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Mark Twain once said, be good and you will be lonely.

Now, what he didn't say is that lonely and alone aren't exactly the same thing.

You see, I've been lonely ever since I became the Invisible Man.

But what I was about to find out in the worst way was that I was never alone.

Hey, boss.

What the hell are you doing here?

Where is he?

Who?

Where is he?

Where's Fox?

There once was a story about a man who could turn invisible.

I thought it was only a story.

Until it happened to me.

Okay, so here's how it works. There's this stuff called Quicksilver that can

bend life.

Some scientists made it into a synthetic gland, and that's where I came in.

See, I was facing life in prison, and they were looking for a human

So, we made a deal.

They put the gland in my brain, I walked free.

The operation was a success, but that's where everything started to go wrong.

The day everything went to hell started like any other day, with the morning.

Sunshine, blue skies.

Now, since most of my life is spent in the storm, I've grown to appreciate the

calm that comes before.

My name is Darian Fox. They call me Furious D. And I'm the coolest secret

that you never did see. The man turned me invisible.

Now I'd be miserable. You mess with my hair and I'm bound to get physical.

Now I was locked down and looking at like four walls and a guy named what for

wife. When my brother undercover said that we could help each other if his

mother or the brother would go under the knife.

A hole in my head, a gland in my brain, a needle in my vein or I go insane.

That's a curse of quicksilver to stop the bent flight. I get close to the

madness the more I...

Why don't you... Let me see your eyes.

Shut up.

I'm in. I'm in. What happened?

Write your name.

What? Write your name with this pen. Why? Write it!

I can't.

Why is he still here?

We can protect him here. Take him into lab three and clean him up, please.

Look, will you get the gun out of my face?

Write your name. You go see who I shoot you.

Write your name.

Write it.

Smartass. No, no, no, no, no. Look, you tell me what's going on.

Why don't you tell us? You were there?

What are you talking about?

Somebody got in here last night.

Surprised the official in his office.

And they beat him.

Within an inch of his life. Oh, okay.

What, you think it was me?

Why, huh?

What, could we have argued in the past?

Oh, we don't know why.

All we know is this.

When it dissolves, it falls off your body like snowflakes. It's biodegradable

and it vanishes in two to three days.

That's Quicksilver?

It's evidence.

It's got it all over the crime scene.

The only explanation I had was that you'd gone Quicksilver mad and you

control yourself.

That your tattoo's nowhere near full and you haven't had a shot of counteragent.

Maybe you stole it.

Nope. Whole batches accounted for.

Why'd you do it?

I didn't, okay? I was home all night.

In case you decided to, oh, I don't know, ask.

Well, I kicked in the door. I expected to see a raging psycho. Well, guess

You should have looked in the mirror.

Hey!

Excuse me!

You see anybody else around here with $6 million dandruff? It might have been

someone else.

What do you mean, might have?

It might have been Simon Cole.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, girl. What do you mean exactly when you say the other

invisible man? I mean, are you using a figure of speech of some kind? How could

I not have been told about this? What do you mean you? What about me? All this

time I could have been assigned to somebody else?

None of you are cleared to know.

Well, guess what?

Now we are.

Spill it.

Eberts.

I don't know anything. The official is the only person who has clearance to...

Wrong answer.

We watch you finish a guy's sentences. You gotta know how they start.

Simon Cole was the individual selected for the original I -Man experiment, then

known as Project Quicksilver.

Subtle. Wait a minute, what do you mean, original experiment?

The only people who knew about Project Quicksilver were the official, Kevin

and Simon Cole.

I had recently transferred from the IRS and had not received my top -level

clearance, otherwise, of course, I would have... Stick with the story.

Simon Cole was the only candidate to pass through a rigorous screening

applied to top members of each intelligence agency.

I don't remember being asked.

He said top members.

What's this schmuck like?

I never met him. I don't know what became of him. And whenever I would ask,

official's answer was always the same.

That book is closed.

That book is closed.

Shut up, Ebert.

So if you don't know anything, what the hell are we doing down here?

We maintain declassified files on all of our personnel before they join the

agency. For example, Doctor, we have your Department of Defense record.

Darian, we have your prison record.

Anything on the... These drawers are reserved for you, Robert.

Ah!

Here it is.

He was CIA.

Yale grad goes to the Pentagon.

Makes good.

WB6, what the hell does that mean? It means he was an assassin.

Hello.

Who's that?

Ivy Peterson.

Nice.

Civilian relationship.

God, they sure took enough surveillance pictures, huh?

So, this is his girlfriend.

I say that's where we start.

Wait, hold on.

Hold on, I mean, what?

We're just gonna blindly pursue this guy? I mean, first of all, where the

has he been for the last year? We don't even know what this guy wants.

I'm not so sure.

I found this on the official's chest.

Before I checked your handwriting, I assumed you wrote it.

Here we go.

Hey, how are you?

Abby Peterson, right?

Yes. You're late.

Can I see some IDs?

Nice place?

Yeah, well, when government agents call on the phone and say they want to meet,

you always do it in a public place in private life.

Simon taught me that. He also taught me to always check IDs.

Are you going to tell me where he is?

You don't know?

Well, no.

No.

Not at all. Simon would never tell me classified information.

I mean, I would ask, but he takes secrets very seriously.

So what do you know?

Well, I know that he left last July.

I know I haven't heard from him since.

I know that I call his office at the Pentagon to find out where he is so I

write. And all they say is that he's on assignment.

I mean, he leaves all the time.

Leaves the country.

But he was never more excited than when he left for this last job.

I mean, in all the time we were together, I mean, I could see he was

hide it, but I could tell. He does this thing when he gets excited, he whistles.

Is he dead?

No. But we don't think so.

You don't think so?

Wait, you don't know?

No, no, no, no. He's not dead. We just think that it might be... Excuse

me. Thank you.

What are you doing?

What? This is about what she knows. You're divulging what we know.

Hobbs, we don't know anything.

She doesn't know that.

Come on. She's worried about her boyfriend, okay? She's innocent.

She's innocent. That's right.

Did you see the look on her face? Oh, yeah. It's love.

Well, you never trust love, my friend, because love is blind, and in love is

eyes. Okay, please, okay, you know, you say this stuff, and you think that it

means something, but, I mean, it's really just a... What?

What? Ah, crap.

What?

Oopsies here.

Sam? No.

Well, what do you...

Where?

Oh, you see him.

Oh, where is he?

There. Oh, fuck.

I thought one of you was bad.

Hey, I need a gun. No, he doesn't. Hey, Everts, I want to be a side -to -side.

He's just a little scared. Hell yeah, I'm scared. You didn't see what I saw.

Nobody saw what you saw, Simon Cole.

Yeah, and he was invisible, right? So you're not supposed to be able to see

I'm not supposed to see anything, Hobbs. You ever think of that?

What?

Okay, Quicksilver bends light, right? So when I'm Quicksilvered, it bends light

away from me. So I should be blind, you following me? Right, you're blind.

Because it comes and then it flips around and bends. Right, but I'm not

can see.

Yes, yes.

Why is that?

No clue.

Well, Keeper's got a theory that Quicksilver only bends visible light,

other higher spectrums through, like ultraviolet. Which means you can still

a sunburn, so you've got to watch out for that. So you've got to be careful.

You've got to wear at least a 35 or 40.

It means when I'm invisible, I can see in different spectrums.

I think.

And I think what's happening is I can see Simon Cole through the refraction of

non -visible light off his quick filter, which admittedly sounds like crap even

as I say it, but I know I saw something and it was not cool, okay? And I need

that gun, okay?

We don't have an arms budget.

Agents are required to supply their own weaponry within the confines... Okay,

fine, fine. Then give me one of yours on a loaner.

You're right.

What? Folks, you've been dealing with plenty of psychos, freaks, and weirdos,

and you never wanted a piece before. Now you want a piece. Oh, excuse me if I'm

a tad apprehensive over an invisible assassin.

He's just ticked off because he's a sequel.

Okay, come on, can't you do anything about this?

Um... All right.

Folks.

Folks!

They say the necessity is the mother of invention, and when the necessity is

survival, she can be one mean mother.

Of course, it's her child invention who's a real dangerous one.

Just load the cartridge, pull back the slide, let it go. That's what we're

to do.

Good. That's good.

You sure know what you're doing with this?

I shot it you once, remember?

The way I remember, you tried to shoot yourself. You couldn't even get that

right.

Yeah, well, my invisible counterpart tried something again.

He's going to find I'm capable.

Did you really have to drop this on the ground, Arian?

Hey, I'm on my way to grab the breakfast, Brita, when I pull the rat

out of my pocket, huh?

What do you want me to do, hug him, pet him, call him George?

Well, actually, I think keeping him in one piece might have given you... Good

God. What is it?

I don't believe you.

Must be broken.

Hey, Claire, he's awake.

Look, he's been in and out of consciousness all morning. Just don't

These bones belong to an agency lab rat.

All the rats used by the original design team were genetically engineered so

their bodies wouldn't reject the quick silver test.

Their vertebrae were reinforced to protect the central nervous system. But

importantly, they all have the same genetic coding.

So does our little friend have a name?

LR01.

The very first rat to undergo testing.

Its death is recorded over a year ago.

Okay, what are you trying to say, Simon?

So Mr. Cole broke into him again?

No.

Then where'd he get the rat bones from?

The remainders of LR1 through LR4 were left at the site of the original

Quicksilver lab.

Fuck.

See, I'm one of those guys whose past always comes back to haunt him.

But this time...

I felt like I'd come back to haunt my past.

So this is where you were created, huh?

Charming. I wasn't created, Hobbs. You know, I'm not a superhero.

Hey, you think they got any spiders down here?

Relax, they're synthetic cobwebs meant to keep squatters away.

Surprisingly effective.

Not that effective.

So a nose man made that breach here and did a sweep in two -man teams, huh?

I don't remember.

There was a massacre, so we need to know.

What do you see?

What's wrong?

Kevin died right here.

After the attack, they sterilized the lab and they fielded off for an

investigation.

Looks like somebody forgot to call the maid.

Tell him what he looked for.

I don't know.

All the classified equipment was taken back to my lab a long time ago.

All that's left here are medical supplies and... Rat remains.

And quicksilver clay.

Cover me.

How the hell did you find that?

I don't know.

Here we go. July 15th, 1999.

Arrival 0800 hours.

Complex is sparse, the staff minimal.

But I suppose that's the point.

Believe that you're here. You set a goal, achieve it.

You will commit to this all the way. You guys, this must be Simon's journal.

Excuse me. Hold on for a second, please.

Now look at this, you guys. Chemical testing.

Huh? Dear Spock, have you guys written all the type stuff I went through?

Dear Ivy.

Soon I'll be able to send you all these letters, but in the meantime, I can only

hope you know you're in my heart and mind every day.

Please, okay?

I'm trying to figure out what happened here.

Oh, hold on. Yeah, look, look, look, look.

His handwriting changes.

He's angry.

Nope.

He's invisible.

Yeah, you can tell by the pen strokes, you see?

Can't see his hands.

Trust me.

This has to stop.

Can't take it anymore. Won't take it.

If I can't reason with the official, I'll go straight for the brain trust.

Kevin Fox will know how to reverse it.

He has to.

Go on, go on.

I want my flesh back.

I want everything back.

You've been permanently invisible.

Flip to the end.

Must take charge.

Must take step.

Must get fog.

He was looking for Kevin.

He wanted to kill him.

That's not what he wanted.

Well, you know him so well.

What do you think he was after?

Same thing I am.

He wants to get the gland in his head out.

Well, it's coming this far. It's not going to stop.

There's only one person who could possibly remove it.

We've got to get you out of here.

Do you dream in black and white or color?

Color. Why?

Last night I dreamt in quicksilver.

You think you dreamt in higher spectrums of light?

I don't know.

The only thing I know is that our invisible friend Simon is starting to

me.

Maybe you should just lay off that journal.

I can't.

I mean, it's stuff.

It's fascinating.

I mean, here he is. He says he hates being treated like an animal. You know,

talks about feeling trapped.

You know, I... I know this guy, you know?

I mean, these words, I mean, they could have been mine if I kept a journal on

that. The man's an obsessive psychotic, Darian.

Did you actually read any of this? I mean, like, did you read the letters to

girlfriend?

I mean, he really loved her, you know?

I mean, he... he really...

Love this woman.

I mean, I'm thinking maybe this guy might not be as bad as we think.

How's the boss?

Recovering. He's tough.

That's his job.

All right, so what's this?

I am tired of sitting around on my ass, waiting for Simon Cole to show up and

try to grab the keeper.

Okay? For all we know, he could have been back there at the lab listening to

the whole time.

Let me guess.

You got a better idea.

Always. We're going to go out there, folks, and we're going to get him.

Why don't we just run through the streets throwing powdered sugar in the

see if none of it lands on him?

Why didn't I think of that?

What's the matter with you? Huh?

You been reading this thing or just chewing on it? Look at this. Look at

Look at this.

It's filled with love letters.

Ivy Peterson. All right. I miss your voice. I miss your skin.

I need to talk to you, hold you, kiss you.

He goes on. It gets better. I long for your attention.

I assume you have a point here. My point is that he's not going to go after her.

He's going to go after her.

Understand? What, do you think he was hanging around the cafe the whole time?

You know him, right? Now, come on. Let's go. I already left Ivy a message to

meet us at the same place. Told her we got some news about Simon Cole.

Maybe what are we going to do? Just leave Claire here unprotected?

Hello. I am here, you know.

That's what these men are here for, you see? They're here, they're here, they're

here to protect the keeper, right?

All right. Well, you know what? Thank you very much, but I can take care of

myself. You run along, Darian. I'll be fine.

Come on.

Powdered sugar.

You're sweet.

I like that one.

Where the hell is she?

There we go.

Is that her?

Thanks, son.

Hey.

Ivy? Hey.

Hey.

Is there a problem?

Fox. Hey, sorry.

Look, we didn't mean to startle you. It's just we have to ask you a simple

question.

We want to know if you've seen Simon Cole.

Have you seen Simon?

Hey, Ivy.

No, wait. Come here. Come here.

What's the matter?

Hey,

Ivy.

Stop!

Stop! Stop, please!

Stop! Here we go.

Here we go.

He came back for me.

He said he came back for me.

I gotta find some way to get out of this restaurant.

He seems agitated. I was trying to talk. Don't talk. Don't talk.

G? G, I, good?

Good? You're not, are you feeling, not feeling better?

I, I, I don't believe that's letter I. I think that's the number one.

It's okay.

Simon!

Fox, wait!

It's the Keeper. Where's Darian?

I lost him. He's chasing Simon Cole. Simon Cole is dead. He's chasing

What?

There's only one Glam.

And talk to her like he was Simon Cole?

He said things that only she and Simon knew about. How do you know that?

Where is he? Darian, easy, easy.

I'm going to explain everything.

Where's Simon?

Simon is dead.

He died a year ago.

What happened? I shot him.

We were working on reversing the malfunction that sustained his

Simon didn't want to wait.

He attacked.

That was self -defense.

The gland was harvested from Cole's brain.

Kevin Fox and Arno did teal, then worked out the bugs.

And then you came into the picture.

No. No, no, no. I mean, it can't. I just saw him. It happened while you were

asleep.

No way.

Yes, yes.

You remember when you told me you had a dream in Quicksilver?

Well, that wasn't your dream. That was Simon Cole's.

Simon's memories are inside you.

They're encoded in Quicksilver gland. It's called memory RNA, and it survived

the transfer from his brain to your brain.

What are you saying that all this time it was me?

No, no, we're saying it was Simon.

It was the gland.

Where's Fox?

What do you think he was after?

He wants to get the gland in his head out.

He's taking my memory!

They won't let me write, Charlotte.

I want to.

They won't let me.

What do you mean?

The Quicksilver gland took over my body? No, no. It took over another gland in

your brain. It's the gland that controls us at night.

The pineal gland.

It serves as the brain's time clock, which secretes the sleep hormone

Except in you, Diane.

Somehow the Quicksilver gland and the pineal gland began to interface.

Okay, Jean.

Look, can you just stop?

Melatonin carries instructions to the cells. It affects body rhythms in ways

science isn't even sure of yet. This is ridiculous.

Now, what I think is that Simon's memory RNA in the quicksilver gland caused the

pineal gland to secrete extreme levels of melatonin. I don't care.

Which eased your body into a state where it blindly accepted corrupt signals

from the brain. This happened while you dreamt.

Do you guys seriously believe any of this crap? I mean...

Can you prove any of it?

I gotta admit, Doc, sounds a little fishy.

Thank you.

Fact is, I got a little suspicious when Fawkes here wanted a gun, so I paid him

a covert visit that night.

He was in bed.

Sound asleep.

You should have stayed a little longer. He hadn't awoken a Simon yet.

So you were spying on him.

Doesn't anyone in here trust me?

You trust yourself?

Hell yeah.

I mean, look, I... I don't remember any of this.

And Simon is out there.

I saw him.

Calm down, Fox. I'm calm, okay? It's okay, Darian.

I'm preparing an anti -peptide shot that will dissolve cold RNA in the gland.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Fox?

Easy, big guy.

Easy, big guy. We're going to work through this, okay? Easy.

See? You're hallucinating.

The pineal gland has direct neural connection to the eye. This is why you

thought you saw Simon.

See this?

This is not my imagination.

Should we restrain him?

Don't make us restrain you, nobody, okay?

Don't touch me.

Calm down.

Everyone careful now.

Easy. Fox.

Stay cool, buddy. Come on back. It's okay.

Easy, buddy.

What was that?

Thunderson. It went loud.

Fox.

Fox.

Hi. You stay put. You. With me.

Watch out.

He's dangerous.

You've done the archive.

We got him.

Hurry. Almost rain.

I'm not going to let you have him, Simon.

Fox is my friend.

He's got enough on his mind without chewing your damn RNA in there, adding

his stress.

So why don't you just leave Fox alone? Take me.

Come on.

I'm right here.

Hit me with your best shot.

I knew I shouldn't have given him the gun.

Tom?

I need you to end this.

Only you can do that.

Already did.

Darian's not.

Well, you can thank me later.

Freeze! No, it was... All right, get out of there.

No, other way, flip it.

This shot has to hit the quicksilver gland and nothing else.

Mark Twain, who lived inside Samuel Clemens, said, be good and you will be

lonely. Now, I've been good and I've been bad, but if I was really alone, I'd

dead now. And luckily the tests show no aberrant RNA remaining in the

quicksilver gland.

The last assignment call is out of view, I think.

Yes, Daria.

Just got one question, though.

Is there any way to, you know, kind of cut the communication that has formed,

you know, between the... Q gland and the pineal gland?

Pineal. Yeah, right, whatever. You know, is there a way to separate them or, you

know, put them a couple of feet away from each other or something?

No, I can't promise that.

You see, it's a scenario unique to you. It's never been seen before, but I can

monitor it and I can run some tests.

All right.

All right?

Yeah.

To running tests?

Yeah.

Maybe you're not yourself.

Oh, hey.

Hey, did Hobbs fill you in on everything?

I still don't understand.

How did you know all those things that you said to me?

I didn't.

They weren't my memories.

Look, Ivy, whatever private things I knew about you and Simon, I've forgotten

them now.

But I do know that he loved you.

Well, how do you know that if the memories were wiped away?

Is it from Simon's journal?

It's not the whole thing, but those pages are not classified.

Thank you.

Please don't move so quickly. Nice and easy. Through the doorway. There we are.

Yes, yes. All right, Evers. I know you are. All right.

Why don't you escort Miss Peterson out?

Yes, sir.

Miss Peterson.

Mr. Hobbs.

Oh, yes, sir. Although, in a way, he brought this on himself, I still feel

terrible about beating the crap out of my boss.

I guess most people wouldn't understand that.

Apology accepted.

Your cane's up.

Thank you.

Is he 100 % again? More or less.

Darian, I want you to know that whatever happened to Simon Cole is not going to

happen to you.

Yeah, I know.

I'm not worried.

Suddenly you're the optimist?

No.

I just know there's a big difference between me and Simon.

Something I have that he never did.

What did he mean by that?

It means up.