All language subtitles for The 4400 - S03 E05 - Gone, Part 2 of 2 (720p BluRay)

We're not a threat.
We're salvation.

The world will have
to deal with us.

Previously on The 4400:

I see you've been spending
a lot of time with Shawn.

People see her, they see a woman.
A beautiful woman.

And they might forget that
inside she's just a little girl.

I'm glad she has you
around to be a friend.

You killed people.

That's not what we discussed
when you approached me.

We are in a war. It's
gonna cost money.

You sold us out.

I'm very disappointed in you, Shawn,
and I'm afraid I can't forgive you.

Diana Skouris, your
adoption of Maia Rutledge

is hereby complete,
legal, and binding.

Ms. Skouris, my name is Sara.

I'm Maia's sister.

Do you see the future more clearly since
you stopped taking the inhibitor?

- Who are you?
- I'm Lindsey.

I'm a part of her collection.
We all are.

Tyler! Duncan!

You've been here ever
since you walked

through the front
door of my house.

You're in the future.

We had to bring you here,
Maia, you and your friends.

Before we put you back
in your new time,

we'll make you
forget your mother.

Please, don't!

They'll forget you too.

Hey.

Marco, they're beautiful.

How did you know
I like anemones?

You remember that bad
Italian restaurant?

I asked you what your favourite
flower was, and you said:

Anemones.

Most guys don't even
listen to table talk.

You not only heard
me, you remembered.

Do you know how lucky
you're gonna get tonight?

Then my plan is working.

I thought it was just
gonna be the two of us.

It is.

Then who is the other plate for?

Di?

I don't know what
I was thinking.

- Are you having fun?
- Of course I'm having fun.

You sure you don't want
a turn at the wheel?

It's your fantasy.

Okay, honey. Hold on.

Look out!

- You all right?
- I think so.

- You saw her too, right?
- Of course I did.

Why would a girl be in
the middle of the road?

- I have no idea.
- A joy ride in the country.

That's what we agreed on, right?

A great car, a deserted road.

Hitting some kid at 80 miles plus?
Where the hell does that come in?

What happened to her?!

Thomas.

Hey!

Hey. Hey-

Hey, what...? You...?

You okay?

Who was she?

I have no idea.

How many times
have we done this?

Gone away in one of these
fantasy worlds you create?

- A dozen times? Two dozen?
- At least.

And these worlds, they
always feel real.

Except this time, a girl without
a face appears out of nowhere.

It felt more like a nightmare.

But something like that was bound
to happen sooner or later.

I build these worlds
out of our memories.

I guess this time I dredged
up something incomplete.

A fragment of something.
A sort of mental hiccup.

Okay, but this girl? Is she
part of my memory or yours?

Yours, mine, both. There's
no way to know, is there?

One of us might have seen
her picture in a book,

or seen her in the street.

Yeah, we just don't
remember her face.

It might have just
been a glimpse.

Yeah, well,

that glimpse pretty
much ruined our night.

Well, tomorrow night will be better.
I promise.

Anywhere you wanna go,
anywhere we wanna go,

- and anything we wanna do.
- You know, for his 12th birthday

I took Kyle fishing up at
the Dosewallips River.

I thought maybe the three
of us could go there.

That sounds great.

And maybe this time we could
actually catch some fish.

Okay.

I don't know what's
wrong with my bedroom.

Or yours for that matter.

We've already done it
there a bunch of times.

Experts say you should
do adventurous things

to keep relationships
more interesting.

They say that, huh?

What could be more adventurous
than a quickie in the staircase?

Did you switch from
Encyclopaedia Britannica

to Cosmo magazine or something?
What...?

Well, I read lots of stuff.

- I'll take the elevator.
- Devon.

How embarrassing for her.

Isabelle, just stop! Just...

What's the matter, Shawn?
What's wrong?

She's not gonna tell my father.

- She'd be too afraid of me.
- Isabelle.

She's gonna tell someone, and
then they'll tell someone else.

And then everybody's gonna know.

Where's your partner?

Late.

A 4400, Christopher Dubov, was
attacked outside his home last night.

I wanna know if we're
looking at a hate crime.

It says he's a lawyer
at Teller and Dutch.

That's a major mergers
and acquisitions firm.

They've been all over the
financial pages this year.

Yeah, which makes him
a high-profile 4400.

A target for somebody
looking to make a point.

No, it makes him a
corporate raider

who's put a lot of people
in the unemployment line.

His 4400 status isn't the only motive
someone might have to attack him.

Just talk to him. See if he
can write you up a list.

- Oh, alarm clock need new batteries?
- No, it's a crappy morning.

Are you opening up a newsstand?

No. Just a project
that I'm working on.

So, what do we got?

Yeah, you could call
it a hate crime.

My son, Michael,
certainly hates me.

Your son did this to you, Mr.
Dubov?

His mom and I split up.

He blames me.

I'm the one who introduced
her to Bob, her new husband.

I knew they belonged together.
I could smell it.

- I'm not sure I follow.
- It's my ability.

It showed up once I stopped
taking the promicin inhibitor.

I can smell pheromones.

You mean the stuff people put
out to attract other people?

Weird, huh? Things
between my wife and I

haven't been too
good for a while.

Then I met Bob. He's
my new dentist.

Right away, there was
something familiar about him.

Then I realised what it was.
He smelled just like Caroline.

So I made her an appointment.

I had to know whether or not
they belonged together.

Let me guess, love
at first sight.

Sight, smell, whatever.

You and your son look
very happy together.

Those were taken
when Michael was 10.

Ten.

That's a... That's a great age.

Mr. Dubov, do you want
us to talk to Michael?

Explain to him that assault
is a serious crime?

No, forget it.

I'm sorry my secretary
called you.

Besides, I think I know a way
to get him to forgive me.

There's a new bar
around the corner.

One of the waitresses, she
smells just like my kid.

Let's hope she's not married.

Amen to that.

You know, I bet if that guy quit his
job and opened up a dating service,

he'd make a fortune.

I'm not sure how turning a
corporate lawyer into cupid

is gonna help save the future.

Wha...? Hey.

Honey, what's going on?

- Are you all right?
- Dubov was gone for five years, right?

I...

I bet his son really missed him.

Probably.

I mean, every 4400
left someone behind.

Are you sure it's
not something else?

No. It's fine, really.

It'll pass.

Okay.

Physical.

You and Isabelle?

You wanna explain that?

I asked you a question! What is going
on between you and my daughter?!

We never planned on
going behind your back.

In fact, we never planned it at all.
It just kind of happened.

Friendship! Remember?
We talked about that.

That's as far as it
was supposed to go!

I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too. I'm sorry
I ever trusted you.

- Isabelle is just a child!
- No, Richard, she isn't.

She's emotionally immature and
you took advantage of that!

That's what you think? You know me better.
That's not fair.

I know your judgment stinks,
that's what I know.

You're gonna stay away
from my daughter.

I'm not gonna make
that promise to you.

I am not giving you a choice
here, you understand me?

This thing between the
two of you, it is over.

I don't recall saying "come in."

I thought perhaps a referee
might be in order.

May I advise you gentlemen to
go to your neutral corners?

This is a private
conversation, Matthew!

It may have started out that way, but I
assure you, it's becoming very public.

I could hear you out
in the hallway.

And for the record, I happen
to agree with Richard.

This relationship with Isabelle
is ill-advised at best.

I thought referees
didn't take sides?

If I were you, Shawn, I'd take this
opportunity to make a graceful exit.

Think about what I said, Shawn.

I'm expecting you to
do the right thing.

What's for lunch?

Prosciutto with figs.

Rosemary chicken, couscous,
and raspberries.

Wow. You know, when Kyle
and I used to go fishing,

we'd take a half a dozen
peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches

- and think we were living like kings.
- I like to think the reality I create

is a little bit
tastier than that.

Good.

Hey, we gotta get going.
Hey, Kyle!

Come on, buddy!

Come on, Kyle. Let's go.

Come on...

It's you.

The girl on the road.

That's right. You remember.

Maia.

Maia.

Have we met before?

Don't be silly.

No, I'm sorry, I...

I don't remember you.

Sure you do.

Think harder.

Is that why you keep showing up?

Because you want me to remember?

I'm here because you
brought me here.

There has to be a reason why
this girl keeps showing up.

There was nothing familiar about her?
Nothing at all?

No.

But she kept acting like
we knew each other.

And if she's right, if
I did bring her there,

then I must know her
from somewhere.

Tom.

Shouldn't you be at work?

- Jarvis said you called in sick.
- Well, I'm allowed.

Thanks for checking in on me.

Diana, talk to me, will you?

What the hell's all this?

Just a project I'm working on.
I mentioned it to you.

- Who's this supposed to be?
- I wish I knew.

I know this might sound creepy,
but I was up all night last night

cutting up pictures of little girls.
None of them seemed to be the right one.

I mean, I think I'm going crazy.

Then we both are.

You know those little dream
vacations I take with Alana?

This little girl keeps showing up in them.
This little blond girl.

Says her name is Maia.

Maia?

- Oh, Tom.
- What?

You have to come with me. I
have to show you something.

Who is she, Tom?

Who is Maia?

I don't know.

No, I've already checked. There's no
mention of Maia in our case files.

Okay, well, maybe we met her
together someplace else?

Maybe at one of
Garrity's barbecues?

No, that does not feel right.

I didn't just meet this
girl once at a barbecue.

I know her better than that.

All right, just calm down.

Well, there's a reason this
girl is haunting us, Tom, okay?

She's out there somewhere, and
she wants us to find her.

Right now the only place
I know she exists

is in one of these dream
worlds Alana and I create.

Well, then, I need for
Alana to take me there.

I need to meet this
girl, talk to her.

No, but you wouldn't really
be talking to her, Diana.

You'd just be talking to whatever
your subconscious remembers of her.

Well, maybe that would be enough
for me figure out who she is.

How do I sound?

Like you've been
playing for years.

I haven't. It's my first time.

I kind of figured that.

Isabelle, do you have a minute?

Have a seat.

Isabelle, you know I'm
proud of you, don't you?

This is about Shawn and
I having sex, isn't it?

That's part of it, yeah.
Yeah, but only a part of it.

Right now everything's
new to you.

You're learning so much so fast.
How to be a daughter.

- A friend.
- A lover.

That part you might
be learning too fast.

You don't want me to
get my feelings hurt.

I would just like if you
and Shawn slowed down.

- Stop sleeping together?
- For the time being.

There's no reason to stop.

Shawn cares about me.
I care about Shawn.

The sex is wonderful.

It makes us both very happy.
It should make you happy too.

Maybe it should, but it doesn't.

I suppose that's normal.

But everything is gonna be okay.

Shawn would never do
anything to hurt me.

He's way too smart for that.

So you see? You have
nothing to worry about.

I wonder if anyone at
the Center has a cello.

So what do I have to do?

- Well, the main thing is to relax.
- Oh, my God.

Well, I usually close my eyes
and count backwards from ten.

Before I reach zero,
we're somewhere else.

Have any idea where you
want Alana to take you?

We usually have a
destination picked out.

Well, wherever Maia is.

You can do that, can't you?
You can take me to her?

She seems to show
up anyplace we go.

So it's really up to you.

Well, let's just keep it simple.
How about my apartment?

All right.

Now, let's begin.

Alana,

this is not my apartment.

I know. I'm not quite
sure what just happened.

You done talking to your friend?

- You're Maia.
- Stop fooling around.

Come on. He's waiting for us.

There you are, Ms. Skouris.
The documents are all ready.

If you'll just have a seat,

and sign where indicated,
we can finish up.

You still wanna do
this, don't you?

Diana Skouris, your
adoption of Maia Rutledge

is hereby complete,
legal, and binding.

So witnessed by me,
Henry Biederman,

of the 10th Circuit
Family Court of Seattle.

You know, some of us have
to look far and wide

to find the people
we'll call family.

You two had to look
clear across time.

Diana, let me introduce you
to your daughter, Maia.

Maia, say hello to Mommy.

Oh, my God, Maia.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- Diana, what happened?

She was kidnapped, Tom.

She was taken by a woman
pretending to be her sister.

She took Maia,

Tyler Downing, Lindsey Hammond,
and a whole bunch of 4400 kids.

Do you remember any of this?

No. No, I don't.

So this woman took
these children

and somehow made everyone
forget they ever existed.

Yes, but they existed.
Maia Rutledge disappeared

from Crescent City,
California, March 3rd, 1946.

So wait, you're saying
she was abducted,

then returned with the other
4400s, then taken again.

And none of us
remember this but you.

- It's like they've wiped our memories.
- But why?

Because they didn't want
us looking for them.

The 4400 were taken and returned
to change the future in some way.

Maybe Maia and the others were taken
so that they could change it again.

I don't know and I don't care. All I know
is four days ago she was here with me.

And I need you to believe that
I have a daughter named Maia

and that she's been
taken from me.

I don't remember Maia, or the
kidnapping, or any of it.

The idea that my memory's been messed
with scares the hell out of me.

But after everything we've
been through with the 4400,

yes, Diana, I believe you.

- Hello?
- Richard Tyler?

- Yes, who's this?
- My name is Daniel Armand.

- You know who I am?
- With the Nova Group?

I think it's time you
and I met, Richard.

We have a lot to discuss.

I have a lot to say to you too, but
I don't think you'll wanna hear it.

Well, now, you see, that's
the problem right there.

We should be allies,
not adversaries.

My group and your organisation
have the same goals.

We're advocating for the
rights of the 4400.

Except that you advocate through
assassination and intimidation.

We lack the strength
in numbers, Richard,

so we use the tools
at our disposal.

Is that what you called me for?
To have a debate?

I called to arrange a truce.

And to talk about Shawn Farrell.

- To make more threats against him?
- No, we need to discuss his future.

Because unless you and I can
come to some kind of agreement,

I'm not sure he's
gonna have one.

Says I should meet him on the corner
of Pike and Gorch, Thursday at 4:00.

And then?

A car will be there
to pick me up

and take me someplace for a
face to face with Armand.

Sounds to me like the Nova Group's
been reading too much John le Carré.

- What did you say?
- I told him I'd think about it.

What is there to think about?
You're not going.

Let's not rush to judgment.

I've dealt with this
guy before, remember?

He wants one thing. You
know what it is: Money.

And probably the names

and addresses of every
4400 in our computer.

If they have an ability that he can use,
he will exploit it and people will die.

People have already died.
Maybe I can stop him.

Are you gonna make
him see the light?

No, but I can stop him
from killing you.

How? How?

By putting this place and everything
that we've worked for in jeopardy?

- I won't let you do that.
- Noble words, but may I remind you?

If the Nova Group wants to strike at
you, I don't think we can prevent it.

Thank you for the
pep talk, Matthew.

I'm just being realistic.

So am I. If I don't show, it's
like a declaration of war,

and we all know who the
first casualty will be.

You and Jordan Collier built this place.
You're its heart and soul.

Then listen to me, Richard.

I tried to deal with
these people before.

It was a disaster.

I'm warning you. I'm asking you:

Please do not make the same mistake.
Please.

Skouris, I have a
list right here

of every 4400 who returned
that night to Highland Beach.

There's no Maia Rutledge.
There's no Tyler Downing.

There's no Lindsey Hammond.

I've explained that:
They've been erased.

From the records,
from our memories.

Someone has tried to wipe
out every trace of them.

We talked to the families.

In the last week, all of
them have been haunted

by phantom memories of children
they supposedly lost years ago.

Okay, let's say I am buying
any of this, and I'm not.

But if I did, we don't even
know where they were taken.

The future?

- That's kind of out of our jurisdiction.
- I've seen Maia.

I've spoken to her.

We both have.

Look, you're asking
me to commit manpower

and resources to find a
little girl that only exists

in some shared fantasyland
you guys play around in.

Look, I'm sorry,
but I can't do it.

You guys through?

Because I think I
found your kids.

Here we go. Watch this.

That's him. That's Tyler.

That's dated September
19th, 1893.

They sent him back further
into the past. Why?

Well, that I can't tell you.
But Tyler Downing

did graduate first in his class from
Yale University in Engineering.

I knew I'd heard
the name before.

In 1915, he helped develop
synthetic petroleum.

You drove to work this
morning because of this guy.

This is from the estate
of Robert Goddard.

You know, the rocket guy.

He adopted an orphan
named Lindsey Hammond.

She lived with the family,
eventually worked in his lab.

And she invented all the
composite materials

used in the first
lunar colonies.

Okay, so, what about Maia? Did
you find any photos of her?

No, she was a little
harder to track down.

But I finally found something.

That's Maia's handwriting.

It's a diary from Maia Rutledge

dated April 19th through
September 2nd, 1847.

It was written while she
was part of a waggon train

making its way along
the Oregon Trail.

I'm sorry. She crossed the
Rockies in a covered waggon?

No.

She died of smallpox
in October of '47.

She was 25.

No. I'm sorry, Shawn. It's
not my father's decision.

- It's mine. I won't break up with you.
- It's got nothing to do with your dad.

Not really.

You and I made some decisions,
we did some things.

We did what we wanted to do.

And there's no reason we
can't keep doing that.

We'll be more careful.
My father won't know it.

That's not gonna work.
Not anymore.

Lying to him, going
behind his back?

We've done enough of that.

The truth is, Isabelle, I kind
of took advantage of you.

And I'm really sorry.

You are so sweet the way
you worry about me.

I don't want this
relationship to end.

So it's not going to.

I need to see her.

Please, can you take
me to see my daughter?

Diana, you know it's not
really Maia you'd be seeing.

Oh, I don't care.

Today I found out that my
daughter, who I loved,

was sent back into the past
and died 150 years ago.

I'm sorry, but that's gonna take
me a while to come to terms with.

I just...

Please let me do this.
I need to say goodbye.

Give me your coat.

I'll put some coffee on.

Ready?

Mommy?

Mommy, I'm starving.
Can we have pancakes?

I'll help make them.

Okay.

Well, I'll need the
eggs from the fridge.

And bring me the
big, plastic bowl.

Oh, my God. Alana! Alana! Alana!

Honey, my God, you're bleeding.
You okay?

I think so.

Diana. Diana, can you hear me?

Diana, look at me. What
the hell happened?!

I thought I was bringing us out.

Well, why isn't she awake?

I couldn't hold onto her.
It's as if she pulled away.

Thomas, I think she's still
inside the dream world.

Wait, how can she be
in there without you?

I'm not sure.

When you and I separate,
we let go of the illusion.

But she's not letting go.

Wha...? She's not coming out?

I think she's happy there
with her daughter,

and she has no intention
of ever leaving.

Oh, come on.

At first, I thought she'd suffered some
kind of intracerebral haemorrhage.

But the MRI didn't show any
bleeding in the brain.

So she hasn't
suffered any damage?

Not yet, but the EEG
was very troubling.

Her brain activity is far above
normal and continues to accelerate.

The same is true for her heart rate,
her breathing, her blood pressure.

They're all redlining,
if you will.

Any idea what's causing it?

I really can't say
at the moment.

Her metabolic rate can't stay
at this level for very long.

Eventually her organs will fail.

What, she could die?

Unless we can slow down her rates,
we're looking at a very poor outcome.

Does she have any family?

- Yeah.
- You should call them.

I need to talk to her, Alana.
Can you do that?

Take me to see Diana?

- Push me a little, Mommy.
- Okay, I'm pushing you.

Then make it higher.

Look, not too high.

But that's the whole fun.

She has a point.

I thought I'd be seeing you two.

I didn't hurt you, did I? It felt
a little jarring when you left.

- No, I'm fine.
- You, on the other hand, are not.

Well, that's where you're
wrong, because I feel great.

You're in an ICU, Diana.

I thought I might end up there.

What's my heart rate?
Is it 170? 175?

- Higher.
- That still probably gives me

what, anywhere from three
weeks to two months?

That could be forever in here.

You're talking about suicide.

I appreciate your
concern, Tom, I do.

But really, I'd like
you to leave now.

Both of you.

Listen, Diana, believe...
Don't walk away.

The first time I came to one of these
places, I never wanted to leave.

But I came to realise,
this is not the world.

None of this is real.

Including Maia.

Mommy, push me a little harder.

She's real enough for me.

She's not coming back, is she?

She's going to die in there.

That seems to be her plan.

I can't help but think this is my fault.
I took her there.

No, don't do that to yourself.

You didn't take Maia away.

The people who did that,
they're to blame.

Maybe.

But these people in the future?

They don't seem to care
who they hurt, do they?

No, they don't.

Four o'clock is fast approaching.
Have you come to a decision?

Do I want to get in bed with a
terrorist, or go to war with one?

That does appear to
be the question.

Whatever you decide, you
can count on my support.

Isabelle?

Isabelle?

My relationship with Shawn
has nothing to do with you.

That's not true. I just care
about what happens to you.

You can care about me all you want,
just stay out of my business.

I'm not gonna do that.

Yes, you are.

Isabelle...?

Daddy?

Daddy?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay, move on.

It's all right, baby.

I don't know if you can hear
me, but I've been thinking.

Ever since the 4400 came back, it's
been one sacrifice after another.

You and your daughter.

My son.

It has to stop.

So I have a plan.

I'm not sure it's gonna work.

It might be the stupidest
thing I've ever done.

I kind of wish you
were here to stop me.

But you're not, and I
have to try something.

Maybe this is goodbye,
maybe it isn't.

The job wouldn't have
been any fun without you.

Okay, okay. Okay. This is
gonna work, right? Okay.

It worked, right?

I'm not dead.

Not this time, no.

Next time, you might
not be so fortunate.

The children you took,
Maia and the others.

I want them back.

You were never meant
to remember them.

We went to great lengths to
erase them from your memory,

to spare you any pain.

It didn't work.

It appears we underestimated
the bonds they had forged.

It's called "family." Are you
familiar with the concept?

You had no right to take them,
treat people like that.

Maia was only 25 when she died.

Now, either return the children,

or put that rope back around
my neck, because I'm done.

In that case,

I need to show you something.

They're alive.

You forced us to go back,
extract them from the timeline.

But returning them to
you would be a mistake.

For our time, and for yours.

The 4400 were an experiment
we always knew might fail.

There were so many variables.

It was impossible to
predict them all.

So you're telling me
everything you've done...

Taking the 4400, sending them back.
It hasn't changed anything?

The catastrophe's still coming?

Our enemies are more
resourceful than we imagined.

Enemies?

There are those among us who would
prefer history to remain unchanged.

That the 4400 fail
in their mission.

You mean they want
humanity to die out?

They are convinced that
they will survive.

Not only survive, but
benefit from the chaos.

If you think we are heartless,

I assure you that the other side
is unimaginably more brutal.

And they've let loose a
terrible evil into your time.

Sending these children further
back into the timeline

was an attempt to
combat that evil.

If we return them to you,

all the good that they have done
in the past will be negated.

The 4400 and everything that
they were meant to achieve

will be in jeopardy.

This evil, there has to be some
other way to deal with it.

There is.

You. You are the other way.

It's a burden that we had
hoped not to place on you.

If you return Maia and the others,
I'll do whatever you want.

What we want, you may
not be willing to give.

Do we have a deal or not?

We do. But it's a deal I'm
afraid you'll come to regret.

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anyone here?

Maia?

- Tom!
- Maia! Maia!

It's okay. He works with my mom.

- We were kidnapped!
- Where's Sara?

- Did you catch her?
- Can we go home now?

Yes. Yes, you guys.

- Where's my mom?
- You're all going home.

It's over. You're all safe now.

Is my mom here?

She's not here, but I'll
take you to her, okay?

Hello.

Has he arrived yet?

Then he's made my choice for me.

Where are you hiding? Come on!

I know you're watching me.
I know you're listening.

Where are you?

I found you. I found your bug.

I found your stupid little bug.

Okay, sweetie, lights out.

But it's still early.

It's 9:30, and
it's time for bed.

Okay, but first I need you
to do something for me.

- Maia, no stalling.
- Mommy, please. It won't take long.

All you have to do
is shut your eyes.

All right. Okay. Well, they're shut.
Now what?

Maia?

I'm here, Mommy. You can
open your eyes now.

Mommy?

Wake up.

It's okay.

I'm back.

Everything's fine.

But you have to wake up.

Mommy, please.

Wake up. Please.

Maia? Maia?