Freakish

Previously, on "Freakish"...

Stay strong.

- Good luck, man. - Let's do it.

John Collins. Rescue and Recovery.

We leave in five minutes.

We have a vaccine.

All of you happen to believe a man

who has a suitcase full of shots which are all poison.

- How long have we been out? - Couple minutes, I think.

What does he want from us?

Just a pinch.

Okay.

I can't break free.

I know how to do this.

Uhh!

I guess... you saw that in a movie once.

Uhh...

I'm not a fan of needles.

Nobody is.

Something wrong?

- - Uhh!

Why did you do that?

It's not a vaccine.

It's a poison. He's here to kill us.

It's a poison?

Two aspirin would kill a guinea pig.

So could a shot of vodka.

Or a cup of mouthwash.

I didn't give it even close to the full dosage.

What did you put in my body?

A vaccine. To protect you.

How do you feel?

Fine.

I mean, my stomach's a little weird, but...

I think it's just nerves.

- He tied me up. - Because you and your friends

blew up the chemical plant.

But why did you knock me out?

- Diesel? - It's pretty simple.

You're saying this is a vaccine, right?

Well, that means you wouldn't mind getting, now, would you?

Don't.

Why are you trying to kill us?

I'm doin' my job.

It's because we're witnesses

to the horror show going on out there.

All I know is... your friend doesn't have to die.

What's in the syringe? What kind of poison is it?

- I don't know. - Unlikely.

Her only chance is getting medical attention.

- I can radio for help. - Sure.

Right after you call for more people to come kill us.

Then send me to my vehicle.

I have an extra suit. I can get her outta here.

You'll go get it and come back, just to be nice?

She'll die if you don't trust me.

She's dying because we did trust you.

Yeah, well, she's not dying alone.

Your girlfriend's dying.

Shouldn't you be spending her last moments on earth with her?

How are you feeling?

The same as 30 seconds ago.

Not even like a headache?

Oddly enough, I'm getting one now.

I just don't know how you can think about anything else.

Right now, I feel fine.

- Maybe Barrett was wrong. -

Barrett's not usually wrong.

Are you trying to make me feel bad?

No! Of course not.

I'm just worried.

Well, I'm not.

I'm not thinking about dying at all.

I'm not... wondering if it hurts

or if I could have done more while I was alive

or if anyone's gonna think about me after I'm gone, I...

I'm not wondering what it's like.

One minute you are, and the next...

you just aren't.

I'm not thinking about it at all.

Collins didn't bring much with him.

Let's make sure he doesn't get this.

What's that?

Proof he's not with the government.

Well, that makes more sense, at least.

He works for the company that made this mess.

I wonder how many others like him are out there.

I should thank you for injecting me.

There are a million ways to die in this mess.

Most are pretty awful.

I'll get a bloody nose, heart'll slow down.

It'll be harder to breathe,

and I'll feel like I'm drowning.

But you'll see it with your girlfriend soon enough.

Is that right?

You did a shit job of protecting her.

That's about all you're good for around here, right?

And you failed.

Mmm.

That poison doesn't have to be the way you die.

But it is gonna be the way she dies.

And her baby, too.

- - Aah!

Ahh...

- What did you find? - What do you mean?

Back at the office when you were going through his pack.

You found something.

Oh, my God.

Shit. Where are they?

Diesel!

What happened?

I got the suit.

At least it's not too bad.

Yeah, right.

Doesn't look like the bullet hit anything crucial.

Thank God.

How you feeling?

I'm fine.

You're lucky to be alive.

I don't feel lucky. He got the gun.

Yeah, but he didn't get the suit.

And he can't leave without it.

We're like sitting ducks in this office.

He's only got four bullets left.

You checked?

Yeah.

Well done.

Four bullets can still do some damage.

We're a much harder target if we're not all together.

I'll hide the suit.

The rest of you, divide up.

Lie low.

There. How does that feel?

I'm not worried about me.

Guys, keep it down.

Okay, it's all...

Natalie.

Your nose.

Where's the suit?

- I'm getting outta here. - I‐I don't know.

I won't ask again.

Ah!

Stop!

Right there!

You might wanna listen.

- Don't, please. - Bring me the suit.

- You have three minutes. - Okay.

Okay.