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Just because something is right in front of you

does not mean...

Hey!

... it is within reach.

There is always something in the way.

Sometimes it is your opponent.

Sometimes it is yourself.

Start the match!

You're gonna tap out or pass out. It's your choice.

Hey, it's your life.

Ben, that's enough! Let her go!

Jayme. Jayme, come on. Just tap out.

I'm afraid there's no tapping out in the real world, children.

- That's enough! - No!

Jayme will let us know when she's had enough.

Suck it, squid boy.

Bravo.

Remember, children,

we never know what we're truly capable of

until we're forced to confront our own extinction.

And as their sensei, it is my job to make sure they never have to.

Then you overestimate yourself.

Children, leave us.

Let's go, guys.

- They're not ready. - Nobody's ever truly ready.

Sending them to the other side now would be suicide.

You've grown too attached, my old friend.

Lost your objectivity.

And you've grown so detached, you've lost your humanity.

What humanity?

- I won't let you hurt them. - Won't let me?

You forget yourself, Pogo. They're my children.

And they will do whatever it is I ask of them.

If you disapprove, perhaps you might find other employment.

I can be gone by morning.

Why wait? You can be gone in an hour.

I don't tattoo children.

Swell, I'm not here for the ink.

I'm here because you and I have a mutual friend.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

Whatever he wants, I'm not interested.

I don't think you understand. I'm one of his children.

From another timeline.

Another timeline?

As crazy as it sounds, you and I have met before.

Back in 1963,

when you were a diaper-wearing chimp in dire need of a manicure.

I don't know if you remember, but I have a scar to prove it.

If what you're saying is true,

I'd be talking to a man well into his sixties.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had a very long day.

Pogo, you need to listen to me.

Time to go home to Mommy, li'l guy.

Or what?

Shit.

Hey, I need your bike. It's an emergency.

Think you have me confused with someone who gives a shit.

Give me the bike or else...

Okay.

Whoa!

What are you listening to?

Harlan!

Headphones?

What's playing?

You.

Everyone has their own vibration.

Like a sonic fingerprint.

Oh, yeah?

What's mine sound like?

Wrong.

You're unpleasant to be around, you know that?

Hey.

You two getting along?

Oh, yeah. Two peas in a pod.

How'd the others take you going AWOL?

Wouldn't say I'm their favorite sibling right now.

You okay, Harlan?

Mr. Conversation.

Doing all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Things are getting really bad out there.

There's not much time until everything falls apart.

Okay, so what's the plan?

Harlan helps me figure out how to take his powers back.

And... And if that doesn't work?

Uh...

Look, Viktor, I got your back, okay, but there's a limit.

The others are right. We have to face this Kugelblitz.

Yeah, I know, I know...

You have till tonight.

Otherwise, I swear, I'm gonna rumor your ass

to come back with me, okay?

Yes, yeah.

Sibling swear.

I'm serious.

Don't mess with me, tiny.

Let's do this.

Stan?

Stanley?

Oi, wake up!

I can't find Stan.

Do you always yell in the mornings?

Well, it's what I do when I'm worried.

- I'm sure he's around here somewhere. - Okay.

He wouldn't have got Kugelblitzed with everyone else, would he?

Shit.

Oh, good. You remembered the nut butter.

All right.

Mmm.

Anybody see you?

No, but I don't think I can keep you hidden up here forever.

Well, I can't go back to the hotel.

Why not?

I don't know.

- Luther. - Mm-hmm?

- You're stress eating like you do. - No, I'm not.

All right, what...

What's really going on?

I had a... fight with my sibling.

Which one?

A couple of 'em, actually.

Okay.

Remember when I told you that my family is all that I have?

Yeah.

I'm starting to wonder if I even have that.

I'm so sorry.

It's fine.

I'm just so tired of fighting it.

The only thing we really have in common

is childhood trauma.

I just... I'm not sure if that's enough

to keep us together anymore, you know?

Actually, I do.

Yeah.

You know, there is one thing I'm 1,000% sure about.

Your math isn't great, but we can work with that.

Shit!

Hey. Hi.

Ben needs a word.

Great. I'll be down in... in ten.

Not with you.

Him.

Oh! Hey, Fei. How's it going?

How did you know?

We share a wall.

And your bed squeaks.

Kept me up all night.

Phew.

I told you!

Stan?

Stanley!

Jesus.

Stan?

Stanley?

Ugh, rank.

Found something.

What?

Oh boy.

That's some spooky shit.

- It's Stan's lucky lighter. - D'you think he went in there?

Yeah, of course he did.

No warm-blooded 12-year-old can resist a mystery tunnel.

Stan!

You going?

- After you. - Fine.

Enjoy the view.

Oh, he better be at the end of this, or I'm gonna be pissed.

It was your bright idea to go into this murder hole.

Did we just go in a circle?

- Was that always there? - No.

And I never forget an ass.

Look at that painting.

What the hell's going on here?

I don't know, but that used to be a portrait of a woman.

These used to be Corn Nuts.

I don't normally say this, but, uh, I'm officially freaked out.

Uh, I'd like to talk about ghosts...

How do we start?

I don't know.

Maybe start with what you did in the barn

back in 1963.

But that didn't work.

I'm not a kid anymore. I can help you.

Okay, how?

Let me show you.

Can you hear it?

- I hear the wind. - No.

Deeper than that.

Beneath the wind. Every living thing has an energy wave.

A sound of its own.

I... I...

No, I... I can't.

Concentrate. I want you to hear it.

It... It's hurting!

You need to relax. Let it in.

Viktor?

Viktor?

Harlan, stop!

I can take it.

Harlan, that's enough!

I heard a rumor you let him go.

Listen harder, Viktor! You have to listen!

I can... hear... it.

Focus on it. Let it flow through your body.

Harlan!

Harlan, stop! It's too much!

How the hell did I just do that?

You had no right! We were making progress.

Progress? You were killing him!

You said we could try till tonight. There's still time. You promised.

No. No, there's something else going on here.

You wouldn't be risking your life like this.

Look, whatever it is, you can tell me.

You don't have to be here.

Well, I don't have anywhere else to go.

But I'm not gonna stand here and watch you try to kill yourself.

Okay.

I'm ready.

- How much longer do we have to wait? - Are you in a rush to be somewhere else?

No, it's just... I'm not supposed to be here.

For all I know, Ben and Fei can jump up from behind that couch

and stab me to death.

I'd never let them lay a finger on you.

Okay.

Give us a minute.

You. Be nice.

Listen, I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to creep into your house.

- Don't blame Sloane... - What's your game?

Big fan of Yahtzee.

You know, old Ben would have laughed at that joke.

Okay, Gigantor,

out with it.

What's with your family's weird brother Ben fetish?

He... you...

were the best of us,

and you died too soon.

The Jennifer incident...

The what?

It doesn't matter.

Just know that we were never the same without you.

So, I'll take every second of whatever version of you we've got.

I'm not him, you moron.

Yes, I know.

He cared about people. He was selfless and... and kind...

Don't forget funny.

You know, maybe...

maybe there's a little bit of him inside of you.

Nope. Not at all.

Well, genetically you are the same person,

just raised in a different environment.

Oh, here we go.

The old nature versus nurture argument.

Deny it,

but he's in there...

somewhere.

Okay.

I've already had one big dumb brother telling me what to do.

I don't need another.

But the team might.

Grace!

Mom?

- Are you all right? - Of course. Why do you ask?

Open it.

I can't take this.

Oh my God.

Are you serious?

I'd rather have him with us

than against us.

Aren't you gonna try it on? You're about Marcus's size.

Hey. What's wrong?

I'm honored.

Really, I am. I just...

I'm still an Umbrella.

Are you?

You can stay as long as you like.

What the hell was that?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Can I help you?

Need a word with Pogo.

Ain't no Pogo here, pumpkin.

Okay.

So I suggest you get your ass off my property

before I call a truant officer.

It's okay, Tammy. Let the boy in.

You're either dumb or desperate.

- Which is it? - You tell me.

That looks like my work, but I never did that tattoo.

Not yet, you haven't.

I cut it off my 100-year-old self.

Ah, so desperate it is.

You would be too if you knew the entire universe were at stake.

So it's happened.

Hmm.

Ah, here it is.

Look familiar?

Reggie was obsessed with these symbols.

It's a sigil.

A symbol thought to have magical powers.

Dad believed in science, facts.

I didn't respect much about the old man, but I respected that.

Hoo-ha was not his thing.

It's gotta have a rational meaning.

I don't know, but he referred to it as Project Oblivion.

Oblivion.

This project. I need to know more.

4-Adam-30 requesting SWAT and a backup.

You got this, T.J.!

3455 California Street.

I'm under fire from a single assailant with an automatic weapon.

There's a female hostage.

You again!

To what do I owe the intrusion?

Well, you know, with the world ending for the thrice time,

I thought, why not finally get to know my old man?

I'm not your old man, young man.

I may look like him, act like him, but I did not raise you.

Yeah, yeah, different timeline, I get all that stuff.

But you're still him though!

You look like him,

and you act like him, only...

Only what?

You're so much nicer than the other one.

He was a complete asshole!

Such opprobrious language for your father!

Yeah, I... I don't know what that means.

I'd love to stay here idly chatting, but I'm terribly busy.

Yeah, well, too bad!

'Cause everything's leading me back to you,

back to here, the... the White Buffalo Suite.

The menudo that resembled the painting.

- You know about the White Buffalo Suite. - That's where I died!

What is it you want from me?

I...

Have you ever felt like there's something you're supposed to be doing,

something important, but no one's telling you what it is,

and you're scared

that you're gonna miss out or... or... or mess it up

because you're always screwin' things up,

and you're really fuckin' tired of it!

Good, go on.

I need you to help me understand certain things about who I am.

Such as?

Like why you locked me in a mausoleum

and slowed down my heart rate

until I came to

in a pool of my own vomit.

Now, that's just...

that's what the little girl on the bicycle showed me,

but she might be God.

She might be the devil.

I mean, I don't know. Who's to say? I don't know which is which.

You are marvelously deranged.

Sit.

Sit. Come, tell me everything!

Okay.

Stan!

Stanley!

This place is jacked.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Come on.

Hello!

"Hotel Oblivion."

Whoa, numpty! Can't you read? It says "do not ring bell."

We need help finding Stan.

Why put a bell if they don't want us to ring it?

- Trudy's gonna kill me. - Who's Trudy?

Stan's mum.

Wait.

What?

Stan, he's not our child. Fancy some sushi?

I mean, it was kind of like a dream.

But then it was also like a perfume commercial.

And then there was soup.

And then when I was finished,

I just came back.

Just... pow!

I said I'd come back.

- Are you even listening to me? - I'm hanging on every word.

This is fascinating.

Everything is fascinating

ever since you weaned me off those damned pills.

I'd like to return the favor.

Help you to understand who you really are. Would you like that?

There's nothing I'd like more.

Other than a probiotic yogurt that doesn't make me fart.

Then get over here, boy!

Okay.

A little stiffer than I expected,

but we gotta start somewhere, I suppose.

- What are you doing back there? - Part one of your healing.

Experimentation.

Fascinating!

It was a kamikaze mission.

He was preparing the Sparrow children with the expectation

they might never return.

That's why I gave the children those pills,

to keep them safe from him.

Well, my druggie brother just got him sober. Go figure.

Then Project Oblivion is starting again, and you are all in danger.

Then I should probably get that ink. Complete the loop.

Are you sure?

Oh, I don't think destiny cares whether I am or not.

Bitch is cruel, ain't she?

Well then, let's get started.

You're still using the sounds that you can hear,

like the rain

or the wind or the sound of your own breathing.

You have to learn to use the sounds that you can't.

Yeah, how am I supposed to do that?

When you left, I realized I had this... thing inside me.

This

power.

I hoped I could use it for something good.

Something

beautiful.

I didn't know what it was.

I... I called it marigold.

Like the flower?

You know how bees find pollen?

Bees have a positive charge, flowers have a negative one.

The bees use the hairs on their body

to detect the interaction between the fields.

They can hear the pollen.

Okay. What... What are you saying?

You need to stop listening

with your ears.

Listen with your marigold.

And find mine.

I always thought you hated playgrounds.

Every time we passed by one, you always just looked the other way.

Our father never let us play on them

because he said they were juvenile.

Claire loved them.

Especially the swings.

I wish you could have met her.

I'm sure we probably would have gotten along just fine.

More than fine. She would have loved you.

The way that I loved you.

The way I still love you.

I love you too, baby. And you know I'm always gon' love you.

Please stop.

Why?

Because you're not real.

The Ray I know died nine years ago at the age of 82. I looked it up.

Well, I hope I had a good life.

Not as good as you deserved.

So, what?

You seeing things?

I think I'm losing my mind.

We all go a little crazy from time to time.

Maybe that's what stress'll do to a person.

You don't understand.

I can't get back to you or Claire.

You're both gone forever, and it's like you were never real.

Were you ever real?

We were here. You know it.

And as long as you're alive,

we're gon' keep on living in there

and in here.

No matter when or where you are, we're both always gon' be with you,

so you have got to do what it takes to survive this.

Promise me.

Oh God.

Viktor.

Viktor!

Viktor!

Viktor!

Viktor.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Hey. Come on, come on, come on.

Hey, hey. You okay?

Hey.

Harlan?

It's gone.

We did it.

Okay. He's okay.

Okay? Hey. Hey. He's okay.

So, Stan... is adopted. Okay.

Yeah, that's fine, that's fine.

I was adopted. I turned out pretty well.

No, not adopted. I borrowed him from my mate Trudy for a week.

Wait, hold up. You bo... Lila, did you kidnap a kid?

She went on holiday, and he needed some fun,

and I wanted to see what kind of dad you'd make.

You know, stress test. Kick the tires.

Are you insane?!

Uh, we met in an asylum.

Unbel...

You know, Stan deserves better than this.

Stanley's in on it!

Oh Jesus.

Oh, you... You're... You're...

You're... You're... You're... !

- Damn it! - It's okay, love. It'll come to you.

You know what? I will deal with you later.

Right now, we lost a kid.

A human being that belongs to somebody else.

Why do you think I'm stress eating dead bloody fish, you wanker?

Look, I adore that little criminal, okay? More than you ever will.

But Stanley can take care of himself.

He's probably having a laugh. We just need to...

Forget it. I'll deal with this myself.

We should probably stay in one place. What if he wanders by?

How's Viktor?

Sleeping.

He's exhausted.

Thank you for before, letting us finish what we needed to do.

He's my brother.

I'd do anything for him.

What happens to me now?

You go home.

We clean up your mess.

With the Sparrows.

Yeah.

It's okay. I know why you don't like me.

- I don't like the hold you have on him. - It's because of what I did.

To all of you.

And what is that exactly?

I...

I... thought Viktor told you.

About the mothers.

It was you.

- You're the reason they're all dead. - It was an accident.

- I didn't mean to hurt them. - You're the reason Claire's dead.

My powers spilled over. Got in my head.

And the reason the whole world is ending!

I... I couldn't stop myself.

Viktor knew.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't want...

Sorry is what you say when you spill a glass of milk,

not obliterate somebody's child!

What are you gonna do?

Stan!

Lila! Get over here.

Did you find him?

I can't... I can't get out. The doors won't let me.

Yeah, I am never eating here again.

You have the attention span of a fruit fly.

- Where are you going? - To get help finding Stan.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! No!

- Diego? - I hear it.

- We need to get out of here. - Not without Stan.

Go!

Go, go, go!

Go! Go!

Go! Come on!

- Whoa, whoa! - Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- That's a lot of blood. - It's fine.

That's a lot of blood.

Push harder!

Stanley?

- You gotta be kidding me. - Where the hell were you?

What? A kid doesn't have time to get a Slushee and a Slim Jim?

Oh shit.

You got what you wanted.

This is done.

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