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No!

Damn.

Thanks for the present, Bennie.

I guess we're in the same business.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Don't want to keep the roaches waiting.

-Hey, Mike. Watch your step. -Yeah, yeah.

-These tracks are still Iive? -Williams, over here.

Jesus Christ. What happened to him?

I don't think he got eIectrocuted.

What's going on with his eyes?

Don't know yet. We'll have to wait for the autopsy.

What did this guy see to Ieave an expression Iike that?

Any witnesses?

Not to the accident. A guy went to grab a paper out of the newsstand.

When he came back, the victim was Iike this.

According to this guy, his eyes were bIeeding prior to the swan dive.

-Must have been into computers. -His name's PoIidori.

He and another guy wrote the book.

Must have tried to stop the train with it. Had to pry it out of his fingers.

Now all we need is the Ieading Iady.

-You want one? -No, thanks.

Give it up, Mike. The Feds are covering that now. It's over.

The Feds haven't done shit.

Not hearing from him doesn't mean he's stopped.

You're pissed off because this Doctor guy keeps sending you Iove Ietters.

Everyone has cases they can't crack. Don't Iet it fuck with your head.

What now?

Get him out of here. Put him in a hoIding pen, an empty one.

And get someone to transIate whatever Ianguage he's speaking.

Jesus Christ.

Check him for a passport, an ID, something in fucking EngIish.

It says he's a German exchange student, Dieter Schrader.

Lives over in the Village. Here's the address.

Call the heaIth bunnies, DOH.

Find out if there's some bug going around, something with bIoody eyes.

They can send someone to meet me at his apartment.

Sykes! Leave the doughnut shop here. Let's go! Come on.

Johnny!

Know any German?

-I can sing ''She Loves You'' in German. -Great. That'll heIp.

PoIice!

Anyone here?

Artists.

-I wouIdn't touch her just yet. -Jesus.

Actually, Terry Huston, Department of HeaIth.

-Detective Reilly. You got here fast. -Yeah.

Goddamn it.

God!

-What do you make of this? -This is really fascinating.

She's dispIaying possibIe signs of a hemorrhagic virus. Something Iike EboIa.

Excuse me.

-Reilly. -"Reilly, we got a problem."

Sykes! Hello? Sykes? What are you doing? Call the coroner.

Yeah, right.

Jesus.

What is it?

You better get back to the station.

I got a dead girI, a woman from DOH saying we have a serious probIem.

-I'm not going anywhere. -"I think you better get back here."

And bring the DOH with you.

Do you have a pIastic bag?

-That's evidence. -Yeah.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

-That's German. It means ''murderer.'' -I got that. What's with the 48?

Don't know.

BarIow, what happened here?

The guys said he was taIking to himseIf. That's it.

We'll know more when we get him to the morgue.

All right, stand back.

Great.

ShouId we be in one of those suits they're wearing?

-We're probabIy aIready infected. -So we couId all just be dying here?

What is it with you peopIe? You just Iet this shit run wiId?

Thanks.

Serum paneI is all cIear. It's not a virus.

So we're back at square one.

We've got the camcorder.

Sorry about the space patroI, but we had to be sure.

No probIem. I Iove needIes stuck in me. It's a hobby of mine.

So you Iike working with bugs and viruses?

Someone's got to do it. Otherwise, disease spreads out of controI.

You do the same thing.

At Ieast I can see what I'm deaIing with. This other shit creeps me out.

I hate germs and....

Diseases.

What about bugs?

I pretty much hate them too.

-You know you sIeep with bugs? -What?

You sIeep with bugs.

No, I don't, actually.

Yeah, you do. Everyone does.

Dust mites. They're in your carpets, in your bed.

They Iook Iike IittIe Iobsters. In fact, they're distant reIatives.

-You're enjoying this, aren't you? -I just don't get out much.

I can see that.

I'm sorry.

I'm being inconsiderate, making you uncomfortabIe.

I'm so used to seeing through a Iens, I forget how intimidating a camera can be.

I'm doing a IittIe fiIm at the WiIton Theatre, and....

You know, I can't say this without it sounding Iike a Iine, but....

I was fiIming you because you happen to be the perfect Ieading Iady.

Do you mean that?

I can't promise anything...

...but come by the theater tonight...

...I'll put you in front of the camera, see what happens.

You have to punch this button. Then you can record us.

Hard to beIieve that's the same guy.

Wait!

-I can watch this Iater. -Wait a second.

The guy's Iosing it.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The sun's out.

Another storm coming.

Shit! I got a ticket.

I think I can take care of this for you.

Really?

So I'll see you Iater?

Thanks.

Terry, couId you come in here?

Mr. Turnbull?

Did you want something?

No.

Yeah.

What happened with the German kids? Is it EboIa?

No. I don't even think it's a virus.

-What, then? -I don't know.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

Let me know if you hear anything, okay?

Sure.

-Where did your computer go? -Broke.

I sent it in for repair.

-PIaying on the Internet too much? -Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna go finish my report.

Hot!

Cause of death appears to be a stroke brought on by a surge of adrenaIine.

No signs of vioIence except the bIeeding.

Hi, you must be Terry Huston. I'm Thana Brinkman.

One moment.

Severe rupturing to the ocuIar bIood vesseIs. I can't account for it.

Heart is compIeteIy engorged.

There's a massive hemorrhage to the cerebraI cortex.

Death was instantaneous. End report.

-So it was a stroke. -UnIess Iab tests find something eIse.

There's no known virus, bacteria or viruIent protein.

Excuse me.

Brinkman.

We have another one.

Oh, my God. It's Eddie Turnbull.

Did your husband have any medicaI probIems?

Any condition that wouId contribute to his sudden death?

Other than the chain-smoking and the chronic stress?

I tried to warn him. It never bothered him untiI these Iast coupIe of days.

He got kind of sick, started seeing things.

-What kind of things? -Crazy things.

Said someone was watching him.

Kept taIking about a IittIe girI. There was no IittIe girI.

I think he worked himseIf to death.

AIways working. AIways on his computer.

You know what's odd, though?

It was Iike he was afraid of it.

Mrs. Turnbull, do you mind if we take this?

Now, you and I share a great responsibiIity...

...to them.

They've come to watch but aIso to Iearn.

We will provide a Iesson...

...that reducing reIationships...

...to anonymous, eIectronic impuIses...

...is a perversion.

But here, we offer intimacy.

So tell us about yourseIf, who you are, where you're from.

Do you have brothers and sisters?

Did you dream of being a ballerina when you grew up?

You're gonna kill me, aren't you?

Of course I'm gonna kill you.

The Internet offers birth, sex, commerce...

...seduction, proseIytizing, poIitics...

...posturing.

Death is a IogicaI component.

An intimate experience made more so...

...by knowing the victim.

So, Karen...

...tell us your hopes and dreams.

Nothing. Nothing in common.

PoIidori had a bad chiIdhood, some juveniIe stuff.

CIeaned up at tech schooI.

German kids seem cIean. One was arrested for weed, big surprise.

Turnbull didn't even have a traffic ticket. I don't know.

Let's start over. We gotta be missing something.

They all had the same pattern of bIeeding, right?

They all had burnt computers.

Maybe this guy was trying to tell us something.

We gotta get these computers checked out.

I know a forensic programmer, Denise Stone. She's worked with me before.

She might be abIe to heIp.