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Good enough.

Do you want to say a few words?

Sunrise. Shovel fast.

Oh, my God.

- What happened, Ian? - We found Artemis.

- What? - And then we...

killed her and we buried her in the woods.

It was a good grave.

One of the best.

You know there's a sink... ?

She strangled Artemis with her own scarf.

Then, she peeled off her fingernails

like it's rotisserie chicken, underneath each is a tattoo

of numbers like a fucking code...

Artemis let Mr. Rabbit kill my dad.

She knew where he was and didn't tell me.

Your dad killed every child we've seen

on the news in the last few days.

- It's his flu. - He killed those kids to save me.

Really? You're worth all 92 of their lives?

I don't see it.

Artemis let your dad die

to protect you, to protect this entire planet,

before he tried to save you any more, with more disease.

As far as I'm concerned, she's the hero

of this whole fucking thing.

She still needed to die.

If the Harvest would have found her, they'd have hurt her.

- Much worse than I did. - You killed her.

The Harvest would have killed her, too.

They just would have made it last longer.

I just think we're losing a little touch with humanity.

Really?

Who's most human here?

Me, who for nine years

has done nothing but stay alive at any cost,

or you three, with your small jobs and tiny apartments

and phone screens and texts always chirping up at you?

Your only passion?

Sitting in your bedrooms talking about a world

I was actually living in.

A world that, yes, sometimes means killing,

even if...

You found Artemis,

we found Grant.

And Grant found Utopia.

Careful.

No one taught him scissor safety.

It's okay.

It's... it's okay.

She only wants Utopia.

Like us.

Can I have those?

See? Thank you.

Is that my starburst?

Jessica Hyde?

Do you want to see the real thing?

I do.

That's so...

Wow.

It's mine, you little shit.

Jessica, stop.

Get the fuck out here!

Jessica, he... he is a kid.

You're scaring him.

Grant, open this fucking door.

Open up!

Let me talk to him.

- You're scaring him. - Open up!

Fucking open the door!

Jessica... whoa! Calm down!

Little fucker.

Hey, um, I don't want to freak you out.

Uh, I totally got this under control,

but I need to let you know that, uh, Stearns is in the hot zone.

He's in St. Louis?

Yeah.

He's been there since last night.

He tried to fake his way in.

He was controllable, you said.

- Mm. - "He's like a mushroom.

"Give him a little blast of sunlight

and stick him back underground." That's what you said.

Yeah.

I mean, we didn't think that he had balls.

Apparently, he does.

It's a pretty serious situation.

You bet your fucking ass it's a serious situation.

We need to fix this today.

As of right now, Dr. Stearns

is the most dangerous man on the planet.

♪ Mairzy doats and dozy doats ♪

♪ And liddle lamzy divey ♪

♪ A kiddley divey, too, wouldn't you? ♪

Thank you.

- Oh, hey. - Mmm.

Yeah, all the hotel rooms are booked,

'cause of all the people looking for answers.

I found a place with one spot left.

- Really? Where? - Chez Stearns.

- Oh, c... - First-class service,

- free continental breakfast and... - Come on.

... a slobbery little snuggle buddy.

Oh, a slobbery little snuggle buddy?

Hey, Penny. Hey, sweetie.

- Hey. - "Hi. I miss you."

Oh, honey, I miss you.

God. If I could get even just some basic information,

I... I might be able to provide some answers.

Look, Michael, I think it's great that you tried,

- but it... it's time to come home. - Mm-hmm.

... are liars, fascists...

- I'm worried about your anxiety with all those crowds. - Okay.

Michael, did you even hear what I said?

Uh, you know what? I got to, I got to call you back.

- Hey... Oh, excuse me. - Sorry.

Sorry, I... I overheard you there. Uh, I can't get inside, either.

Are your kids in there, too?

No, I... I'm a virologist, actually.

And I think that if I was given...

I went to work in the morning.

I came home, and this place was barricaded.

My husband and kids are trapped in there.

- Are they infected? - No, they're not infected at all,

but the doctors said they can't leave quarantine

for another 48 hours. Does that sound... ?

- 48 hours? - Mm-hmm.

That's actually incredibly fast.

I... It doesn't feel fast to me.

- So, the outbreak originated in schools. - Mm-hmm.

I... is there any way to find out the exact classroom?

Why? Do you think you can help, Doc?

Well, that's what I'm trying to do.

That... that's why I'm here.

- Can I join you guys, then? - Are you kidding?

- Yes, please. Please, please. - Come on over.

Whoa.

- Hey. - Dick.

- How do you feel? - Good, man.

You need me there? Talk to me, Rambo.

Nope, Dad, I got this.

Reread Seven Habits last night.

Feeling really sharp.

Be bold.

Today I plan on being nothing less than revolutionary.

Sharpen the saw, sharpen the saw.

Motherfucking Bundt cake!

Hi.

Gentlemen and lady,

so, we have some serious issues.

Who's the boy?

He's the boy with Utopia.

This one is a bit of a broken record.

Where is Jessica Hyde?

This is like a little turdy pop song that's stuck in my head.

I wake up in the middle of the night, take a piss,

and there it is.

I'm shaving and showering in the morning, there it is.

I'm having relations

of an intimate variety with a lady friend, and there it goes:

"Where is Jessica Hyde?"

I need this earworm out of my head.

And she's not alone.

She's got some comic book nerds with her.

Between them, they've seen several pages of Utopia,

which is several more than we've seen, which is unacceptable.

We need to find a way

to make them reveal themselves.

And this one.

This is our most immediate concern.

Our gentle, spineless scientist

has somehow found his backbone

and is in St. Louis, demanding that he personally conduct

the field tests for his vaccine.

- Oh, my God... - Thomas,

we can't have Michael there, man.

- He could blow this whole thing up. - Yeah!

If he gets a blood sample, we have real problems.

He was supposed to study the sample of flu

we sent him, conclude it was his flu

and then sound the victory bell for us.

Yes. Obviously, Cara.

He was supposed to do what we had every reason in the world

to believe that he would do, but he didn't.

I know what to do.

We need to pull a duet sourced from Home.

We need to start manufacturing the vaccine, now.

Everything has to happen now.

So...

... what next?

We need Utopia.

We need to find the boy.

So, how do we get him?

We're gonna crowd-source the shit out of him.

Need to make sure that everyone in America

is looking for that little shit.

- I suggest honey, not vinegar. - So, let's brainstorm.

AMBER Alert?

We don't know the kid's name.

But do we have a similar? At Home?

- Likely. - Then we stage a kidnapping.

Mom comes forward, then we have his identity,

and concerned citizens are out there looking for him.

Kidnapping.

That's very local news.

I was thinking public park.

Spree killing.

That sounds extreme.

Yeah, this is an extreme situation.

I'm sorry, killing innocent children...

Innocent children are already dying

by the dozens from our flu.

That was an understood sacrifice, Thomas.

Yes, Cara.

Those children were the understood sacrifice.

What have you done today...

To earn your place in this crowded world?

Need you to think bigger picture here.

So, Winger Park...

My children play at Winger Park.

Dayton Grove Park is also a very accessible park.

- There are no blockades... - I'm sorry, Thomas, I have to object.

None of the rest of you have a problem with this?

You can't object to the unnecessary murdering

of innocent families in a park?

Cara, we understand.

- You're a mother... - This has...

this has nothing to do with me being a mother, Thomas.

Or a woman, or not tough enough.

I was one of the first people on board.

This isn't about me being weak or sentimental or...

There's a line.

Cara...

are you having doubts about our larger purpose?

No, I'm not, Thomas.

Then can we continue?

Sure.

Does your dad know about this, Thomas?

Lean in...

Cara.

You're an asshole, Thomas.

You're getting emotional, I see.

- Calm down, okay? - I'm not...

- I'm not being emotional. - Okay.

You're a fount of reason.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm gonna ask you for your help.

You must be a smart kid. You fooled all those grown-ups

into thinking you were one of them.

And you got Utopia.

You did the one thing we all just talked about doing.

But I look at you, and I see...

your clothes are too small for you.

You smell bad.

No one is taking care of you.

So no one is going to care that you are going to spend

the rest of your life being hunted.

Look at me, Grant.

You're gonna end up just like me.

You're not gonna like it.

So I'm asking you to let me look at Utopia.

I think you and I may be able to figure this out.

The two of us.

Why?

'Cause I'm the kid who's been running forever,

trying to find the answers.

And you're the kid who found them.

Wow.

Oh.

Oh, it's the Fairy.

A carousel.

Jump rope.

This feels... off.

Just tell me how to find Home.

Artemis said the answers would be here.

I don't understand.

We haven't really studied it.

Yeah. I mean, it could take us months to decode.

I don't have months.

All right, well...

- maybe give us minutes? - Just find the answers.

- Okay, well, let's... let's divvy up. - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, um...

Anything on Diels?

Minutes, bro. Minutes.

Hey, Jessica, the tattoos underneath the fingernails,

do you remember the numbers?

7-7-3-1-5-3-7-0...

- 7-1. - 7-1. It's here.

- What? - It's in Utopia.

- Look, right here. - Whoa.

Yes.

Let's see, uh...

What does it mean?

Seven billion.

The world population.

So, the number of people that are... gonna die:

everyone.

The undoing, um...

Chicago.

7-7-3.

It's the Chicago area code.

We should call. I'll call.

I'd be dubious of the security.

Okay, let's shortcut this.

You're dubious. Becky's optimistic.

You're threatening. Grant, I'm sorry,

- I don't know you that well. - No problem.

Look, if you want answers, there's a phone number

planted in Utopia.

Department of Homeland Security.

Agent Katherine Milner.

This is Agent Milner.

This is Jessica Hyde.

Artemis told me to contact you.

I don't know a Jessica Hyde.

Or an Artemis.

She chose that name.

Artemis, Protector of Children.

Does that mean anything to you?

Sure. It's clever.

My cosplay name is Enyo.

Sorry, you have the wrong number.

Put it... put it on speaker.

The second you called me,

the Harvest started moving.

Take the 355 north for 22 miles.

1100 Durham Road.

Leave now. Leave how Artemis taught you.

Make me some kindling. Break the rest.

What the fuck is this?

No. No!

- Move. - No.

She has a dad. He needs to know.

- What good will that do? - A little.

If people find her...

It'll just be another violent death in Chicago.

- It'll blend in. - If the Harvest...

They'll know we're not afraid to kill our own.

That's an advantage.

There's no downside.

We're out in ten seconds.

- Ooh. - Whoa.

Vroom vroom.

I guess I'm just surprised.

Thomas is in the hot zone,

and I'm here enjoying my work-life balance.

I had to have one of you with me

and one of you to stay here and hold down the fort.

You understand why I picked you?

- Yeah. - Yes?

- Yeah, yeah. It... - Good.

it just sucks to be out of commission

on my own idea, you know?

You know...

Christie, can I ask,

is it because of Simpro?

The false flag was my idea, and I bear full respons...

- Cara, it was a good idea. - I...

It got the attention on me, the FDA tests it,

- of course, it comes back clean, - Right.

no flu, total vindication:

I'm a sympathetic figure.

Check the budget proposal,

- but slow-walk... - Yeah, I'll slow-walk it back.

- Sure. No, I... - Yeah. Hi, Jim.

The FDA will look like fools if they came at you again.

- We were absolutely rock solid until... - Right?

Goddamn Dr. Mike.

Can I ask you, then, why am I on the sidelines?

Cara, it's not the sidelines.

It's the fort.

I need to mention a most difficult subject.

Thomas isn't ready.

I don't know that he ever will be.

Hey. Okay, come here, baby.

Come here. I got you, I...

Okay.

Hi.

To your question...

How was he during the meeting?

Thomas has strong ideas...

- Yeah. - ... uh, and...

I just think he needs to be grounded.

You can help him with that.

Okay.

Okay.

Sir?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Hi, honey. Hi.

Dr. Dearborn,

head of the CDC.

Here you go, pal.

Chloe. I wanted to talk to you about the St. Louis flu.

I have some doctors I want to send your way.

You're tired.

New baby smell.

It appears out of nowhere in classrooms across one city.

Food-based?

No. Water-based.

No.

Fomite?

No.

All arriving medical personnel,

please report to medical tent 127 in the red zone.

Excuse me, guys! I... I know Dr. Christie!

- I... it's Dr. Michael Stearns! - Hey, forget it.

Forget it, man. They don't care. I could be helping.

- I'm a doctor. - I am, too.

My specialty is this flu, for God's sake. This flu!

I even have a sample of the vaccine.

- What? - I just need access to test it.

This is... Why the fuck aren't you inside?

- You could be saving my daughter. - I know.

- Is she infected? - I don't know.

Last I heard, she's in the medical tents.

But no one will give me anything else.

I'm Dale. Dale Warwick.

- Michael Stearns. - Excuse me.

- Hey. - Hey.

Excuse me. Christie Labs.

Hey. Hey, hey, Thomas Christie!

- Excuse me! Excuse me... - Christie Labs. Thank you.

Thank you. Hi. Thomas Christie.

I'm here representing Christie Labs.

- Thomas Christie! - I was told that Dr. Dearborn

from the CDC called ahead to ensure our entrance?

- Yep. Right this way. - Great. Thank you.

Thank you. Let's go, boys.

Hey, Thomas Christie! Hey!

Hey, I'm a flu expert!

I'm bleeding again.

I'll fix it when we have scissors.

It feels like shit.

Stop the car and let me out.

- Hmm? - Stop the car.

Do not trust Milner just because she wants you to.

If she tries to get you to go anywhere, do not.

- Do not let her know we have Utopia. - Wait, wait.

- Y... you're not coming? - It was your idea.

See if she knows the way Home.

See if she's worth trusting.

- You stay with Jessica. - But I want to stay with you.

Come on, Grant.

If they take you and there's torture?

Make sure to tell them I'm dead.

Hey! Hey, wait for me!

I've cut back to one torture a month.

Well, this feels creepy enough.

Wow...

You should know I don't bring just any girl here,

only the special ones.

Sh...

This is...

- Oh, let me just... - No.

Jessica Hyde?

I'm so thankful to finally meet you.

You're not Jessica Hyde.

Then who are you?

And where is Jessica Hyde?

We... we don't know Jessica Hyde.

Right.

Artemis just happened to send you my way?

Gave you my phone number?

- Don't waste my time. - We don't know Jessica, but we...

we know Utopia.

If you've seen Utopia, and I doubt...

We've seen it.

- Do you have it? - We've seen it.

- What have you seen? - We're not gonna tell

some stranger in an abandoned toy store

the secrets of Utopia just because she asks.

We're under attack.

You're Homeland... what do you know about Harvest?

You think I won't tell you, but I will,

'cause you should know.

After 9/11 the U.S. government recruited a group of scientists

to help beat the rest of the world in biological warfare.

By creating diseases that would kill us.

It's the new arms race.

We don't necessarily want to use the diseases,

we just want to have more of them than anybody else.

What we didn't know was that nestled amongst this group

was a few rogue scientists.

They took our information, our resources and went global.

- The Harvest. - Controlled by Mr. Rabbit.

You know how much money is to be made

in precision biological warfare?

A weapon that can target people with complete deniability.

Target people by race,

ethnicity.

Drop a virus on a communion wafer,

target by religion.

Weave a virus into tampons, target by gender.

That's what they were perfecting, and that's worth

billions and billions to the highest bidder.

So who is Mr. Rabbit?

In 2002, Mr. Rabbit had a deal

with a group in China to provide them

with a particularly vicious strain of pig flu.

At the last minute, his clients reneged.

So Mr. Rabbit himself went to China

with the flu he promised them.

By the time it was over, more than 800 people had died.

Are you talking about SARS?

Years later, they finally caught him.

They tortured him, and so, to mark him forever,

his captors carved the Chinese symbol for rabbit on his torso.

They released his identity to every agent in every government

with which he had dealings.

And then they set him loose.

A little game...

run, rabbit...

to see who would kill him first

and in how much pain he would die.

You can't begin to imagine the ways people can die.

Instead of going underground,

he began systematically killing everyone

who might know who he was.

63 people on five continents by the time he was done.

Then he went underground.

That's the man who wants to kill you.

He could be anyone right now.

But judging from the state of the world,

I don't think he's done creating death.

Has this information made you feel better?

No?

No.

Homeland Security doesn't tend to make people feel better.

- Uh, wait. - Yeah.

Can, uh... can we at least seek asylum with you?

You know, protection?

- Yeah. - No.

No?

- No? - No.

You don't have Jessica Hyde, you don't have Utopia.

Okay, I understand

why you want Utopia.

Why do you want Jessica Hyde?

Because Mr. Rabbit wants Jessica Hyde.

She knows something that makes her very dangerous to him.

I like that about her.

You don't have to do this alone, you know.

Tell Jessica I can be a friend.

Wait. Where's Home?

Where the heart is.

At this point, there are less

than 4,000 tigers left on the planet,

and most will soon be in captivity.

We can make more, though. Breeding.

Well, we aren't having any luck at that, actually.

Why make more, anyway? They just sit in cages.

I think that's an important point.

We are wiping them out.

Do we have a right to create more just because we can?

When there is literally no place for them on Earth anymore?

- Hey. - Hello, Arby.

Hi, Arby!

- May I help you? - I need a helper.

A good listener.

What size are you looking for?

Mm...

Hmm.

Him.

Yes.

Will he be back?

If he listens.

So, all we have for Jessica is bad news.

We got no idea how to get Home,

we're being hunted by a madman who killed 92 people, so...

Oh, no, you're forgetting everyone who died from SARS.

Yeah, this is not good.

Whoa.

- Fuck! - What's happening? What's happening?

- Are you serious? - What's happening? What's happening?

Seriously?

You should've seen your face, dude.

What the fuck you waiting for?

I'd just...

I'd just like one hour

where I don't piss myself.

Where are we going?

Chicago. We're going City Mouse.

So, what happened?

This one's gonna be harder on you

than the others, I'm afraid.

I don't see why.

Mm.

Part of me hopes that you do see why.

Once it happens.

You're entirely set?

Yes.

You picked the child?

Yes.

- Which one? - Adam.

He's a nice one. Mm.

He'll be happy to help.

You'll be absolutely sure to do it...

Humane.

- Humane. - Humane.

I wonder if you really know what that means?

Not slow and not bad.

That's as good a definition as any. Hmm.

Everything in Utopia is real.

Mr. Rabbit is real, and he's after us.

After Jessica.

But we still don't know why.

- We'll find out, Milner will help... - Milner won't.

No one knows.

Why do they still want me?

Hey, what do you remember

about Utopia, about Home?

Like, how much of this feels right?

I was very young when we moved to Home.

Six, maybe seven.

And what does it look like?

I lived in my own little house.

It was yellow.

Your own house?

No adults?

My dad visited. Sometimes.

Yeah. Home seems real nice.

Giant presents were always coming in and out.

"His greatest creation."

"Inside his greatest creation."

What was in the presents?

I don't think I ever got to open them.

Yes, it was important that I not go near the presents.

Bioweapons? Medical equipment?

Presents.

Did you have a special friend who helped you?

I remember a man, bring me cookies every Tuesday.

Jessica, in Dystopia, Mr. Rabbit feeds you cookies.

Jessica, the man who brought you cookies...

... do you remember his face?

Not really.

Maybe that's what's hidden in Utopia.

Yeah.

Mr. Rabbit is finally revealed,

and... and that... and that's why they're still after you.

You might actually know who he is.

Kids are dying! Kids are dying!

Kids are dying!

Hey, this is, this is her, this is Charlotte.

A little ballerina.

- Yeah. - She's... she's beautiful.

Thanks.

Kids are dying! Kids are dying!

Dr. Michael Stearns?

Yes.

You've been cleared.

Oh, my God.

Okay. Okay.

Oh... Okay. Good luck, guys.

- Okay. - Good luck.

- Huh. - Hey!

Michael, if you see my daughter,

tell her that her dad says "I love you,"

and tell her I'm... I'm gonna get in there, I'm gonna see her.

- Dr. Stearns, let's go. - Wait.

My medical partner comes with me.

Let's go.

But he'll need a suit.

We want answers! We want answers!

We want answers!

Come on, come on.

Charlotte.

Daddy.

You're here.

I'm here.

You said you knew this flu, right?

You'll see, Mike. She's strong.

She's a fighter, and she wants to live, Mike.

This was Sam's Dystopia notebook.

Her research, drawings.

She was real smart.

Oh, man, I wish Sam could have seen all of Utopia.

Guys? This thing, it...

it... it... it's on the final few pages

of Sam's notebook over and over.

It... it, it must have been the Utopia page Olivia showed her.

When she said it was big?

Yeah, but that creature's not in Utopia.

It has to be. Unless... we don't have all of Utopia.

What are these?

His fingerprints.

How did you get them?

Oh, kids touch everything.

What did he touch?

A bird.

- Good. - Yeah.

I'm just gonna compare this...

Mm-hmm.

Well... no time like the present.

- Because. - Cara, are you ready?

Excuse me.

Arby?

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