Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 9 - Vigilante - full transcript

With Helen growing sicker by the day, Will must make some tough decisions; first about Adam, then about finding the real puppet master behind Father Jensen's death.

Previously on Sanctuary...

Father Nathaniel Jensen

murdered in the Fifth Ward.

He helped abnormals
find the Sanctuary.

Who the hell is this guy?

Not one person, but two.

Prepare to meet Jekyll...
and Hyde.

My father never gave me

a gift without significance.

Do you think it exists?

If it does, we have to find it.



Keystones, what are they?

How do they lead to the city?

If you want to save Gregory,
you need me!

At this rate,

he'll experience
complete organ failure

and be dead
within a matter of weeks.

That's not Adam's blood.

It's yours.

If the Sanctuary head

becomes physically or
psychologically compromised,

the second-in-command
takes over,

and the question

of whether or not
we show Adam Worth the map

is no longer your decision.



Over to you, William.

This is a mistake, Will.

Did you hear what he said?
It's not your decision anymore.

I don't care
whose decision it is.

The fact remains
showing Worth the map

plays directly into his hands.

And how is that different
from what's happened so far?

You're dying, Magnus.

He's played
his trump card already.

Well, someone's poked
the hornets' nest.

You can get us
to the city?

Concubine, I'm impressed.

Stop messing around!
I want a straight answer.

Of course.
It is a map, after all.

Remove the restraints.

Look at me.

You make one false move,

and you're back in here
for good.

Both of you.

We won't disappoint.

- There she is.
- Beautiful as ever.

Well done.
I'm surprised you got this far.

- Don't patronize.
- It doesn't suit you.

- Well, shall we?
- Time and tide and all that.

Give me a reason.

You'll have to get your kicks
elsewhere, old boy.

I've got work to do.

If memory serves...

How did he...?

At least he's cooperating.

Yes, but we've no idea
what he's doing.

Whoa, what happened?

Dude, you broke it!

Wait for it.

The keystone.

Mm-hm. The last piece
of the puzzle.

You find that,

you find the gateway
to Hollow Earth.

And how do we know

this isn't just
some elaborate trap?

We don't.

But at least we have
something to go on.

Yes, we have the keystone,
which will get us the gateway,

the gateway,
which will get us the city,

and the city, which
will get us the cure.

Something like that.

I think Samuel Beckett
wrote a play about this.

It didn't sell.

What do you got?

I was able to translate
the cuneiform symbols

into numbers.

Seems to be
a set of coordinates.

To where?

Northern Mongolia.
Khovsgol province.

What are we waiting for?

John and I will go.
I need you to stay here.

Like hell.

The map was programmed
to detect the Source Blood.

I can only assume

that the gateway
has the same defenses.

Which means we'll need
some kind of shield

to get past it.

And you're the only one
who can build it.

I'm the only one
who can test it, you mean.

Fine. Fine, go to...
Khosol.

I'll stay here.

Bring me back
some Mongolian wine.

On second thought, don't.

Meet me in the foyer.
We leave from there.

Run along.

Why are you going?

What do you mean?

What do you mean,
what do I mean?

You're sick.
You should be resting.

I can stave off the effects,
antibiotics, biphosphonate...

Let's just send Druitt alone.

He's barely lucid,
and it's John.

All the more reason
not to hitch a ride.

I appreciate
your concern, Will,

I really do,

but if I'm the reason
that we're doing this,

then I'm the one
who should be going.

Either way...

You're right. I'm sorry.

Me too.

Are you sure
you're gonna be okay?

Absolutely. You?

What, running this place?
It's a piece of cake.

Whoa! What is this?

Supply orders,
repair requisitions,

inventory reports...

Oh, no, no,
I signed those already.

Those were yesterday's.
These are today's.

What?

Okay, you know, they're
going to have to wait,

'cause there's too much else
going on.

The Grozny Sanctuary's
been attacked by rebels,

we're being audited in Norway...

Norwegians...

And they can't pay
the electric bill in Asuncion

because of
the depressed guarani.

I don't even know
where Asuncion is.

- Paraguay.
- I know it's in Paraguay.

Mm-hm. Yeah.

How does Magnus do this
every day?

Stayed off Twitter.

I was hoping to head
into town tonight.

Why?

Midnight vigil
for Father Jensen.

Dozens of abnormals
have already confirmed.

Right, right, sorry, I forgot.

Uh-huh.

I need those back
by FedEx deadline.

- What's the FedEx...
- 6:00 p.m.!

Not exactly Trafalgar Square.

You sure we have
the right place?

According to this,
we should be right on top of it.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I see absolutely nothing.

John!

- I'm sorry.
- Are you all right?

That was fun.

Next time, you take point.

Symbols.

Similar to
the holographic city.

This must be the place.
Now, where's the keystone?

Over there.

Somebody got to it first.

I don't know
what to tell you.

It's an old building.

I've had better showers
in juvie.

Seriously, Hank,
you've got to do something.

Look, we need
a new hot water tank.

You want that,
you've got to talk to Will.

Oh, yeah, right.

Have you seen him
since he took over?

He's running around here
like his hair is on fire,

which it very well could be,

considering the amount
of gel he... uses...

He's right behind me, isn't he?

Henry, can you check on
a missing shipment for me?

We're supposed to take delivery
of 12 crates of abnormals,

but we're missing one.

What was in it?

According to the manifest,
a colony of Cypher Beetles.

Oh, great, giant flying bugs.

Yeah, well, they're in
their dormant cycle,

but we better find them
before they wake up.

Yeah, it's probably just
a clerical error.

I'll get on it.

Ooh, hey.
Um, FBI's at the front gate.

Huh...

Well, I guess
you better let her in.

I'll check it out.

I need $250,000.

What?

Well, Magnus wants
a Source Blood shield,

and refined actinium
doesn't come cheap.

Okay, could we talk
about this later?

Okay, sure.
Why don't we wait a few days

so she's had time to
waste away into nothing...

Fine, I'll get you
the money.

Wow. You're even easier
than the U.S. Congress.

Will!

Abby. Corrigan?

We trained together
at Quantico?

Partnered in that
forensic exercise...

on bone fragmentation?

A-Abby. Wow...

It-it's been, uh...

What are you doing here?

Do you mind if I come in?
Hey. Abby Corrigan.

Nikola Tesla.

Wow, like the scientist.

Remarkably so.
Come on in.

Sorry, I didn't mean to just
come unannounced, but...

Wow... I, uh, I didn't know
where else to turn.

What do you mean?

I work in behavior analysis now.

Serial killers,
stuff like that.

Last month, my boss

puts a stack of
dead cases on my desk.

I'm supposed to just
file them away,

but, well, you know me.

I couldn't resist
just taking a look.

I, uh... Sorry, what does
that have to do with...

Well, one of them
was from, uh, around here.

Detective Stanley O'Farrell?
Uh... killed a priest?

Uh, uh, uh, I'm sorry.
Could you... not...

You're welcome.

I'm-I'm sorry about him.

So, uh, the case, yes,

uh, I-I think
I heard of it, yeah.

So you know what I mean

when I say there's
something hinky about it.

The guy said he was coerced,

and they found his family
locked up.

Yeah, exactly.

but between you and me,
I think there's more going on,

someone behind the scenes,

a puppet master
pulling the strings, or...

Hmm. Hmm...

So, uh, what brings you here?

Well, I just... remembered
that you were always...

really good at
this kind of stuff.

You know, seeing things
that other people didn't...

Well, and to be totally honest,

I've heard, uh,
rumors about this place.

A lot of strange cases
loop back here.

I just thought you could help me
interpret some of this data.

You know, I...

Just-just take a look
at the O'Farrell file.

I think you'll be surprised.

Okay.

Uh, and call me.

Oh, for... Y-yeah.
Totally. Sure.

Okay.

That was Declan.

I asked him to look into
the history of the region.

It was occupied by
a number of nomadic empires,

any of whom could have
cleared out that chamber.

Come. Sit with me a moment.

We have to stay on task, John.

You can't sit and talk
at the same time?

Come.

Been a long time since
you and I enjoyed a sunset.

Declan was able to match

the description
of the keystone

to an artifact acquired
by the British Museum

30 years ago.

It's a wild goose chase.

- We have to try.
- Do we?

You're the one

who didn't want to
show Worth the map,

and all this traveling,
it's not good for you.

Let me take you home.

To do what? To die?

Oh no.
No, we'll find another way.

And what about my father?
And the underground city?

Please, John.

There has to be some truth
to what Worth said.

- Does there?
- We found the pedestal.

John...

Take me to London.

It's been a long time
since I've heard you say that.

Hey.

These files you gave me,
where'd you get them from?

Uh, just an FBI friend.
Why?

They're from Tartarus.

Top secret
satellite-fed database?

- Yeah, yeah.
- I know what Tartarus is.

Yeah, well, nobody has access
to this stuff, not even us.

So?

So...

Detective O'Farrell's
autopsy reports.

Magnus and I saw
the official ones,

and this ain't it.

Well, what's different
about it?

Well, how about
cause of death?

The one that we saw
said "aneurysm."

This one says "unknown,"

and check out
all the medical data.

They suppressed all this?

That surprises you?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Go back.

Yeah, there.

What are those things?

Let me check our database.

Those... are Harper Mites.

It's a microscopic abnormal

that floats harmlessly
in the bloodstream

until exposed to
ultrasonic radiation.

At which point

it enters an accelerated
reproductive cycle...

Creating a blockage,

which could be mistaken
as an aneurysm.

Huh. So Detective O'Farrell
didn't die of natural causes.

Nope. He was killed,

by somebody using abnormals
as a weapon.

I remember the artifact
you're looking for.

Curious piece.

It was recovered
from a massive tomb

in Batshireet,

along with several
other treasures

said to belong to Genghis Khan,

but the symbols on it

more closely resemble
ancient Sumerian...

Sorry, but we're
in a bit of a hurry.

Yes, well...
I'm not entirely sure

why I'm handing a priceless
treasure over to you

with no strings attached,

but when the head of MI6
calls you personally,

I guess you can't argue,
can you?

Hmm.

Ah, here we are.

All I ask is that
you take care with it. Yes?

It'll never leave our hands.

I say, I'm a bit of
a history buff,

and you bear a remarkable
resemblance to...

All right,
I have good news and bad news.

What do you want
to hear first?

The good news, please.

The good... Oh...

Yeah, it doesn't really
make sense

if I tell it in that order.

Bad news, the missing crate
is still missing.

I tracked it from its
original destination,

through all ports of call.

According to
everyone involved,

it was on its way here
as of this morning.

So, what happened?

Well, I called the driver,
Angelo...

Wait, is this still
the bad news?

He didn't answer.

But I have an idea.

And that's the good news.

It's a really good idea.

It's a bird.

This is not just any bird, Will.

This is a Crimson Kiteshark,

whose prey of choice
just happens to be...

- Cypher Beetles?
- Bingo.

Ziggy here has one of
the keenest senses of smell

in the abnormal world.

I've been training him
for years using oranges.

If there's a Cypher Beetle
out there,

Ziggy will find it.

Unless he runs across
a Tropicana truck first.

Yeah, no, that's not
going to happen.

Will, it's going to be fine.
Watch this.

All right, Ziggy, it's time
to go to work, buddy.

All right, with any luck,

we should have that crate home
in time for dinner.

Well, if you do, I'm buying.

Just make sure Ziggy doesn't
eat dinner before we do.

Right.

Ah! Back already.

You thought we'd be longer?

Actually, yes, I did.

How's
the Source Blood shield coming?

Well, it's more of a cloak now.

Well done.

Yeah, except
it still doesn't work.

Every time I try
to reset the map to test it,

I end up
tripping off the alarm.

Wow.
Where did you find it?

British Museum.

Where does it go?

Well, according to Worth,
it goes over here.

Hmm.
This wasn't here before.

Now, what does that mean?

Well, whatever it is,
it can't be good.

It rejected it. Why?

To be totally honest,
I didn't think you'd call.

Well, it turns out
you were right.

There is more to those murders
than meets the eye.

The weird medical data, right?

Do you know what it is?

No, but I thought maybe
we could go through

the remaining files together

and see if we can't
find a pattern.

Yeah, totally.

Then maybe you can give me
a tour of this place.

Uh... Let's see
what we have time for.

Okay.

It's this way.

Oh.

What the hell is your game?

What are you talking about?

I want to speak to Adam.

What for?

Because I'm sick
of dealing with you.

Something's happened.
Tell me what happened.

Show me Adam!

You found it.

Yes, but it doesn't work.

That's not possible.

How much radiation
is it emitting?

Well... our scans
indicate none. Why?

The real keystone
emits a steady dose

of 2.2 rads
of gamma radiation.

Appears as though someone's
giving you the runaround,

and for a change,
it's not me.

Yeah, I'm getting
a pretty strong signal here.

Ziggy must be close.

Hank...

Atta boy.

Better find beetles
in that building.

Uh-huh.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

What is it?

Smell something.

Hey, guys, over here.

- Aw, it's Angelo.
- He's dead.

Guess we know why
that crate didn't arrive.

None of this makes any sense.

Why would someone kill

to get their hands on
a bunch of Cypher Beetles?

They're practically worthless
on the abnormal black market.

Why would Angelo
have supplied them?

- Yeah.
- You guys hear that?

Sounds like one of them
might have escaped.

Try underneath.

Uh-huh.

Gotcha.

Aw...

Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow. Ooh!

Son of a...

It bit me.

What did you do to it?

Cypher Beetles
aren't aggressive.

I know they're not aggressive.

Tell that to the Cypher Beetle
that bit me!

Yeah, here's another one.

Plant shop owner
found dead in an alley.

Guy they arrested

claimed someone had wired
his parents' house

with explosives.

But let me guess, the police
never found the bomb?

And the guy died in jail
of an undiagnosed brain tumor.

Oh!

God, are you okay?

Yeah.

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah, go ahead.

Okay.

You got something?

Yeah, no, nothing.

Politician in Chicago,

killed in broad daylight
on a water taxi.

The perp later died

of an unidentified
tropical skin disease.

Let me see that?

Nice.

Each case is exactly the same.

The murderer kills someone,
gets caught,

then dies a strange death

after claiming
to have been coerced,

but there's no link
between the victims.

So if there is a puppet master,

we don't know what the angle is.

Exactly.

You so don't remember me.

- What?
- What?

What are you talking about?
I-I-I totally remember you.

Right.

What was that thing...
project?

Yeah, okay, so why are you
holding out on me?

You brought me here.

I am not holding out on you.
You...

I analyze behavior
for a living, Will.

I know there's something
you're not telling me.

It's about the way
the killers died, isn't it?

Something new, something
I'm not supposed to know.

I want you to know
you can trust me.

I do.

I mean...
I know that I can.

I read your file.

You got kicked off the force

for thinking too far
outside the box...

Whoa, whoa, hold on a sec.
You read my file?

They say the same thing
about me.

"Too impulsive."
"Ignores logical associations."

"Invents unreasonable theories."

I'm on my last strike.

If my boss finds out I'm here,
I'll be gone tomorrow,

but I know there is
something else going on,

and I just need someone
to be honest with me.

- Oh, God!
- Please, don't drop me!

- Oh, God!
- Please, don't drop me!

The artifact you gave us.
Where's the real one?

I don't know
what you're talking about!

Face up or face down?

No, no, no, please!
It's in Hong Kong, I swear!

What's it doing there?

I-I sell pieces to collectors
out of storage,

replace them with fakes.

I didn't think
anyone would notice.

How unlucky for you.

Oh, I think I'm getting a cramp!

No! No, no, please!
I'll do whatever you want.

Let's start with the name
of the person you sold it to.

What is up with this thing?

I thought it's
supposed to be dormant.

I don't know,
but if they're all awake,

we gotta track down the others.

Send Ziggy up again.

Uh, yeah, I did.

He, um, landed
on a Tropicana truck.

Okay, so, what about
the dead guy?

Biggie's doing an autopsy.

What are we gonna do?

Phew...

Hey, what's wrong?

I don't know, I just...

Hank? Hank!

Hey, Will, come in!

Yeah?

You've got to get down here
right away.

Something's wrong with Hank.

Okay, I'm coming.

Listen, you've got to go
right now.

No, please, Will,
don't do this.

You know what it's like
to be trapped on the outside.

Yes, I know, but...
Look, not now, okay? I can't.

Please understand.

Okay.
Just when you're ready.

All right.

- Hank...
- Hank, are you okay?

You all right?

Yeah.

What the hell happened?

Drink?

No, thanks.

Oh, come on.

"Shoot Your Employee Day"
comes but once a year.

Lighten up.
You did what you had to do.

Magnus would have done
the same thing.

Really?
You really think so?

Oh, absolutely.

Magnus has shot me
more times than I can count.

Yeah, well, that's you.

You're right, bad example.

The point is, you acted
decisively when necessary,

and, you know, kiddo,
keep that up, and someday,

you're going to be worth
something to this organization.

L'chaim.

Cheers.

How is our hairy wunderkind
coming, anyway?

Well, I managed
to stabilize his seizures,

but he's not responding
to treatment.

I may have something on that.

I was speaking to, um...
Brawny and Marie,

and they told me
that he'd been bit

by a giant beetle.

Well, we don't need to see
an episode of "House"

to determine
our probable cause, do we?

Look at this.

Exhibit A, blood
from an ordinary beetle.

Exhibit B,

blood from the beetle
which bit employee.

Exhibit C,
blood from said employee.

♪ Two of these things
are not like the other... ♪

What is that?

Tichus barbarellus,
a microscopic abnormal,

similar to the rabies virus.

It makes ugly docile beetles
into ugly aggressive beetles.

Okay, so when it bit Henry...

These little guys
were transferred

via the beetle's mandibles.

Whoever designed this
knew what they were doing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, designed?

Definitely.

Cypher beetles have

an extraordinary
resistance to pathogens.

They're one of
only a few species

that could be used
as a transmitter.

What about Henry?

Well, we caught it early.

Now the best we can do

is hope that young Henrich
has the wherewithal

to fight off the infection.

Bad news.

Just found out

that the delivery truck driver's
family was being held hostage,

and Biggie found micro-abnormals
in Angelo's blood.

Well, this is starting to sound
a little bit too familiar.

This is the place.

I'm detecting gamma radiation
below us,

the penthouse.

The keystone.

So, what can we expect?

Well, I had my suspicions
about the buyer,

so I checked his name

against the Beijing Sanctuary's
database.

Turns out he's a Seralops,

a humanoid abnormal that craves
gamma radiation like a drug.

So he's not giving it up
without a fight.

I'm afraid not.

Helen.

I'm fine.

Let me do this.

You've been exposed
to enough radiation as it is.

The dose coming off
the keystone

isn't enough to worry about.

I'm coming with you,
and that's that.

In for a penny...

I hate to be Captain Obvious,

but this has to be
the work of the same guy.

Then what's he targeting?

That, I don't know.

Well, we better figure it out,

'cause there could be

hundreds more of these
beetles out there.

Okay, in Atlanta,
he targeted a shop owner.

In Chicago,
he targeted a politician...

And here, a priest.

Well, what's the connection?

Abnormals.

Yeah, we know.

He uses abnormals
to cover his tracks...

No, no.

Hey, where are those
supply requisitions

I signed for this morning?

- I FedExed them.
- I got backup.

What's the name
of that shop in Atlanta?

Duke's Daisies?

See? Look at this.

They're the biggest grower
in the country.

They supply thousands
of rare plants

to the New York Sanctuary.

What about the politician
in Chicago?

He was the swing vote
on council.

Without him,
a proposed rail line

that would have cut through
several west side neighborhoods

was approved.

Displacing a community
of abnormals.

And here. Father Jensen
was the chief caretaker

of the Fifth Ward.

Okay, okay,

So, he's targeting abnormals
and their support systems.

Well done.

It still doesn't tell you
what he's planning to do here.

Well, most
mission-oriented serial killers

escalate their behavior
over time.

He must be after something big.

The vigil.

Dozens of abnormals,
all in one place.

Oh, my God.
They get infected,

chaos spreads into the streets.

People retaliate,

and the community
gets hit even harder.

Quietly.

Of course.

John...

What the hell
are you two doing here?

I don't recall
inviting you to the party.

John!

Good, it hasn't started yet.

You're early.
Please, sit wherever you like.

Father Clark, right?

Yes.

I'm sorry, but we're going
to have to cancel the vigil.

Someone's planning
to attack it.

What? How?

It's a long story.

You're just going to
have to take our word for it.

What is it?

But we can't cancel.

Everyone's due to arrive.
What will we tell them?

That it's for their own safety.

- What is it?
- Smell something.

I appreciate
what you're trying to do,

but I haven't heard
anything about a threat,

and I'm not going to cancel
based on your say-so.

Father Clark?

What was Father Jensen's
favorite holiday?

What? I don't know.

You two were friends.

He never mentioned it.

Ah...

What was his favorite food?

- My son...
- Curry!

He prepared it
every Friday night.

What kind of car did he drive?

A... sedan?

Uh-huh...

He didn't drive.
Terrified of it.

I had to drive him everywhere.

I'm sorry,
but I don't have time for this.

I have to set up
for the vigil...

Who are you?

You're an abomination.

You deserve what you get,
all of you.

Get down!

Get down!

Guys, over here!

Come on! Come on!

No!

Holy...

Oh, man.

So, now what?

Well, we can't stay
in here forever.

What are you doing?

Hank taught me this.

Okay, stand by.

Get ready.

- For what?
- For this.

Okay.

Nice. Let's call
and get this cleaned up.

Did you actually think
you were going to catch me?

You're nothing but an animal
that needs to be put down.

You killed my friend.

You killed so many.

They deserved to die,
for helping you and your kind,

and once you're gone,
I'm going after your boss.

No...

You... You're the animal!

Oh, my God...

Shh... You're safe now.

He can't hurt you.

I promise. Shh...

Hey, hey...

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

Henry?

He pulled through.

He's in his room,

talking to his
HAP girlfriend on Skype.

We took care of the vigil.

We rescheduled it
for next week.

I... killed him.

I could not... stop myself.

I get it.

I've been there.

But he murdered
a dozen people,

and he was planning
to kill more.

Deep down,
nobody minds what you did.

Father Jensen...

he would.

You're going
to have to file these.

Yeah, I don't think
I can report this one.

No, not unless you
want to end up like me.

Would that be so bad?

Well, I should, uh, go.

Uh, yeah.

Uh, hold on.

I believe you...

that you're not
going to tell anyone.

Which is why
I'm going to give you this.

Just don't leave that
in the break room.

I won't.

Thank you.

Why don't you give us
some time,

then you can
come back for the tour.

I'd like that.

Is that the cloak?

Actually, it's back
to being more of a shield.

Okay.

Mm-hm, yes,
I finally got it to work.

Unfortunately, though,
there's only one of them,

which means...

Only one of us can go.

Yes, well,
first things first.

So is this it?
The real one this time?

Let's hope so.

Where is that?

Turkey. No, Iran.

- Nepal.
- It's Annapurna.

He's right.

Tibet.
That's the gateway.

We leave at first light.

May I come in?

Yeah, as long as you know
the Norwegian term

for capital cost allowance.

Capital cost allowance.

Show-off.

Rough day?

Rough day.

Your job is hard.

You're handling it well.

I'm barely handling it at all.

You stopped a serial killer

who had eluded authorities
for months,

who threatened
to further destabilize

the lives of abnormals.

That was a lucky break.

Well, sometimes that's
the best we can hope for.

We're going underground?

That's good.
You know why?

'Cause we're going
to get there.

We're going
to find the city.

Didn't hurt.