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"The Safety Dance" by 'Men without Hats' playing ♫

- ♪ We can dance if we want to ♪ - (laughing)

♪ We can leave your friends behind ♪

♪ 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance ♪

♪ Well, they're no friends of mine ♪

♪ Say, we can go where we want to ♪

♪ A place where they will never find ♪

♪ And we can act like we come from out of this world ♪

- ♪ Leave the real one far behind ♪ -(door opening)

- ♪ And we can dance... ♪ - (laughing)

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♪ We can go where we want. ♪

(music stops)

(speaks Arabic)

♪ ♪

Mama.

(speaking Arabic)

♪ ♪

(clucks, squawks)

(laughing)

Mousa.

(jet engines rumbling)

- (explosions) - (gasps)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

(indistinct shouting in distance)

♪ ♪

(car horns honking)

- (grunts) - Whoa.

(car horn honking)

(brakes squealing)

Watch it, shithead.

Asshole.

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Dr. Ryan.

Tough loss for your O's last night.

Could be worse, Harold.

Could be a Mets fan.

LAYLA: So let's make sure we get them in by Thursday.

Are we on Yemeni time this morning, Dr. Ryan?

No, ma'am.

Okay, let's get started.

So last night we got some fresh Houthi SIGINT from the Fort.

You'll find the serial link in the morning e-mail.

CTC Europe wants to see a list

of all SWIFT transactions out of Islamabad.

That's you, Patrick.

(typing)

(phone rings)

Yes.

Yes, sir.

You can go in now.

Mmm, Jim.

(clears throat)

Have a seat.

(both grunt)

So...

how was your leave?

GREER: Long.

I took a boat out to Nags Head. Did some fishing.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Sounds calming.

- Mm-hmm. - Hmm.

How's Jasmine?

I wouldn't know.

I've only seen her once at her lawyer's.

Oh, sorry. Y-You still have a ring on.

I thought maybe the two of you were trying

to work it out.

Hmm.

This is the, uh, this is the read book

that the outgoing chief

T-FAD had them make for you.

The group is mostly analysts, a couple of case officers.

Uh, you know, you'll have reps from, uh,

Treasury and Justice, uh...

No one you'd know.

(sighs)

Uh, you know, Jim,

it is what you make of it.

It's a backwater post, Nate.

And we both know it.

It's a second chance. And one, frankly,

that not a lot of people on this floor

felt you deserved.

Mmm.

Now...

(sighs)

Oh, and-and Jim?

You know, just so we're clear.

I went to bat for you.

Don't fuck me on this.

(door opens)

(door closes)

And Al Arabiya has a special this week

on the conflict, which might be worth checking out.

Where can we get that from?

LAYLA: OSC should have it up online, and...

Morning.

(door closes)

I'm James Greer.

I'm your new group chief.

Oh, shit.

He was chief of station in Karachi.

GREER: Why don't we go around the table,

just stand up, introduce yourselves,

and tell me what you're working on.

Let's start with you.

Aye, sir. I'm Tarek Kassar.

I work PAD.

Currently, I'm tracking SIGINT in the region,

trying to get coverage on the hawala networks

out of Islamabad.

Very well.

Noreen Yang. I work Europe.

Uh, we just completed our second round of analysis

on SWIFT transactions based on liaison data from French

and Belgian assets, sir.

Your turn, Lance Armstrong.

(clears throat) Uh, Jack Ryan. I work Yemen.

I've been monitoring SWIFT network transactions

in and around Aden.

And...?

JACK: And...

Um...

Well, actually, in the last few months,

I have red-flagged several of these transactions

as potentially suspicious.

GREER: Suspicious?

How so?

It's anomalous to see large, one-off SWIFT transactions

to individuals, especially in Yemen.

And normal SWIFT transactions usually occur in patterns.

What's your concern?

What's at issue?

- (mouths) - JACK: Um,

it is my theory

that the individual behind these transactions

could be a high-level target.

Hmm.

Which one?

Well, now, that I'm not... (chuckles)

- necessarily clear... - Who is he?

I believe his name is Suleiman.

It means "man of peace."

He just popped up on CTC Yemen's radar.

The RH assets have mentioned him as well, so...

That's it?

They heard a name.

What else have they said?

It's not about what they're saying, sir,

it's about how they're saying it.

I mean, they're talking about this guy

with real reverence, and I'm not talking sectarianism.

I mean, he appeals to Shia and Sunni.

Wow.

A brand-new bin Laden on my first day.

Who would have thunk it?

(laughter)

So how come you're the only one

that knows about this mystery man?

Well, one of the difficulties in cobbling together intel

is dealing with two databases

that aren't meant to talk to one another.

Mm-hmm.

That's why I've actually written a custom SQL query--

Next.

Uh...

hi.

I'm Patrick. I cover Syria.

(elevator bell chimes)

PATRICK: SQL query. Seriously?

You went there, Ryan?

TAREK: Ops guys like maps and graphics.

You should try putting stick figures

in your reports next time.

Anyone know why he got PNG'd back to headquarters?

I heard he went all Colonel Kurtz in the desert,

started making S.A.D. dip their bullets in pigs' blood

so anyone they killed wouldn't go to Paradise.

- Jesus. - Shit.

Yeah.

(laughing, speaking Arabic)

-(vehicles approaching)

- GIRL: Mama...

(speaking Arabic)

(men shouting indistinctly)

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Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

(speaks Arabic)

(men murmur indistinctly)

- Salaam alaikum. - Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Salaam alaikum.

ALEX TREBEK (on TV): A 1621 treaty with the Wampanoags

gave the Pilgrims protection

against this tribe from what's now Rhode Island.

Narragansett.

- (beep on TV) -That tribe would be the Narragansett.

- (phone ringing) - Lani, start.

LANI: March Madness, $200.

TREBEK: This laundry substance made possible

the Elizabethan fancy collar...

- Hello? - JOE: Jack! How are you?

Hey, Joe.

It's been what, four years?

Uh... five, I think.

JOE: I didn't wake you, did I?

JACK: What can I do for you, Joe?

I was wondering if we could get together.

There's something I'd like to talk to you about.

JACK: We can talk right now.

No, I'd rather not do it over the phone.

Come by the house on Sunday.

I've got a little gathering for my birthday. Nothing big.

Some friends and family. You remember where, right?

Yeah, I...

You know what? I really appreciate the invite, Joe, but...

Jack...

I'm not asking you as your former boss.

I'm asking you as a friend.

- Yeah. - Great.

Drop by around 1:00. See you then.

Sounds good.

TREBEK: Octavian sank the forces of this man eight ways to Sunday

to win the 31 BC naval battle of Actium.

(sighs)

Mark Antony.

- (beep on TV) - TREBEK: Octavian beat

Mark Antony.

(rhythmic clicking)

(siren wailing in distance)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(rhythmic whooshing, metronome clicking)

(whooshing and clicking intensify)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(siren blaring outside)

(gasps)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(inhales, exhales)

(sniffs)

(keyboard keys clicking)

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Jack...

got you a Danish. It's blueberry.

Oh, thanks, Teresa.

- And a... coffee? - Yes.

Hold on one second. Thank you.

Sir, do you have a minute?

For you, Bright Boy, I got five.

Come in.

What have you got?

I found something you got to see.

What am I looking at?

These are financial transactions through an app called TracEuro.

You use your cell phone.

Yeah, they were using that in Karachi before I left.

Every one of these transactions is linked to this account

opened a week and a half ago in a bank in Aden

by a Saudi import-export company, but...

the business license of that company

is less than a month old.

This is a shell.

Okay.

So...

six SWIFT transactions have come through in the last eight days.

They total over $9 million.

Of all the other accounts that I've been monitoring,

only two have ever gone above six figures, and barely.

Large transactions attract attention.

Why go big now and risk popping up on our radar?

Maybe he doesn't even care about drawing attention,

because whatever he's planning, he's ready now.

This is it. We got him.

"He"?

You mean Suleiman.

Sir, he's real.

I promise you he is real.

Don't you think there are people

on the seventh floor that would have loved

this opportunity 20 years ago

the first time they heard the name "bin Laden"?

All I'm asking is order a demarche,

freeze the account.

You're not there yet.

I'm not there yet?

(sighs)

S...

Sir?

9/11 cost half a million dollars.

If he is real, what do you think he can do with 20 times

that amount of money? We have to chase this down.

Once the money's gone, he's gone.

I promise you that.

Just order a demarche and freeze the account.

Is there anything else?

(sighs)

(paper rustling)

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking Arabic)

(men speaking Arabic)

(bird hooting)

(radio static)

Sayiddah.

We can speak English.

Like some tea?

Thank you.

JACK: He's hesitating because he's scared.

Scared? Greer?

Do you know how badly you have to screw up

to go from Chief of Base to the head of T-FAD?

He can't make another mistake, he knows that.

Even if you're right,

you don't have the authority to write a demarche.

Okay?

That's--

Treasury. I know.

(sighs)

Jack.

(typing)

I don't know. What about Greer?

You don't work for Greer.

Treasury's its own thing.

Honestly, though, I don't want you to do it if you're uncomfortable.

I just...

I don't know. I get so frustrated

when people say Treasury doesn't do anything.

- You know? - Yeah.

It's fine.

Okay, let's do it.

(typing)

That was awesome.

Was that it?

Yeah.

- Oh. - Yes.

(Teresa laughs)

(whispering): Good job.

Thank you.

(giggling)

(giggling continues)

(engine starts)

(phone ringing)

Greer.

Jim?

Pete.

PETE: I think my aide must have put me through

to the wrong extension.

I'm trying to get ahold of the T-FAD group chief.

You're talking to him.

Oh.

What can I do for you?

I'm calling about this demarche y'all ordered.

I didn't order a demarche.

Well, some Treasury officer in your shop did.

- Jim? - I'll call you right back.

Ryan. My office. Now.

Shut the door.

I told you to stand the fuck down,

and you went behind my back and froze that account.

That was Treasury's call.

Oh, bullshit!

The ink on that demarche

may be theirs, but this was your idea.

Listen, if you're worried about this blowing back on you, don't.

Okay? I'll take full responsibility.

Oh. Is that what you think?

That I'm trying to protect my career? Look around.

That ship has sailed.

And let me ask you something.

You've been doing this for how long?

Almost four years.

Oh, "almost four years."

Holy shit. (chuckles)

That's, like... Wow.

I am impressed.

Now, let's say that you're actually right

and Suleiman

or Casper the Friendly Ghost or whoever the fuck

actually exists.

What do you think he does when he finds out

a state entity has frozen his bank account?

He cuts bait and you get nothing!

How many people you know walk away from $9 million?

- That money means everything to him. - I agree.

Which is why we could've

sat on that bank, tracked every courier who came and went,

and wrapped up the whole goddamn network.

Yeah.

Or we could've just watched the front door of the bank

while they walked out, pulled off the next 9/11,

and we didn't do a thing.

Get the fuck out of my office.

(indistinct chatter)

(horn honks)

(horn honking)

Bank manager's on the move.

(indistinct chatter)

(starts engine)

(clucking)

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking indistinctly)

(indistinct chatter)

We got a meet and greet.

Two military-age males, table,

north edge of the market.

(indistinct chatter)

Guys, get me some audio on that table.

(pounding)

(speaks Arabic)

(indistinct chatter)

Overwatch is in position.

I have eyes on.

(Arabic transmitted over earpieces)

(garbled transmission)

Guys, your audio is fucked.

I can't hear a fucking thing.

Can somebody fix the goddamn audio?

Do we have a lip reader?

(speaking Arabic)

Jesus Christ, people.

They're Oscar Mike.

I no longer have visual.

What do you want to do?

(indistinct chatter)

Fuck it. We'll take them once they're out of the market.

What about the bank manager?

Cut him loose.

Stay on the other two.

(engine starts)

Send containment to second intersection.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

- (zapping) - (grunting)

(tires screech)

(speaks Arabic)

♪ ♪

(phone rings)

Greer.

Hey, Jim. It's Pete Cortwright again.

You're not gonna believe this.

(mid-tempo jazz playing)

(woman laughs)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Let me guess.

Fishing rod?

Happy birthday, Joe.

How you doing, Jack?

- You look good. Fit. - Thank you.

So, "just a few friends," huh?

(sighs): Well, maybe I undersold it by a tiny bit.

- Yeah. - Drink?

- Sure. - Ah.

Hey, Ben, thanks for coming.

All right, so you got me down here--

what is it you want to talk about?

There's something, uh, I'd like you to take a look at for me.

I bet there is. Listen, Joe, I--

No, no, no, it's not what you think.

I'm managing a new fund

with potential investors out of South Korea.

Very aggressive.

Joe...

I left Wall Street for a reason.

- I'm not coming back. - (chuckles) I'm not asking you

to come back.

I'm asking what the State Department

is saying about North Korea.

Am I gonna get fucked here?

Jesus, Joe.

Yeah, that's why I couldn't talk on the phone.

Whoa.

You got the wrong guy.

I'm not that kind of State Department.

I'm not asking for top secret info.

I'm asking which way the wind is blowing.

There must have been a memo, something...

That's not quite how it works.

Okay, look, Jack, I'll cut you in on this.

Be like old times.

Joe...

I wish I could help you.

You know the problem

with this self-righteous Boy Scout routine?

Is that one day you're gonna wake up...

and realize that you've been lying to yourself

about not wanting all of this.

And you know what?

By then, it's gonna be too late.

MAN: Joe.

- Gordie! - Happy birthday.

Thank you! So glad you could make it.

Enjoy the party.

♪ ♪

Could I have a beer, please?

Make that two.

Way to really piss off the host.

Uh...

- You... you heard that? - Just the last part.

I especially liked it when he called you

a "self-righteous Boy Scout."

Well, at least I'm not an asshole, right?

Fair enough.

- I'm Jack. - (bottles tap)

Cathy.

Cathy.

Cathy Mueller?

Oh, no. You are Joe's daughter.

Have we met?

Not technically, no.

Joe used to have a picture of you behind his desk.

I think you'd graduated med school, your hair was...

longer then.

Listen, what I said about your dad...

Being an asshole?

Don't worry about it.

So, are you a doctor? Whereabouts?

Washington Memorial.

I specialize in infectious diseases.

Wow. That sounds...

Disgusting?

A little bit.

And what about you?

State Department.

I run, uh, supply chain logistics

for the Western Hemisphere.

That sounds...

(helicopter blades whirring)

Boring?

(guests gasp)

(indistinct chatter)

Dr. Ryan?

Dr. Ryan?

- WOMAN: What is going on? - MAN: No idea.

Dr. Ryan?

I'm Petty Officer Second Class Dillard

with the United States Coast Guard.

I need you to come with me.

Sir, I need your keys.

For what?

I have orders -to drive your car back to your apartment.

Okay, I...

Hold on a sec. Um...

I don't know, maybe I could...

- Sir, we have to go. - Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

- Right in here, sir. - Watch your step.

♪ ♪

- Out to the side. - Keep your head down, sir.

What's the matter? You don't like flying?

- What the hell's going on? - That account you froze--

S.A.D. and Yemeni PSO picked up somebody.

Suleiman?

No. A couple of couriers, they think.

Wait, you said S.A.D.,

but I didn't order any surveillance.

I did.

I thought you said I wasn't "there yet."

You weren't. But that doesn't mean you were wrong.

Well, how come you couldn't have said that,

instead of throwing me out of your office?

Because I don't know you.

And I don't answer to you.

Now, S.A.D. and the Yemenis are gonna run the interrogation.

But you're the one that knows all this financial shit,

so I need you there to make sure they know what questions to ask.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What? N-No.

You-- I can't go to Yemen.

Why not?

I'm an analyst.

I don't interrogate people; I write reports.

Well, that's gonna make a doozy.

Get on the fucking plane.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Thanks for the ride. - Sir.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Jim. Good to see you, brother.

Matice, this is Dr. Ryan.

- Matice. - How you doing?

- What you a doctor of? - Economics.

Cool.

Man, I thought you were in Pakistan.

No. Back at Langley.

- Headquarters? - Yeah.

Sorry to hear that, man.

What about you? What's your story, Doctor?

- Oh, I'm an analyst. - No shit?

What do you analyze?

Global markets, mostly.

Financial aberrations, stuff like that.

You got any tips?

- Tips? - Stocks and shit.

Trying to expand my portfolio.

This is Captain Achmed.

He's gonna be running the interrogation.

Welcome.

(door opens)

(indistinct chatter)

(man crying)

Hey, Archie.

Leave your merit badges at the door.

(country music playing faintly)

MATICE: This is us.

(music grows louder)

♪ It casts a big shadow sitting in the sun ♪

♪ She's got it revved up and rockin' ♪

♪ Ready to run ♪

♪ And someday soon I'm gonna climb right up ♪

♪ And take a little ride ♪

♪ In her big ol' truck ♪

♪ ♪

How y'all like that Toby Keith?

- ♪ She's got bucket seats... ♪ - (music stops)

I'm actually more of a George Strait man myself.

"Amarillo By Morning."

"All My Ex's Live in Texas."

But to each his own.

This one here... is your honcho.

Omar Rahbini.

Saudi.

Bodyguard.

Yemeni driver's license.

Soufan something or other.

What is a Saudi doing in Aden?

Well, he said he was here on business.

We found that in his briefcase.

Called the number on there,

got a answering service.

It's probably bullshit anyway.

Did you say one of 'em had a phone?

(speaks Arabic)

(helicopter passing outside)

Oh, did y'all want a Fanta?

(phone rings)

Same number as the transfers.

Ding, ding, ding.

Looks like we have a winner.

(men speaking Arabic)

SOLDIER: On your feet. Let's go. Move it.

(indistinct chatter)

(man speaking Arabic)

Where you going?

I've been at this for hours.

- I need some air. - (knocks)

(man continues speaking Arabic)

(door opens)

(man shouts in Arabic)

(helicopter passes outside)

Can I help you with something, sir?

Where do I get something to eat?

(trucks approaching)

WILLIAMS: I know these guys.

Stay put.

SOLDIER: Let's go, to the left.

SOLDIER 2: Yes, sir.

Assalamualaikum.

WILLIAMS: Mualaikumwasalam.

We have four more for you, my friend.

They were killed in drone strike.

(flies buzzing)

You cross off your list.

We have deal, right?

Okay, Monty Hall.

Let's make a deal.

(exhales)

Thank you, Corporal. That's all.

(speaks Arabic)

Go ahead.

It's not poison.

(helicopter passes outside)

God be with you, my friend.

Yeah, okay.

(speaks Arabic)

Get these old boys in the cooler till the doc can I.D. them.

Earlier, when I mentioned money transfers,

you looked up.

You understood.

I assume you understand me now.

Soufan, that's a, um...

Lebanese name, isn't it?

Do you do this often?

Kidnapping innocent people off the street

and interrogate them.

You're my first one, actually.

How am I doing?

(chuckles softly)

I'm an analyst.

What does that mean?

Well, it means I work behind a desk.

Mm-hmm.

What about you, Soufan, what do you do?

I'm a bodyguard.

(sighs)

How'd you get those scars on your hands?

It's an old wound from when I was a boy.

In Lebanon?

Morgue's straight ahead, that way.

(heavy door closes)

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

The other man... Rahbini.

How do you know him?

He's my client.

♪ ♪

You work for him a lot?

- First time. - What do you know about him?

Actually, I don't talk much to my clients.

But you do listen.

Soufan.

Have you ever heard the name "Suleiman"?

It's a common name here.

I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific.

Now what?

20 bucks says he wants more money.

(engine revs)

Oh, shit!

(Williams panting)

(indistinct shouting)

(shouting)

(siren blaring)

(soldiers shouting)

(explosion, shouting in distance)

(gun cocks)

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

(crying)

Back in the room, behind the door.

Post.

- (gunfire) - (men shouting)

(soldier shouting)

SOLDIER 2: Get him out of there!

- I got you, bro. - Fuck!

(soldiers shouting)

(gun clicks)

(shouting)

Incoming!

Fuckers got the generator!

We need to secure the front gate!

You two, on me!

Come on, let's go!

(gunfire continues in distance)

Drop it.

I said drop it.

(sniffs)

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Move.

No.

The other one.

(soldiers shouting)

Fuck!

We need armor!

Let's get to the APC!

- Yeah! - We need cover fire!

ALI: Where is he?

Run!

(grunts)

♪ ♪

Lay down cover fire!

Move to the APC!

(both panting)

Shoot me.

I drop this and we all die.

No.

(coughs)

I thought you were an analyst.

I thought you were a bodyguard.

It's you.

Suleiman.

(grenade clicks)

(wheezes)

♪ ♪

(distorted shouting)

(shouting in Arabic)

(shouting)

(shouting in Arabic)

(continues speaking in Arabic)

(ears ringing)

(labored breathing)

(wind whistling)

(screaming in distance)

(Ali screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(shouting)

(straining)

(shouting)

(sizzling)

(crying)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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