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JACK, HANK IS BEING HELD AT AN ARCHAEOLOGICAL DIG SITE
16 MILES NORTH OF YOUR CURRENT POSITION.
HOPEFULLY, THE UNSUB IS THERE, TOO.
I'M SENDING COORDINATES TO THE S.U.V.'s NAV NOW.
HOW ARE SIMMONS AND MAE DOING IDENTIFYING THE LAST TARGET?
WELL, YOUR BLUFF WORKED.
THE DEPUTY MINISTER I.D.'d THE LAST PERSON IN THE PHOTO.
WE LOCATED HIM IN A MOSQUE.
SIMMONS AND MAE ARE ON THEIR WAY NOW.
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[ SPEAKING ARABIC ]
[ METAL CLINKS ]
[ COUGHING ]
[ LOCK RATTLES ]
HELP ME!
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
[ SCREAMING, POUNDING ]
STOP!
[ SCREAMING CONTINUES ]
STOP!
NEITH.
WE CAN HELP YOU.
YOU CANNOT HELP ME.
JUST LIKE NO ONE COULD HELP JABIR.
HE WAS AN ARTIST, UNTIL HE MET HANK,
WHO TOLD HIM HE COULD CHANGE THE WORLD WITH HIS PICTURES.
HANK WAS ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOUR HUSBAND.
INSTEAD, HE DOOMED HIM.
JABIR WAS FOLLOWING HANK AND HIS FRIENDS,
WHEN MUBARAK'S THUGS SHOT, STABBED, AND GASSED THEM,
LIKE THEY WERE NOTHING.
I KNOW. I KNOW.
WHAT THEY DID TO THOSE PROTESTERS WAS HORRIBLE.
JABIR WAS NEVER THE SAME.
ALWAYS THERE...
BUT NEVER HERE.
AND FOR WHAT?
ARAB SPRING WAS A FAILURE.
ALL IT BROUGHT WAS PAIN AND SUFFERING.
CHANGE TAKES TIME, NEITH.
THERE IS NO MORE TIME.
THINK ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER.
[ Voice breaking ] I AM.
NEITH!
[ CRASH ]