Sight Unseen

The person who paid to have me killed

is still out there.

Kye, I was sleepwalking.

Can we just look at your security cameras?

What's it like being in my sister's head?

She's...

opened up my world.

- She helps people. - Sometimes.

Jake's getting transferred

to some mystery temporary assignment.

He's gonna be leaving.

Maybe for good.

So, what do you want me to do about it?

Tess, he's asking you what you think.

Uh...

Help!

Help!

911, what's your emergency?

I-I... I need help.

Please, I'm trapped.

What is your address, sir?

I don't know...

I...

I can't get out. I can't see.

What's your name, sir?

Sir?

What's your name?

Sir?

I've counted at least half a dozen people entering

as residents were leaving.

If our concierge isn't at the front desk,

then security is abysmal.

I need another coffee.

Have you been staring at those screens all night?

- No. - You need to unplug that computer.

Are you kidding me? Thank God, I'm seeing this.

How does Kye feel about you seeing that?

What's important

is the risk assessment that I am doing.

Did you steal his password?

Sunny...

Rigby's murder is solved.

You don't need to be afraid anymore.

Avery, I want you on a 911 call.

We have a male victim bleeding from a head wound,

and from what we can tell,

he's locked inside a sealed oil drum.

And I thought I felt trapped.

Let's walk.

My guess is the perpetrator thought the victim was dead,

smashed his cellphone,

and threw it in with him.

We need to figure out where this man is before he dies.

Why not just geo the phone, pinpoint his location?

They're having trouble triangulating the call.

There's issues with false connections,

and it's damaged.

One more thing...

he's a John Doe.

The caller has no memory of who he is.

What?

When's the last time you had a day off?

What are you, a cop?

Turn off your screens and get some sleep.

No! What about the fish in the barrel?

It's a phone call, there's nothing to "see".

Look, I can help you.

- I-I... - Sunny, I got this...

and you are taking a break.

Bloody hell.

Hmm.

Brunette. 5'10".

Three bad of groceries, huh?

You've got to get me out of here.

We're going to do everything we can

to help you, sir.

My name is Tess Avery,

I'm a consultant with the Metro PD.

It's hard to breathe.

I understand.

How much battery life is left on your phone?

It says 40%.

And when you open recent calls,

can you tell me the numbers

of the last calls going in or out?

It's empty.

There are no calls.

What about your contacts list?

Anybody in there?

No. Nothing.

- Okay. - That's weird.

Maybe we can do a video call.

The camera's broken.

Tell me about your injury.

There's blood everywhere.

Sounds like he might have been shot.

What? Who's that?

It's Detective Leo Li, sir.

Rae's on the way to access his condition.

Oh, God, I'm gonna die in here.

Sir, whatever happened to you, you have survived,

so I need you to focus right now

and help me get you out of there, okay?

Can you describe yourself to me?

I have a shaved head,

I'm a big guy,

I'm White.

What about your clothes? What are you wearing?

Jeans,

construction boots,

a jacket.

What can you tell me about your surroundings?

Can you hear anything?

I hear a loud vibration.

And heavy machinery moving.

Can you remember anything at all...

even the smallest detail...

from right before this happened?

I'm sorry...

No...

Hey, Tess.

Sir, we have our doctor here, Dr. Rae Brampton.

She's going to ask you a few questions now, okay?

Hi, sir, I just want to get a better understanding

of your condition.

Do you recall taking any medications?

I don't know.

Do you feel nauseous?

Yeah, I feel sick.

Okay.

Can you take two fingers

and place them on the inside of your wrist

and find your pulse?

Oh, it's racing.

When I tell you, I want you to start counting the beats out loud, okay?

Ready... go.

So you think it's a gunshot wound?

Well, someone stuffed him inside a drum.

You can bet he got a bullet to the brain beforehand.

Well, regardless of the cause of the injury,

the head can pose any number of problems...

seizures, loss of consciousness,

internal bleeding...

How long do you think he has?

By the sounds of it, he should be dead already.

It's anyone's guess.

- Thanks, Rae. - I'm here if you need me.

What do you figure?

Well, he hears a loud vibration,

heavy equipment,

he's got construction boots on.

He's got to be on a construction site.

Yeah, or in a warehouse,

or a shipping yard.

Nothing yet from Missing Persons?

No one with his description

has been reported in the past 48 hours.

His phone's empty.

Sounds like a burner.

That's my upstairs neighbour.

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I'm so dizzy.

You're not going to fall asleep on us, okay?

It's the fumes,

they're getting to me.

What fumes?

The oil.

I think it's in the sand.

There's sand inside the drum?

Yeah, at my feet.

Can you sift through it?

I want to make sure there's nothing buried in there,

maybe your wallet.

There's nothing but sand...

Hold on...

I feel something!

It's cold.

Metal.

It's a gun.

Run your hand along the side,

you'll find a serial number imprinted there.

We need that number.

- Hey. - Hey.

You still use your phone for gaming, right?

Yeah...

- What's up? - I got this emergency caller,

he's got 40% battery left on his phone.

Reception is bad.

How long do you think he has on that phone?

Four to five hours,

depending on the phone,

and if it's constantly searching for a signal,

- it could be less. - And I guess even worse

if he's trapped inside a metal drum.

- Are you serious? - Yeah, not this guy's best day.

Where is he?

I don't know yet.

The CO2 level's what you need to be concerned about.