Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

(THE SAFETY DANCE BY
MEN WITHOUT HATS PLAYING)

- ♪ We can dance if we want to ♪
- (LAUGHING)

♪ 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)

(LAUGHING)

Did you finish your chores
like I asked?



(MUSIC STOPS)

Outside, let's go.

You, too.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

Mama.

Come get it, assholes.

(CLUCKS, SQUAWKS)

(LAUGHING)

It's not funny!

Mousa.

(JET ENGINES RUMBLING)

- (EXPLOSIONS)
- (GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)



(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

- (GRUNTS)
- Whoa.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Watch it, shithead.

Asshole.

Dr. Ryan.

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?

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.

(TYPING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes.

Yes, sir.

You can go in now.

Mmm, Jim.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Have a seat.

(BOTH GRUNT)

So how was your leave?

GREER: Long.

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

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Sounds calming.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

How's Jasmine?

I wouldn't know.

I've only seen her once
at her lawyer's.

Oh, sorry. 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.

You know, you'll have reps from, uh,
Treasury and Justice...

No one you'd know.

(SIGHS)

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...

(SIGHS)

And-and Jim?

You know, just so we're clear.

I went to bat for you.

Don't fuck me on this.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

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...

Morning.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm James Greer.

I'm your new group chief.

Oh, shit.

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.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, Jack Ryan. I work Yemen.

I've been monitoring
SWIFT network transactions

in and around Aden.

And...?

JACK: And...

Um...

Well, actually,
in the last few months,

I have red-flagged several
of these transactions

as potentially suspicious.

GREER: 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?

- (MOUTHS)
- JACK: 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... (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,

- 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?

(LAUGHTER)

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.

(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.

- Jesus.
- Shit.

Yeah.

(LAUGHING, SPEAKING ARABIC)

(VEHICLES APPROACHING)

GIRL: Mama...

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Welcome Sheikh Al Radwan.

Go ahead...

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.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

(MEN MURMUR INDISTINCTLY)

We picked up a brother
in Aleppo.

Your husband requested
he stay here with you.

Here?

With us?

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.

Salaam alaikum.

ALEX TREBEK (ON TV): A 1621 treaty
with the Wampanoags

gave the Pilgrims protection

against this tribe
from what's now Rhode Island.

Narragansett.

- (BEEP ON TV)
- That tribe would be the Narragansett.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Lani, start.

LANI: March Madness, $200.

TREBEK: This laundry substance
made possible

the Elizabethan fancy collar...

- Hello?
- 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...
- 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.

TREBEK: Octavian sank the forces
of this man eight ways to Sunday

to win the 31 BC naval
Battle of Actium.

(SIGHS) Mark Antony.

- (BEEP ON TV)
- TREBEK: Octavian beat

Mark Antony.

(RHYTHMIC CLICKING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(RHYTHMIC WHOOSHING,
METRONOME CLICKING)

(WHOOSHING AND CLICKING INTENSIFY)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(SIREN BLARING OUTSIDE)

(GASPS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(INHALES, EXHALES)

(SNIFFS)

(KEYBOARD KEYS CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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?

(SIGHS) 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?

(SIGHS)

(PAPER RUSTLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(MEN SPEAKING ARABIC)

(BIRD HOOTING)

(RADIO STATIC)

Sayiddah.

I brought some tea.

Forgive me.

My Arabic isn't good.

We can speak English.

Like some tea?

Thank you.

JACK: 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.

- (SIGHS)
- Jack.

(TYPING)

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.

(TYPING)

That was awesome.

Was that it?

Yeah.

- Oh.
- Yes.

(TERESA LAUGHS)

(WHISPERING) Good job.

Thank you.

(GIGGLING)

Hold still.

(GIGGLING CONTINUES)

Dinner's ready. Let's go!

Go wash up!

Okay, Momma.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Greer.

Jim?

Pete.

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.

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. (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 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HORN HONKS)

(HORN HONKING)

Bank manager's on the move.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(STARTS ENGINE)

(CLUCKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We got a meet and greet.

Two military-age males, table,

north edge of the market.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Guys, get me some audio on that table.

(POUNDING)

Secret Police.
We need your apartment.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Overwatch is in position.

I have eyes on.

(ARABIC TRANSMITTED
OVER EARPIECES)

(GARBLED TRANSMISSION)

Guys, your audio is fucked.

I can't hear a fucking thing.

Can somebody fix

the goddamn audio?

Do we have a lip reader?

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Jesus Christ, people.

They're Oscar Mike.

I no longer have visual.

What do you want to do?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Send containment
to second intersection.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Excuse me!

I'm lost. Can you help?

- (ZAPPING)
- (GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

Greer.

Hey, Jim. It's Pete Cortwright again.

You're not gonna believe this.

(MID-TEMPO JAZZ PLAYING)

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Let me guess.

Fishing rod?

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.

- 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 appreciate...
- 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.

(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 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.

MAN: 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.
- (BOTTLES TAP)

- Cathy.
- Cathy.

Cathy Mueller?

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...

- (HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
- Boring?

(GUESTS GASP)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Dr. Ryan?

Dr. Ryan?

- WOMAN: What is going on?
- MAN: 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- 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? 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.

(DOOR OPENS)

He asked for water,
but we didn't give him anything.

Good.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MAN CRYING)

Hey, Archie.

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.

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?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

(HELICOPTER PASSING OUTSIDE)

Oh, did y'all want a Fanta?

(PHONE RINGS)

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(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.

(KNOCKS)

(MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(MAN SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

(HELICOPTER PASSES OUTSIDE)

Can I help you with something, sir?

Where do I get something to eat?

(TRUCKS APPROACHING)

WILLIAMS: I know these guys.

Stay put.

SOLDIER: Let's go, to the left.

SOLDIER 2: Yes, sir.

Assalamualaikum.

WILLIAMS: Mualaikumwasalam.

We have four more for you, my friend.

They were killed in drone strike.

(FLIES BUZZING)

You cross off your list.

We have deal, right?

Okay, Monty Hall.

Let's make a deal.

(EXHALES)

Thank you, Corporal. That's all.
(SPEAKS ARABIC)

Go ahead.

It's not poison.

(HELICOPTER PASSES OUTSIDE)

God be with you, my friend.

Yeah, okay.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

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?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(HEAVY DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING)

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.

(ENGINE REVS)

Oh, shit!

(WILLIAMS PANTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING)

(SIREN BLARING)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(EXPLOSION,
SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(GUN COCKS)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(CRYING)

Back in the room, behind the door.

Post.

- (GUNFIRE)
- (MEN SHOUTING)

(SOLDIER SHOUTING)

SOLDIER 2: Get him out of there!

- I got you, bro.
- Fuck!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(SHOUTING)

Incoming!

Fuckers got the generator!

We need to secure the front gate!

You two, on me!

Come on, let's go!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

Drop it.

I said drop it.

(SNIFFS)

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Move.

No. The other one.

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Fuck!

We need armor!

Let's get to the APC!

- Yeah!
- We need cover fire!

ALI: Where is he?

Watch out behind the door!

Run!

(GRUNTS)

Get up!

Lay down cover fire!

Move to the APC!

(BOTH PANTING)

Shoot me.

I drop this and we all die.

He's bluffing.

No.

No. I'm not.

Don't shoot.

Get the keys from the soldier.

(COUGHS)

Move to the door.

I thought you were an analyst.

I thought you were a bodyguard.

It's you.

Suleiman.

(GRENADE CLICKS)

(WHEEZES)

(DISTORTED SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(EARS RINGING)

(LABORED BREATHING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

(ALI SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

(STRAINING)

(SHOUTING)

(SIZZLING)

(CRYING)