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(indistinct chatter in French)

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Local jihadis.

This one fought in Syria.

He came back six months ago.

These two we also know.

They go to a local mosque.

It is known for radicalizing youths.

They were using TracEuro.

That explains the extra manpower.

♪ ♪

(Greer speaking foreign language)

(call to prayer playing over loudspeakers)

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

(praying in Arabic)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Rifle.

Time of flight, 20 seconds.

Cease laser.

Laser safe.

I'm going back out to a one-mile orbit.

Do a BDA.

Nice shot, bitch.

(sniffles)

Tombstone, Riot Grrl.

Time to change over.

All right.

We sent units to check the train, but we didn't find him.

Yeah, because the Metro is the perfect place

to dump surveillance. Smart.

SANDRINE: Not smart enough.

We found his telephone in the trashcan

along with a bloody shirt.

JACK: Wait, did somebody check the hospitals?

No one with his description was admitted.

Capitaine?

-Bruno. -Jim.

-Jack. -What's that?

SANDRINE: Fleury-Mérogis sent over

Mousa bin Suleiman's prison records.

In 23 months, he only had one visitor,

his brother, Ali bin Suleiman.

JACK: His brother?

Wait.

That's him.

That's the man I chased.

The address he used to sign into visitation is in the 93.

Ninety-three?

-93 Department. -A Muslim neighborhood.

You can arrange a team and be there in less than an hour.

Hey. You followed him out of the building

with your gun out and you didn't shoot?

There were civilians in the background.

I didn't have a clean shot.

If you pull your weapon to shoot,

you shoot.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(exhales)

Uh...

(game show playing on television)

(truck passing outside)

♪ ♪

(siren wailing in distance)

(roulette ball spinning)

(cheering)

♪ I'm only human ♪

♪ I'm only, I'm only ♪

♪ I'm only human, human... ♪

DEALER: Uh, I'm not allowed

to accept currency that's been defaced, sir.

I'm sorry, that's casino policy.

(laughs)

It's green, ain't it?

I ain't never heard of a bank

turning down good old American greenbacks

just 'cause it had some writing on it, have you?

♪ I'm only human after all... ♪

Stanley Kowalski.

Victor Polizzi.

This is my better half, Blanche Dubois.

It's a pleasure, Victor.

Ma'am.

And your change.

♪ Take a look in the mirror... ♪

VICTOR: Red, please.

♪ Do you see it clearer ♪

♪ Or are you deceived ♪

♪ In what you believe... ♪

DEALER: No more bets.

♪ 'Cause I'm only human after all ♪

♪ You're only human... ♪

14 red.

Winner, red.

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

(laughs)

Tell me, Victor, are you in the service?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

I knew it.

Sir? Would you like to place another bet?

Red.

♪ Some people got the real problems ♪

♪ Some people out of luck... ♪

DEALER: No more bets.

♪ Some people think I can solve them... ♪

Red five.

-Winner, red. -(cheering, applause)

How about that?

♪ After all ♪

♪ I'm only human after all ♪

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

Black, all of it.

♪ Don't put the blame on me ♪

♪ I'm only human ♪

♪ I make mistakes ♪

♪ I'm only human... ♪

DEALER: Black 22!

-Winner, black. -(cheering) -MAN: Nice job, buddy.

(applause)

(clears throat)

Black 22?

All of it.

(laughter)

MAN: Crazy!

-Black 22. -WOMAN: Wow.

DEALER: Yes, sir.

♪ 'Cause I'm no prophet ♪

♪ Or Messiah ♪

♪ Should go looking somewhere higher ♪

DEALER: No more bets.

♪ Ah ♪

(exhales)

♪ I'm only human after all ♪

♪ I'm only human... ♪

Black 22!

(cheering, applause)

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

STANLEY: Oh, my God!

This is your lucky night, sport.

♪ I'm just a man, I do what I can ♪

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

DEALER: That's $29,400, sir.

(applause)

Copy.

Okay, I understand how a kid with no options, no future

gets seduced by extremism, but...

how does it happen to somebody like him?

I mean, he graduates from the University of Paris Dauphine,

with a degree in business, top five percent of his class.

Then he gets arrested for assault,

just throws it all away. Why?

SANDRINE: We have an entire generation of Muslims

living here who have no jobs, no prospects.

But he got a degree.

He got out.

You think a piece of paper changes

the way the world sees you?

In America, you can still be an African and an American,

you can be a Mexican-American, an Italian-American,

a Chinese-American.

In France, there are no hyphenates.

You are either French, or you are not.

(giggling): Here we go...

-Oh! -(grunts, laughs)

(both laugh)

Come on, let's celebrate.

30 grand, man.

I've never seen a winning streak like that.

STANLEY: Where's the ice?

VICTOR: Uh... kitchen's that way.

Does this work?

Ah, I love these guys.

Uh, how does it work?

Can you make this work?

Yeah, here.

Hi.

(Blanche laughs softly)

"Never Tear Us Apart" by INXS playing ♫

(laughs)

What are you doing?

Hey, what-what are you doing?

(Victor laughs)

Wait, wait-- whoa, whoa, wait.

Stop. You got to stop...

Blanche, Blanche.

You're drunk.

♪ Don't ask me... ♪

-Mm. -VICTOR: We can't do this.

We can't do this, your husband is in there.

Blanche, your husband is...

You got to stop, you got to stop.

You got to...

♪ Your precious heart ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ I was standing... ♪

Oh, shit, shit.

(grunts)

I didn't touch her.

♪ Two worlds collided... ♪

Sh-- she came on to me, man.

♪ Tear us apart... ♪

You got to relax, sport.

The party's just getting started.

♪ We could live... ♪

Like I said,

it is your lucky night.

What is going on?

♪ From your tears ♪

♪ I told you ♪

♪ That we could fly ♪

(Victor grunts)

♪ 'Cause we all have wings ♪

♪ But some of us don't know why ♪

♪ I... ♪

(moans)

♪ I was standing ♪

♪ You were there ♪

♪ Two worlds collided ♪

♪ And they could never ♪

♪ Ever ♪

♪ Tear us apart ♪

(panting)

(moaning)

♪ We could live... ♪

Oh, honey.

-You were fantastic. -(grunts)

♪ I'd make wine from your tears... ♪

Wasn't he terrific, Stanley?

♪ That we could fly... ♪

Where's the little girl's room?

Over there.

♪ But some of us don't know why ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ I was standing... ♪

STANLEY: She is something, ain't she?

♪ You were there... ♪

(laughing): Yeah.

♪ Two worlds collided ♪

♪ And they could never... ♪

Oh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa-- hold...

No offense, but I'm not into that.

(shouts) The fuck?!

Are you fucking doing?

(shouts) Are you fucking crazy?

Stop!

(groaning)

BLANCHE: Baby.

Don't hurt him too bad.

(panting)

I'm gonna deal with you later.

Go to the car.

♪ I was standing ♪

♪ You were there... ♪

Thank you for your service.

♪ Two worlds collided ♪

(door closes)

♪ Never tear us apart... ♪

Wait!

(coughs)

Take it.

Please?

Take it.

I don't want your money, scout.

That's yours.

You earned it.

♪ Tear us apart... ♪

(exhales)

(indistinct chatter)

(music playing)

(buttons clicking)

(typing)

(computer chimes)

-As-salaam alaikum. -Salaam.

(typing)

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(typing)

(indistinct chatter)

(French rap song playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(horns honking in distance)

(shouting)

(camera phone clicks)

Hey, Capitaine,

the mosque is open now,

Hold on. I'm going with you.

(speaking French)

Can I ask you something?

How could you be in the CIA,

knowing everything your government does?

Well, I figure it's better to be on the inside,

maybe be able to change something,

than be on the outside and not be able to change anything.

What'd you do for them?

I'm an analyst.

For a guy who works behind a desk,

you seem to like the field.

I think you have everyone fooled.

I think you are a wolf.

A wolf who plays at being a sheep.

Capitaine, s'il vous plaît.

Keep up.

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking French)

♪ ♪

(imam praying in Arabic)

Allahu Akbar.

ALL: Allahu Akbar.

(imam prays)

(all echo prayer)

Allahu Akbar.

As-salaam alaikum.

(speaking Arabic)

Uh, oui.

(speaking Arabic)

No, no? Monsieur?

No?

-(speaking French) -(speaking Arabic)

-Au revoir. -(speaking Arabic)

Salaam.

(speaking French)

No.

Oh.

(shouting in French)

(whimpering)

(speaking Arabic)

(laughter)

Hmm?

Yay!

-(Sara chuckles) -(Suleiman speaks Arabic)

(laughter)

CHILDREN: No.

(giggles)

(fire crackling loudly)

(Omer continues speaking in French)

(Cluzet speaking French)

(Ahmed speaking French)

What's wrong?

Nothing. They don't like the game.

They don't like this game?

Were you playing this game before?

(speaks French)

Who was playing the game?

(speaks French)

The man who was here.

(shuddering breaths)

Mama?

Samir...

SARA: Mama?

(Hanin speaks Arabic)

(whispering)

There he is.

We used the VIN number to access the GPS unit in the car.

We're getting units in place to intercept.

Intercept?

Shouldn't we follow him? See where he's going?

And risk more lives? No.

We all read the conversations

in the video game.

He's going to meet someone.

GREER: You have aerial surveillance.

We track him,

he might lead us back to his cell,

maybe even Suleiman himself.

This direction is taking him towards the Alps

where the drone will lose him in the clouds.

But you've already locked into his GPS,

so there's little chance of losing him.

He is responsible for the death

of French citizens on French soil.

Hold on.

I've been tracking Suleiman since Yemen.

Okay? Whatever he's planning,

is a hell of a lot worse than what happened at that apartment.

GREER: You've lost people.

I've been there.

But we know he's going to meet somebody

and we have to be there when he does.

If we're wrong,

you get to take him before he reaches the border.

But if we're right,

you're gonna get all of them.

Okay.

We'll follow him.

But he doesn't cross the border.

You ride with her.

RIOT GRRL: Aha.

Damn, momma.

That's the fourth time she's gotten laid this week.

Yo, man, this shit's better than a novella.

Yo.

McFly?

Hey, what's up with you?

You might as well just tell me what happened.

Did you accidentally pick up

another tranny on Fremont Street?

Ava, I said let it go.

All right.

Geez.

Does he know yet?

No.

He's still waiting for him to come home.

(door opens)

(speaking Arabic)

(speaks Spanish)

Where'd this guy come from?

What do you got?

Silver Nissan.

Never seen it in this area before.

Well, that's too fancy to be local.

Right.

Okay. I'm gonna get him.

Who is he looking for?

Gonna drop his picture into Mirc Chat.

See what I can get.

RIOT GRRL: Copy that.

(horns blaring)

RIOT GRRL: What the hell is he doing?

VICTOR: Got something.

Abbas Al-Fathi.

He's POI, but he's surveillance only.

(car horn honking, people screaming)

RIOT GRRL: This ain't good.

Sir, we got a situation over here.

Tombstone, what's up?

(scoffs) Look at this shit.

(car horn honking, people screaming)

(yelling in Arabic)

RIOT GRRL: God damn.

WHITMORE: Are they in the target deck?

One is POI, but he's surveil only.

Okay, well, there you have it.

-There's nothing you can do. -RIOT GRRL: Seriously?

We're just gonna watch these girls

get robbed or raped or worse?

You could run this up the chain of command

before you shoot me down.

Okay.

They're gonna say the same thing.

Shh.

(girls crying)

(Sara screams)

The fuck?

(wailing)

Mama!

Yeah, this is Captain Whitmore over at Creech.

We have a POI: Abbas Al-Fathi.

He just got shot by an unknown military-aged male.

Looks like he's now about to rape a female villager.

Request permission to engage.

(crying)

(wailing)

RIOT GRRL: Come on, come on.

We got to do something.

Sir, I've got a shot.

Stand down.

Stand down.

You do not have authorization

to take that shot.

Do you hear me?!

Acknowledge my fucking order.

(wails)

WHITMORE: Boy, you just disobeyed a direct order

and you broke the rules of engagement.

Tombstone, you are relieved of your post.

-Get me an MP. -Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir, I'm here. -Need security over here.

I see. Yes, sir.

Okay.

Copy that, sir.

You are fucking lucky.

Let's go.

(crying)

(engine starts)

God damn.

That was, like...

God damn.

(laughs)

Shit.

Go ahead.

You earned it.

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