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I'm alone now.

I'm cut off.

Nowhere to run.

I had to do this.

I had to try.

I'm afraid it's all going to end

and end quietly.

I'm afraid I'm never going to get out

of the wilderness here.

I'm afraid I've failed.

They're after me. Send help.

After I got this message, I kept trying

to call her back.

Then I called the sheriff.

But after her message--

you don't know who to trust.

Dr. Shaw.

I was worried about you speeding like that.

Something were to happen to you, why,

we'd be up a creek.

Sorry.

I've got an emergency appendectomy

on the mainland.

Ahh.

Now what's in the back?

Since Jessie was a child,

the more in need someone was,

the more she wanted to help.

First, it was that E.R. in Chicago.

Then doctors without borders in East Africa.

Kabul, Kosovo.

Mrs. Shaw, I've got to be honest with you.

We've never worked in that part of the world.

Now, I don't know what Detective Simms told you

about the way we operate, but--

He said you were the best,

and he said that if it were his child,

you'd be the only people he'd trust to help.

What do we have here?

Hank Benson.

Yeah, I thought I'd take the body to county

while I was there, get the autopsy started.

I don't think the company's gonna like that very much.

They keep trying to tell me she's lost.

Jessica's not lost.

I know my daughter.

She can handle herself.

Let's go!

Aah!

Get down there. I want bodies, both of them.

Agrius Industries?

$16.2 billion in sales last year.

Industrial hardware, agriculture, biotech,

and apparently a small mining operation

in Tanarak, Alaska.

About three hours after Jessica's voice mail,

the company made an announcement

that they were going to be doing a heavy blasting

around the mines and restricting access to the island.

So you think they're keeping people away

while they hunt for her?

That's the way I read it.

So why would a big company like that

mess around with a small-time country doctor?

Well, Jessica's mother said that the company reps

have been hassling her about the death of a mine foreman.

Something about trying to prevent an autopsy.

Autopsy? Was he murdered?

You know, that's what's strange.

I looked into it.

The guy actually did die of a heart attack.

No foul play whatsoever suggested.

That's weird. Yeah.

Okay, the island.

400 square miles,

Mostly forest surrounding the mine.

One access road to the mainland here,

which they've closed, so we're gonna have to build you

an official cover to get you through,

which is going to be very difficult since we don't

have any friends like that up there.

He's on it.

What can I say? He likes your desk.

Look, I don't know how he does what he does

and I don't give a damn,

but up there in Alaska, it's completely insulate.

You're not from there, you can't get in.

You don't think he can do it?

No, no. I really don't.

I'll tell you what.

Just stay here, work the corporate angle.

It's a big company, somebody has to know something

and how we can stop it.

Paul Woodruff.

Who is Paul Woodruff?

Alaska Bureau of Land and Mine Development.

Guy's been on leave for a couple of months,

So you're him for the next 48 hours. Enjoy.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I.D. and paperwork will be in the car

waiting for you when you land.

Well, I got a plane to catch.

You two let me know what you find.

Later, dude.

Don't you want to know how I did it?

No. No?

Maybe.

Hey!

You remember what I said about that place.

They don't like strangers, so don't go up there

screwing around or nothing.

Just blend in and keep a low profile.

Hey... it's me.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ just wait in line ♪

♪ you'll be just fine ♪

♪ and maybe one day you'll be where we are ♪

♪ ♪

Can I help you, sir?

Oh, thank God you speak English.

I've been driving so long, I figured I should

be halfway to Moscow by now.

Was that a joke?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

Paul Woodruff, Bureau of Land and Mine Management.

I heard you had some heavy blasting

going on down at the mine, shut the island down.

Yes, sir, until the wind blows out the dust and debris.

Right, well, unfortunately someone forgot

to tell my office about that, so would it be possible

to get some of this out of the way for me?

You just wait right there.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I got a guy down here.

His name's Paul Woodruff.

The Bureau of Land and Mine Management.

He wants to drive onto the island.

He's here now?

Yeah.

Damn. All right.

Have big Mike take him in. Okay, yeah.

Got it.

I'm gonna have to provide you

with an escort onto the island.

Great. Who am I following?

You're going to be driven to the site directly.

We wouldn't want to scratch up

this nice new Camaro of yours.

♪ Human Target 1x10 ♪ color=#FFFF00>Tanarak Original Air Date on March 31, 2010

We stopping for any particular reason?

Unit one, come in.

Go ahead.

Got eyes on a smoke column

about 800 yards east of our position.

Copy that. Get out there and report back.

Oh, you're looking for somebody.

I thought the island was evacuated.

Lost touch with a surveyor yesterday.

Need me to file a report?

Sit in the car, don't go anywhere,

don't touch anything.

I'll be back.

What are you using that for?

Bears.

What are you, like, 6'3", 220?

You train? Martial arts, anything like that?

Wing Chun. Black belt.

I bet you're pretty good at it.

You don't want to find out. Trust me.

Hi. I'm Christopher Chance.

Your mom sent me.

My mom? Yeah.

You're not one of them?

Would we still be talking if I were?

So what was in the syringe?

Morphine.

Interesting.

Next time, you might just want to leave it empty.

Air bubble in the jugular is lethal in seconds.

I think I know what putting an air bubble

in the jugular does.

I went to school for quite some time

to learn how not to do it.

So what are you, a cop?

Not exactly.

Well, not at all, really.

Your mom hired me to get you off the island.

Oh, I see.

You're a mercenary.

There's a truck up by the side of the road

with the keys still in the ignition.

If you want to get to it while it can still do us some good,

I suggest that we get moving.

Any idea why they're after you?

Hank Benson.

Your patient, the guy who died?

Yeah, he was a mine foreman.

Last time I came through Tanarak,

he complained of labored breathing

and some rash he couldn't explain,

so I diagnosed it as allergies

and gave him an antihistamine.

Then, last week, I get a call.

Hank had dropped dead of a pulmonary embolism.

Doesn't sound right. Really doesn't.

Made no sense based on what he presented to me

when I first examined him.

So I scheduled an autopsy with the mainland.

24 hours later, company men show up

telling me they want Agrius to handle the autopsy.

Why didn't you let them?

A man had died in my care.

A man with a wife,

three children...

and I couldn't explain to them what happened.

I don't get to just walk away from that.

I owed it to them.

When the company kept pressuring me really hard,

it became pretty clear that whatever Hank had died of,

they didn't want it coming to light.

I couldn't let that happen.

I guess that sounds ridiculous.

Not really.

A mercenary with a heart of gold?

I prefer death-retardant specialist.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I just want to get out of here.

You never explained how you got into town.

Don't they have the roads blocked off?

They sent me in with an escort.

What happened to him?

All right, whoever he is, he's good.

Tracks head this way towards this small trail.

Last radio communication

was ten minutes ago.

That gives him quite a head start.

Top speed's a couple miles per hour.

All right, I want Cahill's team from the South.

Thompson's from the East.

Let's tighten the noose.

All right, Winston,

I got into the company's phone records.

All the calls in and out of Agrius industry headquarters

for, like, the past seven days.

We're gonna go sing Happy Birthday to Janis.

There's cake too.

Sweet. Thanks, man.

All right, at any rate, 12 hours ago,

a call came in from Tanarak Island, Alaska,

to Jason Banneker.

You know who that is, dude? That's the Agrius CEO.

So this thing goes to the top?

Yep.

Okay, after they hung up, who did the CEO call?

Banneker placed two outgoing calls.

First went to his attorney.

Well, that makes sense. Second?

Second one went to an internal number at Agrius.

That's weird.

What?

Second one went to the head of research and development.

A guy named Dr. David Patel.

You got a problem in a mining town

in nowhere, Alaska.

Why the hell would you call some egghead in R&D?

That's a good question.

Probably worth asking the egghead directly.

Nah, them guys never talk. Agrius owns them.

Quitter.

I don't give up so easily, dude.

I'll take care of Dr. Patel.

Listen, I gotta run.

I'll see you later.

Hey.

Hey, thanks, man.

Hey, do you actually work here?

No.

You know they're never gonna let you through the roadblocks.

Is there a plan for that?

Yes, there is.

drive down to the marina, borrow a fishing boat,

and sort this out on the mainland.

I don't mean to sound unappreciative,

but is there any way that plan works

without anyone else getting killed?

Ideally.

I've worked in Afghanistan and--and Rwanda

and I've seen a lot of people killed

and I'm a physician and I just would prefer

it not be on my behalf.

Let's go. Now.

But I thought the truck--

Truck's no longer an option. Come on.

There they are.

Stay here.

When I fire, head that way.

But it's a dead end.

Trust me.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh!

Oh!

Okay, so we just-- we just make them think

that we jumped.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay, how?

By jumping.

What? Are you insane?

We're never gonna make that!

No, I mean, probably. Definitely.

There they are!

On the count of three.

One... Oh, God.

Isn't that what got me in trouble in the first place?

What got you in trouble is you never

had a Masai Warrior Chief teach you

how to build a smokeless fire.

And you have?

Dry twigs, no air underneath the tender.

It's a little more art than science,

but once you get the--

the hang of it--

You should take off yours too.

The dock is six to seven miles from here,

and wet clothes in this temperature--

we're gonna face hypothermia halfway there.

Okay.

Shouldn't take long to dry those things out.

In the meantime, better make sure we keep

our core temperature from going down too fast.

Yeah, we should take advantage

of whatever we have available.

Our body heat.

Yeah. Yeah. That's what I was gonna--

Yeah.

I just want you to understand that it's--

Oh, yeah, completely practical.

I agree.

Hey, dude. Mission accomplished.

You called. You said you had the guy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Where's the guy?

What is wrong with you?

What?

Tried asking him nicely.

Can I ask you a question?

Please.

Rwanda, Afghanistan, Alaska.

What's your story?

Well, there's a lot of doctors in San Francisco.

The places I've been, you're lucky

if the hospitals have four walls, let alone doctors.

Do I feel like I'm pushing the same boulder

up the same hill?

Some days.

But I'm making a difference.

What else?

That isn't enough?

Well, I've just met a lot of docs

in a world tour of hot spots, but I haven't met one

who seemed like they're trying to get lost

or leave something behind.

I doubt you're the first.

I swore an oath to help people who needed it.

Without any regards to what I was getting out of it.

I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that.

Someone like me?

I've known a lot of mercenaries from my world tour,

and I haven't met one yet who wouldn't sell out

whatever cause he was fighting for

if the price was right.

Somehow I doubt you're the first.

We should probably get going.

Yeah.

Here you go, doctor.

Sorry about, you know, him.

Are you going to kill me?

No.

Then what's he doing with my phone?

Dr. Patel, I'm gonna need to ask you a few questions.

A week ago, you were on a phone call

with the CEO of Agrius Industries.

I need to know what that phone call was about.

I can't talk about that.

I've got non-disclosures,

a confidentiality agreement--

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hey, hey. Come on, man.

A mine foreman died a few days ago

in Tanarak, Alaska.

Not a cave-in. Not a mishap.

Not an accident. Not foul play.

Now, ever since then, Agrius Industries

has been doing everything in its power

to make sure the cause of this man's death

is kept a secret, including trying to kill his doctor.

Now I believe the phone call you were on

is connected to that in some way,

and I need to know how.

Five or six years ago...

Agrius patented a chemical called propalyde.

What is it?

It's a ticking time bomb.

Sector five is clear.

Get on to the harbor.

No boat leaves the island without my okay.

Copy that.

Let's see if I can get ahold of my partner.

A cell phone's not gonna work.

The towers are down.

We'll go straight to the satellite. How?

Dial 415-555-0112.

On Star dialing now.

Please hold.

Where the hell are you?

we're on our way to the harbor. I've got Jessica.

Well, that's good.

What's the problem?

I don't know if you're gonna

be able to get out.

What are you talking about?

When Jessica tried to leave with that body,

it set off all kinds of alarms at Agrius

about something called propalyde.

Propalyde?

Yeah, it's an industrial solvent.

It's got a lot of uses,

including mining,

and it's a hell of a lot more toxic

than anyone cares to admit.

That's what killed Hank.

Well, if it is,

his death could be the first in what could amount

to a billion-dollar tort against Agrius.

They gotta contain it.

They gotta erase any evidence

that it was on the island before it gets out.

But right now, I'm the only evidence that's left.

What if we got other proof?

Evidence that her patient was exposed to this chemical?

Like what?

Soil samples from the mine. Proves he had exposure.

That plus the doctor who treated him

could tell a pretty convincing story.

Will it be enough?

It's gonna have to be.

If we get to the boat and off the island...

This doesn't end, does it?

You know enough to be dangerous,

but not enough to stop them.

If you can keep pushing, other dominoes will fall.

They can't contain this and they know it,

and they're never gonna stop coming after you

unless we stay.

We get the proof we need to expose their cover-up.

These people have done enough.

I want to see this end... For good.

Winston?

There's an airfield near the mine.

who do we know that can get a plane to the ground

within four hours?

Four hours' notice to get you out of a hot zone

with a professional kill squad shooting at you?

Nobody you'd want to--

What about that guy from Seattle, Fred something?

Frank. Deceased.

Harris from Calgary?

Also deceased.

What about that flight instructor from Coeur d'Alene?

The one with the glass eye?

Yeah.

He's too far away

And, you know, dead.

Maybe I could-- You know what?

You be at that airstrip in four hours.

I'll figure something out.

Okay. Check the desk. Look for work schedules

call logs, anything that might have Hank's name on it.

How do we know they haven't destroyed

everything that has his name on it?

We don't.

Oh! What?

What? I'm starving.

Mm. Oh, work schedule.

Hank Benson. Shaft 183.

Okay.

183. It's on the eastern slope.

Come on, doctor.

No lab work? No tissue samples?

Not even a damn memo?

Look, I'm telling you,

The records of our propalyde testing

were just cleared out of our offices.

I was told it was to arrange for safe storage.

But who knows where it went?

There is nothing that can document any of this.

Listen to me.

If we don't get something that proves

the company knew about propalyde,

we're never going to be able to get the kind of leverage

we're going to need over them.

This number appears in your call logs

four times over the last seven days.

There's no name. Who is it?

Tell me the truth.

His name is Jon Taggart.

That's what I figured.

Who is Jon Taggart?

He's a fixer. Corporate espionage.

Evidence scrubber.

Agrius definitely hired this guy to make

the evidence go away on propalyde.

So what did he say to you

when he talked to you last?

"keep your mouth shut. You signed an nda."

Blah, blah, blah.

That sort of thing? Am I close?

Yeah, that's exactly what he said.

Yeah.

You know this person?

Yeah, he's kind of a shark.

No real code. A real sleazebag.

I'm sorry.

You say he's a real sleazebag?

Yeah.

Oh, got you.

But if we can get to him,

he'll have the evidence we need.

Any idea what this propalyde stuff looks like?

No.

All we know is that it killed your patient?

Pretty much.

Should we be worried about that?

Well, Hank was exposed to high doses

Over a month or two.

We'll be fine.

Not sure I believe you, but I do like your style.

Is this how it really works?

Shovel a crime into a deep, dark hole,

Hope nobody finds out about it?

Happens more than you think.

Here.

This wood is new.

Whoever closed it was in a hurry.

Obviously they beat us here.

I don't understand.

Why didn't she try to make it off the island?

Why'd she come here?

She's looking for proof.

Mine shaft 183, we finish pre-rigging it to blow?

Yeah. Good.

Send howe and Stanton to the entrance.

Make sure no one gets out.

Let's put an end to this.

If this is it,

They didn't do a very good job of hiding it.

Maybe they're not done.

All right. We've gotta get out of here.

We've gotta get to that airfield.

What is that?

That's a pre-blast warning.

But the exit's that way. Not anymore.

Are you okay?

I think so.

I don't suppose you know your way around here, do you?

Maybe there's some loose rocks we could move.

Oh, God.

What?

I--

Something just got lodged in there.

You think?

All right, sit down. Now.

Ah! Sorry.

Just wait a second.

We're gonna have to pull this one out.

Oh, it's not that bad, is it?

It'll just work itself out.

What is this? Is this bullet wounds?

Yeah.

This one looks like barbed wire.

No.

No, wait. Yes.

Sarajevo.

I--I don't even know what this one is.

Oh, that's a Masai Ngulu blade.

Seriously?

In Chicago, um, I had a patient named Jose Ortega.

Acute liver failure.

I knew how to treat him,

But the hospital and the HMO,

They kept pushing me to find a cheaper way out.

I was the only one standing

between him and them.

And you caved.

I let myself be talked into it.

I believed them when they said

they wanted what was best for him.

I swore from then on I would never walk away

from somebody I had to protect...

no matter the cost.

Ngulu blade's a lot easier to get over.

How would you know?

'cause I've been there too.

Sorry.

For what?

mm!

Thank you.

You hear that?

That hissing?

Yeah.

Explosion must have...

severed one of the vent pipes.

What's it venting?

Good question.

Must be carbon monoxide. It's collecting up here.

There's no other way out.

Not yet.

Whoa. Hey, Taggart.

Been a while.

What?

Oh, yeah. I get it.

I mean, I could be recording this, right?

If I were you, I wouldn't say a word either.

So here's the deal.

I know you're working with Agrius.

You're scrubbing evidence over this whole propalyde mess.

And I also know, dude, even if you destroyed it all,

you kept one folder for yourself.

The one with the really good stuff in it.

The one that guarantees you get paid on time,

they never mess with you.

Problem is this.

This company's going down, bro.

I think we both know there's no reason for you

to be anywhere near it when it does.

Don't you think?

Oh.

What's in it for you?

Dude...

How about doing the right thing?

How about just the satisfaction of knowing

you helped a really good person out of a rotten situation?

dude, I'm messing with you.

I know where you live and you know it.

Tom's Diner. 19th and Pine.

Just leave the folder in the back booth by the can.

All right?

Tell your wife I said hi.

See you, Taggart.

What are you doing?

Carrying an acetylene tank.

I realize that. Where?

Map says there's a tie-in to another mine shaft.

It's marked "sealed off."

Okay, but it's still wall.

If we're lucky, not for long.

Come on.

Get down.

What the hell was that?

Sounded like a secondary explosion.

Give me the map.

What are you looking for?

How I'd get out if I were him.

Here.

I need eyes on shaft 192, primary and secondary exits.

Go! Go!

No. No. Not another cliff.

It's just a little one. Come on.

No. Ooh!

See? It's not so bad.

Ah!

Take the wheel.

Get down!

Chance, the other side!

Come on. We're going.

Going? Going where?

Aah!

Who the hell are you?

Aw, that doesn't matter.

I know who you are, though.

You're Jason Banneker, CEO of Agrius Industries.

It says it in this too.

Where'd you get these?

Well, I hate to ruin the surprise.

It's all gonna come out at your trial.

Come on, Jason.

You knew what happened to that miner.

You knew propalyde was toxic and then you hid it.

So here's how it's gonna go for you and Agrius.

You're gonna get raked over the coals.

Your stock price is going right in the crapper.

Fines.

Payout to Hank Benson's family

is gonna make your head swim and then you

are gonna have a nice extended stay

at Eglin Minimum Security Prison.

That's pretty much set in stone

as far as you're concerned, believe that.

And if you're lucky...

well, that'll be the end.

Get on with it.

I can make sure you go away

for conspiracy to murder Jessica Shaw.

Only it won't be at federal summer camp.

It'll be at Lompoc.

You know, for real prison.

Two to a cell. Ten to a shower.

Trust me.

You wouldn't do well there at all.

What exactly is it you want?

Couple things.

One...

Nobody messes with Jessica Shaw.

Not during the propalyde trial.

Not... ever.

And two, you take out your checkbook

and write a check out to me for whatever's in it.

Now you do that

and the murder will just stay in my pocket.

But you mess around...

bye, Jason.

So who do I make this out to?

Hey!

Hey, do you mind?

What are you doing?

You know, I don't know if you noticed it,

but I'm working here.

I'm trying to clean up another one of your messy...

tracks.

Hey, you want to take Carmine for a walk?

No.

Neither do I, so this is how

he gets his exercise.

Lucky dog.

Hmm.

I'll just, um...

be in my office.

Did I interrupt?

No, no, no.

He's just always grumpy like that.

So what's up?

I was just in the area.

Went to see my mother.

How is she?

Grateful.

Very grateful.

As am I.

So where you winging off to next?

What makes you think I'm not sticking around?

Well, you don't really strike me as a purse-carrying

kind of woman, but you're carrying a purse.

Band-aid on your arm says you probably just got a vaccination.

I'm guessing yellow fever.

Comfortable clothes, travel shoes.

Your mom told me.

Thanks again.

If you're ever in Dakar,

just give me a shout.

Hey, there's a great French Bistro

on Medina Street.

Well, it's worth checking out.

Maybe I will.

Oh, one more thing.

A little something from Agrius Industries.

What's this for?

That's some travel money...

so you can keep pushing your boulder uphill.

Thank you.

Carmine!

Good boy.