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NATHAN: Take out the translator...
all we asked you to do.

DAMBA:
Aicha is out of the picture.

She's not going to be a problem
for us anymore.

Leyla, please help me.

We have no idea what happened
to her since we left.

You mean since we abandoned her?

- We need a translator.
- For what?

Uh, we're meeting
a guide at Bourem,

and he only speaks Tamasheq.

Why are you resisting
the terms of an agreement

that we have all spent months
drawing up?

Not resisting. Negotiating.

SULLIVAN: There's chatter
detailed in your own submissions

dated third May.

Which would mean
the attack wasn't spontaneous

and the information you gave
the committee was incorrect.

TOUMI:
Aicha gave her something.

We find out what was going on,
maybe we find Aicha.

Who did you talk to about
Aicha's friend at the bar?

- You spoke to McKay? Anyone else?
- No, no. It was just McKay.

TOUMI: He's involved.
He sent his goons after me.

♪ ♪

Hold your fire.

(REPEATS PHRASE)

Go get Aicha.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

All right, he's clean.

HARRY:
There's nothing in here.

Come here.

What's his name?
What's he doing here?

(AICHA SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

(SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

His name is Yahir. Comes here
every week for petrol.

- Why were you driving so fast?
- (SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

(SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

He says,
"You think that was fast?"

Fast & Furious.

You like movies, huh?

So he's a boy racer.

- Does he know what happened here?
- (SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

AICHA: No, the last time
I was here was a week ago.

Everything seemed fine.

He says he's not surprised.

What's that supposed to mean?

AICHA:
This is a smuggling route.

Drugs, weapons, people.

Outsiders use this land
for their dirty business.

(YAHIR CONTINUES
SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

His homeland is nothing
but a dumping ground.

A trash can where anything dirty
can be thrown.

Give him his gasoline.

Let him go home.

♪ ♪

(WHITE CLEARS THROAT)

Hey.

That guy who died?

Brahim Dayak.
He was our guide.

That doesn't help.

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

(QUIET CHATTER)

(LAUGHTER)

(YAHIR SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

(ENGINES REVVING)

♪ ♪

♪ We tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're on the side
of the angels ♪

♪ And we tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're the good guys ♪

♪ But we know ♪

♪ Our heads are in the sand ♪

♪ We know ♪

♪ Nothing ever changes ♪

♪ The same people win ♪

♪ The same people lose ♪

♪ We know the fight is fixed ♪

♪ The wars go on and on ♪

♪ And we know. ♪

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN PASSING)

♪ ♪

(KEYS JINGLING)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Okay, I'm gonna get you
some painkillers.

- It'll pass.
- I'll be five minutes.

Harry, I'm fine!

Okay, well, then we need
to get you out of here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm gonna pay your boss a visit.

I'm gonna see who he talked to
and what he knows about Aicha.

- Leyla, please.
- I know, I'm a, I'm a pain in the ass.

Yeah, you think?

I'm not abandoning her
for a second time.

You keep telling yourself that.

What is that supposed to mean?

- You're not here for her.
- Oh, you think I'm here for you?

No, I think
you got bored, Leyla.

They put you in a suit
in that job back home, yeah?

I wish I'd seen that.

Bet you do.

Do you know what? Don't worry.
You don't need to come with me.

Well, I can't exactly
go back to my house.

Can I? Or my job.
You fucked that up for me.

Yeah, well, maybe you can find
another rock to crawl under.

- Ah, that was bitchy.
- (HARRY SCOFFS)

(LAUGHS):
Wow, I can be a bitch.

Sorry.

♪ ♪

- SISSOKO: Miss Jones.
- Minister.

Welcome to Mali.

- Please, sit.
- Thank you.

I see they sent the assistant.

Well, I do have some experience
in the field.

Kabul, Baghdad, Tripoli.

The holy trinity.

I know all about you,
Mr. Miller.

Well, in that case,
call me Nate. Please.

I'm afraid you've had
a wasted trip... Nate.

I made my position perfectly
clear in Washington.

We were hoping that
we would see the president.

We need to get
this troop deal signed.

Then perhaps your president
should have sent

the Secretary of State,
or even the Deputy Secretary.

We are not picky.

- We know our place.
- NATHAN: I'm sorry.

Uh... have I done something
to offend you?

Not at all.

Everywhere American or French,

British or Russian
for that matter...

I am not singling you out,
you understand...

everywhere your troops go

in this never-ending,

self-generating war on terror,

it just seems to get worse.

Oil on the barbecue.

You get to... excuse my French...

fuck up my country,
and then you leave.

Or you don't.

You stay for years, decades.

And I still can't decide
which is worse.

I do hope you will forgive
my honesty.

We wouldn't have it
any other way.

We're never gonna get anywhere

while she has
the president's ear.

Why do you keep doing this?

You can read in silence,
you know.

You could coast it.

Retire, be a grandee,

make a fortune
speaking to Wall Street.

This is why I hired you, right?
For these little pep talks?

You want to know why I do this?

Country before party.

Used to be a badge of honor.

Now it gets you
thrown under the bus.

The interpreter's vetting papers
were signed by a Nathan Miller.

Why do I know that name?

JESSICA: Former CIA,
retired two years ago.

Runs his own private
security consultancy.

His wife runs an NGO.

Chicken Soup for the Soul.

He does a lot of work
for the agency.

Which means the government
pays him twice as much

for doing the same job
he did before he left.

Oh, you'll never guess
where he is now.

- Mali?
- Hole in one.

What's he doing there?

NATHAN: How tight is Sissoko's
hold on the president?

DAMBA:
Like a noose.

(RELAXING MUSIC PLAYING,
QUIET CHATTER)

You know, we were
at high school together.

Same class:
me, the president and her.

Hmm. That's a hell
of a class photo.

We were friends, me and Aminata,

until I sat behind her
in a algebra exam.

I tried to copy her,

she saw me,

huddled over her paper
like this.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Well, I could see how
that would ruin a friendship.

You never cheat
at school, Nathan?

You know, honestly,
I don't remember.

But I did let my friends
copy my homework.

This is what
the interpreter had.

So do you think we're gonna get
this deal over the line

- with Sissoko in place?
- I'm working on it.

Like you were working
on the interpreter?

Her body never made it
to the morgue, did it, Joseph?

Is she still out there?

We're looking for her.
I have my best people on it.

Same people you used
to make her disappear?

I told you not to go in
heavy-handed.

And I don't appreciate you
telling me how to do my job.

Yeah, well, here's something
you'll like even less.

There's a former MI6 officer
here looking for her.

Leyla Toumi.

You knew that, didn't you?

- I tried to have her picked up.
- What do you mean you tried?

- She fled.
- She fled where?

She's receiving help
from a former colleague

of hers, Harry Clarke.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Jesus. How could you
fuck this up so badly?!

You know why people
hate America so much?

Give me a reason
I've never heard before.

People hate America
so much, Nathan,

because you are so...
indescribably arrogant.

I hear that every single time
I turn on CNN.

- Give me another reason.
- What a little humility could achieve.

You want to know
the truth, Joseph?

Americans don't fucking care
what you think anymore.

We never did; we were
just better at hiding it.

Consider this.

I'm the only person who knows

what you are really doing
here in Mali.

Why would you want
to piss me off?

You know what,
you're absolutely right.

It's not my place
to tell you how to do your job.

This is your country,

and I need to learn
how to respect that.

You want some dessert?

(SETS EMERGENCY BRAKE)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(REMOVES BOTTLE CAP)

(BOTTLE OPENER CLATTERS)

(CLEARS THROAT, COUGHS)

I always did fantasize
about being alone with you.

Slightly different
circumstances, maybe.

(CLICKING NEARBY)

(SIGHS):
Right.

I'm sorry about this, Adam.

I tried to talk her out of it,
but you know what she's like.

(EXHALES)

Who did you talk to
about Bintou Cissé?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You're an ungrateful
little prick, you know that?

- Yeah, I know.
- She's got you tied

- by the balls, doesn't she?
- You know, actually,

believe it or not, mate...
I'm doing this for me.

- Call it therapy.
- Who did you talk to, Adam?

- Fuck you.
- I did tell her.

She said you'd talk;
I said, "No way.

Adam's too proud.
He needs motivating."

Hmm. Well, I refer you
to my previous answer.

"My dearest Tina..."

That is the name
of your ex, right?

The one who fucked your
best friend, broke your heart.

The reason
why you came out here.

The one you don't stop
fucking going on about.

"My dearest Tina,

"you know the saddest feeling
in the world?

"When you sit down
to write the final words

"you'll write on this Earth,
the final things you'll say,

"and you've got no one
to say them to.

"I wished I'd known
how hard it was to undo things,

how difficult it is
to fix mistakes."

This actually reads better
than I thought.

"But those mistakes we make,

"we carry them with us
every day,

until the weight of them
crushes us."

And so it goes.

A whistle-stop tour
of your greatest hits.

Gambling debts,
underage girls, the shame,

so on and so forth.

A man takes a long look
at himself out here

under the hot sun.

What happens when
he doesn't like what he sees?

(CHUCKLING)

Who did you talk to, Adam?

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, Christ, Harry.

You don't have the balls.

I was five years older than you
when I came to Africa,

you know that?

Couldn't believe
the money you could make.

The more this place gets
fucked up, the richer you get.

It's like a finely tuned
looting machine.

Six months, I'd have enough
to set me up back home.

Open a pub, maybe,

somewhere up
on the Suffolk Coast.

That was 15 years ago.

Not just about the money,
is it, Harry?

That's not the only thing
keeping you here.

It's the not going back.

Not thinking about things,
things you've done,

things you regret,
things you can't take back.

I know you, Harry.

I get you.

We're the same... you and me.

Now, fucking cut me down.

Sometimes, Adam...

I'm worse.

TOUMI:
What the fuck?!

- (CHOKING)
- He's suffocating!

Stop kicking!
Will you help me?!

Stop kicking!

(CONTINUES CHOKING)

Harry, help me!

(GASPING BREATHS)

(COUGHS)

(PANTING)

Who did you talk to
about Bintou Cissé, Adam?

(COUGHING)

(PANTING HEAVILY)

Joseph Damba.

Who?

- Joseph Damba.
- And who's he?

He's, um...
he's in the government.

- He's a min... a minister for transport.
- Why is he interested in Cissé?

- I don't know.
- Oh, don't make me do it again!

I don't know!
For Christ's sake, I don't know!

He-he asked me to keep an eye on
Aicha Konaté! That's all I know!

Leyla shows up, starts
asking questions; I told him.

Why?

Because you need
to keep Damba sweet.

- Government contract.
- There was a sighting of her.

I gave Damba some of my men
to help for the search.

- Where was the sighting?
- In Missira.

It was an Internet cafe.
She broke in.

The, um...
the owner called the police.

By the time we came,
she-she'd gone.

(MCKAY GROANS)

(PANTING)

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You wanted answers.

- I got answers.
- Last time I saw anything like that was

when your father stuck a petrol
pump down a woman's throat!

That's nowhere near
the same fucking thing...

Yes, it is!

(TOUMI PANTING)

We can't leave him alive.
He'll come after us.

We're not in the service
anymore, Harry!

No one's gonna
clean up after us.

No one is gonna
make this disappear.

EVIE (OVER PHONE): And we got
our parts for the play.

- Oh, you did?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna be the Scarecrow.

(LAUGHS):
Honey, that's great!

I cannot wait to see this.

Do you think they're gonna have
to stuff straw in your ears?

(GIGGLES) I hope not.
That would be too itchy.

I love you, kiddo.

Can you put Daddy back on?

- I miss you, Mom.
- I miss you, too, sweetie.

I'll be home soon.

Daddy, Mom wants you!

Thanks, sweetie.

- Hey.
- When's Bea picking her up?

- She's not.
- What do you mean?

- Amanda...
- Ed, what do you mean she's not picking her up?

She's staying here.

- (KNOCKING)
- That is not what we agreed.

Amanda, why should
our daughter be staying

- with the nanny when you're away?
- Because that is...

- that is what gives her consistency.
- Consistency.

How's she supposed to have any
consistency when you're away,

for what, a day, a week?

- Bea is perfectly capable of looking after her.
- Don't you think...

don't you think
our daughter deserves

a little more than
"perfectly capable"?

She is not gonna live
with you and Kaylee.

And there we have it.

That's what this is
really about: Kaylee.

Maybe I would feel differently

if she wasn't still
a child herself.

Jesus, you had to go there,
didn't you?

I got to go.

We are not done here.

Tell me again
why the U.S. government

doesn't pay
for marriage counseling.

(QUIETLY):
Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I've been there.

I mean... what am I saying?

I'm... I'm there.

Sometimes I'd rather
sit through a Senate hearing

than talk to my ex on the phone.

I hear that disappointment
in her voice, you know,

when I tell her I can't be home.

(SIGHS):
Oh, fuck.

Sometimes I just don't know what
the fuck I'm doing here anymore.

You can leave...
anytime, Amanda.

You really think
either of us has that choice?

Yeah.

I got a call from Sullivan.

She wants me on a video link,
before the committee.

It can't wait?

Apparently not.

Should we be worried?

Not about Sullivan.

She's controllable.

It's Joseph Damba
that has me nervous.

I think he'll flip on us
the moment it suits him.

♪ ♪

WHITE:
What do you want to do?

(SIGHS)

I think we should
get out of here.

Head back to Bamako.

I'll call Langley,
see if they want us to abort

or take another run
at this thing.

What about her?

(SIGHS)
I guess we'll take her home.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Behind us!

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(AIR HISSING)

(MEN SHOUTING IN TAMASHEQ)

Put your hands in the air.
No sudden movements.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING STOPS)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(BUSY CHATTER)

(PASSING HORN HONKS)

(WHISTLING)

Bonjour.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Arsenal.

- You English?
- Yeah.

You support?

(CHUCKLES)

Tottenham.

- Ah. (CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES)

Hey, you're doing well.

I miss Wenger.

Really, my friend?

Seven FA Cups.
Three league titles.

Eh, all right, all right,
all right. Don't remind me.

(LAUGHS)

Hey.

Have you seen this girl?

Hey, we're her friends.

Okay, listen.

Please watch this.

- Look at her.
- AICHA: Leyla. (PANTING)

Look at her.

Please help me.

(PANTING) Help me. Please.

Anything you could tell us
would really help. Please.

- I'm heading to...
- MAN: Qui est là?

I didn't mean to chase her away.

That's your voice in the video?

She broke in
in the middle of the night.

When she saw me, she ran.

- Do you know where she went?
- Down to the market.

That's all I know.

All right.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

In here.

McKAY:
Aw, fu...

- Adam.
- Yeah.

- You okay?
- (CLEARS THROAT)

No, I'm not okay, Nathan.

I'm pretty far
from fucking okay!

Hey, your colleagues did this.

- They were former colleagues.
- Yeah, bastards fucking strung me up.

Locked me in the panic room.

What did you tell 'em?

I had a fucking noose
around my neck, Nathan.

What do you think I told them?
Fucking everything.

Did you tell them
that the interpreter was seen?

Yeah, that's what fucking
"everything" means, Nathan!

DAMBA: I'm going to spread
the net out wider...

army, police.

- I'll round them up.
- Yeah, and, when you do,

I want fucking first crack
at that bitch.

- Can I, can I talk to you for a second?
- (GROANS) Christ.

Please?

What happens if she doesn't

get picked up
by one of our own people?

She's supposed to be dead,
Joseph.

I'm going to do this my way.

Okay. Okay, fine.

Fine, but it's your fucking neck
on the line.

You want my suggestion?

Respectfully.

Get your guys
to find Harry Clarke.

He'll stand out in this city.
You follow him to Aicha.

If I know him, he'll find her.

Okay?

You stated it's possible

the interpreter was a member
of the Al Moctar terror network.

We are looking
into that possibility, yes.

And yet, two years ago,

you signed off
on her vetting papers?

Can I remind the good senator

that Mr. Miller
is not on trial here.

How thorough was the vetting?

Well, no offense, Senator,
but, in the field,

you don't always have
as much time as you would like

to follow through
on everything.

You have to make decisions
quickly.

So, not that thorough.

SHELBY: For the record,
there's no suggestion

that Mr. Miller
executed his tasks

in anything less than
the professional capacity

- required of him.
- You mentioned

in your opening statement
that the mission failed.

It did.

As you're well aware, Senator,

we were kidnapped by members
of the Al Moctar network.

And you managed to escape?

We did.

And then what happened?

And then we came home.

With nothing to show for it?

Well, things go wrong, Senator.

Sometimes we have to adapt.

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

I'll try to keep that
valuable life lesson in mind.

(CLEARS THROAT)
This committee thanks you

for your time, Mr. Miller.

I'm well aware
you are incredibly busy.

Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

SULLIVAN:
One more question.

Yes?

What are you doing in Mali?

I'm consulting with the CIA,

working on
the advise-and-assist missions,

which I think
that you will agree,

Senator, is in
all of our best interests.

Thank you very much.

(EXHALES)

Still easier than
talking to your ex?

(CHUCKLES)

There's only one way
to get this deal over the line.

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SHOUTING IN TAMASHEQ)

(CAMEL BELLOWS)

(SHOUTS)

(CAMEL BELLOWS)

(SPEAKS TAMASHEQ)

He's inviting us
to eat with him.

(GOAT BLEATS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH):

(SPEAKS TAMASHEQ)

He says you have come
to steal from under our feet.

(SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

He says the only reason the West
has ever been interested

in Africa is resources.

(AICHA CONTINUES TRANSLATING
QUIETLY)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)

He says, even though
you are here to steal from him,

he wishes you no harm.

(AICHA CONTINUES TRANSLATING)

- (CONTINUES SPEAKING TAMASHEQ)
- (AICHA STOPS TRANSLATING)

And no one had to die.

(SPEAKS FRENCH):

♪ ♪

(KEYS CLACKING)

(SIGHS)

(SCALES PLAYING ON PIANO)

Excellent.
Excellent. Again.

(KNOCKING)

Lottie, will you get that?

- Lottie?
- (KNOCKING)

(SIGHS)

I won't be a moment, sweetie.

- Nathan.
- Dan.

- Not disturbing you, am I?
- (CHUCKLES) Are you kidding me?

(CHUCKLES)
Not at all. Come in.

Come in.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(PIANO CONTINUES
PLAYING FAINTLY)

I didn't know you were here.

I, uh, I thought
our business had concluded.

Don't get me wrong, Nate.
I'm delighted it hasn't.

So, what can I do for you?

I need something that does this.

And I need the components
traceable back to Libya.

- You want me to put it together for you?
- No.

You know I prefer
to do that myself.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

My men will find
Clarke and Toumi.

I told you on the phone.

I have every faith in you,
Joseph.

This is your show.

DAMBA:
So what are you doing here?

There's something else
we wanted your help with.

I need you to put
a police van...

inside...

...this checkpoint.

To do what, exactly?

The president's not gonna sign
a deal right now, Joseph.

Yeah, he's not gonna sign it.

Not unless he feels Al Moctar
breathing down his neck.

Who is the president's
closest ally?

Aminata Sissoko.

No.

We have to bring the threat
to his front door, Joseph.

No.

There has to be another way.

This is the only way.

♪ ♪

We're gonna get you out of this.

I promise.

He's right, Al Moctar,

about you people
stealing our resources.

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONES RINGING)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Arubis mining.
How may I direct your call?

WHITE:
Elliot, this is George Parker.

I'm afraid
there's been a development.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY)

I need to go.

(URINATING)

(ZIPS PANTS)

(QUIET CHATTER)

(MAN SHOUTS)

(AICHA SPEAKING TAMASHEQ
URGENTLY)

(SHOUTS IN TAMASHEQ)

(SPEAKING ANGRILY)

(SPEAKS QUIETLY)

(HARRY PANTING)

Thank you.

(BUSY CHATTER)

♪ ♪

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(FRANTIC ARGUING)

- Meaghan.
- Richard.

How have you been keeping?

- What's up?
- Excuse me?

Whenever you ask that question,
something's always up.

Ah, I'm not that transparent,
am I?

I can see right through you
to the other side.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

All right. You got me.

(KEYS CLACKING)

Richard Hawes offered me
Chair of Ethics.

Uh, just now?

I was on my way back
from the bathroom.

(SCOFFS)
But what about Peterson?

- Stepping aside.
- Wow.

Well, I suppose,
congratulations.

Don't sound too excited.

You always wanted a chair.

Make my father proud,
if he was still talking to me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'll be honest, I was flattered.

A reward for my decades
of experience,

my extraordinary track record,
my tenaciousness, my dedication.

But even before
he opened his mouth,

I knew it was
a sweet, fat carrot

he was about to dangle
in front of me.

They tried the stick.
Now it's the carrot.

God, they want me to back off
this whole Mali thing.

So, what are you gonna do?

Gonna think about it.

- Really?
- What?

I don't get to sell out
my principles

like everybody else?

John?

Senator. Been a while.

- How's retirement treating you?
- (SIGHS)

I'm bored out of my brains,
tell you the truth.

I never understood that,
you retiring when you did.

Were you forced out?

- Straight to the point.
- (LAUGHS)

Did you expect anything else?

No, Meaghan.

I wasn't forced out.

Didn't care for the politics.
It's all got so ugly.

Your people poisoned the well.

- My people?
- Your party.

Wish I could disagree with you.

I wanted to ask you
about an operation in Mali.

Two years ago.

Well, then,
invite me to the committee.

About time
I had an outing to the Hill.

Rather not. I'm getting a lot
of pushback on this one.

I can't help you.

You miss it that much,
I'll buy you lunch at Fiola.

Make you feel like
you belong again.

I'll take you up on that,
but I still can't help you.

Nathan Miller ran that op.
Him and Amanda Jones.

You must have been kept
in the loop, surely.

I don't even know
if it was really their show.

Care to expand?

Let's just say they have
so many private contractors

running around the Agency
that sometimes it's hard

to figure out
who is running things.

All I know is that it was being
coordinated out of The Section.

What's that?

That was an Anglo-American setup
over in London.

- It's shuttered now.
- How come I never heard of it?

Because it was
outside your reach.

Maybe that's why they used it.

(BUSY CHATTER)

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♪ ♪

I met a-a little girl today,

and she was about your age.
How old are you?

Nine and a half.
(CHUCKLES)

Nine and a half.
Just making sure.

And guess what she was doing.

I don't know
what she was doing.

Playing the piano.

(CHUCKLES)
Does she play as well as me?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

But she did like to practice.

Daddy, don't start.

Okay.

Are you gonna come
live with us again, Daddy?

I hope so.

Your mother and I
will sort things out.

You promise?

Well, I-I can't promise that,

but I can promise
that I will do my very best.

Okay. How's your day going?

Oh, my day. My day. Let me see.

Uh, it would be better
if you were here.

Tell me about your day.
What did you do?

- Well, Amy talked to me at school.
- (PHONE VIBRATING)

- Really?
- She was just talking about stuff.

- Sweetheart?
- She just said...

Hold on one second.
Don't-don't go anywhere, okay?

Okay.

Joseph.

We found them. Clarke and Toumi.

My men are watching them

- right now.
- That's good news.

Won't be long
before we find the interpreter.

I told you, didn't I?
To leave it to me.

- (PIANO PLAYING GENTLY)
- Yeah, you sure did, Joseph.

You sure did.

I'll call you when we find her.

Yeah, you do that.

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

♪ ♪

Follow them.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hey.

She's at the local
police station.

Do you think she's in there?

Let's go and find out.

(TIRES SCREECH)

♪ ♪

(ENGINE STARTS)

♪ ♪

Where are you taking me?

Jesus, he's gonna
fucking shoot her!

It's okay. I got you.

♪ ♪

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