All language subtitles for Hostages.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

NARRATOR:
Previously on Hostages...

Agent Carlisle?
Stan Hoffman.
Secret Service.

Agent Hoffman is
leading an Inter-Agency
Task Force.

Any leads?

We have a witness
who saw Nix talking to a man
at the tavern that night...

We got a problem.
Any way to get
in front of this?

No. Security is too tight.

BRIAN: Did you find out
who he is?

His name is Carlisle.
He's an FBI agent.

What?

I told you not
to test me.

Where's Brian?

Keep going.
Just keep...
Oh!

(DEFIBRILLATOR POWERING UP)
Clear.

We have a pulse.

Keep applying pressure.
Pull over a floor lamp,
I'm gonna hang an IV bag.

COP: Keep your hands
where I can see 'em!
What's going on?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you
in a court of law.

COP: We found your guy.
Thanks for the tip.

You think because
you're a beautiful woman
that you're special.

Don't you, Sandrine?

I'll get you
your money.

(GRUNTS)

I want fifty thousand dollars
by tomorrow.

I'm not gonna negotiate.

Please don't do this.

DUNCAN: Bury her Ellen.

ELLEN: You can torture
me as much as you want.

It doesn't matter.

'Cause my kids got away.

I win.

I win.

I think it's time
we accept this
situation

and do what
they say.

Trying to escape was
a mistake and

it almost got your
father killed. So...

From now on,
we cooperate.
Understand?

How do you know
they're not just
going to kill us

when this is all over?

Because I trust them.

Your mother understands
what needs to be done.

Just do what she says
and you'll all be fine.

You have my word.

What the hell was that?

Did he put you
up to it?
No.

It's something
I needed to say.
Out loud.

In front of him.

Even if I don't
believe it.

Where's Archer?

He's busy.

That's not what
I asked.

He'll be back soon.

He's working on something.
Out of the area.

As for your compensation...

I'm trying to get
the money together,

but it might take me
a few days.
I don't have a few days.

I need 50 Gs.
Cash. Today.

Or I'm out.

I take it you were just
discussing her money problems?
We're good.

So you paid her?

Not yet. But I will.

She's going to walk. I'm
telling you. We can't
afford that right now.

She's in too deep.
She knows
the consequences.

Maybe I can help.
I said I'll take
care of it.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay...
What time?

Great.
I'll see you then.

Don't move!

Stop! She's
my sister!

There is, uh, no need
for a gun.

Uh, please
put it down.

It's okay, Lauren.
There's nothing
to worry about. He's just...

Here to protect me.

From what?

I'm the President's surgeon.

He needs to make
sure that I'm safe.

Until the day of
the operation.

You know you're supposed
to inform me of all visitors,
Dr. Sanders.

Well she didn't know
I was coming.

No, it's true.
I had no idea.

My apologies, ma'am.
Agent McKay.

Secret Service.

I'm sorry.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.
Just wasn't expecting
to have a gun

pointed at my face
so early in
the morning.

I know, it's crazy.
We're supposed
to clear all visitors.

Sounds annoying.
Yeah.

Well, it's definitely
been a big
adjustment.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

I'm so thrilled
you stopped by.

But now is
really not a good
time to visit.

As you can see,
there's a lot
going on.

I just figured it was
the weekend, you guys
would be around...

Plus, I haven't seen
the kids in so long.

Right.

James and I broke up.

(SIGHS)

He's already kicked
me out. So I just need a
place to stay for a few days.

Uh...
Please?

Have you
called Mom?
Seriously?

Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's just a few days.
I'll stay in the guest room.

No, we're remodeling.
And it's just a total mess.

Okay, fine.
The den.

That's not...

Get rid of her.
I can't, she's...

Complicated. Yeah.
I know about your sister
and her issues.

Which is why she needs
to go. Soon.

Okay, I get it.

But I can't just kick
her to the curb,
she'd get suspicious.

It's not something
I would do.
Take care of this.

Otherwise, I will.

Who's the visitor?
Ellen's sister.

She thinks we're the Sanders'
security detail.

Is she staying?

No.

Then why is she making
up a bed?

Until she's gone,
make her think you're
Secret Service too.

I took the pregnancy test
on the day they
took us hostage.

Have you talked
to your boyfriend?

The father?

They forced me
to break up with him.

Oh. We love you.

And we're going to help
you get through this.

Okay, first thing we're
going to do is take you
to a doctor

and get the pregnancy
test confirmed.

But right now,
like it or not, we have
to go say hi to Lauren.

And act like
everything is normal
around here.

Right. Normal.

You get everything
you need for
your biology project?

I'm fine. I promise.

Are oxygenated and
non-oxygenated blood
the same color?

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)
That's what textbooks
are for.

I, uh...
I have to go out
for a bit.

Where?

The hospital.

Be back soon.

DUNCAN: I'm gonna need
50 grand.

Today?

Without the cash,
I'm going to lose one
of my operators.

You need to talk
to our friend in
the White House.

I'm talking to you.
Yeah, well...

I take my orders
from someone else.

(CELL PHONES BEEPING)

Hoffman.

He wants us in
the office.

Agent Carlisle.
Hey.

Got any new leads?
No. Not yet.

There's still lots
of video to
look over.

Hopefully we can
find some footage
of the man

Angela was
with the night she
disappeared.

Duncan. Take care
of these.

Good to see you,
Stan.

Even if it is
a beautiful
Saturday morning.

No such thing
as a weekend
around here.

Not when the President's
life is at stake.

I'd like you to sit in
on an interview.

Just hang back and
observe. I need
a second opinion.

Of course.

HOFFMAN: Thanks for coming
in on such short notice,
Dr. Sanders.

Dr. Ellen Sanders,
I'd like you to meet
Special Agent Carlisle

with the FBI.

He's been helping us with
our investigation

into the disappearance
of your friend, Angela.

Pleasure to meet you.

So you working
on this together?

The Secret Service
and the FBI?

Correct.

How does that work?
I mean, do
you volunteer,

or did they ask
for your help?

Agent Carlisle is highly
regarded within the Bureau.

We're thrilled to have
him on board.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions, Doctor.

The night Angela
disappeared, you said
that she was worried

that she'd done
irreparable damage
to her nursing career?

Correct.

But you never mentioned
that you talked to a man
at the Windham Tavern,

a man who saw her leave
with another person?

To be more specific,

he told you that
she had just left with

"a tall black man,
about 35."

I didn't tell you that?
I thought I had.

I apologize.

Your good friend goes missing
and you forget to bring up
a detail like that?

What were you doing at
the bar that night?

I was trying to
comfort my friend.

She needed someone to
talk to and I said
I would meet her for a drink.

But she was gone
when you got there?

Yeah.
And that didn't
bother you?

That she just
disappeared? No text?
No heads up?

What did you think
had happened?

I guess I figured she was
under a lot of pressure,
met an attractive man...

She's a grown woman.
I didn't think much of it.

Fair enough.

But why didn't you
tell Agent Hoffman

about your conversation
with this man at the bar?

Well, um...

I'm not a detective.

My mind doesn't just
automatically jump to

tragic conclusions.

Not to mention, I was
under a fair amount
of stress myself.

Press conferences,
interrogations,
lie detectors.

And then my friend
kills herself, so...

If I forgot to mention

a brief conversation
with a drunken idiot
at a bar, I'm sorry.

Thank you,
Dr. Sanders.

I thought you
were going to
hang back and observe.

Just trying to help,
I didn't mean to step
on your toes.

So what do you think?
She telling the truth?

I'd need to spend
more time with her,
of course,

but my gut tells me
she's credible.

Agent Carlisle.

This changes nothing.

Pretty convenient.

Getting assigned
to investigate
Angela's case.

It's in both of
our best interests.

Remember, Ellen.
I'm on your side.

Then why were you
grilling back there?

To get you the hell
out of the room
so he couldn't grill you.

When I get back,
I want your crazy
sister gone.

So, based on
the date of
your last period

and average cycle length,
you're five weeks,
two days along.

I was hoping you were
gonna say that
I made a mistake,

or that I did
it wrong.

Have you thought
about what you'd
like to do?

Not really.

Have you discussed
it with the baby's father?

No. And we're
not together.

What happened here?

Uh, cheerleading.

And the laceration
on your back?

Cheerleading as well?

The bathtub faucet.

I was shaving my legs,
I sat up...

(GROANS)

Yes, this is
Dr. Dana Marsh
calling.

I'd like to report a possible
case of abuse involving
a minor patient.

Last name is Sanders.
Morgan Sanders.

You have to be strong.

I'll come visit
real soon.

It's just that I'm...
I'm busy
working right now.

But you know
I love you more
than anything.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Yeah?
Why is it that people
who owe money never call?

But people who need
money always seem
to find my number.

I told you. I would have
it by the end of the day.

How 'bout I be
a gentleman and come
to you for the handoff?

Save you some
gas money?

I'm in Annapolis,
at my brother's house.

It's a long drive
from the city.

I know exactly where
you are, and it's nowhere
near Annapolis.

You don't have my
money by eight
o'clock tonight,

I'll be knocking at
the door.

Hey, where are
you going?

I got a meeting.

You're taking off.

You're a genius.

You can't go.

We need you.

We're barely
holding this thing
together as it is.

It's not
my problem.

How badly do you
need this money?

I think I might
have a solution.

It's not exactly legal...

And it would take
both of us to pull it off.

What are you
talking about?

I know about a
private poker game.

Rich guys who like
hookers and Scotch and
carry too much cash.

My old girlfriend
was a dealer.
Card dealer.

They like to hire pretty girls
for atmosphere.

If you can hack
into her e-mail,

you'll get all
the information.

There it is. Hold up.

Open that.

Now, send Liz
an email from the agency

telling her the gig's
been canceled.

You sure this is
an easy score?

We're talking about
a bunch of rich,
round-ass guys

cheating on their wives,
playing poker...

It sounds like
a pretty soft target
to me.

You're just going
to need a dress.

What?

You got to look hot or
they'll call the agency
and ask for a new girl.

Ah, I wouldn't worry
about that.

I'm not.

So how is it that
you owe this guy
so much money?

How'd you
get involved?

I needed money
for legal fees.

I tried to move
some drugs.

Didn't work.

Then why'd you
need the lawyers?

I have a son.

Lauren?

They're upstairs
in Jake's room.

You okay, baby?

Did Dr. Marsh confirm
that you're pregnant?

(WHIMPERING)
You're not, like,
mad at me?

No.

(MEEKLY)
Thanks mom.

That's good.

Hey. How was work?

Fine. You know,
just another
meeting.

Hey, do you know
who's on duty?

Um, it's Agent...

The woman.

And the tall guy,
Kramer.

I don't understand why
you guys need protection
in your own house.

She's the President's
surgeon.

All sorts of things
could happen.

Like what?
Like...

She could be held
hostage or something.

Come on. Your mom is
not that important.

Yeah, she's right.

I'm just another
doctor and he's just
another patient.

How was, um, Baltimore?

We don't have to
talk about it if
you don't want to.

No, no it's okay.
Um...

It was very helpful.

Thanks for asking.

Jake... Come with me,
please.

Where are you
taking him?

We'll be back soon.
Nothing to worry about.

What does that mean?

We need to go
somewhere.

Which means there's
nobody here to keep
an eye on you.

Jake is our
insurance policy.

Let's go.

Whose house is
she going into?

And why is she
dressed like that?

You ask too many
questions, kid.

Wait, where are
we going?

See what I mean.

(INTERCOM BEEPING)

Yeah?
SANDRINE: Hi. I'm Andie,
your dealer.

Code?
Hoya Saxa.
Whatever that means.

Come on in.

(DOOR LOCK BEEPING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Nice place.

MAN: Thanks.

Want something
to drink?

Water, please.

You're safe, okay?

You have nothing
to worry about.

You like music?

Yeah. Sure.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Oh.
Lauren.

Sorry.

Whoa. That looks nasty.
What is that?

Uh, it's just a...

I had a cyst removed
from my kidney, and, um...

The incision got infected,
so they had to excise
some skin and...

Ugh, that sounds
gross.

That didn't hurt as much
you think.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can I have
a minute, please?

Uh, sure. I was just
looking for Ellen's
face cream...

Ah.

Ah. (CHUCKLES)

You guys have
something you want
to tell me?

Yes. Your husband has
a hole in his stomach.

I'm not going
to use it all.

What did you tell her?

I just made something up.
But I can't do this
dance much longer.

Where the hell did
they take Jake?

I don't know,
she just said they
had to go somewhere.

So, what happened with
Hoffman at the hospital?

Yeah. Well, I can't even
believe I'm saying this.

What are you talking about?
He was there. With Hoffman.

Duncan.
They're partners
or something.

Duncan?

What? He's investigating
a murder he committed?

I know. It's...
He has connections everywhere.

There's just
no way out of this.

Unless...

Unless what?

We kill him.

It's not easy to
kill someone like that.

We need a gun.

Yeah, I, uh...
I've been thinking
about that.

The Hunts, next door.

He's always trying
to get you to go
to the shooting range.

Brags about
sleeping with his gun.

So, you just want me to go
over there and ask, "Hey,
can I borrow your pistol?"

We have their spare house key.

Duncan.
I've got some good news.

The screen grab from a
surveillance camera.

Less than a block away from
where Angela disappeared from.

Looks like the mystery man
she left the bar with.

I think we finally
found our guy.

Terrific.

Come on, I want
to show you something.

Time stamp 6:32 PM.
One block from the
Windham Tavern.

He was headed
toward a bar.

Any footage of them
leaving together?

No, sir. But they could
have gone out the back.
There's no cameras there.

So, right now, all we have
is a picture of a man
walking down the street.

Well, we need to ID him,
and we need to talk to him.
Any other angles?

No, this is the
best shot we have.

Okay, so, listen, send it
through facial recognition
right away, all right?

Yes, sir.

Now, I'm a creative chef,
but how am I supposed to
make dinner out of nothing?

We've been doing
a lot of takeout.

Where are your knives?

I'm not sure.

What?
Well, they're
being sharpened.

I've been watching
this cooking show,

and the chef keeps talking
about how critical it is
to have sharp knives.

Oh. That's the dumbest
lie I've ever heard.
Seriously. Where are they?

Um...

The Secret Service
took them. Safety measure.

So, wait, so, you mean
to tell me that, with all
the weapons they have,

there concerned that
someone's gonna bust in here

and hack up the entire
family with a steak knife?

God, I don't
make up the rules.

Well, you ask me,
this President thing?
Real pain in the ass.

(SIGHING)

Emily?

Patrick?

Our facial
recognition results.

Dean Ruggs, DMV employee
from Cincinnati. He claims
he never set foot in DC.

Archer Petit.
Born in Brooklyn. Age 36.

Ex-military. No priors.
Where does he live now?

Can't find a current address,
but a search of FAA records
turned up a passenger manifest

from Thai Airways that says
he was out of the country
on the night in question.

Okay, an alibi.
And our third guy?

DUNCAN: Paul Jameson.
Serious rap sheet.

Lives right here in DC.
Sounds like he's our man.

Let's get on it.

What time does
the game start?
Any minute.

Do I have time to
run back to my car?
I forgot my phone.

Sure.

Should I buzz in or is
there a code I can use?

I just thought the code
might be useful for later.

2332.

Yeah.

One guy packing,
back of the room,
next to the bar.

Code is 2332.
Guy in charge is Charlie.

Got it.
See you in 15.

Good luck.
You too.

Thai Airways, huh?
You don't miss a trick.

Excuse me, Agent Logan.
I'd like a moment with
Agent Carlisle.

Why didn't you speak up
about Archer Petit?

Speak up about what?

I searched his files
manually in case we
missed something.

I found out you two have
worked together in the past.

We have.

Something else
you want to say?

Because his alibi
doesn't hold water.

There's a record of him
traveling to Bangkok,

but his passport never
cleared Customs.

You have any idea how
that could have happened?

Yes.

I made it up.

I needed to backstop
him, so I falsified
his travel records.

What the hell are
you talking about?
He's working for me.

As a confidential informant.

Why didn't you
say anything?

I assume you've never worked
undercover, Agent Hoffman?

You don't out a source
in a room full of people
you don't know. Ever.

Even when you're
investigating a possible
assassination attempt?

You're Secret Service,
I'm FBI. We think differently.

In what way?

My informant's life is
just as valuable to me as
the President's is to you.

You could've come
to me privately.

This is a highly
sensitive operation.

No offense, Agent Hoffman,
but we only met yesterday.

I don't know you.

But I can assure you,

Archer Petit was nowhere
near Angela Nix on the
night she disappeared.

What about the photo?
What about it?

It's a decent match
to a police sketch.

But then again, so is
every other good looking
black dude under 40.

You want to build
a case on that?

Where's Archer now?
In jail.

In jail? How come?

I put him there.
To sell his cover.

Like I said, this is a
highly sensitive operation.

Don't move!

(PEOPLE SHRIEKING)

Hand me your weapon.
Slowly.

Get down on the ground.
Face the bar.
Put your hands on your head.

(PEOPLE SOBBING)

KRAMER: Where's
the money, slick?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Don't irritate me.
Okay, okay, okay.

Just don't shoot me.
Please.

It's right here.

And don't move.

Cell phones.
In the bag there.

Dealer. Up.
Stand up.

Grab that bag.

Hurry up.

(YELPS)

Anyone tries to follow me,
I'll kill this bitch.

Go.

Here.

I'll ditch the phones.

MAN: Where do you think
you're going?

Calm down.
Take it easy now.

MAN: Hand over that money.

(GRUNTS)

SANDRINE: Come on,
don't stand there,
we gotta go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jeez.

Is it loaded?

Um...

Yeah.

When should we...
I really need to
figure out the best time.

We gotta make sure
the kids aren't around.

They've had enough
to deal with already.

So many secret
conversations around here.

You okay?
Yeah, just, uh...

Just gonna lie down
for a bit.

Is he okay?
He seems kind of off.

Oh, he's fine, he's just...

We're both a little
under pressure.

Work. Kids. Blah.

I guess out here in the
real world, that kind of
stuff is stressful.

It's such a different world
from when I was inside.
Back in Baltimore.

Oh, Lauren, I can't even
imagine what you went through.

Was it okay?

Yeah.

And no, I mean, it's still
a psychiatric hospital.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm not saying
it wasn't helpful.

You picked the right place.

The good news is
I found a great doctor.

I feel so much more
balanced and engaged.

And I know it's only been
a few weeks, but I feel
better than I have in years.

Yeah. Maybe ever.

And who knows,
maybe one of these days
I'll get my life together.

Like you.

(CHUCKLING) Right.

What does that mean?

Well, my life's not perfect.
No, far from it. Trust me.
It's, uh...

What?

Come on, it's me
you're talking to.

Well.

Brian's having an affair.

What?

Yeah, I found out
a few days ago.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Are you...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I mean,
we'll get through it.
We just...

We need some time to
work on us, you know?

Which is why I booked
you a hotel. But you stay
as long as you want.

No, I understand.

I'll get out of
your hair tonight.

You know...

Oh, look at you.
You need a tissue.
Oh, God, so do I.

Lauren, wait.

Ellen, what the hell
are you doing with
a gun in your purse?

Yes, Ellen, what the
hell are you doing with
a gun in your purse?

Put it on the
ground now, Lauren.
Relax, I'm not some...

(YELLING) Put the gun
on the floor. Now.
Okay. It's on the floor.

Sit down!

Don't move!

Now!

Let's go.
What the hell
are you doing?

(TAPE RIPPING)
LAUREN: Ellen!

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(SOBBING)

Please. Please don't
hurt her. This has
nothing to do with her!

Let's go.
Where are we going?

Outside.
What for?

You want to play with guns?
I'm gonna give you a lesson.

(PANTING)

Please put
the gun away.
Take the gun.

Take it!

Put a bullet in that tree.
It's, what, 10 feet away?

Just aim and shoot.

Do it, Ellen.

Shoot the tree.
No one will hear a thing.

(BULLET WHIZZING)
Again.

(SOBBING)
Try again.

(BULLET WHIZZING)

I...

People who pull guns,
but don't know how to shoot,
wind up dead.

I don't want to kill you,
Ellen. You know that.

But that doesn't
mean I won't.

Okay, but can we
please just go back inside?

I'm really worried
about Lauren.

Me too.
Oh, please don't hurt her.

We don't have a choice.
What are you saying?

We're going to get
rid of her. Now.

But we're going
to do it my way.

No, no, no.

No, no, please don't hurt her.

Hey, my blindfold.
Keep your mouth shut.
You hear me?

What the hell happened?
Why is there blood
on your shirt?

(GROANS)

One, nothing happened.

Two, I don't have
blood on my shirt.

Three, if you say anything
about this, I will kill you.

Randall Brown,
DC Public Defender's Office.

I have a client in jail who
may know something about the
President's nurse.

The one who allegedly
committed suicide.
I'll handle this, Amy.

Are you in charge
of this investigation?

Would you like to
follow me, please?

I've left a number
of messages. No one
has returned my calls.

In cases like this,
we get a lot of
frivolous testimony.

Inmates looking for deals.
Sadly, most of that
information is not credible.

Please?
Well, my client is.
I assure you.

Logan, do
you need me?

No, I got it. I'll let
you know if it's real.
Okay.

(MUFFLED MOANING)

She's never
gonna forgive us.

BRIAN:
We're saving
her life, Jake.

One day she'll thank us.

Where have you been?

I got Sandrine her money.

What? How?

Does it matter?

I told you I'd
take care of it.

Good job.

Ellen! Brian!
Call the police,
right now!

(GASPING)

(DIALING)

It's okay. It's okay.
Everything's going
to be all right.

What are you doing?
Just take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath?
He's going to kill us!

He's holding you hostage.
That's why everyone's
acting so weird.

Why Brian has a
hole in his stomach.

Please,
just calm down.

Okay, what's wrong
with Ellen, hmm?
She's just trying to help you.

LAUREN: Okay, someone, please
tell me what's going on here.
Wait until I'm ready.

(DOORBELL RINGING)
LAUREN: Hello? Why isn't
anyone listening to me?

LAUREN: What, have you all
gone completely crazy?

LAUREN: Why are you looking
at me like that?

Thank you for coming,
Dr. Rowley. Please.

LAUREN: I don't understand
what's happening.

Dr. Rowley, what
are you doing here?

I called him.

When your paranoia
presented itself.
I had no other option.

And he's here to take
you back to the hospital.
To the hospital?

You're the one who
needs help, not me!
Where is he?

Hmm? Where is he?
Listen to me,
there's this guy...

He says that he's a
Secret Service agent.

He held a gun to my face.
He blindfolded me.
He tied me up.

And he's holding my
sister hostage.
Relax, Lauren.

Notice where you are.
You're safe.
Everyone here is safe.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
You tell him!

You tell him about
the gun and the room!

Lauren, you're
scaring the kids.

Okay, Jake. Hey.
Hey. Hey, look at me.

I know that you
saw what happened.

I know that you did.
So, you tell him.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Why...
Why are you doing this?

To help you.

To save you.

You're gonna have to
come with me, Lauren.

Your sister
has Power of Attorney.
It's her decision.

She thinks it's best
that you go back
to Sheppard Pratt.

So you'll get well.

I love you.

You did the right thing.

We did the right thing.

You're a monster.