01x06 - Bunker Soldier

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announcer: Previously on "Hunters"...

Flynn: That's my wife.

I'm afraid we can't determine that yet either, Flynn.

She could have been k*lled months ago, even years.

I'm gonna show you the truth.

Daddy, no! Stop, stop!

This is what we are.

You gave yourself a treatment.

The treatment makes you vulnerable.

Flynn: He k*lled my wife.

No, I am your wife.

sh**t me, do it.

Do it!

(g*nsh*t)

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

We'd like to try and arrange a meeting with Brother Number Four?

That's their leader.

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

(woman speaking Romanian)

Is that Romanian?

Are you able to make anything out?

Regan: This one keeps repeating.

Richard Seraphin.

Director, Global Asset Management at the International Monetary Fund.

If he's laundering money for the Hunters...

Then he's in contact with their leadership.

Brother Number Four.

(clicking)

(creature clicking)

(clicking continues)

(leaves rustling)

(creature clicking)

(twigs snapping)

(creature clicking)

(cries out)

(creature clicking)

(instruments beeps)

(clicking)

(clicking)

(clicking)

(static crackling)

(woman speaking foreign language)

(volume increases)

(clicking)

(woman speaking foreign language)

(clicking)

(clicking)

(clicking)

(clicking)

(clicking)

woman: Nine, two, six, three, one, nine, one, three, six, one, five.

One, three, six, one, five.

Four, three, nine...

(creature clicking over radio)

(clicking)

(creature clicking)

(clicking)

(pounding at door)

(door unlocks)

(clicking)

(clicks)

Brother.

Welcome.

The others will be overjoyed.

Waited a long time for you.

The others, where are they?

We're everywhere.

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

(piano keys chime)

(cat meowing)

(groans)

Okay.

Not so loud.

(grunts)

(whistles)

(cell phone vibrating)

Jackson: We've got Briggs' initial report from the ground in Turkey.

The drug money Seraphin laundered for the Hunters was funneled through the IMF to here.

A m*llitary prison in Turkey ten miles from the Syrian border.

That's border as in refugees and runaway !sis brides.

The funds were allegedly being used for a well-building program.

I've seen the prison and surprise, it doesn't have any wells.

Not much water, either.

Shocking.

So who's collecting the money?

The prison's warden, Sharif Amari.

He's on the receiving end.

Finnerman has approved extraordinary rendition.

You will rendezvous with Briggs in country and extract the warden.

Any local support?

None.

You'll be in a hostile area where no faction is all that fond of us.

Expect a w*r zone.

So we won't be greeted as liberators?

I'd love to avoid getting beheaded.

This warden could be our Bin Laden's career.

We nab him, he could lead us straight to Brother Number Four's doorstep.

You're late.

We need to talk.

(lock beeps)

You're looking well.

Rough few days.

Yeah.

Holed up alone drinking.

How'd that work out for you?

You were watching me.

You went AWOL to find your wife.

Briggs found traces of Abby's blood in the hotel room.

I sh*t her.

To stop her from escaping?

Something like that.

You should have brought her in.

(laughter)

Happy birthday. I love you.

Yes, I should have.

Well, I mean, if I found out that if my wife was...

Abby's not my wife.

She never was.

There's nothing left for me to do here now, so, thanks.

I've had a blast.

I'm sorry to lose you.

Especially when things are just starting to get interesting.

We have a strong lead on the Hunter responsible.

For what?

Everything.

You gotta work on your tan lines.

Way past due.

You heard what happened at the hotel?

I heard Abby got away.

You wanna ask about it?

At least you didn't rip her apart.

I'm always gearing up too soon.

Then I just sit around, armed to the teeth, bored out of my skull 'til go time.

Flight to Turkey's not 'til 1600.

Grab a drink?

I think I had enough last night.

Besides, I've got a human-only policy from now on.

I said drink, assh*le.

Alison, I just want you at your best.

For my good, not yours.

Right?

You keep telling yourself that.

You should be trying to find them mole.

(man speaking in foreign language)

Ted: Ceausescu's regime will soon fall.

The CIA believe we are pro-democracy freedom fighters and foreign mercenaries helping the Romanian cause.

Their contact provides us with valuable resources.

(chattering)

But we have become soldiers in a revolution in which we have no stake.

(affirming chatter)

Can we trust your CIA contact?

He's a spy, not a saint, and also human.

Brother.

We gained much from this conflict, but it's time to move on.

Da.

Time to consider what benefits an allegiance with the Russians might bring us.

(all speaking in Russian)

(grunts)

(bones cracking)

Anyone else wish to speak?

We will not align ourselves with the Russians.

This struggle is our own.

(clicking)

(knocking at door)

My CIA contact.

This meeting is over.

Musa.

(speaks in Romanian)

Good to see you as well, my friend.

(speaks in Romanian)

Let us walk.

(speaks in Turkish)

(speaks in Turkish)

Is there a problem?

He wants to see your bag.

(shouting in Turkish)

He's not biting.

Here.

Try this.

Hey.

Huh.

You're welcome.

(phone alert)

Briggs has visual on our warden.

Apparently, Amari's got a love nest.

Lucky, huh?

Flynn: Thanks.

A doctor, seriously?

Don't you have to be smart?

Where's our guy.

Upstairs, in his pied-à-terre.

Wife and three kids at home.

This is where he keeps his side piece.

Shouldn't be too hard to extract him and question him about the IMF money while his pants are down.

We got a wire in the room?

Hm-hm.

How deep is he rolling?

You tell me.

(couple moaning)

Regan: Okay then.

He's got a two-man detail, one guy watching the door, the other's gone for a smoke, should be back in five minutes, 30 seconds.

That is very specific.

He's smoking 100s.

All right.

(shouting in Turkish)

Looks like the wife's not at home.

(shouting in Turkish)

Let's abort, we can contact Jackson, get an audible.

And give the mole another chance to slip us up?

She's a distraction.

I say we roll with it.

(speaks in Turkish)

I thought you said five-and-a-half, Briggs.

He's mine. Take the side door.

(couple arguing in Turkish)

(woman gaps)

(grunts)

(groans)

We're supposed to render him, not k*ll him!

He drew his w*apon.

(groaning)

Get them out of here!

Go, go!

You're okay. You're okay.

My pack, my pack.

Human.

Amari: Who are you? What do you want?

Shut up, we're asking the questions.

I don't understand.

Move your hand, move your hand.

Where is Brother Number Four?

(clicking)

Where is Brother Number Four?

What is it?

This symbol. I've seen it before.

These cross swords.

It's the prison emblem.

Yeah, I saw it.

These shapes around it curved sort of like a crescent moon, There were four of them.

Brother Number Four, where is he?

Where is he? Brother Number Four!

Briggs: Carroll.

I know where he is.

Do you understand?

Very tenuous.

Tell me you understand, Amari.

I don't know the four brothers.

Who are you collecting the IMF money for?

Who does it go to?

Please, I must see a doctor.

No, you're gonna be fine.

Unless you don't answer our questions.

Tell us where the IMF money is going, and don't you dare say wells.

(cries out)

Tell us!

Musa!

To Musa is where the money goes.

Musa who? Musa who?

Musa Wazari. I don't know him by other name.

Where do we find this Musa?

Where do we find this Musa?!

He lives in my prison.

Briggs: He's a prisoner?

No.

He stays there for safety.

He claims to be freedom fighter from Romania.

A man on the run.

He pays me to keep him safe, safe from the outside world.

But then, he becomes... seytan.

The devil.

He corrupts my guards. He kills my prisoners.

The strongest of men, parts of their spine go missing.

There's nothing I can do.

I go to my superiors, Musa will k*ll me.

I go to the police, they will k*ll my family.

The Hunter who had the baby spoke Romanian.

Flynn: We can help you.

We can get this man out of your prison, but we need to a way in.

Can you do that?

No one can ever enter his room.

He's always protected, guards outside his door day and night.

You will never get him alone.

You leave it to us.

Flynn: I'll get Jackson on the horn.

This rendition just got hell of a lot more interesting.

We're not calling ETU.

What? Why not?

If there is a mole and we call it in, they'll take Musa off.

He gets away, it's game over.

If we don't call it in, we have no support.

We're doing okay so far.

But a raid on the m*llitary prison with no backup, that's insane.

Musa doesn't know we're coming.

I'd rather have tactical advantage than numbers.

You contact Jackson, tell him we have his white whale?

Regan thinks it might tip off the mole.

I'll handle it.

Were you not even gonna hear me out?

About cutting communication with our commanding officer?

No.

Screw you guys.

Sir, Musa Wazari, does that name mean anything to you?

Musa?

Musa Wazari.

Possible pseudonym for Brother Number Four.

We have intel he may be holed up at the warden's prison.

We'll run the name.

Pull up Hydra, run Musa Wazari.

Any tags to go with that like, "Musa the Jackal" or something?

Just run it, Jules.

Jules: You okay, sir?

We found him.

Brother Number Four?

Holy sh*t, that's him?

The extraction plan just changed.

Run some scenarios.

Belfast '76?

Sure, why not?

Start there and we'll tweak some protocols.

I'll let Langley know we're gonna need a drone.

(lock beeps)

Jackson: Another shipment's on its way.

Should be here before Bucharest.

This would be a great victory for your people, Musa.

The tide's turning, and not just here.

Have you given any thought to what comes next for you?

After the revolution is over?

You're a very skilled man.

You would be valuable to a newly formed m*llitary.

You're an excellent leader.

Calm, authoritative, well-read.

I hear you've lost a number of your men to the Russians.

Now, if you were to consider working for the CIA, I know you would be gladly welcome.

And we would make it worth your while.

Thank you, but my fight lies with my people.

And we support you.

To your victory, Musa.

Noroc.

And for you, a symbol of our success together.

Musa: Noroc.

Thank you.

Jackson's scrambling a drone.

Contingency if tomorrow's raid goes sideways.

And it will if the mole tells Musa that we're coming.

We need to follow protocol.

We're not throwing out the rulebook because Regan had a hunch.

Regan was right about the symbol on the warden's jacket.

Oh, was she?

Well, maybe she already knew where Musa was.

This whole mole thing...

She saved my life at the music store.

Why would a traitor do that?

She'll have her reasons.

(sighs)

Hunters knew we were coming in Columbia.

She took out Slavich before we had a chance to question her.

Regan got us to Mrs. Slavich in the first place.

Oh, yeah, with that clickety-clack bullshit.

You know Jules thinks Regan knows more about the Hunter language than she's letting on.

Come on, Carroll, think about it.

She's one of them.

Put yourself in her shoes.

I mean, you're alone, fighting against your own kind, against yourself.

They sent me home to fight my people, I wouldn't do it.

It explains to me why Regan didn't want to call this in.

We need to tell Jackson.

Oh, hell no.

Regan's his girl.

He's not gonna believe me without proof.

And tomorrow, we'll know, one way or another.

(bell ringing)

(man speaking in Turkish)

Musa controls this block.

He has only one exit from his cell here, but it is always guarded.

If you can free the prisoners from these other blocks, this will draw his guards away from him, he will have no choice but to flee.

And that's when we grab him.

Here. These will get you in.

Now get rid of this monster.

Keys to the kingdom.

Briggs will light the fuse.

The biggest thr*at humanity has ever known, we put the g*ns in Musa's hands.

How can you be sure it's the same Musa?

Maybe you were dealing with the actual human before this Musa took over his body.

It's him.

Musa was my asset.

I armed his people, I trained him, I stood in his house and toasted his good fortune.

Truss, it was 20 years before we found the first Hunter body.

You couldn't possibly have known that an anti-communist cell leader wasn't human.

I knew he was dangerous.

A potential enemy if the tide turned.

We back dozens of freedom fighters and regimes all over the world.

And never learned our lesson!

We didn't just create a monster, we helped build a t*rror1st organization made from them.

We worked together with those people to overthrow brutal regimes.

But what they chose to do after that, it's not our responsibility.

You can pass the buck all you want to, Ruth.

Whatever the Hunters have done under Musa's command, the bombings, the drug running, the murders.

Our history with Musa never happened.

And neither did this conversation.

Are we clear?

Good.

You have a drone aimed at the prison?

For a short window.

The minute the Turks cry foul, our drone gets pulled.

If the extraction doesn't succeed in time, we strike.

Either way, Musa does not walk out of that prison of his own accord.

I sleep soundly, Truss.

But if you feel the need to atone for what you did a lifetime ago, now's your chance.

man: Allah Hu-Akbar.

Allah Hu-Akbar.

Allah Hu-Akbar.

Allah Hu-Akbar.

Allah Hu-Akbar.

Allah Hu-Akbar.

And he said take thy son Isaac, who thou loves, and offer him there for a burnt offering.

And in Kings, God asking for the blood sacrifice of Solomon's own child as an act of obedience.

God tests us all.

man: Allah Hu-Akbar.

Allah Hu-Akbar.

(bell ringing)

(speaks in Turkish)

(speaks in Turkish)

(grunts)

(overlapping shouts)

(speaks in Turkish)

(overlapping shouts)

Fuse is lit.

We move along block A, unlock the cells, release the prisoners, instant chaos.

Musa won't know what hit him.

He wants to see you.

I'm sorry, there is a problem, Mr. Wazari.

You must leave at once.

The Americans, they're coming.

We can't keep them out of your wing.

You have betrayed me, Amari.

Never. I'm warning you.

I'm trying to save you.

Please, you must believe me.

(cries out)

(bones cracking)

(overlapping shouts)

So far, so good.

(screaming)

Musa's guards are fleeing his wing.

Tough night?

Got a bruise, another guy got a riot.

Flynn and I will push in and smoke Musa out.

Briggs, you're on your own for block D.

Copy that.

I'll release more prisoners, add bodies to the herd.

(chuckling)

The UAV is about to enter Turkish airspace.

Jackson: How long until they reach Musa's wing?

Any minute.

Patching in the GoPro feed now.

(overlapping shouts)

There, Musa's wing!

Move!

(overlapping shouts)

(panting)

(machinegun fire)

(creature clicking)

You're not... you're not real!

(gasps)

(inhuman shrieks)

(clicking and snarling)

(straining)

(clicking)

Jackson: Flynn, Regan, can you hear me?

Flynn, Regan, can you hear me?

(straining)

(g*nsh*t)

Human. But it doesn't mean the rest of them are.

Are you all right?

I'm okay, I'm good.

I saw Musa up on the second floor.

I don't know which way he went, there's too much smoke.

He made us.

We need to cut off the exit routes. Go!

(prisoners shouting)

(grunts)

The drone is two minutes out.

Blast radius estimates?

Civilian casualties at 200, conservatively.

If Regan, Flynn, and Briggs don't get out soon...

Move!

Move!

Where's Regan?

She saw Musa then lost sight of him.

We split up.

Regan, have you located the target?

Don't be afraid.

I won't hurt you.

You know who I am.

Brother Number Four. Musa.

She's not answering. You know what that means.

It means she's not answering.

I haven't seen you since you were small.

You're all grown up now.

And here you are. You came to me.

(clicking)

You understand me because you're one of us.

I am your brother. You belong to me.

(can clanking)

Move, move!

Flynn: Musa's guards. With me!

(guards shouting in Turkish)

(creature clicking)

(clicking echoes)

Clicking.

The drone is in position.

What are your orders?

He's still inside?

Jules: Yes.

(creatures clicking)

The drone is now armed.

Do you want to fire?

(creatures clicking)

(shrieks)

What the f...

Abort.

Abort, Briggs, Carroll, get transport and get out of there.

That's an order.

(creature clicking)

Carroll, fall back.

Clear!

Clear!

(alarm sounding)

I can't.

You go.

Regan's alone.

You heard Jackson.

We need to get out of here.

I'm not leaving her.

(helicopter approaching)