Anyway, blah-blah, if they don't succeed, nothing left to protect, blah-blah. So they're going to try again, even if they wind up frying a few (or more) of Olivia's synapses.

Olivia's curled up on the cot in her cell, when a soldier comes to get her. "Is it dinner already?" asks Olivia, weakly. Hey, maybe they don't have The Shawshank Redemption in this universe and Olivia can tunnel out through the wall!

Anyway, what could be better than dinner? More memory-transference experimentation! The soldier leads Olivia down the hall, with light flares from the hallway fixtures casting sharp lines across the screen. The soldier punches a code into a keypad by the elevator, and then the next thing we know Olivia's strapped down to an operating bed while Brandon gets ready to do sinister things, Olivia protesting feebly. Brandon and the other scientist don't exactly look thrilled about what they're doing, but they go ahead and inject her anyway with a blue liquid, into an arm that's already got more holes than a Chinese checkerboard. They pull out a vial of B-lymphocytes labeled "Dunham, Olivia," and Brandon hooks it up to the IV while the other scientist gets another syringe ready and injects her with an opaque white fluid. "I don't feel so good," says Olivia, gasping enough to make Brandon order the other guy to help him unstrap her.

It's a trick, though; once her arms are free, Olivia sits up, grabs the syringe and plunges it into Brandon's neck and knocks the other guy to the floor. She frees her legs, and because Brandon is still not dead, she beats him up a little bit more and takes off down the hallway. A patrolling guard gets a chop to the neck, incapacitating him. Olivia grabs his gun and makes for the elevator. Either she's memorized the code or she makes a REALLY lucky guess, and ducks into the elevator while a couple more guards fire at her and a "code blue! Code blue!" alarm blares over the P.A. system.

And then despite all of Liberty Island being alerted to her escape, Olivia still somehow manages to relatively easily duck out a side door and take off through the trees before coming to a precipice over a steep drop to the water below. She hesitates, but now there's a spotlight following her and soldiers who at some point may be able to catch up to the drugged, barefoot Olivia, so she doesn't have much of a choice. She looks at Manhatan (not Manhattan, remember) in the distance, looks at the brass or whatever Statue of Liberty behind her, and makes the leap into the water below.