The Institute (2025) s02e02 Episode Script

1
[Tim] Previously
on The Institute.
[car crashes]
[glass shatters]
What? What was I
supposed to do, Tim, hm?
Let them die?
Stackhouse told us
about another power,
even rarer than TP or TK.
Precognition.
That's how you knew
about the bus stop.
It happened just as I saw it,
and I won't let
that happen again.
Picture's all over
the fucking Internet.
I'm gonna get
that flash drive.
Was I not clear how many copies
I've made of this?
I'm disappointed
in you, Julia.
You think they'd ever
take me back?
Now for that to happen,
I can't imagine
what you'd have to have.
What do you get the men
who have everything?
Mr. Nolan's been
very generous.
There they are.
The most exceptional beings
on God's earth.
Which one is Lynne Ledoux?
She's this one. In the center.
Right now, they are drifting.
Basically, scouting ahead
in the timeline
for apocalypse events.
I don't know how long
they expect us to keep going
without any new Pre-Cogs.
In fact, the Committee
has tasked me
with finding a way
to fill the gap.
An AI that's having
PC visions of its own?
Why not? I want you
to come help me work them out.
[Sigsby] It's yours.
[Kalisha] What is it?
[Tim] Luke's done
what he's done.
All we can do now is hope
he's found
what he's looking for.
[Wendy gasps]
Nobody's supposed
to be in here.
Oh, we're just
passing through.
When are the others due back?
Not for a while.
Nicky.
[Nicky] Bug out!
[tense music]
[Inspector grunting]
[glass shatters]
[Tim] Wendy!
[Sigsby gasps]
Up and at 'em, sleepyhead.
Don't miss the fun.
[warbling music]
[alarm beeping]
Control, uh,
this is Temporal Shift.
I'm red on PK zero niner.
Can she shift focus?
Temporal Shift, copy
red on zero-niner,
she's drifting right now.
I'll see if I can reach her.
[warbling music]
Lynne?
Lynne, when you hear this,
please shift focus
to pre-keyhole zero-nine.
[device buzzing]
[monitor beeping]
That's it!
Green on PK zero nine.
Thank you, Control.
Thank you, Lynne.
[warbling music]
[Sylvia]
Hey, what's happening?
What the--
[warbling music continues]
[tense music]
[alarm beeping]
[guns banging]
What is that?
Did you hear that?
- Hey, wh--
- Where's she going?
Lynne!
- Control!
- Carla?
[tense music]
[alarm beeping]
[employees murmuring
indistinctly]
[gun bangs]
[person thuds]
[people screaming]
[guns banging]
[gun bangs]
[person thuds]
Oh, Jeez!
Oh, go, go. Go!
[guns banging]
[people screaming]
- No!
- It's locked!
[gun bangs]
[guns banging]
[guns banging]
[glass shatters]
Oh, my God!
[guns banging]
[people grunting]
[guns banging]
[people screaming]
What the hell is happening?
What the hell are you doing?
Hendricks?
[tense music]
[door opening]
[guns banging]
[Sylvia grunting]
[alarm beeping]
[pensive music]
Shout, shout, let it all out ♪
These are the things
I can do without ♪
Come on ♪
I'm talking to you, come on ♪
In violent times ♪
You shouldn't have
to sell your soul ♪
In black and white ♪
They really, really
ought to know ♪
Shout, shout, let it all out ♪
These are the things
I can do without ♪
Come on ♪
I'm talking to you, come on ♪
[pensive music continues]
[helicopter whirring]
[doors clanking]
Welcome back to SI One, sir.
Victor. How much do we know?
The response team
just arrived on scene.
We have video feed
set up in the office.
[people murmuring]
What about follow-up attacks?
Any other institutes
report activity?
[Victor] So far it's just PCs.
How could this have happened?
[Group] Welcome, Mr. Director!
[people chattering]
[door handle clicks]
Did they get them all?
How many PCs made it?
The Response Team reports
that Lynne LeDoux survived, sir.
Okay.
[eerie music]
[eerie music continues]
What's that?
There's a survivor! Who's that?
[Tech] Uh, that's
Dr. Hendricks, Sir.
Hendricks. What about the PCs?
Eight, sir.
Eight PCs were killed.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Eight of the nine
functioning PCs
of the world just assassinated.
We're bringing in
Ms. Ledoux as we speak
The world is doomed.
along with equipment
to re-establish a PC Room
- in this facility--
- Shut up, Victor!
Let me think!
I have to have at least two.
Where am I gonna get
another functioning pre-cog?
Go.
Nice to see you again, Luke.
Yeah? I can't say the same.
Don't do anything
stupid now, okay?
Yeah.
[door creaking]
And I thought
we were living cramped.
I like to keep it simple.
How did you find me?
- Don't worry about that.
- Ow!
Where's the drive?
What drive? Which drive?
Maureen's flash drive.
The drive. I know you have it--
I do like
this new side of you.
Very forceful. Could you quit
poking me with that thing?
No. Give it to me,
or I blow your head off.
Fine. Go ahead.
You don't even have
to feel bad about it.
You will, though.
Even if you hate me.
You're gonna carry it forever.
I guess I'll find out.
You're doing it wrong, you know?
You might wanna
stand back a little.
This close,
you're gonna get brain
- all over your face.
- Stop.
- In your eyes--
- Stop it.
Shut up!
Okay. Okay.
[uneasy music]
Slow. Slowly.
[uneasy music continues]
[cereal rattling]
Give it to me.
It's yours.
All you have to do
is pull the trigger.
[garbage disposal rattling]
No! No!
Now I have nothing.
And neither do you.
You can't lie to a TP.
I know you would have
made copies of that.
[spray hissing]
[Luke groaning]
And you're definitely
not gonna kill me
with the safety on.
[people chattering]
[announcer muttering]
[signal chiming]
[people chattering]
[announcer muttering]
Thank you.
Behind me. Up in the corner.
Shit.
You saw it? You saw the light?
Did you see Tim?
We were together
when we saw the signal.
He said he'd be right behind me.
And he went in anyway?
What do you think happened?
We don't know.
I'm so sick of this shit.
I liked that room.
I liked my setup.
I fucking hate bugging out.
We're only alive
because of the rules.
Because we keep bugging out.
Or Tim's just paranoid.
Either way, we have
to let Luke know what happened.
Yeah, and thank him
for getting us blown
from the best setup we've had.
That's time.
We should get moving.
I guess Tim and Wendy
will make Bug Out Two.
'Kay, we need
to tell Luke, though.
Wait.
Okay. Here's your tickets.
Where's Wendy?
We don't have much time,
so we gotta go right now.
Where the fuck is Wendy, Tim?
[Tim] She--
She, uh--
she's not coming with us--
What do you mean,
she's not coming?
'Cause she got arrested?
[people chattering]
[announcer muttering]
She's She, uh--
She's dead.
[somber music]
All right, all right.
Okay, here's your tickets. Okay?
Here's your tickets, and we're
gonna be on Platform Six.
I need you to go separately.
We're gonna be on the first car.
Don't, don't sit together,
but make sure that you can
see each other at all times.
Okay? Okay?
Are you hearing me?
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, okay?
Don't, don't give up on me now.
Okay, you've come so far.
We have come so fucking
far together and
I need you to remember
what we're doing this for.
Sha.
It's for Avery.
For Avery.
Good girl.
For Wendy.
Look, Nicky, there are, uh
We only have so much time
before they're gonna
set up a cordon, okay?
We need you, man.
Hey, hey. I fucking need you.
Let's go.
Platform Six.
[people chattering]
[phone vibrating]
[stretcher rattling]
[phone line beeping]
[Sigsby] Hello?
Oh, thank God. Thank God.
Julia, you have to help me.
No names. What's wrong?
Oh, my God, it's so bad.
We've been hit.
Attacked.
Gunmen.
They're gonna scrape me, Julia.
No names.
Take a deep breath
or I'm hanging up now!
But they're gonna scrape me.
I had nothing to do with it.
They're not gonna believe me.
The Institute is under attack.
The PC Station
was hit this morning.
It was a massacre.
What? How?
I don't know. Gunmen got in.
How could they possibly
even know where to go?
Where it was?
I have no idea,
but they're gonna scrape me,
I know they are.
Did you have
anything to do with it?
Of course not!
Then you have nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear?
Have you ever seen anyone
who's been scraped?
If you did nothing wrong,
then you have nothing
to worry about.
You exist for the mission
of the Institute.
Are you listening?
The Institute is over!
What the hell are they
gonna do without PCs?
[door handle clicks]
Dr. Hendricks;
it's time to move.
Yeah, sure.
You have to help me.
[phone beeping]
[uneasy music]
[people chattering]
[signal chiming]
[announcer muttering]
[police radio muttering]
[warbling music]
[tense music]
[anxious music]
They know it's you.
- What?
- The cops.
They have a picture of you.
I got it from their minds
when I walked by.
- They think you killed Wendy.
- Shit.
That was fast. It's too fast.
What's going on?
We're not supposed
to be standing together--
The cops think
Tim killed Wendy.
Shit.
Yeah. That's what I said.
[anxious music continues]
You guys get on the train.
I'll lead 'em off.
No! No!
No, Tim We all need
to stay together, please.
- We're not leaving you.
- No way!
Okay. Let's all get on.
George, move!
Quickly! Quickly.
What are you doing?
[uneasy music]
Come on.
- No, Tim! Tim!
- No, don't! Come on!
[tense music]
You're goin' nowhere!
Show me your hands!
Hands in the air!
Hands now!
On your knees!
On your fuckin' knees! Let's go!
On your stomach!
Lay down!
Lay down
on your fuckin' stomach!
[Tim grunts]
Give me your hands!
[handcuffs clinking]
[suspenseful music]
[Luke grunts]
How'd you find me?
Huh?
How'd you get in my car?
Or-or even know
where I was gonna be?
[Luke breathing deeply]
[water pouring]
You saw me.
You're seeing things
before they happen, aren't you?
Dr. Hendricks always
said you had the gift.
[Luke groans]
[groaning continues]
You're seeing
something else, aren't you?
Something really bad.
Something that you're powerless
to stop.
What makes you say that?
Luke.
Today is your lucky day.
I have a way for you
to save your life,
save your friends' lives,
protect yourself.
How's life been on the run?
Huh?
Did your friends make it out?
'Cause they can't go home again.
[suspenseful music]
I didn't come here
for your help.
Yeah, you did.
[warbling music]
Luke.
Luke, these really hard things
you're seeing,
we can teach you
how to harness that.
Change the future.
"We?"
- We?
- The Institute.
You don't speak
for the Institute.
You are out.
You're living in a trailer park,
blackmailing them
into not killing you,
and you expect me to believe
you cut deals for them.
- No.
- Come back.
Come back as a PC.
PCs are treated like royalty.
But you have
to come on your own.
You have to--
you have to consent.
Here.
Take it, go on.
Take it.
What choice do you have, right?
Come with me.
No.
You're coming with me.
[suspenseful music]
I think he heard.
Hard to say.
[door opening]
Hey, you piece of shit.
That's me, all right.
We got you, pal.
Not just Wendy Gullickson.
Ever heard
of Chief John Ashworth?
And Deputy Drew Reynolds?
Ring a bell?
That's a lot of cops you killed.
Well, to be fair to you,
I did kill Drew.
Just not the other two.
You sick bastard!
I'm gonna kill you!
I swear--
Alright! Cool off, cool off!
Take a fuckin' walk!
[door slamming]
[Detective sighs, groans]
Take a seat.
Sorry about that.
Let's just, uh,
have a conversation, shall we?
[handcuff clinking]
Nice to see people still
rolling out the classics.
I appreciate that.
How you guys doin' in there?
I'm fine.
You know, I used
to work Homicide, guys,
so I've seen a lot of variations
on the whole
good cop/bad cop thing.
Bad cop/worse cop.
Crazy cop/dumb cop.
Be that as it may,
you are in a lot of trouble,
Mr. Jamieson.
Let me help you.
- Okay.
- Talk to me.
I'm gonna do you one better:
I'm gonna predict the future.
In about 30 minutes,
the FBI is gonna walk in here,
they're gonna supersede you,
they're gonna take jurisdiction,
they're gonna serve me
with a federal warrant,
and the Marshals are
gonna take me away.
Just like that.
Poof!
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
No, your, uh, recording
devices in there,
they're gonna pull 'em.
They're gonna pull 'em,
they're gonna wipe 'em.
And you will never hear
about this case again.
And if you ask about it,
you'll be stonewalled.
And if you go
to your local station chief,
he will have no fucking clue
what you're talking about.
And I-and I will be dead, sir.
You think, uh,
you think paranoia
will track for an insanity plea?
You just admitted
to killing Deputy Reynolds.
We have your blood
and Wendy's at the scene.
Why don't you just talk?
You know, the real irony,
the real bitch of it is
that if I do talk to you,
if I actually told you
the truth,
I mean, you wouldn't believe me,
but the only thing I
might actually achieve
is that I would get
you killed, too. That's it.
And while you might be
a shitty detective,
you don't deserve that.
Ah.
You know what,
none of it even matters.
I wanna talk to my lawyer.
Someone assassinated
the Pre-Cogs.
Why?
I don't know.
I don't even know
for sure what happened,
but if the PCs
were valuable before,
now, they're priceless.
I mean, anything you want.
You want a filet mignon
at 3:00 in the morning?
You want a 24-hour butler?
- No, no.
- Do you want--
My friends.
Can-can you protect my friends?
You can.
You can protect
your friends, Luke.
And I'm supposed to trust you?
Really?
You can trust the value
of your ability.
And you can trust me
when the mission
of the Institute is at stake.
Question is,
can I trust you, Luke?
[suspenseful music]
Hope the smart kid has a plan.
He's coming, right?
[suspenseful music]
Yeah, he's close.
We're kinda screwed
without Tim and Wendy.
We don't need them.
Luke will know what to do.
Yeah, he's been doing great.
He's fucking crushing it
as our leader.
[suspenseful music]
What?
He's here.
[suspenseful music continues]
[door knocking]
[dramatic music]
[Kalisha breathing deeply]
[dramatic music]
[door squeaks, closes]
- I'm so, so sorry.
- No.
About Wendy, about all of it.
It's my fault.
No, it's not your fault.
Don't even say that.
But even if it is,
question is what do we do now?
We need to get to Tim
before the Institute does.
How? The cops have him,
and we don't even know where.
Wait, what-what's going on?
Why are you being so weird?
Luke, what are you hiding?
Luke.
Well, um
there's someone else with me.
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[door closing]
I didn't know it was
my fucking birthday.
- No, stop, stop.
- Settle down, settle down.
Stop.
[Nicky grunts]
Stop!
Enough, please, calm down.
- Nicky.
- She came with me.
I brought her.
Shut the fuck up, shush!
Calm down, breathe,
just breathe.
- Stop, Nicky--
- She's gonna help us
- get Tim back.
- Oh, fuck that.
You know how many times
I've dreamed of this moment?
Boy, you guys have all gone
a bit feral, haven't you?
Stop, stop.
We gotta use her.
- Nicky, we have to.
- No, Luke, we can't use her.
She's a scorpion, you know that.
We can't trust her.
Hey, I came here unarmed.
And the Institute wants me dead,
probably more than you do.
Fucking A. Finally, the Institute and I
agree on something--
Tim first.
If it isn't too late already.
[door slamming]
Hey.
This wing is closed
for the time being.
We're facing
an unprecedented threat,
and this is
the safest place we have.
I'm gonna have to ask you
to stay here with us
until we neutralize this threat.
You can't be serious.
Gotta be honest with you, sir.
You're just too valuable to us.
With the AI system that you
built and are building for us,
it's too valuable to risk.
Let us protect you.
Like you protected
the PC facility?
Well, at least until
our investigation is concluded.
It's for your safety.
You don't need
to worry about his safety.
- It's time, sir.
- Thank you.
Who hit the PCs?
What do you know?
[dramatic music]
[footsteps thumping]
[door opening]
Some of my best men on this.
We have some very
promising leads.
As a matter of fact,
some of the people responsible
have already been mitigated.
Mitigated? Nice.
Look, there's no way
I'm staying here.
I just bought
a football club in Madrid.
But what I will do
is give you access
to my head of security.
He'll help you figure out
who else to mitigate.
That won't be necessary.
You want my money, my AI,
to help with these problems?
Well, I want Joshua fully
briefed on the investigation.
And on the security
measures here.
There's clearly
some inefficiencies.
Certainly.
I'd be delighted
to have your help.
But I must tell you
that we are very good at this.
We have some unique tools
that are able
to cut right to the heart
of the matter.
After all, the survival
of the human race is at stake.
Or at least the survival
of the Institute.
Yes.
But the two of 'em are
inextricably linked.
You ready?
Yeah.
Hey.
You got this.
Okay?
[car door opening, closing]
[lighter flicks]
[warbling music]
[door opening]
[door closing]
FBI. I'm here for your prisoner.
Everybody's signed off.
[sergeant clears throat]
[suspenseful music]
This all looks in order,
the Federal Arrest Warrant,
the transfer,
except I'm just a sergeant.
I need to speak to my captain--
You're their watch commander, right?
I-I don't wanna make
a thing out of it,
but I can and I will,
'cause this needs to happen now.
[exhales] Yes, ma'am.
[suspenseful music]
Let him show you
what he needs to see.
[suspenseful music continues]
[stamp thumps]
[suspenseful music]
[stamp thumps]
[suspenseful music continues]
- Just this is highly--
- Sergeant.
It's highly unusual, is all.
[Sigsby] I don't have
a whole lot of time.
You want me to get
the Commissioner out of bed?
Or the Governor?
No, no, ma'am.
No.
No problem.
[papers rustling]
[tense music]
[sergeant clears throat]
Yeah, Steve?
Bring him up.
[door opening]
Hey, shitbird.
Come on, let's go.
They're here for you.
[handcuffs clinking]
They're gonna kill me.
You understand that, right?
Shut the fuck up.
[indistinct office chatter]
[suspenseful music]
C'mon, keep moving.
She's alone?
Just hand him over.
Move.
Thought you were dead.
No such luck.
[door opening]
I guess it might
as well be you.
I lost him.
I-I, that was so hard.
I, I, I could see
what he needed to see,
but keeping it there, it was--
Hey, you're as strong
as Avery ever was.
Come on.
Look, it's okay.
[Kalisha panting]
It's okay. You're okay.
Sha?
What's going on?
Tim, get in.
There's no time to explain.
'Kay.
Come on.
Get in!
[door slamming]
I don't understand.
What the fuck is go--
Hey, hey, hey!
I'll explain later, okay?
[car engine starting]
[sergeant sniffs]
What the--?
[tense music]
We're here to requisition
a prisoner of yours,
Tim Jamieson.
I spoke to your captain
earlier about it.
Is he ready?
Fucking Feds.
Your people just came
and got him.
Get your shit together.
What?
What do you mean?
How long ago?
I can't believe you didn't just
see 'em in the parking lot.
[suspenseful music]
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Go!
[SUV engine starting]
[tires squealing]
And you believe that?
Any of it, all this,
all these, this Pre-Cog shit?
You think that the Institute
is gonna protect you now?
I'm starting to, yeah.
You think
that you can trust her?
Well, she's here, isn't she?
I mean, she could have
betrayed us at the station.
This is not possible
without her.
Kalisha is strong
but there's no way.
It's double-locked.
It's no big deal, just
turn it counter-clockwise.
'Kay.
It is suicide
to trust that woman.
That's what I'm saying, Tim, okay?
This is insane.
Luke, we can't trust her.
She wants to kill us.
She wants us dead.
So I vote that we kill her.
Got it.
[handcuffs clink]
We're not killing anybody.
[cuffs clinking]
Put 'em on.
I feel like
we've done this before.
We don't have a whole
lot of time, Luke.
The Institute isn't aware
of your status as a Pre-Cog.
We have to get you confirmed
as a PC before they do
whatever it is they do
with loose ends.
[door knocking]
It's okay, it's Sha.
There's a coin-op washer
and dryer in the basement.
I tried to find
the biggest things.
I thought we said no stealing.
Kalisha.
Kalisha, come here.
I want you to see
if she's telling the truth.
I mean, she can't lie to you, right?
[warbling music]
I can't.
She's practiced. She
She can conceal
her thoughts from me.
She She always could.
You can't trust her.
Luke!
We don't have
as much time as you think.
They'll kill us.
We know they will.
They'll kill whoever
they need to.
They killed Wendy and she--
[suspenseful music]
No, hey.
Don't--don't do that shit.
Don't TP each other
'cause I can't--
Sorry, sorry.
[sighs] I was just saying,
we need real evidence
if we're ever gonna get
anybody to believe us.
Maureen's flash drive is gone.
But if I can get in,
we might be able to get it.
Kid, we talked about this.
But real evidence,
proof we can show the world--
No, and I was saying
that you're crazy
if you think we can pull off
what we did before.
We don't have Maureen or Avery.
And they're gonna
be ready for us.
Yeah.
Yeah, we don't have
Avery or Maureen.
Why is that?
Why is Wendy dead, Tim?
We have been trying for months
and we are getting nowhere.
All that's happening
is the Institute gets closer
to catching us.
You all know
what goes on in there.
We gotta stop it.
By going back, right?
Hmm.
You realize
how crazy you sound?
Maybe the only way
to destroy this
is from the inside.
We did it before.
[Luke] We can call
the Big Phone again.
Tear it all down.
You're out
of your fucking mind.
They will never
let us do that again.
All right, everybody.
Try to get an hour of sleep.
[Kalisha]
What aren't you telling me?
Why are you hiding
your thoughts?
[Luke] It doesn't matter.
[suspenseful music]
[Tim] Wait, you're saying
you wanna go?
[Luke] We don't have
any other choice.
I hate this plan, kid.
- I hate it.
- Look, I--
but I need you to,
I need you to trust me.
By the way, I should, um--
Jesus.
Sorry.
[car door opening, closing]
Look, everything that I know
is telling me
that this is a mistake.
I need your help, man.
What else do you think
that I'm doing?
Yeah, yeah.
But I also need you
to understand.
- Okay.
- To trust me.
Because we need you both
on the outside.
Well, you're never
gonna convince them.
I will.
I'm-I'm trying to keep
everyone alive here.
- I hate it too.
- George.
I need you with Tim, okay?
For Avery.
For Avery.
Okay.
You guys really
loved that kid, huh?
Yeah.
We did.
We do.
We need to live for him.
We need to do the things
he can't do.
He was this cabinet
of curiosities,
and, oh, we owe him.
But it's more than that.
"For Avery" means for every kid
who got taken last night,
for every kid
who just lost their family.
I know it's hard to understand
if you didn't go through it.
I know, but we have to stop it.
We have to fight,
even if we lose.
But, for the record,
I still hate it.
- Come on, George.
- Yeah.
[car door closing]
[engine starts, rumbles]
[dramatic music]
[door opening]
Hey, man.
[door closing]
Where's George and Tim?
Uh, breakfast.
They'll bring back coffee
or whatever.
Great.
Look, uh, Luke?
I get how you feel, man.
But I'll never go back there.
Neither will Kalisha.
We can't trust Sigsby.
I mean, all that Pre-Cog stuff
just sounds like bullshit, right?
I'll never trust Sigsby.
[suspenseful music]
We're never going back.
I'm sorry, man.
[door slamming]
Fucking--
- What's going on?
- Kalisha!
Hey, get off of him!
What's going on, get off of him!
What are you doing?
Get off of me, get off!
Get off, what is this?
Let go, stop!
Stop it!
[suspenseful music]
I'm sorry.
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[logo whooshing]
[logo rumbling]