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(insects trilling)

(grunting)

(flies buzzing)

(soft thud)

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♪ ♪

(knock on car)

Samuel, you can go.

♪ ♪

(radio stations changing)

♪ ♪

(woman humming)

(woman singing softly)

No, Mama. No, Mama.

(coughing)

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Welcome to Adana.

I'm Lance Miller.

Jim Greer. Jack Ryan.

- Hey.
- Hey. How was the flight?

- Not bad.
- Hop in.

LANCE: You worked
with Nick Connor in Karachi.

GREER:
Yeah, I did.

He was my mentor.

Trained under him in Vienna.

Yeah, Nick's the real deal.

You couldn't do better.

- But those pastries...
- Oh, man, seriously.

Bring a box of those every day.

And pastries in Vienna
are like an art form.

Right.

GREER: So, where are we
with the target?

Got an asset. Guy's number three
in the Demir family.

They run the smuggling op
from the camp?

No, they run sex trafficking
and dope.

The Terzi family runs smuggling.
They're cousins.

My guy will be able
to get us access.

Wow. Take a break
from sex trafficking

and drug running for us?

How lucky are we?

They're all bad guys, buddy.

Nice guys don't know

about smuggling refugees
out of Turkey.

Taxi.

You need a ride?

Yeah.

How are you doing?

It's good.

I can take you the fastest way
to Incirlik Air Base.

No cheating.
I've driven there before.

Actually, I need to go to Syria.

This joke?

No, that's a town called Al Bab.

It's about 332 kilometers
from here.

You ISIS?

No one wants to drive you
to Syria.

How about now?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you get a chance to look
at those data sets I sent over?

Shit.

I got distracted
by this EVD thing.

Ebola?

Those the cultures David
Vannoy sent over from Liberia?

Yeah, from that new patient
who just popped up.

But I think he's got it
miscategorized. Look.

It matches EVD-27.

Which was eradicated.

Well, apparently not.

- And David won't acknowledge it?
- No.

And the patient doesn't match
the EVD-27 cluster of contacts

or the contacts of contacts.

- You tell him?
- Yeah.

He said it's impossible.

He told me to recheck my work,
which I did.

Well, fuck Vannoy.

Why don't you run this
by Sean Duncan and the Brits?

- Yeah, maybe I should.
- Yeah.

Send them an e-mail
and then let's go.

I'm buying us a pitcher of margs
tonight and we're not leaving

until we finish it
or go home with someone.

- Kevin's birthday.
- You forgot?

I forgot. Ah.

Come on. If anyone needs
a night out, it's you.

I can't.

- I-I got to finish this.
- Right.

Well, if you change your mind,
you know where we'll be.

Have fun.

I will.

(Turkish music playing on radio)

(upbeat Turkish rock plays)

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♪ ♪

(brakes screech)

(speaks Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

(coughs)

(flies buzzing)

Sara.

(speaking Arabic)

(panting)

Hey, hey, hey.

(woman yelling in Arabic)

(women screaming, shouting)

(panting)

CATHY: Thanks for taking
the time to get back to me.

I've got some
pretty interesting news.

I went down to see Samuel Edeke,

the Ebola index patient
we sent over to you.

The rVSV vaccine
hasn't worked for him.

Yeah, well,
that would make sense.

He has EVD-27,
and EVD-27 is vaccine resistant.

Right. And if you're wondering
how he got EVD-27

when he wasn't
in any of the patient clusters,

I can answer that, too.

What happened?

During the last outbreak,
Samuel's uncle was the guard

at a WHO cemetery

where all the EVD-27 victims
were buried.

Then, six months ago,
two foreign men show up.

They offer his uncle $500
to help them dig up a body.

The uncle, he gets cold feet.

But you know what 500 bucks is
over here,

so Samuel jumps in,
he replaces him.

Wait, what does he mean
by "foreign men"?

I don't know, two guys
who were Middle Eastern.

(exhales)
Jesus.

What did they want
that body for?

No idea.

I'm just focusing
on containing this.

(sighs)

Thanks, Sean.

Well, thanks for getting on it.

- Talk later.
- Cheers.

(beeps)

(horns honking)

(tires screech)

You just try to look casual,
like you know what you're doing.

I do know what I'm doing.

Good. Tell your face.

(intercom buzzes)

You have to wait.

♪ ♪

Follow me.

Oh, Lance.

LANCE:
Tony.

(both speaking Turkish)

These are the men
I told you about.

- I'm Tony.
- Jim.

This is Jack.

My pleasure.

You guys good here?

- Yeah.
- I'm heading out. You call if you need anything.

You got it.

(speaks Turkish)

Please. Sit.

(clears throat)

Welcome.

GREER:
Thank you.

GREER:
Mm.

Delicious.

JACK:
The woman we need to find.

She and her daughters
were staying

in a camp outside of Hassa.

They were smuggled out
last night.

We need to know
where they are now.

Your friend is all business.

Yeah, I know the people

who run the smuggling
out of the camps.

They meet a lot of young women.

Some of these women come
to work for me,

to make money for their futures.

Well, of course, we'll pay you
for the information.

The smugglers take them
to the coast.

But it's much harder
than a few years ago.

Most boats get turned back.

So they have to go much further.

Some go to Albania,

Northern Italy, Croatia.

It's a hard journey, I...

Where? Where on the coast
do they leave from?

(chuckles)

It's not the entrance
of a cruise ship, my friend.

It's changing
every couple of weeks.

They have to avoid the police,
or pay them off.

Which is not cheap.

Where are they now?

Today?

I can make a phone call.

(grunts)

(bag unzips)

GREER:
I'll give you 10,000 now,

and 10,000
when we locate the woman.

25,000 now,

25,000 when you find the woman.

GREER:
15,000 now.

And 20,000 when we recover
the woman.

TONY:
Give me a minute.

Then, we go.

We take your trucks.

You have always the best trucks.

(grunts)

There's got to be another way
to go about this.

Like what, Peabody?

Like, go to the Turkish police.

Oh, yeah.

"Hey, we're a couple of American

"intelligence officers
from the CIA.

"We were wondering
if you could help us

"find a woman who got caught up

"in one of your illegal
smuggling operations.

"You know, the ones
that you get paid off to ignore.

"And, oh, yeah,
we need to find her today,

before she gets on a boat."

Maybe that's not how it happens.

And maybe we can find
a unicorn and a rainbow.

Now, just follow along.

Watch and learn.

Okay?

♪ Cekirgeyi sal. verdim ♪

♪ Cekirgeyi
sal. verdim ♪

♪ Yaz. ya yaz. ya ♪

♪ Yaz. ya
yaz. ya... ♪

TONY:
You notice Daesh?

They all drive Toyotas.

Just like this.

They even take
other types of trucks.

They steal, sell them
and buy Toyotas.

This is what happens
when you have a great product.

You make money from both sides.

GREER:
Yeah, their trucks are shittier.

We have much nicer models.

TONY:
Yeah, maybe.

But you also paid
ten times as much.

Uh-huh.

(laughs)

America.

I love America.

Where are you from?

Cincinnati.

It's a city.

(laughs)

TONY:
And you, my friend?

Where are you from?

Don't worry
about where I'm from.

You don't like me.

You think you're the good guy,

I'm the bad guy.

Maybe you're right.

But maybe,

if I was born in a
nice city in America,

like Cincinnati...

...I could be the good guy, too.

Geography is destiny, my friend.

The world is the kiln,
we are the clay.

Wow, let me write that down.

(phone buzzing)

(ringtone playing "Copacabana")

♪ Her name was Lola... ♪

(speaking Turkish)

(Tony continues
speaking Turkish)

There was an incident
at the stop

where they refuel the trucks
before they go to the coast.

It may have involved your woman.

- We should go there now.
- Let's go.

♪ ♪

(bleating)

(indistinct chatter)

Give me a minute.

I don't know what you think
you're fucking doing,

but you need to unclench
your asshole.

We need this guy,
so dial that shit down.

(indistinct conversations)

We have a picture?

Sure.

She and her daughters were here.

A man arrived, followed them
into the latrine.

Your woman attacked him.

She and her children
left on foot.

What do you mean, attacked him?

TONY: He says she hit him
on the head with a rock.

He fell into the shit pit.

No way Suleiman uses a local
to find his wife.

So, what happened to him?
The guy in the shitter.

He cleaned up and is
driving to the coast.

Shit.

I have a shortcut we can take,

but we have to go now to catch
her, before the boats go out.

Let's go.

Mama.

Mama.

♪ ♪

(Tony speaks Turkish)

I swear, this gate is new.

There another way?

Not if you want
to make it to the coast

before the man
who is chasing your woman.

(quietly):
Stay in the car.

I'll take care of this.

I know the man
who owns this land.

Maybe his guards
need some money.

(speaking Turkish)

(indistinct conversation)

This feel wrong to you?

I can't tell yet.

He's just milking us
for more money.

Yeah.

So, we'll pay it.

(gunshots)

What the fuck happened?

- They shoot at me.
- Why?

They wanted money.

- So why didn't you pay them?
- I try to.

They wouldn't take
a reasonable amount.

I can't have them push me into
paying unreasonable amounts.

An "unreasonable" amount?

Why are we following this guy?

(laughs)

You want to find those girls?

You need me. Tony!

Ah, okay, maybe you can
wait a few weeks,

until one or two of them
ends up in my stable.

Jack. Jack!

Come on, Jack.
Cut that shit out.

Jack!

Cut that shit out!

- What the fuck are you doing?
- (speaking Turkish)

Cut it out!
Cut that shit out!

You know who I am?

Tony Ahmet Demir! You-- Listen!

It's not bad enough
that he's a rapist?

Now he's a fucking murderer?

This makes no kind of sense.

Let me lay this out for you.
We don't have province here.

You can't get anything done in a
place like this without a local.

The wife is who we need.
That's our mission.

Now, get that through
your thick fucking skull.

Let's do
what we came here to do.

And you!

Get in the goddamn truck.

And let's get this done.

Keys to the gate.

Come on.

TONY:
Huh?

Keys to the gate.

(car horn honking)

(goats bleating)

Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

(goats bleating)

I killed your son.

Uh, I killed your son.

Um, me...

from up there,

the sky.

Uh...

(imitates aircraft)

(imitates bomb falling)

(imitates explosion)

Me.

(speaking Arabic)

(clucking)

(speaking Arabic)

♪ ♪

(clinking in distance)

(clattering)

(panting)

(teapot whistling)

(fly buzzing)

(clucking in distance)

Um, this...

(man speaking Arabic)

(rooster crows in distance)

(man speaking Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)

Buy them? Buy them?

Yes. Yes.

Yes, yes. Uh...

I'd love to buy
all of your eggs.

Thank you.

Your son.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

(insects trilling)

(indistinct chatter)

(shouting in foreign language)

(muffled shouting)

(muffled wailing)

(muffled shouting)

(shouting)

Come on, come on.

(shouting)

(arguing)

(Hanin speaks softly)

(shouting)

(indistinct chatter)

(urges in Arabic)

RAMA:
Sara.

(indistinct chatter)

(Rama speaks Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)

(indistinct chatter)

(man shouting)

(insects trilling)

(phone buzzes)

♪ ♪

(Samir shouting)

Goal!

(shouting)

♪ ♪

(shouting)

Salaam alaikum.

- (screams)
- (speaking Arabic)

(shouting)

(shouting)

(shouting)

(screaming)

(indistinct chatter)

(shouting)

(gasps, shouting)

(shouting)

(shouting continues in distance)

Greer.

(shouting)

(speaks foreign language)

- (shouting)
- (speaking Arabic) -(pants)

(shouting, screaming)

Relax! Relax!

Put your weapons down!
Put your weapons down!

- (shouting)
- (Hanin panting)

(indistinct chatter)

(Rama shouts)

(Rama shouting)

(pants)

(Hanin panting)

(Rama crying)

(speaking quietly)

(murmuring)

(panting)

(speaking Turkish)

They will give you the woman
but not the children.

No way.

(whimpering)

(panting)

Okay.

(quietly):
What are you doing?

You better put your gun down
before you get shot.

She's not gonna help us
if we let them take her kids.

Just put your weapon down.

(panting, crying)

(sighs)

(gasping)

(speaks Turkish)

(speaking Turkish)

(Hanin gasps)

(screaming)

(men shouting)

Put your weapons down!

(speaking Turkish)

(screaming, moaning)

(Tony speaking Turkish)

Put the weapons down!

(speaking Turkish)

Relax.

There's just friends here.
Just friends.

(speaks Turkish)

(speaks Arabic)

Okay. We'll be there by then.

Plane is waiting for us
at Incirlik.

Everybody in the truck.

You're the finance guy.

Pay the man.

Good luck with the woman.

Good-bye, Cincinnati.

(engine starts)

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(helicopter blades whirring)

Hey. I got some games
for you girls.

Is that okay?

Yes. That is fine.

Great.
(sighs)

I'll show you how to play.

Do you mind if we speak
privately?

You speak English.

My uncle taught me.

He was driver in Damascus

for some foreign businessmen...

back before...

everything.

Hanin, I have to tell you...

We've cleared you
to fly to the U.S.

But if you don't help me,

you and your daughters
cannot stay.

Help how?

I need to know what
your husband's plans are.

I don't know.

He changed.

I had no idea he was going to do
what he did.

I believe you.

And if you help me,

I can make sure that nothing
like that ever happens again.

I don't know his plans.

But you do know where he is.

All you have to do is point.

You're right
to worry about Samir.

I know you left him behind.

I had to leave.

I know you did.

And I'm gonna do everything
I can to get him back for you,

but you have to show me
where he is.

I've lost everything.

Everything but them.

My son...

I want your word
you will get him back.

Promise me.

I can't do that.

You know I can't.

But I'm the best chance
you have.

That I can promise you.

(exhales)

I got it.

I got the location.

That's good. Sit down.

(helicopter blades whirring)

You want to know what happened
to me in Karachi?

I was going after an asset.

The guy was a deputy chief
of staff for the Pakistani army.

A huge fucking get
if I could turn him.

A game-changer for the Agency.

I got all the right signals.

I...

had it all teed up.

I knew that he had
money problems,

a bad marriage, so we meet.

In a tea house,
back of the room.

But... (sighs) the guy's
nervous as a cat,

and suddenly,

in the middle of the talk,
he changes his mind.

Not only does he not want
to work with me,

he wants to throw me
in a Pakistani prison,

where I'm gonna spend
the next ten years...

...if I'm not tortured
or beaten to death first.

So...

I stabbed him.

Walked out before
anybody noticed,

and he died right at the table.

Three days before
his daughter's wedding.

Guy had four other kids and...
(sighs)

To this day, I keep thinking,

"Was there anything else
I could have said?"

Publicly, the Pakistanis said
he died of a heart attack,

but privately,
to our government,

they were fucking livid,

as were certain other persons
on the seventh floor.

I had shot too high.

Took too big of a risk,

so they PNG'd me
back to headquarters.

There is no version of this job
that doesn't require compromise,

not if you want to do
something that matters.

I don't believe that.

I believe you can make
a difference

without having to make
those kind of compromises.

I know you do,

'cause once, a long time ago,

I used to believe the same
fucking thing.