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Jack:
Over 68 million Americans

leave the safety
of our borders every year.

If danger strikes,

the FBI's
international response team

is called into action.

Oh, you guys go ahead.
I think I'm going to walk back.

You're crazy.

You're like over a mile
from your apartment.

Are we forgetting
my three-mile morning jogs?

Despite what the French think,

all Americans
aren't fat and lazy.

Sam, are you sure?
It's kind of late.

Ladies, we're in Paris.

It's a beautiful night,
and you want to squeeze yourself

onto a subway train with a car
full of des ã©trangers?

Somebody has watched
"Moulin Rouge!"

Way too many times!

Come on!
Who's coming with me?

Sam, I love
your bohemian soul and all,

but my soles
are hurting like hell.

No way I'm walking across town
in these shoes.

Quel dommage.

♪

Oh. Damn it.

Mademoiselle, ã§a va?

Ça va, merci.
Uh...

I just completely forgot
how to say, "i broke my heel."

"Je cassã©
mon Talon."

Of course, you speak English.

Un peu.
Uh, may I help you, miss?

No, I'm good.

Thank you.
Merci.

Well, you sure
i can't offer you a ride?

I can take you
anywhere you like.

Elementary-school teacher
from Nashville, Tennessee,

found this morning
by two of her friends.

Murdered and staged in
the apartment she'd been leasing

due to the brutal
and provocative nature

of Samantha Wade's murder,

our ambassador
and the French foreign minister

have requested
the I.R.T.'S assistance

and given that about two million
Americans visit Paris per year,

not to mention an additional
50,000 on work visas,

I'd bet they'd also like us

to draw up a threat assessment
to U.S. citizens.

Well, there's nothing
more threatening than this.

What are these things
in her eyes?

French investigators
have identified them

bladed instruments used by land
surveyors to inscribe trees.

Not exactly
your go-to murder weapon.

Especially in
an urban environment.

These tools are really old...
Pre-world war I.

No prints, so they're not
gonna help us narrow down

our unsub's current occupation.

Aren't exactly
the murder weapons, either.

I mean, even from these photos,

you can see
that the ocular injuries

but I don't see an official
autopsy report here, monty.

The autopsy is being performed
by the Paris coroner

as you guys
sail over the Atlantic.

It says here
that late last night,

Samantha had dinner
with the same two friends

who found her this morning...
Sheila Martin and Renee alston.

She chose to walk home
while they took the Metro train.

Yeah, and that was around
12:30 A.M. local time.

So Samantha could have easily
been followed home.

But there were not signs of
forced entry into her apartment.

So it's possible that she knew

or was familiar with
her attacker.

Are interviewing all of her
known friends and associates,

including Sheila and Renee.

Everybody's alibi
is checking out.

Which means Samantha's assailant
might have presented in a way

that felt comfortable to her.

Well, safe enough
to open the door.

Clara: Well,
there's also this French saying,

se mettre le doigt dans l'oeil,

which means
to put your finger in your eye.

It's the French equivalent of
putting your foot in your mouth.

As in to make a mistake.

A mistake that, obviously,

someone felt
Samantha had to pay for.

Jack:
Got to be more to it.

I mean,
this staging is so extreme.

It's like he's pictured it
in his mind's eye for a while,

and now he's bringing it
to life.

Well, if that's the case, Jack,

all of this preparation
and effort,

he's definitely
got a taste for it now.

♪

Bon aprã¨s-midi.

♪

Just a sec!

Man:
Pardon me, mademoiselle.

You left something behind.

♪

♪

No, please!

N'ayez pas peur.
Cesera beintã´t.

♪

♪

♪

"The bonds between ourselves
and another person

exist only in our minds."

Marcel proust.

You must be from the FBI, no?

Yes, we are.

I'm unit chief Jack Garrett.

These are supervisory
special agents

seger, Jarvis, and Simmons.

And you are?

Commissaire Pierre clement,

lead inspector,
police judiciaire.

If you would follow me, please.

I'm not fluent
in these joint operations,

so you must forgive me
if I don't appreciate having,

how you say, my hand held.

Commissaire clement, we are not
here to hold your hand,

just lend our expertise
and experience.

During your flight,
another woman was found...

Staged in her apartment.

Instead of mutilating the eyes,
he cut off her head.

Took it with him.

Another
American woman?
Oui.

We have made an identification.

Simmons: Bianca Lewis,
37 years old,

work visa says she was employed
as a publicist.

Living in Paris
for about 18 months.

Is there any connection between
Bianca Lewis and Samantha Wade?

None that my inspectors have
been able to establish thus far.

We'll follow up
with victimology back home.

But right now, all we know

is Samantha was a tourist

and Bianca was a temporary
non-immigrant worker.

Still, female American...
Both staying in the
18th arrondissement.

Part of the right bank in
the northern section of city.

Hey, guys, take a look at this.

Somebody has been seriously
over-sharing with the press.

Well, that would be me,
mademoiselle.

In my experience,
sharing with our journalists

often has a way of... shaking
the fruit out of the tree.

And smacking you on the head,
right?

Let's just say that your faith
in the press corps

is a little stronger than ours.

So, I've arranged for you
to work out of this room.

And copies of all our reports

will be made available
as soon as we...

Actually, I'll need to visit
the Bianca Lewis crime scene

with agent Simmons here.

I'll also need agent Jarvis
to review the autopsy findings

while agent seger
looks over the evidence

collected at
the Samantha Wade scene.

Anything else you require, sir?

No, that's it.

For now.

Tres bien.

♪

Let's get to work.

Jack: Just like
at Samantha's apartment.

Bianca's body was posed

in the same area of the room
as Samantha's,

the same sitting position...

With all the violence
concentrated right here.

Everything else looks
pretty undisturbed.

Like Bianca had just
come home from grocery shopping.

Simmons: These bags
are pretty full, though.

Maybe somebody helped her
carry them up the stairs.

What are you thinking, Jack?

He killed her
before he removed her head.

It's like what Mae said
about Samantha's eyes.

♪

You think he took the head
as a trophy?

It's hard to say.

Maybe he thought in this case,

having a severed head
lying around

would just confuse his message.

Well, I'm confused.

We have one woman
with gouged eyes,

another with no head.

What the hell's
he trying to say,

besides, "I'm a sick,
misogynistic son of a bitch"?

The staging at both scenes
was deliberate, complicated.

It would have taken
a lot of time.

And yet our unsub had no fear
of interruption or distraction.

Because you think that he knew

they were staying
in these apartments alone.

Which would suggest that
even if Samantha and Bianca
didn't know each other,

they might have known the unsub.

Except he's completely
objectified his victims.

It's a lot harder
to objectify someone

you've had
a relationship with...

Rather than a stranger.

So how do you get to
know someone without
really knowing them?

Three years of college French,
don't fail me now.

Okay.

"L'agression
ã coup de couteau..."

"The sharp-force injury
to each eye occurred..."

"...aprã¨s la mort."

"Postmortem."
Good call, Jarvis.

"With Samantha's cause de dã©cã¨s
actually being etranglement."

Strangulation,
broken hyroid bone.

While Bianca's cause of death
is...

Also etranglement, wow.

Okay, "avant la mort..."

"Antemortem contusions
suggest manual strangulation

prior to the crude
disarticulation of the head."

Hold on.

"Also recovered
a fragment of metal,

possibly a piece of
l'arme du crime."

The murder weapon.

Oh, way to bury the lede, guys.

♪

♪

Weird.

Quoi de neuf, mon Cher ami?

Hey, I need you
to run some evidence for me.

Okay, but you do know
that the French

pretty much invented
forensic science, right?

Yeah. Give or take
a hundred years.

I'm just saying that they've got
a pretty good crime lab

right there in Paris.

So the coroner
was able to recover

a piece of the murder weapon
from Bianca's body,

and I know
that they're gonna mass-spec

but there is this weird piece
of this symbol on it.

These curvy, wavy lines
look like I got some work to do.

So Samantha had dinner
with her friends

here in the 10th arrondissement.

And then she walked back to
her apartment here in the 18th.

We have yet to determine
the precise route,

so a broad search
of cctv footage

has turned up nothing yet.

It would appear
she arrived home,

and then some time later,

she invited the intruder
inside the premises.

That's a very long way
to walk in those heels.

That's what
her friends thought, too.

One of the heels is broken.

Snapped off in the struggle
with her assailant, to be sure.

Are you sure?

Did you see this residue?

I did not personally process
the victim's clothes, no.

But I'm not sure
how gravel would be probative.

Do you see how it sort of
shimmers in the light?

It's used to set, among
other things, cobblestones...

In some of your famous
little streets around here.

Agent seger,
those cobblestone streets

are hundreds of years old.

That's why people travel all
over the world to walk on them.

The dirty little secret
is some of those stones

are not
nearly as old as advertised.

Bien sur,
they require maintenance.

And some of them
even need to be replaced.

That's where
the epoxy mortar comes in.

48 hours ago,
Samantha took a walk

on a freshly paved
cobblestone street,

somewhere between the restaurant
and her apartment.

That's when she broke her heel.

And she walked home from there.

But she didn't.

Look at the autopsy photos
of her feet.

There's no scratches, no dirt...

Nothing to suggest that
she walked barefoot anywhere.

She got a ride
back to her apartment.

I suppose she could have
hailed a taxi.

From a street that had
had recent road work done.

And if we're lucky, some sort
of surveillance camera.

Putting Mae's
metal fragment aside,

I found the street that
you're looking for, Clara...

Cour des rãªves.

Right,
but commissaire clement said

that there were
no cctv cameras nearby.

He is correct.

However,
there's an American bank

on a nearby corner with a camera
that captured this.

They were kind enough to send me
the security-camera footage.

Jack:
That's not a taxi.

Is that the best image we have
of the driver?

Mae: Oh, it doesn't look like
she knows this guy.

I mean, not only does she
get into a car with a stranger,

there's no record of Samantha
requesting a ride-share.

What if it was a gypsy cab?

Gypsy cab in Paris?

Hold on.

Wait.
What's that right there...

Hanging from
the rearview mirror?

It looks like a hackney horse.

Which is a recent symbol
for gypsy cabs in the city.

And that's how you get to know
someone without knowing them.

Our unsub drives a gypsy cab.

Makes perfect sense...
He needs a way to learn

if his prospective victims
are American, living alone.

It's kind of like
"taxi cab confessions."

I mean, taxi-cab drivers
and bartenders...

That we feel the most
comfortable confiding in.

Because
they are shared intimacies

we want to believe are fleeting

and don't have a lasting impact.

Simmons: At least we have
the image of the vehicle.

This partial license-plate
number won't get us very far.

It won't get us anywhere.

Those plates are stolen.

And I got to be honest,
it's not gonna be that easy

tracking down
this one particular vehicle.

There's at least 25,000 of them
registered in Paris alone.

Well, we can start
by having the local police

well, that's a start,
but our unsub's hunting ground

wherever he can find
a vulnerable American woman.

And with 2 victims
in less than 48 hours,

he's already hunting
for his next victim right now.

♪

Hey, hey.
Bonjour.

Uh, je veux
que vous me chassez...

Sorry. Pardon.

Um, peux tu...

Oh, it's all right,
mademoiselle. I do
speak English.

Oh!
Seriously?

That's awesome.

I can take you
anywhere you like.

How about 17 rue de foss?

Where are you from, then?

San Diego, California.

Ah.

And what brings you to Paris?

A music internship...
I play piano.

In the cafe where you work,
i presume?

No, I just need some extra cash.

And it's helping me
improve my French.

So, uh, 17 rue de foss.

That is not a hostel or hotel.

No, yeah,
I'm staying with a friend.

Ah.
A boyfriend?

I wish.

You must have
a special boyfriend,

a beautiful butterfly like you.

Oh, not so much.

Hmm.

How are you getting along with
this friend you're staying with?

Um, do you mind just letting me
out up at the corner up here?

No, I know, that's okay.
Just right up here.

No, it's not.
It's not safe here.

Okay, look, francois,
i want out now!

♪

You let me out right now,
or I'm sending this to the cops.

Do you hear me?

What the hell are you doing?!

Clement:
Katherine barker, 25.

A music intern
from San Diego, California.

She was discovered in an alley
in the 2nd arrondissement.

He literally tore out her heart
and stuck it in her hands.

Mae: Looks like she suffered
compound fractures to her legs

and that tells me
that he tore her heart out

after he ran her over.

But why change the pattern here?

Why stage the body in an alley,
not her own apartment?

Because Katherine fought back.

She tried to get away.

These abrasions on her face,
along her legs...

I'd say from jumping out
of a moving vehicle.

So now we're looking at
3 victims

in the span of 72 hours.

And given that our unsub

needs to find an American woman
in a foreign city,

it's as if he doesn't have
a cooling-off period.

I think it's time we speak to
the public about what we know.

To avoid contact with the driver
of this gypsy cab,

implore them to notify
us immediately if they
should see him.

That strategy cuts both ways.

No doubt a warning will protect
the public in the near term.

What we're concerned with
is if we're not able

to apprehend the unsub
immediately afterwards,

then he might respond
by abandoning the car.

And right now,
as long as he feels comfortable

behind that wheel, then we have
a chance of catching him.

Not only will it make it harder
for us to track him down,

it will force him
to alter his m.O. Even further.

So you're telling me I'm damned
if I do, damned if I don't.

Letting the unsub know
what we know right now

is really a nuclear option.

I will wait then...
Until morning.

Then we sound the alarms.

♪

Monty: So what did I tell you,
Mae? The French

ran a radiocarbon dating
on the metal fragment

that was recovered
from Bianca Lewis' body.

Turns out to be
an iron composite

that was smelted down into what
is essentially a hand saw...

Some time in the late
19th century.

Well, I'm gonna go out
on a limb and say

this probably won't
help us narrow down
our unsub's identity.

Maybe,
but it did help me identify

those weird wavy lines
etched into the fragment.

Now, because the timber scribes
and the hand saw

are both very old
and very French,

I did some digging
and discovered a logo

for a once-renowned
wood-craftsman company

out of marseilles.

Le lion de l'eau.

Company was founded
by the boulanger family in 1880.

It remained family-owned
until it was sold in 1987.

And whatever happened after that
to either the company

or the boulanger family was not
uploaded for digital posterity.

So what are we thinking?

If our unsub's weapons of choice

can be loosely traced back
to this company,

then is he a possible relative
of the boulanger family?

Or a subsidiary that acquired
some of the company's assets.

Your guess is as good as mine.

Jack: We don't have time
for guesswork.

We need to be able to provide
clement and his people

otherwise he's gonna release
the information we have

to the public.

So let's go over it again.

Okay, we're looking for someone
who is criminally sophisticated,

strong, patient, which suggests
to me an older male,

probably in his 40s.

Simmons: Hunting for
the right victim takes time,

so it doesn't look like
he has a job.

And he's only striking when
the victim is the right type.

Yeah, and based on
his staging of the bodies

it appears to me that Katherine,
Bianca, and Samantha

are all surrogates
for our unsub's true target,

and their murders
are probably a means

to build his courage
and confidence

in order
to commit the ultimate act.

So somewhere out there
is an American woman

who broke this guy's heart.

Or rejected him or
committed some perceived slight

that he now feels
that he has to redress...

In the most brutal way possible.

Jack?

♪

Clement is dropping the bomb.

♪

You were right.

He abandoned his vehicle
in entrepã´t...

The 10th arrondissement.

He left nothing behind for us.

I know you believe

I have altered this monster's
behavior unpredictably.

But I would like to believe
i stalled his progress.

He will most certainly
need another car

in order to maintain his deceit.

If he maintains his deceit.

He could just
go into a tailspin...

You need to double down.

Call in reinforcements
if you have to.

Your department
needs to show overwhelming force

on the streets of Paris tonight

and every night
until we catch this man.

This unsub
needs to feel your breath

and every American
woman out there who
could be his next victim

needs to feel like there's
a cop on every corner who's
there to protect them.

I will do what I can.

All right, we need to focus
on a possible connection

between our unsub
and the boulanger family

or this craftsman company
in marseilles.

And we need to find some way
to get our hands on hard copies

of all those records
and histories.

All right, I'm on it.

Man: Mademoiselle,
do you speak English?

English?

Yes.

Are you American, by chance?

Ay, ay, ay!

♪

Clement: Her name is
Alexandra Lafayette.

Her husband came home last night
and startled an intruder,

who escaped.

But that's when he found her.

My inspectors
didn't immediately connect her

with the American women
until they saw this.

♪

Mae:
Looks like a butterfly.

I don't understand.

He filled her stomach
full of dead butterflies.

Yeah, but it doesn't look like
any kind of butterfly

he didn't take the time
to stage her body at the scene.

As I said, madame Lafayette's
husband walked in on him.

Yeah, but how did he not
know that she was living
with her husband?

I mean, do you think that he
didn't have a chance to ask her?

Or maybe he no longer cares.

Why wouldn't he care?

It's a terrible risk.

Because maybe
he doesn't have time to care

if his victims
are American or French.

And now
any vulnerable woman will do.

He has to finish what he started
before it's too late.

Too late for what, mademoiselle?

Well, for one thing,
he knows that we're on to him.

And it's just a matter of time
before we shut him down, right?

Right, but I think there's
something else applying
pressure to him,

forcing him to accelerate
his mission,

and this time, it's his
butterflies in the stomach.

That is
what he was trying to say.

I think we've been
looking at these murders

like they're just rehearsals.

But maybe
they're the main event.

How do you figure?

I think our visceral reaction
to the brutality here

is keeping us
from seeing the scene

from the unsub's point of view.

I have butterflies
in my stomach.

I have my heart in my hands.

I lost my head.

♪

And I am blinded by love.

This is not love.

This is vicious and cruel.

Yes, but, you see, they
aren't either of those
things to our unsub.

To him, these crime scenes
are a way

for him to try
and express himself.

Yeah, and you think that
he's trying to express himself

to this idealized
American woman?

I think he is trying to tell her
how she makes him feel.

It's like a series of sick,
twisted valentines.

I think she's
the object of his affections,

and he will try and reach out
to her for sure.

But if and when she rejects
his affections...

He will feel betrayed by love

and ultimately lash out on her.

Let us presume you're correct,
agent seger.

If we can't find this man,

perhaps we find this woman.

I just know if she will be
any easier to find than him.

Yeah, but let's not forget about
these guys here.

I mean...

Something tells me that this
butterfly effect may just...

How did you say it,
commissaire clement?

Shake the fruit out of the tree?

♪

Monty: Say hello
to my little friend.

Udaspes folus... A.K.A.
The grass demon butterfly.

Not only does he not normally
reside in your intestines,

but he's a non-native
to the European continent.

He prefers India
and southeast Asia.

So our unsub either gets hold
of these demon butterflies

by importing them
or stealing them.

Let's go with
what's behind door number two.

Import records show a delivery
was made to the Paris area

about nine months ago,
to Maison des papillons,

which is literally
"house o' butterflies."

Then about a week ago,
a trespassing charge was filed

against a 42-year-old man
named Paul mossier.

Wait a second.
That name sounds familiar.

That last name...
Mossier.

When I followed up
with the boulanger family

and what's become
of the le lion de l'eau company,

there was a dispute
over inheritance

that was filed 20 years ago
by Killian mossier.

Could be an uncle
on madame boulanger's side.

I'm not big on coincidence.

And if Paul is connected
to the family,

then that's how
he gets the murder weapons.

Monty, what else can you tell us
about this Paul mossier?

He's got a bit of a record

dating back
the last several years.

Various assaults,
disorderly conduct.

Then it says here that following

an attempted assault
on a police officer,

Paul mossier was remanded
to a psychiatric hospital.

He's supposed to be
an in-patient

at l'institut du pinel.

Clara and I will check it out...

While you two stay here
and try to identify

the American woman who's the
focus of our unsub's attention.

♪

Bonjour.
Bonjour.

Je suis l'officier seger.

C'est l'unitã© du chef Garrett.

Nous sommes du FBI.

Nous aimerions parler
avec monsieur Paul mossier.

Excuse me.

You are looking for Paul?

Dr. Alain gilles, clinical
director of behavioral health.

Is Paul mossier a patient here?

I'm sorry, but, uh, why does
the FBI want to speak to him?

His name's come up with regards
to an ongoing investigation.

You think he has something to do

with the American women
who have been murdered.

We need to speak to him.

Paul was released from our
supervision over two weeks ago.

When he was remanded
to this facility,

I'm truly not at Liberty
to share those details with you.

Were you his primary therapist?

Yes,
myself and Dr. Bernard.

Paul showed the greatest
signs of improvement

over the last months

while working with
one of our volunteers.

She, uh, used art therapy.

Jack:
Is this her?

Yes. Her name
is Amy Wallace.

Amy's an American, isn't she?

Yes, she is.
May we speak
with her?

Unfortunately,
she is no longer here.

She left about a month ago.

♪

Did she see this
before she left?

No.

Paul took her absence very hard.

He comes from
a family of craftsmen,

but due to his struggles
with mental health,

they rejected him.

Amy was probably
the first person

to help him realize
his potential.

But this hospital
felt comfortable releasing him

despite his known
aggressive tendencies

and this suggestion
of a violent fantasy?

It's not
what I would have preferred,

but Paul had improved enough

that we could no longer
hold him involuntarily.

Do you know if Paul tried to
contact Amy after his release?

As a matter of fact,
he did, yes.

And that's when someone
mentioned that she had
gotten engaged

and that she was returning
to the United States.

But you don't know if or when
she returned to the U.S.?

No, I do not, I'm sorry.

Thank you, doctor.

Sure.

Thank you.

We need to find
Amy Wallace... now.

♪

Paul?

Bonjour, Amy.

I didn't know
you knew where I lived.

Well, I apologize
for not calling

before dropping by like this.

No, it's fine.
I...

Just thought
you were the movers.

They're already an hour late,
and I'm moving back home.

Oh.

But it's really good to see you.

It's really good
to see you, too.

Sorry I haven't had a chance
to visit.

It's been a busy time.

I'm no longer a patient
at the hospital.

Wonderful.

And you're still working on
the things we were focused on?

Oh, yes, I have.

I-i need
to show you something.

Okay.

Uh, but, uh, it's not here.

So I need to take you...
To see it.

Paul, like I said,
i can't leave.

I'm still waiting
for the movers.

I...

I've been working
really hard, Amy.

Please...

Come...

With me.

Okay.

Let me just grab my coat.

Okay.

Paul, stop, stop!

Please.

I'm not going to hurt you.

We're just playing
le jeu d'ã©vanouissement.

It's a fainting game.

Good night, my love.

♪

My inspectors have searched the
building and outer perimeter.

There's no sign of Paul mossier
or Amy Wallace.

No sign of a struggle.

If we're right, at this moment,

Paul's intention
is not to hurt Amy,

but to try and impress her
with what he's done.

So he would have
incapacitated her

in order to transport her
someplace he feels safe
and comfortable.

I cannot believe his intention
is not to kill her.

She could already be dead

and he's taken her body
somewhere to pose it.

Believe it or not, Paul's
actually trying to woo Amy,

which means we have time,
but you are right.

Eventually,
Amy will see what Paul has done,

and she will
absolutely reject him.

And that's when he kills her.

The question is,
where did he take her?

Simmons, what do you got?

Alexandra Lafayette
called for roadside assistance.

When the tow-truck driver
finally showed up,

he sees another tow truck

hauling away appears to be
Alexandra's vehicle.

Mae: That was under the bridge
near the rue de l'ã©toile,

and monty's got a hook up
to the cctv cameras

at the intersection running both
north and south of there.

I was able to spot our unsub's
new ride, which is a tow truck,

and he's clearly got
Alexandra's car hooked up to it.

He's heading northbound
on the rue d'ã©toile.

But I ran all the cctv footage.

I lost them
heading north-northeast

I don't think he'd
take her completely
out of the city, Jack.

That's a pretty industrial area.
It's a good place to lay low.

But there's no record
of a Paul mossier

owning or leasing property
out in that area.

Simmons: Well,
it's got to be connected

Mae and i
will check the records again.

We need to set up a command post
out near the airport.

Paul?
Where am I?

Aah!

No!

That's why I need you to see
everything I've done, okay?

Monty: According to those files
you scanned for me,

the mossier clan is like
some withering bastard branch

of the boulanger family tree.

But the mossiers...
Or what's left of them...

They held title
to five separate holdings

on the outskirts of Paris.

From meaux
all the way to plaisir.

Jack and Clara are getting
pretty close to that one
property in villepinte.

We have lost
our sense of history.

They are calling me
the butcher of Paris.

That name was given
to Marcel petiot.

He was a doctor
who killed 23 people

during world war ii.

He was a butcher.

And moi?

I am...
An artiste.

I took flesh and bone
and made them, uh...

Transcendent.

But none of this would be
possible without you.

You are my muse, Amy.

Because of you,
i am transcendent.

You've always
been special, Paul.

But I couldn't see that
before you.

I know.

You know...

When I was a little boy,

my father tried to teach me
how to carve the wood.

He got frustrated

and burned my hand
with his cigarette.

Told me I was not his blood.

I...I am so sorry.

Will you please let me go, Paul?

I can't.
Yeah.

Yes, you can.

No, no, Amy.

Without you, I am nothing.

I love you, Amy.

Je t'aime.

You understand
what I've done, don't you?

I do.

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How do you like it?

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Jack, the French national police

have detained Killian mossier
in Toulouse.

He has confirmed that his nephew
has taken possession

of the property
you're heading to now.

Jack: Does he know
if his nephew

has stockpiled
any other weapons?

He knows
that his nephew's crazy.

I...

I can't believe you did that.

All those women, Paul?

Oh.
Je suis dã©solã©.

Oh, sorry?

You're disgusting.

♪

You're sick.

You've always been sick.

♪

Huh?

♪

Tu est...

Une salope...

♪

Sans coeur!

♪

♪

I'm sorry, Amy.

♪

♪

Put it down, Paul!

Now!

♪

♪

This is one time
that I am kind of okay with

the mechanical delay on the jet.

This is a beautiful city.

Yes, it is.

It's hard sometimes
to appreciate the beauty.

Yeah,
we got to find it... somehow.

Otherwise, I don't think we
could do the job we need to do.

Yeah, even the darkest night
will end, and the sun will rise.

To beauty...

Wherever we may find it.

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