All language subtitles for Eleventh Hour s01e02 Cardiac.eng

Hi, Zoe.

Hey, hey... easy, boy. Whoa!

Watch out, kid.
-Sorry.

Are you okay?

Hey, little man, come on.

Try and get... try
and get his helmet off.

What happened?

Oh, my God.

God, he's not breathing.

Freddy St. John is

the 3rd 11-year-old boy

to drop dead of a heart
attack in the last 4 weeks.

Otherwise perfectly healthy?

Yep.

All the local doctors are stumped.

This town is desperate
for answers, Hood.

Welcome to Pooler, Georgia.

Rachel,

look around.

What's missing?

Kids.

There are no kids.

Something's put the fear of God

in this place.

It's nothing to do with God.

People fear what
they don't understand,

and right now what
they don't understand

is healthy
11-year-old boys

dropping dead from heart attacks.

How you all doing?

Hi.

Bill Larsson.

Dr. Jacob Hood, Special
Science Advisor to the FBI.

This is Special Agent Young.

Hi, there.

Listen, no disrespect,

but a lot of other doctors
have been here and none of them

come up with any answers.

Well, I'm not actually
that kind of doctor,

but I'll bear that in mind.

Well, if you'd like to step this way,

the hospital administrator
is waiting for us.

Any additional EKG tech to 3 West.

Additional EKG tech to 3 West.

We've had to bring in extra doctors

from Savannah and
Garden City just to cope.

Every parent

with an 11-year-old boy
wants an EKG, a stress test,

and a CRT performed on their son,

whether their insurance
can cover it or not.

Can't say I blame them. Hmm.

Of the 3 victims,

none of them had any indication

of a genetic disorder or
a history of heart trouble.

Blood tests reveal nothing.

Autopsies came up negative

for anything other
than cardiac arrest.

Daniel Harker, first victim,

11 years old,

suffered from asthma;

The second victim Peter LaTerriere,

11 years old, was...

borderline obese; and the 3rd victim

Freddy St. John

was an athlete.

11-year-old kids don't just
drop dead of heart attacks.

This is my son Stephen.

Mom, can I go home now?

Hi, Steve.

Go wait for me by the nurses' station.

Nice to meet you.

Some of us parents have decided

to keep our children home

until we know what's going on.

The school really isn't

up to the standards it
should be these days,

though few of them are.

We'll start at the school.

Mm-hmm.

We need to check in

with the office upstairs.

Where are you going?

Just going to take
a look at something.

What are we supposed to do?

Walk through the doors
like normal people.

And the bear said,"You
didn't really come here

to hunt, did you?"

No, thanks.

That bear.

I thought I told you to wait for me

in the hallway.

I'm sorry. Sorry isn't good enough.

You should know better.

And you shouldn't be spending time

with these kids.

You get back to my office.

Go.

I tell you.

I sure hope you and your partner
can get to the bottom of this.

Dr. Hood is not my partner.
He's my responsibility.

Oh, hi.

Well, you must be Dr. Hood.

I'm, uh, Charlie Craig.

I'm the principal here.

D... Do you mind telling me
exactly what it was that, uh,

you were doing up there?

You got a CO pocket in
your ventilation shaft.

Um, a what?

Carbon monoxide.

There's a, a dip in the shaft

where carbon monoxide
likes to accumulate.

I found a dead rat in there.

It was poisoned by the CO.

- And, and you can tell that by...?
- Blood.

Blood.

Carbon monoxide clings
to the hemoglobin

and it turns the blood

kind of bright red.

You see how my blood

from before is much darker

than the blood exposed to the CO.

And that... is this
what's killing the kids?

Carbon monoxide is potentially
lethal, but I don't think

your leak is big enough
to cause heart attacks.

However, it is a hazard.

You need to get it checked out.

Rachel, Deputy,

let's check out the
rest of this place.

Mom, I want to go back to school.

You will when this is all over.

Who were those people in here?

The government sent them

to find out what
happened to those boys.

Did you finish your homework?

Yes.

I'm going to walk home, okay?

Alone?

You have to work for another 2 hours.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Honest.

You have your key?

Yeah.

All right, you call me
when you get home.

Okay?

Okay?

I will.

Hey, get your backpack.

Oh, thanks.

Running your environmental
inspection of the school

was the easy part.

What do you mean?

From here on in, every site we hit

comes with grieving parents.

What exactly are you looking for?

Anything that will help us learn

what brought on Daniel's
heart attack, ma'am.

Mind if I, uh...?

Are either of you two into,

uh, computers?

No, that was our son's thing, not ours.

Uh-huh.

Did you find something on there?

No.

Mrs. Harker?

You should come and
take a look at this.

Well, it looks to me like, um,

like Daniel was making
some kind of video journal.

See, from all these entries here,

it looks like it goes
back a long time, maybe, uh,

half a year.

Show you how it works.

Trisha Gordon smiled
twice at me today,

and I think she switched places

in line with Cindy Mollo

so she'd wind up on my softball team.

Girls are sort of stupid...

but she's kind of cool.

God.

Hey, Stephen, Jesse got it.

Yeah, just like I said I would.

You coming?

I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't want to do this, Jesse.

Me neither.

Maybe we shouldn't, Jesse.

- I think it's dangerous.
- Me, too.

Oh, chicken.

Chicken!

Come on, man. Do it.

Show these wimps how tough you are.

He's too scared.

Ha, ha, looky what I got for you.

Ooh, look at that.

Lick it. Lick it.

Come on, Stephen. Lick it.

You got to lick it.

Do it, man.

Come on, chicken.

- Come on. Lick it.
- Crazy, dude.

That's it.

You see anything in there

that might be responsible
for these deaths?

Unfortunately, I haven't seen

anything in this town that
could be responsible for that.

It's Neal St. John, Freddy's father.

You about to head
on over to my place,

see what I got at home
might have killed my son?

- Take it easy, Neal, come on.
- That's your brilliant plan, huh?

Take it easy. Sir, we're
just trying to find out

what caused the heart attacks.

So what do you got so far?

That's none of your concern, Neal.

Oh, no?!

Well, you're wrong there, Bill.

No, Neal,

I'm 100% right,

and unless you want to commemorate

your son's tragic death
by getting thrown in jail,

you'll back off.

Who the hell are you?

Mr. St. John, all that's important is

I'm here to find out exactly
what or who killed your son.

All right.

All right.

But I can't wait forever.

Go home.

Maybe we can call a parent
meeting at the school.

You know, you bring everybody
together and you talk

to them at once.

Maybe.

Just sit down.

Just calm... Going now.

All right, let me
just get this rolling.

Sit down. Come on, everybody.

Let us get it going.

Bill, this isn't good, boy.

Uh, can I have you two come down?

Can't you see that you're not...

All right, quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

Quiet, please. Please.

Calm down, everybody.

Just calm down.

We're gonna get to
the bottom of this.

We're gonna get to the bottom of it.

Now, I want to thank you
all for coming tonight.

We're not interested in thanks.

We want to know if our kids are safe!

You all quiet down.

Should we be leaving town?

I mean how are you
gonna protect our kids?

Now let's not get

hysterical, but, all now, listen to me.

Everybody, just calm down please.

Now, the government is trying to help.

They have sent us

a scientist from the FBI.

He's gonna help us.

I want to... I want to
introduce him to you.

His name is Dr. Jacob Hood.

Dr. Hood.

Hood?

Hood?

Hood?

Hood.

They're waiting for us
back in the auditorium.

No drugs or viruses.

No poisons.

No visible signs of bruising,

trauma, or stress.

When it comes nominators, same
age, same sex, same school.

So what am I missing?

We came here

to talk to the parents.

So, don't you think that
we should head on...

Are you okay?

Who... who are you?

We're here to help you.

I'm Dr. Hood, Stephen.

We met at the hospital.

I... I have to find my mom.

Stephen. Come on.

Breathe deeply.

He's hyperventilating.

Chatham County.

McKinley Elementary School.

We need an ambulance.

It could be cardiac arrest.

Mom!

Stephen,

you scared me.

I could have lost you.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

You never went home.
Where did you go?

Hello again,

Stephen.

Dr. Hood?

That's right.

How are you feeling?

Stephen,

tell me what happened.

Stephen,

who are you protecting?

Get it off!

No, Stephen, don't!

He's terrified of needles!

Can we get a nurse?

Right here.

Thank you very much.

The tox panel shows
traces of bufotenin.

What the hell is bufotenin?

It's a hallucinogenic,

and it's more than capable
of causing a heart attack.

He was with a boy named Jesse Freeman

out by the swamp.

They were getting high.

He wouldn't tell me with what.

Thank you, Mrs. Brown.

That's... that's helpful.

Jesse Freeman.

Mrs. LaTerriere

mentioned him, too.

Where'd they get the bufotenin?

You can find it in mushrooms,

but more commonly in the
skin of a very special toad.

That's a black swamp snake, Rachel.

Don't worry.

He's perfectly harmless.

That right there is just a baby.

Yum, yum.

Pretty damn tasty.

There's one right there!

Hood, what exactly are
we looking for here?

Bufo alvarius.

Colorado River toad.

In Georgia?

That's the species that
carries the bufotenin.

These kids must have
got it somewhere.

This swamp is the
closest thing we got

to a toad's natural
habitat in this area.

Oh!

Hello.

I know

you.

I got him.

I got him.

Ribbit.

See, this little guy...

say hello.

When he's agitated like that,

he secretes this
poison, which is a hallucinogen

bufotenin.

What people normally do is they...

they burn off the poisonous element,

and render it harmless;
Then they smoke it.

But if it's harmless, then why
did Stephen have a seizure?

Well, I think what

our kids have been doing is, uh,

a thing called "toad licking"

You, uh, get him agitated.

Kind of like he is now.

Soon as he starts to
secrete the poison,

you lick it, get very high.

That's sick.

But if toad-licking caused

the cardiac arrests,

then why didn't the
other boys test positive

for the bufotenin?

Rachel, that's a very good question.

Well, I got another one for you.

How does a Colorado River
toad end up in a Georgia swamp?

That's simple.

Someone brought him.

But who?

I think we should ask Jesse Freeman.

He seems to be our local toad pusher.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time, Jesse.

Where'd you get the toads?

Stephen Brown almost
had a heart attack

because of it.

You give it to any
of the boys that died?

No way.

I never hang with any of those losers

except for school

when I got no choice.

Jesse,

why don't you do your mom a favor

and be straight with us?

If you cooperate, I'll
get the deputy here

to keep you out of this.

Tell them, Jesse.

All right.

I took them from
Lizzie Summers' place.

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.

Just wanted to have some fun.

Okay.

Thank you.

What's Stephen's mom

doing here?

Lizzie Summers has been in
town for about 3 years.

She set up shop out here

as a homeopathic pharmacist.

Miss Summers!

Deputy, how can I help you?

Miss Summers,

these folks are from Washington, DC.

They're here to help us find out

how those young boys died.

Special Agent Rachel Young

from the FBI. Hi.

Dr. Jacob Hood.

The Jacob Hood?

Um... I suppose.

I read your paper on dark matter.

"Unknown,

"intangible, immeasurable

and yet without it, the
heavens would fall."

I was rooting for you to win
the Nobel Prize that year.

Oh, well, if you were, you're
one of only 3 people

in the western hemisphere, but
thanks nonetheless.

Yeah.

Do you grow, uh,

sceletium tortuosum?

Oh, yeah, and kanna.

I use it as an anti-anxiety remedy.

Yeah, but it's much
more than that, isn't it?

Kanna goes back to prehistoric times.

Early hunter-gatherers used
it as an appetite suppressant

so they could hunt

for days without going hungry.

But show us where you keep
your Colorado River toads.

You have quite a variety
of dangerous animals

and insects here.

Well, sometimes the most

dangerous venoms and poisons

serve as lifesavers.

What do you do

with the toads?

Oh, homeopathic erectile
dysfunction medication.

I sell it over the Internet,

along with other remedies.

Miss Summers,

we found bufotenin

in the blood of
an 11-year-old boy

who nearly had a heart attack.

Jesse Freeman

said he got the toad
that produced it here.

I keep this shed very secure.

Now, these... these
toads, they breed like rabbits,

so it's very hard
to keep a head count.

Now, if someone wants to take a chance

and come in and steal one,

I don't see what I can do to stop it.

But if I've got to
string up razor wire,

I might as well move
back to the city.

Yeah, well, maybe if
you'd stayed in the city

all 3 of these young
boys might still be alive.

Jesse, Jesse, Jesse.

What's up, honey?

Mommy, why is Jesse so cold?

No!

It's rather late.

I'm sorry about the hour,

Beatrice, but we need
to speak with you.

My son is asleep.

He's been through a terrible time.

Jesse Freeman is dead.

Another heart attack.

Well, I feel for his mother.

God knows she's suffered
a lot because of him.

Nothing to what she'll
suffer now that he's dead.

What were you doing

outside the Freeman
house today, Mrs. Brown?

I went to give that
boy a piece of my mind

and to tell him to
stay away from my son.

Then I saw that you beat me to it.

Do you mind if I take a look
at your bathroom, your kitchen?

Why?

To satisfy my...
scientific curiosity.

Help yourself.

Thank you. Through here?

Mm-hmm.

No TV?

We don't have a TV.

It's an unnecessary distraction.

Did you find what
you were looking for,

Dr. Hood?

Not yet, Mrs. Brown.

Thank you. Good night.

Well, that was an interesting
response to Jesse's death.

I'll say.

I didn't find any
environmental toxins

that could cause heart
attacks in children.

Could you get there right away?
-Word travels fast

Freddy St. John's dad
heard about the toad venom.

Went out to Lizzie Summers'
place and busted it up.

I'm gonna go pick him up.

Miss Summers.

We heard what happened.

Are you okay?

No. Not really.

I don't get someone taking
their anger out on plants.

Deputy Larsson is arresting

Neal St. John at his home.

No, no, I'm not gonna press charges.

I just...

I can't be angry at a
man who just lost his son.

I could use a drink.

Want to join me?

Sure.

Lizzie?

Huh?

Do you always wear these gloves?

Whenever I'm handling
poisonous plants.

Poison? You mean, like
Digitalis purpurea?

I didn't see it in your garden.

Well, I don't grow it here.

There's no need.

It grows wild all over the fields.

How did you know?

Purple petals.

Can you show us where?

There they are.

Digitalis purpurea.

Foxglove.

Incredibly toxic plant.

Several medicinal properties.

Primarily, uh, heart medication.

Mm-hmm.

Why is it called foxglove?

Well, it's an old wife's
tale from medieval days.

They believed that

the foxes would put
their paws in the flowers

to cover the sound of them
creeping up on the chickens.

Quite deadly, though, you
get the dosage wrong.

I know what you're thinking, but
you're wasting your time.

After the first boy died,

I contacted the hospital
and suggested Digitalis.

Oh, yeah?

It didn't show up in the blood test

of any of the victims.

Hmm.

Well,

that's our mystery then, isn't it?

Just to satisfy my curiosity,

do you use foxglove to
make heart medication?

- That's right.
- And for?

Anyone in town?

There's one person... Sam Tewsbury.

The school math teacher.

Well, according to Larsson,

Tewsbury is well-liked in the town,

and the kids love him as a teacher,

but that wasn't always the case.

Oh. Explain.

Well, back in the day, he was the first

African-American
teacher at the school.

The grandparents of at least one

of the victims wanted him

kicked out of town.

Right.

He took a lot of abuse.

Could be motive.

Avenging the sins of the father.

Why do it now, after all these years?

He's old

and sick.

He's looking to settle
the score before he dies.

Hmm.

People get a little crazy

in their old age sometimes.

Sometimes at a slightly younger age.

It's called dementia.

And I could go at any time.

Sorry this is all I can offer you

this time of evening.

Homemade lemonade.

Thank you.

Please.

You have an impressive
collection of early

math and philosophy
editions, Mr. Tewsbury.

Avicenna.

Descartes. Rules For the
Direction Of the Mind.

Rene Descartes.

Oh, he was an innovator.

Hmm. "Accept nothing

as true that is..."

Not self-evident."

"And always recheck the reasoning

behind every problem."

You have congestive heart disease?

Something tells me that

you know that I do.

You also use a

homeopathic medicine

that Lizzie Summers makes from

Digitalis purpurea.

Thought we were here

to talk about the
children I teach, Dr. Hood.

Yup.

The dead ones.

Who all died from heart attacks.

Several witnesses place
you at the hospital

after each of the students' deaths.

I was concerned about my students.

They've been having a hell of a time.

And now,

I'm going to ask both
of you to leave my house

right now.

Thank you for your time.

All right, I want you
all to copy these down

and turn them in tomorrow.

Quit it!

You suck!

Hey! Hey!

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Hey, break it up!

Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

What's gotten

into you boys?! Hey!

Hey! That's it! Quiet!

Now, what's gotten into you two?

He started it! He was
kicking the back of my chair.

No, I wasn't, you liar!

Quiet! You know, I'm
really disappointed

in both of you.

I wish you were dead like the others.

What are you saying?

You kids know something
about these deaths?

If you do, tell me!

You two ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.

Come on. Get out of here.

Get your stuff.

We've retested Jesse
Freeman's blood twice

for every variation on Digitalis.

Negative all the way.

Are you sure?

Twice.

"Best teacher in school."

Well, we'll check that out.

Thank you.

That was Lizzie Summers.

Sam Tewsbury ordered more

heart medication from
her, but he didn't pick it up.

She's been calling
him all day. No answer.

Mr. Tewsbury?!

Mr. Tewsbury?!

Sam?!

Mr. Tewsbury?

He's dead.

"Thus Spake...?"

Zarathustra.

Don't touch it.

What is it?

Foxglove.

Somebody

went to a lot of
time, and a lot of patience

into sticking these
pages together with it.

How are sticky pages
gonna kill somebody?

Well, it depends how you read.

But if you lick your
fingers to turn the pages,

you'll probably end up
ingesting the poison that way.

Catherine De Medici,

16th century France, she
used this method

to kill most of her enemies.

I need to see everything
the victims were wearing

or carrying at the
time of their deaths.

I'm gonna call this in.
I'll get right on it.

Thank you.

Nietzsche?

Someone around here is...
killing off the weak.

Clearing a path for the Ubermensch.

The Over-Man.

Rachel.

I'm going to need some

buff-tailed bumblebees.

In the bathroom.

Here you go.

Why are we in the bathroom, Hood?

Beause we want a clean environment

with no pollen distractions.

If there's foxglove on any
of the victims' possessions,

it's gonna be the first thing
our little friends are gonna be

attracted to.

Here we go.

I think I'll wait out on the porch

If you all don't mind.

Yeah, that's a lot of bees.

Here's your gloves.

Oh, thank you. Put your helmet on.

There they go.

They're going right

for the foxglove in

tote container,

asthma inhaler,

lunch box,

and Freddy St. John's bicycle.

Foxglove was on all

the victims' belongings.

So now we know what
caused their heart attacks.

- Digitalis purpurea didn't show in any of the autopsies.
- Why?

I want to do DNA tests on all
the victims and their parents.

But don't have the
hospital lab do it.

Get your boys at Quantico
to take care of it.

Okay, sweetie.

Bye.

DNA results. Get this.

According to the blood samples

this hospital gave Quantico,

none of the dead boys are
related to their parents.

That's ridiculous.

I've known those
families for a long time.

Seen most of them get brought home

- from the hospital.
- I'm with the sheriff.

Somebody must've switched
the blood samples.

No...

Hold on.

Hold on.

What'd you find?

According to these DNA markers,

all the blood must come from

one pubescent boy.

Maybe the school is the
source of our deaths.

Not the environment.

A student.

Do you have a plan?

More like a hypothesis.

Care to let me in on it?

Trust me.

Does he actually
know what he's doing?

Most of the time.

All right, settle down.

Settle down. Everybody pay attention.

Up here. Settle down.

All right. All ready for you.

Thank you.

I'm Jacob Hood.

I'm a scientist,

and I work with the, uh, FBI.

Now, uh...

I met your math teacher,

Sam Tewsbury, before he died.

As you know, Sam,

he gave his life to this school.

Before he died, he asked me

to come up with a
math problem for you

as a sort of challenge.

He said some of you were

getting too smart for him.

Even though he's not here,

I'd like to...

give you a chance to
solve my problem for him.

Oh, and the winner

gets a genuine pair of FBI handcuffs.

Pay attention.

Good.

So the 1st stage "F"

of a rocket burns 25 seconds

longer than the second
stage, which we'll call "S."

Now, if the total burning
time for both stages

is 145 seconds,

How long does each stage burn?

Anybody?

Anyone?

No?

Okay.

Tell you what I'll do.

I will leave this on the board

till tomorrow.

We'll just have

to wait and see what you can do.

Thank you very much.

Back to you.

It's purple, Stephen.

But it's not foxglove.

Actually, it's a dye

from a Japanese indigo.

Just a little taste

of your own medicine.

Except this plant won't kill you.

We need to talk about why you
killed your classmates, Stephen.

He didn't kill those little bastards.

I did.

- Mom.
- Shut up, Stephen!

Mrs. Brown, please step back.

I killed them.

I had access

to the toxicology
lab at the hospital.

I used Stephen's blood.
I switched the samples.

Every one of those kids
was nothing but trouble.

They had my son drinking
beer, getting high.

Your mom's trying

to protect you, Stephen.

She obviously

loves you very much.

But we know, though,

she wouldn't be able
to whip up Digitalis

from foxglove plants.

You could've, though.

Couldn't you?

Incidentally, uh, the deputies,

they found your, um, chemistry kit.

It was covered in foxglove.

No, it's not his. It's mine!

- No!
- Stop!

Mrs. Brown, the serial numbers

on the lab equipment
are from the school.

For God's sake, he's
only 11 years old!

He's all I have left.

- Do you understand that?
- Stop it, Mom.

You shouldn't get in
trouble for what I did.

I had to kill them.

They were holding me back.

They were holding
the whole school back.

The whole school was suffering

because of those stupid kids.

Because of how bad

our overall grades
and test scores were.

Even some of the teachers

were leaving for other schools.

Somebody had to do something.

Why Sam Tewsbury?

I saw Mr. Tewsbury in the classroom.

I heard him question the kids.

I was certain he suspected a
kid was behind all the deaths.

It was only a matter of time

before he figured everything out.

He was a smart man.

Almost as smart as me.

So you sent him Nietzsche's book?

My mom's copy, a ctually.

It's her code to live by.

"What doesn't kill
me makes me stronger."

You took quite a
risk, licking the toad venom.

Why?

To blend in with the others.

Throw suspicion off myself.

You drew your own
blood, switched the samples

and you made your mom believe
you were terrified of needles.

I made her believe a lot of things.

When was it going to end?

When someone was smart
enough to stop me, I guess.

Did you know that the comic book,

Superman, was actually based
on Nietzsche's philosophy?

"Up, up and away..."

How'd you like to be the
court-appointed psychiatrist

whose full-time job is observing

little Stephen Brown
for a decade or 2?

I can think of worse
things to do for a day.

So, Hood...

what were you like
as an 11-year-old boy?

I was kind of like

Stephen, I guess.

I wanted to compete with the best.

But it's hard to
know how good you are,

if you kill off the competition.

Well, I for one am relieved

that you used that
brain of yours for good.

Thank you.

Maybe I just never got caught.

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