Strange Blood

We found a body. Her throat

was slit from ear to ear.

Imagine she bled out

pretty quickly after that.

But her killer didn't stop there. He...

Well, the pictures speak for themselves.

Not very pretty anymore. I know.

What does any of this

have to do with me?

Something. Nothing.

That's what I'm here

trying to figure out.

You recognize that man?

No.

- No? Are you sure?

- Yes.

Yes, you're sure, or yes,

you recognize the man in the photo?

Am I in trouble?

Maybe I should... have a lawyer?

Right now, you and I,

we're just having a friendly conversation.

No one else is here. You tell me

you want an attorney, that's your right.

But see, you lawyer up, and...

that makes me start to think

that you got something to hide.

You got something to hide, Gemma?

So I ask again:

do you recognize this man?

- It's Henry.

- Dr. Henry Moorehouse.

Resident brain over at Baxter Pharm

for quite a few years

before they had to let him go for...

Well, it looks like

"unspecified mental health issues."

I still don't understand

what any of this has to...

Tell me about your involvement

with Moorehouse.

You two were close.

- That a question?

- See...

along with Miss Sullivan,

I've got a half a dozen bodies

laying in the morgue,

all with similar CODs that all somehow

keep connecting back to Moorehouse.

Only, when we finally track

the son of a b*tch down,

someone's already gone

and burned the place to the ground.

The tech lab was able to salvage

a few hard drives found in the rubble.

But the information on those drives

poses more questions

than it does answers.

That's where you come in.

We already know you worked under him

for the last few months.

I need to know what made

Henry Moorehouse murder those people.

I'm thirsty.

We can get you some water.

Now... start from the beginning.

- You're ready?

- Give me a sec.

Okay.

Hello. I am Dr. Henry Moorehouse.

During my tenure

at Baxter Pharmaceuticals,

I was on the brink of developing

the basis for a genetic-level vaccine

that could provide the human body

with a type of blanket immunity.

- What I'm about to show you...

- So this is what, a cure for cancer?

- May... maybe. Think bigger.

- Bigger than cancer?

This is a cure for everything.

Hepatitis, rabies, influenza,

HIV, even cancer.

A universal cure that could save

millions of lives every year.

- How is that even possible?

- Baxter didn't believe me either.

"A waste of time and money,"

I believe was their exact wording.

Is that why you left?

I didn't just leave.

I took what was rightfully... mine.

Say hello to ELA.

I designed her myself.

ELA is a living incubator,

in vitro and in vivo.

She's a breeding ground for a meta-virus

with a unique genetic signature

that absorbs, replicates and re-codes

any viral load

introduced into her system.

And from the meta-virus

I can engineer a retrovirus.

- And from that...

- A universal vaccine.

Well, in theory anyway.

Is it alive?

ELA continues to mature

at an astonishing pace.

At this rate, we'll be able to begin

phase-one serum trials

a full six months ahead

of originally anticipated.

She's proving to be every bit the miracle

I had hoped and planned for.

Gemma...

I fear she doesn't quite grasp

the importance of what we're doing here

and what Baxter would do

if they ever found us out.

Still, her presence has been...

a welcome addition.

Remember, kids, don't try this at home.

Initiating phase one...

now.

Here we go. That's it.

Phosphorene levels are stable.

Pulse ox normal.

Perfect. That's my girl.

Wait. Wait. Wait. No, that's...

Oxygen levels are spiking. Sh*t.

Sh*t. We're red-lining, Henry.

- We're red-lining.

- No, no, no. She should be fine.

The serum should be working.

Hang on. Hang on.

Give me 20 cc's of atropine.

- Jesus.

- Where?

It's not working.

Henry, it's not working.

The new cultures

have been stacked and packed.

I'm gonna call it a night.

Doc?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you the cure for cancer.

F***ing gross.

Gemma!

We're rolling.

Why didn't you tell me?

Today is a very special day.

If my calculations are correct...

and they are...

today is going to be the turning point

in man's evolutionary journey.

So much for survival of the fittest.

This is survival of the fittest

but on a cellular level.

The... meta-virus generated

within the host body

is designed to attack weaker cell structures

and replace them with its own.

These new cells are hard-coded

to be resistant

to the introduction

of outside virus cells

or even cancerous cells

generated within the body.

So, here we go. First,

I'll be extracting 50 cc's of fluid

- from one of the lymphatic nodes...

- Henry!

Don't... Don't touch me!

- Henry, your hand.

- Don't touch me.

- Your hand.

- Don't...

Henry! Henry?

Henry. Henry, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Henry? Henry.

Ready?

What the hell just happened?

From...

all appearances, a...

spontaneous defense mechanism

in response...

to a...

perceived threat.

Save those.

I thought you said it wasn't sentient.

It's not. Not... Not in the way that...

that you and I would perceive it.

What if you're wrong?

How's... How's that?

Well...

what if this is a sign

from the universe that...

we're not supposed to be

f***ing around with this kind of thing?

- Language.

- I'm serious.

We're supposed to get sick...

and grow old... and die.

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