The Missing (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Meeting - full transcript
The victim becomes the accused as Tony battles to prove his case. Meanwhile in present day France, something horrifying emerges.
Previously on "Missing"...
(Becca) Hi, babe.
(Paul) I love you, Becca.
I love you, too. Safe flight.
(Voice echoing) Daddy!
Michael!
Daddy! I applied to a
summer architecture program.
I got accepted.
It's in Rome.
(Michael) I'll call you tomorrow.
Bye, sweetheart. I love you.
I love you, too.
Aah! Aah!
(Becca) Michael moved out
of his dorm two weeks ago,
and no one knows where he went.
Something's happened to my son.
(Man) What is your purpose in Rome?
I'm here to visit my son.
(Grunting)
Dov'e mio figlio?
Rebecca Winstone...
active 1989 to 2001.
You are a suspect in
the murder of an Italian agent.
If I have to arrest you to keep
you safe, I'm gonna do it.
(Becca) What I'm about to do,
you cannot be a part of.
I want Becca Winstone
in my interrogation room
before my coffee gets cold.
(Grunts)
We're not having CIA personnel
running their own agenda!
I am not CIA.
I am a mother looking
for her son.
Mom!
Michael!
(Becca) There is a plane about to
leave from le Bourget airport.
Can you stop it?
(Dax) Why would I help you?
My son is on that plane.
We've grounded the plane.
Where is this?
An airstrip outside Milan.
She was on her way to Ravello
in the Italian riviera.
They've been on the ground
five minutes.
No one's gotten on or off.
(Man speaking Italian)
You're sure, Becca? You saw them
take him on board?
My son is on... That plane.
(Man) This is the CIA.
Open the door immediately.
We're looking for a young man.
Is there a boy on that plane?
Look, I'm terribly sorry.
But I don't know
what you're talking about.
There is no one else
on the plane
except, well, ourselves
and the pilot. No one else.
Heading inside, sir.
It's empty, sir.
They're checking
the cargo hold. Nothing.
That's impossible.
I saw him.
You have to believe me.
He was on that plane.
(Gasps)
I'm letting you go to Rome.
I can get a little mushy
if I want. (Voice echoes)
(Screaming) (Gasps)
Michael!
Mom?!
(Gasps)
(Panting)
(Clank)
(Creaks)
(Gasps)
(Birds chirping)
(Breathing heavily)
Excuse me.
Can you tell me where I am?
How about why I'm here?
Please? Anything?
You got a little coffee stain
on your shirt there.
So you do speak English.
Look, I'm gonna tell you
the same thing
I told the other guys.
You made a mistake. You must've
grabbed the wrong kid,
'cause I'm not rich.
My mom's not rich.
Fine.
(Gunshots)
Ohh! (Panting)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
(Beep)
Yeah?
(Man)
Inmate approached perimeter.
Warned away
with nonlethal fire.
If he tries it again,
take out a knee.
?
(bell tolling)
Thank you for your time,
Ms. Carstairs-Howe.
So... you are an attorney
and a British citizen.
What's your business
here in Italy?
I represent various trusts
and international foundations,
mostly to do with human rights.
One of them is holding
a fund-raiser in Ravello,
a charity auction, actually.
I'll be serving as host.
Why the stopover in France?
There was a medical emergency.
My pilot complained
of chest pains.
Thank goodness
he was all right.
So it wasn't to bring
a person on board?
A young man, male? Michael?
American?
Doesn't ring a bell?
Agent Miller, I don't know
what you're talking about.
There was no young man
on my plane.
Liar.
They could've switched transport
on a tandem parachute.
They were over water.
But I have nothing to hold her on.
You know how that stuff works.
We've done it ourselves.
Look, all I know is you're
the only one that saw him.
The fact remains
he's not on that plane.
Why don't you believe me?
They took the plane apart.
He wasn't aboard.
Would you believe you?
(Knock on door)
I'm sorry to tell you this, but
I have orders. (Door opens)
I'm sending you home.
We'll see about that.
There's an officer
from interpol here,
says he'll only talk to you
regarding her.
(Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)
Agent Miller.
Giancarlo Rossi, interpol.
Ms. Winstone is wanted
for the murder
of an ex-intelligence officer
in Rome.
Yes, so she's
an American citizen...
you are on Italian soil
by permission of local police.
The CIA has
no jurisdiction here.
Come to think of it, you have
no jurisdiction anywhere.
I'm taking her into custody.
It's a legitimate warrant,
chief.
Mrs. Winstone,
would you come with me, please?
Get me everything you can
on that guy.
Thanks for helping me,
Giancarlo,
but you're not taking me
back to Rome,
not while she's in Ravello.
The lawyer?
CIA couldn't make her talk.
Ah. But you will?
Do you have any doubt?
No, no. No doubt at all.
But you're not doing it alone.
Not this time.
I made you my responsibility,
remember?
I saw him, Giancarlo.
I saw them force him
onto that plane.
Then he saw you.
He has hope.
(Cell phone beeping)
He knows I'll find him.
(Man speaks indistinctly
in Russian)
(Dishes clatter)
(Gasps)
(Floorboards creak)
Who are you?
What am I doing here?
(Syringe clatters)
Eat.
(Rainfall)
(Thunder rumbling)
You think I would drug you?
I don't see why you wouldn't.
(Spoon clatters)
(Silverware clanks)
Why won't you tell me anything?
I mean, I've been
racking my brain,
and I can't think of any reason
why someone would kidnap me.
What about your parents?
I'm the wrong guy.
I don't think so.
They never get the wrong guy.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Camera shutter clicks)
Uh, excuse me.
(Camera shutter clicks)
No pictures, please.
I hear she's for sale.
Charity auction
this afternoon, right?
Mm, I'm afraid only a small
number of bidders qualify.
I don't want your boat.
I want my son.
It must be very devastating,
Ms...
Winstone.
Don't bother faking surprise
or concern.
I don't know what
you think you saw.
I saw him being forced
onto your aircraft.
I have cooperated fully
with the local police.
And EU aviation and the CIA.
I'm aware.
They have to play by the rules,
and I don't.
Tell your man
don't even think about it.
Very observant for a housewife.
We're done.
We'll be done
when I have my son.
Do you see her?
The mother?
Yes. What?
You think she'll be a problem?
I know she will. I am
asking you to give the order.
(Lowered voice) Take her out.
She crashed our setup in Rome.
She cost us our warehouse
in Paris.
She's CIA.
Not anymore.
Doesn't matter.
Taking her out would
still get them involved.
Your orders for now are
to keep her alive.
We have the son.
Then I'm calling it off.
No one thought that
she would get this close,
not even you.
These people are
our best buyers.
The entry fees have been paid.
No.
You will not cancel.
You can handle it.
I trust you.
(Becca) Get anything?
(Giancarlo) Nothing I can arrest her for.
That's okay.
I got some good stuff.
What's that? She's a highly reputable
lawyer doing something illegal,
surrounded by armed guards,
and she is mighty protective
of that boat.
Auctioning it off this afternoon
for charity.
It'd be helpful
to know who's bidding.
I'll get a guest list.
But we have another problem...
your friend Mary.
Mary? Yeah, she's been
calling the main office,
also the police in Rome,
the American embassy,
and the FBI, asking...
demanding we investigate
what happened to you.
Next she'll be calling
the pope.
Does she know about your past?
(Cell phone beeping) Oh, no.
I met her after I quit the agency.
It's okay.
I'll take care of her.
Good luck with that. Let me know
if you need armed backup.
(Phone rings)
Hey, Mare. It's me.
Where the hell have you been?
I know. I am so sorry.
Sorry doesn't cut it, Becks.
It's been days.
And... and... and what's going on
with Michael, for God sake?
Uh, he ran off with some girl.
You called it.
Oh, that brat!
Well, good for him.
Where are you?
On the coast. Ravello.
What hotel?
Hotel sul mare. Why?
What does it matter?
It matters because I'm in Rome.
(Horns honking)
I just landed.
What?
What did you expect?
You went missing.
Michael went missing.
No, Mary, listen.
You really...
it's fine. I'll catch the next
plane. You just stay put.
Just don't go disappearing,
okay?
No. No, Mary, hold... hold...
we have a lot to talk about.
No, Mary...
(sighs)
So Winstone
and Rossi, the interpol guy,
were a team 12 years ago,
part of an inter-agency
task force.
She acted like they never met.
Ah, it looks like they more
than worked together.
It gets stranger.
Interpol has no record
of her having been booked
after he took her from us.
There's nothing in the logs
about her arrest
or being taken to Rome.
And his latest status report
says he's in Ravello.
Son of a bitch played me.
Book me a flight to Ravello.
Sir, are you sure that's...
What? Appropriate? I mean, shouldn't
we let interpol handle this?
He lied to get her
out of my custody.
He didn't seem so concerned with
interpol then. Why should I be?
?
(Mary) Becca!
(Chuckles)
Thank you.
(Man) Bye.
So I left
a half a gross of roses
wilting in the cooler,
Jeff and Katie are
doing the MacManus wedding,
which could lead to a lawsuit.
But it doesn't matter.
We're together,
and you're not dead. (Laughs)
Oh, my God. Where's Michael?
Uh, he's not here right now.
So I brought Mr. Medved
from the house.
I figured he'd be
too embarrassed to bring him
with him, you know, admit he
still likes having him around.
So you followed him to Ravello?
So, girl, where is he?
You know what, Mary?
He went back to Rome
with his girlfriend.
So why are you still here?
Oh, just... it's beautiful.
I wanted some time alone.
Mm-hmm.
Why don't I believe you?
I know your little worried face.
Are you and Michael fighting?
No. No.
Yeah, you and I got
a lot to talk about.
Can we go to your room? I've got
something to talk to you about.
It's important.
And I need a vodka.
Oh, I'm happy to see you!
Oh, my God. Wow!
So this isn't anything that
I can say over the phone.
All right.
So now's your time to tell me
"I told you so."
(Sighs)
Phil.
Yeah.
Three months...
Hey, you're gonna love this.
Apparently,
she understands him.
And apparently,
after nine years of marriage...
(Sighs) I don't.
So you see...
I had to come here...
(Crying) Because I've got
nobody else.
(Sobs)
I'm sorry.
(Sobbing)
It's, like, this big joke
on Mary, right?
She never takes anything
seriously.
That's how he's treating it.
Oh, God, Becca,
I hate this.
You've been single-handedly
holding your marriage together
for a long time now.
(Whispers) I know. I know.
(Normal voice) Okay, well...
Now it's time to... to look
on the bright side.
This could be the vacation
you and I never had.
(Chuckles) You and I,
hanging out in Europe,
just the two of us.
(Door closes)
Or not.
Uh, Mary,
this is my friend Giancarlo.
Giancarlo,
this is my friend Mary.
Mary.
Ah, Becca's told me
so much about you.
Uh-huh. Funny.
She never told me
a thing about you.
A very big omission.
Becca, may I...
Speak with you for a second?
Yes. Yeah. Excuse us just a sec.
We'll be right back.
Yeah. Yeah, go right ahead.
Time alone.
Becca. I know, I know!
She shouldn't be here.
Shouldn't be here?
She just found out
her husband's cheating on her.
She needed me.
(Scoffs)
She's more than a friend,
Giancarlo. She's a sister to me.
She's helped me raise Michael.
And now you're putting her in danger.
I know. I know. Just let me
think. What have you got?
Our invitations
to the charity gala
and also the guest list...
mostly wealthy contributors
raising money for
political prisoner advocacy.
But these seven here...
they should be in prison
themselves.
All on the interpol watch list.
Dirty bankers
dealing in arms, contraband,
and money laundering
throughout Europe, Africa,
and the middle east.
And working with Sloane?
We'll find out.
The party starts in an hour.
What are we gonna do with her?
She already thinks we're lovers.
We'll make that our cover.
We'll tell her that's
why she needs to leave,
and it's probably the only
excuse she would buy anyway.
Uh-huh.
So just to be sure
I understand,
I'm supposed to pretend
to be in love with you?
Is that too much to ask?
(Chuckles)
Nice.
She's gonna hate me.
I hate me.
Becca, Becca, Becca.
Mary, I hate to say this,
but I think you should go.
Oh. Hey,
if you need the room...
No. I, uh...
I need you to go home,
and I'll help you book a flight.
(Sighs) Becca, are...
are you kidding?
No.
I don't... I don't understand.
How can you say "go home,"
when I just told you
I don't have a home?
(Scoffs) Great.
First Phil and now you.
You both found somebody better.
No, that's not...
you are a very cold person,
Becca Winstone.
You pretend to be
somebody's friend,
but you're always
holding something back.
You're a wonderful mother,
but you're a lousy friend.
I don't know why I thought
I could come talk to you.
I hope you two have a great time
at your little party.
Don't!
What happens now?
Blow a whistle,
and they come running?
No need. They are already
watching you, right now.
They haven't shot at me yet.
I don't think they cover this side.
Come three trees from the end
first time they warn,
the second time they wound.
And there are no blind spots.
?
This one has red hair,
beard and mustache.
(Giancarlo: Tadeusz Malepa)
(Radio static)
Mostly traffics in weapons,
but also
colten out of the Congo
and other embargoed minerals...
if the price is right.
(Radio static)
She is awfully glad to see him.
Taking him on board, that's
seven out of seven on your list.
(Radio static) Be careful.
(Indistinct conversations)
Ms. Winstone
may I ask
what you're doing here?
My invitation is as good
as anyone else's,
and you know exactly what it
will take to get me to leave.
Have you met Mr. Hakkim?
We were saying we'd like
to bid on the boat,
yet no one's told us
the opening number.
- 25 million Euros.
- Must be some interior.
I'd love to see below deck.
I'm afraid
that's just not possible.
Please excuse me.
Ma'am, there's a problem
at reception.
(Sighs)
I know she's here.
She has an invitation.
Can you just check again?
Her name is Becca Winstone.
You're a friend of Becca's?
Yeah. I'm... I'm Mary.
Mary.
How marvelous. Do come in.
(Sighs) Thank you.
You're welcome.
Becca, we've got a problem
really, it sounds like
you two are very close.
If we were any closer,
we'd be siamese twins.
(Chuckles)
Mary?
Becca, we were just coming
to look for you.
Mary has been telling me how
long you two have been friends.
Ages.
And I hope forever.
?
(Indistinct conversations)
She seems nice.
I wouldn't know.
Just met her.
Becca, I am so sorry.
I did not mean what I said.
I had to come find you...
Mary, listen.
What did you tell her
about yourself? About us?
Becca, I'm trying to apologize
to you. Why are you being...
ladies.
(Song ends, applause)
Mary, so nice you decided
to join us after all.
Mm-hmm.
(Song begins) Oh, I love this song.
Becca, please.
I'm very sorry.
You look so beautiful!
(Laughter)
(Lowered voice) Sloane has
seen her. Please keep her safe.
Yeah.
May I cut in?
Excellent.
Have fun.
I have a lot of questions.
I'm sure you do.
Mm.
Please.
?
So where did you guys meet?
It was in Rome.
Mm.
You think I'm making it up?
I'm having a hard time
believing you two are together.
You see, I tried to fix her up
with every eligible man
in the beltway for the last
few years, and now this?
That's pretty fast,
wouldn't you say?
(Indistinct conversations)
There's her friend.
Where is she?
(Amplified voice)
And now the gem of the day,
the magnificent pleasure cruiser
the "crystalline."
Considering that this is
for charity,
the donor requests
that we start the bidding
at 25 million Euros.
I have 25. Thank you, madam.
Do I have 35?
Mary, I understand.
You don't want to see
your friend get hurt.
I don't want to see her falling
for someone who's not worth it,
and you look like a man
who works fast
and leaves faster,
if you'll excuse my English.
Italian men...
we have a reputation, huh?
I saw "breathless."
Which was French.
(Grunts)
(Smack) Uhh!
(Thud)
55, madam. Do I have 65?
Listen, Mary.
May I be honest?
You can try.
I won't hurt her.
And... I won't lie to her.
She's a very perceptive woman.
She would see right through me.
I'm sorry.
I've just had a very long day.
(Man) Who will give me 75?
I have 75. Do I have 85?
(Grunts)
85. Thank you, sir.
Do I have 95? (Guests gasp)
95.
(Guests murmuring)
Do I have 100 million Euros?
(Click)
100 million Euros.
(Guests gasp)
Going once,
going twice...
Sold for 100 million Euros.
(Cheering)
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you
so much for your contributions.
You won't figure out
where we are.
Why don't
you just tell me then?
I will figure it out.
I already know
we're not in Italy.
Architecture is
mid-European baroque
with gothic influences.
That puts us north and east.
I'd say we're either
in Poland or Russia.
Am I right?
You're very smart,
but that could be the thing
that gets you killed.
Give me something.
Anything.
What's your name?
We are not in Poland.
(Kisses)
(Gasps)
(Creaks)
(Cell phone rings)
(Beep)
The Hoyzman blues... looted by
the Nazis, missing ever since.
Must be worth a fortune.
The people you work for...
do they give second chances?
We should discuss this.
I want my son.
You do not know what a mistake
you're making.
Meet me on the open water,
just yourself, no weapons,
500 meters offshore
from the promontory.
One hour.
(Beep)
(Door opens)
Mary, I am so sorry for the way
that we just ran... (Door closes)
Paula Olson?
(Scoffs)
Melanie Reed.
(Passport thuds)
Jennifer Parker.
Julie Simpson.
Rebecca Winstone.
Who are you?!
I'm Becca Winstone.
I'm the same person.
This doesn't change anything.
No.
No more lies.
I'm Becca Winstone,
your maid of honor.
I stayed up with you
three nights straight
when you had the cancer scare.
You helped me grieve
the death of my husband...
(Voice breaks) And you have
helped me raise my son.
And I used to be somebody else.
I was a trained operative
for the CIA.
(Whispers) No.
(Normal voice)
No. Where's Michael?
He's missing.
Is he kidnapped?
Oh, God.
And I don't know by whom
or why.
(Sighs)
A-and it's not because of...
Because of what you were?
I don't know.
(Crying)
But he didn't know anything.
There would be no reason
for someone to come after him.
You 't tell him?
You didn't tell him.
You didn't tell me.
You didn't tell any of us,
the people who love you.
It's a decision I made
to protect you.
So what are you doing?
Have you called the police?
Giancarlo's police.
He's with interpol.
So nobody's who they say
they are... not him, not you,
not Phil.
We have to go.
I'll go ahead of you,
secure the location.
We're in the middle of something,
trying to get Michael back.
My agents will come
and escort you to the airport.
Pietro's gonna be outside.
He'll keep watch.
They'll look after you,
and you can trust 'em.
Becca, trust?
I am sorry, honey.
(Seagulls crying)
Agent Miller.
Superintendent rossi.
You arrest Becca Winstone,
but you don't book her.
In a hurry?
Is it to see her?
And this concerns you... how?
My interest is
in my fellow agency officer
and her son.
Oh. Really?
Or is it what your bosses will do
when they find out you let her
slip away a second time?
I'm a practical man.
I just want to know
what your game is.
What are you up to?
Just helping an old friend
in her time of need.
That's all.
I want to believe this is
just about her son,
but when she refuses our help,
it makes me wonder.
She has her reasons for
not wanting to work with you.
But does she have
a hundred satellites
that can spot a peanut
from space?
A thousand actives
I can call on in the field?
Do you?
You expect her
to trust the CIA?
No.
But she can trust me,
and then this, uh,
pretend arrest
stays between us.
(Click)
(Cell phone rings)
(Sighs) (Ring)
(Beep)
Hi.
Is there a problem?
The client says
you're holding up delivery.
You said I could handle this.
There is no problem.
Do what you have to do.
(Beep)
(Cell phone thuds)
Il taxi e pronto, signora.
(Indistinct conversations)
Mary.
Let's go see your friend.
Here she comes.
(Radio static) Watch your back.
I've got you covered.
(Radio static)
(Cocks gun) Come closer.
Let me see you're alone.
But I'm not. Get up.
You see, now I have
something to trade.
So you will throw away your gun
and show me the item...
(grunts)
(Gunshots)
Giancarlo, Mary's overboard.
On my way.
(Motor revving)
(Gunshots)
(Gunshot)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring, beep)
Yeah?
She has become a liability.
It's time.
This is the order...
take her out.
Got it.
(Beep)
(Gunshots)
(Gasping)
(Ship's horn blows)
(Clicks)
(Clicks)
(Motor rumbles)
(Shifts gears)
I will toss them.
Where is he?
Tell me he's alive.
Give me my diamonds.
(Rattling)
(Water splashing)
Okay. Okay. He's alive.
What do you want with me?
All right. All right.
You think this is about you?
Hmm?
This was never about you.
It's about Paul.
Pa...
my husband?
The man who killed your husband
has your son.
(Gunshot)
(Door clanks and creaks)
(Door closes)
For what it's worth,
thanks for the warning.
What is it? Spasiba?
Pozhalujsta.
What are you doing?
I said we would get to know
each other.
Hold on.
You don't like me?
I don't even know you.
But you can.
It's all right.
Go ahead. It's okay.
You are...
Nice boy.
What is that?
First they warn,
then they wound.
You're a prisoner, too.
That's why you came to me
like this.
Because they told you to.
A girl has to keep up
appearances.
My name is Michael.
Oksana.
(Latch clicks)
He's starting to trust me.
He'll make sure
you get home safely.
While you stay on the hunt.
I'm so sorry.
(Whispers) No.
(Normal voice) There's so much
I don't understand,
don't want to understand,
but for what it's worth,
that guy...
He's in love with you.
For real.
(Sighs)
Go find our boy.
(Man) ? take this broken heart ?
? and carry it home ?
? carry it home ?
(Seagulls crying)
So why didn't he kill you?
No idea, and that is
what frightens me most.
I have to find the person
who killed my husband.
(Clears throat) Yeah.
I know, but not with me.
I can't reopen that case.
I don't have access
to the files,
but there is someone who does.
Sorry, Becca.
I can show you the things
you've never seen.
The files, the videos,
everything you need.
Trust me. It's not like...
You have a choice anymore.
What kind of trust is that?
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be watching,
and if anything happens
to her...
? Oh, lord ?
? so this is the way it feels ?
? this is the way it feels ?
? it feels to be right back ?
(Becca) Hi, babe.
(Paul) I love you, Becca.
I love you, too. Safe flight.
(Voice echoing) Daddy!
Michael!
Daddy! I applied to a
summer architecture program.
I got accepted.
It's in Rome.
(Michael) I'll call you tomorrow.
Bye, sweetheart. I love you.
I love you, too.
Aah! Aah!
(Becca) Michael moved out
of his dorm two weeks ago,
and no one knows where he went.
Something's happened to my son.
(Man) What is your purpose in Rome?
I'm here to visit my son.
(Grunting)
Dov'e mio figlio?
Rebecca Winstone...
active 1989 to 2001.
You are a suspect in
the murder of an Italian agent.
If I have to arrest you to keep
you safe, I'm gonna do it.
(Becca) What I'm about to do,
you cannot be a part of.
I want Becca Winstone
in my interrogation room
before my coffee gets cold.
(Grunts)
We're not having CIA personnel
running their own agenda!
I am not CIA.
I am a mother looking
for her son.
Mom!
Michael!
(Becca) There is a plane about to
leave from le Bourget airport.
Can you stop it?
(Dax) Why would I help you?
My son is on that plane.
We've grounded the plane.
Where is this?
An airstrip outside Milan.
She was on her way to Ravello
in the Italian riviera.
They've been on the ground
five minutes.
No one's gotten on or off.
(Man speaking Italian)
You're sure, Becca? You saw them
take him on board?
My son is on... That plane.
(Man) This is the CIA.
Open the door immediately.
We're looking for a young man.
Is there a boy on that plane?
Look, I'm terribly sorry.
But I don't know
what you're talking about.
There is no one else
on the plane
except, well, ourselves
and the pilot. No one else.
Heading inside, sir.
It's empty, sir.
They're checking
the cargo hold. Nothing.
That's impossible.
I saw him.
You have to believe me.
He was on that plane.
(Gasps)
I'm letting you go to Rome.
I can get a little mushy
if I want. (Voice echoes)
(Screaming) (Gasps)
Michael!
Mom?!
(Gasps)
(Panting)
(Clank)
(Creaks)
(Gasps)
(Birds chirping)
(Breathing heavily)
Excuse me.
Can you tell me where I am?
How about why I'm here?
Please? Anything?
You got a little coffee stain
on your shirt there.
So you do speak English.
Look, I'm gonna tell you
the same thing
I told the other guys.
You made a mistake. You must've
grabbed the wrong kid,
'cause I'm not rich.
My mom's not rich.
Fine.
(Gunshots)
Ohh! (Panting)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
(Beep)
Yeah?
(Man)
Inmate approached perimeter.
Warned away
with nonlethal fire.
If he tries it again,
take out a knee.
?
(bell tolling)
Thank you for your time,
Ms. Carstairs-Howe.
So... you are an attorney
and a British citizen.
What's your business
here in Italy?
I represent various trusts
and international foundations,
mostly to do with human rights.
One of them is holding
a fund-raiser in Ravello,
a charity auction, actually.
I'll be serving as host.
Why the stopover in France?
There was a medical emergency.
My pilot complained
of chest pains.
Thank goodness
he was all right.
So it wasn't to bring
a person on board?
A young man, male? Michael?
American?
Doesn't ring a bell?
Agent Miller, I don't know
what you're talking about.
There was no young man
on my plane.
Liar.
They could've switched transport
on a tandem parachute.
They were over water.
But I have nothing to hold her on.
You know how that stuff works.
We've done it ourselves.
Look, all I know is you're
the only one that saw him.
The fact remains
he's not on that plane.
Why don't you believe me?
They took the plane apart.
He wasn't aboard.
Would you believe you?
(Knock on door)
I'm sorry to tell you this, but
I have orders. (Door opens)
I'm sending you home.
We'll see about that.
There's an officer
from interpol here,
says he'll only talk to you
regarding her.
(Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)
Agent Miller.
Giancarlo Rossi, interpol.
Ms. Winstone is wanted
for the murder
of an ex-intelligence officer
in Rome.
Yes, so she's
an American citizen...
you are on Italian soil
by permission of local police.
The CIA has
no jurisdiction here.
Come to think of it, you have
no jurisdiction anywhere.
I'm taking her into custody.
It's a legitimate warrant,
chief.
Mrs. Winstone,
would you come with me, please?
Get me everything you can
on that guy.
Thanks for helping me,
Giancarlo,
but you're not taking me
back to Rome,
not while she's in Ravello.
The lawyer?
CIA couldn't make her talk.
Ah. But you will?
Do you have any doubt?
No, no. No doubt at all.
But you're not doing it alone.
Not this time.
I made you my responsibility,
remember?
I saw him, Giancarlo.
I saw them force him
onto that plane.
Then he saw you.
He has hope.
(Cell phone beeping)
He knows I'll find him.
(Man speaks indistinctly
in Russian)
(Dishes clatter)
(Gasps)
(Floorboards creak)
Who are you?
What am I doing here?
(Syringe clatters)
Eat.
(Rainfall)
(Thunder rumbling)
You think I would drug you?
I don't see why you wouldn't.
(Spoon clatters)
(Silverware clanks)
Why won't you tell me anything?
I mean, I've been
racking my brain,
and I can't think of any reason
why someone would kidnap me.
What about your parents?
I'm the wrong guy.
I don't think so.
They never get the wrong guy.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Camera shutter clicks)
Uh, excuse me.
(Camera shutter clicks)
No pictures, please.
I hear she's for sale.
Charity auction
this afternoon, right?
Mm, I'm afraid only a small
number of bidders qualify.
I don't want your boat.
I want my son.
It must be very devastating,
Ms...
Winstone.
Don't bother faking surprise
or concern.
I don't know what
you think you saw.
I saw him being forced
onto your aircraft.
I have cooperated fully
with the local police.
And EU aviation and the CIA.
I'm aware.
They have to play by the rules,
and I don't.
Tell your man
don't even think about it.
Very observant for a housewife.
We're done.
We'll be done
when I have my son.
Do you see her?
The mother?
Yes. What?
You think she'll be a problem?
I know she will. I am
asking you to give the order.
(Lowered voice) Take her out.
She crashed our setup in Rome.
She cost us our warehouse
in Paris.
She's CIA.
Not anymore.
Doesn't matter.
Taking her out would
still get them involved.
Your orders for now are
to keep her alive.
We have the son.
Then I'm calling it off.
No one thought that
she would get this close,
not even you.
These people are
our best buyers.
The entry fees have been paid.
No.
You will not cancel.
You can handle it.
I trust you.
(Becca) Get anything?
(Giancarlo) Nothing I can arrest her for.
That's okay.
I got some good stuff.
What's that? She's a highly reputable
lawyer doing something illegal,
surrounded by armed guards,
and she is mighty protective
of that boat.
Auctioning it off this afternoon
for charity.
It'd be helpful
to know who's bidding.
I'll get a guest list.
But we have another problem...
your friend Mary.
Mary? Yeah, she's been
calling the main office,
also the police in Rome,
the American embassy,
and the FBI, asking...
demanding we investigate
what happened to you.
Next she'll be calling
the pope.
Does she know about your past?
(Cell phone beeping) Oh, no.
I met her after I quit the agency.
It's okay.
I'll take care of her.
Good luck with that. Let me know
if you need armed backup.
(Phone rings)
Hey, Mare. It's me.
Where the hell have you been?
I know. I am so sorry.
Sorry doesn't cut it, Becks.
It's been days.
And... and... and what's going on
with Michael, for God sake?
Uh, he ran off with some girl.
You called it.
Oh, that brat!
Well, good for him.
Where are you?
On the coast. Ravello.
What hotel?
Hotel sul mare. Why?
What does it matter?
It matters because I'm in Rome.
(Horns honking)
I just landed.
What?
What did you expect?
You went missing.
Michael went missing.
No, Mary, listen.
You really...
it's fine. I'll catch the next
plane. You just stay put.
Just don't go disappearing,
okay?
No. No, Mary, hold... hold...
we have a lot to talk about.
No, Mary...
(sighs)
So Winstone
and Rossi, the interpol guy,
were a team 12 years ago,
part of an inter-agency
task force.
She acted like they never met.
Ah, it looks like they more
than worked together.
It gets stranger.
Interpol has no record
of her having been booked
after he took her from us.
There's nothing in the logs
about her arrest
or being taken to Rome.
And his latest status report
says he's in Ravello.
Son of a bitch played me.
Book me a flight to Ravello.
Sir, are you sure that's...
What? Appropriate? I mean, shouldn't
we let interpol handle this?
He lied to get her
out of my custody.
He didn't seem so concerned with
interpol then. Why should I be?
?
(Mary) Becca!
(Chuckles)
Thank you.
(Man) Bye.
So I left
a half a gross of roses
wilting in the cooler,
Jeff and Katie are
doing the MacManus wedding,
which could lead to a lawsuit.
But it doesn't matter.
We're together,
and you're not dead. (Laughs)
Oh, my God. Where's Michael?
Uh, he's not here right now.
So I brought Mr. Medved
from the house.
I figured he'd be
too embarrassed to bring him
with him, you know, admit he
still likes having him around.
So you followed him to Ravello?
So, girl, where is he?
You know what, Mary?
He went back to Rome
with his girlfriend.
So why are you still here?
Oh, just... it's beautiful.
I wanted some time alone.
Mm-hmm.
Why don't I believe you?
I know your little worried face.
Are you and Michael fighting?
No. No.
Yeah, you and I got
a lot to talk about.
Can we go to your room? I've got
something to talk to you about.
It's important.
And I need a vodka.
Oh, I'm happy to see you!
Oh, my God. Wow!
So this isn't anything that
I can say over the phone.
All right.
So now's your time to tell me
"I told you so."
(Sighs)
Phil.
Yeah.
Three months...
Hey, you're gonna love this.
Apparently,
she understands him.
And apparently,
after nine years of marriage...
(Sighs) I don't.
So you see...
I had to come here...
(Crying) Because I've got
nobody else.
(Sobs)
I'm sorry.
(Sobbing)
It's, like, this big joke
on Mary, right?
She never takes anything
seriously.
That's how he's treating it.
Oh, God, Becca,
I hate this.
You've been single-handedly
holding your marriage together
for a long time now.
(Whispers) I know. I know.
(Normal voice) Okay, well...
Now it's time to... to look
on the bright side.
This could be the vacation
you and I never had.
(Chuckles) You and I,
hanging out in Europe,
just the two of us.
(Door closes)
Or not.
Uh, Mary,
this is my friend Giancarlo.
Giancarlo,
this is my friend Mary.
Mary.
Ah, Becca's told me
so much about you.
Uh-huh. Funny.
She never told me
a thing about you.
A very big omission.
Becca, may I...
Speak with you for a second?
Yes. Yeah. Excuse us just a sec.
We'll be right back.
Yeah. Yeah, go right ahead.
Time alone.
Becca. I know, I know!
She shouldn't be here.
Shouldn't be here?
She just found out
her husband's cheating on her.
She needed me.
(Scoffs)
She's more than a friend,
Giancarlo. She's a sister to me.
She's helped me raise Michael.
And now you're putting her in danger.
I know. I know. Just let me
think. What have you got?
Our invitations
to the charity gala
and also the guest list...
mostly wealthy contributors
raising money for
political prisoner advocacy.
But these seven here...
they should be in prison
themselves.
All on the interpol watch list.
Dirty bankers
dealing in arms, contraband,
and money laundering
throughout Europe, Africa,
and the middle east.
And working with Sloane?
We'll find out.
The party starts in an hour.
What are we gonna do with her?
She already thinks we're lovers.
We'll make that our cover.
We'll tell her that's
why she needs to leave,
and it's probably the only
excuse she would buy anyway.
Uh-huh.
So just to be sure
I understand,
I'm supposed to pretend
to be in love with you?
Is that too much to ask?
(Chuckles)
Nice.
She's gonna hate me.
I hate me.
Becca, Becca, Becca.
Mary, I hate to say this,
but I think you should go.
Oh. Hey,
if you need the room...
No. I, uh...
I need you to go home,
and I'll help you book a flight.
(Sighs) Becca, are...
are you kidding?
No.
I don't... I don't understand.
How can you say "go home,"
when I just told you
I don't have a home?
(Scoffs) Great.
First Phil and now you.
You both found somebody better.
No, that's not...
you are a very cold person,
Becca Winstone.
You pretend to be
somebody's friend,
but you're always
holding something back.
You're a wonderful mother,
but you're a lousy friend.
I don't know why I thought
I could come talk to you.
I hope you two have a great time
at your little party.
Don't!
What happens now?
Blow a whistle,
and they come running?
No need. They are already
watching you, right now.
They haven't shot at me yet.
I don't think they cover this side.
Come three trees from the end
first time they warn,
the second time they wound.
And there are no blind spots.
?
This one has red hair,
beard and mustache.
(Giancarlo: Tadeusz Malepa)
(Radio static)
Mostly traffics in weapons,
but also
colten out of the Congo
and other embargoed minerals...
if the price is right.
(Radio static)
She is awfully glad to see him.
Taking him on board, that's
seven out of seven on your list.
(Radio static) Be careful.
(Indistinct conversations)
Ms. Winstone
may I ask
what you're doing here?
My invitation is as good
as anyone else's,
and you know exactly what it
will take to get me to leave.
Have you met Mr. Hakkim?
We were saying we'd like
to bid on the boat,
yet no one's told us
the opening number.
- 25 million Euros.
- Must be some interior.
I'd love to see below deck.
I'm afraid
that's just not possible.
Please excuse me.
Ma'am, there's a problem
at reception.
(Sighs)
I know she's here.
She has an invitation.
Can you just check again?
Her name is Becca Winstone.
You're a friend of Becca's?
Yeah. I'm... I'm Mary.
Mary.
How marvelous. Do come in.
(Sighs) Thank you.
You're welcome.
Becca, we've got a problem
really, it sounds like
you two are very close.
If we were any closer,
we'd be siamese twins.
(Chuckles)
Mary?
Becca, we were just coming
to look for you.
Mary has been telling me how
long you two have been friends.
Ages.
And I hope forever.
?
(Indistinct conversations)
She seems nice.
I wouldn't know.
Just met her.
Becca, I am so sorry.
I did not mean what I said.
I had to come find you...
Mary, listen.
What did you tell her
about yourself? About us?
Becca, I'm trying to apologize
to you. Why are you being...
ladies.
(Song ends, applause)
Mary, so nice you decided
to join us after all.
Mm-hmm.
(Song begins) Oh, I love this song.
Becca, please.
I'm very sorry.
You look so beautiful!
(Laughter)
(Lowered voice) Sloane has
seen her. Please keep her safe.
Yeah.
May I cut in?
Excellent.
Have fun.
I have a lot of questions.
I'm sure you do.
Mm.
Please.
?
So where did you guys meet?
It was in Rome.
Mm.
You think I'm making it up?
I'm having a hard time
believing you two are together.
You see, I tried to fix her up
with every eligible man
in the beltway for the last
few years, and now this?
That's pretty fast,
wouldn't you say?
(Indistinct conversations)
There's her friend.
Where is she?
(Amplified voice)
And now the gem of the day,
the magnificent pleasure cruiser
the "crystalline."
Considering that this is
for charity,
the donor requests
that we start the bidding
at 25 million Euros.
I have 25. Thank you, madam.
Do I have 35?
Mary, I understand.
You don't want to see
your friend get hurt.
I don't want to see her falling
for someone who's not worth it,
and you look like a man
who works fast
and leaves faster,
if you'll excuse my English.
Italian men...
we have a reputation, huh?
I saw "breathless."
Which was French.
(Grunts)
(Smack) Uhh!
(Thud)
55, madam. Do I have 65?
Listen, Mary.
May I be honest?
You can try.
I won't hurt her.
And... I won't lie to her.
She's a very perceptive woman.
She would see right through me.
I'm sorry.
I've just had a very long day.
(Man) Who will give me 75?
I have 75. Do I have 85?
(Grunts)
85. Thank you, sir.
Do I have 95? (Guests gasp)
95.
(Guests murmuring)
Do I have 100 million Euros?
(Click)
100 million Euros.
(Guests gasp)
Going once,
going twice...
Sold for 100 million Euros.
(Cheering)
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you
so much for your contributions.
You won't figure out
where we are.
Why don't
you just tell me then?
I will figure it out.
I already know
we're not in Italy.
Architecture is
mid-European baroque
with gothic influences.
That puts us north and east.
I'd say we're either
in Poland or Russia.
Am I right?
You're very smart,
but that could be the thing
that gets you killed.
Give me something.
Anything.
What's your name?
We are not in Poland.
(Kisses)
(Gasps)
(Creaks)
(Cell phone rings)
(Beep)
The Hoyzman blues... looted by
the Nazis, missing ever since.
Must be worth a fortune.
The people you work for...
do they give second chances?
We should discuss this.
I want my son.
You do not know what a mistake
you're making.
Meet me on the open water,
just yourself, no weapons,
500 meters offshore
from the promontory.
One hour.
(Beep)
(Door opens)
Mary, I am so sorry for the way
that we just ran... (Door closes)
Paula Olson?
(Scoffs)
Melanie Reed.
(Passport thuds)
Jennifer Parker.
Julie Simpson.
Rebecca Winstone.
Who are you?!
I'm Becca Winstone.
I'm the same person.
This doesn't change anything.
No.
No more lies.
I'm Becca Winstone,
your maid of honor.
I stayed up with you
three nights straight
when you had the cancer scare.
You helped me grieve
the death of my husband...
(Voice breaks) And you have
helped me raise my son.
And I used to be somebody else.
I was a trained operative
for the CIA.
(Whispers) No.
(Normal voice)
No. Where's Michael?
He's missing.
Is he kidnapped?
Oh, God.
And I don't know by whom
or why.
(Sighs)
A-and it's not because of...
Because of what you were?
I don't know.
(Crying)
But he didn't know anything.
There would be no reason
for someone to come after him.
You 't tell him?
You didn't tell him.
You didn't tell me.
You didn't tell any of us,
the people who love you.
It's a decision I made
to protect you.
So what are you doing?
Have you called the police?
Giancarlo's police.
He's with interpol.
So nobody's who they say
they are... not him, not you,
not Phil.
We have to go.
I'll go ahead of you,
secure the location.
We're in the middle of something,
trying to get Michael back.
My agents will come
and escort you to the airport.
Pietro's gonna be outside.
He'll keep watch.
They'll look after you,
and you can trust 'em.
Becca, trust?
I am sorry, honey.
(Seagulls crying)
Agent Miller.
Superintendent rossi.
You arrest Becca Winstone,
but you don't book her.
In a hurry?
Is it to see her?
And this concerns you... how?
My interest is
in my fellow agency officer
and her son.
Oh. Really?
Or is it what your bosses will do
when they find out you let her
slip away a second time?
I'm a practical man.
I just want to know
what your game is.
What are you up to?
Just helping an old friend
in her time of need.
That's all.
I want to believe this is
just about her son,
but when she refuses our help,
it makes me wonder.
She has her reasons for
not wanting to work with you.
But does she have
a hundred satellites
that can spot a peanut
from space?
A thousand actives
I can call on in the field?
Do you?
You expect her
to trust the CIA?
No.
But she can trust me,
and then this, uh,
pretend arrest
stays between us.
(Click)
(Cell phone rings)
(Sighs) (Ring)
(Beep)
Hi.
Is there a problem?
The client says
you're holding up delivery.
You said I could handle this.
There is no problem.
Do what you have to do.
(Beep)
(Cell phone thuds)
Il taxi e pronto, signora.
(Indistinct conversations)
Mary.
Let's go see your friend.
Here she comes.
(Radio static) Watch your back.
I've got you covered.
(Radio static)
(Cocks gun) Come closer.
Let me see you're alone.
But I'm not. Get up.
You see, now I have
something to trade.
So you will throw away your gun
and show me the item...
(grunts)
(Gunshots)
Giancarlo, Mary's overboard.
On my way.
(Motor revving)
(Gunshots)
(Gunshot)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring, beep)
Yeah?
She has become a liability.
It's time.
This is the order...
take her out.
Got it.
(Beep)
(Gunshots)
(Gasping)
(Ship's horn blows)
(Clicks)
(Clicks)
(Motor rumbles)
(Shifts gears)
I will toss them.
Where is he?
Tell me he's alive.
Give me my diamonds.
(Rattling)
(Water splashing)
Okay. Okay. He's alive.
What do you want with me?
All right. All right.
You think this is about you?
Hmm?
This was never about you.
It's about Paul.
Pa...
my husband?
The man who killed your husband
has your son.
(Gunshot)
(Door clanks and creaks)
(Door closes)
For what it's worth,
thanks for the warning.
What is it? Spasiba?
Pozhalujsta.
What are you doing?
I said we would get to know
each other.
Hold on.
You don't like me?
I don't even know you.
But you can.
It's all right.
Go ahead. It's okay.
You are...
Nice boy.
What is that?
First they warn,
then they wound.
You're a prisoner, too.
That's why you came to me
like this.
Because they told you to.
A girl has to keep up
appearances.
My name is Michael.
Oksana.
(Latch clicks)
He's starting to trust me.
He'll make sure
you get home safely.
While you stay on the hunt.
I'm so sorry.
(Whispers) No.
(Normal voice) There's so much
I don't understand,
don't want to understand,
but for what it's worth,
that guy...
He's in love with you.
For real.
(Sighs)
Go find our boy.
(Man) ? take this broken heart ?
? and carry it home ?
? carry it home ?
(Seagulls crying)
So why didn't he kill you?
No idea, and that is
what frightens me most.
I have to find the person
who killed my husband.
(Clears throat) Yeah.
I know, but not with me.
I can't reopen that case.
I don't have access
to the files,
but there is someone who does.
Sorry, Becca.
I can show you the things
you've never seen.
The files, the videos,
everything you need.
Trust me. It's not like...
You have a choice anymore.
What kind of trust is that?
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be watching,
and if anything happens
to her...
? Oh, lord ?
? so this is the way it feels ?
? this is the way it feels ?
? it feels to be right back ?