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I'm alone now.

I'm cut off.

Nowhere to run.

I had to do this.

I had to try.

I'm afraid
it's all going to end

and end quietly.

I'm afraid I'm never
going to get out

of the wilderness here.

I'm afraid I've failed.

They're after me.
Send help.

After I got this message,
I kept trying

to call her back.

Then I called the sheriff.

But after her message--

you don't know who
to trust.

Dr. Shaw.

I was worried about you
speeding like that.

Something were to happen
to you, why,

we'd be up a creek.

Sorry.

I've got an emergency
appendectomy

on the mainland.

Ahh.

Now what's in the back?

Since Jessie was a child,

the more in need someone was,

the more she wanted to help.

First, it was that E.R.
in Chicago.

Then doctors without borders
in East Africa.

Kabul, Kosovo.

Mrs. Shaw, I've got
to be honest with you.

We've never worked in
that part of the world.

Now, I don't know what
Detective Simms told you

about the way we operate,
but--

He said you were
the best,

and he said that
if it were his child,

you'd be the only people
he'd trust to help.

What do we have here?

Hank Benson.

Yeah, I thought I'd take
the body to county

while I was there,
get the autopsy started.

I don't think the company's
gonna like that very much.

They keep trying
to tell me she's lost.

Jessica's not lost.

I know my daughter.

She can handle herself.

Let's go!

Aah!

Get down there.
I want bodies, both of them.

Agrius Industries?

$16.2 billion
in sales last year.

Industrial hardware,
agriculture, biotech,

and apparently
a small mining operation

in Tanarak, Alaska.

About three hours after
Jessica's voice mail,

the company made
an announcement

that they were going
to be doing a heavy blasting

around the mines and restricting
access to the island.

So you think they're
keeping people away

while they hunt for her?

That's the way I read it.

So why would a big company
like that

mess around with
a small-time country doctor?

Well, Jessica's mother
said that the company reps

have been hassling her about
the death of a mine foreman.

Something about trying
to prevent an autopsy.

Autopsy?
Was he murdered?

You know,
that's what's strange.

I looked into it.

The guy actually did die
of a heart attack.

No foul play whatsoever
suggested.

That's weird.
Yeah.

Okay, the island.

400 square miles,

Mostly forest surrounding
the mine.

One access road
to the mainland here,

which they've closed,
so we're gonna have to build you

an official cover
to get you through,

which is going to be
very difficult since we don't

have any friends
like that up there.

He's on it.

What can I say?
He likes your desk.

Look, I don't know
how he does what he does

and I don't give a damn,

but up there in Alaska,
it's completely insulate.

You're not from there,
you can't get in.

You don't think
he can do it?

No, no.
I really don't.

I'll tell you what.

Just stay here,
work the corporate angle.

It's a big company,
somebody has to know something

and how we can stop it.

Paul Woodruff.

Who is Paul Woodruff?

Alaska Bureau of Land
and Mine Development.

Guy's been on leave
for a couple of months,

So you're him for
the next 48 hours. Enjoy.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

I.D. and paperwork
will be in the car

waiting for you
when you land.

Well, I got a plane
to catch.

You two let me know
what you find.

Later, dude.

Don't you want to know
how I did it?

No.
No?

Maybe.

Hey!

You remember what
I said about that place.

They don't like strangers,
so don't go up there

screwing around or nothing.

Just blend in and keep
a low profile.

Hey... it's me.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ just wait in line ♪

♪ you'll be just fine ♪

♪ and maybe one day
you'll be where we are ♪

♪ ♪

Can I help you, sir?

Oh, thank God
you speak English.

I've been driving so long,
I figured I should

be halfway
to Moscow by now.

Was that a joke?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

Paul Woodruff, Bureau
of Land and Mine Management.

I heard you had some
heavy blasting

going on down at the mine,
shut the island down.

Yes, sir, until the wind blows
out the dust and debris.

Right, well, unfortunately
someone forgot

to tell my office about that,
so would it be possible

to get some of this out
of the way for me?

You just wait right there.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I got a guy down here.

His name's Paul Woodruff.

The Bureau of Land
and Mine Management.

He wants to drive
onto the island.

He's here now?

Yeah.

Damn.
All right.

Have big Mike take him in.
Okay, yeah.

Got it.

I'm gonna
have to provide you

with an escort
onto the island.

Great.
Who am I following?

You're going to be driven
to the site directly.

We wouldn't want
to scratch up

this nice new Camaro
of yours.

♪ Human Target 1x10 ♪ Tanarak Original Air Date on March 31, 2010

We stopping
for any particular reason?

Unit one, come in.

Go ahead.

Got eyes on a smoke column

about 800 yards
east of our position.

Copy that.
Get out there and report back.

Oh,
you're looking for somebody.

I thought the island
was evacuated.

Lost touch with
a surveyor yesterday.

Need me to file a report?

Sit in the car,
don't go anywhere,

don't touch anything.

I'll be back.

What are you
using that for?

Bears.

What are you,
like, 6'3", 220?

You train? Martial arts,
anything like that?

Wing Chun. Black belt.

I bet you're
pretty good at it.

You don't want to find out.
Trust me.

Hi.
I'm Christopher Chance.

Your mom sent me.

My mom?
Yeah.

You're not one of them?

Would we still be talking
if I were?

So what was in the syringe?

Morphine.

Interesting.

Next time, you might
just want to leave it empty.

Air bubble in the jugular
is lethal in seconds.

I think I know what
putting an air bubble

in the jugular does.

I went to school
for quite some time

to learn how not to do it.

So what are you, a cop?

Not exactly.

Well, not at all, really.

Your mom hired me
to get you off the island.

Oh, I see.

You're a mercenary.

There's a truck up
by the side of the road

with the keys still
in the ignition.

If you want to get to it while
it can still do us some good,

I suggest that we get moving.

Any idea why
they're after you?

Hank Benson.

Your patient,
the guy who died?

Yeah, he was a mine foreman.

Last time I came
through Tanarak,

he complained
of labored breathing

and some rash
he couldn't explain,

so I diagnosed it
as allergies

and gave him
an antihistamine.

Then, last week,
I get a call.

Hank had dropped dead
of a pulmonary embolism.

Doesn't sound right.
Really doesn't.

Made no sense based on what
he presented to me

when I first examined him.

So I scheduled an autopsy
with the mainland.

24 hours later,
company men show up

telling me they want Agrius
to handle the autopsy.

Why didn't you let them?

A man had died in my care.

A man with a wife,

three children...

and I couldn't explain
to them what happened.

I don't get to just
walk away from that.

I owed it to them.

When the company kept
pressuring me really hard,

it became pretty clear that
whatever Hank had died of,

they didn't want it
coming to light.

I couldn't let that happen.

I guess that sounds
ridiculous.

Not really.

A mercenary with
a heart of gold?

I prefer death-retardant
specialist.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I just want
to get out of here.

You never explained
how you got into town.

Don't they have
the roads blocked off?

They sent me in
with an escort.

What happened to him?

All right, whoever he is,
he's good.

Tracks head this way towards
this small trail.

Last radio communication

was ten minutes ago.

That gives him quite
a head start.

Top speed's a couple
miles per hour.

All right, I want Cahill's team
from the South.

Thompson's from the East.

Let's tighten the noose.

All right, Winston,

I got into the company's
phone records.

All the calls in and out of
Agrius industry headquarters

for, like,
the past seven days.

We're gonna go sing
Happy Birthday to Janis.

There's cake too.

Sweet.
Thanks, man.

All right, at any rate,
12 hours ago,

a call came in from
Tanarak Island, Alaska,

to Jason Banneker.

You know who that is, dude?
That's the Agrius CEO.

So this thing goes to the top?

Yep.

Okay, after they hung up,
who did the CEO call?

Banneker placed
two outgoing calls.

First went to his attorney.

Well, that makes sense.
Second?

Second one went to an internal
number at Agrius.

That's weird.

What?

Second one went to the head
of research and development.

A guy named Dr. David Patel.

You got a problem
in a mining town

in nowhere, Alaska.

Why the hell would you
call some egghead in R&D?

That's a good question.

Probably worth asking
the egghead directly.

Nah, them guys never talk.
Agrius owns them.

Quitter.

I don't give up
so easily, dude.

I'll take care of Dr. Patel.

Listen, I gotta run.

I'll see you later.

Hey.

Hey, thanks, man.

Hey, do you actually
work here?

No.

You know they're never gonna
let you through the roadblocks.

Is there a plan for that?

Yes, there is.

drive down to the marina,
borrow a fishing boat,

and sort this out
on the mainland.

I don't mean to sound
unappreciative,

but is there any way
that plan works

without anyone else
getting killed?

Ideally.

I've worked in Afghanistan
and--and Rwanda

and I've seen a lot
of people killed

and I'm a physician
and I just would prefer

it not be on my behalf.

Let's go. Now.

But I thought the truck--

Truck's no longer an option.
Come on.

There they are.

Stay here.

When I fire,
head that way.

But it's a dead end.

Trust me.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh!

Oh!

Okay, so we just--
we just make them think

that we jumped.

Yeah.
Yeah. Okay, how?

By jumping.

What? Are you insane?

We're never gonna make that!

No, I mean, probably.
Definitely.

There they are!

On the count of three.

One...
Oh, God.

Isn't that what got me
in trouble in the first place?

What got you in trouble
is you never

had a Masai Warrior Chief
teach you

how to build
a smokeless fire.

And you have?

Dry twigs,
no air underneath the tender.

It's a little more art
than science,

but once you get the--

the hang of it--

You should take off yours too.

The dock is six
to seven miles from here,

and wet clothes
in this temperature--

we're gonna face hypothermia
halfway there.

Okay.

Shouldn't take long
to dry those things out.

In the meantime,
better make sure we keep

our core temperature
from going down too fast.

Yeah,
we should take advantage

of whatever
we have available.

Our body heat.

Yeah. Yeah.
That's what I was gonna--

Yeah.

I just want you
to understand that it's--

Oh, yeah,
completely practical.

I agree.

Hey, dude.
Mission accomplished.

You called.
You said you had the guy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Where's the guy?

What is wrong with you?

What?

Tried asking him nicely.

Can I ask you a question?

Please.

Rwanda, Afghanistan,
Alaska.

What's your story?

Well, there's a lot
of doctors in San Francisco.

The places I've been,
you're lucky

if the hospitals have four
walls, let alone doctors.

Do I feel like I'm pushing
the same boulder

up the same hill?

Some days.

But I'm making a difference.

What else?

That isn't enough?

Well, I've just met
a lot of docs

in a world tour of hot spots,
but I haven't met one

who seemed like
they're trying to get lost

or leave something behind.

I doubt you're the first.

I swore an oath to help people
who needed it.

Without any regards to what
I was getting out of it.

I wouldn't expect someone
like you to understand that.

Someone like me?

I've known a lot of mercenaries
from my world tour,

and I haven't met one yet
who wouldn't sell out

whatever cause
he was fighting for

if the price was right.

Somehow I doubt
you're the first.

We should probably get going.

Yeah.

Here you go, doctor.

Sorry about,
you know, him.

Are you going to kill me?

No.

Then what's he doing
with my phone?

Dr. Patel, I'm gonna need
to ask you a few questions.

A week ago,
you were on a phone call

with the CEO
of Agrius Industries.

I need to know what
that phone call was about.

I can't talk about that.

I've got non-disclosures,

a confidentiality
agreement--

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hey, hey.
Come on, man.

A mine foreman died
a few days ago

in Tanarak, Alaska.

Not a cave-in.
Not a mishap.

Not an accident.
Not foul play.

Now, ever since then,
Agrius Industries

has been doing everything
in its power

to make sure the cause
of this man's death

is kept a secret, including
trying to kill his doctor.

Now I believe
the phone call you were on

is connected to that
in some way,

and I need to know how.

Five or six years ago...

Agrius patented a chemical
called propalyde.

What is it?

It's a ticking time bomb.

Sector five is clear.

Get on to the harbor.

No boat leaves the island
without my okay.

Copy that.

Let's see if I can get
ahold of my partner.

A cell phone's
not gonna work.

The towers are down.

We'll go straight to the satellite.
How?

Dial 415-555-0112.

On Star dialing now.

Please hold.

Where the hell are you?

we're on our way to the harbor.
I've got Jessica.

Well, that's good.

What's the problem?

I don't know
if you're gonna

be able to get out.

What are you talking about?

When Jessica tried
to leave with that body,

it set off all kinds
of alarms at Agrius

about something called
propalyde.

Propalyde?

Yeah, it's an industrial
solvent.

It's got a lot of uses,

including mining,

and it's a hell of a lot
more toxic

than anyone cares to admit.

That's what killed Hank.

Well, if it is,

his death could be the first
in what could amount

to a billion-dollar tort
against Agrius.

They gotta contain it.

They gotta erase
any evidence

that it was on the island
before it gets out.

But right now, I'm the only
evidence that's left.

What if we got other proof?

Evidence that her patient
was exposed to this chemical?

Like what?

Soil samples from the mine.
Proves he had exposure.

That plus the doctor
who treated him

could tell a pretty
convincing story.

Will it be enough?

It's gonna have to be.

If we get to the boat
and off the island...

This doesn't end,
does it?

You know enough
to be dangerous,

but not enough
to stop them.

If you can keep pushing,
other dominoes will fall.

They can't contain this
and they know it,

and they're never gonna stop
coming after you

unless we stay.

We get the proof we need
to expose their cover-up.

These people
have done enough.

I want to see this end...
For good.

Winston?

There's an airfield
near the mine.

who do we know that can
get a plane to the ground

within four hours?

Four hours' notice to get you
out of a hot zone

with a professional kill squad
shooting at you?

Nobody you'd want to--

What about that guy
from Seattle, Fred something?

Frank. Deceased.

Harris from Calgary?

Also deceased.

What about that flight
instructor from Coeur d'Alene?

The one with the glass eye?

Yeah.

He's too far away

And, you know, dead.

Maybe I could--
You know what?

You be at that airstrip
in four hours.

I'll figure something out.

Okay. Check the desk. Look for
work schedules

call logs, anything that might
have Hank's name on it.

How do we know
they haven't destroyed

everything that has
his name on it?

We don't.

Oh!
What?

What?
I'm starving.

Mm.
Oh, work schedule.

Hank Benson.
Shaft 183.

Okay.

183.
It's on the eastern slope.

Come on, doctor.

No lab work?
No tissue samples?

Not even a damn memo?

Look, I'm telling you,

The records
of our propalyde testing

were just cleared
out of our offices.

I was told it was to arrange
for safe storage.

But who knows where it went?

There is nothing that can
document any of this.

Listen to me.

If we don't get something
that proves

the company knew
about propalyde,

we're never going to be able
to get the kind of leverage

we're going to need over them.

This number appears
in your call logs

four times over
the last seven days.

There's no name.
Who is it?

Tell me the truth.

His name is Jon Taggart.

That's what I figured.

Who is Jon Taggart?

He's a fixer.
Corporate espionage.

Evidence scrubber.

Agrius definitely hired
this guy to make

the evidence go away
on propalyde.

So what did he say to you

when he talked to you last?

"keep your mouth shut.
You signed an nda."

Blah, blah, blah.

That sort of thing?
Am I close?

Yeah, that's exactly
what he said.

Yeah.

You know this person?

Yeah, he's kind
of a shark.

No real code.
A real sleazebag.

I'm sorry.

You say he's
a real sleazebag?

Yeah.

Oh, got you.

But if we can get to him,

he'll have the evidence
we need.

Any idea what this propalyde
stuff looks like?

No.

All we know is that
it killed your patient?

Pretty much.

Should we be worried
about that?

Well, Hank was exposed
to high doses

Over a month or two.

We'll be fine.

Not sure I believe you,
but I do like your style.

Is this how it really works?

Shovel a crime into a deep,
dark hole,

Hope nobody finds out
about it?

Happens more than you think.

Here.

This wood is new.

Whoever closed it
was in a hurry.

Obviously they beat us here.

I don't understand.

Why didn't she try
to make it off the island?

Why'd she come here?

She's looking for proof.

Mine shaft 183, we finish
pre-rigging it to blow?

Yeah.
Good.

Send howe and Stanton
to the entrance.

Make sure no one gets out.

Let's put an end to this.

If this is it,

They didn't do a very good job
of hiding it.

Maybe they're not done.

All right. We've gotta
get out of here.

We've gotta get
to that airfield.

What is that?

That's a pre-blast warning.

But the exit's that way.
Not anymore.

Are you okay?

I think so.

I don't suppose you know
your way around here, do you?

Maybe there's some
loose rocks we could move.

Oh, God.

What?

I--

Something just got lodged
in there.

You think?

All right, sit down.
Now.

Ah!
Sorry.

Just wait a second.

We're gonna have
to pull this one out.

Oh, it's not that bad,
is it?

It'll just work itself out.

What is this?
Is this bullet wounds?

Yeah.

This one looks
like barbed wire.

No.

No, wait.
Yes.

Sarajevo.

I--I don't even know
what this one is.

Oh, that's a Masai
Ngulu blade.

Seriously?

In Chicago, um, I had
a patient named Jose Ortega.

Acute liver failure.

I knew how to treat him,

But the hospital
and the HMO,

They kept pushing me
to find a cheaper way out.

I was the only
one standing

between him and them.

And you caved.

I let myself
be talked into it.

I believed them when
they said

they wanted what
was best for him.

I swore from then on
I would never walk away

from somebody
I had to protect...

no matter the cost.

Ngulu blade's a lot easier
to get over.

How would you know?

'cause I've been there too.

Sorry.

For what?

mm!

Thank you.

You hear that?

That hissing?

Yeah.

Explosion must have...

severed one of
the vent pipes.

What's it venting?

Good question.

Must be carbon monoxide.
It's collecting up here.

There's no other way out.

Not yet.

Whoa.
Hey, Taggart.

Been a while.

What?

Oh, yeah.
I get it.

I mean, I could be
recording this, right?

If I were you, I wouldn't say
a word either.

So here's the deal.

I know you're working
with Agrius.

You're scrubbing evidence over
this whole propalyde mess.

And I also know, dude,
even if you destroyed it all,

you kept one folder
for yourself.

The one with
the really good stuff in it.

The one that guarantees
you get paid on time,

they never mess with you.

Problem is this.

This company's
going down, bro.

I think we both know
there's no reason for you

to be anywhere near it
when it does.

Don't you think?

Oh.

What's in it for you?

Dude...

How about doing
the right thing?

How about just
the satisfaction of knowing

you helped a really good person
out of a rotten situation?

dude, I'm messing with you.

I know where you live
and you know it.

Tom's Diner.
19th and Pine.

Just leave the folder
in the back booth by the can.

All right?

Tell your wife I said hi.

See you, Taggart.

What are you doing?

Carrying an acetylene tank.

I realize that.
Where?

Map says there's a tie-in
to another mine shaft.

It's marked "sealed off."

Okay, but it's still wall.

If we're lucky,
not for long.

Come on.

Get down.

What the hell was that?

Sounded like
a secondary explosion.

Give me the map.

What are you looking for?

How I'd get out
if I were him.

Here.

I need eyes on shaft 192,
primary and secondary exits.

Go! Go!

No. No.
Not another cliff.

It's just a little one.
Come on.

No. Ooh!

See?
It's not so bad.

Ah!

Take the wheel.

Get down!

Chance, the other side!

Come on.
We're going.

Going?
Going where?

Aah!

Who the hell are you?

Aw, that doesn't matter.

I know who you are, though.

You're Jason Banneker,
CEO of Agrius Industries.

It says it in this too.

Where'd you get these?

Well, I hate to ruin
the surprise.

It's all gonna come out
at your trial.

Come on, Jason.

You knew what happened
to that miner.

You knew propalyde was toxic
and then you hid it.

So here's how it's gonna go
for you and Agrius.

You're gonna get raked
over the coals.

Your stock price is going right
in the crapper.

Fines.

Payout to Hank Benson's
family

is gonna make your head swim
and then you

are gonna have
a nice extended stay

at Eglin Minimum
Security Prison.

That's pretty much
set in stone

as far as you're concerned,
believe that.

And if you're lucky...

well, that'll be the end.

Get on with it.

I can make sure
you go away

for conspiracy
to murder Jessica Shaw.

Only it won't be at federal
summer camp.

It'll be at Lompoc.

You know, for real prison.

Two to a cell.
Ten to a shower.

Trust me.

You wouldn't do well
there at all.

What exactly is it you want?

Couple things.

One...

Nobody messes
with Jessica Shaw.

Not during
the propalyde trial.

Not... ever.

And two, you take out
your checkbook

and write a check out to me
for whatever's in it.

Now you do that

and the murder will
just stay in my pocket.

But you mess around...

bye, Jason.

So who do I
make this out to?

Hey!

Hey, do you mind?

What are you doing?

You know, I don't know
if you noticed it,

but I'm working here.

I'm trying to clean up another
one of your messy...

tracks.

Hey, you want to take Carmine
for a walk?

No.

Neither do I,
so this is how

he gets his exercise.

Lucky dog.

Hmm.

I'll just, um...

be in my office.

Did I interrupt?

No, no, no.

He's just always grumpy
like that.

So what's up?

I was just in the area.

Went to see my mother.

How is she?

Grateful.

Very grateful.

As am I.

So where you winging
off to next?

What makes you think
I'm not sticking around?

Well, you don't really
strike me as a purse-carrying

kind of woman,
but you're carrying a purse.

Band-aid on your arm says you
probably just got a vaccination.

I'm guessing yellow fever.

Comfortable clothes,
travel shoes.

Your mom told me.

Thanks again.

If you're ever in Dakar,

just give me a shout.

Hey, there's
a great French Bistro

on Medina Street.

Well, it's worth checking out.

Maybe I will.

Oh, one more thing.

A little something
from Agrius Industries.

What's this for?

That's some travel money...

so you can keep pushing
your boulder uphill.

Thank you.

Carmine!

Good boy.