Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 4, Episode 6 - Homecoming - full transcript

Previously on Sanctuary...

[mom whispers]
Stay where you are.

[screaming in terror,
monster roars]

Mommy!

[screaming]

[Magnus]: She was
an extraordinarily brave woman.

She died protecting you
from that creature.

[screaming]

[Addison]:
Father hardly around.

Never had much in common
with his egghead son anyway.

Then his indictment



just as you were
starting to fit in

at the Bureau.

Boy, that must have been
tough on you, huh?

[shouting and clamor]

[man]: Leave him alone.

He did not do anything.

[swirl of chaos and unrest]

I land at the airport,
everything's fine.

By the time
I get into town...

[Yusuf]: A mass protest
over the upcoming election.

It's happening
all over the city.

It could last for days.

[Will]: It's gonna make it hard
to keep your Sanctuary running.

[Yusuf]: When I had the support
of the government,



it was much easier.

However, now...

[Will]: I know.

Since Magnus went independent,

we have to do things differently.

[Yusuf]: Instead of working
with politicians and police,

I'm now dealing
with thugs and warlords

just to stay afloat.

[Will]: Which is why
I'm here in person.

I'm going to make a withdrawal

from one of our private
bank accounts for you.

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs heavily]

[Yusuf]: Problem?

[Will]: No, it's nothing.

So I'll meet you later
this afternoon with the cash.

[Yusuf]: Cash?

[Will]: It's untraceable.
It's how we roll now.

[Yusuf]: How much?

[Will]: Enough so that
a few well-placed bribes

will keep you in league
with the new government.

[Yusuf]: This is a very unsettling way

of doing business.

[Will]: It's a brave new world.

[smashing and explosions]

[Bigfoot]: What's wrong with it?

[Henry]: Gift card?
It's just a little impersonal.

[Bigfoot]: He can get
whatever he wants.

[Henry]: I'm just sayin'.

[Bigfoot]:
Well, what did you get him?

[Henry]: Deep tissue massage.

You know that
three-toed hemasloth

we just got in from Thailand?

[Bigfoot]: Ah, so you didn't
buy him anything?

[Henry]: It's not about
how much money you spend.

[Bigfoot]: No, it's the thought
that counts.

[Henry]: Exactly.

[Bigfoot]: Cheapskate.

What are you two arguing about?

[Henry]: We're not arguing.

[Bigfoot]:
Will's birthday present.

Will doesn't come back
until tomorrow.

You've still got
plenty of time to shop.

- Huh?
- I am not cheap--

[alert warbles]

Perimeter alarm.

Someone's trying
to break in.

[Henry]: Rooftop sensors.

Someone's coming in
for a landing.

[Magnus]: A chopper?

[Bigfoot]:
Could be a SCIU attack.

[Magnus]: Bloody hell.

[wincing in pain]

Hiya, Doc.

Bruno Delacourt.
I should've known.

Lookin' good.

[???]

Bruno, what on Earth...?

You know, that color
looks great on you--

[Sheila]: Hey, Casanova!

Stow the sweet talk
and gimme a hand?

[Bruno]:
Just being polite, sweetie.

Excuse me.
Never heard of etiquette?

[Sheila]:
That's a three syllable word.

Careful you don't hurt yourself.

[Magnus]:
Sheila, if you don't mind...

Back to my original question?

[Bruno]: Yeah, right.

My apologies for
our unannounced arrival.

You almost got yourselves shot.

[Sheila]: I told him
we should've called.

[Bruno]: Well, there wasn't
enough time.

[Sheila]: Etiquette,
he says...

[Bruno]: I'm
doing this for you!

The little woman's
got a busted flapper.

[Sheila]: You may have noticed
my landing.

[Bigfoot]: Ugly.

My left wing.

Gives me too much yaw
in my pitch.

There might be
some tendon damage.

[Bruno]: High tension wire.

[Sheila]: Thanks to you.

[Bruno]: I told you "Turn left!"

[Sheila]: But you always get
your directions reversed.

[Bruno]: Well,
this time I didn't.

[Sheila]: Picked a fine
time to get it right!

[Magnus]: Oh, dear god...

[Bruno]: Listen, cupcake,
don't project your anger on me--

How about
I get you both inside?

[Sheila]: Thanks, doc.

[Bruno]: We-we went over this
last session.

It's all about the anger
that's projected--

her inner anger--

projected onto me.

I didn't understand it
at the time, but...

now I have a better grasp--

[Bigfoot]: And you wonder
why I'm still single.

[Magnus]: I don't see
an actual tear.

[Bruno]: Aces, honey.
You hear that?

[Sheila]: So why does it hurt?

[Magnus]: Well, there are
some lacerations

on your upper primaries,

but nothing seems to have
penetrated the speculum.

You say a high tension wire
did this?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[Magnus]: Odd.

With that sort of impact,

I would expect to see
some ragged tearing,

but these cuts look
very precise.

Hmm, yeah, odd.

[Magnus]: As if they were done
with a sharp object

like a blade.

- Go figure--
- I told you--

[Bruno]:
Hush, my little love pump.

You know, she's still
very traumatized.

C-Could you...

Could you give us a moment?

[Magnus]: Gladly.

I'll come back to check on you,
but you're going to be fine.

[tablet squawks
with video game sounds]

[Magnus]: Ah, so this
is where you're hiding.

[Henry]: What?
I'm not hiding.

[Magnus]: Ha ha, right.

[Henry]:
Okay, I'm hiding a little bit.

But you gotta admit,
those two are toxic twins.

[she sighs] Yeah,
they are a handful.

[Henry]: How's Sheila doin'?

[Magnus]: Oh, she'll be fine.

[Henry]: But?

It's just that
the forensic evidence

doesn't match their story
of the physical trauma.

You think they're lying?

Or at least faked the injury.

Why?

[klaxons wail]

[Henry]: Attempted breach.

- Roof?
- Armory.

[Magnus]: Ah, makes sense.
Henry...

[beeps tablet, alarms stop]

I say,
get me the hell out of here!

Somebody's
just a little paranoid?

[Bruno]: I hear your anger,

I acknowledge
your point of view,

and I want to address
your concerns.

[Magnus]: Bruno,
I'm not the police.

Whatever penny-ante scam
you're running in Old City

is none of my concern,

just so long as
no one gets hurt.

[Bruno]: Please, Doc, come on--

But when you're under my roof,
you play by my rules.

Okay... I'll admit

we've been a little
less than straight with you.

What were you try to steal
from the Armory?

There's this shipment
of Red List abnormals

on its way into town,
clearly headed for the black market.

Clearly.

Clearly,
I couldn't let that happen.

Not so clear.

Okay, well, see,
Sheila and me, we had a plan.

We were gonna scam our way
into the Sanctuary,

grab a few stunners,

and then head out
to the drop spot--

[Magnus]: And do what...

take down the smugglers
and secure the abnormals?

Way ahead of me, as usual.

[chuckling] Please.

What's in it for you?

Okay, that is
exactly the reason

why I didn't
come to you directly.

You don't believe me.

Can you blame me?

[Bruno]: You know
what I'm gonna do?

You're so positive
that I'm scamming?

Go ahead, call my bluff.

I'm not too proud to admit
I could use a little help.

So you and I--

Join forces, yes.

Come on, with my intel
and your experience?

[chuckles] Love it.

You're gonna love--

Love it.
You're gonna love that?

Come on. You'll love it--

If these Red Listers do exist,

my priority is to make sure

they don't fall into
the wrong hands.

Obviously, sure.

And I'll be keeping
a very tight leash on you.

Meow...

[Bigfoot mutters]

It's healing nicely.

[Sheila]: You know, Cecile's
been asking about you again.

[Bigfoot]: Uh-huh.

[Sheila]: So is it too much effort
to pick up the phone?

[Bigfoot]: Magnus says
you should take it easy

for a few days.

[Sheila]: Ah, so you just
waltz into Old City,

break a few hearts,
and then you're gone?

[Bigfoot]: No...

[Sheila]: What, you think

you're too good for
a Ferrolump, is that it?

[Henry]: Hey--

[Bigfoot]: Thank goodness
you got here.

[Henry winces]
Sh-shooting pain!

[Bigfoot]: Huh? Oh. Sorry.

[Henry]: Magnus wants to see us.

[Bigfoot]: Good. Later.

- All of us.
- Huh?

She still keeps
a lock of your fur.

[growling]

[honking]

[cell phone chimes]

[messages chiming]

[cursing]

You need a hand?

Will!

[Will gasps]

W-w-what did they take?

[Yusuf]: Everything.

[groaning]

[Yusuf]: Oh, you've got
a nasty gash there.

[Will]: No... I-I can't...

What is it?

I can't see.

Get me back to the Sanctuary.

The militia have blocked off
the main roads.

We need to get off the streets.

[Yusuf]: Okay, this way...
this way.

There's a bed
at your foot here.

Lie down.

Easy, easy, easy.

This place
belongs to my cousin.

You'll be safe here.

Look up at the ceiling.

[Will]: What are you doing?

[Yusuf]:
When I was in the army,

I had a friend who suffered
a similar blow.

Similar symptoms, I think maybe.

[Will]: Concussion?

[Yusuf]: Detached retinas.

You have to lay
absolutely still, on your back,

and try not to move.

Permanent blindness.

There's a thought...

[smashing and gunfire outside]

[Yusuf]: I cannot stay with you.

[Will]: Your family, I know.

I'll be fine.

Go.

[Yusuf]: I'll be back with help
as soon as I can.

[Bigfoot]:
Comsets on channel one,

and no idle chit-chat.

[to Magnus]:
What's going on?

You know, Bruno,

it would help if we knew
exactly where we were going.

Yes, you will know
when we get there.

It's not how I usually operate.

Living on the edge.
My kinda gal.

[Sheila]:
Are you flirting again?

[Bruno]: Babylicious, never.

[Henry]: All right, before
I choke on my own bile...

These are fully charged.

[Bruno]: Perfect.
Where's my stunner?

[Sheila]: Oh, yeah, mine too.

Not even going to have
that conversation.

Wait a minute,

you don't expect us
to go unarmed, do you?

As far as I'm concerned,

the two of you
are back-seat drivers.

You get us there,
we'll do the rest.

[Henry]: Um, Doc,
can we have a word?

You know we got your back,
always,

but tag-teaming
with Heckle and Jeckle?

You don't actually trust them?

Of course I don't,
but we need their information,

however dubious
the source may be.

Okay, chop chop!

Let's get this party
started, huh?

[Bruno]: Sibilance...

Is your-- are you getting
anything on yours?

Just stay alert.

[Yusuf]: I found a first aid kit
in an army truck.

It's not much,

but until I can
bring back a doctor...

[Will]: Or a wagon-load
of Tylenol.

Here. Morphine.

Each pump
is point three milligrams.

Can you self medicate?

How do you think
I got through college?

It's good you have
a sense of humor.

I'm here all week.
Tip your waitress.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

But remember, don't move.

[Young Will]: You know,
it doesn't feel like a year.

It feels longer.

[Jacob]: I know, Will.

She'd be very proud of you.

Come on, it's time to go.

Already?

[Jacob]: Daddy has to catch
a flight, remember?

I have that big
business meeting in Houston.

[Will]: That's in Texas.

I can name all 50 states.

[Jacob chuckles]
That's good.

Come on, Nanna is
waiting for you, all right?

She made you that special cake. Let's go.

[Will]: Can I have a minute?

[Jacob]: I'll be in the car.

[Magnus]: Douse the lights.

[Bruno]: Bah-dah-bing.
Just like I promised.

[Henry]: Yeah.

Let's not count our abnormals
before they hatch.

- Right, you two stay here.
- [Sheila]: Honey...

Whoa, whoa, wait,
you're making a big mistake.

I'll live with it.

[Magnus]: All right, fan left.

[Magnus]: Anything?

[Henry]: Nada.

[shot blasts]

[gunfire]

[Henry groans]

[Sheila]: Shouldn't you
go and help?

[Bruno]:
Shh, be still, Honey Lips.

Let the professionals
handle it.

[Magnus]: Henry!

[Magnus]: Well done, Henry.

[Henry]: Back atcha.

[Bruno]: I think we'd better...
Yeah, let's go.

[abnormals cooing and warbling]

[Henry]: Whoa.

It is a Red List shipment.

[roaring and warbling
from crates]

Stolen from Colombia,
by the looks of it.

Henry, we need to get
this container

back to the Sanctuary.

[creatures snarl and shriek]

[Magnus]: Bruno!

[Bruno]: You! Look at your...

The way the streetlight,
the lamp--

Don't...speak.

[Bruno]: It's beautiful.

Just hand it over.

[Bruno]: What?

Diamonds and abnormals?
What an amazing coincidence.

You lied to me.

[Bruno]:
I promised you Red Listers.

You got Red Listers.

[Magnus]: Yeah,
you failed to mention

a small fortune
in diamonds.

Details.

That's a nice haul, dude.

[Magnus]: You're really moving
up in the criminal world.

The diamonds aren't for us.

[Bruno]: Let me
explain this, Cuddle Cakes--

Yeah, 'cause you're doing
such a great job already.

[Bruno]: Really?

[Magnus]: The diamonds!

We need them to buy weapons.

Can you not see

how this is going
in the wrong direction?

[Sheila]: Let me explain.

[Bruno]: No, no, no, no,
let me explain--

[Magnus]:
Someone please explain.

[Henry]: What are you doing
with the weapons?

- They're not for us.
- Perish the thought.

[Bruno]: No, they're for
the international arms dealer.

[Sheila]: Yeah. Yeah, you see,

we sell the weapons,
make a hefty profit,

which we need.

Do you?

[Bruno]: Of course we do.

For the orphans.

[Magnus]: Orphans?

You're giving weapons
to orphans?

[Sheila]:
Okay, now, that's crazy.

[Bruno]: Okay, follow me here.

We need the diamonds
to buy the guns.

We then sell the guns,
double our profit.

And we use that money
to pay the black marketeers.

And save the orphans
from being sold into slavery.

Ta dah!

Cue the violins.

I got nothing.

It's stunning.

So, what do you say, Doc?

Hand over the ice,

and it's high fives
all around, huh?

[Sheila winces]

[Bigfoot]: It'd be so much
easier if we just killed them.

[Henry beeps open cell]

[Bruno]: Come on,
this is a travesty.

[Magnus]: We'll check out
your story. Until then...

[Bruno]: Oh, what, we don't get
a phone call, Magnus--

[door slams, blocking out sound]

And... peace.

[Bigfoot chuckling]

Holy crap.

[Magnus]: Pray tell.

[Henry]:
Well, I was pokin' around

where I shouldn't be
pokin' around.

[Magnus]: Ah, good lad.

[Henry]: NSA, Homeland Security,

real backdoor
wet-job stuff here.

[Magnus]:
And the bottom line is...

[Henry]: Looks like maybe Bruno
was telling the truth,

at least about the weapons.

It seems there really is
a shipment.

Anti-abnormal prototypes?

Specially designed by SCIU.

[Magnus]: Oh, dear lord.

[Henry]: There's some
really cool stuff here,

except for the fact

that it's designed
to kill abnormals.

[Magnus]: Then we better
intercept that shipment.

Define "we"?

Tasting a little crow?

Don't push your luck.

So we'll get the weapons?

I'll get the weapons.
You'll stay here.

[inhaling doubtfully]

What?

That's not gonna fly.
Pardon the pun.

[Sheila]: Technically,
that's not a pun.

[Bruno]: Throwing your
correspondence school diploma

in my face again?

What is it, onomatopoeia?
- Not a pun.

I'll get the weapon prototypes,
but not for profit,

just to keep them out of
the government's hands.

But I already made the deal.

The seller's expecting
to see us.

He sees you,
he's going to smell a rat.

No offense.

[Jacob]: Will...

your dinner is getting cold.

[Jacob]: Will...

[Young Will]: I'm not hungry.

[Jacob]: I said I was sorry.

[Will]: The team's
in the finals.

It's going to be
the last game of the year.

[Jacob]: So I promise,

I'll get you tickets
for next year.

Box seats for both of us.

It's just right now,

we're just going through
a tough time, that's all.

What happened to
all Mom's insurance money?

[Jacob sighs]

We're going through
a rough spot.

Business has not been great.

[Will]: Scott says he saw you
at his house last night.

I had to talk to his
father about something.

He saw you playing cards

with his dad
and a couple other guys.

You said you'd stop.

It was just a friendly
neighborhood game,

and don't you quiz me
like this, Will.

Look, Will...

I know you miss your mother,
especially today.

Believe me, I miss her too.

It doesn't matter.
Just forget it.

[Jacob]: It's just some nights

I need to blow off
a little steam.

I mean, it isn't easy
without...

When you get older,
you'll understand.

It's okay.

I'll get another birthday
next year.

[Jacob sighs heavily]

Come eat.

[Henry]: I don't like this.

You trust them
with those diamonds?

[Magnus]:
Just be ready to move.

Hey, is that him?

[Bruno]: Of course it's him.

[Sheila]: Well, you should
go talk to him.

[Bruno]: Will you stop
micro-managing me?

Seriously?

[Bruno, whispering]:
Let's go. Come on.

Stay close to me.

[gives a cheesy bird call]:
Caw-caw! Caw-caw!

[Sheila]:
He won't understand...

[Bruno]: Let me do this, please!

The eagle has landed!

Hey, buddy?

[knocking] Come on...

Buddy, what's--

[Sheila yelps]

[Henry]: That's never good.

[Magnus]: Damn it.

[tires squealing]

[Bruno]: Go, go, go!

[shots blasting]

Go! go!

[stunners blasting]

[Sheila gasps]

[Henry]:
Definitely government types.

Looks like Bruno was set up.

Speaking of which...

Aw, they wouldn't.

They did!

[cawing overhead]

[Bigfoot]:
I'm just saying it looks bad.

The place is like a war zone.

[Magnus]:
Still no word from Yusuf?

No answer
on either of their phones.

If the government has fallen,
they could have been detained.

[Henry]:
I should have gone with him.

[Bigfoot]:
Declan called from London.

Says he can put a team
on the ground in Monrovia.

He's got friends in Dakaar.

[Magnus]: Will may just
have to lay low for a while.

In the meantime,
stay on top of the situation.

[Bigfoot]: Locked on
to Al Jazeera.

So, how'd it go
with Ozzie and Harriet?

Uh... not as well
as we'd hoped,

but we're about to remedy that.

[Bigfoot]: Uh-huh.

Where are you two headed now?

Bird hunting.

I may not be a genius, babe,

but... I do have my moments.

[Sheila]: And what,

and I stood nearby
and slow-clapped?

Please...

[Bruno]:
You were good, Lambchop.

[Sheila]: No, you were good,
Honeybear.

You looked so handsome,

flying away with
all those heavy cases.

[Bruno]: All the working out
paid off, didn't it?

[Sheila]:
Oh, you look incredible...

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm...

[Magnus]: You are both
incredible.

[Bruno]: How did you..?
Did you take the stairs--

[Magnus]: Start talking.

I welcomed you into my home,

and you manipulated
the entire situation.

[Henry]:
Shame on both of you.

Okay, I can see
why you're angry,

but I promise you,
this wasn't a double-cross.

Really? Then what
would you call it?

[Sheila]: A mix-up?
And I don't like your tone.

[Bruno]: I got this one,
Love Muffin.

Okay, here's the thing:

We needed to make sure
the weapons were secure.

[Sheila]: He was actually
very heroic.

[Bruno]: It was pure instinct,
but thank you, darling--

[Magnus]: Before I vomit?

[Bruno]:
Those government agents,

who are they working for again?

[Henry]: SCIU.

Cool. Anyway,
they compromised our contact

before we arrived.

It was all happening
in real time.

I needed to do something
to protect the mission.

So you flew off and left us
to fend for ourselves.

You...wanted us
to stay and help?

[Sheila]: They had guns!

[Bruno]: Yeah, no, no.
We fly, you guys kick ass.

It's the law of the universe,

and, hey, it all
worked out in the end.

Except for the part
where you stole the weapons

and tried
to hide them from us.

I was about to call you.

[Henry]: My head
is about to explode.

[Magnus]: Wow.

[Bruno]: I appreciate, Doc,
how this all may look,

but we were both set up.

[loud crashing
and smashing outside]

[he winces in pain]

Son of a bitch...

I take it
you're referring to me.

Unless you meant Joyce,
in which case, I agree.

[scoffs quietly]

What's on your mind, son?

I'm just grabbing
the last of my things.

Books and crap.

I'll leave the trophies.
You can have 'em,

or sell them, whatever.

[Jacob]: Okay.

Is this what
your shrink called

being passive aggressive?

I don't see a shrink anymore.

You said I didn't need it.

Or wait,
you said we couldn't afford it.

Okay, so that's
what this is about.

Now, let's see.

I pay for your tuition,

I pay for your expenses.

I pay for everything
you ask for--

Excuse me,
I'm there on a scholarship.

All right, so this isn't
about money being tight.

So I think you have something
you want to say to me,

so why don't you just say it?

What the hell
are you doing, Dad?

That is none of your business.

"Private investors"?

"Full collateral recourse"?

This is fraud.

No, that is
a business opportunity,

and we need it.

I don't. I don't want
any part of it.

[Jacob]: Oh, but you want
summer placement

at Johns Hopkins?

At Columbia?

Well, where do you think
that money's going to come from?

I don't know,
an honest day's work?

Who the hell
do you think you are?

I give you everything I have,
everything!

Every opportunity,
I make it work--

Yeah, you make it work
as best you can. I get it!

Don't you bring her up to me.
Don't you throw that at me.

Well, what do you expect?

Is this what
she wanted for us?

For you?

You can't even...

You pay for Harvard,
but you hate me for it.

I'll tell you what.
From now on, I go my own way.

You're off the hook.

Will, Will, look, look...

This could work--

It doesn't work, Dad.
And face it, it never did.

You kept your promise to her.
You did that.

The rest?
I don't want it anymore.

Yeah...

[Magnus]: Henry,
take the weapons.

[Henry]: Absolutely.

- Wait a second, what--
- And the diamonds.

Honestly, I think
that's a bit extreme.

[Magnus]: Really?

Because according to you,
we were both set up,

so none of this is your fault,

in which case, we should
confiscate the weapons

and return the gems
to their rightful owners.

[Bruno splutters]

What is this,
a Hallmark moment?

You need to see
the bigger picture here.

[Sheila]: We need this stuff!

So you are in this
for the money.

For good reason.

[Henry]:
Whoa, if you say "orphans"...

These kids need our help, yes!

And you're taking food
from their little mouths!

[Henry]: Now, that,
that's a Hallmark moment.

We are doing all of this
for children in need.

If you think helping the needy
is a worthless venture,

then go ahead,
take it, take it.

Yeah, take it all.

Here.
There you go.

Oh, you are a nasty woman.

[Henry]: Angry Birds...

there are no orphans.

What choice do we have?

Our trust has been betrayed
at every turn.

I'm sorry, to both of you,

but this is the end
of us working together.

[Henry]: Oh, amen.

I understand.

I want to thank both of you
for all you've done.

It didn't work out.
That's life, right?

Onward.

[Magnus, sighing] Onward.

[Henry]: I'm not trying to sound
like a snob or anything,

it's just that some
abnormals lack a certain...

"class" is the word.

[Magnus]: But what if they're
telling the truth?

[Henry]: About the orphans?

[Magnus]: If they do exist,
can we afford to turn our backs?

[Henry]: Doc, I've looked
into it, okay?

There's nothing on any
boatload of missing kids.

Oh, and wait,

the Flying Bickersons
have screwed us over twice.

[Magnus]: Think back
over recent events.

Something about this
isn't right.

[Henry]: Yeah, the fact
that they're lying thieves.

Thieves, maybe.
But liars? Not deliberately.

They might have
filtered the truth,

or been a bit selective
with the information--

[Henry]: Which is commonly
known as lying.

[Magnus]: The intel they
supplied is essentially correct.

The Red List shipment.
The weapons buy.

[Henry]: The stash of diamonds.
The stealing.

[Magnus]:
It's an imperfect world.

Being flexible with our allies

gives us more
than condemning them.

The days of judging things
at face value are over.

[Henry]: So we've gone rogue,

and now we have to hang
with the deadbeats,

I get that, Doc,

but we don't
have to trust them.

[Magnus]: Maybe we need to stop
being so judgmental.

[Henry]: This is that whole
113 years of Zen philosophy,

isn't it?

[Magnus]: You know what I mean.

[Henry]: I really don't,

but I do know what
you're going to say.

[Magnus]: Something I need you
to check for me, Henry.

[Henry]: Of course there is.

[Bruno]: No tears, babe.

You said
we'd get the money, Bruno.

You said this would work.

It will,

I promise.

Have I ever steered us wrong?

Have I?

You swear to me.

I swear it's not over.

Come on, a nice little workout
to clear the head?

Come on, come on,

you love it.
You love it.

Ha ha ha! Whoo!

Ha ha. Tsk...

Doofus.

[Jacob]: Thank you.

[Jacob]: Look at you.

[Will]: Hey.

[Jacob]:
Come here, come here...

[Jacob chuckles fondly]

So y-you're done
with Quantico, I hear.

[Will]: I got a few weeks left.

I still don't know
where my posting will be.

[Jacob]: Wow...

You know, you owe me for this.

[Will]: Dad--

[Jacob]: I mean, really.

You wouldn't have become
a bigshot profiler

unless you had me as a dad.

You practically grew up
in a criminal environment--

Dad, don't do this.

Don't make it harder.

[Will]: I spoke to your lawyer.

[Jacob]: Yeah, I know.

You better get used
to this color on me.

Look, you came, we talked,

and as you said,
you're off the hook, Will.

[Will]: Listen to me.

I went through your file
in Washington,

all of it.

Now, there's a clerical error
in a witness deposition

prior to your arrest.

It's not much,

but I think I can
alter the data

to make it look like--

[Jacob]: No. No, Will.
No, no, no--

[Will]: Your counsel thinks
that they can move for retrial,

maybe even a dismissal--

No. That is not
going to happen.

Do you hear me?

I have people
working on my case.

I did not ask you for your help.

[Will]: You're looking at
five to seven years.

[Jacob]: Don't you dare
get yourself involved!

Years, Dad!
Is that what you want?

You stay out of this,
do you understand me?

You stay out of this!

You stubborn bastard.

[Jacob]
Wait, Will, Will, Will...

Wait a minute.
Will! Will!

Will, wait! Will!

Yeah...

[Will]:
Stubborn bastard.

[Yusuf]: Will?

[Will]: How long have I been...

[Yusuf]: Two days.
How do you feel?

[Will]: Awesome.

[Yusuf]: The doctor
has come and gone.

He says if they haven't
reattached by now, then--

[Will]: Yeah, well, I guess
we'll see, won't we?

How are you,
are you okay?

[Yusuf]: Fine.
The fighting has died down.

I didn't mean
to leave you so long, Will.

I had to make sure

that my wife
and children were safe.

[Will]: That's okay.

[Yusuf]: My sons are teenagers. Idealists.

They hear the fighting,
the mobs.

They want to join the fight,
to pick up arms.

When that happens,

I'll do anything
to keep them from harm.

Will?

Well, I won't be
reading the newspaper

anytime soon, but...

[sighs] Nice room.

[Yusuf]: That's good news.

[Will]: Yusuf...

are your kids all right?

[Yusuf]:
With my sister in Sefula.

That's good.

[Yusuf]: You should rest.

I have more
pain medication for you.

[Will]: No.

Just get me a phone.

[Henry]: Hmm...

Hmm... Yup.

[Magnus]: Henry...

[Henry]: I am collating here.

[Magnus]:
Well, either do it silently

or tell me something.

[Henry]: Wow, what happened
to the Zen patience?

Hmm. Found something.

Interpol warrants for a Red List
supplier out of Dublin,

Finn Noland.

[Magnus]: Warrants for what?

"Child slave trading."

[Henry]: Yeah, keep reading.
The encrypted data?

[Magnus]: "Abnormal
child slave trading."

Dear God.

Yeah, Noland is
an extremely bad dude.

The rumor mill puts him
in town, tonight,

with cargo, at the docks.

Orphans.

If Bruno and Sheila

try to intercept
this shipment alone...

Oh, that could go very badly.

I think you owe
both of us an explanation,

and an apology.

[Noland]: The agreement
was simple.

You bring me the money,

I give you the wee kiddies.

No dollars for me,
no merchandise.

[Sheila]: You monster!

You tried
to alter the deal, didn't you?

I can't have that.

Kill the both of them.

[Bruno]: Wait a second,
wait a second.

Here-Here's the thing,

we can get you
the money today.

- Bruno...
- I got this.

[Noland]: I thought so.

[Bruno]: Yeah, okay,
so, you're a busy man, right?

So let's talk
price here, huh?

What do you need

for me to take all these...
these drooling, screaming,

annoying little kids
off your hands, huh?

[Noland]: Street value
on all of them

is five million dollars.

[inhaling in shock]

No bulk discount?

[Sheila]: How can you do this?

I mean, just-
just look at them all!

They need food, shelter, love.

Who knows what they've
all been through?

[Noland]: I do.

[growling angrily]

You have just
released a tigress!

[Sheila, seething] You...

You are going down,
you hear me?

You Eurotrash, central casting--

[Noland]: You married her?

--cheap cologne-wearing
hairpiece!

Yeah. Fiery passion
is so intoxicating.

[Noland]: Flying woman,
scream all you want.

Those children are mine to sell.

There's no one here
who can help you.

[stunners blasting]

Ha!

[kick thuds heavily]

[Sheila]: Oh, get us loose,
get us down, please!

[Bruno]: It's about time.

[Sheila]: Get us down!
Get us loose from here!

[keys jingling]

[Henry]: Doc?

[Sheila]: Please,
please, Dr. Magnus...

[Magnus]: Of course.

[Sheila]: May I?

[Magnus]: Absolutely.

[Sheila]: Come on, it's okay.
You're safe now.

[laughing in delight]

[Sheila]:
Oh, you're all safe now.

[laughing happily]

Oh, Bruno,
look at them all.

They're so gorgeous.

[Bruno]:
Yeah, they're beautiful.

We've got a family.

I need to get a job.

Yes, you really do.

Yeah.

Dammit...

[sniffling]

Every time!

Sub-retinal fluid
is coming in well.

Iris looks fine.

How's your head?

Were you always a brunette?

Not always.

You, William,
are fit for duty.

And by that I mean
a well-deserved pint.

[Will]: Thank you.

[Henry]:
Dude, how you feeling?

Biggie, is that you?

Hey, yeah, you're fine.

[Henry]: All right, you guys
ready to go?

I am starving.

Private room at Alfredo's,

the wine is on me,
cake is on her.

Surprise.

Surprise!

[Will]: Thanks a lot, guys,

but, uh...
I have other plans.

Will?

[Magnus]: Henry?

[Henry]: You heard about
the cake, right?

Save me some.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

Hey.

[Jacob]: Hey, you.

[gasps in surprise]

Roy Halladay?

Get outta here.

No big deal.
I know a guy in Philly.

We did time together.

[chuckles awkwardly]

I could murder a steak.
How about you?

As long as you're paying.

Me?

I'm the one
who got robbed in Liberia!

Yeah, right.
That's cheap, kid.

You're breakin' my heart.

Look at you.

Come here.

[Jacob chuckles happily]

Yeah.

[???]

Didn't hurt.