Legion

_

The monk is dead.

So how are we going to find Farouk's body?

David?

I'm thinking.

Someone else must know.

Who?

What about me?

In the future.

- No. - Hmm.

You asked her?

No, but we... we're done.

Did...

we... did...

did we get in a fight?

No, but we're...

me and her, we're not seeing eye to eye right now, so...

- So we got in a fight. - Syd.

- Should I be mad at you? - No.

We just need... we just need to find the body fast

and finish this thing.

Are we helping him?

Farouk.

What about the end of the world?

One thing at a time.

Hey, hey.

Admiral?

What's that you're reading?

"Everything is unheimlich

that ought to have remained secret and hidden

but has come to light."

Is there a place we could talk?

In private.

I was a student here once, a lifetime ago.

The world was...

not innocent, but more so.

Our thoughts were our own. Private.

Do you understand?

Not so now.

There are listeners, watchers,

creatures from science fiction,

telepaths who can read our minds, steal our secrets.

We are vulnerable, you and I...

our secrets.

But more important,

senators, presidents.

And so there is a plan.

Create a mind that can't be read.

One of our own.

The secret keeper.

Why are you telling me this?

Because of your tests,

the boy who's never been sick,

who heals.

You have a gift.

You are a gift.

On your application

you wrote you'd do anything for your country.

- Was that a lie? - No.

Then do this.

Keep our secrets.

How old are you?

Seventeen.

"'You may not see it now,

said the Princess of Pure Reason,

looking knowingly at Milo's puzzled face,

But whatever we learn has a purpose

and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else,

if even in the tiniest way.

Why, when a housefly flaps his wings,

a breeze goes round the world,

when a speck of dust falls to the ground,

the entire planet weighs a little more,

and when you stamp your foot,

the Earth moves slightly off its course."

"Whenever you laugh,

gladness spreads

like the ripples in a pond,

and whenever you're sad,

no one anywhere can be really happy.

And it's much the same thing with knowledge,

for whenever you learn something new,

the whole world becomes that much richer."

You're in here, too?

Is there something...?

David.

Yeah?

It's me. Ptonomy.

Not funny.

I don't know how long I can-can-can keep control.

Wait. Are you alive?

I exist in their machine, preserved.

Is that alive?

The Monk.

He hacked the Admiral's mind.

The mainframe.

Remember? The wires.

Well, the mainframe hacked him back.

And I saw him, here, in the computer,

his memory.

And?

I know where to five...

Five?

Five... find-find-find Farouk's body.

Where?

A place called...

Hey.

A place called...?

Le Désolé. Le Désolé. Le Désolé.

Le Désolé.

Your mind's eye, can you see me?

In my true form?

It-it can't be.

As you were m-many years ago.

How?

_

_

No way to plan for such things.

The professor?

Is not here.

_

My body.

Where did you take it?

If I tell,

will you give me the one and only?

_

When you dream, this is what you see?

Mm.

Beautiful.

I miss this.

Driving.

Radio on, windows down.

_

Can't you see?

It's there, up ahead.

When does the dream begin?

_

Right.

Le Désolé.

We know where it is.

We need a plan. Should we tell?

No, if we tell, then Farouk can read their minds.

Okay.

Who should we use?

Shit.

On your mark,

get set, go.

You awake?

I'm not sure.

Don't do that.

What?

Look at me like I'm in a zoo.

How are you?

Who cares?

Me.

- I always cared. - Hmm.

What?

Oh...

Amy did that when she was nervous.

Look, man, I... it wasn't my call, okay?

I know, I just...

Is there anything left in there?

Of her?

Tell me something.

And don't screw with me, okay?

Am I...?

Am I really here?

'Cause if I'm not, and I wake up back there, with him...

No, you're here.

Hey, you're here.

With me.

And I won't let anything bad happen to you.

MAN [OVER P.A. Announcement two:

know your symptoms.

Confusion.

Irritability.

Repetitive sounds.

If you feel any of these symptoms,

- tell your mental monitor at once. - Hey.

This won't hurt.

Repetitive sounds.

If you feel any of these symptoms,

tell your mental monitor

at once.

Gone to kill the monster.

A poem.

"America, I've given you all and now I am nothing."

"America, $2.27,

January 17, 1956."

"I can't stand my own mind."

"America, when will we end the human war?"

She never married, my mom.

It was just boyfriend, boyfriend, fling.

Sometimes they were younger.

Sometimes they were married.

"Joan. Oh, Joan.

Please, Joan."

She was the tragic lay.

The one they couldn't touch.