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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]