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Dr. Helen Magnus
Dr. Will Zimmerman
John Druitt/Big Guy
When Biggie tells Will that Magnus gets her work done by staying off Twitter, he's referring to the social networking website which allows its users to communicate in Tweets, or text-based posts, of up to 140 characters in length. Twitter debuted in 2006, and by 2009 it trailed only Facebook and MySpace in popularity. Currently, it is one of the 10 most visited websites on the planet. It should be noted that, while individuals connected with the show have been known to tweet, Sanctuary itself has an official presence on Facebook - which only makes sense as Helen Magnus would never tolerate what the hundred-and-forty character limit has done to further devolve the English language.
Kate: He's in his room, talking to his HAP girlfriend on Skype.
Skype, founded in 2003 and headquartered in Luxembourg, is another social networking tool - a software application which allows people to make video phone calls over the internet using computers and webcams. It is also used for instant messaging, file transfers and video conferencing. By 2009, it had become the largest international voice carrier on Earth, handling 54 billion minutes of Skype-to-Skype calls, or 13% of all international call minutes.
Pascale Hutton makes her first recurring role appearances as Abby Corrigan.
Helen: This is a mistake, Will.
Will: Did you hear what he said? It's not your decision anymore.
Helen: I don't care whose decision it is, the fact remains showing Worth the map plays directly into his hands.
Will: How is that different from what's happened so far? You're dying, Magnus. He's played his trump card already.
(against Magnus' wishes, Will orders Adam/Hyde released)
Will: Look at me. Make one false move, you're back in here for good - both of you.
Adam: "We" won't disappoint.
( Adam is taken to the library and shown the holographic city)
Adam: There she is, beautiful as ever. Well done. I'm surprised you got this far.
Tesla: Don't patronize, it doesn't suit you.
Adam: Well, shall we? Time and tide and all that.,
(Druitt grasps Adam's manacles and pulls him out of his wheelchair)
Druitt: Give me a reason.
Adam: You'll have to get your kicks elsewhere, old boy. I've got work to do.
Druitt: And how do we know this isn't just some … elaborate trap?
Helen: We don't.
Will: But, at least we have something to go on.
Tesla: Yes, we have the Keystone, which will get us the Gateway; the Gateway, which will get us the city; and the city, which will get us the cure.
Will: Something like that.
Tesla: I think Samuel Becket wrote a play about this, it didn't sell.
Will: What do you mean, what do I mean? You're sick you should be resting.
Helen (sighs): I can stave off the effects - antibiotics, biphosphonate …
Will: Let's just send Druitt alone.
Helen: He's barely lucid, and it's John.
Will: All the more reason not to hitch a ride.
Will: Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
Helen: Absolutely. You?
Will: What, running this place? It's a piece of cake. (Magnus smiles
(the Big Guy drops a heavy pile of papers on Will's desk)
Will: Whoa-ah! Wha-what is this?
Big Guy: Supply orders, repair requisitions, inventory reports …
Will: Oh, no, no. I signed those already.
Big Guy: Those were yesterday's, these are today's.
Will: What!? Uh-h-h, okay, you know, uh, they're gonna have to wait 'cause there's too much else going on.
Big Guy: Uh-huh.
Will: The Grozny Sanctuary's been attacked by rebels, we're being audited in Norway …
Big Guy: Ugh, Norwegians …
Will: … and we can't pay the electric bill in Asuncion because of the depressed guarani. I don't even know where Asuncion is.
Big Guy: Paraguay.
Will: I know it's in Paraguay.
Big Guy: Mm-hmm, yeah.
Will (sighs): How does Magnus do this every day?
Big Guy: Stayed off Twitter.
Druitt (warping into northern Mongolia): Not exactly Trafalgar Square, sure we have the right place?
Henry: I don't know what to tell ya. It's an old building.
Kate: I've had better showers in juvie. Seriously, Hank, you gotta do somethin'.
Henry: Look, we need a new hot water tank. You want that, you gotta talk to Will.
Kate: Oh, yeah, right. Have you seen him since he took over? He's running around here like his hair is on fire, which it very well could be, considering the amount of gel he … (notices Henry signaling her to stop talking) he uses … He's right behind me, isn't he?
Tesla: I need $250,000.
Tesla: Well, Magnus wants a source blood shield, and refined actinium doesn't come cheap.
Will: Okay, could we talk about this later?
Tesla: Okay, sure, why don't we wait a few days so she's had time to waste away into nothing …
Will: Fine. I'll get you the money.
Tesla: Wow! You're even easier than the U.S. Congress.
Druitt: Come. Sit with me a moment.
Helen: We have to stay on task, John.
Druitt: You can't sit and talk at the same time? Come. (Magnus sits on the rock, reluctantly) Been a long time since you and I enjoyed a sunset.
Helen: Declan was able to match the description of the Keystone to an artifact acquired by the British Museum 30 years ago.
Druitt: It's a wild goose chase.
Helen: We have to try.
Druitt: Do we? You're the one who didn't want to show Worth the map … and all this traveling, it's not good for you. Let me take you home.
Helen: To do what? To die?
Druitt: Oh, no. No, we'll find another way.
Helen: And what about my father? And the underground city? Please, John. There has to be some truth to what Worth said.
Druitt: Does there?
Helen: We found the pedestal. (Druitt gently scoffs) John … take me to London.
Druitt: It's been a long time since I've heard you say that.
Helen: Sorry, but we're in a bit of a hurry.
Museum Curator: Yes, well … (snifts) I'm not entirely sure why I'm handing a priceless treasure over to you with no strings attached, but, when the head of MI6 calls you personally, I guess you can't argue, can you?
Henry: All right, I have good news and bad news. What do you wanna hear first?
Will (exasperated): The good news. Please.
Henry: The good … Oh-h-h … Yeah, it doesn't really make sense if I tell it in that order. (Will sighs and covers his eyes)
(Henry takes Will to the roof to introduce him to Ziggy)
Will: It's a bird.
Henry: This is not just any bird, Will. This is a Crimson Kiteshark, whose prey of choice just happens to be …
Will: Cypher Beetles.
Henry: Bingo. Ziggy here has one of the keenest senses of smell in the Abnormal world. I've been training him for years using oranges. If there's a Cypher Beetle out there, Ziggy will find it.
Will: Unless he runs across a Tropicana truck first.
Henry: Yeah, no, that's not gonna happen. Will, it's gonna be fine. Watch this. Alright, Ziggy, it's time to go to work, buddy. (bird takes off and tracker pings) All right, with any luck, we should have that crate home in time for dinner.
Will: Well, if you do, I'm buying. Just make sure Ziggy doesn't eat dinner before we do.
(Henry captures and gently cradles a lone Cyper Beetle in his hands)
Big Guy: Aw-w-w, yeah.
Henry: Ow! Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow! (moaning in pain, Henry drops the bug into a box) Uhm-m-m-m, son-of-a … Aw, it bit me.
Big Guy: What'd you do to it? Cypher Beetles aren't aggressive.
Henry: I know they're not aggressive. Tell that to the Cypher Beetle that BIT ME!
Abby: So, why are you holdin' out on me? You brought me here.
Will: I am not holding out on you. You …
Abby: I analyze behavior for a living, Will. I know there's something you're not telling me. It's about the way the killers died. isn't it? Something new, something I'm not supposed to know? (Will is speechless) I want you to know you can trust me.
Will: I do. I mean … I know that I can. (clears throat)
Abby: I read your file … got kicked off the force for "thinking too far outside of the box …"
Will: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. You read my file?
Abby: They say the same thing about me. "Too impulsive … Ignores
logical associations … Invents unreasonable theories …" I'm on my last strike. If my
boss finds out I'm here, I-I'll be gone tomorrow. But I know there is something else is
going on and I just need someone to be honest with me.
(high up on Big Ben, Druitt is dangling the Curator over the ledge by his leg)
Museum Curator: Oh, God! Please don't drop me!
Helen: The artifact you gave us, where's the real one?
Museum Curator: I don't know what you're talking about.
Druitt (to Magnus): Face up or face down?
Museum Curator: No, no, no, please. It's in Hong Kong. I swear!
Helen: What's it doing there?
Museum Curator: I-I sell pieces to collectors out of storage, replace them with fakes. I didn't think anyone would notice.
Druitt: How unlucky for you. OH, I think I'm getting a cramp!
Museum Curator: No! No, no, please! I'll do whatever you want!
Helen: Start with the name of the person you sold it to.
(Kate is watching the caged bug that bit Henry go bonkers)
Kate: What is up with this thing? I thought it's supposed to be dormant.
Henry: I don't know, but if they're all awake, we gotta track down the others.
Kate: Send Ziggy up again.
Henry: Uh, yeah, I did. He, um, landed on a Tropicana truck.
Tesla (with a bottle of wine and two glasses): Drink?
Will: No, thanks.
Tesla: Oh, come on. "Shoot Your Employee Day" comes but once a year. Lighten up, you did what you had to do. Magnus woulda done the same thing.
Will: Really? You really think so?
Tesla: Oh, absolutely. Magnus has shot me more times than I can count.
Will: Yeah, well, that's you.
Tesla: You're right, bad example. The point is, you acted decisively when necessary and, you know, kiddo, keep that up and someday, you're gonna be worth something to this organization. (smiles and Will takes the offered glass)
Tesla: How is our hairy wunderkind coming, anyway?
Will: Well, I managed to stabilize his seizures, but he's not responding to treatment.
Tesla: Um-m, I may have something on that. I was speaking to, um … Brawny and Marie, and they told me that he'd been bit by a giant beetle. Well, we don't need to see an episode of House to determine our probable cause, do we?
(Helen takes some pills)
Helen: I'm fine.
Druitt: Let me do this. You've been exposed to enough radiation as it is.
Helen: The dose coming off the Keystone isn't enough to worry about. I'm coming with you and that's that. In for a penny …
(Biggie trips up "Father Clark", revealing he's lied about knowing Father Jensen)
Big Guy (roaring): WHO ARE YOU!?
False Priest (pulls and cocks a gun): You're an abomination. (the Big Guy snarls) You deserve what you get, all of you. (releases a horde of aggressive Cypher Beetles)
(the vigilante shoots Biggie twice, dropping him to his knees)
False Priest: Did you actually think you were going to catch me? You're nothing but an animal that needs to be put down.
Big Guy: You killed my friend. You killed … so many.
False Priest: They deserved to die … for helping you and your kind. And once you're gone, I'm going after your boss.
Big Guy: No … (as Biggie, groaning, rises to his feet, the vigilante shoots him twice more) You … you're the animal! (shot yet again, the Big Guy grabs the vigilante by the throat and, roaring, strangles him to death)
(Abby finds the bleeding, gasping Big Fella collapsed on the ground)
Abby: Oh, my God … Shh-h, you're safe now. He can't hurt you. (takes his hand) I promise.
(the Big Guys lies sobbing softly in the Sanctuary infirmary)
Big Guy: I … killed him. I could not stop myself.
Kate: I get it. I've been there. But he murdered a dozen people and he was planning to kill more. (inconsolable sobbing) Deep down, nobody minds what you did.
Big Guy: Father Jensen … he would. (Kate holds him as he cries)
Abby: Yeah, don't think I can report this one.
Will (laughing): No, not unless you wanna end up like me.
Abby: Would that be so bad? (both laugh nervously) Well, I should, uh, go.
Will: Ah, yeah. Uh, uh, hold on. I believe you - that you're not gonna tell anyone - which is why I'm gonna give you this. (hands her a folder) Just don't leave that in the break room. (laughs)
Abby (flipping through the pages): Oh, I won't. Thank you.
Will: Why don't you give us some time, then you can come back for the tour.
(Magnus knocks softly, rousing a sleepy Will)
Helen: May I come in?
Will: Yeah, as long as you know the Norwegian term for capital cost allowance. (Magnus translates the phrase into Norwegian) Oh-h, show off.
Helen: Rough day.
Will: Rough day. Your job is hard.
Helen: You're handling it well.
Will: Barely handling it at all.
Helen: You stopped a serial killer who had eluded authorities for months, who threatened to further destabilize the lives of Abnormals.
Will: It was a lucky break.
Helen: Well, sometimes that's the best we can hope for.
International Air Dates:
Canada : December 10, 2010 on Space
United Kingdom : December 14, 2010 on Watch
Tesla: I think Samuel Becket wrote a play about this, it didn't sell.
Obviously finding the entire endeavor absurd, Tesla refers to Samuel Becket, considered a defining playwright in what critic Martin Esslin called the "Theatre of the Absurd". Although he might've been alluding to any number of Becket's works, perhaps the nearest to the mark would be Act Without Words I, a mime play described by Esslin as "one of the few slighted works in the Beckett canon" - a play in which the nameless protagonist is "drawn to the pursuit of illusory objectives …" Even more ominously from our perspective, as S. E. Gontarski point out, once the hapless hero "learns to use his tools effectively, they are confiscated."
Tesla: Well, we don't need to see an episode of House to determine our probable cause, do we?
Tesla is alluding not only to the popular FOX television series, House, but to Gregory House, the brilliant doctor who solves impossibly bizarre medical mysteries and is as rude, arrogant and condescending as a certain former Vampire is.
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