All language subtitles for S04_E07_ブラックリスト.en (1)

What's happening to me?

It's called Stevens-Johnson syndrome.

A rare but serious reaction
to the medicine you've been taking.

You said you could help.

We've done everything we can,
Mr. Blake.

Our goal is to make you comfortable.
Can you describe what you're feeling?

What do you mean, "everything we can"?

I'm sorry you haven't responded
to our treatment.

I hope it's some small consolation...

...that what we learned from treating you
will help others in your situation.

He's the second one this week.

He knew the odds.

The morgue is filled to capacity.

Please, God. Please.

Use the bone saw.

Mr. Kirk, you're being charged under
Title 18, Chapter 113B of the U.S. Code.

Acts of Terrorism Transcending
National Boundaries.

Whomsoever kills, maims, or creates risk
to any agent of the U.S. government...

...is guilty of violating this statute.

That's a fancy way of saying
you killed a lot of good men.

Anything you want to say?

Then we're done here.

You know the truth, Masha.

If this is what it took
for you to call me father...

...it was worth it.

Have you ever been spear fishing?
You should go.

I love spear fishing.

On the Ambergris Caye,
there is a reef--

If you felt this story couldn't wait,
I'd love to hear it. But quickly, if possible.

I have a Blacklister for you.
They call him the Coroner.

I just got my baby back.
My husband, my family. This can wait.

Lionfish.

Lionfish?

An aggressive, invasive species.
Threatens the local habitat.

Leaves destruction in its wake.
Sound like anyone we know?

Whatever destruction
Kirk has caused is over.

I took aim and released.

In the water it sounded like...

...a dull thud, but the spear passed
clear through.

I'd already bagged six of them
with glancing blows, tail shots...

...so I knew this last predator was mine.

The destruction it had caused
was over.

And then...

...it wriggled free.

-Kirk isn't wriggling anywhere.
-But he will, Lizzy.

With the help of someone inside.

We caught the Thrushes,
arrested his mole.

-Who else is there?
-You.

-You think I'm gonna help Kirk escape?
-I think you're compassionate.

You believe he's your father.

When push comes to shove,
your impulse will be to save him.

Fine. I'll bite. Tell me more.

According to Reddington...

...the Coroner runs
a witness protection program for criminals.

He provides them with new lives,
fully documented from cradle to present.

He takes the identities of the dead and
manages to keep them alive on paper.

Elementary school report cards, marriage
licenses, confirmation certificates.

He takes these
meticulously-crafted identities...

...and sells them to
the world's most dangerous criminals.

-How does this relate to Kirk?
-Reddington believes Kirk will escape.

And that when he does,
the Coroner will help him vanish.

Did Reddington tell you
how Kirk was going to escape?

No, because he's not going to.

This Coroner, how does Reddington
know he exists?

Well, apparently he lost a job
to the Coroner.

-Her name was Giza Barrera.
-I know that name.

Barrera's father was a drug trafficker who
made her marry a rival when she was 14.

Twenty years later she got her revenge
by murdering her father and his rival...

...uniting their cartels
under her leadership.

The other cartels felt threatened, so...

...six years later, 60,000 people were
dead and Giza Barrera disappeared.

Thanks to an identity
sold to her by the Coroner.

Now, Barrera was raised in a convent.

Her father also was a devout Catholic
who insisted his child learn Latin.

Latin. That's your lead.

People are creatures of habit.
They gravitate to what they know.

Barrera may have gotten
a new life and identity...

...but she's the same person
with the same skill set...

...and we figured
she'd use one to make a living.

I wrote an algorithm to search schools
that require Latin...

...and cross-indexed it with a web search
of tutoring services...

...that teach Latin. And, well--

This woman works at a private school
in Brooklyn Heights.

-Think it could be her?
-Let's ask her.

Ressler, Navabi, check it out.
If it is Barrera...

...I wanna know how she made contact
with this Coroner.

It's okay to talk with him.

He said he won't talk to anyone
without a lawyer present.

Not about the case, no.
I'm sure he would talk about you.

Your past. You're his daughter, Elizabeth.
That's a lot to process.

The only way to start
is by talking with him.

I feel like you deserve some clarity
on what's about to happen.

They're transferring you to Fort McNair
where you'll be held until your hearing.

You'll have access to your lawyers.

Did you mean it
when you called me father?

Yes.

And yet you picked Reddington.

I picked myself.

You said you were trying to protect Agnes
from Reddington. That's my decision.

And Tom's. But no one else's.
Not even my father's.

You remind me so much of her.
Your mother.

She was an amazing woman.

I've been wanting to tell you about her.
I thought we had more time.

-Whatever stories you have--
-Not stories. Truths.

About her, and about Reddington.

I'm not helping you escape.

I know.

You just don't see it.

Alexander?

That you've helped already.

-More than you could ever possibly--
-Kirk?

Enter the code.
Open the door right now.

He's not breathing.

Get a medic in here now.

We'll be taking the whole wing.

Everyone in and out
will get a full body scan.

-This guy's that important?
-He is to us.

Your prisoner is in the end stages
of aplastic anemia.

-What does that mean?
-An average person has...

...150 to 400,000 platelets per microliter
of blood.

Mr. Kirk's is under 10,000.

I'd expect to see intracranial bleeding
within hours.

-Treatment?
-He's been getting transfusions for years.

If I give him another at this point,
he's liable to suffer autoimmune shock.

And if you don't?

He bleeds to death.

Once we get the test results back,
I'll formulate a treatment plan.

But my guess is
all this firepower is wasted.

How's that?

Unless he has a blood relative willing to
donate stem cells his body won't reject...

...your prisoner will be dead
by morning.

Kirk is being held under guard
in a U.S. Army Hospital in Bethesda.

I want a full workup of all medical
requirements for his transport...

...and a list of potential destinations,
both overt and covert.

Get me a breakdown on the legalities
of extradition.

And find me an airfield in close proximity
that will take his jet...

...preferably one on an international
flight path into Dulles.

-Don't we get him out of the hospital first?
-Leave that to me.

Renata's been tutoring our students
in Latin for a decade.

She's an inspiration.

Somehow makes a dead language
come alive.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. These are Agents Ressler
and Navabi from the FBI.

-Can we see some identification, please?
-Yes, of course.

-Something wrong?
-How long have you been in the country?

Eleven years.

-I don't understand. What's going on?
-That's a nice tattoo.

Where I come from,
a tattoo is a dream made flesh.

-A rose is a sign of beauty.
-Except when laid on a grave.

Over here.

Pass it to me.

Hey!

Get behind me.

You're not supposed to have guns
in school.

Santa Muerte? I hear the Mexican cartels
pray to her for protection.

Can I have my shirt back now?

Your DNA is going to come back
ID'ing you as Giza Barrera.

I don't know who that is.

But I bet you know
who Alejandro Medina is.

See, we know that you killed his father
when you took over his cartel.

I wonder what kind of tattoo he'll give you
when he finds out you're alive.

I don't know who that is.

You were 14 when your father married you
to a man 40 years older than you.

I can't imagine what that was like.

Fathers are supposed to
protect their daughters. Yours didn't.

But we can, if you tell us
how to contact the Coroner.

Every week there's an ad
in the Lexington Herald...

...asking for volunteers
for a blood drive.

Tell them you're a phlebotomist
with Cardinal Hill.

You'll get a text with the time and place
for the next drive.

They'll take prints, DNA swabs, anything
needed to verify you're not a cop.

Before he turns you
into someone new...

...the Coroner likes to know
who you've been.

Wait. Won't your fingerprints and DNA
ID you as an agent of the FBI?

No, they'll ID an alias the Mossad set up
before I joined the task force.

Hello? Yes, it is.

I understand.

Dinner at Isobel's.
Clinch, party of two. I'm in.

-How's Agnes?
-She's fine. Screaming.

I know we're supposed to let her cry,
but talk about cruel and unusual.

We missed you tonight.
I thought you'd be home earlier.

I know, I'm sorry I didn't call.

-Kirk collapsed in the Post Office.
-Well, that's good.

His only hope is for a blood relative
to donate stem cells.

-And you're thinking about it?
-I just wanted to talk to you about it.

He attacked our wedding, kidnapped you
and said he'd throw our child from a roof.

He'll spend his life in prison.
I'm not talking about freeing him.

-I'm talking about saving his life.
-Why do that?

-Because he's my father.
-No, he's a stranger.

It's not that simple.

-It is that simple.
-What if it were your father?

What if you suddenly found him?
Would you be able to walk away?

-Yeah.
-I don't believe that for a second.

You should, because I did.

From my mother. I met her
while you were in Cuba.

Wait, wait, wait. You met your mother?

-Yeah. Her name is Susan Hargrave.
-Why didn't you tell me?

I was gonna tell you
when things settled down, but...

-...they never did.
-How did it happen?

What was she like?
You must have questions.

I do. That's my point. I'm letting questions
go unanswered. I think you should too.

You met your mother, whom you've never
known, and you were able to just...

...walk away?

Yeah, from someone who abandoned me
and has nothing to do with who I am.

Same as Kirk. Your father, my mother,
they're part of our past.

But you're my future.

Liz, that's all I'm interested in.

And I think it's what you should be
interested in, too.

Thank you.

Listen up, boys. This is him.

No wonder they call him the Coroner.

Our teams are in place.

Thank you for agreeing to meet.

Would you like me to start by explaining
my situation?

Your name is Victoria Cronin.

You have a master's in health care
administration from Smith College.

So Rory says, in Boston a shot
of whiskey in a pint of stout...

...is an Irish car bomb.
In Belfast, it's breakfast.

-Excuse me.
-What the hell is he doing here?

You must be the Coroner.

-Were you followed?
-Samar, darling, please.

Save it for Mossad summer theater.

I used her to lure you here.
She doesn't need an identity. I do.

You are Raymond Reddington.

And you're on the wrong side of 80,
sitting on a donut pillow.

My sympathies
to your significant other.

And if your flag is flying at half-mast...

...rest assured, I find
in the privacy of one's boudoir...

...pleasing others is the key
to pleasing oneself.

Do you expect me
to make you disappear?

I've been disappearing for over 25 years,
I don't need your help to disappear.

I need an identity. Specifically, the one
you created for Sonia Bloom.

The research scientist.

Fifteen years ago she arrived
in her lab to find her life's work stolen...

...and her partner dead
of an apparent suicide...

...except it wasn't suicide
and she knew it.

Fearing for her life, she contacted you
and became someone else.

I need to know who.

That's impossible. My clients
expect absolute confidentiality.

Few things in life are truly impossible.

Talking an Irishman out of vengeance
for his brother's death is one of them.

You see that ruddy-faced fellow
in my booth? Willie Adair.

Back home they call him
Barking Mad Willie.

He has this pack of
absolutely voracious wolfhounds.

I don't know who that is.

But you gave the man
who killed his brother a new identity.

Perhaps I should call him over so you
can explain your policy on confidentiality.

That won't be necessary.

Sonia Bloom.

Adrian Shaw.

Cheers.

What the hell was that all about?

-Who's Sonia Bloom?
-Apparently, Adrian Shaw.

-You didn't care about the Coroner.
-No, I didn't.

You used us to find him for you
so he could tell you about Bloom.

I don't know what the two of you
are so indignant about.

I told you about a criminal you had
no idea existed. Now he's in your custody.

The Coroner gives you
dozens of criminals...

...you thought were dead or missing.

Take the win, Donald.
You could use one.

I don't care who we have to reach out to.
ICE, DEA, CIA, NSA.

Any of them, all of them.

We're gonna find Sonia Bloom and figure
out what Reddington wants with her.

-Colonel Wright?
-It's gonna have to wait.

-What happened?
-Freeway accident.

Multiple trauma victims,
more on their way.

-What did you need to discuss?
-I'm Alexander Kirk's daughter.

-Why didn't you say so?
-I wasn't sure I wanted to help.

-And now you are?
-If I am, what do I need to do?

Harvest stem cells?

It sounds worse than it is.

I certainly hope so.

They put me on dialysis
and collect the cells...

...and if they get enough
they transfuse them to Kirk.

And that would save him?

-It could, if we're compatible.
-You're his daughter.

Apparently that's no guarantee.

They test for 16 genetic markers...

...and that's after they check to see that
our blood types match.

Reddington said I'd save him.

Tom will never forgive me if I do.

Kirk hurt the two people Tom loves.

You can't be surprised he
doesn't want you to help.

What do you think I should do?

Doesn't matter what I think.
Or Reddington. Or Tom, for that matter.

None of us can possibly know
how it feels to be in your position.

And none of us have to live with
the consequences of your decision.

All I will say is this.
Given what he's done...

...no one would fault you
for walking away.

Maybe not.

But I'm afraid I would.

I found the teacup.

Oh, and the banana.

That's 11. One more.

Don't tell me.

The doctor will see you now.

Raymond.

One second.

-The sailboat.
-Oh, why'd you, oh--

Show off.

Mr. Reddington's a genius.

Could be an evil genius, but still.

-Found his connection to Sonia Bloom?
-Yes.

Sonia Bloom worked on next-gen
genome research...

...resequencing DNA to help the body
fight off disease.

In 2001 she and her partner applied
for a patent.

A week later her partner was murdered
and she went underground.

-We already knew that.
-Yeah. But you didn't know this.

Her partner was Matthew Hadj.

One of the inventors murdered
by the Lindquist Concern.

Reddington gave us that case
to get to the partner.

Then when he couldn't, when he found
out Sonia Bloom had disappeared...

...he gave us the Coroner to find her.

So what is it about her research
that connects to Kirk?

Okay. Sonia Bloom is hiding
as Adrian Shaw.

What we know of the Coroner...

...it's safe to assume that almost every
personal detail about her life is false.

The only detail we know to be true
is that she's a doctor.

Was then, is now.

And while I can't connect
her past research to Kirk...

...current AMA records indicate
that now...

...as Shaw, she has a new partner
who specializes in--

Wait for it.

--hematology.

So Kirk's dying of anemia...

...and Reddington's looking for
a mysterious blood doctor...

...who's doing research
into gene sequencing.

Dr. Shaw may be Kirk's last hope
of finding a cure.

Reddington wants Kirk dead.

One way of guaranteeing that is to kill
the one doctor able to keep him alive.

The partner.
What's the new partner's name?

Thank you.

Dr. Rayburn, thank you for seeing me
without an appointment.

-What seems to be the trouble?
-I have a pain right here.

We don't keep drugs in the office.

If I want narcotics, doctor, I'll call the guy
with the briefcase like everybody else.

I'm looking for Dr. Adrian Shaw.

-Units are rolling to Rayburn's clinic now.
-Who owns it? Is it incorporated?

Looks like the clinic is owned by
an LLC based in Delaware.

If the research Reddington's after
is worth killing over...

...it's not done at a clinic.

-What else does the LLC own?
-Checking, hang on.

A warehouse, a building,
somewhere no one would look.

-What is it? Did you find something?
-Yeah.

And it's definitely not somewhere
anyone would look.

Mr. Fox, might I remind you of the
condition you were in when you arrived?

I'm dying, not poor. I won't live like this.
I'm leaving.

You were dying, but based on treatment,
you've shown remarkable progress.

I haven't been outside for two weeks.

You signed up for me to save your life,
and that is what I'm doing.

For you and the former patients who lead
healthy lives because of this program.

You mean the ones whose skin
hasn't melted off?

I know what's happening.
Blake. Zion. Kearney. Oates.

-This trial is a death sentence.
-What we're doing is illegal, not immoral.

-You knew the risks.
-If I say I'm leaving, sweetheart...

...pack my bags.

If you won't honor your commitment
to the trial...

...how can I rely on your commitment
to confidentiality?

I agreed to keep quiet about science,
not murder.

There's simply nowhere for you to go.

How are you feeling?

Great. I'm going to die, but I feel great.

What would you do...

...if you had more money
than you could ever spend?

Travel the world with my family. Twice.

You could get away from him.

Somewhere safe
where he couldn't find you.

Sure. But like my dad always said,
if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

My adopted dad. Sam Milhoan.

My entire life...

...all I ever wanted
was to make you safe.

Protect you.

And in the end, the only way
I'm able to do that is by dying.

-I don't understand.
-It's yours.

Everything I have.

I'm leaving you my fortune.

Which you'll have plenty of time
to spend, because you're not dying.

Not now, anyway.

I told your doctor that I decided
to be your donor.

They're running the tests now
to confirm we're a match.

Why did you decide to help me?

Because you didn't ask.

Your lawyer's here to see you.

If I could have a moment alone
with my client.

Of course. For now.

Out, but not cured.

Only she can do that.

An FBI agent and a lifesaver.

You must be so proud.

She's agreed to be my donor.

I need a day, maybe two.

And I need you to watch your mouth.

We had everything before her.

And now look at us.

I am not apologizing for disliking her.

The extraction plan is in place.

We move on your signal.

We're told dozens are injured
in this bus accident...

...and they've been transferred to
Walter Reed facility....

Excuse me, I'm here to see
Elizabeth Keen.

-She was on the bus?
-What bus?

The accident. Is she a patient?

No, she's visiting a family member.
Alexander Kirk. He's in a locked ward.

-You say her name is Elizabeth Keen?
-That's right. She's my wife.

Sir, your wife is a patient.
She was admitted an hour ago.

Admitted for what?

Don't say it.

What is there to say?

-I gave you my opinion, you ignored it.
-I didn't ignore it, I just--

Didn't agree.

Okay, what are the risks?

-Risks? For me, none.
-None? Are you sure?

All I have to do is give blood.

I should have told you sooner, I'm sorry.

Just-- Everything is happening so fast.

I get it. Fine.

Help him if you have to...

...but promise me you're not gonna
hurt yourself in the process.

I promise.

-Harbor Patrol will meet you on site.
-What's the ETA?

Red Hook harbor master
has the ship docking in 45 minutes.

Is there a manifest?

Yeah, I e-mailed it to you.
Sixteen crew members...

...and the licensed cargo
is medical equipment.

-How convenient.
-Not just any equipment.

Thermal cyclers,
centrifuges, incubators.

Yeah, these are products
used in genome research.

Thanks. That was the unit I dispatched
to get Dr. Rayburn. He left an hour ago...

...accompanied by a large black man
and a middle-aged white guy. In a hat.

We're about to dock.
What's the emergency?

Dr. Shaw.
Or should I call you Dr. Bloom?

Either way, I'll skip the pleasantries.
We haven't much time.

-Who is this?
-I'm with your colleague, Dr. Rayburn...

...who can confirm we have a situation.
As we speak...

...the FBI is raiding his medical clinic.

Sonia, he knows everything.
About the research, the Coroner.

I'm like the ghost of Christmas past.
And future.

Which is how I know the FBI
will board your ship the moment it docks.

Whoever you are,
why should I believe you?

Belief is such a relative concept.

Is there a God?

Are we alone in the universe?

What the hell have they found out there
in Area 51 anyway?

I prefer to think of your decision
as judicious risk assessment.

I have considerable resources
to put at your disposal.

I'm here to help you, Dr. Shaw.

If you don't want to go to jail,
listen to me carefully.

Firstly, is there a helipad on your ship?

-We got your results back.
-How'd I do?

We couldn't harvest enough stem cells
to justify a transfusion.

So what happens now?

With a compatible donor,
we could do a surgical procedure...

...to harvest marrow directly
from the cavity of your hipbone.

No. A surgical procedure carries risks,
right? For Liz?

While it's a minor procedure...

...an infection could cause
necrosis of the hip...

...which could impact mobility...

...or a fat embolism
that could affect multiple organ systems.

-And if those are risks I'm willing to take?
-Which you're not.

What risks you are or are not
willing to take are irrelevant.

Even if the dialysis had worked...

...the hospital won't transfuse
your stem cells into Mr. Kirk...

...unless and until we receive
confirmation that you're a genetic match.

You sent my blood out for testing
hours ago.

You know about the bus accident.

You saw the incoming.
The system is overwhelmed.

And if he dies before the tests
come confirming I'm a match?

I understand you feel
he has nothing to lose...

...but that is not how we make
hospital policy.

The tests could come back five minutes
late. Two. You're okay with that?

Of course not. I made it clear...

...your blood work should be
the lab's top priority.

They'll get your results
as fast as possible...

...and I'll be in touch
as soon as they do.

-Special Agent Ressler, Navabi, FBI.
-Is there a problem?

There won't be if you direct us
to Dr. Adrian Shaw.

I don't know who that is.

Maybe a warrant to board your ship
will jog your memory.

-There's no Adrian Shaw on this ship.
-We'll see about that.

He's gonna die because a bus accident
delayed some lab work...

...and answers I'm looking for
are gonna die with him.

Some answers about who you were...

...but none about who you are...

...or who you will be.

Certainly none that affect your happiness,
which is all I care about.

-Miss Keen, come with me, please.
-Do you have the lab results?

Dr. Wright should have them
in a few minutes.

I've been instructed to prep you for
surgery in anticipation of a positive result.

I know I'm breaking my promise...

...but I have to do this.

You want to. There's a difference.

Searched the entire ship,
no sign of Dr. Shaw.

I told you, this isn't a passenger ship.

-There is no Dr. Shaw.
-I know you're hiding something.

You searched the ship,
delayed my offload.

I got six tons of cargo, signed, sealed
and inspected, so if there's nothing else--

Ressler.

Does this look odd to you?

Arrest him.

Where does this lead?

Yes.

That was the lab,
they've got the results.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

What the hell is this place?

I thought you were in surgery.

I was.

You just saved my life.

I tried to.

You weren't a match?

No.

-Well. You did what you could.
-The test results--

-No, just forget about them.
-You don't understand.

Yes, we weren't compatible.
Not every father and daughter are.

It's not just that we weren't compatible.

The test results
showed something else.

I'm not your daughter.

-How did the FBI find us?
-I don't know.

What matters is Reddington
was able to chopper you off the ship.

What does he want?
Why are we here?

Agent Navabi.

-Yes.
-We know what you're doing.

I sincerely doubt that.

-Dr. Adrian Shaw. You abducted her.
-I kept her from you, there's a difference.

We would have arrested her.
You're going to kill her.

You looked absolutely ravishing
the other night.

We've seen her research.

What do you do
to stay in such incredible shape?

Calisthenics, or Jazzercise?

The gene-sequencing technology
she's trying to perfect is called CRISPR.

It's supposed to teach your DNA
to repair itself.

Maybe we should be workout partners.

Adrian Shaw was using human
experimentation to cure people like Kirk.

He either financed her research,
or wanted to use it to cure himself.

So you got to her first.

Adrian Shaw deserves to go to prison
for what she's done, not be murdered.

I'll see you in dance class, Samar.

Hello. Hello.

He knows everything.
I don't know how, but he does.

About you being Sonia Bloom...

...going on the run
after Matthew was murdered.

He found Matthew's killer.

He avenged his death
after all these years.

-Why would he do that?
-Dr. Shaw.

Fresh off the boat, as it were.

Dr. Rayburn, I'm sure someone
is sick who could use your assistance.

-What?
-Goodbye.

Please.

You're Raymond Reddington.

And you're in my debt...

...which can be a complicated place
to be.

Shall we?

It doesn't make any sense.
I saw the DNA test.

Thirty years ago. Clearly it was flawed.

And the things he knows about me?

He wasn't pretending.

He believed he was my father.
So did I.

I didn't want you to do it in the first place.
But I admire you for wanting to.

And this whole time,
Reddington was right.

No, he was wrong about one thing.

Kirk is never getting out of here alive.

We just got the sign.

All teams ready, we move in five.

-What is this?
-This was a thriving business...

...that manufactured
counterfeit cigarette tax stamps...

...until a little over two weeks ago.

There's a hefty profit in tax stamps, and
they're a lovely way to launder money.

A story I can share another time.

Right now I have a pressing matter
which requires your assistance.

Are you sick?

You have no idea.

What are you doing?

Well, I came here for treatment.

Now, since I'm not getting any....

You'd rather go back to the box?

-They can make you comfortable here.
-That DNA test was altered.

-I thought it was a mistake too.
-Mistake? It wasn't a mistake. No.

-It was altered. By Reddington.
-I had the lab re-run the test.

It came back the same way.

Yes, to make it look like
you're not my daughter.

He knew you'd want to save me,
so he did everything in his power...

...to prevent that. But he's not going
to prevent it, do you hear me?

I will not die in here.

You are going to save me, Masha.

You're going to save me, Masha.

Save me, Masha.

-Yes.
-Did you manipulate the test?

-What are you talking about?
-I just showed Kirk DNA proof...

...he's not my father,
and he blames you for faking the test.

-Get out of the hospital.
-Don't change the subject.

The only subject that interests me
is your safety.

A safety guaranteed thus far...

...because Alexander Kirk believed you
to be his daughter.

He now knows you're not.

He's under federal guard, marshals at
every entrance. What's he gonna do?

I'll tell you what he won't do.
He won't die alone in that hospital.

I promise you,
the plan is already in motion.

All of Kirk's resources
will be brought to bear.

Every angle has been calculated...

...every obstacle considered
and accounted for.

Men are coming, Elizabeth.

Men who kill every living thing
that gets in their way.

Tell Harold, and then you
get out of that hospital.

We're in place. On your ready.