(machine-gun fire)
Cab! Cab!
Cab!
Taxi! Taxi!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
No need for that.
I'd have stopped for you.
Yeah, buddy. I know the game.
Everyone suddenly off duty. Right? It's not just the white cats, man.
- Some brothers play that too. - (coughs)
Yeah, man, don't nobody care about nobody no more.
The colour don't even matter.
Black, brown, yellow, white.
Don't matter. Everyone only worries about their own interests.
- Man! - Trucks!
Don't bleed on my seats. They make me clean that up.
Trucks!
I picked him up in my cab. He was going on about people doing stuff to him.
- What stuff? - Two guys after him.
- He kept saying "Trucks, the trucks". - BP 240.
'(c011 h. - Umg S)
(coughs)
BP 260 over 140. This guy's gonna stroke on us, doctor.
(man) IV push and a Nipride drip, nil 0.4mg nitro patch. Anybody? I'm open to ideas.
- (man #2) 20mg sub-q. - (man 113) Workin' on it.
Have you admitted this man?
I take it you're not immediate family.
They just took him into Trauma.
BP 140 over 90.
He's going to sleep a long time. There's no need to stick around.
(monitor beep accelerates)
Trucks.
Trucks!
They want to kill me.
Whoa! Hold up. I can't let you in here. Where's your ID? This is an emergency room.
- Where is he? - Who?
All right, listen. We're from the Center for Disease Control.
This area is under quarantine. Nobody goes in or out.
Complete body-fluid precautions are to be exercised.
So, what type of calls are these? Are they like phone-card solicitations?
Or the "Do you have Prince Albert in a can?" variety?
Or are they like a guy breathing and, you know, treating himself?
- They're not calls, just hang-ups. - Well...
I'm connecting an ECBH-79 caller-identification unit to your phone.
The digital read-out will reflect the phone number of the person calling,
and put an end to this harassment.
You owe me 65 bucks.
- That your family? - Mm-hm.
Your wife's a babelicious. No wonder you're getting calls.
(phone rings)
Hello. This is it.
You ready?
Hello? Hello?
(dialling tone)
Whoever called has blocked caller ID. The phone company does it for a price.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
All you need now is a device to undo their caller block.
The LMU-83 will override their override very nicely.
It's more James Bondian but we are living in a Blofeldian world.
- Just hook it up, Q. - (phone rings)
I'll take care of it.
(white noise)
Do you know a Detective Geibelhouse?
(Frank) Hey, Geibelhouse.
I hope the Group doesn't mind I brought you in on this.
These Disease Control guys give me the creeps.
What is this Patient Zero carrying?
They're keeping tight-lipped, which drives my guys nuts.
If it leaks we could start a public panic.
- (Frank) Any luck with the driver? - (Geibelhouse) Good and bad.
The good luck is we got the cabby's name. Gerome Knox.
The bad luck is he didn't show up for work, and he's not in his apartment.
Worse luck, if he's hiding Zero... we now got two infected guys.
The subject we're searching for has been designated Patient Zero.
Two days ago, Zero appeared at the Olympia Plasma Centre,
suffering from delusions, hallucinations and echopraxia.
He wanted to sell his blood, which a routine
panel showed to be positive for many things.
They turned him over to us. We found what we believe is a haemorrhagic pathogen,
previously found only in the Congo, similar in structure to Filovirus simian.
Are we talking yellow space suits? The whole Outbreak number?
We're hopeful this is limited to body fluids.
Hopeful?
Ginelli! Simmer down.
There's no way I go chasing some toxic boonge until I get a straight answer.
- What's with this guy? - Paranoid schizophrenic.
One neat aspect.
Even in his hurry to escape,
this man took the time to fold five pieces of surgical tape back on themselves,
leaving nothing sticky exposed.
I've seen this in paranoid schizophrenics. One neat aspect in a disorganised picture.
So he's a neat freak. How does that help us find him?
I don't think we should consider this man a fugitive.
If he was hiding, he wouldn't have talked to the cab driver.
I think he wants to be seen and heard and he wants to tell his story.
The cab picked him up at Yesler and Third.
That's a block and a half from the Seattle Tribune.
(man) The truth is not out there.
(receptionist) A guy starts crazy talking, I call Janitorial.
Usually ends with them whipping it out and
taking a whiz, right where you're standing.
- Did you see this guy before last night? - No.
And working late shift, you get to know all the nutballs.
Suppression!
11.18. Just before Knox picks him up in his cab.
So, I tell him the Seattle Tribune doesn't
want his crazy-assed story. Watch this part.
Guy goes bananas.
Truckloads! Truckloads!
Truckloads of John Does! Vanishing!
Lot of personnel for one lunatic. What, he kill some rich guy?
If he shows up again...
He won't.
He'll go elsewhere. He'll go some place open to hearing what he has to say.
- Tuskegee! - If you say so.
They denied.
Apologised, then denied.
MKULTRA! COINTELPRO! DOE!
- Hey, write this down, man. - AC-TG!
He don't have to write it down. It's everyone! It's everywhere!
Hold the phone. Who the hell are you?
- OK, who the hell are you? - Man, tell him about the trucks.
He told me about the trucks.
You're supposed to be a reporter, brother.
I'm telling you, someone's oppressing this man.
Know how many times a week I hear that, brother?
From everyone. Asians say it's black people. Black people say it's white.
- White people say it's extraterrestrials. - No, man.
I saw two guys after him at the hospital.
Two guys at a hospital ain't proof of a damn thing.
He could be a criminal for all I know, or you know.
Him? Man, they're the criminals! Man, look, look, look.
I know it's hard to follow, but this man is coming from a poetic place.
Hear me, man. Listen, man. 30 years ago,
people said the US government was using
black men as an experiment to die of syphilis
was another whacked-out conspiracy theory like aliens or something...
Tuskegee! Tuskegee! Tuskegee!
Tuskegee is over, man. The President has apologised.
This man needs an apology.
- If he lives to hear it. - (tyres squeal)
No!
Do you hear me, man?
You just gonna ignore me?
- They're coming. - Here.
- Down the hall, door on the right. - Come on!
Take the blue Impala. And the story's ours!
This way, this way! Come on!
He's with them!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Yeah!
Hold it. This is a place of business. You are
now standing in the public part of that place.
The rest is private and off limits to you without a search warrant.
How's this?
(Geibelhouse) We're here to help you.
I want to help you.
Nothing.
Oh!
Easy does it, guy.
Easy does it.
(man) OK, we got him.
Either one of you ever planning to mention you got the damn plague?
(I "Gyp the Cat" by Bobby Darin plays on stereo)
(water running)
(Geibelhouse) Frank.
- They've tested the stain on your shirt. - What did they find?
Nothing. No virus. It's clean as a kicker's uniform.
- It wasn't your blood? - Definitely his.
What about the Centers for Disease Control?
They had no idea who I was talking about.
The Plasma Centre? Doesn't have any knowledge of this.
- Then who was after him? - Frank.
The guy was nuts. Conspiracy this, conspiracy that.
We went to his office. I worked for them. That wasn't his delusion.
And now that office is gone.
- We were used, Geibs. He knew that. - How could he know that?
I was the only person beside Knox who said
I wanted to help him. He wanted to help me.
He wanted me to know they were lying. That's why he gave me the blood sample.
And I gave him up, too. I don't know who or why.
(phone rings)
- Hello. - Mr Black? It's Roedecker.
Brian Roedecker. Is the LMU-83 functional?
- (Frank) Anonymous. - Hm.
Activate the switch on the side of the LMU-83.
Got it. Thank you, Roedecker.
Soylent Green is people.
Suppression! Oppression!
The FBI!
CIA!
COINTELPRO!
Truckloads! Truckloads of John Does!
The DOE!
The AC-TG!
Sense! Antisense!
The AC-TG!
(phone rings)
Who is this? Who the hell is this?
(dialling tone)
Why didn't you tell me you took this job?
- I wasn't on a case with the Group. - We're always on call.
I'm only officially a consultant. I'm trying to feed my family, Pete.
The situation with Catherine has created new responsibilities.
I've got two of everything. Two sets of toys, two rentals and a house.
You should have come to us.
It didn't seem like the Group would be interested.
An infected transient, essentially a missing person.
It appeared to have no deeper meaning.
You're right, but now it does have a deeper meaning, and not just conspiracy.
They used you, believing that when you realised the consequences of their actions
you would walk away.
That's why I'm working on making you more than officially a consultant,
because you and I... the Group...
we don't walk away.
This isn't even about money now. I'm responsible for this man.
We'll take the case.
I'll send this over to our photo lab.
Look here, it appears to have been retouched.
They're hiding something. A tattoo, dog tags? I don't know.
- "Antisense." - A reoccurring trope.
In microbiology, antisense is one side of the double helix, half our DNA.
- The other side is called sense. - Our genetic matter.
"It is in us." That's what he keeps saying.
Although how he came up with it, I don't know.
"Adenine, cytosine, thiamine."
Here.
Guanine. The four nucleotides of DNA.
All right, I'll catch up with you guys at the hole tonight.
- Ah! - Nice cab. Brand new.
They took mine in for repairs.
- You'll never see it again. - Look, I'm off duty.
I'm not.
I already talked to your friends.
My friends don't lie to me.
My friends tell me the truth. He trusted you.
He must have told you who was after him.
That's easy, look in the mirror.
Yeah, they used you.
Now you know how I feel every day.
- Tell me, man, am I infected? - There was no virus in his body.
That's what he said.
- So he was telling the truth. - You tell me.
Trucks. Trucks. He kept saying the trucks was after him or somethin'. I don't know.
Talked about John Does.
He kept saying "We're all vanishing."
"We're all John Does."
Here's my phone number. If you think of anything, you give me a call, all right?
- So where are you going? - To meet John Doe.
We get a lot. Couple of hundred a year.
Street bums, transients, mostly.
Usually someone comes forward, family member.
Most don't stay John Does for long.
The eye, dilated iris. Just like Patient Zero.
Could they be using these people, then slipping them through the morgue?
Using the system to go undetected because no one cares.
May we sit in on your autopsy, Dr Clark?
We don't autopsy unless something looks to be out of the ordinary.
Dilated eye usually indicates organic brain damage.
Well, brain-damaged street people, that's kind of our definition.
I would like blood samples on this man,
and any other John Does that come here with a dilated eye.
What do you expect to find?
Nothing.
- (yells) - (man) OK, drop it, put it down.
Sir, I need you to put the bar down.
- I don't want to hurt you! - Sir, I need you to relax.
Put the ha! Gown. Just put it down and nobody“ get hurt.
Just put it down.
I can't put it down! I don't know how!
I can see you're upset. I want to help.
Put the bar down.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
Good. You're making a wise call.
' “Rah! 'Arqh!
Arab!
He's got something!
- Crime scene. Move out. - I'm Frank Black.
And I'm Joe Yellow. Go on, out.
Detective Geibelhouse told us he'd meet us.
Even if that's a real name, he ain't here. This is an internal Affairs investigation.
- Who's in charge here? - Lieutenant Wobenlottnee.
- Can we talk with him? - Leave it here.
- What was it? - Wobenlottnee or something.
Lieutenant?
Uh... Wobenlottnee?
(paramedic) Who's there'!?
(whistles)
Did you get a sample?
Yeah.
- Another John Doe out of control? - He's not a John Doe. Look at the tag.
DOE.
Abbreviation.
- It stands for something. - Dead On Examination?
DOE. The Department of Energy.
Whoa.
Easy. Another leap and you'll connect this
to why Oswald wasn't in the book depository.
The DOE started as the Atomic Energy Commission, built the atomic bomb,
then radiation experiments on humans.
Tests on vulnerable groups, prisoners, mentally retarded.
They have historically developed unconventional weapons.
You know what they've gotten into now.
The Human Genome Project.
(PC) The Human Genome Project is a vast
undertaking, expected to produce a blueprint
of the functional and evolutional history of the human species.
The goal of this international 15-year effort
is to discover all of the 50,000 human genes,
and render them accessible for further biological study.
Further biological study.
(phone rings)
- Yeah. - (Gerome) I found another one.
(Gerome) This guy is kind of worshipped down here.
I'd heard about him on the streets even before Zero.
I'd always written him off, though, as just another casualty.
And then I finally heard him.
Now you should, too.
Come here.
- After you. - It's just down here.
(growls)
((0375)
Nowhere on planet earth are people free of the trucks.
They travelled across Rwanda dirt roads.
They ride on Kuwaiti highways.
They move through these city streets!
- Can you hear them? - (engines roar)
Can you hear them?
Do you hear them?
The trucks don't care. They don't care if they're a fire truck or a dump truck.
They don't know if they are a cargo truck or a tow truck.
They don't know.
But... we... know.
We know. Huh?
We know what we are, we know what we do.
But nature, that bitch is full of trucks.
At the minute of birth, a spotted hyena will attack and kill its twin.
That won't make the evening news, no.
Male mallard ducks will attack and gang rape females until they drown,
but there will be no trial on Court TV.
No.
White female squirrels will attack and kill every baby in another female's nest,
and Larry King will not analyse the handwriting. No.
But nature, that bitch, has given us conscience,
so we must be made to do wrong.
Without us knowing, they must make trucks out of all of us.
They have the map, the map.
They can make us go down aw street they want to.
Streets that we would never even dream of going down.
They flip a switch, we go east.
They flip another switch, we go north.
And we never know...
we have been flipped...
let alone know how.
Man, I got a rush listening to him. That man speaks the truth.
Gerome, he may speak the truth but from a place of insanity. He's gone insane.
No, man, he is the only one who understands, right.
I mean, they flipped the switch on him but he fought through. Don't you get it?
A truck has no conscience.
It just does what the driver wants it to do.
Oh, now I get it.
He can help us, Mr Black.
People only believe the sane. Maybe they shouldn't but they do.
The only way to help him, or Patient Zero, or anyone,
is to find out who is doing this and stop 'em.
- He's too far gone to tell us anything. - Maybe you're not crazy enough to listen.
You just a truck, Mr Black.
Truck!
Can't help you unless you're going downtown.
Downtown, then.
This came from the blood sample you got the other night.
We followed the antisense lead, focused on the genetic material.
These genes are thought to control higher cortical functions.
Here. Here's Patient Zero, this is the street guy shot by the cop.
- They're both insane. - Nobody would argue that.
But they're insane in exactly the same way.
Look. Gene sites, identical in the two men.
Exactly the same, base pair for base pair.
Unless you buy an 18-billion-to-one shot, no way that could happen naturally.
It's not like a gene for hair colour.
They're splicing multiple genes to control complex behaviour.
The Human Genome Project. The biggest science event since the moon shot.
Public records indicate they're not that far along.
Technically the program's unclassified. But it does feel like a secret project.
The work's divided among 5,000 facilities,
each analysing a tiny strand of DNA, a small piece of the puzzle.
The big picture is controlled from above.
What if one rogue facility pieced together something
about a strain of genes for their own purpose?
There's no way the Department of Energy would be aware.
Untraceable genetic experiments and untraceable human subjects.
Not a lot to go to.
The other John Does.
All of them are gone. 20 John Does out the door.
- If we missed something, it's gone. - What happened to the coroner, Mr Clark?
Maybe he's on vacation, I think. No, uh...
They fired him or something. He's gone.
(Watts) More evidence missing. They're cleaning up.
- What about our blood samples? - (doctor) What blood samples?
His name is not John Doe.
Gerome Knox. That's his name.
Gerome Knox.
These are the facilities involved in the project.
And you think one has this Patient Zero?
- Yes, one of them. - Closed session here.
- Check the guest list, dumpy. - Did you get it?
I downloaded everything on every facility within 200 miles.
It started out as a buttload, but I did what you asked.
Eliminate any site that's an obvious PR job,
high-school science classes, women's colleges, Four-H Clubs.
Requires some military connection and a stand-alone facility.
- Down to four and counting. - What about trucks?
They use them to recruit their John Does.
I've got company cars.
- Try subsidiaries, joint ventures. - Hang on.
A vehicle that could move unnoticed among the homeless.
There!
A mobile soup kitchen. They donated trucks.
(Roedecker) 5603'!?
Project contact is a Dr William Kramer MD, PhD in Genetic Engineering, ROTC.
Got his degrees on the GI Bill.
I tell you, it's The Omega Man all over again.
There it is.
I'm supposed to get a search warrant cos this place has soup trucks?
No, you're supposed to get a warrant
because we turned Patient Zero over to these guys. We're responsible.
You'll get it because nobody here is going to walk away.
(man) Ready and waiting for instructions?
- Yeah. Do it. - Let's go.
Go! Go! Go, go, go! We're in.
- (Geibelhouse) Check every room. - Move.
No one leaves. If he's not here, I'm a dead man.
Excuse me. We believe this man is in danger. Have you seen him here?
- We blew it. - Don't even think that.
- We caught them heading out the back. - Zero?
- Just these guys. - You don't know what you're doing.
What is this place? NSA? CIA? MYLAB?
A private biomedical facility conducting important research.
Yeah, I heard. Wrap 'em up.
What are you people doing?
This is a serious violation of our rights.
We had reason to believe you were being held here.
Well, maybe some weekends, but only because I work here.
We have you on video tape at the Seattle Tribune, ranting, delusional.
We know what this place is. What happened to you?
Did they infect you by accident? Were you experimenting on yourself?
How can you keep doing this when you know? You know.
I'm delusional?
Did you just hear yourself?
- Get out of my way. - OK.
Party's over.
If you aren't out of here in 30 seconds, we'll issue warrants for your arrest.
The system runs on John Does. That's what you said.
Count 'em. How many are there?
HOW many?
What were you doing in Rwanda?
Peter, Rwanda, 1994.
Thousands of people get up, grab a machete and kill the person next to them.
There's a frenzy of blood-letting like never seen.
He was a research chemist. What was he doing there?
In Bosnia, neighbours sent neighbours for ethnic cleansing.
In this country, 12 year olds shoot each other in the streets.
The world's a violent place. It's in all of us, if the switch gets flipped.
But you know that.
(phone rings)
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