Hunters (2016) s01e05 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.
You think terrorists kidnapped my wife.
She's a piano teacher.
(Jackson) The terrorists we're chasing aren't human.
(screaming) You're one of them.
I tore that woman to shreds like an animal.
I need the treatment.
(machine buzzing) The treatment weakens you.
I need you strong.
I won't let them have another one.
(baby crying, bone snapping) The baby's not breathing, help me! (Flynn) They took my wife.
Or your wife's a Hunter.
Where the hell are they?! Strieber Self Storage.
Near the farmhouse.
Unit 470.
(groans, panting) (Jackson) Then we're certain the body is entirely human? (Dr.
James) From what I can observe, yes.
But I can't perform a full autopsy until the subject's thawed.
You mean, Abby.
She's not a fu subject.
She's my wife.
(Dr.
James) I'm afraid we can't determine that yet either, Flynn.
A human body takes 72 hours to freeze solid.
So, we know this victim died more than three days ago.
Beyond that, we can't determine time of death until the autopsy.
So, she could've been killed months ago, even years.
The Abby you know may not have been human.
Do you people realize how ridiculous you sound? (Dr.
James) Not so ridiculous.
If the Hunters have been using tissue samples to assume human form.
No, they kidnapped Abby, a human so they could kill her.
And then use her It's just a theory, Flynn.
There's no way to prove it yet.
Sure there is.
Thaw Abby's body.
- We can't rush it.
- Like hell.
Just thaw the body.
Figure out how long she's been dead.
Get some heaters in here.
Please, I need to know.
If we introduce external sources of heat, it could damage the tissue and affect test results.
Then we wait.
It's been a long day, Flynn.
Go home, be with Emme.
(quiet sobbing) That's my wife.
(announcer) Seems to be feeling the pressure here.
The pitcher calls time If you just joined us, the O's trail by one (woman) How long you been home? A few months.
So, what was it like? - What? - The war.
Was it scary? Did you see any, like, real live terrorists? Did you ever kill anyone? No.
It was just a bunch of camels and shit.
It was awesome, awesome.
Do you wanna get out of here? I've got to use the little girls' room.
Then I think we should go.
(crowd laments) (woman giggles) (door creaks) (game continues on TV) (gunfire) (baseball bat striking, crowd roars) (woman sniveling) (announcer) We have a ballgame now, folks.
The crowd are really giving it up (crowd roars) You can't leave now.
The O's just tied the game.
Leaving the bar now is sacrilege.
The baseball gods demand that you stay put.
(chuckling) Abby.
I'll ride the pine with ya.
Flynn.
Garcon, what he's having.
- Whiskey.
- Mm-hmm.
- (laughing) - Lots lot's of whiskey.
(Emme) I didn't disappear.
I wanted to play piano.
There's no piano at the school so I went to find one.
I'm sorry.
Emme, there's something I I need to tell you.
(sighs) I think of you like my own daughter.
Something's happened.
Abby's gone.
I know that already.
No.
No, I mean, she's dead.
She's dead.
We found her body last night.
You're wrong, that isn't her.
- Emme - You made a mistake.
(sighs) Abby isn't dead, I know she isn't.
I was with her yesterday.
What? What? Where? We met at a coffee shop in DC.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
You just told me you went to play piano.
I know, I lied.
But only because I was with Abby.
She can't be dead, why are you saying that? How did, how, how what? How did you find her? Did she contact you? She sent me a playlist on Spotify.
What? Why? Cool piano stuff.
Did she tell you where she was staying? Or why she left? No.
Just that she loved me, that That she's safe, Flynn.
I don't need to worry about her anymore.
I want you to email her back.
Tell her it's an emergency.
And that I wanna see her.
I can't do that.
I promised her I wouldn't tell you.
Emme, listen to me.
This is very important.
If you're telling me the truth and Abby's out there, I need to find her now.
I am calling for you You are why I'm still breathing here (Tasha speaking Romanian from computer) (Hunter baby clicking) Play it again.
(speaking Romanian) Is that Romanian? You're good, I thought it was Polish.
Romanian, interesting.
Transylvania, Nadia Comaneci, and now the world's first alien mom.
Hella random if you ask me.
- Are you able to make anything out? - Bits and pieces.
Lights and shapes that I don't recognize.
That don't make sense.
But this one keeps repeating.
The same symbol you got off the Hunter in Colombia.
Both McCarthy and the dying mother said it a bunch of times.
And wherever they're holding them, I hope they know just what they're dealing with.
I underestimated his strength.
And mine.
I would've killed him for what he did to that baby.
Take a break.
We'll go back over the recordings again later.
Good work, agents.
(footsteps leaving) (Regan) Will it look like a human when it grows up? (Dr.
James) Or some sort of hybrid.
I won't let them have another one.
(screaming) (cell phone vibrating) Yeah? Do you see her? - Not yet.
- If she shows up, just tell her you hacked my computer.
I'm a hacker, got it.
Are you being condescending right now? I can't tell.
Emme, I gotta go.
(car starting) (traffic honking) (traffic honking, footsteps approaching) (cell phone vibrating) (Briggs) Flynn, I know you're grieving but this AWOL bullshit doesn't fly.
We have a debriefing on McCarthy.
Briggs, tell Jackson I'm tracking a suspect with a possible female Hunter.
I need Jules to I.
D.
him.
A suspect, who? (phone beeps) (shutter clicking) (traffic honking) (shutter clicking) (Jules) Just got this pic from Carroll.
Richard Seraphin, Director of Global Asset Management at the International Monetary Fund.
A Hunter with an IMF Manager, that's upping their game.
Possible female Hunter, that's what he said.
Run Seraphin's records, background, financial, whatever you can get.
Get Carroll back on the phone.
(Regan) It's not going to work.
We won't know until we try.
You don't understand, nothing works.
I've tried drugs, booze, sex, lots of sex.
None of which are safe choices.
This treatment has been specifically designed for you and your needs.
I'm not gonna be some lobotomy experiment.
Well, a crack pipe is not the answer.
Could you be any more full of clichés? I don't need your stupid machine! Allison, please I said I don't need it! I'm sorry.
(chair clanks) (machine powering up) (groaning) (screaming) (groaning) (machine winding down) (panting) (cables clicking) (phone beeps) (car starting) (phone beeps, shutter clicks) (whirring) (click, hinge squeaking) (chatter) (Jules) Richard Seraphin, British national, 52 years old.
Passport record for past month show he was in Singapore, Sydney and Colombia on May 22.
The day before our team raided the drug camp.
Could be coincidence.
Or collusion.
(text alert vibrating) Text from Carroll.
"Suspect on the move, west on D Street Northwest.
" And a license plate number.
You and Regan take a team.
Use caution, we don't know if Seraphin is Hunter or human.
Either way, we need him alive.
Go.
Yeah, I got that.
(tires screeching) Don't move! (Briggs) Federal agents! Weapon down, hands on the wheel! (Richard) Take your hands off me! - Regan? - (grunts) Regan? (grunting, gasps) I'm fine.
(gasps) (gun clicking) You killed my wife.
No, I am your wife.
Don't be a hero.
I have your gun.
And this.
Who knows you're here? You killed her.
And then made yourself look like her.
- Flynn - I know what you are.
I've seen one.
I know what's inside you.
No, you don't.
Six years of marriage, you don't know anything about me.
(message alert beep) You told the ETU you found me? Of course I did.
They'll be here any second.
And they'll bust you like we busted McCarthy.
Who's McCarthy? You can stop now.
I already know what a lying sack of shit you are.
Don't fu talk to me like that.
Or what? You'll cry? Fake some other bullshit? You're not my Abby.
I'm as real as she was.
I wanna hurt my baby tonight If he don't come home on time I'm gonna kill my baby tonight This way he'll forever be mine I'm holding your head As your body Sinks into my bed Your eyes fall asleep They blink, they don't see me I'm holding your hand Am I losing my man? I wanna kill my baby tonight If you don't come home on time I wanna kill my baby tonight This way he'll forever be mine (loud thud, woman groans) He's mine.
Go.
You can't leave now.
The O's just tied the game.
(Abby) The night we met at the bar? That was me.
You can't leave now.
The O's just tied the game.
(shoes clattering) Who's your boyfriend downstairs? Your new target? Who is he? (phone ringing) You have reached the voice mail of Richard Seraphin.
(groans) What happened out there? Driver got lucky, got a shot off.
A human driver? They were all human.
What did you do? We'll talk about this later.
(door beeps) (door closes, beeps) We need to proceed with caution.
He has friends in very high places.
And a suitcase full of drug money.
A dangerous combination.
(door beeping) Mr.
Seraphin, my name is Agent Jackson.
Jackson? I thought all Jacksons were singers or ball players.
You were recently in Colombia? If Homeland Security or whoever you are needs to speak with me, you should've made an appointment with my office.
We're not in the business of scheduling appointments.
My attorney may beg to differ.
I'll, uh, need to speak with him now.
That won't be necessary.
(case clatters) You were with a woman today.
I am often with woman.
She gave you this suitcase.
Are you aware of its contents? Who is she? Her name's Erika.
A girlfriend of mine, one of several.
She and that bag of money are none of your damn business.
Oh, it is if you're laundering money for terrorists.
Ooh, there it is.
You have no jurisdiction over me.
If you want to query it out, you can take it up with the White House.
We're gonna need access to whatever accounts this money was intended for.
All of my accounts are sealed.
Diplomatic privileges along with my communications.
I have suffered a criminal assault at the hands of your goons.
By the time your request to access my accounts has been denied, I'll have you and everyone in this building in handcuffs.
(snickering) ETU headquarters, where is it? Why? You gonna bust in there and get your dirty money back? I'll do what I have to.
Where the hell is it? Put your gun down, I'll take you.
So you can lead me into a trap? I don't need a trap.
ETU has your lover boy in custody.
They'll trace the call you just made back to this room.
It'll take 30 or 40 seconds.
(grunting throughout) (glass breaking) (screaming) (glass shattering) (gun fires, Abby screaming) You want more?! Start talking! (keys rattling) (door unlocking, opening) (Flynn) Hey, babe.
I got some Thai food.
Got you that yellow curry you like.
(keys rattle) (gun clatters) "Home is where the Harley is.
" (heavy sigh) (Flynn) Hey.
Wow, hot stuff.
(sighing) What happened to my bag? Guess I was more stressed than I thought.
Sorry.
No, it's these guns.
You don't even know your own strength.
I'll pay for a new one, I promise.
It's just a stupid bag.
- Yeah.
- I don't care about any of this stuff.
Well, except for her.
(laughs) Now I just care about being with you.
You happy to be here, aren't you? Of course I am.
It's just It's hard being away from my old life.
The people back home, everything I ever knew.
Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore.
Come here.
You're the girl who saved my life.
Thank you.
All right, come on.
Give me your best shot.
Let her rip, tiger, come on! Ooh.
That's the best you can do? You have no idea.
Oh, yeah? Come on.
Prove it.
The day you moved in.
The cake.
What did it say? "Home is where the Harley is.
" And it was German chocolate.
I baked it for you myself.
No.
How do I know you didn't transfer Abby's memories to you with some alien mind thing, huh? We can't do that, it's impossible.
So, you can switch bodies and build spaceships but not that.
I was there, Flynn.
I swear.
It was all me.
Hold out your arm.
Hold out your arm.
Don't make me shoot you.
(Flynn grunting) (wavering) Towel, please? (both panting) (kissing) You can touch it.
(snickers) Three months since we met.
How come you never asked me about it? Figured you'd tell me when you were ready.
Most people, it's usually the first thing out of their mouths.
I'm not most people.
No.
You're definitely not.
Afghanistan.
My unit was guarding a supply convoy when we got hit high on both sides.
They forced us into the rocks.
Bastards were fast.
Knew the canyon like the back of their hands 'cause we couldn't hit any of them.
Then they got us.
(taking deep breath) They put us in this pit.
Then they pulled us out one-by-one.
I was the last.
They yanked me out.
Held me down.
Next thing I remember I was getting picked up on the side of the road by some skinny private from Tucson telling me how lucky I was.
I'm so sorry, that's awful.
Ten guys in my unit, and only two of us made it out alive.
It doesn't make any fu sense.
You're a survivor, Flynn.
I only keep on going because of you.
Me too.
You're all I've got.
(kissing) (heavy breathing) I love you.
You shouldn't have come looking for me.
Why didn't you tell me the truth? Think how you would've reacted.
Other Hunters did.
Randall Slavich.
And look what happened to his wife.
I was trying to protect you.
I don't need protection, I need the truth.
Why did you pick me? You're an FBI agent.
- There's thousands of agents.
- You were working narcotics.
So is everyone else in my unit.
Reyes Kevin.
What did you do to him? Nothing.
So help me.
I will splatter your gray guts against that couch and not think twice.
Did you kill my partner? No.
- Did you kill him? - No! But I was stealing information from him on drug investigations.
You and him.
Funneling it to McCarthy.
To build the Hunter drug trade.
Kevin started suspecting.
He started calling me.
Asking questions.
McCarthy killed him to shut him up.
I'm sorry, Flynn.
I'm so sorry.
After we took Emme in, I fell in love with her, too.
That's why I had to see her yesterday.
If you loved her so much then why did you leave? They wanted me out, said I'd "gone native.
" - McCarthy? - Everyone.
But I refused to come in.
I had a family, you and Emme.
I couldn't imagine living without you even if it meant being someone I never really was.
I wanted you more.
I still do.
(clicking) They're here.
They're coming for us.
(clicking) (grunts, clicking) I can hear the Feelers.
Feelers are Hunters? They're Brother servants, his eyes and ears.
They can sense other Hunters.
- Through the walls? - Walls don't stop our language.
That won't stop them either.
Give me my gun.
Fine, you can do it, shoot me.
Right here.
It'll be painful but I'll survive.
They need to think that I put up a fight, and that's how you escaped.
Do it and go.
I could kill you.
You won't.
Do it.
(clicking) Do it.
Why? Why did the Hunters target me? And don't give me that FBI bullshit.
Why? Because you lived when you should've died.
Do it.
(clicking) Shoot me, do it.
I lied about Kevin.
I'm the one who killed him.
You said it was McCarthy.
Your friend, your partner.
He begged for his life, and I shot him in the face.
It was lies, all of it.
Your hands on me, having you inside me.
I hated every second.
I never loved you.
I used you.
(whispers) Do it.
Do it.
- Do it! - (gunshot) (clicking) (clicking) (high pitched clicks) (Abby sobbing) Our NSA contacts won't touch Seraphin because he's IMF.
Now what? Do we contain him? No, no, we need to get it out of him directly, bank accounts, passwords, whatever we can.
If he's laundering money for the Hunters Then he's in contact with their leadership.
- Brother Number Four.
- Mm.
The woman he was with might be a go-between.
And given Flynn's call this morning, I have an idea who that might be.
(door beeps) We've found a paper trail (door closes) linking your Colombian connection to a terrorist organization.
Oh, here's me thinking this coffee was the start of my apology.
Is this Erika? Have you ever noticed anything unusual on her skin? Like this, perhaps? I don't know what that is.
Well, that's a skin condition that, uh, members of their species get.
Species? These are, are fake.
This, this is absurd.
See, I don't know what kind of game you're play (Jackson, distorted) This is what you've been sleeping with.
And these things that you've been laundering money for, they're (sighs) (Richard) What did you do to me? Richard Can I call you Richard? You gave me something in my coffee.
I need access to all of your records.
Bank accounts, your emails.
I need all your passwords.
And I need them now.
Here, take these.
Now, there you go.
And in a bizarre turn of events, Richard Seraphin, the Director for Global Asset Management for the International Monetary Fund who was reported missing yesterday is currently undergoing medical assessment.
Seraphin was picked up by DC police this morning claiming he'd been taken prisoner by a secret government organization and had been sleeping with an alien sex spy.
Scopolamine in his coffee? Elicits hallucinations and confessions.
Straight from the company playbook.
Hidden history of mental illness.
Ellsberg was before your time.
Nixon's finest hour.
I know my U.
S.
history.
(Jackson) Carroll and Abby? She's gone again with the wind.
You let her escape? I don't know.
There was blood in the hotel room.
- Hunter blood? - Mm.
Gone before local PD got there? Spick-and-span, won't be your Watergate.
I'll start sorting through the Seraphin intel with Jules.
Mm.
A sum of money that large can only be controlled from the top.
Brother Number Four.
Find me the link.
How's her arm? It'll be fine.
Must've been quite a hit.
I bounce back.
You gave yourself the treatment.
The urges haven't stopped.
I understand that, but the treatment makes you vulnerable.
I don't care.
Well, you should, this unit needs you.
To be a weapon.
Do you really believe that's the only reason you're here? I'm not like the other Hunters, I'm not an animal.
Of course you're not.
And I'm not your pet either.
Or your toy solder or your experiment.
I care about your safety, your well-being, and I've always tried to treat you as if you were one of my One of my own.
You're an Elder at your temple.
You and your family attend service every Sunday.
Your faith and your family are the most important things in your life.
But you've never once asked me to come with you because I'm not human.
My soul isn't worth saving.
That is, if you really think I have one.
Allison, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were interested.
Don't worry about it.
You've got your faith to soothe you.
I've got a machine.
You didn't call back.
(grunts) I couldn't, not right away.
Did you see her? (sighing) No.
She never showed up, Emme, I'm sorry.
I didn't lie.
I know.
I believe you, but that wasn't the Abby we knew.
But it was.
It wasn't.
She's gone, Emme.
We have to let her go.
Both of us.
I don't believe it.
That's normal.
That's the first stage of grief.
And then what? Then it's anger.
Or or bargaining.
I don't remember.
There are seven stages - I better look it up.
- Yeah.
I need to get this right for her.
I found it.
Kübler-Ross stages of grief.
Will you memorize these with me? There aren't seven stages, there's five.
Number one.
Denial.
Number two: anger.
Number three bargaining.
Number four: depression.
Number five Acceptance.
(clicking) My Feelers, you have returned to your Brother.
(clicking) You found her.
Show me.
(clicking and indistinct whispering) (choking, coughing)