Missing

Previously on "Missing"...

Something's happened to my son. Get me deputy chief Dax Miller

and tell him it's Becca Winstone.

There's a hidden exit from the tunnels.

Insulin. Now we can escape together.

Whatever is on that train is

worse than diamonds and drugs.

An unknown ex-operative is at the head of it all.

We call him "suspect zero."

You son of a bitch. Where's Michael?

I was never working with Azimoff.

Then why are you here?

Straight swap... the stocks for Michael.

They want me dead.

Paul, he doesn't have Michael!

He's Viktor Azimoff's son?

Just shoot him.

Now I have killed both of my parents.

She's CIA, isn't she?

So are you. Your mom's in a lot of trouble.

Da?

It was Martin Newman calling for my father.

Martin is suspect zero.

He wanted to tell him he has successfully recaptured the boy.

No.

Isn't there any crime in vienna?

We've got to get to Becca Winstone

before the local police do.

Is Violet inside with her team?

They just started the sweep.

Pull up the church schematics on your laptop.

I want to see every exit point from that crypt.

Heading into the crypt.

It was Martin all along.

Martin.

I put my life on the line a hundred times for that guy.

We both did.

Who else works for him besides your father?

It's a big organization, many heads.

But Martin is at the top.

We all work for Martin Newman.

What will they do with our son?

Giancarlo, it's okay. He killed Azimoff.

His own father?

Thank God you're okay.

Martin asked you for something on the phone. What was it?

The phone number of a cobbler in Bulgaria.

He makes the best passports.

Okay. I'll text it to him.

Don't want him to think anything's wrong.

We have to go. Come on.

Dax is here with half of the police. We gotta go.

We can't tell him about Martin.

I agree. We can't trust anyone in the CIA. Come on.

Maksim, we have to go.

They're coming. Come on.

My life is over.

You didn't choose this life.

It doesn't matter who chose it. I'm the one who lived it.

You didn't kill Paul when you had a chance...

And you never killed me

when you could have.

I never could kill you.

He made me kill my mother. That was enough.

And after that day, I...

That day with you in vienna,

I kept wondering what life could have been like,

a normal life...

A life where I was your son instead of his.

Maksim, come with us.

And what happens if I do?

I live another 50 years in a prison?

There is no new life for me, Becca. Go.

Come on! Becca! Becca, we have to leave now!

These crypts are incredible. It's like a maze down there.

Spreads under the entire grounds.

What are these? Dozens of passages.

They lead to various areas of the grounds.

The way out is down here.

Is he dead? Yes.

Where are they?

Gone.

I asked you where.

Do you ever hate yourself, Violet?

Do you ever just want it to end?

Pull yourself together.

I killed him.

You did this?

That is not good, Maks.

I'm so tired.

I'm done, Violet.

- So what? - You just expect me to...

Let's go. Let's go.

The sweep team just heard shots inside the crypt.

Violet, report. Tell 'em to keep moving.

We've got 'em trapped now.

Violet?

Azimoff's dead.

The son raised his gun at me. He's dead, too.

No sign of the Winstones.

Come here. This way.

Violet?

Violet!

- Gotta be down there somewhere. - I'm going in.

There's a police motorcycle there. We make a run.

I'll take the lead and cover the left flank and front.

Becca, right flank. Giancarlo, you've got our sixes.

- Looks clear. No CIA. - Just some onlookers.

Becca. Becca, go with Paul.

Why?

When this is over, no more confusion, no more hesitation.

You come with me.

I am not leaving without you.

Somebody has to hold them back.

Say it!

Yes. Yes.

Now go.

Michael needs to be found by his parents.

I need to talk with Dax.

No!

Giancarlo!

Azimoff and Maksim don't have their cell phones.

Looks like they were stripped of intel.

I could do with some good news, Violet.

Yeah, well, I don't have it. The Winstones got away.

We'll throw up a net.

And agent rossi shot at me. I had to put him down.

Damn it, V.

When somebody fires at me, I fire back.

Did you kill him?

No. He's unconscious, but he's still breathing.

They're working on him now.

Look, at least now we know

Becca Winstone was dirty all along.

You have Maksim and Azimoff's cell phones, right?

No. They must be with the Winstones.

Local police want to talk to me.

Only what they need to know.

Should I tell them they have stupid uniforms?

They need to know that.

He was on the ground when Violet shot him?

Strange, right? Why was he hanging around?

Anyone heard from Martin Newman?

I could do with his input on all this.

I promised Oksana a better life.

And you'll deliver. I'll hide the two of you

while I clear your mom's troubles up,

and you can have any life you want.

But I killed a man.

I doubt the police will ever know that.

The kidnappers were using me to get to mom?

Yeah.

Who are they?

Angry business associates, I imagine.

Then she's more than just a spy.

Is she some kind of criminal?

Well, that's the trouble with a covert business, Michael.

It's all built on lies and deceit.

One day you look up and suddenly discover

a line has been crossed,

something you never intended,

but there's no turning back.

That's what happened to your mom,

so, no, she's not a criminal.

She just moved the line.

You sure she hit him?

I saw him go down.

She hit him in the chest.

I'm sorry, Becca.

Look, I have a car stashed.

Let's just get out of vienna, head South.

Toward the Bulgarian cobbler.

The city code on the phone number is Burgas.

Martin is headed for Turkey.

How do you know?

According to my research,

half his businesses run out of Istanbul.

If he's on the turkish border, that's where he's going.

What day is it?

It's Wednesday.

The 19th?

Yeah, the 19th.

It's the Taylor wedding.

What?

Three weeks ago, I was ordering

coral charm peonies and chartreuse orchids.

How could I have left Giancarlo?

Becca.

What kind of people are we, Paul?

Who lets this happen to their son?

Giancarlo's phone goes straight to voice mail.

I thought at least the police would pick it up.

You still love him, don't you?

We need to trust each other, Becca.

I know that might be hard, but from here on out,

we need to start telling each other the truth.

The truth? The truth?!

Where were you the last ten years?

Where were you when your son broke his leg,

when he scored three goals in a soccer match?