♪ ♪
Good night.
Good night, Father.
(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)
(panting)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(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)
I like the smell of the ocean here.
All I smell is fish.
(both laughing)
Why me? Why not send one of the others?
I only trust you.
Without you, I'd be rotting in prison now.
Hmm.
I was pretty good, wasn't I?
You were like a ninja.
Yeah.
It's time.
(birds squawking)
(sighs)
Take care of yourself.
(speaks Arabic)
Ali!
Peace be with you!
Not if she's been with you first!
(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)
Okay, my love Samir, we're done.
If you're going to play in here,
put your toys away before dinner.
I know.
Is your room clean?
Yes, it's clean.
- Are you sure, my love? - RAMA: Mama! Samir!
Daddy's home!
- (speaks Arabic) - (men speaking in distance)
(men shouting in distance)
Daddy!
(Suleiman chuckling)
(kisses)
Welcome back, Dad.
Thank you, God be with you.
(Samir chuckles)
(shouts in Arabic)
RAMA: Baba...
Did you bring us any gifts?
I didn't have time. I was too busy.
(chuckles)
But on my way, I did find this.
Do you like it?
(Rama chuckles)
(chuckles)
Thank you, Daddy!
(chuckles)
(speaks softly)
And these...
are for you.
Thank you, Dad.
- (speaks Arabic) - (chuckles)
Peace be upon you.
Welcome back.
(speaking French): My precious diamond.
(indistinct chatter)
Fresh fish.
It's from Alexandria.
(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)
I was waiting for you yesterday.
I was delayed.
It's all there.
They told me to tell you...
this is the last of it.
There's no more after this.
(laughter)
SARA: (gasps) Samir!
Uh-oh.
- (dog barking) - (men yelling)
Idiot.
Hmm.
(static crackles)
(man speaking indistinctly)
What are you doing?
I was searching for my Dad.
Mm-hmm?
Excuse me.
Hey, what's your rush?
I'm Yazid.
Your name is Sara, right?
You want a taste?
Hmm?
I have one for you.
(speaks Arabic)
It's okay.
Open it.
Sara!
What's taking so long?
- Mama? - Sara.
What's wrong, my love?
Huh?
I hate them!
Why did Daddy bring them here?
Shhh. It's okay, my love.
I won't let anyone hurt you.
The children are finally sleeping.
You think I didn't get you a gift?
It looks beautiful on you.
I missed you.
Why are you upset?
Why are they here, Mousa?
My children sleep here.
Who are you bringing to our home?
They are our children, right?
In all my life, I've never questioned you...
because you're a good man.
When you fought Assad's army, I understood
you were fighting for us, for our country.
But now... things have changed.
What do you mean?
You are different.
These men are using you.
Using me?
They need me.
We need you. Your family. Here.
Everything I am doing is for you and our children.
I need you to trust me.
How can I trust you?
I don't even know what you're doing.
I'm your husband.
And you have to trust me.
(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)
What's up?
How much more time do you need?
They're almost done.
Maybe 15, 20 minutes.
(indistinct chatter)
(phone chimes)
Shit! I'll call you back.
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)
Let's go!
Why are you stopping? Move!
- (speaks French) - It's okay. You're okay.
Where the fuck are you going?
(panicked shouting)
(woman screams)
(officer shouts in French)
Help me...
Show your hands. Down on your knees.
- Please! - OFFICER: No!
(screaming)