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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 kidnap my wife?
She's a piano teacher.

Terrorists we're chasing aren't humans.

You're one of them. I tore that womb 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.

Stop breathing! Help me!

They took my wife. Or your wife's a
hunter.

Where the hell are they?

Destroyed by self -storage.

Near the farmhouse.

Unit 470.

Again, we're certain the body is
entirely human. From what I can observe,

But I can't perform a full autopsy until
the subject's solid.

You mean Abby.

She's not a fucking 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 a time of death until

autopsy.

So she could have 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 had 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

test results.

Then we wait.

It's been a long day, Flynn. Go home. Be
with Em.

months so what was it like what the war
was it scary

just being like real live terrorists do
you ever kill anyone

no it's just a bunch of camels and shit

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.

Gabby, I'll ride the pine with you.

Flynn.

Garçon, what are you having?

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.

Emma, there's something I... I need to
tell you.

I think of you like my own daughter.

Something's happened.

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.

You made a mistake.

Abby isn't dead. I know she isn't. I was
with her yesterday.

What? Where?

We met at a coffee shop in D .C.

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 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 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 then I'm going to see her.

I can't do that.

I promised her I wouldn't tell you.
Abby, listen to me.

This is very important.

If you're telling me the truth, and
Abby's out there, I need to find her

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

A little 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.

Wherever they're holding him, I hope
they know just what they're dealing

I underestimated his strength.

And mine.

I would have 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 it could be some sort of hybrid.

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.

I gotta go.

Just got this pic from Carol.

Richard Theropin.

Director of Global Asset Management at
the International Monetary Fund.

A hunter with an IMF manager. That's
upping their game. Possible female

that's what he said.

Run Serafin's records, background,
financial, whatever you can get.

Get Carol back on the phone.

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 going to be some lobotomy
experiment.

Well, a crack pipe is not the answer.
Could you be any more full of cliches? I

don't need your stupid machine.

Allison, please. I said I don't need it!

Richard Fairfax, British national, 52
years old.

Passport record for past months, show he
was in Singapore, Sydney, and Colombia

on May 22nd. The day before our team
raided the drug camp. Could be

Or collusion.

Text from Carol, suspect on the move,
west on Day Street, northwest, and a

license plate number.

You and Regan take it, team.

Use caution.

We don't know if Seraphim is hunter or
human. Either way, we need him alive.

Go.

Don't move.

That's the light. Up and down, hands on
the wheel.

Take your hands off me.

Reagan.

Reagan.

I'm fine.

You killed my wife.

No, I am your wife.

Don't be a hero.

I have your gun.

Enough.

Who knows you're here?

You killed her.

And then made yourself look like her.
Flann. 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 f***ing talk to me like that.

Or what?

You'll cry?

Fake some other bullshit?

You are not my Abby.

I'm as real as she was.

It'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.

Here's your boyfriend downstairs.

Your new target?

Who is he?

You have reached the voicemail of
Richard Saracen.

What happened out there?

Driver got lucky.

Got a shot on.

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.

Dangerous combination.

Mr. Serafin, my name is Agent Jackson.

Jackson?

But all Jacksons were singers, all full
players.

You were recently in Columbia.

If Homeland Security or whoever you are
needs to speak with me, you should have

made an appointment with my office.

We're not in the business of scheduling
appointments.

My attorney may beg to differ.

I'll need to speak with him now.

That won't be necessary.

You were with a woman today.

I am often with women. She gave you this
suitcase. Are you aware of its

contents?

Who is she?

Her name's Erica, a girlfriend of mine,
one of several.

She and that bag of money are none of
your damn business. No, it is, if you're

laundering money for terrorists.

Ooh, there it is.

So you have no jurisdiction over me.

If you want to query that, you can take
it out with a white hat. We're going to

need access to whatever account this
money was intended for.

All of my accounts are sealed.

Diplomatic privileges, along with my
communications, I have suffered a

assault at the hands of your goons.

By the time your request to access my
account has been denied, I'll have you

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

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.

Hey,

man.

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 just gum.

You don't even know you're on stress.
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're 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.

Keep that shot.

Let her rip, tiger! Come on!

That's the best you can do?

You have no idea.

Oh, yeah?

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

Prove it.

The day you moved in.

The cake.

What did it say?

Home is where the Harley is.

It was German chocolate.

I baked it for you myself.

How do I know he didn't transfer Abby's
memory 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.

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.

Passers were fast.

Near the canyon, like the back of their
hands, because 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.

Then 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

skinny private from Tucson, telling me
how lucky I was.

The two of us made it out alive.

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

Thinking how you would have reacted.

How the hunters did.

Ran a flyback.

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 was everyone else in my unit.

Reyes.

What did you do to him?

Nothing.

So help me.

I will splatter your gray guts against
that couch and nothing 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 Em 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'd 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 Em.

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 her.

I can hear the feelers.

Feelers, the hunters?

They're brothers' servants, his eyes and
ears. They can sense other hunters.

Through the walls?

Walls don't stop our language.

That won't stop him either.

Give me my gun.

It's 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

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 left when you should have
died.

Do it.

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.

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

Now what?

Do we contain him? No. No, we need to
get it out of him directly. Bank

passwords, whatever we can.

If he's laundering money for the
hunters... Then he's in contact with

leadership. Brother number four.

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 picking this coffee
without my apology.

Is this Erica?

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
members of their species get.

Species?

I don't know what kind of game you're
playing.

This is what you've been sleeping with.
And these things that you've been

laundering money for.

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, emails.

I need all your passwords.

I need them now.

Here, here.

Take my hand.

And in a bizarre turn of events, Richard
Serafin, the director for global asset

management for the International
Monetary Fund, who was reported missing

yesterday, is currently undergoing
medical assessment.

Serafin was picked up by D .C. police
this morning, claiming he'd been taken

prisoner by a secret government
organization and had been sleeping with

sex spy.

Scopalamine in his copy.

Illicit hallucinations, then
confessions, straight from the company

Ellsberg was before your time.

Nixon's finest hour.

I know my U .S. history.

Carol and Abby? She's gone. Again.

With the wind.

He let her escape?

I don't know.

There was blood in the hotel room.

Hunter blood?

Gone before local PD got there.

Spick and span.

Won't be your Watergate.

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

The 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 have been quite a hit. I bounced
back.

You gave yourself the treatment.

The urge is having stopped.

I understand that, but the treatment
makes you vulnerable.

I don't care.

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

hunters. I'm not an animal. Of course
you're not.

And I'm not your pet either.

Or your toy soldier.

Or your experiment.

I care about your safety. Your well
-being. And I've always tried to treat

as if you were one of my... One of my
own.

You're an elder at your temple.

You and your family attend the 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.

Michael 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, Em. 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, Em.

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?

It's anger.

Or... Or bargaining.

There are seven stages.

I better look it up.

Yeah. I need to get this right for her.

I found it. Kubler -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 Felix, you have returned to your
brother.

You found her.

Show me.