All language subtitles for The.Last.Frontier.S01E06

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

Bruce Berry was a working man

He used to load that Econoline van

A sparkle was in his eye

But his life was in his hands

Early in the morning…

He's seizing.

Get back to the bus,
set an IV with a saline drip.

Copy. I'll grab the med kit.

Don't fight it, chuckaboo.

Let it go.

And heard that he'd died…

It'll all be over real soon.

Tonight's the night

Yeah.

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night

What are you, a buck thirty? 140?

Let's figure 65 kilograms.

Gotta keep you breathing.

Stop. Please.

Look at you. You're still alive.

Good for you.

How we doing?

Now, I don't want you to worry
because I got my start in Texas

doing lethal injections.

What? I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

So I want you just to relax

because you are doing great.

There we go.

And within eight hours,

you'll be free…

or dead.

No.

Wish us luck.

Positive attitude!

Talked to GVEA. Everything's down
north of Gakona. Cellular. Data.

Even FAI's dark. They're rerouting
all air traffic through Anchorage.

- What about our fugitives?
- We have six outstanding inmates.

We should switch the encryption key
on our common band radio.

Yeah, you wanna flip a coin on
who talks to FPD?

Chief's still sore
about the interagency hockey game.

Yeah, you broke his leg.

- Hey, the ice broke his leg, okay?
- Ice, my ass.

I'll talk to him
and tell him to conserve fuel.

The inversion's gonna get nasty.

- Inversion?
- What is the inversion?

Air quality. Bad enough
on a normal day with all the firewood.

But with the power out,
everybody's gonna be using wood for heat.

Add a lid of cold air on top, it's gonna
get smoggier than Houston in July.

Listen, Cole, do me a favor.
Reach out to the DOC.

See what kind of manpower
they can provide.

Jane, contact the governor's office.

Tell 'em we're gonna
initiate ECC protocols. What's up?

The hard drive that we found at the motel,
what's the latest?

It's at the air base.

- Has it been decrypted?
- No, why?

Because the Bureau's gonna try
to transfer that drive into their custody.

We can't let that happen,
not until we understand the contents.

Okay. I'll make some phone calls.

Worried about her?

I'm worried about everyone, Hutch.

I reached out to my old partner
Mike in Chicago

to see if he can help us ID the Courier.

Mike? You never mentioned Mike.

Should I be jealous?
Is he prettier than me?

No one's better looking than you, Hutch.

Hey.

If the CIA sent the Courier to bring down
that plane and kill Havlock,

the job ain't done.

He's gonna finish what he started.

Ron, hey.

How is he?

Lucky.

All his panels are normal.

He said something about his left wrist.

The X-ray was clean. There's no break.
He's fine. Kira, too.

They're both gonna be fine.

- Thanks.
- Dr. Scott.

We need you in the ER. Transport
out of Fort Wainwright was in a collision.

We're about to get a patient surge.
We're unsure of how many injuries.

Claire, hey. Can I help?

You should stay with Luke.

Come on. It's me. What can I do?

Put the blood bank on standby.

Make sure there's an Ambu bag in every bay
in case we need to manually ventilate.

Okay. Go. I'm on it.

Okay.

We need a crossmatch in room three.

Hey, careful.

I'm trying to get through.

I got a Jane Doe. BP 180 over 99.
Possible intracranial hematoma.

Uh, yeah. Radiology's down the hall.

Thanks.

- Hey, uh, Jeremy.
- Hey, what's up?

Do you know that guy? The medic?

Uh, I'm not sure.
We've got rigs coming in from all over.

Thanks. What's wrong? Is Luke okay?

He's fine. I think we may have
a situation here at the hospital.

I'm running supplies
and there's this-this guy. This medic…

- Who? Which medic?
- Well, that's the thing…

I just…

I feel like he's one of yours.

You think he's a fugitive?

Yeah. I think I've…

I think I've seen him
in one of your files.

Uh, listen, keep your distance.
Notify the officer in charge.

- Have him call the FPD. I'm on the way.
- No, Frank.

You don't need to come. Just send someone.

I'm on my way, okay? The answer
to your question, work or family?

I choose us.

Every time.

Good thing the elevators
are still working.

Just this one.
It's assigned to a diesel generator.

Radiology is on the basement level.
Hall D2.

Hi.

I'm Dr. Wigg.

What's your name, lamb chop?

Claire.

Claire. When this elevator door opens,

you're gonna call the flight medic on
duty, and you're going to explain to them

that we have a patient
with an extra-axial bleed.

You're going to tell them that she needs
to be transported by air ambulance

to Alaska Regional, and that you've
already cleared this with telemetry.

Can you do that, Claire?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Frank, do you copy?
I think I know who we're looking for.

Our fugitive is a physician named
Dr. William Wigg, aka the Angel of Death.

This guy's smart. Yale-educated.

Board certified in neuro-oncology.
Well-published.

He's also a serial killer.

Court records say Wigg poisoned
as many as 36 of his own patients

and fellow staff members.

In 2005,
he was convicted on capital murder

and he's spent the past decade
in Pelican Bay.

He exhausted all of his appeals this month

and was being transported to Terre Haute
for execution when our JPATS went down.

I got it. We're pulling up now.

Stay behind me.

Claire. Hey.

I've been looking for you.
Is this our medevac?

- It is. We gotta move her right away.
- Okay, uh… Let's, uh…

Let's go through this way.

You're busy. I don't wanna take you
away from other patients.

No, it's, uh… No.
It's not a problem at all.

We'll just get you two on your way.

And it's one less patient for us
to… to worry about.

Claire, run!

Don't move!

The carotid artery.
It's the heart's superhighway.

600 milliliters per minute,
and yet God placed it right here,

completely unprotected.

Hands!

Wait! No, you don't wanna hurt me.
The pilot.

What pilot? All right,
what the fuck are you talking about?

The one who helped land the plane.
He's alive.

I can take you to him if you let me.

Hey.

- The pilot…
- Timothy O'Bannon.

You're telling me he's still alive?

Have you recovered his body?

You're on death row.
You're being transported to be executed.

Do you really expect us to believe

that you felt compelled
to save a man's life instead of running?

No, I wanted an insurance policy.

Now that you've thwarted my escape,
I am cashing in that policy.

And why should we believe that
he's still alive?

Because I'm a phenomenal doctor.

Thirty-six of your patients are dead.

You can't save 'em all.

He's lying.

You're full of shit, dude.

The patient is a 43-year-old
Filipino male. Lifelong smoker.

He has a lateral scar on his
right shoulder from rotator cuff surgery.

He suffers from asthma. Takes a moderate
dose of Lexapro to treat his depression,

a dosage I would recommend decreasing.

You want something.

And here we are.

What do you want?

I have a safe deposit box
at First Federal Bank in Seattle.

Box number 337.

Have the bank president escort it
here to me,

unopened and un-tampered with,
by 6:00 a.m.,

and the pilot lives.

And if I don't?

Then the pilot dies.

When I pulled him from the wreckage,
I assessed his condition.

The patient was in shock, had an
elevated heart rate. Lethargic. Confused.

Turns out the culprit was cerebral edema.

I treated him. He's stable.

Somewhere safe.

But the clock is ticking.

You diagnosed and treated brain swelling
in the woods?

Hmm. Are you familiar with trepanation?

When the brain swells,
it has limited options.

It can't go up. Can't go out.

So it goes down into the base of the skull

where the cerebellum meets the brain stem.

The trouble is,
the brain stem doesn't like company.

Death is imminent
unless you release the pressure.

Trepanation is the procedure
where you drill burr holes into the skull.

It's a practice that has been observed
by archaeologists and historians

for 1,500 years.

If an Incan doctor can diagnose
and treat brain swelling in a jungle,

I can certainly do it in the woods.

You cut a hole in a man's head.

I could have. And perhaps he would be in,

yeah, better shape if I had.

No, I treated him chemically
with Mannitol that I obtained

from a disgusting excuse
for a veterinary clinic.

Eighty milligrams every eight hours.
Last administered at 10:00 p.m.

So, if Mr. O'Bannon doesn't get
his next dose by sunrise,

then pop goes the weasel.

Or more accurately…

Listen, box 337.

Have the bank president deliver it to me,
unopened, by 6:00 a.m.,

or the pilot dies.

And have that mole on your wrist checked.

Its asymmetrical shape suggests melanoma.

You are welcome.

What do you think?

- I smell bullshit, Frank.
- Why?

There ain't no way that pilot survived.
Ain't no way.

What if he has?

Okay, come on. I mean,
Hutch, just think about it, okay?

I mean, if he has, then we have a duty
to find him and bring him home.

Come on, man.
We have no idea what's in that box.

It could be a bomb,

a weapon,

or actual cancer.

I think we should bring Wigg the box.

The pilot has a wife, two daughters…

And I don't wanna be the one to tell
his girls that we gambled on his life.

Agreed.
Okay, besides, if we find the pilot,

he might actually tell us
what really happened in that cockpit.

You have something to tell me?

No.

What about the cockpit?

We bring the pilot home, okay?
Contact the bank.

Wake somebody up.
Let's get that box en route.

Frank, what aren't you telling me?

Hey, stranger. How you feeling?

Good as can be expected after a car crash,

with a madman

- in the frozen tundra.
- Hmm.

Um…

Look, I just, um… I wanted to

apologize for dragging you
into this whole mess. I…

It's not your fault.

It is.

You know, you were right.
I don't think. It was stupid.

Sometimes I feel like that king
from the play we read in English.

What play?

The Greek one, remember?

The guy's kingdom had a plague.

And it turned out that
he was the one who caused it.

Yeah, but he was cursed.

You're not.

Everywhere I go, something goes wrong.
People get hurt.

I don't know how,
but I'm gonna change that.

Hey, kiddos. How we feeling?

Kira, I need to take your vitals.

You were right. It is good luck.

We got a problem.
We made contact with the bank president.

But without a key,
even she can't open the box.

They're gonna need to drill the lock.

Okay, well, just tell me
they're doing something about it.

- Hutch?
- That was the locksmith.

- He said he's 30 minutes out.
- By the time they cut the locks,

- we're gonna lose an hour minimum.
- All right, call SFD.

Have them arrange an escort, okay?
We need the box and the bank president

on the plane, in the air, by midnight.

Your airport has no power.

We will have power
by the time the plane's ready to land.

- And if it doesn't?
- Remnick, you there?

Go for Remnick.

I just spoke with the woman
Wigg brought to the ER.

She's a medic based out of Bassett Army.

She and her partner were responding
to an accident

when Wigg ambushed them
and stole their rig.

Does the partner have any information?

We can't find him. He's missing.

That's the bad news. Good news,

dispatch confirmed the location of
the accident they were responding to.

Intersection of Farmers Loop,
College Road.

I'm headed there now.

Listen up. Our fugitive abducted
a medic from this site under an hour ago,

which suggests that his hostage, JPATS
pilot Tim O'Bannon, may be in the area.

O'Bannon is said to be injured
but stable and safe.

Let's move out.

The Devil came

And the angels sang
The song of the Holy Ghost

Tempted the soul
From the pennies to the gold

Like the dust I spit from my mouth

Over here! Found the EMT.

The dogs have picked up a scent.

Frank, we think it's the pilot.

Find him! Find him!

We saved so long…

Help. Help.

At least 27 times

Fell through the floorboards
Into deep dark darkness

We never saw it again

Well, he moved him.

If he was ever here.

Hey.

- Where are the funnies?
- Funnies?

You know, the comics. Jokes.

Snoopy. Garfield.

Oh. We have Garfield.
But not in the newspaper.

Newspapers are for serious things.

Yeah, that's the beauty of it.

You wash down the serious
with a couple of puns,

the escapades of a grumpy, hungry cat.

"Mondays, am I right?"

It's Wednesday.

No, I know. I was…

I was being Garfield.

Don't worry. It's lost in translation.

Um… I have a donation.

Needs to get to Volkov by tonight.

- Consider it done.
- See you next week?

Yes. And I will try
and find some funny for you.

Oh, it's "funnies."

It's English. It's not your fault.

- English, am I right?
- Oh, God.

Sid, when did you get in?

Just now.

Brushing your teeth.

I will never get
your post-travel toothbrushing.

When was the last time I was sick,
and when was the last time you were sick?

Well, there's a difference between…

Correlation and causation.

Thank you, Professor.

If I hear that lecture one more time,

I'm gonna make a correlation
between my fist and your perfect smile.

Now that would be causation.

Shut the fuck up.

Did you make the drop?

I did.

She's seeing Volkov tonight.

I need you to arrange another meeting
with her tomorrow.

Why?

What's up?

Special Forces are
raiding General Volkov's tonight.

His people will want to know
who betrayed him.

We need to give them reason
not to look at you.

You want me to remove Elizabeth?

It's all been arranged. Suicide note.
Phone records.

The paper trail will make it look like
Elizabeth was working with the CIA,

and she knew she was compromised.

No, I can't do that.

She was trading secrets with the enemy.

To protect her own camp.

No, she doesn't deserve this, Sid.
She has a life. She has a family.

- No. No.
- I know that, Levi.

She could compromise everything.
I'm sorry.

- Frank.
- Yeah, look. He stripped the vehicle.

Plate. VIN number. The whole nine yards.
He thought of every detail.

Did you talk to Hutch yet?

Bank president and the box are en route
to the airport.

Well, they better fucking hurry up 'cause
that pilot's got less than seven hours.

Did you ever talk to OSI
about retaining that hard drive?

No, I've been a little busy.

The Bureau's filed paperwork
requesting chain of custody.

Listen. There's nothing to be done
until we break the encryption--

That hard drive isn't
what you think it is.

- Then what is it?
- It's not Archive 6.

It's malware,

which I assume
is what you and Hutch have discovered

and what you're hiding from me.

Frank, that JPATS crash wasn't a crash.
It was a failed assassination attempt.

One that, in success,
would've looked like an accident.

The passengers and the crew
never stood a chance.

It was all preordained.
Everyone on that plane was meant to die.

And you know this how?

Two years ago,
I was tasked with eliminating

a high-profile Chinese diplomat.

They needed it to look like an accident.

A fire. A train derailment.

A plane crash.

Do you remember Astra Air 446?

Yes. Went down in the Atlantic.
New York to Athens. What about it?

The airspeed indicators froze up,
sent the plane into direct law.

All 228 on board were killed.

Levi and I proposed that
if the CIA could duplicate this accident,

if we could feed malware into the plane
to crash and kill a target,

it would be the perfect cover.

I sent that up to the Agency.

They liked it.

But ultimately,
they decided to shelve the op.

Said it was too risky.

Until…

they decided to use it against Havlock.

Yes. But he saw it coming.

And now he's in the wind,
and they need someone to blame. Me.

- Why? You don't have a motive.
- I don't need one.

I'm already under investigation.

You slept with the enemy.

If the Bureau finds the malware
on that drive,

they're gonna think it's my idea.

Because it was my idea.

We turn Havlock over,

they eliminate him, and they lay
this whole fucking thing at my feet.

OSI know about the drive, okay?

I can't just stop the investigation.

Okay, but you can slow it down.
Buy us time.

How much of this
do you think Havlock really knows?

Well, he definitely knows
they tried to kill him.

He's trying to show you that.

He led you to the Courier's motel,
his passports, the drive.

Flight deck recording. The one he stole.

Don't you see?

Havlock is giving you the evidence
because he needs a custodian of the truth.

He's trying to unravel this,
like you and me.

And he knows that controlling the evidence
means controlling the facts.

It's not easy
for me to ask for help, Frank.

I'm alone here.

But I'm begging you.

Please do not let the FBI
get their hands on that drive.

Frank. We got a situation.

Go for Frank.

We need more time.

The patient doesn't have more time.

Sit your ass down.

The security deposit box that
you asked for is on a plane.

It's being escorted by the president
of the bank, as you requested,

but without lights on that runway,
they can't land.

The FAA's directing all traffic
to Anchorage.

That's not my problem.

Oh, it is precisely your problem.

It's your box, your deadline.

As an oncologist on death row,
I am acutely aware of end-of-life issues.

- It is my obsession.
- What does this have to do--

I have written extensively about bioethics

and the allocation
of scarce medical resources.

Did you know that 40% of all Medicare
payouts are spent on the end of life?

- No, we just need more time. That's it.
- Do you?

- Yes.
- Is it worth it?

At what point is extending the life of
one patient worth the cost?

- It is always worth it.
- I don't… I'm not so sure I agree.

I'm not fucking interested
in debating you, okay?

I just need your help.

No,

you need to make a decision.

What resources are you willing to divert
to save the pilot's life?

We need that safe deposit box
here in under four hours.

I need some options, okay? Anyone. Go.

- What about landing at the air base?
- We tried.

Eielson's on reserve power under special
orders to reserve mission capability.

- Something else. What else?
- Does the runway at Nenana have power?

No, but Minto's does.
They can fly there, and we can send a car.

That's gonna take two hours
extra on the trip. We don't have time.

What we need to do is send
a bush pilot to Anchorage. Meet the plane.

- There's still nowhere to land.
- No, but a turboprop with a good pilot

can land in a lot more places
than a private jet can.

- Who's the best bush pilot we got?
- Mark Bell.

Second best is Mark Bell sober.

All right. Let's wake him up.
Let's get him in the air.

Good news. I was able to trace the
bar code on the battery in that box truck.

Turns out it was sold
to the Downing Company.

- The moving company?
- Who also own

a ton of storage units in this area.

I'm thinking Wigg stashed
O'Bannon in one of their units.

There's no time for a court order.
Can we get a consent to search?

Yeah. But with all the locations,
that's over 600 units.

If we wanna search it by 6:00 a.m.,
it's gonna take every available officer.

Us. Troopers. FPD.

Frank, that's a bad idea.

We have no idea whether Wigg
had O'Bannon in the first place.

For all we know, that pilot is strapped
into his seat out in the woods somewhere.

Not one witness can confirm he's alive.

There's one who can.

Hartman, you there?

Come on, I know you're listening. Pick up.

You said before you wanted
to earn my trust.

Okay, well, here's your chance.

One of our escapees says
he has a hostage from your flight.

But before I divert resources to find him,
I need to know if he's still alive.

The name's O'Bannon.
He was one of the two pilots on board.

Is he still alive?

Hey, Frank.

Sarah gave you my gift, right?

You hold on to that, Frank.

That SD card will become very important.
You'll be getting another gift soon.

The pilot. Tell me about the pilot.

Is O'Bannon still alive?

You told me this was
my chance to gain your trust.

We've already established
that I trust you.

But I'm relieved to hear
that you trust me.

And, yes, the pilot is still alive.

At least he was when he was
dragged into the woods.

I hope you find him soon.

The man that took him
looked like a fucking maniac.

Fuck. Okay, good. Get everyone,

every available man
and officer on this now,

looking for O'Bannon. Let's go.

Hey.

I made contact with some of the others.

I shared with them what we discussed.

And?

They're very interested in seeing proof.

In fact, they agree with
your suggestion that we all gather.

No, you'll have to come to me.

- Understood.
- Make it fast.

I'm already making arrangements.

We'll see you in Fairbanks.

All right.

- What is it?
- Hurry up and open it.

- Are you recording?
- Yes. Oh, my God. Open it already.

No way!

It's for your wish jar so you can
keep it safe. Take it with you.

It's so cool.

Luke, thank you…

- You got a minute?
- Yeah.

- Oh. Sorry. I can come back.
- No, no.

Are you okay?

No, yeah. Hey. Come in. I'm fine.

Hear you're getting discharged.

Yeah, yeah.

They're letting me off early
on good behavior.

I can talk to the parole board,
put in a good word for you.

What's going on?

Um…

I've just been thinking,
you know, about before.

At the cabin and all that.

And I just wanted to say sorry
for how hard I was on you.

No, you're fine.

I think I'm starting to understand you.

- Me?
- Yeah. You.

You're

different.

Oh, God. Here it comes.

I mean it, okay?

You and your family have been through
things I can't even imagine or understand.

And that can make it weird
for people like me sometimes.

But…

you're not like the king in that play.

You're not cursed.

Bad things just keep happening.

Not because of you.

Yeah, well, um,
if I'm not the one who's responsible,

I… who is?

You're really smart, Luke.

Sit with it long enough,
and you'll probably figure it out.

But none of this is because of you.

Scofield told you that the CIA is trying
to frame her for downing the plane?

Yeah. Came right out and admitted it.

She was scared, but I believed her.

- Yeah, so do I.
- You do?

- Why?
- Dude, I work for the government.

Doesn't mean I trust
half the shit they do.

Those fuckers in DC will go
scorched-earth on Scofield

if it means maintaining power.

What do you think we should do?

We keep doing what we're doing.
We keep this shit between us.

Briggs thinks she's got something.

When you were on the radio with Havlock,

I decided to record you
because I heard a sound.

Sarah gave you my gift, right?

You hold on to that, Frank.

That SD card will become very important…

Are those church bells?

That's what I thought. But most bells
ring only at 9:00, noon and 3:00,

and these bells were at 2:00 a.m.
on the hour.

And the only other bells I can think of
in Fairbanks are--

Carillon clock tower.

Yeah. Two blocks from
the old Polaris theater.

Havlock wouldn't risk going to a theater.
Too many people.

Not at this theater.

It's been abandoned for 20 years.
It's the perfect place to hide.

- We gotta get there now.
- Want me to call Cole?

Have him pull back those units
that we sent to the storage yard?

No. Stay off the radio.
Let's keep this simple.

I can come. And I can bring Rojas
and Carlile. And that'll make six.

- Do it.
- All right.

I'm going with her.

- You ready for this?
- Would it matter if I said no?

Volkov is dead?

Volkov's men believe there was a mole.

Is that why you're here?
Do they think it's me?

It is you.

- You've been talking to the CIA.
- No.

You are talking to the CIA right now.

No, you're a defector.

They sent me to eliminate you.
And they want it to look like a suicide.

There's another way.

If I can get you out of here now,
right now, before anyone finds out…

the CIA or Volkov's men…

- You want me to run?
- Yes, but we have to go now.

What about my family? My life here?

Your life here is over, Elizabeth.

It's not a good plan,
but it's the only way I can protect you.

Let's go. Grab your stuff.

Be quick.

Top balcony! Top balcony, Hutch.

Put the gun down.

You're making a big mistake.

The Agency wanted you to down my plane.

How much did she know?

Sidney. How much did
she know about the plan?

Did she know? Yes or no?

Oh, fuck.

Drop it.

Levi!

Levi!

Go, boy! Go!

Spread out.

Cut every lock. Open every door.

The hostage is here
and doesn't have much time.

Nothin'.

He's nowhere near here.

All the way back.

What's your name, hmm?

Is it Vincent Thiago?

Korhan Durak?

- Which is it?
- Answer the question.

Dude, we got a bunch of
passports with your name on it.

I need to know which one
you want me to put on the report.

We know you don't work for Havlock.

The CIA sent you to kill Havlock.

We're wasting our breath.
He ain't gonna answer.

We need to figure out
how we're gonna land that plane.

O'Bannon's got less than an hour.

It's Greek. Cypriot.

God makes his angels spirits
and his servants flames of fire.

Flames of fire?

What you got?

RAF Graveley is a… an air base
the British used in World War II,

and they famously, because of the weather,
had to light the landing strip with fire.

You wanna try
and light a runway with fire?

I wanna use light from vehicles.

- Jane, you there?
- Yep, go for Jane.

Jane, has Cole been able
to locate O'Bannon?

Not yet. Still looking.
But they have less than an hour.

All right, listen,
have him keep searching.

But in the meantime, let's get Wigg loaded
up in a car headed towards Fairbanks.

The plane turned back to Anchorage 15
minutes ago. They don't got enough fuel.

Jane, radio the pilot
and have him turn back around.

- Let's get Wigg into that car right now.
- Copy.

We'll never get the doctor
to the airstrip on time.

We're not taking the doctor
to the airstrip.

We're taking the airstrip to the doctor.

Morning, Fairbanks. This is Bo Starlight
here with an unusual request,

so listen up.

The US Marshals need your help.

Mark Bell is trying to land his Super Cub

as part of their manhunt effort,
and he needs light.

The marshals are requesting that
every truck, tractor and snow machine

with headlights make its way
to Rosie Creek Farm.

The farm's about to become
an emergency runway.

So put your beer down or get out of bed

to help shed some light
so Mark can set his ship down.

Saturday night I was downtown

Working for the FBI

Sitting in a nest of bad men

Whiskey bottles piling high

Bootlegging boozer on the west side

Full of people who are doing wrong

Just about to call up the DA man

When I heard this woman sing a song

A pair of .45s made me open my eyes

My temperature started to rise

She was a long cool woman
In a black dress

Just-a 5'9", beautiful, tall

With just one look I was a bad mess

'Cause that long cool woman had it all

No, no, no.

You give us what we want.

The pilot's in a storage unit
at The Downing Company.

206 College Road. Unit 315.

- Cole, do you copy?
- Okay, open it up.

Unit 315. I say again, three, one, five.

Copy that.

Find 315.

Oh.

Oh.

Your son. Henry.

He was my first.

- I set him free.
- This was never about the box.

- Let him speak. Let him speak.
- You don't have to listen to this.

I've thought about you often,
Mrs. Schrock.

My name is Dr. William Wigg.

I was a resident at Pacific Methodist
Hospital when your son passed.

You were told his death
was the result of heart failure.

That was a lie.

Your son had terminal cancer.

Grade IV astrocytoma.

Which is why I swapped his labs

and I fed him a cocktail of
narcotics to end his life.

End his suffering. Set him free.

I know.

You know?

Know what?

Who you are.

What you've done.

- That's why I got on the plane.
- How could you possibly know who I am?

I saw your trial on TV.

I remember your face.

I thought of trying to contact you
all these years, but what's the point?

What would I say?

What would you say?

That I'm sorry.

Is that why you asked me to come here?

To apologize?

- Yes.
- You're not sorry.

I know you.

I've read all your papers.

To you, my son was
no more than a parasite.

A drain on the system.

The system is flawed.

We agree on that. Yes.

The very system that failed to hold you
responsible for the death of my son.

That housed you and fed you and kept you
alive all these years just to execute you.

With all the papers
you have written on bioethics,

you of all people must understand what
a horrible waste of resources you are.

- I couldn't agree more.
- Good.

Then you'll also understand
that I came here,

not only to face you, but to set you free.

Stay down!

Reverend, Reverend please come quick

'Cause I got something to admit

Clear a path!

He's alive.

O'Bannon's alive.

The Devil wears a suit and tie

I saw him driving down the 61
In early July

White as a cotton field
And sharp as a knife

I heard him howlin' as he passed me by

- You had specific instructions.
- I'm not wrong about this.

- You betrayed orders.
- No, the only person

who was betrayed is Elizabeth.

She worked for us for over a year.

And in return, the Agency,
they sold her out. Why?

Why? To protect me?

No, not just you.

The program.

And with Elizabeth still out there,
Volkov's men will hunt for her.

They will torture her family.
Everybody that she loves.

But she's alive.

- What is wrong with you?
- What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with you? I cannot believe
that you're okay with this!

I'm not!

What we did to that woman

is terrible.

Tragic.

But there is a system in place
that we have to trust.

Oh, you trust the system with your life?
With my life?

- I do.
- You do?

And how long before the Agency
wants to eliminate me or you?

They will betray either of us
the second it serves them best.

We have to stand up for that.

I know you don't wanna talk.

Frank says it's 'cause you're CIA
and you wanna protect your people.

I understand that.

That's a mistake.

You're what my people call "Naa'in."

It means "The Outcast."

You see, when someone disgraces the tribe,
they're forced out,

banished from the community.

Left to wander.

It's a death sentence.

The Naa'in, they try and lure
children away from the village

to eat them 'cause they got no food.

They got no tools,
no shelter or community.

And to have no community up here
in the Arctic, it means you just die.

Your survival depends upon yourself
and what you're willing to do.

'Cause ain't nobody coming for you.

You're on your own now.

- Remnick.
- Look at you up so early. Wow.

Mikey. How are you? Where are you?

A long way from our
favorite pub in Chicago.

You get my message?

No. We got no power still. No cell.

It's a shit show here.

Did you get something on my John Doe?

I did. Sent you a fax.

Ran his face through a series of databases

that would violate
every one of his civil rights.

Came up with one photo
from over 20 years ago.

- Just one?
- One image.

Across every platform.

Active web, archives, DarkSide.

Frank, You know how difficult it is

to have only one image
of you on the Internet?

No history, no record in the civil
or criminal databases?

Someone scrubbed him.

Whoever this guy is, he doesn't exist.

- I don't know how you're gonna find him.
- That's my problem. I already have.

Listen, I gotta go, okay?
I'll call you back. Thanks, Mikey.

- What's up?
- The pilot. He's awake.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

November 207 engine fire.

Requesting immediate vectors for landing.

We're losing pressure. We gotta get down.

The controls are sloppy! It's a jam--

We were still climbing
when we got the alert.

We had a fire in engine 1.

Fire suppression failed.
Messages were all faulty.

Oh. Yeah, faulty, like, how?

We have three computers on board.

They constantly evaluate
commands for safety.

But in this case,
all three ADIRUs were corrupted.

Radar went. Direction indicators.

We couldn't control our pitch rates.

We weren't in control.

- Uh, excuse me, Mr. Remnick?
- Yeah?

I have a call for you.

Thanks. You wanna take over?

So, you think the plane was sabotaged?

It didn't occur to me at the time.

How did you regain control?

We didn't.

One of the inmates did.

Yeah, that's him.

He somehow got into the cockpit.
He knew the ADIRUs were contaminated.

He shut them down.

He forced the plane
into a manual reversion.

- He took control?
- No, he… he gave us control.

He saved the plane.

That guy's the only reason
anyone on board survived.

What?

That was Hutch.

The, uh…

The Bureau just left the base.

The hard drive is in FBI custody.

And the analysts did say
they managed to break the encryption.

They said it's some kind of
preset guidance software, uh, TERCOM.

- TERCOM.
- Yeah.

The Terrain Contour Matching.

Same kind of software the military uses to
place cruise missiles on a preset course.

I'm sorry. I am. I just…

We tried. We did our best.

So, now they have physical evidence…

…and a witness in that pilot.

We'll figure it out.

Oh, no. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Across the evening sky

All the birds are leaving

But how can they know

It's time for them to go?

Before the winter fire

I will still be dreaming

Hey!

Jesus, Luke.

- You moved it.
- Moved what?

I know what was hidden there.
I saw it before.

- Son--
- No. Listen to me.

I don't fully know what's going on.

All I know is that something is broken,
and it's not my fault.

- Son--
- And it's not gonna be fixed

- until you tell us the truth.
- Come here… Son, hey.

Luke. Luke.

I will still be here

I have no thought of leaving

I do not count the time

For who knows

Where the time goes?

Who knows where the time

Goes?