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Yes,

he has a hostage. The tech post is in
there right now trying to talk him down.

He needs all available units right now.

What? What, are you kidding me?

You okay?

Jim?

Jim?

Oh, no.

Jim, are you okay?

Hang on, I'll call an ambulance.

The good news is it didn't hit bone. The
doctor says you should be back to work

in a week.

Connor, um, would you do me a favor and
handle my caseload while I'm out?

Uh, of course.

Any objections, sir?

Works for me.

If you don't mind, I just need a minute
with Simon and Blair.

If I have any questions, I'll give you a
call.

Jim, what's going on?

There's something else in that store
today.

It was a jaguar.

What?

What do you mean? Like a vision? Like
your animal spirit?

No, no.

That was a black jaguar.

This was spotted.

It might have been from an adrenaline
rush, from getting shot. Was it before

after it happened?

Sandberg.

This is important, Simon.

Jim's visions usually have a deeper
meaning. Right now, he's a man who needs

rest. You can finish this tomorrow. Come
on.

We throw, officer.

And nearly here, Ms. Barnes.

Pending your blood test, of course.

And it's Inspector, if you don't mind.

There are no drugs or alcohol in me,
Inspector.

But cars don't demolish themselves on
their own whim, do they?

You're here kind of late, aren't you?

Yeah. I'm fumigating my building at the
university. I can't work there, and I...

I can't work at home because Jim's just
driving me crazy. I swear, it's like

living with an evil stepfather.

It's driving me crazy.

Hey, Brown, you know what's going on
over there?

Yeah, so Connor was on her way in. The
girl was sitting on a curb. The car

wrapped around the telephone pole. But
the girl was, like, yelling and

and figuring out that the lights were
killing her eyes. And then she started

bugging out about how the noise was
getting to her. So I don't know what's

on.

Really? Yeah, well, it was crazy.

Tell you what, I'll bring that over to
the bank. Yeah, sure, go ahead.

An oncoming car flashes its bright so
you can't see. That I can buy.

But why start to disrobe in the middle
of the highway?

I... My skin hurt. The clothes felt like
sandpaper all of a sudden. I don't

know. Megan?

Here's that blood test you wanted.

Oh, thanks, Sandy.

Oh. Negative.

Negative. May I leave now?

Um, please sign here.

I'll collect your belongings at the
booking desk downstairs and see you,

Excuse me, Miss.

Hi, my name's Blair Sandberg and I'm a
consultant to the police department. I

was wondering if I could ask you a few
questions about the light hurting your

eyes and about your clothes making your
skin ache. Read the report.

Do colors seem a little bit more vivid
to you? Do smells seem more powerful?

Look, I've already been to three
different doctors. None of them could

what's wrong.

That's just no... surprised. Look, have
you recently experienced any prolonged

traumatic isolation?

Who the hell are you?

I'm an anthropologist, and I think I
know what's happening to you if you

just meet me at the university here.

We could talk further.

Think about it, all right?

Just meet me right there.

I live here too, remember?

Sorry, Chief. I guess I'm just a little
jumpy.

Say so.

How's the arm?

Doc says I can go back to work on
Monday.

Good.

Good.

I'm sure everybody will be really glad
when that happens.

So, uh, what was the deal with the
greeting, man?

You having some sort of, uh... No.

Oh, hey, I was down at the station doing
some work, and I met this woman. Look,

Chief, why don't you spare me the
details?

Okay, I'll tell you later.

Whatever. Okay.

In primitive cultures, sentinels were
the tribal guardians. They were chosen

because of their superior sensory
awareness. They could hear better, they

smell better, they could feel and taste
things that other people couldn't.

How do you know all this?

Well, it's the subject of my
anthropology doctorate.

All right, so why is this happening to
me now?

Well, in some sentinels, their ability's
like dormant. It just takes a

prolonged, isolated period to bring them
out.

You were asking me about that before.

A couple of months ago, I was on a
camping trip, and I was lost in the

a week.

That's textbook.

You know, it's a survival response. I
can help you understand this.

I'm not sure I want to understand it.
I'd rather just be like I was before.

Alex, you may not believe me, but there
is nothing to be afraid of. What you

have is a gift.

I've been unable to illuminate the
meaning of my primary subject's

vision. and he seems unusually reluctant
to explore the matter.

Concerning my secondary subject, I've
been unable to find any data which would

suggest what would happen if two
sentinels were to come together. Would

each other as allies? Would they face
off in some type of territorial rivalry?

Now, if in fact my secondary subject
does turn out to be a sentinel, I'm

to have to bring them together in a
carefully controlled situation.

So at the present time, I've decided not
to tell Jim Ellison or Alex Barnes

about one another.

This is Rieger.

The monitors 1 and 2 are out. I want
Brock and Sabanow to check out the

and I want Lenski to eyeball the West
Wing.

Lesbi, left wing is clear.

Another guy I feel like dying.

The wires at two and three have been
cut.

Somebody's been up here.

We've got an intruder in the building.

I see him.

He's in the west wing in H corridor.

We're in corridor F now, heading toward
H.

Make sure all perimeters are secure.

We copy that, sir.

They could hear better, they could smell
better, they could feel and taste

things that other people couldn't.

This is amazing.

When you told me you're an artist, I had
no idea. Do you know that all this

stuff is rooted in Sentinel symbolism?

I mean, you got the jungles, you got the
jaguars, you got the Indians. I mean,

crying out loud, you even got the eye.

I saw the pictures in Burton's book. I
knew you had to see them.

The ideas just come to me. I have no
idea why.

Well, there's a whole mystical side of
this that you're obviously tapped into

somehow. You know, my senses started
going crazy. I was frightened.

And now that I'm finally starting to
understand all of this, I like it.

Good. Good.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Yeah.

Yeah, why don't you run that car
accident by me again?

Tell me about that one more time.

The car coming the other way had its
brights on.

Suddenly I felt this throbbing pain in
my skull.

It hurt so badly I couldn't even see
where I was driving.

I think the next thing I knew I'd hit a
telephone pole.

Now, every time you experience these
heightened senses, do you get a

Yeah, pretty much.

Your headaches are connected to your
heightened senses somehow, so we just

to figure out how.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's all good.

Hey, I heard there was a vicious rumor
that you were back among the living.

How are you feeling?

That depends.

How's my caseload?

Don't worry. I saved your life. We could
use your help on the Oberon heist.

Where's your shadow?

He begged off.

He's working on some big project at the
university. We haven't seen him all

week, really.

What have we got here?

The supervisor at Oberon Security has no
idea what information was accessed.

But the firm designed a set -of -the
-art security system for major

corporations. Well, the big question
is... How did the thief get in, defeat

their whole system, and then get out
again?

Tax employee, maybe?

Not likely.

We've asked for a personal list, but
they screen everyone who worked there

carefully. Take a look at this, Jim. Go
ahead, run.

One of their security cameras caught the
thief as he was trying to escape.

That must be one hell of a loud alarm.

Strange, isn't it?

Damn it, Carl.

I'm surprised you didn't hear my
breathing.

I was tired.

You might have been a cop.

What good are your senses if you don't
use them?

I'll be a little careful next time,
okay?

I've analyzed the security designs you
stole from Oberon.

I think we can get past everything but
this fingerprint scanner on the fifth

level.

You just can't override that.

We'll have to go through it.

So, how was the job?

Any problems?

No.

Don't lie to me, Alex.

I was monitoring the police scanner.

You shot a guard.

This one knew your headaches, wasn't it?
I got the job done.

And you almost got caught. Oh, and of
course, there was that little car

accident. Well, you think I didn't find
out about it? They arrested you, for

God's sake. And they let me go.

Alex, you've made us both a lot of
money.

But you're becoming unreliable. I'm
beginning to think I should change

No, really.

Well, unless you've forgotten, I do the
work.

You plan the job.

You handle the clients.

You fence the goods.

Oh, you're talented, Alex.

But you lack discipline and direction.

And these crippling headaches are making
you careless.

Actually, I found somebody who can help
me with that.

He works at the university.

What?

You told him about your senses?

It was a chance meeting.

He's an expert on people like me.

I don't like the idea of someone knowing
about you.

After I get what I want, I will deal
with him.

Well, I was in the jungle.

Except I wasn't myself. I was some kind
of warrior with a bow and arrow and my

face was painted.

And then the jungle parted and I saw
this huge ancient temple. It looked like

was a thousand years old.

And there was a stone pyramid and right
in the middle there was a statue of a

leopard or a panther or some cat.
Jaguar.

What?

The first known civilized people in
South America were the Olmecs.

Legend has it that they built a temple
in the middle of the jungle. Now,

supposedly, sentinels would go there and
have a mystical experience so powerful

that they would see the eye of God.

Does it really exist?

Well, it was always believed to be a
myth. But three years ago, an

in the Yucatan named Feliz Contiago came
across some carvings that he believed

depicted the temple of the sentinels.

The place in my dream.

Yeah, I know.

It's exactly like your artwork. I mean,
you're obviously tapped into some primal

ancestral memories. Just hold on to that
thought. I got to go talk to a

professor about a lab I'm teaching for
him, but I'll just be back in a couple

minutes.

Afterward, are you free for dinner?

Dinner? Yeah.

That sounds great.

Good. Yeah.

Legend has it sentinels would go there
and have a mystical experience. They

would see the eye of God.

Hey, Jim.

What's up? It's just getting a little
too claustrophobic around here for me,

Chief. I'm sorry.

Wait a minute, Jim.

This is all my stuff. What's going on?

I just need a little space.

I feel like the walls are closing.

Are you kicking me out? I just can't
have anybody here right now. Wait a

Jim. Hey, we just got to sit down and we
got to talk about what's going on with

you. I don't want to talk about it. I
don't want to analyze it. I just need

out of here by the time I get back.

My roommate freaked out last night and
kicked me out. I spent the night in a

motel. It's no biggie, though.

You're kidding me. Oh, I'm totally
serious.

But in that time, I was able to develop
a theory about your headache.

Now, your central nervous system isn't
used to so much stimulation, so when

senses go on high, your nerve endings
get overloaded and you create sort of a

pain -inducing sensory spasm.

So how do I stop it?

Well, um... You see those death bills
over there?

Now, I want you to concentrate on
smelling them, all right? And if you

get a headache, just really focus in on
the scent. Really concentrate on

smelling the flowers and nothing else.

Smell incredible.

Good, good, good.

Concentrate, concentrate, focus in on
the smell.

Sorry, I tried.

I just read too much.

It's all right. It's all right. It'll
take a little practice, but we'll get

It'll be good. Come on. I got some other
time.

Thanks.

I really appreciate your help.

That was the FBI. All of the ex -Oberon
employees checked out cleanly. Connor,

what are you doing at my desk?

My phone went out.

And I just thought, it seems we were
working the same case. Good, please.

Oh,

this looks like one of your friends.
Brown.

Um, Brown.

Now, do me a favor.

Please do not use my desk as a filing
cabinet.

Could you listen up, please?

Everybody, that is my desk. I do not
want you to put anything on it or take

anything from it. Are we clear? Was this
kindergarten?

Hello? Are you listening to me? What is
going on here?

Jim.

Yes? Could I have a word with you,
please?

I came home last night. All my stuff was
packed up.

I tried to talk to him, but then he just
walked out of the apartment.

Simon sent him home today.

You're kidding me. For what?

He threw a tanty in the bullpen about
people touching his things. Told me I

couldn't sit at his desk.

We've had a blue or two before, but
this... Sandy, how did an

anthropologist get hooked up with a
detective?

Well, that's a long story, Megan.

One day I'll get the good oil. I'll have
to coerce a confession from you.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know Jim well, but his
behavior's obviously changed.

Well, if you're asking me what's wrong
with him, Megan, I don't have all the

answers.

I think we should talk to him. Between
the two of us, I'm sure we can get to

bottom of this.

Uh, Megan, wait up.

This is Courier 5.

It's been hijacked. The prototype's been
stolen.

It's in a blue 4x4.

License plate 851 FMC.

Circuit's dead.

What is going on here?

What do you want?

Hey, Jim.

Where is everything, man?

I put it in the basement.

There's too many distractions.

The place is way too cluttered.

It's freezing in here. Aren't you cold?

Something's going on out there.

Something very wrong.

I've never felt anything like this
before.

Hey, Jim, what do you see come inside
me?

Sirens.

This is weird.

Sandy, let's go.

This is David 152 responding.

Proceeding south on Lincoln to Dearborn.

We'll try to catch him before he turns
off Lincoln.

This is David 152. We have two suspect
vehicles.

I don't want to talk about it. I just
need you out of here for the time being.

We searched the roof and the entire
area, Captain, but somehow the suspect

slipped through. He jacked a high
-intensity cutting laser. It can slice

an inch thick of titanium -like butter.

Make short work of, say, a bank vault.

A bank vault?

We're pretty sure it's the same
perpetrator responsible for the Oberon

Similar height, build, attire.

And he's left -handed, which matches the
description given by the guard at

Oberon. So, first he steals the designs
from one of Oberon's top security

systems, then he hijacks a laser?

Sounds like he's putting together the
pieces for a heist.

Allison or Alex Barnes about one
another.

Hey.

Brown said you wanted to talk to me?

Something weird happened at that
warehouse.

I hope this has something to do with why
you threw me out of the loft.

Probably.

This suspect has been one step ahead of
us the whole time.

And I'm telling you, I'm looking at the
tape, and I'm noticing that this guy's

experiencing something akin to what I go
through when I have a sensory spike.

You know, if my senses are cranked up
and I hear a loud noise. So what are you

saying? I'm saying there's another one
out there like me.

I've been having these experiences with
this jaguar, like in the store, and I've

been having these dreams.

What dreams? I don't know, this spotted
cat. I had this other dream. I'm in the

jungle. There's this temple or
something, and there's this statue of a

whatever it is.

You're having the same dreams.

He was having the same dreams. The same
dreams as who?

Jim, there is another Sentinel.

But there's no way that she can be our
thief.

She?

The lady in your office? When were you
at my office? Why didn't you tell me

this? I was meaning to, man. I was
trying to get you two together in a

controlled situation, that's all. What
the hell did you do? What the hell did

you do?

Where is she?

Blair, hi.

What are you doing here?

If we come in, it's important.

Sure.

Have we met?

Not exactly, no.

I'm here on an official visit, Miss
Barnes.

I'm Detective Elephant.

Official. I just want to ask you a
couple questions about the hijacking of

courier van last night.

And of the burglary Tuesday night of a
security company.

I don't even know what you're talking
about. What does this have to do with

This work would seem to require a
special talent to pull off.

Thank you.

I'm not talking about your artwork.

I'm still not following you.

Alex, come on.

Stop playing these games, all right?

I told them all about you.

So am I under arrest?

Do you have any evidence that I've done
anything wrong? Do you think you did

anything wrong?

I want both of you to get out.

Now.

If you have any more accusations to
make, you can do it in court. You think

is just going to go away? Unless you
want a lawsuit.

For trespassing and harassment, I
suggest you leave.

All right, Chief, we got what we need.

I know exactly what you are, lady.

And I know what you are, too.

Welcome to the jungle.

I didn't put it together before, but, I
mean, this probably explains your

behavior at the loft and here at the
precinct. I mean, even before you came

contact with Alex, you probably sensed
that there was another Sentinel, which

threatened your territorial imperatives.

Hey, man, you got that stuff with me?

Hey, Don Cornelius. Hey, what's going
on, man?

You run those prints through the NCIC?
Yeah, I got that for you.

Here it is.

Alex Barnes, a .k .a. Alicia Bannister.

A warrant issued for grand theft,
industrial espionage?

The girl's not bored, man.

Says he or she served three years at the
California Women's Prison in Corona.

Looks like she played you pretty good,
man.

I'll take that. Thanks, H.

Are you telling me there's someone out
there with the same powers that you

It appears that way, Captain, yes.

What are we going to do about this, Jim?
I'm going to deal with it, Captain. I

promise you that. But my concern is
that...

Connor has got to be told somehow. I
mean, it's her case, too. Forget about

Connor. What am I going to tell the DA?

Keep your eyes open, Chief.

You might have missed something last
night.

Hey, Jim, look. Come on. I know you're
still mad at me about not telling you

about Alex, but... Let's just drop that,
okay? I'm trying to get by it.

What's bugging me is, what are the
chances of two Settlers appearing in

right, at this time, calling in with
you?

Well, maybe it wasn't chance, Jim. I
mean, you know there are no

mean, it was fate. It was synchronicity.
I don't know. Time -space continuum

converging together at this point, at
this moment. This is like, it could be

beyond our comprehension.

What do you got?

Blonde hair.

If I need luck, I can take my thief.

All right, Chief, let's roll.

We got what we need.

You've got a warrant to compel our
suspect to submit to a DNA test. You

to tell me.

Come on now, Connor, don't spit the
bunny at me. Spit the dummy.

Right. I was going to tell you.

Alex Barnes?

This is the whacker who wrapped a car
around the pole, the skin nut.

What's she got to do with our case?

She is our case, Connor.

What?

You know what? There's this coffee shop
down the street she hangs out at. She

might be there. All right, let's check
it out.

Wait a minute.

How do you know she's not in there?

Did you read the psychic vibration or
something?

Come on, we don't have time for this. We
have a warrant. Let's use the thing.

What is that smell?

You go off the coffee shop.

I'm kicking this thing. I stink.

a recurring theme.

In the jungle, there's this temple or
something.

She knew we were on to her.

I figured if we got a search warrant,
we'd find something incriminating.

There could be another reason.

Like what?

Like he's a sentinel, she's a sentinel.
This could be some kind of challenge.

What are you talking about, Sam Byrne?
Some sort of duel?

Exactly, and there's only one way to end
it.

Captain Banks!

Yeah?

It's what's left of a portable hard
drive.

It's a removable data disk.

Can I see that?

Let's get it to the forensics van.

It could make out like an O -B -E -R.

It was etched into the cover.

Oberon.

Looks like our security design for the
hazmat research unit at Rainier

University. What's that?

Well, it's a lab at the university where
they do research on hazardous

materials. Two years ago, after a
canister of Ebola virus was stolen, the

regents put in a state -of -the -art
security system.

He was gone before we even knew what had
happened. Somehow we was able to

override our security systems on level
one to four, and he used some kind of

laser on level five.

What's missing? Two canisters of VX
nerve gas.

How dangerous is it?

Each canister can kill everyone in
Cascade five times over.

Great. Keep me posted.

Looks like we caught a break here, guys.
A woman matching Alex Barnes'

description was seen boarding a plane to
Bogota.

Did they stop her?

Well, they didn't want to take a chance
on her releasing the gas.

They'll meet the plane at the airport.
Columbia military standing by.

You really think the feds got this under
control?

Well, I certainly feel better when she's
in custody. But for now, that's all we

can do.

You guys go home. I'll keep you posted
if anything comes up.

You two up for a late supper? Or an
early breakfast?

Uh, no thanks. There's some stuff that
Jim and I gotta go over.

There is?

Right. See you tomorrow, then.

Bye -bye.

Look, Jim, I just wanted you to know
that I realized I was wrong for not

you about Alex.

I was only thinking about myself, about
my work, and somewhere along the line, I

lost track of my friend.

Chief, I don't know what you want me to
say. I don't know if I can get past

this. To me, it was a real breach of
trust, and that struck really deep with

Give me a break here.

How was I supposed to know she was a
criminal?

Chief, this isn't about her being a
criminal. I gotta have a partner I can

trust.

Have you ever stopped to think what good
all this research is doing anyway?

Yeah, Jim, I think about it every day.

I mean, for one thing, it's helped you
find out who you are. Wait, whoa, whoa,

whoa.

I know who I am, okay? I don't need you
or anybody else to help me define that.

Is that clear?

Maybe it's just better if you finish
your dissertation or doctorate writing

about somebody else.

That's crazy.

I know I made a mistake, but I'm willing
to do whatever it takes to get past

this. But if you've got to hang on to
it, you know where to find me.

Jim.

What's going on?

Don't you think you're a little hard on
the kid?

I mean, I'm the first one to admit
Sandberg has his faults, but... Do you

you'd handle the thing on your own?

Allison.

Hello, Jim.

Surprised to hear from you?

I couldn't just leave without saying
goodbye.

You never got on that plane to Bogota.

Somehow I feel connected to you.

Don't you feel something, too?

What do you want, Alex?

Jim, you and I are unlike any other
human beings.

Don't tell me you haven't thought about
it.

I thought we could be together.

Well, why don't you drop by so we can
discuss it?

Oh,

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you come and try and find me?

board wasn't Alex Barnes.

I know.

I think she's at the old foundry on 3rd
near the freeway off -ramp in the train

yards.

I'm on my way now.

Jim, let me get you some back up.

Glad you're here. Where is she?

Over here.

Fuck. She's gone.

We've got to find

Sandberg. Come on.

If it hadn't been for you, I never would
have understood what I really am.

I owe you that.

You want to know how I really got the
fentanyl fences?

Solitary confinement in prison.

I thought I was going crazy.

It wasn't until I met you that I
realized what I'd become.

And look how you used this gift.

What a waste.

This is the one thing I really didn't
want to do.

But I can't leave you alone.

Get an ambulance here!

I don't hear a heartbeat. Do you? Do you
hear a heartbeat?

Chill! Chill!

No, nothing.

It is here we open.

All right, here we go.

All right, let's go.

Three, four, five.

Let's go again.

One, two, three, four.

Three, damn it.

Give us room, guys.

Let's check his pulse.

This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

Come on, Sandberg.

Come on.

Come on, Chief.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm sorry, guys.

What do you mean, sorry?

But this isn't over.

Come on, Sandberg.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Sandberg. Come on, damn it.

Jim, he's gone. Come on, let him go.

He's gone. Come on, Sanford. Come on.
No!