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Visibility, one.

Ceiling 4,000 overcast. Temperature--

Salah 1-1-4 clear to land,

runway 1-1.

Clear to land Salah 1-1-4.

These streets, they're different.

They're old.

The ties are deep and hidden.

It's where the East claws at the West.

Where the South seeks the North.

There's honor here that must be respected.

Rules that cannot be broken.

And if a mistake is made...

Room service.

Shutting down engines.

Hey! What's the problem?

Apologies! Someone called in a bomb threat.

This is a restricted area!

Get on your knees! Get on your knees!

On your knees! Show me your hands!

On your knees.

Get on your fucking knees, right now!

Lay down! Lay down! Lay fucking down!

Lay down! Lay down right now. Don't move!

Don't move! On me!

Hands, hands! Show me your hands!

You, come out! Come out! You, come out. On the ground!

Get down!

It's clear!

Dogs on the scent.

Package in hand.

Package in hand. Exiting.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Not bad!

If he catches us... Faster, faster!

Dragan, safes, entry. Slavko, comms, cell overwatch.

Jean-Jacques.

He'll be doing the recce and the planning.

That's what the fuck I'm doing.

Okay, okay, guys. Calm the fuck down, okay?

This guy is one of the best thieves on the planet, okay?

What the fuck is your problem?

Yeah, it's fucking normal.

Wait! Hey, shut the fuck up!

Okay. We have until the last Sunday of the month to execute the job.

So, as we advance in our recce to the target here,

the World Diamond Centre,

gathering all the intelligence we need will be difficult.

Jean-Jacques is our asset on the inside.

He finds our path to the vault.

And if you have a problem with that,

you can get the fuck out now.

I'm good, boss.

What do you need?

I'll need brands, makes and model of all security systems,

and of course, the vault.

Need to ID all their personnel.

Get to know who we are dealing with,

and somehow, tap in their comms.

Confirm routes, find the exits.

I'll work up the routes.

I'll need to see them before selecting vehicles.

- So, are we good? - Yeah.

Ah, bravo.

Here we go.

France. Italy.

That bend, that is the border.

This is the alpine run.

No CCTV or plate readers up on these roads?

Zero. All on the coast.

This is the route.

I need all-wheel drive.

Strip out the automation. No anti-locks.

I'm sorry, what was that?

Sir, yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Is the captain here? Capitaine?

Uh, oui, oui.

- No problem. - Oh, okay.

We were set for, uh, 1:00, 1:00 p.m.

It's... it's... it's 1:30.

He's aware that I'm here or--

Nicholas. Hugo.

Welcome.

Nice to finally meet you. I thought we said 1:00, but--

No.

Hmm.

Well, anyway, I brought you some swag.

Thought you and the guys might like it.

Oh.

I have LAPD but not LASD. It's cool.

Do you want something to eat, drink?

Coffee. Maybe a little one of those croissants.

No, Nick.

It's croissant, not, uh, croissant.

Well, clearly, I don't speak French, right?

What American does?

This is Lieutenant Varane. Lieutenant O'Brien.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Ah.

So, here they are.

Ah, oui.

It's very tough to crack. Ethnically insular.

They work with the Italians and Albanians once in a while,

but tactically, they are brilliant.

The players are only aware

of who's in the cell for a particular job.

So, if they get caught, there's no one to rat on.

And tough to ID them.

We don't get much help from Balkan Alley.

They are all like security services and military.

They know how to stay off the grid.

They often use women who were models or athletes

who spend a lot of time in Western Europe.

So, they have connections. Know their way around.

This guy. Slobodan.

He's a criminal receiver.

He has deals with the 'Ndrangheta

and all the top jewelers in Italy.

He gives the green light for every job on the continent.

We've been trying to bag him for almost a decade.

Take a seat, Nick.

So, tell us about your suspect.

We have reason to believe, thank you,

that he's operating out of Europe, possibly France.

We started looking into it after the Antwerp rip.

A lot of the signatures of that job were similar

to some of the ones we investigated in L.A.

But you know, the Police Aeronautique

believe that most of them were Balkan.

I thought you said that they were all Balkan except for one.

The one who recruited them.

Okay. And was he Black?

Okay. So, they weren't all Balkan is the point.

No.

Were you guys able to pull up the surveillance footage I requested?

Of course.

Okay.

Can I see it?

How's your croissant?

Great.

I'll make your life a little bit easier while you're over here.

You know, some of the letters in French, they are silent.

Like the "T" in croissant, for example.

You know, in American, you say salmon, right?

But the "L" is silent, no?

Am I on Candid Camera or something?

You know, I actually say salmon. Always have.

Sal-mon. So, there you go.

He's a funny guy, huh?

Okay. This is from the day you requested.

Let me know when to pause.

That's it. Diamant Bank.

The only thing is I had to walk to that motherfucker.

Three miles every day.

It was in a nice area.

So, the closer I got to school,

around that last mile,

I started to see the shift. Nice, big houses.

Super clean yards.

So, I started to play this little game in my mind.

I started to see patterns.

See if I could memorize all the houses.

How many people lived in it.

If they would go to work, and for how long.

When papers would start to stack up on the front step.

Who had dogs, who didn't, what type they were.

I had that neighborhood clocked in no time.

So, Christmas is coming back around,

and I feel my mama's anxiety.

Another fucking year where she can't get us shit.

On my way to school,

I decided to look and see what was in one of them houses.

It'll never be enough.

It's because it's not about the money.

It's about the challenge.

Can I get in and get out

without anyone even knowing I was there?

And I just started leveling up.

What you getting me for Christmas?

A coupon to the Hofbrau.

I fucking love that place.

Seeing as we're in couples therapy,

my old man owned a liquor store right over there

off of Sepulveda Boulevard, you know, near Western.

So, he used to walk to work.

One night, he was working late,

and these two dudes rolled in with straps on.

Tried to rob him.

Now, he didn't take shit from anybody ever.

And there was no way he was gonna open that register.

He had this .38 that he kept under the counter.

Yeah, right there. And he looked down at it.

And these dudes must have gotten spooked

that he was gonna blast their ass,

because one asshole shot him.

Hmm.

Right there. Here.

Caught bit of leg just below the hip.

And he survived.

But from that day on, he had this fucking limp.

He had it to the day he died. Never the same.

He put a brave face on, but...

I used to watch him walk to work every day.

He would just put one foot in front of the other.

With that fucking limp.

Broke my heart.

All I could think about was getting the motherfuckers that did it.

I never did. Never got 'em.

When I grew up, first chance I got, I got a gun.

I got a badge. And I started to hunt.

Fuck.

This time no one gets hurt.

Absolutely.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What? - Whoa, whoa, hey.

-Keep walking. - Okay, okay.

Keep walking. Let's go.

I didn't even call an Uber!

Fucking... Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Get in... get in the fucking car!

A few weeks ago,

there was a flight from Africa to Antwerp.

It had something on it. Something that belongs to us.

To the Octopus.

And you stole it.

Get it back.

Houdini One, this is Carbon Actual. Comms check.

Carbon Actual, copy.

Comms clear.

Houdini One moving on theater.

Copy that.

Houdini One in theater.

Houdini One, you are red at Amstel.

Twenty seconds to green light.

Copy, Carbon Actual.

Standing by for green.

Ten seconds to green light.

Five, four...

Mag change.

I need a better shot.

- Hold on! I can't hear you. -Brake!

Fuck! I'm fucking hit up, man!

Hold on!

- Mags change. You all right? - Yeah, I'm okay.

Shit, still on us.

- Can you loose 'em? -Fucking trying.

- Those dudes are drivers. -Oh, shit.

[IN ENGLISH] Shit! Fuck!

Right this side. I got a clean shot.

Got you, break.

I'm out. Mag change.

I've got ammo.

[IN ENGLISH] Fuck this.

Fuck, yeah!

Okay, I'm out.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What the fuck was that?

His fault.

That's it?