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My name is Danny McNamara.
When I left the FBI, I thought
my crime-fighting days were over, but then I learned
that terrorist Karim Farouk was on the hunt for Cleopatra,
one of the world's most valuable treasures,
lost for over 2,000 years,
to use her as part of a massive terror attack.
To find him, I needed some help,
so I went to Lexi Vaziri, a thief.
Excuse me, a master thief.
And my father was killed by Farouk.
Lexi and I have a complicated past.
He wants to bring Farouk to justice, I want revenge.
Also, there's a mysterious group
who want Cleopatra as much as we do.
We're not sure whether they're good or bad,
but the one thing we all agree on...
Is that we need to find Cleopatra...
Before Farouk does.
Previously on Blood & Treasure...
Can it be done?
There are far easier toxins to weaponize.
No, it must be this toxin,
and you must work faster.
Hardwick is a nobody.
He knows better than to stick his nose
- where it doesn't belong. - And the girl?
Does she know the truth about her father's death?
Just tell us where Cleopatra is.
Ask Everado Sanchez. He has her and good riddance!
The narco.
I know this man.
He killed my partner!
My partner was your mother!
They have found Captain Fabi.
He is dead.
- Where? - He was shot. In North America.
- Quebec. - Can I see the report?
The death of Captain Fabi is carabinieri business.
We will take care of it.
_
I took this off Fabi.
Thought you might want to bring it back to the Brotherhood.
Thank you.
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And "X" marks the spot.
Well, let's go.
I think I should go alone from here.
No, my shoulder's fine.
Darling, you got stabbed by an ice pick.
But more importantly, my mother was in Serapis,
which might grant me some leniency for sneaking in.
But I'm just an outsider, huh?
Meet you at the cafe.
All right, but if you're not back in
half an hour, I'm coming to get you.
Just...
Be careful.
Hey... it's me.
_
Huh... Whoa. Uh, what, uh...
What are you... The heck is happen... Why...
Danny McNamara. Where is he?
- Uh, he's out of town. You're... - Mm-hmm.
You're Gwen.
From Interpol, Danny's friend.
- Nope. Not anymore. - Well, look, I know
I'm no lawyer, but you can't just barge in here
without a warrant, even in Italy.
- Whoa, whoa! - I will read it to you
on the way to the carabinieri headquarters.
You are being taken in for questioning
in the ongoing investigation regarding the murder
of Captain Bruno Fabi.
W... I don't even know who that is.
N... I-I don't know...
What-what are you... Ow! These are...
You know I'm a priest, right?
I can... Hey, will you grab my comfy shoes?
And don't tell me who wins the game!
It's all right.
I've come with a peace offering.
Fabi's medallion.
Thank you for returning it.
You want Cleopatra.
I want Farouk.
We should be working together.
You shouldn't have come here.
Fabi told me about my mother.
That she was one of you.
A promise was made
to never recruit you.
I thought she wanted this for me.
I understand you have many questions.
Perhaps one day I will answer them,
but today is not that day.
It's time for you to go.
Is that Fabi?
You are not the only one who has
lost someone they care about.
Fabi taught me
as your mother taught him.
Is...
Is my mother here?
I've been visiting an empty grave
for 20 years.
I'm very sorry.
Both for your loss and for our deception.
I know it is no consolation,
but your mother was a warrior in a much longer struggle.
What did she tell you of Antony and Cleopatra?
They fell in love, they went to war, they lost.
They also had three children.
They hid the body
of Antony and Cleopatra,
protecting their parents' resting place,
so that they could be together for eternity.
Three children, three snakes.
And from those three, the Brotherhood grew,
and evolved, spreading across the Roman Empire.
We took in people from all lands and every religion.
Preserving the sacred objects of antiquity.
At the cost of people's lives.
It is the Brotherhood who kept the light
of civilization going through the Dark Ages,
preserving Christian and Islamic
relics from the Crusades,
helping give birth to the Renaissance and the Enlightenment...
If you were so good at what you did,
how come the Nazis took Cleopatra?
The Brotherhood was nearly destroyed because of the war.
And their numbers never fully recovered,
but our mission continues.
It is what your mother gave her life for.
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- Lexi... - You're leaving again?
I'll be back before you know it.
But Dad doesn't want you to go, and neither do I.
Look...
Someday you will understand why I have to leave.
I love you to the Moon and back.
Your father is just protective.
But we know better, right?
We are the protectors.
I'll be back soon.
I love you.
Danny, Alina. Alina, Danny.
- Is she...? - Oh, yeah.
Full-blown secret society.
Although she's a bit rogue at the moment.
I told her anything she can say to me, she can say to you.
How is your shoulder?
Ah, it's been better.
How-how did you know?
We've been monitoring you two for weeks.
Oh, and FYI, your friend Chuck has been taken in
by the carabinieri and Interpol for questioning.
Oh. Oh, my God. We need to get back to Rome.
Chuck can handle himself.
Gwen doesn't have anything on him.
Besides, we have more important matters to attend to.
The Brotherhood had an agent in the CIA
at the end of the second Iraq war.
Okay...?
The CIA had a special task force
training local contractors, gathering intelligence.
One of those contractors
barely escaped a coalition airstrike
that mistook a shelter for a military bunker.
His entire family was wiped out.
After that, he became radicalized.
Karim Farouk.
That is the name he adopted, yes.
But you know his real name.
Rasheed Hegazi.
You... You've known this information
all this time, why haven't you done anything with it?
We've been monitoring the name since we made the connection,
but it hasn't given us anything.
Look, you've been saying all along we need to work together
to connect the dots, right?
Well, this is our first new dot in a long time, so...
Let's connect it.
Do you know exactly when and where
- this bombing raid took place? - Yes.
I have a friend in Iraqi intelligence
who owes me a favor...
but I need to contact him from someplace it can't be tracked.
Who is your contact?
Wa enta Malak.
That means "none of your business."
Oh. Does it?
That's my bit.
He... he just stole my bit.
My contact sent us the logs
from the investigation into the bombing.
Looks like there was one other survivor.
Nadia Bishara. She was five years old.
"Flown to a U.S. medical unit for uranium poisoning
"from exposure to spent shells,"
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