Sanctuary

(Will shines his flashlight on a small vent pipe) Will: What about this? Ashley: That? Will: Yeah. Ashley: Yeah, sure, if he morphed into a boa constrictor. Helen: No, Will's right - if only as a potential place that the robber hid his booty. Ashley: I never saw a man with that small a booty.

Will: So how does a fingerprint get that deep into the middle of a 10-inch pipe? Ashley: Well, it doesn't, unless a person squeezed in that far. Will: Yeah, but you saw the size of that guy. Ashley: Well, I've seen stranger things. Henry: OK, seriously, why are you staring at me?

Helen: These urban myths we're talking about go back a lot further than contemporary sightings. Will: But they're all part of what - the same phenomenon? Helen: No, no, there's quite a range : flex-people - whole tribes with genetic defects in collagen synthesis - there's a sect of Shinto monks that are said to bow without bending. Ashley: Then you got your turn-of-the-century sideshow contortionists : the Human Corkscrew; uh, Henry Athol, the Boneless Wonder and not the least, my personal favorite, Elastic Ed. Will: But no one's ever been able to fully document these folding men? Helen: Well, if they even exist; they must be quite elusive. Will: You know, there's this case that I worked on - at the agency - that never got solved, but had a very similar set of circumstances. Helen: Austin, Texas, 2005. Will: How'd you know about Austin? Ashley: Are you serious? She knows when you switched from boxers to briefs, man.

(Will meets with his former FBI partner to look at some old case files) Jake: Tell me the rumors aren't true. Will: What rumors? Jake: Working in-house for an internet gazillionaire, fired for insubordination, consultant for some sort of Area 51 freakazoids? Take your pick. Will: Can't a man just … run away and join the circus without being second-guessed?

Jake: I'll be gutted like a mackerel if they find out I brought this stuff to you. Will: Just wanna take a second look, that's all. Jake: Outta the blue? Will: Yeah. Jake: Come on, Will. Will (sighs): Look, just call it a hunch, alright? If it bears any fruit, you'll be the first to know, I swear. Jake: Okay. You got 72 hours. You compromise that evidence in any way; I'll swear you held a gun to my head. Will: That was my backup plan.

(Helen, Will and Ashley scour the skids, asking about Oliver Braithwaite) Helen: Did you find anything? Will: Oh, yeah, I got a great recipe for a rubbing alcohol martini.

Oliver: Are you the police? Helen: No, absolutely not. Oliver: Then you really have no business being here. Helen: My name is Magnus, Dr. Helen Magnus. Oliver: The Sanctuary? (Helen nods and he turns to the surrounding folders) It's all right. Leave us … I heard about the Sanctuary ever since I was a boy. A good place - where people like ours are treated like human beings. Will: But you're not … Oliver: We're better than human; we have the gift.

Mr. Jones: So now Miss Thang is working for the cops? Ashley (scoffs): You know me better than that. What can you tell me about folding men? Mr. Jones: The only folding men I'm interested in are dead presidents.

Will: You know, you pass him on the street; you have no idea what he's capable of. Ashley: Of course, you could say that about almost anyone.

Will: So, did his blood tell us what he's addicted to? Helen: You strapped in? Will: I have been since I got here.

Ashley: So folding men steal gold and turn it into their own form of crack? Helen: Gold's un-reactive to most chemicals, but it will bond to certain organic compounds. Now, this one's part of a whole new wave of metallotherapeutic pharmaceuticals. Will: So it's a medicine? Helen: For Normals, yes. But for folding men, at least based on what I've seen of Malcolm's DNA, it creates a virtually instant craving. It likely also dulls the pain of folding; acting like a sort of beta blocker. Without it, the pain would be beyond excruciating. Will: Well, if Jones is right, two nights from now, Nomad floods the market with this - cheap, powerful TPG - turns the whole society of folding men into his … private criminal army.

Will: Hey, what about the police? Ashley: What about them? Will: Well … I mean, this guy's an accessory to murder, maybe more. I mean .. Helen: And … what would you have us tell them? That their man's addicted to gold and that he slithers like a python? Will: That's a good point.

Will: What are you afraid of? Malcolm: You chased me. You trapped me, you put me in this … in this cage. You experimented on me. Will: Well, that might make you angry, but that's not what you're feeling. Malcolm: If he finds out I'm here, he'll kill me. Will: Nomad? (Malcolm nods) Why would he kill you? Malcolm: He gave me the signal, shoot to kill, and I … I hesitated. Will: And that's a capital offense? Malcolm: He came that close to executing me on the spot.

Malcolm: You're the problem - the whole world of Normals. You can't accept those who are different. Will: This whole place is full of those that are different. Malcolm: What does that make you, the zookeeper? Will: What about the drugs? They make it less painful? Malcolm: What, Normals don't use? Will: They don't use gold. Malcolm: Ah, so if I shot heroin, I'd be a model citizen, right?

Helen: There's an expression amongst creature hunters : if you could teach a lion English, you still wouldn't understand him. Will: We're not talkin' about a wild animal here. Ashley: Oh, Will, that's exactly what we're talkin' about - only this guy's way more intelligent than most. Helen: And, as a consequence, more dangerous.

Big Guy: How does a flying abnormal fall to his death? Ashley: Somebody literally clipped his wings.

Will: But you didn't pull the trigger. You're not a murderer, Malcolm. Malcolm: Aren't I!? How do you know what I'm capable of? Will: You're right. I don't. Malcolm: I've watched him kill more than once and done nothing. I … helped him beat a man to within an inch of his life - and guess what, I-I enjoyed it. I've given over … what I am, who I am, to a monster. Will: Your awareness, your remorse, that's what separates you from Nomad. Malcolm: Nomad's just an excuse. My addiction is just an excuse. I'm the monster. I'M THE MONSTER!

Will: You're Nomad. Carver … is your pawn. They're all your pawns. Malcolm: A mind like yours, Zimmerman - too smart for the room, over-thinks everything … the easiest to, uh, manipulate.

Will: Look, can you just say it, please? I mean, it's the elephant in the room. I let myself get conned. Helen: We all let ourselves get conned, some of us just had a Plan B. Will: Yeah, well, that's the last time I play by the old rules. Helen: Don't be so hard on yourself. We stopped the destruction of an entire culture of Abnormals. And you got to the bottom of one of your agency's biggest mysteries. Will: You're right, what am I talkin' about? I'm a hero. Ashley: Actually, on a scale from zero to hero, you're more like... Helen (nudging her daughter): Ashley … Ashley: … almost respectable.