You ain't even trying.
I am. I'm not strong enough.
Figure it out.
Go get help if you need to.
I didn't survive 12 years in prison and a plane crash
to die out here like a fucking bear.
Hello.
Hey, kid. I left you a note.
No. I came up to check the traps. Everything all right?
Okay, I am.
I am literally sitting down.
Oh, my God. Walker.
Congratulations.
I knew it.
I am so happy for you.
Washington State, Walker.
Your dad would be so proud.
Let me get outta here.
I wanna celebrate.
I'm coming home now.
Get your hat.
I know who you are.
Don't do this.
Stop.
Unhook it.
You heard me. Unhook it.
Fucking unhook it.
Why haven't you taken it off?
- I don't know how. - Get me outta here.
Come on.
She's got a gun!
I don't wanna hurt you.
One, two, three.
Two, three.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit. She's a cop.
Get her keys.
- What about her? - Don't worry about her.
Find her fucking keys.
Tip line's ringing off the hook. We got stolen vehicles, missing pets,
break-in at the Goldpanner Inn.
Yeah? What did they take from the Goldpanner?
Cash, cards.
How's your shoulder?
Send a car to the Goldpanner.
Let's make sure it's a fugitive and not some opportunistic local.
Wanna talk about Buddy Selk?
He's got a fugitive?
He's making T-shirts commemorating the manhunt.
Guess he's selling them up at the Walmart parking lot.
Send his grandmother. She scares the shit out of me.
She can deal with him.
- Remnick, you there? - Watch out for traps.
Go for Remnick.
Frank, we got a problem.
I got all kinds of armed civilians down here.
Men, women, couple kids who aren't even double digits.
They have permission from old man Kolbeck.
Okay. They have permission from the owner to be there,
so if they wanna search, there's nothing we can do about it.
That drop's gotta be a hundred feet.
Ain't no way this guy survived that fall.
The body's there somewhere so stay until sundown.
- What's going on? - Spoke to DC.
Cyber's looking into the breach of my XenoGate account.
- How's your shoulder? - I don't wanna talk about it.
He tweaked his serving shoulder in that tundra buggy brawl.
- Jane. I don't wanna talk about it. - He plays tennis?
Frank and the guys have a Ping-Pong league,
and he's worried this might impact his serve.
Oh, a Ping-Pong league. Really?
It's called table tennis, and it's very serious, very competitive.
We play for money.
- Frank. - Yeah.
Ruth Reed, state trooper out of Ester.
She didn't report for work this morning so they sent a car.
They found her body.
I'm coming with.
- Hold him down! - Yeah. I am trying.
Hey. Okay. I need a mil of droperidol.
Security! What happened?
Dumbass tried to break into Wayne Greyson's cottage,
and Wayne thought he was a wild animal.
- Here we… - Bullshit!
Welcome back.
- It's good to have you back. - Thanks.
Sarah.
- Yeah? - I need a minute.
You know that after an experience like yours,
it's policy to sit down with a trauma counselor.
Oh. Not necessary.
Just… Please, just talk to Todd.
We're in the middle of a crisis.
You want me to sit down and talk about my feelings?
Ben, I'm fine.
I'm glad to hear that,
but, until a counselor signs off, you can't come back to work.
Talk to Todd.
Jesus Christ. What the hell are the feds doing here already?
Searching for my husband.
What, you think he had something to do with the death of a trooper?
If it serves his agenda.
- Hutch. - Shaw.
- Frank. Hell of a day. - Hey.
Yeah, well, it ain't over yet.
Any idea who we're looking for?
Not yet. But this guy's a brutal bastard.
The victim was both bludgeoned and suffocated.
- We're running prints through VICAP now. - And how long's that gonna take?
- Hour. Maybe two. - We don't have that kind of time.
I'm sorry. I thought you left?
- I told her to stay. Okay? - I see you got a real hat.
We need to move quickly.
Look, we're all pulling on the same oar here.
I'm trying to find you a name so you can get to work.
If you know of a faster way to ID the killer than the FBI,
please let me know.
Have you checked the trail cameras?
The older one is Katherine Van Horn, aka Kitty.
She's a black widow killer who murdered her three husbands,
a fiancé and a widower in Maine.
Her last husband was paralyzed because the arsenic failed to kill him.
So Van Horn took him canoeing and then he drowned.
I thought I was unlucky in love.
None of the 4.2 million dollars that she's stolen
from the men she's killed has ever been found.
So it's safe to assume that she has financial resources.
Slow down.
You act like you've never seen a fuckin' flapjack.
The other one is Vivian Pike.
Grifter. Con woman. Nonviolent offender who's been dodging the courts
since she was 13.
Last fall, Texas got her on identity theft,
but the judge went soft.
Her sentence was reduced to 18 months with time served.
- Frank? - Yeah?
You need to see this.
Let's circulate the mug shots. Talk to the press.
Let it be known these women took the life of an officer.
Look familiar?
- I'll be damned. - Yours.
Same one he was wearing in Sarah's ransom video.
These two crossed paths with Havlock?
When we find 'em, let's ask.
Farsighted or something?
Oh, shit.
Wait. We don't need more trouble.
There's an exit at the back.
The dining room, past that goat head, or whatever the fuck that is.
I need you to go there, slip out the back.
On your way, go in, lock the bathroom door.
Meet you in the parking lot. The phone booth.
And what exactly are you gonna do?
Cut it out.
Leave me alone.
Cut it out.
- Knock it off. - I said leave me alone!
Are you all right, pumpkin?
- Oh. Oh, my. - I…
- Well, you're in trouble. - I'm all right, my mom's just upset.
Yeah, okay.
Excuse me, officer.
I think we might have a situation over here…
Are you okay, miss?
No, I'm okay.
Thank you, officer.
Ma'am, you in there?
Ma'am, I'm coming in.
You should check that out.
What's this?
Well, Hutch cracked the memory card we poached from evidence.
Seems your hubby was making bank transfers
- while he was holding my wife hostage. - Zürich.
Luxembourg. Riga.
Four deposits to a bank in St. Petersburg.
What's in St. Petersburg?
Must have something to do with why he wanted my password
and to access my XenoGate account.
How'd it happen?
Two of you?
Did you love him?
How about I tell you after you tell me about those scars on your back?
Walk me through it again.
- Can we talk about this later? - Stop it, I'm serious.
- Let's review. - Come on. We've got two days together.
The exchange is tonight.
Let's go through it.
Tynska.
Table in the back.
He'll be with a woman.
I'm not going.
Of course, you're going.
Levi?
- What's going on? - He knows about us.
About you and me.
We have to call it off.
Remnick, you there? Frank?
- Go for Frank, what's up? - We've combed six miles out here.
You're not gonna find this popsicle until spring.
Wrap it up and head back to base.
- And the locals? - Well, what about the locals?
If Kolbeck wants them searching his property,
there's nothing we can do about it. They just do so at their own risk.
What's up? What's the matter?
You know he's not dead, right?
We both know it can't be that easy.
Your family's been through a lot.
Is this really necessary?
I mean we have an ER full of people needing help.
- What about you? - What about me?
I don't need help. I need you to sign my forms.
Tell me about your ordeal.
Sarah, you're lucky to be sitting here now.
How does that make you feel?
Exactly as you'd expect.
Relieved.
Glad to be here. Happy to help.
Yeah. I'm not sure that's gonna be enough to convince the hospital
you're ready to carry on with your professional responsibilities.
Really? That's not enough?
Sarah, I know you.
I know that look, that tone.
- Yeah. I'm frustrated. - Okay.
Tell me why.
I just wanna know how you're feeling.
You wanna know how I'm feeling?
All right. I am feeling…
Anxious.
Distracted. Worried about my son.
I feel…
I feel like a failure as a mom
because instead of sitting here talking to you,
I should be with Luke, bringing him home.
You know what?
I think we're done.
Keep your paperwork. Tell Ben I'm leaving.
I'm going to get my son.
Oh, fuck.
My car's in police impound.
Need a ride?
Hey.
Hey, calm down, okay. You're safe.
Nobody can hear us. We're alone.
You can't imagine the resources they throw at a guy like me.
That plane I told you about?
It didn't just fall from the sky.
It was designed to crash.
We weren't supposed to survive.
- He had a family, you know. - Luke. Don't.
What? He doesn't care.
That man knew the risks when he put on that uniform.
I understand.
Your first dead body's a hard thing to see.
I didn't have a choice.
You hear that?
See, I can hear that.
Bastards probably pulled a VIIRS from their polar fleet.
You had a choice. And it's not my first dead body.
Someone like you destroyed my family too.
APB on that white…
What'd you say?
Are you insane?
Jeff.
Hey, Marks. What's going on?
- Well, they were here. - Yeah?
Witness says they snatched her keys, took off in her vehicle.
Trooper on site put out an APB. We're setting a perimeter now.
- There was a trooper on site? - Yeah.
He's the one who called it in. Gave pursuit.
Returned and secured the scene.
Witnesses say they saw one of them make a phone call from that booth over there,
but we checked, the line's dead.
Every lawman in the state's gonna be after these two.
Good. They killed a cop.
Well, we might have more guns than people, but we ain't the Wild West.
We don't do mob justice.
Here I thought you were a cowboy.
Who were they trying to call?
You're a good man, Frank.
You know that doesn't feel like a compliment?
It is. I mean it.
Protecting your community is just as important to you
as bringing in these two cop killers safely. That's honorable.
Well, it's the job.
Maybe. Up here.
But in the real world, inmates like these want to destroy good men like you.
Page 78's missing.
They're not trying to call someone.
They wanna find someone.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a phone book in this town?
I went to the church, my sister's. Finally found one at the library.
Good. I thought the library was closed.
Sharkie Munoz let me in.
He also told me you have a $12 fine for The Notebook.
He's a huge Nicholas Sparks fan.
Here. Aero Excursions.
Fishing, hiking and rafting adventures.
Flightseeing tours available.
They're looking for a pilot.
All clear!
Lock it down.
They were here.
Hey. What's up?
Mind if I join you?
Sure. Have a seat.
Need to warm up.
That's a nice Beretta you got there.
You military?
Yeah. I was.
Got my discharge four months ago.
Honorable.
You served is all that matters. Never got the chance.
Flat feet.
Buzz off.
Get out of here.
- I seen you before? - Probably.
Been out here all day.
Me and Pete caught one of those convicts, you know. Fucker was frozen solid.
Twenty bucks says this bastard's dead too.
I wouldn't be so sure.
They say this one's crafty.
- Remnick. - Frank, hey.
Hi, it's me. I should have called before I left.
Where are you?
I'm headed to the cabin.
Luke and Kira aren't back yet, and I would…
I would feel better if I checked for myself.
- You're on the road? - Yeah.
- I'm worried about our son. - Well, don't be, okay?
Clint's heading back home with him now.
I can radio him again to make sure, but you shouldn't be out.
Frank. I need to find Luke.
Sarah, there's a manhunt on, okay.
Criminals are on the loose. Where exactly are you?
I'll send some troopers.
Look, I'm halfway there, and I'm not alone. I'm…
I'm with Todd Logan.
You gotta be kidding me.
Really? With everything that's going on, you're worried about Todd?
He's giving me a ride.
And yes, Frank, maybe you should send more troopers.
This should be a priority for both of us.
What's really going on?
I don't know what you… what you mean.
I can hear it in your voice.
What are you not telling me?
I'm telling you I am driving to the cabin, and I'm gonna bring Luke and Kira home.
- Hutch. - Yeah?
Listen, can you do me a favor? Can you radio Clint Hayes?
Can you find out exactly where my kid is?
And then, get some units up to the cabin.
I don't care where you gotta pull them from.
Yeah. Everything all right?
- It will be when I get my son back. - All right.
- Frank? - Yeah?
I want you to meet Jettie Brooks.
- He's the owner. - Mr. Brooks.
He says his computer was running when he got here.
Okay, I'm sorry for the intrusion.
Any idea how they got access to your computer?
Well, the password's on the sticky.
The fugitives are looking for a pilot to fly them out of state.
Is there a specific employee they might be targeting?
Not a pilot. We do hunting and fishing charters out of here mostly.
Plane tours are subcontracts.
You got quite the list. You got at least 200 pilots here.
Yeah, well, 70 years in the business.
Some of those pilots flew for my daddy.
- Thank you, Mr. Brooks. - Yeah.
Okay, let's get a list of these to Jane. Let's get her on the phone.
Whichever flyboy these two are looking for, I certainly don't envy them.
You're going to fly us to Canada.
Sure, let me get right on that.
Sarcasm upsets me, Slade.
You don't wanna upset me.
Then try this, you stupid bitch.
I'm not flying you anywhere. Ever.
I hope it's fatal.
What are you doing? What are you…
Are you out of your mind?
How can he fly us with a broken hand?
Well, he's got one more. Don't ya, Slade?
What kind of dipshit name is that?
You think you're the only pilot in Alaska?
You're just the first one I'm asking.
So are you gonna help us or not?
Huh?
Okay, fuck! I'll help you! I'll help, okay!
See? Now I'm happy.
I don't have the money.
- What money? - For petrol.
Fuel.
You don't know where you are, do you?
Every bush pilot in Alaska is looking for you.
The further you can get before refueling, the better.
The Whitehorse is 600 miles. We can make it there and refuel--
- How come you don't got the money? - Ask my ex-wife.
I'm a fucking bush pilot. Fuel's expensive up here!
Okay.
Give me your bank account number.
I'll wire you the money that you need while you dream up a new name,
because I'm not calling you Slade, dipshit.
She's gonna kill me, you know.
She will.
As soon as she gets to wherever we're going, you and I are both dead.
- You have to help me. - I can't.
Yes, you can. Fucking untie me.
- Untie-- - I wired money into your account.
It should be more than enough to cover the fuel--
- God! - Fuck.
You try that dumbass judo shit again, and I'll blow your fucking brains out.
Havlock is using every one of these people to his advantage.
Using who?
Fugitives. Marshals.
For Havlock, this manhunt is just one big diversion.
- To what end? - I don't know. I can't see it.
He's trained to embrace the difficult.
Play dirty.
But there's sleight of hand going on here.
I know you can feel it.
Oh, man.
You guys all right?
Can't find the fucking keys.
You want a lift?
It's not much, but it's home.
You guys got a landline?
My cell's dead.
Yeah, on the wall.
We got beer too.
What the fuck?
What do you want?
Let's start by feeding your dog.
They're in my apartment right now.
How did this happen?
I can't explain. Not now.
The important thing is you got my message and you got out safely.
You're not supposed to contact me directly.
I'm trying to help you.
For all I know, you led CIA to my door.
I did not call you. I'll deny it. But you need to know we lost him.
You lost who?
Hold on, I can't hear you.
Mark? Say again, you lost who?
We believe Havlock breached your XenoGate account
in order to get a message to one of our informants in St. Petersburg,
Armen Zhdanko.
Zhdanko's a black hat.
He specializes in malware and security protocols.
We think he was paid to help steal Archive 6.
Now Zhdanko's gone and the Archive's gone too.
- You think Havlock tipped him off? - How?
How does a fugitive in bumfuck tip off an asset before we can get a team there?
The courier, where is he?
How should I know?
Well, it's important that I find him.
We've been trying to piece together Zhdanko's last known movements.
- Did you get the images I sent? - What am I looking at?
Intercepts captured near Zhdanko's home three days ago.
We believe the man he's meeting with is a courier.
What's in the briefcase?
Well, we think Zhdanko transferred the Archive to an external drive
in order to sell it.
He's using the courier to facilitate that sale.
You need to intercept him.
On one photo?
That's not much to work with.
Sidney, if Archive 6 ends up on the black market,
there's no telling what kind of damage could be done.
You need to intercept it.
Find that courier and get the Archive before it's given to Havlock.
Seems like a nice guy.
He has his moments.
Okay, so what's happening? I thought you said Havlock had the Archive
on some kind of dead man's switch.
He does, but that doesn't prevent him from selling that same intel.
So it's now on a hard drive on its way here to him.
Jesus Christ.
Hutch, listen, I need a favor.
Call Homeland, get a list of every male passenger
that's arrived in Alaska from or through Russia
since the day of the crash, okay?
Yeah, anything unusual.
Told you. This is what he does, sleight of hand.
Yeah.
That photo is gonna get us both killed.
- I tried to warn you. - No.
You told me his security team was asking questions.
That's expected.
This is a clusterfuck.
You're leaving my hotel at 3 a.m.
How long till his security detail figures that out.
I can fix this.
- No, you can't. - Nobody knows that you're here.
They will. Soon.
And when they figure out you and I are here together,
your cover will be blown.
I have to notify Langley.
- Well, you do that then this is over. - It's too risky.
Well, it's worth the risk.
We have to terminate.
The operation is compromised.
Jesus Christ. I'm not talking about the operation.
I'm talking about us. You and me.
Jesus, Sidney, for a spy you're so oblivious.
If you pull the plug now, Langley will ask questions.
You'll have to tell him about us.
You'll be reprimanded. I'll be reassigned.
We will cease to exist. I don't want that.
I believe in us.
So what do you suggest?
We got a lead on our ladies. A woman called the tip line.
Let's go.
Welcome to Fairbanks.
I spoke to Customs like you asked.
Since the night of the crash,
32 male passengers entered the state through or from Russia.
All came legally.
No red flags.
- Nothing? - No.
- Nothing unusual. - Well, keep digging, okay?
Anyone with a criminal record, anything unusual.
Havlock has an asset en route.
- Okay? You ready? - Got ya.
Right. Let's do it.
All right, lock that door.
You were running from an 18-month sentence, Vivian.
You're now looking at spending the rest of your life behind prison bars.
A state trooper who's dead.
I had nothing to do with that.
Do you think a jury's gonna see it that way?
I'm not a violent person. Look at my record.
Identity theft, fraud, I never hurt anyone.
Talk to us about this man.
I don't know who that is.
Vivian, this man is dangerous.
The State Department needs to find him.
You were in possession of a sweater that belonged to him.
You saw him. Tell me where.
He was on our plane.
But that's the only time I've seen him.
I found the sweater along a creek.
You're positive?
I don't know who that is.
What about Van Horn?
She's sick.
- Lost a lot of blood. - Mm-hmm.
She told me to pack up the food
while she took the pilot to get medical supplies.
She never came back.
She double-crossed you, Viv.
She abandoned you.
And now you can get even by helping us.
I never hurt anyone.
Just tell us where she's going.
I want a deal.
- You what? - I want assurances
that I won't be charged with any new crimes if I talk.
- You want a… - No murder.
No fugitive from justice charges. No obstruction.
I want my sentence commuted.
I have 14 months left, you make that go away
and I'll tell you anything you wanna know.
I can't do that for you.
No, but she can.
She works for the State Department.
You want my help or not?
I'm not talking about my feelings.
But I do need you to sign that paperwork.
I'm not about to open up my life to my high school boyfriend.
Understood.
We're not talking, we're just driving.
I lied to him.
- What is it? - It's from the man who abducted me.
- He asked me to give it to Frank. - But you haven't?
- No. - Why?
Because I know my husband.
If I give this to him, it will only draw him in further and if that happens--
Sarah, this is evidence.
I don't want him to get hurt.
This is about Ruby.
Losing her…
nearly tore us apart.
And now we're just beginning to heal.
You know and…
And Luke… He's doing better and…
We finally got our lives back.
And now this.
Look, Sarah, I can't put myself in your position.
But I think there's only one way for you to truly process your loss.
You need to be honest with Frank.
About everything.
I can't endure another loss.
I can't live through another Chicago.
Okay. Let's not go there.
Frank is safe. I'm sure Luke is safe.
And we're just gonna make sure everyone's okay.
Yeah.
I pray you're right.
Take the next turnoff you find.
Drive into the trees a bit
and find us a place with cover.
Why? What are you gonna do?
Just do what I say.
Kira, hey, I was thinking,
remember Skip Baynes?
You remember what happened to him and his dad coming home from the lake?
What?
You remember how lucky he was?
How his dad wasn't so lucky?
What are you two talking about?
Our friend. He had an accident and he's okay, but…
his dad died because he refused to wear a seat belt.
Start talking.
Van Horn, what was she planning with the pilot?
She wanted him to fly us out of the country.
Up to Canada.
She's sick.
Dying and desperate.
Are you sure you wanna fly?
The change in air pressure might worsen your condition.
I'm fine.
How much further?
He was worried about how far we would get.
She didn't care. She's got no one. No family. Nothing to lose.
Where were they leaving from?
Did he mention an airstrip?
Wasn't an airstrip.
He called it a dirt run.
Somewhere north of town.
Farmers Loop.
You guys don't understand.
When she gets there, she doesn't need this guy.
We need to go.
She's gonna kill him.
- I don't have enough fuel. - Listen to me.
You got people you care about.
And I can get to them.
So if you wanna keep them safe, you're gonna do exactly as I say.
Hey, stop, stop, stop!
Stop, don't shoot, don't shoot! I'm the pilot!
She's headed for the woods.
The tree line! Don't shoot! Hold your fire!
Listen. I want justice for Trooper Reed as much as any of you.
But we do this by the book.
Okay? We bring her in alive.
Understood?
- Understood. - Yes, sir.
Drop your weapon!
She's lost a lot of blood.
We need to get you help.
Ain't no way I'm going back.
Let me die out here.
How about it, Frank?
She killed a cop.
Let her die here. She deserves it.
We bring her in. Alive.
Let's go.
Jane, I need an ambulance at the Farmers Loop runway.
I got a patient, female, cyanotic from internal bleeding.
I think she's going into hypovolemic shock.
Copy, Frank.
Medical is already en route. ETA five minutes.
All units, go to Farmers Loop runway…
Why do you feel such an obligation to these people?
To this place?
Well, this place is my home.
We don't feel that way.
Where I come from.
No?
If you're gonna survive up here, you need to…
you need to maintain your community.
It doesn't mean you gotta be best friends, but
you're obligated to help.
You know, at some point down the line, you're gonna need help.
No matter how strong you think you are.
Problems out here, you just can't simply buy your way out of.
Don't get me wrong, we're not fucking perfect but…
Sometimes I swear to God this place is the only thing I do understand.
Yes.
"Yes," what?
You asked me if I love him and the answer is yes.
How does that happen?
I mean, two agents.
Levi was different then.
And we…
we crossed a line that we shouldn't have.
And it was…
It felt like love.
Can I ask how it started?
With a lie.
We were together on the wrong side of a border.
Identified by an enemy who was our target.
Our covers were blown.
Should've left.
But ending the mission meant ending us.
So Levi suggested leaning into the lie.
Embracing the difficult.
He told our mark that we were engaged.
He made a marriage certificate,
planted a wedding announcement in the newspaper
and registered us at Target.
It was a lie based on a truth
about a relationship that never should have happened.
And it worked.
We completed our mission and went back to bed on a honeymoon paid for by the CIA.
Why end it?
- Excuse me? - It's already legal.
We're husband and wife.
All we're missing is the proposal.
Will you--
Stop it.
Let's make it official.
Will you?
Will you? Will you?
- Yes. - She said, "yes"!
She said, "yes."
I wanted it to be real.
Sorry it wasn't.
So am I.
Why do you think he did it?
I don't know.
To gain my trust.
To gain access.
It's what he does.
It's what we do.
It's a magic trick.
- It was a trick. - What was?
Vivian Pike, the con woman.
Her-Her capture, her arrest, the whole thing was a trick.
Shit.
The federal judge in your case issued a release order.
Once on the ground in Seattle,
BOP will handle property inventory and process your discharge.
- Any gate money will have to-- - It was quite the grift.
We almost didn't see it.
I pulled your call logs, Viv.
We know you're the woman who called in the tip for your own arrest.
You wanted us to find you.
And you said yourself, Van Horn was never your partner.
She was your mark.
You've been gaming her since the moment your feet touched the ground.
Watching, listening.
Had her come up with her own escape plan just so you could give it to us
to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate your release.
It wasn't about erasing your sentence, was it?
No, it was about the money.
Kitty Van Horn's money.
My gut tells me if we went through your computer logs
at the house where we apprehended you,
we'd find communications with her bank.
I don't know how you did it, Viv. I don't.
But somehow you found the $4.2 million the police never could.
You stole it from her.
So you're not only a free woman, you're also a very rich woman.
It's a good thing we have that agreement.
Yes, it is.
Which means you can speak freely.
You have your freedom, you have Van Horn's money.
So just tell me where you saw him.
He was hooded on the plane, Viv.
You know his face because you saw him after the crash.
Where was it?
Two days ago.
In the woods, along the river. He gave me his sweater.
He said he didn't need it anymore where he was going.
- Where was he going? - The opposite way of everyone else.
Where was he going?
To Fairbanks.
To do a job.
He said he had some unfinished business there with an old friend.
We done? 'Cause my ride's waiting.
Thanks.
I'm never playing poker with you.
- Frank, I think we got a problem. - Yeah?
I followed up on the passengers traveling from Russia.
Turns out one man, Vincent Thiago, he used a local address that isn't real.
Maybe he got the address wrong.
That's what I thought, so I looked into him.
The passport's real but all the underlying documents are fake.
Name, birth certificate, all of it.
I found the courier. He left Moscow this Thursday.
Cleared Customs in Fairbanks that night.
Hasn't been flagged since.
- I had Customs pull surveillance. - That's him.
That's Havlock's courier.
Yeah, Customs stopped him at the border.
Questioned him and then let him pass.
So he's here.
Perfect.
Not just here. He's been here. That image is from Thursday.
Twenty-four hours before the crash.
He's been here in Fairbanks, lying in wait ever since.
Lying in wait for what?
And what does he wanna do with the Archive?
Hello. It's me. I'm here.
Everything is on schedule.
Luke?
- Luke! Yeah. - I'm gonna look upstairs.
Luke!
Todd!
Luke!
Kira.
Kira, are you okay? Are you all right?
I don't know.
- You okay? Huh? - I don't know.
I think my arm is broken.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
You okay? Come on.
Come on.
Are you okay?
- You all right? - Yeah.
You have to go. You have to run… as far away as you can.
You have to run to the highway, okay?
What about you? I don't know.
Don't worry about me. He can't get both of us.
I'll lead him…
- I'm gonna lead him away from you. - I'm not leaving you.
Just go. Go.
All right?