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Everyone is assigned
a frequency.

Your job is to transcribe
all wireless transmissions

sent on that frequency.

Have you worked
with wireless before?

I was chief telegrapher
on the Minto.

I suppose that's why
they sent you.

Most of what we get here
is ship to shore --

pretty tedious stuff,
to be frank.

Why are we doing this?

We are looking for the
proverbial needle in a haystack,

coded messages.

How does one tell
it's a coded message?

Experience, judgment.
I'll be doing that part.

Just make sure
you jot it all down.

Let's get to work.

Sir, I think I've got one.

Got one what?

A coded message.

First time's a charm, is it?

It's 13 letters that repeat
endlessly.

It's still transmitting.

What happens now?

We have a situation, sir.

Hm.

This is a code M situation.

Well done.

Who on earth
could that be?

Hello?

Code M.

Terence Meyers.

Couldn't this have
waited till morning?

This is important.

So, the...

Oh.

Shall I get dressed?

No. No, I don't think
that's necessary.

What's this all about,
Mr. Meyers?

For the last six months,
the Canadian government

has been intercepting wireless
telegraph transmissions.

Really?

Government no longer believes
in the right to privacy?

No, 'course not.

Wireless signals
are impossible to trace.

It's the perfect medium
for enemies of the state

to transmit encrypted messages.

We received this message
approximately one hour ago.

And you need my help
to decode it.

No, not necessarily,

but we believe this one
was intended for you.

For...

"Murdoch find J.P."

J.P.?

James Pendrick.

Dr. Janice Kemps.

It's an anagram
for James Pendrick.

Hello, old friend.

James Pendrick!

Murdoch.

Sir, look out!

James Pendrick.

Detective Murdoch.

I believe our old friend may be
in need of our assistance.

How is James Pendrick
sending you a distress signal?

Oh, I believe Mr. Pendrick is
using a spark gap transmitter,

possibly attached
to something mechanical.

Hence the repetition.

I believe I will get dressed.

Mm.

I've been experimenting
with loop antennas

for my radio backpacks.

Now, the signal is strongest

when the antenna's broadside
to the signal.

You have this made already?

Oh, this won't help you.

Uh, the diameter of the antenna

needs to match the wavelength
of the signal.

Now, what was
that frequency again?

Mm.

78 M-H-Zed.

Megahertz.

Multiply the inverse,
about the speed of light,

2-9-9-7-9-2-4-5-8.

Carry the 7,
round to two decimal places...

3.87 meters.

Wow.

Huh.

Which is what, exactly,
in English?

12 feet, roughly.

Uh-huh.

How long will it take you
to make this?

Shouldn't be more than
a couple of hours for both.

- Both?
- Well, yes.

You will need two antennas
in order to pinpoint

the exact location.

Triangulation.

Oh.

150 degrees, 9.3.

Yes?

150 degrees, 9.4.

Yes?

155 degrees, 9.3.

155, 9.3?

Yes.

155 minus 65 is 90 degrees.

We have a bearing.

Signal is coming
from this direction.

Now to triangulate.

Station house number four,
please.

Now, make sure
the connection's good.

145 degrees, 3.5.

Mm! Oh, no.

150 degrees...

Higgins-Newsom?
Yes, sir.

Of course
I'm still plotting, sir.

Yes, we -- We've just had
a few problems,

but they've all been --
all been rectified now.

In fact, I think it's all coming
together quite nicely.

It's forming a line.

A point-point.

We've been trying to --

The truth is I fell asleep
for just a second, sir,

but I am fully awake now,
I pro-

- Oh.
- What's going on?

Sir, Detective Murdoch's
on the...

Murdoch?
'Course it's Murdoch.

Who else would it be?

No, I am still here, sir.
I'm sorry.

No, I'm right back to it.

Oh, gee.

Are you still there?

Sir?

Oh, no, yes, I've got it.

Yes.

We're losing the signal.

Are you sure?

The antenna is fixed
at 155 degrees,

but we're now 5.9 and dropping.

Henry, do you have a node?

- A what, sir?
- The graph.

Does it have a shape?

Like a wave?

It just seems
to be going down, sir.

The signal was being broadcast
along this bearing.

I want a room-by-room search of
every building along that line.

Get the addresses
from the fire map.

If that's all right
with you, sir.

Well, if Pendrick's asking to be
found, it means he's in trouble.

Get to it, lads.

Thank you, Henry.
Sorry.

Inspector, a body has been
pulled out of the river

just south of Queen Street.

You take it, Watts.

Uh, certainly.

Thank you, sir.

That's Pendrick's assistant.

Svetlana Tsiolkovsky.
Yes, sir.

We've asked her to come in.

Of course.
Carry on then.

I'm afraid I haven't seen James
for several months.

What happened?

His dog became sick
and had to be killed.

Thank you. Um, James was
inconsolable for weeks.

I lost my patience.

I said to him,
"It's just a dog!"

He didn't see it that way.

He stopped speaking to me.

He wouldn't even look at me.
So I left.

My heart was broken.

What has happened
to my beloved James?

I -- I don't know.
We're just looking for him.

You're not alone.

A man came to my door
three days ago.

He was very tall.

He had a beard.

He gave me this card.

I was to call him
if James contacted me.

Walsh Tyler.

He said
he was investor.

He was found on the banks
of the Don River this morning.

He was beaten, quite severely,
by the looks of it.

Was the beating
the cause of death?

That won't be determined
until the post-mortem,

same at the time of death,
I'm afraid.

Thank you.

- Do you have a name?
- Not yet.

Took a bit of a pasting,
didn't he?

Yes, but not with a fist.
Some kind of weapon was used.

Henry, I'd like you to go
to this address

and find out
what you can about this man.

He was asking about
James Pendrick.

- Walsh Tyler.
- Yes.

If he's there, bring him in.

He's tall, beard.
I'd like a word with him.

Sir.

Julia.

I know this man.

- You do?
- You recognize him?

His name is...

Dr. Quinlan.

I don't know his first name.

He shared an office with a
colleague of mine at university.

He studied immunology.

And this colleague's name?

Gatlin, Professor John Gatlin.

Then I best talk to him, uh,
once we find out more

about what happened to the
unfortunate Dr. Quinlan.

He's been dead two days,
judging by stomach contents.

Still trying to determine
what weapon was being used

Was wide and flat.

Mm...cricket bat?

Possibly.

No bruising to the forearms?

No, just the shoulders.

Why would he not defend himself?

Is this the cause of death?

Not sure.

I might know more when I take
a look at his brain.

I'll leave you to it.

Professor Gatlin,
do you have any idea

why someone would want to harm
Dr. Quinlan?

None at all.

He-he was -- he was
highly regarded in his field.

As a matter of fact,
he -- he believed he was

on the cusp
of a major medical breakthrough.

Well, what was it?

He wouldn't say, and his partner
insisted on secrecy.

Who was his partner?

A man by the name of Pendrick.

James Pendrick.

How long had Dr. Quinlan been
working with Mr. Pendrick?

A couple of months.

It wasn't entirely
smooth sailing,

but they must have had
some success

because they filed a patent.

What kind of patent?

Uh, I-I don't know.

I just learned that much from an
investor who came by the office.

An investor?

Was his name Walsh Tyler?

Um, I'm afraid he didn't say.

Was he tall with a beard?

Uh, yes. Yes, he was.

I 'm afraid I don't know
much else.

Um, he was, he was looking for
Dr. Quinlan.

All I knew was their laboratory
was up in Weston.

It appears to have
been abandoned.

Somewhat hastily.

William, look.

Something terrible
happened here.

Could this be where
Dr. Quinlan was beaten?

Not beaten.

Thrown up against the wall...

with real force.

That would explain
the bruising I saw.

This door doesn't open
from the inside.

Dr. Quinlan was imprisoned?

Or he was thrown in there
with someone who was.

What on earth was
Mr. Pendrick up to?

Willilam, look.

What do you make of this?

That's James Pendrick's
handwriting.

Was he testing compounds?

I think not.

Potassium iodine is a compound,
but argon is inert.

Let's see.

I wonder...

William, it spells Karnaki.

Joseph Karnaki.

The man who invented
the microwave death ray.

That's a man you both knew.

That can't be a coincidence.

James Pendrick is sending me
a message.

Wagno?

Wagon.

Karnaki's wagon.

It had to be specially designed
to handle the weight

of the microwave death ray.

If you would just tell me
what you're looking for,

I'm sure I could help.

We believe your husband
has mounted the weapon

on top of a vehicle
of some sort.

I'm hoping to learn anything
I can about it.

He must have kept plans
or blueprints of some kind.

Oh, I'm afraid I've never seen
anything like that.

This one's locked.
Any idea what's in there?

I'm afraid not.
I've never opened it.

No keyhole.

I wonder if...

Blueprints.

James was coming up with
silly little contraptions.

Desk.

That desk. There was
something inside of it.

Oh, bloody hell.

Your Dr. Quinlan beat himself to
death by the looks of it.

What was James Pendrick
working on that

would cause a man
to do such a thing?

Some kind of drug
that induces violent rage?

Sir, I went to the address
specified on the card,

but the office was empty.

They've moved?

It's like he was
never there, sir.

Everything was in place,

but there were no files
in the drawers.

Perhaps it's a front.

We searched every building
along the line of bearing.

On both sides?

Yes, sir.
And nothing.

I'm sorry.

Right, Henry,
I'd like you to locate

Professor Gatlin
and have him meet us

at Pendrick's laboratory.

Right away.

Oh, uh, Violet Hart has asked
to see you, as well.

Yes, that might explain
the pattern of bruising,

but it wasn't his injuries
that killed Dr. Quinlan.

It wasn't?

No, I found signs of severe
inflammation of the brain

and surrounding tissue.

- Oof!
- My goodness.

Acute encephalitis.

I've never seen anything
like it.

I have.

Not to this degree,
but in medical school,

I dissected the brain
of a rabid squirrel.

Rabies?

No ordinary rabies.

The extent of the inflammation
is astonishing.

He must have been in agony.

Miss Tsiolkovsky told me
that Mr. Pendrick's dog

was recently ill
and had to be put down.

Rabies, you think?

According to Tsiolkovsky,

this happened about
three months ago.

He'd been working with
Dr. Quinlan for two months.

Perhaps the passing of his pup
prompted Pendrick

to pursue a cure.

And, in so doing,
this man somehow contracted

an even more potent
form of the disease?

We need to talk to an expert.

Rat brain.
Lateral slice.

White matter stain.

There is inflammation
in the ventricles.

Yes, you're right.
Still in its early stages.

"P.I. plus one hour?"

Post-infection.

So he was sampling every hour?

Uh, P.I. plus two.

It means it was
definitely more advanced.

But I was under the impression
that rabies took weeks

to manifest itself.

Not necessarily.

Rabies normally infects the,
uh, nerves near the bite.

It then travels up those nerves

towards the central
nervous system.

As long as it remains in
the peripheral nerves,

the immune system,
or a vaccine, can attack it.

But once inside
the central nervous system,

the disease is protected
by the blood-brain barrier.

The which?

Few years back,
Max Lewandowsky theorized

that every blood vessel
in the brain

is encased in
a semi-permeable membrane

that admits essential molecules,
like oxygen,

but blocks bloodborne pathogens.

Like rabies.

And, ironically, the, uh,

the antibodies
that might fight the disease

are prevented
from getting to the brain.

So, how did this progress
so quickly?

Did they inject it directly
into their brains?

Um, well, if that were the case,
you'd see more localized

inflammation,
but as you can see...

It's everywhere, all at once,

suggesting it was delivered
by the blood,

which means that James Pendrick

must have created
a strain of rabies

that could breach
the blood brain barrier.

That must have been why
they were seeking a patent.

For an accelerated
form of rabies?

No. I don't think so.

Professor, look.

Oh, my word.

What is it?

This shows inflammation
that has receded.

P.T.?

Post Therapy.

He'd found a way
to deliver a cure.

Any cure that could pass
by the blood brain barrier

would be worth a fortune.

Well, then, why wasn't
Dr. Quinlan cured?

Perhaps the cure was
intentionally withheld?

Have either of you wandered
through this part of the room

since we've returned?

No, why?

Someone has.

And they're still here.

Toronto Police.

Come out of there
and identify yourself.

Professor Gatlin,
do you recognize this man?

Yes, that's the man
I spoke to last week.

You're Walsh Tyler.

That is not my true identity.

Then who are you?

I'm Agent Felder.

I work for the
American Secret Service.

Before we proceed,
I think it would be best

if we include
my Canadian counterpart.

Agent Meyers?

I might have guessed
the American government

was mixed up in all of this.

Then you would have
guessed wrong.

Why do you say that?

As Agent Meyers can attest,

government is not a beast
speaking with one mind.

It's a hydra with
a thousand heads,

all talking against each other,
and that is especially true

of the American Secret Service.

But you all take direction
from your president.

Not all of us.

There are rogue elements inside
the American Secret Service

who seek to destroy him.

Why?

President Roosevelt has
proven himself

dangerous to some
very powerful people.

The robber barons.

Capitalists of every stripe are
chafing at the new regulations.

They stand to lose millions,

and there's nothing
they can do to stop him.

His reforms are very popular.

Their only hope is to
replace him with a puppet

who aligns with their interests.

And you believe such a plot
is afoot now?

Three weeks ago,
we uncovered evidence

of a group of rogue agents

calling themselves
the Soldiers of Columbia.

They're plotting to overthrow
the administration.

Soldiers of Columbia?

They're led
by a former agent.

You know him as Alan Clegg.

Clegg?

That's impossible.
Clegg is dead. We've seen proof.

Is this
the proof you've seen?

Clegg is dead.
Hanged October 7th, 1906.

These were taken after
the post-mortem.

They've completed the Y-section.

So, he is dead.

Very much so.
It's definitely Alan Clegg.

You're quite sure?

Look at the right eye.
It was hit with shrapnel.

It looks like he lost it.

Proof enough for me.

The photograph was taken
at the Washington city morgue.

He has a very convincing
Y-section.

How do you explain that?

It's real.
The Y-section.

Good Lord.

Whatever your opinion
is of the man,

I think we can all agree,
he's tough.

Any success,
Mr. Pendrick?

Not as yet.

That's unfortunate.

You see, I'm under
some time pressure here.

I would hate to think
you were stalling.

I'm working as fast as I can.

What you're asking is difficult.

Not as difficult as failure.

Let me assure you.

What does all of this have
to do with James Pendrick?

All we know is that
the Soldiers of Columbia

are following his work.

Mr. Pendrick appears
to have stumbled upon

an accelerated form of rabies.

Gentlemen, I believe the signal
has returned.

Southeast 9.3.

9.3.

We've determined
the bearing of the signal

at College and Bathurst
to be coming from 155 degrees.

Once we determine
the second bearing,

we'll be able to pinpoint the
location of the signal exactly.

And we have one, sir.

- What is it?
- 155 degrees.

That's odd.

That the same
as the first, Henry.

Have you dropped the ball,
Keens?

Oh, no, no, actually --

Actually,
it makes perfect sense.

That's why the signal
returned to us.

At night, radio waves
reflect off the ionosphere.

- The what?
- The what?

It's being broadcast
from below the horizon.

Well, what does that mean?

Well, sir, it's coming
from beyond our border.

When we expanded
our triangulation

to account for the ionosphere,
we found this.

That's Lewiston.

That was my initial thought.

It's not Lewiston.

We happen to know there's
a secret American base --

That no longer exists
and was never much of a secret.

Where then?

The American government
maintains a secret

underground research
facility here.

Goat Island.

- What kind of research?
- You know I can't divulge that.

Nerve gas,
bacterial weapons?

If Clegg has control
of the island,

that means this conspiracy
is wide as well as deep.

We best inform
the president, then.

I'll call the Prime Minister.

I'd advise against that.

President Roosevelt is not
a cautious man.

He'll launch a full assault.
Your friend will be killed.

The Soldiers of Columbia
will escape.

Now, I've been tracking these
fellows for almost a year.

I can't -- I can't
allow them to escape.

Well, then what do you suggest?

We'll contact my counterpart
in Washington.

He'll bring a team with him.

That will take days.

James Pendrick is
in mortal danger now.

We're not just going to be
sat back on our backsides.

Then let's go together.
I know the facility.

I know how to get in.

We're on the same side here,
Terence.

Let's work together
to rescue Pendrick and arrest

the men that want
to destroy my country.

I think you should take me
with you.

Now don't be ridiculous.
She's a woman.

I'm a medical doctor.

Do any of you feel qualified
to comment

on Mr. Pendrick's research?

She has a point.
I'll hold the fort.

The doctor goes.

Now, there are
two surface entrance points,

but any attempt to breach
them will trigger an alarm.

Can the alarm be disabled?

Not from the outside.

What about guards?

Well, that depends on how many
people he brought with him.

If it's an underground facility,
it would need to be ventilated.

Yes, and that will be
our means of ingress.

Now, the intake shaft extends
to the cliff face here.

Once inside, we're going
to have to split up.

You and I will try to locate
and neutralize Clegg

and his men, and you two try
to find Pendrick, inform him.

Now, the only thing we won't
have, unfortunately,

is a means to communicate.

Ah!

Low-range transmitters.

I trust we all know Morse code.

Hendrick is likely being
held in the laboratory here.

Shhh! Someone's coming.

Clear.

Wake up, Pendrick.

Time to get back to work.

Bring me the chair.

How do you expect me
to think on two hours of sleep?

You can sleep when
you're dead, Pendrick.

You know what needs to be done.

Oh, I do, do I?

My boss believes your problem

is less one of concentration
than motivation.

Are you going to
beat me up again?

I can see Mr. Pendrick.

No.
That hurts my knuckles.

- Uh-huh.
- It's my understanding you have

a trick shoulder,
easily dislocated.

- Here we go.
- Give him this.

I'm sure I don't need
to tell you that at any moment,

I can get one of my boys here
to help speed up the process,

if I really needed to.

You're going about this
in the wrong way.

I can solve this.
I just need more time.

You have awakened me.
Now leave me to my work.

What's this?

Karnaki.

Who's Karnaki?

Potassium, argon, sodium...

potassium iodide.

Don't you know chemical formulas
when you see them?

I'm going to enjoy hurting you.

Get back to work.

Murdoch!

Murdoch.

Murdoch.

Murdoch!

Mr. Pendrick.

- Julia.
- Are you all right?

Beaten, sleep-deprived,
but otherwise fine.

I take it you received
my signal?

Yes. Thank goodness.
How on earth did you send it?

They have an electric clock.

I attached a new wheel
to the minute hand

and had it brush by a wire

in a sequence of dots
and dashes.

It's ingenious.

For the antenna,
I used this marvelous lamp --

Oh!

He's receiving a message
from the others.

The others?

Terence Meyers
and an American agent.

On their way back, Clegg asleep,
others also soon.

Thank God. What happened,
Mr. Pendrick?

What happened was I --
I put a bullet

between the only eyes
that ever trusted me completely.

Your dog contracted rabies?

Yes.

And I swore no man would ever
have to go through what I did.

So you attempted a cure?

I read everything I could.

There was so much unknown.

I wanted to experiment, but
rabies takes weeks to manifest.

I needed a version
of the disease

that would take days at best.

So you teamed up with
Dr. Quinlan?

Yes, and we succeeded
in creating a strain

that breached
the blood-brain barrier.

Instant rabies.

Yes.
Symptomatic within an hour.

Dead within three.

It sped up our research
by a factor of a 1,000.

We found a way to use the virus
as a Trojan Horse,

to smuggle the antibodies
through the blood-brain barrier.

You turned the disease
against itself.

Unfortunately, it only worked
on the disease that we created.

Not conventional rabies?

No. I was prepared to
abandon the project,

but our work attracted
the interest of men

who had other uses for it.

Clegg intends to weaponize
this disease.

Yes, but, of course,
a weaponized rabies

is only useful if one could be
inoculated against its effects.

One needs the cure
as well as the disease.

Yes. That is what Mr. Clegg and
his Soldiers of Columbia seek.

What he intends to do with it,
I have no idea.

- Terence Meyers.
- Mr. Pendrick.

I'm agent Felder.

We've come to get you
out of here, Mr. Pendrick.

Once we're safe, I'll call
in reinforcements.

We must go.
They could return at any moment.

Yes. Let's make haste.

Hello, gentlemen.

Clegg.

How's the eye?

Doctor.
We've been expecting you.

I'm a little disappointed.

In all of you, really.
Especially you, Felder.

Of all people, you should know
never, never underestimate me.

How did you know, Clegg?

Soldiers of Columbia have a
thousand eyes that never close.

It's how we knew Mr. Pendrick
had created the most

terrifying disease humanity
has ever seen.

And we couldn't let
that go to waste.

You intend to use this
to rule the world?

Terence, Terence.

No, not even I'm that ambitious.

Our goals are very specific.

Your plan is to assassinate
President Roosevelt.

No.

We intend to convince him
to resign his office.

He would never resign.

Well, he will have a strong
incentive once we infect

all of his children with
Mr. Pendrick's innovation.

And the new president
will be one of yours.

He'll invade Canada, and your
fantasy of manifest destiny

will at last be a reality.

Yes. Yes.

But, first, I need a cure.

I'm not an immunologist.

The person who could create
the cure you seek is dead.

Dr. Quinlan.

He tested the cure on himself.
Didn't work.

Finding a cure for humans
will take time.

I don't have time,
and I don't think I need it.

I think you have a cure,
Mr. Pendrick.

I think you have a cure
and you've been stalling.

And I'm going to put that theory
to the test.

No! Julia! No!

If Mr. Pendrick has the cure,
she will live.

And if not,
well, you've seen the film.

Julia.

Is he right?
Do you have a cure?

That depends.

Are you familiar with
Lansteiner's blood groupings?

They've identified four --
A, B, O, and AB.

I'm type AB.

As am I.

Dr. Quinlan, unfortunately,
was type A.

Highly agglutinative.

Perhaps the agglutinins blocked
the passage of the antigen?

Do you have a cure?

Yesterday, I injected myself
with the rabies

and then the antigens.

- And you're still here.
- Yes.

I grew some symptoms,
but they quickly receded.

Then it should work for me.
We're the same type.

My arm is twitching.

That's the first sign.
It will move quickly now.

Quick!
Bind her to the chair.

We have to think this through.

If Clegg finds out we have
the cure, he'll kill us all.

- I don't care.
- That's precisely why

I've been dragging my feet.

Pendrick, the cure!

It's right here, Murdoch.

So, progress?

We're moving as quickly
as we can.

Oh!

Fascinating.

I've heard that people
with rabies...

...have a fear of water.

Is that true?

Stop it.

Would you look at that?

- Aaah!
- Aaah!

What do I do?
What do I do?

Bathe it in alcohol.
Full immersion.

You'll want to be
quick about it.

Quick!
Get me alcohol!

Pendrick! Inject her.

Hold her.

Steady, Julia, steady.

Relief is on the way.

God.

Get more alcohol!

- Go get more alcohol now!
- I need more!

Julia, speak to me.

It's working!

Here, I'll take the cure.

One move, and I smash it.

Murdoch.

Grab him.
He's working with Clegg.

Well, well, well.
What do we have here?

How'd you know, Murdoch?

Clegg knew we'd seen the film.

Only one other person knew that.

He's the reason
Clegg knew we were coming.

- Huh.
- Your phone call to Washington

was actually a phone call here.

Of course.
I should have known.

You fools still think
you can escape.

All I need to do --

Aah!

- Rabies?
- Barbiturates.

Huh.

- Hey!

More alcohol!
Get me more alcohol.

Ahh, God.

Where are we?

Somewhere on the island still.

We have to make it
to the mainland.

Which way? To the bridge?

Let's get to the river first,
then find our bearings.

What happened?!

They've got the cure.

They've...

The vial.
They've taken it with them.

After them!

No, no, no -- this way.

We're close to the water now.

We're on the wrong side.

Damn.

We're going to have
to double back.

- Will!
- Where is it?

Where's what?

The cure.
Give it to me.

Shoot them!

Shoot them, and you'll be
licking this off the rocks.

Ah.

I'm indifferent
to your survival.

Just give me the cure,
and I will let you live.

If you don't give me the cure,
I will tear you limb from limb.

You best do what I say.
I won't be saying much longer.

Don't, Murdoch.

I will rip you all apart!

Give it to me.

Give it to me!

- Murdoch!
- No!

No!

- Will!

He's dead.

He was a brute, but I take
no pleasure in his demise.

Do you see him?

No.

He made it
to the other side.

Well, if anything,
he's proven hard to kill.

He has, indeed.

Let's get back to Canada.

Well, gentlemen, the Americans
have picked up Agent Felder

and are questioning him
as we speak.

Any word on Clegg?

Well, I doubt he could survive
the falls and rabies.

Well, over the years,
he's proved to be tough.

How's Julia?

The doctors have given her
a clean bill of health.

Your cure works, Mr. Pendrick.

Thank God for that.

James.

Svetlana?

I brought you a gift.

A gift?

For me?

I'm sorry about your dog.

Truly, I am.

It's I who should apologize.

It's all right.
Forgive me.

I-I don't know
what kind you like.

He's perfect.

I'll name him Quinlan.

Hello, Quinlan.

Oh, James.

Oh, Quinlan.

So, you are
no longer infectious?

Not in the least.

But, I must confess, I do
continue to feel some effects.

Oh?

To be honest, I may still have
a bit of the beast in me.