Hunters (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Her Body in My Soul - full transcript

Previously on "Hunters."

Abby Carroll,

reported missing less than 24 hours

after her picture was
sent to the Mexican cell.

She's also married to an FBI agent.

You think terrorists kidnapped my wife.

She's a piano teacher.

The terrorists we're
chasing aren't human.

You're one of them.

I tore that woman to
shreds like an animal.

I need the treatment.



The treatment weakens you.

I need you strong.

I won't let them have another one.

The baby's not breathing, help me!

They took my wife.

Or your wife's a Hunter.

Where the hell are they?!

Strieber Self Storage.

Near the farmhouse.

Unit 470.

Then we're
certain the body is entirely human?

From what
I can observe, yes.

But I can't perform a full autopsy

until the subject's thawed.



You mean, Abby.

She's not a fu... subject.

She's my wife.

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

A human body takes 72
hours to freeze solid.

So, we know this victim
died more than three days ago.

Beyond that, we can't determine
time of death until the autopsy.

So, she could've been
killed months ago, even years.

The Abby you know may
not have been human.

Do you people realize
how ridiculous you sound?

Not so ridiculous.

If the Hunters have been
using tissue samples

to assume human form.

No, they kidnapped Abby,

a human so they could kill her.

And then use her...

It's just a theory, Flynn.

There's no way to prove it yet.

Sure there is.

Thaw Abby's body.

- We can't rush it.
- Like hell.

Just thaw the body.

Figure out... how long she's been dead.

Get some heaters in here.

Please, I need to know.

If we introduce
external sources of heat,

it could damage the
tissue and affect test results.

Then we wait.

It's been a long day, Flynn.

Go home, be with Emme.

That's my wife.

Seems to be feeling
the pressure here.

The pitcher calls time...

If you just joined us,
the O's trail by one...

How long you been home?

A few months.

So, what was it like?

- What?
- The war.

Was it scary?

Did you see any,
like, real live terrorists?

Did you ever kill anyone?

No.

It was just a bunch of camels and shit.

It was awesome, awesome.

Do you wanna get out of here?

I've got to use the little girls' room.

Then I think we should go.

We have
a ballgame now, folks.

The crowd are really giving it up...

You can't leave now.

The O's just tied the game.

Leaving the bar now is sacrilege.

The baseball gods demand
that you stay put.

Abby.

I'll ride the pine with ya.

Flynn.

Garcon, what he's having.

- Whiskey.
- Mm-hmm.

Lots... lot's of whiskey.

I didn't disappear.

I wanted to play piano.

There's no piano at the
school so I went to find one.

I'm sorry.

Emme, there's something I...

I need to tell you.

I think of you like my own daughter.

Something's happened.

Abby's gone.

I know that already.

No.

No, I mean, she's... dead.

She's dead.

We found her body last night.

You're wrong, that isn't her.

- Emme...
- You made a mistake.

Abby isn't dead, I know she isn't.

I was with her yesterday.

What?

What? Where?

We met at a coffee shop in DC.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

You just told me you went to play piano.

I know, I lied.

But only because I was with Abby.

She can't be dead, why
are you saying that?

How did, how, how... what?

How did you find her?

Did she contact you?

She sent me a playlist on Spotify.

What? Why?

Cool piano stuff.

Did she tell you where she was staying?

Or why she left?

No.

Just that she loved me, that...

That she's safe, Flynn.

I don't need to worry about her anymore.

I want you to email her back.

Tell her it's an emergency.

And that I wanna see her.

I can't do that.

I promised her I wouldn't tell you.

Emme, listen to me.

This is very important.

If you're telling me the truth

and Abby's out there,
I need to find her now.

Play it again.

Is that Romanian?

You're good, I thought it was Polish.

Romanian, interesting.

Transylvania, Nadia Comaneci,

and now the world's first alien mom.

Hella random if you ask me.

- Are you able to make anything out?
- Bits and pieces.

Lights and shapes that
I don't recognize.

That don't make sense.

But this one keeps repeating.

The same symbol you got
off the Hunter in Colombia.

Both McCarthy and the dying mother
said it a bunch of times.

And wherever they're holding them,

I hope they know just
what they're dealing with.

I underestimated his strength.

And mine.

I would've killed him for
what he did to that baby.

Take a break.

We'll go back over the
recordings again later.

Good work, agents.

Will it look like
a human when it grows up?

Or some sort of hybrid.

I won't let them have another one.

Yeah?

Do you see her?

- Not yet.
- If she shows up,

just tell her you hacked my computer.

I'm a hacker, got it.

Are you being condescending right now?

I can't tell.

Emme, I gotta go.

Flynn, I know you're grieving

but this AWOL bullshit doesn't fly.

We have a debriefing on McCarthy.

Briggs, tell Jackson
I'm tracking a suspect

with a possible female Hunter.

I need Jules to I.D. him.

A suspect, who?

Just got this pic from Carroll.

Richard Seraphin, Director
of Global Asset Management

at the International Monetary Fund.

A Hunter with an IMF
Manager, that's upping their game.

Possible female
Hunter, that's what he said.

Run Seraphin's records,

background,
financial, whatever you can get.

Get Carroll back on the phone.

It's not going to work.

We won't know until we try.

You don't understand, nothing works.

I've tried drugs, booze, sex,

lots of sex.

None of which are safe choices.

This treatment has
been specifically designed

for you and your needs.

I'm not gonna be
some lobotomy experiment.

Well, a crack pipe is not the answer.

Could you be any more full of clichés?

I don't need your stupid machine!

Allison, please...

I said I don't need it!

I'm sorry.

Richard Seraphin, British
national, 52 years old.

Passport record for past
month show he was in Singapore,

Sydney and Colombia on May 22.

The day before our
team raided the drug camp.

Could be coincidence.

Or collusion.

Text from Carroll.

"Suspect on the move,

west on D Street Northwest."

And a license plate number.

You and Regan take a team.

Use caution, we don't know
if Seraphin is Hunter or human.

Either way, we need him alive.

Go.

Yeah, I got that.

Don't move!

Federal agents!

Weapon down, hands on the wheel!

Take your hands off me!

Regan?

Regan?

I'm fine.

You killed my wife.

No, I am your wife.

Don't be a hero.

I have your gun.

And this.

Who knows you're here?

You killed her.

And then made yourself look like her.

- Flynn...
- I know what you are.

I've seen one.

I know what's inside you.

No, you don't.

Six years of marriage,

you don't know anything about me.

You told the ETU you found me?

Of course I did.

They'll be here any second.

And they'll bust you like
we busted McCarthy.

Who's McCarthy?

You can stop now.

I already know what a
lying sack of shit you are.

Don't fu... talk to me like that.

Or what?

You'll cry?

Fake some other bullshit?

You're not my Abby.

I'm as real as she was.

He's mine.

Go.

You can't leave now.

The O's just tied the game.

The night we met at the bar?

That was me.

You can't leave now.

The O's just tied the game.

Who's your boyfriend downstairs?

Your new target?

Who is he?

You have reached the
voice mail of Richard Seraphin.

What happened out there?

Driver got lucky, got a shot off.

A human driver?

They were all human.

What did you do?

We'll talk about this later.

We need to proceed with caution.

He has friends in very high places.

And a suitcase full of drug money.

A dangerous combination.

Mr. Seraphin, my name is Agent Jackson.

Jackson?

I thought all Jacksons
were singers or ball players.

You were recently in Colombia?

If Homeland Security

or whoever you are
needs to speak with me,

you should've made an appointment
with my office.

We're not in the business
of scheduling appointments.

My attorney may beg to differ.

I'll, uh, need to speak with him now.

That won't be necessary.

You were with a woman today.

I am often with woman.

She gave you this suitcase.

Are you aware of its contents?

Who is she?

Her name's Erika.

A girlfriend of mine, one of several.

She and that bag of money
are none of your damn business.

Oh, it is if you're
laundering money for terrorists.

Ooh, there it is.

You have no jurisdiction over me.

If you want to query it out,

you can take it up with the White House.

We're gonna need
access to whatever accounts

this money was intended for.

All of my accounts are sealed.

Diplomatic privileges along
with my communications.

I have suffered a criminal assault

at the hands of your goons.

By the time your
request to access my accounts

has been denied, I'll have you

and everyone in this
building in handcuffs.

ETU headquarters, where is it?

Why? You gonna bust in there

and get your dirty money back?

I'll do what I have to.

Where the hell is it?

Put your gun down, I'll take you.

So you can lead me into a trap?

I don't need a trap.

ETU has your lover boy in custody.

They'll trace the call you
just made back to this room.

It'll take 30 or 40 seconds.

You want more?!

Start talking!

Hey, babe.

I got some Thai food.

Got you that yellow curry you like.

"Home is where the Harley is."

Hey.

Wow, hot stuff.

What happened to my bag?

Guess I was more
stressed than I thought.

Sorry.

No, it's these guns.

You don't even know your own strength.

I'll pay for a new one, I promise.

It's just a stupid bag.

- Yeah.
- I don't care about any of this stuff.

Well, except for her.

Now I just care about being with you.

You happy to be here, aren't you?

Of course I am.

It's just...

It's hard...

being away from my old life.

The people back home,
everything I ever knew.

Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore.

Come here.

You're the girl who saved my life.

Thank you.

All right, come on.

Give me your best shot.

Let her rip, tiger, come on!

Ooh.

That's the best you can do?

You have no idea.

Oh, yeah?

Come on.

Prove it.

The day you moved in.

The cake.

What did it say?

"Home is where the Harley is."

And it was German chocolate.

I baked it for you myself.

No.

How do I know you didn't transfer
Abby's memories to you

with some alien mind thing, huh?

We can't do that, it's impossible.

So, you can switch bodies and
build spaceships but not that.

I was there, Flynn.

I swear.

It was all me.

Hold out your arm.

Hold out your arm.

Don't make me shoot you.

Towel, please?

You can touch it.

Three months since we met.

How come you never asked me about it?

Figured you'd tell
me when you were ready.

Most people, it's usually the first
thing out of their mouths.

I'm not most people.

No.

You're definitely not.

Afghanistan.

My unit was guarding a supply convoy

when we got hit high on both sides.

They forced us into the rocks.

Bastards were fast.

Knew the canyon like the
back of their hands

'cause we couldn't hit any of them.

Then they got us.

They put us in this pit.

Then they pulled us out

one-by-one.

I was the last.

They yanked me out.

Held me down.

Next thing I remember

I was getting picked
up on the side of the road

by some skinny private from Tucson

telling me how lucky I was.

I'm so sorry, that's awful.

Ten guys in my unit,

and only two of us made it out alive.

It doesn't make any fu... sense.

You're a survivor, Flynn.

I only keep on going because of you.

Me too.

You're all I've got.

I love you.

You shouldn't have come looking for me.

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

Think how you would've reacted.

Other Hunters did.

Randall Slavich.

And look what happened to his wife.

I was trying to protect you.

I don't need
protection, I need the truth.

Why did you pick me?

You're an FBI agent.

- There's thousands of agents.
- You were working narcotics.

So is everyone else in my unit.

Reyes...

Kevin.

What did you do to him?

Nothing.

So help me.

I will splatter your gray guts

against that couch and not think twice.

Did you kill my partner?

No.

- Did you kill him?
- No!

But I was stealing information
from him on drug investigations.

You and him.

Funneling it to McCarthy.

To build the Hunter drug trade.

Kevin started suspecting.

He started calling me.

Asking questions.

McCarthy killed him to shut him up.

I'm sorry, Flynn.

I'm so sorry.

After we took Emme in,

I fell in love with her, too.

That's why I had to see her yesterday.

If you loved her so much...

then why did you leave?

They wanted me out, said
I'd "gone native."

- McCarthy?
- Everyone.

But I refused to come in.

I had a family, you and Emme.

I couldn't imagine living without you

even if it meant being someone
I never really was.

I wanted you more.

I still do.

They're here.

They're coming for us.

I can hear the Feelers.

Feelers are Hunters?

They're Brother
servants, his eyes and ears.

They can sense other Hunters.

- Through the walls?
- Walls don't stop our language.

That won't stop them either.

Give me my gun.

Fine, you can do it, shoot me.

Right here.

It'll be painful but I'll survive.

They need to think that
I put up a fight,

and that's how you escaped.

Do it and go.

I could kill you.

You won't.

Do it.

Do it.

Why?

Why did the Hunters target me?

And don't give me that FBI bullshit.

Why?

Because you lived when
you should've died.

Do it.

Shoot me, do it.

I lied about Kevin.

I'm the one who killed him.

You said it was McCarthy.

Your friend, your partner.

He begged for his life,

and I shot him in the face.

It was lies, all of it.

Your hands on me, having you inside me.

I hated every second.

I never loved you.

I used you.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it!

Our NSA contacts won't
touch Seraphin because he's IMF.

Now what?

Do we contain him?

No, no, we need to get
it out of him directly,

bank accounts,
passwords, whatever we can.

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

Then he's in contact
with their leadership.

- Brother Number Four.
- Mm.

The woman he was with
might be a... go-between.

And given Flynn's call this morning,

I have an idea who that might be.

We've found a paper trail

linking your Colombian connection

to a terrorist organization.

Oh, here's me thinking this coffee

was the start of my apology.

Is this Erika?

Have you ever noticed
anything unusual on her skin?

Like this, perhaps?

I don't know what that is.

Well, that's a skin condition that, uh,

members of their species get.

Species?

These are, are fake.

This, this is absurd.

See, I don't know what kind
of game you're play...

This is what
you've been sleeping with.

And these things

that you've been
laundering money for, they're...

What did you do to me?

Richard... Can I call you Richard?

You gave me something in my coffee.

I need access to all of your records.

Bank accounts, your emails.

I need all your passwords.

And I need them now.

Here, take these.

Now, there you go.

And in a bizarre turn of events,

Richard Seraphin, the
Director for Global Asset Management

for the International
Monetary Fund who was reported

missing yesterday is
currently undergoing medical assessment.

Seraphin was picked up
by DC police this morning

claiming he'd been taken
prisoner by a secret government

organization and had been
sleeping with an alien sex spy.

Scopolamine in his coffee?

Elicits hallucinations and confessions.

Straight from the company playbook.

Hidden history of mental illness.

Ellsberg was before your time.

Nixon's finest hour.

I know my U.S. history.

Carroll and Abby?

She's gone again with the wind.

You let her escape?

I don't know.

There was blood in the hotel room.

- Hunter blood?
- Mm.

Gone before local PD got there?

Spick-and-span, won't be your Watergate.

I'll start sorting through the
Seraphin intel with Jules.

Mm.

A sum of money that large

can only be controlled from the top.

Brother Number Four.

Find me the link.

How's her arm?

It'll be fine.

Must've been quite a hit.

I bounce back.

You gave yourself the treatment.

The urges haven't stopped.

I understand that, but the treatment
makes you vulnerable.

I don't care.

Well, you should, this unit needs you.

To be a weapon.

Do you really believe
that's the only reason you're here?

I'm not like the other Hunters,
I'm not an animal.

Of course you're not.

And I'm not your pet either.

Or your toy solder or your experiment.

I care about your
safety, your well-being,

and I've always tried to
treat you as if you were one of my...

One of my own.

You're an Elder at your temple.

You and your family
attend service every Sunday.

Your faith and your family

are the most
important things in your life.

But you've never once asked
me to come with you

because I'm not human.

My soul isn't worth saving.

That is, if you really think I have one.

Allison, I'm sorry, I didn't
even know you were interested.

Don't worry about it.

You've got your faith to soothe you.

I've got a machine.

You didn't call back.

I couldn't, not right away.

Did you see her?

No.

She never showed up, Emme, I'm sorry.

I didn't lie.

I know.

I believe you, but that
wasn't the Abby we knew.

But it was.

It wasn't.

She's gone, Emme.

We have to let her go.

Both of us.

I don't believe it.

That's normal.

That's the first stage of grief.

And then what?

Then it's anger.

Or... or bargaining.

I don't remember.

There are seven stages...

- I better look it up.
- Yeah.

I need to get this right for her.

I found it.

Kübler-Ross stages of grief.

Will you memorize these with me?

There aren't seven stages, there's five.

Number one.

Denial.

Number two: anger.

Number three... bargaining.

Number four: depression.

Number five...

Acceptance.

My Feelers, you have returned
to your Brother.

You found her.

Show me.