"previously on "missing"... hi, babe." "i love you, becca. i love you, too. safe flight." "daddy!" "michael!" "daddy!" "i applied to a summer architecture program." "i got accepted. it's in rome." "i'll call you tomorrow." " bye, sweetheart. i love you. - i love you, too." "michael moved out of his dorm two weeks ago, and no one knows where he went." "something's happened to my son." "what is your purpose in rome?" "i'm here to visit my son." "where is my son?" "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." "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." "we're not having cia personnel running their own agenda!" "i am not cia." "I am a mother looking for her son." "mom!" "michael!" "there is a plane about to leave from le bourget airport." "can you stop it?" "why would i help you?" "my son might be on that plane." "PARIS, FRANCE" "(CIA SUBSTATION, PARIS) 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." "you're sure, becca?" "you saw them take him on board?" "my son is on... that plane." "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." "i'm letting you go to rome." "i can get a little mushy if i want." "michael!" "mom?" "!" "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." "==ÆÆÀÃÐÜÀÖÔ°ÇãÇé·îÏ×==- ±¾×ÖÄ"½ö¹©Ñ§Ï°½"Á÷£¬ÑÏ½ûÓÃÓÚÉÌÒµÓÃÍ¾" "yeah?" "inmate approached perimeter." "warned away with nonlethal fire." "if he tries it again, take out a knee." "=ÆÆÀÃÐÜ×ÖÄ"×é=- ·­Òë£ºID Ð£¶Ô£ºID Ê±¼äÖá£ºG.C" "MILAN, ITALY 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?" "i'm sorry to tell you this, but i have orders." "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." "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." "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." "he knows i'll find him." "who are you?" "who are you?" "what am i doing here?" "eat." "you think i would drug you?" "i don't see why you wouldn't." "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." "RAVELLO, ITALY" "uh, excuse me." "no pictures, please." "i hear she's for sale." "charity auction this afternoon, right?" "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 e.u. 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." "take her out." "she crashed our setup in rome." "?" "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." "get anything?" "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?" "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." "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." "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" "PARIS, FRANCE" "(CIA SUBSTATION, PARIS) 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." "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?" "becca!" "thank you." "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." "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." "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."" "phil." "yeah." "three months... hey, you're gonna love this." "apparently, she understands him." "and apparently, after nine years of marriage... i don't." "so you see... i had to come here... because i've got nobody else." "i'm sorry." "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." "i know. i know." "okay, well... now it's time to--to look on the bright side." "this could be the vacation you and i never had." "you and i, hanging out in europe, just the two of us." "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." "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." "so just to be sure i understand, i'm supposed to pretend to be in love with you?" "is that too much to ask?" "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." "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?" "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?" "bl a wst,anth ce in no,ineed. they are already watching you right now." "they'd checked me yet three tr fr t" "first they warn, second, they wound." "and they had no ?" "?" "hair, beard and stache" "Tadeusz Malepa" "mostly traffics in weapons, but also colt out of the congo and other embargoed minerals-- if the price is right." "she is awfully glad to see him." "taking ?" "that's n out of seven on your list." "be careful." "ms. winstone may i ask what you're doing here?" "my invitation is as good as anyone else's, anwill take to get me to leave." "have you ever met mr. hakkim?" "we are saying we'd like to bid on the boat, no one tell me a number." "25 millionuros." "?" "i'd lovee belock." "i'm afraid that's just not possible." "please excuse me." "ma'am, there's a problem at reception." "i know she's here. she has an invitation." "can you just che again?" "her name is becca winstone you're a friend of becca's?" "yeah. i'm--i'm mary." "mary." "how marvels. do come in." "thank you." "you're welcome." "becca, we've got a problem really, it sounds like you two are close.very if we were any closer, we'd be siame twins." "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." "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." "mary, so nice you decided to join us after all." "oh, i love this song. becca, please." "i'm very sorry. you look so beautiful!" "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." "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?" "there's her friend." "where is she?" "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." "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." "who will give me 75?" "i have 75. do i have 85?" "85. thank you, sir. do i have 95?" "95." "do i have 100 million euros?" "100 million euros." "going once, going twice... sold for 100 million euros." "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." "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." "mary, i am so sorry for the way that we just ran-- paula olson?" "melanie reed." "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... and you have helped me raise my son." "and i used to be somebody else." "i was a trained operative for the cia." "no." "no. where's michael?" "he's missing." "is he kidnapped?" "oh, god." "and i don't know by whom or why." "a-and it's not because of... because of what you were?" "i don't know." "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 aiort." "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." "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 whenhey nd 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." "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." "il taxi e pronto, signora." "mary." "let's go see your friend." "here she comes." "watch your back." "i've got you covered." "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-- giancarlo, mary's overboard. on my way." "yeah?" "she has become a liability." "it's time." "this is the order-- take her out." "got it." "i will toss them." "where is he?" "tell me he's alive." "give me my diamonds." "okay. okay. he's alive." "what do you want with me?" "all right. all right." "you think this is about you?" "this was never about you." "it's about paul." "pa-- my husband?" "the man who killed your husband has your son." "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. my name is michael." "oksana." "he's starting to trust me." "he'll make sure you get home safely." "while you stay on the hunt." "i'm so sorry." "no." "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." "go find our boy." "* Take this broken heart *" "* And carry it home *" "* Carry it home * 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." "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 *"