"Äã²"ÊÇNim" "Ò"ÈºÉúÎïÏ®"÷ÁËMiles" "Clear!" "MilesÉË¿ÚÓúºÏÁË" "¿ÉËûµÄÉíÌåÈ´·¢ÉúÁËÒ"Ð©±ä"¯" "Rich and Daughtery gathered evidence of the new species, and showed it to the world." "To the top of the countdown now, when we conclude with a wild tale of what lies beneath." "Do you think it could be a leftover dinosaur?" "Partly." "Within six months, we will be on the brink of an ecological disaster." "Want us to bring 'em in?" "(announcer) But Lee will do anything to shut them down." "We're past that." "[knock at door] Front desk, I have a fax here... (announcer) Now Surface continues." "[softly] Wait!" "(Daughtery) What?" "Nobody knows we're here, who's gonna be sending us a fax?" "I don't know." "Ann, or the network, or something?" "All right, tell them to slip it under the door though." "Yean, can you--can you slip it under the door, please?" "I need a signature, ma'am." "Since when do they need a signature for a fax?" "Get that latch." "Rich." "Hold it." "I am!" "What are you doing?" "I'm leaving!" "Come on, come on, come on, come on." "It's tight." "It's tight." "4th floor, room directly below." "All right, they're gone." "Come on." "Okay." "Check all the stairwells!" "Well?" "No one's in the hall." "But, you know, I think we should wait it out." "They ain't gonna be fooled for long." "We're better off making a run for it." "I'm telling you." "Come on, let's go." "[whispers] There." "Keep going!" "Okay!" "Go!" "Wait, what?" "Get out of here, go!" "Get going!" "I'll catch up." "[garbled radio transmission]" "What happened?" "Let's go." "Cab." "Where to?" "Anywhere." "Just keep going." "I'll tell you where in a second." "My God, Rich, is that a gun?" "Yeah." "Shh." "What, is that blood?" "Are you bleeding?" "It's all right." "Ain't my blood." "All right, let's see who we got here." "Agency of Strategic Intelligence." "Agent John Goldman." "Well, I guess it's official." "Come on!" "It's time to go!" "All right." "I guess." "Remarkable." "No indication of a bite wound at all." "Temperature's normal." "So what was it, Mitchell?" "You said you'd know better once the lab results were in." "F.U.O.?" "What's that?" "We're still calling it a Fever of Unknown Origin." "Meaning, you have absolutely no idea what happened." "You lucked out." "Well, forgive me, but that's not very reassuring." "Mom, could I just have a moment alone with Dr. Ashton?" "Oh, um, sure." "So I was just wondering about the unknown origin part." "Mm-hmm?" "Is it possible that my fever was caused by some physiological change?" "Maybe a tissue anomaly." "Like a collagen vascular or granulomatosis disease?" "You were just wondering this?" "I looked some stuff up online." "Miles, we had a pretty intense scare, you and I." "So just tell me, what's on your mind." "Is it possible that if some weird thing bites you, that your body changes?" "Like, you become like it in some way?" "You're 14, Miles." "Your body changes daily." "Some of those changes are pretty strange." "We don't need any granulomatosis disease, or anything else to explain it, it's just life." "Stand up." "You're fine." "Perfectly normal." "Hey, Laura, where have you been?" "I've been trying to get in touch with you all morning." "I know, uh, we couldn't really get to a phone." "Well, the feedback from the show has been phenomenal." "Countdown was bombarded with all sorts of emails and responses..." "Oh...oh, my God." "Rich, are you okay?" "Yeah." "Something's happened." "I don't understand why these people would be after you." "No, not just people, okay?" "We're talking about the Agency of Strategic Intelligence." "Did they show a warrant or a subpoena?" "Um, no, these guys were more like, uh, the mob." "What were they gonna do?" "I mean, the story's already out there." "They can discredit the story." "We're the only living witnesses." "That's right, it's the living part they got a problem with." "Wow, okay, uh..." "This is getting scary." "And interesting." "Let me go to the office." "Make some calls." "Jack Cooper at SOCOM." "Wait, wait, Jack Cooper?" "Who's that?" "He's a Marine colonel." "A friend I can trust." "Someone who might be able to make some sense out of this." "But you don't tell him we're here." "No, you have my word." "Okay." "And in the meantime, you guys make yourself at home." "Not much in the fridge, but it's all yours, okay?" "All right?" "I'll call you later?" "Thank you." "Wait, we ain't answering your phone." "Well, uh, I'll ring once and then let it hang up, and you pick it up after that." "That's good." "All right." "Thank you, Ann." "Thank you." "[door closes]" "You really think they we're gonna kill us?" "Damn right, I do." "All I can think about is just Jesse." "When am I gonna see Jesse again?" "That's all I can think about." "We've been through this, all right?" "You wanna see Jesse, I wanna see my little girls." "But we both know if we try to contact them, we're only putting them at more risk." "I mean, they found us at a dang hotel, for goodness sakes." "I know." "You're friend, she's asking the right questions." "Did they have a subpoena?" "No." "They give us a search warrant?" "Uh-uh." "I'm telling you right now, those guys would've thrown us off that balcony, if they'd half a chance." "They probably killed Jackson." "You don't know that." "Where the hell is he then?" "Why hasn't he tried to contact us?" "We are on to something big." "Something bigger than my brother, something bigger than a new species." "Okay?" "So let's think about that." "When we think about our kids." "Hi, Caitlin, right?" "Yeah, is Miles home?" "Yeah, he's upstairs." "I'll get him." "No, it's okay." "[door opens] Caught you." "Pornography?" "Um...algebra homework." "Want to see something cool?" "Sure." "Okay." "What?" "Um...nothing." "Just, um..." "My parents have this rule, we're not supposed to keep the door closed if there's, like-- What?" "Like...a girl over." "I mean, not that anything's gonna happen." "You never know." "Okay." "Check this out." "So, I know you've been missing your sea monster." "I hooked you up with your own personal webcam of the aquarium." "So you can look in on him." "I felt bad, 'cause I mean, it's actually kind of my fault that they're not letting you see him, so..." "Thanks." "Oh, there's this great party at Wrightsville tonight, if you're up for it." "School night." "My parents have all these rules." "God, don't let the rules stop you." "Hey, Ms. Barnett." "Let me know." "Oh, my God." "I have 81 new messages." "Holy cow." "I guess people are starting to talk." "Yeah, but what kind of people?" ""End of days." "Fear the quickening."" ""Creatures killed Kennedy."" "Look at this one." ""North Carolina Killing."" "It says the guy was attacked in Wilmington." "His fingers bit off, his eyes fried out." "Oh, boy, here we go." "What's this nut saying?" "Wait, what's this?" ""Have you seen this?" "Plausibility T. Figurehead."" "(Rich) Hey." "Rich, that's the one that was in Cirko's office." "Mm-hmm, it's the flower." "Should we reply to that, or...?" "What?" "No, you didn't just ask me that." "You should know by now, anything can be traced, anything." "So, you think it's a trap?" "No, but that doesn't matter." "We gotta sit tight, okay." "Just..." "I feel like the story's out there." "You know, it's viral." "I mean, you know, this person obviously knows something." "Doesn't matter." "I'm replying." "Aw, come on." "Now see, you shouldn't have done that." "You shouldn't have done that." "Tell you right now, that wasn't a good idea, I guarantee it." "There's no SWAT teams coming through the window." "Give 'em time!" "(Rich) Shut it down right now." "Come on, let's not be stupid, huh?" "Hey." "That's new." "Do not answer that." "Hey." "See, that's exactly the type of high-tech stuff" "I'm talking about." "Now see what happens?" "Rich, you don't know that." "(Rich on Computer) That's exactly the type of high-tech stuff" "I'm talking about, now see what happens?" "(Daughtery on Computer) You don't know that." "All right, that's a trace." "That is a trace, shut it down." "Shut it down." "(deep computer voice) Answer." "Adenine." "Cytosine." "Guanine." "Thymine." "And..." "What is that?" "(deep computer voice) Answer." "Guanine, Thymine, and..." "Uracil." "(deep computer voice) Correct." "Dr. Daughtery?" "Hey." "Yes?" "Who is this?" "(deep computer voice) I saw your story on MSNBC." "Uh, how are you... how are you doing this to my computer?" "(deep computer voice) Not all technology is in the public domain." "I was very interested in your comments on Liopleurodon." "How did you sequence the DNA?" "I have tissue samples." "(deep computer voice) I would be very interested in examining the samples myself." "Would this be possible?" "Uh, sorr--who is this?" "(deep computer voice) A friend." "A friend." "[whispers] This is crazy, man." "(deep computer voice) I can't divulge my identity." "I have a need for anonymity." "Perhaps you have experienced a similar need." "No." "No way, man." "No deal, buddy." "(deep computer voice) If I wanted to harm you," "I could find easier ways." "What the hell is that?" "It's us." "I don't want to harm you." "Okay..." "What do we get out of it?" "(deep computer voice) Answers." "I've left something in the city." "As a token of my good will." "Do not digitize this information." "100 Leary Street." "Get a pen." "Get a pen." "(deep computer voice) The code is 576.0162." "The code for what?" "...A-R." "The code for what?" "Hey!" "Hi." "How'd you get the hall pass?" "I told my mom we were study partners." "And from different schools." "That's a--that's a bold choice." "Caitlin, how you doing?" "Hey." "They your friends?" "Yeah, they go to Eisenhower with me." "Must be fun." "Eisenhower, I mean." "Like you don't have parties at Del Mar." "Not on Monday night." "No, not so much." "Caitlin!" "Hey." "What's up?" "Miles, this is Lionel and Mark." "Lionel and Mark, Miles." "'Sup, dude?" "Hey, you guys want a pull?" "Nah, I'm good." "Hey, wanna go swimming?" "Absolutely not." "It's freezing!" "Caitlin, that's the point." "No." "All right, we'll check you guys later." "Okay." "Bye." "Later." "They're the first two guys I met when I moved here." "They're idiots, but sweet idiots." "So, where are we going?" "Uh, I don't really know how to sail." "Don't worry, it's not like you need any special training or anything." "So, are you cold?" "Not really." "You're supposed to say yes." "Damn!" "Ow." "Okay, that was weird." "I'm--I'm sorry." "No, not your fault." "It was probably just the static off the mast or something." "Where are you going?" "Ow!" "Okay, what's going on?" "Miles, what's wrong?" "(Lionel) Mark!" "Mark!" "Jonathan!" "Where are you guys?" "Something's wrong." "Turn it off!" "Turn off the music!" "Mark!" "Where are you?" "Mark!" "What happened?" "Mark and Jonathan!" "They went under and they never came up!" "I tried to find them, I swear!" "Mark!" "(Lionel) Mark!" "Mark!" "Hey, don't go out there!" "No!" "Something's in the water." "Mark!" "Jonathan!" "100 Leary Street." "Wait a minute." "We're being given the gift of literacy?" "Explains the code." "Huh?" "How's that?" "Dewey Decimal System." "26, right?" "576 over here, here you go." "Here you go, right here." "Where?" "Here, here." "This--this should be it." "Okay." "Right?" "What's this?" "Yeah, this side, yeah?" "Ah, here it is." "Origin of Species." "Okay, let's see." "Is that it?" "No..." "Dammit, how's this supposed to help us out?" "Lemme see it." "Rich?" "Rich?" "Rich?" "Uh, all right." "(Daughtery) Look at that." "Look, there's fake IDs." "What is this?" "Credit cards?" "And let me see this." "Look it's got our photos on it and everything." "He must've taken stills from the news piece." "That is a terrible picture of me." "Wow, look at that phone." "Look at this thing." "Hello?" "(computer voice) Dr. Daughtery, please." "Okay." "It's for you." "Hello?" "Hello, Dr. Daughtery." "Why are you doing all this?" "I wanna create good faith." "It is a gift." "The phone you have in your hand is untraceable." "You will find debit cards wired to an unlimited bank account." "Quite helpful if you're a fugitive." "Listen, uh, we can't accept all of this." "Please accept it as a token of appreciation for what you have done so far." "What have we done?" "You've survived." "That's an accomplishment." "If you've given us all these things, there's obviously something you want in return." "I told you," "I would like to get a look at the DNA samples of the species." "Why?" "They will enable me to answer certain lingering questions that I have." "Questions about what?" "Questions of the agent who" "Who..." "Framed thy fearful symmetry." "I'm sorry, I just don't understand what you're talking about." "I'd rather not discuss it this way." "Face-to-face?" "And perhaps you could bring the samples with you?" "Would you be interested?" "I--uh" "Good." "Thank you." "I'll be in touch with arrangements within 24 hours." "Um..." "What?" "What'd he say?" "What'd he say?" "I have no idea." "(boy #1) Jonathan!" "(boy #2) Mark!" "Jonathan!" "Mark!" "Jonathan!" "(Miles) What are they doing?" "They're just trying to see if they didn't get drunk and pass out in the dunes somewhere." "They weren't in the dunes, they were in the water!" "They're just trying to do something." "(boy #1) Mark!" "Mark!" "Jonathan!" "Hey, hey." "We found something!" "No!" "No!" "They found something." "Come on." "Aren't you coming?" "I know what they found." "Miles, Jared, I need you." "Thanks for coming back, Miles." "I came in this morning at 7:00 and found a lab tech collapsed near the door to the tank room." "Attacked last night." "By Nim?" "He's out of his tank, Miles." "Totally out of control." "What'd you do to him?" "Nothing." "No one can get near him." "(Miles) Where is he?" "Um, Sean, hi." "Uh, it's Daughtery." "Well, I guess you can see me." "I'm not used to these." "I'm sorry, um, listen." "Um, I, um," "I'm sure you've seen the MSNBC thing by now." "I got a film of" "(both) the new vertebrate." "(Daughtery) And it was on TV." "Um, and as you know, um, there's something very strange about the way the government is responding to it." "And, um, Sean, I need a huge favor." "You know, um, Carolyn Pizzoli at Berkeley?" "Um, she has tissue samples, okay, that I need." "Um, and she'll know which ones I'm talking about." "And I need you to go to Berkeley and go see her and get them." "And bring them to me, okay?" "I will text you an address where to meet me." "Don't tell anyone that I've contacted you." "And please, most importantly, tell Jesse that I love him, and I miss him dearly with all my heart, and show him this, and tell him what I said, I love a goodnight." "He'll know what that means." "[sighs]" "Help me, Obi-Wan, you're my only hope." "[chuckles]" "Bye." "That was last night." "A little after 9:00." "He was just making his rounds." "He wasn't doing anything to provoke him." "Is he okay?" "The guy?" "(Jared) 11 stitches." "But, yeah, it looks like." "I mean, he wasn't threatening Nim in any way." "We're at a loss as to what prompted this." "(Miles) Same time as the attack on the beach." "Miles, Miles, what-- what are you doing?" "It's a wild animal." "Miles, you can't go in." "It's too dangerous." "Nim won't hurt me." "(Miles) Come on out, Nimmy." "Nim?" "Nim, it's all right." "It's me, Nim." "It's Miles." "What's it doing?" "I think it's purring." "Sean, Sean." "Hey." "Hey." "The samples." "Any luck?" "Oh, thanks." "So I guess this means you're not taking Jesse on Saturday." "You know I can't." "You know that I want to." "But I cannot." "That's a real funky way of showing it, Daughtery." "You're really living up to your maternal responsibilities." "Come on, man, look." "You know what?" "There's a lot of things going on right now you just don't understand, all right, man?" "Is that a gun?" "[scoffs] What the hell's wrong with you two?" "You're both nuts." "This is" "Sean, wait a second." "Sean." "Sean?" "Listen to me, Sean." "Look, I know you don't understand this right now, but you will, I promise you will." "You know what, you should know something, Daughtery." "Cheryl and I are getting married." "That's--that's great." "Congrat" "Congratulations, Sean." "That's awesome." "Yeah, hopefully it'll give Jesse some stability." "Oh, almost forgot." "This?" "That's from your son." "What can I say?" "Everyone who knew Jonathan remembers the smile he always had on his face." "His ability to see the good, regardless of the situation." "It's amazing how he could lift the spirits of someone." "Just by being near them." "(man) Thank you, Laurie." "And now Jonathan's brother Stan." "Miles." "Why are you sitting all alone?" "I don't really know anybody." "You know half the town." "And you know me." "I looked for you today at the aquarium." "I left messages." "I know." "You didn't call back." "What's going on?" "I-I don't know." "My dad said that you're the only one that does know." "Don't." "Don't touch me." "I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "It's just--I'm--I'm sick, Caitlin." "I'm sick." "Uh, I" "I" "What?" "Nothing." "Miles." "Look, it's crossroads Rte. 5 and 21." "Mm-hmm." "Well, this is it." "Hey, look, look, look." "[plane approaching]" "Mr. Connelly, Dr. Daughtery." "All ready?" "I guess so." "Ready as we're ever gonna be." "Oh, I'm sorry." "There must be some miscommunication." "I thought, we thought it was understood." "The invitation was for Dr. Daughtery only." "Oh, yeah, that's a huge miscommunication." "Because it's both of us or nobody." "Well, I'll take good care of her, Mr. Connelly." "She'll be right back here in 24 hours." "(Rich) No way." "I look stupid to you?" "No chance in hell." "(pilot) Very well then." "I'll pass along the message." "It was nice to meet you both." "Rich?" "Huh?" "No, don't be an idiot." "Come on, I mean, I have a good feeling about this." "Remember what that guy said?" "He would've harmed us if he wanted to." "We don't know anything about that guy." "(Daughtery) Remember what you told me?" "(Rich) What?" "I tell you lots of things." "Yeah, you told me that we need to persevere and try to find out what the hell is going on here." "Because what's at stake is our families." "Your girls, Rich." "My Jesse." "That's what this is about, right?" "Right?" "[sighs] I don't like it." "I don't like it." "If you don't mind, I'm gonna have to ask that you wear this blindfold until we reach our destination." "I'm sorry, but it's the only way." "Um..." "Okay." "There you go, now just watch your elbow there." "All right." "(Jared) It started again." "We were observing, he seemed fine." "Then all of a sudden." "Hurry up, butt wipe." "(Savannah) I know you're in there, Miles." "Go away." "Well, will you just hand me my red T-shirt, then?" "[Savannah knocks] Hello?" "[knocks] Hello?" "[jiggles handle]" "You look rough." "Yeah, you too." "Why do you always have to take everything the wrong way?" "(Dr. Blum) Anybody else in there?" "(Jared) No, it's secure." "(Savannah) You're turning into a real monster, you know that?" "(Savannah) Mom!" "Get the tranq darts!" "He's killing himself!" "[low growling]" "(Pilot) Step, step." "There's a landing here." "Step." "Okay." "Now." "It'll just take a second for your eyes to acclimate." "But just try to relax." "You're safe here." "Uh, when do I get to meet Mr. Big?" "Soon enough." "What's that?" "Whoa, whoa, wait." "I need to sweep you as a final precaution." "Legs apart, please." "But, um..." "After all that you've put me through, you really think that I'm here to bust you?" "That which we intend is not always that which we accomplish." "Just ask Lisa Meitner." "Lisa Meitner?" "Austrian physicist, right?" "(Pilot) Uh-huh, yup." "She escaped the Nazis in 1939, and went on to discover nuclear fission." "She envisioned a world made prosperous by unlimited atomic energy." "Instead, they hijacked her research to develop an atomic weapon." "You're him, aren't you?" "Who?" "Mr. Big." "...information regarding this creature" "(Sheriff) How long has the thing been here?" "A week?" "A month?" "You didn't tell anybody." "(Dr. Blum) We had no idea what it is." "We didn't know it was the same species that attacked those boys." "We get a report about this kid over by Drawbridge?" "14 or 15." "Hospitalized just last week in another attack." "This thing is starting to become an epidemic..." "It was you, wasn't it?" "The boy who was hospitalized was you." "(Sheriff) Give us something to work with here, you gotta help us a little bit..." "It's okay, Miles." "No, it's not." "Whatever's going on with you, I wanna know." "Believe me, you don't." "Miles." "I don't normally do this, you know." "Throw myself at some guy." "I mean, I'm kind of out here on a limb for you." "Miles, stop." "If you want me to leave you alone, just say so." "I don't." "I really don't." "What then?" "Whatever your secret is, I don't care." "Really." "No static." "See?" "You're fine." "Gotta take my Statin." "I have an APOE E4 allele that I'm heterozygous for." "You have the gene that increases your risk of heart disease?" "Mm." "I was messing around with my own code one Sunday, and there it was." "The gene?" "Mm-mm." "The corporation wouldn't approve." "What corporation?" "You don't need to worry about that." "There really is no corporation." "It's a long story." "Samples." "I thought this was a whole, you know, government cover-up" "There is no government cover-up." "Of course, I'm sure there are agents within" "What?" "But the government is largely ignorant of the scope of the situation." "So you work for this non-existing corporation?" "Yes." "After a while you start to wonder if maybe you don't exist." "The samples?" "Right." "Sorry." "Here." "Here's, uh, here's my part of the deal." "And then your part is to just give me some answers." "Um, does the corporation have a name?" "Not a name." "There's hundreds of names." "Shells within shells." "The worlds left to plunder aren't out there anymore, they're in here." "Okay." "But what's your specialty?" "RNA enzymes." "I alter them." "To do what?" "To function like scissors." "Snip out flawed gene segments." "Splice in corrected new versions." "I envisioned a world where tissue could self-repair overnight." "Maybe not in my lifetime, but someday." "You envisioned a world where your work would be used for good." "Yeah." "Silly me." "Those are my artificial chromosomes." "In your new vertebrate." "I'm sorry, did, um..." "Are you saying that this" "Are you saying that this creature was designed?" "I prefer the word engineered." "Um..." "You built this thing?" "Me, and--I'm just guessing here--about 2,500 others." "You made this animal." "Why?" "Why would you" "Why would you do such a thing?" "Because we could."