[D13 coughing]
Where's the quantum frame?
He asked you a question.
[Carly cocks pistol]
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.
How can you people not see the irony of that?
Y-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 murder.
What you do is opportunism,
like taking hosts just before they die is so fucking ethical?
Yeah, that's exactly what it is.
[Jenny scoffs] Guess what.
Everybody is going to die,
some sooner than others.
Where 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 gonna stop this pandemic,
and then we are gonna hunt down every member of the Faction in the 21st.
The Director is 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.
[Trevor coughs]
We should send out an SOS on the deep web
and let other travelers know what's going on.
They'll be monitoring our back channels.
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's 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?
Oh, 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]
[clicking continues]
[groans] 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?
[knock on door]
Who the hell is that?
[knock on door]
[high-pitched buzz]
Who are you?
I'm 4112.
What are you doing here?
I just received orders to provide backup at this location.
You can lower your gun.
Backup for what?
Damn, I was kind of hoping you could tell me.
I'm-- 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. It's fuel for the Director.
[Forbes] How the hell do you get it to the future?
We don't.
Make it in the 21st, put it away for the Director to find in a few hundred years.
We're right on schedule, so I don't know what we need backup for.
Yeah.
[silenced gunshots]
How much have you produced?
[stammers] 2.4 kilos.
Why-- why did you do that?
Show me where.
Thank you.
We're clear.
[door buzzes]
[distant door opens]
It's in there.
Take it all.
-[Jeffrey Jr. crying] -[Jeff coughing]
It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
[cell phone rings]
[Jeff] It's okay.
[cell phone rings]
[crying continues]
Ahh.
Hello?
Hey, Sarge.
Yeah, no, I'm sorry, my son is 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.
[Jeff coughing]
Yeah, that's it.
[woman] ...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 authorities -[coughs]
suggesting that everyone stay in their homes.
[handcuffs lock]
What did he do to me?
Just took some blood and tissue samples.
You're still intact.
You understand, don't you?
No. You used me.
Philip.
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 of those limitations, and we just...
do what needs to be done, and 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.
[Jenny] 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 a 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
and 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.
And the last days of it are not something I want to go through.
Well, now you're going to suffer.
Along with everyone else.
For every last minute.
[Jenny sighs]
They're keeping it pretty low profile.
[MacLaren] Think that's the idea.
Okay.
Watch our six and listen in on comm.
Copy that.
Who is it?
3468, on a Protocol Alpha mission.
[beeping]
3224. What's going on?
[Carly] We need to pull up a delivery. It's urgent.
[man] 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?
[man] 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] This guy picked the wrong traveler number.
3224 died six months ago.
These guys are all Faction.
Well, I wish I could tell you the whole plan,
but, you know, protocol two.
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. You new here?
No. I just don't want to see uranium fall into the wrong hands.
Well, neither do we.
Hands on your head.
[pistol clatters]
Door.
[beep]
[Trevor grunts]
Show 'em 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!
-Shit! -Feel better?
-No. -I do.
Come on.
This been tested?
[David] 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.
[Bob coughing]
Soup's delicious.
I tested it myself.
Make you strong to fight that bug that's going around.
[Bob coughs]
[D13 coughs]
I've got to get back to my team.
I've done all I can for Boyd.
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. -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.
-Well? -[Trevor] There's no uranium.
Just the Faction, waiting for us.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You were the one that sent us there.
Ohh, that is so insulting.
Yes, I did, because we absolutely need it, and time is short.
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.
There's a military base just north of here. NS Wallace.
You're thinking nuclear weapons?
That's nowhere near the box, Philip.
But that's ideal from a field 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 the Faction probably has too.
[Marcy] Well, doesn't sound like we have much of a choice.
[indistinct TV news broadcast]
I got you some groceries so you won't have to go out for the next few days.
Store was a madhouse.
[Kat] I heard there's looting going on.
Yeah, a few assholes.
How are you feeling?
I'm okay.
Hot. Headache.
Temperature's up near a hundred.
Let's cool you down.
The news said this was an epidemic. Is it really that bad?
Hopefully that's a... bit of an overreaction.
What is it?
I'm not sure yet. I'm 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,
-it can't be classified... -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.
Look.
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 have got to support the people who are trying to solve this.
And you gotta 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.
[chuckles]
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.
And 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?
Want me to go over a list of things that could go wrong with this plan?
No, thank you.
-It'll work, boss. -[Carly] We're good to go.
-All right then, let's gear up. -[Trevor] Road trip!
How is she?
[sighs] 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.
[men and women coughing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
Hey, Bob, I brought you some soup.
Bob? Bob?
Bob?
Oh, no.
[Jeffrey Jr. crying]
[voicemail beeps]
Hey, Carly, it's me.
I'm getting worried about you.
About Jeffrey. [coughs]
Listen, I'm sick as shit. Please, call me.
Let me know where you are, that you're okay.
[sighs] Your son says hi, too.
[Jeffrey Jr. crying]
[Jenny coughing]
[Jenny sighs] You're a hypocrite.
You're all high and mighty about sacrificing lives to save the future,
and then you treat me like a lab rat.
You did this to yourself.
[Jenny coughs]
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.
[coughs]
Well, you're not doing a very good job. I feel awful.
Where are you going?
To the bathroom.
[coughs]
-Hi, we're, uh-- -This is a designated exit, sir.
Oh, sorry, uh, w--
-What's he doing? -Just his job.
Everybody relax.
All of 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 shooting people.
[Carly] We are trapped in here. There's cameras everywhere.
Everybody calm the fuck down.
-The base is under quarantine, sir. -I'm aware of that.
I'm Special Agent Grant MacLaren. I'm with 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.
[urgent typing]
Carly.
All right, I see it here now, sir.
Great. Open the gate?
Just waiting for your passes to print, sir.
Building Four.
On your right.
Appreciate it.
[engine starts]
[coughing]
[knocking on door]
[Grace] What?
You all right?
No, I'm dying,
but I still need to go to the bathroom periodically.
[water flows]
You've been in there for a while. I was just concerned.
I'm fine!
[toilet flushes]
Did you see where she put the nanites?
They're in there.
[Jenny coughing]
[sizzling sound]
[soft cough]
Wait, what are you doing?
Shh. Shh.
Captain Garcia?
Special Agent MacLaven from the FBI.
That's MacLaren.
Your pass says "MacLaven."
[Garcia] Agent MacLaren knows his name, Miss 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?
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.
And it's spreading exponentially.
The Admiral's email said you'd be coming in with CDC personnel.
Is that supposed to be him?
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 shit, and so do half the people on my base.
I will personally make sure that the people of this base
are among the first to receive the antidote once it's ready.
[distant child crying]
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?
[chuckles]
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.
[distant child crying]
Maybe I should go home.
That's a good idea.
I should've swung that fucking axe.
Forbes would have shot you.
Thirty percent 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 TELL, 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.
[Carly coughs]
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.
I've only ever seen the shelters from the inside.
[Carly coughs]
[Jenny gasping]
What's wrong? What's wrong?
[gasping]
Aw, shit.
Marcy!
[Jenny gasping]
What happened?
She shouldn't be having respiratory issues at this stage.
[Grace] You didn't trust me. I had no choice.
What did 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.
[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 that the Faction was going to 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 dying?
I'm not dying, you are!
-[Kat coughing, groaning] -[man on TV] Over to you.
[woman] Concern continues to grow regarding the global virus
that has ballooned to epidemic proportions.
The World Health Organization has declared a state of emergency
as the infection continues to spread at a record rate.
Health authorities in London, Paris, and Rome
have begun seeing the death toll rise,
and fear we may be far from the end of the global pandemic...
[voicemail] You've reached Special Agent Grant MacLaren.
[news broadcast continues faintly]
[clicks]
[woman] Rioting and looting continue to run rampant
among fears of the virus that is plaguing nearly every nation on Earth.
Local authorities are struggling to maintain order
due to low numbers, as a result of their own members
falling ill from the disease.
[tap running]
Recovery itself continues to be an issue,
and while the death toll continues to rise,
fewer and fewer people are finding themselves
fully recovering from the deadly disease.
Officials continue to search for answers...
[MacLaren] Good luck.
[Philip coughing, groaning]
Set it down.
Want to take a break?
[coughs]
-No, I'm good. -Okay.
Come on.
Almost there.
[Carly groans]
Guns 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 beat 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 goddamn thing in the future.
Other than create the Faction.
The future we came from, you all died in the collapse of Shelter 41.
[laughs]
Why can't I wrap my head around that?
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, do you think we brought a nuclear warhead in here?
I thought you said that they were watching all of our communications.
There was a typo in my Admiral Donahue email that may have thrown them off,
when I wrote Mark 45 warhead instead of-- uh, what was that?
-Uh, Mark 46? -Oh-- oh, right.
'Cause the 45 was nuclear. That makes total sense.
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 US naval station.
Your friends walked away
with a conventional Mark 46 antisubmarine warhead.
-[beeps] -[MacLaren] Totally different.
[softly] Shit.
Carly, I think they're far enough away now.
-[beeps] -[charge fires]
[groaning]
Device is in place and activated!
Turn around.
Come on, Mac.
I'm unarmed.
You really think you can kill me in cold blood?
I really do.
[groaning]
[screaming]
[both screaming]
[grunting]
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 was 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 war.
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 TELL for all of them.
[cell phone buzzes]
[MacLaren] Kat?
Grant. I have been so worried. I've been trying to call you.
I'm sorry. But all the work we've been doing, it's paid off.
You're gonna be okay.
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'll-- 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 whirring]
Maybe sooner.
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 a very sick host body,
then you.
Ohh, just admit you hate me.
[television playing]
Kat.
Sweetheart, hey. Hey, wake up.
You're home.
Yeah, and I've got something for you.
[television shuts 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.
Here.
[soft groan]
Works really fast.
I'm gonna let you sleep.
No. Can you just lie with me for a bit?
Just for a minute.
I would like nothing more.
[Kat] Mm. Ah...
Jeff?
Jeffrey?
[Jeff] Carly?
[Jeffrey Jr. crying]
I know you were trying to call. I had to get this first.
It's a treatment for the virus.
What? Where did you get 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]
[soft coughing]
Give him to me. I know, I know.
I'm supposed to go to work as soon as you got home, but...
It's okay. Just rest a while first.
I know, baby, I know, I know.
-Yeah, I think I will. -I know.
[man] The cure was developed by scientists
at the Center for Disease Control and is now being mass-produced
and sent to health officials around the world.
[door opens, closes]
Marce.
Uh... did you hear that they cured this thing?
You're probably the one that came up with it.
Not this time.
Did you stay inside?
No.
No, I was helping 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 give 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 shit 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...
is more impressive.
All right, you're not sick.
Well, maybe you should give me the shot 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 wanted to make sure you were okay.
Wow. House call.
Well, I'll be back later, if that's all right.
Don't wait up.
Yeah, I probably will.
Thought you were going home.
Just came back to check on my patients.
How you guys feeling?
[Trevor groans]
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 you feelin'?
Hmm, like shit. 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...
[knock on door] .