[bell tolling]
[soft indistinct chatter]
- Mm. Looks good. - [chuckles]
both: [speaks Hungarian]
So what do you miss most about New York?
Mm.
I'd trade my right pinky for a doughnut.
- [laughs] - A real one.
Not the Hungarian kind made of candle wax.
Why does every American who works in law enforcement
have this obsession with doughnuts?
Oh, you're about to get some Kellett-pedia.
Can you handle it? - Sure. Fire away.
- During World War II... - Oh, God.
Graveyard shift cops worked long hours.
Nothing but sack lunches,
maybe the rare 24-hour diner,
and... - Doughnut shops.
Always cheap. Always convenient.
And how do you know this?
My grandfather was a deputy inspector,
66th precinct, Brooklyn.
So law enforcement is in your blood.
Mm-hmm.
Do you have any, uh, dinner plans Friday night?
Thinking about doing some traditional cooking.
My place. - I'd like that.
You gonna be able to manage with one hand?
Sure. I'll figure it out.
Uh, one more thing.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
[Stephen Collins' "Gimme Your Love"]
* And gimme your love ♪
♪ And gimme your love ♪
♪ Won't you pick me, baby ♪
♪ Please 'cause I need to get it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Won't you pick me, baby ♪
♪ Please 'cause I need to get it ♪
♪ Gimme your love ♪
- Oh, God. - What?
You got that look on your face
like you want to have a heart-to-heart.
Maybe.
Your graduation.
I had a chat with your mom.
She said you were upset that I missed it.
You mind if we talk about this after we land?
Sure. Yeah.
Sorry. Thanks.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
Ma'am, please fill out your customs forms
before we reach Athens. Thank you.
Sir, please fill out the customs forms.
Um, excuse me, sir.
The mirror in the lavatory. There's a bomb.
- Oh, my God. - What?
- Did she say a bomb? - Head back to your seat
and put on your seat belt. Thank you.
Did she seriously say there's a bomb?
[passengers chattering]
Attention please.
Captain has turned on the seat belt sign.
All passengers need to return to their seats immediately.
Thank you. [passengers clamoring]
This is your pilot.
Please prepare for an emergency landing.
There's a bomb on the plane.
[passengers screaming, chattering]
- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
[groaning]
Hey, Dad. What's wrong?
You okay?
[plane whooshes]
[all scream]
[clamoring]
Dad?
Dad!
♪ ♪
- What do we got? - A commercial aircraft
received a bomb threat in route from New York to Athens.
- How many Americans? - 110.
Jetstream flight W271.
The plane was in Moroccan airspace.
The pilot declared an emergency
and contacted local air traffic control.
Two jets from the royal Moroccan air force
diverted them to a remote air strip just outside of Tangier.
Any reason to believe the threat's legitimate?
The DOJ wants us on the ground
given the recent death of Ayman al-Zahid.
The second emir of al-Qaeda.
Since he was killed in the US drone strike,
there might be reciprocation.
Europol has a counterterrorism
cooperation agreement with Morocco.
The Madrid bombings necessitated
a stronger relationship when Moroccan citizens
were linked to the attacks.
Every minute counts. Let's move.
♪ ♪
[siren blaring]
[indistinct chatter]
Sergeant Ahmed Fassi. Sureté Nationale.
Special agent Scott Forrester.
This is agent Vo, Kellett, Raines, FBI.
FO Megan Garretson, Europol.
The passengers are being moved to a hanger
and the bomb squad is searching the cabin for explosives.
I don't understand. Let me go with him!
Let me go. - You can't come.
What happened? FBI.
Passenger had heart failure and collapsed.
I applied CPR on the plane, so he stabilized.
But he, uh, still hasn't regain consciousness.
- Are you a doctor? - Yes, sir.
David Boyd. I work at Hendry County Medical.
Well, I'm glad you were there.
I'm happy to help. I hope he makes it.
You guys are FBI from America?
- We are. - They won't let me go
with my dad to the hospital.
That's because everyone who was on the plane
needs to be screened.
What's your name, son?
- Tyler. Tyler Kemp. - Hold on one second.
I can have one of my agents take him.
If that's okay. - That's all right.
Moroccan authorities have agreed to let you drive Tyler,
if you do not let him out of your sight.
- On it. - Hospital Crochet Blanco.
We'll need your passport and backpack.
Passport's in the front pouch.
All right, Smitty and I will help with explosive detection.
Kellett, baggage inspection. - I'll screen the passengers.
I want photos of every passenger
and crew member on the manifest.
Hanger two.
My team has already set up
a private security office for your team--
laptops, emergency kits, whatever you need,
you just let us know. - Great.
We conducted a threat assessment.
Moved passengers away from potential hazards.
Divided individual areas into search levels.
Any idea what we're looking for?
Description of the explosive device is unknown.
Our primary areas of concern are the passengers seating
portion over the fuel cells,
carry-on luggage, and the baggage compartment.
And during our visual scan of the aircraft,
we found this.
Huh.
Keep an eye out for red window markers,
the kind used to write on cars at college football games.
Copy that.
You ever hear of the Underwear Bomber?
I don't believe so. No.
2009, Christmas Day.
Nigerian terrorist attempted to blow up a plane
using a syringe that contained a combustible chemical.
Tried to detonate a non-metallic explosive
taped inside his underwear.
Al-Qaeda claimed responsibility for the attack.
Nobody leaves the hanger until the passengers
are cleaner than a Safeway chicken.
[indistinct chatter]
We had to wait on a plane with a bomb
for four hours and now this?
Ma'am, would you like to reach your destination safely,
or would you like to spend another four hours
at a police station, because I can arrange that.
And look at the camera.
You really told her.
I refuse to put up with prissy women.
I've worked plenty of bomb threats.
Prissy passengers tend to be the least of our concerns.
Believe me.
Glenn Shaw, U.S. Air Marshal.
Assigned to flight W271.
♪ ♪
Special agent Cameron Vo.
Notice anything out of the ordinary?
I've been monitoring the passengers.
See that group of college students?
Kids from NYU? I just screened them.
They smuggled a bunch of vodka shooters on board.
Illegally.
So you're saying they wrote the threat on the mirror?
I wouldn't be surprised if it was a prank.
No one else knows you're law enforcement?
Just me, you, and the pilots.
Keep mingling with the passengers.
Maybe we'll get a jailhouse confession.
Anything you need.
Things that could indicate a bomb:
unusual sounds, wires, vapors, mists, odors.
Hot items. Anything hidden.
Obviously suspicious. Not typical.
You find anything?
No. You?
Smitty found this in the bathroom trash.
Syringes can be used as tools to ignite explosives.
What about the passengers?
Screening, including the flight crew.
So far, none had felonies or obvious connections
to suspicious organizations, but a U.S. air marshal
pointed out a group of college students.
He thinks they wrote the threat on the mirror.
Cabin's all clear.
- False alarm? - Not yet.
Run a chemical analysis on the syringe.
See if it contains acetone, benzine, or hydrogen peroxide.
Got it.
[siren blaring]
Booked a, uh, a tour for the Acropolis.
He would've gotten bored. He always does.
Was more of a "cage diving with sharks" kind of guy.
Plane ride was the most time we spent together since I was 13.
What's he do for work?
- He's a DEA agent. - Really?
Based out of where? - The Netherlands.
Hi. I'm here to see Mike Kemp. I'm family. His son.
Uh, spell it for me.
Kemp. K-E-M-P. The American from the plane.
[TV chatter]
We don't have any patients
who were admitted under that name.
Paramedics brought him in within the last hour.
No. Only ambulance patient was a Moroccan having a baby.
Ambulance 43.
They take him to another hospital?
Moroccan ambulances don't have registration numbers
on their vehicles, and there's only one hospital in town.
Where the hell is my dad?
Look, he's athletic, 5'9", gray hair. Look.
He has to be here.
Forrester, hey. I could be way off here,
but my gut's telling me this whole thing
was about something else. - What happened?
The passenger who was having a medical emergency
is a DEA agent and he never showed up to the hospital.
I think we've got a kidnapping on our hands.
I'm not finding any combustible chemicals,
acetone, benzine, or hydrogen peroxide.
It's unlikely it was used for a bomb.
So the bomb threat was deliberately faked
in order to divert the plane and abduct this kid's dad?
Special agent Mike Kemp, 61.
Joined the DEA in 1982.
Disrupted the East Coast drug corridor
that runs from New York to Boston to Toronto.
Transferred to The Hague, Netherlands in 2011.
Okay, but who would be dumb enough to kidnap
an American DEA agent in Morocco?
Mocro Mafia.
Powerful cartel.
Controls the drug trade in the EU.
Responsible for assassinations in broad daylight.
Beheadings. That's just the tip of the iceberg.
Hope that's not the case, but the Netherlands
is the nerve center for drug trafficking.
The cartel have been importing cocaine
and synthetic drugs through
Europe's harbors by the metric ton.
Why not abduct him in the Netherlands?
It seems one hell of a lot easier.
Because Morocco is their home turf.
The cartel is not gonna put
a target on their back by abducting a DEA agent.
Unless the agent
is an existential threat to their business.
Mike Kemp's been providing Europol
with intel on their traffic operations,
which recently led the Dutch authorities
to three cocaine shipments worth 170 million euros
that were intercepted at the Rotterdam port.
If you can't control the ports,
you can't be Europe's prominent dealer.
I'll reach out to the DEA's European regional director.
He'll have a better understanding
of the investigation Kemp's spearheading.
He has a heart condition?
Wouldn't he have had regular physicals to be in the DEA?
He was poisoned.
The syringe contains benzodiazepine,
a schedule four controlled substance
used for anesthesia and procedural sedation.
He wasn't having cardiac issues.
Any prints? - Wiped clean.
I saw the paramedics give him an injection on the tarmac,
but he collapsed on the plane.
A reversal agent would've caused him to wake up.
Needle spiking is used to administer date rape drugs,
but those effects wear off in a few hours.
The fake paramedics were administering
another dose to keep him sedated.
I'll track down the airport CCTV footage.
See if we can get a look at them
through the ambulance windshield.
Hold on. If the original dose was administered on the plane,
that means our spiker's still inside the hanger.
Seems pretty careless to write "bomb" on the mirror
then toss the syringe in the trash.
The spiker must've thought they'd be long gone
by the time someone figured out Kemp was missing.
But how'd they get it through security?
- They'd have to declare it. - I'll call TSA in New York.
Get a list of declared items.
I'll talk to the air marshal. Maybe he was forwarded a list.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
How long is this going to be?
This is draining.
Let me ask you a question. Were you provided a list
of controlled substances
and restricted items declared to TSA?
Did you find a lead or a suspect?
You know I can't tell you that.
Could be more helpful if your team just looped me in--
- I just need the list. - I'm not trying to interfere.
I'll go look through my bag. I might have a hard copy.
You find my dad yet?
Not yet.
Maybe they killed him.
[sighs] At Quantico,
I learned about the importance of evidence.
It eliminates confusion.
Assumptions are dangerous
because they're made when there's no proof.
Let's focus on the evidence, Tyler.
Did your dad communicate
directly with any of the passengers?
[chuckles] Just everyone.
Anyone who stood out? Seemed suspicious?
Oh, my God.
The bomb and the heart attack was just to get to him?
When did he start having his medical emergency?
After everyone started freaking out about the bomb.
Did he eat anything? Drink anything?
We ate at the terminal before the flight.
Chicken sandwich, some fries. He had a beer.
- Nothing on the plane? - No.
Let me see your phone.
In case the captors reach out?
When I was younger,
I overheard stories about Kiki Camarena,
the only DEA agent ever to be kidnapped.
Guadalajara Cartel, they, um...
they interrogated him, beat him,
even brought in a doctor to continue the torture.
I used to have nightmares about my dad not coming home,
and now...
Remember the evidence.
Yeah. Right.
Air Marshal Shaw gave me the list of items declared at TSA.
Three passengers were allowed syringes for diabetes.
Theo Vlachos, Erin Everett, Marci Winston,
and David Boyd declared a benzodiazepine.
Theo Vlachos, financial advisor in Athens.
Erin Everett, psychiatrist from Albany.
Marci Winston, executive based out of Brewster.
And David Boyd, oculoplastic surgeon.
Wait. Isn't that...
The doctor who helped Agent Kemp on the plane.
You provided medical assistance to Mike Kemp.
Of course I did. Never had that happen before.
"Is there a doctor in the house?"
Someone on the plane spiked him with benzodiazepine,
and as it turns out, you're the only passenger
who declared a benzo prescription to TSA.
- What? - You heard me.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Xanax. - I'm a nervous flier.
I take a pill to sleep on flights.
I--I only had half.
Oh, wow. Okay.
Everything's making a lot more sense now.
The guy's son thought he was having a heart attack,
so I checked his vitals before I put him on oxygen.
His pupils were dilated.
That's a common side effect of benzos.
Why didn't you say anything earlier?
I did. I told the paramedics.
Did anyone on the plane help Mike besides you and his son?
One of the flight attendants, I think.
It was a very confusing situation.
People were panicked.
I don't think it's him.
Unless he's an Oscar-worthy actor.
- No. He seems legit. - Record's clean.
No sign of malpractice, and the spiker would've used
a benzo in liquid form, not pills.
Agent Kemp was away with the fairies.
You couldn't sedate someone like that with Xanax,
even if it was dissolved to make it injectable.
Vo, look into the flight attendant.
Already did, and witnesses confirmed
that he never used the rear lavatory.
I briefed Sergeant Fassi
on Agent Kemp's suspected abduction.
We're prepared to shut down the borders if necessary.
Okay, what do we got so far on airport cams?
Plates were reported stolen two weeks ago.
Registered to a catering company in Tétouan.
Faces were obscured by
the sun's reflection in the windshield.
Locating the ambulance will be nearly impossible.
Northern Morocco doesn't have public video surveillance
like Casablanca. - This feels like a broken web.
What else do we got? - Nothing on Tyler's phone.
How does a passenger working for the Mocro Mafia
bypass security and get a needle on a plane?
U.S. air marshals have the capability
to bypass security checks.
All right, I want to know everything about this guy--
financials, assets, flight assignments,
what kind of toilet paper he uses to wipe his ass with.
There is a DEA director here to see Agent Forrester.
Yeah. [phone chimes]
What?
Nothing.
Rick Larson.
We spoke during Operation Trojan Shield.
I'm the DEA European regional director.
I remember you. It's nice to put
a name to a face. - Likewise.
I wish it wasn't under these circumstances.
Tell me about it. What we know so far,
Agent Kemp was heavily sedated,
abducted by two men posing as paramedics.
What we don't have is a clear motive.
I'm not gonna lie.
We're swimming in dark waters here.
If the Mocro Mafia is involved,
this isn't solely about Agent Kemp's intel
on the ports. It's about names.
Identities of undercover DEA agents.
Networks of CIs in Morocco and the EU.
Intelligence personnel, key witnesses in the US.
A lot of lives will be at risk if they put the wood to him.
But he's been trained to withstand torture.
Every man has his breaking point.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
What's an air marshal making 60K a year
doing with a brand-new fishing boat,
a $1.2 million house...
And a vial of Versed,
a potent benzodiazepine.
I can explain the money.
My mom...
sold some property in Burlington last summer.
And as for the medication... [chuckles]
Really, it's not... - What it looks like?
It looks like you're facing some serious prison time
for participating in the kidnapping of a DEA agent.
No. No, that's not. Look, I can...
If Mike Kemp is killed,
and he may already be dead,
you'll be charged with conspiracy to commit
hostage taking resulting in murder.
And when you're convicted, which you will be,
you will face the death penalty.
Or even worse, solitary confinement.
Where you'll be put for the rest of your life
in a six by eight cell. It'll be so loud.
You'll feel like you're living inside a pinball machine.
So forget your fishing and forget your house.
The highlight of your day will be shooting trash
into your toilet bowl.
Wait.
I don't know anything about a DEA agent.
We know you drugged him.
I didn't drug the guy, I swear.
You have an empty vial of Versed in your bag.
Do you know the name
Hassan Zazaar?
Leader of Mocro Mafia. Been in hiding for years.
He's blackmailing me.
It's confirmed.
The Mocro Mafia is behind Mike Kemp's abduction.
Hassan Zazaar, Moroccan citizen.
One of the most dangerous individuals
on Europol's most wanted list.
Made a name for himself from execution-style murders.
Violence against prostitutes, torture.
In Morocco, he's untouchable.
My guess is he's been using Shaw to bypass security,
transport illegal substances, bribe TSA agents.
God knows what else.
I've tried to put the genie back in the bottle for years.
The man knows where I live.
He knows what car I drive--
What does this have to do with the sedative?
♪ ♪
If I filled the syringe
and put it in the overhead bin above seat 32C,
I was promised this would be my last job.
Now, that is all I know. I swear to God.
- Which passenger used it? - I don't know.
- We are past that. - A male passenger.
He opened the bin during the flight.
- Who? - If I saw him, I would know.
[dramatic music]
Hey. Where you going?
Hey. Hey, will somebody please tell me what is going on?
We found evidence linking
your dad's disappearance to one of the passengers.
- To somebody in the hanger? - Yeah.
We're gonna get this guy. Find out what he knows.
Where are the passengers?
They've been allowed to decamp for hotels, sir.
- Who said they can go? - Airport security.
The replacement aircraft won't be here for eight hours.
The passengers kept calling the airline making complaints.
- When did this happen? - Ten minutes ago.
Damn it, the U.S. was not consulted.
They're still coordinating transfers
outside the terminal, sir. - [sighs]
Do you see him?
Not here.
Maybe he's here.
[passengers scream]
FBI, stop!
♪ ♪
We need him alive. - Stop.
Where's Mike Kemp?
Where is Mike Kemp?
A DEA agent has gone missing.
You're gonna tell me where he is,
or we can do this the hard way.
[speaks Dutch]
"He who speaks, dies."
I roll on the people I work for,
they gonna kill me and they kill my family.
I can give you Uncle Sam's protection.
You don't know with whom you deal with, do you?
I've seen them drench men in petrol.
Poof. Toss a match,
and laughing when they're all burned.
Next time when you see Agent Kemp,
you will dig his bones out of the Zagora Desert.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
He's stonewalling us.
Well, we can't keep kicking the can down the road.
You heard what he said. If it's names the cartel wants,
they will have no problem putting Mike Kemp
through hell and back until they break him.
What do we have on Aziz Harit?
Ran his headshot through Europol's SIENA platform.
Did three months at Bourkaiz Prison.
Pickpocketing. - What else?
Been married eight years. Has two young sons.
Asim and Ayan.
Owns a single-family residence in Fes.
Could be where they took Kemp.
Fes is known as a wasp's nest crawling with Mocro Mafia.
But too many police checkpoints to risk transporting
such a high-profile prisoner all the way from the airport.
I told you, I'm not talking. Where you taking me?
Stop. Where you taking me? Stop!
Stop. Where you taking me?
[indistinct chatter]
Why are we here?
Agent Forrester
is parked outside your house on Ismailia.
And if you give me Agent Kemp's location,
he'll put your wife and kids
under the United States witness protection program.
You'll never see them again,
but that's the price you'll pay
if you want them to have a better life.
Or...
I let you out of the car,
right here in the middle of Fes.
And word will spread that you cooperated
with the Sureté Nationale.
I won't have to lay a finger on you
'cause your boss, Hassan Zazaar,
will do it for me.
♪ ♪
So I'll ask you again.
This is your last chance.
Where is Mike Kemp?
Hey, stop. No. No.
Stop. Hey. Stop!
- [speaking language] - No, no.
Stop. Okay, I will take the offer.
Close the door. Close it!
[car door closes]
I'm waiting.
Okay.
Do you know what a destroyer is?
An abandoned building where cartels
take people to get what they want.
Mocro Mafia have one in El Ensanche.
Across from the pharmacy on Zerktouni.
If Agent Kemp's still alive,
that's where you'll find him.
Ambulance behind the gate. Number 43.
Copy.
All clear.
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
[men shouting, grunting]
Move in.
[grunts]
[both shout]
[shouts]
[gunfire]
[both grunting]
[screams]
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
- Cover. - Go.
Charges set.
[gunshot]
[sighs]
It's not him.
[speaks in Darija]
Do you speak English?
Yeah. Sorry.
Please forgive me.
We had no money. - Forgive you for what?
My brothers and I,
we did what we had to do to survive.
Started growing hashish.
But when my boss found out,
my brothers sold the product to someone else.
He brought me to this place
and forced me to tell him everything.
- Have you seen this man? - Yes. Here.
20 minutes ago. - Where's he now?
I heard them talking. They're transporting him
to one of Hassan Zazaar's hideouts in Tamorot.
That's in the Rif region. No man's land.
It's difficult to access. I won't even send my men there.
If we move, we can take him in transit.
Yes, there's only one road in and out of Tamorot.
What's the fastest vehicles you have in the fleet?
[engines roaring]
You're approaching two SUVs heading toward a tunnel
at the five-kilometer marker.
Any idea which one he's in?
Can't say for sure.
Lights off. Do not pit the vehicles.
Copy that. I'll take the access road.
Approach the tunnel from the north.
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
FBI, step out of the vehicle! Show us your hands!
Drop the gun. Drop it.
Out of the car!
Kemp's not in the lead vehicle.
He's not here.
Mike.
Agent Kemp is in U.S. custody.
Your dad's doing fine.
The nurse said he's been asking for you all morning.
You can go see him now.
Tyler,
it's okay.
You can see him.
It was my idea to go on this stupid trip.
I guarantee you, that's the last thing
on his mind right now.
How do you know that?
'Cause you don't need evidence
to prove a man wants to see his son.
[soft music]
Hassan Zazaar always managed to fly under the DEA's radar.
Well, his poor business decision turned on
the entire United States intelligence community--
the FBI, the NSA, the CIA.
There's not a rock he can hide under.
[knock on door]
Tyler?
Hey. I'm so sorry.
Hey, it's okay, buddy.
Everything's gonna be okay. I promise.
[chuckles]
I should've known you weren't having a heart attack.
I mean, my dad phased by a bomb?
[laughs]
Just got off the phone with DOD.
I'm sending you both home on a military jet as a precaution.
What about Athens?
I mean, we don't have to do any tours.
We can just get a hotel, get room service,
whatever you want to do. - No.
No, I think the vacation's over, buddy.
We're going home.
You want to go back to the Netherlands?
No. Home-home.
I put in for a transfer to New York.
Which was approved.
Yeah, I sacrificed enough time
away from you and our family.
I'm not gonna let another 12 years pass
watching your life on my phone screen.
[chuckles]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[indistinct soft chatter]
[couple arguing in Hungarian]
Yup. Oh, yeah. Of course.
Jamie, just, uh, yeah. Just give me a second.
Is there something--
[speaks Hungarian]
[scoffs]
Hey.
Where you going?
It just seems like you got a lot going on.
No. No, no, no.
[speaks Hungarian]
This is my sister Vera.
We had a little disagreement over the recipe.
- Nice to meet you, Jamie. - Hi.
This guy can't cook to save his life.
Bye. See you tomorrow. - Mm-hmm.
Bye.
[mouths words]
- Come in. - Thanks.
[soft music playing]
♪ ♪
As it turns out, I cannot cook or bake with one hand.
[chuckles] Thank you.
Uh, my sister insisted on her recipe,
which would have been a candle wax version,
as you described it.
Come on. Tell me how I did.
On a scale of one to ten.
Hmm.
Oh, my God. Did I...
I'm kidding.
Light and fluffy.
A rich glaze.
I give it a solid 11 for effort.
Nice. It's a good thing we have more in the kitchen then.
Mm.
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]