Taken (2017) s02e12 Episode Script
Imperium
1 [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
My crew will stow your cargo below deck.
A special compartment, safe from prying eyes, as you requested.
Thank you, captain.
Discretion is a dying art, this day and age.
You sail as soon as you're loaded.
Do you have further questions for me? Hmm.
These answer all my questions.
- [CRATE THUMPS.]
- Watch it.
What the hell? Weapons? [TENSE MUSIC.]
- [GUNSHOTS.]
- [GRUNTING.]
As I told you, captain, discretion is truly a dying art.
Please inform your gallant crew to set a course for New York.
[COMPUTER BEEPING.]
Kilroy.
I need you to do a background check for me.
Kilroy? Is something wrong? No.
Yes.
Probably not.
Uh, background check.
You got a name or is it dealer's choice? - Daphne White.
- Coffee table.
- Coffee table? - Coffee table.
Are we doing a bit? Coffee table.
[LIGHT MUSIC.]
How did you know I was gonna ask you for this? [GRUNTS, CLEARS THROAT.]
Daphne White.
Fifth grade school teacher.
Predisposed to, uh, fantasy/action/adventure genre.
She likes stinky cheese, Pinot noir, line dancing.
Kind of weird.
You met her at a grocery store, and you, uh, set up a date for this weekend.
You've been spying on me.
You do realize how ironic it is to ask me that, don't you? Look, I've done whatever I can to make this a fully-functioning Faraday cage, shielding most transmissions from going in or out, but what I can't prevent is your phone from backing itself up to our servers every time you enter the building.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
Including my personal texts.
You might wanna change your settings.
Or don't.
Doesn't really matter.
It's not gonna work out with you two.
Why? What did you find out? She mentioned me to her friends? It's kind of creepy you have no presence online.
Look, she's gonna dump you, man, as soon as she finds out you don't have any - social media accounts.
- [SCOFFS.]
You don't have any.
What're you talking about? I've got like 4,000 of them.
In this one, I'm a millionaire who sold his first startup to Elon Musk when he was 16 years old.
Adrian Hollbrook.
[CHUCKLES.]
Yeah, you're probably right.
I'll call her.
I'll cancel the date.
Okay, stop.
Wait.
Maybe I can help.
I don't need any favors from you.
It's not for you, okay? I mean, if she can keep you busy, you know, and out of my SCIF, uh, think of it more as a "quid pro quo, Clarice" vibe, rather than a favor.
So I'm gonna make it look like you've been on social media since the dawn of time.
You like dogs or cats? I am not entirely comfortable with - Dogs or cats? - [STAMMERS.]
Dogs.
Meet Nikodemos Xanatos, an arms dealer who specializes in providing the world's worst weapons to the most vile terrorist organizations.
Isis, Hezbollah, Boko Haram.
I've more than heard of him.
Niko's been on the JSOC kill/capture list for years now.
Yeah, for good reason.
I ran an op in Iraq to stop the supply chain - of EFPs that he was bringing in.
- Hmm? Explosively formed penetrators.
That weapon killed hundreds of our troops.
The guy has ice water running through his veins.
So what's the mission? My contact at the CIA has informed me that they've learned that Niko is about to make an illegal arms deal in New York City.
Well, he's on domestic soil.
That's out of the CIA's jurisdiction.
Precisely, which is why they've asked us to finish the job.
Soldiers only kill lawful combatants.
We don't murder people.
A distinction and boundary I respect.
But Niko's actions are responsible for countless atrocities.
This guy's notorious for killing anybody who gets in his way.
This is a caravan of Bedouins in Iraq who made the mistake of making camp at one of his drop sites.
He just ruthlessly slaughtered them.
If we don't take him out, many more will die.
Sometimes you have to do a bad thing for the greater good.
This has the Intel the CIA has gathered on his current whereabouts.
The mission is simple.
You go to New York City, you locate and neutralize the target.
You should be in and out in 24 hours.
To cover the op, Kilroy will create chatter that the Russian mafia killed Niko for OPSEC.
Good deal.
And, uh, I'll make sure to leave this off your list of hobbies for you know who.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'll explain that later.
Probably not.
- - [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
[SIGHS.]
[GRUNTS.]
CIA Intel was right.
Niko is here.
We should be able to tap into hotel security feeds now.
How do you always manage to get a hold of all this gear? Girls gotta have some secrets.
[CHUCKLES.]
Niko's on the 41st floor.
So our best option is to set up a sniper's nest on this roof here.
What? The power spike.
Where are you coming from? [KEYBOARD CLACKING.]
I don't understand.
I calibrated you yesterday.
You're drawing more power than you should.
You're not really gonna make me go under your hood, are you? [COMPUTER BEEPING.]
Yeah, you aren't.
Okay, have it your way.
Full diagnostic should track you down.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Wind velocity, 5km per hour.
2:00.
Temperature, 38.
9 degrees Celsius.
Distance to target, 350 meters.
Four klicks up.
[CLICKS FOUR TIMES.]
Step away from the gun.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Isabel? After all these years, I did not think you'd recognize me, Bryan.
[CHUCKLES.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Look at you.
All grown up.
[CHUCKLES.]
- How'd you find me? - You taught me well.
Never let your prey leave your sight.
I saw you tailing Niko at the hotel.
Domingo and I followed you both here.
When I realized your intent Well, here we are.
If you're hunting Niko too, why did you stop me? Because, Bryan, I need Niko alive.
- [COMPUTER BEEPS.]
- Oh.
That is disappointing.
Is that correct? Should I be concerned? Mm-hmm.
That's a good word for it.
Three different diagnostics returning three identical results.
Looks like something is transmitting data out of this SCIF, but that's impossible.
No, no, our network is definitely getting chummy with someone on the outside.
I mean, the digital handshakes are negligible.
- But, um - But what? The transmissions are are miniscule, but, uh, the cumulative effect is what's got me spooked.
If they're being compiled elsewhere, then, um - We've been hacked.
- Mm.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
When you checked the SCIF, you assured me it was secure.
- Kilroy.
- It was it is, all right? It's just that electromagnetic shielding isn't full-proof.
Clearly.
So, well, maybe it's a natural phenomenon, like a solar flare.
I thought about that, but you see this? This is the Fibonacci sequence.
It's the sequence that reflects inherent uncertainty.
And [STAMMERS.]
Ah, it doesn't matter.
I understand the math.
What's the implication? That sequence is being used by someone to look up our skirts.
You mean, someone more clever than yourself.
No.
Game is definitely afoot.
[KEYBOARD FURIOUSLY CLACKING.]
Isabel, why are you here in New York? And why do you need a man like Nikodemos Xanatos.
It was always my father's dream to see my homeland free.
Niko can assist me in making his dream reality.
I don't understand.
Who is your father? Francisco Edu.
President of Equatorial Guinea.
Former president.
My father died months ago.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He was a great man.
The US fostered a democratic government there several years back, right? Yeah, I was stationed there.
During that time, Bryan and his men were guests in our home.
More like family, which is why I find it hard to believe you would ever wanna make a deal with a man like Niko.
She had little choice.
After her father's death, Isabel was named acting president.
But she must be able to defend our country from the animals that killed him.
Much has changed since you left.
My people are suffering, Bryan.
[PHONE BEEPS.]
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Boko Haram.
I'd know them anywhere.
[SIGHS.]
They have been attacking our borders, killing whoever won't convert.
Kidnapping our women.
Doing unspeakable things.
We need the weapons from Niko to protect our people from these terrorists.
The US backed you before.
I'm sure they could provide you with the weapons that we need.
Your government promised to do exactly that.
Then reneged.
Forcing me to make a deal with the devil, Nikodemos.
An illegal arms deal.
My father always said, "Sometimes you must be bad "for the greater good.
" My people are dying, Bryan.
Please, allow me to trade for the weapons Niko promised.
Do with him whatever you want after.
[COMPUTER CHIMES.]
Hello, Bryan.
Mission complete? Not yet.
There's been a wrinkle of sorts.
Can you look up Isabel Edu? You mean the acting president of Equatorial Guinea? She's been fighting a losing battle with Boko Haram ever since she took office after her father's death.
Then her story checks out.
What does this got to do with your mission? Isabel and I go way back.
When I was stationed in Equatorial Guinea, she and her father took me in.
It's Isabel who's buying arms from Niko.
And I promised her to help her get them back.
[SIGHS.]
I don't feel comfortable with this.
The mission comes first.
Always.
Boko Haram murdered her father, and now they are slaughtering innocent people.
I'm sorry, but I can't just sit back and do nothing.
Once Isabel has the weapons, then I'll take Niko down.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Do it.
Let us know how we can help.
[SIGHS.]
Kilroy, why is Ajna 2.
0 starting up? - - I'm having a good-news-bad-news moment.
You you remember those sporadic digital handshakes I was talking about? - Based on the Fibonacci sequence.
- [CLEARS THROAT.]
Mm-hmm.
The good news is that I know why they're happening.
The bad news is I know why they're happening.
Someone's stealing Ajna from me.
From us.
Shut it down.
Shut it down.
We need to figure this out right now.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
We've just left Santana and Mills out in the cold.
[FOREBODING MUSIC.]
These go in your ear, and they will keep us in constant communication with each other.
This will allow me to be your eye in the sky.
Domingo will electronically transfer a payment to Niko after he's shown us the weapons.
After the transfer is complete, and you have the weapons, Niko's mine.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Nikodemos Xanatos, it is good to meet you at last.
Everything has been arranged like we dis Niko only speaks to his own kind.
What does that mean? [CHUCKLES.]
It means he won't speak to a woman.
Then he'll speak with me.
You have brought payment? Where are the weapons? They're here.
Hidden in plain sight.
Transfer payment and I will direct you to their containers.
We leave in peace then.
Is this acceptable? I would like to see what I'm paying for.
Hmm.
Wow.
I am so lucky that I get to bask in the glow of such testosterone.
Mills, you met me know when you're done sizing each other up, okay? [CONTAINER CLACKS OPEN, CREAKS.]
2,000 M-4 automatic rifles.
500 RPGs That son of a bitch is selling US weapons.
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
Go, go, go, go, go! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Move it in! Move it in! Incoming, Mills.
It's the FBI.
Mills! Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You're under arrest.
Move, get under cover.
[GUNSHOTS BLAST.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Domingo.
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
- Bryan, help! - Isabel, we have to go.
We can't leave him.
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
He's dead.
- Get in.
- Come on, get in the van.
Look, there's nothing we can do.
Get in.
- Isabel.
- I'm not leaving without him.
Go.
Stay down.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[SIGHS.]
I can't believe Domingo is dead.
- And Isabel - She wouldn't get in the van.
Mills.
You gotta stop beating yourself up.
If Hart was still at the ODNI, she never would have let this happen.
She would've made sure the FBI and the CIA shared Intel.
Clearly, they both have different agendas when it comes to Niko.
Did you get her on the phone? [CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
You have reached the office of Christina Hart Straight to voicemail.
It never goes to voicemail.
Try her cell.
You've reached Christina Hart Same.
Something's wrong.
Looks like we're on our own.
Check if Isabel's earwig is still transmitting GPS.
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
Okay.
We got a signal.
She's on the move.
They're probably taking her to an FBI stronghold or something.
What now? We free Isabel, finish the mission, and neutralize Niko.
Bust Isabel out of FBI custody? That's a baller move, man.
Aren't we gonna need help? I don't think so.
We still have Isabel.
[SIRENS WAILING.]
Where are you taking me? I must make arrangements for my body guard.
You've got bigger problems on your horizon.
Is the United States confiscating the weapons? Where are you taking them? Ma'am, that's really none of your concern.
Do you know who I am? A terrorist colluding with Nikodemos Xanatos.
Now, he may have slipped through the tracks, but I'm betting you can tell me how to find him.
With what? Ten agents and a half dozen vehicles? You're going to need a bigger army.
That's my girl.
Special agents, Ma'am.
It makes all the difference.
You Americans, always so cocky.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Why are you sticking me in this forgotten trailer in the back? I have a right to a phone call.
I suggest exercising your right to remain silent.
The FBI has taken two of our men, and has our weapons.
What do you wanna do, Niko? [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
We risked much coming to America.
I would see my merchandise returned.
Returned? We should cut our losses and flee this godforsaken country.
- We should have never come - [GUNSHOTS.]
- You do not give me commands.
- [GUNSHOTS.]
Would anyone else like to flee? I'm using the jammer to scramble the FBI's electronics, and to cut the power to the entire compound.
Roger that.
That'll grant you a 90 second window to infiltrate their perimeter and extract Isabel.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[BLOWS THUMP.]
Go to sleep.
Bryan.
You came for me.
Of course I came for you.
- You okay? - Yes.
[GRUNTS.]
Let's go.
[LIGHTS BUZZ.]
We don't have much time.
Niko's shipments of arms is here.
I'm not leaving without them.
A little old school, but it should do the trick.
And it's secure.
[CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Hey, is everything all right there? I tried calling, but I couldn't SCIF went down.
We've been hacked.
Kilroy is trying to locate the leak now.
Report mission status? - Not good.
- [TIRES SCREECH.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[CANISTER CLACKS.]
Get it started.
- Light them up.
- X-rays inbound.
On three, two, one.
[GUNSHOTS.]
[WIRES BUZZ, ENGINE STARTS.]
Let's get out of here.
Go, go, go! [TIRES SQUEAL.]
Freeze.
You don't wanna be doing this.
I'm charging you with aiding and abetting terrorism.
Accessory to terrorist acts.
Do you know who I am? A man facing 25 to life.
Cuff 'em.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
Director Casey, I I know this is an unusual request, but with my SCIF down, - my hands are tied.
- Of course, Christina.
I'll take care of this for you right away.
[PHONE VIBRATING.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
Special Agent Johnson.
Special Agent Johnson, this is Director Casey.
- I'm head of the DNI.
- Yes, sir.
Mr.
Mills and his team are CIA case officers working with the Joint Terrorism Task Force, so officially, - they are not there.
- Yes, sir.
Anything he asks you to do, rest assured, is in our country's best interest.
So follow his lead.
Have I made myself clear in this matter? Understood, sir.
As far as Isabel Edu is concerned, she's not a terrorist, she's the acting president of Equatorial Guinea.
So treat her well.
Yes, Directory Casey.
You've got friends in high places, Mr.
Mills.
How can the FBI assist you? We've isolated all the systems.
Right.
We've checked all the shielding in the SCIF, and we're no closer to finding the hole.
Okay.
What could penetrate a Faraday cage? Okay, all right, Kilroy.
Calm down.
- I'm calm.
- No.
This is me calm.
No, you're not.
You're not calm, all right? You're facing a situation that has officially gone beyond your control, and And you're rattled.
[SIGHS.]
I need control to make me feel sane.
Yeah, I I get that.
Right, I I look at you and I see that you You, like you control your image, and you control your environment.
You even wanna control your selection of imported coffee beans, right? I understand.
Me above all people.
I get it.
It's one of the reasons that I hired you in the first place.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
All right, so now the SCIF is your insane world.
And you can make it sane again.
Think.
What could penetrate a Faraday cage.
What? Radio waves.
Radio waves can't penetrate a functioning Faraday cage.
What do you hear? Static.
Yeah.
No signal.
So the Faraday cage is functioning properly.
The only thing that can pierce a functioning Faraday cage is a transmitter outputting an ultra-low frequency.
So so that means that it's here in the SCIF? Or else how could it transmit data out? [TENSE MUSIC.]
This carriage should get us to port unmolested.
We can transport our cargo and leave this cursed country.
And what should we do if we're stopped? I suggest we all take proper precautions.
No? - [PHONE WHIRRING.]
- I'm not getting a reading.
Are you certain this app is working? Yes.
I designed it to detect any low pitch frequency that could theoretically penetrate a Faraday cage so long as it's in range.
- What's the range? - 30 centimeters.
Give or take.
The real question you should be asking is where does Santana get her toys? [PHONE WHIRRING LOUDLY.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPING RAPIDLY.]
Oh, do I have plans for you.
[CHUCKLES.]
How did Niko acquire American weapons? It was stolen from a shipment destined for Israel via Canada.
This man is highly intelligent.
Every time someone thinks they have him boxed in, he manages to get away.
Niko seems to plan for all foreseeable outcomes.
And benefits even when he loses.
He controls every aspect of his life.
That how he's managed to stay one step ahead of you for so long.
We can use that against him.
There's only one way he can leave this city with those weapons.
Cargo ship.
But which port? Must be hundreds.
Niko uses Greek transport almost exclusively.
That cuts down the number of ports in question to That one.
That is the port we discussed.
How do you know he didn't stash the weapons he stole in order to make a hasty retreat? I mean, the slippery bastard's got a knack for regrouping.
He risked coming to America to sell them.
He's not gonna leave without 'em.
And he knows how to stay off the grid.
Check all the routes to the port.
The more out of the way, the better.
This back road here.
That's the one he's gonna take.
It leads straight to the port.
Never make any assumptions, Mr.
Mills.
It's the most controllable route.
Minimal traffic, less local police.
Zero traffic cameras.
It's the best chance we have at stopping him.
The FBI doesn't take chances.
Set up road blocks at all the routes to New York City within a 60-mile radius.
Set up checkpoints at all the airports too.
I want Niko alive.
Johnson is wrong.
The two of you need to get ahead of this or Niko will escape.
We're one step ahead of you.
Yeah, and I've got just the thing to stop him.
You think you can make it in time? [GRUNTS.]
Listen, I may be on the mend, but this is my specialty.
I will be there.
Question is, will Niko? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Road block.
Don't stop.
[WEAPON COCKS.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
Move out! Niko blew through our blockade with a high-powered projectile.
He's headed toward the port.
You were right, Mr.
Mills.
We need to send in air cover.
Niko has stingers in those crates.
If he fires another RPG at one of your FBI helicopters, the risk of civilian casualties is too high.
We gotta close the interstate.
It's the best chance we got at catching Niko.
Niko's got a hell of a head start.
He's taking scenic roads to avoid attention.
If we take a more direct route We can cut him off at the pass.
We? You're staying put.
I'm coming with you.
It's out of the question.
I'm coming with you.
You are as stubborn as your father.
This is all my fault.
If I hadn't made a deal with Niko, that mad man would not be threatening your country.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Domingo would still be alive.
I'm not a child anymore, Bryan.
Fine.
Besides, you're going to need all the help you can get.
You remember how to handle a Beretta? I was trained by the best.
Okay.
You can ride along with Special Agent Johnson.
I'll keep her safe.
If we're gonna catch Niko, we're gonna need faster cars than these.
Bring it in.
Mills.
I'd like you to meet Special Agent Wood.
He's the best combat driver the FBI has ever trained.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
He just came off an undercover assignment as a wheel man for bank robbers.
This ride was his cover.
Sorry about the chokehold.
Are you even old enough to drive, pretty boy? Why don't you hop in and we'll find out? [ENGINE REVVING.]
Nice driving.
This ain't my first rodeo.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Close the road.
I want it clear of all civilians.
Johnson, we got eyes on Niko's truck.
He's got one support vehicle.
We're moving in to take him out.
Copy that.
We're on our way.
[ENGINE REVS.]
We have company.
- [GUN COCKS.]
- You know what they say about - guys who drive fast cars? - [LAUGHS.]
Get in.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Did you hit any of them? Maybe if you'd gotten me closer.
Hold on.
[ENGINE REVVING.]
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
Ouf.
Mills, we're right behind you.
[GUNSHOTS BLAST.]
Slow down.
Let them catch up.
Break right.
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
Johnson, Isabel, are you okay? We're okay, but we have agents down.
Johnson to base.
Send paramedics to mile marker 84.
We need to go.
Bryan is going to need our help.
You heard the woman.
Let's roll.
- Santana, you in position? - Yeah, good to go.
[TIRES POP, SCREECH.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
I'm going in! Go, Niko, I'll cover you.
Stop right there, Niko! [GUN CLICKS.]
- Get down! - [BOTH GRUNT.]
You okay? [GRUNTS.]
It's over.
Put the gun down.
[COMPUTER WHIRRING.]
Her code is so elegant.
Unmistakable.
Ella.
"Take thy beak from out my heart.
" She must've planted that transmitter on a burner phone that Santana inventoried.
Wait.
Ella, the hacker that David Ramsay hired in his bid to take down Little India? Yeah, and then tried to kill her to cover his tracks.
She got the better of that deal.
And now she's officially become my nemesis.
How much information did she glean? - She got a pretty good chunk of Ajna.
- But not all of it.
Yeah, but I mean, look, you gave me the algorithm, that's it.
And look what I managed to do.
I'm quite sure she's capable of - figuring out the rest.
- [SIGHS.]
She's good.
I must admit.
But, uh, I've always been more of a backdoor man myself.
And I found hers.
And I'm sending a virus of my own design that once it reaches her, will allow us to track her location, and then mirror her system.
And see how she likes it.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- Impressive.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Good work.
Anyway, I'll be able to reinforce security on the SCIF once everything is back online.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
If Ella's no longer working for Ramsay, then who did she do all this for? I don't know.
You wouldn't know anything about this shipment of weapons being transferred into the custody of Isabel Edu, would you? Not a clue.
My men will load them on the truck.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Niko's dead.
Isabel retains the arms her country needs.
It's only the FBI that comes up short today.
You got Niko's right hand in custody.
I'm sure he'll prove to be a wealth of information.
And the Bureau gets credit for eliminating one of the world's most lethal and wanted arms dealers.
No, you did that, Mr.
Mills.
You're forgetting one thing, Agent Johnson.
I was never here.
[FOGHORN BLARES.]
All loaded up? Santana secured passage on the first ship to Equatorial Guinea.
I'll be leaving shortly.
Thank you, Bryan.
You don't have to thank me.
I have much work to do.
Come with me.
We could finish my father's work together.
Restore balance to my country.
I'm doing good work here.
And I think you're gonna be just fine without me, Madame President.
It still sounds strange to me.
That will always feel like my father's title.
It's yours now.
Use it well.
He was right about you.
[STIRRING MUSIC.]
You're the big brother I never had.
You'll always have a home in Equatorial Guinea.
[SIGHS.]
Goodbye, Bryan.
My crew will stow your cargo below deck.
A special compartment, safe from prying eyes, as you requested.
Thank you, captain.
Discretion is a dying art, this day and age.
You sail as soon as you're loaded.
Do you have further questions for me? Hmm.
These answer all my questions.
- [CRATE THUMPS.]
- Watch it.
What the hell? Weapons? [TENSE MUSIC.]
- [GUNSHOTS.]
- [GRUNTING.]
As I told you, captain, discretion is truly a dying art.
Please inform your gallant crew to set a course for New York.
[COMPUTER BEEPING.]
Kilroy.
I need you to do a background check for me.
Kilroy? Is something wrong? No.
Yes.
Probably not.
Uh, background check.
You got a name or is it dealer's choice? - Daphne White.
- Coffee table.
- Coffee table? - Coffee table.
Are we doing a bit? Coffee table.
[LIGHT MUSIC.]
How did you know I was gonna ask you for this? [GRUNTS, CLEARS THROAT.]
Daphne White.
Fifth grade school teacher.
Predisposed to, uh, fantasy/action/adventure genre.
She likes stinky cheese, Pinot noir, line dancing.
Kind of weird.
You met her at a grocery store, and you, uh, set up a date for this weekend.
You've been spying on me.
You do realize how ironic it is to ask me that, don't you? Look, I've done whatever I can to make this a fully-functioning Faraday cage, shielding most transmissions from going in or out, but what I can't prevent is your phone from backing itself up to our servers every time you enter the building.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
Including my personal texts.
You might wanna change your settings.
Or don't.
Doesn't really matter.
It's not gonna work out with you two.
Why? What did you find out? She mentioned me to her friends? It's kind of creepy you have no presence online.
Look, she's gonna dump you, man, as soon as she finds out you don't have any - social media accounts.
- [SCOFFS.]
You don't have any.
What're you talking about? I've got like 4,000 of them.
In this one, I'm a millionaire who sold his first startup to Elon Musk when he was 16 years old.
Adrian Hollbrook.
[CHUCKLES.]
Yeah, you're probably right.
I'll call her.
I'll cancel the date.
Okay, stop.
Wait.
Maybe I can help.
I don't need any favors from you.
It's not for you, okay? I mean, if she can keep you busy, you know, and out of my SCIF, uh, think of it more as a "quid pro quo, Clarice" vibe, rather than a favor.
So I'm gonna make it look like you've been on social media since the dawn of time.
You like dogs or cats? I am not entirely comfortable with - Dogs or cats? - [STAMMERS.]
Dogs.
Meet Nikodemos Xanatos, an arms dealer who specializes in providing the world's worst weapons to the most vile terrorist organizations.
Isis, Hezbollah, Boko Haram.
I've more than heard of him.
Niko's been on the JSOC kill/capture list for years now.
Yeah, for good reason.
I ran an op in Iraq to stop the supply chain - of EFPs that he was bringing in.
- Hmm? Explosively formed penetrators.
That weapon killed hundreds of our troops.
The guy has ice water running through his veins.
So what's the mission? My contact at the CIA has informed me that they've learned that Niko is about to make an illegal arms deal in New York City.
Well, he's on domestic soil.
That's out of the CIA's jurisdiction.
Precisely, which is why they've asked us to finish the job.
Soldiers only kill lawful combatants.
We don't murder people.
A distinction and boundary I respect.
But Niko's actions are responsible for countless atrocities.
This guy's notorious for killing anybody who gets in his way.
This is a caravan of Bedouins in Iraq who made the mistake of making camp at one of his drop sites.
He just ruthlessly slaughtered them.
If we don't take him out, many more will die.
Sometimes you have to do a bad thing for the greater good.
This has the Intel the CIA has gathered on his current whereabouts.
The mission is simple.
You go to New York City, you locate and neutralize the target.
You should be in and out in 24 hours.
To cover the op, Kilroy will create chatter that the Russian mafia killed Niko for OPSEC.
Good deal.
And, uh, I'll make sure to leave this off your list of hobbies for you know who.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'll explain that later.
Probably not.
- - [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
[SIGHS.]
[GRUNTS.]
CIA Intel was right.
Niko is here.
We should be able to tap into hotel security feeds now.
How do you always manage to get a hold of all this gear? Girls gotta have some secrets.
[CHUCKLES.]
Niko's on the 41st floor.
So our best option is to set up a sniper's nest on this roof here.
What? The power spike.
Where are you coming from? [KEYBOARD CLACKING.]
I don't understand.
I calibrated you yesterday.
You're drawing more power than you should.
You're not really gonna make me go under your hood, are you? [COMPUTER BEEPING.]
Yeah, you aren't.
Okay, have it your way.
Full diagnostic should track you down.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Wind velocity, 5km per hour.
2:00.
Temperature, 38.
9 degrees Celsius.
Distance to target, 350 meters.
Four klicks up.
[CLICKS FOUR TIMES.]
Step away from the gun.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Isabel? After all these years, I did not think you'd recognize me, Bryan.
[CHUCKLES.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Look at you.
All grown up.
[CHUCKLES.]
- How'd you find me? - You taught me well.
Never let your prey leave your sight.
I saw you tailing Niko at the hotel.
Domingo and I followed you both here.
When I realized your intent Well, here we are.
If you're hunting Niko too, why did you stop me? Because, Bryan, I need Niko alive.
- [COMPUTER BEEPS.]
- Oh.
That is disappointing.
Is that correct? Should I be concerned? Mm-hmm.
That's a good word for it.
Three different diagnostics returning three identical results.
Looks like something is transmitting data out of this SCIF, but that's impossible.
No, no, our network is definitely getting chummy with someone on the outside.
I mean, the digital handshakes are negligible.
- But, um - But what? The transmissions are are miniscule, but, uh, the cumulative effect is what's got me spooked.
If they're being compiled elsewhere, then, um - We've been hacked.
- Mm.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
When you checked the SCIF, you assured me it was secure.
- Kilroy.
- It was it is, all right? It's just that electromagnetic shielding isn't full-proof.
Clearly.
So, well, maybe it's a natural phenomenon, like a solar flare.
I thought about that, but you see this? This is the Fibonacci sequence.
It's the sequence that reflects inherent uncertainty.
And [STAMMERS.]
Ah, it doesn't matter.
I understand the math.
What's the implication? That sequence is being used by someone to look up our skirts.
You mean, someone more clever than yourself.
No.
Game is definitely afoot.
[KEYBOARD FURIOUSLY CLACKING.]
Isabel, why are you here in New York? And why do you need a man like Nikodemos Xanatos.
It was always my father's dream to see my homeland free.
Niko can assist me in making his dream reality.
I don't understand.
Who is your father? Francisco Edu.
President of Equatorial Guinea.
Former president.
My father died months ago.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He was a great man.
The US fostered a democratic government there several years back, right? Yeah, I was stationed there.
During that time, Bryan and his men were guests in our home.
More like family, which is why I find it hard to believe you would ever wanna make a deal with a man like Niko.
She had little choice.
After her father's death, Isabel was named acting president.
But she must be able to defend our country from the animals that killed him.
Much has changed since you left.
My people are suffering, Bryan.
[PHONE BEEPS.]
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER.]
Boko Haram.
I'd know them anywhere.
[SIGHS.]
They have been attacking our borders, killing whoever won't convert.
Kidnapping our women.
Doing unspeakable things.
We need the weapons from Niko to protect our people from these terrorists.
The US backed you before.
I'm sure they could provide you with the weapons that we need.
Your government promised to do exactly that.
Then reneged.
Forcing me to make a deal with the devil, Nikodemos.
An illegal arms deal.
My father always said, "Sometimes you must be bad "for the greater good.
" My people are dying, Bryan.
Please, allow me to trade for the weapons Niko promised.
Do with him whatever you want after.
[COMPUTER CHIMES.]
Hello, Bryan.
Mission complete? Not yet.
There's been a wrinkle of sorts.
Can you look up Isabel Edu? You mean the acting president of Equatorial Guinea? She's been fighting a losing battle with Boko Haram ever since she took office after her father's death.
Then her story checks out.
What does this got to do with your mission? Isabel and I go way back.
When I was stationed in Equatorial Guinea, she and her father took me in.
It's Isabel who's buying arms from Niko.
And I promised her to help her get them back.
[SIGHS.]
I don't feel comfortable with this.
The mission comes first.
Always.
Boko Haram murdered her father, and now they are slaughtering innocent people.
I'm sorry, but I can't just sit back and do nothing.
Once Isabel has the weapons, then I'll take Niko down.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Do it.
Let us know how we can help.
[SIGHS.]
Kilroy, why is Ajna 2.
0 starting up? - - I'm having a good-news-bad-news moment.
You you remember those sporadic digital handshakes I was talking about? - Based on the Fibonacci sequence.
- [CLEARS THROAT.]
Mm-hmm.
The good news is that I know why they're happening.
The bad news is I know why they're happening.
Someone's stealing Ajna from me.
From us.
Shut it down.
Shut it down.
We need to figure this out right now.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
We've just left Santana and Mills out in the cold.
[FOREBODING MUSIC.]
These go in your ear, and they will keep us in constant communication with each other.
This will allow me to be your eye in the sky.
Domingo will electronically transfer a payment to Niko after he's shown us the weapons.
After the transfer is complete, and you have the weapons, Niko's mine.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Nikodemos Xanatos, it is good to meet you at last.
Everything has been arranged like we dis Niko only speaks to his own kind.
What does that mean? [CHUCKLES.]
It means he won't speak to a woman.
Then he'll speak with me.
You have brought payment? Where are the weapons? They're here.
Hidden in plain sight.
Transfer payment and I will direct you to their containers.
We leave in peace then.
Is this acceptable? I would like to see what I'm paying for.
Hmm.
Wow.
I am so lucky that I get to bask in the glow of such testosterone.
Mills, you met me know when you're done sizing each other up, okay? [CONTAINER CLACKS OPEN, CREAKS.]
2,000 M-4 automatic rifles.
500 RPGs That son of a bitch is selling US weapons.
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
Go, go, go, go, go! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Move it in! Move it in! Incoming, Mills.
It's the FBI.
Mills! Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You're under arrest.
Move, get under cover.
[GUNSHOTS BLAST.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Domingo.
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
- Bryan, help! - Isabel, we have to go.
We can't leave him.
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
He's dead.
- Get in.
- Come on, get in the van.
Look, there's nothing we can do.
Get in.
- Isabel.
- I'm not leaving without him.
Go.
Stay down.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[SIGHS.]
I can't believe Domingo is dead.
- And Isabel - She wouldn't get in the van.
Mills.
You gotta stop beating yourself up.
If Hart was still at the ODNI, she never would have let this happen.
She would've made sure the FBI and the CIA shared Intel.
Clearly, they both have different agendas when it comes to Niko.
Did you get her on the phone? [CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
You have reached the office of Christina Hart Straight to voicemail.
It never goes to voicemail.
Try her cell.
You've reached Christina Hart Same.
Something's wrong.
Looks like we're on our own.
Check if Isabel's earwig is still transmitting GPS.
[COMPUTER BEEPS.]
Okay.
We got a signal.
She's on the move.
They're probably taking her to an FBI stronghold or something.
What now? We free Isabel, finish the mission, and neutralize Niko.
Bust Isabel out of FBI custody? That's a baller move, man.
Aren't we gonna need help? I don't think so.
We still have Isabel.
[SIRENS WAILING.]
Where are you taking me? I must make arrangements for my body guard.
You've got bigger problems on your horizon.
Is the United States confiscating the weapons? Where are you taking them? Ma'am, that's really none of your concern.
Do you know who I am? A terrorist colluding with Nikodemos Xanatos.
Now, he may have slipped through the tracks, but I'm betting you can tell me how to find him.
With what? Ten agents and a half dozen vehicles? You're going to need a bigger army.
That's my girl.
Special agents, Ma'am.
It makes all the difference.
You Americans, always so cocky.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Why are you sticking me in this forgotten trailer in the back? I have a right to a phone call.
I suggest exercising your right to remain silent.
The FBI has taken two of our men, and has our weapons.
What do you wanna do, Niko? [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
We risked much coming to America.
I would see my merchandise returned.
Returned? We should cut our losses and flee this godforsaken country.
- We should have never come - [GUNSHOTS.]
- You do not give me commands.
- [GUNSHOTS.]
Would anyone else like to flee? I'm using the jammer to scramble the FBI's electronics, and to cut the power to the entire compound.
Roger that.
That'll grant you a 90 second window to infiltrate their perimeter and extract Isabel.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[BLOWS THUMP.]
Go to sleep.
Bryan.
You came for me.
Of course I came for you.
- You okay? - Yes.
[GRUNTS.]
Let's go.
[LIGHTS BUZZ.]
We don't have much time.
Niko's shipments of arms is here.
I'm not leaving without them.
A little old school, but it should do the trick.
And it's secure.
[CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Hey, is everything all right there? I tried calling, but I couldn't SCIF went down.
We've been hacked.
Kilroy is trying to locate the leak now.
Report mission status? - Not good.
- [TIRES SCREECH.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[CANISTER CLACKS.]
Get it started.
- Light them up.
- X-rays inbound.
On three, two, one.
[GUNSHOTS.]
[WIRES BUZZ, ENGINE STARTS.]
Let's get out of here.
Go, go, go! [TIRES SQUEAL.]
Freeze.
You don't wanna be doing this.
I'm charging you with aiding and abetting terrorism.
Accessory to terrorist acts.
Do you know who I am? A man facing 25 to life.
Cuff 'em.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
Director Casey, I I know this is an unusual request, but with my SCIF down, - my hands are tied.
- Of course, Christina.
I'll take care of this for you right away.
[PHONE VIBRATING.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
Special Agent Johnson.
Special Agent Johnson, this is Director Casey.
- I'm head of the DNI.
- Yes, sir.
Mr.
Mills and his team are CIA case officers working with the Joint Terrorism Task Force, so officially, - they are not there.
- Yes, sir.
Anything he asks you to do, rest assured, is in our country's best interest.
So follow his lead.
Have I made myself clear in this matter? Understood, sir.
As far as Isabel Edu is concerned, she's not a terrorist, she's the acting president of Equatorial Guinea.
So treat her well.
Yes, Directory Casey.
You've got friends in high places, Mr.
Mills.
How can the FBI assist you? We've isolated all the systems.
Right.
We've checked all the shielding in the SCIF, and we're no closer to finding the hole.
Okay.
What could penetrate a Faraday cage? Okay, all right, Kilroy.
Calm down.
- I'm calm.
- No.
This is me calm.
No, you're not.
You're not calm, all right? You're facing a situation that has officially gone beyond your control, and And you're rattled.
[SIGHS.]
I need control to make me feel sane.
Yeah, I I get that.
Right, I I look at you and I see that you You, like you control your image, and you control your environment.
You even wanna control your selection of imported coffee beans, right? I understand.
Me above all people.
I get it.
It's one of the reasons that I hired you in the first place.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
All right, so now the SCIF is your insane world.
And you can make it sane again.
Think.
What could penetrate a Faraday cage.
What? Radio waves.
Radio waves can't penetrate a functioning Faraday cage.
What do you hear? Static.
Yeah.
No signal.
So the Faraday cage is functioning properly.
The only thing that can pierce a functioning Faraday cage is a transmitter outputting an ultra-low frequency.
So so that means that it's here in the SCIF? Or else how could it transmit data out? [TENSE MUSIC.]
This carriage should get us to port unmolested.
We can transport our cargo and leave this cursed country.
And what should we do if we're stopped? I suggest we all take proper precautions.
No? - [PHONE WHIRRING.]
- I'm not getting a reading.
Are you certain this app is working? Yes.
I designed it to detect any low pitch frequency that could theoretically penetrate a Faraday cage so long as it's in range.
- What's the range? - 30 centimeters.
Give or take.
The real question you should be asking is where does Santana get her toys? [PHONE WHIRRING LOUDLY.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPING RAPIDLY.]
Oh, do I have plans for you.
[CHUCKLES.]
How did Niko acquire American weapons? It was stolen from a shipment destined for Israel via Canada.
This man is highly intelligent.
Every time someone thinks they have him boxed in, he manages to get away.
Niko seems to plan for all foreseeable outcomes.
And benefits even when he loses.
He controls every aspect of his life.
That how he's managed to stay one step ahead of you for so long.
We can use that against him.
There's only one way he can leave this city with those weapons.
Cargo ship.
But which port? Must be hundreds.
Niko uses Greek transport almost exclusively.
That cuts down the number of ports in question to That one.
That is the port we discussed.
How do you know he didn't stash the weapons he stole in order to make a hasty retreat? I mean, the slippery bastard's got a knack for regrouping.
He risked coming to America to sell them.
He's not gonna leave without 'em.
And he knows how to stay off the grid.
Check all the routes to the port.
The more out of the way, the better.
This back road here.
That's the one he's gonna take.
It leads straight to the port.
Never make any assumptions, Mr.
Mills.
It's the most controllable route.
Minimal traffic, less local police.
Zero traffic cameras.
It's the best chance we have at stopping him.
The FBI doesn't take chances.
Set up road blocks at all the routes to New York City within a 60-mile radius.
Set up checkpoints at all the airports too.
I want Niko alive.
Johnson is wrong.
The two of you need to get ahead of this or Niko will escape.
We're one step ahead of you.
Yeah, and I've got just the thing to stop him.
You think you can make it in time? [GRUNTS.]
Listen, I may be on the mend, but this is my specialty.
I will be there.
Question is, will Niko? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Road block.
Don't stop.
[WEAPON COCKS.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
Move out! Niko blew through our blockade with a high-powered projectile.
He's headed toward the port.
You were right, Mr.
Mills.
We need to send in air cover.
Niko has stingers in those crates.
If he fires another RPG at one of your FBI helicopters, the risk of civilian casualties is too high.
We gotta close the interstate.
It's the best chance we got at catching Niko.
Niko's got a hell of a head start.
He's taking scenic roads to avoid attention.
If we take a more direct route We can cut him off at the pass.
We? You're staying put.
I'm coming with you.
It's out of the question.
I'm coming with you.
You are as stubborn as your father.
This is all my fault.
If I hadn't made a deal with Niko, that mad man would not be threatening your country.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Domingo would still be alive.
I'm not a child anymore, Bryan.
Fine.
Besides, you're going to need all the help you can get.
You remember how to handle a Beretta? I was trained by the best.
Okay.
You can ride along with Special Agent Johnson.
I'll keep her safe.
If we're gonna catch Niko, we're gonna need faster cars than these.
Bring it in.
Mills.
I'd like you to meet Special Agent Wood.
He's the best combat driver the FBI has ever trained.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
He just came off an undercover assignment as a wheel man for bank robbers.
This ride was his cover.
Sorry about the chokehold.
Are you even old enough to drive, pretty boy? Why don't you hop in and we'll find out? [ENGINE REVVING.]
Nice driving.
This ain't my first rodeo.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Close the road.
I want it clear of all civilians.
Johnson, we got eyes on Niko's truck.
He's got one support vehicle.
We're moving in to take him out.
Copy that.
We're on our way.
[ENGINE REVS.]
We have company.
- [GUN COCKS.]
- You know what they say about - guys who drive fast cars? - [LAUGHS.]
Get in.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Did you hit any of them? Maybe if you'd gotten me closer.
Hold on.
[ENGINE REVVING.]
[TIRES SQUEAL.]
Ouf.
Mills, we're right behind you.
[GUNSHOTS BLAST.]
Slow down.
Let them catch up.
Break right.
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
Johnson, Isabel, are you okay? We're okay, but we have agents down.
Johnson to base.
Send paramedics to mile marker 84.
We need to go.
Bryan is going to need our help.
You heard the woman.
Let's roll.
- Santana, you in position? - Yeah, good to go.
[TIRES POP, SCREECH.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
I'm going in! Go, Niko, I'll cover you.
Stop right there, Niko! [GUN CLICKS.]
- Get down! - [BOTH GRUNT.]
You okay? [GRUNTS.]
It's over.
Put the gun down.
[COMPUTER WHIRRING.]
Her code is so elegant.
Unmistakable.
Ella.
"Take thy beak from out my heart.
" She must've planted that transmitter on a burner phone that Santana inventoried.
Wait.
Ella, the hacker that David Ramsay hired in his bid to take down Little India? Yeah, and then tried to kill her to cover his tracks.
She got the better of that deal.
And now she's officially become my nemesis.
How much information did she glean? - She got a pretty good chunk of Ajna.
- But not all of it.
Yeah, but I mean, look, you gave me the algorithm, that's it.
And look what I managed to do.
I'm quite sure she's capable of - figuring out the rest.
- [SIGHS.]
She's good.
I must admit.
But, uh, I've always been more of a backdoor man myself.
And I found hers.
And I'm sending a virus of my own design that once it reaches her, will allow us to track her location, and then mirror her system.
And see how she likes it.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- Impressive.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Good work.
Anyway, I'll be able to reinforce security on the SCIF once everything is back online.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
If Ella's no longer working for Ramsay, then who did she do all this for? I don't know.
You wouldn't know anything about this shipment of weapons being transferred into the custody of Isabel Edu, would you? Not a clue.
My men will load them on the truck.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Niko's dead.
Isabel retains the arms her country needs.
It's only the FBI that comes up short today.
You got Niko's right hand in custody.
I'm sure he'll prove to be a wealth of information.
And the Bureau gets credit for eliminating one of the world's most lethal and wanted arms dealers.
No, you did that, Mr.
Mills.
You're forgetting one thing, Agent Johnson.
I was never here.
[FOGHORN BLARES.]
All loaded up? Santana secured passage on the first ship to Equatorial Guinea.
I'll be leaving shortly.
Thank you, Bryan.
You don't have to thank me.
I have much work to do.
Come with me.
We could finish my father's work together.
Restore balance to my country.
I'm doing good work here.
And I think you're gonna be just fine without me, Madame President.
It still sounds strange to me.
That will always feel like my father's title.
It's yours now.
Use it well.
He was right about you.
[STIRRING MUSIC.]
You're the big brother I never had.
You'll always have a home in Equatorial Guinea.
[SIGHS.]
Goodbye, Bryan.