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Previously on "Zero Hour"...

They're breaking in!

We know quite a bit about
who might have her...

The highest-end mercenary
in the world.

It's about a clock.

1938, the church appoints
12 new apostles

and trusts them with
the ultimate secret,

and it's hidden in these clocks.

I solve this, I find Laila.

The guy in the sub,
he looked like you?

He looked exactly like me.

How did you end up
working for the FBI?

Plane blows up on
the other side of the planet.

You're husband's on it,

and suddenly you just wanna put
a bullet in the bomber's head.

Laila!
Hank!

I'll find you!

Zero Hour 01x03
Pendulum
Original Air Date February 28, 2013

2 is the number of love,

life's everlasting breath.

Sometimes its blind pursuit
leads not to life

but death.

==sync, correction by dcdah==
for www.addic7ed.com

Which way?

Ping off Vincent's cell
puts them on this floor.

Laila?

Laila!

Laila?

Oh, Hank.
Are you all right?

Hank. We need to get
her to a hospital.

You have to stop.

- Everything's gonna be okay.
- No, it's not.

Hank, he's coming back.

You don't have to worry about
Vincent. The FBI's here.

You don't understand.

He's coming back.

Folks, in just
a moment, we will prepare

for our final descent
into New York City.

Planes.

Must be hard.

W-when someone you love
dies of a heart attack,

you exercise,
you... you eat better.

When they die in a car accident,
you make sure to buckle up.

But when they're murdered?

There's only one thing
you can do

to prevent that
from happening again.

Once we find Laila,

you can do whatever you want
with Vincent. How about that?

Okay. Uh, let's think about
what we know.

Vincent's after these clocks.

And these clocks, they seem
to have a map in them.

Which leads to what, exactly?

I don't know,
and I-I don't care.

I just wanna find out
where he's keeping her.

Maybe the better question
is "why?"

Vincent has never
kept a hostage alive.

Ever.

So why Laila?

I need you to fix this.

The pieces inside are loose.

But each piece

had numbers and letters
inscribed on them.

Clearly a puzzle
waiting to be solved

when the gears rotate
into place...

Something that is not possible

in the clock's
current condition.

You are going to help me.

I know this because...

When I'm halfway through
removing the ears of a person

using only a butter knife,

they do whatever it is I ask.

I would prefer to skip
this step with you, Laila.

Would you also prefer this?

Good.

The clothes you have been
wearing have taken on a...

colorful odor.

For you. Voila.

Put it on.

I won't peek.

When we're on the move,

we should appear
as a happy couple

out for a stroll.

If I help you,

are you gonna return me safely
to my husband?

Your husband,

I find him...

quite curious.

Perhaps we
can discuss this tonight

over duck
and a bottle of Dornfelder.

I'm gonna need parts and tools.

Laila?
You saw her in India?

How did she look?

Well, she was alive,
which is all that matters.

Yeah, but Vincent's got
the clock, and we got nada.

So how are we gonna figure out
where they're headed?

I'm still working on that.

You know, I need you to work
on something.

When we were in India, someone
tried to kill us... a priest.

What?

Yeah, he was wearing
the rose cross.

Wait. Last time I checked
my program,

the Rosicrucians were supposed
to be the good guys.

So what does that make us?

In trouble.

Did you guys lock up
last night?

Yeah. I was the last one out.

Wait here.

Don't move. Not even an inch.

Relax, Agent Willis.

This is Mr. Galliston,
not the target.

You wanna tell me why
you've broken into my office?

Oh, we didn't break in.
The janitor let us in.

The janitor opened the door.
The warrant let us in.

The thought is, Vincent might
try to make contact again.

We need to be here if he does.

And given what we encountered
in India,

to have some people with guns
watching your back

might not be such a bad idea.

I'll ask that you sit tight now.
We'll handle it from here.

The Bureau's been "handling"
Vincent for the last six years.

How's that goin'?

Terrence...

I appreciate
you signing off on this,

but you have got to let me
do it my way.

I am so close.

Yeah, maybe that's the problem.

Catch him this time.

Agent Willis, we online?

Facial recognition package
is keyed wide

on Laila Galliston
and White Vincent.

Either one of them crosses
our 460,000 cameras

globally networked on
our system, we'll see it here.

What did you mean earlier
when you said that...

You were curious
about my husband?

What if I told you
I met a man recently,

the spitting image
of Hank Galliston?

Would that surprise you?

What do you mean?
Like a doppelganger?

In one of the older issues
of your husband's magazine,

he wrote an article
about doppelgangers,

scientifically disproving
the viability of the phenomena.

Well, Hank doesn't believe

anything that he can't see
for himself.

Perhaps he saw things recently
that makes him a believer.

It's fixed.

"P-R-6-4-2."

P-R-6-4-2.

Does that mean anything to you?

That means...

I know where we're headed.

If anybody can survive
an ordeal like this, it's Laila.

She's always been so strong.

Remember your wedding,

how everything that could
go wrong did?

And she smiled
through the whole thing.

Thank you.

I-I really appreciate
you guys coming down.

You know, I did have a question
I was hoping you could answer.

Do we have any family...

In Germany?

Like, someone from
grandpa's generation?

Not that I can think of.

Is this
for one of your stories?

No, it's...

It's just, I saw something...
Some... some... Someone

who, uh, looked like
he could've been related.

We got a hit!

Excuse me.

W-where is this?

Paris, nine hours ago.

A security camera
caught them exiting a hotel.

I'll have the Bureau notify
the F.A.A., monitor the trains.

W-wait. Stop. Right there.

Okay, roll it back.

Freeze.

All right.

What is it?

Find out
what room they're in...

And send somebody there

to look under every tabletop,
counter, desk, everything.

Wanna tell us why?

Just relax.

You're gonna do great.

I'm about to tell a packed room

at a U.F.O. convention

that there's no such thing
as a U.F.O.

I know!
It's gonna be awesome!

Okay, listen,
just remember two things.

One, spit out your gum
before you talk.

And two, of all the people
out there,

you, Hank Galliston,
have the hottest wife.

- That's true...
- Yeah.

But, you know, I'm probably
the only one out there

who's actually touched
a girl...

So... it's not saying much.

Please welcome

our next speaker this evening... Mr.
Hank Galliston.

I-I used to chew a lot of gum
when I was nervous,

and I'd forget to spit it out.

So we developed a sign,

and she would remind me,
i would take it out,

and I would stick it
under the desk.

Okay, got it.

"PR642."

It was cared under the desk.

Does that mean anything to you?

I-I don't think so.

I got a washer and a dryer part
number... pr642.

Model number for
a steel folding pocketknife,

some brake pads.

No, we gotta stop thinking about
what the clues mean today.

I mean, if it came from
the clock,

we need to think about
"PR642" means in 1938.

It's a phone number.

Uh, PR642.

Right up through the '40s,

phone numbers didn't have
seven digits.

Everything went
through a central exchange...

The first two letters
of the city

followed by a 3-number code.

I don't have a "who"
but I have a "where."

The exchange "PR" means we're
looking for someone in...

Get this...
Princeton, New Jersey.

We don't need to find the clock
to know where Vincent's going.

Laila is gonna lead us there.

Beck and I are gonna track down

who that phone number
belonged to back in '38.

And get to them before Vincent does.
I'll call you.

You wanna tell us what
the hell's going on here, son?

No, I can't. I'll... I'll call you
later, okay? I love you, guys.

Listen, I'll... I'll make sure
they get home safe.

Uh, then there's some people
I know who might be able

to shed some light
on the Rosicrucians,

help us figure out what the hell
their role is in all this.

Thank you.

Where you heading?

The only place in Princeton

that has phone records
from 1938.

Over here.

You seem to know your way around
this place.

Well, I've been here before.

This way.

1938.

Hmm.

P-R...

PR642.

Well, that's a bingo.

Who do you think's
at that address?

Are you ever gonna tell me
what this is all about?

You mean the clocks?

I could be more helpful to you
if I knew what...

Don't mistake
my asking for your help

as me needing your help.

If you don't need my help,
then why am I still here?

You're a smart lady.
You'll figure it out.

Listen, we know that Hank's
gonna try to keep us in the dark

to keep us from worrying.

But I would ask that if
something's going on,

something that a mother
and father should know,

that you'll tell us.

Hank rarely seeks the counsel
of his Heavenly Father either,

so I wouldn't
take it personally.

Appreciate that.

Take care.

So...

What do we tell them?

Nothing... yet.

The devastation here

is absolutely unprecedented

as wildfires continue to rage
in the pacific northwest.

Relief groups such as
the Red Cross,

Operation U.S.A.,
and The 41 Trust

have begun to send donations

to the thousands who have
already lost their homes.

The page has been ripped out.

God. He's been here already,
the son of a bitch.

The trail's dry again.

No, it's not.

Well, how do you know?

Laila's telling us.

Okay.
You're crazy.

"The joy of sex"...

"Of mice and men."

That's
your literary mash-up?

That's genius.

Yeah,
unless you're the mouse.

What do you have for me?

Turn around. Get ready.

Okay.

Mm.
Okay.

"Everyone poops"...
Mm-hmm.

"On the road"...

"Far from
the maddening crowd."

Yes! Three titles.
I totally win.

You totally cheated.

"Everyone poops" is not
in this section.

Oh, come on.
Points for creativity.

Ugh.

I know that look.
That's your skeptic face.

I just keep... waiting.

For what?

The other shoe to drop.

What are you doing?

Just do it. You, too.

- We're in the middle of a library.
- Just do it.

Shh!

Sorry.

See? Nothing happened.

We're still here...

Together.

It's a game we used to play.

"I," "a," "s."

Uh, we got a lot
of options here, Hank.

"I.A.S." Could be anything.

Indian Administration Service.

Integrated Appliance Solutions.

International Association
of Sufism.

Okay, it's probably not
that one.

I got it.
Institute for Advanced Study.

"Found in 1930,
I.A.S. Is dedicated to

"the original,
often speculative thinking

"that produces
advances in knowledge

that change the way
we understand the world."

Oh, that sounds apostle-ish.

Guess where it's located.

Princeton, New Jersey.

Some of the world's
foremost thinkers

did their greatest work here...

Kurt Godel,

Robert Oppenheimer.

You don't approve of his work?

No one should create something
they can't control.

Tell that to God.

If you dialed "Princeton 642"
in 1938,

it would ring on the other side
of this door.

But the question is,
who would answer it?

After you.

Excuse me. Have you seen
either of these people?

Have either of you seen these
two people on campus today?

They may have been
together as a couple.

I'm looking for a couple.

Beck.

Student says he saw
the targets enter an office

on the first floor of fuld hall
about ten minutes ago.

Come on.

What the hell?!

- Anyone in here with you?
- - No.

Have you seen
either of these two people?

Yeah. They were just here
about ten minutes ago.

- Go.
- What were they looking for?

The same thing everybody else
is looking for

when they stumble
into this office...

The guy who used to work here.

Who is that?

Albert Einstein.

In January,

nobel prize mathematician
Albert Einstein

visited California.

Ten months later,
he was in exile,

his property seized
by Hitler's new regime.

Germany's loss, America's gain.

Albert Einstein?

Jewish, crazy hair,
kinda smart Albert Einstein

was one of the new apostles?

That's the theory.

You know, it might be
more than a theory.

I'm just reading
a quote of his that says,

"only the church stood

"squarely across the path
of Hitler's campaign.

"I never had

"any special interest
in the church before,

"but now I feel
a great affection

"because the church alone
has had the courage

to stand for intellectual truth
and moral freedom."

So like the other apostles,

he would've been given a clock
to protect.

Where is it?

Figure that out, and we know
where Vincent's going next.

Here's a photograph
from "Life" magazine,

taken in Einstein's office
at I.A.S. the day the died.

Any sign of a clock?

- Not in this photo.
- - Well, it says here,

in accordance with Einstein's
wishes, his office and his home

were not preserved
for a memorial for his work.

However, the historical society
of Princeton is developing

an exhibition featuring

some of Einstein's
personal possessions...

His favorite armchair,
his wooden music stand,

his pipe, and... get this...

His treasured Biedermeir-style
grandfather clock.

Find out where it's stored.

Five card. Nothing wild.

I like it.
Traditional game.

None of this hold'em crap
you see on TV.

Jack high bets.

That's you, Mickle.

Brothers,
can I ask you something?

Are any of you aware
of a sect of Rosicrucians

who fled Nazi Germany but are
still actively operating today

"actively operating"?

That's a rather odd question,
Mickle.

A good friend of mine's
tangled up in a... situation.

He says a man
carrying the rose cross

tried to take his life in India
a few days ago.

What?

That doesn't make any sense.

Rosicrusians,

while outside the circle
of traditional christianity,

are by nature a peaceful order,

dedicated to spreading the
gospel and healing the sick.

The situation you say your-
your friend is tangled up in,

does it have anything to do

with why you ended up
in the hospital?

Perhaps.

Have you considered that, uh,
maybe this good friend of yours

isn't as good as you think?

We're too late.
Vincent's already been here.

How long?

Less than 30.

Apologies.

I'm a few minutes late.

I have the first three clocks.

Tell her it's just
a matter of time

till she has
the object she seeks.

Excuse me.
Are you reading "Disinfo"?

Yeah. You know it?

Know it?
It's like porn to me.

Me, too.

I mean, not the porn part.

Yeah, no, I-I'm not...
Me neither.

I don't...
I'm not into porn.

God.

I was actually just reading
some back issues

on some stuff about Einstein,

and there's apparently
all this speculation

about what he was really
working on before he died.

Did you see the stuff about
the blackboard in his office?

It was the last thing
he was working on

before he was taken
to the hospital.

The... there's this part
right here

that he mysteriously erased
before he left.

There's theories that
before he died,

Einstein discovered something,

an equation that would create
a new form of power,

but he thought that the people
weren't ready for it.

So he erased it so no one
would know what it was.

Hey, Hank.

Did you... did you...
did you find...

I'm sorry, man.

Hey, Rach, you can stand down
on that clock research.

Vincent already found it.

- No, he didn't.
- What?

Put it on speaker.

Vincent doesn't have the clock.

How do you know?

Because the Biedermeir
was built in the 1800s,

and it's been in Einstein's
family for generations.

That means there's no way

the church could've
given it to him in 1938.

So where's the real one?

He must've hidden it somewhere

because he knew he was
going to die.

He refused surgery, saying,
"I want to go when I want."

"It is tasteless
to prolong life artificially."

"I have done my share. It is time to go.
I will do it elegantly."

As an apostle,

he knew he had to protect
the clock.

So he must've hid it somewhere
where no one could find it.

The erased part
of the blackboard.

Einstein hid it
in the only place

he knew it couldn't fall
into the wrong hands.

His mind.

So what
exactly is this thing?

It's
an electromagnetic spectrometer.

Basically what's gonna happen is
the photoelectron spectroscopy

will bounce x-rays off
the surface of the board.

And then
based on the reflection,

the machine should be able
to line map

the chemical composition
on the atomic level.

Then we'll be able to read what
was erased from the blackboard.

Yeah, that's...
pretty much

what I figured
was going on right there.

So... I've been thinking.

If there's one thing
Laila knows, it's clocks, right?

Yeah. And if we figured out
they've got the wrong one,

you can bet she has.

So what is she waiting for?

For us to find her.

You wouldn't be stalling now,
would you?

There's almost a thousand pieces
in this clock.

The clue be in any one of them.

You like taking things apart.

Not as much as I like
putting things back together.

Is that what you did
to your husband?

Put him back together again?

What makes you think
I needed to?

You took a 40-year-old man
who'd never been married...

A man who doesn't believe in
something unless he can see it...

and you made him believe in

the one and only thing
no one can ever see.

What's that?

Love.

And what makes you think
love can't be seen?

What makes you think it can?

Because I've seen it.

Oh?

In post-its filled with poems,
stuck on my bathroom mirror.

And in a yellow tack

given to me every single year
on my birthday,

knowing that wherever
I stick it on the map,

that's exactly where we're gonna
wake up the next morning.

And you know what?

I see it in Hank's eyes

every single time
he looks at me.

In his eyes.

Why is that
so unbelievable to you?

Oh.

What's unbelievable is
it's taking you so long

to fix the damn clock.

Unless, of course,
you have a good reason.

Perhaps, Laila,
you're waiting for something.

Okay, here it comes.

That's it? More math?

This doesn't make sense.

It feels like Einstein
made it impossible.

Not just that he didn't want
the wrong person

to find the clock.
He didn't want anyone to.

Or maybe his blackboard
is just a damn blackboard,

and we're just wasting time.

Wait.

I think we missed something.

It's a clue.

This part here,
the part he erased,

I think it's a cryptovariable.

So what does that mean?

It means that the part he erased
from his blackboard

isn't a math problem.
It's a math solution.

Like a decoder?

Exactly.

But a decoder for what?

Well, maybe all of this.

Give me a pen,

something,
anything to write with.

Hey. Can I borrow
your flashlight?

Yeah.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah. Einstein's files.

Did you know that in
the hospital, the last thing for

was a piece of paper
and a pencil?

I cannot spend my whole life
searching for answers.

Mercer Oak. I've...

I've read about that.

Hey, guys,
we got a lead on the clock.

Mercer Oak.

It's a tree halfway between
Einstein's house and his office,

and he used to stop there
every day for lunch.

Hank, where are you?

28th street.

I-I can't hear.
I'm going outside.

I just... just... just wait
where you are. I'm coming.

It's Laila.
She's leaving a trail.

Hank!

Laila?

Hank!

I'm glad you got my message.

Where is she?

I thought you knew
exactly where she was,

what with those little clues
she's been leaving you all day.

At first I was angry,
but then I realized,

that's the best way
to get what I wanted.

And what is that?

Isn't that obvious?

Some time alone with you,
brother.

My team found the next clock.

I can tell you where it is
if... if you give her back to me.

I'm afraid I'm not quite ready
to do that.

I'd like
to get to know you better.

Your wife filled in
some of the details.

Mm, gushingly, in fact.

I-I don't understand.

What do you... what do you want
to know?

How the two of you met,
for starters.

How the two of us met?

Uhh!

How the two of you met,

for starters.

Cambridge,
four... four years ago,

at the unveiling
of the Corpus Clock.

If I remember correctly,
that is the clock

with the locust on top.

The locust that eats time,

reminding us

that time always has
the upper hand,

always runs out...

As it will for your wife.

As it will for you, brother.

Stop calling me brother, okay?

We have nothing in common.

You know that's not true.

We both understand the shame
of the masquerade

But I've come
to offer you solace.

Deliverance.

What are you talking about?

I-I-I want to see them.

See what?

The flaw, Hank!

Show me the flaw!

Ohh!

Aah! Aah!

Freeze!

Wait here.

Uhh!

Let me tell you why
you're not going to shoot me.

Aah!

Uhh!

Uhh!

We should be
formally acquainted.

Do we know one other?

March 7, 2008.

You killed 270 people.

March 7?

Flight 71.

Let me guess. Husband?

He had a name.

Theo Riley.

But you wouldn't know that.

You didn't know
any of their names.

They were
just collateral damage

in a plane crash that you caused
for God knows what reason!

To you, he was nothing.

To me, he was everything.

Theo Riley.

Seat 17a.

Maybe he wasn't
just collateral damage.

Maybe everyone else was.

You found it.

It's right where you said
it would be. Thank you.

We should celebrate.

The clock isn't the goal.

It's a means to the end,
something to trade.

We will celebrate
when Laila's home.

Careful.

Thanks.

There's something down there.

- What?
- At the bottom.

Hank.

Look at what we found inside
Einstein's clock.

Beck talked about this.

She said that on his deathbed,

The last thing he asked for was
a piece of paper and a pencil.

We could be looking at
Einstein's final thoughts.

Is Paige still here?

- No, she left.
- Bring her back.

We need to translate this.

♪ Queen of heav'n ♪

♪ the ocean star ♪

♪ guide of the wand'rer ♪

♪ here below ♪

♪ thrown on life's surge ♪

♪ we claim thy care ♪

♪ save us from peril
and from woe ♪

♪ mother of Christ ♪

♪ star of the sea ♪

♪ pray for the wand'rer ♪

♪ pray for me ♪

♪ o gentle chaste

♪ and spotless mind ♪

I have some information

I think can help you
and... and your friend.

This sect that you asked about,

they call themselves
"The Shepherds."

Their mission is to protect

only the holiest of relics,

those that are touched
by God himself.

They're ready
to give their lives

and... and take lives,
if need arises.

Who are they protecting
the relics from?

They're known only as
the Great Pirates.

You had a visit with my friend?

What did he tell you?

What's it say?

"I have always regretted
the role I played

in the development
of the atomic bomb."

"But I have a chance
to atone for that now,

to stop something
even more destructive."

From Princeton, New Jersey,

the emergency committee
of atomic scientists,

headed by Dr. Einstein,
has issued an urgent appeal.

"We scientists who released
this immense power

have
overwhelming responsibility

in this world
life-and-death struggle..."

Good.

Good.

"The line
has been crossed."

Now go do your chores.

"The line that once separated
man from his Creator.

We have found a way
to not only destroy man

but God."

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