02x06 - U235

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Travelers.

[PHILIP]: We got a mission

to save people who were
gonna die from the flu.

The Director's antiviral didn't work.

That's impossible.

We're all infected, aren't we?

I want to go over the antiviral
data one more time.

Maybe we made a mistake.

I remember this,

but I don't remember writing it down.

[MARCY]: How do you not remember?

What did you make me do?

The Director would never
order that mission.

Who said the mission
came from the Director?

So Forbes,
all those people with the FBI...

...Are all Faction?

You're murdering over two billion people.

The mission comes first.

[COUGHING]

Where's the quantum frame?

[CARLY]: He asked you a question.

Pfft.

Do it. It's what I want anyway.

You've been doing what we want
for months,

why stop now?

How many members of the Faction are here?

It could be anybody we meet.

And there could be thousands
more in the quantum frame.

That's why the Director
wanted us to destroy it.

[JENNY]: The Director ordered
you to build the thing.

I mean, how can you people
not see the irony of that?

You just follow it blindly,
no matter what.

That's the difference between us.

No. The Faction abducts innocent people

and overwrites them.

That's the difference between us.

What you do is m*rder.

What you do is opportunism,

like taking hosts just before they die

is so ethical?

Yeah. That's exactly what it is.

Hey, guess what?

Everybody is going to die.

Some sooner than others.

When we're from,

everybody in the 21st is long gone,

and for what they did to this planet,

good riddance.

Here's what's gonna happen, Jenny.

We're going to stop this pandemic,

and then we are gonna hunt down

every member of the Faction in the 21st.

The Director's shut down in the future,

and most of your team will be dead

in less than two weeks,

so good luck.

[♪♪]

If you're done questioning her,

I'd like to take a few tissue samples,

run some tests.

Please. Whatever you need to do.

[COUGHING]

We should send out
an S.O.S. on the deep web

and let other Travelers
know what's going on.

[CARLY]: They'll be
monitoring our backchannels.

If the Faction's overwritten
every single federal agent

that was in that room
with the quantum frame,

I don't have those assets to use either.

Okay, this is not that complicated.

[TREVOR SCOFFS]

I'm saying

the Director can fix this.

We need to fix the Director.

The Director exists in the future.

And its reactor is already shut down.

Those are big problems, Grace.

The plan's already in place.

When it became apparent
that the grand plan

would take longer than
our initial projections,

the Director sent a team

to refine uranium as fuel
to extend its operational life.

A few kilos would be enough.

All we have to do

is take the fuel to the location

where the Director
will eventually be built,

and it'll be there when the time comes.

Without the Faction knowing.

How the hell are we gonna do that?

Whoa! They outsmarted us!

Whoop-dee-doo! Get over it!

They can't outsmart the Director.

Even if we can just get it
back online for a few seconds,

that's all the time
it'll need to take back control.

And you know where this uranium is?

Pull up a map.

[♪♪]

[GEIGER COUNTER CLICKING]

[♪♪]

[WEARILY]: Oh!

It's hot in there.

Ever think you'd hear yourself
complain about the heat?

[CHUCKLES] No.

Radiation, maybe.

You really want to lose another game?

[THUMPING ON DOOR]

Who the hell is that?

[THUMPING ON DOOR]

[LOCK BUZZING OPEN]

Who are you?

I'm 4112.

What're you doing here?

I just received orders

to provide backup at this location.

You can lower your g*n.

Backup for what?

Damn. I was kind of
hoping you could tell me.

I'm sorry, guys,

squeaky little kid took me by surprise

when she first started talking.

I missed the whole first part.

Yeah, messengers are weird.

Yeah, she said something
about uranium, maybe?

Yeah, you heard right.

We're refining it.

Fuel for the Director.

So how the hell

do you guys get it to the future?

We don't.

Yeah, we make it here in the 21st,

then we put it away for the Director

to find it in a few hundred years.

Yeah, we're right on schedule,

so I don't know what we need backup for.

Yeah?

[f*ring]

How much have you produced?

[STAMMERING]: 2.4 kilos.

Why... Why did you do that?

Show me where.

Thank you.

[FIRES TWICE]

We're clear.

[DOOR THUDS OPEN]

It's in there.

Take it all.

[JEFFREY CRYING]

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Shh...

[PHONE RINGING]

It's okay.

[CRYING]

Hello?

Hey, Sarge.

[CRYING]

Yeah, no, I'm sorry, my son's sick,

and I had to, uh...

Yeah, no, no, I understand.

Yeah, I'll come down as soon
as his mom gets home.

Okay. Thanks, Sarge.

[COUGHING]

Yeah. That's it.

[FEMALE TV NEWS REPORTER]:
...yet to be named virus.

It has infected thousands
of people around the world,

with the highest infection rates

among the most vulnerable:

pregnant women, children, the elderly,

and those with lowered immune systems.

Many are turning to emergency rooms

in hopes of treatment,

but infection rates are on the rise,

with nearly every hospital bed
in the city now occupied.

The mayor is expected
to make a statement shortly,

however, the epidemic
has city and state authorities

suggesting that everyone
stay in their homes.

[♪♪]

What did he do to me?

We just took some blood
and tissue samples.

You're still intact.

You understand, don't you?

No.

You used me.

[CUFFS CLICKING]

Look, come on.

I was on a mission, just like you.

We want the same thing.

We just go about it a different way.

We forget about...

the protocols and the Director,
and all those limitations,

and we just do what needs to be done,

what's right.

Like Calloway and Aleksander.

That's very different

than murdering almost
a third of the population.

To save everyone else.

Not a bargain I can make.

Well, it's done.

There's no going back now.

We're not giving up just yet.

You should.

Your people won't be able to stop this,

and there's nothing an historian can do.

Just think about
the time you've got left.

Let's get out of here.

When I found you,

you had swallowed a bottle of pills.

Why?

Guilt?

I feel no guilt at all.

This is for the greater good,

and I can't believe you don't see that!

Then why the pills?

Because I was trying to end it

before the virus ran its course.

You feel sick now.

It's only gonna get worse.

This virus is designed

to keep the infected alive

as long as possible...

to help the spread,

make the authorities think

that it's not as serious as it really is.

So when people start to really die,

it's too late.

[VOICE BREAKING]: And the last days of it

are not something I want to go through.

Well, now you're gonna suffer...

Along with everyone else...

for every last minute.

[♪♪]

[GASPING]

[♪♪]

They're keeping a pretty low profile.

[MACLAREN]: I think that's the idea.

[BRAKE ENGAGES]

Okay.

Watch our six and listen in on com.

Copy that.

[♪♪]

[KNOCKING]

Who is it?

3468, on a Protocol Alpha mission.

[PANEL BEEPS, DOOR LOCK BUZZES OPEN]

3224. What's going on?

[CARLY ON COM]: We need
to pull up the delivery.

It's urgent.

[3224]: Is this a joke?

No.

The reactor won't need
more fuel for hundreds of years.

It's the here and now
we're worried about.

This "flu" that's going around

is about to become a pandemic.

And what's that got to do with us?

Let's talk inside, shall we?

[♪♪]

[DOOR THUDS ON COM]

[3224]: All we have
is in the lab down the hall.

But I still don't see

what refined uranium
has to do with a pandemic.

[TREVOR]: Boss, this guy picked

the wrong random Traveler number.

3224 d*ed six months ago.

These guys are all Faction.

Well, I wish I could
tell you the whole plan,

but, you know... protocol two.

[3224]: No.

I don't know.

I'm gonna need more.

Like what?

Something in writing?

The Director isn't good enough for you?

You could be pretending
to be somebody else.

I am pretending to be somebody else.

It's in the job description.
Are you new here?

No.

I just don't want to see uranium
fall into the wrong hands.

Well, neither do we.

[g*ns COCKING]

Hands on your head.

[♪♪]

[g*n HITS FLOOR]

Door.

[DOOR BUZZES OPEN]

Show him where it is.

Long gone. Have a look for yourself.

Trev?

Any of your team
showing any symptoms yet?

You look like you're in the early stages.

Where did you take it?

Even if I told you,
the others would know,

and they'd just move it to a safe place.

Some of them are on their way here now.

You're more than welcome to wait.

No sign of uranium in the lab.

sh*t!

Feel better?

No.

I do.

Come on.

[♪♪]

This been tested?

[CHUCKLES] Soup's safe, Bob.

I promise.

How'd you know my name?

Why does no one ever
recognize me with this thing on?

It's me.

David?

You shouldn't be here.

Well, where else would I be?

All my friends are here.

[COUGHING]

Soup's delicious. I tested it myself.

It'll make you strong

and fight that bug that's going around.

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING IN BACKGROUND]

[D13]: I've got to get back to my team.

I've done about all I can
for Boyd at this point.

I wanted to give you these.

They're not programmed
to affect the viral load,

but if she starts to go
into organ failure,

they might buy you some time.

[MARCY]: Thank you.

[PHILIP]: Aren't nanites
by directive only?

Well, with the Director down,

I figure the discretion falls on me.

Boyd's a good medic. We could use her.

We'll do what we can.

[D13]: Good luck.

I'd be willing to trade information

in exchange for those nanites.

I thought you wanted to die.

Not if the cure's right in front of me.

I'm not stupid.

You're the control. You get nothing.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Well?
- There was no uranium.

Just the Faction...

waiting for us.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You're the one that sent us there.

Aw, that is so insulting.

Yes, I did!

Because we absolutely need it
and time is short.

You need to find out
where it is and go get it.

They're a step ahead of us, at least.

We need another option.

There aren't any other options!

We need to get the Director back online.

The Faction has been
planning this for a long time.

So we gotta think outside the box.

[PHILIP]: There's a m*llitary base

just north of here.

N.S. Wallace.

You're thinking nuclear weapons?

That's nowhere near the box, Philip.

But that's ideal,
from a fuel perspective.

A few hundred years is nothing

compared to the half-life of plutonium.

It would be difficult.

Closer to impossible!

And if we've thought about it,
then Faction probably has too.

[MARCY]: Well...

doesn't sound like
we have much of a choice.

[MACLAREN]: I got you some groceries

so you don't have to go out
for the next few days.

The store was a madhouse.

I heard there's looting going on.

Yeah, a few assholes.

How're you feeling?

I'm okay.

Hot. Headache.

Temperature's up near 100.

Let's cool you down.

[TV NEWS PLAYS FAINTLY]

The news said this was an epidemic.

Is it really that bad?

Hopefully that's
a bit of an overreaction.

[TV]: Doctor, what can you
tell me about the virus?

What is it?

We're not sure yet.

They're working on it.

But you...

are sick, and you need to rest.

[MAN]: So much so,

that while many of the symptoms
match the common flu...

What do you know?

How sick am I?

[MACLAREN SIGHS]

Grant?

I don't know.

Okay, what do we do?

The safest place for you is right here.

"Safest"? Okay,
now you're starting to scare me.

Maybe we should go to the hospital.

Not where you want to be right now.

[SETS GLASS DOWN]

Look.

The next couple days,

it's gonna be hard for me to get home.

Couple of days?

I will try to...

What about you? You're gonna be exposed.

I've got to support

the people who are trying to solve this.

And you've got to take
your meds and rest,

and give your body...

and that baby

the fuel that they need.

Okay? That means fresh fruit,
not salted meat.

[SMOOCH]

Do you have to go so soon?

The sooner I go,

the sooner I come back.

I love you.

[♪♪]

So?

Took all night, but they're done.

Good work.

How's everybody holding up?

We can nap in the car.

When I left, you were afraid

the device wouldn't have enough range.

Yeah, we fixed that.

How does it know when to activate?

Well, the Director is programmed

to broadcast an emergency signal

if it's ever powered down.

Which should trigger the device

and activate it.

"Should"?

Do you want me to go over
a list of things

that could go wrong with this plan?

No, thank you.

It'll work, boss.

We're good to go.

All right, then let's gear up.

[TREVOR]: Road trip!

How is she?

Uh... [SIGHING]

Her viral load's holding steady,

but she's not getting any better.

The nanites will help, right?

Could help.

Could make things worse.

The Faction planned this well.

It's hard to know what contingencies

they've thought of.

Use Grace as you see fit,
but keep your eye on her.

And... take care.

You too.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[SCATTERED COUGHING]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Hey, Bob?

I brought you some soup.

Bob?

Bob?

Bob!

Oh no!

[♪♪]

[JEFFREY CRYING]

[MESSAGE BEEPS]

Hey, Carly, it's me.
I'm getting worried about you.

About Jeffrey...

[COUGHING]

Listen, I'm sick as sh*t. Please...

Call me, let me know where you are,

that you're okay.

[HOWLING]

Your son says "hi" too.

[BEEPS PHONE OFF]

[WAILING]

[♪♪]

[HYDRAULICS WHIRRING]

[JENNY COUGHING]

[WEARY GROAN]

You're a hypocrite.

You're all high and mighty

about sacrificing lives
to save the future,

and then treat me like a lab rat.

You did this to yourself.

[COUGHING]

This is a waste of resources.

I should be programming the nanites.

- Not yet.
- Why not?

Because I want to see

if the anti-serum will work first.

I'm close.

Boyd will be dead before you're done!

Well, she's my patient.

We both know,

in the time we come from,

medical nanites more or less replace you.

Okay, if you want to be helpful,

why don't you use your computer
and hack into the CDC

and find out what kind
of progress they've made.

The who?

Hack into them too, if you'd like.

Like either the Center
for Disease Control

or the World Health Organization
is gonna know how to deal

with a virus designed in the future?

Let's contact the 15th century
and hire an exorcist!

Would you just please stop talking?

[GRACE]: You little power-tripper.

I am trying to save your life!

[COUGHING DEEPLY]

Well, you're not doing a very good job.

I feel awful.

Where are you going?

To the bathroom.

[♪♪]

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[♪♪]

[GATE CREAKS]

Hi. We're, uh...

This is a designated exit, sir.

Oh.

Sorry. Uh...

W...

[HUSHED]: What's he doing?

Just his job.

Everybody relax.

All these guys could be Faction.

If it goes down,

I'll take the booth guard.

Easy! We're not gonna get our warhead

if we start sh**ting people.

[CARLY]: We're trapped in here,

and there's cameras everywhere.

Everybody, calm the hell down.

Base is under quarantine, sir.

I'm aware of that.

I'm Special Agent
Grant MacLaren from the FBI.

I've got a meeting with Captain Garcia

on urgent business.

All appointments have been canceled...

Vice Admiral Donahue
arranged the meeting,

so I assure you, the meeting
has not been canceled.

Check again.

[KEYS CLACKING]

[WHISPERS]: Carly.

[♪♪]

[BOOTH GUARD]: I see it here now, sir.

Great. And the gate?

Just waiting
for your passes to print, sir.

Building four.

On your right.

Appreciate it.

[♪♪]

[KNOCKING]

[GRACE, SNAPS]: What?

You all right?

No, I'm dying,

but I still need to go
to the bathroom periodically.

[RUNS FAUCET]

Well, you've been in there for a while.

I was just concerned.

- [TURNS OFF FAUCET]
- I'm fine!

[♪♪]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

[HUSHED]: Did you see
where she put the nanites?

In there.

[COUGHING]

[♪♪]

What're you doing?

Shh.

Shh-shh-shh-shh.

[♪♪]

[KNOCKING]

Captain Garcia?

Special Agent MacLaven from the FBI.

It's "MacLaren."

Your pass says "MacLaven".

[GARCIA]: Agent MacLaren
knows his name, Ms. Jackson.

Should I issue a new pass?

He won't be here that long. You can go.

That doesn't sound promising.

It is what it is.

I'm sure the Admiral relayed
the urgency of our request.

And your pass says MacLaven.
People make mistakes.

[TREVOR]: Our request isn't one of them.

How does that particular warhead

possibly help prevent a pandemic?

I'm not authorized to explain.

Shame. I'd pay good money to hear it.

While you're deciding
whether to help us or not,

a deadly virus is spreading worldwide.

You're being a little
melodramatic, aren't you?

The flu kills people every year.

It's far worse than what's been reported.

There are millions of
people infected already,

even if they haven't
presented symptoms yet.

And it's spreading exponentially.

The Admiral's email said

you'd be coming in with CDC personnel.

Is that supposed to be you?

They're specialists.

Uh-huh.

This is making less and less sense

the more I hear.

If you'd like to call
the Admiral, I'm sure...

Not necessary.

My orders were clear.

The warhead is being separated
from the torpedo as we speak,

for what good that could possibly do.

It's being loaded
directly into your vehicle.

I just don't like
ordnance leaving my base

without an explanation.

Trust me when I say

you're helping to save millions of lives.

I hope I'm one of them.

I feel like sh*t,

and so do half the people on my base.

I will personally make sure

that the people on this base

are among the first
to receive the antidote

once it's ready.

[♪♪]

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[SEVERAL PEOPLE COUGHING]

David.

You should go home.

Yeah, I'm just gonna sit for a bit.

You've done your fair share.

Government's getting serious.
There's looting going on.

Looting?

[INCREDULOUS CHUCKLE]

I saw a movie a few months back

where something like this happened.

It was very believable.

But I never bought the looting.

"Hey everyone's getting sick,

so let's...

let's break that window
and steal that TV."

I-I don't get that.

Me neither.

I mean, you get a pretty decent TV

for next to nothing nowadays,

compared to what I got mine for? God.

David.

The expensive part is the cable.

David...

Go home.

Yeah.

No, I-I'm waiting for Marcy to come by.

Maybe I should go home.

It's a good idea.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

I should've swung that friggin' a*.

Forbes would've sh*t you.

30% of the human population...

Including all of you.

[TREVOR]: Boss, you can't blame yourself

for not being able
to foresee the unthinkable.

That's why they call it "unthinkable".

Can't think it.

Still, I know how you feel.

I'm the one that provided
the Faction with the virus.

You were drugged.

Again.

Stop. It's done.

You know, I've been wondering about that.

Maybe the Director can undo this.

How?

The future can only send
a consciousness back

as far as
the most recent Traveler, right?

And Travelers are arriving all the time,

all over the world,

as part of the grand plan...

but the last one
had to have been months ago...

before the Director went down,

before all this happened.

The Faction might not be able
to send consciousness back

or establish a T.E.L.L.,

but messengers count.

It's still a transfer
of information from the future.

[COUGHING]

He's right.

Messengers cause
the same ripples in space-time

as Travelers.

[PHILIP]: And we know

the Faction has sent messengers recently.

They thought of everything.

Well, guys, on the bright side...

We're almost home.

Hard to believe
where we're walking right now

is under a kilometer of ice
in a few hundred years.

The domes get built right over there.

We've only ever seen the shelters

from the inside.

[♪♪]

[COUGHING]

[RAPID GASPING]

What's wrong?

[POINTEDLY]: What's wrong?

[GASPING, BREATH CATCHING]

Aw, sh*t. Marcy!

[GASPING PERSISTS]

[BREATH CATCHING]

[MARCY]: What happened?

She shouldn't be
having respiratory issues

at this stage.

You didn't trust me. I had no choice.

What'd you do?

[GRACE]: I instructed
the nanites to pull the virus

into red blood cells,
where it can't survive.

She should be getting better.

The Faction predicted
that countermeasure.

The virus blocks red blood cells' ability

to carry oxygen.

She's suffocating.

Turn them off!

Deactivating the nanites

will be like flushing them
down the drain!

Turn them off or she's gonna die.

Either way, they're useless now.

[GASPING CONTINUES]

[GASPING CEASING]

[GRACE]: There, she's better.

No, she's not better!

She's right back to where she started.

They've been ahead of us this whole time.

Did you not think the Faction
was gonna factor in nanites?

This is all because you didn't trust me!

Why should I?

You're alive because of me.

And perfectly healthy.

Am I?

When you reset me,

you left out some things.

What'd you leave out, Grace?

This is what you want to talk about

when we're all dying?

I'm not dying! You are.

[KAT COUGHING AS TV PLAYS FAINTLY]

[KAT GROANS]: Oh, god...

[TOILET FLUSHING]

[♪♪]

Oh...

[SIGHING]

You've reached
Special Agent Grant MacLaren...

[♪♪]

[CLICKS TV ON]

[NEWS PLAYING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪]

[COUGHING]

[STRAINED COUGHING]

Want to take a break?

[COUGHING]

[SHAKY, DEEP BREATH]

No, I'm good.

Okay. Come on.

Almost there.

[GRUNTING AND COUGHING]

[♪♪]

g*ns on the ground!

[♪♪]

Secure the warhead.

Where are you taking it?

[FORBES]: Somewhere
it can't power the Director.

Oh, come on.

Of course we knew
you'd try something like this

when you didn't get the uranium.

Don't b*at yourself up!

You're a good team, and we need numbers.

We should be working together.

I don't think so.

The Director had its chance.

Didn't change a g*dd*mn thing
in the future!

Other than create the Faction.

The future we came from,

you all d*ed in
the collapse of shelter 41.

[LAUGHS]

Why can't I wrap my head
around that sh*t?

Why am I not surprised?

All right.

Thanks for the plutonium.

We'll make sure to put it to good use.

Let's go!

[MACLAREN]: Plutonium?

What... You think we brought
a nuclear warhead in here?

I thought you said

that they were watching
all of our communications.

[PHILIP]: There was a typo

in my Admiral Donahue email that...

it may have thrown them off.

When I wrote "Mark 45
warhead" instead of, uh...

What was it? Mark 46?

- Oh! Oh, right.
- The 45 was nuclear.

That makes total sense.

[PHILIP]: Except the Mark 45 torpedo

was decommissioned in 1976.

On a Wednesday.

[MACLAREN]: Never in a million years

could we get a nuclear warhead
from a U.S. naval station.

Your friends just walked away

with a conventional Mark 46
antisubmarine warhead.

[CLICK]

[HUMS]

[MACLAREN, IN DISTANCE]:
Totally different.

Carly, I think they're
far enough away now.

[BEEP]

[expl*si*n ROARING]

[HEAVY g*nf*re EXCHANGES]

[♪♪]

Device is in place and activated.

[♪♪]

Turn around.

[QUIET CHUCKLE] Come on, Mac.

I'm unarmed.

You really think you can
k*ll me in cold blood?

I really do.

[♪♪]

_

[HIGH-PITCH RINGING RISES]

[RINGING IN FORBES' EARS]

[SCREAMING]: Aah!

[HIGH-PITCH RINGING PERSISTS]

[SCREAMING]

[CRYING IN AGONY]

[INTENSE GASP]

I'm Traveler 4991.

It worked.

The Director's

back up and running.

The cure has been sent to the 21st.

The encrypted beacon
on the device activated

Almost the moment power
to the Director was cut off.

It took some time
for us to find and recover it,

but we got to it without them knowing...

Even when we broke through,

the energy source was only capable

of powering the Director
for three seconds.

Enough time for the Director
to reroute the power to itself

through the network,

cut off the Faction's
access to the reactor,

design the cure...

to win the w*r.

How many Faction are still here?

It's impossible to know
how many were sent

into the quantum frame.

The Director won't have
a T.E.L.L. for all of them.

[QUIET CHUCKLE]

[PHONE BUZZES]

[MACLAREN]: Kat?

Grant.

I have been so worried.

I've been trying to call you.

I know, I'm sorry, but all the work

we've been doing, it's paid off.

You're gonna be okay.

- [PHONE LINE RINGING]
- [KAT]: I'm so sick.

.Don't say that if it's not real

No, I promise, we've had a breakthrough.

Watch the news.

I-I'll be... I'll be back with you

as fast as I can.

I'm worried about the baby.

I'll be back tomorrow at the latest.

[HELICOPTER ROTORS b*ating]

Maybe sooner.

[♪♪]

[SHAKEN BREATHING]

He didn't answer.

[♪♪]

♪ ♪

We did it.

That means we should be
able to wake you up soon.

[GRACE]: One, she can't hear you.

Two, I can't believe

you're giving her the cure first.

I'm standing right here!

Boyd is far more sick.

Am I at least next?

No. The newly arrived Traveler

in her very sick host body, then you.

Oh, just admit you hate me.

[TV PLAYING FAINTLY]

Kat?

Sweetheart, hey. Hey, wake up.

Ohh... you're home?

And I've got something for you.

[TURNS TV OFF]

Come on.

What is it?

No, I can't take any medicine,
in case it affects the baby.

I got this directly from the CDC.

I made sure to ask.

It's perfectly safe.

[INOCULATOR CLICKS]

It works really fast.

I'm going to let you sleep.

No. Can you just lie with me

for a bit?

Just for a minute.

I would like nothing more.

[♪♪]

Jeff?

Jeffrey? Jeffrey!

Carly?

[JEFFREY CRYING]

I know you were trying to call.

I had to get this first.

It's the treatment for the virus.

What? Where did you get it?

[JEFFREY CRYING]

It doesn't matter.

It'll cure you both.

I was so scared.

I didn't know what to do.

You didn't come home.

I didn't know what to do but hold him.

[CRYING]

Ohh...

[CRYING]

Give him to me. I know.

I'm supposed to go to work

soon as you got home, but...

- [CRYING]
- Okay. It's okay.

Just rest a while first, okay?

I know. I know, I know.

Yeah, I think I will.

I know.

[REPORTER]: The cure
was developed by scientists

at the Center for Disease Control,

and is now being mass produced

and sent to health officials
all around the world.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- It's being estimated that...

Marce!

...will be all but eradicated.

Did you hear that they cured this thing?

...death rate is expected
to drop significantly...

Ah, you're probably the one
that came up with it.

Not this time.

Did you stay inside?

No.

No, I was helping out
at one of the shelters.

David... you could have been exposed.

Yeah, I was.

The people I work with

are the first ones to be forgotten

when something like this happens.

You're not gonna give me that, are you?

Only if you're sick.

Speaking of sick...

This man I know just collapsed

while I was trying to get him soup.

Your pulse is good.

And while they were wheeling him out...

I felt like one of those minor characters

in a movie that does not end well.

And I thought to myself,

"Marcy's gonna give me sh*t
if I end up dying from this."

Because I can't help myself.

You mean from helping others?

Yeah, but isn't that what you do too?

Open your mouth.

Your way of doing things...

ith... ith more imprethive.

Right. Well, you're not sick.

Well, maybe you should
give me the sh*t anyway.

No symptoms.

If you were exposed,
it means you're immune,

so find your friend who collapsed,

and give this to him.

Okay?

Yeah.

What, you're leaving again?

I have other patients.

I just... I wanted to make sure

that you were okay.

Wow.

House call.

I'll be back later, if that's all right.

Don't wait up.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Yeah, I probably will.

I thought you were going home.

Just back to check on my patients.

How are you guys feeling?

[TREVOR, GRUNTS]: Oh...

Much better, thank you.

Good.

You'll be happy to know that

the CDC has set up treatment centers

to disseminate the antiviral en masse.

And Jenny...

that is, Jenny 3.0...

is coordinating deliveries.

[BOYD]: Marcy?

Oh, yeah.

She woke up a while ago.

Hey.

Hey.

How're you feeling?

Mm. Like sh*t.

But I'll live.

[GRACE]: I'll also live,
thanks for asking.

I still haven't heard

from the other two members of my team,

but I'm hoping...

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

[♪♪]