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(heart beating)

(Monroe breathing heavy)

- How did I not see that?

(alien roar)

(distant police siren wailing)

(dog barking)

(nails tapping)

- Hey, I'm not here to protect your drink.

While you were gone, this guy drank it.

(faint muddled television broadcast)

- Gimme another.

(Mikhail sighs)

- I'm sorry, mister, I thought it was free drink.

- Nothing's free anymore.

- I will pay.

I have no money.

- Forget it.

- But I would like to buy you drink.

- I'll buy you one.

What are you having?

- Tequila.

- We get a shot of Titanium please?

(bottles clanking)

(bottles clanking)

(speaking in a foreign language)

Thank you, mister uh--

- Monroe.

- Monroe.

(clanking above on stairwell)

(heavy breathing)

Would you like to see my friends?

- No time, gotta meet someone.

- I will make fast.

- How long you had those guys?

- This one is not guy.

This one is girl.

His girl.

Usually, Putin waits

until Gorbachev is eating.

And then when his back is turned,

he has his way with Ana.

Maybe you can see when you have more time.

Would you like to kiss Ana?

- No thanks.

- Make sure you take your friends with you

when you leave.

- Da, Yelena.

(sighs)

I like you, Mr. Monroe.

One more before you go.

- Think I need to take a leak.

- Think I'll take it outside.

- Citizens throughout the Western Territory

gathered today to remember the loss of human lives

resulting from the virus.

(metal clanking on stairwell)

(moving to dramatic music)

Thought that you said bye to me.

(gun firing)

(Monroe grunting)

(stab thudding)

(train whistle blaring)

(train rattling)

- Speaking in Chinese.

(car alarm beeping)

Next train arriving at Midtown Station in four minutes.

(monitor whirring)

- 4112 standby.

(Harrison sighs)

Good evening, Harry.

You have six priority messages from Chief Inspector Carter.

(electronic beeping)

- Call Carter.

(phone beeping)

- Harrison?

- Yeah.

- Where have you been?

- Off the grid.

Call it a vacation.

- Next time you go on vacation,

do me a favor and let me know.

- Not my job to anymore.

Besides--

- Monroe was hit.

- How bad?

(train whirring)

Carter?

- He didn't make it.

Taft wants to meet.

- When?

- I'll forward you the location and time.

- Monroe's data scan came back

with traces of Dropa DNA.

- So what brought it out?

- Oh what the hell are you asking me for?

I mean survival instincts I guess.

They're damn flesh pods, Harry.

Who the hell knows why they do what they do?

- You got a tracker on this Dropa?

- (sighs) Not yet.

- So what do you need from me?

- Well, Monroe had this on him.

It's a cell number, untraceable.

So I want you to go back to the Dry Dock.

Bartender may know something.

Poke around, ask some questions, dig.

It's what you're good at.

That's your gift.

- So I'm your tracker?

I'm not even sure I have that gift anymore.

- If that thing can find Monroe, it can sure as hell

find any one of us and you better pray

it's working alone otherwise we are all

in for a world of hurt.

Now, there is one more thing.

I want you to go see Dr. Glenka at the Leeland Institute.

- A psych test.

- Yeah.

Well I gotta know if my dog can still hunt.

You're no good to me otherwise.

(explosion whooshing and booming)

- Let us move past the war.

(cells crunching)

(air whooshing)

(wind whistling)

(waves rustling)

(air whooshing)

We are going to need to start the sequence again

if you don't focus.

Please concentrate.

- Give me a second.

- Your childhood again?

- Yeah.

- Was this a good day?

(birds chirping)

- It was a day.

- How are you feeling in that moment?

- Safe, maybe.

(air whooshing)

Protected.

- Come on, stay with the machine.

(clock ticking)

You were born into a military family, no?

- You already know this.

- Why are you going back to her?

Focus.

(screeching)

- I'm tired of this.

(alien cocoon crackling) - We are almost done.

- We're done.

(light whooshing)

Well?

- Solid nerves.

- No rust?

- Not exactly.

- Your motivation rate is lower

than in your previous tests.

- (sighs) Well, it has been eight years

since my last test.

So what does that mean?

- Your mind kept wandering and that bothers me.

- Uh huh.

- Considering the nature of your visit

it could be....

- What?

- Unhealthy.

Today is your birthday.

You haven't put in to leave?

- Nope.

- You're going to be over the age limit.

- Look, (sighs) I could make an infinite list

of complaints about living in this city,

on this planet too but I'd still much rather be here

than up there.

- Are you so sure about that?

- Why didn't you go?

- My husband was too weak for the trip.

He's a virus survivor.

- But if you could?

- The Moon Colony, no.

My job is down here.

Mr. Harrison, when this is done,

whatever it is,

my advice is for you to leave the city.

- I need employment profile verification

for bartenders at the Dry Dock Bar.

Employer ID registration, 198643 bravo.

- One owner, ten employees.

Three are bartenders, no illegals reported.

- How many female bartenders?

- Two.

- Process.

- Based on the crime scene report

we are looking for Helen Adamov,

age 28, Soviet immigrant.

Address 1307 Baton Street.

Employed nine months and four days.

- I need her education and employment history,

her cell records for the last 48 hours,

and RFID log.

Well?

- Interesting.

- What?

- Classified clearance level A12 required.

No additional data available.

Attempting to access.

(muffled rhythmic music) (people chattering)

(dynamic rhythmic music)

- Hold up, bro.

Yeah, you're good.

(crowd cheering and whistling)

(speaking in Russian)

- I'm looking for the bartender who worked last night.

(hard-driving rhythmic music)

- Yelena?

- Helen Adamov.

- (speaking in Russian)

- What?

(bottles clanking)

- Helen, Yelena.

(speaking in Russian)

- Where is she?

- Is she in some kind of trouble?

In dressing room four.

(hangers clattering)

- I'd like to have a word with you.

- That's more than a word, genius.

- I'm looking for someone.

He knows a friend of mine.

- Go on.

- He was here last night.

Big Russian guy.

- Hmm, I know a lot of big Russian guys.

- Well, how many were here last night?

- None that I remember.

(door creaking)

I think it's time for you to go.

Unless you can think of another reason to stick around.

Hmm, pretty.

Goodbye, mister--

- Harrison.

- Your name's Helen Adamov.

Born to Russian immigrant parents Yuri and Kira Kosov.

Both killed in a train wreck outside Boston.

Your father's sister, Dasha Adamov, raised you.

She was Assistant to the Minister

of Socialist American Affairs.

At age fifteen you were enrolled

in the Military Intelligence Academy,

and excelled academically.

Eight years later, you were part

of the Moon Colony's Project Horizon Two.

Then, nine months ago, you became a bartender

in a dive in the East Sector.

Should I keep going?

- If you know me the way you claim,

then you know it's best to leave me alone.

- October 7th, you left the city

for two weeks, just disappeared.

There's no record of your transport pass

or RFID being scanned anywhere.

How is that possible?

You know what happened here last night so one more time,

where is this man?

(grunting)

I need to find him.

- Who are you?

- I'm the guy that's gonna find the Dropa flesh bag

that killed my friend.

- (laughs) The Dropas are dead

just like your friend.

- It's a simple question.

- (chuckles) Things aren't always what they seem.

(kick thudding) (Harry grunting)

I need to find him.

Who are you?

- I'm the guy

that's gonna find the Dropa flesh bag

that killed my friend.

(chuckles) The Dropas are dead

just like your friend.

It's a simple question.

Things aren't always

what they seem.

(kick clattering) (Harry grunting)

(glass shattering)

Did your research happen to mention that I've had four years

of combat training?

- Eleven years of real combat.

I've killed for a lot less reason.

- This is bigger than us, Mr. Harrison.

(sighs) Your friend was a part of The Legion

and my guess is, you were too.

Murders stack up down here and no one investigates

unless it was someone that mattered.

How could any of you expect to walk away

from what you did?

- Their cocoons carried the virus spores

that nearly wiped us out.

The only thing that stopped them was The Legion.

- Mr. Harrison, do you know what it's like

to lose everything, your home, the people you love?

- I don't care about your moral cause.

Where is it?

- I don't know.

- This is not a negotiation.

If you can't help me, I have other options.

You don't.

- He has a room at the Grand Hotel in the Lower Quarter.

- I know the place.

- Room 832, name's Mikhail, no last name, just Mikhail.

- Why did you go there?

- He asked me to contact Mr. Monroe

to leave him a message.

- What message?

- A note with a number.

I left it at his apartment.

- What did the note say?

- There's a traitor in The Legion.

- A traitor?

More!

- That's it I swear.

My father fought for the Dropa's rights

when they came here.

Then The Party killed him for it.

My mother too.

He would tell me that people were so afraid

that the world was going to end

that they were actually hoping that it would.

You know, it's easier to give up, to live in fear.

That's what those in control want you

to feel, powerless, insignificant.

But the Dropas came here and they made us realize

that there's more out there in the universe.

They gave us hope.

What do you believe in?

- If the hotel doesn't check out I'm coming back.

And trust me, you don't want me to come back.

- You won't be back.

Mikhail just may find you first if he hasn't already.

- That would make my job easier.

- Was it easy before?

(footsteps on the fire escape)

- (distant muffled argument)

(police siren beeping)

(speaking in Russian over loudspeaker)

(street vendors chatter)

- Welcome home, Harry.

Daily status, one missed VidFon call,

eleven unread email transmissions.

Fusion energy bill, 19 days past due.

- Enough already, C.O.N.T.A.G.

Can I just have a few minutes?

Alone?

- Harry, I have something else to say.

- What?

- Happy Birthday.

♪ If I said I needed ♪

♪ Your love, yeah ♪

♪ Well, I've ♪

♪ Not said enough ♪

♪ Not said enough ♪

♪ If I said ♪

♪ I needed your love ♪

- Happy Birthday, baby.

♪ Well, I've ♪

♪ Not said enough ♪

♪ Not said enough ♪

♪ I went crazy ♪

♪ For awhile ♪ - Make a wish.

♪ Called you crazy for awhile ♪

♪ Said some things I never meant

♪ Would take them back if I knew it ♪

♪ Would lead to you and I again

- I make it every day.

♪ If I said ♪

♪ I needed your-- ♪

(needle crackling)

(helicopters whirring above)

(people talking)

- Estimated time of death?

- Sometime between 10 and 12.

- DNA sweep?

- Clean.

- Clean?

- Nothing, only established samples.

We're scanning the staff and patrons again

to make sure we didn't overlook anything.

- Professional.

- Does this remind you of something?

- Inspector Carter.

(police radio chatter)

(Kate breathing heavy)

(soft moan)

(alien roar)

(Harrison panting)

trolley whirring

(muffled talking)

- You wanna tell me what happened last night?

The woman you questioned last night is dead.

(Harrison sighs)

Her eye sockets were crushed in.

I've seen a few Dropas you finished off look the same way.

- She was breathing when I left.

- Can you explain this?

(Harrison sighs)

Well?

- She must have removed it when I was questioning her.

- And?

- She was trying to manipulate the situation.

She was very, persuasive.

- I've got eyewitnesses that put you at the Dry Dock

at the same time as the murder.

- What are you implying?

- Implying?

Nothing, except that I just covered your ass.

Taft can't end up with a trail of bodies

leading back to this Dropa.

- Yeah, that wouldn't look good, now would it?

- We're on our own out here.

It's about survival now, ours!

We let these Dropas walk away.

Now they're back to finish us.

- Can you blame 'em?

- I've done some pretty bad things, Harrison,

things that I can't take back.

- You did them to protect the cause

like all of us.

- That's The Party's line.

We did it because we had no other choice.

You do what you're ordered to do

and don't ask questions.

- You chose the lesser of two evils.

Just learn to live with it.

I did.

- You're no saint in all of this.

- I know.

(sighs)

(horns honking)

(bus rumbling)

- Warning, two rounds

of plasma ammunition loaded.

Restricted use due to potential thermal burns to civilians.

(trolley whirring)

(turntable music in a foreign language)

(door bell buzzing)

- (Jin speaking in Mandarin) Coming, I'm coming.

(door thudding)

What do you want?

- (grunting) Come on, Jin, play nice.

- I'm play nice up your fucking asshole!

You wrecked my place pretty bad last time.

- It was a long time ago.

- Come on, get out!

right to barge in huh?

Just like that?

Geez.

You have no respect for other people's property.

- You're my eyes down here, Jin.

(Jin chuckles)

You always have been.

The Legion needs your help.

- The Legion no more.

(laughing)

Those days are gone.

Uh, I don't owe Legion for nothing, no more.

- Well, consider it a favor then.

- No, your kind of favor, bad news, bad news.

- I'm looking for the tenant in room 832.

- Don't know nothing.

What number?

- 832.

- Ah, nobody lives there.

(coughing)

(breathes deeply)

- Catch your breath.

I just need a minute of your time.

- No, no minute for you.

- Make time.

(Jin labored breathing)

(Jin laughing)

- Ah, now I remember.

A big man, a big man, name Mikhail.

(Jin breathing heavy)

What do you want with him?

- It's personal.

Gimme the key.

- Huh, personal, everything's personal with you,

means big trouble.

- The key Jin.

- Are you gonna bust up my place again, huh?

Listen, he's a good tenant, model tenant.

Always pays the rent.

- Your model tenant is a Dropa.

- What?

- And I'm taking him out of here with or without the key.

You understand?

(door creaking)

(distant city traffic)

(door creaking)

(water dripping)

(box clattering)

(hand thudding)

(mechanical whirring)

(grunting)

- I believe you have something that does not belong to you.

- Come and get it.

(gun firing)

(horn honking)

(gun firing)

(panting)

(Hummer rumbling)

(ocean waves lapping on shore)

(train rumbling)

(grunting)

known fact can become a

well known fact and part of our job, Harry, is to make sure

that don't happen.

Now, how in the hell are we gonna do that

if you start trying to blow away Dropas

in front of a damn audience in the Lower Quarter?

Well?

(Harry panting)

- Got something for ya.

Found that in the Russian's room at the Grand Hotel.

- Now, why in the hell are you showing me

half a damn cockroach?

This is cybernetic.

That's pretty advanced technology for a Dropa.

Kinda like them bug bots we used to use back in the day.

- Yeah, I thought it might be a surveillance tool

or a weapon but it's not.

Took me a moment to figure it out.

- Figure what out?

- It's a decoy,

an elaborate decoy, but decoy nonetheless.

- I'm not following this.

- The Dropas have a different magnetic makeup

than anything else on this planet.

The magnetic field around them throws the compass cells

in roaches crazy.

- All right, all right, professor, please plain English.

- They spin around, get lost.

350 million years of navigating gone haywire.

Monroe knew this.

He tracked with bugs.

- Okay, so why cybernetic?

- Somehow this Dropa figured this out

and knew Monroe's methods.

He found a way to throw him off long enough

to let his guard down.

- So, this Dropa is hunting us?

- Monroe anyway.

And maybe all of us.

There's one other thing.

(sniffles)

The Adamov girl said something odd to me last night.

She said the Russian had a message for Monroe.

- Yeah?

- Said there was a traitor among The Legion.

Any idea what it's talking about?

- Look, why don't you go home,

get some rest, take some aspirin.

Hell, take a whole lotta aspirin.

This Dropa knows we're onto it.

(train whistle blaring)

(distant siren blaring)

(grunts)

- Give up that easily?

You've become... soft in your retirement.

(thud)

- What are you doing here?

It's been five years, Madison.

- I came back because someone killed a member of our team.

Judging by the looks of you, I'm glad I did.

What happened?

- Retribution.

(panting)

(laughing)

(squelching)

(bullet clacking)

(flesh sizzling)

(grunts)

(panting)

(shower water trickling)

(Harrison sighs)

- You look terrible.

- I thought you might have left.

- Someone's gotta keep an eye on you.

- (scoffs) I'm fine.

- What's the next move?

- (sighs) Heading out to the country in the morning.

- What's out there?

- (sighs) Hopefully answers.

(sniffles)

Wanna come along?

You could stay the night.

No strings.

- There never were with you.

- So tell me what you've been up to the last five years.

- I'm gonna go.

- Look, I...

I just wanna talk.

I could really use that right now.

- You better dry off first.

(birds chirping)

- Eva?

(sighs)

I wonder where she could be?

Oh, I must have spent too long at the shipyards.

My beautiful little girl must have grown up

and moved away.

What am I going to do?

(grunts)

(chuckles)

If only she had come to say goodbye.

(Eva giggling)

I miss her so much.

Oh! (laughs)

Muah!

You are hiding the whole time.

I knew it.

(laughs)

(Harrison sighing)

- So what happened?

- (sighs) Well, after The Party

disbanded The Legion, what else was there?

You know we were nothing more than an embarrassing secret

that just needed to go away.

(chuckles) Taft, Carter, Monroe stayed.

I was out, moving on and you were a wreck.

Guess if I was living in your skin at the same time

I'd be the same way.

(Harrison sighs)

Arthur took off to the colony.

It was his time and he wanted to leave everything behind.

- So what happened to Jackson out there?

- I guess she just couldn't handle it anymore.

I don't know.

She was on cleanup with me.

It was either us or them with the Dropa Resistance.

(explosion whooshing)

We understood that but the families,

that was different.

A few months later Monroe brought in Jackson

to head up the final sweep of the containment camps.

The Party wanted it finished fast and clean.

They poisoned the Dropa water supply with a DDT derivative.

It only killed the children.

(Mikhail screaming)

(alien roaring)

(fist thudding)

Two months later

I found her dead in a motel room

outside of Waco, gun still in her mouth.

- Jackson may have been the only one of us

with a conscience.

- Yeah.

And look where that got her.

(Harry sighs deeply)

Still not over her?

Out of all of us you had the most reason to hate 'em

after what she did.

- That's enough.

- She betrayed you.

- I said that's enough.

(Madison sighs)

Kate's in the past.

- Do you really wanna know what I've been doing

for the past five years?

Trying to find reasons to stay away.

I never lost faith in you, Harry.

- Faith is for the weak.

- Thank you, mister--

- Monroe.

- Monroe.

(birds chirping)

(military snare drumming)

- Come back to me.

(panting)

(grunting)

(seagulls squawking)

- Over seven million hits on the CityCam network.

I thought you said it was cleared.

- We cut the feed as quick as we could.

I told you not to get Harrison involved.

He's dangerous.

- There's no one better for this job.

- Maybe, but he changed since the accident.

I'm not sure where his loyalties lie anymore.

- Listen, Harry moves fast.

He'll find this Dropa.

- He's unpredictable.

(engine revving)

(waves rustling)

- You're not alone.

Death is not the end.

Death is just another road,

the road in life.

And your soul is the guide.

This is not over, Monroe.

(engine rumbling)

(insects buzzing)

(light knocking)

(door creaking)

- Arthur?

(pot boiling)

(door creaking)

(truck rumbling)

(lid clanking)

(Harrison sighing)

(door thudding)

(spoons clattering)

- Want some?

(lid clanking)

(Arthur sipping)

(city traffic)

(pedestrian chatter)

- What made you come back?

- It's quieter here, less distractions, you know.

- I don't know about that Arthur.

You wanted outta here pretty bad

after your time in The Legion.

- That's what I thought, too.

But it's worse up there.

You know they're considering complete isolationism.

No, the Colony's no place for someone like me.

- Seems kinda isolated here.

- It's simpler.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- So, I take it this isn't a social visit.

- No.

- Good.

Let's keep it that way.

Business then?

- Dropa hunt.

(horn honking)

(footsteps clacking)

- Who dragged you into this?

- Taft.

- You just can't say no to that sumbitch.

- It could've been any of us in that bar

couple of nights ago.

- But it wasn't.

- Yeah, maybe so, but that doesn't change things.

- Your loyalty's gonna put you in a body bag.

(Harrison sighs)

- This Dropa is not like the others.

They're usually runners not killers.

- We knew this was gonna come back on us.

We should've finished 'em off when we had the chance.

- There were other options for dealing with them

but The Party chose the easiest way out.

- There's a lot you still don't know.

- Maybe it's time you told me.

- Let's go out back.

(Taft sighs)

- Why did it come after you?

(scoffs)

We really did it, didn't we Monroe?

We took it all back from those greedy bastards.

Everybody thought we were heroes then.

(chair clattering)

(Arthur sighs)

- Back in 2004 we found a stone disc

washed ashore near Rockport along with several cocoons.

The discs told the story of the Dropas in hieroglyphics.

And then there was this one.

You see any pattern in all that?

- Not really.

- There are recognizable forms.

- Recognizable?

- Symbolic.

Very stylized.

This first one, the oval, is a cocoon.

And this?

- I suppose it's... first phase Dropa metamorphosis?

- Yes.

And next a human form.

And then this.

- What's that?

- It's what your hunting.

(tentacles slurping)

(keyboard clacking)

- Who else knew?

- Other than the need-to-know personnel in The Party

only Taft, Carter, and me.

I suspect Monroe would've found out sometime later.

It was tight-lipped.

You have no idea how much worldwide hysteria

it would've caused.

Even more than the virus.

- What do you mean even more than the virus?

- It was all a cover Harry.

The virus was spread through the atmosphere

in small, controlled amounts,

in geographically specific locations.

The same pattern as the Dropa migration.

The virus was nothing more than a mutated strain

of a viral hemorrhagic fever.

There was nothing alien about it.

We manufactured the bug to create

just enough fear to--

- Just enough fear?

I knew people who died from that virus.

- We all did.

Calculated risk unfortunately.

If one of those things got out--

- It would've killed over 20 million people

like the virus?

That's controllable, measurable?

Who decides who lives and who dies?

- The Dropas were a potential threat.

We just had to disguise the reason why

and use it to create unity, unity in The Party.

- We committed genocide.

- No.

Genocide is for humans.

I preferred... extinction.

It was them or us.

Now, I don't know about you but I prefer to be

on the us side of the equation.

- I was referring to humans.

- We're just pawns.

It's always been that way.

You've been around long enough to know that.

- It's time things changed.

(punch thudding) (Arthur grunting)

(Taft grunting)

(gun clattering)

(Taft breathing heavy)

- It's not so easy when the prey fights back,

is it old man?

(punches thudding)

- How's that for easy?

(Harry panting)

- What are you doing?

- Why did you come back?

(punches thudding)

(Harry grunting)

Or maybe you didn't.

(wall rattling)

(gun firing)

(punches thudding)

(Taft shouting)

(bone cracking)

(Taft panting)

(tentacles crunching)

(tentacle thudding)

(machine clacking)

(machine beeping)

- Wakey, wakey.

- (speaking with mechanical voice) Oh no.

- Oh yes.

- Well, this is embarrassing.

- Where's Arthur?

- It's still me, Harry.

It's just a synth body, an android.

We're bio-linked.

I wasn't safe down there.

I'm better off in the Colony, least for the time being.

I hope you understand.

- I don't know what to believe.

(chair clattering)

- You still don't realize what we were dealing with here.

The longer it's out there, the less chance

you'll be able to stop it.

- How am I supposed to kill something

that constantly evolves?

- Taft picked you for a reason.

You understand the Dropas.

- If that's an off-handed reference to Kate

then leave her out of this.

- Oh, I didn't mean it like that.

No one blames you.

She fooled all of us.

I've never seen a Dropa

with such complete human genetic synthesis.

Kate was unique.

She had a great ass too.

(gun clanking)

- Don't mention her again.

- A little levity is needed here, don't you think?

Helps us keep a level head.

Besides, this thing is much bigger than you or me.

- The girl I questioned about Monroe

said the exact same thing.

- Sure she did.

- What are you telling me?

- (distorted voice) Yelena Adamov.

The Party had me work an angle on her for six months.

She didn't know what her real role was anyway.

She just kept on fighting the good fight.

- She was a part of all this?

- Wakey, wakey.

- And you set up Monroe.

- A miscalculation.

- Miscalculation?

- The Dropa was the target.

Just didn't go as planned.

Didn't know what we were dealing with until it was too late.

Shame too.

I always liked Monroe.

- Yeah, I can tell you're all broken up about it.

- More than you know.

It took us six months to set this thing up.

You have no idea how to make things so covert.

We had to keep quiet.

Even Taft was kept in the dark about most of it.

- And you played both of us.

- I had no intention of bringing you in.

That was Taft.

- And Yelena?

- I had to uh... quiet her.

- If the Dropas presented this much of a threat

why didn't we just finish them off?

- If it were up to me, I would've finished

what we started.

But the females didn't pose a threat.

It was the two bull males.

We needed their genetic codes.

(distorted voice) Stepwise Evolution.

That's what the scientists back East called it.

- Stepwise Evolution?

- Well, something about adding

additional Dropa amino acids to the human genetic code.

- Jesus.

- Dropas have incredible regenerative qualities.

- Where is the other male?

- Tagged.

He's dormant.

- Dormant?

Was this one dormant?

- Yes.

Until he figured out how to remove his tracer.

But the other male is not a threat.

- Yet.

- Harry.

What do you remember after the accident?

What about all those months you spent

at the clinic with Kate?

(chair clattering)

(gun clicking)

- Leave Kate out of this.

(gun firing)

(mouse clicking)

What's that?

It's what you're hunting.

(rain pattering)

- I wish Mommy was still with us.

- Oh, my solnyshko.

We will be fine.

And I will never let anything happen to you.

(grunting)

(panting)

- Where have you been?

- Working a lead.

- Taft's dead.

This thing knows how to find us.

The coroner's report from Monroe's attack

found small traces of liquid disprosium.

- Disprosium?

- It's an element that was used in fusion reactors

prior to balthorium.

Outdated now and rarely used.

The data scan found one regional location

where it's stored.

It's a warehouse in the ship channel.

I'm gonna check it out.

- I'll go with you.

- I'm on it.

- Just wait until I get there.

- No time for that.

- You don't know what you're dealing with.

This could get ugly real fast.

- I know what I'm dealing with Harrison.

The question is do you?

(Harrison sighs)

(engine revving)

- Oh.

(Harry panting)

Oh.

You okay?

- What's wrong?

- Taft's dead.

I was worried.

C.O.N.T.A.G. tried to locate you on RFID.

- I know how to handle myself.

I removed the sensor years ago Harry.

- It's not safe here.

You need to get outta the city.

I have to find Carter.

She has a lead on this Dropa.

- I'm gonna go with you.

- Not this time.

Things are different. - No!

You don't need to do this.

Okay, just walk away.

Let Carter deal with it.

- Taft brought me into this for a reason.

- You have no loyalty to him.

- He's the reason I'm still breathing.

- You're alive because you didn't give up.

- Not giving up didn't save me.

Between Taft and Kate, I owe them.

- You owe them nothing.

You gave everything to The Legion

and Taft repaid you by what, putting you back out there?

And Kate?

Really?

(Harrison sighs)

You need to understand who really cares about you.

Open your eyes.

(Madison panting)

What are you so afraid of?

- Nothing.

(Harrison sighing)

(front door closes)

- Harry, she's gone.

(gun clicking)

- C.O.N.T.A.G., give me a report on warehouses

in the ship channel, reference disporsium.

- One warehouse matching

export records for disprosium.

Location in Fallout Zone 12.

Potential for rad absorption levels, 200 to 300 units.

(alien roar)

(electricity crackling)

(air hissing)

(Mikhail thudding) (Harrison grunting)

(gun firing)

(both grunting)

(gun firing)

(punches thudding)

(high pitch ringing)

- What kind of man are you?

(gun clicking)

- The killing kind.

(gun firing)

(punches thudding) (both grunting)

(whooshing)

- Come back to me.

(Kate growling) (Harrison gasping)

(Harrison grunting)

- What scares you?

Perhaps, not knowing who you are.

- You don't know me.

(Mikhail laughing)

- You were trained for war.

Mankind's gift to the universe.

And you're fighting for what?

Nothing.

But you,

you might be

different now.

- Different?

- Yes.

I am... different.

Would you like to see?

(tentacles crunching)

(Mikhail shouting)

(breathing heavy)

Now, do you see?

The Legion has taken everything from me.

And now all that is left is this hate.

Just like a human.

- You're not human.

- (chuckles) No.

I am

so much more.

(tentacles whipping)

Have you ever lost someone?

Then you know what it's like.

- What, pain?

- No (chuckles).

Pain is easy

to control, to hide.

Revenge, that is

not so easy.

You are here to kill me to avenge their deaths.

But part of you does not want to do it.

Why?

Perhaps it is because I am more like you

and you are more like...

(gun firing)

That's it, little man.

Become that which you hunt.

- That's it.

Keep coming.

Come on.

- You cannot run away from who you are.

- Who's running?

(gun firing)

(body landing thud)

(Harrison panting)

(Harrison panting)

(Mikhail's body clattering)

(Harrison grunting)

(Harrison grunting)

(metal fence jingling)

(Harrison grunting)

(Madison grunting)

(both panting)

- Told you someone's gonna keep an eye on you.

(both grunting)

(transport ship rumbling)

- What do you remember

after the accident?

What about all those months you spent

at the clinic with Kate?

When this is done,

whatever it is, my advice is for you to leave the city.

- There's a traitor in The Legion.

- What scares you?

Perhaps, not knowing who you are.

(Harrison exhales)

- Open your eyes.