Helix (2014) s02e08 Episode Script

Everything that lives must one day fade away.
In its place, new roots take hold.
New life grows.
There may be some impure elements left behind.
Some still who remain hidden within the Abbey.
You want them killed.
Purified.
And what about the CDC? Purify them first.
But bring Dr.
Jordan to me.
Sarah.
Sarah, open up.
Sarah, please.
Sarah.
Sarah, open the door.
Look, what happened to you Just Sarah, don't shut me out.
Talk to me.
Please.
Open the door.
Sarah.
Get out of my way.
I need to go to the lab.
You're not seriously going back to work? What would you like me to do? Curl up in my bed and cry? - We have to get you off this island.
- I'm not going until I find my baby.
It's still alive, Alan.
I know it is.
Somehow, I don't know how, but I know that it's alive.
I've run every possible prenatal test known to man.
My baby is different.
- Okay? It just - Our baby.
Exactly.
So you should understand why I need to know one way or the other.
Day eight, St.
Germain Abbey.
Still haven't located the contact.
I'm on my own.
The plan is to make camp for the night, depart at 0600 hours.
Potential contact Caleb has been vetted.
He knows nothing.
This island is nothing but a grave.
What happened? Are they? Are they all? The thinning is completed.
It was a terrible day, but a necessary one.
The children are always the most difficult.
Tiny hands.
A pity they couldn't be spared.
I'm sorry you had to go through it alone.
That's not what you were saying yesterday.
I've had time to think.
About Anne and Agnes and all of my sisters.
Each of them had a role.
As I now have mine.
And what is that? To surpass them.
To not just be another portrait on that wall, but to outshine them all.
You You need a partner by your side.
Pillar of strength not a sheep to slaughter.
Honor me? Make me the first in the new line.
You remind me of Abigail.
Our first mother.
Then let me take her place by your side in your bed.
Since you've grown into womanhood I've so looked forward to our planting ritual.
Your mother was a fine and decent woman.
But you you have fire.
You're not to come in here.
What is this? Ugh.
Were you waiting until I was actually in labor? What do you think you're doing? Get your hands off me! Heh, heh.
I'm afraid there has been a change of plans.
There isn't going to be a planting ritual today.
Or ever.
It's different when it's murder.
I've dug graves in the most remote corners of the Earth.
But this I'm so sorry.
I never thought he'd go through with this.
He won't get away with it.
Oh course he will.
Who's going to stop him? I have associates coming to the island soon.
Oh, my God.
What happened? - What are you doing here? - Found him last night.
Anne too.
They were in some big pit.
You son of a bitch.
Hey! Hey! All right.
Hey! All right, knock it off.
That's enough.
All right.
Stop it.
Knock it off.
That's it.
That's enough.
What the hell is going on? Secure the exits.
I want this facility locked down.
- No one in or out without my orders.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You, with me.
- Yes, sir.
- Dr.
Farragut.
- Lieutenant Commander Winger.
CDC sent us for you.
- You're being evacuated.
- Why? Because this is no longer the only island under quarantine.
Pathogen is spreading.
- Is this all from the pathogen? - It wasn't the pathogen.
They were murdered.
A result of the island's cult leader cooling on his followers.
Just like Jim Jones.
We should just go Easy, boys.
Hold on.
Commander, how is it possible the pathogen has spread? - You said there were no other islands.
- Officially, there aren't.
Unofficially, a U.
S.
Military radar outpost is located 40 miles to the southwest.
They've lost 75 people.
More getting sick and dying every day.
Must be the bees.
Maybe they got caught in the jet stream and blown to the island.
Bees? It's not confirmed yet.
We think bees might be responsible for spreading the infection.
You have more experience than anyone.
That's why my orders are to get you to St.
Sebastien ASAP.
We can't just run off.
We haven't contained the pathogen here.
- My orders are very clear.
- I'm not leaving.
- Sarah, I'll handle this.
- Don't.
You two Sarah, maybe you should go with him.
Get off the island.
- Who the hell is this? - He's no one.
This is Dr.
Alan Farragut, one of the top infectious-disease specialists in the world.
How many Dr.
Farraguts are there? He's my brother.
Is he as much of a pain in the ass as you? Tell me, is the other Dr.
Farragut as good as Dr.
Jordan claims he is? Yeah.
Yeah, he is.
Great.
Then he's coming with us too.
- I don't work for the CDC.
- And I don't care.
- I'm not coming with you.
- You're coming.
On your own or bound and gagged.
Your choice.
What about the other survivors? Anne and her people? There are two Coast Guard cutters a day behind us.
They'll be rounding up any survivors.
It's a mandatory evacuation.
The island is being quarantined.
No.
You can't.
It's the only way to eliminate the pathogen.
St.
Germain has been our home for hundreds of years.
For most of us, the only home we've ever known.
- The dead deserve our respect.
- I agree.
You have 24 hours to give it to them.
- But - This isn't an argument.
It's my call.
I won't be responsible for another Narvik.
Dr.
Farragut, where do you think you're going? If you wanna bring my brother along, fine.
But right now I'm caring for these people.
And that's my call.
Anne, wait.
What are you doing, Peter? Don't abandon your friends for me.
Hey.
I went missing for three days and they didn't make much of an effort to find me.
Are you okay? I feel so lost.
Alone.
We kept out the outside world for so long.
But I always afraid this day would come.
I won't let them destroy your home.
Thank you, Peter.
Now I need to go pay respects to our dead.
Not alone, you don't.
My friends they may not care about giving those people a proper burial.
But I'm not like them.
How does it feel choosing another's path? You tell me.
You've been doing it for centuries.
I've always enjoyed my unique place in this world.
Take Agnes, for example.
Her death was swift and merciful.
I saved her from a long and painful decline.
Don't you talk about her.
- You don't have that right.
- Of course I do.
I made her, and I ended her, just as I'm going to end you.
That's a lot of big talk for a man facing the end of his path.
I'm going to enjoy not having to hear you chirping in my ear every day.
You say that, but what are you going to do? What are you going to do, girl?! You want to kill me? I've lived 500 years.
Death waits for me.
No matter what you do, I will live forever.
Good.
I'm counting on it.
Hey.
What happened to you last night? Are you okay? I, uh I don't really wanna talk about it.
Okay.
Just glad you're all in one piece.
Doesn't Doesn't really feel like that.
You'll feel better once we get off this island.
Can't imagine how things could get any more insane.
I can.
Oh, hey, I found this old ledger.
Some kind of genealogy record dating back to the 1600s.
Here's the weird part.
Look at the father's name.
He's listed as the father for every child over the last 400 years.
Has to be a mistake.
Michel Dubois.
It's Michael.
- Michael couldn't have fathered every kid.
- But what if he did? And what if it has something to do with the pathogen? Come on, things are intense enough without you screwing with my head.
- Look, Kyle, we really need to talk.
- About what? A 500-year-old-man? This is payback for all the Hot Zone stuff, right? How do you expect me to believe that you're? Immortal? It's okay.
You can say it.
I understand this is very difficult to grasp, but what could I gain by lying to you? That's what I'm trying to figure out.
Maybe you're sick.
Paranoid delusions are a symptom of the pathogen.
Preceded by jaundice and fungal nodules, neither of which I have.
Come on, this is crazy.
What about my foot injury? You stitched it up yourself, right? The spike tore through the sesamoid and took a good two inches of skin.
It took 18 hours to heal.
And my stab wound? You saw how much blood I lost.
I had a punctured lung, a lacerated liver.
So you got a hell of an immune system.
Still, that doesn't prove the other thing.
Tell me how.
What other reasonable explanation is there for this? No.
No.
There's no way it can be true.
Stop screwing around.
The honey's dangerous.
It is, isn't it? Highly infectious.
Crawling with mycotoxin.
Sarah, Jesus.
Don't Don't.
That's suicide.
Delicious.
Brother Harris.
He cared for the roses.
He knew to the day when they would bloom.
- You said this happened before? - Yes.
Most recently about a hundred years ago.
Then, as now, the fellowship failed.
It was Michael, wasn't it? Even back then? Yes.
But how did you know? I've known quite a few immortals, Anne.
How many? At the beginning, there were 500.
We thought he was a god.
Never aging, healing so quickly.
He told us he was the only one, and we never questioned it.
We trusted him.
But when Agnes saw Dr.
Jordan's eyes, she knew.
We were such fools.
You had no reason not to believe him.
But now I do.
And he's going to have to answer to me.
I've been wanting to tell you for a while.
Why? So my head could explode? You know, I didn't like lying to you.
Look, it was difficult for me to accept too, but it's who I am now.
So all the times I was worried sick about you It was It was very sweet.
Stop it.
Stop shooting.
- Stop it.
- Get out of the way, Dr.
Farragut.
Tell your men we're here to cure this pathogen, not murder its victims.
- What happened? - Came out of nowhere.
Must have been hiding inside the building.
I saw this man five days ago outside the gate.
That's not possible.
He chased me and Peter.
I put two bullets in him.
- You said they were dead.
- We thought they were.
You thought? - I want two men on the gates.
- Yes, ma'am.
We're getting the hell out of here.
No.
We can't leave.
We need to examine this Mycotic right away.
- My-What? - My No more stalling.
Finish packing and let's go.
No.
No, Sarah's right.
This pathogen kills in two days.
- This man's been alive for at least five.
- So? So if the Mycotics outside the wall are not dying, we need to figure out why.
This could be the break that leads us to the cure.
You really think you have something? We won't know until we can do an autopsy.
A quick autopsy.
We ship out at 1600.
So is this it, my dear? Hm? Is this your grand plan? - Most of it.
- Ah.
And do you think you've beaten me? You've imprisoned the king.
Congratulations.
That would make you the queen of nothing.
This coming from a man who just killed his children.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, I've killed a thousand of my children.
And I will create a thousand more and kill them all over again.
Children are simply wisps of dandelions.
Such bravado for a man who stayed hidden on an island his entire life.
Men have worshiped me, little girl.
I'm sorry.
I can't hear you from up here.
Oh, get on with it already.
Get on with it! Fill this pit with snakes or rats or whatever else you imagine might frighten me.
Mm, no.
Oh, well, what, then? You going to burn me? Drown me? Armies have tried to kill me and failed.
It's ready.
Is that my punishment finally arriving? It is.
A fitting end for a king, if I do say so myself.
What do you think you're doing? I'm creating a monument to you.
A shrine.
You think this is going to scare me? But you can't do this to me.
I'm your father.
And I'm a dandelion with teeth.
You can't do this to me! I will have centuries! - You know what to do.
- And you have mere seconds.
Three layers.
You will become dust.
And the dust will settle upon this island, and when I'm free, I will walk upon that dust! No matter what you do, you will wither away and die! I will live forever! And you will die! Urn, I'll meet you at autopsy.
There's something I need to do.
Be careful with that one.
She's dangerous.
Ahem, Amy.
I need to speak with Michael.
Where is he? Dr.
Jordan, I understand you and your friends will be leaving us soon.
It'll be a shame to see you go.
Turns out we're not leaving just yet.
So I need to see Michael.
I'm sorry.
Michael's no longer in charge here.
Then who is? You're kidding me, right? Given our recent tragedy, I'd expect more compassion.
Compassion? You people ripped my baby out of me.
I wasn't even aware you were pregnant.
- You've really kept your figure.
- Do you think this is a joke? Of course not.
No one here would ever hurt a baby.
I don't know what happened to you, but if you want my help, all you need to do is ask.
Dr.
Jordan.
Lieutenant Commander Winger requests you don't stray from the group.
Are you saying you can help me find my baby? Of course.
Michael's gone.
This fellowship won't run on fear anymore.
Dr.
Jordan, please.
I haven't seen Sarah in a while.
Any idea where she's gone off to? She wanted to have a word with Amy.
And you let her? I think Sarah can take care of herself.
What, with all the immortality stuff.
Oh.
- So you're up to speed on that, are you? - Seriously? I didn't believe it at first either.
But trust me, it's real.
Was she born that way? By who? No, made.
It's a long story.
But it all ties back to Ilaria.
Oh, come on.
You're not really gonna try and connect them to this too, are you? It's why I'm here.
It's why the world thinks I'm a criminal.
Ilaria is run by immortals, and I am trying to stop them.
Gentlemen, anything to report? We still have to run a tox panel to be certain, but this is promising.
The subject's teeth are discolored with a red substance.
He has traces of the same substance under his fingernails, in his hair.
So he doesn't brush after meals.
What are you telling me? Found this in his stomach.
Looks like tree sap.
Maybe Sangre de Grado.
- It's a medicinal resin.
- Whatever it is, he's been living off it.
- You think this gunk may lead to a cure? - It's a lead.
Right now it's the only lead we have.
And it's the reason we can't leave this island.
- Hey, wait a minute.
- I agreed to an autopsy, nothing more.
And our autopsy uncovered a potential treatment.
A treatment, not a cure.
The victims are still showing all the symptoms of mycosis.
We need to get out there and investigate.
- Find out what this is all about.
- Outside the walls? This island is littered with corpses.
I am not adding another name to that list.
You know what, Peter? You're right for once in your life.
This has nothing to do with me.
Dr.
Farragut.
You can shoot me, commander.
I'm done.
I don't know what kind of shit show you are used to running, but this is not how we do things.
- I'll talk to him.
- Sarah.
Peter, get out of my way.
If you leave this room, you are finished with my team.
Do you understand? It was never your team, Peter.
You were just keeping Alan's chair warm.
- Alan.
- This wasn't supposed to happen.
I wanted all of you as far away from this as possible.
All I wanted was to Was to stop Ilaria, to beat them at their own game.
I never meant to be involved with CDC.
I know you didn't.
But now you are involved.
- Not anymore.
I'm sorry, Sarah.
- Alan, this is why you're here.
You wanna stop Ilaria, you stop this pathogen.
You find a cure.
If this isn't part of Maria's plan, it will be as soon as they find out how deadly it is.
Peter won't go.
Kyle doesn't have experience.
I've never asked you for anything.
I'm asking you for this now so I can go and find our baby.
Amy knows something.
I need to stay here and find out what it is.
Please.
All right.
All right, I'll go.
I said, right.
A little to the right.
What is going on here? Mother.
Thanks for stopping by.
Do you think I should keep the rug? So many wonderful memories.
Where's Michael? Michael is no longer with us.
- He's found a new path.
- What did you do? What you never had the courage to do.
That means you and me, we are responsible for the Abbey now.
No, not you and me.
Just me.
Don't be ridiculous.
You're my daughter.
And you're my mother, who authorized our father's request to impregnate me.
You've lost your rights, along with Michael.
The Abbey is mine now.
I won't let you destroy our home, not after the destruction Michael has caused already.
Agnes is dead.
Michael is gone.
There's no one left to coddle you anymore.
Peter was right.
You had me sent to the oubliette, you child.
All this chaos, this death and destruction.
You cannot take what he has.
You cannot be what he has been.
I don't want to be him.
I want more.
There was a time when buildings stood for centuries as men were reduced to crawling on their knees.
But no longer.
Why did you release me? What is it you want from me? My name is Julia Walker.
I came looking for you once, Michael, 30 years ago.
I needed your help then.
Maybe you can help me now.
Thirty years.
When time has no meaning, thirty years can be a day or an eternity.
I'm looking for something special.
Something that was rumored to be on this island decades ago.
I'm looking for a child.
There's a new disease that's killing our kind.
We believe the only way to cure it is through immortal stem cells.
And we believe that child to be the key.
I remember.
You remember where it is? Every day in that pit, I was plagued by the knowledge of that child.
Reminded of the failure of my work with my own children my own life.
Can you tell me where it is? Tell you? No.
I can show you.
Check your ammo.
- What happened? Where's Sarah? - She had business to take care of.
I'm going in her place.
Where's Peter? Stormed away once we all took your side.
- Quite the soap opera, Dr.
Farragut.
- Wasn't my intention.
- You're wrong about this, we're screwed.
- I'm wrong about this, we're all screwed.
The child's out here? Yes.
There's a A cleft in the rock leading to a small cave.
I swear I swear it was here.
A lot can change in 30 years.
Ah! Unh! Very good.
Well, thank you, Ms.
Walker, for releasing me.
I'm a patient man, but even my patience has its limitations.
I wouldn't want any of your immortal friends knowing of my existence.
Better to be discreet, don't you think? Out of sight, out of mind.
Unh! I guess the sword works.
How are you feeling, Sarah? May I call you Sarah? You wanna help me? Okay, tell me what happened to me and my baby.
Nothing.
You call being drugged and forced to undergo an abortion nothing? Heh, heh, heh.
We didn't give you an abortion.
We simply induced labor.
You did what? I told you.
We'd never hurt a baby.
Would we, Landry? We would never hurt a baby.
You see? It's right there.
And I'd be happy to give it back to you.
You just have to give me something in return.
What? Immortality.