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Has there been any word
on an American woman, Deborah Fletcher?

When people use my religion
to justify this shit, it affects me.

Don't tell me, you have to leave?

I'm sorry.

I know your feelings
about church are complicated.

Would you ever consider
taking communion again?

It's about future intention,
not past sin.

Write down the number you called
after the bomb went off!

Write down the number!

Number he called after the bombing.

This motherfucker bin Laden
isn't kidding around.

- That's why we have to act now.
- Let's do it.

You got talked into bullshit
by Tenet and Schmidt,

who don't give a shit about my people,
and what we're doing over there.

- It was the President's call.
- "Bin Laden's laid a trap,

"and we're walking right in
and nibbling the cheese."

He wants to go to war.

President
Omar al-Bashir lashed out at the US,

describing last week's missile attack
on a Khartoum factory as an ugly crime.

Al-Bashir said US President Bill Clinton
was a war criminal of the first degree,

and blamed
American intelligence services

for supplying him
with false information.

He reasserted Sudan's claim

that the destroyed factory was involved
solely in the manufacture of medicines.

Anti-US protests continue
on the streets of Khartoum.

In Cairo,
the Arab League unanimously condemned

the US strike on Khartoum,

describing it as a flagrant violation
of international law.

This was a pharmaceutical...

It was here for the production of
medicines for the treatment of humans,

and veterinary medicines
for the treatment of animals,

and certainly, it was not at any stage,

being used for the production
of any agent they say

used in the manufacture
of chemical weapons.

The Sudanese government has
asked for an inspection team,

and it is now waiting to see
that it gets one. Leon.

You've been flagged
for recent expense patterns.

Last week alone, you submitted
three separate receipts from Elaine's,

the sum of which
nearly exceeded your monthly allotment.

Look, it's not like I'm renting
party buses heading to Foxwoods.

I'm having dinner and drinks
with important people.

But the Bureau simply can't cover
what you're spending.

Also, you happen to be in serious debt.

Are you going through
my fuckin' credit cards?

Huh?

- How long you been with the Bureau?
- Six months.

- What are you, 22, 23?
- Twenty-six.

- Where you from?
- Overland Park, Kansas.

- What's your first name, Nemtusiak?
- Jim.

You saw the footage
of the Embassy bombings, Jim?

The body parts? The rubble?

The blind office workers,
glass blown into their brains?

- It was awful.
- Jim, part of my job

is to host law enforcement agents
from abroad,

so that when we're on their turf,

whether it's Nairobi, Tanzania, London,
what have you, they treat us right.

This is a small, but very,
very important part of what I do.

Sir, I totally understand that, um,

- entertaining...
- Hosting.

I understand that hosting might be a

part of your job,
but with all due respect,

you need to start living
within your means.

As a veteran special agent,
you're no doubt well aware

that unresolvable debt makes you
a target for enemy intelligence.

You need to get on top of it.

During the interrogation
of the Nairobi embassy bomber,

FBI Agent Robert Chesney
was able to obtain

the first number he called
after the explosion.

We passed that phone number to the CIA.

It was the home of Ahmed al-Hada.

Despite sharing our evidence
about the Hada phone with the CIA,

they never returned the favor.

From then on,
the FBI had an impossible time

getting intelligence back
about that phone.

Yeah?

- Hada's phone is tapped.
- Proceed FOV.

Copy that.

Alec Station
was holding back information,

and it was becoming
an unfortunate pattern.

Demonstrators in Islamabad
burned an effigy of Clinton

in condemnation
of the US missile attacks

in nearby Khost, Afghanistan.

Amid widespread protests,

the United States bolstered
security at facilities

in all countries where there are likely
to be sympathizers of bin Laden.

As anti-American feelings escalate
across the world...

Al-Qaeda isn't a normal
enemy force.

You can't just cut the head
off the snake. It's more pervasive.

It's like the mercury theme
in Terminator 2.

Never saw it.

In the movie, the enemy, the T-1000,

which is an android assassin
played by Robert Patrick,

has harnessed
the properties of liquid metal,

which quickly
disperses and reconstitutes.

Therefore, he is
virtually impossible to defeat.

Bin Laden is espousing an ideology
that exists at the cellular level.

Cancer by its most basic definition is
the multiplicity of cells,

- and al-Qaeda is a cancer.
- You're starting to mix your metaphors.

My point is
that al-Qaeda is not gonna be defeated

by simply gunning down the boss.

To them, martyrdom is
the purest kind of poetry.

It's beyond poetry. It's eternity.

Each time we snuff a part of it out,
it will keep resurfacing.

It goes that deep.

Killing bin Laden
is only going to secure

his legend and inspire
more and more martyrs.

So, I got a question.
These so-called martyrs.

They blow themselves to smithereens
in front of our embassies.

Is this 72 virgins thing really what
they're expecting on the other side?

Not merely 72 virgins, boss.

Seventy-two blonde
and redheaded virgins,

with beautiful breasts
and mesmerizing eyes.

Like Swedish girls?

Swedish, German, Irish, Russian.

So, basically,
this is all about international pussy.

Who came up with this horseshit?

It's not from the Quran.

Basically, it's urban legend.

- What do you make of it?
- I think it's preposterous,

and far from the heart of Islam.

"Blow yourself up and win the pussy"
sweepstakes is like consumer fraud,

and, ironically, so fucking American.

Yeah, but it does wonders
for al-Qaeda recruitment.

Your check, gentlemen.

- Bartender put these beers on here?
- He did. Take your time.

- Got it.
- No, no, put...

- Boss, seriously...
- Put... Hey.

Put your fucking money away,
or I'll tear it up. Here.

Save it for a new pair of shoes.

- Why?
- Seriously?

Are they that bad?

What are those,
friggin' cross-trainers?

You look like you ump Little League,
or something.

We gotta set you up with a good pair.
I know a guy.

What do you wear?

These are Bruno Magli.

They judge you by your shoes
quicker than anything else.

You should start out
with a pair of Harrises.

Ferragamo makes a nice loafer, too.

Sir, your card has been declined.

- Really?
- I'm afraid so.

That's all right, I got it.

So, what you're proposing
is that we bomb

a bird hunting expedition
in Afghanistan.

In the desert, approximately
12 miles south of Kandahar.

And this party will
consist of UAE princes,

- unknown members of the Taliban...
- And possibly, bin Laden.

According to our source,
the princes will be arriving

in a C-130 with numerous supplies,

and approximately a dozen 4x4 pickups.

And what are
the pickups there for, exactly?

They're being left as gratuities
for their Taliban hosts.

As soon as bin Laden sets foot
in that camp,

my source will report
to our handler in Pakistan.

I'll have the intel on my desk
within an hour.

You realize there will be allies present
at this bird hunt.

They may be our allies,
but they're cavorting with the enemy.

Martin, we're already dealing
with considerable blowback from Khost.

We don't need
any more questionable targets

that haven't been
thoroughly thought through.

Sir, even if a few princes die,
we can get bin Laden.

- I'm sorry, but can I say something?
- Please.

If we do this,

we might as well send al-Qaeda
bronze bin Laden statues

to erect in front
of all their training camps.

Within days, there will be a million
more recruits, ready to sign up.

Do you even understand
the concept of martyrdom?

Of course. I do.

This isn't a war about one man.

Bin Laden is an ideologue,

not some plutocrat
running a banana republic.

His people actually believe.

It's bin Laden-ism we're up against,
not just bin Laden.

Martin, I have to say
that I agree with John on this one.

You are making a mistake, sir.

You can't even guarantee
that bin Laden will be there.

There's simply too much risk.

Someday, this administration will be
remembered for the risks it didn't take,

and the nerve it didn't have.

What are we gonna say
to the American widows

who want to know what could have
been done to protect their husbands?

Does your unit at Alec Station have

any other intel
that I-49 should know about?

Anything from that phone number
we gave you?

You're getting everything we're getting.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

My last confession was...
Well, it was quite a while ago.

- How long are we talking about?
- I'm afraid, it's been years.

Okay, then.

May the Lord be in your heart,

and help you to confess
your sins with true sorrow.

Father, the truth is,
I'm in sort of a bind.

I'm married, but I'm in love
with another woman.

She's actually a member of your church.

You're Liz Egan's friend.

- I am.
- Did she send you to me?

She did. I told her I wanted
to start taking communion again.

She advised that I come talk to you.

But the truth is,
you're actually more than friends,

and she isn't aware
of your current situation,

and you're here, looking for advice.

That's correct, Father.

Well, you'd better tell her
the truth about your wife.

I've known Liz a long time.

I served that girl her first communion.

Honesty is everything to her.

I plan on telling her very soon,

but first, I need to get out
of my marriage with minimal damage.

My current wife is
extremely devoted to her faith,

and I'm seeing her for dinner this week.
I was hoping we could start a dialogue.

I'm afraid,
divorce in the Catholic Church

doesn't occur without consequence.

And annulling a marriage is
a long and difficult process.

And perhaps, the single
most important aspect of this process

is that it needs to be mutual.

Here, we have
a 13th century illustration

from the Book of Games.

A Christian and a Muslim playing chess.

It's a game of strategy modeled on war.

You can play it fast.
You can play it slow.

A single game can last for days.

The game of chess originated in India,

and made its way to Europe by way
of Islamic and Byzantine transmission

by the 11th century.

In literature, there's strong evidence

of Muslim influence
in Christian masterworks.

Those are
the Gancio Bit loafers by Ferragamo.

The finest black patent leather.
Would you like to try them on?

- How much?
- Those are currently on sale for $425.

And six calls into Kuala Lumpur.

Who the hell is this Ahmed al-Hada?

And why is he getting all these calls?

They're coming in
from Afghanistan. Pakistan. Malaysia.

Is this guy at the level of UBL?

He obviously has some kind of power.

- How's school?
- School's fine.

No, no, I approve. I'm just surprised.

Come make a plate before Mom gets
very, very disappointed.

Hey.

- Hi.
- My brother.

You must be Ali.

- I am. And you are?
- Foziah.

So, you know my sister?

I know your sister and your mother.
I moved to Scranton three years ago.

You have a Lebanese accent.

You have a good ear.

So, what brought you to the States?

Uh, my studies. I'm in nursing school.

Just finished my third semester.

Congratulations. Is it going well?

So far, yes.
Your sister says you live in New York.

In Brooklyn. Have you been?

Last year, during semester break,
I visited for the weekend.

I went ice-skating
in Rockefeller Center,

which was fun, although I fell down
more than all the children.

Mostly just felt like a stupid tourist,
but I would like to someday live there.

Everyone dreams of New York City.

I see you two have finally met.

Willa, stop picking at your green beans.
This isn't an art project.

How's soccer practice?

- All we do is run.
- Well, conditioning's important.

You don't want to run out of gas
late in the second period.

- Half.
- What?

Soccer has two halves.

- Hockey has periods.
- Right.

Dinner was terrific.

That meatloaf...

- The girls love seeing you.
- Well, I'm not so sure about that.

Celia can barely look at me.

She's just going through a phase.

What, an anti-Dad phase?

I smiled at her.
She practically turned to stone.

She misses you.
She's just shy about it.

You staying the night?
I'm happy to make up the sofa for you.

I gotta work early in New York,
then I'm headed to D.C.

I think I'll pay a visit
to Cardinal Hickey.

Why are you going to
see Cardinal Hickey? Is his health okay?

Routine visit. I'll bring him
some cigars, shoot the breeze.

He did marry us, after all.

He certainly did.
Please give him my best.

And what kind
of a bird hunt is this?

They're hunting the houbara bustard.

It's an endangered bird,

known for its speed and cunning,

as well as
its potency as an aphrodisiac.

So, you want to launch a missile

at a campsite
that includes UAE royal falconers.

Yes, sir. They'll be encamped
in the desert, just south of Kandahar.

And I believe the probability
of dispatching UBL is extraordinary.

Have you pitched this to Richard Clarke?

I'm pitching it to you.

Why aren't you in Leonard Bliss' office?
He's your immediate superior.

This is extremely time-sensitive.

Sir, if we're serious
about neutralizing al-Qaeda,

I really believe
this is an incredibly important moment.

We may never have another shot
as clear as we do now.

I'm getting hourly updates from Pakistan

that say
that bin Laden is going to be there.

Martin, the chain of command
is an important,

I would even say, essential system
for effective agency function.

Would you agree with that assertion?

Even the finest of systems
has its flaws.

- Is that so?
- In physics,

there is, well,
degradation in an isolated system.

For instance,
when two billiard balls collide,

there is consequence. The energy
available for more work is lessened.

- Momentum is compromised.
- Are you suggesting

there's some degradation
here at the Agency?

No, sir, but at times,
there may be a lack of momentum.

Martin. Might I make a suggestion?

- Of course.
- Save your physics metaphors

for later in life, when you are
regaling naive college students

about your legendary time at the Agency.

Use the chain of command.
It exists for a reason.

In other words,

get the hell out of my office.

Leonard Bliss, please.

George Tenet.

Hey, Leonard.
Guess who was just in my office.

"Qimma" means mountaintop or peak.

What mountain?
Why are they going to a mountain?

I doubt they're into hang gliding.

Qimma, qimma, qimma...

It's like "Aqaba"
from Lawrence of Arabia.

"Aqaba, Aqaba, Aqaba..."

Oh, I love all the camels in that movie.

The camels? What about Peter O'Toole?

Doesn't he have
just the bluest eyes?

And they really surge when the Bedouins
give him those desert robes to wear.

I think he looks like
Julie Andrews half the time.

Well, and then
there's Anthony Quinn

wearing all that fake tanner.

"My mother mated with a scorpion."

"Aqaba..."

What is it?

It's not the messenger.

They're not calling him.
It's the message.

Ahmed al-Hada is
the goddamn al-Qaeda switchboard.

- Hada's the conduit?
- He's simply

relaying messages.

- "Summit"!
- Wait, what about summit?

- Qimma is not mountaintop.
- But it is mountaintop.

- That's the literal translation...
- It's a homonym.

- ...from Arabic.
- Qimma means mountaintop,

but it also means summit.

- A summit meeting.
- In Malaysia.

All roads lead to Southeast Asia.

Qimma...

Ready! Aim!

Fire!

- Vince Stuart.
- What's a guy got to do to get

a good 12-ounce filet around here?

- Boss.
- How's life on the walrus farm?

They're wearing sweaters in August.

They don't even know
what season we're in.

It's 82 degrees outside.
They never leave the building.

You have no idea how glad
I am to hear your voice.

You got anything for me
on this Hada guy?

Hold on. I'll call you right back.

Excuse me.

- Talk to me.
- Boss, I got nothin'.

They're slugging me out
on all the cables.

They fucking close the blinds every time
I walk by the conference room.

- What about Toni-Ann?
- Same situation, they...

They treat us
like we're their friggin' hostages.

Listen to me.
You and Toni-Ann keep a low profile.

I'm gonna see
what I can come up with on my end.

A redundancy?

I'm the one
who's been leading this thing.

Oh, yeah? As I see it,
you're leading Alec Station

into a wild goose chase of absurdity.

It's like watching the Marx Brothers.

Animal Crackers makes more sense to me!

Look what happened in Khost.
Or should I say, what didn't happen.

Zawahiri's probably laughing at us

in some fucking shag-carpeted cave
in the Tora Bora.

Well, you can't fire me, Leonard.

You can move me to the broom closet,

you can make me process
meaningless cables all day,

but you cannot fire me.

Once in the Agency,
always in the Agency, right?

Ahmed al-Hada. What's the update?

- I'm trading calls with Alec Station.
- You're trading?

Well, I'm calling.
They're not calling me back.

- How many times have you tried?
- Five.

- I'm happy to keep at it.
- No, don't worry about it.

Thanks, Margie.

Could you close the door
on your way out?

- US Attorney's office.
- Mary Jo White, please.

John O'Neill, line one.

John O'Neill, the best dressed
Bureau man since James B. Adams.

How are you, Mary Jo?

I'm sleep deprived,
but hanging in there.

Well, show me a United States Attorney
that gets eight hours sleep at night,

and I'll show you a flying rhinoceros.

As long as the Yankees keep winning,
I got nothing to complain about.

Yeah, let's hope they don't blow it

in the postseason
like they did last year.

Not a chance. Not this team.

We got the secret weapon.

- Yeah? Who's that?
- Chuck Knoblauch.

He's like the human Swiss Army knife,
can do a little bit of everything.

How are you, John?

- To be honest, no so great.
- Talk to me.

I'm trying to get the take
from a suspect in Yemen

that I believe is linked
to bin Laden and al-Qaeda,

but the jackimoes over at Alec Station
are being stingy.

I even got
two people working in their unit,

but they're completely icing them out.

I'm at the end of my rope here.

Did you call the counter-terrorism AD?

I did,
and been calling Alec Station all day,

but I'm running out of patience.

What about Louis Freeh?

The utterance of his name alone is
like a knife in my spleen.

That bad, huh?

In all seriousness, Mary Jo,
I'm getting low on options here.

Is there someone
you can talk to at Justice?

I gotta have whatever intel
they might have on this guy in Yemen.

His name is Ahmed al-Hada.

I'm writing that name down, now.
"Ahmed al-Hada."

John, I'd be happy to put in
a call to Janet Reno for you.

I'm buying you dinner at Delmonico's.

But I can't promise you anything.

- Jeff.
- Jim.

Jim, right. What can I do for you?

Um... Maybe we should
go into your office.

No, we shouldn't.

Okay, then...

What's this?

It's a report that shows
your credit card was declined

at Duane Street Tavern the other night.

Do me a favor, and nod once
and walk away from me.

What?

Nod one time,

and walk

away.

Fucking mosquito.

Shred that.

I hate to say it, John, but
regarding your prospects with Elizabeth,

you're looking at an uphill battle.

In order to remarry within the Church,

you have to first nullify
your current marriage.

It sounds like Maria isn't
necessarily gonna cooperate.

She's still hanging on.
To what, I don't know.

She obviously still loves you.

Oh, we've been over
for a long time, Cardinal.

When you and Maria got married,
you took an oath before God,

and there are consequences
for breaking that oath.

If the marriage
is not properly nullified,

then not only can you not
remarry within the church,

but you cannot receive
the Holy Eucharist.

What about Maria?

- Would she be able to take communion?
- No, not under these circumstances.

But my abandoning the marriage,
that wasn't her fault.

Unfortunately, God does not
see it that way.

Well, Maria has to take communion.

- It's that important to her.
- As it should be.

You came to me today,
looking for a loophole.

Well, we are in Washington.

You sure there's not some little crack
in the magisterium

that would allow Maria
to maintain her good standing?

Well,

if you were to die.

How's that for a loophole?

John, if you're serious about
marrying Elizabeth, talk to your wife.

He bivouacs among the stacks.

Cast out like Quasimodo.

From the ladies and me.

Worried I'll get scurvy?

In China, an orange symbolizes life,

a new beginning.

Then I better not eat it.

Martin, you started this.

Nobody else at the Agency foresaw

what's happening with al-Qaeda.
You are the prophet.

We wouldn't have gotten the Hada phone
or the Malaysia meeting,

without your leadership, your vision.

Every single person at Alec Station is
devoted to cracking this thing.

The ladies and I are
working around the clock,

and we're constantly asking ourselves,
"What would Martin think?"

- What about Bliss?
- Bliss

is a coat hanger
with a cheap shirt on it.

He has nothing
of your knowledge and instinct.

And fuck Bliss.

Right now, I'm here with you,
and I will keep coming to see you,

and I'll bring you news of our progress.

You have my undivided devotion, Martin.

You have to believe me.

I believe you.

So, my sister
introduces me to this woman.

She's clearly Lebanese, speaks
excellent English. Very good accent.

- What's her name?
- Foziah. She's new to Scranton.

So, we're having
a perfectly nice conversation,

when my mother interrupts.

She is so pleased we're finally talking.

It turns out the whole thing is a setup.

- Like a setup-setup.
- Yeah.

What did you think of her? Was she nice?

She was very nice.

- Pretty?
- She was pretty.

Good body?

She seemed fit.

But I couldn't really tell.
She wore long pants and a blouse.

Well, it's all about the collarbones.

If they're pronounced, it usually means
that they have a good body.

Good collarbones, good ass. Fuzzy?

Foziah.

What did you and Foziah talk about?

The food. The company. Her studies.

She's enrolled in the nursing program
at the local college.

What?

- What are you doing right now?
- I'm telling you

about my visit to my mother's house.

Look, I like you, Ali.

I really do. I like you a lot.

But I have to be honest with you,

I don't really understand
what's going on right now.

I mean, you're, like,
this incredibly handsome,

seemingly thoughtful,
seemingly soulful, uh,

enigma.

All I know about you is
that you grew up in Beirut,

you lived through the civil war,

and that you work for the government
in some mysterious, classified way.

All of this is true.

And that every time we get together,
your phone eventually rings, and you

get pulled away on some job thing.

- Every time?
- We've been on three dates,

and it's happened three times.

It's off.

I guess what I'm wondering is,
what exactly do you want from me?

Do you want to be my buddy?
'Cause we could do that.

We could get together once a week,
drink 40s, play video games,

down a few pints of Haagen Dazs.
We could do the crossword puzzle.

Heather, I'm trying
to tell you about my life.

- But like a buddy.
- Not like a buddy.

You just spent the last five minutes
telling me about Franzia.

- Foziah.
- Whatever her name is.

That's what buddies do.

They tell each other anecdotes
about their dating lives.

I have absolutely no interest in Foziah.

Pretty, well-spoken,
nicely put together Foziah?

I'm positive, and I don't want to play
video games with you either, okay?

Really? Are you sure?

Because there's this new game
out on PlayStation. Gran Turismo.

High-end car racing. Apparently,
the graphics are super lifelike.

- My students are raving about it.
- Seriously, Heather.

I definitely want us to be
more than buddies.

Oh, really?

Do you want to talk more about that?

I would do things. With you.

To you, with

fervent intensity and great care.

Oh.

Okay, then. Are you still hungry?

Why?

- Would you like some ice cream?
- No.

I want to take you home, to my place.

Where there are no video games.

I could watch you sleep all morning.

Is it

sort of like watching a homeless guy
who passes out at the movies?

Not at all.

Was I snoring? Thrashing around?

No, the opposite. You hardly even move.

By the way,

it looks like
I might be moving to New York.

New York City?

No, New York, South Dakota.

Of course, New York City.

Lou wants me to manage one
of our new branches in the East Village.

That's great news, Sher.
Congratulations.

You have beautiful collarbones,
by the way.