Limetown (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Napoleon - full transcript
Previously on "Limetown"...
Lia, it's a survivor,
and she wants to speak to you.
Winona told me where
the next survivor is.
She said they all died because
of him in Rake, Wyoming.
There's something
you need to see. Get dressed.
They died because of him.
Warren Chambers.
You took care of the pigs
at Limetown.
Have a seat.
I couldn't help but notice
the makeup of your congregation.
I attract a specific crowd.
They're close. They can see it.
I guess you could say
I'm a salesman of a sort.
A salesman?
Well, that seems cynical.
Well, let's just say I speak
outside the purview
of the organized religions.
I'm pitching a different
sort of gospel anyway.
What sort is that?
The gospel of death.
Why didn't you tell me
who you were before now?
It was a test.
You passed.
No more tests, okay?
So before you came to Limetown,
you were a large-animal
veterinarian,
uh, in Pennsylvania, correct?
That's correct.
So you were
a medical professional?
I know how to inject people
with needles,
if that's what
you're getting at.
And you came
to Limetown alone?
Yes.
I was alone.
My wife had passed
a little before that,
and I really didn't care
what the hell I was doing
as long as
it was something else.
Never
in a million years
Could there be another you
I would shed a million tears
If we were ever through
Never in--
Dr. Chambers?
Yes?
Hi. I knocked, um,
but, um, I don't...
I just, um...
sorry.
I just wanted to stop by
and tell you
how sorry I am for your loss.
I apologize. That was rude.
I haven't introduced myself.
I'm Emile Haddock.
I'm Oskar Totem's
executive assistant,
and I just wanted to stop by
and see if you needed anything.
How'd you know?
We do our homework, you know.
Does everyone know?
Oh, no, sir. No.
We don't operate like that.
No.
Well, I'm--
I'm all right for now.
Thank you for stopping by.
Sure.
Well, if you need anything,
don't hesitate.
I'm just here for the pigs,
Mr. Haddock.
Okay.
Well, welcome to a fresh start.
I'm around.
Hello, everyone.
My name is Warren.
Welcome to Limetown.
Come on.
Welcome, welcome. Come on.
Good guy.
Good guy.
Here you go.
Yeah. Hey, girl.
Yeah. Hey, hey.
What are you
still doing in here?
Not afraid, I see.
Good.
I think you're gonna be
running this place soon enough.
Yeah. They better stay
out of your way.
It's decided then.
I'm gonna call you Napoleon.
Come on.
Yeah.
Good girl.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Yeah. You're gonna be
running this place soon.
Yeah.
Let's see.
There's--there's Piglet,
but he's a little scaredy-cat.
There's Wilbur
from "Charlotte's Web."
Now, that's a good one
to look up to.
And then there's Miss Piggy,
who Estelle always liked.
You're named after a pig
who becomes a dictator,
but that's just ironic, okay?
My wife would kill me
if she knew you were in here.
She was all bark, though.
You would have liked her.
I know it's strange, but...
people were never who I felt
most comfortable around,
and Napoleon wasn't
just a pig, you know?
Grief creeps into your life
and twists it just enough.
You're constantly
at war with yourself,
never sure if what you're
feeling or doing is right.
And when you find peace,
you don't question it.
After Estelle died,
that pig was the first thing
that made me feel human.
Hey. Come here.
Hey.
Heavens.
How you doing today?
Doing all right?
All right. Yeah.
Meet your new friends.
Now, that's Billy over there.
Yeah.
And there's Sarah.
Yeah.
See? I think you're gonna
like it here.
Hey, hey.
Can I help you fellows?
Which one's the oldest?
What's this all about?
Bacon.
All right.
Well, this one here is.
Henry,
stay away from that.
You had enough food today.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey fellows.
Couldn't we just take
a day off today, huh?
Just--just take it easy.
Why did Limetown need pigs?
When you're rolling out
a new piece
of biomedical engineering,
where do you start?
Wait. Biomedical?
You start your experiments
on animals.
And then, if and when it works,
you move to human animals.
What are some
of the characteristics of pigs
that come to mind?
Um, they're smart.
They're sensitive. They're--
Delicious.
They're slaughter animals.
No one bats an eye
if you kill them.
On top of that, they carry...
A great anatomical similarity
with our own species.
I apologize
for the hour, Dr. Chambers.
May I come in?
I know you've been wondering
about the fate of all the pigs.
I must tell you their individual
lives have been lost,
and that is sad,
but their sacrifice
was for something much larger.
I know you find me to be
something of a huckster,
so I'll speak to specifics
as to the nature of this place
in which we both live and work.
We're here to build a product,
Dr. Chambers,
and this product, if successful,
will change the world
and the way we communicate
because it will allow
for mind-to-mind communication
between users.
Okay. Wait, wait.
"Mind-to-mind communication"?
I mean, that's not--
that's not possible, right?
That's not even
the strangest bit.
He said it was early,
but they had--
...the prototype,
and we now have a method
to successfully plant it
into the brains of pigs.
This, combined with the
proper dosage of a supplement
that we have manufactured,
will allow us
to hear their thoughts.
I don't--
I don't--I don't understand
what you're saying.
What--what thoughts?
In what language?
Music.
Specifically a series
of synthesized tones
that will interpret the raw
emotional data of the animal
that will then
be relayed to you.
Yeah. I know it's
a lot, Dr. Chambers.
But you're an intelligent man.
You knew something
was going on here
that you couldn't
quite define, hmm?
Speech without speech.
That is our aim,
and we are close.
We just need someone
to be able to listen--
someone who the animal
is comfortable with,
who the animal already
has a relationship with.
And we want that someone...
to be you.
Dr. Chambers?
The surgery was a success.
- Where's Napoleon?
- Oh, he'll be here soon.
He's perfectly fine.
Good.
Do you hear that tone,
Dr. Chambers?
That's the sound
of your emotional state.
It's rudimentary,
but it's our best way
of understanding the animal
and you, as it were.
Oh, here he is.
I don't... I don't understand.
Just talk about
what's happening.
I can--I--I--I can feel...
I--I--I can feel his happiness.
I can feel it
like it's--like it's mine.
You can feel what he feels?
Now he's hungry.
And so am I.
Many things
about our time in that town,
you will come to learn,
will feel aligned
with darkness,
but what I don't want
to get lost is the magic,
the power of that piece
of hardware built there.
It was as pure a thing as I had
ever experienced in my life.
It pulled me back
from the ledge.
Are you ready to begin?
Let's try happy.
That's wonderful.
We have parity.
Well, let's try something
a little more nuanced.
Well, what if you
imagined something
about which you feel guilty?
Okay. Thank you.
That's--that's enough.
Let's try angry.
Too happy, the damn thing.
Try harder, Dr. Chambers.
We need it for our baseline.
What's the angriest
you've ever been?
Your sister stopped
by today...
And I told her
you'd be all right.
Push harder.
- I can't.
- You're almost there.
Let's work more tomorrow.
Whatever I felt and brought
into that room
was like trying to stand
against the ocean.
We--we shared a mind.
So there were no secrets?
No silence?
No.
No. There was no going back
from that.
Good morning.
Dr. Chambers,
this is R.B. Villard.
He's the patron responsible
for all of this
and the man
who heard the future
long before any of us.
He'll be observing today.
How do you do?
What's going on?
What's going on?
There was a gas leak
on the floor above us,
but it wasn't what
they thought, thank God.
- A false alarm?
- Yes.
And we will increase
your intake of the supplement
to mitigate any issues.
Where's Napoleon?
He's safe.
He's recovering
in a holding cell downstairs.
Can I see him?
We think that
might not be a good idea.
"We"?
It might be best, for now,
for us to put a hold on
any further experiments.
Well, for how long?
Let's just see how it goes.
Napoleon never
was the same after that,
and as time went on,
it got worse.
The fear was eroding everything.
It got to the point
where he couldn't sleep,
which meant
that I didn't sleep.
I need to see him.
I still feel him all the time.
You're still taking
the supplement?
Yes.
He's broken.
He needs me.
And I need him.
Go home, Dr. Chambers.
Thank you for your help.
Try to get some rest.
The fear was always there,
and I couldn't make it stop.
We couldn't make it stop.
I was losing my grip on sanity,
and that's when I decided
to do the hard thing.
The painful separation
between this life and the next.
Freedom from this form.
He knew I was coming,
but he was calm.
He welcomed it.
Hey, Napoleon.
Don't be afraid.
You're the best thing
that could have happened to me.
I'm so sorry.
I had doubts, but he was sure.
He stared me right in the eyes
and bowed his head,
as if to say, "It's okay."
I killed him
with the first blow.
I got a glimpse of death.
Void.
Nothing forever and ever,
but it was gone in an instant.
Then it got quiet.
The most quiet
it had been in days.
But then it happened.
I heard him again.
No.
No!
No!
Hello, Warren.
How are you feeling?
I'm okay.
Quite a blow you took.
Yeah. Pretty stupid.
Now, now.
We're just gonna
make you better.
Nothing permanent.
Where's Oskar? Is he around?
Dr. Totem is not available
at the moment.
Now, we have deactivated
your implant,
so you won't be able to use
that going forward, okay?
Tell Oskar--Dr. Totem--
that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I failed him.
But you didn't fail him.
After all I went through,
all I did...
The tech worked, Warren.
It worked perfectly.
We're advancing to human trials
thanks to you.
Here, take this.
Press it if you need anything.
I was allowed to stay
in town after that,
but I just worked
at the movie theater.
I knew how to thread
a projector.
That's that.
What is it that
you think you heard
after Napoleon was killed?
My calling.
My road to Damascus.
It took me years to process it,
but I found my way.
Right.
Do you think it's possible
that it was all
just a psychosomatic response
to an extreme situation?
Sure.
Okay.
I just want to be clear
about something,
because
it's a really important point.
So you said R.B. Villard,
who is financially responsible
for Limetown--
he was there, in Limetown,
during it operation?
Yes, ma'am.
That is an incredible piece
of information, Dr. Chambers.
Why is that?
Because his story has always
been that he was never there.
Well, I bet a lot of people
who were there wish
that was their story.
What happened to the tech?
Human trials.
Right, but did that work?
Seems like it.
You know anything
else about that?
No.
Just that it led to that awful
night, and I knew exactly why.
What do you mean?
Have you been listening?
Um...
I spoke to someone
who mentioned a man
with a unique natural ability.
"The Man That They
Were All There For"?
I won't speak to that.
Warren, what happened
to everybody?
Where did they go?
I won't speak to that either.
Why not?
I'm afraid.
- Of what?
- Lia, hear me.
To love anything worldly
makes you weak,
and I do.
I love people
who are alive and happy.
Nothing gives me greater joy
than those two qualities...
because the greatest shame
in my life
is that I'm not strong enough
to fear only my God.
- Who are you afraid of?
- Lia.
If you let them hide,
if you do not expose them--
I--I'm sorry. I really am.
Name your fear.
You're not there yet.
Identified in the dark, it--
You're not there yet.
Strip it of all its mythology,
all its baggage,
all of its noise
and see it for what it
really is: a doorway.
Why won't you help me?
Then the Reverend stood up,
grabbed either side of my face,
and kissed my forehead.
He wiped the tears
from my cheek
that I didn't realize
were mine.
He didn't speak another word,
but he didn't need to.
He held my hand and walked me
back to my rental car,
making sure I found my way
in the dark.
I watched the night absorb
his silhouette as I drove away.
I pulled into a small
gas station
a few miles down the road
and I cried.
I can't explain why.
Three days later,
Reverend Warren Chambers
was struck
and killed
by a drunk driver
while walking home
from the drugstore in town.
He wasn't afraid of the end.
- Amen?
- Amen.
He welcomed it
with open arms,
just as we all should.
He was 78 years old.
...and helping all of you
cross over
when it's your time to go.
And in my opinion,
murdered in cold blood
after he spoke his truth.
- Lia?
- What?
Stick to the script.
Pick up on
"he was 78 years old."
We're still rolling.
He was 78 years old,
and there is
no foul play suspected,
as the driver was also killed
in the accident.
It is irresponsible for me
to speak any further
on the nature of this event,
but I do find the timing
troubling and consistent
with the looming threat
that's hanging over the story.
Lia.
Which part of that
isn't true?
Warren Chambers
was warm and kind,
and he helped us to learn more.
Were you ever in Limetown
while it was operating
as a research campus?
- Wait for it.
- I was not.
Villard has not spoken
to anyone in over a decade.
As of 20 minute ago, I have
an address and a time to meet,
and he's either
directly responsible
or knows who is responsible
for what happened in the past
and whatever is happening
right now.
Hello?
There's something
I gotta tell you.
Receptionist said she was
waiting here all morning.
She's in the conference room.
Who is it, Mark?
Mom.
Lia, it's a survivor,
and she wants to speak to you.
Winona told me where
the next survivor is.
She said they all died because
of him in Rake, Wyoming.
There's something
you need to see. Get dressed.
They died because of him.
Warren Chambers.
You took care of the pigs
at Limetown.
Have a seat.
I couldn't help but notice
the makeup of your congregation.
I attract a specific crowd.
They're close. They can see it.
I guess you could say
I'm a salesman of a sort.
A salesman?
Well, that seems cynical.
Well, let's just say I speak
outside the purview
of the organized religions.
I'm pitching a different
sort of gospel anyway.
What sort is that?
The gospel of death.
Why didn't you tell me
who you were before now?
It was a test.
You passed.
No more tests, okay?
So before you came to Limetown,
you were a large-animal
veterinarian,
uh, in Pennsylvania, correct?
That's correct.
So you were
a medical professional?
I know how to inject people
with needles,
if that's what
you're getting at.
And you came
to Limetown alone?
Yes.
I was alone.
My wife had passed
a little before that,
and I really didn't care
what the hell I was doing
as long as
it was something else.
Never
in a million years
Could there be another you
I would shed a million tears
If we were ever through
Never in--
Dr. Chambers?
Yes?
Hi. I knocked, um,
but, um, I don't...
I just, um...
sorry.
I just wanted to stop by
and tell you
how sorry I am for your loss.
I apologize. That was rude.
I haven't introduced myself.
I'm Emile Haddock.
I'm Oskar Totem's
executive assistant,
and I just wanted to stop by
and see if you needed anything.
How'd you know?
We do our homework, you know.
Does everyone know?
Oh, no, sir. No.
We don't operate like that.
No.
Well, I'm--
I'm all right for now.
Thank you for stopping by.
Sure.
Well, if you need anything,
don't hesitate.
I'm just here for the pigs,
Mr. Haddock.
Okay.
Well, welcome to a fresh start.
I'm around.
Hello, everyone.
My name is Warren.
Welcome to Limetown.
Come on.
Welcome, welcome. Come on.
Good guy.
Good guy.
Here you go.
Yeah. Hey, girl.
Yeah. Hey, hey.
What are you
still doing in here?
Not afraid, I see.
Good.
I think you're gonna be
running this place soon enough.
Yeah. They better stay
out of your way.
It's decided then.
I'm gonna call you Napoleon.
Come on.
Yeah.
Good girl.
Yeah.
Hmm.
Yeah. You're gonna be
running this place soon.
Yeah.
Let's see.
There's--there's Piglet,
but he's a little scaredy-cat.
There's Wilbur
from "Charlotte's Web."
Now, that's a good one
to look up to.
And then there's Miss Piggy,
who Estelle always liked.
You're named after a pig
who becomes a dictator,
but that's just ironic, okay?
My wife would kill me
if she knew you were in here.
She was all bark, though.
You would have liked her.
I know it's strange, but...
people were never who I felt
most comfortable around,
and Napoleon wasn't
just a pig, you know?
Grief creeps into your life
and twists it just enough.
You're constantly
at war with yourself,
never sure if what you're
feeling or doing is right.
And when you find peace,
you don't question it.
After Estelle died,
that pig was the first thing
that made me feel human.
Hey. Come here.
Hey.
Heavens.
How you doing today?
Doing all right?
All right. Yeah.
Meet your new friends.
Now, that's Billy over there.
Yeah.
And there's Sarah.
Yeah.
See? I think you're gonna
like it here.
Hey, hey.
Can I help you fellows?
Which one's the oldest?
What's this all about?
Bacon.
All right.
Well, this one here is.
Henry,
stay away from that.
You had enough food today.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey fellows.
Couldn't we just take
a day off today, huh?
Just--just take it easy.
Why did Limetown need pigs?
When you're rolling out
a new piece
of biomedical engineering,
where do you start?
Wait. Biomedical?
You start your experiments
on animals.
And then, if and when it works,
you move to human animals.
What are some
of the characteristics of pigs
that come to mind?
Um, they're smart.
They're sensitive. They're--
Delicious.
They're slaughter animals.
No one bats an eye
if you kill them.
On top of that, they carry...
A great anatomical similarity
with our own species.
I apologize
for the hour, Dr. Chambers.
May I come in?
I know you've been wondering
about the fate of all the pigs.
I must tell you their individual
lives have been lost,
and that is sad,
but their sacrifice
was for something much larger.
I know you find me to be
something of a huckster,
so I'll speak to specifics
as to the nature of this place
in which we both live and work.
We're here to build a product,
Dr. Chambers,
and this product, if successful,
will change the world
and the way we communicate
because it will allow
for mind-to-mind communication
between users.
Okay. Wait, wait.
"Mind-to-mind communication"?
I mean, that's not--
that's not possible, right?
That's not even
the strangest bit.
He said it was early,
but they had--
...the prototype,
and we now have a method
to successfully plant it
into the brains of pigs.
This, combined with the
proper dosage of a supplement
that we have manufactured,
will allow us
to hear their thoughts.
I don't--
I don't--I don't understand
what you're saying.
What--what thoughts?
In what language?
Music.
Specifically a series
of synthesized tones
that will interpret the raw
emotional data of the animal
that will then
be relayed to you.
Yeah. I know it's
a lot, Dr. Chambers.
But you're an intelligent man.
You knew something
was going on here
that you couldn't
quite define, hmm?
Speech without speech.
That is our aim,
and we are close.
We just need someone
to be able to listen--
someone who the animal
is comfortable with,
who the animal already
has a relationship with.
And we want that someone...
to be you.
Dr. Chambers?
The surgery was a success.
- Where's Napoleon?
- Oh, he'll be here soon.
He's perfectly fine.
Good.
Do you hear that tone,
Dr. Chambers?
That's the sound
of your emotional state.
It's rudimentary,
but it's our best way
of understanding the animal
and you, as it were.
Oh, here he is.
I don't... I don't understand.
Just talk about
what's happening.
I can--I--I--I can feel...
I--I--I can feel his happiness.
I can feel it
like it's--like it's mine.
You can feel what he feels?
Now he's hungry.
And so am I.
Many things
about our time in that town,
you will come to learn,
will feel aligned
with darkness,
but what I don't want
to get lost is the magic,
the power of that piece
of hardware built there.
It was as pure a thing as I had
ever experienced in my life.
It pulled me back
from the ledge.
Are you ready to begin?
Let's try happy.
That's wonderful.
We have parity.
Well, let's try something
a little more nuanced.
Well, what if you
imagined something
about which you feel guilty?
Okay. Thank you.
That's--that's enough.
Let's try angry.
Too happy, the damn thing.
Try harder, Dr. Chambers.
We need it for our baseline.
What's the angriest
you've ever been?
Your sister stopped
by today...
And I told her
you'd be all right.
Push harder.
- I can't.
- You're almost there.
Let's work more tomorrow.
Whatever I felt and brought
into that room
was like trying to stand
against the ocean.
We--we shared a mind.
So there were no secrets?
No silence?
No.
No. There was no going back
from that.
Good morning.
Dr. Chambers,
this is R.B. Villard.
He's the patron responsible
for all of this
and the man
who heard the future
long before any of us.
He'll be observing today.
How do you do?
What's going on?
What's going on?
There was a gas leak
on the floor above us,
but it wasn't what
they thought, thank God.
- A false alarm?
- Yes.
And we will increase
your intake of the supplement
to mitigate any issues.
Where's Napoleon?
He's safe.
He's recovering
in a holding cell downstairs.
Can I see him?
We think that
might not be a good idea.
"We"?
It might be best, for now,
for us to put a hold on
any further experiments.
Well, for how long?
Let's just see how it goes.
Napoleon never
was the same after that,
and as time went on,
it got worse.
The fear was eroding everything.
It got to the point
where he couldn't sleep,
which meant
that I didn't sleep.
I need to see him.
I still feel him all the time.
You're still taking
the supplement?
Yes.
He's broken.
He needs me.
And I need him.
Go home, Dr. Chambers.
Thank you for your help.
Try to get some rest.
The fear was always there,
and I couldn't make it stop.
We couldn't make it stop.
I was losing my grip on sanity,
and that's when I decided
to do the hard thing.
The painful separation
between this life and the next.
Freedom from this form.
He knew I was coming,
but he was calm.
He welcomed it.
Hey, Napoleon.
Don't be afraid.
You're the best thing
that could have happened to me.
I'm so sorry.
I had doubts, but he was sure.
He stared me right in the eyes
and bowed his head,
as if to say, "It's okay."
I killed him
with the first blow.
I got a glimpse of death.
Void.
Nothing forever and ever,
but it was gone in an instant.
Then it got quiet.
The most quiet
it had been in days.
But then it happened.
I heard him again.
No.
No!
No!
Hello, Warren.
How are you feeling?
I'm okay.
Quite a blow you took.
Yeah. Pretty stupid.
Now, now.
We're just gonna
make you better.
Nothing permanent.
Where's Oskar? Is he around?
Dr. Totem is not available
at the moment.
Now, we have deactivated
your implant,
so you won't be able to use
that going forward, okay?
Tell Oskar--Dr. Totem--
that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I failed him.
But you didn't fail him.
After all I went through,
all I did...
The tech worked, Warren.
It worked perfectly.
We're advancing to human trials
thanks to you.
Here, take this.
Press it if you need anything.
I was allowed to stay
in town after that,
but I just worked
at the movie theater.
I knew how to thread
a projector.
That's that.
What is it that
you think you heard
after Napoleon was killed?
My calling.
My road to Damascus.
It took me years to process it,
but I found my way.
Right.
Do you think it's possible
that it was all
just a psychosomatic response
to an extreme situation?
Sure.
Okay.
I just want to be clear
about something,
because
it's a really important point.
So you said R.B. Villard,
who is financially responsible
for Limetown--
he was there, in Limetown,
during it operation?
Yes, ma'am.
That is an incredible piece
of information, Dr. Chambers.
Why is that?
Because his story has always
been that he was never there.
Well, I bet a lot of people
who were there wish
that was their story.
What happened to the tech?
Human trials.
Right, but did that work?
Seems like it.
You know anything
else about that?
No.
Just that it led to that awful
night, and I knew exactly why.
What do you mean?
Have you been listening?
Um...
I spoke to someone
who mentioned a man
with a unique natural ability.
"The Man That They
Were All There For"?
I won't speak to that.
Warren, what happened
to everybody?
Where did they go?
I won't speak to that either.
Why not?
I'm afraid.
- Of what?
- Lia, hear me.
To love anything worldly
makes you weak,
and I do.
I love people
who are alive and happy.
Nothing gives me greater joy
than those two qualities...
because the greatest shame
in my life
is that I'm not strong enough
to fear only my God.
- Who are you afraid of?
- Lia.
If you let them hide,
if you do not expose them--
I--I'm sorry. I really am.
Name your fear.
You're not there yet.
Identified in the dark, it--
You're not there yet.
Strip it of all its mythology,
all its baggage,
all of its noise
and see it for what it
really is: a doorway.
Why won't you help me?
Then the Reverend stood up,
grabbed either side of my face,
and kissed my forehead.
He wiped the tears
from my cheek
that I didn't realize
were mine.
He didn't speak another word,
but he didn't need to.
He held my hand and walked me
back to my rental car,
making sure I found my way
in the dark.
I watched the night absorb
his silhouette as I drove away.
I pulled into a small
gas station
a few miles down the road
and I cried.
I can't explain why.
Three days later,
Reverend Warren Chambers
was struck
and killed
by a drunk driver
while walking home
from the drugstore in town.
He wasn't afraid of the end.
- Amen?
- Amen.
He welcomed it
with open arms,
just as we all should.
He was 78 years old.
...and helping all of you
cross over
when it's your time to go.
And in my opinion,
murdered in cold blood
after he spoke his truth.
- Lia?
- What?
Stick to the script.
Pick up on
"he was 78 years old."
We're still rolling.
He was 78 years old,
and there is
no foul play suspected,
as the driver was also killed
in the accident.
It is irresponsible for me
to speak any further
on the nature of this event,
but I do find the timing
troubling and consistent
with the looming threat
that's hanging over the story.
Lia.
Which part of that
isn't true?
Warren Chambers
was warm and kind,
and he helped us to learn more.
Were you ever in Limetown
while it was operating
as a research campus?
- Wait for it.
- I was not.
Villard has not spoken
to anyone in over a decade.
As of 20 minute ago, I have
an address and a time to meet,
and he's either
directly responsible
or knows who is responsible
for what happened in the past
and whatever is happening
right now.
Hello?
There's something
I gotta tell you.
Receptionist said she was
waiting here all morning.
She's in the conference room.
Who is it, Mark?
Mom.