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- Mr. Jones.
- Mr. Kohl.

I have the appeal request
all prepared and ready to go.

It goes without saying
the German government...

are not big fans of yours.

You did, after all, steal state secrets.

I think that the best
we can hope for is life.

Now, all I need is your signature.

Sound the alarm!

The perimeter is sealed!

Have they checked the cameras?

They're checking again now!

That's impossible.

All protocol was followed, sir.
The facility is on lockdown.

We don't know what happened here.

But we do know...
that the prisoner in this cell is gone.

- Hey.
- Morning.

- Is your father about?
- Right here.

Why don't you ask him
what he's doing?

I'd rather not.

Do you remember that prisoner,
Jones, I went to see in...?

- In Germany, right?
- He escaped.

- Good for him. How?
- Nobody knows. It makes no sense.

The German authorities
came to see me last night.

How come when it doesn't make sense,
they come to us?

What we do know is Jones
was working with Mitchel Loeb.

I remember Loeb. That's
the guy that stole my invention.

Yeah. I'm gonna go talk to him now.

Can you describe to me what you made?
What Loeb was stealing?

Why don't you tell her
the truth this time?

He kind of sugarcoated it last time.

You did? Why? Is it something
that could have helped Jones escape?

It was a transportation device.

I called it Dizray...

coined based on the premise
disintegration, reintegration.

"Dis," "re," Dizray.

- Are you saying you created...?
- A teleportation system. Yeah.

Except for this one's meant to travel
through time. How's that?

Assuming someone could solve
the considerable problems.

Coming through, arriving,
would require...

weeks of decompression
in a barometric tank.

And if you survived that...

based on what would happen next,
you'd likely wish you hadn't.

So you're saying that Jones, in theory,
could have zapped himself out of prison.

Uh... Yes.

Equilibrium's been reached.
Decompression is complete.

Welcome back, sir.

- Cup of tea, please.
- Of course.

Firstly, I'd like to thank you
for the work you've done...

for bringing me here.

I understand
there have been sacrifices.

I am grateful to them, as I am to you.

- Everything is in order, then?
- Yes, sir. The list is complete.

We've got a lab
set to your specifications.

- And the sealant?
- All parts.

Good.

You know, it's not a library here,
and I don't make loans.

Seventy-five cents, my friend.

Of course, it's old news now,
given the Internet.

You must be
a traditionalist like myself.

Hey, hey, hey, I like these.
You don't see the 2-dollar very often.

Thanks. I'll keep it.

Okay, so, Tommie, you were right.

- Yeah, you see that Grace Kelly?
- She was good.

But Jimmy Stewart was better.

I'm creating cinephiles
one reader at a time.

Now, listen, I want you to check out
a movie called Charade.

- Ever seen it?
- Never heard of it.

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Heh.

- I guess there's something in my eyes.
- You okay?

I...

Oh...

- Oh, God.
- Tommie, you okay?

My eyes. Oh!

Oh, my God!

Tommie! Tommie!

Someone!

Call an ambulance!

He can't breathe!

- Someone help! He can't breathe!
- Someone call an ambulance!

- Anything yet?
- We might be on to something.

Nothing local on Jones...

but found some financial records
for Salman Kohl, Jones' attorney.

- The man found dead in Jones' cell.
- He kept a slush fund maintained...

under an assumed name.
- Could be a mistress.

Or something less salacious,
more interesting.

Let me know
if you find something useful.

Let's go.

I know about David Robert Jones.

I know that you helped him escape...

and that you kidnapped me
on that same night.

You know where Jones is.

You're not someone
I really wanna work with.

Your transfer order
to Wallens Ridge State Prison.

You know what that place
is like, Mitchel?

You know what they're gonna do to you,
what it's gonna be like that first night?

- The second?
- Doesn't matter if you find Jones or not.

He's just a part of the army.

What was written will come to pass,
and nothing you do can stop that.

Nothing.

Agent Dunham.

It's me. Get the Bishops
and meet me at Boston General.

Name's Thomas Avery.
Runs a newsstand downtown.

His prior conditions were
high cholesterol and a weak bladder.

The whole thing happened
in less than two minutes.

Ceramides. Act as a signaling molecule
in the skin.

They control how the cells grow
and differentiate.

Two thoughts come to mind.

The first, that this affliction
might have been caused by a mutation...

changing these lipids to recognize
and seal any and all orifices.

Did they check his anus and penis?

You think we could get the answer
without me in the room?

What was the other thought?

- Sorry?
- You said two thoughts came to mind.

Oh, yes. The other was...

coffee cake.
Tiny pebbles of cinnamon sugar.

Once again, my father.

- You know what this is.
- You think Jones?

Peter, help me with this.

You talked to Loeb.
Did he give you anything?

Maybe. But nothing
that relates to this, exactly.

I'm not convinced this is Jones' work.
What interest would he have...

in a newsstand operator?
- That's what we're gonna find out.

Peter. You got a sec?

When I saw Loeb, he said something:

Jones was doing what had been written.

- Meaning what? Written where?
- Well, I didn't know.

We've never known
what Jones' group, ZFT, stood for.

Maybe it's not the name
of their organization.

- What if it's the name of their bible?
- Interesting.

I called a contact
at the German authorities...

asked him to search
any known document with those initials.

- Did he find anything?
- Yes, he did.

- ZFT.
- ZFT. Scroll down.

"Destruction by Advancement
of Technology."

It's a self-published,
anonymous manuscript.

On their records because
it was recovered as evidence in a raid...

in an unrelated case.
- They sending it to us?

They would be if it hadn't been
destroyed 10 years ago.

So I was hoping that
you might have one of your...

weird connections.

Weird connections.

- They're always a little weird.
- Well, you're always a little weird.

What do you think?

Come on.

I think I got a weird connection.

Is he contagious?

If he were contagious, we'd have
several more orificeless bodies by now.

Scalpel, please, and an empty IV bag.

Empty IV bag?
What exactly are we doing here?

The obvious:

Searching for evidence.

Any scientific clue
to reveal what caused...

this hear-no-evil, speak-no-evil,
see-no-evil malady.

The gas trapped within his body
may yield important information.

Worth the study.

Oh, dear God. That is putrid.

On a separate topic,
do you like coffee cake?

Take a look at this.

I know someone at the SEC.

I had her send a list of every business
Jones' lawyer...

has incorporated for his clients.

Figure maybe one or more of them
were used to funnel cash to the ZFT.

This is all protected
by lawyer-client privilege.

- How did you get her to break that?
- We dated in college.

And she dumped me. Bad.

So I told her she owed me one.
Heh-heh-heh.

I narrowed down the list
to U.S. Addresses only.

Good work.

It's no First Folio. Some tanning.
Pretty badly shelf-cocked.

- I can give you 40 for it.
- Okay.

You don't wanna make that deal.

First-edition Land of Laughs?

No matter what condition it's in,
it's worth at least twice that.

Mm.

- Thanks.
- Have a great day.

Is that really necessary?

You know me, Markham.
Friend of the people.

What about me? Aren't I people?

- People who shower.
- Oh.

- Who's this friend?
- Olivia Dunham.

Five dollars I can name
at least one item on your nightstand.

Don't tell me. You're gonna like this.
I'm never wrong. It's a gift.

Okay, Toni Morrison novel,
something by Obama...

and/or the current issue
of Bon Appetit.

I'm reading Advanced Forensic Science
by Annemann.

I keep it next to my gun.

Oh. I like this one.

This one's just a friend,
and we need a favor.

Anonymous, self-published manuscript.

Uh... "Destruction by
Advancement of Technology."

- Sounds sexy and very challenging.
- Peter says you're good.

Well, he also says
that you're just a friend, so...

- The book, Markham. We need it.
- Today, right?

Right. Impress me.

Nothing interests me less
than impressing you.

I think I may have something.

Warehouse building in Austin
leased to Jones' attorney.

Power was cut off for months.
Two weeks ago, it was turned back on.

- The day Jones escaped from prison.
- Could be a safe house.

This is Broyles.
I need a search warrant authorized.

- Sir?
- Yeah, a warehouse in Austin...

- Sir, this can't wait.
- What is it?

There's a man downstairs,
says his name is David Robert Jones.

Everybody down.

- Down, down, down!
- Don't move!

- Jones.
- Freeze!

I will speak
only with Agent Olivia Dunham.

- And he just turned himself in.
- Two hours ago.

Said he'd only speak to Agent Dunham.
Hasn't said a word since.

Anything else? Anything on how
he escaped from prison?

No information.
Just another question.

- A key.
- What key?

Found on him
when he turned himself in.

No markings on it.
Forensics is doing their thing.

- He wanted us to find it.
- He wants to talk to me. Let me in there.

Jones doesn't dictate the terms.

He wouldn't be a captive
if it wasn't under his terms.

Jones is here because he wants to be.

The United States
doesn't negotiate with terrorists.

That's exactly the kind of arrogance
he's expecting.

- What?
- The man was clever enough...

to Star Trek himself out of a
maximum-security German prison...

elude Interpol, arrive in Boston,
and get himself apprehended...

simply because he liked the idea.
He's expecting us to reject his request.

And your choice?
Give Jones what he wants...

to demonstrate
we can be anti-dogmatic?

I don't think that's
what you're saying, is it?

Since he arrived in town,
a man was killed in a gruesome way.

- We don't know that was Jones.
- It was. He has more planned.

- And you know that how?
- I don't know how to justify a hunch.

- I don't see...
- This isn't a gentlemen's club.

Mr. Jones doesn't get to choose
the pretty one.

Wanna get him to talk?
Join the raid...

on that warehouse in Austin.
See what you find.

- How is that...?
- Relevant?

Well, because right now,
he's just an escaped prisoner.

But if he's playing games, as you say,
I doubt he's here to help us.

Show me some evidence
that connects him...

to that incident downtown.

- Agent Dunham.
- I got it. The ZFT book.

Stop it. Already?

Markham found some guy who collects
scientific ephemera, he had a copy.

The thing was never published. It was
never even proofed, but check this out.

"The advances of science, which is
supposed to expand our knowledge...

will, if not carefully controlled,
destroy the world as we know it."

- So it's light reading.
- Wait, it gets better.

"Our technological ambitions...

have not only driven us
to the brink of catastrophe...

the catastrophe has already begun.

What will the apocalypse look like?

The answer,
to use a term generally understood...

the specifics of which
you can't imagine...

which this document
will attempt to describe...

is warfare."

- And that's just the foreword.
- Well, keep reading.

Will do. Where you headed?

We're going to raid a building
that we think may be a safe house.

- Alpha team clear.
- Bravo clear.

- Delta clear.
- Echo clear.

We're clear.

What is it?

It's me. He was here.

I want everything bagged and tagged.
Move fast.

I'd like to ask you some questions.

No, I believe I made myself clear.
There is another I wish to speak to.

I'm afraid Agent Dunham is preoccupied.
So lucky you, you get me.

You don't look well.

Which is why I was hoping to speak
with Agent Dunham as soon as possible.

I prefer to avoid any additional,
unnecessary deaths.

Now, when Agent Dunham
comes to see me...

I will require the following items.

A standard walkie-talkie
with removable crystals...

metallic ballpoint pen,
and an eyeglass-repair kit.

An analog wristwatch.

Your watch would do.

- You sure you don't need anything else?
- Quite sure. Yes.

- Anything?
- Nothing criminal.

All right. Let's lock it up and get back.

What the hell?

I need a med kit now!

Quick, help me hold him.

He's suffocating. I need to trach him.

Oh, come on, come on. Okay, breathe.

Okay. He's breathing.

No, no, no!

Oh, God.

- Where are we?
- We've got audio.

Visual coming up right now.

Move in closer on this.
I wanna record every twitch.

Finally, a welcome face.

A colleague of mine just died.

He was 27 years old.
He was due to get married next month.

Yes, I tried to prevent that.

Your Agent Harris
needed some convincing.

- Here I am.
- Have you brought the items I requested?

This will only take a moment.

Move in on this, and the hands.

The hell's he doing?

That's a thousand-dollar watch.

- What's happening in there?
- I don't know.

I've managed to get us some privacy.

It's just you and me now,
but we haven't much time.

You were responsible
for what happened to Thomas Avery.

I'm simply the stage setter.

An example
that doesn't need to be followed.

Well, that implies
that you're planning something else.

Something far worse, yes.

- What is it?
- First, I need your services.

What the hell do you want?

I need you to pass a test.

Get Dunham out. That device
is blocking our surveillance system.

He can't hurt her, Sanford.

He's just trying to show you
who's in charge.

When I turned myself in,
there was a key in my pocket...

as I'm sure you're aware.

Take the key,
which I assume is in Forensics.

Go to Salem, the amusement park
on Policy Street.

I've left something there for you.

- Oh!
- You need medical attention.

All the assistance in this world
could not cure me, Miss Dunham.

It seems that when one is
dematerialized on a molecular level...

and then reassembled...

there are certain
unadvertised side effects.

But who knows?

Perhaps this task I have for you could
lead to something that might help me.

Tell me about the attack
you're planning.

- I'd call it insurance.
- I don't care what you call it.

As we speak, a white cargo van
is transporting an explosive device...

capable of killing hundreds
in the manner of...

the newspaper salesman
and your deceased colleague.

- Is it set to go off?
- Sixteen hours from now.

Before anything,
you are going to disable...

No, you are.
But first there's the matter of the key.

- Enough. I want you out of this room.
- Don't worry, Miss Dunham.

If I wanted to harm you, I would have.

Long ago.

Apologies about the watch.

Jones is planting a device somewhere,
capable of killing in the same way...

that guy from the newsstand died.
He won't say where or when.

We need every white van rented
within the last 48 hours tracked down.

In the meantime,
I need two hours alone.

- Why? Where you going?
- To get a massage.

I'll tell you when I get back.

Hey, it's me. Where are we at?

We know how folks
are ending up faceless.

It's a powdered toxin
that's absorbed through the skin.

It triggers a hyperactivity in the
protein responsible for scar tissue.

- You want any more detail than that?
- Not really.

Did you hear
that Jones turned himself in?

- I did. You get anything?
- Yeah, that he's crazy.

And he's planning on using
that toxin again, and soon.

How's Walter coming
with the antidote?

He's working on it. He says,
and I quote:

"It'll be ready when it's ready,
and not a moment before."

Great. Anything in the manuscript that
might suggest what Jones' endgame is?

It reads like a happy combo
between an anti-science manifesto...

and a call to arms.

- Call to arms against whom?
- Exactly.

I'll call you
when I get to the good part.

Yeah. Maybe it'll help us figure out
where this next attack is gonna be.

I'll be back
as soon as I get the package.

Okay.

- Was that Olivia?
- Yeah.

Where's the manuscript?

- Is she bringing coffee cake?
- No, she's not getting food.

Have you seen the manuscript
I was reading?

It's fascinating, isn't it?

I was just reading it
whilst sitting on the crapper.

Please, no more information.
Can I have it back?

I must read you one excerpt.

Great. Well, grab the blankie.
It's nap time.

"We think we understand reality.
But our universe is only one of many.

The unknown truth is that the way
to travel between them...

has already been discovered
by beings much like us...

but whose history
is slightly ahead of our own.

The negative aspects of such visitations
will be irreversible...

both to our world and to theirs.

It will begin with a series
of unnatural occurrences...

difficult to notice at first,
but growing, not unlike a cancer...

until a simple fact
becomes undeniable:

Only one world will survive...

and it will either be us or them."

"Miss Dunham,
I know how this appears:

That I've sent you quite a distance
to pick up a box of children's games.

But what I've hidden here
is not a game at all.

You are holding an evaluation system,
a series of tests...

designed to cultivate specific,
innate skills...

present in particular individuals.

Do the first test only. Complete it
successfully and come back to see me.

Do this, and no one else will die."

I got the instructions.

So Jones is threatening to kill
hundreds of people unless I take a test.

- Unless you pass a test.
- What does my passing a test...

have to do with Jones killing people?
- Insanity.

You can't pose rational questions
when you're dealing with Jones.

Indeed. And whatever Mr. Jones'
true goal may be...

we only have eight hours left
until his next attack.

"Test one." Of 10, by the way.
"Turn switch on.

The recruit sits no more than 24 inches
from the device...

but cannot touch the light board.
The recruit focuses on light board.

The object of the test is
to shut down the lights...

so that, ultimately,
none are illuminated."

- How?
- Using all your magic powers, I guess.

Curious. The instructions refer
to the recruit.

The author of the manuscript
uses the same term.

"Many warriors of the inevitable
confrontation are among us now...

but before
they can be considered soldiers...

they must be regarded as recruits...

and the expectation must be
that they shall be unwilling."

So I'm supposed to just turn
these lights off by looking at them?

It wouldn't be much of a test
if we could take out the battery.

Fine.

- Dunham.
- We just got a hit.

Steady Car Rentals in New Haven
leased a white van yesterday morning...

And you're gonna love this.

- To one Olivia Dunham.

- No.
- Oh, yeah, he's messing with you, Liv.

Got police scouring the area.
So far, no luck.

Thanks, Charlie.

This is just a stupid mind game.

- Where are you going?
- To end it.

I will not let him use that device.

If you're gonna meet with Jones,
I want full surveillance.

Sir, the last time you got your way,
we lost a good agent.

Do you really
wanna get in the way again?

We have less than seven hours before
something horrific will happen.

Something I'm trying to stop.

And for some reason,
Jones is out to get me.

So, sir,
would you please let me handle this?

- I got your test kit.
- You didn't bring it?

- I didn't need to...
- Your reluctance is expected.

- I know what you're doing, Mr. Jones.
- I'm trying to get you to pass test one.

I know about the manuscript.
The manifesto. ZFT.

I know you believe that
there's some war coming...

- You've read it?
- You're recruiting warriors.

That's the word you used, isn't it?

You don't believe you're worthy?

I believe everybody, even you,
is entitled to their belief system...

but somehow,
you got me into your head.

Somehow?

Yes.

You were among those treated
with Cortexiphan.

It's why we had you taken.
We needed confirmation...

something which requires
a spinal tap.

The next step, had you not escaped,
was to convince you of this.

I have never been treated
with Cortexiphan.

- I haven't even heard of it.
- You wouldn't have.

I don't believe you, Mr. Jones.

I believe you've created some ridiculous
scenario where people's lives rely...

on me attempting
and failing an impossible task.

- The task is hardly impossible.
- I will not let people die...

because of some stupid game.

- This is no game.
- You need to cooperate, Mr. Jones.

No, Miss Dunham,
it is you who needs to cooperate.

Mr. Jones?

Pulse slowing to 50 beats per minute.

- Get him up there. Astrid, set up the EKG.
- Is this the patient?

Walter, put the cow away,
would you?

- What is this place?
- It's a freak show.

Thanks for your help. Thank you.

- It is happening quicker than I imagined.
- What's happening?

You understand this man
teleported through space?

His molecules disintegrating
and reintegrating.

I mean, the very implications of it...

We need a video camera.
We should record this.

This man is our chance to stop
a device that could kill a lot of people.

- I need you to stabilize him.
- Of course.

- Okay.
- Point taken. I'll do a thorough exam.

Meanwhile, get me 50 cc's
of saline, please.

- Hey, Astrid, do you mind?
- Sure.

No, of course they did.
Why am I not surprised?

- Thanks, Charlie.
- Anything?

Yeah. That drug Jones claims
is in my body, Cortexiphan?

It's a drug patented, but not approved,
by the FDA.

- Patented to whom?
- To Massive Dynamic.

- Why am I not surprised?
- That's what I just said. Jones?

Walter's replenishing his fluids.

He's gonna have to give him a full exam
before we know if he can wake him up.

I'm gonna find out what I can
about Cortexiphan...

but in the meantime, he's actually
expecting me to be able to do it.

- To do what?
- Test number one. The flashing lights.

Jones won't cooperate
unless I pass the test.

You think we can trick him?

What are you asking me to do?
You want me to open up the light box?

You could see what you could do.

Thank you for seeing me
at such short notice.

As I said, I am always available
to you, Olivia.

What can I do?

I need information on a drug
called Cortexiphan.

Doesn't ring a bell. Let me check.

Is everything all right?

My hand. It's been acting up.

I need to have it looked at. Ha.

Oh, yes. I recall this. Cortexiphan.

It was part of a clinical trial of a drug
that Dr. Bell created in '81.

What is it, if you don't mind?

Dr. Bell theorized that the human mind
at birth is infinitely capable...

and that every force it encounters...
Social, physical, intellectual.

- Is the beginning of a process
he referred to as limitation...

a diminishing of that potential.

And Cortexiphan?

It was meant to limit that limitation...

to prevent the natural shrinking
of that brain power.

- To prevent, not undo.
- Meaning?

- The drug was administered to children.
- Yes.

The drugs
were extensively animal-tested.

They were harmless
to the children who received them.

Unfortunately,
they were also unsuccessful...

so Dr. Bell abandoned his research
on Cortexiphan in 1983.

- And where were the trials?
- Dr. Bell conducted the trials himself...

at Ohio State University,
Wooster Campus.

- Nowhere else?
- No.

Why, if you don't mind me asking?

Nothing. It's good to know.

No matter what Jones believes,
I was never given the drug.

William Bell conducted his trials
in Ohio.

In 1981, I was 3,
living in Jacksonville, Florida.

My dad was stationed
at the Naval base there.

That's great. In other news...

Walter thinks he's gonna be able
to revive Jones soon...

and I was able
to reprogram the light box.

- We should be able to fake Jones out.
- I knew you could do it. See you soon.

If there's cardiac arrest,
we'll need nitroglycerin. Peter, prepare.

Mr. Jones, we have two hours
before your planned attack hits...

and I think I've passed
test number one.

Dr. Bishop...

without your extraordinary work...

I wouldn't have ever had the pleasure
of making your acquaintance.

I locked the teleporter away for a reason,
one of which you are now experiencing.

Nevertheless, it is an honor.

Jones, I pass the test,
you tell us everything we need...

to stop whatever you're planning.
- That was always the deal.

Well done, Miss Dunham.

Thank you.

- Your turn.
- Indeed.

923 Church Street, 47th floor.

You better hurry.

This is Agent Dunham. I need
immediate evac, 923 Church Street.

There's a device on the 47th floor.

Nicely done.

Good performance.

I need these streets cleared now!

Anyone within a four-block radius
has to move! Go! Double time!

Hey. Where are we?

Building's about 70 percent clear.
We lucked out.

They're undergoing renovations,
so not all the floors are occupied.

- So the device?
- This one's a real mess.

Bomb squad says they can't move it...

or defuse it.
- Why?

They've never seen wiring like this.

Oh, my God.

To blow out the windows.

- Four blocks ain't gonna cut it.
- Not even close.

I'm on it.

Contact the weather service.
We need to map the fallout pattern.

And get FEMA up to speed.

Agent Farnsworth.

It's me. That son of a bitch
knew what we were doing.

- What?
- He knew that we were faking him out.

Is he still conscious?

- Barely.
- Put him on.

It's Olivia.

- Hello, you.
- I can't do this.

I remain confident that you can.

Look, you know what I did before,
it wasn't real.

Yes. I know, Miss Dunham.

Before they can be considered soldiers,
they must be regarded as recruits...

and the expectation must be
that they shall be unwilling.

Mr. Jones, I am willing.
I am willing, but I am not able.

- We gotta go.
- There's one way to disable...

that device,
and you know what that is.

Okay. You think that I'm valuable.
Valuable enough to kidnap, to train.

You are a rare commodity, true.

Okay, if you don't deactivate
this device, I'm gonna die...

which means
that your rare commodity is gone.

But I have one thing, Miss Dunham,
that you do not.

I have faith in you.

There is no red wire, no blue.
Only black.

Cut any one of them
and the device blows.

Try and remove it
and the device blows.

And if those lights are still on
when the timer hits zero...

the device blows.

There is only one way out,
and it's you.

Okay, we need to get these people
out of here.

Whoa, whoa, where are you going?

Olivia, we gotta go.
What did Jones say?

- Olivia.
- I need to do this. There's no other way.

If you stay here, you are going to die.

I'm not doing this with you, Olivia.

You're out of your mind.

You did it.

What was that?
How did you do that?

I don't know.

Farnsworth.

Yes, sir.

Thank you. We will.

Wait. Wait.

- She did it, didn't she?
- It seems she did.

My girl.

You okay?

I didn't do anything...

with those lights.

He planned it. Jones.
It was all just a mind game.

How do you plan it? Plan what?

They were programmed to turn off.

Maybe, but he couldn't have known
when you were gonna arrive.

- He couldn't have known the timing.
- Well, that's what he did.

I'm the last to subscribe to this stuff,
but you were in the zone out there.

The way you stared down that box
was like nothing I've ever seen.

- It wasn't me.
- Fine. Let me play devil's advocate.

Why did Jones choose you at all?

Because of your father.
He wanted to meet your father.

The man who designed the device
that let him escape from prison.

And you think
that's what all this was about?

Okay. Fine. Look, all I know is
I didn't die tonight...

so I'm pretty much willing to accept
any explanation you wanna give.

You wanna go get a drink or five?
I've seen you with a whiskey bottle.

Jones was just transferred
to Boston General, so...

I have a few questions for him.

- It's my last chance.
- Yeah.

So in all the excitement of today,
I forgot to say something.

I haven't overlooked the fact that you
actually created a teleportation machine.

Well, I suppose I did.

Which, despite the fact
that using it kills you...

is pretty damn cool.

Kills you?

It does something unthinkable...

but it doesn't kill you.

All personnel...

follow emergency guidelines.
Repeat, all personnel...

follow emergency guidelines.
- We need the evidence.

- Nearest emergency exit. All personnel,
follow emergency guidelines.

- Hello?
- Agent Dunham? Nina Sharp.

Hand's back to normal.

Good for you.

I was curious about
that question you asked...

whether there were other places
where Cortexiphan was tested.

- Yes?
- There was, it turns out...

a second clinical trial...

though much smaller
than the one in Ohio.

- There was?
- Yes, in Jacksonville, Florida...

at a military base.

Agent Dunham?

Thank you very much for calling.

You're most welcome.
Have a good night.