Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - Kush - full transcript

I take it
you're feeling much better.

There's nothing
like the attentions

of a capable physician
to cure the chronically ill.

You were never ill.
It was simply-

An element of my physiology

as yet undiscovered by medicine.

Where to this evening?

A turn through Piccadilly
to start, please.

- You have done so much for me.
- John, I hardly-

Let me speak, Doctor.

I've spent my entire life
lost in a void,



afraid of who I am...

Of what I am.

If not for you,
I fear I would have remained lost.

Instead, I can now see that I am
neither a freak of nature nor a devil,

but a man...

Very much in love.

And someone who wishes to spend
the rest of his life

repaying his savior
for all she's done.

I promise to make you happy,
Helen, for all eternity...

Ah... Ah...

Ah...

Will!

Will!

- You alright?
- Oh... Yeah.



That was... That was bad.

Oh, damn!

Sylvio!

You okay?

What do you think?

Where the hell are we?

To be honest...

...I've no idea.

Allison!

- Are we? Are we?
- It's okay, it's okay.

- It's okay. You're safe.
- That thing!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Look, it's gone.

It's gone, alright? Look at me.

You're fine. You're fine, okay?

Yeah, that's
very helpful. Tell her she's fine.

Even though we're totally screwed.

Ah!

- Your arm!
- Don't touch me.

I'll do it.

S- see? All better.

- No, no, go away!
- It's alright. It's alright.

You're alive.

- Did we make it?
- We're down, yes.

Looks like your co-pilot
did most of the work, though.

I was in the washroom
when it happened.

I heard screams.

Don't move. Your leg is broken.
I'll tend to it in a moment.

What are you doing?

Getting us out of here.

I can't get a signal.

- Mom? Thank god.
- Ashley. I'm fine.

We lost the pilot,
but the rest of us are okay.

We know. We've been
tracking you the entire time.

- What happened?
- I'll give you the details later!

We have some wounded who need
immediate medical attention!

Okay, we got you.

Sat tracking has the crash site
located in the central Hindu Kush.

We already have a rescue team
mobilizing out of Islamabad.

- ETA should be about five hours.
- Good work!

I'll see you when I get home!

Mom...

It's really good to hear your voice.

It's good to hear yours, too, Ashley.

I have good news.

A rescue team will be here
in about five hours.

In the meantime,
we'll assess your injuries

and try keep you all
as warm as possible,

and if the gods are smiling,

I'll find some tea
and make us all a pot.

See? You'll be back in new Delhi
by breakfast.

I should've guessed
this would be no match

for the great Helen Magnus.

Exactly.
Never doubt the boss.

Magnus! Will...

This is definitely
after the punch line.

- You think it survived the crash?
- We did.

I'm still getting paid, right?

I mean, I did fulfil the contract

to find and capture
one bad-ass snow creature.

- I mean, what happens after that-
- Sylvio, give it a rest, alright?

Start securing the plane.

Do what you can
to block out the cold.

Five hours is a long time to be
exposed to these temperatures.

I'll see what I can dig up.

I know you wanted this one badly.

Not like this.

But at least we know why
no one's captured one before-

They're a hardy breed.

Yeah, and here we are,
stuck on its turf.

I'm not sure I like not knowing
whether that thing is alive or dead.

- Can you understand him?
- It's a dialect of Tibetan.

Wasn't he one of the Sherpas
on the expedition?

Yes, he must have
stowed away on the flight.

- Bad move.
- Your name is Tashi, right?

Can you stand?

It's alright. You're safe.

The thing is gone.
Let me see your hand.

Look after him.

I think you are! I mean, we have
a right to an explanation!

What the hell was that thing?
How did it get in this plane, man?

It was our cargo-

A rare species of snow leopard
we captured in Tajikistan,

north of Dushanbe.

Never heard of a snow leopard
attacking a group of people before.

It was a rare offshoot
of the species.

Its designation
is Cryptid Bipedis Himalaya.

You expect us to believe
that that was a leopard?

That was four times
the size of any cat.

Whatever it was,
it brought the plane down.

Who are you people?

We're with a private
research foundation.

The creature we brought back
was unique,

and I deeply regret
what happened.

Our intention was to transport it
to our facility in New Delhi

run by Dr. Grant here.

I have many such sanctuaries
around the world.

New Delhi was the closest,
and with such dangerous cargo-

Yeah, well, hooray for you
and your safety protocols,

because they worked
like a charm, right?

We didn't mean for this to happen.
We took every precaution possible.

Really? Cause he's dead!

We're stranded here,
and your cargo?

Gone.

Or is it?

- We don't know.
- What does that mean?

That means we could be attacked
at any time-

That is extremely unlikely.

These creatures are incredibly shy
and used to their natural habitat.

If it did survive, it would have sought
refuge higher up the mountain.

Shy? That creature
or whatever the hell it was,

almost killed every one of us!

- And who the hell is he?
- A stowaway,

a Sherpa who helped us
capture the creature.

Oh, really? Well, good for you!

How about you go out there
and do it again!

This time make sure it's dead!

Hey! You obviously have a problem
knowing when to shut up, man.

He wanted to come back with us.

He has family in Peshawar
he hasn't seen in years.

Why not just ask for a lift?

He was afraid
that you would refuse him.

He's very sorry that he deceived you,
and he asks for your forgiveness.

Well, you certainly picked
the wrong flight.

Alright, even though the rescue
will be here soon,

we still need to keep warm.

It will help us with the shock
of what we've just endured.

Everyone, find some tools
and help seal up the plane.

Yes, ma'am.

A storm.

An arctic outflow system
moving into the region really fast.

It's huge.

Rescue teams won't be able
to get into the region

until the weather clears.

The size of this one,
it could take days.

Grab our winter gear.
I'll have Hans get a plane ready.

Wheels up in four hours.

I want us leading the rescue team
the second the weather breaks.

Alright, that ought to do it.

We're not much better off in here.

This is only for a few days,
until the storm passes.

Kid, I've been fixing planes
up here for 15 years.

Winter storms
in this part of the world

are not like the winter storms
in your part of the world.

They can last a few weeks
before they roll out.

A few weeks?

Do you know
what "Hindu Kush" means?

"Slayer of Hindus".

So named by the locals here

because they believe
that the weather and the mountains

were created by God for the sole
purpose of killing people.

Fun place
for a plane crash, huh?

Alright.

That'll do it.
Try to find a place to sleep.

I wasn't hiding, you know...

When it happened.

No one's saying that you were.

You're thinking it.
Everybody's thinking it.

Everyone was terrified.

You weren't.

It's different for me.
I've been doing this for a long time.

You think we crashed
because I wasn't in the cockpit,

that I should have been there,
tried to keep us in the air.

I only had to use
the restroom, alright?

Please...

Try to get some sleep, alright?

Oh, please tell me that that is tea.

Gods are on vacation.

It's coffee.

- Here.
- Pass.

Come on,
it'll help you keep warm.

I have standards, Will.
Drinking coffee? Well below them.

Man, you are a Brit
to the core, aren't you?

And proud of it.

So, uh, taking stock of things.

We don't have a lot of food left,
maybe a day or so,

and the heater fuel is not
going to last much longer either.

Alright.

We'll ration everything
very carefully.

This could be home
for a long while.

Yeah, well, you never know.
This place, a little redecorating...

Probably still feel
like a doomed hellhole.

Is that your way of saying
any port in the storm?

No, it's my way
of coping with the fact

that this is the world's
worst cup of coffee.

Rule Britannia.

What do you want?

My love.

No!

Magnus,
what's happening?

The co-pilot appears
to have committed suicide.

This is crazy.
Why would we he do that?

Just give us some space.

Come on.

Yeah.

Looks like he used
a broken piece of glass.

Why would he just
give up like this?

I mean, I know the rescue
is delayed, but still.

Hardly in keeping
with aviation regulations,

plus he abandoned his post
when the creature attacked.

Who knows what other skeletons
he had in his closet?

What if it wasn't a suicide?

No sign of a struggle.

No screams, cries for help,

any of which
would have woken us up.

Unless he knew his attacker.

You said Strickland felt
people were angry at him

for not helping fly the plane
when the creature attacked.

What if he was right?

Mad enough to kill?

With all of us here,
and absolutely no place to hide?

A bit of a stretch.

Sorry, but you pay me
for my outlandish theories.

Tashi, right?

Toshi?

That's your name?

Sylvio.

Did I ever tell you
about my fiancee, Giselle?

She and I got something
real nice going on.

I hunt monsters.

I catch them and bring them back,
alive or dead, for cash...

Cash I'm using to set
me and my girl up real nice,

so if you stowed away on this plane
to take a shot at me,

or come between me
and the money I'm owed?

Nothing personal,
Sherpa man, but...

I will end you.

Will, stay where you are.

No...

- Just stay put.
- Mom?

Will...

I'll be right back.

Come on. It's getting ugly.

What the hell was that thing?

...to take us all
out in our sleep?

- You tell me.
- What's going on here?

Seems Tashi caught
Mr. Sneaky mechanic here

trying to steal
some of our hardware.

One of my best sellers.

Going to shoot a weapons dealer
with his own gun?

You can see
how the irony is lost on me!

It was for protection,
alright?

Y- you don't think I see
that you're all packing weapons?

I'm just trying to level
the playing field here, people.

It's not even loaded.
Sylvio, let him go.

Mr. Braun, these cases
are our property,

and I'll thank you
to remember that,

even under these
trying circumstances,

and the weapons we carry
are for everyone's protection.

- Then give me a gun.
- That is definitely not happening.

So I'm supposed to sit here

and let one of you
kill me in my sleep?

No, I don't think so.
I'm not going down without a fight.

- Someone shut him up?
- Or I could start with you.

Everyone, get some sleep.

John?

I promise to make you happy,
Helen, for all eternity.

No...

Giselle: Sylvio...

Sylvio...

Giselle?

Hey, baby.

Are you for real, girl?

Kiss me and find out.

I love you, baby.

We've lost
a valuable member of our team.

Severe abdominal laceration,
and he had to have been killed here.

There'd be a mess
if he were moved afterward.

There are no other injuries
of any kind, no defensive wounds.

No, it's like he just
let somebody stab him.

What is wrong
with you people?

We know who killed him.
I mean, come on, look!

- Hey! Whoa, whoa!
- No, look.

- Mr. Braun.
- Calm down.

- He did it, and I can prove it.
Really? How?

Around his neck. Look.

I've seen other Sherpas with that,

ones that believe that the Yeti
is some kind of god.

The order of Pangboche.

A group of Tibetan mystics
who worship the creature

as a protector of the mountains.

So now we know who let the damn
thing loose in the first place.

What more reason
would he need to kill us all?

We tried to steal his people's
damn sacred cow.

Hold on. What is he saying?

He says the medallion
was a gift from his cousin,

that he doesn't
worship the creature,

and why would he help to capture
something only to free it again?

Revenge. To teach us a lesson
so we don't try and hunt it again-

Hold on, hold on.

Now, Tashi claims that he's not part
of this Pangboche order, correct?

And, I'm sorry, but having a medallion
is hardly proof of intent to kill.

Will's right.

We can't condemn a man
because of his beliefs.

Leave him alone.

- I get it. I get it.
- Braun-

You had Sherpa boy kill Strickland,

and then you had him murder
the weapons guy. Why?

Because you owed him money?

So you take me out,
and there you go,

no more witnesses
to your little massacre. Wow.

You're being
completely irrational.

There are still far too many
unanswered questions.

No, no, no, see,
I will not go quietly.

No, no. Go ahead and try,
but I'll fight you.

Jesus, you're nuts...

- I'll go keep an eye on him.
- Take Tashi with you.

Alright, what the hell...

What the hell is going on here?

Why would somebody go on a killing
spree in a stranded plane?

They wouldn't.

Come here.

I need to ask you something,
and it may sound strange.

Oh, believe me, I'm getting
very used to strange.

Have you had any dreams,
hallucinations?

Incredibly vivid,
too real to ignore?

People who couldn't
possibly be there.

And yet you can feel
their presence, yes.

It's tricks of the mind.

Post-traumatic stress,
plus the elevation and exhaustion.

I thought so too at first, but now
I'm beginning to have my doubts.

Why do you say that?

Describe his wounds.

Deep cross-length laceration.

Interesting.

I see a diagonal laceration
from palm to forearm.

What?

Well, how is that possible?

- I mean, one of us has to be right.
- Or we're both wrong.

Something is affecting our minds,
clouding our judgment.

What do you mean,
like mind control?

But there's nobody on this plane
who could-

The creature...

You think it's among us?

And hiding in plain sight, using this
telepathic power to conceal itself.

What, by making itself invisible?

Or by posing as one of us.

It can make us see things
that aren't even real.

But why would it hang around?
I mean, this is its terrain.

Maybe it marked this as its hunting
ground. It sees us as a threat.

Abnormals aren't like humans.

They don't play by the same rules
that we understand.

Clearly it's having an effect on us.

We can't trust anything
that we see or hear or even feel.

But there's got to be some way
of knowing who we can trust.

Wait.

"A hardy breed... "

if its natural habitat
is sub-arctic temperatures,

then it would have to have
a pretty special physiology, right?

Even for an abnormal.

How will this show us anything?
I mean, we don't have any equipment.

We can't do a proper analysis.

On the contrary,
we have exactly what we need.

This creature thrives
in high altitudes

and extremely low temperatures.

It would have to have
some sort of protective protein

or antibody in its blood,

otherwise it would never be able
to survive the harsh conditions.

Now, normal blood will freeze
in temperatures this low in minutes.

My thought is
that the creature's won't.

- How can one of us be-
- It's just a theory, Allison.

Hopefully one we can rule out.

Alright, 10 minutes
should be enough time.

I'm sorry.
This situation is just- I'm...

- I'm trying to stay calm.
- We all are.

And believe me, I've been
in far worse situations than this.

- You have?
- Absolutely.

There was a town of Zombies
in Uganda,

and of course I ran out
of ammunition just as night fell.

Um, a deep sea capsule I was in

was trapped underneath
a gigantic mutated squid,

and there was an escaped lunatic

who was able to turn himself
into a giant ape.

Thanks.

You just made all that up,
didn't you?

Only two of them.

My point is, you just have
to keep trying, no matter what.

That's how we'll stay alive.

So what if your little test
doesn't work? What then?

- We'll try something else.
- Well, hurray, Mr. Positive.

Braun, do me a favor, alright?

Just drop this whole
"I'm angry at the world" routine,

because it's getting very old.

What are you,
some kind of a shrink now?

Yes.

- As a matter of fact, I am.
- So what?

Have you been psychoanalyzing me
the whole time?

What's your prognosis, Doc?

Angry at my mommy?
Didn't get enough toys-

You're afraid, and there's
a lot of that going around,

so it doesn't make you
so special.

No, but it does make me human.

Braun.

I see the same thing.

No, no. No...

Stay calm.

- It isn't me. It isn't me...
- Just calm down.

I'm not the creature.

Just until the rescue arrives.

No. No. You don't have to do this.
I'm not a monster, alright?

I've been seeing things,
yes, okay?

I've been seeing things
that I can't explain.

But that does not
make me a monster.

This is for your own safety
as well as ours.

No, no, no.

Mr. Braun, please,
we really have no choice.

I can't do small spaces.

Please. Please. Please.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, no, don't-

Please, please... Please, don't.

Please... I'm not the monster.

Please, I'm not the monster.
Please, please, please!

Please don't! Please, please!
I'm not the monster, please!

I'm not good in...
I'm not good in small spaces.

Oh, please...

I'm human. I'm human like you.
Please. Oh, please, help.

I'm not a monster.

Oh, my god!

Did he see anything?

No, he says he felt like
something overcame him

and made him feel like
he was in a dream,

even though he swears
he was awake the whole time.

But he was right in front
of the compartment.

Did he hear anything?
Did Braun call for help?

He was back in his village.
He was at a celebration.

He was dancing at his wedding
with his wife.

And then he felt like he was
possessed by something evil.

Alright. Tashi, come with us.

It's alright.

Just to clarify, you're not seeing
a monster, right?

Are you?

I wish I was.

How does the guy we I.D.
as the creature

turn out to be its next victim?

Because he's human.
I've just run the test again.

But we both saw it before.
It wasn't frozen.

We saw what the creature
wanted us to see,

in order to throw us off the scent.

I should have anticipated
something like this.

The legends about the creature-
Some call it a skinwalker.

Others say it eats your soul.

Add the fact that no one's
ever caught one before,

and I should have realized the initial
capture went down too easily.

Tashi said that he was
at his wedding, dancing with his wife.

With each kill, it's like we enter
this vivid dream-like state

that distracts us from the events.

It knows exactly what to show us

in order to completely
divert our focus.

But why?

I mean, why is it just hanging around,
picking us off one by one?

Perhaps it has no choice.

It has to be here to survive, too.

What do you see?

Uh...

I see a door off its hinges.

Touch it.

Now, try to see
what's really there.

- I see a lock.
- I don't.

There's no lock.

There's no damage.

The door was open
the entire time?

- The less we use our eyes...
- The more we see.

Okay, okay, so, uh, what are we
not looking for, then?

There.

These couldn't have been made
by the creature we believe we saw.

It barely had enough room
to move in here,

and its claws were
four times this size.

And don't cold weather mammals
moult under stress?

There's no sign
of any fur in here.

So there never was
a 400-pound Yeti.

These scratches were made
by something much smaller,

almost human sized.

It just made us think
we were dealing

with something
far more intimidating,

likely whatever our subconscious
dictated it would be.

Okay, so if what we saw before
was just a Jedi mind trick,

what the hell does
this damn thing look like?

I have no idea,
but it's a good bet

that it's as vulnerable
to the cold as we are,

hence its need to blend in
among us in order to survive.

- Magnus, how do I know that-
- I'm me?

- Yeah.
- You don't.

Nor am I certain
that you're you.

The creature could be
any one of us.

I keep thinking there must be
some way of telling, you know?

A way knowing
if the person's really them.

For the moment, we'll just have
to rely on the little things.

Like the fact that the real you

wouldn't insult me
by giving me false hope.

Or the fact you keep offering me
that horrible brown sludge to drink.

You know, that thing's
never attacked two of us at once,

which means it's only powerful
enough to handle one of us at a time.

So alone, we're vulnerable.

We stay close, we live.

I'll take first watch.

Alright, this is the last
gas canister.

It's going to get cold tonight.

Will, stay where you are.

Just stay put.

Mom...

I'll be right back.

They're...

They're here.

Hey! Hey, they're here!
They're here!

Hey!

Heard you guys
were looking for a lift?

- Ashley!
- It's good to see you, big guy!

Okay, we only get
a short break in the storm,

so let's get you guys
out of here, pronto!

- Okay!
- I'll help the others.

- Will, come on!
- Okay!

Will, come on, move it!

This isn't real.

Put on your harness!

You're not real!

Allison!

No!

Did you ever love me?

I mean, truly love me?

You know I'm just an element
of your subconscious mind,

so feel free
to be completely frank.

When I first knew you at Oxford,
I loved you with my entire being.

Those were passionate times,

gone too quickly...

Followed by very dark days.

You destroyed my heart, John.

Even though I understood
why you had changed, your ailment,

the hatred you felt towards me,

and then the way
you would harm our daughter.

Let me make it up to you.

I need you to wake up.

Now!

Hey.

You alright?

You look like you were
having a hell of a dream.

I must have dozed off.
Is everything-

Everything's fine, though you were
supposed to be keeping watch.

I'll take over if you want.

- Magnus!
- Will. stay where you are.

Mom?

We never got a chance to talk.

Talk with me, Will.

You're not real.

Does that really matter?

You died when I was eight!

You don't even know me anymore!

That doesn't mean
I don't love you.

Stay with me.

I can't.

Will?

I can't!

Seriously, you should
get some sleep. I got your back.

I'm chilled to the bone.

Could you make me
something hot to drink?

Yeah, sure. I'll make some tea.

- I'd prefer coffee.
- Of course.

You finally got one.

The first capture ever.

Hell of a cost.

That's beyond ugly.

How did you know it wasn't me?

Like I said,
it's the little things.

The less we use our eyes...

Welcome to reality.

I'm happy to be here.