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[Mackey]

We're thinking he's American.

Call sign Ghost. The guy was hunting me.

It's a kill list.

I need a name.

I hope you know what you're doing.

[Intense music]

[Upbeat calypso music]

[Wind howls]

[Upbeat calypso music continues over speakers]

[Jenn in Australian accent] Let me guess - Maui?

It's Malibu, isn't it?

God, you Yanks are so predictable.

[American accent] I'm not thinking of Malibu, okay?

Okay, Dr. Grumpy, you don't want to play Polar Night Fantasy.

I get it. Forget I asked.

[Sighs] I'm sorry, Jenn. I just...

I don't feel great.

Think that vitamin D shot's repeating on me.

Right, and I'm sure it's got nothing to do with the prospect

of six months of unending darkness?

[East Slavic accent] As a polar night virgin,

can we stop with the whole "unending darkness" thing?

Oh, you'll be fine, Pavel.

You just need a good sense of humor

and something to transport you out of this frozen hellhole.

You can borrow them when I'm done.

[Cockney accent] The Sonneville Chronicles.

Love that series. How's the twist?

You think he's the hero,

turns out he's the killer all along.

He's cloned himself,

but you don't work it out till the final book.

[Jenn] Are you serious?

These were supposed to last six whole months!

Oh, bugger!

My bad.

-Such a dick. -[Spiegelman laughs]

-[Sickening thud] -[Flesh squelches]

-[Body thuds] -[People gasp]

-[People exclaim] -[Woman screams]

[Screams]

[Theme music]

[Mackey] I guess you can only fly down there

for a limited window each year.

How often do you resupply the base?

[American accent] Uh, three, maybe four times over summer.

Food and meds mainly.

There's always something broke.

[Grunts] Especially mining equipment.

Really?

I thought there was a moratorium on mining in Antarctica.

Commercial mining, yeah.

These guys are international climate scientists. [Chuckles]

Same tools, different rules.

Gotta say, I'm surprised we're heading down

so late in the season.

Don't usually risk it this close to polar night,

not unless someone's dead or dying.

A US Navy climatologist

attacked and killed one of her colleagues.

They subdued her, sent out a mayday.

There's no one closer to respond?

[Notification chimes]

No one whose job it is

to prosecute US Navy crimes.

Dr. Cohen's one of us, I'm afraid.

[Scooter] Fair enough.

[Unsettling music]

[Scooter] Wouldn't leave 'em in there too long, pal.

The antibacterial bath will strip paint, believe me.

Oh, yeah, I'm just waiting for an important message.

[Scooter chuckles]

Uh, no, he'll probably sleep the whole time.

Sure thing, Rosie.

Some breeds are trickier

than others, but...

Well, he's pretty low maintenance

as far as Jack Russells are concerned.

-[Dog barks] -[Blue] Uh-huh.

Uh...uh, listen, he takes his

breakfast at 8:00 during the week,

a little bit later on the weekends.

-[Blue] Uh-huh, sure, sure. -And, uh...

He loves to have a tummy rub, obviously.

Obviously.

No, no!

Yeah, but not too long because, uh,

he gets a bit gassy.

And, uh, he's house-trained, so...

..he'll hold on for as long as he needs to.

Little help?

More of a cat person, to be honest.

[Scooter] Say again, Polepoint.

This is Whiskey-November-Niner.

Radio check, Polepoint. Do you copy?

-[Static] -Still nothing?

Par for the course down here

if the satellite isn't directly overhead.

[Jet rattles]

That ain't helping.

[DeShawn mouths words]

-[Screaming on video] -[Evie gasps]

[Screams]

-[Evie gasps and sighs] -[DeShawn gasps]

Girl, seriously?

[Evie exhales]

I didn't pick you as a horror movie buff.

I'm not. Hate them.

Right.

[Playful music]

Everything okay?

[Seat buckle jangles]

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's nothing.

Did I mention I'd... [Clears throat] ..met someone online?

No, you did not, as it turns out.

Yeah, um, it's not a big deal.

It's, you know, super caszh,

on again and off again, you know how it is.

Yeah.

Anyway, it's our, uh, anniversary.

One month since I poked her.

On the dating app.

Oh! Right. [Chuckles]

Yeah, I wasn't...aware that was still a thing.

[JD] Mm.

So I booked a table at Mimi's tonight

for our anniversary,

but obviously had to cancel last minute.

Oh, I'm sure she'll understand.

[JD] No, it's not that. It's just...

I texted from the airport

to see how I could make it up to her and...

..this is what she wrote back.

What do you make of that?

If you need me to explain that,

you probably shouldn't be dating.

That's what I thought.

[Scooter] This is your captain speaking.

We're about to make our descent into Polepoint Base.

Return your seat to the upright position

and stow anything you don't want hitting you in the kisser

at speed.

[Countdown clock bleeps]

[Mackey] On the clock, okay?

Collect the body, take Dr. Cohen into custody, in and out.

No arguments from me.

-[Scooter] Take the two-way. -You're not coming in?

Oh, no, I'm gonna get some shut-eye.

Besides, who's gonna stay here

and keep the engines running otherwise?

-You don't power down? -It's already 20 below.

I power down, by the time you get back,

all my fluid lines will be frozen solid,

which means y'all ain't back here in 40,

y'all ain't going back.

[Unsettling music]

-[Wind howls] -[Engines whine]

[Air hisses]

[Wind whistles]

Whew.

Oh!

-[Doc Roy] Oh! -[DeShawn] Oh!

Oh, that is colder than a witch's proverbial out there.

Did I mention I hate the cold?

Take this over Darwin any day.

NCIS. Anyone here?

Didn't expect ticker tape,

but is a simple g'day too much to ask?

Hello? Anyone here?

[Unsettling music]

Hello? NCIS.

[Door handle clunks]

D.

-[Creaking] -[DeShawn grunts]

What the hell?

[Unsettling music]

She ain't Mr. Spiegelman.

No, nor is she.

[Disturbing music]

[Wind howls]

Base manifest puts the total number of residents at 10.

Yeah, I've got seven of them here

and none appear to be our Navy doctor.

They can't have gone far.

Split up. Let's go find them.

Me and JD will stay here, help Rosie log the scene.

D, Evie, get a play-by-play of what went down.

Copy that.

And see if you can find Dr. Cohen.

[Unsettling music]

[Camera clicks repeatedly]

[Mackey] So let's step this through.

Doc Cohen kicks things off

when she caves Spiegelman's skull in from behind.

The rest of the team overpower her,

take her somewhere, lock her up.

Threat's nullified.

So how do you explain all this?

[Countdown clock bleeps]

[Two-way bleeps]

Go for Scooter.

What's maximum take-off weight?

Uh, I have to do the math based on the fuel load. How come?

'Cause we're bringing back more bodies than we planned for.

-As in, all of them. -Damn.

Not sure we got enough seats.

I don't need seats, just floor space.

I'm also gonna need more time.

Okay, how much you talking?

I got a mass-casualty crime scene to process,

so two, maybe three hours, if we hurry.

Oh, in which case, take your time.

By then all the plane's lubricants will be frozen solid.

We'll be stuck down here for the next six months.

I am not staying here for six months, amigo. Think again.

I guess we could drain the oils, move inside the base.

Stop it from freezing.

But it'll mean shutting down the engine.

Is that a problem?

Just can't guarantee it'll start up again is all.

[Unsettling music]

What are you waiting for?

You're the boss, boss.

[Engines power down]

[Unsettling music]

[Suspenseful music]

Old school.

Someone wanted to lock someone else inside.

Or something.

[Mackey on video] Okay, seven bodies. Let's go.

-Hello, play-by-play. -[Mackey continues indistinctly]

Guess this is the live feed.

[Indistinct chatter on video]

[JD] Little help, Rosie?

[Doc Roy] Oh, I'm sure you can handle it, Jim.

Just remember, mate - lift with your legs.

Oh-ho! Gun safe. Yes, please.

Evie, you already got a gun.

You can never have too many guns.

Why do they need a gun safe on a research base, anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

In case the crew go bananas

and it turns into Alien in the Antarctic.

[Electronic bleeping]

Missing shotgun.

That's not good.

Same. CCTV password's protected.

I can't access the archive.

[Evie sighs]

[DeShawn exhales]

Okay, so if you're gonna come up with a password...

[DeShawn's voice fades]

[Unsettling music]

D!

Guess we found our Navy climatologist.

No signs of trauma.

Wrists are bruised and abraded.

Seems like she struggled against the restraints.

Which means she was still conscious when she was cuffed.

[Unsettling music]

[Doc Roy] Yeah, they've got blunt force trauma to the skull.

Multiple stab wounds.

Ligature marks consistent with strangulation.

There's too many competing MOs.

You thinking multiple aggressors?

That's what it looks like.

A wild psychotic orgy.

I'm not sure what the emoji is for that, Jim.

Told Doc about my cryptic text?

Firstly, it's not that cryptic. And secondly, I only told D.

Who told Evie. Who told Doc.

Who told Scooter. I didn't want him feeling left out.

Oh, you're all heart. Cheers, Doc.

-[Doc Roy chuckles] -[Mackey] So, uh...

Doc figures multiple aggressors.

What, like an all-in brawl that turned deadly?

I mean, I've heard of polar madness,

but are we really buying that?

Nope, which is why I'm getting Blue to run blood panels.

Assuming we can get the satellite to play ball.

Why blood panels?

Because I need a logical explanation.

[JD] Like what?

Okay, what if all the victims have been exposed

to some kind of pathogen?

Seriously? What kind of pathogen turns people homicidal?

Toxoplasma, maybe.

Meth can bring on uncontrollable anger,

coupled with exaggerated strength.

So the entire base was on ice?

Well, it is Antarctica, I'm just saying.

[DeShawn grunts]

Our missing doctor, as requested.

One down, two to go.

We're still missing Jenn Flannery

and base geologist, Pavel Dubovskiy.

[Thudding]

How'd you go with the CCTV?

Password-protected. No dice.

Maybe they just both up and left.

Yeah, we should check the snowmobiles.

[Evie] Yeah.

[Suspenseful music builds]

[Man grunts]

Arggh!

[JD] Come on, mate, let's start over.

Tell us what happened

and we can talk about removing those cuffs.

The mood on base was pretty bleak.

Polar night. It puts everyone on edge.

Spiegelman, he was being annoying,

and Dr. Cohen...

It all happened so fast.

Did she have anything against Spiegelman?

[Pavel] No, no more than the rest of us.

We've all been working together for months.

Some of them even longer.

We all get on each other's nerves at some point.

What happened after Dr. Cohen attacked Spiegelman?

We restrained her.

It was hard.

She was frothing at the mouth.

I called my girlfriend back in Minsk

and while I was on the phone...

..Peter went berserk.

Then the rest of them started tearing each other apart.

What did you do?

I should have tried to help them.

I mean, they were my friends.

But I was just so terrified.

So you hid?

I didn't know what else to do.

It's like they were possessed.

Like it was...contagious.

[Unsettling music]

[Wind howls]

So what do we think?

[Whispers] I think he's scared out of his wits.

Maybe.

But with any mass-homicide event,

last man standing with an ice pick

generally has some explaining to do.

But he's not the last man standing, remember?

We're still one short.

Yeah.

Head back out. See if you can smoke out our final girl.

[DeShawn] What are you gonna do?

Me and Pavel are gonna find out what really happened.

[Countdown clock bleeps]

[Suspenseful music]

D�j� vu all over again.

Yeah, it feels like we're in the sequel.

Door.

Hello?

Federal agents. Anyone here?

Looks like water. Where from?

Core samples, maybe?

You leave them unrefrigerated, the ice melts.

[Evie snaps photos]

Think all this happened

before or after things went postal?

[Scoffs] No idea.

I guess this must be where they store the frozen core samples.

Oh!

[Evie breathes heavily]

Did I mention I hate the cold?

Can these come off now?

Not if you're the killer.

Passcode?

4-8-9-2.

Height of the Vinson Massif, highest peak in Antarctica.

[Video whirs]

[Panicked screaming and exclaiming on video]

[Screaming continues]

Bring me any more lamps you can find.

You really think this will speed up the thawing process?

Well, I'm open to suggestions.

How about we leave her on ice until we get back to Sydney?

Oh, I wish, but I have to take her bloods

before she's allowed back on that plane.

[Mackey] Huddle up.

I just got this off the CCTV.

[DeShawn] Damn! Every man for himself.

[Evie] What the hell happened to these people?

Whatever it is, Pavel's story checks out.

There he is on the phone.

Just like he said.

Makes him our only eyewitness.

Sorry about that.

You mind explaining

what exactly you guys are working on down here?

It's an international long-term climate study

funded by the US Navy.

We've been measuring nitrogen levels

beneath the ice.

And you're a geologist?

It's my job to locate the rock deposits

that are close enough to the ice cap and extract them.

Core samples. Very valuable.

I'm afraid some of them were trashed in the frenzy.

We found a bunch of them melted on the floor.

Actually, that happened before the incident.

Diane was running carbon dating tests

when one of them slipped its rig and shattered.

Why wasn't it cleaned up?

You need to be straight up with us, Pavel, or we can't help you.

Core samples have to be handled with extreme care.

[JD] Why's that?

I would have thought the rock

would have been pretty robust, no?

It's not the rock that's the issue.

It's any biological matter that's preserved within it.

And was there anything like that

within the core sample that broke?

There were several significant veins of biomass.

It was...concerning.

Why'd you not flag it?

It was Diane's project. She wasn't worried.

What might have been trapped in the ice? Worst-case scenario?

Bacteria. Some long-dormant virus.

Something that kills.

Or makes us kill.

[Unsettling music]

[Blue] Just breathe. Ugh! Almost got it!

[Trigger] Easy. No sudden movements.

Oh! Ooh!

Oh! What have you been feeding him?

Bleugh! Just everything on Doc's list.

What? All of it?

Yes, of course all of it. Why?

I've been feeding him from Doc's list too.

What?! Why have you been feeding him?

I thought you were a cat person.

No, I was just winding you up.

-I love dogs, especially Buster. -[Buster whines]

[Trigger] Couldn't stand seeing him go hungry.

Oh, no chance of that.

-[Phone rings] -[Trigger] Oh.

[Blue] Ooh.

-Greetings and salutations. -[Mackey] On the clock, guys.

We've got a sketchy sat feed that won't last.

You get everything we sent through?

Copy that.

And I've analyzed the blood panels.

-And? -[Blue] And it's weird.

They all have traces of an unknown viral infection.

Each victim had the same infection?

Affirmative.

[Mackey] What do you mean, unknown?

I mean that it's not on any database

that I have access to.

Which means what?

Which means it's likely synthetic.

The closest that I can liken it to

is the sort of encephalitis that comes from rabies.

But this is way more potent from what I can tell.

What do you know about zombie viruses?

Uh, just the basics.

Uh, ancient viruses trapped in ice

or permafrost that remain infectious,

even after being frozen for thousands of years.

So it's a real thing?

Uh, if you consider catastrophic future pandemics

a real thing.

[Trigger] Probs why Antarctica has such strict...

[Video glitches]

[Line beeps]

Okay.

[Chuckles ruefully] So let's say these core samples

contain a virus trapped in the ice.

When that ice melts...

It is released into the air.

In which case, we've been breathing it in this whole time.

Hands up who thinks now's a good time to get out of here.

Not until we're certain we're not infected.

We can't risk taking it back with us.

[DeShawn] What if the sun sets before that?

Or we're stuck here for six months?

If we don't kill each other first.

[Intense music]

-[Countdown clock bleeps] -[Doc Roy speaks indistinctly]

I'll send this to Sydney

and see what's going on.

Alright, pop that on, big fella.

Thank you, Doctor.

Come on, JD. Come on, assume the position.

Here.

Sit still, will you?

How long till we get the results back?

It'll take a lot longer if you won't stop bloody moving.

-I'm just asking. -Both of you!

We have a half hour max before the sun sets.

Are we getting results before then or not, Doc?

I'll do my best.

Are you sure we shouldn't be wearing PPE,

just in case?

Well, you do you.

But we've been huffing it in since we've been here.

If it is airborne, we've already got it.

And I don't intend to spend my remaining hours

on the wrong side of an N95 mask.

It fogs up my specs.

[DeShawn] Just on that,

the whole super-rabies thing Blue mentioned,

it's a crazy guess, right?

That's right, D.

Cool.

[Clears throat]

What are the symptoms of rabies again?

Starts with a temperature.

Then a tickle in the back of your throat.

Oh, don't even start.

Then heightened irritability, paranoia,

then a murderous aggression that ultimately kills the host.

There's no cure.

-[Coughs] -You...

[Coughs]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's that?

Relax. I've got a cold, okay? [Coughs]

[Evie continues to cough]

Aw, hell no!

Is this how it starts?

I haven't got rabies!

[Chuckles nervously]

What are the, um...what are the actual symptoms of rabies, Doc?

Well, you're pretty bang on, actually.

What? OK, mask.

And you think you can cough in my face?

-No more coughing. -Grow up!

-Zero coughing. -If I get rabies, it's on you!

-I had a tickle in my throat! -Locate a mask.

Enough!

Paranoia plus deadly weapons equals body bags.

Everyone, guns. Now.

It's for our own safety, okay?

Everyone presses one digit.

That way, no one gets the full code.

-[Keypad beeps] -[DeShawn sighs]

[Keypad beeps]

-Stare off, D. -[Scoffs]

[Keypad beeps]

[JD] Good.

[Claps hands] Safe and sound.

[Faint moaning]

-Knock it off, Evie. -Uh, it's not me.

[Moaning continues]

Do we get our guns back yet?

[Woman moans and breathes wheezily]

[Woman groans]

This is literally the plot from The Thing from Another World.

Thawed alien wakes up super pissed.

[DeShawn] How's it end?

[Evie] How do you think?

Everyone dies.

What the hell are you idiots doing?

[Evie sighs]

[JD] You hear that, Doc?

It's only trapped gas trying to escape the corpse.

-It is completely normal. -[Moaning continues]

[Dramatic sting]

What about that?

[Dramatic sting]

[Countdown clock bleeps]

I could...

I could hear them coming after me.

They...they were like animals.

I had nowhere to hide, so I got into the cryo fridge.

And then your body temperature dropped rapidly

and you became chronically hypothermic.

Is that a nice way of saying I froze to death?

No. No, you just got very, very cold.

And now you're not.

[Uneasy music]

[Evie] Doc, don't tell me the zombie virus

is actually a zombie virus.

Unlikely, but being almost frozen looks to have saved her.

And we're sure she's not gonna, you know, rip our throats out?

No, of course not.

Great.

I...I wouldn't have thought so.

[Sighs] It is totally possible.

[DeShawn sighs deeply]

First Pavel, now Jenn.

Two out of 10 scientists

unaffected by an airborne virus inside a closed base.

What's that tell you?

That maybe it isn't airborne.

Maybe.

And in which case, how did the virus

jump from a smashed ice core

to the blood of eight scientists?

Maybe it had help.

Outside help.

-[Two-way bleeps] -[Two-way bleeps nearby]

-[Two-way bleeps] -[Two-way bleeps nearby]

-[Two-way bleeps] -[Two-way bleeps nearby]

[Man] There's no guarantee that I can get...

-[Two-way bleeps] -[Two-way bleeps nearby]

It's, like, problematic, not just for me,

but the whole damn team, you know, that's why...

-What are you doing inside? -I had to bring in the oil.

Thought I'd make myself a brew while I'm here.

I was just filling him in on everything that's happened.

Yeah, it's horrible. Can't hardly believe it.

You really shouldn't be in here. It's not safe.

Well, it's 50 below out there. I'll take my chances.

You'll take your coffee and get your butt back on the plane.

You're our ticket out of here.

Sure. No problemo.

Take Pavel. Find the delivery manifests.

I want to know everything that's come onto this base

in the last month.

[DeShawn grunts]

[Uneasy music]

Here it is. Last delivery manifest.

I'm sure there are more here somewhere.

[Evie] Long-life milk. Reconstituted mashed potato.

Condoms, vitamin D.

Helps survive months without sunlight.

I thought that's what the condoms are for.

I can check the supply cupboards if you like.

See if I can find records that go further back.

Good idea.

Talk us through what happened on the lead-up to all this.

[Jenn] Lead-up to polar night's pretty busy.

Last-minute weatherproofing, vehicles check,

vitamin D injections, that sort of thing.

Vitamin D?

We give everyone a boost before the sixth months of dark.

And am I right in saying

you were the one who raised the mayday?

Yeah, I sent the emergency email minutes after it happened.

Why not call it in?

If the satellite's not directly overhead,

phones just don't work.

It was email or nothing.

Solar flares regularly shut down our comms for hours.

We're finding that out.

So you had no phone coverage at all?

None at all. Total blackout.

Can you give us a moment?

[Panicked yelling on video]

Total blackout.

So how was Pavel on the phone to his girlfriend?

-Blood results are in. -We good?

We are. She's not.

Jenn tested positive for the virus?

[Doc Roy] Mm.

[Mackey] Why isn't she presenting symptoms?

Well, freezing may have

temporarily slowed the infection.

For how long?

Well, given she was frozen

right when the others began to exhibit symptoms,

I'd say...

..not long at all.

[Door slides open]

Think we got something.

Look, this is the most recent delivery manifest.

Check out the vitamin D order.

And this was what was delivered.

Found the empty packets inside the bin.

Not what was ordered. Different brand, different supplier.

Jenn said the boosters

were part of their prep for polar night.

Perfect time to slip a rogue virus

past biosecurity protocols

and infect the entire base.

My guess is the person who smuggled them in

didn't get a shot.

-Oh, you son of a... -[Click!]

[Alarm blares]

[JD] Oh!

[Both grunt]

[Disturbing music]

[JD] What the hell?

[JD growls]

[Jenn gags]

Her heart rate is spiking.

Her temperature's skyrocketing.

She's turning.

[Intense music]

Pavel imports contaminated vials of vitamin D

to infect the entire crew.

Why?

What on this base

is worth killing nine people for?

Get us out of this room

and I'll be happy to workshop that with you.

[Jenn gags]

So, Doc, is now a good time to ask about our test results?

They're all clear.

Ah, it's the small victories.

[Suspenseful music]

-Lifeline? -Phone a friend.

[Buster gulps noisily]

Buster? Talk to me.

Okay, Code Red, Code Red! Buster's exploding.

-It's just a hairball, Blue. -[Phone rings]

This is Trigger.

It's JD.

We're in an air-sealed lab, security level 4.

We need a fast exit.

Level 4?

Mate, those doors have hermetic bio-seals.

They're, like, triple redundant mag-locked,

built to contain everything.

They only open from the outside.

Well, we're inside, mate.

Now would be a good time for some out-of-the-box thinking.

[Buster gulps noisily]

Purge protocol.

[Mackey] Come again?

In order for a level 4 bio lab to unlock,

the system needs to think that it's safe from any airborne

-foreign agents. -How's it do that?

By initiating incineration purge protocols.

In order to activate that,

the lab needs to detect a bio-threat.

Basically trick the sensors

into believing the virus is airborne.

And then flame jets will ignite

every molecule in the room...

..including oxygen, and then the doors will unlock.

So burn ourselves alive. That's your solution?

Well, we didn't say it was a perfect one.

[Unsettling music]

I mean, we're dead anyway.

[Dramatic music]

Over here.

[Exhales]

-Right, ready when you are. -Yeah.

[Suspenseful music]

[Spray hisses]

Oh. That's a bit underwhelming.

[Alarms blare]

[System] Ten seconds to incineration purge.

Ten, 9, 8...

[JD] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-..6, 5... -JD, what are you doing?

..4, 3, 2, 1.

[Electronic bleeping and trilling]

[Door bleeps]

[System] Incineration purge complete.

I'll sedate Jenn and get her to the plane.

-What about Pavel? -I vote we leave him.

-Come back in the summer. -I'm with Evie with that one.

Nah, we need answers.

We need guns.

[Keypad beeps]

You kidding?

Evie, it's one number!

Okay, well, this isn't helping.

[Gunshot]

Evie, code now.

[Keypad beeps]

[Intense music]

[Mackey] Here.

[Cocks gun]

[Wind howls]

Ugh!

[Pavel groans]

How do you like them rocks?

[Light music]

[Sighs]

I don't know about you,

but I'd take a week in Darwin right about now.

[JD chuckles] Hm!

Mango madness beats polar madness

any day of the week.

[Mackey] Mm-hm.

Worth risking your life for?

Worth taking lives for, anyway. That much I know.

What is it, DY66?

It's dysprosium, a rare earth element.

Atomic number 66 on the periodic table.

Used in high-grade magnets, motors, guidance systems,

anything military-grade, and it is worth a fortune.

You think this whole thing is about mining?

-Mm-hm. -How's that possible?

Mining is illegal in Antarctica.

Which is why Pavel had to clear out the entire base

with a deadly virus first.

He takes control of the site,

then waits for reinforcements to strip-mine the place?

Yep. All under the cover of six months of darkness.

It's kind of genius, really.

So who are the reinforcements?

Pavel is from Belarus. I could take an educated guess.

[Mackey] We'll get him to talk.

And whoever they are,

they're not getting their hands on any of this anytime soon.

-[JD] Mm-hm. -[Mackey chuckles]

-[Jet rattles] -[Mackey] Whoa.

[Breathes heavily]

Scooter?

I don't feel so good.

-[Scooter groans] -The coffee.

Pavel must have spiked it.

[Roars]

[Scooter roars]

[Yells]

[Alarms beep] -[Grunts]

[Scooter screams]

Arggh!

Evie!

[Engines whine]

-[Alarms beep] -Okay.

Been a while.

It's just like a chopper, but, you know, a plane.

[Engines whine]

[Alarms beep]

Arggh!

Ah! Oh.

[Groans]

[Sighs]

[Breathes heavily] Yeah.

I still got it.

[Hopeful music]

[Notification chimes]

-Is that eggplant emoji girl? -Can we not call her that?

She is gonna be pissed you didn't follow through.

Ooh.

Wait. You didn't follow through, did you?

In the cold?

"Just realized what this looks like.

"I was trying to ask if you like moussaka, my specialty."

See, she was actually talking about eggplant.

Sure she was.

Wait, what?

[Electronic bleeping]

[Sober music]

[Phone buzzes]

[Rankin] Special Agent Mackey.

You're a hard woman to catch.

That's by design. What do you got?

Well, I chased up the kill list you found

on The Ghost's phone...

..and you're not gonna like what I found.

Why is that?

'Cause I worked out who put you on it.

[Suspenseful music]

We did.

[Unsettling music]

[Theme music]

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