04x07 - Feast

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[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

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Detail!

Ten hut!

Dismissed.

Never again.

You hear me, Miller?

We don't let something like
this happen to us again.

[GRUNTING SOFTLY]

You okay, Master Chief?

Never mind. We've all
seen better days, Doc.

No, I mean...

Yes, Master Chief. Never mind.

KATHLEEN: Ray.

Your hand... it's shaking.

Y-Yeah. Yeah. I just, um...

I-I was gripping the
helm so tight, my hand...

♪

Flight op's complete.
Helo's back in the hangar.

They didn't find anything out
there. No sign of Fletcher.

Those seeds are long gone.

We went at the refugees again, hard.

They're sticking to their story.

The so-called "Captain"
boarded their trawler late,

replacing the smuggler they all
paid to sneak them into Europe.

Fletcher and the boat captain
were seen talking in helo bay

- on multiple occasions.
- [WHISPERS] Oh, God.

Any thoughts where we should
start looking for those seeds?

Giorgio has a yacht. Fast one.

If he was waiting for
Fletcher beyond Asteris Island,

they could be headed back to his place.

The house that was
communicating with the lab.

[CHUCKLES DRYLY]

Am I missing something?

Just the way fate works.

When you first came aboard,

you proposed using Giorgio's
house to find Vellek's lab.

I thought it was a... crazy plan.

And now...

I think it's our only hope.

Giorgio's house... You know where it is?

I have an idea.

♪

CHRISTOS: Well?

You see? I told you. We did it.

Tell us, Papa.

The virus weathered two ice ages.

It didn't just jump
species, it jumped kingdoms,

and it unleashed the
most massive twin pandemic

the world has ever known.

Yet this seed, this small
palm, Elaeis Virilis,

survived all of it.

I'm now going to take a bit
of the genius of Mother Nature,

I am going to mix it with my own,

and I'm going to save this planet

in an act of such benevolence

that people will question

why they ever believed in any other God.

[SEED THUDS, TWEEZERS CLATTER]

Buckle up, Commander.
You're about to bear witness

to the recreation of the human being.

I'm here because my nation needs to eat.

And eat they will, thanks to you.

Well, I kind of helped, too.

Go have a drink, Giorgio.

Men are talking here.

Nice.

You'll have to excuse
my middle child, Commander.

Aprils ago, his
mother crapped him out,

and he's been fouling up
things up ever since.

- Dad...
- But you, you did good, man.

Commander, your partner was
supposed to sneak the seeds

off that ship without
giving away your involvement,

which means Tom Chandler is on to you,

and he'll be coming after us all.

I suggest we work quickly,

avoid direct conflict with him.

You've seen how dangerous he can be.

Leave Chandler to me.

I have total trust in Lucia.
But right now, darling,

why don't you make our...
Our guest comfortable?

Not too comfortable, sweetheart.

[SLIDING DOOR OPENS]

Lucia's right, Dad. We're
not out of the woods yet.

Fletcher's escape wasn't
exactly according to plan.

You think it was by design?

I think you should keep an eye on him.

It's always good to worry,
as your mother used to say.

But right now, we need
to roll up our sleeves

and get to work, my
boy. What do you say?

Yes, sir.

[OBJECT CLATTERS]

Let's do this together, son.

[MUG THUDS]

KARA: This is from the hard drive.

We haven't had a satellite
flyover in months,

so no recent images.

What I'm looking for has
been around , years.

That small island near Ithaca.

That structure off Atokos,

that's the watchtower I saw
outside Giorgio's mansion.

Bridge, this is the Captain.

Set a course heading
- - , all ahead flank.

♪

Everyone, listen up!

I want you to reach far,
I want you to reach wide,

and I want you to line up

every fine piece of
ass in the Peloponnese,

'cause today, we're
gonna tear it up, boys.

[MAN LAUGHS]

Tear it up.

Don't say I didn't do my part.

I did my part. I helped.

♪

DANNY: Mission is a
straightforward smash and grab.

Target... secure map room

located in the northeast
wing of Giorgio's mansion,

It's outside the main staircase.

Nathan James will cruise
in a basket miles off-shore

while Vulture Team helos up the coast,

fast-exits klicks
from Giorgio's place.

- Hostiles?
- Intel from Captain Chandler

suggests that we'll
engage security elements.

It's nothing we haven't seen before.

Once we're inside,
Vulture Team demo-breaches

the map room door, which
is steel-reinforced.

We'll be sure to knock.

BURK: What exactly are we looking for?

Anything and everything,
paper or electronic.

Bring back every last asset
you can get your hands on.

If we're lucky,
something inside that room

will tell us where to find Vellek's lab.

Check.

Captain on deck.

Sasha...

- I don't need a speech.
- I'm not making one.

Look, you don't know what
happened with Fletcher.

But you know who you are.

I just wanna make sure you
don't doubt yourself out there.

Never do. Only thing Fletcher taught me

is that I have terrible taste in men.

Alert . Get the bird on deck.

Pre-flight in .

WOMAN: Do we know how he
intends to deliver the cure?

Should our people
expect treated seeds,

remedied plants, or aerosol?

There, I'm afraid, the
doctor's been rather vague.

We're in contact with his daughter

and we'll push for answers.

When the time is right, we'll
send for the cure and for you.

Understood.

Fletch, we won't forget your courage.

Schoolchildren will
be singing your name.

Kind of you to say, Control,

but I suspect that won't be the case.

It's not that you don't deserve it.

This will be our last direct
communication. Stay safe.

[BEEP, LINE DISCONNECTS]

[SAT PHONE BEEPS]

Is this... are we about to eat?

Food borne of the seeds?

I'm afraid not, Demetrius. Not yet.

I've only just begun my work.

My son and I are
testing the compound now.

Your son Giorgio?

Yes, Father, where is Giorgio?

Giorgio? Giorgio? Hell, no, not Giorgio.

Giorgio knows as much about
computational biology

as a pigeon knows poker.

I refer to my younger son, Christos.

- He should be here now.
- Dad...

♪

Lucia has a problem with
my younger son's behavior.

No, I have a problem with your
behavior when you're around him.

♪

[GLASS CLINKS]

The compound, Dr. Vellek.

- Are you sure it's going to work?
- Yes, it's going to work.

Of course it's going to
work, just as I promised.

We made great progress thanks
to our friend Mr. Fletcher here.

You mean thanks to me.

Is there a problem, Admiral?

Your father made arrangements
with the British

without first consulting the Greeks,

who backed him from the start.

So yes, there is a problem.

♪

What about the product, Dr. Vellek?

How many more nations are you
intending to share it with?

Is Greece no longer special?

Whatever your arrangement,
Sir, I can assure you,

Britain has no dispute
with you or your people.

Our agreement is with Dr. Vellek.

I am the head of the Hellenic City-State,

and I didn't become this because of some

apocalyptic stroke of luck.

I put men in graves.

I'm everything bad that ever
happened to you, in the flesh.

And Dr. Vellek works for me.

As long as Greece supports your research

and guarantees your security,

everything you do here belongs
to Athens, and Athens only.

You should be happy, Demetrius.

You no longer have any rival in Europe.

- And Britain is an ally.
- I don't want allies!

I want the cure!

Nothing's changed. [SIGHS]

A promise is a promise.

Yes, we've formed some new alliances,

and our relationship with Greece,

and with you, dear Demetrius,

is our first priority.

And we still have big
plans, you and I, Demetrius.

Let's not forget that.

So come on, let's celebrate.
[SNAPS FINGERS]

We've cooked up your
favorite... Dolmathes Avgolemono.

Dolmathes Avgolemono,
Demetrius. Sit, sit.

Thank you.

Your kitchen does you proud, Dr. Vellek.

It's my mother's recipe.

You might want to soak
it up with some bread.

♪

VELLEK: Eviva!

Eviva.

♪

[GLASS THUDS SOFTLY]

_

[BIRD CALLING]

[BONE CRUNCHES]

[GATE CREAKS]

[ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC
PLAYING LOUDLY IN DISTANCE]

You guys hearing that?

Yeah. Is that...

It's techno, sir.

♪

[SCOFFS]

- [MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY]
- [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪

[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE]

♪

[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE]

♪

DANNY: Bikinis, booze. Yep, it's a party.

You gotta be kidding
me. We weren't invited?

Giorgio.

DANNY: Nathan James, be advised.
We have ourselves a wrinkle.

Giorgio's having a house party. Over.

Did he just say house party?

That changes things just a bit.

Yeah, well, that music
alone could k*ll us.

We got civvies in there now.
If Giorgio's men start blasting,

we're gonna have some casualties.

All right, we do this quiet.

If Giorgio's in there,
he's now primary target.

The key to that room's around his neck.

Burk, Miller, Wolf, set security.

Sasha, Azima, you're with me. Green...

we need to isolate Giorgio.

Ladies, thank you for coming.

He's here, all right.
He's the life of the party.

It won't be easy to get him
away from the pool, sir.

I may have a way.

♪

[VELCRO RIPS]

Ah, well... [SIGHS]

This is not quite how I
imagined this in my dreams.

♪

[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

I lick salt off you yet?

♪

♪

I'm not gonna lie. I thought
I was the finest thing here.

[CHUCKLES]

[SPEAKS GREEK] _

[KISSES]

I know.

Come on.

Let me show you my house.

I got a great house.

♪

I've not seen such nice
things since before the virus.

This is nothing compared
to what I'm gonna have.

My family are visionaries,
doing remarkable things.

World-changing things.

You ever do it on
, -count Egyptian cotton?

That your best line, lover boy?

♪

[KISSING SOUND]

[HUFFS]

This couldn't have waited till I was done?

We didn't have seconds.

[GRUNTS]

Nathan James, this is Vulture Team.

We have Giorgio Vellek in custody. Over.

Copy that, Vulture Team.
Can't wait to see him.

♪

DANNY: All clear.

Honestly, fellas, the v*olence.

I thought I was supposed
to be the bad guy.

Move it.

♪

[SENSOR BEEPS, DOOR UNLOCKS]

We're in.

[DOOR THUDS]

Ah!

Wow. You like it rough, huh?
[CHUCKLES]

[LAUGHING]

[CHUCKLES]

Your father...

where is he?

And I'm just supposed to tell you?

Your playboy days are over, Giorgio.

You get to decide just how uncomfortable

you want it to get going forward.

I don't know what you people
are looking for,

- but I'd be prepared to fail.
- [DRAWER CLOSES]

Seems like you're always
prepared to fail, Giorgio.

SASHA: I've got something.

- Wait. [SIGHS]
- [SENSOR BEEPS]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

You were saying?

SASHA: Nathan James, prepare
to receive data transfer

via Link .

Copy, Vulture Team. Monitoring for data.

Chief Rain, stand by to receive.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

That's my father's work
you're messing with!

[BREATHES SHARPLY]

I promise you, you will
not get away with this.

Who's gonna stop me? Hmm?

You gonna k*ll me,
like you k*lled Moose?

Like you k*lled Alex?

Oh, right, like I'm the barbarian.

Did you tell your friends how
you nearly b*at a man to death

with your bare hands, like an animal?

[SCOFFS]

That's right.

The poor guy was down, beaten,

and your hero here showed him no mercy.

He didn't tell you?

Ohh.

Got demons much?

I wonder what else lurks
in that black heart.

"Hercules."

Sending.

[ELECTRONIC CHIRPING]

AZIMA: Captain.

_

You were using us, the fighters.

Why? What were you after?

Science.

Science.

What, you didn't think

I pulled you off that
pathetic little island

just so we could
become friends, did you?

You were a guinea pig, a nobody.

And now my father is gonna
tear you limb from limb

for what you did to me...

and what you did to my sister.

[EXHALES SLOWLY]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, LAUGHTER]

♪

♪

[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- [BLADE SLICES]
- [GRUNTS]

[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- [g*nf*re]
- [WOMEN SCREAMING]

[g*nf*re AND SCREAMING CONTINUS]

Captain, we've got a problem.

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

♪

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

♪

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Oh, sh*t. That's Omar.

He's alive. How the hell is he alive?

Just isn't your day, is it, Giorgio?

[CLAMORING, g*nf*re]

Oh. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Nathan James, this is Vulture Team.

Target is b*rned. Omar and his
men have breached the premises.

Omar.

CHANDLER: Bogies don't
know we're in the house.

Won't be long till they find out.

Requesting immediate hot
extract at primary LZ, over.

Roger, Vulture Team.

[CLAMORING CONTINUES]

OMAR: What kind of party is this...

with no host?

♪

I know you can hear me, Giorgio!

And I know you can see.

So I'm going to show your friends

what kind of coward you are,

how you are willing to
sacrifice their lives

to protect your own,

because you are the sort of man

who will sh**t an ally in the back

and leave him to die.

Show yourself!

♪

Just as I thought.

Mm.

[SPEAKS GREEK] _

[SPEAKS GREEK] _

_

_

[MAN GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING CONTINUES]

♪

[CHOKING]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[SOBBING]

If the rest of you want to live,

you will point to where Giorgio is...

[SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[ALL SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE] _

Omar's men are coming.

We need to hurry with that upload.

- Hurrying as fast as I can.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Green, how long can
you hold off Omar's men?

Four, maybe five mikes.

He's making his way in here,

and then he's gonna cut
off all of our heads!

You should have paid Omar the $ mil

while you had the chance, Giorgio.

♪

♪

- SLATTERY: Mean anything to you?
- Ciphertext, sir.

Assuming we get the full upload,

asymmetric encryption like this
could take days to decipher.

Sir, I need as many
LAN and ADP support PCs

in Comms as possible.

Anything not tied to ship integrity.

Get her done.

Yes, sir.

♪

[MAN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Upload?
- %.

Engage at the door.

♪

[RAPID g*nshots]

♪

[SPEAKS ARABIC] _

[MAN SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Send it.

[g*nf*re]

[WOMEN SCREAM]

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

You're right, Giorgio.
You could have k*lled me.

But now I'm your only hope.

Give us the location
of your father's lab.

Don't, and I'll feed you to Omar.

Just FYI, Omar will skin you alive.

I've seen him do it.

Hey. Hey! I am an asset.

You have to protect me.

And by law, you can't
barter with a t*rror1st.

So ha! Hoist on your own petard.

- Can we shut him up?
- Shh!

[g*nf*re, MEN SHOUTING
IN FOREIGN LANGAUGE]

You think I'm an idiot?

You trying to play me
like you played my sister?

Well, guess what? You got played.

She never even liked you.
And your boy Fletcher?

He was happy to bring me those seeds.

There's nothing you can do... Uhh!

Say his name again.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Say his name again.

[GRUNTS] You gonna let her k*ll me, Cappy?

You need me to bust
this whole thing wide open.

Sasha, we need him alive.

For now.

Yeah, Sasha.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

Aah!

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

♪

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

Uhh!

[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

DANNY: Vulture Team, we're
pinned down, Captain!

We're gonna need all the
help that we can get!

Don't you move.

It's not for me. Huh?

It's for you to use against Omar.

- [GRUNTS]
- Stay put.

[HUFFS]

♪

Americans!

I only want Giorgio
and what is owed to me!

I have no quarrel with you!

Oh, we got quarrel with you!

We got mad quarrel with you, you son...

[g*nf*re RESUMES]

Done. Time to move.

Cobra Team, on me.
I got a surprise for Omar.

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

Vulture Team, there's too many of 'em.

- We're gonna need to turn and burn.
- Covering Burk and Green.

We cannot take primary to your location.

- Using alternate route.
- [SPEAKS ARABIC]

[g*nf*re CONTINUES]

♪

[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

♪

Let's go, go! We got coverage inside!

[g*nf*re]

Clear! Fall back!

♪

- Arm it.
- Got it.

How the hell are we getting out of here?

Is that Caligula?

It was a gift.

[WINDOW SHATTERS]

♪

[GRUNTS]

[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY] Coming out!

♪

[g*nf*re, SHOUTING CONTINUES]

Come and get it, Omar!

This here's a gift
from the Burk Brothers!

[PIN CLINKS]

[SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

♪

- [g*nshots]
- Aah!

Uhh!

Giorgio, no!

[MAN SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKS ARABIC] _

[expl*si*n]

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

This the data from the house?

Yeah.

I've got servers burning through

a million alphanumeric
combinations per second,

looking for a key.

Sounds nerdy.

It's not fast enough.

Mission went great, by
the way. Not a hitch.

Thanks for asking.

♪

Shoulder's great, by the way.

- Thanks for asking.
- [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

♪

[PAPER RUSTLES]

- [TYPING]
- [SLATTERY SIGHS]

Recce team's combed half the
island looking for Giorgio.

Nothing. Probably d*ed in the blast.

Sir, ledgers you saw in the mansion,

they're medical charts, basically.

A complete record of the
fighters' clinical data.

Diagnostics, progress notes,
problems, test results.

Vellek wasn't just
recording their vitals.

He was also keeping
tabs on his own metrics.

Aggression levels.

The fights weren't just
about entertainment.

Vellek was using them to find

the most aggressive men
he could get his hands on.

There you are. Hercules.
Aggression level nine.

I thought you got off the ship to relax.

That is me relaxed.

- [NOTEBOOK THUDS]
- Why's Vellek so interested in aggression?

Here.

- I've got something.
- [TURNS ON MONITORS]

A.D. ... the Roman
philosopher Seneca, a stoic,

wrote a letter to Luciluis
regarding, no doubt,

the notorious emperor Nero

around the time that guy went nuts.

In this letter, Seneca
called anger a short madness,

much like "a falling rock
that breaks itself to pieces

upon the very thing it crushes."

I disagree. It is not a short madness.

Aggression cannot be conquered.

Aggression cannot be beaten

neither by compassion, reason, or love.

Nero did not get better.
He did not get nice.

In fact, in his fury, he
ordered Seneca to k*ll himself.

Once you go over the cliff, man,

it is a straight sh*t down.

The rock of anger only
breaks once it breaks you.

[MEN CHEERING, SHOUTING]

This is Ares, God of w*r.

Aggression levels off the charts, man,

as you can see.

[PUNCHES LANDING]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

And here is Ares today.

On your feet, fighter man.

♪

Okay.

Enough.

Look at Ares now.

The picture of perfect inner peace.

Propensity of v*olence...
[SNAPS FINGERS]

snuffed out of him, you might say.

Okay, boys, come on in.

You see, I've injected
Ares and his palooka pals

with a concentrate

of an ingredient from
Dinostos Phosphate.

In its purified form, this
chemical short-circuits

the stress/aggression
positive feedback loop,

thus cutting off the
hypothalamic att*ck response.

Even the most pissed-off individual

is left with a sort
of pleasant pacifism.

I remember that pleasant pacifism.

It was awful.

Sir, what you drank was diluted Nostos.

It's why you were able to recover.

In all other areas, these
fighters are functioning men,

but their will to fight,
their need to fight,

their compulsion to
fight has been overridden

by a kind of docility

the world could use more of right now.

Since h*m* Sapien walked out of a cave,

the only reason for man's existence

is to perceive a suffering world,

to concive a goodness that will mend it.

Peace.

[VIDEO PAUSES]

This g*dd*mn hippie.

"The kind of docility the world
can use more of right now"?

I mean, it's like Vellek wants
to turn people into livestock.

Sheep. That's the word he used.

He's gonna be the shepherd.

What's all this gotta do with the seeds?

Control.

The seeds give Vellek control
over the world's food supply.

The drug is the w*apon
he'll use to protect himself

against any adversary who
tries to take him on... man.

They'll give up without a fight,

do whatever he says in order to get fed.

Jesus.

"Hence we will not say that
Greeks fight like heroes,

but that heroes fight like Greeks."

That was Winston Churchill, man. Wow.

I wonder what that old bulldog

would think of you right now, Demetrius,

You see, Churchill hated w*r.

I think he'd be proud to see
the fight in you retreating.

Something's wrong
with me. I can feel it.

Can you now?

Well, I've switched off

a single primal compulsion
in you, Demetrius.

An ugly one. I've freed you, man.

I must go home to my
people, Doctor. They need me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Admiral.
You're staying with me now.

You, sir, are proof of concept.

The inaugural man... h*m* Pacificus.

And judging by the result,
I'd say we're onto something.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Take off your medals.
You're no longer in charge.

Take 'em off. Take 'em off.

[MEDALS CLINK]

Stavros will be taking
your rank, your title,

and your nation.

It all belongs to him now and to me.

As Dante, an Italian, said
about Aristotle, a Greek,

I am "Il maestro dicolor che sanno."

♪

"The master...

of all who know."

What do you think about that, Demetrius?

I... I...

Down, Demetrius.

Sit down.

Finish your food.

[SIGHS]

You've been at this for hours.

You should eat while
there's still food to eat.

You can give my portion away.

There's no way Fletcher
knew what Vellek was up to,

or he wouldn't have done what he did.

What difference does it make?

He betrayed all of
us. We all trusted him.

No. He betrayed me.

And then I lost control

and nearly blew Giorgio's head off.

- But you didn't.
- Yeah, and what if I had?

What if I had k*lled him? Then what?

Should I walk off the ship like you did?

Until some other shitty thing
happens that drags me back?

Please, share some of
your hard-won wisdom.

[SIGHS DEEPLY]

I deserved that.

No. You didn't.

[SIGHS HEAVILY] I just...

I don't know what to believe in anymore.

This?

This is all that I have to hang on to.

But if we can find Vellek's lab,

we can get the rest of his research,

and I... and I'm sure of it...

we can still make the
crops we need before...

♪

Before I left,

you told me...

whatever's broken, we can fix it.

And you were right.

You were right then,
and you're right now.

♪

[BEEPING]

Ma'am? We got a key.

[BEEPING]

This is Vellek's entire operation.

Click on "Lab."

[TAPS BUTTON]

Open most recent.

- Oh, my God.
- Save that.

♪

You let Tom Chandler get
his hands on information

that would lead him directly to me!

- To me!
- Dad, please...

- Shut up!
- I almost d*ed.

Here I am, in the midst of
testing and perfecting

the perfect recipe of
recipes, the cure of cures,

only to be brought once
again to a screeching halt

by Giorgio Vellek,
the single problem that

with all the gifts endowed me
I cannot seem to solve.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

What am I to do?

[SYRINGE SLAMS]

What am I to do?

Dad, just leave him alone.

- [SIGHS]
- We need to focus.

The Americans are on
their way here right now.

All the data they stole is encrypted.

Chandler will break the code.

I need Christos.

- Dad...
- I want my boy! Where is my son?!

I'll go get him... Dad.

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[SLIDING DOOR CLOSES]

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[SYRINGE CLATTERS]

[GLASSES CLATTER]

[GLOVES SNAP]

I need some air.

[SLIDING DOOR CLOSES]

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[CHIRPING]

We were able to decrypt the
data from Giorgio's house.

The numbers from the mansion,

they show the location of the lab.

They're lat and longs, sirs.

But there's something else.

The numbers, they're all different,

so we assumed Vellek's people
changed the code each time.

But it wasn't the code that changed.

SLATTERY: If the code didn't change,

that means the location of the lab did.

Coordinates aren't on land.

No. Vellek's lab...

it's a ship.

[WAVES CRASHING]

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