Do you ever struggle with how to explain this job
to your parents?
-Who's the hooker? -Me.
You know that I can do this.
This is not Quantico.
Can you get me up there?
Yeah, I could do that.
[stabbing, grunting]
[screams]
Sanitation workers found her.
Beaten. Stabbed.
She was my responsibility, and I killed her.
[Frank] We do what we do and sometimes the heavens fall.
[thunder rumbling]
[pounds on table]
You did what with my targeting mechanism?
What do you think we're doing here, Jurgen?
Jigsaw puzzles and s'mores?
This is PELEUS, not summer camp.
The mandate has always been for defensive weaponry!
You think the Defense Department is for defense?
What we've built here --
what happens when it gets into the wrong hands?
We make what the Pentagon tells us to make, period.
And it's called PELEUS, Jurgen --
Projectile Engineering Lab.
Nerd fight.
[Leslie] We need a slogan.
"If it flies, they dies."
You think this is a joke, Leslie?
I think these chips are a joke.
No salt? What the hell's the point?
Loo-- relax. Jurgen.
We did what we said we were gonna do.
Now all we got to do is show it to the generals
and we all get a vacay.
Jurgen ain't gonna make it.
What do you mean?
I like Jurgen.
I do.
They been recruiting goobs like him at this place for 50 years,
but things are different now.
The world is different.
It's like plotting the trajectory
of a Lorenz attractor in phase space.
I get it. Great at sports, not so good at math?
Hey, I aced pre-calc.
Okay, genius.
Um, let me "pre-calc" it for you.
Unintended consequences.
The things we do here,
they don't just blow up over there.
They can blow up right here --
in a mall, at a concert, in a school.
Jurgen's not exactly wrong. He's just a little --
Little what?
Late.
[door opens]
What's up?
Harry and Ryan found whiskey in the radio cabin.
Of course they did.
They better save me some.
You better stay focused.
A little après-ski never killed anybody.
Some snow, fireplace, whiskey.
Skiing?
That's for amateurs.
Owen sent us up here for a reason.
Whatever this Project Werewolf is they created,
we're supposed to protect it.
Eyes ahead, Romeo.
[quietly] You should be on my side in this, Leslie.
What I should be doing is getting paid more.
You pretend you don't care, but I know you do.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Fedowitz] There's an old expression --
The only way out of PELEUS is when they choke you out.
[chuckles]
-Hm. -Should I go after him?
There's nowhere for him to go.
The interstate's washed out.
The nearest airport is 80 miles away.
I'll go talk to him.
We'll go after her.
And I'll be here.
No whiskey.
[conversing indistinctly]
What are they fighting about?
He's having a crisis of conscience.
Told him go back to his cabin and take a breath.
What triggered this?
We work in groups, and Jurgen's group
wasn't exactly told everything about the project.
What exactly is this Project Werewolf?
You mean Project None of Your Business?
PELEUS doesn't even officially exist.
Why do you think they got us all the way out here?
'Cause even 50 years ago,
this place was barely a stop on a third-tier rail line.
And have you seen the train that stops through here?
It's like one of those old-timey things.
It's got white people all, "I'm the king of the world."
Isn't that the Titanic?
-That's every damn thing. -[chuckles]
Look, Jurgen's gonna cool off.
Everyone does eventually.
Hmm.
It's me.
[Man] Changed your mind?
You can't ever use my name.
Absolutely not.
You'll be an anonymous source.
Hey.
Storm system still giving us satellite trouble?
Deep?
You can see for yourself.
See? We have thermal imagery again.
It's thrilling.
I'm gonna get some coffee.
He still blames me for Celine's death.
No, he doesn't. He's -- He's... just grieving.
It will be okay.
Hey.
Will you?
I would be better
if you let me off the bench.
Oh, Jocelyn.
I've seen the shrink six times already.
Heat signature. Look.
What is it?
Look. In the woods.
Outside the compound.
[sighs]
People should know.
This is a defense sciences program.
We're supposed to make defensive things.
Ryan, someone's standing on the edge of the compound.
Check it out. A half-klick north of you.
We've got a second heat signature.
We're not supposed to be sowing the seeds of our own deaths.
"For Peleus raised his shield and swore vengeance on Discord,
-who had cursed his wedding." -[cellphone beeps]
What are you doing here?
Miss the scoop, miss the story.
If they find you here, you'll be arrested.
They have a team in place?
Come on!
I would just like to get a sense of the resources
the government is throwing into this.
How many people on the team?
What paper did you say you write for?
You guys stay with them! We'll check it out!
Yeah!
Jurgen, calm down.
I simply thought that this would be better face to face.
Thought what would be better?
This.
[silenced gunshots]
[body thuds]
Hey.
[thunder rumbling]
No, no. The storm is eating the damn sat feed.
He's dead.
Same.
Owen, where's that heat signature now?
We've got no image. It's gone.
Damn it!
One of you want to tell us what the hell's going on?
The camp's been compromised.
What do you mean, "compromised"?
I thought you had people on the satellite.
We do, but for now, we need to evacuate you immediately,
along with your prototype.
Where's Jurgen?
He's dead.
Dead?
How?
He was shot twice in the chest.
You get it now?
There's an assassin in our midst?
How the hell did they get in here?
Guys, if we're gonna do this, we need to move now.
Everyone, listen to me, okay?
You're the best at what you do
and we're the best at what we do.
Yeah, and if you want us to get your prototype
safely to Fort Meade, one of us needs to hold it.
From my cold, dead hands.
Leslie, the rules have changed.
We hold the prototype now, and there's no room for discussion.
Trust me.
[Vickers] Okay.
What's the plan? We got choppers coming in?
No. With the storms hitting the coast,
they're either down or otherwise occupied.
It'll take too long to get out here.
No choppers?
What kind of evac team are we getting?
You're looking at it.
We're just gonna drive out?
Wait for the hostiles to ambush us?
We can't drive. The roads are washed out.
So you got no exit strategy?
Well, there is one option.
You're kidding me, right?
[train horn blares]
All aboard!
The Catamount Classic departs in five minutes!
You know, this is brilliant.
I can live out my steampunk cosplay
and Agatha Christie fetishes all in one go.
You sure about this?
She's lasted 100 years. She'll get us to Maryland.
With all these innocent civilians along for the ride?
Jurgen's hit was discreet and targeted.
Whoever did this was not looking for collateral damage.
If you believe that, I'll pretend to.
Ryan, Shelby, why don't you take Fedowitz in the passenger car?
Harry, McQuigg, you take Vickers
with the prototype into the club car.
Leslie, that leaves you with me.
Anything goes wrong, we regroup in the dining car
and pivot from there, okay?
Let's go.
Wait.
You sure you got that?
Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, Dr. Vickers.
Us Brits are very good at hiding things --
joy, sadness, impure thoughts.
I mean, I hid myself in a closet for 19 years.
Just better hope whatever's in that case
isn't contagious, Harry.
It's not. We don't do bio.
Just remember this --
there are people who would slaughter
every single person on this train
to possess what's in that case.
That's comforting.
[train horn blares]
Assassins on our tail.
Charge of danger in the air.
Something intoxicating about it, no?
I'm feeling pretty sober.
[chuckles] Where are you from, Ms. Wyatt?
Originally? Georgia.
Ah, quite the peach.
[chuckles insincerely]
You know, a large part of science is observation.
Some people call us "observationalists."
-Observe something else. -Ryan.
Ah, the game is on.
Let the best man win.
You may have brawn, good sir, but I have brain.
[chuckles] I'm flattered, professor,
but your powers of observation
overlooked the ring on my finger.
[chuckles] Hurdles, not walls, as they say.
Oh.
I'm the husband.
Oh.
Jocks win again.
Want me to throw that in your bag?
Yeah, thanks.
Idiot.
He's such an idiot.
Who?
Jurgen.
I mean, that's just dumb, what he did.
Reaching out to some phony-ass reporter
and getting killed for it.
Did you find anything else in his e-mail?
Well, he obviously felt strongly about whatever you made.
We all feel strongly, but he took the job.
We all took the job. I mean, nobody was forced.
They talked to us about that in training.
We all had the same training.
He was so different.
I tried to tell him, "Just sleep on it."
I mean, he's a reasonable guy, but he didn't listen.
I couldn't stop him.
Sometimes, we all have moments where we...
question what we're doing, you know.
You just have to take stock of --
Who are we talking about?
Jurgen or you?
I'm talking about you, Leslie.
When I told my mother I was gonna work for the Pentagon,
she practically disowned me.
"All the things you could be doing to fix the world."
She said it was immoral.
Blood on my hands.
She a scientist, too?
No. PhD...
in janitorial arts.
Cleaning people's houses.
[laughs]
She and Jurgen would have been thick as thieves.
[Fedowitz] Complimentary beverage for my Southern belle?
-It's on me. -I'm good, thanks.
Maybe a ginger ale if you're feeling nauseous.
Who said I'm feeling nauseous?
I saw the pregnancy test in your bag.
What are you talking about?
Shelby, come on. How could you not tell me?
I'm telling you. I don't have a pregnancy test.
You must have opened up someone else's bag.
The team duffels all look the same.
Well, it was full of women's clothes
and, unless Harry's into sports bras, then whose was it?
[chuckles]
She got hungry.
Everything all right in here?
No... surprises.
Almost none.
Yeah. You doing okay?
I'm fine.
Great.
Good.
Deep, you got a second?
No.
I know Celine was your closest friend here, but --
No.
She was my only friend here.
That's just not true.
Hey. Hey.
I need you to tell me if you're capable of doing this job.
I can do the job.
Well, let me clarify.
I need to know if I should be putting you in a position
where you're responsible for the lives of your fellow agents.
Understood. That's what I'm trying to do right now.
May I go?
Sure.
I tried to check in with Owen, but now there's no cell service.
We're on our own. Four more hours.
[alarm ringing]
Guys, we're slowing down.
[Man on PA] Ladies and gentlemen
we have a fire onboard.
You two stand fast.
Proceed to the nearest exit. Do not disembark...
Sudden fire forces full evac.
This feel off to anybody else?
It's what I'd do if I was planning an ambush.
Yep. We were followed.
[Shelby] Or tracked.
Guys, we can't leave the train. We don't know what's outside.
We don't know what's in here, either.
So we stay. For better or worse, the train's a bunker.
We stay, we blow cover, putting targets on our backs.
So we split up.
Harry, I'll take the case and keep it over here.
Everyone else leaves, okay?
No, DoD requires one of us to be with the case at all times.
-I'll stay. -I'll stay.
Okay. I'll keep Leslie.
We boarded together. It'll be less suspicious.
Let's go.
[train shudders]
[engine hissing]
McQuigg, if this is an ambush --
Yep. We are leading the cattle
-straight to the killing floor. -Yeah.
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize
for any inconvenience.
We appreciate your patience while we locate the problem.
For your safety, please step away from the train
and wait for further instructions.
No, I just -- I think it's reckless for her to be here.
Because?
If she's pregnant.
It's reckless for a pregnant woman to work?
No, this isn't normal work, Shelby.
You're being ridiculous.
Okay, so if we had a kid -- let's say five years old --
you'd bring her with us on an op?
No, of course not. But that's different.
How?
What?
You said "her" when you referred to our baby.
Our imaginary baby.
You want a daughter?
I haven't really thought about it.
Sounds like you have.
Wait, so is Alex seeing someone?
I don't know. Why?
Are you not curious who the dad is?
Not my business.
[Harry] Anything?
All clear.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience...
[Woman] Nathan!
Nathan!
Nathan?
Can you help me?
I turned my head for a second and my son ran off.
Sure. Yeah.
What's, uh -- What's your boy look like?
Do you think he ran back on board?
Kids do love trains --
Dr. Fedowitz, where is it?
2-1-2-5-5-5-4-3-8-8.
5-8-2-3-1-3-2-5-4-3.
8-5-8-5-1-3-5-2-4-2.
2-1-2-5-5-5-4-3-8-8.
5-8-2-8-1-3-2-5-4-3.
8-5-8-5-1-3 --
What are you doing?
It's a number scramble.
It's something I do when I'm scared.
Started when I was a kid.
It's how Mom knew I had a gift.
Let me try it.
2-1-2-5-5-5-4-3-8-8.
Now give it back to me scrambled.
1-8-8-5-3-4-5-2-2-5.
Damn. Not bad.
[chuckling]
I have never seen anyone outside PELEUS do that.
[Conductor] Did you hear the announcement?
Leave all personal belongings behind and evacuate now.
Yeah, okay, listen --
Now, ladies, I'm not going to ask again.
And leave all personal belongings.
[Woman] Where is it?
Take me to it.
Right now.
Put your hands up.
I don't want to hurt you.
Slow.
[grunting]
Hey! Stop!
Get her.
[Alex] Leslie, run!
[grunting, yelling]
[glass shatters]
Radio.
She's not alone.
[coughs]
Leslie, I told you to run!
"Leslie, thank you. You saved my pretty ass."
[breathes heavily]
Thanks.
The whole thing.
-[laughs] -Go on.
Leslie, thank you for saving my pretty ass.
My pleasure.
Oh, hell no.
Bye, Felicia.
-Hey. -What the hell?
"What the hell" is you would have been a lot more useful
two minutes ago.
[McQuigg] We should probably get rid of the body
before the passengers come back.
Gee, well, we don't want to drag him out there
-where we left the other one. -What other one?
Yeah, we've been a little busy, too.
[sighs ]
Are you okay? You're hurt.
Um, yeah, I'm fine.
Sit down.
Huh?
-Sit down. -I don't need to sit.
I'm not asking. Sit down.
[scoffs]
[camera shutter clicks]
Chivalry. I remember that.
It's not chivalry.
More like tough love.
It's an expression.
Okay, well, hopefully, Deep and Justin
-can get an I.D. on this guy. -[sighs]
Grab his feet.
[grunts]
This guy is a lump.
Killed with his own gun.
A simple mechanism.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience.
At this time, all passengers may board the train.
What did you mean by that?
"Simple mechanism"?
In 1789, Joseph-Ignace Guillotin
told the French National Assembly
that he had a better way to put people to death
by means of a simple mechanism --
the guillotine.
He'd later be put to death using his own machine.
Irony or justice?
This about Jurgen?
It's about me.
The last thing my mom said to me was,
"Just 'cause you're the one
brought something into this world
don't mean you get to control it."
I wasn't ready to hear that.
Anyway, I said a bunch of dumb things and walked out the door.
That was two years ago.
What kind of daughter doesn't talk to her mom for two years?
You're looking at one.
What do you think Guillotin's mom thought of him?
[McQuigg] Hey.
Everybody's getting back on board.
Okay.
[train horn blares]
[Shelby] Alex.
This is weird, but do you have a pregnancy test in your bag?
[sighs]
Yeah, I do.
-Ryan found it. -Oh, God.
He thought it was mine. I'm sorry.
Do you want to talk about it?
It's probably nothing, false alarm, but I --
But if you were sure, you wouldn't have bought the test.
And now you're scared to take it.
Look, I'm not scared for me, Shelby.
Andrea.
If it's positive, I'll have to tell him,
and he'll want to be with me.
And that just puts him and Isabella
in danger all over again. I --
Maybe not.
Alex, the Widow is gone.
And maybe now...
Shelby, look at where we are right now.
There's always another Widow.
Guys, I just did a head count of passengers.
When I first checked, there was 80.
Now there's 84.
I'm guessing those extra four aren't the good guys.
[thunder crashes]
I'm running the pic Harry sent through the FBI database now.
[computer beeping]
I'll start on CIA and DIA.
Look at me when I'm speaking to you.
Just trying to focus.
If you don't want to work with me,
go back to Quantico.
I'm just trying to give our team some answers.
[Owen] Then get to it.
[beeping continues]
Assassin's name is Caspar Voigt,
former German KSK Special Forces.
Don't, don't.
All right, so...
This guy's employed as private security at Schaubb & Stieg.
That's a German gun manufacturer.
Whatever that weapon is, now we know who wants it.
[train horn blares]
Corporate spooks?
And this is just business?
Look, I don't care what's driving them.
I care about stopping them.
We're talking four assassins and five of us.
We should be taking the fight to them.
You want a hail of bullets with civilians on this train?
Things go wrong, innocent people get killed.
Or we could just give them what they want.
[beeping, clicks]
To be clear, we're about to violate
Section 18, Articles 792 through 799 of the U.S. Criminal Code.
Four people have died for this in the last 24 hours.
They saved my life, Wade. Trust them.
That's it?
No UFO parts, no destroyer of worlds?
A target pistol?
Not just any target pistol.
A silver bullet.
The only thing that can kill a werewolf.
Project Werewolf.
Cute.
What does it do?
Well, makes calls, apparently.
In a manner of speaking.
You dial in a cellphone number,
and the bullet finds the person holding the phone.
Is that even possible?
We just took the targeting technology
already found in our drones and miniaturized it.
That was Jurgen's expertise.
Leslie added her own piece of wizardry.
An infrared sensor that locates the heart.
Target dead every time.
Exactly.
This is an assassin's weapon.
This could also be a perfect choice for a mass shooter.
With a slight modification,
this could be programmed to hit anyone with a cellphone, right?
That was Jurgen's problem with it.
And Jurgen had a damn good point.
What are you doing?
Keeping it safe while you put your big brains to work.
-Doing what? -You make weapons, right?
You're making us a weapon right now.
[train horn blares]
During the Civil War, they called it Soldier's Heart.
In World War I, they called it shell shocked,
and today, they call it PTSD.
Okay, I get that you're just trying to help,
but I don't have PTSD.
Avoidance.
Trying to avoid thinking
and talking about the traumatic event.
Avoiding people who remind you of said event.
I'm not avoiding it.
I'm in it.
I talk to it in the shower.
It crawls up my neck when I'm not looking.
And I'm sure it was worse for her,
but I didn't have a choice in this.
She did.
Blame is irrational.
Then why do we have a court system?
Courts? Courts aren't about blame.
-They're about rules. -What's the difference?
If you break the law, you're prosecuted.
If there's a conviction, you're punished.
It has an end. Blame has no end.
That's what makes it irrational.
-So, what's rational? -Forgiveness.
Once you forgive someone,
truly forgive them,
it's over.
You release that burden forever,
theirs and yours.
And what if you can't forgive?
Oh, I don't have to tell you it wasn't her fault.
You already know that.
Maybe I do need to tell you
that no amount of blame you put on her
can match the blame she puts on herself.
[door opens]
Come on in.
[grunts] I'm sorry, Leslie,
but I have to keep you safe, and this is the best we've got.
Yeah, I feel real safe.
He's dead.
He can't hurt you.
You haven't seen "The Walking Dead," have you?
Here, take this, and keep it safe, okay?
How many more people got to die for this thing?
This is not your fault.
-No? -No.
The math is pretty clear to me.
I'll be back, okay?
Well, maybe if we get to the back of the train,
we'll get better service there.
Yeah, well, I don't want to leave them alone
-for too long, you know? -Yeah.
Two men incoming.
Copy.
Dangle a shiny object.
It's practically Pavlovian.
[gun cocks]
[yells]
[grunting]
[grunts]
Blode schlampe!
[train car shudders]
[beeping]
-Boom. -[beeps]
[beeping quickens]
It worked.
Yeah.
Better than expected.
So how come we're stopping?
Well, you get your wish, Dr. Vickers.
Storm opened up to the south. Army Airborne's en route.
We're putting the three of you on a helicopter
with Agent Doyle as soon as it touches down.
They'll take you the rest of the way.
We still got two mercs unaccounted for.
Well, the rest of us will hold down the fort
until help arrives.
Where's Leslie?
Still in the sleeper cabin with the body.
I'll get her.
Hey, Les.
[door handle jiggles]
She's gone.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct yelling]
We searched the train and swept the area.
No sign of Leslie.
A captain just informed me JSOC's taking over.
A team's been deployed from Fort Gillis to find Leslie.
To hunt her, you mean.
She stole a highly-classified piece of government property.
That's treason.
They're authorized to shoot on sight.
She could've been playing us this whole time,
waiting for her chance to get away with the weapon.
To do what with it, sell it to an enemy?
No. God, she's not a traitor.
She's just...
She's just lost.
Questioning what her mind brought into the world.
Okay, where's that gonna lead her?
Where's the one place you'd want to be if you were lost?
[knock on door]
[door opens]
Hey, Mama.
Deep.
Cherise Thomas, mother of Leslie Thomas,
839 Winchester Boulevard.
Let Alex and the team know I'm headed there now.
Owen could get there first.
And he won't have backup.
Hey, hey.
What's going on?
Coming with you.
You two can work together?
We'll see.
Leslie, what have you brought into my house?
Same thing I bring into everybody's house -- death.
[doorknob rattling]
I'm so sorry, Mom.
Lord! You scared the living hell out of me!
My team's outside. We got to go.
Leslie, who is this woman?
She's... a friend.
Leslie, if we're really friends...
the prototype, please.
Please.
Okay. Stay here s--
Nobody move.
-Mama. -Don't you be no hero.
I count two, 12:00, behind the wood pile.
They've got Alex in their sights.
[Ryan] All right, on my count.
Three, two, one.
[Alex] Get down! Down!
Get out. I'll draw their fire.
Down!
Cavalry's here.
[Man] Fire!
[grunts]
Leslie, stay down! Take cover!
[gunfire ceases]
[McQuigg] I don't understand.
Why'd they stop?
[Leslie] Alex.
We have a problem.
Alex, I require the weapon known as Project Werewolf.
Mama, I'm so sorry.
[Alex] Even if I give it to you,
how will you get out of here with it?
[Bruno] Your team will stand down
or I will shoot one of these women.
Your colleagues will drop their weapons now.
-[screams] -Please!
No, please! Stop!
Alex, he has my mother!
If you think I won't do it, you can ask Jurgen.
Alex, I'm scared.
I know, Leslie. I know.
Drop your weapons now!
You really are an idiot.
What did you just say?
They don't care about her.
They only care about me.
I'm worth millions to them.
But the only way you get paid is if you put the gun to my head,
tell them I'm the one you're gonna kill.
You want the prototype?
That's how you get it.
Sit down, don't move.
Now you're thinking smart.
Alex, he has a gun to my head.
Do you understand?
No, let her go.
Mama, it's okay.
It's okay.
You need to tell your people to put their guns down now.
I'm really scared, Alex.
It's a number scramble.
It's something I do when I'm scared.
What are we doing, kids?
Well, I hope she has a plan.
[Alex] Let me try it.
2-1-2...
[Alex] 2-1-2...
5-5-5...
4-3...8-8.
[Bruno] Put down the prototype
and walk outside to join your friends.
Now, Alex!
Give me the weapon now.
Here it comes.
[body thuds]
Damn thing worked.
[Alex] Leslie?
He's down, you got him!
I got him.
[cries]
FBI! On the ground! Drop the weapons now!
Get down, get down!
-Don't move! -FBI! Weapons down, now!
Get down. Your hands. Give me your hands.
Behind the back.
FBI. Put your hands behind your back.
Put your hands where I can see 'em.
You really are good with numbers.
[laughs]
You ever wonder if you're in the right line of work?
All the time.
You ever wondered if you're in the right line of work?
[sighs] I have a few things to figure out.
Yeah.
For now, I'm gonna stay here and help my mom fix this place up.
All right.
Good luck, Les.
You need it more than me.
You heading out, dude?
Yeah, something like that.
[laughs]
What's this?
You're leaving?
Owen, you told me to forgive Jocelyn
for what happened to Celine.
But Jocelyn doesn't need my forgiveness.
She's fine.
I just watched her shoot a man
and save my life without even flinching.
You're all fine and onto the next mission.
No time to mourn her, right?
Deep.
Is that what you think?
Hey, you're making a mistake.
Come on, mate. Look, this might be
the first time you've had a friend die --
She didn't die, she was killed.
See?
I don't want to lose my humanity.
I don't want to have to put a knife in one of you
to survive someday.
I don't want to live in the shadows
or with secrets or beyond the law.
Don't any of you ever stop to wonder who you are anymore?
Well, I don't want to wonder who I am.
I want to stay me.
Resignation accepted.
Come here.
You be good, okay?