Ladies and gentlemen,
we will soon been starting
our in-flight movie.
We will be coming through with Hazas which
are available for purchase for 4 dollars.
And of course exact
change's always appreciated.
You should put keys on your back.
Excuse me?
It's an old wife’s tale
to stop the bloody nose.
Yeah?
Actually, I tried it once.
It doesn't work.
It's all bull.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, I need to talk to you.
Yes, sir, I'll be
with you in one moment.
No, now!
Please.
I'll be right back.
- What's the problem?
- I'm in trouble.
There's something happening to me,
that I don't have the time or permission
- to explain to you.
- What is it?
You need to listen to me very carefully.
I need you to go to the passengers,
I need you to collect as many sedatives
or tranquilizers as you can.
Okay, sir, I need you
to take a deep breath.
This isn't a panic attack.
This is real.
We will die, all of us,
if you don't do what I say.
Sir, a threat like that
is in violation of FAA...
Do I look to you like I care about that?
Oh, my God.
I need you to get those drugs for me.
Do you have any weapons, a gun?
Go call the captain.
Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down.
You're going to scare the passengers.
They should be scared.
What weapons do you have?
Yeah, it's Melissa.
What weapons?!
We have a man here,
who’s claiming to be in...
We have a Taser in the cockpit,
which I will use on you
if you don't calm down.
Taser won't do a thing.
It'll just piss me off.
He wants drugs, but he seems
to be on something already.
I need you to do what I say.
I'm going into that bathroom.
You keep me in there.
You keep that door closed.
Get whatever sedatives
you can as soon as you can.
You can go in that bathroom, sir.
I am not messing around!
When you get the drugs,
you come back, you knock.
If I don't answer,
or if I do, and what
you see isn't me anymore,
you keep that door closed.
You hear me?
You keep me in there, away
from the other passengers.
Get the drugs. Quick.
Yes, sir. I'll do that.
Yes, sir, but I think
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a passenger
who is having a hard time...
Please remain calm.
Everything's going to be just fine.
Ah! Uh!
Ah! Agh! Ah!
What's he doing in there?
I don't know.
It just got quiet.
Maybe he passed out.
The captain says we should restrain him.
I've only...
Seatbelts. Seatbelts.
Well, hello.
Look, aunt Liv, I'm beautiful.
You are beautiful.
Yes, you’re beautiful.
But why don't we put this
down and take these off?
Here, give me... what
else do you have here?
I'll take that.
All right. Go wash that off.
Okay.
Sorry.
Oh, please. That's fine.
Do you remember when we had
that sleepover at aunt Missy's?
And then you found the perfume
and poured it all over...
Was it Lola?
- No, Lola was the hamster. Roxy was the dog.
- Right.
Liv, what is this?
Is this mom's?
"always?"
This isn't mom's.
No.
It's from John.
John...
Your partner, John?
Yeah.
You told me that you guys were...
He asked you to marry him?
Uh, no.
He didn't. It was a mistake.
Suffice to say that it
never actually happened.
Uh, no. You can't do that.
- Well, I have to.
- I am your sister.
And I have told you...
Every excruciating detail
of my failed marriage.
- There's nothing that you can...
- He was a traitor.
The people that he was working with,
They still don't even
know who they were.
But whoever they were, he was bad.
And whatever was between us was a lie,
So that he could gain my trust,
So that I didn't see
him for what he was.
God, Liv...
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
Me too.
And I thought Greg was a jerk.
Uh, Greg is a jerk.
Yeah. Greg is a jerk.
Hello?
Where?
Flight 718 went down
a little after 6:00 pm.
Witnesses say the plane
just fell out of the sky.
Once we recover the black
box, we’ll know more.
So why are we here?
Shouldn't NTSB be taking point?
According to Air Traffic Control,
They got a distress call from the pilot,
But it was cut off and
they lost communication.
Whatever happened up
there, I’m guessing...
... has something to do with
what I'm about to show you.
It's burned badly.
Forensics thought it
was an animal at first.
They were mistaken.
No one's ever seen an animal like this.
I can understand the confusion.
This creature has...
Pelage characteristic of an animal.
And yet...
Mm.
I will say this...
Our friend here didn't
start out this way.
Hey, Liv.
Hey.
Hey.
Copies of the manifest passports.
It's going to be a long few days...
For the poor folks tasked with trying...
To identify the remains.
So is there anyone of any interest?
Not at first glance, no.
Does the elder bishop
have any ideas about that?
Not yet.
Or if he does, he isn't saying.
So the official word right
now is engine failure.
The pilot tried to bring it
in for an emergency landing.
The way this thing works...
- Works...
- What it does to you?
It's a horror show.
It's far worse than
you can even imagine.
I'm telling you, this stuff...
It's a horror show, John.
What? You find something?
Yeah, I think this is our guy.
- The fried dog man?
- Yeah.
Marshall Bowman.
We need to pull everything
we can find on him.
How can you know that?
Call it my gut.
You're good.
I would expect whatever
caused this mutation...
Would've completely
alter his internal organs.
Though the kidneys appear normal.
It also gave him four extra nipples.
Maybe he mutated into a opossum.
No, opossum’s have 15 mammaries.
Unlike most mammals, who have
an even number of nipples.
Hence, the one half
rule regarding nipples.
The one half nipple rule?
You just had to ask, didn’t you?
The typical number of young
in a litter is usually equal...
to half the number of
nipples on the animal.
The number of nipples being
the maximum litter size.
Humans, for example,
One child is the typical.
Maximum, twins.
Barring extraordinary cases.
In which case, numerous
nipples would be warranted.
God, I hope I never have to hear
him say the word "nipple" again.
Evidence of an extradural hematoma.
Possibly epistaxis.
Meaning, he had a colossal nosebleed.
I know.
Hm.
There's something hard inside here.
Scalpel.
Forcep.
What is it? A tumour?
Not unless a tumour is made of glass.
I need someone Overat
Vertusair, right now.
Yes, this is about
Look through all the internal reports
on structural breakdown...
Here's everything we
have on Marshall Bowman
credit courtier in Marseilles.
Managed their corporate accounts.
Has doctor Bishop been able
to make a positive ID yet?
No, but we should contact the bank,
- and see what they can tell us about him.
- Done.
Last page has Bowman's
clients from the U.S.
He outdid himself this time.
And he's gonna get
impatient to sell it off.
So you have to get the
money lined up fast.
What?
Olivia, you okay?
People, we got something.
Simmons, patch me in
through public address.
Wilson sent over the
black box recording,
the last 60 seconds of the flight.
Play it.
New York center, this
is Vertusair 718 heavy.
We have a report that there...
Tower to Vertusair 718,
other aircraft calling,
say again?
Our purser's reporting a
disturbance in the main cabin.
There seems...
It's trying to get in.
New York, we need an emergency land...
It's already killed at least three...
Dear god, hold that back!
That's it... Tech is
trying to recover more.
Let's back to work, people.
Charlie.
- Hm?
- Come here a second.
See this guy?
Daniel Hicks, he owns
an import export company
Based in Chelsea.
He's the guy that Marshall Bowman
was flying in to meet.
So we need to bring
him in for questioning.
This your gut again?
What's going on, Liv?
Okay, this is going to sound insane.
So let's just put it in the category
of "crazy things happening
in Walter Bishop's lab."
Okay.
John Scott and I shared consciousness.
Our minds were connected
through a procedure
before he died, and...
Some of his memories
are still in my head.
His memories?
And sometimes I get flashes.
I see what he saw in the memory.
And in one of these flashes,
I saw him with Marshall Bowman
and this guy... Hicks.
I think they were all working together.
On what?
I don't know.
A weapons sale of some kind?
Okay.
I'll bring him in.
That's it?
Despite the thousand questions I have
in my head right now,
I'm going to bite my tongue.
Thank you.
Bishop's house of horrors.
Hey, how we doing?
Good, we got the bloodwork back.
You were right, it is Marshall Bowman.
Anything else?
Yeah, Walter seems to think he was dosed
with some kind of designer virus.
So, it was intentional.
Hard to say it was an accident,
this stuff doesn't exist in nature.
And whoever did it, would have to have
a deep understanding of
cutting-edge genetics.
I mean, it completely
rewrote Bowman's DNA.
Even if the plane hadn't of crashed,
he wouldn't have survived
the transformation.
And...
There's something else.
And this falls under the
heading of "what the hell?"
But we found something in his left hand.
Here, I’ll stream it to you.
It's a glass disk, about
the size of a nickel.
I don't believe it.
We found a similar disk
on the D.E.A. agent a few months back.
I thought you told me
that Bowman was a banker.
Now you're telling me
he's some kind of agent?
Uh, I don't know.
But Charlie is bringing in a guy
who might be able to
give us some answers.
Tell us about your business, Mr. Hicks.
My business...
It's import and export.
But you know that already.
You just came from my office.
Why don't you indulge us, Mr. Hicks?
What do you import and export?
Furniture, mostly.
Mostly French. 18th and 19th century.
Look, I’d like to know
what this is all about.
I run a clean business.
How do you know Marshall Bowman?
He's my banker, overseas.
Why, has he gotten into
some kind of trouble?
This is wonderful. Don't you agree?
It's just like a good detective movie.
Mr. Hicks, have you heard
what happened on flight 718?
Yeah, that's the plane
that crashed, right?
Mm-hmm.
This might be hard to recognize, but...
This is Marshall Bowman.
He was on board that plane.
I... I don't understand.
I believe you do, Mr. Hicks.
I believe you know how that happened.
I believe that you and Marshall Bowman
conspired to distribute a deadly virus,
And this is the unintended result.
Look...
I think you have
mistaken for someone else.
Your nose is bleeding.
Can we have a box of tissues, please?
No.
No, tissue won't help.
Find me some sedatives.
Now!
I need help.
Ah!
Walter, what’s happening?
I expect the same thing that happened
To that man in the airplane.
Here.
I may be able to suspend the process.
No! Not yet.
Not until he talks.
Please!
You want help? I want answers.
We... must... Have... been... dosed.
I want to know the name. Who dosed you?
Conrad.
Ah!
Oh, I don't think that's working.
I checked the DHS database,
Nothing came up on a
"Conrad," first or last name,
When cross-referenced
with a Daniel Hicks.
Well, so far, there’s
no mention of a "Conrad"
In John's old files, either.
Hm.
Why don't you let me take a turn?
Thank you.
Anything?
Yes.
As often is the case, has
good news and bad news.
He is transforming,
But I placed him in a
medically-induced coma,
- to slow the process.
- Which is that? The good, or the bad?
- Huh?
- Which is it?
The good news, or the bad news?
That's the bad news.
The good news, is that
I've already synthesized
A preliminary sample of an antidote.
I'm testing it on tissue
samples as we speak.
And... a watermelon.
As a control group.
And will it be ready in time?
That depends on your definition of time.
If you mean before
he turns into a beast,
I wouldn't wager on it, no.
Wonderful.
Cut open his hand.
What?
I want to see if there's a disk in it.
Like Bowman's.
I like cutting.
Where did you get these?
One of them was in Bowman's palm.
The other one was on Hicks.
We've seen one of these before.
Did the N.S.A ever
determine what it was for?
A data storage device.
Apparently used to
transport information.
I want authorization to
exhume John Scott's body.
John Scott?
I think he may have one
of these on him, too.
I think he was working
with Bowman and Hicks.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Well, then make it possible.
- Excuse me?
- I know it's
against protocol, but right now,
- frankly, I don't give a damn.
- Stop.
And if you don't want
to ask Harris, then...
- I said stop.
- I'll go and ask him, myself.
I can't deliver John Scott's body.
And that other disk?
It didn't go to the N.S.A.
Where did it go?
One of the advantages
Of being the defence
department's biggest contractor
Is the massive dynamic has
money to develop technologies
Generations beyond that
of the US government.
So when we were unable to
retrieve the information
Off the disks, I requested Nina's help
But I suspect that you telling me this
Isn't the only reason that we're here.
Agent Dunham.
Miss Sharp.
For what it's worth,
it was not my decision
To keep this from you.
As you suspected,
We discovered a glass disk
identical to the others,
Embedded in agent Scott's hand.
While he may appear to be
alive, I assure you he is not.
We've kept him in a
suspended state of...
We believe that the
information stored in the disks
Self-destructs when
the disk's host dies.
We attempted to utilize
agent Scott's body...
His blood, his DNA... to
try to retrieve the data.
The small amount of information
we were able to gather
Seems to implicate agent Scott
As part of a bio-terror cell.
There were also references to a Conrad.
We believe he's a scientist.
Designing chemical and
biological weapons for sale
On the black market.
CIA has received scattered
intel on him in the past
Nothing concrete.
We don't even know his full name.
So a plane full of people are dead.
And our best lead is... nothing?
A chemist, who’s name
we don't even know?
It gets worse.
Three hours ago, French
Intelligence related to D.C.
That an informant of theirs
claims a major weapons sale
Is about to go down in Chicago.
However, what the
informant was unable to say
Is exactly where, or when, the
sale is going to take place.
What the informant did know
is that the man behind the sale
Is known as Conrad.
Hello?
I'm on my way back. Is Walter there?
Yeah, why?
I just got word that Conrad's
planning on selling this virus.
- What? When?
- I don't know.
But if I'm right, and John
was working with these guys,
Then he has the answer in his memory.
Which means that it's in mine.
Olivia...
You know how dangerous this is...
Tell Walter to prep the tank.
I'm going back in.
- You are ok?
- Yeah
Be careful.
We're online.
All right.
Olivia,
Can you hear me?
Yes.
You must listen to
my voice at all times.
It is your connection, your lifeline.
- Understood?
- Understood.
I am going to try and guide you
Through John Scott’s memory
In an attempt to take you back
To the place where he met
our comatose friend, here.
Now, picture yourself
At the top of a steep flight of stairs.
As you descend, step by step,
You'll become progressively
more, and more relaxed.
Now, here come the last five steps.
Four...
Three...
Two...
One.
Where are you?
I'm in a bedroom.
No, it’s not a bedroom.
This is where we used to meet.
John and I.
Oh, man. This is crazy.
- Absolutely, this will never happen again.
- No.
Ask her what she sees.
What do you see?
Me and John.
Don't worry, he can't see you.
Remember, you’re observing a memory.
I'll be right back.
Hi, Liv.
Olivia, what’s happening?
John's talking to me.
That's not possible, Olivia.
He can't see you.
We'll try to take you elsewhere.
Where John and his accomplices met.
- Don't move.
- Liv, what's wrong?
Stop.
Don't. Don't move.
Olivia, focus on the sound of my voice.
I said stay there.
I miss you.
Don't move.
I'm going to ask you a question,
and you're going to give me the answer.
You were working with
a man named Conrad.
He developed a biological weapon.
I want to know who he is,
and who he's planning on selling it to.
Liv, put the gun...
Stop lying to me, John.
I know that you're part
of a terrorist cell.
We have your partner in custody.
Hicks.
He's dying. And Bowman is already dead.
They were infected with
some kind of a virus.
- Liv...
- No!
What just happened?
I don't know.
We need to get her out, now.
We can't. It's too dangerous.
She's in deep rem.
We need to reconnect
before we pull her out.
Olivia, can you hear me?
Olivia?
Olivia, can you hear...
Olivia?
Walter?
Olivia.
I want answers, John.
There he is.
Who?
Conrad.
He's a monster, Liv.
Capable of creating horrible things.
Weapons, which he does
for no other reason
than because he can.
'Cause he's curious.
Then he sells them
to the highest bidder.
That's him.
And that's me.
Problem was, we were hunting a man
none of us had ever seen before.
If I'd have known I
had him in my sights,
I could've taken him
out right then and there.
It was my most important mission.
And I failed.
I let that monster get away.
I didn't know it was him.
What mission?
Who were you working for?
Bowman and Hicks...
The truth is, they were and they are...
government agents.
NSA, secret task force.
And so was I.
I don't believe you.
It's the truth, Liv.
No, not again.
If you want me to believe you,
then you need to prove it to me.
I can't, Liv.
It was Black Ops, a deniable operation.
If we were to take out Conrad,
there could be no record
of our involvement.
That's why I could never tell you.
Even though I wanted to.
If that's the truth, then help me.
Tell me where the sale is going down.
What sale?
The virus.
We believe that Conrad's
planning on selling it.
I don't know what's going on
inside Conrad's organization anymore.
But Hicks would know.
You need to talk to Hicks.
He was privy to all that information.
- He has it right in his hand.
- John?
John?
Liv, trust Hicks.
He can help you.
John?
John.
John?
- We have to pull her out.
- John!
Prepare 30 CC's of dextroamphetamine.
- Oh, Peter.
- You're okay.
You're going to be fine.
I understand.
Thanks for checking.
My contact at NSA. Couldn't confirm
a single thing that John said.
Of course, John said
they wouldn't be able to.
Well, that’s the perfect alibi.
One that you can't confirm.
Uh, yeah.
How's it coming?
His cell sample's membranes still aren't
absorbing the inhibitor.
We don't know if the
antidote's working yet.
But it might.
We could try it and see.
You want to wake up Hicks?
Even though he could
transform just like Bowman did?
Well, Conrad could be selling
this virus as we speak.
And Hicks is the only
one who can tell us
how this is going to go down.
And you're willing to take John's word
that you can trust Hicks?
It finally happened.
I'm now referring to a dead guy,
- who only exists in your mind.
- Boy!
I need another bag of
midazolam right away.
What if he's still lying to you?
Have you considered that?
If Hicks and John are
working with Conrad,
that maybe John is using
you to tip Conrad off?
Maybe he wants to get you killed.
This is a bad idea, Olivia.
My mother always says
I stick my nose in
places it does not belong.
I know we haven't known
each other that long.
But you are one of the best judges
of character I've ever met.
So, I guess the question is
what's your instinct?
When you were with John,
when you were looking in his eyes,
was he for real?
Prep Hicks.
Ready or not, we’re
administering the antidote.
An experiment...
How exhilarating.
This is Agent Dunham.
I need to talk to Broyles.
Sorry to wake you.
Little worse than adrenaline.
Except, perhaps, lice,
which is a nightmare.
Mr. Hicks, try and breathe normally.
Can you hear me?
This is an antidote.
While I can't guarantee
that it'll actually work,
I do have a recorded I.Q.
Of... 196.
Really?
We know about the work you
were doing with John Scott.
Now we need your help.
For those of you not in the know,
information has come to this agency
about a weapons buy.
The goods?
The same virus
responsible for Flight 718.
I know this label gets slapped
on pretty much all we do,
but preventing this
transaction from taking place
is our highest priority.
The prospective buyer of this weapon
landed in the United
States this morning.
And we were there.
That suspect is now in custody.
And no surprise to anyone,
refuses to cooperate.
But we do have someone else in custody.
An informant with extensive information
on the players we will be dealing with
his name is Daniel Hicks.
And he has agreed to relay
all necessary information
to Agent Dunham
using an encrypted and
untraceable two-way radio,
which we implanted
earlier this afternoon.
Agent Francis will
coordinate surveillance.
The informant disclosed that the meet
is scheduled for 1600 hours,
at the Fairchild Hotel.
Room 1021.
The seller, a man known as
Conrad will not be there.
But his intermediaries will.
We have agents standing by
to move in corresponding rooms.
Per regulations, no raid will be ordered
until Agent Dunham has
visual on the weapon.
When she does, she’ll
give the go signal.
That signal will be...
Christmas.
Now we all look forward to seeing
how she works that into conversation.
Okay, people, let's get it done.
Listen up.
Spotted the seller.
The seller is making a phone call.
Stand by.
You didn't have to
come with me, you know.
Shady deals with shady guys
in shady hotels is my M.O.
And typically,
if someone is going to kill you,
it's a good idea to
have an ally in the room.
I'm not scared.
Being fearless doesn't
mean you're being safe.
- Astrid, how’re we doing?
- Hey.
Hicks is on board and ready to go.
I'm putting you on speaker.
So far so good, Olivia.
Considering 3 cc's of adrenaline.
Are they going to expect bona fides?
Hicks, tell me what I need to know.
Well, they’re going to be suspicious
Why they've never seen you before.
You tell them you used
to work with Anderson.
Anderson, okay. Got it, what else?
You tell them Ernesto
flew in for the meeting,
But he got called back to the basement,
And he couldn't come.
What do you mean,” called
back to the basement?"
Just say it, he’ll understand.
You're not messing
with me, are you, Hicks?
You trusted John Scott, right?
Then trust me.
He's on the move.
Seller's heading inside.
That's him.
Here we go.
Liv...
You be careful.
You're Gavin. Susan.
I used to work with Anderson.
I was expecting someone else.
Well, Ernesto flew in,
But he was called back to the basement,
So he couldn't make it.
Mm.
Who's he?
Who are they?
We'll sweep you and get to business.
Good.
She's clean.
The money please.
Just a formality, I assure you.
It will only take a moment.
Have we met before? You look familiar.
Did you work with Anderson, too?
He's testing you.
You tell him
Peter met Anderson at
new college at Oxford.
They met at Oxford. New college.
Isn't that right?
What does it matter to
you where I met anyone?
Where did you meet? On campus?
I'm sorry, I have no idea
where they actually met.
We met at the White Horse.
On wheatly road, you know it?
I don't recall.
You would. Thai food... it's fantastic.
That's where I met Anderson.
I could tell you what
each of us was wearing,
If you want to hear it.
Where the hell did he come up with that?
I have no idea.
It's all here.
Have a seat.
I have to admit...
I was sceptical that you'd come at all.
Well, of course we came.
I thought it would be
Paris all over again.
Tell him that was because of
The French intelligence
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWOip86q3Mo
report, and he knows it.
That was because of the
French intelligence report.
You know that.
True.
But this is a larger purchase.
Hello?
Okay.
Conrad would like to see you.
When?
Now.
He's on his way.
What's going on?
Do they have the package?
Why isn't she calling the raid?
Because Conrad's coming.
So what?
So she doesn't want to scare him off.
She wants to get him.
She's waiting for Conrad.
We've included this with the purchase.
It's a reverse mutator. An antidote.
It would take you years to
reverse engineer an antivirus.
It's why the purchase price is so high.
The formula in itself is
deceiving in it's complexity
Well, we shouldn't have a need for that.
It's only in case of
accidental exposure.
Which, I assure you, would be fatal.
Now why wouldn't Ernesto
call me back himself?
And tell me someone
else was coming to meet?
Uh-oh.
Oh, god.
Get me a tranquilizer quickly.
It's happening to him.
Hicks is transforming.
Well, how would I know?
I'm not Ernesto's mother.
At least tell me who he was meeting.
Agh.
Eh.
Ah!
Quickly! Quickly!
What the hell is going on?
I asked you...
a simple question.
Who was Ernesto meeting?
I need a name.
Somebody, anybody
else in your operation.
Oh, no.
Oh, god. Hicks is out.
I'll ask you again...
Who was your colleague meeting?
Sir, should we move in?
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.
That's enough. Now, just tell them!
Tell them, I’m not getting greased
over Ernesto's dirty little secret.
What secret is that?
- Shut your mouth!
- Ernesto is sick.
He's... he's dying... sick, okay?
He just doesn't want anybody to know.
Damnit, Liv. Give the signal.
- What the hell is wrong with you, he asked you...
- What the hell is wrong with me?
I got a gun in my face, for starters.
Enough of you. Shut up!
Get that gun out of my face right now.
Gavin!
Who are these people?
According to them, Ernesto’s sick.
It's true.
He found out the day before Christmas.
I spoke to Ernesto this morning.
He's fine.
Kill them both right now.
FBI!
Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!
Hands on the table. Get down.
John Scott says hi.
Turns out, Conrad’s a French citizen.
Conrad Etienne Moreau...
Wanted in connection
with at least half a
dozen biological attacks.
And those are just
the ones we know about.
He's been manufacturing
biological weapons
and distributing them on
the black market for years.
And you caught him.
I would think you could
at least let yourself
crack a smile about that.
Well, I didn't do it alone.
You know...
Despite the successful
outcome of this case,
John Scott's status remains the same.
As far as this department is concerned,
He's a traitor.
Even if he was telling the truth.
There's no way to confirm it.
That's all right.
I know the truth.
And that's enough.
Hello?
Anyone here?
Agent Dunham?
Where is everyone?
They took that gentleman that was here
to the hospital, to recover.
So the antidote worked?
He started improving almost as soon
as I administered it.
Which is more than I can
say for my own concoction.
Any case, I was just about to read
- a bedtime sto...
- Walter...
I was hoping you'd do me a favour.
Even if you did go back in,
I'm dubious you'd even
be able to find him.
What do you mean?
Your brain wave patterns
are returning to normal.
Your mind is finally succeeding
Purging itself of agent Scott.
Even if you perfectly reconnect,
it would be for
seconds, minutes at best.
And then you would never see him again.
Then we need to do this now.
It's beautiful out here, isn’t it?
We caught him today.
Conrad.
Really?
I'm sorry that I doubted you.
I should've trusted you.
No, it wasn't your fault.
I always meant
to tell you.
I guess I ran out of time.
There was one other thing.
I know we can't ever be together,
Not really.
Maybe I won't know
the difference.
I love you, Liv.
we will soon been starting
our in-flight movie.
We will be coming through with Hazas which
are available for purchase for 4 dollars.
And of course exact
change's always appreciated.
You should put keys on your back.
Excuse me?
It's an old wife’s tale
to stop the bloody nose.
Yeah?
Actually, I tried it once.
It doesn't work.
It's all bull.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, I need to talk to you.
Yes, sir, I'll be
with you in one moment.
No, now!
Please.
I'll be right back.
- What's the problem?
- I'm in trouble.
There's something happening to me,
that I don't have the time or permission
- to explain to you.
- What is it?
You need to listen to me very carefully.
I need you to go to the passengers,
I need you to collect as many sedatives
or tranquilizers as you can.
Okay, sir, I need you
to take a deep breath.
This isn't a panic attack.
This is real.
We will die, all of us,
if you don't do what I say.
Sir, a threat like that
is in violation of FAA...
Do I look to you like I care about that?
Oh, my God.
I need you to get those drugs for me.
Do you have any weapons, a gun?
Go call the captain.
Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down.
You're going to scare the passengers.
They should be scared.
What weapons do you have?
Yeah, it's Melissa.
What weapons?!
We have a man here,
who’s claiming to be in...
We have a Taser in the cockpit,
which I will use on you
if you don't calm down.
Taser won't do a thing.
It'll just piss me off.
He wants drugs, but he seems
to be on something already.
I need you to do what I say.
I'm going into that bathroom.
You keep me in there.
You keep that door closed.
Get whatever sedatives
you can as soon as you can.
You can go in that bathroom, sir.
I am not messing around!
When you get the drugs,
you come back, you knock.
If I don't answer,
or if I do, and what
you see isn't me anymore,
you keep that door closed.
You hear me?
You keep me in there, away
from the other passengers.
Get the drugs. Quick.
Yes, sir. I'll do that.
Yes, sir, but I think
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a passenger
who is having a hard time...
Please remain calm.
Everything's going to be just fine.
Ah! Uh!
Ah! Agh! Ah!
What's he doing in there?
I don't know.
It just got quiet.
Maybe he passed out.
The captain says we should restrain him.
I've only...
Seatbelts. Seatbelts.
Well, hello.
Look, aunt Liv, I'm beautiful.
You are beautiful.
Yes, you’re beautiful.
But why don't we put this
down and take these off?
Here, give me... what
else do you have here?
I'll take that.
All right. Go wash that off.
Okay.
Sorry.
Oh, please. That's fine.
Do you remember when we had
that sleepover at aunt Missy's?
And then you found the perfume
and poured it all over...
Was it Lola?
- No, Lola was the hamster. Roxy was the dog.
- Right.
Liv, what is this?
Is this mom's?
"always?"
This isn't mom's.
No.
It's from John.
John...
Your partner, John?
Yeah.
You told me that you guys were...
He asked you to marry him?
Uh, no.
He didn't. It was a mistake.
Suffice to say that it
never actually happened.
Uh, no. You can't do that.
- Well, I have to.
- I am your sister.
And I have told you...
Every excruciating detail
of my failed marriage.
- There's nothing that you can...
- He was a traitor.
The people that he was working with,
They still don't even
know who they were.
But whoever they were, he was bad.
And whatever was between us was a lie,
So that he could gain my trust,
So that I didn't see
him for what he was.
God, Liv...
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
Me too.
And I thought Greg was a jerk.
Uh, Greg is a jerk.
Yeah. Greg is a jerk.
Hello?
Where?
Flight 718 went down
a little after 6:00 pm.
Witnesses say the plane
just fell out of the sky.
Once we recover the black
box, we’ll know more.
So why are we here?
Shouldn't NTSB be taking point?
According to Air Traffic Control,
They got a distress call from the pilot,
But it was cut off and
they lost communication.
Whatever happened up
there, I’m guessing...
... has something to do with
what I'm about to show you.
It's burned badly.
Forensics thought it
was an animal at first.
They were mistaken.
No one's ever seen an animal like this.
I can understand the confusion.
This creature has...
Pelage characteristic of an animal.
And yet...
Mm.
I will say this...
Our friend here didn't
start out this way.
Hey, Liv.
Hey.
Hey.
Copies of the manifest passports.
It's going to be a long few days...
For the poor folks tasked with trying...
To identify the remains.
So is there anyone of any interest?
Not at first glance, no.
Does the elder bishop
have any ideas about that?
Not yet.
Or if he does, he isn't saying.
So the official word right
now is engine failure.
The pilot tried to bring it
in for an emergency landing.
The way this thing works...
- Works...
- What it does to you?
It's a horror show.
It's far worse than
you can even imagine.
I'm telling you, this stuff...
It's a horror show, John.
What? You find something?
Yeah, I think this is our guy.
- The fried dog man?
- Yeah.
Marshall Bowman.
We need to pull everything
we can find on him.
How can you know that?
Call it my gut.
You're good.
I would expect whatever
caused this mutation...
Would've completely
alter his internal organs.
Though the kidneys appear normal.
It also gave him four extra nipples.
Maybe he mutated into a opossum.
No, opossum’s have 15 mammaries.
Unlike most mammals, who have
an even number of nipples.
Hence, the one half
rule regarding nipples.
The one half nipple rule?
You just had to ask, didn’t you?
The typical number of young
in a litter is usually equal...
to half the number of
nipples on the animal.
The number of nipples being
the maximum litter size.
Humans, for example,
One child is the typical.
Maximum, twins.
Barring extraordinary cases.
In which case, numerous
nipples would be warranted.
God, I hope I never have to hear
him say the word "nipple" again.
Evidence of an extradural hematoma.
Possibly epistaxis.
Meaning, he had a colossal nosebleed.
I know.
Hm.
There's something hard inside here.
Scalpel.
Forcep.
What is it? A tumour?
Not unless a tumour is made of glass.
I need someone Overat
Vertusair, right now.
Yes, this is about
Look through all the internal reports
on structural breakdown...
Here's everything we
have on Marshall Bowman
credit courtier in Marseilles.
Managed their corporate accounts.
Has doctor Bishop been able
to make a positive ID yet?
No, but we should contact the bank,
- and see what they can tell us about him.
- Done.
Last page has Bowman's
clients from the U.S.
He outdid himself this time.
And he's gonna get
impatient to sell it off.
So you have to get the
money lined up fast.
What?
Olivia, you okay?
People, we got something.
Simmons, patch me in
through public address.
Wilson sent over the
black box recording,
the last 60 seconds of the flight.
Play it.
New York center, this
is Vertusair 718 heavy.
We have a report that there...
Tower to Vertusair 718,
other aircraft calling,
say again?
Our purser's reporting a
disturbance in the main cabin.
There seems...
It's trying to get in.
New York, we need an emergency land...
It's already killed at least three...
Dear god, hold that back!
That's it... Tech is
trying to recover more.
Let's back to work, people.
Charlie.
- Hm?
- Come here a second.
See this guy?
Daniel Hicks, he owns
an import export company
Based in Chelsea.
He's the guy that Marshall Bowman
was flying in to meet.
So we need to bring
him in for questioning.
This your gut again?
What's going on, Liv?
Okay, this is going to sound insane.
So let's just put it in the category
of "crazy things happening
in Walter Bishop's lab."
Okay.
John Scott and I shared consciousness.
Our minds were connected
through a procedure
before he died, and...
Some of his memories
are still in my head.
His memories?
And sometimes I get flashes.
I see what he saw in the memory.
And in one of these flashes,
I saw him with Marshall Bowman
and this guy... Hicks.
I think they were all working together.
On what?
I don't know.
A weapons sale of some kind?
Okay.
I'll bring him in.
That's it?
Despite the thousand questions I have
in my head right now,
I'm going to bite my tongue.
Thank you.
Bishop's house of horrors.
Hey, how we doing?
Good, we got the bloodwork back.
You were right, it is Marshall Bowman.
Anything else?
Yeah, Walter seems to think he was dosed
with some kind of designer virus.
So, it was intentional.
Hard to say it was an accident,
this stuff doesn't exist in nature.
And whoever did it, would have to have
a deep understanding of
cutting-edge genetics.
I mean, it completely
rewrote Bowman's DNA.
Even if the plane hadn't of crashed,
he wouldn't have survived
the transformation.
And...
There's something else.
And this falls under the
heading of "what the hell?"
But we found something in his left hand.
Here, I’ll stream it to you.
It's a glass disk, about
the size of a nickel.
I don't believe it.
We found a similar disk
on the D.E.A. agent a few months back.
I thought you told me
that Bowman was a banker.
Now you're telling me
he's some kind of agent?
Uh, I don't know.
But Charlie is bringing in a guy
who might be able to
give us some answers.
Tell us about your business, Mr. Hicks.
My business...
It's import and export.
But you know that already.
You just came from my office.
Why don't you indulge us, Mr. Hicks?
What do you import and export?
Furniture, mostly.
Mostly French. 18th and 19th century.
Look, I’d like to know
what this is all about.
I run a clean business.
How do you know Marshall Bowman?
He's my banker, overseas.
Why, has he gotten into
some kind of trouble?
This is wonderful. Don't you agree?
It's just like a good detective movie.
Mr. Hicks, have you heard
what happened on flight 718?
Yeah, that's the plane
that crashed, right?
Mm-hmm.
This might be hard to recognize, but...
This is Marshall Bowman.
He was on board that plane.
I... I don't understand.
I believe you do, Mr. Hicks.
I believe you know how that happened.
I believe that you and Marshall Bowman
conspired to distribute a deadly virus,
And this is the unintended result.
Look...
I think you have
mistaken for someone else.
Your nose is bleeding.
Can we have a box of tissues, please?
No.
No, tissue won't help.
Find me some sedatives.
Now!
I need help.
Ah!
Walter, what’s happening?
I expect the same thing that happened
To that man in the airplane.
Here.
I may be able to suspend the process.
No! Not yet.
Not until he talks.
Please!
You want help? I want answers.
We... must... Have... been... dosed.
I want to know the name. Who dosed you?
Conrad.
Ah!
Oh, I don't think that's working.
I checked the DHS database,
Nothing came up on a
"Conrad," first or last name,
When cross-referenced
with a Daniel Hicks.
Well, so far, there’s
no mention of a "Conrad"
In John's old files, either.
Hm.
Why don't you let me take a turn?
Thank you.
Anything?
Yes.
As often is the case, has
good news and bad news.
He is transforming,
But I placed him in a
medically-induced coma,
- to slow the process.
- Which is that? The good, or the bad?
- Huh?
- Which is it?
The good news, or the bad news?
That's the bad news.
The good news, is that
I've already synthesized
A preliminary sample of an antidote.
I'm testing it on tissue
samples as we speak.
And... a watermelon.
As a control group.
And will it be ready in time?
That depends on your definition of time.
If you mean before
he turns into a beast,
I wouldn't wager on it, no.
Wonderful.
Cut open his hand.
What?
I want to see if there's a disk in it.
Like Bowman's.
I like cutting.
Where did you get these?
One of them was in Bowman's palm.
The other one was on Hicks.
We've seen one of these before.
Did the N.S.A ever
determine what it was for?
A data storage device.
Apparently used to
transport information.
I want authorization to
exhume John Scott's body.
John Scott?
I think he may have one
of these on him, too.
I think he was working
with Bowman and Hicks.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Well, then make it possible.
- Excuse me?
- I know it's
against protocol, but right now,
- frankly, I don't give a damn.
- Stop.
And if you don't want
to ask Harris, then...
- I said stop.
- I'll go and ask him, myself.
I can't deliver John Scott's body.
And that other disk?
It didn't go to the N.S.A.
Where did it go?
One of the advantages
Of being the defence
department's biggest contractor
Is the massive dynamic has
money to develop technologies
Generations beyond that
of the US government.
So when we were unable to
retrieve the information
Off the disks, I requested Nina's help
But I suspect that you telling me this
Isn't the only reason that we're here.
Agent Dunham.
Miss Sharp.
For what it's worth,
it was not my decision
To keep this from you.
As you suspected,
We discovered a glass disk
identical to the others,
Embedded in agent Scott's hand.
While he may appear to be
alive, I assure you he is not.
We've kept him in a
suspended state of...
We believe that the
information stored in the disks
Self-destructs when
the disk's host dies.
We attempted to utilize
agent Scott's body...
His blood, his DNA... to
try to retrieve the data.
The small amount of information
we were able to gather
Seems to implicate agent Scott
As part of a bio-terror cell.
There were also references to a Conrad.
We believe he's a scientist.
Designing chemical and
biological weapons for sale
On the black market.
CIA has received scattered
intel on him in the past
Nothing concrete.
We don't even know his full name.
So a plane full of people are dead.
And our best lead is... nothing?
A chemist, who’s name
we don't even know?
It gets worse.
Three hours ago, French
Intelligence related to D.C.
That an informant of theirs
claims a major weapons sale
Is about to go down in Chicago.
However, what the
informant was unable to say
Is exactly where, or when, the
sale is going to take place.
What the informant did know
is that the man behind the sale
Is known as Conrad.
Hello?
I'm on my way back. Is Walter there?
Yeah, why?
I just got word that Conrad's
planning on selling this virus.
- What? When?
- I don't know.
But if I'm right, and John
was working with these guys,
Then he has the answer in his memory.
Which means that it's in mine.
Olivia...
You know how dangerous this is...
Tell Walter to prep the tank.
I'm going back in.
- You are ok?
- Yeah
Be careful.
We're online.
All right.
Olivia,
Can you hear me?
Yes.
You must listen to
my voice at all times.
It is your connection, your lifeline.
- Understood?
- Understood.
I am going to try and guide you
Through John Scott’s memory
In an attempt to take you back
To the place where he met
our comatose friend, here.
Now, picture yourself
At the top of a steep flight of stairs.
As you descend, step by step,
You'll become progressively
more, and more relaxed.
Now, here come the last five steps.
Four...
Three...
Two...
One.
Where are you?
I'm in a bedroom.
No, it’s not a bedroom.
This is where we used to meet.
John and I.
Oh, man. This is crazy.
- Absolutely, this will never happen again.
- No.
Ask her what she sees.
What do you see?
Me and John.
Don't worry, he can't see you.
Remember, you’re observing a memory.
I'll be right back.
Hi, Liv.
Olivia, what’s happening?
John's talking to me.
That's not possible, Olivia.
He can't see you.
We'll try to take you elsewhere.
Where John and his accomplices met.
- Don't move.
- Liv, what's wrong?
Stop.
Don't. Don't move.
Olivia, focus on the sound of my voice.
I said stay there.
I miss you.
Don't move.
I'm going to ask you a question,
and you're going to give me the answer.
You were working with
a man named Conrad.
He developed a biological weapon.
I want to know who he is,
and who he's planning on selling it to.
Liv, put the gun...
Stop lying to me, John.
I know that you're part
of a terrorist cell.
We have your partner in custody.
Hicks.
He's dying. And Bowman is already dead.
They were infected with
some kind of a virus.
- Liv...
- No!
What just happened?
I don't know.
We need to get her out, now.
We can't. It's too dangerous.
She's in deep rem.
We need to reconnect
before we pull her out.
Olivia, can you hear me?
Olivia?
Olivia, can you hear...
Olivia?
Walter?
Olivia.
I want answers, John.
There he is.
Who?
Conrad.
He's a monster, Liv.
Capable of creating horrible things.
Weapons, which he does
for no other reason
than because he can.
'Cause he's curious.
Then he sells them
to the highest bidder.
That's him.
And that's me.
Problem was, we were hunting a man
none of us had ever seen before.
If I'd have known I
had him in my sights,
I could've taken him
out right then and there.
It was my most important mission.
And I failed.
I let that monster get away.
I didn't know it was him.
What mission?
Who were you working for?
Bowman and Hicks...
The truth is, they were and they are...
government agents.
NSA, secret task force.
And so was I.
I don't believe you.
It's the truth, Liv.
No, not again.
If you want me to believe you,
then you need to prove it to me.
I can't, Liv.
It was Black Ops, a deniable operation.
If we were to take out Conrad,
there could be no record
of our involvement.
That's why I could never tell you.
Even though I wanted to.
If that's the truth, then help me.
Tell me where the sale is going down.
What sale?
The virus.
We believe that Conrad's
planning on selling it.
I don't know what's going on
inside Conrad's organization anymore.
But Hicks would know.
You need to talk to Hicks.
He was privy to all that information.
- He has it right in his hand.
- John?
John?
Liv, trust Hicks.
He can help you.
John?
John.
John?
- We have to pull her out.
- John!
Prepare 30 CC's of dextroamphetamine.
- Oh, Peter.
- You're okay.
You're going to be fine.
I understand.
Thanks for checking.
My contact at NSA. Couldn't confirm
a single thing that John said.
Of course, John said
they wouldn't be able to.
Well, that’s the perfect alibi.
One that you can't confirm.
Uh, yeah.
How's it coming?
His cell sample's membranes still aren't
absorbing the inhibitor.
We don't know if the
antidote's working yet.
But it might.
We could try it and see.
You want to wake up Hicks?
Even though he could
transform just like Bowman did?
Well, Conrad could be selling
this virus as we speak.
And Hicks is the only
one who can tell us
how this is going to go down.
And you're willing to take John's word
that you can trust Hicks?
It finally happened.
I'm now referring to a dead guy,
- who only exists in your mind.
- Boy!
I need another bag of
midazolam right away.
What if he's still lying to you?
Have you considered that?
If Hicks and John are
working with Conrad,
that maybe John is using
you to tip Conrad off?
Maybe he wants to get you killed.
This is a bad idea, Olivia.
My mother always says
I stick my nose in
places it does not belong.
I know we haven't known
each other that long.
But you are one of the best judges
of character I've ever met.
So, I guess the question is
what's your instinct?
When you were with John,
when you were looking in his eyes,
was he for real?
Prep Hicks.
Ready or not, we’re
administering the antidote.
An experiment...
How exhilarating.
This is Agent Dunham.
I need to talk to Broyles.
Sorry to wake you.
Little worse than adrenaline.
Except, perhaps, lice,
which is a nightmare.
Mr. Hicks, try and breathe normally.
Can you hear me?
This is an antidote.
While I can't guarantee
that it'll actually work,
I do have a recorded I.Q.
Of... 196.
Really?
We know about the work you
were doing with John Scott.
Now we need your help.
For those of you not in the know,
information has come to this agency
about a weapons buy.
The goods?
The same virus
responsible for Flight 718.
I know this label gets slapped
on pretty much all we do,
but preventing this
transaction from taking place
is our highest priority.
The prospective buyer of this weapon
landed in the United
States this morning.
And we were there.
That suspect is now in custody.
And no surprise to anyone,
refuses to cooperate.
But we do have someone else in custody.
An informant with extensive information
on the players we will be dealing with
his name is Daniel Hicks.
And he has agreed to relay
all necessary information
to Agent Dunham
using an encrypted and
untraceable two-way radio,
which we implanted
earlier this afternoon.
Agent Francis will
coordinate surveillance.
The informant disclosed that the meet
is scheduled for 1600 hours,
at the Fairchild Hotel.
Room 1021.
The seller, a man known as
Conrad will not be there.
But his intermediaries will.
We have agents standing by
to move in corresponding rooms.
Per regulations, no raid will be ordered
until Agent Dunham has
visual on the weapon.
When she does, she’ll
give the go signal.
That signal will be...
Christmas.
Now we all look forward to seeing
how she works that into conversation.
Okay, people, let's get it done.
Listen up.
Spotted the seller.
The seller is making a phone call.
Stand by.
You didn't have to
come with me, you know.
Shady deals with shady guys
in shady hotels is my M.O.
And typically,
if someone is going to kill you,
it's a good idea to
have an ally in the room.
I'm not scared.
Being fearless doesn't
mean you're being safe.
- Astrid, how’re we doing?
- Hey.
Hicks is on board and ready to go.
I'm putting you on speaker.
So far so good, Olivia.
Considering 3 cc's of adrenaline.
Are they going to expect bona fides?
Hicks, tell me what I need to know.
Well, they’re going to be suspicious
Why they've never seen you before.
You tell them you used
to work with Anderson.
Anderson, okay. Got it, what else?
You tell them Ernesto
flew in for the meeting,
But he got called back to the basement,
And he couldn't come.
What do you mean,” called
back to the basement?"
Just say it, he’ll understand.
You're not messing
with me, are you, Hicks?
You trusted John Scott, right?
Then trust me.
He's on the move.
Seller's heading inside.
That's him.
Here we go.
Liv...
You be careful.
You're Gavin. Susan.
I used to work with Anderson.
I was expecting someone else.
Well, Ernesto flew in,
But he was called back to the basement,
So he couldn't make it.
Mm.
Who's he?
Who are they?
We'll sweep you and get to business.
Good.
She's clean.
The money please.
Just a formality, I assure you.
It will only take a moment.
Have we met before? You look familiar.
Did you work with Anderson, too?
He's testing you.
You tell him
Peter met Anderson at
new college at Oxford.
They met at Oxford. New college.
Isn't that right?
What does it matter to
you where I met anyone?
Where did you meet? On campus?
I'm sorry, I have no idea
where they actually met.
We met at the White Horse.
On wheatly road, you know it?
I don't recall.
You would. Thai food... it's fantastic.
That's where I met Anderson.
I could tell you what
each of us was wearing,
If you want to hear it.
Where the hell did he come up with that?
I have no idea.
It's all here.
Have a seat.
I have to admit...
I was sceptical that you'd come at all.
Well, of course we came.
I thought it would be
Paris all over again.
Tell him that was because of
The French intelligence
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWOip86q3Mo
report, and he knows it.
That was because of the
French intelligence report.
You know that.
True.
But this is a larger purchase.
Hello?
Okay.
Conrad would like to see you.
When?
Now.
He's on his way.
What's going on?
Do they have the package?
Why isn't she calling the raid?
Because Conrad's coming.
So what?
So she doesn't want to scare him off.
She wants to get him.
She's waiting for Conrad.
We've included this with the purchase.
It's a reverse mutator. An antidote.
It would take you years to
reverse engineer an antivirus.
It's why the purchase price is so high.
The formula in itself is
deceiving in it's complexity
Well, we shouldn't have a need for that.
It's only in case of
accidental exposure.
Which, I assure you, would be fatal.
Now why wouldn't Ernesto
call me back himself?
And tell me someone
else was coming to meet?
Uh-oh.
Oh, god.
Get me a tranquilizer quickly.
It's happening to him.
Hicks is transforming.
Well, how would I know?
I'm not Ernesto's mother.
At least tell me who he was meeting.
Agh.
Eh.
Ah!
Quickly! Quickly!
What the hell is going on?
I asked you...
a simple question.
Who was Ernesto meeting?
I need a name.
Somebody, anybody
else in your operation.
Oh, no.
Oh, god. Hicks is out.
I'll ask you again...
Who was your colleague meeting?
Sir, should we move in?
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, okay.
That's enough. Now, just tell them!
Tell them, I’m not getting greased
over Ernesto's dirty little secret.
What secret is that?
- Shut your mouth!
- Ernesto is sick.
He's... he's dying... sick, okay?
He just doesn't want anybody to know.
Damnit, Liv. Give the signal.
- What the hell is wrong with you, he asked you...
- What the hell is wrong with me?
I got a gun in my face, for starters.
Enough of you. Shut up!
Get that gun out of my face right now.
Gavin!
Who are these people?
According to them, Ernesto’s sick.
It's true.
He found out the day before Christmas.
I spoke to Ernesto this morning.
He's fine.
Kill them both right now.
FBI!
Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!
Hands on the table. Get down.
John Scott says hi.
Turns out, Conrad’s a French citizen.
Conrad Etienne Moreau...
Wanted in connection
with at least half a
dozen biological attacks.
And those are just
the ones we know about.
He's been manufacturing
biological weapons
and distributing them on
the black market for years.
And you caught him.
I would think you could
at least let yourself
crack a smile about that.
Well, I didn't do it alone.
You know...
Despite the successful
outcome of this case,
John Scott's status remains the same.
As far as this department is concerned,
He's a traitor.
Even if he was telling the truth.
There's no way to confirm it.
That's all right.
I know the truth.
And that's enough.
Hello?
Anyone here?
Agent Dunham?
Where is everyone?
They took that gentleman that was here
to the hospital, to recover.
So the antidote worked?
He started improving almost as soon
as I administered it.
Which is more than I can
say for my own concoction.
Any case, I was just about to read
- a bedtime sto...
- Walter...
I was hoping you'd do me a favour.
Even if you did go back in,
I'm dubious you'd even
be able to find him.
What do you mean?
Your brain wave patterns
are returning to normal.
Your mind is finally succeeding
Purging itself of agent Scott.
Even if you perfectly reconnect,
it would be for
seconds, minutes at best.
And then you would never see him again.
Then we need to do this now.
It's beautiful out here, isn’t it?
We caught him today.
Conrad.
Really?
I'm sorry that I doubted you.
I should've trusted you.
No, it wasn't your fault.
I always meant
to tell you.
I guess I ran out of time.
There was one other thing.
I know we can't ever be together,
Not really.
Maybe I won't know
the difference.
I love you, Liv.
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