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[Will]: Previously
on Sanctuary...

[mom whispers]
Stay where you are.

[screaming in terror,
monster roars]

Mommy!

[screaming]

[Magnus]: She was an
extraordinarily brave woman.

She died protecting
you from that creature.

[screaming]

[Addison]:
Father hardly around.

Never had much in
common with his

egghead son anyway.

Then his indictment

just as you were starting
to fit in at the Bureau.

Boy, that must have
been tough on you, huh?

[chaos and rioting]

[man]: Leave him alone.

He did not
do anything.

[Police sirens, rioting]

I land at the airport,
everything's fine.

By the time I
get into town...

[Yusuf]: A mass protest over
the upcoming election.

It's happening
all over the city.

It could last for days.

[Will]: It's gonna make it hard to
keep your Sanctuary running.

[Yusuf]: When I had the support
of the government,

it was much easier.

However, now...

[Will]: I know.

Since Magnus
went independent,

we have to do
things differently.

[Yusuf]: Instead of working with
politicians and police,

I'm now dealing with
thugs and warlords

just to stay afloat.

[Will]: Which is why I'm
here in person.

I'm going to make
a withdrawal from

one of our private
bank accounts for you.

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs heavily]

[Yusuf]: Problem?

[Will]: No, it's nothing.

So I'll meet you later this
afternoon with the cash.

[Yusuf]: Cash?

[Will]: It's untraceable.

It's how we roll now.

[Yusuf]: How much?

[Will]: Enough so that a few
well-placed bribes

will keep you in league
with the new government.

[Yusuf]: This is a very unsettling
way of doing business.

[Will]: It's a brave new world.

[loud explosion]

[Biggie]: What's wrong with it?

[Henry]: Gift card? It's just
a little impersonal.

[Biggie]: He can get
whatever he wants.

[Henry]: I'm just sayin'.

[Biggie]: Well, what'd
you get him?

[Henry]: Deep tissue massage.
- [Biggie]: Huh?

You know that
three-toed hemasloth

we just got in
from Thailand?

[Biggie]: Ah, so you didn't
buy him anything?

[Henry]: It's not about how
much money you spend.

No, it's the thought
that counts.

[Henry]: Exactly.

[Biggie]: Cheapskate.

[Magnus]: What are you
two arguing about?

[Henry]: We're not arguing.

[Biggie]: Will's birthday present.

Will doesn't come
back until tomorrow.

You've still got plenty
of time to shop.

[Henry]: I am not cheap.

[alert warbles]

Perimeter alarm.

[Magnus]: Someone's trying
to break in.

[Henry]: Rooftop sensors.

Someone's coming
in for a landing.

[Magnus]: Chopper?

[Biggie]: Could be a
SCIU attack.

[Magnus]: Bloody hell.

Oohfff...

[wincing in pain]

Hiya, Doc.

Bruno Delacourt.
I should've known.

Lookin' good.

[ ♪ ♪ ♪ Sanctuary Theme ♪ ♪ ♪ ]

[ ♪ Um bah lay a lay gah ♪ ]

[ ♪ Um bah lay a lay gah ♪ ]

[ ♪ Ai ai ai ♪ ]

[ ♪ yai yai yai ♪ ]

[ ♪ Um bah lay a lay gah ♪ ]

[ ♪ Um bah lay a lay gah ♪ ]

[ ♪ Ai ai ai ♪ ]

[ ♪ yai yai yai ♪ ]

[ ♪ Um bah lah lay gah ♪ ]

[ ♪ We hardly know ♪ ]

[ ♪ To shame her ♪ ]

[ ♪ They call me no ♪ ]

[ ♪ Rain man ♪ ]

[ ♪ The seeds were known ♪ ]

[ ♪ Um bah lah lay ga-ah! ♪ ]

Bruno, what on Earth...?

You know, that color
looks great on you--

[Sheila]: Hey, Casanova!

Stow the sweet talk
and gimme a hand?

[Bruno]: Just being
polite, sweetie.

Excuse me. Never
heard of etiquette?

[Sheila]: Yeah. It's a three
syllable word.

Careful you don't
hurt yourself.

[Magnus]: Sheila, if you
don't mind...

Back to my
original question?

[Bruno]: Yeah, right.

My apologies for our
unannounced arrival.

You almost got
yourselves shot.

[Sheila]: I told him
we should've called.

Well, there wasn't
enough time.

Etiquette,
he says...

[Bruno]: I'm doing
this for you!

The little woman's
got a busted flapper.

[Sheila]: You may have
noticed my landing.

[Biggie]: Ugly.

My left wing.

Gives me too much
yaw in my pitch.

[Magnus]: There might be
some tendon damage.

[Bruno]: High tension wire.

[Sheila]: Thanks to you.

[Bruno]: I told you "Turn left!"

[S]: But you always get
your directions reversed.

[B]: Well, this
time I didn't.

[S]: Ya picked a fine
time to get it right!

Oh dear God.
- [Bruno]: Listen, cupcake,

don't project your
anger on me--

How about I get
you both inside?

[Sheila]: Thanks, doc.

[Bruno]: We-we went over
this last session.

It's all about the anger
that's projected--

her inner anger--

projected onto me.

I didn't understand it
at the time, but...

now I have a better grasp--

[Biggie]: And you wonder
why I'm still single.

[Magnus]: I don't see
an actual tear.

[Bruno]: Aces, honey.
You hear that?

[Sheila]: So why
does it hurt?

[Magnus]: Well, there are
some lacerations

on your upper primaries,

but nothing seems to have
penetrated the speculum.

You say a high tension
wire did this?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[Magnus]: Odd.

With that sort
of impact,

I would expect to see
some ragged tearing,

but these cuts look -
very precise.

Hmm, yeah, odd.

[Magnus]: As if they were done
with a sharp object

like a blade.

- Go figure--
- I told you--

[Bruno]: Hush, my little
love pump.

You know, she's still
very traumatized.

C-Could you...

Could you give
us a moment?

[Magnus]: Gladly.

I'll come back
to check on you,

but you're going
to be fine.

[Video game sounds]

[Magnus]: Ah, so this
is where you're hiding.

[Henry]: What?
I'm not hiding.

[Magnus]: Ha ha, right.

[Henry]: Okay, I'm hiding
a little bit.

But you gotta admit,
those two are toxic twins.

[sighs] Yeah, they
are a handful.

[Henry]: Yeah. How's
Sheila doin'?

[Magnus]: Oh, she'll be fine.

[Henry]: But?

It's just that the
forensic evidence

doesn't match their story
of the physical trauma.

You think
they're lying?

Or at least
faked the injury.

Why?

[klaxons wail]

[Henry]: Attempted breach.

Roof?
- Armory.

[Magnus]: Ah, makes sense.
Henry...

[tablet beeps, alarm stops]

[Bruno]: I say get me the
hell out of here!

Somebody's just a
little paranoid?

[Bruno]: I hear your anger,

I acknowledge
your point of view,

and I want to address
your concerns.

[Magnus]: Bruno, I'm
not the police.

Whatever penny-ante scam
you're running in Old City

is none of
my concern,

just so long as
no one gets hurt.

[Bruno]: Please, Doc,
come on--

But when you're
under my roof,

you play by
my rules.

Okay... I'll admit

we've been a little less
than straight with you.

What were you try to
steal from the Armory?

There's this shipment
of Red List abnormals

on its way
into town,

clearly headed for
the black market.

Clearly.

Clearly, I couldn't
let that happen.

Not so clear.

Okay, well, see, Sheila
and me, we had a plan.

We were gonna scam our
way into the Sanctuary,

grab a few stunners,

and then head out
to the drop spot--

[Magnus]: And do what...

take down the smugglers
and secure the abnormals?

Way ahead of
me, as usual.

[chuckling] Please.

What's in it
for you?

Okay, that is
exactly the reason

why I didn't come
to you directly.

You don't
believe me.

Can you blame me?

[Bruno]: You know what
I'm gonna do?

You're so positive
that I'm scamming?

Go ahead,
call my bluff.

I'm not too proud to admit
I could use a little help.

So you and I--

Join forces, yes.

Come on, with my intel
and your experience?

[chuckles] Love it.

You're gonna love--

Love it. You're
gonna love that?

Come on. You'll love it--

If these Red
Listers do exist,

my priority is
to make sure

they don't fall into
the wrong hands.

Obviously, sure.

And I'll be keeping a
very tight leash on you.

Meow...

[Biggie mutters]

It's healing nicely.

[Sheila]: You know, Cecile's
been asking about you again.

[Biggie]: Uh-huh.

[Sheila]: So is it too much effort
to pick up the phone?

[Biggie]: Magnus says
you should um...

take it easy
for a few days.

[Sheila]: Ah, so you just
waltz into Old City,

break a few hearts,
and then you're gone?

[Biggie]: No...

[Sheila]: What, you think you're too
good for a Ferrolump, is that it?

[Henry]: Hey--

[Biggie]: Thank goodness
you got here.

[Henry winces]
Sh-shooting pain!

[Biggie]: Huh? Oh. Sorry.

[Henry]: Magnus wants
to see us.

[Biggie]: Good. Later.

[Henry]: All of us.
- Huh?

She still keeps
a lock of your fur.

Brrrr...

[honking]

[cell phone chimes]

[messages chiming]

[cursing]

You need a hand?

[Smack!]

Will!

[Will gasps]

W-W-What
did they take?

[Yusuf]: Everything.

[groaning]

[Yusuf]: Oh, you've got
a nasty gash there.

[Will]: No...
I- I can't...

What is it?

I can't see.

Get me back to
the Sanctuary.

The militia have blocked
off the main roads.

We need to get
off the streets.

[Yusuf]: Okay, this way...
this way.

There's a bed
at your foot here.

Lie down.

Easy, easy, easy.

This place belongs
to my cousin.

You'll be safe here.

Look up at
the ceiling.

[Will]: What are
you doing?

[Yusuf]: When I was
in the army,

I had a friend who
suffered a similar blow.

Similar symptoms,
I think maybe.

[Will]: Concussion?

[Yusuf]: Detached retinas.

You have to lay absolutely
still, on your back,

and try not
to move.

Permanent blindness.

There's a thought...

[distant gunfire outside]

[Yusuf]: I cannot
stay with you.

[Will]: Your family,
I know.

I'll be fine.

Go.

[Yusuf]: I'll be back with help
as soon as I can.

[Biggie]: Comsats on
channel one,

and no idle
chit-chat.

[Biggie]: What's going on?

You know, Bruno,
it would help

if we knew exactly
where we were going.

Yes, you will know
when we get there.

It's not how I
usually operate.

Living on the edge.
My kinda gal.

[Sheila]:
Are you flirting again?

[Bruno]: Babylicious, never.

[Henry]: All right, before I
choke on my own bile...

These are fully charged.

[Bruno]: Perfect.
Where's my stunner?

[Sheila]: Oh, yeah, mine too.

Not even going to have
that conversation.

Wait, you don't
expect us

to go unarmed,
do you?

As far as I'm
concerned,

the two of you are
back-seat drivers.

You get us there,
we'll do the rest.

[Henry]: Um, Doc, can
we have a word?

You know we got
your back, always,

but tag-teaming with
Heckle and Jeckle?

You don't actually
trust them?

Of course I don't,

but we need
their information,

however dubious
the source may be.

Okay, chop chop!

Let's get this party
started, huh?

[Bruno]: Sibilance...

Is your-- are you getting
anything on yours?

Just stay alert.

[Yusuf]: I found a first aid kit
in an army truck.

It's not much,

but until I can
bring back a doctor...

[Will]: Or a wagon-load
of Tylenol.

Here. Morphine.

Each pump is point
three milligrams.

Can you self
medicate?

How do you think I
got through college?

It's good you have
a sense of humor.

I'm here all week.
Tip your waitress.

I'll be back as
soon as I can.

But remember,
don't move.

[Young Will]: You know, it doesn't
feel like a year.

It feels longer.

[Jacob]: I know, Will.

She'd be very
proud of you.

Come on, it's
time to go.

Already?

[Jacob]: Daddy has to catch
a flight, remember?

I have that big business
meeting in Houston.

[Will]: That's in Texas.

I can name
all 50 states.

[Jacob chuckles]
That's good.

Come on, Nanna is
waiting for you, all right?

She made you that
special cake. Let's go.

[Will]: Can I have
a minute?

[Jacob]: I'll be in the car.

[Magnus]: Douse the lights.

[Bruno]: Bah-dah-bing.
Just like I promised.

[Henry]: Yeah.

Let's not count our abnormals
before they hatch.

Right, you two stay here.
-[Sheila]: Honey...

[Bruno]: Whoa, whoa, wait,
you're making a big mistake.

I'll live with it.

[Magnus]: All right, fan left.

[Magnus]: Anything?

[Henry]: Nada.
[Gun shot]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[Stunner fires]

[Sheila]: Hey, shouldn't you
go and help?

[Bruno]: Shh, be still,
Honey Lips.

Let the professionals
handle it.

[gunfire]

[Stunner fires]

[Magnus]: Henry!

[Gunfire]

[Stunner fires]

[Magnus]: Well done, Henry.

[Henry]: Back atcha.

[Bruno - whispering]: I think
we'd better...

Yeah, let's go.

[small abnormals coo]

[Henry]: Whoa.

It is a Red
List shipment.

[warbling from crates]

Stolen from Colombia,
by the looks of it.

Henry, we need to
get this container

back to the
Sanctuary.

[snarling and tweeting]

[Magnus]: Bruno!

[Bruno]: You! Look at your...

The way the streetlight,
the lamp--

Don't...speak.

[Bruno]: It's beautiful.

Just hand it over.

[Bruno]: What?

Diamonds and
abnormals?

What an amazing
coincidence.

You lied to me.

[Bruno]: I promised
you Red Listers.

You got Red Listers.

[Magnus]: Yeah, you
failed to mention

a small fortune
in diamonds.

Details.

That's a nice
haul, dude.

[Magnus]: Really moving up in
the criminal world.

The diamonds
aren't for us.

Let me explain this,
Cuddle Cakes, okay--

Yeah, 'cause you're doing
such a great job already.

[Bruno]: Really?
- [Magnus]: The diamonds!

We need them to buy weapons.

Can you not see

how this is going
in the wrong direction?

[Sheila]: Let me explain.

No, no, no, no,
let me explain--

[Magnus]: Someone.
Please explain.

[Henry]: What are you doing
with the weapons?

[Bruno]: They're not for us.
- Perish the thought.

[Bruno]: No, they're for the
international arms dealer.

[Sheila]: Yeah. Yeah, you see,

we sell the weapons,
make a hefty profit,

which we need.

Do you?

[Bruno]: Of course we do.

For the orphans.

[Magnus]: Orphans?

You're giving
weapons to orphans?

[Sheila]: Okay, now,
that's crazy.

[Bruno]: Okay, follow
me here.

We need the diamonds
to buy the guns.

We then sell the guns,
double our profit.

And we use
that money

to pay the black
marketeers.

And save the orphans
from being sold into slavery.

Ta dah!

Cue the violins.

I got nothing.

It's stunning.

So, what do
you say, Doc?

Hand over the ice,

and it's high fives
all around, huh?

[Sheila squeeks in complaint]

[Biggie]: t'd be so much easier
if we just killed them.

[Bruno]: Come on,
this is a travesty.

[Magnus]: We'll check out your
story. Until then...

[Bruno]: Oh, what, we don't get
a phone call, Magnus--

[door slams]

And... peace.

[Biggie chuckles]

Holy crap.

[Magnus]: Pray tell.

[Henry]: Well, I was
pokin' around

where I shouldn't
be pokin' around.

[Magnus]: Ah, good lad.

[Henry]: NSA, Homeland
Security, real backdoor

wet-job stuff here.

[Magnus]: And the
bottom line is...

[Henry]: Looks like maybe Bruno
was telling the truth,

at least about
the weapons.

It seems there
really is a shipment.

Anti-abnormal
prototypes.

Specially
designed by SCIU.

[Magnus]: Oh, dear lord.

[Henry]: There's some really
cool stuff here,

except for the fact

that it's designed
to kill abnormals.

[Magnus]: Then we better
intercept that shipment.

Define "we"?

Tasting a little crow?

Don't push your luck.

So we'll get
the weapons?

I'll get the weapons.
You'll stay here.

[inhaling doubtfully]

What?

That's not gonna fly.
Pardon the pun.

[Sheila]: Technically,
that's not a pun.

Throwing your
correspondence school

diploma in my face again?

What is it, onomatopoeia?
- Not a pun.

I'll get the
weapon prototypes,

but not for profit,

just to keep them out of
the government's hands.

But I already
made the deal.

The seller's expecting
to see us. He sees you,

he's going to
smell a rat.

No offense.

[Jacob]: Will...

your dinner is
getting cold.

[Jacob]: Will...

[Young Will]: I'm not hungry.

[Jacob]: I said I was sorry.

[Will]: The team's
in the finals.

It's going to be the
last game of the year.

[ Jacob]: So I promise,
I'll get you

tickets for
next year.

Box seats for
both of us.

It's just right now,
we're just going

through a tough
time, that's all.

What happened to all
mom's insurance money?

[Jacob sighs]

We're going through
a rough spot.

Business has not
been great.

[Will]: Scott says he saw you
at his house last night.

I had to talk to his
father about something.

He saw you
playing cards

with his dad and
a couple other guys.

You said you'd stop.

It was just a friendly
neighborhood game,

and don't you quiz
me like this, Will.

Look, Will...

I know you miss your
mother, especially today.

Believe me,
I miss her too.

It doesn't matter.
Just forget it.

[Jacob]: It's just
some nights

I need to blow
off a little steam.

I mean, it isn't
easy without...

When you get older,
you'll understand.

It's okay.

I'll get another
birthday next year.

[Jacob sighs heavily]

Come eat.

[Henry]: Ah,
I don't like this.

You trust them with
those diamonds?

[Magnus]: Just be ready
to move.

Hey, is that him?

[Bruno]: Of course it's him.

[Sheila]: Well, you should
go talk to him.

[Bruno]: Will you stop
micro-managing me?

Seriously?

[Bruno, whispering]:
Let's go. Come on.

Stay close to me.

[Bird calls]: Caw-caw!
Caw-caw!

[Sheila]: He won't
understand...

[Bruno]: Let me do this,
please!

The eagle has landed!

Hey, buddy?

[knocking] Come on...

Buddy, what's--

[Sheila yelps]

[Henry]: That's never good.

[Magnus]: Damn it.

[tires squeal]

[Bruno]: Go, go, go!

[shots blast]

Go! go!

[stunners blast]

[Sheila gasps]

[Henry]: Definitely
government types.

Looks like Bruno
was set up.

Speaking of which...

[Henry]: Aw, they wouldn't.

They did!

[Cawing overhead] Caw-caw!
Caw-caw!

[Biggie]: I'm just saying
it looks bad.

The place is
like a war zone.

[Magnus]: Still no word
from Yusuf?

No answer on either
of their phones.

If the government
has fallen,

they could have
been detained.

[Henry]: I should have
gone with him.

[Biggie]: Declan called
from London.

Says he can put a team
on the ground in Monrovia.

He's got friends
in Dakaar.

[Magnus]: Will may just have to
lay low for a while.

In the meantime, stay
on top of the situation.

[Biggie]: Locked on
to Al Jazeera.

So, how'd it go with
Ozzie and Harriet?

Uh... not as well
as we'd hoped,

but we're about
to remedy that.

[Biggie]: Uh-huh.

And where you
two headed now?

Bird hunting.

I may not be a
genius, babe, but...

I do have
my moments.

[Sheila]: And what,

and I stood nearby
and slow-clapped?

Please...

[Bruno]: You were good,
Lambchop.

[Sheila]: No, you were
good, Honeybear.

You looked so
handsome,

flying away with all
those heavy cases.

[Bruno]: All the working out
paid off, didn't it?

[Sheila]: Oh, you look
incredible...

Yeah?
- Mm-hmm...

[Magnus]: You are both
incredible.

[Bruno]: How did you...?
Did you take the stairs--

[Magnus]: Start talking.

I welcomed you
into my home,

and you manipulated
the entire situation.

[Henry]: Shame on
both of you.

Okay, I can see
why you're angry,

but I promise you, this
wasn't a double-cross.

Really? Then what
would you call it?

[Sheila]: A mix-up?
And I don't like your tone.

I got this one,
Love Muffin.

Okay, here's the thing:

We needed to make sure
the weapons were secure.

[Sheila]: He was actually
very heroic.

[Bruno]: It was pure instinct,
but thank you, darling--

[Magnus]: Before I vomit?

[Bruno]: Those
government agents,

who are they
working for again?

[Henry]: SCIU.

Cool. Anyway, they
compromised our contact

before we arrived.

It was all happening
in real time.

I needed to do something
to protect the mission.

So you flew off and left
us to fend for ourselves.

You...wanted us
to stay and help?

[Sheila]: They had guns!

[Bruno]: Yeah, no, no.
We fly, you guys kick ass.

It's the law of
the universe,

and, hey,

it all worked
out in the end.

Except for the
part where you

stole the weapons and
tried to hide them from us.

I was about
to call you.

[Henry]: My head is about to explode.
- [Magnus]: Wow.

[Bruno]: I appreciate, Doc,
how this all may look,

but we were
both set up.

[loud unrest outside]

[winces in pain]

Son of a bitch...

I take it you're
referring to me.

Unless you meant Joyce,
in which case, I agree.

[scoffs quietly]

What's on your
mind, son?

I'm just grabbing
the last of my things.

Books and crap.

I'll leave the trophies.
You can have 'em,

or sell them,
whatever.

[Jacob]: Okay.

Is this what
your shrink called

being passive
aggressive?

I don't see a
shrink anymore.

You said I
didn't need it.

Or wait, you said
we couldn't afford it.

Okay, so that's
what this is about.

Now, let's see.

I pay for
your tuition,

I pay for
your expenses.

I pay for everything
you ask for--

Excuse me, I'm there
on a scholarship.

All right, so this isn't
about money being tight.

So I think you have something
you want to say to me, so...

why don't you
just say it?

What the hell are
you doing, Dad?

That is none of
your business.

"Private investors"?

"Full collateral recourse"?

This is fraud.

No, that is
a business

opportunity, and
we need it.

I don't.

I don't want
any part of it.

Oh, but you want summer
placement at Johns Hopkins,

at Columbia. Well, where do you
think that money's going to come from?

I don't know,

an honest
day's work?

Who the hell do
you think you are?

I give you everything
I have, everything!

Every opportunity,
I make it work--

Yeah, you make it work
as best you can. I get it!

Don't you bring her up to me.
Don't you throw that at me.

Well, what do
you expect?

Is this what she
wanted for us?

For you?

You can't even...

You pay for Harvard,
but you hate me for it.

I'll tell you what.

From now on,
I go my own way.

You're off the hook.

Will, Will, look, look...

This could work--

It doesn't work, Dad.

And face it,
it never did.

You kept your
promise to her.

You did that.

The rest?

I don't want
it anymore.

Yeah...

[Magnus]: Henry,
take the weapons.

[Henry]: Absolutely.

[Bruno]: Wait a second, w-

[Magnus]: And the diamonds.

Honestly, I think
that's a bit extreme.

[Magnus]: Really?

Because according to you,
we were both set up,

so none of this
is your fault,

in which case, we should
confiscate the weapons

and return the gems
to their rightful owners.

[Bruno splutters]

What is this, a
Hallmark moment?

You need to see the
bigger picture here.

[Sheila]: We need this stuff!

So you are in this
for the money.

[Bruno]: For good reason.

[Henry]: Whoa, if you
say "orphans”...

These kids need
our help, yes!

And you're taking food
from their little mouths!

[Henry]: Now, that,

that's a Hallmark
moment.

We are doing all of this
for children in need.

If you think helping
the needy is a

worthless venture,
the go ahead

take it, take it.

Yeah, take it all.
Here. There you go.

Oh, you are a
nasty woman.

[Henry]: Angry Birds...

there are
no orphans.

What choice
do we have?

Our trust has been
betrayed at every turn.

I'm sorry,
to both of you,

but this is the end of
us working together.

[Henry]: Oh, amen.

I understand.

I want to thank both of
you for all you've done.

It didn't work out.
That's life, right?

Onward.

[Magnus, sighing] Onward.

[Henry]: I'm not trying to sound
like a snob or anything,

it's just that some
abnormals lack a certain...

"class" is the word.

[Magnus]: But what if they're
telling the truth?

[Henry]: About the orphans?

[Magnus]: If they do exist,

can we afford to
turn our backs?

[Henry]: Doc, I've looked
into it, okay?

There's nothing on any
boatload of missing kids.

Oh, and wait,

the Flying Bickersons

have screwed
us over twice.

[Magnus]: Think back
over recent events.

Something about
this isn't right.

[Henry]: Yeah, the fact that
they're lying thieves.

Thieves, maybe.
But liars?

Not deliberately.

They might have
filtered the truth,

or been a bit selective
with the information--

[Henry]: Which is commonly
known as lying.

[Magnus]: The intel they supplied
is essentially correct.

The Red List shipment.
The weapons buy.

[Henry]: The stash of diamonds.
The stealing.

[Magnus]: It's an
imperfect world.

Being flexible
with our allies

gives us more than
condemning them.

The days of judging things
at face value are over.

[Henry]: So we've
gone rogue,

and now we have to hang
with the deadbeats,

I get that, Doc,

but we don't
have to trust them.

[Magnus]: Maybe we need to stop
being so judgmental.

[Henry]: This is that whole 113 years
of Zen philosophy, isn't it?

[Magnus]: You know
what I mean.

[Henry]: I really don't,

but I do know what
you're going to say.

Something I need you
to check for me, Henry.

[Henry]: Of course there is.

[Bruno]: No tears, babe.

You said we'd get
the money, Bruno.

You said this
would work.

It will,

I promise.

Have I ever
steered us wrong?

Have I?

You swear to me.

I swear,
it's not over.

[Bruno]: Come on,

a nice little workout
to clear the head?

Come on, come on,

You love it.
You love it.

Ha ha ha! Whoo!

Ha ha. Tsk...

Doofus.

[Jacob]: Thank you.

[Jacob]: Look at you.

[Will]: Hey.

[Jacob]: Come here,
come here...

[Jacob chuckles fondly]

So y-you're done
with Quantico, I hear.

[Will]: I got a few
weeks left.

I still don't know where
my posting will be.

[Jacob]: Wow...

You know, you
owe me for this.

[Will]: Dad--
- [Jacob]: I mean, really.

You wouldn't have
become a big...

bigshot profiler unless
you had me as a dad.

You practically grew up
in a criminal environment--

Dad, don't do this.

Don't make it harder.

[Will]: I spoke to
your lawyer.

[Jacob]: Yeah, I know.

You better get used
to this color on me.

Look, you came,
we talked,

and as you said,
you're off the hook, Will.

[Will]: Listen to me.

I went through your
file in Washington,

all of it.

Now, there's a clerical error
in a witness deposition

prior to your arrest.

It's not much,
but I think I can

alter the data to
make it look like-

[Jacob]: No. No, Will.
No, no, no--

[Will]: Your counsel thinks
that they can move

for a retrial, maybe
even a dismissal--

That is not
going to happen.

Do you hear me?

I have people
working on my case.

I did not ask you
for your help.

You're looking at
five to seven years.

[Jacob]: Don't you dare get
yourself involved!

Years, Dad!

Is that what you want?
- You stay outta this!

Do you understand me?

You stay out of this!

You stubborn bastard.

[Jacob] Wait, Will,
Will, Will...

Wait a minute.
Will! Will!

Will, wait! Will!

Yeah...

[Will]:
Stubborn bastard.

[Yusuf]: Will?

[Will]: How long
have I been...

[Yusuf]: Two days.
How do you feel?

[Will]: Awesome.

[Yusuf]: The doctor has
come and gone.

He says if they haven't
reattached by now, then--

[Will]: Yeah, well, I guess
we'll see, won't we?

How are you,
are you okay?

[Yusuf]: Fine.
The fighting has died down.

I didn't mean to
leave you so long, Will.

I had to make
sure that my

wife and children
were safe.

[Will]: That's okay.

[Yusuf]: My sons are
teenagers.

Idealists.

They hear
the fighting,

the mobs.

They want to join the
fight, to pick up arms.

When that happens,
I'll do anything

to keep them
from harm.

Will?

Well, I won't be
reading the newspaper

anytime soon, but...

[sighs] Nice room.

[Yusuf]: That's good news.

[Will]: Yusuf...

are your kids
all right?

[Yusuf]: With my sister
in Sefula.

That's good.

[Yusuf]: You should rest.

I have more pain
medication for you.

[Will]: No.

Just get me
a phone.

[Henry]: Hmm...

Hmm...

Yup.

[Magnus]: Henry...

[Henry]: I am
collating here.

[Magnus]: Well, either
do it silently

or tell me
something.

[Henry]: Wow, what happened
to the Zen patience?

[Henry]: Hmm.
Found something.

Interpol warrants
for a Red List

supplier out
of Dublin,

Finn Noland.

[Magnus]: Warrants
for what?

"Child slave trading.”

[Henry]: Yeah, keep reading.
The encrypted data?

[Magnus]: "Abnormal
child slave trading."

Dear God.
- Yeah.

Noland is an
extremely bad dude.

The rumor mill puts
him in town, tonight,

with cargo,
at the docks.

Orphans.

If Bruno and Sheila

try to intercept
this shipment alone...

Oh, that could
go very badly.

I think you owe both
of us an explanation,

and an apology.

[Noland]: The agreement
was simple.

You bring me
the money,

I give you the
wee kiddies.

No dollars for me,
no merchandise.

[Sheila]: You monster!

You tried to alter
the deal, didn't you?

I can't have that.

Kill the both
of them.

[Bruno]: Wait a second,
wait a second.

Here-Here's the thing,

we can get you
the money today.

[Sheila]: Bruno...
- I got this.

[Noland]: I thought so.

[Bruno]: Yeah, okay, so,
you're a busy man.

Right. Let's just...

So let's talk
price here, huh?

What do you need

for me to
take all these...

these drooling, screaming,

annoying little kids
off your hands, huh?

[Noland]: Street value
on all of them

is five million dollars.

[inhaling in shock]

[Bruno]: No bulk discount?

[Sheila]: How can
you do this?

I mean, just- just
look at them all!

They need food,
shelter, love.

Who knows what they've
all been through?

[Noland]: I do.

You have just
released a tigress!

[Sheila, seething] You...

You are going down,
you hear me?

You Eurotrash,
central casting--

You married her?
- Cheap cologne-wearing hairpiece!

Yeah. Fiery passion
is so intoxicating.

[Noland]: Flying woman,
scream all you want.

Those children
are mine to sell.

There's no one here
who can help you.

[stunners blasting]

Ha!

[Stunner blast]

[kick thuds heavily]

[Sheila]: Oh, get us loose,
get us down, please!

[Bruno]: It's about time.

[Sheila]: Get us down!
Get us loose from here!

[keys jingling]

[Henry]: Doc?

[Sheila]: Please,
please, Dr. Magnus...

[Magnus]: Of course.

[Sheila]: May I?

[Magnus]: Absolutely.

[Sheila]: Come on.

It's okay.
You're safe now.

[laughing in delight]

[Sheila]: Oh, you're
all safe now.

[laughing happily]

Oh, Bruno,
look at them all.

They're so gorgeous.

[Bruno]: Yeah,
they're beautiful.

We've got
a family.

I need to
get a job.

Yes, you really do.

Yeah.

Dammit...

[sniffling]

Every time!

Sub-retinal fluid
is coming in well.

Iris looks fine.

How's your head?

Were you always
a brunette?

Not always.

You, William,
are fit for duty.

And by that I mean
a well-deserved pint.

[Will]: Thank you.

[Henry]: Dude, how
you feeling?

[Will - squinting]: Biggie,
is that you?

Hey, yeah,
you're fine.

[Henry]: All right, you guys
ready to go?

I am starving.

Private room
at Alfredo's,

the wine is on me,
cake is on her.

Surprise.

Surprise!

[Will]: Thanks a lot, guys,

but, uh...
I have other plans.

Will?

[Magnus]: Henry?

[Henry]: You heard about
the cake, right?

Save me some.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

Hey.

[Jacob]: Hey, you.

[gasps in surprise]

Roy Halladay?

Get outta here.

No big deal. I know
a guy in Philly.

We did time
together.

[chuckles awkwardly]

I could murder a steak.
How about you?

As long as
you're paying.

Me?

I'm the one who
got robbed in Liberia!

Yeah, right.
That's cheap, kid.

You're breakin'
my heart.

Look at you.

Come here.

[Jacob chuckles happily]

Yeah.

[ ♫ ♫ ]

Didn't hurt.