Helix (2014–2015): Season 2, Episode 8 - Vade In Pace - full transcript

Everything that lives
must one day fade away.

In its place, new roots take hold.
New life grows.

There may be some impure elements
left behind.

Some still who remain hidden
within the Abbey.

You want them killed.

Purified.

And what about the CDC?

Purify them first.

But bring Dr. Jordan to me.

Sarah.

Sarah, open up.



Sarah, please.

Sarah. Sarah, open the door.

Look, what happened to you...
Just...

Sarah, don't shut me out. Talk to me.

Please.

Open the door.

Sarah.

Get out of my way.
I need to go to the lab.

You're not seriously
going back to work?

What would you like me to do?
Curl up in my bed and cry?

- We have to get you off this island.
- I'm not going until I find my baby.

It's still alive, Alan. I know it is.

Somehow, I don't know how,
but I know that it's alive.

I've run every possible
prenatal test known to man.



My baby is different.

- Okay? It just...
- Our baby.

Exactly. So you should understand why
I need to know one way or the other.

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Day eight, St. Germain Abbey.

Still haven't located the contact.
I'm on my own.

The plan is to make camp for the night,
depart at 0600 hours.

Potential contact Caleb
has been vetted. He knows nothing.

This island is nothing but a grave.

What happened?

Are they?

Are they all...?

The thinning is completed.

It was a terrible day,
but a necessary one.

The children are...

always the most difficult.

Tiny hands.

A pity they couldn't be spared.

I'm sorry you had
to go through it alone.

That's not what you
were saying yesterday.

I've had time to think.

About Anne and Agnes...

and all of my sisters.

Each of them had a role.

As I now have mine.

And what is that?

To surpass them.

To not just be another portrait
on that wall,

but to outshine them all.

You...

You need a partner by your side.

Pillar of strength...

not a sheep to slaughter.

Honor me?

Make me the first in the new line.

You remind me of Abigail.

Our first mother.

Then let me take her place...

by your side...

in your bed.

Since you've grown into womanhood...

I've so looked forward
to our planting ritual.

Your mother was a fine

and decent woman.

But you...

you have...

fire.

You're not to come in here.

What is this?

Ugh. Were you waiting
until I was actually in labor?

What do you think you're doing?
Get your hands off me!

Heh, heh. I'm afraid there
has been a change of plans.

There isn't going
to be a planting ritual today.

Or ever.

It's different when it's murder.

I've dug graves in the most
remote corners of the Earth.

But this...

I'm so sorry.

I never thought
he'd go through with this.

He won't get away with it.

Oh course he will.
Who's going to stop him?

I have associates
coming to the island soon.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

- What are you doing here?
- Found him last night.

Anne too.
They were in some big pit.

You son of a bitch.

Hey!

Hey! All right. Hey!

All right, knock it off. That's enough.
All right. Stop it.

Knock it off. That's it. That's enough.

What the hell is going on?

Secure the exits.
I want this facility locked down.

- No one in or out without my orders.
- Yes, ma'am.

- You, with me.
- Yes, sir.

- Dr. Farragut.
- Lieutenant Commander Winger.

CDC sent us for you.

- You're being evacuated.
- Why?

Because this is no longer
the only island under quarantine.

Pathogen is spreading.

- Is this all from the pathogen?
- It wasn't the pathogen.

They were murdered.

A result of the island's cult leader
cooling on his followers.

Just like Jim Jones.

We should just go...

Easy, boys.
Hold on.

Commander, how is it possible
the pathogen has spread?

- You said there were no other islands.
- Officially, there aren't.

Unofficially, a U.S. Military radar outpost
is located 40 miles to the southwest.

They've lost 75 people.
More getting sick and dying every day.

Must be the bees.

Maybe they got caught in the jet
stream and blown to the island.

Bees?
It's not confirmed yet.

We think bees might be responsible
for spreading the infection.

You have more experience
than anyone.

That's why my orders are to get you to St.
Sebastien ASAP.

We can't just run off.
We haven't contained the pathogen here.

- My orders are very clear.
- I'm not leaving.

- Sarah, I'll handle this.
- Don't.

You two...

Sarah, maybe you should go with him.
Get off the island.

- Who the hell is this?
- He's no one.

This is Dr. Alan Farragut,

one of the top infectious-disease
specialists in the world.

How many Dr. Farraguts
are there?

He's my brother.

Is he as much of a pain
in the ass as you?

Tell me, is the other Dr. Farragut
as good as Dr. Jordan claims he is?

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Great. Then he's coming with us too.

- I don't work for the CDC.
- And I don't care.

- I'm not coming with you.
- You're coming.

On your own or bound and gagged.
Your choice.

What about the other survivors?

Anne and her people?

There are two Coast Guard cutters
a day behind us.

They'll be rounding up any survivors.

It's a mandatory evacuation.
The island is being quarantined.

No. You can't.

It's the only way
to eliminate the pathogen.

St. Germain has been our home
for hundreds of years.

For most of us,
the only home we've ever known.

- The dead deserve our respect.
- I agree.

You have 24 hours
to give it to them.

- But...
- This isn't an argument. It's my call.

I won't be responsible
for another Narvik.

Dr. Farragut,
where do you think you're going?

If you wanna bring
my brother along, fine.

But right now
I'm caring for these people.

And that's my call.

Anne, wait.

What are you doing, Peter? Don't
abandon your friends for me.

Hey.

I went missing for three days

and they didn't make much
of an effort to find me.

Are you okay?

I feel so lost. Alone.

We kept out the outside world
for so long.

But I always afraid
this day would come.

I won't let them destroy your home.

Thank you, Peter.

Now I need to go pay respects
to our dead.

Not alone, you don't.

My friends...

they may not care about giving
those people a proper burial.

But I'm not like them.

How does it feel
choosing another's path?

You tell me.

You've been doing it for centuries.

I've always enjoyed my unique place
in this world.

Take Agnes, for example.
Her death was swift and merciful.

I saved her
from a long and painful decline.

Don't you talk about her.

- You don't have that right.
- Of course I do.

I made her, and I ended her,
just as I'm going to end you.

That's a lot of big talk
for a man facing the end of his path.

I'm going to enjoy not having to hear
you chirping in my ear every day.

You say that,
but what are you going to do?

What are you going to do, girl?!

You want to kill me?

I've lived 500 years.

Death waits for me.

No matter what you do,
I will live forever.

Good.

I'm counting on it.

Hey. What happened
to you last night?

Are you okay?

I, uh... I don't really
wanna talk about it.

Okay. Just glad you're
all in one piece.

Doesn't...
Doesn't really feel like that.

You'll feel better
once we get off this island.

Can't imagine how things
could get any more insane.

I can.

Oh, hey, I found this old ledger.

Some kind of genealogy record
dating back to the 1600s.

Here's the weird part.

Look at the father's name.

He's listed as the father for every
child over the last 400 years.

Has to be a mistake.

Michel Dubois.

It's Michael.

- Michael couldn't have fathered every kid.
- But what if he did?

And what if it has something to do
with the pathogen?

Come on, things are intense enough
without you screwing with my head.

- Look, Kyle, we really need to talk.
- About what?

A 500-year-old-man?

This is payback for all
the Hot Zone stuff, right?

How do you expect me
to believe that you're...?

Immortal? It's okay. You can say it.

I understand this is very difficult to grasp,
but what could I gain by lying to you?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Maybe you're sick.

Paranoid delusions are a symptom
of the pathogen.

Preceded by jaundice
and fungal nodules,

neither of which I have.

Come on, this is crazy.

What about my foot injury?

You stitched it up yourself, right?

The spike tore through the sesamoid
and took a good two inches of skin.

It took 18 hours to heal.

And my stab wound?
You saw how much blood I lost.

I had a punctured lung,
a lacerated liver.

So you got a hell of an immune system.
Still, that doesn't prove the other thing.

Tell me how. What other reasonable
explanation is there for this?

No. No.
There's no way it can be true.

Stop screwing around.
The honey's dangerous.

It is, isn't it? Highly infectious.
Crawling with mycotoxin.

Sarah, Jesus. Don't...
Don't. That's suicide.

Delicious.

Brother Harris.

He cared for the roses.

He knew to the day
when they would bloom.

- You said this happened before?
- Yes.

Most recently
about a hundred years ago.

Then, as now, the fellowship failed.

It was Michael, wasn't it?

Even back then?

Yes.

But how did you know?

I've known
quite a few immortals, Anne.

How many?

At the beginning, there were 500.

We thought he was a god.

Never aging, healing so quickly.

He told us he was the only one,
and we never questioned it.

We trusted him.

But when Agnes saw
Dr. Jordan's eyes, she knew.

We were such fools.

You had no reason
not to believe him.

But now I do.

And he's going to have
to answer to me.

I've been wanting to tell you
for a while.

Why? So my head could explode?

You know,
I didn't like lying to you.

Look, it was difficult for me
to accept too,

but it's who I am now.

So all the times
I was worried sick about you...

It was...

It was very sweet.

Stop it. Stop shooting.

- Stop it.
- Get out of the way, Dr. Farragut.

Tell your men we're here to cure
this pathogen, not murder its victims.

- What happened?
- Came out of nowhere.

Must have been hiding
inside the building.

I saw this man five days ago
outside the gate.

That's not possible.

He chased me and Peter.
I put two bullets in him.

- You said they were dead.
- We thought they were.

You thought?

- I want two men on the gates.
- Yes, ma'am.

We're getting the hell out of here.

No. We can't leave. We need
to examine this Mycotic right away.

- My-What?
- My...

No more stalling.
Finish packing and let's go.

No. No, Sarah's right.
This pathogen kills in two days.

- This man's been alive for at least five.
- So?

So if the Mycotics outside the wall are
not dying, we need to figure out why.

This could be the break
that leads us to the cure.

You really think
you have something?

We won't know
until we can do an autopsy.

A quick autopsy.

We ship out at 1600.

So is this it, my dear?

Hm?

Is this your grand plan?

- Most of it.
- Ah.

And do you
think you've beaten me?

You've imprisoned the king.
Congratulations.

That would make you
the queen of nothing.

This coming from a man
who just killed his children.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, I've killed a thousand
of my children.

And I will create a thousand more
and kill them all over again.

Children...

are simply wisps of dandelions.

Such bravado...

for a man who stayed hidden
on an island his entire life.

Men have worshiped me, little girl.

I'm sorry.
I can't hear you from up here.

Oh, get on with it already.

Get on with it!

Fill this pit with snakes

or rats or whatever else you imagine
might frighten me.

Mm, no.

Oh, well, what, then?

You going to burn me?

Drown me?

Armies have tried to kill me and failed.

It's ready.

Is that my punishment
finally arriving?

It is.

A fitting end for a king,
if I do say so myself.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm creating a monument to you.

A shrine.

You think this is going to scare me?

But you can't do this to me.
I'm your father.

And I'm a dandelion with teeth.

You can't do this to me!

I will have centuries!

- You know what to do.
- And you have mere seconds.

Three layers.

You will become dust.

And the dust will settle upon
this island, and when I'm free,

I will walk upon that dust!

No matter what you do,
you will wither away and die!

I will live forever!

And you will die!

Urn, I'll meet you at autopsy.
There's something I need to do.

Be careful with that one.
She's dangerous.

Ahem, Amy.

I need to speak with Michael.
Where is he?

Dr. Jordan, I understand you
and your friends will be leaving us soon.

It'll be a shame to see you go.

Turns out we're not leaving just yet.
So I need to see Michael.

I'm sorry.
Michael's no longer in charge here.

Then who is?

You're kidding me, right?

Given our recent tragedy,
I'd expect more compassion.

Compassion?

You people ripped my baby
out of me.

I wasn't even aware
you were pregnant.

- You've really kept your figure.
- Do you think this is a joke?

Of course not.
No one here would ever hurt a baby.

I don't know
what happened to you,

but if you want my help,
all you need to do is ask.

Dr. Jordan.

Lieutenant Commander Winger requests
you don't stray from the group.

Are you saying you can help me
find my baby?

Of course. Michael's gone.

This fellowship won't run
on fear anymore.

Dr. Jordan, please.

I haven't seen Sarah in a while.
Any idea where she's gone off to?

She wanted to
have a word with Amy.

And you let her?

I think Sarah can take care of herself.

What, with all the immortality stuff.

Oh.

- So you're up to speed on that, are you?
- Seriously?

I didn't believe it at first either.
But trust me, it's real.

Was she born that way?

By who? No, made.

It's a long story.

But it all ties back to Ilaria.

Oh, come on. You're not really gonna try
and connect them to this too, are you?

It's why I'm here. It's why
the world thinks I'm a criminal.

Ilaria is run by immortals,
and I am trying to stop them.

Gentlemen, anything to report?

We still have to run a tox panel
to be certain, but this is promising.

The subject's teeth are discolored
with a red substance.

He has traces of the same substance
under his fingernails, in his hair.

So he doesn't brush after meals.
What are you telling me?

Found this in his stomach.

Looks like tree sap.

Maybe Sangre de Grado.

- It's a medicinal resin.
- Whatever it is, he's been living off it.

- You think this gunk may lead to a cure?
- It's a lead.

Right now it's the only lead we have.

And it's the reason
we can't leave this island.

- Hey, wait a minute.
- I agreed to an autopsy, nothing more.

And our autopsy uncovered
a potential treatment.

A treatment, not a cure.

The victims are still showing
all the symptoms of mycosis.

We need to get out there
and investigate.

- Find out what this is all about.
- Outside the walls?

This island is littered with corpses. I
am not adding another name to that list.

You know what, Peter?

You're right for once in your life.

This has nothing to do with me.
Dr. Farragut.

You can shoot me, commander.
I'm done.

I don't know what kind of shit show
you are used to running,

but this is not how we do things.

- I'll talk to him.
- Sarah.

Peter, get out of my way.

If you leave this room, you are finished
with my team. Do you understand?

It was never your team, Peter.
You were just keeping Alan's chair warm.

- Alan.
- This wasn't supposed to happen.

I wanted all of you as far away
from this as possible.

All I wanted was to... Was to stop
Ilaria, to beat them at their own game.

I never meant to be involved with CDC.

I know you didn't.
But now you are involved.

- Not anymore. I'm sorry, Sarah.
- Alan, this is why you're here.

You wanna stop Ilaria,
you stop this pathogen.

You find a cure.

If this isn't part of Maria's plan, it will
be as soon as they find out how deadly it is.

Peter won't go.
Kyle doesn't have experience.

I've never asked you for anything.

I'm asking you for this now
so I can go and find our baby.

Amy knows something.

I need to stay here
and find out what it is.

Please.

All right.

All right, I'll go.

I said, right.

A little to the right.

What is going on here?

Mother.
Thanks for stopping by.

Do you think I should keep the rug?

So many wonderful memories.

Where's Michael?

Michael is no longer with us.

- He's found a new path.
- What did you do?

What you never
had the courage to do.

That means you and me,

we are responsible
for the Abbey now.

No, not you and me.

Just me.

Don't be ridiculous.
You're my daughter.

And you're my mother,

who authorized our father's request
to impregnate me.

You've lost your rights,
along with Michael.

The Abbey is mine now.

I won't let you destroy our home,

not after the destruction Michael
has caused already.

Agnes is dead.

Michael is gone.

There's no one left
to coddle you anymore.

Peter was right.

You had me sent to the oubliette,
you child.

All this chaos,
this death and destruction.

You cannot take what he has.

You cannot be what he has been.

I don't want to be him.

I want more.

There was a time...

when buildings stood for centuries...

as men were reduced...

to crawling on their knees.

But no longer.

Why did you release me?

What is it you want from me?

My name is Julia Walker.

I came looking for you once,
Michael, 30 years ago.

I needed your help then.
Maybe you can help me now.

Thirty years.

When time has no meaning,

thirty years can be a day
or an eternity.

I'm looking
for something special.

Something that was rumored
to be on this island decades ago.

I'm looking for a child.

There's a new disease
that's killing our kind.

We believe the only way to cure it
is through immortal stem cells.

And we believe that child
to be the key.

I remember.

You remember where it is?

Every day in that pit, I was plagued

by the knowledge of that child.

Reminded of the failure of my work...

with my own children...

my own life.

Can you tell me where it is?

Tell you? No.

I can show you.

Check your ammo.

- What happened? Where's Sarah?
- She had business to take care of.

I'm going in her place.
Where's Peter?

Stormed away
once we all took your side.

- Quite the soap opera, Dr. Farragut.
- Wasn't my intention.

- You're wrong about this, we're screwed.
- I'm wrong about this, we're all screwed.

The child's out here?

Yes.

There's a...

A cleft in the rock

leading to a small cave.

I swear...

I swear it was here.

A lot can change in 30 years.

Ah! Unh!

Very good.

Well, thank you, Ms. Walker,
for releasing me.

I'm a patient man, but even my
patience has its limitations.

I wouldn't want any of your immortal
friends knowing of my existence.

Better to be discreet, don't you think?
Out of sight, out of mind.

Unh!

I guess the sword works.

How are you feeling, Sarah?
May I call you Sarah?

You wanna help me?

Okay, tell me what happened to me
and my baby.

Nothing.

You call being drugged and forced
to undergo an abortion nothing?

Heh, heh, heh.
We didn't give you an abortion.

We simply induced labor.

You did what?

I told you.

We'd never hurt a baby.

Would we, Landry?

We would never hurt a baby.

You see?

It's right there.

And I'd be happy to give it back to you.

You just have to give me something
in return.

What?

Immortality.

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