01x14 - Ability

[bunniefuu]

Mr. Jones.

Mr. Kohl.

I have the appeal request

All prepared and ready to go.

It cause without saying that the
gerenal government not big fans of yours.

You did after all
steal state's secret.

I think that the best
we can hope for is life.

Hmm?

All I need is your signature.

Hey.

Mornin'.

Is your father about?

Right here.

Why don't you ask
him what he's doing?

I would rather not.

Listen,do you remember that
prisoner Jones I went to see...

- In Germany,right?
- He escaped.

Good for him. How?

Uh,nobody knows. It makes no sense.

The German authorities
came to see me last night.

How come when nobody knows
and it doesn't make sense,

They come to us?

Well,what we do know is that Jones

Was working with Mitchel Loeb.

I remember Loeb.

That's the guy who
stole my invention.

Yeah,I'm gonna go
and talk to him now.

But can you describe to
me again what you made?

What Loeb was stealing.

And why don't you tell
her the truth this time.

He kind of sugar-coated
it last time around.

You did? Why?

Is it something that could
have helped Jones escape?

It was a transportation device.

I called it Dizray.

Coined based on the premise

Disintegration,reintegration.

Dis-re,Dizray.

Are you saying that you created...

A teleportation system,yeah.

Except for this one's meant
to travel through time.

How's that?

Assuming someone could solve
the considerable problems.

Coming through,arriving

Would require weeks of decompression

In a barometric tank.

And if you survived that,based
on what would happen next,

You'd likely wish you hadn't.

So you're saying
that Jones,in theory,

Could have zapped
himself out of prison.

Uh...

Yes.

Disintegration is reached.
Decompression is completed.

Welcome back,Sir

Cup of tea,please.

Of course.

Firstly,I'd like to thank you

For the work you've done
for bringing me here.

I understand there
have been sacrifices.

I am grateful to them

As I am to you.

Everything is in order then?

Yes,sir. The list is complete.

We've got a lab set
to your specifications.

And the sealant?

All parts.

Good.

Hey,you know,it's not
a library here,you know.

And I don't make loans.

Ah,75 cents,my friend.

'Cause it's old news now,

Given the old internet and all that.

You must be an old traditionalist

Like myself,right?

Hey,hey,hey,I like these.

You don't see the
two dollar very often.

Thanks!

I'll keep it.

Okay,so,Tommie... You were right.

Yeah,you see that? Grace Kelly?

She was good.

But Jimmy Stewart was better.

I'm creatin' cinephiles
one reader at a time.

Now,listen,I want you
to check out a movie

Called,uh,Charade.

- Ever seen it?
- Never heard of it.

Oh. Oh,god.

Oh!

Oh,uh...

There's something in my eyes.

You okay?

I...

Ohh...

Oh,god.

Tommie,you okay?

Oh,my eyes!

Oh,my god! Aah!

Oh,Tommie!

Tommie! Aah!

Someone!

Ohh!

Oh,Tommie!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Anything new?

We might be on something.

Uh,nothing local on Jones.

But,uh... we found
some financial records

For Salman Kohl,Jones's attorney.

The man found dead in Jones' cell?

He kept a slush fund
that he maintained

Under an assumed name.

Could be a mistress.

Or something less salacious.

More interesting.

Let me know if you
find something useful.

I know about David Robert Jones.

I know that you helped him escape.

And that you kidnapped
me on that same night.

You know where Jones is.

You're not someone I...
Really wanna work with.

Your transfer order.

To Wallens Ridge state prison.

You know what that
place is like,Mitchell.

You know what they're
gonna do to you,

What it's gonna be
like that first night?

The second?

Doesn't matter if
you find Jones or not.

He's just a part of the army.

What was written will come to pass.

And nothing you do can stop that.

Nothing.

Agent Dunham.

It's me. Get the bissagenous
in the Boston general

Name's Thomas Avery.

Runs a news stand downtown.

His only prior physical conditions

Were high cholesterol
and a weak bladder.

According to witnesses,

... the whole thing happened
in less than two minutes.

Ceramides.

They act as a signaling
molecule in skin.

They control how the cells
grow and differentiate.

Two thoughts come to mind.

The first,that this affliction...

... might have been
caused by a mutation,

... changing these lipids
to recognize and seal...

... any and all orifices.

Did they check his an*s and p*nis?

You think we could get the
answer to that question...

... without me in the room?

What was the other thought?

Sorry?

You said two thoughts came to mind.

Ah,yes.

The other was...

... coffee cake.

Tiny pebbles of cinnamon sugar.

Once again,my father.

You know what this is.

You think Jones?

Help me with this.

You talked to Loeb.

Did he give anything?

Maybe,but nothing that
relates to this,exactly.

Well,I'm not convinced
this is Jones' work.

And what interest would he
have in a newsstand operator?

That's what we're going to find out.

Peter...

You got a sec?

When I saw Loeb,he said something.

That Jones was only doing
what had been written.

Meaning what? Written where?

I didn't know,but...

... we've never known what
Jones' group ZTF stood for.

Maybe it's not the name
of their organization.

What if it's the name of their Bible?

Interesting.

So I called a contact at
the German authorities...

And asked him to search
any known document...

... with those initials.

Did he or she find anything?

Yes,he did.

Z.F.T. Z.F.T.

Scroll down.

Destruction by
advancement of technology.

It's a self-published
anonymous manuscript.

On their records
only because it was...

... recovered as evidence
in a police raid...

... in an unrelated case.

They sending it to us?

They would be if it
hadn't been destroyed...

... ten years ago.

So... I was hoping
that you might have...

... one of your...

... weird connections.

Weird connections?

They're always a little weird.

Well,you're always a little weird.

What do you think? Come on.

I think I got a weird connection.

Is he contagious?

If he were contagious,

We'd have several more
orificeless bodies by now.

Scalpel,please,and an empty IV bag.

Empty IV bag? What
exactly are we doing here?

The obvious.

Searching for evidence.

Any scientific clue to
reveal what caused this...

Hear no evil,speak no evil,

... see no evil malady.

The gas trapped within his body...

... may yield important information.

Worth the study.

Oh,dear God,that is putrid.

On a separate topic,do
you like coffee cake?

Hey,take a look at this.

I,uh,I know someone at the SEC

I had her send over a
list of every business

That Jones's lawyer has
incorporated for his clients...

... over the last three years.

Figure maybe one of more of them...

... are used to funnel
cash to the Z.F.T.

This is all protected by
lawyer-client privilege.

How did you get her to break that?

We,uh... Dated in college.

And she dumped me,bad,

... so I told her she owed me one.

I... I narrowed down the
list to U.S. Addresses only.

Good work.

It's no first folio.

Some tanning,pretty
badly shelf-c*ck.

I can give you 40 for it.

Okay.

You don't wanna make that deal.

First edition,THE LAND OF LAUGHS?

No matter what condition it's in,

... it's worth at least twice that.

Ahem.

Thanks.

Have a great day.

Was that really necessary?

Ah,you know me,Markam.

Friend of the people.

What about me?

Aren't I people?

People who shower.

Huh. Who's this friend?

Olivia Dunham.

$5.00 I can name at least
one item on your night stand,

Olivia Dunham.

Don't tell me...

You're gonna like
this. I'm never wrong.

It's a gift.

Okay,Toni Morrison
novel,something by Obama,

And/or the current
issue of Bon Appetit.

Uh,I'm reading advanced
forensic science...

... by Annemann.

I keep it next to my g*n.

I like this one.

This one's just a
friend,and we need a favor.

An anonymous,self-published
manuscript.

Uh,destruction by
advancement of technology.

Sounds sexy and very challenging.

Peter says you're good.

Well,he also says that
you're just a friend,so...

The book,Markam.

We need it.

Today,right?

Right.

Impress me.

Nothing interests me
less than impressing you.

Think I might have something.

Warehouse building in Austin,

leased to Jones' attorney.

Power was cut off for months,

two weeks ago was turned back on.

The day Jones escaped from prison.

Could be a safe house.

This is Broyles.

I need a search warrant authorized.

- Sir...
- Yeah,a warehouse...

Sir,this can't wait.

- What is it?
- There's a man downstairs

says his name is David Robert Jones.

Everybody down!

Don't move!

Jones!

Freeze!

I will speak only with
agent Olivia Dunham.

And he just turned himself in.

Two hours ago.

Said he's only speak to agent Dunham.

Hasn't said a word since...

Anything else?

Anything on how he
escaped from prison?

No information.

Just another question. A key.

What key?

It was found on him when
he turned himself in.

There are no markings on it.

Forensics is doing their thing.

He wanted us to find it.

He wants to talk to
me. Let me in there.

Jones doesn't get
to dictate the terms

of his captivity.

He wouldn't be a c*ptive if
it wasn't under his terms.

The only reason Jones is here
is because he wants to be.

Well,that may be the
case,but the United States

doesn't negotiate with t*rrorists.

That's exactly the kind of
arrogance he's expecting.

What did you say?

The man was clever
enough tostar trek himself

out of a maximum
security German prison.

Elude Interpol,arrive in Boston,

and get himself apprehended.

Simply because he liked the idea.

He's expecting us to
reject his request.

And your choice is what?

Give Jones what he wants

to demonstrate that we
can be anti-dogmatic?

I don't think that's
what you're saying,

is it,agent Dunham?

Since he arrived in town,an
innocent man was k*lled

in a shocking and gruesome way.

We don't know that was Jones.

It was Jones,and he has more planned.

And you know that how?

I don't know how to justify a hunch.

Sanford,I don't see any harm...

This isn't a gentleman's
club,Ms. Dunham.

Mr. Jones doesn't just get to choose

the pretty one.

You wanna get him to talk?

Join the raid on that
warehouse in Austin.

See what you find.

- How is that...
- Relevant?

Well,because right now,he's
just an escaped prisoner.

But if he's playing games,as you say,

I doubt he's here to help us.

So show me some hard evidence

that connects him to
that incident downtown.

Agent Dunham.

I got it... the ZFT book.

Stop it. Already?

Markam found some guy who
collects scientific ephemera.

He had a copy in his basement.

The thing was never published.

It was never even
proofed,but check this out.

"the advances of science,"

"which are supposed to expand"

"our knowledge of the universe,"

"will,if not carefully controlled,"

"destroy the world as we know it."

So it's light reading?

Wait,it gets better.

"our technological hubris"

"has brought us not to
the brink of catastrophe,"

"but to the actuality of it."

"but what form will this
inevitable deconstruction"

"of reality take?"

"the answer,to use a
term generally understood"

"but the specifics of
which you cannot imagine"

"and which this document
will attempt to describe"

"is warfare."

Well,keep reading.

Will do. Where you headed?

We're going to raid a building

that we think may be a safe house.

Alpha team clear.

Bravo clear.

What is this?

It is me.

He was here.

I want everything bagged and tagged!

Move fast!

I'd like to ask you some questions.

Oh,I believe I made myself clear.

There is another I wish to speak to.

I'm afraid agent Dunham

is preoccupied.

So lucky you.

You get me.

Well,you don't look well.

Which is why I was hoping
to speak with agent Dunham

as soon as possible.

I prefer to avoid any additional,

unnecessary deaths.

When agent dunham comes to see me,

I'll require the following items.

A standard walkie-talkie
with removable crystals,

a metallic ballpoint pen,and
an eyeglass repair kit.

An analog wristwatch.

Your watch would do.

You sure you don't
need anything else?

Quite sure,yes.

Anything?

Nothing.

All right,let's lock
it up and get back.

What the hell?

I need a med kit! Now!

Quick,help me hold him.

He's suffocating.
I need to trach him.

Oh,come on,come on.

Okay,breathe.

Okay... he's breathing.

No,no,no,no,no!

Uhh! Ah,God.

Where are we?

We've got audio. Visual
coming up right now.

Yeah.

Move in closer on this.

I want to record every twitch.

Oh,finally a welcome face.

A colleague of mine just died.

He was 27 years old.

He was due to get married next month.

Yes,I tried to prevent that.

Your agent Harris
needed some convincing.

Here I am.

Have you brought the
items I requested?

This will only take a moment.

Pull in tighter on this,on the hands.

What the hell is he doing?

That's a $1,000 watch.

Whoa!

What's happening in there?

I don't know.

Now I've... managed
to get us some privacy.

It's just you and me now.

But we haven't much time.

You were responsible for
what happened to Thomas Avery.

Simply the stage setter.

An example that doesn't
need to be followed.

Well,that implies that you're
planning something else.

Something far worse,yes.

What is it?

First... I need your services.

What the hell do you want?

I need you to pass a test.

Get them out of there.

That device he's made

Is blocking our
surveillance equipment.

He can't hurt us,Sanford.

He's just trying to
show you who's in charge.

When I turned myself in,

There was a key in my
pocket,as I'm sure you're aware.

Take the key,which I
assume is in forensics.

Go to Salem,the amusement
park on Policy Street.

I've left something there for you.

You need medical attention.

All the assistance...

In this world... Could
not cure me,Ms. Dunham.

It seems...

That when one is dematerialized

On a molecular level
and then reassembled,

There are certain
unadvertised side effects.

But who knows?

Perhaps this task I have for you

Could lead to something
that might help me.

Tell me about the
attack you're planning.

I wouldn't call it that. I'd
call it an insurance policy.

I don't care what you call it.

Even as we speak,a white cargo van

Is transporting an expl*sive device

Capable of k*lling
several hundred people

In the manner of the newspaper-salesman
and your diseased FBI colleague.

When is it set to go off?

16 hours from now.

Before anything,you are
going to disable that...

No,you are.

But first,there's
the matter of the key.

That's enough. I want
you out of this room.

Don't worry,Ms. Dunham.

If I wanted to harm you,I would have.

Long ago.

Apologies about the watch.

Jones is planting a device somewhere

Capable of k*lling more
people in the same way

That guy from the news stand died.

He won't say where or when.

But we need every white van

Rented within the last 48 hours

Tracked down.

In the meantime,I
need two hours alone.

Why? Where are you going?

To get a massage.

I'll tell you when I get back.

Hey,it's me. Where are we at?

We know how the folks
are ending up faceless.

It's a powdered toxin. It's
absorbed through the skin.

It triggers a hyperactivity

In the protein responsible
for scar tissue.

You want any more detail than that?

Uh,not really.

Did you hear that
Jones turned himself in?

Yeah,I did. You get anything?

Yeah,that he's crazy.

And he's planning on using
that toxin again,and soon.

How's Walter coming
with the antidote?

He's working on it.

He says,and I quote,

"It'll be ready when it's
ready and not a moment before."

Great,anything more in the manuscript

That might suggest
what Jones' end game is?

Well,it reads like a happy combo

Between an anti-science manifesto

And a call to arms.

Call to arms against whom?

Exactly.

I'll call you back when
I get to the good part.

Yeah,please do.

Maybe it'll help us figure out

Where this next attack is gonna be.

- I'll be back as soon as I get the package Jones left me.
- OK.

- Was that Olivia?
- Yeah.

Where's the manuscript?

Is she bringing coffee cake?

No,she's not getting food.

Have you seen the manuscript
that I was reading earlier?

It's... fascinating,isn't it?

I was just reading it whilst
sitting on the crapper.

Please,no more information than that.

Can I have it back?

I must read you one excerpt.

Great,well,grab the blanket.

It's nap time.

We think we understand reality,

but our universe is only one of many.

The unknown truth is
that the way to travel

between them has
already been discovered

by beings much like us,

but whose history is
slightly ahead of our own.

The negative effects
of such visitation

will be irreversible both
to our world and to theirs.

It will begin with a series of unnatural
occurrences,difficult to notice at first...

but growing,not unlike a cancer,

until a simple fact

becomes undeniable.

Only one world will survive.

And it will either be us or them.

Miss Dunham,I know how this appears.

That I've sent you quite a distance

to pick up a child's board game.

But what I've hidden
here is not a game at all.

You're holding an evaluation system,

a series of tests
designed to cultivate

specific,innate skills present
in particular individuals.

Do the first test only.

Complete it successfully,and
come back to see me.

Do this,and no one else will die.

I got the instructions.

So Jones is threatening
to k*ll hundreds of people

unless I take a test.

No,unless you pass a test.

Fine. What is my passing a test have to
do with Jones k*lling innocent people?

In a word,insanity.

You can't pose rational questions

when you're dealing
with a guy like Jones.

Indeed.

And whatever Mr.
Jones' true goal may be,

we only have eight hours
left until his next attack.

Test one... of ten,by the way.

Turn switch on.

The recruit sits no more
than 24 inches from the device

but cannot touch the light board.

Recruit focuses on light board.

The object of the test
is to systematically

shut down the lights so that
ultimately none are flashing.

How?

Using all your magic powers,I guess.

Curious.

The instructions
refer to the recruit.

The author of the manuscript...
uses the same term.

Many warriors of the
inevitable confrontation

are among us now.

But before they can
be considered soldiers,

they must be regarded as recruits.

And the expectation must be

that they shall be unwilling.

So I'm supposed to just

turn these lights off
by looking at them.

Well,it wouldn't be much of a test

if we could just
take out the battery.

Fine.

Dunham.

We just got a hit.

Steady Car Rentals in New Haven

leased a white van
yesterday morning...

thought you gonna love
this,to one Olivia Dunham.

- No.
- Oh,yeah,he's messing with you,Liv.

Got local police scouring the area.

So far,no luck.

Thanks,Charlie.

This is just a stupid mind game.

Where are you going?

To end it.

I will not let him
use that device again.

If you're gonna meet with Jones,

I want full surveillance this time.

Sir,the last time you got your way,

we lost a good agent.

Do you really want to
get in the way again?

We have less than seven hours

before something truly
horrific will happen.

Something that I'm trying to stop.

For some reason,Jones
is out to get me.

So sir,would you please
let me handle this?

- I got your test kit.
- You didn't bring it?

No,I didn't need to,'cause this is...

Your reluctance is to be expected.

I know what you're doing,Mr. Jones.

I'm trying to get you
to pass test number one.

I know about the manuscript.

The manifesto,Z.F.T.

I know that you believe that
there's some kind of w*r coming.

You read it?

And that you're recruiting warriors.

That's the word you used,isn't it?

You don't believe you're worthy?

I believe that
everybody,maybe even you,

is entitled to their
own belief system.

But somehow,you got
me into your head.

Somehow.

Yes.

You're among those
treated with cortexiphan.

It's why we had you taken.
We needed confirmation.

Something which
requires a spinal tap.

The next step,had you not escaped,

was to convince you of this.

I have never been
treated with cortexiphan.

I haven't even heard of it.

You wouldn't have.

Well,I don't believe you,Mr. Jones.

What I believe is that you've
created some ridiculous scenario

where people's lives rely
on me attempting and failing

what is obviously an impossible task.

The task is hardly impossible!

I will not let these people die

because of some stupid
game that you're playing.

This is no game!

You need to cooperate,Mr. Jones.

No,Ms. Dunham!

It is you who needs to cooperate!

Mr. Jones?

Pulse is slowing down
to 50 beats per minute.

Get him up there.

Astrid,set up the EKG!

Is this the patient?

Walter,put the cow away,would you?

What is this place?

It's a freak show.

Thanks for your help.

Thank you.

What's happening?

You understand,this man
teleported through space.

His molecules disintegrating
and reintegrating.

The very implications of it...

We need a video camera.
We should record this.

Walter,this man is our only chance

To stop a device that could
k*ll a lot of innocent people.

I need you to stabilize him.

Of course. Okay.

Point taken.

I'll do a thorough exam.

Meanwhile,get me
50ccs of saline,please.

Hey,Astrid,do you mind?

Sure.

No,of course they did.

Why am I not surprised?

Thanks,Charlie.

Anything?

Yeah. That drug cortexiphan.

It's a drug patented but
not approved by the FDA.

Patented to whom?

Massive Dynamic.

Why am I not surprised?

That's what I just said.

Jones? Jones?

Walter's replenishing
his fluids right now.

But he's still gonna have
to give him a full exam

Before we even know if
we can wake him back up.

Look,I'm gonna go find out what I can

About cortexiphan,but
in the meantime,

He's actually expecting
me to be able to do it.

To do what?

Test number one. The flashing lights.

Jones won't cooperate
unless I pass the test.

You think we can trick him?

What are you asking me to do?

You want me to open up the light box?

You could see what you could do.

thank you so much for seeing
me at such short notice.

As I said,I am always
available to you,Olivia.

What can I do?

- I need information on a drug called cortexiphan.
- Let me check.

Is everything all right?

My hand,it's been acting up.

I need to have it looked at.

Oh,yes,I recall this.

Cortexiphan.

It was part of a clinical trial

Of a drug that dr.
Bell created in '81.

What is it? If you don't mind.

Dr. Bell theorized that
the human mind at birth

Is infinitely capable,

And that every force it encounters...

Social,physical,intellectual...

Is the beginning of the
process he referred to

As limitation,

A diminishing of that potential.

And cortexiphan?

It was meant to limit that limitation

To prevent the natural shrinking

Of that brain power.

- To prevent,not undo?
- Meaning...

That the drug was
administered to children?

Yes.

The drugs were
extensively animal tested.

They were harmless to the
children who received them.

Unfortunately,they
were also unsuccessful.

So dr. Bell abandoned his
research on cortexiphan

In 1983.

Were their trials?

Dr. Bell conducted the trials himself

At Ohio State
University,wooster campus.

Nowhere else?

No.

Why? If you don't mind me asking

Nothing.

That's good to know.

No matter what Jones believes,I
was never given that drug.

William Bell conducted
his trials in ohio.

In 1981,I was three,living
in Jacksonville,Florida.

My dad was stationed
at the naval base there.

That's good.

In other news,

Walter thinks he's gonna be
able to revive Jones soon.

And I was able to
reprogram the light box.

- We should be able to fake Jones out.
- I knew you can do it. See you soon.

If there's cardiac
arrest,we'll need nitroglycerin.

Peter,prepare...

Mr. Jones,we have two hours

Before your planned attack hits.

And I think I've
passed test number one.

Dr. Bishop...

Without your extraordinary work,

I wouldn't have the pleasure
of making your acquaintance.

I locked the teleporter
away for a reason.

One of which you
are now experiencing.

nevertheless...

It is an honor.

Jones,I pass the test...

You tell us everything we need

In order to stop whatever
it is you're planning.

That was always the deal.

Well done,Ms. Dunham.

Thank you.

Your turn.

Indeed.

923 church street.

The 47th floor.

You better hurry.

This is agent dunham.
I need immediate evac.

923 church street.

There's a device on the 47th floor.

Nicely done.

Good performance.

I need these streets cleared now!

Anyone within a four-block
radius has to move!

Go! Double-time!

Hey,where are we?

Building's about 70% clear.

We lucked out.

They're undergoing renovation,

So not all the floors are occupied.

So the device...

This one's a real mess.

b*mb squad said they can't
move it or diffuse it.

Why?

Because they've never seen
wiring like this before.

Oh,my god.

It's rigged here for a reason:

To blow out the windows.

Four blocks ain't gonna cut it.

Not even close.

I'm on it.

Contact the weather service.

We need to map the fallout
pattern,and get... up to speed.

Agent Farnsworth.

Hey,it's me.

That son of a b*tch
knew what we were doing.

What?

He knew that we were faking him out.

Is he still conscious?

Barely.

Put him on.

It's Olivia.

Hello,you.

I can't do this.

I remain confident that you can.

Look,you know what I did
before,it wasn't real.

Yes... I know,Ms. Dunham.

Before they can be
considered soldiers,

they must be regarded as recruits,

and the expectation must be
that they shall be unwilling.

Mr. Jones,I am willing. I
am willing,but I am not able.

Olivia,we gotta go.

There's only one way

to disable that device.

You know what that is.

Okay.

You think that I'm valuable.

Valuable enough to
kidnap,to try and train.

You are a rare commodity,true.

Okay...

if you don't deactivate
this device,I'm gonna die,

which means that your
rare commodity is gone.

But I have one thing,Ms. Dunham,

that you do not.

I have faith in you.

There is no red wire,no blue.

Only black.

Cut any one of them,and
the device blows.

Try and remove it,and
the device blows.

If those lights are flashing
when the timer reaches zero,

the device blows.

There is only one way out.

And it's you.

Okay,we need to get
these people out of here.

Whoa,whoa,whoa,whoa!

Where are you going?

Olivia,we gotta go.

What did Jones say?

Olivia...

I need to do this.
There is no other way.

If you stay here,you
are going to die.

I'm not doing this with you,Olivia.

You are out of your mind.

You did it.

What was that? How did you do that?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Farnsworth.

Yes,sir.

Thank you. We... we will.

Wait... Wait,wait,wait.

She did it,didn't she?

It seems she did.

My girl.

You okay?

I didn't do anything...

with those lights,they...
He planned it.

Jones,it was all just a mind game.

How did he plan it? Plan what?

They were programmed to turn
off when the countdown ended.

Maybe,but... He couldn't have known

when you were gonna arrive.

He couldn't have known
the timing on that.

Well,that's what he did.

Look,I'm the last person to
subscribe to this kind of stuff,

but you were in the zone
out there tonight,Olivia.

The way you stared
down that light box

was like nothing
I've ever seen before.

It wasn't me.

Fine,then,let me
play devil's advocate.

Why did Jones choose you at all?

Because of your father.

He wanted to meet your father.

He wanted to meet the man

who designed the device

that let him escape from prison.

And you think that's
what all this was about?

Okay... fine.

Look,all I know is
I didn't die tonight.

So I'm pretty much willing
to accept any explanation

you wanna give.

You wanna go get a drink? Or five?

I've seen you with a whisky bottle.

Jones was just transferred
to Boston general,so...

I have a few questions for him.

It's my last chance.

Yeah.

So in all the excitement of today,

I forgot to say something.

I haven't overlooked the fact

that you actually created
a teleportation machine.

Well...

I suppose I did.

Which,despite the fact
that using it kills you,

is... pretty damn cool.

Kills you?

It does something unthinkable,but...

it doesn't k*ll you.

Hello.

Agent Dunham? Nina Sharp.

Hand's back to normal.

Well,good for you.

I was curious about
that question you asked.

Whether there were other places

where cortexiphan was tested.

Yes?

There was,it turns out,

a second clinical trial.

Though much smaller
than the one in Ohio.

There was?

Yes,in Jacksonville,Florida.

At a military base.

Agent Dunham?

Thank you very much for calling.

You're most welcome.

Have a good night.