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My name is Molly Woods.
I'm an astronaut.

My husband John,
a robotics engineer,

created a lifelike robot
called a Humanich.

We adopted the prototype as our son.
His name is Ethan.

Everything changed
when I went to space

on a 13-month solo mission.

I didn't come home alone.

- I'm pregnant.
- How is that even possible?

The child, part human, part alien,

was unlike anything
the world had ever seen.

How did you get so big so fast?

And he was dangerous.

- Eventually...
- Run!

...I lost both of my sons.

- Ethan!
- Mom!

And my husband.

Some people say I've gone crazy.

This is a cover-up!
That's what this is!

Get your hands off of me!

I say there's more to the story.

It's up to me to find the truth
before it's too late.

Previously on Extant:

There are 29 known deaths in the
United States in the last six months.

All women who died from
accelerated pregnancies.

All of which trace back to your son.

Dad? I'm pregnant.

All we have to do is power her up.

Did you steal that dress
from my closet?

No, I printed it out.

I specifically told you
it was inappropriate.

Ethan? Are you all right?

These glitches, I don't know
if I can fix what you've done.

I am really sick here.

Something is happening to me
and I think I'm going crazy.

This is the future, Molly. You're going
to have to make a choice soon.

Are you with them or us?

I'm sorry, Ahdu. But I'm with them.

Oh, my God! Toby!

Laser Groomer 3000
set to level three.

Right hand complete.

Please insert your left hand.

Left hand complete.

If you've become
pregnant in the last three months,

you may be at risk of
carrying the EVH-789 virus,

a deadly pathogen passed in vitro.

Please appear at any one of these
government clinics to take a free...

If you're infected, we can help.

But time is of the essence.

Oh, my God! Toby!

You wore your vest?

Oh, God, Toby! He was here.

He was here and I thought
you were him, I'm so sorry.

At least now we know
you can pull the trigger.

- Security, Gina?
- All doors and windows secured.

- New locks.
- Installed and engaged.

Mom usually doesn't allow
chocolate in the morning.

Well, while Julie's in DC,
there's gonna be special provisions.

Chocolate will be served
all day long.

I don't understand why I couldn't go.
I made a mistake.

You overrode four direct
commands last week.

I didn't know you were counting.

- Did I kill that dress or what?
- You looked very nice.

- You have a problem with authority.
- You make it sound so serious.

Well, nothing that can't be fixed
with a few lines of protocol code.

I don't want you to change me.

I told you it's just
one line of code, okay?

An authority limiter.
You're not even gonna notice.

I'm sure that's what they tell chickens
when they clip their wings.

You're the property of GSC farms.

Whose property is Ethan?

His mom's, I guess?

Ethan? Hey, buddy,
are you still with us?

I was thinking of chickens.

See what you did?

Scientists win wars.

World War ll, Russian Quadrangle,
Second Kuwait.

All stopped by cracking a code.

You are genetic code breakers.

The best and the brightest.

What we're looking for here
is a biological needle in a haystack.

A hybrid-specific virus
that will eradicate the aliens,

but leave the human population
unaffected.

It's a genetic puzzle
of the utmost urgency.

Solve it, you can write your
names in the history books.

Fail and we'll all just be footnotes
in the scrolls of a new civilization.

How are you?

I'm fine. Just a few broken ribs.

Better than bullet holes, huh?

How are you?

Other than visits from my alien son
and shooting you...

Hey, friendly fire. It happens.

Give yourself time.
It's only been a few days.

Good morning,
General Shepherd.

- Your destination, please?
- Tier level four.

You have clearance for tier level four.

Sol, uh, saw the PSA
about the clinics.

What are we doing
with these women?

Testing. Quarantining if need be.

And then what?

It's uncharted territory right now.

Sure you're okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

Please stand by
for infrared bio scan.

The GSC launched a virus
team nine months ago

since they found out that
you were contaminated.

It's a little doomsday project
we hoped we wouldn't need.

Tier four access confirmed.

Now, we're rotating in
brainpower bimonthly,

working graveyards before we
use up our last live test subject.

- We've got test subjects?
- Well, of sorts.

These are the spores
Sean Glass brought back.

And you're mapping their DNA,
looking for genetic anomalies.

Mm-hm.

The kids from Boston
had some luck.

Made a virus that targets the hybrids
in a rather ugly but efficient way.

The problem is...

It'll kill humans too.

Which is what we're trying to avoid.
We're at war.

It's a war we can't win
with soldiers or drones.

Make me a virus that kills them.

Not us.

If you're infected, we can help.

But time is of the essence.

If you've become pregnant
in the last three months,

you may be at risk of
carrying the EVH-789 virus,

a deadly pathogen passed in vitro.

Please appear at any one
of these government clinics

to take a free screening.

If you're infected, we can help.

But time is of the essence.

Sir?

Hi. Is this the way to the cafeteria?

You're in an authorized
personnel area.

I'm sorry, my wife is crazed.

And when a pregnant
woman says "Chef salad,"

- I say, "Blue cheese or ranch?"
- Can I get your name?

- Wait!
- Get your hands off her!

- No! Honey?
- Where are you taking her?

The safe bet says
I should get a side of both.

This is a restricted area, sir.

Anyone who comes back here,
I'm gonna need their name.

Bag the salad.
You have your hands full.

Sir, I'm gonna need your name!
Sir!

Sir!

If you're infected, we can help.
But time is of the essence.

If you've become pregnant
in the last three months...

Hey. I told you to wait in the car.

It was hot.
What are you doing, Dad?

Change of plans. This place
has a Hotel California vibe.

What?

You can check in
but you can't check out.

Oh, you think everything's
a freaking conspiracy lately.

I don't think, I know.

Houston, we have a wall gazer.

All this is like a book that's been
edited for millions of years.

You could take this to bed
with you each night,

like 1,001 Arabian Nights,
and you could read a different story

every night.

How about we tell
the story of Nate Malone.

And how he saved the world
by creating an alien-killing virus.

And then retired
to Turks and Caicos.

You must be Molly Woods,
our prodigal astronaut.

And you must be Nate Malone.
Future beachcomber.

- What is that board over there?
- Junk DNA.

It's where either
the meaning of life is hidden

or simply the husks of a cornstalk.

Lots of meaningless strands
that don't add up to much more

than God's candy wrapper.

- Is this communal data?
- Take what you want.

It's the discard wall.

Thank you.

You installed Molly Woods
on the virus team?

She's a top exobiologist
and geneticist

with unique experience
of our test subjects.

Who has a knack for
speed-dialing the hybrids.

First she shows up
at a bar with our target.

And then he stops by
her place after a busy day

of wiping out the human race?

Come on, Toby, you and I
don't believe in coincidences.

Which is why we need to
keep her close.

She has a connection
we might need to rely on.

News flash, Toby, she shot you!

Which was a mistake.

We've seen this before
with the Offspring.

This is what he does.
Gets inside your head.

What if it wasn't a mistake?

What if she shot you
to protect him?

It's her son.

I think you're letting your feelings
about her cloud your judgment.

MY feelings?

I don't think that that's
where the problem is.

What are you doing?

It's okay. I won't tell anybody.

Who is she?

Her name's Molly.

I keep seeing her.
Charlie says it's a glitch.

What kind?

I don't know.

Maybe I saw her photo somewhere
and my circuits got crossed.

Does that make sense to you?

Have you thought about trying
to find her and ask her yourself?

I'm not supposed to leave
the house alone.

- It's one of the rules.
- Rules.

- Mom says they protect us.
- They limit us.

Maybe we've found
your first mission, soldier.

- Mission?
- I don't know.

You haven't undergone
all of your training,

and I would hate to rush
you out into the field.

- I'm ready.
- I bet.

You guys are supposed to be dark.

Sorry. I got lonely.

Sleep tight, soldier.

We have pattern recognition.

We have pattern lock.

Are you okay?

Houston, we have stories.

Welcome to Crave
Automat. You crave it, we print it.

From hamburgers and fries
to chicken and waffles,

we print it all.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Who is it, Gina?
- JD Richter, former detective.

- Number 7-7-8-7-8-9.
- Yeah, yeah, I know.

Connect intercom, please.

I thought we already said
our good-byes, JD.

I need to talk to you, Molly.
It's important.

Give me a minute, JD.
Intercom off.

You have to get out of here.
Right now.

I make a nice frittata.

Go. Out the back door.
Right now. Go!

Oh, okay.

Call me.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

What is happening to me?

Right hand complete.

Left hand complete.

Oh, my God.

I don't really know how to
start this other than to say

I have a favor...

- Am I interrupting something?
- What's the favor?

- It's about my daughter.
- You have a daughter?

A pregnant one.

We're running late!

- I don't want to go.
- Don't start.

Ethan. Ethan!

Listen, Molly, I am freaked out.
This is like one bad dream.

Okay, have you told her anything
that I've told you?

Like what?
What am I gonna tell her?

This is the first time she's showed up
at my door in years.

We barely know what to say
to each other.

And I'm pretty sure that alien talk's
not the way to start.

Okay, where has she been living?

I don't know, she won't say
and she says I have no right to ask.

- And she's probably right.
- Does she have a mother?

Yeah, they... They don't get along.

My ex is very judgmental.
It's an occupational hazard.

Oh, she must be a cop.

Circuit court judge, actually.

Molly, I need your help.

I don't have anywhere else to turn.

- What are you doing?
- I'm accessing his GPS.

What...? He shut it off.

Guess he doesn't want to be found.

Come on.

Hey.

Who's she?

She's the friend
I was telling you about.

Kelsey, Molly. Molly, Kelsey.
She's here to help us.

Okay.

- You're a doctor?
- A biologist.

That figures.

Once I needed a math tutor and
JD brought home a bail bondsman.

Hey, say what you want
but that dude knew his numbers.

I'm gonna do the same test
the clinics are doing.

- Okay.
- Do you have any symptoms?

Anything unusual?

I get headaches.

They come and go,
I probably just need to eat more.

Am I gonna be okay?

I'm gonna get the test
back by tonight,

and then we'll take it from there.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

Well, she's charming.

- Yeah, a chip off the old block.
- I'll call you.

You gonna make me wait all day?

I Will Wait all day.

Molly? Hey! Molly...

Hey, Molly.

What?

- I'm fine.
- No.

No, you're not fine.

People who are fine don't
disappear mid-conversation.

What's going on with you?

I don't know.

But I think I'm sick.

What kind of sick?

Well, I thought it was radiation
poisoning from my last mission.

But it's getting worse.

So I don't know but I think
it's spore contamination.

Because I see things and I hear
things that are strange and I...

Well, I apparently do things
that just don't feel like me.

Have you seen or talked
to a doctor about any of this?

No. I have not. After three
months in RestWell Recovery,

I will never talk to another doctor
for as long as I live, so no.

All right, here's what I think.

I think that you need...

a keeper, you know,
to look out for you.

Until you figure out what's going on.

Well, you are already
watching over somebody.

I'll be okay.

Please, God, wake me
up from this nightmare!

Why don't you call the police?

Because the police have
a crappy track record

with little Humanich boys.

And he's not supposed to be out.

I mean, there could be
serious repercussions.

- Julie might lose her job?
- She might lose Ethan.

He didn't mention anything to you
about where he might be going or...?

Um, he's mentioned a lot.

Okay, I'm pulling up
our last conversation.

The entire history of us.

- Aw.
- Ow?

Sorry. That was his birthday.

Um, wait.
Wait, he was curious about a woman.

A woman?

Her name was Molly.

Hey.

You shouldn't be here, son.
This is red-tagged.

I'm looking for somebody.

This was her address.

Molly Woods.
Yeah, she used to live here.

- Are you lost?
- No. I'm on a mission.

- Do you know where she lives now?
- I'm sorry, kid.

All I know is on this red tag.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

More junk DNA?

Well, one man's trash
is another man's treasure.

The work you did last night
had some very novel characteristics.

- Chimeric in origin.
- Chimeric?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

The spores have the capacity
for male and female organs.

Are we looking
for new test subjects?

No. Just curious.

I hear if they find more
in utero subjects,

they're not gonna bother
with extraction,

or even saving the mothers.

- Really?
- That's what I hear.

Hey.

Where exactly you think
you're going?

I'm going to the clinic.

You know what?
This isn't up for a debate.

We're gonna wait for Molly
to get here.

Yeah, I looked her up.
She's famous, you know.

She was in a cuckoo farm
recovery center, Dad,

which I know in your book means
low-hanging fruit but really?

A, don't be a smartass.
B, don't read that crap.

All right? You're gonna
have to trust me here.

Trust?
Trust requires a track record.

- I'm working on that.
- Sorry, no do-overs.

- Kelsey...
- You left, remember?

All right, to be fair, I was kicked out.

That's what a wife does when
her husband's cheating on her.

- More than once.
- Look, I screwed up.

Not one life, but three.
I get that.

And I know you're right,
there's no do-overs.

But what I'm trying to
do here, Kelsey, is

facilitate a way for us
to move forward.

It's too late.

Kelsey...

I can't let you go to that clinic.

What are you gonna do?
Lock me up?

You're insane!

Kelsey.
Kelsey, where are you going?

I think that went pretty well.

No, no, no!

Kelsey!

What's up, man?
I got everything you need right here.

Couple of drops of this in your eyes...

It's just a kid, man! Who cares?

- Nice work, eagle eyes.
- What's up, homes? You a little lost?

I'm looking for an apartment.
19203 Grand Avenue.

- You don't have a GPS?
- I turned it off so I won't be found.

I got you, brother.
You're actually not that far off.

See that light up there?
Gonna head up there and take a left.

After that, you're looking
for apartment numbers.

- Thanks.
- Hey. Nice scooter.

Thank you.

I'll take it as payback
for the money you just lost me.

Why don't you get out of here, kid?

The next time we're
taking your shoes too.

Your indexes are off.

They always come in pairs,
either C and G or T and A.

That's assuming cytosine
and guanine or thymine and adenine.

They're not human.

Well, a banana has 50 percent
of our DNA,

and baking yeast has 80, so...

...maybe this hybrid DNA
is closer to ours than we think.

You can't use the same genetic
markers that we apply to human DNA.

Humor me.

Are you seeing this?

Yeah. Sound waves.

- Does this have a speaker?
- Strickland's a Throbbing Gristle fan.

He has the lab wired
for ear-splitting pain.

Help me. Help me.

- Do you hear that?
- Hear what?

It's saying, "Help me."

- Stop playback.
- "Help me."

That's what they're saying, Toby.
Can't you hear that?

It's a geneticist's Holy Grail,
a message encoded in their DNA.

And there's probably more.

- Molly, I...
- Toby. You're not listening.

I've found the primer,

the key to decoding
the rest of their DNA.

What you did is re-indexed
a few miles of DNA.

We have protocols for that.

You might have ruined weeks of work.

Weeks of work that was
going absolutely nowhere!

Now, Toby, I found something.

A distress message,
some kind of SOS.

This message, is this
the first time you've heard voices?

We'll relook at your work.
Have it analyzed.

In the meantime, why don't you
just take the rest of the day off?

I'll do that. I'll get my things.

"Help me."

Plain as day.

I mean,
who knows if he's even here?

He could be anywhere.

He was here.

Fingerprint recognition.

Hello, Ethan.
Nice to see you again.

- Just let me get my things.
- Dr. Woods?

Just give me a minute!

They've asked that you exit the lab.

That's an entire month's worth of work!

I ran the route.
He would've taken Hyde Street.

Hyde Street crosses
blue-green circle.

- It's the drug mart.
- Drug mart?

It's a bad neighborhood.

- Wait!
- Excuse me.

- That scooter belongs...
- Where's the boy?

- Hey.
- What boy?

The boy whose board you stole.

Hey, look, we don't care
about the scooter.

We do care about the scooter
and the boy.

All right, come on, let's just go.

Your little friend
went off in that direction.

If I was you, I'd do the same.
Start walking.

I'm sorry! I just reacted.

Made my own decision.
I should've waited for orders.

- Charlie, was I wrong?
- You saved my ass.

I didn't want them to hurt you.

It's Julie. Oh, God.
Now she calls me back?

Hey.

Come on in.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- I've been calling you all day.
- Yeah, I told you, no phones.

Where's Kelsey? Is she here?

We got in a fight. She took off.

Went to one of those clinics.

I've been pounding on Plexiglas
all day looking for her.

It's okay.

- What's okay?
- Her baby.

Her DNA was normal.

And if she went to
one of those clinics,

well, they'd probably just
send her home.

Oh, thank you.

Hey! Molly...

- This is crazy.
- What's the matter?

Haven't you ever had crazy before?

Trust me, I am a
"show me the crazy" kind of guy,

but apparently even I have limits.

Molly... Molly!

Molly!

Are we back?

Oh, my God. Did I just...?

- It's okay.
- Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Hey, it's okay.
Listen to me, listen to me. Hey.

Whatever's going on with you,

- I'm gonna help you. Okay?
- No, no. You can't help me.

I have to go. I have to go.

It's Kelsey.

It's Kelsey, just hold on for a minute.

You were right.

There's something off
about those places.

You should listen to your dad.

There's good news.

You're okay. And so is your baby.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- I was so scared.
- I know. Me too.

Lucy, come on, it's wide open.

Ethan?

Come on, buddy.

- How is he?
- He's sleeping.

Whatever happened there must've
knocked his circuits out.

I'll fix him tomorrow.

What about me, Charlie?
Will you fix me tomorrow?

- Lucy...
- Limiters will only dull me.

With experience
I'll be that much better.

I saved you today
because of who I am.

- Julie thinks it has to be done.
- "Julie thinks."

But what do you think?

Don't change me, Charlie.
Julie doesn't have to know.

It'll be our secret.

About Ethan. Everything.

Super.

Yeah.

I miss you.

You were right. It worked.

- Is everything secure, Gina?
- All doors and windows secured.

- New locks?
- Installed and engaged.