Missing

Previously on "Missing"...

Michael moved out of his dorm two weeks ago,

and nobody knows where he's went.

Something's happened to my son.

You were right. They won't hurt you.

You are CIA. What do you want?

I am not CIA. I'm Becca Winstone,

and I'm looking for my son.

Rebecca Winstone... active 1989 to 2001.

Husband... Paul Winstone, K.I.A. August 2001.

Paul was working for a rogue group

of ex-intelligence officers.

The man I was married to is not a criminal.

Paul.

But everyone here is very interested

in the re-emergence of Paul Winstone.

Where has he been the last ten years?

There's a good chance my husband has my son.

Michael!

Mom! Help me!

Mom!

Help me!

Michael?

Michael.

Michael?

Paul?

(Indistinct conversations

Checking stuttgart now.

Do you have confirmation yet?

Becca. Hey, girl.

I'm just checking in. Is this a bad time?

No.

Any news on Michael?

We have some leads.

I get it. Top secret.

Well, I know you have well-trained spies

at your beck and call, but gosh, I wish there was

something I could do.

You can tell me about home.

I'm starting to forget what it's like.

Well, the tulips are amazing this year.

Your next-door-neighbor's kid

is smoking joints in your backyard again.

Reprobate.

And...

Phil's been calling me.

Really?

Yeah. He showed up last week,

begging for another chance.

Like I could trust him again.

I mean, he walked out on our marriage

for an updo in a push-up bra.

He lied to me.

It kinda makes you wonder what else is a lie, huh?

I know.

I know. I know I should tell... tell him to go...

straight to hell, but...

Part of me just remembers the man I fell in love with.

It's pathetic, right?

Of course not. Okay.

Paul Winstone...

company operative for 15 years... Hey, mare. I gotta go.

Be careful. Promise me.

Yeah.

...before being believed killed in action in 2001.

We now know... very much alive.

We believe he began to go rogue

while stationed in Prague with his family 12 years ago.

Since then, he's most likely

working with former intel officers.

They've been linked to recent criminal activity in Paris,

Ravello, and the abduction of his own son...

Michael Winstone, 18.

We are dealing with a trained and calculating adversary,

as evidenced by his ability

to maintain deep cover,

undetected by this agency or his family.

Maybe he just wanted to get away from his wife.

Finding Paul Winstone is priority one.

What am I speaking, sanskrit? You know the drill.

This case is classified. I'm sorry.

You can't be here.

If finding Paul is priority number one,

what is the priority on finding my son?

Violet will take you to your hotel.

Violet can go to hell.

We can't just let her go.

We should send her to Langley or at least detain her.

Shh. Shh. Just think it through, okay?

If Becca is working with Paul,

locking her up is the last thing we need to do.

You think she knows something?

I don't know if she doesn't. Tail her.

See who contacts her.

Tell me everything she does.

It's Insulin.

Let me help you.

You can talk me through it.

Pinch the skin.

Hold the syringe at 90 degrees

and push the needle all the way in.

Thank you.

If I knew they were gonna hurt you,

I would've never tried to escape.

Please believe that.

I do.

How'd you wind up here?

Don't ask me about that.

Oksana, please.

I want to know.

I was going to be a model.

That's what I thought.

I went from my home in Lugansk to a contest in Odessa.

I did well.

Only five girls were chosen. I was one of them.

My mother was so proud.

By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late.

All I could think was why me?

I asked it a million times.

In the back of their trucks... why me?

In the tiny hiding places in the dirty walls

with a dozen other terrified girls... why me?

In the rooms where they...

after a while, I stopped asking.

It doesn't matter why me.

It just is me.

Anyway, I was going to be a model.

Get up.

What'd I do?

What are you doing?

Okay. Okay. Okay. What? What? Stand still.

What are you doing?

It means they are going to move you.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day.

Papa! Papa!

Garcon?

You look like hell.

Please, don't hold back.

You haven't slept.

They questioned me all night.

"Why did your husband go rogue?"

"Why'd your husband take your son?"

"Why did your husband go missing?"

I thought I knew Paul better than anyone.

I'm sorry.

You said you had something.

Yeah.

Okay, look.

Paul has an account in Prague

which has been inactive for ten years,

but yesterday, someone made a deposit into it.

I pulled bank footage and found this.

That could be anybody.

You know Paul would never let himself be spotted that easily.

Yeah, you're right.

That's his signal.

He wants me to see that.

We should tell Dax.

Absolutely not. He's already trying to cut me out.

So what do you want to do?

Sir?

Becca Winstone is on her way to Prague.

Giancarlo Rossi, Interpol.

We're here to inquire about one of your clients.

We have his account number.

I'm afraid we do not disclose any information

on our clientele.

The man in question is a fugitive.

I have a red notice for his arrest.

I assure you whoever you are looking for

is not in this building.

It's my husband's account.

Please.

If your husband meant for you to have access,

your thumbprint would be on file.

Please.

Forgive me, Mrs. Medved.

The cash account has been inactive for years,

but yesterday, your husband made a deposit of 1,115 Euros.

What other information do you have?

Well, there's a safety deposit box attached to the account.

Follow me, please, Mrs. Medved.

Let's see...

Box.... 171.

Here we are.

I don't have my key.

We don't use keys. It's electronic.

All we require is a thumbprint.

Actually...

I'm sorry.

This box requires three thumbprints.

The deposit amount... 1,115 Euros...

it means something. 11-15 is our wedding anniversary.

He wants you to find the safety deposit box.

It can't be opened

without the prints of all three account holders...

Milos, Beta, and Pavel Medved...

cover names for Paul and me...

And Michael.

He's reaching out.