Olivia Dunham. FBI.
'The Pattern'.
only the whole world is their lab.
-My father.
7
He worked out of Harvard.
US army experimental program.
You're telling me my
father was Dr. Frankenstein.
So much happened here,
and so much is about to.
We're in tow. 200 meters out.
What's your ETA?
- Standing by captain. In position.
Bravo, status.
Go, go, go, go!
Stay where you are.
Out! Out! Get out!
Hands where I can see them!
Panda bears?
I assume you checked inside of them.
They knew we were coming.
Somewhere they made a switch.
Joseph Smith.
Began working for the shipping company
a week before the container was packed.
He had access to the container.
He's also got a science background.
Customs has him back and forth
from Budapest eight times
in the past 12 months.
Other local agents on the operation?
Coscarelli and Scrimm.
Page 47.
Weight of the container
after pickup was 1306 pounds.
The weight when it arrived in
Germany before shipping, 1299.
That's seven pounds.
What the hell weighs seven pounds?
Mitchel?
Let's get a medic in here!
What'd you give him?
One round of Eppy.
Intermittent cardiac arrest.
I've never seen anything like this.
Pupils fixed one minute
dilating the next.
-How's the rhythm now?
-Asystole.
Charge the paddles.
We'll start at 200.
Phillip!
Phillip, what's happening?
-We don't know.
-Is he gonna be okay?
Is it a heart attack?
The only thing for us
to do is wait.
All right. Again, let's go to 300.
-V. fib.
-Clear!
We gotta open him up,
pump the heart manually.
Prep him.
Scalpel.
Saw.
Retractor.
We got something.
His heart's beating.
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What is that?
71
I don't know.
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office two hours ago.
74
It wasn't a heart attack.
75
At least not in the traditional sense.
76
They cordoned off the area.
but ID's been here already.
77
Said the thing isn't communicable.
78
The "thing"?
79
We'll get to that.
-You have any gum?
-No, Walter.
-Mints?
-No. Later.
Agent Loeb returned
from an operation
last week in Frankfurt.
-Do you know him at all?
-No.
He collapsed.
Thought it was a seizure at first
except he appeared lucid in pain.
Didn't seem like a heart attack either.
None of us knew what it was.
And none of us know now either.
-How are his vital signs?
-Weakening.
Dr. Bishop.
What you're about to see...
I don't know if you've seen
anything like it before.
But I'm hoping you have.
I'm hoping you can help.
The man lying in that room
is not just a colleague.
He's a friend.
I see.
Do you have any mints?
This is spectacular.
"Spectacular".
I'm sure he'd be just thrilled
to hear your diagnosis.
Do you know what that is?
Your work or your old experiments
-Does that look--
-Look familiar?
No. Couldn't be more aberrational.
I'm simply admiring the design.
At least, partially organic.
Looks like the hybrid result
of genetic manipulation.
Symmetrical its central body mass.
If indeed it is an organism at all...
It's designed it seems to
envelope the entire human heart.
Look, look.
A series of tendrils.
A root system.
Don't you see it?
How beautiful this is?
Not so much, no.
Can you help?
Do you think you can remove it?
Oh, I'd be willing to try.
But not here.
My breath is atrocious.
I was deconstructing in my head
the approach to designing
something like this.
And, and two things
occurred to me
on the journey from the hospital.
One, we could be dealing
with something as simple
as uh, giardia duodenalis.
As simple as that. Really?
It's a single-celled parasite that
lives in the intestines of animals.
Common waterborne illness.
Could we attach mister...
-Loeb.
-Loeb to the vitals machine please?
So you're saying that...
that thing in his chest...
Is a parasite?
Yes. Yes, perhaps.
But with an exceptional
means of attachment.
Typically, parasites
use whole body insertion.
This creature is unlike
anything I've seen before.
So we won't be able to truly
examine it until it's removed.
Mitchel Loeb's recent
case files as requested.
Oh, thanks Astrid.
And his wife just arrived.
She asked to speak with you.
I'm gonna talk to her in the office.
Okay, he's wired. What
was the other thing?
Pardon?
You said that two
things occurred to you.
What's the other one?
I would still really
like some gum.
Or some mints?
Thank you, Peter.
Olivia Dunham.
I'm with Homeland Security.
Samantha.
I'm hoping you can help me.
No one will tell me anything.
Why was he transferred here?
Can you at least tell me that?
I can tell you that there's
a doctor here, who is...
Uniquely qualified to
save your husband's life.
This was in his bag.
Among the things he
brought home from Frankfurt.
I don't know if it'll help at all.
It might.
We'll check it out.
Thank you.
Can I see Mitchel?
Please?
As soon as possible.
I promise you that.
-Uh-oh.
-What's happening?
It's killing him.
It's squeezing his heart,
it's killing him.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna give him
some cyclobenzaprine.
If the parasite is constricting,
this might loosen its grip.
It's a gamble,
but I like the theory.
Look at this.
This is good.
Organism's tissue.
Where the hell are you going?
DNA analysis should tell us much.
Excellent work, son.
You may have found your
true calling at last.
Working with me.
I certainly hope not.
Please tell me you guys
have some good news.
I don't know if it's good
news, but it is something.
This is fascinating.
-What?
-What?
We can assume that this growth,
this parasite is
of human design, yes?
-Okay.
-I was looking for repetition.
The signature of the creator.
A sign, a... a footprint
That he or she had been
there before us.
I don't understand.
Well, that puts you in the same
group as the rest of humanity.
What he's trying to
say is we found this.
Ah. See that?
This pattern repeats
throughout the DNA sequence.
It appears again and again.
But it's too organized to be accidental.
Too perfect to be natural.
So you're saying
That someone put in this
line of DNA on purpose.
Why?
Mischief, arrogance.
We don't know.
Your friend thinks it
might be a code.
The other one.
I studied cryptology even
before I joined the Bureau.
I was obsessed as a kid.
Now, I keep assuming it can't be this.
That it's too simple to be plain text.
But I think it may just
be the Caesar Shift.
What's that?
It's a simple monoalphabetic cipher.
Is it now?
It's what Julius Caesar used apparently
to send letters to his friends.
You take one letter and
replace it with another
but in alphabetical order.
There's a sequence of three letters
that appears repeatedly
in the parasite's DNA.
It could be CIW or DJX.
Or EKY.
Or ZFT.
Yeah, ZFT fits.
What is that?
I've been reviewing John Scott's cases
checking to see if any
of them were mishandled
or seeing if any of the
cases were left unsolved.
-And?
-And one of them that I remember
was an operation tracking a
group working out of Budapest.
The name on the file What
was written was "ZFT"
That mean something to you?
What?
A month ago, a man...
British national named
David Robert Jones
was arrested in Frankfurt, Germany by
Interpol on possession of state secrets.
His background is in
deep bio-technology.
Notably genetic weaponry.
He was a senior fellow
at the Bremming Institute
for 12 years,
then went off the grid.
He'd show up now and then
often in Eastern Europe.
So you think he's ZFT.
I don't know. But Loeb did.
It was one of the reasons
he was in Frankfurt...
Investigating Jones.
-Meaning that thing...
-May be retribution.
So ZFT, what is it?
Who are they?
Agent Dunham, there is much
you have not been made aware of...
Regarding the Pattern.
Well, I'm here.
I have time.
Are you available?
What we've learned
so far is that...
There are cells.
We don't know how many.
Privately funded with presence
in 83 recorded countries.
ZFT is among them.
-So they're terrorists.
-Not in a conventional sense.
They traffic not in drugs or weapons
but in scientific progress.
Meaning what?
Meaning what happened on Flight 627
or what happened to Agent Loeb.
These may have been simply proof that a
scientific theory, an experiment, worked.
So that thing we found in Loeb
could be one of those experiments.
Do you think Jones will
tell us how to remove it?
He might, if we were
allowed to see him.
German authorities
have refused us access.
What?
They're not giving
the US access.
And he's being kept in Frankfurt.
Yeah.
I may be able to get in.
You got super powers you
aren't telling me about?
Maybe.
You're not really going to Germany.
Yeah, I'm really going.
Let me save you the trip, Dunham.
You're not getting in.
We don't know each other well enough
for you to say something
like that to me.
And I don't see any other option here.
Do you, sir?
Loeb's your friend.
And I promised his wife.
What's wrong?
This may be something
of an understatement
but he is not doing well.
Dehydrated.
Walter, come here.
What is that?
That's the root.
Coming up from his arm?
Into the IV, yes.
This parasite is spreading
faster than I thought.
How long do you think he's got?
A day, maybe.
Hey.
Hi. So the good news is
I think we have a lead.
The bad news is I have to
go to Germany to see him.
I don't think that's the bad news.
He's dying, Olivia.
I don't think we're gonna make it.
We're gonna make it.
I'll call you when I land.
Look at you.
Well, don't let the suit throw you.
Wow, Lucas, I never
thought I'd see the day.
It's more comfortable
than the military uniform.
Hi.
Hi, sorry.
I'm not sure I can help you.
You said you have
contacts at the prison.
I'm in the Bundestag.
I have contacts everywhere.
But you jumped on a plane so fast
I didn't have time
to check anything out.
Well, what did you find?
I know the warden.
He wouldn't agree to anything.
He didn't want me to show up.
So what do we do?
Show up.
Olivia Dunham,
this is Johan Lennox.
Thank you for seeing us.
You want time with a prisoner?
David Robert Jones.
This will be a problem.
I'm sure we can
work something out.
I'm sorry.
Your friend wants to be persuasive.
Mr. Lennox, you have your reasons
why you won't allow
access to your prisoners
but this is very important to me.
I would be willing to sign anything.
I like her.
You have good taste.
Even if I were to give the okay,
Mr. Jones talks to no one.
I have reason to believe
he will talk to me.
If I write him a message,
will you give it to him?
I don't expect miracles.
I don't know if I expect anything.
But I am grateful for whatever
you can do in this case.
Sorry?
I was just saying I'm
grateful for your work.
You're most welcome.
You know, I had a fruit
cocktail once, in Atlantic City.
Mind you, I'm not the
fruit cocktail sort-of-guy.
Excuse me.
We need to discuss your father.
Is it the fruit cocktail thing again?
Yeah, he's been doing that recently.
He gets obsessed about certain foods.
It's weird.
We need him to focus.
To focus?
Mr. Broyles, two-thirds of the time,
my father's not even lucid.
And in those rare and
unpredictable moments of clarity,
he rambles on about the foods
and beverages that he missed
while he was incarcerated
in a mental institution
for the better part of
the last two decades.
To say that he's not focused,
is to say that he's a biped.
Which is to say,
you're absolutely right.
He's not focused.
And also, it's not going
to change any time too soon.
I'm his son.
I'm not a puppeteer.
I don't have a remote control.
There's no master switch I can flick
and turn him into the
man I wish had raised me.
Or even somebody I don't
have to baby-sit every day.
I guess I've had that
on my mind for awhile.
Apparently.
Broyles.
It's Charlie Francis.
I understand I'm
not at clearance level
but I have something for you.
What is it?
Local connecontion to the ZFT.
Speak to me.
brought back from Frankfurt.
We figured out each line
corresponds to an FBI case file.
And an ID number for the
agent or agents assigned to it.
Every one of them originating
from this field office.
Another mole in this office?
And you think what?
John Scott?
He was working with the ZFT?
Whoever did this needed upper
level security clearance.
Access to the FBI mainframe.
You said local connection.
lines is a phone number
Smith and we have him tied...
Yeah, I know Joseph Smith.
him when he collapsed.
You got an address?
I'll call you back.
This is Broyles.
I want a SWAT team
surrounding Joseph Smith.
He's at 4331 Broad Street in Saugus.
And I want this radio silent.
It's good to see you again.
Despite the strange circumstance.
You don't have to wait with me.
As you keep telling me.
I want to.
I like it here.
Thank you.
I'm surprised.
He'll see you.
But not until tomorrow morning.
This is not Jones' rule or mine.
This is the institution's.
Long before I got here,
there have been strict
regulations regarding visitors.
Tomorrow morning,
you'll have 14 minutes.
Not a second more.
Mr. Jones wanted you to have this.
Hello.
Peter, it's me.
I'm looking for Broyles.
Is he there?
No, he's on some sort of raid.
with me tomorrow morning.
gets to talk to a colleague of his.
So we're looking for
a guy local to Boston.
He's in Saugus.
He's in what?
His name's Joseph Smith.
At 4331 Broad Street.
How'd you know that?
That's who Broyles is
after right now.
What?
-How?
-I-I don't know.
Peter, we need him alive.
-Hey!
-Are you there?
No. I'm on my way.
You get in touch with Broyles yet?
No, they're still radio silent.
I'm gonna call HQ.
I'll call you back.
I know they're radio silent
but you've got to get
someone down there right now.
Please, you need to
get the message to them.
They need to keep Joseph Smith alive.
Goddamn it.
-You must stand back, sir.
-Hey. I've got information.
-No, I need to talk to Joseph Smith--
-You need to get back.
You are not authorized to
get any closer to the house!
-Hey.
-Are you close?
Yeah, I'm here but I can't
get any closer to the house.
They're already inside.
On the roof! On the roof!
Oh, no.
What? Peter.
Freeze! FBI!
Stop or we'll shoot!
Drop your weapon!
No, no, no, no!
Peter?
Peter?
Have the evidence response team
catalog and box every item
down to the toilet paper.
Bishop, what are you doing here?
Well, I just got off
the phone with Olivia.
She's headed back to the airport.
Turns out Mr. Jones would only help us
if he could talk to Mr. Smith.
The same Mr. Smith that
your people just killed.
You're kidding me.
That's the first serious
thing I've said all day.
Hello.
Your father wanted me to inform you
that there is fluid accumulating
in Agent Loeb's lungs.
Tell him we need help quickly.
He says we need help quickly.
Insert this into his IV.
Let me talk to him.
Uh, hello, Peter.
This is me, your father.
Walter Bishop.
Thank you, Walter.
I know who you are.
Excellent.
Uh, we need to talk to
that man Smith right away.
He may be our best chance
to save Agent Loeb's life.
I know that, but he's dead.
He was shot. We're out of luck.
Well, does he still have his head?
Is it still attached to his body?
Only you would ask
that question seriously.
Yes, he still has a head.
Then perhaps in this case,
death is simply an inconvenience.
Bring him in and hurry.
Agent Loeb's tissue is
already deteriorating
which makes it exponentially messier.
What?
So close.
You never did lose well.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItrIHJWsD4M
What happened, Olivia?
There is something that
has shifted in you.
Something's happened.
Well, a lot has happened.
You know,
it's been a strange time.
I wasn't gonna say these words.
But here we are,
so I'm gonna say them.
I've become, and I am not kidding...
A spectacular cook.
Spend the night.
I can't, Lucas.
Of course you can.
Of course you can.
Dunham.
Does Jones know about Smith?
What?
Does David Jones know
that Joseph Smith is dead?
No, why?
'cause if you can still
get in to see him tomorrow
He may not have to.
Oh good, uh, bring him
down here so quickly.
-Get me ice.
-You already asked.
-And the halo head brace.
-It's right over there.
We got it from here. Thanks.
Uh, did I ask...
To put salt water in
the trough, yes.
Not a drop more!
He's been shot in the head.
Is that a problem?
Yes, that's a problem.
Of course, it's a problem!
A bullet in the head would normally
indicate significant brain trauma.
Well, it would also
indicate that he's dead.
But you didn't seem to
have a problem with that.
This procedure is not
like removing tonsils.
I've never had a conversation
with a dead guy before.
Forgive me if I don't know the rules.
Is this going to work or not?
I'll need to alter the procedure.
And I'm not making any promises.
Good. almost there.
Let me know when it's
exactly 84.5 blue.
The human brain's
like a computer, green.
Just needs electricity to function,
which the body ceases
to produce upon death.
Which is why we're keeping his
body cold to retard degeneration.
It's astonishing how this
man's scalp resembles--
Peter's bare bottom when he was a baby.
How did you know that?
You told us that already, twice.
What did I say next?
That we're gonna kick-start his brain.
Ah, yes!
Excellent.
Conductive gel to prevent the electrical
current from setting him on fire.
Spread it evenly.
And don't forget his nipples.
Oh, Peter!
In '75, the FBI asked me
to use this procedure.
Someone had been murdered.
But I don't recall his name.
Hmm. James, I believe,
or Jimmy. They want me to
identify his assessee.
Union leader, I think.
Jimmy Hoffa?
Yes.
Well the... the trouble was,
he had a shockingly
low electro-sensitivity.
When I turned on the machine,
it instantly fried
his brain like an egg.
Everyone has a unique tolerance
to electrical stimulation.
Mine for instance,
is remarkably high.
Yours Peter, unusually low.
As for our friend here,
we don't know.
Too little current,
and it won't work.
Too much, and we will
overcook his brain.
So I will have...
You used to do this to me.
You attached wires to car batteries
and then you would shock me.
Yes, I was accumulating data.
No, you were experimenting on me.
Son, we're ready.
First we must test if this...
will register any brain activity.
And this will indicate if he's
transmitting any thoughts to you.
Since he's dead, Peter,
you'll obviously have
to be his ears and mouth.
Eventually, we'll
connect this to your head.
Okay, dear, we're ready.
Turn it on.
Try 200 microvolts.
Oh, look, Peter.
He's talking to you.
I suppose it's a good thing it
wasn't attached to your head.
Not kidding. Looked into it.
-You have not.
-I have.
So?
Who was he?
Whoever it was who
broke your heart.
Or am I misreading you?
He was my partner
from the Bureau.
And you of all people should know that
I've always been a little inept at this.
But he was straight-forward, decisive,
charming, and it was wonderful.
Except it was all a lie,
and he betrayed me.
Betrayed the job.
Then he died.
That's the end.
That's the end for him.
I've known this for years.
I screwed up...
With you.
The timing wasn't
right for either of us.
Yes, it was. I know it was.
But I was scared.
And that's the... that's
the God's honest truth.
I think about you...
So often and...
I don't call because...
Because I'm ashamed
of how I treated you.
No, it was just...
Lucas, I...
I... I have to...
I have... I have to get this.
I hate whoever that is.
Hello.
'cause I'm not really sure that I do.
But I think this might actually work.
Walter figured it out?
Well, there are limits.
Some issues and problems.
But Walter seems to think we can get
the dead guy to answer some questions.
Then we're on.
I'll call you from the prison.
You okay?
I'm good. Thank you.
I'm gonna go back to the hotel.
Grateful to you,
to the incredible cooking
and your sweet words.
Do you hear anything?
I think we gotta ask
him a question first.
I see.
Are we ready to see
how this is working?
When I say go,
you, Astro,
ask Peter a question.
I will flip the switch which will
stimulate our naked friend's brain.
And Peter, you will hear his response.
Any questions?
Uh, yeah. What should I ask him?
Anything you like. It's only a dry run.
And, son, I should
apologize in advance.
I'm afraid this...
Well, I shouldn't frighten you.
No. Wouldn't want to do that.
Three, two, one.
Go!
What's your favorite
flavor of ice cream?
Anything?
Did I hear anything? No.
Three, two, one. Go!
What's your favorite color?
Nope. still nothing.
Just extreme discomfort.
Hello.
They're taking me to see Jones now.
It's Olivia. They're taking her in.
No. we're not ready yet.
No, no, no.
Tell her she has to stall.
Did you hear that?
I'll do what I can,
but I've only got 14
minutes starting now.
What a pleasure this is.
We have your Mr. Smith in custody.
You will not speak with him directly.
You will ask me one question
that you want answered.
I will relay that question
to an agent back in the States
who will talk to Mr. Smith.
I will then relay Mr.
Smith's response to you.
Then you will tell me
how to save Agent Loeb.
That is how it works.
You're very serious,
do you know that?
Your friend's life hangs
in the balance.
Is that it?
And you want me to save him.
I gathered as much from your note.
Tell me something.
Why not your freedom...
Or extradition?
You must realize that
you have leverage here.
Yet all you want is the
answer to one question?
You make two assumptions,
Ms. Dunham,
both incorrect.
The first is that there is nothing
more valuable than my freedom.
The second is that I am responsible
for the infection of Agent Loeb.
Hello, Gene.
Shh, not a word.
I think I know your problem.
You think too much.
It's a family curse.
Your own brain function is
interfering with the process.
You need to be a passive receiver.
This is a sedative.
It will numb your
higher brain function.
700
I've mixed it with a euphoria inhibitor.
701
Which will clear the
high from your system
702
In a matter of minutes.
703
If I tell you to, stick
this in his chest right here.
704
Beneath the breast bone.
705
What is that?
706
-Adrenaline.
-Why, Walter?
707
Are you planning on stopping my heart?
708
Walter, what are you giving me?
709
Nothing for you to worry about.
710
Perfectly harmless.
711
What is going on in here?
712
Mitchel!
713
If you're not responsible for
infecting Agent Loeb, who is?
714
Perhaps the same people responsible
for bringing us together.
715
What if someone wanted
information from the both of us?
716
Do you see?
717
Perhaps they've
orchestrated all of this.
718
What if you and I...
719
Both of us, at this very moment,
720
were being manipulated?
721
By whom?
722
And what would they want?
723
You've not been doing
this very long, have you?
724
There are very few things in life
that surprise me anymore, Ms. Dunham.
725
And yet, I confess,
I am confused.
726
If it is so urgent to save
the life of your friend,
727
why haven't we gotten on with it?
728
Peter.
729
Peter, can you hear me?
730
This can't possibly be scientific.
731
Peter, look at me.
732
Daddy?
733
Hmm. I think we're ready.
734
-Hello?
-Go, quick.
735
Go ahead, ask your question.
736
Ask my friend Joe...
737
Where does the gentleman live?
738
Mr. Jones would like to know,
where does the gentleman live?
739
Three.
740
Mitchel! oh, god.
741
What is it?
742
Parasite in his bloodstream
choking him of oxygen.
743
-Asteroid, nitroglycerine in a vial on the desk.
-Wait a minute. I don't understand. A parasite?
744
-Could you give us some room, please?
-I'll call you back.
745
Come on, Sam,
let them do their job.
746
Is there a problem?
747
My phone doesn't get the best
reception in prison isolation cells.
748
You do have Mr. Smith, do you not?
749
I'm curious.
750
Why do you think he
would cooperate with you
751
after you had him arrested?
752
Oh, the people I work
with are loyal to the end.
753
Can you say the same?
754
Hello.
755
Okay, we're trying again.
756
Three, two, one. Go!
757
Where does the gentleman live?
758
Do you hear anything?
759
No, no.
760
I'm going to have to
increase the voltage.
761
I'm sorry, son.
762
Three, two, one. Go.
763
Where does the gentleman live?
764
Uh-uh, nothing.
765
No.
766
Astrid, I need the answer now.
767
Agent Dunham, it's not working.
768
I need paper.
769
Paper! Give me some paper.
770
Quick, quick. I see something.
771
Wait, hold on.
772
Untie my hand.
773
Quickly!
774
What is that?
775
I have no idea!
776
I need the answer now.
777
We don't have it yet.
I don't think it's working.
778
Walter, what is this?
779
How do I know?
780
You saw it, not me.
781
He seems rather irritated with you.
782
Astrid, please. I have no time.
783
I know, you have to hold on.
I'm sorry.
784
Walter, what is it?
Do you see it?
785
It's there.
786
There's just something missing.
787
Obviously, horizontal lines.
788
There's literature on this.
789
Misrepresentation of horizontal
space in unilateral brain damage.
790
Astrid, please, hurry.
791
I-I don't understand.
792
It's just a conjecture.
793
But the bullet may have
destroyed that part of the brain
794
that... that helps
process horizontal lines.
795
We are going to have
to fill in the blanks.
796
God, Astrid, I have no time.
797
I need the answer now,
Astrid! Please!
798
-Little Hill.
-Little Hill?
799
Little Hill!
Three parts mebendazole.
Two parts thermophilic hydrolase.
A syringe directly into the parasite.
Astrid, write this down.
Three parts mebendazole.
Two parts thermophilic hydrolase.
A syringe directly into the parasite.
Walter, look.
The roots, they're dying.
Well does that mean that...
Is... is Mitchel gonna live?
Is... is he gonna be okay?
Yes my dear. I believe he will.
Thank you, Dr. Bishop.
Jones asked me a
question about loyalty.
And something about the way he said it,
it felt like he knew something.
Like what?
Something about my partner
betraying the Bureau.
I don't know.
You know, I have other means of
gathering information about Mr. Jones.
If you'd like me to use them.
Say yes, Olivia.
It'll give me an excuse
to call you again.
Mitchel, I understand that
you're feeling far from 100%.
But while you were unconscious,
we made a discovery.
That an organization with
connections to the Pattern
may have someone working
for us on the inside.
John Scott.
That was our first thought.
But he would have needed to have higher
clearance than Scott was afforded.
We thought that perhaps
you were talking to him
because you might have
discovered who that person was.
Scott's the only one I know of.
You're making me paranoid.
All I want to do is
make you better.
I'll see you in the morning.
All right.
Please seeing you!
Sir.
How is he?
He's good.
The doctor here removed
that thing from his chest.
Walter made sure
he saved it for him.
I bet he did.
But what about answers?
The question Jones asked Smith.
And the response he got, "Little Hill"?
We know that Agent Loeb was infected,
but we don't know by whom.
Jones says it wasn't him.
We don't know anything.
You have a problem, Agent Dunham.
You're not easily satisfied.
You want everything
and you want it now.
In your mind, somehow a
small victory is no victory.
What you did was save a man's
life but that doesn't land for you.
Sir...
I would tell you to
snap the hell out of it.
To stop whining about
what you can't know,
can't control, can't change.
I would tell you to get
some sleep while you can
because tomorrow, we'll
do this all over again.
And guess what?
You'll have a million new answers
and a million and one new questions.
I would tell you those
things, but I won't.
Because your dissatisfaction,
is what makes you so damn good.
Someone I'm proud to say I work with.
Thank you.
Now go get some sleep while you can.
Hey, how you feeling?
I should be asking you that.
-Good job.
-Thank you.
You too.
You hungry?
After everything I saw
today, no, not at all.
But I am thirsty.
Really, really thirsty.
Me too.
Look at that.
Yeah, look at that.
They're gone.
So did it work.
What we did?
Yes. it led them back to Mr. Jones.
Did he ask the question?
And did we get the answer?
'The Pattern'.
only the whole world is their lab.
-My father.
7
He worked out of Harvard.
US army experimental program.
You're telling me my
father was Dr. Frankenstein.
So much happened here,
and so much is about to.
We're in tow. 200 meters out.
What's your ETA?
- Standing by captain. In position.
Bravo, status.
Go, go, go, go!
Stay where you are.
Out! Out! Get out!
Hands where I can see them!
Panda bears?
I assume you checked inside of them.
They knew we were coming.
Somewhere they made a switch.
Joseph Smith.
Began working for the shipping company
a week before the container was packed.
He had access to the container.
He's also got a science background.
Customs has him back and forth
from Budapest eight times
in the past 12 months.
Other local agents on the operation?
Coscarelli and Scrimm.
Page 47.
Weight of the container
after pickup was 1306 pounds.
The weight when it arrived in
Germany before shipping, 1299.
That's seven pounds.
What the hell weighs seven pounds?
Mitchel?
Let's get a medic in here!
What'd you give him?
One round of Eppy.
Intermittent cardiac arrest.
I've never seen anything like this.
Pupils fixed one minute
dilating the next.
-How's the rhythm now?
-Asystole.
Charge the paddles.
We'll start at 200.
Phillip!
Phillip, what's happening?
-We don't know.
-Is he gonna be okay?
Is it a heart attack?
The only thing for us
to do is wait.
All right. Again, let's go to 300.
-V. fib.
-Clear!
We gotta open him up,
pump the heart manually.
Prep him.
Scalpel.
Saw.
Retractor.
We got something.
His heart's beating.
70
What is that?
71
I don't know.
72
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73
office two hours ago.
74
It wasn't a heart attack.
75
At least not in the traditional sense.
76
They cordoned off the area.
but ID's been here already.
77
Said the thing isn't communicable.
78
The "thing"?
79
We'll get to that.
-You have any gum?
-No, Walter.
-Mints?
-No. Later.
Agent Loeb returned
from an operation
last week in Frankfurt.
-Do you know him at all?
-No.
He collapsed.
Thought it was a seizure at first
except he appeared lucid in pain.
Didn't seem like a heart attack either.
None of us knew what it was.
And none of us know now either.
-How are his vital signs?
-Weakening.
Dr. Bishop.
What you're about to see...
I don't know if you've seen
anything like it before.
But I'm hoping you have.
I'm hoping you can help.
The man lying in that room
is not just a colleague.
He's a friend.
I see.
Do you have any mints?
This is spectacular.
"Spectacular".
I'm sure he'd be just thrilled
to hear your diagnosis.
Do you know what that is?
Your work or your old experiments
-Does that look--
-Look familiar?
No. Couldn't be more aberrational.
I'm simply admiring the design.
At least, partially organic.
Looks like the hybrid result
of genetic manipulation.
Symmetrical its central body mass.
If indeed it is an organism at all...
It's designed it seems to
envelope the entire human heart.
Look, look.
A series of tendrils.
A root system.
Don't you see it?
How beautiful this is?
Not so much, no.
Can you help?
Do you think you can remove it?
Oh, I'd be willing to try.
But not here.
My breath is atrocious.
I was deconstructing in my head
the approach to designing
something like this.
And, and two things
occurred to me
on the journey from the hospital.
One, we could be dealing
with something as simple
as uh, giardia duodenalis.
As simple as that. Really?
It's a single-celled parasite that
lives in the intestines of animals.
Common waterborne illness.
Could we attach mister...
-Loeb.
-Loeb to the vitals machine please?
So you're saying that...
that thing in his chest...
Is a parasite?
Yes. Yes, perhaps.
But with an exceptional
means of attachment.
Typically, parasites
use whole body insertion.
This creature is unlike
anything I've seen before.
So we won't be able to truly
examine it until it's removed.
Mitchel Loeb's recent
case files as requested.
Oh, thanks Astrid.
And his wife just arrived.
She asked to speak with you.
I'm gonna talk to her in the office.
Okay, he's wired. What
was the other thing?
Pardon?
You said that two
things occurred to you.
What's the other one?
I would still really
like some gum.
Or some mints?
Thank you, Peter.
Olivia Dunham.
I'm with Homeland Security.
Samantha.
I'm hoping you can help me.
No one will tell me anything.
Why was he transferred here?
Can you at least tell me that?
I can tell you that there's
a doctor here, who is...
Uniquely qualified to
save your husband's life.
This was in his bag.
Among the things he
brought home from Frankfurt.
I don't know if it'll help at all.
It might.
We'll check it out.
Thank you.
Can I see Mitchel?
Please?
As soon as possible.
I promise you that.
-Uh-oh.
-What's happening?
It's killing him.
It's squeezing his heart,
it's killing him.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna give him
some cyclobenzaprine.
If the parasite is constricting,
this might loosen its grip.
It's a gamble,
but I like the theory.
Look at this.
This is good.
Organism's tissue.
Where the hell are you going?
DNA analysis should tell us much.
Excellent work, son.
You may have found your
true calling at last.
Working with me.
I certainly hope not.
Please tell me you guys
have some good news.
I don't know if it's good
news, but it is something.
This is fascinating.
-What?
-What?
We can assume that this growth,
this parasite is
of human design, yes?
-Okay.
-I was looking for repetition.
The signature of the creator.
A sign, a... a footprint
That he or she had been
there before us.
I don't understand.
Well, that puts you in the same
group as the rest of humanity.
What he's trying to
say is we found this.
Ah. See that?
This pattern repeats
throughout the DNA sequence.
It appears again and again.
But it's too organized to be accidental.
Too perfect to be natural.
So you're saying
That someone put in this
line of DNA on purpose.
Why?
Mischief, arrogance.
We don't know.
Your friend thinks it
might be a code.
The other one.
I studied cryptology even
before I joined the Bureau.
I was obsessed as a kid.
Now, I keep assuming it can't be this.
That it's too simple to be plain text.
But I think it may just
be the Caesar Shift.
What's that?
It's a simple monoalphabetic cipher.
Is it now?
It's what Julius Caesar used apparently
to send letters to his friends.
You take one letter and
replace it with another
but in alphabetical order.
There's a sequence of three letters
that appears repeatedly
in the parasite's DNA.
It could be CIW or DJX.
Or EKY.
Or ZFT.
Yeah, ZFT fits.
What is that?
I've been reviewing John Scott's cases
checking to see if any
of them were mishandled
or seeing if any of the
cases were left unsolved.
-And?
-And one of them that I remember
was an operation tracking a
group working out of Budapest.
The name on the file What
was written was "ZFT"
That mean something to you?
What?
A month ago, a man...
British national named
David Robert Jones
was arrested in Frankfurt, Germany by
Interpol on possession of state secrets.
His background is in
deep bio-technology.
Notably genetic weaponry.
He was a senior fellow
at the Bremming Institute
for 12 years,
then went off the grid.
He'd show up now and then
often in Eastern Europe.
So you think he's ZFT.
I don't know. But Loeb did.
It was one of the reasons
he was in Frankfurt...
Investigating Jones.
-Meaning that thing...
-May be retribution.
So ZFT, what is it?
Who are they?
Agent Dunham, there is much
you have not been made aware of...
Regarding the Pattern.
Well, I'm here.
I have time.
Are you available?
What we've learned
so far is that...
There are cells.
We don't know how many.
Privately funded with presence
in 83 recorded countries.
ZFT is among them.
-So they're terrorists.
-Not in a conventional sense.
They traffic not in drugs or weapons
but in scientific progress.
Meaning what?
Meaning what happened on Flight 627
or what happened to Agent Loeb.
These may have been simply proof that a
scientific theory, an experiment, worked.
So that thing we found in Loeb
could be one of those experiments.
Do you think Jones will
tell us how to remove it?
He might, if we were
allowed to see him.
German authorities
have refused us access.
What?
They're not giving
the US access.
And he's being kept in Frankfurt.
Yeah.
I may be able to get in.
You got super powers you
aren't telling me about?
Maybe.
You're not really going to Germany.
Yeah, I'm really going.
Let me save you the trip, Dunham.
You're not getting in.
We don't know each other well enough
for you to say something
like that to me.
And I don't see any other option here.
Do you, sir?
Loeb's your friend.
And I promised his wife.
What's wrong?
This may be something
of an understatement
but he is not doing well.
Dehydrated.
Walter, come here.
What is that?
That's the root.
Coming up from his arm?
Into the IV, yes.
This parasite is spreading
faster than I thought.
How long do you think he's got?
A day, maybe.
Hey.
Hi. So the good news is
I think we have a lead.
The bad news is I have to
go to Germany to see him.
I don't think that's the bad news.
He's dying, Olivia.
I don't think we're gonna make it.
We're gonna make it.
I'll call you when I land.
Look at you.
Well, don't let the suit throw you.
Wow, Lucas, I never
thought I'd see the day.
It's more comfortable
than the military uniform.
Hi.
Hi, sorry.
I'm not sure I can help you.
You said you have
contacts at the prison.
I'm in the Bundestag.
I have contacts everywhere.
But you jumped on a plane so fast
I didn't have time
to check anything out.
Well, what did you find?
I know the warden.
He wouldn't agree to anything.
He didn't want me to show up.
So what do we do?
Show up.
Olivia Dunham,
this is Johan Lennox.
Thank you for seeing us.
You want time with a prisoner?
David Robert Jones.
This will be a problem.
I'm sure we can
work something out.
I'm sorry.
Your friend wants to be persuasive.
Mr. Lennox, you have your reasons
why you won't allow
access to your prisoners
but this is very important to me.
I would be willing to sign anything.
I like her.
You have good taste.
Even if I were to give the okay,
Mr. Jones talks to no one.
I have reason to believe
he will talk to me.
If I write him a message,
will you give it to him?
I don't expect miracles.
I don't know if I expect anything.
But I am grateful for whatever
you can do in this case.
Sorry?
I was just saying I'm
grateful for your work.
You're most welcome.
You know, I had a fruit
cocktail once, in Atlantic City.
Mind you, I'm not the
fruit cocktail sort-of-guy.
Excuse me.
We need to discuss your father.
Is it the fruit cocktail thing again?
Yeah, he's been doing that recently.
He gets obsessed about certain foods.
It's weird.
We need him to focus.
To focus?
Mr. Broyles, two-thirds of the time,
my father's not even lucid.
And in those rare and
unpredictable moments of clarity,
he rambles on about the foods
and beverages that he missed
while he was incarcerated
in a mental institution
for the better part of
the last two decades.
To say that he's not focused,
is to say that he's a biped.
Which is to say,
you're absolutely right.
He's not focused.
And also, it's not going
to change any time too soon.
I'm his son.
I'm not a puppeteer.
I don't have a remote control.
There's no master switch I can flick
and turn him into the
man I wish had raised me.
Or even somebody I don't
have to baby-sit every day.
I guess I've had that
on my mind for awhile.
Apparently.
Broyles.
It's Charlie Francis.
I understand I'm
not at clearance level
but I have something for you.
What is it?
Local connecontion to the ZFT.
Speak to me.
brought back from Frankfurt.
We figured out each line
corresponds to an FBI case file.
And an ID number for the
agent or agents assigned to it.
Every one of them originating
from this field office.
Another mole in this office?
And you think what?
John Scott?
He was working with the ZFT?
Whoever did this needed upper
level security clearance.
Access to the FBI mainframe.
You said local connection.
lines is a phone number
Smith and we have him tied...
Yeah, I know Joseph Smith.
him when he collapsed.
You got an address?
I'll call you back.
This is Broyles.
I want a SWAT team
surrounding Joseph Smith.
He's at 4331 Broad Street in Saugus.
And I want this radio silent.
It's good to see you again.
Despite the strange circumstance.
You don't have to wait with me.
As you keep telling me.
I want to.
I like it here.
Thank you.
I'm surprised.
He'll see you.
But not until tomorrow morning.
This is not Jones' rule or mine.
This is the institution's.
Long before I got here,
there have been strict
regulations regarding visitors.
Tomorrow morning,
you'll have 14 minutes.
Not a second more.
Mr. Jones wanted you to have this.
Hello.
Peter, it's me.
I'm looking for Broyles.
Is he there?
No, he's on some sort of raid.
with me tomorrow morning.
gets to talk to a colleague of his.
So we're looking for
a guy local to Boston.
He's in Saugus.
He's in what?
His name's Joseph Smith.
At 4331 Broad Street.
How'd you know that?
That's who Broyles is
after right now.
What?
-How?
-I-I don't know.
Peter, we need him alive.
-Hey!
-Are you there?
No. I'm on my way.
You get in touch with Broyles yet?
No, they're still radio silent.
I'm gonna call HQ.
I'll call you back.
I know they're radio silent
but you've got to get
someone down there right now.
Please, you need to
get the message to them.
They need to keep Joseph Smith alive.
Goddamn it.
-You must stand back, sir.
-Hey. I've got information.
-No, I need to talk to Joseph Smith--
-You need to get back.
You are not authorized to
get any closer to the house!
-Hey.
-Are you close?
Yeah, I'm here but I can't
get any closer to the house.
They're already inside.
On the roof! On the roof!
Oh, no.
What? Peter.
Freeze! FBI!
Stop or we'll shoot!
Drop your weapon!
No, no, no, no!
Peter?
Peter?
Have the evidence response team
catalog and box every item
down to the toilet paper.
Bishop, what are you doing here?
Well, I just got off
the phone with Olivia.
She's headed back to the airport.
Turns out Mr. Jones would only help us
if he could talk to Mr. Smith.
The same Mr. Smith that
your people just killed.
You're kidding me.
That's the first serious
thing I've said all day.
Hello.
Your father wanted me to inform you
that there is fluid accumulating
in Agent Loeb's lungs.
Tell him we need help quickly.
He says we need help quickly.
Insert this into his IV.
Let me talk to him.
Uh, hello, Peter.
This is me, your father.
Walter Bishop.
Thank you, Walter.
I know who you are.
Excellent.
Uh, we need to talk to
that man Smith right away.
He may be our best chance
to save Agent Loeb's life.
I know that, but he's dead.
He was shot. We're out of luck.
Well, does he still have his head?
Is it still attached to his body?
Only you would ask
that question seriously.
Yes, he still has a head.
Then perhaps in this case,
death is simply an inconvenience.
Bring him in and hurry.
Agent Loeb's tissue is
already deteriorating
which makes it exponentially messier.
What?
So close.
You never did lose well.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItrIHJWsD4M
What happened, Olivia?
There is something that
has shifted in you.
Something's happened.
Well, a lot has happened.
You know,
it's been a strange time.
I wasn't gonna say these words.
But here we are,
so I'm gonna say them.
I've become, and I am not kidding...
A spectacular cook.
Spend the night.
I can't, Lucas.
Of course you can.
Of course you can.
Dunham.
Does Jones know about Smith?
What?
Does David Jones know
that Joseph Smith is dead?
No, why?
'cause if you can still
get in to see him tomorrow
He may not have to.
Oh good, uh, bring him
down here so quickly.
-Get me ice.
-You already asked.
-And the halo head brace.
-It's right over there.
We got it from here. Thanks.
Uh, did I ask...
To put salt water in
the trough, yes.
Not a drop more!
He's been shot in the head.
Is that a problem?
Yes, that's a problem.
Of course, it's a problem!
A bullet in the head would normally
indicate significant brain trauma.
Well, it would also
indicate that he's dead.
But you didn't seem to
have a problem with that.
This procedure is not
like removing tonsils.
I've never had a conversation
with a dead guy before.
Forgive me if I don't know the rules.
Is this going to work or not?
I'll need to alter the procedure.
And I'm not making any promises.
Good. almost there.
Let me know when it's
exactly 84.5 blue.
The human brain's
like a computer, green.
Just needs electricity to function,
which the body ceases
to produce upon death.
Which is why we're keeping his
body cold to retard degeneration.
It's astonishing how this
man's scalp resembles--
Peter's bare bottom when he was a baby.
How did you know that?
You told us that already, twice.
What did I say next?
That we're gonna kick-start his brain.
Ah, yes!
Excellent.
Conductive gel to prevent the electrical
current from setting him on fire.
Spread it evenly.
And don't forget his nipples.
Oh, Peter!
In '75, the FBI asked me
to use this procedure.
Someone had been murdered.
But I don't recall his name.
Hmm. James, I believe,
or Jimmy. They want me to
identify his assessee.
Union leader, I think.
Jimmy Hoffa?
Yes.
Well the... the trouble was,
he had a shockingly
low electro-sensitivity.
When I turned on the machine,
it instantly fried
his brain like an egg.
Everyone has a unique tolerance
to electrical stimulation.
Mine for instance,
is remarkably high.
Yours Peter, unusually low.
As for our friend here,
we don't know.
Too little current,
and it won't work.
Too much, and we will
overcook his brain.
So I will have...
You used to do this to me.
You attached wires to car batteries
and then you would shock me.
Yes, I was accumulating data.
No, you were experimenting on me.
Son, we're ready.
First we must test if this...
will register any brain activity.
And this will indicate if he's
transmitting any thoughts to you.
Since he's dead, Peter,
you'll obviously have
to be his ears and mouth.
Eventually, we'll
connect this to your head.
Okay, dear, we're ready.
Turn it on.
Try 200 microvolts.
Oh, look, Peter.
He's talking to you.
I suppose it's a good thing it
wasn't attached to your head.
Not kidding. Looked into it.
-You have not.
-I have.
So?
Who was he?
Whoever it was who
broke your heart.
Or am I misreading you?
He was my partner
from the Bureau.
And you of all people should know that
I've always been a little inept at this.
But he was straight-forward, decisive,
charming, and it was wonderful.
Except it was all a lie,
and he betrayed me.
Betrayed the job.
Then he died.
That's the end.
That's the end for him.
I've known this for years.
I screwed up...
With you.
The timing wasn't
right for either of us.
Yes, it was. I know it was.
But I was scared.
And that's the... that's
the God's honest truth.
I think about you...
So often and...
I don't call because...
Because I'm ashamed
of how I treated you.
No, it was just...
Lucas, I...
I... I have to...
I have... I have to get this.
I hate whoever that is.
Hello.
'cause I'm not really sure that I do.
But I think this might actually work.
Walter figured it out?
Well, there are limits.
Some issues and problems.
But Walter seems to think we can get
the dead guy to answer some questions.
Then we're on.
I'll call you from the prison.
You okay?
I'm good. Thank you.
I'm gonna go back to the hotel.
Grateful to you,
to the incredible cooking
and your sweet words.
Do you hear anything?
I think we gotta ask
him a question first.
I see.
Are we ready to see
how this is working?
When I say go,
you, Astro,
ask Peter a question.
I will flip the switch which will
stimulate our naked friend's brain.
And Peter, you will hear his response.
Any questions?
Uh, yeah. What should I ask him?
Anything you like. It's only a dry run.
And, son, I should
apologize in advance.
I'm afraid this...
Well, I shouldn't frighten you.
No. Wouldn't want to do that.
Three, two, one.
Go!
What's your favorite
flavor of ice cream?
Anything?
Did I hear anything? No.
Three, two, one. Go!
What's your favorite color?
Nope. still nothing.
Just extreme discomfort.
Hello.
They're taking me to see Jones now.
It's Olivia. They're taking her in.
No. we're not ready yet.
No, no, no.
Tell her she has to stall.
Did you hear that?
I'll do what I can,
but I've only got 14
minutes starting now.
What a pleasure this is.
We have your Mr. Smith in custody.
You will not speak with him directly.
You will ask me one question
that you want answered.
I will relay that question
to an agent back in the States
who will talk to Mr. Smith.
I will then relay Mr.
Smith's response to you.
Then you will tell me
how to save Agent Loeb.
That is how it works.
You're very serious,
do you know that?
Your friend's life hangs
in the balance.
Is that it?
And you want me to save him.
I gathered as much from your note.
Tell me something.
Why not your freedom...
Or extradition?
You must realize that
you have leverage here.
Yet all you want is the
answer to one question?
You make two assumptions,
Ms. Dunham,
both incorrect.
The first is that there is nothing
more valuable than my freedom.
The second is that I am responsible
for the infection of Agent Loeb.
Hello, Gene.
Shh, not a word.
I think I know your problem.
You think too much.
It's a family curse.
Your own brain function is
interfering with the process.
You need to be a passive receiver.
This is a sedative.
It will numb your
higher brain function.
700
I've mixed it with a euphoria inhibitor.
701
Which will clear the
high from your system
702
In a matter of minutes.
703
If I tell you to, stick
this in his chest right here.
704
Beneath the breast bone.
705
What is that?
706
-Adrenaline.
-Why, Walter?
707
Are you planning on stopping my heart?
708
Walter, what are you giving me?
709
Nothing for you to worry about.
710
Perfectly harmless.
711
What is going on in here?
712
Mitchel!
713
If you're not responsible for
infecting Agent Loeb, who is?
714
Perhaps the same people responsible
for bringing us together.
715
What if someone wanted
information from the both of us?
716
Do you see?
717
Perhaps they've
orchestrated all of this.
718
What if you and I...
719
Both of us, at this very moment,
720
were being manipulated?
721
By whom?
722
And what would they want?
723
You've not been doing
this very long, have you?
724
There are very few things in life
that surprise me anymore, Ms. Dunham.
725
And yet, I confess,
I am confused.
726
If it is so urgent to save
the life of your friend,
727
why haven't we gotten on with it?
728
Peter.
729
Peter, can you hear me?
730
This can't possibly be scientific.
731
Peter, look at me.
732
Daddy?
733
Hmm. I think we're ready.
734
-Hello?
-Go, quick.
735
Go ahead, ask your question.
736
Ask my friend Joe...
737
Where does the gentleman live?
738
Mr. Jones would like to know,
where does the gentleman live?
739
Three.
740
Mitchel! oh, god.
741
What is it?
742
Parasite in his bloodstream
choking him of oxygen.
743
-Asteroid, nitroglycerine in a vial on the desk.
-Wait a minute. I don't understand. A parasite?
744
-Could you give us some room, please?
-I'll call you back.
745
Come on, Sam,
let them do their job.
746
Is there a problem?
747
My phone doesn't get the best
reception in prison isolation cells.
748
You do have Mr. Smith, do you not?
749
I'm curious.
750
Why do you think he
would cooperate with you
751
after you had him arrested?
752
Oh, the people I work
with are loyal to the end.
753
Can you say the same?
754
Hello.
755
Okay, we're trying again.
756
Three, two, one. Go!
757
Where does the gentleman live?
758
Do you hear anything?
759
No, no.
760
I'm going to have to
increase the voltage.
761
I'm sorry, son.
762
Three, two, one. Go.
763
Where does the gentleman live?
764
Uh-uh, nothing.
765
No.
766
Astrid, I need the answer now.
767
Agent Dunham, it's not working.
768
I need paper.
769
Paper! Give me some paper.
770
Quick, quick. I see something.
771
Wait, hold on.
772
Untie my hand.
773
Quickly!
774
What is that?
775
I have no idea!
776
I need the answer now.
777
We don't have it yet.
I don't think it's working.
778
Walter, what is this?
779
How do I know?
780
You saw it, not me.
781
He seems rather irritated with you.
782
Astrid, please. I have no time.
783
I know, you have to hold on.
I'm sorry.
784
Walter, what is it?
Do you see it?
785
It's there.
786
There's just something missing.
787
Obviously, horizontal lines.
788
There's literature on this.
789
Misrepresentation of horizontal
space in unilateral brain damage.
790
Astrid, please, hurry.
791
I-I don't understand.
792
It's just a conjecture.
793
But the bullet may have
destroyed that part of the brain
794
that... that helps
process horizontal lines.
795
We are going to have
to fill in the blanks.
796
God, Astrid, I have no time.
797
I need the answer now,
Astrid! Please!
798
-Little Hill.
-Little Hill?
799
Little Hill!
Three parts mebendazole.
Two parts thermophilic hydrolase.
A syringe directly into the parasite.
Astrid, write this down.
Three parts mebendazole.
Two parts thermophilic hydrolase.
A syringe directly into the parasite.
Walter, look.
The roots, they're dying.
Well does that mean that...
Is... is Mitchel gonna live?
Is... is he gonna be okay?
Yes my dear. I believe he will.
Thank you, Dr. Bishop.
Jones asked me a
question about loyalty.
And something about the way he said it,
it felt like he knew something.
Like what?
Something about my partner
betraying the Bureau.
I don't know.
You know, I have other means of
gathering information about Mr. Jones.
If you'd like me to use them.
Say yes, Olivia.
It'll give me an excuse
to call you again.
Mitchel, I understand that
you're feeling far from 100%.
But while you were unconscious,
we made a discovery.
That an organization with
connections to the Pattern
may have someone working
for us on the inside.
John Scott.
That was our first thought.
But he would have needed to have higher
clearance than Scott was afforded.
We thought that perhaps
you were talking to him
because you might have
discovered who that person was.
Scott's the only one I know of.
You're making me paranoid.
All I want to do is
make you better.
I'll see you in the morning.
All right.
Please seeing you!
Sir.
How is he?
He's good.
The doctor here removed
that thing from his chest.
Walter made sure
he saved it for him.
I bet he did.
But what about answers?
The question Jones asked Smith.
And the response he got, "Little Hill"?
We know that Agent Loeb was infected,
but we don't know by whom.
Jones says it wasn't him.
We don't know anything.
You have a problem, Agent Dunham.
You're not easily satisfied.
You want everything
and you want it now.
In your mind, somehow a
small victory is no victory.
What you did was save a man's
life but that doesn't land for you.
Sir...
I would tell you to
snap the hell out of it.
To stop whining about
what you can't know,
can't control, can't change.
I would tell you to get
some sleep while you can
because tomorrow, we'll
do this all over again.
And guess what?
You'll have a million new answers
and a million and one new questions.
I would tell you those
things, but I won't.
Because your dissatisfaction,
is what makes you so damn good.
Someone I'm proud to say I work with.
Thank you.
Now go get some sleep while you can.
Hey, how you feeling?
I should be asking you that.
-Good job.
-Thank you.
You too.
You hungry?
After everything I saw
today, no, not at all.
But I am thirsty.
Really, really thirsty.
Me too.
Look at that.
Yeah, look at that.
They're gone.
So did it work.
What we did?
Yes. it led them back to Mr. Jones.
Did he ask the question?
And did we get the answer?
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