-Tell them to send an alert.
-No, I won't.

Why are you fighting me on this?
I won't base my first
official decision on a hunch.

It's not a hunch.
I've got a lab full of dead animals here!

There's no response to
intravenous acyclovir. They're all dead.

Of course! You stuck them with
the same needle. Where's the evidence?

I don't need any, I've got a feeling.
Your feeling is in my notes.
This is very simple.
It kills everything in its path.

Tell them to put out an alert.
This sounds familiar. Is that an order?
You're turning a deadly virus
into a family matter.

This is not personal.
I can't do this back and forth.
Once in your life, take a chance!

You know what? I did. I married you.
You hung up.
First it was the dogs, now we're fighting
over a virus. I can't believe it.

What is the matter?
Music is supposed to
soothe the savage beast.

Oh, Christ, you little shit.
-Welcome back.
-Look, look.

Let's have a look.
You got the papers?
Papers. That's a good one.
Look at her. You asked for a monkey,
I got you one.

-What do you mean, look at her?
-What do I mean?

I told you a male.
No, you said, '"she.'"
Client has a female.
He wants to breed them.

Goddamn! Jesus!
It's okay. It's okay.
All right, all right. I'll sell her cheap.
-Come on, help me out.
-We had a deal. You screwed up.

I can't even sell that one. Look.
It serves you right.
What am I going to do with her?