Besat

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COPENHAGEN 1999

Romania?

Enjoy your stay.

Germany?

It's an old passport.

You have to get a new one.

Sir...

Nothing to declare.

- Where do you come from?

- Germany.

Where were you?

Romania.

Coffee pills... to stay awake.

See you.

Sorry...

Can I get a new one?

Yeah.

Of course you can.

You still live

on Sonder Alle... Lotte?

It's nice out there, huh?

Yeah, if you say so.

A little lonely though, right?

When should I come visit you?

When there's 8 days in a week.

That's next week!

I just saw it on the news.

An astrological phenomenon!

Is that you?

Jerk!

Light... Let there be light.

EPIDEMIOLOGY:

While all town fumbles in the dark,

we're safe in our medical cathedral.

The beauty of the back-up generator.

The virus occupies the host cell

and spreads to the rest

of the cells.

The danger is not in the spreading

of a virus

from animal to man...

30 years ago, the infected man

would die,

maybe take a village with him.

Look at this.

The 60's...

70's...

80's...

And today.

The danger...

is if the virus

gets to the international

air traffic network.

A virulent virus

can spread from Peking

to Sydney to Paris...

and any other county

in just 24 hours.

One of you has written,

I won't name names...

but it was Berit...

that the worst case scenario

is a virus as lethal as Ebola

and as contagious as influenza.

But such a virus already exists.

The true worst case scenario

is a person carying this virus

aboard Flight 137

from Mombasa to New York.

You don't know when it's coming,

but it is coming.

Virologists

are the last line of defense.

We contact the CDC in Atlanta

the second we have any suspicions.

Treatment is not an option.

The strategy is to prevent the virus

from spreading by isolating it.

It'll be a virologist

who saves the world.

So if world-saving is your thing,

you've come to the right place.

That's it.

Take your reports and don't ever

insult me like that again.

Sarah Tidholm,

do you have a second?

Miss Tidholm...

you're capable of better work.

Is anything wrong?

No, nothing... It's just...

I've met someone...

So you just sacrifice your career?

You know how it is with love...

No.

And it's complicated.

You see, he's an older man.

Much older.

A dinosaur, actually.

A dinosaur?

Happy birthday.

Did the staff throw a party for you?

You don't publicize your birthday

until you're a department head.

I hate that thing.

It saves lives. See you.

Are you ready?

We're just about to page him.

But he was just paged.

By who?

I'm Rastauw. You paged me?

- I.V.?

- Running.

Is the virologist here?

What is this?

He was found like this at

the airport. Type and cross match.

Get your damn gloves on.

We're losing him.

Let's get moving!

He has to be isolated.

Get his blood up to the lab

and call the ward.

Tell them we've got an unknown.

- Do we have a pulse?

- I can't find one.

- He's breathing.

- Get another I.V. going.

ECG...

Come on!

Defibrillator.

But he's breathing.

I said, juice him!

Nothing?

Again.

Copenhagen took the blackout

in stride.

The police reported

no increase

in calls for assistance.

The cause of the power outage

this evening is still a mystery.

Even cars and battery-operated

radios were unable to function.

We have a reporter

at the power plant...

What was it?

Ebola?

Have you seen this?

He's Romanian.

Touching his things without gloves?

Christ, Merete...

Was it Ebola?

Don't read that pop science stuff.

But he's Romanian.

Romania's in Europe, not Africa.

And this is the men's locker room.

Idiot...

How can you be certain?

Not you, too.

You could have checked it out,

notified Atlanta.

And panicked the entire

European medical community...

only to discover we were wrong?

We could have told Atlanta.

Told them what?

That a man died?

A man with Ebola-like symptoms.

We wait for the test results.

Goddamn it!

Then we put him on a non-stop flight

back to Romania.

Not until we know what it is.

Excuse me...

Which one of us

is Chief of Virology?

Merete, it's Soren Rastauw.

Is Tom still sleeping?

Would you douse him

with ice water for me? Thanks.

Hi, darling.

I didn't get any sleep.

I dreamt all through the night.

Tom, it's Rastauw.

What's the word?

Did it look like

nothing was wrong with him?

Marburg, Ebola, cancer,

even childhood diseases... Nothing.

What tests were run?

Blood.

Only blood?

That's all I was given.

Let's do a spinal tap.

There's one thing...

I made an unofficial report

to Atlanta last night.

Hang on a second.

It's odd the tests were negative.

There might be another case.

Massive internal bleeding,

high fever,

Ebola-like symptoms.

Where?

Romania.

A boy.

When?

It was reported 36 hours ago.

Jesus Christ!

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Something about it

doesn't make sense.

Was it arson?

Come down and help us find out.

Interpol's looking for a guy

who torched a pediatric ward

in Romania.

He took a flight to Denmark

before the cops caught up to him.

In Romania. That's Interpol.

Interpol.

Another word for desk job.

They're bending you over, Jensen.

They don't feel like

doing it themselves.

What about Homicide?

I got the Romanian report.

A Molotov cocktail

caused an explosion

which worsened

when it was fought with water.

Sounds familiar?

It's got to be potassium.

Potassium and gasoline.

How'd it look if he did it here

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