[Frank] My name is Frank Remnick.
R-E-M-N-I-C-K.
I'm the Supervisory Deputy US Marshal for the District of Alaska
and I'm gonna be briefly addressing the situation
- unfolding in the Yukon Flats-- - A bit louder.
Won't be taking any questions.
So, at roughly 0700 yesterday morning,
a narrow-body jet aircraft made a crash landing
24 miles north of Eagle Summit
and 14 miles northwest of Circle.
Now, we estimate the debris field spans two miles.
Details are scarce at the moment,
but what I can confirm is that this aircraft was a JPATS prison transport
moving 52 federal inmates across the country
along with a further eight security staff.
We're still trying to account for survivors,
but there are survivors, and they are dangerous.
The marshals, along with the Fairbanks PD and Alaska State Troopers,
are working to contain the situation which is developing.
Now, as I'm sure you're all aware,
cellular and data communications are down across the Tanana Valley,
which is why we're asking local print and media to get the word out.
Notify the public.
You know, please avoid the crash site.
If you can stay inside, please do, okay?
And stay away from strangers.
You know, I understand there are a lot of hard miles
between Fairbanks and the crash site, but, uh…
these are dangerous federal inmates
who are not afraid to take property or hostages.
So let's lock up, batten down and stay safe. Okay?
- That's all. - [reporter] Frank, wait.
- What about your wife? Was Sarah taken? - Can you tell us who was on the radio?
- [reporters clamoring] - Who was on the radio?
- Give it! - Give it back.
- It's my turn! - You're such an asshole!
Hey! Watch your language.
Jake, give him… [sighs]
Rum-Rum, can you please stop with the radio?
You said to find the weather.
- Why do you have to be so annoying? - Hey! Can you two stop it back there?
Lara! [screams]
- [children clamoring] - Lock the doors!
[fugitive] No, no, no. No. Listen.
Let me in!
[Lara] Get away or I'll shoot.
-I said get away. -[panting]
[fugitive] The police.
- I've got money. Take the cash. - [Rum-Rum] What is he doing?
- [fugitive] Please. Take it. - [child] Holy shit…
- It's all yours. I swear. - …that's a lot of money.
I won't hurt you. Please.
Take me to the police.
[theme song playing]
[sirens wailing]
[wind whistling]
[agent] Havlock abducted the marshal's wife?
Damn it, Sid. Remnick is the gatekeeper of that cow town.
We need him helping you and not out hunting for his wife.
He's gonna use the wife as leverage. Make a ransom request.
- That could help us. - Sid,
I am briefing the Assistant AG for National Security in under an hour.
- I need results, not strategies. - Why was he on that transport?
Why not send Havlock to Humphreys?
South Korea and Japan are a lot fucking closer than Alaska.
Why bring him home?
[agent] You know I cannot discuss details.
This is about the breach.
[agent] Our analysts confirmed he accessed the Agency's database
through one of our backup servers.
[Sidney] Why? What was he looking for?
Not looking. Found.
Havlock took a classified file known as "Archive 6."
[Sidney] Archive 6?
What is Archive 6?
It's our playbook.
It's an inventory of every enemy we've had terminated with lethal action
under the Atwater Protocol, including pending and current targets.
So he's coming after the Agency?
If the archive is exposed,
if he trades it or sells it, the fallout will be catastrophic.
You gotta find him, Sid.
Find Havlock.
- [Frank] Hey. Hey. - Find the Archive or--
- I gotta call you back. - [Frank] Yeah, you gotta call me back.
Now you need to start fucking talking right now.
Right… Right now, okay?
Why is he here, and why does he have my wife?
- This wasn't my mission. - This isn't a fucking mission, okay?
This is my life. My wife, the person I love most in the world,
- has been taken, and I want to know why. - [sighs]
Because the CIA fucked up.
The op to bring Havlock home went south.
And I'm here to clean it up.
You're gonna clean it up, are you? Yeah? You told me to shoot him.
You tried to kill him yourself.
- He said he doesn't trust you. - We're spies. We lie.
Oh, so I shouldn't believe you either, is that it?
- Listen, if you wanna doubt my loyalty… - Huh?
…get in line, but I can guarantee you
I'm the only shot you have at getting your wife back.
Then tell me, okay? What do we do now?
Right now. What do we do?
- We wait for him to make contact. - You want me to wait?
We offer an exchange. Your wife is leverage.
He's not gonna hurt her.
And you know this how? Huh?
Oh, that's right.
You're the one that trained him.
You don't have to like me to accept my help.
But you need my help.
Start with the cell tower, okay? We know he was there.
Set a perimeter.
Issue a BOLO for Sarah's car.
We lost Donnie to this son of a bitch, Hutch.
I'm not gonna lose my wife.
- All right, you good? - Yeah.
- All right. Do it. - Where are you headed to?
I'm gonna get this party started.
The tip line's up. NTSB's on-site.
Also, I spoke to Ganz, he's working with AT&T to get us a mobile tower.
- Good. Anything from Havlock? - Nothing yet,
- but we're monitoring the radios. - Stay off channel two.
- It was channel two last time. Okay? - Yeah.
Supervisory Deputy Remnick?
Deputy Marshal Steven Cole.
- Seattle Fugitive Task Force. - Nice.
Listen, you point the way, you let us hunt.
It's not that simple. We need ATVs, we need snow machines.
We need to truck it all in.
We don't have running water or cell coverage, let alone fuel.
[sighs] Shit, I thought you cowboys all rode horses.
Yeah. Jane, this is Cole. Cole, Jane.
Listen, actually there is something you can do for me.
Uh, can you pull everything we have on an inmate named Henry Dale Sickler?
- Sickler? Copy. - Yeah.
- He a high priority? - Well, not anymore. He turned himself in.
He surrendered himself to a lady this morning. Paid her cash.
Okay. One less shitbag to, uh, look for.
He could have killed her, taken the truck and fled.
He didn't. Let's just pull his abstract.
Let's make sure we're not missing anything, all right? And welcome.
- Copy. Hey, Frank? - Yeah?
Heard about your wife.
She's in my prayers.
We're gonna ruin the son of a bitch who took her.
Stay off channel two.
Got it.
Jane,
how the fuck are we gonna feed all these people?
[sighs]
- Frank. - Oh. Yep.
- [sighs] - Erin, so sorry I had to send a car.
- No, please. I haven't slept all night. - No, I get it.
- You heard from the kids? - No, we haven't.
But we confirmed from the school that they left together.
- [mouthing words] Oh, my God. - We're gonna trace their cell phones.
- How is this even happening? - I don't know.
The last thing we heard was they stopped for fuel
- on the Old Nenana Highway. - Yep.
- Oh, fuck, I know where they're going. - Your cabin?
- Yeah. How do you know about that? - The whole town knows, Frank.
It's okay. If anything, they would've got there…
They left at noon, they would've got there before the storm set in.
So that's why they haven't called.
Jane, can you send a brownshirt up there?
Frank! It's Sarah.
We have a lead. They were at your house.
Where is she, huh? What's going on? Where is she?
Your neighbor saw him in the driveway. It was him.
Frank, you gotta see this.
Looks like he was making a recording.
Probably with demands or proof of life.
But the tape's missing.
We think that he got into your computer to access the marshals' database.
The flight's passenger manifest.
And he also went through your personal things.
Your clothing, your gun safe.
[whispers] Fuck.
Everyone out. Come on, everyone out.
[Shaw] Clear it out.
You stay.
All right, they were here. All night. Why?
He's gearing up. For a journey.
He could have taken anyone's clothes, anyone's weapons. Why mine?
And why make a recording and not leave a tape?
He's watching you, Frank.
He wants to understand you. He wants to…
see what's important to you. How you react.
That hers?
Yeah, she wore it as a necklace.
[sighs]
It's fake.
I proposed to her when I was broke. I wanted to put a real one on,
but she would never let me take out a loan for a rock.
[Sidney] We'll find the tape. We'll find your wife.
I promise she's safe.
Hmm.
And I wish I believed you.
[sighs]
[device beeping]
[breathing shakily]
Frank, hi.
Hi. Um…
He, uh…
[sighs] He has demands.
[microwave beeping]
You know this a crime scene.
Yeah, I'm hungry.
Yeah, you could be eating evidence.
Mmm.
Eggplant?
Yeah.
She started using it when I had my last cholesterol panel.
You know, I should have come home.
Like she said.
[Hutch] Yeah, we'll get her back.
He was fucking here, Hutch.
He was right in my fucking home.
- [Hutch] Hey. Come on, look at me. - Motherfuck…
[Hutch] We'll get her back. Look at me. Frank.
No matter what it takes, we'll bring her and Luke home.
Clint's on his way up to the cabin now.
The kids are gonna be fine too.
All right?
People in this town got no idea how bad it's gonna get.
[object thuds]
Kira?
[metal clangs]
Found the Christmas decorations.
That is an alarming amount of Santas.
What are you doing?
Trying to find a shovel to dig out the wagon and get out of here.
Last night was nice, right?
Sure. It was.
But we are stranded, I'm starving, and you have no plan.
Santa stew?
Luke, I'm fucking serious.
[sighs]
[Luke] I was trying to be romantic, all right? I obviously didn't think
- we were gonna get stuck out here. - Of course you didn't.
- What's that mean? - You don't think.
- All I do is think. What do you mean? - No.
- You choose to be oblivious. - I…
- Why are you doing this? - Luke!
What?
Everyone I know would have checked the weather,
brought some food, gas,
maybe even snow chains 'cause it is fucking Alaska.
You didn't.
Well, there's no cell service. No one's coming to help.
Let's just dig the car out and get back on the road.
[gasps] Jesus!
[police radio chatter]
You so much as whisper, I'll cut your tongue out.
Come on. Go.
Where'd you get that radio?
Took it.
Where'd you find these two shitheads?
Don't matter.
What are they saying?
There's a bridge downriver. It's crawling with cops.
Why don't you give me that radio and I'll see if I can pick those shackles?
[breathing shakily]
Frank, hi.
Hi. Um…
He, uh…
He has demands.
There is a…
an inmate on the transport.
He was in seat, uh, 12A.
If-If-If you find him,
if you hand him over, I'll be set free.
My life for his.
Uh…
[sniffles] Take the inmate one mile north of Pump Station Seven.
Marker 452. No police. [sniffles]
Uh, come alone.
4:00 p.m. Today.
Frank, I love you.
[clears throat]
Uh, this is important, Frank.
This is where you and I decide if we can trust each other.
I trust you love your wife.
I trust you to bring me 12A.
And you trust that if you don't, Sarah doesn't come home.
[static]
You stole that from my house.
Inmate 12A. Henry Dale Sickler.
- Now, I haven't found any direct-- - You stole police evidence.
[Sidney] To protect you.
To get your wife back, 'cause if the police find this--
The police are looking for my wife.
I am the fucking police.
I mean, unlike the CIA, we have rules and decency.
Havlock's giving you an opportunity
- to break those rules. - You're not listening.
He wants you to demonstrate your trust. Believe me, I'm trying to help you.
- Oh, man. - If we do what he says--
[Frank] I'm not negotiating with him.
[Sidney] Do you want your wife back or not?
You have to trust me, Frank. This is what I taught him to do.
Havlock finds vulnerabilities, and then he exploits them.
What he's doing with Sarah is purely transactional.
He uses leverage to demonstrate his authority,
which is good for us because if we play this right,
if we do what he says, we get Sarah back.
Henry Sickler.
Are you gonna trade him for your wife or not?
[Cole] Henry Dale Sickler.
Wanted for securities fraud, wire fraud, money laundering.
He's a bean counter for the underworld.
Runs financial audits for criminal organizations
to find out who's been stealing from within the company.
No one's gonna miss this guy.
Turns out that Sickler has been stealing from his own clients.
So they hunt him down, burn him alive.
Son of a bitch spends a month in a coma, loses both arms.
Been on the run ever since.
- Who's she? - My shadow. Who does he work for?
Name a criminal organization.
He's not only worked for them, but he's stolen from them.
He's a dead man walking.
Who's your shadow work for?
- State Department. - Bullshit.
- She's CIA. Don't let her near him. - [Cole] Copy.
He the reason you're here?
Can you give us a minute?
Yeah.
- You know this guy? - Never seen him before.
Look at him.
He's not afraid of any prisoners.
He's here for a reason. He's got a plan.
We need to trade him.
Look, it's not as simple as trading some criminal for my wife, okay?
If I do that, what's to stop Havlock from doing it again?
With my son. My friends. Anyone in this town.
- Okay. - No, no, no. I ain't finished talking.
Okay? You are here as my guest, as my adviser.
Right, you don't talk to my prisoner. You don't talk to my men.
Unless you have intel on Havlock, you remain as quiet as my shadow.
Understood?
- As your adviser… - Yes?
You need to cut this guy loose.
Trust me.
[Havlock] Trust.
Such a fascinating concept.
Trust lies at the heart of every functional network.
That's because every network faces security challenges,
whether it's misconfiguration or targeted attacks.
Someone give me an example of a network that we trust.
- Yes. - [student] Cell phones?
No. Cell phones…
Well, I don't really trust any cell phone network,
to be quite honest, so, sorry. Let's have another one.
Yes?
- Airlines? - [Havlock] Excuse me?
- Airlines. - Airlines.
[clears throat] Yes. My God. Airlines.
We trust them to take off. I do.
We trust them to land. We trust them with our families.
We… We trust them with our lives.
But how many planes would have to crash
before you lost faith in the aviation industry?
How many? I'll give you some stats.
100,000 commercial flights take off every day.
What percent would have to crash
- before you lost faith in the aviation-- - Four.
- Four percent. Good guess. - [Sidney] Four planes.
September 11th, 2001.
.004% of all planes were hijacked September 11th.
And for three days, every single plane worldwide was grounded.
We lost trust in the system.
A bad actor does not need to crash every plane.
He simply needs to increase the probability of the crash.
The study of how we prevent this from happening
is called "The Study of Resiliency."
Appreciate it. Excuse me.
Very engaging lecture. Resiliency, end of the world, all that.
- Thank you. Miss… - Whitaker.
PMD Industries.
I was hoping I might buy you a coffee.
[Frank] Mr. Sickler.
Frank Remnick.
I'm the US marshal in charge.
And I know Havlock was looking at your file in my home.
So how do you and Havlock know each other, Henry?
Okay.
Then do you want to tell me why you surrendered yourself?
What's a pig like you make in a year?
Seventy grand? Uh, eighty?
Where is she, Henry?
The fuck is it that drives dudes like you anyway?
[scoffs] You put your life on the line. Get paid for shit.
- Yeah. - [chuckles] Why do you even do it?
We get early retirement at 57. Mandatory.
Get full life, health.
[sighs]
It's not a bad package when you think about it.
[scoffs]
Though I doubt you'd pass the background checks,
so I'm gonna ask you again.
Tell me about Havlock and the woman that he has abducted.
Well, I know that she's your wife.
That she's in danger.
- At least that's what I heard. - Havlock tell you that?
And I know that she's a sweet piece of ass.
Henry, I'm trying to help you here, okay?
[chuckles]
Pig, I don't need your help. I got other plans.
- With Havlock? - [sighs] Call your boss. He'll tell you.
I'll be out of here before the sun sets
- on this inbred boondock. - Yeah?
[chuckling] Oh, shit. He's pissed now.
- [Frank] That's right, I am. - All right. Tell you what.
You wanna know where your little cowpoke bitch is?
- Yes, I do. - Come here. I can tell you.
- I know the truth. Yeah. - Yeah?
- Okay. - Come here. Get in close.
- Gotta whisper it to you. - Yeah? Here I am.
[exclaims, grunts]
Keys!
What? What you gonna do, bitch? Huh?
You think you can hurt me?
That I don't know what pain is?
Fucker, they tried to kill me.
Burn me. But I don't die.
I'm indestructible. Untouchable.
So go get your boss and figure out where the fuck my ride is.
Take a look around.
Okay, where are you?
Nowhere. You get no rights.
No one knows you're here.
You think about what you're gonna tell me when I come back,
'cause from where I stand, I throw your ass back out there,
you got a long fucking crawl to nowhere.
Open the door.
[door closes]
[Kira grunts]
Animal, right? It has to be an animal.
Look at the scratches.
What do we do? He needs a doctor.
Where did he come from?
- Hiker? - This far out?
[Kira] Maybe he was hunting.
Then where's his gun? And where's his… his snow machine?
- Or his friends-- - Fuck. I don't know, Luke. Okay?
All I know is that we have no phone, no car.
And if we don't do something, he's gonna die here.
- What's going on? - Frank, we got one.
Jesus, Shooter. You shot a frozen man.
Nah.
We didn't know he was frozen at the time.
He looked dangerous.
I bet he did, Pete, yeah.
Can we get a body bag for our frozen man?
- And a bounty? - No. No bounty. You boys go home.
Guys, uh, we got a fugitive DOA.
Get a statement from the driver.
- Frank, I've been thinking… - [sighs] You sure it's a good idea?
- You should deputize me. - No.
I've been putting feelers out. I can get 15, 20 guys here by sundown.
Shooter, no, no, no. We're not Gunsmoke, Shooter.
We're not forming a posse.
Look, if you want to help,
call your brother at the department of roads.
Tell him we need a dozen porta-potties up here ASAP.
Please… and thank you.
Frank won't bend to your demands.
My husband won't free an inmate.
It goes against everything that he believes in.
Every… Every oath he's taken.
He made an oath to you,
didn't he?
[sighs] Come on.
[groans]
[phone ringing]
- Bradford. - [Havlock] Jacque. Glad you answered.
I've been meaning to reach out to you.
You brazen little shit.
I hope I'm not breaking protocol
by going around Sidney and calling you directly.
I'm pretty sure you broke protocol when you downed that aircraft.
- Good story. Keep telling it. - It's him. On my cell.
Pull up the ISMI.
- How'd you get this number? - Another time, Jacque. You're busy.
I'm busy, so I'll make this brief.
I texted a link to your cell.
Get the egghead who's tracking my call to open it.
He's not on a network.
- [Jacque] What am I looking at? - [Havlock] My insurance policy.
You see, you're lucky I survived that crash, Jacque,
but you won't get lucky again.
If anything happens to me,
if I don't enter a code into this site every 72 hours,
a dead man's switch will be activated.
And the contents of Archive 6 will be sent
to a select group of individuals who'll be very interested
in the covert work you're doing there at the CIA.
You bastard.
These are people's lives you're playing with.
I simply need to know that you understand how this works.
You die, the archive goes live. I get how it works.
Good. Then we're done.
I should go. I have a very busy day.
I'll be sure to send your best to Sidney.
Figure out where this site's being hosted and neutralize it.
- Do it now. - [typing]
- [Sarah yells] - [grunting]
[panting]
[Sarah screams]
[grunting]
[screams]
[Havlock groans]
[Sarah shouts]
[Havlock groans] Fuck.
[chuckles] Oh, Sarah.
Oh, come on.
Sarah.
[whispers] Come on.
- You know the safety's off-- - [gasps]
[screaming]
- [person] Who knows she's on the ground? - [Jacque] My team, skeleton crew.
The assistant attorney general never weighed in?
Justice doesn't know anything.
They were only woven in for cover.
[person] The IG wants another interview.
[Jacque] We can hold them off until she brings Havlock home.
How long do you think it'll be before they find out
you sent Scofield out to hunt the man she's accused of abetting?
We'll deny.
Can't deny a fucking plane crash, Jacque.
And now the Archive's in play.
You went outside on this one because of the leak,
and that's justifiable,
but you can't protect Scofield. You gotta bring her home.
- She can find him. - Tell me the truth.
Did you send her because of some promise you made to her old man?
Or are you trying to throw that poor girl to the wolves?
- Give me a week. - You got two days.
And if you're smart, you'll throw her to the fucking wolves.
Jane, what you got?
Clint got delayed with the troopers.
- Says he's an hour out from Luke. - Yeah?
Also, search and rescue found the flight deck recorder.
It should be en route by the end of the day.
- Good. - Aw, good stuff.
- I was starving. - Thank you, Frank.
Also, the governor called again.
She wants a statement.
- Fuck yeah. Barbecue. - Jane, what…
Why is everyone acting so goddamned squirrelly?
[Jane] You told me to feed people. So, I called the school district,
but Food Services were shut down.
That's when I remembered the Care Ministry at church does funeral lunches,
and I have the PTA's phone tree, so…
Frank, are you even listening? What are you looking for?
Did Gay Aden bring any of that stovetop beefaroni she makes?
Mmm.
[chattering, laughing]
Okay.
Eat up. Big thigh.
How you doing?
[sighs] Better than the food.
You weren't kidding when you said there wasn't any salad.
Apparently, that extends to any vegetables that aren't covered in cheese,
or any cheese-like substance.
It's from Havlock.
Are you gonna make the trade?
Tell me about him.
- I told you everything I know. - No. You told me what he did.
What does he want? Personally.
- We don't entirely know what he wants. - Well, take a guess.
You mentioned something about a crusade.
What does that mean?
I think Havlock feels like a lot of Americans.
Angry. Betrayed.
I think he believes accountability has been abandoned in this country.
Hmm. Perhaps I agree with him.
He also believes that the CIA represents our government's defining failure.
So, he's picking a fight with the CIA?
Before Havlock vanished, he breached a CIA server
and copied the contents of a file called Archive 6.
Which is what?
It's a classified blueprint of what we do.
Targets, assets, sources and methods.
He intends to sell it?
We don't know what his endgame is.
I only know that he recently linked the Archive
to some kind of defensive blackmail program.
A dead man's switch.
If anything happens to him, the Archive goes wide.
So, he needs Sickler to help him broker a deal with a buyer for the Archive?
Sickler moves money for criminals.
It makes sense that he's a piece of the puzzle.
Or maybe he's just in the way.
You know, maybe the only thing standing between your guy
and the CIA's downfall
is a criminal with no arms running loose on the Yukon tundra.
It may sound trite to you,
but to the rest of the civilized world, it's not that simple.
That's what you think this is.
What we are. Simple.
[sighs] That's not what I said.
[Frank] No, but it's what you meant.
Us rural folk, eh?
Uneducated, uncultured, ungenerous.
Ungrateful, like…
Like Butch Cotters over there, yeah? Oh, yeah.
Butch defaulted last summer. Damned near lost everything.
That hog in the back of the truck back there
represents two mortgage payments for he and Linda.
Yet here he is, feeding you and I and everyone else.
See in the middle down there? Oolu.
He had a job offer last year to work at a bank in San Diego.
He turned it down to help his uncle in the village.
Sue over there…
she lost her husband last summer.
Church ladies are her family now.
You know, this place…
isn't a mistake.
You know, we choose to be here.
It's what tradition looks like.
Clothes are handed down.
Dishes are handed down.
That blue one over there,
I'm pretty sure that had Kodiak casserole in it
the night Luke came home from the hospital.
Look, if you want my help…
if you want the help of any of the people here,
you might want to recognize that this isn't a mistake,
but a choice.
A choice to be accountable.
But I think your guy Havlock already understands that.
Of course he does.
That's why he chose you.
[Cole] Hey, Henry Sickler…
I know why he surrendered himself.
You wanna disappear.
[sighs] Stay away from me.
Yeah, that's why you surrendered yourself.
Why you agreed to testify for the state
because the DOJ's giving you a new life in witness protection.
Mmm, you should thank me. Lot of scumbags going away 'cause of me.
Not if you don't make it to trial, Henry.
- Ooh, is that a threat? - It's a fact.
I mean, nobody knows you're here. Nobody knows you surrendered.
Nobody knows you even survived that fucking crash.
- Did he? - Tell us about Havlock.
I don't know who that is.
Then why is he helping you?
Did he make you a better deal than the Feds?
Did he give you the cash?
I carry cash everywhere in my arms. For emergencies.
It ain't got nothing to do with anyone named Havlock.
- What are you doing for him, Henry? - I swear to you.
- [Frank] You moving money for him? - Listen, I made a deal to testify.
To walk away. Start a new life in witness protection.
Now, why the fuck would I give that up for some guy I've never met?
[printer whirring]
- [sighs] - [whirring continues]
[breathing deeply]
[breathing deeply, whimpers]
What are you doing?
[knocks on door]
Hey, what's going on?
I don't know. You tell me.
Did, um… [clears throat] Did, uh…
Did Hayes get Luke?
[Hutch] He should be there anytime.
Good.
You know…
Frank, uh, I'm worried about you, man.
What the hell's going on here?
The guy who has Sarah reached out. He wants to do a deal.
Wants to trade Sickler for her.
What's he want with our inmate?
No idea.
- What are you gonna do? - Come on, man. I can't.
We're talking about Sarah.
[stammers] I turn Sickler over, I turn my back on everything, Hutch.
Come on, man. We're marshals.
Everything we believe in…
I do that, he wins.
See, that sounds like some white people shit right there.
I say we trade the son of a bitch.
Bring Sarah home. Today.
[sighs]
You got a better idea?
[Tamagotchi beeping]
I haven't seen one of those in years.
My mom got it for me on the first day of the third grade
and convinced me it was some kind of good luck charm, but…
I'm not so sure it works anymore.
[sighs]
You wanna tell me what's going on?
It's stupid.
I don't know if you noticed, but I'm kind of, like, the king of stupid thinking.
The king.
I'm thinking about my dress for homecoming.
It's my senior year, my last homecoming.
I-I told you it's stupid.
This guy's fighting for his life,
and all I can think about is the dance that we're missing.
No. No. That's not stupid.
This time next year, you'll be gone at college somewhere.
And I'll be waitressing or working at the plant,
and I just wish we could have gone to the stupid dance.
[sighs]
[Havlock] Hey, Frank.
I was worried about you.
[Frank] Yeah, well, I have your inmate.
[Havlock] Yeah, I see that.
I want you to follow the pipeline further north. And then…
Wait, whoa, whoa.
You said riser 452.
Yes. And now I'm saying follow the pipeline further north.
Where's my wife?
She's with me.
You guys see anything?
Nothing yet. Hold tight.
Sierra, do you have eyes?
Negative. Quiet here.
[Havlock] Frank, another 20 feet and I want you to turn west.
Where are we headed?
Watch your hood, please.
[Havlock] You know, it really is beautiful here, Frank.
I think I'm beginning to understand why you like it here so much.
You know what? I couldn't give a fuck what you think.
[Havlock] Frank, come on. Don't say that.
You wouldn't be here if you didn't care what I thought.
It's what I admire about you, Frank.
You have a sense of duty.
Are we close?
[Havlock] Little further.
Oh, I noticed you're a Walter Coates fan.
Such majestic writing. Such, um, scope.
[Frank] You've read Alaska, right?
Coates can make a man feel so small in the face of the natural world.
You agree?
I suspect that's why you like it out here so much.
Feeling, um, insignificant.
It's pretty hard not to.
[Havlock] I get the impression that's why you're out here.
Because you like being insignificant, right?
Why is that?
I think it's because you mattered somewhere else, Frank.
My gut says you're hiding from something.
What are you hiding from?
You're not here, are you?
Nope.
I never claimed I would be, Frank.
Oh, fuck!
It's a diversion, okay?
He doesn't want Sickler. He never did.
He wanted us away from everything.
- Away from what? - [Frank] I don't know!
What did we pull resources from? The debris field, base camp, you tell me.
The flight deck recorder.
NTSB is moving it from the crash site.
We need their location.
[Frank] Radio ahead. Notify the drivers.
Let's go! Let's move!
[Sidney] Where are they?
Frank, I need a location.
Highway 6. Chatanika.
- Let's go! Move, move! - I need Steese Highway closed.
Ping the transponder. I want the exact location of that device.
Now!
[engine revs]
[engine revving]
[grunts]
[Frank grunting, panting]
[grunts, pants]
[muffled screaming]
[panting]
Where's my wife?
I asked you a question.
Where's my fucking wife?
Chocolat Chaud et Café au lait. Merci.
The entire team is impressed.
With your work with NSRI, your fellowship,
- your paper on Static Data Sampling… - [sighs]
You wanna hire me?
[Sidney] We want to pay you a lot of money.
Now, I'm not authorized to talk contracts,
but I can tell you that our offer would start at…
I always knew this day would come.
I know how this must look,
but I didn't break any laws.
I don't understand.
The ransomware attack at the hospital in Berlin…
It was a white hat job.
I was paid to get behind their firewall.
I have contracts to prove it.
It was the same with KP Financial.
Do you think I'm the police?
Comfortable shoes.
Crossbody bag. Your eyes.
What about my eyes?
Well, you're looking at my temple closely enough
that it registers as eye contact,
but shifted slightly so you're aware of all your surroundings.
I may have pushed ethical boundaries, but I did not break any laws.
Your SEAL training paid off.
You can't prove I did anything.
Maybe we should go somewhere else to talk privately.
Not interested.
You don't know what was I gonna say.
Well, I know that I showed up on your radar
because what I do makes the people you work for incredibly uncomfortable.
I know you want to arrest me, but you have no proof of what I'm doing
because you don't understand how I'm doing it.
Which is why you're here.
To recruit me.
Which brings us back to me not being interested.
Then why are you here?
I like chocolate.
Tell the, um…
Tell the suits on the seventh floor that I'm flattered,
but I don't work for anyone but myself.
I certainly don't work for the CIA.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss…
- Scofield. - Scofield.
Sidney Scofield.
[whispers] Have a safe flight home.
Hey. It's me.
I found our guy.
["Wind Of Change" playing]
♪ I follow the Moskva ♪
♪ And down to Gorky Park ♪
♪ Listening to the wind ♪
♪ Of change ♪
♪ An August summer night ♪
♪ Soldiers passing by ♪
♪ Listening to the wind ♪
♪ Of change ♪
- Hey. - What's this?
It's homecoming.
It's the only music I could find.
Do you wanna dance?
Yeah.
[music continues]
♪ The world is closing in ♪
♪ And did you ever think? ♪
♪ Can feel it everywhere ♪
♪ Blowing with the wind ♪
♪ Of change ♪
♪ Take me ♪
♪ To the magic of the moment ♪
♪ On a glory night ♪
[no audible dialogue]
- You need to run. - Dad, no.
Follow the river.
It'll lead you to the highway, okay?
You can do this.
I love you. [panting]
♪ Where the children of tomorrow Share their dreams ♪
♪ Share their dreams ♪
- ♪ With you and me ♪ - Go.
♪ With you and me ♪
♪ Take me ♪
♪ To the magic of the moment ♪
♪ On a glory night ♪
♪ Where the children of tomorrow Dream away ♪
♪ Dream away ♪
♪ In the wind of change ♪
♪ The wind of change blows straight ♪
♪ Into the face of time ♪
♪ Like a storm wind that will ring ♪
Hayes to Frank.
[Frank] Clint, you there?
[Hayes] Hey, Frank. Just got here.
I got eyes on your boy. He's with the girl.
Looks like they got stuck off the county road.
Your road's snowed in, so I'll have to hike up to the cabin.
But I wanted to let you know, everybody seems to be fine.
That's great, Clint. Thank you so much, okay?
Excellent work, buddy.
[Hayes] We'll try and dig him out. But if we get weather,
I might have to hunker down here and head back in the morning.
I'll reach out as soon as I've got them both.
[Frank] Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
Hey, listen, Clint, uh,
don't say anything about Sarah to Luke, okay?
You know, and, uh,
you know, make sure my boy knows that I'm not angry with him.
All right?
Will do, Frank. Hayes out.
[music continues]
♪ Take me ♪
♪ To the magic of the moment ♪
♪ On a glory night ♪
- Frank. - Yeah.
♪ Where the children of tomorrow Dream away ♪
♪ Dream away ♪
♪ In the wind of change ♪
[music ends]