The Last Frontier

My name is Frank Remnick.

R-E-M-N-I-C-K.

I'm the Supervisory Deputy US Marshal for the District of Alaska

and I'm gonna be briefly addressing the situation

- unfolding in the Yukon Flats-- - A bit louder.

Won't be taking any questions.

So, at roughly 0700 yesterday morning,

a narrow-body jet aircraft made a crash landing

24 miles north of Eagle Summit

and 14 miles northwest of Circle.

We estimate the debris field spans two miles.

Details are scarce at the moment,

but what I can confirm is that this aircraft was a JPATS prison transport

moving 52 federal inmates across the country

along with a further eight security staff.

We're still trying to account for survivors,

but there are survivors, and they are dangerous.

The marshals, along with the Fairbanks PD and Alaska State Troopers,

are working to contain the situation which is developing.

Now, as I'm sure you're all aware,

cellular and data communications are down across the Tanana Valley,

which is why we're asking local print and media to get the word out.

Notify the public.

You know, please avoid the crash site.

If you can stay inside, please do, okay?

And stay away from strangers.

You know, I understand there are a lot of hard miles

between Fairbanks and the crash site, but…

these are dangerous federal inmates

who are not afraid to take property or hostages.

So let's lock up, batten down and stay safe. Okay?

- That's all. - Frank, wait.

- What about your wife? Was Sarah taken? - Can you tell us who was on the radio?

Who was on the radio?

- Give it! - Give it back.

- It's my turn! - You're such an asshole!

Hey! Watch your language.

Jake, give him…

Rum-Rum, can you please stop with the radio?

You said to find the weather.

- Why do you have to be so annoying? - Hey! Can you two stop it back there?

Lara!

Lock the doors!

No, no, no. No. Listen.

Let me in!

Get away or I'll shoot.

I said get away.

The police.

- I've got money. Take the cash. - What is he doing?

- Please. Take it. - Holy shit…

- It's all yours. I swear. - …that's a lot of money.

I won't hurt you. Please.

Take me to the police.

Havlock abducted the marshal's wife?

Damn it, Sid. Remnick is the gatekeeper of that cow town.

We need him helping you and not out hunting for his wife.

He's gonna use the wife as leverage. Make a ransom request.

- That could help us. - Sid,

I am briefing the Assistant AG for National Security in under an hour.

- I need results, not strategies. - Why was he on that transport?

Why not send Havlock to Humphreys?

South Korea and Japan are a lot fucking closer than Alaska.

Why bring him home?

You know I cannot discuss details.

This is about the breach.

Our analysts confirmed he accessed the Agency's database

through one of our backup servers.

Why? What was he looking for?

Not looking. Found.

Havlock took a classified file known as "Archive 6."

Archive 6?

What is Archive 6?

It's our playbook.

It's an inventory of every enemy we've had terminated with lethal action

under the Atwater Protocol, including pending and current targets.

So he's coming after the Agency?

If the archive is exposed,

if he trades it or sells it, the fallout will be catastrophic.

You gotta find him, Sid.

Find Havlock.

- Hey. Hey. - Find the Archive or--

- I gotta call you back. - Yeah, you gotta call me back.

Now you need to start fucking talking right now.

Right… Right now, okay?

Why is he here, and why does he have my wife?

- This wasn't my mission. - This isn't a fucking mission, okay?

This is my life. My wife, the person I love most in the world,

has been taken, and I want to know why.

Because the CIA fucked up.

The op to bring Havlock home went south.

And I'm here to clean it up.

You're gonna clean it up, are you? Yeah? You told me to shoot him.

You tried to kill him yourself.

- He said he doesn't trust you. - We're spies. We lie.

Oh, so I shouldn't believe you either, is that it?

- Listen, if you wanna doubt my loyalty… - Huh?

…get in line, but I can guarantee you

I'm the only shot you have at getting your wife back.

Then tell me, okay? What do we do now?

Right now. What do we do?

- We wait for him to make contact. - You want me to wait?

We offer an exchange. Your wife is leverage.

He's not gonna hurt her.

And you know this how? Huh?

That's right.

You're the one that trained him.

You don't have to like me to accept my help.

But you need my help.

Start with the cell tower, okay? We know he was there.

Set a perimeter.

Issue a BOLO for Sarah's car.

We lost Donnie to this son of a bitch, Hutch.

I'm not gonna lose my wife.

- All right, you good? - Yeah.

- All right. Do it. - Where are you headed to?

I'm gonna get this party started.

The tip line's up. NTSB's on-site.

Also, I spoke to Ganz, he's working with AT&T to get us a mobile tower.

- Good. Anything from Havlock? - Nothing yet,

- but we're monitoring the radios. - Stay off channel two.

- It was channel two last time. Okay? - Yeah.

Supervisory Deputy Remnick?

Deputy Marshal Steven Cole.

- Seattle Fugitive Task Force. - Nice.

Listen, you point the way, you let us hunt.

It's not that simple. We need ATVs, we need snow machines.

We need to truck it all in.

We don't have running water or cell coverage, let alone fuel.

Shit, I thought you cowboys all rode horses.

Yeah. Jane, this is Cole. Cole, Jane.

Listen, actually there is something you can do for me.

Can you pull everything we have on an inmate named Henry Dale Sickler?

- Sickler? Copy. - Yeah.

- He a high priority? - Well, not anymore. He turned himself in.

He surrendered himself to a lady this morning. Paid her cash.

Okay. One less shitbag to look for.

He could have killed her, taken the truck and fled.

He didn't. Let's just pull his abstract.

Let's make sure we're not missing anything, all right? And welcome.

- Copy. Hey, Frank? - Yeah?

Heard about your wife.

She's in my prayers.

We're gonna ruin the son of a bitch who took her.

Stay off channel two.

Got it.

Jane,

how the fuck are we gonna feed all these people?

- Frank. - Oh. Yep.

Erin, so sorry I had to send a car.

- No, please. I haven't slept all night. - No, I get it.

- You heard from the kids? - No, we haven't.

But we confirmed from the school that they left together.

- Oh, my God. - We're gonna trace their cell phones.

- How is this even happening? - I don't know.

The last thing we heard was they stopped for fuel

- on the Old Nenana Highway. - Yep.

- Fuck, I know where they're going. - Your cabin?

- Yeah. How do you know about that? - The whole town knows, Frank.

It's okay. If anything, they would've got there…

They left at noon, they would've got there before the storm set in.

So that's why they haven't called.

Jane, can you send a brownshirt up there?

Frank! It's Sarah.

We have a lead. They were at your house.

Where is she, huh? What's going on? Where is she?

Your neighbor saw him in the driveway. It was him.

Frank, you gotta see this.

Looks like he was making a recording.

Probably with demands or proof of life.

But the tape's missing.

We think that he got into your computer to access the marshals' database.

The flight's passenger manifest.

And he also went through your personal things.

Your clothing, your gun safe.

Fuck.

Everyone out. Come on, everyone out.

Clear it out.

You stay.

All right, they were here. All night. Why?

He's gearing up. For a journey.

He could have taken anyone's clothes, anyone's weapons. Why mine?

And why make a recording and not leave a tape?

He's watching you, Frank.

He wants to understand you. He wants to…

see what's important to you. How you react.

That hers?

Yeah, she wore it as a necklace.

It's fake.

I proposed to her when I was broke. I wanted to put a real one on,

but she would never let me take out a loan for a rock.

We'll find the tape. We'll find your wife.

I promise she's safe.

And I wish I believed you.

Frank, hi.

Hi.

He…

He has demands.

You know this a crime scene.

Yeah, I'm hungry.

Yeah, you could be eating evidence.