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In 1944,

an aircraft crashed in the Brooks Mountain Range of Alaska.

These survivors were determined to be

not of terrestrial origin.

My people saved your life.

Sophia, how many more of you are out there?

I need to know about the plane, Thomas

You were supposed to set it down unharmed.

Really?

Leila knew who was holding her.

Called her Vicky.

But you have to go now.

Agent lee!

You need to see this.

Dead, sir. Every last one of 'em.

That's far enough, Mr. Walker.

You're under arrest for the murder of Greg Kervin.

Ugh.

[Breathes heavily]

You can do this. Oh.

Mm. One...

Two...

Wait a second, wait a second. I came this way.

What?

I recognize those mountains

from when I was lost in the desert.

They're blocking the road because of the plane.

Of course. No, that's where we landed.

Over that rise. It's there.

[Sighs]

What's going on?

Semi jackknifed and spilled its payload onto the road.

Some kind of class four chemicals.

Can't let anyone go through till it's cleaned up.

We're detouring everyone to the 18.

Thank you, Officer.

He's lying. He's lying.

You need to see what's over that rise.

So you'll believe me. What, you just--

you want me to go through the roadblock?

Yes, please. Honestly?

Do you really think that we would do that?

Come on. Well, then don't believe me!

I really don't care. Do whatever you want with me.

Just please find my girlfriend

or I think they're gonna kill her.

[Papers rustling]

There's no other way around it.

Route 18 it is.

[Starts ignition]

I'm telling you,

this isn't a chemical spill; This is a cover-up.

The plane is right on the other side of those hills.

[Tires squealing, honking]

[Crunching]

[Panting]

[Grunting, groaning]

Okay, come on.

Get out. Slowly, slowly.

[Pained groans]

Okay, you're okay.

Come on.

[Coughing]

Where's Hobbes?

Where's Hobbes?

He's dead. Stay there, stay there.

No, no. No, no, no!

[Explosion] [screams]

[Explosion]

You're awake.

That's good.

Here.

It's aspirin.

What'd you do to me?

Ah.

You got hurt. [clears throat]

After the accident.

And I couldn't bring you to a hospital.

So you... You took me to a motel?

[Sighs]

You--you need to give yourself up and let me go now.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Mr. Walker, you saved my life.

And you didn't have to do that.

But you--you need to realize the kind of trouble you're in.

You're already wanted for murder

and now you're abducting a Federal Agent

and holding her against her will.

Okay, I-- do you understand that?

I need your help. [sighs]

Okay? My help?

Yes. Please, please...

Tell me this isn't about the plane.

Yes, Avias 514.

Look, I know that it sounds crazy.

But I-- yeah.

It's true. It's-- [Sighs]

Okay.

You know what, I can't waste any more time

trying to convince you.

I have to find Leila. So...

Here's what I've got, okay?

[Sighs]

She said her name was Vicky Roberts.

She's the one who kidnapped my girlfriend.

I need to find out who she really is

and I know the FBI has facial recognition software.

So I downloaded a picture of her

from my phone into your netbook.

I just need to connect to the federal database

so I can use it to I.D. her.

Not without my password.

Do you know how many people use "password"

as their password?

Yeah.

I didn't.

No, I know, you used your cat's name

combined with your birthday.

I had to look through all your personal information

when you were down,

and you have 38 pictures of Chester in here.

[Sighs]

So...

Okay, well...

The password's not enough.

You can't--you can't get to it remotely.

It's an intranet.

You have to access that system from a secured hardline

inside the Yuma field office.

You can't connect on a wi-fi.

Well, that explains that.

Sean...

Sean, listen to me.

Just let me go, and I'll forget my abduction ever happened.

I'll take you into custody

and I promise you I will get to the bottom of this.

I--I can't count on that.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna get cleaned up,

and then you're gonna help me find Vicky Roberts.

[Door closes]

[Knob squeaks, water running]

[Winces]

[Pained groaning]

[Beeps]

[Panting] [indistinct]

It's Collier. I'm being held by Sean Walker.

Your suspect? Same one.

What about Hobbes? Hobbes is dead.

What's your location? I'm at the, uh...

Pearblossom Motel. On our way.

[Suspenseful music]

♪ The Event 1x03 ♪ Protect Them From the Truth Original Air Date on October 4, 2010

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Afternoon.

[Indistinct television chatter]

You're a hard man to get ahold of, Blake.

[Chuckles] Funny how a national emergency

exponentially increases the amount of work.

If you could make it brief,

the President and I are on our way to Arizona.

Well, then I'll get right to the point.

There were only a handful of us who knew

that the President was about to announce to the public

the presence of the 97 at Inostranka.

Meaning that's the most likely motive

for the attempted assassination.

To silence the President.

I haven't been sitting on my hands.

The investigation's already under way.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Let me ask you a question.

Who investigates the investigator?

[Chuckles]

Your concern has been noted.

Thank you for bringing it

to my attention, Vice President Jarvis.

[Helicopter blades whirring, walkie-talkie chatter]

Now that we know the passengers are dead,

we'll be making the final adjustments to our cover story--

namely that the plane stopped transmitting flight data

over the Brazilian rain forest.

Search parties will take days

to reach the location we've chosen for the crash.

But we're already staging the site with wreckage.

We'll transport the passengers' bodies there

once they've been treated

to simulate an airplane accident.

The pilot of the plane, Michael Buchanan,

has been positively identified among the dead,

so unfortunately, he will not be answering

any questions about the attempted assassination.

But we are conducting deep background checks

and moving on all fronts to find whoever's behind this.

Their families...

Will never know what happened here.

Well, Mr. President, with all due respect,

nothing we tell or don't tell them

will change the fact that their loved ones are dead.

Our responsibility is to protect the American public

as a whole. Protect them?

From the truth? We don't have a choice.

Not when the truth is that we've been infiltrated

by an unknown number of non-humans

that possess devastating technological power

that we have no defense against.

And who just murdered a plane full of people.

You're assuming they were murdered.

Could the deaths have been the result

of whatever process transported the plane here?

Hmm?

Agent Lee has been heading up the on-site.

He's the best one to answer that question.

Mr. President. Go ahead.

Well, we're still trying to determine what killed them.

Whatever it was, they saw it coming.

It appears many of them tried fleeing

from the site in the same direction.

Running away from some kind of singular threat.

Others died displaying defensive postures,

trying to shield their spouses or children

from whatever threat they perceived.

I want whoever did this. I want them found.

I've created a special operations group

with a specific goal of finding the sleepers.

But realistically, it'll take time.

We only just became aware of their existence.

Sophia knows? [sighs]

Based on your last conversation with her,

we have to assume she won't share any information with us.

Voluntarily.

But if you're willing to sign off

on more aggressive interrogation technique--

no. No.

You'd be on safe legal ground on this matter.

Constitutional protections would not extend--

end of discussion.

I will not condone the use of torture.

And I have a better way.

[Door clangs]

Before all of this, you let me believe

that you and the detainees at Inostranka

were the only ones of your kind.

I was angry...

When I learned there were others, that you lied to me.

But I understood it, you thought you had to protect them.

Now...

This is what they did, Sophia.

They killed everyone on that plane.

183 men, women, and children.

Look at them.

You seem surprised.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

That's all you have to say?

I'm sorry.

No.

I want you to be more than sorry.

I want you to help me find them and bring them to justice.

I can't defend this.

But I won't betray my people. I told you that.

That was before they committed mass murder.

Now, I'm gonna give you one more chance.

You help me find them and bring them to justice,

and then maybe in time

you and I can rebuild what we had.

Huh. At least you're confirming I did the right thing.

What do you mean?

I had an announcement made at Inostranka.

I'm offering a deal.

Whoever can help me find the people who did this

will be released permanently to live free among us.

It won't work.

We will stand together.

They've lived behind bars for 66 years.

And now they no longer have any hope of release.

Do you really think out of all of your people

one won't talk?

[Knocks]

[Unbolts door]

[Buzzer]

Open it. Yes, sir.

[Buzzer, metal clangs]

William, you have a message for me?

For the President.

I'll tell him everything.

How many more of us are out there,

where they're hiding, what they've really been up to.

All right?

Now just get me the hell outta here.

Take him. Yes, sir.

Clear!

Three, two, one. Execute!

In the bathroom. He has my gun.

Get out right now! Hands where I can see them!

Go.

Clear!

Looks like your guy's in the wind.

Angie, you all right?

Yeah.

The was a--a roadblock.

Cop said something about a chemical spill.

We stopped, the RV behind us didn't.

Some trucker must've taken a shortcut.

Not even supposed to transport chemicals

on Route 95.

Hobbes was dead before the explosion.

Walker could've run, but he saved me.

Ron, I should be out there looking for Walker.

Every law enforcement Agent within a 50-mile radius

is doing that.

Only thing you're gonna do right now is your debrief.

And see a medic.

He really believes he was trying to stop a plane

from crashing into the President's compound.

He had it all worked out.

The pilot, his girlfriend,

and how the plane could've ended up in Arizona.

So he was delusional.

Yeah, just...

Really convinced on what he was saying.

They usually are.

I'm just grateful you weren't hurt, or worse.

Guys like this, you never know what they're capable of.

Television: ...That Avias Airline Flight 514

is reportedly lost over the Brazilian rain forest.

Hey, who has the remote? Turn this up.

Television: Avias Air Flight 514 originated in Miami.

The FAA has just confirmed that the Sao Paulo bound 767...

When did that happen? Just came on, I think.

Television: Carrying 183 passengers and crew members,

dropped off radars over the Brazilian jungle

about an hour ago.

Avias Air released a brief statement saying...

That's it. Avias Flight 514.

That's the flight Walker said he was on.

Well, there's your answer.

He heard about it on the news

then he dropped it in his fantasy.

Textbook. But they said that

the plane lost contact an hour ago.

Walker told me about this four hours ago.

The reporter must have the time frame wrong.

Yes.

Come on.

[Struggling]

Hey, calm down.

We're almost there.

[Siren whoops, wails]

Aw, man.

Come on. [sighs]

You make a noise, I'll kill you.

You realize you're driving with a busted taillight?

No.

Uh, actually this is my friend's van.

And I will have him get on that right away

first thing in the morning, okay?

May I ask what you're doing out here this time of night?

Uh, just--just working late.

Just been working.

Mind if I take a look in the back?

Based on what?

Based on my gut sense that someone like you

shouldn't be somewhere like here right now.

Oh, come on, I told you.

I've just been working late. Just open up the back, ma'am.

Right. No, of course.

Uh, it's just... It's been such a long day

and I just... I just wanna get home

and get some sleep.

It would really, really be worth it to me.

Ma'am, put your money away

and take a step out of the van.

Okay.

Of course...

If that's the way you want it.

[Gunfire]

[Muffled cries]

Come on, come on.

Anything else besides this flight out of Miami

that he was specific about?

Leila Buchanan, his girlfriend.

We should check reports on missing persons.

Start in the Miami area.

And he kept talking about this woman

who he said was involved in our kidnappings.

He uploaded a picture onto my computer.

Where's my computer?

[Echoing] You have to access that system

from a secured hardline inside the Yuma field office.

You can't connect on a wi-fi.

He's here.

[Beeps]

Got ya.

The trunk of the car? Really?

Wait. You should've run

when you had the chance. Just hear me out.

I found her. Game over, Mr. Walker.

Vicky Roberts from New York. She's got my girlfriend.

2150 9th Avenue.

Call the cops! We are the cops.

She's the one from the ship. She's got Leila.

Vicky Roberts, that's her name.

Yeah. One of them.

W-why would any innocent person

need that many identities?

[Beeps] Whoever that is,

she's got Leila. Please!

Please, I need your help!

Please! [sighs]

[music stops, door closes]

I find Debussy a little soft.

This location is entirely secure.

24-hour surveillance and security in every room.

There's no need to be nervous or afraid of any--

can I have some water?

With ice.

Of course.

The water at Inostranka always tasted like piss.

I'll look into that. Mm.

[Gulps, sighs]

Don't bother.

I'm not, uh, going back.

Right?

Once you give us the information we need,

you'll be as free as I am.

All right. Let's do it.

I wanna know who did this,

how they did it,

and where they are.

[Chuckles]

What's so funny?

That's all you wanna know?

That's easy.

Then start talking.

I want money.

Okay. And protection.

Done. And I wanna live

in place where the sun doesn't set

at 2:00 in the damn afternoon.

That can be arranged.

And I want my girlfriend.

Her name is Maya.

[Scoffs] Or number 31 to you.

Let's go!

[Indistinct shouting]

Let's go, come on! Let's go!

Everybody!

[Hacking coughs]

How bad is it? I don't know.

Thomas is gonna run.

He's gathering a group now. Can you walk?

Get my boot?

[Pained grunt] No, come on, just do it.

[Groans]

Okay, I got you. William!

Come on. William.

Where are you going? With Thomas.

No. You can't.

No, it's fine. It's nothing.

Listen to me, it's critical that Thomas gets free up here.

I can't risk you slowing him down.

Come on, Sophia, I'm not gonna let that happen.

I'm sorry. It's okay.

Maya, you can go with them if you want,

but you have to decide now.

Maya...

I'll stay. All right.

Go circulate amongst the group.

Make sure you let them know that they are not to resist.

Do you understand? I understand.

Thank you.

[Scoffs]

That wasn't part of the deal.

I can tell you what they're doing here,

why they're doing it,

and most importantly, how to stop them

before it's too late.

[Chuckles]

I'll need to make a call.

Mm-hmm. You do that.

[Beeps]

[Phone ringing]

What do you think?

Well, as you know, I've felt for some time

that Sophia and her people have an agenda

they've been hiding from us.

Do you believe him?

You looked him in the eye, what do you think?

I think he's telling us the truth.

Okay.

If he's willing to turn on Sophia,

give him what he wants.

And keep him talking until his damn voice gives out.

Sophia, we're only clear for four minutes.

Did you hear about what Thomas did to the passengers?

The President told me.

And about his offer.

[Sighs]

William agreed to talk.

He'll tell them everything, if he hasn't already.

He hasn't.

How can you be sure?

Because we're still alive.

I should've dealt with him when I had the chance.

You protected him.

Why?

That was my responsibility, to protect you all.

And now?

And now... You'll have to deal with him.

Harshly.

[Scrambled, distorted voices]

It's not too late, but we have to act now.

What happened?

Black box got mangled in the crash.

Audio forensics are trying to reconstruct the rest.

He was talking to the Captain.

Yes, sir. He seemed to know

about the plan to crash the plane.

And who is he?

He identified himself as Sean,

but there wasn't a Sean on the plane's manifest.

They did, however,

find a discarded maintenance uniform

in the plane's bathroom.

So he snuck on. Yeah.

We did a little bit of digging,

and the pilot's daughter was dating a Sean Walker.

What do we know about him?

Well, he's bright.

He hacked into a Pentagon server when he was 16

for the fun of it.

Earned him a juvenile record and a scholarship to M.I.T.

Been freelancing as a software programmer

for Internet and gaming companies since he graduated.

Very much under the radar until this.

Same guy?

On a cruise with a girl until about eight days ago.

The girl now appears to be missing,

and Walker was linked to a murder onboard.

I think it's a viable lead, sir.

Am I missing something?

All the passengers on that plane are dead.

Except for Walker, apparently.

FBI in Yuma picked him up earlier today, sir.

Who else knows about this?

No one. I brought it straight to you.

This man could lead to whoever's behind

the assassination attempt on the President.

I understand, sir.

Get him. Now.

Yes, sir.

Justin... Yes, sir?

I don't have to tell you to...

Keep this need-to-know.

Of course, sir.

[Phones ringing]

Of seven identities, only one, Erica Bartlett,

seemed to exist prior to 2002.

She was supposedly killed in a car accident

while studying Mandarin

at the Jing Zi Institute in Hong Kong.

Turns out Jing Zi was part of a shadow organization

with ties to the NSA.

So she works for the government?

Not according to any official records.

But...Melissa Wade briefly resided

in a government subsidized building

known to house young intelligence trainees.

Sounds like some kind of underground operative.

Yep. I called the FAA

like you asked me to, and guess what.

Every single air traffic controller

who was covering Avias 514

was either on vacation or sick.

Every single computer that should have

a record of the flight pattern seems to be down.

Something is definitely weird here.

Yeah, definitely. Agent Collier?

Yeah. U.S. Marshals are here.

Saying they have a transfer order for Sean Walker.

How'd a transfer get approved?

I haven't even finished processing him yet.

Thank you.

Collier. Hey.

I hear you're taking Sean Walker off our hands?

Yes, ma'am. Um, this is

the first I've heard of it.

Do you mind if I ask who requested the transfer?

Yeah...Asac Douglas

in the Washington field office.

Ah.

Guess news travels fast.

[Chuckles] Yeah, I guess it does.

I'll collect him for you. Okay.

You guys want anything?

Coffee, bottled water?

Nah, we're fine. Thanks.

Okay. What's going on?

Just sit tight.

Like I have a choice.

[Over phone] Washington field office.

Asac Douglas, please.

One moment.

[Phone ringing]

Yeah?

Someone there is placing a call

to the Washington field office.

[Sighs] Come on, come on, come on.

Kill the call now.

[Line disconnects] Hello?

[Steady tone] Hello?

[Gunshot] [shouting]

[Gunfire]

Here, get out of those!

Stay here.

I got you. Take out Walker!

[Grunts]

Clear!

[Gunfire]

Ground level, Vokolov Shipping Company.

I'll take care of the collateral damage.

Let's go.

Look...

Whoever you're working for...

Whatever they're paying you,

there's always another--

mm.

I admire your optimism.

How'd you get all that warm and fuzzy?

It makes my teeth hurt.

If I were in your shoes,

I'd have trouble being so magnanimous.

It's not your fault all the men in your life

are so easily manipulated.

You don't know Sean.

He's never gonna stop looking for me.

Never.

As lovely as that story sounds,

it's just not gonna end up that way.

Bitch! Sit down!

[Gunshot]

Drop it!

Get his keys.

Right there.

[Ignition starting]

[Tires squealing]

Down!

[Gunfire]

[Door opening]

Maya.

You're really here. I am.

But I don't understand.

How did you do this?

Well, I demanded it.

In return for information.

Don't you understand? We're gonna be free.

[Softly] Oh, no.

Hey, what's wrong?

What did you tell them, William?

I haven't told them anything yet.

I wanted to make sure they kept their promise first.

That was smart.

[Laughing]

Good.

Hey, come here.

That's just a taste, Maya.

It's beautiful.

I've dreamed what this moment would feel like.

Haven't you?

It's even better than I imagined.

I'm so glad.

[Grunts]

[Whispers] Keep imagining.

[Breathing shakily] Keep imagining.

I'm sorry.

[Dog barking]

Dog.

[Knocking on metal]

Come on, where's your owner? Come on.

[Barking continues]

Hello? Hello? Hello!

Help me! I'm inside! I'm in here!

[Metal door creaks]

[Phone rings]

Yeah?

Boyfriend got away.

What, your men didn't get there in time?

That wasn't the problem.

Then what was? I spent time with Walker.

He shouldn't have been a problem for you and Smith.

Yeah, well, he was.

Looks like he's convinced an FBI Agent to help him.

Think you might have underestimated him.

Well, do you have any idea where he is?

We're looking.

Based on what we think he told the FBI,

it's clear he's starting to put all this together.

We still need the girl.

That's what I'm here for.

I told you he'd come back for me.

[Grunts]

[Soft gasping]

[Breathing, soft moaning]

Uh, this is Jinx.

I need a medic team right away.

One of the passengers is showing vitals.

What? They're all dead.

I know that. Will you just hurry?

Somehow one of them survived the crash.

[Softly] It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

[Groaning]

[Soft moaning]

I-I-I need some people down here.

What's going on?

Everyone's wak-- they're--they're all waking up.

I need you down here now!

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