Intelligence (2014): Season 1, Episode 6 - Patient Zero - full transcript

Luther Vick,

having been sentenced to death
by the State of Texas

for two counts of first degree murder,

you are hereby granted

the opportunity
to deliver your final words.

The prisoner may speak.

That's fine, warden.

I think I will.

I'd first like to say to my wife, Luanne,

keep me in your heart, girl.

Devil knows, I'll keep you in mine.



That's the love part.

Now for the truth.

You make sure
my boy Tom-Tom knows

that I'm gonna reach up from hell

and pull him down with me for what he did.

Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.

Any longer, and I was
gonna kick the door down.

Well, you can huff and puff.
But it's a steel frame.

But I have a key.
Don't remind me.

No viable threats in the area,

and I checked the car for tampering.

You need a hobby.

I have one, thank you.

Dim mak... pressure points,
martial arts.



With one hand,
I can bring you to your knees.

You're disgusting.

You put some pants on. We're
late for the morning briefing.

Nelson.

Yeah?

Tell Lillian what you're working on.

Lillian, this is very exciting.

It is exciting because it's
a mind-controlled quadcopter.

Sorry about that!

Mind-controlled?
Yeah, yeah.

I translated the signals
for simple hand gestures

from the brain's precentral
gyrus, and I linked them

to the navigation input on the copter.

'Cause that's how I roll.

That hat's gonna be a nice look
for you, Gabriel.

Actually, Gabriel wouldn't require

the external E.E.G sensors.

Or the hand gestures.

Precisely.

You realize how far we've come

from the original intentions of the chip?

What were those intentions?

Surveillance, data mining.

Oh, cryptanalysis.
Blah, blah, blah.

Guys, who cares when you could fly...

a quadcopter?

And what are the practical
applications of your quadcopter?

Think of it like a tuxedo.

Once you have one,
you find a place to wear it.

And this tux could be yours
for the low price

of a simple apology.

Nelson, don't.
Dad, it's been months.

An apology for what?
Oh, I don't know.

How about for, accusing me of helping

a rogue Chinese super agent
kidnap my own father?

Well, Nelson, maybe you and your father

should apologize to your country

for duplicating
top-secret technology,

for exposing the most valuable
intelligence weapon

in this nation's arsenal,

and for nearly getting
the prototype killed.

Yes?

Put him through.

The director of National Intelligence.

Your biggest fan.

Yes, Adam.

Don't be so smug.
She called you a prototype.

She's a Disney villain.

Yes, I've been following it.

- Of course.
- ...Has now claimed 47 lives.

157 victims so far with no cure in sight.

Lillian?

This outbreak in Texas is serious.

I want everything there is
on it in 30 minutes.

Meet me in C-Doc.
...Origin of the deadly virus

so they can learn more about it...

Isolating.
Still tracking.

All right, we have the
digital sequencing in place.

All right, listen up.

I just got off with CDC.

They don't have trackback
to the golden egg on this yet.

In other words, no source.

22 people were infected in the first wave.

That was yesterday.

18 hours later,
there are 110 infected, 47 dead,

and the epidemic curve predicts
that to triple by tomorrow.

They've never seen anything like it,

they have no idea where it came from,

and they don't know
how to stop it. Nelson.

The first wave of victims
were at a music festival

in Austin called the TEMA festival.

Texas music and arts.
Nice.

Now, there was no common food or
drink ingested by the victims,

and it's outdoors.

So no closed ventilation system.

That means it is airborne.

So how are they getting it?

Sounds like direct contact.
Correct.

This began as a point-source
transmission... single carrier.

But it has now propagated
with numerous carriers.

That sounds normal.
No?

What isn't normal and what is
genuinely frightening...

the virus mutates with each new victim,

making it nearly impossible
to synthesize a cure.

Unless you have the original carrier.

He or she is the only one
with a common antibody.

Which is why they're so
desperate to find patient zero.

Given the mortality rate, won't
patient zero already be dead?

No, no, it's like,
H.I.V., tuberculosis...

very often a carrier

is completely asymptomatic
for quite some time.

So how do we fit in?
This is a manhunt.

There is no agency better
equipped for that than us,

and no technology on earth can match

the efficiency and accuracy of
the chip inside Gabriel's head.

You said 22 were infected at the festival

and all had to have had direct
contact with patient zero?

You have to find
the one person

who each of those victims
came into contact with.

There would have been
thousands of cellphones

taking pictures at that festival.

All over social media.

With the Boston bombers,

it took a water-cooled
CR-47 supercomputer

three days to find those dirtbags.

Gabriel can beat that
in one cyber-render.

I'm rendering.

Now access the CDC victim data.

Use facial recognition to
identify the people around you.

Got one.

Got another one.

You need to find a single person

who has come into contact
with each victim.

He's running from someone.

I can't see who, but clearly
he doesn't want to be noticed.

What is it, Gabriel?

I need more intel.

Pulling more photos
and cellphone video now.

Hang on.

Gabriel, who do you see?

A dead man.

One of our nation's
most decorated soldiers.

He's a hero, and now our
country's most secret weapon.

Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation

that allowed us to implant
a microchip in his brain.

We connected his mind directly
to the information grid.

It's something the chip does
that nobody expected.

I can create a virtual snapshot
of an event in my mind

and then walk through it.

It's like a virtual evidence wall.

At U.S. Cyber Command,

we created a highly
specialized unit around him...

Satellite in five.

...and assigned
an agent to protect him.

Run!

He's the first of his kind...

the next evolution of intelligence.

Sync & corrections by honeybunny
web dl sync snarry

This is Luther Vick,

the man Gabriel believes is patient zero.

?Believes??
Hear him out, Gabriel.

Okay, background...
2005, he and this man,

Tom-Tom Benitez,
were pulled over

by Texas state police in a stolen car.

Luther shot the two cops.
Tom-Tom testified against him.

Luther was convicted and put to death.

A week later, he's at
a music festival in Austin?

Here's the thing.

The chip's algorithms analyze
88 nodes in the human face.

The photos and videos Gabriel
accessed only show 52 nodes.

I mean, that is just not enough
for an accurate match.

Then how do you explain what
Gabriel saw in his cyber-render?

Remember, cyber-renders
are like dreams.

Partially created by the chip,
partially by Gabriel.

I know what I saw, doc.

Yes, but what you saw

may literally be a figment
of your imagination.

It's a first-gen chip
seven months into beta.

Mistakes are possible.

What about Luther Vick's tattoo?

It's pretty distinctive.

Luther inspired a lot of crazies
to get the same tattoo.

Sorry, Gabriel.

Only one way to find out if I'm right.

Send me to Texas.
Absolutely not.

This virus is unpredictable.
It is highly aggressive.

I'm the best chance there is
of finding patient zero.

Lillian, the risk is so great,

you couldn't possibly consider that.

We don't have a choice.

If you don't use me,
people die. Period.

Start at the prison.

We need to know if you're right.
Lillian...

Nelson will go to the CDC base camp,

find out everything they know,
collect samples

and send them back to Cassidy. I
want to know where it came from,

what makes it tick, and how to kill it.

Let's get to work, everyone.

Lillian, he isn't a machine.

He is as susceptible
to this virus as any man.

Riley will keep him safe.
Are you serious?

You're asking me to protect him
in the middle

of a deadly outbreak
of an incurable virus.

It doesn't get worse than that.

Sure it does.

We won't have backup and our
target is a convicted murderer.

I'm not asking.

Hello, Tom-Tom.

You're not real.

You looking for this?

But you're dead.

You know what they say about ghosts.

They just can't move on
till they finish their business.

CDC says we're two weeks from a pandemic.

I know you're sending me your
situation reports in 12 hours,

but I want to go around the horn now.

Homeland's up first.

Sir, I've deployed e-med units,
set up quarantine zones,

and have ambu-flights on the
Mac in eight local airports.

FBI?

I've activated 300 special agents,

coordinated with rangers and local assets.

Still looking for an I.D. on patient zero.
General.

Defense intel deployed
forensic epidemiologists,

ordered food sequestration,

and a level-five testing
of the water supply.

Folks, I've asked Lillian Strand,

director of Cyber Command to join us.

Sir, as you know, I put
Clockwork on patient zero.

We're working a theory.
I need a few hours.

Is there a cyber element to
this case that I'm unaware of?

And what is Clockwork?

Ollie, I'd argue there's
always a cyber element.

And, general, Clockwork is a program

consisting of top-tier
field ops, TAC teams,

and our most sophisticated technology.

Details on that are classified code word.

Can we get shared product in real time?

I'll have a sit-rep in 12,
solution estimate in 18.

It's just that the military has
a lot of business in Texas.

Private contractors, firms, bases.

Folks,
let's stay on-problem.

We'll talk again at 0800.
Thanks. That'll be all.

Lillian, stay a moment, please.

I understand your reasoning
for deploying the asset,

but I want you to understand
that the risks are massive.

If we're not using this program

to save American lives, why have it?

Clockwork will be perilous

as long as there's only one Gabriel.

You want a hundred of him, a thousand,

then the program has to not
only continue to prove itself,

but it must endure.

And by it, I mean him.

I understand.
I hope so.

You still don't believe me

that Luther Vick survived this room.

Do you need me to believe you?

Definitely not.

The ?definitely? kind of gave you away.

I'm flattered.

Nothing's impossible, I suppose.

You'd just need to find the drain.

Secret service trains us to look
at every room as though

it's filled with water,
metaphorically speaking.

If water can find a way, so can a man.

What are you doing?

Finding the drain.

Turn this thing on.

Relax. There's no I.V.
in my arm.

Yeah, nothing creepy about that.

Gabriel! Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Not a bad-looking corpse,

Was that concern I saw on your face.

So you hacked it?

Somebody's coded it

so the readings can
be controlled remotely.

For the execution, they probably
used a simple toggle switch.

Flip the switch, there's your flatline.

Probably take six people to pull it off.

You could do it with three.

You'd need the doctor
who examines the body,

the driver, who would be
delivering an empty coffin,

and you'd probably also need

the guy who loads the drugs into the...
Let's go.

We're not alone.

I know it hurts, Django.

I'm sorry.

Are you gonna make us better?

I'm not that kind of doctor,
but my father is.

So I'm gonna put this
in a very special microscope

that will send a picture all
the way back to him in Virginia.

It'll be okay, mom.

I'll be okay.

Is your father good at what he does?

There's nobody better.

The hives are the very first symptom,

which is why the lipid envelope
isn't present yet.

Okay, I'm gonna load the tomographic image

taken after I applied negative
staining to the virion.

Gabriel was right.

The execution machine was rigged.

He was right.
Hot damn.

Hey, we could win a Nobel, Lillian.

If it weren't classified, of course.

Dad...

Dad, you need to look at this.

Oh, my God.

- You see it, right?
- What is it?

Viruses are clumsy.

They colonize at random,

pass only through membranous tissue.

But this one's unique.

It travels through the sweat glands,

which means it is
all over the carrier's skin.

He infects anyone he touches.

Yet the virus doesn't affect him
until it converts,

which could take weeks or months or years.

He may not even know he's infected.

God.

My life's work has augmented humanity,

to try and make humans better,
stronger, faster, right?

Well, this virus
was also built by someone,

but for a different reason.

They wanted to make a weapon
of a different kind.

A killing machine.

I don't know
how they know, but they know.

Jones' bank accounts had
some big cash deposits lately.

If it weren't for those, he'd be strapped.

Perfect candidate for manipulation...

underpaid prison guard.

You have to do something.
Pull me out or something.

He's in the parking lot now,
heading towards his car.

Calm down, friend.
We have it under control.

Guys, we still don't have a lock
on the other end of this call.

We don't know who he's talking to.

You don't have
anything under control!

He said he'd protect me!

Still no luck. Gabriel, do you have it?
Not yet.

Why don't we have a picture on this?
It's closed circuit.

- Gabriel's on the prison grounds, so he
could tap it. - I'm not going to prison!

You have to tell him to do something.

We are doing something.

What just happened?

Jones is dead.

And I know why we were hitting
a road block on that trace.

Our prison guard was on the phone

with someone from the Pentagon.

I've been searching Pentagon files
forever and coming up empty.

No mention of Luther Vick,
the prison doctor,

or the driver, all of whom
were killed overnight.

Somebody over there is trying to beat
Luther Vick's old murder record.

Well, Luther's not finished killing.

Tom-Tom Benitez's body was found
in a parking lot.

Wait till he finds out

he could have killed him
with a simple handshake.

What do you mean,
?wait till he finds out??

Cassidy thinks Luther probably
doesn't even know he's sick.

Makes sense they wouldn't tell him.

The question's who?

You have a theory?

The defense department connection

and the fact
that the virus is man-made

leads to one conclusion...
an illegal bioweapon project.

Go on.

How would you test a weaponized
virus on a human being?

You would test it on someone
who wouldn't be missed.

'Cause he's supposedly dead.

Cremate the imaginary body,
leaving no evidence.

Perfect plan.-Unless Luther escapes
and you have to clean up the mess.

But why can't you find the files
in the Pentagon system?

Because it's not the Pentagon.
It's a private contractor.

And there's a lot of them in Texas.

I'll worry about that.

You two just stay focused on patient zero.

Luanne Vick's house?

d Tears on my pillow d

d I've got all night long d

d tears on my pillow d

d I've got all night long d

Shh.

They got people looking for me.

If I let go, you promise
you're gonna keep it together?

No screaming?

What?

Well, ain't you glad to see me?

Of course, but h-how...
how is this even possible?

Well, the government's twice as bad as me.

But only half as smart.

You know, the last thing I remember seeing

was your pretty face just before I died.

And then I wake up in some kind
of laboratory or something.

People wearing these
white coats and duck suits.

Duck suits?

You know, the rubber ones.

Anyhow, they shot me up
with all sorts of stuff.

Told me one shot would put me
to sleep, but look it.

I got these bad veins from
booting tecata all those years.

So I pretended I
was out, waited for my chance,

and went all kinds of crazy.

Next thing I knew,
break out of the building,

in the middle of one
of them rich-kid concerts.

I've been in prison, girl.

We ain't slow dancing.

What am I doing here, Lillian?

You wanted shared product.

This won't be
in my sit-report.

What I'm about to tell you
has to remain confidential.

Of course.

The virus is man-made.

Can you source it?

Not specifically.

But given the incubation rate,
we think that patient zero

was infected within two hours

of his appearance at the festival.

So he was infected in the Austin area.

There's more.

We think it's one of your contractors.

Why do you think that?

Nobody takes on the cost and risk

of a bioweapon without a buyer.

And there's no buyer like the military.

That's conjecture.

Do you have anything that stands up?

We tracked a phone call
to a protected P-2-7 number.

The Pentagon?

Someone in your shop is violating

the Geneva convention, Greg.

Okay, let me get my beak wet on this.

Thank you for coming to me, Lillian.

I owe you one.

You have him?

Making a call now.
Routing to your earpiece.

We need to catch this guy

before Lillian Strand's people do.

He terminated the call.

You were right.
He's dirty.

Ever since the beginning of the Iraq war,

defense intelligence has been obsessed

with bio and chemical weapons.

Of course, this phone call
doesn't prove anything.

Had he mentioned Luther Vick
by name we would have him.

No, he's too smart for that.

See? I'm a natural.

Just don't crash.

Look. No hands.

Or crazy Nelson hat.

Do you see anyone inside?

Switching to thermal now.

C-Doc,
are you seeing this?

That's Tom-Tom's van in the
driveway, which Luther stole.

Let's go get our guy.

All right, TAC team's 15 minutes out.

Lillian, if I may?

Please remember the antibodies

can only be harvested from a live virus.

That virus will die if the host dies.

Noted, doc.
We'll bring him back alive.

Where are you going?
We're waiting for the TAC team.

We can't wait.

Hey, you don't just get to make
these decisions on your own.

We're either partners or we're not.

Who said we're partners?

I have a job to do, too.
And that's to keep you alive.

You heard what the doc said.

Do you really want to risk
the local police

pulling the trigger on Luther,
a cop killer?

Fine.

But you're wearing these.

Gloves?
Are you kidding me?

If you come into direct contact
with the virus,

you will be infected.

Yeah, but we'll have
the cure in handcuffs.

Can you ever just say yes?

You can't touch him.
Understand?

Are you ready?

Do you know how emasculating it is

when you tackle me like that?

Are you saying you feel like a girl?

That's not what I'm saying!

'Cause you look pretty today.

One's going around front.
I got this one.

Go.

Last time I felt a hammer strike like that

was Fort Benning, Georgia.

So we just got our asses kicked
by U.S. special forces.

Hang on a second.
You're pissed at us?

Luther Vick is infected
and highly contagious.

You two should never have
engaged on your own.

Not to mention,
you destroyed my quadcopter.

Well, it wasn't Luther
we found in there, was it?

These were soldiers
in level-A Hazmat suits,

special forces training,

and cover fire from an MP5 submachine gun.

When are you gonna arrest
this general of yours?

You don't just arrest the
director of Defense Intelligence.

We need proof that Carter's involved.

How are you gonna get that?

He's arrogant and probably doesn't think

he's done anything wrong.

He'll make a mistake.
But that's my concern.

You just stay on problem.

We can't make a cure without Luther.

What is it?

Django, the kid from the festival.

His father just died.

No, don't!

We can't let them die, too.

Letters.

What about them?

Luanne and Luther met
after he was incarcerated.

Yeah. So?

It's called hybristophilia...
monster worship.

These women like to write
letters to horrible men.

Those letters can turn into visits

and sometimes a prison wedding.

It's prison policy to scan all
documents received by inmates.

Any letter Luanne wrote to Luther

would be kept in a database.
I'm already in.

Scan for places... homes,
hotels, vacation spots.

Here's something.

Luanne wrote about a farmhouse
her grandmother owned.

?She's gonna leave it
to me in her will.?

How quickly can you...
Grandmother, Selma Green.

She's in a retirement home
but still owns the house.

Route 35 north, outside of Round Rock.

Latest reports indicate

that the death count has reached 183.

Symptoms begin with hives on the torso

followed by high fever and muscle pain.

If you observe any of these
symptoms on yourself...

I got beer, cigarettes,
some chips and stuff.

I don't think we're gonna score
in this town, though.

This is a lot better than staring

at those pictures you used to send.

Those pictures were nice.

What's wrong?

Get off!
What?

Aah!

You got it!

T-t-that disease
they've been talking about!

Oh, God! Oh, God!
What do I do?

What do they...
what do they say to do?

I-I need a doctor.

I need... I need
to go to the hospital!

I need...

Wait a minute.

That's what they did to you.

What are you talking about?

You said that they took you somewhere

and shot you up with all kinds of stuff.

Maybe they made you sick!

Maybe you're the one who's
giving it all to these people!

No, no. You're crazy.
Look at... look at me.

I'm... I'm... I'm fine.

You're the only one
I've been around, Luther!

I can't take you to the hospital, girl.

I can't take you along in that condition.

And I can't leave you here
to lead them to me.

300 new cases today.

This is what happens when you
screw around with mother nature.

I didn't mean you, obviously.

Know how many people they tried
to implant the chip in

before I came along?

Three.
All volunteers, like me.

What happened to them?

Two dead, one paralyzed.

I'm surprised you volunteered after that.

Couldn't find Amelia.

I thought the chip would help.

Let's go.

Gloves.

Put... them... on.

Gabriel.

Blood's still blooming.
It's fresh. Means he's close.

Drop it.

Good girl.
Let her go, Luther. We don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? And how you plan
on doing that?

What's with the gloves?

Stay back, Gabriel.

Scumbag infected me.

Infected you?

You're telling me Luanne was right?

I was a carrier?

What do we have?

We've got General Carter on a sat phone.

Triangulating now.

Got it.

Recipient of the call is two clicks away

from Gabriel and Riley's current location.

On speaker now.

You are authorized
for containment.

All solutions are go.
Repeat.

All solutions are go.

They know where Luther is.
Get me Gabriel.

Lillian, we got him.

We need an exfil chopper at this location.

And make it quick.

Gabriel, Carter's men are closing in.

We got to move.

We're on site, sir.

Approach and detain.

Gabriel, get out of there.

Don't move!

Let me see those hands!

Drop your weapon!
Weapons down!

Well, that was fast.

Sir, we've secured the package.
Collateral snug and tight.

Package to the kitchen.

Scrub the collateral.

Yes, sir.

All right, let's go. Move.
Get them inside.

Let's go. Inside.

You okay?
Yeah.

Don't get too close.

I don't get it.
Why didn't they just shoot us?

'Cause they don't want to leave
any bullets behind in the ashes.

Torch it.

What are you looking at?

The drain.

The wood's weaker where the
flames are. That's the way out.

Let's do it.

There's a guy outside
making sure we don't get out.

How do you know that?

I'm inside his helmet cam.

Come on.
We got to do this together.

You touch me, and you're infected.

We're either partners or we're not.

Come on.

Are you ready?

One, two...

I'm in the other guy's comm.

I can see everything he sees.

Where is Luther?

Half a click to the north,
heading towards the road.

We can still catch them.

Gabriel... behind you.

You don't want to do that, Luther.

You think this is a first for me?

I've offed cops before.

We're trying to save you, man.

Save me? Turn around.

If you say so.

We're in quite
the pickle now, boy.

The gun is at your throat, Luther.

Careful, Gabriel.

Yeah, I know.

I'm smart enough to know
that people need me alive.

This sickness I supposedly have...

it has something to do with that, right?

Right.
Well, am I getting you sick right now?

How does this work?
You kill anyone you touch.

You should be used to that.

What are you doing, Luther?

This world never gave me nothing.

So, we're even.

Luther, don't!

Oh, don't worry.
I'm gonna reach up from hell

and pull both of you down with me.

We got to get him to CDC hq.

You too.
You need that vaccine.

We lost both of them?
Where's Luther?!

Somebody tell me something!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Get on the ground now!
Get those hands up!

What the hell is going on here?

Do you know who I am?

Yes, general, we know who you are.

We know now.

So this is what they mean
by civilian leadership.

You two?

You have no idea what you're doing.

You used a human being as a Guinea pig.

No matter what his crime...
Human being?

Luther Vick killed two police officers.

In return, the court took away his life

and gave it to the state.

We are the state.

You're just as bad
as the murderer you used.

If we can make an anti-virus
out of Luther's blood,

we'll be ready
when a weapon like this virus

comes across our borders.

We both know it's on the way.

The monsters are at the gate, Lillian.

Looks to me like the monsters
are right here.

Get him out of here.

That's a big win for you.

It's a win for the country.

You've expanded the purview of Cyber Com

dramatically with Clockwork.

You know, the only thing that worries me

more than the power of any one agency

is the power of any one agent.

Are we talking about Gabriel?

Or are we talking about me?

That really gonna work?

The anti-virus?

Yeah.

Take care of my boy first.

This is super-medicine,
Django.

It'll make you better.

And it'll protect you from kryptonite.

You're gonna be all right, sweetheart.

We both are.

Luther's dead.

Virus converted faster
than Cassidy thought.

It advanced rapidly.
He was dead in two hours.

What time is it?

Why?
Were you sleeping?

It's only 8:00.

We still have to have
our nightly check-in.

Annoying, right?

Not as annoying as having
your ass saved by a girl.

You think you saved my ass?

What else is new?

Hey, can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

How do you feel about the chip now that...

Amelia's gone?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.

Um, you don't need to think about that.

I think about it all the time.

Good night, Riley.

Good night.

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