Toxin

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(rumbling)

(birds crowing)

(melancholy orchestral music)

- [Scientist #1] Exposure time?

- [Scientist #2] 24 hours since

subject's contact

with the spores.

- [Scientist #1] Symptoms?

- [Scientist #2]

Nosebleed at four hours,

internal hemorrhaging at eight,

psychotic break at twelve.

Let's test him again

for the immunity gene.

- [Scientist #1] I'll get a

look under the microscope.

(electronic beeping)

(gasps)

(suspenseful music)

(metallic bang)

(low scream)

(glass breaking)

(alarm blaring)

(grunts)

(alarm blaring)

- Jack, assume we

have a live one.

Secure that now.

Easy now, you.

Against the wall.

That's it.

Now let's see you slide

down to the floor.

(heavy breathing)

Good.

(gunshot)

(ominous music)

(clicking)

(electronic beeping)

(inaudible speaking, buzzing)

(sigh)

- Doctor Locke,

headquarters on V-Link-One.

(sighs)

- [Female Computer

Voice] Standby.

- We're aware of the

Level One breach.

- A minor setback.

- This is a potential disaster.

- With all due respect,

the biological process

is as much art as it is science.

- The board doesn't

see it that way.

Majority votes to

kill the project.

- The antiserum is a success.

- It means nothing

without the vaccine.

We're pulling the plug.

- One week.

Give me one week.

I'll deliver.

- One week, Doctor Locke.

Or it all goes.

(ominous music)

(grunts)

- (radio crackle) Renner,

to the nerve center.

(beeping)

- Right here, sir.

- Activate patient zero.

Tonight, we go live.

- Perfect.

(radio crackle) Jackson,

load up my truck.

(dark brooding music)

(car door squeaking)

(door creaking)

(footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

(beeping)

(steam hissing)

(jet engines rumbling)

(inaudible announcements)

(sighs)

- Oh god.

My soldier boy is finally home.

I felt like this day

would never come.

- Yeah, you and me both.

(car engine starts and runs)

- You must be exhausted.

- I'm okay.

- You still up for camping?

- Yeah.

- Cause I can have

Rhonda cancel, it's--

- No. No, I'm fine.

- I didn't hear from

you for two months.

- (sighs) Hard to find

the time, you know.

- It was hard for me, too.

I just hope that whatever

happened back there

can stay back there, you know?

- Me too.

- I learned some new moves.

- Yeah?

Like what?

- Oh, don't you worry.

You'll find out soon enough.

- Roger that.

- Surprise!

(cheering)

- Whoo! Welcome home, Dean.

- You really shouldn't have.

- Well, we wanted to do

something special for you,

so please try to enjoy it.

- [Dean] Wow.

- Get over here, get

over here. Come on.

Oh, G. I. Joe returns.

- (laughs) It's good

to see you, Rhonda.

Uh, thank you.

Wow.

- [Rhonda] Let's party.

- [Partygoers] Whoo!

- Is that him? Is it?

- [Dean] It's me.

- Look at you--

- [Dean] Hey.

- you're like muscles

and stuff now.

- [Dean] How are you?

- I missed you, dude.

- [Dean] Yeah, I

missed you, too.

- Poker nights were not

the same without you.

- Oh, yea?

Did you manage to win a few?

- Maybe.

- (laughs) Yeah, Ricky

couldn't win with pocket aces.

- [Ricky] All right, well,

at least I use my money

and not my daddy's.

- Yeah, real clever germo-freak.

- Come on.

Jesus.

- I see nothing has

changed over here.

- Nothing.

- No.

- [Ricky] You need a beer?

- [Dean] Yeah.

- How about you?

- I guess you better

get a new one. (laughs)

- Now a bloody American hero.

- It wasn't like that, man.

- Well, tell us, Mister

Pierce, what was it like?

- Back off Travis.

Welcome home, Dean.

- [Dean] Izzy! (laughs) Hi.

- Hi.

I am so bummed.

I have to take off

but I will be back

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