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- He hunts by seeing our heat.
- Block the heat and he's blind.
These suits insulate body heat,
making the team invisible.
We've flooded the place
with radioactive dust...
...and installed powerful
ultraviolet lighting everywhere.
<i>The dust adheres to his body,
making him visible.</i>
-Liquid nitrogen. You're not gonna kill him.
You're gonna freeze him.
- We have to capture him.
- He's moving.
- What is all this stuff?
- Fluid breathing system. We just got them.
- You use it when you go really deep.
- How deep?
- Deep.
- How deep?
-It's classified.
-You breathe liquid
so you can't get compressed.
- The pressure doesn't get you.
- You mean you got liquid in your lungs?
-Oxygenated, fluorocarbon
- emulsion.
- Bullshit!
-Check this out.
- Can I borrow your rat?
- What are you doin'?
-You're gonna... You're gonna kill her!
- It's OK. I've done this myself.
- Man! You're just drowning her?
-He's gonna be fine.
I've breathed this myself.
- What about him?
- Yeah. That--
- You see. We believe
they're all the same villain.
Oh, my God.
They're all him?
-INSPECTOR: We believe so.
He eluded a hit squad
this morning in Holland Park.
Then he fled the U.K.
out of Heathrow.
- We've got a handful
of false identities...
used on visas,
passports, leases...
Nicholas Owen...
Louie Guanella...
Peter Damian...
- Of course.
Thomas More.

I've kept this for years,
because someday
it will be up to you.
I don't want you to be af raid.
I want you to understand.
Knowledge is the only weapon
we've got left.
In the beginning, it was
ignorance that destroyed us.
I saw the first, but soon
the world saw millions.
No one knew how they spawned
so f ast.
They swarmed like locusts,
burning everything
in their path,
driven by one purpose --
to feed.
Even then, we couldn't believe
they were real.
Ancient man had made them
into myths,
but nature had made something
f ar more terrible.
-This is an elegant crime...
done by an elegant person.
It's not about the money.
- Okay.
So who's gonna risk prison
to steal a Monet...
just to not sell it?
-A Monet lover.
-Let me see that.
-There's nothing to see.
It doesn't hurt.
-I'm sorry I wasn't there.
-Stop blaming yourself.
You got me out of the house.
It's got to stop.
I didn't have any warning.
The sirens went off a few seconds before
it hit. I didn't get downstairs.
-I'm sorry.
I was listening to the
radio and...l mean...
You may not want to know,
but it's happening.
N.S.S.L's predicting an F-5.