Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 13 - One Night - full transcript

This night is
a disaster already,

I can feel it.

What? But we
haven't even eaten yet.

When you're on a date
with the Mayor of Crazy Town,

you can just
sense these things.

I just said
I liked John Cusack movies.

Old ones...
a-and the new ones.

So, what,
that makes me crazy?

I'm just saying,
on a first date...

these things

are best left unmentioned.



Okay, you're doing
the British accent thing again.

Am I, darling?

Yes, you do it when
you're feeling insecure.

No...

Yes. Behavior analyst.

No, no, I do it when
I've nothing else to say,

and I dread the silences
between the sayings of things.

Ah, yes. What will happen
if they strike?

What will happen?

Uh, death, chaos,
a baseball strike.

Try it.

Oh, this you
telling me to shut up?

- Try it.
- Okay.

Italian.



The, uh, restaurant
we're going to

is this Italian joint
called "Alfredo's".

You may have heard of it.

As in five-star review,

"we don't take
reservations" Alfredo's?

- For most people, but...
- Oh, really?

Well, I'm a very
influential guy.

And I may have also possibly

used my boss's name
to get us a table,

but it's an amazing
table, so...

Well...

That sounds lovely, William!

Tip of the day,
leave the accents to me.

I do work on them.

Come on, guv'nor! Let's have
a laugh and a pint!

Abby...

Hi.

Okay... I'm just going
to reach into my pocket

and get my wallet.

Everything's in there.

Cash, cards,
take what you want...

Take 'em both.

Hey, hey. Come on.

Get in there.

Will?

Skinny little punk,
ain't he?

This is a mistake.

If you want money,
we can negotiate that,

but kidnapping us is...

You have the wrong people.

No, we don't.

You don't know
what's going on,

so if you want to stay healthy,

you'll shut up, listen,
and learn, both of you.

We know exactly who you are,
Dr. Will Zimmerman,

and you're here
for one reason only.

You save his life,
or you both die.

What happened?

It doesn't
matter what happened.

Just fix him.

It's obvious that
your friend needs help,

but I am not your guy.

He's not lying.

You really did kidnap
the wrong person,

or-or people.

You're a doctor.
You work at the Sanctuary.

He's a shrink,

who, yeah, works at
the Sanctuary.

When you put it like that,
it sounds so cheap.

Okay, we have
nothing to gain

by lying to these people.

We don't want to deepen
their obvious trust issues,

not to mention exacerbate
the dynamic of paranoia

already at play here.

Oh, I get it now.

FBI Behavioral Science
department.

Two shrinks!

That's great.

Actually, I'm more of
a clinical sociologist,

mass pattern specialist...

Sigmund and Anna Freud,
right here.

Listen, your friend
needs medical help, okay?

Surgical treatment.

Fine. Get busy.

What about the last
three minutes did you miss?

I am not a surgeon.

He gets queasy.

What is this?

We need a real doctor,
a scientist or something.

Just haul him off to the ER?

Those quills aren't normal.

He needs special treatment,
Sanctuary treatment.

He's screwing with us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on a second here,

I-I think I understand
what's happening.

You wanted my boss,

but as it happens,
she's out of town,

so you have to settle
for me? Right?

Wow, that's a shame,

because I would pay
all kinds of money

to see you try
to shanghai Helen Magnus.

Whoa, whoa,
h-h-hold on a sec.

Just hold on, okay?

Just calm down.

Are you testing me,
shrink?

No.

I'm-I'm going to see
what I can do here.

Please, assist.

Okay, so, what are
these things anyway?

They look...
like giant quills.

Yeah. Something
messed him up good.

Something abnormal, right?

You know what kind?

This is from
a Mongolian Jessoped.

It's a tundra predator.

It releases toxic quills
anytime you corner it,

or piss it off.

Oh, God.
How long till...

If this just happened,
we have some time,

but it's a few hours, max.

So?

Well, I have to get him
back to the Sanctuary

immediately for treatment...

Not a chance.

Because he won't survive
if we don't.

Then neither will you,
or her.

Next option.

- There isn't one.
- You see, he's been poisoned,

which means
I need the auto-assist

in the main lab
of the Sanctuary

to create a counter-toxin.

I need access to
diagnostics machines,

I need saline

and antibiotics
to stabilize him...

And your automatic security

that'll disable us
as soon as we get in there.

No, no, no. I can guarantee you
safe passage.

You just have to trust me.

It's not happening.

Do what you got to do,
but do it here.

We've brought in everything
that you should need.

I need water, hot water,
towels, a lighter

to sterilize
whatever sharp instrument

you trust me with.

One knife,
and we'll sterilize it.

Koda.

So, uh... Will, I think...
I think maybe we're done

with the "feeling them out"
phase of things.

They are killers, Will.

No, they're criminals,
or drug dealers.

If we keep our heads,
we will get through this...

No, Will, they are killers.

Those viper tattoos
they all have?

It's a symbol
of the Vendetta Crew.

A loose affiliation
of contract killers

from North America to Asia.

The FBI has a file
on these guys a mile long.

They are very bad people, Will.

This must be
their Michael Corleone.

Be careful with it.
It was a gift from my Mom.

Oh, God.

I'm going to clean the wound
to get a better look.

Will...

Yeah,
these are pretty nasty.

They're going to
have to come out.

Will...

I know, I know.
I hate blood too.

No, blood is fine.

It's needles.

A-Anything sharp,

I can't stand to have it
near my skin.

It's a total phobia.

Okay, that
is not important now.

Come on.

- Hey...
- We're going to be fine.

Okay, seriously?

Can you stop with
the baseless affirmations?

Classic violent
group-think dynamic

means that they will use
any form of leverage they can

to get what they want.

I know, that's why
they brought both of us.

Yeah, leverage,
right here, so...

You know, just...

stop telling me everything's
going to be fine.

At least they're human.

- You think?
- Yeah.

Listen, I've never heard
of this Vendetta Crew,

so they're not on
the Sanctuary Watch List.

I'm not saying
they're not dangerous,

but, you know, they're not...

Crazy monsters
that shoot poison quills?

Yeah. So there's that.

No matter what happens, Will,
whether we save this guy or not,

the faster we cure him,
the sooner we die.

Yeah.

There are a lot of guns here,
but they're spread out.

There must be a million
places to hide

in this place.

If we can at least just
get out of this room.

Just need
some kind of distraction.

He's going into
toxic shock.

We don't have a lot of time.

Okay, we can do this.

We need a plan.

We don't have time.
Follow my lead.

Wait, no, no.
Abby, what are you doing...

We need fresh hot water,

and I need to use
the powder room.

Psst.

Anything else?

Ugh.

What, no scented hand towels?

Make it fast.

Oh, absolutely,

because you know how much
women love to be rushed.

Out of earshot.

Go.

So, how did you wind up
on the wrong side of a Jessoped?

This thing, with the quills.

You just love
to keep pushing me.

No, I just want to know

why you're risking
his life like this.

Because we don't have time
to mess around.

We're meeting a new supplier,
someone big, a whole new level.

And they'll only
deal with him.

Someone else shows up,
and the deal goes sour.

Come on, what is it?
Drugs? Weapons?

Midnight.

That's how long you have
to get him healthy.

Now, we could keep bonding,
but you're on the clock.

Uh... A little help
in here?

Put 'em down, now!

You don't have the balls
to do this, shrink.

You want to try me?

Because I haven't eaten
since breakfast,

and I get real pissy
when I'm hungry!

I want to hear
those guns hit the floor!

Do what he says.

The gun, please.

Get back to work.

This goes back
to my first year of pre-med.

We need to stop the seizures.

A combination of
epinephrine and saline.

Okay, sounds...sounds good.

Nice try, by the way.

You too.

Don't ever do that again.

When that gun went off,
I just thought that...

Will, I'm-I'm s...

- No, no.
- No, no, no.

You're not sorry, okay?
I'm sorry.

This is my fault.
Y-You shouldn't be here.

I deserve to be here,
but not you.

Will...

You know,
I'm not even worried.

I mean, the make-up sex
is gonna be incr...

Uh... Date!

Make-up date is gonna be...

Hey!

Oh.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

Oh, God.

Y-You did it!

Thank you, pre-med.

Will, what just happened?

Will, what just happened?

I think I just killed him.

What the hell
did you do to him?

Nothing that should have
killed him!

He's not breathing!

I know! It triggered
a massive heart attack!

Aw, man,
they are so dead...

Just give us a chance
to save him!

Then you're welcome
to kill us, okay?

Just back down, Koda.

Oh, come on...

Will...Will...

And you said
I went off half-cocked.

What did you give him,
pure adrenaline?

It was 90% saline.
This shouldn't have happened.

Okay, wait, wait, wait,
what are you doing?

It's a Hail Mary,
a triple dose of epi.

Are you crazy?

Yes, and it's the only thing
that'll work.

Come on, man...
Come on, come back to me!

Oh... Will, how did you know
that would save him?

Would you
like to explain to me

what in the holy hell
just happened?

You tried to kill him!

Like hell I did!

The first shot I gave him
should have stabilized him,

but if you keep
holding out on me,

this is what you get.

Back!

All of you.

This guy is an abnormal.

That's the only reason
that he would react this way.

Lower your voice.

Something difficult
to detect.

A human offshoot?

He's a Septerran.

Ah.

Full-blooded.
Fifth generation, apparently.

Okay, wait, wait,
what's a...

It means he looks human,
but he's far from it.

Just a little detail
you happened to leave out?

I didn't think
it'd make a difference.

- Well, it does!
- Lower your voice!

Because they have completely
inverse immune systems,

don't they?

Helen Magnus
would have killed him...

Shut up!

... without that info!

Why didn't you tell us?

The others can't know.

They wouldn't understand.
They wouldn't follow him.

What about you?

Two hours!

That's how long
you have to save him,

or you both take a bullet!

No mystery what that'll do.

That's getting old.

Buddy, buddy!

If you keep screaming at me
like that, I'm just gonna...

No, no!

No, no, I don't know
what happened to Mr. Will.

No... Am I his girlfriend?

Dude, have you seen the guy?

He's a matchstick
with hair gel.

Oh, really?

Well, maybe I should ask
the health inspector

to pay you a surprise visit...

Yeah, well,

just be glad I don't
parlez Italiano.

Uh-huh. Who was that?

The maitre d' at Alfredo's.

El furioso that Will
reserved a private table

in Magnus's name.

Always liked the cut
of that man's jib.

- Big date.
- Gotta make things happen.

Yeah, well, they're
none too happy about it.

Why are they in a twist?
A customer's a customer.

Because according to
Screamy McNaples,

Will and Abby
never showed up.

Say what?

"It's like poison
to my mother's eyes,

an empty table! Ai..."

I love Italians.
So passionate.

He said in 30 years

they've never once
had a no-show.

Yeah, well, maybe
the food's slipping.

Alfredo's? Not a chance.

That place is booked up
months in advance

for good reason.

It's odd that he didn't
at least call.

Hmm.

Guys...
thinking out loud here,

but maybe his date with Abby
got off to a good start.

As in, a really good start.

As in they never left
her apartment!

Work with me, people!

No, not a chance.

Mate, the food's that good?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

Better than spontaneous
pre-date nookie?

Yes.

I need some supplies.

Now, before you get
all alpha-dog on me,

hear me out.

Yes, I've seen wounds
like this before.

One of our operatives
got quilled

on a mission last year.

Now, I've cobbled together
a counter-toxin from memory,

but I'm missing
a few key ingredients.

"Radon firebrats.

Savoy leech extract?"

These elements are
what we call "Red List."

It means they're only available
on the local black market.

There's a list of suppliers
who sell them there, too.

You really think
I'm going to let you

go to the mall right now?

Send Abby.

Have one of your
Rhodes scholars escort her.

Listen, if you want me
to save your boss,

then this is what I need.

If you mess with me

or you try to make contact
with the Sanctuary...

She dies. I get it.

Are we going
to do this or not?

Koda...

Take the lady shopping.

If she tries to run,
shoot her.

Copy that.

Show him the red box,
the red one...

Open it and then run.

Okay, so, uh...
you sure about this?

Just get everything on the list.

You step outside the line,
he's dead.

Okay, his handwriting
is like a fifth grader's.

Well, that was
the last thing on the list.

I think we got everything.

Your boyfriend's
into some freaky stuff.

Okay, not my boyfriend.
I already told you that.

Can you hold that?

I hope they gave us
the right thing.

Can you just check?

Where are you?

What?

How long ago?

Watch him!

I could use a hand here,
guys.

I need to change
his bandages.

We could wait till he has
another seizure,

but it's going to be
a lot harder then.

Okay, just go easy,
'cause his wounds could open...

Get up.

Your girlfriend sicced a freak
she bought on my boy.

No kidding?

Big mistake.

Without the shopping list,
you can't make the cure.

No cure means
you're useless to me.

Thanks for the house-call.

Don't! Don't!

Oh, Abby, no...

I'm sorry, Will.

Ain't love grand?

Hold still.

I thought I gave you
specific instructions.

Open the red box
and then run, and I did.

And what about

contacting
the Sanctuary for help?

They were going to shoot you.

I just thought, you know,

might as well make
that counter-toxin

and buy some more time.

Abby...

I am not leaving this date

until it is officially over,

and... I think
it's going quite well.

Don't you?

Yes, I do.

What was in the red box?

It's called
a Moroccan cave scorpion.

It's a nasty little bastard,
isn't it?

It bit his face.

Yeah, you're normally
not supposed to release one

without wearing
a welder's mask and gloves.

Noted for next time.

I really hope
you didn't need this alive.

Nice move.

Okay, so no witnesses

saw them
go anywhere near Alfredo's,

but we got something else.

What's this?

Black market stuff.

Red List dealers.

I got a call from Squid

asking us why we didn't
go to him for Firebrats.

Accusing us
of undercutting him

as our supplier.

Firebrats? We haven't
bought any recently.

Well, someone did,
tonight, a woman.

She bought a pod from Remy

and asked for
the Sanctuary rate.

She was wholesome, sweet,

couldn't haggle
to save her life.

Abby.

What the hell is she doing
buying Red List materials?

And check out the list.

Harper Mites, savoy leeches,

and get this,
a Moroccan cave scorpion.

Ooh, they're nasty.

I cross-referenced
the list in the database,

and all of them
except for the scorpion

are ingredients that make up
a counter-toxin for...

Jessoped attack.

Right.

No direct contact from Will

likely means
the situation's not good.

You think he's infected?

If one of them's hurt,
why not come here?

Exactly.

You know, I think that Will
told Abby to get those things

knowing that it would
grab our attention.

He needs our help.

This is crazy.

Yeah, well, tell her that.

No, Abby,
Abby, no, no, no.

This is crazy.

He needs proper
medical treatment...

Keep playing nurse, cupcake.

But he...

Is there something wrong
with your hearing?

No...

Abby.

It's that new thing
called sarcasm.

I was trying to appeal
to her compassionate side.

But you're making her
look weak.

Yeah, or she's read
the bad guy playbook.

She's the perfect mix
of violent and crazy.

Don't forget paranoid.

I just think
there are a lot of things

that don't add up.

I mean, so they get attacked
by that spiky creature, a...

Jessoped.

Their boss gets quilled,
and they call in you?

Well, I do happen to be
number two

at the most advanced
medical facility in the world.

Okay, and bravo for that,
but, I mean, Will, come on,

you are really not
the right person for this job.

Admit it, you're tap dancing
to save this guy,

and I think she knows it.

Disparaging much?

Suddenly you are an expert
in exotic poisons?

Well, why couldn't I be?

Okay. I was just
thinking out loud.

Sounded like you were
emasculating out loud.

Okay.

No, look, I will admit
that it is a little wonky.

I mean, if you want
to save your boss,

there are better ways
than kidnapping me. Agreed.

Just sayin'.

Would you pass me that, please?

Yes, sir...
Number two.

Turns out Will
was more clever

than we first thought.

We've triangulated
all the Red List purchases.

They're all
in the Fifth Ward,

and they're all
in this area here.

- Four street sales.
- Two city blocks.

Thermal tracking
and energy grid spikes

show major activity
in this building

less than three blocks
from here.

He gave us his location.

- Indeed.
- Clever lad.

The plot thickens.

Word is people from something
called The Vendetta Crew

ran into a Jessoped tonight.

Vendetta crew?

- Heard of them.
- Nasty bunch.

Well, it seems like their boss,
one Horatio Gibbs,

got hit by a bunch
of toxic quills

at a weapons buy gone bad.

So this Gibbs guy gets quilled,

they kidnap Will
to make them a counter-toxin.

Wrong man for the job.

Tell me about it.

Good news is
we've got a possible location.

I'll put together
a tactical team.

Okay, so it's
coming up on 11:00.

How long till this is ready?

Uh, half an hour ago.

I've been thinking
about your theory,

that Sioux's temper
is all an act.

You might be right.
Her body language is all wrong.

Her autonomic responses
aren't aggressive.

She's self conscious...
or stressed out.

Because she's
hiding something.

Huh.

You wanted confirmation.

Hello, gangsters.

Right under our noses.

Pound to a penny

those lads are holding
Will and Abby inside.

We should have
the tactical team weapon up.

Absolutely.

So, that's...

Yeah, pretty much.

- And it'll...
- Pretty sure.

If we give it to him, we die.

If we don't
give it to him...

We're killers?

And we probably die.

Time's ticking.

Okay.

What's wrong?

Everything.

Hold positions
and wait for the command.

And clean targets.

We want to bring them home
in one piece.

Hey. Why aren't you
geared up?

Uh, the mission's
been scrubbed.

You're all to stand down.

On whose orders?

Helen Magnus.

I know this is
time sensitive,

but Henry and I
won't be back there

until tomorrow.

Doc, we have
Will and Abby's location.

They're hostages.
What's the problem?

There are a number of details

concerning
this Vendetta Crew

that you need to know.

I had a friend at INTERPOL
send me a file.

They're a band of killers,
international.

No abnormal activity
among them that I can detect.

True, but they are
of special interest

to our covert operatives
at the Beijing Sanctuary.

Because?

Beijing believes that
the Vendetta leader, Gibbs,

is close to connecting with
a ring of abnormal smugglers.

In fact, our intel indicates

that he's due to connect
with a slave ship

at some point tonight.

- The "ghost ship"?
- You're joking.

Unregistered vessel
carrying hundreds of abnormals

to be sold on
the black market... as slaves.

I thought that was a myth.

We've been trying
to shut them down for months.

We think Gibbs knows

when and where
that ship will dock.

If we storm that building now,

we may well lose our only chance
to find that ship.

So, what, we just
sit on our hands and wait?

I know it's intolerable, Kate,
but for now,

I ask that you keep
a close watch on the situation,

and hope that Will can
handle things on his own.

I've seen the list
of ingredients

he had Abby purchase.

He does in fact
have everything he needs

to make that counter-toxin.

Now, with luck,

Will will keep Gibbs alive
long enough

for us to follow him
to that ship.

I'm sorry,

but there are far too many
innocents at stake.

Time's up.

You better have
something for me.

Oh, this is ready,

but, uh, I'm not going
to give it to him.

The hell you won't.

I've had enough
of this lying crap.

Who is this man?

Stop.

He's in severe tachycardia,

which, if you knew anything
about Septerrans,

you would know that
that's impossible.

He's got a heart-rate
half that of a human being's.

His body should be
shutting down from the toxins.

Would you like
to speak to me?

Stay. Koda.

Yeah, okay.

You force us in here,
you abuse us,

you're all kinds of tough,

but you know what I think?

I think you're
hiding something.

Sit down.

Okay? So he's not
a Septerran.

No, he's not.

Then what is he?

A rare hybrid.

And you've known this
all along.

Of course I did.

The plan was to kill him,
not save him.

Why? So you could get
a bigger percentage?

Gibbs wants to deal
in abnormal slaves.

The supplier
we're meeting tonight

is selling a shipload
from Asia.

The ghost ship.

That's your supplier.

We've been looking
for that thing for months.

I won't deal in slaves,
human or otherwise.

That's not why
I joined this crew.

I tried to talk Gibbs
out of it,

but he said
the money was too huge.

Why didn't you turn him in,
or come to us?

Vendetta's reach is too deep.

If it looked like
I tried to roll him over,

I'd be dead.

So instead you sicced
a Jessoped on him

to take him out of the play?

The only thing
I didn't count on

was his resistance
to the quills.

I was hoping
it'd kill him faster.

And when that didn't work,

you ruined the only date
I've had in months.

I needed someone
who might be able to save him...

But would fail.

If you try to save him,
and he dies,

you might get out of here.

But if they find out you were
trying to kill Gibbs...

You understand?

Gibbs can't meet that ship.
Not tonight, not ever.

The counter-toxin I made
will kill him

if I don't modify it.

That's what I'm hoping for...

I knew that bitch
was hiding something.

Will...

You let her go!

You're gonna finish
what you started,

and make it fast.

You've got two patients now.

We're in position.

They got
one at the door.

Two on the roof.

No one's come
in or out of the building.

Far as we know,
Will and Abby are still inside.

Oh, God.

- How bad is it?
- It's bad, right?

D-Don't look, okay?
- I just want you to breathe.

I'm going to give you
the counter-toxin.

Will, I told you.
I-I hate needles.

She's not the priority,
dude! He is.

She's human.

The quills will affect her
faster than him.

She needs treatment now!

Yeah, well, you should
have thought of that

before you had a scorpion
bite my face!

Make it work,

or I put a bullet
in her right now.

If you want him to live,
nothing happens to her!

Get to work.

Okay...

Just stay with me, Abby.

- I told you, Will.
- It's all about leverage.

That's why they brought me too.

Yeah, I know.
Just keep breathing, okay?

Was...

was the food really that good
at Alfredo's?

I really wanted to try
the agnolotti.

I heard it was delicious.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.
You're going to love it.

I thought maybe we'd start
with a nice sangiovese.

Maybe a caprese salad.

And dessert?

They have this beautiful
Torta della Cioccolata.

It's to die for.

Yummy.

Abby, breathe.

Stay on target, hero.
He dies, she's next.

Yes, I got it!

- What the hell happened?
- Welcome back, man.

How long was I...

Uh, a few hours.

The ship?

We still got time to meet it
if you're good to go.

Load up the men.
We're leaving.

You're from
the Sanctuary, right?

Yeah.

You did all this?

Yeah.

Guess I owe you my life.

You bastard!

Give my regards
to Helen Magnus.

Tell her that ship
and everything on it

now belongs to me.

She seemed nice.

Koda!

Abby...

It's okay, Will.
You tried.

No. Leverage.

I told you.

Yeah...

and I listened.

Clever boy.

In case one of us
got poisoned.

No, no, no, no...

Will, can't you...
can't you just

turn it into a pill,

or a-a lotion
or something, please?

Shh, just be still, okay?

I didn't feel anything.

The needle or the kiss?

There was a kiss?

Signal them.

Radio the other trucks.

The ship's only docking
for 20 minutes,

and we have a lot of guests
to transport.

I don't think so!
Get down!

- Put it down!
- Put it down now!

Put your hands up!

Down!

Put it down!

Glad you're feeling better.

Long night?

What time is it?

It's about noon.
How's that jet lag?

I just didn't want
to go to bed until we...

No, she's fine.

That counter-toxin
worked like a charm.

Who knew
I had that kind of game, huh?

From memory,
with no lab to speak of.

At gunpoint, no less.

Incredibly well done, Will.

Thank you,

and with Gibbs
and the slave traders

all locked up,

It'd say that's what
we call a win-win.

True. However...

Here we go.

Using my name

to get a table
at my favorite restaurant?

Incredibly low-brow, Will.

I'm still trying to make
amends with Alfredo.

And I still
owe Abby a date, so...

I've never eaten
at this restaurant.

Is the food really that good?

Oh... it's that good.

Didn't hurt.