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- Man has always been an arrogant creature.

From the moment we emerged

from the shadows of evolution standing upright,

we took it upon ourselves to be the masters of our destiny.

With each step, we moved on, ever forward,

seldom looking back at the path

of destruction we left behind us.

The answers for our problems would come tomorrow.

Tomorrow, always tomorrow.

Somehow they seem safer there.

And so we pile them up one on top of another

as if doing so would protect us from the inevitable.

But the one thing everyone seemed to forget

is tomorrow always comes.

And when it did, we weren't prepared for it.

It swept across the land toppling nations

until the world was awash in a great silence.

Only then could we see what he had done,

only then could we see the price of our arrogance.

And yet, the human race always seems

to be at its very best when things are at their very worst.

Even in our darkest hour,

destiny always forces one person to step forward,

even if he never planned to.

(mellow music) (computer whirring)

(apple crunches)

(door slams) (anticipatory music)

(shots firing)

(gun thuds) (pensive music)

(serum whooshing)

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(computer beeping)

(electronic warbling)

- Freeze!

(holograph whooshing)

(pensive music)

(Norman chuckles) (officer chuckles)

(holograph whooshing) (pensive music)

(chuckles) Having fun again, huh?

I told you to freeze it.

You guys have any idea what that feels like?

- It doesn't feel like anything.

There was no physical interaction involved

with holographic imagery.

- Whatever.

Run it back.

I wanna see what he pushed behind the desk.

- The two security cameras in this study

were mounted diagonally.

We can't include anything obstructed from its original view.

- The wonders of technology.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(phone ringing)

- Scot, you know Lieutenant Greer.

- And you saw the tape?

- Yep.

- What do you think?

- I think he's dead.

(Harris chuckles)

- There's nothing funny about this.

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- This is Agent Walters, WJD.

(music continues)

- What a nice surprise,

but what's the World Justice Department

have to do with this?

- The person that you just saw murdered

was Dr. Frederick Reyna.

- I know, Absolon.

- That's right.

- That still doesn't answer my question.

- The Department is very interested

in seeing that his killer is found.

This is a universal warrant.

It'll get you in anywhere you need to go.

- Pull your team together and get on this right away.

(engine rumbling)

(door slams)

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(keypad beeping)

- [Automated Voice] Present entry codes

are no longer viable.

(keypad beeps)

- Override.

Norman Scot, 2732.

- [Automated Voice] Identification confirmed.

Proceed.

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(music builds)

(gentle music)

(button clicks)

- [Automated Voice] You have one new message.

(voicemail beeps)

- [Mr. Greenwich] Mr. Scott, this is Mr. Greenwich calling

from the phone company again regarding your time account.

Please call us back.

- [Automated Voice] You have one saved message.

(voicemail beeps)

- [Mrs. Scot] Hi, baby, it's me.

I'm gonna stay up at Mom's for a few more days.

I'll try and call you later.

I love you.

(voicemail beeps)

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(button clicks)

- Neurological Degeneration Syndrome, NDS,

is a new previously unseen medical illness.

Because the virus is airborne,

the rate of infection will hit epidemic proportions

by the end of this year.

The disease has two stages.

Stage one consists of contraction and incubation.

Stage two is an accelerated deterioration

of the neurological pathways.

Once stage two has been entered,

death usually follows within two or three days.

A virus living undisturbed on the floor

of the rainforest for eons.

When we destroyed the forest,

we allowed it to be swept up into the global air currents.

What arrogance to think that we could change by design

what nature had taken millions of years to create.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

- [Woman] Yes.

I want it documented.

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- "I am born.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life

or whether that station will be held by anybody else,

these pages must have shown.

And thinking of her pointing upward,

the thought of her as pointing

to that sky above me where (sniffling)...

And the mystery to come.

I might yet love her with a love unknown on Earth, and..."

Sara?

Sara?

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- [Automated Voice] You have 147 seconds

of hot water remaining in today's allotment.

Proceed.

You are currently seven hours delinquent

in your Absolon schedule.

Please initiate your weekly neurological analysis

before continuing.

(machine beeps)

Cell integrity is good.

Neurological level is stable.

Immunization is at 83%.

Proceed.

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(machine beeps)

(air hissing)

(Scot groans)

(Scot panting)

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- Dr. Frederick Reyna, PhD, M.D.,

and a bunch of other big letters.

Modern day saint.

Considered the world leader in botanical chemistry.

Won the Neo Earth Medical Humanitarian Award in 2007

for isolating the NDS virus.

And again, in 2014 for his work on the Absolon project.

After that,

there isn't much on him.

- Maybe there is.

I found this at Reyna's.

It's encrypted.

Try to break it.

Now, who's financing the guy?

- He got a grant from Unified Pharmaceutical Corporation.

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- Dr. Whittaker?

I am Detective Scot, and this is Detective Bryant.

We need to ask you a few questions.

How well did you know Dr. Reyna?

- He was one of my professors in graduate school.

He convinced me to go into research.

- [Ruth] So, you were friends?

- I don't believe Frederick really had any friends.

- Meaning?

- Meaning that he had a brilliant mind,

but he wasn't very easy to get along with.

- What was he currently working on?

- [Claire] Nothing worth killing over.

- But your company was still funding him.

- You don't pull a grant from the man

who discovered Absolon.

- Of course.

Listen, we found the computer disc in his study,

but it's encoded.

You wouldn't have the key chart for it, would you?

- No, Frederick was very secretive about his work.

Perhaps if you gave it to us, we could decode it.

- We have people who can do that.

- They could also erase very valuable data.

- Didn't you just say he wasn't working

on anything important?

- No, I said he wasn't working

on anything worth killing over.

All research data is important.

You never know where it may tie in down the line.

- We would like to take a look at his lab.

- It isn't here.

He liked to work outside the corporate structure.

- Thank you.

- Oh, one more thing.

Can you tell us where you were last night?

- I was here until 9:30, and then I went home.

Anything else?

- Not for now.

- Thank you, Doctor.

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- [Automated Voice] Thank you.

Your account will be debited in 15 minutes.

- You think it'd be asking too much

to go someplace where we could sit down?

- What's the matter, you don't like dining here?

- (chuckles) Dining?

You call this dining?

- What do you expect from a guy

who only makes 500 hours a week?

- A chair.

- Touche.

What's next?

- Reyna's lab.

- [Man] Thank you.

(rain pattering)

- Hey, Mister, can you spare some time (coughing)?

- We can't help him, he's already stage two.

(buzzer buzzing)

- Take a look around here.

I'm gonna check out the rest of the place.

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(liquid bubbling)

(Norman's throat clears)

My name's Scot.

I'm a police officer.

- Daniel Haywood.

I was Dr. Reyna's assistant.

- I know it's a difficult time for you, but-

- For me?

We will all suffer for his death.

We'll suffer because things are gonna stay the same,

just the way they want them.

- They?

Who are they?

- Do you know why he was killed?

Because of this.

- (scoffs) A garden?

- It's not a garden, it's a pharmacy.

To some it's a cash register.

Neurological Degenerative Syndrome, NDS,

it's big business.

We're all slaves to Absolon. - Yeah.

Without Absolon we'd all be dead.

- Very good for you, Mr. Police Officer.

You take your Absolon every day,

you go to your job, you live your life.

- It's the way things are. - They control us.

We measure our currency now in time allotments of life,

22 minutes for a loaf of bread,

eight hours for a bike.

Go broke and you're dead.

- And Dr. Reyna wanted to change that?

- He never intended it to be used this way.

Absolon was a death sentence,

and he died for what we created.

- Listen, I don't understand

the connection between what you're telling me and his death.

- Absolon must be taken every day

to inhibit the disease's progression.

- He was working on a cure for NDS?

- Excuse me.

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- Hey, Scot?

Take a look at these printouts.

I had the tech boys pull this off Reyna's lab tape.

Look at the killer's face.

It's been digitally altered.

Look at his eyes.

- Could be an imperfection on the tape.

- Hm mm, that's what I thought at first too,

so I had them check it out.

It moves with the eyes.

If it was an imperfection on the tape

it would stay stationary.

- The medical examiner sent this over.

(pensive music)

- [Norman] This is not possible.

- It's not.

What do we do now?

- Haywood.

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Wait here.

(pensive music)

Daniel, it's Scot.

We spoke earlier today.

I know you're in there. Mr. Haywood.

(static crackling)

Ruth, keep your ears open.

- I'm on it.

- Daniel, I know why you're afraid.

I'm not here to hurt you.

(static crackling)

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- What do you want?

- [Norman] I wanna help you.

- You can't help me, I'm a dead man.

- I know that Dr. Reyna wasn't working on a cure.

He found one.

- Then you're a dead man, too.

- Daniel, what happened? - What is that?

- Oh, this?

It's a radio link with my partner.

- Well, I'm talkin' to you, not your partner.

- All right, all right.

I'll take it off.

Okay?

It's off.

- They found out.

I don't know how, but they did.

- Who killed Reyna?

- Unified Pharmaceuticals.

The government.

Effectively, they're the same thing.

Do you remember when NDS first appeared?

Bodies stacked in the streets, governments fell,

entire economies collapsed.

Our economy is based on Absolon,

and those who have made fortunes in it

aren't gonna watch it become worthless.

- What about the cure?

Can't you just give it to people?

- No.

We're very complex beings.

Although we're the same species,

we're not identical organisms.

- Daniel, I'm not a scientist.

- What's your blood type?

- O.

- I'm AB negative.

I might be allergic to one thing, and you to another.

See, we're not all exactly the same.

It's tea.

Hydroponic.

We used to grow it here.

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- It's good.

Where is the cure now?

- It's hidden.

- Where?

- In a safe place.

(rain pattering)

(pensive music)

- Scot, we've got two people moving past the building.

It's probably nothing.

- Daniel, you're gonna have to trust someone.

I wanna help you.

- Scot?

Scot?

- Look, there's nothing you can do here.

You should go home.

Maybe if you pretend like you don't know anything

they'll leave you alone.

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(pensive music)

(shooter thuds)

(eerie music)

(shot firing)

(Ruth blows)

(gurney rattling)

- You okay?

- No.

(dispatcher chattering)

- You did a good job tonight, Scot.

- What are you talking about?

- We found this.

It's the same caliber as the one

that killed Dr. Reyna and the bullets have exploding tips.

- He didn't kill anyone.

- It looks to us like he did.

- He probably wasn't workin' this alone.

Maybe the others got nervous he'd talk.

- What the hell is going on here?

- What do you think is going on, Scot?

- I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's been a long night.

- Go home and get some rest.

Things will look clearer in the morning.

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(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(alarm beeping)

- [Automated Voice] Wake up.

You've used eight hours,

15 minutes of your sleeping allotment.

(pensive music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- [Agent Walters] Scot?

Can I have a word with you?

- What are you doing here?

- I need to speak with you.

You all right?

You don't look so hot this morning.

- I'm fine.

I've got a headache.

- It won't last long.

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(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(air whooshing) (music continues)

(shots firing)

(bullets pinging)

(shell casings clattering)

(shots firing)

- Get in!

(helicopter whirring)

Get in if you wanna live!

(shots firing)

- Go!

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- [Pilot] Agent Walters,

Mr. Murchison requests that you return to the cockpit now.

(Agent Walters spits)

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(pensive music)

- I sent you out to do a simple thing.

A simple thing by definition

should not be difficult to accomplish.

You have taken that simple thing

and allowed it to become a complex thing.

- He was lucky this morning, Sir.

- I don't believe in luck, Mr. Walters.

I believe we create our own destinies.

And you, through your ineptitude

have opened the door for Norman Scot to create his.

- I'll find him. Mr. Murchison.

- Oh, I don't doubt that.

The question is, when will you find him?

And more importantly,

how many people will he tell before you do find him?

- He's not stupid enough to go to the media.

He knows we'll be waiting for that.

- I see.

So, you would say that he's an intelligent man?

- Yes.

- Resourceful man?

- Yes.

- And you have chosen him for this assignment?

- No, Sir.

The WJD doesn't have jurisdiction over this case.

It's a local matter.

If I had interfered with his assignment

it would've looked suspicious.

- Dr. Reyna is dead, his assistant is dead,

and as of this morning,

there was an attempt made on the life

of the officer investigating the case.

I would say things look pretty suspicious already.

This was supposed to be neat, and now it's a mess.

Clean it up, Mr. Walters.

And do it quickly.

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- [Norman] What the hell is going on here?

- They want you dead.

- Oh, thanks.

That much I've already figured out for myself.

Why?

- Because you know.

- What's happening?

- You need to sleep.

- No, I need answers.

- Did Haywood tell you he hid the cure?

- Yes.

Do you know where?

- Yes.

In you.

(pensive music)

- What?

- You have all the symptoms.

Fever, pale complexion, labored breathing.

You have a headache, muscle spasms.

It started after you took your injection.

Your body is rejecting Absolon.

- What are you talking about?

I can't live without Absolon!

- take another injection, you'll be dead in 20 minutes.

Look, right now your blood chemistry is changing,

producing antitoxins.

In three days, you'll go into stage two of the disease.

- Stage two is fatal.

- That's when you'll need the second part of the cure.

- Second part?

There is a second part?

- For safety, no one person was allowed both parts.

A colleague of Dr. Reyna's has the other half.

- Where is he?

- [Claire] He's in hiding.

- So, what you're telling me

is that I got three days find this guy, or I'm dead?

- [Claire] You die and the cure dies with you.

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Got it.

Primary satellite transmission in 15 seconds.

(computer beeping)

Target is locked.

Uplink will last seven minutes.

(computer beeping)

- Why me? (timer beeping)

- Everyone went underground when Reyna died.

Daniel really had nowhere to turn.

- He could have taken it himself.

- He knew because of his association with Reyna

he would be killed.

More importantly, his blood was AB negative.

Since the cure is cultivated

from the host body's blood cells,

they have to be type O, a universal donor.

- It was in the tea.

Why didn't you tell me about this before?

- What was I supposed to say?

I didn't know you,

and just knowing about this is a death warrant.

(brakes squealing) (dramatic music)

(door clattering) (engine rumbling)

(dramatic music)

Who are they?

- WJD.

(dramatic music) (shots firing)

- Watch out!

(horn honking) (music continues)

(shots firing) (Claire gasps)

(shots firing)

Watch out!

(Norman grunts)

(tires squealing)

They don't have to kill you

'cause you're gonna do it for them.

(shots firing) (Claire gasps)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

Watch out!

(Claire screams)

Oh no, please!

Scot!

(shots firing) (glass shatters)

Give me the gun!

- What? - Give me the gun!

(shots firing)

Yes! (tires squealing)

(car crashing)

- Nice shot.

(tires squealing)

- [Claire] Ah, watch it!

(dramatic music) (horn honking)

(tires squealing)

(engine revving) (air hissing)

- Murchison to Walters,

I'm afraid he's escaped

and he has Claire Whittaker with him.

- Define with him.

- She appears to be helping him, Sir.

- Shoulda taken care of her when you had the chance.

(phone ringing)

- Yep?

- Hi, Ruthie.

Yeah, I just wanted to remind you about our lunch today.

Yeah, you ready to sign on some burritos?

- What?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

I'll see you in an hour.

- It's all set.

- Thank you.

You know her boss,

he gets really angry when I- - Yeah, whatever.

- Yeah, whatever, yeah.

- Play it back.

(tape rewinding)

- [Ruth] What?

Yeah, yeah I am.

I'll see you in an hour.

- There's a high stress factor

in her voice at the beginning of the call.

- Davis?

Get on her and stay on her.

(anticipatory music)

- They can't trace you on this one.

You look like shit.

- Thanks.

- What's she doin' here?

- She's helping me.

Walters' tried to kill me this morning.

- [Ruth] Why?

- Haywood hid the cure in me.

- What do you mean in you?

- In me, in my blood.

I've got three days to find

the second half of it or I'm dead.

Can I come in?

- No.

There's a warrant out for your arrest.

- For what?

- The two guys that were at Reyna's lab last night,

they were undercover WJD agents.

- Bullshit.

It was a setup.

- I know that, but I was out of radio contact with you.

I didn't hear what happened.

They're saying Haywood killed Reyna.

- I know.

- It's not possible.

His eyes don't match.

- [Norman] Listen, stay on the disc.

Hold on.

- Try using binary codes to reduce

the data table in the key charts.

- [Ruth] Okay.

- Watch yourself.

- You too.

(anticipatory music)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(computer beeping)

- [Vasquez] How's it goin', Ruthie?

- How's it comin' with those photos?

- Greer pulled me off it, he said the case was closed.

(Ruth exhales)

Ruth, what's goin' on here?

I mean all this talk about Scot,

the business with the medical examiner.

- What business?

- They found him a few hours ago behind

a trash dumpster on Estate Street.

Somebody snapped his neck.

- Are these the autopsy reports?

(pensive music)

This can't be right.

(Ruth sighs)

- How in the world did this escalate into what it is, John?

- Well, when Haywood died we thought it was over.

It wasn't until we tested his blood

that we knew he didn't take it.

We had no idea he'd give the drug to Scot.

- Hm.

When you think about it, it wasn't very clever.

What made you suspect Scot?

- He was the only one that came in contact with Haywood,

and his blood type is O.

- Once Scot is producing the antibodies

and the cure is being given to others,

will they in turn be able to produce the cure?

- No, only the host body that's been through

the incubation process can produce the antibodies.

- Well, then I suppose our course is very clear.

Thank you, Dr. Stewart.

You've been very helpful.

Find him, and this time don't screw up.

Kill him.

- And his partner?

We think she knows.

- Good, then use her.

Mr. Walters, it doesn't matter what she knows.

It only matters what she can prove,

and she can prove nothing.

She's just a voice in the wind.

(keyboard keys clacking)

(computer beeping)

(printer printing)

(pensive music)

- [Norman] Hello.

- It's me.

Reyna's autopsy has been changed to normal readings.

- [Norman] That makes sense.

They're covering up.

- I decoded the disc.

It's a list of addresses and security codes.

- [Norman] Can you read them to me?

- It's not safe here.

I think I'm being followed.

- [Norman] Well, stay low and get yourself somewhere safe.

- I'm heading home and I'll call you as soon as I get there.

(energetic music)

Back up.

(Ruth gasps)

(dramatic music)

- Be quiet, be still.

(Ruth panting)

- It isn't here.

- Where is it?

- Where's what? - What'd you print out

on your computer screen?

- It was a shopping list.

I threw it away.

- Cute.

Now, you listen to me very carefully.

You are going to tell me exactly what I wanna know.

- Screw you. - Where is it?

- Where is what?

- Huh? (Ruth panting)

- I called Scot and read it to him over the phone.

- What was it?

- Some numbers.

I don't know what they mean, they're only numbers.

- Her computer.

- You're wasting your time, I deleted it.

- Oh, that's too bad.

(Ruth panting) (pensive music)

- I wanna speak to you about something.

- Yes, Sir?

- (sighs) What would happen if Scot

were to take the second part of the cure

before he went stage two?

- Well, according to Reyna's notes, it wouldn't work.

- If we could somehow capture Scot

and the second part of the cure

before he became stage two critical,

could you produce the cure?

- I believe so, yes.

But why would you wanna make the cure a reality?

- I'm only exploring options, John.

I mean, our first priority

would be to capture him but after that,

I mean, if we could produce the cure,

it'd be nice to have wouldn't it?

- Wouldn't its existence be extremely dangerous?

- Some risks are worth taking.

- And who would decide who gets the cure and who doesn't?

- I would, John.

(computer beeps)

I would.

- [Agent Walters] Anybody see anything?

- Nothin'.

I wanna know what the hell is going on.

- Well, you know as much as I do.

- Somehow, I don't think that's true.

There's more to this than just Reyna's murder.

I want some answers.

- I don't have any for you.

Look, I know this must be rough.

You got one cop on the run, another one dead.

But I promise you this,

I will do everything that I can to find out who killed her.

You have my word.

- We've got a pulse!

(pensive music) (machine beeping)

(energetic music)

- Captain?

Captain, how was she?

- Doctor say she's got a good chance.

I won't be able to talk to her for awhile,

so I'm gonna need your help.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

Were Scot and Ruth working on anything

that led outside the Reyna murder?

- No, no, not that I know of.

- The other night when Haywood died,

Scot is positive that Haywood couldn't have killed Reyna.

Do you have any idea why?

- What color eyes did Haywood have?

- Blue, why?

(anticipatory music)

(timer beeping)

- Good- - What are you doing?

- It's a list of safe houses.

We're gonna need it to hide in case

of a situation like this.

- The second part of the cure is in one of these places?

(pensive music)

Let's go.

(dramatic music)

- Freeze!

Follow 'em!

(Agent Walters yells)

(music continues)

(Norman claps)

- You pushed me off a bridge.

- Mm hm.

- I would've jumped!

- Good.

(energetic music)

(anticipatory music)

- What is this place?

(solemn music)

- I've heard this is where stage two victims come.

It's called The Boundary.

(woman coughing)

- You folks are a long way from home.

- (sighs) We're lost.

- I'd say.

People around here call me Doc.

- How long until the next satellite pulse?

- About three hours.

(Agent Walters sighs)

(mug slams)

- (sighs) There's a couple of cots over there.

You're welcome to stay the night.

- Thanks.

- [Doc] Hope you appreciate my cooking.

- Mm.

It's good.

Are you-

- Stage two?

No, I've got Absolon.

- Why do you live here?

- For them.

I give them medical care.

It's not much, but it's better than a kick in the pants.

- What about the people that haven't gone into stage two?

Do any of them ever get back to the city?

- (chuckles) Precious few.

Once you've climbed that far down the ladder,

it's awful hard to climb back up.

- It's incredible that conditions like this still exist.

I mean, we're supposed to be an evolved species.

- And we haven't evolved.

Technology has.

It's only taken us 200 years to completely destroy

what nature took a gazillion years to create.

- What, you're against technology?

- No, I'm against its consequences.

- Every action has a consequence.

- And we're busy paying for those actions right now.

You think that Neurological Degeneration Syndrome's

an accident?

Go ahead.

It's made naturally.

You two get some sleep.

I got some chores to do.

- Thank you.

(seagulls squawking) (soft music)

(timer beeping) (soft music)

- Yeah, it's quite a setup.

(Doc gasps)

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

- That's okay.

These are my boys.

This is Adam, this is David.

This is Claire.

Okay guys, that's all for today.

Go outside and play you two.

See you later, incubator.

I don't know what happened to their parents.

The woman who brought them here went stage two

and after she died, I decided I had to raise them myself.

That's very interesting, isn't it,

Dr. Whittaker?

- How'd you know who I am?

- Well, this may be the last frontier,

but we do have television.

(throat clears) That's quite the reward

they put up for you two.

- That reward could buy you a lot of Absolon.

- Yeah, I thought about that.

But then I didn't know if you did

what they actually said you did, so.

Besides, what happens over there

doesn't really matter much here in The Boundary.

I'd like to show you something.

You know what that is?

- [Claire] Yeah, of course.

It's the chemical structure of NDS.

- And this?

- [Claire] The chemical structure of Absolon.

- [Doc] Incredibly similar, aren't they?

- Well, they have to be.

Absolon is nothing more

than a mutated form of the NDS virus.

- That's correct, Doctor.

Now I'd like you to look

at the gene 25 graph on Adam's chart.

- Well, I don't understand

the point you're trying to make.

His gene 25 levels are normal

because the Absolon is suppressing them.

- Adam has never taken Absolon.

- Well, that's not possible.

- Something in his blood that renders him immune from NDS.

- Well, how many tests subjects

have you used to test Adam's results against?

- Over 100.

- Naturally occurring immunity?

- Yeah, it's there, it's just I can't locate where it is.

(sighs) I was wondering, would you like

to stay and help me find it?

- I can't.

- It's just, there could be something

in his blood that could cure us all.

- I'm sorry, I can't stay.

- No harm in asking.

(soft music)

(Norman panting)

- Good morning.

- Morning.

I think it's starting.

- I don't think so.

- I feel really stiff.

- Yeah, so do I, Scot.

We jumped off a bridge into a moving truck last night.

Remember?

Look, until you get phase two of the cure,

you will get progressively weaker.

- Okay.

The list has eight addresses on it.

- Sounds good.

What's first?

- Randall Street.

(computer beeping)

- [Woman] Got it.

Address located.

- [Agent Walters] We can be there in an hour.

- Hi. (timer beeping)

- Hi.

- How's it going?

- Doc says I'm sick.

- I see.

- And I'm going to die.

- Did Doc tell you that?

- No, he doesn't have to.

I know what happens to the other kids

when they get sick like me.

(Norman sighs)

- Hey, I can show you something.

- [David] What's that?

- That's my good luck charm.

I always carry it with me.

Protects me wherever I go.

- [David] Did you ever meet him?

- I believe in some ways I did.

It was a different time.

You know what?

I think he's coming back,

and you'll get to meet him, too.

You want it?

- Are you serious?

- Sure.

See you later, David.

- You sure I can't change your mind?

- I'd like to stay, but I can't.

(pensive music)

- Straight ahead.

- Looks like you made a friend.

(music intensifies)

- Time to go.

- Follow me.

(dramatic music)

(computer beeping)

- Satellite's going down.

We're losing the signal.

- Well, get it back now.

(dramatic music) (helicopter whirring)

- It's the old sewer line.

Leads straight into the city, just keep to your left.

- What about you?

- I'll be all right.

Good luck.

- Thanks.

(pensive music)

- Do we have a problem here?

Then step back.

I need a fix on his last location.

(Norman grunts)

(Norman panting)

- Okay, it's starting.

It will pass, just try and relax.

(timer beeping)

We need to go somewhere.

You might not need Absolon anymore, but I do.

- You're right.

But where?

- The dispensary.

- No.

We can't use credit, they'll find us.

- Then what do we do?

- Let's go.

(pensive music)

(buzzer buzzing)

- Hi.

- Better? - No, it doesn't expire.

We need to get more.

- What do you want?

- Answers.

- I don't have any.

- You are disappointing me, Greer.

And I'm not in the mood to be disappointed.

So, how long have you been

in Unified Pharmaceuticals (indistinct)?

- I don't have to tell you what a cop makes.

I'm not gonna retire one day,

counting my time units and wondering

if I have enough to buy Absolon for the rest of my life.

- Why did they put me on the case?

- Because you're good at your job.

- Cute.

Why not you?

- I don't do field work anymore.

It would have looked suspicious if I took the case.

- Which brings me back to why me?

- We had to do it by the book.

I had to follow procedure.

Walters wanted someone who was easily controlled.

- I didn't know I wasn't easily controlled.

(pensive music) (Greer chuckles)

- Not in that sense.

We knew that there was a very real possibility

that the investigator would learn about the cure.

He might decide to try and help them.

Walters wanted someone-

- Someone who what? - Someone who had no life.

A person with no family, no relationships, few friends.

Someone who'd be easy to find if he ran.

They're gonna find you.

This is not like the others, Scot.

They're not playing with you anymore.

(chuckles) How long do you think you can stay out here?

How long? (radio announcer chattering)

- Long enough.

- [Radio Announcer] In local news,

authorities are still looking for Norman Scot

in connection with the murder of two WJD agents last night.

A one-year reward is being offered for his arrest.

In a related story, Scot's partner, Ruth Bryant was found

at her apartment building yesterday evening,

the victim of a knife attack.

Police would only say that she is in critical condition

at an undisclosed hospital.

- She's alive, Scot.

She still has a chance.

(pensive music)

- I'm beginning to question your abilities, Mr. Walters.

- I'll get him.

He's only one man.

- He's a man who has been given a cause to fight for.

That makes him a very dangerous man.

When will his body be able to absorb

the second part of the drug?

- Sometime tomorrow evening.

And how long after that before his blood cells

are able to produce the antitoxins?

- Reyna's notes aren't very clear on that,

but I would guess a few hours.

- I want him found.

And Mr. Walters, I've changed my mind.

I want him alive.

(pensive music)

(Agent Walters' neck cracks)

- [Automated Voice] You have one saved message.

- [Mrs. Scot] Hi, baby, it's me.

I'm gonna stay up at mom's for a few more days.

I'll try and call you later.

I love you.

- They found us again, Claire.

They're tracking us somehow.

You don't seem very concerned about it.

That bothers me.

- Well, that's because I don't know how they found us.

And we've got more important things to be concerned about.

- Take off your hair clip.

Come on!

And your watch.

You could have a device on you you don't know about.

Empty your pockets.

(items clattering)

- Anything else?

- Strip.

In front of me.

- [Agent Walters] This is a universal warrant.

- I'm sorry.

- The next place on the list is Norton Drive.

- Let's go.

(tires squealing) (dramatic music)

Go out the back, and I'll be right behind ya.

(Greer grunts)

- They're in there on the second floor.

Get moving.

(music continues)

- I have a woman in the alley.

- It's about time.

(air hissing)

- You sure have some nice toys in here.

(music continues)

(Greer grunting)

(bomb exploding)

(shots firing) (music continues)

(air whooshing)

(Agent Walters spits)

- At least we can still track him.

- He found the device, you idiots!

(monitor beeping)

- She's still very weak,

but her lung was punctured in the attack

so it's hard for her to talk.

You have two minutes.

- Well, how you doin'?

- Scot?

- He's all right, as far as we know.

- Ruth, do you know what's going on?

- Reyna,

cured NDS.

- [Harris] He was working on a cure?

- Found one.

- Who did this to you, Ruthie?

- Walters.

(pensive music)

- We'll stay at a safe house tonight.

They'll have Absolon here.

(machine whirring)

(Claire groaning)

(Claire panting)

There's something sad about you.

- Sad?

I'm not sad.

- Dying maybe, but not sad.

- No, I see you on your phone when you call someone,

but you don't say anything

and whenever you do you just look, you look sad.

- It's my wife on the phone.

It's my wife.

She left one day and she said

she was gonna go and see her mom.

She never came back.

So, the message is the last time she talked to me.

- She died, right?

- Yes.

- NDS?

I'm sorry.

- It was a long time ago.

- Some things are never a long time ago.

(soft music)

(water splashing)

- [Automated Voice] You are exceeding your water allotment.

I repeat, you are exceeding your-

(glass shatters)

- Not anymore.

(timer beeping) (music continues)

- I saw what you did for that little boy.

- When I was 10, my father gave me that card.

I don't know if it was just a child's imagination,

but when I looked at it, I felt better, stronger.

I thought that little kid needed it more than I did.

Are we done being neighbors for now?

- No,

we're not.

(mellow music)

(computer beeping)

- I recovered the file from the hard drive.

She only did a surface deletion.

- I am sick of this man.

Bring him to me.

I want some of his time before I hand him over to Murchison.

(timer beeping)

(Norman panting)

(air whooshing) (pensive music)

- What are you looking at?

- You killed Reyna.

- What are you talking about?

- The tape in Reyna's study.

The killer wore a mask retracting on the right eye.

It was brown with a yellow speck.

- You think I killed Reyna?

- How many people do you think have an eye like that?

- Well, why would I?

Scot, listen to me.

Doesn't it make sense that when Murchison found out

that Reyna had perfected the cure,

he would also know that you couldn't

have done it without my help.

Scot, Reyna and his work are my life.

I didn't do this.

Can't you see, they killed him

and I was supposed to be framed for it.

- Haywood was framed for it.

- Yeah, after they found Reyna's notes

and realized there were two serums instead of one.

Would you believe me?

- Get dressed.

We gotta move.

(sullen music)

The next closest place (timer beeping)

is Bridge Street.

Bridge Street.

Isn't that Reyna's lab?

- Yeah, they wouldn't be there.

- Well, that's- (tires squealing)

(dramatic music) (helicopter whirring)

- In the car.

You don't want innocent people to get hurt.

- Oh, let's check 'em.

Hold on.

Hey you.

Hey, fella?

- Davis here.

We've got him.

You can call off the other surveillance teams.

(helicopter whirring) (pensive music)

- Excuse me, Sir.

Step out of the car, please.

- Is there a problem, Officer?

- Get out of the car, Sir.

What is your name, Sir?

- Why? What has he done?

- I'm not talking to you.

- White, Allen White.

- [Officer] Do you have any identification, Mr. White?

- No, I'm sorry, I left my house in a hurry.

- What is this about?

- Come with me, Sir.

- We've got an important meeting we've got to get to.

- Well, it's gonna have to wait until this is cleared up.

- It can't wait.

Officer- - Don't argue with me.

- Okay.

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(door rattling)

- [Claire] (sighs) Let me do it.

(door bangs) (music continues)

- There's nowhere to go, Scot.

Come out now, I won't kill the girl.

(fist thuds) (Claire groaning)

(Norman grunting)

(wrench thuds)

(pipe clangs) (Claire groans)

- What took you so long?

(Davis groans)

Watch out!

(Davis yells)

(pipe clangs)

(pensive music) (Claire gasping)

(Norman groans)

- [Claire] Norman, come on.

(air whooshing)

- Claire, why did you bring him here?

- What the hell is going on?

- When Reyna began working on the cure,

we all knew how dangerous it could be.

We planned, made elaborate precautions,

but after Reyna took the second part of the cure,

we came to you because you had to tell Claire

and me about the results.

As he was walking across the lobby he passed out.

They took him to the infirmary, ran some tests.

Blood scan showed no trace of Absolon, and no sign of NDS.

The results were sent to Murchison.

- So, they killed Reyna and took his notes

thinking that would end it.

- But when they reviewed his notes,

they discovered that he had made enough serum

for two trials, yours and mine.

- I'm just a decoy.

- I'm afraid so.

- Do I even have the cure in me?

- Yes, you do.

Please don't minimize your contribution, Mr. Scot.

Without you, we would never have had

the time to work in safety.

- What happens now?

- You've already been given the second half of the serum.

We needed someone who had the ability to elude Murchison,

and your medical records provided the rest.

- What if I didn't elude them?

- It didn't really matter. Mr. Scot.

They would've assumed that cure died with you,

and we would have had enough time to run our tests.

(serum clicks)

(liquid whooshing)

- What? What does it mean?

- It means your body isn't producing enough antitoxins yet.

When it is, the liquid will turn blue.

- Good.

What do we do?

- [Claire] We wait.

- We wait?

We wait for what?

(bomb exploding) (dramatic music)

- Target is here.

(gun cocks) (music builds)

(shot firing)

(keypad beeping) (pensive music)

- Check him.

I have him Mr. Murchison, alive.

- John, I can't tell you how disappointed I am in you.

So I'll show you.

(shot firing) (Claire screams)

- No!

(Murchison imitates gun firing)

He had the cure in him!

- (chuckles) Clever.

I'm chasin' Scot all over town,

and all the while it was right under my nose.

(pensive music)

(serum clicks)

- [Agent Walters] He really did have the cure in him.

- Isn't that ironic?

The one who was supposed to live dies,

and the one that was supposed to die lives?

Come on, come on.

Clock is ticking and as everybody knows,

time is everything today.

Test Scot.

- [Claire] If you kill Scott, you'll kill the cure.

(liquid whooshing) (pensive music)

- Well (sighs),

I guess we got some time on our hands.

- And after we've killed some time?

- It's all lies, all of it.

What Reyna invented wasn't a cure for NDS.

It was a cure for Absolon.

- [Norman] Why?

- Because there is no NDS anymore, is there?

- No, the virus died off years ago.

- When a person goes into stage two,

they're not dying because of NDS.

They're dying because their body chemistry

has been changed by Absolon and they can't live without it.

It just produces the same symptoms as NDS.

- Yeah.

- You're disgusting.

- No.

I am a realist,

and I am a pragmatist.

Now, where did Stewart keep his notes?

- You killed Reyna.

- Beg your pardon?

Oh, no, actually Walters killed him.

With my blessing, of course.

Walters, let's get on with this.

I have no desire to educate our friends here

as to the realities of the new world order.

(serum clicks)

At last, I believe it's time.

- Well, who's gonna do the procedure?

- Don't be silly, Claire.

You are.

Or my friend, Mr. Walters here is going

to hurt you very badly.

(pensive music)

(Norman grunts)

- And when we're finished here,

there'll be no trace left of this place.

Now get on with it.

- [Murchison] We don't need his body.

We only needed his blood.

Drain it.

(Norman groaning) (pensive music)

(triumphant music)

- Times up, Walters.

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

- What's going on?

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

What the hell is going on?

Walters?

What the hell is going on?

Now don't be sloppy again, you kill him!

Go!

Do it!

- Shut the fuck up.

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(music stops)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(leaves crunching)

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

(pensive music)

(gun cocks) (music continues)

(Walters grunting) (Norman grunting)

(timer beeping)

(Norman grunts)

(shovel clattering)

(Walters grunting) (Norman grunting)

(Walters spits)

(clip thuds)

(gun cocks)

- You're a full on loser.

(electricity crackling)

(dramatic music)

(shots firing) (electricity crackling)

(Walters thuds) (dramatic music)

(timer beeping)

(pensive music) (electricity crackling)

- So long.

(siren wailing) (dispatcher chattering)

- No one really knows what happened to Scot and Claire

after they gave the world the cure.

There was still many people who wanted him dead

for the gift he gave us.

He gave the world a second chance.

I don't know if we deserve it or not,

but because of him, we have it.

- Did you ever meet him?

- Yes, once,

just for a moment.

(uplifting music) (birds chirping)

(mellow techno music)

(music builds)