Clearance, this is November 207.
Ready to copy IFR to Washington Dulles.
USM 207, Clearance Delivery.
Clear to Washington Dulles. Fly runway heading.
Holy shit. What was that?
Help! Help!
November 207 engine fire. Requesting immediate vectors for landing.
Get me out of here!
- Hey, bud. - Hey.
- What's up? Can't sleep? - Yeah.
We didn't get to see it.
Well, you know, the northern lights don't go away.
Gives you and me a reason to come back next year.
Yeah.
Dad.
Run. Run, run!
We're losing pressure. We gotta get down.
Pressure equalizing. Air speed stable.
Two thousand feet.
Heading down. Brace for impact.
- Morning, Bob. - Morning, Frank.
Keep on going.
Holy fuck.
Hey, honey.
What do you say, you and I grab lunch at the Chowder House today?
I wish. I'm working a double.
Oh, and I found your long johns.
Okay, well, I could bring lunch to you.
They were in the wash that I asked you to dry last night.
Hey, Luke, come on. You're late.
Can we make curfew 12:30 tonight?
- You know nothing good happens… - Happens after midnight.
I know, but it's homecoming game, and everyone's going to Devon's after.
- I don't wanna be the only one not going. - He's got a point.
It's okay if it's okay with your dad. But not a minute later, all right?
Go, come on. You're late.
So, that's a big N-O for lunch?
What is it with you and lunch already?
And why are you smiling like that? Are you having a stroke?
We got the cabin.
They accepted our offer.
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my God.
When did he call?
He didn't. He texted me this morning.
And we're really doing this?
I mean, come on, I think it's meant to be.
How exactly are we paying for all of this?
I'll sell my truck.
My right arm. My left nut.
Come on.
That's what Tom wants to talk about over lunch.
Okay. And work?
- What about work? - Well, this will be a huge distraction.
The town's been as quiet as a smile since before I can remember.
I can't do this forever. I'm getting old.
Need to start thinking about the future.
Marshals are your family.
And they'll continue to be.
It's not gonna happen overnight, but…
I mean, the timing feels right.
Luke's doing better.
He hasn't had a nightmare for months.
You and I are on solid ground, so…
- Yeah. - It's your turn.
You mean that?
You've been yabbering on about owning a bed-and-breakfast
since we were teenagers.
I mean, come on.
Do I mean that?
It's what you want. It's what we want. It's what I want.
Yes.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Did I do good?
- You did good. Yeah. - Did I do good?
All right.
Got your favorite, big guy. Nutty Long John with frosting.
None of that custard nonsense.
- Someone's in a good mood. - Morning, Jane.
How's the back?
Not any better, but thanks for reminding me.
You only brought doughnuts because you know I'm still juicing.
Annie's not gonna know. Come on.
Annie knows everything.
- Got a chocolate one in there for me? - Yeah.
What are you guys doing here?
Well, Nora and I learned how to play hopscotch,
so, she painted me a special rock to practice with.
She did not.
And Mommy was bouncing off the walls, about to lose her mind,
so we decided to get a coffee
and drop off Daddy's special rock at work, huh?
This is so cool. Did you paint this?
My daddy loves hopscotch.
Yeah, you know what else Daddy loves?
Doughnuts.
- Yes, he does. He loves them. - No.
Daddy doesn't want a doughnut, no. Because if Daddy loses two more pounds,
Mommy's got a surprise waiting for him in the bedroom.
Say, "Bye, Daddy."
Bye, Daddy. Love you.
Bye.
Bye, girls.
- Hello? Hey, Tom. - Give me my rock.
- Yep. - Here you go. Put it away.
Frank.
Morning, Frank.
- Morning, Hutch. - Where?
Did you bring your wallet with those doughnuts?
- Why? - You owe me 20 bucks.
- Oh, shit. She didn't show up for court? - Nope.
Frank, that was the fire chief.
He says there's smoke up north, but they can't get a visual.
He was hoping you can take the chopper and get eyes.
Let's check it out.
Hopscotch? Really?
Saw it on Sesame Street.
You know, Donnie, even if you don't lose two pounds,
you'll always be my Snuffleupagus.
Holy shit.
- Is that… - Hey, Fred.
Put us down close to this.
- We got a live one! - Ambush.
- Huh? - Ambush.
Do not back that chopper!
- Come on, get him up! Get him up! - Come on!
Let's go! Go!
Don't fucking move!
Just shoot him!
Drop that shit!
Come on, Hutch. Let's get him back to the chopper.
- Come on, Donnie. - Let's go.
- Come on. Get up, Donnie. - Come on.
Donnie, get up! Come on, get him up!
Back up!
Come on, get up.
Back up!
Back up. Back up.
I can't see!
Get the fuck up. Come on.
Back to the chopper! Let's go!
Let's go! Get to the chopper. Come on.
- Let's go, let's go! Let's go. - Come on. Come on!
Get in the chopper! Get in the fucking chopper.
Let's go. Fred, let's just go.
Let's go! Let's go!
Come on. Don, you okay? Lets go! Let's go now.
Let's go! Come on.
Atwater's down.
- When did this happen? - Under an hour ago.
- ACARS? Datalinks? - All unresponsive.
Good. Find out what the NRO knows.
I'll have Nouri put a team in place once we get a body count…
I don't think you understand. The operation is still active.
You said the plane was down.
Communications didn't break until after impact.
We have reason to believe there are survivors.
- Shit. So we're exposed. - The FAA's still in the dark.
You need to bring in Scofield.
Okay, that's a terrible idea.
We are outside the law here.
Scofield has insight. Access.
Hell, she created Havlock.
As far as I'm concerned, this is her mess.
So you find whatever bed or bottle she's in and bring her here.
Aunt Sidney, you came!
Of course I came.
Do you really think I'd miss the biggest birthday party of the year?
- Where's the cake? - Tye split his lip on the stairs.
- You gotta come see. - No way!
You're giving her a fish?
Good to see you too, sis.
Zoe and her dad volunteer for PETA.
Why would you bring her an exotic fish that was stolen from the wild?
It's just a fish.
Three, four, five. Go!
What's going on with the case?
You know I can't talk about work.
Nathan says they're gonna refer you to the inspector general.
Who told him that?
He said that if you're charged, you could go to prison for treason.
One, two, three, four, five. Looks like…
Agent Scofield?
Maybe.
Ma'am, you need to come with us.
It's about the Atwater Protocol.
Your father was a good man, Sid.
We miss him too.
Why am I here?
We grabbed his ass outside Khabarovsk, 20K's north of the Chinese border.
State kept things under wraps while our teams mobilized.
We flew him to a base in Alaska, then moved him to a covert transport.
That's when things went tits up.
The mission was run as a black op.
The Division determined a JPATS transport provided optimal cover.
Neither the marshals nor the pilots had mission details.
You rerouted a prison transport through Alaska to pick up Havlock?
It was Level Four.
Even the Chief Master Sergeant at Eielson's still in the dark.
The problem is the plane lost radar contact at 0700.
Satellite images indicate there are survivors,
which means Havlock is in play.
Sounds like you have a problem.
It's our problem, Sidney.
No. Wrong. You pushed me out.
Well, now I need you back.
Come on!
Come on, come on, come on.
Everyone, circle up.
We have a downed plane two miles south from here.
It is a transport.
Twin jets, so it's probably big enough to seat about a hundred detainees.
- What do you mean "detainees"? - It's a JPATS plane.
Justice Prisoner Alien Transportation.
It was used to move inmates around the country to court dates, trials…
We got convicts down there?
A lot worse than that. These are federal inmates.
Foreign, domestic, male, female, armed, violent and dangerous.
So assume for some, this is gonna be their one shot at freedom.
Now with every minute that passes, our problems multiply.
The first thing I wanna do is lock down the valley.
Close the Steese in both directions.
We need a command post.
You know, somewhere with water, power, enough room for air transport.
- The Yukon River Camp on highway 11. - No, too far. What else?
How about the old Empire Cement factory? Mile off six.
- Let's make that happen. Okay. - Okay.
And someone call the hospital.
Tell them to initiate emergency protocol.
Okay, tell 'em…
tell 'em they got a tidal wave of trouble coming their way.
Guess lunch with Frank has to wait.
Why, what's going on?
There was an accident.
Some kind of prison transport.
Dr. Lin says we're rolling triage.
Talking about locking down the third floor.
Frank, are you all right? What's going on? They said there was an accident.
A JPATS went down.
Donnie's been hurt. We're waiting on the medevac now.
- What do you mean hurt? - Hang on.
I got the manifest from your office.
I need photos. Come on, I need photos.
Have HQ send us dossiers with next of kin, criminal records.
I got to identify the dead.
- Right. - I need photos.
- Frank, talk to me. What happened? - Donnie's been stabbed.
So somebody needs to let Annie know. He's gonna be headed your way soon.
Okay. And what about you? Are you all right?
Is Luke in any danger?
Luke's safe. He's at school. I'm fine.
Just wish I had my long johns on.
Look, honey, I'm gonna have to go. I'll call you when I can.
- Frank? - Yeah.
Be careful, all right? And stay safe until the cavalry gets there.
Honey, we are the cavalry.
The Supervisory Deputy in Alaska is Frank Remnick.
Tell him as little as possible, but don't shut him off.
We have no jurisdiction there.
This cowpoke is the gatekeeper.
What's our angle?
The guy's Captain of Bumfuck, Alaska, born and bred.
He did six years in Chicago in a fugitive task force,
but he couldn't stomach the city.
He got reassigned back to the icebox,
and since then, he has fired a service weapon twice in five years.
Not a death on his watch.
He's never faced anything like this.
So he's gonna doubt himself.
Exploit their vulnerability.
Make him understand that he needs your help.
Best friends, got it.
Who's my babysitter at the Bureau?
Couple agents out of Anchorage. Bolton and Shaw.
They've been briefed.
- They'll wait for you on the ground. - He's on the line.
Remember, we need him.
If the marshals box us out, this thing turns into a big-shit black hole.
Mr. Remnick, Sidney Scofield.
I believe the Anchorage field office told you that I would be reaching out.
They did. They just weren't real clear on who you work for.
Understandable. It's complex.
I work for a multiagency task force.
Is that code for clandestine?
I'm working on getting you
the unclassified version of what's unfolding. I--
The marshals run the JPATS, not the CIA.
I can't discuss that on an unsecured line, but what I can tell you is,
I'm headed your way to brief you on the situation
and to provide you with resources.
Until then, I need you to do whatever it takes to secure the perimeter.
Can you do that?
Miss Scofield, this is Alaska.
There is no perimeter.
- Boo! - Hey!
Hey.
Hey, you bring your coat?
It's in my locker. What are we doing?
We're ditching the pep rally.
Why?
It's a surprise, okay? Come on.
Good morning, Huskies.
Principal Kenagy here with an important announcement.
I've been told that the police are responding to a disturbance
in the surrounding area,
and Officer Marks with the Alaska State Troopers
is here to address the situation.
Thank you, Principal Kenagy.
So as stated, we are working to contain a situation up on the Yukon Flats.
Now, you are safe here, but out of an abundance of caution,
we are placing the school in a soft lockdown.
And sadly that also means tonight's game against North Star
and tomorrow night's homecoming dance will have to be rescheduled.
Go Huskies.
Marshal Granger. I owe you my life.
Frank Remnick, Supervisory Deputy. How you feelin'?
You find the others? You can't leave them.
Three marshals are dead.
Plus one of the pilots.
Eighteen others are MIA.
All right, so you think they're dead?
It's 15 degrees, so it doesn't look good.
Val, can you give us a moment?
Thank you.
Listen, you're on a medevac to Fairbanks.
Right.
But before you go, I need to know what happened up there.
An inmate got loose and sabotaged the plane.
Which one?
I don't know. We diverted. Made an unscheduled pickup.
Diverted where?
- I think it was an air base… - An air base. Where?
- Middle of nowhere. - How far from the west coast?
- I don't know. - Okay. It's okay.
Just tell me what you physically saw.
He was hooded.
Restrained.
They called him "Havlock."
They said he was high-priority and off-book.
And you still loaded him?
No.
Not with the others. We put him in the back.
- On whose authority did you… - We strapped him in, which we never do.
It's against protocol to secure an inmate.
But this guy, it's like he knew.
He knew what?
That we were never gonna stop him.
This guy, he was smarter than anyone else.
He just felt that he knew the moment his feet hit the ground,
he was gonna be a free man.
- Frank. Medevac's here. - All right, just give me a moment.
Just so I'm clear,
you're telling me your JPATS made an unscheduled stop,
picked up a con who wasn't on the manifest,
who wasn't on our authority,
- and nobody asked any questions? - Yeah. Yeah.
Frank, they gotta go.
I'm telling you.
This guy brought down the plane.
What the hell was that about?
I don't know.
Get someone to go with him and get a statement.
How's Donnie?
Hey.
I heard you stabilized the bleeding.
Got lucky today.
I hear we both did. Congrats.
The cabin.
Tom told me last night at poker.
I'm happy for you and Sarah.
You pulled off what every marshal dreams of.
What's that, Don?
Surviving?
Going home to your wife in the end?
Careful out there.
You're almost home.
All right. Listen up. The crews coming in from out of town.
I wanna welcome you to the territory of Lower Tanana people,
also known as the Fairbanks North Star Borough.
Treat our community with respect, you'll get it in like kind.
Now, Marshal Remnick and I have prepared this briefing, but understand this,
we are piecing together information in real time.
Mug shots and jackets are still filtering in from BOP,
so once we get them, you'll get them.
What we do know is that there were 52 inmates on board this flight,
23 are dead, 11 are captured,
which means 18 inmates are still missing or on the move.
All right, more intel is coming in by the minute.
So let's get on social,
let's share information but let's do it quick, people, okay.
We're losing eight minutes of light a day.
If we don't find them now, we are gonna be doing it in the dark.
All right, thank you.
Mr. Remnick?
Yeah.
We spoke on the phone. Sidney Scofield.
Frank.
Mr. Remnick's my dad.
Right, Frank.
So, what can you tell us about this situation?
We'll know more once we locate the black box, but the short version is,
the aircraft was rerouted as part of a covert op involving a non-state actor.
That's all you can tell me?
My team's drafting a brief which you should have within the hour.
Right now, DOJ is pressing for an audit of all passengers,
dead, detained, and those still missing.
Right, and we can do that, but see,
I guess what I don't understand is why was the CIA using a JPATS plane?
- Classified, but it'll be in the brief. - Doesn't make sense.
All transports run through the marshals
and yet we weren't notified about any kind of operation.
- I know you have a lot of questions… - Yeah.
…and I'm gonna try to answer all of them,
but right now we are juggling multiple agencies, so it's messy.
Is this everyone you've recovered?
So far.
Debris field goes back a mile, maybe more.
Some hell of a hat.
You're a pilot, Frank.
You've seen the debris field.
This an accident or this smell like bullshit to you?
This is bullshit.
I mean, this far north, where they headed?
This one was strangled.
Petechiae. Hyoid was snapped.
I'm gonna need to speak to those inmates in custody.
Yeah, you thinking Havlock did this?
What was that?
That's who you're looking for, right? Havlock?
Where'd you hear that name?
There was a marshal who survived the crash.
Havlock the one you picked up at the air base?
I need to see that marshal.
They wouldn't have rerouted the flight. They don't have the authority.
- Any mission details will be… - In the briefing. You already said that.
Look, I'm asking some basic questions, and you're giving me a word salad.
Let's talk at base camp.
Let's talk about my friend who nearly died this morning,
going into hospital right now.
Got a wife and a little kid.
Please understand that I can't legally talk about mission details without…
You don't got to give me an okey doke, okay?
I can see what's going on.
I'm looking for 18 prisoners, and the CIA is looking for one.
You know, there's plenty going on here that I don't understand,
but I'll tell you one thing I do know, I know this place.
And it is unforgiving.
And hell, if the elements or the wildlife don't get you,
18 hours of darkness surely will.
People up here are different.
Many don't have phones. Most of them have guns.
And I took an oath to protect them.
I take that oath seriously.
I wanna be clear about one thing.
If you put this secret of yours
before the lives and the safety of the people in this community,
you and I are gonna have a problem.
- Mr. Remnick… - That's my father.
Right. Frank.
Cards on the table, Frank.
I don't wanna be here,
and I'm not in the mood to protect the people who sent me.
So, tell me, what is it that you wanna know?
Let's start with Havlock.
Three years ago,
rumors began to swirl about a mole in the deepest corners of the CIA.
An ideological defector selling secrets,
not for profit,
but as part of a campaign to destabilize and destroy the American government.
His intel was so timely,
so damaging that the DOJ launched a multiagency task force to find him
but the truth is this turncoat isn't a threat at all.
He's a bogeyman created by the CIA
as part of a covert op dubbed the Atwater Protocol.
The agency created a handful of these defectors who leaked intel
in order to draw out enemies so they could be terminated.
One was Levi Taylor Hartman.
Code name, Havlock.
I was tasked with weaponizing the alpha geek
and bringing the program back to life.
I trained Havlock in weapons, language and flat-out butchery.
For the last two years,
Havlock used intel as bait
to lure out and dispatch targets in Europe and the Far East.
It was perfect until last month when the myth became real.
Havlock vanished.
Classified intel vanished with him.
For some reason, our good guy flipped and made the story real.
Two days ago, he was captured along the Sino-Russian border.
The CIA was bringing him home
when he fell from the sky and landed in your backyard.
But I guarantee you, whatever Havlock is planning,
making a jailbreak at 30,000 feet is only the beginning.
You looking for this, crinky?
Here you go.
You know, I've been thinking about your guy Havlock and that plane.
How did he do it? You think he had help?
What kinda help?
- Well… - What is this?
That's a potato Spam chowder.
Sort of a northern delicacy.
Wow. Yummy.
Of course, my grandma's was the best.
Though she did steal Ramy Blackjack's recipe from the church cookbook.
Come on. You're gonna need it.
I try to avoid meats I can't identify.
Do you have a salad?
We don't do salad.
And Spam is pork.
I mean, come on. I mean, think about it.
Somebody had to help him get those explosives on board.
There's no other way.
Excuse me. I gotta take this.
Yep?
- I'll be right back. - All right, thank you.
Is Donnie okay?
They found internal bleeding. He's in emergency surgery. I'm headed there now.
Oh, Jesus.
Hey, have you heard from Luke? He's not answering his cell.
No, Luke's fine. He's safe. He's in lockdown at school.
Look, you take care of Donnie.
- I'll take care of Luke. - Okay.
Hi, Jane. Look, it's me. Listen, I need a favor.
When they evacuate the school, can you pick up Luke and keep him with you?
- Consider it done. - Great.
How's Donnie?
Donnie's not good. He's going into surgery.
Look, I'll keep you posted, okay?
Bye.
Sarah your wife?
Yeah, she is.
How are you doing?
I'd be better if I could see.
Yeah.
I'm in good hands.
You are.
Can I ask, the other marshals, you find them?
They okay?
No! No.
No.
I'm so sorry.
How could you let this happen, Frank?
Gone! He's gone!
He's gone!
He's gone. He's gone.
I'm scared.
Scared for us.
For Luke.
No, Luke's fine.
I spoke to Jane. She's gonna pick him up from school.
That's not what I mean and you know it.
I put us back together once. I can't…
I can't do that again.
I took an oath.
You also made a promise to me,
to your son.
I mean, look at Luke.
He's off his meds. He's himself again.
And you. Christ, look at you.
You can… you can walk, you can talk.
I mean, have you forgotten what you went through?
Not for one second.
This will consume you.
I can see it.
I'm seeing it already.
But it doesn't have to be your fight, babe.
You've given 18 years to the marshals.
Your family, we…
we need you.
Yeah.
I…
I went home at lunch and I put your long johns in the dryer.
What would I do without you?
You would probably freeze to death.
Definitely.
Either that or starve.
- Yeah? - We got something.
Okay. I'm on my way.
Gotta go.
DOT called.
Weather Service out of Anchorage
is reporting an open signal from one of its observers.
Could be an SOS.
But where's it broadcasting from?
They said the tower south of Venetie.
Six observers have a contract with Weather Service.
We talked to five of them. The only one that we haven't reached is…
Zeb Webber.
Who's Zeb Webber?
I mean, Hutch, that's gotta be 20 miles from the crash site.
I mean, come on, could a guy get that far that fast on foot?
My guy could. Who's Zeb Webber?
He's an old dog driver.
He's a hermit even by Alaskan standards.
He lives on his family's homestead, runs the sled teams.
You're telling me there's an outpost with a radio
and sled dogs 20 miles from the crash site?
That's my guy.
What did you do?
We're fine.
We're not fine. We're stuck.
Does your phone work?
We're gonna have to walk.
This is so cool.
Is this the cabin your parents bought?
Still no cell signal.
What about the landline?
Disconnected.
This cabin's been for sale since June.
My dad's gonna lose his shit.
You planned this for us?
Yeah. This is the surprise.
We hike in from here. The cabin's a half a mile over that ridge.
What the hell? This thing's sticking.
- What? - Gun, it's sticking.
You didn't leave it inside, did you?
- No. - Condensation freezes.
Yeah, I know.
It's that or you're using a mineral-based lubricant.
Either way, I don't got a spare, so…
Give him your weapon.
Right. Funny. Good luck.
He's a federal agent assisting US marshals on a raid.
You're CIA with no legal jurisdiction to be here.
- Give him your weapon. - Or what? You gonna arrest me?
Fine.
But I'm not staying back.
I'm sure you can handle yourself.
You all right, Zeb? Where is he?
Hutch!
Go, go, go, go.
- Shaw. - I'm good.
Don't fucking move!
- Back it up. - Don't move!
- Put the weapon down! - I'll shoot him, I swear to God.
Okay, keep it calm!
- Put the weapon down! - I'm not going back.
Nice and easy.
- You need to shoot him, Frank. - Tell her to shut the fuck up.
Okay, you can see you're surrounded.
My only job is to bring you in safely.
To do that, I need you to put that weapon down.
He'll kill your hostage!
Pull the fucking trigger!
I can protect you.
Okay? You're important, I know that.
That's why she's here.
Put the gun down.
Let's just you and I talk.
Get it off!
Zeb, call the dog off.
Zeb, call it off.
Zeb, call your fucking dog off!
Call it off.
It's not Havlock.
You said you pulled three more bodies from the wreckage?
Over there.
Agent Bolton's clinging to life, but our inmate didn't make it.
You want money for flowers?
This is not a joke, okay.
I get paid to bring these men in alive. I got a federal inmate dead
because of you.
Can I see your files on the crew?
Hey. Did you hear me?
Yeah.
This inmate, we saw him before. Petechiae…
- suggests strangulation. - So?
But there's no bruising on his wrists.
If he was cuffed and he fought back, there would be marks.
They ganged up on him. These prisoners were gutting each other.
Yeah, except this guy wasn't a prisoner.
What?
Granger? No.
No, I talked to Granger. He told me about the crash.
Marshal Granger.
Frank Remnick.
I need to know what happened up there.
An inmate got loose and sabotaged the plane.
Which one?
He was hooded.
Restrained.
They called him "Havlock."
They said he was high-priority and off-book.
This guy was smarter than anyone else.
He just felt that he knew the moment his feet hit the ground, he'd be a free man.
Thank you.
- Pushing pills is my job. - No, I don't mean that.
You and Frank have done more for me than you know.
Well, you won't be so grateful
once Dr. Wright starts poking on that leg of yours.
- Frank? - Hey, Sarah. Thank God. Listen to me.
Listen to me. The guard we brought in.
- Yeah? - Okay, Granger.
- What about him? - Granger. Okay.
He's not a guard. He's a prisoner. A prisoner.
Get out of the building and notify the nearest police officer, okay?
I'm on my way.
Sarah?
- Did you find Sarah? - No.
- Well, tell me at least you have a lead. - No.
Hold on, Frank, it's about Luke.
What about Luke?
We don't know where he is. He left.
The school pulled CCTV footage,
and he ditched out with Kira Moore after lunch.
Let's see if we can locate his phone, all right.
I'm pulling up to the school to this press conference thing right now.
- Okay, I'm on it. - All right.
We had an agreement.
No more secrets. You lied.
Frank, calm down.
You didn't think to show me a picture of this guy?
I've seen his face, Sidney. I could've identified him.
Maybe you didn't want me to.
- That's ridiculous. - Maybe you know what he's doing.
- Maybe you know what he's planning. - You're upset.
Hey, what do you know? What do you know?
I know that right now Havlock's out there executing a plan.
I know he's two steps ahead, which puts us two miles behind.
You're hiding something from me.
All right, you tell me. Why is it you wanna get to this guy before I do?
Why?
They're gonna kill him.
The CIA want me to bring him home so they can execute him,
and when they're finished with him,
they're gonna bury me too because they think I'm a part of it.
So if I can get to Havlock first, if I can deliver him to the FBI,
they can help me prove the truth, and I can get my life back.
Fucking your life.
You can get your life back.
We're gonna find her, Frank.
No, we are not gonna do anything.
I told you,
if your secret put lives in danger, you and I were gonna have a problem.
My best friend is dead,
my son is still missing, and my wife has been taken…
- Frank, I get it. You're upset. - Mr. Remnick!
Alaska is my jurisdiction.
Your turncoat is in my forest with my wife endangering lives I swore to protect.
So I don't give a fuck if I have to put that plane back together
one piece at a time,
I'm gonna find your guy and whatever else it is you're hiding.
But you and I, we're done.
If you'll excuse me,
I have a press conference to deliver and a manhunt to conduct.
- Frank. - Yeah.
- We're dark. - What does that mean?
We think we've lost a base station.
Multiple providers. Internet and cell service is all gone.
Hey, Sid. You there?
Yeah, of course you're there.
Guess who?
Anyway, I'm safe and sound on the ground already making plans.
But you know that, don't you, Sid?
You know I'm not calling to talk to you.
I'm calling to talk to you, Frank.
I'm sorry to put you in the middle of all this.
You see, Sidney and I, we have a…
How do I say it? A sordid history.
But there's plenty of blame to go around.
Point is, I don't trust anyone in the CIA.
But you're a Boy Scout amongst thieves, Frank.
I trust you.
I trust you because I've spent some time with your wife.
I like her.
That's why she's still alive, Frank.
And because she's still alive, tucked away safely, you're in my debt.
So I'm gonna be calling in a few favors.
You're my conduit, Frank.
Gonna get to know each other way better than we'd want.
And what we're gonna do together,
it's gonna change the world.