["THE SAFETY DANCE" BY MEN WITHOUT HATS PLAYING]
- ♪ We can dance if we want to ♪
♪ We can leave your friends behind ♪
♪ 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance ♪
♪ Well, they're no friends of mine ♪
♪ Say, we can go where we want to ♪
♪ A place where they will never find ♪
♪ And we can act like we come from out of this world ♪
- ♪ Leave the real one far behind ♪
- [DOOR OPENING]
- ♪ And we can dance... ♪
Did you finish your chores like I asked?
♪ We can go where we want. ♪
Outside, let's go.
Come get it, assholes.
It's not funny!
[JET ENGINES RUMBLING]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
[CAR HORN HONKING]
Watch it, shithead.
Tough loss for your O's last night.
Could be worse, Harold.
Could be a Mets fan.
LAYLA: So let's make sure we get them in by Thursday.
Are we on Yemeni time this morning, Dr. Ryan?
Okay, let's get started.
So last night we got some fresh Houthi SIGINT from the Fort.
You'll find the serial link in the morning e-mail.
CTC Europe wants to see a list of all SWIFT transactions out of Islamabad.
That's you, Patrick.
You can go in now.
Have a seat.
So how was your leave?
I took a boat out to Nags Head. Did some fishing.
I wouldn't know.
I've only seen her once at her lawyer's.
Oh, sorry. Y-You still have a ring on.
I thought maybe the two of you were trying to work it out.
This is the, uh, this is the read book
that the outgoing chief
T-FAD had them make for you.
The group is mostly analysts, a couple of case officers.
Uh, you know, you'll have reps from, uh, Treasury and Justice, uh...
No one you'd know.
Uh, you know, Jim, it is what you make of it.
It's a backwater post, Nate.
And we both know it.
It's a second chance. And one, frankly, that not a lot of people on this floor felt you deserved.
Oh, and-and Jim?
You know, just so we're clear.
I went to bat for you.
Don't f*ck me on this.
And Al Arabiya has a special this week on the conflict, which might be
- worth checking out.
- Where can we get that from?
- LAYLA: OSC should have it up online, and...
I'm James Greer.
I'm your new group chief.
He was chief of station in Karachi.
GREER: Why don't we go around the table, just stand up, introduce yourselves, and tell me what you're working on.
Let's start with you.
Aye, sir. I'm Tarek Kassar.
I work PAD.
Currently, I'm tracking SIGINT in the region, trying to get coverage on the hawala networks
- out of Islamabad.
- Very well.
Noreen Yang. I work Europe.
Uh, we just completed our second round of analysis on SWIFT transactions based on liaison data from French and Belgian assets, sir.
Your turn, Lance Armstrong.
Uh, Jack Ryan. I work Yemen.
I've been monitoring SWIFT network transactions in and around Aden.
Well, actually, in the last few months,
I have red-flagged several of these transactions as potentially suspicious.
It's anomalous to see large, one-off SWIFT transactions to individuals, especially in Yemen.
And normal SWIFT transactions usually occur in patterns.
What's your concern?
What's at issue?
- JACK: Um, it is my theory that the individual behind these transactions could be a high-level target.
Well, now, that I'm not... [CHUCKLES]
- necessarily clear...
- Who is he?
I believe his name is Suleiman.
It means "man of peace."
He just popped up on CTC Yemen's radar.
The RH assets have mentioned him as well,
- That's it?
They heard a name.
What else have they said?
It's not about what they're saying, sir, it's about how they're saying it.
I mean, they're talking about this guy with real reverence, and I'm not talking sectarianism. I mean, he appeals to Shia and Sunni.
A brand-new bin Laden on my first day.
Who would have thunk it?
So how come you're the only one that knows about this mystery man?
Well, one of the difficulties in cobbling together intel is dealing with two databases
- that aren't meant to talk to one another.
That's why I've actually written a custom SQL query...
I'm Patrick. I cover Syria.
[ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES]
PATRICK: SQL query. Seriously?
You went there, Ryan?
TAREK: Ops guys like maps and graphics.
You should try putting stick figures in your reports next time.
Anyone know why he got PNG'd back to headquarters?
I heard he went all Colonel Kurtz in the desert, started making S.A.D. dip their bullets in pigs' blood so anyone they killed wouldn't go to Paradise.
[LAUGHING, SPEAKING ARABIC]
- [VEHICLES APPROACHING]
- GIRL: Mama...
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Wa alaikum as-salaam.
Welcome Sheikh Al Radwan.
Is Sheikh Suleiman home?
I'm afraid he's still away.
When do you expect him to return?
If you please...
my husband's affairs are his business.
[MEN MURMUR INDISTINCTLY]
We picked up a brother in Aleppo.
Your husband requested he stay here with you.
Like you said...
your husband's affairs are his business.
When Sheikh Suleiman returns... tell him Sheikh Al Radwan wants to see him.
- Salaam alaikum.
- Wa alaikum as-salaam.
ALEX TREBEK [ON TV]: A treaty with the Wampanoags gave the Pilgrims protection against this tribe from what's now Rhode Island.
- [BEEP ON TV]
- That tribe would be the Narragansett.
- [PHONE RINGING]
- Lani, start.
LANI: March Madness, $ .
TREBEK: This laundry substance made possible the Elizabethan fancy collar...
- JOE: Jack! How are you?
- Hey, Joe.
- It's been what, four years?
Uh... five, I think.
JOE: I didn't wake you, did I?
JACK: What can I do for you, Joe?
I was wondering if we could get together.
There's something I'd like to talk to you about.
JACK: We can talk right now.
No, I'd rather not do it over the phone.
Come by the house on Sunday.
I've got a little gathering for my birthday. Nothing big.
Some friends and family. You remember where, right?
Yeah, I... You know what? I really appreciate
- the invite, Joe, but...
I'm not asking you as your former boss.
I'm asking you as a friend.
Drop by around : . See you then.
TREBEK: Octavian sank the forces of this man eight ways to Sunday
- to win the BC naval battle of Actium.
- [BEEP ON TV]
- TREBEK: Octavian beat
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
[RHYTHMIC WHOOSHING, METRONOME CLICKING]
[WHOOSHING AND CLICKING INTENSIFY]
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
[SIREN BLARING OUTSIDE]
[KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING]
Hey, Jack, got you a Danish. It's blueberry.
Oh, thanks, Teresa.
- And a... coffee?
Hold on one second. Thank you.
Sir, do you have a minute?
For you, Bright Boy, I got five.
What have you got?
I found something you got to see.
What am I looking at?
These are financial transactions through an app called TracEuro.
You use your cell phone.
Yeah, they were using that in Karachi before I left.
Every one of these transactions is linked to this account opened a week and a half ago in a bank in Aden by a Saudi import-export company, but...
the business license of that company is less than a month old.
This is a shell.
- So, six SWIFT transactions have come through in the last eight days.
They total over $ million.
Of all the other accounts that I've been monitoring, only two have ever gone above six figures, and barely.
Large transactions attract attention.
Why go big now and risk popping up on our radar?
Maybe he doesn't even care about drawing attention, because whatever he's planning, he's ready now.
- This is it. We got him.
You mean Suleiman.
Sir, he's real.
I promise you he is real.
Don't you think there are people on the seventh floor that would have loved this opportunity years ago the first time they heard the name "bin Laden"?
All I'm asking is order a demarche, freeze the account.
You're not there yet.
I'm not there yet?
/ cost half a million dollars.
If he is real, what do you think he can do with times that amount of money? We have to chase this down.
Once the money's gone, he's gone.
I promise you that.
Just order a demarche and freeze the account.
Is there anything else?
[MEN SPEAKING ARABIC]
I brought some tea.
My Arabic isn't good.
We can speak English.
Like some tea?
JACK: He's hesitating because he's scared.
Do you know how badly you have to screw up to go from Chief of Base to the head of T-FAD?
He can't make another mistake, he knows that.
Even if you're right, you don't have the authority to write a demarche.
Treasury. I know.
I don't know. What about Greer?
You don't work for Greer.
Treasury's its own thing.
Honestly, though, I don't want you to do it if you're uncomfortable.
I just... I don't know.
I get so frustrated when people say Treasury doesn't do anything.
- You know?
Okay, let's do it.
That was awesome.
Was that it?
[WHISPERING]: Good job.
Dinner's ready. Let's go!
Go wash up!
PETE: I think my aide must have put me through to the wrong extension.
I'm trying to get ahold of the T-FAD group chief.
You're talking to him.
What can I do for you?
I'm calling about this demarche y'all ordered.
I didn't order a demarche.
Well, some Treasury officer in your shop did.
- I'll call you right back.
Ryan. My office. Now.
Shut the door.
I told you to stand the f*ck down, and you went behind my back
- and froze that account.
- That was Treasury's call.
The ink on that demarche may be theirs, but this was your idea.
Listen, if you're worried about this blowing back on you, don't.
Okay? I'll take full responsibility.
Oh. Is that what you think?
That I'm trying to protect my career? Look around.
That ship has sailed.
And let me ask you something.
You've been doing this for how long?
Almost four years.
Oh, "almost four years."
Holy sh1t. [CHUCKLES]
That's, like... Wow.
I am impressed.
Now, let's say that you're actually right and Suleiman or Casper the Friendly Ghost or whoever the f*ck actually exists.
What do you think he does when he finds out a state entity has frozen his bank account?
He cuts bait and you get nothing!
How many people you know walk away from $ million?
- That money means everything to him.
- I agree.
Which is why we could've sat on that bank, tracked every courier who came and went, and wrapped up the whole goddamn network.
Or we could've just watched the front door of the bank while they walked out, pulled off the next / , and we didn't do a thing.
Get the f*ck out of my office.
Bank manager's on the move.
We got a meet and greet.
Two military-age males, table, north edge of the market.
Guys, get me some audio on that table.
Secret Police. We need your apartment.
Overwatch is in position.
I have eyes on.
[ARABIC TRANSMITTED OVER EARPIECES]
Guys, your audio is f*cked.
I can't hear a f*cking thing.
Can somebody fix the goddamn audio?
Do we have a lip reader?
Jesus Christ, people.
They're Oscar Mike.
I no longer have visual.
What do you want to do?
f*ck it. We'll take them once they're out of the market.
What about the bank manager?
Cut him loose.
Stay on the other two.
Send containment to second intersection.
I'm lost. Can you help?
Hey, Jim. It's Pete Cortwright again.
You're not gonna believe this.
[MID-TEMPO JAZZ PLAYING]
Let me guess.
Happy birthday, Joe.
How you doing, Jack?
- You look good. Fit.
- Thank you.
So, "just a few friends," huh?
[SIGHS]: Well, maybe I undersold it by a tiny bit.
Hey, Ben, thanks for coming.
All right, so you got me down here...
What is it you want to talk about?
There's something, uh, I'd like you to take a look at for me.
- I bet there is. Listen, Joe, I appreciate...
- No, no, no,
it's not what you think.
I'm managing a new fund with potential investors out of South Korea.
Joe... I left Wall Street for a reason.
- I'm not coming back.
- [CHUCKLES] I'm not asking you to come back.
I'm asking what the State Department is saying about North Korea.
Am I gonna get f*cked here?
- Jesus, Joe.
- Yeah, that's why
- I couldn't talk on the phone.
You got the wrong guy.
I'm not that kind of State Department.
I'm not asking for top secret info.
I'm asking which way the wind is blowing.
There must have been a memo, something...
That's not quite how it works.
Okay, look, Jack, I'll cut you in on this.
Be like old times.
I wish I could help you.
You know the problem with this self-righteous Boy Scout routine?
Is that one day you're gonna wake up... and realize that you've been lying to yourself about not wanting all of this.
And you know what?
By then, it's gonna be too late.
- Happy birthday.
Thank you! So glad you could make it.
Enjoy the party.
Could I have a beer, please?
Make that two.
Way to really piss off the host.
- You... you heard that?
- Just the last part.
I especially liked it when he called you a "self-righteous Boy Scout."
Well, at least I'm not an asshole, right?
- I'm Jack.
- [BOTTLES TAP]
Oh, no. You are Joe's daughter.
Have we met?
Not technically, no.
Joe used to have a picture of you behind his desk.
I think you'd graduated med school, your hair was... longer then.
Listen, what I said about your dad...
Being an asshole?
Don't worry about it.
So, are you a doctor? Whereabouts?
I specialize in infectious diseases.
Wow. That sounds...
- A little bit.
And what about you?
I run, uh, supply chain logistics for the Western Hemisphere.
- [HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
- WOMAN: What is going on?
- MAN: No idea.
I'm Petty Officer Second Class Dillard with the United States Coast Guard.
I need you to come with me.
Sir, I need your keys.
- For what?
- I have orders
- to drive your car back to your apartment.
- Okay, I...
Hold on a sec. Um...
I don't know, maybe I could...
- Sir, we have to go.
- Right in here, sir.
- Watch your step.
- Out to the side.
- Keep your head down, sir.
What's the matter?
You don't like flying?
- What the hell's going on?
- That account you froze...
S.A.D. and Yemeni PSO picked up somebody.
No. A couple of couriers, they think.
Wait, you said S.A.D.,
- but I didn't order any surveillance.
- I did.
I thought you said I wasn't "there yet."
You weren't. But that doesn't mean you were wrong.
Well, how come you couldn't have said that, instead of throwing me out of your office?
Because I don't know you.
And I don't answer to you.
Now, S.A.D. and the Yemenis
are gonna run the interrogation.
But you're the one that knows all this financial sh1t, so I need you there to make sure they know what questions to ask.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You... I can't go to Yemen.
I'm an analyst.
I don't interrogate people, I write reports.
Well, that's gonna make a doozy.
Get on the f*cking plane.
- Thanks for the ride.
- You're welcome.
Jim. Good to see you, brother.
Matice, this is Dr. Ryan.
- How you doing?
- What you a doctor of?
Man, I thought you were in Pakistan.
No. Back at Langley.
Sorry to hear that, man.
What about you? What's your story, Doctor?
- Oh, I'm an analyst.
- No sh1t?
What do you analyze?
Global markets, mostly.
Financial aberrations, stuff like that.
You got any tips?
- Stocks and sh1t.
Trying to expand my portfolio.
This is Captain Achmed.
He's gonna be running the interrogation.
He asked for water, but we didn't give him anything.
Leave your merit badges at the door.
[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]
Open the door.
MATICE: This is us.
[MUSIC GROWS LOUDER]
♪ It casts a big shadow sitting in the sun ♪
♪ She's got it revved up and rockin' ♪
♪ Ready to run ♪
♪ And someday soon I'm gonna climb right up ♪
♪ And take a little ride ♪
♪ In her big ol' truck ♪
How y'all like that Toby Keith?
- ♪ She's got bucket seats... ♪
- [MUSIC STOPS]
I'm actually more of a George Strait man myself.
"Amarillo By Morning."
"All My Ex's Live in Texas."
But to each his own.
This one here... is your honcho.
Yemeni driver's license.
- Soufan something or other.
- What is a Saudi doing in Aden?
Well, he said he was here on business.
We found that in his briefcase.
Called the number on there, got a answering service.
It's probably bullshit anyway.
Did you say one of 'em had a phone?
[HELICOPTER PASSING OUTSIDE]
Oh, did y'all want a Fanta?
Same number as the transfers.
Ding, ding, ding.
Looks like we have a winner.
Take him to the big room.
[SOLDIERS SPEAKING ARABIC]
Take him to the big room.
SOLDIER: On your feet. Let's go. Move it.
[MAN SPEAKING ARABIC]
You're not leaving until you tell the truth!
I don't know anything.
The transfer, who did you send it to?
Where you going?
I've been at this for hours.
- I need some air.
[MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC]
[MAN SHOUTS IN ARABIC]
[HELICOPTER PASSES OUTSIDE]
Can I help you with something, sir?
Where do I get something to eat?
WILLIAMS: I know these guys.
SOLDIER: Let's go, to the left.
SOLDIER : Yes, sir.
We have four more for you, my friend.
They were killed in drone strike.
You cross off your list.
We have deal, right?
Okay, Monty Hall.
Let's make a deal.
Thank you, Corporal.
That's all. [SPEAKS ARABIC]
It's not poison.
[HELICOPTER PASSES OUTSIDE]
God be with you, my friend.
Get these old boys in the cooler till the doc can I.D. them.
Earlier, when I mentioned money transfers, you looked up.
I assume you understand me now.
Soufan, that's a, um,
Lebanese name, isn't it?
Do you do this often?
Kidnapping innocent people off the street and interrogate them.
You're my first one, actually.
How am I doing?
I'm an analyst.
What does that mean?
Well, it means I work behind a desk.
What about you, Soufan, what do you do?
I'm a bodyguard.
How'd you get those scars on your hands?
It's an old wound from when I was a boy.
Morgue's straight ahead, that way.
[HEAVY DOOR CLOSES]
The other man... Rahbini.
How do you know him?
He's my client.
You work for him a lot?
- First time.
- What do you know about him?
Actually, I don't talk much to my clients.
But you do listen.
Have you ever heard the name "Suleiman"?
It's a common name here.
I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific.
bucks says he wants more money.
[EXPLOSION, SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]
Back in the room, behind the door.
- [MEN SHOUTING]
SOLDIER : Get him out of there!
- I got you, bro.
Fuckers got the generator!
We need to secure the front gate!
You two, on me!
Come on, let's go!
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]
I said drop it.
Where is he?
Where is he?!
No. The other one.
We need armor!
Let's get to the APC!
- We need cover fire!
ALI: Where is he?
- Watch out behind the door!
Lay down cover fire!
Move to the APC!
I drop this and we all die.
- He's bluffing.
No. I'm not.
Get the keys from the soldier.
Move to the door.
I thought you were an analyst.
I thought you were a bodyguard.
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
[CONTINUES SPEAKING IN ARABIC]
[SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]