Taken (2017–2018): Season 2, Episode 1 - S.E.R.E. - full transcript

- One for the gringo.

- I need noise

I need the buzz of a sub

Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut

- Pay up! Pay up!

I need the buzz of a sub

Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut

I need blood in the cut

I need
blood in the cut



I need blood in the cut

- Seven, eight,

nine, ten.

11

- Guess I'm contagious

It'd be safest if you ran

That's what they all
just end up doing in the end

Take my car
and paint it black

- One for the gringo.

Take my heart
break it in half

- Two for The Hawk.

Say something
do it soon

It's too quiet
in this room

- I need the buzz of a sub



Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut

I need blood in the cut

I need blood in the cut

- Get back!

Ohh!

- Down he goes!

- Pay up! Pay up!

- Huge upset.

- Good job.

- Very convincing performance.

- Soap.

What's that?

- That'll work.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

- Na na na na na

Na na na na

Na na na na na na

Na na na na na

Na na na na

Na na na na na na

- Piss off.

- You son of--

- I need noise

I need the buzz of a sub

Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut

I need blood in the cut

I need
blood in the cut

11, 12, 13.

14, 15, 16.

17, 18, 19.

20, 21, 22, 23.

- Hey!

- Hold it!

- Drop your weapon!

- Let's go

- I need noise

I need the buzz of a sub

Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut

Blood in the cut

I need blood in the cut

I need
blood in the cut

- Welcome to Ajna,

where we are looking
to the future.

Please cooperate with
increased security measures

and leave all digital devices

in approved
storage receptacles.

- No phones, no digital
cameras in the building.

You're clear to go, Ms. Hart.

- I heard Bass hired
a former spy as a consultant.

CIA couldn't find
WMDs in Iraq--

now they're gonna help us?

- Guess they
ran out of countries

in the Middle East to collapse.

- Just another old spook
looking for a second pension.

What a racket.

- Yeah, we should go.

- Ignore them.

They think espionage
is French for spinach.

Been meaning
to introduce myself.

Langston Chakowski,
Chief Security Officer.

- Christina Hart.

Just another old spook.

- Well, I, for one,

am glad to have
a former spy onboard.

Bass says we can't
change the game

until we change
the thinking in the beltway.

- Well, thank you,

but it's gonna take
a lot more than keystrokes

to change the world.

- Actually, our software's

already revolutionized
the security industry.

It's taking over.

The CEO of the fastest
growing tech firm,

and he makes it a point
to get to know every employee.

No digital cameras allowed

pending the release
of Ajna 2.0.

- I thought version 1.0
was gonna change the world.

- 2.0 can find anything.

Including people?

- Dead or alive.

- Well, you better keep that
under lock and key.

- You tell the center
I'll have all the budgets

sent to them in a--
Christina?

Christina Hart?

- Hey, Glen.

- Hey.
I'll meet you inside.

Wow.

What a pleasure.

So, when did you change
your government stripes

for corporate stripes?

- Well, I see you've climbed
the ranks at Homeland.

- Ah, Deputy Director.

I can't complain.

So, you decided
to give civilian life

a shot after you
got that demotion?

- Well, the timing was right.

So, what do you know
about our software?

- Only it's hard
to bargain with a company

whose software
already infiltrated

50% of security agencies
in NATO.

- It's the very definition
of a killer app.

- Seriously, Christina,
what happened to your DNI team?

- Well, I was able
to reassign most of them

to other government agencies.

What about the one

that was still
missing in action?

Um, uh, Mills. Bryan Mills.

Oh, it's never an easy decision
to leave folks behind.

What happened
to you and your team--

I'm sorry.

I'll see you inside.

- Hey...

...slow down.

What is an American doing

off the grid?

In a Mexican prison?

- Had tequila in Ensenada.

Narcos had me arrested
by some corrupt policía.

Turned my farm into a meth lab.

My wife and daughter
escaped to a neighbor's farm.

There's nothing left
here for me, amigo.

- I wish you
the best with that.

- But I wanna pay you back.

If not for you,
I'd be stuck in that black hole

for the rest
of my short life.

You help me find a coyote.

- I know someone.

I gave him some money
to get me across the border.

Someplace safe.

But when I got thrown in jail,
he kept the money.

Take me to him,
and I'll help your family.

- Just so you know,

these people
they're dangerous.

And they don't like gringos.

He escaped?

Yeah, I got it.

- Payne.

- We got a problem.

Our rabbit's fled its cage,

and he knows too much
about our little arms deal

with the narcos to allow
back across the border.

- Consider it done.

- So, as you can see,
with our software,

DHS can become pre-emptive
rather than reactive.

- Right.

It sounds like you're trying
to sell us a crystal ball.

I'll take that as compliment.

- Does this digital world
of algorithms

match up to the real world?

- Of course.
- No.

Based on your experience,
does it?

- Yes, it does.

And version 2.0
will do even more.

- Well, we don't have to--

- No, no, go on.

- Ajna 2.0 can be used
to identify human traffickers.

We just need to build
a similar database

with details like passports,
visas, airline tickets.

- Assuming most
human traffickers

travel through
airport immigration.

- They do.
- Oh, good to know.

Well, thank you,
thank you, Ms. Hart.

And thank you, Director,
very much for your time.

- You're welcome.

- Okay.

- You the one in charge
of the coyotes?

- Because you're the only
one in here not packing.

- I don't need weapons.

Santa Muerte watches over me.

- Huh, guess I came
to the wrong place, then.

- Insurance
isn't such a bad thing.

- The weapons were mine when
you walked through the door.

Besides, Americans are more
expensive to transport.

Call it a luxury tax.

- My friend already paid
your man here a down payment.

He stole his money.

- I know nothing
of this arrangement.

- There are three
shotguns in the bag.

I could either use one
on each of your bodyguards,

or you could waive
that luxury tax.

That's my final offer.

Take it or leave it.

- He will shoot you before you
get the shotgun out of the bag.

- Watch out!

- Don't.

- You're right.

Couldn't get the gun
out of the bag.

- He's going to need surgery.

- Take this as an offering

for Santa Muerte.

- But I get to bring
my friend here and his family.

- Let's just say there's
a few guys in prison

who need surgery too.

- I like your style, soldier.

Looks like you're going home.

Hey, Christina.

Thought we could debrief
the sales pitch.

- Speak only when spoken to,
is that it?

- You know why
I started this company?

- You wanted
to change the world.

- I get it, I get it,

you think I've compromised
my principles,

but the reason
I cut you off in the meeting

is not because I don't care
about human trafficking.

Of course I do.

I cut you off because
there's no money in it.

- So, give me access
to version 2.0.

I'll see if it can
identify human traffickers.

And if it does, I will spin
my government rolodex

and generate new
business development.

That's why you hired me
in the first place.

Right?

We'll start
with training wheels.

I'll give you access
to version 1.0,

but Christina,

if you walk out of here
and your heart's not in it,

then just keep going
past the cafeteria

'cause there's plenty
of packing boxes.

- Fair enough.

Find your gun, we find
your last known location.

Weapons inventory.

Black site prison?

- You've reached Santana.

Name your price,
then double it.

Out.

- Hey, I need your help

with a time-sensitive
search and rescue op.

Mmm, this is good quality.

Must be from the
Congolese rebels, yeah?

- Best khat Africa
has to offer.

There's two more truckloads
waiting outside.

- One Sledgehammer.

Been on my Christmas list
for a while now.

- What use do you have
for an electronic hammer?

- It's not just any jammer.

Donkey Kong Sledgehammers
developed by DARPA

specifically for Joint
Special Operations Command

can put to sleep every electron
within a 50-mile radius.

Let's cut the BS, Ayi,

because we both know
Black Hawk Down

wasn't the last helo
to go down in the Mog.

- I know nothing of that.

- It crashed in your
clan's territory.

- Unfortunately, the avionics
burned up in the crash.

- Well then, I guess
I'll just take my toys and go.

- Wait.

- Perfect.

So, we have a deal.

- Rumor is you don't work
for the U.S. military anymore.

Some trouble in Iraq about

the illegal transfer
of weapons to insurgents.

- That's my business.

- Yes, but without the U.S.
government backing you,

what's to stop me
from shooting you,

taking your khat,

and keeping my
electronic jammer?

- I don't know.

Maybe the bribe?

You never paid me a bribe.

- Well, I wasn't
talking to you.

New plan.

Oh, one second,
I gotta get this.

- You are making a mistake.

- You have one new message.

- Hey, I need your help
with a time-sensitive

search and rescue op.

Our MIA just came up for air
and I'm guessing he's gonna

hitch a ride to the closest
border crossing near Del Rio.

It's a 48-hour window max.
And one more thing.

They're not gonna let him
just walk across the border,

so come loaded for bear.

- How did you know where
to find the coyote?

- I worked at a cattle ranch
outside Dallas

with my brother for ten years,
sending money back every week.

Finally saved enough
to bring my family over.

I want my kids
to have a better life.

Emilia here--

she wants to study, uh,

engineering.

- American dream.

- Damn it, narcos.

Listen to me.

They're traffickers.

I know them and what
they're about to do.

I think your daughter
is about to be taken.

You need to do
exactly as I say,

and I promise,
I'll do everything in my power

to bring her back to you alive.

Okay? Hide her.

Pull her baseball cap down.

- I'm with you.

- Sorry to inform you,
campesinos,

but there is a border tax.

You can pay,
or you can get out.

- How lovely.

You come home with me.

- No! No!

No!

- No!

- Sit down!

- Papa.

- No!

You take me.

- Americano.

- Yeah.

- You'll fetch a nice ransom.

Bring him.

- No. No.

Ma! Mommy!

- Go!

Hey.

Don't look.

If we're going
to get out of this,

I need you to be my eyes and
ears, Emilia, can you do that?

I don't know.

I'm scared.

- It's okay.

Can you look outside and tell
me the tallest thing you see?

- A mountain.

- Which side of the car
is it on?

- The left.
- That's good.

Where is the sun?

- Behind us.
- Listen to me.

They're gonna separate us.
Don't worry.

I'll find you, but I--

I need you to do
something else for me.

- Your bracelet.

I know it was a gift
from your first communion,

but I'm gonna need you
to break it

and throw a bead
out of the window

every ten minutes
and at every turn.

Emilia, I know you're scared.
That's okay.

Just let that fear in,

and you have to lock it up
in a corner of your brain

and you just focus
on what you have to do.

Where was your family headed?

- To my uncle's house
in Dallas.

- Okay, just think
of Dallas, Emilia.

And you never forget
that I am coming for you.

One last thing.

The bobby pin in your hair...

- No, no, no, no, no!

- Get in the car.

- Nice control center.

You can do
everything from here.

- Intrusions,
malware, DDoS attacks.

I defend the entire
network from right here.

- Only one in five years.

Took us six months,
but we caught the guy.

- Mmm, let me guess.

Kilroy.

- Yeah, well,
he always leaves a trail

just to let you know
he was there.

- Yeah.

Mm, what's this?

- Virtual vault.
Next level.

I mean, who needs
32 inches of steel

when you got 32-bit,
15 character unique passwords?

- Your wife must feel
very safe at home.

- Ah, Catherine could
care less about this stuff.

- That's a nice pooch.

- Ah, that's Byte.
With a Y.

Well, I'm sorry,

I have to rush again,
but thank you.

- Yeah.
- Thank you for the tour.

- No problem,
no problem, anytime.

- Martello, go.

- The guy who ruined
our little arms deal--

I found him.

Take a look.

I can dispose of him for you.

- I'll send a cleanup crew

to compensate you
for your trouble.

- Smoke him.

- Time for a necktie.

- Damn it!

- He can't be far.

- Orale, hurry up, esé.

The goods are ready
for delivery.

- Get rid of it!

- Hey, hey, hey.

It's me, it's me.

- You,

You came.

- No.

No, they gave me a pill.

- Okay.

Let's get you out of here.

- We're going home.

- Kilroy.

Surprised you haven't hacked
your way out of here yet.

- Still plenty of time--
20 years,

to be exact, thanks to you.

- Well, I would
offer you an apology,

but how about
something more useful

like a work release?

Yeah, no thanks, not really
a big fan of the government,

much less wanna work for one.

- Well, that didn't stop you
from consulting for the FBI

before they caught you
hacking into Quantico.

And then what did you do
with your access?

You hacked into the Director
of National Intelligence.

So, I'd say your
government-related issues

are largely self-inflicted.

Frog meets scorpion.
It's my nature.

- Which is exactly
why I'm here.

- Didn't the feds buy
some kind of magic fairy dust

from Clayton Bass so you could
track down your supervillains?

- Got something better.

- Where the hell
did you get this?

- Old school tradecraft
still beats high tech.

- I stole version 2.0.

Well, technically,
just the guts, but...

So, you wanna
take it for a spin?

- Mmm. Yeah. I do.

Unfortunately, without
access to intelligence feeds,

which no one in their
right mind is gonna give me,

you got yourself a race car,
no gas.

- I can get you
access to feeds.

Upstream.

- If I'm gonna work for
the spook that ruined my life--

yeah, I do, I do care.

- Okay, well,
something tells me

you're not gonna wanna
spend the next 20 years

in this box
without broadband.

How does this work?

Parole board?

- That won't be necessary.

I just called the Deputy
Director of Homeland Security

and saved him a few million
on some half-assed software.

Guy owes me.
- Oh.

I can appreciate that,
'cause I only do whole-ass.

- You do realize the
Department of Homeland Security

was only created to persecute
Italian anarchists, right?

Yeah? Okay, okay,
just checking.

Mmm, all right.

When do we start?

- I need to locate someone.
Yesterday.

- 'Cause like you,
he also just got out of prison

and my gut tells me

that someone doesn't
want him to come home.

- Hmm, always happy
to help out a fellow con.

- There's one more thing.

- Yes.

- Okay, I mean,
I can hack it, but sure.

Let's get that bitch on.

Well, this is different.

Some old
turn

- Long time ago.

- Right off of K street,

nestled right in the lobby
of Swampa, Georgetown.

Croix de Guerre, huh?
What is that?

Historical society?
Philanthropic?

- Something like that.

- Bats in the belfry.
Bruce Wayne up here?

No, more like repulsed.

I mean, I suppose the whole

echolocation
sonar thing is cool--

I mean, they're
literally flying blind--

but the rabies,
no, not so much.

Interesting.
Oh, yeah.

Thick walls make for
a natural faraday cage.

I get it,
these lines are insulated

to process
top secret information.

We're standing in a SCIF,
aren't we?

Eh?

Okay.

This is one of your old fronts,
isn't it?

That's how you knew the feeds
would still be live, huh?

Okay, all right...

I built out the algorithm
a little bit,

so get ready for some
shock and awe.

- Well, I hope we have
enough bandwidth to handle

the fire hose of data those
feeds are about to throw you.

- All right,

last know location.

Biometrics...

Wow.

The mother lode.

- Damn it, ten minutes behind.

Screw this.

- Almost, just a little longer.

- I found him.

But you're not gonna like
how I got there.

- Try me.

- I searched all the cell phone
geodata near the prison,

and I fed the info
back into the DNI database

and I came up with this.

- 935 Pennsylvania Avenue--

that's FBI headquarters.

- Yeah, someone's been
making encrypted calls

to a cell phone at a known
drug trafficker's safe house

right next door
to your boy's prison.

- They could just
be running a source.

- Yeah, that's what
I thought until I listened

to the unencrypted side
of the conversation.

- Your guy who ruined
our little arms deal--

I found him.

Take a look.

I can dispose
of him for you.

- I'll do you one better.

I ran a time
compression algorithm

on some satellite photos
courtesy of the NRO.

And, okay, so,

what you're seeing here is
the owner of that cell phone

in a truck chase engaged with

a 1976 Cadillac Eldorado,
spring edition.

- Meaning,
they're gonna catch him

before he reaches the border.

What about my contingency plan?

- She's running a little
behind schedule.

I mean,
he's pretty much screwed.

- Hang on.

- Yes.

- Take the wheel!

- Brake!

I got it.

- He's turning around!

- That mass of burning metal
used to be a technical.

- He made it.

- Christina.

Surprised they still
allow you access

considering you
no longer work for the DNI.

- Hello, Gary.

- Director Casey,
to what do I owe the--

- Your retirement.

- I don't even know
where to start.

Your illegal arms deal
with narcos,

or the assassination attempt
of an American war hero.

- Those are national defense--

- Mills was just a loose end
to you, wasn't he?

- Cover up's always
worse than the crime.

- Sir, there were
extenuating circumstances--

- You know, I have friends

who can arrange extradition

for crimes committed
across the border.

- I'll draw up my papers
in the morning.

I gotta hand it to you,
Christina.

When you came to me
six months ago

asking for help
to rescue Bryan Mills,

I didn't think it was possible.

- Well, I had some
logistical help

from old friends and assets.

- And you stole Ajna 2.0.

- Which I needed in order to

kick-start my new
prevention unit.

- Standard protocols.

Guise of a front company,
backstop,

funded out of the
black ops budget?

- Ahh.

What would I get in return?

- Well, the DNI was created
as a stop cap

to solve the cases that
fall through the cracks.

Now you have the software
to help you do it

and it didn't even
cost you a penny.

- Touché.

- One more thing.

I want the authority to choose
some of my own cases.

- What do I care what
cases a private company

with no connection
to the government takes on?

- Emilia!

- She's okay, she's okay.

- Gracias.

I--I don't know
how to pay you back.

- Yeah, you do.

You make sure
she becomes an engineer.

- Helped myself.

Didn't think you'd mind.

- I don't.

Not at all.

- You see, it turns out that

my own government not only left
me to rot in a Mexican prison,

but they wanted to ensure
that I died there, too.

- You knew the consequences
of your actions

the moment you
pulled that trigger.

You were either gonna die
or end up in prison.

- Mm-hmm.

And I'd do it all again.

Really?

- Mm-hmm.

- You know what
you didn't calculate

is how much you would
cost the rest of us.

There is no more team.

But know this--

I never stopped
looking for you

or trying to
orchestrate your return

no matter what the cost.

Why did you come back for me?

Why?

Really?

Let's just say I have
a greater appreciation

of the lengths to which
you are willing to go

to protect others.

You never stopped trying
to avenge your sister's death.

You never gave up.

So, how could I give up on you?

- Your girl's
one hell of a shot.

- Wait till you
meet her in person.

- That there is a key
to a trafficking network

on the U.S. side of the border.

- More proof
I made the right decision.

- The info off this flash drive

just brought down the whole
sex trafficking network.

These guys have no idea
what just hit them.

- You build this setup
yourself?

- Nah, it's just, you know,

you couldn't have found
a better monitor?

- Not unless you have
the key to the situation room.

Oh, right, uh,

would an 88-inch OLED
be too much to ask?

- Bryan,

glad you could join us.

Meet our new logistics officer.

- Hey. Santana. Pleasure.

- Hey.

- Santana was an
Army Quartermaster.

She ran with Special Ops.

You two might've crossed paths.

- You mean before
she was discharged

under something other than
honorable circumstances?

- Sorry, aren't you the one
with the ankle monitor?

- Yeah.

- Meet Kilroy,
our tech support.

- Uh, I prefer Chief
Technical Services Officer.

- Nice to meet you both.

And, uh...

Thank you.

- Welcome.

- Let's you and I
go take a walk.

- Nice view.

- Yeah, I don't know why,
but it always reminds me

of my first assignment
for the agency.

In Bosnia.

- I'm supposed to say
I've never been.

- Hmm.

I ran a source--Nadia.

She helped me collect
intel on the Serbs

as they were advancing.

She was stuck
behind enemy lines,

but because of the agency's
strict rules of engagement,

I wasn't allowed
to retrieve her.

Years later, investigators
dug up Nadia's remains

in a mass grave.

- If I had had
a Bryan Mills back then,

someone who knew
how to break the rules

without compromising
their principles,

Nadia might
still be alive today.

I need someone
who values prevention

and understands
our duty to protect,

Someone with a strong will

and sense of purpose.

Take your time
to make a decision.

- Since when have you ever
wanted me to take my time?

I'm in.

But this time,
I run ops my way.