The Institute

Previously on The Institute...

Look, kid, you're pretty banged up.

We should probably get you to a doctor or hospital.

No, no, no. I don't have time for that.

I need to get to a place called the Red Steps.

Do you know it?

I know how it sounds.

You think I'm having some sort of break with reality

or maybe the beginnings of schizophrenia.

I didn't say that. I know Stackhouse is real.

The rest of it is a little weird.

Zeke, where exactly is the locater on subject Ellis?

What do you mean, ma'am?

I'm showing him directly in front of you.

There's a chance,

if we bring the boy back quickly enough,

we never have to make the call.

If we bring him back alive.

Easy, easy.

Chief, this boy needs help.

What happened to him?

The kid's got a flash drive,

says it'll help back up his story.

I have eyes on the boy.

Some kind of video.

Well, I guess we'd better watch it.

Oh, God. Hope this works.

I'll never be strong enough to do this again.

Luke, if you're watching this,

it means that you're out,

and I'm dead.

So...

I-I'm gonna hide this in my uniform.

I made a hole.

I'm gonna record everything,

so you can show the world.

My life story doesn't matter.

I'm going to hell anyway.

I knew that 20 years ago in Afghanistan.

Just... I'm sorry it took me too long to see.

You don't think of yourself as evil.

It's still hard for me to believe what we've done.

All in service of this thing they created.

This machine they've made has needs.

And, of course,

the biggest need is a constant supply of children.

Because Back Half uses them up.

By the time they hit Recovery, they're gone.

Kaput.

'Gorked', we say.

Eventually, they just forget to keep breathing.

Recovery.

We call it Gorky Park.

Oh, my God.

Sometimes, you just make jokes...

trying to stay sane.

And this is where they all end up.

No. No, no, no.

Dust to dust.

No one thinks of themselves as evil.

Nobody should have to...

Well, uh...

now you know.

What in the name of all that is holy did I just watch?

Where the hell have you been, son?

-What's our ETA? -Thirty minutes.

-Target confirmed? -Yeah.

Our asset says the boy is still inside the station.

He neutralized one of Stackhouse's people already.

Who?

Uh, one of his sleepers.

-So, we're going in hot. -Yes.

You're cleared to go in hot.

Just recover the kid. Keep our asset in place.

If there are problems?

Then... we deep clean.

And just be aware, the night-knocker's ex-Army;

he's gonna be on high alert.

Well, at least he won't be too smart.

What does that mean?

I just mean, like,

Yeah. My dad's 26 years career army.

He has a doctorate and three master's degrees, so...

My friends are all still there. We need to hurry,

and we can save them, but we need to go now.

Look around you, kid.

This department is not built to hit a place like that.

It's a hard target. You would need a SWAT Team.

-Or three. -Every day, kids are dying.

-We-we can't waste more time. -What do you think happens

if the Chief goes in there with two officers.

-It's not just... -Hello? Chief?

You back there?

Hey, what's up with the phones? I heard...

Drew, I need you to mind the shop.

People are gonna call about the cell service,

the Internet, and God knows what else.

-But what's going on? -You're in charge.

I'm taking these two to Portland right now.

I know the SAC down there... Special Agent in Charge.

He's a good guy, rock solid.

And this... whatever the hell this is,

I will tell you one thing. It is way above our purview here.

-Let's go. -I can drive them, sir.

-I'm happy to go. -No, you stay here.

Get Wendy in. All hands on deck.

Uh, yeah, uh, Chief, please.

I-I don't wanna... Why don't I take them?

I don't wanna be in charge. What if there's an emergency?

There's no Comms. I won't be able to reach you.

Get Wendy in. The two of you can handle it.

I'm gonna walk this in myself.

They're not gonna take you seriously otherwise.

We're gonna get you some help, kid.

Shit! Damn it!

Goddamn it!

Don't fuck with me, Jamieson!

Don't fuck with me!

Drew... Drew, I am...

I am not going to fuck with you.

I never meant to do that.

Get his cuffs.

Drew, just... just take a second. Think about what...

Tim, I have known the Chief 20 years,

and look what I just did to him. I've known you how long?

Two fucking months? Now, get his cuffs. Now!

All right, all right. All right.

Good.

Now, take the cuffs and lock the kid to the bench.

He's the one they want.

Now! Go! Go!

You think I'm fucking around?

Sorry, kid.

Okay, now, do yourself,

next to him, so I can keep an eye on both of you.

Do it right! I'm watching you.

Okay. Good. Good.

Under control.

This is Reynolds. I've got them.

Both of them?

-Yes. -Excellent.

Hang on.

Yes, sir.

We just may live through this yet.

-You wanted to see me. -We're gonna have to move

the Dixon boy up, quick and dirty. Use the Tank.

This is a bad idea.

It's a terrible idea. He's too much of a wild card.

He's so strong in some ways, I'd worry...

I have the Keyhole in two hours. If we can't make it,

there's gonna be problems. Just do it.

Now!

You still there?

I'm here.

I have a team 20 minutes out.

I need you to control the situation

until they reinforce you.

Yeah. I can do that.

Now what?

You wouldn't happen to have...

a safety pin or a paperclip, would you?

No.

Uh, there was a bit of a, uh...

a complication. Uh...

I had to...

Chief Ashworth is dead.

Understood.

The team will take care of that.

Okay. Uh...

Now, listen to me, Reynold...

Um, okay.

I need you to lock down that place

until backup arrives.

No one in. No one out.

I can't stress that enough.

Lock it down.

No one is going anywhere.

Um... No, I understand.

Locked down. Yeah.

Sure.

ETA 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Got it. I'll uh...

Yeah, I-I'll wait here.

Just send them to the side door, and I'll let them in.

Just hang tight. Okay? Just hang tight.

You don't wanna do this.

Well, it's a bit late for that, Tim.

Day late and a dollar short for that.

You're making a huge fucking mistake, man.

I can't look at this shit anymore.

Shit, the, um, the drive thing.

The fucking video's in his pocket.

Shit.

That, uh... that thing you did with the tree?

You think... you think you might be able to try it

with those paperclips?

No, no, I told you. I can't. I can't control that, okay?

It happens when I'm upset or if I'm angry.