Hunters (2016) s01e02 Episode Script

1 (Regan) Previously on "Hunters" (Jackson) Abby Carroll, reported missing less than 24 hours after her picture was sent to the Mexican cell.
She's also married to an FBI agent.
(female doctor) Coupled with her spectrum disorder, I'm afraid self-harming is not something we're equipped for.
Well, you can't go back to that school, it's not safe.
'Cause I'm commander of the exo-terrorism unit.
You think terrorists kidnapped my wife? Welcome to the ETU.
(Jackson) The terrorists we're chasing aren't human.
(Regan) We don't know where they come from.
What we do know is that Hunters don't come in peace.
McCarthy's here.
Headed to security.
Tell me where my wife is.
Tell me! (McCarthy) We are many.
We are everywhere.
- We're inside.
- (McCarthy) And we are angry.
Inside what? The ETU.
(man on radio) in recruiting young people from all over the world to join its extremist cause.
According to the CIA, some 3,000 westerners have traveled to Iraq and Syria and declared loyalty, including more than 200 Americans.
And in other news (stuffed duck) Am I a dog, a duck, or a cat? Quack, quack.
You're a duck.
Quack, quack.
There you go.
Thank you.
Lovely day, isn't it? It sure is.
Can I help you find anything? Yeah.
Whoever this belongs to.
Found it on a bench.
Some poor little bugger isn't getting his birthday present.
Oh, thank you for bringing it in.
My pleasure.
(cell phone vibrating) Yeah.
Carroll, again.
Any news on Abby? Nothing yet.
When was the last time you got some sleep? (hangs up) Three months ago, you said your hair dryer was too loud.
The salesperson assured me this one was the most quiet.
13 days ago, you complained your ear buds didn't fit with your hearing aids.
These are wireless.
And this toothbrush is 75% more efficient than your regular one, and it's sonic.
I don't know what that means exactly, but it sounds cool.
Mwah! Happy birthday.
I love you.
(woman whimpers) Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh (woman screaming) You are why I'm still me (grunting) (Regan) The hurricane.
Ride it and weep.
(grunting) Yeah, Briggs wasn't kidding.
That's some crazy-ass shit.
Here.
You try it.
Let me show you how it's done.
(panting) What, the Marines didn't teach you how to pull the trigger? (grunting) What was that? You're one of them.
I thought you knew.
(man) Only just found out, did you? Are you one, too? No.
Just her.
(news anchor) An explosion at a DC mall has killed seven people.
This was an attack on domestic soil with civilian casualties.
Their audio message said blood would be spilled, and it has been.
Seven people died at the mall.
A thermal or chemical explosion would have killed a lot more.
You're thinking this was a warning? - Or a message.
- They already sent a message.
Literally.
Or it's like Shahzad in Times Square.
The bomb was supposed to be worse, but the asshole who built it was royally incompetent.
Whatever the motive, we have a person of interest.
Surveillance pics.
Finnerman is running interference with the feds as we speak.
You missed the debriefing.
(door beeps) You mean the one where you tell me you got one of them on the payroll? My wife was kidnapped by one of those things and you just expect me to work alongside one? Regan earned our trust long ago.
You're still earning yours.
Slavich's last words to me were about hunters being inside the ETU.
Do you really need me to connect the dots? Slavich was just trying to mess with your head.
Well, it won't work with that thing.
Look, I realize how overwhelming this must be.
A new species, hostile.
I reacted the exact same way when I found out.
I was confused, angry, afraid.
Your wife is still in the picture.
You don't know a damn thing about what I'm going through.
Maybe not.
But I do have this.
Lionel McCarthy.
The bastard who took Abby.
The DJ, calls himself Lionel of the Simatic Society.
He's also the main suspect in this morning's bombing.
We find out where he is, we find your wife.
(knocking) You gotta see this.
Viewer discretion is advised.
It's, uh, pretty twisted.
(McCarthy sighing) Forgive me.
Chicken shit coward.
Keep watching.
What the hell? Randall Slavich.
You got six hours to bring me his body, or more bombs, more dead, more fun, huh? And one of you creatures will be hanging here next.
Maybe you, Flynn Carroll, huh? (McCarthy laughing) Or maybe Abby Carroll, huh? Huh? You know what I'm saying.
I'll be in touch.
Quack, quack.
Play it again.
Keep to the script.
Slavich's wife was told her husband was suspected of smuggling drugs at the airport.
This is bullshit.
I mean, we should be hunting McCarthy, not interviewing widows.
Slavich's wife could be a hunter.
Well, is there a test to prove it? Huh? Like a scanner or a DNA sampler.
Not yet.
Jules is working on one.
But I can tell.
What, like a special handshake? There's something you want to say? Not to you.
Fine, then.
I'll say it for you.
I don't know what planet I come from, or how I was born.
I don't have an antenna, except on my car.
I get a weird skin thing every few months.
I cried when I saw "E.
T.
," and no my lady parts do not feel different than a human's, but you knew that already.
That's a damn lie.
My wife is not one of you.
We were married six years.
Believe me, I'd know.
(Jackson) McCarthy's sick video offered us a deal.
Slavich's body in exchange for no more bombings.
I don't negotiate with terrorists.
In 2010, we freed Qais al-Khazali in exchange for Peter Moore.
We ransomed Abu Sayyaf in the Philippines in 2001.
Those were live hostages.
And the White House had the press breathing down their necks like a pack of hungry wolves.
- Ruth - I don't pander and I don't negotiate with terrorists, especially non-human ones.
We've collected 600 corpses over the last four years.
This is the first time they've wanted the body back.
Don't you want to know why? So we hand over Slavich's body in return for what? A chat? I got my Twitter feed for that.
Why did McCarthy single out the new agent, Flynn Carroll? His wife's abduction is the obvious connection.
And then he has the scar.
Does he know what it means? He claims not to.
Do you trust him? I don't know.
(Flynn) That's weird.
There was a cage like that in McCarthy's farmhouse.
They like rabbits.
What, like for pets? To hunt.
They can't help themselves.
Don't worry.
I'm a vegetarian.
(Regan) Mrs.
Slavich? Homeland security.
We'd like to talk to you about your husband.
I don't know who you think my husband was, but he wasn't a drug smuggler.
(wavering) He was a good man.
And you people killed him.
Your husband was tasered after assaulting a security officer.
The coroner said he died of an undiagnosed heart condition.
Then why don't I get to see the body? Aren't I supposed to identify him or something? Did you, uh ever notice any type of unusual behavior? Randall was a kind and gentle man.
I mean, he kept rabbits for God's sake, and now you people are here telling me that you killed him because he was a drug smuggler.
I know my husband, and he was not whatever you people think he was.
There is one last thing we need to ask about.
A piece of evidence connected to your husband's case.
Uh have you heard this song before? A song? Are you joking? (music playing) Oh I hate new wave.
No.
If Joan of Arc Had a heart Would she give it As a gift To such as me Who longs to see Hey.
Excuse me.
- (door opens, then closes) - Hey.
Hey! What is it? What's wrong? Get back in the house.
Get back in the house, please.
(door closing) Is she one of them? No.
You're sure? The second I met her.
(phone vibrating) - Carroll.
- (McCarthy) Bring me Slavich's body, but come alone.
One word about our little arrangement to ETU, and you will never see Abby again.
(echoed rumble in the distance) (grunting throughout) Slavich's body.
You're not getting it.
Couldn't care less.
Eh? I got what I really wanted.
I don't see it.
I mean, you were hyped, man.
Nope.
Not getting it.
What's so special about you? What do you want? What, do you mean me personally or us hunters? Enough game-playing.
How does this work? I offer you stuff in exchange for Abby? 'Cause I'll do it.
Grade school clever.
You keep me talking till the tin soldiers come rushing in with their firecrackers and their two-bit explosions.
Martian go boom, that's what you're hoping for, ain't it, you big, strong Marine? (grunting and growling) (radio feedback) - Lost contact.
- (McCarthy) Oh, look, what a manly man beast you are.
Defying my instructions.
You are one hot-headed police officer Afghan vet dev in training.
How do you know about me? I mean, you said so yourself The real question is, what do you know about me? Nothing.
Huh? Except you're an arrogant prick, lapdog.
Oh! We've been made.
Take your team through the back entrance.
Sweep for explosives before you move in.
(Briggs) Roger that.
Regan, can you hear anything? (Regan) He's in there alone.
I'm going in.
(Jackson) Regan.
Regan! Watch your mouth, boy! Slavich spoke to you before he killed himself.
What'd he tell you? - I don't know.
- (yelling) (grunting throughout) He had someone on the inside.
A mole.
Don't give me that B-movie Keyser Soze crap! What'd he tell you? What do you know about us? Until a week ago, I didn't even know you existed.
- Okay? - I didn't even know you f freaks existed! He took Abby.
He took my wife.
My family.
Kids are resilient.
Abby'll be fine.
Maybe.
(chuckles) You go near her, I will destroy you.
I will destroy every last one of you! Wherever the hell you are from.
Dumb, insignificant, and nauseatingly sincere.
Thank you so much for telling me the truth.
You want to see Abby now? Come on.
She's all yours, tiger.
(grunting) (laughing) (Briggs) Regan! - Carroll! - (Regan screams) (Briggs) Clear! Take the top floor! (wincing) Finish the sweep.
(Flynn) It's not Abby.
Thanks, Doc.
Hey! Hey.
Any word on McCarthy? Nothing yet.
He's disappeared again.
Just like at the airport, huh? Funny how Agent Regan keeps losing him.
Why would I let McCarthy escape? I don't know.
Maybe you two are related.
Or maybe you're the mole Slavich was talking about.
You're just here for yourself.
And you're calling me the traitor? I could crush you.
Come on, people.
Regan, come away now.
It's not Regan's fault we lost McCarthy.
You better hope so.
We need to talk.
Yeah.
I understand it's difficult with Carroll under the circumstances.
Give him time, I mean, I wouldn't trust you either if I were him.
It's not about Carroll.
Or Paige.
The song.
The one Slavich and McCarthy used to communicate.
What about it? When we played it for Slavich's wife, I saw something in my mind, not like I see with my eyes.
Images.
More like outlines.
I felt it in the Coahela factory, and other times in the past.
You haven't mentioned this before.
I didn't know what it was.
And it happened again today when I heard the clicks.
The code they used to encrypt their messages.
I don't think it's code.
I think the clicks are the messages.
It could be their language.
And I'm seeing it inside my head.
Everything at this stupid boarding school has gravy on it.
I told them I don't like gravy and they said they would stop putting gravy on my food, but of course, it still has gravy on it.
Why do you look so nervous? I'm not.
I'm making sure everything's safe.
You know, the only thing dangerous in here is me.
Em, uh Can you, uh, recognize this man? I thought you came to see me.
Em, please.
Prosopagnosia is one of my conditions.
I'm face blind.
A lot of Aspies have it.
Yeah.
I I knew that.
I mean, it's not 100%.
I see parts, eyes, hands, and voices, anything with sound helps me.
Em, here.
- Okay.
- What are you doing? Have you heard this before? (music playing) There.
It's starting.
What do you see? Between the clicks, pieces of light.
Shapes.
Spaces.
I see it and I hear it at the same time.
You have heard it.
Okay.
Where? It it was at a music store with Abby.
Where? - A-Audio Attic.
- Audio Attic.
She was buying sheet music.
- Yeah.
- Oh, no there were something else.
And there was There was It was coming out of headphones.
I remember, it was coming out of headphones around some guy's neck.
It was really loud.
I can't explain it, the the color is from the shape of the sounds.
It's 3D, but it isn't.
Like bats or dolphins.
Some kind of echolocation.
(music continues) - (salesperson) Audio Attic.
- Yeah, hi, are you open? Uh, no, we're still closed.
The store's been shut down ever since the explosion.
An explosion.
When? Two weeks ago.
Everything in the store was destroyed.
Thanks.
(cell phone vibrating) Jackson.
Carroll? The bombing in D.
C.
wasn't random.
McCarthy's cleaning house.
And I know how to find them.
The attack in D.
C.
was a music store.
The bomb was placed at a kiosk, just outside the front door.
Music store.
Why? Well, the owners recognized McCarthy and Slavich as customers.
So did the manager of Audio Attic.
Plus, a third music store nearby was destroyed in a fire.
McCarthy's covering his tracks.
Yeah, hunters were setting up meetings via the Spotify channel.
Using music stores as cover? And to stalk victims like Abby.
It's where McCarthy first saw her.
She was buying sheet music.
Stores that sell vinyl records? That's anachronistic.
Briggs is right.
There aren't many left.
Using McCarthy's Brunswick farmhouse as the epicenter, I count 40 within a 300-mile perimeter.
If there is to be another attack and we get there before McCarthy, we're looking at a possible goldmine of intel.
Security footage, receipts, forensic evidence.
(Briggs) 40 stores.
That's the proverbial needle.
There's no way of telling which one's next.
It's that one.
(man) Blue Peak Music.
That's McCarthy's next target.
How do you know that? Because I heard it.
(cell phone ringing and vibrating) Yeah.
Blue Peak Music.
Clever creatures.
(chuckling) Thanks for the leg up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, time sensitive, I get it.
I hope you left some hot water for me, sweetheart.
Or I might have to punish you again.
(grunting and moaning) (Briggs) That was Jackson.
He's en route with our backup.
Briggs and I will go in the back, search the place, make sure McCarthy isn't in there.
You do that.
I'll take the front.
(Regan) No sign of McCarthy.
You got anything? (Flynn) Mrs.
Slavich? - You were in Afghanistan.
- (Regan) Carroll, you there? You know what this means? I press number five, the bomb I just planted inside receives a paging signal.
The signal initiates a firing circuit and then everyone dies.
I don't want to hurt anybody, but I will.
Okay, okay.
Why are you doing this? You're not one of them.
He tried to get the body back.
I didn't want Randall cut up.
Dissected like a pig, but you people wouldn't listen to him.
McCarthy? - Huh? - He gave Randall his orders.
Slavich's wife.
We need to evacuate.
Now.
Randall picked me, of all the humans on Earth, to help him with his cause, to do what's good, and right.
Follow Brother with him.
(customers muttering) Briggs, let me know when you're safe.
How did you figure out your husband wasn't human? He told me.
If he hadn't, I never would have known.
They even smell just like us.
Sweat on his clothes.
Our sheets.
He wanted me to know who he really was.
The others, the ones you came here to track down, you'll never find them Find us.
Where are the other hunters? Where? How many are there? We're in your houses.
Your churches.
Where you work and eat and sleep and you don't even know it.
(Briggs) All clear.
Out the back, now.
We're everywhere.
And you can't stop us.
(grunting) (grunting) (screaming) (news anchor) A police search of the Slavich home found a political manifesto proclaiming the suspect's allegiance to a domestic terrorist group.
Jessie Slavich claimed responsibility of the bombing of three other music stores before dying of injuries sustained in today's explosion.
(Jackson) Manifesto.
Nice touch.
I love my work.
Shame we couldn't capture her alive.
(Jackson) Well, she got the bomb off before Agent Regan could stop her.
Thankfully, she only took herself out and not any of us.
Did we recover anything at the store? The sonic blast blew everything to bits.
Any evidence that was inside was destroyed.
So no more leads on McCarthy? We got some forensics off the body in the warehouse.
Turns out there was heroin in the victim's system, a dirty syringe nearby.
Look into it.
- I'm onto it.
- (Jackson) That is all.
(Regan sighing) Regan.
Yeah? You know, the, uh patch on your arm? The skin thing? Relax.
It's not contagious.
Jessie Slavich said she never would have known what her husband was if he hadn't told her.
Is there any way to you know cover it? With enough lotion if you work at it.
It's basically dry skin.
You want to see it? Yeah.
McCarthy scratched some pieces off.
It's a bit roughed up.
Abby never had that.
Are you sure? Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Seen enough? I've got a spinach lasagna Netflix queue full of "Downton Abbey" waiting for me at home.
Sounds good.
Hey.
Thanks.
(knocking) I'm sorry.
You don't owe me an apology.
She was a human collaborator.
She might have led us to other hunters.
Jessie Slavich bombed a civilian target and was within striking distance of a fellow agent.
You saved Agent Carroll's life.
I screwed up with Paige.
I screwed up with the music store.
This hunter shit that's inside me, I can't control it.
I mean, look at me.
I tore that woman to shreds, like an animal.
And I liked it.
I need the treatment.
You know that's not an option anymore.
But it's worse when I have this.
Everything feels raw like I'm starving.
I just need something to take the edge off of the urges, please.
Alison, the treatment weakens you.
I need you strong.
But I'm not.
But you are, and you will be.
The unit needs you.
But you'll just have to manage your demons the same way as the rest of us.
(inhales deeply, then exhales) (music plays on radio) And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, the bright and hollow sky You know, it looks so good tonight There you are.
Lurking like trolls in a Reddit chatroom.
You leather-faced fudder-muckers.
(chuckling) (indistinct mumbling) Oh, but we are, even in these putrid pink wrappers, we're still losing our shells.
Agent Regan is shedding like a freakin' cobra.
All right, who's up? Just a scrape from her arm.
Open wide.
(guttural noises) Tell Mosher I hope he chokes on it.
Oh, the passenger How, how he rides