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If we went two stops ago, we would be in the right station.

It's completely your fault. I said to go eastbound.

This is your fault.

- How do you know we're eastbound? - This is westbound!

Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Yeah, baby.

Hello?

Help! There's someone down here!

Help!

Help!

Somebody!

Help!

Shit!

Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me.

Yeah.

Hello, secret stash.

Oh, baby, come to Mama.

A little further.

Hey, come...

Ow! Ow! Shit!

Shit. Shit. All right.

Why is this happening to me?

♪ There's something on my... ♪

♪ ... say ♪

♪ My heart cries out ♪

Well, that was certainly uncalled for.

Was it?

Trying to save Ben is a fool's errand.

If you look at the variables, the odds of success

are vanishingly small.

That's 'cause the only variables you consider are black and white.

There's gray in the world. I live in that space.

You're different than your siblings.

I suspect that the other Hargreeves was afraid of that.

And you.

Yeah, he was.

And it screwed me up for a long time.

You say you're not the same as him?

Now's your chance to prove it.

Hmm.

This is it.

What is all this?

This is the Cleanse, my boy.

My monitoring station recorded a magnitude 6.3 seismic event.

And the epicenter... is right here.

What the hell?

You still think you can save Ben?

This is only phase one.

His mind has been hijacked.

His body is merely a vessel.

The Cleanse will slowly take full control.

We should run away somewhere.

Excuse me?

I'm serious.

Keep driving south. Live on a beach somewhere.

Get married.

Just you and me.

Sure.

With the 18 bucks we have between us.

I might just have some money stashed away in the Caymans.

You said the government got it all.

Yeah, about that.

We just need to get to Florida. I know a pilot in Miami.

I mean, what am I even supposed to say to that?

Just say yes.

Mmm.

Be right back.

Stay put.

I will.

This is Alpha 3-9. I've got eyes on the package.

Copy. They've been spotted.

- Not far from here. - Wait.

- We still have our deal, right? - Yes.

But you're running out of time.

So, if you're going to make a move, I suggest you get on with it.

Hello?

Don't hang up.

Viktor? How the hell did you find me?

What you two have been up to hasn't been subtle.

What can I say? I've been in prison the last four years.

Not that, you perv.

I'm... I'm talking 6.3 on the Richter scale.

- Is she still with you? - That's none of your business.

Actually, it is my business

'cause you two are on pace to end the world in about 48 hours.

Twenty-four, actually.

Shut up!

Are you serious? You're with Dad now?

Ben, listen to me.

There's something happening to you.

It's called the Cleanse.

It's like a virus.

It's taking over your whole body, and...

Bullshit.

I feel great. Never felt better.

That's what I'm saying.

Whatever you're feeling or seeing, it can't be trusted.

There is something happening inside of you,

and it's only gonna get worse.

You're right.

Something is happening inside of me.

I'm happy for the first time in my life,

and you miserable assholes can't stand it.

Ben! I'm just trying to help you!

You need to get away from Jennifer right now!

You wanna help me? Leave us alone!

Ben!

He may be past hope.

Ben, what's wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

We really get to keep these?

Absolutely.

At least your eyes are open.

Gentlemen,

I wanna introduce you to our elite unit.

Welcome to Sector R.

Hell yes.

I mean, this is what I'm talking about.

These are the guys.

Agent Parnell here will show you guys the ropes.

Frank Parnell. Everyone around here calls me Bud.

Bud. Bud.

I'm gonna hit you straight. We need a chopper ASAP.

I want a two-mile perimeter and a lockdown around the hot zone.

I want boots on the ground.

No stone is left unturned. You feel me?

Yeah, we don't do that here.

Not even the chopper?

We got a white cube van, but you need department approval.

Why don't you two boys grab a chair? Make yourselves comfortable.

Lunch order's about to go in.

Maybe we should go back to looking for Ben.

We just got here.

- Hey, Diego. - Hmm?

Are you sure that these are the guys?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

What...

This is Covert Ops, bruh.

I'm talking Watergate, Cuba, Bin Laden.

These are the guys.

Yeah. I'm pretty sure this is where they, you know...

put agents out to pasture.

These guys are the best of the best.

That's what my manager at the club called me

when he put me on the Sunday brunch buffet.

Sounds like you're killing it on multiple fronts, big guy.

Sunday brunch buffet is where they put the dead weight.

Legs and eggs.

Look around.

This is legs and eggs.

I'm not gonna let your bad attitude wreck this for me.

Fine. Knock yourself out.

I'm gonna go see if Ribbons has anything on the Keepers.

I don't think I can eat another subway rat.

If you add an orange peel to it,

it kind of tastes like duck à l'orange.

Care to guess how long we've been here?

Long enough I found my first gray hair.

And it's not on my head.

Well, according to my calendar,

it's been...

six years, five months, two days.

Yeah, well, we'll find a way home soon enough, right?

If we don't get stabbed, shot, or blown up the next time we go topside.

In some of those timelines, we would've been lucky to get out alive.

Yeah, well, we're still kicking, so we must be doing something right.

Do you remember that timeline we found the other day?

At the greenhouse?

And the strawberries. What about it?

Seemed pleasant enough.

There's no feral hogs there. No secret police.

I was thinking we could maybe set up there for a stretch.

So you're giving up?

No one said give up, but...

it's been almost seven years, Lila.

We deserve a break.

You know, a bed. A shower.

I would strangle a kitten for a hot bath.

Just a few days, okay? This does not mean that we're giving up.

No.

Okay.

I don't like it, Jean.

I know you don't, Gene, but I talked to Red Deer.

His story checks out.

That song he keeps whistling. I hate it.

Let's just hear what he has to say. All right? No harm in that.

Mr. Muntz!

You are a long way from Red Deer.

Well, I wouldn't miss what's coming for the world.

Oh? And what is that?

The Cleanse.

- But we... - Lost the girl. I know that.

How the heck do you know that?

I have people looking for her.

So do we.

Tell me how she escaped.

We had her secured in the barn.

Guards posted.

- Gene and I were in the house... - Dancin'.

... when we heard the screaming.

By the time we got to the barn...

... she had dug her way out.

With that tentacle boy.

Excellent.

Exsqueeze me?

That boy is the missing piece of this puzzle.

He's the lock, and she's the key.

- You're a cryptic little son of a bitch. - Gene!

Either tell us what you know,

or I dunk your face in the deep fryer.

That boy has a family,

and if they find him and Jennifer before we do,

everything is ruined.

So...

why don't you park that macho bullshit,

let us get to work,

find out where the family's going,

and stop them?

♪ Take one down ♪

♪ Pass it around ♪

♪ And then all you got is ♪

♪ Two bottles of beer on... ♪

Jesus Christ!

What the fuck is that?

Get away, or I'll burn you!

Huh? Get away!

Ew!

Ugh! Ugh, gross.

You must be Thunderbolt.

You're a good dog.

You're a good dead doggy.

Yeah. You like kisses, huh?

Hey, I got a mission for you, Thunderbolt.

You gotta go fetch.

I need you to go fetch a human.

Any living human now.

Just no motorcycles, no leather.

You got it, boy? You understand, right?

Stop it!

Please, please! Go fetch!

You can do it, boy!

- Is this the place? - Yeah.

It's his favorite.

- Have you been here before? - No, no.

I've never been inside.

- So you have been here before. - In a cab, Mom.

To get Uncle Klaus.

God! For once in your life, you just need to chill.

We're gonna talk about this later. Wait here.

What do you want?

Open up!

Piss off!

Now, where are your manners?

Yes, baby.

Next week.

Sorry.

Excuse me. I'm looking for my brother, Klaus.

Have you...

Okay.

Klaus?

Klaus?

Oh!

Seek, and ye shall find.

So Klaus is your brother, huh?

I guess pretty and stupid runs in the family.

Yeah.

That was cute.

I had to let Klaus go.

But seeing as you're a woman with such special talents,

perhaps you'd be interested in filling his vacancy.

But I gotta ask, are you a ballbuster?

'Cause one thing I cannot abide on my crew

is a ballbuster.

Hey, asshole!

Claire, no!

You brat!

That was a mistake.

Goddamn bitch!

I think you might be right.

I am a ballbuster.

What?

No, no, no!

Holy...

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Now, where's my brother?

Or the next time, it's gonna be your heart.

Pet cemetery on Sycamore. He's buried there.

Which grave?

What the hell are you?

I'm an actor, you motherfucker.

Well, he was rude.

I got three about the same age.

Picture is ten years old.

Kids are all grown up now.

They've got their own lives, their own kids.

Must be nice.

Not in the slightest. They can't stand me.

First wife left me years ago.

I'm on my third divorce.

Damn, dude!

What happened?

The job.

When they send you on assignment, the last thing you wanna do

is let anyone know where you are or what you're doing.

That includes family.

You don't want them worrying.

Yeah, but...

She knew the life.

Right? I mean, working for the CIA.

Yeah, sure she knew.

And when the kids were old enough, so did they.

For the first few years, being away all the time worked.

- Until it didn't. - Hmm.

We just slowly slipped apart, you know?

Became strangers in our own home.

Yeah, but I mean,

the missions.

Traveling all over the world.

I'd trade it all in.

All of it in a second

for a chance to have dinner with my kids at 6:00,

help them with their homework,

or a chance to lie down next to my wife at the end of the day.

That's why I'm down here.

File and pile. That's the way to go.

Uh...

What? File and pile?

Yeah.

I thought this was an elite unit.

Son, the only elite thing about this unit

is our pension status.

But...

But what about that guy?

I mean, he said he worked the Castro file back in the day.

Castro?

Sure, Larry Castro,

the counterfeit olive oil king of the Dutch Antilles.

Yeah. That was a real embarrassment for the agency.

This is legs and eggs.

Sunday brunch, my friend.

I gotta chop a log.

Auntie Ji, hey. It's me.

Put Lila on.

What?

Where is she?

Okay.

If you keep this up,

we're not gonna have strawberries when the snow comes.

So we'll eat snow.

- Ah! - Oh.

Don't.

Don't what?

Be weird.

Was that weird?

No, which is what makes it weird.

Hey, what's the verdict, muchacho?

Your team find Ben and Jennifer?

That's none of your business.

Well, they need our protection.

You're the one that needs protecting.

It's time for you to go, muchacho.

Oh, Gene.

Gene, Gene, Gene.

Keep walking right out that back door, and don't come back.

What seems to be the problem?

I just don't like you, is all.

Is that it?

In a nutshell, yeah.

What about Jean?

Jean's not calling the shots here. I am.

Does she know that?

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna leave...

... or I'm gonna blow out your kneecaps.

Oh no. Wouldn't want that.

You know, Gene...

I'm sorry it didn't work out between us.

Really. I mean that.

Fuck off.

- Are you lost? - Jeez!

Yeah.

I am. But, uh, you know what?

I think we're all lost to some degree.

Right?

We're all just searching for meaning in an ever-changing world.

Not on the director's floor.

That's right.

Do you know where the bathroom is?

End of the hall, turn right.

Thank you.

Shit.

Can I help you with anything there?

I, uh...

I saw that, uh, this...

was damaged.

And I'm pretty handy with tools,

so I thought I might just try and fix it for you.

Hmm.

Well, we have people for that.

Oh.

Fine.

Shall we get you back to your brother now?

Sure.

That'll be all, Derek.

Hey, uh, isn't Sector R in the basement?

Yes.

It is.

Oh.

Then, uh, why are we going up?

What the...

Hey!

What the...

Diego!

Code Green in Sector R.

Send backup.

Where are your pants?

- We gotta go. - Why?

It's a long story.

- Were you giving Ribbons a lap dance? - Kinda.

Got 'em. They're in here.

Shit.

Shit.

Luther!

What?

Oh yeah, they do that.

Get up.

Another one to the face.

Luther!

A little help here, Bud?

Not the moneymaker.

Luther!

Hey!

We're back, baby!

- We should go. - Okay.

This way.

It's too late.

Nothing will stop the Cleanse.

Hey, someone did well today.

It was the snares you made.

Exceptional.

I fixed it.

Hey, I know that look. Out with it.

Okay.

What's this?

Look inside.

Where'd you get this?

I made it.

You're so full of surprises.

I aim to please.

Hey, where are you going?

We just ran out of scrap metal.

I'll join you in a minute.

Okay, love.

How much further?

We'll be there soon.

You okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Don't worry about it.

Okay.

Shit.

All right.

What the hell?

This is my handwriting.

Holy shit.

This is...

This is it.

This is... our way home.

Five?

Yeah. Here!

Did you find anything?

Nothing. No.

Careful of that.

Okay. Should we keep looking that way?

Yeah, good idea.

Nobody's coming for you.

You gotta fight

for your right

to live.

You can do this.

Find the warrior.

Find Bruce Lee.

Find...

Uma Thurman.

Uncle Klaus! Where are you?

Klaus!

Oh, goddamn it, Klaus! Where are you?

- Oh God! What if he's... - No, he's not, okay?

We just need to find his sorry ass, all right? Come on.

Klaus?

- Uncle Klaus! - Klaus!

Klaus?

Uncle Klaus!

Ow!

Klaus?

You hear a dog barking?

Claire, look. Look. Come on.

Klaus! Klaus!

- Thunderbolt. - Thunderbolt. Okay.

God?

Close enough.

- Allison? - Yeah.

- Allison, is that you? - Yeah! Yeah!

Yes!

Claire. Claire Bear.

Hi. Hi. Hi.

You came back for me!

Of course we did! Of course we did!

How did you find me?

We heard this barking.

Thank God!

Let's...

get the hell out of here.

- Yeah. - Shall we?

Thank you, Thunderbolt.

What's that?

Now, I know that we said no gifts,

but...

Ta-da!

Here's to seven years in Shitsville with you.

Bloody hell. You're not gonna cry, are you? It's just instant coffee.

Lila, there's something I should tell you.

Okay.

What's this?

A way home.

It's a cipher.

How long have you had this?

I'm not exactly sure.

How long?

Five months.

Maybe six.

And you didn't tell me. Why?

You know why.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going home.

We should talk about this.

There's nothing to talk about. We're going back.

To what? Another apocalypse?

Another broken timeline? A broken marriage?

That is none of your goddamn business!

Actually, it is.

I've been here with you the past seven years, watching your back.

Nursing you when you were sick. Holding you when you were sad.

So it is my goddamn business.

- We're not talking about this. - We both know how miserable you were.

You do not get to decide what I do with my life!

He can't give you what you need.

Oh, and you can?

You're happy here.

I know you are.

We both are.

This isn't real, Five! None of this is real!

What is it, then?

Survival.

Nothing more.

I have children, Five.

Children who need me.

And I need them.

I know.

But we don't know what we're going back to.

It could all be gone, and...

at least here, we have each other.

Stay if you want. I'm going back.

What's all this, then?

The hell?

Well, this is inconvenient.

Where are the drivers?

Go.

Go, go!

Incoming!

Got 'em pinned!

Take 'em out!

Get in the car! Get in the car!

What's going on?

Stay the fuck down!

Start the car!

Go, go, go, go!

You okay?

You tore my suit when you threw me into the car.

Bill me.

I can't speak to how the other Hargreeves saw you,

but...

it was wrong of him to treat you the way he did.

It is now abundantly clear to this version of myself

that you deserve to wear the uniform

just as much, if not more, than the others.

- It shouldn't be much longer to the bank. - I can't. I'm not gonna make it.

- Can you hang on a little longer? - Stop. I gotta lie down.

- Okay, let me find somewhere. - Right now!

Don't worry. I got you.

Come on. Let's get you inside.

I found them.

Hello? We need help!

- I need to lie down. Now! - All right.

All right, stay here. I'll go find somebody.

It's ringing.

911. What's your emergency?

Jennifer?

Hello?

Do you have an emergency?

Jennifer!

Jennifer.

I'm scared, Ben.

Someone can't take a hint.

Jean! Jean!

No!

This all could have been so simple.

You changed your shirt?

The other one got stained.

Chikkadoo sauce.

Mint chocolate chip.

What's gotten into you, Gene? You know that gives you the runs.

Nothing wrong with living on the edge from time to time, my love.

Leaders.

One of our teams found Ben and Jennifer.

It's time to put out the call.

Are you sure?

Play the song.

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