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FADE IN:

EXT. MODERN SCIENCE CITY - DAY

A sprawling metropolis buzzes with life. The skyline is a silhouette of skyscrapers dotted with greenery. People move about; some on foot, others on futuristic public transport that glides silently along its tracks. Among them, a facility stands out—a beacon of progress—LIFESPAN LABS.

SUPER: “A world where technology and science leap beyond the boundaries of imagination.”

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - DAY

ED GALLAGHER (mid-30s, altruistic in nature), in a white lab coat, briskly moves through the high-tech corridors of Lifespan Labs. His eyes, full of determination, scan the bustling activity of his peers, each contributing to a colossal synergy of innovation. They nod with respect as he passes.

SUPER: “ED GALLAGHER, CHIEF BIO-ENGINEER - THE PIONEER OF REGENERATIVE MEDICINE”

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

Ed stands in front of a digital blackboard, ANIMATED GRAPHS and CHARTS come to life around him with a touch. His colleagues, a mix of eager intellects and weary veterans, focus on his every word. Ed finishes his captivating presentation, the possibility of defeating time itself hangs palpable in the air.

ED
(to his colleagues)
With our breakthrough, we’re not just pushing the frontiers of science… we’re redefining them. Imagine a world where aging is optional, where disease is a distant memory. That future is now within our grasp.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - RESEARCH WING - DAY

Ed walks by a series of glass enclosures—inside, GENETICALLY MODIFIED RATS glow with a bioluminescent sheen indicative of the success of their revitalization experiments. He stops, admiration in his gaze, watching the cornerstone of their triumph.

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - EVENING

As the sun sets on the city, the facility’s lights begin to dim. Ed steps out into the evening, removing his lab glasses. The weight of the day’s success and expectations of a brighter future rests upon his shoulders. But there is a hint of something ominous in the air—a brewing storm perhaps.

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INT. MODERN SCIENCE CITY - LIFESPAN LABS - ED’S PRIVATE LAB - DAY

A pristine laboratory filled with incubators, microscopes, and digital displays. The air hums with the sterile scent of progress. Ed, with an affectionate touch, adjusts the controls on an enclosure housing a singular rat, noticeably older than the rest.

SUPER: “PROJECT ETERNITY - THE PINNACLE OF LIFESPAN LABS’ RESEARCH”

The rat stirs, its aged eyes blinking into the brightness. Ed notes down observations with precision on his tablet. He’s the picture of a scientist at the height of his powers, a maestro orchestrating a symphony of life and science.

ED
(under his breath)
You’re going to change the world, aren’t you, little fella?

A sudden vibration pulses through the floor—the prelude to the oncoming maelstrom.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - STREETS - DUSK

The city that was once gleaming with the neon glow of peace and plenty now senses the change. Dark clouds converge in the sky, the atmosphere thickens. Workers hasten their pace, a distant thunder punctuates their urgency.

INT. ED’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

A cozy space adorned with science awards, family photographs, and comfy furnishings—the sanctuary of Ed and his wife, ANNA GALLAGHER (early 30s, warm and intelligent). They ease into their evening, wine glasses in hand.

ANNA
(to Ed)
Can you imagine it, Ed? A world without the fear of losing our loved ones too soon. Your research… it’s a gift.

Her words carry the weight of dreams and dread, unbeknownst to the loving couple of the horrors that will unfold.

INT. ED’S HOME - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Ed and Anna share a tender moment, their love tangible in the soft lighting and gentle caress. The conversation drifts to future plans, children’s laughter, and a lifetime of possibilities.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - LIFESPAN LABS - NIGHT

An emergency alarm slices through the silence, red lights flare against the foreboding sky. A security breach in progress, containment protocols failing—one particular enclosure lies shattered, a test subject missing.

SUPER: “CONTAINMENT BREACH DETECTED - LEVEL ONE PRIORITY ALERT”

Chaos erupts as guards dash through the corridors, scientists in panic. An underlying fear grips everyone as the rat—the harbinger of doom—remains unseen.

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INT. ED’S HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT

The sound of rain tapping against the window. Ed and Anna are in pajamas, preparing a late-night snack. Laughter fills the room – a stark contrast to the brewing storm outside.

ANNA
(smirking)
Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with your food?

ED
(grinning)
Only when I tried to make my peas immortal.

The joke hangs, both unaware of the irony that will soon engulf their lives.

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - CONTAINMENT WING - NIGHT

Rain lashes against the massive windows. Inside, automation abounds, but one enclosure lies breached, an eerie glow of the emergency red light painting the room. Something has escaped – something meant to be forever confined.

INT. ED’S HOME - BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

A shared moment of passion turns tender. They embrace, safe in the cocoon of their home. But their phones vibrate insistently on the bedside table - missed calls and emergency texts go unanswered for now.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - SECURITY OFFICE - NIGHT

Desperation in the eyes of the security team as they scan multiple monitors. Each screen flickers with scenes of escalating pandemonium. One guard reaches for the red phone - this is above their paygrade.

SECURITY GUARD
(into phone)
Yes, code black, confirmed! The Eternity test subject – it’s out!

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - NIGHT

A montage of chaos – the genetically modified rat, now a grotesque caricature of its former self, scurries through sewer grates, alleyways, and into the populated areas. Its path is marked by an escalating number of bizarre incidents - people collapsing, then rising with a newfound, horrific hunger.

INT. ED’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - MORNING

The sun breaks, but the atmosphere is thick with an unspoken dread. Ed and Anna watch the news, mute horror on their faces as they see a world unraveling.

NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.)
The city of science stands on the brink of an unprecedented crisis as a contagion spreads at an alarming rate…

As the realization dawns, Ed’s phone rings with increasing urgency – it’s Lifespan Labs.

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - SECURITY OFFICE - MORNING

The room is fraught with panic. Screens blink with security footage as the guards and administrators realize the magnitude of the outbreak. Ed’s face is ashen as he receives the dire news over the phone.

ED
(in disbelief)
What do you mean, ‘It’s out?’ Explain it to me!

He grips the phone tighter with each passing second, his heart rate spiking. The background is alive with urgent voices and ringing phones.

INT. ED’S HOME - KITCHEN - MORNING

Anna, preparing breakfast, senses the shift in Ed’s tone. Her face reflects the rise of fear as she approaches, laying a tentative hand on his shoulder. They lock eyes, silently communicating their deepest worries.

ANNA
(tentatively)
Ed… what’s going on?

Ed’s hand falls to his side, the phone still held to his ear. His mouth opens, but no words emerge - the gravity of the situation is written all over his expression.

EXT. MODERN SCIENCE CITY - STREETS - MORNING

A once vibrant city now echoes with sirens and chaos. People rush in all directions, some with purpose, others in aimless terror. A traffic jam extends for miles, horns blaring in a cacophonous symphony of panic.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - RESEARCH WING - MORNING

Scientists and staff scramble to gather their belongings and research. A voice booms over the PA, “EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”

Ed rushes through the corridors, his mind a swirling vortex of emotion - fear, guilt, determination. He needs to find the escaped test subject, the key to halting the chaos.

INT. ED’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - MORNING

Ed barges in, grabbing a small box from the bookshelf - the experimental vaccine. Anna follows him, grabbing his arm, the urgency in her voice firm.

ANNA
(frantic)
Ed, talk to me! What’s happening?

Ed turns, his face a mask of strain, haunted by the potential fallout of his life’s work.

ED
(hurriedly)
The test subject… it was supposed to be the answer to everything, but it’s loose, it’s…

He can’t finish the sentence; the enormity of the disaster they’re facing is choking his words.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - LIFESPAN LABS - MORNING

People stream out of the facility en masse. Alarms blare, and over the mayhem, a chilling roar pierces through - a monstrous, inhuman sound that signals the beginning of an epoch of dread.

Ed pushes through the crowd towards his lab, determination etched on his face. He’s a man on a mission, the only one capable of reversing the tide of the catastrophe at hand.

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EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - MAIN ENTRANCE - MORNING

The heavy doors burst open and ED GALLAGHER emerges, racing against time. His breaths come in sharp gasps, his eyes scanning the horizon - the city is in turmoil.

ED
(muttering to himself)
Need to get to the containment wing…

He dodges through the throng of evacuating personnel, his mind replaying every detail of the Eternity Project’s protocols.

INT. ED’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - MORNING

ANNA GALLAGHER stands by the window, phone in hand, her demeanor has shifted from concern to action.

ANNA
(into phone, calmly)
Yes, I understand, but you need to send help immediately. My husband - he went back into the labs!

Her voice is steady, but her hands betray the fear gripping her heart.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CONTAINMENT WING - MORNING

Ed, now alone, pushes through the sealed doors of the containment wing. He’s met with a scene of disarray - broken enclosures, flickering lights, and the overwhelming silence of desolation.

He approaches the compromised enclosure, the one that held the catalyst of the chaos.

ED
(aloud, to himself)
This is all my fault… I have to find a way to make this right.

Ed’s guilt is palpable, a heavy weight that he carries as he sifts through the wreckage for any clue, any hope.

EXT. MODERN SCIENCE CITY - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - MORNING

The peaceful cityscape has transformed into a tableau of horror - car crashes, screams, and the terrifying sight of citizens turning on each other in a frenzied hunger.

The rat, once a harbinger of life, has become the agent of an unstoppable contagion.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - RESEARCH WING - MORNING

Ed frantically compiles data at his lab station, his fingers dancing over the keyboard. He’s constructing a map - tracing patient zero’s path, projecting patterns, seeking a solution.

SUPER: “PROJECT ETERNITY - HOPE OR DOOM?”

Ed’s face hardens with resolve. He grabs a vial containing a bright, shimmering liquid - the experimental vaccine.

ED
(decisively)
This has to work. I won’t let it end like this.

He pockets the vial and races out of the lab; his journey is just beginning.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - RUINED STREET - MORNING

The camera pans up from Ed’s determined stride to the wider city devastation. First responders weave through the crowds, the sirens a desperate cry amidst the chaos. The storm has only grown stronger - the clouds above churning with a malevolent energy that mirrors the madness below.

The screen slowly fades to black, and the haunting silence that follows is the prelude to a new chapter - a world forever altered.

SUPER: “The line between life and death blurs; hope hinges on the will to survive.”

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - MAIN LOBBY - DAY

A bustling hub of scientific innovation, now a ghost of its former self. CAMERAS zoom in on evacuation notices posted everywhere, the overhead screens blank but for a flashing red “EMERGENCY” banner.

Ed bursts in, making a beeline for the central laboratory. He passes stunned CLEANERS and a SECURITY GUARD trying to maintain order among the few remaining stragglers.

ED
(briskly, to Guard)
Keep everyone out. I have to do this alone.

His tone is final, brooking no argument, as he flashes his ID and dives into the maze of corridors leading to his destination.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

Rows of high-tech equipment, large computer panels—each workstation a vignette of scientific pursuit. Now abandoned in haste, papers flutter to the floor in the wake of Ed’s frantic passage.

He reaches his station, firing up the systems with an urgency bordering on mania. The screens light up, data scrolling past at breakneck speed.

SUPER: “PROJECT ETERNITY - A RACE AGAINST TIME”

Ed’s focus is singular as he pulls up the Eternity Project’s master file—years of research condensed into a stream of numbers and formulas.

ED
(to himself, typing furiously)
I can reverse-engineer the contagion… there has to be an antidote.

He inserts the experimental vaccine into a complex mechanism. A series of beeps and the machine whirs into life, analyzing, synthesizing.

CUT TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CONTAINMENT ENCLOSURE - FLASHBACK

A rat with luminescent veins is injected with a substance. Hopeful scientists watch through thick glass as its body glows brighter… then convulses.

ED (V.O.)
We thought we had conquered death… but we opened a Pandora’s box.

Back to the present—

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

Ed slams his hand down as the machine beeps erratically, an ERROR message flashing red.

ED
(determined)
No. This can’t be how it ends.

He scrambles through his files, papers, and samples, desperation growing. He needs to find a new approach—fast.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - PANIC-STRICKEN STREETS - DAY

Distorted through the lab’s window, the chaos outside seems almost surreal. People stagger, fall, others get up changed, monstrous. A CHILD looks lost, crying amid the screams.

BACK TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

Ed watches the scene, his eyes reflecting the sorrow and determination to set things right. He thinks of Anna, Ben, and the life they all knew.

ED
(pained, resolute)
I will fix this. For Anna. For the city. For our future.

He turns back to his work, the fate of the city resting on his shoulders.

SUPER: “The thin line between genius and hubris, now a chasm of uncertainty.”

The camera slowly zooms in on Ed’s face, a blend of intelligence and fear, as he races against the collapse of the world outside.

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

CLOSE-UP on a DROPLET of the experimental vaccine as it falls into a Petri dish. Ed’s reflection is visible in the glass table, his eyes haggard with sleepless nights.

ED
(whispering to himself)
Everything hinges on this…

The droplet diffuses with a fluorescent glow, casting eerie shadows on Ed’s face, a visual struggle between light and impending darkness.

He adjusts the microscope, zooming in on the CELLULAR LEVEL where the bright glow starts interacting with a hostile, dark mass - the virus.

ED
(mesmerized)
The dance of life and death…

BEGIN MONTAGE:

- Ed working through the night, his face lit only by the glow of computer screens.
- Charts and genetic sequences flashing as he pieces together the puzzle.
- A phone call ignored, a cup of coffee knocked over, forgotten as soon as it spills.
- The rat in its enclosure, spinning in a wheel, unaffected by the calamity it has unleashed.

END MONTAGE

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - EMERGENCY RESPONSE HUB - DAY

Command center chaos. Staff are liaising with city officials, while first responders coordinate the evacuation. The weight of the crisis is reflected in their tense expressions.

WORKER #1
(yelling over the noise)
We’ve got another outbreak cluster on the east side!

WORKER #2
(to Worker #1)
Quarantine it! And get those med teams out faster!

Their frantic actions contrast sharply with the quiet concentration in Ed’s lab.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

Ed sits back, rubbing his eyes. He looks at a PHOTOGRAPH of him, Anna, and a group of smiling colleagues at a conference.

ED
(voice cracking)
I was so sure we were doing the right thing…

Determination flashes across his face. He stands up, rolling his shoulders back as if shrugging off the doubt.

ED
(resolute)
It’s not over until it’s over.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - MAKESHIFT CLINIC - DAY

Tents have been erected. MEDICAL STAFF in hazmat suits rush to aid the infected.

A WOMAN, her eyes filled with fear, clutches her daughter as they’re led inside a tent marked “QUARANTINE.”

Inside, there’s a frenzy of activity as doctors try to administer care to those wracked by the virus, but resources are dwindling, and despair hangs in the air.

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

The lab is a whirlwind of Ed’s solo efforts. Beakers bubble, centrifuges spin. Ed inserts another series of samples into a scanning device, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

ED
(reassuring himself)
There’s an answer here… There has to be.

INTERCUT WITH:

A CROWD outside, their faces against the glass, watching Ed’s frantic work. Confusion and fear are etched into their features – is this man their savior or the architect of their doom?

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

FLASHBACK TO:

A much younger Ed beams at his colleagues around the table. He’s presenting his vision for the future, one without disease, without aging. The room is alive with applause and admiration;

Cut back to present with sounds of clapping echoing discordantly over the grimmer scene.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

Ed’s face now stern, the shadow of past glory a stark contrast to the hard-set jaw of the present. He types rapidly, sequences of the vaccine formula scrolling down screens, each rejection followed by a new attempt.

He mumbles complex scientific jargon under his breath, a mantra to keep the focus, keep the hope alive.

OVER THE PA SYSTEM:

VOICE (V.O.)
All remaining staff must evacuate immediately. This is not a drill.

Ed ignores the warning, pulling vials from refrigeration units, his hands steady despite the urgency.

INT. SCIENCE CITY STREETS - CONTINUOUS

People flood the sidewalks, a sea of panicked faces. Aerial shots show the extent of the evacuation, the scale of the crisis.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. ED’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Anna, still by the window, her phone forgotten beside her. She watches the chaos, tears streaming but her visage the embodiment of resilience.

ANNA
(sotto voce)
Come on, Ed… You can do this.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS

Ed stops for a moment, feeling the weight of the world, catching a glimpse of himself in the glass. He no longer sees a visionary; he sees a man with too much power and not enough foresight.

He shakes his head, clearing the doubt, and with a renewed sense of purpose, Ed overturns a tray of papers, uncovering a forgotten diagram from his early research.

ED
(excitedly)
That’s it! The antiviral agent!

He combines the newly found information with his current data, adjusting settings, mixing compounds, hope rising with each new test.

Just outside, the National Guard begins to cordon off the area, the situation escalating to martial law.

Ed’s now racing not only against the virus but against time and the encroaching lockdown.

SUPER: “Hope is the only thing stronger than fear, and Ed’s hope is now a thin flame flickering in the dark.”

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS

Ed is a solitary figure amidst the sprawling machinery and vials of liquid hope. A mixture of focus and fear, he carefully adds a drop of a new compound to the previous solution.

ED
(carefully)
Steady… This has to work.

He peers through the eyepiece of the microscope, searching for a sign of positive reaction. Tension hangs in the air, each second elongated as he waits for the outcome.

INT. SCIENCE CITY - CITY HALL EMERGENCY SHELTER - SAME

Citizens huddle together, comforted by the proximity yet terrified of infection. Among them sits a LITTLE BOY, his tear-streaked face illuminated by the glow of a television broadcasting the news.

TV REPORTER (V.O.)
The entire downtown area has been quarantined as reports of aggression and violence rise. The cause is still unknown…

The boy’s eyes are wide, the innocence of youth jarringly at odds with the harsh reality unfolding.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS

A smile cracks Ed’s weathered face as he finally sees it – the miraculous shift on a cellular level. The virus’s advance is halted, and in some cells, reversed.

ED
(triumphantly)
Yes! Take that, you bastard.

He quickly jots down the successful formula, replicating the sequence with robotic precision to produce more of the antidote.

CUT TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - HIGH SECURITY QUARANTINE ZONE - CONTINUOUS

MILITARY VEHICLES block every entrance, SOLDIERS stand tense and ready as the sun dips below the horizon. The containment effort is militaristic and absolute.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS

Ed, with a vial of the newly created antidote, prepares a syringe. His hands are steady despite the enormous implications rushing through his mind.

ED
(murmuring)
If I can just get this to the quarantined area…

He looks around, aware of the isolation, the dire circumstances, and the sea of faces outside depending on him.

RESOLUTE, he pockets the syringe and makes for the door, calling Anna’s number on his cell phone with his free hand.

ED
(frantic)
Anna, listen to me – I’ve got an antidote. I’m coming out.

No answer. His footsteps quicken, punctuated by the echo of his urgent pleas left hanging in the corridor.

MR. HANZ SHOWMASTER (V.O.)
(ominously)
So our hero rises to the challenge. But the game is far from over.

The voice smirks from the shadows, as footsteps approach, the silhouette of HANZ SHOWMASTER is revealed by the flashing exterior lights – the man behind the madness, watching Ed with keen interest.

CUT TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

CHAOS erupts as Ed appears from the building, syringe in hand, shouting desperately to the armed guards.

ED
(shouting)
I can stop this! I have an antidote!

A GUARD, nervous and trigger-happy, points his weapon squarely at Ed, the gravity of the situation boiling to a head.

SLOW MOTION as Ed steps forward, a dance with fate as the guard’s finger tightens on the trigger–

SUPER: “In a world gone mad, bravery and innovation collide with paranoia and fear.”

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS

Ed, now at the precipice of a breakthrough, balances on a knife-edge between salvation and disaster. The lab around him, a scene of frenzied scientific pursuit, is suddenly silent as if holding its breath.

CUT TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

Ed’s voice rings out over the chaos, carrying with it the charge of potential salvation as he brandishes the syringe.

ED
(shouting)
My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON> from Lifespan Labs! This antidote is our only chance!

The soldiers hesitate, the humanity in their eyes battling with the protocol they’ve been given.

GUARD
(torn, into his radio)
We’ve got a doctor here, says he’s got a cure. Orders?

There’s a pause, static crackling as decisions are weighed far above the heads of those on the ground.

RADIO VOICE
(stern)
Verify his identity. If he’s legit, bring him to Command.

CUT TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - CONTINUOUS

ANNA, now within the lab, searches frantically for Ed amidst the scientific chaos. Her eyes scan the room, panic and resolve etched across her face. She stumbles upon Ed’s open journal, the scrabbled notes barely legible in their urgency.

She traces the lines with her fingers, ashen-faced as the weight of her husband’s task becomes clear.

ANNA
(whispering)
Oh, Ed…

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - MAIN LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

Ed is escorted by soldiers through the evacuated lobby. His feet move with a new imperative; time is slipping away, and every second counts.

The SHUFFLE of boots, the WHISPER of radios – a cadence of strained nerves. Ed’s expression is focused, his determination outshining the fear that claws at him.

CUT TO:

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - QUARANTINED STREET - NIGHT

Ambulances and military vehicles barricade the street, a last stand against a tide of chaos. First responders move with mechanical precision, too stunned to grasp the full horror.

Ed marches to Command Post, his mind racing with variables and contingencies.

SUPER: “Hope burns in the darkest of times, and it is now a beacon for those blinded by fear.”

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

The sterile echo of the laboratory fills the air as Ed fumbles with the fresh vial of antidote. He’s like a man possessed, the last bastion of hope in a city succumbing to terror.

SUPER: “Ed Gallagher: Savior or Sinner?”

He loads the vaccine into the syringe with a trembling hand, acutely aware that the fate of many rests in the balance.

ED
(to himself, resolutely)
We can beat this. We have to.

Ed grabs a worn-out backpack and stuffs it with vials of the vaccine, the antidote formula, a notebook filled with instructions, and a photo of him and Anna, now a talisman against despair.

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

Ed, surrounded by a squad of anxious soldiers, is met with a wall of mistrust as he approaches the COMMAND TENT, his eyes imploring them to understand.

COMMANDER
(demanding)
Explain to me exactly what’s in that syringe, Doctor.

ED
(desperately)
It’s a compound that targets the virus’s integration mechanism—stops it in its tracks and reverses the disease. I swear it.

The Commander gives him a piercing look, the burden of responsibility clear in his eyes.

COMMANDER
(curtly)
I’ll have to verify this with our medical team. Until then, you’re not going anywhere.

CUT TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - ED’S PRIVATE LAB - FLASHBACK

A vibrant Ed shows Anna around his lab, pride gleaming in his eyes. They laugh as he explains his vision—a rat cheerfully running in its wheel, the epitome of health after early vaccine trials.

ED (V.O.)
(optimistic)
We’re at the dawn of a new age, Anna. No one will have to say goodbye before they’re ready ever again.

FLASH FORWARD TO:

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL - NIGHT

The stark contrast of the present. Tents flutter in the cold night wind, the cries of the sick punctuate the air.

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

The soldiers discuss among themselves, their faces a tapestry of fear, uncertainty, and the weariness of the long day.

SOLDIER
(to Commander)
What if he’s telling the truth, sir?

The Commander’s eyes flicker to Ed, bound by his oath to protect, trapped by the gravity of the potential threat.

COMMANDER
(gravely)
Then we might just have a chance.

The soldiers part, allowing Ed passage to the makeshift medical tent for testing.

FADE TO:

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - STREETS - DAY

The chaos settled into an eerie calm. Survivors peer out from makeshift shelters. The world outside has changed, a somber reflection on the windows of abandoned shops.

SUPER: “In the wake of catastrophe, humanity’s resilience is put to the test.”

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

Ed, escorted by armed guards, comes face to face with the head military doctor, DR. WATSON - her face etched with tireless service.

DR. WATSON
(skeptical)
Dr. Gallagher, I hope for all our sakes that you’re not just another false prophet.

Ed meets her gaze, steadfast, the conviction in his eyes unyielding.

ED
(pressing the syringe into her hands)
I’m not. And I need you to believe that. Test it. You’ll see.

As Dr. Watson takes the syringe, the possibility of salvation faintly trembles in her hands.

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INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

The sterile echo of the laboratory fills the air as Ed fumbles with the fresh vial of antidote. He’s like a man possessed, the last bastion of hope in a city succumbing to terror.

SUPER: “Ed Gallagher: Savior or Sinner?”

He loads the vaccine into the syringe with a trembling hand, acutely aware that the fate of many rests in the balance.

ED
(to himself, resolutely)
We can beat this. We have to.

Ed grabs a worn-out backpack and stuffs it with vials of the vaccine, the antidote formula, a notebook filled with instructions, and a photo of him and Anna, now a talisman against despair.

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

Ed, surrounded by a squad of anxious soldiers, is met with a wall of mistrust as he approaches the COMMAND TENT, his eyes imploring them to understand.

COMMANDER
(demanding)
Explain to me exactly what’s in that syringe, Doctor.

ED
(desperately)
It’s a compound that targets the virus’s integration mechanism—stops it in its tracks and reverses the disease. I swear it.

The Commander gives him a piercing look, the burden of responsibility clear in his eyes.

COMMANDER
(curtly)
I’ll have to verify this with our medical team. Until then, you’re not going anywhere.

CUT TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - ED’S PRIVATE LAB - FLASHBACK

A vibrant Ed shows Anna around his lab, pride gleaming in his eyes. They laugh as he explains his vision—a rat cheerfully running in its wheel, the epitome of health after early vaccine trials.

ED (V.O.)
(optimistic)
We’re at the dawn of a new age, Anna. No one will have to say goodbye before they’re ready ever again.

FLASH FORWARD TO:

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL - NIGHT

The stark contrast of the present. Tents flutter in the cold night wind, the cries of the sick punctuate the air.

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

The soldiers discuss among themselves, their faces a tapestry of fear, uncertainty, and the weariness of the long day.

SOLDIER
(to Commander)
What if he’s telling the truth, sir?

The Commander’s eyes flicker to Ed, bound by his oath to protect, trapped by the gravity of the potential threat.

COMMANDER
(gravely)
Then we might just have a chance.

The soldiers part, allowing Ed passage to the makeshift medical tent for testing.

FADE TO:

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - STREETS - DAY

The chaos settled into an eerie calm. Survivors peer out from makeshift shelters. The world outside has changed, a somber reflection on the windows of abandoned shops.

SUPER: “In the wake of catastrophe, humanity’s resilience is put to the test.”

CUT BACK TO:

EXT. LIFESPAN LABS - QUARANTINE BARRICADE - CONTINUOUS

Ed, escorted by armed guards, comes face to face with the head military doctor, DR. WATSON - her face etched with tireless service.

DR. WATSON
(skeptical)
Dr. Gallagher, I hope for all our sakes that you’re not just another false prophet.

Ed meets her gaze, steadfast, the conviction in his eyes unyielding.

ED
(pressing the syringe into her hands)
I’m not. And I need you to believe that. Test it. You’ll see.

As Dr. Watson takes the syringe, the possibility of salvation faintly trembles in her hands.

END OF PAGE 11.
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INT. MILITARY COMMAND TENT - DAY

Dr. Watson holds the syringe delicately. Analysts and military personnel are busy at work in the background, the room buzzing with tension.

DR. WATSON
(intently, to her assistant)
Run every test we have. If this man is right, it could change everything.

Ed watches on with bated breath, the intensity of the moment weighing on him like concrete.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - MAKESHIFT LAB - DAY

A tent dedicated to scientific analysis sits amongst the shelters; machines whir and beep as samples are tested. Vials of blood are tagged and inserted into centrifuges.

INT. MILITARY COMMAND TENT - DAY

Dr. Watson receives the preliminary results, her eyes scanning the data rapidly. Ed leans in, the muscles in his jaw tightening.

DR. WATSON
(to Ed, hopeful)
Antibody response is positive… viral replication has stopped. This is promising.

ED
(urgent)
We need to move quickly. How soon can we start distributing it?

DR. WATSON
(determined)
We prepare for mass production now. Coordinate with every lab that can replicate your formula.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - HALLWAY - DAY

Anna, having slipped past the guards, searches frantically for Ed amidst the chaos. Helplessness paints her face, but she presses on, driven by love.

EXT. MILITARY COMMAND TENT - DAY

Ed steps outside, his eyes adjusting to the harsh sunlight filtering through the dust and desolation. Soldiers move with renewed purpose, a sliver of hope has been injected into their routine.

SUPER: “One breakthrough, a glimmer within the gloom.”

INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

A row of scientists replicate Ed’s formula under Dr. Watson’s supervision. Flasks of the glowing antidote fill the room.

SUPER: “The race for a cure has begun. Time is of the essence.”

INT. MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL TENT - DAY

Ed enters, now wearing a protective suit. He approaches a young patient, her eyes filled with the feverish light of infection. He injects the antidote into her IV line with a gentleness incongruous to the surrounding mayhem.

ED
(softly, to patient)
Hang in there, okay? Help is here.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - PANIC-STRICKEN STREETS - DAY

A sense of order begins to emerge from chaos. Military trucks roll out, packed with crates of vaccines. Loudspeakers relay instructions for vaccination procedures.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - CENTRAL LABORATORY - DAY

Anna finds Ed’s jacket draped over a chair, her hands shake as she clutches it, the fabric offering a cold comfort.

SUPER: “The heart aches amidst triumph.”

EXT. MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL TENT - DAY

The young patient opens her eyes, clear and lucid, looking around in wonder. Ed watches, tears welling up, as patients start showing signs of recovery.

ED
(whispering to himself)
We did it, Anna. We’re going to be okay.

He doesn’t see Anna standing just outside the tent, unnoticed, her expression a complex tapestry of relief and concern.

SUPER: “With every life saved, humanity inches towards a new dawn.”

The page closes with Ed gazing at the recovering patients, a small smile of relief breaking through the sorrow and ordeal etched into his features. The battle is far from over, but for the first time, there’s a real chance of victory.

END OF PAGE 12.
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INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

Flasks of glowing liquid line the sterile tables as scientists work in a frenzied pace. Ed instructs, focusing on precision and speed. Dr. Watson oversees, ensuring every detail is exact.

ED
(firmly)
Careful! Each vial is precious, we can’t afford a single mistake.

His face shows the weight of leadership, tailoring his mission to save as many lives as possible.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - MAKESHIFT VACCINATION CENTER - DAY

A line stretches around the block. Desperation and hope mix in the eyes of the city’s survivors. Soldiers maintain order, guiding the citizens.

INT. MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL TENT - DAY

Patients who received the antidote begin to stir, their symptoms abating. Medical staff move about, cautiously optimistic as they monitor the recovery.

NURSE
(relieved)
We’re seeing improvements. Vital signs are stabilizing.

The news injects a surge of energy into the compound. Ed, now doubled as a beacon of hope, shares a look with Dr. Watson, mutual respect and understanding passing between them.

DR. WATSON
(to Ed, sincere)
You did it, Dr. Gallagher.

ED
(humbly)
We did it, together. But let’s make sure it lasts.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - RESEARCH WING - DAY

Anna, alone now, navigates the ghostly quiet of the lab, each step a testament to her resolve. She searches for something—anything that might bring her closer to understanding Ed’s fight.

Her fingers graze a lab coat, his name tag catching the light. A tear falls, and she gathers it close, the cotton smelling faintly of her husband’s cologne.

ANNA
(murmured)
Ed, you have to come back to us.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - ROOFTOP OVERLOOK - DAY

AN ALL-SEEING EYE – From a high vantage point, we watch the city breathe a collective sigh of relief as chaos gives way to the beginnings of order. Hanz Showmaster, a dark silhouette against the skyline, observes.

HANZ SHOWMASTER (V.O.)
(ominous)
A momentary peace in an ongoing war. How…quaint.

He turns away, his mind churning with schemes and the potential of this new world order.

CUT TO:

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - MAIN LOBBY - DAY

The once bustling nerve center of the lab is now a makeshift command and control for the antidote distribution. Soldiers hustle, a stark contrast to the lab’s original purpose.

SUPER: “From creation to salvation, the cycle is unending.”

INT. MAKESHIFT VACCINATION CENTER - DAY

Families, the elderly, the young, all funnel in with the hope of getting the cure. Ed administers shots personally, each thank you fueling his exhausted spirit.

SUPER: “Each shot, a shot at redemption.”

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - DEBRIS-STREWN STREET - DAY

The city’s wounds are fresh, but cleanup crews are already at work. Bulldozers and cranes move rubble, signs of resilience amidst the ruins.

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - ED’S PRIVATE LAB - DAY

Anna enters Ed’s personal sanctuary, a place where dreams were born. Touching his notes, she pauses, a sob breaking through her stoic façade.

ANNA
(to herself, a vow)
I’ll finish what you started, Ed. For all of us.

Her determination sets a new path, her role in the battle just beginning.

CUT TO:

INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

The team has created hundreds of doses. Dr. Watson hands the first batch to soldiers for immediate transport.

DR. WATSON
(direct)
Get these to the hospitals, the shelters—every dose counts.

As they whisk the antidote away, she shares an affirming nod with Ed. His innovation has sparked a beacon for mankind, and now they must keep it lit against any coming darkness.

END OF PAGE 13.
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INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

The lab is bustling with activity; the first successful batch of the antidote is ready for distribution. Ed, his eyes weary yet alert, oversees the final preparations. His voice carries a mix of command and urgency as he addresses the team.

ED
Every second we save here means lives out there. Double-check everything. There’s no room for error.

SUPER: “A SENSE OF URGENCY PERMEATES EVERY ACTION.”

A determined team of scientists and military liaisons work in perfect sync, a well-oiled machine fueled by hope and the need for rapid response.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - MONTAGE - DAY

The vaccine’s distribution is in full swing across the city; makeshift centers bustle with long lines of people. First responders administer the vaccine with efficiency and care, a countermeasure spreading as swiftly as the virus once did.

SUPER: “A COMMUNITY UNITED IN A COMMON CAUSE.”

INT. MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL TENT - DAY

Recovered patients are now helping others, their immune response a beacon of what’s possible. The atmosphere is one of cautious optimism; each breath, each step away from the abyss of despair.

SUPER: “FROM PATIENTS TO PROTECTORS - THE CIRCLE OF HEALING.”

ED
(overseeing, to a volunteer)
Good work. Keep monitoring them after; we need to ensure there are no adverse reactions.

The volunteer nods in acknowledgment, focused and moved by the magnitude of the moment.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - ROOFTOP OVERLOOK - DAY

Hanz Showmaster stands alone, a mysterious figure observing the city’s transformation. A sinister grin plays on his lips, the wheels in his mind turning with dark intent.

HANZ SHOWMASTER (V.O.)
Oh, the irony. United in fear, now united in salvation. How delightfully… exploitable.

His cold gaze sweeps over the city, plotting, planning, an architect of chaos in search of his next venture.

INT. MILITARY COMMAND TENT - DAY

Dr. Watson confers with military officials, her demeanor a mix of authority and gratitude. The stirrings of victory are in the air, but tempered with the knowledge that the battle is not yet over.

SUPER: “A RESOLUTE FIGHT FOR TOMORROW.”

DR. WATSON
(reassuring, to an official)
We’re turning the tide, but let’s keep the pressure on. This isn’t over until every last outbreak is contained.

Nods of agreement and respect meet her statement as everyone present remains on high alert.

INT. ANNOUNCEMENT STATION - MAKESHIFT VACCINATION CENTER - DAY

An announcer prepares for a live broadcast. The message is one of unification and fortitude.

ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(solemn)
Citizens of Science City, it’s been a day of trials, of losses and wins. We’re here, standing stronger, standing together. Be vigilant, be brave; together, we’ll rebuild.

The broadcast reaches radios and TVs city-wide, a message cascading through the sprawling metropolis.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - MAKESHIFT SHELTER - DAY

People gather around a broadcast, listening intently. The information sparks discussions, plans for the future, and a vision beyond the epidemic.

SUPER: “HUMANITY’S INDOMITABLE WILL - A FORCE UNMATCHED.”

INT. LIFESPAN LABS - ED’S PRIVATE LAB - DAY

Anna, now firmly situated in Ed’s lab, rolls up her sleeves, taking on her husband’s mantle. Her eyes harden with resolve as she sifts through his research, dedicated to carrying on his legacy and fighting whatever threats may come.

SUPER: “NEW CHAMPIONS EMERGE FROM THE ASHES OF TRAGEDY.”

Her hand hesitates over the ‘call’ button on a phone, the possibility of contacting Ed heavy in her heart.

ANNA
(talking to herself, tearful)
We will be whole again. I’ll make sure of it.

The camera pans out, leaving Anna enveloped by the lab’s silence, an echo of battles fought and the unseen ones yet to come.

FADE TO BLACK.

END OF PAGE 14.
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INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

The accelerated production of vials continues. Ed, although visibly drained, maintains a vigilant presence over the operation. Every completed batch marks a victory, every filled crate carries the weight of potential survival. His hands, though steady, show a subtle tremor - the physical sign of the burden he carries.

ED
(carefully)
Label each batch with the time and date. Chain of custody must be meticulous.

A YOUNG SOLDIER approaches Ed with a mixture of reverence and urgency.

YOUNG SOLDIER
Sir, you need to see this. They’re showing symptoms—

ED
(interrupting, firm)
Take me there. Now.

They hurry out, the potential setback a crack in the dam they’re desperately trying to hold.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - DOWNTOWN - DAY

The revitalization of the city is palpable. Military vehicles distribute the antidote; medics triage with newfound hope. Ed arrives on the scene, following the soldier to a cluster of people showing strange, new symptoms.

ED
(assessing, clinical)
What happened here?

A MEDIC on-site looks up, concern etched in her features.

MEDIC
(excited and confused)
After the vaccine, sir. It’s like their bodies are rejecting it, but it’s not like any reaction we’ve seen.

Ed kneels by a MAN convulsing on the ground, his eyes meeting the medic’s.

ED
(determined)
We need to isolate these cases. This could be a mutation, or something unrelated. I need a sample—

The young soldier hands him a field kit, and Ed draws a blood sample with a practiced hand. His mind races with possibilities, each more troubling than the last.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - ROOFTOP OVERLOOK - DAY

Hanz Showmaster watches the commotion through binoculars, a twisted smile on his lips.

HANZ SHOWMASTER (V.O.)
(to himself)
Ah, an unexpected turn. Every system has its flaws—every hero, his Achilles’ heel.

He lowers the binoculars, a dark glint in his eyes, a predator sensing the moment to strike.

INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

Dr. Watson anxiously awaits as Ed, breathless from his return, hands over the blood sample.

DR. WATSON
(impatient)
Gallagher, what’s the situation?

ED
(concerned)
Possible complications. We don’t have time to waste.

Dr. Watson nods to the lab technician, who immediately gets to work analyzing the sample.

Ed watches through the lab’s glass wall, the tension in his body speaking volumes. His gaze is unyielding, locked onto the microscope as if trying to will the antidote to work.

INT. ED AND ANNA’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY

On the coffee table, a phone rings relentlessly. Anna stirs in another room, drawn by the persistence of the call.

ANNA
(apprehensive)
Hello?

The phone trembles in her hand, her expression shifting rapidly from fear to relief upon hearing the voice on the other end.

ANNA
(voice breaking)
Ed? Oh my God, Ed, where are you?

EXT. MAKESHIFT SHELTER - DAY

People cluster around a radio, listening to updates. The hopeful chatter from before has subdued into worrisome whispers.

RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(serious)
Reports are coming in of adverse reactions to the vaccine in some areas. Remain calm; the situation is being investigated by the best minds our city has to offer.

INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

The lab technician steps back from the microscope, his face ashen.

LAB TECHNICIAN
(to Dr. Watson, grim)
It’s mutating… Whatever’s in their blood, it’s not what we’ve seen before.

Dr. Watson’s eyes meet Ed’s, the shared look heavy with implication. She turns back to the technician, her voice steely.

DR. WATSON
(crisply)
Prepare for a second wave. Inform all units—containment is our top priority.

Ed’s mind races, grappling with the unforeseen complication. His fists clench at his sides, the realization setting in: the fight is far from over.

SUPER: “For every action, a reaction—a new challenge arises.”

The camera zooms in on Ed’s face, determination returning to his eyes, a scientist ready to combat the next wave of the unknown. In the background, the lab is a flurry of activity, responding to this new threat with urgency and precision.

FADE TO BLACK.

END OF PAGE 15.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - DOWNTOWN - DAY

The revitalization of the city is palpable. Military vehicles distribute the antidote; medics triage with newfound hope. Ed arrives on the scene, following the soldier to a cluster of people showing strange, new symptoms.

ED
(assessing, clinical)
What happened here?

A MEDIC on-site looks up, concern etched in her features.

MEDIC
(excited and confused)
After the vaccine, sir. It’s like their bodies are rejecting it, but it’s not like any reaction we’ve seen.

Ed kneels by a MAN convulsing on the ground, his eyes meeting the medic’s.

ED
(determined)
We need to isolate these cases. This could be a mutation, or something unrelated. I need a sample—

The young soldier hands him a field kit, and Ed draws a blood sample with a practiced hand. His mind races with possibilities, each more troubling than the last.

EXT. SCIENCE CITY - ROOFTOP OVERLOOK - DAY

Hanz Showmaster watches the commotion through binoculars, a twisted smile on his lips.

HANZ SHOWMASTER (V.O.)
(to himself)
Ah, an unexpected turn. Every system has its flaws—every hero, his Achilles’ heel.

He lowers the binoculars, a dark glint in his eyes, a predator sensing the moment to strike.

INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

Dr. Watson anxiously awaits as Ed, breathless from his return, hands over the blood sample.

DR. WATSON
(impatient)
Gallagher, what’s the situation?

ED
(concerned)
Possible complications. We don’t have time to waste.

Dr. Watson nods to the lab technician, who immediately gets to work analyzing the sample.

Ed watches through the lab’s glass wall, the tension in his body speaking volumes. His gaze is unyielding, locked onto the microscope as if trying to will the antidote to work.

INT. ED AND ANNA’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY

On the coffee table, a phone rings relentlessly. Anna stirs in another room, drawn by the persistence of the call.

ANNA
(apprehensive)
Hello?

The phone trembles in her hand, her expression shifting rapidly from fear to relief upon hearing the voice on the other end.

ANNA
(voice breaking)
Ed? Oh my God, Ed, where are you?

EXT. MAKESHIFT SHELTER - DAY

People cluster around a radio, listening to updates. The hopeful chatter from before has subdued into worrisome whispers.

RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(serious)
Reports are coming in of adverse reactions to the vaccine in some areas. Remain calm; the situation is being investigated by the best minds our city has to offer.

INT. MILITARY FIELD LAB - DAY

The lab technician steps back from the microscope, his face ashen.

LAB TECHNICIAN
(to Dr. Watson, grim)
It’s mutating… Whatever’s in their blood, it’s not what we’ve seen before.

Dr. Watson’s eyes meet Ed’s, the shared look heavy with implication. She turns back to the technician, her voice steely.

DR. WATSON
(crisply)
Prepare for a second wave. Inform all units—containment is our top priority.

Ed’s mind races, grappling with the unforeseen complication. His fists clench at his sides, the realization setting in: the fight is far from over.

SUPER: “For every action, a reaction—a new challenge arises.”

The camera zooms in on Ed’s face, determination returning to his eyes, a scientist ready to combat the next wave of the unknown. In the background, the lab is a flurry of activity, responding to this new threat with urgency and precision.

FADE TO BLACK.

END OF PAGE 15.