[Woman screaming]
[Indistinct voices]
[Woman shouting]
How about I drive, huh?
[Indistinct talking on police radio]
Oh.
[Exhales deeply] There we go.
[Exhales deeply]
About time you showed up.
Some couples like to talk.
Did they see anything?
They don't know the girls, didn't see the car. Nothing.
How many more miles do we have left to cover?
SARA: We're on Stone Hollow, and we need to check these two roads
and circle back around.
Harris wants us back to base by midnight, so...
Maybe the perimeter's not wide enough. Maybe...
This guy's a traveler.
Maybe the first body is throwing us off.
Your turn.
[Mumbling]
[Swing creaking]
[Brahms' "Lullaby" plays]
[Clanging]
New paint, new plates. It's our guy.
- He's here. - Shit. Back in the car.
Let him think we're leaving. We'll get tactical.
All units, this is Predator 5 requesting backup.
We're on Stone Hollow Road.
- We have the UNSUB's vehicle... - [Women screaming]
They're still alive.
Come on.
FBI!
[Flies buzzing]
[Door closes]
["Lullaby" continues]
[Cooing]
[Screaming, gunshots]
- Oh, God. - Check the girls.
Sara!
Talk to me, Sara.
Predator 5 to base. Over.
We have the situation secure. Repeat... situation is secure.
Suspect is dead.
So are the girls.
There were three shots fired.
[Gasps]
Hey! Sara!
Sara, drop! Get rid of the line!
Get down! Down!
Drop! Drop!
[Beeping]
Ohh.
[Broken dishes clinking]
Man. Thought you guys were never gonna get here.
Hey, Harris, I'm fucking starving!
[Flies buzzing]
[Buzzing stops]
[Engine turns over]
So, tomorrow...
I have a senior staff meeting with the director,
A Q4 performance review, and an academy course to prep.
But now, instead, I get to waste my whole day at your funerals.
Special Agent Moore, when is the situation secure?
- On the drive home. - On the drive home.
That's right. On the drive home.
- Sir, we didn't... - Shut up.
Cigarettes on the table. More at the door.
Different brands.
Two cars out front. 4 place settings, not 3.
All should have alerted you to the possibility
that there might be another suspect.
- I think... - I'm sorry? What?
What did you say?
I think you enjoy watching us fail, sir.
Better in here than out there.
You know this really happened?
The UNSUB was apprehended in under 2 minutes
without a shot fired.
It took you guys 7 minutes, and you killed your partner.
Have some cake.
The majority of murders are committed
by someone known to the victim.
Those that are not solved within the first 48 hours seldom are.
Not so with serial killers.
One advantage in this line of work
is knowing that as long as the UNSUB is out there,
you'll always have another chance.
With each new killing comes a resetting of the clock.
Time is on your side.
The model for this exercise
was a missing-persons search in Buffalo, 1982.
The dead man was an accomplice who was killed the day before.
The killer staged a suicide
in order to try, in effect, an escape.
As you can see, some of you responded better than others.
Well, exactly how many times has a profiler
been in a kill-or-capture situation since 1982?
Are you suggesting I'm preparing you for something
you may never experience?
Success comes when you understand
that your most lethal weapon isn't your firearm,
but your brain.
A lot of the old guard don't believe in my methods.
A lot of them think I'm crazy.
You're a privileged group.
You're all smart or you wouldn't be here.
I just want you to be smarter.
Our final exercise will be on the island of Oneiga.
This simulation will be a test primarily of your teamwork.
I hope you're ready.
Then how could we have saved the girls at the old hotel?
You couldn't. They were dead no matter what you did.
What's the point if we couldn't have saved them?
The point is to get used to it.
# There, you've seen it, my behavior's unacceptable #
Good evening, my fine, young FBI friends.
I am a pretty little thing just out of lit class at GMU.
Please note the Jimmy Joyce in my Kate Spade.
My parents are loaded as per my expensive ensemble.
And that "J"... Where is it? On my key ring...
means I'm either a Jill or a Jennifer.
Those being the favorite "J" names of Beltway parents
circa 1981.
I like to hang with my friends and have a good time,
but I'm really just a mature woman looking for a mature man.
And I recently quit smoking.
[English accent] Why do you say that?
You see the way she keeps eyeing the guy next to her?
It's not him. It's his cigarette.
Spoken like a woman who knows.
How long has it been, Nicole? 3 days?
The lovely Nicole and her personal demons.
I'm surprised there's enough room at the table for all of us.
Take me 5 minutes to get her number.
Take me 2.
- You're on. - Money's coming out.
$20.
- $20 works. - Whoo!
Whoa, big money.
Hi. I think I know you, don't I?
You're, um, uh...
Jill, right?
Jen.
Jen, Jen. Yes. Yes, Jen, of course.
Okay, obviously you don't remember me.
My name's Bobby. Bobby Whitman.
Rafe, you're up. Profile.
Okay.
Black suit, blond hair, Martini.
I'm the sophisticated type
on the prowl for pretty, young things.
Preferably blond.
Preferably a cheerleader with great big...
Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Enough.
Right about the blond. You're on fire.
You're projecting.
I don't know. It was 2 seconds at a lecture last semester.
GMU Lit Department, right?
The Moody lecture?
Yeah, yeah, Moody. Heck of a writer.
Um...
I'm actually not even a student myself.
Um...
I work in finance.
Oh. Finance?
- Oh! Right. Bobby. - Yeah.
- Hi. How are you? - Hi. I'm good.
He's got 15 seconds.
Thank you.
Lucas, looks like tonight wasn't your night.
I know her. Her name's Jen. I told her to play along.
You're full of shit.
You never know.
ALL: Ooh.
Ooh.
[Laughter]
So, what is going on in that head?
We're professionals.
We shouldn't have to put up with Harris' shit.
All right, what's up?
I'm not making profiler.
I was alone in his office.
His recommends were on the desk, and I read them.
We still have the weekend at Oneiga.
He says I'm unfocused.
He says I'm not capable
of the psychological commitment necessary for profiling work.
How do you like that?
Commitment. Like, "Fucking look at me, man."
Vince, I think...
You're not making profiler either, Sara.
Sorry. I read it.
Don't work too hard out there, okay?
We've got a late addition.
This is Detective Gabe Jenson.
He's from the Philadelphia P.D.
Good morning. How you doin'?
He's their resident profiler,
and somehow he got on D. 0. J.'s good side
and convinced the attorney general he could sit in
on some exercises and see how I work.
Do I have the politics about right?
Something like that.
He's joining the team?
He's just here to observe, not to participate.
Now, be nice to him or it's my ass.
No offense, Detective.
None taken. It's an honor to meet all of you.
You want to do hostage rescue, a smallpox outbreak,
this is the place.
Navy Seas built it for wargame practice.
Once a year, they turn it over to me for the weekend.
Okay, get your rappelling lines and prepare to drop.
That's a joke.
Here we are. Crimetown, USA.
Where all the residents are dead.
Or about to be.
Now, the idea here, people, is to only kill the bad guys.
[Beeping]
But nobody's perfect.
It's nice to hear you say that, sir.
RAFE: It's like Beirut meets Belfast.
Sir, I thought they didn't let foreign nationals in the FBI.
Don't worry. On the inside he's 100% American, right?
As American as the death penalty.
HARRIS: That's my boy.
I think I'm in love.
Oh, there is one other person. They'll be coming along shortly.
Who's that?
He's called a puppeteer.
He's killed two people on these streets,
and he's about to kill a third.
Tomorrow you'll find the crime scene
and receive your background dossiers.
By O800 on Monday, I want a full profile of this suspect.
I want to know who he is, what he does,
and where he's gonna do it next.
I'm asking Special Agent Reston to be team leader
unless you'd like to defer.
No, Harris.
I will solve whatever sick, twisted crime scenario
you come up with.
I hope so.
What's the tank for?
The Navy uses it to simulate Arctic regions.
That's what the nitrogen's for.
In general, if it says "military," don't touch it.
Oh. Great.
Navy humor.
The computers are loaded with ViCAP,
but they're fully firewalled.
Don't do any research offsite.
If you want to do any blood samples on the autorad,
analyze fibers... scout samples...
- [Buzzing] - It's all here.
You'll rest up here till the morning.
Downstairs, there's a fully stocked freezer,
bunks, and your showers.
Don't forget. You're 50 miles offshore.
If you run out of toilet paper, you are shit out of luck.
So, what's the point?
Sorry, Detective?
The island, the middle of nowhere, they're professionals.
What's the point?
The point is that they're isolated, alone, and forgotten.
That's what it's like to be inside the mind of a sociopath.
Have you noticed it's a really bad feeling here?
Good luck on your profile.
Go!
# It's gettin' hot #
# It's gettin’ hot #
[Dings]
# It's gettin’ hot #
# Come on, baby, come on, baby #
What?
He said dress for an island.
J.D.: So, Detective,
what exactly did you do to earn this island paradise?
Recommended for it. Same as you.
Why, though?
Did you catch some killer in Philly or something?
What's the deal?
You don't want to know my war stories.
Well, actually, I do.
I mean, right now,
what do we know about you for real?
We know he's got resentments toward his parents,
as per the overload on tattoos he's got there.
We know he's just out of a bad relationship.
He's barely looked twice at me and Sara.
Maybe you're not my type, Nicole.
We're alone on an island.
Trust me, I'm your type.
We also know he watches his words.
So that crossword's either a sign of honing a talent
or correcting a deficiency.
What you say about me doesn't tell you about me.
It tells me about you.
Now, I could say your little gambling
means you have an addictive personality.
I could say I know
you're sleeping with one of the guys in this room.
I could say you take charge of your team
because you never had a leader in your own life.
And you.
When push comes to shove, you crack under pressure.
Your partners can't depend on you.
You don't belong here.
But that's all surface.
Psych 101 bullshit.
That's not who you are.
All for killing him in his sleep?
# It's gettin’ hot #
Bad for you... 1:45.
Damn!
[Waves crashing]
You push me in, I'll have your badge.
I, uh, came out here to feed the ducks.
I see you're feeding the ducks.
Maybe we could feed the ducks together.
Leave you alone?
No, no. It's all right.
I don't smoke.
I know. It's a gesture.
Goodwill, sympathy. You know, the usual.
In lieu of knowing what's going on.
He's not gonna let me make profiler.
He thinks I can't get past it.
Is he right?
When I was a kid, I lost both my parents.
Freak thing.
10 years old. Bang. Mortality.
So I grew up living real hard.
Racing cars, smoking, drinking,
sleeping with any girl I could find.
Real stupid, dangerous lifestyle.
Then I turned 11, and...
All I know is this.
You don't confront your demons and defeat them.
You confront them.
Then you confront them.
Then you confront them some more.
Every single day.
[Water running]
[Crackling]
[Both grunting]
You are seriously fucked up, you know that?
You know what I hate about you, J. D?
What?
You only want me for my mind.
[Breathing heavily]
[Yowling]
[Grunting]
[Yowling]
[Groans]
[Bell clanging]
[Screams]
NICOLE: What happened?
I'd like to know how Harris got it here.
I'd say the issue is "why?"
Here, kitty kitty.
What kind of simulation is this?
Ah. Oh!
Ugh.
10:00.
That supposed to mean something?
So, what, is this supposed to be some kind of warning sign?
Well, if I know Harris, it's a sign of something.
It's 9:30 A.M., Saturday morning.
We're in search of an unknown crime scene.
We'll split into pairs.
The first one who finds it wins my eternal love and devotion.
And a dead cat.
[Cat yowls]
And a dead cat.
[Bell rings]
Now, this place must remind you of home.
Ha. Happytown, USA.
Sst!
Look.
It's little Bobby.
Little Bobby's gonna grow up to be big and strong
and pursue a career in buried children
and dismembered mummies.
Now, that will make Happytown proud.
I think you're in the wrong line of work.
No, mate.
Not me.
Hey!
Dinner at Harris' house.
Pass the nuts.
Charming.
Great. A cigarette machine.
Temptation is everywhere.
Hey, Agent, we searching together or what?
Suit yourself. I'm on vacation.
Hey, Vince!
Check out the other side of town.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Huh.
Hey, everybody!
Harris, you are one sick son of a bitch.
Stay on my 6.
Okay, everybody, it's about that time to look alive.
We have victim.
Or victims?
We got a single victim. Caucasian female.
25, 26.
The puppeteer. That's a hell of a signature.
Why don't you check the employee logs, receipts?
See who shopped here, who worked here. That sort of thing.
Let me run forensic, work the timeline.
Sara, why don't you check the carcass?
Sara!
Sure.
Oh.
There's splatter behind the counter.
The girl was definitely moved.
Any venture as to weapon?
- You want to take point on M.O? - Absolutely.
Nic, not to step on your toes,
but I'm gonna bet the guy's a trophy taker.
What are you smiling about?
If the taxpayers only knew...
I think I'll go see if the UNSUB's still in the building.
Sweetheart, it's just a simulation, yeah?
Where we're from, a site search is called procedure.
Yeah?
We should have been allowed to bring our guns.
It doesn't feel real without my gun.
Hell, Vince, how real do you want it?
# Welcome to puppet... #
Don't move. Don't move! Sara.
# Pull my strings, it's time to play #
Let's see what freak show Harris has in mind.
# Surprises at puppet playtime #
It's no fun unless it's a challenge, right?
# Hope you all enjoy your stay #
# Welcome to puppet... #
[Music stops]
Move!
Aah.
Aah!
My legs!
No! Don't touch it!
Help!
It'll burn you!
- They're frozen! - Help him!
Aah! Aah!
Stop!
[Cracking]
[Breathing heavily]
This is a joke, right?
That was just a simulation.
[Crying]
I'm sorry, Nic.
- Were they working before? - No signal, nothing.
What if it was some kind of accident?
Someone killed J.D. Don't you get it?
Someone is here on this island.
That wasn't there last night either.
12:00.
It's an hour and a half.
It's a message.
What about the boat?
We saw that pier with the boat when we flew in.
Watch your backs and everyone else's.
Hit the boat and find the radio.
The simulation's over.
Now is not the time for fear, people.
- Now is the ti... - [Beeping]
Shit.
- Sara! - Ohh!
Sara!
Get her out of the water!
[Both gasping]
Help me get her out of the water!
Get her out of the water!
Ugh!
It's okay. You're okay.
Aah!
I'll handle it. I'll handle it.
I've got her.
Back the fuck off! I'll handle it!
It's okay.
You're out of the water, all right? You're out.
Aah!
All right. You're out of the water.
- You're okay. - What's her thing with water?
I think I lost my smokes.
Harris brought us to this island.
Now we're not allowed to leave.
- Let's talk about this Harris. - [Coughing]
Harris wouldn't do this.
You can say what you want, but Harris is a company man.
Did anyone actually see him get back in that chopper?
Oh, tell me somebody witnessed that.
Maybe he got tired of the simulations.
Missed the taste of the real thing.
I'll give him a taste of the real thing.
Did he just pull that gun out of his arse?
We weren't supposed to bring weapons.
My gun goes where I go.
If you get shot sometime, maybe you'll understand.
You shouldn't have brought your weapon, Vince.
You're gonna be glad I did.
Two square miles at most.
Hey. Check this out.
Who wants to play some hide-and-seek?
Anyone else is on this island,
Harris or worse, we're gonna find them.
How's about your Navy?
They don't muck around, do they?
GABE: Damn cats.
[Thunder crashes]
Aah! Aah!
Oh, for the love of God, just take the arm.
There. There. That's the Lucas I know.
You want to get up and do it all over again.
Are you all right?
Yeah. I told you I'm fine.
Yeah, you told me, but...
As long as people aren't asking me if I'm all right,
I'm all right.
So can I ask you something else, then?
Anything else.
Well, since the end may be near here,
have you kind of always sort of had a thing for me?
Aah!
[Laughs]
Is that a no?
20 minutes of 12:00.
So at 12:00 someone else is killed?
Somebody left those watches.
And left them after Harris had gone.
Where is this killer? We searched the island.
Somebody set that trap.
Somebody rigged that boat.
So what are we saying?
This is some kind of game?
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.
Who's the next motherfucker to go?
It's 12:00.
It's 12:00, and we're still here!
We're still here, and it's 12:00, and...
Shut up, Vince.
All right. Look.
We know that there is a killer on the island.
Someone who knows what we're here for,
someone who knows where we'd be.
There's just one problem.
There's no one on the island but us.
Now, hold on.
Real slow.
Real easy like.
Let's all move our hands away from our weapons.
- You get on the ground. - Lucas.
I'm checking the rooms. I find this... by his bed.
It's maps of the island, the building, everything here.
Been doing some research on the place?
- I can goddamn explain. - You can get on the ground!
This is a military facility! No one has access to this stuff!
- [Guns cocking] - Whoa.
You got me all wrong.
Oh, yeah, Detective? They your maps?
I want to see your hands up. Up!
You believe me.
- No one leaves this room. - Since when is this room safe?
Since we're all in it.
On your knees now.
Now! Down!
Sara, can you feel your face?
Because I can't feel your face...
Coffee.
Huh?
There's something in the coffee.
- Ohh! - [Cup shatters]
Ohh.
[Cup shatters]
Ohh!
SARA: Hey, Nic...
Stay... away from...
[Speaking indistinctly]
[Cup shatters]
[Beeps]
[Meows]
- [Grunts] - You going somewhere?
Come here.
Sit down.
- Hey, man, I can explain. - Shut up.
- Listen, I can explain. - I said shut up!
You don't know what you're doing.
You don't know who I am.
I know you killed J.D. That's what I know.
Is everybody all right?
Sara.
Hey. Hey. Sara.
Sara? Hey.
[Breathing heavily]
I just had the worst dream ever.
Come on.
Look.
If I'm the killer, why didn't I run?
You were all lying here. How come so am I?
Maybe it's a trick so you can finish what you started!
Look, I'll tell you why the maps were in the bedroom.
No! You tell us what you put in the coffee!
- That's what you tell us. - Hey! Who made it?
Did I make the coffee?
Sherlock Holmes over there made it.
The man is calling you a killer.
Personally, I think you might want to defend yourself.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Oh, fuck! Ohh!
[Whimpers] Oh, fuck!
There's...
There's no blood.
Somebody...
drained his blood.
LUCAS: 6:00.
Two watches.
Two watches means two victims?
We got 20 minutes.
All right.
[Grunting]
Right. I want to know what the next trap is.
And I want to know now.
I can't tell you because I don't know!
You've been lying to us since we got here.
That doesn't make me the killer.
The dead people does.
How about the loner mentality?
How about the issues with the FBI?
I'm not a cop.
I'm an investigator with the Department of Justice.
I was sent to investigate Harris.
The attorney general was hearing rumors about his methods.
There was talk he was pushing trainees too far.
The FBI investigates the FBI.
Not if you want it done right.
Look, they took him out of the field for a reason.
Justice was talking maybe that wasn't enough.
They sent me to see how he works you.
The maps were prep. It's a job!
Oh, this is not happening.
You want to hook me up to a polygraph, hook me up!
Yeah, we know how to beat a polygraph, too.
He's lying. Watch his eyes.
I'm not lying. I just don't like you.
Okay. You got 15 minutes.
So tell us where the trap is,
or you never leave this room, and I mean never.
Don't take your eyes off of him.
Okay.
[Door closes]
Now, start talking.
It's a nine-number sequence repeating itself.
Nine permutations.
What? A code? A combination?
It has something to do with time!
He has an obsession with time!
Forget the numbers. We need to find the trap.
The numbers are the message.
What if it tells us where the trap might be?
Fine. Bobby, help her work the numbers.
I'm searching the building.
I'm searching with you.
[Sighs]
10 minutes.
Phone number, Social Security number, coordinates.
- Talk to me! - Seven minutes.
Between you and me...
I'm not a violent person.
The thing I've learned in my life is this.
Sometimes if you find yourself feeling deep anger
and frustration
about where you find yourself, what has happened to you...
The healthy thing to do is to find an outlet
and let it all fucking go.
6:00.
One of us dies, my outlet is you.
[Beeps]
I am not your guy.
You don't want to do this, man.
You'll have to live with what you don't know.
I think we're clear on this level.
The obsession is time. It has to do with time.
I know it.
5,8,2,9,9,7,9,2,4. Whatisit?
Sara, it's no use.
8,2,9,9,7,9,2,4,5.
- What is that? - Sara...
2,9,9,7,9...
It's a number! It's a fucking number!
They're all just fucking numbers!