-We're not even gonna discuss this? -There's nothing to discuss.
You planned a trip to Europe without telling me.
I told you I was thinking of going.
Yeah, thinking about it.
Then I showed you the hotel I was booking in Paris.
Then I debated the pros and cons of a Eurail Pass with you.
You came to the office to witness my renewal.
You never actually said you were going.
And three months is a long time.
It's as long as you wanna make it.
So, that's it? You're just gonna leave me here?
In more ways than one.
Don't be such a Jeff, Jeff.
Fuck.
Jeff? Oh, God.
Jeff.
Help!
Someone, anyone.
-I can help. -It's my boyfriend.
I think he's--
Oh, my God.
Hey.
How are you feeling?
Are you talking about my gunshot wound
or being turned into a monster without my consent?
You're not a monster.
You brought me back from the dead.
That's a textbook definition of a monster.
You're alive.
Yeah, great. The first time around was such a treat.
If there was any other way to save you, I would've done it.
I know you were only trying to do the right thing, it's just...
Shit. That hurts.
Ever since I was five, I have been told I'd be dead by 40.
I've spent my entire life preparing for an early death.
Making peace with it.
I get it.
After all that mental preparation,
finding out you're immortal must be a huge paradigm shift.
What do you mean, immortal?
I thought you understood when we talked.
So I get to live with the constant searing pain
-of this gunshot wound forever? -No, no. Not forever.
-Sarkov is working on a fix. -A fix?
A synthetic stem cell that won't cause effects.
You trust him to deliver?
No. I'm keeping an eye on him.
We all are. If he doesn't come through, I will figure out a way to fix you.
You've done more than enough already.
It's not your fault.
Kind of is.
It is, but also not. What you did was wrong.
-But you did it for the right reason. -Try telling that to Hannah.
She'll get over it.
She just needs time to come to terms with her immortality,
which she has plenty of now thanks to you.
Not funny.
It's a little funny.
You're in a good mood.
Of course. I'm getting fixed.
We're getting fixed.
-We're getting fixed. -Who's gonna get fixed?
-We're gonna get fixed. -Yes.
We don't know when. Manage your expectations.
You'll be able to sing again, and tour.
You'll stop indiscriminately slaughtering people.
You do realize there are downsides to surrendering our abilities, right?
A downside to not killing people?
It will be a lot harder to rescue Dr. Burke.
How's that different for you? It's not like you use your pheromones.
I use them.
-Reluctantly. -It doesn't matter.
Syd was clear.
No rescue operations.
We have to do something.
Syd made that deal with Flux to protect us.
If we go after her, we'll make ourselves targets again.
-That's strange.
And annoying. What's it for?
A news alert I set up for Chupacabra, Terror of Tacoma monster sighting,
-and Bigfoot. -Bigfoot isn't real.
"The Terror of Tacoma strikes again"?
Oh, good. It's you.
We'll be fine.
This isn't a prison cell.
Of course it isn't.
What do you think we do at Flux?
I think you're a secret quasi-government organization with a mandate
to oppress scientific advancements you decide imperil National Security.
We're not waterboarding scientists.
Says a woman who took a black bag off my head.
Yes, we do have a responsibility to mothball dangerous science.
But we also nurture scientists with constructive ideas.
No windows.
So very nurturing.
That's for your safety.
And yours?
Maybe a little.
We are intrigued by your synthetic stem cells.
Their potential is obvious.
They could very well be a panacea for every genetic disorder.
You asked me what this place is.
Ultimately, that's up to you.
Maybe this is your prison cell.
Or maybe it's your moment in the spotlight.
All I have to do is prove the value of my synthetic stem cells.
See?
I knew you were smart.
How do you expect me to do that?
Isn't it obvious?
Physician, heal thyself.
Tilda, that is the police tape.
Definitely a monster.
Check out that wall.
Something certainly scaled it.
But who? None of the other test subjects indicated side effects similar to Juan's.
Knowing Sarkov, this could be another experiment.
Well, whoever this is, I bet they're lonely. And afraid.
Darcy?
Darcy. Look, it's-- It's Darcy.
Hey, oh, come here. Hey.
What are--? What--? What are you doing here?
-Making sure you're not dead. -Yeah.
How did you know to find me here?
After Portland, I activated Find My Friend.
On your phone.
But why? Why would you do that?
To make sure you're not dead.
Oh, speaking of which.
-Darcy. -For ghosting me for the last two days.
Mind telling me what you've been up to?
For two days?
I will tell you, I promise. But we gotta go home.
There's a monster loose.
Another Chupi?
-There is no other Chupi. -We're not sure what.
We'll discuss it at home.
Come on. Come on, Darcy.
Goodbye, guys. I'll see you, okay? Bye.
I guess it's up to us now.
Maybe we should talk to the survivor.
-Oh, shit, it's PJ. -I can't do this alone, Tilda.
-Call Hannah. -Hannah wants her space.
Can I at least get a ride home? I need to change.
Fine.
I wouldn't expect a conversation.
The doctor says she's in a persistent hallucinogenic state.
Anything else I can do?
Run and grab me a coffee?
On it.
I use my pheromones.
Traces of neurotoxin?
I don't know how you did that, you shouldn't be in here.
This area is off limits.
-Let's see ID. -Yeah.
Okay, just hang on.
-ID now, or I will tase you. -What are you doing? I'm getting my ID.
How do I know you don't have a weapon?
You're afraid because I am.
Okay.
Let's all just calm down.
Calm down.
This doesn't have to escalate.
I just need to see some ID.
Here it is. See?
Abbi Singh.
Such a beautiful name.
Thank you, officer.
I hope the tank's full.
We haven't talked in days, that's all you care about.
You made it pretty clear you're not interested in talking.
I've been busy.
I can see that.
Okay.
Wow.
Who's the artist? Huh?
He's good.
This belongs to Juan.
-He's just a friend. -I'm sure he is.
Yeah, he's got a bit of a crush on me.
Oh, that's pretty obvious.
But that's all it is.
Besides, he has a girlfriend.
Does this doctor even exist? Hmm? Hmm?
Or is that an excuse to take a vacation?
That's what you think?
Of course Sarkov exists, you asshole.
-Fuck you. -I finally found him, I'm getting fixed.
-You're getting fixed? -I am getting fixed.
-Babe, are you serious? That's amazing. -Yeah.
When? Are you gonna be able to come on the tour?
Maybe, I don't know. I...
Oh, God. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry for freezing you out.
I-- I just--
This band means everything to you.
You mean everything to me.
You have nothing to be sorry for.
You sure do.
I get jealous, okay?
Not okay.
Juan's just a friend.
He better be.
Shut up and show me you're sorry.
Yes, my queen.
Yeah.
I don't need a babysitter.
That's good. I'm not here to change your diapers.
Sydney told me to fix you, so I'll fix you.
Pack up your pretend science fair and skedaddle.
It's not pretend. I'm trying to track down a monster.
Do it upstairs. Don't bother trying to use your pheromones on me.
I've created my own nullifier.
You want me gone?
Give me your opinion.
Tetrodotoxin.
Goodbye.
That's what I thought.
Except this tetrodotoxin can create a persistent hallucinogenic state,
if it doesn't kill you first.
How persistent?
Over 15 hours and counting.
-Where'd you get this? -That monster attacked a couple.
This neurotoxin killed one of them,
and trapped the other in a never-ending nightmare state.
Ever seen anything like this?
There's a monster on the loose. It must be mine.
I wasn't accusing you.
Good luck on your monster hunt.
It's not a hunt.
The more I understand it, the more I can help it.
You're putting a tremendous amount of effort into understanding it.
Someone has to help it.
Makes me wonder why you wouldn't afford your own abilities the same courtesy.
I have to go update Juan and Tilda.
You're being completely unreasonable. You do realize that killing Chupi
is like cutting off your nose to spite your face.
The thing is dangerous.
Why can't you see that?
It sounds like he's been protecting the people you love.
You should give him a chance.
I know you have a thing for monsters, okay?
Wait, "thing" for monsters?
-Is that all you think this is? -Yeah.
My art isn't about fetish.
It's about inner beauty, flaws and all.
I embrace Chupi because he's you.
-Darcy. Darcy. -You know what?
-You stay. -Don't. Darcy.
Darcy?
I--
Inconsiderate.
Insensitive. Idiot.
Chupi!
What did you do to me?
I patched you up. You're welcome.
Darcy. Darcy. Is she okay?
She's on a bus to Vancouver.
Is she alive?
If not, that's gonna be a very disturbing bus ride.
She'll be back.
She's just laying low until it's safe.
I need to talk to her.
-She doesn't want to talk to you.
She really said that?
Not to me, but after you were poisoned, you tried to bite her face off.
She said she'd like some space.
-How do you feel? -How do I feel?
My girlfriend just dumped me by scientist.
Oh, no, I mean physically.
Yeah, I don't care, emotionally speaking.
-Well, I'm a little sore. -Mm-hm.
And I think that that poison thing really messed with my head.
I saw the devil.
But his chest was a cage.
And my mom and my dad were trapped inside.
And I wanted to help them, but I couldn't move.
The neurotoxin caused paralysis and hallucinations.
Plus, you were given enough to kill a rhino.
-Guess how I know that. -I'd rather not.
Well, meanwhile, you're a bit sore and you had a bad dream.
I guess I'm lucky.
Luck has nothing to do with it.
Your Chupacabra metabolized the poison. My stem cells saved your life.
Thank you.
I guess.
We were late getting on the road.
PJ was speeding to make up time.
You sure you don't want a beer?
Rose and PJ were arguing about the set list.
Of course they were.
And all of a sudden PJ starts screaming.
"Get them off me."
And I'm like, "There's nothing on you, dude."
He thought he was covered in spiders.
He drove the van right off the bridge. The next thing I remember
was the van filling up with water.
When I got to shore, I looked back.
The van was gone.
And Rose...
was gone.
PJ...
gone.
It's okay.
Oh. Damn it.
Finch, not again.
Hi. Whoa. Whoa.
Stand down. She's already gone. And clean that up.
I see she's destroyed yet another sequencer.
I wish I knew why.
You don't know what she's up to?
That's so interesting.
She knows exactly what you're doing.
She's not happy about it.
You've talked to her?
Briefly, but not constructively or else you wouldn't be on your fourth sequencer.
I wonder why information is a one-way street between you two.
Do you know what your subconscious wants?
Fair.
If you're gonna cure yourself, I suggest you hurry up.
Because we're running out of sequencers.
Problem?
Yeah, she...
seems to have a real hate-on for this painting,
and I can't say I disagree with her.
So...
"Say my name."
Fuck this Beetlejuice bullshit.
This area's restricted.
Let's see some ID.
-I hope that doctor's okay. -His heart's beating.
What are you doing?
Simon said PJ crashed the van
because he thought he was covered in spiders.
PJ was arachnophobic?
Ever since he was a kid.
Here.
Our monster did this.
There's only one way to find out.
It's his poison, I know it is.
Better to be safe than sorry.
Bye, baby.
How am I doing? That's what you're gonna ask me, isn't it?
I came to tell you I'm sorry about PJ.
And to check if you're okay.
I'm great. I'm also sitting around with my thumb up my ass
waiting for Abbi to tell me something I already know.
Even if the monster is responsible...
we don't know if it was intentional.
Yeah. My empathy for that thing ran out the second PJ's heart stopped.
I know you don't mean that.
How long have we known each other?
Seven years.
No. That's how long we've known about each other.
We've known each other a few weeks.
You think that's all it takes to be an expert in all things Tilda?
How about I know what it's like to lose someone you love?
Hate will eat you up inside, but you've gotta find a way to forgive.
For you.
Will forgiveness bring PJ back?
No.
Then what's the point?
Abbi's finished her tests.
Tilda, your cans.
I don't need them anymore.
After extensive testing,
I am almost certain that PJ was killed by the same neurotoxin
found in the other two victims.
I could've told you that. I did tell you that.
That's not all.
The monster's neurotoxin carries genetic markers of synthetic stem cells.
So this is all Sarkov's fault.
Yes and no. The markers didn't match any of Sarkov's samples.
It matches the one from Portland.
-Nate. -Nate.
But why is he after us now?
Because he's a monster.
Wrong. Nate might look like a monster but something human is driving him.
Oh, yeah, like you'd know.
Yes. Like I would know.
We did kill Melanie and Qamara.
Wait, can I get like a "previously on"?
Nate's girlfriends.
Oh, so it's like a revenge thing.
Oh, how boring.
He's targeting the people we care about to make us suffer.
Mom and Ben. He's gone after people you care about, my family must be next.
We don't know that.
I can't risk it.
-All right, I'm coming with you. -So am I.
-I don't think that's a great idea. -I didn't ask.
Hey! Young people.
This might come as a shock.
I don't care about your groovy little mystery.
You want a cure, I need a volunteer named Tilda.
-Why me?
I've already tested their DNA, so I need to test yours.
Fine.
Shall we?
Your parents own both places?
We lived above Dad's martial arts studio,
and Mom owned the bakery.
Hmm. Must have been nice growing up next to a bakery.
The smell of fresh bread.
More like the sound of industrial bread pans
hitting the floor at00 a.m.
I miss that sound.
Both businesses were booming.
We were all so happy.
This is the closest I've been to home since everything went to hell.
It's bad enough seeing the look of lust in my friends' eyes,
but to see it on my family's faces...
At least telling them you're in Oxford is a happy lie.
My mom sure needs it.
She hasn't been the same since my dad died.
Healthiest man on earth, and one day he drops dead from a heart attack.
Now we rent out the studio to that bookstore to make ends meet,
and it's been really hard on my mom and Ben.
And me.
God, I feel like a five-year-old.
I want my mommy.
I know the feeling.
Why do drunk drivers always walk away unharmed?
-How are things with you and your brother? -My brother, we're actually talking again.
And...
Paloma's birthday is coming up.
I'm looking forward to going.
-Chupacabra-free. -Yeah.
It sucks having to protect your family from yourself.
To Sarkov fixing us.
Juan, heads up.
Is that Nate?
I can't tell. He was wearing a hoodie when he attacked Darcy.
-He's headed for the bakery. -He'll never get inside.
Shit, shit, shit.
-That was not the monster. -That was my brother.
He always gets hungry after a night out. Mom's gonna kill him for being so late.
Well, at least you got to see him.
Thanks for not eating him.
-Can you turn around? -Yeah.
You didn't actually need me, did you?
Technically, I don't need anyone.
Then why am I here?
Because I wanted to give you my condolences.
Mm. Sure you do.
I'm being sincere-- Do I sound naturally sarcastic?
Okay, fine.
You're sorry PJ died.
-Thank you. -How many people have you lost?
Like real loss.
Not grandparents or hamsters.
Only PJ.
By the time I was two, I'd lost everyone.
-How did it happen? -That.
That right there. That is my point.
We're so obsessed with quantifying the minute variables around death,
that we ignore its most common symptom.
Frailty.
As a species, we are weak.
You can't cure death.
Well, you can.
But you shouldn't.
I don't want to.
Immortality? Ugh, imagine.
Never get anything done, because "There's always tomorrow."
That's true.
What happened to PJ is a senseless tragedy,
made all the more senseless by its inopportune timing.
Because, Tilda, I am so close to curing that frailty.
You really think your stem cells would have saved him?
You saw how quickly Juan metabolizes neurotoxins.
There's no guarantee PJ would have developed Juan's side effects.
It's true.
Some stem cell side effects are specific to the individual.
But some could be universal. Take a look.
There is a battle royale raging in that petri dish.
Nate's neurotoxin versus your white blood cells.
Guess who's winning.
Great. So your synthetic stem cells are superior to Nate's.
Obviously.
There's still no guarantee they'll prevent death.
I'm not looking for guarantees.
I'm just looking for a fighting chance.
And you, Juan, and Abbi,
you all have that fighting chance.
What you're proposing, everyone would be like us.
Monsters.
That is your word, not mine.
You're the one killing your failed experiments.
I thought they were in agony.
And more importantly, they thought they were in agony.
Now, thanks to you, I've seen the error of my ways.
Our DNA doesn't make us monsters, our actions do.
Aren't you supposed to be working on our fix?
It'll be ready by morning.
Restorative synthetic stem cells.
Designed to make you weak.
Well, human.
Bravo.
I'm worried about Tilda.
Yeah, I know you are.
I am too.
She'll be fine.
How can you be so sure?
Because she's got you looking out for her.
-Holy shit. Abbi. -Oh, my God.
-Abbi!
-Who are you calling? -Hannah.
A little early?
Would you wanna wait to hear news like this?
Fair.
Abbi? It's a little early, don't you think?
Sarkov did it. The cure is ready.
-It's ready? -It's ready.
He's going to fix us?
He's gonna fix us.
Who's gonna fix you?
-Hannah, who is that? -No. No.
No, please!
-Hannah?
Just go. Go, go, go.
Hannah!
-Hannah! -Hannah?
Hannah?
Shit.
Abbi.
-Hannah!
Where are you?
You want your friend?
I want this cure she's talking about.
Nate?
Hannah?
Door to your left. He's alone.
-Did you bring it? -Where is she?
I'll give you her location when I'm human again.
I want proof of life first.
We both know she's alive.
Nothing kills her.
And I've tried.
Now, let's go.
Not you, stinky.
Loud mouth.
Remember, if I die, she--
Ow.
Oh, shit.
Oh, God.
He's alive.
Al warned me something like this could happen.
Al?
I don't--
"Say my name."
Say my name.
Isabel Finch.
So ridiculous.
You're her, aren't you?
I'm not scared of you, Finch.
Boop.
Took you long enough.
Oh, these fucking nightmares.
You're telling me.
Finch?
Yes. Finally.
No more screaming into the void.
You need to stop wrecking this lab.
You are endangering my life-- Both our lives.
-I'm not wrecking the lab. You are. -Don't be absurd.
This is a state-of-the-art facility. It has everything I need--
To get us both killed.
Crain said if I cured myself,
she would see the benefit in my synthetic stem cells.
And deep down, you know she's lying.
Okay, so now what do we do?
You tell me.
You're the boss.
He's awake.
It works.
I'm human.
I'm also dizzy.
Hannah. Where is she?
Start heading south on the I-5.
I'll text you her exact location in 15 minutes.
Maybe I'll kill you now.
If you do, you'll never find her. That I promise you.
-Abbi, what if he's lying? -I can't take that chance.
Abbi's got the right idea.
Tilda, we have to save Hannah.
You killed PJ.
Then you know I don't fuck around.
We're not the monsters.
Idiot.
Dr. Crain? Dr. Lang.
Dr. Nate Lang.
From Portland. Yes.
I'm very much alive.
And I've got something you want.
She's over there.
-Hannah. -Hannah!
Hey. It's Abbi. It's okay. We're here. Everything's gonna be all right.
Help me.
It's okay. Hannah, you're safe now. You're safe.
This does not feel safe.
I've lost track of how many times I've died.
Tell me you ripped that bastard a new one.
Kind of.
We traded Dr. Sarkov's fix for you.
So he got away?
It was the only way to find you. On the plus side, we know it works.
You will be the first one to get it.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I didn't think he was gonna target you.
-I didn't think you and I were-- -You knew he was out there?
Yes.
And you didn't think to warn me about this vengeful monster?
Look, I was giving you your space.
I thought he would go after my family.
I don't know how you do this. I really don't.
I need to leave.
And you do too, before something or someone kills you.
No, I can't leave. Not yet.
Abbi.
There is nothing good here.
There will be.
Well, moving forward,
if there's a monster on a rampage, give me a heads up, okay?
Darcy.
You don't have to move out.
I can find another place.
Juan, this is your apartment.
But what about your furniture?
I'll get it later.
What about your paintings?
They're just paintings.
Darcy. Darcy. Darcy, please.
I know what you're going to say.
Don't.
Darcy.
Te amo.
I'm just coming around back.
One sec.
I see you. I'm right here.
Abbi, don't tell me you're still looking for Hannah.
Don't worry, we found her.
Tilda.
Good, I'm glad.
It's funny, the things I was willing to do when I was that beast,
I kind of regret now.
When you see Hannah, tell her "no hard feelings."
Actually, I have a message from Hannah.
And Darcy.
And PJ.
Oh.
Yeah, it's...
Dr. Lang.
Dr. Crain asked me to pick you up.