Taken

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Dinner with your parents?

- - Uh, sure.

- Oh, really? - Yeah, I mean...

Because...

- What? -

You don't sound all that sure.

- - It's...

I think you're really gonna like them.

And they're gonna love you.

Well, I'm not sure about that.

They already do.

What? What did you tell them?

About you? Hmm, let me see now.

- You know what I mean. - They knew Cali.

They adored Cali.

Did I forget to tell you that your loving little sister

used to brag about you, like, a lot?

- What if they don't like me? - Seriously?

- It's possible. - No, I mean

you seriously care if they like you?

Mm, that's so sweet.

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- Now you're making fun. -

Don't worry. I won't tell anyone how sweet you really are.

Do I want the soufflé?

Um, I don't know.

I-I hadn't really thought that far.

Well, if Chef insists I'm having

the soufflé and we're his guests, then I'm pretty sure

that means I'm having the soufflé.

Yes, I understand how soufflés are made,

thank you, and I just told you I'm 20 minutes out.

Harry, if...

I said I'll be there, and so I'll be there.

Uh, I'm about to lose you. I'm headed into the elevator.

Bye.

To save you the trouble,

I'm going to dinner with an old friend, Harry,

whose college roommate, it turns out, owns Zola.

Francois Zola, the celebrity chef?

What have you got?

Tomas Vitek just popped up on the radar.

Where?

Dressed as a priest?

According to the Brits, in transit from Poland.

Francois Zola was gonna cook you dinner?

- When was this? - 9:28 this morning.

- Our time or theirs? - Theirs.

He took a 10:17 flight from Heathrow

to Montreal-Trudeau, which landed three hours ago.

- And we're just finding out now? - At least the Brits caught it.

Better late than never. Montreal airport cameras picked him up

taking a cab to a nearby hotel and then, poof, gone.

- Anything on the cab? - Stolen. Ringer plates.

Ping Bryan.

- Bryan? - Tell him I'm on my way.

Okay.

What?

- Just Bryan? - For now. That a problem?

Just checking.

We're gonna need the helicopter.

Uh, one more thing.

What?

Probably respectful to cancel the soufflé.

Thanks.

Hold that thought.

- What is it? - I got to go.

- Right now? - Yeah.

At... Ten after midnight?

I'll let you know about getting together with your folks.

How do I know it's not a ploy for you to get out of it?

- You got me. -

Mmm.

Mm, mm. No.

No, no, no, no.

I got to go.

- - Bye.

We've been trying to get a hold of you for the past 15 minutes.

I was asleep.

Tomas Vitek... Believed to be the man

behind a catalog of arms deals supplying military-grade

weapons in bulk to everything from coups and dictators

to terrorists and the cartel.

The Cartel? Singular?

- Well, more specifically... - The Mejia Cartel.

So you're telling me the weapons used by the men

who murdered my sister were supplied by him?

According to the FBI, almost certainly, yes.

So now we're gonna find him.

- That's today's date time-code. - Correct again.

This should be interesting.

Can't even imagine what that must feel like.

Face-to-face with your sister's murderer?

Why make him do this?

- To face his demons? - Or maybe it's

her way of showing him she's finally starting to trust him.

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- What's this? - Look at the picture.

Do they think sending you in here will intimidate me?

Word on the street is you don't need much intimidating.

Every time they've asked you to rat someone out,

you've barely blinked.

What is this?

It's a test.

A psychological test...

To see if I've gotten past my need

to rip out your throat for murdering my sister.

Truth is...

That desire to avenge her murder

will never completely go away.

It's an unrealistic expectation.

It's not like there's a Tibetan monastery

in my future or anything like that.

But can I control the urge to kill you?

I'm getting there.

Now look at the picture.

I've never seen him.

See, I happen to know that he supplied the weapons

your men used to murder my sister.

But okay...

What are you doing?

- If it were up to me... -

I'd throw you over the side, but it isn't.

So now you're no use to us,

it's time to transfer you to a federal facility.

Where?

- What does it matter? -

They're all the same for bitches and snitches.

Open up!

Wait.

Wait!

Hold it!

Tomas Vitek.

Tell me something I don't know.

Let me see the picture again.

Montreal.

Keep talking.

If he's there, someone...

Someone is making a move from the north...

Someone who needs a lot of firepower.

Have you ever met him up there?

Yes. I met him there once before.

Where?

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Can I ask you something?

I'd like Montreal.

And you miss being in the field?

Zero, this is Alpha. Radio check.

Great jazz.

Zero, Roger. Strength... ten.

The food, the food is to die for.

Target on the move. Stand by.

We've got eyes on Vitek and two others.

Long leash, let the dog run.

- Alpha, Roger. - Mobile one following.

Why, do you have a problem with me being in the field?

No. I'm good.

- - Merci.

Mailman, 11 o'clock.

The first cab in the cab line has passed on two fares

since we sat down.

Are you getting this?

Like we're right there with you.

The game just changed.

Dog find a bone?

No. He found a much bigger dog.

Wait, is that Jimmy Dunne?

And I think we just found our weapons buyer.

- Be right back. - What are you doing?

- I got this. - Sit d...

Bryan, get back here, right now.

The guy was involved in his sister's murder.

He's not gonna let this go.

It worked. I got away with it.

How do you know you got away with it?

The answer is you don't. Do you even know who Jimmy Dunne is?

He's a mobster, like that Whitey Bulger.

Dunne is in an entirely different league.

He used to own the top corner and Whitey Bulger.

Do you know what the top corner is?

New York, Boston, Chicago, everything in between.