03x08 - The Island

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Come on, where are you?

(speaking Mandarin)

(both laughing)

(speaking Mandarin)

(conversing in Mandarin)

(laughs)

(screams, speaks Mandarin)

(onlookers murmuring, talking)

(speaking Mandarin)

I'm taking you down
this time, Carrie.

A boy can dream, Sean.

Remember, you promised if I beat
you this time, I get a kiss.

Today, Barry,
you get a kiss anyway.

What about me?

Do I get a kiss, too?

You know, Quinton, a rain check.

About ten years, okay?

All right, what's
it gonna be, boys?

Bishop to D3.

Uh-huh. Knight to F6.

Okay.
Even with you incredible memory,

there's a lot of boards
with a lot of moves.

You can't win.

Pawn to G5.

My memory is more
than incredible, Barry.

It's perfect,
which is why I remember

the same Budapest Gambit
October 14 of last year.

Are you ready?

Quinton... Rook to C1.

Sean... Queen to F7.

Barry... Queen to H5.

Surrender and keep dreaming.

(cell phone ringing)
Oh, thank you very much!

Don't look so sad. Carrie Wells!

Still undefeated!

Hey, Al.

Two Chinese tourists found the
body when it washed up on shore.

They called it in,
but not before posting

a video of the whole thing
on Facebook.

(groans) The mayor brought
us in to control spin.

Who is he?

No I.D.
Kid didn't have a wallet on him.

Hey, Jo.

Hey, there.

Okay. Male, early 20s.

Looks like a single g*nsh*t
wound to the back of the head.

Been in the water
maybe eight to ten hours,

according to rigor.

I'm estimating the time of death
to be around midnight,

but I'll know more
when I get back to the lab.

I've seen him before.

On a flyer.

His name is Sam Miller.

He was reported missing
last week.

Looks like we found him.

I just got off
this endless conference call

with the Tourist Board.

Good Lord, those
people can chat.

I assume they want
this wrapped up quickly?

They want this
wrapped up yesterday.

What do we know so far?

Sam Miller was 22,

an environmental studies major
at Denton University,

by all accounts a good kid, good grades.
No criminal record.

And according
to his school records,

Sam lived with his parents

Bruce and Shelly Miller,

up in Throggs Neck,
in the Bronx.

At least up until a month ago,
when he dropped out of school

and pretty much out of sight.

The kid left home--
no forwarding address,

no way to contact him.

He only took
his cell phone with him.

After his mother didn't hear
from him for three weeks,

she filed
a missing persons report.

What mother waits three weeks

to file
a missing persons report?

Hmm. What do we know

about this family?
Well, Sam's dad owns

three supermarkets

between Castle Hill and Hunt's Point.
He also has one hell of a temper.

In the past six months,
patrol's responded

to the apartment four times

after neighbors heard them all fighting.
No charges were filed.

We need to find out what
was going on in that house

and why it took so long
to report him missing.

All right, keep me apprised.
The FBI I can handle.

But the Tourist Board,
they're...

they're just mean.

(quiet laughter)

We're very sorry for your loss.

CARRIE: Mrs. Miller,
you took a while

before you filed a missing
persons report on Sam.

Any reason for that?

He took off about a month ago.

Sam was in college.

He'd go off the grid from
time to time-- a week,

ten days wasn't
out of the ordinary, but...

once it became a few weeks
without a phone call,

that's when I knew something was wrong.
Mr. Miller,

we're trying to piece
together what happened

so I have to ask:

On a few occasions,

your neighbors heard
you fighting with Sam

loud enough they had
to call the police?

What does that have to do
with who k*lled my boy?

Would you mind if I took
a look around Sam's bedroom?

Why?

Well, anything I could learn
about Sam might help.

(sniffling)
(voice breaking): I'm sorry.

(sniffling):
This is all just so hard.

I can't imagine
what you must be going through.

(sniffles)

Paroxetine.

Was Sam depressed?

Uh, he had OCD. Oh.

But it was under control
for a while now.

Detective Wells, I know that

my husband may seem a bit gruff.

He and Sam fought,
but you have to know

that Bruce loved Sam very much.

And he never got violent
with him or anything like that?

No.

Parents know how heated
those fights can get,

but Bruce would never hurt Sam.

We're not making
any accusations.

I can't believe this.
We're just trying to find out

what you argued about.

What every parent argues
about with their kid:

what the hell Sam's
gonna do with his life.

The neighbors...
what they heard...

Bruce has had a
short fuse lately.

What with his employees

wanting to unionize the market.

Where were you around
midnight last night?

Oh, you son of a b*tch!

You know,
I was with my wife, at home,

worrying about my son.

How dare you accuse me
of anything!

Look, I argued with Sam
because I loved him.

I would never have hurt him.

It's gotten really scary.

These union people,
they put dead rats at our door.

They broke into your building?

Yeah.

A little over a month ago.

That's right around the
time Sam left, right?

And you hadn't spoken
to him since?

No. You don't think they
hurt my son, do you?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

Hey. Oh, hi.

Here's what I've got:

I pulled a .38-caliber round
from his frontal lobe.

The point of entry was
at the base of the skull,

passed through
the basal ganglia.

He died instantly.
So Sam was shot

and then tossed in the river.
I'm betting whoever k*lled Sam

was hoping his body would get
swept out into the ocean.

Makes sense. Mmm.

This tox screen came back clean,
except for his OCD meds.

His T-cells were up--
he probably had a cold.

He looks like a sweet kid.

WEBSTER: It's such a shame.

We're not gonna back down.

I got one message for Miller:

a union united
will never be divided.

Guy's name is Ray Pulaski.
He's been head of the GSWUA

for the past three years. Guy
knows how to work a picket line.

And he's been effective.

Pulaski's been unionizing
supermarkets borough by borough.

He started off in Queens
with a few grocery stores

in Astoria, and now
he's hitting the Bronx.

Does he have a record?
Not so much

a record,
but he likes to stir the pot.

On at least two separate
occasions this year,

NYPD had to respond
to an altercation

at one of his protests.
According to Sam's mother,

Pulaski's guys left some
dead rats at their front door

a month ago to
send 'em a message.

Maybe Pulaski went after Sam

to make sure they heard
that message loud and clear.

What are you busting my ba*ls for?
You guys are cops.

What would your lives be like
without a union protecting you?

Hmm. Can you account
for your whereabouts

for the past 48 hours?
Sure, I can.

I been working three different
picket lines nonstop.

I haven't seen my own family
in two days.

You kept up your picket
even after Miller's only son

was m*rder*d? Hey, no rest
for the weary, right?

I'm guessing you got witnesses
to back your story? Yeah.

Those hardworking Americans
over there,

fighting to make a decent wage.

People might think
unions are dead,

but they got another thing
coming.

You want to explain
the rodents you deposited

at the Millers' door?

It was a stunt.

Morale can sag on a picket line.

I had to rally the troops.

You might want to start
by buying 'em some pizza.

We subpoenaed
Sam's cell records.

You called Sam
at least eight times

since your protest started.

Hey, the kid knew
what side to be on.

He knew his dad was wrong.

Sam was helping you?

Who do you think let us in
to drop off the rats?

He was giving us
inside information on his dad.

Look, Sam was a good kid.

He cared about
the everyday worker

and what we're fighting for.

But maybe his dad found out,

because Sam stopped
cooperating a few weeks back

and I never heard
from him since.

Now listen, doll, unless
you're gonna arrest me,

I got a picket to get back to.

First thing,
pull the news footage

just to make sure
about his alibi,

but we got to
get Miller back in.

Shelley already alibied him.

We gotta get Miller alone
so he can't intimidate his wife.

Then we'll see how long
that alibi stands up. Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Damn it.

So, no luck with that
union guy Pulaski?

Well, aside from the cops

breaking up some scuffles
at his protests,

all he's got
are a couple citations

for obstructing traffic.

Well, maybe I'll get lucky
with the dad.

Hmm.

You know...

I still don't get
how you wait three weeks

to report your kid missing.

Oh, come on, Murray,
Sam's in college.

When I was in school,
I'd go a month

without talking to my parents.

I can't imagine not knowing
where Maia is for that long.

Your daughter's nine years old.

Let's revisit this in ten years.

No, trust me, I will now.

You know what?

You probably would.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing, no-- I don't know. I'm just
saying that I'm sure Maia loves the fact

that you bring
her snack to school

every single day... in
a purple lunch box.

Hey.

(Jay laughing)

She likes orange slices
and provolone.

And it has to stay cool.

Of course it does.

All the time.

So, what, I'm a
helicopter mom now?

No, I wouldn't say that. I think
you're more like a... a bulldozer mom.

Oh, God.

Better still, steamroller mom.

(both laughing)

That's funny.

And I was gonna offer you
an animal cr*cker.

- Whoop...
- Oh...

When did you find out Sam
was helping Pulaski?

I already told you, I had no idea
Sam was giving them information.

Sam was undermining
everything you worked for.

You seriously think
I'd k*ll my own son?

The man who put him
in rehab three times,

even though Sam was hell-bent

on k*lling himself
with those drugs?

Sam was a drug addict?

It started when he was 17.

Prescription drugs, mostly.

We kept it quiet.

His mother and I have sacrificed...
so much.

But we'd do anything
to help Sam.

He started abusing
oxycodone in order

to self-medicate his OCD.

You have no idea how
horrible that addiction is.

Each time Sam went
through withdrawal

he-he couldn't think straight,
and it...

it nearly k*lled his mother.

But Sam's blood work was clean.

There was no oxy in his system.

It may not have been in
his system when he died.

Sam was using again.

It was that damn protest group

he got involved with in college.

What protest group?

Stand Up To The System.

They're... "Occupy
Wall Street" types.

He changed after he met them.

Became agitated.

The fights your neighbors heard?

Were they about this group?

They turned my own son
against me.

My family has been
through... so much.

Those d*adbeats k*lled my son,

whether they pulled
the trigger or not.

Millers are sticking
to their story

and Pulaski checks out, as well.

What have you got?

I was just checking out
Sam's protest group,

and according to
the message boards,

some of the members
grew their own weed

out on these remote islands,
just off the Bronx.

They say which ones? No.

Message boards were
shut down two months ago.

Group was disbanded
after the leader was arrested

for possession
with intent to distribute.

What if Sam kept growing
weed on these islands?

I mean, we know dealers

far more dangerous
than these kids

use these islands as
a way station for their product.

You're thinking
Sam crossed dealers

who were protecting
their own turf.

Show me the islands. All right.

Well... Okay, these
three islands

are directly in
the current pattern

upriver from where
we found Sam's body,

I don't recognize any of them.

Wards Island had the first
bridge crossing into Manhattan.

South Brother Island,

the little one there--
that's where Jacob Ruppert,

early owner of the Yankees,
had a summer house.

I guess I'll take
Bizarre Trivia for 500, Alex.

AL: And North Brother Island

is where Typhoid Mary
was quarantined for 30 years.

Typhoid Mary?

Sam was reading up
on Typhoid Mary.

Tell me more about
North Brother Island.

AL: It's deserted now.

Nobody's lived there
since the '60s.

Now it's a bird
sanctuary for herons.

JAY: Sounds like
the perfect place

to grow weed
without being noticed.

And the perfect place...
To get away with m*rder.

Yeah.

You drive a boat better
than you drive a car.

Hah!

I'll take that as a compliment.

CARRIE: This place is kind of...
spooky, huh?

I heard it was haunted.

What? Yeah.

Back in the 1800s,
when this place

was filled with
quarantined patients,

they used to ship the bodies

back to Port Morris
from this very spot.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm talking...
What are you doing?

No, I'm making conversation. No,
you're not. You're trying...

You're not mak...
you're trying to freak me out.

Oh, you're spooked. You know what? You're
spooked. I'm not spooked, I'm focused.

We've got a case... Ooh...

Want to talk about spooked?

Uh, Saranac Lake,
August 23, 2000.

A bird flew into our room...
It was a bat. "It was a bat."

It was a very large bat. "Ooh!
There's a bat in our room!

Can you let anything go?
My God!"

You screamed like
a little girl, didn't you?

Well, guess what? I bet there's
a lot of bats on this island.

Who's spooked now? (grumbles)

(birds chirping)

CARRIE: Scared of bats...

and giant bugs
crawling up in your suit...

Just think--

once, this whole place
was teeming with people.

Yeah, contaminated people.

For a bad-a*s cop,
you seem a little jumpy.

I am so not jumpy.

(sudden snap, bird screeches)
What was that?

(squawking)

Oh.

Sometimes a bird sanctuary

is just a bird sanctuary.

(quiet chuckle)

Wait a minute,
something's different.

JAY:
Sounds like the perfect place

to grow weed
without being noticed.

You know, your birds are pretty
handy with woodwork.

Police. Don't move.
Show me your hands.

I told you, we're not
growing pot out here.

No, but you are trespassing
on government property.

What's your name?

Jordan Davis.

Eyes to the wall, Jordan.

I'm just saying...
And shut your mouth.

(sighs)

No weapons, no drugs.
They're clean.

All right, listen,
what are you doing here?

Minimizing
our ecological footprint.

What?!

Moved out here
about a month ago.

Been living off the land.

See, society has been destroying
this Earth at an insane rate.

People consume
far more than they need.

WOMAN: Please don't turn
us in, we're not

hurting anyone.

We only hid from you
because we thought

you were park rangers.

Hey, Jordan,
I couldn't find the...

What's going on?

You went to Denton College
with Sam Miller, didn't you?

Yes.

Is everything okay?

I can't believe he's dead.

You and Sam were close, yeah?

Yeah.

Sam and I took

Environmental Health
together and...

since the first day,
it felt like...

like we knew each other,
you know?

That we could trust each other,

even though we had just met.

I haven't been able
to trust many people

in my life, so... (coughing)

Listen, I know how hard this

must be for you. And I want you

to know no one here is gonna
get in any trouble, okay?

Mm-hmm. I gotta ask you:

was Sam or any of you guys
growing weed on this island?

God, n-no. We... We
don't allow drugs here,

no weapons, no temptations of any kind.
That's...

That's how we look out for
each other and stay clean.

You all had drug problems?

Well, not everyone, but...

none of us really have a
home to go back to, so...

Look, we weren't
doing anything ill*gal.

I promise.

I can show you our gardens.

Sure.

We use these tunnels
as a shortcut.

This way.

Watch your step.

Be careful, there's a big

hole here.
Stay close to the wall.

This is like
an obstacle course, huh?

It's like a maze.

It can get really confusing
in here, but you get used to it.

(wry laugh)

Wait... No, it's...
it's this one.

Sorry, there's so many doors,
I always forget.

Uh, stay to the right. Ah. Okay.

Wow.

Wow, this is incredible.

LOUISA: Sam was working
on purifying our water.

He was in charge of our garden.

That's why he took our boat

back to the city--
he was gonna pick up

his last paycheck
and get some seeds.

Wait a second.

Sam left the island?

Yesterday. Alone?

Yeah.

He said he'd only be gone
for a couple of hours, but...

Louisa, did Sam have a problem
with anyone on the island?

Any issues that you know about?

No.

No, they respected him.

We really just gonna
leave these kids here?

Well, most of them don't have
anywhere else to go, Al.

I mean, what are we gonna do?

They can't live here.

Listen, we have
more important things to do

than bust a bunch of kids
for trespassing, okay?

Come on.

You left them squatting
on North Brother Island?

Think of it as camping.

Or what you've
read about camping.

I'll have you know
I hiked the entire Inca Trail

to the top of Machu Picchu.
That's walking, not camping.

You two are seriously
debating this right now?

Sam's girlfriend, Louisa,
told us Sam went alone

back to Manhattan yesterday
afternoon to get supplies.

We know he never made
it back to the island

and was k*lled around midnight.

Those kids couldn't
have k*lled Sam.

They couldn't even
get off the island,

'cause Sam had their only boat.

And you and Carrie
believe their story?

Jay's looking for the
boat to confirm it,

but, yes, we do. All right.

Finding Sam's k*ller

is our priority,
but, make no mistake,

we will revisit this--

both the camping
and the squatting.

Hey, guys.

NYPD found a Zodiac

tied off the dock
at Barretto Point Park.

Park rangers didn't recognize
the boat, thought it was stolen

so they called it in. Turns out

the boat's owned
by Jordan Davis,

but he never reported it stolen.

That's one of the kids on the island.
MURRAY: Mm-hmm.

Were Sam's prints on the boat?

Well, we got a couple
of partials, but check this out.

Ran facial recognition,
got a positive hit on Sam.

This was taken at 4:00 p.m.
the day Sam was k*lled.

He took that boat alone.

Well, that is definitely Sam,

which means Louisa's story
checks out.

All right,
so we need to retrace his steps

from when he got to Manhattan
to when he was k*lled.

Louisa told us

he was on his way to pick up
his final paycheck

so he could buy seeds.
Okay, according

to Sam's work history,
his last known job

was at a clinical research lab
run out of Denton

by a Dr. Paul Hughes.

I'll see if Dr. Hughes
can fit you in,

but he's been in meetings
with Mazurtech executives

all morning.
Oh, I think he'll fit us in.

Mazurtech funds
all of his research.

Excuse me, Dr. Hughes. Uh, these
detectives are here to see you.

Oh, please, please come in.
We were just wrapping up.

It's good to see you again, Paul.
Yeah.

Good afternoon.

What can I do for you,
Detectives?

Detective Wells,
I'm Lieutenant Burns.

We're investigating the m*rder
of Sam Miller.

I understand he worked here.

Yes. I-I heard what happened
on the news.

I-I'm still in shock.

Sam was a wonderful young man.

About two days ago,
he came by to pick up

his final paycheck.

HUGHES: That can't be.
I haven't seen Sam since he quit

a month ago.

Uh... Yep. As you can
see, he was paid in full.

Have you had any contact

with Sam in the last few weeks?

HUGHES: No. I tried calling a few
times, but he never returned.

I spoke with his father once,
but Mr. Miller said

it was a family matter and
I should mind my own business,

so...
What did Sam do in the lab?

Data entry, mostly.

I'm an infectious
disease specialist,

and Sam compiled the results
of my research.

Sam loved science,

figuring out
how the world works,

which is why I knew
that there was something

very wrong when he left.

How so? I've been Sam's advisor

since he was a freshman.

I probably shouldn't
say anything, but...

Sam had a problem
with prescription medication.

We know about the stints
in rehab.

I cure diseases, but I had
no cure for Sam's addiction.

He fought so hard to stay clean

but, uh, not always
successfully, I'm afraid.

I offered to help him,
but Sam wouldn't let me.

Sam wouldn't let
anyone help him.

Okay. Thank you.

If-if there's anything more
that I can do,

please just let me know.

So let's say Sam fell off the wagon.
Right.

What, do you think that's
the reason he lied to Louisa

about why he came back
to Manhattan?

They all want to stay
clean, Sam couldn't.

So he makes up
an excuse to get a fix.

Jay, pull up a list
from the NITRO computer.

Everyone arrested for dealing
drugs near Denton University

in the past year.

You're thinking
a drug deal gone wrong?

Sometimes the simplest
answer is the right one.

Thank you, oh, wise one.

Jay.
Okay, we got Annie Cox, age 29.

Currently serving six months
in the Tombs

for possession with intent
to distribute.

Lamar Deaton, A.K.A. Sandman,

35-- just finished
court-ordered rehab.

Lives with his mother in Queens.

And this next gem,
Eddie Codd, 31.

Multiple possession charges.

His last W-2
is from Miller's Grocery

on Jerome Ave.
That's Sam's father's market.

Eddie Codd?

Police. We'd like
to talk to you.

Why do they always run?

Try to keep up, old man!

Who you calling old?

AL: Cut him off!

(grunting)

Come on, come on.

(panting)

Took you long enough.

What? How 'bout my tackle?

You see that? Not bad

for a guy who only
shaves once a week.

What? Oh, I get it. Because
I called you old back there?

And it's twice a week,
by the way.

Come on.

EDDIE: I swear
I didn't k*ll Sam.

Hadn't seen him in weeks.
Didn't even know he was dead.

You're lying. We know you sold
to Sam the night he died.

That's not true.

Okay, fine.

Kid came by around 9:00,
but I didn't sell him anything.

So you did see him. Yeah.

(over speaker):
I mean, Sam was tripping out.

Said he needed something
for his nerves, you know?

But he didn't have any money.

I'm not a charity.

What was he tripping out about?
Who knows?

You know? He was on his cell,

screaming at some doctor,

saying how the guy
screwed him over.

I figured that the doc didn't
give him the meds he wanted,

so that's why he came to see me.

Look, all I know is
that the kid was going nuts

and he needed to chill.

This is the way I see it:

you were the last person
to see Sam alive.

How much you want to bet
if we tossed your apartment

right now, we'd find it
full of pharmaceuticals

you are not supposed to have?

Guy like you... Two
prior convictions.

I couldn't have been
the last one to see Sam.

You know, come to
think of it, Sam said

he was gonna hook up
with someone later that night.

"Come to think of it."

How convenient for you.

No, it's true. Said he had
a big meet by 29th and 1st.

Figured he was
scoring some meds,

since it's right
by that hospital.

Which hospital?

Wentley.

I mean, the dude seemed anxious.

What did Sam do in the lab?

HUGHES: Data entry, mostly.

I'm an infectious disease
specialist.

Hughes.

I want to know
what Hughes is hiding.

He said he didn't see Sam--
I think he did.

He's lying. Let's find out why.

CARRIE: We'll clear it.

Clear.

(phone keypad beeping)

I need CSU on scene
at Denton University,

the Virus Lab. DOA.

Possible suicide.

Al...

There were two canisters
in here, and they're missing.

One of them
had a biohazard label.

Hughes was an infectious disease
specialist,

so what the hell
was in those canisters?

Auroraevirus.

He was working on a vaccine

for something called
an auroraevirus.

Jay, what can you tell us
about the auroraevirus?

Wow, this virus
is pretty brutal.

There was a lethal outbreak
in Ecuador in 2005.

It's not airborne, but
if you eat or drink the virus,

you'll have flu-like
symptoms-- cough, fever--

until the virus kills you
in about ten days.

No known cure.

We gotta find those canisters.

AL: All right, listen up.

We got to move quickly. If that
virus gets in the water supply,

we could be facing
a huge epidemic.

We got a ballistics match
on Hughes's g*n.

The same g*n that shot Sam. We found Hughes's
car in the faculty parking lot. Let me guess,

it had traces of Sam's blood.
Uh-huh.

So Hughes kills his own student,
then he kills himself.

Or someone kills Hughes
and steals the virus.

I'm tracking down everyone who had
authorized access to the lab.

Al, security cameras were
shut down in Hughes' office.

We still have no eyes
on who went to the lab

and took the virus.
There has to be video

of the hallways. Still waiting

for the university to send it over.
Get 'em to speed it up!

Come on! Let's go.

CARRIE: Jo, Sam had cold symptoms
when he was k*lled, right?

Is it possible
it was something else?

I was just coming to find you.

Sam's final blood work came
back, and it wasn't a cold.

The auroraevirus. Hughes's research
only reached the animal testing phase.

The FDA just recently
denied him approval

for human testing.

So how did Sam get infected?

Let's take a look at what the
police pulled from Hughes's lab.

Okay.

Let's see. Test results,
student evaluations...

(sighs) farming catalogues...

Wait. Wait, enlarge
those catalogues. Yeah.

The irrigation system.

Listen to me, Sam wanted

to purify the water
on the island, right?

Let's say he went
to Hughes for help.

That gives Hughes
the perfect opportunity.

Sam brings back the virus,

thinking it's something
to purify the water.

Why would Hughes do that?
He specializes in curing

infectious diseases,
not spreading them.

You said it yourself--

the FDA wouldn't
approve human trials.

He needed to find
his very own human lab rats.

Right? He needed to do that
to test his vaccine.

He had to get them sick first,
so he could cure them.

He wanted to be Edward Jenner.

Who? Edward Jenner is credited
with curing smallpox,

but in order to do that,
he infected healthy children

to prove his vaccine.

We don't know how many
children died as a result.

Oh, my God. (phone rings)

Hey.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Hey, Jay, what do you got? Oh.

Hey, Carrie.
So here's the security video

from the university hallway.
Now, the video starts

at the time Hughes'
lab cameras went down.

There. The viral canisters have to
be in his backpack-- right there.

Wait...

That's the guy from Mazurtech.

He's the one who's been
overseeing Hughes'

research grants.

(typing) Mazurtech...
Guy's name is

Wendell Kuryak, president
of Mazurtech Pharmaceuticals.

They specialize
in developing vaccines

for diseases
throughout the world.

Or at least they used to.

Recently filed for Chapter 11
bankruptcy reorganization.

If Mazurtech
was having financial trouble

and if his company put a lot

of money into that vaccine, the next
thing would be to test it, right?

And who better to test it on

than isolated, off-grid kids
on an island?

Which means Kuryak
and Hughes are working together.

I think Hughes used Sam.

I think he tricked him
into contaminating

the water supply on the island.

I think Sam found out,

confronted Hughes,
Hughes k*lled him.

Then, conveniently,
Hughes kills himself.

The virus and the vaccine
are missing,

which leaves Kuryak. His
company's reputation--

everything-- is riding
on proving he has the cure.

Where's Kuryak right now?
I'll ping his cell.

Got a GPS signal.
He's in the East River.

Why's he going back
to the island?

He's going to clean up
what's left of his mess.

Kuryak is on the island.

Assume he's armed and dangerous.

OFFICERS: Go! Move! Move!

(groaning) Stay back!

You gotta trust me.

You gotta believe me.

I'm here to help. Shut up!

Shut up! But, no, look, when I found out
what that maniac Hughes was doing--

using Sam to try and
poison you kids...

You're lying. Sam would never hurt us.
I had to do something.

AL: Kuryak, stop! Give it up!

They're trying to poison us!
Louisa, run.

Al, she's got the vaccine
and the virus.

AL: Don't let him go.

He's lying about Hughes.
He's in on it!

AL: All right, stay with them.
Stay with them.

Louisa, come back!
That medicine can help you!

Louisa! Louisa, wait!

AL: I can't see a thing.

CARRIE: Wait a second.

LOUISA: Watch your step.

Just stay with me, Al.
Come this way.

Be careful. There's a big hole here.
Stay close to the wall.

It's right here.

Stay up against the wall, okay?

This place is like a maze.
Stay with me.

She's headed for the garden.

Wait. No, it's... it's this way.

Stay to the right.

(quietly): I got it.

CARRIE: Louisa... Stay back.

Hey.

I'm just here to help, okay?

No, I have to destroy
the poison.

No, no, no, look...

Stay back! Look, look...
I am. Look at me.

That's not poison.
What you have-- right there--

is a cure that can save
you and your friends. No.

You're just like everyone else.

Why are you trying to hurt us?

I'm not trying to hurt you.

Look at me.

Louisa, I'm not
like everyone else.

I'm not.

You can trust me.

No... Why should I trust you?

Because you and me,
we're... we're a lot alike.

Listen, I know what it's like

to feel alone and different.

I do.

I mean, I think you're brave.

I wish I'd been brave enough to
find my own island to live on.

(sobbing)

But they k*lled Sam.

Yes, they k*lled Sam.

Don't let them k*ll you, too.

Sam would want you to live.

Louisa, look at me. Look at me.

I promise you that what
you're holding in your hands

is a cure that can save you
and your friends.

Please trust me. (sobbing)

Please help us.

Okay.

(crying)

WEBSTER: Her viral levels

plummeted once we
started treatment.

Louisa and her friends
are going to make

a full recovery within weeks.

That's great.

WEBSTER: It's ironic, really.

The antiviral worked,

but Hughes and Kuryak
will never see

the fruits of their labor.

You coming?

No.

I'm gonna hang out here
for a bit.

Hey.

Hi.

How are you feeling?

A little sore, I guess.
But okay.

Good.

Is everyone else...
Everyone's gonna be okay.

It's gonna work out fine.

You know, you were
really brave back there.

You kept your word.

You saved us.

I like to think Sam saved you.

If he hadn't left the island

and tried to figure out
what was going on,

we would never
have found you, you know?

Yeah.

Sam's watching out for you.

He always did.

Get some rest, okay?

Hey.

AL: Hey. The CDC has the
canister with the virus.

It's completely contained.

Great. What about Kuryak?

He's lawyered up, but it's
not gonna do him any good.

g*nsh*t residue on his fingers
matches Hughes' g*n.

Kuryak shot him and made
it look like a suicide.

He's going away for a long time.
Best news of all,

I don't have to deal with the
Tourist Board anymore. Oh, well,

it's good to see you've got your
priorities straight, Eliot.

Eye on the prize.

What?

Nothing. What?

Well... What is it? Oh,
I was just thinking--

if I were heading to
a deserted island,

I'd take you.

That's sweet. Well, 'cause you'd
be able to remember all the stuff

I'd need to survive.

You're like a walking
Swiss Army knife.

Well, that's not... so sweet.

But, you know, if I...

was headed to a deserted island,

I'd take something warm. Yeah?

'Cause at nighttime it can
get cold and I would need to...

heat up.

Yeah.

I'd take matches.

To make a fire. You know?

Yeah.

Matches.