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[Woman screaming]

[Indistinct voices]

[Woman shouting]

How about I drive, huh?

[Indistinct talking on police radio]

Oh.

[Exhales deeply] There we go.

[Exhales deeply]

About time you showed up.

Some couples like to talk.

Did they see anything?

They don't know the girls, didn't see the car. Nothing.

How many more miles do we have left to cover?

SARA: We're on Stone Hollow, and we need to check these two roads

and circle back around.

Harris wants us back to base by midnight, so...

Maybe the perimeter's not wide enough. Maybe...

This guy's a traveler.

Maybe the first body is throwing us off.

Your turn.

[Mumbling]

[Swing creaking]

[Brahms' "Lullaby" plays]

[Clanging]

New paint, new plates. It's our guy.

- He's here. - Shit. Back in the car.

Let him think we're leaving. We'll get tactical.

All units, this is Predator 5 requesting backup.

We're on Stone Hollow Road.

- We have the UNSUB's vehicle... - [Women screaming]

They're still alive.

Come on.

FBI!

[Flies buzzing]

[Door closes]

["Lullaby" continues]

[Cooing]

[Screaming, gunshots]

- Oh, God. - Check the girls.

Sara!

Talk to me, Sara.

Predator 5 to base. Over.

We have the situation secure. Repeat... situation is secure.

Suspect is dead.

So are the girls.

There were three shots fired.

[Gasps]

Hey! Sara!

Sara, drop! Get rid of the line!

Get down! Down!

Drop! Drop!

[Beeping]

Ohh.

[Broken dishes clinking]

Man. Thought you guys were never gonna get here.

Hey, Harris, I'm fucking starving!

[Flies buzzing]

[Buzzing stops]

[Engine turns over]

So, tomorrow...

I have a senior staff meeting with the director,

A Q4 performance review, and an academy course to prep.

But now, instead, I get to waste my whole day at your funerals.

Special Agent Moore, when is the situation secure?

- On the drive home. - On the drive home.

That's right. On the drive home.

- Sir, we didn't... - Shut up.

Cigarettes on the table. More at the door.

Different brands.

Two cars out front. 4 place settings, not 3.

All should have alerted you to the possibility

that there might be another suspect.

- I think... - I'm sorry? What?

What did you say?

I think you enjoy watching us fail, sir.

Better in here than out there.

You know this really happened?

The UNSUB was apprehended in under 2 minutes

without a shot fired.

It took you guys 7 minutes, and you killed your partner.

Have some cake.

The majority of murders are committed

by someone known to the victim.

Those that are not solved within the first 48 hours seldom are.

Not so with serial killers.

One advantage in this line of work

is knowing that as long as the UNSUB is out there,

you'll always have another chance.

With each new killing comes a resetting of the clock.

Time is on your side.

The model for this exercise

was a missing-persons search in Buffalo, 1982.

The dead man was an accomplice who was killed the day before.

The killer staged a suicide

in order to try, in effect, an escape.

As you can see, some of you responded better than others.

Well, exactly how many times has a profiler

been in a kill-or-capture situation since 1982?

Are you suggesting I'm preparing you for something

you may never experience?

Success comes when you understand

that your most lethal weapon isn't your firearm,

but your brain.

A lot of the old guard don't believe in my methods.

A lot of them think I'm crazy.

You're a privileged group.

You're all smart or you wouldn't be here.

I just want you to be smarter.

Our final exercise will be on the island of Oneiga.

This simulation will be a test primarily of your teamwork.

I hope you're ready.

Then how could we have saved the girls at the old hotel?

You couldn't. They were dead no matter what you did.

What's the point if we couldn't have saved them?

The point is to get used to it.

? There, you've seen it, my behavior's unacceptable ?

Good evening, my fine, young FBI friends.

I am a pretty little thing just out of lit class at GMU.

Please note the Jimmy Joyce in my Kate Spade.

My parents are loaded as per my expensive ensemble.

And that "J"...Where is it? On my key ring...

means I'm either a Jill or a Jennifer.

Those being the favorite "J" names of Beltway parents

circa 1981.

I like to hang with my friends and have a good time,

but I'm really just a mature woman looking for a mature man.

And I recently quit smoking.

[English accent] Why do you say that?

You see the way she keeps eyeing the guy next to her?

It's not him. It's his cigarette.

Spoken like a woman who knows.

How long has it been, Nicole? 3 days?

The lovely Nicole and her personal demons.

I'm surprised there's enough room at the table for all of us.

Take me 5 minutes to get her number.

Take me 2.

- You're on. - Money's coming out.

$20.

- $20 works. - Whoo!

Whoa, big money.

Hi. I think I know you, don't I?

You're, um, uh...

Jill, right?

Jen.

Jen, Jen. Yes. Yes, Jen, of course.

Okay, obviously you don't remember me.

My name's Bobby. Bobby Whitman.

Rafe, you're up. Profile.

Okay.

Black suit, blond hair, Martini.

I'm the sophisticated type

on the prowl for pretty, young things.

Preferably blond.

Preferably a cheerleader with great big...

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Enough.

Right about the blond. You're on fire.

You're projecting.

I don't know. It was 2 seconds at a lecture last semester.

GMU Lit Department, right?

The Moody lecture?

Yeah, yeah, Moody. Heck of a writer.

Um...

I'm actually not even a student myself.

Um...

I work in finance.

Oh. Finance?

- Oh! Right. Bobby. - Yeah.

- Hi. How are you? - Hi. I'm good.

He's got 15 seconds.

Thank you.

Lucas, looks like tonight wasrt your night.

I know her. Her name's Jen. I told her to play along.

You're full of shit.

You never know.

ALL: Ooh.

Ooh.

[Laughter]

So, what is going on in that head?

We're professionals.

We shouldn't have to put up with Harris' shit.

All right, what's up?

I'm not making profiler.

I was alone in his office.

His recommends were on the desk, and I read them.

We still have the weekend at Oneiga.

He says I'm unfocused.

He says I'm not capable

of the psychological commitment necessary for profiling work.

How do you like that?

Commitment. Like, "Fucking look at me, man."

Vince, I think...

You're not making profiler either, Sara.

Sorry. I read it.

Don't work too hard out there, okay?

We've got a late addition.

This is Detective Gabe Jenson.

He's from the Philadelphia P.D.

Good morning. How you doir?

He's their resident profiler,

and somehow he got on D.O.J.'s good side

and convinced the attorney general he could sit in

on some exercises and see how I work.

Do I have the politics about right?

Something like that.

He's joining the team?

He's just here to observe, not to participate.

Now, be nice to him or it's my ass.

No offense, Detective.

None taken. It's an honor to meet all of you.

You want to do hostage rescue, a smallpox outbreak,

this is the place.

Navy Seas built it for war-game practice.

Once a year, they turn it over to me for the weekend.

Okay, get your rappelling lines and prepare to drop.

That's a joke.

Here we are. Crimetown, USA.

Where all the residents are dead.

Or about to be.

Now, the idea here, people, is to only kill the bad guys.

[Beeping]

But nobody's perfect.

It's nice to hear you say that, sir.

RAFE: It's like Beirut meets Belfast.

Sir, I thought they didn't let foreign nationals in the FBI.

Don't worry. On the inside he's 100% American, right?

As American as the death penalty.

HARRIS: That's my boy.

I think I'm in love.

Oh, there is one other person. They'll be coming along shortly.

Who's that?

He's called a puppeteer.

He's killed two people on these streets,

and he's about to kill a third.

Tomorrow you'll find the crime scene

and receive your background dossiers.

By 0800 on Monday, I want a full profile of this suspect.

I want to know who he is, what he does,

and where he's gonna do it next.

I'm asking Special Agent Reston to be team leader

unless you'd like to defer.

No, Harris.

I will solve whatever sick, twisted crime scenario

you come up with.

I hope so.

What's the tank for?

The Navy uses it to simulate Arctic regions.

That's what the nitrogers for.

In general, if it says "military," don't touch it.

Oh. Great.

Navy humor.

The computers are loaded with ViCAP,

but they're fully firewalled.

Don't do any research offsite.

If you want to do any blood samples on the autorad,

analyze fibers... scout samples...

- [Buzzing] - It's all here.

You'll rest up here till the morning.

Downstairs, there's a fully stocked freezer,

bunks, and your showers.

Don't forget. You're 50 miles offshore.

If you run out of toilet paper, you are shit out of luck.

So, what's the point?

Sorry, Detective?

The island, the middle of nowhere, they're professionals.

What's the point?

The point is that they're isolated, alone, and forgotten.

That's what it's like to be inside the mind of a sociopath.

Have you noticed it's a really bad feeling here?

Good luck on your profile.

Go!

# It's gettir hot #

# It's gettir hot #

# It's gettir hot #

# It's gettir hot #

[Dings]

# It's gettir hot #

# It's gettir hot #

# Come on, baby, come on, baby #

What?

He said dress for an island.

J. D: So, Detective,

what exactly did you do to earn this island paradise?

Recommended for it. Same as you.

Why, though?

Did you catch some killer in Philly or something?

What's the deal?

You don't want to know my war stories.

Well, actually, I do.

I mean, right now,

what do we know about you for real?

We know he's got resentments toward his parents,

as per the overload on tattoos he's got there.

We know he's just out of a bad relationship.

He's barely looked twice at me and Sara.

Maybe you're not my type, Nicole.

We're alone on an island.

Trust me, I'm your type.

We also know he watches his words.

So that crossword's either a sign of honing a talent

or correcting a deficiency.

What you say about me doesn't tell you about me.

It tells me about you.

Now, I could say your little gambling

means you have an addictive personality.

I could say I know

you're sleeping with one of the guys in this room.

I could say you take charge of your team

because you never had a leader in your own life.

And you.

When push comes to shove, you crack under pressure.

Your partners can't depend on you.

You don't belong here.

But that's all surface.

Psych 101 bullshit.

That's not who you are.

All for killing him in his sleep?

# It's gettir hot #

Bad for you... 1:45.

Damn!

[Waves crashing]

You push me in, I'll have your badge.

I, uh, came out here to feed the ducks.

I see you're feeding the ducks.

Maybe we could feed the ducks together.

Leave you alone?

No, no. It's all right.

I don't smoke.

I know. It's a gesture.

Goodwill, sympathy. You know, the usual.

In lieu of knowing what's going on.

He's not gonna let me make profiler.

He thinks I can't get past it.

Is he right?

When I was a kid, I lost both my parents.

Freak thing.

10 years old. Bang. Mortality.

So I grew up living real hard.

Racing cars, smoking, drinking,

sleeping with any girl I could find.

Real stupid, dangerous lifestyle.

Then I turned 11, and...

All I know is this.

You don't confront your demons and defeat them.

You confront them.

Then you confront them.

Then you confront them some more.

Every single day.

[Water running]

[Crackling]

[Both grunting]

You are seriously fucked up, you know that?

You know what I hate about you, J.D.?

What?

You only want me for my mind.

[Breathing heavily]

[Yowling]

[Grunting]

[Yowling]

[Groans]

[Bell clanging]

[Screams]

NICOLE: What happened?

I'd like to know how Harris got it here.

I'd say the issue is "why?"

Here, kitty kitty.

What kind of simulation is this?

Ah. Oh!

Ugh.

10:00.

That supposed to mean something?

So, what, is this supposed to be some kind of warning sign?

Well, if I know Harris, it's a sign of something.

It's 9:30 A.M., Saturday morning.

We're in search of an unknown crime scene.

We'll split into pairs.

The first one who finds it wins my eternal love and devotion.

And a dead cat.

[Cat yowls]

And a dead cat.

[Bell rings]

Now, this place must remind you of home.

Ha. Happytown, USA.

Sst!

Look.

It's little Bobby.

Little Bobby's gonna grow up to be big and strong

and pursue a career in buried children

and dismembered mummies.

Now, that will make Happytown proud.

I think you're in the wrong line of work.

No, mate.

Not me.

Hey!

Dinner at Harris' house.

Pass the nuts.

Charming.

Great. A cigarette machine.

Temptation is everywhere.

Hey, Agent, we searching together or what?

Suit yourself. I'm on vacation.

Hey, Vince!

Check out the other side of town.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Huh.

Hey, everybody!

Harris, you are one sick son of a bitch.

Stay on my 6.

Okay, everybody, it's about that time to look alive.

We have victim.

Or victims?

We got a single victim. Caucasian female.

25, 26.

The puppeteer. That's a hell of a signature.

Why don't you check the employee logs, receipts?

See who shopped here, who worked here. That sort of thing.

Let me run forensic, work the timeline.

Sara, why don't you check the carcass?

Sara!

Sure.

Oh.

There's splatter behind the counter.

The girl was definitely moved.

Any venture as to weapon?

- You want to take point on M.O.? - Absolutely.

Nic, not to step on your toes,

but I'm gonna bet the guy's a trophy taker.

What are you smiling about?

If the taxpayers only knew...

I think I'll go see if the UNSUB's still in the building.

Sweetheart, it's just a simulation, yeah?

Where we're from, a site search is called procedure.

Yeah?

We should have been allowed to bring our guns.

It doesn't feel real without my gun.

Hell, Vince, how real do you want it?

# Welcome to puppet... #

Don't move. Don't move! Sara.

# Pull my strings, it's time to play #

Let's see what freak show Harris has in mind.

# Surprises at puppet playtime #

It's no fun unless it's a challenge, right?

# Hope you all enjoy your stay #

# Welcome to puppet... #

[Music stops]

Move!

Aah.

Aah!

My legs!

No! Don't touch it!

Help!

It'll burn you!

- They're frozen! - Help him!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Stop!

[Cracking]

[Breathing heavily]

This is a joke, right?

That was just a simulation.

[Crying]

I'm sorry, Nic.

- Were they working before? - No signal, nothing.

What if it was some kind of accident?

Someone killed J.D. Don't you get it?

Someone is here on this island.

That wasrt there last night either.

12:00.

It's an hour and a half.

It's a message.

What about the boat?

We saw that pier with the boat when we flew in.

Watch your backs and everyone else's.

Hit the boat and find the radio.

The simulatiors over.

Now is not the time for fear, people.

- Now is the ti... - [Beeping]

Shit.

- Sara! - Ohh!

Sara!

Get her out of the water!

[Both gasping]

Help me get her out of the water!

Get her out of the water!

Ugh!

It's okay. You're okay.

Aah!

I'll handle it. I'll handle it.

I've got her.

Back the fuck off! I'll handle it!

It's okay.

You're out of the water, all right? You're out.

Aah!

All right. You're out of the water.

- You're okay. - What's her thing with water?

I think I lost my smokes.

Harris brought us to this island.

Now we're not allowed to leave.

- Let's talk about this Harris. - [Coughing]

Harris wouldn't do this.

You can say what you want, but Harris is a company man.

Did anyone actually see him get back in that chopper?

Oh, tell me somebody witnessed that.

Maybe he got tired of the simulations.

Missed the taste of the real thing.

I'll give him a taste of the real thing.

Did he just pull that gun out of his arse?

We werert supposed to bring weapons.

My gun goes where I go.

If you get shot sometime, maybe you'll understand.

You shouldn't have brought your weapon, Vince.

You're gonna be glad I did.

Two square miles at most.

Hey. Check this out.

Who wants to play some hide-and-seek?

Anyone else is on this island,

Harris or worse, we're gonna find them.

How's about your Navy?

They don't muck around, do they?

GABE: Damn cats.

[Thunder crashes]

Aah! Aah!

Oh, for the love of God, just take the arm.

There. There. That's the Lucas I know.

You want to get up and do it all over again.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I told you I'm fine.

Yeah, you told me, but...

As long as people aren't asking me if I'm all right,

I'm all right.

So can I ask you something else, then?

Anything else.

Well, since the end may be near here,

have you kind of always sort of had a thing for me?

Aah!

[Laughs]

Is that a no?

20 minutes of 12:00.

So at 12:00 someone else is killed?

Somebody left those watches.

And left them after Harris had gone.

Where is this killer? We searched the island.

Somebody set that trap.

Somebody rigged that boat.

So what are we saying?

This is some kind of game?

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.

Who's the next motherfucker to go?

It's 12:00.

It's 12:00, and we're still here!

We're still here, and it's 12:00, and...

Shut up, Vince.

All right. Look.

We know that there is a killer on the island.

Someone who knows what we're here for,

someone who knows where we'd be.

There's just one problem.

There's no one on the island but us.

Now, hold on.

Real slow.

Real easy like.

Let's all move our hands away from our weapons.

- You get on the ground. - Lucas.

I'm checking the rooms. I find this... by his bed.

It's maps of the island, the building, everything here.

Been doing some research on the place?

- I can goddamn explain. - You can get on the ground!

This is a military facility! No one has access to this stuff!

- [Guns cocking] - Whoa.

You got me all wrong.

Oh, yeah, Detective? They your maps?

I want to see your hands up. Up!

You believe me.

- No one leaves this room. - Since when is this room safe?

Since we're all in it.

On your knees now.

Now! Down!

Sara, can you feel your face?

Because I can't feel your face...

Coffee.

Huh?

There's something in the coffee.

- Ohh! - [Cup shatters]

Ohh.

[Cup shatters]

Ohh!

SARA: Hey, Nic...

Stay... away from...

[Speaking indistinctly]

[Cup shatters]

[Beeps]

[Meows]

- [Grunts] - You going somewhere?

Come here.

Sit down.

- Hey, man, I can explain. - Shut up.

- Listen, I can explain. - I said shut up!

You don't know what you're doing.

You don't know who I am.

I know you killed J.D. That's what I know.

Is everybody all right?

Sara.

Sara.

Hey. Hey. Sara.

Sara? Hey.

[Breathing heavily]

I just had the worst dream ever.

Come on.

Look.

If I'm the killer, why didn't I run?

You were all lying here. How come so am I?

Maybe it's a trick so you can finish what you started!

Look, I'll tell you why the maps were in the bedroom.

No! You tell us what you put in the coffee!

- That's what you tell us. - Hey! Who made it?

Did I make the coffee?

Sherlock Holmes over there made it.

The man is calling you a killer.

Personally, I think you might want to defend yourself.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Oh, fuck! Ohh!

[Whimpers] Oh, fuck!

There's...

There's no blood.

Somebody...

drained his blood.

LUCAS: 6:00.

Two watches.

Two watches means two victims?

We got 20 minutes.

All right.

[Grunting]

Right. I want to know what the next trap is.

And I want to know now.

I can't tell you because I don't know!

You've been lying to us since we got here.

That doesn't make me the killer.

The dead people does.

How about the Ioner mentality?

How about the issues with the FBI?

I'm not a cop.

I'm an investigator with the Department of Justice.

I was sent to investigate Harris.

The attorney general was hearing rumors about his methods.

There was talk he was pushing trainees too far.

The FBI investigates the FBI.

Not if you want it done right.

Look, they took him out of the field for a reason.

Justice was talking maybe that wasrt enough.

They sent me to see how he works you.

The maps were prep. It's a job!

Oh, this is not happening.

You want to hook me up to a polygraph, hook me up!

Yeah, we know how to beat a polygraph, too.

He's lying. Watch his eyes.

I'm not lying. I just don't like you.

Okay. You got 15 minutes.

So tell us where the trap is,

or you never leave this room, and I mean never.

Don't take your eyes off of him.

Okay.

[Door closes]

Now, start talking.

It's a nine-number sequence repeating itself.

Nine permutations.

What? A code? A combination?

It has something to do with time!

He has an obsession with time!

Forget the numbers. We need to find the trap.

The numbers are the message.

What if it tells us where the trap might be?

Fine. Bobby, help her work the numbers.

I'm searching the building.

I'm searching with you.

[Sighs]

10 minutes.

Phone number, Social Security number, coordinates.

- Talk to me! - Seven minutes.

Between you and me...

I'm not a violent person.

The thing I've learned in my life is this.

Sometimes if you find yourself feeling deep anger

and frustration

about where you find yourself, what has happened to you...

The healthy thing to do is to find an outlet

and let it all fucking go.

6:00.

One of us dies, my outlet is you.

[Beeps]

I am not your guy.

You don't want to do this, man.

You'll have to live with what you don't know.

I think we're clear on this level.

The obsession is time. It has to do with time.

I know it.

5, 8, 2, 9, 9, 7, 9, 2, 4. What is it?

Sara, it's no use.

8, 2, 9, 9, 7, 9, 2, 4, 5.

- What is that? - Sara...

2, 9, 9, 7, 9...

It's a number! It's a fucking number!

They're all just fucking numbers!

7, 9, 2... 4, 5, 8... 2, 7, 9.

Anybody? Anyone? What are we thinking here?

What about a rate?

When you factor in time, an amount becomes a rate.

Or a speed!

Yes. What kind of speed do you measure in the millions?

Atoms? Electrons? How the hell should I know?

Light.

299 million...

792,458 meters per second.

This is the original measurement for light!

And you know that?

It's the basic principle of physics.

Along with "Shit happens."

Turn them off.

The lights. Turn them off.

- What if that's the trap? - It's about the light.

[Buzzing]

BOBB Y: What is that?

What?

The back of your coat.

It's on yours, too.

He's marked us.

Letters.

It's like a powder.

Put on us while we slept.

"A"...

"O"...

"R"...

"T."

Tora? Rota? Roat?

Otra?

First it's numbers, now it's letters.

It's 6:00.

It just turned 6:00.

[Beeps]

[Objects crash]

Hey, who's out there?

Anybody hear me?

You're a dead man.

You guys! Down here!

[Pipes creaking]

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

[Grunts]

GABE: Vince!

Vince, listen to me.

We've got to shut off the power.

Fuck you! It's your trap!

Oh, yeah, I'm so clever, I'm about to kill myself.

Man, there are circuit breakers in that storeroom.

Can you get there? Can you reach it?

Can you reach it?

Look, I can, but you got to give me your gun.

I ain't giving you shit!

Are you gonna hang on forever, or throw me your gun?

I'm gonna watch you die.

Watch me die, and then what? And then what?

[Grunts]

Come on! Please!

Throw it!

[Electricity crackling]

[Grunts]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshot]

[Grunts] I'm losing my grip, Gabe.

Ohh!

[Electricity crackles]

Stairs.

Oh, fuck. I'm losing my grip!

Come on, Gabe.

[Electricity crackles]

Come on, Gabe! [Whimpers]

Come on!

[Grunts]

Vince, what's happening in there?!

Stay out of the water! Stay out of the water!

Where's that cop?!

Vince!

Aah!

Lights out.

[Electricity whirs, stops]

I'm alive!

Vince, what's going on? Talk to me.

I'm alive!

Oh!

[Panting]

Yes!

You okay?

[Laughing] I'm alive! I'm alive!

He saved my life, Lucas.

Still think you know me, Agent?

Still think you know who I am?

All right. How do we turn off the water?

Look, whoever did this really knows his engineering.

Remotes, timers.

They teach this in first-year with siege tactics.

But to set this up fast, you got to know what you're doing.

Pressure plates, radio detonators.

It's all private-sector sold. The wiring's the tricky part.

People take specialty courses in this sort of thing for years.

Right.

Thank you.

You can all go to hell.

[Screams]

Bobby!

Look at me, look at me, look at me!

[Whimpering]

Two watches, two traps.

Son of a bitch.

So how about me, huh?

How about me?! Is it my fucking time?!

Right here, right now!

Who fucking wants it?!

It was you who said to turn off the water.

Yeah, whatever makes you feel better.

[Crying]

[Faucet turns off]

Sara?

I don't think any of us should be alone right now.

Okay?

Nic found another watch.

We've got an hour and a half.

VINCE: So what's with the jackets?

If it's a message, what's the order?

The order we're dying in?

J.D., Rafe, Bobby. Which letters were theirs?

That wouldn't work. These were traps.

They could've killed any one of us.

How about the order we signed up with the bureau?

Who here had seniority?

J.D., then Bobby.

- Then me. - Then me.

LUCAS: Cro...

Atone?

Crotone?

Crotone, Croato, Croa...

Might as well pick them at random.

VINCE: Croatoan.

Like the island, the colony.

Do you know where we are?

Near the Outer Banks of North Carolina?

It's one of the first sites

settled by the Europeans in the New World.

In the 16th century, there was a ship of settlers

who landed right around here,

sent to colonize the place for England.

They built their town on Roanoke Island.

Over 100 people.

Two years later, a supply ship sailed in...

only to find that the colony had vanished

without a trace.

No bodies, no papers, no evidence of anything.

Over 100 people.

Gone.

And the only thing left was a single word

found carved in a tree.

Croatoan.

What was Croatoan?

Some said a body of water.

Others said an Indian tribe.

Point is, is 500 years later,

we still don't know where those people have gone.

That's the message.

An island full of people vanish forever.

And it happened here.

The killer isn't after the FBI.

He's after infamy.

It troubles me that you know this story.

It'd trouble you more if I didn't.

All right, we know method, we know motive.

All that's missing now is where he made his mistake.

Got something.

We've got blood.

Under Rafe's nails.

He struggled with the killer. We got to run it past autorad.

What are you staring at?

Time.

GABE: Somebody know how this works?

NICOLE: I do. We can have a DNA match in under an hour.

We've only got less than an hour.

We'll need blood comparisons from each of us...

unless anyone has a problem with that.

God, I want a cigarette.

You and me both.

You're a gambling man, aren't you, Lucas?

Who would you put your money on now?

Not sure my money would go anywhere different.

We just about died down there.

You didn't know you'd be down there.

What do you do? Not help Vince?

We're gonna trust you then?

I'll trust you when you're dead.

Well, let me enlighten you. You know there's a bomb on a boat.

You don't run toward it first in line.

I don't. Maybe you do.

Enough!

[Computer beeping rapidly]

Guns on the table.

Everybody.

I'm not giving up my gun.

I think I speak for the group when I say, "That would be bad."

I don't go anywhere without my gun.

I'll give up my wheels first. I'll give up my chair.

I'm not giving up my gun.

You got it!

Hit the damn thing.

Hit it!

[Gasps]

On the ground.

Nic, wait.

Nic, it's not me. It's a mistake.

On the ground, damn it!

I will waste you, Sara.

You want to kill me, huh? You want to kill me?

- Situation secure, Nic. - That's what Harris says, right?

The situation is secure on the drive home.

Ugh! [Panting]

[Gun cocks]

Lower your weapon, Agent.

Lucas, Lucas. It's not me, Lucas.

Tell them.

It's not me.

It don't make sense. Why her?

Because she wasrt gonna make it.

She wasrt gonna make profiler.

Saw the recommends myself.

Neither were you, Vince.

But I never had someone in my family get murdered.

No kid sister of mine ever got drowned and raped,

drowned and raped over and over and over.

Who knows what that would do to my head?

You don't know.

VINCE: The FBI didn't save your sister, Sara.

And they didn't catch her killer.

So why should they be able to catch you...

when you're so much smarter than everyone?

I swear.

It's not me.

It's not me.

She wouldn't. Not Sara.

That's why she planned it for the island.

She wanted us dead and underwater,

so we'd suffer.

You ever see the pictures?

Fucking brutal.

I swear on my life it's not me.

Well, we can stay in here and debate.

But there's 10 minutes till the trap.

What is the trap? Where is the trap?

I don't know.

What is the trap? Where is the trap?

I don't know.

What is the trap? Where is the trap?

I don't know.

What is the trap, Sara?!

- You tell me. - No, you tell me!

What if she's telling the truth, Nic? Think about it.

This is what the killer wants.

Suspecting each other, fighting each other.

This is what makes it fun.

You in the killer's mind again?

We were all knocked out.

He could've taken blood from any of us.

- You could've taken blood... - I'll take blood from you!

Come off that!

Nicole...

Nicole...

Nobody else is gonna get killed.

You want to protect her?

She's been playing you from the start, Lucas.

You come after me, I will shoot you on sight.

Nicole...

we need to stay together.

If I am by myself, I know who to trust.

- You go out there running... - Back!

Okay.

You go out that door, you don't come back in.

Why would I?

[Thunder rumbles]

Do your job.

Put a bullet in her.

Sara, put yourself in our position.

You're a professional.

You have a prime suspect. There are still lives at risk.

What do you do?

I don't fit the profile.

Wouldrt you know what not to fit?

You say I kill for revenge.

For my personal pain.

That's not this killer. This killer is impersonal.

Deadlines, rules.

They're ways of proving superiority.

She's right, Gabe.

You know what else is right?

They don't let killers in the FBI.

Playing hurt, playing wounded.

Maybe that's her skill.

We all have skills.

Well, I say where there's a skill, there's a weakness.

We all have skills.

Wait. Let's think here.

All along we've been assuming the deaths have been random,

that anybody could walk into any trap.

But look at the traps.

J.D. Dies because he was out front, leading us.

He was always out front.

And Rafe. Rafe's a coffee junkie.

And Bobby. Who do we go to to get something to work?

Who's our Mr. Fix-it?

You're saying he knew who died, when?

Knew it, planned it through our characteristics,

our skills, our weaknesses.

All this time the killer's been profiling us.

[Clicking]

[Gun cocks]

Vince, who are you?

What makes you different from the rest?

I don't know. I mean, I know history.

I do mazes.

I'm in a goddamn chair.

Lucas, how does he kill you? Think.

I'm our best shooter, best driver. Those are my skills.

And your weaknesses?

I say I'm fearless, and I'm not.

That leaves you, Sara.

My sister was murdered.

I haven't been in the water since.

I see her there.

That's his signature.

Oh, my God. Nicole.

[Sizzling]

[Coughing]

LUCAS: Nicole!

[Choking]

Jesus!

No!

She found herself some cigarettes.

They were laced with some type of acid.

- It's not her, Vince. - Why?

She figured out the pattern!

So she saves herself. Wouldrt you?

I don't trust her.

I don't trust any of you.

Island fever. You got it. He's got it. She's got it.

And we're gonna ride it out nice and friendly

until somebody finds another motherfucking watch.

[Feedback]

HARRIS: Are you having fun yet?

I'm having fun.

Harris. He's been watching us all along.

Did he know you were from Justice?

What if he figured out he was being watched?

No way!

What if he knew they were gonna take away his program?

HARRIS: Is this what you wanted?

I'm letting her go.

HARRIS: Too bad you won't get a chance to graduate.

You're all so weak.

Pathetic, powerless.

You said you searched the island!

- Every corner of it! - Every corner you could see?!

You'll never be in control no matter how hard you try.

All right, he's out there. Who's with me?

Out there? What do you think this is?

This is a fucking trap. What do you mean who's with you?

I'll tell you who's with you.

- I'm with you. - Are you having fun yet?

I'm having fun. Are you having fun?

You're all going out there?

Look, I'm not going anywhere.

You're right. You stay put.

What the fuck?

What are you doing?

Still think that you're better than me?

Hide.

Don't tell me where. Don't tell them where.

Just do it till Monday.

It's for the best.

My fucking gurs empty!

HARRIS: Is this real enough for you?

You can't escape it.

You can't stop it.

[Thunder rumbles]

You can't turn it off.

[Dings]

[Grunting]

[Hinges creaking]

[Feedback]

HARRIS: We can do this all night long.

[Screeches]

I have all the time in the world.

Still think you are better than me?

Still think you are better than me?

Still think that the pupil bests the teacher?

Is this what you wanted?

Is this what you expected?

Is this real enough for you?

You're all so weak.

Pathetic.

Too bad you won't get a chance to graduate.

You'll never be in control no matter how hard you try.

You always lose.

If you could only see yourselves the way I see you.

Afraid, powerless.

- Let me tell you what I think. - [Panting]

You look like you're having fun.

I'm having fun.

I don't want the fun to end.

I think they'll find you.

I don't want the fun to end.

Because I trained them.

You think you're smarter than the rest of them?

Let me tell you what I think.

I think you don't stand a chance.

You don't know who you're dealing with, do you?

You don't know...

who you're dealing with, do you?

Come on, finish it.

Finish it, you selfish child.

Come on.

- [Knife slashing] - [Grunting in pain]

He never left. He stayed to watch.

And the killer knew.

He's wearing watches.

Three watches.

What time are they set for?

They're set for now.

Aaah!

# Farewell to puppet playtime... #

#... To puppet playtime #

# Hope you all enjoyed the show #

Shut it off!

[Tempo increases]

[Music stops]

If it wasrt him...

No, wait!

That's a clever story.

Sent to spy on the program, spy on Harris.

You're the one who's telling stories.

I know it's not me.

And I know it's not me.

So it's not you. It's not me. It's not her.

Who's that leave, mister?

That leaves the last man standing.

Jesus Christ, Sara! Watch out!

Watch out for fucking who?!

[Gunshots]

Stop shooting! Stop shooting!

Sara! Sara, stay right where you are!

[Crying softly]

That's the price you pay for being fearless.

Sara?

Sara?

[Hinges creaking]

[Grunting]

[Footsteps approaching rapidly]

[Footsteps departing]

[Elevator whirring]

[Dings]

Close, God damn it.

Who wants off this island?!

You.

[Dings]

[Elevator whirring]

[Dings]

Never anywhere without a gun.

Back on schedule.

Guess we have answers now, don't we, Sara?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You gonna panic now, Sara?

You gonna panic when you've been so cool?

[Gun cocks]

Oh.

What are you trying to prove?

What am I trying to prove?

How's a fucked-up girl like you get into the FBI...

anyway?

How did I get in?

How did I get in? Did you not get in, Gabe?

Did you try, and they turned you away?

What did they tell you?

You're not sharp enough, smart enough,

sane enough?

Panic.

Watch her panic.

Get your hands up. I want to see your hands!

Boo.

You call yourself a profiler?

Show me your hands.

I'm the profiler.

I want to see your hands.

You're the victim.

Un!

[Gun clicking]

Aah!

Aah!

Aaah!

Aah!

[Grunts]

Watch your head.

Oh, thank God.

I thought...

Bulletproof vest.

I just need a little "R" and "R," huh?

Surf and sand.

Just stay still.

- Just stay still. - Uh-huh.

Hey, you, uh...

You think they're ever gonna believe us?

They won't have to.

We can prove it.

After Bobby died...

I changed the clock back 15 minutes.

What are you talking about?

What did Harris always tell us?

Know the mind, then anticipate.

The killer was into deadlines, precision, timing,

so I set that clock 15 minutes back.

The clock?

Oh, yeah.

He wanted us to know exactly when he was going to strike,

wanted to watch us squirm

as precious seconds were ticking away.

It was all part of his fun.

His weakness.

I was betting he'd change it back.

I was right.

But how are you gonna prove it was Gabe who changed it back?

Remember the phosphorescent powder from the jackets?

That's what I put on the clock.

It was my turn to set a trap.

So when he touched it...

Mm-hmm. His hands are going to glow.

Watch.

[Gasps]

This is awkward.

You know, uh...

All these things, they worked pretty good, you know.

Timers, triggers.

Remotes.

But at the end of the day,

building a better mousetrap is just pure mechanics.

It's knowing how to bait a particular mouse.

That's the fun part.

[Gasps]

Ah, ah, ah-ah.

So there I was.

Sitting next to the bodies of my parents.

Just waiting for someone

to ask me why I killed them, you know?

And this detective comes up to me, right?

And he says...

"Want some gum?"

Gum.

No one asks.

It never even occurs to them.

And like after every first high...

it's harder and harder to get to that place.

And finally you get so good, there's no feeling at all.

It's easy.

Finding a won'thy prey.

A challenge.

That's hard.

You joined the FBI for this?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So while you were studying tired old hacks

like Bundy, Gacy, and Dahmer,

I was studying you.

Your habits, your hang-ups, your weaknesses.

It was so simple to set you all on edge.

You know?

I had to push here...

pull there... but once I did...

LUCAS: Hey, Vince, check out the other side of town.

I knew each of you would play your part.

The key to effective illusion is misdirection.

You know there's a bomb on the boat.

You don't run toward it first in line.

You know?

All I needed was opportunity.

The coffee break gave me the chance I needed

to rig a few little surprises.

The answer was in front of your eyes.

You still couldn't see it.

It was you who said to turn off the water.

The rest was easy.

You're all so fucking predictable.

Nicole with her cigarettes.

Can't she even read the warning label on the box?

Vince... "I'm never without my gun."

Bobby the Magnificent couldn't resist.

And Harris just had to stay and watch.

Party crasher here was more of a problem than I thought,

but why am I gonna work so hard to kill him

when I knew you'd do it for me?

You see, the water ain't your only weakness, Sara.

[Shuddering]

Your other weakness...

is me.

In truth, I couldn't have done it without you.

As a sign of my appreciation, I'm gonna grant you

your deepest desire.

I'm gonna get you closer to your sister than you ever imagined.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi.

- Are we having fun yet? - [Gasping]

Whoa.

[Chuckling]

[Gasps]

[Gasps]

Drop it!

Go ahead, Sara. Arrest me.

We have your blood under Rafe's fingernails.

Your fingerprints on the fire extinguisher.

And your bullet in my neck.

That don't look good.

You're fucked.

[Ticking]

- [Gasps] - Time's up, asshole.

Good thing you hit like a girl.

I guess we found out his weakness.

Bullets.

[Helicopter blades whirring]

Do you think they'll let me make profiler?

That depends. One last question.

Whers the situation secure, Agent?

On the drive home.

Yeah.

On the drive home.

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