Taken

They didn't have Plain mint, so I got you Raspberry mint.

- And a Mystery Meat Sandwich. - Yum.

So, did you get Mom and Dad a card yet?

Or do you wanna just sign this one?

I was gonna get them a card.

- Right. - Gimme that.

Beautiful, huh?

- Huh? - The countryside.

Oh, uh...

Just sign the card.

Excuse me for looking out for my little sister.

- All grown up now, thanks. - You never know,

it could be a serial killer or something.

Shh. Keep your voice down.

You know, if you talk low like this,

it's actually harder to hear than a whisper.

You're making that up.

Tell that to the Taliban.

Jeez, Cali, you wrote them a novel, here.

About another hour until we get there.

You'll think of something.

All passengers connecting to bus lines

at Hartford Station, please use platform two.

- What are you doing? - I need you to do

exactly as I say. No time for questions. Just listen.

When I start walking down this car, I want you to

grab that backpack, there. See it?

Bryan, what's going on?

- Do you see it? - Yeah.

If the guy in the sport coat tells you it's his,

you argue with him and you keep it going

until I either come back or I shout out your name.

But if I shout your name, you get down as fast as you can

and you crawl into a space between those seats.

- You're really scaring me. - Just do as I say.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- Hey, excuse me? - Yeah?

- That belongs to me. - What? No, I-I don't think so.

Yeah, it does. Please, just give it back.

- No need to talk to me like that. - Check the name.

This is my bag. What the hell is your problem, miss?

I don't care what you're saying, this is my bag.

- No, this is mine, all right? - Just let go of the bag.

No, I'm not gonna let go!

- Give me my bag back. - Cali!

Aah!

- What are they doing? - Get down!

Get out! Get out!

Oh!

Okay, listen up, I'm a cop.

No one move, all right? Everyone stay where you are.

You got cuffs?

Cali.

Yep.

No, I'm not near a TV. Just gimme the headlines.

Bryan! Bryan!

Bryan, Bryan, can you tell us what happened?

Channel 7, may I ask you a question?

This is a very difficult time for my family, as you can see.

A little respect for that right now would be

- much appreciated. - Bryan, what tipped you off?

Have you eaten anything, Bry?

I fixed you something.

- What's local law enforcement saying? - Still waiting for a statement.

- And the surviving gunman? - Refusing to talk without a lawyer.

What, no outbursts? No delusional rants?

Total silence is what we're hearing.

Okay, now I'm interested.

Then there's this. Bryan Mills.

Ex-military, green beret, three tours in Afghanistan...

Mm, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this isn't Middle East-related.

Puerto Berrío, Colombia, January 2015.

Mills's last active service posting,

as Liaison to Colombian special forces

for operation "Snow Joe," to capture Carlos Mejia,

aka, "El Carnicero." "The Butcher". Whatever.

Last seen seven years ago.

CIA, based on source and asset reports

believes his cartel is now running terrorists and weapons

as well as drugs into the U.S.

- Puerto where? - Berrío.

Thing is, Mejia wasn't even there.

But his son, Miguel, was.

Our friend on the train do this?

Yep, while saving the life of an undercover DEA agent.

Mike Hall.

If this is Mejia avenging the death of his son,

he's probably not gonna stop until it's done.

Good.

Good. So, starting right now,

we control the story.

Write State and Local Law Enforcement, FBI, CIA.

I want everyone on the same sheet of music.

This was two delusional maniacs, investigation ongoing.

Okay? You guys know the rest.

You call the National Security Advisor, tell him I'm on my way.

Who are you?

- _ - Okay. Good.

Unlock him, please.

My associate, Becca.

What did you tell the police?

Nothing.

- We have to ask. - And now you know.

- And tomorrow? - What about it?

And the next day? And the next day?

And...

I don't buy it.

Excuse me?

What she's saying is, she doesn't believe

it's possible for you to say nothing forever.

State police are one thing.

But the type of people we believe are gonna be

coming at you next?

I have to agree.

Not sure I buy it either.

What the hell is this?

What were you expecting?

They'd send someone to spring you?

Really?

Oh! Oh!

Our client has instructed us to tell you that your family

will be generously compensated for your sacrifice.

No! It's... aah...

This wasn't the deal!

- The hit was... - Was what?

- It was a good hit. - How do you figure that?

- We got her, didn't we? - What about him?

No, no. We were told to leave him for...

Ohh, oh.

Didn't she just tell you it'd be impossible

for you to say nothing forever?

Are you cops?

Please.

In case you hadn't figured it out already,

your life is in our hands now.

So if I were you, I'd start trying to live in the moment.

Who's that woman sitting next to Henry Masters?

- I don't know. - We'll begin

by standing for "Eternal Father,"

which you will find on page 352 of your hymnal.

Cali was my best friend.

My roommate.

My inspiration.

If ever someone was put on this planet

for the sole purpose of caring for others,

it was Cali Mills.

We got us some tourists in town.

- Where? - A block from the house.

- Black panel van. - How many?

Couldn't see. Tinted windows.

Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Asha. - Right.

Sorry, um...

I-I just wanted to tell you

that Cali never stopped talking about you.

- Oh. - Her war hero brother.

She probably made a lot more of that than it actually was.

I doubt that.

You realize what you said

in that service there makes you family now.

- It was okay. - You kidding?

I don't know how to thank you, dear.

Please, no. It was my honor.

Hey, Mom, whose van is that out there?

I don't know. I've never seen it before.

- Why? - Excuse me.

Hey!

Looking for me?

Here I am!

Anything you wanna tell me?

This is my fault.

Cali's dead because of me.

- Your fault how? - They weren't random psychos

on that train, Dad.

They were professionals. Hired killers.

What, so cops? FBI? They're all wrong?

- They're hiding the truth. - Why would they lie?

I don't know, Dad.

All I do know is I'm not gonna risk you and Mom

getting caught up in this, too.

Let's just take a breath here, okay?

Talk to Joe Roberts. Have him post a police detail

outside this house, front and back 24 hours a day.

- And tell him what? - Tell him what I just told you.

Tell him to keep it to himself

and make something up.

I need a couple of days, at least.

Where you going?

This is for you and Mom.

I didn't know when would be a good time to give it to you.

But now...

Tell Mom bye. Tell her I'm sorry.

- And I'm gonna... - You're gonna what?

Your mother can't lose you too, son.

I understand that, Dad.

Bones tracker's active. On the move.

- Devil's Advocate. - Make it quick.

Why can't we tell him what we're doing?

Operational Security.