Hunger, the poet once said...
is the most important thing we know...
the first lesson we learn.
But hunger can be easily quieted down, easily satiated.
There is another force, a different type of hunger...
an unquenchable thirst that cannot be extinguished.
Its very existence is what defines us...
what makes us human.
That force is love.
Uh, folks, this is your captain up in the flight deck.
We are on our final descent into New York for an on-time arrival.
We want to thank you for flying Regis Air...
and encourage that you ask us...
any connecting gate information you may need.
We're looking at partly cloudy skies...
- and may hit a little turbulence on our approach... -
- So make sure those seat belts are fastened. - Not again.
- Yes? - Rose, get back here! Now!
I need your help!
- We're landing. Whatever it is can wait. - Now! Come now!
All right, relax.
Sir? We're landing.
- Would you power off your device? - You call this a device?
You have to turn it off.
It's like when a cop calls a car a "vehicle"...
or, uh, when he calls you "sir" when he means "asshole."
Having a little gig in New York coming up.
You give me three or four of those little baby vodkas, I'll get you a front-row seat.
Turn it off. Put your seat up.
We're landing, sir.
Ma'am.
- Seat backs in the upright position. - Finally.
- - Flight attendants, prepare for landing.
On behalf of the cabin crew...
I want to say that we know you have many choices when it comes to air travel...
Peter. You haven't done anything back here! This place is a mess!
- There's something in the plane. - What do you mean?
Inside the plane! Something alive in the cargo hold!
We'd like to extend a special thank you...
to any Black Platinum Award members flying with us tonight...
and encourage all our passengers to...
What the hell do you mean? Like a dog?
No. Something really, really big.
I heard it move.
A thumping underneath the floor. I heard it trying...
No, Peter. There are no animals on the manifest.
It tried to open the latch. I heard a noise. Then it moved away.
But you can feel it moving.
Flight crew, prepare for arrival.
- Did you see it? - Nothing. I just think that you heard...
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Go to Captain Redfern! Tell him to warn the landing crew!
And get emergency services! There's someone down there!
It's gonna give!
Bravo Delta 347, you're clear for Taxiway Foxtrot.
Bravo Delta 347, clear for Taxiway Foxtrot.
Regis Air 753, this is Kennedy Ground.
Regis Air 753, Kennedy Ground.
Regis 753, Kennedy Ground. Over.
What the...
Bishop!
A Regis Air flight out of Berlin... a 767 wide-body...
stopped on the service apron!
What's it doing there? Apron's dead. That's a blind spot.
The plane just went dark. Just shut down. Flat-out quit.
No lights, no radio, no nothing.
Regis 753, Kennedy Ground. Over.
Regis 753, Kennedy Ground. Please respond. Over.
Okay. Shut down Foxtrot. Clear all the gates and advise reroute.
- How many aboard? - Almost full flight, sir.
- Uh, passengers and crew, about 210 souls. - Holy Jesus.
Shouldn't we wait for first responders, sir?
Bishop!
Bishop, wait!
Engines are shut down.
No lights.
Whoa. It's cold.
It's like a dead animal.
There's something really wrong here.
It's like it never moved.
This looks so much bigger from the ground than on the screen.
I mean, they're like buildings with wings.
All the window shades are shut. You see that?
Bishop!
- Hey, fellas. - Bishop.
Not all of 'em.
Scramble all emergency vehicles to Taxiway Foxtrot.
SWAT? Homeland Security?
Port Authority, FBI, TSA, CDC.
Robbie, no one on the tower calls home.
No one shares the news.
This is bad. Real bad.
We got ourselves a dead airplane.
Hey, buddy, you can't park there. There's a fire hydrant.
- It's a medical emergency. - Oh, is it really?
Well, it will be if I can't get this tie on right.
- You know how to tie this? - I don't know, man. I wear a clip-on.
- You're on your own. - You waiting for somebody?
- Yeah. Why? - Here's what I need you to do.
The meter maid comes by, you tell him it's official CDC business. Okay?
Yeah, sure thing.
Zack.
Hey, man.
- Hey, dude. - You're late.
- Five minutes. It can't be helped. - Ten, Dad.
- Ten? Okay. - This is wrong.
Maybe... Maybe 10.
Well, I got a good feeling about this.
Wish us luck.
Good luck.
Five minutes. I know, I know. I'm sorry.
Ten.
I... I texted you.
- Mmm. - Five times.
I wouldn't have gotten that 'cause I don't text when I drive. It's not safe.
- Dr. Goodweather, I... - Eph. Please.
She gets "Kelly," my son gets "Zack"...
so Ephraim, or Eph, please.
Dr. Goodweather, this is the last of six...
court-appointed custody counseling sessions.
You've been late for four of them.
You're gonna say that I'm late because I don't want to be here. You might be onto something.
But I have a good reason.
There was this outbreak of hantavirus in this Alphabet City preschool...
which is extremely rare this far north and east...
Dr. Goodweather, every time you come in, you take over the session.
Because I have control issues. I know.
But I have to defend myself here...
because this might be my last chance.
And I've thought long and hard about this.
It seems like you two have created this narrative wherein I'm the bad guy.
But why?
Because I don't want out of my marriage.
'Cause I want things back the way they were.
But this isn't just about you, Eph.
What you want. Not anymore.
I'm an epidemiologist.
If I take time off, if I go fly-fishing, people die.
I get that you have an important job, Ephraim. You're great at your job.
You get straight A's at your job.
But I'm flunking our marriage. Is that it?
What are you writing? Please stop writing.
How horrible am I?
You're not horrible.
You're just barely present.
I've done everything you've asked me to in order to get us back together again.
I quit drinking.
You wanted time alone so I moved out, against my own wishes.
I've jumped through every hoop. Tell me what you need.
Our time apart has only clarified things for me.
It's allowed me to make room in my life for Matt.
- We're going to be living together now, and... - Matt?
The Sears guy you were talking about?
- My house? - Matt is a operational manager.
- At Sears. - Yeah, and he gets straight A's at his job too.
But at home he's present.
Unlike you, he's... he's always here.
For both of us.
Does he drive a green Prius?
You want me to quit my job?
I'll do it. I'll quit my job.
- I don't want you to quit for me. - I wouldn't be.
I'd be quitting because of you, for Zack...
so he isn't driving around Queens in a green goddamn Prius.
- Dr. Goodweather. - It's too late, Eph.
I love you, but...
How can you love me and it be too late?
You want a guy who's crazy about Zack?
Check.
A guy who's crazy about you? Check.
Decent? Employed?
Check. Check.
Can't you see that this is the problem, Eph?
This is who you are.
Go.
- Nora, how bad is it? - It's crazy.
I have, like, 12 different agency officials...
about to have a dick-measuring contest here.
No, it's an international flight docking out of Berlin.
The CDC gets the first call. I can be there in 20 minutes.
Can you keep the measuring contest going that long?
Don't worry. I'll show them mine.
Might just work.
Sorry.
I guess the meter reader didn't see it as much of an emergency.
Matt, huh?
Yeah, that's me.
Interesting.
You know, it's too bad I'm in such a rush, Matt.
But I'm sure I'll see you again at my house.
You drive safe now, you hear?
Hey, boss.
- Got my milk? - Uh, yeah, here.
Homeland Security is just desperate to push the button on a terror alert.
They're ready to get on that plane right now.
Jim, terrorists usually crash planes, not land them and shut 'em down.
- What are the 911 calls saying? - There haven't been any.
- None? - Uh-uh. - Oh, shit.
Dr. Goodweather. Dr. Goodweather.
When we flew to Chicago last week, we sat on the tarmac for half an hour...
people were freaking out, texting, calling.
- There have been 200 people sitting there silently for... - Over an hour now.
Pilots?
Absolutely no movement.
- Have you done heat readings? - Surface of the plane is too cold.
Blocks it all like a screen.
We got Delsar mikes attached to the surface of the plane. Picked up mostly silence.
- Mostly? - Well, cooling pings from the sheet metal contracting.
Oh, and there's, uh, this.
- What do you think that is? - Rustling of some sort.
Our experts think it's the engines shutting down or liquid settling.
- How long between landing and shutdown? - Six minutes.
It's too short a window for a contagious event...
so I think CDC should take a back seat on this one.
- I agree. - Do you?
Absolutely I do.
- How often do you touch your face? - What?
- In a day. How often? - I don't know. Once an hour?
Every three minutes. You have mouth-hand contact every five minutes.
You touch somebody else every 20 minutes. That's how contagion works.
You don't like terrorists? Try negotiating with a virus.
A virus exists only to find a carrier and reproduce.
That's all it does, and it does it quickly.
It has no political views, it has no religious beliefs, it has no cultural hang-ups...
and it has no respect for a badge.
It has no concept of time or geography.
It might as well be the Middle Ages...
except for the convenience of hitching a ride on a metal tube...
flying from meal to meal to meal.
That's how a plague begins.
So you still want to be the first one through the door?
What do you want us for? We ain't got nothin'.
So we heard you buy silver without a receipt, man. Is that right?
I'm always in need of good silver, yes.
Okay, well, uh, can I get, uh, 50... for this?
It's a very nice timepiece indeed.
I see that the band links have snapped.
You must have been in a hurry taking it off.
Can I, uh... Can I get 50 for it?
I can offer you maybe... 25.
If the test is good.
Unfortunately, this is merely silver-plated brass.
A cheap Eastern European knockoff.
Listen very carefully, son.
I know your little friend has a gun and the hammer is cocked, but I don't care.
I can control your entire body weight from this pressure point.
And this knife is pointing straight at your radial artery.
By the time he clears his coat pocket...
your artery will be punctured and sliced wide open from top to bottom.
You fall down bleeding, I go under the counter...
and your friend starts shooting at an empty space.
I can guarantee you this... you will bleed out before the 911 operator answers the phone.
That is option one.
Option two is you release the bills, your friend gives me the gun...
he can keep the bullets... I don't care... and you leave this store.
Now, son, you have a choice.
Is there anything else I can do for you gentlemen this evening?
...were among those killed.
Investigators are trying to determine what sparked the fire...
but they do not believe it was suspicious.
We have more now...
on the developing story out of JFK Airport tonight.
You're looking at live video of the airplane...
identified as a Regis Air wide-body jet.
It originated in Berlin...
and it shut down just moments after landing.
We are told there has been no communication from the pilot.
- All attempts to contact the flight crew... - Berlin.
Inside the aircraft have been unsuccessful.
Federal and local agencies are on the scene...
including officials from the Port Authority...
♪ I wandered today ♪
♪ To the hills, Maggie ♪
♪ To watch the scene below ♪
♪ The creek ♪
♪ And the creaking old mill, Maggie ♪
♪ As we used to long ago ♪
♪ The green grove is gone ♪
♪ From the hills, Maggie ♪
♪ Where first the daisies ♪
♪ Sprung ♪
♪ The creaking old mill ♪
♪ Is still, Maggie ♪
♪ Since you and I ♪
♪ Were young ♪
He's back.
I, uh...
I don't know if I have the strength to do it all over again.
This time...
I cannot fail.
Feeling hungry?
Enjoy, dear.
♪ When you and I ♪
♪ Were ♪
♪ Young ♪♪
I'm not looking forward to what we'll see out there.
You with me?
Mysterious dead plane on the tarmac not exciting enough?
Sorry.
It's just another...
court-mandated happy family therapy day.
I noticed. You cut your hair.
You cleaned up nicely.
- Did you break out a tie? - It's in my jacket pocket.
- Did it help? - Uh, no.
In fact, it didn't. She wants to take Zack away from me.
And there's a... man-child...
living in my house with my son.
Careful.
Stay focused.
You and Kelly have been separated for a year. Things happen.
- It happened to us. - Oh, that's different.
- How is it different? - It just is.
I don't think Kelly would agree.
- She doesn't know. I never told her. - You didn't?
No. She, uh...
She filed, so I didn't tell her. She doesn't know.
You really know nothing about women, do you?
Okay, boss.
- Ready to go through the looking glass? - Ready, Jim.
I got your milk.
Keep it cold till I come back.
Oh, my God.
Jim, do you see this?
It's every passenger, everyone on the plane.
Yeah, we're seeing it.
They're all dead.
What is it, Eph? What killed them?
No signs of struggle.
No signs of blistering or chemical agents.
No bruising.
Faint discoloration.
No markings.
Shit. What is it?
Something sudden.
Painless.
All the window shades are closed except for this one.
Is it a gas leak? Is it chemical?
The Hazmat CA T's picking up high levels of ammonia.
Nothing deadly though.
There shouldn't be any ammonia in the plane systems.
- Jim, check the cargo manifest. - Got it.
I need a cargo manifest. What about the Geiger?
It's negative, Jim.
No visible signs of trauma.
No bloating.
The tongue and soft palate appear pale, almost white.
Eyes are clear.
The skin is dry. It's inelastic.
There's no frothing, no nosebleeds.
There's no signs of struggle.
Almost peaceful.
Let's try the UV lights.
My God.
What is this?
Are you getting this?
These patterns are everywhere, all over the cabin.
They're only visible under UV light.
The pattern is biological.
Probably where the ammonia is coming from.
I'm taking samples.
You take the front galley. I'll take the rear.
Jimbo.
What is this?
No "Jimbo," please.
Um, that's the cargo compartment.
Have it emptied, take each piece of luggage...
and check it for biological agents and ammonia spectrum.
Got it.
Jim?
Cockpit door just opened.
It should be locked.
Nora, that door's not supposed to be open.
Just gonna take a quick look.
Back out of there right now. Okay? That door's supposed to be locked.
You shouldn't be in there alone.
Nora, can you hear me? Eph!
The door to the cockpit is open. Nora is inside.
Nora? Eph?
Come on, guys. Somebody talk to me.
Nora! I'm coming!
Help me.
Lady, get the light outta my face!
I'm sending in SWAT!
No, Jim. Send paramedics.
We've got survivors.
- Mr. Palmer. - Shh.
It's his dialysis session.
He's asleep.
Well, then wake him up.
- When he's ready. - Now.
In time.
Dialysis complete.
How long have you worked for Stoneheart, Mr. Fitzwilliam?
All my life, sir.
Mr. Palmer aided me and my brothers after my father passed.
Gratitude.
What an effective leash.
Herr Eichhorst.
Mr. Palmer.
Herr Eichhorst is here to pay his respects.
I'll be outside if you need me.
You may notice how chilly it has gotten in here, Eichhorst.
Twenty full degrees cooler than the rest of the building.
But not too cold for you, I trust.
Of course.
It can't be too cold for you, can it?
The cargo has arrived safely.
And all four survivors have been found.
Throughout my life...
I've learned what it feels to cross a line...
to do things...
things that cannot be undone.
That line...
It has been crossed now, hasn't it?
Your breath.
- I'll never get used to... - Yes.
Even I miss breathing sometimes.
Here we go.
Wait for me. It won't be long.
Everett.
Eph.
How bad is it?
The NTSB has taken over a refrigerated chemical warehouse in the Bronx.
They've turned it into a fully contained mass casualty morgue.
That's not necessary, Everett. These bags are triple-sealed.
I'm handing a dozen bodies over to the CME...
four from each section of the plane, for autopsies.
- And the four survivors? - I've secured the isolation rooms at a local hospital.
- We need to move them there right away. - Of course.
- I'm sure they'll comply. - Comply? I'm not asking.
I'm invoking the Health Powers Act. Those four survivors stay.
Quarantine?
It's within the powers of the CDC, Everett. You know that.
Look, if you quarantine...
I need you to meet with the next of kin, reassure them the CDC's on the case.
Fine.
We're trying to figure out what caused this.
Isn't that what's most important for us?
Yes, of course, but it's also important that we don't have full-tilt panic.
These people need to hear from someone in the field.
We don't know anything yet!
You two figure this out. I don't have time for this shit. Jim?
Yeah.
When he talks to the families, I want no press, Everett.
No press. I promise.
4243.
4249.
Okay, wait. You're telling me only four people survived this plane crash?
- Ms. Luss... - It's Mrs. Luss.
Mrs. Luss, there was no crash.
An unidentified agent killed all of the remaining passengers.
Any information you can give us would be of great help.
- Of great help to whom? - To us, ma'am. The CDC.
Okay, well, I'm no ordinary passenger. I'm Joan Luss.
I'm an attorney...
of Matloff, Luss and Hayum.
So all that information that you're collecting, you're gonna need to get to me.
Personally...
Wh... What are you doing? Don't seal me in. I'm talking to you.
Excuse me, little miss! Don't you walk away from me! I am Joan Luss!
Captain Redfern, this is my colleague, Dr. Martinez.
- What happened on my plane? - That's what we came to ask you.
Now, I want you to try to recall as best you can.
Fresh-cut grass? Garlic? Green apple?
Do you remember smelling any of these odors before you passed out?
What? Grass? Apples?
Mnemonic odors. The way our brain reads chemicals.
Phosphine gas... colorless, smells like garlic.
Or phosgene... very toxic. Smells like freshly cut grass.
I remember landing the plane and turning onto the taxiway.
And then...
I don't remember anything else.
Eph, can I get you for a sec?
Oh, thank God you're here.
I was just telling him I have this noise in my head, like a hum.
Could you have someone look at my ears again?
We'll have somebody perform a full battery of tests.
But for now you need to stay inside this tent, Mr. Barbour.
Y-You don't understand. My wife is gonna panic if I don't call soon.
I need to call home.
Hey, you.
You the guy I gotta talk to around here?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
How about some Demerol, Doc, huh?
I mean, what time's that refreshment cart swing by?
Mr. Bolivar, what was the last thing you remember before landing?
I don't know.
Uh, flickering lights, maybe.
I black out sometimes.
Those cuts on your arm?
Oh, these?
Yeah, I cut. For the fans.
Tell me, this, uh... tattoos, the occult, Satanic thing.
Is this really part of your belief system?
You kidding, Doc?
My father's a Baptist minister.
I'm in it for the pussy.
Eph. There's something you have to see in the cargo area right now.
Okay, let's go.
- Who uncrated this thing? - No one.
This is how it came out. No straps, no containment wrap.
- What is it? What's inside it? - No one's opened it yet.
- What does it say on the manifest? - Not on the manifest.
Got golf clubs, kayaks, machine parts...
40 generators, 10,000 condoms, 10 plasma TVs...
but no box.
Looks like a coffin, doesn't it?
Coffin? It's nine feet tall.
It's old.
It's hand-carved, it's not machined.
Hey, guys. Over here.
Guys, uh, look, we swabbed it...
we ran the Geiger, we did samples of the air and everything is fine.
But the NTSB was crystal clear.
They didn't want us to touch anything.
Help me open it.
Okay.
Soil?
Why would someone ship a box of soil?
What are the chances of someone loading this unchecked and unlisted?
Something this size on a flight bound for the U.S.?
Impossible. Not in today's world.
Jim, get samples from the top, mid, bottom.
- Plastic seal it. - I'm on it.
No one goes near this. Not Customs, not Homeland Security.
Nobody.
Eph, look.
It's a latch.
Why would anyone put a latch on the inside?
Call Berlin. There's gotta be a record of this.
Somebody put this on the plane. We just have to find out who.
A lot of confusion here tonight...
at JFK International Airport, Nestor.
Officials with the Centers for Disease Control...
Hey, man. Who doesn't put your mom first is out-of-his-mind crazy. Right, Z?
Authorities have discovered multiple casualties.
Multiple casualties aboard the stalled airliner, Regis Air Flight 753.
Tonight was a big step for you.
- Shh! - What we don't know is what caused the fatalities.
As you can see behind me...
officials with the CDC are on the scene...
but whether this is any indication of a biological contamination...
Terrorists. Has to be.
What do you think, Z?
Whatever it is, my dad'll handle it.
- Good night. - Good night, sweetheart.
We have no official word on what caused the fatalities...
or what might have caused the catastrophic systems failure...
that afflicted the plane shortly after it landed.
And I need the master list of passengers with their points of embarkation.
Also every place where that plane landed before Berlin.
Eph.
Families are waiting.
You know this is all about him covering his own ass, right?
Just talk to them like you'd like to be talked to.
Tell them what you'd like to hear.
Whatever happens, I'll be there.
Hey.
You hear that?
No. Sorry. Nothing.
What the...
You've got hands, homeboy.
Knocking boys out every day when I was locked up.
Greatest all-time, like Mayweather, brah.
What's up? Hah! Hah! Hah!
When I go pro, when I get rich, I'll let you wash my car.
I'll let him be my driver.
Whoo! That was it.
You'd have been asleep for a week.
Greatest of all time, baby. Greatest of all time!
You are avoiding me, Gus.
This guy.
It's like that?
You just appear out of nowhere?
Reminds me of my ex, huh?
Now I'm gon' tell you like I told her.
How you find me, bitch?
I'll catch up to y'all in a little bit, man.
We good.
What's up?
As we agreed, you will pick up the vehicle at the airport.
The airport? Whole place is on lock.
You don't watch the news, white boy?
You will enter through a service staircase, get the vehicle.
When you get to a barricade, you will be let through.
It's all arranged.
Calm down, 007.
- Never let you down before. - This is different.
I need to make sure you follow my instructions precisely.
Your brother's criminal record...
and your mother's immigration status.
If this is a threat...
you just made a mistake, puto.
It is not a threat.
It is more a reward.
The rest of your fee is in the glove box.
Destination is preprogrammed...
on the GPS in the vehicle.
I get picked up driving a stolen van, that's it, brah.
They're gonna send me back to the bull pen.
Can't go back.
Can't do it, man.
It is not stolen.
You will be let through...
and in the end of it...
your mother's immigration status will be fixed...
your brother's criminal record erased.
I do this for you, that's it... I'm done.
You lose my number and my address.
I'm trying to do the right thing by my mother now.
'Cause if anything happens to her...
I mean anything...
I'll kill your waxy ass.
Three rules.
You will not examine the cargo...
you will not make any stops...
and you will cross the bridge back into Manhattan before daybreak.
Do you understand?
In English then. The three rules.
Screw you.
Suck my dick.
I'll get it done.
Flight 876 will be departing from Gate 23.
Once again, Flight 876 will be departing from Gate 23.
Bolivar! Bolivar!
- - My daughter... My daughter is on that flight!
Bolivar! Bolivar! Bolivar!
Bolivar! Bolivar! Bolivar! Bolivar!
Bolivar! Bolivar!
Sir, this area of the airport is closed.
You have to wait back there with everybody else.
Hey! Settle down, will you? Settle down!
- I need you to settle down! - Bolivar! Bolivar!
Hey! Sir! Sir!
Hey! Sir!
It's all right. Just go get a wheelchair. He's a medical.
You all right? Sir, what do you have here? You have a...
Coumadin. You got a heart condition?
Are you all right?
Bolivar! Bolivar! Bolivar!
You in charge?
What?
I need to talk to someone about that plane.
I recognize some of these names in first class.
That never helps.
Look, Eph.
Just introduce yourself...
and tell them we're on it.
You'll do great.
Go on.
When you said no press, I almost believed you.
I'm Ephraim Goodweather.
I'm the chief medical officer for the Centers of Disease Control here in New York.
I have been asked to introduce myself...
and to give you a preliminary update about where we are in the investigation.
Please. If I could just...
- Please. Please. Please. - My son!
I think I'm supposed to stand here and somehow reassure you.
I can't do that.
206 passengers on Regis Air Flight 753 are dead.
And we don't know why.
Four passengers survived and we don't know why.
What I can tell you, having been the first to board the plane...
is that they all appeared to have died peacefully, without distress.
- That's the only comfort I can give you at this time. -
You want answers... real answers...
to what happened on that plane, and so do I.
And I won't quit until we're all satisfied.
I don't care about your promises!
I want my daughter back! All you do is talk and talk!
That's all you do!
This is my daughter. My daughter Emma.
And I want to see her again... dead, alive.
I'm her father!
Don't you have children of your own?
Don't you have a heart?
Forty-eight hours. I'll get you answers. It's the best I can do.
No, please! Please!
Jesus. Goodweather, what are you doing to me here?
Just tell me what you have.
I'm just getting into it now. I haven't finished cutting all of them yet.
- Just give me anything you can. - Okay. Top of the charts?
This here.
Can you see this?
Here?
Yeah. What is that?
It's an incision.
Deep enough to puncture one wall of the carotid artery without rupturing it.
Razor sharp. Clean cut. No bruising, no trauma.
There's no instrument that can do that.
Not that I'm aware of anyway. Not with this precision.
- Anything else? - Gets way more interesting.
A spot-check of six other corpses revealed the same thing.
The exact same wound in the exact same place.
Are you telling me that the other passengers have the same incision?
Or puncture, yes.
All the ones I've looked at so far.
There is one more intriguing abnormality.
I... I don't... What the hell am I looking at?
- On our screen that looks white. - Because it is.
White and opalescent.
Blood proteins are separating?
No, in fact, there's a complete absence of hypostasis.
No blood pooling anywhere.
And an absolute absence of erythrocytes.
I'll know more once I cut into the liver and kidneys, but...
I'm sorry to do this to you, but you're gonna have to do the preliminary alone.
- I don't want any of this leaking to the press. - Okay, buddy.
- But you'll owe me. - For the rest of my life.
Shit.
This just in. It appears we now have confirmation...
Eph. I'm sorry, but I think you're gonna want to talk to this man.
One of the four surviving passengers is the goth rock star Bolivar.
His followers are up in arms as...
Dr. Goodweather, my name is Abraham Setrakian.
- It's very nice to meet you. I can't talk right now. - Eph.
He says he has some insight into the outbreak here.
Great. Mr. Kent here can take down your information.
Time is of the essence, Doctor.
- It certainly is. Jim? - Eph.
You have to listen to me. I have seen this disease before.
I have faced it before. Y-Y-You must contain it.
You've seen it before? Where?
I assure you, we're taking every available precaution.
You're not. You can't. And he is counting on that.
"He"?
It is too much to say all at once here...
without... sounding crazy.
No, of course not.
Jim, we're going to the cargo hold.
Please take care of this gentleman for me. Thank you.
It's okay. Just come with me.
The bodies. They are not decomposing normally, yes?
- The tissues are still pliable. - How do you know that?
Nora. Nora.
Listen to me now.
What I'm about to say I do not say lightly.
All the passengers on that plane, dead and alive...
they must be destroyed.
What was that?
Destroyed? Okay. Here you go, fellas.
Feel better.
The heads must be severed, the bodies burned... destroyed!
Doctor, did you find the coffin?
If you have the coffin, then you still have him. It is not too late!
Destroy the coffin!
Do not allow it across the river!
As advised by Dr. Goodweather...
I will examine the body under UV light.
How did that old man know about the coffin?
You mean the cabinet?
- He called it a coffin. - I know what he called it.
He also told us to destroy 206 bodies.
And he had a sword.
Nora!
What?
What the hell is that?
Looks like a horsehair worm.
Or a Dirofilaria immitis.
Body is simple. It's just collagen.
Degenerate non-functional digestive system.
- Look at that. - It's beautiful.
It's looking for a host. It's desperate.
So, it's not airborne.
That's the carrier.
Eph, look.
Soil.
Hey! Where's that cabinet?
What cabinet?
There. Right there. Rewind.
Can you go slower? Frame by frame?
- There must be a gap or a cut. - No, there's no cut.
Watch the time code.
Wait, two seconds. Go back.
Start there.
Wait. Wait. There!
What's that distortion?
I don't know.
But it grabs the box...
and lifts off... up.
That box was 500 pounds. Nothing can lift it up like that.
The old man said, "If you have the coffin, you still have him."
Him.
This footage is only seven minutes old.
The box is still in the airport.
Mm-hmm.
What the hell is that?
Crazy-ass white boy.
Come on, come on, come on. Pick up.
Jim. Where are you? Right now.
At the main garage door, funneling traffic out.
Stop it! Stop everyone! This is an emergency!
You need to seal off the perimeter of the airport.
That box? Remember the box with the markings on it?
- Yeah, yeah. The Berlin cargo omit. - That's the one.
Now listen carefully, Jim.
We need to stop all vehicles big enough to hold it.
No vans, no trucks, nothing.
No big vehicles. No exceptions.
Okay, no big vehicles in or out of the security zone. Got it.
All right, everybody, listen up.
I want none of these trucks... big-sized vehicles released without my authorization.
Come on.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Pull up there, sir. I'll be right with you.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
- ID and permit. - Oh, yeah, man.
Crazy what's happening, huh?
What do you want me to do with this?
Step out of the vehicle. Open the cargo area, sir.
Step out of the vehicle, sir.
- Get that light out of my face. - Step out of the vehicle, sir.
Can I get my seat belt?
Hey. What's going on here?
I asked for ID. He gave me this.
Well, this is one of our vehicles.
- You can let him through. - Sir?
I said, let him through!
You tell those sons of bitches I'm done.
I came through for them, but now I am done. You got it?
Okay, go.
I have now removed the chest plate...
of one of the subjects...
And found...
abnormal neoplasms...
in the heart, liver...
and kidneys.
The growths do not seem like oncological aberrations...
but almost like...
- new, fully functional organs. - ♪ Touching me ♪
♪ Touching you ♪
Hmm.
♪ Sweet Caroline ♪
♪ Good times never seemed so good ♪
♪ I've been inclined ♪
♪ To believe they never would ♪
♪ But now I ♪
♪ Look at the night ♪
♪ And it don't seem so lonely ♪
♪ We fill it up with only two ♪
♪ And when I hurt ♪
♪ Hurtin' runs off my shoulders ♪
♪ How can I hurt ♪
♪ Holding you? ♪
What...
♪ Warm ♪
♪ Touching warm ♪
♪ Reaching out ♪
♪ Touching me ♪
♪ Touching you ♪
♪ Sweet Caroline ♪
♪ Good times never seemed so good ♪
♪ I've been inclined ♪
♪ To believe they never would ♪
♪ Oh, no, no ♪
No. N...
♪ Sweet Caroline ♪
♪ Good times never seemed so good ♪
♪ Sweet Caroline ♪♪
Sorry, Eph. Nothing.
You got anything here?
Just trying to figure out how a 500-pound, nine-foot-tall coffin...
got up and walked away.
You called it a coffin.
We'll get a break. We always do. We just gotta find someplace to start.
This is where we start.
What the hell are those?
Something new.
S-E-T-R-A-K-l-A-N.
Setrakian?
What is that?
Armenian.
Is that where you're from?
At one time.
- How soon may I leave? - Well, nothing happens till Monday.
Then charges are filed. But it's almost dawn now.
- Hey! Hey, cop! - Come on, man!
Quiet down in here!
You a librarian?
Oh.
That's some ancient ink you got there, old man.
- What is that? Numbers? - Yeah.
Numbers.
Does it mean anything?
Only to me.
Everything went as planned.
Love is going to guide them all back...
to their homes...
to their loved ones.
Curious detail.
An old man with a sword was arrested at the airport.
The Jew. He's still at it.
After all these years.
You must admire him for that.
- I'll take care of him. - Mmm.
I look out upon this island...
and I savor what is to come...
purity.
Mr. Fitzwilliam.
A sentimental man would venture out into the city tonight...
to walk these streets one last time...
before the fall.
- Do you require anything else, sir? - No.
For the first time in my life...
I have everything I need.
Man Rapping In Spanish]
Hello?
It's Gusto. Quién más?
Huh? No, mami, no. I'm not smoking. Are you kidding me?
I'm working. Just calling to check in to see what you're up to.
- Is Crispin home? - He is.
Mama, one beer left. Why do you do this to me?
- How many times do I gotta tell you? - I'm making his breakfast.
- I'm getting on the bridge now. I'll be home in an hour. - Okay.
I don't know what you are...
but you're bringing me good luck.
Love, you see...
is the one force that cannot be explained...
cannot be broken down into a chemical process.
It is the beacon that guides us back home...
when no one is there...
and the light that illuminates our loss.
Its absence robs us of all pleasure...
of our capacity for joy.
It makes our nights darker...
and our days gloomier.
But when we find love...
no matter how wrong...
how sad or how terrible...
we cling to it.
It gives us our strength.
It holds us upright.
It feeds on us...
and we feed on it.
Emma.
Oh, baby.
Love is our grace.
Love...
is our downfall.