01x03 - Black 22

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan". Aired: August 2018 to present.*
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Ryan is an up-and-coming CIA analyst who is thrust into a dangerous field assignment for the first time and uncovers a pattern in t*rror1st communication.
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01x03 - Black 22

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♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN FRENCH)

There are no statements as yet from the Police about this latest t*rror1st att*ck.

It's unclear who was responsible...

♪ ♪

Local jihadis.

This one fought in Syria.

He came back six months ago.

These two we also know.

They go to a local mosque.

It is known for radicalizing youths.

They were using TracEuro.

That explains the extra manpower.

May God forgive you.

♪ ♪

(GREER SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(CALL TO PRAYER PLAYING OVER LOUDSPEAKERS)

Now the head.

Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu.

(PRAYING IN ARABIC)

Grandpa's in charge...

... okay?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

r*fle.

Time of flight, seconds.

Cease laser.

Laser safe.

I'm going back out to a one-mile orbit.

Do a BDA.

Nice sh*t, bitch.

(SNIFFLES)

Tombstone, Riot Grrl.

Time to change over.

All right.

We sent units to check the train, but we didn't find him.

Yeah, because the Metro is the perfect place to dump surveillance. Smart.

SANDRINE: Not smart enough.

We found his telephone in the trashcan along with a bloody shirt.

JACK: Wait, did somebody check the hospitals?

No one with his description was admitted.

Capitaine?

- Bruno.
- Jim.

- Jack.
- What's that?

SANDRINE: Fleury-Mérogis sent over Mousa bin Suleiman's prison records.

In months, he only had one visitor, his brother, Ali bin Suleiman.

JACK: His brother?

Wait.

That's him.

That's the man I chased.

The address he used to sign into visitation is in the .

Ninety-three?

- Department.
- A Muslim neighborhood.

You can arrange a team and be there in less than an hour.

More or less.

Hey. You followed him out of the building with your g*n out and you didn't sh**t?

There were civilians in the background.

I didn't have a clean sh*t.

If you pull your w*apon to sh**t, you sh**t.

Wait for me, I'll be right back.

I was worried. What took you so long?

I wish you gave me more time.

Here are the passports.

I don't know how to thank you.

You're very welcome.

How much did it cost?

I didn't do it for the money.

I did it for you and the children.

Uncle Fathi.

I will never forget this.

Hanin?

Take care of yourself.

Let's go, sweethearts.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Who is he?

How should I know?

He's in your house.

Papa!

It's okay!

Calm down.

Go play outside. Now.

You're lucky, you know.

The b*llet missed your pancreas by only a few centimeters.

Take this. Put it on.

Easy...

I thought I'd never see you again.

I assume you had good reason to come here instead of a hospital?

Where is Dalia?

She d*ed of cancer. Three years ago.

(EXHALES)

I see you're still drawing.

Uh...

I want to show you something.

You kept them?

Do you remember when you were a boy you'd beg me to take you to the Musée d'Orsay to see the Van Goghs?

Did you ever see them? The Van Goghs?

(GAME SHOW PLAYING ON TELEVISION)

(TRUCK PASSING OUTSIDE)

♪ ♪

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(ROULETTE BALL SPINNING)

(CHEERING)

♪ I'm only human ♪

♪ I'm only, I'm only ♪

♪ I'm only human, human... ♪

DEALER: Uh, I'm not allowed to accept currency that's been defaced, sir.

I'm sorry, that's casino policy.

(LAUGHS)

It's green, ain't it?

I ain't never heard of a bank turning down good old American greenbacks just 'cause it had some writing on it, have you?

♪ I'm only human after all... ♪

Stanley Kowalski.

Victor Polizzi.

This is my better half, Blanche Dubois.

It's a pleasure, Victor.

Ma'am.

And your change.

♪ Take a look in the mirror... ♪

VICTOR: Red, please.

♪ Do you see it clearer ♪

♪ Or are you deceived ♪

♪ In what you believe... ♪

DEALER: No more bets.

♪ 'Cause I'm only human after all ♪

♪ You're only human... ♪

red.

Winner, red.

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

(LAUGHS)

Tell me, Victor, are you in the service?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

I knew it.

Sir? Would you like to place another bet?

Red.

♪ Some people got the real problems ♪

♪ Some people out of luck... ♪

DEALER: No more bets.

♪ Some people think I can solve them... ♪

Red five.

- Winner, red.
- (CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

How about that?

♪ After all ♪

♪ I'm only human after all ♪

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

Black, all of it.

♪ Don't put the blame on me ♪

♪ I'm only human ♪

♪ I make mistakes ♪

♪ I'm only human... ♪

DEALER: Black !

- Winner, black.
- (CHEERING)

MAN: Nice job, buddy.

(APPLAUSE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Black ?

All of it.

- (LAUGHTER)
- MAN: Crazy!

- Black .
- WOMAN: Wow.

DEALER: Yes, sir.

♪ 'Cause I'm no prophet ♪

♪ Or Messiah ♪

♪ Should go looking somewhere higher ♪

DEALER: No more bets.

♪ Ah ♪

(EXHALES)

♪ I'm only human after all ♪

♪ I'm only human... ♪

Black !

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

STANLEY: Oh, my God!

This is your lucky night, sport.

♪ I'm just a man, I do what I can ♪

♪ Don't put the blame on me... ♪

DEALER: That's $ , , sir.

(APPLAUSE)

Captain, the police and SWAT are minutes out. Over.

Copy.

Okay, I understand how a kid with no options, no future gets seduced by extremism, but how does it happen to somebody like him?

I mean, he graduates from the University of Paris Dauphine, with a degree in business, top five percent of his class.

Then he gets arrested for as*ault, just throws it all away. Why?

SANDRINE: We have an entire generation of Muslims living here who have no jobs, no prospects.

But he got a degree.

He got out.

You think a piece of paper changes the way the world sees you?

In America, you can still be an African and an American, you can be a Mexican-American, an Italian-American, a Chinese-American.

In France, there are no hyphenates.

You are either French, or you are not.

(GIGGLING): Here we go...

- Oh!
- (GRUNTS, LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

Come on, let's celebrate.

grand, man.

I've never seen a winning streak like that.

- STANLEY: Where's the ice?
- VICTOR: Uh... kitchen's that way.

Does this work?

Ah, I love these guys.

Uh, how does it work?

Can you make this work?

Yeah, here.

Hi.

(BLANCHE LAUGHS SOFTLY)

("NEVER TEAR US APART" BY INXS PLAYING)

(LAUGHS)

What are you doing?

Hey, what... what are you doing?

(VICTOR LAUGHS)

Wait, wait... whoa, whoa, wait.

Stop. You got to stop...

Blanche, Blanche.

You're drunk.

♪ Don't ask me... ♪

- Mm.
- VICTOR: We can't do this.

We can't do this, your husband is in there.

Blanche, your husband is...

You got to stop, you got to stop.

You got to...

♪ Your precious heart ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ I was standing... ♪

Oh, sh*t, sh*t.

(GRUNTS)

I didn't touch her.

♪ Two worlds collided... ♪

Sh... she came on to me, man.

♪ Tear us apart... ♪

You got to relax, sport.

The party's just getting started.

♪ We could live... ♪

Like I said, it is your lucky night.

What is going on?

♪ From your tears ♪

♪ I told you ♪

♪ That we could fly ♪

(VICTOR GRUNTS)

♪ 'Cause we all have wings ♪

♪ But some of us don't know why ♪

♪ I... ♪

(MOANS)

♪ I was standing ♪

♪ You were there ♪

♪ Two worlds collided ♪

♪ And they could never ♪

♪ Ever ♪

♪ Tear us apart ♪

(PANTING)

(MOANING)

♪ We could live... ♪

Oh, honey.

- You were fantastic.
- (GRUNTS)

♪ I'd make wine from your tears... ♪

Wasn't he terrific, Stanley?

♪ That we could fly... ♪

Where's the little girl's room?

Over there.

♪ But some of us don't know why ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ I was standing... ♪

STANLEY: She is something, ain't she?

♪ You were there... ♪

(LAUGHING): Yeah.

♪ Two worlds collided ♪

♪ And they could never... ♪

Oh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold...

No offense, but I'm not into that.

(SHOUTS) The f*ck?!

Are you f*cking doing?

(SHOUTS) Are you f*cking crazy?

Stop!

(GROANING)

BLANCHE: Baby.

Don't hurt him too bad.

(PANTING)

I'm gonna deal with you later.

Go to the car.

♪ I was standing ♪

♪ You were there... ♪

Thank you for your service.

♪ Two worlds collided ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪ Never tear us apart... ♪

Wait!

(COUGHS)

Take it.

Please?

Take it.

I don't want your money, scout.

That's yours.

You earned it.

♪ Tear us apart... ♪

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BUTTONS CLICKING)

(TYPING)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Go get the Sheikh.

What is it?

Just go.

- As-salaam alaikum.
- Salaam.

- What's going on?
- Look.

Ask him where he is.

(TYPING)

♪ ♪

(TYPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FRENCH RAP SONG PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE)

(SHOUTING)

(CAMERA PHONE CLICKS)

Hey, Capitaine, the mosque is open now, Hold on. I'm going with you.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Can I ask you something?

How could you be in the CIA, knowing everything your government does?

Well, I figure it's better to be on the inside, maybe be able to change something, than be on the outside and not be able to change anything.

What'd you do for them?

I'm an analyst.

For a guy who works behind a desk, you seem to like the field.

I think you have everyone fooled.

I think you are a wolf.

A wolf who plays at being a sheep.

Capitaine, s'il vous plaît.

Keep up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

♪ ♪

(IMAM PRAYING IN ARABIC)

Allahu Akbar.

ALL: Allahu Akbar.

(IMAM PRAYS)

(ALL ECHO PRAYER)

Allahu Akbar.

As-salaam alaikum.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Can I help you, brother?

Uh, oui.

- Have you seen this man?
- (SPEAKING ARABIC)

No, no? Monsieur?

No?

- Thank you.
- (SPEAKING ARABIC)

- Au revoir.
- (SPEAKING ARABIC)

Salaam.

Excuse me, please. Come here.

Do you know him?

No.

Oh.

It's okay, son.

You're not in trouble.

It's important you tell me the truth.

Do you know this man?

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(WHIMPERING)

- You know what?
- You're gonna buy it?

Yes, how much?

- .
- ?

Who will give me back my money?

Now steal from the bank, and give it to me.

(LAUGHTER)

My love.

My love?

Join us.

I can't. I have to start dinner.

For me, Mama, come.

When was the last time we all sat together as a family?

Hmm?

Look.

I saved you the shoe.

Fine, but I have to make dinner after.

Yay!

- (SARA CHUCKLES)
- (SULEIMAN SPEAKS ARABIC)

One, two, three, four, five.

A railroad! Are you going to buy it, Mom?

No, Mama.

(LAUGHTER)

Sure, why not?

How much?

dollars.

Did I ever tell you how I proposed to your mother?

CHILDREN: No.

You don't have to, dear.

Why not?

Tell us, Papa!

She wasn't much older than you are now, Sara.

How old were you, dear?

Sixteen.

Seriously?

Sixteen!

I was coming home from the w*r in Ramadi, Iraq... fighting against the invaders.

Suddenly... my car broke down in the middle of the desert.

After a few hours, a man came along in his truck.

and stopped and picked me up.

We drove to his house nearby...

and he invited me in for dinner.

(GIGGLES)

I sat down at the table, looked up, and saw this beautiful girl coming with a pot of soup.

Oh my God, how beautiful!

Your mother, not the soup!

Her father didn't work or have money.

He did have a beautiful daughter...

He offered her to me.

For the night.

I looked at your mother... and I felt as if the hand of God brought me to this place for a reason.

So I told her father I didn't want her in that way.

I wanted to marry her. Properly.

The next day...

I took her away from that village and married her.

And now?

We have no secrets from each other.

We're not going to hide things from each other.

Isn't that right, my love?

(FIRE CRACKLING LOUDLY)

When he showed up, bleeding, I hadn't seen him in years.

What should I have done?

Let him die at my door?

We know you helped him!

I'm a doctor.

At least I was, in Lebanon.

(OMER CONTINUES SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

(CLUZET SPEAKING FRENCH)

(AHMED SPEAKING FRENCH)




I don't want to play that game. It's stupid!

- Quiet! Both of you!
- What's wrong?

Nothing. They don't like the game.

They don't like this game?

Were you playing this game before?

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Who was playing the game?

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

The man who was here.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

Sara, wake up, baby!

Mama?

Get up and get changed.

Wake up your sister, and get three days' change of clothes.

Mama, what's going on?

We're taking a trip, my love.
We have to leave right now.

Where's Dad?

Your Dad's not coming.

- Let's get you dressed...
- No.

Samir...

Listen to me!

Mama, I'm not going anywhere if Dad's not...

Get dressed right now!

You can't make me!

Samir, come back! Samir!

SARA: Mama?

Go get your things.

Don't worry, I'll come back.

But right now we have to move quickly.

Your Dad loves Samir so much.

He'll be safe here. Let's go.

Papa!

Papa!

(HANIN SPEAKS ARABIC)

Someone left us a car?

We are strong, but it is not our weapons that make us strong.

It is our faith.

(WHISPERING)

You know how to drive?

Uncle Fathi taught me.

Excuse me, brothers.

Fathi...

Yes, my Sheikh.

How could this happen without you knowing?

- Trust me, I don't know...
- I did trust you!

With my family.

You find them and bring them back.

- Yes, my Sheikh.
- Now go.

- Yazid!
- Yes, my Sheikh.

Go with him.

- But...
- No "buts!" Bring them home!

Yes, my Sheikh.

We know he was using the game to communicate with his cell.

We know they told him to go

- to go to a rendezvous point...
- I told you already...

I don't know where Ali went.

But you helped him!

Those two kids in the other room need their father.

If you keep protecting Ali, I'll have to arrest you.

He said he just needed a car.

So I gave him mine.

Okay, Mama... now what?

It's okay, darling.

There's a town just up ahead.

We'll walk.

We have no water, no food.

Dad's gonna send someone...

Enough, Sara. I don't wanna hear it!

It's okay, darling.

Don't be scared.

God will protect us.

God will protect us.

Grab your stuff.

Let's go, follow us!

There he is.

We used the VIN number to access the GPS unit in the car.

We're getting units in place to intercept.

Intercept?

Shouldn't we follow him?
See where he's going?

And risk more lives? No.

We all read the conversations in the video game.

He's going to meet someone.

GREER: You have aerial surveillance.

We track him, he might lead us back to his cell, maybe even Suleiman himself.

This direction is taking him towards the Alps where the drone will lose him in the clouds.

But you've already locked into his GPS, so there's little chance of losing him.

He is responsible for the death of French citizens

- on French soil.
- Hold on.

I've been tracking Suleiman since Yemen.

Okay? Whatever he's planning, is a hell of a lot worse than what happened at that apartment.

GREER: You've lost people.

I've been there.

But we know he's going to meet somebody and we have to be there when he does.

If we're wrong, you get to take him before he reaches the border.

But if we're right, you're gonna get all of them.

Okay.

We'll follow him.

But he doesn't cross the border.

You ride with her.

Sara.

Go get some food for you and your sister.

Go on.

Meet me at the taxis.

RIOT GRRL: Aha.

Damn, momma.

That's the fourth time she's gotten laid this week.

Yo, man, this sh*t's better than a novella.

Yo.

McFly?

Hey, what's up with you?

You might as well just tell me what happened.

Did you accidentally pick up another tr*nny on Fremont Street?

Ava, I said let it go.

All right.

Geez.

Does he know yet?

No.

He's still waiting for him to come home.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hello, sir.

How much to get to the border?

Three of those.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Where'd this guy come from?

What do you got?

Silver Nissan.

Never seen it in this area before.

Well, that's too fancy to be local.

Right.

Let's go.

But we didn't get our food!

Okay. I'm gonna get him.

Who is he looking for?

Gonna drop his picture into Mirc Chat.

See what I can get.

RIOT GRRL: Copy that.

We don't go there.

Our lives are in danger.

I have to get to the border!

I beg you.

No, I can't.

I have to get to the border...

Yazid and Fathi are here.

Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

(HORNS BLARING)

RIOT GRRL: What the hell is he doing?

VICTOR: Got something.

Abbas Al-Fathi.

He's POI, but he's surveillance only.

(CAR HORN HONKING, PEOPLE SCREAMING)

RIOT GRRL: This ain't good.

Sir, we got a situation over here.

Tombstone, what's up?

(SCOFFS) Look at this sh*t.

(CAR HORN HONKING, PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(YELLING IN ARABIC)

Leave them alone!

Come here, don't be afraid.

Go, run!

RIOT GRRL: God damn.

WHITMORE: Are they in the target deck?

One is POI, but he's surveil only.

Okay, well, there you have it.

- There's nothing you can do.
- RIOT GRRL: Seriously?

We're just gonna watch these girls get robbed or r*ped or worse?

You could run this up the chain of command before you sh**t me down.

Okay.

They're gonna say the same thing.

Tie her up!

Take it easy!

Sara!

Hanin, calm down!

Mama!

Calm down. Easy, easy.

Shh.

(GIRLS CRYING)

Don't move!

Did you forget? We're family...

You know what they'll do to me...

I know. Give me time.

I have to figure out how to get rid of this dog.

k*ll him.

And tell my husband that I did it.

(SARA SCREAMS)

The f*ck?

You were saying?

- (WAILING)
- Mama!

Yeah, this is Captain Whitmore over at Creech.

WE HAVE A POI: Abbas Al-Fathi.

He just got sh*t by an unknown m*llitary-aged male.

Looks like he's now about to r*pe a female villager.

Request permission to engage.

(CRYING)

(WAILING)

Help me, help me!

Someone help!

RIOT GRRL: Come on, come on.

We got to do something.

Someone help me!

Sir, I've got a sh*t.

Stand down. Stand down.

You do not have authorization to take that sh*t.

Do you hear me?!

Acknowledge my f*cking order.

(WAILS)

WHITMORE: Boy, you just disobeyed a direct order and you broke the rules of engagement.

Tombstone, you are relieved of your post.

- Get me an MP.
- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir, I'm here.
- Need security over here.

I see. Yes, sir.

Okay.

Copy that, sir.

You are f*cking lucky.

Let's go.

(CRYING)

See?

I told you...

God would protect us.

(ENGINE STARTS)

God damn.

That was, like...

- God damn.
- (LAUGHS)

sh*t.

Go ahead.

You earned it.

♪ ♪
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