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MAN [OVER PA]: Ladies and gentlemen,
we will soon be starting our in-flight movie.

We will be coming through with headsets,
which are available for purchase for $4.

And, of course, exact change
is always appreciated.

WOMAN 1:
Just water, please.

ATTENDANT 1:
You need some headsets?

WOMAN 2:
You should put keys on your back.

-Excuse me?
-It's an old wives' tale.

-To stop the bloody nose.
-Yeah?

Actually, I tried it once. It doesn't work.

It's all bull.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[GASPS]

BOWMAN:
Excuse me.

Excuse me. I need to talk to you.

-I'll be with you in one moment.
-No, now!

Please.

I'll be right back.

-What's the problem?
-I'm in trouble.

Something's happening I don't
have the time or permission to explain.

-What is it?
-You need to listen to me very carefully.

Go to the passengers. Collect as many
sedatives or tranquilizers as you can.

Okay, I need you to take a deep breath.

This isn't a panic attack.

This is real.

We will die, all of us,
if you don't do what I say.

A threat like that
is in violation of FAA reg--

-Does it look like I care about that?
-Oh, my God.

I need you to get those drugs for me.
Do you have any weapons? A gun.

Go call the captain.

I need you to calm down,
you're gonna scare the passengers.

They should be.
What weapons do you have?

ATTENDANT 2: It's Melissa.
-What weapons?

ATTENDANT 2:
We have a man claiming....

A Taser in the cockpit,
which I'll use if you don't calm down.

A Taser won't do a thing.
It'll just piss me off.

He wants drugs, but he seems
to be on something already.

I need you to do what I say.
I'm going into that bathroom.

You keep me in there.
You keep that door closed.

Get whatever sedatives
as soon as you can.

-You go in that bathroom, sir.
-I am not messing around.

When you get the drugs,
you come back, you knock.

If I don't answer, or if I do
and what you see isn't me anymore...

...you keep that door closed.
You hear me?

You keep me in there,
away from the other passengers.

Get the drugs. Quick.

Yes, sir. I'll do that.

[HEAVES]

[TOOTH CLATTERS]

[PANTING]

[TOOTH CLATTERS]

Yes, sir, but I think 40 minutes
is too long.

[BOWMAN SCREAMING]

[BANGING]

Ladies and gentlemen, we have
a passenger having a hard time.

Please remain calm,
everything's gonna be just fine.

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING STOPS]

-What's he doing in there?
-I don't know.

He just got quiet.

ATTENDANT 1:
Maybe he passed out.

The captain says we should
restrain him, but I've only--

[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
AND WHISTLE BLOWING]

Seat belts. Seat belts.

[COLBIE CAILLAT'S "OXYGEN"
PLAYING ON STEREO]

Well, hello.

Look, Aunt Liv, I'm beautiful.

Yes, you are beautiful.

Yes, you're beautiful, but why don't
we put this down and take these off?

Come here, give me-- What else do
you have here? I'll take that. All right.

-Go wash that off, okay?
ELLA: Okay.

-Sorry.
-Oh, please, it's fine.

Do you remember when we had
that sleepover at Aunt Missy's...

...and you found the perfume
and then poured it all over--

Was it Lola?

No, Lola was the hamster.
Roxy was the dog.

Liv, what is this? Is this Mom's?

"Always." This isn't Mom's.

No.

It's from John.

John. Your partner John?

-Yeah.
-You told me that you guys were--

He asked you to marry him?

No. He didn't. It was a mistake.

Suffice to say
that it never actually happened.

-Uh, no, you can't do that.
-I have to.

I am your sister and I have told you every
excruciating detail of my failed marriage.

-There's nothing you can tell--
-He was a traitor.

The people he was working with,
I still don't know who they were.

But whoever they were, he was bad.

And whatever was between us
was a lie.

So that he could gain my trust so that
I didn't see him for what he was.

God, Liv.

-I'm so sorry.
-Yeah. Me too.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

And I thought Greg was a jerk.

Well, Greg is a jerk.

Yeah. Greg is a jerk.

Hello?

Where?

BROYLES:
Flight 71 8 went down a little after 6 p.m.

Witnesses say the plane
just fell out of the sky.

Once we recover the black box
we'll know more.

OLIVIA: So why are we here?
Shouldn't NTSB be taking point?

Air-traffic control got a distress call
from the pilot, but it was cut off.

What happened, I'm guessing, has to do
with what I'm about to show you.

It's burned badly. Forensics
thought it was an animal at first.

They were mistaken.

No one's ever seen an animal like this.

WALTER:
I can understand their confusion.

This creature has pelage
characteristic of an animal.

And yet....

I will say this. Our friend here
didn't start out this way.

CHARLIE:
Hey, Liv.

OLIVIA: Hey.
CHARLIE: Hey.

Copies of the manifest and passports.

There's 147 passengers.

Gonna be a long few days...

...for the poor folks tasked
to identify the remains.

So is there anyone of any interest?

Not at first glance, no.

The elder Bishop,
does he have any ideas about that?

Not yet. Or if he does he isn't saying.

CHARLIE: So the official word
right now is engine failure.

The pilot tried to bring it in
for an emergency landing.

The landing gear failed to engage.
The pilot lost control.

The way this thing works.
What it does to you.

Horror show. Far worse than you can
imagine. I'm telling you, this stuff....

It's a horror show, John.

-What? You find something?
-Yeah.

I think this is our guy.

CHARLIE: The fried dog-man?
-Yeah. Marshall Bowman.

We need to pull everything
we can find on him.

How can you know that?

Call it my gut.

Your gut.

I would expect
whatever caused this mutation...

...would've completely altered
his internal organs.

The kidneys appear normal.

It also gave him four extra nipples.

-Maybe he mutated into a possum.
WALTER: No, possums have 15 mammaries.

Unlike most mammals,
who have an even number of nipples...

...hence the one-half rule
regarding nipples.

-The one-half nipple rule?
-You just had to ask, didn't you?

The typical number of young in a litter...

...is usually equal to half
the number of nipples on the animal.

The number of nipples
being the maximum litter size.

Humans, for example.

One child is the typical.

Maximum, twins.

Barring extraordinary cases, when the
young far exceed the number of nipples.

God, I hope I never have to hear him
say the word "nipple" again.

Evidence of an extradural hematoma.

Possibly epistaxis.

Meaning he had a colossal nosebleed.

I know.

Hmm.

There's something hard inside here.

Scalpel.

Forceps.

What is it? A tumor?

Not unless a tumor is made of glass.

AGENT: I need someone
over at VertusAir right now.

Yes, this is about 71 8.

Went through all the reports,
breakdowns.

Here's everything on Bowman.
Forty-two years old.

Worked out of Credit Cotier in Marseilles.

Managed their corporate accounts.

Has Dr. Bishop been able
to make a positive ID yet?

No. Contact the bank,
see what they can tell us.

Done. Back of the file
are Bowman's U.S. clients.

BOWMAN:
He outdid himself this time.

He's gonna get impatient to sell it off.

So you have to get the money
lined up fast.

What?

Olivia, you okay?

BROYLES:
People, we got something.

Simmons, patch me in
through public address.

Wilson sent over the black-box recording.
Last 60 seconds of the flight.

Play it.

PILOT: New York Center,
this is VertusAir 71 8 heavy.

We have a report that there--

[STATIC CRACKLING]

CONTROLLER: Tower to VertusAir 718.
Other aircraft calling. Say again.

PILOT: Purser's reporting a disturbance
in the main cabin. There--

[BANGING ON RECORDING]

It's trying to get in.

New York, we need an emergency--

71 8-- We have something onboard.

It's already killed at least three--

God. Hold that back.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING ON RECORDING]

[RECORDING STOPS]

BROYLES:
That's it. Tech is trying to recover more.

Let's get back to work, people.

Charlie.

Come here a second.

See this guy?

Daniel Hicks. He owns an import-export
company based in Chelsea.

He's the guy that Marshall Bowman
was flying in to meet.

So we need to bring him in
for questioning.

This your gut again?

What's going on, Liv?

This is gonna sound insane.
Let's just put it in the category...

...of "crazy things happen
in Walter Bishop's lab."

Okay.

John Scott and I
shared consciousness.

Our minds were connected through
a procedure before he died.

Some of his memories
are still in my head.

-His memories.
-And sometimes I get flashes.

I see what he saw in the memory.

In one of these flashes I saw him
with Marshall Bowman.

And this guy. Hicks.
I think they were all working together.

-On what?
-I don't know.

A weapon sale of some kind.

Okay. I'll bring him in.

That's it?

Despite the thousand questions
I have in my head right now...

...I'm gonna bite my tongue.

Thank you.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

-Bishop's house of horrors.
OLIVIA: Hey. How we doing?

Good. We got the blood work back.
You were right. It is Marshall Bowman.

-Anything else?
-Yeah.

Walter seems to think he was dosed
with some kind of designer virus.

So it was intentional.

Hard to say it was an accident.
Stuff doesn't exist in nature.

Whoever did it would have a deep
understanding of cutting-edge genetics.

I mean, it completely rewrote
Bowman's DNA.

If the plane hadn't crashed, he wouldn't
have survived the transformation.

There's something else,
under the heading of "What the hell?"

But we found something in his left hand.
Here, I'll stream it to you.

It's a glass disk
about the size of a nickel.

I don't believe it.

We found a similar disk
on the DEA agent a few months back.

I thought you told me
Bowman was a banker.

Now you're telling me
he's some kind of agent?

I don't know. Charlie's bringing in a guy
who might be able to give us answers.

CHARLIE:
Tell us about your business, Mr. Hicks.

My business.

It's import and export.

But you know that already.
You just came from my office.

Why don't you indulge us, Mr. Hicks?

What do you import and export?

Furniture, mostly.

Mostly French, 18th and 19th century.

Look, I'd like to know
what this is all about.

I run a clean business.

How do you know Marshall Bowman?

He's my banker, overseas.

Why, has he gotten
into some kind of trouble?

WALTER:
This is wonderful, don't you agree?

It's just like a good detective movie.

CHARLIE:
Mr. Hicks.

Have you heard what happened
on Flight 71 8?

Yeah, that's the plane
that crashed, right?

CHARLIE:
Mm-hm.

This may be hard to recognize,
but this is Marshall Bowman.

He was onboard that plane.

I-- I--

I don't understand.

I believe you do, Mr. Hicks.
I believe you know how that happened.

I believe that you and Marshall Bowman
conspired to distribute a deadly virus...

...and this is the unintended result.

Look, I think you have me mistaken
for someone else.

Your nose is bleeding.

Can we have a box of tissues, please?

No.

No, tissues won't help.

Get me some sedatives. Now.

I need help.

[GRUNTING]

Walter, what's happening?

I suspect the same thing that happened
to that man in the airplane.

I may be able to suspend the process.

No, not yet. Not until he talks.

-Please.
-You want help? I want answers.

We must have been dosed.

I wanna know the name. Who dosed you?

Conrad.

[YELLING]

Oh, I don't think that's working.

I checked the DHS database.

Nothing on a Conrad first or last name
when cross-referenced with Daniel Hicks.

Well, so far there's no mention
of a Conrad in John's old files either.

ASTRID:
Hmm.

Why don't you let me take a turn?

Thank you.

OLIVIA: Anything?
-Yes.

As often is the case,
there's good news and bad news.

He is transforming, but I placed him in a
medically induced coma to slow the process.

-Which is that, the good or the bad?
-Huh?

-Which is it, the good news or the bad?
-That's the bad news.

The good news
is that I have already synthesized...

...a preliminary sample of an antidote.

I'm testing it on tissue samples
as we speak. And a watermelon.

As a control group.

And will it be ready in time?

WALTER:
Depends on your definition of time.

If you mean
before he turns into a beast...

...I wouldn't wager on it, no.

Wonderful.

Cut open his hand.

-What?
-I wanna see if there's a disk in it.

Like Bowman's.

WALTER:
I like cutting.

-Where did you get these?
-One of them was in Bowman's palm.

The other one was on Hicks.
We've seen one of these before.

Did the NSA ever determine
what it was for?

A data-storage device.
Apparently used to transport information.

I want authorization
to exhume John Scott's body.

John Scott?

I think he may have one on him too.

I think he was working
with Bowman and Hicks.

-I'm afraid that won't be possible.
-Make it possible.

-Excuse me.
-Look, I know it's against protocol...

-...but I don't give a damn.
-Stop.

-If you don't ask Harris, I'll ask myself.
-I said, stop.

You can't dig up John Scott's body.

And that other disk,
it didn't go to the NSA.

Where did it go?

BROYLES: One advantage of being the
Defense Department's biggest contractor:

Massive Dynamic has money
to develop technologies...

...generations beyond that
of the U.S. government.

When we were unable to retrieve
the information, I requested Nina's help.

I suspect you telling me this
isn't the only reason we're here.

Agent Dunham.

Ms. Sharp.

For what it's worth, it was not
my decision to keep this from you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

As you suspected, we discovered
a disk identical to the others...

...embedded in Agent Scott's hand.

NINA: While he may appear to be alive,
I assure you he is not.

We've kept him in a suspended state...

...because we believe that
the information stored in the disks...

...self-destructs
when the disk's host dies.

We attempted to utilize
Agent Scott's body...

...his blood, his DNA,
to try to retrieve the data.

The small amount of information
we were able to gather...

...seems to implicate Agent Scott
as part of a bioterrorist cell.

BROYLES:
There were also references to a Conrad.

We believe he's a scientist.

Designing chemical and biological
weapons for sale on the black market.

CIA's received scattered intel
on him in the past.

Nothing concrete.
We don't even know his full name.

So a plane full of people are dead...

...and our best lead is nothing?

A chemist whose name
we don't even know.

It gets worse.

Three hours ago,
French intelligence relayed to D.C...

...an informant claims a major weapon sale
is about to go down in Chicago.

However, what the informant
was unable to say...

...is exactly where or when
the sale is going to take place.

What the informant did know is that the
man behind the sale is known as Conrad.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

-Hello?
-I'm on my way back. Is Walter there?

Yeah, why?

I just got word that Conrad's
planning on selling this virus.

-What? When?
-I don't know.

If I'm right and John was working
with these guys...

...he has the answer. In his memory.
Which means that it's in mine.

-Olivia, you know how dangerous this is.
-Tell Walter to prep the tank.

I'm going back in.

PETER: You okay?
-Yeah.

PETER:
Be careful.

ASTRID:
We're online.

All right.

-Olivia. Can you hear me?
-Yes.

You must listen to my voice
at all times.

It is your connection,
your lifeline. Understood?

Understood.

I am going to try and guide you
through John Scott's memory...

...in an attempt to take you back
to the place...

...where he met our
comatose friend here, Mr. Hicks.

Now, picture yourself...

...at the top of a steep flight of stairs.

As you descend, step by step...

...you will become progressively
more and more relaxed.

Now here come the last five steps.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

[GASPS]

-Where are you?
-I'm in a bedroom.

No, it's not a bedroom.

This is where we used to meet.
John and I.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Oh, man. This is crazy.

-Absolutely. This'll never happen again.
-No, never.

-Ask her what she sees.
-What do you see?

Me and John.

Don't worry, he can't see you.
Remember, you're observing a memory.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Liv.

Olivia, what's happening?

-John's talking to me.
-That's not possible, Olivia.

He can't see you.

We'll try to take you elsewhere,
where John and his accomplices met.

-Don't move.
-Liv, what's wrong?

Stop. Don't. Don't move.

Olivia, focus on the sound of my voice.

I said stay there.

-I miss you.
-Don't move.

I'm gonna ask you a question,
you're gonna give me the answer.

You were working
with a man named Conrad.

He developed a biological weapon.
I wanna know who he is...

...and who he's planning on selling it to.

-Liv, put the gun--
-Stop lying to me, John.

I know you were part of a terrorist cell.
We have your partner in custody.

Hicks, he's dying.
And Bowman is already dead.

They were infected
with some kind of a virus.

-Liv--
-No!

[BEEPING]

PETER: What just happened?
-I don't know.

PETER: We need to get her out.
We need to get her out, now.

WALTER:
It's too dangerous. She's too far in.

We need to reconnect
before we pull her out.

Olivia, can you hear me?

Olivia.

Olivia, can you hear me? Olivia?

[FOOTSTEPS]

Walter?

JOHN:
Olivia.

I want answers, John.

JOHN:
There he is.

-Who?
-Conrad.

He's a monster, Liv.
Capable of creating horrible things...

...weapons which he does for
no other reason than because he can.

Because he's curious.
And he sells them to the highest bidder.

That's him.

And that's me.

The problem was we were hunting a man
none of us had ever seen before.

If I had known I had him in my sights,
I could've taken him out right there.

It was my most important mission
and I failed.

I let that monster get away.

I didn't know it was him.

What mission?

Who were you working for?

Bowman and Hicks.

The truth is they were,
they are, government agents.

NSA, a secret task force.

And so was I.

I don't believe you.

-It's the truth, Liv.
-No, not again.

If you want me to believe you,
you need to prove it to me.

I can't. Liv, it's black ops,
a deniable operation.

If we're to take out Conrad, there can
be no record of our involvement.

That's why I could never tell you,
even though I wanted to.

If that's the truth, then help me.

-Tell me where the sale's going down.
-What sale?

The virus. We believe
that Conrad's planning on selling it.

I don't know what's going on
inside Conrad's organization.

Hicks would know.
You need to talk to Hicks.

He was privy to that information.

-He has it--
-John?

-John?
-Liv, trust Hicks.

He can help you.

OLIVIA:
John? John?

-John?
-We have to pull her out.

OLIVIA: John?
-Prepare 30 cc's of dextroamphetamine.

[GASPS]

-Hi, Peter.
-You're okay.

You're gonna be fine.

[DOOR OPENS]

I understand. Thanks for checking.

My contact at NSA couldn't confirm
a single thing John said.

Of course.
John said they wouldn't be able to.

That's the perfect alibi,
one that you can't confirm.

Yeah. How's it coming?

His cell sample's membranes
still aren't absorbing the inhibiter.

We don't know
if the antidote's working yet.

But it might. We could try it and see.

You wanna wake up Hicks, even though
he could transform just like Bowman did?

Conrad could be selling this virus. Hicks
can tell us how this is gonna go down.

And you're willing to take John's word
that you can trust Hicks?

It finally happened.

I'm now referring to a dead guy
who exists only in your mind.

Boy. I need another bag
of midazolam right away.

What if he's still lying to you?

Have you considered that?

If Hicks and John
were working with Conrad...

...then maybe John
is using you to tip Conrad off.

Or even worse, to get you killed.

This is a bad idea, Olivia.

My mother always says I stick my nose
in places it does not belong.

I know we haven't known
each other that long...

...but you are one of the best judges
of character I've ever met.

So I guess the question is:
What's your instinct?

When you were with John,
when you were looking into his eyes...

...was he for real?

Prep Hicks.

Ready or not,
we're administering the antidote.

An experiment. How exhilarating.

This is Agent Dunham.
I need to talk to Broyles.

[GASPS]

WALTER:
Sorry to wake you.

Little worse than adrenaline except,
perhaps, lice, which is a nightmare.

[HICKS WHEEZING]

Mr. Hicks, try and breathe normally.

Can you hear me?

This is an antidote. While I can't
guarantee it will actually work...

...I do have a recorded IQ of--

-One-ninety-six.
-Really?

We know about the work
you were doing with John Scott.

Now we need your help.

BROYLES:
For those not in the know...

...information has come to us
about a weapons buy.

The goods: The same virus
responsible for Flight 71 8.

I know this label gets slapped
on pretty much all we do...

...but preventing this transaction
from taking place is our highest priority.

The prospective buyer landed
in the United States this morning...

...0700 hours, O'Hare Airport,
and we were there.

That suspect is now in custody,
and no surprise to anyone...

...refuses to cooperate.

But we do have someone else in custody:

An informant with extensive information
on the players we'll be dealing with.

His name is Daniel Hicks,
and he has agreed to relay...

...all necessary information
to Agent Dunham...

...using an encrypted,
untraceable two-way radio...

...which we implanted this afternoon.

Agent Francis
will coordinate surveillance.

The informant disclosed the meet
is scheduled for 1600 hours...

...at the Fairchild Hotel, Room 1021.

The seller, a man known as Conrad,
will not be there...

...but his intermediaries will.

We have agents standing by to move in
in corresponding rooms.

Per regulations, no raid will be ordered...

...until Agent Dunham
has visual on the weapon.

When she does,
she'll give the go signal.

-That signal will be...?
-"Christmas."

We all look forward to see how
she works that into conversation.

[AGENTS LAUGHING]

BROYLES:
Okay, people. Let's get it done.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Listen up. Spotted the seller.

The seller is making a phone call.
Stand by.

You didn't have to come with me,
you know.

Shady deals with shady guys
in shady hotels is my m.o.

Typically, if someone is gonna kill you,
it's a good idea...

-...to have an ally in the room.
-I'm not scared.

Being fearless
doesn't mean you're being safe.

-Astrid, how are we doing?
ASTRID: Hey.

Hicks is onboard and ready to go.

I'm putting you on speaker.

So far, so good, Olivia.
Blood pressure 140/90, not bad...

...considering 3 cc's of adrenaline.

Are they gonna expect bona fides?

-Hicks, tell me what I need to know.
HICKS: Well, they're gonna be suspicious.

Why they've never seen you before.

You tell them you used to work
with Anderson.

Anderson, okay, got it. What else?

Tell them Ernesto
flew in for the meeting...

...but he got called back
to the basement and he couldn't come.

What? Called back to the basement?

Just say it, he'll understand.

You're not messing with me, are you?

You trusted John Scott, right?

Then trust me.

CHARLIE: He's on the move.
Seller's heading inside.

That's him. Here we go.

Liv, you be careful.

You're Gavin.
Susan, I used to work with Anderson.

I was expecting someone else.

Ernesto flew in, but he was called back
to the basement, so he couldn't make it.

Who's he?

Who are they?

We'll sweep you and get to business.

Good.

[DETECTOR BEEPING]

She's clean.

GAVIN:
The money, please.

Just a formality, I assure you.

It will only take a moment.

Have we met before? You look familiar.

-Did you work with Anderson too?
HICKS: He's testing you.

You tell him Peter met Anderson
at New College at Oxford.

They met at Oxford. New College.
Isn't that right?

What does it matter to you
where I met anyone?

Where did you meet, on campus?

HICKS: Where they met?
I'm sorry, I don't know that.

I don't know where exactly it was.

We met at the White Horse
on Wheatley Road. You know it?

I don't recall.

You would. Thai food, it's fantastic.

I could tell you what each of us
was wearing if you want to hear it.

Where the hell did he come up with that?

I have no idea.

GUARD:
It's all here.

Have a seat.

I have to admit,
I was skeptical that you'd come at all.

Well, of course we came.

I thought it would be Paris
all over again.

HICKS: That was because of the French
intelligence report and he knows it.

That was because of the French
intelligence report. You know that.

True.

But this is a larger purchase.

[DOOR OPENS]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

GAVIN:
Hello?

Okay.

Conrad would like to see you.

-When?
-Now.

He's on his way.

What's going on?
Do they have the package?

-Why isn't she calling the raid?
-Conrad's coming.

AGENT: So what?
-So she doesn't wanna scare him off.

She wants to get him.

She's waiting for Conrad.

GAVIN:
We've included this with the purchase.

It's a reverse-mutator. An antidote.

It would take you years
to reverse-engineer an antivirus.

It's why the purchase price is so high.

The formula itself
is deceiving in its complexity.

We shouldn't have a need for that.

GAVIN:
It's only in case of accidental exposure.

Which, I assure you, would be fatal.

Now, why wouldn't Ernesto
call me back himself...

...and tell me someone else
was coming to meet?

Uh-oh.

Oh, God.

A tranquilizer, quick.

It's happening to him.
Hicks is transforming.

GAVIN:
Well?

Well, how would I know?
I'm not Ernesto's mother.

At least tell me who he was meeting.

[HICKS GASPING]

WALTER:
Quickly. Quickly.

What the hell is going on?

[YELLING]

I asked you a simple question.

Who was Ernesto meeting?

I need a name. Somebody,
anybody else in your operation.

Oh, no. Oh, God. Hicks is out.

I'll ask you again.
Who was your colleague meeting?

Sir, should we move in?

Okay. That's enough.
Now, just tell him. Tell him.

I'm not getting greased
over Ernesto's secret.

What secret is that?

-Shut your mouth.
-Ernesto is sick.

He's dying sick, okay?
He just doesn't want anybody to know.

Damn it, Liv. Give the signal.

-What is wrong with you? He asked--
-I got a gun in my face.

Both of you, shut up!

-Get that out of my face, I'm telling you.
-Gavin.

-Who are these people?
-According to them, Ernesto's sick.

It's true.

He found out the day before Christmas.

I spoke to Ernesto this morning.

He's fine. Kill them both right now.

CHARLIE: FBI! Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!

Hands on the table. Get down.

AGENT 1:
Get your face down! Nobody move!

-Check the other room.
AGENT 2: Stay down!

AGENT 1:
Put your hands behind your back.

John Scott says hi.

Turns out Conrad's a French citizen.
Conrad Etienne Moreau.

Wanted in connection with at least
half a dozen biological attacks.

Those are just the ones we know about.

He's been manufacturing
biological weapons...

...and distributing them
on the black market for years.

And you caught him.

I would think you could at least
let yourself crack a smile about that.

I didn't do it alone.

You know, despite the successful
outcome of this case...

...John Scott's status remains the same.

As far as this department is concerned,
he was a traitor.

Even if he was telling the truth...

...there's no way to confirm it.

That's all right.

I know the truth.

And that's enough.

Hello?

Anyone here?

[DOOR OPENS]

WALTER:
Agent Dunham?

OLIVIA:
Where is everyone?

WALTER: They took that gentleman
that was here to the hospital to recover.

-So the antidote worked.
-He started improving...

...almost as soon as I administered it.

Which is more than I can say
for my own concoction.

In any case, I was just about to read
a bedtime story.

Walter.

I was hoping you'd do me a favor.

Even if you did go back in,
I'm dubious you'd even be able to find him.

What do you mean?

Your brain-wave patterns
are returning to normal.

Your mind is finally succeeding
in purging itself of Agent Scott.

Even if you could reconnect, it would
be for seconds, minutes at best.

And then you would never see him again.

Then we need to do this now.

JOHN:
It's beautiful out here, isn't it?

We caught him today.

-Conrad.
-Really?

I'm sorry that I doubted you.

I should've trusted you.

No, it wasn't your fault.

I always meant to tell you.

I guess I ran out of time.

There was one other thing.

I know we can't ever be together.

Not really.

Maybe I won't know the difference.

I love you, Liv.

I love you too.

[ENGLISH SDH]