Dr. Helen Magnus
Dr. Will Zimmerman
SCIU Agent #1
SCIU Agent #2
The end credits contain a shout out to one of Sanctuary's executive producers : With Special Thanks to Keith Beedie.
(two black SUV's pull up and heavily armed, uniformed men pour out)
Helen: Who the hell are you?
Bosh: Col. Bosh, Specified Counter-Insurgency Unit.
Henry: Which is?
Helen: Homeland Security's new Abnormal hunting division.
Bosh: That creature is a fugitive of the Hollow Earth invasion force. I'm remanding it into custody. Step back, please.
Henry: Dude, we got this under control.
Bosh: Step back! (hand goes to his weapon) I'm not going to ask you again. (directs his men to fire several tranq darts into the Abnormal)
Helen: For God sakes! It's got a slow metabolism, give the tranquilizer time to work! (troops tag and bag the Abnormal) This is barbaric. I swear, if any harm comes to that creature...
Bosh: Feel free to take it up with the President.
Henry: Our sleepy friend was transported across the border and then airlifted to Holloman Air Force Base, just outside of Alamogordo. Try saying that three times fast. After that...
Helen: Middle of the New Mexico desert. Interesting.
Henry: I'm not getting why.
Helen: Oh, Henry. It's Area 51.
Henry: What? What about the one on Google Maps?
Helen: Decoy, aimed at conspiracy theorists, I'm afraid. Much like the Pentagon.
Big Guy: This isn't a good idea.
Helen: Oh, come on, I've infiltrated secret compounds before.
Big Guy: Cabal, maybe. This is Area 51!
Helen: It's simple recon. Get information so we can plan our strategy.
Big Guy: If you're caught, you could be charged with espionage.
Helen: (scoffs) That never sticks.
Henry: (hacking the front door) Rule number one when securing a high-tech facility? Always change your default admin password.
Henry: I'm about to be a father. How am I supposed to teach my kid the backdoor hacks to Final Fantasy from a penitentiary?
Helen: They won't lock us up, we know too much.
Helen: We're more likely to be convicted at a military tribunal and then executed in secret.
Henry: Oh, that's very comforting. Thank you.
Helen: The decor in this place. Something about it is very familiar. (sniffs cork)
Henry: Like "I had that lamp in my dorm room" familiar, or, um, "I dreamt I was gonna be executed by the federal government" familiar?
Helen: (holding wine bottle) Who keeps a bottle of '95 Chateaux Margaux on their desk?
(the door opens, revealing the facility director)
Tesla: A little early for happy hour, don't you think?
Tesla: Now before you go off on some high and mighty diatribe...
Helen: Do you have any idea how many innocent creatures have been dragged here against their will?
Tesla: Too late. May I explain?
Henry: This better be good, dude.
Tesla: As good as that root kit you stuck on my security system?
Henry: Mm, spotted that huh?
Tesla: Yeah, coming down the street on a bus filled with neon.
Tesla: Look, needless to say, I turned them down flat. I mean, the last time that I cooperated with the U.S. government, you may recall, the assistant they gave me ... turned out to be a Nazi spy. But, dogged little civil servants that they are, they wouldn't take "No" for an answer.
Helen: What did they do, offer you a company car?
Tesla: Company plane.
Helen: Money!? That's why you're doing this?
Tesla: Oh, is that so wrong? After the resurrection of my race turned out to be an enormous bust, pardon the pun, I realized that I actually like being the only Sanguine Vampiris left alive. Now, why shouldn't I receive compensation to enjoy the finer things?
Henry: Yeah, 'cause you were always slummin' it before.
Helen: After all I've done to help you, all the times I've come to your aid - I re-vamped you, for goodness sake - and this is how you repay me? By aligning with my enemies? By becoming a shill for a paranoid government hell-bent on exploiting Abnormals for God knows what depraved purposes?
Tesla: You seen upset.
Helen: Did you notice anything unusual about Nikola's behavior?
Henry: Other than the knife in your back with his fingerprints on it?
Helen: He's hiding something. He needs our help, but he's too stubborn to ask.
Henry: Wow, I did not get that.
Helen: I've known him for over a hundred years, he only acts this way when he's really rattled.
Helen: So what is it? Some sort of experimental genetic hybrid? Dreamed up by a war mongering bureaucrat and assembled by your team of modern-day Dr. Frankenstein's?
Tesla: Just stop. I had nothing to do with that creature.
Helen: Oh, really? So it's just a coincidence that it's roaming the halls of your genetic testing facility?
Tesla: Whatever it is, it's naturally occurring, I swear. It showed up about 12 hours ago, attacked a cleaning lady and then disappeared again.
Henry: What do you mean it just disappeared.
Tesla: It vanished, it evanesced, it went "poof".
Helen: That's impossible.
Tesla: Well, we searched the entire building. We've done secondary scans for heat, movement, oogly-googly-ness. And there's nothing, not a trace.
Helen: So why didn't you call for help?
Tesla: For what? Uh, for some, uh, non-existent creature that I can't describe? And besides, who would I call? You? You seem to have forgotten you're not exactly on everyone's speed-dial anymore.
Helen: Well, I'm here now, and I suggest that we find that thing before it does more damage.
Tesla: You know, cooperating with you is a federal offense.
Helen: Okay, would you rather we left?
Tesla: (pauses momentarily) Right this way, please.
Tesla: What is it about you and me and dark, narrow corridors?
Helen: I know, it does seem to be a recurring theme, doesn't it?
Tesla: Hey, what do you say we ditch the kid and find an intimate supply closet somewhere?
Helen: What say we find the deadly creature that's been terrorizing your staff before it decides to strike again?
Tesla: That too. Buzzkill.
Henry: What the hell was that thing?
Helen: It seemed to be using some sort of inter-dimensional event horizon.
Henry: That would explain the appearing and disappearing.
Helen: But ... how is that possible? In order for it to move through space-time, somebody would've had ... (Tesla sighs) Nikola?
Henry: Dude, what did you do?
Tesla: Well, about my work here, I, uh ... I may not have been entirely candid with you.
Tesla: I may be partly responsible for the appearance of that creature.
Helen: You don't say.
Tesla: Bear in mind ... that when first approached about this job I did turn it down.
Helen: What's your point?
Tesla: My point is ... that the fear of Abnormals is so pervasive in Washington that when they came back a second time, they basically offered me a blank check to fix the problem - anything I needed to get the job done, no questions asked.
Helen: I see, and you saw an opportunity.
Tesla: How could I pass it up?
Henry: Pass what up? What's goin' on?
Helen: He used the government money to fund his own research - skimmed off the top.
Tesla: Yeah, and ... off the middle and a little bit off the bottom, too.
Tesla: Oh, please. I'm stealing from the department that's funding an assault on what you do. You should be thanking me.
Helen: Oh, yes, you're our own personal Robin Hood.
Helen: What is all this for?
Tesla: Power. As much as you need, whenever you need it.
Henry: You're drawing energy from the rift.
Tesla: The node creates a stable rift field, roughly half the of this facility. I can tap into it whenever I want. Picture it - unlimited clean energy right beneath our fingertips. No more wars on oil, no more nuclear meltdowns, no more insufferable celebrities telling us to "Go Green" - and all because of the genius of one man.
Helen: Adam Worth.
Tesla: Mock if you will, but you know very well this is the culmination of my life's work. Ever since Edison stole my ideas over a hundred years ago, I've been searching for a way to destroy that Menlo Park windbag., and now finally, I have it.
Helen: If that creature is indeed from the rift, then your node could be interfering with its habitat somehow; allowing it, or-or even causing it to hunt in our physical reality. You need to shut it down.
Tesla: Are you crazy? It's taken me months to stabilize the field.
Henry: So what, are you just gonna let that thing keep attacking people?
Tesla: Listen, if a rat gets loose in my house, I don't destroy the house, I kill the rat.
Helen: I'm not asking you to blow it up, I'm just saying turn it off.
Tesla: I can't. That's the beauty of this system. Once the field is stabilized, the node draws energy from the rift to maintain it. It's self-sustaining.
Helen: Well, luckily, I've brought the world's foremost expert in taking things apart. Henry?
Henry: I'm on it.
Tesla: Are you kidding me? Him? No, wait-wait! Don't touch that! Just ... hold on. All right, fine. I'll find a way to shut it down. Just tell Furriest George to keep his hands in his pockets.
Helen: In the meantime, I'm gonna search for the surviving members of your staff - or should I say future members of the action suit against you.
Galvo: Speaking of vases, I might've dropped something in that big white one downstairs. You know the one with the handle that makes the water swirl? (Biggie cringes) Spilled everywhere.
Big Guy: Could you do me a favor?
Big Guy: I need something in there. Yeah? (opens the closet door) Just, uh, toward the back. Don't be afraid of the dark. Keep goin', right in the back there. See it! (locks the door) That'll do it.
Will: (rounding the corner) Hey. Where's, uh, Galvo?
Big Guy: I don't know.
Galvo: (muffled) Hey, guys, it's pretty dark in here. (knob rattles) Somethin' wrong with the door. (pounding)
Big Guy: We need to get rid of this guy.
Will: We can't arrange another trip to Hollow Earth until we have a bigger group. Takes weeks to arrange transport and bribe the necessary officials, and that's assuming we find another gateway now that Chile's off the map.
Big Guy: I won't last that long!
Will: I know.
Galvo: Guys, I think I'm gonna hurl. (belches)
Galvo: Anyway, we got separated. They sent me out for food and when I came back, they were gone.
Big Guy: I can't imagine why.
Galvo: I looked everywhere, but I never caught up with them. Maybe you guys could track them down? Hey, it would get me outta your hair a lot sooner.
Will: (to Biggie) Call everyone we know. Call in favors, do anything.
Galvo: He likes me.
Tesla: Yes, and unleash a massive dose of gamma radiation along with it. I hope you're not planning on having children.
Henry: Uh, ah, I am, actually. Yeah, my girlfriend and I are expecting.
Tesla: You're kidding.
Henry: Nope. She's due sometime in the next year and a half. (Tesla stares) It's complicated.
Tesla: Wow. Well, that's the eighth sign of the apocalypse.
Henry: You can be a real jerk, you know that?
Tesla: Well, I'm sorry I'm not more impressed about your ability to sow your seed.
Henry: No, you know what, it's not that, it's everything. You're working for Magnus' enemies after everything she's done for you. That's not cool, dude.
Tesla: Would you rather I left the position vacant for someone else to fill it? I don't know, General Villanova, perhaps?
Henry: Aw, come on, it's blood money - and you know it.
Tesla: Listen, I'm not experimenting on Abnormals and nor do I intend to. And by the time those dunderheads in Washington find out, I'll be on my own private island.
Henry: I hope you're happy there, 'cause you'll be all alone. You just betrayed the best friend you ever had.
Tesla: Your idea, about flooding the cerrelium core. It could work.
Henry: I know.
Tesla: And the whole ... kid thing ... mazel tov.
Helen: What's the status of the rift?
Henry: Still growing. At the rate it's going it'll reach Alamogordo by morning - that would be a horrible country song.
Helen: And him?
Henry: Him? Oh, he's workin' on his Nobel speech. He wants to call his invention "Tesla-tricity".
Tesla: I know what you're going to say, Helen, but we simply can't shut down the rift until I know more about how it works.
Helen: Be reasonable, Nikola. If that creature gets loose in a populated area ...
Tesla: Am I the only one who recognizes the potential of this technology? It could revolutionize the world - end poverty, starvation ...
Tesla: Every advancement in history has had some kind of human toll.
Helen: (scoffs) So what number are you thinking? 50? 50,000?
Tesla: (sighs) What I wouldn't do for a glass of fine red.
Helen: Well, I'm sure there's another bottle of '95 Margaux in your office - just a ... short skip across the feeding ground.
Tesla: You know, this could've been a banner year for you.
Tesla: In the current climate, a woman with your expertise, not to mention arresting good looks - you would've been in high demand. But ... you choose to cut yourself off from the world.
Helen: Oh, silly me. Missing the chance to play patsy to a government gone mad.
Tesla: Please, get over yourself. You know very well these directives change like the weather. And besides, there's more than one way to skin a system. You chose to fight from the outside, I choose to fight from within.
Helen: Oh!? Oh, is that what you're doing? Right, and the Abnormals under your care, are they in on it, too? Tell me, what happens when the government realizes that their research into Abnormal-based weaponry has fallen behind under your watch? Better yet, what happens when you leave to start your own utility company? Planning on taking the Abnormals with you as an advisory board?
Tesla: You're unpleasant when you use rhetoricals.
Helen: Do you think I wanna be left out in the cold, fighting world powers at every turn? I had no choice. This was the only way I could continue to operate without betraying everything that the Sanctuary stands for.
Tesla: Yeah, how's that workin' for ya? I'm just saying, Helen, that there's a fine line between passion and fanaticism.
Helen: And there's a fine line between compliance and surrender. Let's just hope we're both on the right side of it ... Nikki.
Big Guy: Those Abnormals? What did they do to you?
Galvo: Not a thing.
Big Guy: Then why? Why would you kill your own kind?
Galvo: Because they were weak. My group came here to claim this land as our own. We pledged to fight for as long as we had to, die if necessary, to win back the surface from those self-entitled humans.
Big Guy: Ah.
Galvo: But the Chalkstone group lost faith in our mission. They broke off from the rest of us. I was sent to find them.
Big Guy: All they wanted was to go home.
Galvo: They were traitors to our cause. They deserved what they got.
(Tesla is cutting Henry free from the creature's trap)
Henry: Hey, could you maybe pick it up a little bit?
Tesla: I'm sorry, are you rushing me? Because I seem to recall when the roles were reversed in Columbia, you taking your sweet time.
Henry: Okay, but dude, we're in its nest!
Tesla: Right. Cutting.
Tesla: Well, that's six months of my life I'll never get back.
Helen: Well, lucky for you, there's a lot more where that came from.
Helen: (smiling) Vampire, remember?
Will: If you're beating yourself up, stop it. Galvo had everybody fooled, me included.
Big Guy: Not good enough. My instincts need to be better.
Will: Why? Because you're an Abnormal?
Big Guy: 'Cause they're all I've got.
Will: Look, since the invasion, everything's gone sideways. It's a whole new world out there - factions of Abnormals killing each other, plotting to kill us... You know why your instincts failed you? Because what they're telling you doesn't make sense.
Big Guy: It's only gonna get worse, isn't it?
Original International Air Dates:
Canada : November 10, 2011 on Space
Australia : December 2, 2011 on SciFi Australia
United Kingdom : May 4, 2012 on Watch
Helen: Hello, beastie.
Magnus is alluding to Captain Jack Sparrow and the film Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006). The quote is Johnny Depp's final line in Dead Man's Chest, just prior to Jack Sparrow's confrontation with the Kraken. It is also the title of a 10 minute, 15 second-long musical track from the movie's score composed and conducted by Hans Zimmer.
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