"4400 were taken" "4400 were returned" "Each has a unique ability" "One among them has a message" "Anyone can become extraordinary" "The risk is great" "But so are the rewards" "And now there's no truning back the world will have to deal with us." "previously on the 4400... these shots are free." "give them to anyone who wants them, but be careful to explain the risks." "i couldn't save her." "there are no guarantees." "there never are." "cassie dunlevy." "maybe i'll see you around." "you ever go visit your cousin, shawn?" "is he getting any better?" "maybe someone should try injecting him with a big old dose of promicin." "it'd be like giving him a jump start, right?" "you know, ever since the 4400 came back, it's been one sacrifice after another." "it has to stop." "it worked, right?" "i-i'm not dead." "not this time, no." "next time, you might not be so fortunate." "they told you to kill me." "you didn't do it." "you ever think maybe that's why your girlfriend is gone?" "i know you've been looking for alana for three months." "you must have considered the possibility that she was abducted again." "i'm sorry, i... i didn't see you there." "excuse me, how did you get in here?" "okay, i don't understand-- okay, this is too weird." "i'm getting off." "excuse me." "i need to get out of here." "i need to get out of here." "no, please... no... please, no!" "no, i can't handle tight spaces!" "i can't breathe!" "i got to get out of here!" "get me out of here, please, i can't breathe!" "help me, i can't breathe!" "no, i can't breathe!" "i can't breathe!" "help me, please, i can't... i can't... leave me alone!" "he's... he's going to kill me!" "no!" "leave me alone!" "stop, please!" "leave me alone!" "oh, god!" "see if he's got a medical alert bracelet." "hey... hello, tom." "i heard about your sister." "i figured you might be showing up." "yeah." "ben and maia with you?" "no, they're in spain, which is where i'll be as soon as i figure out what happened to april." "you working any leads?" "no one's seen or spoken to her in months." "i don't even know if she's alive or dead." "just because she got her hands on a promicin shot doesn't mean she took it." "no, this is april we're talking about." "if she got the shot, she took it." "yeah, look, if there's anything i can do, anything you need, you just say the word." "actually, i was hoping you could tell me a little bit about your new boss." "meghan doyle?" "she's young, inexperienced, think-tank smart." "spends a lot of time in the theory room. why?" "i was thinking about asking for temporary reinstatement." "just hoping access to ntac's resources will speed up my search." "i'm not sure she'll go for the temporary assignment kind of thing." "then i guess i'll just have to tell her that i'm back for good." "so you're going to lie?" "this is my sister." "i'll do whatever it takes." "okay, i'm so sorry for dumping all this on you." "because i know you've got other things on your mind." "is there any news on alana?" "i have to admit that the resemblance is striking, and there's nothing about her in any of these art books?" "all i know is that from june to september, 1885, claude pierrot painted six portraits of a woman named alana." "who she was, what happened to her afterwards, is all a blank, but that... that's her, diana, that's alana." "and you think they sent her back into the past as some kind of punishment for you not killing isabelle?" "i think the future gave her to me and the future took her away." "i guess there's no way of ever finding out." "maybe there is." "i know how to contact the future." "i've done it before." "oh, no, please tell me you're not thinking of doing anything stupid." "oh, tom... i will always be grateful for you for getting maia back, but you attempted suicide." "the only reason they saved you last time was because they needed you." "now, that's not the case this time." "it's been three months, diana." "i don't know what else to do." "wherever alana is, whatever happened to her, she does not want you dead." "yeah. baldwin." "don't let them get me!" "please, they're going to kill me!" "what you're looking at is a highly elevated fear response." "in mr. kopelow's case, it's a fear of clowns." "but to have that kind of reaction, doesn't there need to be... you know, actual clowns?" "that's what makes these cases so unusual." "there's no external stimuli present." "how many cases are we talking about?" "eight in the last two hours, which is why i called you." "see, we all have things that we're afraid of, insects, heights, but we learn how to cope with them." "in these people, those coping mechanisms are turned off." "they've seen their worst fears come to life." "and you think a 4400 ability's behind this?" "someone or something is turning their preexisting fears into unmanageable phobias." "excuse me." "well, eight cases in two hours." "i'd say someone's been pretty busy, huh?" "for all we know, they're just getting started." "The 4400 Season 4 Ep2" "Capture:xxy¡¢lanmao¡¢QQ Sync:" "FRM@mywsz" "you think one of my employees drove those people crazy?" "look, all we know is that five of our eight victims had receipts from your branch's atm." "according to the transaction slips, they all used the machine some time between 7:12 and 7:28 this morning." "the bank isn't even open then." "that means no one on my staff is responsible, right?" "we're still going to need everyone to submit to a promicin test, just to be sure." "tom... look at this." "max kopelow." "yup, and look who's right behind him in line." "jacqui glendon." "our claustrophobia victim." "there's no audio, but looks like there's some kind of commotion just outside of camera range right there." "what do you think?" "we'll need a list of everyone who used that atm this morning." "i can get you that." "great." "hey, sleeping beauty." "hey... how does it feel to be awake?" "it feels pretty good." "you know they're kicking me out of here today." "you going home?" "that's fantastic." "it'll make those media hounds outside very happy." "i might disappoint them and sneak out the back." "i don't know." "i cannot believe how much catching up i have to do." "so much crazy stuff has happened last three month change is painful." "it comes with a cost." "you're quoting jordan collier now?" "you say that like it's a bad thing." "i didn't think he'd go through with it, hand out all the promicin?" "he knew what would happen." "he knew it would kill all of those people." "yeah, and i feel bad for those people, but i've seen promicin do some amazing things." "i guess i should be thanking you, huh?" "for what?" "come on, kyle." "i overheard the doctors talking." "they said that there was some kind of spike in my promicin level, and that's what woke me up, and it was you and my mom in the room when it happened, and i kind of doubt... that my mom could get her hands on a shot." "it had been three months, man." "the doctors weren't sure you were ever going to wake up." "somebody had to try something." "what about your dad?" "he's going to figure out it was you." "probably." "san sebastian is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and that view of the bay at night... it's pretty spectacular." "which is why if i dropped everything and moved there with my daughter and boyfriend, i might find it a little hard to give up." "well, it wasn't an easy decision." "no, but knowing the separation was only temporary must have made it easier." "i'm not really sure how long i'll be staying." "it could be quite some time." "at least until you find your sister." "look, diana, i know you've been trying to track april on your own, and that you've hit a brick wall, but you flash an ntac badge, it's amazing how fast those walls come down." "it's clear what you get out of this arrangement, but what's my win?" "me." "i'm your win." "temporary or not, you could use another experienced agent here." "that's pretty much what your former partner, tom, said." "smart guy." "you should listen to him." "let me ask you a question." "have you ever seen la dolce vita?" "dubbed or subtitled?" "do i look like i watch dubbed movies?" "do i?" "welcome back, agent skouris." "i'm being reinstated because i like foreign films?" "of course not, but it doesn't hurt your cause." "transferring me?" "where?" "it's a brand-new facility for people who've developed abilities that the government considers non-threatening." "they're... kept on the inhibitor, but otherwise, it's less like a prison and more like a... an internment camp?" "there's an exercise yard, a library that you can use, and, of course, you'll be allowed to interact with the other inmates." "sounds nice." "nicer than this place, anyway." "then we'll arrange for your transfer." "but first, we need you to sign this." "it's a consent form, giving us permission to test your tolerance for promicin." "you want to see if i can get my abilities back?" "we want to make absolutely sure that you can't." "the substance that your father injected you with negated your abilities, but before we can move you to another facility, we need to be positive that they're never coming back." "what if they do?" "what then?" "we're prepared to deal with that contingency as well." "this morning when you were in line at the atm, do you remember seeing this man?" "yeah, i wasn't really paying any attention." "i was on a business call." "does ntac cover your life insurance?" "did you notice anything unusual while you were there?" "anyone's behavior strike you as odd?" "there was this one guy." "i think he was complaining about the line." "how long it was taking." "what did he say exactly?" "he was yapping about the bank being too cheap to spring for another atm." "he's right about that, by the way." "what did he look like?" "20-something." "i think he was wearing kind of like a baseball cap." "he was just a regular guy." "when do you ever notice people at banks?" "unless they're robbing the place, right?" "hey, tom... we got a no-show." "thank you." "mr. kennedy!" "i'm agent garrity, ntac." "stop!" "okay... okay, stairs." "i made up your old room for you." "okay." "danny, why don't you take your brother upstairs while i make some lunch?" "how does a tuna melt sound?" "that's my favorite." "all right... come on, troy, talk to us." "why did you attack those people, huh?" "you got a problem with columbia fidelity bank, huh?" "or maybe you did it for a laugh." "you think screwing with people's heads is funny?" "is that it?" "no." "look, i admit i took promicin." "i lost my job, i couldn't pay off my credit cards, my girlfriend dumped me." "i... i was desperate." "i took the shot to make my life better." "better, better." "better how, huh?" "by driving a bunch of people crazy?" "they're at abendson psychiatric hospital, writhing around in strait-jackets." "it wasn't me, i swear." "my ability's harmless." "i play music." "i pick up any instrument, and i'm like a virtuoso." "really?" "well, i'll go home and get my clarinet." "guys... can you step out for a sec?" "i just got off the phone with the seattle p.d." "there's been another... i don't even know what to call them, phobia attack?" "yeah, pretty much says it." "anyway, a 911 call came in 10 minutes ago from an apartment over on lakemont." "seems the building manager has been screaming like a madman about how the place is covered in germs." "we've had kennedy in custody for hours." "then he's not our guy, which means whoever's doing this is still out there." "great." "all right." "when do you have to get the applications in?" "i've got another month or so, that's even if i apply." "what do you mean "if?"" "i thought that you were going to be the next clarence darrow." "yeah, i thought so, too, but now, with everything that's going on, the world's a different place." "you know, law school just seems so meaningless." "just because world's changed doesn't mean that you have to." "well, maybe i want to." "you know, it's like the world's made up of two different classes now." "you got people with abilities, who are capable of amazing things, people like you, and then you got the regular schmucks, who just have to deal with the fact they're a little less special than they could be." "you know... i've been thinking about it a lot, and... i want to take the promicin shot." "those shots are killing people." "i know all about the risks." "i think they're worth it." "they're not worth it, not when you have as much to live for as you do." "think about the odds, okay?" "there's a 50-50 chance that you would be committing suicide." "what are you really afraid of, shawn?" "me dying, or me getting an ability?" "because that would put us on equal footing, and we can't have that." "this isn't about you and me." "it's always about you and me!" "i mean, i thought you'd be excited about this." "i thought you'd be supportive, btu i guess i was wrong." "danny, please, listen-- no, shawn, i'm glad that you're back with us, i really am." "but i'm not asking for your permission." "i mean, the stuff is out there, and i'll get it, with or without your help" "i have to clean." "i haven't finished." "i haven't finished." "i've got to clean." "the germs are everywhere." "just stop-- don't touch me." "what happened to his hands?" "paramedics found him scrubbing them with a brillo pad." "well, i just checked his apartment." "according to his records, this guy, haugen, banks at washington prime and not columbia fidelity." "so this is a separate incident from the one at the bank." "or maybe he knows the victim in some other way." "well, let's canvass the building, talk to the tenants, see if we can find a link." "right." "can i help you?" "so is this about ray?" "i saw him being loaded into an ambulance." "did you see him before that?" "maybe earlier this morning?" "no, but my husband did." "our bathroom faucet's been leaking for a week, and ray still hasn't gotten around to fixing it." "what time do you expect your husband home?" "why?" "it's not like they had a fight or anything." "you know, when i was a kid, i used to play with trains, too." "just like-- don't worry, it's not your fault." "brandon's autistic." "he likes things in a certain order." "there we go. see?" "excuse me?" "is this your husband?" "yeah, that's ryan." "why?" "isn't he one of the guys from the atm line?" "i think we found our link." "you want me to talk to danny?" "you might be able to talk some sense into him, convince him that he'd be, you know, crazy to take that shot." "i can't do that, shawn." "if danny wants to take promicin, i say, give it to him." "kyle, this isn't just some guy on the street with nothing to lose." "this is my little brother." "that shot could kill him." "it didn't kill me." "you took promicin?" "kyle, you took promicin?" "three months ago." "my hand was shaking so bad, i could barely hold the syringe, but i survived." "i didn't get an ability, but... i survived." "since when do you care about getting an ability so much?" "it's not just about getting an ability, shawn." "it's about making a difference." "what collier's trying to do, change this world, man?" "that's important." "i wanted to be a part of that, and i bet danny feels the same way." "no, kyle, i don't think that danny cares about jordan or changing the world." "he's trying to prove something to himself, or to me." "it's a jealousy thing." "that may be true, but the reason doesn't matter, okay?" "if danny wants to take the shot, i don't think you or anyone else has a right to stop him." "i'm sorry, tom, but ryan powell tested negative for promicin." "i had no choice but to release him." "same with the atm customers and the bank employees, they all came back clean." "no, that can't be right." "powell's our only link between the bank victims and ray haugen." "you're telling me that's just a coincidence?" "i don't know what it is." "but ryan powell didn't take promicin, he doesn't have an ability, and he's not the guy we're looking for." "did you lose a filling or something?" "ah... my tooth... it just fell out." "jed, there's nothing in your hand." "hey, hey, hey... just calm down, calm down." "get somebody in here." "this is meghan doyle." "i need a medical team up here right away." "hey, jed, jed... hey, look at me, look at me." "i'm coming apart!" "it's okay..." "don't let me die!" "somebody, get in here!" "look at me, look at me... aren't you going to say hello?" "you headed some place in particular, or were you combing the city hoping to find me." "where have you been, huh?" "that art school you said you were going to?" "i went there." "they never even heard of you." "does it really matter where i go to school?" "the important thing is shawn's okay." "he is, isn't he?" "how'd you know the promicin would wake him up?" "who are you?" "come on, i think you know that." "what's that supposed to mean?" "huh, what's that supposed to mean?" "you said you wanted answers." "i'll take you to them." "are you coming or not?" "he looks fine to me." "oh, trust me, he's not." "well, i don't understand." "i mean, you've been together all day." "yeah, pretty much." "the bank, the apartment building." "we had contact with all the same people." "well, i mean, that's a bit odd, isn't it?" "that he would be affected and not you?" "it was that kid." "it was that kid, diana." "it has to be." "when we were at ryan powell's apartment, and i was interviewing the wife." "garrity spoke to the son." "he's autistic." "he started screaming at garrity and rocking back and forth." "that's when it happened." "it has to be." "jess, come on. come on." "come on, please!" "let's get out of here." "just throw some stuff together and let's go." "brandon, what do you say, buddy?" "you want to go on a little road trip?" "we're not going anywhere." "just tell me why ntac is after you." "it's not me they're after." "it's brandon." "why?" "brandon hasn't done anything wrong." "has he?" "i-i swear, i was only trying to help him." "okay, jess, just i... i did... something." "i couldn't tell you." "i'm sorry." "you did something?" "oh... you gave him one of those shots." "you gave him one of those shots?" "you bastard!" "what did you do to my son?" "you're too late." "they're gone." "where are they, mr. powell?" "i don't know where jess is taking him." "she didn't tell me." "we need to find your son before he hurts anyone else." "where are they?" "do you know what it's like to have a... a son who won't... hug you, or smile at you?" "won't even... won't even look you in the eye?" "clear." "is that why you gave him promicin?" "i thought if brandon got an ability, it would make him better, at least help him to communicate." "i-i don't even know what my own son is- is thinking, or feeling, you know?" "that's no way for a kid to live." "all he does is... play with that goddamn train." "mr. powell, we're going to need you to think." "where would your wife have taken brandon?" "look, i didn't mean for any of this to happen." "please... please, none of this is his fault." "he doesn't know." "he has no idea what he's doing." "if anybody's to blame, it's me." "so your wife... she didn't know you injected him?" "are you kidding me?" "50-50?" "she'd never agree to that." "but you were willing to take the risk." "i see other parents... with their own kids, and the warmth, and the joking around... i wanted some of that." "i... i wasn't trying to kill brandon." "she has to believe that." "i just... i just... i just wanted him to have the chance at a... at a normal life." "thank you for your cooperation, ms. tyler." "we'll be in contact shortly." "get me a copy of the lab report." "is that all?" "we're done?" "did i pass?" "hello!" "well, you wanted answers, kyle." "you'll find them in there." "are you coming with me?" "it's better if i don't." "what do you know about white light?" "not too much, actually." "my great-grandfather founded the group back in 1918." "even at its height, the membership never exceeded a few dozen people." "the whole thing only lasted a few years." "they all died." "burned to death in a fire." "what did these people believe?" "they believed that a messiah would return from the dead and lead the world to salvation." "not the proudest branch on my family tree." "but people are interested in this stuff, so i keep it around." "this was their scripture, and this was the messiah they were waiting for." "yeah, that looks like jordan collier." "you're not the first person to mention a resemblance." "i don't know, maybe." "feel free to..." "thumb through the book if you'd like." "a few of the chapters are too charred to read, and one of them is written in a... oh, i don't know, a-a code or something, but there's enough for you to get the gist." "that's great, thank you." "oh, brandon... please, not now, okay?" "um... are you hungry, honey?" "do you want a snack?" "no?" "okay." "uh, how about your train?" "you want your train?" "i got your train right here, sweetie, okay?" "do you see them?" "do you see them?" "are they gone?" "is what gone?" "the snakes!" "they're here somewhere, i know it." "don't let them get me, please!" "mrs. powell, just calm down." "everything will be okay, i promise." "did you see the direction your son was headed, mrs. powell?" "no, i must've blacked out." "when i opened my eyes, he was gone." "you have to find him." "please, you have to find him." "he's out there all alone." "he must be so scared!" "all right, mrs. powell." "if you were brandon, if you were your son, where would you go?" "hey, diana!" "hey, kid, shouldn't you be at home?" "hey... where are your parents, bud?" "do they know you're out here?" "hey... whoa, buddy." "take it easy." "take it easy!" "so, what did you think?" "pretty interesting reading, huh?" "that's why you brought me here, to read that book?" "a messiah who rises from the dead, who passes out a sacred elixir that changes the world?" "i know, that sounds just like jordan collier, and that healer who lays his hands upon the sick?" "i'm guessing that's supposed to be shawn." "and don't forget about the shaman, whose visions guide the messiah down the path to enlightenment." "want to take a stab at who that is?" "the shaman is you, kyle." "me... i know it might sound a little intimidating-- intimidating?" "try insane." "all right, you know, i admit that book got few things right, about jordan, about promicin, but the rest of it's kind of vague, and there's that whole chapter that's in code." "and what about the part that says, the messiah will show us the face of god?" ""and all will know his face," ""and he will smile down upon us" ""and walk among us, and the earth and heaven will be as one--"" "and collier's going to make that happen, huh?" "with your help." "it's a prophecy, kyle." "i don't believe that." "look, you helped me wake up my cousin." "for that, i am grateful, but this is over." "no, kyle, it's just beginning." "look, this cult, "white light?"" "it's still around, isn't it?" "and you're one of them." "you're trying to use jordan to start some kind of crazy religious revival?" "i won't be a part of that." "you already are-- i don't want to hear anymore." "just stay the hell away from me." "what changed your mind?" "nothing changed my mind." "i don't agree with taking promicin." "i think it's a mistake." "50-50, those are lousy odds." "but you were right about one thing, it's your decision, and i don't want you getting arrested trying to find the stuff yourself." "they're throwing people in jail, danny, no trial." "i don't get it." "you were with collier from the beginning." "he put this out there." "i mean, if you don't agree with it, where does that leave you and him?" "i wish jordan had buried that stuff somewhere." "these abilities cause as many problems as they solve." "just do me a favor, okay, and just hold off for a while." "maybe if you read the paper for the next few weeks, law school won't seem so bad." "yeah, okay." "i can do that." "please, don't look at me!" "i don't like people looking at me!" "okay, i'm going to call this in." "don't worry, sir, we're going to get you help." "are there going to be people there?" "i don't like people seeing me." "at least brandon's giving us a trail to follow." "i hate that we have to sedate him, but i don't know how else to get him back into ntac." "i'm starting to remember why i gave this job up at the first place." "diana, i wish there was another way, but his ability's too much of a threat." "if only jordan collier wasn't the most wanted man in the world." "he could take his ability away, couldn't he?" "we can't cure him of his ability, but maybe there's a way we can help him control it." "it's okay, brandon." "everything's going to be okay." "can we just do this, please?" "he's been given the inhibitor, so, hopefully, there won't be any kind of danger, but there's still some risk involved." "so if you want to back out, we'd understand." "it's not that, it's just... i haven't healed anyone in months, and autism is developmental." "i haven't had a lot of success with that in the past." "but you will try?" "yeah." "shawn... is-is that it?" "did it work?" "brandon?" "brandon, look at me." "da... da... da... dad." "that's right." "i'm your dad." "that... that was incredible." "i forgot how much i liked this." "look at you." "i can give you a few minutes, mr. powell, but then i'm afraid you're going to have to come with us." "my son has been... in a prison his entire life." "i'm happy to trade places with him." "your test results came back." "whatever you were given to take away your abilities, it induced a permanent allergy to promicin." "if you were to take the shot, it would be fatal." "you will never get your abilities back, miss tyler." "does that mean i'm getting out of here?" "the ?" "will take in two weeks" "this how you spend your saturdays?" "most nights, too." "i thought you might want to hear some good news." "dr. clayton says the people brandon affected, they're beginning to show signs of improvement." "you think putting him on the inhibitor had something to do with it?" "as soon as we muted his ability, their symptoms began to dissipate, which means garrity should be back in rotation soon." "unless you'd prefer to stick with skouris." "look, nothing against jed, but if diana's going to be around, she's my partner." "okay." "so what happens to brandon now?" "well, as long as his mother brings him in for weekly injections of the inhibitor, he should be able to live a fairly normal life-- more normal than he has up to now anyway." "hmm... that was an amazing thing your nephew did." "yeah, these abilities people get, they come in handy sometimes." "it's worth remembering." "so is it really her?" "alana?" "i keep trying to convince myself it's not, but, yeah, it's her, and all i can think about is how do i get her back." "maybe all you can do is... let her go." "i really need to take this." "yeah." "dr. sawyer?" "the news isn't good." "your father's had a relapse." "pneumonia?" "his breathing's been severely compromised." "he's beaten this before." "i know, but i think it's time we start preparing ourselves for the inevitable." "i'm sorry." "how did you get in here?" "it was easy." "where you go, i go." "you're stalking me now, is that it?" "come on, kyle, think." "i don't go to the art institute." "there's no record of me anywhere." "i show up wherever i want to." "what does that tell you?" "hey, kyle... you up for some dinner?" "hey... i don't feel like eating alone tonight." "dad, i want you to meet cassie." "okay." "who's cassie?" "is she someone you met at work?" "?" "?" "!" "!"