Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 8 - For King and Country - full transcript

Previously on Sanctuary...

We were a part of something,
something we called The Five,

a small group dedicated
to expanding our knowledge

of the physical world.

Helen was able to procure
a very rare sample

of ancient untainted
Vampire blood.

After each of us was injected,

we received unique gifts
as a result.

John, let me help you
before you make things worse.

That thing was my rage.

You kept it at bay.



I need to leave now.

Where are you going?

My father never gave me

a gift without significance.

Do you think it exists?

Well, if it does,
we have to find it.

Who are you?

Helen,
you look beautiful.

Hologram... City...

Adam.

This is impossible.
You're dead.

If you want to save Gregory,
you need me! Me!

Helen.

Doc! Oh, my God.



Security cell for this guy
as soon as he's out of the OR.

Done.

You're injured.

We need to send
a full hazmat team

and cordon off the area
from the public.

Spin whatever disaster story
you need to get it done.

Okay, well, Biggie's
on his way to meet Kate.

What the hell happened?

Nothing we understand yet.

Copy that.

Son of a bitch.

Who we got?

Well, I guess cockroaches can
come back from the dead.

Who the hell is this guy?

Not one person but two.

Prepare to meet Jekyll...
and Hyde.

I'm going to assist.

It's not necessary.

He just kicked
the snot out of you.

Let me help.

I can handle it.
Go help Henry.

Your pupils are dilated,
you could have a concussion.

Look at the tremor
in your hands.

I am 159 years old.
You have known me for three.

Fair enough.

You want to at least
tell me who he is?

I've told you how
the five of us began at Oxford,

working
to understand secrets

hidden from
mainstream science...

Nigel, the Source Blood,
please.

John, the culture?

Ready and waiting.

Remember
the protocols. No mistakes.

Relax, James,
we've done our homework.

Please, Tesla,

we're improvising,
and you know it.

Well, perhaps it's too rich
for your blood, hmm?

Oh, I'm in, mate.

Just to see
what happens to you.

Oh, for Heaven's sake.

I thought
I locked the door.

Oh, you did.

I was just wondering

how the experiment
was coming along.

Don't you have
somewhere else to be?

A lecture, or..?

Must be very important,
whatever it is.

It's been keeping
you all quite busy

the last few weeks.

I believe Mr. Worth
has been spying on us.

I believe you're right.
Mr. Worth...

Adam, please.
You can trust me.

Secret shipments of plasma?

Sounds very exciting.

Is it some kind of
a new breakthrough

of some sort?

I could be quite useful to you.

Mm-hmm.

Top marks
in me anatomy course.

Homicidal little bastard.

He should have
come after me first.

Is this how
all Oxford classmates

treat each other?

How much did she tell you?

Just that The Five
was almost The Six.

Yes, well, in retrospect,
there were signs.

Subtle markers...

but we were young,

and, believe it or not,
even a tad arrogant.

You have to admit
he's brilliant.

- And British.
- Hysterical.

Does anyone else notice
something odd about Adam?

He just pointed it out.
He's British.

Excitable little chap,
isn't he?

Anyone read his monograph
on forced tissue regeneration?

That thing he did
with dormice?

Poor creatures grew two heads.

Very nearly worked, though.

A daring theory,
to say the least.

I'd lean more towards
"twisted" myself.

Twisted, daring,
it doesn't matter.

The point is,
we don't need anyone else.

The five of us are enough.

I agree.

As clever as Adam is,
our group is fine without him.

Dear lord, Adam.

Looks like the formula
for some kind of toxin.

- No, no, no.
- Just, uh, some scribbles.

Well? Am I in?

You are a brilliant scientist.

You don't need us.

No, you don't see.
You need me.

You need me!

I'm sorry. I just...

I belong with you,
Tesla, and Watson.

I'm one of you.

You will have
an amazing career, Adam,

but we're heading
on a different path.

What did I do
to turn you all against me?

I can help. Let me help.

I'm sorry, Adam.

This doesn't make any sense.

I stopped
the internal bleeding.

I salved the burn on his arm,

and there's no sign
of infection.

Sounds like a hat-trick to me.

Then why
are his organs failing?

Yeah, I know.
You've been waiting.

Listen, I've been working
like a dog... v-very hard...

to get all this back intact,
more or less.

I'm not here to rush you.

What? You're not?

No, I just wanted to see
if you needed some help.

Uh, no, no, I got it.

Interesting.
May I, uh?

Listen, whatever this is
almost got the Doc killed, okay?

So, we need to...

I understand.

Seamless construction.

Perhaps a special milling.

Or it's an organic
hybrid compound.

But then I'd expect to see
some structural deterioration.

- Yeah, that's true.
- Which I don't.

- You don't.
- No.

Do you think it's something
Worth created?

Or appropriated.

Stolen from Hollow Earth?

Well, perhaps you and I can see
if we can get it working again.

What do you say?

Yeah!
Wait, is that safe?

Oh, no, most definitely not.
Thank you.

Adam's blood
and tissue samples.

What's up with these cell walls?

Degrading at an alarming rate.

Well, that's
some kind of virus.

It's not wholly systemic.

It seems to be targeting
his critical organs.

I suspect it's some form
of radiation sickness.

The man did figure out a way
to speed up time.

I'm assuming this is the price.

I may be able to slow
the deterioration, but...

He's dying.

Yes.

- Good afternoon,
K-Mart shoppers...

Our guest is awake.

Your protege?
Or male concubine?

He's nice.

Adam...

Not available.

Tell me, how is this,
any of this, possible?

You mean how did I survive?

Tell me your secrets,
I'll tell you mine.

You're ill.
You need treatment.

Help us, and we'll help you.

Oh, Helen, you've grown
so impatient in your old age.

Play the game,
don't just berate me.

You could have just let him die.

I think you might want

to tick that one
off your list.

How are you still alive?

He really didn't tell you?

Who?

Good lad.

So he carved up a few whores.
We all have our quirks.

You're talking about Druitt.

Score one for the concubine.

Helen, if you want answers,
you must talk to old Johnny.

I can't.

Helen...

I don't know where he is.

He could well be dead,
for all we know.

Uh, actually...

Oh, what have you done?

Nikola?

You know where he is.

Kinda?

Really, Nikola,

of all the arrogant,
inconsiderate, conceited...

Okay, okay, can we
move on, please?

Listen, Druitt came to me.

He had this crazy idea
that my electromagnetism

could help exorcise
his on-board energy elemental.

Do tell.

Well, I tried to help,
give him back some control.

And?

You know Johnny.

The word "failure"
comes to mind.

He's still his nasty old self,
what can I say?

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

Because I promised not to.

And you are nothing
if not a man of your word.

When it counts.

Look, Johnny and I may
detest each other, it's true,

but with me
no longer being a vampire,

and him still being
a stone-cold killer,

well, I really wasn't
in a position to negotiate.

Where is he?

Did you bring me Jell-o?

Sorry about the two I sent over
to pick your brain.

It was business.

Didn't work out
too well, did it?

Good help these days.

How did you know
we have the map?

Tell me a story, concubine.

Why don't you tell me one?

Adam sends his love.

Yeah, I'd like to talk to him
if I could.

No.

Are you ashamed
to let him speak?

The lad's a genius,
a forgotten brilliant mind.

Who needs your protection.

I mean, without you,
Adam would be very vulnerable.

Affirmation of my psychodynamic,

rationalizing
my warring personalities.

Looking for a doorway
into my world?

Who said
you could work with men?

You're a child.

I just want
to help both of you.

Please help me, concubine.

Satisfied?

Jell-o, huh?

I'll see what I can do.

If you turn your back on him,
you'll never find it.

The underground city.

No nasty comments,
no sarcastic cracks...

You okay?

No, I'm not okay.

It took me...
me, mind you... days

to crack that holographic pinata
up in the library,

and then, after several
bottles of Chablis,

I finally get over
my humiliation,

and now this shipment
of fresh hell arrives!

Okay,
find your happy place.

I mean,
this is technology that...

that I've never seen before,
much less imagined, and...

to be brutally honest...

and I don't want this
getting out...

I find it rather humbling,
and I don't do humble.

Copy that.

Okay, well, maybe
if we pry all this open...

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Well, we've x-rayed it,
we've pinged it...

Dropped it on the floor.

- You saw that, did you?
- And I didn't say anything.

Well, I'm pretty sure
it's not going to go boom.

Okay, have at it.

Huh?

Nice work, Heinrich.

Organic nanite matter...

Cool.

Lady! Lady!

You looking for
tall bald guy, yes?

- This man.
- Have you seen him?

Uh... $100 U.S.

No tricks.

No tricks! 100.

I'll give you the address.

No, you'll take me there.

You should feel honored.

Adam?

A very few surface dwellers

have seen the things
you've seen.

You mean Kali?

And the avatar council,
and they let you live.

Astonishing, really.

Who is the council?

Are they part of
the underground city?

"Deep into the darkness peering,
long I stood there,

wondering, fearing, doubting,

dreaming dreams no mortal
dared to dream before."

Poe.

Now, there was a wack job.

What, do you think
you're a wack job?

Whatever gave you that idea?

You were going to tell me
about the city.

How do you stand it?

Working for
that heartless bitch.

She angers you.

She murdered my daughter!

You have no idea
who she really is, do you?

She's hardly the hero
you think she is.

Come on.

Open the bloody door,
or I'll throttle you.

Let me in.
She won't mind.

All right...

Adam, what are you doing here?

Helen, I'm sorry to intrude.
James...

Burned down any more
laboratories recently?

That was 10 years ago,
and it was an accident.

Really?
What do you want, Adam?

I need your help, Helen,
rather urgently, I'm afraid.

Indeed?

It's me daughter, Imogene.

She's gravely ill.
A rare blood disease.

I've tried everything,

every treatment,
every method possible.

Then what do you
expect of me?

Well, I've been
following your work.

You're known as an expert

in the fringes
of medical science.

My research is private.

Helen...

you must know by my being here
how desperate I am.

I beg of you, help her.

I've collected as much data
on her condition as I can.

Not yet.

Helen...

Look at the white cells.

There's no chance.

What is it?

Your daughter has
a rare form of leukemia.

I'm afraid there's
nothing I can do.

But you've done experiments
with blood injections before.

Rare blood
with amazing properties.

Not on a child.

She's my daughter.

And you have my condolences.

James.

Wait.

Helen... James!

Damn you...

So he's in here?

This is a bad place for you,
girlfriend.

We take the rest
of your money now.

Really?

Fine.

Just relax...

See? There's plenty here
for everyone.

- Seriously?
- Move!

How old are you?

Walking about with a gun
like this,

you should be ashamed.

Hey, lady,
we're on the job here.

Bald head guy,
he pay us to protect him.

Told us we can shoot
anyone who looking for him.

So you really do know
where he is.

Of course they do.

You're all fired.

Without... the weapons.

Go.

John...

Helen...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, your pulse.

Tesla.
Never trust a former vampire.

I coerced him.
Hold still.

The more I feel...

What have you taken?

Oh, a little of this,
and a little of that.

Local fare to kill the soul.

Here.

Why?

Adam Worth. He's alive.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's impossible.

Yes, I thought so too.

Yes, I am a physician,

but I can't see

how that would concern
the Prime Minister's office.

Well, I think you'll agree,

you're not just any physician.

Because I'm a woman?

Well, of course,
in and of itself,

that is, uh, odd.

But no, I was thinking more

of your work with strange
and dangerous creatures.

Abnormals,
I believe you call them.

You see, we know all about
your father's Sanctuary,

and you taking up his mantle.

Prime Minister, I'm afraid
you've been misinformed.

Excuse me.
That'll be the others.

Nigel Griffin...

invisible man.

Dr. James Watson,
detective supreme,

and Nikola Tesla,
vampire, genius,

and Montague John Druitt...

menace to society.

So... down to business?

You see, we've known about
you and your colleagues

for some time,

and we've given you your head

because we thought
the day would come

when the five of you
might prove useful.

Well, I'm flattered.

That day is here.

I'm proud to offer you now

the opportunity
to serve your country.

I'm Serbian.

Just ignore him.

Why are you here, exactly?

You are aware of a gentleman
called Adam Worth?

You mean
the pipsqueak from school?

Well, once, perhaps,

but now a genius mind
warped by rage and mania,

and, I might add,
quite a headache

for our Secret Service Bureau.

A man after my own heart.

And I would dispute
the term "genius."

Yes, we did know Adam years ago,

but we've not
seen him since then.

What's he done?

Well, our Service agents
tell us

that Mr. Worth has amassed
the funds and the technology

to enact a great and dangerous
crime upon this city.

Which is?

A rather deadly toxin
has been stolen,

and a great many Britons
may die as a result.

Well, surely the Crown
has a means of stopping him?

Well, I'm
afraid Mr. Worth's organization

has grown roots deep inside
British society,

and, I am sorry to say,
deep inside my government too.

You need a group
of independent agents.

With special talents.

Who are acquainted
with his past.

How certain are you
of this threat?

The stakes
could not be higher.

...and seeing as London

was a little more
interesting than Budapest

at the time...

You all volunteered
to stop him.

Something like that.

Man, that is so James Bond.

Except it's before
there was a James Bond,

so it's... cooler.

Damn.

What's up?

Uh, I'm just going over the
latest blood tests from Worth.

Please tell me he's dying.

He is.

Even with Magnus' treatments,

his organs are
continuing to deteriorate.

Oh, I was wrong,
there is a God.

But that's not
the worst of it.

I cross-referenced his bloodwork
with another set of samples.

Just so you know,

I've forgiven you
for shooting me.

Just tell me
the killing has stopped.

So we're returning
to lying to one another?

Once this is over,
when we find Adam...

You and I will settle down

in a quaint little cottage
by the sea,

and I'll write poetry.
Sonnets, perhaps!

As much as I can never forgive
you for what you've done,

I can never forgive myself
for not seeing it sooner.

When this is over, you and I
will begin our dance anew.

Count on it.

Helen!

You all right?

Fine. News?

Nigel and Tesla may have a lead.

They've tracked
one of Worth's associates

down to Docklands.

I owe you nothing.

Leave me be.

I'm sorry, John, to do this,
but I need answers.

Helen...

No...

John's in the infirmary.

I've told Henry to activate
the EM shield again.

And the gang's all here.

So, what have you found?

Oh, damn. The platelets
are continuing to group.

At this rate, he'll experience
complete organ failure

and be dead within
a matter of weeks.

That's not Adam's blood.

What?

It's yours.

There has to be something.

Drugs that manage the effects
of chemotherapy.

Anti-radiation treatments.

I doubt any conventional
approach would work.

This wasn't a normal dose
of radiation, Will.

It was something
the human body

was never meant
to be exposed to.

Moving through dimensions
of time and space...

It sounds so ridiculous
when I say it out loud.

And yet it's killing you.

Poison's a poison.

Then we'll find the antidote.

We will whip Tesla
like a rented mule

until he makes a breakthrough.

I like
the whipping Tesla idea.

Oh, dear.

Hey...

No, I'm all right.

I just, uh,
I haven't eaten in while.

So, what have you learned
about Adam?

No, no, no, you're exhausted.
This can wait.

We both know it can't.

He's a textbook Dissociative.

Obviously there are
two distinct personalities

wrestling for control.

The bully and the victim,
all in one neat package.

Yeah.

My sense is that it's from
sustained post-traumatic stress

resulting from...
the loss of his daughter.

Which he blames me for.

You and Watson.

He says that you both
refused to help.

Of course he does.

Five milligrams
diluted arsenic, James.

Helen, the fever.

If we wait for it to break,

she won't make it
through the night.

Quickly, now.

Stay with us, Imogene.
We're going to fight this.

It's all right,
it's all right...

It's all right.

We battled
until the very end.

We tried everything.

The loss of a daughter,
it's a wound that never heals.

I think he's handling it
differently than you.

Do you believe there are
other reasons for his madness?

His paranoid rage
stemming from...

his belief that you tracked
and murdered him.

Are you asking
if we hunted him down?

Yes. Absolutely we did.

This comes from
the King himself?

His Majesty's orders
were quite specific.

Well, Victoria
was wrong about him.

Old Edward certainly does
have a backbone.

Surely you must have misheard.

Sounds like
we've been hired for a job.

Like a theatre troupe.

Kill Worth just because
his lordship says so?

He's not a lord, he's a King.

And, no. Go to hell,
Mr. Prime Minister.

Seconded.

Right, do it yourself,
you lazy squids.

Indeed.
We are not assassins.

Not for political gain,
at least.

Darling.

Pity.

Undertaking this project
would be in your best interests.

How do you figure that?

Let me be frank.
Some of you are criminals.

Mr. Druitt here
is very badly wanted

down at Scotland Yard,

and Mr. Tesla,
although a foreign national,

is facing several charges
on illegal acts

pertaining to
the misuse of electricity.

My work is illegal?

It needn't be,

and much the same thing
pertains to you, Miss Magnus.

Dr. Magnus...
and I've committed no crimes.

Not exactly, no,

but you do carry on
your father's work

in the dark of night.

The King could change
all that for you.

Sorry...

are you bribing us?

There are tremendous benefits

in bringing
to an early conclusion

this Worth affair.

Benefits for you all.

A full and unofficial pardon
for you, Mr. Druitt,

and the same for your
indiscretions, Mr. Griffin.

Provided no more banks
are pilfered from, of course.

Well, a man needs to
make a living, doesn't he?

And as for your endeavors,
Doctors Watson and Magnus,

full financial
and governmental support

for your Sanctuary.

Also unofficial, naturally,
but stalwart nevertheless.

I'm sure you can see
how your all-important work

would flourish
under our protective wing.

And if Mr. Worth
does not come quietly?

I'll leave you
to talk about all this

amongst yourselves
at your leisure,

although the King
would appreciate

a firm answer
by tomorrow morning, please.

Thank you for your time.

I shall convey your respects
to the King.

This way!

We decided to,
at the very least,

apprehend Adam,

stop him from harming
innocent people.

This is it.

All right, gentlemen.

We believed we were acting

not just in the best interest
of ourselves,

but of the public as well.

At first, we were right.

Bloody jackpot.

Cyanide,

to be pumped through the city's
massive network of gas lines.

My God.

Well done, old boy.

We barely managed
to disable it in time.

Adam, of course,
was long gone.

Had we failed,

thousands, perhaps millions,
could have died.

I'm guessing
it didn't end there.

We were under
a tremendous amount of pressure,

and he was still
very much a threat.

How quaint,
a woman with a firearm.

You should have
listened to me.

It needn't
have come to this.

And yet, here we are.

The others?

Are close by.

I love these
alumni gatherings.

Did you think
they would just ignore you?

Let you spread
your chaos unchecked?

You forced this action.

You were wrong
about me, Helen.

You can't even
admit it now, can you?

What did they do,

promise you
the keys to the empire?

It's over, Adam.

There's something
you need to know, Helen,

about this place.

It's stupendous...

Stop! I know
what you're doing.

More talk until he can
save you with his rage.

Then what are you
waiting for?

I know why you're here.
What your task is.

Go on, finish it.

Finish it!

Stay down!

My second shot
won't be as kind.

You've betrayed
who you are.

Who we are.

We're not meant to serve.
We're a different breed.

I could have shown you
so much.

We could have learned
so much together.

In the end, your only legacy
will be that you murdered me.

Adam, don't! No!

It came down to a choice,
one I deeply regret,

and have had to live with
ever since.

When I took this job,
I had one condition...

No secrets,

and now I discover
that this whole place

was built on the blood
of a dead man?

It was necessary.

He has
a psychiatric disorder!

We didn't understand
the mind back then, Will!

We only knew
he was a threat.

To the public,
or to your work?

How dare you?
You've no idea wha...

Hey...

Magnus...

Magnus, wait a sec! Magnus...

You know better

than to follow an angry
woman out of a room.

Just let her go.

She's not exactly herself
right now.

It's spread.

Lymph nodes... Kidneys?

Upper spine.

She needs to see this.

No, I don't think
you understand.

With this much damage...

We'll find a treatment.

And if we don't,
she dies, Adam dies,

we don't get into the city,

and all of its secrets
are lost...

Then that's what happens.

We deal with it.

I don't think so.

You should take
better care of yourself.

You look like hell.

How are you feeling?

Not... feeling
anything, really.

Good thing, I'd say.

John, I have to ask you...

Yes... Adam.

How is it possible?
You said he was dead.

He was, or so I thought.

Adam, don't! No!

John...

End of the line, old boy.

They'll be coming
for you next.

Maybe they'll let Helen
and Watson go free,

but the Ripper?

They're going to
hunt you forever.

She'll hunt you forever.

I hope she does.

My safety deposit box.

Bank account in Kensington.

The key's in my flat
in Marylebone,

on the mantelpiece.

What of it?

Safe houses.
Weapons, pass codes.

Anything you need
to help you avoid capture

is yours.

I can't let you live, old boy.

John... let me die here
like this.

Please...

Let me go.

He was close to death.

I let him go with honor.

He was as good as his word.

Everything I found
in his safe deposit box

helped me avoid detection
for the next 80 years.

His death
gave us all a future.

Mmm.

I take it your boss
is feeling poorly.

You've been playing me,

buying time so her sickness
could take hold.

You knew she was dying too!

One of the unfortunate
side effects

of traveling through
an extra-dimensional rift.

Even a small dose'll
kill you eventually.

No, no, come on, suicide?

You've already
played that card.

True, true.

A good magician never performs
the same trick twice...

There's a cure.

That's the only move
you have left.

You are a smart one,
young concubine.

Yes, there can be a happy ending
to all of this,

and there is indeed a cure
for the radiation

poisoning my body and hers.

It's right underneath our feet.

No...

Oh, yes.

If you want Helen to live,
we have to get to Hollow Earth.

Helen...
we were so worried about you.

By any chance,
are we coughing up blood yet?

Good, yes.
Suffering, check.

You knew this would happen.

You wanted me to follow you
into the rift.

Ironic, isn't it?

Enemies in life
united in death.

It's almost an opera.

I don't believe your story
about the cure,

not for a moment.

We are fellow scientists, yes?

Ah, that's right,
you rejected me.

Well, at least
you're consistent.

If I die, you die.

Yes, exactly.

I know about the bargain
you struck with John.

The river...
How did you survive?

And now we come to it.

I can't let you live, old boy.

John... let me die here
like this.

Please... Let me go.

I was taken to the city,

brought back
from the brink of death,

healed.

They treated me
as one of their own.

Showed me things
you can't even imagine.

Your longevity?

Tip of the iceberg.

It's the ultimate toybox.
Nirvana for the gifted.

Intrigued?

I don't blame you
for anything, Helen.

I want to help you, Adam...
help us.

Let me take us there.

Show him the map, Helen.

And put all that
power in his hands?

I'll handle Hyde
one deranged killer to another.

It's too risky.

We're back to square one.

- Really?
- We were so close.

We'll find a way,

but Adam Worth
is not getting that map,

not on my watch.

Oh, about that...

Where have you been?

Huh? In the library,

boning up on
the Sanctuary charter.

Helpful.

Wait for it, sonny.

Apparently,
if the Sanctuary head

becomes physically
or psychologically compromised,

the second in command
takes over.

Dude, that is beyond cold.

Nikola...

Where are you
going with this?

Officially,
it's not your watch anymore,

and the question

of whether or not
we show Adam Worth the map

is no longer your decision.

Over to you, William.

What's it going to be?

Didn't hurt.