Previously on Sanctuary...
What do we know about this Addison fellow himself?
He's the UN Security Council's top trouble-shooter.
You've sent the Hollow Earth Osama home
to re-arm and re-group.
Get out.
You just signed the Sanctuary's death warrant.
My group came here to claim this land as our own,
to win back the surface
from those self-entitled humans.
Enough...
[Will]: It's a whole new world out there.
Factions of abnormals killing each other,
plotting to kill us...
It's only going to get worse, isn't it?
Henry, where's this road, man?
Should be just up ahead.
It should be?
Come on, we're running out of time here.
Yeah, I know.
Any word from Magnus?
No, nothing.
They're both inside.
Damn.
Henry, SCIU's got this side locked off.
We need another way around.
This is the way around.
We gotta run it.
[Henry]: Wait, Will!
H-hold on a second.
What time you got?
Son of a bitch, it's noon.
Come on.
[Guards]: Don't move! Stop right there!
Go! Go!
Magnus, come in.
You've got to get out of there now--
My God.
♪ Sanctuary 4x10 ♪ Acolyte Original Air Date on December 9, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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It's part of their usual behavior.
Some abnormals prefer to eat in private.
Others, like the Besovites,
require your complete attention.
They're exhibitionists.
They smear their food all over each other
and then lick it off.
It's like the Animal Planet version
of "9 1/2 weeks"!
Well, I find that if you just sit back and relax,
it can actually be quite enjoyable.
Okay, stop it, you-you are lying now.
Yes, I am.
What about Henry?
He's in charge of clearing out their habitat.
Biggie?
He's halfway to Hollow Earth, I'm afraid.
Can't you do it?
Forget I said that.
Oh, hey, what about a mannequin?
Will, believe me,
over the years, I have tried everything.
The Besovites always know.
There really is no substitute for sitting and watching.
I'll make you some popcorn--
Doc!
There's a call from Declan, priority channel.
Declan, what's going on?
I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's someone here
who needs to speak to you right away.
Kate!
Hey, Doc!
Will, Hank.
It's good to see you.
How's life in the tunnels?
Good, but something's come up.
What's wrong?
Two days ago,
a group of abnormals arrived back in Hollow Earth.
Yes, I arranged transport
through the Moscow Sanctuary.
Did something happen?
One of them came to me,
a Takterran by the name of Sephis.
He said he had information
about a terrorist attack being planned on the surface.
By whom?
Fanatic abnormals.
They're trying to strike at key targets
to start a human-abnormal war.
Yeah, we've run into those guys before.
What's the target?
No idea.
All he was able to tell me
is that it's been planned for months,
and that the group behind it
definitely has the power and the connections
to pull it off.
Where's he getting his information?
Another Takterran,
a guy named Oren,
deeply embedded in the abnormal faction.
Sephis told me they were out drinking one night,
and Oren spilled the beans.
Look, I don't know if this is legit or not,
but Sephis was pretty shaken up.
I figured it was worth a trip to warn you guys.
Absolutely, you did the right thing.
Thank you.
Apparently this Oren fellow
works out of a terrorist cell right here in London.
I'm thinking we should stake out his favorite pub
and pick him up.
Good idea, but do it covertly.
We don't want to tip off the rest of the group.
Understood. We'll be in touch.
All right.
[Beeps off console]
What do you think?
How do you feel about a trip to London?
Hey, if it gets me out of the Besovite ballet,
I am all for it.
Henry, call up everything we have
on the abnormal insurgency.
Scour our usual channels,
see if we can find a potential target.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Um, Doc, what about the big guy?
Ah.
Leave a message for him at his next checkpoint.
There's really no point
in him going to Hollow Earth anymore.
Okay.
Oi.
[Clock tower chiming]
Will!
[Laughing in delight]
Ah...
How's it going?
It is really great to see you.
You too.
Wow, Hollow Earth clearly agrees with you.
How was the flight?
Oh, man,
business class is not what it used to be.
Try riding a giant Yurka beetle for 12 hours
in search of an active gateway.
Do they serve meals?
[Laughs]
So, what's the latest?
Um, we just got back.
Found Oren at his local watering hole.
The guy likes to get his drink on.
So, where is he now?
Isolation room.
Is he sober enough to talk?
Does it matter?
He looks dead.
No, that's just
the Takterran defense mechanism.
Hey.
[Will]: Okay, just relax.
We're not going to hurt you.
We're not SCIU, we're not Lotus,
we just want some information.
I have nothing to say to you.
[Kate]: Hmm, see, that's not your best move.
We know about the attack.
Sephis...
Hey, don't blame him.
You're the one who opened your big mouth.
Your people are about to make a mistake.
If this attack goes through,
there's gonna be serious consequences.
It'll be worth it
to see your blood soak into the earth
so those underground can taste our victory.
Okay, okay.
Spare me the "death to the infidels" speech.
What do you want?
You have nothing to offer me.
We can take you back to Hollow Earth.
You and your entire crew.
And leave the surface to you?
And why would we accept that?
Because it's better than the alternative.
You'll be hunted down like beasts,
and the offer which I've just given you,
you'll never get again.
And you wouldn't be making this offer
if you weren't afraid.
It's proof
that our tactics are working.
Oh, for God's sake--
Oren...
Don't do this.
[Whispers] I hope you die like the rest of them.
Okay, let's go.
[Computer beeps]
A-ha, there we go.
Now we're talking.
[Beeping]
D-don't... No, no, no, no, don't--
[computer beeps]
[Groaning in frustration] Bang, zoom!
Wow.
Things are going well, I see.
Every time I get access
to one of the priority databases,
CIA, FBI, SCIU,
I get kicked off almost immediately.
I thought I was on to something
with the shin bet cloud,
but the same thing happened.
Look, I'm sorry, Doc.
We've been voted off the island in a big way.
And you haven't been able to find anything
to confirm the attack.
Other than a couple of vague intelligence dispatches,
but they have less detail than we do.
All right, well, keep looking.
You're bound to find something sooner or later.
I'm about to hack into the Japanese IAS.
I might need an interpreter.
You know where to find me.
Hey, uh, Doc, any word from Biggie?
No, why?
Well, I left a message for him at the checkpoint in Peru.
He should have got it by now.
Oh, he's probably just delayed.
You know how difficult it is for him
to travel without attracting attention.
Any luck with our guest?
Not so much.
He's got some pretty strong beliefs
about the new world order.
Yeah, I'm sure,
but I may have some good news.
We downloaded all the video feeds
from the CCTV cameras where Oren was caught,
then ran them through
our facial recognition software.
And...
He was seen entering or exiting this building
a total of 19 times in the past week.
Hmm, score one for Big Brother.
I'd hazard a guess
this is where the splinter cell meets.
[Smashing]
There are bodies in here.
Abnormal and human.
In here.
Got some here, too.
Looks like
somebody got here first.
So, the place is trashed.
[Henry]: A SCIU hit?
No, I don't think so.
The shootings are sloppy, unprofessional.
I'm thinking the rebels.
How long ago did this happen?
Less than a day.
The bodies are still fresh.
I don't get it.
Why kill people on your own team?
Consolidation.
Reduce the risk of an information leak
by eliminating all non-essential personnel.
Lovely.
[Will]: That's what you get for swimming with sharks.
Unfortunately, this only bolsters the idea
that an attack is imminent.
You wouldn't resort to this step
unless everything was in place.
Will!
Hold on, Kate's got something.
[Magnus]: What is it?
A shipping document,
but the address is burnt off.
The only letters I can read are...
"S-b-o-a".
I can run a matching algorithm,
see if I come up with any options.
Lisbon.
Portugal?
Yeah, the Portuguese spell it "L-i-s-b-o-a".
Now, if they were shipping something there...
We could be looking at a second cell.
Henry, go back
and look for anything related to Lisbon or Portugal.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
Will, Kate, we'll be in touch.
All right.
Hard at work, I see.
[Laughs]
It's been a long time since I felt that.
They have spectrum beds down there,
but it's just... Not the same.
You know, you can come back topside anytime you want.
I'm sure Magnus can find a replacement for you
down there.
[Starts to speak, then stops]
But...?
It's hard to explain.
What's happening down there, will, it's incredible.
Since Praxis fell, everything is brand new.
I feel like a pioneer.
Everyone is so
focused on the future.
It's like the past doesn't exist.
It doesn't matter where you came from,
or what you've done.
You can be whoever you want to.
Does that make any sense?
Yeah. It sounds amazing.
But, you know, you can be whoever you want to be
up here with us, too.
There's more to it than that.
Garris.
These hard drives are toast.
Come on, I got a better idea.
So I hacked into the SIS database...
"SIS"?
The Portuguese security intelligence service.
It's a lame acronym, I know,
especially when you got a "P," an "I,"
and two "S"s to work with--
Onward.
Anyway...
I figured if anything big was going on in Lisbon,
these guys would know about it.
So, after a couple of blind alleys
and a game of cat and mouse
with a system administrator...
Encrypted travel itineraries.
Now, I didn't even know what I had
until I broke the code and saw this.
"Greg Addison."
Mr. Black Hat himself.
Do you recognize
any of the other names?
Hagan Kiersted, Mashita Narumi,
these are all people who deal with abnormals.
It looks like they're all getting together in Lisbon
to consolidate under the SCIU banner.
And Tesla?
Is not on the list,
small mercies.
Okay, so what do we do?
Well, I'm afraid we have no choice.
We have to warn Addison.
Really?
Really really?
I may not agree with what these people do,
but they don't deserve to be victimized.
Send me a copy of this
and get in touch with Will and Kate.
[Will]: You're free to go.
[Chuckles ruefully]
What's the catch?
No catch.
You made it pretty clear
you're not going to tell us anything.
Besides, we can't risk keeping you here
after what happened to your friends.
What do you mean?
What...
Who did this?
We were hoping that you could tell us.
Look, I understand
you didn't want to betray your friends,
but that doesn't seem all that relevant anymore, does it?
Whoever's planning this has no loyalty.
They will kill anybody
who they think is expendable.
So you have two choices.
You can cooperate with us,
or you can take your chances out there.
What do you want me to do?
Tell us everything you know about the attack.
I don't know anything.
I don't. We weren't given any details.
What about Lisbon?
We have reason to believe the target is there.
We've been sending detonators
to a group like ours in Lisbon
all week.
You have an address?
Well, I really don't care who you have to disappoint.
If you don't have one gassed up and ready to go
by 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning at Laughlin,
I will personally--
[smashing and crashing]
Call me back.
[Furniture crashing, combatants struggling]
Sorry,
but I did warn them it was urgent that I see you.
Well, then, I'm all ears.
I know about the upcoming SCIU summit
in Lisbon.
That's supposed to be a secret.
I'm not the only one who knows.
There's a radical group of Hollow Earth abnormals
who intend to disrupt the summit
with some kind of attack.
Where did you hear this?
I'm not at liberty to say.
Of course not.
I'm sorry.
I wish I could give you more details,
but I thought it was important to inform you sooner
rather than later.
I appreciate that,
but I have to say
I'm a little surprised that you're coming to me with this.
I admit I was torn,
but ultimately, there are lives at stake.
That's not what I mean.
I'm surprised you're coming to me
because I thought your people were behind it.
Behind the attack?
You can't be serious.
Why not?
I'm capable of gathering evidence,
just like you.
Of what?
You really don't know, do you?
I don't understand. What is this?
Every one of the abnormals in those photos
is a hard-core extremist,
the ones responsible for the attack in Lisbon.
And according to my latest intel...
Your Sasquatch is their new leader.
You must be joking.
He has been a loyal friend for over 50 years.
Well, then, maybe you can explain
why he's chumming around
with the abnormal equivalent of al Qaeda.
Truthfully, I can't, but there must be a good reason.
Then bring him in.
We'll question him together.
I'll do no such thing.
Fine, I'll come to you.
We'll talk to him on your turf.
You can't do that either, can you?
Because you have no idea where he is.
This is ridiculous.
I have known him longer than you've been alive.
He is incapable of such duplicity--
open your eyes, Doctor.
Times have changed.
Abnormals like your friend here
are under enormous pressure to choose sides--
He did choose, a long time ago.
You think this is my only intel?
Doctor, I have a room full of recordings
of your boy here,
coordinating, planning,
fraternizing with creatures
I consider to be public enemies number one through five.
Now, frankly, I don't care whether you believe me or not,
but you need to know how serious this is.
Your tall hairy friend here is an enemy target.
Now, I am advising you to stay well out of my way.
If you don't, I will come after you too.
No way, no how.
The big guy would never do something like this.
That's what I said.
Do you remember how upset he was
when Galvo killed the redstone abnormals?
Or when he found out about these radical groups
in the first place?
Of course I do.
It must be a mistake.
I've tasked Henry with getting to the bottom of it.
Well, don't worry.
We'll hear from the big guy soon,
and all this will be sorted.
I hope you're right,
but in the meantime, you need to be on the alert,
just in case you run into him, or SCIU.
I'll spread the word.
We're at the Lisbon address now, we're getting ready to go in.
Be careful.
Always.
[Door creaks open]
Someone's here.
Take cover!
Get down!
[Roaring with effort]
From below, we rise!
Nice shooting.
Henry?
What is it?
I changed the security passwords like you asked,
looked for evidence the photos had been doctored,
anything that could absolve the big guy.
And?
Nothing.
So I searched his room.
I'm sorry, Doc, I know I shouldn't have.
Did you find anything?
[Bigfoot]: I pledge to serve the cause that is just...
I pledge to kill for the cause that is just!
I pledge to die
for the cause that is just!
[Cheering and shouting]
He's faking it, right? It's a fake.
He's working an angle, he's gotta be.
I don't think so, not without telling me.
Then why is he acting like this?
There's gotta be a reason,
something must have happened.
[Sighs] No.
Doc?
[Banging on glass]
Get up!
Doc, he's in
a drug-induced coma, remember?
[Banging angrily]
Get up,
or I swear to God I will vent the oxygen
from this room.
Last chance!
[Sighs heavily]
What took you so long?
You're awake!
He's awake!
Yes, and he has some explaining to do.
Ooh, what about his mind powers?
Aren't we--?
We're protected by the shielding
on this enclosure.
We're safe as long as we don't go inside,
which is, I suspect, how you were able
to overpower my friend.
Oh, such a nice fellow.
So punctual with his daily feedings.
It took months of effort, but little by little,
i was able to open a tiny door into his mind.
How? You were--
unconscious?
Yes, but even in that state,
I'm able to project my desires.
Probably wouldn't have worked on a human,
but as you know...
His species has an enlarged frontal lobe.
It makes him prone to trust.
Eventually, I was able to implant the suggestion
to reduce the dose of the sedative.
Once I was fully awake--
he never had a chance.
What have you done to him?
I re-mapped his neural pathways
to carry out my wishes.
You son of a bitch!
Henry.
Why didn't you go with him?
Why did you stay behind?
I couldn't risk alerting you.
Besides, I like it here.
Well, that was a very bad decision,
because now you will never be free.
I wouldn't count on that.
Once my followers succeed in sowing chaos
here on the surface,
you'll have no choice but to come to me for help.
Wait, Doc.
He can communicate long distances.
He can command Biggie to come back here.
Sure.
All you have to do is drop the shielding,
but that wouldn't matter anyway.
I can't reverse what I've done.
The re-mapping of your friend's brain
is permanent,
a necessary step
to ensure complete compliance.
That was fast.
That was a waste of time.
None of these guys know anything about the attack.
I'm starting to think we're chasing our tails.
Yeah, you and me both.
Why?
Well, look, according to this data,
the attack is happening tomorrow morning
at the hotel where the summit's being held.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
Oh, yeah, sure.
Look, it's all there,
blueprints, staff schedules,
even the make and model of the rental car
they're using to infiltrate the hotel.
It's too specific.
Exactly.
I mean, there's no way
they're going to leave this information
just lying around for anyone to see.
Something's not right.
You think this is all a decoy?
If it is, it's pretty elaborate,
which means they're covering up something pretty big.
You're certain of this?
Not entirely,
but more and more, things just don't seem right.
When I told Addison that the rebels knew about Lisbon,
he barely batted an eye.
Maybe he figures
he's got his bases covered.
Perhaps.
Or maybe he doesn't care about an abnormal attack in Lisbon
because the SCIU summit is taking place elsewhere.
What about those itineraries I found?
SCIU diplomats flying into Lisbon
from all over the world?
Some of those flights would have already departed,
would they not?
Sure, yeah.
Let's pull up the passenger manifests.
Uh, okay...
Flight 983 from Manila,
passenger Ferdinand Pangarap...
Never checked in.
[Typing rapidly]
None of them did.
So this whole Lisbon thing is a misdirect?
Designed to fool the abnormals into attacking the wrong site.
Except it didn't work,
and the abnormals we caught here are just pawns.
Meaning that the real attack is still going forward,
only we have no idea where or when it's taking place.
Addison and his people are walking into a trap.
What do we do? Contact him again?
I have a better idea.
Whoa-ho... Where are you going?
To end this uncertainty once and for all.
I want all the details of the upcoming attack.
I'm sorry, Doctor.
You seem to be a fair person,
treated me quite well under the circumstances,
but I've worked too long and hard
for this day
to throw it away now.
I was afraid you were going to say that.
Killing me won't solve your problem.
Oh, I have no intention of killing you.
You see, I've been reading about your kind.
It seems the Praxians tried to wipe you out
200 years ago.
What does that have to do with this?
They found a way to neutralize your powers
by removing a specialized organ in your brain.
The iduary gland.
Those operations were barbaric.
Hundreds of my ancestors were lobotomized.
Yes, they were.
[Gas hissing]
What are you doing?
It's a sedative
to knock you out for surgery.
You're bluffing.
I'll admit, I've never done this operation before,
but you leave me no choice.
Naturally, I will take every precaution.
[Gasping]
Please... stop.
Details of the attack.
[Gasping]
Quickly.
[Cell phone rings]
Magnus.
[Magnus]: The summit's happening
at the Gran Atlante Hotel just outside of Buenos Aires.
The attack is scheduled
for noon tomorrow.
That's less than 12 hours from now.
I'm already en route.
Henry's been trying to get ahold of Addison,
but no luck.
We're on our way.
Will, there's one more thing.
According to the Crixorum,
the attack is going to be carried out
by a group of suicide bombers.
Biggie's one of them.
I'm afraid so.
For thousands of years,
the surface-dwellers have kept us down.
We suffer for their tyranny,
bear the scars of their brutality.
I myself have been their prisoner
for over 50 years,
but the time of the uprising is at hand.
From this day forward,
the occupiers shall be consumed by fire
and drowned in blood.
We will die
so that others may live.
From below,
we rise.
No puede pasar, señora.
Solamente Las personas autorizadas.
I need to see Greg Addison.
Tengo que ver a Greg--
a Greg Addison.
Dr. Magnus? It's okay.
What are you doing here?
Why haven't you evacuated?
Didn't you get Henry's messages?
Yes, I got his messages, all ten of 'em.
You think I somehow missed the first nine?
Look, my men did a secondary sweep of the building
this morning.
We have set up, as you can see,
a secure perimeter around the entire hotel.
There's nothing to worry about.
Really? That's your position?
Unless you know otherwise.
These rebels that you're so cavalier about
are the same ones that figured out
you were trying to misdirect them
to Lisbon.
I wouldn't underestimate their capabilities.
And what do you propose I do?
Evacuate the hotel.
Postpone the summit
before the deadline has passed.
And let them succeed in their goal of disrupting it?
You don't know much
about dealing with terrorists, Doctor.
And you don't know much about dealing with abnormals.
Look, you're worried about your Sasquatch,
I get it,
but he made his choice.
Now, if he and his buddies are stupid enough
to launch an attack under these circumstances,
I can't help him.
You've wasted your time
coming down here.
Our mission is almost complete.
Soon the surface will have no choice
but to heed our demands.
From below, we rise.
Doc!
Kate! Thank God. Where are Will and Declan?
We ran into some trouble,
and they bought me some time.
What's going on?
We need to get into that hotel and past the security.
The old-fashioned way?
Señora, ahora.
Yeah.
Son of a...
Stop those two!
Whoa, whoa!
Stand down!
Sir?
What!
We've had a security breach.
Yes, I know that, I just called it in.
No, sir. Earlier today.
I've sent stills to your tablet.
They got in via the rear access road.
Evacuate the hotel.
[Slams truck]
They cleared out all but a few service vehicles
in advance of the summit.
So where would he be hiding?
According to the Crixorum,
this hotel has four elevator shafts.
The plan was to detonate a bomb on this level
next to each one.
I'll check this way.
Stay back.
Dear God.
[Addison]: Yeah, make sure
you keep someone in that stairwell.
Oh, great. You too now.
Where's Magnus?
Inside.
You let her in?
Let her?
No, I did not let her.
She and her friend went all Krav Maga on my men.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Not a chance.
We're evacuating the entire building.
No one's going in there.
What do we do now?
Why are you here?
I came to help you. You're sick.
Stay back!
Please,
listen to me.
You're not yourself.
You've been brainwashed.
The Crixorum re-mapped your brain,
made you feel anger and resentment.
No, I have always felt this way.
No.
You detest violence.
You are one of the most peaceful beings
I have ever known.
You are lying.
You're only trying to confuse me.
H., it's Will.
We need another way into the hotel.
Sure thing.
[Rapid typing]
Uh, okay, there should be an access road
on the other side of the grounds.
How far?
From the front entrance,
I'd say it's about a good four miles.
Okay, keep going.
I am your oldest friend.
Please.
There's not much time.
Just take off the vest.
No...
I pledge to serve the cause that is just--
Wait.
You don't have to do this.
I pledge to kill for the cause that is just.
Please, listen to me!
I pledge to die
for the cause that is just!
[Thud]
[Sighs in relief]
Thank God.
Quickly,
let's get him out of here.
Oh, Doc, we got a problem.
Two minutes till they all blow.
All right, let's get this vest off him.
Get him into that van.
Henry, where's this road, man?
Should be just up ahead.
Any word from Magnus?
No, nothing.
They're both inside.
Damn.
Henry, SCIU's got this side locked off.
We need another way around.
This is the way around.
We've gotta run it.
Wait, Will!
H-hold on a second.
What time you got?
Son of a bitch, it's noon.
[Guards]: Don't move! Stop right there!
Magnus, come in.
You gotta get out of there now--
My God.
Magnus!
Kate!
Anybody, come in!
Magnus, come in.
Kate, anyone, come in.
Magnus, if you can read me, please respond.
Magnus!
Magnus, please!
[Gasps and groans]
Will...
This is Magnus, do you copy?
Don't ever scare me like that again.
Are you okay?
No.
We need help.
[Groans]
[Coughing]
[Groans softly]
Ow.
Yeah, I'd say so.
How long have I been out for?
A week.
A week?
Yeah.
You took a pretty bad hit.
Magnus had to operate twice.
What happened?
The hotel--
it was evacuated before the explosion.
There were 11 casualties,
including three suicide bombers.
Unfortunately hasn't done much
to change world opinion about the attacks.
Most world leaders are calling for an all-out war
against the abnormals.
That's exactly what they wanted.
I'm sorry...
Wait, the big guy, what--
He's fine.
Well...
He's getting better.
[Sighs in relief]
Good.
Magnus has been trying to undo
the damage done by the Crixorum
using the help of Sally.
The mermaid?
Yeah.
I think it's working.
His memories are coming back...
But he feels terrible about what happened.
I'd like to see him.
I think he'd appreciate that.
Did the Doc say
when I'll be well enough to travel?
Calm down, okay?
You just woke up.
I just really should be getting back to Hollow Earth.
People will be worried.
Is that a... Herusan promise band?
From Garris?
I looked it up.
Yes.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
...We bear the scars of their brutality.
I myself have been their prisoner
for over 50 years--
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
Thank you.
Wait.
[Sighs]
Please sit.
What you said.
About being a prisoner--
I didn't mean it.
Are you certain?
Because if you ever wanted to leave--
You know I don't.
I...
Feel at home here.
I always have.
Things will get better, you know.
I have to live with what I've done.
I know you feel terrible,
but you have to stop beating yourself up.
I mean, if anyone should feel guilty, it's me.
I'm the one who sent you into that lion's den.
No, it's not your fault.
Nevertheless, if it wasn't for me,
the Crixorum would never have had a chance to attack you.
No...
You did what you felt was right.
Hmm.
But ultimately, I caused you pain.
I knew there would be costs
when I chose to take the Sanctuary down this path,
but I never intended for you to pay the price.
I blow up a hotel,
almost kil--
you're the one who's apologizing?
[Chuckles ruefully]
We need supplies.
I'll give Henry a list.
Why don't you go?
Huh?
Are you sure?
If you feel up to it.
Thank you.
[Knocks deliberately]
From below, we rise.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==