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Okay, favorite album.

ASHLEY:
Nevermind.

What, is it that personal?

[Laughing]: No.
Nevermind, Nirvana.

-Oh.
-You?

Joshua Tree, obviously.

Sgt. Pepper.
And Rhapsody in Blue.

That's two.

Over the course of two lifetimes.

Gershwin played it for me
while he was writing it.

And no doubt you've watched
the sun come up with the Beatles.

Just one of them.

Is there anything better
than eating pastilla with your fingers?

Doing it in Morocco.

Mmm, which, by my calculations,

is still 6,000 miles
from our front lawn, sadly.

I'll get the tea.

So, what inspired this?
This Midnight at the Oasis thing?

It's a ritual I've grown to love.

It reminds me
that the Bedouins had it right.

They have this philosophy
called Al-Misaan.

It means never forfeiting
your principles.

[Cell phone vibrates]

What is it?

Uh, it's a... It's a text message
from the wife of my best friend in college.

Danny's missing.

WILL:
Can I help?

The police are useless.

This friend,
was he prone to trouble?

Who, Danny? No.

Nobody was more straight up,
more gentle.

Make your bets!
Not for the squeamish!

Not for the faint of heart!

If you have a pulse,
you will convulse!

Ladies and Dobermans,
for your blood-lusting pleasure!

[Cheering]

Tonight's first fight...
Give it up for Beta!

[Electricity crackles]

Come on!
The great Beta, everyone!

And... Stretch!

Stretch!

[Roaring]

No more bets!
No more bets!

Right, come on, come on!

Fight!

Yes! Lovely! Lovely!
Give it to him!

Yeah! Come on!

Stretchy, Stretchy!

Yes! Yes!

Lovely!

All right!

[Roaring]

Beautiful!
Finish him! Finish him!

[Electricity crackles]

Get him out of here!
Get him out!

["Sanctuary" theme plays]

Kayla.

Oh, thanks for coming, Will.

What's this all about?

Danny would never be gone this long
without calling me.

He's in trouble, I know it.

He didn't say anything
about taking off?

No, nothing.

You know he's been working
with feeding the homeless, right?

Yeah, yeah, you got this whole
gleaning thing going on

with local restaurants, sure.

Yeah, well, I've been filling in for him,
and the thing is,

some of the people
he provided meals to went missing.

When Danny looked into it,

he found that at least
a dozen homeless men

had disappeared
over the last few months.

I haven't heard word one about it.

Yeah, it barely
made the newspapers.

Invisible victims, that's what Danny
always calls them.

Anyway, when he went to the police,
they basically shined him on,

so he started investigating
on his own.

This is the file of stuff
he had gathered.

He always said if he ever got in
over his head,

you'd be the person to get him out.

And the police haven't
given you anything?

That's just it. I get these looks
as if they know something,

but they won't tell me anything.

Hey, listen. Danny's always
been a survivor.

Whatever's happened to him,

you know he's going
to get himself out of it.

-It's going to be okay.
-All right.

WILL: Henry helped me collate
all the data Danny collected,

witness accounts, times, dates.

One particular vehicle was spotted

near three different locations
where these guys disappeared.

It was a white van.

Well, that narrows it down.

Just wait. A homeless dude
got a license number

when he saw his friend
allegedly being abducted.

We traced it to a stolen vehicle

that was found abandoned
near the estuary.

Is there anything out there?

Nothing inhabited.
Just a former awning factory.

Can you say "road trip"?

Glad you could join us,
Mr. Peralta.

Well, I know you were anxious
for the latest on the trials.

Ms. Whitcomb, gentlemen.

Please.

We've field-tested 54 unique
meta-human fighters to date.

19 were beaten to death in the pit,
9 others were eliminated.

And the most successful?

The, uh, bio-armored
meta-humans.

Five of our six variations
made it through to the semis.

The one we called Beta
was definitely leading the pack.

Wait. "Was?"

Well, we're still working
on the right dosage,

but we're making more
just like him.

How compliant was this Beta?

Exactly what the Cabal
had been hoping for, Ma'am.

Submissive with his handlers,
murder on his opponents.

The perfect field soldier
for the cleansing.

Right. Six months
to reach peak performance.

Train them in platoons.

You'll have your army
sooner than you think.

Well, that presumes
you know what I think,

and that, Mr. Peralta,
is doubtful.

Your spectacles are demeaning
to our higher purpose,

but they are
an effective proving ground.

ASHLEY: What do you think
went on here? Executions?

HELEN: There's a great range
in age for this blood.

Some of it seems months old,
and others seem very fresh.

ASHLEY:
Pattern tell you anything?

Medium velocity impact spatter,
multiple trajectories,

all consistent
with repeated blunt trauma.

Enswell.

As in, "all's well that ends well"?

[Chuckles]

It's a tool cut men use
to stop a fighter's eye from closing.

Epinephrine, 1:1,000.
If used topically, it can stop bleeding.

You think this was
a training facility?

Or a fight ring.

Not exactly Caesar's.

But for bare-knuckle throw-downs,
it would work.

[Clattering]

My God!

Who are you?

I'm Helen.

I'm your daughter.

Don't you recognize me?

[Scoffs]

Come on, I know this long-lost child
scam backward and forward.

You got to work
on your delivery, babe.

Your name is Gregory Magnus,
and you're my father.

My name, if you don't mind,
is Charles L. Denton.

If that's what you'd prefer.
What are you doing here?

Uh.

Yeah, give me a minute, okay?
I, uh....

I'm just sleeping one off.
You know, free drinks?

My buddy got me in here.

To what, an illegal fight?

All right, listen, if you're cops,
I want to see a badge.

That's a very nasty cut.
May I--

I'll take care of it.

I'd like you to come back with us.

I'll clean that wound, and...
And we can talk.

We got nothing to talk about.

This might be a case
of mistaken identity.

I'm not mistaken.
I know my own father.

[Scoffs]

-Piece of work, this one.
-A quality I inherited.

HELEN:
We'll know before long

whether it was Danny's blood
on the floor of that warehouse.

This Charlie's real identity aside,
he may be our best hope

at finding out
what happened to him.

I can't begin to explain it,
but there is no mistaking who he is.

Can I be perfectly blunt?

By all means.

Half the dreams I had growing up
were about my mother.

I missed her so much
that my subconscious

took every opportunity
to bring her back.

Charlie, or whatever he chooses
to call himself, is not a dream,

and he's not a figment
of my imagination.

I know how compelling
seeing this man must be.

I lost him once, Will.

I'm not going to lose him again.

There are things
I need to know about you... Charlie.

And if I wind up being wrong,
you'll be sent home with my apologies.

I... I presume you have a home.

I really do look like your father.
Okay, I get that.

I'll need to take a blood sample.
There are objective measures.

We could avoid a lot of bickering.

Look, if I am your father...

...do I, uh, own a piece of this?

Where were you born?

In the middle of a squall
in the Yukon Territory.

My father was a... bush pilot.

Your occupation?

On a good day,
I'm a scoundrel.

-Special skills?
-I play blues harmonica.

Not well, but frequently.

Your date of birth?

I'll be 61 in March.

Tell you what, you bring a decent Scotch,
I'll invite you to the party.

You were born in Devonshire in 1829.

Your wife was Patricia Heathering,
and you...

You were the leading
scientific light of your day.

You must understand, Gregory,
the board has been patient with you,

but their generosity has limits.

As does their imagination!

Can you not fathom the secrets
we are on the verge of unlocking?

By accepting your hysterical
and outlandish case studies as fact?

I don't understand. Why are they
always so angry at you?

They're not angry, sweetheart,
they're afraid.

What have you done
to make them so afraid of you?

Tell me.

I can't.

Okay.

It's the drinking.

I won't deny it, but I've never
been called anything close to 180.

What do you know about
what went on in those warehouses?

I told you.
It's a little innocent gambling,

a couple of bad boys
whaling on each other.

One of those bad boys,
was he a young Asian man?

You know, it's...
It's all kind of a blur, to be honest.

His life is in jeopardy.
If you know anything, anything at all...

I get these blackouts....

But no, that doesn't include
forgetting who I am.

Why are you hiding
everything you know to be true?

Do I, uh, give my drink orders to you,
or do you have someone for that?

[Jingles ice in glass]

WILL:
Did you get anything on Danny?

Not directly, but I borrowed
Charlie's cell phone.

He took these photos at the fight.

Now, nothing of Danny,
but look at this.

Oh, my God.

-Tell me that's not an abnormal.
-Not just any abnormal.

What do you mean?

Two years before my father disappeared
on an expedition to Mecca,

he created a number of new species.

It was, in effect,
the birth of genetic engineering.

He kept it all in this journal here.

Now... This particular species

proved to be so aggressive
and dangerous

that he had no choice
but to destroy every trace of it.

ASHLEY:
But if he destroyed it....

How did it survive into this century?
I know.

We don't even know how your father
survived into this century.

Or if he even is your father.

It simply begs
any semblance of credulity

that a man identical to Gregory
would be a spectator at a fight

in which the very species
of abnormal he created

would be a combatant.

Okay, yeah,
it is very, very weird.

What does it say
about these matches

that an abnormal is being used?

I worry that your friend, Danny,
may have stumbled onto something

far more sinister
than extreme fighting.

How good's your memory, Charlie?

I remember better days than this.

Gregory Magnus may not know
a single thing about what happened

to Will's friend, Danny,
but Charlie Denton does.

What do you know
about those fights?

And don't tell me
it's all a little blurry.

You know, you got issues.
Anybody ever tell you that?

We know that people gamble
on these fights,

and that abnormals
are pitted against one another.

Do the fighters die sometimes?

We all die sometime.

So you don't have a problem
betting on these blood matches.

Kill an abnormal, save a pit bull.

Perhaps you're not
my father after all.

He would never have been
so callous.

Well, now we're making progress.

The father I knew risked everything
for the simple belief

that all creatures
deserved a fair chance.

If I had a daughter,
I'd want her to be just like you.

A little less borderline schizo,
but otherwise....

See, that's a trait that you
and Gregory share, stubbornness.

You probably drove him
to the edge, too.

If you know anything
about what happened to these men,

then please, tell me, Charlie.

I don't know.
I swear I don't.

But I know someone who would.

The beauty of this one
is that they built it

so the engine sounds harmonized
at freeway speed.

Yeah, they don't
make them like that anymore.

ASHLEY: But they are making
something new.

You're the man with the 411
on the abnormals fight club.

Charlie told us.

I know cars.

Yeah, you also know the players,
and you don't want to tick off our boss.

Trust us on that.

It's been going on a year,
a year and a half.

The money's huge.

It moves through all the big books.

What's the betting
on Danny Bradley?

[Laughs]

Oh, they don't go by names like that.
"Destroyer." "Slice and dice."

"The re-arranger."

Where can we find the next fight?

I could make a couple of calls.
I'll tell you what I hear.

But I warn you, the buy-in is steep.
And it's all super-secret.

Word doesn't get out
till mid-week.

[Electricity crackles]

HELEN: Tests from the floor
of the warehouse.

Everyone who bled in that ring
was an abnormal.

So Danny wasn't there.

Not the Danny you remember,
in all likelihood.

What does that mean?

His blood's been altered.

They've changed him,
or he's changed himself.

Danny's an abnormal now.

What about the blood comparison
between you and Charlie?

That's my DNA on the left
and his on the right.

Father and daughter.

The only way that's not the man
who made me who I am

is if they used his DNA
to create a new Gregory Magnus.

Yeah, it's Charlie.

How are things at the Sanctuary?

Magnus is coming along just fine.

The asset is in place.

I'm happy to hear that.

Recognize this?

What, From Russia with Love?

It's the lab I built
based on your designs.

Wow. I...designed this
over a hundred years ago?

Well, not the modern equipment,
of course, but the core concept, yes.

Do you remember the first time
you took me into your laboratory?

Hey, look, I'm sorry, but...
I'm not getting the antacid flashback

you were hoping for.

You are the most talented
medical researcher I have ever known,

and yet you keep your most important work
hidden from the world.

From me.

If you truly believe
that I have potential, father,

please, help me achieve it.

Once you enter this door, you are
on a path that cannot be reversed.

[Snarls and growls within]

You told me my world
would never be the same.

Hey, no offense, but... your old man
sounds like a whack-job.

I loved him with all my heart,
and you're remembering a little.

I can see it.

These were your surgical tools.

In your hands, they were magic.

Is that right?

[Cell phone rings]

Hello?

-It's the mechanic.
-Did you get the information?

Not on the phone. Meet me
at Hollister and 80th in 20 minutes.

500 cash per invite.
Come alone.

Okay.

This is the microscope
you gave me when I was 10.

You said it would give me access
to an unseen world,

a world you said
was filled with untold wonders.

I need a refill.

It's a part of you. You can't deny it.
It's connecting for you.

You came back here
for a reason, Father.

It can't have been by chance.

Stop it, will you? Back off!
I'm not your....

[Gasps in pain]

[Groans in pain]

Father, what's wrong?

[Gasping in pain]

You put up quite the struggle,
or so my boys tell me.

The mechanic says
you're a big fan of the fights.

Danny... Where's Danny?

I've got someone else
I'd like to introduce to you to first.

Meet your new boss.

[Shouting in protest]

[Screaming]

What about our rookie
from the Sanctuary?

He's been given every courtesy.
For now.

Ironic if he turns
into something useful.

Well, I can't see him
going the distance.

Just make sure
he has the procedure first.

Once the Scarab controls him,
we can juice him into abnormality.

With a little luck,
he might give us an insight or two.

Already been taken care of.
Anything else I could do for you?

Smell better.

Right.

HELEN: There's an insect-like
creature deeply embedded

in the muscles
in the base of his brain.

What the hell is it?

I can't say for certain
without doing more tests,

but all my instincts are telling me

that this is what's
controlling my father,

keeping him from remembering
who he really is.

Are you thinking the Cabal?

These fight clubs could be
their living laboratories,

homeless people,
their guinea pigs.

Mom, Will is missing, and I do not
have a good feeling about this.

-Have you checked the lower levels?
-Up and down.

I think he might have gone
to see the mechanic.

There was an address
jotted down in the office.

We gotta get out there.

Chances are that was just
for the snatch-and-grab.

We find out where this fight was moved,
we'll find Will and Danny.

You know, the one man
that's holding out on us

is the one man
that might know something.

[Gasps]

I thought you'd never wake up.

What have they done to you?

Same as it ever was....
Only now I'm better.

Stronger, faster, smarter....

Kayla's out of her mind, worrying.

She doesn't know
if you're dead or alive.

What's it look like to you?

You're scaring me.

There's a time and a place, Will.

This is my time, my place.

You don't even know what it is
they gave you, do you?

They gave me a front-row seat
to the world.

What was that thing, that insect?

[Laughs]

That's nothing, man.

The real deal is the juice!

Danny, listen to yourself.
You don't even sound like you.

I've never felt so alive.
It's like I'm flying without wings.

Come on!

If you heard a kid in your program
talk like that, you'd kick his ass.

This is freedom, brother.

You've been living in a box.

You'll see what I mean.

You'll be a warrior like me.

They've done it to me.

Your friends at the fight ring
have taken our colleague.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

This is getting old, Charlie.

It's obvious you know more
than you're telling us.

Obvious to you, maybe.

Even if I could lead you to those people,
I'd be paying in body parts.

There's still one or two
I'm kind of fond of.

You know,
I don't know you from Adam,

but my mom says you're her dad,
and that makes you my...

my grandpa.

And that gives me
the right to tell you

that you're one cranky,
ungrateful sack--

-Hey, you be careful, young lady.
-My mother worshiped you!

She makes it sound like you were
the smartest man in the world.

-Not smart enough, apparently.
-Charlie! We're family, okay?

Whether you believe it or not.

And what you're doing to my mom,

and to Will, and to all those people,
is wrong!

Well, we know
where she got the lip.

Enough!

Okay, if you have any decency
left in you,

you will tell us
where that fight's going down.

Look, I can't tell you
what I don't know.

HELEN: Well, then,
you leave me no choice.

If only Gregory will tell us
what Charlie knows,

then we have to find a way
to release him.

I'm quite deft with a scalpel.
I learned at the side of a master.

I heard him say they were
taking you straight to a ten.

-A ten?
-That's the bomb, man.

That's what I want.
I'm still waiting for a four.

We gotta get outta here.

Don't fight it.
It's useless.

Do you know why you're alive, Will?

By the time you leave this place...

...if you leave this place...

...you'll know.

It's a local anesthetic only,

so you should be awake
for the entire procedure.

It's deeply embedded.

[Groans in pain]

[Moaning]

[Wheezes and gasps]

[Gasping]
What...?

-What is it?
-It's the juice.

I didn't think
it could happen this fast.

What...? What do I look like?

Like a God, Will.

Like a God.

[Chuckles, seething]

There's a rhythm
to the creature's movements.

If I can get it
on the proper pulse point,

I should be able to pull the legs out
individually and tie them off.

And if you can't?

The hinged spurs on the pincers
will propel the remnant

all the way to the spinal canal,
where it will paralyze and then kill.

Can you hear me, Charlie?

Yeah. You said
you're going to kill me.

Hopefully not.

[Gasping and wincing]

[Cries out in pain]

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
Ladies and gentlemen!

I give you ugly fighters!

[Crowd roars in approval]

Ugly fighting!

Ugliness for the beautiful!

[Cheering]

Tonight's main card,
a Meat Club first -- a battle royale!

[Cheering]

With Double Doom!

[Crowd cheers]

Double Doom!

And... The Lobster! Lobster!

[Crowd cheering and jeering]

Versus Riot! Riot!

And in his Meat Club debut,
The Boy Man!

[Crowd cheering]

You feel it, Will?
This is what it's all about!

[Crowd cheering]

You know the rules!
There are no rules!

Last man standing walks away!
And start fighting! Right!

Come on, fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Camden!

Come on, you freaks, let's fight!

[Fires gun]

Yeah! That's it!

His vitals are spiking.

[Groans weakly]

-Trouble.
-What?

The front pair, doomsday wired.

Completely enmeshed
in his peripheral nerve.

And if it gets cut?

So does his lifeline.

[Gasping]

HELEN: You were born
in Devonshire in 1829.

110 over 70.
Blood's moving.

-Hang on, Father.
-I'm trying, Helen.

[Groans]

Mom, he's in a lot of pain.
Can't you knock him out or something?

I need him conscious.

GREGORY:
Once you enter this door,

you are on a path
that cannot be reversed...

Well, Gregory, you've designed
the perfect fighting machine.

GREGORY: You don't know
the hell you'll unleash.

-HELEN: Can you hear me?
-Get it out of me!

HELEN:
I need your help.

I'm the patient, for God's sake.

You were also the most able surgeon
the royal college ever produced.

These last pincers
are the neural tap.

How do I separate them
without killing you?

The... Norwich Giant.

The what?
Mom, what did he say?

A pituitary abnormal
on a hair-trigger to self-destruct.

Isolate the creature's
neural kill switch,

cut it before
it can send the signal.

Sounds like a plan.

Except the Norwich Giant
died on the table.

[Crowd shouting, blows thud]

Nice! Lovely!

Yes! Yes!

I've exposed the peripheral nerve
where it's been hijacked.

I have the cut point.

Do it, Mom.

[Roars]

Game's over! Back down!
Let's get on with it!

[Electricity crackles]

Come on! Get him out!
Fight! Fight!

Come on, fight!

All right, all right, you two!
Let's go!

[Chuckling]

Here we go!

Look at me!

Got it.

GREGORY:
D&S... Meat packing...

I'll get an address.

I think we have a winner!

Love it! Come on!

This is your time, right?

Huh, is that what you said?
Is this what you want?

Is this what you want?
Is this what you all want?

[Crowd screaming]

Get up!

Get up!

Finish him, you dumb bastard!
Come on!

Will, no!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's me, Henry.

Will! Will!

No, no, no! This isn't you.
This isn't you.

Come on! Come--

Will, this is not you.

Henry? Henry....

Help... Help me.

[Crowd shouting angrily]

Come on! Kill him! Let's go!

Stand down!

WILL: Henry, help me.

You're going to be okay, Will.
You're going to be okay.

Listen to me.

The first thing we gotta do
is get that thing out of you, okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

You think
you're breaking up some fights?

You have no idea
who you're messing with.

You can pass the same message
onto the Cabal.

Ah! Ah!

[Choking and gagging]

What do you want?

I want these fights stopped.

And the genetic experiments.

You surface someplace else,
and we'll be waiting.

All right.

All right!

This is the last cycle.

All signs are that your body
has purged the abnormality.

Danny's not far behind.

I keep thinking, was that me,
ready to kill a friend,

or was it... somebody else?

We all have
the impulse for violence.

The true measure of a species,
indeed, of a person,

is in our restraint.

Oh, my God! Danny!

Kayla.

Oh, my God!

ΚAYLA:
I love you.

Thank you.

The first 10 years
after you were gone

were the hardest.

I kept asking myself,
"What would father do?"

I can't stay here, Helen.

Why not? I have decades
I haven't touched on.

So much I need to show you.

The longer I'm here, the greater risk
I pose to your well-being.

I wanted one day to come back

to help protect you
from your enemies,

not to wind up helping them.

The Cabal had already
asserted themselves as a threat

long before they tapped
your expertise.

I admit, their engineered warrior,
the one you designed,

that does make me worry.

When I finally put it down,

it had taken the life
of every abnormal in my laboratory.

Then who better
to find its weakness than you?

And what better place
than here, in the Sanctuary?

I'm sorry.

I'll have to seek
my own way for now.

But I promise you, Helen,

I'll never be far.

[End credits music plays]