All language subtitles for The.Last.Frontier.2025.S01E02.720p.10bit.WEBRip.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

My name is Frank Remnick.

R-E-M-N-I-C-K.

I'm the Supervisory Deputy US Marshal
for the District of Alaska

and I'm gonna be briefly
addressing the situation

- unfolding in the Yukon Flats...
- A bit louder.

Won't be taking any questions.

So, at roughly 0700 yesterday morning,

a narrow-body jet aircraft
made a crash landing

24 miles north of Eagle Summit

and 14 miles northwest of Circle.

Now, we estimate the debris field
spans two miles.

Details are scarce at the moment,

but what I can confirm is that
this aircraft was a JPATS prison transport

moving 52 federal inmates
across the country

along with a further eight security staff.

We're still trying
to account for survivors,

but there are survivors,
and they are dangerous.

The marshals, along with the Fairbanks PD
and Alaska State Troopers,

are working to contain the situation
which is developing.

Now, as I'm sure you're all aware,

cellular and data communications
are down across the Tanana Valley,

which is why we're asking
local print and media to get the word out.

Notify the public.

You know, please avoid the crash site.

If you can stay inside, please do, okay?

And stay away from strangers.

You know, I understand
there are a lot of hard miles

between Fairbanks
and the crash site, but, uh…

these are dangerous federal inmates

who are not afraid
to take property or hostages.

So let's lock up, batten down
and stay safe. Okay?

- That's all.
- Frank, wait.

- What about your wife? Was Sarah taken?
- Can you tell us who was on the radio?

Who was on the radio?

- Give it!
- Give it back.

- It's my turn!
- You're such an asshole!

Hey! Watch your language.

Jake, give him…

Rum-Rum, can you please stop
with the radio?

You said to find the weather.

- Why do you have to be so annoying?
- Hey! Can you two stop it back there?

Lara!

Lock the doors!

No, no, no. No. Listen.

Let me in!

Get away or I'll shoot.

I said get away.

The police.

- I've got money. Take the cash.
- What is he doing?

- Please. Take it.
- Holy shit…

- It's all yours. I swear.
- …that's a lot of money.

I won't hurt you. Please.

Take me to the police.

Havlock abducted
the marshal's wife?

Damn it, Sid. Remnick is the gatekeeper
of that cow town.

We need him helping you
and not out hunting for his wife.

He's gonna use the wife as leverage.
Make a ransom request.

- That could help us.
- Sid,

I am briefing the Assistant AG
for National Security in under an hour.

- I need results, not strategies.
- Why was he on that transport?

Why not send Havlock to Humphreys?

South Korea and Japan are
a lot fucking closer than Alaska.

Why bring him home?

You know I cannot discuss details.

This is about the breach.

Our analysts confirmed
he accessed the Agency's database

through one of our backup servers.

Why? What was he looking for?

Not looking. Found.

Havlock took a classified file
known as "Archive 6."

Archive 6?

What is Archive 6?

It's our playbook.

It's an inventory of every enemy
we've had terminated with lethal action

under the Atwater Protocol,
including pending and current targets.

So he's coming after the Agency?

If the archive is exposed,

if he trades it or sells it,
the fallout will be catastrophic.

You gotta find him, Sid.

Find Havlock.

- Hey. Hey.
- Find the Archive or...

- I gotta call you back.
- Yeah, you gotta call me back.

Now you need to start
fucking talking right now.

Right… Right now, okay?

Why is he here,
and why does he have my wife?

- This wasn't my mission.
- This isn't a fucking mission, okay?

This is my life. My wife,
the person I love most in the world,

has been taken, and I want to know why.

Because the CIA fucked up.

The op to bring Havlock home went south.

And I'm here to clean it up.

You're gonna clean it up, are you?
Yeah? You told me to shoot him.

You tried to kill him yourself.

- He said he doesn't trust you.
- We're spies. We lie.

Oh, so I shouldn't believe you either,
is that it?

- Listen, if you wanna doubt my loyalty…
- Huh?

…get in line, but I can guarantee you

I'm the only shot you have
at getting your wife back.

Then tell me, okay? What do we do now?

Right now. What do we do?

- We wait for him to make contact.
- You want me to wait?

We offer an exchange.
Your wife is leverage.

He's not gonna hurt her.

And you know this how? Huh?

Oh, that's right.

You're the one that trained him.

You don't have to like me
to accept my help.

But you need my help.

Start with the cell tower, okay?
We know he was there.

Set a perimeter.

Issue a BOLO for Sarah's car.

We lost Donnie
to this son of a bitch, Hutch.

I'm not gonna lose my wife.

- All right, you good?
- Yeah.

- All right. Do it.
- Where are you headed to?

I'm gonna get this party started.

The tip line's up. NTSB's on-site.

Also, I spoke to Ganz, he's working
with AT&T to get us a mobile tower.

- Good. Anything from Havlock?
- Nothing yet,

- but we're monitoring the radios.
- Stay off channel two.

- It was channel two last time. Okay?
- Yeah.

Supervisory Deputy Remnick?

Deputy Marshal Steven Cole.

- Seattle Fugitive Task Force.
- Nice.

Listen, you point the way,
you let us hunt.

It's not that simple. We need ATVs,
we need snow machines.

We need to truck it all in.

We don't have running water
or cell coverage, let alone fuel.

Shit, I thought you cowboys
all rode horses.

Yeah. Jane, this is Cole. Cole, Jane.

Listen, actually there is
something you can do for me.

Uh, can you pull everything we have
on an inmate named Henry Dale Sickler?

- Sickler? Copy.
- Yeah.

- He a high priority?
- Well, not anymore. He turned himself in.

He surrendered himself to a lady
this morning. Paid her cash.

Okay. One less shitbag to, uh, look for.

He could have killed her,
taken the truck and fled.

He didn't. Let's just pull his abstract.

Let's make sure we're not missing
anything, all right? And welcome.

- Copy. Hey, Frank?
- Yeah?

Heard about your wife.

She's in my prayers.

We're gonna ruin the son of a bitch
who took her.

Stay off channel two.

Got it.

Jane,

how the fuck are we gonna feed
all these people?

- Frank.
- Oh. Yep.

Erin, so sorry I had to send a car.

- No, please. I haven't slept all night.
- No, I get it.

- You heard from the kids?
- No, we haven't.

But we confirmed from the school
that they left together.

- Oh, my God.
- We're gonna trace their cell phones.

- How is this even happening?
- I don't know.

The last thing we heard
was they stopped for fuel

- on the Old Nenana Highway.
- Yep.

- Oh, fuck, I know where they're going.
- Your cabin?

- Yeah. How do you know about that?
- The whole town knows, Frank.

It's okay. If anything,
they would've got there…

They left at noon, they would've
got there before the storm set in.

So that's why they haven't called.

Jane, can you send a brownshirt up there?

Frank! It's Sarah.

We have a lead. They were at your house.

Where is she, huh?
What's going on? Where is she?

Your neighbor saw him
in the driveway. It was him.

Frank, you gotta see this.

Looks like he was making a recording.

Probably with demands or proof of life.

But the tape's missing.

We think that he got into your computer
to access the marshals' database.

The flight's passenger manifest.

And he also went through
your personal things.

Your clothing, your gun safe.

Fuck.

Everyone out. Come on, everyone out.

Clear it out.

You stay.

All right, they were here. All night. Why?

He's gearing up. For a journey.

He could have taken anyone's clothes,
anyone's weapons. Why mine?

And why make a recording
and not leave a tape?

He's watching you, Frank.

He wants to understand you. He wants to…

see what's important to you.
How you react.

That hers?

Yeah, she wore it as a necklace.

It's fake.

I proposed to her when I was broke.
I wanted to put a real one on,

but she would never let me
take out a loan for a rock.

We'll find the tape.
We'll find your wife.

I promise she's safe.

Hmm.

And I wish I believed you.

Frank, hi.

Hi. Um…

He, uh…

He has demands.

You know this a crime scene.

Yeah, I'm hungry.

Yeah, you could be eating evidence.

Mmm.

Eggplant?

Yeah.

She started using it
when I had my last cholesterol panel.

You know, I should have come home.

Like she said.

Yeah, we'll get her back.

He was fucking here, Hutch.

He was right in my fucking home.

- Hey. Come on, look at me.
- Motherfuck…

We'll get her back.
Look at me. Frank.

No matter what it takes,
we'll bring her and Luke home.

Clint's on his way up to the cabin now.

The kids are gonna be fine too.

All right?

People in this town got no idea
how bad it's gonna get.

Kira?

Found the Christmas decorations.

That is an alarming amount of Santas.

What are you doing?

Trying to find a shovel
to dig out the wagon and get out of here.

Last night was nice, right?

Sure. It was.

But we are stranded, I'm starving,
and you have no plan.

Santa stew?

Luke, I'm fucking serious.

I was trying to be romantic,
all right? I obviously didn't think

- we were gonna get stuck out here.
- Of course you didn't.

- What's that mean?
- You don't think.

- All I do is think. What do you mean?
- No.

- You choose to be oblivious.
- I…

- Why are you doing this?
- Luke!

What?

Everyone I know would have
checked the weather,

brought some food, gas,

maybe even snow chains
'cause it is fucking Alaska.

You didn't.

Well, there's no cell service.
No one's coming to help.

Let's just dig the car out
and get back on the road.

Jesus!

You so much as whisper,
I'll cut your tongue out.

Come on. Go.

Where'd you get that radio?

Took it.

Where'd you find these two shitheads?

Don't matter.

What are they saying?

There's a bridge downriver.
It's crawling with cops.

Why don't you give me that radio
and I'll see if I can pick those shackles?

Frank, hi.

Hi. Um…

He, uh…

He has demands.

There is a…

an inmate on the transport.

He was in seat, uh, 12A.

If-If-If you find him,

if you hand him over, I'll be set free.

My life for his.

Uh…

Take the inmate one mile north
of Pump Station Seven.

Marker 452. No police.

Uh, come alone.

4:00 p.m. Today.

Frank, I love you.

Uh, this is important, Frank.

This is where you and I decide
if we can trust each other.

I trust you love your wife.

I trust you to bring me 12A.

And you trust that if you don't,
Sarah doesn't come home.

You stole that from my house.

Inmate 12A. Henry Dale Sickler.

- Now, I haven't found any direct...
- You stole police evidence.

To protect you.

To get your wife back,
'cause if the police find this...

The police are looking for my wife.

I am the fucking police.

I mean, unlike the CIA,
we have rules and decency.

Havlock's giving you an opportunity

- to break those rules.
- You're not listening.

He wants you to demonstrate your trust.
Believe me, I'm trying to help you.

- Oh, man.
- If we do what he says...

I'm not negotiating with him.

Do you want your wife back or not?

You have to trust me, Frank.
This is what I taught him to do.

Havlock finds vulnerabilities,
and then he exploits them.

What he's doing with Sarah
is purely transactional.

He uses leverage
to demonstrate his authority,

which is good for us
because if we play this right,

if we do what he says, we get Sarah back.

Henry Sickler.

Are you gonna trade him
for your wife or not?

Henry Dale Sickler.

Wanted for securities fraud, wire fraud,
money laundering.

He's a bean counter for the underworld.

Runs financial audits
for criminal organizations

to find out who's been stealing
from within the company.

No one's gonna miss this guy.

Turns out that Sickler has been
stealing from his own clients.

So they hunt him down, burn him alive.

Son of a bitch spends a month in a coma,
loses both arms.

Been on the run ever since.

- Who's she?
- My shadow. Who does he work for?

Name a criminal organization.

He's not only worked for them,
but he's stolen from them.

He's a dead man walking.

Who's your shadow work for?

- State Department.
- Bullshit.

- She's CIA. Don't let her near him.
- Copy.

He the reason you're here?

Can you give us a minute?

Yeah.

- You know this guy?
- Never seen him before.

Look at him.

He's not afraid of any prisoners.

He's here for a reason. He's got a plan.

We need to trade him.

Look, it's not as simple as trading
some criminal for my wife, okay?

If I do that, what's to stop Havlock
from doing it again?

With my son. My friends.
Anyone in this town.

- Okay.
- No, no, no. I ain't finished talking.

Okay? You are here as my guest,
as my adviser.

Right, you don't talk to my prisoner.
You don't talk to my men.

Unless you have intel on Havlock,
you remain as quiet as my shadow.

Understood?

- As your adviser…
- Yes?

You need to cut this guy loose.

Trust me.

Trust.

Such a fascinating concept.

Trust lies at the heart
of every functional network.

That's because every network
faces security challenges,

whether it's misconfiguration
or targeted attacks.

Someone give me an example
of a network that we trust.

- Yes.
- Cell phones?

No. Cell phones…

Well, I don't really trust
any cell phone network,

to be quite honest, so, sorry.
Let's have another one.

Yes?

- Airlines?
- Excuse me?

- Airlines.
- Airlines.

Yes. My God. Airlines.

We trust them to take off. I do.

We trust them to land.
We trust them with our families.

We… We trust them with our lives.

But how many planes would have to crash

before you lost faith
in the aviation industry?

How many? I'll give you some stats.

100,000 commercial flights
take off every day.

What percent would have to crash

- before you lost faith in the aviation...
- Four.

- Four percent. Good guess.
- Four planes.

September 11th, 2001.

.004% of all planes were hijacked
September 11th.

And for three days,
every single plane worldwide was grounded.

We lost trust in the system.

A bad actor does not need
to crash every plane.

He simply needs to increase
the probability of the crash.

The study of how we prevent this
from happening

is called "The Study of Resiliency."

Appreciate it. Excuse me.

Very engaging lecture.
Resiliency, end of the world, all that.

- Thank you. Miss…
- Whitaker.

PMD Industries.

I was hoping I might buy you a coffee.

Mr. Sickler.

Frank Remnick.

I'm the US marshal in charge.

And I know Havlock was looking
at your file in my home.

So how do you and Havlock
know each other, Henry?

Okay.

Then do you want to tell me
why you surrendered yourself?

What's a pig like you make in a year?

Seventy grand? Uh, eighty?

Where is she, Henry?

The fuck is it that drives
dudes like you anyway?

You put your life on the line.
Get paid for shit.

- Yeah.
- Why do you even do it?

We get early retirement at 57. Mandatory.

Get full life, health.

It's not a bad package
when you think about it.

Though I doubt you'd pass
the background checks,

so I'm gonna ask you again.

Tell me about Havlock and the woman
that he has abducted.

Well, I know that she's your wife.

That she's in danger.

- At least that's what I heard.
- Havlock tell you that?

And I know that
she's a sweet piece of ass.

Henry, I'm trying to help you here, okay?

Pig, I don't need your help.
I got other plans.

- With Havlock?
- Call your boss. He'll tell you.

I'll be out of here before the sun sets

- on this inbred boondock.
- Yeah?

Oh, shit. He's pissed now.

- That's right, I am.
- All right. Tell you what.

You wanna know
where your little cowpoke bitch is?

- Yes, I do.
- Come here. I can tell you.

- I know the truth. Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Okay.
- Come here. Get in close.

- Gotta whisper it to you.
- Yeah? Here I am.

Keys!

What? What you gonna do, bitch? Huh?

You think you can hurt me?

That I don't know what pain is?

Fucker, they tried to kill me.

Burn me. But I don't die.

I'm indestructible. Untouchable.

So go get your boss and figure out
where the fuck my ride is.

Take a look around.

Okay, where are you?

Nowhere. You get no rights.

No one knows you're here.

You think about what you're gonna tell me
when I come back,

'cause from where I stand,
I throw your ass back out there,

you got a long fucking crawl to nowhere.

Open the door.

Animal, right? It has to be an animal.

Look at the scratches.

What do we do? He needs a doctor.

Where did he come from?

- Hiker?
- This far out?

Maybe he was hunting.

Then where's his gun?
And where's his… his snow machine?

- Or his friends...
- Fuck. I don't know, Luke. Okay?

All I know is that
we have no phone, no car.

And if we don't do something,
he's gonna die here.

- What's going on?
- Frank, we got one.

Jesus, Shooter. You shot a frozen man.

Nah.

We didn't know he was frozen at the time.

He looked dangerous.

I bet he did, Pete, yeah.

Can we get a body bag for our frozen man?

- And a bounty?
- No. No bounty. You boys go home.

Guys, uh, we got a fugitive DOA.

Get a statement from the driver.

- Frank, I've been thinking…
- You sure it's a good idea?

- You should deputize me.
- No.

I've been putting feelers out.
I can get 15, 20 guys here by sundown.

Shooter, no, no, no.
We're not Gunsmoke, Shooter.

We're not forming a posse.

Look, if you want to help,

call your brother
at the department of roads.

Tell him we need
a dozen porta-potties up here ASAP.

Please… and thank you.

Frank won't bend to your demands.

My husband won't free an inmate.

It goes against everything
that he believes in.

Every… Every oath he's taken.

He made an oath to you,

didn't he?

Come on.

- Bradford.
- Jacque. Glad you answered.

I've been meaning to reach out to you.

You brazen little shit.

I hope I'm not breaking protocol

by going around Sidney
and calling you directly.

I'm pretty sure you broke protocol
when you downed that aircraft.

- Good story. Keep telling it.
- It's him. On my cell.

Pull up the ISMI.

- How'd you get this number?
- Another time, Jacque. You're busy.

I'm busy, so I'll make this brief.

I texted a link to your cell.

Get the egghead
who's tracking my call to open it.

He's not on a network.

- What am I looking at?
- My insurance policy.

You see, you're lucky
I survived that crash, Jacque,

but you won't get lucky again.

If anything happens to me,

if I don't enter a code
into this site every 72 hours,

a dead man's switch will be activated.

And the contents of Archive 6 will be sent

to a select group of individuals
who'll be very interested

in the covert work you're doing
there at the CIA.

You bastard.

These are people's lives
you're playing with.

I simply need to know
that you understand how this works.

You die, the archive goes live.
I get how it works.

Good. Then we're done.

I should go. I have a very busy day.

I'll be sure to send your best to Sidney.

Figure out where this site's
being hosted and neutralize it.

Do it now.

Fuck.

Oh, Sarah.

Oh, come on.

Sarah.

Come on.

You know the safety's off...

- Who knows she's on the ground?
- My team, skeleton crew.

The assistant attorney general
never weighed in?

Justice doesn't know anything.

They were only woven in for cover.

The IG wants another interview.

We can hold them off
until she brings Havlock home.

How long do you think it'll be
before they find out

you sent Scofield out to hunt the man
she's accused of abetting?

We'll deny.

Can't deny a fucking plane crash, Jacque.

And now the Archive's in play.

You went outside on this one
because of the leak,

and that's justifiable,

but you can't protect Scofield.
You gotta bring her home.

- She can find him.
- Tell me the truth.

Did you send her because of some
promise you made to her old man?

Or are you trying to throw
that poor girl to the wolves?

- Give me a week.
- You got two days.

And if you're smart,
you'll throw her to the fucking wolves.

Jane, what you got?

Clint got delayed with the troopers.

- Says he's an hour out from Luke.
- Yeah?

Also, search and rescue
found the flight deck recorder.

It should be en route
by the end of the day.

- Good.
- Aw, good stuff.

- I was starving.
- Thank you, Frank.

Also, the governor called again.

She wants a statement.

- Fuck yeah. Barbecue.
- Jane, what…

Why is everyone acting
so goddamned squirrelly?

You told me to feed people.
So, I called the school district,

but Food Services were shut down.

That's when I remembered the Care Ministry
at church does funeral lunches,

and I have the PTA's phone tree, so…

Frank, are you even listening?
What are you looking for?

Did Gay Aden bring any of that
stovetop beefaroni she makes?

Mmm.

Okay.

Eat up. Big thigh.

How you doing?

Better than the food.

You weren't kidding when you said
there wasn't any salad.

Apparently, that extends to any vegetables
that aren't covered in cheese,

or any cheese-like substance.

It's from Havlock.

Are you gonna make the trade?

Tell me about him.

- I told you everything I know.
- No. You told me what he did.

What does he want? Personally.

- We don't entirely know what he wants.
- Well, take a guess.

You mentioned something about a crusade.

What does that mean?

I think Havlock feels
like a lot of Americans.

Angry. Betrayed.

I think he believes accountability
has been abandoned in this country.

Hmm. Perhaps I agree with him.

He also believes that the CIA represents
our government's defining failure.

So, he's picking a fight with the CIA?

Before Havlock vanished,
he breached a CIA server

and copied the contents
of a file called Archive 6.

Which is what?

It's a classified blueprint of what we do.

Targets, assets, sources and methods.

He intends to sell it?

We don't know what his endgame is.

I only know that he recently
linked the Archive

to some kind of
defensive blackmail program.

A dead man's switch.

If anything happens to him,
the Archive goes wide.

So, he needs Sickler to help him broker
a deal with a buyer for the Archive?

Sickler moves money for criminals.

It makes sense that
he's a piece of the puzzle.

Or maybe he's just in the way.

You know, maybe the only thing
standing between your guy

and the CIA's downfall

is a criminal with no arms
running loose on the Yukon tundra.

It may sound trite to you,

but to the rest of the civilized world,
it's not that simple.

That's what you think this is.

What we are. Simple.

That's not what I said.

No, but it's what you meant.

Us rural folk, eh?

Uneducated, uncultured, ungenerous.

Ungrateful, like…

Like Butch Cotters over there, yeah?
Oh, yeah.

Butch defaulted last summer.
Damned near lost everything.

That hog
in the back of the truck back there

represents two mortgage payments
for he and Linda.

Yet here he is, feeding you and I
and everyone else.

See in the middle down there? Oolu.

He had a job offer last year
to work at a bank in San Diego.

He turned it down to help his uncle
in the village.

Sue over there…

she lost her husband last summer.

Church ladies are her family now.

You know, this place…

isn't a mistake.

You know, we choose to be here.

It's what tradition looks like.

Clothes are handed down.

Dishes are handed down.

That blue one over there,

I'm pretty sure that had
Kodiak casserole in it

the night Luke came home
from the hospital.

Look, if you want my help…

if you want the help of
any of the people here,

you might want to recognize
that this isn't a mistake,

but a choice.

A choice to be accountable.

But I think your guy Havlock
already understands that.

Of course he does.

That's why he chose you.

Hey, Henry Sickler…

I know why he surrendered himself.

You wanna disappear.

Stay away from me.

Yeah, that's why you surrendered yourself.

Why you agreed to testify for the state

because the DOJ's giving you
a new life in witness protection.

Mmm, you should thank me.
Lot of scumbags going away 'cause of me.

Not if you don't make it to trial, Henry.

- Ooh, is that a threat?
- It's a fact.

I mean, nobody knows you're here.
Nobody knows you surrendered.

Nobody knows you even
survived that fucking crash.

- Did he?
- Tell us about Havlock.

I don't know who that is.

Then why is he helping you?

Did he make you a better deal
than the Feds?

Did he give you the cash?

I carry cash everywhere in my arms.
For emergencies.

It ain't got nothing to do
with anyone named Havlock.

- What are you doing for him, Henry?
- I swear to you.

- You moving money for him?
- Listen, I made a deal to testify.

To walk away.
Start a new life in witness protection.

Now, why the fuck would I give that up
for some guy I've never met?

What are you doing?

Hey, what's going on?

I don't know. You tell me.

Did, um… Did, uh…

Did Hayes get Luke?

He should be there anytime.

Good.

You know…

Frank, uh, I'm worried about you, man.

What the hell's going on here?

The guy who has Sarah reached out.
He wants to do a deal.

Wants to trade Sickler for her.

What's he want with our inmate?

No idea.

- What are you gonna do?
- Come on, man. I can't.

We're talking about Sarah.

I turn Sickler over,
I turn my back on everything, Hutch.

Come on, man. We're marshals.

Everything we believe in…

I do that, he wins.

See, that sounds like
some white people shit right there.

I say we trade the son of a bitch.

Bring Sarah home. Today.

You got a better idea?

I haven't seen one of those in years.

My mom got it for me
on the first day of the third grade

and convinced me it was some
kind of good luck charm, but…

I'm not so sure it works anymore.

You wanna tell me what's going on?

It's stupid.

I don't know if you noticed, but I'm kind
of, like, the king of stupid thinking.

The king.

I'm thinking about my dress
for homecoming.

It's my senior year, my last homecoming.

I-I told you it's stupid.

This guy's fighting for his life,

and all I can think about is
the dance that we're missing.

No. No. That's not stupid.

This time next year,
you'll be gone at college somewhere.

And I'll be waitressing
or working at the plant,

and I just wish
we could have gone to the stupid dance.

Hey, Frank.

I was worried about you.

Yeah, well, I have your inmate.

Yeah, I see that.

I want you to follow the pipeline
further north. And then…

Wait, whoa, whoa.

You said riser 452.

Yes. And now I'm saying
follow the pipeline further north.

Where's my wife?

She's with me.

You guys see anything?

Nothing yet. Hold tight.

Sierra, do you have eyes?

Negative. Quiet here.

Frank, another 20 feet
and I want you to turn west.

Where are we headed?

Watch your hood, please.

You know,
it really is beautiful here, Frank.

I think I'm beginning to understand
why you like it here so much.

You know what?
I couldn't give a fuck what you think.

Frank, come on. Don't say that.

You wouldn't be here
if you didn't care what I thought.

It's what I admire about you, Frank.

You have a sense of duty.

Are we close?

Little further.

Oh, I noticed you're a Walter Coates fan.

Such majestic writing. Such, um, scope.

You've read Alaska, right?

Coates can make a man feel so small
in the face of the natural world.

You agree?

I suspect that's why
you like it out here so much.

Feeling, um, insignificant.

It's pretty hard not to.

I get the impression
that's why you're out here.

Because you like
being insignificant, right?

Why is that?

I think it's because
you mattered somewhere else, Frank.

My gut says you're hiding from something.

What are you hiding from?

You're not here, are you?

Nope.

I never claimed I would be, Frank.

Oh, fuck!

It's a diversion, okay?

He doesn't want Sickler. He never did.

He wanted us away from everything.

- Away from what?
- I don't know!

What did we pull resources from?
The debris field, base camp, you tell me.

The flight deck recorder.

NTSB is moving it from the crash site.

We need their location.

Radio ahead. Notify the drivers.

Let's go! Let's move!

Where are they?

Frank, I need a location.

Highway 6. Chatanika.

- Let's go! Move, move!
- I need Steese Highway closed.

Ping the transponder.
I want the exact location of that device.

Now!

Where's my wife?

I asked you a question.

Where's my fucking wife?

Chocolat Chaud et Café au lait. Merci.

The entire team is impressed.

With your work with NSRI, your fellowship,

your paper on Static Data Sampling…

You wanna hire me?

We want to pay you
a lot of money.

Now, I'm not authorized to talk contracts,

but I can tell you
that our offer would start at…

I always knew this day would come.

I know how this must look,

but I didn't break any laws.

I don't understand.

The ransomware attack
at the hospital in Berlin…

It was a white hat job.

I was paid to get behind their firewall.

I have contracts to prove it.

It was the same with KP Financial.

Do you think I'm the police?

Comfortable shoes.

Crossbody bag. Your eyes.

What about my eyes?

Well, you're looking at my temple
closely enough

that it registers as eye contact,

but shifted slightly
so you're aware of all your surroundings.

I may have pushed ethical boundaries,
but I did not break any laws.

Your SEAL training paid off.

You can't prove I did anything.

Maybe we should go somewhere else
to talk privately.

Not interested.

You don't know what was I gonna say.

Well, I know that I showed up
on your radar

because what I do makes the people
you work for incredibly uncomfortable.

I know you want to arrest me,
but you have no proof of what I'm doing

because you don't understand
how I'm doing it.

Which is why you're here.

To recruit me.

Which brings us back
to me not being interested.

Then why are you here?

I like chocolate.

Tell the, um…

Tell the suits on the seventh floor
that I'm flattered,

but I don't work for anyone but myself.

I certainly don't work for the CIA.

It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss…

- Scofield.
- Scofield.

Sidney Scofield.

Have a safe flight home.

Hey. It's me.

I found our guy.

- Hey.
- What's this?

It's homecoming.

It's the only music I could find.

Do you wanna dance?

Yeah.

- You need to run.
- Dad, no.

Follow the river.

It'll lead you to the highway, okay?

You can do this.

I love you.

Go.

Hayes to Frank.

Clint, you there?

Hey, Frank. Just got here.

I got eyes on your boy.
He's with the girl.

Looks like they got stuck
off the county road.

Your road's snowed in,
so I'll have to hike up to the cabin.

But I wanted to let you know,
everybody seems to be fine.

That's great, Clint.
Thank you so much, okay?

Excellent work, buddy.

We'll try and dig him out.
But if we get weather,

I might have to hunker down here
and head back in the morning.

I'll reach out
as soon as I've got them both.

Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Hey, listen, Clint, uh,

don't say anything about Sarah
to Luke, okay?

You know, and, uh,

you know, make sure my boy knows
that I'm not angry with him.

All right?

Will do, Frank. Hayes out.

- Frank.
- Yeah.