All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S01 E10 - Tanarak (720p - BluRay)

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 gonna
get out of the wilderness here.

I'm afraid I 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.

I'm sorry. I've got an emergency
appendectomy on the mainland.

Uh-huh.

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 ER in Chicago.

Then Doctors Without
Borders in East Africa.

Kabul, Kosovo.

Mrs. Shaw, we've never
worked in that part of the world.

I don't know what Detective Simms
told you about the way we operate, but...

He said you were the best.

And he said if it were his child,
you'd be the people he'd trust to help.

Who do we have here?

Hank Benson.

Yeah. 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.

Get down there. I want
bodies. Both of them.

Agrius Industries?

Sixteen-point-two
billion in sales last year.

Industrial hardware,
agriculture, biotech...

and, apparently, a small mining
operation in Tanarak, Alaska.

Three hours after Jessica's voicemail,
the company made an announcement...

that they were doing heavy
blasting around the mines...

- restricting access to the island.
- Keeping people away...

- while they hunt her?
- That's the way I read it.

Why would a big company mess
with a small-time country doctor?

Jessica's mother said the
company had 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.

We're gonna build you an
official cover to get you through...

which is going to be difficult since
we don't have 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 insular.
You're not from there, you can't get in.

- You don't think he can do it?
- No. No. I really don't.

Just stay here, work
the corporate angle.

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 a couple of
months, so you're him for 48 hours.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

ID 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 wanna 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. Blend in, keep a low profile.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah.

- 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.

Woodruff. Bureau of Land
and Mine Management.

Heard you had heavy blasting
going on, shut the island down?

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

Right. Someone forgot
to tell my office about that.

So would it be possible to get
some of this out of the way for me?

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.

- 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.

You wouldn't wanna scratch up
this nice new Camaro of yours.

We stopping for any
particular reason?

Unit 1, come in.

Go ahead.

Got eyes on a smoke column
800 yards east of our position.

Copy that. Get out
there and report back.

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, 6'3", 220? You
train? Martial arts, anything like that?

Wing Chun. Black belt.

- Bet you're pretty good at it.
- You don't wanna find out. Trust me.

Hi, I'm Christopher
Chance. Your mom sent me.

My mom? 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 wanna 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 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 the road
with the keys still in the ignition.

If you wanna get to it while it can still
do us good, I suggest 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,
some rash he couldn't explain.

So I diagnosed it as allergies.
I gave him 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 when I examined him.

So I scheduled an
autopsy at the mainland.

Twenty-four 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 hard...

it became 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 wanna 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 toward the smoke trail.
- Last radio communication...

was 10 minutes ago. That
gives them quite a head start.

Top speed is 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.

Winston, I got into the
company's phone records.

All the calls of Agrius headquarters
throughout the past seven days...

Hey. We're gonna sing "Happy
Birthday" to Janice. There's cake.

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?
That's the Agrius CEO.

- So this thing goes to the top.
- Yep.

Okay. After they hung
up, who'd 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.

- Well, that's weird.
- What?

The 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 call some egghead in R & D?
- That's a good question.

- Probably worth asking the egghead.
- 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.

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
boat, and sort this out on the mainland.

I don't mean to sound unappreciative,
but any way that plan works...

- without anyone else getting killed?
- Ideally.

I've worked in
Afghanistan 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.

Okay. So we just make
them think that we jumped?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Okay, how?

By jumping.

Are you insane? We're
never gonna make that.

No. Well, maybe.
Probably. Definitely.

There they are.

- On count of three. One...
- Oh, God.

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

You never had a Masai warrior chief
teach you how to build a smokeless fire.

And you have?

Dry twigs, no air
underneath the tinder.

It's a little more art than
science, but once you get...

the hang of it.
- You should take off yours too.

The dock is six to seven miles from here.
In wet clothes and this temperature...

we're gonna face
hypothermia halfway there.

Okay.

Shouldn't take long
to dry those things out.

In the meantime, we're gonna 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.

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

- 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?

I've met a lot of docs in the
world tour, but I haven't met one...

who didn't seem 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
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.

I need to know what
that phone call was about.

I can't talk about that.

I've got nondisclosures,
a confidentiality...

Wait, wait, wait.

Hey, hey. Come on, man.

A mine foreman died a few
days ago in Tanarak, Alaska.

Not a cave-in, a mishap,
an accident, foul play.

Now, ever since then, Agrius Industries
has been doing everything in its power...

to make sure the cause
of death is kept a secret...

including trying
to kill his doctor.

I believe the phone call
you were on is connected...

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 5 is clear.

Get on to the harbor. No boat
leaves the island without my okay.

Copy that.

I'll see if I can get a
hold of my partner.

Phone's not gonna
work. Towers are down.

- We'll go to the satellite.
- How?

Dial 415-555-0112.

OnStar 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 get out.

What are you talking about?

When Jessica tried to leave with
that body, it set off 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 lot more toxic...

- than anyone cares to admit.
- That's what killed Hank.

If it is, his death could be
the first in what could amount...

to a billion-dollar tort.
They gotta contain it.

They gotta erase any evidence 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
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 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 enough not to stop them.

You can keep pushing. 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 wanna 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...
- How about that guy from Seattle? Fred.

Frank. Deceased.

- Harris from Calgary?
- Also deceased.

What about that flight
instructor from Couer d'Alene?

- The one with the glass eye?
- Yeah.

He's too far away.

And, you know, dead.

- Maybe I could, um...
- You know what?

You be at that airstrip in four
hours. I'll figure something out.

Okay. Check the desk.

Look for schedules, logs, anything
that might have Hank's name.

How do we know they
haven't destroyed everything?

We don't.

Oh!

What?

What? I'm starving.

Mmm.

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 this.

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 gonna need.

This number appears in your call
log 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.

What'd 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. Real sleazebag.

I'm sorry. You say
he's a real sleazebag?

- Yeah.
- Oh, gotcha.

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 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?

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 gotta get out of
here. We 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?

We need some loose
rocks we can move.

- Oh, God.
- What?

- Something just got lodged in there.
- You think?

All right. Sit down.

Now.

- Ow!
- Sorry.

Just wait a second. We're
gonna have to pull this one out.

Oh, it's not that bad, is
it? It can just work itself out.

What is this? Is
this bullet wounds?

Yeah.

This one looks like barbed wire.

No.

No, wait, yes. Sarajevo.

I don't even know
what this one is.

Oh, that's a Masai Ngulu blade.

Seriously?

In Chicago, I had a
patient named Jose Ortega.

Acute liver failure.

I knew how to treat him,
but the hospital, 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?

Because I've been there too.

- Sorry.
- For what?

Thank you.

You hear that?

The hissing?

Yeah.

The 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.

Yeah.

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.

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.

The problem is this, this
company's going down, bro.

We both know there's no reason
for you to be near it when it does.

Don't you think?

No.

What's in it for you?

Dude...

how about doing the right thing?

How about the satisfaction of
knowing you helped a 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 mineshaft.

It's marked sealed off.

Okay. But it's still a wall.

If we're lucky, not
for long. Come on.

Get down.

- What the hell was that?
- It 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.

See? It's not so bad.

Take the wheel.

Get down.

Chance. The other side.

- Come on, we're going.
- Going? Going where?

Who the hell are you?

Oh, that doesn't matter. I
know who you are, though.

You're Jason Banneker,
CEO of Agrius Industries.

Says it in this too.

- Where'd you get these?
- I hate to ruin the surprise.

It's all gonna come
out at your trial.

Come on. 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 will 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 a
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, then the
murder'll just stay in my pocket.

But you mess around...

bye, Jason.

To 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, but I'm working.

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

tracks.

Hey, you wanna take
Carmine for a walk?

No.

Neither do I. So this is
how he gets his exercise.

Lucky dog.

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 are you
winging off to next?

You think I'm not
sticking around?

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

but you're carrying a purse.

Band-Aid on your arm, probably 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?
- Well, some travel money.

So you can keep pushing
your boulder uphill.

Thank you.

Carmine.

Good boy.