Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 4, Episode 4 - Monsoon - full transcript

Just don't give me
the new era speech again.

Dude, it is totally new era.

Thanks to Addison
and the U.N.,

we have no commercial
banking access,

we have no military
or law enforcement support.

Is it cold in here,
or is it just me?

We also have no love
from the mayor's office,

which means no breaks
on our heating bills

or property taxes.

Really?

Really.



Oh, man.

Abby's coming over
for lunch today.

We're celebrating
her big promotion.

And I bought
all this gourmet food

and those sea salt chocolates
you told me about--

All right,
I'll fix the heating.

Thank you.

I will save you
some chicken.

I'm getting paid
in chicken now.

Actually,
it could be worse.

Yeah, sure it could.

Think about Magnus.

Yeah, so what's
the deal with Africa?

Why not Switzerland,
or Monaco,



or wherever
this guy's from?

She didn't tell you?

This guy, Feliz,
he lives on his plane.

Shut up!

Yeah, yeah.

He sends you the coordinates
of some landing spot

24 hours in advance.

In this case,

it's some lawless island
off the coast of Mozambique.

So he never stays
in one place for long.

No.

How "Bond villain"
is that?

So, he's our guy now?

Yeah, yeah.

If you want something kept
hidden or off the grid,

Richard Feliz is your man.

He's our underground ally.

Lawless island.

That sounds dodgy.

Aw, come on,

for "bullets
and leather" Magnus?

She can handle it.

Votre attention,
s'il vous plait...

You're welcome.

Voulez-vous presenter
au comptoir d'embarquement...

So, you come here often?

Whatever fantasies you have
about you and I

are not
going to happen.

Oh, come on, now.

I have to know your story.

From what I understand,
women like to tell it.

Brad Sylvester.

You have a lot of experience
with women, Mr. Sylvester?

Enough.

You know, just being friendly
with a fellow traveler.

CEO, Day-and-Night-Poker.

You look like a woman
who enjoys games.

Really?

[Chuckles]

Enjoy the weather.

It changes all the time.

Yes, I've-
I've been to Africa before.

Photographer.
Canadian Press,

and I promise,
I will not hit on you.

But only because

I've got a killer
deadline to meet.

Good enough reason.

[Man talking loudly
on the phone in Russian]

[Heavy accent]: Yes, no,
I cannot have the Irish Hammer

fighting Hebrew Mick

at Caesar's on this date.

Why, Vasili? Why?
Da , conflict.

Also, we have fashion show.

Yes, women with large, eh...
sash, bathing suits...

Thank you.

Did I invest in this idea
to make money?

Don't answer that, Vasili,

I will kick you in the throat.

Right in the throat.

Get this one right
or polish your resume.

Ai-yi-yi-yi...

[Sighing]

My apologies.

Totally unseemly.

Feodor Glazov, CEO, DCC.

Look, please accept these comps

to the title bout this month
in Atlantic City.

You too, my skinny supermodel.

You have a man in your--
[whistles] life?

He like fun?
He has socks?

This will blow them off.

DCC?

Death Cage Competition.

Ah, of course.

Thank you, Mr. Glazov--

please, call me Frank.

You've never heard of DCC?

Just a matter of time.

Fastest growing sport
in the world.

Faster than online poker?

[Cell phone ringing]
Poker is dead.

This is future.

Vasili, give me good news.

Yes, bathing suit.

They cover the part
the sun doesn't shine.

Uh, no, thanks.

That "Cage match" crap
is a sign of the apocalypse.

Couldn't agree more.

Um, are you interested?

Actually, I was
going to give you mine.

The only men I know

are the ones who buy tickets
to Comicon in San Diego

a year in advance.

A much better breed.

Charlotte Benoit.

Helen Magnus.

What brings you here?

Oh, you know,
the dependable weather.

You?

Work.

I've been on Madagascar
for the past three months

studying Lemur migration.

Their population patterns,
their diet changes.

Lemurs, wonderful animals.

Very versatile. Um...

Scent glands in their
paws, if I'm right.

Okay, I'm definitely getting
a scientist vibe from you.

Are you here on research too?

I wish.
No, I'm meeting someone.

Well, that's very mysterious.

Isn't it?

[Roar of airplane engine]

[Shots firing]

[Charlotte screams]

[Magnus]: Dear God.

Easy, people.

Back away from the windows.

Hands where
we can see 'em.

Everyone stays

exactly where they are...

Do you mind explaining this?

Sure.

We're here to rob you all blind.

♪ Sanctuary: "Monsoon" ♪
Season 4 Episode 4
Original Air Date on October 28, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
.: Modifié pour WEB-DL par M0uSe :.

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[Abby]: Did I mention
the new office?

With walls and a door
and everything!

Oh, water cooler?

Hmm! It's just
down the hall.

And something
about a window?

Yeah, that opens,
to the fresh air--

to an alley, but,
I mean, who cares?

I love you, the pay raise
means nothing,

but a window, a door,
a little bit of sunlight,

and you are on cloud nine.

Well, a window means

that plant
you gave me last year

might actually live--

you love me?

Is that plant is still alive?

Because it's a fern,
they're kind of delicate--

Oh, did you get me
another one?

Because if you did,
that's great--

You just have to
water them a lot--

Are you hungry?

Starving.

[Giggles in delight]

Congratulations,
Special Agent Corrigan.

You deserve it, Abby.

Yes, I do.

Nicholls, search 'em.

Chesky?

The tower is down.

You took care of
the last two ground crew.

Radio, phone, radar,

the whole place is sealed off.

[Magnus]: Look, if it's
our belongings you want,

I'm sure there's
some arrangement that we can--

Queen of England,

zip it.

Boss?

Broad's got a piece.

It's a nice one, too.

And a knife.

Wow,

that's my kind of girl.

Bitch!

Nicholls, relax.

She's an Alpha dog.

[Chuckling]

You just got too close.

I'll make you my dog.

Tyler, how long?

60 seconds, and we're hot.

So, this here's
a two-way street, people.

We have a secure link
to every major bank

and financial institution
in the world,

and that's our part.

Your job is to give us
your account transit numbers.

You give us
the right numbers,

we transfer the funds,

you all keep breathing.

You all start getting forgetful,

we start shooting you.

H-how are we
supposed to remember

our transit numbers?

I mean, I use an ATM half the time.

Yes, I phone my cousin
in Kiev for money stuff.

And guess what,
bags for douching,

I'm not phoning no one.

Are you guys, like,

the stupidest criminals
of all time?

I mean, who remembers
their transfer number?

I make $50,000 a year,

before taxes,

and I'm Canadian.
Get the picture?

[Shots blast]

[Charlotte screams]

The only reason

you are on this hole of an island

during rainy season

is because of business...

Business that you would like
to keep under the radar.

Means you have access
to lots of money,

money which is now mine.

Numbers.

Citibank.

929-639-989, checking.

639-787-786,
personal line of credit.

[Tyler]: Checks out, boss.

Guy's got about 190k in there.

Or should I say, "had."

Give me my phone,
I'll make a call.

And what about you,
sweet cheeks?

Uh...

I-I-I...

I can't remember.

That is very
unfortunate for you.

She's a research scientist.

What are you gonna do,
steal her pension plan?

I don't hear any digits
coming out of you,

Ms. concealed weapon.

Barclays. 7652360.

Satisfied?

Tyler? Am I satisfied?

[Tyler]: Um... kinda?

Do the numbers
check out or not?

Yeah, they check out,
but across three accounts,

she's got $209.

She's broke, boss.

You know, women and money.

[Laughing]

Hot and broke,

just the way I like them.

We could make an arrangement,
you and me.

[Shots blasting]

Stay down, or you're all dead!

Tyler! Hold your fire!

[Tyler]: There. Now.

[Supersonic scream]

You're abnormals.

[Groans]

Better believe it.

[Wincing]

Quite the powers your team has.

They come in handy.

At least the government
thought so,

until about two months ago.

You're ex-military.

Black ops.

Let me guess, CIA or NSA?

Wherever, whenever.

With powers like that,
how could you lose in Iraq?

Because they'd be
totally unstable

as soldiers.

She sounds like
my psych officer.

So the army found you
and trained you until...

Until a couple of
uptight suits in D.C.

decided that our services
were no longer needed.

Couldn't just
let you go, though,

could they?

Not knowing
what you're capable of.

They tried to kill you.

Being "decommissioned"

wasn't exactly an attractive option.

What, and now

you rip people off
for a living?

Why don't you come
and work for me?

We could make a lot of money.

Or not.

All these people here
are pretty freaked out

about our...

talents,

except for you.

I don't impress easily.

I don't like
women with secrets.

You'll hate me.

[Chuckles]

Chesky, one of these folks

has a plane
hidden somewhere.

Find it, please.

You have the look
of a woman with options.

This can't really be your plan,

land here,

steal money
from random travelers.

You're after Feliz.

Who's Feliz?

Oh, we can stop pretending.

You all know
we're here to meet him.

It was obvious

as soon as they
started asking

for our banking
information.

Why else

would anyone be on this
crap hole of an island?

Lemurs.

I've been studying Lemurs.

I swear I don't know
who this Feliz person is.

Feliz is a man
with access to a lot of money,

and when he lands,

he's going to turn
it all over to us.

I imagine

some of the cash
that Feliz controls

is yours, right?

Aw, she looks mad now.

Tyler, radar.

Setting it up, boss.

On my cue,

Frank, you get Brad, clear?

Clear.

[Whispering]
What are you gonna do?

Just stay close to me, all right?

[Will's cell phone rings]

Zimmerman.

[Abby's cell phone rings]

Yeah, when?

Agent Corrigan.

How the hell did that happen?

Yes, I understand.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

No, no, no,
Henry and I can handle it.

Just send over the data,
we'll take care of it.

Yes, sir, I'm on my way.

Okay.

Uh, work.

Yeah, me too.

Departmental budget crisis.

There's a monster
on the loose.

[Chuckles]

This was really nice, Will.
Thank you.

[In flashy British accent]
Yeah, we should make this

a little ritual, darling,
you know?

A weekly interlude.

I would love that,
minus the accent.

Sorry, it's non-negotiable.

I'll call you.

Will you?

[Laughing]

Bye.

That's what I'm talking about.

We just got upgraded.

Miley Cyrus!

That's gotta be
against FAA regs!

What the hell are we gonna do?

Get the temp kit, Jonesy.

We're jacking this plane.

890 kilometers out.

ETA?

With speed and head wind,
an hour, maybe less.

Mr. Sylvester...
Brad?

[Groaning]

My head...

My suit...

Quiet. Can you walk?

Can you be nicer?

Hands where I can see 'em.

Put the gun down!

I'm assuming
someone with X-ray vision

is worth more
than a few hostages.

You want Mr. Feliz,
good luck with that,

but these people and I
are leaving.

Oh, I knew you had a ride.

Inside. Move.

[Weapons blasting]

Hit it!

Let's go.

Quickly.

Hey, nice moves back there!

When this is over,

I owe you
a case of Cristal.

One thing at a time!

What the hell was that?

Keep working.

Come on.

Damn. I'd only
just bought that.

What the hell happened?

That can't be good.

I can't hear anything
you guys are saying!

I said "that can't--

don't worry about it.

[Groaning]

[Gunshots blasting]

[Engine approaching fast]

Recess is over, kids.

[Sighs]

You and Kate handled

the last time
one of these escaped,

so give me the 411.

Steno-pel-habilis.

Beijing Sanctuary's been
breeding little Ralphies

like gangbusters.

"Ralphie" being the one
you recaptured a few years ago.

Yeah, Kate named it.

Okay, how come there's
another one loose?

Shipping container mix-up
out of Beijing.

And one of our abnormals
goes missing.

Yup. A full-sized
Steno popped up

in an Ikea warehouse
down by the docks.

Okay, one to ten,

how difficult is it

for one of these to be captured?

Uh, now that I know
its eating habits

and favorite haunts?

I'd say about a two.

Hmm.

The Jays are playing
a double-header tonight,

and Biggie's making wings.

Again with the chicken.

Again, not complaining.

I'd say Chesky tried to Jack
the Brit's plane,

triggered some kind of
auto destruct.

Pretty slick.

We jammed all
transmissions in the L.Z.

She's cut off from the outside.

That's not good enough.

I want her taken out.

You know, you act like
quite the bad ass,

but her plane just took out
two of your people,

and now she's out there
gettin' her James Bond on.

You know, I would
characterize that

as an epic fail, my man.

I may be bulletproof,

but I don't like getting shot.

You feel me?

So...

This woman knows weapons,

is a trained fighter.

What is she,
British intelligence?

She never told me
what business she's in.

I only met her an hour ago.

What's her name?

I don't think she told us.

Name?

Helen...

Magnus.

[Tyler]: Running it.

If she's meeting the banker,

she's gotta be
someone with money.

You know, this woman,

she is more than someone
with just cash...

She's got you all scared.

C.Q. C.Q.

This is Comoros airport

requesting emergency assistance
on all channels--

[static crackles]

[Thug boss]:
Sorry about your plane .

Sorry about your men.

My guess is,

they tried to hit it with
an Em pulse to get on board.

Bad idea.
Makes it explode.

Fun as it was,

it doesn't really
change anything.

Feliz will never land here,

mainly because your men murdered

the entire
air traffic control crew.

With the set-up that we have,

he will never
notice the difference.

You just blew up my plane.

You don't think
he'll notice that from the air?

It's Helen, right?

You seem very determined

to ruin my day.

Maybe I should return the favor.

Harm anyone else

and I promise
you will regret it.

Surrender now,
and they might live.

I have a better offer--

let everyone else go,

and I might consider
letting you and your team

leave here alive.

Think it over.

It's not a bad offer.

Mind if I borrow this?

[Scanner beeping]

[Sniffing]

It's pretty fresh.

It's gotta be close.

[Coughing]

Hey, just stun it, okay?

And don't make it mad.

You said this would be easy.

You saw the poop.

[Scanner beeping rapidly]

Will?

Abby?

What are you doing down here?

I'm doing my job, Will.

[Scoffs]

Departmental budget crisis?

Are you guys
hunting abnormals now?

Since when does the FBI
do that?

Since the almost
monster-invasion last month.

Every intelligence agency
in the world

is creating abnormal
investigation units.

They are?

So this is your new assignment.

Thank you for telling me
the truth.

My new posting is classified,

and you guys are, you know...

Rogue.

I couldn't tell you, Will.

This promotion
is important to me,

and you guys
are kind of on the outs,

with everyone.

No offense.

Well, you're honing in
on our turf

you're keeping us
out of the loop,

what's to be offended by?

My department's mission

is to investigate
any suspicious sightings

or reports
pertaining to the unexplained.

Oh, great,
they're after the Steno.

That's awesome.

Well, there are

a lot of scared
Ikea employees out there.

[Man]: Abby!

Everything
under control in here, Abby?

Who is this guy?

Special Agent Crealy, FBI.

And...

What are you two supposed to be?

[Abby]: This is Will Zimmerman
and Henry Foss,

friends of mine
from the Sanctuary.

This is my partner, Gavin.

Gavin.

You and buddy here
want to explain

why you're interfering with
a federal investigation?

Dude, we are not interfering,

you're interfering.

Dude, don't make me
show you my badge.

Let me tell you something--

what does that even mean?

Okay, Abby,
we're on the clock here.

Oh, because of the Jays
double-header tonight?

No, because there are
people in danger.

This is not time

for the junior B tryouts.

I'm sorry,
who saved your ass last month

when no world leaders
would take your call?

That was different.

We've dealt with this before.
We know what we're doing--

Uh-huh, and we don't?

You're clueless.

Clueless.

Listen, buddy,

I've had about enough
of your tone.

You are speaking to
federal agents here.

If you call me
"buddy" once more,

I'm going to take your badge,

and I'm going to shove it up--

That's right,

it's "arrest a dipstick"
day today, isn't it?

Oh, is it?

Okay, okay, boys!
Boys! Boys...

Whatever we were
looking for

is definitely long gone now,

so why don't we just

dial it back.

We can each go
our separate ways.

That is a good idea, Abby.

I'm gonna let you off

with a little bit of a warning
this time...

Buddy.

This guy.

Okay, I'm gonna make you
eat your--

[abby]: Dial it back!

Like she was never born.

No alias hits,

no matching profiles
for a Helen Magnus,

if that's her real name.

Real enough for her
to have a bank account.

Someone's covering her tracks,

wiping the data
from the intel community.

And whoever's
doing it is good.

There's no sign of her.

Maybe she bugged out,

hitched a ride
to the nearest town?

[Scoffs]

Not likely.

Run backgrounds on the others,

starting with
Mr. Poker guy here,

Brad Sylvester.

Sure, I'll see if I can find

anything in the
Echelon secure cloud.

Oh, boy...

[Chuckling]

Well, well...

Looks like someone

wasn't being
entirely truthful...

Mr. CIA Field Agent.

[Laughing]

Oh, I worked with your kind
in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen...

Spooks always had
access to slush funds,

operational cash,
hush money?

And seeing as
they tried to kill us,

I think Uncle Sam owes us
some reparations.

Huh?

It makes me wonder
what the other two are hiding.

You got any secrets,
sweetheart?

[Power surging]

[Electronics crackle and burst]

[Banging keys uselessly]

E-everything's dead!

It's impossible.

I'm on battery power here.

She's hit us with an Em pulse.

Just give me a target.

Bingo.

21 meters, there.

[Supersonic scream]

[Glass shatters]

Damn!

Oh, my God.

Take the Professor next.

No, take me next, take me next.

I-I'll tell you everything.

I'll tell you everything!

I-I don't know anything.

I don't know anything!

Let go of me!

Filthy bliad.

Listen, listen, okay?

I just a teacher.

I don't have any secrets.

Baby...

Everyone has secrets.

Please... don't hurt me.

[Stabbing]

[Gasping for air]

You all right?

I thought
she was gonna kill me.

Pain in the ass, isn't she?

But I've met worse.

There.

Right.

Let's get out of here.

Are you all right?
Let me have a look at you.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

But look at you,
you're a mess.

You're covered
in lacerations.

I'm fine.
I've been through worse.

You keep saying that.

"You've been through worse,
you've seen worse."

You sound like an old woman.

I am an old woman.

What's your deal, anyway?

You're being totally cryptic
about being here,

and you went "Die Hard"
on these guys.

What are you,
a spy, an agent, or something?

A doctor.

Of ass-kicking.

[Laughs]

Something like that.

Look, Charlotte,

I'm really sorry
that you got mixed up in this,

and I'm not being glib
when I say this,

but I think we can
solve this situation

if we work together.

Are you up for it?

I'm in.

Great. Come on.

[Persistent knocking]

[Henry]: I'm coming, relax!

[Banging on door]

Hi.

Where is he?

Uh, he's his office, but he just--

oof.

Clever, Will, very clever.

Hi.

Drop the act.
Just tell me why.

Why what?

We received an anonymous tip

that the Steno ,

as you call it,

was hiding in a warehouse
in the seventh ward.

Instead we found a nest
of hibernating Durango bats.

Gavin is still
in the medical clinic

covered in hives.

Ooh, man, those bites
can be really nasty.

No, what's nasty, will,
is that you did this.

You were the anonymous tipster--

[gasps]

Did you plant the bats too?

L-listen.

No, please,

Will, you need to come clean on this.

All right, fine, I did it.

But just listen to me, okay?

I had to do something

to throw you off the scent

for your own safety.

A full-grown Steno
can maim or kill

anything in its way,

and you and Agent Glee Club,

you're not equipped

to deal with this kind of thing.

So you made us look like fools?

No--

will, professional jealousy
is one thing--

I'm not--

out and out betrayal?

Abby.

It's business, it's not personal.

This is my career.

My reputation, Will.

It is personal.

[Scoffs]

You and I are done.

Wait, Abby--

Dude, um...

We have a location?

Yeah, we tracked it to the sewers

near the water treatment plant.

All right.

Let's get this done.

If you knocked out the radar,

shouldn't that stop this
Feliz guy from landing?

They'll find a way
around it, believe me.

If we can retake
the terminal,

00:32:08,293 --> 00:32:09,426
we can free everyone

and warn Feliz that
he's flying into a trap.

Here, take this.

I don't mean to be
difficult or anything,

but is there any way
we can do this

without me having to
shoot someone or get shot?

Possibly.

[Power surging back on]

Yes. We are hot again.

Comoros tower, I repeat, this is Rancho 639er

one-five miles west
for runway one,

how do you hear?

Good timing.

Rancho 639er, this is
Comoros tower, good evening.

Wind is zero niner zero
at one-one,

altimeter is 3002,

and you are cleared to land
at runway one.

Runway one, Comoros
tower, Roger that.

See you in five minutes.

Come on in.

Chumps.

How can those people
have those freaky powers?

They're like...

They're like super villains.

Every exceptional ability
has a weakness, believe me.

Okay, what about X-ray guy?

Most likely,
his eyes are sensitive

to our body's
thermal heat signatures,

and the woman
with the sonic scream,

unique vocal chords.

It's all explainable by science.

Okay, but bulletproof man?

Super-resilient epidermis.

Likely a result
of the military's attempt

to weaponize abnormals.

Idiots.

And you know all of this because--

[coughing and spluttering]

Another time.

In the meantime,

we need to level
the playing field somewhat.

I'm going to need
to use your shirt.

[Air hissing]

Oh, crap.

Did they just...

Backdrafts can be
extremely violent.

I should have warned you.

Yeah, that's got to hurt.

Do you think this'll work?

It has to.

We have to stop
Feliz's plane at all costs.

Because they got
all your money?

Because if those thieves
get what they want,

they'll kill us all!

[Coughing and groaning]

Move!

Should still be dozing
somewhere in this sector.

Let's just tranq
and bag the sucker

before there's
any more weirdness.

[Growling and snarling]

Whoa...

[Snarling ferociously]

[Growling]

Whoa! Ah!

Okay, okay, okay...

Okay!

Just relax, rover.

Just relax...

Just calm down, okay?

Just calm down.

[Distant gunshots blast]

Are you guys all right?

I'm fine.

Hey, hey, hey...

Come on, hey.
How many fingers?

How many fingers?

Tuesday.

He's gonna be fine,

but we gotta get him out of here.

Okay, whatever that was,
it's gone.

What was it?

It was a--

stenopelhabilis,

and not a happy one, at that.

We gotta stop it before
it does any more damage.

Whoa, who put you
in charge there, pally?

Gavin, just
shut up and help.

Come on.

[Tyler]: Plane's still
gaining altitude, boss,

banking west.

[Frank]: Looks like
something went sideways.

Perhaps your plan
wasn't so brilliant after all.

Hold on.

It's still banking west,

but altitude steady
at 9,000 feet.

He's not leaving.

[Chuckles]

Which means...

that there is
something down here

that he wants.

Well done.

Now the others.

If we can create a distraction,

we can draw those men
away from the hostages.

I can't.

You'll be fine, Charlotte.

I lied to you.

About what?

Remember when I said
I was studying Lemurs?

Yeah.

More like I'm studying

their reaction

to a specific deadly virus.

Last one we haven't checked.

Belongs to the professor chick.

Well, well...

[Magnus]: And you're
telling me this now?

I had to know
that I could trust you.

[Chuckles]

Well, I'm glad we got that sorted.

Just how deadly is this virus?

If a small sample gets released,

it'll wipe out
everyone on this island.

And half the coast of Africa.

It's complicated, okay?

So, your plan
was to sell it to Feliz.

How noble.

I wasn't going to sell it.

I was going to give it to him.

The government,
the black market,

nobody should get a hold
of this virus.

Feliz contacted me
and said that he would hide it.

I don't care about the money.

I just don't want it to get
into the wrong hands.

So where is it right now?

M-maybe you want to be
careful with that, my friend.

It looks like bad news.

That's what I'm counting on.

If Feliz wants it,

someone else will want it too,

and for better money.

[Magnus]:
You're insane.

Welcome back.

Thanks to your girlfriend,

this day hasn't been
an entire waste.

You cannot let that virus
out onto the open market.

Now, if you want to
negotiate a price,

you and I can talk,

but only after you've
let everyone else go.

[Laughs]

Tyler? Warm up the plane.

We're buggin' out.

I'd listen to her.

That virus makes ebola
look like the common cold.

Millions could die
if it gets released.

So if I were to
drop this on the island

from my plane,

it would really suck for you.

[Frank]:
Oh, my God...

You wouldn't.

I'm selling a new weapon.

I need to test it out, don't I?

Nasty way to go.

Whoa!

[Steno snarling]

Now!

Come on!

[Stunner blasting]

It's jammed!

[Snarling]

[Stunner discharges]

[Will yelps]

Got it!

[Snoring]

That's incredible.

How did you know it was
going to attack you like that?

Let me show you.

Are those..?

Exactly.

Reese's pieces.

I left some in the sewers

as bait to lure it in.

You know, like ET.

This is the absolute
worst thing to give a steno.

Its system reacts
to sugar and peanuts

like crack cocaine.

It makes it violently insane.

I'm gonna go
wait over there, with him.

I know, he's a total--

Moron? Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

[Gavin]:
Hey, you guys?

Can I give it some gum?

Its breath is really bad.

I see more cooperation
in our future.

Good.

[Laughs]

[Rank]: I will
shoot myself first.

Who's with me?

Yeah, it's better than
dying of hemorrhagic fever.

That won't be necessary.

Wait for it...

What the hell happened?

[Frank]: That's not
a virus they stole.

Pure nitroglycerine.

I use it to stabilize samples.

You take it up

in an unpressurized
plane, and...

Is there a virus?

In here.

Carrying a dormant strain
in your own bloodstream.

It's very risky.

It's better than a pink suitcase.

You're crazy, you know that?

Both of you.

Are you kidding?
I love you guys!

Thank you,

but you can lose the accent now,

Mr. Feliz.

[In British accent]
You can call me Richard.

I thought the Russian accent
was rather good.

It was, it was more

I suspected there was a reason
that your plane hung around

in spite of the carnage.

It made sense that its owner
was here on the ground.

And the ruse?

Good question, Bradley,

you see, I prefer
to meet potential clients

in a more, um,
informal manner

before taking them on,

and may I say, Dr. Magnus,

that thanks to my resources,

your financial future
will be very healthy

for quite some time.

Thank you, Richard.

What a day!
How incredible!

Feel my heart--

it's so exciting.

As soon as my plane lands,
the drinks are definitely on me,

because we have much to discuss.

Mmm!

You sure know how to
show a girl a good time.

I try.

Thank you for...
You know...

Don't mention it.
You were very brave.

Here's Richard's plane.

Are you sure you can't stay

for a day or two?

Relax, hang out?

See, the thing about me
is I rarely just "hang out."

Dear God....

Bad?

On the contrary, I just...

I haven't been kissed like that
in a very long time.

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