All language subtitles for MILLENNIUM - S03 E02 - Exegesis (576p - DVDRip)

Oh, God.

Mother and daughter again.

- What is this?
- Stay with the bodies.

(heart monitor beeping)

(moans)

(faster beeping)

(alarm beeps)

She's the woman from the
house explosion. Head injury.

BP, 180 over 100 and rising.
Heart rate, 50. Dropping.

50 Lastex. 50 mannitol. IV push.

- What's going on?
- Sir, I need you outta here. Now.

FBI. She's in my custody.

Stop the infusion.

You! Grab her legs.
100 phenobarb. Now.

It's working.

Blood pressure's coming
down. She's settling out.

What the hell just happened?

(moans)

(Frank) Ancient Greeks
had oracles, a band of

women blessed with
the gift of future sight.

But, given the sublime possibility
to know what tomorrow might bring,

all the Greeks could think of to ask these
seers was, "What are our enemies up to?"

“How can we wage war?“

"What secret weapon can
we use to control the future?"

OK. Listen up, people.

Contrary to our initial announcement,
there is now little doubt that flight 760

was brought down by a previously unknown
group, and not a lone flight attendant.

We'll make a new announcement when and
if we get a handle on who these people are.

In the meantime, no
leaks. Is that clear?

We're moving into very
strange territory with this group.

So far, all the members appear
to be relatives, maybe sisters.

And their daughters.

The two women on the plane, the
woman hospitalised in the house explosion,

and the woman who died in the car
crash, all of them were with young girls.

Their daughters. Mary, the woman
in the hospital, is the key here,

and I'd like authorisation
to return there.

You didn't have it in
the first place. Slide.

As Agent Hollis has suggested, the scope
of this case has expanded considerably.

The two women responsible
for the plane crash

were in recent contact
with the woman now

hospitalised due to a
gas explosion at home.

At the site of that
explosion, we discovered

disturbing evidence
of this group's interest

in the viral outbreak
that claimed the lives

of 70 people in the
Northwest last spring.

Slide.

They stole these Level 4 containment
caskets from the CDC before the outbreak,

meaning this group is most likely
responsible for that event as well.

They're not who you
think. They're not terrorists.

Terrorism is being rained upon them.
It was not an accidental gas explosion.

It was an attack. And the woman in the
hospital, the lone survivor, alerted us.

Could you please put
up the slide of the bridge?

Her sister was
forced off the road.

And a car parked at
the end of that bridge

drove off after witnessing the death
of another mother and a daughter.

Now, the plane, the house,
the car - they're all an endgame.

A deliberate annihilation of these people.
We should be asking ourselves, "Why?"

Agent Hollis, did you
see this mystery car do

anything? Cos I didn't
read it in your report.

They're not terrorists.

What are they, then?

OK, let's take ten,
everybody. Frank.

- Frank.
- What is Peter Watts doing here?

He's consulting for the Millennium Group.
What are you doing here? I sent you home.

Now, I know you have some
issues with the Millennium Group.

- You don't know them.
- Yes, I do.

They're ex-FBI family men, people
you and I worked together with for years.

They consulted here way
before you ever heard of them.

We have a relationship
with them like I have with you.

Now, this family,
or cult, or whatever,

seemed to be involved
in the outbreak last spring.

The Millennium
Group investigated it.

They caused it.

- They caused it, Andy.
- What are you talking about?

That is just not true.

Please, do not repeat it outside this
office. I've got enough explaining to do.

The Group killed my wife.

Did you hear what I said?
They're dangerous people.

Frank...

You lost Catherine. I can't
pretend to know how that feels.

I liked her. I liked what she
did for you. She kept you sane.

And that's the damn truth.

(gas hissing)

You're constantly making decisions
that affect people's lives, right?

So I've gotta make split-second decisions
that could affect somebody else's life.

I have to react that fast.

Wait. Who are you?

Hollis.

- No one told me you were coming.
- I just wanna talk to her a minute.

Good luck. She hasn't moved
since they sedated her four hours ago.

- Get a doctor.
- Right away.

Jordan?

Jordan!

Jordan?

Jordan, you're OK! You're OK.

I was worried about
you, sweetheart.

- We were just at the park.
- (phone rings)

- But you're OK?
- Yeah.

- OK.
- (Tom) Yeah, I'll get him.

Here, take this. It's for you.

Yeah.

I'm sorry for calling. Really.

But she's dead. Mary is.

I'm looking at the security tape.
Someone snuck in and infused her IV.

I think I saw the guy leaving as I got
here. If I'd been three minutes earlier.

Two minutes.

What are you doing
there in the first place?

She's the one who knew
what this is all about.

Here's what I don't get.

Her last act before she
dies, she turned off all

the monitors like she
didn't want any alarms.

You think she wanted to die'?

Look, McClaren has made it
pretty clear he wants me off the case.

You'd be better off
staying away from me.

(dialling tone)

In my defence, all anyone
said was keep her in custody.

Nothing about
attempts on her life.

- What are you looking for?
- I don't know.

I keep asking myself,

why turn off all the
monitors? Why?

Why shut off all the power?

What time did it say on the
security tape when she died?

Couple of minutes after four.

Then why is this set to 5.12?

Evening.

Are you acquainted with the regulations
on fruit transportation in this area?

- Not really.
- Oh. Guess not.

I'm gonna have to take that and
ask you to pull over for inspection.

Mother.

She's gone.

Anything else?

No, thank you.

Oh, good, you're there.
Sorry for bothering you.

Does 512 mean anything to you?

No, it doesn't, Agent Hollis.

You know those cinders we found at
the woman's house in Salt Lake City?

The ones that looked like
government documents? They are.

She made over 100 Freedom of
Information requests five years ago.

- What's her interest?
- It's hard to tell.

Someone's been very
free with a marker here.

Seems to be a government
project called Grillflame.

I'm not surprised they're
not upfront about it.

The CIA ran it through the
Stanton Research Institute.

- Yeah, it's right here. SRI.
- Yeah.

Are these women anti-government
crazies? Or is this worth following up?

I just think we've gotta
get someone to talk here.

I know a guy at
SRI. You talk to him.

His name is Tom Cory. He's still a
professor there. Listen, I gotta go.

Stay away from her!

I was hoping this
place might be...

No, you were saying, by being
here, you know where she is.

Might be conducive to...

I'm warning you. I
will kill you, I swear.

- Calm conversation is the only reason...
- Get outta here.

- Stop the accusations against the Group.
- Facts.

Are you threatening me again?

- I'm worried about you. Everybody is...
- Hey! Listen to me. Cut your losses.

It's all in your head. You've been
telling people we caused an outbreak.

- We both know. Don't lie to me again.
- You're not hearing me. Stop, please.

I'm gonna prove it. I'm gonna be all
over you. You'll always know where I am.

Hey!

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.

Hiya, Jordan. How are you doin'?

I wanna spend the day with you. Just
us. Yeah. What do you think about that?

What does he know?

Not much.

Not yet.

Dr Coty? Emma Hollis.

- You sure don't look FBI.
- You don't look CIA.

They built this just
for Grillflame. Totally

soundproof, so they
could concentrate.

Who could concentrate?

The remote viewers.

That's what the Pentagon called 'em. There
were six at the height of the programme.

They'd settle into a couch in
one of these rooms and just do it.

Do what, Dr Cow?

Project themselves outward and then
down onto some predetermined target

which they would proceed
through in their minds.

Just like we're walking
through this building now.

Project themselves? How?

Are you saying psychically?

- Grillflame was not psychic spies.
- Remote viewers.

Wait. This is for real?

Didn't work every time.
It mostly blew your mind.

What we first learned about
advanced Soviet weapons -

typhoon subs, T72 tanks,
microwave installations -

all of it was foreseen right
here in one of these rooms.

Psychically?

There was this one amazing
viewer, way beyond the rest.

A woman. Always used this room.

She could float down a
hallway 7,000 miles away

into a meeting, read the name tags,
and what was written on the board.

Secretary of defence swore
she could see the future.

All anyone wanted was
more of what she had.

- Where is she now?
- Who knows?

Once you discover space
and time don't matter,

you can't really go
home again, can you?

- What was her name?
- Didn't use names. Just numbers.

512.

Did she have
children? Daughters?

Because that would be one way for them to
get more of whatever they thought she had.

There were rumours.

Plane crashes, house explosions, car
wrecks. A lot of bad luck for one family.

So they are all sisters?

Nothing for publication until the gene
maps come back, but I'd say half-sisters.

- Same mother?
- Like I said, not for publication.

They're half-sisters,
meaning four different

fathers. But they're
all the same age.

How does that work?

You'd have to feltilise
in vitro, placing the

embryos in four different
gestational carriers.

- It's not possible.
- Why?

We're talking 30 years ago. They
barely did that stuff on cows back then.

Someone was doing it.

What about the children?

What about them?

McClaren's looking for
you. You've been AWOL.

Tell him I'll be right up.

I'm sorry, Agent Hollis. Have
you forgotten how this works?

See, I'm the investigator
in charge, so you

don't flit off without
telling me about it.

And when I say McClaren is looking
for you, you sprint toward his office.

Thank you.

Hollis, sit down.

- Where have you been?
- In the field, sir.

On whose authority?
Frank Black's?

No, but I think what he's
saying about this case is right.

Now, this thing started
out with a plane crash.

Not simple, but at least you
could get your head around it.

Now we've got yet another
sister very dead on arrival.

I don't know what's going on, but I
don't really think she did this to herself.

Baldwin, you keep working on the plane
crash. Hollis, I want you to get on this.

Can you believe it? The US Army, NSA, CIA,
Joint Chiefs, all hanging on every word

this woman, 512, uttered as she spacewalked
through East bloc military installations.

- I mean, spying. What were they thinking?
- That it was working.

Agent Hollis?

All right, thank you.

OK, here she is.

512.

Tower.

Look at that.

That's the room I
was in. She's 512.

Fans.

The Pentagon wanted more of 512.

They tried to reproduce her
literally, in some weird experiment.

Her daughters, targets now.

And their daughters. All down in that
morgue. That's what I think, anyway.

- No mention of offspring in the documents.
- There wouldn't be.

Maybe they're all sisters.

The women and the girls.

Grillflame stopped six years
before they were conceived.

Maybe it didn't. Maybe
it went underground.

Underground? Where?

It's not a question of where,
but why. Why kill them now?

Tower.

Fans.

You said her daughter was
having a seizure in the hospital.

I can show you the tape.

Fans.

(indistinct mumbling)

Vent.

Flowers.

She's remote-viewing
from the hospital.

Viewing what?

- Who does she think she's talking to?
- 512. Where is she now?

(gauging)

Mother? Are you all right?

Square.

(Hollis) "Square"? "Swear"?

I still can't hear it.

Sq"- Square.

Square.

Square?

Square.

- I'll go over these.
- (door opens)

I've contacted SRI. They said they needed
at least 20 words from a remote viewer

before trying to pin down what they
were describing. We've got eight words,

followed by 100mg
of phenobarbital.

Assuming this leads us
anywhere in the first place.

Mildred Carson, in
her 40s, childless,

needed a job. Her
family was taken from her.

- Soon to be childless again.
- You think they're after he! Now?

Even if she is still alive,
who could she possibly hurt?

Something we're missing.

How many bodies lD'd
from the plane crash?

Last I saw, all
but three or four.

This woman appeared
on the passenger

manifest, should be
travelling with a child.

Where is she? The little girl?

- They haven't found her yet.
- They never will. She's alive.

- No one could have survived.
- They took her off the plane.

These women hunted to
extinction have done a horrible thing.

They brought that plane
down, sacrificing two

of their own to fake a
death to save a child.

It's a smoke screen.

The little girl, the old lady,
512. They're all that's left.

But who is doing this to them?
You still haven't told me who.

I'm cross-tabulating the words from the
tape with words in remote-viewing sessions.

It'll tell us targets
described before.

I've sorted the targets by how well
they match up with words on the tape.

The words the woman
in the hospital used.

"Round." "Square." "Six." "Two." I matched
them against real military installations.

- What about this?
- "Missile Silo"?

Yeah. It makes sense.

Most are abandoned
real estate. You could

do worse if you were...
trying to disappear.

Missile Silo would be a
great fit, except... no "wings".

There is a searchable
database of satellite

imagery of defunct
military installations.

All right.

Switching.

If I can narrow it down to silos,
then eight words should be plenty.

- What's this?
- Locked out. Someone is using the records.

The Millennium Group.

That's who you think
is doing all this, isn't it?

Look at that.

"162." That's what
she was saying.

They know where she is.

If the woman in the hospital wanted us to
know about this, why didn't she just say:

"We're meeting at
MX-162. Check it out"?

They didn't know where they
were going. She was seeing it.

Before it happened?

- We're not going in without backup.
- Too late.

Frank, it's basic procedure.

- We'll run a serpentine cross. Cover me.
- No weapon. Bureau procedure.

(Frank) Huh.

Now cover me.

You know, she wanted to be seen. She's
trying to draw us away from the old woman.

Let's split up.
I'm gonna go left.

Stop! FBI.

Stop!

(dank from above)

They're here to kill us.

Stop! FBI.

(two sham)

FBI. Drop your weapons.

I said drop them now!

All I saw was a gun.
I thought you'd shoot.

Move away from
your weapons. Do it!

I'm Joe Howe, Millennium Group.

Ex-Bureau. We're
on the same side here.

Snap 'em on. Down
on the floor. There.

Both of you. Use the
pipes. I wanna hear the click.

(clanking)

Will you wait here
until I get the others?

Come on. Let's go.

Get back.

Oh, God!

(gunshots)

(Gift stops)

Why does the Group want
you dead? What have you seen?

I need an answer.

The men who built this place

thought they could
control the world because

they had their
fingers on the button.

And now, no enemies, no wars.

No need for them.

But the men you
knew can't accept that.

Can't stop.

I see what they do in secret.

- What are they doing?
- They want the world to end.

You see?

No, I don't see. I don't
see anything at all.

Now... see.

I'm so happy right now.

Go, Frank.

Frank.

- Wings.
- Yeah.

What?

Nothing.

Hollis.

Frank asked to do it alone.

- We were on this together.
- I think he's right. Read his report.

- His report'!
- (Baldwin clears throat)

My confession.

Conspiracy to bring
down an airliner. You're

facing the death
penalty. You know that?

I already was. We all were.

This thing we did.

To save the child.

Not for ourselves.
For the future.

I'm sorry...

what the Millennium
Group did to your wife.

They won't let you go.

I'm not gonna let them win.

- What can I get you?
- A gift for my seven-year-old daughter.

I've got just the thing.

- How about that?
- No. I'll have one of these.

OK. Five dollars.

Where are they? I read the
confession. And I read your report.

Grillflame, the child, the elderly
woman, the Millennium Group.

No mention of any of them.

- It's a lie.
- That's why I didn't want your name on it.

Why are you doing this?

We were down there together.
They were shooting at me.

Why are you not
telling me the truth?

A thousand years ago, everyone
thought the end was near.

And yet a few years
after the first millennium,

the world was covered with
a robe of white churches.

- So I guess everyone was wrong.
- No, maybe the end was near.

But it didn't happen. Maybe
someone saw a different future.

That's no answer.

What's that even mean?

(Frank) We can see the future

in tantalising glimpses that
vanish as quickly as they appear.

A premonition, not what
the future is, but that it is,

waiting for us.

A reassuring thought.

This sight's a burden for some.

A duty.

The clear view of something
happening in this country...

that could never
happen in this country.

Of forces we believe
could not gather here.

We sense the chaos.

We worry.

We wait.

Who's gonna see
a different future?

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