All language subtitles for Threshold - 01x08 - Revelations

My name is Molly Caffrey,

and I work for the federal government.
I deal in worst-case scenarios,

the unthinkable.

On September 16, 2005,

the unthinkable happened.

An extraterrestrial object
appeared off the bow of a naval freighter.

The entire crew was exposed
to a high-frequency signal.

Some died instantly,

others began to change.

They are now stronger,
more resilient.

They dream of alien landscapes,

and they are driven by
the impulse to infect others.

Several of the crewmen
are now loose in the United States.

They will strike anytime,
anyplace, anyone.

Their goal:

to turn us into them.

But I have a plan to stop them.

That plan is called "Threshold."

Remember this when you're
begging the Lord for mercy.

I've seen the dark angel,
and he is coming to scourge the earth!

Only those with supreme faith

will find eternity
in the sea of glass!

Help!

Can anyone hear me?!

Everything is outlined
in the plan.

Two walks a day--

quarter of a mile minimum--

one bowl dry food in the morning,
one treat in the evening.

He is not allowed on the bed.

and he gets a bath
every other Saturday.

His favorite game is hide and seek,
and his favorite toy is the sock monkey.

Oh, and, uh...

the three closest animal
hospitals are on the last page. Yes, ma'am.

I'll take care of him.
All right.

Hey, you be good,
all right?

Where's he off to?

Well, I thought it'd be best
if someone else looked after him for awhile.

Who's looking after you?

Come again?

You've been working
nonstop for three days.

Have you even been home
since Hatten's funeral?

I gave the order to shoot down
a plane full of people,

one of them my good friend.

A decent therapist might say I'm throwing myself
into work to help sublimate my guilt.

And they'd probably be right.

But at least
I'm being productive.

You can't compartmentalize
your stress forever.

Maybe you should
talk to someone.

You know, I thought that's what we were doing.
You know what I mean.

We're all under a
lot of pressure.

Your Threshold protocols include
stress counseling as part of the plan.

Might be time
to get that started.

I'll give it some thought.
We have a situation in New Harmony, Indiana.

Hometown of one of our missing Big Horn crewmen.
Yeah, Craig Sonntag.

Isn't he the infectee who shot
one of our men at the refinery?

Yeah, I watched him get run over
by a car and walk away like it was nothing.

- Did we get a hit?
- Maybe the kind we don't want.

I had two agents staking out his mother's house.
One went missing.

Let's bring up everything
we know about him.

If Craig Sonntag did come
home, I want to know why.

When Goodman didn't check in this morning,
I put a call out to his partner.

Agent Harper wasn't with him when he disappeared?
No, they're splitting shifts.

Harper was asleep
back at the motel while

Goodman was running surveillance
on his mother's house.

- What about his vehicle?
- There's no trace of it.

I thought all your cars were
equipped with GPS locators.

They are, but for some reason,
this one stopped transmitting.

Last known position?

Last known position was two blocks away
from his mother's house.

New Harmony's barely
a dot on the map.

It's hard to believe Sonntag could slip
into town without us noticing.

Well, if there's one thing we've learned
about our infectees, they are full of surprises.

What do we know about him?
Born and raised in New Harmony,

spent two years as an agricultural engineer
before he joined the Navy.

His mother is his only
surviving relative.

You better get out there.

Anything?

Oh, plenty.

I've been studying the Big Horn hull fragment
that washed up in Rhode Island--

the one we
found at the seafood joint.

No doubt about it,

the crystalline structures are the result
of algae that was bio-formed by the alien signal.

And these crystals affected people's theta waves,
made them have the nightmares.

Within a two-foot radius.

They may be invisible to the naked eye,
but they pack a wallop.

We blew that ship
to smithereens.

What's to stop more of these fragments
from washing ashore?

Nothing. That's why we shouldn't
have blown up the ship in the first place.

Point taken.

Now what do we do
about these fragments?

We've already got people
combing the shoreline,

but that's only a stopgap measure.
I think we've got to go to the source,

find out
what we're dealing with.

Yeah, this shouldn't
be a problem.

You know, I cut my teeth
on deep ocean probes.

That ship could be
in a million pieces,

a thousand feet down.

Hey, they found the Titanic,
didn't they? After 90 years.

Yeah, but we got GPS,
state-of-the-art sonar.

90 years?

We'll find it in 90 minutes.

I could whip up a search grid
using the Big Horn mass,

you know, seasonal currents,
cean floor topography.

This probe would be equipped
with a robotic camera,

so we can monitor the entire search from here.
Make a list of what you'll need.

Uh, and this will involve DOD,
the Navy, and the Oceanic Administration.

And what do we do
if we find the Big Horn?

We raise it and bring it back.

We've got a handle
on things here.

If you don't mind
my suggesting,

you might want to take
that field trip to Indiana.

Why might I want to do that?
Cavennaugh's looking for one of his men.

I don't want him stepping
over people to find him.

He lacks a certain...

Savoir faire?

That's one way of putting it.
And it wldn't kill you to get a little fresh air.

He was supposed to be
back here by 6:00 a.m.

When he didn't show up, I went to look for him.
That's when u called me.

We put out an APB on both Goodman
and his vehicle.

We also have a dozen agents
scouring the town. We're gonna find him.

First things first:
Did Sonntag make contact with his mother?

Nothing from the phone surveillance
indicates they made contact.

Unless it was
outside the home.

We should search her house
for any evidence.

You know her schedule. When's the next time she's
out for any length of time?

About two hours.

Every Thursday, she attends
an evening church service.

- What's your entry point?
- Rear door.

She keeps a spare key
in the bird feeder.

Checked both bedrooms.

One of them
is a sewing room now.

So, if Sonntags back,
he's not sleeping in his old bed.

Remember our cover story?

Yeah, the families were told
the crew died at sea.

God, her son was her life.

There's probably a shrine like this
in the home of every missing crewman.

I'll check out the basement.

All right, call me
if you find anything weird.

I almost shot a dryer.

How'd you do? I've been through the
pantry, the cupboards...

She doesn't keep a lot of food in the house.
You looking for a snack?

I'm looking for a way
to explain these. Grocery bills.

One from two weeks ago, one from yesterday.
Beef jerky, canned beans,

peanut butter...

Healthy appetite.
Fenway said our infectees crave protein.

And most of the items
are nonperishable.

She could be getting them to her son somehow.
So we follow the food trail...

I can tell you where it leads.

She's a big contributor to Food for Children.
It's a local food drive.

Got the hair sample you
wanted from a shower drain.

Is there anything else
you'd like me to do? Hang on a second.

Dr. Caffrey?

Molly?

Church flyer.

Look familiar?

"Join Reverend Lavory as he
shares his important message.

"Great change is coming as
foretold in his visions.

Come hear about
the sea of glass."

This change of clothing habit
of yours comes in handy.

Shh. No talking in church.

Sonntag's mother.

Revelations 4:6.

"And behold,

"I saw the throne in Heaven.

"And before the throne
there was a sea of glass,

"like unto crystal.

"And in the midst of the sea,
there was a beast with eyes before...

...and behind."

I have seen this place.

And I have seen the beast
standing in the sea of glass.

I prayed to God, and I asked him
why was I being shown these things?

And then I realized,

I was part of a divine plan.

It's already happening.
In your homes.

How many here tonight
have had the dreams?

Don't be afraid.

Reverend, I've had it.

Don't try to fight it. I've had the dream.
Accept what is happening.

Only those who believe
will find eternity in the sea of glass.

It's a small magazine out of Evansville--

a staff of two, really.

I do the writing, and, uh,
John here is the whole graphics department.

Welcome to New Harmony.

What brings you here?
You, actually.

I was sent one of your flyers.

We're interested in running a piece
on the visions you've been having.

Well, now,
that sounds promising,

but how do I know
I won't open your magazine

and find
I'm some kind of crackpot?

Oh, we're not here
to make judgments, Reverend.

Uh, I'll just write
about your message, and

we'll let the readers decide
if you're a crackpot all on their own.

Fair enough. Hey, do you mind
if I take a few shots?

- Please.
- Thank you.

Shall we sit?

I suppose it doesn't matter
what people think of me.

It's all going to happen,
whether they believe or not. The end of the world?

The end of the world
as we know it.

I prefer to think of it
as a change. What kind of change?

A cleansing.

Like the Great Flood
or Sodom and Gomorrah.

The impure
will be swept away,

and those that remain will go on to the next step.
And what is the next step?

One step closer to becoming
the divine creatures that He intended us to be.

When did your dreams begin?
Three weeks ago.

And they become more
vivid every night.

Where were you when they started?
In my bed, naturally, in my living quarters.

I know this might sound strange,
but our readers enjoy a lot of detail.

Would you mind just showing me
around the quarters

so I can describe
where it all began?

Yeah, I suppose so.

And some other members of your congregation
claimed to be having these visions, as well.

Do you think any of them might
be willing to talk to me? I'm sure of it.

You mentioned a...
a landscape of, uh, glass or crystal

and a... and a dark presence.

Anything else?
Any other details?

Once, a few days ago, a
dead man came to see me.

Really?

He lived here in this town
until he was killed on a ship at sea. Craig Sonntag.

Uh... any idea
why he might show up in your dreams?

I think he's a symbol.
Sonntag is German for Sunday, the Lord's day.

He told me not to be afraid.

Comforting,
isn't it?

Who knew there was a sea
of glass in the Bible? Creepy, isn't it?

Yeah.

We better stop this thing before it turns
into a full-blown religious movement.

Either he's infected,
and trying to fool us,

or he's not infected,
and he's misinterpreting the dreams.

I've asked my secretary to put you in touch
with members of the congregation.

Much appreciated.

You wanted
to see my living quarters?

Whoa, whoa, hold on.

I'll be right
behind you, but first,

I'm gonna get a status
report on Agent Goodman,

see if anything
turned up-- all right? All right.

Activate sonar sweep,
north quadrant.

Come about two-two-niner,
seven degrees.

We've got an echo
in grid 17-A.

Pegg to Commander Williams.
Go ahead.

You see what we see?

That's affirmative. Something's down there,
a good 20 meters long.

Can you feed us the telemetry?
Stand by.

You hear about
what's going on in Indiana?

You mean, Reverend Lovejoy spouting
biblical nonsense about Armageddon?

How do we know it's nonsense?

People have been predicting the end
of the world since the beginning of the world,

and exactly none of them
have been right thus far.

Yeah, except that, now,
we're facing an alien threat.

I'd say that that qualifies.

What are you talking
about-- some divine plan?

Who's to say it's not?

I mean, for all we know,

we're trying to prevent something
that was supposed to happen.

Call it what you want--
the next step in our evolution...

God's plan.

If that's the case, then,

the Old Man's sense of humor's
more twisted than I thought.

And if this is some sort of divine plan,
then, uh, tough luck, Big Guy,

but I'm gonna do everything
I can to stop it.

You...

Here we go.

It's definitely
metallic.

The profile's not right. The Big Horn had
a rectangular hull. That's convex.

Another shipwreck?
Yeah, certainly looks that way.

We should, uh, widen
our search radius.

Although, I do
have a better idea.

Why don't you just ask your buddy
God to tell us where the Big Horn is?

Maybe he gave us the brains
and the talent to find it ourselves.

It was beautiful.

Crystal spires,
fields of glass.

It filled me with
so much hope.

A-Anything else?
Horses.

Six magnificent white horses pulling
a golden chariot, and inside was this bright light.

I think it was the Lord Himself.

W-When did your dreams begin?
Two nights ago.

It-It was pretty wild.

The whole town was on fire,
and people were screaming.

Reverend Lavory-- he
took me by the hand. He led me to safety.

The sea of glass?

No. It was right here in the church.
So, you never saw the crystal landscape?

No, no, no, nothing like that.

There was this earthquake,
and the ground opened up,

and this giant monster
that looked like Kraken came out,

only he was made out of glass.

The Kraken?

From Clash of the Titans.

Cool movie. Ever see it?
Afraid not.

That's when
I woke up.

That's kind of
like the reverend's dream, right?

I mean,
the Kraken is a dark presence.

Sounds like it, yeah.

So, all we're dealing with
is Reverend Lavory.

Everyone I talked to
described something different.

I mean, aside from the
occasional reference to glass,

there's nothing in
common, and-and

none of them were like the dreams
that we had after we were exposed to the signal.

Sounds like Lavory's sermons
had quite an impact. Put ideas in their head.

I think they want to feel part
of something special,

something larger
than themselves,

you know, like we all do.

Caffrey.
Hey, it's Fenway.

I got your results.

I got enough saliva off the water
glass to run a DNA analysis.

Your reverend is officially human.
No genetic mutations.

If he is having the dreams,

it's likely
his theta waves are elevated,

like yours and Cavennaugh's,

but I can't confirm that
without a direct examination. And Sonntag's mother?

I recovered a skin tag
from one of the hair samples.

Same result--
she's normal.

Thanks, Doctor.

Uh, Baylock, how are Lucas and Ramsey
doing with their treasure hunt?

They had a near miss.

The search continues.
Keep me posted.

Lavory's not infected.

But he's been exposed, either to the alien signal,
or more of those crystalline structures.

Anything in his room?

Not that I could see.

I think it's time we start digging
a little deeper into that church.

And, uh, stay on top
of Mrs. Sonntag.

I want to know how her son
fits into this equation.

I'll find out more
about this food drive,

make sure her donations are going
where we think they're going.

We got a hit on the APB.
The police found Goodman's vehicle.

I'll check it out.

Have you
seen it, too?

What?

You've had the dreams,
haven't you?

Oh, you're not gonna lie in a church,
are you, Ms. Cambrey?

How did you know?

I felt a connection to you.
I knew it from the moment we met.

Why didn't you say so before?

Trying to maintain
some objectivity, I guess.

You didn't come here looking
for an interview, did you?

You came here
searching for answers yourself.

I had this made
after the visions began.

I have seen this
shape many times.

It appeared to me
in rain on a window.

A reflection
on a fountain.

Such a profound design:

one symbol made of
three separate spires.

Sound familiar?

You think it's
the Holy Trinity.

What do you think it is?

I've been told it's a graphic depiction
of a mathematical equation.

Maybe it's both.

"Science without
religion is lame.

Religion without science
is blind."

My favorite Einstein quote.

Don't be frightened.
It's all preordained.

Our dreams,
the coming change.

Perhaps your soul is troubled
because you're fighting it.

I'm not ready for
the world to change.

I'm afraid
it's gonna happen anyway.

Are you afraid
that you'll be judged harshly for your sins?

Do you carry the burden of guilt?

You said you saw this
symbol reflected in the fountain.

Can you take me there?

You spend a lot of time
out here? I do.

It's where I meditate
and write my sermons.

It's a little late in the season
for lettuce, isn't it?

We've been blessed
with temperate weather and fertile soil.

This is the fountain?
- It is. - Reverend?

You have a phone call.
If you'll excuse me.

Are those human teeth?

Let's document everything.

Any more human teeth?

No, but look at this.

Crystalline formations.
Are they all like that?

So far.

Be careful.
Don't let it touch your skin.

Now we know what caused the reverend's visions.
Proximity to the crystals.

The time he spent out here meditating
was enough to affect his dreams.

Let's get these samples
to Fenway ASAP,

and make sure these guys
rotate shifts-- 15 minutes on, 15 off.

Until we know the cumulative effects
of the crystals, let's treat it like radiation.

All right.

I want you to supervise
a thorough search of the church grounds,

see if we're missing anything, all right?
Yes, sir.

Hey. Any news on Goodman?

Found his car
at the bottom of a ravine.

Looks like it was an accident.
Or that's what someone wants us to think.

They find the body?
Won't for a couple of hours.

It's going to take a while
for our guys to get down there.

Fenway, did you get the images?

Well, they certainly look similar to the crystals
we found on the Big Horn hull fragment,

but I can't say for certain till
I put one under a microscope.

Do you have any idea
what's causing this?

Well, with the hull fragment,

we know the crystals came
from exposure to the alien signal,

so unless that probe made
another appearance,

I-I don't have the first clue.

All right.
The samples are on their way.

"Modern Spirituality"?

I'm sorry I lied to you.

What in God's name is
the federal government doing in my church?

I-I can't go
into detail right now,

but we found some unusual
mutations in your garden.

They're potentially very toxic,
and we need to know how they got there.

Am I under arrest
for something?

No. We-we think
you're the victim of something.

Your visions may be directly related to it.

I haven't eaten anything
from the garden.

Well, you didn't have to. Just being near it
was enough. That is absurd.

Who tends your garden,
Reverend Lavory? Is it you?

Has it occurred to you that what is happening
out there is part of the coming change?

You call them mutations;
I call them signs.

So you do know about them?

I know that I have been anointed by the Lord
to help usher in a new chapter in human history,

and I will not be silenced.

We are not trying
to silence you,

but if you won't cooperate,
we will take you into custody.

This is religious persecution.

Get out of my church!

Reverend.

You are desecrating the house of the Lord!

You've sealed your
fate, Ms. Caffrey.

Remember that when you're
begging the Lord for mercy!

You sure this is the Big Horn?

You went all excited puppy
the last three times.

This-this is it. We're-we're-we're waiting
on a visual. Go left.

Left? Can we be
a little more specific?

How about throwing in degrees
and meters just for kicks?

Okay. 50 meters ahead,
22 degrees to port, mon capitan.

Hold on. I think I see something.
I don't see anything. Right there.

It matches
the Big Horn's hull geometry.

We're fighting interference.
I'm not sure from where.

It's not the equipment.

Boost the SONAR.

What in the hell
are we looking at?

The Big Horn.

I know...

but what's all that?

Zoom in.

Oh... we are so screwed.

Molly.
All right, keep me posted.

Still no word
on Goodman,

but I just got an update
on the food drive situation.

The donation center records show

they haven't received any contributions
from Mrs. Sonntag in at least a month.

Her receipts were all
within the last three weeks.

Yeah, so who's eating all that food she's been buying?
Harper, keep going here.

I think it's time we met Mom.

His father left when
Craig was just a boy.

So we didn't have enough money for him
to finish his agricultural studies.

So he joined the Navy.

It was, uh... it was my idea.

You don't know how many
times I've regretted it.

Are you investigating the accident
that killed Craig?

Mrs. Sonntag,
there may have been a mistake.

We think your son might still be alive.
That's-that's not possible.

The admiral said
the entire ship exploded.

We need to know if you've seen
or talked to him recently.

This is crazy. My son is dead.

I understand this is difficult.

Over the last three weeks,
you've purchased a great deal of food.

Would you mind telling us where it went?
What does this got to do with my son?

Please, answer the question.

I gave it to the food drive.

We spoke to the donation center.

They have no record of it.

That's because I went to the one in Concord Township.
Do you have any proof?

Any receipts or anything
that we could see?

I'd need to find them.

Please.

Concord Township?

That's about 50 miles from here.

Ma'am?

Mrs. Sonntag?
Ma'am?

You okay?
Yes, I'm fine.

Well, she saw her son, all right.
And he infected her somehow.

Fenway said her DNA
was clean.

Well, Fenway was wrong. We got to get
you to a doctor. I'll be okay.

Caffrey.

Yeah, I'll be
right there.

Harper found something at the church.
I'll stay with her and wait for back-up.

All right.

Be careful.

Harper?

Where is everybody?
We turned this place upside down.

If Sonntag was here,
he's not now.

I've stationed a couple
of agents on the perimeter

and sent the rest
back to base camp.

You said you wanted
to show me something? Right here.

Hello?

Anyone?

- Monster?
- He's gone.

What are you talking about?

What happened here?

Your plan failed, Molly.

Your protocols were
a death sentence for millions.

That's not possible.

I-I-I-I went through every
contingency hundreds of times.

That's not right.

Remember this when you're
begging the Lord for mercy.

Help!

Can anyone hear me?!

We've covered every square inch
of the wreckage. This stuff is everywhere.

These crystals the same
as the ones on Fenway's hull fragment?

The spectral data's
a match.

This what it looks like
in your dream?

Yeah, pretty much.

Whatever barnacles or algae
that were sticking to the Big Horn

when it went down
were transformed by the alien signal.

There is no way in hell
we're going to be able to raise this thing.

I ran the mother's DNA three times.
She's clean.

Yeah, well, I've got a dislocated
shoulder that says she's not.

I could test it
a thousand times,

the results would be identical.
This hair is not from an infected person.

The screw-up is
on your end, my friend.

Okay.

The mom's body's being shipped your way.
Thanks for the info.

Something wrong, sir?

I thought you were at the church.

I was. Doctor Caffrey sent me here,
said you needed back-up.

I got the forensics back
on Goodman's SUV.

- Did they find Mike? - No.
There's no body, no sign of a struggle.

And the GPS locator
wasn't destroyed...

someone removed it.

Any leads on who
it might have been?

Well, considering there were
only two people who knew where it was,

the field's pretty narrow.

What are you implying, sir?
Whose hair did you send to Dr. Fenway? Sir?

Those samples were clean,
Harper.

Take a seat!

I said, take a seat.

Sonntag.

You infected him.

We need to find out why it fails like this.
You're experimenting on people.

No.

We're helping them.

Is that how you're doing it?
You're using your own blood to infect them?

Until another probe arrives,
it's the only way.

And your little garden.

You're using your blood
like fertilizer, right?

You're trying
to infect our food.

Tell me about Threshold.

We know of your plan
to try to stop us, Dr. Caffrey.

We know who you are.

Where are the other crewmen?

I'm not telling you anything.

Actually, you're going to tell me everything...

and I'm not even
going to have to ask.

How do you know
I won't end up like him? I don't.

I'd think you'd want some answers
before you stick me with that thing.

Because if it doesn't work,
you've got nothing.

Check him!

You okay?

Let's get a bolt cutter
in here! Now! How'd you find me?

Red Team members were implanted
with tracking chips, remember?

It was your idea.

And... and Harper?
We got him; don't worry.

It's Agent Goodman.

So Sonntag was trying
to infect our field agents.

Only it didn't take
with Goodman,

and Harper was probably turned
before we even got here.

So how come he didn't infect
Reverend Lavory?

Why do you think
he picked his garden?

If you turn the shepherd...
the sheep will follow.

Craig told me he was a messenger from God,
and he needed me to protect him.

At first, I didn't believe him,
but then he said he'd appear to me in a dream.

When he did,
I took that as proof.

He killed that man?

One of our agents.

Why?

We've been tracking Mr. Sonntag
for quite some time.

He's been manufacturing large quantities
of a very powerful hallucinogen.

So... my visions...

We think he's been slipping
you controlled doses of the drugs.

They've made you
highly suggestible.

I said some things
to you earlier...

No apology necessary.

Really.

I hope my congregation's
as understanding.

I tested the syringe.

It contains a chemical enzyme
derived from Sonntag's infected blood.

Once it's introduced into the victim,
it triggers the mutations.

What about the garden?

That's where things get really interesting.
You ever heard of GMOs?

"Genetically Modified
Organisms."

Yeah, I've been
to the supermarket.

It looks like Sonntag injected
these plants with the enzyme.

Designer DNA.

It's the basis
for most GMO research.

It's what keeps your tomatoes looking so fresh,
long after they're safe to eat.

So what would happen if I ate
some of these vegetables?

You'd absorb enough of the enzyme
to transform your own DNA.

Which is exactly what happened
when I fed it to my lab rats.

They're trying to contaminate
the food supply.

Didn't you say Sonntag was an agricultural
engineer before he joined the Navy?

Yeah.

They're using their human
knowledge to spread the infection. And this?

The teeth are one
of our more unusual mutations.

Sonntag used his infected blood
to synthesize the enzyme.

Some of the coding sequences
for human tissue must have been activated.

I'd hate to see this in the grocery aisle.
What about those flies?

Innocent bystanders.

They just picked
the wrong feeding ground.

We need to make sure that none
of the altered food or any of the seedlings

made it out
of that garden.

I'll send a decontamination team to scour
New Harmony and the surrounding farmland.

Not to add to
the bad-news parade,

but I have something else
to show you.

I took some time-lapse images
of the forward hull.

In the last three hours,
the crystals have grown six square meters.

Three weeks from
now, three months,

who knows what this ship will look like?
Well, in three months,

this will cover
about 4,320 square meters.

Imagine a football field
of this stuff and you get the idea.

You're right, raising the ship is too risky.

Let's establish a no-shipping,
no-fly zone above the wreckage.

30 miles wide, at least.

Why can't we just drop some depth
charges and blow the damn things up?

We can't risk
dispersing it any more.

Besides, there's a lot
we can learn here.

If we set up an unmanned monitoring station,

we can keep our eyes
on the wreckage 24-seven.

Right, but we should also
start collecting more samples.

Find out if it was an accident
or part of their plan.

What, you mean like bio-form the people,
terra-form the planet?

Looks that way.

You said you found out something
about the other wreckage?

I had a guy from Naval Intelligence
analyze the images.

It's a Kilo-class
submarine.

North Korean.

Is that the same sub that was chasing
the Big Horn before it went down?

Apparently so.

Any record of it making a distress call?
Haven't you heard?

North Korea has outlawed
distress.

Any idea
what happened to it?

Not yet.

Maybe the better question is
who happened to it.

How late are
you working?

Oh, I'm not working.
I'm unwinding.

How does one
do that exactly?

You know, I've been thinking
about what you said...

about me needing to talk to someone.
I'm glad to hear it.

And I realized there are only
five people on the planet

who actually understand
what I'm going through.

Ramsey and Lucas have bonded
to some extent,

so they have each other
to talk to.

Fenway and I, you know...
we don't always get along.

Cavennaugh's the international man of mystery;
his personal life is classified.

So, by process of elimination...
You really do suck at unwinding.

I really do.

I'm all ears.

Thanks.