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