Previously on "The 4400".
Listen up, everyone. We're Defcon One.
- It's not a flyby. - A comet can't change course.
- This one has. - Then it's not a comet.
There appears to be something out there.
The light has gone and thousands of people have suddenly appeared.
Finding Shawn and figuring out what happened to our son is my job.
Diana Skouris, Tom Baldwin.
You will be one of the teams responsible for investigating the returnees.
What about my parents?
They're dead, aren't they?
This is Maia Rutledge. She's eight years old, only she was born in 1938.
No time has passed.
Returnee 2,117, Shawn Farrell.
- Uncle Tommy. - He's all yours.
- What about Kyle? - Kyle's in a coma, Shawn.
We're letting them go. We don't have a legal right to hold them.
Shawn!
- Remember me? - Nikki?
- I'm Richard. - Lily.
- Lily Bonham from St Louis? - You knew my grandmother.
Some people have no place to go.
- What you looking at? - I used to live here.
Heidi? Heidi, it's Mommy.
It's OK, sweetie.
- Brian. - Lily.
There's no mistake. You're definately pregnant.
- It's a restraining order. - You can't stop me seeing her.
Who knows where all this is going?
We've got one case. Maybe that's all.
You haven't noticed anything unusual with Shawn?
I need to know if you had you'd tell me.
What looks good today, Carl?
I have a white fish with your name on it, Mrs Martino.
When you were gone, in 18 months, I haven't got a decent piece of fish.
You... you take care of me.
- You are such a sweetheart. - Oh, it's easy being nice to you.
Tell me, how does it feel to be back?
It's OK. It's good.
Carl.
It's like I never left.
What do you think you're doing out there?
I was helping a customer.
Rosie and Derek can help a customer.
I said stock the display cases.
But I've known Mrs Martino since I was a kid.
And I'm supposed to care? Now, get that flounder on ice.
Grace.
- So how'd it go today? - Slow as usual.
It's the neighbourhood. It's not like it used to be.
- It's not that bad. - It's gotten worse since you were away.
- I don't see it. - You don't want to see it.
OK, I admit it. It's not like when we were kids.
No one cares about the place any more.
There's no pride. There's no sense of community.
I didn't know you were so unhappy.
I'm not unhappy. I got you back, didn't I?
I got nothing to complain about.
Yeah.
- Oh. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Fish smell.
I don't mind.
I'll hop in the shower when we get back.
- Let's cut across the park. - Nobody goes into Bradley Park. No.
Yeah? Sure they do. How do you think I got here?
It's not safe. There's nothing but lowlifes and junkies in there.
Grace, 15 years ago I proposed to you in this park.
15 years ago I was a size 2 and you had your hair down to your shoulders.
Things change. From now on, you take the long way around.
Grace, I just wish that you'd...
...stop worrying.
- Marry me, Gracie. - Of course I will.
Yo, what are you doing in our park, man?
Your park?
Just give up your wallet.
- You're mugging me? - Now you're catching on.
- Seven bucks! - It's all I have.
THE NEW AND IMPROVED CARL MORRISSEY
The complaints started after her foster parents brought her back to quarantine.
What kind of complaints?
Well, for instance, yesterday
Maia spoke to a cafeteria employee.
She told her that her daughter would be in the hospital soon, but would be OK.
Then the little girl was in a car accident.
So you're saying she's got some kind of second sight?
I have five stories just like that one.
Why hold a little girl for 60 years
and then send her back able to predict the future?
What were they thinking?
- We don't know if there is a they. - He, she it, take your pick.
Let's leave that for the team in the theory room.
We're not playing video games.
That's why they're intimidated.
They feel your hostility.
Good.
Don't worry too much about the big brains.
Just talk to that girl.
Thanks.
I never meant to scare anyone.
We know that, sweetie.
But why did you say those things to Mrs Krause about her daughter?
- Because they're true. - But how did you know?
I just do.
If I asked you if it was going to rain next Sunday, would you know the answer?
Maybe.
I don't know.
What's going to happen to me now?
The doctors here are going to take another look at you.
Don't worry. It won't hurt.
I don't believe you.
It's gonna hurt, isn't it?
You might be uncomfortable some of the time, but mostly it's going to be boring.
- Will you look in on me now and then? - Me?
To see that I'm all right.
Sure.
- It's expensive. - Rental vouchers will cover it.
So... do you have any questions?
The small bedroom, do you think it'll get too much light for a nursery?
It's a northern exposure, so you should be all right.
So what do you think?
- I like it. - Me, too.
- Is this your first baby? - Oh... we're not actually a couple.
Oh, so it's just you and the baby.
No, it'll be the three of us.
Why not? You can't stay in that hotel forever. We can share this place.
Unless you don't want to.
No. No, I'd like that.
Great. I'll go do the paperwork.
- I hope I didn't embarrass you. - No. It's...
It's not that. I figure he wouldn't rent you the place if I was part of the deal.
I know, I know. It's not 1951 any more. Times have changed, but...
Sometimes I'm just surprised at how much.
Good. It's settled, then?
Oh, God.
Lily? Lily, what is it?
- Oh. - Lily?
I don't feel so good.
You need to sit down. Shall I call a doctor?
- No, no. No, let's just leave. - And go where?
Anywhere but here.
Carl, where have you been?
- I got mugged. - Oh, God. Are you all right?
- Did they hurt you? - I didn't get hurt. They got hurt.
- Who did? - I learned something important tonight.
I'm a different man. Those aliens, or whoever took me, they did something.
They took me. They changed me. They made me better.
First thing in the morning call the counsellor and make an appointment.
I don't have time for that. I've got things to do.
- What kind of things? - The park, Gracie!
I want to make it like it was before. People will bring their kids again.
You and me, we can have our picnics at the old spot.
- Carl, you're scaring me. - Wh...
There's nothing to be scared of, not any more.
Linda, any idea why Dr Mayhew wants to see us?
He didn't say.
So how have you been?
Good.
My lawyer was asking if you'd signed those divorce papers yet.
I thought maybe if we had dinner one night... we could sign them together.
You mean make plans that you cancel at the last minute?
I'll bring the papers, we'll have a good meal, a couple of glasses of wine...
And a good cry.
That, too.
Stefano's?
Yeah. Where else?
Tom, Linda, thanks for coming in.
I reviewed Kyle's EEG readout and noticed something peculiar.
What now?
Last Thursday he had a burst of brain activity.
It was brief, no more than a few seconds.
That's good, isn't it?
Technically, yes.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I'll run tests, see if I can find out what happened.
We've had three years of tests.
I understand your frustration, but we need to look into this.
- It's a roller coaster, isn't it? - Never ends.
Linda.
So Stefano's, right?
How does Thursday night sound, 7:30?
I'll be there.
- Dorothy. - Yeah.
Did anyone visit last Thursday night, besides his mother and me?
Let me check.
Yes. He had one other visitor.
Your nephew Shawn.
Shawn!
Yeah, I went and saw Kyle on Thursday night.
He's my cousin. I wanted to see him.
- What about it? - Nothing happened there?
I was only there for a couple of minutes.
So you saw nothing, did nothing?
What could I have done?
At your welcome home party, a bird smacked into the window, remember?
It was stunned. What about it?
No, it was more than that. And then... you picked it up.
Suddenly, it was alive and well.
What the hell did you do to Kyle?
Argh! I didn't do anything to him.
Look, I really like these chats we have, Uncle Tommy, but I gotta go to class.
Shawn.
- We'll talk again. - Oh, I can't wait.
We're going to see Fountains Of Wayne this weekend.
Have fun.
You know, this whole loner thing is so tired.
Well, it works for me.
Fountains of Wayne... Friday night!
What is with you? Why do you keep pushing him?
Someone has to. I don't see you doing anything.
I'm giving him his space, let him figure things out for himself.
You should try it sometime.
Ugh!
Marco.
Skouris. Good. I checked out your idea.
- What idea? - So am I a genius or am I crazy?
We don't make that distinction.
I visited a sampling of disappearance sites on the west coast.
You were right. The gravity there is weaker.
- But only by five parts per billion. - That's barely measurable.
Not to mention barely understandable. English, please.
The gravity changed at some places people disappeared.
The question is, was it natural or was it manipulated?
If it was manipulated, the question is, by who?
So back to alien abductions?
I won't rule out little green men. I need more measurements.
In other words, you've made no progress.
Er... you explain it to him.
Oh, hold on! You remember Adam Kensington?
The insurance guy Orson Bailey killed.
Yeah, what about him?
Not one of the good guys as it turns out.
He was in an insurance scheme to defraud policy holders.
Bailey saved Washington state a billion-dollar buy-out.
- Could have been Enron all over again. - That's interesting.
Brings up all kinds of possibilities.
Well, er... don't be a stranger.
So are you saying whoever sent him back meant him to go after Kensington?
It's a theory. That's why they call it the theory room.
That's tight.
Oh, no. I suck.
Hey, is this about the concert thing?
No, no, it's got nothing to do with that.
I just want to know what's going on with you and Nikki.
Me and Nikki what?
I just want to know what's going on between you.
- What do you think's going on? - Something.
She's always talking about you.
Can't go anywhere without her wanting to bring you along.
- How's that my problem, Danny? - Just do me a favour. Leave her alone.
I thought that's what I'd been doing.
Look, you got a problem with her, go talk to her about it.
Yeah. We're the same age.
- I'm not your little brother now. - Then stop acting like a two-year-old.
You're my brother. She's your girlfriend.
It's all good... right?
Yeah, right.
Richard, I am so glad I found this place.
Now we have a new apartment, we can get you a computer.
Forget about the computer. Let's get you to a doctor.
I'm fine.
I know this is going to sound strange, but that other place we looked at,
the baby didn't like it.
Maternal instincts kicking in already, huh?
No, it's not that. It's that somehow I know what the baby's thinking.
Lily, the baby's barely two months along. It's not thinking anything.
I can't explain it any more than you can explain where you've been for 50 years,
or what's happened to us during the time we've been gone.
I don't sound too strange, do I?
Of course not.
Lily?
I used to rock Heidi like that when she was a baby.
- It feels like yesterday, but it wasn't. - No.
It was what... 11 years ago?
I want to see Heidi. I miss her.
Lily, give it some time.
Once Brian's used to you being back, he'll drop the restraining order.
Don't move!
Stop it! Cut it out! It isn't funny!
Shut up! Just shut up!
Hey, guys, why don't you leave her alone?
- Get lost! - No!
You get lost.
Go get him, man! Come on!
Hey, Maia.
How long have they left you like this?
A while. I think they all went on their coffee break.
Oh! Well!
You know, that's pretty dumb of them, isn't it?
- Will you stay until they come back? - Of course.
When they show up, your doctors and I are going to have a little talk.
- And then can I go home? - Home?
With you. I don't like being here alone.
- You want to stay with me? - You don't like being alone either.
I can always come back for my checkups. Please.
Look, Maia, I'm not even sure I'm the kind of person I want to live with.
No, I... eat cold pizza for breakfast and...
- That sounds all right to me. - Yeah.
You know, Maia, just let me think about it, OK?
- Where have you been? - I was looking in on Maia.
- Really? - I promised her, didn't I?
- So what have you got? - Sid lent us his research clippings.
I think I found something worth checking out.
One guy taking on three attackers isn't far-fetched.
But if you saw him, you'd think it was impossible.
He was... 35, 40, maybe five-foot-six, weighed 150 pounds.
- So not exactly the Rock, huh? - It was the way that he moved.
Could he have been on drugs, maybe PCP?
He didn't act like he was on drugs.
You know, most guys would have walked away.
Or, er... maybe called the cops later, after it was too late.
But, er... this guy, he saved me.
I'm sorry.
Baldwin.
Linda.
Dinner. Yeah, no... Linda, I'm s... Don't hang up, Linda. Just...
- Anything else you can remember? - One thing.
This guy... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but... he smelled funny.
Like day-old fish.
So that was your wife on the phone?
- I don't want to talk about it. - Fair enough.
So are we in Orson Bailey territory here?
I wouldn't rule it out, which would give us what?
A telekinetic insurance salesman, a clairvoyant eight-year-old,
and now some kind of super vigilante.
- Hell of a trio. - They're only the ones we know about.
Unless you can think of anyone else.
Just take it one case at a time.
Heidi, can you remember the formula for an isosceles triangle?
Hey.
I'm probably not the best at this, but...
Oh!
- Richard? - Lily. Thank God. Are you all right?
- I was worried sick. Where are you? - I've been arrested.
Carl, I have my grandchildren coming for dinner.
- How about some nice swordfish? - You can't go wrong with swordfish.
- Carl! - Give me a second, Burt. You got like...
What did I tell you about chatting when work has to be done?
- Please stop with the finger. - Stop?
I asked you not to do that.
Let go!
I mean it. I show up on time. I do my work.
Now just leave me alone.
- OK? - OK, OK.
So... how much swordfish are we talking here?
There's a lot of chatter in DC about putting the 4400 back in quarantine.
Not that I agree.
If they're dangerous, how is cramming them into one space going to be safer?
...so I took my pistol and I shot her in the forehead.
Shot who?
Do us a favour, Tom, sign the divorce papers.
Do me a favour, Dennis, stay out of it.
- I spoke to her. - What are you doing talking to Linda?
I danced with her at your wedding, now I'm not supposed to talk to her?
- I was in the middle of an investigation. - Tom.
You asked her for dinner and you stood her up.
It slipped my mind.
Maybe.
Maybe you just don't want to admit the truth to yourself.
- Brian Moore? - Yeah.
- I'm Richard Tyler, a friend of Lily's. - You another one of those 4400?
Is that a problem?
Look, I told her to stay away, but she wouldn't listen.
I understand you're upset, but Lily's in jail. You don't want that.
What I want is a normal life for my daughter, for my family.
- It won't happen again. - I'm supposed to take your word for it?
I promise, if you drop the charges, she'll never bother you or Heidi ever again.
You used to love her once, remember?
Yeah, I remember.
- I want you to stop. - I can't!
What do you mean, "can't"?
What you're doing is dangerous, not to mention illegal.
You can't just go around beating people up.
I've been given an opportunity and I'm going to take it.
I'll clean up that park and then I'll clean up the neighbourhood.
Oh, God, you sound like a crazy man.
You promised me you'd call your counsellor.
- I never said that. You said it. - Tomorrow, I'm going to call him.
You'd call Homeland Security on me?
The way you're acting, can you blame me?
What I'm doing here, I'm doing for us, Grace.
This is where we live. I just want us to be happy and not be afraid any more
and it starts with Bradley Park!
- I don't want it to end there. - It won't. I won't let it.
They can't hurt me. No one can.
You're just one man.
I lost you once and I don't want to lose you again.
I can do it.
I can make this neighbourhood safe again.
For you, for Mrs Martino... even Burt.
So please stop worrying.
This is what I was meant to do.
This is my destiny.
This was brand new when I disappeared. And it's a... What do you call it?
Golden oldie.
I guess I'm a golden oldie, too.
No, not to me.
Hey, we have to talk about what happened last night.
No, there's nothing to talk about.
Do you know what I saw when I looked through Brian's window?
A happy family.
I realised Heidi doesn't need me.
- Maybe one day... - I'll be there for her if she does.
But until then I'll stay away.
This is where I want to be now, here with you.
Where I'm happy. And the baby's happy.
Well, that makes three happy people.
All you've done for me...
...it's not because I remind you of the other Lily, is it?
Maybe at first.
Now all I see is you.
- Danny's inside. - I'm not here to see Danny.
Cute. Can you turn it back on, please?
Did Danny say something to you?
Is that why you're acting like his? Our friendship has nothing to do with him.
Nikki, we don't have a friendship, OK?
Shawn, listen to me...
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Hey, hey, come here. Let me see it.
Let me see.
It's gone.
It doesn't hurt any more.
It must not have been that bad of a burn.
Yes, it was.
You did something to it, didn't you?
Tom. See, the thing about vigilantes is that they're not very common,
except in Charles Bronson movies, so I have to create my own profile.
Now, we know he's a white male, slender, somewhere between 30 and 50.
He works a blue-collar job,
has low self-esteem, lives in a high-crime area.
I'm with you so far.
I cross-checked my profile with the members of the 4400
in and around the Seattle area and I came up with 37 names.
You're not taking me through all 37.
Of those 37, I was able to eliminate 24. I'm sure you don't care how.
- And that left me with 13. - I'm on the edge of my seat.
Here are my two favourites - Robert Lorenzano and Carl Morrissey.
They both fit the profile, but Carl, he's our guy.
Check out his occupation.
- Supermarket employee. - Yeah, I called the store.
Carl works in the seafood section.
- And our guy smelled like day-old fish. - Oh, yeah. I'm good.
Hey! What the hell are you doing? I just cleaned that!
Come on!
We'd like to talk to your husband.
Why?
- Any idea where he was Tuesday night? - He was here.
- You sure about that? - I just told you.
Have you heard of the "Bradley Park vigilante"?
What does that have to do with Carl?
You tell us, Mrs Morrissey.
You're not going to throw him back into quarantine, are you?
- We want to help him. - That's funny.
That's all Carl wants to do is help.
People grumble but nobody does anything,
nobody tries to make anything better, except Carl.
Where is he, Mrs Morrissey?
- Carl. - Grace.
I got rid of all the graffiti.
Oh, my God, Carl.
You should have seen it. They were falling like bowling pins.
I didn't see the knife. I don't know why I didn't see the knife.
- This is Agent Baldwin... - Get an ambulance!
Get an ambulance to Bradley Park right away.
I thought I could clean the whole neighbourhood up myself.
I thought that's why they sent me back, but I guess I was wrong.
No, no, no, no! No, don't leave me, Carl. Please.
No! No!
I just want you. I just... want you.
No.
Why give him extra juice to think he can make a difference, send him back...
Only to get himself killed.
- What's the point? - I wish to hell I knew.
The wife of slain Bradley Park vigilante, Carl Morrissey,
revealed that her husband was one of the controversial 4400.
Mrs Morrissey stated that her husband was a true neighbourhood hero,
a sentiment echoed by many area residents.
Law enforcement officials and a spokesperson
for the National Threat Assessment Command
refused to confirm or deny Mrs Morrissey's statement.
That paperwork.
OK. I need you to sign there.
And there.
And initial here.
- And sign there. - That's it?
You got Mr Ryland to sign the approvals, that simplifies things.
- I thought you were one of the doctors. - Yeah. I thought you were asleep.
So you sure fooled me.
- How would you like to get out of here? - Now?
Right now.
Look out, look out, look out!
- Where's Kyle? - Surgery.
Dr Mayhew said he's got some kind of fluid building up in his skull.
They're trying to relieve the pressure.
What do you mean "trying"?
They said that draining the fluid might not be enough.
That more might build up and if it does,
then Kyle could suffer permanent brain damage within a week.
Uncle Tommy, Mom's on the way.