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DR. ANA CASTILLO:

2,000 years ago,
Antony and Cleopatra,

two of the most powerful people
in the world, fell in love.

Their relationship brought
civil war to the Roman Empire

and an end to
the Ptolemaic Dynasty of Egypt.

They were said
to be buried together.

Throughout the ages,

their final resting place
has remained hidden.

Until now.

(wind whistling)

MAX:
Doctor, this is a dead end.

No, Max.
This is a door.

Here's where the lever would go
to open it.

Wait. So your
theory was right?

There's only one way
to find out.

(groaning,
indistinct chatter)

(wind whistling)

(garbled radio transmission)

Light it up.

What the...?

There's only one of them here.

It's only Antony.

MAX:
Dr. Castillo! Come.

You see?

Afrika Korps
from the Nazi invasion of Egypt.

MAX:
So, what, they found the
secret room and got sealed in?

By who?

It doesn't make
any sense.

"All those

"who would disturb the sacred
tomb will come to no swift death

and be cursed
for all eternity."

(indistinct chatter)

Call back to base camp.

Notify the Egyptian Ministry
of our find.

(radio chirps,
sound of man yelling, gunfire)

MAX:
Stay right here.

(gunfire, men yelling)

(shrieks)

(gunfire continues)

(gasps)
Oh.

(glass shatters)

MAN:
Get up.

Where's the other sarcophagus?

Where is Cleopatra?

Even if I knew,
I wouldn't tell you.

Set the explosives.

No! No, you can't.

Take her.

And deal with them.

No! No!

No! No! You can't do that! No!

(groans softly)

(panting)

Aah!

(engine revs)

(rumbling)

♪ ♪

YOSHI:
Danny?

Yoshi.

This is incredible.

How do you not just stare
at this stuff all day?

I appreciate you coming by,
Danny, but I'm kind of busy,

so if you want to get
to the point...

Not a problem.

I just came to
take the Vermeer.

I'll be out
of your way.

Dude, we talked about this.

I can't just
give away a Vermeer.

You won't be giving it away.
You'll be giving it back

to its rightful
owner, my client.

You know, we have provenance
on this painting going back

over 70 years.

I have a photo of my
client with the painting.

You have a photo
of a little girl

who could be anyone
standing in front

of what may or may not be
our painting.

Look, this photo-- unlike the
rest of my client's family--

is all that made it
out of Auschwitz.

(sighs)

Okay. Fine.

Let's do this.

You see, the Nazis--
they weren't just murderers.

They were murderers
who kept meticulous records.

These are manifests for art

seized by Hitler's treasure
hunters in the E.R.R.

Now here is an entry
for the painting,

as well as the
family name Hoffman.

The painting is then transferred
to the Jeu de Paume in Paris,

where it is received
by Hermann Goring...

Okay, okay, okay!

Look, I'm trying
to help, Danny,

but this painting will sell
at auction for $30 million.

Yoshi...

I feel the good in you.

The conflict.

Sorry to interrupt, fellas.

Mr. Reece.

Jay.

I had no idea that you were
visiting us today.

Actually, I need him.

And I couldn't help
overhearing.

So, Yoshi, here's the deal.

The auction house is gonna give
Danny the painting for free.

In return,
pick any two paintings.

I'll exhibit them in my museum
for, say, six months.

They'll double in value,

and you'll get to avoid
all the bad PR that'll come

from his client's lawsuit,

which I will pay for.

That's very generous
of you, Mr. Reece.

I'm sure that
we can find a way

to accommodate you.

Thank you, Yoshi.
Thank you, Jay.

Nothin', kid. Come on,
my ride's waiting.

How's it going, Yates?

Not too bad, Danny.
Yourself?

Living the dream.

Attaboy.

Ana Castillo was there,
Danny, at the pyramids.

Oh, my God. Is she okay?

It appears she's been taken,
along with her discovery.

She found Antony
and Cleopatra.

After all these years,
she found them.

Whoa-oa-oa. Hold on.

Dr. Castillo found
Antony and Cleopatra?

In the pyramids?

That doesn't make any sense.

I know.

But she discovered evidence
that they had been moved

into the pyramids
hundreds of years ago.

(exhales sharply)

She sent me a message

that she had found the tomb
right before the attack.

Her body wasn't there, so
I need you to help me find her.

Jay, you-you know what
Dr. Castillo means to me.

I want to help, but I'm--

I'm not that guy anymore.

You should call the FBI.

Well, I would,
if you still worked there.

All right, look, the best way
to find Ana is to

follow the treasure
to the terrorists,

the same way you tracked
Karim Farouk.

That didn't exactly end well.

Danny, there's nobody better

at tracking blood antiquities
than you.

And I promise, you will have
every dollar, every connection

that is mine at your disposal.

Ana does not have time
for all the red tape.

She needs you to save her.

You're letting me borrow
your jet?

One of my jets, yeah.

For incidentals.

You get a fix on Ana's location,
you call me.

I'll send in the K&R team.

Do not rush in there
trying to make up for the past.

Can you call in a favor,
pull a passport for me?

Yeah, give me the name, I'll
have Yates track it for you.

Lexi Vaziri.

(scoffs)
Tell me you're joking.

I need her.

Well, that's honest, at least.

I need her help
to find Dr. Castillo.

Kid, I know how much
you love to try and save

beautiful, broken things...

I appreciate you trying
to look out for me, Jay,

but I know what I'm doing.

Safe flight, Danny.

♪ ♪

(cork pops)

I suppose this will do.

It's the best they have.

So, how does a Middle Eastern
girl get an English accent?

Boarding school.
Briarcliff.

I went to Kerrisdale.

Mm.

Our rowing club crushed you
every year at the Regatta.

(chuckles)

You cheated every year
at the Regatta.

Half your team was
on steroids.

Why are you still dressed?

♪ All it costs
is just a minute now ♪

♪ For one dollar,
you can show me how ♪

♪ I'll take your hand
and then your worries, too ♪

♪ In just one dance ♪

♪ I'll make your dreams
come true. ♪

(beeping)

(trilling)

(exhales)
Hello there.

(device chimes)

(woman calling out
from next room)

Who are you?

I'm his mistress.

I'm his mistress!

(woman screaming)

(man shouting indistinctly)

Hey!

(exhales)

(siren blaring)

(tires screech)

(panting)

Hey!

(officers shouting in French)

(pants)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hey.

O-Okay...

You have got to be joking.

I know you didn't...

Look, I get it,
but it's important.

Are you stalking me?

No.

I tracked your
passport to France.
A credit card hit

on one of your aliases
pointed me here.

Really?

Okay, yeah, that did sound
like I was stalking you, but...

someone's in trouble,

and I need your help.

Good old
Danny McNamara.

Always playing the hero
no matter how many lives

he ruins in
the process.

Have you been watching the news?

(sighs)

Egypt?

Yeah.

Well, it wasn't

just terrorism,
it was an art heist.

The tomb

of Antony and Cleopatra
was in the pyramid.

You do know that the pyramids
are 2,000 years older

than Antony
and Cleopatra?

Mm.

So why hasn't the news
mentioned it?

Only four people know.

Including my mentor,
Dr. Castillo,

who was taken.

My father always said
that tomb was cursed.

I don't remember you

being superstitious.

All I know is that

no one who's ever gone looking

for it has come back alive.

So I hope you find her, Danny.
Good luck.

Okay.

Fine. If that's what you want.

(door closes)

(speaking French)

Excusez-moi.

Okay, don't do it for me.

Do it to help me
catch the bastards

who destroyed the symbol
of your country.

Why do you need me?

I need someone who
thinks like a criminal...

who has access to people
and places I don't.

Together, we can find
Dr. Castillo

much faster than I can alone.

And you really think
you can get me out of this?

Yeah. The Minister of Interior
owes me a favor.

You mentioned something
about a finder's fee?

I don't believe I did, no.

Nice try.

The tomb of Antony
and Cleopatra would be

one of the biggest finds
in history.

I think my efforts are worth
at least a million euros.

For you, a million five.

I'm sure we can
work something out.

Good.

I heard, through the grapevine,
that some Egyptian antiquities

are gonna be on sale
tomorrow night

at a black-market bazaar
in Rome.

Don't know where or when,
but you could tag along.

Assuming you don't slow me down.

Deal.

Tell me: how, exactly,
were you planning on

getting to Rome while
locked behind bars?

I wasn't too worried about it.

Wait...

(bells tolling)

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

(officer shouting orders)

Freeze. FBI. Don't move.

(groaning)

(police speaking French)

Well, I hope you have
a good lawyer, Miss.

(police radio chatter)

I heard you started
some international law firm.

Oh. Now who's stalking who?

It's a small world.

Yeah, I practice
international law.

My "firm" is me working
out of my apartment.

And knowing you, most of
your clients are pro bono,

so who's footing the bill
for all this?

Jay Reece.

Ah.

He was funding
Dr. Castillo's expedition.

Protecting his investment.
Got it.

Trying to save
Dr. Castillo's life.

Oh, come on, he's trying
to save the treasure

he spent a fortune to find.

I know how rich guys think.

You don't know him.

Really? And how do you
know Jacob Reece?

It's a long story, but he's
one of the few people

who have actually
been there for me.

Just like Dr. Castillo.

She's pretty hot.

Maybe he's boning her.

Hey, when did you
steal my phone?

And how did
you unlock it?

It's just a helpful little tool
I picked up in Hong Kong.

No one is boning--

Look, is it so difficult
for you to imagine

that sometimes people
just do nice things?

Does he call her "Dr. Castillo,"
or does he call her "Ana"?

Aha.

That doesn't prove anything.

Old people need love,
too, Danny.

Look, they're more like my
parents than my actual parents.

So I just don't want
to picture them that way.

Okay?

You haven't changed...
at all.

What is that supposed to mean?

Forget it. There's a reason
we were never gonna work.

Oh. There's a thousand reasons
we were never gonna work.

I've got a lead on
the black-market bazaar,

but we have to make
a stop first.

You need a suit.

I don't see what's wrong
with what I'm wearing.

Exactly the problem.

You never used to mind
my clothes

when we were together.

That's because I assumed
it was an FBI thing.

Like they preferred for you
to dress, you know, boring.

What?

The point is, rich people
dress in a way that signals

to other rich people
that they belong.

That's why the $400
T-shirt exists.

Where we're going, you will
stick out like a sore thumb,

and that will get us killed.

Doesn't look like a store.

Oh, now you're
picking a lock.

Come on!

Danny, I think
we can both agree

that we obviously
don't have time

to buy you a suit and get it
properly tailored for tonight.

So, this is my
ex-boyfriend's place.

You're both the same size,

and he has style.

Well, don't just stand there.

(camera shutter clicking)

(speaking Italian)

I feel very uncomfortable
in a stolen suit.

Oh, calm down.
He's not gonna miss it.

I'm not in the FBI anymore.

You break the law,
I can't protect you.

Oh, I've never needed a man
to protect me.

Ma.

Normally, I would have
shot you by now,

but Mama says I need
to work on my English.

Mama thinks your friend is
an Interpol agent.

(chuckles)

You're joking.

He's my boy toy.
I literally got him that suit.

You can't be too careful
these days.

I'm going to need proof

you're not working for the cops.

You can ask your daughter,
Sophia.

Your daughter
is a friend.

I know you haven't spoken
in a long time.

You tell me what I want to know,

and I can help smooth things
over between you two.

I-I hear she has
a little boy now.

Niko, yeah.

He has his grandfather's eyes.

You know, I wouldn't
have minded a heads-up

that we were meeting
with the Mafia.

I've got a friend in Interpol
who could have helped.

Oh, great idea.

Until your friend
tipped off the Aluzzos,

then no more
black-market bazaar,

Antony and Cleopatra
disappear,

you lose Dr. Castillo
and I lose my finder's fee.

Gwen Karlsson would
never do that.

All it takes is
one bad apple.

And I don't know Gwen.

Agent Karlsson.

Captain Fabi.

(speaks Italian)

You do know you're supposed
to sip that, right?

Why is the Carabinieri
following Danny McNamara?

Come.

Let's discuss this inside.

FABI:
McNamara is involved

in the blood antiquities ring
we've been monitoring.

I assume that's a joke.

(chuckles)

I don't think I've ever
heard you tell a joke, Gwen.

Agent Karlsson.

My apologies.
Agent Karlsson.

The woman with McNamara
is Lexi Vaziri.

She was arrested
in Monte Carlo last night.

McNamara pulled strings
to get her out.

They arrived together
in Rome three hours ago.

Coincidentally,
a dozen known traffickers

have also entered Rome
in the last 48 hours.

There's a black-market bazaar
happening somewhere

in Rome tonight.

Captain Fabi,

Danny does a lot of work

repatriating stolen art.

He's probably just
investigating it.

Well, why hasn't he
liaised with me

or anyone else
at the Carabinieri?

Did he reach out
to anyone at Interpol?

You know, I worked with Danny
when he was at the FBI.

That was during the Farouk
investigation, right?

The one he botched
by letting him get away?

Farouk was killed.

By the Egyptians,
a year later.

No thanks to the FBI.

All because of
McNamara's mistake.

You know, something like that
could really change a man.

You're being absurd.

Danny is the most moral and
ethical person I've ever met.

In that case,

what is the most ethical
and moral person

you've ever met doing

meeting with the
Aluzzo Mafia, hmm?

(exhales)

Don't forget, Agent Karlsson,

you are a guest here.

This is my investigation.

And this?

Well, this looks like conspiracy
to traffic in blood antiquities.

I'm going to get a warrant
for their arrest.

(sighs)

Are you at all concerned
that we don't know anything

about what we're walking into?

We know exactly what
we're walking into.

A black-market bazaar
thrown by dangerous criminals,

attended by greedy
and unscrupulous people.

Oh, so, for you, just
another Saturday night.

BOY:
Oh.

Carlo sent me.

Good. I thought we came
to the wrong place.

I'm taking you
the back way.

Ladies first.

Prego.

Any problem you have
with a seller

is your problem.

Unless it gets in the way
of business.

Then it becomes my problem.

Don't become my problem.

(indistinct chatter)

(chuckles)

It's like a rich
douche convention.

Rue de Village by Pissarro.

It-it disappeared in 1938.

This statue
from the 13th century was stolen

from the temple complex
in Jaipur.

This is incredible.

Hmm.

Art.

It's just another version
of the $400 T-shirt.

Oh, come on.

You look at a van Gogh,
you're seeing the universe

through the eyes
of a mad genius.

These... these
objects have value

because they connect
us with our past, and...

(sighs)

...reflect who we are.

Oh, come on.

You can't possibly
be that naive.

(sighs) Danny, I
know these people.

They'd come from all over the
world to visit my father's shop.

He was like you, you know?

Every artifact
had its own history.

He had the same lights in his
eyes when he talked about it,

but all they cared about
was which house

something would go into,
how the color would match the...

DANNY:
Huh. Egyptian artifacts.

Depictions
of Antony and Cleopatra.

It must be from their tomb.

LEXI:
Wow.

If the tomb was intact
when Dr. Castillo found it,

there should be
a lot more stuff here.

Yeah, like, where are
Antony and Cleopatra?

Oh. That's Aiden Shaw.

I read his file.
Thought he was an arms dealer.

Well, these days,
the treasure business

can be as lucrative
as selling guns.

Looks like he's diversified.

Yeah, but he's just a middleman.

No way he could've pulled off
the attack at the pyramid.

We need to find out
who hired him.

Interpol can get
the data off his phone.

No. We can get the data
off his phone.

Give me a bump into him,
I'll get his phone to you,

and put it back before
he even notices it was gone.

I don't think-- I don't think...

Oh, and don't make your move

until he takes the phone out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Your Egyptian collection
is extraordinary.

Late Ptolemaic era?

It's not the only extraordinary
thing here tonight.

Shaw.

Aiden Shaw.

Enchanted.

Don't I know you?

(clears throat)

Simon.

Simon Hardwick.

S-Swear we've met. Have we?

I just have one of those faces.

Oh, right.

What's your game?

What, are you a buyer?
You a seller? You...

Oh, uh, uh, appraisal, mostly.

(clears throat)

Had my eye on her as well.

Procurement's my expertise.

You know, I, um,
I get things for people.

Hard to get,
high-value things.

(laughs softly) Guys like us
should really stick together...

...Special Agent McNamara.

Yeah, it took me a
while to place you.

I was out of my element
the last time we met.

You were certainly in yours.

I'm, uh, just a civilian now.

Yeah, of course,
of course.

I mean, don't worry.

I'll keep your secret.

Now you owe me one.

These are from a recently
unearthed tomb.

Oh.

Have you ever heard
of Antony and Cleopatra?

Wow. I was looking for something
a little more elegant,

a little less cursed.

Well, I'm not
the superstitious type.

But if these aren't your style,

I do have a few
other, larger items

that are not
on display.

Hmm.

The collection is extensive.

Let me know when something...

...catches your fancy.

Lovely.

You know, on
second thought,

maybe I will go
with one of these.

Antony and Cleopatra does
say "bedroom," doesn't it?

Exactly what I've been thinking.

(chuckles)

(gasps) God...

Oh! I am so, so sorry.

DANNY:
Ah... Honest mistake. I was
distracted by the Degas.

You have done quite enough,
thank you.

(clears throat)

Thank you. Sorry.

Where were we?

Getting to know each other.

In fact,
I have a question for you.

(gun clicks)

Who do you work for?

How did you get
a gun in here?

(exhales)
That is not

what you should
be worried about right now.

You and I are going to go
someplace private to talk.

Pack it up. We're leaving, now.

Polizia!

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking in Italian)

GWEN:
Nobody move!

(people screaming)

Danny!

Gwen. Hey. How's it going?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I, uh, I-- you know...

(laughs)
...it's funny, actually...

You know, I should really let
you get back to it.

You're doing good work.

SHAW:
Now, for the last time,
who do you work for?

DANNY:
She works for me.

I don't work for you.

You're welcome.

Huh. Took you long enough.

It was kind of chaotic in there.

And perfect timing for Interpol
to show up, don't you think?

Yes.

I texted Gwen.

Oh, I knew it.

You just couldn't
help yourself, could you?

You had to call the police,

because you're
so unbelievably predictable.

We're lucky they
were close by.

You needed the help.

Help?

I was handling it.

Now the Mob knows we tipped off
the authorities.

I sent the text
from Shaw's phone.

Huh.

Was Gwen the Victoria's Secret
model with the shotgun?

She may have done some modeling
to put herself through school.

Huh.

What-- hey.

Lexi? What...
What are you doing?

Oh, no!

(dog barking in distance)

You got
to be kidding me.

Oh, my...

Okay.

I need you to tie Shaw up,

get him in the trunk
while I hot-wire this thing.

What?

I'm wearing a stolen suit,

colluding with the Mob

and now we've moved on to
grand theft auto and kidnapping?

Well, you're the one
who came to me,

the criminal, remember?

Now, do you want to stay here
and get arrested

or get in the damn car
and save your friend Castillo?

Fine. But I'm leaving a note.

(knocking on door)

(speaks in Arabic)

Reza Vaziri?

Agent Daniel McNamara.

FBI. Do you
have a minute?

What is this about?

(sighs)

Be better if we
came in, sir.

There is nothing

to say, sir.

She made it clear years ago,

this is the life
she wanted for herself

and I am done trying
to keep her out of jail.

I understand, sir,
but this is a sensitive matter.

We can't talk in the street.

Baba,

can we please come in?

♪ ♪

(door closes)

You have every right
to be mad at me.

I never listened.

You never...

You...

Always getting into trouble.

Stop saying things
I want to say.

I'm just trying
to show you I understand.

And that this time
it's different, I promise.

I'm trying to do something good.

I mean, I-I did do
something bad,

but I'm doing something good now
if you'll help me.

What is it?

The FBI, they want to use
your antique shop

to set up a sting operation
on Karim Farouk.

The terrorist?

We can stop him.

I get a chance to start over.

A clean slate, you and me.

Please.

I will hear this man out.

Thank you.

(speaking Arabic)

DANNY:
Farouk is on the line.

Operation is a go.

Predator 138,
move to quadrant Echo Charlie.

Stand by for holding
and confirmation.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Farouk's location
is confirmed.

Middle vehicle.

Tell the task force
they're a go.

(speaking Arabic)

(radio crackling, faint chatter)

Keep talking.
(clears throat)

What happens now?

Well, while your dad
keeps Farouk on the line,

a Blackhawk
full of FBI agents

and Asim's Egyptian Commandos
is on its way.

They'll stop the car
with a bullet through

the engine block,
the team fast ropes down,

arrests Farouk.

30 seconds
to target.

(faint radio chatter)

Target has deviated
from his current route.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

ASIM:
It can't be.

It's like he knows
we are coming.

Target just crossed

over the border into Libya.

(groans) Damn!

(Danny exhales)

We have to break
off pursuit.

Wait, why?

We have been hunting Farouk
for six months.

Now we have him.

DANNY: We have no
jurisdictional

agreement to operate in Libya.

ASIM: I can have

two Egyptian Ari Force MIGs
on station in 90 seconds.

We can call in
an air strike.

That's...

(speaking Arabic)

That's an act of war.

He has killed hundreds
of my people.

Yours, too.

We are already at war.

You launch a missile
that close to the market

and miss, we'll kill
a hundred more innocent people.

I am in charge of
the Egyptian end

of this operation.

I don't need
your permission.

Asim, we'll get
another chance at him.

(speaking Arabic)

Do not engage.
Do not engage.

He hang up with me.

Farouk suspected something.

Danny?

I hope you're right.

For his sake.

Danny.

It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna get this guy.

And we'll
keep you safe.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Believe in curses now?

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

Does this look
like a police station?

We know you're selling
the treasure

for whoever
bombed the pyramid.

You're gonna tell us
who you're working for.

I have nothing to say
to either of you.

(stammers) What are you doing?

I'm gonna stick this
in your knee.

See if that gets you talking.

(panicked mumbling)

Torture doesn't work.

Oh, I'm willing

to roll the dice.

He's gonna say anything
to get you to stop.

It's not gonna help
us find Dr. Castillo.

You haven't learned
a damn thing since Farouk.

What does Farouk
have to do with this?

You let him get away.

I didn't have a choice.

(groans) Thank God
the Egyptians killed him

because you're so great
at tracking down

the bad guys,
but you refuse to do

what you have to do
to stop them.

BOTH:
Hey.

(grunts)

(phone buzzes)

Interesting.

I reached out
to my friend in the SAS.

Aiden Shaw's convoy
was hit by

a roadside bomb
in Tikrit in 2010

on the same day
an American contractor named

Dwayne Coleman disappeared.

Looks a lot like you.

You stole
a dead man's identity...

(chuckles)

Dwayne.

LEXI: So...
you're a forgery

of a bad-ass.

Suddenly you make
a lot more sense.

(American accent):
I saw a business opportunity.
And I made it work.

Don't think I'm a bad-ass?
Go ahead, try me.

Is Dr. Castillo alive?

I-I have no idea who that is.

Then who hired you?

I never met him.

I get instructions
via text

and paid through middlemen.

Feel free to tag me in.

Look, my partners
grabbed all the loot.

If I don't return
it, I'm dead.

If I return everything
to the guys who hired me,

they'll still pay me
half my fee.

How?

When I reach out to them

with an authentication code,

they'll give me
a rendezvous point.

I'll send it to you.

Mm, it's a nice try.

You're gonna reach out
to them now.

This is how I make my living.

I don't ask you to do
whatever it is you do for free.

(Lexi sighs)

How much?

(sighs)

Uh, making enemies is expensive.

(groans)

Oh, my God.

I'll need a
new identity,

there's moving costs,
I may never get to see

my favorite bar again,
that's a hard thing...

Please, please let me stab him.

(stammers) Let's call it
$2 million.

(sighs) All right.
I need to make a phone call.

Keep an eye on him.

Wait, wait, wait.
Man, where you going?

Don't leave me here with her.

Oh.

(Lexi shushes)

Hold on now,
hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

(phone buzzes)

Hi, where are you?

Just outside of Rome.

I think we're close
to finding Dr. Castillo.

But I need some more money
to pay off an arms dealer

who is acting as a middleman.

He wants $2 million.

You trust him?

Trust? (laughs)

No, but...
I'm all out of options.

All right, fine. U-Uh, text me
the account information.

Yeah, will do.

Okay, I got the money.

Wait.

What?

You let Shaw go.

And you gave him the car.

I did do that, yeah.

But I kept your shield.

(brakes squeaking, cars honking)

(exhales)

If anything's missing,
just let me know.

So I'm a New Yorker now?

Yep.

Screw you!

Dad.

(laughing): Sorry.

I'm trying it out.

You're a natural.

LEXI: Oh.

Hey, careful with that.

(chatting quietly)

Thank you, Danny.

Well, as long as
Farouk is out there,

Egypt isn't safe for you.

It's the least we can do.

I mean, thank you

for what you have done
for my daughter.

Lexi has not
always been easy.

She lost her mom
when she was younger, and...

I think she has been rebelling
against God ever since.

Despite the circumstances of
how you came into her life,

it's been a very good
thing for her.

It's not like that.

I see...

how you look at each other.

Hmm?

LEXI: Okay.

Come on.

Got to meet the
broker in ten minutes.

Going apartment hunting.

I'll see you at dinner.

Your dad knows
about us.

That gonna be a
problem for you?

Not as long as he doesn't
tell the FBI.

(chuckles)

I think your
secret's safe.

(high-pitched ringing)

(car alarm whooping)

(muffled grunting)

(groans)

(Lexi grunts)

Lexi.

(coughing)

No, no.

Dad!

Dad... Dad, no!

(sobbing):
No.

I trusted you.

You said you'd protect us,

and I trusted you.

(sobbing):
I trusted you.

(sirens approaching)

(weeping)

What, what was this?

Revenge?

For what happened
to your father?

You don't think
I've replayed

every moment in my head
over and over?

I was certain they'd get
Farouk another way.

I was wrong.

I found...

(beads rattle)

...your father's prayer beads
in the debris from the shop.

I've carried them with me
every day since.

Keep them.

I spent two years

hating you.

Only because it was easier
than hating myself.

I told Shaw you worked
for the government,

and that he was going to go
to prison if he didn't run.

I said I'd stall you for
a small cut of his profits.

If he thinks he's safe,
he'll lead us right to them.

What-- How? Wh--

Fun fact.

This little gadget doesn't
just unlock the phone.

It replaces maps app with
an identical program,

only mine has a geo tracker
that pings me

every time it changes location.

Right now, he's
heading south

on Via Del Mare. I'm
just giving him enough

of a head start so he doesn't
know we're following him.

You knew you were gonna do this
when I went to make that call.

You don't get a guy like Shaw
to do something by giving him

what he wants.

You make him think
he's getting one over on you.

Face it. It's why
you needed me, Danny.

You knew I would force you

to do whatever it took
to get Castillo back.

DANNY:
All right.
Let's go get him.

(men speaking German)

(men speaking German)

MAN:
Allah! Allah!

(screaming)

We are too late.

Cleopatra is gone.

She is on the truck.

We need to find her now.

(grunts)

Seal them in. They will serve
in the afterlife.

Please.

(screams):
No!

What happened in Rome?

Things got complicated.

Did you bring
the originals?

Of course.

You think I'd try
to fool you with copies?

My men are unloading the
bigger pieces as we speak.

I hope so.
For your sake.

Easy there.

My sincere apologies about
the complications in Rome.

Dr. Castillo, confirm

the authenticity
of the pieces.

Sorry I wasn't able

to fence more of
the Egyptian artifacts.

If anything is wrong,
you're a dead man.

Mr. McNamara... welcome
to the Janus Freeport.

I am the director, Rory Muller.

It's very nice
to meet you.

This is my
executive assistant.

Pleasure.

Please. The pleasure
is all mine.

Any friends of Mr. Reece...

Well, he's still old school.

Isn't quite sold on
using a free port.

Actually, the concept of
a free port is not a new one.

They used to be simple shacks
where items could be held

during stops over long voyages

to avoid paying taxes.

Only the shack has gotten
much nicer.

Please, follow me.

(beeps)

After what happened in Egypt,
Mr. Reece is looking

for something
absolutely secure.

Think of us like a Swiss bank,

full of tiny Swiss banks.

I'd love to see
your ops center.

It is normally off-limits
to our clients.

But for Mr. Reece,
we'd be happy to oblige.

It's all authentic.

Excellent.

I'll just take my payment
and be on my way.

(whispering)

The-the people that
kidnapped you,

what did they
look like?

He's nothing special.
She's exotic.

Hair like a model
in a shampoo commercial.

Yes. That's her.

(chuckles)

The two people
that let you go...

just showed up at the
front of this building.

You led them
right to us.

(gunshot)

Crate up
the sarcophagus.

(shouts in foreign language)

Leave the rest.

Chain her up.

Oh, God!

Ah!

Ow...

I need to slow
them down.

RORY:
There's constant surveillance,
24 hours a day,

as well as a video record of
all entries into the vaults.

Do you mind if my girl

takes notes for Mr. Reece?

Of course not.

By all means.

Are there cameras
inside the vaults as well?

Oh, no.

The only compromise we make
for total privacy

is the safety system, which can
sense a fire and extinguish it

without harm to property.

DANNY:
Is there any concern about
someone hacking the system,

accessing the video?

Absolutely not.

It's a closed loop
CCTV system.

Completely unhackable.

The only way
to access

this feed is

from inside this
room here.

(chuckles) And that
would be quite a feat.

Well, Rory,

I'm impressed.
Lexi?

Oh, I've got

everything I need.

Ah,

excuse me, sir.

It's a very

important message that
needs your attention.

Yeah-- Rory?
Give us a minute.

Meet you upstairs.
We can talk some numbers.

Yeah?

Danny...

is this...

DANNY:
Dr. Castillo.
We found her.

Can you pull up
another angle?

Mm-hmm.

See where they
took her?

One level down,

vault 22, looks like, she's...

That's... Farouk.

You told me they killed him!

Lexi!

Lexi!

Lexi!

Lexi!

Lexi!

CASTILLO:
Danny!

Hey. Thank God.

Are you okay?

Y-Yeah, yeah.
Just get me out of here.

(groans)

"Bulletproof," my ass.

Damn vest was supposed
to be state of the art.

Does it look like state
of the art to you? Oh...

(whimpers)
This seems like a lot of blood.

Damn it.

(panting)

Smoke?

AUTOMATED VOICE: Warning.

Okay.

Fire mitigation activated.

Exit all vaults.

Lot of wood in there, man.
You got to put that out.

Yeah, the system's
gonna put the fire out.

Oh, good.

But when it does that,

it's gonna suck all the oxygen
out of the room and kill us.

Man, you should've
started with that part.

Warning. Vault door closing
in ten seconds.

Exit all vaults.

Here, help me with her.

No, no, no, no.

Help!

Oxygen depletion sequence
will begin in 60 seconds.

Help! Help!

This door's locked from
the outside. We're trapped.

I've got an idea.

CASTILLO:
I can do it.

It's not the first time
I've been shot.

SHAW:
Shouldn't we be trying
to call somebody

or find a button
that opens the doors?

There's no time, and no way
to stop it. (grunts)

SHAW:
Mummies?

DANNY: Inside this,
we'll have an air pocket

to survive, until
the fire's out

and the oxygen's turned back on.

Are you insane?
I'm not getting in there.

There could be
some kind of bacteria

or something that could kill us.

Toxic mold, actually.

Lord Carnarvon

is said to have died
because of it

after opening King Tut's tomb.

Okay.

Thus, the speculation
of the curse.

DANNY:
Shaw!

Live in here or die out there.

Your choice.

Oxygen depletion sequence
will begin

in ten, nine,

eight, seven, six...

Scoot over.

five... oxygen depletion
sequence activated.

(exhales)

Uh, I think this
one just moved.

Nothing moved, Shaw.

Just breathe.

I-I'm gonna die
of mummy cancer.

Fire extinguished.

Oxygen depletion sequence
complete.

Ventilation restored.

SHAW:
Get me out of here!

CASTILLO: Oh, careful.

Oh, ooh-- man,

I don't like tight spaces.

You did great.

Really?

Mostly.

Thank you-- ooh.

DANNY:
I got to find Lexi.

I'll be back.

It's nice meeting you.

(exhales)

Lexi, where the hell are you?

(horn honking)

(tires screeching)

(thudding)

(screams)

(grunts)

(shouts)

(panting)

DANNY:
Gwen. Karim Farouk
is still alive.

You need to call Interpol,
liaise with the FBI--

what-- what...?
What are you doing?

You're being remanded
into my custody,

taken back to Rome.

She was found
breaking into a car.

Hitchhiking isn't
exactly safe, is it?

Castillo okay?

Yeah. She's on another plane
in protective custody.

Are you angry at me?

Oh, just a little raw at nearly
being suffocated to death.

If you'd gone after Farouk
with me,

it wouldn't have been an issue.

Dr. Castillo and Shaw
would be dead.

(scoffs)
That moron is still alive?

His bulletproof vest
took most of the hit.

He ran off with the rubies
from Cleopatra's headdress.

Great.
It all worked out, then.

You are unbelievable.
You know that?

You're unbelievable.

If anyone
should be mad here, it's me.

You told me Farouk was dead.

According to the
authorities, he was.

Well, the authorities
were wrong, Gwen.

Agent Karlsson.

You worked the Farouk case?

Danny was my Interpol liaison.

What's your
connection to Farouk?

He killed my father.

After you guys
failed to catch him.

Sorry, I didn't know.

DANNY:
Lexi, I was told

the Egyptians killed Farouk
a year ago.

Just shows you, if you want
something done right...

Yeah? How's that going for you?

(alarm buzzes)

♪ ♪

Aiden Shaw is still alive,

trying to escape Europe.

He knows enough
to be a problem.

I'll handle it.

I remember him.
He worked for the FBI.

But her...

I don't know.

Find out who she is.

DANNY:
Farouk's MO

is stealing treasure
to fund terrorism.

Now, going after one of the
biggest treasures of all time

means he's planning
something big.

It took less than a million
to plan and execute 9/11.

Antony's sarcophagus alone

would be worth a fortune
on the black market.

And now,
Farouk has it.

Aiden Shaw was Farouk's fence.

He is our only thread
to finding him.

Cut us loose when we land,
I promise you,

I will call you
the moment we find Shaw.

Danny, this is now a global
terrorism investigation.

Every intelligence
agency in the world

is on high alert.

You know I can't
just cut you loose.

Gwen, I can fix this.

We are so close
to finding Farouk.

Just... get the ball rolling.

Radio in about Shaw. Have
the Swiss issue a BOLO locally

and a Red Notice internationally
so he can't get far.

Think of all the exciting
paperwork you get to file.

We all want to stop Farouk,
and every second we waste,

Shaw gets closer

to getting away forever
or being killed.

Either way, our trail
to follow Farouk gets cold.

And the next time he pops up,

he's gonna kill
a lot more people.

Bad news.

There's a couple of Farouk's
guys watching the shop.

I can't get to your
rainy day money.

What about my rubies?

(sighs): Sorry. I
can't find a buyer.

Too hot.

Word's out where
they came from.

But I do know a place where
they won't ask any questions,

if you can get there.

GWEN:
Okay,

when we land,
you and I can figure out

what to do with Farouk and Shaw.

As for this one,

there is a list
of agencies

that wants to talk
to her about past crimes.

Wait until you see how exciting
that paperwork is.

I'm gonna radio in

a Red Notice
request on Shaw.

I thought
she'd never leave.

Look, Red Notice or not,

I don't trust the police
to work fast enough,

nor Shaw to keep himself alive
long enough for us to find him.

And there is no way in hell

I am letting them ship me off
to some jail in Bahrain.

What did you do in Bahrain?

Jordan, Russia, Bahrain--
any of them...

if I'm on this plane
when it lands, I'm screwed.

Twist the heel.

A girl can never
be too careful.

Toss it back.

What are you waiting for?

I've got a pretty loud voice
in my head

telling me this is
a terrible idea.

Oh, you've got
to ignore that voice.

Come on.

(exhales)

So... you with me or not?

I'm surprised you haven't
already left me behind.

Farouk has eluded
every government on Earth,

and, apparently, any attempt
to capture or kill him.

We found him in 48 hours.

I don't know about you,
but I think

we make a pretty good team.

Hurry, she'll be back
any minute.

Now... now we just need a plan.

Wait, wait, I thought
you had a plan.

I did.

(mechanical whirring)

Hey, hey, they just pulled
the flaps.

Which means we're on approach
to the airport

and below 2,000 feet.

We can jump.

See?

We already have
phase two of the plan.

How hard was that?

Uh, I just found the hard part.

There's only one parachute.

Okay. I'll take it.

You somehow made that
sound noble.

Have you even done this before?

No, but I'm pretty sure
gravity does most of the work

until you pull the cord.

You can just hang on to me.

The FBI put me
through jump school,

and you already left me
for dead once today.

You can hold on to me.

How long are you gonna
hold that over my head?

The Carabinieri's gonna be
all over us.

We need to move quickly
once we hit the ground.

(alarm sounding)

(wind whooshing)

Hold on, I need to make sure
we land in the right place.

Why are we suddenly
doing your plan?

Because I'm the one
with the parachute.

(grunting)

Great.

Nice plan.

(bells tolling)

(loudly)
Ahem!

Come with me...

please.

(inhales sharply)

Oh...

LEXI:
Great.

I can finally scratch
"spend a night

in the Vatican police station"
off my bucket list.

Your friend sure
took his time.

It's not like we
called ahead.

You said he was a professor.

How's he gonna be able
to help us?

It's just his side gig.

He also works for the Vatican's
foreign ministry.

Huh.

You know how you could help?

Not say anything?

Hmm.

Please wait there.

Don't let the uniforms
fool you.

The Swiss Guard are some of

the most elite soldiers
in the world.

Everyone's laughing
too hard to fight back.

Monsignor Donnelly will
meet with you now.

They told me that a man
came from the sky

and asked for me by name.

Imagine my disappointment.

Come here.
(laughing)

Come here. Oh...

It's good to see you, Chuck.

Seriously, what are you
doing here?

It's kind of a long story.

Yeah? Who are you?

Oh, I'm...

She's just, uh, a friend.

We're in a bit of a hurry.

Danny, you can't just
parachute into the Vatican

without expecting
a few questions.

Yes, but it won't take long
for Interpol and the Carabinieri

to find out that we're here.

Oh, they found out.

They're at the gate right now.

What? Okay, Chuck, I need you
to hold them off.

Dude, you are acting crazy.

You come in here, bringing
a boatload of chaos.

What is going--
Oh, my God, you're Lexi.

Yeah. So you've heard about me?

Oh, I've heard
a great deal about you.

Chuck, can we talk privately?

By all means.

What the hell is going on?

It's not what it looks like.

It looks like you're
getting mixed up with a criminal

who's already broken
your heart once.

Okay, it's partially
what it looks like.

Oh, my God, Danny,
how stupid can you be?

My God, you have got
to be the dumbest...

Chuck...

Did I not give you enough
penance last time, is that it?

Did you want an exorcist?
We got 'em here.

One of 'em actually
owes me a favor...

Chuck! Farouk's alive.

He's behind the
pyramid attack.

I thought they droned
that guy.

Yeah, well, apparently
it didn't take.

We we're trying to
track him down,

but we got caught up
in some stuff,

and I just don't have time
to sort it all out.

This is gonna end badly.
She's the devil.

Will you help me or not?

None of this is covered under
regular priest-friend rules.

You know that.

Thank you. Thank you.

FATHER CHUCK: In the meantime,
make sure she steers clear

of the fountain
in the courtyard.

I don't want the holy water
boiling out.

You know, with the acoustics
in this place,

I could hear everything
he just said?

Look, Chuck sometimes says
stuff he doesn't mean.

Hmm.

I absolutely meant
every word.

(door opens, closes)

FABI: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Agent Karlsson, stay calm, eh?

We're not going to be
having a shootout

in the Sistine Chapel, huh?

I'm not letting them hide
behind this gate.

Remember, you are a
guest in my country.

Calmati.

Let me handle it,

va bene?

Ci penso io.

Hi. Monsignor Charles Donnelly.

Uh, can I be of service?

Yes.

You're American.

Is the pope Catholic?

Vatican joke. Sorry.
Uh, yes, I am American.

Is that all you needed?

BOTH:
No.

We want to...

We need to gain entry.

(mutters quietly)

And you are...

Agent Gwen Karlsson,
Interpol.

Oh.

Unfortunately, Interpol doesn't
have jurisdiction here.

I'm Captain Bruno Fabi
of the Carabinieri,

and I do have jurisdiction here.

Vatican City is
a sovereign city-state,

and, uh, as such,
Italian authorities do not,

technically,
have jurisdiction here.

"The Holy See shall hand over
to the Italian state

"all persons who may have
taken refuge within Vatican City

"when accused of acts committed
within Italian territory

"which are considered
to be criminal

by the law of both states."

(speaks Italian)

So you have paperwork

attesting to the fact
that such persons

are being accused of such acts?

Okay, we're gonna get
the court order,

and we will be right back.

No...

Sounds great.
Have a blessed morning.

She was...

Sorry I couldn't buy you
more time.

They'll be back any minute
with a warrant.

I guess somebody here knows
how to piss people off.

DANNY:
What about the names
I asked you to run down

at the foreign ministry?

Yeah, uh, nothing
on Aiden Shaw,

but I did get a hit
on the other guy.

What other guy?

Dwayne Coleman.

Shaw wouldn't be dumb enough
to travel under his real name.

Would he?

He wouldn't have
had much time

to create a new identity.

Well, Dwayne Coleman entered
Istanbul an hour ago.

That's perfect. We could
be there in a couple hours.

Uh, are you forgetting
that the Carabinieri

have this whole city surrounded?

Not a problem.

Just need you to take me
to the first floor reading room

of the Apostolic Library.

Why?

There's a secret escape tunnel
under the Vatican.

(footsteps echoing)

FATHER CHUCK: So,
did you, uh, learn about

this secret passageway
from that book

where aliens started
the church

and left clues all throughout
Europe in plain sight?

Oh, no, I know, I know.

It was the one about
the Illuminati

with the conspiracy
theory, and...

(imitates announcer):
"only one man can stop it!"

Danny, dude, if there was
a secret passageway in here,

I would know about it, okay?

Me and Papa are tight.

(heavy lock unlatches)

Looks like Papa's been
holding out on you, Chuck.

(panel creaks)

Clever.

Hey.

Hey, hey, your friend better not

think about using this
to rob the Vatican!

Too late!
(chuckles)

Jay.

Danny. You okay, kid?

Yeah. The less I tell you,
the better.

considering why I'm calling.

I know. Farouk's alive.

Just tell me you're not
going after him on your own.

We found him yesterday.

He got away, but now
we've got a lead.

I just need to borrow
your jet again.

What if I said no?

I mean, not without
my security detail.

I'd tell you I'm going anyway,

and I don't have
any time to waste.

All right. I'll make sure
the jet's waiting for you

at Ciampino.

You still with the girl?

Yeah, yeah, we're in it
until we stop Farouk.

I owe it to her.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

I'll keep you posted.

Thanks, Jay.

I'm so hungry.
Want a bite?

Reece's plane is waiting
to take us to Istanbul.

Now we just need
to figure out where.

There's only one place
in the area where

he could unload
Cleopatra's rubies,

no questions asked:
the Byzantia Casino.

Never heard of it.

It's more my crowd than yours.

Place is on the Black Sea.

It accepts any high-value items
as collateral.

Rubies for casino chips.

Try to double your money
while laundering it.

Smart for the casino, at least.

Personally,
I'd cash out immediately,

but I bet Shaw thinks
he can beat the house.

You got sandwich
all over your face.

Shaw has been spotted
in Istanbul.

The American and the girl appear
to be following him.

We have assets near the border
we can send.

No, I-I don't want to draw
unnecessary attention

with a lot of gunfire.

Send in the Scorpion.

Kill them all.

Dr. Castillo.

Sorry about all the security;
not my choice.

The minute Reece found out
that Farouk was alive,

his security force
descended upon me.

I'm Captain Bruno Fabi
of the Carabinieri TPC.

We're responsible for combating
art and antiquities crimes.

I've already told Interpol
everything that I know.

I apologize
for the inconvenience,

but we have lost the two people

we had in custody.

Did something happen to Danny?

Danny and Lexi Vaziri
broke out of custody.

(groans)

(chuckling):
Thank God.

You had me worried there
for a minute.

You don't happen to know
where they are?

They're probably looking
for Karim Farouk,

which is what
you should be doing

instead of
bothering them.

Who knows about
the tomb of Antony

being inside
of the pyramid?

Me,

my whole team--
who are all dead--

the terrorists, of course,
Danny McNamara and Jay Reece,

who funded the expedition.

We should keep it
that way for now.

We are trying to avoid
a media circus.

I totally agree.
Although, there is that

little fact that the Nazis
may have taken Cleopatra

75 years ago and that
might cause quite a stir.

Wait, what?

There was a dead body
in the tomb,

a German, Nazi Afrika Corps.

They must've taken her.

That wasn't in the notes.

She didn't tell me about it.

I really don't see
how it relates

to a current
terror investigation.

What's this?

CASTILLO: Oh, that was found
in the dead Nazi's hand.

On the one side,
it's an inscription, "VICI."

Haven't quite figured out
what that one means yet.

On the other, it's an
Ancient Greek Serapis.

I'm very sorry,
but this is evidence.

We need to examine it.

CASTILLO:
Absolutely.

I have no more
questions, Doctor.

The Carabinieri thank you
for your continued help

with the
investigation.

(overlapping chatter)

Isn't it weird that
a tiny part of me hopes

we have Shaw all wrong,

and he was smart enough
to just keep going?

SHAW:
Blackjack!

(sighs) You are
so cute.

Darling, I'd love
another Vesper.

Evening.

Crap.

May we join you?

The gentleman's requested
a private game.

No, we're old friends.

He's got no secrets
from us.

Where did you get all that cash?

Reece's card.

I took it from your wallet
while you were changing.

How did you
know the PIN?

Oh, you know,
one of my little toys.

The same guy who made
my PIN descrambler

also made the geo tracker app

I put on Shaw's phone
back in Rome.

So that's how you found me
in Switzerland,

you violated my privacy.

I saved your life,

and you ran
five minutes later

with a pocket full
of stolen rubies.

No, you two
got me shot.

I thought the rubies were
a fair consolation prize.

Unfortunately, harder
to liquidate than I expected.

Well, your life
is still in danger.

We need to get
out of here.

Relax, they won't make
a move on me in public

surrounded by cameras.
I'm as safe as I can be in here.

And I've nearly doubled
my money.

Blackjack.

You see, sometimes in life
you have to make your own luck.

Doesn't seem like
a heart attack.

He's sweating buckets.

Yeah, me, too.

Me, too.

Wait...

The chips.
Danny, they're poisoned.

The dealer.

You get out.

What'd you poison us with?
Give us the antidote.

(chuckles)

Danny, I'm seeing two of them.

Go for the one
on the left.

Hurry.

Thanks...

for unpoisoning me first.

Thanks for not leaving me
behind again.

(door opens)

Oh...

BOTH:
Shaw!

(gasping)

Shot, poisoned, mummied?

I'm telling you, I'm cursed.

Hey,

don't let anybody touch that
table. It's covered in poison.

And we should probably get
out of here before the police

or another
assassin arrives.

Are you okay?

Suddenly you realize
just how short life is.

You just want to find
somebody special

to spend that time with,
you know?

Come on, Romeo.

Let me get her number.

Who knows how much
time I got left?

Why don't you tell us
where to find Farouk

before we feed you
those chips?

All I know is how
he was gonna pay me,

and I'll happily tell you as
soon as I have an immunity deal.

(door opens)

Hey.

Thank God.

DANNY: Shaw's in custody,
getting medical treatment.

We didn't get much
out of him.

Upside, we're no longer
international fugitives.

Downside,
we can't leave the EU

without permission
from Interpol.

Well, good luck with that.

I'm going after Farouk

wherever that takes me,
and Gwen...

Gwen can suck it.

(chuckles)

What're you researching?

Teutonic occultism.

There were dead Nazis
in the tomb.

Seriously?

CASTILLO: I think that
they took Cleopatra.

I am just trying
to figure out why.

Well, the Nazis believed
that some sacred objects

held actual power,
like the Holy Grail,

Spear of Destiny.
I mean,

maybe they thought
Cleopatra did.

Well, if they believed
in the supernatural,

then wouldn't they believe
in the curse

if they disturbed her tomb?

What if they were trying
to weaponize that?

Turn an artifact into a weapon
of mass destruction.

Like that old movie.

Indiana Jones.

Maybe?

Really? You two used to date?

But none of this
explains what Farouk

actually wanted Cleopatra for.

Look, Farouk left everything
from Cleopatra's tomb

at the free port,
but what did he take?

The heaviest and hardest thing
to move, Antony's sarcophagus.

Well, you said yourself,
it's worth its weight in gold.

Yeah, but I'm starting to think
it might be more than that.

I mean, he kept
Dr. Castillo alive. Why?

She's an expert on Cleopatra.

What if he wants to reunite
Cleopatra with Antony?

We find Cleopatra,
we'll find Farouk.

And I'll be at Shaw's bedside
threatening him

with a rusty catheter
if he doesn't talk.

And I'll be right there
with you keeping you

from violating
the Geneva Conventions,

but in the
meantime...

We have to find Cleopatra.
Danny's right.

No one who has been looking
for her in the two millennia

knew exactly where to start,
but we know exactly

where she was
70 years ago.

As does Farouk.

Hmm-mm. I have something
that he doesn't.

LEXI:
What is that?

CASTILLO: I think it's the key
to finding Cleopatra.

The medallion says "Serapis,"

a deity that had
a cult of followers

in the time of Cleopatra.
The cult was presumed

to have died out
after Rome conquered Egypt.

But if that's true,
then what was this medallion

doing in the hands
of a dead Nazi in the 1940s?

I believe whoever
killed those Nazis

is the same group
that moved Antony

and Cleopatra into the pyramid
in the first place.

Fabi, what have you learned
about the American and the girl?

Resourceful, driven,

worthy adversaries in the hunt.

If they get in our way,

it will be up to you
to deal with them both.

CASTILLO:
They must be her protectors,

and if they are still

around today,
then they are the key

to finding Cleopatra
and stopping Farouk.

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