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in Haworth Mesa for a day, at most.

- Yeah?

- So I'm searching the flight logs...

...to see which pilots were in the air hours

before he was found. This is what I got.

Doesn't make any sense.

Sam, Weiss's body

was thrown from a plane.

Whoever flew it is trying to cover

their tracks. I gotta talk to the pilots.

Look, they're out evac'ing camps.

We're wheels up in less than 20 hours.

Sh*t.

What happened to your hand?

I lost my glove.

Look, I'm gonna go to channel six.

Radio me when the pilots come back.

- Take care of that hand, okay?

- Please report any contact with...

Keeping these people safe

is supposed to be my job.

He's wanted for questioning in connection

with recent incidents...

...and is considered dangerous.

Repeat, please report any sightings

of Michael Rubin to the station manager.

How long since you last slept?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, my God.

You feel that?

- Report to the station manager's office...

- No.

...for final checkout...

Now?

Nothing?

I'm gonna have to amputate

these fingers.

- No. no way.

- They're dead, Carrie.

If I don't do it now,

infection will set in.

You'll lose your hand.

Sorry, kid.

I'm so sorry.

How ironic. Our last days here...

...and both of our jobs

get so complicated.

Guess I'm your warm-up

for when you get home.

You okay?

You're gonna practice

back in Chicago, aren't you?

I'm just gonna go back

and focus on my granddaughter.

Don't see kids down here too often.

You forget what they're like.

And dogs.

Trees.

Still, there's a few things I'll miss.

Like what? The zero humidity?

The color gray?

Winter '06, radio-darts championship.

We spanked Norway.

Yes, we did.

Two winters together, Doc.

It wasn't all bad.

It wasn't all bad.

Are you okay?

You're doing great, kid.

We're halfway there.

Thirty-two. Knots dropped down...

Knots dropped down...

Sixteen, 16...

Cloud cover is now at 10,000 feet.

Attention, South Pole:

The storm is now approximately

only 500 miles from the station.

Please commence

runway-clearance protocols...

...in anticipation

of the transport planes arriving.

Will flight crews please begin

clearing off the runway?

Sh*t. F***. Aah! Aah.

- way in the next five hours.

Not now.

- Attention, all personnel:

- I stopped by the clinic.

Doc told me.

Pretty tough marshal, huh?

Well, I don't know.

You were pretty tough on me.

I needed to know if I could trust you.

Badge didn't do it, huh?

A badge is just a badge.

What happened to you, Carrie?

Why are you down here, really?

There was this case

my partner and I were working.

Drug trafficker.

After months of work,

we'd finally nailed this guy.

That was all you today.

Why don't you get some sleep?

You earned it.

I was feeling so good.

I woke up, and I got this bad feeling.

Sorry, we woke you.

No, it's too hot to sleep.

But everything seemed fine.

- You wanna take over?

- Sure, just give me a second.

Jack?

My first thought was for my partner.

Was he hurt?

Emergency traffic,

prisoner escape in progress.

He got away from us.

My partner is down. Repeat...

Suddenly, I was in a nightmare.

You son of a b*tch.

How much to let him escape?

- Carrie.

- To let him kill me?

How much?

Hell of a lot.

Okay.

I know this is bad.

But listen to me.

Please.

Carrie.

I killed him.

He gave you no choice.

No.

But what I can't get away from

is that...

...Jack had turned

and I didn't have a clue.

And if I missed that,

then maybe I just don't have it.

From what I've seen,

you haven't missed a beat.

And if you've really given up

on yourself...

...you would've turned your badge in

a long time ago, but you haven't.

So you come down here

in the worst marshal's post on the planet...

...to what?

Punish yourself.

Okay, well, you've done that.

But you're better than this,

and I think you know that.

Let me help you.

Carrie, do you copy?

- Yeah.

- Rubin's just been spotted on the base.

- Where?

- He just left the Science Building.

Great.

Updated weather tracking shows...

- ...that this is a Category 4 storm.

- I'm right behind you.

I've been informed there are personnel

securing their workstations.

You have only three hours to complete

all work and winterize the science station.

Repeat, you have three hours. We're gonna

cut it close, people, so please move it.

Rubin?

What happened out there?

I know about the plane.

Rubin, it's okay.

Talk to me.

We were out looking for meteor samples.

We'd found nothing for weeks.

And then, the radar went off the charts.

We hit something big.

We debated what it could be.

We came back to base

to report what we'd found.

That's when we heard the story

about the lost Russian plane.

Instead of filing the report,

we went back out there.

We blasted our way through the ice

and found the plane...

...with that goddamn box.

- Aah!

- Weiss tore up his leg getting into it.

He was losing a lot of blood.

We tried to stop the bleeding.

We were afraid to move him,

so I radioed for help.

The plan was for him to call us when he

got to Pole to let us know he was okay.

Mooney was right.

- He said we couldn't trust him.

- Trust who? Who's after you?

Carrie?

Stop him! Somebody stop him!

Please, let me help you. Rubin.

Rubin, open the door.

Open the door. Rubin.

Help!

Wait. Wait. Wait. Help!

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

Carrie. It's okay, you got him.

You got him.

I've already told you.

My name is Russell Haden.

I'm an Australian citizen.

And I demand to speak

with my consulate.

- He say anything more?

- Same chorus.

For a guy who's going down

for a triple homicide...

...I think you'd be interested

in helping us out.

What did you find in that plane?

So, marshal.

Remember the strip search you owe me?

I reckon you'd be good for it now

that you're missing a couple of parts.

Pryce.

Attention, all base personnel:

Good news.

A transport plane has just landed.

Hey, hey, hey! You son of a b*tch.

Take your f***ing hands off me.

- You got a foul mouth, mate.

- I'm not your f***ing mate, all right?

My name's Russell Haden.

I'm an Australian citizen.

Let's see how cute you are

with a few parts missing.

All right, all right, all right!

We know you flew out to 104

to help Weiss.

What did you do with the canisters, huh?

Where did you hide them?

They're in my gear.

I hid them in my goddamn gear.

You crazy b*tch.

Let's lock him up

till we get him on the plane.

Come on! Move it, move it!

Let's go, people. Get on!

- All right.

- Attention, everybody...

Yeah, all right!

- A**hole.

- Shut up.

Storm's on our ass. We gotta get moving.

But we can't leave

without those canisters.

- Fifteen minutes. That's all I can do.

- I'll take it.

I'm gonna see if any of his bags

made it to the transport.

Sam.

Thanks.

I'll see you on the plane.

All exterior doors will

be locked according to winterize procedures.

Once you leave, you will not be able

to reenter the station.

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