Hunters (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Love and Violence - full transcript

Previously on "Hunters"...

Hunter number seven,

aka Lionel McCarthy.

What do you know about us?

He took Abby. My wife.

We traced the heroin found
in McCarthy's warehouse

to a Columbian drug cartel.

The Hunters are
running drugs in the jungle

and you're sending me
a new guy to find them.

I've raided dozens of drug labs.

I've never seen anything like this.



Something else is going on.

When do we tell them we're
fighting monsters

and not a drug cartel?

We don't tell them anything,

and they're not monsters.

- Did you always look so...
- Human?

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

This is what we are.

What was that?

He saw too much.

Has E.T.U. ever caught one
that doesn't look like you?

We've never captured
one alive in any form.

McCarthy must have warned

the Hunters about the
Columbian operation.



If he did, then he's
culpable for all these victims.

Not to mention the bombing fatalities,

or the junkie he
killed just to toy with Flynn.

Jules, where are we with
the Spotify lead?

Nothing yet.

My team's combing through
tracks as fast as we can.

I caught a break.

Possible McCarthy lead, female.

Good, work it.

And follow up
McCarthy's musician persona,

Cymatics Society.

I'll loop in the other agents.

Regan is prepping for a debriefing.

Flynn has family matters to attend to.

His wife?

Unfortunately, there's no sign of her.

Yet another reason we
need to find this target.

We may not know his current whereabouts,
but we know this,

Lionel McCarthy is out
there and he is on the hunt.

Next on up to the mic

we have Lionel of the Cymatics Society.

♪ Gimme danger, little stranger ♪

♪ And I'll give you a piece ♪

♪ Gimme danger, little stranger ♪

♪ And I feel your disease ♪

♪ There's nothing in my dreams ♪

♪ Just some ugly memories ♪

♪ Kiss me like the ocean breeze ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Now if you will be my lover ♪

♪ I will shiver in shame ♪

♪ But if you can be my master ♪

♪ I will do anything ♪

Yeah!

We're dying.

Fiery forge, jealousy, terror, secrecy.

Oh, yes, secrecy...

A furnace seal'd.

What's he talking about?

The human form. Blake. Divine?

Hmm, not so much.

But a hungry gorge, yes.

Oh, very, very hungry.

Mmm...

Ah ha ha.

Where do you want it?

Surprise me.

What's that for?

It's for you.

_

Flynn!

- Hey.
- You're seven minutes late.

Six-and-a-half, but who's counting?

Oh, yeah... you are.

We'll, uh, just get some lunch

and I'll have her back before 2:00.

Back by 5:00?

- Back by 5:00.
- Thank you.

That's it?

I haven't seen you in a week
and you're checking Facebook?

It's "International Piano Magazine."

Abby bought me a
subscription for my birthday last year.

Okay, what are you reading about?

About who won the Cliburn competition.

Like you really care.

I care about you.

You're the one who
didn't even call for five days.

Emme, it was work, I had to go...

Look, don't they know Abby's missing?

Isn't that more
important than some stupid job?

I thought you were
reading a piano magazine.

I am.

Mm-hmm.

It's cold and it's raining

and I want to go back to school.

What? Come on, we just got here.

I don't understand why
you pretend to care about me.

Of course I care about you.

Then do as I ask and
take me back to school.

After the
Colombian contractor was contained,

you and Agent Carroll continued
in pursuit alone,

despite being ordered otherwise.

The Hunter was wounded,

and Agent Carroll and I agreed

that it would be best if he and I...

Keep your statements to your
own judgments and actions.

This was our chance to
catch a native Hunter.

I was our only chance.

You'd rather I just let it go?

What happened when you came
face to face with the Hunter?

He looked at me for a
few seconds and then ran off.

I chased it...

but dropped my weapon, and it outran me.

I'm having a hard time understanding

why the Hunter left
you completely unharmed,

especially after it killed

27 people at the heroin plantation.

It must have known what I was.

Which still begs the question.

I had to pull some strings,

but I went back further
in Abby's phone records,

like you asked me to.

Nothing unusual in the
records the last six months.

If you go back further...

Kevin's phone number keeps popping up.

A lot.

He was my partner.

She'd call him when she couldn't get me.

Check out the day he was killed.

Abby spoke to Kevin

three times that morning,

an hour before he got shot,

then nothing.

No way.

Hey, I'm just showing you what I found.

They were not having an affair,

and Abby had nothing to
do with my partner's murder.

Kevin was killed by a drug cartel.

Maybe. I thought one of
the Columbian groups

might've had a hand in it...

Envigado, Olvidos, Los Rastrados...

but it was a dead end.

Olvidos.

- What about it?
- A dead junkie turned up

about a week ago with Olvidos
heroin in her system.

And a hole in her back?

There's been a string of those murders,

gory, like some
homemade spinal tap voodoo shit.

What's all that got to do with Abby?

Bitch thinks I'm the mole.

Since when have you cared
about what Finnerman thinks of you?

- I don't.
- Good.

Neither do I.

_

That thing still on?

There's something I
didn't include in my report.

When the Hunter saw me, it
communicated something,

in its clicking language.

- What did it say?
- It wasn't words.

It was a shape and spaces,

like what I heard when I listened
to the Slavic track.

It looked something like this.

You saw this when it spoke to you?

More like I heard it.

It's hard to explain.

Hmm.

We keep this to ourselves for now.

I wanted to run
something by you, unofficially,

before taking it to Jackson.

There's been a
string of murders... junkies.

Look at the marks on the bodies.

- They're just like Columbia.
- Yeah.

And the junkie we found
in McCarthy's warehouse.

You think he killed them all?

The first one was found here,

ten miles from McCarthy's farmhouse.

The next two bodies were
found near the music stores

he took out.

One in D.C. and one near Baltimore.

So he's not just a mad bomber?

He's a serial killer, too.

The heroin ring, Columbia, these bodies,

it's all connected,

and McCarthy's the missing link.

And the only lead on Abby.

Not bad for a fed.

So why this shithole?

Contacted a few old FBI informants.

One of these working girls

recognized a picture of McCarthy

and thinks he might be
renting a room here.

- Shh.
- What?

He's here.

Let her go.

On your knees, asshole!

You're lost, girl. I can help you.

I'd say you're the
one need help right now.

Hmm? Yeah.

Hey.

I want my wife.

Hey, attention people!

Thanks to the outstanding
work of Agents Carroll and Regan,

we now have two live
Hunters in our custody.

This is our chance to
ask the big questions.

Who are they?

Where do they come
from? What do they want?

World peace and
friendship bracelets, I'm guessing.

Lionel McCarthy is no foot soldier.

He is leadership... he's
behind the bombings,

Columbian drug operation,

and now several murders here.

He is a direct link to the Hunter leader

known as Brother Number Four.

And he knows what happened to my wife.

Abby is a part of the puzzle,

but this is bigger than
any personal imperative.

I will interrogate McCarthy.

Briggs, Regan, I want
you with the female

in case she regains consciousness.

Carroll, you're cataloging

McCarthy's belongings from the hotel.

Everybody else, Kubark
protocols are in effect.

Our interview room's soundproofed
for Hunters,

and everything that happens in that room

is recorded at all times.

Let's be smart. Let's be careful.

Let's do our best.

I caught that
asshole, I should be in there.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

McCarthy's the most important live asset

this unit has ever acquired.

Fine. Not lead, but help.

And you will, by doing your job.

Counting McCarthy's
underwear? That's waste of my time.

McCarthy knows me,

he specifically asked to see me.

I can get under his skin.

I know I can.

Maybe this is why I'm here.

Follow my lead, do you understand me?

Yes, sir.

With a little reverse engineering,

we've managed to turn
their weapons against them.

This one will drop a rhino.

I give you the signal, don't hesitate.

If I can't give you the
signal, don't hesitate.

Don't make me use it on you.

Yes, sir.

Truss Jackson.

Hello, Flynn.

I thought you'd be fatter.

Sorry to disappoint you.

You're human, that's all you can do.

I can't lie and say I haven't been

looking forward to meeting you.

We have a lot to discuss.

Shall we begin?

Thane, Weldon, Hyrum,

Elize, Cambria,

and sweet little Lucia.

Your children have beautiful names.

And of course, I couldn't
forget our precious little orphan.

The poor waif...

like something out of Dickens.

Losing her papa and
her surrogate mother so...

unexpectedly.

That's a... good start.

Tell us more... Lionel.

Well, this is our chance to
get to know each other better,

after that awkward first
date in the warehouse.

So much we didn't get to chat about.

Talk. I'm all ears.

So am I, Agent. So... am... I.

I can hear your heartbeat quicken.

I hear the blood
rushing through your veins,

your muscles tighten.

Your teeth are grinding.

I hear your fear, boy.

Diastolic blood pressure, 120 over 44,

heart rate 29,
respiration, seven breaths per minute.

Is that normal for a Hunter?

Not compared to me.

And I've never seen a Hunter
vomit tissue like that before.

Sedation will stop that,

but her condition is deteriorating.

Or in withdrawal. She has track marks.

Alien junkies, it's like we
captured a Corman movie.

Lab analysis on McCarthy's instrument,

the oversized syringe,

small traces of heroin,

but mostly human blood with
a high concentration

of endogenous opioid nerve peptides.

It's a byproduct of heroin use.

Hunters can't get high on heroin.

So they're
shooting up junkie brain blood.

- That's revolting.
- Well, it obviously works.

To take the edge off of
being in a human body.

You wouldn't
believe the shit I've tried.

When I was younger.

Subject has a growth in the
upper back and neck region.

There is no reason for us to be enemies.

We're here to try and
understand what it is you want from us.

From Earth.

Well, it's simple, really.

We are eat. We are kill.

If you won't talk, we'd
like to try and arrange

a meeting with Brother Number Four.

We'd like to show we can be
an honest partner, peaceful.

There's no need for violence.

We've had plenty of opportunities

to observe your E.T.U.

Your government, humankind itself,

we have every reason not
to trust you creatures.

Yeah. We're not perfect.

We make mistakes, but
we learn from them.

Indeed.

I'm sure dissecting my
kind has been very educational.

I wonder what cutting open your wife

would teach my people.

If you continue to hurt humans,

to kill my people, measures
will be taken.

We must protect ours, just
as you would protect yours.

We want to know where you came from,

why you're here, what you want.

Maybe we can help.

What is it about you humans?

You think if you understand everything,

you'll sleep better at night.

Does anybody really need a reason

to swat a fly or... kill a wife?

We spent four days together, Abby and I.

Her neck smelled like lavender and soap.

So tender.

Shattered like glass.

Gutless.

Good-bye.

So much for you getting under his skin.

He's toying with us.

What should we have done?

Beaten him?

That's exactly what he wants.

What we need here is patience.

We don't have time.

He had my wife, damn it, you heard him!

For all we know, that could be a lie,

and Abby is a human collaborator,

or she could be one of them.

You know something I don't?

No.

Which is exactly why we
need to proceed with caution.

Okay, put me back in there

and I'll get the truth out of him.

You had your shot.

You're sitting this one out.

Flynn Carroll.

Emme? What?

What do you mean she's not in school?

You got one of those?

Oh, yeah. Right above my tramp stamp.

Is it a tumor?

I have no idea.

Regan!

ETU's suddenly a breeding facility.

I didn't see that one coming.

No one did.

And the mother's condition?

Not good.

We're doing everything we can

- to ensure it survives.
- You better.

What have you gotten from McCarthy?

Nothing yet.

Hours in captivity and you have nothing.

Truss, this is a critical window.

If you can't do
it... There's something else.

Agent Carroll's adopted
daughter Emme has gone missing.

And this concerns me how?

McCarthy previously threatened her life.

Whose life hasn't he threatened?

I need a
bulletin, not a missing person.

It's a suspected kidnapping.

Thanks, Reyes.

Why do you think the
Hunters took your daughter?

They took my wife.

Well, your wife's a Hunter,

and she took your daughter.

I want back in there. Alone.

That's out of the question.

It's not your call, Commander.

In you go, Agent Carroll.

Use that broken heart.

Thank you, ma'am.

Love swings the hammer...
so it can swing for us, also.

Congratulations, Dad.

You feeling all warm and fuzzy?

How is the baby?

Does it have my eyes?

You'll never know.

I'll just have to
comfort myself with Abby

and delicious little
Emme, then, won't I?

Tell me where they are...

or I'll tear your face off.

Oh, please... take it off.

I can't wait.

Where the hell are they?!

Is this really how you're gonna question

the most valuable
prisoner you've ever had,

with this dumb, blunt instrument?

- Uhh!
- Ohh! No!

Not the money maker.

Do I have to spell it out for you?

You can't torture a Hunter.

Especially not me.

In truth, you can't get much

out of torturing a human, either,

but that doesn't keep
you fools from trying.

But we know so little about your kind.

We got so much to learn.

Like your ears.

You know...

What makes them so sensitive?

Careful...

You break it, you buy it.

Oh, yeah, I'll be careful.

- There.
- Guh!

Come again?

I can't hear you.

Yeah?

Uhh! Agh!

Get in there.

Carroll... Carroll!

That's enough!

Well, that was effective.

Hunters aren't invulnerable.

We just haven't
found their weakness yet.

Jules, any thoughts?

We could rig up
one of the sonic weapons.

Decrease the intensity. It's too risky.

We guess wrong and we kill

the best source of intel we've ever had.

What about that
treatment we devised for Regan?

She reported discomfort at the
higher amplitudes, right?

The treatment was
intended to help Regan's urges,

not harm her.

It's a tool.

I don't care what it was intended
for if it does the job.

Bring it in.

Will it look like a
human when it grows up?

It's hard to say.

Human embryos look like other mammals

at various stages of development.

Or it could be some sort of hybrid.

The mother's in no
condition to answer any questions.

Hey.

You all right?

Not really.

Is that how you came out?

I don't know.

My parents didn't have baby pictures.

I can't believe it came from McCarthy.

He's a fu... monster.

Briggs knows the controls?

No, he doesn't.

I'll do it.

Toys.

Lovely.

I prefer using honey to vinegar.

But I'll make an exception in your case.

Can you play Angry Birds on it?

I love seeing pig heads explode.

This is your last chance.

Please.

That quiver in your hand.

The... hesitation.

Hmm, dipping your little toes

into the murky
waters of moral compromise.

Is it cold, Truss?

Is that what makes you shiver?

Come on.

You can do it.

Give it the old Mormon try.

Whew... that feels good.

Enjoying yourself yet?

Who's the mole inside the E.T.U?

They have the blood
of 27 innocent people

on their hands... as do you.

Who is it?

Would you believe me if I told you?

Why don't you tell
them who the mole is, Agent Briggs?

Didjeridoo, or didn't
you leak that intel?

He's lying. Give him more.

Briggs is the
mole, Briggs is the mole...

Gah!

Sorry, I'm confused.

This machine really smarts.

We all know Agent Regan is the mole.

Birds of a feather... you know?

She can't deny her true nature, heh.

Or is it... Flynn
Carroll who's the traitor?

Do you even know what that Boy Scout

was up to in Afghanistan?

Wait! Elder Jackson, please.

I give in.

You're a man to be reckoned with.

You wouldn't believe what
this man has done.

Nasty, nasty stuff.

And all for what?

God? Country?

Paycheck?

So I don't slaughter your children?

Bible in one hand and
bazooka in the other.

And you call yourself a believer.

Get him cleaned up.

We're through here.

We just got started.

We don't even know what
we're doing to him.

We're hurting him, so his
kind won't hurt more of us.

This is torture.

There are no laws defining the
torture of an alien species.

I don't need a law to distinguish

right from wrong, ma'am.

Spare me your bullshit.

That thing in there is
killing American citizens,

citizens that you swore to protect.

Ruth... you and I have
done some very questionable things

in the service of this
country, but there is a line.

You show me that line when those
beasts invade your home,

attack Willa, your children.

Hunters have not only
promised to shed blood,

they've made good on that promise,

on domestic soil, no less.

And if we don't stop those things now,

God only knows how far they'll go.

They are not the only
ones to have shed blood.

This nation didn't ban
torture because it's cruel,

we did it to protect ourselves!

And I will not allow my agents

to be sullied by it.

Emme, it's me.

I need to know you're okay, so call me.

I don't care where you
are or what's happened, just...

get in touch with me as
soon as you get this.

Please.

McCarthy has my entire family.

Yeah.

But don't forget, we have his.

And if he kills
them before we break him...

that's just, uh, collateral
damage, right?

I don't believe it's gonna come to that.

So you think we can break him?

McCarthy's a lot
stronger than I anticipated.

His mental toughness is extraordinary.

So Hunters are immune to torture?

Then we need to find another way.

Something's happening.

What's she saying?

She's dying.

I don't know what else to do.

The baby needs physical contact,

but Finnerman won't allow it.

I saw it in his eyes. McCarthy
cares for them.

McCarthy's not human.

You don't know what you saw.

I've seen enough.

We're giving this a try.

The newborn and its
mother aren't doing well.

We don't know what to do.

Let me hear them.

I need to see them.

I need to touch her and the baby.

It's how we help each other heal.

Plea... please.

Let me help them.

They're no good to you dead.

Then give me Emme and Abby first.

Not possible!

You have your boss, I have mine.

Your boss isn't here, you are,

and your woman and your baby are.

You just told me they need you.

That's your choice.

They live or they die.

Strieber Self Storage.

Unit 470.

She's going to die.

The baby, too.

Yeah.

We're doing everything we can to help.

How long are we going to hold out?

McCarthy's our best shot at finding
Flynn's daughter alive,

so until we know she's
safe, McCarthy doesn't go in.

Yeah.

Flynn, how close are you?

- Almost there.
- How soon?

Listen, McCarthy goes
nowhere near the baby,

not until I know they're safe.

Hurry.

It'll be okay.

No... no, no!

Take McCarthy in.

We haven't heard from Flynn.

We need to know his
wife and daughter are safe.

No. That newborn must survive.

What about Carroll's daughter?

There is no time.

We need to keep faith with Carroll.

He means something to the Hunters.

That is an assumption only.

We've yet to see anything that
actually proves his worth.

He may have brought us McCarthy.

Exactly.

But not because they hold him

in any special esteem.

I mean, it was a
straightforward capture.

Any soldier could have done it.

It just so happened
Carroll was in the right place

at the right time.

Ten more minutes, please!

We don't have it.

McCarthy goes in now.

Please... remove the gag.

She's dead.

That's on you, Jackson.

The baby'll die, too.

We don't have much time.

I need to touch the baby.

Thank you.

I won't let them have another one.

- No!
- Down!

Get down, McCarthy! Get
down on the ground!

Don't make me ask you again, Guano!

No!

Uhh!

The baby's not breathing! Help me!

Emme! Abby!

Emme!

Abby!

Emme!

- Yeah?
- Carroll, it's Reyes.

We found Em.

Is she all right? Wh-where is she?

She's safe, unharmed.

Squad car picked her up a
few miles from her school,

dropped her back home.

- Where was she?
- Didn't say.

We'll keep an eye on
her till you get there.

Thanks.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Police found Agent Carroll's daughter.

She wasn't at the storage facility.

McCarthy played us.

We underestimated him.

I accept full responsibility.

No.

We both underestimated him.

But it won't happen again.

I'm removing him from your custody.

What?

And placing him where?

In a more secure facility.

Where?

There's no one else who
understands the Hunters

like we do.

It's done.

And they saw the heavens open.

And they saw the angels
descending out of Heaven

as in the midst of fire.

And they came down and encircled

those little ones about with fire.

And the angels did minister unto them.

You're praying.

My faith, uh, teaches that
the souls of little children

who die are taken by
God because they are...

too pure, too lovely...

to live on earth.

Even Hunters?

Do you think I have a soul?

Yes, I do.

Abby... Abby...