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Raymond.

Elsa.

A little early, isn't it?

For a citrus forward Albariño?

Pairs wonderfully with oysters, I'm told.

Oh, okay.

Yes, I would love some coffee.

Sure.

Uh, shoes?

Your leg. What happened?

Oh, I pulled something running.

Two sugars.

Oh, and if you have it,
a splash of oat milk.

If not, regular's fine.

I like what you've done with the place.

It's, uh, very

sparse.

We never did much small talk.
Why start now?

Contract came down the pipe.
We're 36 hours in.

It's already spiraling out of control.

This, uh, contract...

It's gonna float operational
expenses for some time,

so we need our best on it.

Rest of the crew? Location?

All in the brief.

We believe the subject is
en route to the border, and, uh

well...

we can't let her cross.

The whole goddamn company was convinced

Jessica Murdoch beelined it to Mexico.

And the fucking dream team is on the case.

Lands a visual in less than a day.

Yeah, save it for my funeral, Vince.

What are we looking at?

You're looking at Harvey Moyer, age 67.

The evangelical pastor.

Lives in Andover, South Dakota.

South Dakota?
That's quite the drive.

Imagine he made a few stops.

Yeah, according to his phone, he made a few.

Looks like he filled up
on gas for seven minutes.

Uh, should have all security
footage from every stop,

including current location.

Church in the Valley, within the hour.

Church in the Valley. Copy that.

Might want to check
the expiration date on those.

Um, sorry. I was just...

Stealing my soup.

I'm incredibly sorry for trespassing.

Janie's making some breakfast.

Come inside.

Come on, now.

Honey, you can relax.

Thank you.

Sorry about the close quarters.
We don't get a lot of visitors.

Well, it's fine.

This is great.

You been living on the streets?

No. Um...

I'm traveling.

Oh.

Where?

North.

Is that where your fiancé is?

No. Um...

No, he's not.

Well...

there are clean towels in the bathroom

down the hall on the left
if you want to wash up.

I think I'll take you up on that.

Thank you, now.

Hey! If you wanted more food,

I can get you yogurt.

I wasn't aware we had bacon-flavored yogurt.

That was quick.

Yeah, actually, I decided
to skip the shower.

I just want to hit the road.

Well, Frank's out
in the driveway waiting for you.

Figured wherever you're going,
we can get you closer.

That's really nice, but I'm actually, uh...

I'm happy walking.

Please. It'll give him
something to do with his day,

and it'll help me because I get
a little alone time.

So, we headed anywhere in particular

or we just gonna drive north

till we hit the North Pole?

I'm going to Portview.

I never heard of it.

It's on the border.

I like the bell.

I'm glad somebody does.

I usually take it off of her

if I'm not here for any period of time,

but she just calved 24 hours ago.

I can't get anywhere near her.

What happened to your horses?

I beg your pardon?

I saw rat droppings in feed containers,

old halters, blankets.

Sounds like you spent some time on a farm.

Just my entire childhood.

Well, then as you know,
horses take a lot of work.

I'm getting old.
Something had to give.

We sold them a few years back.

That's sad.

Wasn't happy.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Why are you helping me?

Freedom of reinvention built this country,

and I don't intend to get in its way.

Well, the road ends here.

Thank you so much for the ride, Frank.

Well, I thought I was taking you
to a girlfriend's or something.

Where are you headed now?

- That way.
- Well, hey, wait a minute.

We packed a bag for you
in the bed of the truck.

A winter jacket,
old pair of Janie's boots, and

a blanket, and some of that canned food

you seem to be so fond of.

That'll all come in handy, likely tonight.

I don't know what to say.

You know, you could come back
and stay with us for a bit,

and help out on the property

while you figure some things out.

You two have already
been so generous, but...

I really need to get going now.

Not too many people are too kind these days.

Take care of yourself out there.

Sure.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Elsa Gray.

I wasn't sure this
was actually gonna happen.

Hi, Sal. I'm sorry.

I know you wanted to do this in person.

It's just been crazy with work lately.

Work? Well, I'm glad
that's still going.

Is it challenging?

No. It's great.

Well, that is good to hear.

Let me, um...

Hello, Elsa.

I'm excited to chat with you.

But talking is getting a little difficult.

There may be long gaps.

Um, no, it's nice to meet you.

So, Elsa, I know that
you're here to interview me,

but I'm sure that you may have
some questions for Laura, too.

Um...

No. I mean, I didn't...

When were you diagnosed?

Six months ago.

How is your family handling things?

Oh, we're not close. They...

They, um...

I haven't told them yet.

ALS...

It basically makes you feel like

a prisoner in your own body.

You will experience

all of the stages of grief

and mourn your old life.

So you will learn about

the weakness of the human spirit.

But also about its strength

in deep and profound ways.

You're going to need
to tell your family eventually.

You're gonna be depending on them,

even if you have a dozen caregivers like me.

Uh, I don't want to...

burden them, I can't, I mean, I...

Are you thinking about suicide?

Yeah.

That's vanity.

Misery is powerful,

but so is acceptance.

Elsa, what is up with you and this song?

I can't imagine that's
the reason you're calling.

She could still be walking.

Sure, but it's 109 miles to the border.

And at a conservative pace
of 25 miles a day,

that means she'd have to stay
out of sight for four days.

Oh, my God.

You'd think they would clean these cars

before they rent them out.

All right, so you agree then?

You don't think she's still in town?

I think she's smarter than that.

Well, if she hitched a ride,
then why aren't we folded

into the dragnets along the highway?

Oh, because I insisted
we stay in town for a few days.

Why?

Because if she hitched a ride, then...

Then there's potentially
other subjects of interest.

You gotta cross the T's
and dot the I's, Vince.

Baby, you have to go eventually.

Come on.

Let's see.

- Thank you very much.
- No. No!

Don't mind if I do.

That's...

- That is brutal, I have to say.
- You are vicious.

-That's probably
-I am done. I am done!

I am never playing another
game of this with you again.

That's like the meanest hand
I've ever played.

How many points did you have?

Seven, fourteen...

- Stop counting. Stop being mean.
- Nineteen. Twenty-six.

Stop counting and just celebrate
with the losers.

Jess...

Come on.

It's just a dog.

Hi.

Hi, sweetheart.

You're such a good girl, aren't you?

Oh, she doesn't have any tags.
She must be lost.

Yeah, or feral.

You thirsty?
Do you want some water, baby?

Hey, babe, I...

I think maybe we should just, you know,

let it be.

Let it be?

Yeah, who knows what that thing's been doing

or what it's been eating.

Aw, you've been out here
all by yourself in the cold

for who knows how long,

and this mean man doesn't want
to give you any water.

It's okay.
I'm gonna get you some water,

and I'm gonna get you a nice big meal.

How's that chicken?

Same as yesterday.

You know, I've been thinking about it.

Over all these years,

I most definitely spent more
time on the phone with you

than I have with my own wife in person.

Yeah, how you found the time to date

marry, let alone procreate,
it's just beyond me.

How sad is that?

I feel worse for Maya.

Maya? Are you kidding me?

Do you know what it's actually
like when I am home?

She holds all the cards.
I'm on 100% dad duty.

Did I tell you that she planned a trip?

A vacation to Paris.

With a few girlfriends.

She said it's her turn
to get out of the house

while I stay home and watch the kids.

What does she think I'm doing?

Sipping Mai Tais in fucking Bali?

Sounds tragic.

Hey, speaking of which,

there's some world-class fishing
out there where you are.

Fishing?

Vince, have we even met?

- What?
- Nothing, Vince.

I just appreciate the constant
push for a vacation.

Yeah, well, seeing
as you've yet to take any.

I mean, I imagine you've
built up quite a bit of it.

No, it's just amazing that you keep trying,

given that you know how I feel about it.

Yeah, what's the point in taking time off

if you're just coming back to the same job?

Fucking tell that to Maya.

You're either done or you're not.

You want a break?
Do something new.

Yeah, well, life outside of this
still does exist.

Not in our line of work, Vince.

That's why you keep fighting with Maya,

because she gets it and you don't.

Okay, well, what's stopping you then?

From what? Quitting?

You haven't liked the work in years.

It's about being ready to let go.

And I am not there yet.

We open in an hour.

Do you need any help?

I'm sorry?

Washing dishes, serving beers...

building a patio.

I can do it all.

Uh, no, we're not hiring.

Oh.

Well, then, how about a drink?

Whiskey?

Sure.

Is this your place?

Say I'm looking after it for a friend.

So, what are we toasting?

To...

a new life.

That I can drink to.

There's a mop in the back.

Fresh pot of coffee.

Clean the floors in the kitchen
before Trav gets in at 4:00.

Thank you.

I'm Molly.

Janie.

Hit the sink, too.

Nothing at the morgue.

Local police are checking in
with me every hour.

We've already wasted too much time here.

Let's get you patched in on highways.

- I disagree.
- We can monitor this remotely.

We're getting sloppy, and you know it.

We cannot let her cross the border.

We need more resources.

We should be cross-checking

all of our work with local authorities.

We should have a dedicated
national intel team

working full-time,
gaming out every possible...

You've got five hours.

Molls?

You want to top me off, please?

You're looking pretty good there, Bruce.

Do I?

Who's the horse's ass now?

Yeah, it's still you.

Looks like your little wolf
buddy gave us some fleas.

It wasn't a wolf.

It was a pretty small dog, actually.

So gross.

I liked the snuggles,
and I would do it again.

Yeah, you would. She's so cute.

What a sweet, adorable dog, babe.

She's practically already housebroken.

We should bring her home.
I mean, she's so...

I wish we did bring her home.
She was really, really cute.

Holy shit.

What, babe?

So...

Husband? Boyfriend? Wife?

What?

Which one are you running from?

I saw your ring.

Oh.

Um...

Boyfriend, I guess.

Yeah.

I got one of those.

A husband.

He's a few towns over.

He gave me a few of those, too.

He's a...

mean, mean drunk.

He had me so fucked in the head,

I thought I was the one with the problem.

Even though I was the only
one with the medical bills, so.

I didn't think I could ever

leave him, and then

one day I woke up, and...

I didn't know how I could have
stayed with him for so long.

Anyway...

Liquor, like time, heals all wounds.

Trust me.

Okay.

Oh.

To healing.

Do you have a place to stay?

I'll get a hotel or something.

On those tips?

Maybe a bunk bed.

Come on, I got a couch.

But I'm not gonna drive,
so it's a bit of a hike.

- I think I'll be okay.
- Yeah.

I don't suppose this is your final stop?

Mm...

I guess. I've just kind of

been playing it by ear.

It's a small, boring town.

It doesn't offer much.

But it has good people.

And you may

have convinced me of the need to hire

a very mediocre barback.

You know...

before this trip, I...

I only ever moved once
from a farm to a small city,

and I was pretty close to spending

the rest of my life there.

But I don't think that's what
I ever really wanted.

- No?
- No.

I want to see the world.

Well, then, Janie,
it seems pretty simple to me.

You need to see the world.

Yeah.

I like that.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What?

This is Nurse Wagner

calling from
St. Patrick's Hospital.

Oh! St. Patrick's Hospital.
Yeah.

Uh, symptoms?

Uh, okay. Did...

Um, did she come in?

Uh, how long ago was the call?

She called about a day ago.

Do you happen to have an address?

- Yeah.
- Great! Go ahead.

Janie Lerner?

Janie Lerner?

Uh...

I'm here because I believe
you've been in contact

with a woman that I'm looking
for, Jessica Murdock.

She's, um...

She's carrying a distinct strain
of the Ebola virus.

And the symptoms

that you called the hospital about, the...

flu-like symptoms, the...

body hemorrhaging...

Janie?

Janie?

Janie?

Janie?

Janie?

Hey.

You okay?

Help me!

Does anyone else know? Vince?
Any of the other operatives?

Any of them have a clue?

Information is given strategically

to those who need to know it...

You want me to do my job, Raymond.

How about you give me
some real fucking intel?

It should be on your screen.

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

Let me out!

- R-naught?
- Thirty-five.

That's higher than measles.

Incubation period, two days give or take.

Could be shorter, depending upon exposure.

You had me talking to people without a mask.

Without gloves.

From everything we know,

this disease is not aerosol-based.

Direct contact, blood, saliva, vomit.

"Everything we know."
Are you fucking kidding me?

We need to catch her, Elsa.

For whatever reason, she's asymptomatic.

A healthy carrier.

She's important.

Hey!

Hey!

Come back here!

Come back!

We can't contain this.

But we already have.

Every single person
Jessica's come into contact with

is in forced isolation.

What we need now is for you to bring her in.

Put an end to this.

Does Jessica know that she's spreading this?

No.

She believes she's on the run for murder.

It appears our subject

has dismantled the light in her room.

Condition of detainee?

I can't get a visual.
It's pitch-black in there.

One moment.

Orders are to enter and check vitals.

Copy that.

Ian?

- Jess?
- Oh my God!

Jess...

- Jess.
- Oh my God!

- Ian!
- Jess...

- Oh my God!
- Come help me.

- What did they do to you?
- Please help me get out.

- Baby!
- Don't leave me here.

Jess, don't leave me here.

Ian!

Ian! Baby!

Baby! Baby!

Jess!

Ian? Ian!

No! No!

Get up, Ian! Get up!

I'm so sorry, baby.

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Raymond, the scope of this operation

is like we are serving Jessica Murdock

a fucking subpoena,

not containing an international outbreak.

AdienGen Technologies

worked in conjunction with the US government

to facilitate the gain-of-function research

behind this virus.

But it was AdienGen alone who contracted us.

I'm working for a pharmaceutical company?

A technology conglomerate, but...

Yeah.

This specific operation

is spearheaded under a medical R&D wing.

And this is why we've been dark
this whole time.

I'm a fucking idiot.

Until Jessica Murdock is captured

and the link between her,
the dog, and AdienGen is erased,

yes, we remain dark.

I'm out.

I'm out.

I'm sick.

ALS. Yeah.

I'm terribly sorry, Elsa.

You know?

Why'd you think I sent you to find her?

I have a disease,
not a death wish, you asshole.

Yet, you still work.

Why?

Because what else are we gonna do?

Retire early?

Are you gonna sit at home
and watch television

while your body shuts down limb by limb?

So, yes, a talented fixer without a family

who's on her way out can and should carry

the weight of such a mission.

But your job is still to bring
in Jessica Murdock alive

or, if necessary, dead.

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Hey, Molly?

I'm gonna go to the store and get something

for this massive hangover.

Do you want anything?

Okay.

Janie.

I got a ping.

Turns out you can legally

be kicked out of a bar for being too drunk.

Well, guess what?

I still haven't left yet

because I need to cash out.

According to the guy who shot this,

she got hired there that night.

Jesus Christ.
How far away is the bar?

Uh, you're about five minutes out.

Yeah, I trained a model
to detect Jess's face

from that rest area photo that we had,

then I had to crawl the entire fucking town.

Where are we at with this?

Oh. Yeah

Totally not impressive at all,
Vince. Right.

Okay. Uh...

everyone who was at that bar
is currently detained.

Am I the only one who is
remotely concerned about this?

Well, according to Raymond,
apparently it's best

if it's just the three of us
on that side of the loop.

Last sighting of Jess?

She was closing

with the manager, Molly Presser.

Let me guess,
we have no idea where Molly is.

Correct.

Apparently she's pretty tight-lipped

about where she stays.

A violent ex, I believe.

Still working on her current location.

It all seems pretty fucking suspect, right?

I mean...

potentially igniting
an international incident

with our closest ally over

Ebola?

Am I missing a piece
of the puzzle here, Elsa?

Point me to the bar, Vince.

We'll take it backwards from there.

Copy that.

Holy fuck.

Guess who I have eyes on.

I have a visual on one Jessica Murdock.

Oh, shit.

We have a visual on Jessica Murdock!

Everyone, keep tracking.

Backup should be there in five minutes.

Do not let her out of your sight!

Copy that.

Excuse me!

Miss.

Excuse me!

Jessica Murdock, freeze!

Molly?

Hey, I gotta go now, okay?

Molly?

So Molly left her car at the bar.

What does this mean?

It means that she either ordered a ride

or she got picked up by someone,
or she's on foot.

Vince, I need a crawl
of every rideshare pickup

within a five-mile radius of
the bar over the last 48 hours.

Seeing as they don't have any
out here, that should be easy.

Nearby cameras, they pick up anything?

Nearest I found is out of sight of the bar,

and people out here
don't have smart cameras.

Stoplight cameras,

CCTV's downtown are all air-gapped,

so, you know, a bit tricky, Elsa.

Any leads on where Jessica might have landed

outside of staying with Molly?

No. Every motel, hotel,
and a hostel

in a two-hour fucking drive, nothing.

Elsa?

Okay, so since Molly
doesn't own any property

and we're not pulling anything
on new rentals,

we've got to assume
Molly is staying with a friend

or maybe a relative.

So Vince, I need a list

of every known contact
Molly Presser has in this town.

What?

Elsa, she's a small-town bartender

who never left her small town.

She's gonna have a fucking
dictionary of contacts.

Well, I don't know.
When in doubt, estimate.

And in an emergency, guess!
It's a tiny fucking town, Vince!

Figure it the fuck out!

Molly?

Molly?

Molly?

Stand by.

2093 Fairway Drive, home to Diane Ming.

Worked at the Moosehead in 2018.

Primary residence now Texas.

Distance from the border?

1.3 kilometers.

Copy that.

Elsa, wait for backup before proceeding.

Going in.

We cannot let the subject escape again!

Raymond, I am looking
at a mountain range right now.

That's the Canadian border.

We don't have time for backup.

You've tracked the subject,

but you've established
yourself as a liability,

so I am asking you

to stand the fuck down!

That's an order.

Isn't this why you picked me, Raymond?

The woman who's already dead

to be on the front line of the apocalypse?

What did Elsa mean by that?

Raymond.

Jessica Murdock.

I have my gun pointed at you,
and I do not miss.

My name is Elsa Gray,

and believe it or not,
I am here to help you.

You are a healthy carrier for this thing,

which means you're spreading it,
even though you're not sick.

I think I might be a little bit sick, Elsa.

I don't know.

I don't know. No one knows
anything about this disease,

but you're here talking to me,
and that's gotta mean something,

so I need you to come with me.

I'm not going anywhere.

I am not asking.

Don't take another step!

I don't want to shoot you, but I will!

Jessica!

I will shoot for the head this time.

I don't know what you've become,

but that sure as hell will stop you.

We need your blood, Jessica,

and I can do that with you alive or dead.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.

I know.

But I can't go back.

Stay where you are.

You are highly contagious.

I won't go back to that place.

You can't run from this.

Don't you get it?

Don't you think I get it?

Do you?

The Lerners are dead, both of them.

Molly is dead.

Ian is dead.

I just...

I just...

I just wanted to see the world.

Me too.

Me too.

I'm sorry.

Jessica Murdock is dead.

- Oh.
- Elsa.

Uh, can I get you anything?
Do you want tea or a coffee or?

Elsa, I know...

I know that these changes are scary.

And they're big.

And they're coming on very fast.

But...

I assure you...

there is still a lot
of good living left to do.

So, stairs.

Let's start with stairs.

You have a lot of stairs.

And they cannot all stay.

But I know a good contractor.

He's, um, not cheap,

but he's good and he's...

Sorry.

He's not cheap

but he's good.