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[special op 1]
Orange Crush, this is Jacknife.

Confirming target. Over
.

Target confirmed, Jacknife.

Predator in range.

Armed and ready, sir.

Fire one.

Firing.

[special op 1]
Go, go, go.

Target has one blue eye,
one brown eye.

Confirm I.D.

Two brown.

[special op 2]
Two blue, Gunny.

[special op 3]
Another two brown.

Gunny, you better
take a look at this.

Can you confirm Kabir, Jacknife?

Negative, sir.

We have two males, one female
and a child.

I targeted
the wrong vehicle, sir.

[theme music playing]

[SECNAV]
An air strike to take out

Al Qaeda terrorist leader
Kabir just failed.

Instead, we incurred
civilian casualties,

leaving Kabir's
whereabouts unknown.

Kabir's brother
Mustafa warned

of another
terrorist attack

spearheaded
by Kabir, sir.

If we can't
find him...

have we at least
uncovered a clue

-as to what the plan was?
-We may have.

Clayton Webb suspects
Kabir enlisted the services

of Russian Naval Officer
Captain Mikael Yerastov.

So, he may be in league
with Russian extremists?

Naval extremists.
Which is why I'm assigning you
to a think tank I'm creating.

You know more about Kabir
than anyone

and you have the research assets

to expand your base
of knowledge.

Tell me where the Navy
is vulnerable to Kabir

and show me
how to stop him.

-Yes, sir.
-And to that point

I'd like Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie

back in Afghanistan.

Officially, they'll investigate

civilian casualties
from that strike.

[Rabb] But unofficially we're
investigating Kabir?

Correct.

Sir, why not be
above board

and announce
what we're doing?

Despite the desire to do so,

CIA and Navy missions do not
always mesh.

So I want you involved
to protect the Navy's
interests.

[Chegwidden]
Sir,

uh, there may be a hitch
in this.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez was
implicated

in the collateral damage
due to the air strike.

Sir?

That's right, our Gunny.

[Rabb]
Sir...

two senior JAG officers

investigating someone they know
is going to raise flags.

I trust you can lower them,
Commander.

Good luck.

When you see the Gunny,
give him my best.

[Coates]
Are the prisoners they're
bringing aboard Al Quaeda, sir?

Two members of the cell captured
in Eastern Afghanistan.

Are we supposed
to interrogate
them, Lieutenant?

-No. Just observe.
-What, sir?

Standard of protocol,
state of the prisoners.

What do you say we
ignore all that, sir

and just beat the
crap out of them?

Because we'll be too busy

preventing everybody else
from doing that, Petty Officer.

[MacKenzie]
Thank you, Corporal.

Gunny.

Commander, Colonel,
good to see you again.

Let me show you
where you can
stow your gear.

How are you, Gunny?

Confused as to why senior
attorneys are assigned

to this
investigation, ma'am.

The Admiral wants
to do right by you, Gunny.

Take it as a compliment.

If that's what the
Commander wishes,

I will, sir.

Look, Gunny, we know you
were tasked to the CIA
on that mission.

Feel like sharing?

All right, sir.

I lead a Special Reaction Team

that reports back
to Clayton Webb.

Well, our primary mission is

to monitor the CIA's pursuit
of Kabir.

Our investigation
into the civilian casualty issue

-is our secondary mission.
-In that case, ma'am,

I'll make things even easier
for you.

I'm responsible
for those deaths.

Hello.

Lieutenant.

I don't believe
we've met.

Came aboard
this morning.

Dale Woodley, Central
Intelligence Agency.

I'm Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

I'm the ship's JAG.

This is my Legalman,

Petty Officer
Second Class Coates.

[Coates]
Looks like something
out of
Mission Impossible.

Mission probable,
Petty Officer.

Guard.

My guess is he wasn't
installing a TV, sir.

[Galindez]
As part of Operation Hydra,

we were following Kabir

and two other Al Qaeda
terrorists.

Finally caught up to them
heading north

in a white Toyota pickup.

We maneuvered ahead of him
a few clicks

-to set him up for the strike.
-You couldn't differentiate
between the vehicles?

Apparently not, sir.

Do you want that to suffice
as your answer, Gunny?

Winds were up,
visibility was low.

There were a lot of trucks
around here in that color.

If you had doubts
about the target,

why did you confirm it?

They weren't expecting
any other vehicles, ma'am.

That's a remote area.

And I-I told an Afghan woman

to warn nearby residents
to stay indoors.

Now, she's a scholar, sir.

Speaks Arabic, Dari, and Farsi.

Her name's Fareeza Tarik.
Here's her photo.

Well, if she warned
them to say indoors,
why didn't they?

I-I tried to find that out
myself, sir.

I went to village in question,
but my Farsi's still rough.

-They couldn't understand me.
-Where can we find this Fareeza?

I'm been looking for her
for two days, sir.

But I wouldn't worry,
Commander.

She'll show up.

Fareeza documents
Afghan genealogy,

spends most of her time moving

from village to village.

-Anything else, Gunny?
-Yes, ma'am.

Lieutenant Commander Coulter
would like you
to stop by and say hello.

[Coulter]
I asked to be recalled.

I mean, for all I know,
one of these could be bin Laden.

So, what's you guys' initial
take on the missed air strike?

-We're just getting into it.
-[MacKenzie] This is
quite a facility.

-I'm impressed.
-Well, I'd like to think

I'm special, Colonel,
but the truth is

this is just
Operation Hydra:

Identifying DNA of Al Qaeda
and Taliban leaders
killed in air strikes.

With this set up,
I can test DNA in-country

without having to ship it
back to the U.S.

Find anyone we know yet?

That depends.
Who are you looking for?

Mac.

You like it here.

Call me crazy.

Well, what is it?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

It's a man's country.

Ah.

I guess that's why there's
two of them up there.

[speaking Farsi]

Okay. Language barrier.

We want to go through.

Seems simple enough.

How much?

How-how much?

[speaking Arabic]

[sighs]

[speaking Arabic]

Even I know better
than to show the whole roll.

Just keep your eyes
on the road.

See, the problem
with "man country" is

that it's run by men.

Well, after this new government
imposes a rule of law,

that will all change.

You think that will happen
before we run out of money?

[singing prayers]

Their supplies have
been taken by bandits.

I think Gunny was
helping them out.

She'll exchange
information for food.

She was never here, was she?

No.

Let's get out of here.

[Galindez]
I'm sure there's
an explanation, ma'am.

[MacKenzie]
Yes. Fareeza didn't do the job.

She disappeared,
and subsequently,
Kabir escapes.

Now, what does
that say to you?

It's not
what you're implying, sir.

Look, Gunny,
what do your team
members think?

-They only met her once, sir.
-How well do
you
know her?

Well enough to put myself
on the line for her, ma'am.

Unfortunately,
Gunny, that's not
going to fly.

It's your prerogative, sir.

We want to know more
about this woman.

We've enlisted some locals
to put out the word

see if they can find her.

Now, in the meantime,
resume your duties.

Yes, ma'am.

That would be sniffing out
Kabir.

Well, good. That'll put
us on parallel paths.

Yes, sir, and for the record,
Fareeza is not working
for the other side

and she never would have
betrayed me.

[sighs]

He's in love with her.

-You wanted to see me, Captain?
-Agent Woodley, I'll be direct.

Are you bugging cells
where I'm confining
Al Qaeda prisoners?

Do you have an issue
with this, sir?

My JAG does.
It raises legal issues
that might be used

to advantage by
the defense counsel.

We're not in court,
Lieutenant, we're at war.

No, but we may decide to take
these individuals to court

for war crimes,
and I'm trying to
preserve the options.

No, you're trying
to have it both ways.

Look, these men haven't even
been interrogated yet.

Aren't we getting ahead
of ourselves here?

I would agree
with that.

Talk to the prisoners,
then we'll reconvene.

And you expect them
to be forthcoming, sir?

I don't know--
Apply your training

to the problem
and see what happens.

That's exactly what
I've been doing, sir.

-No shortcuts here.
-But, Captain...

No, for the time being,
at least, I would appreciate

you keeping your interrogations

within the parameters
set by my JAG.

And to insure
that you do so,

I'm ordering Lieutenant Roberts

and his Legalman
to be in attendance.

Aye, aye, sir.

[man]
Salaam.

Hey, hey.

Stand by out here.

He doesn't know you.

Right here,
Gunny.

[Gunny] Zulmai.

Victor.

Poppy harvest?

Who am I to tell
the farmers

not to make the best profit
they can?

You would if your son
was addicted.

My son would
never do drugs.

He likes
having fingers.

We lost Kabir.

Why do you always think
that I need you to tell me

what's going on in my world?

My apologies.

What do you know?

Much.

Can you tell me where he is?

I cannot.

What do you need?

Weapons, ordnance...?

Well stocked, thank you.

What do you want, then?

[man]
Nothing he can't
get more of

from me.

[man]
I have already said
all I will ever say.

You said nothing.

Then we are
in agreement.

[scoffs]

Not yet.

Give me five minutes.

Guard.

-Staff Sergeant, a moment.
-Yes, sir.

May I speak with
you in private?

Drug-induced information

was excluded from
Mustafa Ateef's tribunal

due to lack of
probative value.

We're approaching six hours
of wasted time, Lieutenant.

No, look, I know that
you feel frustrated.

The way that I participate
depends on the way you act.

I don't care about your court
case. I'm trying to prevent
another 9/11.

Where'd you put
the other prisoner?

Three
compartments down.

I'm going there to see
what he has to offer.

We're on the
same side here.

You have no idea
what it's like

to be on my side,
Lieutenant.

But I'll be happy to
give you the opportunity.

I'm just trying to do my job.

Well now you've got two.

This one's all yours.

Guard.

Do we have a plan,
Lieutenant?

Where's Captain Kirk
when you need him?

If he were here,

he would tell you to honor
the Prime Directive.

Starfleet personnel
shall not interfere

with developing societies?

Very good.

Captain Kirk
interfered all the time.

To his constant regret.

[chuckles] Excuse me, but are we
talking
Star Trek
now?

You were educated
in the U.S.

What happened to you?

I learned to love Allah.

Allah does not advocate killing
those who disagree with you.

You know nothing about it.

I know about IDIC.

[Coates]
What's that, sir?

Infinite diversity,

infinite combinations.

From the Koran, sir?

From Mr. Spock.

[Webb]
Mr. Farooq believes Kabir
is staying in a cotton mill

60 miles north.

I spotted him in the area
buying gasoline.

Is there a verification, sir?

In progress.

How do you know it was him?

I looked him in the blue eye,
and then the brown one.

I want a piece of this, sir.

I'm not interested in your
personal vendettas, Galindez.

This is the business
of saving American lives.

We do it fast,
we do it thoroughly

and we do it my way.

May I ask what that is, sir?

We watch

while planes drop bombs.

[cell phone ringing]

Sexy Beast.

You wanted
to slit Kabir's throat.

All of you take this
so personally.

Two buildings
fall down

and you scavenge the planet
looking for the aggressor.

You think we shouldn't?

Almost every building
in Kabul has collapsed.

War is our life here.

You can be its victim

or you can find out
what it can do for you.

[Webb]
Gunny and I
are taking off.

I'll call back when we have
strike confirmation.

And my shipment?

On its way.

May Allah be with you.

You're with me now.
I'm a journalist.

You're my bodyguard
or guide

as the situation
dictates.

[speaking Farsi]

[Galindez]
This is my team.
This is Clayton Webb.

I'll be continuing on with him.
Return to base.

Pass the word to Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie.

Secure my weapon,
Corporal.

Aye, aye, Gunny.

What are Rabb
and MacKenzie doing here?

Investigating
me, sir.

So where's this
cotton mill, sir?

Forget the cotton mill.
We're on our own.

My intel has that location

being inhabited
by a rival warlord.

Farooq was setting us up
to do his business.

And you traded explosives
for this information?

I promised him
explosives...

What's he getting?

Folding chairs.

Maybe it'll encourage him
to sit down with his enemies.

This is Ghazi.

His father was executed
by the Taliban.

He's the chief breadwinner
of his family.

Been repairing cars
for the last three years.

A man,
accompanied by a woman

asked him to check his engine
and then headed east.

He matched the woman
to Fareeza's photo.

Did you get
a description
of the guy?

[speaking Farsi]

[speaking Farsi]

What did he say?

His eyes were different colors.

One brown, one blue.

[Captain]
You look exhausted, Lieutenant.

[Roberts]
It's the interrogation, sir.

How's that going?

Better, sir.

Moral protocol
issues?

-Well, they seem to be
resolved, Skipper.
-So what is it?

I was able to obtain some
information, sir.

You, or Agent Woodley?

Myself, sir.

The, uh, prisoner
and I found some

common ground, and we've been

speaking for
the last four hours.

You're joking.

No, sir.
He was very tired,

didn't realize
what he was saying

but during a discussion
of "kohlinar"

he let it slip out.

What's "kohlinar"?

An attempt to purge all emotion

and achieve a state
of pure logic, sir.

It's a Vulcan
concept, sir.

I didn't really think
that it was possible
but, apparently,

Kabir achieved this state while
on retreat at his compound.

What do you have that's
relevant, Lieutenant?

The location
of the compound, sir.

[phone ringing]

[Galindez]
Sand Crab.

[Harm]
Gunny.

Yes, Commander.

What's your status?

I hooked up
with Clayton Webb, sir.

He's interfacing with his
operatives at the moment.

Good. Stay with him.

Have you found Fareeza, sir?

She's with Kabir, Gunny.

With all due respect, sir,
I don't buy it.

We spoke to someone this
afternoon who saw them together.

He I.D.'d Kabir by his eyes.

One blue, one brown.

It makes no sense, sir.

It does if she works for him.

She's a historian, Commander.

She's risked her life
opposing the Taliban.

She'd never
support their allies.

I know that's what
she told you, Gunny.

He must have forced her
to go with him, sir.

Maybe he needed an interpreter.

Kabir speaks eight languages,
Gunny.

Listen, you're going
to have to let this one go

and concentrate
on the task at hand.

Now I need you to monitor Webb
and report back to us.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir, it is.

We'll talk soon.

Good news, sir?

My man aboard the
Seahawk

just told me
he was able to obtain

Kabir's destination
in Afghanistan

from a prisoner.

Central Command
is riding herd.

Your team has been
assigned to mop up.

Where's he headed, sir?

The Arghandab Valley.

Ground troops?

Bombs.

-Call it off, sir.
-Right.

Mr. Webb, he has
a woman with him.

I know her.

-Not for long.
-She's not involved, sir.

I'm sorry, and keep
your hands off me.

The mission can be
changed to a rescue, sir.

Oh, yeah, that'll
play in the war room.

I need your
support on this, sir.

You need to shut up
and think this through.

If you could
just hear me out.

Not interested!

Now do I have your
attention, Mr. Webb?

Yes!

What do I need to know
about this woman?

That I'm involved with her, sir.

[MacKenzie]
You having second thoughts
about Gunny?

His instincts have
always been pretty good.

Love is an antidote
to instincts.

Mac!

Harm!

-Harm, don't move!
-[groaning]

You're in a mine field--
those were antipersonnel mines
we just went through.

Great.

Look carefully
at the ground around you.

Do you see
anything?

Stars.

Stars? Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think I'm fine.

[groaning]

Look, isn't the
idea to bury mines

so you can't see them?

Sometimes
there's a little depression

or a slight pile.

Well, which is it,
a depression or a pile?

Depends on how long ago
it was buried.

I'm going to stand up.

Okay, just...
just do it in place.

[grunts softly]

That right rear tire

is shredded.

Yeah, and so is the left front.

Look, maybe the mines we hit
were the only ones here.

-Now, what are the odds of that?
-Kind of long.

No, not kind of long.
Very long. Incredibly long.

Astronomically long.

Your odds
of winning the lottery...

Okay, Mac, I get the point.

What are you doing?

Well, you can't walk
over here

so I'm going to drive
closer to you.

What about
the mines?!

Well, they're
antipersonnel mines.

They won't blow up a Humvee.

I'm not in a Humvee.

Good point.

Toss me the canteen.

[sighing]

Any ideas?

I'm, uh... thinking.

Okay, I got an idea.

What?

You take cover on the
far side of the Humvee.

I'm going to
walk over to it.

That's not a plan,
that's Afghan roulette.

Well, I'm not going
to stand here

like a statue forever
when there's probably nothing

between me and that Humvee
but dirt.

Well, what's the rush?
We can't drive anywhere
on the rims.

The first step is the hardest.

Harm, don't.

[laughs nervously]

[clicking sound]

Did you hear that?

Uh-huh.

Boy, are you lucky.

Why? I didn't just step
on a mine?

No, you're standing on a mine.

It's just not pressure-detonated
like the others.

It's probably
a Soviet butterfly mine.

So, what does that mean--

it won't detonate
until I take my foot off it?

Right.

So, how does that make me lucky?

Well, you're still alive,
aren't you?

Yeah, so long as
I don't move my foot, I am.

[sighing]

Okay, we'll come up
with something.

You figure they
mined that slope?

Probably not;
it's too steep.

Good. You go up there.

On the far side of
the big mountain
is base camp.

Bring back help.

I wouldn't get there
till morning

and you're not going
to stand here all night

in the freezing cold.

What other choice
do I have?

Well, something
better than that.

There is nothing
better than that.

-Now, go.
-No.

I'm not leaving.

We replace your weight
with something heavy, like...

the ammo box.

The ammo box doesn't weigh
anything near what I do.

It doesn't have to.

[grunting]

It just has
to be heavy enough

to delay the mine
until you can get

to the other side
of the Humvee.

Okay, now what?

It's too heavy for
you to hand it to me.

Mac!

You could have killed us both!

Yeah, but I didn't.

[grunting]
Okay...

I'm going to put my weight
on the ammo box.

I'll slide it forward,
you slide your foot back,

okay?

[grunting]

[grunting]

Okay, I got it;
take cover.

-You take cover.
-What...?

Why do you have to be
so damn macho?

Look, can I get
over the Humvee
faster from up here

than you can
from down there?

-Can I?
-Probably.

Then I'm not being macho;
I'm just being practical.

You know, sometimes
you can be infuriating?

I know.

Now, go.

Good luck.

Thanks.

[grunting]

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine. You?

Yeah.

[tentative chuckle]

Ah... thanks, Mac.

That took guts.

You would have done
the same for me.

Yeah, well, the Navy doesn't
teach us tricks like that.

Neither does the Marine Corps.

I saw it in a movie.

You saw it in a movie?

Yup.

They don't use real booby traps
in movies.

-Come on.
-They make things up!

Mac!

-
There's too much at stake.
Understand?
-Yes, sir. Of course.

We have solid intel
on the whereabouts of Kabir.

The strike's going forward.

I understand.

I made the best argument
I could.

Like hell you did, sir.

The correct response is,
"Thanks for the effort."

How long have you known her?

Five months.

I met a woman in Guatemala
at the height of the civil war.

She was a folk singer.

Used to serenade me

with the saddest songs
I'd ever heard.

And what happened
to her, sir?

Classified.

You didn't really expect them
to say yes, did you?

Would you commit
ground personnel

to liberate an Afghan woman

traveling
with a known terrorist?

She's a captive, sir.

Prove it.

What now, sir?

We wait till it's over.

Look.

Let's make our way up this slope
for that ridge.

We'll camp there
for the night.

It's better than risking
tripping a mine

trying to get back to the road.

In the morning
we'll look for a safer way out.

Yeah, we could both use a rest.

All right.

[Johnson]
Central Command
has approved the target.

It's our ball.
I need to know if we're legal.

When do we
begin, Skipper?

How fast can you talk?

-I'm ready, sir--
-I've already got

four Hornets
on strike alert.

Each is carrying 2,000-pound
laser-guided weapons.

What about
the target area, sir?

Got eight buildings
and four trucks

scattered over
a three-mile stretch--

all confirmed Al Qaeda.

Switch me
to Spotter Team freq.

Aye, aye, sir.

This is Seahawk JAG.

Roger, Seahawk,
this is Boomerang ground.

Boomerang, have
you positively
I.D.'d the target?

I've double-checked
GPS coordinates, Seahawk.

Any questionable structures
inside the blast radius?

Negative, Seahawk.

Any indication of
personnel in the area?

We have four trucks
in front of the main entrance.

One's got the motor running.

What's your recommendation?

I recommend that you prosecute
the target, sir.

Boomerang Lead,
you're cleared in hot.

Roger, Skipper.
We copy.

Two minutes
from strike zone.

You know, if you want
I could call down
to the front desk

and ask them to send
up a room divider.

[laughs softly]

I thought you'd want
your own space.

[chuckling]

How much more space
do I need, Mac?

Ah, fine.

[grunting]

You know, Mac, the temperature
is going to continue to drop

so if we don't share body heat,
we're risking

hypothermia.

You make it sound so inviting.

You want an invitation?

Yes.

Why don't you come over here?

It's a little bit better
than sleeping with scorpions.

All right.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

-Mac.
-What?

Do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

Not many places
left in the U.S.

where you can hear
absolutely nothing.

[faint boom in distance]

Where is that coming from?

[distant explosion]

Admiral, I was just
on my way to see you.

From the look
on your face,

must be bad news.

-Sir?
-What is it, Lieutenant?

A report from
Afghanistan.

Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie

are unaccounted for.

-Missing?
-Yes, sir.

They were conducting

an investigation
on their own

and lost contact
with base camp.

-How long?
-Hours, sir.

There's search parties
been sent to look for them.

Keep me informed.

You have my
recall number.

Aye, aye, sir.

-Petty Officer Tiner.
-Yes, ma'am.

You've worked a lot
with Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie.

I thought you might want to know
they're missing in Afghanistan.

Oh, my God.

Yes, gone a long time, too.

That's terrible.

Isn't it?

Have you no shame?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about you gloating
about my friends misfortune

and coveting their offices.

I never said anything
of the kind.

No, you wouldn't,
you little coward.

-I'm not a coward.
-No?

How bout you and I forget

that we're lieutenants
for five minutes?

Just you and me.

And then what?

[smacking]

[thudding]

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

You all right, ma'am?

Perfect.

-Commander, Colonel.
-Good to see you.

-Good to see you, Corporal.
-Have a seat.

Helo found your Humvee
this morning.

Thought you guys might
be captured, or worse.

-We're fine.
-Corpsman!

If you don't mind, ma'am,
I'd like to confirm.

We can't provide you
with a shower

but we'll wash up
these cuts

and put an antiseptic
on them.

That'd be a waste of
good water, Corporal.

Please, sir.

Humor me.

[Chegwidden]
Lieutenants.

Thought you liked
to know that, uh,

Rabb and MacKenzie
have been located

safe and...

-safe and sound.
-That's great news, sir.

Lieutenant, what happened
to your face?

I believe the proper response
is, I walked into a door.

-Would you like to make
a more formal response?
-Yes, sir.

I most definitely
will respond

but not in any way that would
require the admiral's attention.

Carry on.

[both]
Aye, aye, sir.

[Coates]
What were they doing
in a hot zone, sir?

I don't know,
Petty Officer.

The admiral stopped asking
the commander questions

once he got to the part
about the goat.

Are they hurt, sir?

Bloodied a bit
by debris.

Where are they
now, sir?

They're at the strike site

with Commander Coulter.

She's a forensic
pathologist

who's been assigned
to I.D. the casualties.

You got lucky,
Lieutenant.

Well, I can't
argue with that.

Although the prisoner
was more off his guard

with Lieutenant Roberts
than he was with you, sir.

I've been at
this 13 years,
Petty Officer.

With this one exception,
I've never seen a prisoner
give over information

without being tricked
or coerced.

Maybe that's because
you never stuck around

long enough
to see it happen.

I apologize for
the Petty Officer, sir.

That was uncalled for.

You're missing
an important principle here.

19 of them were able
to murder almost 3,000 of us

because they
refused to play fair.

And make no mistake about it,

they'll be a threat
to our way of life

as long as we give them
that advantage.

You have a safe passage.

Why'd you apologize
for me, sir?

I'm sorry if
I embarrassed you,

it's just that...

I didn't feel like he quit.

He just went on
to the next prisoner.

Felt he needed a break.

He didn't give
you one, sir.

Don't think
I needed one.

Have you ever met anyone
like yourself, Lieutenant?

Don't think so.

Well, if you do,
and he's single,

will you let me know?

Yo, second squad,
outside the perimeter.

Any sign of Kabir or Fareeza.
Thanks, Corporal.

All structures were
hit. Three vehicles destroyed.

They count 12 bodies so far,
at least those that are intact.

Any word on Kabir
or Fareeza?

Not yet.

Sir, ma'am, you all right?

Don't worry
about us, Gunny.

Do what you've
got to do, Gunny.

Yes, sir.

What'd you do, take
Kabir on yourself?

-Feels like it.
-We got caught in the strike.

I'll save you
the embarrassment
by not asking how.

-Mac, Harm.
-[Rabb] Commander.

[MacKenzie] Lieutenant Commander
Teresa Coulter.

Clayton Webb, CIA.
She's doing our forensics.

Can you brighten my day,
Commander?

Yes and no.

This was attached
to a male finger

found in the rubble
in building six.

Kabir's name
is inscribed inside.

-You're saying we got him?
-I still have

a battery of DNA
tests to run, but
it is the most

definitive
indication yet.

May I see it?

Sure.

Wait, there's
more written here.

It's a gift.

It says, "Blessed Eternity,"
followed by another name.

Osama bin Laden?

Correct.

What's the bad news?

Three of the bodies found

indicate signs
of radiation poisoning.

The wreckage
of building two
is also hot

but no materials
have been found.

Maybe they were
building something.

Or transporting it.

Any of the vehicles
radioactive?

-No.
-That would mean it's gone.

I understand there
is a truck missing.

Some Al Qaeda are believed
to have slipped away

during the attack.

[man]
Gunny!

We just pulled Fareeza from
the wreckage of building six.

-Talk to me first, Gunny.
-Out of my way, Corporal.

This will just take
a minute.

Is it serious?

Yeah.

She's dead.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Just happened.
I'm sorry.

Was she ever conscious?

I have her story.

Well let's hear it,
Corporal.

Yes, sir.

Fareeza said that she, uh,

tried to warn the residents
to stay in

the night of the attack
on Kabir.

At the first hut,
she came across
Kabir and two men.

They were claiming
to be local militia.

He told the family
that the village

was about to be bombed,
and they ought to flee

the same direction
that he was going.

Smart bastard.

Fareeza tried to explain
who Kabir was

and that he was setting them up
just so he could escape.

She even told them that
the reason they picked them

was because they had
the same color truck.

Why didn't they believe her?

Kabir told them
she was CIA.

And that she was working
with a rival tribe

that had been threatening
the village for decades.

Did she say why
she was with them?

He forced her.

He figured that he was
less likely to be spotted

if he was half
of a couple.

Thanks.

Nuestro amor de es el
niño del padre cruel.

What?

It's a song lyric.

It means, our love is the child
of a cruel father.

[MacKenzie]
Hey, you okay?

Yes, ma'am. I was just thinking
what it must have been like

for Kabir while
Fareeza was with him.

Not the other way around?

Oh, she was a pistol, sir.

There wasn't anything
she wasn't passionate about.

Especially the state
of her country.

She must have chewed
a hole in his eardrums
with her diatribes.

The irony is, she
wasn't in love with me.

A one-way street.

Guess that makes me
look like a fool.

Not in my book.

[Rabb]
Listen, Gunny,

this may come as
little consolation,

but you will be
cleared in our report.

-You had no way of knowing.
-Thank you, sir.

And you deserved better from us
than our skepticism.

No, I was never offended, ma'am.

What goes on in this part
of the world--

it's a lot bigger than me.

Important thing is,
we got our man.

Unfortunately I've been unable
to locate any other body parts

that match the DNA
from the finger

we've confirmed is Kabir's.

[Rabb] Could the rest of him
have been incinerated?

Even then, there would have
been bones, teeth, something.

How do you account
for the finger?

Well, the tissue
was charred

which obscured how
it was removed.

On closer inspection,
I realized it had been severed,

not torn off, as you'd expect
in an explosion.

-Like with a knife?
-Yeah.

-[MacKenzie] Why?
-To put us off the scent.

Make us think he was dead.

-He cut off his own finger?
-That's my theory.

What kind of a man
would do that?

The kind of man who'd fly
a passenger plane
into a building, ma'am.

Given Kabir's profile,
it makes sense.

Yeah, most likely slipped
away with the others.

[Webb]
Which means that not only
is he still alive

but so is his plan.

[speaking Arabic]

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