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I'm not going to spend the next six months...

traipsing around this stinking jungle.

We've got to find this place. Just plug in the coordinates.

Damn it, I can't get anything.

Give me those figures again.

86.7, 1209.

1356...

39.3, 1118, 74.9.

I'm sorry, sir, I just can't seem to get a fix.

- Either the coordinates are wrong... - The coordinates are not wrong!

Where are you?

Aeon!

Come, come, dearest!

How can she have just disappeared?

All she knows is how to destroy.

- Lf she finds it before we do... - She won't, sir!

Everything that rises must converge.

Who are you? What's this all about?

I was falling...

Hey!

Wait a minute!

This is Colloden, isn't it?

So much for your coordinates, Trevor.

You're wet.

This is elegant.

Well, well!

Well, what do you think?

Thank you for the dry clothes. Very sweet of you.

Maybe you can do me another favour? There's a laboratory...

Bring the suits, we're going in.

What happened here?

What the flame does not consume consumes the flame.

- Is everybody dead? - Unborn.

- Been here a long time, have you? - Forever.

What will we find in here, I wonder?

Looks like it's all been taken care of. Came here for nothing.

- Who did this? - They did. They all did.

Don't suppose you've seen her around?

This one remembers its function, which all the rest have forgotten.

What do you mean? Is she alive? Is she here?

Too late.

We've checked over some of the bodies.

They seem ancient, mummified.

According to my information, this was a working facility three weeks ago.

Interesting. One of the vials seems to be missing.

See? Three here and one on the table.

Out of five slots, yes, I know.

- So, play it both ways, would you? - Sir?

I want this place searched, the whole cave.

There must be hundreds of miles of tunnels.

Do it!

If Aeon Flux has that vial, we may not have come in vain.

You've been exposed, Aeon.

When will you learn to take precautions?

What did you do with the vial?

- What? - The vial from the vault.

There was no vial. They were all broken.

Were they? Pity.

If I had that vial, I might be able to cure you.

If you had the vial, you could infect the whole world.

I'm sorry about the restraints, Aeon, but it is for your own protection.

I suggest you relax and get used to it.

This particular strain of the virus causes permanent insanity.

But don't worry, Aeon, I'll take care of you, always.

Naturally, I'd prefer to be dead.

Odd, the virus has never been fatal.

In fact, there's some evidence exposure actually extends life.

Why, Aeon, you may have another 80 or 90 years of this.

Fresh ground pepper?

Universal madness? Is that your current project?

As usual, Aeon, you only have half the picture.

The virus they were working on here does produce...

a particularly nasty psychosis, as you're learning first-hand.

The sauce is good, don't you think?

But we believe that at one time, before the dawn of history...

a form of this virus existed in every human brain.

In fact, it was an essential component of human consciousness.

What it produced then was not a madness...

but a sense of connection. Of being in and of the world.

But somehow, we developed an immunity.

That was the fall, Aeon.

Ever since, we've been missing a part of ourselves.

I think your chef uses too much tarragon.

Hard to say where the mutation occurred...

in the virus or in the human mind, but if we could reverse the process...

My project is not universal madness, it's universal happiness.

Who was it you said was insane?

- I'm sorry to interrupt, sir. - Quite all right.

I'm just doing my weekly volunteer work with the mental patients.

We've recovered two of the missing men from the cave.

- Dead. - How irritating.

Trevor, you have only half the picture.

Thank you, Number Two.

- Is this your work? - You know nothing.

Take a look at the photograph in my top. Go ahead.

My pleasure. How cute. Is it yours?

One of the test subjects from the little experiment.

- I came here to get her out. - A test subject. How interesting.

- It's not dead? - Not dead. But not human.

- You want a killer? There she is. - A baby?

Poor Aeon. I keep forgetting. Still.

Kiev, we're going back into the cave, tonight.

Take me!

Now? I have more important things to do.

But don't go blowing anything up.

Whatever this thing is, I need a clean blood sample.

The waker sleeps.

You have to tell me what happened here.

Nothing happened. Nothing happens.

That is the secret.

Did everyone go crazy? Or did that thing...

She's very strong. You have to be good to her.

- I bring her things. - Like me?

Listen, the others down here, the men in the yellow suits.

Have you seen them?

- Take me to them. - The waker sleeps.

You must do it. Or they'll all die.

They went in there? The suits?

You wait here.

Trevor?

Time...

is in our minds.

Aeon. The vial.

You know what to do.

Why doesn't that thing kill me?

Okay.

I have to go back to where the baby is.

There was a vial, a small container.

- Give it to me. - You are not yet ready.

Hand it over.

What's going on? I've died twice.

Is death only a frame in time?

Or was I dead already?

She still sleeps. Fear not.

The waking comes soon. Like a storm.

Take me to the lab.

I do love thee. To you, I deed all that I am.

Why, thank you.

The lab. Let's go.

My God. The baby.

You have looked in the face of death but have not guessed its secret.

I'm sorry about this...

but I need to cut down the variables here.

- Aeon. - Trevor?

- Trevor, you're alive. - Of course I am.

Beautiful, isn't she?

It's clear to me now. Madness is the way.

My God, Trevor, you've been exposed.

Exposed? Yes, exactly. Exactly!

We have to get out of here.

Why, Aeon? We were never here to begin with.

We were always here!

- Trevor. - Always will be!

- I think we've done it! - I'll run, you cover.

- What do you take me for? - I worshipped you, and you used me!

Why did you lie to me?

I didn't mean to, Rorty.

Aeon? Are you all right?

- Trevor? - I thought we'd celebrate your cure.

But if you're not feeling up to it...

- What is this? - I thought we had an understanding.

I would give you the cure...

and you would give me what I most desire.

- The vial? - The vial?

Aeon, you!

Come now. This is what we both want.

And it certainly beats a Breen prison.

No!

I knew you'd come eventually.

- I never did catch your name. - I am before names.

Good for you.

- How long does this go on? - Always.

I'm bored already.

You were the test subject, weren't you?

- You were the one I came here for. - No.

It was her. I was here first...

before they came here with their experiments.

A virus that produces human happiness.

- So you killed them. - Except you.

- What do you want? - What I have always wanted.

- You. - Always?

My time is not your time.

So I've noticed.

Well, here I am.

- You resist me. - No!

- I will have you! - Have me.

What's the matter?

- No! Not like this! - Fine.

No.

Wait. I will show you the secret of time.

Thanks, but...

To you, I bequeath.

Forgive, sir, we didn't get here in time.

We got here in plenty of time.

What do you mean? The missing vial?

I don't even know if there was a missing vial. Doesn't matter.

It's pretty clear to me this entire experiment was a sham.

Jascow was either an idiot or a charlatan.

There was no virus.

Sir! The bodies!

If there was no virus, then what happened here?

I don't know. But whatever it is had nothing to do with the work here.

Just in case, we should keep the men on alert.

I don't want any casualties down here.

Aeon. Turning yourself in?

You know you went to a lot of trouble for nothing down here.

You don't look so well.

I know, I know. I've been exposed.

Permanent psychosis.

At least the colours are nice.

- What are you talking about? - The virus.

Sorry to disappoint you. There is no virus.

What?

Fever. Dilated pupils.

Aeon, I think what you have is the flu.

Fortunately, I think you'll find the medical facilities...

in Breen prisons quite up to date.

I apologise for the bumpy ride, Aeon.

- Are you feeling better? - I don't know.

Chairman, we're under attack!

A Monican trap. I knew it!

Not again.

To you, I bequeath...

To you, I bequeath...

my inheritance.

Composite things are like dreams.

Fantasies, bubbles, thoughts.

Like a dewdrop and a flash of lightning.

A new dress and a burning tyre.

- No. - Grains of sand and sinking ships.

No.

The shadow of a statue and an entry in a diary.

A brain tumour...

No.

- They are thus to be imparted. - No!

This, I bequeath to you.