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Jared booked out of here a couple days ago.

I sure miss that old boy.

It's a no MS to love him. Amen, brother.

I kind of took him under my wing, so to speak.

Yeah, I kept my eye on him. I'm sure that's just like you, Junior, always

thinking of the other guy. I believe in helping those less fortunate.

Darwin Transport.

Yep, this is it. This is what?

Jared's dating that? Yep, he'd lock himself in there for three, four days at

time. Paid me to check in on him now and again. You know, bring him a little

bread, some water. Chain him up. Chain him up? Live, let live, that's my motto.

Especially when there's cash coming my way.

Hell, he'd even ask me to zap him with a car battery now and then.

Whatever turns you on, I guess.

Why, Jared!

Jared! I didn't know you was in there!

I got you, didn't I?

First off, a kiss of happiness.

I couldn't get a shot of joy for this.

They say there's a fine line between genius and insanity.

Jared's line was erased long ago.

What's the home of that TV?

It's Jared's handwriting.

Since when do we follow his directions?

We go with the method to Jared's madness, so if it says don't touch...

Lyle. Oh, no.

Junior!

Junior! See you later, Ms. Parker.

Mr. Lyle.

Oh, damn it.

We never told that scum -toothed idiot our name.

Jared set this up.

Now we're his prisoners.

Worst heat wave we've had in years, and this one's been locked in the hole for

three days.

We're going to need to scrape him out with a shovel.

Thanks, but that won't be necessary.

I could use a shower, though.

There are pretenders among us.

I would take him from my family.

36 ,000. He's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died because of what I thought up? Since I broke out, I've

every moment searching for my past.

He's a pretender.

A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.

The Santa wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and the blue.

Life's a gift.

Are you a doctor?

I am today.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Excuse me, sir.

If you don't mind my saying, it's kind of creepy that you just spent the last

three days in the same hole where Warrant Officer Ryan hung himself.

you've got to walk in somebody else's shoes to understand what they've been

through. Call it a simulation.

Is that something they teach you in Criminal Investigation Division

It's just something I picked up as a kid.

Lieutenant? Kimbrough. Molly Kimbrough. I'm with the Provost Marshal's office.

Jared Stevens.

Yeah, I know. The base grapevine is pretty much fizzling with word that CID

here investigating Ryan's suicide.

Colonel Dance assigned me to escort you around, and he wants to see you in his

office ASAP. He's a little pissed.

Pissed? Ticked off.

You know, mad.

Why should he be mad? I've only kept him waiting 72 hours and 13 minutes.

I am honored you finally decided to pay me a visit, even if it did take you

three and a half days. I was just doing a little recon, trying to be a good

soldier. That's an understatement. Top ten in your class at West Point.

J .D. with honors, Georgetown Law. And I saw Rambo 27 times.

Captain Saunders here is the leader of Ryan's training unit. He was there the

night he died.

We'll be doing some talking, Captain. Most definitely.

Now, your file tells me damn near everything except your rank. I don't

if you're supposed to call me sir.

Well, that is the Army. Not only does it promote the incompetent, but it allows

CID officers like myself to kick around anyone from a private to general

regardless of rank. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll call you sir.

Would you excuse us for now?

Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

Sir.

After you, Lieutenant.

Okay, Stevens.

Let's just stop all this nice crap, agreed?

Fair enough.

POW survival training is about the systematic breaking down of a man's

his identity, even his will to live. It's about survival.

Now, it is my duty to see who can and cannot pass that test. If a man fails

here... He goes down alone.

But if he fails that test in war, he takes his brothers down with him.

Now, that's all very noble. But let me tell you about my duty, Colonel. Your

duty? It's akin to a snake in the grass.

Around here, we protect and police our own. We don't need some Pentagon

copperhead slithering around our feet. Maybe the late warrant officer Ryan

Ryan's death was investigated thoroughly.

He was in the hole during POW training, and he snapped.

And mutilated and hung him. He snapped!

Now, any further investigation will be a waste of your time, and more

importantly, mine.

Ryan's parents are convinced that their son's death was not a suicide. They

can't accept the fact that Scott killed himself.

Now, it ain't pretty, but it is true. The truth is exactly what I intend to

out.

Sir.

Whoa. Yes, I'm studying the impact of unique physical characteristics on

processing. I would have guessed that.

There's something weird about this shipping invoice that Jared left at his

letter. Weird?

It's such an obvious clue. It's like Jared wanted Miss Parker and Mr. Lyle to

down to Texas and investigate it. Maybe he did.

What else did Jared leave?

Some Army stuff, manuals, books, equipment, a worn -out Rambo video.

just so much stuff I haven't had time to go through it all yet.

We need to alert Miss Parker and Lyle that this may be relevant to their

investigation. That's the other weird part. No one's heard from them yet. It's

like they just vanished.

I can't get a signal out through these walls.

Screw signals.

Why don't you just point it at my head?

Don't tempt me. What the hell kind of game is Jared playing, anyway?

Hmm, let's see.

She locks us both in here together for God knows how long with nothing but a

bucket of stagnant water and a roll of toilet paper. It doesn't take much time

to figure out this isn't just a game of survival.

Survival of the fittest.

Well, at least he's not a complete jerk. He left us some army rations.

Miss Parker, Mr. Lyle, welcome to your home away from home.

Revise that last statement. He is a complete jerk. For all the years that I

locked away at the center and for the three years I've been out, the key to my

life has been survival.

A fun little game. Now ask yourselves, what would you do to survive?

I found it's important to know yourself and to know your family. Have a good

time. Oh, by the way, I've whipped you up a yummy little meal.

Hope you enjoy it.

Mm -mm, barbecued grasshopper.

Bon appetit.

Actually, they're supposed to be very high in protein.

Tastes like licorice.

What about you? What are you willing to do to survive, Ms. Parker?

Clever.

Another little piece of Wolfgang Puke's puzzle.

I think I checked mine, too.

Great. What next?

So you've been here ever since OCS and MPs.

You read my file.

It's the idea, I'm supposed to snoop.

You're a very capable officer. Shouldn't you have your bars by now?

The reason I'm not a captain yet has less to do with ability than it does

biology.

It's not easy to be a woman in this man's army, huh?

Chief Ryan used to remind me that.

You knew Ryan pretty well.

We were friends.

He treated me with respect.

Not like some of these gung -ho idiots.

Good night.

Very nice.

Is it true he called his parents the night before he started POW training?

Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to snoop, remember?

Sorry.

Just, rumor is, he told his father that someone on base committed a breach of

conduct, which he was going to report when he got back from the POW isolation

test. I guess he never got the chance to make that report, did he?

No, sir.

He's not.

The training area is just up the road, but I doubt you'll find Sergeant Reed

more helpful than Colonel Dance was.

Sealy, Sealy, Sealy.

Sealy!

Shout out here to Sealy.

Hey, shit. You want some?

Want some?

Yeah?

Damn, I've been doing that all day.

Ain't tough, Airborne. Don't cry, Seeley.

All you gotta do is quit, Seeley.

Quit? Then go over there and drink as much as you want.

We'll take you back to your nice air -conditioned room, take a nice long cold

shower. And after that, you get to call your mommy and tell her to come pick you

up at the airport on the first flight home.

Is that what you want, Seeley?

I'm not giving up, Sergeant.

Ain't tough, Seeley.

Don't cry.

That's the CID.

Step in the mouth.

Don't give up.

I understand that you were in charge of training the night that Chief Ryan died.

Not only that, but I'm the one who opened up the hole the next morning and

him hanging by his belt.

It's all in the report.

He must at least have a theory about what happened. He went in there by

Stayed down there all night by himself. We were all right outside the whole

time. Boy must have been scared of the dark, all I can figure. Let his mind get

the best of him. Enough to mutilate and hang himself.

Never got a chance to ask him.

You here to arrest me?

Not today.

Good, because I got work to do.

See, these boys are still alive.

It's my job to keep it that way.

Dear Mom and Dad, we're almost finished here. I can't tell you how much this

opportunity means to me.

Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be on the Special Forces just like Dad

was. Our talks about his experience as a POW in Vietnam prepared me for what I

had to go through here in training.

And like he always said, the most important survival tool is the mind.

I miss you both very much and look forward to us being together soon.

Your loving son, Scott.

We should have heard something by now. There's been no word from Miss Parker,

word from Mr. Lyle, no answer on their cell phones. Sid, I'm getting kind of

freaked here. I'm concerned as well. You think their disappearance has something

to do with Jared? All those military manuals we found in his lair, don't they

all have a survival component?

Yeah. I'm going to send another sweeper team to Texas immediately.

Brutes, dig deeper into that shipping manifest and all the other items we

Okay, I want it like a cheap suit.

Some POWs return from the brutality and isolation of prison camp intact.

Others as mere shadows of the man they once were.

They seem haunted.

You're right.

Study these men, Jared.

Help us understand why some survive and some shatter.

I found Captain Saunders and the rest of Chief Ryan's unit, sort of.

Where? Well, they finished the POW phase of their training and headed out to the

south range for some kind of initiation.

Initiation? Yeah. They could be anywhere in this 50 -square -mile area.

Well, I guess I better bring my canteen.

Nothing personal.

But you'll never find them.

They are experts. They just go out there and disappear.

You've earned it, soldier.

Take a hit.

Ready? I'm ready, sir.

You did it, man. You did it. You're in there.

A weenie roast.

How the hell did you find a CID?

I followed your tracks.

We don't leave tracks, Steven. Well, call them what you will, but there was a

pressure indentation by the creek bed.

The stone was kicked over by the outcropping, and someone with a size 11

boot has a crack in their heel.

Sending up a flare would have been less conspicuous.

You know, I'd be careful who the hell you're sneaking up on, CID.

And I'd be careful about violating regulations.

This is tradition, and it's voluntary.

Right, Seeley?

Yes, sir.

Demolitions man.

Yes, sir. You don't find that very often in survival training. We all come from

different disciplines.

I was a medical officer, counterintelligence.

Ryan was logistics.

Duvall here took his place.

And Walker's our weapons expert. Different disciplines, one mind, body,

soul. We're trained to become a team.

So you all knew Scott Ryan pretty well.

When your training's about survival, it's as important to get to know your

friends as it is to get to know your enemies.

Your life depends on it, sir.

A whole lot of good that did Scott Ryan.

Yeah, well, Scott had his own problems.

What kind?

Personal. In fact, I sensed he was falling apart.

There were times I even covered for him during training.

Look, I wanted Ryan to make it.

We all wanted Ryan to make it.

And I guess I should have gone to the colonel, but I was afraid he'd kick Ryan

out.

Maybe if I had, he'd still be alive.

Well, like you said,

it's as important to know your friends as it is to know your enemies.

We'll need fluids or we'll be hydrated.

The chief will kill me before then. When it comes to survival, Jared doesn't

know the first thing about me.

Too bad you quit smoking.

Give it up, Danny Boone.

Burger? I bet it's getting pretty cold in there. I hope you two are getting

along okay. You know what they say, when opposite polarities come together,

things can get hot pretty quickly. Oh, in case anybody's interested, there's a

tube of ambasol in there somewhere.

Searching for it can keep you warm.

No.

Matches for fire would keep me warm.

Shut up and find the ambasol.

I need

duct tape.

Perfect.

I'm going to hand it to Jared.

I'd say duct tape is the best thing to have in a survival situation.

Very clever.

But he's not as clever or smart as he thinks he is.

Sheep people are.

What are you doing here so late? I was going over files in Colonel Dance's

office. After midnight?

Well, I guess you didn't get the memo on the Colonel's new open -door policy.

You do like the ruffled feathers, don't you?

Now hop in. I'll give you a ride home.

Get out of the car. Get out of the car!

Taking a stroll down memory lane, Seeley? Scared me, Stevens.

Well, there's a lot of that going around tonight.

Somebody tried to blow up me and Lieutenant Kimbrell.

Somebody who knows their way around a firecracker.

It wasn't me.

If it had have been, they'd be mopping you up about now.

I see.

So, you having trouble sleeping?

I just thought I'd take a walk.

To the place where Chief Ryan died.

Interesting.

You can still hear him, can't you?

It screams.

It's a pain.

I was here when it happened.

It was the last night in the hall. I was down there howling and screaming all

night, calling out Captain Saunders' name and yelling all kinds of crazy

It was horrible listening

to him the whole night.

Then around daybreak, I just stopped.

I thought he'd passed out. So Sergeant Reed opened the door, and we saw him.

Hanging from the ceiling.

He kind of scratched himself all up. He was like something out of a horror

movie.

I don't know who or what caused him to slip out like that. I swear I don't.

Why didn't you get him out?

I wanted to. We all did. But we were ordered not to.

Captain Saunders. And Sergeant Reed. They said if we pulled Ryan out, he'd be

kicked out of training.

So they just left him down there to die.

It's not like they knew he'd kill himself.

How could anyone know?

It hasn't been easy trying to put the murders out of my mind.

Looks like you've done a pretty good job.

I met Sue at the University of Virginia.

She was part of an exchange program with her sister, Cindy.

One night I stopped by their apartment and the door was open. So I went on in

and found them.

What was left of them in the bedroom.

I was a suspect at first.

Then the police found a roll of duct tape in the trunk of Cindy's ex

-boyfriend's car.

The same tape that had been used on both sisters.

Or maybe someone planted...

The duct tape on an innocent man. You know, to survive.

Don't you see what Jared's trying to do? Whether it's in this trap or at the

center, he's trying to keep us from trusting each other.

You've got to trust me, Parker.

It's a must for our survival.

What's that?

Parker?

Parker.

You think of everything, don't you, Jared?

What's the watch about?

Survival.

Sidney! Sidney!

That sweeper team you sent to Texas?

They didn't find them, but they interviewed some bum who had taken Miss

and Mr. Lyle to a shipping container where Jared had been living. The

container, was it still there?

Oh, no, it's gone. I can't find it.

All anyone seems to know is that it's heading east.

Along with Parker and Lyle? Oh, that's all.

For ten bucks, the bum told the sweepers that Jared had turned the container

into a kind of a POW camp and that he was the prisoner.

Survival.

I sifted through everything from Jared's flare. Most of it is used in training

at military, POW, and survival units across the country. Jared may have been

one of these facilities.

Or still may be.

I've evaluated the data, Sidney.

And what have you determined?

It's not necessarily the prisoner who suffered the most physically or were

in captivity the longest who experienced the most significant trauma.

Then what is the critical factor to their survival?

Their minds, Sidney.

Their will to survive.

If the captor removes their hope, their ability to understand their fears and

overcome them, the prisoner loses his grip on reality, self -destructs.

Lucy! We've got some explaining to do.

I saw that on a rerun. This isn't what it looks like. I hope not.

Because it sure doesn't look very good to my friend over here.

I came here to look in Chief Ryan's file.

I can't just sit back and hope this all goes away.

I have to find out what really happened to Scott.

You don't believe that it was just a suicide either, do you?

I don't know what to believe.

All I know is Scott's family deserves the truth.

And if that means risking my commission to get it to him, then so be it. What

you're risking is your life.

That bomb in your car wasn't meant for me.

Why don't you tell me about Captain Saunders?

I see the way he looks at you.

Well, no one's around.

He's touched me inappropriately.

How long has this been going on?

A few months.

First, it was just comments.

Suggestions. You get used to that kind of crap when you're a female in the

military. You just learn to ignore it and hope it stops.

But it didn't.

No. And you told Scott about it.

I made him promise not to tell anyone.

What happened?

About a week before Scott's death, I went off base to meet some friends for

dinner.

Captain Saunders was there, Chief Ryan and the rest of the unit.

Captain Saunders kept staring at me to the point that it was scaring me.

So I got up and left.

I just wanted to get out of there and go home.

Captain Saunders grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I tried to fight him. I was

yelling at him to let go of me.

But he wouldn't stop.

I was so scared.

He was trying to push me into the car.

Then all of a sudden, someone pulled him off of me.

Scott Ryan.

He told Captain Saunders he was going to report him. They argued.

Captain Saunders told Scott he'd forgotten the first rule.

That the unit always comes first.

He said it wasn't over between them.

That he'd make sure Scott learned his lesson.

When Scott committed suicide, I felt responsible.

Scott did commit suicide, but it wasn't by choice.

I don't understand.

His psychological profile showed no signs of instability.

Prisoner of war training is tough, but Scott knew he only had to endure one

night. Then what could have made him go out of his mind? Something I found in

his mind.

You're saying he was given something to make him go crazy?

That's what he was trying to tell us. He wasn't mutilating himself.

He was writing a word.

Scott knew he was drugged.

He was attempting to tell us who did it and how.

That seems so impossible.

Ryan knew that Saunders was involved in a secret research project to develop

drugs to interrogate prisoners of war.

The name of that project was... Abyss.

Scott knew he was given the Abyss drug. As he became more psychotic and

disoriented, he attempted to tell us.

So what are you going to do about it?

I'm going to give Captain Saunders a little taste of his own medicine.

It's okay to drink now.

Trust me.

Tick -tock.

Jared wanted you to find that watch.

He knew it meant something to you.

It was my... Our... Mother's.

She won it in a swim competition when she was little, and Daddy gave it to me

for my 12th birthday.

I used to use it to time myself treading water when we would go to the lake.

And this one particular morning, it was early, I took the skip out alone, and I

went way out into the middle.

I started taking on water, and before I could make it back, it sank.

And I tried to swim, but it was so far.

All I could do was tread water and hope someone would find me.

My legs were cramping and my arms were aching. It was terrifying.

Every time I wanted to give in and to surrender to the pain, to let myself

think, I would hear the ticking of this watch.

And it was like Mother's voice whispering to me to fight for my life,

to survive.

Eventually, Daddy came and rescued me, but it was this watch that saved my

We lost it a long time ago.

Looks like somebody found it.

What now?

Sid! Sid!

I found it. I found the container.

And you're not going to believe where.

Parker! Miss Parker!

Bruce!

Bruce, you lovable moron! Is that you?

Yeah, I guess. Open the door!

Jared shipped us back to the center.

Ironic, isn't it? It's a regular junior jumble.

When I catch him, I'm going to kill him.

Well, you may get your chance. We tracked him to an army survival camp.

Where? Oh, it's in Texas.

Right next to the container yard where you started.

Welcome back, ladies.

Sorry to ruin your R &R, but we have new orders to move up your three -day

survival solo into the wilderness.

You'll be assigned separate quadrants. Your mission is to escape and evade for

the next 72 hours. All that you need and all that you are getting is in your

gear, which you can pick up at the table. Make me proud! Let's go!

Wake up, Saunders.

Wake up!

What's happening?

I bet Scott Ryan asked himself the same question.

Who's in here? Just demons in your mind.

And victims from your past.

What's the matter, Saunders? Feeling a little crazy?

You look scared.

Scared to death?

This is going to cost you your commission.

Well, it can't really cost me my commission because I don't really have

truth is, my name's not Steven. I'm not even in the army.

What have you done to me? The same thing you did to Scott Ryan.

Ryan hung himself.

He couldn't cope. I told you that. Because of the hallucinogens you put in

MRE. Drugs you designed to increase his feelings of fear and terror.

This is crazy!

Almost as crazy as Scott Ryan must have felt when he left him in the hall all

night. As the drug took control of his mind, he had two options.

Either go crazy or kill himself.

No! No! If you knew that he was going to report you for the sexual harassment of

Lieutenant Kimbrell, you would have been court -martialed.

Lost your precious career.

You can't prove anything.

You can't prove anything.

That's why I've whipped up my own little special batch of...

Abyss.

As you know, it starts up slowly and then it builds, getting stronger with

wave until your mind slowly slips into insanity.

I should be kicking in pretty well right now. Your eyes playing tricks on you.

Skin crawling. Your mind losing its grip.

Oh, uh, the key to your handcuffs.

You should have your hands free in case you want to manipulate yourself.

Well, gotta go now.

Have fun in your own private little... hell.

Oh, one more thing.

Ryan's belt. Just in case you would want to, uh, ding around.

Have fun.

Oh, wait!

Wait, don't leave me in here!

Wait! Don't leave!

Let me out!

How long should we leave him in there?

The drugs should wear off in a couple of hours.

After that, he'll just weep.

The

colonel

assures me Saunders will get everything he deserves.

20 to life at Leavenworth minimum.

And Ryan's family will get a full apology and disclosure of what happened.

From Colonel Dance personally.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

And I have a feeling those bars of yours won't be long in coming.

You know, I don't know your rank, Jared, but I am honored to call you sir.

Thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to practice some of those escape and

skills I've learned here.

Aside from the chip molar, it sounds like you survived.

No thanks to you.

Well, actually, everything you needed was there all along. All you had to do

open your eyes and see.

What exactly was it I was supposed to be?

That survival comes down to knowing the difference between your friends and your

enemies. I suppose you're trying to tell me that Lyle is my enemy and you're my

friend. Maybe.

And you have to be willing to do whatever it takes to survive.

short bet that Lyle will.