The Missing (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Gone Fishing - full transcript

- Previously on Missing...
- Michael!

Thank you for
bringing him home, Martin.

Whatever you need.
Anything.

I applied to
a summer architecture program.

I got accepted.
It's in Rome.

Aah!

Michael moved out
of his dorm two weeks ago,

and nobody knows where he went.
Something's happened to my son.

- Mom!
- Michael!

Mom?

Who are you?
What am I doing here?



First time they warn.

Second time they wound,

and there are no blind spots.

If he tries it again,
take out a knee.

You're a prisoner, too.
My name is Michael.

Oksana.

He's starting to trust me.

The man who killed
your husband has your son.

I'm sensing that your son

wants to talk to you.
I love you, Becca.

Hi, mom.

Hey, Mikey. I forgot your ball.
Will you run inside?

Daddy!

Watching him die
over and over again...



Won't bring your husband back.

I'm not watching my husband.

I'm watching my son.

What are you doing now?

Figuring out where we are,

since either you don't know
or you won't tell me.

With a nail?

There are no clocks
in the castle.

Why not build one
from scrap metal

and gears you happen to find?

Couldn't find any springs.

It's a sundial.

Length of the days
will give us latitude.

Longitude's another problem.

Who taught you how to be
so clever?

My dad.

Hey, Mikey. I forgot your ball.
Will you run inside?

Daddy!

My mother always told me

he was killed in
some random terrorist attack.

Wrong place, wrong time...

Wrong everything.

You don't believe it?

I always did.

That was before I was grabbed
off the street and brought here,

before I saw my mom chasing
an airplane on a motorcycle.

Maybe she's more
than you think.

It's past that.

I'm starting to think I have no
idea who my parents really are.

What about your parents?

Let's just say I never had
anyone to teach me

how to make sundials.

If I really wanted something,

I had to figure it out
on my own.

I was on the phone
with Michael when it happened,

and the next thing I knew,
I was at the airport.

I had just driven there
on autopilot,

but Langley grounded me.

They put you
on the no-fly list?

It's against protocol
for an agent spouse

to go to the scene
of their death.

So how did Michael get home?

Martin Newman brought him.

That's right.
He was your mentor.

You read those books, too?

Hasn't everyone?

Did he really base
the Dirk Casey character

- on himself?
- I don't know.

Is Dirk Casey
a selfish, arrogant old man?

Anyway...
Official report says

the car bomb was
a 1/2 kilo of C4 placed--

Placed under the driver's side.

Precisely when are you
gonna tell me

something I don't already know?

I'm so sorry.

Who did it?

That can wait.

Martin...

Who killed my husband?

Russian intel.

Paul was working
with them on a deal.

Working? He wasn't working.
He was on vacation.

No, he wasn't.

Paul was on a mission for me.

I asked him to make a drop
when he was there.

Just, uh,
a-a standard drop.

A drop? No.
Paul wouldn't do that.

We have rules.
We protect Michael.

We don't let Michael get
anywhere near any of this.

Paul wouldn't break that trust.

I convinced him to break it.

It should have been
no big deal.

You used my husband as cover?

You...

You used my son as cover?

- It wasn't like that.
- Yes, it was.

Michael was right there.

Do you know how close
he was to that?

Oh, my God. He could have
been in that car.

Becca, you have to know,
if anything ever happened--

Something did happen!

My 8-year-old son watched
his father die.

Becca, you're the closest thing
to a daughter I've ever had.

When you had Michael--

Get out of my house.

- Becca, please.
- Get out.

- Just tell me--
- Get out of my house!

Mom?

Ohh.

You okay?

Look at this man, the one
who hands Michael the ball.

It's almost like...

It's like he delays him.

Who is this guy?

Mm.

We never made an ID.

His face never showed up
in any of the camera angles,

and he disappeared with
a few hundred other people

in the aftermath.

Look at that burn mark.

Hold that.

These are the pictures
Michael took on their vacation.

I've looked at 'em
a million times.

Burn mark. That's him.
I don't know about you,

but I don't believe
in coincidences.

Our guy's been identified
as Ori Yadin,

also known as Ahmed Assad,
Eyal Uziel, and Josi Dimitriou.

Ex-Mossad. Now he's
an assassin for hire.

We have to find him.

We can't be sure
he's involved in this.

I was told the man who killed
my husband has my son.

It's all I have to go on.

Why would the Russians hire
an outsider to kill somebody?

They didn't.
Ori has one well-known rule.

He won't work for the Russians

because his parents
were killed in a gulag,

so he may have killed Paul,

but he didn't do it
for the Russians.

Then Martin Newman lied to me.

If I really wanted something,

I had to figure it out on my ow

Where have you been?

I've been exploring.

I think I might have
found a way out of here.

Whatever you are thinking
of doing, don't.

They didn't bring me here
for fun.

Sooner or later, they're gonna
kill me or use me somehow.

I don't plan on waiting
to find out.

These are bad people.

No matter what you think you
discovered, they are not fools.

I'm serious.

It's not a game.

So...

You haven't seen him
in ten years, huh?

That's right.

Wow.

Writing sure pays better
than the Agency.

Martin's had this place
forever...

Although the Butler's new.

Becca.

It's so good to see you.

It's not a social call, Martin.

You lied to me
about Paul's death.

- The truth.
- The truth isn't gonna make you happy.

Michael is missing.

What happened?

Why don't we start
with what really happened

in Vienna ten years ago?

It's complicated.

No, it's really simple.

I need the truth to find my son,
and you're gonna tell it to me.

Becca...

I'm so sorry.

What are you talking about?

Your husband was corrupt.

Becca, Paul was a traitor.

- I don't believe you.
- Please sit down.

No. Paul was not a traitor.
You're lying again.

If you'll just sit down--

Quit telling me to sit down!

Paul was working

for a rogue group
of ex-intelligence officers--

Some KGB, some Stasi,
all our old enemies--

who went into business
for themselves.

What kind of business?

We don't really know.

The whole financial structure
of Europe was changing.

The Euro was coming in.

Crime on the continent
was in chaos.

They knew they could grab
a piece of the pie.

And Paul wanted too much?

Enough to get him killed.

Have you heard anything about
this-- Rogue ex-operatives?

There's been rumors
for about ten years now.

They're more than rumors.

Did you try to access
Paul's file?

It's almost entirely redacted.

He might have been undercover,
or maybe the intel is all wrong,

but the man I was married to
was not a criminal.

Becca, the Agency looked
into every angle, every excuse.

I didn't want
to believe it, either.

He lied to all of us.

No. No.

Becca.

Becca...

Coffee's on.

You're handy to have around.

When did you leave this here?

The other day.

I thought we understood
each other.

Yeah, I think we do.

- Paul.
- Becca.

We don't do this.

We don't leave stuff
at each other's place.

Well, maybe we should.

We've been together
almost three years.

I'm not seeing anyone else.
Are you seeing anyone else?

Good. Good.

So this is just,
uh, regular female crazy,

not "I'm about to break up
with you" crazy?

I'm not crazy.

Hey.

I love you,
but you're a little crazy.

It's a toothbrush,

and I know you have
whatever weird things you have

about relationships, and I've
accepted all your rules.

I actually find them
kinda cute,

but, really...
It's a toothbrush.

Not a big deal.

I'm pregnant.

What?

You want to ask me something.

What makes you say that?

40 years working
for the Agency,

you get pretty good
at reading people.

Is it true you did all
these things you write about--

The fighting, the women, that--
that night in the Kremlin?

My books are fiction.

This is a waste of time.

If the men who killed
my husband have Michael,

then my path to him is through
the triggerman, Ori Yadin.

- Ori Yadin?
- You know him?

Of him.

The man has a long list
of confirmed kills.

Well, Paul is on that list.
Has your staffer gotten

a last-known location
on him yet?

Just came through.
He was in Dubrovnik, Croatia,

the past two years.

Ori Yadin's a dangerous man.

If there is any chance he knows
something about Michael,

I am going after him.

We'll go after him.

You're not going anywhere.

Becca, I taught you that look.
It's not gonna work on me.

I don't want you there.

Hate me if you want to,
but I know Dubrovnik,

and I was the lead investigator
in Paul's death. I can help.

And even if you forget
all of that,

Michael is still my godson.

There's only three ways
in and out of these city walls.

We've got 'em all covered.

And the marina. We've got people
in the surrounding countryside

and a large presence
in the city.

Ori's not going anywhere
without us knowing about it.

Good.
Ori's villa is on a bluff

just north of here.
Best approach--

- We go in the back.
- Tactical approach from the rear.

Approaching the house?

- 2-man team.
- 2-person job.

Any time you two want
to stop doing that...

Sorry.

I'm one of the two.

- No.
- Or I can sneak in after you.

Give me a gun?

You're a civilian.

I'm ex-CIA
with C-12 security clearance

and advanced weapon training.

Right. Ten years ago.

Let me put it this way.
You're approaching

a fortified position
with possible hostiles inside,

and I'm the only one
who's got your back.

Door's open.

Oh, looks like we're not
the only one looking for him.

Coming out.
The house is clear.

Gun!

Uhh.

You see the face
of the shooter? Was it Ori?

No, not Ori, but I've
seen him before in Ravello,

which means
if he followed me here,

I'm getting closer to Michael.

What are you doing?

Um, I was just looking
at this door.

These carvings are
from the 18th century.

Um, I've-- I've read
about 'em,

but I've never actually
seen any.

Oh. There you are.

I was wondering
if you'd gotten lost.

It's been a while
since you checked up on me.

50 bucks to tell us
why we're here.

You're not even gonna point out
that I don't have 50 bucks?

Have you lost your mind?
You are going to get hurt.

No. That's the beauty of it.
I'm not. Think about it.

I was just a total jerk
to that guy, and he did nothing.

He wanted to, but he didn't,
and that bullet--

They weren't actually
trying to hit me.

I must be important
to them in some way.

They're not gonna hurt me.

Don't test them.

You don't want to know
what their limits are.

You sound like my dad.

He said he knew
before I was born

I was hardwired
to push the limits.

Maybe you need reprogramming.

This kid's gonna be
amazing, brilliant,

the good kind of sneaky,

and it's gonna come
just like that,

because it's our kid,

like buying a computer
with preinstalled software.

This kid's gonna be
the best of both of us.

How do you know that?

I mean, maybe it's gonna be
the worst of both of us,

have my tone deafness

and your complete inability
to read directions.

We'll get it singing lessons

and preassembled furniture.

And who exactly is gonna take it
to these singing lessons?

We're field operatives
in the CIA.

We don't exactly have
a routine.

We'll work it out,

just like every other
working couple figures it out.

I have absolutely no idea
how to be a mother.

I was raised in foster homes.

The longest I've ever lived
anywhere is...

I don't know. It's probably
this apartment, six months.

You're gonna be a great mom.

I've never really even held
a baby.

I don't know how
I'm gonna do this.

Hey, that's not the question.

It's how are we gonna do this?

I'm not going anywhere.
I promise.

This kid is gonna be amazing,

because we're both gonna be
there to make sure of it.

Are you busy this afternoon?

Then marry me.

Well, they did a thorough job
on this place.

Eh, my place looks like this
most weekends.

Get an ID on this woman who's
getting her mail here, too.

Girlfriend, relative?

He doesn't look like a killer.

Some people are experts
at hiding who they really are,

even from the ones they love.

Ceramic. That'll get through
any metal detector in the world.

Anything new
on the blond shooter?

Not since you asked me
40 seconds ago.

How many people enter the city
by cruise ship?

About 13,000 per day.
If I wanted to get lost,

that'd be a great way to do it.

He's gonna use the promenade
to the ship. Let's go.

Anything?

Saw a fat guy in speedos.

I may need trauma counseling.

Let's split up.

Spotted.

Aah!

Aah!

You're CIA.
What do you want?

I am not CIA.
I'm Becca Winstone,

and I'm looking for my son.

Who hired you to kill
my husband,

and who has my child?

I want amnesty.

I want a new identity
and a way out of the city.

Get that for me, and I'll
tell you who has your son.

Whoever has Becca Winstone's son
is into some serious stuff.

We have already seen
heroin, diamonds.

Ori Yadin is the only lead
we've got.

Ori's told us
he's willing to deal.

Dax--

Look, boss, I just need
to get him out of Dubrovnik.

There's an extraction team
in Kosovo

who can be here in an hour.

Dax, I can't authorize this.

The seventh floor
is shutting this down.

What are you talking about?

Identifying Ori Yadin
as the triggerman

in Paul Winstone's murder
is a huge break.

Why would they shut us down?

They don't give explanations.

Is there anything you can do?

You have been working toward
a promotion for 18 months.

Don't let this case
screw that up.

Do you really think
Paul was a traitor?

I didn't want to.

I fought it for a long time.

I know it's hard to swallow.

Paul was...

The best of us.

How ya doin', kiddo?

I don't know.

Every relationship I've ever
seen has ended in heartbreak.

Do you think this is a mistake?

I've always thought
marriage was a mistake.

Have you ever seen
your psych eval

from when you joined
the Agency?

No, but I can probably guess.

Difficulty attaching,
sees the worst in everybody,

intimacy issues.

That's about it,

and it all came
with a big recommend.

The CIA likes people
with trust issues.

And so you suggest I bind myself
to Paul for all eternity?

I think you should marry Paul
because...

He's one of the few who's ever
got past your defenses

and earned your trust.

You and Paul have been
partners for three years.

You've placed your life in
his hands a thousand times over,

and he's done the same
with you.

Don't make Paul pay
for the fact that

other people in your life
have let you down.

You're pretty smart.

I know.

Humble, too.

Well, I have you
to keep me grounded.

You and Paul, the two of you,

you're the best of us.

When did you find out?

The CIA suspected him
for a year before he died,

but it could have gone on
much longer than that.

There's absolutely no way
he could have lied

to the people he loved
for so long.

You've done it...
With Michael.

I need to see
Paul's unredacted file.

You know that's not that easy.

You've still got
your clearances.

I'll see what I can do.

The seventh floor shut me down.

No.
That's the wrong answer.

- Trust me, I tried.
- Well, pull some strings.

I pulled all the strings
I could.

Pull more.

Call in favors, leverage.

We're at a dead end.

No. That's the wrong answer.

Do something.

There's nothing else I can do.

Sure about that?

They said no.

You think I got to where I'm at
by following the rules?

Look, it's not like
in your day.

You know,
it's a corporation now.

It's exactly like in my day.

They told me
what the rules were,

and then I did
whatever I had to do.

You're a good agent, Miller.
I've been watching you.

Your instincts are strong.
Your technique is flawless,

and I'm sure your paperwork is
a thing to marvel over...

Ohh.

But this isn't about that.

This is her son
we're looking for,

a boy who never hurt a fly.

If ever there was a reason

to step outside the box,
this is it.

Her child is missing.

What would you do?

Let's go.

Yeah?

If they fire me,
I can always write novels.

Thanks.

You could be walking
into an ambush.

I don't like the idea
of you handing yourself over

to a professional killer.

Ori knows something
about Michael.

- Ori makes the rules.
- Becca.

When he contacted us
to set the meet,

he said she has to go alone.

He knows I have something
to lose.

What choice do I have?

Ori's down.

It just happened.
He's still warm.

Becca, what is it?

Runner!

Becca!

Foot pursuit in progress.

- Hey!
- Oh!

Aah!

Heading for the wall.
Cut him off.

Hey!

Paul?

Paul!

You see who it was?

It was Paul.

It was my husband.

? what have I done? ?

? with my heart on the floor ?

? I must be out of my mind ?

? to come back begging
for more ?

? but if you stay ?

? if you just stay
for the night ?

? swear that I'm yours ?

? and I'll prove
that I'm right ?

? my, my, my, oh, my, my ?

I wanted to think
you were lying.

I know.

How is this possible?

I wish I could answer you,
but I'm at a loss.

Where has he been
the last ten years?

He's the father of my child.

I mean...

Did he ever love us at all?

Becca, Paul loved you.

He loved Michael.

You didn't misread that.

You let me hate you
instead of him.

I wanted you to hold on
to your good memories.

Aah!

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh.

You were right.
They won't hurt you.

Oksana, I am so sorry.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Seventh floor wants you
to look into Becca Winstone.

Ah, so now I'm authorized
to dig into this case, huh?

Don't get me wrong.

Internal affairs is still
gonna be all over your ass,

but everyone here
is very interested

in the reemergence
of Paul Winstone. Nice get.

Good news, 'cause I'm
a terrible writer.

Do you think
Becca knew anything?

Is she really as surprised
as she seems?

I don't think she's lying.

She was a top operative.
It's hard to believe she had

no idea what was going on
under her own roof.

Guess we're about to find out.

The soccer game
that Michael went to

two weeks
before he disappeared.

Look two rows behind.

Man in a black cap.

Paul was there.

We don't know what that means.

It means there's a good chance
my husband has my son.