Episode Two
Discovery
Part Two
NEXT SCENE
AT THE POLICE STATION, IN RAY’S OFFICE. RAY IS ON THE PHONE.
Ray: How could a serial killer escape from a high security prison?
RAY SLAMS THE RECEIVER DOWN. HE PICKS UP HIS COAT AND HURRIES OUT.
NEXT SCENE
NUMEROUS FLAK-JACKETED MEN MOBILIZE. THEY ARE GOING AFTER LYNCH. RAY MOTIONS ONE OF THE VEHICLES OVER TO HIM.
Ray: Alright, let’s go. Come on.
RAY GETS IN ONE OF THE SWAT TEAM VANS. WE SEE IT HAS A LOT OF EQUIPMENT AND TV SCREENS IN THE BACK.
Ray: (to SWAT team officer) Lynch’s transmitter active?
Ofc: Yeah.
Ray: Where’s he headed?
WE SEE ON A SCREEN A MAP WITH A DOT TRAVELING DOWN A ROAD--S. SANTA FE AVENUE.
Ofc: South on Santa Fe toward Sixth Street.
Ray: (giving Ofc a confused look) The bridge?
Ofc: (nodding) Looks like it.
Ray: Its a good thing he doesn’t know about the implant.
CUT TO A CAR STREAKING DOWN A BUSY STREET. WE SEE LYNCH BEHIND THE WHEEL, SWERVING AND CUTTING PEOPLE OFF. HORNS HONK. TIRES SQUEAL.
CUT BACK TO THE SWAT VAN.
Ray: All right, we’ve gotta get all units into position before he reaches that bridge.
Ofc: (speaking into a CB) This is Alpha 14, suspect heading east approaching Sixth Street bridge. Block the on ramp.
Dispatcher: (over radio) Roger Alpha 14.
CUT BACK TO LYNCH IN THE CAR. HE COMES UPON THE COP CARS AT THE ROAD BLOCK AND SWERVES TO AVOID THEM. HE CUTS OFF A TRACTOR TRAILER AND SPEEDS OFF. HE TURNS AND DRIVES UNDER AN OVERPASS.
Ofc: He’s slowing.
Ray: We got him.
Ofc: That’s it, he’s stopped.
THE OFFICER SPEAKS INTO A CB RECEIVER.
Ofc: Attention all units. Suspect has stopped under the Sixth Street bridge.
CUT BACK TO THE SIXTH STREET BRIDGE. A COP CAR SQUEALS INTO VIEW AND THE SWAT VAN FOLLOWS BEHIND. WE SEE LYNCH’S PARKED CAR. THE POLICE MOVE INTO POSITION AROUND IT.
Ray: (still in the SWAT van) Something’s wrong. He’s just sitting there.
RAY GETS A BULLETPROOF VEST AND LEAVES THE VAN. HE COMES AROUND THE VAN WEARING THE VEST AND APPROACHES A SECOND SWAT TEAM OFFICER WHO HAS HIS RIFLE TRAINED ON LYNCH’S CAR.
2nd Ofc: No sign of movement, Sir.
Ray: Ahh, he’s still in there. The signal still hasn’t moved.
2nd Ofc: Maybe he’s lying down.
RAY GETS A BULLHORN.
Ray: (speaking into the bullhorn) Lynch, step out of the car. I repeat, step out of the car!
HE PUTS THE BULLHORN DOWN AND TURNS TO THE SECOND SWAT TEAM OFFICER.
Ray: Take out the tires.
THE SECOND OFFICER DOES SO.
Ray: (into a portable radio) Let’s go. All units move in!
THE SWAT GUYS CONVERGE ON THE VEHICLE. RAY RUNS FORWARD AS WELL. RAY OPENS THE CAR DOOR. THE CAR IS EMPTY.
2nd Ofc: What the hell?
RAY GETS A HANDKERCHIEF AND PICKS UP SOMETHING FROM THE DRIVER SEAT. WE SEE BLOOD ON THE HANKY.
Ray: Lynch’s transmitter.
2nd Ofc: (incredulous) He ripped it out of his own arm?
RAY SLAMS THE CAR DOOR SHUT IN DISGUST.
NEXT SCENE
AT THE BIO LAB. SLOAN IS IN HER OFFICE SEATED AT HER DESK. WE SEE ED IN HIS OFFICE THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW BETWEEN THE TWO OFFICES. SLOAN ROLLS HER CHAIR BACK TO THE WINDOW.
Sloan: Check it out.
THROUGH THE WINDOW SHE HANDS ED A PAPER WITH A COLORFUL BRAIN SCAN ON IT.
Sloan: Lynch’s EEG.
ED LOOKS AT THE READOUT.
Ed: Whoa.
Sloan: Uh-huh. His level of electrical discharge is more than three times pattern. It’s almost pure energy. Incredibly efficient.
Ed: Kinda makes you wonder what this guy’s capable of.
SLOAN NODS.
Ed: Bet he’d be real good at figuring out how much to tip.
SLOAN SMILES.
Sloan: For all we know, he could read our minds, Ed.
Ed: ESP?
Sloan: (nodding) It’s been documented in countless studies and those tests were on humans. His brain makes a Pentium 233 look like--
Ed: An abacus.
A KNOCK SOUNDS ON SLOAN’S DOOR. THEY BOTH TURN AND SEE RAY.
Ray: Dr. Parker, we need to talk.
SLOAN GETS UP FROM HER CHAIR AND ED STARTS TO CLOSE THE WINDOW BETWEEN THEIR OFFICES.
Ray: (to Ed) No, you too.
ED GETS UP AND ENTERS SLOAN’S OFFICE. THROUGH THE WINDOW BEHIND RAY WE SEE ANOTHER DETECTIVE STANDING OUTSIDE SLOAN’S OFFICE.
Ray: Lynch escaped.
Sloan: Oh my God.
SHE COVERS HER MOUTH WITH HER HAND.
Ed: (incredulous) How?
Ray: Killed a doctor. Killed a guard, switched uniforms, and just walked out.
Sloan: (stunned) He saw me. He woke up when Attwood was examining him.
Ray: You’re going to be needing protection.
RAY MOTIONS THE OTHER DETECTIVE TO ENTER AND ANOTHER ONE WE DIDN’T SEE BEFORE FOLLOWS AS WELL.
Ray: (to Sloan) Detective Masters. You two are gonna become real close. At least until we find Lynch.
SLOAN NODS IN AGREEMENT.
Ed: (to Ray) Not to seem presumptuous, but--
Ray: (walking over to Ed) Don’t worry, I have a new friend for you too. Now we’re beefing up security at the lab. No more open door policy.
SLOAN SIGHS.
NEXT SCENE
SLOAN OPENS HER APARTMENT DOOR. SHE HAS TWO PLATES OF PIZZA IN HER HAND.
Sloan: (to the detectives from earlier) You know, you guys can come inside.
Masters: Thanks, Ma’am, but we really need to stay out here.
Sloan: Okay. Just stop calling me “Ma’am”.
SHE SMILES AT THE GUYS AND WE SEE THEM SMILE BACK AS SLOAN CLOSES THE DOOR AND LOCKS IT. SHE WALKS OVER TO THE CENTER ISLAND IN HER KITCHEN AREA. ED IS SITTING THERE.
Ed: We have no idea what we’re doing, Sloan.
Sloan: I do.
Ed: Come on. You’re winging it. We both are. Maybe we can handle the DNA, but we’ve no business screwing around with serial killers.
Sloan: This serial killer is precisely our business.
SLOAN WALKS OVER TO THE TABLE AND EATS SOME PIZZA.
Ed: You’re not scared by any of this?
Sloan: (exhaling) Scared to death. Stop reminding me.
ED JOINS HER AT THE TABLE.
Sloan: You gonna eat your crust?
ED LOOKS AT HER AND SLOAN SMILES.
Ed: Where do you put it?
Sloan: (absently) Must have a high metabolism.
Ed: (with a look of realization) Might be the same thing with Lynch. I mean, think about it. This kind of cranial activity would require a hell of a lot of energy.
Sloan: I’d say that’s a pretty good guess.
Ed: (standing up from the table) Maybe we could starve ‘em out.
Sloan: Unfortunately they’re probably too smart.
Ed: How smart is what we don’t know.
SLOAN LOOKS UP AND STARTS GATHERING LYNCH’S BRAIN DATA. SHE GETS UP FROM THE TABLE.
Sloan: You’re right.
Ed: Wha--where you going?
Sloan: To find out. Dr. Mark Baker at University Hospitals is a neural specialist. I’m sure we could convince him to look at the CT scans and tell us what he thinks.
Ed: I’d love to come with ya, but Attwood wants me back at the lab.
Sloan: Suit yourself.
SLOAN OPENS THE DOOR.
Sloan: (to Masters) We’re gonna take a ride to University Hospital.
SLOAN TURNS BACK TO ED.
Sloan: Lock up for me?
Ed: Ah, sure thing. Hey, Sloan. Be careful.
Masters: (speaking into a portable radio) Unit 22, I’m taking Dr. Parker to University Hospitals.
THE SECOND DETECTIVE COVERS THE DOOR AND ED WAVES AT HIM. ED CLOSES THE DOOR.
NEXT SCENE
NIGHTTIME. A RAIN-SLICKENED PARKING LOT. WE SEE A POLICE CAR IN AN ALLEY AND HEAR CHATTER OVER THE POLICE CB RADIO. THE CAMERA PANS INTO THE CAR AND WE SEE A DEAD POLICEMAN LEANING OVER THE PASSENGER SEAT. LYNCH IS IN THE DRIVER SEAT, HOLDING THE CB RECEIVER. HE HAS HEARD MASTERS’ UPDATE ON SLOAN’S LOCATION. LYNCH TURNS THE HEADLIGHTS ON. HE LEANS OVER AND REMOVES THE EYEGLASSES FROM THE DEAD COP, FOLDING THE EARPIECES DOWN AS HE LOOKS OUT THE WINDSHIELD, LOST IN THOUGHT.
NEXT SCENE
A CAR PARKS IN A DARK LOT. SLOAN GETS OUT AND MASTERS JOINS HER.
Sloan: (to Masters) Baker’s office is on the third floor. If we cut through the emergency room, we can take the stairs. Its much faster.
THEY WALK OVER TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM DOOR.
CUT TO SLOAN AND MASTERS CLIMBING UP FLIGHTS OF STAIRS IN A DIM STAIRWELL.
Masters: My wife had a mammogram here. Two hundred bucks. They can’t afford lights in the stairwell?!?
Sloan: Energy savers.
Masters: How may floors?
Sloan: (good-naturedly) Few more. Come on.
SLOAN SPRINTS AHEAD OF OUR STOCKY, WINDED DETECTIVE.
Sloan: I did a fellowship here. You’re gonna like Dr. Baker. He’s big on one-liners. His class was like a stand-up act.
SLOAN PAUSES ON THE THIRD FLOOR LANDING. DETECTIVE MASTERS ISN’T WITH HER AND WE DON’T HEAR HIS FOOTSTEPS BELOW.
Sloan: (over her shoulder with a smile) Whatsa matter, the stairs too much for you?
SLOAN TURNS.
Sloan: (concerned now) Detective Masters?
SHE PEERS DOWN TO THE EMPTY LANDING BELOW. SLOWLY SHE DESCENDS THE STAIRS AND PEERS AROUND THE CORNER.
Sloan: Detective?
STILL NO RESPONSE. SHE DESCENDS A FEW MORE STAIRS AND WE SEE THE FIREHOSE CABINET DOOR AJAR. THE FIREHOSE IS HANGING OUT THE BOTTOM, TRAILING OVER TO DETECTIVE MASTERS’ PRONE BODY, WRAPPED AROUND BOTH THE STAIR RAIL AND HIS NECK. SLOAN GASPS AND COVERS HER MOUTH. SHE BACKS AWAY FROM THE BODY AND INTO THE CORNER OF THE LANDING. THE DIM LIGHTS GO OUT AND SLOAN SCREAMS. IN THE DIM LIGHT FROM THE LANDING BELOW WE SEE A FIGURE SWAGGERING UP THE STAIRS, SWINGING A NIGHTSTICK. THE LIGHTS COME UP. WE SEE LYNCH. HE SMILES AT SLOAN.
Lynch: Thanks for coming by.
SLOAN TAKES OFF UP THE STAIRS. LYNCH FOLLOWS AT A STEADY PACE. SLOAN COMES TO A SET OF FIRE DOORS, BUT THEY ARE LOCKED. SHE POUNDS ON THEM.
Sloan: Help! Open the door!
SLOAN FRANTICALLY LOOKS OVER HER SHOULDER. LYNCH IS STILL SLOWLY CLIMBING THE STAIRS BELOW HER.
Sloan: Help!
SHE RUNS FROM THE DOOR AND STARTS UP THE NEXT FLIGHT OF STAIRS. SHE COMES TO THE DOOR TO THE ROOF. IT IS LOCKED AS WELL.
Sloan: Help!
LYNCH IS RIGHT BEHIND HER. SLOAN THROWS HER MASSIVE SHOULDER BAG AT HIM AND RETURNS TO POUNDING ON THE DOOR. HE DODGES THE BAG EASILY. LYNCH FINISHES THE STAIRS AND STEPS ON THE LANDING. SLOAN BACKS UP AGAINST THE WALL.
Sloan: (nearly hysterical) Too many people know, Lynch. The word is out. Killing me won’t change a thing.
LYNCH FACES HER.
Lynch: Then again maybe...
HE HITS THE WALL WITH THE NIGHTSTICK.
Lynch: ...it might.
HE SMACKS HER WRIST AWAY LIGHTLY WITH THE NIGHTSTICK. LYNCH GENTLY BRUSHES HER OVERSHIRT AWAY AND PRODS HER STOMACH WITH THE STICK.
SUDDENLY HE RAISES IT UP, UNDER HER NECK, PINNING HER TO THE WALL WITH IT, CHOKING HER. HE LEANS IN CLOSE TO HER FACE, ALMOST AS IF HE’S GOING TO KISS HER.
Sloan: (gasping) I just need to know one thing.
Lynch: (whispering as his intense gaze roams over her face) What’s that? You can ask me anything you want.
HE SMILES EVILLY AT HER.
Sloan: Pain. Do you feel pain?
Lynch: Absolutely.
SLOAN KNEES HIM IN THE GROIN AND HE CRUMPLES WITH A GROAN. SHE RACES DOWN THE STAIRS, TRIPPING ON THE LAST FEW (‘CAUSE SHE ALWAYS WEARS THOSE BIG SHOES). LYNCH GETS UP, A BIT HUNCHED OVER FROM THE PAIN AND STARTS DOWN THE STAIRS. SLOAN LOOKS UP AT HIM FROM WHERE SHE’S SPRAWLED ON THE LANDING. SUDDENLY THE ROOF DOOR OPENS AND WE SEE TOM RUSH THROUGH.
Tom: (shouting) LEAVE HER ALONE, LYNCH!
(BIG SIGH THERE. HE’S IN THE SAME OUTFIT FROM THE CEMETERY. SHORT OVERCOAT FLOWING BEHIND HIM LIKE A SUPER-HERO’S CAPE. OR AM I PROJECTING?)
Lynch: (calmly speaking over his shoulder) None of your business, Daniels.
Tom: (shouting) YES IT IS!
TOM TACKLES LYNCH AND THEY TUMBLE DOWN TO THE LANDING. SLOAN RUNS DOWN THE STAIRS. TOM SMACKS LYNCH INTO A WALL AND THEY TUMBLE A FEW MORE FLIGHTS. LOTS OF GROANS AND OOFS. WE SEE A SECURITY GUARD APPEAR FROM ABOVE. LYNCH LANDS ON TOP OF TOM AND STARTS TO STRANGLE HIM.
Guard: Hey! What’s going on down there?
LYNCH SEES THE GUARD AND RACES OFF.
Guard: Hey! You! Hold it, Stop!
LYNCH REACHES THE LANDING WHERE SLOAN IS, RACES PAST HER AND LEAPS THE ENTIRE FLIGHT OF STAIRS TO THE NEXT LANDING.
Guard: Stop right now!
THE SECURITY GUARD FOLLOWS LYNCH.
CUT TO SLOAN, AS SHE GOES TO TOM, WHO IS STILL ON THE FLOOR. HE GIVES HER A REASSURING LOOK AS HE REACHES FOR HER.
CUT TO LYNCH PLOWING THROUGH THE DOOR TO THE STAIRWELL AND INTO A BASEMENT HALLWAY. HE RUNS OFF, AND CLIMBS OVER A WALL AND OUT A WINDOW. THE SECURITY GUARD COMES THROUGH THE DOOR LOOKING FOR LYNCH. HE’S GONE.
NEXT SCENE
THE HOSPITAL PARKING LOT, NIGHTTIME. RED AND BLUE POLICE CAR LIGHTS FLASH. RAY APPROACHES SLOAN, WHO IS SITTING ON THE TAILGATE OF AN AMBULANCE.
Ray: No sign of Lynch.
RAY LOOKS TO THE DOORWAY OF THE HOSPITAL. WE SEE A BODY BAG BEING WHEELED OUT ON A GURNEY BY CORONER’S TECHNICIANS. SLOAN LOOKS SAD.
Ray: I lost a good man in there, Dr. Parker. I’d like to believe he didn’t die because you’ve been lying to me.
Sloan: I’ve told you the truth about everything.
Ray: Even him?
RAY GESTURES TO TOM, WHO IS LEANING AGAINST A COP CAR ACROSS THE PARKING LOT. HIS ARMS ARE CROSSED OVER HIS CHEST AND HE’S STARING AT SLOAN, HIS EYES NEVER LEAVING HER, ALMOST AN ANGRY EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE. A FEMALE DETECTIVE STANDS NEXT TO HIM, TRYING TO ASK HIM QUESTIONS.
Sloan: I couldn't tell you about my contact with him. I didn’t want to scare him away.
Ray: And all that poking around in apartment buildings and cemeteries, what was that about?
Sloan: Just what I said it was. Looking for a body. Looking for answers.
Ray: And you’re sure that it was Lynch that attacked you?
Sloan: (she nods and then points at Tom) And he saved me.
RAY TURNS TO LOOK AT TOM AND THEN LOOKS BACK AT SLOAN.
Ray: So first you tell me that Daniels is a new species and that he tried to kill you. Now he’s supposed to be saving your life?
SLOAN NODS ABSENTLY.
Ray: I’m sorry, I just don’t get the game plan for this new species.
Sloan: Neither do I. All I know is that Lynch and the five others are killers--
Ray: Which is reason enough for me to lock him up until we can sort this out.
Sloan: He is different. He’s proven that tonight.
Ray: So you’re not afraid of him anymore?
SLOAN LOOKS SEARCHINGLY AT TOM WHERE HE STANDS ACROSS THE PARKING LOT. HE’S STILL STARING AT HER, IGNORING THE QUESTIONS FROM THE DETECTIVES AROUND HIM. SEEMINGLY IGNORING EVERYTHING, EXCEPT SLOAN.
Sloan: No.
Ray: No.
RAY GESTURES TO THE DETECTIVES WITH TOM.
THEY BRING HIM OVER TO SLOAN AND RAY. TOM LOOKS RESENTFUL OF THEM LEADING HIM. HE LOOKS GOOD.
Ray: (to the detectives) Thanks.
THE DETECTIVES LEAVE. TOM LOOKS AT SLOAN. THIS IS QUITE A LOOK.
Ray: You know if I let him go, I can’t promise I can protect you.
SLOAN LOOKS AT TOM. TOM GLANCES OVER AT RAY, THEN BACK TO SLOAN.
Tom: I can.
(SIGH. OKAY, REWIND THE TAPE AND WATCH THAT BIT AGAIN.)
SLOAN GIVES A SMALL SMILE AND TOM NODS JUST PERCEPTIBLY.
NEXT SCENE
SLOAN IS DRIVING HER CAR. TOM IS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
Sloan: Thank you.
SHE PAUSES.
Sloan: So Dr. Attwood managed to get a CT scan of Lynch’s brain.
TOM SIGHS RUEFULLY.
Sloan: I’m not an expert. That’s where I was going when Lynch attacked me. But I can tell you his brain puts out a lot of energy. Is that normal?
Tom: I’m not a doctor, Sloan.
Sloan: I know that, but it’s clear you have a much higher brain capacity.
Tom: We have smaller brains.
Sloan: Which is consistent with the evolutionary development of man. Your brains operate faster, more efficiently, and at a much higher level of intelligence.
Tom: Than the average person, yes. Which you are definitely not.
SLOAN SHAKES HER HEAD AND LAUGHS.
Sloan:Thank you again. In your house. That black pallet. I saw another one.
TOM’S ATTENTION IS FIXED AS HE LOOKS OVER AT SLOAN.
Tom: Where?
Sloan: In an empty apartment. The owner disappeared. What are they, Tom?
Tom: (reluctantly) Beds.
Sloan: Beds?
Tom: Yes.
SLOAN’S PAGER BEEPS. SHE CHECKS IT.
Sloan: It’s Ed. He says turn to KWF radio.
SLOAN TURNS THE CAR RADIO ON.
CUT TO BIO LAB. ATTWOOD STANDS BEFORE A GROUP OF REPORTERS AND PHOTOGRAPHERS. LIGHTS FLASH, PEOPLE MURMUR.
Attwood: The discovery of a new Homo genus species is a credit to all in this laboratory, especially to the tireless research of Dr. Ann Coulter.
REPORTERS SCRAMBLE TO GET THEIR QUESTIONS ASKED.
First Reporter: How many of these new species are there?
WE SEE ED WATCHING THE PROCEEDINGS WITH A WORRIED LOOK.
Attwood: That we don’t know. In fact, we know very little other than the fact that they exist.
CUT BACK TO THE CAR. WE SEE TOM LISTENING TO THE PRESS CONFERENCE WITH CONCERN. HE GLANCES OVER AT SLOAN.
CUT BACK TO THE LAB.
Second Reporter: Is it true that your proof is limited to a single sample of DNA?
Attwood: For the time being that’s correct. We hope to establish more as time and research continue.
Second Reporter: So isn’t it possible then that your DNA sample was simply contaminated or some kind of a bizarre mutation?
Attwood: Possible, but not probable. One more question.
First Reporter: Do you have a name for this new species?
Attwood: That would be premature at this time.
CUT BACK TO SLOAN’S CAR. SHE’S LISTENING AS ATTWOOD WRAPS UP THE PRESS CONFERENCE.
Attwood: (over the radio) Thank you all for coming.
Radio Announcer: That was Dr. Walter Attwood from Whitney University.
Tom: (adamantly) Pull the car over.
SLOAN PULLS OVER AND PARKS THE CAR. TOM GETS OUT (CHECK OUT THAT SEXY NECK AND ADAM’S APPLE) AND SLOAN FOLLOWS SUIT. HE WALKS OVER TO THE SIDEWALK, PACING, VISIBLY UPSET.
Tom: What Attwood has done here, has made a terrible mistake.
Sloan: What was wrong with what he said? He wasn’t lying about anything, was he?
Tom: You’d better hope most people think he is.
Sloan: Why? What are you afraid of?
Tom: It’s what you should be afraid of Sloan. Attwood’s just raised the stakes. This is a threat, do you understand that? To our existence. He’s just made things more dangerous.
Sloan: Things were pretty dangerous before he went public. Lynch is the perfect example of that.
Tom: You just don’t know what you’re up against.
Sloan: Well then tell me! Just tell me!
Tom: (nodding slightly) Okay. Let’s go.
HE WALKS OVER TO THE CAR.
NEXT SCENE
WE SEE A PARKED CAR. THE CAMERA PANS UP AND WE SEE ATTWOOD BEHIND THE WHEEL. A CAR PULLS UP NEXT TO HIM AND THE LEFT REAR WINDOW LOWERS. A WOMAN IN HER THIRTIES LOOKS UP.
Woman: Press conference seemed to go well.
Attwood: Assuming it was the right thing to do.
Woman: That’s not your concern, Walter.
Attwood: Just so long as I’m not left out of the loop.
Woman: You know everything you need to know.
Attwood: Do you think anyone will actually believe the news?
Woman: (pursing her lips) We’ll see, won’t we?
THE WINDOW RAISES AND THE CAR CARRYING THE WOMAN DRIVES OFF. ATTWOOD STARTS HIS CAR.
NEXT SCENE
SLOAN DRIVES DOWN A DUSTY ROAD AND PARKS IN THE CLEARING OF A WOODED AREA. SHE GETS OUT AND SO DOES TOM. HE’S CARRYING A COUPLE OF FLASHLIGHTS. HE LOOKS AROUND.
Tom: This is it.
HE HANDS A LIGHT TO SLOAN. THEY TURN THEM ON AND WALK TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE TO A CAVE. TOM ENTERS FIRST, LEADING SLOAN THROUGH THE CAVE.
Sloan: How much further?
TOM LOOKS BACK AT SLOAN OVER HIS SHOULDER AND CONTINUES ON. SHE’S SCANNING THE WALLS AND FLOOR WITH HER FLASHLIGHT. SHE COMES UPON A PAIR OF EYEGLASSES, ALMOST STEPPING ON THEM. SHE BENDS DOWN AND PICKS THEM UP. SHE LOOKS AT TOM, BEAUTIFULLY LIT IN THE GLOW OF HER FLASHLIGHT. HE’S STANDING BEFORE PILES OF PERSONAL ITEMS: EYEGLASSES, SHOES, PURSES AND WALLETS. SLOAN IS STUNNED, HER MOUTH AGAPE.
Sloan: All these people.
Tom: (looking over his shoulder at her) You wanted to know what you were up against? I’ve tried to tell you Sloan. It’s evolution. You can’t survive.
Sloan: (shaking her head) We’ll fight for our survival.
Tom: (pointedly) And you’ll lose.
CUT TO A SCENE OF A COMPUTER SCREEN FLASHING THE RESULTS OF A DNA TEST--1.6%.
End Episode 2
