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Mm. Looks good.

both:

So what do you miss
most about New York?

Mm.

I'd trade my right pinky
for a doughnut.

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.

♪ 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.

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?

Attention please.

Captain has turned on
the seat belt sign.

All passengers need to return
to their seats immediately.

Thank you.

This is your pilot.

Please prepare for
an emergency landing.

There's a bomb on the plane.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

Hey, Dad.
What's wrong?

You okay?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Do you see him?

Not here.

Maybe he's here.

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.

"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.

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?

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!

No, no.

Stop.
Okay, I will take the offer.

Close the door.
Close it!

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.

Move in.

- Cover.
- Go.

Charges set.

It's not him.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Tyler?

Hey. I'm so sorry.

Hey, it's okay, buddy.

Everything's gonna be okay.
I promise.

I should've known you weren't
having a heart attack.

I mean,
my dad phased by a bomb?

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.

Yup. Oh, yeah. Of course.

Jamie, just, uh, yeah.
Just give me a second.

Is there something--

Hey.

Where you going?

It just seems like
you got a lot going on.

No. No, no, no.

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.

- Come in.
- Thanks.

As it turns out, I cannot cook
or bake with one hand.

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.