"the world will have to deal with us." "previously on the 4400... well, i'm putting together profiles of the people who've taken the shot." "pretty soon, kevin thinks he'll be able to predict who will survive the shot and who won't." "you're asking me to tell people not to take promicin?" "only for a few months." "i am not making any announcement." "who are you?" "i'm lindsey." "[diana]: this is maia rutledge." "she was the first one to disappear as far as we can tell." "[maia]:" "they're dead, aren't they?" "[curtis peck]:" "there's a faction of elites who want the future to stay exactly as it is." "i call them "the marked."" "[marco]: what about imroth?" "the ceo of ubient software's supposed to be some kind of double agent from the future?" "tell the others i went to see the ntac agents." "baldwin thinks it's some kind of ploy." "when we need him, he'll be there for us." "you're becoming your new self." "do what tom baldwin would do." "find isabelle tyler." "you... have to take your abilities back." "then you're going to bring jordan collier to me." "[sighs]" "[gasps] tom, what's going on?" "i felt restless." "i kept tossing and turning, and i... i didn't want to wake you." "so you were just..." "sitting there?" "no. i was watching you sleep." "it's kind of relaxing." "well, i'm awake now." "so why don't you come back to bed?" "there." "isn't this more relaxing?" "andaluca's?" "isn't that a little bit fancy?" "so?" "i'm not a little kid anymore." "i just miss the days when the only place you'd eat was charlie's pizza palace." "mom, that was, like, a long time ago." "oh, yeah, at least a year." "besides, it'd be fun eating spanish food with ben again." "honey, i hope you're not getting your hopes up for nothing." "i know that ben said that he might make it, but london is a long way off." "i promise i won't be disappointed, but on my birthday, it's just been... i don't know, just you and me, and with ben, it would feel more like family." "whoa!" "excuse me!" "are you okay?" "yeah." "what's that?" "[shouting]" "is this real money?" "certainly looks like it." ""these little green scraps of paper" ""you're fighting over are worthless."" ""welcome to the new world."" "the new world?" "that's right out of jordan collier's playbook." "it sounds like it, but can we be really sure these atm malfunctions are being caused by some 4400 ability?" "because it could be the work of some sophisticated computer hacker who's just looking to create some havoc." "actually, i have to go with a p-positive here, diana." "so far, 58 atms from four separate banking institutions have been affected." "that means four separate computer mainframes have been compromised." "thousands and thousands of dollars are being randomly dispensed." "every time they shut down a cash machine, another one goes haywire." "i'd like to meet the computer hacker that can pull that off-- you know, without an ability." "pretty aggressive move, though, i mean, even for collier." "you want to create a new world, first, you have to destroy the old one, and disrupting the economy's a pretty good way to start." "i wouldn't mind driving." "does that work for you?" "yeah, be my guest." "i'm going to need an hour or two before we go see collier." "is there something wrong?" "hopefully not." "i've got an appointment for a cat-scan." "what?" "it's just a precaution." "ever since the mole came back, i've been a little on edge." "you don't feel any different, do you?" "you mean, am i one of the marked?" "some kind of zombie controlled by a future human?" "not... not yet, anyway." "look, i'll call you when i'm done with the hospital." "uh-huh." "are you sure you won't reconsider, mr. chatha?" "taking the shot would be hugely beneficial, not only to you, but to the millions of your readers who would follow your example." "yes, but you have to understand that there is no guarantee that this alleged compatibility test of shawn farrell's will ever be perfected." "[sighs] yes." "yes, well, if you change your mind, the door's always open." "we have your cousin to thank for that." "but maneck chatha's name is on the list in the white light book." "we already know he can survive the shot." "it's his followers he's worried about." "why risk their lives when shawn's announced it's only a matter of time before the test is available?" "too bad you lost chatha." "it wouldn't have happened if you'd done what i told you to." "yeah, i know." "stop shawn, right?" "what does that mean exactly?" "i was hoping you'd figure that out for yourself." "shawn's not developing this test by himself." "what you need to do is get rid of kevin burkhoff." "get rid of him?" "what am i supposed to do exactly, kill the guy?" "i expect you to do whatever it takes to fulfill the prophecy and help jordan collier bring heaven to earth." "good morning, isabelle." "i hope you're feeling at home." "you know, i have to say, of all of our... real estate holdings, this place is my favorite." "you know, i thought you'd like to know, tomorrow, your father's being moved from seattle to an ntac holding facility in virginia, which means you need to agree to take your abilities back before richard steps on that plane," "because if you don't, he's not getting off it." "you already caused your mother's death." "do you want to be responsible for your father's, too?" "even if i agreed to take the shot, what's the point?" "the government doctors already told me that promicin will kill me." "we can change that, isabelle." "i guarantee you'll live to fulfill to destroy the 4400, and anyone else with a trace of promicin in their system, and you will start by bringing us jordan collier." "you know, kyle used to talk about you all the time." "he said you were a decent man, but then you're not tom baldwin, are you?" "[laughs] tom baldwin... tom baldwin was a confused and unhappy man." "i've given him the clarity of purpose he desperately needed, and i want to give that to you, isabelle." "after all, i created you-- placed you in your mother's womb to make sure you were sent back in that ball of light, so you could protect the world from the 4400." "no, isabelle, promicin is evil." "people who use it are evil." "their goal isn't to change the world, it is to end it." "you can stop them." "you have to stop them." "it's what you're meant to do." "how can you say no to your destiny?" "[***]" "* so long ago, another life * * i can feel your heart beat * * it's not a dream remember us * * i can see it in your eyes * * we'll find our place in time *" "* our place in time beyond the sun * * we'll find our place in time * * our place in time to call our own *" "manual labor in promise city?" "isn't that a bit old school?" "nothing wrong with old school, when it comes to a little sweat and muscle." "having an ability can lead to complacency, and complacency... is the measure of a dying society." "welcome to the new world." "you're here about the attacks on the banking system." "you know about that?" "i try to stay current, but i can assure you that despite the attacker's utopian signature, nobody here had anything to do with it." "can you really be sure of that?" "you must have, like, 500 people living here by now." "and nobody here would do something like that without jordan's consent." "which i didn't give." "well, ju let us talk to your people, and if nobody did it, then maybe they can help us find out who the hell is responsible." "i'm afraid i can't do that." "you mean you won't." "whoever's doing this has my best wishes." "the system you live in is obsolete." "any society that worships at the altar of wealth is doomed, so why not flood the streets with money... [voice echoes distantly]:" "till those little pieces of paper are as worthless as confetti." "[shouting in rage] christ, tom, no!" "no!" "dad, don't." "please don't..." "please don't, dad." "because the future i believe in is one that exists without the need for money." "it's a world where miracles are common currency." "now, excuse me, i have some work to do." "it's not just atms anymore." "we're looking at computer system failures all over the country." "make that the world." "federal agencies, financial institutions, private businesses, even your friendly neighborhood laptops are all crashing, victims of the same corrosive virus that infected the atms." "yeah, and these attacks are anything but random." "yeah, every malfunctioning computer, including the original atms has one thing in common." "they all run ubient's enzyme operating system." "ubient?" "that's drew imroth's company." "so, i guess the question we have to ask is this, are these attacks against drew imroth, the multi-billionaire corporate giant?" "or drew imroth, the alleged member of the global conspiracy known as the marked?" "the operative word is "alleged."" "we don't even have any hard evidence that the marked exist." "tom and i are pretty certain." "yeah, that's right, but even so, ubient is the biggest corporations in the world." "if it goes under, we're all in trouble." "sorry. i didn't mean to interrupt." "no, um, everybody, this is abigail hunnicutt." "she's new." "we were lucky to grab her." "abigail's been teaching a course in combinatorics and probability at m.i.t. since she was 22." "i also worked my way through graduate school in the men's department at sak's." "so who knows?" "maybe i can... teach these guys how to dress like grown-ups." "i thought everyone should see this." "it's some kind of manifesto." "every computer infected with the virus is printing it out." "it's calling for the destruction of all ubient software." "which is why, marked or not, we need to speak with drew imroth." "[telephone rings] hello?" "hey, maia." "it's me lindsey." "happy birthday." "hi." "i can't believe you remembered." "you know, it's not for another two days." "whatever." "i have got the coolest gift for you." "you want to come over?" "it's not that kind of present." "you have to come to promise city and see it for yourself." "my mom really wants me to stay away from there." "she doesn't have to know." "you are so going to thank me for this." "[sighs] i guess i can come by tomorrow after school." "meet me at the southwest corner of beacon and 64th street at 3:30." "i've got some friends here who will help us sneak past the government blockade." "okay, bye." "yes, mr. secretary, i understand how sensitive your department records are, and i promise that once we get the problem resolved, ubient will do everything possible to retrieve your lost data." "believe me, sir, i feel your pain." "i'm a stockholder, too." "i warned you that something like this was going to happen." "jordan collier and his followers are bent on global revolution, and this assault on my company is the opening salvo." "we just came from promise city." "collier's denying any involvement." "well, i don't believe that, and i certainly hope y you two don't either!" "whether it's collier's people or some rogue p-positive, it doesn't really matter, we'll find him." "when will that be, huh?" "will i still have a company left by then?" "we're doing our best." "all of this could have been avoided if you people had done your jobs in the first place, but, no, you were too busy chasing after imaginary conspiracies." "how about it, agent baldwin?" "would you like to check my mole again?" "that won't be necessary." "glad to see you finally have your priorities straight." "i just hope it's not too late to save my company." "with all your success over the years, you must have made your share of enemies." "thousands of them." "in fact, i keep a list of everyone who's ever sent me a threatening letter or email." "organized by level of vehemence." "it's a hobby." "is steve jobs on page one?" "you might want to give him a promicin test." "[knocking] dr. burkhoff, you ready for a break?" "not now." "i lost quite a bit of data when this computer crashed." "right, that's that ubient virus." "the net's down in the entire building." "is that supposed to make me feel better?" "i have to reconstruct a 74-page document from memory, and i'm on, like, what?" "page 12?" "well, i appreciate your dedication, but i kind of promised tess that i'd get you out of the lab once in a while." "you spoke to tess?" "yeah, just now." "sounds like she's having a great time with her niece." "grand-niece, actually." "tess was born in 1937." "right, sorry." "i forgot." "okay, you need a break." "i got a surprise for you." "come on, it's a massage." "she's waiting upstairs." "no, thank you." "i don't like strangers touching me." "the human hand can be so..." "clammy." "okay, but i already paid for the hour." "well, be my guest." "enjoy yourself." "i'll just be down here, working to save thousands of lives and change the world for the better." "okay." "thank you." "you know, imroth was not joking when he said he had a lot of enemies." "this is going to take all night to get through this." "yeah, i think i'm going to take my half home." "that's a good idea." "you really surprised me today at imrot's office." "the way you reacted when he got in your face." "well, the guy was having a rough day." "i was trying to be diplomatic." "i mean, considering what we suspect him of." "because he brought up the marked, and you didn't even... well, pursue it." "neither did you." "look, it's not like he was going to admit to anything." "i promise, the next time he gives us some attitude, you'll see some fireworks, okay?" "good night." "tom?" "yeah?" "did you, uh, get the results of the cat scan?" "oh, yeah." "yeah, i'm fine." "thanks for asking." "good night." "[woman giggling] hello?" "hello." "hi, kevin." "i'm back." "tess?" "out here." "see me?" "tess?" "come find me." "i thought you weren't coming back for a few days." "kevin, i'm over here." "where are you?" "you found me." "i brought your breakfast." "come on." "orders are you're supposed to eat." "let her go!" "we're not supposed to hurt her." "[choking]" "morning, diana." "hi." "read any good death threats lately?" "too many." "so, what do we got, like, 8,000 suspects?" "good luck tracking them all down." "so how was your night?" "it was kind of strange." "i was on my way home when i got a phone call from drew imroth." "yeah, i know, it threw me, too." "anyway, he told me he had to see me right away, alone at madison park." "it all felt a little cloak and dagger, but what was i going to do?" "i guess you had to go." "exactly." "turns out, he wants me to pass the case off to another agent." "he's worried that i'm still obsessed about proving he's one of the marked." "oh." "what did you tell him?" "the truth." "that he had nothing to worry about." "that i'd do my job to the best of my abilities." "then i asked him to name every member of the marked, which led to some of the fireworks you were hoping for." "[cell phone rings] oh... you know what?" "i better take this." "i'll see you in there." "baldwin... when?" "is isabelle all right?" "fine." "i'll have to make an excuse here." "i'll be right over." "joanna... what happened?" "where's kevin?" "i don't know." "the cleaning staff came in this morning." "this is how they found the place." "all his work is missing, too." "this was jordan." "it had to be." "he knows about the compatibility test." "it's so strange." "all those people willing to risk their lives to get an ability." "thinking it'll make them feel less alone, more powerful." "i never felt more alone and less powerful than when i had limitless abilities." "it overwhelmed my entire life." "became my identity." "cut me off from everyone... my parents, shawn... it's only when i lost everything that i found myself, and now you want me to go back there, become that person again." "that person is who you are." "it won't be that bad, isabelle." "these past few months, you got a little vacation, you spent a little time out in the world, but now it's time to go back to work." "it was nice to be normal... at least for a little while." "okay, so this is a modification of a document authorization program abigail designed while she was at m.i.t." "we used it to cross-reference the language in the anti-ubient manifesto with the hate mail directed at drew imroth." "we were looking for idiosyncratic phrases and word choices with a high degree of similarity in both documents." "now, you can see whoever wrote the manifesto likes to use semi-colons by the handful." "he's also fond of "who" or "which"" "instead of "that,"" "and he refers to imroth as "mr. puppetmaster,"" "a phrase he repeats a total of six times, and what do we find in the hate mail department?" "this document." "semi-colons." ""who" and "which" used again instead of "that,"" "and finally, our old friend, "mr. puppetmaster."" "so the two authors are one and the same." "do you have a name for us?" "this e-mail is signed "swindled."" "imroth put his people on it." "they traced it to a warren trask." "turns out, back in the early '80s, trask designed a primitive version of the enzyme operating system." "when imroth came out with a very similar program, trask sued." "let me guess." "he lost." "no, no, it never went to court." "imroth offered trask an out-of-court settlement." "trask wound up with $100,000." "meanwhile, enzyme has made imroth billions." "so the guy's pissed." "wouldn't you be?" "you can ask him yourself." "he lives right here in seattle." "well, nice work, marco." "actually, it was all abigail." "she buy you that suit, too?" "stop looking so freaked out." "we're almost there." "i told you i can't stay long." "if my mom finds out-- she won't." "i promised you a birthday surprise, right?" "well, here it is." "maia... mom?" "dad?" "maia, is it really you?" "vic, can you believe how big she's gotten?" "she's still my little girl." "i only wish i could give you a great, big birthday hug." "me too." "but you can't." "you're just somebody's 4400 ability." "whatever we are, we're your parents, and we love you so much." "excuse me." "i'm agent baldwin, this is agent skouris." "we're with ntac." "we're here to see warren trask." "i'm his daughter, eileen." "what's this all about?" "we'd like to ask your father some questions about drew imroth." "well, you can ask him anything you want." "just don't expect any answers." "my dad had a stroke three months ago." "he hasn't moved a muscle or said a word since" "my father was a brilliant man, but he was naive and trusting, and drew imroth took advantage of that to cheat my father out of his life's work." "his career, his marriage, his... health." "my father lost it all." "so when did he take the promicin shot?" "about six months ago." "as far as i know, it didn't do anything, no ability, nothing, and then he had the aneurysm." "do you really still believe he's behind what's happening to ubient?" "all these machines he's hooked up to, they're run by computer, so he's connected to networks for emergency response monitoring." "if his mind is still functioning, and he's got an ability, then, yeah, he could be the ghost in the machine." "well, that would be... wonderful." "daddy, if that's true, i am so happy for you." "don't stop until you ruin imroth like he ruined you." "that's enough of that." "ow!" "you're hurting me." "tom, let her go." "she's an accessory to a half-dozen felonies." "if there is anything you are holding back, you'd better tell us now." "i don't know anything, but if my father is bringing down drew imroth, i'd consider that justice." "am i mistaken, or am i looking at a xerces blue butterfly?" "i believe that's what it's called." "the xerces blue has been extinct since 1941." "not here." "not anymore." "we have a resident who can modify dna to recreate extinct species." "only insects so far, but he hopes to work his way up to mammals." "i don't know about you, but i'd love to see a woolly mammoth in the flesh." "i'm impressed... and i'm not easily impressed." "a man of your intellect could do just about anything here in promise city." "which might be a more persuasive argument if i weren't a kidnap victim being held against my will." "it was my idea to bring you here." "jordan knew nothing about it." "oh, and is that supposed to make everything all right?" "kyle's method might have been extreme, but i can't fault his motive." "you belong here in promise city with us, kevin." "you are the father of the promicin movement." "without your discoveries, promise city wouldn't even exist." "i made a scientific breakthrough... but i didn't start a religious cult." "[sighs] kevin, like it or not, you're revered by everyone here." "however, i cannot allow your research to continue." "a promicin compatibility test would be death to this movement." "all i'm trying to do is save lives, jordan." "so are we." "we're just thinking a little more long-term." "so... until you share our vision, i'm afraid i'll have to insist you remain our guest." "tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.?" "i was kind of hoping for something sooner." "no, no, we can't prove conclusively that trask's our man, but we know he took the promicin shot." "okay, if that's the best you can do." "okay, thanks." "we can't get a court order to move trask to ntac medical till morning." "but ubient is hemmoraging millions of dollars an hour." "the stock market is down over 500 points, and i don't know about you, but my pension plan is pretty much history." "we've done all we can to isolate him." "we've cut off the phone services and internet to his home." "we don't even know if he needs a phone line to access the net." "we need to get trask on the inhibitor, and we need to do it now-- it's not an option." "his doctors have ruled it out." "given the state of his health, it's way too risky." "well, maybe it's worth the risk." "just keeping trask under wraps at ntac is no guarantee that the attacks against ubient will stop." "what are you suggesting, tom, we kill him?" "of course not!" "it's just... look, it's just frustrating, for all of us." "anyhow, i guess there's nothing we can do till morning." "hey, birthday girl, i'm home!" "why aren't you dressed yet?" "the dinner reservation's for 7:00." "i'll be ready in time." "okay, then we come home and open the presents, all right?" "that'll be good." "what's wrong?" "did something happen today?" "no." "i told you not to get your hopes up about ben." "i told you, i'm past all that." "well, that's good, because i don't know about you, but i'm ready for some birthday cake, so let's get going, okay?" "[cell phone rings] yeah?" "it's me." "tell me you've got good news." "because at this rate, ubient software will cease to exist in three days, which means we lose all our financial backing, not to mention our spyware program-- i get it." "don't worry." "i'm taking care of it." "i hope so." "oh, my god, daddy?" "daddy?" "come on!" "come on. half a dozen residents claimed they heard the crash." "but nobody saw anything?" "apparently not." "morning." "court order come through yet?" "uh, yes, it did." "not that it matters anymore." "why not?" "what's going on?" "last night, someone stole a car and plowed it into a telephone pole a few blocks from warren trask's house." "blacked out the entire neighborhood." "life support system shut down." "it ran on battery power for a while, but we had his daughter's cell phone jammed." "by the time she got to a phone that worked-- trask's dead?" "try not to sound so broken up about it." "i'm just surprised, that's all." "what about the attacks on ubient?" "as of this morning, ubient software is running virus-free." "seems imroth's company is going to survive, and so's the economy." "stock market's already up 200 points." "weird way for things to work out, but i guess we'll take it." "yeah, we all got lucky, except for warren trask." "yeah." "what happened to your head?" "hmm?" "oh, i banged it on the medicine cabinet in the middle of the night." "next time, i'll turn on the light." "good idea." "you have five minutes, shawn." "tell me what you want." "i want you to release kevin burkhoff." "don't tell me he's not here." "dr. burkhoff is here." "he's my guest, and he'll remain that way for the time being." "tell me, jordan, since when did kidnapping become part of this new religion of yours?" "that seems like a pretty twisted way to bring the world closer to god." "you want to get back in my good graces, shawn?" "it's simple." "hold another press conference, announce you've had a change of heart, and that you now support the taking of promicin." "you know i can't do that." "then kevin burkhoff remains my guest, and you... you're no longer welcome in promise city." "goodbye, shawn." "[gasping in pain]" "[whistling happily] how is my girl feeling?" "like i'm going to die." "ah, it's just your body ridding itself of the anti-promicin allergens." "it's all part of the process." "ah, ah, ah,ah look this way." "there you go." "now... it's time for the next step." "[unzipping case] [whistling happily] don't." "no... shh... it's okay, isabelle." "in a few seconds, you are going to feel a lot better." "no... you see?" "that wasn't so bad." "oh, and, um... isabelle, i know what you're thinking." "once your abilities return, you're going to use them against me." "it worked once before when you murdered matthew ross, but i wouldn't try it again." "this time, we're not taking any chances." "we placed a deterrent inside you while you were in prison." "call it a, uh... kill switch." "if you move against me, or disobey me in any way, it will be activated, and you will die." "[chuckles] now, you just rest for another hour or so, and when you get up, you'll be the most powerful person on the planet... again." "well, i'm just going to finish up here." "you two have a good night." "yeah, you too." "good night." "oh, i have to say, you did wonderful work." "with trask out of the way, the company has finally rebounded." "the next two fiscal quarters will be shaky at best, but thanks to you, ubient livesnt you're not celebrating." "what's wrong?" "one of the last things trask did was spread your personal data all over the internet." "names, phone records, financial statements." "they're all out there for all eyes to see, to study." "it could lead to some very dangerous questions." "so, we do damage control-- delete all we can and deny the rest." "that'll only feed the conspiracy theorists." "so it's been decided, drew." "we're going to have to take a more radical approach." "what do you have in mind?" "hi, mom!" "hi, dad!" "hello, sweetheart." "did you have a fun birthday?" "pretty fun." "i just... wish you could have been there." "so do we." "i'll bet you got some nice gifts." "i got a new ipod." "it's like a record player, only it plays thousands of songs." "any sinatra?" "tons of sinatra." "next time i come, i'll bring it with me." "are you sure you can get away?" "you know, we wouldn't want to interfere with any homework or anything." "you're not interfering." "i like coming here and seeing you." "i wish i could come every day." "so do we." "jordan's never going to let kevin go." "so that's it?" "the compatibility test isn't going to happen?" "it has to happen." "i have to make it happen." "get on the phone, get ahold of tess." "we're taking kevin out of promise city." "isabelle!" "it's all settled." "he understands what he has to do." "he may have been a little disappointed at first." "after all, he had a good run, but in the end, he took it well." "he knows it's time to move on." "i'm sure he considers it an honor... especially after he heard about the new host we have lined up for him." "he made an excellent drew imroth, but he'll make an even better jordan collier." "[gunshot]"