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I over-kicked. I hyper-extended it.
All civilians are asked to please shelter in place.
- You got my whistle and my stop sign? - Come here. Gimme a kiss.
This boy from... Well, I think from Marathon Sport.
- It was like we were in a trance. - Jesus.
No, like a fuckin' smoothie, you know?
Nobody in the VIP section at all.
- Is it hot? Yeah. - It's fucking hot.
Did you guys see the press conference?
Katherine and his younger brother Dzhokhar.
I gave Mimi O'Brien a citation
I keep seein' this blood. It's, like, everywhere.
until we took the turn onto Boylston.
because we're losing daylight and I have some decisions to make.
If we release the photos now, we have zero control.
Okay, we have movement. We have movement.
Something just exploded at the finish line.
there is a spot reserved for her in Hell.
- All clear. - Clear.
and the help and the information that we've gotten from them...
and he will kiss me again when I see him in Heaven.
We 're clear out here.
They said they're the Marathon bombers...
- All right. - And do as I fucking say, you understand?
- Hey! - Baby...
They gotta find my boy.
- Well, how do you know that number? - I just remember.
There's someone in your boat? Where's the boat?
What are they doin'?
- You're gonna get in the car... - Yes, yes.
Hey!
No, they can't move the body. We've gotta clear them out.
- Nope. - No, sir. No, sir.
- I love you. - I love you.
That's close to martial law.
Emergency operator had trouble understanding him.
- Clear. - Internal paddles.
but he was so sweet and so sad,
we're gonna have to go on a run at some point.
I have...
We shouldn't have put the bombs ground level.
These are pretty clear fucking pictures.
The radio bracket's loose.
"Sahx."
All right.
Okay, go, go!
Back it up three seconds.
You should prepare. Now.
Carol? Pick up the phone! Carol, can you hear me?
It's still not clear enough for facial recognitions.
It's personal.
- It's fried rice? Eggroll? - Yeah. Everything's in there.
I say, "You're welcome." Huh?
And you made me dinner?
All medical personnel to the finish line!
It could be rigged to fuckin' blow! Let's go!
Hey... want me to cuddle with you?
I'm basically a crossing guard, all right?
- Let's run it. - White Hat.
Release the goddamn pictures!
To the Red Sox.
It is great to have you with us for the running of the Boston Marathon.
Harrold! Harrold?
We're gonna handle the interview from here.
I think we need to get air assets from the National Guard.
It's all done. It's cashed out.
What do you mean? Fuckin' come on!
- Can you help us find him? - You leave that to us, okay?
was critically injured, transported to hospital,
- Oh, God... - In the doghouse, huh?
Fuck, Tommy! We've got two fatalities.
I won't... I won't call the police.
He's triple-fucked. One, he steps up and takes it.
Katherine, are there more bombs?
It's politicians and knee-jerk reactions, anti-Muslim backlash...
that we're taking the day off tomorrow.
What's the matter with you guys? You gonna tell that boy's parents
- It's gotta be Crate & Barrel. - Crate & Barrel, anybody?
It's my black Mercedes SUV.
And porn. A lot of fucking porn.
Time to take in what the Boston Marathon is truly about.
- No way. - Why?
- Red "Sahx." - Red "Sahx."
That's the only thing he can't touch.
All businesses in these towns remain closed until further notice.
No way it can ever be entirely preventable.
Don't look at that! Look at me! Look at me!
- Wait, what did you say? - These people, they tell me
Do not say anything. Stay quiet.
- Hey. - What's going on?
- Hey, Sean. - Oh, hey...
And I guarantee these are gonna crash,
you can see waves of runners turning the corner for the final...
- Hey, don't... - Do not move.
Assalam-alaikum.
Motherfucker! You fuckin' piece 'a shit!
There are moments to savor and treasure.
Ready to go?
Wow! What are you feedin' that thing?
I've got a street-block radius.
- That's him right there! Come on! - All right, let's go! Move out!
Repeat. If you see anyone recordin', grab their phones, I don't care who it is!
♪ Forever ♪
Don't worry. We'll find him, sir.
Okay, I'm all about inter-agency cooperation,
It was deeper.
Mr. Flanagan.
Requesting units to investigate.
Give it up! You got nowhere to go! Fuck!
We've seen it before.
Desisa's to the right of your screen...
- Well, I look wack as fuck. - Jahar!
- What you got? What's up? - He's in the boat.
Caucasian, medium build, dark clothing.
your husband is gone.
Let me see your face! Let me see your face!
You met Tamerlan in a bar your sophomore year
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- Yeah. - Right now.