01x03 - Maid of Orleans

[bunniefuu]

announcer: Previously on "Hunters"...

That audio message said blood would be spilt, and it has been.

The bastard who took Abby.

We find out where he is, we find your wife.

My wife is not one of you.

♪ ♪

You wanna see Abby now? Come on.

Jackson: We got some forensics off the body in the warehouse.

Turns out there was heroin in the victim's system.

It's not Abby.

We're everywhere, and you can't stop us.

Slavich's wife.

Uhh!

Regan: I tore that woman to shreds, like an animal... and I liked it.

Agent Regan is shedding like a freakin' cobra.

Carroll: Slavich's last words to me were about Hunters being inside the ETU.

McCarthy: Regan's confused.

I think she's one of them.

She better watch herself.

(jump ropes smacking loudly)

♪ ♪

(sound intensifies)

Hey!

What is it, Allison?

Could you play something else?

Are you serious?

The noise hurts my head.

You are so weird.

(jump ropes smacking)

♪ ♪

(girl screaming)

(door opens)

man: Allison?

(panting)

What happened?

What'd you do?

(girl sobbing)

It was an accident, Daddy.

Oh, my God.

I'm... I'm sorry!

She's okay.

Ted, everything all right out there?

We need help! Call 911!

man: Call 911! They need some help!

(panting)

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

Jackson: The junkie body we found in McCarthy's warehouse had Columbian Olvidos' heroin in her system.

DEA got pictures of McCarthy and the Quins with the Olvidos last year.

They had no idea who or what they were dealing with.

Carroll: Quins? Those are the freaks I saw at the farmhouse.

Briggs: That's what we're calling 'em.

(shrieking) What's happening?

(glass shattering)

(creature screeching)

Jackson: This picture was taken on a road leading to a drug compound deep in the Columbian jungle.

Hunters and heroin, nd deep like a Mujahidin situation.

Tried and true method of raising funds.

Girl Scouts have cookies, t*rrorists have dope.

Regan. You getting all this?

The Hunters are running dr*gs in the jungle, and you're sending me a new guy to find them.

Got it.

Count me in.

Agent Carroll has history with narcotics, Briggs.

It's not him I'm worried about.

You think I need protecting?

Oh, let's ask Jessie Slavich.

Jackson: Agent Regan is the only reason you're still here to sh**t your mouth off.

You and Carroll.

My two cents... if we're going into the jungle to catch Hunters, another soldier couldn't hurt.

All right... Briggs, you're in.

Work together, find this camp, shut it down.

Capture any Hunters or collaborators you may find.

There are some local guys we've used before.

You can trust them.

I'll handle the McCarthy cleanup.

That is all.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I'm taking these.

Family pictures?

I was kidding.

Lighten up.

Thought you were still a married man?

I'm not getting down to my skin in here, so...

Yeah. (clears throat)

Um, about your skin thing.

We're still on that?

Go on.

Is there any other way to, you know, tell if someone is... whatever you are.

I get urges, physical urges.

They're hard to control.

You mean physical like, um... (clears throat)

Yes, that. And other stuff.

Impulse control.

Hunger, rage.

Aww, is she blaming her feelings?

Next she'll say it was PMS.

(zips bag shut)

Give her a break.

(loads clip)

A tiger doesn't change its stripes.

Carroll: Where we're going, were gonna need everything she's got in her.

(click)

(loud clacking)

(grunting softly)

Allison... what are you doing?

You said that hurts your ears.

It does.

Sweetie...

What happened to Nicole... was a mistake.

No, it wasn't.

I wanted her to stop, so I pushed her.

But you didn't mean to hurt her.

This was not your fault.

Janine and Amber said it was.

They told me they're not gonna be my friends anymore.

The reason this happened to Nicole... is because we're different.

You... me, your mom.

I'm gonna show you the truth.

And it might be scary.

But I need you to be strong.

(silverware clattering)

Now, watch closely.

Try not to turn away.

Daddy, no! Stop! Stop!

Keep... keep watching.

Dad, please!

Don't look away, Allison.

(whimpers)

This is what we are.

This is in me, and it's in you, too.

And it's why you hurt Nicole...

That isn't inside me. It isn't.

Hey... it's okay.

It's okay.

(chuckles softly)

I don't ever want to hurt anyone.

Then don't.

(helicopter whirring)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(distant clicking)

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(helicopter buzzing)

(footsteps crunching)

Regan: We'll never find anything in here on our own.

Briggs: They'll turn up. They're hired g*ns.

No show, no dough.

Hola.

Buenos dias.

I'm Carroll.

This is Briggs. Regan.

Jackson sent us.

One of you the C.O.?

Psst!

(r*fles cocking)

Alejandro.

But they... call me Mato.

Welcome to my jungle.

Mato: The Olvidos' drug camp is somewhere in this part of the jungle.

I had to guess, I'd say here.

Briggs: But you don't know for sure?

Mm...

The plantation is run by cold-blooded K*llers.

They keep it hidden.

Guard the perimeter with traps and sn*pers.

And these guys... puro cabrons.

Former MFC.

m*llitary.

That and FARC.

They're soldiers we grew up with who decided they wanted a payday instead of freedom.

You can thank Jackson and his CIA friends for that.

So they got kids guarding the candy store.

Kids own the candy store.

The Olvidos, they don't play.

They cut your eyes out for stealing.

But you...

But no one has ever made it to that camp uninvited.

Not the army, not your DEA... no one.

You're sure you want to do this?

Why, you getting cold feet?

Me? (chuckling)

No... I just want to be sure you won't run away when the fan hits the sh*t.

You worry about your own.

We're sure as hell not backing down.

(distant clicking)

(machete slicing, brush crunching)

Carroll: Mato says the drug camp is ten miles in.

He'll get us there by nightfall.

Not bad for a guy who did his tours of duty in Kandahar.

I'd take Afghanistan over this FernGully sh*t any day.

Yeah, I hate this green stuff, too.

You're a vegetarian. Isn't this all just... salad?

(panting)

Now I'm being led by Dora the Explorer.

Best keep that attitude to yourself.

We need it.

Especially if there are Hunters out there.

An Olvidos welcome.

Ladies first.

(men chuckling)

(gasps)

Carroll: You hearing anything?

(shouting in Spanish)

Regan: Hold on!

(g*nf*re)

(Regan) Mato!

(indistinct shouting)

Carroll: Hold fire!

Wait!

Hold fire!

Workers.

Armed.

They could have k*lled us all.

(speaking Spanish)

I'm not gonna hurt you.

(Carroll interpreting in Spanish)

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're okay now.

You're safe.

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

What did she say?

Someone came out of the jungle and took her mother.

(Carroll speaking Spanish)

Una Monstruo.

(water bubbling)

(muffled rock music playing)

(rattling)

Ted: Allison!

(pounding on door)

Allison, open the door!

(pounding)

(pounding on door continues)

(distant clicking)

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

It's just weed.

You need to leave, now.

(glass shatters)

Oh, my God!

Was that an earthquake? What's happening?

The people I told you about, the ones we can't trust.

They're here. Come on, hurry.

(both shriek)

My ears!

(woman screaming)

Mom!

Dad, I'm scared.

What's happening?

Take this. Climb Allegheny.

Follow your instincts.

I'll come get you when I can.

But I can't just leave. What about Mom?

Allison, listen, I need you to be my brave girl.

Okay? Just follow your instincts.

You'll be fine.

Now out the window. Now. Go, now!

(screeching and screaming)

(shrieks)

(screeching sound)

(gasps)

Carroll: She says a monster took her mother.

(speaking Spanish)

Regan: Ask her again.

We need to know exactly what she saw.

It's La Mojana.

It's a local legend.

A woman that changes shape, takes people into the jungle and eats them.

The cartel encourages it to keep peasants out of the jungle.

(speaking Spanish)

Si. La Mojana.

La Mojana.

We need to get her back to the camp.

Mato: No, no, no... she stays.

We're walking into a sh*t storm, and I need every soldier I got.

She's just a kid.

I'm taking her back.

You got a job to do... with us.

Flynn's right.

Oh... we got La Mojana out there, and suddenly you need me.

Yo, G.I. Joe Barbie, she's a big girl.

I was slitting throats when I was her age.

You want your payday like Jackson promised?

Send your weakest man to take the girl back to camp, otherwise, we take her.

And you go home empty-handed.

Choice is yours, jefe.

Carlos.

Gracias.

De nada.

Vamos.

When do we tell him we're fighting monsters and not a drug cartel?

We don't tell them anything.

And they're not monsters.

They're just not human.

(panting)

(strange clicking sounds)

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping, wings flapping)

(gasping)

Ted: If you're reading this, it means I'm no longer with you.

You're on your own now, and you have to be strong.

No matter what you do, I am your father, and you're my little girl.

And I will always love you.

(rabbit squeaking)

(squeaking and sniffing)

(rabbit screeching)

(flesh tearing)

Briggs: Check it out.

Straight ahead.

I think we found our camp.

Looks empty.

No guards, nothing.

Ghost town.

Regan?

I don't hear a thing.

Let's move in from below.

(flies buzzing)

Clear.

Empty. The bodies outside must be the workers.

A m*ssacre.

Clear.

Carroll: No b*llet wounds.

No signs of firefight. Just...

Ripped apart.

(flies buzzing)

What the hell could have done this?

(clicking)

(growling and clicking)

Regan: Flynn?

Carroll: What did you find?

Footprints.

They look fresh.

(indistinct Spanish chatter)

Hey... yeah, we searched the entire camp.

There's no one left here alive.

Nothing more to see.

No, we're not leaving.

We go now, we might make it back before dark.

Oh, is it past their bedtime?

Yeah... yeah.

'Cause we did our job... got you to the camp.

That's what I told Jackson we'd do, and it's done.

Is this your jungle?

Si.

Then act like it.

You're not here for a drug bust.

Briggs... let's set up a watch.

We'll take shifts till morning.

Mato... you and your men can clean up the bodies outside.

We'll search the lab.

Ptuh!

They were producing heroin.

Look at this.

Check this out.

That body wasn't k*lled like the ones outside.

It's the same wounds as the junkie in McCarthy's warehouse.

I've raided dozens of drug labs, I've never seen anything like this.

Something else was going on.

It's still warm.

They were destroying evidence.

And people.

No loose ends.

Like they were one step ahead of us.

Slavich told me they had someone on the inside.

A mole? That's crazy.

What is that?

Yeah, it's skin.

Yeah.

It's some kind of tissue, not human.

What the hell were they doing here?

Taking the pain away.

(moaning)

♪ Tryin' to skate or die ♪
♪ You'll never be a factory girl, oh ♪
♪ Don't ever brush your hair ♪
♪ Don't ever brush your hair ♪
♪ Is this love, love, love I'm feeling? ♪
♪ Is it love or the wrecking ball? ♪
♪ Is this love, is this love, love I'm feeling? ♪
♪ Is this love or the... ♪

(moaning loudly)

You want a medal?

My break's almost over. Shoo.

Crazy fu... bitch.

I'll call you!

Not.

(siren bloops)

(car door slams)

man: Hey.

What are you doin'?

None of your business, d*ck wad.

What did you say?

You heard me, donut ass.

Up against the wall.

(both grunting)

Let him go!

Let him go, or I'll sh**t!

Hear anything? Is it out there?

Regan: I don't know. Could be.

Carroll: Can't do much till morning.

At least Briggs will be the first one getting ripped apart.

What?

After all the sh*t he gives you for being a Hunter?

Briggs has his reasons for hating me.

And loving me.

It's complicated.

Did you two, um...

No. No. God, no.

I'm not his type.

Besides, he's kind of a loner, in case you hadn't figured that out yet.

Can't say I blame him.

I've seen human beings do some heinous sh*t.

But I've never seen anything like that.

This helps.

Ah.

(bag unzipping)

So alcohol doesn't affect you like...

No. No. But I like the ritual.

It makes me feel normal.

It's pretty much the opposite for me.

I like how it makes me feel not normal.

Did you always look... so...

What? Human?

As far as I can remember.

Thought I was, until my parents told me I wasn't.

Your wife... you never suspected?

What?

That she could be from outer space?

(chuckling)

No.

Had no damn reason to think she might be.

But, watching you...

I'd say it's possible.

(distant clicking)

(clicking)

(distant growling)

(whispering) Hey. Psst, psst.

Come on.

♪ ♪

(throaty clicking)

(metallic clatter)

(metallic clatter)

(clicking snarl)

(screaming, creature roaring)

Miguel! (speaking Spanish)

(shouting in Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

Miguel! ¿Como estas?

(clicking, crash)

(Miguel screaming)

You're gonna fry, you bastard.

This k*lled all of Mato's men.

What the hell is that?

Let's get it away.

(creature moaning)

What was that?

Mato: Whatever it was... it wasn't human.

Where's my cell phone? I'm calling in backup.

The whole God damn army if I have to.

We will find that thing and go k*ll it...

(silenced g*nsh*t)

(night birds calling)

(sighs)

Wanna tell me what the hell that was about?

Containment protocol. Jackson's orders.

He saw too much. He was about to talk.

She's right. ETU rules.

We can't let any of this get out.

Whatever k*lled his men is still out there.

We need to notify Jackson, get moving.

Regan, if I hadn't have joined the unit, would you have... contained me?

Not in human form?

Well, what form is it in?

Regan: I don't know, exactly.

All I know for sure is that it's a Hunter.

And Mato saw it?

Has he been...

It's been handled.

Your protocol left us shorthanded.

We need additional support. Eyes in the sky.

Jackson: I'll see what I can do.

Carroll: We need it now. Can't wait till the morning.

Understood.

That thing can hunt at night.

It has the advantage.

You have a location on the target?

Regan: It's injured, scared.

I think it'll head to the mountains.

You think or you know?

Regan: That's what I would do.

Jules: That makes sense with what we understand about their language.

Higher elevation means more miles to anticipate potential att*cks.

Jackson: We could have a drone out there in an hour.

Jules: And then what happens?

22-year-old kid from Iowa with an Xbox controller and a Snowden complex gets one of these things in his sights?

How do we contain that?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

I'll reach out to Langley.

If we wanna catch this thing, we gotta leave now.

Has ETU ever caught one that doesn't look like you?

We've never captured one alive in any form.

Then we better, uh, catch this one, right?

How we gonna find it in the dark?

You can find anything if you want it badly enough.

(police radio chatter)

(door buzzes)

Jackson: Hello, Allison.

My name is Truss Jackson.

Homeland Security.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Stop staring, you dirty old freak.

(chuckling)

What, you never seen a girl before?

Not like you.

I have an... old photograph of you that I put into the system years ago, just in case you ever got arrested.

And here you are.

Cute kid.

But that's not me.

Allison Regan of Circleton, West Virginia.

Daughter of Ted and Liana Regan.

Never heard of 'em.

Disappeared age 16 after a home invasion by unidentified intruders.

You sure that's not who you are?

(crickets chirping)

(sniffing)

(electronic beeping)

Go.

Langley said no.

You have to abort.

Why?

Bullshit!

Without backup, you're vulnerable.

Without a drone, you're blind.

It's too dangerous.

It's injured. We have the advantage.

It's a new form of Hunter.

Abort.

That's an order.

You're breaking up. You said report?

Abort! I said abort.

Copy that! We'll complete the mission and report, over.

Carroll!

(phone beeps off)

We're gonna catch sh*t for that.

Well, we better make it worth it.

In the trees!

(snarling, brush rustling)

(brush rustling)

(clicking)

(whispers) Briggs!

(man screaming)

Briggs!

Ohh, you piece of sh*t!

(grunting)

I'm okay.

A perimeter trap from the drug cartel.

Oh, now you tell me.

Ready? On three.

Go on.

One...

(both grunt)

(distant clicking)

The clicks are getting fainter.

All right, you go.

I'll take care of Briggs.

(Briggs grunting)

♪ ♪

(distant clicking)

She could get ripped by whatever that thing is.

Or she tears it up.

What they call a win-win.

Right. Uhh!

(groans loudly)

So what's your beef with Regan?

Oh, I don't like human Hunters like you do.

(distant clicking)

(closer, deeper clicking)

(clicking)

Carroll: She's been pretty damn useful.

She's not the only one I've met.

I was with Australian Special Forces in Afghanistan.

We thought we were hitting a t*rror1st cell.

Turned out to be just one guy in a room.

Two of us went in.

Opened fire, both clips.

Nothing.

And then... it leapt at Brendan and it ripped him apart.

But slowly... playfully.

Like a cat.

And the whole time, it kept looking at me.

Like it was a show.

Hunters took the one you love.

They did that to me, too.

You can't trust her.

And whatever they look like on the surface... they're monsters underneath.

(clicking)

(hissing)

(hissing)

(rattling)

(chuckling)

You're ruthless.

World domination cometh.

You get the k*ller instinct from your parents?

My parents are dead, aren't they?

Truth is, we don't know much about anything about... your parents, about you, about any of it.

So you don't know sh*t.

Not about me.

No one does.

(insects chirping)

You kept his letter from your dad for years.

(deep clicking)

Everybody needs someone.

(panting)

Your parents... they were like you.

Weren't they?

Yeah.

They were like me.

And what are you?

I don't know.

♪ ♪

(rhythmic clicking)

♪ ♪