Grif: Hey Simmons?
Simmons: Yeah?
Grif: You ever wonder why we're here?
Simmons: You mean metaphysically?
Grif: No
Grif: I mean, why are we going through all this trouble just to find one guy?
Simmons: I don't know...he's evil or something?
Grif: Yeah, but so what? I don't have a problem with him.
Simmons: Yeah, but he's the one that started all of this, you know?
Simmons: He's the reason we have to deal with the freelancers and the AI's and the Meta...
Simmons: I mean, when you think about it, he's the reason why we're here.
Sarge: Yep.
Sarge: He's a real dirtbag, all right.
Sarge: But...
Sarge: Even if he's six feet under...
Sarge: We'll still be in the same damn spot.
Simmons:Uh
Simmons: Sir?
Sarge: All I'm saying is we made it back to base in one piece.
Sarge: And even found the rest of our team.
Sarge: So do you boys really think running off again will make things any better?
Sarge: Cause the way I see it
Sarge: Leaving this place...
Sarge: is only going to make things worse
Wash: Hmm
Wash: I guess you have a point Sarge.
Sarge: Shut up, Grif
Carolina: Church, can't this wait?
Church/Epsilon: No, it can't.
Church/Epsilon: Carolina, the guys are terrified of you.
Carolina: What's your point?
Church/Epsilon: My point is that they think you're a killer psychopath
Church/Epsilon: and you can't be trusted.
Church/Epsilon: But I know they're wrong.
Church/Epsilon: I know why you're doing all of this
Church/Epsilon: and I know you're not really crazy.
Carolina (sarcastically): Gee
Carolina (sarcastically): Thanks, Church.
Carolina (sarcastically): You certainly know how to make a girl feel special.
Church/Epsilon: What I don't know is what happened between you and Tex.
Carolina: I don't want to...
Church: You mentioned her name back on the island.
Carolina: What does Tex have to do with anything?
Church: Well, a lot, apparently, because every time I bring her up, you act like you're going to put your fist through something.
Church: And then, ugh, you do sometimes.
Carolina: That's ridiculous. I don't...
Church: Look, I understand you're angry. I'm angry too.
Church: The Director's a fucking dickhead and we're going to make him pay.
Church: But Tex was your friend, right?
Carolina (laughing): My friend?
Carolina: Who the hell gave you that idea?
Church: Heh, well...
Church: She did
Carolina: (sigh)
Church: Look, she was a total bitch. Trust me, I know.
Church: But, she told me once she would've given anything to save you.
Church: I don't know what she meant exactly. But...
Church: ...if you really want to take down the Director...
Church: ...you gotta pull yourself together.
Church: You know, you...you gotta let it go.
Carolina: You say that...
Carolina: ...like I'm sad she's gone, but I'm not.
Carolina: I hated her.
Carolina: I couldn't compete.
Church: That doesn't matter anymore.
Carolina: But even she couldn't find the Director.
Carolina: Agent Texas.
Carolina: The best of the best.
Carolina: How the hell am I supposed to do what she couldn't?
Church: Carolina?
Church: If she was really the best...
Church: ...then she would be standing here right now.
Church: Not you.
Church: Let it go.
Church: What is that?
Carolina: They're her dog tags.
Carolina: Wash found them in the crash.
Carolina: Tex didn't wear dog tags.
Carolina: Connie?
Church: It looks like some kinda data unit.
Carolina: Can you tell me what's on it?
Church: There's only one way to find out.
Church: And hey, if I'm not out...
Church: ...in like three months...
Church: ...don't bother coming and looking for me.
Church: Just...
Church: ...move on with your lives.
Church: Oh yeah, I'm going to go now.
Tex: Agent Texas
C.T.: Allison
C.T.: If you're reading this, then that means I escaped.
C.T.: Or...
C.T.: Well, at the very least, I'm probably not around anymore.
Counselor: He is ready.
Doctor: Hand me the Epsilon Unit, please.
C.T.: I went to leave behind the data I've been collecting about Project Freelancer.
C.T.: I never could shake the feeling that something was wrong with the program.
C.T.: The secrets.
C.T.: The lies.
C.T. The manipulation
C.T.: Smoke
C.T.: All of it.
C.T.: Obscuring a big, damn fire
C.T.: I did some digging, and now, I know what the Director's been hiding.
C.T.: What he did.
Doctor: Sir, Agent Washington is prepped for (unintelligible) AI.
C.T.: He broke the law, Allison.
C.T.: The one law they don't just slap you on the wrist for.
C.T.: I'm taking the originals with me as an insurance policy.
C.T.: I leave this copy for you not because you are the best soldier on the squad...
C.T.: But because I know that I can trust you the most.
C.T.: After reading these files, you will understand why.
C.T.: Good luck.
C.T.: Your friend, Connie.
(surgical instruments whirring)
Female Voice: Stop it, (unintelligible)
Doctor: Agent Washington's vitals are spiking.
Wash: (screaming) Female Voice: Leonard, come on, stop it.
Man: Secure him. Get him under control.
Female voice: You're going to make me late. Washington: (screaming)
Female voice: I have to go. Washington:(screaming)
Female: But don't take it lightly. Washington:(screaming)
Female: I hate goodbyes.
Director: Get him to recovery.
Doctor: Yes, sir.
Director: Counselor, I would like to speak with him as soon as he wakes up.
Counselor: Of course, sir.
Counselor: What was that he said about goodbyes?
Counselor: Director?
Counselor(reverberates): Director?
Church: Carolina?
Church (sputters): I know where to find the Director.
Carolina: What?
Carolina: How?
Church(sputters: I just remembered...
Church: Everything.