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May I help you?

Go, go, go! Police!

- He's here!
- Freeze!

Let me see your hands.

Stay down!

We interrupt
your regular programming

to bring you
a breaking news update.

We can confirm there
has been a massive explosion

at the Chicago
Mercantile Market.

Preliminary numbers indicate

at least 13 dead
and hundreds more injured.

Where's your mother,
kid? Where's your mother?

What are you saying, Spencer?

Their physiology...

makes them more comfortable in
certain gravitational pockets.

It's really creepy, Drew.

But we've narrowed it down
to five places on Earth,

and one of them is
the mountains in Cambodia.

And the other four?

Well, actually,
fuck the other four.

'Cause we've tracked
200,000 tons of concrete

over the past 20 years
to this exact location.

GPR's pinged a structure
hidden in the mountain.

I'm looking at it right now.
It's him.

The NSC's going to need
more than your bet

on low gravity and cement.

We have a history
in that part of the world.

Thomas Newton's in
a mountain in Cambodia.

My guys are in the air, waiting
for the nod to get him.

Can I give them the nod, please?

Are you gonna make me
fucking beg?

This isn't some
DEA bullshit, Spencer.

You get caught and it's
an international incident.

You're not there yet.

God damn it.

You never could hear "no."

No.

I will.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, no, no, that's no problem.

I'll get Lisa right on it.
Thanks, Drew.

We're good to go.

Keep Newton alive.

Green light. Target stays alive.

Copy that.

We're approaching the structure.

Stand by to exit.

Contact ground. Yep.
You got us, over.

Roger. Be advised,

REDCON-1 in five mikes.

They're on the ground,
approaching the first structure.

That's affirmative.

Understand it's about off your,

uh, ten o'clock right now.

Roger.
Proceed with caution.

Affirmative, I have a visual.

You are clear
to engage with weapons.

Solid copy so far. Over.

Describe what you see inside.

The structure
is in poor condition.

It's all empty.
There's nothing here.

What is that? What was that?

- Feedback.
- Feedback from what?

- Something's transmitting.
- Transmitting from where?

Somewhere inside that building.

It could be a sat phone,
maybe a radio signal.

Some sort of interference.

Everyone out, clear on two.

Keep 'em moving.

Keep going.

Let's move on.

Copy that. This is
Alpha One, continue approach.

Roger.

Seeing high amounts
of oxygen in here.

Like, crazy high.

Alpha Team, you seeing this?

Affirmative.

What the fuck is that?

That's real weird shit.

What's going on?

Oh.

It's some sort of dust.

Jackson.

Okay, what's wrong with him?
What is wrong with him?

- What is happening here?
- Oh, no.

Jackson. Jackson.
Jackson, what the fuck?

Jesus.

Hang me, oh, hang me

I'll be dead and gone

Hang me, oh, hang me

I'll be dead and gone

Wouldn't mind the hanging...

Molls,
Portia lands around 4:00

and I'll go pick her up

and bring her here
to see you, okay?

You need two snacks.

Uh, I have fruit bunnies.

Did you finish your math?

Eye contact, Molly.
Confirm you're hearing.

I'm supposed to bring photos
today for the family tree.

What? Molls, come on.

You gotta tell me
this stuff before.

You're burning it!

Oh, shit, shit! Oh, my God.

Grandpa, can you help me?

Uh, I'm doing this...

Just math forever now, Dad?

No math. Memories.

Wait... You forgetting things?

No. I remember details

that I couldn't remember before.

When your mother
and I were married,

she carried yellow hibiscus.

She clipped the pistil,
and there...

was red dust.

I remember every detail.

But feelings...

are disappearing.

That's what I'm writing.

I remember I was joyful.

"I was joyful."

Why is the pupa crying?

Um...

She forgot she needs
pictures for a family tree.

And all of ours are
packed away somewhere.

You can draw your family.

Can you help?

- You get started, and I'll...
- I meant you.

We need a memory of us.

Tinkertown.

Close your eyes and take
a picture of it with your mind.

Then draw it.

Do you like this book?

He's you.

I can see that.

That's incredible.

You can put yourself
in there, too.

If he showers here
and eats here,

why doesn't he live here?

I live in the lab.

I like the shower here.

Take me to the lab.

You need to rest, Dad.

Take me to the lab.
I can help.

I have no purpose here.

I regret Mr. Thorn
could not be with us today.

But in keeping
with his tradition

of service and compassion,

I'm pleased to endow
the Pressman Thorn

Hematology and Oncology Wing
on his behalf.

As most of you know, cancer
research is incredibly important

to the Thorn Organization.

You drink in the mornings now?

Yeah.

Find coffee and sober up.
We're here now.

Pressman Thorn
is a death merchant

who controls 42%
of the world's fossil fuels.

- He has hit squads.
- We'll probably need them.

- This is the worst idea, Edes.
- You've made that clear.

But the only way to get the CIA

out of my goddamn building
is to partner with him.

So, be a drunk tomorrow.

Be sardonic and weary

and paralyzed
with guilt tomorrow.

We are not dying today.

I look forward to
seeing you again soon.

Hopefully not as a patient.

Right.

I don't do handshakes.

We've met before, Mr. Khan.

Briefly. I remember.

Where's Pressman?

Mr. Thorn is traveling.

And we, uh,
received your proposal,

which, uh, strains credulity.

Yet here you are.

We acknowledge our significant
investment in OriGen.

- 4%.
- 4.5.

We hear proposals like yours
every two months.

A new energy source...

It's quantum fusion.

Right.

A new energy source that's gonna
put us all out of business.

Everyone's a magician.

See, in this scenario,
the magician is you.

We need you.

Thomas Newton's patents
are classified.

The CIA controls them.

And your new energy source

comes from one of
Newton's patents.

And now the CIA
won't let you sell it.

That was very shortsighted
of you.

Our understanding was that

your father coached you
better than this, Ms. Flood.

All right.
Our father made the mess

and then left her in charge,
so fuck off.

Look, your boss
spent over $200 million

on campaign contributions
last year.

He's got the DOE in his pocket.

He chairs the Fossil Fuels Group

which controls
the CIA's purse strings.

Which means Thorn
is the Big Tuna.

Um, Bill Parcells,

who is, uh, a football coach.
An American football coach.

I know who the Big Tuna is.

But it's all coming to an end.

Fossil fuels are dying

and every position you have
will be worthless.

There's nowhere to run.

All you can do is get lucky.

Luck is being ready, Mr. Khan.

If Pressman Thorn didn't
think quantum fusion was real,

then we wouldn't be
talking about it

in his new cancer hospital.

So, option one,

we take our chances,
fuck the CIA,

and dump this on the world
in the middle of the night.

We'd likely wind up
black-bagged somewhere,

but you'd have bigger problems
when oil and gas collapses,

the Saudis and the Russians
compete for pipeline access

and World War III begins.

Or, option two,

we partner, you get
way more than 4.5%,

you control global rollout
to all your power networks,

you convert all
your plants to fusion,

you get your friends at the DOE
to rubber stamp the permits,

and you charge the construction
to the customers from day one.

What's the buy-in?

Fifty-fifty. And you start
integrating within two years.

Never get it past
the Fossil Fuel Consortium.

Well, that's where
you work your magic.

Because if the CIA
gets in before you,

nobody ever takes
Thorn's calls again

and they build a housing project
on the Bakken oil fields

and put poor people in it.

I think he'd say

that you two are
getting ahead of your skis.

Mr. Thorn doesn't ski because

he's a T. rex
with tiny little arms.

He's a dinosaur
and this is the meteor.

He needs to ask himself
if he wants to be

the T. rex with 50%.

- Did we fuck this?
- I don't know.

It was kind of fun, though.

How big was the blast radius?

Practically the whole place.

The high oxygen coupled
with the hydrogen chloride...

- And nothing on Newton?
- Warehouse was empty.

- We can't confirm...
- You can't confirm?

Oh, hey. Hey, I'm sorry.

What is your name?

- It's Tim.
- Hey, Tim.

Can you confirm that there are

200,000 tons
of concrete on site?

Can you confirm that?

All of the construction there
was stone and concrete.

So, it's all underground.

He used the concrete
to dam the Pursat River.

- What?
- Here, here and here.

All built in the last ten years,

none of them
government sanctioned.

The strike site was a decoy.

The concrete is connected
to these transformers.

Hydropower.

Hydropower. What does
he need with all that...

hydropower?

Can you trace the power lines?

They're underground.

It'll take a bit to trace them.

He couldn't build
all this by himself.

- Sir?
- What?

You asked me to tell you
when they were in the meeting.

They're in the boardroom.

Adermatoglyphia.
That's what they call it here.

Genetic transversion
expressed in the skin,

eliminating fingerprints.

Do you understand
what's happening to you?

I can hear my brain synapses

forming exponentially.

- Dendrites. Neurons.
- Yes.

Everything I once
knew theoretically

about my mind, I can see.

Your Anthean DNA

is replicating faster
than my human cells.

I'm becoming optimized.

Your speech pattern
is flattening.

You're losing your accent.

You've lost
some other things, too.

You're becoming Anthean.

A new Anthean.

I don't know where or how

your evolution will stop.

The adjacent laser research
is almost finished.

We have four of the eight beams

up and running
in the optical system,

and we're trying to reduce
the whole physical interface

to one button and a couple
of on-screen commands.

Uh, we still need to get
efficiency up past 60%,

but as of now, we're on track

for DOE testing
by the end of the month.

Ms. Flood, what is your feeling
on this DOE timeline?

My feeling is that,
given where you are,

a meeting with the DOE
would be premature.

Premature?

- He insisted.
- Uh, hello.

We're keeping it all
as quiet as possible

until we're legally
unimpeachable.

Mum, Hatch, what is this?

- It's the launch meeting, Clive.
- Why...

- Jesus Christ.
- No. Uh, no.

This, this meeting wasn't
scheduled for today.

It was.
Time to get on with it, Clive.

Well, just for the record,

I had a whole
fucking presentation.

Clive.

So, uh...

We blast the YouTube video
as sponsored content.

So that by the time we have

a million units
in the market, in...

Six to eight months.

Right.
Okay, well, can we...

Can we start by green-lighting
the marketing budget today?

Hello?

What's going on here?

Ms. Flood's the boss.

Oh, there are
many hurdles to clear

before we can set the DOE test.

Well, that's his job.

I mean, you're, you're supposed
to have done it already.

You're the Bayfield Science
Applications Corporation,

- yeah?
- That's me, yeah.

Well, you were supposed to
fast-track us.

The machine's built.

Let me ask you a question.

What's the, um,
pH balance for tap water?

It's...

Just gotta...

She's the boss. Excuse me.

- Is she?
- Yes, she is.

We need to look, Justin,

at how this lines up
with everything else we have.

What? What else do we have?

Mum, what else do we...

Meeting adjourned.
Wyant, a moment.

Can I have the room with
Hatch for a sec, please?

Okay. What is going on?

Why do they wanna slow us down?

- Did you know?
- Know what?

Clay. He's not a consultant.

He's not a scientist.

The government's been
watching us this whole time?

Who is he? DOE? CIA?

And the question is, how much
does he know about Faraday?

Hatch, they ripped
Newton's life apart.

If they know what Faraday is,
why haven't they done anything?

I mean, why isn't he
on a slab somewhere?

Why aren't we all
on a slab somewhere,

including my daughter?

They need us to finish.

They need us to finish,

but are we ever gonna
get the machine out?

Listen to me.

You were right to trust me.

But you have to
let me handle this.

Drew, listen...

I told you "no."
Are you deaf?

You had no clearance.

You sent six PMCs
to fucking Cambodia.

You know this could be
construed as an act of war.

Oh, come on.
It was all booby trapped, okay?

I was right. I was right!

Spencer, I'm trying to
protect you like I always do.

I had him.
Drew, I found him.

Spencer, listen to me right now.

I know you.

I know, and I have known you
since you became an orphan.

And I know this is not

the person that
you are looking for.

That person is gone forever.

Forever.

Get over it before
it gets you killed.

It's already about to
ruin both of our lives.

The Principals Committee
wants to meet you.

They will ask you questions,
you will let me answer,

and maybe they won't
hang it on you.

Get your ass to Washington now.

You said Newton had
everything covered.

So, how does this
fit into the plan?

I mean, what does he
expect us to do next?

If Clay's part of
some government agency,

that means nobody knows
what happens next.

Newton must
have anticipated this.

Every decision has motive.

Then what do we do? Huh?
Tell me.

What's Newton's plan
for all of this?

Faraday, inside this machine

is the energy of a small star.

The government is already here.

They're not gonna let us have
any kind of control of it.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

This could all be for nothing

unless Newton tells us
what's next.

- Is it all for nothing?
- It couldn't be.

"It couldn't be"?

Dad, we have to get Molly.

Dad, come with me.
Come with me.

I belong here.

Go.

Where is he?
Where's Clay?

En route to D.C.

What?

He didn't say anything.

Would you?

He knows what's coming.

What's happening? Tim?

I don't know.

Tim?

Get the fucking
monitors back up!

I told you explicitly
never to contact me!

- I...
- You give a drone a cookie,

they want the whole
fucking candy stand!

They found me because of you!

I was a specter, a myth.

You arrive,

suddenly a pack of
Spaniards are at my door,

weapons blazing!

You look...

I can look however I want,
it's my assassination!

When will my machine
be complete?

Their government is watching.

Well, of course they are.

Wouldn't you?
You're from outer space.

Why didn't you tell me?

Would it have made you
go any faster?

If you knew they were watching,
why did you risk contact?

- The device is ready, but...
- It took you this long?

We would have been well within
our timeframe if...

What do you know about
our timeframe?

I know that if it was
so fucking narrow,

you might have given
precise instructions!

They don't care
if they go extinct.

Speed was the advantage

and you've been the one
slowing it all down.

Why didn't you tell me
the design components

were shaped like Anthea?

Why didn't you
tell me that OriGen

was controlled by the CIA?

Why didn't you say,
"Don't be a drone"?

My, oh, my.

How could I tell you not to be
a drone, Mr. Smarty Pantalones.

When we spoke, you'd been
on Earth for five minutes.

It would have been like saying,
"Be a profiterole."

You had generations of
programming embedded in your DNA

telling you to behave
in a certain way.

I couldn't explain it.
You had to experience it.

Like Dorothy in
The Wizard of Oz.

I'm Glinda.

Nice to meet you.

What was that?

Wit? Wow.

Wit is a little bit mean.

Good. I had to frustrate you.

Frustration creates friction.

Friction ignites.

- Where's audio?
- It's gone, too.

Something is blocking us.

Every step you've taken

creates the next step
you have to take.

You can only be here
as an official pain in my ass

because you've reached
a level of understanding.

You used to imitate. And now,

thanks to me, you can generate.

You can read them and pivot

to exactly what they need
in the moment.

When I was an ice dancer

and representing Anthea
at the Olympics,

I was falling behind on points,

so I just threw in
a triple salchow

into the last third
of my routine,

and, boom, I won the bronze.

That isn't true, by the way.

What did I tell you?
To accomplish this mission...

I have to see the world
through their eyes.

- And what do you see?
- Road rage and porn.

Yeah. Besides that.

Deception.

Lies.

They're talking again.

The whole network on Earth

is a shared belief in things
that aren't true.

So, learn to lie.

Big lies and little lies.

Lies will be your best friend.

And while you're there,
try sulking

and working a mood.
Just saying.

Which lies should I choose?
They are infinite.

No. They're
astonishingly specific.

The best lie
is the lie they need.

You've always been
able to read them,

but you had to get here
in your development

to know what to do with it.
You learned the language,

but now you're actually
visiting the country, you dodo.

So, find out what they need
and give it to them.

Reaffirm their idea
of themselves.

They'd rather believe
the pretty thing.

Be the pretty thing, Dorothy.

And here's where I messed up.

I stayed hidden. Mistake.

You wanna outsmart the CIA?

It's easy.

You have to get out there
and make yourself a legend.

A legend like who?

I don't know. Uh, Gandhi.

Freddie Mercury.
I like him.

Maria Callas. Oprah Winfrey.

I hear her on the satellite.
We wear the same glasses.

When you're a legend,
you're unkillable.

I have to go. We have
much work still to be done.

- Wait.
- End the transmission.

They're almost there.

An adept could have figured
this out much faster.

Why did you send for a drone?

Why did you send for me?

I knew you'd flourish.

You believed in me?

Yeah. But fuck off.

This isn't poignant.

For the record, I've also

started believing
in the Easter Bunny.

Rabbits bring chocolate

to resurrected children
or something.

It's beyond comprehension
and I'm a fucking genius.

You should never
have been a drone.

They put you
in the wrong category.

What? How?

If you think about it,
you'll figure it out.

And you'll thank me.

If it weren't for me,

you would have
given them your obedience

until you were dust.

You would never have discovered

who you were born to be.

My...

special...

boy.

Security.
Thought I heard yelling.

Everything all right?

Yes.

Everything's fine.

I'm so glad you came.

You know how much I hate to fly.

I miss you so much
in your house.

I'm like the widow who lives
with all of your stuff

and every now and again

I'll put on one of
your old shirts and cry.

Wait, are you crying?

J?

This is so fucking hard
on Molly.

The move?

The move, yeah.

And Dad. Dad's really different.

What, like, his mind?
Dementia?

He's presenting kind of
like that, you know?

He's distant.

Further than distant.

I'm always working.

And she has no one,
and it's killing her.

And the work's
getting tangled up

in all this government bullshit
I don't even understand.

I mean, there's other stuff,

but for real I can't tell you
'cause it's insane.

You have to tell me.

I don't know if we can
move forward, Porsh.

And if I don't know
how to go forward,

what the hell am I torturing
my daughter for?

You are not torturing
Molly, okay?

You're saving her.

And everyone else.

You're a scientist
in your fucking soul

and you have the chance
to change the future.

That's what you said, right?

Okay, so, maybe things
are a bit rough on Molly,

but do you remember
when she drank

an entire bottle of
ranch dressing with a straw?

She was fine.

She's a warrior.

This is about you.

You have to do
what you have to do.

For everyone. Oh, my God.
Who is calling you?

You're him. You're him.

Okay, so, step back
and let her breathe.

Am I clear?

Hey. Is my baby inside?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Nice house.

I assume that
you have to go to work?

Okay, so, I'll see you
when you get back.

Hatch is lying to us.

Well, yeah,
he's trying to protect us.

It doesn't matter. He's lying
and feeling guilty about lying.

It may make him more inclined

to put us in touch
with that journalist,

his friend from
the Washington Post.

He'll say it's too soon,
but it needs to be now.

Wait. What...
I don't understand.

If this going to be
a battle with the CIA,

it shouldn't be in their arena.

They like the dark. Secrets.

We need to bring them to light.

I need to become somebody new.

Someone everybody wants to be.

Or wants something from.

If I can create that,

if I am that,

they can't hold me.

They can't kill me.

And they can't silence us.

No one can.

And who is that, exactly?

I don't know.

I'm... improvising.

- Madam, this way.
- Thank you.

I've always had to
live for the day...

- Hello.
- Hello.

Have a seat.

Uh, Hatch didn't give me much.

I'd, um...
I'd like some background.

- Of course.
- Education?

MIT. Never graduated.

How come?

Expelled.

Are you really gonna do the, uh,
punk-rock science guy thing?

I was someone you wouldn't have
given much notice.

Look. Uh, people do this
all the time.

They tease with some science,

then they create a persona
they think is charming.

And then they hope that
that persona

makes them relevant or fundable.

They think wearing a black
turtleneck is an identity.

I'm not your fucking Instagram.

This conversation is making me

think about truth, Ms. Morgan.

Even truth seems
to have iterations.

I'm not used to that.

But it's your stock-in-trade.

You have

a powerful linguistic instinct.

It may be, forgive me,

the thing you like best
about yourself.

I realize that's presumptuous,

but you have no idea

how much I respect that.

For this moment,

I want you to put
aside anything that

you think you need to show us.

We already know
how capable you are.

That's why we're here.

All right.

I'm listening.

We have a clean fuel source.

- Is that verifiable?
- Yes. All of it.

Why am I here?

Okay.

Somehow you found
the money to build it.

And now, what, the money
wants to steal it back?

Sit on it? Weaponize it?

Put you in a dark hole?

And you think by telling
your story, it'll protect it.

- You're a dinosaur.
- Excuse me?

It's a good thing.

Justin has a child

who quite brilliantly announced
that everyone on Earth

is either an alien
or a dinosaur.

If you're a dinosaur,

you've been on the planet
for a long, long time.

Lived many lives.

You are wise,

very tough,
you know the terrain,

you know how to survive.

An alien,
essentially just arrived,

doesn't have any of that.

But, uh,

does have perspective.

And you are?

An alien.

Hmm.

Thank you.
I'll be in touch.

Um, I'm gonna need
to see everything.

I want all his facts.

You'll get everything,
I promise.

Okay.
I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

How?

I read her.

I told her the truth.

You did, except it wasn't.

And we got what we wanted.

Why did you touch
my knee like that?

Penny Morgan is
a competitive person.

She is driven to excel,

to expose.

Can you read me?

Yes.

But I don't want to.

How expensive was this?

Don't ask.

So, three years ago,

he handled
the president's policy

on immigration
and family separation.

Clay puts kids in cages.

A kid died?

Yeah. On US soil.

Clay was hung out to dry.

I need to bury this guy, Wyant.

What's not a matter of
semi-public record?

His Social Security number.

It was generated in 1987.

Spencer Clay would've
already been 12 years old.

I don't understand.

That number sequence is one

that the Witness Protection
Program reserves for new covers.

Witness Protection?

Who the fuck is this guy?

I think I speak
for everyone here

when I say I never wanted
to see Spencer Clay again.

For the record, Drew,
tell us what happened.

Agent Clay,
directly reporting to me,

uncovered the location
of the extra-terrestrial.

We know all about Newton.
What about Cambodia?

We took an opportunity.

Based on what intel?

Well, uh,
first I wanna assure you,

Agent Finch required
daily reports,

and, uh... And a live feed
from OriGen,

as well as the mission
in Cambodia.

When Agent Finch signed off
on this, she understood...

Mr. Director, may I?

Agent Clay?

Uh, um...

I believe she based
the order on...

I didn't base it on anything.

I didn't sign this.

I've never seen this.
Spencer, what...

Agent Finch has been
very good to me,

as you all know.

And, uh, I know that

I've always been on probation
with the Director.

Always. And I own that. Truly.

But it has cost me
the muscle to push back

when given a direct order.

Even when I know
that order is wrong.

I'm so sorry, Drew.

Gentlemen, we need to sidebar.
Immediately.

Agent Finch was in possession
of a video recording

made by former CIA officer
Gregory Papel,

which shows Thomas Newton,
the alien,

in a CIA interrogation.

And my fear is that
she hasn't made

the recording available to you.

- Drew?
- Spencer?

She became obsessed with it.

I assume that factored
into her decision

to green light the mission.

And where is this
Newton video now?

That never needs to see
the light of day, sir.

I can offer you that security.

Director Wincamp.

I found you pissing yourself,

you little orphan fuck.

Agent Clay, what do you want?

I wanna clean it up.

This energy source is an asset

and Newton is on no one's side.

So, I just want the authority

to clean this up.

Thanks.

Justin. I know you were with
Penny Morgan last night.

Aren't you usually
attached to Clay

like those weird parasitic fish?

He isn't here.

No? Where does he go,
your friend?

I wanna show you something.

We know what Faraday is.

But he's not our priority.

Newton is.

We recorded this a few days ago.

We sent a team in
to extract Newton

and this is what happened.

It's some sort of dust.

Jackson.

We tracked Newton to Cambodia.

But it was a decoy site.

He's fucking with us.

It was a looped signal
coming from that bunker.

A repeating message.

And it's transmitting
into space.

Newton's talking to his...

people.

Why are you telling me this?

Because it's a lit fuse

and it's connected to Faraday
and your machine.

Clay's holding it hostage,
isn't he?

Yes.

And he's never letting it go.

Not ever.

But if you help me find Newton,

I'll do everything
I can to protect it...

and you.

Faraday spoke to Newton
two days ago.

He didn't tell you.

He's coming apart, Justin.

And he's taking orders
from a mass murderer

who's sending messages out
into the solar system.

What's he saying?

Kill them all?
Bring the cavalry?

Let's turn on that machine

and wipe these fuckers
off the planet?

I don't know.

But I have to.

And the only way I will

is you.

It's clear how he feels
about you.

- Stop.
- There's a woman

named Mary Lou Prescott.

Newton loved her.

And she messed his head all up.

I don't know if it's love

or it's just our human bullshit
that eats away at them,

but Newton was sane before her.

That's what they do
when they're crazy.

Look, I don't know what
you think is happening here...

There's no time for bullshit.

He's falling in love with you.

Maybe you're falling
in love with him, too.

I really don't care.

What I'm telling you is

Clay won't let the machine out
unless we have Newton.

All your work,

all your stuff with your family,

it's all going to be
for nothing.

If there's any chance
of this working out,

and if you wanna keep
Faraday safe,

help us find Newton.

I don't know where he is.

Faraday does.

You have to tell me
about Newton.

They know what you are.

Of course they do.

What kind of person is Newton?

He's a genius.

No. No, not that.

What kind of person?

He's not a person.

What are you saying?

Has he ever been violent?

What? No.

I was shown a video of
Newton murdering people.

We don't do violence.

You said he's changed.

We are not a violent species.

That's you.

We act for the collective.

Newton's been here a long time.

Alone.

He wants to go home. So, yes,

he's changed.

But not essentially.

He's still Anthean.

Are you sure?

Hey, you rang?

Henning called.

Yeah?

They're in.

Yeah, they did their magic.
Somehow.

The DOE test
is in 15 days, here.

Clay doesn't know yet.

The Agency doesn't know yet.

Hatch, we're going to
get the machine out.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, I've, uh...

I've learned some things about
Spencer Clay that we can use.

What?

All those years
you protected me.

I'm so sorry, Hatch.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

I'm sorry I thought
you betrayed me.

Today is a good day.

Yeah.

Good girl.

You'll be okay. Okay.

Hey.

How did you get past the gate?

I'm cold. Are you cold?

What do you want?

I'm...

all by myself.

And you came to see me, why?

Because you are, too.

And I know you have
questions about me.

She's not feeling well.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Good girl.

You didn't grow up like me.

I didn't grow up
like most people.

Yeah.

Give me that cigarette?

You had a father, though.

Yes.

You miss him?

Yes.

When did you get this gray hair?

When he died.

My mother
went to the United States

when she was pregnant.

From Russia.

Ivan Lupybatko.

That's the name she gave me.

But you know that.

I do.

Yeah. It was inevitable
you would try to...

Try to know me.

Try to find some leverage on me.

Hmm.

She made wedding dresses.

There's a million movies about

the immigrant seamstress
making it in the big city.

That's what she was.

Except she wasn't.

She was a terrorist.

She packed the building
where she worked with C-4

and killed 13 people
and then disappeared.

Left me behind.

Don't move.

Someone did come into my life.

A woman.

I was so fucking terrified,
I pissed myself.

She became my mom.

It's the first time
that I ever knew

kindness,

compassion,

attention.

What happened to your

other mother?

I never found her.

I tried.

Traced her to Kirov,

but then lost her.

Twice, I came really close.

I hope she's dead now.

I hope she died alone.

And the woman
who was kind to you?

Know where she is?

Sure. She recruited me
into the Agency.

Hmm.

She's probably the only person
I've ever loved.

Hmm. Well, that's something.

I saw her today.

I destroyed her.

She was like a ship
I steered into the rocks.

I have to live with that.

But that's okay.

She knew me really, really well.

And now, you do, too.

If you ever look
into my past again,

it will be so much
worse for you.

And I will burn those horses.

You understand?

Yes.

Yeah.

What the fuck?

The structure
is in poor condition.

It's all empty.

There's nothing here.

What the hell is this?

It's some sort of dust.

Hey!

You heard it.

That tone. What is it?

It's a message. Isn't it?

Hey.

Oh, girl

I'd be in trouble
if you left me now

'Cause I don't know where
to look for love

I just don't know how

Oh, girl

They're listening.

There's a man in a car
outside the apartment.

Newton lied to me.

I heard his message.

I'm not going home.

I'm never going home.

Neither is he.

He wants to bring them here.

He wants to bring
the Antheans here.

So I try to be hip

And think like the crowd

But even the crowd
can't help me now

Oh

Oh, girl

Tell me what am I gonna do

I know I've got a guilty face

Girl, I feel so out of place

Oh, yeah

Don't know where to go
Who to see

Better be on my way

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