All language subtitles for Deep.State.S02E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Well, I wake up every morning... ♪

Watch and learn, brother.

(GRUNTS) Watch and learn.

(BILLIARD BALLS CLACKING)

Aicha, you joining us?

In a minute.

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

♪ Now it's too late ♪

♪ I'm on fire ♪

♪ Burnin' up ♪

♪ I'm on fire ♪

♪ Can't get enough... ♪

(PANTING)

- You have it?
- Yes.

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

What are you going to do with it?

Give it to my boss.

- Is this the translation?
- Yes.

Okay.

- Are you okay to do this?
- Yes.

Good luck.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING, TIRES SCREECH)

- MAN: Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
- (GUNSHOT, PEOPLE SCREAMING)

- Allahu Akbar!
- (GUNS CLICKING)

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

(GUNSHOT)

Shit! We have to go!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Aicha, come on! Move it!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE STARTS)

- (REVVING)
- Go, go, go, go!

What the fuck?!

Who were those guys?!

AICHA: I have no idea.

- (GUNFIRE)
- (GASPING)

Fuck!

(GUNFIRE)

(CLICKS)

Get down!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(PANTING)

(WHISPERING): Please.

Please don't leave me.

(SHUDDERING)

Please,

don't leave me.

(SHUDDERING)

♪

♪ We tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're on the side of the angels ♪

♪ And we tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're the good guys ♪

♪ But we know ♪

♪ Our heads are in the sand ♪

♪ We know ♪

♪ Nothing ever changes ♪

♪ The same people win ♪

♪ The same people lose ♪

♪ We know the fight is fixed ♪

♪ The wars go on and on ♪

♪ And we know. ♪

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RADIO ANNOUNCER:
And coming up after the news

is analysis, but first the headlines.

BROADCASTER: Three U.S. Special
Forces have been killed

in the Malian capital Bamako in an attack

linked to Al Moctar militants.

Also killed in the ambush
was their Malian interpreter,

named locally as Aicha Konaté.

In other news...

♪

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Hey.

Hey.

Did you hear about Aicha?

Yeah.

Do you know what happened?

No. No, only what I read.

It wasn't our fault, Leyla.

Yes, it was.

But you can tell yourself it wasn't,

if it makes you feel any better.

(EXHALES)

How are you doing?

I'm good. Yeah, busy, you know?

Actually, I've got some friends
round at the moment, Leyla.

It's not really a good time.

Okay.

Bye, Harry.

Yeah. Bye.

(SIGHS)

- So, what flavor is this?
- It's strawberry.

Mmm. This isn't strawberry.
Definitely not.

- This is chocolate.
- It is strawberry.

- No, it's chocolate...
- It's pink.

Well, that's chocolate pink.

Now, look at this guy,

- in the flip-flops.
- (GIGGLES)

You know what he's thinking?
He's thinking,

"Hmm, I'm a bit cold.
I should've wore socks,

"but then no one would get
to see my pretty toes.

I love people to see my toes."

What about the dog?

NATHAN: Oh, the dog is thinking, "Hmm,

"I wonder what the smell is over here.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute,
is this chocolate?

"Oh, I love chocolate. (GASPS)

"Oh, but chocolate makes me pee.

"Oh, I'm peeing.

(LAUGHS): Oh, I'm peeing."

He's peeing!

"Please, please, will you...

will you pat me on the head while I pee?"

- (CHUCKLES)
- (LAUGHS)

You're such an idiot.

- (NATHAN LAUGHS)
- (PHONE RINGS)

All right, hold on. Yeah?

JONES: Are you in the office?

No, I am actually playing hooky
with my daughter.

We're going to see Mary Poppins
at the E Street.

It's Katie's favorite movie.

KATIE: It's not my favorite.

I'm only going to humor you.

- Nathan.
- NATHAN: Okay,

it's not her favorite.
She's only going to humor me.

- What's going on?
- So you haven't heard

the news?

About Mali.

Hey, sweetheart.

Home early?

Yeah, Dad has to go to the office.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

We'll go next Wednesday.

Same time, I promise.

Yeah, whatever.

(SIGHS) Come on, Katie.

Katie, don't be like that.

I'm just waiting for the
next excuse you're gonna make.

It's not one
that you haven't heard before.

Okay.

Well, I got to go fix her
something to eat.

Okay.

SHANNON: Al-Qaeda in the Islamic Magreb,

ISIS, Ansar al-Sharia,

al-Mourabitoun, Boko Haram,

Lord's Resistance Army, al-Shabaab.

All of these groups are flooding
into the Sahara.

The region poses a greater
potential threat

for the United States than Iraq,

Afghanistan and Syria combined.

Believe me, Mike, my government

is well aware of the challenges we face.

SHANNON: Then why are you resisting
the terms of an agreement

that we have all spent months drawing up?

Not resisting. Negotiating.

Train, advise and assist
missions will allow us

to prosecute targets more rapidly.

You want to move 25,000 troops
into our country,

a number which will no doubt increase.

You want to establish
four temporary U.S. bases,

which will no doubt become permanent.

That's a little more
than advise and assist.

One thing we learned from Iraq,
you cannot go off half-cocked,

you cannot fight these people
on the cheap.

What stops this from becoming
an all-out war?

We have no intention
of letting that happen.

You had no intention of letting
Libya become a failed state.

(WHISPERING): Sir, the president

has already publicly agreed to this.

It is my understanding
that your president

was in favor of this agreement.

DAMBA: Let me assure
you, Mr. Undersecretary,

our president is in favor of the deal,

and we are all aware

our country needs American assistance.

Yesterday's tragic attack
only confirms this fact.

SISSOKO: Who should I be addressing here?

Hmm? You?

Or you?

I'm merely an advisor, Minister.

As, I understand, are you.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Take out the translator,
that's all we asked you to do.

- She was supposed to be alone.
- Well, she wasn't alone.

You should've aborted the operation.

Things moved too fast.
They got out of hand.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm gonna need more than
your fucking apology.

Aicha is out of the picture.

How do you know?

Her body's in the morgue.

I've seen it myself.

This is gonna be a
public relations nightmare.

Now, I'm sorry for the
families, but I'm the one

who's gonna have to deal with the fallout

from this fucking thing.

Do you understand that?

Tell me that you understand that.

I understand, Nathan.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(DROPS PHONE)

TOUMI: So one possible scenario is,

uh, you're out for lunch,
a coffee, a cigarette.

The hackers take a photo of the
pass dangling from your neck,

create a fake I.D., access
the building using your barcode,

place a keystroke logger under
the desk and they're in.

What we do is bring in ethical
hackers to test your systems,

to create honeypots
to trap the attackers.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know, it wouldn't kill you
to look a little interested.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Leyla, I'm in trouble. (PANTING)

Please help me.

Help me. Please.

I'm heading to...

Hey.

This is where the briefing is, right?

TURNER: Yeah.

Good.

- Harry Clarke.
- Isaac Turner.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

(BELLS TOLLING)

You here for the briefing?

Yeah.

TURNER: I'm Isaac.

Harry.

Leyla.

Thank you. Thank you.

There you go.

Nathan Miller.

- George. Good to see you.
- And you.

- When did they put you down here?
- Uh, a couple of months ago.

- I've always said daylight's overrated.
- You and me both.

- I'd like you to meet Amanda Jones.
- It's a pleasure.

I'm looking forward to working together.

I've heard a lot about you.

Hmm, do I like the sound of that?

- Probably not.
- (CHUCKLES)

So... (CLEARS THROAT)

What couldn't you discuss over the phone?

Or are you just trying to rack
up those air miles? Hmm?

NATHAN: After the fall of Qaddafi,

fighters previously loyal to him
began flooding south,

from Libya into Niger and Northern Mali.

They're highly trained and well-armed.

Al-Qaeda wants to realize
the dream of Bin Laden's

of a new Afghanistan in the Sahara.

We did brief our ministers
on the potential blowback

before they started
dropping bombs on Tripoli.

But... you think they listened?

You ever met a politician
who looked beyond

the next election cycle, George?

NATHAN: The truth is, we
don't have a full picture

of what's going on down there.

And the Malian government

is going through the motions
of cooperating.

The U.N. has Blue Helmets on the ground,

but no surprise, they're
underfunded and overstretched,

and to be quite honest with you,

I don't know whose side they're on

half the fucking time, anyway.

What are you thinking?

We go down there, small group.

Under the radar.

See if we can get a sense of who
the players are on the ground.

And if we can, we reach out,

and we establish
a back-channel communication.

Lord knows, if we'd have reached
out to our enemies earlier

in Iraq and Afghanistan,

maybe we wouldn't have lost
30,000 coalition troops

and had to kill half a million people.

So what do you say, George,

you fancy a little time in the sun?

You can't just walk in there.

Please.

Uh, sorry. She said she knew you?

Yeah, I know her, it's fine.

It's no problem. Thank you, Mariam.

What you doing here?

- No hello?
- Hello.

What you doing here?

Gosh, security business
is treating you well.

Not quite your taste, but...

Are you gonna offer me a drink?

I've got a briefing coming up.

It's got to be more interesting
than what I've been doing.

Selling cybersecurity to men,
and it is always men

who have watched too many spy thrillers.

Got to pay the bills, right?

Why are you here, Leyla?

Play it.

(PANTING) Leyla, I'm in trouble.

Please help me.

Help me. Please.

We dragged her into this mess.

We don't know it's even connected.

We have no idea what happened
to her, since we left.

You mean since we abandoned her?

I figure we start at the bar

that got shot up,
and see if it gives us anything.

You don't know she's still alive.

This was sent yesterday.

If they wanted her dead,
they'd have got to her by now.

Jesus.

You're really not gonna help me.

Is this about us?

Is this your way of getting back at me?

I'm not that fucking petty, Leyla.

- Then what?
- I came out here

to get away from all that.

No, you came out here
to crawl under a rock, Harry.

A luxurious, well-paid rock,
I'll give you that.

I'm not getting involved.

Says the man in the gated villa

on one of the poorest nations on Earth.

Jesus.

What the fuck happened to you?

GINA: You know that I talk to you

more often than I talk to my wife?

You say that every morning.

I say it every morning
because it's a verifiable fact.

You know, you should come work for me.

(CHUCKLES) You say that
every morning, too.

Persistence is the mother of success,

or at least, so I read on some
fridge magnet, somewhere.

- You know another one I read?
- Nope.

What if the hokey-cokey
really is what it's all about?

Makes you think, huh?

You seen this bullshit?

JESSICA: Yeah.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

This Mali attack

has intelligence failure
written all over it, right?

Right.

I want Amanda Jones brought
before the committee.

I'll file a request.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

I thought you'd gone.

Evidently not.

See you tonight.

(GROANS) Love you.

See what I mean?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

SULLIVAN: You're saying the attack

wasn't premeditated?

Our initial assessment is that
the attack was spontaneous.

We believe that the soldiers
were a target of opportunity,

spotted by militants linked
to Issouf Al Moctar.

The bar in which they were spotted,

it's a popular hangout

for Western security forces, right?

That is correct, yes.

And it's likely the militants knew this?

I think that that is possible.

Then they could have been planning it?

We have, at this stage, no evidence

that this attack was premeditated.

Okay.

In the light of these...

- tragic deaths...
- SHELBY: Time, Senator.

In the light of these tragic deaths,

do you believe sending
more U.S. troops into Mali

is the right course of action?

Well, that is a policy decision.
I would never...

Not for you to comment on.
Yeah, I get the picture.

Thank you, Ms. Jones.

I yield to Senator Greening.

- Morning, Siena.
- Morning, Amanda.

- NATHAN: How'd it go?
- Oh, those things are

so fucking exhausting.

Sullivan's on her soapbox again.

That's what politicians do. Look at this.

I've been finalizing
the paperwork for repatriation.

There's only three bodies
listed at the morgue,

and they're all American.

- There's no interpreter.
- Well, she's Muslim.

Her family probably buried her already.

No, I spoke to Joseph Damba.

He said her body was in the morgue.

He said he'd seen it himself.

Filing error?

Or he's lying.

Her body never made it to the morgue,

because there isn't one.

They didn't kill her.

Pull her e-mails, would you?

(HORN HONKING)

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

We're closed.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Here. You could use some help.

I can do it.

I said I can do it!

These bastards,

they don't care the chaos
that they leave behind.

They act like it's our war.

It's not our war!

The Americans?

The mujahideen.

(CHEERING OVER TV)

Are you a tourist?

Lots of people come here
to come see the damage.

I should charge you people.

She was a friend of mine.

The interpreter.

I'm sorry.

- Did you speak to her?
- No.

She was talking to some other girl.

Her?

Yeah.

She was inside the bar?

The news said she was
a bystander in the street.

She was in here.

They sat, and they
were talking about something.

Then she gave her something.

- What?
- It was in an envelope.

I couldn't see.

Don't you think it's weird?

- What?
- That you've been eating

the same sandwich for lunch
every day since college?

It leaves my mind free

for other, more important things.

- Like what?
- Like what I'm gonna order for dessert.

Huh.

What?

3rd of May...

two days before the attack,

there's online chatter here
about the ambush.

Maybe the date's wrong.

Or they knew the soldiers were going

to be at the bar.

Get Amanda Jones on the line.

JONES: The interpreter sent

an e-mail Tuesday 4:00 a.m. local time

six hours after she
was supposed to be dead.

- Who'd she send it to?
- Leyla Toumi.

(PANTING) Leyla...

I'm in trouble.

Please help me.

Help me. Please.

I'm heading to...

Please tell me this isn't happening.

It's happening. Where's she working?

- (PHONE VIBRATING)
- Cyberswift. It's Sullivan!

Take it.

I want to know everything she knows.

This isn't a good time, Senator.

SULLIVAN (OVER PHONE):
Yeah, I get that a lot.

Hi, this is Robert Mercer,

calling for Leyla Toumi.
Is she available?

SULLIVAN: There's chatter
detailed in your own submissions

dated 3rd May,

which would mean the attack
wasn't spontaneous

and the information you gave
the committee was incorrect.

That intelligence is not verified.

Have you considered the interpreter

- might have been in on it?
- There's no

evidence to support that theory.

I'll be requesting
the Agency turn over all

and any unseen intelligence
on the interpreter

to the committee.

Thank you for your time, Ms. Jones.

NATHAN: Okay, all right,
thank you very much.

Sullivan's turning her spotlight
onto the interpreter.

It gets worse. Leyla Toumi
didn't show up for work.

I dug into the old I.D.s
she used at The Section

and look what popped up.

She traveled to Paris yesterday
and then on to Mali.

Jesus.

If Aicha's alive and Leyla
gets to her before we do...

Siena?

Get us a flight to Mali.

MCKAY: So, I get a call from
Major Markus Van de Berg,

- (DOORBELL RINGS)
- who's enquiring as

to whether we've got enough resources

to provide close protection
for his Blue Helmets.

(CHUCKLES): I mean, can you believe that?

We're guarding the U.N., now.
I mean, how much more fucked up

can this place get?

U-Uh, she's back.

Leyla Toumi. Wow.

Are you ever a sight for sore eyes?

- Adam.
- You didn't tell me she was here.

What, are you keeping her
all to yourself?

Not that I blame you. Hmm.

What is she doing here?

What are you doing here?

Taking in the sights.

Ah, right, excellent.

Well, does that include me?

(CHUCKLES)

Well, eh, more's the pity.

You really should come and work for me.

Harry's got a good thing going here.

I mean, look at this fucking place.

Easy money. Right, Harry?

Right. Um...

Yeah, sorry, Adam, can you just
give us a couple of minutes?

Yeah, sure, of course.
No, go, go knock yourselves out.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Harry.

Don't be too long though, yeah?
You are on the clock.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- Okay, what are you doing?
- Bintou Cissé.

Who?

She was with Aicha
the night of the attack.

Reports had her as a bystander.
She wasn't. She was targeted.

Aicha gave her something.

We find out what was going on,
maybe we find Aicha.

Uh, and you want me to do what, exactly?

Ask around about her.

I have no idea who she is, Leyla.

Well, ask shit-for-brains
in there. I'm pretty sure

he can find out in a heartbeat.

Look, I'm not asking him.

Why not? Oh, yeah, I forgot,
you're not getting involved.

Have you called Max
in the past eight months?

(SCOFFS) Where the fuck
has that come from?

Or Chloé? Or Lola?
No, of course you haven't.

(EXHALES)

He sold us out.

No, he saved your life.

People let you down, Harry,
it happens all the time.

Fuck it, I'll ask him.

(STAMMERS) I would really,
really appreciate you

not fucking this up for me, okay?

I'll ask him.

I'll ask him and I'll call you.

Now please, you've got to go.

Clarke. We need to get on.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

- He's a dick.
- Yeah.

A complete dick who's paying me
obscenely well.

Don't, don't be like him.

Don't be a dick.

Do you know what I used to like
about you?

When we first met,

when we first came out here,
you used to give a shit.

Where's the welcome committee, George?

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, well,
Pierre was supposed to meet us.

You wanted under the radar.

(WHITE SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

(KNOCKING)

(BROSSARD SHOUTING NEARBY)

(PIGS SNORTING)

BROSSARD: Hey!

Catch it. Catch it!

(LAUGHS): Oh!

Nice catch.

Give that man a beer, huh?

(LAUGHS)

All right, all right.

(CHUCKLES)

What? My uncle has a farm.

- Pigs?
- Mixed.

- When I was six...
- Yeah, yeah,

- I-I don't wish to interrupt.
- Sorry.

Pierre, you, you said
you were gonna pick us up.

But the pigs got out.
What was I supposed to do, huh?

- Leave them?
- No, no, no, no, no.

Pigs are very sensitive creatures.

You run a pig farm in a country
with a 90% Muslim population?

Hey, mais oui. The Chinese eat pigs.

The Chinese are all over Africa.

Huh? Bon, you look as thirsty as I feel.

Allez!

NATHAN (QUIETLY): This is your guy?
Seriously?

He knows Mali better
than anyone I ever met.

He's the very best there is.

Or was, last time I was here.

BROSSARD: You are consultants working
for Stobis, a mining prospector.

You have been hired to compile a
report on security in the area.

And tomorrow, we will drive
to an outpost near Bourem,

where we meet our guide Brahim Dayak,

who will take us into the badlands.

He knows all the players in the area,

and they will not touch you,
as long as you're with Brahim.

Unfortunately, he only speaks Tamasheq,

the language of the Tuareg.

(SPEAKING IN TAMASHEQ)

Which means lucky for you.

I speak Tamasheq, too, huh?

- Santé.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

(EXHALES)

You feeling happier?

A little.

He was worried about me, wasn't he?

- I was.
- Yes, I know I,

I look like a drunk.

That is because I drink too much.

(LAUGHS)

Well, everyone gets a sweetie.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well,
Turner sorted himself out.

What do you know about him?

Not much.

He's one of White's pet projects,

being fast-tracked.

- Leyla, you take the sofa.
- That's okay.

- I sleep better on the floor.
- Hey, don't be polite.

I'm many things, Harry Clarke,
but polite is not one of them.

(CHUCKLES)

What did you make of Amanda Jones?

Well, she seems competent enough.

She has a double major in law
from Georgetown.

Be nice, George.

You're gonna be working with her.

You're retiring?

Private sector.

All that glitters.

- It's not the money.
- Fuck off.

(LAUGHS)

It's not only the money.

I've lost my sense of humor.

I never knew you had one.

Exactly.

It's the whole thing

has just become
so damn politicized, George.

I mean, I'm not...

I'm not naive.

I know we're not always the good guy.

I just never really
considered myself that bad.

TOUMI: I honestly think

the only reason they hired me
is because I speak Arabic.

If it wasn't for the war on terror,

I'd probably be running drugs.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

What about you?

Oh, well, White recruited me.

Yeah, he and my dad were colleagues.

- Your dad was in the service?
- Mm-hmm.

Figures.

(CHUCKLES) What's that supposed to mean?

You've got that earnest thing about you.

Yeah, dedicated, fighting the good fight.

Yeah, I may have been told that before.

But-but, hey, isn't that the point?

Wish I had your certainty.

Have you ever worked with your dad?

No. No, he, um, he died.

On duty?

Lymphoma.

- I'm sorry.
- He was...

we didn't talk.
He wasn't really around, so...

We should go to bed.

We should go to sleep.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Did we really have to bring him?

Cicero loves to travel.

He gets lonely if I go without him.

I'll take him. I don't mind.

All yours, mate.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

(SNIFFLES)

(TIRE POPS, SCREECHES)

Oh, oh...

- Everybody okay?
- NATHAN: Yeah.

Putain.

Don't worry, we'll be back
on track in no time.

Ah, shit. We have a leak.

A stone must have hit the radiator pipe.

(GRUNTING)

(RATCHET CLICKING)

Pierre.

- BROSSARD: What?
- Pierre...

BROSSARD: I'm a little
occupied here, George.

I've seen them.
They're not going to worry us.

Now, if I could only get this thing...

Jesus! Come on!

- (BROUSSARD SCREAMS)
- WHITE: Fuck.

Lift! Lift! Everybody, lift it.

(VAN CREAKING)

Come on! A little bit more.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Right now!

Little bit more, little bit
more, little bit more!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

(SHOUTS)

WHITE: Get him out.

(SHOUTS)

You're okay, buddy.
You're gonna be okay. All right?

(PANTING)

Fuck!

(EXHALING)

Fuck.

What we gonna do?

We fix up the truck and keep going.

We have to rendezvous
with our guide in Bourem.

We're not leaving him like this.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Was he religious?

I don't know.

When I come to the end of the
road and the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,

why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not for long,

and not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that once we shared,

miss me,

and now let me go.

(CICERO BLEATING)

Well, we can't exactly take him with us.

We're gonna need an interpreter.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Au revoir.
- Merci.

As-salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Et je suis Harry Clarke.

MENNA: Merci beaucoup.

(SNIFFS)

(CHUCKLES)

Studied it at university in Bamako.

We have work for you if you want it.

I have work here.

Make yourself useful.

Are you from the highway?

No, um...

The Chinese are building a
highway 50 miles east of here.

Sometimes their workers pass through.

No, we, uh, we need a translator.

For what?

Eh, we're meeting a guide at Bourem,

- and he only speaks Tamasheq.
- We work for a mining company.

We'd only need you for a couple of days.

Nice papers. I don't believe you.

But I have mouths to feed,
so yes, I'll take your money.

Great.

Oh. You think I'm a fool.

Is that it?

Okay.

I know what you people get paid.

Double that, and I'll give you
a free bar of soap.

Wait... okay, this is
literally all I've got.

(MONEY SHUFFLING)

Oh, I like this boy.

But he should, um, how do you say?

Lighten up?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

AICHA: I live in Bamako.

I'm only here for a few months,
working on the health project.

Salut!

BOTH: Aicha!

(LAUGHTER)

HARRY: Enchanté.

- TOUMI: Enchanté.
- (SPEAKS IN FRENCH)

Uh, this is a friend of mine, Oumou.

Oumou...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You think she was al-Qaeda?

Led them into the ambush?

- Maybe.
- NISREEN: Todd Wilson's outside.

I didn't schedule him.

(SIGHS)

Show him in.

(DOOR CLOSES)

She's ready for you.

Meaghan.

This is a nice surprise, Todd.

Unemployment in Cincinnati crept
above six percent last month.

I'm aware of that.

And all the indicators are
it's not even peaked.

And I'm doing everything I can.

You're a hardworking senator, Meaghan.

No one doubts that.

But don't you think the voters
are more concerned with what

you're doing to help 'em
find jobs than about what...

the CIA have or haven't told you

about that terrible tragedy in Mali?

Popular incumbent you may be, but...

primary opposition next year's
fixing to be fierce.

Maybe we take a rain check
on Thursday's fund-raiser.

Maybe that'll help you focus
on the job in hand.

You know, Todd,
I'm old enough to remember

when members of this party
had a backbone.

Yeah, well, fortunately,
those days are long gone.

You think about the people
you serve, Senator.

Like Todd Wilson?

I'll see myself out.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

- And?
- He knows about my conversations

with Amanda Jones. He just warned me off.

Why?

NISREEN: They got the translation wrong.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Sorry, what?

They got the Arabic translation wrong.

The chatter they picked up,

the militants talking about hadaf,

- that means "target," okay?
- Okay.

But there's this one guy,
he talks about the turjuman,

uses it two, three times
when talking about the target.

- Which means what?
- "Translator" or "interpreter."

Maybe the soldiers weren't
the target of the attack.

- Maybe she was.
- It's possible.

Interpreters were targets all the time

in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Okay, but, why lie about it?

Maybe that explains
why I just had the pleasure

of Todd Wilson's company.

You smell that?

What?

Cover-up.

JANSEN: Leyla Toumi.

My name is Lars Jansen.

It's okay, I'm on your side.

Aicha Konaté sent us.

Where is she?

She's safe. We can take you to her.

(TOUMI SIGHS)

That's great news.

That's really,
that's great news, is she...

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKING)

(PANTING)

(URINATING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Mariam?

♪

Shit! I almost fucking shot you,
Leyla, Jesus.

(PANTING)

Jesus, what happened to you?

Who did you talk to about
Aicha's friend at the bar?

Hey, sit down, sit down.

Let me get a look at you.

McKay, right?

You spoke to McKay.

- Anyone else?
- No, no, it was just McKay.

(QUIETLY): Did you talk to anyone else?

It was just McKay, all right? I promise.

He's involved.

He sent his fucking goons after me!

Okay, you don't know that.

You don't know who else he's spoken to.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Shit.

It's all right,
maybe they're just here for me.

Maybe you can just hand me over,
you know?

Stay out of it.

(SIGHS)

Shit.

Out the back.

♪

This must be it.

Hello?

What is the name of the guide?

WHITE: Brahim Dayak.

WHITE: Anything?

Yeah, the beds are made up.

Someone's staying here.

It's still warm.

Hello?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello?

Fuck.

Jesus.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

We got two bodies in the back.

There's another one in the hut.

Hey! Hey!

Back here! He's alive!

(DISTANT): He's alive!

It's all right,
it's all right, stay with us.

- He's still breathing. He's still breathing.
- Okay, okay.

All right.

Aicha!

Get over here.

Tell him, tell him he's gonna be okay.

(SPEAKING IN TAMASHEQ)

- There's no wound.
- Internal bleeding.

Talk to him, try to keep him conscious.

(SPEAKING IN TAMASHEQ)

WHITE: No, no, no, you
stay with me, you stay.

Don't you fucking die on me.

Oh, fuck!

(ENGINE APPROACHING)

TOUMI: Aicha, get inside.

Isaac, get her out of here.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.