Zoo

For centuries, mankind has been the dominant species.

We've domesticated animals, locked them up,

killed them for sport.

But a series of recent events seem to suggest

all across the globe animals have decided: "No more."

And so we were hired,

a team of people from different backgrounds,

with different specialities:

An expert in animal behavior,

a journalist,

safari guide,

foreign intelligence agent,

and a veterinary pathologist.

Our task: to find out what is happening with the animals,

why it's happening,

and how to stop it.

Previously on Zoo...

The plan on the table is to drop a version of Endrin on the bats.

Endrin? You do realize you'd be risking the health

of every single living thing in Rio.

Over here.

That's not Evan Lee Hartley.

So where is he?

The guy underlined every reference to animals in the Bible.

I mean, every single one.

I also found this.

- That's Evan Lee Hartley. - Who's that standing next to him?

That's my father.

Think I almost got it.

I can't even begin to understand

what's happening right now.

Do not.

You're making a mistake.

The Mother Cell is in every single product Reiden makes.

It's everywhere. It's all over the world,

and it can't be stopped.

Listen to me. N-No, nobody is tricking you.

Where is it?

Please, I can explain.

An intelligence agent tries to bug my cell antenna,

the explanation is obvious: Interpol.

We have no interest in your business.

We needed your antenna to get rid of the bats.

She's telling you the truth.

Says the American from the DEA.

I'm a veterinary pathologist.

You don't believe me?

Well, I got the Presidential Award from the ACVP,

a swell group of geniuses.

You want to hear me talk about

experimental mycoplasmosis in alligators?

How about gallbladder adenocarcinoma

in African lions?

I'm not a DEA agent.

Only thing I know about the drug war is that... drugs won.

So, good for you.

I need to speak to Gabriela Machado. Now.

Senhorita Machado.

Mr. Kenyatta.

We're about to drop the Endrin,

the chemical to get rid of the bats.

Now, I know Chloe wanted me to delay,

but everything is falling apart...

That's not why I'm here.

Chloe and another colleague of mine

have been taken by a man named Silva.

- Silva? - Yes, do you know him?

Gustavo Silva.

He controls half the favelas.

- Drugs, weapons... - I need your help.

We have power outages in most of the city.

- Lootings, fires... - Please.

I have dealt with men like Silva before.

I know this does not end well.

Sargento.

Gustavo Silva...

he's taken a French DGSE agent,

Chloe Tousignant.

And an American.

Dr. Mitchell Morgan.

Where'd you last see them?

At the Complexo do Alemao.

Please, we need to find them.

I'll send a squad.

- The bats must have hit our transformer. - Excuse me.

He's not even going to pass it on, is he?

I'm sorry. I will do what I can, but...

They're dropping the Endrin.

According to the scientists,

it should work almost immediately.

Is that what it's supposed to do?

FBI.

Give us a minute.

You okay?

No, I'm not okay. I lost it.

You lost what?

Leo and I were driving back.

He had the Mother Cell out in the woods somewhere.

It took forever, but...

He was telling me about the boat he was gonna buy.

And, uh...

Something just rammed into us.

The last thing I remember seeing

is Evan Lee Hartley's face.

Are you sure it was him?

He took it.

He took the Mother Cell.

Okay.

We'll deal with it. It's gonna be all right.

On what planet is it gonna be all right?

I'm gonna call this in to the marshal's office.

It's not your fault.

All right? You're-you're okay.

That's the most important thing.

No, it's not, Jackson.

Evan Lee has the Mother Cell.

And we have no idea what he's gonna do with it.

If you are who you say you are,

explain this to me.

So, until yesterday,

the mice would run when people came in through the door.

Well... that, Mr. Silva, is a clear sign

that things are working their way down the food chain.

Is that the best that you can do,

Mr. Veterinary Pathologist?

The bats have developed some kind of biological imperative

to attack technology.

That's why they were going after the transformers.

But they still have to eat,

and what they eat is street mice.

So these little guys...

they probably think they're better off with us

than with the bats.

Mitch. The Endrin's not working.

It's just getting worse.

Please, we need to speak to the authorities.

So you can help the rich people downtown?

In Complexo do Alemao,

I am the authority.

I collect the garbage, provide the power, cell service.

If there's a problem,

I take care of it.

Well, that's great.

But we're trying to help you with this problem.

Getting rid of the bats is what we were attempting to do

before you kidnapped us.

We may be able to draw them away

if we can take your antenna.

I lose cell service,

it costs me 200,000 reais a day.

Are you gonna make that up to me?

Well, do you want us to do something or not?

The antenna is not an acceptable option.

What did he say?

If we don't find an answer, he'll kill us.

Floréanne Ingalissie.

Le fusulment de Munich, c'est nécessaire

que tu voles ce week-end et et prennes la rélève des négociations.

Désolée de la dérangement,

mais je sais que je peux compter sur toi. À tout à l'heure!

It's Silva... he's coming.

If we don't find a way to get rid of the bats,

- he's gonna kill us. - Well, whose fault is that?

Genius idea, trying to steal Don Corleone's antenna.

We should have insulted his mother while we were at it.

Well, you have a solution for me?

Look, we can't do anything about the bats.

Because we don't have any supplies.

But if we did,

we could build an electromagnetic pulse.

What kind of supplies?

An old PC,

some copper wire,

um, a speaker,

and a-a steel rod or pole...

about six, seven feet, maybe... and a couple of batteries.

Big ones. Like out of a car.

And... and a soldering iron.

Do you want us to fix this or not?

Flavio will get you your supplies.

And then he will watch you.

Good. Maybe he'll learn something.

You should keep him on a tighter leash,

your veterinirio.

What the hell were you thinking?

We stay alive long enough for Abraham to find us.

All I remember were his eyes.

I couldn't stop staring at them

- because they were so strange. - Come on, Jamie.

Something. Which direction he went in,

what he was wearing, something.

I'm trying, okay?

Yeah.

Uh, sweet teas. Three of 'em.

- Six bucks even. - Great.

Do you have a recent photo of Evan Lee?

Just on the fugitive notification.

Yeah.

Look at his eyes.

They appear normal.