Missing

- Previously on "Missing"... - Hi, babe.

I love you, Becca. I love you, too. Safe flight.

Daddy! Michael!

Daddy! I applied to a summer architecture program.

I got accepted. It's in Rome.

I'll call you tomorrow. Bye, sweetheart. I love you.

I love you, too.

Aah! Aah!

Michael moved out of his dorm two weeks ago,

and no one knows where he went.

Something's happened to my son.

What is your purpose in Rome? I'm here to visit my son.

Dov'e mio figlio?

Rebecca Winstone... active 1989 to 2001.

You are a suspect in the murder of an Italian agent.

If I have to arrest you to keep you safe, I'm gonna do it.

What I'm about to do, you cannot be a part of.

I want Becca Winstone in my interrogation room

before my coffee gets cold.

We're not having CIA personnel running their own agenda!

I am not CIA.

I am a mother looking for her son.

Mom! Michael!

There is a plane about to leave from le Bourget airport.

- Can you stop it? - Why would I help you?

My son is on that plane.

We've grounded the plane.

Where is this?

An airstrip outside Milan.

She was on her way to Ravello in the Italian riviera.

They've been on the ground five minutes.

No one's gotten on or off.

You're sure, Becca? You saw them take him on board?

My son is on... That plane.

This is the CIA. Open the door immediately.

We're looking for a young man. Is there a boy on that plane?

Look, I'm terribly sorry.

But I don't know what you're talking about.

There is no one else on the plane

except, well, ourselves and the pilot. No one else.

Heading inside, sir.

It's empty, sir.

They're checking the cargo hold. Nothing.

That's impossible. I saw him.

You have to believe me.

He was on that plane.

I'm letting you go to Rome.

I can get a little mushy if I want.

Michael!

Mom?!

Excuse me. Can you tell me where I am?

How about why I'm here?

Please? Anything?

You got a little coffee stain on your shirt there.

So you do speak English.

Look, I'm gonna tell you the same thing

I told the other guys.

You made a mistake. You must've grabbed the wrong kid,

'cause I'm not rich.

My mom's not rich.

Fine.

Ohh!

Yeah?

Inmate approached perimeter.

Warned away with nonlethal fire.

If he tries it again, take out a knee.

Thank you for your time, Ms. Carstairs-Howe.

So... you are an attorney and a British citizen.

What's your business here in Italy?

I represent various trusts and international foundations,

mostly to do with human rights.

One of them is holding a fund-raiser in Ravello,

a charity auction, actually.

I'll be serving as host.

Why the stopover in France?

There was a medical emergency.

My pilot complained of chest pains.

Thank goodness he was all right.

So it wasn't to bring a person on board?

A young man, male? Michael?

American? Doesn't ring a bell?

Agent Miller, I don't know what you're talking about.

There was no young man on my plane.

Liar.

They could've switched transport on a tandem parachute.

They were over water. But I have nothing to hold her on.

You know how that stuff works. We've done it ourselves.

Look, all I know is you're the only one that saw him.

The fact remains he's not on that plane.

Why don't you believe me? They took the plane apart.

He wasn't aboard. Would you believe you?

I'm sorry to tell you this, but I have orders.

I'm sending you home. We'll see about that.

There's an officer from interpol here,

says he'll only talk to you regarding her.

Agent Miller.

Giancarlo Rossi, interpol.

Ms. Winstone is wanted for the murder

of an ex-intelligence officer in Rome.

Yes, so she's an American citizen...

you are on Italian soil by permission of local police.

The CIA has no jurisdiction here.

Come to think of it, you have no jurisdiction anywhere.

I'm taking her into custody.

It's a legitimate warrant, chief.

Mrs. Winstone, would you come with me, please?

Get me everything you can on that guy.

Thanks for helping me, Giancarlo,

but you're not taking me back to Rome,

not while she's in Ravello.

The lawyer?

CIA couldn't make her talk.

Ah. But you will?

Do you have any doubt?

No, no. No doubt at all.

But you're not doing it alone. Not this time.

I made you my responsibility, remember?

I saw him, Giancarlo.

I saw them force him onto that plane.

Then he saw you. He has hope.

He knows I'll find him.

Who are you?

What am I doing here?

Eat.

You think I would drug you?

I don't see why you wouldn't.

Why won't you tell me anything?

I mean, I've been racking my brain,

and I can't think of any reason why someone would kidnap me.

What about your parents?

I'm the wrong guy.

I don't think so.

They never get the wrong guy.

Uh, excuse me.

No pictures, please.

I hear she's for sale.

Charity auction this afternoon, right?

Mm, I'm afraid only a small number of bidders qualify.

I don't want your boat. I want my son.

It must be very devastating, Ms...

Winstone.

Don't bother faking surprise or concern.

I don't know what you think you saw.

I saw him being forced onto your aircraft.

I have cooperated fully with the local police.

And EU aviation and the CIA. I'm aware.

They have to play by the rules, and I don't.

Tell your man don't even think about it.

Very observant for a housewife. We're done.

We'll be done when I have my son.

Do you see her?

The mother?

Yes. What?

You think she'll be a problem?

I know she will. I am asking you to give the order.

Take her out.

She crashed our setup in Rome.

She cost us our warehouse in Paris.

She's CIA.

Not anymore. Doesn't matter.

Taking her out would still get them involved.

Your orders for now are to keep her alive.

We have the son.

Then I'm calling it off.

No one thought that she would get this close,

not even you.

These people are our best buyers.

The entry fees have been paid.

No.

You will not cancel.

You can handle it.

I trust you.

- Get anything? - Nothing I can arrest her for.

That's okay. I got some good stuff.

What's that? She's a highly reputable lawyer doing something illegal,

surrounded by armed guards,

and she is mighty protective of that boat.

Auctioning it off this afternoon for charity.

It'd be helpful to know who's bidding.

I'll get a guest list. But we have another problem...

your friend Mary.

Mary? Yeah, she's been calling the main office,

also the police in Rome,

the American embassy, and the FBI, asking...

demanding we investigate what happened to you.

Next she'll be calling the pope.

Does she know about your past?

Oh, no. I met her after I quit the agency.

It's okay. I'll take care of her.

Good luck with that. Let me know if you need armed backup.

Hey, Mare. It's me.

Where the hell have you been?

I know. I am so sorry.

Sorry doesn't cut it, Becks. It's been days.

And... and... and what's going on with Michael, for God sake?

Uh, he ran off with some girl. You called it.

Oh, that brat!

Well, good for him.

Where are you?

On the coast. Ravello.