Zoo

A year ago, the animals started acting strangely,

but no one noticed...

until they began attacking,

coordinating,

evolving.

The animals were mutating,

and it was happening faster than anyone expected.

The government came up with a plan.

Thanks to the Noah Objective,

in six to ten years, the world's animal population

will be thriving once again.

Killing the animals? Play God and repopulate the planet?

This is ridiculous.

But messing with Mother Nature

could be catastrophic,

so a group of us are trying to save the animals.

Jackson Oz and Abraham Kenyatta,

animal experts.

Chloe Tousignant, an intel operative.

Jamie Campbell,

a reporter who's been following this story, found me,

Mitch Morgan, a veterinary pathologist.

Together, we're going to find a cure

for the animals.

Time is running out.

Previously on Zoo...

I compared your blood to our one-armed friend.

You have the same mutilation.

If I can save you,

I can save the animals.

I'm a dead man. And so are you if they find out

that we burned their money.

You have something that belongs to us.

Where's my money?

This is how many animals they expect to eliminate

with the Noah Objective.

So General Davies knows his big animal solution

will also kill millions of people.

Best chance we have to stop him

is inside the walls of Reiden Global.

Our nations are facing a dark time.

We must stop these animals.

That's the poison.

There will be nothing to vote on

if they can't do the demonstration.

Let's go!

It's been hit. Run!

Jamie, she's in Caraquet.

Chloe!

Chloe!

Damn it.

Chloe!

Warning. Contamination detected.

- Air purification initiated. - Chloe!

Warning. Contamination detected.

Air purification initiated.

Air purification completed.

Grab her. Come here.

Come here, Chloe. Oh, my God.

Straighten out her legs. Okay, Chloe?

You're okay. You're okay.

- Okay? - Shh. Chloe?

Hey, hey.

Here we go.

Come on.

Come on. Breathe. Come on.

Come on, babe. Stay with me.

Come on, come on, come on come on.

Oh! Chloe!

Oh, thank God.

Come on.

This way. Corridor B.

Davies. We got to get her out of here.

- Okay. - Let's go.

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Antibiotics remain in short supply

throughout the European Union

as the animal uprising continues.

I don't understand.

Why aren't they saying anything about

the leopard or the cure?

- Jamie... - Just hold on.

The ongoing border dispute...

Hey!

Just let me get this out, okay?

- You don't have to... - Jamie, I almost got you killed.

I'm glad

that Mason's dead.

You did what you had to do, but...

what happened back there, that's on me.

Sorry that I got you

mixed up in all of this.

Doesn't matter, let's just get to Caraquet.

Find a phone so I can call my friends.

Why are you slowing down?

I'm not.

Something's wrong.

Do you know what you're doing?

Yeah, I rebuilt my first

carburetor when I was ten.

No!

I know, it's hard to believe I'm actually good

- for something, but... - No, look.

This is not possible.

Is that...

Caraquet.

You're fine. You got this, you're doing great.

You're good.

Trotter's preparing for takeoff.

He said someone's been trying to contact us

on the plane's secure channel.

Don't answer. Secure or not, we can't risk

letting Davies know where we are.

Leave.

What?

- Get her out of here, Abe. - Rafiki...

Get her out of here, Abe!

Come on.

Let's go help Trotter.

Yeah, come on, yeah.

You're doing great.

Come on, come on, you're all right.

- What is that? - Adrenaline.

Yeah.

She's okay.

She's okay. You got it.

What's going on?

Jamie...

Did you find Jamie? Do you know...

Do you know where she's at?

Caraquet.

Cara... Caraquet.

Jamie's in Caraquet?

Cour... Courier...

Courier?

What's a "courier," baby?

What do you mean "courier?"

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

Stay with me, No, you were doing good.

You were doing good. You're right here, right?

You're right here.

- Mitch, give her another shot. - I can't.

Her body can't take it.

Then give her something else.

Give her something!

- There's nothing I can do! - Come on.

Come on, baby, you're doing great.

- Hey. - But you...

- Hey! - You had it.

You had it.

Hey.

You're gonna be fine, sweetie.

So the fuel gauge is busted.

We've probably been running on fumes

for the last 30 miles.

What are you doing?

- I'm walking. - Look, I'm as optimistic

as the next guy, but you saw what I saw.

There's nothing left.

Caraquet's gone.

Fine, stay here.

What?

I just...

I just wanted to say

how sorry I am.

Tell me what happened.

Tell me.

One of Davies' men shot the gas canister.

It was leaking, so we ran.

I thought Chloe was right behind me.

But there wasn't enough time, and then the gas, it...

it was spreading, so I...

I had to.

- You had to what? - Jackson...

Tell me.

What'd you have to do?

What did you have to do?

I had to shut the door.

I had to shut the door, there was no other choice.

Couldn't have waited three seconds?

I didn't have three seconds. You weren't there.

I had to make a decision or all of us,

everyone at the reception, we'd all be lined up beside her.

So you say.

How's your foot?

Foot's fine.

We're almost there.

Jamie, maybe we should go back.

What is that?

Run.

What is that thing?

I don't know.

Let's not find out.

Come on, I'll help you over.

What the hell was that?

This isn't happening.

- Jackson... - No, uh, it-it's... none of it.

It can't be. I'm...

imagining it.