"This night is a disaster already," "I can feel it." "What?" "But we haven't even eaten yet." "When you're on a date with the mayor of crazy town, you can just sense these things." "I just said I liked John Cusack movies." "Old ones..." "A-and the new ones," "So, what, that makes me crazy?" "I'm just saying, on a first date..." "These things are best left unmentioned." "Okay, you're doing the British accent thing again." "Am I, darling?" "Yes, you do it when you're feeling insecure." "No..." "Yes." "Behavior analyst." "No, no, I do it when I've nothing else to say, and I dread the silences between the sayings of things." "Ah, yes." "What will happen if they strike?" "What will happen?" "Uh, death, chaos, a baseball strike." "Try it." "Oh, this you telling me to shut up?" "Try it." "Okay." "Italian." "The, uh, restaurant we're going to is this Italian joint called "Alfredo's"." "You may have heard of it." "As in five-star review," ""we don't take reservations" Alfredo's?" "For most people, but..." "Oh, really?" "Well, I'm a very influential guy." "Oh." "And I may have also possibly" "William..." "Used my boss's name to get us a table, but it's an amazing table, so..." "Well..." "That sounds lovely, William!" "Tip of the day," "Leave the accents to me." "I do work on them." "Come on, guv'nor!" "Let's have a laugh and a pint!" "Abby..." "Hi." "Okay..." "I'm just going to reach into my pocket and get my wallet." "Everything's in there." "Cash, cards, take what you want" "Take 'em both." "Hey, hey" "Get in there." "Shut up!" "Skinny little punk, ain't he?" "This is a mistake." "If you want money, we can negotiate that, but kidnapping us is..." "You have the wrong people." "No, we don't." "You don't know what's going on, so if you want to stay healthy, you'll shut up, listen, and learn, both of you." "We know exactly who you are," "Dr. Will Zimmerman, and you're here for one reason only." "You save his life, or you both die." "Sanctuary 3x13 One Night Original Air Date on April 25, 2010" "What happened?" "It doesn't matter what happened." "Just fix him." "It's obvious that your friend needs help, but I am not your guy." "He's not lying." "You really did kidnap the wrong person, or-or people." "You're a doctor." "You work at the Sanctuary." "He's a shrink, who, yeah, works at the Sanctuary." "When you put it like that, it sounds so cheap." "Okay, we have nothing to gain by lying to these people." "We don't want to deepen their obvious trust issues, not to mention exacerbate the dynamic of paranoia already at play here." "Oh, I get it now." "FBI Behavioral Science Department." "Two shrinks!" "That's great." "Actually, I'm more of a clinical sociologist, mass pattern specialist" "Sigmund and Anna Freud, right here." "Listen, your friend needs medical help, okay?" "Surgical treatment." "Fine." "Get busy." "What about the last three minutes did you miss?" "I am not a surgeon." "He gets queasy." "What is this?" "We need a real doctor, a scientist or something." "Just haul him off to the ER?" "Those quills aren't normal." "He needs special treatment," "Sanctuary treatment." "He's screwing with us." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Hold on a second here," "I-I think I understand what's happening." "You wanted my boss, but as it happens, she's out of town, so you have to settle for me?" "Right?" "Wow, that's a shame, because I would pay all kinds of money to see you try to shanghai Helen Magnus." "Whoa, whoa, h-h-hold on a sec." "Just hold on, okay?" "Just calm down." "Are you testing me, shrink?" "No." "I'm-I'm going to see what I can do here." "Please, assist." "Okay, so, what are these things anyway?" "They look..." "like giant quills." "Yeah." "Something messed him up good." "Something abnormal, right?" "You now what kind?" "This is from a Mongolian Jessoped." "It's a tundra predator." "It releases toxic quills anytime you corner it, or piss it off." "Oh, God." "How long till..." "If this just happened, we have some time, but it's a few hours, max." "So?" "Well, I have to get him back to the Sanctuary immediately for treatment-- not a chance." "Because he won't survive if we don't." "Then neither will you, or her." "Next option." "There isn't one." "You see, he's been poisoned, which means I need the auto-assist in the main lab of the Sanctuary to create a counter-toxin." "I need access to diagnostics machines," "I need saline and antibiotics to stabilize him-- and your automatic security that'll disable us as soon as we get in there." "No, no." "I can guarantee you safe passage." "You just have to trust me." "It's not happening." "Do what you got to do, but do it here." "We've brought in everything that you should need." "I need water, hot water, towels, a lighter to sterilize whatever sharp instrument you trust me with." "One knife, and we'll sterilize it." "Koda." "So, uh..." "Will, I think-- I think maybe we're done with the "feeling them out" phase of things." "They are killers, Will." "No, they're criminals, or drug dealers." "If we keep our heads, we will get through this" "No, will, they are killers." "Those viper tattoos they all have?" "It's the symbol of the Vendetta crew." "A loose affiliation of contract killers from North America to Asia." "The FBI has a file on these guys a mile long." "They are very bad people, Will." "This must be their Michael Corleone." "Be careful with it." "It was a gift from my mom." "Oh, God." "I'm going to clean the wound to get a better look." "Will..." "The wounds are pretty nasty." "They're going to have to come out." "Will..." "I know, I know." "I hate blood too." "No, blood is fine." "It's needles." "A-anything sharp," "I can't stand to have it near my skin." "It's a total phobia." "Okay, that is not important now." "Come on." "Hey..." "We're going to be fine." "Okay, seriously?" "Can you stop with the baseless affirmations?" "Classic violent group-think dynamic means that they will use any form of leverage they can to get what they want." "I know, that's why they brought both of us." "Yeah, leverage, right here, so..." "You know, just.... stop telling me everything's going to be fine." "At least they're human." "You think?" "Yeah." "Listen, I've never heard of this Vendetta crew, so they're not on the Sanctuary watch list." "I'm not saying they're not dangerous, but, you know, they're not..." "Crazy monsters that shoot poison quills?" "Yeah." "So there's that." "No matter what happens, Will, whether we save this guy or not, the faster we cure him, the sooner we die." "Yeah." "There are a lot of guns here, but they're spread out." "There must be a million places to hide in this place." "I know." "If we can at least just get out of this room." "Just need some kind of distraction." "He's going into toxic shock." "We don't have a lot of time." "Okay, we can do this." "We need a plan." "We don't have time." "Follow my lead." "Wait, no, no." "Abby, what are you doing-- we need fresh hot water, and I need to use the powder room." "Anything else?" "What, no scented hand towels?" "Make it fast." "Oh, absolutely, because you know how much women love to be rushed." "Out of earshot." "Go." "So, how did you wind up on the wrong side of a Jessoped?" "This thing, with the quills." "You just love to keep pushing me." "No, I just want to know why you're risking his life like this." "Because we don't have time to mess around." "We're meeting a new supplier, someone big, a whole new level." "And they'll only deal with him." "Someone else shows up, and the deal goes sour." "Come on, what is it?" "Drugs?" "Weapons?" "Midnight." "That's how long you have to get him healthy." "Now, we could keep bonding, but you're on the clock." "Uh..." "A little help in here?" "Put 'em down, now!" "You don't have the balls to do this, shrink." "You want to try me?" "Because I haven't eaten since breakfast, and I get real pissy when I'm hungry!" "I want to hear those guns hit the floor!" "Do what he says." "The gun, please." "Get back to work." "This goes back to my first year of pre-med." "We need to stop the seizures." "A combination of epinephrine and saline." "Okay, sounds-sounds good." "Nice try, by the way." "You too." "Don't ever do that again." "When that gun went off, I just thought" "Will, I'm-I'm s" "No, no." "No, no, no." "You're not sorry, okay?" "I'm sorry." "This is my fault." "Y-you shouldn't be here." "I deserve to be here, but not you." "Will..." "I'm not even worried." "I mean, the make-up sex is gonna be incr-- uh... date!" "Make-up date is gonna be" "Hey!" "Okay." "Here goes nothing." "Y-you did it!" "Thank you, pre-med." "Will, what just happened?" "I think I just killed him." "What the hell did you do to him?" "Nothing that should have killed him!" "He's not breathing!" "I know!" "It triggered a massive heart attack!" "Aw, man, they are so dead" "Just give us a chance to save him!" "Then you're welcome to kill us, okay?" "Just back down, Koda." "Oh, come on..." "Will..." "Will..." "You said I went off half-cocked." "What did you give him, pure adrenaline?" "It was 90% saline." "This shouldn't have happened." "Okay, wait, wait, what are you doing?" "It's a hail Mary, a triple dose of epi." "Are you crazy?" "Yes, and it's the only thing that'll work." "Come on, man..." "Come on, come back to me!" "Oh, God..." "Will, how did you know that would save him?" "Would you like to explain to me what in the holy hell just happened?" "You tried to kill him!" "Like hell I did!" "The first shot I gave him should have stabilized him, but if you keep holding out on me, this is what you get." "Back!" "All of you." "This guy is an abnormal." "That's the only reason that he would react this way." "Lower your voice." "Something difficult to detect." "A human offshoot?" "He's a Septerran." "Ah." "Full-blooded." "Fifth generation, apparently." "Okay, wait, wait, what's a" "It means he looks human, but he's far from it." "Just a little detail you happened to leave out?" "I didn't think it'd make a difference." "Well, it does!" "Lower your voice!" "Because they have completely inverse immune systems, don't they?" "Helen Magnus would have killed him" "Shut up!" "Without that info!" "Why didn't you tell us?" "The others can't know." "They wouldn't understand." "They wouldn't follow him." "What about you?" "Two hours!" "That's how long you have to save him, or you both take a bullet!" "No mystery what that'll do." "That's getting old." "Buddy, buddy!" "If you keep screaming at me like that, I'm just gonna-- no, no!" "No, no, I don't know what happened to Mr. Will." "No-- am I his girlfriend?" "Dude, have you seen the guy?" "He's a matchstick with hair gel." "Oh, really?" "Well, maybe I should ask the health inspector to pay you a surprise visit-- yeah, well, just be glad I don't parlez italiano ." "Who was that?" "The maitre 'd at Alfredo's." "El furioso that Will reserved a private table in Magnus's name." "Always liked the cut of that man's jib." "Big date." "Gotta make things happen." "Yeah, well, they're none too happy about it." "Why are they in a twist?" "A customer's a customer." "Because according to screamy mcnaples," "Will and Abby never showed up." "Say what?" ""It's like poison to my mother's eyes, an empty table!" "Ai..."" "I love Italians." "So passionate." "He said in 30 years they've never once had a no-show." "Yeah, well, maybe the food's slipping." "Alfredo's?" "Not a chance." "That place is booked up months in advance for good reason." "It's odd that he didn't at least call." "Hmm." "Guys..." "Thinking out loud here, but maybe his date with Abby got off to a good start." "As in, a really good start." "As in they never left her apartment!" "Work with me, people!" "No, not a chance." "Mate, the food's that good?" "Yes." "Better than spontaneous pre-date nookie?" "Yes." "I need some supplies." "Now, before you get all Alpha-dog on me, hear me out." "Yes, I've seen wounds like this before." "One of our operatives got quilled on a mission last year." "Now, I've cobbled together a counter-toxin from memory, but I'm missing a few key ingredients." ""Radon firebrats." "Savoy leech extract?"" "These elements are what we call "red list"." "It means they're only available on the local black market." "There's a list of suppliers who sell them there, too." "You really think I'm going to let you go to the mall right now?" "Send Abby." "Have one of your Rhodes scholars escort her." "Listen, if you want me to save your boss, then this is what I need." "If you mess with me or you try to make contact with the Sanctuary-- she dies." "I get it." "Are we going to do this or not?" "Koda..." "Take the lady shopping." "If she tries to run, shoot her." "Copy that." "Show him the red box." "The red one." "Open it and then run." "Got it?" "Okay, so, uh..." "You sure about this?" "Just get everything on the list." "You step outside the line, he's dead." "Okay, his handwriting is like a fifth grader's." "Well, that was the last thing on the list." "I think we got everything." "Your boyfriend's into some freaky stuff." "Okay, not my boyfriend." "I already told you that." "Can you hold that?" "I hope they gave us the right thing." "Can you just check?" "Where are you?" "What?" "How long ago?" "Watch him!" "I could use a hand here, guys." "I need to change his bandages." "Could wait till he has another seizure, but it's going to be a lot harder then." "Okay, just go easy, 'cause his wounds could open" "Get up." "Your girlfriend sicked one of those freaks she bought on my boy." "No kidding?" "Big mistake." "Without the shopping list, you can't make the cure." "No cure means you're useless to me." "Thanks for the house-call." "Don't!" "Don't!" "Oh, Abby, no..." "I'm sorry, Will." "Ain't love grand?" "Hold still." "I thought I gave you specific instructions." "Open the red box and then run, and I did." "And what about contacting the Sanctuary for help?" "They were going to shoot you." "I just thought, you know, might as well make that counter-toxin and buy some more time." "Abby..." "I am not leaving this date until it is officially over, and..." "I think it's going quite well." "Don't you?" "Yes, I do." "What was in the red box?" "It's called a Moroccan Cave Scorpion." "It's a nasty little bastard, isn't it?" "It bit his face." "Yeah, you're normally not supposed to release one without wearing a welder's mask and gloves." "Noted for next time." "I really hope you didn't need this alive." "Nice move." "Okay, so no witnesses saw them go anywhere near Alfredo's, but we got something else." "What's this?" "Black market stuff." "Red list dealers." "I got a call from Squid asking us why we didn't go to him for firebrats." "Accusing us of undercutting him as our supplier." "Firebrats." "We haven't bought any recently." "Well, someone did, tonight, a woman." "She bought a pod from Remy and asked for the Sanctuary rate." "She was wholesome, sweet, couldn't haggle to save her life." "Abby." "What the hell is she doing buying red list materials?" "And check out the list." "Harper mites, Savoy leeches, and get this, a Moroccan Cave Scorpion." "Ooh, they're nasty." "I cross-referenced the list in the database, and all of them except for the scorpion are ingredients that make up a counter-toxin for" "Jessoped attack." "Right." "No direct contact from Will likely means the situation's not good." "You think he's infected?" "Well, if one of them's hurt, why not come here?" "Exactly." "You know, I think that Will told Abby to get those things knowing that it would grab our attention." "He needs our help." "This is crazy." "Yeah, well, tell her that." "No, Abby, Abby, no, no, no." "This is crazy." "He needs proper medical treatment" "Keep playing nurse, cupcake." "But he" "Is there something wrong with your hearing?" "No" "Abby." "It's that new thing called sarcasm." "I was trying to appeal to her compassionate side." "But you're making her look weak." "Yeah, or she's read the bad guy playbook." "She's the perfect mix of violent and crazy../ don't forget paranoid." "I just think there are a lot of things that don't add up." "I mean, so they get attacked by that spiky creature, a..." "Jessoped." "Their boss gets quilled, and they call in you?" "Well, I do happen to be number two at the most advanced medical facility in the world." "Okay, and bravo for that, but, I mean, Will, come on, you are really not the right person for this job." "Admit it, you're tap dancing to save this guy, and I think she knows it." "Disparaging much?" "Suddenly you are an expert in exotic poisons?" "Well, why couldn't I be?" "Okay." "I was just thinking out loud." "Sounded like you were emasculating out loud." "Okay." "No, look," "I will admit that it is a little wonky." "I mean, if you want to save your boss, there are better ways than kidnapping me." "Agreed." "Just sayin'." "Would you pass me that, please?" "Yes, sir..." "Number two." "Turns out Will was more clever than we first thought." "We've triangulated all the red list purchases." "They're all in the fifth ward, and they're all in this area here." "Four street sales." "Two city blocks." "Thermal tracking and energy grid spikes show major activity in this building less than three blocks from here." "He gave us his location." "Indeed." "Clever lad." "The plot thickens." "Word is people from something called the Vendetta crew ran into a Jessoped tonight." "Vendetta crew?" "Heard of them." "Nasty bunch." "Well, it seems like their boss, one Horatio Gibbs, got hit by a bunch of toxic quills at a weapons buy gone bad." "So this Gibbs guy gets quilled, they kidnap Will to make them a counter-toxin." "Wrong man for the job." "Tell me about it." "Good news is we've got a possible location." "I'll put together a tactical team." "Okay, so it's coming up on 11:00." "How long till this is ready?" "Uh, half an hour ago." "I've been thinking about your theory, that Sioux's temper is all an act." "You might be right." "Her body language is all wrong." "Her autonomic responses aren't aggressive." "She's self conscious, or stressed out." "Because she's hiding something." "Huh..." "You wanted confirmation." "Hello, gangsters." "Right under our noses." "Pound to a penny those lads are holding Will and Abby inside." "We should have the tactical team weapon up." "Absolutely." "So, that's..." "Yeah, pretty much." "And it'll..." "Pretty sure." "If we give it to him, we die." "If we don't give it to him..." "We're killers?" "And we probably die." "Time's ticking." "Okay." "What's wrong?" "Everything." "Hold positions and wait for the command." "And clean targets." "We want to bring them home in one piece." "Hey." "Why aren't you geared up?" "The mission's been scrubbed." "You're all to stand down." "On whose orders?" "Helen Magnus." "I know this is time sensitive, but Henry and I won't be back there until tomorrow." "Doc, we have Will and Abby's location." "They're hostages." "What's the problem?" "There are a number of details concerning this Vendetta crew that you need to know." "I had a friend at Interpol send me a file." "They're a band of killers, international." "No abnormal activity among them that I can detect." "True, but they are of special interest to our covert operatives at the Beijing Sanctuary." "Because?" "Beijing believes that the Vendetta leader, Gibbs, is close to connecting with a ring of abnormal smugglers." "In fact, our intel indicates that he's due to connect with a slave ship at some point tonight." "The "ghost ship"?" "You're joking." "Unregistered vessel carrying hundreds of abnormals to be sold on the black market... as slaves." "I thought that was a myth." "We've been trying to shut them down for months." "We think Gibbs knows when and where that ship will dock." "If we storm that building now, we may well lose our only chance to find that ship." "So, what, we just sit on our hands and wait?" "I know it's intolerable, Kate, but for now," "I ask that you keep a close watch on the situation, and hope that Will can handle things on his own." "I've seen the list of ingredients he had Abby purchase." "He does in fact have everything he needs to make that counter-toxin." "Now, with luck," "Will will keep Gibbs alive long enough for us to follow him to that ship." "I'm sorry, but there far are too many innocents at stake." "Time's up." "You better have something for me." "Oh, this is ready, but, uh," "I'm not going to give it to him." "The hell you won't." "I've had enough of this lying crap." "Who is this man?" "Stop." "He's in severe tachycardia, which, if you knew anything about Septerrans, you would know that that's impossible." "He's got a heart-rate half that of a human being's." "His body should be shutting down from the toxins." "Would you like to speak to me?" "Stay." "Koda." "Yeah, okay." "You force us in here, you abuse us, you're all kinds of tough, but you know what I think?" "I think you're hiding something." "Sit down." "Okay?" "So he's not a Septerran." "No, he's not." "Then what is he?" "A rare hybrid." "And you've known this all along." "Of course I did." "The plan was to kill him, not save him." "Why?" "So you could get a bigger percentage?" "Gibbs wants to deal in abnormal slaves." "The supplier we're meeting tonight is selling a shipload from Asia." "The ghost ship." "That's your supplier." "We've been looking for that thing for months." "I won't deal in slaves, human or otherwise." "That's not why I joined this crew." "I tried to talk Gibbs out of it, but he said the money was too huge." "Why didn't you turn him in, or come to us?" "Vendetta's reach is too deep." "If it looked like I tried to roll him over," "I'd be dead." "So instead you sicked a Jessoped on him to take him out of the play?" "The only thing I didn't count on was his resistance to the quills." "I was hoping it'd kill him faster." "And when that didn't work, you ruined the only date I've had in months." "I needed someone who might be able to save him-- but would fail." "If you try to save him, and he dies, you might get out of here." "But if they find out you were trying to kill Gibbs..." "You understand?" "Gibbs can't meet that ship." "Not tonight, not ever." "The counter-toxin I made will kill him if I don't modify it." "That's what I'm hoping for" "I knew that bitch was hiding something." "Will..." "You let her go!" "You're gonna finish what you started, and make it fast." "You've got two patients now." "We're in position." "They got one at the door." "Two on the roof." "No one's come in or out of the building." "Far as we know, Will and Abby are still inside." "Oh, God." "How bad is it?" "It's bad, right?" "D-don't look, okay?" "I just want you to breathe." "I'm going to give you the counter-toxin." "No, Will, I told you." "I-I hate needles." "She's not the priority, dude!" "He is." "She's human." "The quills will affect her faster than him." "She needs treatment now!" "Yeah, well, you should have thought of that before you had a scorpion bite my face!" "Make it work, or I put a bullet in her right now." "If you want him to live, nothing happens to her!" "Get to work." "Okay..." "Just stay with me, Abby." "I told you, Will." "It's all about leverage." "That's why they brought me too." "Yeah, I know." "Just keep breathing, okay?" "Was..." "Was the food really that good at Alfredo's?" "I really wanted to try the agnolotti." "I heard it was delicious." "Yeah." "Yeah, it is." "You're going to love it." "I thought maybe we'd start with a nice sangiovese." "Maybe a caprese salad." "And dessert?" "They have this beautiful torta della cioccolata." "It's to die for." "Yummy." "Abby, breathe." "Stay on target, hero." "He dies, she's next" "Yes, I got it!" "What the hell happened?" "Welcome back, man." "How long was I..." "Uh, a few hours." "The ship?" "We still got time to meet it if you're good to go." "Load up the men." "We're leaving." "You're from the Sanctuary, right?" "Yeah." "You did all this?" "Yeah." "Guess I owe you my life." "You bastard!" "Give my regards to Helen Magnus." "Tell her that ship and everything on it now belongs to me." "She seemed nice." "Abby..." "It's okay, Will." "You tried." "No." "Leverage." "I told you." "Yeah..." "And I listened." "Clever boy." "In case one of us got poisoned." "No, no, no, no..." "Will, can't you-- can't you just turn it into a pill, or a-a lotion or something, please?" "Shh, just be still, okay?" "I didn't feel anything." "The needle or the kiss?" "There was a kiss?" "Signal them." "Radio the other trucks." "The ship's only docking for 20 minutes, and we have a lot of guests to transport." "I don't think so!" "Put it down!" "Put it down now!" "Down!" "Put it down!" "Glad you're feeling better." "Long night?" "What time is it?" "It's about noon." "How's that jet lag?" "I just didn't want to go to bed until we" "No, she's fine." "That counter-toxin worked like a charm." "Who knew I had that kind of game, huh?" "From memory, with no lab to speak of." "At gunpoint, no less." "Incredibly well done, Will." "Thank you, and with Gibbs and the slave trades all locked up, it'd say that's what we call a win-win." "True." "However..." "Here we go." "Using my name to get a table at my favorite restaurant?" "Incredibly low-brow, Will." "I'm still trying to make amends with Alfredo." "And I still owe Abby a date, so..." "I've never eaten at this restaurant." "Is the food really that good?" "Oh... it's that good." 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