www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015 (gasps) 1 1 1 1 (car horns honking) KRAMER (voice-over): There's a reporter in London named Simon Ross. (camera clicking) We caught some phone chatter we didn't like and his name came up. They put a team out there to take a better look. They've been sitting on him pretty tight all day. I just got a call about an hour ago. We got a real problem here. TURSO (voice-over): What kind of problem? KRAMER: This guy's a writer for "The Guardian." He's preparing an expose on Jason Bourne, Treadstone and Blackbriar. Sourced how? -Unknown. -From Bourne? Is it possible? Possible? We had Bourne six weeks ago in Moscow. He was on foot, wounded, with a full Cossack posse up his ass. Somehow, he walked out of there. I've kind of lost my perspective on what's possible. You sound tired, Ezra. I'd make more of an effort if I were you. You're the director of the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States of America, for God's sake. Act like it. If I go down for this, Mark, if this goes any more wrong... Ezra, you were given a Ferrari, and your people treated it like a lawn mower. You break it, you bought it. It was ever thus. (sighs) Well, maybe I should be speaking directly to Ric Byer. No, no, no. You're in enough trouble already. I'll let him know. (wolves barking, growling) (panting) (wolves whimpering) Hyah! Hah! (thunder rumbling) (wind whistling) (zips jacket) (sighs) (wind whistling, whipping) DITA (voice-over): Julie, is that the last of them? Terrific, thank you. So, the last audit on Treadstone? INGRAM: Uh, third page. DITA: Seven weeks ago. This is from the CIA, or this is ours? Oh, no. It's theirs. This whole pile is theirs. Is anybody reading these ground cables? INGRAM: Look, how wide are we digging? BYER: What do you mean, "how wide"? Just get me everything: Treadstone, Blackbriar, Outcome, LARX. All the beta programs. And that means take it all the way back to Emerald Lake. I want all points of convergence, I want all research personnel, I want to know about anybody who talked to anybody about anything at any time. VENDEL: Seriously, has anybody looked at this stuff on Bourne? The field reports. It's incredible. Three years off-program, non-med, first-gen, still rolling. If there's any way we can score some data off of this... If they caught him alive... I mean, even as a base line. I mean... even forensically. Maybe you're in the wrong meeting. 'Cause the meeting that we're having is about an infection. We're here talking about a serious infection, and all we're trying to do is determine how far it's spread, so that we know how much we have to cut to save the patient. You have never heard of Treadstone. And Bourne-- I don't care if they bag him and drop the body on the sidewalk. We're not going to touch it. You're going to turn off that side of your head now and get with the rest of us here. And you're going to start to consider the magnitude of what we're facing if this moves sideways on us. Because we get into this, we dig around, and we find out that these CIA clowns have let this Treadstone mess metastasize into the rest of these programs? Just-just pray that that doesn't happen. (gunshot) (wind whistling) (fire crackling) (sighs) (man speaking indistinctly over P.A.) (silenced gunshot) (people screaming, clamouring) BRAZIER (voice-over): We're just getting reports coming in now from Waterloo Station that there has been a shooting. Let's take you live down there and speak to Jeremy Thompson. Jeremy? Well, there's still an awful lot of confusion here at Waterloo Station. As you can see, ambulances have been called up. The victim, Simon Ross, was a veteran reporter with "The Guardian" newspaper in London. He was pronounced dead at the scene. Police are now telling us there was at least one, and possibly as many as three, shots fired. Simon Ross, a reporter with "The Guardian" newspaper... (turns TV off) (signal beeps) (sighs softly) (wind whistling) -Hey, James. -Hey. Ah, shit, sorry. I didn't know I was coming back. JAMES: It's all right. (scanner beeps) Can you tell Dr. Hillcott I'm here? You got it. (keypad beeping) MAN: See you tomorrow. See you tomorrow. (scanner beeps, lock clicks) (lock buzzes, clicks) I had no idea he was coming in. -It's Number Six. -Number Six? We haven't seen him since July. Mm-hmm. Okay. "Need new base panels, choline profile, nerve conduction." I want a full engraftment workup. I'm gonna call NRAG and see if we can't get approval to put him under. I want a marrow and a full spinal while we have him. Okay. (man typing quietly) (lock buzzes, clicks) How is he? He's prepped. He drank a half-litre of water while he was waiting. He had some renal issues last year. Hmm. Or maybe he was thirsty. I have a pending task request. I know, I read it. I'm trying to complete my cortex study. He'll get a more sustained contrast off an I.V. -I'm approved? -Mm-hmm. (whispers): Yes! Thank you! Sorry to keep you waiting. We haven't seen you in a while, so we're going to be doing a full spec workup. I just had a full spec three months ago. Yeah, well, we had to change the boundary schedules, and you're a week over the new line. Let me get this straight-- if I had come in ten days ago, I'd have been in the clear? Never gets any longer, does it? You're gonna have to take that off. (grunts) -(tapping glass) -Today, I have the honour of introducing the man who is going to introduce our guest of honour. Bert? Doctor Albert Hirsch. (applause) HIRSCH: I first met Dan Hillcott in 1987 at what must have been the most boring neuropsych conference ever held. -(laughter) -We managed to escape that dreary ballroom and find a dark corner and a cold beverage. And we've been finding dark corners ever since. -Indeed. -Hear, hear. (applause) (glasses clink) (Turso sighs) TURSO: My God. (chuckles) Where'd you find this? YouTube. I thought we had everything firewalled. Yeah, so did I. But then again, I thought the CIA would handle Treadstone, so maybe I'm just behind the curve. Mm. (chuckles) Well, is that it? Is that all of it? No, no. They apparently thought it was okay to attend about a half a dozen of these things together. Proving what? We're looking at the medical directors of Treadstone and Outcome publicly celebrating their top secret man-crush. If this Bourne mess exposes Treadstone, they will turn Hirsch inside out. They'll be talking to Hillcott before we even know what happened. What's the damage? Outcome. We'd lose Outcome. Uh, meaning what? Meaning we will burn the program to the ground. And I mean, from top to bottom. Because of this? Because they're friends? These two guys built our platform! -You want to wake up and see this on CNN? -Jesus, Ric. Just like that? Hirsch and Hillcott? How many people even understand this work, let alone have the will to pursue it? Nothing has even happened yet! And we have to get ready. Ready for what?! Ready for what? We don't lose it all; we've got the science. We'll keep the data. All of our JSOK liaisons seem to be safe. We've got the beta programs tucked away. Take a pause, and we'll rebuild it. I wish there was a better alternative, but... God... (wind whistling) (gun clicking) (three gunshots) (shots echoing into distance) You going to pretend you don't know I'm here? I was just trying to be polite. I wasn't expecting you so soon. What'd you do? You come over the mountain? Don't they forward my position? You beat the record by two days. Oh, yeah? Yeah. You didn't know there was a record? No. Never came up. It wasn't your record, was it? No one comes over the mountain. Yeah, well, I did. Yeah. I'm Aaron, by the way. Why'd you do that? If you weren't on the clock, why take the risk? Why take the mountain? I lost my chems. I dropped my program kit, that's why. (sighs) (sighs) All right. Protocol is for me to call in your arrival. They're going to want a sample pick-up. You got blood work, right? I owe today. All right, pull it now. The drone takes about three hours to get up here, so I'll get some food started. You can dry your shit. So, look... I got a real problem here. I came over that mountain 'cause I lost my chems. What are you taking? My daily-- phys meds, 250 green. Cognitive programs, 400 blue. Define "lost." Lost. Fell into the rocks off a 20-meter cliff. -Lost. -How is that possible? (chuckles) Look, I've had a pack of wolves on my ass since I left the drop, okay? I thought I lost them, but they came at me at the river, so I took the ledge up to the ravine, tried to rally out the night. I chose wrong. Got caught out in the open. I couldn't climb. Couldn't make a fire. My hands got stiff. I dropped them. You're going to have to write that up. (laughs) So, is that yours? Hmm? The blood work. That's yours, isn't it? You're not a contact, are you? (laughs) You know, look, I'm... I'm sorry to call you out like that. It's... it's just that... I've never met anybody in the program before. Never, nobody. You're, like, the f... I know you have some extra chems here. I'm not supposed to ration you out till you leave tomorrow. Yeah. Did you chem today? Green only. I haven't had a blue in 32 hours. (indistinct chatter) People, listen up. We have an imminent threat. This is a national security emergency, priority level five. It's Wills. Ric Byer. Hey. Uh, he's here. Bourne is here in New York. -What? -Jason Bourne is in Manhattan. Confirmed. He's alive and mobile. That's all I have. Got to go. (sighs) (engine rumbling) (wolves howling in distance) Your friends are here. I know. Don't you think that's strange? The wolves. They don't do that. They don't track people. Yeah. Maybe they don't think you're human. So, how many of us are there? You ask too many questions. Well, maybe you don't know, either. So, what are you doing up here anyway? How do you know that I'm not evaluating you? Oh, I don't know. Are you? Maybe I don't care. Do you ever not care? Maybe you're evaluating me. I went off the grid for four days. That's why I'm here. I skipped my check-in. Now I'm on this bullshit scavenger hunt. Yeah, well, they have their reasons. Yeah, well... thought I was having my wrist slapped, but now I'm not so sure. Still trying to figure out if you're supposed to kill me or give me a pep talk. Seriously, man, you think too much. Aren't we wired to stick our nose in, you and I? There's not another person for 300 miles. I know nobody's listening, so come on, you got to give me something. Talk to me. Come on. Why did they pull you off the field and put you up here? It's not physical, the way you've been moving, so what did you do? Turn down an assignment? Start thinking for yourself? Fall in love? You fell in love. (gun clicks) It's better for wolves. There's an ammo box by the door. You take as much as you need. We're done talking. You ate. You're pulling out early. You should hit it. Okay. (water running) (dishes clattering) Some other time, then. Yeah. Thanks. Good luck. (indistinct chatter) (speaking Korean) What's this? BYER (voice-over): I think that we need to clarify something here, Don. PAULSEN: Clarify what? You keep using the word "unacceptable," and I want to know exactly what you think you mean by that. "Unacceptable" means exactly that. I don't like what you're telling me. I don't like how you're telling me. We're in a critical phase on four missions, Ric. The intelligence loss, if we stop now, it couldn't be quantified. Yes, actually, it could. You'd be right back to where you were before we delivered the program. Don't tell me there's a problem with Outcome, 'cause I'd be hearing about it. I didn't say there was. You're not saying much of anything. One pill, once a week? Every eight days. So, no more blues and greens. We're transitioning everyone in the program. You remember how to keep an accurate diet log? Yes. PAULSEN (voice-over): Do you understand their full utility? We just set Iran's missile program back 36 months with one deep-cover agent. The best action recon out of North Korea in the last two years came from Outcome. -I'm fully aware of this. -Do you know how long we've waited to get a real, long-term operative inside Pakistani ISI? You're asking me to wipe the most valuable intel-gathering assets we've ever put in the field. We're shutting things down immediately, and this contingency was covered loud and clear. Tell me this isn't why we're having this conversation. Jason Bourne got away, didn't he? That's what this is all about, isn't it? I have visibility on every action program in the system except yours. I'm sick of hearing the reason I can't do something or see something is because it hasn't cleared the National Research Assay Group. Where do you pull this kind of weight? Don, I'm a patriot the same as you are. I bleed over this the same way you do. But you and I have our jobs because we've got the strength to do what's necessary, and I'm sorry, but right now, this is it. (whistle blowing, people shouting) (indistinct announcement over P.A.) # You make me... # You don't have a girlfriend. You don't need a lot of calls or text. You need data ` for dating sites, like Honey Badger. (LAUGHS) You do have a girlfriend. You need less data and more calls ` lovey-dovey calls. # You make me... # You don't have a girlfriend again. She won't return your calls. You need more text. Things change. Now your Prepay can too. Get more of what you need and less of what you don't with Vodafone My Flex Prepay. (wind whistling) It's really coming down out there. It's getting ugly. Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I should try to get ahead of it, huh? No, it's too late for that. Just stick around. I need some help squaring the place away anyway. Yeah, I don't know. I already have to do that medication write-up. I don't know if I want to have to explain my itinerary, as well. You know what I mean? Don't worry about the chems. I got that covered. I'm gonna have a look. (distant rumbling) You hearing that? You expecting anything? In this weather, without a heads-up? Well, it's definitely getting closer. -What do you got? -Nothing, man. I got nothing. -Is it working? -Yeah, it's working. The gear is fine. It's not the gear. Oh. Well, maybe it's a resupply. They were here yesterday, and they can't land in this anyway. Who the hell is it? I don't know. I don't know. We should spread. Yeah. Look, I'll take the nest. Let me know when you get eyes on it, okay? Yeah. (whooshing) (high-pitched ringing) (groaning) (aircraft engine rumbling) (electronic trilling) Is she going to clear us here? I'd like to get above this -before it gets any sloppier. -Hold on. Just, there's a... Copy, Solo. I saw it, too. Give us a minute here. -Okay. -(beeping) -What's the issue? Hang on. Hang on. Roger, Solo. Sourcing now. (typing) Looks like there's still an active signal back there. Excuse me? Is that on your end, or is that... (indistinct radio communication) Roger, Solo. Holding on relay. -I thought you had them linked. -We did. They were lined up all the way to the structure. Both targets were green all the way in. (indistinct radio communication) -Unknown. Unknown. -It's not a satellite echo, -is it? -No, sir. What's she doing? She's playing it back. I don't want to wait on her. We're going to have to come around. How far are you from bingo fuel? 20 minutes on station. All right. Better get on it. Affirmative, Solo, but we're going to need another pass here. She knows we can't see shit, right? Roger that. New profile engaged. We're coming around now. (voice-over): Roger that, Solo. East-southeast. Right back up the valley. Requesting fuel graph. Say your state. State two plus 30 to splash. Copy, Solo. Fuel to bingo is green. Sourcing target beacon now. (beeping) What just happened? (sighs) It's gone. Where the hell did it go? What do you mean, where'd it go? Solo, we are... we are negative on that signal here. We just lost that second beacon. (exhales) Negative. Negative, Solo. All sensors and systems are green. Diagnostics are green. Aircraft is green. I got everything but a target here. (voice-over): It is not a system issue. Sensors are good. All right, we're going to switch to IR -and take a look. -(over radio): Roger. -Switching to thermal. -(beep, static) (fires) Solo, can I get your last confirmed... What the hell was that? (indistinct radio communication) -You... you hit something. -I don't think so. There's nothing there. There's nothing. What the hell is going on here? (engine sputters) (explosion booms) It didn't just go down; it was shot down? -They're sure about that? -That's what I was told. -Well, by who, with what? -They don't know. They were sourcing a second signal when it happened. (sizzling, hissing) DITA (voice-over): No, no, no, we didn't have time. I'm calling for clearance now. There's got to be someone meeting us -at the gate. -They have a drone ready? They're fuelling one now. They parsed the signal. It's Aaron Cross. Shit. (grunts) You're all set, sir. (engine revs, tyres screech) (engine revs, tyres screech) (beeping) PILOT: Let's approach off azimuth, 30 degrees off our last pass. Good for me. (beeping) There you are. There's my signal. Signal is hot, Solo. Signal is up and live. And here we go. Where's that been? Doesn't matter now. It's mine. (wind whistling) Copy, Solo. Strong signal. What kind of weapon system is this guy operating? He's probably got a rifle. BYER: It's a high-powered rifle. What's our time frame, here? 15 minutes, plus or minus. Just trying to factor the storm. (wolf howling in distance) (wolves howling in distance) (howling continues) (growling) SPEC (voice-over): Roger, Solo. Target is static. Engaging laser now. (growling continues) (growling continues, howling continues in distance) Hey! (snarls, barks) Get out of here! Go on, get out of here! Get out! (snarling) (barking) (whimpers) (wolves barking) (beeping) (snarling, barking) Laser armed. Sensor and thermal confirmed. (snarling, barking) (grunting) (barks) (growling) -Where are we? -30 seconds. You should have left me alone. (drone buzzing in distance) Arming missile. Missile away. There he goes; he's moving now. Not for long. (explosion thunders) Target destroyed. Copy, Solo. Kill confirmed, target destroyed. Looking good? Looks... looks good. Looks cold and clear. (helicopter whirring, gunfire) AARON (voice-over): With all due respect, sir, now is not the best time. In 20 minutes, this place is going to fall apart. I'm aware of that; I'll take the chance. We need to talk. (man shouting in distance) Need you to stop what you're doing and turn around. That's an order. We got screwed on the intel, okay? Nobody knew those people were in there. It would be perfectly normal for a person to have doubts about the morality of what we just asked you to do. -Is that a question, sir? -No, it's not. Tune in to what I'm trying to say to you. Do you know what a sin-eater is? Well, that's what we are. We are the sin-eaters. It means that we take the moral excrement that we find in this equation and we bury it down, deep inside of us, so that the rest of our cause can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary. You understand? Will that be all? (explosions, gunfire continue in distance) Stitch that up. I'm gonna put you on a plane to Yemen in six hours. I'll be ready. (explosion thunders) (helicopter passing overhead) WARD: I told you she'd be coming at us. Yeah, you know, I need you to stay calm, Terry, okay? They're giving her a Senate hearing. How can you not see that as a problem? She knows Bourne, she knows Blackbriar, she knows Hirsch. She's got a handle on the whole goddamn operation. I don't see how the hell you could be so calm about this! Well, what can she say? What can she say? What if she gets up there and she says, "Treadstone, Blackbriar-- you think that was it? "You think that Jason Bourne was the whole story? Sorry, there's a lot more going on here." What if she tells them that Treadstone was just the tip of the iceberg? Look, you want to sweat something? Worry about Outcome, 'cause we're still not out of the woods. But as far as our other programs, she doesn't know that much. How do you know that?! TURSO: Because we're tapped into everything she says and does. Wha...? Phones, e-mail, cars, house, lawyer. She was cooked the minute she hitched her wagon to Jason Bourne. She aided and abetted an international fugitive. She prevented the agency from shutting down a rogue operation. She violated every oath and code of conduct that matters. For Christ's sake, she brought the son of a bitch back to America. Now, God knows what her motives are, but... it's clear that protecting this country is not one of them. That used to be called treason. # One of them said, 'Larz, you a teen heart-throb ` Bro. It's Pamela. SMOOTH MUSIC (SLURPS) # You know we get down with all the cyber moms. # One of them told me I was hot right now like Tiger Balm. # One of them said, 'Larz, you a teen heart-throb ` # 'make my baby faint; make a tween's heart stop.' # (GRUNTS, RETCHES) Ewww. He's a bit of a grossie, eh? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) < (GRUNTS) Is that your friend? Him? (CHUCKLES) Nah. < (RETCHES) Ooh. (machine humming) (talking quietly) Even the solution here. Now, that should be coming up as a constant. (computer beeps) HILLCOTT: There you are. I don't understand these values from this... (gasps) My God, no! (panting) Did you hear that? -Yeah. -What is that? It's a gun. No. No. No, it was gunfire. (women sobbing) No, please. No, no, no. (gunshot) -Help! -(banging) Open the door! He's shooting us! Open the door! (alarm sounding) Open the door! He's got a gun! Open the door! -(alarm beeping) -Help! Help! My God. We got to be able to get a card! We have to be able to get in there! (whispering): We got to go for the back door. It's locked. He locked the back door. No, please. He's gonna kill us all. Shh-shh-shh. -(Chandra shouting) -Oh, my God. (gunfire) Move! He's shooting everyone in there! I need a red lab access card! Who's got a red lab access card? They're all in there. Everyone who has one is in there. (gun clicks) (gunfire) (gasps) (grunting) Billy, where are you, man? I need a red card now! (Benezara groaning) Don, what are you doing? (gunshot) (people shouting) Help! Oh, shit, the handle's off. (gunshot) The handle's off! Give me, give me... Give me something! (gunfire) (thud in distance) (grunts) (panting) Drop it! Stop! Drop the weapon! (gunshot) (groans) Drop it! Drop the weapon! (gunshot, splattering, body thuds) (gasping) # Come on in, boy, sit on down # # And tell me about yourself (tyres screech) # Yeah, we think she's something else # (music continues faintly in truck) (engine buzzing) REPORTER (voice-over): Investigators are still searching for some explanation behind the workplace murder-suicide that left another American community grieving and shocked. -(knocking on door) -Police and federal authorities were poring over the lab facility... (door opens) DITA: The boys need to see you right away. ...Dr. Donald Foite, who took his own life... Let's get that Foite story out there right away. I'll take care of it. MAN: And this area back here? That's all been converted to storage. Because it says on the blueprint, and even on the board there, that it's, um... a medical examination suite. I mean, what kind of, uh, examinations are we talking about? MARTA (voice-over): Okay, there we go. May I see the hand, please? (beeping) Oh, that has healed well. Any diminished sensation? Nope. (sighs) You trying to put me down, Doc? Well, I'm afraid there's been a few gaps in your sample deliveries, so... Uh-oh. ...we need a full workup this visit. Mm. Another one? Why, just 'cause I missed a blood drop? So, how-how do you think it works, Doc? That we can just call a time-out? Everything stops while you pull your samples? Well, why don't you lie down and relax? Yeah, I... Wait, what... what do you think that we do out there? Okay, that's enough information. No, I... Ah, well, you're just a doctor. You know we're on camera. Really? Is that why you make such an attractive appearance? Okay, why don't you count backward from 100, please? (speaks foreign language) (counting down in foreign language) 1 (keys jangling) (tyres squealing in distance) (bird squawking) should come with three crispy nuggets or a delicious sundae,... uh, or nuggets or su` No, nuggets. (phone ringing) (sighs) (phone rings) Hello? Yeah, gate should be open. Bear to the left. It's about half a mile up. (sighs) (birds chirping) Thanks. -Dr. Shearing? -Uh-huh. Hi. I'm Dr. Connie Dowd. -Hi. How are you? -Well. Thanks. This is Special Agent Larry Hooper. -Hello. -Hello. Please, come in. DOWD: Thanks for letting us come out. It's a remarkable property. What a project. Yeah, I really don't want to talk about the house. Not unless you want to buy it. Uh, sit, I guess. Please. Just so you know, okay, I didn't know anything about this meeting until an hour ago. And nobody last night said, uh, make time or pick a time or anything like that. And then, this morning, I buy a plane ticket to see my sister, and suddenly, it's like DEFCON 4 around here-- and that is not paranoia. Okay, that is pretty much directly in my face. DOWD: Understood. Should we not be paying attention? Can you leave us alone, Larry? Look, you've just been through an extremely traumatic experience. Yeah. Doctor of what? What are you? Clinical psychology. Oh. So, what do you do? You, uh... you give grief counselling to spies? You have a very unusual security clearance, Marta. You should expect that buying a ticket to Montreal without telling anyone would set off some bells. Yeah, well, I got some bells of my own going off, okay? I mean, are you going to be the person who tells me what the hell is going on here, or are you just the next mystery babysitter? What do you think is going on? Uh, what I'm trying to do is not think. I just... I want to stop thinking. Have you discussed those feelings with anyone else? -Oh, God. -Your sister, friends? Are you for real? What about Peter Boyd? Wow. Okay. So, we're into everything, is that it? Anything off-limits here? Have you ever read your employment security contract? Have I read my...? If you're asking me whether I understand my disclosure restrictions, yes. I have a PhD in biochemistry with postdoctoral fellowships in virology and genetics. I know how to read. What I don't understand is why my colleague had a psychotic episode and shot everyone in the lab. Are you aware of what we do in there? Are you? I mean, how-how do I know that you're even cleared for this conversation? Have you discussed anything to do with the incident with anyone other than the investigators? Peter Boyd moved out eight months ago. Oh, but I guess you already know that. And no, I haven't spoken to him. You stated that you and Dr. Foite had no relationship outside of work? None. There was material in his apartment that indicates he had an unusual fixation with you. Photographs, journal entries. They found several articles of clothing. Wha-what? Did you ever rebuff him in any way? No. No, no, I... I-I... I always thought he was gay. Look, no one's suggesting that you're responsible for what happened. Oh. Thank you. Survivors often experience feelings of guilt. Those feelings can be amplified by the realization that he let you live. That he let me live? Have you seen the video? Do you really think that's what it shows? You are asking all the wrong questions. What should I be asking, Marta? Has anyone looked at Dr. Foite's blood work? Have they? I mean, that is the only thing that is going to make any sense here. His behaviour was... Look, there... there are projects at Sterisyn. Defence projects that could explain why he did what he did. And people there are working on... on behavioural design. It's programmable behaviour, neural design. Do you... do you understand what I'm telling you? I think he was exposed to something at the lab. -Because... -(footsteps approach) LARRY: Found it. What are you doing? That's my gun. What the hell is this? You're a potential suicide risk. No, wait a minute. How did you find...? -How did he find that? -Marta... No, no. Okay, this meeting's now over. I want you both out of here right now. -Marta... -No. He has been snooping around my house. Marta, I want to sign off here today. I want to let you get on that plane, but you have gotta help us out! Look, we have got to do our job here. Okay? We have got to go through this. I need to know that you are calm and safe before I leave here, and I need to know that you understand the rules before you get on that plane. Please, just... please, sit down and let us get through our questions. Okay. (screams, whimpers) (gasps) Jesus! What is this? What the hell is this? -Ready? -MARTA: No! -LARRY: Close. -What are you doing? Hey, get off me! -Set? -Ow! -Get the hell off me now! -LARRY: Set. (Marta groaning) LARRY: Green! No! (gun fires, glass shatters) (groaning) (grunting and groaning) (gunfire) (rapid gunfire) (grunts) (rapid gunfire continues) (panting) MAN: Gene! A runner in the basement! Go! -Connie. -DOWD: On your right. (quietly): One. Girl. (panting) (groans) (grunting and groaning) Find her. Find her! (power tool whirring) (whirring grows louder) MAN: Gene! Talk to me! (tool whirring loudly) (saw powers down) Hey. (clicking) Unless you reloaded, the gun's empty. Hey. Hey, look, look. Dr. Shearing... it's me. -I'm not here to hurt you, okay? -How did you...? -Shh, shh. -That was you. -Yes. Shh. -(gasping) Listen to me. Do you want to live? Look at me. Do you want to live? -Do you want to live? -Yes. Good. Let go of this gun. -How is this possible? -Let go. Take this. Good. Now, I need you to do exactly what I say. Listen to me. Exactly what I say. -Understand? -Yeah. Good. (footsteps, door closes) (footsteps ascending stairs) (man tumbling downstairs) AARON: Hey, Doc? I need my watch. Doc, I need that watch. Are there chems in this house? Program medication. Are they all dead? Yeah, they're dead. Look at me. Look at me. Do you have program medication here? -What? -Chems. Greens, blues-- do you have them here? -No. No. -No? -No. Here? -Yeah. -No, no. -Well, where, then? Where? Where? Where do you have them? -Where? -Where do you keep the chems? I don't know. Dr. Shearing, where are the chems? -I need the chems! -No, no. I understand, but I don't know. I... I-I-I... We... It's not something... We do virology control. So, all of that happens... We don't have medication. We... If I had any, I would give it to you. Okay, listen to me. We have less than eight minutes to clear out of here, okay? Yes. Good. 'Cause the next thing coming through that door is going to wipe us out. (panting, grunting) (radio static crackles) If you can hear me, pick up, Larry. (radio static crackles) (over radio): Larry, pick up. AARON (over radio): Hey. Sorry about the tran. What's our frame rate here? (over radio): Connie says about ten. Uh, just wrapping up. That's all we need-- a heads-up, okay? Copy that. Hey. (sighs) It's probably better you did this. (panting) (whooshing) (gasps) (glass shattering) (siren whooping) Where are we going? June. Your name is June. June Monroe-- say it. -June Monroe. -Say it. June Monroe. Now pick a place you lived. The last place you lived, a place you know. -Bethesda. -Bethesda-- that's where you live. Anybody asks, you're June Monroe from Bethesda. You lost your wallet. I'm driving you home. My name is James. James and June. -You got it? Okay. -Yeah. Is that your name? James? No. What? You don't know my name? What do you call me? What do you put on my blood work? -Five. -Five? The number five? (chuckles) You know how many times we've met? Thirteen. 13 exams over the last four years, and that's what I get-- a number? Number five. Okay. Five of what, then? -How many are we? -Program participants? That's what you call us? Uh, there were... there were nine, then six. "Participants." How did you find me? Well, what do you think? They're going to kill all of us, and then just leave you guys alone? You think your colleague just went crazy? Is that what you think? -I-I-I didn't think anything. -They wound him up -and set him loose. -I really... I really have -no idea what is going on. -Oh, what's going on is they're shutting the whole thing down. That's what's going on. Who's-who's "they"? I don't know... I don't know who... -Who were the people at the house? -No, no, no, no. -Who were they? -Look, you had... you had your turn, okay? 'Cause I don't know who they were. You've been bleeding and scoping and scraping me since the day we met. It's my turn now. I'm asking the questions, you got it? I need program meds, okay? I need program meds. -Where do you keep the chems? -I don't have any. I've already told you, we don't have them. -Bullshit. It's bullshit. -No, I really don't. -I don't... I don't have any! -It's bullshit! So, you don't know anything? So, you're just the help? That's why you have the big house and the security clearance, right? That's why they're trying so hard to kill you-- because you don't know anything. I know my job, which is science. I don't know what you do when you... when you... when you leave the lab. -None of us do. -For four years. Look, I want to get out. Would you please stop the car? -You can't be that naive. -Would you let me out the car? There's no way you're that naive. You want out? Get out. Go on, get out. You don't have any chems. You don't know where they are. You don't know anything. That's fine. Just get out. But you got a plan, right? Yeah, of course you do. You're a doctor. You've got this all worked out, don't you? What are you going to do? Huh? What are you going to do? You can't run, not alone. You don't know how. You certainly can't hide. Not from people like this, with the resources they have. You won't make it to sundown. So, what's... what's that leave you? You can go public, sure. You can go loud, call your sister. 'Cause that worked out well for you. Call some ex-roommate, call a guy that knows a guy at the "Washington Post," put it online. 'Cause you know what? You blow me off, that's the only play you've got. But you better ask yourself this: Could you ever say it loud enough or fast enough that they'd be too afraid to finish what they started? Now, I've got a plan, and it's just not that complicated. What I'm going to do is wait for the next person to show up to kill you. Maybe they can help me. (lock clicks) So go for it. LEONARD (voice-over): I had no choice. I had to get out of there. (sirens wailing) No, I had to get out of there. No. Nobody. I have no idea. You have to understand. All the work at Outcome, all those tests-- the burn rates, dosage panels, tissue stress-- I mean, that is us tuning chemistry. We don't fabricate anything. That happens downstream. Wait, what's that mean-- "downstream"? It means you need live virus to seed adhesion. Cultures are highly reactive. You have to process on-site, and we would never do it here. Okay. On-site, where? Where? Where we hold the virus? Yes. Yeah, well, we can't drive there. Where is it? Manila. The Philippines. Where do you stand with your dosage? I have 300 milligrams of blues. It's not even enough for another day. I haven't had a full green in 51 hours, which is strange, 'cause I don't feel physically degraded. But we'll see. Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say you're still taking greens? What are you talking about? You were viraled off physical medication last year. What?! Jesus. They viraled everyone off greens eight months ago. They infected you with live virus, which means that, physically, you're stable. You don't need to take greens. They locked it in. Any... any physical enhancement is now permanent. So... so you... you infected me? When was this? When...? What...? Is this when I was sick? The mystery flu-- that was you? Uh, well, it... it wasn't me. -I didn't do it. -That was you. That was on purpose, right? When I almost died. I'm sorry, but it wasn't me. Why am I still taking green pills, then? I don't know. I-I-I... I thought you'd stopped. (laughing): Why am I asking... why am I asking you anything? Oh, to keep us on a leash, right? Is that it-- to keep a hold on us? To keep us dependent? Who tells you that this is okay? No one... I do... Who says it's okay? I do research. I design. I survey. I don't... I don't administer meds. I don't make policy. No, you just load the gun. Oh, God. Look, I was there for the science. We were all there for... for science. (smacking car hood) And I know you don't care, but I made a huge sacrifice. I couldn't publish. I couldn't conference. I couldn't tell a single person what it was I did. But I thought I was... I thought I was helping my country, and I know that's... Hey. Tell me you can viral off blues. Can you viral off blues? Theoretically, yes. Yeah. Pills allow for temporary adhesion. Okay. To lock it in, you need live culture-- live virus. You know how to do that? Do you know how to do that? -Yes. -Okay. Yes, but I told you, it's on the other side of the planet. Well, guess where we're going. WOMAN (voice-over): Welcome to Washington. Welcome to Candent World Headquarters. We want to make sure that over the next few days, you have a chance to connect with the people who've made Sterisyn Morlanta the crown jewel in the Candent group of companies. Final phase three testing approval is expected this month for both reQuiel and Supressolyn. Confidence is high that we're coming in on schedule, and we want to be ready. We know the market's eager. We know, globally, the kind of... What the hell don't I know about this? Oh, you're directing that at me? That was a D-Trac team we sent in there. I don't know what that means. It means they're good at what they do. Well, I was told that they were missing. They don't just go missing. What didn't you tell us about this woman? Nothing. She is who she is. There's nothing to tell. You vetted her up and down. Then what the hell are we looking at? INGRAM: She has a registered gun. (scoffs) They knew that going in. She's got building permits. Uh, propane, welding tanks. -Stray bullet? -You want to keep guessing? We've got to get in there. I've got a dozen people waiting on the perimeter. -We don't control the site? -DITA: Not yet. -Getting the picture now? -BYER: Okay, stop, stop. I can't run this from here. I need a crisis suite. I need integrated grids and comms. I need all of it. NSA or Pentagon or Liberty Crossing-- I don't care. Just get me something now. Pack up your codes and your drives, whatever else you're going to need. We're going to move, and we're going to stay there. Dita, how am I putting a net over that house? -There's locals all over it. -We go with germs. She took samples from work. Pathogens, viruses. It's national security. Good. Okay, I like that. It plays. Now, get it out there. Get it out there. Come on, let's go. Let's go. (snaps fingers) Everybody find another gear, okay? 'Cause I want to be out of here in 20. MARTA: So, let's say you want to change the human body. You want to fix a mistake. You want to repair something, improve something. Well, if you're going to reprogram human genetic material, you need a delivery system, and nothing works better than virus. It's like a suitcase. You-you-you... you pack in genetic mutation, infect the body, and the vector unloads into the target cells. But getting it where you want it, how you want it... is the nightmare. Unless you have a map. There was this terrible accident at Fort Detrick in 1985. Five researchers dropped dead in the lab, and it was... it was such a catastrophe that they brought in Dan Hillcott from Stanford to assess the damage. And he... he got in there, and he realized that underneath it all was this incredible breakthrough in viral-receptor mapping. He had a map. You've had some very minor alterations made to two different chromosomes. The green side, the physical side, is nothing more than a one and a half percent rise in your mitochondrial protein uptake. But with one and a half percent, you see this immediate increase in cellular tempo, muscle efficiency, oxygenation. And the blue side? Intelligence, obviously, but it's more than that. It's neural regeneration and elasticity. Sensory function, pain suppression. It's the most exciting development in genomic targeting in the history of the science. (indistinct radio communication) -MAN: We're closing out, sir! -(indistinct chatter) Oh, my God. Hey. How do I get monitor 71 up on the big screen? Coming up. They found a body. They're pretty sure it's a woman, and it's not Marta Shearing. They found dog tags. They think she was shot. (knocks softly) -Hey. -Hey. Marta, I, uh... You can't call anyone. There are people that care about you that think you're dead. And there's nothing you can do about it. Anyone you contact becomes a target. So, you need to put aside any normal emotional response that you have. The only edge we've got right now is they think we're both gone. All right? All right. So... you're going to want to go through this. Just... you know, just be familiar with it. June Monroe. Who is June Monroe? You are. (chuckles softly) Do you know her? Not anymore. Why do you have to stay enhanced? Why is it so important to you? Come here. Wh-what is this? This was me. Was. My Army recruiter... was looking to make his quota. He added 12 points to my IQ. 12 points to make the minimum. Hmm. You ever seen a cognitive degrade, Marta? Sensory withdrawal? You ever do that? Pull someone's blues and watch them drop off their meds? -No. -Because they paint a pretty graphic picture in training. Hell of a long way to fall. If I can't keep it together, we won't make it. -They bit. -Who? "Washington Post." Just flagged an e-mail. They're going with the story about the possible theft of the dangerous materials from the lab. Wow, they took it. They already flagged a DWI conviction. That's convenient. TURSO: They found another body. One of ours. They're picking up shell casings all over the place. I don't think your doctor's in there. (camera winding) (shutter clicks) (winding) (shutter clicks) (winding) (panting, sniffing) (barking) Let's go. Let's go. Boarding pass and I.D., please. (indistinct announcement over P.A.) -Thank you. -Thank you. Boarding pass and I.D., please. (cell phone ringing) Where are you? AARON: I'm right behind you. Don't turn around. You're going to stay right here until it's time to board, okay? You're doing great. You see that corridor on your right? You're going to want to find somebody who's walking that way and just tag along. Keep moving, keep your head down, and I'll see you on the plane. Aaron? Hello? The trail is definitive and fresh. The canine team tracked her from her house through this wooded area, ending here at this little parking lot. Either she had a car waiting for her, or somebody picked her up. There are security cameras on the street, but there's nothing back here. There's got to be satellite footage. Maryland's not exactly a high-value U.S. target. There'll be plenty of weather imaging, but we're going to have to swing a little wider to find something real-time that's enhanceable. We're draining some foreign platforms. -We need about an hour. -Come on. She's not pulling this off on her own. Who the hell is helping her? (newscast playing indistinctly) REPORTER: The FBI this morning confirmed reports that Dr. Albert Hirsch died of heart failure in a Washington, DC hotel. Dr. Hirsch had been expected to testify yesterday before a Senate Intelligence committee. That select committee is investigating links between a troubled CIA program known as Treadstone and this man-- Jason Bourne. Police and federal officials are searching for Bourne in connection with recent shootings in New York and in London. Dr. Hirsch had been cooperating with the Justice Department and was in protective custody at the time of the incident. A committee spokesman told reporters last night that the hearings will be postponed temporarily as they evaluate the loss of Doctor... WOMAN (over P.A.): American Airlines Flight 3823 to Washington Dulles will be delayed 30 minutes. American Airlines Flight 3823 to Washington Dulles will be delayed 30 minutes. Hi, folks. Just gonna remind you to keep the aisles here clear of any baggage -during takeoff and landing. -Excuse me. Thank you. Oh. Pardon me, sir. Sir, do you need help finding your seat? Sir? No, no, I-I got it. You see those two shadows? One of them is her. That's the parking lot. One of them stops. Then here comes the car. -Where is this from? -It's a Canadian Forestry satellite. Okay, here comes the other one into the car, and there, there they go. -Where? -We lose them east. Our window drops out about two miles up the road. But we've got the silhouette. We've got surveillance footage, racked and ready to go. We're gonna split teams, find this car and link up a trail. With a 17-hour head start? Where the hell can she go? We're looking for a Buick LeSabre 2002. I've got an NIA/Homeland warrant, that's why. (urgent chatter) Well, you give us what you have... ...passengers. It's an '02 burgundy LeSabre starting west from Lisbon, Maryland. Tolls, exits, service stations. Give me every camera you've got. I'm seeing an FBI camera bin on my list here. No, no, traffic only. West, Lisbon-- L-I-S-B-O-N. Yes, we want all of that and the toll cams. We want everything. We'll take them all. Whatever hits you have, send them on. We will work on sorting them out. DITA (voice-over): Wilmington, Delaware. This is our car, the LeSabre. We see it coming into the structure. Goes under, comes back around, and it parks here. But it doesn't come out. This is inside. It's four minutes after arrival. It's her. Do we know what she's doing? She was having her passport picture taken. DITA: Logan, Hartford, LaGuardia, Kennedy, Philly, Newark, Dulles, Reagan. We start with yesterday morning; that is our wedge. We clear that, and then we move up the clock. (electronic bells chime over P.A.) (woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.) She wants to know if you want Hartford, 'cause she can get it. Blue coat, second row. She's got a red bag. Which one? I have four. All right, I have TSA Authorization one, six, nine and 12. Airports given, all departures. Yes, the international terminal first. We're almost there. So, check out the newsstand. There. Mm, I don't know. Logan has a face we need to look at, but there's kids. Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on. Stop. Where is this? -Kennedy. -Okay. (people chattering, horns honking) I've never been here at night. I don't know the rules. There are no rules, okay? We belong here. Come on. Hey, how are you? Good evening. Dr. Shearing and I are here to open up the lab, please. Sir? What's all this? Hi, how are you? Dr. Shearing! Dr. Shearing. Hey, it's me, Joseph. Joseph! H-Hello, how are you? I'm good, I'm good. Welcome back. Thanks. I'm sorry. I just don't have you on my list arriving. Oh, that's because we had to change our schedule. Yeah, we took an earlier flight. Joseph, I'm Dr. Brundage, by the way. It's nice to meet you. Oh, pleased to meet you, too, but Dr. Pumaloy is not here. He went to Singapore. He just left yesterday. The girls have gone home. -No one told me anything. -Ah, right. Well, I understand. Uh, well, look, we're gonna be here all week and we have a lot of work to do, so we need to get in there tonight and get things started, okay? Yeah, of course. It's just that... You can call Dr. Pumaloy if you want. I just don't want to put you on the spot. Oh, no, no, we don't have to do that. Okay, great. It's just the two of you? Yeah. Yes, correct. Correct. Yes, I will hold. Get it up there. Put that up on the big screen. Yes, I'm here. Good. Where? I need an immediate upload on that passenger manifest. I know. Here she is. I'm putting her back on. Manila. She took American 167 to Manila. She landed 45 minutes ago. (machines clattering) (woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.) -Aaron. -Hmm? You okay? BYER (voice-over): There's 243 people on that plane. We're going to scope every one of them right now. So pick a face that you like, pull it down, and deselect it if you've cleared it. If there is anything that smells wrong to you, if there's a hair out of place that you don't like, you do not clear it. You flag it and you send it over to data, and we'll check it out. (voice-over): We have to be working off the same grid. That's Homeland 9.5. If you don't pull that access, raise your hand; Colonel Hardy's going to come over and sort you out. So, this is it, huh? Yeah. Okay. -What the hell are we into, Terry? -I don't know. It's your shop. What is going on over there? What did I say? I don't know. Well, how many trips has she made over there? Five, six, I don't know. Why the Philippines? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Seat 13-B. Karl D. Brundage, 13-B. I need support staff to clear the room. Stand up and walk! Now! Jack, Cathy, move! -Let's go. -JACK: Yes, ma'am. TURSO (voice-over): Who the hell is he? BYER: He's an Outcome agent. That's Outcome 5. WARD: They're not dead? I thought they were dead! BYER: Yeah, he's supposed to be dead. TURSO: Then what's he doing there? -I don't know. -He's looking for meds. What?! That's where the chems come from. (voice-over): What else would he be doing? INGRAM: She's got to be helping him. TURSO: But how? How is that possible? BYER: I don't know how. I don't care. He's alive, they're there. "How" doesn't really matter, does it? The only mission we've got now is to drop a bag over this. Are the drugs he's looking for there or not? Jesus, I don't-- T-Terry? No, no, there's nothing there. (voice-over): We haven't made a run in 16 weeks. Besides, we wouldn't store the pills there, anyway. It's basically a kitchen, and we tweak the recipe and we bake up a batch when we need it. Then what the hell are they doing?! The stems are there. She's going to try to viral him out. Thank you. Mack. Yeah? Plant office, Mackie speaking. WARD (over phone): Mr. Mackie, this is Terrance Ward. I'm the Senior Vice-President for Candent Precision Metrics. I'm calling from Maryland. Yes, sir. We have a potential security incident. I just posted two photographs on the company network. I need to know if either of these two people have tried to enter... (over phone): Yeah, we're on it. Excuse me? Yeah, we're on the case. We're just here now trying to figure out who to call. Our gatehouse just passed in two doctors. I think one of them might be that woman from your shoot-out over there. (over phone): Well, where are they now? Well, we keep all of our client labs downstairs, so we're assuming they've gone into the basement. I just sent a couple of boys down to check it out. No, no. No, no. Withdraw your team. Lock the lab and keep them down there. Do not try to take him. (door closes) MARTA: Hello? -Hey, how you doing? -Can I help you? You alone down here? Aaron? Hey, hey, guys. You can't be down here. Do you have clearance for this level? Nobody's supposed to be down here. Well, I'm supposed to be down here; I'm Dr. Shearing. We're in the middle of a sampling audit. It is not safe for you guys to be here. No, no, we can straighten this out upstairs. -Hey, put-- Don't touch that. -Let's pack it up, let's go. -Look, nobody touch anything. -Come on, just follow us. I'm not gonna sit here and argue with you. I'm gonna call your boss and we're gonna figure it out. -Watch her. -Hey, hold on a second. (grunts) (grunts) I'm going to get my bag. We gotta go. Okay. Wait. This way. -I don't know where this goes. -Just open it. Okay. (scanner buzzes) -(scanner buzzes) -Step back. Lock it down! Hey, you, you, with me. Come on, come on, come on. -Is that locked? -Yes, sir. No one in, no one out. Do you understand? Hey, what happened to those three guys you sent downstairs?! Shit. Come with me. You stay there, okay? -Stay there. -Yes, sir. We belong here. (machines clattering) Coming through. (woman speaking native language) (gunfire, steam hissing, people screaming) (alarm blaring) (machines powering down) MACKIE: You, go and get everyone else! Tell them to go around the front. Go through the eastern doors, move around the front. (alarm continues blaring) -(crowd clamouring) -Move! Hey! (shouting) Move, move, move, move! Hey! I need that gate shut! Hey, you! Listen! Go down to the main gate! Do you understand? No one in, no one out. Hey, what are you doing?! Just get down to the main gate with everyone else... (grunts) All right, get back! Stay back! Give him some room. (clamouring continues) All right, give me some room. Give him some room, please. He's going to need a doctor. Security. Security! Over here, please. (sirens approaching) Over here. Sir, can you hear me? Sir! (clamouring continues) He can't get far. If he didn't viral out, he's gonna run out of brain. And, if he did, then he's gonna be too sick to move. So, we just have to find him fast and kill him, once and for all. Can we talk about LARX? LARX? LARX-3 is in Bangkok. It's a two-hour flight. Wait a minute. Just hang on, here. I thought that was just a proposal. Get him out there. DITA (voice-over): LARX is a beta-2 stem program. Amped mission fidelity, minimized empathy. VENDEL: It's Treadstone without the inconsistency, Outcome without the emotional noise. WARD: It's looking very strong for us. DITA: We have never seen evaluations like this. This went from something I don't know about to something on the drawing board, and now you're telling me it's up and running? It's up and running. Consider yourself informed. SMOOTH MUSIC Bro. It's Pamela. SMOOTH MUSIC (SLURPS) # You know we get down with all the cyber moms. # One of them told me I was hot right now like Tiger Balm. # One of them said, 'Larz, you a teen heart-throb ` # 'make my baby faint; make a tween's heart stop.' # (GRUNTS, RETCHES) Ewww. He's a bit of a grossie, eh? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) < (GRUNTS) Is that your friend? Him? (CHUCKLES) Nah. < (RETCHES) Ooh. (shallow panting, ragged breathing) (traffic noises distort and echo) (coughing) (distorted conversations) (heart beating slowly) (door opens) HILLCOTT (voice-over): Are you comfortable? AARON (voice-over): Yes, sir. HILLCOTT: You don't look comfortable. No, sir. HILLCOTT: What's your name? Kenneth James. Full name, Kenneth. Kenneth... J-James... Kitsom. They have a room. (panting) Can you walk? Yeah? Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Yeah. (breathing with difficulty) (TV playing quietly) (Aaron grunting) HILLCOTT (voice-over): Where are you from, Kenneth? AARON: Uh, when? HILLCOTT: Before you enlisted. AARON (over monitor): Berwin. HILLCOTT: Is that a town? Berwin... It's a state home. What state? AARON: In-in Reno. Is this a test? Yes, it is. If I pass, can I stay here? Do you want to stay? Yes, sir. That's good to know. (grunting) Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh. Okay. -Okay... -(Aaron grunting) Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh. Okay, just lie still. Just... Aaron-- yeah. (panting, grunting) What? There's $40,000 in the lining of my jacket. In this bag, there are passports. Two blanks and three ghosts, that guy's watch. There's other things, okay? You take it. Look at me. You can make it. You're a warrior. You can make it. Okay? Stay small. No airports. Just blend in like you know, okay? Shh-shh-shh-shh... shh. (whispering): You've done enough for me. Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh. Please go. You've done enough for me. (jet engines whining) Everything's in the car. (overlapping voices speaking various languages over radio) (siren wailing in distance) (indistinct radio communication) (man speaking foreign language over radio) (phones ringing) (urgent chatter) AARON (voice-over): Is this a test? HILLCOTT: Yes, it is. AARON: If I pass, can I stay here? HILLCOTT: Do you want to stay? (gasping) (panting) (grunts) Paracetamol, 500 milligrams. Four times a day, huh? (speaking native language) -Uh, for free. -Okay. -This is free. -Okay, good. (indistinct police radio communication) I'll be right back. (speaking native language) (officers shouting) (speaking native language) (zips bag) Aaron, run...! (officers speaking native language) (officers shouting) (whistles blowing) (officers shouting) (officers speaking native language) "Where are you?" "Was that the signal?" They're asking for confirmation. Okay. TRANSLATOR: "You went too soon." No. "We went too soon." Come on. (people chattering, baby crying) (speaking native language) (grunts) (whistles blowing in distance) (whistle blowing) (officers shouting) (grunts, yells) (officers shouting) (gasping) (indistinct radio communication) (officers shouting) Shh. (TV playing quietly) (speaking native language) It's okay. (shouting anxiously) (grunts) (shouting) Police! Police! (shouting frantically) (officers shouting) (gunshot) Get down! (grunting) (gunshot) (gun clicks) You okay? Yeah. Good. Come on. (people chattering) (officers speaking native language) (car horn honks) (sirens wailing) (whistle blowing) (whimpers) -(people shouting) -AARON: Get down. Get down. Climb over. Go. Get over. Get over. Get over. Get over. Hang on tight. (grunts) Go! Go! Ready? Let go. (grunting) (grunts) (siren whoops) Okay. Take this. Just keep walking. Don't look back. Go. Go. (motorcycle engine rumbling) (engine revs) Hey! -(man yelling) -(bicycle bell ringing) (shouting) (engine starts) (tyres squeal) Hey, hey. Get on. You ever ridden before? -No. -Take this. Police! Police! Hang on tight and follow me, okay? Stay with me. (sirens wailing) -(gasps) -(man yelling) (grunts) (Marta gasps, whimpers) (horn honking) (siren warbling) (tyres squeal) He's got a gun! (screeching) Keep your head down. It's not a cop. (gasps, grunts) (truck horn blaring) (people screaming) (screams) Aaron! (whimpering) (screaming) (tyres squealing) (engine rumbling) (grunts) (sirens wailing) (siren wailing) (grunting) (officer yells) (passengers murmuring) (people yelling) -(Marta gasps) -(sirens whooping) (man yelling) (people screaming) (woman screams) (yells and groans) (truck horn blaring) (horn honking) -(tyres squeal) -(horn honks) (man screams) -(grunts) -(tyres screech) (man shouting) -(horn honking) -(gunfire) -(Aaron groans) -(people screaming) (engine revving) (gunfire) (people screaming) (pained grunting) (indistinct chatter) (gasps) You've been shot. It's all right. Pull over. Pull over. Just have to get to the water. -Check that for me. -How long is that going to take? -Come on. -DITA: We'll get back to you. Anything? DITA: No. VENDEL: Cops are out. They lost the trail. Aaron! (screams) (Marta grunts) Aaron! Aaron! Aaron! Aaron! (engine stops) (groaning, gasping) You okay? You okay? -Yeah? -Yeah. (panting) (man speaks native language) Can you help us? Please? Should be up there now. He said it's the room where they spent the night. (sighs) VOSEN (voice-over): Well, we had a problem with Treadstone six years ago. Uh, the Blackbriar program, detailed in the operations report you have before you, was activated solely to capture a Treadstone operative gone rogue. (reporters clamouring) REPORTER: Pam, what are you going to do? ATTORNEY: We have nothing for you now. I don't know Pamela Landy's reasons for criminally assisting an enemy of the United States, but the fact is, she lacked the operational clearance to, uh, access, much less interpret, the information you have in the classified file before you. MAN: Pam, there's a rumour you're going to be indicted. -Is it true? Can you comment? -Have you been subpoenaed? ATTORNEY: We're here voluntarily. We came for a meeting. WOMAN: Have you had any contact with Jason Bourne? Did you receive a target letter or not? Are we going to see you tomorrow? VOSEN (voice-over): I just thank God that there were hands steady enough to make sure that the documents she tried to shop to the press, uh, were contained before they could do any more harm than they already have. WOMAN: Are you still scheduled to appear at the House Intelligence Committee? Yes, I am. Look, anything else is going to have to come from my attorneys, okay? MAN: Do you regret your earlier statement? I regret a lot of things. I'm not sure that one's on the list. Thank you, guys. (reporters clamouring) (speaking native language) (conversing in local language) -Hey. -Hey. Are we lost? No. Just looking at our options. Mm. I was kind of hoping we were lost. # Extreme ways are back again # Extreme places I didn't know # I broke everything new again # Everything that I'd owned # I threw it out the windows, came along # # Extreme ways I know # Will part the colours of my sea # # All perfect colouring # Extreme ways that help me # They help me out late at night # # Extreme places I had gone # That never seen any light # Oh, dirty basements, dirty noise # # Dirty places coming through # Extreme worlds alone # Well, did you ever like it then? # # Well, I would stand in line for this # # Oh, yeah # There's always room in life for this # # Oh... - # Oh, baby, oh, baby -# Oh, baby, oh, baby # # Then it fell apart, it fell apart # - # Oh, baby, oh, baby -# Oh, baby, oh # # Then it fell apart, it fell apart # # Extreme sounds that told me # They helped me out late at night # # I didn't have much to say # I didn't give up the light # I close my eyes, I close myself # # I close my world # I never open up to anything # That could cut me at all # I had to close down everything # # I had to close down my mind # Too many things could cut me # Too much could make me blind # I've seen so much in so many places # # So many heartaches, so many faces # # So many dirty things # You couldn't even believe # I would stand in line for this # # There's always room in life for this # # Oh... - # Oh, baby, oh, baby -# Oh, baby, oh, baby # # Then it fell apart, it fell apart # - # Oh, baby, oh, baby -# Oh... # # Then it fell like stars, it fell like stars # # Like it always does, yeah. #