All language subtitles for tom.clancys.jack.ryan.s01e02.720p.web.h264-memento

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(church bells ring)

(indistinct chatter)

(motorcycle horn toots)

(woman laughs)

(church bells continue ringing)

(dog barks)

(groans)

(groans loudly)

(gasps)

(gasping)

(gurgles, exhales)

(water running)

(sighs)

(distant chatter)

(groans softly)

(groans softly)

(panting)

(sighs)

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(sighs)

(man coughs)

Oh, fuck. There is nothing
about this that is good.

The foreign press are reporting
that the base

was overrun by a local militia.

As far as our footprint is
concerned, we were never there.

What about our casualties?

Three Americans.
One SOG, two JSOC.

Why don't we address the real
reason for this brief-- him?

SINGER:
Based on biometrics,

DS&T have concluded
with a high degree of certainty

that the person we once had
detained was this man.

His nom de guerre is
"Suleiman al Bekaa."

We're still trying
to track down his given name.

He appears
in a few more videos like this.

Propaganda pieces.
He never speaks.

We don't have an I.D. on this
guy, the one playing possum.

Younger,
deferential to Suleiman.

Definitely has his trust.

This Suleiman is ISIS?

We believe so, sir.

He's not ISIS.

Stand up.

That is to say,
he may have been, but...

if he was, he's not anymore.

SINGER:
You may recognize Dr. Ryan

from this evening's installment
of "jihadi theater."

He and Jim Greer were
on the ground

in Yemen
when the base was attacked.

Tell me, Dr. Ryan,

how is it you know so much
about this guy,

and we're hearing
about him for the first time?

I was just
following the money, sir.

Groups like ISIS--
they make most of their money

from smuggling or seized
oil reserves in Iraq and Syria.

They move that money
through hawala networks.

It's all done analog, meaning
the money's literally handed

from one person to another.

The account we froze was
from a European bank.

I mean, it was funded

by multiple transfers
from phony LLCs.

The money's been washed
so many times,

there's no way
we could locate just one source.

-Meaning what? -GREER: Meaning
these assholes have their shit

wired extremely tight.

Now look, we all know

part of ISIS's M.O.
is attention.

If they did this,
why haven't they claimed it?

That's not proof, Jim.

When he came to me with this
Suleiman, I was skeptical, too.

Not anymore.

I've seen firsthand,

the men that hit this site
were coordinated,

well-trained. They knew exactly
where they were going

and what their objective was.
They even carried away

their dead
so we couldn't I.D. 'em.

Sue, I'd like
to stand up a task force.

Who do you have in mind?

Well, given the origin
of his financing, I think...

CTC Europe, uh,
should head this.

(murmuring)

Nate, we found this guy.
This should go to T-FAD.

T-FAD will still follow
the money.

And whatever you find,
you'll share with CTC Europe.

I'm sure
they could use the help.

The president's flying back
from Camp David.

I need options to put
in front of him by morning.

You'll have them.

Any questions?
All right, go to work.

(indistinct chatter)

What just happened?
Did I say something wrong?

That had nothing to do with you.

-(clears throat)
-What's the matter?

Nothing. I just
tweaked my back back there.

Yeah, well, take a couple hours
personal time

-and get yourself checked out.
-I'm fine.

Get it looked at.

(birds squawking)

Ah.

(sighs)

(both laughing)

Hmm.

Yeah.

(speaks Arabic)

(birds squawking)

(sighs)

(laughs)

(whirring)

WOMAN: We'll have you out
in about 20, Mr. Ryan.

(loud clacking)

(gasps)

I see they fused your L4 to L5
vertebrae together.

Given the extent
of your prior surgeries,

I'd say you got off
pretty lucky.

Some inflammation of the scar
tissue around your thecal sac,

and a moderate lumbar sprain.

I can prescribe some hydrocodone
with ibuprofen

-for the pain.
-Oh, no.

That's okay.
No-no pills.

Well, ice will help
with the inflammation,

and when the pain subsides,
I'd suggest

doing some core strengthening.
Maybe try yoga.

-Yeah, I'll do that.
-Any questions for me?

Where's Epidemiology?

Let's obtain
simultaneous blood cultures

from the left and right
antecubital fossa.

-You got it, Dr. Mueller.
-Thank you.

Hey.

-Hey.
-(laughs)

-What are you doing here?
-Oh, I just had an appointment

downstairs,
and then I remembered

you said this is where
you worked, so I figured

I'd come by and say hey.

-Hey.
-Hey.

(laughs)
Um...

-Are you okay? -Yeah. Just,
I tweaked my back a little bit.

Listen, I'm really sorry
we didn't get more of a chance

-to talk at your dad's birthday
party. -Yeah, that was, uh...

That was quite some exit
you made.

Huh.

What was the big emergency?

Oh, that was a...
contaminated shipment

of romaine lettuce left out
on a Navy dock in Bethesda.

It was an E. coli scare, so...

-Pretty exciting stuff,
actually. -I didn't know

the Coast Guard picked people up
for bad lettuce.

Well, you know, their motto is,
uh, semper paratus.

-"Always..."
-Ready?

-Wow.
-Med school. Lots of Latin.

(laughs) Marines--
lots of mottos.

Hey, listen, I, um...

I really am sorry. I...

Apology accepted.

-That was easy.
-Yeah. (laughs)

Marina, can you let
Dr. Rumack know

that I, uh, catalogued these
blood cultures this morning?

-Sure.
-Thanks.

So do you get a coffee break
soon, or...?

Uh, my shift just started.

Oh. What about dinner?

Or give you a call?

-I asked my dad about you.
-Oh.

He said you're one of the
smartest guys he's ever met.

-Oh. -But you're too good
for your own good.

Is that even a thing?
What does that mean?

Uh, moralistic,
self-righteous.

Those were his words.

-Those were his words?
-Yeah.

I don't give a shit
what my dad thinks. (laughs)

(both chuckle)

Can I have your cell?

Yes.

(typing)

There you go.

Propediem te videbo.

Yeah.

See you soon.

(chuckles)
I knew that one.

(chuckles)

You should try yoga.

For your back.

Oh, no, I'm...

All right.

(chuckles)

(elevator bell dings)

(groans)

(indistinct chatter)

Jack.

Hey, guys.

-Where you been?
-Just at the doctor.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Just tweaked my back.

TAREK:
In Yemen?

Rowing.

So it's not true then?

What is not true?

That you were in Yemen
with Greer.

-Nope. -So you were just, like,
taking a personal day then?

(panel beeps)

Wow, I wish I knew what you guys
were talking about,

but I got a lot of work to do.

Yeah. No problem.
We have stuff to do anyways.

Jack.

-Yeah. -I sent you that link
of primary targets

in Western Yemen
with cell phone numbers.

Amazing, Noreen. I owe you one.

Great, because, uh...

(quietly):
I need some advice.

Ask him out.

Who?

The targeter from "pad"
that you time your exit to

every night so you can ride
the elevator together.

Actually, I was talking about
Eisenberg's fantasy league.

Oh. All right, what do we got?

Okay, Zack Greinke
or Dallas Keuchel?

Come on. Greinke's ERA
is half a point lower.

But SunTrust Stadium gives up
1.86 more home runs

per three-game home stand
than Minute Maid.

So...?

(quietly):
Keuchel.

Thanks.

(laughs):
You got it.

(groans softly)

Rain Man, my office.

(sighs)

(grunts)

GREER:
I got something for you.

JACK:
What is that?

Suleiman's cell phone.

He left it in Yemen.

CCI had their eggheads
trying to crack it.

You stole it?

No, I-I borrowed it.

Sometimes you have to break
a few rules just to get

the job done.

Now, that bad boy
has got full disk encryption

-and an eight-digit passcode.
-Great.

Do you know what that means?
That means

it would've taken their cluster
10,000 hours to crack it.

Because they're up there running
algorithms and doing geometry.

-Algebra.
-What?

Algorithms are algebra.

Whatever. My point is, people
don't randomly pick passwords,

not even terrorist masterminds.

They pick something personal.

A kid's birthday,
their anniversary.

And you know more
about this Suleiman asshole

than anybody in the building.

-I got my money on you.
-Whoa. Where you going?

I got something to take care of.
I'll be back in an hour.

(phone beeps)

(typing)

♪ ♪

(phone rings)

Ryan.

Yeah.

I'll be right up.

(computer chimes)

He's ready for you, Dr. Ryan.

Yes.

-All right.
-(door opens)

Thanks.

Well, why-why don't we,
uh, circle back on that?

Yeah, of course. Bye.

Jack,

-thanks for coming by.
-Not a problem.

Uh, can I get you something?
A water?

-I'm okay.
-So, um,

I understand
you were in the Marines.

Yes, sir.

Ah. Did you deploy?

-Yes, sir.
-Iraq?

Afghanistan.

Well,

thank you for your service.

Why don't we have a seat.

Where'd you go to school, Jack?

Uh, Boston College.

Boston College.

-Ah. Are you a Doug Flutie fan?
-(clears throat)

(chuckles) He was a little bit
before my time, but yeah.

You play sports?
Uh, basketball? Football?

-Rowed crew.
-Oh, yeah. Me, too. Uh, Yale.

-Groton before that.
-Ah.

Yeah. You have the build for it.

I'm sorry, what did you want
to see me about, sir?

I liked what you said
in the morning brief

and that you weren't afraid
to say it.

So, uh, how would you find him?

Suleiman.

We got to figure out a way
to get inside his head.

We need to see what it is
that's motivating him.

What motivates him?
Same thing motivates all of 'em:

death to the West,
a new caliphate.

Yeah. Normally,
I would agree with you.

But... I don't know,
it's interesting.

There's something different
about his agenda.

Meaning?

Everything he's doing,

it just feels more specific,
more calculated.

Look at the way
he collected money.

It's... sophisticated.

He's like bin Laden.

To be, uh, clear,

I gave CTC Europe the lead
on this,

but I need people like you.

You've shown, um,
great initiative.

Well, thank you, sir,
but, uh, with all due respect,

that was Greer who put the
surveillance team on the bank.

I mean, without him...

Can I, uh, give you
some advice, Jack?

You know, I've known Jim Greer
a long time.

He's an excellent case officer,

but, you know, his, uh, talents

don't translate well
to headquarters.

Yeah. You, on the other hand,
I could see you,

uh, being the, uh,
in-house point person

for the Suleiman task force

and working directly with me.

And an op like this, uh,
it's a career-maker.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I took a little
time to think about it?

Sure.

But don't wait too long, Jack.

I'd love to see you
bring this thing home.

Thank you, sir.

(whimpering softly)

RAMA:
Mama! Samir!

-(speaks Arabic)
-(men speaking in distance)

(men shouting in distance)

(Suleiman chuckling)

(kisses)

(Samir chuckles)

(shouts in Arabic)

RAMA:
Baba...

(chuckles)

(Rama chuckles)

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

(speaks softly)

-(speaks Arabic)
-(chuckles)

(speaking French):

(indistinct chatter)

(chuckles softly)

Sara.

(indistinct chatter)

So, how long are you back for?

Uh, indefinitely.

Have you seen Dawud or Malek?

Dawud still comes to the mosque
somewhat regularly.

Tell him I said hello.

Have you seen Jasmine?

Nah.

I mean, we're trying to be civil
for the kids, but...

no.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm glad you called.

It's really good to see you,
brother.

You should come to pray
on Friday.

Everyone would love to see you.

(grunts softly)

I haven't really prayed...

since, you know,
Jasmine and I...

I see.

I guess I converted...

...for her.

So we could get married.

So,

it's a little hard to, uh...

See the point.

I want to give you something.

-Oh, come on, come on.
You don't have to... -I want you

to have 'em.

As a reminder.

You may have taken a break
from Him,

but Allah is with you always.

Never forget that, brother.

♪ ♪

What the hell are you doing?

Welcome back.

How's it going?

JACK: Other than the fact that
accurately guessing

an eight-digit passcode was
about ten to the eighth power,

which is one in 100 million,
I'm great.

Oh, and also,
after the tenth try,

it locks forever
and erases itself.

How 'bout you?

Fuck.

Well, it was a long shot.

Worth a try, though.

I'm gonna pack up.

Hold on. That's it?

When are you gonna learn?

You got to go with your gut;
that's all you got.

Sometimes it doesn't work out.

-That's the job.
-Oh, I see.

So you were just going
with your gut in Karachi.

-What did you hear?
-A whole lot.

I think my favorite is
that you threw an asset

out of a second story window
in the annex in Karachi

because he wouldn't talk.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Karachi annex is on
the first floor.

If we're gonna work together,
I have every reason

to know why you got PNG'd
back here.

I'll tell you about Karachi if
you tell me about Afghanistan.

Mm-hmm. Just what I thought.

Let's get a couple of things
straight.

One, I am not
your fucking friend.

-Okay. -Yeah, we work together,
but you don't know me,

and I don't know you,
and I'm perfectly fine

with that arrangement.

Two, I don't owe you shit.

My past is my business,
and yours is your business.

Yeah, but it's okay to use me
for your little pet projects?

-Whoa. Back up.
-No. This is ridiculous.

I've been working all day
on this and I...

The footage... rewind.

Stop. There. You see that?

You see how he takes the cuffs?

He's no stranger
to being shackled.

He's done time.

Did you run traces on his name
and his AKAs in Trident?

Of course I did.

Ops traffic, DOC traffic--
we never had him.

Wait a minute.

We never had him.

The SIM card in the phone
is French.

I queried DGSI, but they didn't
have a current file,

but what if he was never
on the radar

because he was never
on the street?

If I look into French
prison records...

Last name "Suleiman,"
first name unknown,

alias is "Suleiman al Bekaa."

Birth place:
Bekaa Valley, Lebanon.

Holy shit.

Mousa bin Suleiman.

JACK:
His prison number.

Every password is personal to
the person who creates it.

(phone beeps)

There were four numbers in the
call log of Suleiman's phone.

We geo-located all of them.

They're all in Paris.

Paris.

GREER: We froze his
nine and a half million.

He needs to replace that.

I asked Mr. Singer to join us.

Keep going from where you were.

JACK: He made five calls to
this number in Saint-Denis.

TDY us to Paris
and we'll grab this asshole

-and be back before dinner.
-I tasked CTC Europe

to carry the water on this,
and I told the two of you

to run every piece of intel
through them.

Okay, Nate.

Dr. Ryan, you found him.

What do you want to do?

I think Greer and I
should go, sir.

FARNSWORTH:
Great.

Liaison with the DGSI,
make sure

they're standing by
when you land.

-Thank you, sir.
-Thank you, sir.

(French hip-hop music playing)

♪ ♪

(excited chatter)

(siren passing)

(laughter)

SARA:
(gasps) Samir!

Uh-oh.

-(dog barking)
-(men yelling)

Hmm.

(static crackles)

(man speaking indistinctly)

Mm-hmm?

Hmm?

(speaks Arabic)

It's okay.

-Mama?
-Sara.

Huh?

(panting)

♪ ♪

Captain Sandrine Arnaud.

Lieutenant Tariq La Pointe.

He's in charge of SWAT.

James Greer, Jack Ryan.

Garth.

Okay, I will say this once
so we can get it over with.

You're guests in this country.

If I give an order,
I expect it to be followed.

If you have a problem with this,
I need to know now.

No, ma'am.

Welcome to France.

We can talk on the way.

♪ ♪

(motorcycle engine revs)

Here you go, man.
Try this on.

SANDRINE:
We've been tracking

the cell number you gave us.

There were seven more calls
to the same apartment

five kilometers north of Paris.

(La Pointe speaking French)

This Suleiman,
you said he was from France.

Is he planning something here?

We don't know
what his target is,

but we know
someone's financing him.

He came here
to pick up the cash,

and to try to transfer it
back to his cells,

most likely using an app

-called "TracEuro."
-LA POINTE: TracEuro?

JACK:
It allows you to load money

onto SIM cards
and transfer via cell phone,

$10,000 increments.

Garth, huh?

Yeah... like Brooks.

I pick a different name
every trip.

It's fun.

Hey, man, you want a gun?

Oh, I don't think
I'm allowed to have a...

This here's your mag release.

Slide that back
to chamber a round.

-That right there is your
decocker. -I've actually...

Doc, do me a favor, all right?

Watch your muzzle awareness,
okay?

I don't want you
getting all excited

and shooting me in the tail end.

I got kids that think
I'm an astronaut.

Kind of hard to explain how
I got shot in the ass in space.

Yeah. Kind of like that.

(sirens wailing)

(French hip-hop playing)

(phone ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

(phone chimes)

Ali?

(speaking French)

(excited chatter)

(men speaking French)

(radio chatter in French)

Hang back.

(yells)

(officers yelling in French)

-(whimpering)
-(gunfire continues)

(shouting)

(man shouting in French)

(grunting)

There's an ambulance
downstairs-- go!

(panicked shouting)

-(speaks French)
-It's okay. You're okay.

(panicked shouting)

(woman screams)

(officer shouts in French)

OFFICER:
No!

(screaming)