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[BUZZER SOUNDS]
- Mr. Jones. - Mr. Kohl.
[CELL DOOR CLOSES]
I have the appeal request all prepared and ready to go.
It goes without saying the German government...
...are not big fans of yours.
You did, after all, steal state secrets.
I think that the best we can hope for is life.
Now, all I need is your signature.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[RUMBLING]
[BREATHING DEEPLY]
[GUARDS YELLING IN GERMAN]
[IN GERMAN]
[ALARM BLARING]
[BELL TOLLING]
OLIVIA: Hey. - Morning.
- Is your father about? - Right here.
Why don't you ask him what he's doing?
OLIVIA: I'd rather not.
Do you remember that prisoner, Jones, I went to see in...?
- In Germany, right? - He escaped.
- Good for him. How? - Nobody knows. It makes no sense.
The German authorities came to see me last night.
How come when it doesn't make sense, they come to us?
What we do know is Jones was working with Mitchel Loeb.
I remember Loeb. That's the guy that stole my invention.
Yeah. I'm gonna go talk to him now.
Can you describe to me what you made? What Loeb was stealing?
Why don't you tell her the truth this time?
He kind of sugarcoated it last time.
You did? Why? Is it something that could have helped Jones escape?
It was a transportation device.
I called it Dizray...
...coined based on the premise disintegration, reintegration.
"Dis," "re," Dizray.
- Are you saying you created...? - A teleportation system. Yeah.
Except for this one's meant to travel through time. How's that?
WALTER: Assuming someone could solve the considerable problems.
Coming through, arriving, would require...
...weeks of decompression in a barometric tank.
And if you survived that...
...based on what would happen next, you'd likely wish you hadn't.
So you're saying that Jones, in theory, could have zapped himself out of prison.
Uh... Yes.
MAN: Equilibrium's been reached. Decompression is complete.
[MACHINE WHINES]
[AIR HISSING]
MAN: Welcome back, sir.
- Cup of tea, please. - Of course.
Firstly, I'd like to thank you for the work you've done...
...for bringing me here.
I understand there have been sacrifices.
I am grateful to them, as I am to you.
- Everything is in order, then? - Yes, sir. The list is complete.
We've got a lab set to your specifications.
- And the sealant? - All parts.
Good.
You know, it's not a library here, and I don't make loans.
Seventy-five cents, my friend.
Of course, it's old news now, given the Internet.
You must be a traditionalist like myself.
Hey, hey, hey, I like these. You don't see the 2-dollar very often.
Thanks. I'll keep it.
Okay, so, Tommie, you were right.
- Yeah, you see that Grace Kelly? - She was good.
But Jimmy Stewart was better.
I'm creating cinephiles one reader at a time.
Now, listen, I want you to check out a movie called Charade.
- Ever seen it? - Never heard of it.
Oh. Oh, God.
Oh. Oh.
[COINS HITTING THE GROUND]
Oh. Heh.
- I guess there's something in my eyes. - You okay?
L...
Oh...
- Oh, God. - Tommie, you okay?
My eyes. Oh!
[SCREAMING]
Oh, my God!
Tommie! Tommie!
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
WOMAN 1: Someone!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
WOMAN 2: Call an ambulance!
He can't breathe!
- Someone help! He can't breathe! WOMAN 3: Someone call an ambulance!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
BRO YLES: Anything yet? CHARLIE: We might be on to something.
Nothing local on Jones...
...but found some financial records for Salman Kohl, Jones' attorney.
- The man found dead in Jones' cell. - He kept a slush fund maintained...
...under an assumed name. - Could be a mistress.
Or something less salacious, more interesting.
Let me know if you find something useful.
MAN: Let's go.
[GRUNTS]
OLIVIA: I know about David Robert Jones.
I know that you helped him escape...
...and that you kidnapped me on that same night.
You know where Jones is.
You're not someone I really wanna work with.
Your transfer order to Wallens Ridge State Prison.
You know what that place is like, Mitchel?
You know what they're gonna do to you, what it's gonna be like that first night?
- The second? - Doesn't matter if you find Jones or not.
He's just a part of the army.
What was written will come to pass, and nothing you do can stop that.
Nothing.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Agent Dunham.
BRO YLES: It's me. Get the Bishops and meet me at Boston General.
BRO YLES: Name's Thomas Avery. Runs a newsstand downtown.
His prior conditions were high cholesterol and a weak bladder.
The whole thing happened in less than two minutes.
Ceramides. Act as a signaling molecule in the skin.
They control how the cells grow and differentiate.
Two thoughts come to mind.
The first, that this affliction might have been caused by a mutation...
...changing these lipids to recognize and seal any and all orifices.
Did they check his anus and penis?
You think we could get the answer without me in the room?
What was the other thought?
- Sorry? - You said two thoughts came to mind.
Oh, yes. The other was...
...coffee cake. Tiny pebbles of cinnamon sugar.
Once again, my father.
- You know what this is. - You think Jones?
Peter, help me with this.
You talked to Loeb. Did he give you anything?
Maybe. But nothing that relates to this, exactly.
I'm not convinced this is Jones' work. What interest would he have...
...in a newsstand operator? - That's what we're gonna find out.
Peter. You got a sec?
OLIVIA: When I saw Loeb, he said something:
Jones was doing what had been written.
- Meaning what? Written where? - Well, I didn't know.
We've never known what Jones' group, ZFT, stood for.
Maybe it's not the name of their organization.
- What if it's the name of their bible? - Interesting.
I called a contact at the German authorities...
...asked him to search any known document with those initials.
- Did he find anything? - Yes, he did.
[PETER SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
- ZFT. - ZFT. Scroll down.
"Destruction by Advancement of Technology."
It's a self-published, anonymous manuscript.
On their records because it was recovered as evidence in a raid...
...in an unrelated case. - They sending it to us?
They would be if it hadn't been destroyed 10 years ago.
So I was hoping that you might have one of your...
...weird connections.
Weird connections.
- They're always a little weird. - Well, you're always a little weird.
What do you think?
Come on.
I think I got a weird connection.
[BELL TOLLS]
ASTRID: Is he contagious?
If he were contagious, we'd have several more orificeless bodies by now.
Scalpel, please, and an empty IV bag.
Empty IV bag? What exactly are we doing here?
The obvious:
Searching for evidence.
Any scientific clue to reveal what caused...
...this hear-no-evil, speak-no-evil, see-no-evil malady.
The gas trapped within his body may yield important information.
[AIR HISSING]
Worth the study.
[GAGS]
Oh, dear God. That is putrid.
On a separate topic, do you like coffee cake?
[COUGHS]
Take a look at this.
I know someone at the SEC.
I had her send a list of every business Jones' lawyer...
...has incorporated for his clients.
Figure maybe one or more of them were used to funnel cash to the ZFT.
This is all protected by lawyer-client privilege.
- How did you get her to break that? - We dated in college.
And she dumped me. Bad.
So I told her she owed me one. Heh-heh-heh.
I narrowed down the list to U.S. Addresses only.
Good work.
It's no First Folio. Some tanning. Pretty badly shelf-cocked.
- I can give you 40 for it. - Okay.
You don't wanna make that deal.
First-edition Land of Laughs?
No matter what condition it's in, it's worth at least twice that.
Mm.
- Thanks. - Have a great day.
Is that really necessary?
You know me, Markham. Friend of the people.
MARKHAM: What about me? Aren't I people?
- People who shower. - Oh.
- Who's this friend? - Olivia Dunham.
Five dollars I can name at least one item on your nightstand.
Don't tell me. You're gonna like this. I'm never wrong. It's a gift.
Okay, Toni Morrison novel, something by Obama...
...and/or the current issue of Bon Appetit.
I'm reading Advanced Forensic Science by Annemann.
I keep it next to my gun.
Oh. I like this one.
This one's just a friend, and we need a favor.
Anonymous, self-published manuscript.
Uh..."Destruction by Advancement of Technology."
- Sounds sexy and very challenging. - Peter says you're good.
Well, he also says that you're just a friend, so...
- The book, Markham. We need it. - Today, right?
Right. Impress me.
Nothing interests me less than impressing you.
[PETER CHUCKLES]
CHARLIE: I think I may have something.
Warehouse building in Austin leased to Jones' attorney.
Power was cut off for months. Two weeks ago, it was turned back on.
- The day Jones escaped from prison. - Could be a safe house.
[DIALING]
This is Broyles. I need a search warrant authorized.
- Sir? - Yeah, a warehouse in Austin...
- Sir, this can't wait. - What is it?
There's a man downstairs, says his name is David Robert Jones.
CHARLIE: Everybody down.
AGENT: Down, down, down! CHARLIE: Don't move!
- Jones. CHARLIE: Freeze!
I will speak only with Agent Olivia Dunham.
HARRIS: And he just turned himself in. BRO YLES: Two hours ago.
Said he'd only speak to Agent Dunham. Hasn't said a word since.
HARRIS: Anything else? Anything on how he escaped from prison?
BRO YLES: No information. Just another question.
- A key. HARRIS: What key?
BRO YLES: Found on him when he turned himself in.
No markings on it. Forensics is doing their thing.
- He wanted us to find it. - He wants to talk to me. Let me in there.
Jones doesn't dictate the terms.
He wouldn't be a captive if it wasn't under his terms.
Jones is here because he wants to be.
The United States doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
That's exactly the kind of arrogance he's expecting.
- What? - The man was clever enough...
...to Star Trek himself out of a maximum-security German prison...
...elude Interpol, arrive in Boston, and get himself apprehended...
...simply because he liked the idea. He's expecting us to reject his request.
And your choice? Give Jones what he wants...
...to demonstrate we can be anti-dogmatic?
I don't think that's what you're saying, is it?
Since he arrived in town, a man was killed in a gruesome way.
- We don't know that was Jones. - It was. He has more planned.
HARRIS: And you know that how? - I don't know how to justify a hunch.
- I don't see... - This isn't a gentlemen's club.
Mr. Jones doesn't get to choose the pretty one.
Wanna get him to talk? Join the raid...
...on that warehouse in Austin. See what you find.
- How is that...? - Relevant?
Well, because right now, he's just an escaped prisoner.
But if he's playing games, as you say, I doubt he's here to help us.
Show me some evidence that connects him...
...to that incident downtown.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
OLIVIA [OVER PHONE]: Agent Dunham. - I got it. The ZFT book.
Stop it. Already?
Markham found some guy who collects scientific ephemera, he had a copy.
The thing was never published. It was never even proofed, but check this out.
"The advances of science, which is supposed to expand our knowledge...
...will, if not carefully controlled, destroy the world as we know it."
- So it's light reading. - Wait, it gets better.
"Our technological ambitions...
...have not only driven us to the brink of catastrophe...
...the catastrophe has already begun.
What will the apocalypse look like?
The answer, to use a term generally understood...
...the specifics of which you can't imagine...
...which this document will attempt to describe...
...is warfare."
- And that's just the foreword. - Well, keep reading.
Will do. Where you headed?
We're going to raid a building that we think may be a safe house.
- Alpha team clear. - Bravo clear.
AGENT 1: Delta clear. AGENT 2: Echo clear.
AGENT 3: We're clear.
[AGENTS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
CHARLIE: What is it?
It's me. He was here.
I want everything bagged and tagged. Move fast.
I'd like to ask you some questions.
No, I believe I made myself clear. There is another I wish to speak to.
I'm afraid Agent Dunham is preoccupied. So lucky you, you get me.
[COUGHING]
You don't look well.
Which is why I was hoping to speak with Agent Dunham as soon as possible.
I prefer to avoid any additional, unnecessary deaths.
Now, when Agent Dunham comes to see me...
...I will require the following items.
A standard walkie-talkie with removable crystals...
...metallic ballpoint pen, and an eyeglass-repair kit.
An analog wristwatch.
Your watch would do.
- You sure you don't need anything else? - Quite sure. Yes.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR BANGS]
OLIVIA: Anything? - Nothing criminal.
All right. Let's lock it up and get back.
[KEMP SCREAMS]
[KEMP GRUNTING, SCREAMING]
What the hell?
I need a med kit now!
Quick, help me hold him.
He's suffocating. I need to trach him.
[EXHALES]
Oh, come on, come on. Okay, breathe.
[AIR HISSING]
Okay. He's breathing.
No, no, no!
Oh, God.
- Where are we? - We've got audio.
Visual coming up right now.
Move in closer on this. I wanna record every twitch.
[COUGHING]
Finally, a welcome face.
A colleague of mine just died.
He was 27 years old. He was due to get married next month.
Yes, I tried to prevent that.
Your Agent Harris needed some convincing.
OLIVIA: Here I am. - Have you brought the items I requested?
This will only take a moment.
Move in on this, and the hands.
[BEEPING]
The hell's he doing?
That's a thousand-dollar watch.
[HIGH-PITCHED NOISE OVER SPEAKER]
- What's happening in there? - I don't know.
I've managed to get us some privacy.
It's just you and me now, but we haven't much time.
You were responsible for what happened to Thomas Avery.
I'm simply the stage setter.
An example that doesn't need to be followed.
Well, that implies that you're planning something else.
Something far worse, yes.
- What is it? - First, I need your services.
What the hell do you want?
I need you to pass a test.
Get Dunham out. That device is blocking our surveillance system.
He can't hurt her, Sanford.
He's just trying to show you who's in charge.
When I turned myself in, there was a key in my pocket...
...as I'm sure you're aware.
Take the key, which I assume is in Forensics.
Go to Salem, the amusement park on Policy Street.
I've left something there for you.
[GASPS]
- Oh! - You need medical attention.
All the assistance in this world could not cure me, Miss Dunham.
It seems that when one is dematerialized on a molecular level...
...and then reassembled...
...there are certain unadvertised side effects.
But who knows?
Perhaps this task I have for you could lead to something that might help me.
Tell me about the attack you're planning.
- I'd call it insurance. - I don't care what you call it.
As we speak, a white cargo van is transporting an explosive device...
...capable of killing hundreds in the manner of...
...the newspaper salesman and your deceased colleague.
- Is it set to go off? - Sixteen hours from now.
Before anything, you are going to disable...
No, you are. But first there's the matter of the key.
- Enough. I want you out of this room. JONES: Don't worry, Miss Dunham.
If I wanted to harm you, I would have.
Long ago.
Apologies about the watch.
Jones is planting a device somewhere, capable of killing in the same way...
...that guy from the newsstand died. He won't say where or when.
We need every white van rented within the last 48 hours tracked down.
In the meantime, I need two hours alone.
- Why? Where you going? - To get a massage.
I'll tell you when I get back.
OLIVIA: Hey, it's me. Where are we at?
PETER: We know how folks are ending up faceless.
It's a powdered toxin that's absorbed through the skin.
It triggers a hyperactivity in the protein responsible for scar tissue.
- You want any more detail than that? - Not really.
Did you hear that Jones turned himself in?
- I did. You get anything? - Yeah, that he's crazy.
And he's planning on using that toxin again, and soon.
How's Walter coming with the antidote?
He's working on it. He says, and I quote:
"It'll be ready when it's ready, and not a moment before."
Great. Anything in the manuscript that might suggest what Jones' endgame is?
It reads like a happy combo between an anti-science manifesto...
...and a call to arms.
- Call to arms against whom? - Exactly.
I'll call you when I get to the good part.
Yeah. Maybe it'll help us figure out where this next attack is gonna be.
I'll be back as soon as I get the package.
PETER: Okay.
- Was that Olivia? PETER: Yeah.
Where's the manuscript?
- Is she bringing coffee cake? - No, she's not getting food.
Have you seen the manuscript I was reading?
WALTER: It's fascinating, isn't it?
I was just reading it whilst sitting on the crapper.
Please, no more information. Can I have it back?
I must read you one excerpt.
Great. Well, grab the blankie. It's nap time.
WALTER: "We think we understand reality. But our universe is only one of many.
The unknown truth is that the way to travel between them...
...has already been discovered by beings much like us...
...but whose history is slightly ahead of our own.
The negative aspects of such visitations will be irreversible...
...both to our world and to theirs.
It will begin with a series of unnatural occurrences...
...difficult to notice at first, but growing, not unlike a cancer...
...until a simple fact becomes undeniable:
Only one world will survive...
...and it will either be us or them."
OLIVIA: "Miss Dunham, I know how this appears:
That I've sent you quite a distance to pick up a box of children's games.
But what I've hidden here is not a game at all.
You are holding an evaluation system, a series of tests...
...designed to cultivate specific, innate skills...
...present in particular individuals.
Do the first test only. Complete it successfully and come back to see me.
Do this, and no one else will die."
I got the instructions.
So Jones is threatening to kill hundreds of people unless I take a test.
- Unless you pass a test. - What does my passing a test...
...have to do with Jones killing people? - In a word: Insanity.
You can't pose rational questions when you're dealing with Jones.
Indeed. And whatever Mr. Jones' true goal may be...
...we only have eight hours left until his next attack.
"Test one." Of 10, by the way. "Turn switch on.
The recruit sits no more than 24 inches from the device...
...but cannot touch the light board. The recruit focuses on light board.
The object of the test is to shut down the lights...
...so that, ultimately, none are illuminated."
- How? - Using all your magic powers, I guess.
Curious. The instructions refer to the recruit.
The author of the manuscript uses the same term.
"Many warriors of the inevitable confrontation are among us now...
...but before they can be considered soldiers...
...they must be regarded as recruits...
...and the expectation must be that they shall be unwilling."
So I'm supposed to just turn these lights off by looking at them?
It wouldn't be much of a test if we could take out the battery.
Fine.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Dunham. - We just got a hit.
Steady Car Rentals in New Haven leased a white van yesterday morning...
And you're gonna love this.
- To one Olivia Dunham.
- No. - Oh, yeah, he's messing with you, Liv.
Got police scouring the area. So far, no luck.
Thanks, Charlie.
This is just a stupid mind game.
- Where are you going? OLIVIA: To end it.
HARRIS: I will not let him use that device.
If you're gonna meet with Jones, I want full surveillance.
Sir, the last time you got your way, we lost a good agent.
Do you really wanna get in the way again?
We have less than seven hours before something horrific will happen.
Something I'm trying to stop.
And for some reason, Jones is out to get me.
So, sir, would you please let me handle this?
[DOOR CLOSES]
- I got your test kit. - You didn't bring it?
- I didn't need to... - Your reluctance is expected.
- I know what you're doing, Mr. Jones. - I'm trying to get you to pass test one.
I know about the manuscript. The manifesto. ZFT.
I know you believe that there's some war coming...
- You've read it? - You're recruiting warriors.
That's the word you used, isn't it?
You don't believe you're worthy?
I believe everybody, even you, is entitled to their belief system...
...but somehow, you got me into your head.
Somehow?
Yes.
You were among those treated with Cortexiphan.
It's why we had you taken. We needed confirmation...
...something which requires a spinal tap.
The next step, had you not escaped, was to convince you of this.
I have never been treated with Cortexiphan.
- I haven't even heard of it. - You wouldn't have.
I don't believe you, Mr. Jones.
I believe you've created some ridiculous scenario where people's lives rely...
...on me attempting and failing an impossible task.
- The task is hardly impossible. - I will not let people die...
...because of some stupid game.
- This is no game. - You need to cooperate, Mr. Jones.
No, Miss Dunham, it is you who needs to cooperate.
[GRO ANING]
Mr. Jones?
MAN: Pulse slowing to 50 beats per minute.
- Get him up there. Astrid, set up the EKG. - Is this the patient?
PETER: Walter, put the cow away, would you?
- What is this place? - It's a freak show.
Thanks for your help. Thank you.
[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]
- It is happening quicker than I imagined. - What's happening?
You understand this man teleported through space?
His molecules disintegrating and reintegrating.
I mean, the very implications of it...
We need a video camera. We should record this.
This man is our chance to stop a device that could kill a lot of people.
- I need you to stabilize him. - Of course.
- Okay. - Point taken. I'll do a thorough exam.
Meanwhile, get me 50 cc's of saline, please.
PETER: Hey, Astrid, do you mind? - Sure.
No, of course they did. Why am I not surprised?
- Thanks, Charlie. - Anything?
Yeah. That drug Jones claims is in my body, Cortexiphan?
It's a drug patented, but not approved, by the FDA.
- Patented to whom? - To Massive Dynamic.
[CHUCKLES]
- Why am I not surprised? - That's what I just said. Jones?
Walter's replenishing his fluids.
He's gonna have to give him a full exam before we know if he can wake him up.
I'm gonna find out what I can about Cortexiphan...
...but in the meantime, he's actually expecting me to be able to do it.
- To do what? - Test number one. The flashing lights.
Jones won't cooperate unless I pass the test.
You think we can trick him?
What are you asking me to do? You want me to open up the light box?
You could see what you could do.
OLIVIA: Thank you for seeing me at such short notice.
As I said, I am always available to you, Olivia.
What can I do?
I need information on a drug called Cortexiphan.
Doesn't ring a bell. Let me check.
[DEVICE BEEPING]
[SIGHS]
Is everything all right?
My hand. It's been acting up.
I need to have it looked at. Ha.
[BEEPING]
Oh, yes. I recall this. Cortexiphan.
It was part of a clinical trial of a drug that Dr. Bell created in '81.
What is it, if you don't mind?
Dr. Bell theorized that the human mind at birth is infinitely capable...
...and that every force it encounters... Social, physical, intellectual.
- Is the beginning of a process he referred to as limitation...
...a diminishing of that potential.
And Cortexiphan?
It was meant to limit that limitation...
...to prevent the natural shrinking of that brain power.
- To prevent, not undo. - Meaning?
- The drug was administered to children. - Yes.
The drugs were extensively animal-tested.
They were harmless to the children who received them.
Unfortunately, they were also unsuccessful...
...so Dr. Bell abandoned his research on Cortexiphan in 1983.
- And where were the trials? - Dr. Bell conducted the trials himself...
...at Ohio State University, Wooster Campus.
- Nowhere else? - No.
Why, if you don't mind me asking?
Nothing. It's good to know.
OLIVIA: No matter what Jones believes, I was never given the drug.
William Bell conducted his trials in Ohio.
In 1981, I was 3, living in Jacksonville, Florida.
My dad was stationed at the Naval base there.
That's great. In other news...
...Walter thinks he's gonna be able to revive Jones soon...
...and I was able to reprogram the light box.
- We should be able to fake Jones out. - I knew you could do it. See you soon.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
PETER: If there's cardiac arrest, we'll need nitroglycerin. Peter, prepare.
[GASPING]
Mr. Jones, we have two hours before your planned attack hits...
...and I think I've passed test number one.
Dr. Bishop...
...without your extraordinary work...
...I wouldn't have ever had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.
I locked the teleporter away for a reason, one of which you are now experiencing.
Nevertheless, it is an honor.
Jones, I pass the test, you tell us everything we need...
...to stop whatever you're planning. - That was always the deal.
[OLIVIA EXHALES, SNIFFS]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[BREATHING DEEPLY]
Well done, Miss Dunham.
Thank you.
- Your turn. - Indeed.
923 Church Street, 47th floor.
You better hurry.
This is Agent Dunham. I need immediate evac, 923 Church Street.
There's a device on the 47th floor.
[SOFTLY] Nicely done.
Good performance.
CHARLIE: I need these streets cleared now!
Anyone within a four-block radius has to move! Go! Double time!
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
OLIVIA: Hey. Where are we?
Building's about 70 percent clear. We lucked out.
They're undergoing renovations, so not all the floors are occupied.
- So the device? - This one's a real mess.
Bomb squad says they can't move it...
...or defuse it. - Why?
CHARLIE: They've never seen wiring like this.
Oh, my God.
It's rigged here for a reason: To blow out the windows.
OLIVIA: Four blocks ain't gonna cut it. - Not even close.
I'm on it.
Contact the weather service. We need to map the fallout pattern.
And get FEMA up to speed.
[PHONE RINGING]
Agent Farnsworth.
It's me. That son of a bitch knew what we were doing.
- What? - He knew that we were faking him out.
Is he still conscious?
ASTRID: Barely. - Put him on.
ASTRID: It's Olivia.
- Hello, you. - I can't do this.
JONES: I remain confident that you can.
Look, you know what I did before, it wasn't real.
Yes. I know, Miss Dunham.
Before they can be considered soldiers, they must be regarded as recruits...
...and the expectation must be that they shall be unwilling.
Mr. Jones, I am willing. I am willing, but I am not able.
- We gotta go. - There's one way to disable...
...that device, and you know what that is.
Okay. You think that I'm valuable. Valuable enough to kidnap, to train.
You are a rare commodity, true.
Okay, if you don't deactivate this device, I'm gonna die...
...which means that your rare commodity is gone.
But I have one thing, Miss Dunham, that you do not.
I have faith in you.
There is no red wire, no blue. Only black.
Cut any one of them and the device blows.
Try and remove it and the device blows.
And if those lights are still on when the timer hits zero...
...the device blows.
There is only one way out, and it's you.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[EXHALES]
Okay, we need to get these people out of here.
Whoa, whoa, where are you going?
Olivia, we gotta go. What did Jones say?
- Olivia. - I need to do this. There's no other way.
If you stay here, you are going to die.
I'm not doing this with you, Olivia.
You're out of your mind.
[TIMER BEEPS]
[CHUCKLES]
You did it.
What was that? How did you do that?
I don't know.
[SIGHS]
[PHONE RINGS]
Farnsworth.
Yes, sir.
[CHUCKLES]
Thank you. We will.
JONES: Wait. Wait.
- She did it, didn't she? - It seems she did.
My girl.
You okay?
I didn't do anything...
...with those lights.
He planned it. Jones. It was all just a mind game.
How do you plan it? Plan what?
They were programmed to turn off.
Maybe, but he couldn't have known when you were gonna arrive.
- He couldn't have known the timing. - Well, that's what he did.
I'm the last to subscribe to this stuff, but you were in the zone out there.
The way you stared down that box was like nothing I've ever seen.
- It wasn't me. - Fine. Let me play devil's advocate.
Why did Jones choose you at all?
Because of your father. He wanted to meet your father.
The man who designed the device that let him escape from prison.
And you think that's what all this was about?
Okay. Fine. Look, all I know is I didn't die tonight...
...so I'm pretty much willing to accept any explanation you wanna give.
You wanna go get a drink or five? I've seen you with a whiskey bottle.
[CHUCKLES]
Jones was just transferred to Boston General, so...
I have a few questions for him.
- It's my last chance. - Yeah.
[SIGHS]
ASTRID: So in all the excitement of today, I forgot to say something.
I haven't overlooked the fact that you actually created a teleportation machine.
WALTER: Well, I suppose I did.
Which, despite the fact that using it kills you...
...is pretty damn cool.
Kills you?
It does something unthinkable...
...but it doesn't kill you.
WOMAN [OVER P.A.]: All personnel...
...follow emergency guidelines. Repeat, all personnel...
...follow emergency guidelines. MAN: We need the evidence.
- Nearest emergency exit. All personnel, follow emergency guidelines.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Hello? - Agent Dunham? Nina Sharp.
Hand's back to normal.
Good for you.
I was curious about that question you asked...
...whether there were other places where Cortexiphan was tested.
- Yes? - There was, it turns out...
...a second clinical trial...
...though much smaller than the one in Ohio.
- There was? - Yes, in Jacksonville, Florida...
...at a military base.
Agent Dunham?
Thank you very much for calling.
You're most welcome. Have a good night.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[ENGLISH SDH]
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