Hostages (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 6 - Sister's Keeper - full transcript

Previously on Hostages...

Agent Carlisle? Stan Hoffman.
Secret Service.

Agent Hoffman is leading an
Inter-Agency Task Force.

Any leads?

We have a witness who saw Nix talking
to a man at the tavern that night...

We got a problem.
Any way to get in front of this?

No. Security is too tight.

BRIAN:
Did you find out who he is?

His name is Carlisle.
He's an FBI agent.

What?

I told you not to test me.



Where's Brian?

- Keep going. Just keep...
- Oh!

(DEFIBRILLATOR POWERING UP)
Clear.

We have a pulse.
Keep applying pressure.

Pull over a floor lamp,
I'm gonna hang an IV bag.

- Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
- What's going on?

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

COP: We found your guy.
Thanks for the tip.

You think because you're beautiful
that you're special.

Don't you, Sandrine?

I'll get you your money.

(GRUNTS)

I want fifty thousand dollars
by tomorrow.



I'm not gonna negotiate.

Please don't do this.

DUNCAN:
Bury her Ellen.

ELLEN: You can torture me
as much as you want.

It doesn't matter.

'Cause my kids got away.

I win.

I win.

I think it's time we accept this situation

and do what they say.

Trying to escape was a mistake and

it almost got your father killed. So...

From now on, we cooperate.
Understand?

How do you know
they're not just going to kill us

when this is all over?

Because I trust them.

Your mother understands
what needs to be done.

Just do what she says
and you'll all be fine.

You have my word.

What the hell was that?

- Did he put you up to it?
- No.

It's something I needed to say.
Out loud.

In front of him.

Even if I don't believe it.

Where's Archer?

He's busy.

That's not what I asked.

He'll be back soon.

He's working on something.
Out of the area.

As for your compensation...

I'm trying to get the money together,

- but it might take me a few days.
- I don't have a few days.

I need 50 Gs. Cash. Today.

Or I'm out.

I take it you were just discussing
her money problems?

We're good.

So you paid her?

Not yet. But I will.

She's going to walk. I'm telling you.
We can't afford that right now.

She's in too deep.
She knows the consequences.

- Maybe I can help.
- I said I'll take care of it.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay... What time?

Great. I'll see you then.

Don't move!

Stop! She's my sister!

There is, uh, no need for a gun.

Uh, please put it down.

It's okay, Lauren.
There's nothing to worry about.

- He's just...here to protect me.
- From what?

I'm the President's surgeon.

He's here to make sure
that I'm safe.

Until the day of the operation.

You know you're supposed
to inform me of all visitors, Dr. Sanders.

Well she didn't know I was coming.

No, it's true. I had no idea.

My apologies, ma'am.
Agent McKay.

Secret Service.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.
Just wasn't expecting to have a gun

pointed at my face
so early in the morning.

I know, it's crazy.
We're supposed to clear all visitors.

- Sounds annoying.
- Yeah.

Well, it's definitely
been a big adjustment.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

I'm so thrilled you stopped by.

But now is really not
a good time to visit.

As you can see,
there's a lot going on.

I just figured it was the weekend,
you guys would be around...

Plus, I haven't seen
the kids in so long.

Right.

James and I broke up.

(SIGHS)

He's already kicked me out.

So I just need a place
to stay for a few days.

- Uh...
- Please?

- Have you called Mom?
- Seriously?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

It's just a few days.
I'll stay in the guest room.

No, we're remodeling.
And it's just a total mess.

Okay, fine. The den.

That's not...

- Get rid of her.
- I can't, she's...

Complicated. Yeah.
I know about your sister and her issues.

Which is why she needs to go.
Soon.

Okay, I get it.

But I can't just kick her to the curb,
she'd get suspicious.

- It's not something I would do.
- Take care of this.

Otherwise, I will.

- Who's the visitor?
- Ellen's sister.

She thinks we're the Sanders'
security detail.

Is she staying?

No.

Then why is she making up a bed?

Until she's gone, make her think
you're Secret Service too.

I took the pregnancy test on
the day they took us hostage.

Have you talked to your boyfriend?

The father?

They forced me
to break up with him.

Oh. We love you.

And we're going to help you
get through this.

Okay, first thing we're going
to do is take you to a doctor

and get the pregnancy
test confirmed.

But right now, like it or not,
we have to go say hi to Lauren.

Act like everything is normal.

Right. Normal.

You get everything you need
for your biology project?

I'm fine. I promise.

Are oxygenated and non-oxygenated
blood the same color?

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)
That's what textbooks are for.

I, uh...
I have to go out for a bit.

Where?

The hospital.

Be back soon.

DUNCAN:
I'm gonna need 50 grand.

Today?

Without the cash, I'm going
to lose one of my operators.

You need to talk to our
friend in the White House.

- I'm talking to you.
- Yeah, well...

I take my orders from someone else.

(CELL PHONES BEEPING)

Hoffman.

He wants us in the office.

- Agent Carlisle.
- Hey.

- Got any new leads?
- No. Not yet.

There's still lots of video
to look over.

Hopefully we can find
some footage of the man

Angela was with
the night she disappeared.

Duncan. Take care of these.

Good to see you, Stan.

Even if it is a beautiful
Saturday morning.

No such thing as a weekend
around here.

Not when the President's life
is at stake.

I'd like you to sit in
on an interview.

Just hang back and observe.
I need a second opinion.

Of course.

HOFFMAN: Thank you for coming in
on such short notice, Dr. Sanders.

Dr. Ellen Sanders, I'd like you to meet
Special Agent Carlisle with the FBI.

He's been helping us
with our investigation

into the disappearance
of your friend, Angela.

Pleasure to meet you.

So you working on this together?

The Secret Service and the FBI?

Correct.

How does that work?
I mean, do you volunteer,

or did they ask for your help?

Agent Carlisle is highly regarded
within the Bureau.

We're thrilled to have him
on board.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions, Doctor.

The night Angela disappeared,
you said that she was worried

that she'd done irreparable damage
to her nursing career?

Correct.

But you never mentioned that you
talked to a man at the Windham Tavern,

a man who saw her leave
with another person?

To be more specific,

he told you that
she had just left with

"a tall black man, about 35."

I didn't tell you that?
I thought I had.

I apologize.

Your good friend goes missing

and you forget to bring up
a detail like that?

What were you doing
at the bar that night?

I was trying to comfort my friend.

She needed someone to talk to
and I said I would meet her for a drink.

But she was gone
when you got there?

- Yeah.
- And that didn't bother you?

That she just disappeared?
No text? No heads up?

What did you think had happened?

I guess I figured she was under a lot
of pressure, met an attractive man...

She's a grown woman.
I didn't think much of it.

Fair enough.
But why didn't you tell Agent Hoffman

about your conversation
with this man at the bar?

Well, um...

I'm not a detective.

My mind...
It doesn't automatically jump to

tragic conclusions.

Not to mention, I was under a
fair amount of stress myself.

Press conferences,
interrogations, lie detectors.

And then my friend kills herself, so...

If I forgot to mention

a brief conversation with a drunken
idiot at a bar, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Dr. Sanders.

I thought you were going
to hang back and observe.

Just trying to help, I didn't
mean to step on your toes.

So what do you think?
She telling the truth?

I'd need to spend more
time with her, of course,

but my gut tells me
she's credible.

Agent Carlisle.

This changes nothing.

Pretty convenient.

Getting assigned
to investigate Angela's case.

It's in both of our best interests.

Remember, Ellen.
I'm on your side.

Then why were you grilling me
back there?

To get you the hell out of the room
so he couldn't grill you.

When I get back,
I want your crazy sister gone.

So, based on the date
of your last period

and average cycle length,
you're five weeks, two days along.

I was hoping you were gonna
say that I made a mistake,

or that I did it wrong.

Have you thought about
what you'd like to do?

Not really.

Have you discussed it
with the baby's father?

No. And we're not together.

What happened here?

Uh, cheerleading.

And the laceration on your back?

Cheerleading as well?

The bathtub faucet.

I was shaving my legs,
I sat up...

(GROANS)

Yes, this is Dr. Dana Marsh calling.

I'd like to report a possible case
of abuse involving a minor patient.

Last name is Sanders.
Morgan Sanders.

You have to be strong.

I'll come visit real soon.

It's just that I'm...
I'm busy working right now.

But you know I love you
more than anything.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Yeah?

Why is it that people
who owe money never call?

But people who need money
always seem to find my number.

I told you. I would have it
by the end of the day.

How 'bout I be a gentleman
and come to you for the handoff?

Save you some gas money?

I'm in Annapolis,
at my brother's house.

It's a long drive from the city.

I know exactly where you are,
and it's nowhere near Annapolis.

You don't have my money
by eight o'clock tonight,

I'll be knocking at the door.

Hey, where are you going?

I got a meeting.

You're taking off.

You're a genius.

You can't go.

We need you.

We're barely holding this
thing together as it is.

It's not my problem.

How badly do you need this money?

I think I might have a solution.

It's not exactly legal...

And it would take
both of us to pull it off.

What are you talking about?

I know about a private poker game.

Rich guys who like hookers and scotch
and carry too much cash.

My old girlfriend was a dealer.
Card dealer.

They like to hire pretty girls
for atmosphere.

If you can hack into her e-mail,

you'll get all the information.

There it is. Hold up.

Open that.

Now, send Liz
an email from the agency

telling her the gig's been canceled.

Are you sure this is an easy score?

We're talking about a bunch
of rich, round-ass guys

cheating on their wives,
playing poker...

It sounds like a pretty
soft target to me.

You're just going to need a dress.

What?

You got to look hot or they'll call
the agency and ask for a new girl.

Ah, I wouldn't worry about that.

I'm not.

So how is it that you owe
this guy so much money?

How'd you get involved?

I needed money for legal fees.

I tried to move some drugs.

Didn't work.

Then why'd you need the lawyers?

I have a son.

Lauren?

They're upstairs in Jake's room.

You okay, baby?

Did Dr. Marsh confirm
that you're pregnant?

(WHIMPERING)
You're not, like, mad at me?

No.

(MEEKLY)
Thanks, Mom.

That's good.

Hey. How was work?

Fine.
You know, just another meeting.

Hey, do you know who's on duty?

Um, it's Agent...

The woman.

And the tall guy, Kramer.

I don't understand why you guys
need protection in your own house.

She's the President's surgeon.

All sorts of things could happen.

- Like what?
- Like...

She could be held
hostage or something.

Come on. Your mom is
not that important.

Yeah, she's right.

I'm just another doctor
and he's just another patient.

How was, um, Baltimore?

We don't have to talk about it
if you don't want to.

No, no it's okay. Um...

It was very helpful.

Thanks for asking.

Jake...
Come with me, please.

Where are you taking him?

We'll be back soon.
Nothing to worry about.

What does that mean?

We need to go somewhere.

Which means there's nobody here
to keep an eye on you.

Jake is our insurance policy.

Let's go.

Whose house is she going into?

And why is she dressed like that?

You ask too many questions, kid.

Wait, where are we going?

See what I mean.

(INTERCOM BEEPING)

- Yeah?
- SANDRINE: Hi. I'm Andie, your dealer.

- Code?
- Hoya Saxa. Whatever that means.

Come on in.

(DOOR LOCK BEEPING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Nice place.

Thanks.

Want something to drink?

Water, please.

You're safe, okay?

You have nothing to worry about.

You like music?

Yeah. Sure.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

- Oh.
- Lauren.

Sorry.

Whoa. That looks nasty.
What is that?

Uh, it's just a...

I had a cyst removed
from my kidney, and, um...

the incision got infected,
so they had to excise some skin and...

Ugh, that sounds gross.

That didn't hurt
as much as you think.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can I have a minute, please?

Uh, sure. I was just looking
for Ellen's face cream...

Ah.

Ah.
(CHUCKLES)

You guys have something
you want to tell me?

Yes. Your husband has
a hole in his stomach.

I'm not going to use it all.

What did you tell her?

I just made something up.
But I can't do this dance much longer.

Where the hell
did they take Jake?

I don't know, she just said
they had to go somewhere.

So, what happened with Hoffman
at the hospital?

Yeah. Well, I can't even believe
I'm saying this.

- What are you talking about?
- He was there. With Hoffman.

Duncan.
They're partners or something.

Duncan?

What? He's investigating
a murder he committed?

I know. It's...
He has connections everywhere.

There's just no way out of this.

Unless...

Unless what?

We kill him.

It's not easy
to kill someone like that.

We need a gun.

Yeah, I, uh...
I've been thinking about that.

The Hunts, next door.

He's always trying to get you
to go to the shooting range.

Brags about sleeping with his gun.

So, you just want me to go over there
and ask, "Hey, can I borrow your pistol?"

We have their spare house key.

Duncan.
I've got some good news.

The screen grab
from a surveillance camera.

Less than a block away from
where Angela disappeared from.

Looks like the mystery man
she left the bar with.

I think we finally found our guy.

Terrific.

Come on, I want
to show you something.

Time stamp 6:32 PM.
One block from the Windham Tavern.

He was headed toward a bar.

Any footage of them
leaving together?

No, sir. But they could have
gone out the back.

There's no cameras there.

So, right now, all we have is a picture
of a man walking down the street.

Well, we need to ID him,
and we need to talk to him.

- Any other angles?
- No, this is the best shot we have.

Okay, so, listen, send it through facial
recognition right away, all right?

Yes, sir.

Now, I'm a creative chef,

but how am I supposed
to make dinner out of nothing?

We've been doing a lot of takeout.

Where are your knives?

I'm not sure.

- What?
- Well, they're being sharpened.

I've been watching
this cooking show,

and the chef keeps talking about how
critical it is to have sharp knives.

Oh. That's the dumbest lie
I've ever heard.

Seriously. Where are they?

Um...

The Secret Service took them.
Safety measure.

So, wait, so, you mean to tell me
that, with all the weapons they have,

there concerned that
someone's gonna bust in here

and hack up the entire family
with a steak knife?

God, I don't make up the rules.

Well, you ask me, this President thing?
Real pain in the ass.

(SIGHING)

Emily?

Patrick?

Our facial recognition results.

Dean Ruggs, DMV employee from Cincinnati.
He claims he never set foot in DC.

Archer Petit.
Born in Brooklyn. Age 36.

- Ex-military. No priors.
- Where does he live now?

Can't find a current address,
but a search of FAA records

turned up a passenger manifest
from Thai Airways

that says he was out of the country
on the night in question.

Okay, an alibi.
And our third guy?

DUNCAN: Paul Jameson.
Serious rap sheet.

- Lives right here in DC.
- Sounds like he's our man.

Let's get on it.

- What time does the game start?
- Any minute.

Do I have time to run back to my car?
I forgot my phone.

Sure.

Should I buzz in
or is there a code I can use?

I just thought the code
might be useful for later.

2332.

Yeah.

One guy packing,
back of the room, next to the bar.

Code is 2332.
Guy in charge is Charlie.

- Got it.
- See you in 15.

- Good luck.
- You too.

Thai Airways, huh?
You don't miss a trick.

Excuse me, Agent Logan.
I'd like a moment with Agent Carlisle.

Why didn't you speak up
about Archer Petit?

Speak up about what?

I searched his files manually
in case we missed something.

I found out you two have
worked together in the past.

We have.

Something else you want to say?

Because his alibi doesn't hold water.

There's a record of him
traveling to Bangkok,

but his passport never
cleared Customs.

You have any idea how
that could have happened?

Yes.

I made it up.

I needed to backstop him,
so I falsified his travel records.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- He's working for me.

As a confidential informant.

Why didn't you say anything?

I assume you've never worked
undercover, Agent Hoffman?

You don't out a source in a room
full of people you don't know. Ever.

Even when you're investigating a
possible assassination attempt?

You're Secret Service,
I'm FBI. We think differently.

In what way?

My informant's life is just as valuable
to me as the President's is to you.

You could've come to me privately.

This is a highly sensitive operation.

No offense, Agent Hoffman,
but we only met yesterday.

I don't know you.

But I can assure you,

Archer Petit was nowhere near Angela Nix
on the night she disappeared.

- What about the photo?
- What about it?

It's a decent match
to a police sketch.

But then again, so is every other
good looking black dude under 40.

You want to build a case on that?

- Where's Archer now?
- In jail.

In jail? How come?

I put him there.
To sell his cover.

Like I said, this is a
highly sensitive operation.

Don't move!

(PEOPLE SHRIEKING)

Hand me your weapon.
Slowly.

Get down on the ground. Face the bar.
Put your hands on your head.

(PEOPLE SOBBING)

KRAMER:
Where's the money, slick?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Don't irritate me.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Just don't shoot me.
Please.

It's right here.

And don't move.

Cell phones.
In the bag there.

Dealer. Up. Stand up.

Grab that bag.

Hurry up.

(YELPS)

Anyone tries to follow me,
I'll kill this bitch.

Go.

Here.

I'll ditch the phones.

MAN:
Where do you think you're going?

Calm down.
Take it easy now.

MAN:
Hand over that money.

(GRUNTS)

SANDRINE: Come on, don't stand there,
we gotta go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Jeez.

Is it loaded?

Um...

Yeah.

When should we...

I really need to figure out
the best time.

We gotta make sure
the kids aren't around.

They've had enough
to deal with already.

So many secret conversations
around here.

- You okay?
- Yeah, just, uh...

Just gonna lie down for a bit.

Is he okay?
He seems kind of off.

Oh, he's fine, he's just...

We're both
under a lot of pressure.

Work. Kids. Blah.

I guess out here in the real world,
that kind of stuff is stressful.

It's such a different world
from when I was inside.

Back in Baltimore.

Oh, Lauren, I can't even imagine
what you went through.

Was it okay?

Yeah.

And no, I mean, it's still
a psychiatric hospital. (CHUCKLES)

I'm not saying it wasn't helpful.

You picked the right place.

The good news is
I found a great doctor.

I feel so much more
balanced and engaged.

And I know it's only been a few weeks,
but I feel better than I have in years.

Yeah. Maybe ever.

And who knows, maybe one of these days
I'll get my life together.

Like you.

(CHUCKLING)
Right.

What does that mean?

Well, my life's not perfect.
No, far from it. Trust me. It's, uh...

What?

Come on,
it's me you're talking to.

Well.

Brian's having an affair.

What?

Yeah, I found out a few days ago.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Are you...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I mean, we'll get through it.
We just...

We need some time
to work on us, you know?

Which is why I booked you a hotel.
But you stay as long as you want.

No, I understand.

I'll get out of your hair tonight.

You know...

Oh, look at you. You need a tissue.
Oh, God, so do I.

Lauren, wait.

Ellen, what the hell are you
doing with a gun in your purse?

Yes, Ellen, what the hell are you
doing with a gun in your purse?

- Put it on the ground now, Lauren.
- Relax, I'm not some...

- Put the gun on the floor. Now.
- Okay. It's on the floor.

Sit down!

Don't move!

Now!

- Let's go.
- What the hell are you doing?

(TAPE RIPPING)
LAUREN: Ellen!

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(SOBBING)

Please. Please don't hurt her.
This has nothing to do with her!

- Let's go.
- Where are we going?

- Outside.
- What for?

You want to play with guns?
I'm gonna give you a lesson.

(PANTING)

- Please put the gun away.
- Take the gun.

Take it!

Put a bullet in that tree.
It's, what, 10 feet away?

Just aim and shoot.

Do it, Ellen.

Shoot the tree.
No one will hear a thing.

(BULLET WHIZZING)
Again.

- (SOBBING)
- Try again.

(BULLET WHIZZING)

I...

People who pull guns, but don't
know how to shoot, wind up dead.

I don't want to kill you, Ellen.
You know that.

But that doesn't mean I won't.

Okay, but can we
please just go back inside?

I'm really worried about Lauren.

- Me too.
- Oh, please don't hurt her.

- We don't have a choice.
- What are you saying?

We're going to get rid of her.
Now.

But we're going to do it my way.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, please don't hurt her.

- Hey, my blindfold.
- Keep your mouth shut. You hear me?

What the hell happened?
Why is there blood on your shirt?

(GROANS)

One, nothing happened.

Two, I don't have blood
on my shirt.

Three, if you say anything
about this, I will kill you.

Randall Brown,
DC Public Defender's Office.

I have a client in jail who may know
something about the President's nurse.

- The one who allegedly committed suicide.
- I'll handle this, Amy.

Are you in charge
of this investigation?

Would you like to follow me, please?

I've left a number of messages.
No one has returned my calls.

In cases like this, we get a
lot of frivolous testimony.

Inmates looking for deals.

Sadly, most of that information
is not credible.

- Please?
- Well, my client is. I assure you.

Logan, do you need me?

No, I got it.
I'll let you know if it's real.

Okay.

(MUFFLED MOANING)

She's never gonna forgive us.

BRIAN:
We're saving her life, Jake.

One day she'll thank us.

Where have you been?

I got Sandrine her money.

What? How?

Does it matter?

I told you I'd take care of it.

Good job.

Ellen! Brian!
Call the police, right now!

(GASPING)

(DIALING)

It's okay. It's okay, Lauren.
Everything's going to be all right.

- What are you doing?
- Just take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath?
He's going to kill us!

He's holding you hostage.
That's why everyone's acting so weird.

Why Brian has a hole
in his stomach.

Please, just calm down.

- Okay, what's wrong with Ellen, hmm?
- She's just trying to help you.

- Okay, someone, please tell me...
- Wait until I'm ready.

(DOORBELL RINGING) Hello?
Why isn't anyone listening to me?

LAUREN: What, have you all
gone completely crazy?

LAUREN: Why are you looking at me
like that?

Thank you for coming,
Dr. Rowley. Please.

LAUREN: I don't understand
what's happening.

Dr. Rowley,
what are you doing here?

I called him.

When your paranoia presented itself.
I had no other option.

And he's here to take you back
to the hospital.

To the hospital?

You're the one who needs help,
not me. Where is he?

Hmm? Where is he? Listen to me.
There's this guy...

He says that he's
a Secret Service agent.

He held a gun to my face.
He blindfolded me. He tied me up.

- And he's holding my sister hostage.
- Relax, Lauren.

Notice where you are. You're safe.
Everyone here is safe.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
You tell him!

You tell him about
the gun and the room!

Lauren, you're scaring the kids.

Okay, Jake. Hey.
Hey. Hey, look at me.

I know that you saw
what happened.

I know that you did.
So, you tell him.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Why...
Why are you doing this?

To help you.

To save you.

You're gonna have
to come with me, Lauren.

Your sister has Power of Attorney.
It's her decision.

She thinks it's best that you go
back to Sheppard Pratt.

So you'll get well.

I love you.

I love you.

You did the right thing.

We did the right thing.

You're a monster.