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You have 60 seconds once they pick up. Do you understand?

Yes. I understand.

If you live within 50 miles of a portal site,

the government strongly encourages you to evacuate immediately.

Leave your homes and get to safety as quickly as you can.

The WDC military are mobilizing troops

and dispatching them to all affected areas.

- Reports indicate that the… - I… I don't recognize the number.

Hello?

Aneesha? Honey, is that you?

Yes. Yes, it's me.

Where are you?

I'm in a FBI field office in Boise.

What are you… Are you okay? Just tell me you're okay.

Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay.

- What's going on? Is she with Trevante? - Is it Mommy?

What are you doing at the FBI? What happened?

I don't know. I went looking for answers.

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought I could figure it out and be back home by dinner,

and everything would just be normal.

Are you seeing what's going on out there?

Yeah.

Are the kids okay? Clark, are they--?

Yeah, they're… They're fine. They're…

They're scared.

We're all scared.

I know, I'm… I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You stay safe. I-I'll be okay.

I'll just explain and…

- …and just come straight-- - That's 60 seconds.

Hello. Hello?

Aneesha. Honey.

Is Mom okay?

Is Mommy coming home?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is.

Me and your dad are gonna go get her.

Right.

I'm gonna go get your mom and bring her home.

And we will all be together tonight. Promise.

Go over to Jenny's. Stay there.

If we're not back by dinnertime, which we definitely will be…

Ry, help her out.

There's some steaks in the fridge. You can do it potluck style.

Got it.

It'll be fun.

Hey.

All the reports, every single one of them, say the fighting is at the portal sites.

And we are thousands of miles away from any of those sites.

We are safe.

Hey, look at me. Hey. Come on.

You don't have to be afraid.

Because why?

Who do we have?

Each other.

That's right.

Luke?

Yeah.

Each other.

Where are we?

Nine miles out.

Nine miles out from what?

Where are they taking us?

Where are they taking us, Nikhil?

Why are we in the middle of nowhere?

You'll want to strap in.

I told you I'd die before I'd come back here.

Welcome home, kid.

I'll kill you. Let me go.

I'll never let you take me again! Son of a bitch. I won't let you.

Just like old times.

Fuck-a-doodle-do. Trevante Cole.

In the flesh.

I've never been starstruck in my life.

But I suppose today's gonna be full of surprises.

I'm sure you know who I am.

I don't have one fucking clue, man.

That's lovely. Charming.

You two are gonna get along beautifully.

Nikhil Kapur. Founder and CEO of Dharmax Industries.

Third richest man in the world. Might be higher after today.

Who are you?

Second richest?

She's with me.

Sure about that?

No. Why are we here?

I don't know why we're here.

I was hoping one of you guys could tell me that.

Where the hell is everyone?

I don't know any more than you do.

Which is not a sentence I think I've ever uttered.

But like I say, today is gonna be full of sur--

It's about fucking time.

After the press conference,

this is what you were trying to tell me. I should have listened. I'm listening now.

Like I said, General, it's about fucking time.

- What was it you saw? - I saw something on the ship.

Okay? Something in the walls. Something alive.

A hunter-killer?

No. No. It's different.

That narrows things down.

I-I can't explain it. Okay?

But I know what I saw, and what I saw is something new.

Something bigger than the others, more powerful.

And whatever it is, it killed Caspar.

But not you.

Why didn't you tell us any of this while you were still in the hospital?

'Cause I didn't remember then.

I find that odd.

That-that's what you find odd?

Look, my first memory was sparked when I saw Caspar's EEG. All right?

When he died. Okay?

The second was when I heard the frequency from the portal,

just when I got spit out. They're connected.

- Connected. - Yes, connected.

Caspar's EEG, the pattern. Okay? They… they…

It's the same as the frequency from the portal.

It just means… it means something. All right?

I just can't see it yet.

Those things…

Those things killed Caspar.

Okay? They killed him.

And they're not fucking done.

And whatever happened before, it's just the beginning.

Okay, so if we played that same frequency,

you'd get another snapshot of whatever it was you saw up there?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You sure that's the right one, mate?

It's right.

No reaction.

I don't understand.

Fuck.

Neither do I, okay?

I don't know what's happening to me, and I can't fucking control it.

That's normal for PTSD.

Your buried memories are bound to come flooding back

as more triggers are tripped during the mission.

The mission?

What mission?

The surprises keep coming.

I can't be here.

Please. I need to get home to my family.

- You think you're the only one? - No, I don't.

So, answer our questions, and we all go home to our families.

I was told I was just waiting for my ID verification. What is this?

You and your husband were involved with the activist group, the Movement.

"Activist"? Why not call it what it was? A terrorist organization.

The Movement wasn't a terrorist organization.

The Movement actively thwarted the military during wartime.

That is the definition of a terrorist organization.

And now you're associated with another terrorist group.

Someone like you consorting with Trevante Cole.

You can't see how that can be concerning.

No. I can't.

What are you guys planning?

What is who planning?

The Movement isn't a thing anymore.

It hasn't been for years.

I'm a doctor at a hospital, my husband is a high school English teacher.

We are not "associated" with anybody.

You were at a rally for the Infinitas group

- and captured at one of their hideouts. - "Captured"? "Hideouts"?

This is insane. We're under attack by aliens.

You should be fighting them, not me.

Do you want to go home? Just tell us the truth.

Where is he? Where is Infinitas?

I don't know. I just met these people.

Ask the woman you brought in with me.

She's not saying anything. She's protecting him.

Are you protecting him?

I am telling you the truth.

I didn't know anything about these people until today.

We ran a data scan at your home address.

A computer at that location shows months of Infinitas searches, chat rooms, boards.

Months?

That's right.

Can you explain that?

No, I can't.

Violence remains isolated to regions directly surrounding

the active portal sites.

Everyone outside the evacuation radius

is encouraged to remain

within the safety of their homes until further not--

You okay?

Yeah. I'm okay. I'm…

Clark?

Clark.

What are you…

I thought you said you were an English teacher?

Well, I wasn't always an English teacher.

This is a satellite image of the vine-like alien webbing spreading out

from our portal site in Alberta over the last 24 hours.

All portal sites are reporting similar activity.

It's clear now the aliens were not retreating to the mother ship to die.

They were regrouping to attack. Trevante was right.

We need to ramp up production on the Neural Darts.

- I'll personally oversee-- - Neural darts are useless now.

So, what… what does that mean?

- They work. They've always worked. - Not anymore.

Scientists around the world have been working nonstop since these opened up.

The prevalent theory they have is the hunter-killers are now hardwired.

Hardwired? How?

This webbing somehow connects the HKs to the mother ship.

And the Neural Darts no longer are effective

because the mother ship signals are no longer airborne.

They're hardwired. Which means we've lost our one real advantage in this war.

Meanwhile, hunter-killers are pouring out of every portal.

So, destroy the webbing.

Blow it up. Missiles, nukes, bombs…

We've tried.

Nukes have no effect on the portals.

Everything else in the vicinity is destroyed, but the portal survives.

And waves of webbing and HK keep flooding out,

pushing us back further and further.

We're projecting 30 days before they completely overwhelm all defenses.

The only solution is to cut the enemy off at its source.

Its source?

The mother ship.

I'm leading a mission to cross through the Dead Zone.

Wait, wait. Hold on. The Dead Zone is called the Dead Zone for a reason.

We've been sending scouts in from the Wall Bases for some time now.

They've sent messages out.

Messages. Great, great. What happened to them?

What happened to your scouts?

Suddenly you're concerned about other people's lives?

Not yours particularly.

You're right.

Nobody came back.

Anyone that goes into that Dead Zone dies there.

Over the past few hours, we've been assembling an elite team of soldiers.

The best of the best.

But you two know more about the aliens and the mother ship than anybody.

Cole and Yamato

are going to guide us directly into the heart of that mother ship

so we can blow it up

and end this once and for all.

Blow it up with what?

He just finished telling us not even nukes are an option.

We're gonna blow it up with a Shard Bomb.

When Trevante stabbed the core of the ship with the shard,

it caused enough damage to bring the mother ship down.

We're gonna strap a Shard Bomb to that same core and obliterate it.

Cut the signal off at the source.

It'll permanently close the portals and de-hive the hunter-killers in battle,

making them easier to stop.

And giving our species a fighting chance.

Right. So just

get all the way through the Dead Zone, yeah?

Which no one's ever done without dying.

And into the mother ship, through a maze that's the size of a city.

And to their central core where you think it's-it's gonna what?

Welcome you in? Offer tea and biscuits?

Victory requires sacrifice.

There's a difference between sacrifice and suicide.

Whatever it takes.

Suicide or sacrifice.

I'm in.

I advise you to call your families, say your good-byes if you need to.

Wheels up. 1800.

Hey. This can't happen.

Was that an order?

You confuse money with authority.

No, no, no. I'm not the one confused.

Mitsuki can't go anywhere near the Dead Zone,

never mind the actual mother ship.

- You know what'll happen to her. - If we're going into alien territory,

we need someone who knows the alien's language.

And if you question that, or me, again,

I'll have you thrown in a military cell

all the money in the world won't get you out of.

You know what? Fuck you very much.

Good luck on your… suicide mission.

I wish you all the best on a prompt and painful death.

- Where do you think you're going? - Home.

No, you're not. You're coming with me.

There's something I wanna show you.

I had 'em pull up the sat footage.

- Look familiar? - No.

Why? Should it?

I would think.

It's what remains of your home, Nikhil.

Is that your face on the tennis court?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

No, I'm not.

No, only because you're incapable of feeling joy.

Right now, yes, I am.

But luckily for you,

you won't be going back there.

'Cause you're coming with us.

Sorry, what?

Well, you designed the neural weapons. Engineered them.

We'll need you there in case something goes wrong with the bomb

or if we need to produce new weapons for whatever's out there.

And if I say no?

Then you get three square meals a day and a prison cell the size of a parking space.

And I can't promise that what happened to your home won't happen to your prison.

No one to call?

Yeah.

Me neither.

I met him once.

Caspar.

In the ship. Their ship.

What do you mean? How?

I don't know exactly.

I went through a portal.

I talked to him.

I'm sorry for your loss.

What happened in there?

I don't know. I don't know exactly.

You don't know exactly. I don't know exactly.

But we're the ones who know most about the aliens and their ship.

Guess this is really a… suicide mission, huh?

Yeah.

They took everything from me.

Yeah, me too.

Hello?

Marquez?

Hi. Can you help us?

I think my wife, Aneesha Evans, is here. I'm here to take her home.

She was with Trevante Cole.

Trevante Cole?

Is he here?

This… This is just a field office.

Aneesha Evans then? Please.

Maybe your wife knows where Trevante went?

Aneesha Evans.

She's here. They brought her in. That's all I know.

Can you go back and check on her?

I'm sorry, we're behind. Just please take a seat.

FBI, please hold.

FBI, thank you for holding.

No, I'm sorry. We don't have that information.

FBI, please hold.

You're married, right?

I figure you don't wanna be here any more than I do.

Probably just wanna be home right now.

Go back to whatever this morning looked like and hold on to that?

My wife, we have three kids at home, and I promised them that we would be home.

So please, I'm begging you.

Check on my wife.

And check on Verna Mae Potter while you're at it.

Look, y'all got my aunt back there. And she needs these.

I'm gonna need you all to take a seat.

I'm not taking a seat nowhere, all right?

My aunt has heart issues. I need you to take these back to her.

Hey. There's nothing you can do out here.

You said you don't have the information, right?

But you can do this.

Help us. Please.

I'll go talk to the agents. That's all I can do, okay?

Thank you.

Now, please, just wait over there.

FBI, thank you for holding.

Just wait here. Sit tight.

When do I get out of here?

ID and warrant checks are taking a little longer than usual.

Given the circumstances, I'm sure you understand.

- I need to go home. - Yeah, I heard you the first ten times.

Let's try 11. When do I get to go home?

Trust me. The second you are processed out, I will let you know.

They weren't too rough in there, were they?

They can't help you.

They can't even help themselves.

Look at 'em.

I don't know what the hell I was doing at your house.

I mean, no offense.

None taken. Well, maybe a little.

You want some?

It's a little stale. Probably haven't changed the machine in a minute.

I'm okay.

Liar.

Sorry.

Bit much.

Occupational hazard.

Truth telling is kind of our thing.

Doesn't make you popular, but it does make you right.

But being right doesn't make you popular either.

Okay, then.

Who is Infinitas?

I can tell you this much.

That…

he's a good soul.

Infinitas cares about people.

You and him have a lot in common.

Again, no offense, but you don't know me.

You ever notice when people say, "no offense",

what it really means is "sorry for being so offensive"?

You were in the Movement, right?

I heard them talking about it.

You all did good work.

Got people food, shelter, protection when the government couldn't, wouldn't.

Infinitas just gives people what the government ain't giving today.

The truth.

You knew what they did to me.

You didn't stop it then.

And you brought me right back here.

- What else could I do? - You could have been a human being

for once in your life.

Your fugues are getting worse.

This can help you.

What is this?

Prototype.

For a neural dampener.

It'll dampen the blast of alien signals flooding your brain.

Can help with the headaches, the fugues.

There used to be hunter-killers in there.

Lots of them.

They were cut off from their hive by technology like this.

To make them silent. Safe.

You want to do that to me? Control me? Put me in a cage?

No, Mitsuki. It's not like that.

This will just stop the noise from coming in.

I designed it specifically for you based on the data we collected.

From torturing me.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't need your help.

And even if I did, how can I trust it?

You think you're better than the aliens?

You both destroy whatever gets in your way, to get your way.

Fuck sake. I'm trying to help you.

We want the same bloody thing.

I want to end this.

End them.

I want the voices to stop in my head.

I want to go back to a life of peace. A life I had before you showed up.

And I want you gone as much as I want them gone.

So no.

We do not want the same thing.

We now have confirmation that all known portals

are active battlegrounds.

The WDC armed forces are fighting off numerous attacks

and using everything at their disposal…

Yeah.

…to keep the combat limited to the established containment radius.

The WDC implores…

You sure you don't want to go home?

Told you.

I came for answers and now this?

I can't go home.

Trevante.

He has something in his head that can help us, I know it.

And I can help him, so, yeah.

If your wife knows where he is, we can find him,

do something to stop this, end it,

and then all go home.

Jamila.

There is no "we."

I'm sorry. Aneesha and I, we are going straight home from here.

Right.

Yeah, I understand.

Your mother, she must be worried about you.

- FBI. - She's used to it by now.

I know what it's like to worry for a child.

- Yeah, understood. - Not something you get used to.

Yeah, well, like I keep saying,

I haven't really had the privilege of being a child

since some things came to Earth, so…

You're still a child to her. Trust me.

What's taking so bloody long?

Hey.

Do you think they gave those meds to my aunt?

Yeah. Yeah. Daft bastards.

But they're not trying to kill anyone.

Right, yeah.

I… I just, I can't have anything happening to her.

My aunt, she stepped up after my mom, she…

You lost your mom?

Yeah.

She's all I got.

I can't imagine what my life would be like without her.

Berringer.

Man, this is crazy, right?

- Ready for you. - That's us.

That all this is happening again?

I think somewhere deep down, we all knew it wasn't over.

Like we were just living

in the moments between, you know?

Yeah.

I know who you are, by the way.

I knew the second I saw you.

I'm sorry about Caspar.

We all lost someone, right?

Okay.

You guys talk to her, keep her busy. I'll check the back.

What do you mean?

You want to see if your aunt is okay, I want to find my wife.

I saw the code she punched when she went back there.

I'm done waiting.

There are a few questions you need to answer.

Your dad is pretty tough.

- He's not my dad. - Who is he then?

An English teacher.

Yes, right there.

Load the Shard component in that one.

Firing wire and the firing trigger in that one.

Make sure the weight's evenly distributed.

These choppers are near capacity already.

Sir?

It's an honor to have you leading this mission.

Your sacrifice showed us the true meaning of service, sir.

I'm not leading this mission.

Hey, man. It's a wonder you can breathe with your head so far up his ass.

Where's Yamato?

She's…

- She's… - She's what?

I've literally never heard you so quiet. What aren't you saying?

Nikhil, we need her on this mission. Did you say something to her?

What did you say?

Where is she?

She is…

right there.

You and I should probably have a little chat

since we're gonna be working together.

I get it.

You're not there with me yet. That's fine. But, let's be clear.

You're here to serve a purpose.

If you prove yourself useful, we won't have any issues.

Understand?

You can hate me all you want, but I did… I do

what needs to be done.

The data we collected from your brain led to the development of neural darts.

The needs of the many…

The neural darts don't even work anymore.

So do you still think my pain was worth it?

For the two years of peace we had?

Absolutely.

Two hours flight time, the rendezvous with main transport,

then eight hours flight time to the Dead Zone.

Ready, Leader One.

Flight path should take us across the edge of the northwest portal battleground.

- So be ready for anything. - Copy that.

What is that?

Nothing.

I thought you said you didn't have anybody.

I don't.

But we're all they have.

Are you praying?

No.

Sounds like you are.

Yeah?

What's it to you?

I just find it funny, that's all.

I mean, God abandoned us a long time ago.

Shit, maybe he switched sides and he's their god now. That ever cross your mind?

We don't need God.

We got him.

That's even funnier.

Only reason we're in this is 'cause he didn't finish the job the first time.

We're all just here to clean up his mess.

Ain't that right, Chief Cole? They used to call you the Hurricane, yeah?

That 'cause you blew through shit and left a bunch of wreckage behind?

Hey, Cole. I'm talking to you!

Verna Potter? Someone brought you these.

Point me to the bathroom.

Be right back.

Oh, my gosh, Clark.

How are the kids? Where are they? Are they with Jenny?

It's okay. They're gonna be okay.

- We need to get out of here. - I know. Let's get out of here.

Oh, my God!

What's happening?

- She's had a heart attack. - Aunt Verna?

- An ambulance is on the way. - Nah. Let me back there.

- I'm sorry. You can't… - You gotta let me in there.

She's my family, man.

No, no, no. What happened?

Does your aunt have any allergies?

No allergies. She just has a bad heart. What-What's going on?

This is not a heart attack. It's anaphylactic shock.

- Does she have EpiPen? - Anaphylactic…

- Epi-what? - Epinephrine.

- Oh, my God. - It's okay.

She's a doctor. It's gonna be okay.

Aunt Vern?

You're sending intel on both of them? Great. Thank you.

I'm a doctor. Give me the bag.

Where's your Epi?

Three, two, one.

Holy shit.

Hey, be careful with her, all right?

What the hell's going on out there?

She's having a heart attack.

- What's she doing? - She's a doctor.

Callen!

She needs to be intubated.

Where are your supplies?

Hey!

Answer me! What's going on?

Okay. One, two…

You had an EpiPen?

- You had that all along? - She could've died.

Thanks for not letting her.

Oh, my God.

Stop! Stop!

- Get in. Now. - Go. Go. Go.

Stop!

Get down.

Aneesha? Aneesha?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Who are you?

Oh, no.

You weren't supposed to be mixed up in this part.

It's you.

You're Infinitas.

On our right. What is that?

What is that?

Leader One to base, we are coming upon

some disturbingly fast-forming alien structure.

What is your altitude?

Six hundred feet.

Brace!

Leader One down. Leader One down…