All language subtitles for The 4400 Kopi

The world will have
to deal with us.

Previously on The 4400:

Say hello to the
new head of NTAC.

- Meghan Doyle.
- Hi.

News isn't good. Your
father's had a relapse.

I think it's time we start preparing
ourselves for the inevitable.

- Who's Cassie?
- I'm not what you'd call real.

I'm Kyle's ability.

A messiah who rises from the dead,
who passes on a sacred elixir.

The healer, who lays his
hands upon the sick.

And don't forget about the shaman.
The shaman is you, Kyle.

- Of course, Heather Tobey.
- I teach at the school now.

Found a place where they won't run me
out on the rails for being a 4400.

Whatever you were given to
take away your abilities,

it induced a permanent
allergy to promicin.

You will never get your
abilities back, Ms. Tyler.

Does that mean I'm
getting out of here?

- One of the names was April Skouris.
- My sister took the shot?

- You're going back to Seattle.
- I was thinking about

asking for temporary
reinstatement.

- She's never coming back here.
- This is my sister.

I'll do whatever it takes.

At first, my story
may sound familiar.

It's all about a life
lived on the surface.

Careless youth that believes
it will last forever.

I'll get that.

You must have broken a lot of
hearts back then, Ms. Parker.

St. Tropez. August 1955.

The owner of that yacht
proposed to me, you know.

- I turned him down.
- You turned them all down.

Are you ready for
your morphine shot?

Your dinner's in the fridge

and I prepared you
another dose of morphine

if the pain in your
hands gets bad again.

Mom, you said we were only
gonna be here for 15 minutes.

- I'm late for my shift.
- I'll be done in a minute, Lucas.

You wanted me to take this job,
so if they fire me it's on you.

Can I get you anything else?

- Would you mind?
- Oh, of course not.

In the end, all I was left
with were frivolous memories

and no one to share them with.

Here you go.

So beautiful.

Life had become nothing but a
tedious string of pointless days.

Until I decided to do
something about it.

I took that shot Promicin.

And it changed everything.

My soul, my consciousness,
whatever you'd like to call it,

can leave my body.

I can leave my body.

And I can be young again.

You can't see me or
hear me, but I'm there.

In the blink of an eye,

I can go wherever I want,
see anything or anybody.

Like a young woman about to
realise how gifted she really is.

There you are. Vanessa,
you've gotta get out there.

Everyone wants to
meet the artist.

What if they hate it?
What if they hate me?

You're kidding, right?

You've already sold five paintings.
You're a hit.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Vanessa Martin.

This ability of mine has truly
changed my life for the better.

I feel more free and more
connected to the world around me.

To other people.

I get to be a fly on the wall.

And I get to see the side of people
that they try to hide from the world.

Yes, I am Vanessa's agent.

I don't mean to take credit.
I mean, she's the artist.

But I really helped
her get out there.

Maybe I can help you.

I'd love to see your work
especially in the news.

I thought my story
was going to end

with me withering into bitter
regret and desperation.

Instead, life has handed
me another chance.

And I intend to make
the most of it.

Taking the shot has given
me a new will to live.

A gift that allows me
to do and feel things

that no one else on Earth
has experienced before.

Yet all you hear is the
government saying-

"-how bad promicin is. How no
one should take the shot."

If you're reading this, you should
know, it hasn't been bad for me.

"For me, it changed everything.
Maybe it could for you too."

That's the last entry. Whoever's writing
this, posts the blog anonymously.

We take it down, it
goes up someplace else.

I have to admit,
it's well-written.

If I were on the fence and I read
this, I might take the shot.

Well, that's exactly why this journal
is making people in D.C. nervous.

The author doesn't
sound like a radical.

She sounds like somebodys aunt.

If your aunt's to take a chance on
getting an ability, why shouldn't you?

Assuming the woman is telling the
truth about what she can do,

I mean, okay, it might be irresponsible
that she's writing about it

but it's not a threat. Isn't
that what we do here?

We track down threats. We're
not the thought police.

Taking promicin is illegal, not
to mention potentially fatal.

If that blog inspires 20 people to take
promicin, ten of them are going to die.

Don't forget about the
ones who survive.

Do you really think they'll
all be lovely people too?

Do you think their abilities
will be as benign as hers?

This woman has to be stopped.

And we can find out exactly
what her intentions were,

just as soon as you find her.
Bring her in.

I'll go put on the riot gear.
Tom, get the tear gas.

The public library. A hotbed
for treasonous activity.

Be careful what you say, Tom. How do
we know they're not all in on it?

Excuse me.

Tom Baldwin. This is my
partner, Diana Skouris.

- We're from NTAC.
- NTAC? How can I help you?

Someone's been uploading
material to the Internet

from an IP address
inside this library.

The branch manager told us

that you were the volunteer decent
in charge of the computers here.

Well, that's right.

Well, the poet we're interested
in went up about 11:15 yesterday.

Is there some way
we could track down

who was using the
computers at that time?

Do you have a warrant of some kind?
Or did you just bring your badge?

No warrant. Yet.

We were hoping you'd
wanna cooperate.

This is part of an important
investigation, Miss...

Parker.

And if I didn't think it would
make trouble for this library,

I wouldn't give you
anything at all.

Whatever happened to
people's right to privacy?

I appreciate how you
feel, Miss Parker.

But we're trying to
keep people safe.

- That's all.
- There.

Names, login times, member ID numbers.
Happy hunting.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

"The man who trades
freedom for security

does not deserve, nor
will he receive either."

Benjamin Franklin.

At least you're an
educated tyrant.

Thanks again.

James is doing very well so far.

If he sticks with the
programme for ten weeks,

I'm sure his concentration
will improve.

Thank you.

Heather.

Shawn Farrell.

There's not much to tell.

After the 4400 Center shut down,
the only work I could get

was volunteering at the child
development clinic here.

It's okay. It fills the days.
But if I use my ability,

if I draw out whatever talent
these kids have, I go to jail.

- It's crazy.
- I know.

Jordan put the shot out.
Now we're all a threat.

Since I woke up in the
hospital I've been thinking,

what are the 4400
supposed to do now?

Join the revolution?

It's that or will we just pretend we're
no different than the rest of the world.

That's the times we
live in, I guess.

No, see, I can't accept that.

I've been thinking of starting
my healing foundation.

Maybe even reopening the Center.

I'll be putting my own money
up to get things started.

Someone has to show
people that we can...

We can do good.
That we are good.

Heather, I can heal people
and you make kids better.

You give them a talent.
You change their lives.

There's nothing wrong
with any of it.

If you become a
public figure again,

the government is
going to come on you.

- Maybe.
- They'll have to.

Maybe. I was just-

I was hoping I wouldn't
be doing it alone.

Hi, Kyle.

Sorry. Didn't mean
to startle you.

What are you doing here?

What are you?

Look, I know you're not real, but
are you part of my thoughts?

Just think of me as your guide.

Now I need you to go back to
that house on Barclay Court.

- To the book.
- Why? I've already read it.

It said Jordan Collier is
supposed to be God's messenger.

I'm some kind of shaman.
It's nuts.

You've read the book, but
you don't believe it yet.

To do that you have to study it,

own it.

All right, let me ask.

What if I don't listen to you?
You just keep showing up?

Kyle. You took that
shot for a reason.

You wanted something to happen.

Well, I'm what happened.

I'm your ability. And I'm
telling you, get that book.

It's gonna change everything.

Philip Delacroix.

- I've been hoping to speak to you.
- Do I know you?

No. But we've both taken an
interest in the same person.

Vanessa Martin. She's a very
talented artist, don't you think?

Of course.

Delacroix. Delacroix?

That's a good choice
for an agent's name.

It has a nice exotic ring to it.

Do you think that Vanessa
might find it interesting

if I tell her that your
real name is Philip Wilson?

That you pretended to be a real
estate agent in Arlington, Texas,

and talked old couples out
of their retirement savings?

That you have an outstanding
warrant for your arrest there

and in Florida as well?

I think she'd say you're crazy.

- Vanessa trusts me.
- Oh, of course she does.

But that's your game, isn't it?

Now, what were you going to do?

Convince her to let
you handle her money

and then pull up stakes when
you felt you'd bled her dry?

Who are you?

I am someone who wants to
protect Vanessa's future.

Oh, when I was her age, I
was interested in art too.

But I didn't have
Vanessa's gifts.

So I intend

to make sure that she has a
chance to make the most of it.

To do that, she has
to be free of you.

So you have a choice, Mr.
Wilson.

Leave Vanessa alone and drive
away from Seattle forever.

Or stay and I'll report
you to the police.

Hey, we interviewed everyone
from that computer log today.

We're waiting for the results
of the promicin tests,

but I don't think
that any of them

are the blogger.

We'll review the journals in the
morning, see what shakes loose.

Hey,

is everything all right?

Yes, fine. Thanks
for the update.

Yeah.

Actually,

everything's not okay.

I me home from graduate school
for Christmas one year.

I knew right away there was
something wrong with my dad.

He had these tremors.

Weird tics.

He was diagnosed with Huntington's
disease about a month later.

I'm sorry. That's awful.

That was more than a decade ago.

His doctor just told me
he has pneumonia again.

Who knows if he'll be
able to fight it off.

I called D.C. this morning.

I asked them if maybe...

If I can convince your
nephew Shawn to see him,

maybe he could heal my father.

Shawn's a generous guy.
I'm sure he'll do it.

They said no.

As the head of NTAC, I
have to set an example.

I can't benefit personally from the
application of a 4400 ability.

My dad's been dying
for ten years.

There is no cure
for Huntington's.

And then I met your nephew.

If you want me to talk
to Shawn, I will.

Okay?

Thank you. But I don't know
if I can ask you to do that.

I took this post

because it seemed like the most
important thing I could do.

I knew there'd be sacrifices.

But I never thought my
bosses would tell me

that if I wanna keep my job,
I have to let my father die.

- Hi there. Surprise.
- Ben, oh, my God.

It's great to see you.
It's so great to see you.

Maia is asleep in her room.

- How did you get here?
- Well, we hopped a flight.

Maia wanted to
stay up and say hi

but she was out cold by the
time the cab dropped us off.

I had no idea you were coming.

Well, the lease in San
Sebastian was up.

Obviously it's gonna take a lot longer
to find April than you thought-

No, it's been slow going.

I've been interviewing people, making
phone calls. No one has seen her.

Well, I am not going to add
any more pressure to you,

but me and Maia missed you very
much, so we figured... surprise.

Well,

it worked. I'm surprised.

Diana,

you have gotten involved
with a very spontaneous guy.

Reap the whirlwind.

It's great to see you. Don't
get me wrong. I just-

I was kind of hoping that this
was only gonna be a short trip.

Having you over there meant I
had something to go back to.

Well, you still do. We all do.

As soon as you find your sister.

Okay?

Now, we're trying to
be a family, right?

Families are not supposed to
live on separate continents.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Solitude can be every bit as
exhilarating as companionship.

Of course, I had to
find companionship

before I figured that out.

Listen to this.
It's from the blog.

"All mankind is divided
into three classes:."

Those who are immovable,
those who are movable

- and those who move."
- "Those who move."

That's very poetic. The blogger's
a good writer. We know that.

Yeah, but it's a quote.
You know who wrote it?

Benjamin Franklin.

The woman from the library.
The volunteer.

She's the one writing this.

Good work.

Looks like an overdose.

Lividity hasn't set in yet. I'd
say she died about an hour ago.

We just got done looking
at her computer.

The techs found the entire journal
saved in a file on her hard drive.

Audrey Parker was our blogger.

One of the back windows was open,
but no sign of forced entry.

Nothing missing as
far as we can tell.

She had a prescription
for morphine.

So her arthritis must
have gotten pretty bad.

Her nurse usually injected her

but occasionally would leave
behind extra shots for Audrey.

The ME thinks it was an
accidental overdose.

That it happens with older
people, they get confused,

take the wrong dosage, forget
they even injected themselves.

What do you think?

Well, it might have been an accident,
but you know, she had taken promicin.

She knew NTAC was
breathing down her neck.

The thought of a prison sentence
at her age and in her condition?

Maybe she figured she'd rather
just drift off to sleep.

You think she committed suicide?

If she did, she did it because
of NTAC, because of us.

NO.

I didn't kill myself.

I didn't kill myself.
I didn't kill myself.

Somebody did this to me. Hanna.

Hanna, you have to help me, please.
Somebody did this to me.

Somebody did this to me.

You're back for more.

I'm doing my thesis on cults
from the early 20th century.

It's due soon, so...

Just let me know
when you're done.

Don't forget to feed the kitty.

Sure. Thank you.

What do you mean, you
need to leave town?

Philip, we have an appointment
with a buyer in an hour.

And you can handle it yourself.
But I need to leave. Now.

And I need to borrow some cash.

- I'll pay you back when I see you.
- You're scaring me.

Sweetie, calm down. Tell
me what's going on.

Vanessa, something
happened last night.

I can't tell you about it, but I
promise you, I did it to protect us.

Protect us from what? What
are you talking about?

I can't tell you right now.

I'll call you in a couple
of days and I'll explain.

But right now I just need that money.
Can we please just go to the bank?

It was you. You did it.

I threatened you
and you killed me.

You killed me.

That's the ME's preliminary report
on the death of Audrey Parker.

There's no note.

Nothing in her journals that indicates
she was considering suicide.

He's going to rule it
an accidental death.

You know that she lived in France
for three years in the 1950s?

Like, just pulled up all the
stakes and moved there.

She met Samuel Beckett at a party.
He complimented her on her dress.

You admire her, don't you?

Yeah, in a way, because she just
lived her life without compromise.

And that was no easy thing for
a woman of her generation.

And to be honest, it's
really no easy thing now.

You know, I gave up my career to
move to Spain for my daughter.

I gave up Spain to come back
here to look for my sister.

And right now, my entire life just
feels like a bunch of compromises

all just strung together.

Anyway, no, no.

I'm not gonna demonize Audrey Parker
because she took a promicin shot.

Diana, I'm not
saying you should.

But as far as what happened
to her, why she died,

that's for the Seattle
police to figure out.

Our involvement ended

as soon as we learned she
was behind the blog.

No. You can't just file me away.

I didn't kill myself.
I was murdered.

What the hell was that?

- Power surge?
- I don't know,

but that's the second time today.
Remember all the radios freaked out

at Audrey's house?

Good morning. Thank
you all for coming.

Four months ago,

the U.S. government
shut this building down

along with many other buildings
like it across the country.

In two days, I'm going to
be reopening its doors.

I will be starting up my
healing foundation again

and I plan on using this building
as its base of operations.

I would like to remind
everyone out there

that the 4400 aren't
all revolutionaries.

We are not at war with society.

We want to help it.

We can help and will not
be forced into silence

by the government's so-called
"war on promicin."

As a show of good faith
to the world at large,

I will heal anyone who is
present on our first day open.

4400 have been silent
for a long time.

Too long.

We look forward to
meeting the world again.

It's currently illegal
to use a 4400 ability

without special dispensation
from the government.

Have you made arrangements?

There are no arrangements to be made.
The people who run the country

aren't in a very accommodating
mood right now.

So you haven't discussed
your plans with them?

Not exactly, but I'm sure
they will be in touch.

Why are we going to the funeral
of a woman you only met once?

I think someone has to
pay her some respect.

Okay. But, I don't know, I'm just
trying to make sense of this

and see what this has to do
with tracking down April.

What?

What?

That's why you me
back here, right?

That's why we had
to leave Spain.

Yes. While I'm looking, I have
to work oases. That's the deal.

And I just- I just feel
badly for her, you know?

She died alone, she might
have committed suicide.

What is going on? Everywhere I go
today, I just keep hearing that static.

At work, in the car
on the way home.

That's kind of weird.

You-You left me a voice message
on my cell phone today, right?

- Oh, yeah.
- I couldn't hear a thing.

It was all staticky and garbled.

That cell phone
message I left you.

Did you save it?

I just wanna say this
is really weird.

I ran that cell phone
message you brought

through about six
different audio filters.

There was nothing there.
Just static.

Why would you expect
anything different? Come on.

- What are we even doing here?
- I thought it was a little crazy too.

But then I tried
dropping everything out.

I tried listening to the message

in what theoretically should
have been total silence.

This is what I found.

Murdered. Murdered. Murdered.

Murdered. Murdered. Murdered.

Murdered. Murdered. Murdered.

Murdered. Murdered. Murdered.

We think Audrey
Parker's ability was-

Well, I guess, you'd have to
call it astral projection.

I mean, she could send her
consciousness out of her body.

That's a kind of
broadcast, right?

She's sending a signal.
It's a real thing.

I mean, it could disrupt
electrical fields.

So if she died while she
was using her ability-

Then her body's gone, but the
signal is still out there.

So Audrey's mind or soul or
whatever you wanna call it

has been following me around

and that recording has caught a
fragment of what she's trying to say.

Exactly. It obviously
thinks it was murder.

- She, Brady.
- All right, hold up a second, okay?

That tape gave me chills too,

but it's not necessarily
proof of anything.

Audrey wrote everything down.

Let's just go back over the
journals one last time.

If there's anything in there,
anyone who seems suspicious,

we'll just track it down.

Vanessa Martin?

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Tom Baldwin. This is
my partner, Diana Skouris.

- We're from NTAC.
- Hi, we're looking for Philip Delacroix.

Why is NTAC looking for Philip?

We've been reviewing the journals
of a possible murder victim

named Audrey Parker.

There were repeated references
to you and your agent.

I'm sorry, I don't know
anyone named Audrey Parker.

Philip Delacroix is not
who he claims to be.

His real name is Philip Wilson.

And there are warrants out in
several states for his arrest.

- Philip?
- Do you know where Philip went?

We've already been by his
apartment and it's cleared out.

He me to see me yesterday.

Said he was leaving town.

Needed money.

You don't think he had anything
to do with that woman's death?

We'll let you know. Thank you.

Looks like Audrey
confronted the wrong guy.

Let's put out an APB on Philip
Wilson and all his known aliases.

Okay, go back to the office.
Put it on the wire.

Call me if anything pops, okay?
I've gotta be somewhere.

Okay.

Oh, I have to say I expected
a visit from you guys,

but I didn't think they'd
send the head of NTAC.

I wanted to do this in person.

I had to emphasise the seriousness
of the governments position.

You know, you guys are
sure happy to call me

when you need me
to bail you out.

The moment that I wanna go public,
you break out the fire hose.

I'm just healing some people.
There's nothing to be afraid of.

It's not a political statement.
Not a radical act.

I'm afraid you're
misreading the climate.

As far as D.C.'s concerned,

any unsanctioned use of a 4400
ability is a radical act.

Well, I'm not misreading the
climate, I'm trying to change it.

There's too much fear out there right now.
I think I can help.

I have to ask you.

You keep talking about the
government's position,

but how do you feel
about what I'm doing?

No one's questioning your motives, Mr.
Farrell.

Personally, I think you've
done some amazing things.

But it doesn't matter
really what we believe.

If you go through with this,
it won't be us stopping you.

They're talking about
sending riot squads.

There won't be anything I can do, Shawn.
They will arrest you.

Well,

I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

It's gonna be interesting.

Come on.

I told you. I was trying to
take advantage of Vanessa.

All those arrest warrants, that's me. I
did those. I'm admitting that to you.

But I never murdered anyone.

Why did you run? Why were you trying
to cross the border into Canada?

That woman knew who I was.

How did I know she wasn't
gonna expose me to the police

no matter what I did?

I didn't even know her
name until you told me.

I swear I didn't
kill Audrey Parker.

- What was that?
- Maybe it's broken.

Maybe it just doesn't
believe your story.

Diana.

He's telling the truth.
He didn't do it.

The ME says that Audrey died
between 7 and 8 in the morning.

I just checked out Philip's alibi.
It holds.

He was in a coffee
shop that whole time.

He met a woman for breakfast.
She was another mark.

He had her on the line for
a phoney real-estate deal.

He was with her for two hours,
trying to get money out of her.

Well, maybe she's lying.

She knows him. She might
be covering for him.

The clerk at the coffee shop confirms it.
So does the manager.

Diana, we'll hand him
over to Seattle P.D.,

have him arrested on the
outstanding warrants.

But

if Audrey Parker was murdered,
Philip Wilson didn't do it.

Come on.

No. No, he's lying. He has to be.
He's-

What's happening to me?

I'm fading away.

There's nothing there. I've listened
again and again. It's just static.

I know that Audrey was following
me around all last night.

My cell phone, answering machine,
television, just breaking up constantly.

I mean, she's trying
to tell me something.

She probably is. But
it's like I told you,

whatever's left of Audrey is energy,
you know, a kind of signal.

And signals fade.

- Think she's getting weaker?
- Each time she talks to you,

it costs her a little of
whatever energy she has left.

If she stays silent,
she'll be around longer.

Maybe she could muster enough to
communicate with you one more time,

but it might be the last
thing she ever does.

She can disappear forever.

All right, we'll just go
back into her journals.

- We'll interview everyone in them.
- Diana, stop.

I know you respect
Audrey Parker.

To tell you the truth, after
reading about her, I do too.

Yeah, she took promicin,

but look what she did
for Vanessa Martin.

She was trying to help people. But
we've done what we've agreed to do.

We looked through the journals, we
can't be sure she was murdered.

And even if she was, it
still wouldn't be our case.

Now, I'm sorry. It's
time to let this go.

I'm sorry, Audrey.

So is it starting
to make sense yet?

No. Not really.

Yeah, the guy they talk about
could be Jordan Collier.

Some of the details do match up.

Or it could be a coincidence. I
mean, they left it vague enough

anyone could read into this
whatever they want to.

Well, you can't just dismiss it.

That book is a blue print for
how Collier's gonna succeed.

Oh, yeah? Jordan Collier
needs the handbook of a cult

that hasn't even had a
living member in 80 years?

- He does. And he needs you.
- For what?

To tell him some crazy guy predicted
he was gonna be God's messenger?

Guide him to be a shaman.

You keep saying that. How can I
guide him if I don't know anything?

Well, that's what you've
got me for, Kyle.

Everything in that book
is going to come true.

Collier will lead the
human race to salvation.

You will help him.

You don't believe me yet.

It's okay. I'll show you.

I'm going to be at the intersection
of Forbes and Shady tonight.

Around 2 a.m.

I hope you'll show. It's
where it's all beginning.

If you're not there,
you'll never see me again.

But if you come, you'll
see it all begin.

And I promise, you will believe.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

You're probably gonna
get into trouble.

Doesn't mean you have
to join in on the fun.

Nothing changes on
its own, right?

And besides, you said you
didn't wanna be alone.

I left you money, Hanna.

My house too. Almost
everything I have.

You'll find out in
a couple of days.

You were always so kind to me.

Lucas, lunch is ready.

Come on, you've gotta
eat before work.

Lucas.

Yeah, I'll be down in a minute.
Hold on.

You need to be kind to your mother, Lucas.
She loves you.

And she's trying to raise
you all on her own.

No, I already told you. I don't
know how many rats it is.

Well, I'm sure it's worth
a couple grand at least.

My necklace.

That's my necklace.

Seriously, how soon can you meet me?
I screwed up really bad.

That's my necklace. It was you.

Well, I need to get
rid of this thing.

You killed me.

This building stays closed.
Those are my orders.

All right. Not a problem. I
can do my work right here.

Excuse me.

Hi.

- What's your name?
- Kathy. I have cerebral palsy.

Step away, Mr. Farrell.

I think there's something
we can do about that.

You're in our custody now.

All right, go home now.
This is all over.

Go home.

Please. You've gotta let him go.
He's not doing anything wrong.

Step aside.

Look, we don't wanna hurt anyone.
But this is an illegal assembly.

- Stop. Stop.
- Step aside.

I'm from NTAC. Can't you see?

These people aren't gonna let
you just walk him out of here?

And look around you. There
are sick people here.

They're the mainstream. They're
who we're trying to protect.

Listen to me.

Tell your men to stand down.

Sir, this situation's
out of control.

I've got NTAC telling
me to back off.

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Let him go.

Everyone, if I can just
have a little space.

Now, where were we?

I guess I haven't
really thought much

about why I've got
Audrey under my skin. I-

- Come here.
- I guess I just identified with her.

You know? If I had
made different choices

or chosen a different path,

I could be the one
who's dying alone.

Maybe. But you didn't.

And you won't.

No, no, no. Come on.

Let it ring.

Leave a message and we'll
get beck to you as soon-

It's her. That's Audrey.

I didn't mean for her to die.
I swear I didn't.

I just wanted her stuff.

I gave her that morphine shot
so that she'd stay asleep

while I looked
through her house.

I've seen my mom inject
her so many times,

I figured it would be okay.

It was an accident.

You'll take that into
account, won't you?

I swear to God it
was an accident.

- Not exactly a master criminal.
- No.

If Audrey hadn't left his
name on my answering machine,

who knows if we would
have found him.

She's a brave lady. She must have
known that communicating again

would use up whatever
time she had left.

I haven't heard any
static since last night.

I guess she went out
the way she lived.

With style.

Do you think that this is how
you feel after a marathon?

I wouldn't know.

Better get a good night's sleep.

We're not even halfway through the
list of people who showed up.

Hey, Shawn.

- Hey, Uncle Tommy.
- I'm sure you're tired,

so I hate to even ask,

but are you up for one more?

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey-

His name's Donald.
He's my father.

I'd be grateful if
you could help him.

Hello, Donald. Let's go
into my office, okay?

The head of NTAC benefiting
personally from a 4400 ability.

Are you sure you're
up for the fallout?

They let this place stay open.
They blinked.

Let them fire me.

This is Audrey's favourite song.

She mentioned it a couple
of times in her journals.

It makes sense.

I think the song was
written back in the '30s.

Oh, my God.

It's her.

She's still here.

Where's that tape recorder?
We gotta get this.

No, we don't need to record this.
I already know what she's saying.

She's saying goodbye-

It's so beautiful.

I'm ready.

You can stop. This is the spot.

I'm glad you showed.

Yeah, me too. Great
view of nothing.

It's all about to happen.

What do you mean? What's-
What's gonna happen?

You gotta take this turn, baby.

Go. Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

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