Threshold: 1x11 review + picspam + quotes
Nigel: If he pushes you, just push him back, I don't care what the teacher says. If you get in trouble, just have the school call me. What'll I do? Well, I'll, I'll march right over there and push your teacher, how 'bout that? No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, don't tell your mother, don't tell your, don't -- Janice. Jan -- no, I was. No, I'm not advocating violence, I just think the kid should stand up for himself. Ja -- would you put him back on, please? Hey, bub. [starts fiddling with a corpse's opened up chest] Hey, ah, listen. There's just one thing I want you to keep in mind, you know, all this stuff in school, this who's popular and who's not -- you know in the grand scheme of things, none of it really matters. I know that's hard to believe, but it's true. Can I call you tomorrow? Okay. Hey. I love you. Bye. [to corpse] You're the only one who understands me.
Molly: [enters] I thought Carpenter was doing the autopsy.
Nigel: Yeah, well, it seems Carpenter has a cold, and since she's the only medical person cleared to deal with anything alien-related, I now have to take of everything myself.
Molly: Find out anything?
Nigel: You know what, your protocols should have said we get two of everything. Two doctors, two engineers, two mathematicians -- then we could work in shifts.
Molly: Next time. Did you find out anything?
Nigel: They were both infected.
Molly: And the tubes?
Nigel: Manning was having their blood drained. Far as I can tell, these men were on empty long before Cavennaugh found them.
Molly: They're creating infectees and harvesting their blood.
Nigel: That's the main ingredient in alien fertilizer. They could be using it to contaminate more food.
Molly: So they actually kill off their own to further their agenda.
Nigel: We do it all the time. You ever hear of a little place called Iraq? Well, if they are trying to spread the infection through food, they're doing it on a large scale. I found traces of insecticide in their tissues. These men were farm workers.
Molly: If they're shipping out infected crops to the general public...
Nigel: We're screwed.
Eeeeesh, Lucas' nightmare. o_O
Nigel: Lucas.
Lucas: [breathing heavily] How long have I been asleep?
Nigel: A couple hours. How you feeling?
Lucas: Tired.
Nigel: Oh, you're fiancée's been calling. Sure you don't wanna see her?
Lucas: I'm sure.
Nigel: Does she even know what happened to you?
Lucas: No. She thinks I'm working around the clock, designing nanoactuators for the space program.
Nigel: Ah. I've used that one.
Lucas: Has Ramsey been by?
Nigel: I haven't seen him. He's been kinda busy.
Lucas: [nods, looking a little sad]
Nigel: I'll, uh, I'll see you in a little bit, okay? [pats him on shoulder]
Nigel: What, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Another doctor? In my lab?
Ahahaha, Nigel, you are so possessive of your toys.
Daphne Larson, botanist and leading expert in genetic engineering. She holds the patents to over twenty different modified grain crops, which put her in a rather "lush" tax bracket. Her mother was one of Nigel's students.
Daphne doesn't do much for me -- which is sad, because it's cool that they're bringing another woman onto the team, but something about the actress and/or her character just doesn't gel with me. Maybe it's because she's only here for one ep? Then again, that woman who played the Detective Rossi was only in one ep and I adored her. Hmm. But I love how she totally derails Nigel in the middle of his come-on routine. Ten years old! Ahahaha.
Lucas: You know, in a weird way, I'm relieved. I've been living in terror since day one. At least now I know I don't have to worry about it.
Molly: Let -- let me bring Rachel in.
Lucas: No. If I get any kind of last request or whatever, it's that she never finds out about this place or anything that we did here.
Molly: She doesn't have to know.
Lucas: No.
Wow, their anger is so palpable.
Nigel: Forty-eight hours, this brilliant kid is not gonna be human anymore. He'll spend god knows how many years, maybe the rest of his life locked in a cage and fed through a little slot, and all because of your all-mighty protocols.
Molly: For a minute there, Doctor, I thought you were gonna blame yourself. That's not really your style, is it?
Nigel: Blame myself? First Hattan, then Adams, now Lucas. We're all gonna die here, or turn into one of those things. Has it occurred to you that your plan isn't working?
Molly: You want out. I got it. You have made that abundantly clear. Right now, you do what you can for Lucas. And then we'll talk about getting you a replacement.
Whitaker: Huh. So. How many people do you think you can just yank out of existence before the public starts asking questions?
Molly: Approximately three hundred.
AHAHAHAHA WHITAKER OWNED.
Wow, just. Whitaker's entire dialogue with JT. Is he *trying* to create extra antagonism on the project? Sure seems like that's his goal. No need to rub it in JT's face, for crying out loud. I bet they were going to kill this guy off eventually just like they did with that Senator.
Ugh, I wouldn't eat two week old used-to-be-a-carrier-for-alien-DNA-lettuce. Though the amount that I wish I owned Daphne's jacket is RIDICULOUS. Ugh, it's so orange and velvet-y and fitted, I waaaants it.
Awwwww. ♥
They're both vegetarians! Ugh, even though I think Lucas and Rachel's marriage is doomed, they are *such* a cute couple. How cool would it be if they added Rachel to the Red Team? I know the show would never go there, but since I can now re-write the end howsoever I please, I see no problems. Oh, man, totally random plot bunny, but Rachel's a pediatrician, right? Now I kind of want Rachel to be brought into the project and Lucas and Rachel to adopt the little Threshold baby. AND ARTHUR COULD BE THE GODFATHER, EEEE. Well, he could be co-godfather with JT. And Uncle Shawn, awww. Molly, of course, would be the godmother.
Rachel's allergic to tomatoes; Farmer's Market on Meredith.
Hahaha, it's *organic* alien-infected tomatoes. Oh, the delicious irony of that.
Molly: Cavennaugh, I want you and Daphne in Illinois by morning.
Daphe: Whoa, time out, I haven't even unpacked my hotel room, and you're sending me to Illinois?
Sean: Welcome to Threshold.
Hee, I love the image of JT sitting in an armchair by a fireplace reading Mark Twain's collected poetry or Shakespeare's sonnets.
Daphe: Well, then, you shouldn't have to work too hard. I mean, pretty much everyone they've taken over speaks English.
Arthur: Aren't you supposed to be on a plane?
Her "I'll see you when I get back" seemed rather flirty, hmmm.
Molly: Wait. You're avoiding Lucas.
Arthur: I already watched Adams go through this, I can't do it again, not with him. You know, of all the people that -- kid doesn't have on indecent bone in his body. It would be different if it were me or Fenway.
Molly: It never works that way. Life is not fair.
Arthur: Trust me, I know when life's being unfair, ah. Life is way outta line on this one. I actually caught myself trying to pray last night, just in case.
Molly: Ramsey, you're an atheist.
Arthur: I know. I mentioned that in my prayer. I thought I'd win extra points for honesty.
Molly: You are his best friend here. He needs you.
Arthur: Then it's gonna be so much more disappointing when I can't go in there, isn't it? I'm sorry I'm not made of stronger stuff, but, I really can't take this horror show much longer. I have work to do. [leaves]
Nigel: It's okay, it's all right. Your theta waves were spiking, it's a sign of the nightmares. I thought I'd spare you one.
Lucas: Thanks, Doc. How'm I doing?
Nigel: Well, I may have good news. The rate of your infection seems to be slowing. No one's ever been this long without turning.
Lucas: Great, call the Guinness people.
Sometimes I really love Nigel's bedside manner.
Limited exposure to the signal initially -- increasing theta waves -- can mean a longer incubation period if the person is infected later.
Haaa, Arthur's whole scene at the Farmer's Market, with his "why would I have tomatoes?" face. And swigging at the flask, aw, Arthur :(
I'm with Daphne, the cover story can be modified a bit so this woman doesn't spend the REST OF HER LIFE thinking she's responsible for his death, omg, having that kind of power is just SCARY.
Wow, if looks could kill. (IF ONLY.)
Molly's mom lives in Nebraska.
Two neutron stars collided. Six years from now, cosmic radiation from that event reaches Earth. Eight hours, right ascension, thirty-four degrees south declination.
There's a Threshold facility in Arizona.
Lucas: Hey. Thanks for coming down.
OHMYGODYOUTWOKILLME.
Rachel and Lucas got married a couple of weeks ago, spur of the moment thing.
Daphe: I'd like to give my two weeks' notice.
Dear Daphne: I see that you are a smart, rational person.
So this guy was infected, he's the last one left, whatever that means. The first ones caught it from "the sound," some reacted by imploding. He "beat them," somehow. It's all in his journal. Then he kills himself (to prevent his infection from going full blown?).
Guy: Good luck, son.
Hahaha, everyone calls Lucas son.
Lucas slept for nearly ten hours after the signal exposure.
So, here's my question with this method of causing the Sonntag strain to reject. Wouldn't that *further* his effects from signal exposure? Because, okay, I can kinda roll with this is we assume that for some odd reason the strains are incompatible and compete with each other, but even a controlled burst of the signal is still going to accumulate more changes on his body, isn't it?
Lucas: Can I borrow your phone?
Molly: You wanna call her now?
Lucas: Ramsey. I need him to pull up everything he can on the history of guns.
Molly: What?
Lucas: It was probably -- I mean, it looked like Civil War issue, but I need to figure out the exact year.
I'll just be in the corner, quietly squeeing over this cap.
Daphne: I'm just saying, it's a huge room considering only seven people can be in here when the monitors are on.
Arthur: We like to stretch out.
Nigel: How'd you like being out in the field?
Daphne: It's, ah, not for me. I don't think I'm gonna last here too long.
Nigel: Hm, might want to adjust your thinking since you really don't have a choice.
Daphne: What's to stop me from leaving?
Arthur: You have a chip in your shoulder.
Daphne: Ah, it's a chip on my shoulder, Mr. Linguist.
[Arthur and Lucas exchange a look.]
A possible 190 new infectees out there, margin of error of 15. They no longer have an outbreak, they have a population. They'll each head up their own departments, she provides them with lists of approved professionals in their fields, they get to choose their teams. Agents will be on the streets 24/7 and they will begin a city-wide wire tap.
JT: I've never told you this before, but in my opinion, you are definitely the right person for this job.
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AHAHAHA THE LETTER FROM NASA. Wait, here's the best part:
"Our atmosphere is able to reflect small amounts of these particles and act as a 'radiation shield.' The amount of particles that will enter out atmosphere in 6 years as a result of this collision will most likely be more than our atmosphere will be able to protect us from. The Earth will be completely destroyed and all human life will be extinguished. I thank you for your concern and hope this information will be of help to you."
Seriously, I think just wrote this letter as a "LOL WHY'D YOU SCREENCAP THIS LETTER CHEATER" text to anyone who was trying to take the easy way around and see what it said.
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