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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.

♪

How do you like it?

♪

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.

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You're sick.

You've always been sick.

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Huh?

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Tu est...

Une salope...

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Sans coeur!

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I'm sorry, Amy.

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Put it down, Paul!

Now!

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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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