Taken (2017–2018): Season 1, Episode 3 - Off Side - full transcript

[Mellow rock music]

♪ ♪

[Phone beeping]

[Music continues on headphones]

[Stops]

- Hello?
- Hi, it's Asha.

- Hi.
- Can we talk?

Sure.

I mean in person.

Uh, yeah, when?

I can be at your place
in about 20 minutes.



Uh, okay. I can do that.

- Thanks.
- Everything...

[Line disconnects]

Asha?

[Solemn music]

[Grunts]

_

[Grunts] [Groans]

Get up. You're okay.

That hurt, Dad.

You have to be tougher, Amir.

What happens when I'm not here
to protect you any more, huh?

Why? Where are you going?

[Sighs]



Nowhere.

_

I'm just trying to teach
you to be strong.

Alhamdulillah.

Alhamdulillah.

Okay, keep practicing.
I'm going to get coffee.

Then it's time for school.

♪ ♪

_

[Static buzzes]

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

This is Thompson, 95-47201.

- _
- Just lost picture at Gwynn Oaks Park.

It won't reboot, and we
just lost eyes on Zahad.

Get me the Deputy Director, please.

Listen up! Number four on the list,

Ismat Zahad, just dropped
off the radar at Gwynn Oaks.

Far as we're concerned,

Zahad is on the loose and operational.

[Panting]

[Water running]

[Knock at door]

Hi. I'd give you a hug, but...

I'm good. [Chuckles]

You want something to drink?

Bryan, first of all,

I-I don't want you to think I don't know

what you've been going
through since Cali was killed.

Murdered, but okay.

Murdered. Right.

Even so, I gotta say, I'm a little...

Confused.

Oh.

It's about that.

Carlos Mejia.

Actually, it's more about you,

and why you even have the
live feed to his cell.

His cell at a government
black site, by the way.

I was wrong to show it to you.

Maybe so, but you did, and now I'm...

- He murdered my sister.
- Worried about you.

- My sister and your best friend.
- Really worried.

[Phone buzzing] Excuse me.

[Sighs]

Where are you heading after this?

- What?
- Office? Court? Where?

- Office.
- How?

- [Stammers] Bus? Train?
- Train.

No, not today.

Today you stay away
from public transport.

We got a major terrorist
alert in progress,

and city's going into lock down.

Even better, you call your office

and you tell them you're
not coming to work.

- You stay here.
- Like an attack?

- You'll be safe here.
- What kind of an attack?

Look. I-I have to go.

Asha, I... I need you
to please stay here.

Can you do that for me?

Where are you going?

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God, are you...
- Don't worry about me.

I'll be fine.

♪ ♪

[Stammering]

- I-I nee... I need to go home.
- Asha, look at me.

- Hey.
- No, I need to go home.

Look at me.

I'm not gonna take no for an answer.

[Sirens blaring]

[Tense music]

They lost him?

According to FBI Deputy
Director Martello,

the static surveillance
cameras in Gwynn Oa...

You all right there, boss?

The cameras were hacked.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Riley, go ahead.

Ismat Zahad. He's 44 years old.

Originally from Abbas, Iraq.

Came to America with his wife, Yasmin,

and son, Amir, in 2011.

Over there, he was
an electrical engineer.

Here he fixes cars.

He on the FBI watch
list for a real reason?

Or is he just another name they
added to cover their asses?

May, 2014, his cousin,
Tala Zahad, blew himself up

outside a Baghdad police station.

- 17 Iraqis killed.
- Last December,

Zahad buys two semi-automatic
weapons, legally.

How close was he to this cousin?

Abbas is a small town.

They were both born and raised there.

A year apart in age,
according to the FBI.

And now they've gone and
lost him this close to D.C.

♪ ♪

We have to assume...

And this comes directly
from the President...

That an attack is imminent.

♪ ♪

[Muttering indistinct prayer]

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

[Indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- You smell that?
- Falafel.

- There was this place in Fallujah...
- Kilani Square.

- You know that place?
- Knew. It's gone now.

Bomb?

Drone strike.

♪ ♪

As-salamu 'alaykum.

Wa'alaykumu al-salaam.

Come in.

Please, sit.

We wanted to talk to
you about your husband.

What about him?

Do you think you're the
first people to question us?

I already told the FBI,
I don't know where he is.

- Is that normal?
- No.

It's not like Ismat.

- He always checks in.
- So why are you so afraid?

Try to understand what it's like...

The abuse, the insults,

the threat of violence
that we suffer every day

on the street, the train.

- I understand how hard that must be.
- Do you?

And how angry that must make you feel.

[Sighs]

Angry, yes, sometimes.

Afraid, always.

I know what you're
thinking, but you're wrong.

Ismat is not like that.
He is a good man.

Hard-working. A man of...

- God?
- And peace.

Alhamdulillah.

He owns two guns.

It is our right to
protect ourselves, yes?

May I see them?

- He bought them.
- Legally. I know.

[Sighs]

Please, he has never once fired them,

and never wants to.

[Footsteps retreating]

Where did your son go?

♪ ♪

[Dramatic music]

We got a runner. Back of the
house, the kid. I got him.

[Shouts] Amir, come right now!

♪ ♪

[Indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Hey! Hey, whoa!
- Watch it!

- Sorry.
- [Crowd clamoring]

♪ ♪

- Careful!
- Hey, hey!

[Crowd clamoring]

[Shouts in native language]

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey, hey!
- [Grunts]

[Indistinct chatter]

- Take this.
- What? What's wrong?

- He's chasing me.
- Him?

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

[Speaking in native language]

- Whoa, whoa.
- As-salamu 'alaykum.

- A-tini telephone.
- Who is this guy?

♪ ♪

- I'm looking for his dad.
- So you can hurt him!

Anyone know where he is?

Who are you? Police? FBI?

[Grunts] [Bone snaps]

[Men grunting]

[Gasps and groans]

♪ ♪

[Distressed breathing]

Amir?

[Grunts]

Amir, right?

- Amir.
- They took my dad.

Have you seen them before?

- Do you know who they are?
- Like you!

- How like me?
- I hate you!

I hate America!

- _
- [Shouts in native language]

[Glass shatters]

_

I hate America!

Amir!

[Solemn music]

♪ ♪

Okay, go.

Here's what the kid
was hiding on his phone.

Keep an eye on the coffee
shop in the background.

- Can you get in closer?
- Sure.

- What the hell is that?
- Looks like the kid

accidentally recorded his
dad being taken.

Freeze the image.

[Computer beeps]

They don't look like Jihadis to me.

[Tense music]

[Muttering indistinct prayer]

♪ ♪

2002 Crown Vic,
Police Interceptor model.

Car was reported stolen last week.

And it's probably been compacted,

or chopped beyond recognition by now.

What's that?

[Tense music]

- A follow car?
- Could be.

♪ ♪

It's got a rental QR code.

Probably got some kinda
tracking software on it, right?

- That was my line.
- Track it down, and find it fast.

It's our only lead to Zahad.

If whoever this leads
to is good for this,

you put him in the box and call me.

I wanna talk to him.

- Or her?
- Probably him.

- Where's she going?
- She didn't say.

♪ ♪

Can you remember what happened?

Not really.

We must have burst a tire or something.

- Wow, you're lucky.
- [Chuckles]

- Hm.
- We?

Everything look okay?

You're right.

Probably a mild concussion.

Some swelling to the parietal lobe,

which is to be expected, but, uh,

This... this is a bit of a surprise.

What's that?

A mass...

Roughly the size of a small grape.

I have a grape in my brain?

But you see these edges?

Clearly defined, which
usually means it's benign.

Usually.

Many, many people live their whole lives

with grapes in their brains,
and never even know it.

But now I do.

We'll do a biopsy, of course.

- Just try not to worry.
- Because you're not worried.

Before I forget,

you still need to fill this out.

Your emergency contact.

[Solemn music]

♪ ♪

[Birds chirping]

_

♪ ♪

All call signs, this is Zero.

Blue suspected follow
car has been GPS located

to a parking lot in Arlington.

Car was rented to someone under an alias

attached to a fictional
corporate account.

Driver of the car must
be considered armed

and extremely dangerous.

Approach with caution, and be prepared

to use necessary force,

but suspect must be taken alive.

Zero, Roger, wait out.

As-salamu 'alaykum.

- Excuse me?
- Means "peace be upon you."

[Grunts] Ow.

Naughty, naughty.

Gilroy? Mike Gilroy?

You know this guy?

[Dramatic music]

Special Agent Mike Gilroy.

The guy who caught Jim Reynolds.

Reynolds? Jim Reynolds,
the serial killer?

Who's now serving life without parole

in maximum security.

That's the special Agent Gilroy?

Former Special Agent.

You see that scar on his forehead?

That's Reynolds' handiwork.

Had him trapped in a barn
outside of Baltimore,

only Gilroy played him.

Turned the tables. He's
a master profiler,

manipulator of the ego.

When Gilroy gets out of the hospital,

first thing he does is quit the FBI,

where they still regard him as a hero.

Ismat Zahad.

We know you took him,

so where is he?

You made a serious mistake here.

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

_

_

All right, go ahead.

♪ ♪

Ismat Zahad.

♪ ♪

You and I both know,

you're gonna talk one way or another.

♪ ♪

A serial killer once
tried to remove my face.

♪ ♪

What could you people possibly do

that's worse than that, huh?

[Door buzzes]

♪ ♪

Mr. Reynolds,

a little field trip for you, champ.

[Muffled breathing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Muffled breathing]

♪ ♪

[Stammered breathing]

♪ ♪

Wait, wait, where are you going?

- Lunch.
- But what is this, huh?

What is this?

Hey!

Hey, you can't do this.

Hello, Michael.

How have you been? [Chuckles]

Reynolds, stay the hell away from me.

What?

Nothing.

Get this guy out of here.

[Chuckles]

Uh-huh.

- Go on.
- [Grunting]

[Strained shouting]

Get him out of my face!

All right, Reynolds, that's enough.

- Aah!
- Get back!

[Grunts] [Growling]

[Panting]

♪ ♪

- [Muffled shouting]
- Get his chair!

♪ ♪

Mike Gilroy, the profiler?

Is framing a man on the FBI watch list?

- Ismat...
- Zahad.

To look like a terrorist?

To commit a terrorist
atrocity on American soil.

Why would he do that?

To force United States foreign policy

back on war footing.

- Mike... Mike Gilroy?
- That's absurd.

No disrespect, Christina,
but it's just not possible.

It's not.

Can you be more specific
about this attack?

We believe it's a suicide bomb.

Where and when?

I don't know that part.
I don't know that part.

It was my job only to get
him to the safe house.

The others took him from there.

- What others?
- Again, I don't know.

We worked in compartmentalized teams

with separate responsibilities.

It's called operational security.

- And you believe him?
- I'm afraid I do.

So now my people are all over
that safe house as we speak.

♪ ♪

Has anyone advised the President

to raise the threat level?

♪ ♪

I just told you, this is not
an Islamic terrorist attack,

so we need to tread very carefully here.

Point taken, but there's a
man out there somewhere

wearing a suicide vest,

probably in an area packed
with innocent civilians.

[Phone ringing]

[Voice distorted] Listen very carefully.

I'm only gonna say this once.

[Phone buzzing] Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Someone just called in
Ismat Zahad's location.

Four blocks from here,

right in the heart of the Capital.

[Tires screech]

♪ ♪

Whoa, whoa, stay back here.

♪ ♪

Anyone in there?

Can you open up the door, please?

[Muffled shouting]

Found him.

He's wearing enough explosives
to level the building.

Roger, we'll clear.

♪ ♪

Ma'am, please, come on.

All right, all right, I'll go.

Okay, you too, ma'am. Thank you.

♪ ♪

[Grunts]

60-minute timer.

I want you stay still and keep calm.

Do you understand?

[Muffled] Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

[Whimpers] Help me.

- I didn't do this.
- I know.

[Phone buzzes and rings]

♪ ♪

[Voice distorted] You have one hour

to deliver Mike Gilroy
to these coordinates.

We don't negotiate with terrorists.

Another word from you, and he dies.

38.762844 North,

77.258686 East.

- Fail to deliver Gilroy...
- Northern Virginia.

And the Muslim dies.

Call the bomb squad, he dies.

We've got eyes on the building.
He leaves it, he dies.

One hour starts in three, two, one, now.

- [Timer beeping]
- [Whimpers]

♪ ♪

Timer's running.

♪ ♪

No, no, no! Stop, stop, stop, stop!

The phone has a sensor in it.

You cannot defuse it in time,
and you can not remove it.

- Zero, you copy?
- Zero, Roger. Wait.

I need two shooters.

Stand by for over-watch positions.

Roger.

42-minute drive if we move now.

- You and Rem go.
- I'm not leaving here.

- Yeah, you are.
- Or what?

You gonna shoot me again?

- We don't have time for this.
- I'm not leaving this man.

I'm the new guy, and that makes
me the expendable one.

[Scoffs softly]

♪ ♪

You're coming too.

- Hey, she said two shooters.
- And I'm doubling it.

♪ ♪

Familiar with the 90-second rule?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Don't let all the excitement
make your brain fart and forget.

♪ ♪

- 90-second rule?
- Don't worry about it.

Get me the vehicle and Gilroy.

♪ ♪

So you work on cars?

Who are you?

My name's Bryan Mills.

Have you ever seen
Istishhad before, Bryan?

A suicide bomb.

♪ ♪

So you know how this ends.

This is no Martyrdom operation,

and you're no Shahid.

Please.

Your best chance is to get
everyone out of this building.

And you as well. Go!

- What are you doing?
- Go! Go!

♪ ♪

You know what they say about
men like you in my country?

A brave American...

- _
- [Speaking foreign language]

Yeah, I know.

And not without reason,
but this is your country now.

You want to help me, help my son.

Amir?

[Somber music]

- Tough kid.
- [Sobbing]

Tell him the truth about
what happened here.

♪ ♪

Help make him strong.

You're not gonna detonate that thing.

♪ ♪

You wanna know why I know that?

- Get out of here!
- The Quran forbids suicide.

- Go now! Stay back!
- And you are a man of God.

- Stay back!
- Say it.

I'm warning you.

[Screams and sobs]

- Say it.
- [Sobs and stammers]

[Tense music]

Alhamdulillah.

Alhamdulillah.

[Sobs and sighs]

I got a question.

Do you believe in God?

Yeah, me neither, for the same reason.

See, to believe in God is not
to believe in yourself, right?

Come on.

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

I mean, let's face it, if God
created half of the crap

- that you and I have seen...
- You don't know what I believe.

I know that you head up some kind of

off-book government agency...

That you operate, live, and
breathe in the shadows,

where there's no place for
anything but self-belief.

Do you believe it's
right to frame Muslims

- for terrorist acts?
- We both know that the best way

to fight terrorists is to act like one.

♪ ♪

Where are we going?

Where there's no cell phone signal.

They will know I'm moving,
'cause of the GPS.

♪ ♪

They're not gonna detonate that
bomb until they get their man back.

You don't know that.

You got a better idea?

♪ ♪

So what I really wanna know
is what does a woman like you do

when self-belief just isn't enough?

A woman like me?

Yeah, when life throws
you one of its curveballs,

ones you... one you didn't see coming.

It's not in your control.

Let's say, uh, a health scare.

♪ ♪

[Scoffs] I thought you
were gonna say, like,

if when my son had been
killed by a Mahdi Army sniper

in the Middle East.

We're not talking about my son.

Because I pray to God

that I would honor his
sacrifice a little differently

than the way in which
you've chosen to do it.

Now only are you a terrorist,
you are the worst kind.

♪ ♪

Why are you doing this?

38 minutes to go. Gotta keep moving.

Tell me.

♪ ♪

When I was about your son's age,

my dad was lost at sea for six days.

I thought I'd never see him again.

So I prayed for a miracle.

- What happened?
- Air Force Para Jumpers

pulled him out of the ocean half-dead.

Never forgotten those guys. Never will.

Now hug the building and
head for the basement.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I know what the 90-second rule is.
It's the time you need to run away

- if you cannot defuse the bomb.
- Come on.

♪ ♪

- Zero, this is Bravo.
- Zero, sent.

We're in the parking structure.
We're heading to the basement,

trying to lose the cell
signal on the bomb.

♪ ♪

[Timer beeping]

♪ ♪

[Timer beeping]

- Signal's getting weaker.
- It's working?

♪ ♪

- 9 minutes, 42 seconds.
- Bravo, copy.

♪ ♪

We've lost the signal!
I repeat, no signal!

Do not make the trade!

Standby, over-watch.

♪ ♪

- Disarm the device.
- When we have him.

And I won't release him
until the device is disarmed.

♪ ♪

[Timer beeping]

It's back. The signal's back!

- [Erratic beeping]
- No, no.

They changed the timer.
40 seconds, 39...

Means you gotta haul
ass out of there now, bro.

- Hold on.
- There has to be a drainage outlet

down here somewhere.

There's a main sewer access point

in the power hub on the south side.

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Door rattling]

[Gunshot]

♪ ♪

20 seconds remaining.

♪ ♪

Over here!

Found it.

- Do not make the trade!
- Why?

There's no cell reception underwater.

Plan B. Plan B.

♪ ♪

Ten seconds.

- Stop right there!
- [Two gunshots]

♪ ♪

So now the Muslim dies, huh?

♪ ♪

[Both gasping]

[Beeps and chimes]

[Gasps] We did it.

[Laughs]

[Both laugh]

I've been through
Gilroy's financial records

for the past two years.

The last Saturday of every
month since April 2015,

he's had a 9:00 tee time
at Annandale Golf Cub.

I thought he lived in Baltimore.

When you're the guest
of the Chief of Staff

to the Secretary of Defense...

Keagy? Bert Keagy?

He's been calling the
shots on all of this?

Never trust a man in a bowtie.

What if this doesn't end with Keagy?

What if it goes further, higher up?

He's not gonna tell you that.

This is a man who frames Muslims

to force the President into another war.

He's a fanatic.

In which case, we need
to send a message.

A message?

Coerce the President at your own peril.

Post office on Northeast
Cromwell, second floor...

It's one of the corner
offices we own around town.

For what?

If Keagy leaves us no other choice,

the signal will be when
I remove my ring.

I can get someone else if you prefer.

Let me know.

[Ominous music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Tense music]

♪ ♪

Christina.

This is all very cloak and dagger.

"Has anyone advised the President

to raise the threat level?" [Scoffs]

That was bold, and a little reckless.

- Are we alone?
- You tell me.

♪ ♪

Why, Bert? Explain to me why.

I work for the Secretary of Defense,

a vapid puppet of the
spineless President,

who refuses to confront
the increasing threat.

Of Islam.

Minneapolis is already another Kabul.

Baltimore, Baghdad. Dearborn, Lebanon.

Which American city is next?

Ismat Zahad is an American citizen.

What are we doing here, Christina?

♪ ♪

Do you honestly believe
that you could stop us?

That you could get in our way?

Am I that weak to you?

♪ ♪

You see, people like you
can't even begin to imagine

what America really wants.

The thousands of young men

and women in this country
who have no other future,

because they actually
don't want any other future

than to go over there

and lay down their
lives for their country.

Of course we're not alone.

You are now standing
directly in the crosshairs.

- [Gunshot]
- [Grunts]

♪ ♪

[Gunshot]

[Casing clinks on floor]

♪ ♪

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Exhales]

- Wanna talk about it?
- No.

What about Gilroy?

FBI's problem now.

Which means federal prison.

With any luck, he'll get a
cell next to Jim Reynolds.

I'll take that hug now.

[Sighs]

What happened?

Turned out to be nothing.

- False alarm?
- Yeah.

Well, thanks anyway

for letting me hang.
It was sweet of you.

I've been thinking about what you said.

About Carlos Mejia.

You're right.

I'm finding it hard to let go.

I understand. More than you know.

Can I...

Would you mind if I...

- I'd like to help.
- It's okay.

I can get through it.

Because this much I'm certain of.

Cali wouldn't want you to do anything...

- Dumb?
- That would ruin your life.

Right.

It wasn't a false alarm, was it?

I can't tell you what it was.

What I can tell you is it's over,
and you're safe now.

Is that your way of
saying I should go home?

That's not what I meant.

[Whispers] I'm teasing.

Long day.

I see you like to cook.

[Sighs] When I get the time.

Your fridge doesn't look like
it's seen a grocery for a while.

Busy few months.

You got time now?

'Cause I'm starving.

Let's do it.

[Crickets chirping]

[Sighs]

How are you holding up?

Uh, you know, one day at a time,

and all the other sports metaphors.

Plants could use some watering.

We could use a drink.

Yes, we could.

[Sighs]

Thank you.

I, um... I have a favor
I want to ask you,

but... you're gonna think it's silly.

Well, I-I could use a little
silly just about now.

Okay, well, more boring than silly.

I'll take it.

- I went to a doctor.
- Are you all right?

No... well, I-I don't know.
Wait... no, I'm fine.

Is that why you've
been sitting out there

for the last five minutes,

debating whether or not to even come in

and ask for whatever it is
you're struggling with now?

- I was on a call.
- Okay.

- No, I was.
- All right, I said okay.

I mean, if you don't wanna tell me...

it was just a check up.

- And?
- [Sighs]

- You're gonna think I'm...
- Yeah, you said that already.

Would you be my emergency contact?

That's it?

That's it.

I, um...

I didn't know who else to ask.

Whatever you need...

No questions asked.

[Soft dramatic music]

Because honestly,

I don't...

I don't think I could
bear losing you too.

♪ ♪

- Amir.
- [Both playfully grunting]

Come on, get it.

Watch out.

[Laughs] Here, pass it back.

♪ ♪

Bryan! Come.

♪ ♪

Hi.

Come meet my son.

Amir.

It's okay. Say hello, Amir.

♪ ♪

Hello.

♪ ♪

Can you play soccer?

♪ ♪

- Come on... oh!
- [Laughs] Through my legs.

Good job, Amir.

♪ ♪

- Against him again.
- It's two against one.

[Both playfully grunting]

♪ ♪

Here he comes.

- Oof!
- [Laughs]

♪ ♪

Goal!

♪ ♪