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Ten years ago, the animal population mutated,
endangering human life on the planet.
Our team managed to cure the animals,
but at a terrible cost.
In an attempt to return the planet to the animals,
a secretive group called The Shepherds
released a gas that sterilized all of humanity.
And then, lab-made creatures... Called hybrids...
Devastated the West Coast.
So a massive barrier was constructed
to protect the rest of North America...
but new breeds have started to appear,
so we're trying to reassemble our team.
We battle on many fronts,
searching for a cure to sterility
while racing to stop the hybrids.
The fight for mankind's survival has just begun.
- Previously on Zoo... - It's me, Clem.
My father's alive, and he needs you, Jamie.
It's Mitch Morgan.
You're gonna be okay.
There's somebody here who's been waiting to talk to you.
It's me, your daughter. Clementine.
You have to stop. The last Shepherd that you chased
- ended up dead. - What are you gonna do, arrest me?
I need to know what's on that drive, ASAP.
Somebody went through a lot of trouble to get that.
I'm sorry.
Is that the IADG investigator?
Hey, excuse me, miss?
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Damn it.
96 people dead, 100 wounded.
How could I let this happen?
You didn't. This was not your fault.
That woman, the bomber, we have to find her.
We've alerted the other safe zones.
Yeah, well, what if it's not about the safe zones?
She bombed us the same day that we found the new hybrid.
That can't be a coincidence.
What are you saying, she targeted the hybrid?
I don't know exactly, but there was this look in her eye.
We have to find her.
I'll grab some extra ammo.
For all we know, she's over the mountains by now.
Who knows who or what we'll run into?
There's more in the bullpen.
- I need some help here. - You hurt?
No, I'm fine.
Danica.
- You shouldn't be in here. - I know.
So who's working on I.D.'ing the ignition device?
Who isn't?
We know that it was a hard drive
inside the evidence room.
We're still running analytics,
trying to identify this symbol.
Don't waste your time.
I know where the hard drive came from.
That's where my dad's supposed to be.
Siberia.
After ten years of coming up empty,
I've learned not to get my hopes up.
After so long, I'd almost given up on finding you,
but here you are.
Are you feeling any better?
Oh, it's okay.
Dad, you don't have to talk.
Lieutenant Myers said that it might take some time.
Where am I?
Are you sure these coordinates are right?
Yes, I'm sure.
Where are you getting these images?
I had a friend re-task a Chinese satellite.
You have friends who task Chinese satellites?
Clem, this place has been empty for decades.
There's no record of any traffic going in our out.
How can you be so sure he's here?
Let alone alive?
This is why.
Where did you get this?
I have friends, too.
How? How did you find him?
I got a call from Lieutenant Myers.
He told me an IADG survey team found a man
in a stasis tank in an abandoned compound.
A man that they believe to be my father.
I thought it was a cruel joke
until they showed me this picture.
I thought you were dead.
I don't know how and I don't know why,
but my dad, he's alive.
Who else knows about this?
Hey.
Has your father started talking yet, Clementine?
- A little bit, but... - Did you ask him?
Not yet.
We'll get there.
But right now,
his brain's gamma frequency readings are still low.
How long?
Hours. Days.
Look, we're in uncharted territory here.
No one's ever been in stasis this long.
Maybe we should just let him rest.
Fine.
But there's a storm moving in,
and I don't plan on being here when it hits.
Don't mind him.
- Stay. - Okay.
Dad, I'm here.
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Jackson Oz? What's he got to do with this?
You think he's connected to the bomber?
Mm, no, no, no. I'm, um, I'm just...
Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders again?
You act like all of this is somehow your fault.
The spread of the the razorbacks?
The TX sterility?
I get why you want to track down Jackson
as he and his crazy father
are the bastards who started this all,
but you can't solve all the world's problems.
The Shepherd hunters will find Oz.
They'll make him pay.
You, Dylan Green, are a wonderful,
caring, passionate man.
You have saved hundreds, if not thousands, of lives out here.
And that's enough.
Do you believe me?
Yeah.
Terrible liar, Dylan.
Let's go find your hybrid lady.
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We now understand that the TX-gas
has changed the neurons in the hypothalamus,
prohibiting the production of the hormone
essential for reproduction.
With all due respect,
Leanne, we are on the Titanic here
and you are explaining
the mechanics of how we are sinking.
I understand your frustration, Cal,
but we have made progress.
Our latest
synthetic hormone, FH-562,
was able to increase gonadotropin levels
by 28% in our test subjects.
So, what does that mean?
Ovulation.
Ovulation?
Now, unfortunately, the egg wasn't viable,
but even so, no one else has been able to achieve this feat.
But our goal is not just ovulation.
It's to bring a child to term.
The only way to make this happen
is with your continued support.
Give us a moment, please, Leanne.
Mm-hmm.
How's it going?
Well, the fate of humanity rests
on this self-important prick, God help us.
Ah.
So, what are you thinking, Cal?
You have our backing, Leanne.
We will talk to the other board members.
Fantastic. I'll let the team know.
Ovulation?
We're nowhere near that milestone.
All that matters is that Cal thinks we are.
Well, then it's good we have this.
The NLRP2 protein.
But I thought this wasn't viable.
We found another protein structure.
The formula works.
This is what we've been waiting for.
We can begin trials.
Where did you get this?
One of our contacts, Jonah Sutton,
got it from someone he used to work with
at the University of Michigan, Dr. Abraham Kenyatta.
Who?
You figure that thing out yet?
Not even close.
Whatever Jackson encountered beyond the wall,
it's like nothing I've ever seen.
They could've used our help, you know.
You're worried about Clem.
If Mitch is really out there
and there's others looking for him...
I know Jamie's with her, but we've had trai...
They are going to be fine.
I feel sorry for anyone who's unlucky enough
to come between them and Mitch.
I know, it's just...
after all we've been through together,
riding the bench ain't easy.
We're not riding the bench.
We're raising our son.
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