Outbreak Page #4

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OLD CREEK PARK (FREDERICK, MARYLAND) - NIGHT

Gillespie, puffing, a weekend runner, strains to keep up

with the DOGS. They BARK excitedly.

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9.

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GILLESPIE:

(reaching into his

pockets)

Okay! Okay!

Without breaking stride, he throws what look like sticks

high into the air. The dogs jump and catch the objects in

their mouths and race back to Gillipsie.

We see they're old stethoscopes with thick rubber tubing.

Gillespie lets them fly again. He laughs at their eagerness

and keeps running, sprinting now, trying to prove to

himself that he's still young. Suddenly -- a PHONE RINGS.

Without breaking stride, he pulls a cellular phone from

his pocket:

GILLESPIE:

(into phone)

Dr. Gillespie... How many dead?...

INT. BILLY FORD'S OFFICE (FORT DETRICK, MARYLAND)

Gillespie's boss, GENERAL BILLY FORD, MD, is a heavy-set

man in his early 60's with thinning hair, piercing, intelligent

grey eyes and a warm smile. Scattered all

around his office are cages filled with frogs and reptiles.

As he talks on the phone, he's feeding a green-

horned toad some dead flies.

FORD:

Almost an entire village.

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FORD WITH GILLESPIE

still running.

GILLESPIE:

Is is Lassa Fever? Ebola? What?

FORD:

How the hell do I know? I'm the

bureaucrat, you're the detective,

remember? All I know is State

wants us to lend a hand and when

the Secretary talks, I listen.

And when I talk, you listen.

You're Code Red. The plane's

leaving at 01:
30.

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10.

CONTINUED:

GILLESPIE:

Yes, sir.

Gillespie hangs up, out of breath... excited.

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EXT. GILLESPIE'S OLD BMW - LATER THAT NIGHT

Gillespie and the dogs pull into the driveway of a comfortable

two story colonial home, passing a "For Sale" sign

on the front lawn pasted with a "Sold" sticker.

EXT. COLONIAL HOME

Gillespie knocks. The DOGS BARK excitedly.

WOMAN (O.S.)

Who is it?

The dogs recognize the voice and jump against the door.

GILLESPIE:

Mike.

ROBERTA "ROBBY" KEOUGH, an attractive, intelligent woman

in her mid 30's, opens the door a few inches, until the

latch LOCK CHAIN SNAPS tight. The dogs try to push

inside.

ROBBY:

(smiles; delighted)

Hey, guys!

But when she looks at Gillespie, she's guarded.

GILLESPIE:

Robby, I know I'm the last guy

you'd do a favor for, but I've got

no one else to ask.

ROBBY:

My lawyer said not to talk to you

anymore.

GILLESPIE:

Then just listen. I gotta go to

Zaire.

Robby shakes her head, "No, no way."

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CONTINUED:

ROBBY:

Put 'em in a kennel.

GILLESPIE:

So they can die of some weird

disease like Stripes did?

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