HOT ZONE

WE PUSH IN TIGHT ON THE PLASMA BAG - "ANGEL"

QUICK CUTS: MONTAGE OF THE MAGIC BULLET

Hoskins, Medical Staff, Jaxx, Johnson, Gerry all pitching

in to hook up other ailing patients to the serum. Faces

we have seen; the Black Woman from Synergy, Loc's

Vietnamese Wife. Everyone pitches in.

Jason pushes a cart of I.V.'s. Gayle, Pete's grieving

Wife shows up beside Jaxx. She wants to help. Klages and

Godwin are there with C.J. --

TIGHT ON PLASMA BAGS - ONE AFTER ANOTHER

All bear her one word name; "ANGEL." Each bubbling life.

DISSOLVE TO:

IN THE SLAMMER - THE VIGIL - MULTIPLE DISSOLVES

As one by one, the Team enters the Slammer through the

airlock, exhausted, shedding tears, hopeful, holding onto

each other -- all connected as they embrace Jaxx and Gerry

and encircle Jamie in the isolator -- willing her to live.

THE VIEW GLIDES TO JAMIE - "ANGEL" I.V. IN VIEW

Feverish, staring into nothing. Suddenly her eyes focus.

A heavenly smile crosses her face. She takes her parent's

hands squeezing them tight --

SHARP CUT TO:

A WATERFALL CRASHES ONTO ROCKS BELOW - WIDEN TO:

EXT. THE BIGHORN RIVER - DAY

It's Spring. Karl and Jaxx sit on the bank reflecting.

Jaxx -- her head buried on her knees. We can't tell what

shape she's in. Karl gives her a convalescent squeeze.

JOHNSON

On a day like this, we can pretend

nature is benign -- and all the

monsters and beasts in nature have

their kinder moments.

Jaxx looks up. Quietly crying.

JAXX

I didn't think it'd be this hard.

JOHNSON

(wiping her tears)

You have to get over it. The wheel

of life goes on, Nance.

JAXX

I just see her lying there. I don't

know how I'll ever be able to -- to

thank you and not start crying --

He laughs. Now we here more laughter coming from the

river. Then a familiar voice --

JAMIE (O.S.)

Mom -- look, Mom -- wahooo!

PAN TO: THE RIVER

There in the middle of the beautiful Big Horn is Beautiful

Jamie, full of life and joy. She's caught a Rainbow trout

and is reeling it in. She's alive.

Gerry fishes with her. Jason wades upstream to net it.

GERRY

Whoa -- must be a record catch --

JASON

-- for a "fisher-babe"!

Brother and Sister again. And Dad trying to moderate.

KARL AND JAXX - HOOTING FROM THE BANK

JAXX

(musing sadly)

I wish Peter was here to share this.

JOHNSON

Without his discovery, and Angel's

precious blood. We might not be

here either. Her synthesized

antibodies saved a lot of lives. He

died a hero. You should share a

little credit too -- Colonel.

JAXX

Naw -- Pete lived long enough to

show me the way. It's his legacy.

Jaxx lays back taking in the beauty around them.

THEIR POV - THE RIVER

Gerry helps Jamie set the fish free.

JAXX

Are we ready for the next one?

JOHNSON

We weren't ready for this one. This

was a wakeup call. We're just one

international plane flight away from

extinction.

Jaxx sits up on that one staring at him. What?

JOHNSON

Sure. Say a tourist gets an unknown

airborne virus in an African village

in the morning, flies home that day,

smoking, coughing -- sneezing.

Aerosol droplets get circulated by

the air vents -- so by the time you

land, everyone onboard's been

exposed. Passengers walk through

customs right back home exposing

families, cabbies, friends. Over

night thousands are exposed. Then

the outbreak. Slate wiper...

Silence. The sounds of nature abound. Jaxx is riveted.

JOHNSON

(inevitable)

Pretty soon us two-legged dinosaurs

are history.

JAXX

Mother nature's revenge... God, I'll

never fly again... Why not go back

to Africa and find the viruses

before they find us, huh?

JOHNSON

I never should have left.

JAXX

You better teach me to fish quick,

because that's where you're going.

Jaxx jumps up, brushing herself off. Karl gets up --

JOHNSON

What're you talking about?

JAXX

You raised so much hell, the CDC and

the Army are joint funding a new

research lab in the bush to find the

reservoirs for Ebola, Marburg, AIDS,

new bugs -- maybe some ancestors of

some lost tribe I seem to recall you

mentioning.

She marches into the river with her fly rod.

JAXX

(calling back)