Project Eden: Vol. I Page #2

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around the world than you think.

Hundreds, possibly

thousands by now.

Have they suggested

euthanasia yet?

I am innocent, I was set up.

And, those men do not

work for the FBI.

Get in the car and I'll

tell you everything.

Our doctors suggested

euthanasia too.

They're trying to cover

all of this up.

They wanna

keep us quiet.

They murdered my wife.

After serving my

country for years,

they dishonorably discharged

me from the military

and now I'm wanted

for treason.

When I did nothing more

than try to protect my family.

I can't do this without you.

I wanna see, Thomas.

You can't,

it's too dangerous, that's the

first place they will look.

No, no, I need to see him,

if all of this is true then I

need to say goodbye at least.

This is Lily.

She was five.

Right now,

your son exists.

According to the rest

of the world,

my daughter never did.

Here are the breaking news,

local police are on the lookout

for a young woman who they

believe is aiding a man that is

wanted by the FBI for questioning.

She is believed to have last been seen

fleeing her downtown apartment this morning.

Anyone with any information,

please contact...

We're out of time.

I promise you, I will

help you get your son back.

I may know someone

who could help us.

Evelyn.

Hey.

Hi, Aidan.

Come on in.

Come on in.

Jeez, what a mess!

So, how have you been?

I've been getting by.

You know, I tried to come visit you in

the hospital after Thomas was born.

I actually

came a few times

but the doctors said... doctor's

said you didn't wanna see anybody,

let alone me, I love dad,

I'm like a son.

I needed to let

you know that...

You don't have

to explain. I know.

Jesus, where are my manners?

Would you like some coffee?

- Something to drink?

- No, thank you.

Sure.

Let me get you some

coffee, coming right up.

You know, I've been seeing

your face all over the TV, son.

I mean...

Your hair is different,

definitely got different hair.

But it's nothing a trained eye can't

spot and I never forget a face.

They murdered my wife, sir.

I know how it sounds but

they're covering it all up.

- "They"?

- Yes, they.

Our government.

I know it sounds

crazy, sir, but...

Nothing too crazy when it comes to the U.S.

government, son.

They put as much effort into

education, medical sectors,

helping out vets as they do into

conspiracies, we'd have the most functional,

progressive government

on the whole goddamn planet.

They have always said that

Thomas was an isolated case,

but Ethan had a daughter that was

born with the same condition.

Listen to me, carefully,

if you get caught

and my name is dropped,

I'll have to turn my back.

- I won't be able to help you.

- No, of course.

We understand.

Now I can't... I can't confirm

any of this, of course,

but I've heard whispers,

of a government program up north,

something to do with children.

I don't know the details,

they are all... vague,

but could be nothing.

Or, it could be something.

I wouldn't count on it, son,

and I don't need to remind you

that you're stepping into some very dangerous

territory here, I would reconsider.

I'm already in dangerous

territory.

I'm not going down

for something I didn't do.

Yeah, well, you just don't

take her down with you.

What's this?

It's the name and number

of an old friend up north,

he's gonna tell you

what you need to know.

Thank you, Aidan.

Hmm-mm.

Well, I guess, this is where

I say, "Good luck."

This will do.

Are you sure

you can trust him?

He won't turn us in

if that's what you're asking.

Our biggest problem is gonna

be getting across this border.

Ever since marburg hit, every

border has become heavily fortified

with tight security

around the clock.

We need to figure out

how we're gonna get across.

I have an idea.

But you're not

gonna like it.

What is this place?

I suppose you would

call it a hangout spot,

but more for criminals

who like to keep a low key.

Drug dealers,

dirty cops, lawyers.

A friend of a friend runs this joint.

Just stay close to me.

Wait here.

Where you going?

Will be back

in just a minute.

Ethan.

Anyone can count the seeds

in an apple.

Only God, can count the

number of apples in a seed.

Wouldn't pick you as a supporter

of Christian televangelists.

Never judge a book

by its cover, my friend.

Let's cut to the chase,

shall we?

Evening, Mrs. Green.

I wouldn't have expected to

see you in a place like this.

Special agent David Roth. We met earlier

this morning at your apartment.

Please, have a seat.

You know,

I was a bit concerned

the way you rushed off this

morning, without saying goodbye.

Are you here alone?

Yes. Just me,

having a drink.

I had a bit

of a rough morning.

Well, it's a peculiar place for a

woman to have a drink by herself.

Since we're here,

let me buy you another.

Sure.

Whiskey?

Yeah.

Two whiskeys, neat please.

We're still searching for that man, we

talked about this morning, Ethan Varick.

You haven't seen him

since then, have you?

No. No, I haven't. Sorry.

Let's play a little game, shall we?

A drinking game, if you will.

Pick a number between...

Say one and 20.

I'm not very good

at those sort of things.

It's pretty simple, just pick

a number, anyone can do it.

One.

Oh, so close. But no.

Drink up.

Let's try again.

Twenty?

Very good, you got it.

Let's drink anyway.

An interesting fact,

did you know that 20 is the minimum

number of years you can go to prison

for harboring

and assisting fugitive.

Is this man

bothering you?

No, it's okay.

Everything is fine.

Special agent David Roth, FBI.

Do you think

I care about FBI?

If you're bothering one

of our customers, you get out.

Women get enough sh*t

from men in this world,

without needing to be

interrupted when having drinks.

Fair enough, but I am

a paying customer.

I don't care,

I don't like you.

You see, my brother and I, we decide who

drinks and doesn't drink at this bar.

So, don't let the door hit you

in the ass on the way out.

Dasvidaniya.

This way.

Let him go.

Get the car,

get the car, move.

Evelyn, get in! Quick.

Who are you and why is the f***ing

FBI snooping around my bar?

It's a long story.

You better start

talking quick

before I squeeze this trigger

a little too hard, my friend.

All you need to know is, those

men are not from the FBI.

And, it's in your best

interest to help us.

Are you chipped?

I'm not.

- Give me your arm. Give me your arm.

- What?

They found us because they're tracking

a chip. We need to take it out.

- No.

- Evelyn, please.

If you don't, I slit your throat

and throw you out the back door.

No, no.

Hold her still.

Lose them.

Get out.

So, I take you across

border for $50,000.

$50,000?

You failed to mention you're a wanted

man and the FBI is all over your ass.

So, that's the price.

Take it or leave it,

my friend.

The rest when you get

us across the border.

Deal. Get in van.

We leave now.

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