Hunters (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Maid of Orleans - full transcript

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.

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!

I tore that woman to shreds,

like an animal... and I liked it.

Agent Regan is
shedding like a freakin' cobra.

Slavich's
last words to me were about

Hunters being inside the ETU.

Regan's confused.

I think she's one of them.

She better watch herself.

_

- Hey!
- What is it, Allison?

Could you play something else?

Are you serious?

The noise hurts my head.



You are so weird.

Allison?

What happened?

What'd you do?

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!

Call 911! They need some help!

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.

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

That's what we're calling 'em.

What's happening?

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, terrorists have dope.

Regan. You getting all this?

The Hunters are
running drugs 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.

Agent Regan is the only reason

you're still here to
shoot 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.

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.

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...

Yes, that. And other stuff.

Impulse control.

Hunger, rage.

Aww, is she blaming her feelings?

Next she'll say it was PMS.

Give her a break.

A tiger doesn't change its stripes.

Where we're going, were gonna

need everything she's got in her.

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.

Now, watch closely.

Try not to turn away.

Daddy, no! Stop! Stop!

- Keep... keep watching.
- Dad, please!

Don't look away, Allison.

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.

I don't ever want to hurt anyone.

Then don't.

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

They'll turn
up. They're hired guns.

No show, no dough.

Hola.

Buenos dias.

I'm Carroll.

This is Briggs. Regan.

Jackson sent us.

One of you the C.O.?

Psst!

Alejandro.

But they...

call me Mato.

Welcome to my jungle.

The Olvidos' drug camp

is somewhere in this part of the jungle.

I had to guess, I'd say here.

But you don't know for sure?

Mm...

The plantation is run by
cold-blooded killers.

They keep it hidden.

Guard the perimeter with
traps and snipers.

And these guys... puro cabrons.

Former MFC.

Military.

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?

No... I just want to be
sure you won't run away

when the fan hits the shit.

You worry about your own.

We're sure as hell not backing down.

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 shit

any day.

Yeah, I hate this green stuff, too.

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

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.

You hearing anything?

Hold on!

Mato!

- Hold fire!
- Wait!

Hold fire!

Workers.

Armed.

They could have killed us all.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're okay now.

You're safe.

What did she say?

Someone came out of the
jungle and took her mother.

Una Monstruo.

Allison!

Allison, open the door!

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

- It's just weed.
- You need to leave, now.

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.

My ears!

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!

She says a monster
took her mother.

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.

Si. La Mojana.

La Mojana.

We need to get her back to the camp.

No, no, no... she stays.

We're walking into a shit 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.

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.

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.

Clear.

Empty. The bodies
outside must be the workers.

- A massacre.
- Clear.

No bullet wounds.

No signs of firefight. Just...

Ripped apart.

What the hell could have done this?

Flynn?

What did you find?

Footprints.

They look fresh.

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
killed 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.

You want a medal?

My break's almost over. Shoo.

Crazy fu... bitch.

I'll call you!

Not.

Hey.

What are you doin'?

None of your business, dick wad.

What did you say?

You heard me, donut ass.

Up against the wall.

Let him go!

Let him go, or I'll shoot!

Hear anything? Is it out there?

I don't know. Could be.

Can't do much till morning.

At least Briggs will be the first one

getting ripped apart.

What?

After all the shit 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 shit.

But I've never seen anything like that.

This helps.

Ah.

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?

No.

Had no damn reason to
think she might be.

But, watching you...

I'd say it's possible.

Hey. Psst, psst.

Come on.

Miguel!

Miguel! ¿Como estas?

You're gonna fry, you bastard.

This killed all of Mato's men.

What the hell is that?

Let's get it away.

What was that?

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 kill it...

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 killed 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?

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.

I'll see what I can do.

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?

It's injured, scared.

I think it'll head to the mountains.

You think or you know?

That's what I would do.

That makes
sense with what we understand

about their language.

Higher elevation means more miles

to anticipate potential attacks.

We could have a
drone out there in an hour.

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.

Hello, Allison.

My name is Truss Jackson.

Homeland Security.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Stop staring, you dirty old freak.

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?

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!

We're gonna catch shit for that.

Well, we better make it worth it.

In the trees!

Briggs!

Briggs!

Ohh, you piece of shit!

- I'm okay.
- A perimeter trap from the drug cartel.

Oh, now you tell me.

Ready? On three.

- Go on.
- One...

The clicks are getting fainter.

All right, you go.

I'll take care of Briggs.

She could get ripped by
whatever that thing is.

Or she tears it up.

What they call a win-win.

Right. Uhh!

So what's your beef with Regan?

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

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 terrorist 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.

You're ruthless.

World domination cometh.

You get the killer
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 shit.

Not about me.

No one does.

You kept his letter from
your dad for years.

Everybody needs someone.

Your parents...

they were like you.

Weren't they?

Yeah.

They were like me.

And what are you?

I don't know.