My name is Danny McNamara. I used to work for the FBI.
And I'm Lexi Vaziri.
I used to be a thief.
Excuse me, a master thief.
Thank you.
And together we formed
a treasure-hunting squad to help take down a terrorist.
At first, things were complicated.
Really complicated.
And to make matters worse,the man who was financing
our whole operation, Jacob Reece III...
A man who was a mentor to me, betrayed us both.
He had my father killed.
And had mine sent to prison.
But in the end, we made sure Reece was arrested and jailed.
And our adventure continues.
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Danny.
Hello.
Giulia. Hi.
You ready for dinner?
I need a few minutes.
The museum's closing, but I'm still waiting to talk to the director.
I'll just need a signature and the wire transfer to clear.
Then we go celebrate.
In the meantime, not the worst place to... wait.
Lexi?
Daniel.
What are you doing here?
I'm here meeting my... someone.
- You casing the joint? - No.
And I don't need your permission to visit a museum.
Danny?
Who's your friend?
- Oh, she's not my friend. - I'm Lexi.
- Hi. - She's a thief.
Oh. Well.
You're a self-righteous prig, so let's just call it even.
If she's here, she's planning to steal something.
You didn't mind it so much when I was stealing things
for you, hypocrite.
Found it.
This is an RF transmitter.
It's custom-made to hack into the museum's security system.
No, no, no, no, no!
You are the worst.
Security!
That piece you're selling.
- What is it? - A statue.
- Worth? - Millions.
Where is it right now?
No, it's down in the vault. She can't crack that.
- We got to call the cops. - No. We can't.
Why? Why not?
We can't.
Hey. Hey. Where did you get it?
It doesn't matter.
But I had to forge the paperwork so I could sell it to the museum.
Well, Lexi obviously knows.
That piece is why she's here.
I have to stop her.
Giulia.
Giulia, hey. What-What's going on?
I was trying to sell the statue,
but it's too hot, so no one wants it.
The cops can't enter the vault without a warrant or probable cause.
Yeah, but what if she opened it
and the cops saw what's inside?
They wouldn't need a warrant, right?
That's a very good point.
Right.
Impossible.
You didn't have enough time to crack the passcode.
- Well... - Oh, that was me, actually.
What?
That RF transmitter that I smashed?
I, uh, swapped it out first.
You know, his sleight of hand really is improving.
That little gizmo upstairs
let me override the museum's security system
from my phone.
The same way it's letting me
control the security doors.
Ah, gentlemen.
I believe you now have probable cause
to search this vault.
David and Goliath.
It disappeared from the Chateau de Villeroy
during the French Revolution.
You give the art of thievery a bad name.
Giulia Reggazano,
you're under arrest for violation of the International Art
and Antiquities Trafficking Protection Act.
What a waste.
So...
"self-righteous prig"?
I didn't mean a word of it.
But you,
you can frisk me with passion.
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Chuck. Chuck.
You're here late, Father Donnelly.
Yeah, well, with the time difference,
the Sox don't start playing till 1:00 in the morning.
That was gunfire.
- Get everybody in here. - Come on.
Hey, right this way. This way.
Somebody call the gendarmes!
All right, everybody, we'll be safe here until this...
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Morning.
What's next?
Next?
Maybe let me catch my breath first.
Mm, no.
I mean, where do we go next?
You know, we've finished the clean-up of the Farouk case.
The black market antiquities are all accounted for.
Reece is in jail.
And may he rot there forever.
Cheers.
I was thinking maybe the old, um, "talk" was coming.
- What talk? - Oh, you know, the...
"Lex, I was thinking maybe, uh,
maybe it's time you and I start thinking about our future."
- Is that me? - 100%.
That's a terrible impression of me.
- I thought it was pretty good. - Also, that is a terrible
impression of me from four months ago.
New Danny knows that worrying about the future is for suckers.
Oh, he's all about the present now.
So you're not even gonna try to make an honest woman out of me?
Nope.
Okay.
I like things the way they are.
I don't want the adventure to end.
You throw a dart at a map?
I'm gonna follow you wherever it lands.
Less talk.
Less pants.
Come on.
Mm, should I answer it?
Let's call them back.
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- Hey, guys. - Chuck.
Hey, I'm fine, I'm fine.
You didn't have to come all the way down here.
Uh, actually, we were in the neighborhood. Florence.
Ah, Florence... wait, Florence.
You did the Academia job without me?
You did the Remington Steele without me?
That was my pitch.
I know. Sorry, Chuck.
We were on a tight timeline.
We missed breakfast because of you.
I almost died.
It's not a competition, Chuck.
Eight Swiss Guard dead.
Yeah, and a half a dozen clergy injured.
I was lucky.
I mean, if you can call
being present for the worst attack on the Vatican
in 500 years "lucky."
You have any idea who did it or why?
No. I was hoping you would know.
You ever seen that symbol before?
Well, the writing looks Asian.
I've spent a bit of time in Asia.
I've never seen anything like that.
You ask Gwen?
She's on sabbatical,
writing a book in a cabin with no TV and no phone.
So Swedish.
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I'll, uh, I'll be right back.Oh...
This is a collect call from Regina Coeli Prison
from prisoner Jacob Reece III.
Will you accept?
Hey... you good?
Yes.
Yeah, why?
I don't know. Just getting a vibe.
Is something going on between you two?
No.
It's been four months of bliss.
Okay.
Why, did he say something?
No. No, I was just...
It's amazing.
This new Danny...
he likes things just the way they are, right?
I'm the one who's not supposed to want to move forward.
He's the stable one.
Uh, where does he get off with this whole...
Oh, is he trying
to reverse-psychology me into settling down?
I think you're overthinking it.
Why don't you go see how he's doing?
What's up?
Him again?
What does he want?
Don't know, don't care.
I'm done with him. Come on.
Mr. McNamara?
Who are you?
I represent Jacob Reece III.
He's been trying to reach you with great urgency
for the last 24 hours.
No thanks.
My client knows who attacked the Vatican.
He's willing to share his information,
under a few conditions.
Look.
This is a sensitive matter.
I would prefer it if we could discuss it at my office.
And I'd prefer to strangle Reece with my bare hands,
but we don't always get what we want, do we?
Whatever you have to say, you say it right here.
First, my client is requesting your assistance with leniency.
You can't possibly think that, even if I had the power to,
I would help him after all the people he's killed.
That man murdered my father, so he can rot.
The knowledge he has now could save many lives.
You have three seconds before I walk away for good.
Fine. Fine.
A few months ago, a man came to visit him.
He wanted information on Genghis Khan.
Now, that symbol they left behind?
This man had part of it branded onto him.
He was looking for something called the "Soul of Genghis Khan."
"The Soul of Genghis Khan."
Wha... what does he want with an 800-year-old relic?
And what does that have to do with Reece?
The truth?
My client didn't know what the man was talking about.
But the man insisted my client's father,
Jacob Reece II, did.
Reece's father died 40 years ago.
The man wanted something from the Reece family's deep storage.
No, those were all cleared out by Interpol.
With our help.
My client maintains there was one thing
his father owned Interpol did not manage
to find in their sweep.
And he'll tell you where it is.
If it could help find the people who attacked the Vatican,
I'd think it was maybe worth meeting him.
Jacob Reece awaits your visit.
Danny, wait!
What in the hell is the Soul of Genghis Khan?
It was also called "the Spirit Banner."
The greatest relic from the Mongolian Empire.
About six feet high with...
braided horse hair hung in a ring at its top.
Bound in gold.Ooh.
Genghis Khan carried it with him into every battle.
And when he died, it was said that
his spirit entered the Banner.
Right.
Hitler and Stalin both went after it.
Stalin apparently got it during the Soviet occupation
of Mongolia in the late 1930s. From there... it disappeared.
So two of the worst people in history were obsessed
with the same artifact, and now somebody new wants it?
- Exactly. - Great.
We need to talk to the general of the carabinieri.
- See if he's open to making a deal with Reece.- Wait.
Wait, wh-what makes you think that wasn't all just
a load of rubbish?
Well, if it is, he gets nothing.
But whoever attacked the Vatican, who almost killed Chuck...
they left a calling card with that symbol.
You don't do that if it's a one-time thing.
So whoever this is, is just getting started.
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Danny McNamara?
Yes.
Follow me.
Is that...?
Reece.
Jacob Reece was murdered an hour and a half ago.
He was stabbed two dozen times.
Someone turned off the cameras in the sector
where the murder took place.
Of course.
We are still looking into it.
Could you...
give us a few minutes?
Hey, I know...
I know this can't be easy.
Whatever he turned out to be,
for most of your life, he was like a father to you.
Yeah, whatever part of me used to care about Reece
died the moment I learned the whole truth about him.
But whoever killed him knew he was gonna talk.
Knew maybe that he reached out to us.
Yeah, he died as he lived.
Putting others in danger.
We got to find out what he knew, Lex.
I know.
Do you have any idea on where he would have been
- keeping the information? - Yeah.
I got an idea where to start.
I never thought I'd be back here.
If Reece's father hid something,
this is where it'd be.
Or if we don't find anything we can just burn the place down,
which I think would be rather cathartic.
Let's play that part by ear.
Surprisingly good turnout for the wake of a murderer.
No, it's not a wake... it's a board meeting.
Reece's murder must have triggered
a thousand different contingency plans.
Yeah.
That woman looks like she's planning
a corporate merger with you.
Or she's an assassin tying up loose ends.
Should I take her out just in case?
That's Kate.
Jay's daughter.
So... should I take her out just in case?
We have a beautiful catering set here
if you want to, uh, help yourself.
Yeah.
I did not expect to see you here.
Didn't expect to see you here, either.
Hey, Kate.
Last I'd heard, you'd...
- stopped talking to him. - Yeah.
I drew the short straw with my sisters.
You must be Lexi Vaziri.
In the flesh.
I'm sorry about what my father did.
I knew he was a bastard, but certainly not to the extent that...
I'm sorry, I'm on my third gin and tonic...
No.
Thanks.
I'm, uh...
I'm gonna go eat that.
- Oh, please. - Yeah.
It's been, what, ten years?
You look great.
So, you and her...?
Yeah, yeah, been together a few months now.
How about you?
You with anyone?
Nah.
My father both managed to set a high bar
and make me instantly suspicious of anyone that cleared it.
So, it's awesome.
Yeah.
Seriously, though, I really wouldn't have expected you to come.
Yeah, your father had some information
about the Vatican attack.
He was murdered before he could tell us.
Thought we might, you know, find something here
as to what it was that he knew, a clue.
Yeah, well, uh, I mean, I haven't seen anything,
but I haven't been back for years.
Would you mind if we looked in his office?
Let me get the keys.
Okay.
Father Donnelly.
Good to see you up and around.
Sister Lisa, it's nice to see you back at work.
I was just, uh, wanting to come and check on everybody.
I'm okay.
A little bruised.
But you can't keep a good man down.
Hey, uh, did you get any news on, uh,
who was behind the attack?
Not that I've heard.
But they came through,
and the first thing they did was to go right through there.
And they didn't look happy.
Some of the sisters think the attackers found the Giftschrank.
The Giftschrank?
I've been sitting next to it this whole time.
What did the bad guys take?
They didn't say.
But if I were a curious priest with a thirst for adventure,
I'd tread lightly.
Venga, Sorella.
I'm not sure what you're looking for.
What wasn't taken as evidence has already been inventoried.
Your father's lawyer said there was something
no one found yet from your grandfather's time.
Now, I figured since this was his office originally,
it'd be the best place to start.
- A lot of ghosts in here. - If I have my way,
we'll sell this place and give the money to UNESCO.
I had a plan for this place as well.
Oh, we'll discuss later.
Okay, this may take a while.
We need to check inside the furniture, maybe the walls.
We might need to get a construction crew in here to
- . Found it! - rip out...
Fireplace safe.
A classic.
Shouldn't take me but a minute.
Oh, it's kind of her thing.
All good.
There you are. There's, like, four offices in here.
They should really be more specific.
Chuck...
Hey. Hi.
- Hi. - Well, hi to you, too.
Oh, hi.
Chuck, shouldn't you be in the hospital?
No, no, no, I'm fine. And more importantly,
I have information.
I did a little bit of digging, and it turns out the word
in the center of that symbol is Mongolian.
Does it mean Khan?
Yes, it...
All right, Mr. Smarty Pants,
do you know what they hit in the Vatican attack?
The Giftschrank.
No way.
- Yeah. - What's that?
It's German. It means "poison cabinet."
It's where you keep your deepest, darkest secrets.
Like who shot JFK.
Or... Tupac.
Just stuff that can't be destroyed,
but also can never see the light of day.
So, I'm assuming that's a pretty big deal for the Vatican?
2,000 years of the Church's secrets.
So what did they take?
Nobody knows.
Or nobody's saying anything.
But, again, digging,
rumor is the entire investigation
is being run by Vatican Intelligence.
- No. - Yeah.
Holy crap, they're real?
Yeah, they're real, and apparently...
pretty frightening.
The Vatican has spies?
Oldest spy service in the world, founded by the Jesuits.
Never officially confirmed, but the rumors have been around
for hundreds of years. Dude, I just had to tell somebody.
Uh, you guys can keep a secret, right?
Oh, cross my heart.
It is so weird seeing you two together again.
Is this the first time you guys have seen each other since the engagement?
Pardon?
The, uh...
I, you know what, sorry, I ac... I-I forgot to mention
that Kate and I used to be engaged.
- "Forgot to mention"? - Forgot to mention.
It was over a decade ago.
Yeah, yeah, I mean, it was, like,
a million years ago.
- Why would anybody even bring it up? - Yeah, why would they?
I had a head injury.
I should probably go back to the hospital.
- I'll walk you out. - Yeah.
- Feel better. - You, too.
Lex... you almost done?
Sounds like they found something.
We'll stay on them.
You know, this last year has been such a whirlwind.
It's so hard to remember what we have
and haven't talked about, which is what's so great
- about what we have going... - Hey, hey, Danny?
Danny, there are plenty of things
you don't know about my past, trust me.
And I'm sure you won't assume any nefarious purpose
in me not having revealed them, just as I won't.
I don't...
Here we go.
You got it open.
- What's in it? - Just a bunch of old papers and that.
I'm not sure what it is.
Looks like Chinese writing on the side.
It's a stamp.
A personal seal of some sort.
I've seen these all over China. But why does Reece have one?
"210 Temple Street,
Kowloon."
"Sam Wo Camera Shop."
My father did a lot of business through Hong Kong.
But he never mentioned a camera shop.
Doesn't make sense.
And why would you need a personal seal for a camera shop?
It's not unheard of for legit businesses
to be fronts for illegal operations.
If Reece was storing something in an...
off-the-books deep storage facility,
it could be there, and it would make sense why
Interpol never found it in the sweep of Reece holdings.
Great. Well...
thank you for all your help, Kate. We'll... keep you updated.
I'm going with you.
I want to know what Dad was into just as much as you.
The foundation has a jet.
Might as well make use of it while we can.
I'll make the arrangements.
It's gonna be good.
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The GPS says the camera shop should be close by.
Let's stay on our toes.
Kowloon is pretty much ground zero for bad behavior in Hong Kong.
210 Temple.
This is it.
English?
You know Cantonese?
Enough to get by.
Triad Bank.
Like the gang?
They weren't always a gang.
Started as an organization to protect locals
during the British colonization of Hong Kong.
That's my grandfather's signature.
That's my father's.
And the long line of Reeces continues.
It's a film.
"Project Gray Wolf."
Gentlemen, Major Jacob Reece.
That's my grandfather.
He was a spy?
In order to prevent
a populist uprising of the indigenous population
of Eastern Asia during the conquest of Mongolia,
Stalin instructed his treasure hunters to find
and collect the Spirit Banner of Genghis Khan,
which we have determined
looks something like this.
The Mongolians believed that this Spirit Banner carried certain...
powers.
Here we go again.
Stalin understood that this item could inspire independence
and revolutionary sentiment, so he ordered it taken.
If we could get this item back from them,
it could do exactly that.
It could unite the local population,
potentially starting a revolution of freedom,
which would bolster our efforts at our ultimate goal,
halting the spread of Communism.
My team's proposal is to find and return this Spirit Banner,
currying political favor with the Mongolians.
Relevant paperwork including documentation
on the suspected whereabouts of the item
are included with this film.
Thank you for your consideration.
This concludes this report.
There's all kinds of information on Genghis Khan here.
Why don't we take this back to Rome,
let the authorities deal with it?
Since when do you want to involve the authorities?
First of all, I have evolved as a human being.
Secondly, and most importantly,
the last time a Reece led us on a treasure hunt,
he lied to us from the start.
Oh, and he murdered my father.
I will be damned
if I go on another Reece-related treasure hunt,
thank you very much, no offense.
I agree.
You do?
Yes.
But, let's discuss this on the flight back
and not in the triad's underground safe-deposit vault.
Point taken.
Hold on.
That guy over there?
He's been following us ever since we got to Hong Kong.
He's not even trying to hide it.
Come on.
Let's go!
Move, move!
Kate!
Damn it!
Peace be with you.
Father Donnelly, right?
It's been an eventful few days.
I'm glad you're all right.
I'm Father Alonso.
We have actually met.
At your briefing for the Curia
after the attack on the Reece Museum in Cairo.
You were quite heroic there,
as you were here in Rome the other night.
That's kind, but...
I was mostly just along for the ride.
You used your skills well, Father.
I wondered if I could ask you a few questions about the attack.
You're one of them, aren't you?
A fellow Jesuit?
Yes.
No.
You're Vatican Intelligence.
Your friends call you Chuck, right?
Chuck, there is no Vatican Intelligence.
Just a story used to sell airport novels.
Ah, well...
I'm just glad that someone is on the case.
In your report to the gendarme,
you mentioned you saw the weapon of one of the attackers.
I wondered if you could be a bit more specific.
Well, like I told them, um, it wasn't like a regular handgun.
It was more like that little machine gun
that Nic Cage had in Face/Off.
Or was it Travolta as Cage?
Not the point, and I realize that now.
Something like this?
Sort of, yeah, but it was, uh, it was shiny, like chrome.
And it had a, uh, a symbol on the side, like a-a tiger,
etched into it.
Yeah, that, um...
E-Exactly that.
That's called a Skorpion,
a Czech-made automatic pistol.
So we're just gonna pretend that it's not weird
that a priest has a photo gallery full of guns on his phone?
You know what they say about us, Father.
The Jesuits are God's Marines.
I appreciate your help.
It's good to know we can count on each other
to be available for the Holy Father at all times.
Day or night.
I may have more questions for you.
Peace be with you, Chuck.
Maybe you're right.
Of course I'm right.
Wait, what are we talking about?
Kate's kidnapping.
We should leave it all to the authorities.
Same for finding the Soul of Genghis Khan
and stopping whoever attacked the Vatican.
And it won't eat at you from the inside,
resenting me all the while?
No.
Never. I...
Look, I don't want to force you to be a part
of anything Reece-related, Lex.
Look...
Obviously, I'm predisposed to not trusting any Reece,
but a blind man can see that she means something to you.
And you
mean something to me.
You'd do that just for me?
I'd do it for me.
So you don't annoy me to death.
Old Danny or new,
we both know you are already blaming yourself for her being taken.
Okay, we find her, then we're done.
Done.
We leave the treasure hunt, everything else to the authorities.
We get back to ourplan.
Throwing a dart at a map?
Okay, I'm-I'm open to better plans.
No, it's a, it's a good plan.
It's just, um...
I don't know, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world
to have an actual place to call home.
You gonna answer that?
No, it's not my phone.
Oh, it's coming from your jacket.
I've never seen this phone before.
Me, neither.
Hello?
Danny McNamara, if you want to see Kate Reece alive again,
you'll find the Soul of Genghis Khan and bring it to us.
We'll be in touch with this phone.
Involve the authorities and we'll kill her.
You have 72 hours.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let's see if he leads us to it.
I told you I could handle it.
They were just starting to trust me.
We don't have the luxury of time.
We need to find that banner.
Don't worry.
Danny will find it.
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