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Why are you up?

I had a nightmare.

It freaked me out.

About what?

I was lost,

surrounded by these giant crystal trees.

We want to restore
your DNA to what it was,

so you can return to your life.

But we don't have the
ability to do that yet.

So any information
you give us will help.

Why do you want to infect others?

Do you think you're improving humanity?

Are you trying to destroy us?

Do you even know?

The glass trees in my dreams...

What do they mean?

Is that where the
alien probe comes from?

You appeared to me in a dream

before we met at your military school.

You know that?

All right.

Is there anything we can get
you to make you more comfortable.

Different books?

I know you can read.

You have all the memories and knowledge
of Brian Janklow before the infection.

I won't give up on you.

See you tomorrow, Brian.

This is nasty.

I was hoping that smell
was from Fenway's lab coat.

Poppy's Pizzeria should be
sued for false advertising.

Well, did that other
place up the street close?

To us it did, thanks to Caffrey.

- What are you talking about?
- Her maniacally detailed,

pseudo-fascist Threshold plan?

Under its strategies
for remaining covert,

it says we can't get delivery from the
same restaurant twice in three months.

Covering all the bases is her job.

I think, before that
alien object arrived,

Molly Caffrey had a lot
of time on her hands,

and now we're paying the price.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Well...

data miners got a hit.

A bunch of callers on a
Rhode Island radio show

claimed to be having
dreams about glass trees.

Like the ones you and
me and Cavennaugh have?

Same imagery.

So they've had some sort of limited
exposure to the alien signal, too.

Well, we need to go confirm that.

This is happening all the
way up in Rhode Island?

Yeah, small coastal town.

This will take priority
over your other projects.

I hear New England pizza is excellent.

Why are you hitting me?

Great.

What's that?

Bad news.

"Blackwood Institute's Molly Caffrey
is spearheading medical research"

"into the genetic immunity of
adolescents for a program called"

"Threshold. "

This is classified information.

Read on.

"Considering that Dr. Caffrey
is an administration darling,

tongues are wagging that
Threshold may be a way

for the president to leave
a humanitarian legacy�:

a military weapon that
doesn't harm children. "

Weapons.

At least she didn't mention aliens.

Yet.

You know how leaks work.

Information starts with a trickle,

then builds to a wave.

I mean, how'd she get this?

Clearly...

from someone in this building.

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Where are we at?

Oh, I, uh, spoke to the
radio host in Rhode Island.

I said I was a public health official,

wanted to make sure the
glass tree dreamers were okay.

I got the names and numbers of all the
locals that called in about the dreams.

- There are ten of them.
- Good work.

You said this was a coastal town?

Braxton, on the east shore.

Ocean currents from
the Big Horn explosion

reached the eastern
Rhode Island beaches.

So maybe one of our missing
crewmen washed up there.

That's certainly possible.
There are still four in the wind.

Cavennaugh and I are, uh...

dealing with an internal matter.

Can you two run lead on this?

Yeah.

Sure.

We can handle it.

Thanks. Oh, and we've got IDs for you
from the Center for Disease Control.

Investigate this as a non-deadly virus.

Update me and be careful.

Make sure you're armed.

What? Wait.

You mean, like, carry a gun?

You developed the ammunition.

Stunning the infectees is the
most humane thing we can do.

Still, handguns,

it's not me.

Ditto.

You know I'm a lover,
Caffrey, not fighter.

Then make sure you take enough
agents with you. Keep them close.

We've underestimated the
alien infectees before and

we're lucky to live to...

not tell about it.

- We'll be careful.
- Right.

Did you finish the security diagnostic?

Did the entire building.
Phone lines are secure.

How about our cells?

Every Red Team cell member uses
a frequency that Lucas devised.

It's untappable.

We also made sure that no spaces within
the building are being surveilled.

And you included the elevators,
rest rooms, parking structure?

Of course. And our ID-access
scans haven't been compromised.

Let's recheck the visual
observation from outside.

This is what anyone looking
inside our window sees.

- You said this is not a loop.
- No,

it's a real-time feed from an
insurance company in New Jersey.

So there is no way anyone
could be spying on us?

No way.

I know you'd rather be looking
for an outsider, Molly, but, uh...

I get it.

It's an inside job.

I've triple-vetted all of our
agents, and I'll vet them again.

No, I don't think it's an agent
or a lab tech or a data miner.

I mean, they don't have
the information to leak.

Remember this entry? It's
what was quoted in the paper.

Adolescent immunity to the alien signal,

from our little caper at the
Weymouth Military Academy.

Only the Red Team members and
the National Security Advisor

have access to the evidence tree.

So...

the leak is one of us seven.

What is it?

Intruder tried to push past security
downstairs. They got him in lockup.

- Was he armed?
- No, sir.

Who are you and what
are you doing here?

Senator Tollman?

Dr. Caffrey.

What's going on, sir?

After reading the paper this
morning, that's my question for you.

The dream was really
vivid the first night,

not so much the last few.

I didn't even dream last night at all.

Blood work's fine.

Excuse me for a minute.

So, if they're not infected, can't
we just send the goons outside?

I mean, they're making me nervous.

Yeah. Might allow these
people to speak more freely.

Hey, do you guys mind
waiting outside for a minute?

- Sure, no problem.
- Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

CDC ways send this much
muscle for a virus?

Well, our attitude is it's
better to be safe than sorry.

Well, I don't understand.
I feel totally fine.

Yeah, me, too.

Well, we think it's a new kind of virus,

the, uh, the feel-fine virus.

Excuse me.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, these guys are clean.

Some elevated brain waves,
but, uh, no mutations.

Same with mine.

Now, when did your two
start having the dreams?

Four days ago.

Yeah, my guy's one week ago exactly.

Did they tell you where
they went that day?

Yeah, they were clerking at a
convenience store here in town square.

It was an ordinary day. They
live on opposite sides of town.

Yeah, this woman says,
uh, she went to work

in the next town over
at an architecture firm.

He took the day off, stayed close
to home, worked on his truck.

My guys ate dinner at a
place down by the beach.

Uh, Eddie's Clam Shack.

Yeah, so did mine.

Threshold's funding was an earmark
on a military appropriations bill.

Senator Chambers admitted to me

that he tacked it on as a favor
to the National Security Advisor.

You bamboozled me.

We didn't mean any disrespect.

Project Threshold is a
highly classified operation.

Doesn't matter, Andrea.

As chairman of the Appropriations
Committee, I am legally bound to

see every appropriation, every
expenditure that goes through my committee,

including classified operations.

There is a uniqueness
to this project, Senator.

Doctor, everybody says
that about their pork...

from bridges to nowhere to, my
personal favorite, livestock museums.

I can assure you

that Threshold

is not a livestock museum.

That's not good enough, J.T. I'm
looking at a $30 million expenditure

and I am answerable to the
taxpayers, as I should be.

You should have called me instead
of trying to bully past reception.

Andrea, frankly, I wasn't sure
you would be straight with me.

I wanted to see things myself.

Making a scene could have
compromised our security.

You went about this the wrong way, Will.

Keeping me in the dark on this project

compromised the law.

J.T., Molly.

I have to ask you to excuse
Senator Tollman and me.

Okay, thanks.

All six other dreamers
ate at this place.

Man, I was afraid an alien
infectee was behind this,

but what if the fish being
served at this restaurant

have been genetically
mutated by the signal?

Human ingesting of
alien-infected animal life.

Can you imagine the
possibilities of that scenario?

Don't sound so excited,
Dr. Frankenstein.

Guys, run with this. I mean, what if we
find a bunch of mutated fish at this place?

- What do we do?
- Shut it down.

Shut down every dock,
fishery, grocery store

and restaurant selling fish
from north-eastern waters.

- Oh, that's all.
- What choice do we have?

These people are presumably
having dreams from eating one meal.

What if they ate multiple
servings of infected food?

The cumulative effect
would be devastating.

There is a silver lining here.

I'm no longer hungry.

I follow Board of Health
regulations to the letter.

This isn't about cleanliness.
We're tracking a virus.

If we find out it's not
food-borne, you can reopen.

Well, can you please hurry?

I mean, news like this, it's
gonna spread like wildfire.

What exactly did you
buy from local fisheries?

Everything but the
salmon, uh, the shrimp.

And they're all reputable dealers, too.

Every person suffering from this
hallucinogenic virus ate here.

Yeah, well, I eat here
every day, and I'm fine.

What's going on?

Oh, these guys are Feds.

Say we're giving people food poisoning.

Are you kidding? You
can eat off that floor.

- What's your name?
- Jake Singleton.

You been having any
strange dreams lately?

No.

Why?

I'm gonna need to take a blood sample
from you, too, make sure you're healthy.

Sure.

Let me lock the back
door and I'll wash up.

We're closed.

I need to talk to you about the dreams.

Looks like we got another.

Hi.

Darryl Brown, Broxton Dispatch.

Here we go.

We've been getting calls that there's
been some kind of viral outbreak,

and this is ground zero.

Uh, you know, that's just
speculation at this point.

Oh, you're with the CDC?

- Yeah, but let's...
- Six CDC officials...

Mr. Brown, we're gonna
have to ask you to leave.

Lucas.

- Let's go.
- Come on!

You see?

I'm the one that's
having a nightmare here.

All I wanted to do was feed people.

I saved all my cash,
I took cooking lessons,

I designed this place
myself, and now this.

We're sorry.

- If there's anything we can do to help...
- We can't. Knock it off.

The clerk's taking an awfully
long time washing his hands.

He's gone.

- Yeah, well, his shift ends at 7:00.
- So why'd he run?

I don't know, maybe he's taking a
cigarette break. His stuff's over there.

We may not be looking
for fish after all.

The hands on his watch bend
into the fractal pattern.

I've never divulged a source
before, and I won't now.

Even if it's a matter
of national security?

Your job is national security,
mine is informing the public.

I could cite the Patriot Act.

I could cite the First Amendment.

Wouldn't keep you from going to jail.

Then so be it.

Be better than losing my
credibility and destroying my career.

This isn't Watergate, Janet. It's
a small, blind item of speculation.

We wouldn't be sitting here
if this wasn't significant.

I can promise you not
to print anything else

about your Threshold project
if you give me an exclusive.

Can't do that.

Did your source say that
Threshold was a weapons program?

No.

From the limited information I
got, I made an educated guess.

Dr. Caffrey, most of your think
tank papers have been published,

but Threshold is one of three
you wrote that are classified.

How'd you know that?

When the administration used your
plan for the Zimbabwe uprising,

you became an important
person in this town.

I've done my homework. So are
the other two classified plans

weapons proposals as well?

I came here to get
information, not to give it.

Well, then, you're buying
me lunch for nothing.

The entire Hill's buzzing
about this press leak.

We're in the process of plugging it.

Good.

How'd you handle Tollman?

I swore him in as a
Threshold confidante.

Why?

He threatened to take the
matter to the Senate floor.

It was either take him
in, or all of Congress.

What does he know?

The basics of events, and your plan.

He has full security clearance.
You're to give him a tour.

Full security clearance?

Even the Vice President and Joint
Chiefs don't have access here.

Unlike other projects, he
can't send auditors here.

He needs the ability
to see things firsthand.

So, uh,

I have another boss.

Yes.

He's waiting for you in the lobby.

Naturally, I was astounded
at what Andrea told me.

This signal, what are the effects
besides strength and endurance?

The genetic drive to infect
others. It's extremely dangerous.

Enhanced strength.

Bet the military would love to
figure out how to achieve that.

Our focus is on assessment,
containment, and reduction of the threat.

We're a long way from determining any

medical applications
for what we're finding.

With additional funding, maybe
we could expand your focus.

Possibly.

This is the Med Lab, run by Dr. Nigel
Fenway, former NASA medical director.

This is where we do
research into gene mutation,

looking for a vaccine, or

hopefully someday a cure.

This is our Bio Lab,
also run by Dr. Fenway.

These guys are on overdrive.

They were exposed to the alien signal
on the Big Horn naval freighter.

They look normal.

But infected humans do, too, don't they?

Yes. Except for those who have
a bad reaction to the signal.

They deform and die.

I want to see one of your
infectees that you have in detainment.

They're downstairs.

He's just a kid.

He's a full-blown alien
infectee and very dangerous.

What are those metal balls on the floor?

Food trays from today's breakfast.

- Can I speak with him?
- Go ahead. He won't respond.

I try every day.

Good morning.

Morning, son.

I'm Senator Will Tollman. How are you?

I miss my family.

- Do you know your name?
- Yes, sir, of course.

I'm Brian Janklow.

Freshman Squad Leader at the
Weymouth Academy in Virginia.

What happened to you, Brian?

Some sound made me do crazy things.

I'm okay now.

But they don't believe me, and
they won't let me see my family.

- They say you're very sick, son.
- I'm not sick.

I feel great.

They why do you think you're in here?

Because she's jealous

that I can do this.

All I ever wanted to do
was fight for my country.

Maybe we can help you, son.

Thank you, Senator Tollman, sir.

- Will you talk to me later, Brian?
- Of course, ma'am.

You know I welcome your visits any time.

Keeping that boy here
is totally unacceptable.

That "boy" tried to kill me and infect
millions of people with the alien signal.

- Yeah, I heard the story.
- He is extremely deceptive, Senator.

That's what the servicemen said
about the captives at Abu Ghraib.

There's no abuse going on here.

Janklow is fed well and receives
regular medical attention.

What does his family think?

That he died accidentally
at his military school.

Our goal is to restore his DNA.

And when does that happen?

I don't know.

In the meantime, does he ever
get to see the light of day?

We are building a larger
facility for the infectees.

But right now, our biggest concern is keeping
them away from the general population.

- If the public ever saw this...
- We are protecting the public.

You said so yourself, Doctor, all
they're trying to do is convert others.

We could say the same thing about
Jehovah's Witnesses, we don't lock them up.

That is the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.

Handling this development is a
big responsibility, Dr. Caffrey.

But I fear that you may
be in way over your head.

Janklow finally spoke.

Played Senator Tollman like a pro.

- You think Tollman's going to be trouble?
- From the start...

then I called him stupid.

- Are you kidding?
- Do I look like I'm kidding?

I must have missed the "insulting
Senators" part of the Threshold plan.

Did you get anything
out of the reporter?

Decent Cobb salad. How did you do?

Thanks to you keeping her
busy, I had plenty of time

to copy the notes she
keeps in her apartment.

I felt kind of bad about it.

Janet's a good reporter.

Yeah. It's better than locking her up.

Look, I have something here
you're not going to like.

Her notes from the 21st.

"Threshold, M. Caffrey, med research

on adolescent thymus immunity,

per N.F."

Yeah, the only N.F. I know
around here is Dr. Nigel Fenway.

I'm not going to be able to give
you any answers any time soon.

I've got six local fish samples to test.

I've also got all the other
foods and the beverage canisters.

What's going on?

We have a leak.

Someone's been speaking
to a reporter about Threshold.

Someone on the Red Team.

You think it's me?

We have to ask.

- Asking everybody?
- Oh, come on, Fenway.

- You've been our biggest critic.
- That's right.

I think it's foolish not to ask for global
help in tracking these alien infectees.

I also think it's the public's right
to know about the threat they're facing

but that's not my call.
This is just great.

I'm trying to do a job I didn't
sign up for, in a town I can't stand;

alimony piles up
for three ex-wives;

- and now I'm being accused of treason.
- Maybe it was an accident.

- Do you know a reporter named Janet Tam?
- I never heard of her.

But it wouldn't matter if I slept with her.
I take my classified status seriously.

So either lock me up,
or let me do my job.

- Hey, we're not through with you.
- Wait.

- I don't think he did this.
- Why not?

He hasn't stopped criticizing us
since he came here.

Exactly. He's not the type to stab in
the back. Fenway stabs in the front.

Okay, okay, play it your way.
But if you're wrong,

he will be locked up.

There is no one here,
open it up.

The manager of this fleabag motel says Jake
the busboy's been living here two weeks.

That's when the Big Horn sank.

Yeah, but he doesn't match the pictures
of our other crewmen.

Yeah, hello, operator,
this is federal agent number 55676.

Can you tell me the last number dialled
from this phone and when? Thank you.

These drawers are completely empty,
there's a sock on the floor.

This guy packed in a hurry.

Yeah.

Thank you.

He phoned the bus station
fifteen minutes ago.

Okay, guys, get down to the bus station
as soon as you can and pick him up.

This guy might be
an infectee.

We should stay here
and see what else we can find.

Right.

- Whoa.
- What?

Is this blood?

Wow. I'd hate to see
what was in this.

Or who.

Put that down.

I knew you were here for me...
not some disease.

And I know exactly who you are.

Once I can't see four hands, I'm going
to start shooting until I'm empty.

We just came to see
if you were all right.

Yeah, right.
Do I look stupid to you?

Don't say it.

Look, we're from
the Center for Disease Control.

Check our I.D.'s. We want to make sure
you're okay.

You know I'm not okay.
You poisoned me.

You're making me have...
some dreams about...

being in a glass jail.
But I am not going to jail.

No, we don't want
to put you in jail.

- That's not blood on you, is it, Jake?
- It's poison dye, you know that!

Now I get it...
you robbed a bank,

they put an explosive dye pack
in with the money and then it went off,

and you ran, and you took a job
at Eddie's until you figured out

what to do about getting
the dye out of the money,

- and then... then the dreams started.
- Shut your mouth!

Put down your weapon
and exit the building!

Great.

Cops.

Did one of you call them?

We've had our hands up.

I can't dial with my ass.

You think maybe... shooting a gun off
in a motel room got their attention?

Are you trying to be a smart mouth?

Absolutely not.

You blew it with Tollman, kid.

I know.

How bad is it?

He wants to move infectees
under the Pentagon's watch.

The Pentagon doesn't know anything
about this genetic mutation.

He said you can teach them.

I don't think his motive for this has
anything to do with humanitarian concerns,

- or with what I said.
- Nor do I.

Will's been wanting a place in
the Defense Department for a long time,

and he sees this as a way in.

- What should I do?
- Nothing for now.

I'm flying with him to L.A. tomorrow
for a conference.

I'll talk to him.

I appreciate it.

Little did you know
when you became my advisor

in grad school,
it'd be a lifetime assignment.

I'd say you can thank me
when you get your award...

but I don't think they give them out
for what you do.

How are you doing
on the leak investigation?

We got some information
that points to Dr. Fenway, but...

I don't believe it's him.

Don't let friendship
cloud your judgment.

We're not friends.

You six have been
through a lot together.

You can't let your desire to protect one
individual risk the other six billion.

- What's the special today?
- Mistrust...

with a side of insult.

- How is the fish testing?
- So far, genetically sound.

Good.

I don't believe you'd leak
classified information.

Nice to hear.

But I do need to track down every lead,
and the one that led to you is significant.

Help me clear your name,
so I can move on.

Alright.

Someone spoke to Janet Tam
at the Globe yesterday

about your research into
adolescent thymus development.

- Well, even my lab techs don't know that.
- Yeah, I know.

You spoke to someone
about it last Tuesday, who?

Only you.

Where were you?

You seem very sure
this man was here that night.

Nigel's here every night.

He always tells me my coffee's too weak,
and we argue about baseball.

- Does he have a favorite seat?
- Second stool from right.

Do you have a security camera?

Nobody robs diners,
not enough cash.

- Any other regulars at night?
- At night, no.

- Molly.
- Excuse me.

- A bug.
- Very state of the art.

But not one of ours.

There's friggin'reporters
out there now, too.

I can give you the name of a compound
that will remove that dye

without harming the money
or your skin.

Well, I'll tell you what, Mr. Scientist, I'm
only going to take one of you with me, so

why don't you give me
the name of that compound...

and it will be you.

Why would I want
to be your hostage?

Because the other one of you
is going to die.

- Bioboxprin.
- Thanks, partner.

You know, murder will only add
to your sentence, if you get caught.

If I get caught...

- I'm going away forever, anyway.
- I've got a wife and eight kids.

Nobody that wears nice shoes...

has eight kids anymore.

That's a good observation.

You know... that's going
to be the police.

If you're really planning on taking me with
you, you should tell them over the phone,

rather than through the window,
where they might be able to shoot you.

What the hell happened?

- Electric shock.
- You were armed the whole time?

Dr. Caffrey's orders.

And the problem is I calibrated
these stun shells for alien infectees.

The shock would kill a human, so I had
to wait till he was touching something

to partially conduct the electricity.
I didn't want to risk it.

You didn't want to risk it?
How thoughtful

Is everybody okay in there?

Threat neutralized, Officer
We're okay.

Yeah?

Hey, why aren't you
picking up your phone?

A psychopath had us at gunpoint.

All the fish samples
checked out fine.

Well, what about the DNA
on Jake the busboy's watch?

Yes, there were enough epithelials
in his watchband. He's not an infectee.

Okay. You know what?
Do me a favor, Fenway:

run his DNA through
the FBI criminal database.

Sure. Where are you with
the signal investigation?

Square one.

I found him, I'm moving in.

Time for a confession,
Father?

Sorry... no.

Oh, it'll just take a minute.

Get off me!

My bad, you were already listening
to somebody else...

Get up!

What's this?

- No, it's not.
- Well, then, why am I here?

Because the guy who sold you the bug
gave you up in three seconds.

Buying a listening device
isn't illegal, either.

True. But using one in D.C. is.

We found yours under a counter,
two blocks away.

What do you want to know?

Who hired you
to follow Dr. Fenway?

Paula Fenway.

- His ex-wife?
- His third one.

This is about alimony?

In my racket, it always is.

He'd been real secretive
about his new job,

I was just tailing him for her.

The P.I.'s name is Nicky Frost?

N.F.?

There's a coincidence.

Ask Baylock to get you a cover story for
Paula and the other people in your life.

I'll do that today.

How long was he
recording me?

Eight days.

Our agents got all the tapes.

There's nothing else on them
about Threshold.

Thank God.

I owe you one for...

believing in me.

I need better than that,
and you know it.

You have to follow my protocols.

I mean, you're supposed
to mix up your routine,

but you went to that diner every night?

That's how you get spied on,
or kidnapped, or worse.

I realize that.

I don't know anyone
in this town.

I work all day
and into the night...

Hotel is claustrophobic,
it's crawling with government goons.

I went to this diner
just to breathe.

And, finally, I found somebody
who could argue intelligently about...

bullpen depth.

When I stopped hanging out
with my friends, or...

even returning their e-mails,

they thought I had cancer
or something.

So I convinced them I didn't,

and now they think
I'm seeing a married man.

And I let them.

- It must be hard not to see them.
- Yeah, it is.

But, this way, I know an alien infectee
isn't going to track me

to my Tuesday night poker game
and kill all of them.

Point taken.

The protocols aren't
my idea of a life, either,

but the alternatives are worse.

- I won't break them again.
- Good.

You're really not FBI?

Do you think he could've made it
through Quantico?

I don't care.
I'm not helping you.

Dude, we're trying to help you.

Okay? We don't have
the virus, you do.

And there's one thing
we didn't tell you about it.

What?

The virus, the thing that's been
causing your dreams,

- could be fatal.
- You got to be kidding me!

This sucks.

I don't want to die.

Then tell us about those dreams.

I started having them
when I went to work for Eddie.

- Every night after work?
- No.

Just some nights.

Any difference in your job routine
on those particular days?

Yeah.

I washed the dining area
down more, those days.

So... if Jake was a bank robber,
why was he poisoning my customers?

We don't think the two are related.

So, basically, I'm just
the unluckiest bastard on the planet.

Well, this week, anyway.

Hey, the upside is your food
tested fine.

You don't get it.

This town is enjoying two
of biggest stories of the decade�:

that my place is a disease pit,
and that my busboy is Clyde Barrow.

I've pretty much sold
my last fried clam here.

Dr. Ramsey?

This is where
Jake's watch was sitting.

Right... and we assumed
the disturbance came from Jake.

Look at this.

This is a portion
of a ship's deck.

Eddie, where did you get this wood?

Oh, I found that on the beach.

Told you I did the place myself,
the interior.

Look at this burn.

It's explosive residue. This is
a remnant from the Big Horn ship.

So the plank's low-grade emission was
strong enough to affect the brain wave.

Making ordinary people dream like those who
heard the signal for a short amount of time.

How's Eddie, the owner?

Bankrupt, but physically unaffected.

I'll study his DNA, see if there
are any clues as to why he wasn't.

We want to transport
this plank back to HQ.

We're gonna need some protective
covering that Lucas made for your lab.

- How big is the piece?
- About six feet by two.

Oh, no.

What, you run out?

No, one of my Animal Studies CDs
is missing.

What is it?

It's a copy of the alien signal.

When were you last in the vault?

Yesterday morning,
all the CDs were there.

Hey, Molly, when did you show
Tollman the lab?

- Yesterday, around noon.
- You show him the vault?

- Yeah, but I didn't open it.
- Tollman did.

With his fingerprint access,
at 2�:10 p. m.

That's when you and Baylock
were questioning me in here.

He took the signal.

Senator Tollman!

Federal agents!

What's that sound?

It's coming from upstairs.

Bedroom.

- He played the signal here.
- And she didn't survive it.

The signal's power must have
shorted out the CD player.

No CD.

Molly, stay back.

It's mutating...

The poor thing is dying.

That "poor thing" could take
a bite of you before he does.

Heads up down there!

- I never liked cats.
- I never liked Tollman.

That's before he was infected,
and on the loose with the signal.

She obviously had a severe reaction
to the signal.

Melissa Boyer, Senate intern.

- How old?
- Twenty-one.

This woman is dead
because of me.

You didn't kill her,
Tollman did,

and we have to find him.

Well, it looks like he canceled
all his appointments.

What would your next move be,
if you were him?

Get as far away from us,
as soon as possible.

Spread the signal.

He's supposed to be
on a flight to L.A. with Andrea.

I need four men at Ronald Reagan
Airport flight hangar, right now!

Copy that.

- This is amazing.
- What?

The crystals formed
on this wood's plankton.

They're identical to the glass trees
I've been dreaming about.

What does it mean?

My guess is the signal changes the
plant cells, as well as animal genes.

What, terraforming
as well as bio-forming?

Makes me glad we blew up that ship.

But there'll be other pieces of debris
out there with this life-form on it.

We'll tell Caffrey,
we'll track them down.

This is a good find.

- What?
- Totally switching gears for a second.

I know we handled ourselves
the best way we could,

but I can't stop thinking
about poor Eddie.

- Don't.
- He put his life into that restaurant,

and now... it's just gone.

- He lost it.
- I'm telling you, let it go.

You know, Ramsey,

you can be a real cold-hearted bastard,
you know that?

I'm serious, dude.

- How would you feel if it were you?
- Lucas...

You're the first one to complain
about how Threshold ruined your life.

Lucas, listen, Eddie's okay.

- What?
- Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

Jake's real last name is Green.

There was a $75,000 reward
for his capture.

I told the feds that Eddie
turned him in to us.

Really?

Really.

Eddie's selling his place. He said
the additional reward money is gonna

help him get a piece of land
he wanted on Cape Cod.

- You're kidding me.
- Not this time.

- I guess I owe you an apol...
- Please, don't.

Wow.

I went all action hero,
and you turn into Mother Teresa.

- Guess we surprised ourselves.
- Okay, back to your science, Starsky.

A young woman is dead...

- because of us.
- I was just trying to make a living.

- Tell your bosses.
- My bosses...

left your fate up to me.

And I'm pressing charges.
Felony wiretapping.

Let's settle!

Cops are on the way.

Come on!
Give me a break!

Give you a break?
If you'd shown one

glimmer of humanity when I told you
someone died, I might have.

Now, I've got a date
with a dead cat.

Tell Paula...
I traded up.

Ground Control said the plane
took off an hour ago.

Our tracking system confirms it.
Our guys just missed them.

That's the ninth time
I've tried Hatten.

Still no answer.

They also confirmed
Tollman was on board.

Get agents to Los Angeles
to meet them on the tarmac.

They're over Ohio. They won't land
for four hours.

I'm on it.

Caffrey.

Molly, it's Andrea.

- Andrea, are you all right?
- Fine, fine.

You've been calling.
What's wrong?

- Tollman's on the plane with you?
- Yes.

And I spoke to him.
Everything is going to be fine.

He's infected.

What?

He stole a copy of the alien signal.
He listened to it.

Are you sure?

Very. We just left his house.

His intern is dead.

Well, he seems pretty normal to me.

That means nothing.
They can do that. Just...

- play along with whatever he says.
- Okay.

We'll have agents on the ground
to meet you.

That'll be impossible.
We land in less than ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Where are you?

We're over California.
We left three hours early.

- Oh.
- Don't worry.

I'll play it cool,
in case you're right.

And I won't let him
out of my sight, once we land.

Good.

Excuse me, excuse me, coming through.
Excuse me, coming through.

Tommy,

I need to speak to the president.
It's an emergency.

Andrea said they took off early;
that she was ten minutes from L.A.

She lied to you.

They're way off course. Ground Control
thinks they're headed for Mexico.

If they leave the U.S.,
there's no way

our agents can intercept them
on the ground.

The president says you should pull
the trigger, if you can't stop them.

I want to try
to reach the pilots again.

We tried dozens of times.

The pilots refuse to respond.
They're ignoring their escort.

They're infected, Molly...

like everyone else on that plane.

Just one more time.

Strike Flight Zero One...

- initiate a call to the pilot.
- Stand by.

Threshold Command,
negative response, sir.

Strike Flight Zero One,
do you have a visual of the pilots?

Threshold Command,
in contact visually with the pilots.

They're alert,
but will not respond.

There are eight passengers
on board, right?

Tollman, Hatten,

Senator Kramer, three aides,
and the two pilots.

Threshold Command,
Flight Zero Two is in position,

feet wet. Need to pull the trigger
within six mikes or abort.

Strike Flight Zero One...

bring it down.

Roger that, Threshold Command.

- Strike Flight Zero One...
- Yes, ma'am?

Use satellite to mark the strike
for later debris retrieval.

Roger that, Threshold Command.
Zero One out.

Best they could hope for is us
keeping them in lock-up indefinitely.

Yeah.

Yeah, remember that.

And if it ever comes to it,
I'm telling you now, I'd rather be dead.

Anyone would.

The reports will say
that wind shear...

forced the plane
into the Rocky Mountains.

Caffrey.

Molly

I heard about what happened
to Andrea on the news.

I'm so sorry.

Mom.

Do you want me to
fly in this weekend?

No, that's okay.

Just.
Talk to me a minute.

Of course. What would
you like to talk about?

I don't know.

What's going on at home?