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Previously on Sanctuary...

We were a part of something, something we called "The Five,"

a small group dedicated to expanding our knowledge

of the physical world.

Your mother was able to procure a very rare sample

of ancient untainted vampire blood,

blood that supposedly possessed miraculous properties.

After each of us was injected, we received unique gifts as a result.

Griffin's molecules became photosensitive.

Watson's mind grew to new heights,

and Tesla's reaction was the most dramatic.

HELEN: Your name is Gregory Magnus,

and you're my father.

You were the leading scientific light of your day.

The Cabal are a powerful shadow organization

bent on controlling all abnormal life on the planet.

They threaten everything we stand for.

[Bushes rustle]

[Groaning]

Roy... You scared the living crap out of me.

Did Jack swing by and return your boat?

He should've been back by now.

What's going on?

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

What are you doing? Roy... It's me. George.

[Roaring]

[Screams]

["Sanctuary" theme plays]

We thought these reports of sudden, unexplained violent behavior

among abnormals were isolated incidents,

but Henry's data analysis clearly tells us otherwise.

It's getting hairy.

Those yellow clusters, 63 incidents in the last five days,

almost all of them against humans.

There's 20 dead so far.

These aren't exactly high-population centers.

The Yukon-Alaskan border?

What's particularly troubling is the pattern of distribution,

starting here in the north at Mount Logan

and then following the upper airstream.

How could this abnormal-on-normal violence be following the wind?

Unless it's something in the air.

My worry is what happens when it reaches population centers.

HELEN: Abnormals surfacing in significant numbers

will undoubtedly trigger reprisals.

You think it could be insect-borne?

Given the cold climate, it seems unlikely,

but certainly a pathogen could be involved.

Viruses have been known to cause mass psychosis.

What we need to find out

is whether this was a naturally occurring phenomenon,

or something that was intentionally released.

[Knock on door]

Not often I use a front door.

Quite the novelty.

You're not welcome here, Druitt. You know that.

I bring critical information, my hirsute friend,

about the troubles in the north.

[Snarling softly]

Forgive my skepticism, John,

but your history of altruism is just behind a scorpion's.

Had I not dispatched Tesla, your reign over the Sanctuary

may very well have ended.

Why is he here?

Please. I am your father.

Then you should start acting like one,

and that does not mean kidnapping me

when you want to spend some quality time.

That is part of why I'm here.

I'm guessing it's not about visitation rights.

You have frostbite.

It's certainly no reflection on your hospitality.

Perhaps you can guess where I've been.

The Yukon.

I saw the carnage first-hand. Traced the epidemic... to its origins.

Mount Logan.

Not to worry. It's all been sealed to proper BSL-3 protocols.

Et cetera, et cetera.

I wasn't aware that epidemiology was one of your specialties.

Well, that's why I've come to you.

I found these fragments at ground zero.

I believe you, Mr. Foss, will find these of particular interest.

These look like fragments from a dispersal mechanism.

Henry, prepare a level-three residential cell

for introduction of a possible bio-hazard.

It's better than some things I've been called.

What's the point? He's just going to teleport out of there anyway.

I give you my assurances I will not.

Let me back up those assurances with an EM shield.

You teleport, you die.

Are we supposed to believe that you came here to fight the outbreak?

The war has begun.

Humans versus abnormals,

and I will not stand idly by while the Cabal imposes its chaos.

Well, John was right about one thing.

His body shows no presence of any viral or bacterial anomaly.

Fortunately, neither do any of ours.

Are you going to take him out of isolation?

I think we should wait for a bit.

There might be a latency factor that we should allow for.

I'm prepping the machine parts for a full work-up.

There's only so much I can tell from the fragments.

It's way sophisticated.

This is stuff they used to test at Fort Dietrich

when they were researching biological weapons for...

..."defensive" purposes.

Your biosafe room is scrubbed and ready.

Thanks. I'll let you know what I get.

Thank you.

This sounds like something the Cabal could have built.

Well, we know their access to technology is unrivaled.

Yeah, and I just got schooled on their willingness to experiment

on humans as well as abnormals.

Telegram.

Telegram? What is this, 1890?

Our Dr. Watson tends only to trust

the more established forms of communication.

Dr. Watson?

Not as in James Watson, who's a member of the Five?

Yeah, and head of the U.K. Sanctuary.

"Helen, a matter of the utmost urgency.

Will be arriving at the Sanctuary tomorrow.

Will be bringing everything we need

to get to the bottom of this new menace.

Your trusted colleague, J.W."

DANA: Do you have an update, Doctor?

The field test is going very, very well.

Better even than our models suggested.

Abnormals in the path of the agent are showing rapid onset

of clinical paranoia and extreme aggression.

How far is this dispersal expected to spread?

We put sustainability at four days before it wanes of its own accord.

The reaction to the abnormal uprising is exactly what we hoped for.

Anger, scapegoating, retribution.

That's your real vector of transmission.

What about the Sanctuary?

Two of the Five, Druitt and Watson,

have already made contact with Magnus.

I want hourly updates. Every communication in and out.

We really can't take anything for granted.

You yourself said that we were dealing

with some of the most brilliant minds on the face of the planet.

Brilliant, yes, but they have no idea what they're facing.

I have some good news.

[Knock on door]

James. It's so good to see you.

You haven't changed a bit.

Since last fall in London?

No, since spring of 1886.

Coming from such a keen observer, I'll take that as a compliment.

Now, I will need help. I have a driver and a truck at the loading dock.

-I brought some things. -Things?

Corpses, Helen.

You didn't expect me to arrive without a gift, did you?

Dr. James Watson,

Ashley and Henry you know, of course.

Hey!

Lovely to see you again, my dear,

and Henry, the new servers are working perfectly.

Oh, thanks, Doc. I try.

And my new colleague, Dr. Will Zimmerman.

-Hello. -The protégé.

Yes, I've heard quite a bit about you.

-All good, I hope. -Some.

A profiler, right?

Yes. Yes, Dr. Magnus told you?

No, actually, I was watching you looking at me.

-Really? -A profiler looks, listens,

gauges, senses, calculates, compares.

Am I really a doctor?

Am I really who I say I am? The tells, the giveaways.

The twitch of an eye, the odd unnatural pause.

You have dirt under a single fingernail.

Did you scratch at something?

Did I?

I think so.

Something green. Verdigris.

Oxidized bronze.

Hmm... The door knocker.

To test its age.

Reproductions are rampant. I would have been so disappointed.

And from that, you got "profiler"?

More your instantaneous threat assessment.

Is that a bomb strapped to his chest?

Is the accent authentic? Is he casing the room? That said "profiler."

Wow... I'm impressed.

Oh, yes, of course you are.

And people tell me I sound like Sherlock Holmes.

Actually, Will, that's exactly who he is.

So you don't mean that your Dr. Watson

really is Sherlock Holmes?

Not the literary figure, of course,

but yes, Conan Doyle did model the character

after James' brilliant deductive mind.

So why did he get relegated to the sidekick in the stories?

At Watson's insistence.

He preferred to let Holmes take center stage

while he played the fawning acolyte in the wings.

-And his genius.... -Was exponentially increased

when he became one of the Five.

So, what about the bodies he brought here?

They're being prepared for an autopsy in a biosafe environment.

You know, if this disease really does turn abnormals

into psychotic killers, then in theory,

you, Henry, the big guy, are all potentially susceptible.

Ashley, too, in theory.

Anyone with the DNA of our kind

could suddenly be stricken with psychotic aggression.

I've done that dance with you once a half a mile under the ocean.

I'm not anxious to do it again.

Nor am I, Will.

Body is that of a male abnormal, Odobenus rosmarus sapien.

A genetic mélange of human and walrus.

Koo-koo-ka-choo.

Cause of death, multiple gunshot wounds

suffered during a reported fire-fight

after the subject allegedly slaughtered

three out of four family members.

What you mean is, the Abbie went psycho

and then got shot to bloody hell.

You always did have the gift for brevity.

It's not the ballistics we're interested in.

We'll need samples of every organ.

The scalpel is yours, Doctor.

Thank you.

You know, James, you really are a walking medical miracle.

I think "walking" is a bit of an exaggeration.

Without these exoskeletal powered braces,

I fear I would be confined to a wheelchair.

Nothing to be ashamed of at 160.

Anyway, if I am a miracle, what does that make you?

Hmm. My gift was longevity. Yours was far more profound.

Care to switch?

How's the serum transaminase going?

Inconclusive levels.

The fact that behavioral changes are the first clinical presentation

make this diagnosis very prickly.

Well, John was unaffected despite being exposed at ground zero,

which suggests that the special qualities of the Five

might well provide an immunity factor.

Until the tests come back,

I'll be looking at my own blood as a way to combat the disease.

I'll tell you what the tests will show, or would you rather be surprised?

A man-made pathogen.

A psychosis-inducing agent that affects only abnormals

has to be by design.

John believes the Cabal is behind it.

Well, John draws his insights from an affinity with evil.

I have great faith in his analysis.

I've released him from isolation.

Now if you could only release yourself.

I'm sorry?

Our contacts are too seldom, and too brief,

considering I'm the leader of your largest satellite operation.

It's out of respect for your autonomy as much as anything else.

Most people go back to their oldest contacts for solace, Helen.

You defy that convention, but then, you always have.

Well, we're together now, aren't we?

Hmm... If only the circumstances were more agreeable.

WILL: So, what is that?

WATSON: A necessary component for my survival.

There's not much we can do till the results come in in the morning.

Not that I think Helen will sleep very much.

Tell me, young man, what is it like to work for a woman?

[Chuckles]

Uh, a woman like Dr. Magnus? It's a privilege.

What Watson means is, what's it like for someone

who hasn't been dragged by his scruff into the 21st century?

And the century before that.

Most men's failures haunt them for a lifetime.

Mine have haunted me for two.

What failure?

The Ripper case.

It confounded me like no other.

You came close, James. You don't know how close.

Night after night, I poured my insights out to you,

never knowing that the target of my manhunt

was the man who dissected my suppositions.

I was in the grip of something I couldn't control. I think you know that.

The fact remains, you gave the lie to all my bravado.

You shattered my belief

that I could see beyond what a mere mortal could.

A little sensitivity here. We're in the presence of a mere mortal.

Young Will here has the makings of a decent detective.

Perhaps he would have seen what I could not.

[Laughs]

Uh... I'm sorry. It's just, it's amazing to me.

Sherlock Holmes, Jack the Ripper....

The fact that you two can sit here together, and--

Time is a great healer.

Redemption, that requires a little more.

Oh, you ooze judgment, Doctor, like a weeping sore.

In a life devoted to justice, Sir,

it is a constant burr on my backside that you have avoided it.

Justice is meted out in many ways. You're not the only one haunted.

You've got to believe

that fate has brought you two together for a reason.

Yes, why are you here, Druitt?

Well, to save the world as we know it, and, time allowing,

reassert my superiority in our battle of wits.

It's really hard to know how this sucker worked.

So much chop and so little suey.

But you think cryo was involved.

Well, it looks like the bio-agent was cooled way down

before being vaporized.

The latest data suggests that the rate of infection is slowing.

That's a good thing, isn't it?

This first dispersal was a test, a dry run.

-I'm certain of that. -To measure the effectiveness

of what I'm beginning to think is some sort of neurotoxin.

A dispersal device of sufficient size could well blanket the globe.

We need to find out what their capabilities are.

Our intelligence has the Cabal's weapons laboratories

in several far-flung places.

Including one very close to home.

Yeah, like just outside of New City, if I remember right.

Oh, hang on a second. I think I got something here.

What is it?

Looks like one of the microcapsules survived detonation.

It's a pure sample of the agent.

Put it in a biosafe container, Henry. Just be very, very careful.

You know those little mechanical arms

that pick up stuffed toys at arcades?

Four-time state champion.

HELEN: We're looking at one of the most dangerous pathogens

the abnormal world has ever seen.

It functions very much like a prion on steroids.

The rogue protein found in mad cow disease.

It replicates inside the abnormal's brain,

causing deeply pathological aggression.

And eventually a very painful death.

According to the tests, we can say with certainty

that the mode of transmission is not person-to-person.

It's not communicable. That's the good news.

But the susceptibility to antivirals is nil.

HELEN: The fact is, prion disease is largely incurable.

I still think our best hope is to find something in our own blood,

possibly an antigen that could inhibit the disease.

That would explain why we are apparently immune.

Because you all injected the source blood.

That's pretty powerful stuff.

Even if we can't find something in our individual blood

that could stop the disease,

it may well be that the source blood could,

in the form of a synthesized antitoxin.

Except that ancient blood was used up over 120 years ago.

Not all of it.

What?

My father wanted to destroy what was left.

Eventually he agreed to set aside the unused portion of the vial

only to be tapped in the most dire of emergencies,

and he made sure that only the five of us acting in concert

could retrieve it.

Which is a bit of a problem if, in fact, I have killed Tesla.

Even if Nicola managed to survive, the last of the five, Nigel Griffin,

could not possibly be enlisted.

Because?

Because Griffin died half a century ago.

The situation may not be as hopeless as you think, James.

You have the power to revive the dead?

Now, that would impress me.

Before he died, in the early '60s, Griffin wrote me a letter

declaring that his legacy had been passed on.

He has a daughter, Anna.

Now, with any luck, we could track her down and convince her

to take on her father's role in our mission.

Hold on a second.

You said that only the Five acting together could retrieve the blood.

The powers of the Five, to be more accurate.

So, what's Griffin's power?

Nigel Griffin?

He was the Invisible Man.

[Coughing and gasping]

[Monitors beep steadily]

[Coughing]

I don't understand.

If the epidemic stopped in its tracks, how did he get the disease?

Well, Watson and Druitt may have come back clean in their blood work,

but that doesn't rule out the microorganism

being brought in on their clothing or their personal items.

So it's only a matter of time before every abnormal in the Sanctuary

comes down with it, including me.

I could offer you assurances, Henry, but they'd be hollow.

What's his prognosis, Doc?

Well, I suspect every species of abnormal reacts differently,

but if the reports are any indication,

he'll become increasingly irrational and violent,

then turn against human beings,

and eventually, he'll die.

We appear to have been successful

in getting the toxin into the Sanctuary.

Well, by now I'm quite sure

our friends there will have correctly concluded

that the biologic wildfire we started has all but burned itself out.

I wouldn't sound so cavalier.

Remember the problems we encountered with her father.

Gregory Magnus helped us engineer

the consummate soldier for our army.

Yes, but his information on the whereabouts of the source

proved utterly erroneous.

Well, perhaps what Gregory didn't disclose, the Five will.

I've checked with every source I have.

Every major contact in the abnormal community.

They're all saying the same thing. The Yukon test was a dry run.

A popgun compared to what happens three days from now.

A big bang that'll blanket the entire planet.

Three days? Why three days?

Why not launch the biowar right now?

Changing weather patterns, wind shear, patterns of the trade winds.

WATSON: I'm telling you, there's something wrong.

It doesn't fit. It doesn't make sense.

Yeah, well, genocide rarely does.

Helen, you told me the lengths the Cabal went through

to build the perfect soldier for the ethnic cleansing.

My father became an unwitting accomplice to those ends.

Right, now, why engineer an army of abnormals

if your real front line is an invisible pathogen?

Perhaps to fend off any re-emergence of abnormals

once the decimation was complete.

Well, who's to say that your own army won't be susceptible?

Well, you've got to believe

that they've built an immunity into their design.

No. They knew it would be possible to immunize after the fact.

The source blood is the key.

Look, even if we do find this Anna Griffin,

we still don't have Tesla.

I mean, what's the point

if you don't have the last member of the Five?

I know how my father thought.

Now, if he'd anticipated

that one or more of the Five might have died,

he may well have built in some sort of safety mechanism,

so we could still crack the code.

WATSON: Same old Helen.

"I'm just going to jump off this cliff and hope that I sprout wings."

Where did Gregory hide the vial?

Ah, in one of the most inaccessible places on the planet.

The lost city of Bhalasamm in the Indian Himalayas.

The seat of the original culture of ancient vampires.

So, not Transylvania?

Its unique topography keeps everything well-hidden.

Trust me, Will,

this makes the other wonders of the Ancient World pale.

He what, hid it like a pirate's chest?

There's a labyrinth beneath the city.

My father placed five keys within it, each impossible to release

without the unique properties acquired by the blood.

And what's your power,

just showing up for the meeting after 135 years?

I'd like to see you do it.

Okay, so I did a full cavity search on the Internet for this Anna Griffin.

Now, she went by a different name, so that slowed me down,

but then I tracked her to Baton Rouge.

Three years ago, she drops off the face of the Earth.

Could she simply have died?

Well, if you believe the obit, she did, but it didn't pass the sniff test.

The certificate of death was an outright forgery.

Somebody wanted the world to think she'd kicked.

Like it was, like, a witness protection or something.

So I was lucky to find a few fragments that they missed.

I found an address. So, somebody better wake up Druitt,

because we ain't got time to take no fast train.

-"We?" -Well, you can't send Druitt alone.

The guy's all hearts and flowers one day,

the next day, he's turning a working girl into a canoe!

Yes. Despite his goodwill as of late,

there are definitely warring sides to his personality.

Will.

-Keep Druitt company. -What?

Well, why me? I'm supposed to tell Jack the Ripper to fetch?

Just remember. His sharpest implement is his mind.

Hey! Can I help you guys?

Uh, yeah, as a matter of fact.

We're looking for Anna Thayer Griffin.

Who's asking?

We're just friends of the family.

Well, then I'm surprised you don't know she's dead.

Is she?

Yes, she is. I went to her funeral. She died three years ago.

Where's she buried?

We'd like to pay our respects.

Whispering Pines.

Thanks.

Okay, just, just give me a second--

Every experiment where I've tried to create an anti-toxin

from one of us has failed.

We have no choice but to go to the source itself.

You do have a choice, Mom.

We find a way to stop that bioweapon from going off,

you don't need the damn source.

You want me to send you

into the heart of the Cabal's weapons factory

and do it all on your own.

Henry said he'll go with me.

No offense, Henry, but you don't graduate

from Eagle Scout to James Bond overnight.

-I was green as Gumby, too. -I can do this.

What, Gumby? I'm Gumby now?

Odds are, the device will be triggered

from their network of weapons labs.

Which is exactly why we need to break in there

and find a way to stop the detonation.

-Just like that? -I didn't say it would be easy.

-I didn't say you could go. -Mom, we don't have a lot of time.

We can do this.

Get in. Get what you need, and get out.

No unnecessary risks.

-Let's go, Gumby. -Thank you.

Thanks.

-Ashley. -Yeah?

DRUITT: William.

Someone's been visiting the grave, empty or not.

If the gift was passed on to the daughter,

why not an offspring?

[Branches rustle]

[Blow thuds]

[Will grunts in pain]

[Blow thuds, Druitt shouts]

[Grunts]

She went that way.

How could her clothes be invisible?

She's not wearing any.

[Gasps]

I thought so. You're Anna Griffin's daughter, aren't you?

Clara.

She was afraid she'd be called.

You're the people she was worried about, aren't you?

Yeah, well, she's off the hook.

We'd like you to take her place.

I don't know about the Sanctuary, and I don't know who you guys are.

You just said your mother was afraid she'd be called on.

She obviously talked to you about your grandfather. His unusual past.

I have to go.

Why did you follow us out here, Clara?

Before your mother went into hiding, she must have told you

that the responsibility would fall to you,

that sooner or later you'd have to use your gift.

I do use it. I can reach into any till I want.

That's not what it was made for.

Why did your mother fake her death?

Because she was sick and tired of running, living in fear.

I mean, she wanted to disappear for good,

so she made everyone believe she died.

The irony is, is two years later, she did die,

and she was the only one

who understood what it was like for me, and now there's no one.

I never wanted it, what you guys call a gift.

But you have it, and right now, you could be the only person

that could help us stop something terrible from happening.

[Roaring and snarling]

Let me out!

Let me out now!

Helen. Helen. Don't let me out.

[Roaring and screaming]

[Crashing and raging continues]

Pitting humans against abnormals, deciding who lives and who dies....

The Cabal has to be stopped.

It's why I started this mission more than a century ago.

I just didn't know it.

Well, you have four of the Five,

but I don't think Clara can do what we need her to do.

You said you saw her go invisible.

Yeah, but.... Look, she talks a tough game,

but she's afraid of her own shadow, when she has one,

and she thinks we're a cult.

I just I don't think she has it in her.

Well, you have till mid-day tomorrow to convince her.

And what if she can't pull it off?

What if we can't find Tesla's key?

What if my father gave up the source to the Cabal

when they had him under their thrall?

You can't answer every "what if," Will.

I just know that we only have days

to stop the destruction of every abnormal on Earth.

Okay.

[Gentle knock]

Yeah?

Prisoner visiting hours are 10:00 till 2:00.

You're not a prisoner.

Oh, so, I can leave, then?

When we go, you can go with us.

You got a real trophy, didn't you, Dr. Z?

That's not what's happening here.

Invisible girl? Come on.

Tell me your little band of creature hunters scores like that every week.

Clara, I need you to understand the stakes here.

I know, it could cost me my life.

Well, I don't think it will come to that.

You don't think?

I just don't want to sugarcoat it.

This mission is going to be dangerous as hell,

and you're going to have to use your power in a way

that it's probably never been used before, and if you fail, if we fail,

then thousands if not millions of lives will be affected.

You finished?

Yes.

Except to say that.... I believe that you can do it.

Oh, please.

You don't know who the hell I am.

I don't think you know who the hell you are.

I mean, you've spent half your life hiding.

You have no idea what it's like to disappear.

People look into your eyes, and they don't see anything.

You're a... A phantom, a mirage.

You don't matter, and you don't exist.

Yeah, but you can do something.

I mean, you can do something that maybe nobody on Earth can do.

You sound like my mother.

So she did talk to you about your destiny.

Yeah, she said the power was passed on for a reason.

First to her, and then to me.

I've never wrapped my head around it.

I don't know, Will.

I have never done anything like this before.

I don't think any of us have.

[Monitors beeping]

WATSON: How long before the sedation wears off?

HELEN: Three, four hours.

Well, I've managed to increase the antigen levels

in our blood samples by a factor of two.

We need a factor of 100.

[Groans]

If I draw his blood and inject myself, my levels would spike that high.

And you will most likely kill yourself.

My blood will protect me, I'll bet my life on it.

Well, that's exactly what you'd be doing.

If we don't find the source,

we need to find some way to fight this disease.

Helen, for God's sake, you have no protection!

[Decontamination jets hiss]

Are you mad?

No.

Just desperate.

I warned you.

Helen!

[Roaring]

[Barking and grunting]

It's me, Helen. There's no need to harm me.

[Roaring]

[Wheezing and gasping]

HENRY: Okay, so if this isn't the back entrance to an evil lair,

I don't know what is.

Uh.

Okay, the barbed wire is easy.

-How do we get rid of the lasers? -I blind them, with this thing.

What would boys do without their toys?

Okay, can you stop with the boy thing, please?

If we're going to do this together, I need, like, a modicum of--

Respect. Henry, you're Indiana Jones with cooler toys.

Thank you. See? Was that so hard?

Okay then.

John will teleport us two at a time

to a wooded area just below the rim of the outlook.

We make the modest descent to the ridge

and enter the lost city via the eastern approach.

Can't you just teleport us into this labyrinth thing?

My powers are formidable, I'll allow,

but as I haven't seen what's down there...

rematerializing inside of a granite boulder

would not be a comfortable way to die.

No, true. Absolutely. I prefer to walk.

Once inside the subterranean passages,

we'll each be responsible for securing our designated keys.

Does no one else see the madness in all this?

You don't believe I can accomplish Nicola's task.

One, he had the powers of an ancient vampire.

Two, he fell asleep in Edison's electric chair at full current.

I don't see your skill sets overlapping.

My father always said no problem has a single solution.

There are always alternatives.

All right, then, in the unlikely event that we find all five keys....

We'll be led to an inner sanctum where our keys will be inserted,

and the vial containing the source will be released.

WATSON: You know, it's not the mission, Helen.

What worries me is that gleam in your eye.

Suck it up, Jimmy. We're going to India.

-Kind of quiet. -That's good.

We don't have a lot of time.

We need to get in, get what we need, and get out.

ASHLEY: Okay, they're leaving. Let's move.

HENRY: Come on.

-Freeze! -Don't move!

[Firing shots]

[Both grunting]

This is my father's worst nightmare.

That we would try and retrieve the source.

You going to tell him?

If I find out where he's holed up, and if the time is right, no.

Who the hell are you?

Relax, Mr. Foss.

I'm your doctor.

[Buzzer sounds]

[Electricity crackles, Ashley shouts]

[Stifles a groan]

Hello, Ashley. It's good to finally meet you.

Go to hell.

I apologize for this,

but your reputation does precede you,

and I have yet to meet an intelligent being

that doesn't respond to the proper stimulation.

What did you do to me?

Taming wild creatures is what we do best.

We haven't even touched on me getting wild yet.

I think you'll like it.

My name is Dana Whitcomb, director of logistics and operations here.

Nice job title. Long hours?

You and your colleague, Mr. Foss, came here

with the intent of trying to stop the release

of a bioweapon, code name Lazarus.

Very ambitious, not to mention incredibly brave of you.

It was also incredibly foolish.

Yeah, well, foolish is kind of how we roll.

Well, despite your efforts, Lazarus will be released.

Its effects will be a thousand times more devastating than phase one.

When the dust settles, it will bring a new day for humans,

and what's left of abnormals.

Yeah, well, we'll see, won't we?

Your mother and her colleagues will no doubt try to stop us.

I promise you they'll fail.

They'll fail because...

...you're going to help us complete our plan.

We're about to see the ninth wonder of the Ancient World,

and I didn't even bring a camera.

You brought your mind, didn't you?

Damn, you know, I knew I forgot something.

HELEN: Dear God. It's all been destroyed.

There has to be a way down there.

There has to be a way into the labyrinth.

No, it's over.

No access, no source. No source, no vaccine.

No vaccine, no way to stop the Cabal from taking over human evolution.

[End credits music plays]