(mush? PHYS)
(white noise)
(white noise gets louder)
(whooshing sound)
(Shaky breathing)
(crunching)
(creaking)
- (crash) - (gasps)
(rumbling)
(muffled screaming)
(white noise continues)
(vehicle approaches)
("Of")
(Jordan) Will we always be together?
(Frank) I could've saved you. I didn't protect... I had a choice.
(Jordan) Will we always be together?
(Catherine) I love you.
(white noise)
I love you.
- We have no one by that name, sir. - Chyren. C-h-y-r-e-n.
Extension 670.
We have no listing for that name, and that extension has not been issued.
What about outside Quantico?
We have no listing. Can I help you with anything else, sir?
No.
- Doug? - Hey, Mr Black.
- Do you know this man? Chyren? - Never heard of him. Why?
- Do you know what this is? - White noise. Seattle PD sent it to us.
Geibelhouse found it at a crime scene. Thought it might have some bearing.
- Did it? - We ran every test we could. Nothing.
Can you play it for me?
(white noise)
I love you.
- 20 seconds of white noise. Nothing. - I thought white noise was everything.
It's every sound in the audio spectrum at the same level.
But in terms of useful sound, everything is nothing.
Run it again for me, will you?
(white noise)
Do you hear anything?
- (screeching) - What was that?
Its wave pattern looks like...
- technically like a section of pink noise. - Pink noise?
The stage between white and brown noise. More ordered than white, less than brown.
Then this is not an accident. Someone made it.
Sure looks that way, but I don't think it's any big...
Did you send this to me?
- Getting paranoid, are we? - Did you send this to me, Doug?
No, man, I didn't. Why would I?
Hey, how'd you get it, anyway? I thought I sent it back to the Seattle PD.
Mr Black?
(ocean sounds)
("Of")
Three weeks ago last Tuesday. Her name was Carol Wheatley.
Going to visit her mom for the weekend.
She got hit side-on in the wrong lane by a big rig.
Totalled. We were picking bits of her out of the wreck for half a day.
- Did she fall asleep? - We looked at that.
But the driver swore that when he first saw her
she was on her side of the road, outside the car.
Then she ran back to the car, got in, and just reversed in front of him.
- She ran like she was being chased? - She ran. Like people run.
It was an accident, Frank. Sad and bad, but an accident.
I didn't ask them to show you the tape.
(muffled screaming, horn)
- It was snowing. - No.
- And there was ice. - No, no ice. The road was fine.
Frank...
How about telling me why you're here?
Mrs Wheatley, my name is Frank Black. I work with the FBI.
I need to talk to you about your daughter.
- Come on in. - Thank you.
A truck ran into her car.
The police said he must have been doing nearly 80.
The truck driver said she reversed into him.
No. No, he hit her.
He was doing nearly 80. The police wouldn't let me see.
They had to identify her body from her dental records.
Mrs Wheatley,
is it possible she did reverse into his truck?
Are you trying to say that... she killed herself?
- Is that possible? - No!
She was a happy... She was happy.
("Of")
(muffled screaming)
Did somebody drown? They fell through the ice and drowned.
Who was it, Mrs Wheatley?
His name was Neil Quinn.
- It was years ago, back East. - Uh-huh.
The ice was too thin.
She was light enough and he wasn't.
It wasn't her fault.
She thought it was.
Who are you?
- How do you know this? - (knocking)
Excuse me.
- What's up, Geibs? - I called Andy McClaren, Frank.
He knew nothing about your trip.
He said he certainly hadn't authorised it.
I don't need McClaren's authorisation.
He said the FBI has no jurisdiction in this case, and no interest in it. None.
No, they don't.
Frank, you know I have the greatest respect for you.
But you've got to tell me what you're looking at here.
- I don't know. - Jeez, Frank.
You never don't know. What is it?
I think that Carol Wheatley died because of the tape.
There are more tapes.
(mellow music)
(white noise)
(whooshing sound)
(crashing sound)
(screams)
(siren approaching)
Hey, Frank. We found this in the fireplace.
Looks like another one of those cassettes.
Whether we get anything off it or not is another story.
The case was found on top of this envelope.
The address is handwritten. Posted yesterday in Seattle.
Stamp from three years ago. We're tracing it.
- The victim? - Jerry Origo. He was a designer.
Rich, single, gay. Maybe he brought the wrong guy home.
The neighbours heard shouting.
(screaming)
- He burned to death. - Frank.
The poor son of a bitch went out the window. Six floors down.
The ME confirmed he died of injuries from the fall. Where do you get this fire stuff?
The position he fell in. Pugilistic. He thought he was burning.
Look into his past. Go back as far as you can. There'll be people dead by fire.
Excuse me.
- What are you doing here? - I could ask you the same question.
McClaren sent me. He was concerned.
- He heard from Geibelhouse. - It's none of their business.
McClaren's view is if you're using FBI credentials to gain access to crime scenes,
to interview people, then it is his business.
Someone sent me a cassette through Bureau internal mail
of a crime scene in Seattle where Carol Wheatley died.
- Who sent it? - Someone named Victor Chyren.
He doesn't exist. Not in the FBI, anyway.
- Is this to do with the Millennium Group? - I don't know.
- Is there a crime here, Frank? - Two people received the cassettes.
They died from what's on them.
Do you know why?
(white noise)
- (screeching) - I love you.
(rewinds tape)
- (screeching) - I love you.
(rewinds tape)
(white noise)
(white noise gets louder)
- You were right about the fire. - I was?
12 years ago Jerry Origo was a building supervisor on a city housing project.
The smoke alarm batteries were never installed. The emergency exits were locked.
There was a fire. Seven people died.
Origo was responsible for safety inspections.
He was investigated and never charged.
- You think whoever sent him the tape knew? - I don't know.
Is there some kind of subliminal messages on these tapes?
- It's possible. - But the FBI lab found nothing.
The Soviets worked with bio-acoustical technology back in the '70s.
They managed to send commands via white-noise bands
directly into the subconscious.
- The technology exists. - Then why didn't the lab find it?
Labs can make mistakes.
But most people aren't affected by the tapes.
- What do you hear on the tapes, Frank? - You know what I think?
Some people hear what they most fear hearing. They have massive hallucinations.
Enough to drive them to suicide?
Every choice has a consequence.
- St Peter's gate. - St Peter's gate?
- Someone standing in judgement? - Yes.
You still haven't told me why you got sent the cassette.
What does this have to do with you, Frank?
I think you have enough to trace who sent
the tapes. You have a postmark, a signature,
you have paper, you've got DNA on the spittle on the envelope and the stamps.
What are you doing?
I won't be of any use to you. I'm going home.
(I "The Dark End of the Street" by James Carr)
Can I help you?
I said, can I help you?
Yeah, I used to live here. I was just passing by and I...
- You must be Mr Black. - Yeah.
- Don't worry, it's not about the corpse. - What?
No, it's... it's the mail. Still getting letters for you.
Had something a couple of weeks back. Mostly junk, but...
Now, given you've come this far, what about a drink?
No, no, no. No, thanks. You know, it's good to see the place is in such good hands.
Thanks. Don't know how you lived with the yellow, though.
(phone rings)
(I "The Dark End of the Street" by James Carr)
(white noise)
(helicopter and screeching)
(Peter) Weapons-grade anthrax takes about 8,000 spores to introduce an infection.
The variant they created in the lab takes
three. The Millennium Group developed a vaccine.
- People can be inoculated. - There's only enough for Group members.
And their families. And their families, Peter?
(screeching, oar horn)
The letter Origo received was dispatched from Hillsborough.
Their vans collect from 83 mailboxes. But it's an a.m. time stamp,
which makes it likely it was mailed either from the post office itself
or from one of the 21 boxes that has an a.m. pick-up.
- You can cover 21 mailboxes? - I think so.
OK. No joy on prints, DNA.
Cassette: standard issue, several million sold every year.
Paper from Portland, sells everywhere in the Northwest.
Handwriting: psych analysis from Quantico says our guy's a woman.
- But no clue to identity. - Then it's the mailboxes.
Yeah.
Have you ever seen Frank Black walk away from an investigation before?
This was a dead case. He came here, he got it opened up, and then he leaves?
Does that make sense?
- I think he was scared of something. - Something like what?
Just before he left Seattle, his wife died in the viral outbreak.
Yeah.
But even before that, things were falling apart. I mean...
To this day I still don't understand why they left each other.
They separated?
Catherine was his centre.
He's never been the same.
There was somebody who worked with Frank here, in the Millennium Group.
Peter Watts.
Yeah. He was in Seattle during the outbreak.
He survived the virus. His whole family did.
So did Frank, so did Jordan. But not Catherine.
Can you imagine the guilt he must feel?
(Frank) During the Black Plague,
people used to take their families to the mountains or forest,
away from the population.
- (Jordan) Can we go home now? - (Frank) We'll be here for a while.
- (Jordan) OK. - (Catherine) Come on, sweetie.
(Jordan coughs)
- Mommy, I'll be right outside. - OK, sweetie. Our new yellow house.
- Hold it right there! Seattle PD! - What are you doing, man?
Come on! That's my bag!
- What's this about, man? - These yours? Whose are they?
- The company I work for. - What's this company do?
It records stuff. You know, nature, waves and crap. Put babies to sleep.
- Do you recognise the writing? - Yeah. Yeah, that's Alice.
(ocean sounds)
(ocean sounds play loudly)
Alice Severin, is this your handwriting?
Yes.
- (Hollis) Do you know this man? - I don't believe so.
You wrote to him.
- Did I write to him? - You sent him a cassette.
- What was on it? - Nothing. White noise.
- Is that a crime? - Take a good look at those photos.
He died. He threw himself off a six-store y building.
She died. She reversed her little car straight into a truck.
They were both listening to your tapes.
What did you do to them? What was on those tapes?
- You said there was nothing. - There was white noise.
You said white noise was nothing.
- Why send them nothing? - Perhaps I was mistaken.
I thought it was whale music.
Did you know that whales can talk to each other over thousands of miles?
We don't hear very well, do we?
They died horrible deaths.
Hallucinating. Like the tapes triggered a connection to their past.
Our pasts are what we are.
Every choice has its consequence.
- St Peter's gate. - Everybody comes to Peter's gate.
Not everybody goes through.
Who judges them?
We do.
Agent Hollis.
They found this in her room. Looks like a private mailing list.
There's hundreds of addresses.
We'll check 'em, but this one we already know.
It's where Frank used to live.
(Hollis) We've gotta call Frank.
He checked out of the hotel this morning, but he's not home. He never arrived home.
I know where he's gone.
(radio) The early symptoms a victim may not
recognise are a sense of disorientation...
Monitor any increase in body temperature or disorientation. Secondary symptoms...
(Catherine) Can we turn it off?
If you both became sick, I wouldn't...
I wouldn't want to live after that.
I can't get sick.
It was done to me and I didn't ask for it. The Group gave me a vaccine.
They told me that they only had enough for their members.
Catherine?
By the time the plague hit the news, Frank had gone.
We called his house. There was no answer.
I went around but the place was empty. Catherine and Jordan had gone too.
By that time, things were getting pretty wild.
I remember the reports.
Yeah, right. The reports. The way the media took it up,
you would've thought it was the Black Plague, everybody dropping dead like flies.
And the fuss was self-fulfilling. Roads jammed.
People shooting at each other in stores, at junctions.
National Guard protecting the hospitals.
And then it just went away. It vectored out, they said.
At most it took about 80 people.
Bad enough, but not the end of the world like some people thought.
(Hollis) Strange he left town.
It's almost as if Frank had some kind of warning.
Yeah.
Didn't do him a lot of good.
A lot of people had taken to the mountains, trying to escape the panic in the city.
But either the virus was already in them, or it followed them.
Frank had come up here too, to a cabin he had.
It's where we found Jordan.
Or she found us.
She told us where we could find Frank.
When we got to him, he was in a terrible state, refusing to speak.
I found out later he blamed the outbreak, Catherine's death, the whole thing...
He blamed it on the Millennium Group.
(Hollis) I think he blamed it on himself.
If he's out in the woods, he won't survive. It's freezing.
(Hollis) He was sent a tape. Just like the others.
Where is he?
He went to find his wife.
Frank!
Catherine.
Catherine!
(Frank) I could've saved you. I didn't protect... I had a choice.
- (Jordan) Will we always be together? - (Catherine) I love you.
- Catherine. - Shh.
- Am I dead? - Shh. You're hurt.
I wanna be with you. I want... Every day I wanna be with you.
Oh, Frank, don't.
And then I look at Jordan. I look at our daughter's face.
And day after day she looks more and more like you.
I can't let go.
You have to protect her.
I didn't protect you.
There was nothing you could have done.
They wanted me to join the Group, and then you'd be saved.
Peter Watts's family is alive.
His daughters have a mother.
They set the table, and she sits down to eat with them.
You know that Jordan sets an empty place every night?
Every night she sets an empty place, and I can't... I'll never ask her to stop.
Believe in them, and you'll be saved.
You chose me, not them.
Then I lost you.
Jordan lost her mother.
You would be alive.
- To live what kind of life? - What?
They had already taken too much of you.
But we beat them.
All of their predictions and their mysteries and their power.
You chose me.
We chose each other.
I let you die.
You walked away alone to die.
You don't remember very well.
You were with me.
When everything had fallen apart, you stayed with me.
We were together.
I love you.
Don't go.
Don't go, Catherine.
Oh, my God. Frank!
Oh, dear Lord.
No. He's warm.
He's alive. Feel.
Oh, Frank, it's gonna be OK.
Hang in there, OK? Hang in there.
(ocean sounds)
Frank. Frank, I've got something for you.
Victor Chyren - the name on the internal envelope.
It's in Nostradamus.
Yeah. Century VI. Quatrain 70.
You knew?
Extension 670.
Well, listen to this. "Chyren. The Chief of the World."
"The Great Chyren, with the sole title 'Victor'."
At the end of the world. It's a prophecy.
- It's the Millennium Group again. - Is Alice part of it?
No. She has great power. They will either appropriate it or destroy it.
The Group sent you the tape. What were they trying to do? Kill you?
Oh.
You know that list that you found in the studio? The list of names?
Geibelhouse called. He checked it all out.
No more deaths.
Now, I don't know what their intentions were. But I know what happened.
They gave me my wife back.
Visiontext Subtitles: Margaret Burke
(child) I made this!
ENGLISH - SDH