All language subtitles for Ghosts.of.Beirut.S01E02_EngCP

Good evening.

This is ABC's
World News Tonight.

Frank Reynolds is sick tonight.
I'm David Brinkley.

In Beirut, Lebanon, today

a pickup truck

loaded with explosives

drove up
to the American embassy,

and there was
a tremendous explosion

during the lunch hour.

Just after one o'clock,
maybe 1:05, I hear "Boom!"

The loudest explosion
I'd ever heard in Beirut.

The explosion

at five minutes past 1:00
this afternoon

devastated the embassy.

At this late hour,

we are told that more than
40 people are dead,

between 80 and 100 wounded.

Americans and Lebanese.

Run back to the embassy,

and the facade
of this beautiful embassy...

I've described it
as being, like,

looking at a human face

that had had
the skin ripped away,

so that you just saw
bones and blood.

Oh, it was wipeout time.

It was terrible.

I remember sitting
at my desk at headquarters,

and somebody called me and said,
"Bob Ames has been killed.

The embassy's been bombed."

This criminal attack
on a diplomatic establishment

will not deter us from our goals

of peace in the region.

We're pretty vulnerable here.

Nobody was aware of truck bombs
in those days, really,

you get right down to it.

No one had really seen
suicide before.

In other words,

they're playing by rules
that we aren't.

This was a new phenomenon.

Who's doing this?

Mister?

Okay, good.

What'd you do, swim?

The flight was delayed.

Never connect through Rome.

I'm Steve.

Chet.

Welcome to Beirut, Chet.

What, are we across
the Green Line?

Skirted round it.

Did you put your hand up
for this shit show?

Yep. I asked to come here.

What, you like civil wars?

I was bored out of
my fucking mind in Khartoum.

Plus, I knew Ames.

True believer, huh?

Good for you.

Open up!

- This is us?
- Yeah.

Belonged to the Brits.
They took pity on us.

Jesus.

Mind your head.

All right.

Kitchen.

Yeah.

I was on leave when it happened.

- You came through Cyprus?
- Rome.

Try Cyprus next time.

Thirty minutes and a world away.

This is you.

You think Buckley
is gonna read this?

Listen, Buckley's
a little different, okay?

He never trained
at the Farm, so...

Ah. You must be Chet Riley.

- Yeah.
- They say you speak Arabic.

- A little.
- A little or a lot?

- A lot.
- Ah. I hate languages.

Well, this is all
we've got, boys.

I asked Langley for more,
but go figure.

Welcome to Operation Conestoga.

We're here to find the assholes

that killed
our brothers and sisters.

Ames had a hunch about lran.

Some, uh, camp
near the Syrian border.

Iran? Why would they be here?

I mean, they're Persian,
not Arab.

Thanks, Professor.
We all know that.

I know. Just... I was saying
it doesn't make sense.

Well, nothing makes sense
around here.

All right.

I got a meeting
with a Shia leader

who thinks he's our best friend.
His name is...

Nabih Berri, from Amal.

You're gonna be my translator.

Better get cleaned up.
You're coming with me.

All right, let's do this.

Bill was a unique character.

He was a...

He was a soldier of fortune,
I think,

in the old school sense.

His job was
to try to sort things out

on the ground in Lebanon.

Build something
out of the ashes.

I read your file.

Army grunt, huh?

I enlisted, took a test.

Turns out
I was good at languages.

Next thing you know,
I'm at the Farm.

Just watch out
for the Ivy Leaguers.

- You were Special Forces?
- 5th Group.

Then I went to the Agency.

Sounded good at the time.

Egypt, Saudi.
Kicking around, you know.

Yep.

Oh.

Mr. Buckley.

- Welcome to Lebanon.
- Thank you.

How can I be of assistance?

- Mr. Berri...
- Please, call me Nabih.

Or more simply, Abu Hassan.

Okay.

Mr. Abu Hassan,

we're trying to figure out
who bombed our embassy.

America has many enemies.

I know that.

What about that group of Shia
working out of Iran?

I will tell you
what I told Robert Ames.

This group is nothing.

Too small and weak.

Well, Ames is dead,
maybe because he believed you.

Have a seat, please.

Sure.

Thank you.

Have you heard
about Sheikh Fadlallah?

Mm-mm. No.

They say
he is their spiritual leader.

Their imam.

We do have a source
who may know something.

We can ask him.

I'd like to ask
your source myself.

That will not be possible.

How's your wife liking Dearborn?

Lila.

Do your kids have
their passports yet,

or are they
still using green cards?

You have
a green card too, right?

Those things come up for renewal
at the strangest times.

He told a joke
when I went inside.

What was it?

He, uh...

Uh, he said
you look like a penguin.

That's a good one.

I got a job for you.

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up...

Okay, here's a 50K transfer

through Sierra Leone.

What, is this
the same trading company?

Mm-mm. Diamonds this time.

- These guys are good.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you mind?

No. Suit yourself.

Thank you.

She call me a penguin, too?

You really wanna know?

Look, I know
you really admired Ames.

But we're very different.

Yeah, he was a good man
who believed in people.

Okay. Listen to you.

You got a family?

I've been in the field too long.

Only you. Alone.

- Yeah.
- It's all right.

I hear you have some information
about the embassy.

If anyone sees me here,
I'm done.

- You understand?
- Yes.

Whoa. Slowly.

It's just my fucking cigarettes.

What's wrong with you?

If you have something to say,

now would be the time to say it.

I'll make it worth your while.

They call themselves
Islamic Jihad.

I know that. I need
the name of their leader.

- He's a ghost.
- Give me a break.

Hey, listen, I'm a businessman,
okay? And I love my country.

And I hate to see what these
fanatics want to turn it into.

I need specifics.

Okay. Two more trucks
are already here in Beirut.

They will come for your embassy,

the one you share
with the British,

very soon.

Anything else?

Mm. Yeah.

The man you want,
they call him Radwan.

Hajj Radwan.

How do you know all this?

I sold them the explosives.

The guy's got burn notice
written all over him.

Write him up. Code name Alpha.

Our first source in New Lebanon.

And warn the embassies.
We gotta find those trucks.

You sure?
I mean, it's a big fucking city.

Uh, can the Marines
help us look?

Yeah, there's an Arabic word

for getting them
out of their comfy barracks.

Even I know that one.

Inshallah.

As in never.

No, we're on our own.

- You gonna offer me a ride?
- No.

Go back inside, have some fun.

See you bright and early.

Uh...

All right, take south Beirut.

You two, take the west of town.

Chet and I'll take the Corniche
and warehouse districts.

Find 'em!

7:00 a.m. again, boss.

You wanna switch that up?

Fuck off.

What are you gonna do?

Haidar.

Did this Alpha
Boy Scout you recruited

give us a fucking clue, or what?

I didn't recruit him.

Two trucks somewhere in Beirut,
targeting the embassy.

Ah. That's...

That's great intel.

It's a shitty building anyway.
They can blow it up.

We'll just give it back
to the Brits.

- There.
- Yeah, yeah.

Out the way, out the way!

Move, move, move, move!

These wogs all look
the same to me.

Come on. That doesn't help.

Don't go native on us, Chet.

Hey, uh, boss.

Yeah, we've been everywhere.
Nothing.

I see.

What about the others?

We found two vegetable trucks,
a garbage truck

and one full of junk
and searched them all.

Alpha might've been playing us.

Maybe.

But the embassy
looks like a fortress.

We've warned the Marines
and our allies.

Go home, get some rest.

We can keep going.

I said get some rest, right?

Okay. Copy that.

He said to call it a night.

Really?

He said, "Get some rest."

- He's an odd one.
- Tell me about it.

You know, uh,
he's dating a recruit

back at the Farm,

twenty-five years old.

Apparently, he really likes her,

along with
a couple dozen others.

- Buckley? Really?
- Yup.

You know,
I don't know what's worse.

Being single here

or thinking
about your girlfriend

fucking someone else back home.

You got someone?

Yeah.

Serious?

Pretty serious.

Why the fuck are you here?

Thought
I could make a difference.

Oh.

Another true believer, huh?

Up, up!

Oh, fuck.

That's not the embassy.

It's not even fucking close.

The search goes on
for more victims

in today's murderous attacks
on the Marine headquarters,

and a building
housing French troops.

Between 250 and 300 Americans

were in the building
when the suicide bomber struck.

As snipers
distracted the guards,

a man in a truck laden with
2,000 pounds of explosives

raced toward his target.

It was just

after 9:30 in Kuwait
this morning

when a truck
loaded with explosives

crashed through the gates
of the US embassy compound

and blew up.

Within two hours,
another five bombs went off

in sites all over Kuwait.

The bombs apparently hidden
in booby-trapped cars.

Who is responsible?

A radical terrorist group
called Islamic Jihad,

or Islamic Holy War,
has claimed credit.

It's the
same group which earlier said

it blew up the American embassy
in Beirut

and the Marine headquarters
in Lebanon.

The White House
is under new pressure

to justify the presence
of American peacekeepers

on the ground in Lebanon.

There was nothing else
we could do.

Six bombs, all in minutes.

Who the fuck are these guys?

Hey, boss wants
everyone downstairs.

Gentlemen.

I just got a call
from Director Casey.

Apparently, the White House
is done with Lebanon.

The Marines, the battleships,
everyone's pulling out.

So the message is
hit America hard,

and then we just
fucking cut and run?

Seems like.

And don't think
the bad guys won't notice.

And what about us?

That's a personal choice.

I won't force anyone to stay.

Appreciate it.

Let's get back to work.

President Reagan tonight

ordered a phased pullback
of American Marines

from their positions
around the Beirut airport.

That announcement
came this evening

after the Lebanese forces
backed by the United States

took a terrible beating today.

The Marines will be...

Thanks for everything.

Chet.

Listen.

I've been around long enough

to recognize a sinking ship
when I see one.

Especially when
I'm standing on deck.

You do not want this stain
on your record.

I can find this guy.

Well, you're even more stupid
than I thought.

Yeah.

The guys who hit Kuwait.
Found them. Seventeen of them.

Including one guy from Lebanon.
Let's go.

Mustafa Badreddine
had traveled out to Kuwait,

did a bombing there
and was captured.

An American professor at the
American University of Beirut

was kidnapped as he was coming
from Beirut airport.

Another American
has been kidnapped in Beirut.

All this awful stuff going on,

and it just creates a situation,

an atmosphere, an aura
of why are we here?

What's the point?

So many of these kidnappings

that take place
in the late 1980s,

are all conducted
because Mughniyeh

is trying to free
his brother-in-law.

What do you got?

This lslamic Jihad group

is demanding that we release
Mustafa Badreddine,

who's the guy in jail in Kuwait,

in return
for some of these hostages.

Who the hell
is Mustafa Badreddine?

We don't know.

Can we get to him in Kuwait?

Well, Kuwaitis won't help.
They'll probably kill him.

Was he with those assholes

you saw hanging out
at that mosque?

Half of south Beirut
hangs out at that mosque.

Time to talk to Alpha.

All right.
I'm gonna ask you again.

Who is Radwan?

Is he Mustafa Badreddine?

Mustafa? No, that's not him.

It's okay.

I'm here to help you.

They call him Abu Dukhan,

father of the smoke,
because he disappears.

Father of the smoke? Really?

Let's just hand him
to the Israelis.

Come on, guys. Really?

We need a real name, okay?

Can you do that for us?

- Give me a real name?
- Fuck.

Come on.
Think about your own future.

Imad.

Imad Mughniyeh.

Mughniyeh? How old is he?
Where's he from?

- I don't know.
- Who's he work for?

Can I have my money now?

I think you want
more than money, don't you?

Who's he working for?

Fadlallah? lran? Why hit Kuwait?

I don't fucking know.
I never saw him.

No one saw him.

You've never seen...
No one's seen him?

Come on.

If you've got something
to offer, now's the time.

They say he wants to lead

the Shia of Lebanon.

Begin our revolution.

I mean, who can blame him?

We need a revolution.

But not that kind.

You would do it
differently, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

I'll choose my friends
more carefully.

Where is he?
Where can we find him?

Honestly, guys, I swear,
I told you everything I know.

Okay. Okay.

I don't trust him.

Check that name.

All right, I checked everything.

Marriage certificates,

school records,
birth certificates.

There's nothing on the name
Imad Mughniyeh.

I mean, the fucking name
doesn't exist.

Fuck. I knew Alpha was lying.

Okay, that's what I thought.

But then I had this guy
at the passport office

pull photos from an old archive
in a warehouse,

just on a hunch.

That's our guy.

Kid from the slums,
maybe five years ago.

That's our guy.

So what, is he, like, 20 now?

Yeah.

Now we know
who's fucking us. What a relief.

Right. So we track him down.

With our manpower,
that could take ages.

No offense.

Listen, Bill,

you got to vary your routine
or something.

You can't keep dressing like
an ad man on Madison Avenue.

What are you, my ex-wife?

Or your 25-year-old girlfriend.

You know about that?

We were hoping
to keep that as a secret

since she's also in the Agency.

You have someone you like?

No.

Well, you should.

I'm gonna call it a night.
You take it easy, brother.

- Morning.
- Hey.

Uh, you seen the boss?

Have you heard from him?
It's after 7:00.

Is he not in his office?

I don't think so.

Bill.

Yes, sir.
Sat phone, contacts.

All our assets are lost.

Jesus Christ.

Well, did you warn the assets?

Some.

We think this is lslamic Jihad.

Who the hell's that?
Who the hell is this?

It's, uh...
It's Chet Riley.

He's a case officer.

All right.

Case Officer, we got any light
inside this group?

Yes, we have Alpha.

Who's Alpha?

He's a source.

He could be playing us.
We don't know.

He gave us the name for Radwan.

Radwan? Who's Radwan?

The leader of this group,
we think.

Okay. What's the name?

Imad Mughniyeh.

He probably hit our embassy,
the Marines, Kuwait.

I think it's safe to assume
he has Buckley, too.

- What's his name?
- Imad Mughniyeh.

Twenty-one years old.

God damn it.

What, I'm supposed
to tell the President

some punk kid
has our station chief?

Huh?

He's gonna ask me
how long Buckley can hold out.

He's sentimental that way.

Bill's a Green Beret, sir.

He'll hold out
as long as he can.

All right.

Let me know
if you hear anything.

Understand, Case Officer?

Yes, sir.

Uh, sir, one more thing.

We have intercepts here
that tie back to Iran.

It's possible they're pulling
the strings on all of this.

Just find Buckley.

Sorry.
This is all we have.

Radwan.

I need you to tell me
about Kuwait 17.

I know you have
Mustafa Badreddine.

No.

No. The Kuwaitis have him.

Come on.

You're CIA.

Eat.

You'll be here for a long time,

Mr. William Francis Buckley.

Okay.

What's your name?

I'm not making a tape.

I want your friends to know

that I have your, uh,
CIA briefcase,

your special phone,

and I have you.

So talk.

No.

Hey, guys, you good?

- Hey.
- Yeah.

I have something for you.

Proof of life.

This is Buckley?

Where'd you get this?

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

Where'd you get the tape?

Guys.

He trusted you.
You understand that?

Come on, man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- He trusted you.
- Back off, back off.

I'm just a fucking messenger.
What's wrong with you?

- I'm here to help.
- All right.

I understand that.

I just need you to tell me
where the fuck he is.

- Yeah, I get it.
- Yeah. Is he at Baalbek?

- Where is he?
- Don't fucking touch me.

You know what? Watch the tape.
It's very entertaining.

Watch it.

Jesus, Chet.

Keep going like that.

You'll get
fucking Buckley in pieces!

I asked you,
where the fuck is he?

Fuck you!

Damn it, Chet! Back off.

They had broken the CIA,

not only with
the Marine Corps bombing...

The Marines,
United States Marines.

And now they've got
a station chief.

Buckley was tortured
horribly by them.

There were videos
that were sent back.

They took an electric drill
to joints.

And you don't forget that.

You're breathless

when you see that
for the first time.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I hadn't done that
in a while. Sorry.

I'm good.

My name is
William Francis Buckley.

I work for the CIA.

God damn it.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Is anyone there?

Yeah, it's Dewey.

Jesus Christ, Chet.

Sir, I need to go to Baalbek.

There's a very good chance
Buckley's there

in that lranian training camp.

No, you're gonna stand down.

That's far too risky.

How the fuck do you propose
I get him out, sir?

I'll get back to you.

The group
that claimed responsibility

for the bombings
of the US embassies

and the Marine base
recently announced

that it's holding
all five kidnapped Americans.

And it...

I'm going to Baalbek.

You can't.

Fuck it. Are you coming?

- Who you talking to?
- No one.

Damn it.
Yeah, Dewey, he's going.

There's gonna be
a crossroads up ahead.

We're gonna go left.

It's where the ruins are.

Okay. Here.

Yeah, but we're going left.

That way is closed.

Up ahead is better.

I understand,
but the ruins are to the left.

Let's take the left.

Yeah, I know,
but we take this way.

Mister.

Mister.

Please. Not...

I don't want problems.

Mister! Mister, please.

Mister.

Please, back to the car.

Yeah, yeah.

Mister, please.
Please, mister.

Please, back to the car.

You can ask him
anything you want.

About the CIA, lran.

Whatever.

Thank you.

I told you not to go.

For fuck's sake,
I'm telling you Buckley's there.

You think or you know?

Give me a Delta Force team,
and I'll prove it to you.

Come on.

Chet...
we all love Buckley.

But you're too involved in this.
We need you to step back.

We. Okay. Who's "we"?

Counter-Terrorism Center.

CTC.

It's a new division.

Steve works for me now,
and our focus is Islamic Jihad.

- It's not Iran.
- They're the same.

Do you understand that?
Same thing.

Asgari and Pur,
Syrian ambassador,

setting up something new,

tip of the spear
of the revolution.

This is money, banks,

direct support
for the operation.

I think these guys may have even
interrogated Buckley themselves.

Stop, Chet. Stop it.

You yourself
have been telling me

this is all Imad Mughniyeh,
this Radwan.

Yeah, it is.

But he's working
for these guys somehow.

It's an lranian op.

Jesus Christ.
Iran is not your concern.

What is your concern is Lebanon.

And you can start by telling me
about the mosque in Beirut.

What's the name of the, uh...
the Imam?

Fadlallah. Sayed Muhamad
Hussein Fadlallah.

No, Fadlallah is not Iran.
It's complicated.

This is a Counter-Terrorism
matter now.

Jesus Christ!

It's the CTC.

Maybe it's not the best division
for you after all.

But enjoy Cyprus.

Sorry, brother.

Thank you.

Where is everyone?

With Dewey, I think.

Dewey is here in Beirut?

I'm sorry.

We are in position.

Yeah, Chet Riley,
Beirut Station.

I need the Director on the line.

I have Field Officer Chet Riley

on the line for you, sir.

Case Officer, you're really
not supposed to call here.

Sir, this cannot happen.

We cannot have this happen.

It's gonna backfire on Buckley,
on all of us.

- It's him.
- Mm.

Thirty seconds.

Uh, let's proceed.

It's time to go.

Haidar!

Haidar!

Haidar!

Haidar!