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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.

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♪ ♪

Felicia, you... how do you say
in America, "really rock"?

Are you kidding?
You girls are the ones who rock.

You dance beautifully.

I'm just trying
to keep up with you all.

She's right. You dance
pretty good for a girl

with such big feet.

I'm surprised.

I suggest you focus on dance.

The recital is four days away,

and the world will be watching.

♪ ♪

Hello?

Who's there?

Felicia.

Ha ha. I see you,

but I don't scare that easily,
so...

enough with the games.

Aah!

Ryan: The deeper my cover,
the safer I am.

Clara: Well, you don't think
they're gonna try

and board the plane, do you?
Jack: He's your problem now.

- Try to focus!
- Stay with me! Come on!

I'm here to help you!

I'm asking you to see me
as a fellow agent,

not as your son.

Captain, they've got us
surrounded.

Morning.

Oh, looks like someone's on
the struggle bus this mornin'.

Oh, I could never sleep
on planes.

Yeah, well, get in line.
I was up all night.

Work?

Yeah, if you consider
shoe shopping online work.

Can't wait to get home.

Yeah, I know. I missed the boys'
Little League game yesterday.

Mm.

Sorry, bud. That's tough.

How did you do it
all these years, Jack?

Easy. Like you,
I just married up.

Monty:
Good morning, everyone.

- Morning, Monty.
- Ah, Clara.

Just the girl I was looking for.

How's your Russian these days?

Good, 'cause the plane's being
rerouted to St. Petersburg.

Felicia Pope, 16,
from Houston, Texas,

has gone missing
from the Mishinsky Ballet.

American at the Mishinsky?

Wow. She must have been
super talented.

First ever. She had the lead
in the annual performance

of "Arlekinada."

Wow, the Harlequin dance.
That is a beautiful ballet,

despite the very creepy
clown in it.

Uh, let me guess.
Oh, yeah, you know it.

Ballet since I was three.

Don't make me get up
on my toes and show you.

In a time when Russia
and the United States

are not exactly BFFs...
Here you go.

Oh. Thank you.

Uh, offer diplomacy
through the arts.

Seems like it was working, too,
and getting a lot of press.

The show was four days away,

and Felicia was on the brink of
becoming an international star.

So did someone resent Felicia's
position in the ballet?

Some of the other dancers
did report

that Felicia's understudy,
Samantha Mironov, 15,

was not happy about
Felicia getting the role.

But enough to kidnap
or kill her?

I mean, anything's possible.

I've heard crazy stories
of choreographers

who have been brutally attacked
by their dancers and sponsors

for creative differences.

Felicia was last seen
at rehearsal

by the other dancers
and their choreographer, Dado,

who reported her missing.
And her parents?

Parent. Uh, her mom, Lisa,
is on her way.

Seems Dad was never
really in the picture,

but I'll get more information
when she gets here.

So the Russians are letting us
operate an investigation

on their soil?
Felicia's disappearance

is only known by the two
countries at the moment,

but if Felicia isn't found soon,

her understudy will have
to step in,

and then the world
will start asking questions.

Jack: So if this does get out,

and the Kremlin doesn't
invite us to participate

in the investigation,
it will appear

that they're hiding something.

Oh, I wish I had more for you,

but information from the Kremlin

has been spotty at best.

Well, I wouldn't expect
them to be helpful.

It's hard to change decades
of secrecy,

and the Russians view everything
as an international chess game.

No, this isn't a time for games.

Teenage girl's life
hangs in the balance,

we gotta find her
and get her back

before she's lost forever.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Where am I?

What's happening?

♪ ♪

Jack:
A Russian proverb tells us,

"If you're scared of the wolves,

stay out of the forest."

I've just been informed
the Kremlin has sent us

a welcoming party.

- F.S.B.?
- Seems so.

Well, they should just call it
the K.G.B. still.

It's the same people,
same M.O.

It's gonna be a tricky dance.
It will be.

The ambassador informed me,

no guns, no badges,
or identification.

So we're invisible?

Yep. Everyone follow my lead.

Welcome. I'm Major General
Galina Glazunov.

I welcome you to Russia.

I'm Unit Chief Jack Garrett,
and this is my team,

Agent Seger, Simmons,
and Jarvis.

Agent Garrett, this is
a diplomatic event

taking place on Russian soil.

You and your team will respect
my authority.

Our only mission
is finding Felicia Pope

and bringing her home.

If you or your team
make one false move,

I will not hesitate to
declare you persona non grata.

Do we understand each other?

We do.

Then we will escort you
to the Mishinsky Theater,

where the American girl
was last seen.

Please...

Eeny-meeny-miny-mo.

Catch a piggy by the toe.

If she screams...

Please!

Let her go.

Eeny-meeny-miny...

mo.

Aah!

Jack: This is where Felicia
was last seen.

No obvious signs of a struggle.

No, but maybe the assailant
or assailants

were able to disable Felicia
quickly

before she could put up a fight.

In a space this open,
no one saw anything?

Maybe someone did.

Who installs security cameras,

then points them away
from the action?

Whoever did this aimed them
that way deliberately.

Someone familiar
with the theater.

Surprised the Russian Politsiya

didn't clock this.

Well, they might have

but decided not to share
the information with us.

Whoever turned these around
was definitely using gloves.

Our UnSub is organized.

Probably enters
through the roof up there.

Then climbs down from here.

That keeps him well away

from the main doors
of the building

which also are monitored
by security cameras.

He had a plan to get in,

to get out,

and to cover his tracks.

"The eye can see it,
but the tooth can't bite it"?

You know what this means, yes?

One's reach exceeds one's grasp.

Da. This what happen
to Felicia.

She gets scared, then runs.

Felicia traveled here
by herself to pursue her dreams.

This really doesn't sound like
somebody who would run away.

Aren't you her understudy?

Mother Russia wants
to show the world

it can play nice, so the role
I train my whole life for

goes to an American.

Ooh, so Felicia's sudden absence

brings quite an opportunity
for you.

I see it more like...
destiny.

Excuse me, Dado.

Hi.

SSA Mae Jarvis.

Do you mind if I ask you
a few questions?

So my understanding is that

you're not just
the choreographer

but you're also
dancing the male lead.

Yes. I play the Harlequin.

This is not uncommon
in Russian ballet.

And why did you choose Felicia
for the female lead?

Because she's the best dancer
in the company.

Of course.

So where did you go last night
after you left the stage?

I went out... to the movies.

Can anyone confirm that?

Did you kidnap or kill Felicia?

Nyet.
Do you know where she is?

Nyet!

Where did you go after
you left Felicia on the stage?

My room.

Really? So if I question
your roommate,

she'll back that up?

Mae: Something wrong, Dado?

I was with someone.

But I rather not say who.

Because it incriminates you
in Felicia's disappearance?

Because it hurts my reputation.

Yeah, well, you're not
gonna have much of one

if you're sitting in jail
rotting.

Where were you the night
Felicia disappeared?

Okay, let me be clear.

If you do not have
a solid alibi,

I will have that agent
out there come inside

and arrest you.

I did nothing wrong.

What did you do, Samantha?

Dado: I was with Samantha.

The understudy.

So your alibi is that you were
at the movies

with an underage girl?

It's different here in Russia.

I broke no laws.

Though people talking
is not good for me.

I know you may not find
this proper.

This proves that I have
nothing to do

with Felicia's disappearance.

Monty: The more we know
about Felicia,

the better our chances
of finding her.

Well...

She just started
dancing again a few months ago.

What happened?

She had a major operation
on a torn ligament in her toe.

The doctors said she'd need
six months to recover,

and in six weeks,
she was back on the stage.

So she's very driven.

Yes, and passionate.

She just loves dance.

Needs it like we need air.

I was torn about letting
her go so far away without me,

but I couldn't stop her
from doing what she loved.

Were there any friends,
boyfriends?

No time for that.
Her life is dance.

Well, did she say anything
about her time in Russia, then?

Just everything
was like it usually is.

Some girls are fun,
some girls not so much.

But nothing out of the ordinary,

except, of course,
all the Internet hate.

I saw that.
It was really cruel,

but nothing that
would suggest danger.

Maybe not with the public stuff,

but you should see the private.

There were a lot
of unhappy people

about her being an American
in a Russian ballet.

Wow.

Did... she or you report
any of this?

All Felicia
wants to do is dance.

She doesn't care about
any of that.

♪ ♪

My men have shared with me
your interviews and theories,

and we believe that not
everyone is ready

to handle such pressure.

The girl probably ran away.

What little we know
about her profile

suggests something different.
Profile?

Yes. We believe that
every crime...

Da, I know what
this psychobabble means...

but it is not our way.

Jack: What do you got, Monty?
Felicia's mom gave me access

to all of her social media
and e-mails.

Now before she got the part
in the ballet,

she had 120 followers.
Two days after,

she had $100,000,

along with love letters,
hate mail...
Spasiba.

And threats and some
Photoshopped pics

I wish I could unsee.

You think an obsessed fan
did this?

Wouldn't be the first time.

Celebrity stalking is a common
obsessive addictive behavior.

And if you pair a fanatical
emotional attachment

with an underlying
psychological disorder,

that's an explosive combination.

We know the UnSub is organized
and knowledgeable.

He knew where
the security cameras were

and how to avoid them.

Mae: He was also familiar
with the victim...

or at least he thought he was.

He's also confident enough
in his not getting caught

that he was able to get close...

Whoever did this was just here.

Lock it down!

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That is a very brazen
thing to do.

Well, it speaks to their
confidence in not being caught.

Or their desire
to send us a message

they can get this close to us.

Or is that toe proof of life?

It could be a warning.

Felicia's medical history

said that she had an operation
on her toe.

And her scar would have been
just like this one.

Yeah, this looks like
it was bitten off,

like an animal did this.

Mae: The bite is human size,
but the tears are symmetrical.

And even perfect teeth
are not that straight.

So what could have done that?

A biting device.

Years ago, I unofficially
worked an international case

where the UnSub would capture
and torture his victims

by tearing off bits and pieces
of their bodies using a...

a metal fang device
that he created.

Hmm. Lovely.

His name was Oleg Antakov,
ex-K.G.B. agent

who was the head interrogator

of a secret torture house
in Riga.

They called him
"The Ripper of Riga."

Ex-K.G.B.?

Yeah. When Russia fell,
so did the K.G.B.,

but Oleg... he never stopped.

He kept capturing
and torturing people.

Instead of information,

it was for his pure desire
to see them suffer.

So is this a copycat
or the Ripper himself?

They locked him up
and threw away the key, but...

whoever this is wants us
to know they're here.

Anyone see who handed out
the teas?

Uh, it was someone in white.

The kitchen staff.

Clara, you and the team
go with Galina.

I'm gonna try another angle.
Where do you think you're going?

To visit the past.

Wow, that's a lot
of security for a kitchen.

This is Russia.
We have security everywhere.

Do you have any record
of who came in and out of here?

Six people have keyed
in or out of the kitchen

over the last hour.

Four remain in the building.

- Man, you guys are efficient.
- Da.

Well, let's round them up
and try to find the others.

While Monty runs the names.

♪ ♪

Hello, Boris.

Jack! It's been too long,
my old friend.

Before I give you spanking.

Welcome back to Russia.

How is my girl?

Karen is good.

Let's drink to that.

No, thanks. I'm working.

Still a Boy Scout, I see.

The Ripper is back.

What?

Nyet.

He is still in hole
we left him in.

An American ballet dancer
is missing.

We just found her toe.
It was bitten off

by some kind of device.

It's impossible.

Only a small group
knew his M.O.,

and most of them are now dead.

Then either he's out,

or you or I did it.

I think it's time we pay
the Ripper a visit.

Okay, Monty, what do you got?

Of the two employees
who left the theater,

one name rang a bell,

so I ran a search of his mug
from his work badge

against all
of Felicia's followers,

and I got a hit.

His name is Ivan Kozar.

Now Kozar was one of Felicia's
obsessive followers.

He made over 2,000 posts
about her online.

Well, I know
they call them fanatics,

but doesn't hurting
the object of obsession

seem a little extreme?

Yeah, if Felicia said
or did something

that Kozar thought was wrong,
it may have triggered him.

Like taking a role
from a Russian

in the Mishinsky Ballet?

Because that's when his posts
from loving to trashing her.

Yeah, but what does Kozar
have to do

with the guy that Jack
is looking into?

How are they connected?

It doesn't matter.
We've got his address.

Follow me.

Jack: All right, thanks, Clara.
Be careful. Keep me updated.

We must check phones, Jack.

Karasho.

Clara said they got
a suspect they're checking out.

How can suspect know
anything about Ripper?

We're about to find out.

What is this place?

This where things
go to disappear.

Da.

Old friends come to visit...
It warms the heart.

You two must be in real trouble,
you come down here.

We have some questions for you.

Of course you do.

Please, come and make yourself
comfortable.

- Have a seat.
- No, Thank you.

I'm not giving you a choice.

You need me,
not other way around.

If he so much as yawns,

shoot him.

♪ ♪

This is why I hate clowns.

Simmons: So this is
the clown from the show.

Yeah, but why?

Does it symbolize
something for this UnSub

or mean something?

Might mean like
"the joke's on you"?

Maybe the UnSub wanted
the last laugh.

If you find one that
you like, it is yours.

We are not so different, Boris.

You're a monster.
I am not.

That's funny.

One day, I am hero.

Medals, dinners.

My picture in newspaper.

And then... Ronald Reagan,

and now I am monster

with no rights.

♪ ♪

You were necessary evil.

This is why you're in this cage.

Do you believe this true,
Agent Garrett?

That every law in the world
was broken

when you and this relic
put me in here?

There was no trial,

no jury.

I thought America stood
for justice.

Where is mine?

Well, Oleg, you're in Russia.

That's between you
and your country.

Ha ha! That is what you
tell yourself

to sleep better at night,
but at least you sleep.

This one is too busy
drinking vodka

and chasing me in his dreams.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

No? You caught
your white whale.

Huh.

But you cannot tell
anyone about me or him, so...

in K.G.B., you are nothing
but paper pusher.

He's baiting you.

Is working.

Man: Over here!

Jack: A girl is missing.

A ballerina.
The M.O. screams you.

I am flattered,

but as you can see,

that is impossible
unless there are two of me.

Or you got someone else
to do your dirty work.

Well, that would take
some kind of magic trick

from down here,

but if I was involved,

I would choose victim
like dancer.

High-profile American

that would get the attention
of the FBI.

And then I would leave
trail of crumbs.

Huh. Or maybe a toe.

And then I would lead team
to a patsy...

or actually a patsy's apartment

where everything would go boom.

Felicia.

Felicia, we're here to help you.

Come on!

Jack?
Clara, get out of there now!

It's a trap!

No! Stop!

I'm just getting the glass.

Felicia?

I'm an American with the IRT.

I'm here to help you.

Just relax.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Jack.
Clara.

I heard the explosion.
Is everyone okay?

Two F.S.B. agents are down.

Simmons is hurt.
How bad?

He took a pretty good hit.
I think he's gonna be okay.

You and Mae?

We're lucky to be alive.

It's a miracle
that we just survived that.

What about the suspect?

In the wind, but we do have
Felicia, and she's alive.

Jack! Jack!

Man whose apartment
that they go to is Ivan Kozar.

He's part-time guard here
at Erdeli Prison.

Oleg was an interrogator.

He knows how to get something
out of someone

and to get them
to do his bidding.

He turned his guard
and he used him to set trap

that we fell right into.

If he can turn a guard...

We were a distraction.

Killed them and got the drop
on the other guards

before they had time to react.

But he could do this anytime
with guard Ivan. Why now?

Because it's personal.
We were set up.

He wanted us to be responsible.

And responsible you are!

What is this?

Come with me.

What is... what is...

Hey.
Hey, hey, what is going on?

I have two dead agents.
I got a killer on the loose,

and the one thing they have
in common is your team.

Time to go home.

The Kremlin says this is
for your own protection, Jack.

Oh, come on, that's bull,
and you know it.

We can't afford to have
any more Americans getting hurt.

Or fixing your problems.

It's out of my hands, Jack.

How you doing, Matt?

Some cuts and bruises,
but I'll be okay.

Felicia okay?

Happy and grateful to be alive.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Soon as I suspected
it was the Ripper,

I should have known
what he was gonna do.

He's planned this out
for years, Jack.

I looked into Ivan.

He lost his father
as a young boy.

He's been searching
for a purpose ever since.

So Oleg filled that mentor role,

gave him something
to believe in...

Revenge for his father figure.

Exactly. Oleg bided
his time

until the opportunity
showed itself.

That's a long play,

which is why you need
to see this.

It was found amongst the rubble
at Ivan's apartment.

How did he get this?

An old K.G.B. agent
like Oleg

knows where everything
is buried and how to find it.

Yeah, but how did F.S.B. get

all of this personal stuff
about you?

I'm sorry, Jack, but the Kremlin

wants you and your team
airborne ASAP.

This your handiwork?

So every time you stayed
with us in our home,

you were spying on me?

What? You think the Cold War
was over?

I did not tell Kremlin
anything more about you

than you tell Washington
about me.

I only gave them
the bare essentials,

never, ever anything about your
personal life or your family.

Wait.

That's it.

Oleg blames me
for getting caught,

so in order to hurt me,

he made it seem like
he was gonna hurt my team,

but the real target
is my family.

Monty, I need you to initiate

the Bureau's protection
protocols for my wife and kids.

I just spoke to Millie.
Have you heard from Josie?

Yes. She was picked up
at USC's campus

and taken
to the FBI's L.A. offices.

Jack Junior?

With his troop
in a secure location.

And Ryan?

Ryan was at a conference
in Helsinki,

but agents are on their way
to him now.

Karen, your children are safe.

How long to the Embassy?

A few minutes.

Great, thanks.

No problem.

Jack, everyone's accounted for
except for Ryan.

Where is he?
Helsinki.

That's only a few hours
from here.

What, you think Oleg escaped
and went all the way to Finland?

Ivan's continuing to do
Oleg's dirty work,

but he'll bring Ryan back
to St. Petersburg

so Oleg can kill him.

I can track him.
He's off grid, but I can.

Monty, I know what
you're thinking, but no.

Not even for my son.

May I speak with my husband?

Of course.

Karen.

Jack, tell me everything.

Ryan's been abducted.

An ex-K.G.B. agent that I once
put away has escaped,

and if I don't find Ryan first,
he'll kill him.

What are the options?

FBI protocol demands
each field agent have

an optical tracking device
on their person.

And Monty would have to hack
into an NSA satellite

and point it at Russia.

If caught, we'd be accused
of spying,

and it could cause
an international incident.

And be the end of the IRT.

Exactly.

Unless you got permission.

We got a better chance
of hitting the lotto.

You just need some Lady Luck,

so you tell me who to speak to,

and then, Jack,
bring our boy home.

Can I help you?

Yes. Karen Garrett,

Jack's wife, Ryan's mother.

Of course.

I've been briefed
on what's happening.

The FBI is doing
everything we can.

We're in constant communication
with the Kremlin.

So standard operational
procedures.

And that's the best
we can offer right now.

For two U.S. FBI agents
in trouble?

Who understood
the risk involved.

I thought America didn't
leave its heroes behind.

We have an extraction team
in the air as we speak.

Which will never
get there in time,

and my son will pay
the ultimate price for that!

I wish there were more
I could do, but I can't.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a standing appointment

that I cannot miss.

Yes, of course.

Spend every precious moment
you can with them.

How old is he?

He's 5.

5.

They're so sweet when they're 5.

They hug you and tell you
they're gonna love you forever.

Yes.

Enjoy it while you can.

Because they grow up very fast,

and you can't be there
to hold them and protect them.

You just have to pray
that they're okay

and that someone else
is looking after them.

Jack, I am tracking Ryan.

Karen.

So Assistant Director Barnes
gave the go...

She said, "Don't get caught."
So I'm covering my trail

by making it look like
environmentalists

are trying to track a herd
of migratory reindeer

through the Arctic, but I should
have Ryan's location soon.

- Thanks, Monty.
- That's the easy part, Jack.

You're the one who has
to get off that plan.

Well, being that
we're surrounded,

we'd need an act of God
for that to happen.

I messed up, Jack.

Maybe now I can fix a little,
huh?

I am going to act
like I snapped,

shoot a tire or two,

cause distraction.

Don't worry. I'm not going to
hurt anybody.

Will they hurt you?

They throw me in box
for a while.

I'll plead insanity. They give
me dishonorable discharge.

Boris...
Hey,

my pension was crap anyway.

Goodbye, Jack.

If he pulls this off,
we can all get out

through the front wheel hatch
undetected.

Monty's already put
his career on the line.

I can't and won't

ask the rest of you
to do the same.

I gotta do this alone.

Get the plane in the air
right now.

That's an order.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Dad.

Ryan.
Don't.

♪ ♪

The tracking device
in Ivan's mouth.

You knew all along I'd find you.

Of course I did.
You are like Clint Eastwood.

You always get your man.

Now put gun down, or I put
a hole in your son's head.

You do that, and you're dead.

Yes, but your son will also be.

My way... maybe one
of you lives.

Now toss your gun this way.

You like my work?

I like to tenderize my meat

before I take a bite.

This is between us, Oleg.

Maybe in your country,

but in Russia,

you do something
wrong to someone,

it becomes family affair.

Do you know why you fell
into my lap?

I'm not playing games.

Because you're arrogant.

You fly around the world
like Superman.

Noble patriot.

You self-righteously pretend
to serve your country,

but it is your own ego
that you serve.

Look at your son,
following you into the battle.

For what? To continue
your legacy of hypocrisy?

But here you are,

disobedient,
a man without a country,

without a team.

Who are you now?

You are nothing.

I'm more than you'll ever be,

because I know what it is
to love and be loved,

unlike a narcissistic sadist
like you

who gets off
on other people's pain

because he can't feel
anything for himself.

Boris was wrong about you.

You're no monster.

You're just a low-level thug
with delusions of grandeur.

Take this gun.

Take it!

Take the gun!

Take it!

You shoot your father
in the heart,

or I shoot you.

If I pull this trigger,
you're just gonna kill me, too.

Maybe not.

You can't be serious.

He wants us both to suffer.

And he'll get great joy
out of knowing

that he forced you to kill me.

So if it's between you or me,
there's no choice, Ryan.

You...

You know what you have to do.

I can't shoot you, Dad!

Let me help.

On count of three,
kill or be killed.

- One...
- Do it, Ryan!

- Dad, I can't.
- Two...

Listen to me, Ryan.
Pull the trigger!

Three!

Shoot me now, Ryan...

After you are dead,

I am going to take
small chunks out of your son

slowly and painfully

until he is begging for death.

And then I will put his mouth
on sidewalk

and I will curb him

until there is nothing left
but mush.

And then I will continue

what I was doing
before you stopped me,

and every person that I kill
for the rest of my life,

their blood will be
on your hands, Jack Garrett.

Now how is that for
delusions of grandeur?

What you think, I am stupid?

That I give you more
than one bullet

then turn my back on you?

No, but I got you
to come over here.

No!

Dad!

Dad, hang on.

Ryan...

Dad, I'm coming!

Ryan...
Dad.

Dad.

Listen to me. You're gonna
be okay, all right?

I need you to stay with me.

I need you to fight, okay?
You can't go.

Dad.

Dad!

Good work, Dad.

Couldn't have done it
without you, Son.

Ryan, you wanna race to the car?

Ready? Go!

Cheers!

All: Cheers!

Ryan: I need you to hang on,
all right, Dad? Stay with me.

Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

♪ ♪

♪ Heard there was
a secret chord ♪

♪ That David played
and it pleased the Lord ♪

♪ You don't really care
for music, do ya? ♪

♪ Well, it goes like this
Dad!

♪ The fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift ♪

I'm all right.

Aw.
Nothing to worry about.

♪ Composing Hallelujah

- Josie.
- Dad.

You didn't have to come
all the way home.

How's school?

USC is fine.
Don't worry about that.

You had us all scared to death.

Yeah, I know, I know,
but luckily your brother

followed FBI protocol and knew
exactly where to shoot

so not to kill me.

Doesn't it make it
any less scary, sir.

Millie.

Oh, both my college girls
are home.

Oh, I missed you so much.

Well, the next time
you wanna see me,

do something other
than get shot.

I'll do my best.

Hmm.
Hey.

Jack Garrett, don't you
do that again.

Ah.

We're so glad you're okay, Jack.

Thank you.

It's good to see you
up and around, Jack.

And thank you, Monty.

You really put yourself
on the line for us.

That's what family's for, Jack.

That's right.

Speaking of which,
someone would like to say hello.

Aw!
Dad!

Jackie.

Hey. Mom there?
Hey, yeah.

Jack, hi, hi, hi.
Hi, Mom.

How are ya, Son?

Good. Sorry I couldn't
be there tonight.

Well, your Mom and I are very
proud of where you are,

and just seeing
your face made my day.

Thanks, Pop.

Your brothers and sisters
wanna say hi to you.

Yes, sir.

Oh, hey, big bro.

Come on, let's eat.

- Cheers, everybody.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers. Are you okay?

Never better.

♪ ...David played
and it pleased the Lord ♪

Thank you, Lord,

for my family,

for my friends,

and for my life, my job,
and my amazing team,

and for getting us home safe.

Thank you for my son
and my daughter

serving in the Armed Forces

and for all the men and women
serving our country,

and thank you, Lord,
for the blessing of this food

that we are about to receive.

In the name of the Father,
and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Hallelu-u-u-jah

♪ ♪