Taken (2017–2018): Season 2, Episode 4 - OPSEC - full transcript

- This is
Sangita Patel reporting

from the Dunlap
Steel plant.

Once the largest
steel supplier in the DC area,

this plant will undergo
a major transformation

as part of the president's
innovation campaign.

Employees will range
from steel workers

to rocket scientists,

as this facility will become

the largest aerospace
manufacturer in the country.

And yes, the president
himself is expected

to be on hand shortly
for the official launch.



- ID worked.

- You doubted me?

What's your position?
- Just south of you.

Watching the perimeter.

Among other things.

Hello.

- Be vigilant.
President arrives soon.

- Secret Service too busy
to secure their own events?

- The White House was notified
of a possible threat.

But the president insisted on
going forward with this event.

Director Casey
called us and asked us

to pull
security detail.

- What exactly
am I looking for?

- We've noticed a spike
in metadata regarding POTUS



in this location.

Kilroy is pinpointing
the threat right now.

- You know, I'm sifting through
literally petabytes of data.

I might not find
anything at all.

- Aw, don't be such a killjoy,
Kilroy.

- Mm, I'll make sure to tip
my waitress on the way out.

- Heads up. POTUS inbound.

- Roger that.

They're in the building now.

- There's a familiar face.

- Who?

- Colonel James.
Air Force pilot.

Saved my ass a couple of times
in Afghanistan.

Looks like he's been promoted

to carrier of
the Nuclear Football.

- Wait, the Nuclear Football?

As in the briefcase
with the big red button?

- Wherever the president goes,
the briefcase goes.

It contains nuclear codes,

should POTUS ever
have to launch a strike.

- So they tell us.

I mean, nobody really knows
exactly what's in that thing.

And whatever it is,
it's top secret

and could do more damage
than the Hale-Bopp comet.

All at the stubby fingertips
of a vulgarian

who thrives on chaos.

That thing is like having
the power of Zeus in a handbag.

- Thank you for
that assessment.

- You're welcome.

- And now, to award the
official federal contract,

and commence our...
- Something's wrong.

- What?

- Please join me in giving
a big welcome to

the President
of the United States.

- We need to evacuate
the building, now.

- Secure POTUS.

- POTUS is clear
of the building.

- Colonel James,
where are you going?

James is stealing the football.

Santana,
he's heading your way.

- You in the van, freeze!

Hey!

Stop.

- See if you can cut him off.

- Help, a man's
after the football.

- Halt! Secret Service.

- You gotta listen to me,

the Colonel is trying
to steal the football.

- Down on your knees.
- We don't have time for this.

- Do it now.

Oh!

- Mills?
- I'm fine.

I lost visual.

- Mills, what's your status?

- Colonel James got away.

- What about the football?

- It's gone.

- Homework.

- But it's
the bottom of the ninth.

- Um, 15 more minutes,
and then math.

- Roger that.

- Okay.

- Do you have it?

- James didn't make the drop.

- What do you mean?
What happened?

- Some guy was chasing him,

and I drove off before
they got me too.

- Secret Service.

- No, somebody else.

- Were you made?
- No.

I got out of there quick.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

What now?

- We finish what we started.

I'll contact James again
and make sure he remembers

what's at stake.

We need that briefcase.

- Yeah.

- Any luck tracking down James?

- The briefcase is fitted
with GPS,

but we can't
detect a signal.

He's likely
disabled it.

- Anyone hurt in the blast?

- No, it appears the explosion
came from a small pipe bomb.

Loud, but non-lethal.

- Just enough to serve
as a decent distraction

for an atomic heist.
- Yeah.

Well, the good news is the
codes are routinely changed.

New ones have already
been issued.

- Wait,
wouldn't James know that?

- Yes, which means he's
probably after something else.

I contacted the White House,
and there are essentially

four things in
the Nuclear Football.

There's retaliatory options
in the event of an attack.

The procedures for the
emergency alert system.

The nuclear codes.

And the site book.

- What's the site book?

- It's a strategic playbook in
the event of another World War.

Contains highly
classified information.

- Like what?

- Mobile nuclear assets,
for one.

I mean, if it were to get into
the hands of terrorists,

or a rogue nation--

- They'd know exactly
where to strike.

- It would cripple
our defense infrastructure.

I'm thinking James
is attempting

to sell the site book
to the highest bidder.

- No, no, I know this guy.

He just wouldn't do that.

My squad was pinned down
in Kabul, and he--

He landed in a hot LZ under
heavy fire to get us all out.

The guy's a war hero.

- Well, right now he's
a federal fugitive

who just
committed treason.

Even war heroes need
to pay their bills.

- I got something.

Security footage of the van
that Santana saw

after the blast.

- Nice work.
You check with DMV?

- Mm-hmm, yeah, it was reported
stolen 48 hours ago.

- Great.
Get the plate to Santana.

She's got a contact
at Capitol Police

who can run it through
their plate scanner database.

- The minute that van hits
the road, we'll be on it.

- I'm gonna go talk to our
friends at the Pentagon.

See if they can't
shed any light

as to why
Colonel James went rogue.

- General Reed.
- Hi.

- Thank you for meeting me
on such short notice.

- Pleasure.

My office briefed me,
said you had information

regarding the football.
- Yes.

Colonel James had a--
- James?

He's alive?

- Yes,
we have reason to believe

that the Colonel
actually stole the football.

- That's not possible.

The Secret Service reported
the man was after James.

The same man attacked two other
agents, likely abducted him.

- That was my operator.
I had a team in the field.

He chased James down,
but he got away.

- I'm the head of the
White House Military Office.

The football is
my jurisdiction.

If there was another team
in the field,

I should've
been notified.

- DOD and I decided
to keep this one off the books.

- Look, I know James.

He's not just a subordinate.

This doesn't make any sense.

- Was there anyone with whom he
came into contact recently?

Was there any change in his
mood or behavior?

- No, no, nothing.

- The DOD issues all aides
cell phones and email accounts.

Correct?
- Yes.

- I'm gonna need those
to see if anyone

tried to make
contact.

- I just want James found.

And brought back
as quickly as humanly possible.

Unharmed.

You're gonna get
everything you need.

- Thank you.

Right now the media is unaware
that the football is missing.

I suggest we keep it that way.
- Agreed.

Since you've been
running point on this,

I want you to continue
with the investigation.

But I'm gonna need
real time updates, understood?

- Of course.

- Thank you.

- That's the van.

- Looks like your contact
came through.

- Again with the doubts?

Nobody's home.
- He's gotta be nearby.

We have a possible target.

- James may be attempting
to make another drop.

Don't move in until you can
confirm he has the football.

- Roger that.

- Setting up an exchange
amongst those that, uh,

society can't or refuses to see
is kind of brilliant, actually.

You know?

"Evil," I meant.
I swap the words sometimes.

- Colonel James?

It's over, sir.

Now hand me the case.

- Uh!

No.
Stop!

- I got him!

- I have the football.

- No, you don't know
what you're doing.

- Talk to me.
Tell me what's going on.

- They have my boy.

Evan.

They've got my son.

- For the last time,

where the hell am I?

Did they make contact again?

I need that phone in case
they call back.

- You're in a secure facility,

and no,
they have not reached out.

- My son's dead.
- We don't know that.

- But time is of the essence,
Colonel.

We need to know everything
the kidnappers said.

- I already went over this.
- Then tell us again.

- I was supposed to drop the
briefcase in a shopping cart.

Once I did, I'd get Evan back.

- What about before then?

When did you first realize
Evan was missing?

- I went to work at 0500.

Linda came over to watch him.
- And Linda is your nanny?

- Later that morning I received
an anonymous phone call

telling me
to come home immediately.

When I got there, there was
no sign of Linda or Evan.

Just that cell phone with a
voice message and his picture.

It said they had him,

and I was supposed to wait
for further instructions.

- I requisitioned
your personnel files

from General Reed

and ran background checks on
all your emergency contacts,

including Linda Green.

Your nanny is not
who she says she is.

- What is this?

- She forged her records.

Whoever she is, she stole the
real Linda Green's identity.

- Oh, that can't be right.
- It is.

We ran multiple backgrounds.

We believe she kidnapped Evan.

- She would never do that.

Linda's been his nanny
for over two years.

- Well, how did you find her?

- I went through a bitter
custody battle with my ex-wife.

She wanted everything I had,
except Evan.

The military doesn't give
breaks to single dads.

I met Linda in the park
one day.

Evan was giving me a hard time,
as kids do.

She saw and stepped right in.

She was sweet and attentive.
- She targeted you.

It's a classic
espionage technique.

She just simply waited
for the right moment to strike.

- You really think
she'd hurt him?

- If she doesn't
get what she wants.

But we shouldn't speculate.

- Has my dad called yet?

- No.
Sweetie, you know he's working.

But don't worry, I'm sure
he'll call real soon.

- Is that him?
- No.

Why don't you finish your game?

Put him on.

- They got the football.
- Who?

- The guy from the factory.

James, he must be working
with them,

setting us up
or something.

- He would never
risk the life of his son.

- I don't understand
how they knew.

- It's because they ID'd you
at the factory.

- No, I was careful.
- No, you were sloppy.

And you jeopardized
the mission.

- Give me one more chance,
I will get it this time.

- You have done enough.
- Linda, please.

- Put Hector back on.

- Yeah.

- I need you to
come back here.

They may be on to us.

We need to move
the kid again.

- And what about him?

- Have him close up shop,
and ready for the assault.

We can't afford to be caught.
Remind him of that.

- Santana's inventorying the
briefcase with Colonel James.

- You will be alone...
- Those the drop instructions?

- Mm-hmm.

- Why is there so much
interference?

- Mm, something's screwy
with their codes.

The kidnappers sent the
instructions to James using

an end-to-end
encryption messenger.

- Meaning?

- Meaning that Sonya the Golden
Hand would have a--a--

an impossible time
lifting data off this phone.

Nothing?
Really?

Famous Russian jewel thief.

Trained a monkey
to swallow precious gems

while she negotiated
with merchants--

It doesn't matter, okay?

The point is, I, um,

managed to access
the messenger's raw script,

and narrow it down to, like,

about half a dozen groups.

I think we're dealing
with a domestic cell.

- Domestic, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- So then why could I
read some French there?

Look, zoom in.
- No, no.

- That's actually Arpitan.
It's a Gallo-Romance language.

But why is it in the code?

- Because it's their signature.

I mean, coders are artists,
they like to autograph their--

Oh, man.
- What?

- Why is that so familiar?

Oh, my God.
The Independents.

- Wh-what--who?

- The Independents.

You know,
the radical hacktivists.

You know, they're like,
"the only true patriots."

"Thorn on
the government's side."

- I thought that group
went dark.

- Well, apparently not.

- They surfaced last in 2005.
They--

They blackmailed
the Bush administration.

Tried to get them
to admit that--

that they knew Saddam
didn't have WMDs, right?

And when the Feds refused,
this guy,

their leader,
Julius Vox, right?

He released thousands
of classified documents.

He--he waged a
full-on cyber war.

- I remember that.
He shut down Langley for hours.

- Right, right.

- They had to reboot
the entire system

just to undo what he did.
- Yeah, yeah, so good.

Impressive, right?

The--then it was impressive.
It was impressive then.

- Well, maybe Julius
is planning on leaking

the information in the site
book, carrying on--

- No, no, no, no, no.
It's, uh--it's not his style.

- He did it before.

- Yeah, but to whistle-blow
against federal crimes,

not to cripple our defenses.

These guys are watchdogs,
you know.

They're not anarchists,
you know.

Besides, it would be a little
difficult for him

to begin where
he left off.

Inconvenient to say the least.
- How so?

- Julius was killed in an
explosion three years ago

during an FBI raid.

The Independents blame
the government.

- Then it's about revenge.

It'd explain why they've
come out of hiding.

- The Feds still have
a dossier, um,

on The Independents, but
I can't access the information.

- I can get it
from General Reed.

- Okay.

- Football's intact.
Not a hair out of place.

I put James in holding.

- Now what?

We turn this thing over and
they don't get what they want,

James may never
see his son again.

- So where are we?

Have we found James
or the football yet?

- We're close.

- On the phone you said
you needed to be

read in on
The Independents?

- Yes, we've ID'd them
as the kidnappers.

Apparently, it has something to
do with their former leader,

Julius Vox.
- Vox.

The cyber attack guy.
I remember.

Listen,
the Oval wants to go public

on the missing football
tomorrow.

- I would strongly
advise against that.

- The president wants to share
the information

with the American people
himself, rather than have 'em

finding out about it
through social media.

- If The Independents see
their name in the news,

it may provoke them
into doing something rash.

And blow our chance
at getting Evan back safely.

- The decision's
already been made.

- Look, I'm just asking you
for 24 hours.

And we still have a shot
at ending this

with no
loss of life.

- I can push
the news briefing to tomorrow.

But if the briefcase
isn't recovered by then,

there's nothing more I can do.

- Thank you.

- Sure this is the place,
Kilroy?

- Yeah, I wasn't able to
triangulate the exact location

of the phone used
to call James,

but I was able to
determine the cell tower.

- Ok, well, those things
cover up to 45 miles.

So how are we sure
they're here?

- 'Cause of the interference.

- What about it?

- That site is
a ghost station.

I mean, everything about it
screams "abandoned," right?

Except for the fact
that it's transmitting

shortwave frequencies that are
bouncing off the ionosphere.

- That is fascinating, Kilroy.
In English, please.

- The voice message
left for James

picked up interference
from that location.

- All I needed to hear.

- I got that lock.

- You learn lock-picking
at West Point?

- No,
Ocean's Eleven.

One second.

Got it.

- That's--
that's the Constitution, right?

- Yeah.

That is not the Constitution.

- I'll clear this area.

- GPS coordinates.

- Drop the gun.
- Okay.

- Oh!

- Where's the boy?

No!

- You can't stop us.

- Santana!

What did you just take?
What was that?

- What the hell is going on?
What happened?

- Cyanide...

Who are we dealing with?

- Dinner time, Vox.

- Thank you.

- All right,
I am sending the pictures now.

- Got 'em.

- This may sound crazy, but I
think Julius Vox is alive.

- What makes you think that?

- Secret underground prison.
Mysterious gas explosion.

- Whoa, whoa, back--back up.
What secret prison?

I knew it.

- What?

- Would you like to share that
with the rest of us please?

- Yep, there--there's an
urban legend among coders

that if the government wants a
black hat to work for them,

and they refuse,
they stick you

in the deepest
hole they can dig.

Sounds familiar.

- Well, they're definitely
looking for somebody.

Do you wanna call the car?
We're heading back now.

- I'll contact local PD.

- My son.
Did you find him?

- You said the site book
contained information

regarding
classified locations.

Could any of them
be a black site?

- Maybe.

What does that have to do
with Evan?

- Come with me.

We need you to decipher
these coordinates.

How well do you know
the site book?

- Like the back of my hand.

Carriers must damn near
memorize it

in the event
the president needs advisement.

- I want you to take a look
at the map on this screen

and tell me
if any of the coordinates

match one in the book.

- That one, there.
C-2-0-4.

It's right here.

- It says it's
a federal storage facility.

- Well, can't exactly
call it "Gitmo DC."

This is interesting.
There's a laundry manifest.

There's been pick-ups and
deliveries to this site.

There's an electrical read out.

- How'd you get that?

- Freedom of Information Act,
baby.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Do we have a location
on Julius yet?

- We're working on it.

- Man, whatever
they're doing there

is pulling enough juice
to power Nationals Park.

- Oh, my God,
it's Linda.

That's her.

- Do you have a list
of known accomplices?

- Nancy Clark.

36, 5'3".
- Julius's wife.

They're married.

- This is an extortion.

- On a trade?
- Exactly.

You said it yourself.

Releasing information that
could harm the innocent

isn't their style.

The Independents want the
football to trade for Julius.

- For obvious reasons,
that can't happen.

- Then let's give them the man.

- Vox? You just--you just wanna
give them Julius Vox?

- Yeah.

- He's being held in
a supermax black site.

- Yeah, but illegally.

I mean, he's being held
illegally.

- Kilroy is right.

The world thinks that
Julius is dead.

No due process, no trial.

They just threw away the key.

- Trading a hostage
for a prisoner--

I mean, that's
really no different

than negotiating
with terrorists.

- Also, how do we
even know he's there?

- What was the date that
Julius was killed?

- April something.

April 16th.

- See if anyone
was processed into the--

the black site, on or shortly
after that date.

- Here.

Inmate 10642.

- There you go.

Processed two days after
Julius' recorded death.

It has to be him.

- Before we even
consider doing this,

you have to remember he is
being held by federal agents.

No one gets hurt.
- So we go in undercover.

Santana will arrange
the proper credentials.

We infiltrate
the black site,

grab Julius, and be out
before anyone

realizes we were even there.

- This isn't a simple
snatch and grab.

Kilroy will need to upload
a prisoner transfer request

in their system.

In order to do that,

one of you will have to
excuse yourself.

- Uh, bathroom?

- Thanks.

You'll need to locate
their server room

and gain access
to their main hub.

- I'll need a few minutes
to upload the patch.

- Not seeing the prisoner's
transfer in my system.

Let me call it in.
- You know what, I got it.

I got this.

He's probably just forgot
to hit send or something.

- What?

- Hey, how're we doing?

- This is not an exact science,
all right?

- Well, you know, hurry up,

or you're gonna have to send
someone to break us out.

- Okay, it's done, it's done.

It's done.
I'm okay.

- Here you go, you
try that again?

- Bring up 10642.

- All good?
- I believe so.

- We got him.
- Let's go.

- I think we've got a problem.

- I got this.

Make sure
we're not followed.

Hey, can you show me
the quickest way

to get to the
interstate?

- Halt.
- Run!

- Congratulations, Mr. Vox.
You've just made parole.

- Welcome back to the living,
Mr. Vox.

I have a deal to offer you.

Your group,
The Independents have been

very busy
in your absence.

- Herodotus.

- Excuse me?
- The father of lies.

You work for the government,
yes?

- Right now,
we do, yes.

- I'm sorry, have we met?

- I don't think so.

- Are you sure?
I never forget a face.

- Spend any time at Sing Sing?

Oh, no, no.

They deem me far too important
to be held in such

an asinine warehouse
of delinquents.

- Okay.
Well, then I guess not.

- Mr. Vox, it--

Give Kilroy a run at Julius.

I don't think that's
a good idea.

- Come on,
we're not getting anywhere,

and we're
all out of time.

- You don't have
the stench of a Bureau man.

- [chuckles]
Glad somebody noticed.

- Co-opted by the company?
- Something like that.

- We are all chameleons.

We take our hue and the color--

- Of the moral character
of those around us.

John Locke.

- Well-read.

For a marionette.

- Says the guy who
was just freed by one.

- Hmm.

*

- Do you know what's happening?

- Assume you need my help
for something.

- Your wife
kidnapped a little boy.

That doesn't sound right.

- She did it to get you out.

- She would never do that.

- She's threatened to hurt him
if she doesn't get you back.

- You don't know Nancy.

- No, I mean--

I don't know Nancy.
That's right.

But, I mean, I know...

I know guys like us.
- Us?

- Yeah.

We start out with a creed,
right?

Seek the truth at any cost.

Then we discover that truth.
We don't like what we see.

Better off not knowing, right?

The system, you know,
it doesn't care--

It doesn't care who it wrongs.
Doesn't care who it hurts.

So why not just--psh.

Blow the whole thing up.
I mean, I get it, believe me.

The problem is,
it--it's not--

It's not the system.

It's you,

and me,

who ends up hurting people.

It's not society.

So...

That creed just kind of
falls apart, doesn't it?

- I help you get the boy back,
you reinstate my freedom.

- Yeah.
- No.

You need to answer
for your crimes.

What I'm offering you
is a podium.

Your day in court.

Your chance
to speak your truth.

- And let my peers
decide my fate?

- No more dark holes.

Neil, where the hell are you?

- Hello, Nancy.

That's your real name--
Nancy Clark.

- Who is this?
Where's Neil?

- Let's just say I'm a third
party who wants to make sure

your deal goes through.

Unfortunately,
Neil didn't make it.

- You killed him?

- Cyanide.

I'm guessing
you know from where.

- What do you want?
- I already told you.

- Well, it's too late.

- I hope that's not true.

Has Evan been harmed?

- Tell Mark to say
goodbye to his son.

- I think you need
to listen to my offer.

- Nancy?

It's me.

- Julius?

- I'm going with you.

- I can't allow that, Colonel.

- Evan doesn't know you.

He won't come
if he doesn't see me.

Please.
He's my son.

- I can't do it.

- Kabul.
2013.

Got your squad out.
Left no one behind.

No one.

- I didn't think you
remembered that mission.

- I never forget the lunatics.

- Remember, Julius,
we leave with you and the kid.

- My people aren't
going to like this.

- Come here.

- That was the deal.

You come back to us, we'll make
sure your voice is heard.

- Yeah.

- You just make sure you stick
to the plan, all right?

- Go to your dad.

- It's okay.

- Baby, come on.

- I can't come with you
right now.

- What?
I don't understand.

- I made a deal.

So we won't be silenced.

- You what?

You believe them?

Julius, these people are liars.

Look what they've done to us.

- You kidnapped a boy.

- I did that for you.

- I know.

But I still can't
come with you.

If I do,
they'll never stop hunting us.

- I have the prisoner
in my sight, sir.

Free to engage?
- Yes, engage.

Shoot to kill.

- Yes, sir.

Mount up.

- Julius, get down!

Get the kid off the road.

- Ah!

- Ah!

- We gotta move.
On my mark.

- Three, two--
- Ah!

- No! No!

- Ah!

- Julius.
- No! No!

- You good?

And Julius?

- What's gonna happen to James?

- I spoke with
the Department of Justice.

He's lost his
security clearance

and he'll have to retire.

But they're not
gonna prosecute.

He was acting out of duress.

- Well, that's a bit
of good news.

- Well, I wish I could say
the same for Julius.

- Although only heard
by the people in this room,

his message did get out.

- Really?

Did he? I--

Maybe I missed it.

- He made a choice.

Do the right thing
and save a life.

I don't know how you could
possibly show

more integrity than that.

There's only one thing
left to do.

- Where's the football?

- I handed it off
to the Security Council.

- You were supposed
to bring it here.

- You almost got away with it.

- What are you talking about?

- I had the opportunity to chat
with Julius before his death.

Imagine my surprise
when I found out

you were responsible
for his false imprisonment.

That's ridiculous.

- I thought so too.

Until I had my people
look into it.

And it turns out that upon
intake, all inmates require

a three-star general's
authorization.

Guess who's signature was in
Julius' processing forms?

- What do you want?
- What do I want?

You tried to murder several
people, including my team.

What do I want?

- Julius Vox was
an escaped prisoner.

He was an imminent threat
to national security.

He had to be neutralized.
- He deserved justice.

- Don't talk to me
about justice.

Men like me do the things we do

so good people
can have justice.

- That's not for you to decide.

He's all yours.

- The things I did were
for the good of this country.

For the good of this nation!

- Sir,
relinquish your sidearm.

- With continuing coverage of

the Defense Department
scandal,

we go to Susan McCain
on location.

- Inmates were released today
from a secret government

facility where they had been
held without any due process.

Some for years.

Senior White House
Military Officer

General Isaac Reed
was arrested

in what is being dubbed
the largest infringement

in our nation's
civil liberties.

The hacktivist group
known as The Independents

is largely responsible
for shining a light

on the illegal black site.

However, the group's leader
Julius Vox

died several years ago,

never living to see
his day in court.

- Son of a bitch.

- Huh?

- Um, no, nothing.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Hey, did they find the bodies,
or...

- Linda was recovered
at the scene.

But the blast must've thrown
Julius from the bridge.

Local PD is dredging the river.

Hey, wanna grab a drink?

- Uh, no, no, I'm good, man.
Thank you.

Uh, you go ahead.
- Okay.

Don't stay up too late.

- Don't worry.

Not planning on it.