Previously on "Missing"...
Something's happened to my son. Get me deputy chief Dax Miller
and tell him it's Becca Winstone.
(Michael) There's a hidden exit from the tunnels.
Insulin. Now we can escape together.
(Rebecca) Whatever is on that train is
worse than diamonds and drugs.
(Dax) An unknown ex-operative is at the head of it all.
We call him "suspect zero."
You son of a bitch. Where's Michael?
(Both grunt)
I was never working with Azimoff. (Panting)
Then why are you here?
Straight swap... the stocks for Michael.
They want me dead. (Pants)
Paul, he doesn't have Michael!
He's Viktor Azimoff's son?
Just shoot him.
(Thud)
Now I have killed both of my parents.
(Both grunt)
She's CIA, isn't she?
So are you. Your mom's in a lot of trouble.
(Cell phone rings) Da?
It was Martin Newman calling for my father.
Martin is suspect zero.
He wanted to tell him he has successfully recaptured the boy.
(Whispers) No.
(Sirens wailing)
Isn't there any crime in vienna?
We've got to get to Becca Winstone
before the local police do.
Is Violet inside with her team?
They just started the sweep.
Pull up the church schematics on your laptop.
I want to see every exit point from that crypt.
(Doors close)
(Cocks gun)
Heading into the crypt.
It was Martin all along. (Pants)
Martin.
Who else works for him besides your father?
It's a big organization, many heads.
But Martin is at the top.
We all work for Martin Newman.
What will they do with our son?
Giancarlo, it's okay. He killed Azimoff.
His own father?
Thank God you're okay.
Martin asked you for something on the phone. What was it?
The phone number of a cobbler in Bulgaria.
He makes the best passports.
Okay. I'll text it to him.
Don't want him to think anything's wrong.
We have to go. Come on.
Dax is here with half of the police. We gotta go.
We can't tell him about Martin.
I agree. We can't trust anyone in the CIA. Come on.
Maksim, we have to go.
They're coming. Come on.
My life is over.
You didn't choose this life.
It doesn't matter who chose it. I'm the one who lived it.
You didn't kill Paul when you had a chance...
(Lowered voice) And you never killed me
when you could have.
I never could kill you.
He made me kill my mother. That was enough.
And after that day, I... (Sighs)
That day with you in vienna,
I kept wondering what life could have been like,
a normal life...
(Voice breaks) A life where I was your son instead of his.
(Voice breaks) Maksim, come with us.
And what happens if I do?
I live another 50 years in a prison?
There is no new life for me, Becca. Go.
Come on! Becca! Becca, we have to leave now!
(Kiss)
These crypts are incredible. It's like a maze down there.
Spreads under the entire grounds.
What are these? Dozens of passages.
They lead to various areas of the grounds.
The way out is down here.
Is he dead? Yes.
Where are they?
Gone.
I asked you where.
(Sighs) Do you ever hate yourself, Violet?
Do you ever just want it to end?
Pull yourself together.
(Sighs)
I killed him.
You did this?
That is not good, Maks.
I'm so tired.
I'm done, Violet.
(Chuckles) So what? You just expect me to...
(panting)
(All panting)
Let's go. Let's go. (Grunts)
(Beeps)
The sweep team just heard shots inside the crypt.
Violet, report. Tell 'em to keep moving.
We've got 'em trapped now.
Violet?
Azimoff's dead.
The son raised his gun at me. He's dead, too.
No sign of the Winstones.
(Man) Come here. This way.
Violet?
Violet!
(Horn honks) Gotta be down there somewhere. I'm going in.
(All panting)
There's a police motorcycle there. We make a run.
I'll take the lead and cover the left flank and front.
Becca, right flank. Giancarlo, you've got our sixes.
(Paul) Looks clear. No CIA. Just some onlookers.
(Crowd speaking indistinctly)
(Lowered voice) Becca. Becca, go with Paul.
Why?
(Panting)
When this is over, no more confusion, no more hesitation.
You come with me.
I am not leaving without you.
Somebody has to hold them back.
(Whispers) Say it!
(Panting) (Engine starts)
Yes. Yes.
(Revs engine)
Now go.
Michael needs to be found by his parents.
I need to talk with Dax.
(Gasps)
(Voice echoing) No!
Giancarlo!
♪
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Azimoff and Maksim don't have their cell phones.
Looks like they were stripped of intel.
I could do with some good news, Violet.
Yeah, well, I don't have it. The Winstones got away.
We'll throw up a net.
And agent rossi shot at me. I had to put him down.
(Lowered voice) Damn it, V.
When somebody fires at me, I fire back.
Did you kill him?
No. He's unconscious, but he's still breathing.
They're working on him now.
(Exhales deeply)
Look, at least now we know
Becca Winstone was dirty all along.
You have Maksim and Azimoff's cell phones, right?
No. They must be with the Winstones.
Local police want to talk to me.
Only what they need to know.
Should I tell them they have stupid uniforms?
They need to know that.
(Indistinct conversations)
He was on the ground when Violet shot him?
Strange, right? Why was he hanging around?
Anyone heard from Martin Newman?
I could do with his input on all this.
I promised Oksana a better life.
And you'll deliver. I'll hide the two of you
while I clear your mom's troubles up,
and you can have any life you want.
But I killed a man.
I doubt the police will ever know that.
The kidnappers were using me to get to mom?
Yeah.
Who are they?
Angry business associates, I imagine.
Then she's more than just a spy.
Is she some kind of criminal?
Well, that's the trouble with a covert business, Michael.
It's all built on lies and deceit.
One day you look up and suddenly discover
a line has been crossed,
something you never intended,
but there's no turning back. (Sighs)
That's what happened to your mom,
so, no, she's not a criminal.
She just moved the line.
(Train wheels clacking)
(Panting) You sure she hit him?
(Panting) I saw him go down.
(Voice breaks) She hit him in the chest.
I'm sorry, Becca. (Sighs)
Look, I have a car stashed.
Let's just get out of vienna, head South.
Toward the Bulgarian cobbler.
The city code on the phone number is Burgas.
Martin is headed for Turkey.
How do you know?
According to my research,
half his businesses run out of Istanbul.
If he's on the turkish border, that's where he's going.
What day is it?
It's Wednesday.
The 19th?
Yeah, the 19th.
(Chuckles)
(Voice breaking) It's the Taylor wedding.
What?
Three weeks ago, I was ordering
coral charm peonies and chartreuse orchids.
(Gasps) How could I have left Giancarlo?
Becca.
What kind of people are we, Paul?
Who lets this happen to their son?
(Rebecca) Giancarlo's phone goes straight to voice mail.
I thought at least the police would pick it up.
You still love him, don't you?
We need to trust each other, Becca.
I know that might be hard, but from here on out,
we need to start telling each other the truth.
The truth? The truth?!
Where were you the last ten years?
Where were you when your son broke his leg,
when he scored three goals in a soccer match?
(Voice breaks) Where were you the first time
he got drunk and had to be picked up at 3:00 in the morning
or that first girl broke his heart?
Don't you start talking to me about telling the truth.
(Alarm chirps, locks click)
(Police radio chatter)
I need sat-tel from any pass over that castle
and the Hungarian countryside in the last 72 hours.
Look for the tanker car Becca Winstone mentioned
and the train she said her son was on. Yes, sir.
(Indistinct conversations)
Locals took my guns.
Well, you shot 2 men in 20 minutes.
Their sandbox, their rules.
You sure Maksim Azimoff drew on you?
Of course.
And agent rossi?
I told you, he didn't just draw on me. He fired.
Then you shouldn't have anything to worry about.
Oh, by the way, I can't issue you
another weapon until you're cleared.
You knew they took my guns?
We need the locals on our side,
and, truth is, we might need their help.
This whole thing is feeling a little wonky to me.
Please share.
Well, ballistics and powder burns say.
Maksim killed his father, but why?
Father and son... same side. Doesn't pass the smell test,
and... (Hanger clatters)
If the Winstones were in league with Azimoff...
Why didn't they intervene?
(Knock on door)
Sir, there's an interpol agent here to see you.
All right. Give me a minute.
(Papers rustling)
Guess they've got a right to know why
their guy got gunned down, huh?
(Dax) Uh, who are you?
Hi. Susan grantham. Interpol.
Giancarlo rossi assigned me to you
before he was shot.
Why?
He said he made a deal with you for warrants,
local police access, things like that.
I'm here to provide you with interpol jurisdiction.
(Gasps)
Hey. Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay.
We've got plenty of Insulin. You'll be just fine.
(Pants) Where are we?
With my Uncle.
He's trying to find my mother.
She's in trouble.
You trust him?
He's like an Uncle to me, a member of the family.
Besides, where else are we gonna go?
(Chuckles)
If they're running together, they've figured out it's me.
What about your man Miller? Does he know?
He hasn't let on. I'm tracking it.
Good girl.
Where are you going?
Viktor was gonna sell that tank car.
I'm gonna go down there and close the sale myself.
Dax is looking for it again,
and he's digging into Ortega's files.
Then I'll have to move quickly,
and, Violet, make sure rossi doesn't talk.
(Mouths words)
How long will it take us to get to Bulgaria?
We have to stay off the main roads.
I'd guess 20 hours.
Let me know when you need a break.
You've put on a few.
(Chuckles)
Yeah, I like my cooking.
Just your own?
It's been ten years, Becca. (Sighs)
There have been one or two other cooks.
(Sighs)
I bought the cabin for the three of us...
But as time passed,
and I couldn't find suspect zero,
I knew I'd always be a target,
that you and Michael would always be in danger.
I guess that's when I gave up ever being a family again.
I don't understand this.
We are family.
Try to kill my husband?
Ohh.
Kidnap our son?
Blood is thicker than water,
but nothing is thicker than money.
There's gotta be more to it than money.
He was brilliant, really.
Putting me undercover... (Sighs)
He was controlling the investigation
of his own operation, and when I got too close...
he put the hit on you.
So for ten years...
I hid, collecting evidence.
Ohh. (Sighs) Which we found at the cabin and destroyed.
For years, I watched my family from a distance,
hoping one day I could get enough on them
to clear my name and come back to you.
Do you know how much I wanted to be there with you?
The past ten years are a sentence
I wouldn't wish on anyone.
When the dolls are out,
it's safe to approach the cobbler.
When they're nesting, stay away.
The cobbler?
That's spy talk for a guy who makes phony passports,
and phony passports are called "shoes."
I told you, I read your books.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Buzzer sounds)
(Man speaking foreign language)
(Speaking Bulgarian)
(Clicks)
(Beep)
(Whirs)
(Both speak Bulgarian)
(Shifts gears)
(Dials telephone)
(Speaking Bulgarian)
(Camera shutter clicking) Mm-hmm.
Got it.
(Speaks Bulgarian)
Okay.
(Beep)
Will my mother need one of these?
I'm sure she has her own cobbler between here and vienna,
but if not, yes, she'll get her shoes here.
(Camera shutter clicking)
We have him in an induced coma
until the brain swelling subsides.
He hit his head hard when he went down.
When can we talk to him?
Well, it depends on how quickly and fully he comes back.
I would say at least a week.
Thanks.
(Monitor beeping steadily)
(Door closes)
Got an e-mail from my ex-wife today.
They're leaving for the states on Sunday.
Well, you should stop her.
She's a bitch, putting that much distance
between you and the kids.
No.
Strangely, I'm coming around to seeing she's right.
This business is a bad one for raising kids.
It's for sad, single people
like you, me, and our Italian friend here.
Our family is our work.
We're all related.
Forgot my phone.
(Beeping)
Okay, great. Thanks.
(Chimes, beeping rapidly)
Satellite images just came in.
Excellent. Got it.
All right.
(Beeping rapidly)
You can follow the tracks down from the castle.
This shot would be at 1630
as the train was approaching bratislava.
There is no blue-and-white tanker car on the train.
She was lying. Maybe not.
Follow the tracks backwards, and you can see a split up here.
Now follow that side track and...
there it is. It could have been uncoupled and dropped off.
Next sat pass... one hour later.
(Beeps)
Tanker's gone. Which means another train picked it up.
Which means Becca Winstone is telling the truth.
Send these images to Langley.
Get the analysts on it. (Telephone rings)
Maybe they can find where it went.
Chief of station. It's the hospital.
Dax Miller.
(Mouths words)
(Receiver clatters)
Giancarlo rossi just died.
(Paul) Anything?
Giancarlo, shoot-out at the church...
apparently none of it ever happened.
Which is good news for us.
I'm truly sorry about rossi.
I know he's a good man.
It's not just Giancarlo. It's all of this.
Here we are, missing our son, taking a wild stab
that Martin's taking him to Turkey based on what?
A cell phone number?
And you blame me.
We had an agreement, Paul.
We agreed that, for Michael's safety,
we would leave the field behind,
move back to America, what do I do?
I get a desk job.
You didn't quit.
I couldn't. I was in too deep.
So you lied.
I had no choice.
I knew it was someone close to the CIA running this thing.
I was so close.
You would have done the same thing,
and you know it.
Anyway... (Sighs) I got an address for the cobbler.
How much further to Burgas?
Five, six hours.
Come on. Eat something.
♪
Nice example of the empire style.
From the ottoman period, right?
It's beautiful.
Is it yours?
(Chuckles) I wish.
It belongs to a business associate.
We'll stay as his guests until we find your mother.
(Siren wailing)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Children laughing)
(Doorknob rattles)
(Lock clicks)
(Click)
One more question.
Shoot.
Why blow yourself up in front of our son?
You're a clever guy.
You could have found a less traumatic way to do it.
I did it because it was so horrific.
There might have been a million other ways,
but it was the only way I knew you would believe it.
You're right.
(Clatters)
Paul, I've got them.
Who's the girl?
I don't know. A fellow hostage?
I think she was with Michael when he escaped from the castle.
(Drawer rattles)
(Lock clicks)
Martin needs these false identities to disappear.
We follow these passports, we find Michael.
Martin is trafficking in human beings.
And heroin and guns
and anything else you can think of.
Let me see her picture.
It's her. If she has been to their breaking grounds
and through their pipeline...
What she will have been through is absolutely...
Just... indescribable.
Knowing our son, I think he's trying to help her.
(Papers rustle)
♪
Thank you.
Thank you. (Martin) My assistant Bohdan will help you
with anything you need.
(Gasps)
Oksana?
(Speaks foreign language)
Michael...
Yes?
My blood sugar...
I don't think it's stabilized.
(Martin) You need some air.
Let me help you while Michael gets more juice.
You're trembling.
(Voice breaks) It makes me cold.
That man on the dock...
you've seen him before.
I've done more than see him.
That's funny.
He doesn't remember you at all.
He was the one who put me on the truck...
your truck, I guess it was.
Doesn't matter. All that matters is
that you pay attention to what I say next.
I love Michael...
And if he drags a common whore home...
Then I will love that whore as a daughter.
I will give her a new life,
even a new identity,
so she can marry him and push out babies
and live to a ripe, old age,
as long as she keeps what she knows to herself.
Do you understand?
I am not a whore. I was a slave.
You still are.
There's nothing special about you.
We needed a girl in the castle to keep him happy,
and you happened to be closest.
Guess you did your job too well.
Michael is impetuous, and he'd strike out at me
if you told him the truth.
That would probably get him killed...
And you, too.
I'll say nothing.
Excellent.
Welcome to the family.
I'm sorry, sir.
Your Uncle would prefer you stay on the property.
We're just going for a walk. (Chuckles)
It's for your own protection.
That was weird.
They won't let us go for a walk?
It's fine, Michael.
Istanbul is dangerous.
He's looking out for us.
I don't know.
I'm gonna ask Martin about it.
Let it go, please.
Hmm?
What are you doing?
Removing Paul Winstone from my tree.
He's not running a crime syndicate.
He's running with his wife to try to find his son.
Not according to his file.
He's being framed by someone in the agency.
Ortega was getting close to finding out who it is.
I think I know.
Care to share?
Martin Newman.
(Clicks)
(Sighs)
(Chair scrapes floor)
How'd you figure it out?
You tipped your hand when you tried
to kill Giancarlo rossi.
Tried, my ass. He's dead. I was on to you, V.
The doctors were monitoring his morphine drip.
He's gonna come through this just fine.
(Sighs)
(Handcuffs click) Espionage 101...
if you can't figure out where the leak is...
Look at who's sleeping next to you.
Three questions, V...
where's Martin Newman, what's in the tanker car,
and where is it headed?
What, no smart-ass comeback?
I'm disappointed.
Get her outta here.
(Exhales deeply)
(Inhales deeply)
(Slams desk)
(Children shouting playfully in distance)
(Filtered voice) I've got a target.
I think I know this guy.
He was with Azimoff in moscow.
(Buzzer sounds)
(Man) Yeah? It's Bohdan.
(Paul) Target entering shop.
(Becca, filtered voice) I see him.
(Door closes)
He has to be Martin's courier for the passports.
Target out.
Stay on him. He'll lead us straight to Michael.
Anything?
We can't get anything out of her, short of torture.
Yeah, which we don't do.
Of course not.
So you really think this guy Newman would hurt
his own godson?
You ever read his novels? No.
His lead character dirk Casey never had a family.
He was always afraid they'd get dragged
into a spy world and hurt, so he replaces familial love
by bonding with his young nephew.
Loves him like a son.
In the last book, the boy betrays him.
Casey leaves him in the desert to die.
And this is our hero? Antihero.
We can't let them disappear before we find this kid.
(Knock on door)
Encrypted call on two.
Thanks. (Door closes)
Dax Miller.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
The analysts are sure?
Yes, sir. We will.
(Receiver clatters)
Guess these guys are trafficking a lot more than stolen diamonds.
So where are we going?
Satellites found Becca Winstone's tanker car
in Istanbul.
They recorded a radiation signature,
so whatever they're moving, it's hot.
What do we do with Violet?
Keep her on ice.
(Door closes)
(Horn honks)
(Rebecca) What is it?
It's our car, Becca.
What the hell is it doing here?
Martin knows we're here. He's setting us up.
(Tires screech)
They want us to approach the car.
There's something planted in it.
Probably whatever he is shipping.
Yeah, a taste of it.
We take the fall. He still makes his deal.
I don't think they're gonna wait much longer, Paul.
They're gonna kill us now or in prison later.
You see that side street on the right?
(Panting) That's your way out.
I'll create a diversion.
Don't get caught.
I lived ten years without you.
Prison would be a cakewalk. (Chuckles)
I'll always love you, Becca, you know?
Always.
♪
(Sirens wailing) (Man shouts indistinctly)
(Brakes squeal)
(Men shouting indistinctly, siren wailing)
♪
Keep everyone back until my men go in. Yes, sir.
Come on. Let's go.
Why would they use a tanker car?
Oh, they line it with lead, fill it with water.
It leaves only a small radiation signature.
You really have to look for it to find it.
So I looked you up.
Lady Susan Graham?
Once upon a time.
(Tires screech)
(Sirens wailing)
(Tires screech) (Pants)
(Men shouting in foreign language)
It's empty.
We're too late.
(Electronic whirring and beeping)
(Bohdan) I understand. Thank you very much.
The buyers will be arriving soon.
Good. The sooner these are out of my hands, the better.
Yes, sir.
Be very careful with that.
(Men shout indistinctly)
(Banging and rattling)
(Man speaks in foreign language)
(Keys jangle)
(Clank)
(Door creaks)
Aah! (Grunts)
Uhh! Uhh!
(Grunts)
Aah! (Blade clatters)
Uhh! Aah!
(Grunts)
Uhh! Aah!
Aah!
(Shouts in foreign language)
(Grunts)
Oh!
(Shouts in foreign language)
(Men shouting indistinctly)
(Speaks inaudibly)
Paul Winstone's in jail, but she got away.
She'll be coming after Michael and me.
We're ready for Becca Winstone.
(Scoffs)
The final words of many a confident man.
Never say never.
Michael is too smart.
He might not know what's going on, but he senses something.
It's just a matter of time before he figures it out.
He's gone from asset to liability.
If his mother doesn't come for him
by the time we leave Istanbul,
kill him...
And the girl.
Yes, sir.
Good news.
Your mother's on her way.
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