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Hey, sleepyhead.

Hey. Morning already?

Yep. Time to go to work.

You know Weaver and his schedules.

"Tom, we're gonna have
meetings, every morning at 9:00.

Rain or shine, come hell or high water...

...come skitters or mechs
dancing in the mess hall.

And, Tom...

...I can't abide any tardiness."

We've been here two weeks
and already everything feels so...

Normal?

Normal, like the way it was before?

That's too hard to imagine.

Although I do miss some things.

Like what?

Taking a deep breath of clean, crisp,
New England air.

Mm.

Oh, and the smell of coffee brewing.

And?

The sound of my boys waking up,
fighting over who gets the bathroom.

Those three...

...constantly, always on each other
about the stupidest stuff...

...like TV or socks or cereal.

Rebecca constantly having to be the...

...referee.

Sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about.

I had a husband too, and a son.
I miss them, sometimes very much.

- This is what we have now.
- I know.

And it feels nice.

Yeah, it feels nice.

Feels really nice.

- But I'm gonna be late.
- Me too.

- So we can pick this up later?
- Mm. We have to.

- After dinner?
- Mm. Or after lunch?

Oh, that sounds even better.

It's a date.

Hi. Sorry.

That's twice this week, Tom.

Yes, sir.

That just underlines
the main point of the discussion...

...that we're going to have this morning.

Fact is, this whole company...

...has become too relaxed,
too complacent.

I can see it already in the neglected
chores and the sloppy drilling...

...tardiness.

With all respect, 2nd Mass has been
through a lot these last few months.

A little R & R can't be a bad thing.

I disagree, Tom.
It can be the death of us.

We cannot afford to let our guard down
for even one single day.

Now, this whole reason,
the point we stopped here...

...was to restock
and prep for the long haul...

Haul to Charleston.

Captain?

Hold on. I'm fine.

Gonna be all right?
- This was the, uh...

Captain Weaver?

What's happening? What's happening?

Oh, my God.

Somebody go get Dr. Glass right now!

Dr. Glass!
- What have they done to me?

What have those damn aliens
done to me, Tom?

Dr. Glass!

- Hold him! Hold him steady!
- Give me a hand.

Captain?

- Tom?
- Yeah.

I gave him a monster dose of lorazepam,
no effect.

I need you to take over.

- You hear me?
- You're gonna be fine.

No, listen.

Don't worry about me.
You just get the 2nd Mass to Charleston.

I'm counting on you.

I don't understand.
How did this happen?

This.

I've tried every antibiotic, every antiviral
medication we have here, no effect at all.

What is that?
Venom from the harness spike?

Probably, but every test
turned out negative.

- No sign of anything out of the ordinary.
- That looks out of the ordinary.

If there's something there,
it's too small for us to see.

I've been trying to keep the spread
localized to his legs.

Wait a second. You mean
this has been spreading for a while?

- Yes...
- Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to. But Captain Weaver was
clear, he didn't want anyone to know...

...especially you.
- Especially me?

- We could've done something sooner.
- Like what?

Getting him to Charleston where maybe
they have a doctor that knows what to do.

What I do know is,
this poison is spreading.

That's all the more reason.

- Tom...
- Do what you can for him.

Stabilize him, prep the med bus.
We're leaving tonight.

Just for the record, I think it's crazy
you're out here on patrol already.

How many times do I have to remind you
how much I hate hospitals?

You're risking pulling out your stitches,
possible infection, getting shot again...

...just to be out here with me.
Know what that means?

- You like me.
- Typical guy, making it all about you.

- You know what I mean.
- I do.

Hal, we're gonna have to talk
about some things.

- Oh, not this again.
- Yes, this again.

- Look, I get what you're saying.
- No, I don't think you do.

Hal, I'm not the right person for you.

Don't I get to decide that?

What is it about
"I wanna be with you"...

...that you don't understand?
- All of it.

Which is why I'm trying to say
nothing can happen between us.

Okay. Because you don't like me.
I get it.

No. No, the truth is I asked Weaver
to move me to another unit.

- What? Whose?
- Goodman's.

- Goodman?
- Yeah, Goodman.

Isn't he's like 50?

- Hal.
- Hey, no, I'm just asking. That's...

God.

He had his harness removed.

- Oh, God.
- Hal, there's more.

Oh, my God.

- They're all dead.
- We gotta be sure.

- Hal.
- Yeah.

Karen!

Karen.

I don't understand.

Help me.

Karen. Karen!

Karen!

Karen!

I'm not gonna sugarcoat the situation.

Captain Weaver
is in serious medical trouble.

Dr. Glass is doing everything possible,
but so far nothing seems to be working.

I believe we have no choice but to get
back on the road and get to Charleston.

I think that's not only Captain Weaver's
best chance but ours as well.

Like when?

We should be ready to leave by tonight.

Uh, well... Well, that might be a problem.

Okay.

On Captain Weaver's orders, I've been
draining the fuel from the vehicles...

...that run on diesel
to keep the hospital generator going.

We don't have enough fuel
to get to Charleston.

We barely had enough to get here
from Richmond.

Captain Weaver knew about this?

We've been trying to scout fuel depots
but haven't had any luck.

Yeah, which is why the captain
had me using the diesel for the generator.

We have a bigger problem. I've already
drained the diesel from the trucks...

...and, well,
we only have enough fuel...

...to keep the generators going
for another 12 hours max.

When were you gonna
give Captain Weaver that news?

He knew everything.

All right.

Obviously, first order of business then,
is to widen the search for fuel.

Dai, assign three scouting parties...

...one to the east, one to the south,
one to the west.

Give them enough fuel
for four hours out and four back.

If we shut down all power except
to the ICU where Dr. Glass is working...

...how much more time
will that give us on the generator?

I'm guessing roughly double.

- Okay. Good. Let's do that.
- Okay.

The rest of us, we gotta get packed
and loaded for Charleston.

There's no time to lose.

- Dad.
- Yeah.

Hal and Maggie just got back.
They need you right away.

- Okay, I'll be there in a bit.
- But, Dad...

...they found Karen in the woods.

Hey.

We found her buried in the woods along
with a group of de-harnessed kids...

...all dead, except her.

I don't understand.

She's barely breathing.
We gotta get Dr. Glass.

- Okay. Wait, wait, wait.
- Dad, her harness is gone. Please.

Don't let her stay.

We can't trust her.
She's still attached to them.

How do you know that, Ben?

I can... I can hear it.

Dai, take her to the psych ward,
put her in a secure room.

- Dad.
- Your dad's right. It's best this way.

Until we know.

Dr. Glass is in the ICU
with Captain Weaver.

Ask her to meet us in the psych ward.

- It's okay. It's okay.
- Where am I?

You're here with the 2nd Mass.
Look at me. It's Dr. Glass.

- Remember me?
- Don't talk to her. We can't trust her.

- Ben.
- She's not one of us.

It's all right, Ben.

Hello, Karen.

Oh, you're alive.

- Oh, thank God.
- As you can see.

It was the most horrible thing...

...I have ever experienced.

Watching them torture you.

Not being able to do anything.

We're glad you're back, Karen.

We do have some questions, though.
And a few concerns.

Sure.

The ones you were found with,
the dead kids...

...were they on the ship with you?

Maybe, but l...

- I don't remember.
- What do you remember?

Only that I was...

...on the ship...

...in my pod.

When I woke up, I saw Hal's face.

That's all.

Look, I understand how crazy
this might sound, but...

How was your harness removed?

I'm not sure.

- But I can only guess that...
- What?

That I had served my purpose.

All right, well, get some rest.
Try to get your strength back.

I'm sure Dr. Glass
is gonna wanna run some tests.

Can I get some food?

I don't think I've eaten
in a really long time.

I promise
you'll be very well taken care of.

All I ask of you
is that you don't leave this room...

...until we've had a chance...
- To make sure that I'm not a threat.

Make sure that you're healthy.

Yeah. I understand.

And I'm really happy to be home.

All I ever wanted
was to be back to the 2nd Mass...

...with you and Hal.

Get some rest. We'll talk more later.

Hal.

I want a guard on that door 24/7.

Glad you're back.

Dad.

- I wanna stay with her.
- I don't know that that's a...

I have a better chance than anybody else
of finding something that's not right.

All right. Fine.
I still want a guard on that door.

Hey, Ben.

- So, what's going on?
- What do you mean?

All the suspicion. All the crap about
those bad feelings or whatever.

That's Karen.

So you say.

I never met her before today,
remember?

Because we lost her while
she was helping trying to rescue you.

I'm sure whoever she was before,
she was a wonderful person...

...but the thing in there, it's not Karen.

So why are you any different then, huh?

I guess I'm not.
Which is exactly why I can handle her.

You won't be able to resist
her manipulating...

Would you listen to yourself, bro?
Look at her.

She was half-dead when we found her.
She's scared, and she's freaked out.

How's she gonna manipulate me?

She already started.

If I were you, I'd keep him
as far away from her as possible.

It won't end well.

- God, you can be such a...
- Freak?

I was gonna say tool.

But if you like freak,
sure, we'll stick with that.

- Boy, he can be frustrating.
- Yeah, but probably right.

Really? Come on, now...

Slow down. I'm just saying
it's a little more than weird...

...that she just happens to show up
less than a click from the hospital.

Yeah. Okay.

- So?
- So you haven't even flinched.

The Hal Mason I know
would've been all over that...

...if it had been anyone other
than your old girlfriend.

Okay.

It's getting exponentially worse.
- Meaning what?

He has less time than I thought,
than I can even estimate.

Damn it.

Thoughts?

The equipment isn't that sophisticated,
but what I think is happening...

...is that the toxin from the harness has
attached itself onto the erythrocytes...

...the red cells, like a parasite
hitching a ride up his bloodstream.

He got bitten weeks ago.
Wouldn't that have killed him already?

It should have, yes,
but my theory, and it's just a theory...

...is this toxin, or parasite, or whatever
it is, needed time to incubate, to mature.

Like eggs?

Or larvae or something
I don't understand.

So that's it?
We're just gonna watch him die?

- Of course not.
- All right, get Weaver ready.

We're gonna get whatever gas we have
and drive him straight to Charleston.

- No.
- That's an order.

- You don't get to give me orders.
- No?

I'm in charge of the 2nd Mass.

I've been taking care of the 2nd Mass
since the beginning. I'm the doctor.

- I know.
- Not you, not anyone.

I decide the course of action
for patients. Me alone.

- Calm down.
- Weaver's best chance is here with me.

Rebecca, stop!

I'm sorry.

I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner,
to be honest.

Or vice versa.

I'm not your wife, Tom.

We don't get the luxury of having a
lover's spat in this wasteland of a world.

- All we get to do is survive.
- I've had his job for less than a day.

I don't think any of us realized
how he's held the 2nd Mass together...

...with spit and glue
and sheer willpower.

Our best chance of survival
is his survival.

Give me until midnight
to come up with something.

If I can't, then we'll do it your way.

All right, fair enough.

It's good to finally meet you, Ben.

Hal used to talk about you a lot.

I had forgotten
what real food tastes like.

Is that Pope guy still cooking,
or is Uncle Scott back in the kitchen?

Pope's gone, and, uh...

...Uncle Scott was killed
when mech bullets tore him apart...

...when he was trying to save a group
of kids pinned down by a skitter column.

I'm sorry.

I liked Uncle Scott.

Well, he's dead.

Along with a lot of other really,
really good people.

People who were trying to fight
your masters.

They're not my masters.

Not anymore.

You might be able to fool the others,
but not me.

I can hear you.

You can hear me?

What are you talking about?

You're still connected to them.
You can hear it too.

I do hear something.

It's kind of like...

...a TV and a radio
and static playing all at once.

Is that what you're talking about?

Yeah, something like that.

But it's just noise.

Distant noise.

I sure don't feel connected anymore,
because I remember what that felt like.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Like a hand
wrapped around my throat...

...moving me around like
I was a rag doll, hardly able to breathe.

Forced to witness horrible things.

Powerless to speak out.

You must remember.

I remember.

And you were paired with the skitters.

Imagine 10 times that.

Can I get some more bread?

Uh...

...yeah.

Sure.

We think we've come up with something.
Well, Lourdes, actually.

Uh, well, it really started with
the captain being hypothermic...

...which is his body temperature
has been dropping.

Which didn't make sense.

The normal reaction to an infection
is an elevated temperature, a fever.

But that's not what's happening.

So we wondered if the pathogen needed
a cooler environment to survive.

Which is why it's moving through the
system nearest the surface of his skin.

So we tried raising Weaver's
temperature with heaters and blankets...

...and that slowed the pathogen down,
but didn't stop it.

That's when I remembered something.

A technique called
extracorporeal hyperthermia.

The idea, as crazy as it sounds,
is we pump out Captain Weaver's blood...

...warm it to over 105 degrees,
then we pump it back into his body.

That change in temperature should
disrupt the growth of the pathogen...

...if not killing it altogether.
- That sounds crazy.

The technique has been used
to treat cancer and aids.

Assuming that's even possible,
how do you do that without killing him?

Well, that's where Jamil comes in.

- Me?
- All we need is a way to pump...

...and re-circulate the captain's blood
through a heating element.

- That's all?
- Can you do it or not?

Well, I'm not saying it's not possible,
but when and with what?

The when is now, and this is a hospital...

...I know we can find the raw materials
and machines.

There's no other choice, is there?

Okay. Do it. Just do it.

In the meantime,
we keep prepping for Charleston.

As soon as those scouting parties
get back with fuel, we're on the road.

Anything?

No fuel, boss.

But we found them on the side
of the road 10 miles west of here.

Them?

- Pope.
- I don't think he's breathing.

Over here.

Right over here. This is good, Lyle.

- Is he?
- Alive? Barely.

Okay, I'm fine.
- No, you're not. Sit down.

- What happened?
- Ah. Me and Pope...

...Iooking for a new set of wheels
outside of Durham.

So we split up. I heard gunfire
and by the time I got back to him...

...he was being chased
by a mess of skitters.

We ran like hell, but a mech got
a shot off and the blast landed near us.

Pope went down.

And I just picked him up and I kept
running until I couldn't run anymore.

- He needs to rest.
- Sure. Good to have you back.

- What about him?
- He's dehydrated.

Got a good concussion,
but I don't see any critical wounds.

So he's gonna be okay?

We'll give him fluids. He wakes up
in the next few hours, he should be fine.

Call me when he wakes up, but...

I know. Weaver's a priority.

My family used to spend
summers on Nantucket.

I don't think I ever wore shoes.

I loved the sunlight there.

Warm. Sweet.

Do you ever dream
of what it was like...

...before?

- Hard to dream when you don't sleep.
- Really?

I don't think I ever slept as good
as I did last night.

Breakfast.

Oh, thank you.

I can't believe how hungry I am
all the time.

Well, it's, uh, not much,
I'm afraid, but, uh...

We're running low on everything.

Time for another food scout, huh?

- We're pulling out soon anyway.
- To where?

I don't know. They don't tell me that.

Because of your spikes?

Guess I'd better get used to that too.

Yeah, well, it's, um...

...not so much fun being called, uh,
razorback or coat hanger.

Really? That's what they call us? Heh.

Not to my face, but, uh, yeah.

But it's not all bad...

...I'm realizing.

Yeah?

Well, it's weird...

...but I can hear almost anything.

Like what?

Like conversations about the generator
not having enough fuel.

Or Captain Weaver being in a coma.
I mean, I assume you can too, right?

Yeah. Sometimes. Sometimes, yeah.

When I was looking out
the window earlier...

...I could see details
I never even knew existed.

And then there's this.

You gotta admit
that's kind of cool, right?

Karen, you have to put it down.

What...? What's happening?

- I don't know.
- I can feel what you're feeling.

I can feel it too.

What the hell?

What'd you do to her?

Karen. Karen.

What'd you do to her? Ben!

Hey. Hey. Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
- Here, sit down.

- What did he do?
- I don't know.

I don't know. We were just...

We were just talking, and then...

And then I felt this connection from him.

I'm so scared, Hal.

Hey. Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Well, the idea is simple enough.

We pump blood out of Captain Weaver
into this chamber...

...where we heat it up
to 105 degrees Fahrenheit...

...which, in theory, should kill whatever
it is that's in the captain's bloodstream.

Then we pump it into
this second chamber...

...where we cool it back down to normal
body temperature, 98.6 degrees...

...and then pump it back into his body.

How long is this gonna take?

- Eight hours, more or less.
- You said he could die by then.

If we can reverse the process,
if we can get the pathogen to recede...

...before it attacks the blood brain barrier,
I think we have a shot at saving him.

Lourdes, Weaver's core temperature?

Still 96.

Okay. Hang in there, captain.

Nothing more to do
except wait and see.

Can I talk to you for a second?

I just, uh, wanted to say that I'm sorry.

- For what?
- For thinking that I knew more than you.

For everything.

I said it wasn't a big deal, and it's not.

When things calm down,
we can talk about it...

...but right now I should get back.
- Sure.

- It's down. It's down.
- No, no.

- It's the generator.
- Lourdes, bag him.

Tom, I'm gonna need you
to turn these pumps manually.

It doesn't need to be fast,
just steady and consistent.

What about the temperature?

It should maintain its heat long enough
for Jamil to get the power back on.

- I got the generator.
- Let's get it going.

- Ready.
- Go.

Whoo!

- We hit the jackpot, boss.
- Diesel?

Yes, sir. We got three barrels full.

Got two barrels of gasoline,
three crates of 30-weight oil...

...and a whole mess of fan belts.
- Good work.

- There's more. We just couldn't carry it.
- Where?

Uh, southwest, I think. I almost gave up,
but I had this intuition...

...and my daddy always told me, "Boy..."
- Great. Uh...

...right now, we gotta get this diesel
over to the generator and load it up.

- Yes, sir.
- I'll find Jamil.

What's up, Hal?

I've been looking all over for you.

We gotta figure out
some way to help her, Maggie.

- Karen? What are you talking about?
- Something bad's gonna happen to her...

...if we don't do something.
- No, you got it backwards.

Something bad's gonna happen to us
if we don't do something about her.

It's Ben.

- Damn it.
- What?

It's that stuff he was doing
with the skitters. Ugh.

His spikes glowing.
And he's doing something to Karen.

What are you talking about?

I think he's trying to recruit her.

Something with that skitter
that he brought.

I came in the room...

...and they were holding each other.

And their spikes were glowing.

- Where's Ben now?
- I don't know.

You gotta go find him. Okay?
If anyone's in danger, it's him.

You gotta trust me on this.

Shift's over, Jon.

I'II, uh, take it from here.

Yes, ma'am.

What are you doing?

We're gonna have a little girl talk,
you and I.

I don't understand.

No, I think you do.

I think you understand
really, really well, actually.

So let's stop playing games, okay?

Look, honestly, I don't...

- This isn't about Hal, is it? Because...
- Yeah.

It's about Hal.

And Ben.

And Tom Mason.

In fact, it's about the entire 2nd Mass
and how you're gonna crawl back...

...to whatever dung heap you came from
and leave us all alone.

So it's us now, Maggie?

Innocent little Maggie
with a heart of gold.

You know, I feel sorry for you.

You have spent so long
pushing people away...

...you have no idea
how to get close to anyone anymore.

Now you're doing the same thing
with Hal...

...because you don't think
you deserve him.

And you know what?

You're right.

You know, I used to think
about your time with Pope.

Despite all your stories
about how they mistreated you...

...the truth is
you felt more comfortable with them...

...than you have with anyone else
in your whole pathetic life.

You don't know me.

I think I do.

And you know what?

Maybe that life
with Pope and his gang...

...maybe that's the life
you really deserve.

Karen? What's happening?

Are you all right?
- Yeah, I think so.

- She just burst in here...
- We need to get Dr. Glass.

No. No, Maggie said
that no one could trust us.

She tried to shoot me, Ben.

We're not safe here.

Where will we ever be safe?

I know a place...

...that we could be safe and accepted.

We'll have to leave here first, though.

This way.

Where? Which direction?

There.

Ben!

You need to come with me, now.

No. We need to go.

For our protection
and for the 2nd Mass.

I think we'll let Dad weigh in on that.

Now, let's move. Both of you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Will he be all right?

Yeah.
- I'm sorry it came to this, Ben.

I knew I'd have to leave
sooner or later.

You know, I loved your brother once.

Very much.

Yeah.

I'm sure he loved you too.

- But, uh...
- I know.

Ready?

Yeah.

- So it's working.
- Seems that way.

At least he's finally breathing
on his own.

His core temperature
is back in the range of normal.

That's good news.

But he's not out of the woods yet.

There's no telling
what collateral damage has been done.

I just hope we killed whatever it was
that caused this in the first place.

It's really up to him now.

Well, we got enough fuel
to last for a few more days.

But the food stores are almost depleted.
I need to send scouts out for food.

That's gonna mean burning more fuel.
We're running low on ammunition.

I'm getting complaints about sanitation.
People are asking when we're leaving.

They're panicked over rumors
skitters are heading our way...

Hey.

We'll get through this together, okay?

I know.

Dr. Glass.

I don't believe this.

Captain? Can you hear me?

Don't try to speak. Lourdes, water.

No, just hold on.

Good, good. Small sips, captain.

I know.

Wow.

How am I?

It's complicated.

How much fuel did we burn
saving my sorry ass?

It was worth every gallon, captain.

You gave the order?

Something like that.

You and I are gonna have words
when I get out of this bed.

Well, I look forward to it.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yeah, what is it?

Uh, it's Pope, sir.
He's awake and asking for you.

All right, I'll be right there.
- He says it's a matter of life and death.

There's a lot to fill you in on.
I'll be back.

- Lourdes.
- Don't move too much.

You want more water?

Pope?

I'm getting out of here.
We all need to get out of here now.

- You need to calm down.
- What's your problem?

- You're here. You're safe.
- No. No, professor, I am not safe.

We are anything but safe.

They're on their way.
They're on their way to you.

Who?

The fish-heads, they're looking for you.

Or more precise,
they're looking for your boy, Ben.

Ben? Why?

Skitters had me pinned down, overrun.

Next thing I know,
I'm staring straight at a fish-head...

...who wants to know
exactly where you guys are.

Us?

How did it know
that you were part of the 2nd Mass?

They had a harnessed girl
who was there.

- She's the one who did all the talking.
- What girl?

You know the one, the blond.
The one your, uh, oldest boy was sweet on.

- Karen?
- That's her.

Scary as hell. It's like she could take her
hand, reach into your brain and squeeze.

- What do they want with Ben?
- I heard some crazy-ass talk...

...about a skitter rebellion
and your lizard boy being a part of it.

- How long ago was this?
- I don't know.

It was two days ago
when I grabbed you.

Stay with her. Ben?

Ben?