- How can I be of assistance, Allister?
- We're getting reports of anomalies.
- Well, how would you like me to deal with them?
I'm looking for a nice, quiet place to sleep.
- Stay awake, Aidan.
- You, too. Stay awake, Ellis.
Yeah, it's me.
- Go ahead.
- There's people headed to the hub. Do you want me to intervene?
- No. Stay on your task. I'll send another.
- Have a good life.
- The hub has been compromised. I need you in Dallas now.
Time to do your work.
- Well. I thought you'd never ask.
- And, this is what you call a flop.
- What?
- I guess technically it's "the flop". But it's when you show the first cards.
- I don't care.
- Well you should. You might already have a hand.
- What, you gonna untie me so we can run away together?
- Yeah, I don't think so.
- Then why are you talking to me?
- In hopes that you talk back.
Show me some of your cards.
Like why can you sleep?
And how you maybe helped kill the world? - I didn't.
- Okay so you're just a fan of mass murders then?
- Just because something is destructive,
doesn't mean that it's evil. Like... forest fires.
- Forest fires?
- Yeah. It clears out all of the decay and the disease
and the invasive species, and it reopens the canopy
so that light can reenter the world.
You afraid of light Bill?
- I guess I got used to working in the dark.
- Just because...
you don't understand the purpose of something,
does not mean that it doesn't have one.
What do you care?
You're just a dead man walking, aren't you?
- Yeah well...
not everybody has been dealt a shit hand as me.
Speaking of which...
Yeah.
Wanna know what you're sitting on?
- I know my hand. I've known this whole time.
It's a Queen and King of the same suit.
- Good guess.
- You're a sloppy dealer, Bill.
And you really have no idea what you're dealing with.
- Mommy, mommy, I need to pee.
- Hey, let her sleep okay? I'll take you.
- Evening. - Yeah. I think you mean morning.
- Not ready for morning yet.
- No one ever is.
- Of course the one night you actually get to sleep,
you still have to piss out all the drugs.
Sorry. Pee out all the drugs.
Well... good-day , mate!
- Okay, so when can I bet? - Every round.
- I'll wait.
What's next?
- Why don't you tell me?
- I don't know how to play this game.
- You know the others are not going to be playing poker when they ask you.
- What, are they more of the UNO type?
- Can I ask you a serious question?
How does a girl from Texas not know how to play Texas Hold'em?
- Because she's not a Texan. She is from Virginia.
- What city?
- Next card please. - Fine.
This is a turn.
- What do you want?
- You're supposed to be sleeping. - So are you.
- Yeah well, turns out that Gabbi snores like Smaug, the fucking dragon.
What's your excuse?
- The bed was uncomfortable.
Also the throbbing pain of a gunshot wound in my chest
from, you know, saving the camp and possibly the entire world.
- You sound like a little bitch.
Sorry, a super grown-up, mature bitch.
Aren't you on pain killers?
- Yeah but not as much as they recommended.
Just in case.
- Well, please tell me you've got at least some sleep.
I don't want you passing out when I'm carrying your wounded ass
around all day tomorrow.
- I have. It's just been in and out.
- Well...
I'm not going to get any sleep until you do. I'll keep watch.
- You don't have to do that.
- I know. But even heroes need sleep.
Besides, I might need you to be my bullet shield tomorrow
since you're so damn good at it.
Seriously though...
I don't know what we would've done without you today man.
You saved everybody Sam.
- Thanks, Jake.
Now, get some sleep, you little bastard.
- Angel? Angel?!
Hey. Hey! Have you seen my son? Have you seen my son?!
- Last card.
Means this is the end of the hand.
- No, it's the end of the game.
I'm going all-in.
- Short game.
- Does it matter if I win...
- I guess not.
Last question?
Why didn't you kill me?
Well, it's just like you said.
You are technically my best friend.
- Last card is called the river.
- The river?
- Would you prefer the fire?
- A flood.
- Angel! Help! People are dead!
They're dead! They're all dead!
They're all dead! Angel! Where are you?!
- What is it? What's wrong? - They're dead. They're all dead.
- What? Who? I don't understand.
- Angel! Angel!
- Hey. Hey. What?
Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Everybody get up!
Get up! Get the fuck up! Wake up right now!
- Aw, come on!
- Get up! Get up right now!
- Sam? Sam! Fuck! Come on. No-no-no-no-no!
Come on. Come on. Come on buddy! Come on!
Come on. Come on. Come on!
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Alright, alright, alright.
Somebody fucking help us!
Come on buddy, let's get you moving.
- He's gone. He's gone!
You got to help. You got to help him.
- He's gone. He's gone.
- Jake! Shit. There's no time.
- Please you gotta help him.
Ally?
Ally, please. Please, Ally.
- He's gone.
- Angel!
Angel, where are you?! Where are you?! - I'm here, Mama.
- Don't you ever do that to me again. Don't you ever do that.
- I'm sorry, I needed to go pee and your friend said he'd take me.
He told me to wait here.
- Where is he? - He said he had to go somewhere.
- Ah, well if it isn't The Bloodhound.
- You're not supposed to be here.
This was my task.
- Well, what can I say, I'm an overachiever.
What you are, is sloppy.
You almost killed him before I had a chance to find out
what this place was about.
And you almost killed me.
- To be fair, you stepped in front of that bullet.
I knew you'd be prepared. You always are.
- You're right. I am.
- You can untie me now.
- Oh, I don't know about that, I'm kinda enjoying this.
Your mark. Was he working with the traitor?
- No. That was something entirely different.
- Okay?
- The traitor.
We found out who she was, you know...
She was one of us all along.
- Yeah that's what being a traitor means.
Wait you mean one of the Seven?
- Yeah. - Who?
- Who do you think?
- What happened?
- Meredith.
- Ally.
- You know, it's one thing for you to fuck up on your own.
It's something entirely different, for you to interfere with my duties.
- I am sorry about that.
But everything worked out, right?
- Not yet.
- Well, from the screams, it sounds like you did a great job.
- Well...
I do have one final task.
- Jesus.
- Who? Who was with you?
- The Man. The Aussie.
But you won't find that fucker now.
- The Aussie...
- Jake, wait!
- Your lung is punctured. Even if I wanted to save you I couldn't.
- I know. I'm supposed to die slow.
And you're just making it slower.
- I should've shot you in Dallas.
- Adios.
- Tell us what's going on and how to stop it.
And I'll make this quick.
- Nothing?
Well let me make you a different offer.
You remember this? You tried to destroy it.
It's core ingredient is Sodium thiopental.
A truth Serum, in layman terms.
You're going to talk to me right fucking now,
or I'm going to keep you alive until you do.
- Bill.
I'll talk to Bill.
- What happened?
- She wants to talk, to you.
- Hey.
- It's very nice of you to Kevorkian her and all.
But we need to consider the facts.
We don't know if whatever she's telling him is the truth.
But what we do know that she can sleep.
And a living brain is much more valuable to understanding that
than a dead one.
- Alright, I can die now.
- One more question.
There was a doctor at his compound.
A woman. Tall. Short blonde hair.
Did you kill her?
- Must've gotten away.
That asshole was right. I am sloppy.
- Thank you.
She's all yours, Abrams.
- What are you going to do?
- We should go.
- Yes, it's true.
The Sandman has left us.
But we cannot let this get the best of us.
Is it so uncommon...
for a messiah to be martyred for his people?
- Who the hell martyred him?!
- Did his powers die with him?
- Four days ago, The Sandman chose me.
Us... To rebuild this world.
And I refuse to believe that he would leave us without a path forward.
You know, when I first found him, his hand was outstretched,
like God on the Sistine Chapel,
reaching to Adam, to breathe life into him.
He was reaching toward me.
- Or he was pointing the direction we need to go.
Or the direction not to go, or maybe his arm just fell like that?
Whatever it is we're looking for, it ain't here. Not anymore.
- No, don't! I just need time to understand this power.
- How many of the cars work outside?
- Enough!
I will show you the power gifted to me!
Bear witness!
Bear... Witness.
- It's a five hour drive back to Vegas.
Anybody wants to go, better go now.
- Hey kid.
We should be getting some answers soon.
- It was my fault.
- What do you mean? - He was awake.
He was awake and I put him back to sleep.
- Jake, we were all asleep.
If Bill hadn't come and woke us up, we'd all be dead now.
- Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.
I'm not coming with you.
- You're gonna just lay down on this. huh?
For what it's worth, Sam wanted to give up.
Yesterday, I know he didn't tell you, but, he was right on the edge.
Looked at his life, he didn't like what he saw.
Thinking the future wasn't...
...wasn't ever gonna be what it was supposed to be for him.
The thing about it is...
he knew that you needed him to survive this.
He did it for you.
He kept going for you.
Maybe you wanna show him the same courtesy.
- Excuse me.
I'm looking for someone... taller, Australian?
- Yeah, I don't think you want to be looking for him.
- What do you mean?
- Pretty sure he did this.
Killed your Sandman then skipped town.
- No. That's impossible.
- He saved my son. He helped us get in here.
- Yeah? Or did you help him?
Look, sorry, it's been a rough morning.
- Yeah.
- Wait.
They're all gone.
- That's okay.
We're good at being alone.
- Right.
Well if you change your mind, you can always come with us.
- Hey. - Hey.
You know, I was pissed at you.
Pulling the gun on us. Stopping me from stopping her.
And I thought, if you hadn't been with her...
this might've not all unfolded quite the same.
We might still be asleep.
She wouldn't have talked. So, thank you.
- I was really just trying to help.
- Did she tell you how she could sleep? - No.
She... said some other things.
You know, to be honest... I'm not sure what to believe.
- Try me.
- She said if we wanted to end it, we needed to find one of the others...
Others like her.
- What do you mean, an assassin? - She didn't use that word.
Archangels. - Archangels?
- Yeah, that was my reaction, too.
There are seven of them. One for every day of creation.
She said one had betrayed the others. We need to find her.
- So where do we find this Archangel?
- I don't know.
She mentioned Virginia.
- Well, then that's where we start.
- Yeah.
- Did she say anything else Bill?
No.
- Thanks.
Well?
- Wasn't an ideal operating room, but I took notes, and a souvenir.
- What's in here? - A terrible thing to waste.
Oh, and I found this. - What the hell is that?
- It's the implant of some sort.
- I've seen these before.
They get mistaken as bullets in the X-Rays sometimes.
- What does it do? - Whatever you need.
Monitor brain activity, stimulate damaged nerves,
help with Parkinson's disease
but I've never seen one quite like this before.
- I have.
Found it in Dallas.
- Shit.
- Couldn't place it at the time,
then I remember when I saw it. When I was in rehab.
Use it to keep people off drugs.
- Right.
It's an Opioid receptor antagonist.
Sort of. takes the fun out of doing drugs.
- Which is why I never did it.
- Wait, you think that's what allowed her to sleep?
- I am not saying shit until I get to a proper lab.
Speculation is not gonna save us at this point.
This is gonna need tests, and eventually, a human trail.
- We can table that for now. - This is not gonna keep.
I need to get to a new facility, as soon as possible.
And I'm gonna need assistance. - We'll see.
We need to start heading towards Virginia...
- That's where they are?
- Yeah. I think so.
- Yeah, if we are going to go on their turf, whatever they are...
We're gonna to need to stock up on some things first.
- Alright. Better keep moving.
- Not yet.
One last thing we have to do.
He was right.
Dirty Harry sucks at his job. Gets his partners killed.
- Sorry, Jake.
He was...
He was... oh god.
I'm sorry, I suck at consoling.
- That's okay. I suck at mourning.
- I'll be ready when you are.
- Hey Sam.
Did I ever tell you about the time my sister had aliens in her attic?
No I didn't think so.
Nobody believed her... Especially Dad
But I said, it doesn't matter if anyone else thinks they're real,
as long as you think they're real.
Burrito.
So let's go kill those motherfuckers!
I probably shouldn't have said motherfuckers but...
and I know you would've thought that was dumb as hell.
So we built weapons.
Guns made of Legos and rubber bands.
Had booby traps made out of ornaments, like Home Alone.
So we could hear them coming.
But they never came.
Because they weren't real.
It isn't fair, what happened to you.
I promised you I was going to get you laid...
and now you're here.
It isn't fair, but I'm gonna make it even.
And it doesn't matter how many weapons or traps they make
and it doesn't matter if they don't think any of this matters at all
if this is some stupid game.
Because I'm going to find them, Sam.
And I'm going to make it real.
Bye, Sam.