Hey.
You're out early this morning, Becca.
No, husband, no kid,
at least not till tomorrow.
Next stop...Bubble bath.
Thank you.
Basic geometry, pal.
It may not be possible.
It has to be.
What's our rule?
Carry-on only. No checked luggage.
Mm-hmm.
Dad, I don't want to leave the ball.
It's signed by Zidane.
Then leave the teapot.
The teapot's for mom.
Okay.
You pack the teapot. I'll carry the ball.
Hi, babe.
Let me guess... Finishing your run?
Well, you know I like my routine.
- Plus running gives me time to think. - About what?
How much you're missing us?
Well, there's always that...
And I was also thinking about, uh,
maybe adding one more to us.
Are you saying this just for me?
Nope.
I'm ready.
I'm ready to start trying.
Okay, great.
So hurry home. We got some work to do.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Dad, my turn.
I'm sensing that your son wants to talk to you,
although he's being awfully subtle about it.
Just get to the mushy part already.
I love you, Becca.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
Safe flight.
Hi, mom.
Hi, sweetheart.
- How's Vienna? - It's okay.
Dad dragged me to some stupid bridge
and got all weird about it.
Mushy, huh?
Totally.
That's where your dad and I met, babe.
Hey, Mikey. I forgot your ball.
Will you run inside?
So, mom, we were at the Milano game,
and guess who was sitting two rows back.
I have no idea.
He's only the greatest soccer player in the world.
Well, unfortunately, that doesn't mean anything to me.
- Michael? - Daddy!
Michael!
Daddy!
Michael, talk to me!
Baby!
Hey!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, my God.
That did not just happen.
Michael Winstone!
You brat!
I win!
It's the first time I've ever beat you.
Congratulations.
Thank you. Thank you.
Gloat for 20 seconds? No.
Five? Bad manners.
Okay.
Oh, you stinker.
Hoo-ee!
I need to tell you something.
Those are words every mother lives to hear.
I applied to a summer architecture program.
I got accepted.
Good for you.
That is fantastic, sweetheart.
It's in Rome.
That's why I didn't tell you.
You assumed I'd say no.
I'm very proud of you.
Just... you're gonna say no.
I need more information.
I don't need you to protect me anymore, mom.
I'll always protect you, Michael. It's my job.
Do you promise me you'll consider it?
I'll think about it.
You'll think about considering it?
It's a start.
Okay.
Oh.
Thank you for bringing him home, Martin.
Whatever you need. Anything. You know that.
Mom?
Mom. Mom. What?
I'm letting you go to Rome.
I can get a little mushy if I want. I made you something.
Okay.
This is your university.
This is your dorm.
I've marked the most direct route from both
to the American embassy. The numbers are on the back.
Mary gave me a pamphlet about S.T.D.S.
Let's just live forever as if you didn't tell me that.
I made you something...
For... us, I mean.
Is that a swear word?
It's code. 23 is my Jersey number,
5 because the heart is the fifth largest organ in the body,
"@w" followed by the symbol for prime.
You're the head of the household.
You're Winstone prime.
So altogether, it means I love you.
And you couldn't just text "I love you"?
Not around my friends.
Winstone prime...I like that.
# hold on to me #
# don't you, don't you let go #
# you've been #
# here all my life #
# whoa, whoa, whoa #
# hold on #
# to me #
# don't you, don't you let go #
# you've been #
# here all my life #
Do I look like a chair to you?
- That depends. - Chippendale or folding?
Apparently, Phil thinks I'm a piece of the furniture,
you know, the kind that you put in the corner
and you forget about
until you need something to set your hot dog on?
Phil sets hot dogs on you?
Not in weeks, honey.
Hello, lover boy.
Yes. Your mom doesn't wanna talk to you.
She says you call entirely too much.
No.
Hold on, sweetheart.
- We want to see your beautiful face! - Hi!
- Look. - Hi, Michael!
Where are you?
I'm at a friend's apartment.
Look what you can see.
The Trevi Fountain, right?
Yeah, and check this out.
Sto studiando sodo.
What does that mean?
I'm studying very hard.
I gotta go, mom. I'll call you tomorrow.
- Okay, sweetheart. I love you. - Bye, Michael.
I love you, too.
Mm. Did you really give him a pamphlet on S.T.D.S?
Honey, he is in Europe.
# eyes wide open #
# alive, frozen #
# rushing inside #
# the colors #
# come back to me #
# don't you, don't you let go #
# tell me it's not #
# too late #
- Hey, it's Michael. - Leave a message.
Hey, sweetheart, it's mom. I haven't heard from you
in a few days, and I'm starting to get worried,
so would you just give me a call back
or send me a text, at least let me know you're all right?
Okay. I love you. Bye.
It wasn't like he made a big deal out of it,
you know, I just... I reached for his hand,
and he just moved it.
Becca.
I haven't heard from him in almost a week.
Nothing. Not even a text.
Honey...
He is 18,
in Rome, on his own for the first time.
He is probably up to his neck in Italian p...
Pizza.
Okay. All better.
Thank God. I thought I was gonna have to share my Xanax.
Hi, baby!
This is she.
What? When?
No, of course I understand.
Thank you for letting me know.
What? What?
Michael moved out of his dorm two weeks ago,
and nobody knows where he went.
He missed three lectures,
and they've kicked him out of his program.
That's not like Michael.
It's not.
Something's happened to my son.
What is your purpose in Rome?
I'm here to visit my son.
Look what you can see.
The Trevi Fountain, right?
Michael?
You have reached the il rapace nightclub.
We are open from 9:00 pm to 4:00 am. Grazie.
Where are you?
Michael?
You promised you'd never call me again.
I know.
And yet, here you are.
I didn't have a choice, Giancarlo. My son is missing.
How can I help?
Do you know this man?
Yeah, I know him.
Becca, he was a former S.I.S.D.E. Agent.
Italian intelligence?
He left four years ago.
No one knows who he's been working for since.
Can you find out?
We've been trying. The guy's a ghost.
So I just killed the only lead I had to Michael?
Hey. You did what you had to do.
In two hours, every intelligence service in Europe
will be looking for you.
Including Interpol.
I've already found you.
Thank you.
Yeah.
We've I.D.'D Becca Winstone. Is she one of ours or not?
When's H.Q. Getting back with an answer?
Good. What did they say? Line secure.
Retired? What do you mean, retired?
You better have everything there is on her before I get there,
and I'm 10 feet from the door.
For how long? No, I don't buy it.
No one who's been retired for ten years
can take a man out like that.
If she hasn't been working for us,
she's been working for someone. Hold on.
Well, how would I know? The...The Russians...
Private security, take your pick.
And what's an ex-operative doing killing a S.I.S.D.E. Agent?
Can anyone answer me that?
Fitzpatrick, what are our inferences? Go.
Rebecca Winstone... Active 1989 to 2001.
She was trained by Martin Newman, one of his last.
- Seems like they were close back then. - Lovers?
No, all indications are he was more like a father figure.
What about real family?
Child... Michael, husband... Paul Winstone.
Husband was also agency. Senior to her by five years.
K.I.A. August 2001.
Killed by Russian intel in a car bombing.
Legend given out is it was terrorists... Neo-fascists...
And he was a random civilian.
And then she quits. Convenient.
She accepted a full benefits package upon retirement.
But the truth is, she wasn't much of an agent.
There's hardly anything in her file.
Those are the ones we gotta look out for.
The thinner the file, the better the agent.
Now what's this P.F.A.? Some kind of foreign political group?
Sir, that's the parent-faculty association.
She's basically spent the past ten years
on the P.T.A. And as a scout leader.
I was a boy scout.
Den mothers do not kill ex-S.I.S.D.E. assassins.
I want Becca Winstone in my office
before this coffee gets cold.
Mikey?
Mikey? Is that you?
No, it's his mother.
I think you dialed the wrong number.
You're going with that?
I have two minutes.
Where is he?
How would I know? Come on.
The night before he disappeared, two people slept in his bed,
and I bet one of 'em was you.
That makes you the last person to have seen him.
So?
So did he tell you he was worried about anything?
Did he seem nervous for some reason?
Listen. Tell me what happened.
Last Thursday, right, was the time...
Are you kidding me? What are you doing?
You're a beautiful girl with a life ahead of you.
Thursday.
In the middle of breakfast,
he told me he was out of milk
and went to the corner store.
When he hadn't come back... Two hours later, maybe...
I don't know what to think.
But what can I do?
He turned out to be just like all the other American boys.
They get you in bed and then...
Go and find another Italian girl to play with.
No.
Not Michael.
He wouldn't do that.
Is there anything else you can tell me?
Where did he like to hang out? Anyone who might have seen him?
He... used to hang out at this...
A soccer bar for A.C. Milano.
Yeah. A.C. Milano.
He made a lot of friends there.
Where is it?
It's in via di porta. Grazie.
Where's Francesca?
She went out back for a smoke.
Tell her to get her ass back in here.
Her break was over half an hour ago.
Oh, my God.
Don't feel bad.
She sent you to that alley
and told someone you were coming. She set you up.
No, she was a pawn, not a player.
And I was so focused on Michael,
I couldn't see how scared she was.
Do you want some?
Mm.
You shouldn't have called the police.
They'll have your voice recorded.
She's somebody's daughter.
She got killed for talking to me.
Okay.
Right now we need to take care of you.
Giancarlo?
Okay.
This... might hurt a bit.
I think you can... Handle the rest.
What will they say when they find out
you have a fugitive in your bathtub?
I'll plead insanity.
# all broken down #
Did you ever get married?
Twice.
The second one almost worked out, but...
She wised up.
I had to decide, you know?
For both of us?
For my husband and my child.
You'll never change.
If I'd left them for you, you still would have gotten bored
and moved on in a month.
Yeah. Tell yourself that if it helps.
It was a long time ago.
We'll find your boy.
Time to upgrade.
They grabbed him off the street, just snatched him.
He was terrified. The plates were French.
The men aren't in the system. I can't I.D. any of them.
Let's... Let's run the partial you got from the van.
Let's see if we can... Find her. This is ridiculous.
Somebody tell me something.
Nothing. No sight, no sound.
She can't just disappear. Who's got ears on the locals?
The only police activity is a report of a break-in
near the boy's apartment. Where?
You can run the border crossings.
Some things never change. What do you mean?
You telling qualified people how to do their jobs.
I never did that.
Those two. Those two right there. Run those.
I'm so glad you never did that.
Why haven't they made demands?
Why haven't they been in touch with me?
Why haven't they been in touch with anybody?
What the hell do they want with him?
Come on, people, work!
I think I got her.
Closer.
What were you looking for?
Italian police are reporting nothing stolen from the store.
Tell them to pull the store's footage
from the last couple weeks.
Okay, got it. It's registered to a French import/export company
based in Paris.
Someone better be running those plates.
We find that van, we find Winstone.
Got it. The van crossed into France
six hours after the abduction.
All right, ladies and gentlemen,
Becca Winstone cannot cross the border into France.
Go get her.
You are not coming.
Becca, come on.
You're not coming. You've risked enough.
Okay.
God help whoever has him.
Bonsoir.
Oui. Bonsoir.
Merci.
Aah!
Oh!
MacBeth!
You're CIA?
Somebody wants to meet you.
I am not coming in!
- You have no jurisdiction. - You have no right to hold me!
Dax Miller. Deputy chief, Western European station.
I don't care.
Agent Winstone. Ms.
- Pardon? - Not "agent," "Ms." now you listen to me.
My son has been kidnapped. We are aware.
Then you're also aware the longer I stand here,
the less likely I am of finding him.
We can help you retrieve your son, but it has to be on our terms.
Your terms? I don't want the CIA near my family ever again.
Why are you persona non grata in France?
Why haven't you read my file? Super. Middle management.
My orders are to put you on a plane.
I'll get on the next one back.
We'll cancel your passport. Are you an idiot?
I have passports hidden all over the world!
We'll watch the airports. I'll swim!
You have to go home, okay?
We're not having CIA personnel running their own agenda!
I am not CIA.
I am a mother looking for her son.
Nevertheless...
You know exactly what happens if you find him before I do.
You have our own priorities.
He becomes nothing but a bargaining chip.
Does your son even know you were an agent?
No, of course he doesn't.
We have to protect them, don't we?
I didn't.
Can I buy you a coffee?
Did you read my file?
All two paragraphs.
Well, enough to tell me you were very good at your job.
Well, here's what's not in there.
My parents were mentally ill addicts
who couldn't or wouldn't clean up,
and I was raised entirely in foster homes.
Other than fear, rage, and shame,
my constant companion was the abiding fantasy
that someday, somehow, my mother would do what she needed to do
to rescue me from the hell I was in.
She never did.
The difference today is that I am that mother,
and wherever Michael is, right this minute,
he knows I am looking for him, he knows I will find him,
and he knows I will never give up.
Well-played.
Gain your adversary's trust through sympathy.
Agent Miller, I really don't have time for games.
Now I've told you a little about me,
and you just told me everything I need to know about you.
You don't have children.
You have three hours.
Hey! Whoa! Whoa!
Hey!
Oh, my God.
Get me deputy chief Dax Miller.
And tell him it's Becca Winstone.
Hello?
- Ma'am? - Ma'am, if I may...
You may not.
You had her in your custody and now you don't.
Issue an agency-wide alert for her.
Well, the woman's looking for her son.
That checks out. He's missing.
Just give me a few hours
before we set the whole world down on her.
You don't know this woman. I do, if only by reputation.
Find out what she knows and put her on a plane.
Two hours.
One.
Issue... the... alert.
If you want to salvage your career,
I suggest you bring her in yourself.
Sir, the alert?
Issue it.