"Previously on The 4400:" "We're not sure what's just happened." "There appears to be something out there." "The light is gone, and, and thousands of people have just suddenly appeared." "Diana Skouris, Tom Baldwin." "You two will be one of the teams that's responsible for investigating what happened to the returnees." "We're letting them go." "We're letting them go?" "We don't have a legal right to hold them." "Shawn!" "Why disappear a little girl from the 1940s, hold her for 60 years, and then send her back with the ability to predict the future?" "What were they thinking?" ""They"?" "We don't even know if there is a "they."" "Whoever sent them back, you're saying they, they planned for these changes to take place?" "You're talking about some kind of ripple effect." "I wasn't pregnant when I was abducted, but I was when I got back." "You haven't told your counselor about this, have you?" "My foundation has an opening in the security department." "If you're interested, why don't you come by tomorrow and see me?" "I'll be there." "Despite nationwide protests, Homeland Security refuses to divulge the names or the whereabouts of the 4400 living here in the United States." "What you do isn't journalism." "You're getting in the way of my job, Barbara." "Well, what are you going to do, disappear me?" "About last night..." "The kiss?" "And other things." "We've kind of got a lot to talk about." "I was reviewing Kyle's EEG readout." "It seems last Thursday night, he had a momentary burst of increased brain activity." "Shawn, did you do something to him?" "Talk to me." "How long have I been in the dark?" "Kyle?" "So far, the test results have been inconclusive." "But there must be something we're missing." "People don't simply regain consciousness after three years in a coma for no reason." "Honestly, we don't care why this happened, right, Tom?" "We're just glad to have Kyle back." "You've been poking and prodding him for more than a week." "When can we take him home?" "I don't see why you can't do it now." "That's wonderful." "Well, there is something else." "Patients like Kyle often have difficulty adjusting to their awakenings." "They do best in environments as similar as possible to what those they were in before their comas." "In every detail." "The places, the people..." "Hey, come on." "Why are we here?" "We thought you'd be happier at home." "Then why take me here?" "Kyle, this is your home." "And this is your room, Kyle." "It's just the way you left it." "Okay." "Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa." "I got you." "This isn't my room." "And this isn't my house." "Kyle, Kyle." "Kyle?" "Wha-what are you looking for, buddy, huh?" "What are you looking for?" "Maybe we can help." "Kyle, Kyle, talk to us." "What is he doing?" "Whatever it is," "I say we just let him work it out." "But he doesn't recognize the house, or his room." "Linda, the doctor told us he'd be disoriented." "I'm glad you're moving back in." "I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can." "Oh, come on, Jordan, aren't you overreacting?" "No, I'm not, not at all." "Publishing the names and addresses of the 4400 - it, it's a crime, Barbara." "It's a violation of the, uh, privacy of over 4,400 people, and whoever did it should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law." "So, you're saying that warning people that they might be living next to a public menace is a crime?" "I don't think..." "We don't want any" "Shawn, it's your uncle." "Let me in." "Uncle Tommy." "Hey, Shawn." "Come to take the tour?" "Quite a procession out there." "Yup." "They started driving by the house the day my address and name showed up on the net." "And they haven't stopped since." "Yay for us." "Well, I know this is hard for you, Shawn." "I just..." "I just stopped by to say thank you." "You know, we took Kyle home yesterday, and, um, I'm grateful." "He's doing good, right?" "Yeah." "He's got a lot of work ahead of him, but... he's awake." "Aunt Linda-- does she know?" "About what I did, I mean?" "No, I figured you wouldn't want that." "Truth is, Uncle Tommy..." "I don't know what happened." "I put my hands on him, that's it." "He woke up." "He woke up, and I don't know why." "See, Shawn, this, this thing that you can do-- whatever it is, we need to learn more about it." "Well, how?" "How?" "What, I could go into quarantine again?" "They can study me some more?" "No, because I'm done with all that-- with the hypnosis and the dream journals and the counseling sessions." "I hear, I hear you." "But I can be an ally." "Maybe I can help you." "I don't think so, Uncle Tommy." "That was some movie." "Biggest screen I ever saw." "And the sound, and all those, uh, uh..." "Special effects." "Yes." "So, did you like it?" "Not really." "But it sure did look good." "Down!" "The genie is definitely out of the bottle" "Three different bombings in one day." "Yeah, each targeting the 4400s whose addresses were made public." "Wait a second." "Pipe bomb, tripwire trigger." "That's about as basic as you can get." "Amateur." "Diana, I just found part of the casing." "Mm-hmm." "It's beautiful." "Shawn's name is on that list." "I had my sister upgrade her security system, but..." "Yeah, I'm worried about Maia, too." "You ever think about bringing her back into quarantine until this blows over?" "Yeah, I've thought about it." "I've even talked it over with her." "She started crying." "She wants to stay with me, Tom." "I'm glad it's working out." "Who would have thought?" "How's Kyle adjusting to being back home?" "He's still pretty weak." "His memory's a mess, but he's out of that damn hospital." "What's his doctor think?" "He's stunned, just like us." "Look, it's a miracle." "I don't know any other way of putting it." "What about Shawn?" "What about him?" "Where was he... when Kyle woke up?" "I have no idea." "All three bombs so far were identical in design and composition." "Pipe casings, tripwire triggers." "I did a chemical analysis of the explosive." "It's homemade plastique basically boiled down from bleach." "You get the recipe on the Internet." "Just like the list of victims." "I'd like to get my hands on whoever leaked those names." "Come on, Tom." "Who do you think leaked them?" "Barbara Yates." "You're... damn right it was Yates." "It's just her style." "Cheap, inflammatory, and dangerously irresponsible." "I'll handle Yates." "Meanwhile, I want you two to back-trace hits on every website that published these bomb recipes." "We'll have the results soon." "So will I." "You own this entire complex?" "80 homes." "Once we have this place off the ground," "I'm planning developments in Chicago and in Los Angeles." "I intend to provide a safe haven for any 4400 in this country who needs one." "We're opening a little sooner than I had planned, but the bombings have made that necessary." "You do think big, don't you?" "I'm a businessman." "But I've been given a second chance to do something with my life besides make money." "Because right now, that's just not enough." "Or maybe I'm just having a mid-life crisis." "93 Tomberra Lane." "What do you think?" "Oh, they're beautiful." "They're all beautiful." "Well, it's yours." "You'll be our first official residents." "Oh, we can't afford a house right now." "Consider it a gift." "For the two of you, and your new baby." "It's a small world." "You did it, didn't you?" "Kyle waking up?" "That was you." "You fixed him, just like you fixed my hand." "Have you told Danny?" "No, and I don't want you to, either." "But maybe if he knew what you did, he'd... stop thinking of you as... monster?" "I've been doing some thinking..." "This thing between Danny and me... maybe it was a mistake." "I don't want to hear this." "It's not your fault." "I mean that." "Danny's sweet." "I like him, but... that's all." "Well, he more than likes you." "I know." "Dennis Ryland?" "Yeah." "How are you doing?" "I'm Warren Lytell." "I believe Home Sec in DC mentioned I was coming." "Oh, yeah, they warned me." "Right." "Well, they're never happy." "They seem to think your department needs to be a little more aggressive investigating the 4400." "I'm just here to see if I can't nudge things along." "The authority to review all 4400 case files, access to all meetings and briefing sessions, permission to ride with field agents at your discretion." "It's a pretty broad mandate." "Well, they're looking at five murders, three unsolved bombings," "Barbara Yates bashing us all over the airwaves." "It seems to them you could use a little bit of help." "I suppose it could look that way from a conference room in DC." "I gotta tell you, Dennis, it looks that way from everywhere except this glass tower of yours." "I have a thousand returnees within 75 miles of Seattle." "I've got about two dozen agents to ride herd on all of them." "You want to help me?" "Get me some more personnel." "You want to help me?" "Get DC off my back." "But you're not really here to help me, are you, Warren?" "No." "I'm here to clean up your mess." "The hell you are." "Where'd they recruit you from?" "FBI?" "NSA?" "It doesn't matter where I came from." "How long you been in public service?" "15, 16 years?" "And suddenly you got a shot at a command of your own." "Now you come and take it from me... if you can." "Kyle, what's going on?" "They're lies." "What do you mean?" "These pictures." "I don't belong in them." "These people." "I don't know them." "No, no, no, of course you do." "Look, wait, wait, wait." "Look, this is you at the zoo with Grandma Fran when you were eight." "Remember?" "And, and, uh, and this is your birthday party when you turned ten." "You remember George?" "He was my friend." "That's right." "That's right." "That's right." "And Freddy," "Freddy, you have to remember Freddy." "Freddy was over here all the time when you were little, remember?" "Bugs Bunny." "That's right." "Exactly, the kid was crazy about cartoons." "Don't, don't." "Don't touch me." "I'm sorry." "I-I'm trying to help." "It's not my memory." "You're my father." "I recognize you, but I don't know who you are." "It's like you're a stranger." "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle." "Kyle, look." "Just look at me." "Just look at me." "Just look at me." "I need..." "I need..." "Just look at me." "I need..." "I need help." "I want to help you." "I want to." "Why can't you help me?" "I'm trying." "I'm trying." "I'm trying." "Yeah the ripple effect." "What about it?" "Every time we stop by the Theory Room, you and Marco are always talking about how every case we work, there's a ripple effect." "Yeah, every case but the Friday Harbor murders." "But what if these bombings are that ripple?" "The thing we couldn't figure out about Knox is he went from killing prostitutes before his disappearance to killing just random women once he came back." "What if they weren't random?" "That's interesting." "Yeah, we should start looking into Knox's victims." "See if we can find out some kind of connection there." "I can't condone these bombings, but I do understand the fear that motivates them." "The easiest way to stop these acts of violence is to put the 4400 somewhere out of harm's way, someplace safe for them and for us." "Now, I know to some of you that may sound harsh, heartless even." "And I assure you I don't mean it to be." "Just as I assure you that there are those among the 4400 who would jump at the chance to find sanctuary..." "Truck's ready to go." "Won't be happy till we torch them all." "They can all burn in hell." "Hey, I was listening to that." "I'm sick of listening to it." "She's on our side, man." "That woman is a parasite, all right?" "She doesn't give a damn about us, or that our sister was murdered by one of those 4400 bastards, okay?" "Why don't you go unload the fertilizer, huh?" "And leave the air filter on." "These damn fumes are killing me." "Kyle?" "Kyle?" "Hey." "Mm." "Hey." "It's good to see you, man." "What are you doing... what are you doing sitting out here in the rain?" "What are you staring at?" "Listen, you're looking pretty good." "The way your folks talk," "I thought you'd be some kind of zombie." "They won't leave me alone." "Asking me questions, staring at me all the time." "They're just glad to have you back." "My mom did the exact same thing to me." "My parents had you come here, didn't they?" "To try to make me remember?" "No, Kyle." "Hey..." "I'm going inside." "I've got reading to do." "You've got reading to do?" "Kyle." "Come on, man, I just got here." "Look at you." "I could have bought a car in my day for the price of this suit." "How's it going?" "Ah, we got a lot of work to do." "Five families moved in today." "Seven more by the end of the week." "Got a half a mile of property line to shore up." "The fences are too short, overhanging trees along the perimeter." "Along the perimeter?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, as long as you're on the job" "I feel safe, and so does the baby." "Two happy residents." "That's a start." "It has been a crazy day." "No." "My assistant's out." "My phone sheet is, it's a mile long." "I never got to the end of it." "Anyway, I..." "Ms. Yates," "Dennis Ryland would like to speak with you." "Dennis." "What a pleasant surprise." "Well, this is a bit theatrical, don't you think?" "Read this." "What is it?" "It's a story." "A good one." "About the 4400?" "No, about a TV talking head that was involved in an automobile accident last year." "A hit and run, actually." "It was really ugly." "The pedestrian she hit died instantly." "It was a shame." "Just 40 years old, father of three." "No wonder she spent so much money covering it up." "So, you blackmailing me, Dennis?" "I shut up about the 4400 and this envelope goes away in a vault somewhere?" "Not good enough, Barbara." "What do you want me to do?" "It's too late for you to do anything." "I gave you a chance and you refused." "Steve Smizik from the DA's office wants to talk to you." "He's gonna charge you with vehicular manslaughter, among other things." "Look, face it." "Shutting me up is not gonna make the 4400 disappear from the headlines." "And eventually, they will cost you your job." "We'll see." "Good-bye, Barba." "Do you really think this is the wisest move to make under the circumstances, Mr. Collier?" "All these 4400s in the same place?" "You're a hell of a target." "There are always potential dangers, but that's why I hired the security team." "Mr. Tyler, I know you're trying to protect your family, but you have to realize that by staying here you could be putting yourself in serious danger." "Maybe." "But you know, I was born in 1922... in Missouri." "And my skin was as black then as it is now." "So I've had to worry about fire bombings and lynchings and beatings my entire life." "If there's anything I learned, it's this:" "eventually, a man's got to take a stand." "I'm making mine right here." "* To your old friend *" "* You don't want to know *" "* How do you then *" "* Come back *" "* To your new friend *" "* When you don't want to leave?" "*" "* Crazy times ahead *" "* Keeps me running every day... *" "The other side." "Maia." "How'd you do today?" "Miss Skouris, can we talk, please?" "Well, give us a sec, can you?" "I know I'm late again..." "Please just understand." "I'm afraid you can't bring Maia back to school anymore." "It's..." "We have to consider the safety of the other students." "Has Maia been a problem?" "No, not at all." "Maia's lovely." "But it's the bombings." "With Maia's name on that list, we can't risk having her here at school." "I'm sorry." "I understand." "I'm sorry, Maia." "We'll, we'll find someplace else." "I promise." "It'll be okay." "No, it's not okay." "It's wrong." "No, I mean..." "Someone's coming who'll make everything better." "We just have to wait a little longer." "Oh." "It got too warm." "Come on, let's look pretty." "Well, don't you want to look pretty?" "That's better." "Is that a blasting cap?" "It's a commercial detonator, which means it'll be a lot easier to trace than a bottle of bleach." "We need to send it to the lab." "We need serial numbers, lot numbers." "A purchaser would be nice." "What do you have on the victim?" "Uh..." "Mary Deneville, 27 years old." "The flower shop is her father's." "She disappeared in 1999, but picked up her life right where she left off." "Until today." "Are the 4400 that frightening to people?" "I mean, are we just too close, so we don't see it?" "Something like this isn't fear." "This is hate, pure and simple." "Baldwin." "Right now?" "What?" "We have to go in." "Nikki?" "Shawn." "There's something I need to tell you." "I know." "I saw you and Danny talking yesterday." "I just... want to make one thing clear." "Me breaking up with Danny has nothing to do with you." "Okay?" "Okay." "Did you ever feel like you just... wanted to get away from your life for awhile?" "I did that for three years." "I don't recommend it." "You know what I mean." "Yeah." "Find a quiet place where you can pretend that... things are simple, that nobody's angry at you, or hurt... or sad." "I know just the spot." "Come on, I'll take you." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Ok." "I've been studying your case files." "Now, you're the first investigative team that I've talked to, but it seems like you two are in the right place to begin." "Where do you want to start" "Orson Bailey, Oliver Knox?" "How about Maia Rutledge?" "Age eight, disappeared in '46." "Well, what about her?" "Well, it says in here that her foster parents returned her to quarantine, no reason given." "Then there's all these reports of her making predictions-- ones that come true." "Next thing you know, she's been removed from quarantine by one of our field agents." "I believe it goes on to say "for further study."" "But you haven't filed any other reports, though, have you?" "All of this was approved by Ryland." "I, uh, I don't see what the problem is." "Next case" " Shawn Farrell, age 17, disappeared in April of 2001." "It's a little thin, isn't it, Tom?" "Why don't you accuse us of whatever it is you're going to accuse us of and let us get back to work?" "You two are good field agents, but it was a mistake to allow two people with such obvious conflicts of interest to remain on the 4400 investigation." "This is not a conflict of interest." "It is a unique perspective." "It is a window into these people's lives." "You have a gang task force, you want people on it who know gangs." "Same thing here." "We know the 4400 better than any other agents in the country." "That's why we belong on these cases." "That's a nice spin." "Is this what Ryland thinks?" "Is that who you're after" " Ryland?" "You know what's ironic?" "The Northwest Division used to be a backwater." "It was given to Ryland like a pat on the back for a career of good service." "A nice quiet place where he could ride out his last few years before retirement." "But his free ride ended the night the 4400 showed up by that lake." "Now, there's going to be a change around here whether you like it or not." "You can either be part of it, or you can get swept aside." "Lily Moore is here to see you." "Send her in." "Lily." "What can I do for you?" "Um... yeah." "Chilean sea bass?" "Tenderloin medallions?" "Lobster sushi?" "Jordan, I-I just asked if I could use the common area for our support group meeting." "I didn't mean for you to... cater it like a black tie dinner." "Lily, people want to eat, whether they're wearing tuxedos or not." "It's going to be a really emotional night." "I mean, these people are like me." "Their family reunions didn't turn out as planned." "It's all paid for." "Did anyone ever tell you you're a bit of a control freak?" "Once or twice." "Or that the way you throw money at people might make them question what you want in return?" "That sounds awfully serious." "Lily, if I've done anything to make you uncomfortable..." "Oh, it's just, um... you go so far out of your way to make sure I'm taken care of." "You give me more than I've thought about asked for or needed" "You know I'm in love with Richard, right?" "Lily Moore, you are a blunt woman, and I find that attractive, which I know was not your intent." "Look, why would I try to break up you and Richard?" "One, I am smart enough to know I'd fail." "Two..." "I just could never do that." "Lily, thanks for coming by." "And I hope your support group enjoys the lobster." "Yeah, it's the William Wayne Construction Company." "That's who bought the blasting caps." "Okay, good." "Check their employee list with the names we found from the Knox case." "Yeah, I'm already onto it." "I'll call you back if I find your ripple." "Thanks." "How is he?" "You better see for yourself." "What are you doing, buddy?" "I'm looking." "For what?" "For me." "This is the spot?" "Yup." "Me and 4,399 of my closest friends popped out of a ball of light right about here." "It's so pretty." "I wonder why they sent you back here." "I mean, why not on the White House lawn, or... in the middle of Times Square?" "I don't know." "Maybe they just appreciate a good view." "You think?" "I have no idea." "You're such a jerk." "What, you're just figuring that out now?" "Hey, let me see this." "What are you doing?" "Doctor's follow-up." "Just..." "It looks good." "* I want to make you feel beautiful... *" "I keep thinking you're still 14." "* I know I tend to get so insecure *" "I'm not." "I know." "* It doesn't matter anymore *" "* I don't mind spending every day *" "* Out on your corner in the pouring rain *" "* Look for the girl with the broken smile *" "* And ask her if she wants to stay a while *" "* And she will *" "* Be loved *" "* And she will *" "* Be loved*" "* And she will *" "* Be loved *" "* And she will *" "* Be loved... *" "Tom?" "I found something." "What do you got?" "Gone." "We got fertilizer." "And tire tracks." "They got a truck bomb." "The tire prints matched up to phone company service trucks." "So, we pulled their personnel records and found one Dean Keating." "Keating?" "As in Gayle Keating," "Friday Harbor murder victim?" "Dean's her older brother." "Not only that," "Gayle's younger brother Glen works construction, and on his last job, the company wound up short two dozen blasting caps." "So, one of the returnees kills their sister, and these guys get their revenge." "Yeah, and the 4400 go from being a threat to being sympathetic victims." "The ripple effect." "All right, put out an A.P.B. on the Keating's truck, and you better not let that truck get to where it's going." "Come on, come on, where are you?" "Mr. Tyler, we're looking for a truck bomb." "You need to be on high alert." "Understood." "Thanks." "We're running out of time" "There - truck number 85." "That vehicle's assigned to Dean Keating, and it's headed north on..." "Aurora... heading into Richmond Highlands." "We need a list of all the 4400s in Richmond Highlands." "There's only one 4400 living in that area." "It's Tom's nephew." "Tom, hold up." "Operations, patch me through to that phone number again." "This is the Farrell residence." "We're not in." "You know the drill." "Susan, Shawn, Danny, it's me again." "If you can hear this, get out of the house now!" "Is anyone there?" "There it is, the number 85." "Get us down, now!" "Put your hands where I can see them!" "Now!" "Get out of the truck!" "Get your hands where we can see them!" "What the hell?" "Shut up!" "Stay down!" "You're not Keating." "Where's Dean Keating?" "!" "He didn't come into work today." "No explosives!" "The truck's clean, Tom." "They switched vans!" "He's not Keating!" "Come on!" "Let's go!" "We got the wrong van." "Recheck all principal targets." "Report anything suspicious." "We got a twelve-foot step van parked near Collier's housing complex." "No plates, new paint job." "That's what the phone company uses." "Patch us through to Collier's development." "Use any line you can find." "Nothing." "All the phones are dead." "Code red, main gate." "There they are." "Get me over there." "Go!" "Set it!" "Go!" "Hands on your head!" "Down, down, down, down!" "On your stomach, now!" "You're being arrested as a terrorist." "You will be treated as an enemy combatant." "You do not have the right to remain silent." "You do not have the right to an attorney." "And whatever you say will damn sure be used against you." "Dr. Mayhew?" "I'm Warren Lytel from Homeland Security." "I need to ask you a few questions about Kyle Baldwin." "Tom?" "Tom, you have to come." "You have to come quick." "Just come on." "Kyle... what are you doing?" "I know what's wrong with me." "I finally understand." "What is it, Kyle?" "Tell me." "There's only one explanation." "Why I remember everything, but can't feel anything." "Why all the people in my life seem like strangers." "They're not the strangers." "I am." "I'm not Kyle Baldwin." "Edited and Synched with Subtitle Creator by Andante"