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New Life (2023)

Posted: 04/26/24 13:50
by bunniefuu
Raymond.

Elsa.

A little early, isn't it?

For a citrus forward Albario?

Pairs wonderfully

with oysters, I'm told.

Oh, okay.

Yes, I would love some coffee.

Sure.

Uh, shoes?

Your leg. What happened?

Oh, I pulled something running.

Two sugars.

Oh, and if you have it,

a splash of oat milk.

If not, regular's fine.

I like what you've done

with the place.

It's, uh, very

sparse.

We never did much small talk.

Why start now?

Contract came down the pipe.

We're 36 hours in.

It's already spiraling

out of control.

This, uh, contract...

It's gonna float operational

expenses for some time,

so we need our best on it.

Rest of the crew? Location?

All in the brief.

We believe the subject is

en route to the border, and, uh

well...

we can't let her cross.

The whole g*dd*mn

company was convinced

Jessica Murdoch beelined it

to Mexico.

And the f*cking

dream team is on the case.

Lands a visual

in less than a day.

Yeah, save it for my funeral,

Vince.

What are we looking at?

You're looking at Harvey Moyer,

age 67.

The evangelical pastor.

Lives in Andover, South Dakota.

South Dakota?

That's quite the drive.

Imagine he made a few stops.

Yeah, according to his phone,

he made a few.

Looks like he filled up

on gas for seven minutes.

Uh, should have all security

footage from every stop,

including current location.

Church in the Valley,

within the hour.

Church in the Valley. Copy that.

Might want to check

the expiration date on those.

Um, sorry. I was just--

Stealing my soup.

I'm incredibly sorry

for trespassing.

Janie's making some breakfast.

Come inside.

Come on, now.

Honey, you can relax.

Thank you.

Sorry about the close quarters.

We don't get a lot of visitors.

Well, it's fine.

This is great.

You been living on the streets?

No. Um...

I'm traveling.

Oh.

Where?

North.

Is that where your fianc is?

No. Um...

No, he's not.

Well...

there are clean towels

in the bathroom

down the hall on the left

if you want to wash up.

I think I'll take you up

on that.

Thank you, now.

Hey! If you wanted more food,

I can get you yogurt.

I wasn't aware we had

bacon-flavored yogurt.

That was quick.

Yeah, actually, I decided

to skip the shower.

I just want to hit the road.

Well, Frank's out

in the driveway waiting for you.

Figured wherever you're going,

we can get you closer.

That's really nice,

but I'm actually, uh...

I'm happy walking.

Please. It'll give him

something to do with his day,

and it'll help me because I get

a little alone time.

So, we headed anywhere

in particular

or we just gonna drive north

till we hit the North Pole?

I'm going to Portview.

I never heard of it.

It's on the border.

I like the bell.

I'm glad somebody does.

I usually take it off of her

if I'm not here

for any period of time,

but she just calved

24 hours ago.

I can't get anywhere near her.

What happened to your horses?

I beg your pardon?

I saw rat droppings

in feed containers,

old halters, blankets.

Sounds like you spent

some time on a farm.

Just my entire childhood.

Well, then as you know,

horses take a lot of work.

I'm getting old.

Something had to give.

We sold them a few years back.

That's sad.

Wasn't happy.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Why are you helping me?

Freedom of reinvention

built this country,

and I don't intend

to get in its way.

Well, the road ends here.

Thank you so much

for the ride, Frank.

Well, I thought I was taking you

to a girlfriend's or something.

Where are you headed now?

-That way.

-Well, hey, wait a minute.

We packed a bag for you

in the bed of the truck.

A winter jacket,

old pair of Janie's boots, and

a blanket, and some

of that canned food

you seem to be so fond of.

That'll all come in handy,

likely tonight.

I don't know what to say.

You know, you could come back

and stay with us for a bit,

and help out on the property

while you figure

some things out.

You two have already

been so generous, but...

I really need to get going now.

Not too many people

are too kind these days.

Take care of yourself out there.

Sure.

Oh, God.

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck.

Elsa Gray.

I wasn't sure this

was actually gonna happen.

Hi, Sal. I'm sorry.

I know you wanted

to do this in person.

It's just been crazy

with work lately.

Work? Well, I'm glad

that's still going.

Is it challenging?

No. It's great.

Well, that is good to hear.

Let me, um ...

Hello, Elsa.

I'm excited to chat with you.

But talking is getting

a little difficult.

There may be long gaps.

Um, no, it's nice to meet you.

So, Elsa, I know that

you're here to interview me,

but I'm sure that you may have

some questions for Laura, too.

Um...

No. I mean, I didn't--

When were you diagnosed?

Six months ago.

How is your family

handling things?

Oh, we're not close. They--

They, um--

I haven't told them yet.

ALS...

It basically

makes you feel like

a prisoner in your own body.

You will experience

all of the stages of grief

and mourn your old life.

So you will learn about

the weakness

of the human spirit.

But also about its strength

in deep and profound ways.

You're going to need

to tell your family eventually.

You're gonna be depending

on them,

even if you have

a dozen caregivers like me.

Uh, I don't want to...

burden them,

I can't, I mean, I--

Are you thinking about su1c1de?

Yeah.

That's vanity.

Misery is powerful,

but so is acceptance.

Elsa, what is up

with you and this song?

I can't imagine that's

the reason you're calling.

She could still be walking.

Sure, but it's 109 miles

to the border.

And at a conservative pace

of 25 miles a day,

that means she'd have to stay

out of sight for four days.

Oh, my God.

You'd think they would

clean these cars

before they rent them out.

All right, so you agree then?

You don't think

she's still in town?

I think she's smarter than that.

Well, if she hitched a ride,

then why aren't we folded

into the dragnets

along the highway?

Oh, because I insisted

we stay in town for a few days.

Why?

Because if she

hitched a ride, then...

Then there's potentially

other subjects of interest.

You gotta cross the T's

and dot the I's, Vince.

Baby, you have to go eventually.

Come on.

Let's see.

-Thank you very much.

-No. No!

Don't mind if I do.

That's--

-That is brutal, I have to say.

-You are vicious.

-That's probably

-I am done. I am done!

I am never playing another

game of this with you again.

That's like the meanest hand

I've ever played.

How many points did you have?

Seven, fourteen...

-Stop counting. Stop being mean.

-Nineteen. Twenty-six.

Stop counting and just celebrate

with the losers.

Jess...

Come on.

It's just a dog.

Hi.

Hi, sweetheart.

You're such a good girl,

aren't you?

Oh, she doesn't have any tags.

She must be lost.

Yeah, or feral.

You thirsty?

Do you want some water, baby?

Hey, babe, I--

I think maybe

we should just, you know,

let it be.

Let it be?

Yeah, who knows

what that thing's been doing

or what it's been eating.

Aw, you've been out here

all by yourself in the cold

for who knows how long,

and this mean man doesn't want

to give you any water.

It's okay.

I'm gonna get you some water,

and I'm gonna get you

a nice big meal.

How's that chicken?

Same as yesterday.

You know,

I've been thinking about it.

Over all these years,

I most definitely spent more

time on the phone with you

than I have

with my own wife in person.

Yeah, how you found

the time to date

marry, let alone procreate,

it's just beyond me.

How sad is that?

I feel worse for Maya.

Maya? Are you kidding me?

Do you know what it's actually

like when I am home?

She holds all the cards.

I'm on 100% dad duty.

Did I tell you

that she planned a trip?

A vacation to Paris.

With a few girlfriends.

She said it's her turn

to get out of the house

while I stay home

and watch the kids.

What does she think I'm doing?

Sipping Mai Tais

in f*cking Bali?

Sounds tragic.

Hey, speaking of which,

there's some world-class fishing

out there where you are.

Fishing?

Vince, have we even met?

-What?

- Nothing, Vince.

I just appreciate the constant

push for a vacation.

Yeah, well, seeing

as you've yet to take any.

I mean, I imagine you've

built up quite a bit of it.

No, it's just amazing

that you keep trying,

given that you know

how I feel about it.

Yeah, what's the point

in taking time off

if you're just coming back

to the same job?

f*cking tell that to Maya.

You're either done

or you're not.

You want a break?

Do something new.

Yeah, well, life outside of this

still does exist.

Not in our line of work, Vince.

That's why you keep fighting

with Maya,

because she gets it

and you don't.

Okay, well,

what's stopping you then?

From what? Quitting?

You haven't liked the work

in years.

It's about being ready

to let go.

And I am not there yet.

We open in an hour.

Do you need any help?

I'm sorry?

Washing dishes, serving beers...

building a patio.

I can do it all.

Uh, no, we're not hiring.

Oh.

Well, then, how about a drink?

Whiskey?

Sure.

Is this your place?

Say I'm looking after it

for a friend.

So, what are we toasting?

To...

a new life.

That I can drink to.

There's a mop in the back.

Fresh pot of coffee.

Clean the floors in the kitchen

before Trav gets in at 4:00.

Thank you.

I'm Molly.

Janie.

Hit the sink, too.

Nothing at the morgue.

Local police are checking in

with me every hour.

We've already wasted

too much time here.

Let's get you patched in

on highways.

-I disagree.

-We can monitor this remotely.

We're getting sloppy,

and you know it.

We cannot let her

cross the border.

We need more resources.

We should be cross-checking

all of our work

with local authorities.

We should have a dedicated

national intel team

working full-time,

gaming out every possible--

You've got five hours.

Molls?

You want to top me off, please?

You're looking

pretty good there, Bruce.

Do I?

Who's the horse's ass now?

Yeah, it's still you.

Looks like your little wolf

buddy gave us some fleas.

It wasn't a wolf.

It was a pretty small dog,

actually.

So gross.

I liked the snuggles,

and I would do it again.

Yeah, you would. She's so cute.

What a sweet,

adorable dog, babe.

She's practically

already housebroken.

We should bring her home.

I mean, she's so--

I wish we did bring her home.

She was really, really cute.

Holy shit.

What, babe?

So...

Husband? Boyfriend? Wife?

What?

Which one are you running from?

I saw your ring.

Oh.

Um...

Boyfriend, I guess.

Yeah.

I got one of those.

A husband.

He's a few towns over.

He gave me a few of those, too.

He's a...

mean, mean drunk.

He had me so f*cked in the head,

I thought I was the one

with the problem.

Even though I was the only

one with the medical bills, so.

I didn't think I could ever

leave him, and then

one day I woke up, and...

I didn't know how I could have

stayed with him for so long.

Anyway...

Liquor, like time,

heals all wounds.

Trust me.

Okay.

Oh.

To healing.

Do you have a place to stay?

I'll get a hotel or something.

On those tips?

Maybe a bunk bed.

Come on, I got a couch.

But I'm not gonna drive,

so it's a bit of a hike.

-I think I'll be okay.

-Yeah.

I don't suppose

this is your final stop?

Mm...

I guess. I've just kind of

been playing it by ear.

It's a small, boring town.

It doesn't offer much.

But it has good people.

And you may

have convinced me

of the need to hire

a very mediocre barback.

You know...

before this trip, I...

I only ever moved once

from a farm to a small city,

and I was pretty close

to spending

the rest of my life there.

But I don't think that's what

I ever really wanted.

-No?

-No.

I want to see the world.

Well, then, Janie,

it seems pretty simple to me.

You need to see the world.

Yeah.

I like that.

f*ck.

f*ck!

f*ck!

What?

This is Nurse Wagner

calling from

St. Patrick's Hospital.

Oh! St. Patrick's Hospital.

Yeah.

Uh, symptoms?

Uh, okay. Did--

Um, did she come in?

Uh, how long ago was the call?

She called about a day ago.

Do you happen to have

an address?

-Yeah.

-Great! Go ahead.

Janie Lerner?

Janie Lerner?

Uh...

I'm here because I believe

you've been in contact

with a woman that I'm looking

for, Jessica Murdock.

She's, um...

She's carrying a distinct strain

of the Ebola virus.

And the symptoms

that you called

the hospital about, the...

flu-like symptoms, the...

body hemorrhaging...

Janie?

Janie?

Janie?

Janie?

Janie?

Hey.

You okay?

Help me!

Does anyone else know? Vince?

Any of the other operatives?

Any of them have a clue?

Information is given

strategically

to those who need to know it--

You want me to do my job,

Raymond.

How about you give me

some real f*cking intel?

It should be on your screen.

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

Let me out!

-R-naught?

-Thirty-five.

That's higher than measles.

Incubation period,

two days give or take.

Could be shorter,

depending upon exposure.

You had me talking

to people without a mask.

Without gloves.

From everything we know,

this disease is not

aerosol-based.

Direct contact,

blood, saliva, vomit.

"Everything we know."

Are you f*cking kidding me?

We need to catch her, Elsa.

For whatever reason,

she's asymptomatic.

A healthy carrier.

She's important.

Hey!

Hey!

Come back here!

Come back!

We can't contain this.

But we already have.

Every single person

Jessica's come into contact with

is in forced isolation.

What we need now

is for you to bring her in.

Put an end to this.

Does Jessica know

that she's spreading this?

No.

She believes

she's on the run for m*rder.

It appears our subject

has dismantled

the light in her room.

Condition of detainee?

I can't get a visual.

It's pitch-black in there.

One moment.

Orders are to enter

and check vitals.

Copy that.

Ian?

- Jess?

- Oh my God!

Jess...

- Jess.

- Oh my God!

-Ian!

-Jess...

-Oh my God!

-Come help me.

-What did they do to you?

-Please help me get out.

-Baby!

-Don't leave me here.

Jess, don't leave me here.

Ian!

Ian! Baby!

Baby! Baby!

Jess!

Ian? Ian!

No! No!

Get up, Ian! Get up!

I'm so sorry, baby.

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Raymond, the scope

of this operation

is like we are serving

Jessica Murdock

a f*cking subpoena,

not containing

an international outbreak.

AdienGen Technologies

worked in conjunction

with the US government

to facilitate

the gain-of-function research

behind this virus.

But it was AdienGen alone

who contracted us.

I'm working

for a pharmaceutical company?

A technology conglomerate,

but...

Yeah.

This specific operation

is spearheaded

under a medical R&D wing.

And this is why we've been dark

this whole time.

I'm a f*cking idiot.

Until Jessica Murdock

is captured

and the link between her,

the dog, and AdienGen is erased,

yes, we remain dark.

I'm out.

I'm out.

I'm sick.

ALS. Yeah.

I'm terribly sorry, Elsa.

You know?

Why'd you think

I sent you to find her?

I have a disease,

not a death wish, you assh*le.

Yet, you still work.

Why?

Because what else

are we gonna do?

Retire early?

Are you gonna sit at home

and watch television

while your body

shuts down limb by limb?

So, yes, a talented fixer

without a family

who's on her way out

can and should carry

the weight of such a mission.

But your job is still to bring

in Jessica Murdock alive

or, if necessary, dead.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Hey, Molly?

I'm gonna go to the store

and get something

for this massive hangover.

Do you want anything?

Okay.

Janie.

I got a ping.

Turns out you can legally

be kicked out of a bar

for being too drunk.

Well, guess what?

I still haven't left yet

because I need to cash out.

According to the guy

who shot this,

she got hired there that night.

Jesus Christ.

How far away is the bar?

Uh, you're about

five minutes out.

Yeah, I trained a model

to detect Jess's face

from that rest area photo

that we had,

then I had to crawl

the entire f*cking town.

Where are we at with this?

Oh. Yeah

Totally not impressive at all,

Vince. Right.

Okay. Uh...

everyone who was at that bar

is currently detained.

Am I the only one who is

remotely concerned about this?

Well, according to Raymond,

apparently it's best

if it's just the three of us

on that side of the loop.

Last sighting of Jess?

She was closing

with the manager,

Molly Presser.

Let me guess,

we have no idea where Molly is.

Correct.

Apparently

she's pretty tight-lipped

about where she stays.

A violent ex, I believe.

Still working

on her current location.

It all seems

pretty f*cking suspect, right?

I mean...

potentially igniting

an international incident

with our closest ally over

Ebola?

Am I missing a piece

of the puzzle here, Elsa?

Point me to the bar, Vince.

We'll take it backwards

from there.

Copy that.

Holy f*ck.

Guess who I have eyes on.

I have a visual

on one Jessica Murdock.

Oh, shit.

We have a visual

on Jessica Murdock!

Everyone, keep tracking.

Backup should be there

in five minutes .

Do not let her

out of your sight!

Copy that.

Excuse me!

Miss.

Excuse me!

Jessica Murdock, freeze!

Molly?

Hey, I gotta go now, okay?

Molly?

So Molly left her car

at the bar.

What does this mean?

It means that she either

ordered a ride

or she got picked up by someone,

or she's on foot.

Vince, I need a crawl

of every rideshare pickup

within a five-mile radius of

the bar over the last 48 hours.

Seeing as they don't have any

out here, that should be easy.

Nearby cameras,

they pick up anything?

Nearest I found

is out of sight of the bar,

and people out here

don't have smart cameras.

Stoplight cameras,

CCTV's downtown

are all air-gapped,

so, you know,

a bit tricky, Elsa.

Any leads on where

Jessica might have landed

outside of staying with Molly?

No. Every motel, hotel,

and a hostel

in a two-hour f*cking drive,

nothing.

Elsa?

Okay, so since Molly

doesn't own any property

and we're not pulling anything

on new rentals,

we've got to assume

Molly is staying with a friend

or maybe a relative.

So Vince, I need a list

of every known contact

Molly Presser has in this town.

What?

Elsa, she's a small-town

bartender

who never left her small town.

She's gonna have a f*cking

dictionary of contacts.

Well, I don't know.

When in doubt, estimate.

And in an emergency, guess!

It's a tiny f*cking town, Vince!

Figure it the f*ck out!

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Stand by.

2093 Fairway Drive,

home to Diane Ming.

Worked at the Moosehead

in 2018.

Primary residence now Texas.

Distance from the border?

1.3 kilometers.

Copy that.

Elsa, wait for backup

before proceeding.

Going in.

We cannot let the subject

escape again!

Raymond, I am looking

at a mountain range right now.

That's the Canadian border.

We don't have time for backup.

You've tracked the subject,

but you've established

yourself as a liability,

so I am asking you

to stand the f*ck down!

That's an order.

Isn't this why you picked me,

Raymond?

The woman who's already dead

to be on the front line

of the apocalypse?

What did Elsa mean by that?

Raymond.

Jessica Murdock.

I have my g*n pointed at you,

and I do not miss.

My name is Elsa Gray,

and believe it or not,

I am here to help you.

You are a healthy carrier

for this thing,

which means you're spreading it,

even though you're not sick.

I think I might

be a little bit sick, Elsa.

I don't know.

I don't know. No one knows

anything about this disease,

but you're here talking to me,

and that's gotta mean something,

so I need you to come with me.

I'm not going anywhere.

I am not asking.

Don't take another step!

I don't want to sh**t you,

but I will!

Jessica!

I will sh**t

for the head this time.

I don't know what you've become,

but that sure as hell

will stop you.

We need your blood, Jessica,

and I can do that with you

alive or dead.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.

I know.

But I can't go back.

Stay where you are.

You are highly contagious.

I won't go back to that place.

You can't run from this.

Don't you get it?

Don't you think I get it?

Do you?

The Lerners are dead,

both of them.

Molly is dead.

Ian is dead.

I just...

I just...

I just wanted to see the world.

Me too.

Me too.

I'm sorry.

Jessica Murdock is dead.

- Oh.

- Elsa.

Uh, can I get you anything?

Do you want tea or a coffee or?

Elsa, I know...

I know that these changes

are scary.

And they're big.

And they're coming on very fast.

But...

I assure you...

there is still a lot

of good living left to do.

So, stairs.

Let's start with stairs.

You have a lot of stairs.

And they cannot all stay.

But I know a good contractor.

He's, um, not cheap,

but he's good and he's--

Sorry.

He's not cheap

but he's good.