Previously on "Missing"...
(Rebecca) Something's happened to my son.
There's a hidden exit from the tunnels.
Insulin.
Now we can escape together.
Paul has an account in Prague.
There is a safety-deposit box attached to the account.
(Drill whirring)
(Siren wailing)
There's a deed for a remote location outside of Prague.
(Alarm wailing) Run.
(Explosion, glass shatters)
(Clatters) (Panting)
Fitzpatrick was hit.
The stock certificates were stolen.
Give me the stocks.
The CIA support in the investigation
of your son's disappearance has officially been suspended.
(Whirring) Becca!
(Rebecca) Helios transport is in the rail yard.
Whatever is on that train is worse than diamonds.
(Grunts)
Come on! We have to go! Come on.
(Gunshot) (Michael) The train will get to a town eventually,
and we can get help.
We have to stop that train. Get her in the car.
No! No!
Get me a glass of water and a cup of coffee.
Ma'am.
Just the ladies this time, gentlemen.
I understand. I gave her an inch,
but she took a hundred miles.
(Lowered voice) With all respect,
I need to know what she's really up to.
You're too close to this thing.
Let someone more detached from Winstone take care of it.
Like you?
Like me.
Are you even looking for that train?
I know you've made up your mind
about Becca, but Michael's my godson.
(Door opens)
(Door closes)
Why am I here?
You stole a CIA helicopter and flew it to Moscow.
Not your finest moment... operative or civilian.
I meant, why aren't we out there looking...
looking for your son?
I think everything you said over the last week has been a lie.
I think you know exactly who has your son and why.
I'll play.
(Chair scrapes floor)
Who do I think has my son?
Viktor Azimoff.
He wanted to get back
the stock certificates you and Paul stole from him.
He kidnapped your son to force your hand.
No pun intended.
I saw Azimoff give Paul the stock certificates.
There are three fingerprints required on that account
in Prague... Paul's, yours, and Michael's.
That's your evidence?
Not all of it.
Let's talk about Operation Songbird.
Martin was the case officer on that.
Why don't you ask him?
He's being asked even as we speak,
so you might as well tell the truth.
Songbird doesn't have anything to do with this.
You don't see the parallels?
A deeply troubled family, a child in danger, a mother
going to desperate lengths to be reunited with her son,
and, of course...
(Slides folder on table)
You and Paul working together.
This boy's mother has valuable information about
her ex-husband's criminal enterprises,
but she's terrified of him and rightfully so.
She won't tell us anything until she has her son
and they are both safe in the United States.
Who's the father?
His name is Gregor Novolskij.
That's all you need to know.
Will the boy, Maksim, come willingly?
Unknown. Intel shows he was close with his mother,
but that was before she left him almost two years ago.
The husband was brutalizing her. She had to run.
We don't know what the boy's been through since.
If we don't get him to his mother...
She will not testify.
We agreed not to work together anymore, for Michael's sake.
It's a unique mission, and we're uniquely qualified for it.
Oh, yeah? Why is that?
Because we're parents. We can build a good rapport
with the kid and form a bond.
Oh, we can, huh? (Chuckles)
What is your attitude about?
My relationship with Michael is fine.
He came to me, Becca.
He's been having problems at school.
What kind of problems?
Bullying.
(Scoffs) Who's he been bullying?
No, Becca. Good God.
You mean someone's been bullying him.
Why wouldn't he come to me?
He was embarrassed. He thought, I don't know,
you'd be disappointed in him.
Why would he think that?
What are we gonna do?
I talked to the teacher and the other kid's parents.
It's okay.
I thought, since you're home,
you'd finally be able to spend some time with him,
but then you volunteer us for a babysitting mission.
That's all I'm saying.
Michael's gonna be fine.
(Wheels clacking)
(Bell clanging)
We did it. We're free.
Free, maybe, but not safe yet.
At least we can protect ourselves. (Chuckles)
I'm not gonna shoot a guy. (Chuckles)
(Chuckles) Why not?
Come on. I can kill a hundred zombies
with my thumbs... (Laughs)
But I don't know how to shoot one of those things.
And you never learned to shoot?
It wasn't a skill I thought I'd need.
Let me show you. Give me your hands.
This is the safety.
It should be off, or no shooting.
Relax your shoulders. Mm-hmm.
Then you squeeze the trigger gently, like so, hmm?
Mm-hmm.
(Chuckles)
You distract too easily.
(Both chuckle)
Your lips are cold.
I need to take my Insulin now.
Not even a full dose.
How long will this last you?
Not long enough.
Hey. You cannot really believe that Becca's lying.
My boss does. That's what matters.
(Sighs) Hey, if I had known
you would turn on her, I would have never...
claimed interpol jurisdiction
or robbed another bank with her?
She's been using us, both of us.
Of course she has. She has no resources, Dax.
You're blind.
(Sighs) You are pigheaded.
Becca Winstone landed in the middle of something huge.
You have no idea what's happening out there.
Ah. Why don't you tell me?
If I read you in, I want something in return.
What?
Your jurisdiction, interpol backing me...
warrants, local police connections,
your full cooperation.
(Sighs) Okay.
Viktor Azimoff is a bad guy eight ways to Sunday,
but he's not the head of anything.
He's working for someone else, someone much worse.
I'm listening.
You know about the syndicate we've been chasing...
ex-agents controlling crime in Europe.
From which agencies?
All of them. Leave us, please.
CIA, Stasi, ex-KGB guys like Azimoff,
Mossad, SISDE, you name it.
Every country has an ex or current agent at the head.
(Flips cards)
Antoine Lussier... France.
Viktor Azimoff... Russia.
Giuseppe Candotti in Italy.
That bastard. Makes sense.
They control drugs, arms smuggling,
black market diamonds, human trafficking,
even murder and extortion,
so... an unknown ex-operative is at the head of it all.
We call him "suspect zero."
But it's not Azimoff, right?
He's too public.
This man or woman has eluded us for years.
It has to be someone we would never even think to look at.
For example, a man we thought was dead
for the past ten years.
Paul Winstone.
There is no way Becca knew about this.
Open your eyes, Rossi. Get out ahead of it.
Becca Winstone is going down.
You just have to decide if you're going down with her.
(Indistinct conversations, telephone rings)
Songbird ended the way it did
because you and Paul were working for the other side.
You're so sure of yourself.
I will answer your questions under one condition.
(Chuckles)
Yeah, what's that?
When I prove you wrong, you use the full resources
of this agency to find my child.
Okay.
But if you don't convince me you're clean,
you're on the next plane to Guantanamo bay.
Oh, they're not as friendly as I am.
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we're going way too fast to jump.
You said yourself, the train must stop somewhere.
Yeah, but this is all freight, no passengers.
We might not slow down for days.
We need to get you Insulin now.
(Sighs)
There must be someone driving this train.
He must have a phone or a radio.
Be careful.
I need your thumbs when the zombies come.
(Hatch creaks)
(Clanks)
(Grunts)
(Whistle blows)
(Grunting)
(Panting)
(Fitzpatrick) The train is registered to helios mining.
Viktor Azimoff's company.
The manifest has the train arriving in Bratislava
in two hours.
Dax, the boy's on that train.
And if he's not?
You willing to admit you're wrong about her then?
Come on, Rossi. Let's go see for ourselves.
You agreed to answer my questions.
Fine. Our relationship was great,
like any other mother and son.
You were close?
Yes. Of course.
I never should have let them volunteer
for that mission. (Sighs)
Because they were dirty?
No, of course not.
I had been their case officer since before they met.
They had never let their personal lives
interfere with their job.
But they did this time?
Operation Songbird was an unmitigated disaster
by anyone's measure,
but not because they were dirty.
Then why?
Because they're parents.
It was Paul and I who weren't seeing eye to eye,
and if I'd... (Sighs)
I don't know. If I'd been paying closer attention...
Maybe I could have seen the signs.
A trained agent with an overdeveloped ability
to read people
couldn't see the truth about her own husband?
You've clearly never been married.
Let's continue.
You met with the boy Maksim's mother.
(Choir singing in Latin)
How long has it been since you've seen your son?
He must have changed a lot since you saw him.
(Russian accent) Yes, he did.
It's been almost two years...
Long enough for his father to poison him against me.
He swore that if I ever left, I would never see Maksim again,
and he has always been a man of his word.
Not this time. We'll get him to you.
♪ Benedicta ♪
(Voice breaking) You're judging me.
How could a woman leave her child?
I am not one to judge.
I'm a parent myself.
He would have killed me eventually if I had stayed,
but he never raised a hand against Maksim.
♪
You had to leave to save him.
I understand that.
♪
I try to make the world safer.
♪
That's how I protect my son.
♪ Maria ♪
(Applause)
(Indistinct conversations)
I'm sorry to say it, but it's time to go.
(Whispers) But my son.
My husband and I will take care of him
as if he is our own.
(Voice breaks) Thank you.
(Indistinct conversations)
Danke.
(Speaks Russian)
She gave me this to give to you.
I gave this to her for Christmas...
the last one before she left.
She misses you desperately and she wants for you
to come live with her in America.
I want to go with my mother.
Go to the men's room.
My husband is there, and he'll help you.
(Speaking German)
Oksana. No.
Do you know what he will do if he finds us? (Clicks)
You don't want to kill a man. (Click)
You know what he has done to me...
(Voice breaks) What they've all done?
They've taken everything from me.
(Panting) (Whispers) Hey.
(Normal voice) Killing him won't bring it back.
(Clanking)
Go.
Shh, shh, shh.
(Hatch opens)
(Clanks)
(Gasps)
(Screaming)
(Thuds) (Grunts)
(Both grunting)
(Grunts and gags)
Aah!
Uhh!
(Grunts)
Aah! Aah!
Don't touch her!
(Pants)
(Grunts) Aah!
(Yells)
(Both grunting)
Aah!
(Grunts)
(Whistle blows)
(Brakes squealing)
(Brakes hiss)
Michael.
Come on. Come on. Go. Just go.
Under here, under here.
Under.
You weren't in the room
for Paul's conversation with Maksim?
In the men's room? No.
Maybe Paul lied to you about what happened in there.
(Sighs) He didn't lie to me.
(Speaking Russian)
(Door closes)
You're making a brave choice, Maksim.
I have bodyguards.
They have guns.
So do I.
Can I see it?
Can I hold it?
(Clicks)
When my father finds out...
Don't think about that.
Just think of the next step ahead.
Hope you like soccer, or, uh,
I guess you call it "football."
American NBA is better.
Kobe Bryant is the best.
(Chuckles) All right.
Go change your clothes.
You contend you never knew who the boy's father was.
We were given the name "Gregor Novolskij,"
which we assumed was a cover name,
and, no, we did not know his identity.
I find that hard to believe, in light
of your personal connection to the man.
(Sighs) What are you talking about?
Come on, Winstone. Last chance.
(Sighs)
He...
He's Viktor Azimoff's son?
The CIA has had me under surveillance
for the past ten years.
Can you show any contact between Azimoff and me?
Maybe I can.
Let's talk about your bank account
at Maryland federal.
(Chuckles)
My life insurance settlement? What about it?
You've been drawing out of it for years...
a few thousand here, a few thousand there.
Why wouldn't I?
I thought Paul was dead.
Even the insurance company... I mean, that is not fraud.
That would be true
if there were an insurance company.
What are you talking about?
I spent the last three days having my people dig into it.
The money came from a numbered account in Zurich.
That's impossible.
The life insurance settlement was a fake.
Someone set you up for life. Any idea who?
Now that I know he's alive, my guess would be Paul.
My guess is Viktor Azimoff.
Payment for a job well done.
No. (Sighs) Let's continue.
Maksim's bodyguards were outside the door.
Yes.
(Clatter)
Chivalry's dead.
(Thuds) (Grunts)
(Grunts)
(Both grunt)
(Grunts)
Next time, help a lady out.
I miss watching you work.
Come on. Let's go.
(Scoffs) I'm 12.
I'm not a baby.
(Beeps)
(Horn honks in distance)
It's ok. We're gonna take care of you.
Okay here's the deal, buddy..
It's okay to be a little nervous.
It'll keep you on your toes, make you more alert
to possible danger, but fear...
that's gonna just make you imagine things are worse
than they really are.
You understand?
Great, so keep your eyes peeled.
Tell us if you see anything, okay?
You mean, like that?
(Tires screech)
Let's go.
(Horn blares, tires screeching)
Aah!
(People screaming)
Get down!
(Tires screeching)
(Gunshots)
(Yells)
(Tires screech)
(Shouts indistinctly) (Tires screech)
(Shouts indistinctly)
(Tires peal)
(Sirens wailing in distance) (Sighs)
It's okay.
We lost 'em.
(Sighs)
You're safe. It's okay.
Candace, before you start,
uh, maybe the kids can come to Paris next month.
I'll take them to Euro Disney or something.
What?
When?
Next week?
You can't do this.
Because we have a custody agreement.
That's the hell why not.
Fine. You'll hear from my lawyer.
(Cell phone beeps)
You want to talk about it?
No.
I didn't know you had kids.
That's because it's none of your business.
My ex is violating our custody agreement
and moving the kids to the U.S next week.
Can she do that?
Doesn't matter.
She's using them as pawns to get to me.
You don't seem like a man who would let
his personal life interfere with his work.
(Chuckles) That's a little pop psych 101,
don't you think?
Is it?
You think I don't believe Becca because I think women use
their children as pawns,
that I'm taking out my anger at my ex-wife on her?
Hey, Becca and I were in love.
It ended because she chose her family.
That's why I know she's a devoted mother
and she isn't lying about her son.
Now who's letting their personal life
interfere with the work?
(Grunts)
(Grunts) Michael.
(Door creaks)
(Grunts)
(Panting)
(Door creaks)
(Whispers) Okay.
(Panting)
We'll have to make our stand here.
Was Maksim still afraid,
or did you manage to calm him down?
I wouldn't say he was afraid,
but he was having second thoughts.
This is crazy! I can't do this! Take me back!
It's okay. Calm down.
Hey. (Sighs)
Can I ask you a question?
It's been eating at me all afternoon.
You really think Kobe is better than Shaq?
What?
Kobe. Shaq. You really think so?
Shaq's a difference-maker.
No one can control him in the paint.
(Scoffs) No one can control Shaq
because all he does is throw his weight around,
but kobe is smart.
Oh, so you take brains over brawn, huh?
That's good to know.
So... you're in a tough corner.
It's not fair.
Nope.
No kid should be afraid of his own father.
I don't know whether I can handle this.
I feel like that a lot, and I'm a grown-up.
I can't imagine what you're going through.
I'll tell you what I do know, though.
It's not the problems we face that define us.
It's how we choose to handle them.
How long before we get to my mom?
Not long at all. Come on.
Let me make sure I have this right,
because I don't want any margin for misunderstanding.
Maksim wanted to back out,
and Paul talked him into going through with it?
We never would have taken that kid in there
if we had known.
Not ever.
You ready, kid?
Yes.
(Distorted screams)
(Brakes squeal)
Oh, my God.
You actually believe I would set a child up to do that?
What kind of woman do you think I am?
(Papers rustle)
Raised in a series of foster homes,
none of which kept you longer than a year.
"Emotionally cut off.
Has trouble forming attachments or bonds."
What's your point?
You were the ideal agency recruit.
No loved ones at all.
By songbird, I had a family.
Sure, a child you saw between assignments
and a husband you were destined to cheat on.
Break out the white picket fence.
If songbird was a setup, they'd need someone with your...
Lack of emotional texture.
My son is missing.
Why didn't you stop him?
I should have.
I should have known that all of this would come back,
but I wanted to believe that he could be safe
and that he could have a normal life.
No, not Michael. Maksim.
Why didn't you drop him? He was in your sights.
Are you serious?
(Voice breaks) He was a 12-year-old boy.
When was the last time you saw him?
I haven't seen him since that day.
Don't you wonder what became of him?
All the time.
Then you're in luck,
because I know exactly where he is.
Hey! Stop the train! Stop it! Stop the train!
Stop that train!
Hey! Stop the train!
(Brakes squealing)
Nothing. No Michael Winstone.
No mysterious tanker car full of hazardous materials.
You ready to admit you're wrong?
(Sighs) I believed her.
I believed she saw Michael on the train.
Yeah, well, you always believe her.
That's your problem, pal.
She manipulates everybody, but you most of all.
Wasting our time here.
(Pants)
(Grunting)
(Thuds)
(Grunts and pants)
(Gasps)
(Grunting)
I'm done keeping you alive.
(Gasping)
(Grunts)
(Beeps)
You should recognize him. You saw him recently
when you led my agents into an ambush in Dubrovnik.
He was shooting at me.
He doesn't miss.
If you're not working with his father,
why are you still alive?
Maybe he felt he owed me.
For not killing him?
Was that compassion or strategy?
(Bottle clinks)
(Panting)
Michael?
(Sighs)
He's dead.
I killed him.
He was a horrible man.
He would have killed you.
You will always be the man who saved me.
(Crying)
Oksana?
Stay with me.
(Pants)
This is your last chance. Admit it.
You took the boy there so he could kill his mother.
You actually believe that?
Doesn't really matter,
because that message...
From agent Miller.
(Folder taps table) Michael wasn't on the train.
Michael... your son... was not on the train.
Looks like you lose, Winstone.
(Door opens)
Michael Winstone was not on the train.
(Sighs)
I'm gonna need your help to get into some
of the redacted files from Paul's cases.
I'm telling you, Newman, we could finally be
on the verge of finding suspect zero.
Well, that's one good thing to come out of all this.
(Clank, creak)
Hello?
There's one more thing I need to...
(Grunts)
(Muffled scream)
(Panting)
(Whimpers) (Squish)
(Muffled grunt)
(Panting)
Everyone, in here now!
Oh, my God.
Get an APB out on Becca Winstone. Go!
Violet, see if you can find her trail.
(Sighs) You believe me now?
(Panting)
Vienna.
(Feist's "caught a long wind" playing)
♪ Little bird ♪
♪ have you got a key? ♪
♪ unlock the lock ♪
♪ inside of me ♪
♪ where will you go? ♪
♪ keep yourself afloat ♪
♪ feeling old ♪
♪ until the wings ♪
I thought you were coming to the hospital.
Did she make it?
She's gone.
For a while, they thought she might recover, but...
She could never recover, not from this.
We couldn't have seen this coming, right?
No one could have.
We are not responsible for this. Do you hear me?
When they put Michael in my arms,
all I felt was fear.
I knew I loved him. In my mind, I knew...
But all I felt was terror...
(Voice breaks) Of all the mistakes
I was going to make,
all the ways I was gonna fail him.
You're not a bad mother, becks.
You're just doing what you... what you know.
It's not your fault.
You never had anyone to learn from.
I don't want to be another parent
who fails their kid, but honest to God, Paul...
I'm lost.
Look, you once told me you had an imaginary mother
in the foster home.
You do for Michael what you wish
she would have done for you.
(Voice breaks) I just wanted her to show up.
♪ Sad sparrow ♪
♪ good morning, bird ♪
Come here.
♪ Ooh, good nightingale ♪
♪ mm, took a deep breath ♪
♪ and caught a long ♪
♪ wind ♪
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