01x01 - The Beginning & the End

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("Maid of Orleans" playing)

♪ ♪

(clicking)

♪ If Joan of Arc ♪
♪ Had a heart ♪
♪ Would she give it ♪
♪ As a gift ♪
♪ To such as me ♪
♪ Who longs to see ♪
♪ How a legend ought to be ♪

(helicopter whirring)

72 HOURS EARLIER

ABANDONED COAHUILA INDUSTRIES MINERAL PROCESSING PLANT BLUE SPRINGS, KENTUCKY

Page: Intel confirms three targets.

Repeat this is a capture mission.

Get the Guanos and go, copy that.

Time to nut up, corn flake.

♪ ♪
♪ Fire for the hills ♪
♪ Pick up your feet and let's go ♪
♪ Oh head for the hills ♪
♪ Pick up steel on your way ♪
♪ And when you find a piece of them in your sight ♪
♪ Fire at will ♪
♪ Don't you waste no time ♪
♪ Another thought of the unaware ♪
♪ Addiction in disguise ♪

All clear.

Page: Maintain communication and clear your sector, return to position.

Move it out.

Watch yourself.

(clicking)

(clicking)

(clicking)

I think I saw something.

I'm going down to two.

No, we go together.

Regan: We wait, we could lose them.

I'm going in.

Page: Regan, return to your team at checkpoint alpha.

Regan, give me your position.

She's not responding.

Always a team player.

I'm going down to get her.

Meet me back at alpha.

(roaring)

Page? Page, are you there?

(short electrical buzz)

(short electrical buzz)

(clicking)

(radio beep)

Regan, give me your position.

Regan, give us your position.

We got our dicks flapping in the wind up here.

Unh!

(screeching, clicking)

Briggs: We heard sh*ts fired.

Page, what's your position?

(panting)

Briggs, we're under att*ck.

I'm going after Regan.

Page, say again. Page!

(clicking)

(clicking)

(clicking, fighting)

Page: Regan!

Regan: Page! No!

(g*nsh*t)

Page.

♪ ♪
♪ I'm calling for you ♪
♪ You are why ♪
♪ I'm still breathing ♪

BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

(muffled thumping)

I hear something.

Are you sure?

There's someone downstairs.

Maybe it's your hearing aid acting up.

I'm sure.

(distant thump)

All right, all right, I got it.

Go check on Emme.

Okay.

(rustling)

(meowing)

Hey Ab, did you leave the window open?

No, why?

We got ourselves an intruder.

Hey, hey...

(whistling)

Come on, let's go.

Wait, what are you doing?

Putting him back where he belongs.

What? No.

He's so young and he's all alone.

Abs, he'll be fine.

Shh...

You got enough on your plate.

You can't keep every stray we find.

(floor creaking)

Emme?

Emme!

(door closes)

How could you say that in front of her?

I didn't mean her.

You need to apologize to her... now.

Of course.

I'll meet you back upstairs.

Okay.

We're not keeping the cat.

Emme...

(knocking on door)

I'm sorry about what I said.

I wasn't talking about you, I promise.

Come on, Emme, say something.

Shut the door, please.

Emme...

(sighs) Okay.

Good night.

Preliminary exam confirms these bodies match those previously found.

I need full forensics.

The more we know about how our team took them out, the safer we'll be on our next op.

And Agent Page, sir?

We'll handle his autopsy internally.

I'll notify his loved ones, cover why we need a closed casket.

In case you're in any doubt as to my opinion, the loss of Page is unacceptable.

Full disclosure...

Page's death was completely avoidable.

Was our intel bad?

No.

She was.

It's a mother lode of information.

Coahuila was a calcium carbonate plant before they shut it down.

Drug traffickers use that to cut heroin.

It's actually limestone, sir.

No signs of any dr*gs, sir, but the place was creepy as sh*t.

We found a cage full of rabbits.

And whatever the hell that thing is.

Jackson: What we do know is this...

Coahuila cell was part of a larger t*rror1st network.

The Hunter thr*at is imminent.

We need to find a link to their leadership.

Stop the Hunters before they strike again.

radio announcer: After a highly successful operation, that resulted in the shutting down of the largest heroin producing ring in the state, the FBI now finds itself the subject of investigation. The "Washington Post" is reporting that an internal inquiry was launched today prompted by a number of complaints about a highly decorated key officer involved in that heroin task force. In other news, the Royals won over the Angels and now have a 1-0 lead in the three game series.

FBI REGIONAL OFFICE

Burton: Agent Carroll, this is an official inquiry and you are on record.

How's the counseling going?

It's not mandatory.

No medication for your PTSD?

Doing anything at all to help yourself?

Walking along the beach at sunset.

What about Dauson's daughter?

Your partner dies, you take in his kid.

Emme's got nothing to do with this.

She's got issues of her own.

That's gotta be a lot of stress.

I said... it's got nothing to do with Emme.

Sir.

(piano playing)

Abby: My favorite piece.

We'll start on it next week.

Thanks, Abby.

(lock latches)

Jules: Three cell phones seized in the raid.

Each received the same photo an hour before the raid.

Encryption?

Yeah, top notch. RSA 4096.

I ran it through the NSA's quantum.

They just upgraded to eight kilocubics, greedy bastards.

I don't know what that means.

It means I got this...

Abby Carroll, 32. Piano teacher.

(beeping)

FROM: FLYNN

KEPT MY COOL. ALL YOU. XD

(line ringing)

Flynn, recording: This is Agent Carroll, leave a message.

Babe, it's me.

Don't forget the wine.

And don't be late. 8:30.

(meows)

It's okay, I'm right here.

(purring)

(light tapping)

Hello? Who's there?

They say that music is the strangest form of magic.

You know who said that?

Marilyn Manson.

I saw him at the Bowery in New York last summer.

Say what you will about the guy's music, he's one hell of a showman.

Wanna hear my magic, Abby?

Please, don't hurt me.

On the contrary, I am here to help you.

What about these, huh?

What about these sonic crutches?

We don't need 'em, do we, Abby?

Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh.

Huh?

We'll just... turn it up.

No!

No!

♪ ♪

Please, no.

(sharp whirring)

(screaming)

Hey, babe, sorry I'm late.

Traffic was crazy.

I got the wine... Hey, where's Abby?

She's not here.

What?

She's not upstairs.

That's weird.

Her car's in the driveway.

We got that potluck.

(phone ringing)

(line ringing)

I need to report a missing person.

Yeah, it's been 48 hours.

I appreciate that.

I'm sure she will too.

Thanks.

I, uh, saved you some anchovy.

Are you okay?

Yeah, not even close.

We're gonna find her.

Emme: I need to practice.

Abby gave me a new piece of music.

I want it to be good when she comes home.

Externally, the subject presents as a human male, approximately 30 years of age.

But as with previous Hunter specimens, the similarity to humans ends here.

As observed in previous subjects, there is an outer layer of human integumentary and vascular system, including blood and skin.

The ribcage is cross-braced, with two resident chambers below the ribs in place of lungs.

(saw whirring)

The heart is held in place by tendons thicker than those found in humans, possibly the result of evolution in a stronger gravitational environment.

My God.

This subject sustained severe injury from a g*nsh*t to the face.

But it didn't k*ll him?

No.

Uh, a sonic blast to the cranial region was the cause of death.

We're lucky we only lost one man.

trainer: Move your feet, come on, move your feet!

Keep your hands high.

Higher, that's good.

That's it, that's it.

(grunting throughout)

(door opens)

Abby: Flynn? I'm home.

Flynn: Abby?

Where've you been?

I've been worried sick.

(Abby chuckling)

(g*nshots, shouting)

(clicking)

(gasping)

(panting)

Hey.

Emme!

Emme?

There you are.

You scared the hell out of me.

So you do care.

I thought you only wanted me for my Ritalin.

(shaking bottle)

A policeman came to the house today.

And he asked me a lot of questions about you and Abby.

Like what?

Like, if you guys fight a lot.

If you've ever hurt her, things like that.

It was like he thought you did something to Abby.

What do you think?

I think he was an assh*le.

It's true.

You would never hurt Abby.

I mean, if you wanted someone gone, it would be me.

I need to ask you something.

And you need to tell me the truth.

(purring)

Is there anything that she was doing that I didn't know about?

Anything?

Last Friday, Abby was late when she picked up me at school.

She said she went to a music store in Dundalk, but when we got in the car I saw this.

That's, like, in the total opposite direction.

GPS: Arrive at 1445 Quaker Ridge Road in 45 minutes.

ETU HEADQUARTERS N.W. WASHINGTON D.C.

Jackson: Abby Carroll.

Reported missing less than 24 hours after her picture was sent to the Coahuila cell.

Could be a sleeper agent.

Or an innocent civilian.

Whoever she is, she's also married to an FBI agent.

Flynn Carroll.

Did two tours of Afghanistan before joining the Bureau.

Spent some time with JTTF, mostly narcotics.

Undercover of late.

He's being investigated internally for questionable behavior.

A Fed.

He's gonna be sticking his nose in our business.

Well, we won't let that happen, will we?

(school bell ringing, chatter)

(playing stops)

(playing resumes)

(plays discordant notes, groans)

(breathing heavily)

(door opens)

We have a lead on the Carroll surveillance.

Could be another cell.

Emme: But when we got in the car, I saw this.

GPS: Arrive at 1445 Quaker Ridge Road in 45 minutes.

All right, pull the thread, see where it leads.

Eyes only, 1445 Quaker Ridge Road.

♪ ♪

(music continues in the distance)

♪ ♪

(cell phone vibrating)

Yeah?

Mr. Carroll?

This is Principal Sherman.

I'm afraid Emme has had another... incident.

How bad is it?

She'll be fine, but... coupled with her spectrum disorder, I'm afraid self-harming is not something that we're equipped for here.

We need to look at another option.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

(music continues in the distance)

♪ To such as me ♪
♪ Who longs to see ♪
♪ How a legend ♪
♪ Ought to be ♪

Regan: Pretty boy's going in.

Jackson said eyes only.

♪ ♪
♪ Had dreams to give ♪
♪ Her heart away ♪
♪ Like an orphan ♪
♪ Along the way ♪
♪ She cared so much ♪
♪ She offered... ♪

(music stops)

(distant door closes)

(clicking)

(clicking)

FBI. Turn around!

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

Turn around!

Aah!

(gasping)

(groans)

Be quiet.

As quiet as a church mouse.

Abby... where is she? (gasps)

She's gone, and you'll never see her again.

You took my wife, assh*le.

(gasps)

My, my, my, such strong language.

(gasping)

(footsteps above)

(grunting)

Briggs: I've got him. Get in the car! Go!

(Flynn gasping)

(grunting)

(clicking)

(grunts)

Who are you?

Agent Briggs.

We're on the same side.

I'm looking for your wife.

(grunts) Bullshit!

Don't believe me? Ask my boss.

He's very keen to meet you.

(grunting)

(car door opens)

Agent Carroll.

I'll be handling your debriefing.

Okay.

Who the fu... are you people?

Agents Regan and Briggs work for me.

My name's Truss Jackson.

I'm Commander of Joint Task Force Wotan.

Though, we prefer to call ourselves the Exo-Terrorism Unit...

E.T.U.

I worked in counterterrorism.

I never heard of any Exo-Terrorism Unit.

The E.T.U. deals with the kinds of t*rrorists other agencies aren't equipped to handle.

Like the ones we believe are responsible for the disappearance of your wife.

You think t*rrorists kidnapped my wife?

She's a piano teacher.

How did you find that farmhouse?

By reading a fortune cookie.

Did you see the men inside?

Could you identify the suspects inside the farmhouse?

I couldn't make 'em in a lineup, but I got a glimpse.

One guy had dreads.

The other two looked like burn victims.

Who are they?

It's classified.

Yeah.

Tell me what they have to do with my wife.

I'm not at liberty to say.

Hey.

Do those bastards have my wife?

Go home.

Get some rest.

We'll talk some more later.

So?

Emme, I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up.

Principal Sherman brought me home.

She's not as much of a bitch as I thought she was.

What happened?

A girl asked why I wasn't crying about Abby.

And I don't know.

So I hurt myself.

There's a therapeutic boarding school...

Boarding school?

Therapeutic boarding school.

Abby and I were looking into it after your last incident.

Emme, I'm sorry.

Now that Abby's gone, you're getting rid of me just like you always wanted.

That isn't true.

You promised my dad.

He was your partner.

You promised him. You're a liar.

I know.

Liar! Liar!

No.

(screaming) Liar! Liar! Liar!

Emme, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey, hey. Hey. Hey.

(sobbing)

I don't want to stay with you anyway.

Emme.

Let go of me!

Emme.

(door closes)

Flynn: You want some help?

No.

Hey, Emme.

Emme.

Jackson: Carroll is a skilled agent and a nosy one at that.

More importantly, his wife seems to mean something to the Hunters.

And then there's the business of the scar.

Hmm.

I understand.

He is a risk.

All right.

I'll handle it.

(phone beeps)

(single piano key plays)

(doorbell ringing)

Agent Carroll.

You find my wife?

Then what is it?

Your transfer to Homeland Security.

Homeland Security?

It's a cover.

Welcome to the E.T.U.

ETU HEADQUARTERS

Jackson: All personnel are cleared for classified operations.

Briggs here comes courtesy of Australian Special Ops Command.

With your skills and experience, you'll be an excellent replacement for an agent we just lost.

That's not a great sales pitch.

What I'm about to show you is known only to this unit and a handful of people at the top of the D.O.D.

This information remains classified, period.

Are we clear?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

The t*rrorists we're chasing aren't human.

We used to say the same thing about the Hajis.

Not like that.

This Hunter and two others were part of a cell hiding out in an abandoned calcium carbonate refinery in Kentucky.

They were part of a larger, international organization.

The U.S. government first became aware of their existence in 2009.

This some kind of hoax?

Does this look like a hoax to you?

(breathing heavily)

Jackson: Hunter Number Seven, AKA Lionel McCarthy.

He's a professional DJ who uses the name Cymatic Society.

Have we reached out to T.S.C.?

McCarthy's on their watch list.

He may attempt to travel to the Middle East, where as far as we know, Brother Number Four is based.

Jules: That's their leader.

He's like the bin Laden of little green men.

Briggs: If McCarthy's on the no-fly list, he won't get past security.

Or an X-ray machine.

He wont have to get past all of them, just one.

Randall Slavich runs security at an airport near D.C.

We suspect he's a sleeper agent.

Jules: We've been monitoring his communications for weeks, and our surveillance turned up nothing until last night, when Slavich received this link from McCarthy via McCarthy's Spotify chat.

("Maid of Orleans" playing)

That song was playing in the farmhouse.

O.M.D., Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.

'80s British New Wave group.

They did that song, "If You Leave."

It was in, uh, "Pretty in Pink" in the last scene, when Andie...

Jules.

My guess is that it's an encoded message.

I think McCarthy's telling Slavich that he needs help getting out of the country.

Jackson: Slavich's next shift starts in four hours.

We're gonna take a team, stake it out, see if McCarthy shows.

Abby Carroll may turn up with McCarthy.

Regan: And if she does?

She's to be apprehended and held for interrogation.

That is all. Let's go, people.

Let's bring 'em in this time.

Hunters use sonic weapons.

The two-eighty.

That's two-eighty as in...

Decibels.

Well, look at you with the science.

E.T.U. weapons are reverse engineered using Hunter g*ns that we've seized.

Battery snaps out, in, like so.

Aim for the head. That's how you take one down.

There'll be a muffled sound, some kickback.

You'll get used to the feel.

Like spooning a lover.

A g*n that sh**t Martians.

Regan: We don't know where they come from.

Could be space. No one knows for sure.

What we do know is that Hunters don't come in peace.

Stay calm, keep focused and whatever you do, stay the hell away from this one.

MARYLAND INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

(jet engine roaring overhead)

(indistinct P.A. announcements)

She had a secret.

Your wife.

Something you didn't know.

Something that got her caught.

You don't know anything about Abby.

Everyone's hiding something.

Sir, you need to hear this.

On the surface, just another lame remix, but when we pull the tracks apart, that's when things get interesting.

♪ ♪

(clicking)

Those clicks were on the tape from the Coahuila factory.

Yeah, we'll see. We'll start cracking it.

That's not all, sir.

There was another track buried in the song.

No code, no attempt to hide it.

What is it?

It's a warning, sir.

McCarthy: This is a warning from our leader, dear Brother Number Four.

This is his one and only warning, so sit up and listen close.

For years we have remained hidden amongst you, watching, waiting.

We take nothing without reason.

What we want is good and right.

It's what we've been waiting for.

Their first direct communication, and it's a damn manifesto.

Our cause is just.

The end justifies our means.

Love swings the hammer.

Blood will be shed.

You will bleed, you will cry, and you will die.

You will not be safe.

You will pay the price.

We are many, we are everywhere, and we are angry.

The end begins now.

(grunting)

Regan: Escalator.

McCarthy's here, headed to security.

Briggs: Alone?

Looks like.

Stay with him.

We're on him.

We're at baggage carousel one.

Slavich's letting McCarthy through a secure door.

We're in pursuit.

(g*nf*re)

(grunting)

Regan: Briggs, Slavich's been hit.

He's heading to the service hangar.

I'm on my way.

(clicking)

(clicking)

Slavich!

(clicking)

Slavich, stop!

Tell me where my wife is.

Tell me!

Tell me where my wife is, or I'll blow your damn head off.

(clicking)

(clicking)

Hello, Allison.

(chuckles)

You can't stop us.

We're inside.

Inside what?

The E.T.U.

We're inside.

They're using you.

Briggs: Carroll?

Where's Regan? Where's McCarthy?

(clicking)

What a fine and fearsome creature you are.

Magnificent in every way.

You don't know me.

Oh, but I do.

I know what's inside of both of us, and I know how badly it wants to come out.

Go on. sh**t me.

Spill my blood, then lick it up, and then run with me like the animal you are.

(clicking)

(g*nsh*t)

Briggs: He's got a g*n!

No!

(g*nsh*t)

Holy sh*t.

He escaped. He got a sh*t off first.

Briggs: Damn it.

♪ ♪