Contagion

Once again,|for passengers traveling on Flight 1457...

...to Orlando, please take advantage|of the boarding bag-check announcement.

You'll pick it up at baggage claim|in Orlando.

It's a really full flight today.

- Hey.|- Yeah, Jon Neal here.

You just had sex with me in a hotel|and left without saying goodbye.

Yeah, it ended up being delayed, so...|Sorry, I was panicking.

Well, if I don't get to see you again...

...I just wanted to say|it was nice to see you again.

Yeah, it was nice to see you too.

And listen,|use that other e-mail I gave you...

...because that's the only secure one,|okay?

Okay.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just...

I'm just jet-lagged. I'm tired.

You should go home and get some rest.|Hong Kong's a long way.

Attention passengers on Flight 5228...

- Oh, wait.|- ...to Minneapolis.

Is that you?

Yep, that's me. They're calling my flight.

All right.|Well, look, I'm really glad you called.

- Thanks. Bye.|- Bye.

Please have your|boarding passes out and ready.

Thanks.

- Good morning, Roger.|- Hey.

So you really kicked ass|in that football pool?

You need to give up on your Lions.|Pick with your head, not your heart.

Yeah, thank you for the tip.

- Yeah. Doc...|- Yeah?

I know you're busy. I...

- You got a second?|- Sure.

I got a medical question.

My kid's been|having problems at school.

- Attention deficit thing.|- ADHD?

- Yeah.|- He been diagnosed yet?

That's the thing.|They want him to see someone.

I was wondering|if you could take a look at him.

- I'm not really that kind of doctor.|- I didn't know. I just thought...

Maybe I can refer someone, though.

- Yeah?|- Yeah. It's treatable.

- Okay.|- We'll find someone, have them take a look.

- Shouldn't be a problem.|- Okay.

- All right.|- Yup.

- Thanks, doc.|- You're welcome.

Why doesn't anybody|help him? Is he okay?

Read the posts.

Some say it was staged. An art project.

Some say the authorities|wouldn't do an autopsy.

Covered it up.

- Covered what up?|- We don't know.

Maybe Minamata disease.|You know, from mercury in the fish.

There have been outbreaks in the past.|Fishing industry suppresses it.

- "Industrial disease."|- Yeah, but it's just one man.

- We don't know what happened.|- Just one man on video.

Not everyone has the foresight|to die in front of a camera.

The ones we don't see worry me.

Fish is shipped all over the world|from there.

How many people read your paper|over a plate of sushi?

Alan, we have almost no freelance budget|anymore, and after H1...

You wait. A few days, this will be tweeted|and YouTubed all over the planet.

We don't wanna be the paper|that cries wolf.

I'll show it to Hobart.|He does our health stuff.

You're gonna give him my story?|You're gonna give him my story, aren't you?

No, Alan, I'm trying to help you.|It's just one man on a bus.

- I taped this meeting.|- We need more information than that.

This story runs in the Chronicle,|I will sue your ass.

Great. Okay, bye, Alan.|Don't call me anymore.

Print media is dying, Lorraine.

It's dying.|I'll save you a seat on the bus.

Hi, I'm Mitch Emhoff.|I'm Clark's stepdad. Clark Morrow.

All right, I'll let him know you're here.

Okay.

He said he was feeling very warm|in Mrs. Tatum's class.

I took his temperature again since I called.|It was a touch over a hundred.

Okay. Well, first his mom|and now the mighty Clark?

All right, let's go get some soup|for you and Mom.

Hope you feel better, Clark, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

Thattaboy.

We're gonna beat this thing down|by Turkey Day.

I'm in Texas. I'll try it.|I'll try anything once.

That's not true.

Jory's going straight from|the band trip to her mom's place.

And my job interview got pushed|to next week.

I'm not really sure what that means.|Hopefully nothing.

My arm.

Come here, sit down, sit down, sit down.|Watch your feet. Come on.

Come on. Come on, honey.

Okay, what happened?|Did you take too much of that flu sh*t?

Honey? Beth, Beth.|Honey, honey.

Beth. Jesus. Jesus.|Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Hey, Beth.

- Mom?|- No, no, no. Stay there, Clark. Don't...

Just go...|Go up to your room, honey.

Honey, honey.

- Beth.|- Beth, can you hear me?

My name's Dr. Arrington.|You're in the hospital.

You had a seizure this morning, Beth.

- She have a history of seizures?|- No, no, no.

- Allergies?|- I think she's allergic to penicillin.

- She fall recently? Hit her head?|- No, she came back from a trip...

What about drugs? MDMA? Ecstasy?

No. No, we don't do that.

- Okay, let's get some help in here.|- Jesus. Beth. Beth.

Sir, you have to go. You have to go.

Let's get a line in her.

And give me 2 milligrams of Ativan,|please.

So, despite all our efforts,|she failed to respond.

- Okay.|- And her heart stopped...

...and unfortunately, she did die.

Right.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Emhoff.|- I know this is hard to accept.

Okay. I mean, so can I go talk to her?

Mr. Emhoff, I'm sorry. Your wife is dead.

I mean, I just saw her.|We were just at home.

Is there somebody that we can call?

Someone who you think should be here|with you?

I mean, we had dinner. We had pizza.|She said she was jet-lagged.

You mentioned that she was away.|Hong Kong?

We checked the latest bulletins.

The only things there were measles|and H1 N1...

...and this was not that.

Then what was it?

We don't always know.

I mean, some people get a disease and live,|some get sicker and die.

We're gonna have to notify|the medical examiner...

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