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Eight days ago, we launched an ARCSAT -7
satellite.

We picked this up in the third orbit.

This is over Peru.

Looks like a downed Huey, sir.

She was pairing a team from 7th Group on
an anti -insurgence ops commanded by

Captain James Ellison.

On March 14th, 88, their Huey
disappeared en route to the landing

Did we send in a second team, sir?

No, we were subsequently advised that
all rebel activity had ceased in that

area. The chopper crew and the team
members, eight men in all, were reported

MIA.

They were presumed dead until we saw
this.

Seven graves.

Was there a survivor?

We don't know.

Mathis, I want you to take your team,
recover the bodies, and ascertain the

status of the eighth man.

Yes, sir.

One word of caution.

The locals claim that for the past 18
months, no one who has gone into that

jungle has ever come back out again.

I'll count it for you, sir.

With the exception of Captain Ellison.

Let's get a tough part over with.

All right.

Let's do it.

They could have killed us already if
they wanted to.

Captain James Ellison, ODA 731.

You my relief?

Your relief?

We were ordered to contact the local
tribes, organize a militia.

These men and I have held the Chopac
Pass for 18 months.

Quite frankly, Captain, I'm kind of
tired.

Six months, six targets. Eight dead, 21
injured.

Post office in Tacoma.

A bridge on the Snohomish.

A ferry in the middle of Puget Sound.

And there's no reason to think he won't
hit us again.

As a matter of fact, we're overdue.

We have to collar this guy before we
lose another life.

And that's why I've asked your city to
loan us investigators.

So welcome to Cascade.

We have seven kinds of rain here and 42
different ways of ordering a coffee.

This is Lieutenant Carolyn Plummer. She
heads our technical support division.

The team's been working with major
crimes on the case.

Lieutenant Plummer will be able to
provide you with any computers,

or advanced forensic equipment you might
require.

Any suspects, Captain?

We've had a few nutcases claimed to be
our man, but we're not biting.

You'll find copies of the genuine
article of correspondence in your

It's email.

Always sign the switch, man. But we
can't be certain that we're only dealing

with one suspect.

None of this has been released to the
media.

Why are all these letters addressed to
James Ellison?

He's our lead investigator on the case.

The bomber seems to get some sort of
perverse kick out of taunting him.

Well, can we talk to Ellison?

Jim's following a lead in some woods
outside of Auburn.

An old lumber mill.

He's been on stakeout since last week.

Last week?

How often does he come in?

He doesn't.

Jim works in his own way.

He won't be in until he thinks it's
over.

I'm here.

I put the team on standby.

There's a Red Chief Wrangler coming at
you on a north access road.

One suspect only in the vehicle.

You should be making a visual any
minute.

Copy that. I'll give you the green.

Out.

The suspect has entered the building.

Let's go.

This is the Cascade Police.

Back to the building on the north side
with their hands behind your head.

He's not coming out.

Smoke him.

I saw him go in.

He left something for you.

Looks like somebody's got your number,
Ellison.

Yeah, I know.

You smell that?

What? Gas.

How can you not smell it?

You guys smell anything?

No.

Jim, I'm not picking it up.

What's so wrong with you?

There wasn't much more than a pile of
sawdust left, but we've assisted

in pulling a few things of interest.

Fingerprints aren't likely, but we'll
laser scan whatever debris looks

promising. There was a clean impression
from the bike's tire. It's being run

through now for a maker's ID.

We also have a paint chip from the
bike's fender.

What about the explosives?

Same chemical signature as the previous
blasts, and Allison's description of the

timer fits as well.

Now, this is the most intriguing piece
of evidence because it's personal.

I don't get it.

Why does the bomber have such a Jones
for Ellison?

Look, I still think our best bet is
tracing the bite. How long for that

chip analysis?

Couldn't get a make here. It's gone to D
.C. to check against the FBI's file.

Plummer, your department is sitting on
$6 million worth of state -of -the -art

equipment financed by some of the
biggest corporations in the country, and

still shipping to the Fed?

That's right. And unless some genius
walks in here with an instant matter

transmitting device, it's still going to
take three days.

All right. Good work.

Probably the mayor wanting an update.

Go on. Get out of here. I don't like
having an audience when I tap dance.

Yeah.

Sure. Send him in.

Oh, by the way, did I hear the Sonics
got pounded last night?

Yeah, well, why don't we just let it
ride till the next time they play the

Blazers? Double or nothing?

Easy money.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Whew, stick at a dumpster all night,
Jimmy?

My cousin sent me the new roast from his
shop.

Something about Guatemalan mocha,
Turkish dark, whatever the hell it was.

It all tastes like Maxwell House to me.

Hey.

Hey, Jim.

What's going on?

I need a leave of absence.

Are you nuts?

I don't know, maybe.

I ran a blood test to see if I'd been
drugged, but I'm clean.

Hey, slow down. What drugs?

How else can I explain what happened to
me out there, Simon?

I fell off the back of that bike because
I was seeing things.

Look, you were stressed, okay? You heard
something. You smelled some fumes. You

got dizzy. You fell off the bike. What,
now you want a vacation?

Come on.

Is this the guy who toughed it out in
the jungle for a year and a half?

Take a shower, get some aspirin, and go
back to work.

Because right now, the only thing I want
more than my divorce papers is an

arrest. Hey, this isn't a joke.

I've lost a prime suspect, Simon, and I
don't even know how.

Joke's a good motivator, but don't take
more than your share.

Air support lost him in the trees. The
roadblock didn't snag him either.

All right.

Look, you can take the afternoon off.

See a couple of specialists if it'll
make you feel any better, but that's all

the slack I can cut you, Jim.

Well, that's not enough.

I'm losing control of my senses, Simon.
I don't know how else to describe it.

It's scaring the hell out of me.

All right, so let me get this straight.

This is all about you being scared?

So the switchman faked you out.

He's going to make you fold.

All I know is I can't do my job this
way.

So either you grant me a leave, or I'll
take one.

Wendy's getting married again next week,
so of course my mother is making the

wedding impossible.

My dad is practically living on his boat
just to escape the madness.

He has already filled every freezer on
the block, and Wendy says if she has to

gut one more salmon, the wedding is off.

Why are we here?

Dinner? Yours is getting cold.

We haven't had dinner together since
last July.

I know. I just thought we should catch
up.

Look, I like your sister okay.

But right now I could give a rat's ass
about the Plummer family newsletter.

I'm sorry.

I've asked you out. You always turn me
down.

Why tonight?

Simon put you up to this? You're
supposed to get me to go back to work.

it?

No. Okay, yes.

It won't work. I know. So don't bother.
I won't. Can I try a squat?

Hey, get me another one of these,
please. Certainly, sir. Thanks.

No, Tim.

You're not the first cop who's ever lost
a suspect.

I don't want to talk about it. But if
you did talk about it, maybe I could

you. So let's just drop it.

Sure. Why should I expect anything to be
different?

What's that supposed to mean?

Life's out. No one home.

If there is, how would I know?

I give up.

Good. Can I have my plate back? I'd like
to eat my dinner now.

Home. I can get more out of my toaster.

He's choking.

What's wrong?

What the hell is in this? Urban paprika,
I think.

Do you have a food allergy? No.

Maybe this is your cook's idea of a
choke.

No, sir.

Look, I am a police officer. I will have
this place closed down. Damn it. Now

you get me the manager.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Jill, there's nothing in your food.

I don't know what's going on with you.

Just take care of yourself, okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry.

Shut up, Jim.

You're only allowed one apology a night.

Maybe if you kissed me like that before,
we'd still be married.

Mr. Ellison.

Detective Ellison.

I'm Dr. McKay.

Your name tag says McCoy.

Um, yeah, but the correct Gaelic
pronunciation of my family name is

You have the results?

Of?

The tests?

Forget the tests.

You don't need medicine.

You need information.

What are you, an intern?

Go get the doctor for me, will you
please? Just wait a second. Hear me out

Loud noises that shouldn't be loud.
Smelling things that no one else can

Weird visuals. Taste buds off the map,
right? That's all on my chart.

Yeah, but I bet I can add one more
thing. A hyperactive tactile response.

A what?

I had an extra sensitive touchy -feely
lately.

Hey, man, that's none of your business.

And who the hell are you anyway?

I'm no one, but this man, he is. The
only one who can truly help you.

You're too far ahead of the curve for
any of this techno trash.

You're a cop.

See the man.

Good afternoon, detective.

I have to tell you, I've scheduled some
additional tests, but based on the

results we have so far, there doesn't
seem to be any medical foundation for

complaints.

You lost your name tag.

Oh. So I did.

I'm Dr. McCoy.

Notice how the war chant of the Yanomamo
headhunters finds its echoes in the

cellars of Seattle.

But I'm sure your dad used to say that
stuff all the time about the stones.

You know, hey, hey, turn that jungle
music down.

Yeah, he did.

So do I. You mind?

Why are you in my face?

Oh, hey, look, I'm really sorry about
all that Shakespeare stuff at the

hospital, but I just had to find some
way to get you.

into my area here to talk.

So talk.

Okay, all right. Here, please.

Get your seat here.

Have a seat, man.

You see, there's this nurse that I've
been, you know, tutoring at the med

center, and she saw your chart, and she
faxed it over to me, and when I read the

thing, man, it was just like...

Holy grail time.

You're losing me, Chief.

Okay. My name is Blair Sandberg, and I'm
working on my doctorate in

anthropology, and you just may be the
living embodiment of my field of study.

I'm correct, Detective Ellison, you're a
behavioral throwback to a pre

-civilized breed of man.

Are you out of your mind?

You dragged me all the way over here to
tell me I'm some sort of caveman. Well,

maybe I was a little out of line with
that caveman remark, but I mean...

you need to hit me, witch doctor punk.

I can slap you off right now with
larceny and false impersonation, and you

heading real quick into harrassing a
police officer.

And what's more, your behavior is giving
me probable cause to shake this place

top to bottom for narcotics. Oh, hey,
it's Joe Friday. Relax, okay?

Look, you mess with me, man, and you are
never going to figure out what's up

with you.

Now I know about your time spent in
Peru.

And it had got to be connected with
what's happening to you now.

Let me just show you something here.

This is a monograph by Sir Richard
Burton.

The explorer, not the actor.

It's over a hundred years old.

Anyway, the idea goes like this. In all
tribal cultures, every village had what

Burton named the Sentinel.

Now this was someone who patrolled the
borders.

You mean, uh...

Scout. No, no, no. More like a watchman.
You see, the Sentinel would watch for

approaching enemy, change in the
weather, movement of game. Tribe

depended on him.

What's this got to do with me?

A Sentinel is chosen because of a
genetic advantage, a sensory awareness

can be developed beyond normal humans.
And now these senses are honed by

solitary time spent in the wild.

And at first, Burton's monograph is
disputed, and now it's basically

I mean, there are certain manifestations
today of maybe one or two hyperactive

senses, like taste and smell. People
work for coffee, perfume companies.

Oh, and in Vietnam, the Army long -range
recon units that had to change their

diet to fish and rice because a Kong
scout could smell a Westerner by his

Right, right, exactly.

I've got hundreds and hundreds of
documented cases over here of one or two

hyperactive senses, but not one single
subject with all five.

You could be the real thing.

The truth is, I don't remember much of
anything about the jungle.

Well, a year and a half spent in the
bush, the sole survivor of your unit.

I mean, I'm no psychiatrist, but that
sounds pretty damn traumatic to me.

And trauma tends to get repressed.

Let's say I buy this.

Why is this coming back now?

I don't know.

But you need someone who understands
your condition.

What's the payoff?

My doctorate. I want to write about you.
You're my thesis.

I've had enough.

Well, just think about it, okay?

Oh, wait, there's one other thing I got
to warn you about.

Yeah, it's over in the north.

It's that thing I was trying to warn you
about.

The zone out factor.

God almighty.

You all right? You just stepped right
out in front of me. We're okay, man.

all right. Get out of here before I got
to answer a lot of questions. Let's go.

Let's? As in we?

Oh, great. I got some really specific
ideas on how we can proceed here.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

What happened with the truck?

What did you call it? Yeah, the zone out
factor.

You see, it's suggested by Burton's
research that when a sentinel's working

deal, he gets oblivious to the outside
world, sort of like the blinders are on.

Usually I had a partner along, someone
to watch his back.

You mean like you?

Oh, yeah, beautiful, great idea, I'd
love to.

Now, you ready for a little research?

No.

Why did I let you drag me down here? I
want to get rid of this thing, not

out how it works.

One, your abilities, which were once
latent and then suppressed, have been

dredged up.

Translation, you are back online. And I
haven't got a clue of how to turn them

off. Two...

You're a detective with hyperactive
senses.

You're a monster, man, a human crime lab
with organic surveillance equipment.

What more could you want?

Control. That is what we're here for.

It's all about concentration.

Let's try a little test here.

Okay, all right. Oh, okay, great.

In the aisle behind us, there's a flower
cellar. See if you can smell the roses.

This is stupid.

Oh, come on. Now, this is a scent you
should easily identify. Now, just give

a shot here.

Come on. I feel like an idiot.

Oh, hey, how you doing? Missed you at
the meeting on Wednesday.

Yeah. Let me share your notes.

Maybe. Call me.

Hey, I think it's working.

80, fix that. 80, fix that.

See that blonde over there?

See if you can hear what she's saying
about me.

Hey, I'm not helping you troll for co
-eds, short eyes.

She's a TA, man. I'm clean. Now, come
on. Let's go. Radar up.

Would you go out with him? Yeah, I'd go
out with him. He's adorable.

But he's never asked me.

Well?

She thinks you're a dork.

Give me a hand with this.

The switchman sent us the warning about
two hours ago.

Disposal had a problem locating the
bomb.

We did a sound sweep and matched the
audio signature of a timer identical to

one the switchman uses.

The explosive was hidden in a pedestal
of ashtray.

You put the charge in a wax casing,
Captain.

What's that, patchouli oil?

Something like that. No wonder the dogs
missed it. He's a clever son of a bitch.

There's something else.

I think the ante's been up to here.

This charge is anti -personnel like an
IRA nail bomb.

It's meant to frag people.

And a lot of them.

It's a good job, Tiger.

She thanked Lieutenant Plummer. Her team
found the bomb.

I don't understand that the sound sweep
should have picked up the second timer

as well.

That's the point. The second timer
wasn't the same type. He hardwired right

the station's lobby clock.

Jim. I've been looking for you all over
the building. You okay?

Just with me. I'm all right, too.

Thanks for asking.

I think the station was just a warm -up.
This was in my e -mail folder.

Dear Detective Ellison, today I bought
my ticket. Tomorrow I ride to the end of

the line, the switchman.

The end of the line.

Tomorrow? Look, Jim, I need you back at
work.

How long were you here on stakeout?

Four days.

Well, maybe that's why.

Why what?

The forest, the isolation, the danger of
the hunt.

That could have kicked the Sentinel
thing back up on you.

Yeah, maybe.

Okay, Sandberg.

Both forensics and the explosives
technician have already been through

place. Try to concentrate.

You've got to learn how to turn things
on and off.

Now I'm just going to shut up and let
you feel it out.

I can't see or hear anything that
happened days ago. Put your hands behind

back.

Put your hands behind your back.

Okay.

What's in your hands?

I don't know.

Ashes. Right.

Right. From what?

The right one is kind of dry. Wood,
maybe.

The other is different.

Oily. It's from plastic.

I never could have told the difference.

And a lab analysis? That takes time,
man.

But you could be rolling on instinct
here.

And I bet with a little practice, you
could even tell what kind of wood.

What are you doing?

Documenting.

What the hell I expected to find here.
Hey, hey.

Yesterday you're begging a doctor for a
cure, and today you're complaining

because you can't make it work?

What?

What is it?

What is it?

How good are you at climbing trees?

It's right there in the crook of the
lip.

Man, I am not in the mood to have my
skull ventilated by some pissed -off

magpie.

Heads up. Heads up!

The bomber was wearing a blue watch cap
when he went into the mill.

So maybe the hat was inside when the
police blew.

And the bird found the pickings up in
the beams where forensics missed them.

I mean, the nest isn't finished, which
would definitely suggest that the time

frame could work there.

What?

What, part of your job is walking into a
place and trying to figure out what

happened there?

But so is mine.

It's just that my places are usually a
few thousand years vacant.

What? What is it? You got something?

What? Yeah, it's, uh...

Shampoo or, uh... Aftershave. No, no,
no. It's more complicated.

It smells like, uh... What?

Jungle plants.

Can't keep this up.

Starting to get a headache.

I should run the evidence back to
forensics. Could be some other fibers in

nest or hairs. No, no, no, no. See, I
deal with labs, too, man, all the time.

And lab results take days.

You have hours.

Now, just look at the bright side. We've
already been to three shops. We've only

got two to go.

Now, come on. Come on.

May I help you find something?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, wow. Did you know that that dress of
yours resembles the ceremonial sarong

of the ancient... Detective Ellison,
Cascade PD.

A suspect we need to identify.

May have purchased body oil or shampoo
here.

Which fragrance?

I don't know.

I'd have to inspect them.

All of them.

Well, there are over 365 essential oils
and extracts.

Why don't you start with sandalwood?
That's what I'm wearing.

What are you doing?

Taking notes.

Sandberg.

What, you got it?

Not exactly.

It's this one.

But with this one and this one all mixed
together.

Well, we do make special blends for
customers.

Do you have a quiet list?

It's on the computer. I'll get you a
printer.

Working pretty hard, aren't you?

Yeah, you know, common interest.

She's into Zuni fetishes.

What fetish? I was on small carved
figures, okay? You know, what's this?

Cinnamon bark.

Tropical rain purple orchid. Yeah,
doesn't seem like anything a man would

does it? No.

Thank you.

What is it, another sensory thing?

No, no.

A memory thing.

Her name is Veronica Saris.

Her father served with me in my special
forces unit. He died in Peru.

So she blames you and blows the hell out
of Cascade just to make you look bad?

She had demolition experience in the
Navy. She was discharged two years ago

account of mental instability.

She left Washington State Psychiatric
Hospital eight months ago.

She's employed now as a tour guide. I've
gotten a draft.

So what am I supposed to do here?

Well, give me a warrant. What else?

Oh, what evidence?

Because the detective smelled something
on a piece of yarn he pulled out of a

bird's nest?

You know what, Jim?

I think you should take some time off.

Hey, well?

You said I need a vacation.

You're not going to do that, are you?
No, but I am going to do some

Is this Cascade Harbor Tour?

Yeah, I need to locate one of your tour
guides, Veronica Saris.

Yeah, boy, Kojak, you're parked in a no
-parking zone. You wait here. What? I

missed all the action? You're supposed
to be my backup. I am. But nothing.

You just wait here. If I'm not down here
in ten minutes, you call 911.

I guess this means no video.

Come on!

Oh, come on.

We're at Cascade, George.

I'm looking for Veronica's parents.

Veronica's with the other group. They
just went down to the box.

Police emergency!

Everybody out of the way!

Let's go. Thank you for your
cooperation, folks.

Does anyone have a response?

Captain, please, I need your card.

Hey, what are you going to do with it?

I want to get it back.

I want it.

Right there. Look.

How is it?

We're in turbine light. Pick the Green
Street Bridge.

That bridge is closed for repairs. We'll
take you 30 seconds. Drive to the

bridge.

No, don't put me on hold.

Yeah, this is an emergency.

Get me Captain Banks.

I'm on the Green Street Bridge with the
switchman.

This is the switchman.

Captain Banks, I'm patching the suspect
through to you now.

Go ahead. I want to talk to the officer
in charge.

This is Captain Banks.

No, I want the one that couldn't catch
me.

Detective Ellison.

Where the hell's Ellison? I don't know.

Captain, SWAT's rolling, and I've got a
bomb disposal unit on the way to the

bridge now.

Uh, can you just hold on for the line?
Detective Ellison will be with you in a

minute.

Okay, first the guns!

Put it down!

No.

Remember my message?

This is the end of the line.

I want to die.

And I want an arrest.

Put that down!

Where's the bomb?

Find it. Tell me!

You let him die.

You let them all die.

You left me alone.

Your father was my friend. I never hurt
him. I tried to save his life, Veronica.

You've got to believe that.

Now, where's that bomb?

Please.

Time's up.

Help me look for it.

Don't look.

Listen.

Watch her.

Don't touch that door, driver! You could
be wired.

Okay, everybody.

Just relax, okay? We're going to get you
out of here safe.

I swear the city's in for more than a
little repaving here.

Good work, Jim.

I've been worried about you the past
couple of days.

Glad you finally came to your senses.

So, can I make you dinner?

You don't cook.

I do now.

What time?

Damn.

My watch fell off again.

It's on the rear floorboard of your car.

How could you possibly... I'll see you
at 8.

Come on, Sandberg, give me the tape.
It'll make my job a lot easier.

Come on, we can subpoena it for evidence
anyway.

All right, but you've got to promise me
you're going to give me it back. Yeah,

I'll promise, I'll promise.

You'll get your tape back, Sandberg.
Wait a minute.

You know this guy? Yeah.

My new partner.

Partner?

Are you serious?

Every, uh, what's it called?

Fentanyl. Needs one. Isn't that what the
book said?

Oh, excellent.

I thought this was going to be a thesis
paper, but I think we're talking

bestseller here. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold
on, Darwin. Just slow down here. You're

not publishing anything for a while,
okay?

Why not?

Because I don't want to be lowlife in
town knowing I've got an edge.

Especially one I can barely control. You
just keep this between us. You got it?

Hey, do I get a badge?

First, I've got to find a way to clear
it with the captain.

Then you're going to have to go through
the academy, just like every other

cadet.

Cadet?

Wait a minute, man.

I am not cutting my hair.