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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 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.