Ripped By mstoll
There's no going back now.
Why would you want to?
What has the world outside ever given to you?
Nothing. Less than nothing.
I wanted to be a healer.
That's your past talking.
You're so much more than that now.
You've shed your old clothing along with your old life.
You're reborn now.
Ascendant.
Under your guidance, we will prevail.
We will take back our Abbey.
Our island.
Why stop there?
The outside world is soul-sick, Anne.
Why not heal it?
We can expand our reach all the way to the mainland.
The island has always been our home.
That's your past talking.
First, we need to break the naval blockade.
What we lack is leverage.
We need to control something they want.
How?
We're trapped here.
Trapped with the CDC.
They've discovered a cure for Mycosis.
We need to get our hands on that cure.
Then we eliminate them.
Stings a bit.
It's better than the alternative.
What's this for?
You need it worse than I do.
Coast Guard needs it too. Get it off the island.
I don't know what to say.
I mean, I tried to kill you yesterday.
That wasn't you, it was the pathogen.
I was wrong about you.
I used to think there was a right and a wrong,
no in-between.
But immortality turned all that upside down.
I were you, I'd forget I ever set foot on this island.
Can't do that.
When this is all over, I still gotta turn you in.
I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal.
This is all over, I'll turn myself in.
But first I need a favor.
- All right. - I need to borrow your gun.
And I need to know what happened in Paris.
First Bank of Atlanta.
Safety deposit box 274.
You'll find all the proof you need.
Mother's dead.
No fungal antigens, nothing.
You could try an ammonium nitrogen-based fertilizer.
That would take a month. I've only got one day before the Narvik release.
Did you hear what I said?
- Sorry. What? - Nothing.
Just the end of the human race as we know it.
You'll figure something out. You always do.
What is that?
Homemade perfluorocarbon. Highly oxygenated, breathable.
Similar to what Dr. Adrian was using on Peter to keep him alive.
I think it might work here.
- For how long? - Indefinitely.
As long as he's receiving fresh infusions every 30 minutes.
You're gonna inject fluid into that jar every half hour for the rest of your life?
If I have to.
Jules?
My God.
Is that
our child?
Why don't I let you two have some time alone?
So that's where the root came from.
The Mother Tree.
She's the reason we're on this island.
Michael discovered her so many years ago.
Her root system contained amazing medicinal properties.
Like infertility?
Michael spent decades studying her.
After she died, he took pieces of the root and grafted them onto other plantings.
The piece that was lost was the last remnant of the original tree.
I need to go to the tree's location.
There may be viable seeds or pieces of root left.
- That's not possible. - It's a long shot, but I have to try.
You misunderstand.
I'd take you there if I could.
Michael was the only one who knew its location.
But this painting...
Is nearly 300 years old.
It's a view from a hill near the Abbey, but the tree is long gone.
There must be some record.
You're welcome to look through Michael's ledgers,
provided you have Eli's permission.
Who's Eli?
Eli, Dr. Walker would like a word.
What the hell?
Peter. Where are your clothes?
Peter is dead.
This is Eli, the new leader of our order.
Eli?
All right, you're kidding, right?
A new man deserves a new name.
- Eli means "ascendant" in... - I don't care what it means.
Peter, you're a doctor. Are you gonna throw away everything for this?
I found a higher calling,
a sense of purpose, a place to belong.
Much like you did.
All right, Eli. I need full access to Michael's records.
That won't be a problem, as long as we get something in return.
I already offered you immunity from Ilaria.
I want the same for my followers.
Ilaria stays off this island. No persecution, no Narvik, nothing.
I can arrange that.
Plus a royalty on the sale of the infertility apples, 10 percent.
- Oh, come on. - Make it 20.
It looks like you're still Peter after all.
He's been fed.
It's time for his nap.
Anne, gather the followers in the counsel hall.
Have them arm themselves.
It's time to take care of our CDC problem.
Yes, Eli.
- You sure you're okay, Dr. Kyle? - I'm fine, Soren.
Gotta get to the lab, help Dr. Jordan.
But what about your My...?
- Mycosis? - Yeah.
I'm getting better, just like you did.
Dr. Alan fixed me.
- I wanna fix people too. - Is that right?
Yeah. I can come work with you at the CDC.
I'd have you on my team anytime.
Soren, I need to talk to Dr. Kyle, alone.
- But I'm helping him. - Now. Don't back-talk me.
You need to get out of here now.
- Out of where? - The island. Get as far away as you can.
Believe me, I'm trying. What's going on?
I don't want him to kill Alan, you and Dr. Jordan.
"Him" who? Eli.
Peter. He won't let you leave the island alive.
You heard him say that?
He wants the cure. And once he gets it, you're gonna end up in a barrel.
I found this.
There's a Coast Guard radio in there. Call for help.
Do whatever. Just get off the island.
Why are you telling me this?
You saved my Soren, you and Dr. Alan.
Doesn't seem possible.
There's no scientific evidence to explain it, but...
Not yet.
But it doesn't matter how. The fact is, is that he's alive in this jar.
And I need to find a way to get him off this island.
What kind of life is he gonna have?
I don't know, but I am willing to spend an eternity
to figure out a way for him to have a normal life.
Why don't you come with me?
If there's anybody who can help me figure this out, it's you.
- Sarah, I can't. - You can't?
He's your son too.
But you can't because of your obsession with Ilaria and killing immortals.
Well, why don't you start with me, Alan? I'm standing here right in front of you.
I have to finish what I started.
I should've told you I was going to see Dr. Kyle.
No, no, no, Soren, you didn't do anything wrong.
Now, I need you to listen to me.
Mommy made a terrible mistake.
What did you do?
I can't explain right now, but I'm trying to fix it.
So I need you to do something for me.
Remember when we used to play hide-and-seek?
That spot you used to hide?
But I don't want to hide.
Dr. Kyle's my friend. I can help too.
You can help by staying out of sight.
Soren. Promise me.
I promise.
You scared me.
I figured I'd find you up here poring through 500 years of clues.
Believe me, there's not much to find.
What do you want, Alan?
Actually, I came to apologize.
I came at you pretty hard yesterday.
It was unfair.
I appreciate that.
I'd like to help.
You find anything of use?
Uh...
I'm not sure yet.
This is a painting of the Mother Tree.
I might be able to use reference points to determine its location.
Assuming the painting's true to life,
we have no way of knowing if it's accurate.
Well, Michael was a geneticist,
but over the centuries he was also an artist,
a cartographer and an astronomer.
Man had a lot of time on his hands.
Landscapes change, mountains erode and forests die,
but one thing stays the same.
The stars.
Do you remember that weekend in Yosemite?
- With the leaky tent. - You said there was a way
to use astronomical coordinates to determine a precise location.
- Declination and ascension, yeah. - Right. You were showing off.
I was trying to show you where Ansel Adams shot Autumn Moon.
You were trying to get me back in the tent.
What if there's a way to compare the stars in the sky
- to the painting? - It's a good theory.
But we have no idea when this was painted.
No, but that might only be the difference of a few degrees.
It could still give us an idea of the tree's location.
That's good work.
Yeah.
The work's just getting started.
Sarah. Thank God you're here.
We gotta pack up and get out.
- What the hell is that? - It's my son.
Your what?
When were you pregnant?
- It was a... - No, stop.
You know what, you can explain it to me on the way.
Nothing on this island surprises me anymore.
- No, I'm not going anywhere. - Sarah, please.
- They're coming to kill us. - Who?
Peter's gone off the deep end.
We gotta call for an evac or we're gonna be scattered in that boneyard.
Come on.
- Come on, Sarah. We gotta go. - Don't rush me.
- Sarah, come on, please. - Do not rush me.
Too late. They're coming.
Kyle, stop.
We gotta keep moving. What's wrong?
Something's leaking onto my back.
No. It's leaking.
What...? What are you doing?
Juicy Fruit. There is no substitute.
Did this with my fishbowl back home.
Your goldfish was named Copernicus. Mine was Aikman.
- Figures. - Yeah. That'll hold for a while.
But we gotta get the hell up there, call for an evac.
No, no, he can't live inside a cracked jar. I have to get him a new one.
- Where we gonna find that? - Amy said there are more in the Abbey.
Since she's indisposed, I have to find Anne.
- You gotta be kidding. We gotta go. - You can go if you want.
But if I don't get him another jar in 30 minutes, he's gonna die.
Okay. We'll split up and find Anne.
Meet back here, 30 minutes.
- No, Kyle, you don't have to. - I'm not leaving without you. Or your son.
I barely recognize this place.
It'll take time, but the island will heal.
Incredible what nature can do when left alone.
Is that another Ilaria "save the planet" talking point?
Look out there, Alan. It's the hand of man.
It's what we do best, isn't it?
Take something beautiful, then destroy it?
And Ilaria never destroyed anything?
Only in service of the greater good.
- Jesus. You can't believe that. Can you? - Alan.
It doesn't matter what I believe.
There's no defeating Ilaria.
They are everywhere.
In every major city, in every branch of government. I've seen their plans.
Has it ever occurred to you that they might be lying?
- About what? - Narvik-C.
Think about it, Jules.
Hatake needed several lifetimes
to do what some genius at Ilaria perfected in under a year?
Wow.
It's not just the beard, you've really gone full conspiracy theorist.
Look, I know this can't be easy for you. It wasn't easy for me either.
Well, that's the thing. It was too easy.
I killed all those immortals for you, Jules.
And I'd have killed 10,000 more for you.
You were the one, Alan.
You're the closest I came to knowing anyone and I tried to let you know me too.
But there was just something missing.
- I was missing. - No. It wasn't you.
You wanna believe you could've done something to change things. It's me.
It's what I am.
My father, Hatake, immortality.
Arctic Biosystems was the worst and best thing that ever happened to me,
because I finally made sense.
He's asleep.
The CDC doctors have fled.
- And the cure? - We scoured the entire lab.
They must have taken it with them.
I'm so sorry. I should've known.
Don't apologize. I'm not Michael.
You could never disappoint me.
- Someone must have warned them. - But who would do such a thing?
No one else knew...
Olivia.
She was in the room with us.
What do you want me to do?
Keep the search going for the CDC.
I'll handle everything else.
Show no mercy.
Okay, where are you, Polaris?
Find the Big Dipper.
And from those two pointer stars at five times the distance.
There she is,
the North Star.
This can't be right.
- Well, maybe it's just a painting, Jules. - I combed through Michael's files.
He was meticulous about his work, almost obsessive.
Why would he be different on this?
So we have the star, where's the hill?
It's there.
- It's almost as if... - Oh.
I assumed we were at the vantage point, but I got it backwards.
The star, the hill, the triangulation point,
it's not the steeple.
The tree's here at the Abbey.
I think there's someone over here.
All clear.
Eli.
You seem nervous, Olivia.
- Is anything wrong? - No.
I just really want to find my Soren, make sure he's okay.
If you care about your son,
why risk everything by telling the CDC we were coming for them?
No, Eli, I would never betray you.
There's no need to lie.
That will only make it worse.
Please, I just want to be with my son.
- Please, I just want to be with him. - I know you do.
Olivia, I know.
I'm sorry,
but we gotta go before they come back.
Soren. Why did he kill my mom?
No reason.
He's just an evil man who did a terrible thing.
He's a doctor, like you.
He's supposed to fix people.
Sometimes people pretend to be someone they're not.
I don't want to pretend.
I want to be someone else.
No one deserves what you've been through.
And after all I did to you, you still saved me and Alan.
I'd say that makes you the bravest person I've ever met.
I'm not brave.
I could've saved her, but I was too scared.
Soren.
You listen to me. Listen.
None of this is your fault. You hear me? None of it.
I lost my morn too,
when I was just a few years older than you.
I still think about her every day.
That way she's always with me, no matter what.
But my mom was my only family,
and now I'm all alone.
I'll be your family now, if you want.
I'll check over here.
I'll take this side.
They're not here.
Split up and circle the grounds. The doctors can't have gone far.
Put it down.
Not one word.
I understand.
Now, what do you want, Dr. Jordan?
Michael's premature-baby experiments, where are the life-support units?
- Why? - Because I'm the one holding the knife.
There's no need to threaten me. Just settle down.
Sit.
Where are they?
- If I refuse to say? - You're gonna tell me one way or another.
This place is so beautiful. Michael built himself a shrine to Mother Nature.
Hard to believe somebody capable of so much beauty
could be responsible for so many horrors.
More common than you'd think.
What was he like?
Michael, what kind of man was he?
Loved the sound of his own voice.
- A narcissist? - A lunatic.
But he did have a gift for oratory.
Hell for Michael was a room without an audience.
Jules, what are we doing?
The tree's not here.
Is this where he would speak?
He called it counseling.
Jules, what the hell are you...?
- Help me. - Help you what?
Help me pull up this floor.
The Mother Tree.
Michael built the Abbey right on top of it.
He must have had some way to access its roots.
There's an extensive tunnel system under the Abbey,
but we don't have a painting to guide us.
Good thing I have you.
Where are they?
If you turn yourself over to Eli, he may show you mercy.
- Who's Eli? - You knew him as Peter Farragut.
- Peter is a lot of things. - And he will be so much more
to so many people.
You're serious.
It's no wonder that Amy turned out the way that she did.
You have no idea what it is to be a parent.
- I am a parent. - No. You're not.
- That thing there is not a child. - Shut up.
And keeping it like that is cruel and pointless.
If I hear one more word that isn't the location of those jars...
Why don't you put that away? We both know you won't use it.
Oh, really?
What the hell is this place?
This is where Michael bestowed
his greatest gift upon the world.
The gift of life.
What have you done to them?
Their throats, their voices.
Only in silence could they find peace.
Where are the life-support units?
Where are they?
Release them.
- All of them. - I will not.
You can do it with half your toes or none at all.
When I was a boy,
I used to dream they made a mistake at the hospital,
and they switched babies.
I used to pray that I didn't actually belong to that family,
to that man.
Now I understand that blood is meaningless.
You are my son,
my family.
Years of med school couldn't teach me what you did in just one day.
DNA, RNA, the building blocks...
That's not what it is to be human,
what it means to be a man,
a father.
It's all the things we can't see that make us who we are.
Love,
hope.
I will give you everything my father didn't give me.
Blood is meaningless.
Family,
is everything.
Oh, my God.
This is unbelievable.
We're inside the root system of a tree.
- Come on. - The tree's dead, Jules.
- Probably been dead for generations. - An organism this big?
There are root systems that have been alive for 80,000 years.
Trees, not stumps.
You're too late.
Mayday, Mayday.
This is Dr. Kyle Sommer with the CDC.
Requesting immediate evacuation from St. Germain Island. Do you copy?
Mayday, Mayday, this is Dr. Kyle Sommer with the...
Sarah? Did you find Anne?
- I found her. - Did you get her to talk?
She talked.
What happened?
Whose blood is that?
I'll tell you after about five years of therapy.
Mayday, Mayday, this is Dr. Kyle Sommer with the CDC.
Requesting immediate evacuation from St. Germain Island.
Does anybody copy?
This is the USS Portledge. You are on a priority military channel.
Sign off immediately.
This is Dr. Kyle Sommer. We need an evac.
I don't care who you are. Switch your frequency.
Listen up, I have the cure for the pathogen that's infecting your ships.
If you want it, you better put somebody on the line that can get me an evac.
Hold for Captain Wilson.
Anne. Oh, my God.
What happened?
Who did this to you?
- Who? - Dr. Jordan.
Sarah?
She made me take her to the birthing chamber.
- We need to get you to the infirmary. - No.
You have to stop her and Dr. Sommer.
They're trying to leave the island.
Where are they now?
No, no, no.
- What happened? - The vials are broken. I don't have more.
Well, then there's nothing you can do.
Look.
Do you see this?
The fungal enzyme. It spilled into the ground.
Do you know what this means?
It's Mother. She's everywhere.
All right. Soren, you go first. Then you, Sarah.
We're taking fire! Hang on!
- Come back! - No!
Come back!
The fungus,
it's in the soil around the roots.
But you don't have the root.
I don't need it. Mother was just a repository for the fungus.
With modern gene-splicing, we can insert the fungus into any plant we want.
We can create widespread infertility without any Mycotic effects.
This is incredible. We can create seeds, plantings,
whole orchards in the span of a few years.
This will eliminate the need for Narvik.
I'm sorry, Jules.
Alan, what are you doing?
Stopping Ilaria.
By killing me?
I'm trying to stop them too.
No.
If you do this, you're as bad as they are.
Alan, you're making a huge mistake.
Please.
You have to let me go.
I can't.
Ripped By mstoll