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Previously on Zoss.

What? You want to kill me, huh?

Good night.

Goddamn, please.

Couldn't fix.

Oh, yeah, like you fucking know. Like you're some fucking... Hey, Summers!

What do you call them guys that study bugs and shit?

Misogynists.

Exactly. Like you're some fucking... Stop!

Sit down!

Come on, run!

Where'd you come from?

Get those fucking trees!

We're going down there!

Thank you.

Fuck. Keep coming!

Dad! Dad, you'll die! You're all right, Dad! Stay stuck down!

I'm fine! I'm fine!

Thank you, Major.

Welcome, my friend.

Today is an auspicious day for all of you.

Apologies. Bravo Hector Alpha, over.

As we break ground for this new school to be shared by our two great

of faith, we look forward to a time when our children will share much more than

the mere building.

Where are they going?

Should I continue?

I don't know, Zaid.

Yeah,

yeah,

excellent. You look like a policeman, Officer Gratian. The UN, they find

the money for me to buy the razor, no?

Very good.

Gentlemen, today I would like to conduct an exercise in Potsdam.

Checkpoint.

become predictable.

In Marseille, we use random searches to keep drug traffickers off balance.

That's why my native city is now completely free of the narcotics trade.

A joke,

gentlemen, a joke.

What did that woman want? Nothing. The husband has been missing for a couple of

days. That's it.

And this is nothing?

Well, he, how would you say it? He's a playboy, you know. I told her to come

back in a week if he hasn't come home.

Gentlemen, as I said before, police work is first and foremost a work of public

service. We look for her husband.

They fired two mortar rounds at us and all, sir. Don't know who, don't know

The women wouldn't say a word, but it was the second blast that uncovered the

gravesite. We called it in as soon as we could, Major.

And who did the shooting with it, Muslim or Christian? I really can't say, sir.

Sir, it was a bitch storm. I mean, we're lucky to be alive.

Okay, some of them mean we raced to the wounded dude, and now she... Well, now

she secures the car, sir.

Secures the car. I was checking on the dead man, sir. You see, it was right

there that I heard the first mortar coming in. Right.

It nearly shit my pants.

Sir.

Good work. All of you, get your team back to base. Get cleaned up. Go for it.

Thank you, sir.

Medic.

This man's to be held at the base of the infirmary. 24 -hour guard till he's

handed to the cities. Go.

What's your assessment, Captain?

It's too early to have one.

I want to keep this under wraps till you determine if it is a mass grave.

I need to apprise him on Hamza. If it is a Muslim grave site.

The man that I would want to talk to.

I'm putting my men at your disposal.

You command them like they're your own.

Let me go check out the room.

No, not yet. I need you here.

The body's a fucking temple.

George. Ah, Imam.

How went the school ceremony?

What can I do for you, Mr. Titek?

A word or three.

About?

The future of our Muslim community.

I have prayers. With that said, I'll send someone.

Right.

That's, uh, right cunty nice of you.

Sir?

Better have a look at this.

Oh, bloody hell.

Sean!

Over here.

We've got another one.

Turn him over.

Carefully.

They have found another.

Another Italiano.

We need to get these bodies to the morgue to pick Regina.

Whiskey Bopa, this is Whiskey Charlie. Come in, please.

Whiskey Bopa, over.

Contact Hyacinth ASAP. They need to go through New York and request satellite

photos for 38R, 4782, 9823, and surrounding area within

a quarter mile. Copy.

4782, affirmative.

Over. We're looking for signs of disturbed earth and possible grave

sure they know it's a priority. Over.

Okay, got it. Up to my mission.

Where is my panty?

9822.

Roger that. Over.

9823. Now see your play pal out and get your ass in gear. Over and out.

How did she know that?

Blowjobs from one man's stand.

Is that a rhetorical question?

You got anything?

No, there.

Waste of time.

You know, you do this enough, you get kind of a sixth sense for it.

I don't think we're looking at a mass gravesite here. No?

Some sort of exchange gone wrong.

Money for drugs, say. While one side is waiting above to blow the other to

smithereens.

Could be.

I mean, it makes as much sense as anything else around here, right?

Mrs.

Vilka claims that a neighbor heard the gunshots the night Vilka went missing.

Good. We will go talk to this neighbor, yeah?

Sure.

Nine millimeter.

You see, gentlemen, how appearances can deceive.

There's more than a story of a, how do you say, playboy here?

If it

is indeed a Muslim mass grave, I'll do all I can to keep our people's emotions

in good order, Major.

I appreciate it.

I couldn't agree more, my ma 'am.

It's time we looked to the future in the edits, not the sorry past.

Please pardon me, intrusion.

They'll be here soon, Zaid.

You must excuse me, gentlemen.

My wife has started a support group for those cursed by drug addiction.

She was a social worker and America major.

Drug rehabilitation is both her vocation and her passion.

Yes, it is a scourge. Blessings on her good work.

Thank you.

I was wondering when we could have that word.

In truth, I only have one word for you, Mr. Titek.

The prophets last.

You should worship Allah as though he is watching you.

If you do not see him, he sees you.

I come here in good faith. That's all you have to say to me.

You're treating me like a bloody foreigner.

I was born in this town. My parents were born in this town.

Violence, God willing, is the past here.

You spoke of Yadad's future.

If you wish a role in it, you'll take that word to heart.

Evening, Mr. Oakey. Who do you want? Just wondering if you still keep

my car off with haircuts.

I can't imagine you'd like to see you living in a fairytale palace with your

daughter, is it?

Door's always open if you want to have a chat about your living situation, Mr.

Oakey. Captain Graham's the name.

Something was dragged along here.

Look closely.

Observe everything.

Pick up nothing with your own hands.

He must have dragged them across the stream.

This way, this way.

Yes, yes, this way, this way, this way.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen, there. There is no... Did I not tell you?

It was supposed to be simple.

Your boys were to give Gregor, among the dragons, all the shit he had, the usual

amount.

I watched from up top in the hills, riding shotguns with the stagecoaches

Half a million American dollars.

Gone.

And you joke.

Gregor the shit had to get upset.

Shouting, screaming at them.

Why?

Soon they are blocked.

But your boys, your boys are there trying to get away. Then the McKenzie's

They knew?

No, patrol.

That's when Gregor shot Ilya. Bang!

Why?

Why would Gregor kill ours?

Kill his own?

What's happening?

I only know everyone was shooting.

And you too.

With mortars.

You led the UN right to the drug world.

Peter, facts are no matter.

The UN looks for a mouse grave. They don't know what they find.

Not yet.

Idiot. Translation, please.

I'm sorry, Major.

He won't say how it happened.

What the hell is he saying?

He's blabbing about wanting his own doctor and a TV set.

Thank you, Miss Bukovic.

Do you need me to stay with him?

No.

Stay then.

Find me a new translator, Mateo.

Sir? I don't know what the hell he was saying, but he sure as shit wasn't

for a TV. I distinctly heard the name Dragon.

I recognize the words for money and drug. What money, sir?

Exactly what I want a new translator to have. Something's not adding up here.

Sir, you're not suggesting that she... Don't lead with your pecker.

Sir. Make the calls.

Find one.

Do you remember what you do when you're up high, Nadia?

When you shoot?

When you fuck people... But people in this

square... Am I their ghost?

No, they're... I'm sorry, there's not enough for two.

Not today, love.

Come on, you've got work. No! Come on! You two freaks, come on!

May your head rest on the same pillow till the end of your days.

I'll have it.

Eyes like a hawk.

Good. Now, gentlemen, we keep looking for the gun. It can't be far.

But we have looked all over.

The killer must have taken it with him.

Perseverance, Cratchit.

Perseverance. Come on, keep looking.

You look this way.

This is bullshit.

What do you have there?

You're handling evidence.

This is policeman's gun, yes?

We'll take him to the morgue major.

Poor, poor woman.

You think it's Cratchit's gun, not the one he claimed was stolen?

I don't like to say.

The law can't be a respected person, Culkin. If I've taught you anything, I

I've at least taught you that.

It's beautiful here.

Not the worst of places if you had to die.

Good day, Dragan.

Good day, my son.

The man held by the UN.

He told me to come to you, Mrs. Mikhailov.

He said to say the others demanded, well... What? What did they demand?

Everything.

He said they were screaming about drug money, Mrs. Mikhailov, and union grant

money.

He said it belonged to Dragan.

Is she alive?

Mr. Novakovich tells me you're careless.

The Canadians have called him for another translator.

If he's foolish enough to talk to the girl, he'll talk to the UN.

dragon where is my son say my servants have transgressed against

their soul despair not of the mercy of God

For God forgives all sin.

He is oft forgiving, most merciful.

Gentlemen, the good doctor here believed that death was caused by a blow to the

temple. That would be delivered by the Koba officer

Kulkin found.

Now, why would someone fire five bullets in a body already dead?

Come on, come on, come on. Speak up, speak up, gentlemen. There are no wrong

answers in police work.

Revenge killing?

My thoughts perthrightly, Tolkien.

You're saying there was a struggle.

I'm no pathologist, but there are traces of skin and blood under his fingernail.

So, violent altercation.

To the abdomen.

Major,

I need a word.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

I'm training the police in their investigation procedures.

You know what I mean.

Their findings are incomplete, but if it's any comfort to you...

I'm afraid suspicion has fallen on an officer of the law.

Terrible if it's true.

Your own customers are here for them.

Brothers and sisters, I have no magic pill I can give

you.

There is only yourself and the love and guidance of Islam.

You are here to hurt us, brother.

That is our paradox, don't you see?

Why do you let me stay if you believed it?

It's only when we submit to the way of obedience that we can find true freedom.

God is merciful.

Who are we to be otherwise?

Chuck my load right on it.

What? Huh? You had to.

Half a million, hide down in the crapper, fucking had to.

We're giving it back.

Oh, shit.

We hand it in now, we get maybe a reprimand. No, we hand it in now, we get

dishonorable fucking discharge.

Thomas, nobody cares about the money.

Nobody even knows about it. What's your problem?

We tell the major we put in that you even forgot about it.

That's pure genius, Somers. No wonder they made you call for it. Got a better

idea, asshole?

If you are a woman, you call me that again, and you're gonna fucking...

Major wants to see you.

Summers. People get hurt out here all the time.

The ferret's lip, Captain, was on sale from Brindisi.

Hmm.

Oh.

If it is a mass grave site, it's one filled with Italians.

Not good for you or the fetus.

Although I suppose the abortion makes that moot.

You thinking about keeping it?

Don't do that to yourself, Captain.

Every time you look at that child, you're going to remember... What?

Sean!

I have your response from higher comp.

The requested satellite photos are classified and restricted to use by

authorized personnel only.

Authorized personnel being who?

I don't know.

We'll find out.

Can you fucking follow through, Taffy?

Where's Captain Graham?

I don't know.

I don't care.

I don't give a damn.

What, you didn't come for supper?

You want to talk turkey with me?

That's how he said it, isn't it, Ewan?

I'll do.

He's still alive, isn't he?

And the son too, right?

What's your point?

A job in America.

A house in America.

For me and for my daughter. Out of this shit.

It's okay.

What?

I'm giving you a trophy.

Am I too high?

I believe you have a call to make on your funny phone.

Yes?

No luck finding a new translator, sir. Seems everyone's busy.

Somebody doesn't want our guest talking.

Keep on it, Mateo. Yes, sir.

Sir, in regards to your comments regarding Miss Vukovic, I want to assure

sir, that I would never allow my personal feelings to work. Yes, sir.

Sir, we found nothing untoward, sir.

Nash, Delmore, accompany me to the ladies' barracks. We'll continue the

Sir, permission to ask what we're searching for, sir.

Permission denied.

Is there anything more, soldier?

No, sir. Whiskey Charlie, this is Whiskey Spurs. Good news.

Though the satellite photos are not needed.

No, Taffy, the satellite photos are still needed. Whiskey Charlie, this is

Whiskey Spurs here.

Whiskey Charlie here. Where are you? Over.

Sorry, boss. Got an urgent call from our sheriff. Over.

You don't think much of me, do you?

What?

He knows he needs to clear M .O. cooperation with me. An urgent call

Over.

Limey Prick.

You don't think I'm a swimmer, do you?

Jesus Christ, Taffy, do we have to do this now?

No. In fact, we never have to discuss it again. I will call Hayekhan once more.

Check.

Sit down, Creech.

No.

The Imam and his wife are not very kind.

Who?

Giving out bonbons, are they?

She's a good woman, George.

I said sit down, Creech.

No.

The Imam says good words, wise words.

I don't think you quite understand the situation.

Me fat fuck friend.

You and that twat over there are there to listen to... Please, George, don't

that.

Nadia's hurting.

She stays in the rehab house. You have no right... What don't I have the right

to do?

I came to say... To tell you...

Get up!

Bastard! In heaven!

Come on!

Come on!

I'll fucking kill you! Kill you!

It's possible!

It's possible! How dare you!

Here on the very doorstep of our mosque!

What word? What word do you wish now?

Just a little misunderstanding, among them.

I'm sorry to disturb your evening rest.

Good night, brother.

Salaam alaikum.

Is it done?

Yes.

Officer Gratchitz has confessed to us that he sold it to you.

Now, who did you sell it to?

This, uh, Officer Gratchitz.

He did something bad, I think, yes?

He did! He did! He lied to the president!

Why would he do this?

You only have to observe.

I want the name.

I sold it to a man named Pavle.

Pavle? Okay. What Pavle? How the fuck should I know?

Pavle! Okay.

So, where can I find this Pavle?

She claims he's alive.

The son as well.

Just the profile.

Nothing else. He's a carny bastard.

You trust her?

Not as far as I can throw her, but she seems motivated to make a deal.

And I have intel from other sources which confirm it. What sources?

I'd rather not say. Well... But if you're thinking wooden shoes, you might

right.

What, the Haig war crimes tribunal?

It's heady stuff for an observer, Captain.

Does your team leader know about this? No. I'd rather it stay that way.

You got balls, boy.

Dragan Mikhailov has killed hundreds of people.

He's a wanted war criminal.

If we're not here to take the likes of him down, I don't know what the fuck we

are here for.

You?

Shane, there's a connection between this war criminal and the firefight this

morning. I don't know.

Someone to the east, sir.

You the translator?

I'm here.

Bring him to the table.

Fuck.

You ask him what the shootout was over.

Ask him if it was a money drop for Dragan Mikhailov.

Ask him.

Ask him what happened

to the money.

He said he will not answer until you give him a translator.

He can fuck.

That's very fucking funny.

You think that's funny?

You think that's fucking funny? You think it's funny? You fucking...

What's going on here, gentlemen?

You what?

He said he wants to fuck her.

You submit yourself

and all yourself in the name of Allah the compassionate the merciful

And declare yourself

The words are in your heart from the day God made you No one deserves to be

worshipped But God, Muhammad is the messenger of God.

Now stand up.

A true Muslim.

What do you do here, George?

Nice children.

For the ladies.

I go out tonight and... In, George.

You know that truck?

The one with the liquor?

Yeah. Take care of it.

I will.

Tonight.

Tonight?

You're the man, George.

Mm -hmm.

United United United United

City City Leeds

Leeds Scousers Scousers

No, it definitely is.

Yeah.

I found it where I was supposed to meet him.

There's a bunch of numbers on here.

I'm going to send them to you, see if you can't dig something up.

Oh.

There's some photos on it, too.

He's a kinky little bastard.

All right, I'll send them to you as soon as I can. Yeah.

Cheers.

This isn't normal, George.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Hello?

You want me to tell them I sold you a gun?

That gun kill someone?

My own friend.

Guns don't kill.

Good give you a nosh.

You're goddamn crazy.

Good night, Captain.

Good night, little shit one.

He's a witness in an investigation I'm advising the police on.

What happened to you?

Make no mistake, Sean.

I know this man was capable of monstrous acts.

But his death is still a crime.

His wife was widowed, his son was orphaned.

Tell me the truth.

I used to be a seminary student. Did you know that?

Now I only put my faith in the law.

The police are running fingerprints.

I'm confident we'll have the name of the guilty party tomorrow.

What name?

Officer of the law, I'm afraid.

Which officer of the law?

I deserve an answer.

What's that all about?

You know, when I was a

military observer in Sierra Leone, my so -called team leader, was a major Chow

Yun -duo from China.

He was a real nice bloke.

Except he was a spy.

And what he had to spy on in that sad place.

Every night, he would send his report to the United Nations, and we would say,

Major, is that the same bullshit that you're sending to Beijing?

You're pointing.

Eyes and ears, bloke.

Eyes and ears.

about blue hair and blue hair.

So, what kind of hair does this woman have? Blue.

And how is the sea also blue?

People, the woman has yellow hair.

No, she's blue.

It's amazing how some blue has become normal.

Is it, is that blue?

Let's go to the sea, it's the same blue.

What?

I'm sorry, I'm tired of you, dad.

Idiots!

After all this, they sent me the wrong satellite photos.

I asked for 4782 -9823.

They sent me 9623.

I begged and begged for nothing.

How can I tell her?

Look at this. Not even close to where I asked.

Shit.

Oh,

mon dieu.

Welcome, welcome.

Thank you for coming once again.

Come right on down, please.

Mom, this is Anna Method.

I'm keen to see where she's going to go in school.

Pleasure to meet you.

Let's go! Are you

a good student, Anna?

Yes, I am.

Who is this creepo with the chameleon?

Gavrilo messaged his daughter.

Remember? He's back.

Stop it! Drop that backhoe down!

Stop! Stop!

Drop the backhoe down!

It's not good, Sean. Look.

Get them out of here!

Get them out! Get them out!

Desert wind and a perverse desire to win.

History buried in shame.

All those beating drums, celebration drums, the thunder and the laughter,

blasting in the mountains.

All those beating drums, celebration drums, thunder and the laughter,

in the mountains.