FBI: International (2021) s02e14 Episode Script
He Who Speaks Dies
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Mm. Looks good.
So what do you miss most about New York?
Mm.
I'd trade my right pinky for a doughnut.
A real one.
Not the Hungarian kind
made of candle wax.
Why does every American
who works in law enforcement
have this obsession with doughnuts?
Oh, you're about to get
some Kellett-pedia.
- Can you handle it?
- Sure. Fire away.
- During World War II
- Oh, God.
Graveyard shift cops worked long hours.
Nothing but sack lunches,
maybe the rare 24-hour diner,
- and
- Doughnut shops.
Always cheap. Always convenient.
And how do you know this?
My grandfather was a deputy inspector,
66th precinct, Brooklyn.
So law enforcement is in your blood.
Mm-hmm.
Do you have any, uh,
dinner plans Friday night?
Thinking about doing some
traditional cooking.
- My place.
- I'd like that.
You gonna be able
to manage with one hand?
Sure. I'll figure it out.
Uh, one more thing.
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
Won't you pick me, baby ♪
Please 'cause I need to get it ♪
Won't you pick me, baby ♪
Please 'cause I need to get it ♪
Gimme your love ♪
- Oh, God.
- What?
You got that look on your face
like you want to have a heart-to-heart.
Maybe.
Your graduation.
I had a chat with your mom.
She said you were upset
that I missed it.
You mind if we talk about
this after we land?
Sure. Yeah.
Sorry. Thanks.
Oh, my God.
Ma'am, please fill out
your customs forms
before we reach Athens. Thank you.
Sir, please fill out the customs forms.
Um, excuse me, sir.
The mirror in the lavatory.
There's a bomb.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
- Did she say a bomb?
- Head back to your seat
and put on your seat belt. Thank you.
Did she seriously say there's a bomb?
Attention please.
Captain has turned on
the seat belt sign.
All passengers need to return
to their seats immediately.
Thank you.
This is your pilot.
Please prepare for an emergency landing.
There's a bomb on the plane.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
Hey, Dad. What's wrong?
You okay?
Dad?
Dad!
- What do we got?
- A commercial aircraft
received a bomb threat in route
from New York to Athens.
- How many Americans?
- 110.
Jetstream flight W271.
The plane was in Moroccan airspace.
The pilot declared an emergency
and contacted local air traffic control.
Two jets from the royal
Moroccan air force
diverted them to a remote air
strip just outside of Tangier.
Any reason to believe
the threat's legitimate?
The DOJ wants us on the ground
given the recent death
of Ayman Al-Zahid.
The second emir of Al-Qaeda.
Since he was killed
in the US drone strike,
there might be reciprocation.
Europol has a counterterrorism
cooperation agreement with Morocco.
The Madrid bombings necessitated
a stronger relationship
when Moroccan citizens
were linked to the attacks.
Every minute counts. Let's move.
Sergeant Ahmed Fassi. Sureté Nationale.
Special agent Scott Forrester.
This is agent Vo, Kellett, Raines, FBI.
FO Megan Garretson, Europol.
The passengers are
being moved to a hanger
and the bomb squad is searching
the cabin for explosives.
I don't understand. Let me go with him!
- Let me go.
- You can't come.
What happened? FBI.
Passenger had heart failure
and collapsed.
I applied CPR on the plane,
so he stabilized.
But he, uh, still hasn't
regain consciousness.
- Are you a doctor?
- Yes, sir.
David Boyd. I work at
Hendry County Medical.
Well, I'm glad you were there.
I'm happy to help. I hope he makes it.
You guys are FBI from America?
- We are.
- They won't let me go
with my dad to the hospital.
That's because everyone
who was on the plane
needs to be screened.
What's your name, son?
- Tyler. Tyler Kemp.
- Hold on one second.
I can have one of my agents take him.
- If that's okay.
- That's all right.
Moroccan authorities have
agreed to let you drive Tyler,
if you do not let him out of your sight.
- On it.
- Hospital Crochet Blanco.
We'll need your passport and backpack.
Passport's in the front pouch.
All right, Smitty and I will
help with explosive detection.
- Kellett, baggage inspection.
- I'll screen the passengers.
I want photos of every passenger
and crew member on the manifest.
Hanger two.
My team has already set up
a private security office
for your team
laptops, emergency kits,
whatever you need,
- you just let us know.
- Great.
We conducted a threat assessment.
Moved passengers away from
potential hazards.
Divided individual areas
into search levels.
Any idea what we're looking for?
Description of the explosive
device is unknown.
Our primary areas of concern
are the passengers seating
portion over the fuel cells,
carry-on luggage, and
the baggage compartment.
And during our visual scan
of the aircraft,
we found this.
Huh.
Keep an eye out for red window markers,
the kind used to write on cars
at college football games.
Copy that.
You ever hear of the Underwear Bomber?
I don't believe so. No.
2009, Christmas Day.
Nigerian terrorist
attempted to blow up a plane
using a syringe that contained
a combustible chemical.
Tried to detonate
a non-metallic explosive
taped inside his underwear.
Al-Qaeda claimed
responsibility for the attack.
Nobody leaves the hanger
until the passengers
are cleaner than a Safeway chicken.
We had to wait on a plane with a bomb
for four hours and now this?
Ma'am, would you like to
reach your destination safely,
or would you like to spend
another four hours
at a police station,
because I can arrange that.
And look at the camera.
You really told her.
I refuse to put up with prissy women.
I've worked plenty of bomb threats.
Prissy passengers tend to be
the least of our concerns.
Believe me.
Glenn Shaw, U.S. Air Marshal.
Assigned to flight W271.
Special agent Cameron Vo.
Notice anything out of the ordinary?
I've been monitoring the passengers.
See that group of college students?
Kids from NYU? I just screened them.
They smuggled a bunch
of vodka shooters on board.
Illegally.
So you're saying they wrote
the threat on the mirror?
I wouldn't be surprised
if it was a prank.
No one else knows
you're law enforcement?
Just me, you, and the pilots.
Keep mingling with the passengers.
Maybe we'll get a jailhouse confession.
Anything you need.
Things that could indicate a bomb:
unusual sounds, wires,
vapors, mists, odors.
Hot items. Anything hidden.
Obviously suspicious. Not typical.
You find anything?
No. You?
Smitty found this in the bathroom trash.
Syringes can be used as tools
to ignite explosives.
What about the passengers?
Screening, including the flight crew.
So far, none had felonies
or obvious connections
to suspicious organizations,
but a U.S. air marshal
pointed out a group of college students.
He thinks they wrote
the threat on the mirror.
Cabin's all clear.
- False alarm?
- Not yet.
Run a chemical analysis on the syringe.
See if it contains acetone,
benzine, or hydrogen peroxide.
Got it.
Booked a, uh, a tour for the Acropolis.
He would've gotten bored.
He always does.
Was more of a "cage diving
with sharks" kind of guy.
Plane ride was the most time we
spent together since I was 13.
What's he do for work?
- He's a DEA agent.
- Really?
- Based out of where?
- The Netherlands.
Hi. I'm here to see Mike Kemp.
I'm family. His son.
Uh, spell it for me.
Kemp. K-E-M-P.
The American from the plane.
We don't have any patients
who were admitted under that name.
Paramedics brought him in
within the last hour.
No. Only ambulance patient
was a Moroccan having a baby.
Ambulance 43.
They take him to another hospital?
Moroccan ambulances don't
have registration numbers
on their vehicles, and there's
only one hospital in town.
Where the hell is my dad?
Look, he's athletic,
5'9", gray hair. Look.
He has to be here.
Forrester, hey. I could be way off here,
but my gut's telling me this whole thing
- was about something else.
- What happened?
The passenger who was having
a medical emergency
is a DEA agent and he never
showed up to the hospital.
I think we've got
a kidnapping on our hands.
I'm not finding any
combustible chemicals,
acetone, benzine, or hydrogen peroxide.
It's unlikely it was used for a bomb.
So the bomb threat was
deliberately faked
in order to divert the plane
and abduct this kid's dad?
Special agent Mike Kemp, 61.
Joined the DEA in 1982.
Disrupted the East Coast drug corridor
that runs from New York
to Boston to Toronto.
Transferred to The Hague,
Netherlands in 2011.
Okay, but who would be
dumb enough to kidnap
an American DEA agent in Morocco?
Mocro Mafia.
Powerful cartel.
Controls the drug trade in the EU.
Responsible for assassinations
in broad daylight.
Beheadings. That's just
the tip of the iceberg.
Hope that's not the case,
but the Netherlands
is the nerve center
for drug trafficking.
The cartel have been importing cocaine
and synthetic drugs through
Europe's harbors by the metric ton.
Why not abduct him in the Netherlands?
It seems one hell of a lot easier.
Because Morocco is their home turf.
The cartel is not gonna put
a target on their back
by abducting a DEA agent.
Unless the agent
is an existential threat
to their business.
Mike Kemp's been providing Europol
with Intel on their traffic operations,
which recently led the Dutch authorities
to three cocaine shipments
worth 170 million euros
that were intercepted
at the Rotterdam port.
If you can't control the ports,
you can't be Europe's prominent dealer.
I'll reach out to the DEA's
European regional director.
He'll have a better understanding
of the investigation
Kemp's spearheading.
He has a heart condition?
Wouldn't he have had regular
physicals to be in the DEA?
He was poisoned.
The syringe contains benzodiazepine,
a schedule four controlled substance
used for anesthesia
and procedural sedation.
He wasn't having cardiac issues.
- Any prints?
- Wiped clean.
I saw the paramedics give him
an injection on the tarmac,
but he collapsed on the plane.
A reversal agent would've
caused him to wake up.
Needle spiking is used to
administer date rape drugs,
but those effects wear off
in a few hours.
The fake paramedics were administering
another dose to keep him sedated.
I'll track down
the airport CCTV footage.
See if we can get a look at them
through the ambulance windshield.
Hold on. If the original dose
was administered on the plane,
that means our spiker's
still inside the hanger.
Seems pretty careless to
write "bomb" on the mirror
then toss the syringe in the trash.
The spiker must've thought
they'd be long gone
by the time someone figured
out Kemp was missing.
But how'd they get it through security?
- They'd have to declare it.
- I'll call TSA in New York.
Get a list of declared items.
I'll talk to the air marshal.
Maybe he was forwarded a list.
How long is this going to be?
This is draining.
Let me ask you a question.
Were you provided a list
of controlled substances
and restricted items declared to TSA?
Did you find a lead or a suspect?
You know I can't tell you that.
Could be more helpful if
your team just looped me in
- I just need the list.
- I'm not trying to interfere.
I'll go look through my bag.
I might have a hard copy.
You find my dad yet?
Not yet.
Maybe they killed him.
At Quantico,
I learned about
the importance of evidence.
It eliminates confusion.
Assumptions are dangerous
because they're made
when there's no proof.
Let's focus on the evidence, Tyler.
Did your dad communicate
directly with any of the passengers?
Just everyone.
Anyone who stood out? Seemed suspicious?
Oh, my God.
The bomb and the heart attack
was just to get to him?
When did he start having
his medical emergency?
After everyone started
freaking out about the bomb.
Did he eat anything? Drink anything?
We ate at the terminal
before the flight.
Chicken sandwich, some fries.
He had a beer.
- Nothing on the plane?
- No.
Let me see your phone.
In case the captors reach out?
When I was younger,
I overheard stories about Kiki Camarena,
the only DEA agent ever to be kidnapped.
Guadalajara Cartel, they, um
they interrogated him, beat him,
even brought in a doctor
to continue the torture.
I used to have nightmares
about my dad not coming home,
and now
Remember the evidence.
Yeah. Right.
Air Marshal Shaw gave me the
list of items declared at TSA.
Three passengers were allowed
syringes for diabetes.
Theo Vlachos, Erin Everett,
Marci Winston,
and David Boyd declared
a benzodiazepine.
Theo Vlachos, financial
advisor in Athens.
Erin Everett, psychiatrist from Albany.
Marci Winston, executive
based out of Brewster.
And David Boyd, oculoplastic surgeon.
Wait. Isn't that
The doctor who helped
Agent Kemp on the plane.
You provided medical
assistance to Mike Kemp.
Of course I did. Never
had that happen before.
"Is there a doctor in the house?"
Someone on the plane spiked
him with benzodiazepine,
and as it turns out,
you're the only passenger
who declared
a benzo prescription to TSA.
- What?
- You heard me.
- Xanax.
- I'm a nervous flier.
I take a pill to sleep on flights.
I I only had half.
Oh, wow. Okay.
Everything's making
a lot more sense now.
The guy's son thought he was
having a heart attack,
so I checked his vitals
before I put him on oxygen.
His pupils were dilated.
That's a common side effect of benzos.
Why didn't you say anything earlier?
I did. I told the paramedics.
Did anyone on the plane help
Mike besides you and his son?
One of the flight attendants, I think.
It was a very confusing situation.
People were panicked.
I don't think it's him.
Unless he's an Oscar-worthy actor.
- No. He seems legit.
- Record's clean.
No sign of malpractice,
and the spiker would've used
a benzo in liquid form, not pills.
Agent Kemp was away with the fairies.
You couldn't sedate someone
like that with Xanax,
even if it was dissolved
to make it injectable.
Vo, look into the flight attendant.
Already did, and witnesses confirmed
that he never used the rear lavatory.
I briefed Sergeant Fassi
on Agent Kemp's suspected abduction.
We're prepared to shut down
the borders if necessary.
Okay, what do we got so far
on airport cams?
Plates were reported stolen
two weeks ago.
Registered to a catering
company in Tétouan.
Faces were obscured by
the sun's reflection in the windshield.
Locating the ambulance
will be nearly impossible.
Northern Morocco doesn't have
public video surveillance
- like Casablanca.
- This feels like a broken web.
- What else do we got?
- Nothing on Tyler's phone.
How does a passenger working
for the Mocro Mafia
bypass security and
get a needle on a plane?
U.S. air marshals have the capability
to bypass security checks.
All right, I want to know
everything about this guy
financials, assets, flight assignments,
what kind of toilet paper
he uses to wipe his ass with.
There is a DEA director here
to see Agent Forrester.
Yeah.
What?
Nothing.
Rick Larson.
We spoke during Operation Trojan Shield.
I'm the DEA European regional director.
I remember you. It's nice to put
- a name to a face.
- Likewise.
I wish it wasn't under
these circumstances.
Tell me about it. What we know so far,
Agent Kemp was heavily sedated,
abducted by two men
posing as paramedics.
What we don't have is a clear motive.
I'm not gonna lie.
We're swimming in dark waters here.
If the Mocro Mafia is involved,
this isn't solely about
Agent Kemp's Intel
on the ports. It's about names.
Identities of undercover DEA agents.
Networks of CIs in Morocco and the EU.
Intelligence personnel,
key witnesses in the US.
A lot of lives will be at risk
if they put the wood to him.
But he's been trained
to withstand torture.
Every man has his breaking point.
What's an air marshal making 60K a year
doing with a brand-new fishing boat,
a $1.2 million house
And a vial of Versed,
a potent benzodiazepine.
I can explain the money.
My mom
sold some property in
Burlington last summer.
And as for the medication
- Really, it's not
- What it looks like?
It looks like you're facing
some serious prison time
for participating in
the kidnapping of a DEA agent.
No. No, that's not. Look, I can
If Mike Kemp is killed,
and he may already be dead,
you'll be charged with
conspiracy to commit
hostage taking resulting in murder.
And when you're convicted,
which you will be,
you will face the death penalty.
Or even worse, solitary confinement.
Where you'll be put
for the rest of your life
in a six by eight cell.
It'll be so loud.
You'll feel like you're living
inside a pinball machine.
So forget your fishing
and forget your house.
The highlight of your day
will be shooting trash
into your toilet bowl.
Wait.
I don't know anything about a DEA agent.
We know you drugged him.
I didn't drug the guy, I swear.
You have an empty vial
of Versed in your bag.
Do you know the name
Hassan Zazaar?
Leader of Mocro Mafia.
Been in hiding for years.
He's blackmailing me.
It's confirmed.
The Mocro Mafia is behind
Mike Kemp's abduction.
Hassan Zazaar, Moroccan citizen.
One of the most dangerous individuals
on Europol's most wanted list.
Made a name for himself
from execution-style murders.
Violence against prostitutes, torture.
In Morocco, he's untouchable.
My guess is he's been using
Shaw to bypass security,
transport illegal substances,
bribe TSA agents.
God knows what else.
I've tried to put the genie
back in the bottle for years.
The man knows where I live.
He knows what car I drive
What does this have to do
with the sedative?
If I filled the syringe
and put it in the overhead bin
above seat 32C,
I was promised this would be
my last job.
Now, that is all I know. I swear to God.
- Which passenger used it?
- I don't know.
- We are past that.
- A male passenger.
He opened the bin during the flight.
- Who?
- If I saw him, I would know.
Hey. Where you going?
Hey. Hey, will somebody please
tell me what is going on?
We found evidence linking
your dad's disappearance
to one of the passengers.
- To somebody in the hanger?
- Yeah.
We're gonna get this guy.
Find out what he knows.
Where are the passengers?
They've been allowed
to decamp for hotels, sir.
- Who said they can go?
- Airport security.
The replacement aircraft won't
be here for eight hours.
The passengers kept calling
the airline making complaints.
- When did this happen?
- Ten minutes ago.
Damn it, the U.S. was not consulted.
They're still coordinating transfers
outside the terminal, sir.
Do you see him?
Not here.
Maybe he's here.
FBI, stop!
- We need him alive.
- Stop.
Where's Mike Kemp?
Where is Mike Kemp?
A DEA agent has gone missing.
You're gonna tell me where he is,
or we can do this the hard way.
"He who speaks, dies".
I roll on the people I work for,
they gonna kill me
and they kill my family.
I can give you Uncle Sam's protection.
You don't know with
whom you deal with, do you?
I've seen them drench men in petrol.
Poof. Toss a match,
and laughing when they're all burned.
Next time when you see Agent Kemp,
you will dig his bones
out of the Zagora Desert.
He's stonewalling us.
Well, we can't keep kicking
the can down the road.
You heard what he said.
If it's names the cartel wants,
they will have no problem
putting Mike Kemp
through hell and back
until they break him.
What do we have on Aziz Harit?
Ran his headshot through
Europol's SIENA platform.
Did three months at Bourkaiz Prison.
- Pickpocketing.
- What else?
Been married eight years.
Has two young sons.
Asim and Ayan.
Owns a single-family residence in Fes.
Could be where they took Kemp.
Fes is known as a wasp's nest
crawling with Mocro Mafia.
But too many police checkpoints
to risk transporting
such a high-profile prisoner
all the way from the airport.
I told you, I'm not talking.
Where you taking me?
Stop. Where you taking me? Stop!
Stop. Where you taking me?
Why are we here?
Agent Forrester
is parked outside your house
on Ismailia.
And if you give me
Agent Kemp's location,
he'll put your wife and kids
under the United States
witness protection program.
You'll never see them again,
but that's the price you'll pay
if you want them to have a better life.
Or
I let you out of the car,
right here in the middle of Fes.
And word will spread that you cooperated
with the Sureté Nationale.
I won't have to lay a finger on you
'cause your boss, Hassan Zazaar,
will do it for me.
So I'll ask you again.
This is your last chance.
Where is Mike Kemp?
Hey, stop. No. No.
Stop. Hey. Stop!
No, no.
Stop. Okay, I will take the offer.
Close the door. Close it!
I'm waiting.
Okay.
Do you know what a destroyer is?
An abandoned building where cartels
take people to get what they want.
Mocro Mafia have one in El Ensanche.
Across from the pharmacy on Zerktouni.
If Agent Kemp's still alive,
that's where you'll find him.
Ambulance behind the gate. Number 43.
Copy.
All clear.
Move in.
- Cover.
- Go.
Charges set.
It's not him.
Do you speak English?
Yeah. Sorry.
Please forgive me.
- We had no money.
- Forgive you for what?
My brothers and I,
we did what we had to do to survive.
Started growing hashish.
But when my boss found out,
my brothers sold the product
to someone else.
He brought me to this place
and forced me to tell him everything.
- Have you seen this man?
- Yes. Here.
- 20 minutes ago.
- Where's he now?
I heard them talking.
They're transporting him
to one of Hassan Zazaar's
hideouts in Tamorot.
That's in the Rif region. No man's land.
It's difficult to access. I won't
even send my men there.
If we move, we can take him in transit.
Yes, there's only one road
in and out of Tamorot.
What's the fastest vehicles
you have in the fleet?
You're approaching two SUVs
heading toward a tunnel
at the five-kilometer marker.
Any idea which one he's in?
Can't say for sure.
Lights off. Do not pit the vehicles.
Copy that. I'll take the access road.
Approach the tunnel from the north.
FBI, step out of the vehicle!
Show us your hands!
Drop the gun. Drop it.
Out of the car!
Kemp's not in the lead vehicle.
He's not here.
Mike.
Agent Kemp is in U.S. custody.
Your dad's doing fine.
The nurse said he's been
asking for you all morning.
You can go see him now.
Tyler,
it's okay.
You can see him.
It was my idea to go
on this stupid trip.
I guarantee you, that's the last thing
on his mind right now.
How do you know that?
'Cause you don't need evidence
to prove a man wants to see his son.
Hassan Zazaar always managed
to fly under the DEA's radar.
Well, his poor business
decision turned on
the entire United States
intelligence community
the FBI, the NSA, the CIA.
There's not a rock he can hide under.
Tyler?
Hey. I'm so sorry.
Hey, it's okay, buddy.
Everything's gonna be okay. I promise.
I should've known you weren't
having a heart attack.
I mean, my dad phased by a bomb?
Just got off the phone with DOD.
I'm sending you both home on
a military jet as a precaution.
What about Athens?
I mean, we don't have to do any tours.
We can just get a hotel,
get room service,
- whatever you want to do.
- No.
No, I think the vacation's over, buddy.
We're going home.
You want to go back to the Netherlands?
No. Home-home.
I put in for a transfer to New York.
Which was approved.
Yeah, I sacrificed enough time
away from you and our family.
I'm not gonna let another 12 years pass
watching your life on my phone screen.
Yup. Oh, yeah. Of course.
Jamie, just, uh, yeah.
Just give me a second.
Is there something
Hey.
Where you going?
It just seems like
you got a lot going on.
No. No, no, no.
This is my sister Vera.
We had a little disagreement
over the recipe.
- Nice to meet you, Jamie.
- Hi.
This guy can't cook to save his life.
- Bye. See you tomorrow.
- Mm-hmm.
Bye.
- Come in.
- Thanks.
As it turns out, I cannot cook
or bake with one hand.
Thank you.
Uh, my sister insisted on her recipe,
which would have been
a candle wax version,
as you described it.
Come on. Tell me how I did.
On a scale of one to ten.
Hmm.
Oh, my God. Did I
I'm kidding.
Light and fluffy.
A rich glaze.
I give it a solid 11 for effort.
Nice. It's a good thing we
have more in the kitchen then.
Mm.
Mm. Looks good.
So what do you miss most about New York?
Mm.
I'd trade my right pinky for a doughnut.
A real one.
Not the Hungarian kind
made of candle wax.
Why does every American
who works in law enforcement
have this obsession with doughnuts?
Oh, you're about to get
some Kellett-pedia.
- Can you handle it?
- Sure. Fire away.
- During World War II
- Oh, God.
Graveyard shift cops worked long hours.
Nothing but sack lunches,
maybe the rare 24-hour diner,
- and
- Doughnut shops.
Always cheap. Always convenient.
And how do you know this?
My grandfather was a deputy inspector,
66th precinct, Brooklyn.
So law enforcement is in your blood.
Mm-hmm.
Do you have any, uh,
dinner plans Friday night?
Thinking about doing some
traditional cooking.
- My place.
- I'd like that.
You gonna be able
to manage with one hand?
Sure. I'll figure it out.
Uh, one more thing.
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
And gimme your love ♪
Won't you pick me, baby ♪
Please 'cause I need to get it ♪
Won't you pick me, baby ♪
Please 'cause I need to get it ♪
Gimme your love ♪
- Oh, God.
- What?
You got that look on your face
like you want to have a heart-to-heart.
Maybe.
Your graduation.
I had a chat with your mom.
She said you were upset
that I missed it.
You mind if we talk about
this after we land?
Sure. Yeah.
Sorry. Thanks.
Oh, my God.
Ma'am, please fill out
your customs forms
before we reach Athens. Thank you.
Sir, please fill out the customs forms.
Um, excuse me, sir.
The mirror in the lavatory.
There's a bomb.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
- Did she say a bomb?
- Head back to your seat
and put on your seat belt. Thank you.
Did she seriously say there's a bomb?
Attention please.
Captain has turned on
the seat belt sign.
All passengers need to return
to their seats immediately.
Thank you.
This is your pilot.
Please prepare for an emergency landing.
There's a bomb on the plane.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
Hey, Dad. What's wrong?
You okay?
Dad?
Dad!
- What do we got?
- A commercial aircraft
received a bomb threat in route
from New York to Athens.
- How many Americans?
- 110.
Jetstream flight W271.
The plane was in Moroccan airspace.
The pilot declared an emergency
and contacted local air traffic control.
Two jets from the royal
Moroccan air force
diverted them to a remote air
strip just outside of Tangier.
Any reason to believe
the threat's legitimate?
The DOJ wants us on the ground
given the recent death
of Ayman Al-Zahid.
The second emir of Al-Qaeda.
Since he was killed
in the US drone strike,
there might be reciprocation.
Europol has a counterterrorism
cooperation agreement with Morocco.
The Madrid bombings necessitated
a stronger relationship
when Moroccan citizens
were linked to the attacks.
Every minute counts. Let's move.
Sergeant Ahmed Fassi. Sureté Nationale.
Special agent Scott Forrester.
This is agent Vo, Kellett, Raines, FBI.
FO Megan Garretson, Europol.
The passengers are
being moved to a hanger
and the bomb squad is searching
the cabin for explosives.
I don't understand. Let me go with him!
- Let me go.
- You can't come.
What happened? FBI.
Passenger had heart failure
and collapsed.
I applied CPR on the plane,
so he stabilized.
But he, uh, still hasn't
regain consciousness.
- Are you a doctor?
- Yes, sir.
David Boyd. I work at
Hendry County Medical.
Well, I'm glad you were there.
I'm happy to help. I hope he makes it.
You guys are FBI from America?
- We are.
- They won't let me go
with my dad to the hospital.
That's because everyone
who was on the plane
needs to be screened.
What's your name, son?
- Tyler. Tyler Kemp.
- Hold on one second.
I can have one of my agents take him.
- If that's okay.
- That's all right.
Moroccan authorities have
agreed to let you drive Tyler,
if you do not let him out of your sight.
- On it.
- Hospital Crochet Blanco.
We'll need your passport and backpack.
Passport's in the front pouch.
All right, Smitty and I will
help with explosive detection.
- Kellett, baggage inspection.
- I'll screen the passengers.
I want photos of every passenger
and crew member on the manifest.
Hanger two.
My team has already set up
a private security office
for your team
laptops, emergency kits,
whatever you need,
- you just let us know.
- Great.
We conducted a threat assessment.
Moved passengers away from
potential hazards.
Divided individual areas
into search levels.
Any idea what we're looking for?
Description of the explosive
device is unknown.
Our primary areas of concern
are the passengers seating
portion over the fuel cells,
carry-on luggage, and
the baggage compartment.
And during our visual scan
of the aircraft,
we found this.
Huh.
Keep an eye out for red window markers,
the kind used to write on cars
at college football games.
Copy that.
You ever hear of the Underwear Bomber?
I don't believe so. No.
2009, Christmas Day.
Nigerian terrorist
attempted to blow up a plane
using a syringe that contained
a combustible chemical.
Tried to detonate
a non-metallic explosive
taped inside his underwear.
Al-Qaeda claimed
responsibility for the attack.
Nobody leaves the hanger
until the passengers
are cleaner than a Safeway chicken.
We had to wait on a plane with a bomb
for four hours and now this?
Ma'am, would you like to
reach your destination safely,
or would you like to spend
another four hours
at a police station,
because I can arrange that.
And look at the camera.
You really told her.
I refuse to put up with prissy women.
I've worked plenty of bomb threats.
Prissy passengers tend to be
the least of our concerns.
Believe me.
Glenn Shaw, U.S. Air Marshal.
Assigned to flight W271.
Special agent Cameron Vo.
Notice anything out of the ordinary?
I've been monitoring the passengers.
See that group of college students?
Kids from NYU? I just screened them.
They smuggled a bunch
of vodka shooters on board.
Illegally.
So you're saying they wrote
the threat on the mirror?
I wouldn't be surprised
if it was a prank.
No one else knows
you're law enforcement?
Just me, you, and the pilots.
Keep mingling with the passengers.
Maybe we'll get a jailhouse confession.
Anything you need.
Things that could indicate a bomb:
unusual sounds, wires,
vapors, mists, odors.
Hot items. Anything hidden.
Obviously suspicious. Not typical.
You find anything?
No. You?
Smitty found this in the bathroom trash.
Syringes can be used as tools
to ignite explosives.
What about the passengers?
Screening, including the flight crew.
So far, none had felonies
or obvious connections
to suspicious organizations,
but a U.S. air marshal
pointed out a group of college students.
He thinks they wrote
the threat on the mirror.
Cabin's all clear.
- False alarm?
- Not yet.
Run a chemical analysis on the syringe.
See if it contains acetone,
benzine, or hydrogen peroxide.
Got it.
Booked a, uh, a tour for the Acropolis.
He would've gotten bored.
He always does.
Was more of a "cage diving
with sharks" kind of guy.
Plane ride was the most time we
spent together since I was 13.
What's he do for work?
- He's a DEA agent.
- Really?
- Based out of where?
- The Netherlands.
Hi. I'm here to see Mike Kemp.
I'm family. His son.
Uh, spell it for me.
Kemp. K-E-M-P.
The American from the plane.
We don't have any patients
who were admitted under that name.
Paramedics brought him in
within the last hour.
No. Only ambulance patient
was a Moroccan having a baby.
Ambulance 43.
They take him to another hospital?
Moroccan ambulances don't
have registration numbers
on their vehicles, and there's
only one hospital in town.
Where the hell is my dad?
Look, he's athletic,
5'9", gray hair. Look.
He has to be here.
Forrester, hey. I could be way off here,
but my gut's telling me this whole thing
- was about something else.
- What happened?
The passenger who was having
a medical emergency
is a DEA agent and he never
showed up to the hospital.
I think we've got
a kidnapping on our hands.
I'm not finding any
combustible chemicals,
acetone, benzine, or hydrogen peroxide.
It's unlikely it was used for a bomb.
So the bomb threat was
deliberately faked
in order to divert the plane
and abduct this kid's dad?
Special agent Mike Kemp, 61.
Joined the DEA in 1982.
Disrupted the East Coast drug corridor
that runs from New York
to Boston to Toronto.
Transferred to The Hague,
Netherlands in 2011.
Okay, but who would be
dumb enough to kidnap
an American DEA agent in Morocco?
Mocro Mafia.
Powerful cartel.
Controls the drug trade in the EU.
Responsible for assassinations
in broad daylight.
Beheadings. That's just
the tip of the iceberg.
Hope that's not the case,
but the Netherlands
is the nerve center
for drug trafficking.
The cartel have been importing cocaine
and synthetic drugs through
Europe's harbors by the metric ton.
Why not abduct him in the Netherlands?
It seems one hell of a lot easier.
Because Morocco is their home turf.
The cartel is not gonna put
a target on their back
by abducting a DEA agent.
Unless the agent
is an existential threat
to their business.
Mike Kemp's been providing Europol
with Intel on their traffic operations,
which recently led the Dutch authorities
to three cocaine shipments
worth 170 million euros
that were intercepted
at the Rotterdam port.
If you can't control the ports,
you can't be Europe's prominent dealer.
I'll reach out to the DEA's
European regional director.
He'll have a better understanding
of the investigation
Kemp's spearheading.
He has a heart condition?
Wouldn't he have had regular
physicals to be in the DEA?
He was poisoned.
The syringe contains benzodiazepine,
a schedule four controlled substance
used for anesthesia
and procedural sedation.
He wasn't having cardiac issues.
- Any prints?
- Wiped clean.
I saw the paramedics give him
an injection on the tarmac,
but he collapsed on the plane.
A reversal agent would've
caused him to wake up.
Needle spiking is used to
administer date rape drugs,
but those effects wear off
in a few hours.
The fake paramedics were administering
another dose to keep him sedated.
I'll track down
the airport CCTV footage.
See if we can get a look at them
through the ambulance windshield.
Hold on. If the original dose
was administered on the plane,
that means our spiker's
still inside the hanger.
Seems pretty careless to
write "bomb" on the mirror
then toss the syringe in the trash.
The spiker must've thought
they'd be long gone
by the time someone figured
out Kemp was missing.
But how'd they get it through security?
- They'd have to declare it.
- I'll call TSA in New York.
Get a list of declared items.
I'll talk to the air marshal.
Maybe he was forwarded a list.
How long is this going to be?
This is draining.
Let me ask you a question.
Were you provided a list
of controlled substances
and restricted items declared to TSA?
Did you find a lead or a suspect?
You know I can't tell you that.
Could be more helpful if
your team just looped me in
- I just need the list.
- I'm not trying to interfere.
I'll go look through my bag.
I might have a hard copy.
You find my dad yet?
Not yet.
Maybe they killed him.
At Quantico,
I learned about
the importance of evidence.
It eliminates confusion.
Assumptions are dangerous
because they're made
when there's no proof.
Let's focus on the evidence, Tyler.
Did your dad communicate
directly with any of the passengers?
Just everyone.
Anyone who stood out? Seemed suspicious?
Oh, my God.
The bomb and the heart attack
was just to get to him?
When did he start having
his medical emergency?
After everyone started
freaking out about the bomb.
Did he eat anything? Drink anything?
We ate at the terminal
before the flight.
Chicken sandwich, some fries.
He had a beer.
- Nothing on the plane?
- No.
Let me see your phone.
In case the captors reach out?
When I was younger,
I overheard stories about Kiki Camarena,
the only DEA agent ever to be kidnapped.
Guadalajara Cartel, they, um
they interrogated him, beat him,
even brought in a doctor
to continue the torture.
I used to have nightmares
about my dad not coming home,
and now
Remember the evidence.
Yeah. Right.
Air Marshal Shaw gave me the
list of items declared at TSA.
Three passengers were allowed
syringes for diabetes.
Theo Vlachos, Erin Everett,
Marci Winston,
and David Boyd declared
a benzodiazepine.
Theo Vlachos, financial
advisor in Athens.
Erin Everett, psychiatrist from Albany.
Marci Winston, executive
based out of Brewster.
And David Boyd, oculoplastic surgeon.
Wait. Isn't that
The doctor who helped
Agent Kemp on the plane.
You provided medical
assistance to Mike Kemp.
Of course I did. Never
had that happen before.
"Is there a doctor in the house?"
Someone on the plane spiked
him with benzodiazepine,
and as it turns out,
you're the only passenger
who declared
a benzo prescription to TSA.
- What?
- You heard me.
- Xanax.
- I'm a nervous flier.
I take a pill to sleep on flights.
I I only had half.
Oh, wow. Okay.
Everything's making
a lot more sense now.
The guy's son thought he was
having a heart attack,
so I checked his vitals
before I put him on oxygen.
His pupils were dilated.
That's a common side effect of benzos.
Why didn't you say anything earlier?
I did. I told the paramedics.
Did anyone on the plane help
Mike besides you and his son?
One of the flight attendants, I think.
It was a very confusing situation.
People were panicked.
I don't think it's him.
Unless he's an Oscar-worthy actor.
- No. He seems legit.
- Record's clean.
No sign of malpractice,
and the spiker would've used
a benzo in liquid form, not pills.
Agent Kemp was away with the fairies.
You couldn't sedate someone
like that with Xanax,
even if it was dissolved
to make it injectable.
Vo, look into the flight attendant.
Already did, and witnesses confirmed
that he never used the rear lavatory.
I briefed Sergeant Fassi
on Agent Kemp's suspected abduction.
We're prepared to shut down
the borders if necessary.
Okay, what do we got so far
on airport cams?
Plates were reported stolen
two weeks ago.
Registered to a catering
company in Tétouan.
Faces were obscured by
the sun's reflection in the windshield.
Locating the ambulance
will be nearly impossible.
Northern Morocco doesn't have
public video surveillance
- like Casablanca.
- This feels like a broken web.
- What else do we got?
- Nothing on Tyler's phone.
How does a passenger working
for the Mocro Mafia
bypass security and
get a needle on a plane?
U.S. air marshals have the capability
to bypass security checks.
All right, I want to know
everything about this guy
financials, assets, flight assignments,
what kind of toilet paper
he uses to wipe his ass with.
There is a DEA director here
to see Agent Forrester.
Yeah.
What?
Nothing.
Rick Larson.
We spoke during Operation Trojan Shield.
I'm the DEA European regional director.
I remember you. It's nice to put
- a name to a face.
- Likewise.
I wish it wasn't under
these circumstances.
Tell me about it. What we know so far,
Agent Kemp was heavily sedated,
abducted by two men
posing as paramedics.
What we don't have is a clear motive.
I'm not gonna lie.
We're swimming in dark waters here.
If the Mocro Mafia is involved,
this isn't solely about
Agent Kemp's Intel
on the ports. It's about names.
Identities of undercover DEA agents.
Networks of CIs in Morocco and the EU.
Intelligence personnel,
key witnesses in the US.
A lot of lives will be at risk
if they put the wood to him.
But he's been trained
to withstand torture.
Every man has his breaking point.
What's an air marshal making 60K a year
doing with a brand-new fishing boat,
a $1.2 million house
And a vial of Versed,
a potent benzodiazepine.
I can explain the money.
My mom
sold some property in
Burlington last summer.
And as for the medication
- Really, it's not
- What it looks like?
It looks like you're facing
some serious prison time
for participating in
the kidnapping of a DEA agent.
No. No, that's not. Look, I can
If Mike Kemp is killed,
and he may already be dead,
you'll be charged with
conspiracy to commit
hostage taking resulting in murder.
And when you're convicted,
which you will be,
you will face the death penalty.
Or even worse, solitary confinement.
Where you'll be put
for the rest of your life
in a six by eight cell.
It'll be so loud.
You'll feel like you're living
inside a pinball machine.
So forget your fishing
and forget your house.
The highlight of your day
will be shooting trash
into your toilet bowl.
Wait.
I don't know anything about a DEA agent.
We know you drugged him.
I didn't drug the guy, I swear.
You have an empty vial
of Versed in your bag.
Do you know the name
Hassan Zazaar?
Leader of Mocro Mafia.
Been in hiding for years.
He's blackmailing me.
It's confirmed.
The Mocro Mafia is behind
Mike Kemp's abduction.
Hassan Zazaar, Moroccan citizen.
One of the most dangerous individuals
on Europol's most wanted list.
Made a name for himself
from execution-style murders.
Violence against prostitutes, torture.
In Morocco, he's untouchable.
My guess is he's been using
Shaw to bypass security,
transport illegal substances,
bribe TSA agents.
God knows what else.
I've tried to put the genie
back in the bottle for years.
The man knows where I live.
He knows what car I drive
What does this have to do
with the sedative?
If I filled the syringe
and put it in the overhead bin
above seat 32C,
I was promised this would be
my last job.
Now, that is all I know. I swear to God.
- Which passenger used it?
- I don't know.
- We are past that.
- A male passenger.
He opened the bin during the flight.
- Who?
- If I saw him, I would know.
Hey. Where you going?
Hey. Hey, will somebody please
tell me what is going on?
We found evidence linking
your dad's disappearance
to one of the passengers.
- To somebody in the hanger?
- Yeah.
We're gonna get this guy.
Find out what he knows.
Where are the passengers?
They've been allowed
to decamp for hotels, sir.
- Who said they can go?
- Airport security.
The replacement aircraft won't
be here for eight hours.
The passengers kept calling
the airline making complaints.
- When did this happen?
- Ten minutes ago.
Damn it, the U.S. was not consulted.
They're still coordinating transfers
outside the terminal, sir.
Do you see him?
Not here.
Maybe he's here.
FBI, stop!
- We need him alive.
- Stop.
Where's Mike Kemp?
Where is Mike Kemp?
A DEA agent has gone missing.
You're gonna tell me where he is,
or we can do this the hard way.
"He who speaks, dies".
I roll on the people I work for,
they gonna kill me
and they kill my family.
I can give you Uncle Sam's protection.
You don't know with
whom you deal with, do you?
I've seen them drench men in petrol.
Poof. Toss a match,
and laughing when they're all burned.
Next time when you see Agent Kemp,
you will dig his bones
out of the Zagora Desert.
He's stonewalling us.
Well, we can't keep kicking
the can down the road.
You heard what he said.
If it's names the cartel wants,
they will have no problem
putting Mike Kemp
through hell and back
until they break him.
What do we have on Aziz Harit?
Ran his headshot through
Europol's SIENA platform.
Did three months at Bourkaiz Prison.
- Pickpocketing.
- What else?
Been married eight years.
Has two young sons.
Asim and Ayan.
Owns a single-family residence in Fes.
Could be where they took Kemp.
Fes is known as a wasp's nest
crawling with Mocro Mafia.
But too many police checkpoints
to risk transporting
such a high-profile prisoner
all the way from the airport.
I told you, I'm not talking.
Where you taking me?
Stop. Where you taking me? Stop!
Stop. Where you taking me?
Why are we here?
Agent Forrester
is parked outside your house
on Ismailia.
And if you give me
Agent Kemp's location,
he'll put your wife and kids
under the United States
witness protection program.
You'll never see them again,
but that's the price you'll pay
if you want them to have a better life.
Or
I let you out of the car,
right here in the middle of Fes.
And word will spread that you cooperated
with the Sureté Nationale.
I won't have to lay a finger on you
'cause your boss, Hassan Zazaar,
will do it for me.
So I'll ask you again.
This is your last chance.
Where is Mike Kemp?
Hey, stop. No. No.
Stop. Hey. Stop!
No, no.
Stop. Okay, I will take the offer.
Close the door. Close it!
I'm waiting.
Okay.
Do you know what a destroyer is?
An abandoned building where cartels
take people to get what they want.
Mocro Mafia have one in El Ensanche.
Across from the pharmacy on Zerktouni.
If Agent Kemp's still alive,
that's where you'll find him.
Ambulance behind the gate. Number 43.
Copy.
All clear.
Move in.
- Cover.
- Go.
Charges set.
It's not him.
Do you speak English?
Yeah. Sorry.
Please forgive me.
- We had no money.
- Forgive you for what?
My brothers and I,
we did what we had to do to survive.
Started growing hashish.
But when my boss found out,
my brothers sold the product
to someone else.
He brought me to this place
and forced me to tell him everything.
- Have you seen this man?
- Yes. Here.
- 20 minutes ago.
- Where's he now?
I heard them talking.
They're transporting him
to one of Hassan Zazaar's
hideouts in Tamorot.
That's in the Rif region. No man's land.
It's difficult to access. I won't
even send my men there.
If we move, we can take him in transit.
Yes, there's only one road
in and out of Tamorot.
What's the fastest vehicles
you have in the fleet?
You're approaching two SUVs
heading toward a tunnel
at the five-kilometer marker.
Any idea which one he's in?
Can't say for sure.
Lights off. Do not pit the vehicles.
Copy that. I'll take the access road.
Approach the tunnel from the north.
FBI, step out of the vehicle!
Show us your hands!
Drop the gun. Drop it.
Out of the car!
Kemp's not in the lead vehicle.
He's not here.
Mike.
Agent Kemp is in U.S. custody.
Your dad's doing fine.
The nurse said he's been
asking for you all morning.
You can go see him now.
Tyler,
it's okay.
You can see him.
It was my idea to go
on this stupid trip.
I guarantee you, that's the last thing
on his mind right now.
How do you know that?
'Cause you don't need evidence
to prove a man wants to see his son.
Hassan Zazaar always managed
to fly under the DEA's radar.
Well, his poor business
decision turned on
the entire United States
intelligence community
the FBI, the NSA, the CIA.
There's not a rock he can hide under.
Tyler?
Hey. I'm so sorry.
Hey, it's okay, buddy.
Everything's gonna be okay. I promise.
I should've known you weren't
having a heart attack.
I mean, my dad phased by a bomb?
Just got off the phone with DOD.
I'm sending you both home on
a military jet as a precaution.
What about Athens?
I mean, we don't have to do any tours.
We can just get a hotel,
get room service,
- whatever you want to do.
- No.
No, I think the vacation's over, buddy.
We're going home.
You want to go back to the Netherlands?
No. Home-home.
I put in for a transfer to New York.
Which was approved.
Yeah, I sacrificed enough time
away from you and our family.
I'm not gonna let another 12 years pass
watching your life on my phone screen.
Yup. Oh, yeah. Of course.
Jamie, just, uh, yeah.
Just give me a second.
Is there something
Hey.
Where you going?
It just seems like
you got a lot going on.
No. No, no, no.
This is my sister Vera.
We had a little disagreement
over the recipe.
- Nice to meet you, Jamie.
- Hi.
This guy can't cook to save his life.
- Bye. See you tomorrow.
- Mm-hmm.
Bye.
- Come in.
- Thanks.
As it turns out, I cannot cook
or bake with one hand.
Thank you.
Uh, my sister insisted on her recipe,
which would have been
a candle wax version,
as you described it.
Come on. Tell me how I did.
On a scale of one to ten.
Hmm.
Oh, my God. Did I
I'm kidding.
Light and fluffy.
A rich glaze.
I give it a solid 11 for effort.
Nice. It's a good thing we
have more in the kitchen then.
Mm.