The Event

Previously on The Event...

I have a counteragent.

You can undo what they did to Martinez with this.

Keep Simon from giving the counteragent to Martinez.

How do I know you're not playing me?

Do as I say, Raymond.

Martinez will be heavily guarded.

There's no way we'll be able to get to him.

There's only one other option...

The first lady.

Sophia wants a record of this.

Meet me on the roof. We have to evacuate the mall.

Someone disabled the fire alarm,

and they're about to release a bioweapon

through the ventilation system.

Sean, where is she?

We owe you a debt of gratitude.

Dr. Lu has been studying

the video you filmed on board the bus.

We'll be able to move forward.

In 1918, the Spanish flu pandemic

killed 20% of the world's population.

You're gonna help us spread it.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Help me.

Are you the doctor?

No.

My mom said to wait until she came back

with the doctor.

I'm sorry.

My little brother's sick, too,

and he won't wake up.

Uh...

Why is everybody sick?

Um...

Miss, please help me.

- I can't. - Please!

I can't do anything. I can't. I can't.

- Help me! - I'm sorry.

It's your fault!

I'm sorry.

Why won't you help me?

We're fortunate.

Her immune system mutated the virus the way we'd hoped.

It replicates at a much slower rate now.

The pathogen will now take several days to kill.

Good. How long will it take

to affect the population at large?

Within two weeks, the infection will have killed

over 25% of the world's population.

Within five, close to 98%.

We only have to make room for our-- our own people.

There has to be a way to control the disease,

to limit the number of deaths.

There isn't.

The strength of the pathogen is it's uncontrollable.

Sophia, we need to bring our people here.

Does need always justify action?

This goes against everything we believe in.

If the situation were reversed,

they wouldn't hesitate to do the same to us.

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But keep the reception on.

See if you can find someone to speak on my behalf.

I just don't want to disappoint the kids.

Nurse.

Nurse, can you come in here, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Doctor.

- What's happening? - Tidal volume?

No, we're good. I'll check all the leads.

His E.E.G. readings are showing improvement

in higher level brain activity.

He's getting better.

Mrs. Martinez, please understand

this is probably anomalous,

random electrical activity in the brain.

No, doctor, he's-- he's getting better.

He's getting better.

You're getting better, aren't you, my love?

You're getting better.

We just got word from home. Everything's in place there.

Our people are ready to come.

A-and everything is set on our end?

Yes, we'll have to leave the portal array on

for several more hours,

but there is this reconnaissance satellite

over that area of Tibet,

and Gerard's concerned that we're gonna be detected.

All right, I'll take care of it.

I'm not comfortable blindly doing your bidding.

If you want me to do something, I need to know the reason.

This satellite is shared by NATO

but operated by your N.S.A.

I need it redirected.

The N.S.A. refers to it internally as E-3175.

Please repeat that back to me.

E-3175.

Thank you, Raymond.

There's something else, Sophia.

I just got word that Martinez's condition is improving.

Meaning you didn't stop them

from getting the counteragent to him.

The counteragent--

can it really reverse what happened to him?

It can.

You can't allow Martinez to re-enter the equation.

It could jeopardize everything for both of us.

Do you understand?

Sophia, I need your word

that if we continue to work together,

you'll do what you said,

and you'll spare the American people.

I give you my word.

He'll realize he's been duped

as soon as we release the pathogen

and Americans start getting sick.

By then, it'll be too late.

All right, thank you.

That was Peel.

The President's still in a coma,

but there are definite signs he's improving.

That's great news.

Were you able to find anything actionable about Sophia?

She sent a team to Siberia

to search for the weapon she plans to use.

That makes some sense.

A few weeks ago, we discovered Sophia

had one of your people working on ice-core samples

from eastern Russia.

What could Sophia have been looking for

in the ice? I don't know.

But I think she found it.

According to Peel, Jarvis waved off an action

on an inbound Russian passenger plane.

So whatever the weapon is, you think it was on that plane.

Yeah, and now it's here.

...terrorist attack. A Hazmat team is on site here,

and shopping mall patrons were evacuated and are safe.

What is it?

His name is Roman. He's one of our people.

...in the background there, leading authorities to believe

that he may have played a part

in this thwarted terrorist attack.

Terrorist attack...

Also, police are trying to locate a city transit bus

that's still missing.

And a dead sleeper.

He was carrying cash and his driver's license.

That's it.

- So we have nothing. - We have an address.

That could be fake.

And even if it is the dead guy's address,

what are the odds the courier's just gonna be

conveniently waiting there?

- What's your problem? - We let the courier get away...

with a virus that could kill God knows how many people.

Fine. And if we went after her,

the entire mall would've been infected.

Yeah, and now Sophia will get to do

much worse with it.

Look, we made the right decision at the time.

Sean, no matter what happens,

we've already done more than most people would've--

a lot more, all right?

This is the address. Pull over.

Hi. Excuse me.

Um, we're looking for a guy with long, uh, brown hair.

¿Lo has visto?

No. ¿no?

He had a beard. Um...

Okay, thanks.

Hold still. Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Blake!

Blake, come out here. We got company.

Drop your weapon, now.

Put your gun down. Put it down!

- Drop it. - You drop it!

- Drop your weapon! - You do it first.

Shut up! Put your weapon down.

Wait a second. I know you.

You're one of Sophia's people.

- No, not anymore. - I don't believe you.

- He's telling the truth. - Who the hell are you?

Blake Sterling.

He's the Director of National Intelligence.

Not anymore.

And who the hell are you?

I'm Sean Walker.

From the plane...

At Coral Gables?

- What are you doing here? - You first.

There was an attempted terrorist attack at a mall.

We tracked a man named Roman to this apartment.

We're the ones who stopped that attack.