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.
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.
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, god.
There's something in my eyes.
You okay?
I...
Oh, god.
Tommie, you okay?
Oh, my eyes!
Oh, my god! Aah!
Oh, Tommie!
Tommie! Aah!
Someone!
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 anus and penis?
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-cocked.
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 gun.
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 captive 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 terrorists.
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 killed
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 explosive device
Capable of killing 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 killing 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 kill 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 killing 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 war 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 kill 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.
Bomb 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 bitch 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.
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 kill 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.