Dame Sylvia :
[breathes shakily]
Get her back to her room.
Secure The Door.
Tell Your Supervisor
We have a Level-Three
event -- He'll know what to do.
Yes, ma'am.
[breathing heavily]
Medic Hermit :
You wanted to see me?
Capt. James Hook :
I thought we might discuss
Your Future with
This Company.
Medic Hermit :
My Unit, sir, specifically Rashidi,
Siberian, are they okay?
Capt. James Hook :
That Information
is confidential.
To be completely frank, so is
the information about Wendy.
Medic Hermit :
Marcy. My Sister's
name is 'Marcy'.
Capt. James Hook :
So you believe she's
Your Sister?
Medic Hermit :
She has her memories,
her sense of humour --
Doesn't that make her Marcy?
Capt. James Hook :
Actually, that's something
We'd like to know too.
From you.
Medic Hermit :
From me?
Capt. James Hook :
We'd like confirmation from
someone who knew her well that
the transition was a success.
Medic Hermit :
She thinks she's my sister.
Capt. James Hook :
What do you think?
Medic Hermit :
I think this conversation's over.
Capt. James Hook :
It's a condition of your employment
that you answer all questions
put to you by A Superior.
Medic Hermit :
Well, then, I quit.
Capt. James Hook :
Of course.
As this is a private island, we'll have
to get you on the first shuttle back Home.
Confidentiality, you understand.
I should tell you that if you're
no longer employed by us,
then all contact with the unit
you call your sister
will be terminated.
Medic Hermit :
No. [grunts] No.
Capt. James Hook :
Also, as your body keeps reminding you,
you have a new lung.
Whilst it comes courtesy of the
Prodigy Corporation, it isn't free.
You could work off The Price here,
assessing Wendy, redeploy and
pay it off with a lifetime contract,
or simply go home, and We'll bill you.
Medic Hermit :
Did you really download my sister's
consciousness into that body? Is it her?
Capt. James Hook :
Those are two
different questions.
One is practical and The Other,
well, that's the real existential crux,
and, I should add, the difference between
a trillion-dollar business and
a blanket with sleeves.
Medic Hermit :
A what?
Capt. James Hook :
An Invention that
no one wanted.
So, are You still an employee
of The Prodigy Corporation,
or shall I have Security
remove you from the island?
Medic Hermit :
No, no -- [breathes heavily]
I'm Your Man.
Capt. James Hook :
Excellent.
Medic Hermit :
And when can
I take her Home?
Capt. James Hook :
Let me be clear about something,
Prodigy Medic Hermit --
The Unit you call Your "Sister"
is The Property of
The Prodigy Corporation.
She is A Prototype for
A TransHuman product
which, once refined, will
create Human Immortality.
This makes her the next
evolutionary step
between Our Animal Past and
Our TransHuman Future.
There's NO universe in which You
get to 'take her Home'. Are we clear?
Medic Hermit :
She is still a Human Being.
Capt. James Hook :
No. She's not.
Not anymore.
Rashidi :
Smell that? What is that?
Siberian :
I don't know. It smells like a mix
of Bad Luck and Loser.
Medic Hermit :
How the hell?
[chuckles]
So, what, you...
You work here now?
[Rashidi through screen]
Yeah. Whole squad.
Siberian :
Well, what's left of us.
Meanwhile, elsewhere
on The Island, Wendy arrives
for her regularly scheduled
One-on-One Therapy
session to discover that
Her Therapist is not there,
but Her Abuser IS.
Boy Kavalier :
Weird day.
Wendy :
(confused).....I'm supposed
to meet with Sylvia.
Boy Kavalier :
-- Have a seat.
Pirates or Indians?
Wendy :
Um...
Boy Kavalier :
When you fought The Alien,
was it more like fighting
Pirates or Indians?
Wendy :
[chuckling] What?
Boy Kavalier :
It's Peter Pan.
Wait, The Crocodile...!!!
You fought The Crocodile, and now You can Hear
The Clock, you know?
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Wendy :
It was hurting Joe.
Boy Kavalier :
Oh, right, 'The Brother'.
What do You Think They're
saying...? The aliens.
Wendy :
....
— You shouldn't
have cut Them open.
Boy Kavalier :
[stammers] They...
They said that?
Wendy :
No, I...
I don't know.
How would You Feel
if They cut you open?
Boy Kavalier :
Or, uh, stuck to my
face or drank my blood
or popped out my eyeball and
burrowed into my brain.
I mean, They would
if They could, y'know,
so why not just
cut Them open?
