Hope you like canned tuna.
- Bishop here. - Dalton's cell just went hot.
How long till you get a fix?
We're triangulating now, sir, should be less than a minute.
I'll be right here.
Okay, so finish telling me about this Michael Griffin guy.
- What else do you know about him? - Nothing, I only met him a couple of times.
Well, the guy's a soldier. He's held in high regard, you knew that.
Yeah.
So they spent years training him, millions on the program,
why are they trying to kill him?
I have no idea, Turner.
You know, you're really on the ball, Maggie.
I'm surprised you weren't running the place.
I was in research.
The Department of Killing must've been down the hall.
Come on, you telling me the whole time you were there,
you didn't ask one single question?
Look, I was doing something bigger than myself.
I was working for national security.
Well, how patriotic of you. I feel so much more secure.
So what now, genius?
Take a left up there, get on the interstate.
In two hours we'll be in Oregon. He'll never find us.
That's your big plan, play hide and seek with the invisible guy?
Without the buffer, the serum's attacking his organs.
He can't live for more than a month.
We're not going anywhere. That bastard killed my partner.
I'm not turning my back on that.
She was trying to protect you.
She might still be alive if you'd told the truth.
I got a message. A couple of minutes ago.
Great.
You just turned yourself into a tracking beacon.
I was just trying to call my sister, let her know that I'm okay.
Who sent the message?
Look, this guy's been texting me for months,
ever since I started working for Reisner.
Little warnings. Nothing specific.
But he stopped, till now.
Whoever it is must've known about the attack on your house.
Must be tracking you.
- Where are we going? - 2058 Ludlow. Meet your pen pal.
How do we know he's not one of the bad guys?
We don't.
A lot of people hate working nights, huh?
Me, I don't mind it at all.
It's quiet. You can hear yourself think.
You know what I mean?
Oh, I know what you mean.
I hate this place more than you could know.
Well, it's not for everybody, that's for sure.
No, it isn't.
That's me.
- Excuse me, ma'am. - Yes?
You know where I could find Colonel Bishop?
- It's the last door on your left. - Thank you.
You have a nice voice. That's North Carolina, right?
Hello?
Cherry Point, ma'am.
Cherry...
Then back trace her number. I want to know who made that last call.
Call me when you get a hit.
Yeah, I checked it out, man.
You got a few winos on the nod, maybe a couple homeless, that's it.
- That's it? Hey, hey, you sure? - Yeah, Scout's honor, man.
All right. Here.
Anytime, Officer. I love this undercover shit.
Oh, wait.
You know, you might wanna use the back entrance.
It smells better.
- Bishop. - We pulled the message, sir.
- Who sent it? - Caller's ID was scrambled,
it's being decrypted as we speak.
But I have the text right here, it should be coming up on your screen.
What time was it sent?
Agent Moore, hello? You there?
Michael? Is that you?
Hey, I really am sorry about all this.
Well, for a second there I thought I was actually forgiven.
I know you're tracking her, tell me where she is.
You don't need Maggie Dalton. I can get you the buffer.
But you've gotta come back in. You've gone too far.
- Now why would I trust a traitor? - What?
You set me up. You let them destroy me.
Well, you can't be that naive, Michael.
We needed a fail-safe to protect the integrity of the program.
Liar!
I saved you. After what you did in Iraq.
You saved me to be a goddamn guinea pig.
If it wasn't for this project,
you'd have been court-martialed for war crimes
and boxed off to Leavenworth!
A pen? You stab me with a goddamn pen?
Well, you better hurry up.
I'm coming to get you. I'm coming to get you, Bishop.
You're a dead man!
Let's see what kind of soldier you are.
Load that gun, soldier!
You lost it. Lost sight of the enemy.
I see the enemy clearer than ever.
They're everywhere. Sometimes right in front of you.
Don't you understand? I can go anywhere, see anything, anyone.
I'm with people when they think they're alone.
- Michael. - I see what they do,
I know what they're thinking. It disgusts me.
They don't deserve to live.
I need to finish our mission, Gavin,
and you're not gonna stop me.
Ludlow.
Here I come, Maggie.
Thanks for the tip, Colonel.
This is a bad idea.
Let's keep going.
Wait.
Hello? Excuse me, Colonel Bishop, I just...
You got my message.
No light. No light.
Oh, my God.
Oh, wish you hadn't done that.
Who are you?
Timothy Laurents.
But that's just a name.
Long since erased, Dr. Dalton.
- Put your hands where I can see them. - I'm harmless.
I have three rare cancers,
any number of failing organs, and a total intolerance to light.
Every day, I'm just a little more dead,
and a little more visible.
Of course.
There were others.
There were three, actually.
Number one lasted eight days.
I'm number two. And number three, well,
I believe you've already met.
- What is it? - It's Colonel Bishop, sir.
Jesus.
Griffin.
The serum vault.
- The vault's secure, sir. - Good.
- Clean this up. - But, sir, I...
I've got the chairman of the House Science Committee
coming here tomorrow.
Clean it up.
Operation Silent Knight
was never about national security.
It was only about political security.
Here. Senator Paul Hayes.
Died of acute asthmatic asphyxiation on April 21.
His inhaler untouched at his bedside.
Wyatt Jennings.
Ninth Circuit judge, broke his neck falling down a staircase,
surrounded by witnesses, April 27.
Clumsy feet.
- Is that... - Warren Eschenburg.
Retired CIA operations chief.
Fell off his fishing boat and drowned.
May 3.
He's killing their political enemies.
But then why all of them?
Well, then the victims become more randomized.
They're just regular people.
A soccer mom, a truck driver,
an investment banker, a detective.
All clustered in the Northwest, in the last two weeks.
- He's trying to cover up his true agenda. - I think that is his true agenda.
We have to end this.
- Where's the fire escape? - Over there. South wall.
Go ahead. Go.
Go ahead. It's right over there.
I got it, I got it. Okay, go, go.
- Come on. - Go, go.
I like you, Turner.
In your own little nine-to-five way, you are a true warrior.
Just let it happen, buddy.
Fuck me.
It hurts to look in the mirror, doesn't it?
Get in.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
And Laurents?
I don't know what to do.
I've hit a wall. How do we stop him?
I don't know. You're the cop.
God.
We gotta keep moving.
What are we doing?
I'm gonna take you to the station, put you on a bus.
Head someplace you've never been, lay low for a few months.
You should be okay.
You're not coming.
You've given me all the information I need. I can handle the rest from here.
- You're still gonna go after Griffin? - I have no choice.
How are you gonna find him?
I haven't quite figured that part out yet.
- You know how to use one of these? - Yeah-ish.
- How are you gonna protect yourself? - I don't know.
People say I have a nice smile, maybe that'll help.
I can get another gun, Maggie.
I wanna go to 24th and Main. I have a contact at The Times.
What, you think a bunch of nerds with typewriters
are gonna protect you from Griffin?
I'm not looking for protection.
- What are you looking for? - To finish this.
We get the word out, it'll stop Reisner from coming after us,
and Griffin will be the last of his kind.
Once you go public, Griffin's gonna be coming right at you.
I know.
Why would you do that?
Because I have no choice.
You know, you keep this up, I might change my mind about you.
Don't bother. I still think you're a big dumb cop.
- But you do have a nice smile. - Thanks.
I just wanna call my sister and tell her I'm okay.
Sure.
Investigators remain at the scene of last night's police incident,
and although there have been no new details revealed regarding this case,
law enforcement officials are now requesting the public's assistance
in tracking down this individual.
Frank Turner is considered armed and dangerous.
He is described as...
Shut up! Shut up!
Okay, I got a signal.
Twenty seconds, then you pull the battery, got it?
Go.
Heather. Heather?
Who is this?
It was Griffin. He wants to meet.
I save his life or I lose my sister.
I'm coming with you. Let's go.
No, no. He said, anyone shows up but me, Heather dies.
You think he's gonna let you go, the both of you?
I don't know, but I have to try.
We have to try. Where do you get the buffer?
I have to make it myself.
U-Dub has a decent lab. I can get in there.
Where does he wanna meet?
Maggie, you can't do it alone.
Where does he wanna meet?
He just said to be at the King County Terminal at 7:00.
Your attention, please.
Northwest Flyer with service to Spokane,
now departing, track 11. All aboard.
All right, let's go there. Let's go.
Yeah.
Investigators remain at the scene of last night's police incident.
Law enforcement officials are now focusing their attention
in different areas...
From my understanding,
investigators are focusing on one of their own,
a Seattle police detective.
Frank Turner is considered
- armed and dangerous. - Shit.
Police are urging anyone who may have seen him...
- Heather. - No, Maggie, no.
Where is he? It's okay.
Go.
Got you.
Heather, go. Go!
No!
Go!
Hello.
The light burns. It's worse than ever.
Do everything I say, or I'm gonna walk out of here
and kill your sister right now.
- Take off your clothes. - What?
- Why? - Oh, please, just do it!
- Michael, let's just go. I can make... - Now!
We've got a visual on the subject.
Now for the last time, strip.
That's it.
You know, I've always liked you, Doc.
Don't let him out of your sight. That's our guy.
Excuse me, you know what time it is?
My name's Detective Frank Turner.
- I'm here with your sister. - No...
I need to know where she is.
- Just stay away from me. - Listen to me.
Everything's going to be okay. I'm here to help.
- No, I'll scream. - Heather.
Do not let Seattle PD take Turner into custody,
do you understand me?
Listen, you do whatever it takes.
I'm almost there.
Shirt, pants, underwear, the whole enchilada.
Is everything okay?
Perfect.
Perfect, thanks.
Good. That's what we like to hear.
Well done.
Keep going.
Now tell me where they are. Please.
In the store? In the store?
Wait here.
We got a runner. I need backup.
Maggie?
Time's up, Maggie.
We're walking out of here together.
Now you get a taste of your own medicine.
No, no, girl, don't scream.
Fuck you! I told you to come alone!
Pain in the ass!
Run!
Heather, run, run!
No!
Let go.
Heather!
Put the gun down.
Oh! Oh my God!
Wait, wait, wait, don't shoot. Don't shoot.
You don't understand. I'm a cop.
Help me! Somebody!
No! Help me!
Inside. Let's go! Come on, move, move!
Okay, I'm gonna put it down, slow.
Hold it right there.
We got him.
Just back off.
Hold your fucking fire!
Repeat, all units, hold your fire!
Hold your fire!
- Get another team around the back! - He's got nowhere to go!
- Out of the way. Move. - Go, go!
Talk to me.
Turner's in the bag, SWAT's breaching the security gate as we speak.
- What about Dalton and Griffin? - We don't know if they're still inside, sir.
What do you mean, you don't know?
Things are very fluid, sir.
Turner, we know who you are. Just come on out.
Do you have a plan to resolve this fucking situation or not?
Stay the hell out of my way.
Shit.
No, no, wait. Wait! You need me.
I can call the Institute and have the buffer here in 10 minutes.
Listen, listen carefully.
This program can go on. I'll make you a partner.
Working together for a greater purpose.
The cop's taken care of, Michael, it's just us now.
I'm not Michael.
Turner?
You won't shoot me.
How do you know? Can you see it in my eyes?
Yeah, just back away, that's what you do best.
These clothes are for burn patients.
They'll protect you from the light until the buffer kicks in.
How long will it take?
You should feel relief soon.
- Give me your arm. - You first.
Half for you, half for me.
I can't be certain it'll work without a full dose.
Let's give it a shot, shall we?
Not that I don't trust you.
No, I don't trust you. Come on.
There you go. Good girl.
Just give it a second.
I booked this room on my expired student pass code,
so whatever decision you intend to make, I suggest you make it quickly.
All right, I'm ready.
- I won't need this again, will I? - No, this will do it.
- Still. - There's the vein, right there.
Right there.
Oh, good.
Yeah.
You are a true hero, Maggie. Just like me.
Okay, you got what you wanted.
Perfection.
How many people in their lifetime get to achieve it?
Perfect husband, perfect father, citizen.
I am none of these things, but I am the perfect weapon,
and you perfected me.
I can get this close to people without them ever knowing I'm there.
I'm sorry, Maggie.
Very clever! Very clever, Maggie!
You're a spirited little minx, you know that?
Come on, Maggie, what are you running for?
Don't you get it?
Come on there, Maggie!
Come on, honey!
I'm gonna get you.
Come on, why are you running, honey?
I'm just gonna find you later,
take off all my clothes, and catch you.
What...
Who's there?
Guess who?
Frank!
Maggie. What did you do, Maggie?
Oh, shit.
Turner?
Frank?
Oh, shit.
- Maggie, get inside. - Turner, he's right behind you!
I got you, Turner.
Turner!
I got you.
Son of a bitch.
- Watch out! - You're finished!
- You really are a pain in the ass! - Let him go. Let him go.
- Turner? - You son of a bitch.
Frank?
There's nowhere left to run, Maggie.
What'd you do to me?
What was in that vial, Maggie?
Rat poison.
Rat poison?
That's just great. Great!
You stupid woman.
You killed yourself, too.
Warfarin, C19-H16-O4.
Your blood thins out, your heart speeds up.
You're hemorrhaging.
I distinctly remember telling you to take good care of me.
You did a real shitty job.
Do you feel it yet, Turner?
What it does to you?
Not yet.
Now I do.
There's still no sign of him.
Don't worry.
He'll come find me.
He has to.