what was wrong with him.
He didn't want to be near his wife.
He was worried about my husband.
What did he say about Henryk?
Where is your husband?
I don't know.
I haven't been able to reach him.
Oh, my God.
- Jesus.
- Unbelievable.
Oh, Yorish.
He's so much worse.
What is it?
It's some kind of cellular condensation.
Look at his carotid.
His blood pressure must be through the roof.
Don't wake him.
If he's in deep sleep, it might hurt him.
We'lI need a complete diagnostic.
Record his vitals.
Get blood and tissue samples.
Got any kit with you?
Some.
Luddie, we're gonna need a video camera.
Is there one in the press room?
Carol, you've got a camera in your phone.
Get him off me!
Get Yorish off her!
Help her!
Yorish!
- I'm going to call the police.
- No.  Don't.  Just...
Don't call anyone yet.
The REM-sleep interruption must've caused his cardiac arrest.
- Carol?
- I'm gonna get Oliver.
- Carol.
- Check your messages, Tucker.
I've been trying to get ahold of Ollie.
Come in.  Come in.
These are colleagues of mine.
Oliver!
He's fine.
He's with Gene.
- Where you going?
- To get Ollie's things.  He's coming with me.
- You're very emotional right now.
- What's going on, Tucker?
- Why don't you calm down?
- I just saw a man die.
People are dying.
What are you really covering up, huh?
What is it?
You've got people lining up like this is smallpox or something.
What are you really inoculating them for, Tucker?
Tell me.
Open the