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Mama.

Mousa.

Whoa.

Watch it, shithead.

Asshole.

Dr. Ryan.

Tough loss for your O's
last night.

Could be worse, Harold.

Could be a Mets fan.

So let's make sure we get
them in by Thursday.

Are we on Yemeni time
this morning, Dr. Ryan?

No, ma'am.

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.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

You can go in now.

Mmm, Jim.

Have a seat.

So...

how was your leave?

Long.

I took a boat out to Nags Head.
Did some fishing.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Sounds calming.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

How's Jasmine?

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.

Hmm.

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.

Mmm.

Now...

Oh, and-and Jim?

You know, just so we're clear.

I went to bat for you.

Don't fuck 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?

OSC should have
it up online, and...

Morning.

I'm James Greer.

I'm your new group chief.

Oh, shit.

He was chief of station
in Karachi.

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.

And...?

And...

Um...

Well, actually,
in the last few months,

I have red-flagged several
of these transactions

as potentially suspicious.

Suspicious?

How so?

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?

Um,

it is my theory

that the individual
behind these transactions

could be a high-level target.

Hmm.

Which one?

Well, now, that I'm not...

- 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, so...

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.

Wow.

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.

Mm-hmm.

That's why I've actually written
a custom SQL query--

Next.

Uh...

hi.

I'm Patrick. I cover Syria.

SQL query. Seriously?

You went there, Ryan?

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.

- Jesus.
- Shit.

Yeah.

Mama...

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

- Salaam alaikum.
- Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Salaam alaikum.

A 1621 treaty with the Wampanoags

gave the Pilgrims protection

against this tribe
from what's now Rhode Island.

Narragansett.

- -That tribe
would be the Narragansett.

Lani, start.

March Madness, $200.

This laundry
substance made possible

the Elizabethan fancy collar...

- Hello?
- Jack! How are you?

Hey, Joe.

It's been what, four years?

Uh... five, I think.

I didn't wake you, did I?

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.

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...

Jack...

I'm not asking you
as your former boss.

I'm asking you as a friend.

- Yeah.
- Great.

Drop by around 1:00.
See you then.

Sounds good.

Octavian sank the forces
of this man eight ways to Sunday

to win the 31 BC naval
battle of Actium.

Mark Antony.

Octavian beat

Mark Antony.

Hey, Jack...

got you a Danish.
It's blueberry.

Oh, thanks, Teresa.

- And a... coffee?
- Yes.

Hold on one second.
Thank you.

Sir, do you have a minute?

For you, Bright Boy, I got five.

Come in.

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.

Okay.

So...

six SWIFT transactions have come
through in the last eight days.

They total over $9 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.

"He"?

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 20 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?

S...

Sir?

9/11 cost
half a million dollars.

If he is real, what do you think
he can do with 20 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?

Sayiddah.

We can speak English.

Like some tea?

Thank you.

He's hesitating
because he's scared.

Scared? Greer?

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.

Okay?

That's--

Treasury. I know.

Jack.

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?
- Yeah.

It's fine.

Okay, let's do it.

That was awesome.

Was that it?

Yeah.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Good job.

Thank you.

Greer.

Jim?

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.

Oh.

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.

- Jim?
- I'll call you right back.

Ryan. My office. Now.

Shut the door.

I told you to stand
the fuck down,

and you went behind my back
and froze that account.

That was Treasury's call.

Oh, bullshit!

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 shit.

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 fuck

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 $9 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.

Yeah.

Or we could've just watched
the front door of the bank

while they walked out,
pulled off the next 9/11,

and we didn't do a thing.

Get the fuck 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.

Overwatch is in position.

I have eyes on.

Guys, your audio is fucked.

I can't hear a fucking 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?

Fuck 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.

Greer.

Hey, Jim.
It's Pete Cortwright again.

You're not gonna believe this.

Let me guess.

Fishing rod?

Happy birthday, Joe.

How you doing, Jack?

- You look good. Fit.
- Thank you.

So, "just a few friends," huh?

Well, maybe
I undersold it by a tiny bit.

- Yeah.
- Drink?

- Sure.
- Ah.

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--

No, no, no, it's
not what you think.

I'm managing a new fund

with potential investors
out of South Korea.

Very aggressive.

Joe...

I left Wall Street for a reason.

- I'm not coming back.
- I'm not asking you

to come back.

I'm asking what
the State Department

is saying about North Korea.

Am I gonna get fucked here?

Jesus, Joe.

Yeah, that's why I couldn't
talk on the phone.

Whoa.

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.

Joe...

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.

Joe.

- Gordie!
- 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.

Uh...

- 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?

Fair enough.

I'm Jack.

Cathy.

Cathy.

Cathy Mueller?

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?

Washington Memorial.

I specialize
in infectious diseases.

Wow. That sounds...

Disgusting?

A little bit.

And what about you?

State Department.

I run, uh,
supply chain logistics

for the Western Hemisphere.

That sounds...

Boring?

Dr. Ryan?

Dr. Ryan?

- What is going on?
- No idea.

Dr. Ryan?

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.
- Yeah.

- 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.

Suleiman?

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 shit,

so I need you there to make sure
they know what questions to ask.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What? N-No.

You-- I can't go to Yemen.

Why not?

I'm an analyst.

I don't interrogate people;
I write reports.

Well, that's gonna make a doozy.

Get on the fucking plane.

- Thanks for the ride.
- Sir.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Jim. Good to see you, brother.

Matice, this is Dr. Ryan.

- Matice.
- How you doing?

- What you a doctor of?
- Economics.

Cool.

Man, I thought you were
in Pakistan.

No. Back at Langley.

- Headquarters?
- Yeah.

Sorry to hear that, man.

What about you?
What's your story, Doctor?

- Oh, I'm an analyst.
- No shit?

What do you analyze?

Global markets, mostly.

Financial aberrations,
stuff like that.

You got any tips?

- Tips?
- Stocks and shit.

Trying to expand my portfolio.

This is Captain Achmed.

He's gonna be running
the interrogation.

Welcome.

Hey, Archie.

Leave your merit badges
at the door.

This is us.

How y'all like that Toby Keith?

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.

Omar Rahbini.

Saudi.

Bodyguard.

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?

Oh, did y'all want a Fanta?

Same number as the transfers.

Ding, ding, ding.

Looks like we have a winner.

On your feet.
Let's go. Move it.

Where you going?

I've been at this for hours.

I need some air.

Can I help you
with something, sir?

Where do I get something to eat?

I know these guys.

Stay put.

Let's go, to the left.

Yes, sir.

Assalamualaikum.

Mualaikumwasalam.

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.

Go ahead.

It's not poison.

God be with you, my friend.

Yeah, okay.

Get these old boys in the cooler
till the doc can I.D. them.

Earlier, when I mentioned
money transfers,

you looked up.

You understood.

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.

Mm-hmm.

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.

In Lebanon?

Morgue's straight ahead,
that way.

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.

Soufan.

Have you ever heard
the name "Suleiman"?

It's a common name here.

I'm afraid you'll have
to be more specific.

Now what?

20 bucks says
he wants more money.

Oh, shit!

Back in the room,
behind the door.

Post.

Get him out of there!

- I got you, bro.
- Fuck!

Incoming!

Fuckers got the generator!

We need to secure
the front gate!

You two, on me!

Come on, let's go!

Drop it.

I said drop it.

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Move.

No.

The other one.

Fuck!

We need armor!

Let's get to the APC!

- Yeah!
- We need cover fire!

Where is he?

Run!

Lay down cover fire!

Move to the APC!

Shoot me.

I drop this and we all die.

No.

I thought you were an analyst.

I thought you were a bodyguard.

It's you.

Suleiman.