Rabat (Arabic الرباط; Amazigh ⵕⴱⴰⵟ, transliterated ar-Rabāṭ or ar-Ribāṭ or Rbat, literally "Fortified Place"; French Ville de Rabat; Spanish Ciudad de Rabat), is the capital and third largest city of the Kingdom of Morocco with a population of approximately 650,000 (2010). It is also the capital of the Rabat-Salé-Zemmour-Zaer region.
The city is located on the Atlantic Ocean at the mouth of the river Bou Regreg. On the facing shore of the river lies Salé, the city's main commuter town. Together with Temara the cities account for a combined metropolitan population of 1.8 million. Silting problems have diminished the Rabat's role as a port; however, Rabat and Salé still maintain important textile, food processing and construction industries. In addition, tourism and the presence of all foreign embassies in Morocco serve to make Rabat one of the most important cities in the country. Controversy surrounds sweatshop labour by major multinational corporations in the area (see Salé).
Rabat is accessible by train through the ONCF system and by plane through the nearby Rabat-Salé Airport.
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Misty Cornwell: I'm not even from Mejair and they have the gall to throw me in prison! I can't believe I have a record now.
Buzem A. Calessa: I think you've done more than enough to prove the existence of Hibiki Tokai.
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Plot
Ricky Santoro is a flamboyant and corrupt Atlantic City cop with a dream: become so well connected that he can become mayor. In lieu of that, he'll settle for keeping his comfortable lifestyle. On the night of the heavyweight boxing championship, Rick becomes mixed up in the assassination of the Secretary of Defense, an assassination involving his best friend. Becoming the investigating officer in the case, Rick soon uncovers a conspiracy to kill the Secretary and a mysterious woman in white. The conspiracy was shocking, but not half as shocking as the identity of its mastermind.
Keywords: american-flag, animal-in-title, arena, assassination, atlantic-city-new-jersey, audience, bare-chested-male, beating, betrayal, blood-spatter
Believe Everything Except Your Eyes
Watch Closely
Now you see it. Now you don't.
He's got 14,000 eyewitnesses and no one saw a thing.
Seeing is Deceiving
Julia: Look, I'm sorry.::Rick Santoro: Who gives a shit if you're sorry?::Julia: What are you mad at me for?::Rick Santoro: Because I didn't have to know! You decided to have this problem, not me! My world would've gone on turning just fine, but now, either way I look, I have to do something that I don't wanna do. Do you I understand, I do not wanna do this!
Rick Santoro: Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. You were a number cruncher. Just crunch the goddamn numbers.
Rick: I'm betting that the redhead you followed is the same person who told Tyler to throw the fight. She's one. Shooter's two. Tyler's three. The drunk who shouted the signal is four and whoever was on the other end of that radio is five. Five people make a conspiracy, right?
Kevin Dunne: Terri likes to talk to me during sex. Last night she called me from the hotel.
'Ricky' Santoro: It isn't lying! You just tell them what you did right, and you leave out the rest!
Commander Kevin Dunne: How's Angela?::'Ricky' Santoro: Fat, fabulous, fantastic - I love her.::Commander Kevin Dunne: How's the other one - what's her name? Candy?::'Ricky' Santoro: Oh, Monique? Skinny, mean, expensive - I *LOVE* her!
[Points at the bodyguard's hand on his arm]::'Ricky' Santoro: See where your hand is? That's a felony.
Rick: This is fight night and I am the king.
Kevin Dunne: Don't give me that wounded look. You haven't got the face for it.
Kevin Dunne: [after Rick is pummeled by Tyler] Sounds like three broken ribs to me. What is this? A heroic stand? You're the wrong guy for it, Rick. You'll be all alone in the spotlight. And guys like you can't stand up to that light. You'll burn up under it. The press starts looking for dirt on you - and they will - it will be a mudslide. Forget about your job, your sweet life in Margate. Start thinking about jail! Your girlfriend will be gone, too, at the first sign of trouble but not before she has a little chat with Angela so say good-bye to your wife too! Twice a month with Michael won't be so bad, if you can get him to spend the night in your shitty apartment! You will lose it all, my friend - everything! And your whole connected life will fall the hell apart. Is that what you want? All you have to do is be consistent for God's sake. Do what you always do: Take the money! You want to be a hero? You want to do something for your country? Then tell me where the girl is! [Rick, wounded and bleeding, smiles and spits blood onto Dunne's medals]