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- I've been chained to this desk for two months now,

writing reports no one reads.

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Rumsfeld's worst mistake was ordering Bremer to

disband the entire Iraqi army.

Pushed them straight into the arms of the insurgency.

[ Chanting in global language ]

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[ Infant crying ]

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Leadership figures if you can't extract intelligence,

maybe you can buy it.

But we keep raising the rewards

and getting bullshit back.

Who said you get what you pay for?

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[ Speaking global language ]

- Disney.

[ Speaking global language ]

- Let's talk to this guy. [ Men speaking global language ]

[ Sirens blaring in distance ]

- Hey. Um, we're looking for a Captain Samir.

- We're from Langley. My name is Polly Stevens

and this is my colleague, Jerry Munro.

- Okay.

- We have a cross patch of intercepts that Langley flagged--

- You guys been in the country for long?

- A few weeks. - Few weeks?

That's good. Good.

- Look, uh, we're here to help find Saddam.

- Well. Thank you. We, uh, appreciate that.

We've been here for five months,

bleeding bodies, waiting for help, so...

...anything you can do for us, we appreciate that.

I'm Samir.

This is Mohammed. Truth is, we have no leads.

Nothing.

And every week, another convoy runs into an ambush

chasing some ex-minister or ex-secretary, ex-horse trainer.

And we end up burying more names.

- We know it's bad, but we didn't come empty-handed.

- Um, we mapped a predictive corridor based on Saddam's

last five verified safe houses.

The safe houses are in distant cities.

Samarra, Al-Dawr, and Tikrit.

Inside it, we tracked diesel thefts and phone call relays.

Everything suggests he's hiding somewhere in the corridor.

- Okay. Yeah, that's a theory. - Yeah, well, get this.

We matched it with three alias tags,

all missed by DOD's systems

because of some transliteration errors. Okay?

This is Chemical Ali. - Mm-hm.

- This is Saddam's cousin, old courier. - Yeah.

- This is the last known photograph. Thank you.

He now runs a scrap yard in Samarra.

- Nobody's been watching him until now.

- We checked that scrap yards weeks ago.

It was cold.

- But now it's not.

- Yeah, um, check your signals.

This week, it came alive. - Check. - Yeah.

- All the separate SAT calls to that location,

all encrypted.

And it's the same signature frequency--

our intel has double-checked that--

as the one linked to Khalid Al-douri.

- The guy on a motorcycle that got killed

while you were after him, remember?

- Alright. Alright. So, what's your play?

- We've got leverage.

Langley has been cultivating a tribal sheikh.

This is his daughter's visa. Fast track to the US.

Look, if he flips and gives us al-Majid, she leaves Iraq.

- So you brought a map, a name,

and another bribe, yeah?

- Well-- we brought options.

- Look, you said you're out of leads. We're not.

- Got something for you to do.

- Samir? - Excuse me.

[ Speaking global language ]

- Alright, you say you want in?

Gear up.

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- You smell me? That's fear.

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- Clear.

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- All clear, sir.

No sign of HVT-1 or HVT-4.

- Thank you, Corporal.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- Roger that. Engage anybody with a weapon.

- What about the drone? It showed movement here.

- Maybe it's some kind of glitch.

This place empty.

If he was here, he left.

Now, one thing is certain.

He won't return. - Shit.

- Well, we missed him. - Yeah.

- Or he was never here at all.

- Alright. It was a nice theory.

Let's get back.

Let's go.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Phone rings ]

- Nixon. - It was a friggin' bust.

We need you here, buddy.

- Jerry. I hate to say it, man. I saw it coming.

Still looking for the wrong people.

- You should have seen the look on Polly's face.

- Well, they picked her, so...

- Because she plays the game, John.

- Game? I don't-- I don't know how to do that.

- Come on, come on. Let's think for a second.

We need to knock on the right door to get you here.

And Stillwell bought your theory.

- Yeah, they-- they definitely don't like me.

I don't think Stillwell's read a page of anything

I've written in the past three months.

- Okay, okay. Stillwell's out.

What about Angela?

- She's been avoiding me.

- Yeah, because you walk into a room like a loaded gun.

All death stare, no small talk.

- That's not good? - Yeah, but let's face it,

you're not gonna change. - No.

- We'll do this. Right now, I'll write her about today's bust

and that we need support, and she'll get it.

- Yeah. - Tomorrow, just swing by our office

and do your thing, okay? - I'll try.

- Thank you.

Give it your best shot, okay?

[Chuckles] I'm starting to like the taste of goat.

- Yeah, well, you look like a goat, so that's okay.

I'll talk to you.

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- Get some more sandbags.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

- Tell him to stand by. We're just looking at it right now.

- Major, I need the colonel.

- He's in the back. - Thank you.

- ...I want you guys to kind of stand to the north.

- Sir, I need a green light on an immediate field op.

- Situation? - They took Mohammed and his family, sir.

Signet reports Republican Guard are moving them

and other collabs tonight. - Alright, where?

- I have intel they'll move him with his family to the red zone.

In any case, it's high risk of execution tonight.

The way I see it, we have a narrow window for extraction.

Karmah. Village of Karmah. - That's deep red zone.

Corporal. Sitrep.

- Yes, sir.

- I just got a report from there.

Enemy patrols remain hot in that corridor.

- Yeah, no, 4-40.

- Ah, we got no Black Hawks to spare.

101st are flying CASEVAC.

All night. Two RFs committed north of Tikrit.

- Understood, sir.

It's not ideal, so we'll just have to adapt.

Right? This man, he knew they were on to him.

I asked him to stay put. So he did.

He trusted me. He trusted us. We promised him.

It's on us, sir.

- I'm sorry, Samir, I really am, but I can't authorize it.

You just heard the sitrep.

We don't have airlift

and we don't have firepower.

- Sir, if we don't go after our own, then what's the point?

'Cause Mohammed...

Mohammed is one of our own, isn't he, Major?

These people, this country...

they're supposed to be the reason we came here.

- Don't you preach to me, son.

I got a pocket full of dog tags that says otherwise.

- I apologize, sir! - Do you understand that?

- I'm sorry!

I volunteer.

- I'm in.

- I will not send a blind squad into potential meat grinder.

Do you understand that?

Not without airlift, not without armor,

and not without a medevac backup.

Do you understand? I do that shit,

I'm writing letters home.

I hate it.

God knows I hate it,

but it's a no-go.

It's a no-go.

[ Office chatter, telephones ringing ]

[ Knocking ]

- Don't start. I don't want to hear it.

You have the latest sightings?

- There's a plastic surgery clinic in Rio.

And here is Saddam living as a woman in a Baghdad bus station.

- Oh!

Well, she looks like Saddam.

Should have waxed the mustache.

- Yeah, it's pretty funny.

- Look, we discussed this.

It isn't my call. - Yeah, but you could--

- Just blame me if it makes you feel better.

- Look, it's clear that Polly's intel is only gonna get us

more busts like last night's.

I should be there.

I know this man. I know his history.

I'm wasting my time chasing down

every idiotic lead that's come in.

- Look, I can't wave a magic wand. Stillwell is the one--

- 187 days, we've been doing exactly the same thing.

I mean, you know Einstein's definition of insanity?

- You have no field training, John.

- You should just hire Kreskin, he's got a bigger chance of finding him.

- [Chuckles] At least he's more entertaining.

- I should be there, asking questions, following up leads.

It was my theory on how to track Saddam

that immobilized Baghdad Station.

- It's not my call.

- Yeah, but you're a voice in the room.

Stillwell listens to you.

I mean, everyone listens to you.

You really think Polly can do what I do?

- You really want to risk your career?

- I'll tell you the truth, no matter what the higher-ups wanna hear.

And you can do whatever you want with that information.

You need me over there.

- Get me Stillwell.

[ Bright jazz playing on radio ]

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- Here we go.

- Copy. Convoy moving into 7-G.

It's two clicks west.

- Haifa Street, heading north.

[ Vehicles rumbling ]

- Okay, we'll pin them in the next underpass.

One block down, yeah?

[ Vehicles rumbling ]

- Here we go.

[ Motor revving ]

Let's go.

Go.

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[ Motorbike roaring ]

[ Horns honking ]

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[ Explosion blasts ]

[ Shouting in global language ]

[ Gunfire ]

- Clear! - Clear!

[ Gunshot ]

- [ Speaking global language ] - [ Gunshot ]

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[ Speaking global language ]

[ Child crying ]

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[ Speaking global language ]

- Let's go! Go, go, go!

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[ Dog barks in distance ]

- Honey, did you hear from the doctor?

- Not yet, baby.

You okay? - Yeah.

No. I mean, I can't find my passport.

- Hon, it's in there.

- Where? - In the second drawer.

- No, I looked there, I-- I already checked there.

Oh.

What am I gonna do without you?

- Promise me you're not gonna do anything dangerous.

- I just can't believe it. I studied history my whole life,

and now I'm actually gonna be part of it.

- You got this, baby.

Just don't, you know,

...it up. [Chuckles]

I still can't believe Angela's guy is shipping you out

on such little notice.

- Yeah, I know. You know how it goes.

[ Zippers zipping ]

Yeah. How it goes, I guess.

- Secret agent...

...your wife needs you naked.

Stat.

[ Chuckles ]

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- Hey, how you doing?

- I'll take your bags for you, sir.

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[ Beeping ]

- Strap in, fella.

Landing here is not exactly SOP.

[ Beeping ]

- What does that mean? - Insurgents have missiles now.

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[ Plane roaring ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Plane roaring ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Planes and vehicles rumbling ]

- Get all the gear. Put it on the other ship.

- You John Nixon? - Yeah.

Just you?

- Oh, you expect a sign with your name on it?

Just put your stuff in the back.

[ Planes and vehicles rumbling ]

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- Sorry, I didn't catch-- what's your name?

- I'm Samir. - Samir. So are you Iraqi?

- American.

I grew up here.

[ Dogs barking nearby ]

[ Children laughing ]

[ Radio playing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Radio continues ]

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[ Indistinct chatter ]

- So when did you move to the States?

- You ask a lot of questions.

I got out just after the Revolution of Ramadan in '63.

- So what's it like here?

- Can't you smell it? - Yeah, it's...

...it's pretty rank.

- The city reeks like a dying corpse.

Water supply, sewage pipes, all destroyed.

Welcome to Baghdad.

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- Let's go.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- Go, go, go.

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- Hey! hey, hey, hey!

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[ Man speaking global language ]

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- Where's your ID?

- Welcome to Assassins' Gate.

Your lanyard is in the glove box.

Put it on.

Wear it at all times.

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- Move it, move it. - Hold up.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- Turn around.

- You want me to go to the secondary or what?

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[ Radio chatter continues ]

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- Two or more, checked out two door.

He's pulling up to you right now.

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- Alright?

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- You're good.

- Good? - Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, thank you. - [ Honks horn ]

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[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- We're not in Kansas anymore.

- Lead aircraft is Winchester on US...

- ...Kansas.

- So, how's it coming back to Iraq?

Well, how old were you when you left?

- I was ten. - Ah.

- Your first time?

- Here? Yeah.

- In the Middle East? - No, I've been around.

- You've been around?

- Yeah.

- So you haven't been back since you were 12?

- Nah. First time.

This is the Republican Palace.

One of the last ones standing in Baghdad.

- I know.

- Hey. - So who'd you blow to get here?

Stillwell? Angela?

- It was a threesome. Hey.

- There might be hope for you after all.

- [ Camera shutter clicks ] - There he is.

- Look at you. Your old man must be happier

than a sheet salesman at a Klan rally.

- Don't lose that. That's the currency around here.

- Come on. - That and bullets.

- Yo! You riding with me? - No surnames, huh?

- Alright, I'll see you later. - Yeah.

- Where are we going? - How was your flight?

- Hey, save the best for last.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

- This, uh, this whole place is built around cliques.

- Aka high school with heavy artillery.

- Yeah, there's the CPA. They're the populars,

at least while Bremer's still here.

US Army-- jocks. - [ John laughs ]

That's the State Department. They're the... chess club.

British Army back there. They're the glee club.

Uh, the NSA.

They're obviously the geeks.

And this is us.

- Nice. Who are we?

- "The Revenge of the Nerds." - [ John laughs ]

- And now, Saddam's palace.

[ Plane flying overhead ]

[ Door bangs open ]

[ Lights click on ]

- Whoa.

- Here it is. In living color.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

- Another one? - Yeah. That's great.

- John?

- Yeah. Come on. Say "Cheetos."

- No chance. - Come on. For keepsakes.

What, are you afraid you're gonna offend Saddam?

- Yeah. - Come on.

Everybody's got one.

- Nah. It's-- inappropriate.

- I didn't know your friend was such a goody-goody.

Hm. [Claps hands] Okay, Doctor No Fun.

Let's go back to work.

- [ Camera shutter clicks ] - Yeah, well, you never know

where those pictures will end up, so.

- Just forget about it. It's fine.

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[ Explosion blasts ]

[ Soldiers shouting ]

- First few weeks were a reality check.

We were detaining anyone who might have access

to Saddam or to his aides.

Just hours of interrogating second rate players,

trying to make sense of useless information.

[ Speaking global language ]

Outside, it's just getting uglier.

A bomb at the Jordanian Embassy.

Resistance in Fallujah, Ramadi, Tikrit.

- Iraq is on an irreversible course

towards self-government and peace.

[ Explosion blasts ]

- The worst thing about shock and awe is

that it wears off.

But fear... - What's that sound?

- ...real fear, that runs deep.

And people in cafés, they still lower their voice

when they say Saddam's name,

afraid he might rise again.

[ Shouting in foreign language ]

Scared people give shit intel.

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- Is it always this hard?

- Nah, it's just instant. - [ Rebecca laughs ]

[ Laughs ]

- Alright, come on, Rebecca, what is it?

- Ah, it's not John being gone, it's...

...it's not knowing when he'll be back that's driving me crazy.

I can't imagine how it must have been for your poor mother.

- Well, it was a living hell.

For her and every other mother and wife and girlfriend.

They'd sit and wait for the postman to come to the door and

hopefully get a letter from the front.

- Like me staring at the phone, hoping it rings.

- Yeah.

But you know, we didn't have phones in Korea or in the 'Nam.

- Was that why Catherine left you?

[ Chuckles ]

- Well, it may be a long list of reasons, but, uh, yeah.

- When Charlie was in Iraq, could he call you?

- Yeah. He did.

And one time, he was stark raving psychotic.

- I can't imagine. I'm so sorry.

- Yeah. War is war.

This is John's first and hopefully his last.

You know what?

I've got a really good feeling that he's...

...he's just fine. He's gonna be all right.

- How?

- Faith.

Just faith.

You sure you don't want some coffee?

- Oh, no, it's-- it's getting late.

I'm already not sleeping great.

I hope he's all right.

- Rebecca, when you go to bed tonight,

just say your prayers.

That's what I do. Okay?

- [Hushed] Okay.

[ Prayers being called ]

- Rise and shine.

- [ John groans ] - We found your guy, Yusuf.

Report to the war room ASAP.

[ Busy chatter ]

- John. - Hey.

- Buddy. - Major Doyle, this is John Nixon.

Nixon, Doyle. - Nixon. - Hey.

- Any relation to Tricky Dicky?

- No, but he is tricky.

- Never heard that one before. - Alright, let's get to it.

- Okay, so good news. They've located one of your high value targets.

- You're kidding. - Yusuf.

- Bad news is Adnan's vanished.

- So where-- where's Yusuf?

- Doyle's mobilizing to bring him in.

- We move out at 2100.

- Wait-- we?

- It's time you put on your big boy pants.

- I didn't think I was gonna leave the base.

- Four months on the base, I thought you'd be

dying to get in the action. - Well-- are you coming?

- [Scoffs] Let me think about it. Um... no.

I'm a coward, remember?

- I should probably call Rebecca 'cause I promised her I...

- Stop your yammering.

Suit up.

[ Vehicle rumbling, car horns honk nearby ]

[ Helicopter chuffing overhead ]

[ Motorbikes roaring ]

[ Vehicles rumbling past ]

- This is kind of amazing.

I mean, our world, culture, it all started here.

The first laws, first city.

- Thought that was Greece. - Oh, that's centuries later.

Babylon is the cradle of civilization.

- Well, this is Iraq.

- One thing's for damn sure, it ain't Babylon.

[ Vehicles rumbling ]

This is it. We're here.

[ Boots stomping ]

Stay in the van. Too much paperwork if you get shot.

Sit tight. When it's all clear, we'll bring you in to ID.

- You kinda look like a turtle.

- Yeah, well, turtles live to be a hundred, so.

- Nervous?

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- Hey.

For your nerves.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Speaking global language ]

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- You want some jerky?

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[ Speaking global language ]

[ Doors bang open ]

[ Loud blast, woman screams ]

- Go, go, go, go! - [ Gunshot ]

- On the ground! - [ Woman shouting in global language ]

[ Loud blast ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- On the ground! Go, go, go, go!

- I'm gonna need you to keep her calm. Shut her up.

HVT wife and daughter.

Repeat, wife and daughter.

- [ Speaking global language ] - Shh.

- Shut her up!

- The mom's trying to calm her kids down.

- Move! Keep searching.

[ Doors banging open ]

[ Boy shouting ]

- Calm down!

- We have the son.

Repeat, we have the son.

No sign of HVT. - [ Radio beeps ]

[ Dogs bark nearby ]

- He's right down below us to the, uh, west.

- [ Mother gasps ] - [ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- Easy, easy, easy, easy. Easy.

As-salamu alaykum

- Okay, guys,

you can, uh, lower your weapons so we can talk.

[ Speaking global language ]

- She's asking to cover, modesty.

- Yeah, of course. Maybe your daughter could get you a scarf?

- [ Samir translating ] - Hey.

Polly, go with her.

- My name is Polly and you can trust me. Come on, let's go.

Hup, hup! Let's go, let's go, let's go.

[ Overlapping voices ]

- Come on, let's grab it.

- Listen, my name is John.

And we're looking for your husband.

[ Speaking global language ]

- She can't help. - I can guarantee your safety.

- No one's safe while you-- - Hey, hey. Hey, you calm down.

Hey, hey, hey, calm down.

- Hey! Hey, hey, go to your mom.

Here's your scarf. Put it on.

[ Speaking global language ]

- She says her husband's dead.

Been dead for a month.

- Fatima, our condolences.

May peace and blessings of Allah be on him.

- No God but Allah! My faith sustains me.

Please let us grieve in peace!

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- Relax. - [ Fatima growls ]

- Just relax.

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- You're not mourning your husband, Fatima.

- [Speaking global language] Dead!

- The Messenger of Allah says a woman should mourn

for no more than three days,

except for a husband.

Four months and ten days you should not wear colored clothes,

apply kohl to your eyes...

[ Inhales ] ...or use perfume.

So if your husband's dead...

...who's sitting at the head of the table?

- He's dead! Understand?

- Well, then you're either lying to me

or you're lying to Allah.

So which one is it, Fatima?

- Fatima. Fatima.

We're not here to hurt your husband.

We want to help.

But first we need to know where your dad is.

- You bring blood, misery!

Why we speak to you? - [ Child screaming ]

- Why we speak to you?

- [ Fatima shouting ] - Calm down.

[ Samir speaking global language ]

[ Fatima shouting in global language ]

- Hey, shh, shh. Calm down.

Calm.

Fatima, look at your daughter.

We'll take your daughter away from you. - No!

- We will take both of your children away. - No!

- I need an answer. - No answer!

I told you, he's dead!

[ Fatima crying ]

- Alright, take the kids.

[ Family screaming ]

- Don't take my kids!

[ Family screaming ]

- Fatima! [ Speaking global language ]

- Take the kids away.

Keep them separated. - [ Daughter screaming ]

- [ Fatima spits ] - [ Slap lands ]

[ Fatima screams ]

- Hey. - [ Fatima screaming ]

Use the kids.

[ Fatima screaming ]

- And break her.

[ Dogs barking in distance ]

[ Plane roars overhead ]

- Hey.

That was intense. - Mm-hm.

- Yeah.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

- Look who's here.

That's him. That's Yusuf.

- Eyes on suspect. Eyes on suspect.

Northeast corner. - Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

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[ Grunts ]

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- In pursuit of suspect. Heading down to the garage.

Are you kidding me? Come here.

- It's not my gun. - Finger on the trigger, dammit.

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- Come on.

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[ Gunshots ]

- Get back. - [ Gunshots ]

- Wait!

Don't kill him.

He's our lead to Saddam.

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[ Gunshots ]

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- Okay, here.

You take left on three. Ready? - Okay.

- Ready? One--

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

[ Gunshots ]

- Get down, get down! - [ Gunshots ]

- Get down, get down.

Stay down, stay down.

[ Speaking global language ]

[ Gunshot ]

- Yusuf! We have your family!

[ Gunshots ]

We have Fatima and the children! - Shots fired! Weapons free!

- No, no, no! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! HVT!

- Go, go, go, go! - HVT! HVT!

Don't shoot! HVT! HVT! - God damn.

- Mohammed Yusuf-- [ Speaking global language ]

Mohammed Yusuf-- [ Speaking global language ]

[ Speaking global language ]

- [ Firearm clatters ] - [ Yusuf spits ]

[ Speaking global language ]

Grab him.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Yusuf grunts ]

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- Holster that. - Well played, rookie. - Sure.

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- You did it.

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