All language subtitles for The Feed 2019 - 1x06 - Episode 6_track2_[eng]

ANNOUNCER:
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♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

(gasps)

(woman grunts)

(pained grunting)

(spasmodic breaths)

MEREDITH:
Rise and shine, Lawrence.

Ah, for God's sake, Meredith.

Time to start repairing
the damage you've caused.

Right, well,
get me put back on Feed.

Meredith.

You'll get your access back
pending a review.

Until then,
your Feed is blocked.

Oh, fuck their review.
Sue Cole's in over her head.

Who's the Frenchman?

Who's the French fucker
in Sara's mundles?

You don't know.

Nobody does.

Somebody should.

Only I want to,
so how can I find the answer?

Meredith, get me back on!

I don't have anything.

What am I supposed to do?

What if I fall
down the fucking stairs?

How will I call for help?

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(reporters shouting questions)

(muffled shouts)

CLAIRE:
Mrs. Hatfield!

Is Mr. Hatfield going
to make a statement?

WOMAN: Have you spoken
to the prime minister yet?

Are you gonna step down,
Mrs. Hatfield?

Have you spoken
to the Prime Minis...

(reporters continue shouting)

MAN:
She's a liar! A criminal!

(groans softly)

Ugh.

(takes deep breath)

-(gasps)
-Stay off.

Now, me and Max here,
we have a deal.

He turns on his Feed,

you die.

-You turn on your Feed...
-(breath trembling)

...you die.

Either way, you die.
You understand?

(quietly):
Yes.

Up.

Ow! Ah.

-Steady.
-At least let her

just put something on.

Of course.

(Evelyn panting)

No. Dress like
you're going to work.

(breath trembling)

(bird chirping)

(vehicle approaching)

What the fuck?

Officers.

Step out of the vehicle, please.

Why?

Step out of the vehicle, please.

Look, I'm here
on behalf of the Hatfields.

If there's a problem,
you can tell me.

We're not at liberty to say.

Is this about Mr. Hatfield?

Is Mrs. Hatfield okay?

-It's not about that.
-GIL: I'm wearing a gun...

You're wanted for questioning.

Why?

What's going on?

(groans)

(car doors close)

VOICES ON FEED:
-Is Tom cut off now?
-Fucking Hatfields!

(other voices overlapping)

I've never been so popular.

Just stay off for a bit.

Things will calm down.

-It'll be better in America.
-(sighs): Yes.

You are gonna love the lake.

Lots of paths
to break your board in.

Smash up that cute little face.

Actually,
that could be quite good,

because that way
people won't recognize me.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

We could change our names.

Do I look like an Isabella?

-Mm...
-Maybe an heiress

whose mother mysteriously
fell off a yacht.

-I pushed her off.
-What? (laughs)

Yes. I pushed your mum
off a boat.

Oh. The things
you wouldn't do for love.

(chuckles):
Yeah.

I'm moving to Michigan for it.

God, I miss this.

It'll be better in America.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, we've got to be
at the airport for 2:00.

Yeah. I'll be quick.

-Hey.
-Mm?

You did the right thing.

I know it was hard...

but you did.

At least the world knows
what he is.

(softly):
Yeah.

I'll see you at Evelyn's.

Airport at 2:00.

(door opens)

♪ ♪

(electronic squeaking)

(crackling, whirring)

DANNY:
Whoa-hoa!

-TOM: All right, all right.
-DANNY: Whoa! Slow.

-Slow. Slow.
-Here we go.
What do you mean, slow?

I've barely pulled you
two inches here.

Ha-ha! That's what he said.

-TOM: Don't be a wuss.
-DANNY: Hey, man,

I've got to take care
of this beautiful mug.

I'm a strapping single lad.

-You want to talk about it?
-Not with you.

-You're leaving me.
-We can still chat.

-How, if you ain't on?
-TOM: Well, we can write.

-You heard of a pen?
-What the hell is that?

Hey, bro,
you got to teach me that.

-All right.
-Hey, hey!

You should probably learn
to stand on it first.

(laughs)
You're the coldest bruv I know.

Striking people out,
left, right and...

Sorry, I... I-I didn't
mean nothing, all right?

I know, I know. It's fine.

You talk to your dad since?

(sighs):
Yeah, once.

It didn't go well.

What?

I'm just surprised, that's all.

I mean, if I said something
like that to my mum,

ooh-wee, I'd be six feet deep,
crying from a coffin.

"Come on, Mum, please.
I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry I'm a piece of shit.

I'm choking on my farts
down here!" (coughing)

Yeah. Get on your board.
Come on.

-Hey, man. You asked.
-(scoffs)

All right.

Here you go.
You're on your own, baby.

Hey! Whoo-whoo! Whoo...

You should probably go
and get that.

TOM:
Kate.

Look, I'm-I'm really sorry.

I'm gonna be late.
I can't leave

without saying something
to my mum and Ben. I can't.

KATE:
You said you'd be an hour.

TOM:
We have time.

KATE:
Fine.

I'll see you at Evie's.

(electronic beep)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Meredith.

This is Gwen Ashe.
She'll be replacing Gil Tomine

as your security
for the time being.

We've replaced
the rest of Gil's team as well.

That team was vetted.

So was Gil.

And yet we found him
with this highly illegal app.

Your top security aid is here
for questioning.

Whatever those takers are,
they're targeting you.

WOMAN (in distance):
Get off me!

Get yourselves off!

Get off me!
You're hurting me!

You're hurting me!

Get off me!

(ICSA officer shouting
indistinctly)

(both shouting)

(woman shouting
in foreign language)

SUE:
We've got almost all of them.

Haiti and Oxford
are still trying

to track down the last two.

The others are either
en route here

or being brought
to their local hubs.

We've confirmed they were all
taken in their sleep.

The public aren't
questioning anything yet.

They think they're either
Resisters or hackers.

But if this keeps happening,
we'll have a shitstorm.

We need to review suspects.

You must know more
than you think you do.

Look, I've told you,
we don't know who's doing this.

Maybe he does.

♪ ♪

-(knocking)
-(Bea coos)

KATE:
Hey.

JANE:
Spent all morning

at the processing center
giving them hell.

Tia will be released today.

Jane, you're a badass.

Thank your mother-in-law,
actually.

She made good on their promise.

Grief is a powerful drug.

She's not completely
a terrible person.

Just... complicated.

You sure you're okay
to take Bea today?

-Of course. We're pals now.
-I just don't feel comfortable

leaving her
with anyone else, you know?

My botched Feed
comes in handy, after all.

I'll only be a few hours.

I'm gonna check on Evie and Max,

and then I'll meet you
at the airport?

-Take your time. We'll be fine.
-(Bea cooing)

Hey. Bye, baby.

I was just...

You know, I-I came by to...

...I don't know,
just to say good-bye, I guess.

I'm sorry, Tom.

So am I.

I didn't realize you'd be
saddled with everything.

I don't think I actually
realized what would happen.

We should have told you.

If we had, if we'd...

told you it was genetic...

would you have had Bea?

No.

But I wouldn't give her back
for anything,

and I would do anything
to protect her.

That's why I don't understand
why you've done

what you've done to me, to Ben.

Ben is fine.

He didn't get your Feed.

I know why
he didn't get my Feed.

Dad told me.

You have to tell him.

(sighs)

It would destroy him.

He's gonna find out.

Mum?

I have to go.

More takers have come through.

What? How many?

30.

We're bringing the ones
we know about in for treatment.

That's... it?

What else can I do, Tom?

(whooshing, whirring)

(woman speaking French)

(woman speaking French stops)

(man speaking French)

(loud warbling, whirring)

Fuck!

You've got balls,
I'll give you that.

Showing your face here
after what you did.

Kate and I are gonna stay
with her family for a bit.

I wanted to...
see you before I left.

Pull the detonator,
run from the blast.

We've been planning to go
for a while now, Ben. I...

I'm sorry...
it came like this.

I'd like to leave on good terms.

We haven't been
on good terms for years.

-Just go.
-No.

We used to be.

You were Belle to my Ariel.

We're not friends, Tom.

You went away, and you became...

whoever this is.

Getting some distance from Dad--

it helped me
figure some things out.

I think you should try the same.

You are the last person
I would ever take advice from.

-He needs me now.
-No.

He doesn't, Ben. He doesn't
care. That's the problem.

That's always been the problem.

I didn't mean you...

Get out.

You just destroyed our father.

For revenge.

-Revenge?
-Do you think I have anything
to say to you?

Get the fuck out, Tom!

I didn't do it
because of revenge, Ben.

-Right. Sure.
-I did this

-because he's out of control.
-Uh-huh.

He needs someone monitoring him,

making sure
that no one else gets hurt,

making sure he actually figures
out what happened to Max.

He can't do this alone.

Well, now...
he can't do it at all.

(laughs softly)

Have a nice flight.

(birds singing)

Ev?

(door knocker clanking)

Evie? Max? You home?

(loud, rattled breathing)

(door knocker clanks)

Ev?

(door knocker
clanks loudly and rapidly)

Ev?

(door knob turning)

(door squeaks open)

(panting softly)

(door creaks shut)

Ev?

I've let myself in, and...
(sighs)

I'm sorry,
but you've not been on,

and I'm starting to get worried.

Evie?

(sighs)

(floorboard creaking)

(floorboard creaks)

(door opens)

(floorboards creaking)

(breathing loudly)

(sighs)

They're gone.

(horn honking)

EVELYN:
How do you expect us

to get into the Hub?

That's not the issue.

It's how you're gonna get me
past level nine security.

-What's that?
-EVELYN: It's where

Meredith
and Lawrence's offices are.

-(gasps) Aah.
-MAX: You don't have

to hold the knife so close.
We're not gonna go on.

(scoffs)
You have too much sympathy.

Who are you?

Oh, thank you for asking,
Evelyn.

I used to be an accountant

before I got made redundant.

I couldn't take sitting around

every week, collecting a BLI,

-nothing to do.
-(groans softly)

What other skills did I have?

But now?

Now's a different story.

Now I know all kinds of things,

like if I push the knife
through your rib cage...

-(groaning)
-...I'll puncture your lung.

You'll get something called
tension pneumothorax.

You'll slowly suffocate.

And every breath you take
will only make it worse.

See, I know these things now.

But then?

Nah, then,
I was just a stupid cunt.

So I killed myself.

(Evelyn wheezes, gasps)

You think I don't see you
playing eye footsie?

The car so much as hits
a speed bump, she'll be sushi.

Um... where was I?

Um, you t-t-tried
to kill yourself.

Oh, right. I'm dead.

You're a fucking psychopath
is what you are.

-Max!
-No. It's okay, Evelyn.

He's right.

(breath trembling)

So how long have you had
the app?

As long as whoever put it there
put it there.

SUE: It's not easy to get.
You have to go down

some pretty shady back alleys
of the dark Net

for that kind
of twisted material.

That alone is illegal.
Not to mention

it's in direct breach
of the government contract

employees have to sign
to work here.

So you're looking
for someone stupid

and driven.
-SUE: You know

it's been leaking information
to the Resisters?

To whomever else bought
the info, as well, I'd imagine.

That's...
that's what those apps do.

So why did you download it?

I didn't.

You've got the wrong guy.

How long have you worked
for the Hatfields?

I reckon you know that already.

Grunt to grunt.
Don't be a shit.

Near 15 years.

SUE:
But you've known them for--

-GIL: Near 20.
-SUE: How?

Mr. and Mrs. Hatfield gave
a scholarship to my boy's home.

I won it.

They took an interest in me
after that,

looked out for me.

SUE:
And this is how you repay them?

Did you resent them?

All that money.

Two perfect little boys,
not a want in the world.

And then there was you.

You've got the wrong guy.

(footsteps approaching,
door creaks open)

(door closes)

It's like talking to Parliament.

I'm getting nowhere.

Well, the guilty ones
always deny it.

MEREDITH:
So do the innocent.

I've never known Gil to lie.

BEN:
No.

He just omits truths.

He downloaded an illegal app
and leaked information.

Do you really believe him
over the evidence?

I know he would never betray us.

(soft chuckle)

So you know
about him and Miyu, do you?

Look, if he's twisted enough
to shag her behind our backs,

what else is he capable of?

I know he's your pet project,

but he's not some noble man.

He's always wanted more.

You know him better than I do.

If Gil says
he didn't do it, he didn't.

(scoffs)

Start looking
for the person who did!

Mum...

(sighs)

(birds singing)

(door whirs open)

(door whirs shut)

Dad?

(clicking)

(knocking)

You didn't hear me?

What are you doing here?

I...

I was hoping to talk to you.

Actually,

you can be of some...

use.
Sit down.

What are you doing?

I need to use your Feed.
Sit down.

What? Why?

I think I know
who the Frenchman was.

-No. Dad...
-I need my files.

Hold still.

All right, now go on.

No.

Ben...

go on.

(whirring, warbling)

R-Rust and star-tar-tar-dust,
baby-y.

(giggling)

(giggling)

What the hell is that?

That...

-That's...
-(giggling)

...what I wanted to talk
to you about.

-Quiet.
-Eric?

Eric, we, uh,

uh, we have, uh...
we have your ring.

-Tom?
-What?

-Are you okay?
-Hey.

Yeah.

Just Lara and-and Eric-- they...

they want us to swing by
and check on the place.

They left kind of last-minute.

They left this behind, actually.

They didn't have time
to set the locks.

-How long they plan to be gone?
-A few days.

They took the dog?
-Uh-huh.

First time that thing's
been quiet in years.

-(trilling)
-Well, leave the chain,

water the plants
and show yourselves out?

Okay.

-KATE: Thank you.
-(distant shouts of children)

TOM (quietly):
Come on.

Hello?

Hello?

We just knocked
for five minutes.

Yeah, I know.

Look, I-I-I just...

I-I missed her.

I tried to make it work,
but she didn't...

She wouldn't listen to me.

So you downloaded an app that's
a known risk to our company

so you can vicariously fuck
a teenager?

What? No. I was just playing
around with it.

I'm not some pedo.

You weakened our server.

I know.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It was a mistake.

Please.

Please, delete her.

I-I tried to do it myself
but she...

she... corrupted.

I can't get rid of her.

Every time I go on, she's there.

And Sue Cole is looking through
our Feeds.

She's gonna find it.

Good. Let her.

You know what,
don't judge me.

Don't pretend that you haven't
used the Feed

for your own perversions, too.

Tinkering and experimenting

and playing around
in people's lives.

You created a system that's
literally killing people.

So what you've done
is a hell of a lot worse.

A-And what are you doing
about it, by the way?

Fucking about up here trying
to pin it on the Resisters.

That's why Tom did what he did.

That's why he hates you.

I'm not a bad person, Dad.

I'm still your son.
I'm still me.

But you wouldn't know
who that is

because you've never bothered
to find out, have you?

You haven't earned your
self-righteous judgment.

You're not my son.

You haven't earned my name.

(scoffs) That's nice.

Classy.

Father of the Year,
ladies and gentlemen.

(footsteps retreating)

(sighs) Wait!

I still need your Feed.

(laughs)

I'd have done anything for you.

Ben!

(door slams)

Ben!

(reporters clamoring)

VR MIYU:
You need to relax, Ben.

(giggling)

We never play anymore.
(giggles)

BEN:
Pull Miyu Hatfield in.

FEED VOICE:
Your access to Lawrence
Hatfield's files

is currently denied.

(sighs)

Are you sure this is
the right guy?

I only found one couple
in London who got married

on Christmas day with the same
initials on the ring.

I mean, this has gotta be them,
right?

Have you ever heard Max
or Evelyn mention their names?

Either one?

No.

-We shouldn't be here, Tom.
-There was blood on the carpet,

Kate, okay, and this guy's Feed
has been off for days.

Why? Huh?

Why?

Well, then, we should try
the police again.

They said it hasn't been
long enough.

It's only been a few hours.

A ring and a stain is not enough
to get them out here.

So we're just breaking into
a stranger's house?

If you want to go, go.

I'm gonna try the Hub again.

They're probably there
getting Max checked.

(sighs)

TOM:
Nothing?

Come on. Let's have a look
around and see what we find.

-Is this about leaving?
-What?

Do you not want to go?

-You know I do.
-No, I don't.

-You're doing everything
possible to avoid it.
-Kate.

No, that's not true.

What?

(exhales)

I just, I-I'm... I keep...

I don't know if I did
the right thing. Okay?

I thought I was saving people
from him,

and now he's fired,
my mum is drowning,

and Ben is staring down
the barrel of a DNA gun.

I just... I'm not sure if it's
the right time to go.

No. No, no. Your parents
brought this on themselves.

Look, we-we find Max and Evie

and then we go to the airport,
okay?

All right. Okay.

I'm... Let's just look around
for a bit.

And then we go.

Right.

(exhales)

♪ ♪

(indistinct shouting nearby)

(clamoring)

LAWRENCE:
Shh. Thank you.

Credentials.

You're to tell me your name

and who you're representing,
you first.

Chris Monkwell.
Morning Courier.

Amber Wallerton.
Press Daily.

Claire Leabridge.
National Reporter.

You spray live, that's the deal.

-Let her in. Thank you.
-(indistinct shouting)

Mr. Hatfield! You've still
given us no answers.

-Mr. Hatfield, don't walk away!
-(overlapping shouting)

(reporters clamoring)

WOMAN:
What are you doing?!

You're hurting me!

(continues shouting
indistinctly)

Mrs. Hatfield, are we...?

Um... some people are starting
to ask about this treatment.

Why we have to go through
the transmitter.

Irreparable brain trauma

-caused damage to their Feed.
-(woman shouting indistinctly)

Direct access to the transmitter
is required

to restore their essence.

(woman and officers
shouting indistinctly)

You want to send
that mother home

to her son, don't you, Natalie?

Yes, Mrs. Hatfield.

Then that's what
you tell people.

WOMAN:
No!

-OFFICER: Quiet.
-WOMAN: Get off me!

(woman screaming, crying)

I don't quite know where
to start.

Well, don't make me regret
choosing you.

Why am I here?

Why are you doing this?

You don't do many interviews.

Damage control.

Now, ask me something
you really want to know.

And spray it live,
as per our agreement.

Why do you think
you're better than me?

Than everyone?

Well, there you go.

I think that because I am.

I am what is known
as "neurally efficient."

My brain displays less
metabolic activity

than the average human,
such as yourself or Sue Cole.

But I simply, scientifically,

function at a higher level.

So you're the smartest man
in the world?

No, I didn't say that.

I said I'm smarter than you.

There are about 200 people

worldwide who function
at my level.

We all know each other,
for the most part.

Do you all collude
to manipulate our lives?

Yes. In a way, we do;
if we didn't, you'd all die.

Now, I know that
that sounds like hyperbole

to someone like you,
but the fact is,

the human race was not built
to withstand itself.

Sanitation, vaccines, penicillin
and so on and so forth,

these are all the inventions
of single individuals

and the rest of humanity
are merely beneficiaries.

Oh, you're our heroes, then?

Most of us are trying to help.

CLAIRE:
What about the rest?

Pray they don't win.

Is that why you've enabled
people without their consent?

To win?

Public alarmism obscures
the expansive benefits

of the Feed and is
fundamentally misplaced.

Public alarmism keeps men
with your egos in check.

Just because your brain

may work more efficiently
than others,

it doesn't mean that you know
what's best for everyone.

Well, that's what you'd all like
to believe, but realistically,

while you're looking at one,
two, maybe even as many as,

I don't know,
seven different scenarios,

I'm looking at thousands.

I'm seeing the past,
the present,

the future all at once.

Now that's not ego,
that's just a fact.

You think you know the future?

Care to share it
with the rest of us?

No.

Attempts to edit me out
of the equation are detrimental

to the human race
and to the Feed as it stands.

If you want to know
what I know,

if you want to save yourself,

if we all want
to save ourselves,

then I need
to be brought back in.

You're angling
for reinstatement.

This is a threat.

No. It's not a threat.

It's an offer.

Are you smart enough
to accept it?

Your son saw you as a menace.

Does that make him as dumb
as the rest of us?

I've said everything
I've got to say, thank you.

You can go now.

What was that?

What does he know?

-More than we do.
-I'm bringing him in.

He's making us look like fools.

We need to control him.

Tom?

Tom, come here.

♪ ♪

What is that smell?

(screams)

Oh, fuck.

He works at the Hub.

What?

Come on.

-What do you want me to do?
-(Evelyn gasps)

Stay off. Both of you.

(breathing heavily)

FEED VOICE:
Max Welbourne, visitor, clear.

Evelyn Kearn.

Employee. Clear.

Eric Bell. Employee. Clear.

We're coworkers.

(breath trembling)

What now?

(Evelyn gasps)

Shut up and park.

(piano playing)

(helicopter blades whirring)

MEREDITH:
Ben?

Ben?

Natalie has prepared our
three patients for treatment.

Can you oversee?

I'm nothing
if not your loyal servant.

I've just got
to do something first.

Thanks.

What the hell, Ben?

I'm forced to come here
in the middle

-of treating a patient, but...
-I have some bad news.

-You might want to sit down.
-What do you want?

Okay, what I'm about to tell you

is purely
for your own protection.

-I'm concerned for you.
-Is this about Gil?

Why can't I reach him, Ben?

-Is he okay?
-Believe me,

I hate to be telling you this,

but I just felt
that you should know.

Maybe just get
to the fucking point.

Some...

questionable information
surfaced

when the company ran a scan
of Gil's Feed.

If this is your way of making up
shit just to be fun...

It isn't, Miyu.

MIYU:
What the fuck is this?

He created a version of you

that he could do anything to.

He made you his whore.

His mute fantasy.

He wouldn't do that.

I wish I was making this up,

but even I couldn't think
of something this repulsive.

(exhales)

He tried to delete the app

when he found out about
the company's sweep, but...

it's corrupted.

It resulted in this.

You're wanted
for questioning, Miyu.

Look after your mother for me.

GIL:
Miyu.

Miyu?

Security says Eric Bell was
on the grounds. At least he was.

They can't find him anywhere,
and they can't access his Feed.

Well, then, where's Gil?

-Who's in charge if he isn't?
-I don't know.

I can only get on with
this-this security guy, Bruce.

He won't put me on to anyone.

This is crazy.
So, my mum's not answering.

Ben, either.
Where the fuck are they?

Who's at the Hub?

Breathe.

(gasps)

(exhales)

(monitor beeping steadily)

(computer trilling)

FEED VOICE:
Upload of SAVEYOU initiated.

So start talking.

Get me back on, and I will.

-You'd rather be right
than righteous.
-No, no, no, no.

I'd rather be right than wrong.

People's lives hang
in the balance.

Yeah.

I've got 30 of them locked up,

confused and wanting answers.

Do you even know anything?

Well, I need access to my files
so I can work out

how a dead man's mundles
ended up in Sara Hoyt's head.

I've got my people on that.

You won't find anything.

Yes.

His name was Francois Thomas.

What at first looked like
a car accident

was in fact the result
of a spasm

caused by a brain tumor.

So I looked into his treatment
for the tumor,

and much of it
happened right here.

-What does that mean?
Did you know him?
-Possibly.

Could mean any number of things.

That's what
I'm trying to find out.

I can't let you on, Lawrence.
I can't trust you.

Then we're at an impasse.

Let us have access
to your files,

and I'll put you back on.

Well, that would be like me
handing you my brain on a plate.

That is the only way
to resolve this.

I don't actually need your help.

I've come this far without it.

Don't you dare walk out of here.

You've done so well, Evelyn.

Just two more doors,
and you can go.

You can't just walk out of here.
You are within my jurisdiction.

What are you going to do,
arrest me?

I will if I have to.

You're the one impeding
an investigation.

-Where's Evelyn?
-Lawrence, stop it.

Or Natalie or Shawn

or any fucking coder will do.

No, no, no, no, no. You should
think very carefully about what

-you're about to do.
-MEREDITH: Sue, this is absurd.

SUE:
He is negligently withholding
evidence, Meredith.

I'm within my bounds.

(elevator chimes)

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, thank God.

Why haven't you been answering?

-LAWRENCE: I'm being arrested.
-SUE: You're perverting

-the course of justice.
-Can you just give us a moment?

SUE:
He's had enough allowances.

We're going to take him
into our custody.

TOM:
Is this really necessary?

SUE:
Until we have
a clear understanding

of the effect
of his actions, yes.

Where's Ben?

-Overseeing patients.
-We should go.

SUE:
You're not going anywhere.

Lawrence!

Tom! Look out!

Run! Look out!

-(bystanders scream)
-Tom!

Tom, are you okay?

Tom. Tom, are you okay?

(indistinct chatter)

He's dead.

I killed him.

Who is he?

Eric Bell.

We think he was taken. I mean...

he killed his wife.

He-he wrote Noah Arnold Moore
everywhere.

We looked it up, but...

But Noah Arnold Moore is dead.

KATE:
Go to his house. His...

his wife is...

Let me see.

Are you okay?

Yeah?

You could have got yourself
killed calling out like that.

Yeah, but I didn't.

You're shaking.

Yeah, it's been a day.

Could use a drink.

I love you.

You really do, don't you?

Oy, she needs help.
She's been hurt.

You all right?

NATALIE:
SAVEYOU.

It's not working.

What?

Whatever's in there
just absorbed the content.

Just ate it.

FEED VOICE:
Warning. Corruption.

Warning. Corruption.

Warning. Corruption.

If Noah Arnold Moore is dead

and Francois Thomas is dead,

then they're all dead.

Who are these people, Lawrence?

These takers, they're ghosts.

Meredith, it was me.

This is all my... (grunting)

-Lawrence. No!
-(bystanders screaming)

Help! Somebody, please!

(gunshot)

Help!

Somebody help, please!

TOM:
Dad?

(breathing raggedly)

Tom. Tom.

Hawking...

Seven.

(sobbing)

Lawrence.

No!

This is Claire Leabridge
reporting live

from the Hub, where Lawrence
Hatfield has just been attacked

-and stabbed several times.
-(overlapping chatter)

I repeat, Lawrence Hatfield
has just been stabbed.

What?

What is it?

What are you seeing?

What--

(Bea fusses softly)

What do you see?