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Man: united 1523, did you hear
your company... did you hear, uh...

Man 2: we were just
answering your call.

We did hear that yelling, too.
(Overlapping radio chatter)

Man 3: we couldn't tell
what it was either.

Man 4: united 93...

Man 5: has he turned
to the east now?

Man 6: please state
your emergency.

Woman: the flight attendant
is advising our reps

that the pilot
and everyone's been stabbed.

Woman 2: and we can't breathe.

I don't know. I think
we're getting hijacked.

Man 7: ...Hijacked aircraft
headed towards New York.

Man 8: is this real world or exercise?
No, this is not an exercise.

Woman: can anybody
get up to the cockpit?

Woman 2: what's going on, Betty?

Betty, talk to me.

Man 9: a plane just crashed
into the world trade center.

Woman 2: I think
we might have lost her.

Man 10: hey, mom,
I'm sure that you've heard

that a plane crashed
into world trade center one.

We're fine. We're in
world trade center two.

Woman 3: I'm on a plane
that's been hijacked.

I hope to be able to
see your face again, baby.

I love you. Bye.

Man 11: we got reports of
another incoming plane.

We may have to take cover
in the stairwell.

(Man screaming)

(Overlapping chatter)

Man 12: lieutenant brown, ladder 18.
One of the towers just collapsed.

Woman 4: hello, ma'am?
Woman 5: help!

Man 13: that tower just came
down on top of everybody!

Woman 6: are they gonna be
able to get somebody up here?

Woman 7: of course, ma'am.
We're coming up to you.

Well, there's no one here yet,

and the floor's
completely engulfed.

We're on the floor
and we can't breathe.

Hold on one second, please.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I'm gonna die. Ma'am...

I'm gonna die, I know it.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.

Please, god.

You're doing a good job, ma'am.

You're doing a good job.
You're doing fine.

It's so hot. I'm burning up.

Ma'am, you are fine.
They're gonna come get you.

Can anyone hear me?

Oh, my god.

(Voices fade)

(Lock clanks)

(Door creaks)

(Footsteps)

(Lock rattling) (Clanking)

I own you, ammar.

You belong to me.

Look at me.

If you don't look at me when
I talk to you, I hurt you!

You step off this mat,
I hurt you!

If you lie to me,
I'm gonna hurt you!

Now, now look at me!

Look at me, ammar!

(Ammar grunts)

Come on.

(Knocking on door)

(Door creaks open)

(Lock clanks)

Nobody talks to him.

Door guard: Roger that.

Are we gonna board these
windows up or what?

Just off the plane
from Washington.

Rocking your best suit for your
first interrogation. (Chuckles)

And you get this guy.

They're not always this intense.

I'm fine.

Well, just so you know,
it's gonna take a while.

He has to learn
how helpless he is.

Come on, let's get a coffee.

No, we should go back in.

There's no shame if you want
to watch from the monitor.

All right. Huh?

Might want to put this on.

You're not wearing one.

Is he ever getting out?

Never.

Let's go.

(Indistinct radio communication)

(Lock clanks)

Right now,

all this is about, simply,

is you coming to terms
with your situation.

It's you and me, bro.

I want you to understand
that I know you,

that I've been studying and
following you for a very long time.

I could've had you
killed in Karachi,

but I didn't, I let you live,

so that you and I could talk.

Then you beat me

when my hands are tied.

So I won't talk to you.

Well, life isn't
always fair, my friend.

Did you really think
that when we got you,

I would be a nice fucking guy?

You're a mid-level guy.

You're a garbage man
in the corporation!

Why should I respect you, huh?

Why?

And you're a money man.

Paperboy.

A disgrace to humanity.

You and your uncle murdered
3,000 innocent people.

Yeah.

I have your name
on a $5,000 transfer

via western union
to a 9/11 hijacker.

And you got popped with

150 kilograms of high
explosives in your house!

And then you dare question me?

(Laughs)

Come on, man,
I'm fucking with you.

(Laughs)

I don't want to
talk about 9/11 yet.

What I want to focus on
is the Saudi group.

That there is hazem al-kashmiri.

And I know this dude is
up to some serious shit.

What I want from you
is his Saudi e-mail.

Ammar, bro, I know
that you know this dude.

Just give me his e-mail

and I will give you a blanket.

I will give you a blanket
and some solid food.

I know that you know him.

I told you before,
I won't talk to you.

Have it your way. Let's go.

Come on.

When you lie to me,

I hurt you.

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

(Muffled grunting)

Grab me the bucket. Huh?

Come on, grab the bucket!

Put some water in it.

Come on, let's go!

Come on, give it to me.

Hazem was
a friend of Ramzi Yousef.

You guys met in Iran,
back in the '90s.

Ammar: I don't know!

(Gasping)

Fuck you!

(Muffled screaming)

Dan: give me the e-mails of
the rest of the Saudi group.

Give me one e-mail
and I will stop this!

(Muffled grunting)

Who's in the Saudi group?

And what's the target?

Where was the last time
you saw bin laden?

Where was the last time
you saw bin laden, huh?

You know, when you
lie to me, I hurt you.

(Gagging)

(Gasping)

This is what
defeat looks like, bro.

Your jihad is over.

(Gasping)

Get him up.

(Panting)

Try to understand
the concept here.

Okay, I have time, you don't.

I have other things
to do, but you don't.

It's cool that you're strong.
I respect it, I do.

But in the end,
everybody breaks, bro.

It's biology.

(Knocking)

(Horns honking)

(Men talking quietly)

Can you open the trunk, ma'am?

It's clear.

Bradley: how'd it go
the other night?

Dan: it was good. I mean,
the local cops needed

a little tactical help, but
he's tier fucking one, baby.

That's your moneymaker
right there.

And this is the guy
that's k.S.M.'S nephew?

Yeah. What's his issue?

He's being a dick.

If he's trying to outsmart you,

why don't you tell him
about your Ph.D.

Yeah. No, but I am gonna have to
turn up the heat on this asshole.

He needs to give up
the Saudi group now.

He's got to have that,
given the family ties.

He's tight with his uncle, he's got
his prints all over the 9/11 money.

He's got them in his head,
he needs to disclose them.

All right.

Good.

Bill, she's good to go.

I'll get her
the right one tomorrow.

(Tapping)

Was I lying or what?

(Lock buzzes, clicks)

Uh, Maya, this is
Joseph Bradley,

our illustrious station chief.

Joe and I did Iraq together.

It's nice to meet you.

You, too, sir.

How was your flight?

Fine.

And she's been having a great
time since she got in.

Isn't that right?

Good. How do you like
Pakistan so far?

It's kind of fucked up.

You volunteered
for this, didn't you?

No.

(Blip) (Keypad beeping)

(Lock buzzes, clicks)

Third floor, northeast corner.

You don't think she's a little
young for the hard stuff?

Washington says she's a killer.

Oh...

Children's crusade, huh?

They want to put the next
generation on the field.

Listen, I've got a meeting
with isi in 20 minutes.

They're slow-rolling us
in Lahore,

you might want to
bitch about that.

(Phone ringing) (Quiet chatter)

(Sniffles)

George w. bush:
my fellow Americans...

Jack: did I tell you this?

That, uh, this dude in Malaysia,

he tells the Malaysian station

that his nephew works with
a guy who knows a guy...

Here we go. Hold on.

He goes to a big feast in
Bangkok about a year ago.

Guest of honor?

(Malay accent) usama bin laden.

I said, "was Tupac there, too?"

This is worth
five million bucks.

You know we're gonna
have to chase it down.

Hey, that's me, man,
no job too small.

That's why I have
a gift for you, my friend.

Everyone, this is Maya. Hey.

Maya, everyone. Please don't
ask her how it's going

with ammar, 'cause she's not
gonna fucking tell you.

Ammar is withholding?

Washington assesses abu faraj is
officially our new number three.

Dan: he's the best man for it.

Jack: uh, yeah, the London
station's already asking

if he's contacting
anybody in the u.K.

Like we're just keeping
it from them? Yeah.

Uh, Jordanians are being really
helpful with ammar's transit papers.

Any imminent threats in here?

Oh, they want
a consulate, a marriott,

it's low security.

And they've got majid kahn

talking about
gas stations in the U.S.

And that's a conversation?

Honestly, there are
600 questions in there.

I'd do Heathrow, the Saudis...

Does it matter what faraj
thinks about Heathrow?

How much latitude
does he get to pick targets?

Dan: I think
he'll give up the Saudis,

but Heathrow's gonna be tough.

Anyway, uh...
Anything from last night?

Quetta base thinks they have a
bead on the arabs that escaped.

They're meeting with isi this
afternoon, hopefully set up

a raid down there. Great.

Jeremy: and Lahore reporting

isi was painfully
slow last night, again.

They're beginning to think
it's not incompetence.

I agree. I spoke to
the chief about that.

Yeah. Anything on bin laden?

"A farmer on the Afghan border
near tora bora reports

a diamond-shaped
pattern in the hills,

tall male in the
center of the diamond

flanked by four guards."
Consistent with ubl's movements.

Jeremy: that's supposed to
be his royal guard?

No, that's pre-9/11 behavior.

We have no reason to believe

he's changed security tactics.

We invaded Afghanistan,
that's a reason.

Hey, boss, I got
a guy, for $5,000 bucks,

he can set up a taxi stand
and snoop around a bit.

No. Don't need him. Sorry, the
diamond sighting's bullshit.

Uh, see if the paks will send
someone to talk to the farmer.

Anything else? No?

All right, let's put some runs on
the board against faraj, okay?

Talk to the case officers
who didn't see fit

to make it today and thank them.

Jeremy: tora bora?

Jessica: uh-huh. Yeah. Good.

(Man singing in arabic
over speakers)

(Grunts softly)

(Grunts softly)

(Singing continues in distance)

(Sighs)

(Heavy metal rock music blaring)

(Lock clanks) (Door creaks open)

(Music stops)

Come on. Here we go. Here we go.

Let's just, uh...

Let's take it easy today, huh?

(Sighs softly)

Hungry?

The food in here sucks,
so I got you some of this.

Good, huh?

Richard Reid.

Oh, man,
I was thinking about him.

Guy gets a bomb
in a shoe on a plane.

(Chuckles)
UN-fucking-believable.

You know him, don't you?

Yes.

I'm glad you said that.

I, uh, got an e-mail
from you to him.

I got all your come
for years, bro.

Who, um...

Who else is in your Saudi group?

I just handed out

some cash for them.

I didn't know who the guys were.

When you lie to me,

I hurt you.

Please.

I believe you.

I do, I believe you.

Hmm?

Good, huh?

Do you want the water again?

Or do you want something else?

Water?

(Whispering) please.

Just give me a name.

I don't know.

I don't know! I don't know!

Come on, let's go.

Bring him up.

Here we go.

You see how this works?

You don't mind if my female colleague
there checks out your junk, do you?

No?

Good.

Dude, you shit your pants?

You stay here. I'll be back.

(Knocking)

(Door closes)

Your friend is an animal.

Please, help me.

Please.

You can help yourself
by being truthful.

(Door screeches open)

(Footsteps approaching)

This is a dog collar.

(Grunting)

No! Come on.

No!

Dan: come on. Come on.

There you go. There you go.

(Panting)

You determine how I treat you.

Dan: huh?

Come on. Come on.

I got you.

Huh?

Huh? Huh?

Come on.

(Chain rattling)

Come on.

You're my dog, I gotta walk you.

What the fuck do you think
is going on, ammar?

Wahleed has already
told me that you know.

Hmm?

Here we go. Come on,
you're almost there.

There we go. There we go.

All right. This box
here, this box sucks.

Now, I'm gonna put you in it.

When is the attack?

When is the attack?

(Grunts weakly)

What? What?

Sunday.

Sunday where? No, whoa, whoa.
Sunday where?

Sunday? This Sunday
or next Sunday?

Where? Where?

Monday.

What?

Tuesday.

Come on, ammar,
is it Sunday or Monday?

Partial information
will be treated as a lie.

Come on, let's go. Thursday.

Come on, which day is it?

Partial information, you're
gonna go in the box! Huh?

Partial information
is treated as a lie!

(Yelling) let's go!

Saturday! In the box you go.

Huh? In the box you go.

Saturday!

Come on.

Monday!

Tuesday!

Huh? There we go. Friday!

Come on, let's go, come on!

Hang on, hang on, hang on,
hang on, hang on.

(Weakly) Sunday.

Monday.

Thursday.

Dan: ammar, which day is it?

Ammar: Tuesday.

Which day?

Friday.

Ammar, which day?

Thursday.

Friday.

(Lid clanks)

(Men shouting)

(People screaming)

(Shouting, screaming continue)

(Shouting) (Screaming)

Man over TV: ...A targeted attack
against westerners and foreigners.

When you look at the breakup
of casualties, you can see

that non-muslims were killed
and so were Americans.

Don't worry about the Saudis.

They'll take care of business.

Yeah, now.

You warned them, they
didn't take you seriously.

This is what happens.
It's not on you.

Who said that, huh, zeid?
Fuck him. This is on me.

Ammar is on me. And it's on her.
Jessica: no, no, no, no.

You had what, days, brief
custody, unresponsive ally?

Dan: we cannot let this
be a win-win for a.Q.

Jessica: the way you do this
is look ahead.

London, Heathrow, mass casualties.
That plan is still active.

Maya: ammar doesn't have
a clue about what happened.

Oh, he knows. How?

Oh, you have to be
really careful with people

in k.S.M.'S circle,
they're devious.

Maya: he's not gonna talk about
attacks on the homeland.

He's gonna withhold
operational details on

the k.S.M. Network
and probably bin laden.

But he's been in
complete isolation.

He doesn't know we failed.
We could tell him anything.

What, bluff him?

He hasn't slept, Dan.

He's clueless.

(Door creaks)

Dan: you don't remember, do you?

Well, short-term memory loss is

a side effect of
sleep deprivation,

so it should come back to you.

(Helicopter passing in distance)

I don't know.

How can I remember?

Maya: after we kept you
awake for 96 hours,

you gave us the name of
some of your brothers,

and you helped save the lives
of a lot of innocent people.

Which is the smart thing to do.

You're starting to think for yourself.
Maya: mmm-hmm.

Come on, eat up, man.

Some hummus. Tabouleh.
Don't know what that is.

Some figs. You earned it.

So, uh, you flew via
Amman to Kabul, yeah?

Hang out with your uncle.
Mukhtar.

How did you know that?

Told you, man, I know you.

All right, you got me. You
did, you got me. (Chuckles)

Flight manifests.

It must be pretty fucked up
for you guys after 9/11.

What'd you do, um, what'd
you do after the invasion?

Before you went back to pesh.

After 9/11, we had to choose,

fight to protect
our turf, or run.

And you chose to fight, yeah?

We wanted to kill Americans.

Dan: yeah.

Ammar: we tried to
get into tora bora,

but the bombing was too high.

We couldn't cross.

I'm sorry, who's the
"we" in that sentence?

Me and some other guys

who were hanging around
at that time.

You know, I can always go and
eat with some other dude,

hang you back up to the ceiling.

Hamza rabia.

Khabab al-masri.

And abu Ahmed.

Who's abu Ahmed?

I've heard of the other guys.

He was a computer guy
with us at the time.

After tora bora,

I went back to pesh,
as you know.

Dan: mmm-hmm.

And he went north, I think.

To kunar.

What's his family name?

Abu Ahmed al-Kuwaiti.

Abu Ahmed means "father
of Ahmed." It's a kunya.

Ammar, I know
the difference between

a war name and an arabic name.

She got you there, dude.

I swear to you both,
I don't know his family name.

I would have never asked him
something like that.

It's not how my uncle worked.

I know.

My uncle told me
he worked for bin laden.

I did see him once.

About a year ago, in Karachi.

He read us all

a letter from the sheik.

Maya: a letter?

What'd it say?

Cigarette?

(Lighter clicks)

He said, "continue the jihad."

"The work will go on
for a hundred years."

Dan: you and I are gonna
talk about some of the guys

in the training camps. Yeah?

(Arabic accent) okay.

Some of these brothers
have done some bad things.

What I want to do is I want to separate
them from the people like you.

Definitely, yeah.

All right, a guy called
abu Ahmed from Kuwait.

Yes, I remember him.

A nice guy.

How close was he? What was his
relationship to the leadership?

I don't know.
Did he eat with you guys?

Did he eat with the good guys or
did he eat with the leadership?

I don't know, sir.
I have no idea about...

Yes, you do. You don't
need an idea about...

(Tapping keys)

When you met
Khalid shaikh Mohammed,

was this one of
the facilitators?

Is this abu Ahmed?

Yes.

Interrogator: k.S.M., your boss.

I call him mukhtar.

Interrogator: mukhtar.
"Po-tay-to," you say "po-tah-to."

I say "fucking k.S.M.,"
you say "mukhtar, " okay?

After mukhtar was captured,

what did abu Ahmed do?

Abu Ahmed, I believe...

I believe he went to

to work for the sheik.

(Man and woman
speaking in arabic over TV)

In Karachi in 2003, or 2004.

He was carrying
a letter from bin laden?

(Voices fade)

(Footsteps)

(Man panting over TV)

Is that him?

(Panting)

Is that him? Abu Ahmed.

Interrogator: say it again?
Man: abu Ahmed.

Abu Ahmed. Abu Ahmed.

(Taps key)

Interrogator: abu Ahmed.

(Interrogator speaking French)
(Speaking French)

Who knows who works directly
for bin laden.

Let's say he's part of the mix.

Were there other people who
carried messages from bin laden?

Sure.

How many other people?

Let's talk about them.

(Taps key)

(Sighs)

How's the needle
in the haystack?

Fine.

Facilitators come and go.

One thing you can
count on in life

is that everyone wants money.

You're assuming that
al-qaeda members

are motivated by
financial rewards.

They're radicals.

Correct.

You're assuming that, uh,
greed won't override ideology

in some of the weaker members.

Money for walk-ins worked
great in the cold war,

I'll give you that.

Thank you.

(Men speaking arabic)

He says he looks like abu Ahmed.

Who did he work for?

(Men speaking arabic)

It was mostly with abu faraj.

They were always together.

What did he do for faraj?

(Men speaking arabic)

He carried messages
from faraj to bin laden

and from bin laden
back to faraj.

We need to ask him something

to see if he's
telling the truth.

We don't know
if he really knew faraj.

(Men speaking arabic)

He just told me the names of
all of abu faraj's children.

I think he's telling the truth.

Maya: 20 detainees recognize
that photo of abu Ahmed.

They say he's part of
an inner circle of guys

that was hanging out
in Afghanistan pre-9/11.

A lot of them say that after
9/11, he went to work for k.S.M.

When k.S.M. Was captured,
he went to work for abu faraj,

primarily as a courier
from faraj to bin laden.

Well, that's good,
but you still...

Yeah, but we don't know if abu's
on the outside of the network,

a series of cutouts
and dead drops,

or if he has a direct
connection to bin laden.

I mean, does bin laden invite
him into the living room

and hand him a letter directly

or is abu just the last guy
in a long line of couriers,

and that's why
everybody knows him?

Bradley: that's not all
you don't know.

You don't have his real name,

you don't have a clue
of where he is.

Yes, but we know
that he's important.

The fact that everybody's
heard of abu Ahmed,

but nobody will tell me
where he is suggests that.

Maybe.

Detainees could
withhold his location

for any number of reasons.

Perhaps they don't know.

Perhaps this abu is
actually a cover story

and he's really
a fucking unicorn.

But the withholding doesn't reveal
what you want it to, does it?

No.

Bradley: and
if you did find him,

you don't know that
he'd be with bin laden.

We don't know
what we don't know.

What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?

It's a tautology.

Listen, not one single detainee

has said that he's been
located with the big guy,

just that he delivers
messages, am I wrong?

No.

No.

It's still good work.

Let me know when you get
some actionable intelligence.

Preferably something
that leads to a strike.

(Sirens wailing)

Man over TV: this is what
remains of the number 10 bus,

which was traveling through tavistock
square near euston station.

There'd been explosions

near liverpool street and
edgware road stations, too.

Dozens of the survivors
were critically injured,

but many of the wounded were also
keen to share their stories.

We'd just pulled
out of edgware road.

And next thing I know, there's a
loud, uh... a large flash of light.

Uh, felt a burning
sensation on my hands,

put my hands up to my face.

I was on the floor
by that point.

Yeah, I can't recall anything prior
to that, any noise, any bang.

Man: normal life in
one of the busiest parts

of the capital has
now been suspended,

as just a few yards
down the road here

they continue to
care for the injured.

And all around,
groups of londoners

are standing on corners,
asking themselves

what has happened here and who
could possibly have done this.

(Chittering)
(Helicopters passing overhead)

Come on.

You, too. Come on.

You agency guys are twisted.

Detainee's ready for you.

Come on. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(Laughs)

(Jet engine roaring)

(Lock buzzes) (Door clanks open)

(Thunder rumbling)

Maya: I want you to
understand that I know you.

I've been following you and
studying you for a long time.

I chased you in Lahore.

I had you picked up
instead of killing you

because you're not a violent man

and you don't deserve to die.

Thank you.

But you do have
deep ties to al-qaeda

I want to ask you about

before you get sent
to your next location,

which might be Israel.

However, depending on how
candid you are here today,

I may be able to
keep you in Pakistan.

What do you want to know?

I'm gonna ask you
a series of questions

based on your
knowledge of al-qaeda

and your position as key
financier for the organization.

I have dealt
with the mukhabarat.

I have no wish
to be tortured again.

Ask me a question,
I will answer it.

What can you tell me about
atiyah abd al-rahman?

He works for zawahiri.

He's in charge of
military tactics.

In what context have you ever
heard the name abu Ahmed?

He works for
faraj and bin laden.

He is his most trusted courier.

(Thunder rumbling softly)

What makes you say that?

He brought me many messages
from the sheik.

Where did you last see him
and where is he now?

You will never find him.

Why is that?

Even I couldn't find him.

He always contacted me
out of the blue.

He is one of the
disappeared ones.

(Man singing in arabic
over speakers)

You know how this works?

God willing,
we won't have to use it.

Just act naturally.

(Kids laughing)
(Chattering playfully)

(Men shouting in urdu)

(Guns cocking)

(Shouting continues)

(Phones ringing) (Typing)

(Quiet chatter)

(Door opens)

You're in luck. I got you
a one-on-one with faraj.

Seriously? Thank you!

Don't you thank me until
you hear what I want for it.

I want you to take care of all
this before your favorite subject.

Deal.

Don't you want to see
what's in the folder?

You want family ties,
financial networks,

media sources,
disgruntled employees,

imminent threats,
homeland plots,

foreign sales, health status,
financial resources...

Thank you!

Tradecraft, recruiting tactics.
Anything else?

No, I think that covers it.

Yeah.

Dan: huh?

"If what they say is true,

the Shaolin and the wu tang
could be dangerous."

What do you like to be called?
Faraj? Farij?

Fuzzy? Come on.

Hey, what do you like?
You like a bit of, uh...

You guys like a bit of Bob Marley?
Bit of reggae?

Kick back, take it easy after
you've blown some shit up?

Huh?

No?

You got some
Libyan music you like?

You did the u.K.
Bombings, right?

You know, you're the second
number three I've captured.

I got k.S.M.

Can I be honest with you?

I'm bad fuckin' news.

I'm not your friend.

I'm not gonna help you.

I'm gonna break you.

Any questions?

No?

All right, you haven't
eaten in 18 hours.

We need to keep your energy up.

You hungry?

(Grunting)

(Gasping)

A lot of brothers told us abu
Ahmed was bin laden's courier

and that he worked
very closely with you.

You are thinking of abu Khalid.

Who?

Ai-baluchi.

My courier for the sheik.

Okay.

So you're telling me

all the other brothers are wrong

and there's some
famous baluchi guy

working for you and bin laden
that I've never even heard of.

Why should you have
heard of him?

What does this
baluchi guy look like?

Tall. Long white beard.

Thin.

He uses a cane.

Kind of like Gandalf.

Who?

When was the last time
you saw him?

A month ago. In Karachi.

But I don't know
where he is now.

Sometimes,
I wouldn't even see him.

He would just tell me

where to leave the messages.

You're not being fulsome
in your replies.

You cannot force me

to tell you something
I don't know.

You do realize
this is not a normal prison.

You determine
how you're treated.

And your life is gonna be
very uncomfortable

until you give me
the information I need.

Where exactly is abu Ahmed
living at the moment?

(Helicopter passing overhead)

(Muffled grunting)

(Panting)

Maya: faraj is completely
denying knowing abu Ahmed.

That's using
every measure we have.

Well, he's either
gonna keep withholding

or he's gonna die from the
pressure you're putting on him.

Hey, you want to
take a run at him?

No.

No? No.

Since when no?

You know,
I was meaning to tell you,

I'm getting out of here.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just...

You know, I think I've seen
too many guys naked.

It's got to be over a fucking
hundred at this point.

I need to go and do something
normal for a while.

Like what?

Go to Washington.

Do the dance, see how that
environment works.

(Chuckles)

You should come with me.

Yeah, be my number two.

You're looking a little
strung out yourself.

I'm not gonna find
abu Ahmed from D.C.

They killed my monkeys.

Some bullshit about escaping.

You fucking believe that?

Sorry, Dan. Yeah, I know.

Look, Maya, you got to be real
careful with the detainees now.

Okay? Politics are changing,

and you don't want
to be the last one

holding a dog collar when the
oversight committee comes.

I know. Yeah?

And watch your back

when you get back to Pakistan.

Everyone knows you there now.

(Laughter) (Light applause)

(People conversing quietly)

Sorry.

Fucking checkpoints.

Jessica: Maya? Yeah?

We're socializing. Be social.

Okay.

(Glasses clink)

Look, I know abu Ahmed

is your baby, but it is time
to cut the umbilical cord.

No, it's not.

So faraj went south
on you, it happens.

There are still cells
in London and Spain

who are planning
the next round of attacks.

I can work on it
at the same time.

Plus, I think it's a
good thing he lied. No.

Not at the expense of protecting
the homeland, you can't...

Wait a minute,
why is it a good thing?

You sound just like Bradley,

he doesn't believe
in my lead, either.

It's a good thing
because the fact that

faraj withheld on abu Ahmed
is very revealing.

The only other thing
faraj lied about

was the location of
bin laden himself.

That means faraj
thinks abu Ahmed

is just as important
to protect as bin laden.

That confirms my lead.

Or it's confirmation bias.

Mmm.

(Coughs)

(Clears throat)

We're just worried
about you, okay?

Is that okay to say?

I mean, look how
run-down you are.

(Sighs)

Where's Jack?

Probably stuck in some
checkpoint somewhere.

Mmm.

You two hooked up yet?

(Chuckles) hello, I work with him.
I'm not that girl that fucks.

It's unbecoming.

So? Little fooling around
wouldn't hurt you.

(Sighs)

So no boyfriend.

Mmm-mmm.

You got any friends at all?

(Cell phone buzzing)

It's Jack.

Hey.

That's okay.

(Mouthing)
he's stuck in traffic.

(People screaming)

(Alarm beeping)

(People coughing)

Come on!

Come on!

(People coughing)
(Talking urgently in urdu)

There's an exit! (Gasps)

Oh, no! Shit.

Come on, over here!

(People crying) (Coughing)

(People screaming and shouting)

Man over TV: the blast left
a crater 10 meters,

or 30 feet wide,
in front of the hotel.

Police tell CNN
the driver of the truck bomb

tried to talk his way past the
hotel's steel security gate.

When armed guards said no,
police said the driver

detonated more than
2,000 pounds of explosives.

The marriott, one of the most
popular destinations for locals

and westerners in Islamabad,
now destroyed.

(Bird screeches in distance)

(Men speaking urdu)

Jessica: the jords have a mole!

Maya: what?

He made this video to
prove his bona fides.

Shut up!

Humam Khalil al-balawi.

He's a Jordanian doctor.

(Men speaking urdu over video)
he's right there in the inner circle.

I don't buy it.

Didn't you tell me yourself
nobody turns on al-qaeda?

The jords have worked him
for a year, dinners, money.

They convinced him
it's his patriotic duty

to turn on al-qaeda
and get rich doing it.

Yeah, well, so the jords say.

Maya: yeah, you're right.

We can't rely
on this or the jords.

We've got to evaluate
him face-to-face.

He may not be that smart.
He may be full of shit.

But we have to
talk to him and find out.

Maya: the key is to meet him,
so we can figure out

for ourselves what
he can actually do.

He really asked for
a dialysis machine?

Maybe we can fill
the damn thing with poison.

(TV playing quietly)

The meeting with balawi's off.

He can't come to Islamabad.

Maya: can't or won't?

He's not gonna travel.

Security risk.

Barack Obama over TV: I've said
repeatedly that america doesn't torture.

And I'm gonna make sure
that we don't torture.

Those are part
and parcel of an effort

to regain, uh, america's
moral stature in the world.

Can you give us some sense
of when you might start...

He wants us to go to him.

He'll meet us in
miranshah with the tribals.

He knows we're white.
We'd get kidnapped there.

Maybe do it somewhere else.

Germany or the u.K.?
He's got a clean passport.

He's not gonna travel out
of al-qaeda territory.

And you're not going to him.

I'm not, believe me.

We're stuck.

(Sighs softly)

What about camp Chapman?

Afghanistan.

That could be safe territory.

Jessica: (Chuckles)
this may be going overboard,

but I baked him a cake.

Maya over phone: muslims
don't celebrate with cake.

Don't be so literal,
everyone likes cake.

It's not too late for you to
come, you know. It'll be fun.

No, I don't want
to be a straphanger.

It's your show, you were the first
to see the potential in this.

Jessica: oh, come on!

We've got lots of wine.

Cool. Bring me back a bottle.

(Jessica laughs)

I will do.

Not to get technical,
but this guy is actually

the first big break
we've had since 9/11.

To big breaks
and the little people

that make them happen.

So far, everything he's said

we've cross-checked,
and it's proved legit.

And I think
the money is persuasive.

$25 million?

That buys a new life.

Do you think he might be exaggerating his
access? (Helicopter passing overhead)

Possibly.

But al-qaeda needs doctors,
and they are short-staffed,

and that could explain his rise.

In six months to a year,
if he doesn't fuck up,

he could be called in
to treat bin laden.

At that moment,

with 25 mil on the table,

I think he gives up the big man.

And if he doesn't, we kill him.

(Jet engine roaring)

John? Yeah.

When he arrives,
let me set the tone,

and then I'll flip it to you

and you can talk about
asset protection.

Roger that.

Uh, Lauren...

I know you want to get
some questions in there,

but give balawi a little
time after John speaks.

We'll cover the basics,
have his birthday cake,

then we'll get into
the nitty-gritty.

Is that order okay? Or do you
want to introduce everyone?

I'll introduce you,
you introduce your team.

He knows this is
a high-level meeting.

John: quick question.

All this taking place
inside our main building?

Jessica: right. And, uh, Lauren,

Washington will want
real-time updates,

so please stay on top of that.

Be concise.

The director's in the loop.

And I wouldn't be surprised

if he doesn't update
the president.

Lauren: yeah, I'm on it.

Now, I just got to
get his ass down here.

(Helicopter passing overhead)

(Vehicles passing)

(Vehicles passing)

(Wind whistling softly)

(Indistinct radio communication)

Why are there gate guards there?
We talked about this.

No one is supposed to be there
when my source arrives.

You might have
spooked him already.

Well, procedures only work

if we follow them every time.
This is different!

I'm sorry I can't explain,
but it's for a good cause.

Look, I'm responsible for
everybody's safety, okay?

It's not just about you.

I just need them to
go away for a minute.

You can search him
as soon as he gets here.

All stations, this is whiplash.

Go ahead and stand down.

Copy that.

Thank you.

(Typing)

John: okay, he's coming.

We're gonna search him
when he gets here.

Guard: sure.

(Wind whistling)

(Typing)

(Brakes squeak)

(Engine idling)

Okay, let's go!

(Chuckles)

(Speaks arabic)

Is he supposed
to limp like that?

Get your hand
out of your pocket.

Hey. Allahu akbar.

Hey! Get your hand
out of your pocket!

Hey! Do it now!

Guard: come on. Do it now!

Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar!

(Door opens)

Man over TV: the CIA says
seven of its employees

were killed and six others
wounded in a suicide bombing

at a base in Afghanistan.

It was one of the deadliest
attacks in CIA history.

The associated press
has learned that the chief

of the CIA's post in the
province is among the victims.

Former officials say
she was the mother of three.

The Taliban claim responsibility
for the bombing...

(Exhales)

(Breathing heavily)

You okay?

Mmm.

I, um, didn't think this day
could get any worse,

but, uh, bad news from
Saudi intelligence.

The courier guy,

abu Ahmed, is dead.

It's a detainee video.

He's dead.

In Afghanistan. 2001.

I buried him with my own hands.

He's dead.

In Afghanistan. 2001.

No.

Interrogator: where was this?

Man: Kabul.

No, I don't believe this.
I don't believe this.

Sorry, Maya.

I always liked this lead.

(Whispers) fuck.

Sorry, I just got here.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna smoke everybody
involved in this op

and then I'm gonna
kill bin laden.

Right.

Right.

I want to make something
absolutely clear.

If you thought there was some

secret cell somewhere,
working al-qaeda,

then I want you to know
that you're wrong.

This is it.

There's no working group
coming to the rescue.

There's nobody else hidden
away on some other floor.

There is just us.

And we are failing.

We're spending
billions of dollars.

People are dying!

We are still no closer
to defeating our enemy.

They attacked us!

On land, in '98.

By sea, in 2000.

And from the air, in 2001.

They murdered 3,000 of our
citizens in cold blood.

And they have slaughtered
our forward deployed!

And what the fuck
have we done about it, huh?

What have we done?

We have 20 leadership names,

we've only eliminated
four of them!

I want targets.

Do your fucking jobs.
Bring me people to kill.

(Low, indistinct conversation)
(Phones ringing)

Hi. I painstakingly

combed through everything
in the system and found this.

It's him.

He was one of 10 names
on a watch list

sent to us by the
Moroccans after 9/11.

Ibrahim sayeed.

They told us to
watch out for him.

Apparently, they think his whole
family and extended family is bad

and has ties to k.S.M.

He was picked up for fake
papers and a doctored exit visa

leaving Afghanistan,
traveling through Morocco

en route to Kuwait.

Abu Ahmed al-Kuwaiti.

This must be abu Ahmed.

Doesn't matter, but I wish
I had that five years ago.

How come I never saw it before?

Nobody saw it, most likely.

There was a lot of
white noise after 9/11,

countries wanting to help out.

We got a million tips, and you know,
things got lost in the shuffle.

Human error.

Anyway, I thought you
should know about it.

I just want to say,
I've heard a lot about you.

You inspired me
to come to Pakistan.

Maybe you'd let me
buy you a kebab sometime.

Don't eat out.

It's too dangerous.

(Cell phone ringing)

(Phone beeps) yeah?

Dan, Debbie found abu Ahmed.

Really?

Yeah. He's been in the
files this whole time.

The family's named sayeed.

Okay, but he's dead,

so doesn't that make him a
little less interesting to you?

Maya: he may not be.

We now know abu Ahmed
is one of eight brothers.

All the brothers
in the family look alike.

Three of them
went to Afghanistan.

Isn't it possible that when
the three eldest brothers

grew beards in Afghanistan,
they started to look alike?

I think the one calling himself
abu Ahmed is still alive.

The picture we've
been using is wrong.

It's of his older brother,
habeeb.

He's the one that's dead.

Okay, and what are you
basing this on?

Maya: we have no intercepts
about abu Ahmed dying,

we just have a detainee
who said he buried a guy

who looked like abu Ahmed.

But if someone as important
as abu Ahmed had died,

they'd be talking
about it online

in chat rooms
all over the place.

Plus, the detainee said
that habeeb died in 2001.

We know abu Ahmed
was alive then,

trying to get into
tora bora with ammar.

That means it's probably
one of the other brothers

that's dead.

In other words,
you want it to be true.

Yes, I fucking want it to be true!
Dan: whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Calm down.

Calm down.

I am calm.

State your request.

Move heaven and earth,

and bring me this fucking
sayeed family's phone number.

Dan: okay, I'll go
and talk to the wolf.

(Taps button)

(Man singing
islamic prayer in arabic)

(Knocking on door)

(Continues in prayer)

As-salaam-alaikum.

Wa-alaikum-salaam.

I need a couple
hundred thousand bucks.

Four Max.

Where you gonna get that?

From you.

You think so? Yeah.

This could crack
open the facilitator

Maya's been looking for
by giving us a phone number.

She's your killer, wolf.
You put her in the field.

Come on.

"Bismillah al-rahman al-rahim."

"Allah rewards those
that strive and fight

over those that
sit behind a desk."

(Sighs)

As you know, abu ghraib
and gitmo fucked us.

The detainee program
is now flypaper.

We got senators
jumping out of our asses.

And the director
is very concerned.

They will not stop
until they have a body.

I ran it.

I'll defend it.

Done.

(Dance music playing)

Dan: I tell you what, man,

it's good to be back in Kuwait.

And it's good to see you again.

Huh, it's been a while.

I need a favor.

Why I should help you?

Because we're friends.

You saying we are friend.

How come you only call me
when you need help?

But when I need something,

you are too busy
to pick up the phone.

I don't think we are friend.

All right, fair enough.

How about a v10 lamborghini?

How's that for friendship?

Dan: poor fucker
had to get out of bed.

Hey.

(Keypad beeps)

As-salaam-alaikum.
Wa-alaikum-salaam.

Thank you very much for this.
Appreciate it. You're welcome.

(Whistles)

All right.

Is this a balboni? Yeah.

Fuck me dead.

That's nice.

Really nice.
What are you thinking?

Huh? Maybe a convertible?
Get a bit of wind in the hair?

Huh? Put the top down?

I think I will choose this one.

Give us a minute? Thank you.

That's a nice choice, my friend.

Speed yellow.
Go big or go home, huh?

Nice choice.

Sayeed?

Who is it?

Who do you think?

Guy's a terrorist.

His mother lives here.

I just need her phone number.

There will be
no repercussions in Kuwait?

Somebody might die,
at some point, in Pakistan.

We got a deal?

(Both speak arabic)

(Woman and man speaking in
foreign language over phone)

(Distorted voices)

(Relays trilling)

(Overlapping phone chatter
continues)

(Overlapping phone chatter
fades)

(Woman speaking in foreign
language over phone)

(Man singing call to prayer
over speakers in distance)

(Cell phone ringing)

Hey, Jack.

Sayeed family call in progress,

but you're not gonna like this.

The ground branch guys
are dragging their heels.

There's no team
deployed right now.

Fuck.

He hasn't said
anything incriminating,

but he's at the rawal call
center in rawalpindi.

Maya: hey!

Why haven't you deployed a
team to stay in rawalpindi?

For one thing, it's dangerous.

For another, the area
is too congested for us

to be effective without some
predictive intelligence.

Yeah, but that's why
you should forward deploy,

so you can shorten
your response time.

Still, it wouldn't work.

Why?

The guy never stays
on the phone long enough.

You haven't tried.

Look, I don't have
the personnel.

That's bullshit, man.

Yeah? As it is, my guys
don't get any sleep

tracking the threats
within Pakistan.

Right, I understand.

But, you know,
I don't really care

if your guys get sleep or not!

(Sports broadcast
playing over TV)

(Turns down volume on TV)

This guy you're obsessed with,
what's his name again?

Abu Ahmed al-Kuwaiti's
the nom de guerre.

His true name,
we think, is Ibrahim sayeed.

Family lives in Kuwait.

We've been listening in
on their calls.

Wasn't it, like, eight brothers

and a million cousins,
that we know about?

Anyone could be calling home.

I know. I mean, it's not like

he's saying, "hey, mom,
it's me, the terrorist."

Yeah, I know.

But, look, over
the course of two months,

he's called from six different pay
phones, from two different cities,

never using
the same phone twice.

And when his mother asked him
where he was, he lied.

He said that he was in
a place in the country

with bad cell reception,
implying he was in the tribals,

when in fact, he was
in a market in peshawar.

I'm sorry, but that's not
normal guy behavior,

that's tradecraft.

Well, maybe he just
doesn't like his mom.

Look, if he talks
about an operation

or refers to
anything remotely fishy,

I'll get on him, okay?

No, no. Not okay.

Look, abu Ahmed is too smart

to tip his hand by talking
about ops on the phone.

He works for bin laden.

The guys that talk about ops

on the phone don't get that job.

A lot of my friends have died
trying to do this.

I believe I was spared
so I could finish the job.

(Phones ringing)
(People conversing in urdu)

(Low, indistinct
conversations continue)

(Man speaking urdu)

(Continues speaking urdu)

Man over TV: it is in surveillance
video and pictures like this

of the explosive-laden vehicle
just moments before it was parked

that police hope to find the man
who wanted so badly last night

to leave a body count
in Times Square.

There are some
people around the world

that find our
freedom so threatening

that they're willing
to kill themselves and others

to prevent us from enjoying it,

but we're not gonna let that...

I really need to talk
to you about beefing up

our surveillance
operation on the caller.

We don't have a surveillance
operation on the caller.

Someone just tried to
blow up Times Square,

and you're talking to me
about some facilitator

who some detainee
seven years ago said

might have been
working with al-qaeda?

He's the key to bin laden.

I don't fucking
care about bin laden.

I care about the next attack.

You're gonna start working on
the American al-qaeda cells.

Protect the homeland.

Bin laden is the one who keeps
telling them to attack the homeland!

If it wasn't for him,

al-qaeda would still be
focused on overseas targets.

If you really want to
protect the homeland,

you need to get bin laden.

This guy never met bin laden!

This guy's a freelancer working
off the fucking Internet.

No one's even talked to
bin laden in four years.

He's out of the game.

He may well even be dead.

He might as well
be fucking dead.

But you know what you're doing?
You're chasing a ghost

while the whole fucking
network grows all around you!

You just want me to nail some
low-level mullah-crack-a-dulla,

so you can check that box
on your résumé that says

while you were in Pakistan,
you got a real terrorist!

But the truth is,
you don't understand Pakistan!

And you don't know al-qaeda!

Either give me the team
I need to follow this lead,

or the other thing you're
gonna have on your résumé

is being the first station chief

to be called before
a congressional committee

for subverting the efforts

to capture or kill bin laden!

You're fucking out of your mind.

I need four techs
in a safe house in rawalpindi,

four techs in
a safe house in peshawar.

Either send them out,
or send me back to D.C.

And explain to the director
why you did it.

(Rock music playing
over speakers)

I've been looking for you.

More importantly,
he's been looking for you.

Yesterday, your caller
bought himself a cell phone.

And every time his phone
rings, this phone will ring.

Did I hook you up?

Did I? Oh, my god!

(Laughs)

I love you!

(Computer beeping)

(Car horn honks)

Maya: my guess is
that he lives close

to where he's making the calls.

And it makes sense he'd
be living in rawalpindi,

because there's
an al jazeera office there.

It'd be convenient for him
to drop the tapes off

if he's messengering either from bin
laden or through an intermediary.

So when he wants to make a call,

he leaves the house,
walks a few blocks,

then switches on the phone.

We need to keep canvassing the
neighborhood until we find him.

(Tires screeching)

(Engines revving)

Larry: we got a shooter.

We're blocked.

(Tires screeching)

(Engine revving)

Let me talk to them.

(Men speaking urdu)

(Engine revving)

(Door opens)

They said white faces
don't belong here.

If they don't move, shoot them.

(Car horns honking)

He still on?

(Computer beeping)

He's east of us. Try the market.

Okay, heading east.

(Car horns honking)

(Car horns honking)

Fuck.

(Lively chatter)

(Cell phone ringing)

Jack: we got a signal on
tipu road for 10 minutes.

Then he went to umar road
for five minutes.

Nogaza road.

Darya abad,
that's in the umar road area.

In rawalpindi, haider road.

Roomi road.

He went to the convoy road,
which is near the hospital.

All right? Maya: mmm-hmm.

So that's haider,

roomi road,
said, nogaza, taimur.

He made a call
from haifa street.

That's the spice district.

Lahore street, which is
also in pesh, 30 minutes.

Wazir bagh road, five.

Nishter abad, five.

Phandu road, five minutes.

The grand trunk road,
45 seconds.

There's no pattern.

Sometimes he calls every two
weeks, sometimes every three.

There's no consistency.

I can't predict

when he's gonna
make another call

'cause the guy's erratic.

(Man speaking arabic over TV)

(Wrapper crinkling)

(Crowd clamoring)

(Banging on windows)

(Clamoring continues)

Right there! Back up!
(Whistle blowing)

Brian Williams: meanwhile, our
chief foreign correspondent

Richard engel confirms

the CIA's top spy in Pakistan
has been pulled out of there.

He's been receiving death
threats after being named

publicly in
a lawsuit by the family

of a victim of
a us drone attack.

Richard engel quotes
a senior intelligence official

as saying the officer
is returning to the U.S.

After the decision was made the terrorist
threats against him, in Pakistan,

were of such a serious nature, it
would not be smart not to act.

(Crowd chanting outside)

Isi fucked you.

I'm so sorry, Joseph.

(Chanting continues outside)

(Car horns honking)

Still on tower three.

Five. (Computer beeping)

Signal getting stronger.

Ten. Fifteen.

Keep going.

Twenty. Fifteen. Ten.

Signal's getting weaker.

(Computer beeping)
we lost him. No signal.

Heading south.

(Computer beeping)

He's up at five again.

Fifteen. Twenty.

He's moving fast.

He's in a vehicle.

Weaker now. He's shifted.

We're back to five.

He's close by here somewhere.

I don't get it.

(Chuckles)

He's driving in circles.

(Engine revving)

No change? No.

Larry: now let's hope
he comes back around.

(Computer beeping
quietly, steadily)

(Computer beeps)

Tech: okay.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Forty.

Fifty.

We're within 10 meters of him.

Back to 40.

He's here somewhere.

Look at the cars. Look at the cars.
He's in a vehicle.

(Computer beeping)

The guy with
the phone in the white car.

You see him?

Is that him? (Camera clicking)

Could be. You got him?

Got him. Okay, I'm breaking off.

Larry: the guy you've been looking
for, geolocated, on his cell phone

in his white car.

(Breathlessly) thank you.

(Chuckles)

If you're right,

the whole world's
gonna want in on this.

So you got to
stick to your guns now.

(Man laughs)

Okay. No, it's great
to speak to you, too.

I'm amazed that
you're still here.

(Laughs)

No, I can do, um...

Let me have a look.

Um, why don't we say 1:30.

(Laughs)

Yeah.

Uh, can you just hold the line, please?
(Phone beeps)

I need a picket line
along the gt highway

and men spaced at intervals along
the road and at every exit.

Maya, I know.

So you agree with me now,
this is important.

(Chuckles)

No, I've just learned
from my predecessor

that life is better when I
don't disagree with you.

(Horns honking)

Maya: our current
hypothesis is that he lives

somewhere along the highway,
in one of the towns,

or a medium-sized city called
abbottabad, or up near kashmir.

Kashmir's interesting because it's
a way station for the tribals.

Abbottabad is interesting
because we know

from detainee reporting that abu
faraj stayed there briefly in 2003.

The good news is
he's driving a white SUV.

Suvs are actually
pretty rare in Pakistan.

If he was driving a sedan
or a compact, we'd be fucked.

Obviously, this assumes
he doesn't change vehicles.

(Indistinct radio communication)

Good morning.

Good morning, amad.

(Seat belt clicks)

(Engine starts)

(Gasps)

(Gasping) (Tires screeching)

(Screams)

(Speaks arabic)

(Tires screeching)

Maya: any American
in Pakistan is a target.

They don't necessarily
know I'm CIA.

Doesn't matter.

You're on a list.

Yeah.

And you of all people
should know that

once you're on their list,
you never get off.

Next time, there may not be
bulletproof glass to save you.

We'll keep up on the
surveillance as best we can.

(Car horns honking)

(Lively chatter)

(Door creaking)

Man: the high-res version.
Can you get closer than that?

Man 2: yeah,
we can up-res this image.

Even more? Yeah, do that.

Make a pdf, e-mail it to me, cc George.
Okay, that's good.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

(Overlapping radio
communications)

I'll take that.
Thank you very much.

Take that to her. You got it.

You could clean that audio as well.
Just take the low end out.

(Low, indistinct conversation)

Hey.

All right. So tell me
how I'm doing so far.

Basically, we got a guy
who rolled with al-qaeda

and did services for him.
Mmm-hmm.

We lost him for seven years.

Now we find him again, and, boy,
does he have a really nice house.

Is that it?

Pretty much.

All right,
let's go talk to the boss.

Oh, you, uh...
You should sit back there.

Sorry. No.

So, they're gonna ask if bin laden
is at the end of this rainbow,

is the pak military with him?

The question isn't, "are the
paks protecting bin laden?"

The question is, "would he allow
himself to be protected by the paks?"

I mean, why would he trust them?
He tried to kill musharraf.

(Stammers quietly)

(Sighs)

Hello. Steve: sir.

All right, go ahead.

Steve: so, a little context here. If
you take a right out of Islamabad,

drive about 45 minutes north, you'll
find yourself here in abbottabad.

Now, it's a mostly middle-class
community, some ex-military.

Not particularly
interesting to us.

Except we did find this
compound, which is unique.

We've got a 16-foot wall
around the entire perimeter.

The windows are blacked out.

There's even a seven-foot privacy
wall here, so even if we got up high,

we couldn't get a vantage point.

I mean, it's a fortress.

Well, can't you put
a camera somewhere?

In these trees here, maybe?

Get a look into the main house?

It'd probably be discovered.

Oh.

Well, we have to get a look
into the house, don't we?

(Sighs) all right.

What's this, this cluster
of buildings down here?

Uh, the pma. It's the
Pakistani military academy.

It's their west point.

And how close
is that to the house?

About a mile.

Maya: 4,221 feet.

It's closer to
eight-tenths of a mile.

Director: who are you?

I'm the motherfucker
that found this place, sir.

Really?

All right, I want to
know more about

who's inside this house
by the end of the week.

Sir.

"Motherfucker."

Good.

(Door closes)

(Phone ringing)

Morning, George!

(Marker squeaking)

21 days.

It's been 21 days
since we found the house.

Nothing's happened.

(Phone ringing)

(Phone ringing)

Yeah? Maya, it's Steve.

Swing by.
I want to show you something.

Okay.

Okay, you can leave it paused
for now, but we're gonna

play through that, go straight...
Maya: hey.

Maya. Come see.

Yeah.

Okay, this is from
a few minutes ago, okay?

Yeah.

So remember,
we've got two males,

two females and seven kids.

What's that?

Okay, I'm saying that's
bushra, the brother's wife.

Well, how do you
know the gender?

Well, look, this is a clothesline
right here, for laundry.

Men don't mess with the wash.

Okay, now, watch. It takes
her about four seconds

to move from there
to the front door,

so she's on the older side.

What's that up there?

Steve: uh, those are kids,
they're shuffling around,

sword-fighting or
something with sticks.

You can see their height relative
to this, these are cows.

So they're probably
between seven and nine.

Boys, definitely.

Your female's moving fast.

Okay, that's what I wanted to show you.
Can we pause this, please?

That's not the same lady.

That's female number three.

So you found two males,
three females.

That's correct.

George: so if there are three females,
there ought to be three males.

Observing Muslim women
live with their parents

or with their husbands.

We think there's a third
family living in the house.

So this third male that you've
identified as possibly being bin laden,

do I give up all hope of ever
seeing a photograph of him?

Hope? Yeah.

You give up your hope right now.

We scan for heat signatures,

but we can't validate if it's
a man or a woman up there.

George: we talked about
burrowing a pinhole camera,

but there's a high risk
of discovery.

(Knocking on gate)

We found a safe house,

but we can't get a vantage point

to fire a telescope
over the balcony wall.

We have explored the possibility
of digging tunnels,

of sending hot air balloons,
of rerouting

supply c-130s to take a peek,
but that might be too alerting.

We've looked for ways of collecting
available DNA from his trash,

you know, looking for his toothbrush,
but they burn the trash.

We started
a vaccination program.

We sent a doctor to the house,
see if he could pull blood.

(Woman speaking native language)

But that didn't work out.

We thought about sending
a guy with a bucket

to pull a sample from the sewer
to analyze his fecal matter.

What was wrong
with that, exactly?

What was wrong with that?
That, uh...

The sample would be too diluted.

And it's asking too much to
get a voice confirmation

with him on the phone?

They don't make telephone
calls from the compound.

We pulled the cell tower nearby.

And I'm also gonna
give up hope that

he might ever get
in that white SUV

and drive around a bit

and we could see him.

Don't they get groceries?

The unidentified third male
does not get groceries.

He does not leave the compound.

He does not present himself
for photographs.

When he needs fresh air, he paces
around beneath a grape arbor.

But the leaves are so thick, they
obscure our satellite views.

This is a professional attempt
to avoid detection.

Okay? Real tradecraft.

The only people
we've seen behave in this way

are other top-level
al-qaeda operatives.

We did a red team

on your analysis.

According to them,
this behavior could

belong to someone
other than al-qaeda.

They did give a 40% chance

that the unidentified third man

is a senior al-qaeda operative.

But they also said there's a 35%
chance he's a Saudi drug dealer,

15% chance he's
a Kuwaiti arms smuggler,

10% chance he's one of

the relatives of the brothers.

Basically, we agree with you.

The house screams security,

it screams someone
who wants privacy,

it even screams bad guy,

but it does not
scream bin laden.

National security advisor: you get the
point, if you can't prove it's bin laden,

at least prove
it's not someone else.

Like a drug dealer.

You know we lost
the ability to prove that

when we lost
the detainee program.

Who the hell am I
supposed to ask?

Huh?

Some guy in gitmo

who's all lawyered up?

He'll just tell his lawyer

to warn bin laden.

You'll think of something.

(Phone ringing)

He'd be the first successful drug
dealer never to have dealt drugs.

He has no Internet
access to the house.

He makes no phone calls,
either in or out.

Who's he selling to? Who's he buying from?
How's he making his money?

And if you were
to say he's retired,

I'd say,
where's the swimming pool?

Where's the gold cage
with the falcons?

And why does he send his courier
to the two cities in Pakistan

we most associate with al-qaeda

that have nothing particularly
to do with heroin production?

The president is
a thoughtful, analytical guy.

He needs proof.

(Phone buzzing)

Go ahead, you guys.

I got to say, your job...

(Laughs) hmm?

I just don't get

the rhythms of politics.

Oh, you think this is political?

If this was political, we'd
be having this conversation

in October when
there's an election bump.

This is pure risk,

based on deductive reasoning,
inference, supposition,

and the only human reporting
you have is six years old

from detainees who were
questioned under duress.

The political move here is to
tell you to go fuck yourself

and remind you
that I was in the room

when your old boss
pitched wmd Iraq.

At least there
you guys brought photographs.

You know, you're right. I agree
with everything you just said.

What I meant was,
a man in your position,

how do you evaluate the risk
of not doing something?

Hmm?

The risk of potentially letting bin
laden slip through your fingers.

That is a fascinating question.

Hey...

I'm not saying
we're gonna do it,

but the president wants to
know, if we were gonna act,

how would we do it?

Give us options.

(Jet whooshing past)

(Ratcheting)

General: technically,
these don't exist.

I actually tried to kill this
program a couple of times.

They've gone through
an initial round of testing,

and they have
excellent radar defeat.

We just haven't tested them
with people in them yet.

You'll notice
the stealth panels,

similar to what
we use on the b-2.

The rotors have been muffled
with decibel killers.

It's slower than a black hawk and
lacks the offense and the stability,

but it can hide.

So, uh, excuse me, but what
do we need this for in Libya?

I mean, qaddafi's anti-air
is virtually nonexistent.

Maya, do you want to brief him?

There are two narratives about
the location of usama bin laden.

The one that you're
most familiar with

is that ubl is hiding in
a cave in the tribal areas,

that he's surrounded by a large
contingent of loyal fighters.

But that narrative is
pre-9/11 understanding of ubl.

The second narrative
is that he's living in a city.

Living in a city with multiple
points of egress and entry,

access to communications,

so that he can keep in touch
with the organization.

You can't run a global network of
interconnected cells from a cave.

We've located
an individual we believe,

based on detainee reporting,
is bin laden's courier.

He's living in a house
in abbottabad, Pakistan.

And we assess

that one of the other
occupants of the house

is ubl.

General.

Excuse me.

Uh, so, ubl, you got an
intel source on the ground?

No. No? (Laughs)

Okay, so how do you
know it's bin laden?

'Cause the truth is we've been
on this op before, it was '07,

and it wasn't bin laden,
and we lost a couple of guys.

Totally understand.
Bin laden uses a courier

to interact with
the outside world.

By locating the courier,
we've located bin laden.

Patrick:
that's really the intel?

That's it?

Quite frankly, I didn't
even want to use you guys,

with your dip and your velcro
and all your gear bullshit.

I wanted to drop a bomb.

But people didn't believe

in this lead enough
to drop a bomb.

So they're using
you guys as canaries,

in the theory that
if bin laden isn't there,

you can sneak away, and no one
will be the wiser. Patrick: hmm.

But bin laden is there.

And you're gonna
kill him for me.

They're nervous downtown.

I don't think we'll get an
approval this decision cycle.

It's her against the world.

Oh, yeah.

I'm about to go look
the president in the eye,

and what I'd like to know,
no fucking bullshit,

is where everyone
stands on this thing.

Now, very simply, is he there
or is he not fucking there?

We all come at this through the
filter of our own past experiences.

Now, I remember Iraq wmd very clearly.
I fronted that.

And I can tell you
the case for that

was much stronger
than this case.

A fuckin' yes or a no.

We don't deal in certainty,
we deal in probability,

and I'd say there's a 60%
probability he's there.

I concur, 60%.

I'm at 80%. Their opsec
is what convinces me.

You guys ever agree on anything?

Dan: well, I agree with Mike.

We're basing this mostly
on detainee reporting,

and I spent a bunch
of time in those rooms.

I'd say it's a soft 60, sir.

I'm virtually certain there's
some high-value target there.

I'm just not sure
it's bin laden.

Well, this is a little bit
of a clusterfuck, isn't it?

I'd like to know
what Maya thinks.

We're all incorporating
her assessment into ours.

Maya: 100% he's there.

Okay, fine, 95%, 'cause I know
certainty freaks you guys out.

But it's 100.

(Door closes)

(Electronic bell dings)
(Elevator door opens)

They're all cowed.

What do you think of the girl?

I think she's fucking smart.

We're all smart, Jeremy.

May I join you?

(Groans)

How is the food
down here anyway?

(Chuckles) uh, it's okay.

How long have you
worked for the CIA?

Twelve years. I was recruited
out of high school.

And do you know why we did that?

I don't think I can
answer that question, sir.

I don't think
I'm allowed to answer.

All right.

What else have you done for us?

Besides bin laden.

Nothing.

I've done nothing else.

Well, you certainly
have a flair for it.

Justin: no. Yeah.

Patrick: all right,
let's be serious, now.

Justin: don't fuck
around on this one, dude.

You're just fucking around
'cause I'm up by two games.

Patrick: how many you got?

So, Patrick, be honest with me.

You really believe this story?

I mean, no offense.
No offense, I know.

But usama bin laden?

Yeah.

What part convinced you?

Her confidence.

That's the kind of concrete
data point I'm looking for.

I tell you, buddy,
her confidence

is the one thing
that's keeping me

from getting ass-raped
in a Pakistani prison.

I'm gonna be
honest with you, bro.

(Horseshoe clinks)

I'm cool with it.

(Laughs)

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

George: Maya, I wanted you
to hear it first.

You know that thing
we talked about?

It's gonna happen.

When?

Tonight.

Good luck.

Justin: 50 bucks?
Patrick: 50 bucks.

50 bucks! 50 bucks.

50 bucks.

(Others laughing)

Patrick: lucky shot.

(Justin groans)

Go.

(Low, indistinct chatter)

(Dog panting)

(Dog barking)

Over radio:
apache one, you are clear.

(Indistinct radio communication)

Copy.

Copy that.

(Engine revving)

(Blades whirring loudly)

(Engines whining)
(Blades thrumming)

(Blades thrumming loudly)

(Thrumming fades)

(Animal howls in distance)

(Rattling)

(Whines)

(Indistinct radio communication)

Over radio:
thirty seconds to first turn.

Hey, Justin,
what are you listening to?

Tony Robbins.

Tony Robbins, really?

You should listen to it. I got
plans for after this, big-time.

I want to talk to
all of you about it.

(Laughter)

(Rattling) (Engines whining)

Who here has been in
a helo crash before?

Okay, so we're all good.

Prince 52 pilot over radio: we just crossed
the border. Now entering Pakistan.

Pakistani comms, no chatter.

Prince 51 pilot over radio: three minutes.
Stand by for doors open.

(Beeping)

Two minutes.

(Dog barking)

Over radio: should be coming up
just off our nose, 11 o'clock.

(Dogs barking)

Over radio: eyes on target.

Stay tight.

Thirty seconds.

(Wind whistling)

(Dog barking)

(Indistinct, overlapping
radio communications)

(Wind whistling)

(Engine revving)

Hey! Slide right, slide right!

Too much updraft off these walls!
Hey!

Prince 51 pilot over radio:
we've lost power. Go to lockout.

Hey!

Hey!

Hard landing.

(Grunts)

Fuck! (Grunting)

(Mooing)

Prince 52 pilot: prince five-one is down.
Prince five-one is down.

Black hawk down
in the animal pen.

(Engine whining)
(Blades thrumming)

Patrick: this way!

Prince 52 pilot: this mission
is still a go. I repeat, we are a go.

Alpha team is in the animal
pen, making entry for ac-1.

No ropes. Wheels down.

(Engine powering down)
(Blades slowing to a stop)

(Wind whistling)

(Cow moos)

(Cow moos)

(Door creaks)

Prayer room's clear.

(Animal screeching in distance)

(Animal screeches) (Cow moos)

Breacher!

(Wind gusts quietly)

(Wind whistling)

Prince 52 pilot:
echo team is away.

Prince five-two
exiting Alpha Oscar.

Patrick:
three, two, one. Execute!

(Dogs barking) (Cows mooing)

(Grunting)

(Panting quietly)

(Animal screeching in distance)

(Wind chimes clinking)

(Footsteps approach)

(Gunfire)

Ibrahim!

Come on out!

(Dogs bark in distance)

(Jared speaks arabic)

Get down! Patrick: down,
down, down, down!

(Jared speaks arabic) down!
Throw your hands in the air!

Down, down, down, down! Down!

(Sobbing) you've killed him.

All right, go, I got her.

(Sighs)

(Child cries)

(Panting)

(Speaking arabic)

Down, sit down.

(Sobs)

(Cow moos)

(Dogs barking) (Cow mooing)

(Wind chimes clinking)

(Breathing heavily)

(Helicopter whirrs in distance)

Mike: echo 11 on perimeter.

Ready to breach at p-2.

Fire in the hole.

Failed breach, failed breach.

Back it up!
Back it up! Main gate!

We got an unlocked door.

(Clattering)

Abrar.

Abrar.

Abrar.

(Woman screaming)

(Dogs barking in distance)

(Gunfire)

(Children crying)

It's okay. It's okay.

Mike: this is echo 11.

We're going to
breach the main gate.

Commanding officer:
negative. This is echo 01.

I'm internal, in the corridor.

I'll let you guys in.

Mike over radio: Roger that.

(Door creaks)

(Grunts)

(Wind chimes clinking)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Children screaming)

(Phil speaking arabic)

Shut that
fucking kid up, please.

(Children cry)
(Phil speaks foreign language)

(Children quiet)

Talk to me.

No fucking way
we can blow this thing.

Justin: god fucking damn it,
can you pop it manually?

Breacher: no.

Mike: Alpha 3, this is echo 11.

We're at our primary set
point, prepping to breach.

Justin over radio: wait one. We're
internal on the south side.

This is a negative breach.

Roger. Ready to make
our entry out here.

Yeah, Roger that.
We're coming to meet you.

Stay with these kids and don't
let 'em in that back room.

(Children crying)

Good? Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah.

I forgot, were we supposed to
crash that helo? (Patrick chuckles)

Ibrahim tried to shoot
through the door.

Oh, yeah?
I popped him from outside.

I fucking smoked
abrar and his wife.

She still alive?

She's gonna bleed out.

What a fucking mess. Yeah.

Go, go, go.

(Indistinct chatter)

This is echo 09.

We have unknowns gathering
on the southwest rooftops.

Patrick: locked gate
blocking the stairs.

Saber: breacher up.

Back it up, back up.

Hey, back it up.

Watch out.

Mike: execute.

Go, go.

Justin: this is echo 05
moving to level two.

(Hakim speaking pashtu
over megaphone)

(Speaking pashtu)

Mitch: hakim,
get those guys back.

(Speaking pashtu,
echoing through compound)

(Grunts)

Khalid.

Khalid.

Echo 02 moving to deck three.

(Gunshot)

(Door opens)

Justin: clear.

(Speaking arabic)
(Woman whimpers)

(Hakim speaking pashtu
over megaphone)

Hakim, get 'em back or
I'll start smoking 'em.

Wait, wait, wait.

(Shouting in pashtu)

Go back, they will kill you!

They will kill you!

Go back!

Come here!

(Woman screams)

No vest.

All clear.

Oh, fucking shit.

(Sighs)

Saber: (Quietly) usama.

Usama.

Usama.

(Door opens)

(Women screaming)

Down.

Patrick: all right, get him.

(Two gunshots)

(Screaming continues)

(Both crying)

Got a possible jackpot.

Commanding officer:
Roger that. Possible jackpot.

Shoot.

Jared: it's okay, it's okay.

Come on. Get down.

(Woman screams)

Patrick: dude. It's okay.

Do you even realize
what you just did?

(Speaking arabic)

Who is he?

Hey, hey, hey! (Women screaming)

Who is he?

He is al noori hasan. Huh?

Yo, she says it's not him.

Patrick: talk to the kid.

(Woman speaking indistinctly)

It's okay.

Shh.

(Speaks local language)

Daughter, what is his name?

Name, name.

Patrick: we need them down.
All right.

(Women shouting in arabic)

(Screaming)

(Jared speaks arabic)

Okay, come on, come on. Come on.

Commanding officer:
this is red 02.

Geronimo.

Over radio: for god and country.

Geronimo.

All stations,
target secure, target secure.

Roger. Copy that. Target secure.

Commander: target secure.
Commence sse.

Justin: proper sse right now.

Books, DVDs, cds.

Justin: (In distance) every fuckin'
hard drive. Do not leave a hard drive.

Hey, open that for me.

Let's go, guys.

Yo, what's up?

I shot the third-floor guy.

Why don't you get to work?
Grab a bag.

Pilot over radio: qrf is
inbound, eight miles out.

Pak air force is responding.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Fourteen minutes to intercept.

Commander over radio: any station,
this is red 02. We need a body bag.

This is echo 09. Stand by.

Hakim, I got this.
Get it to them.

(Indistinct chatter in distance)

Let's go, buddy.

Echo 05, this is red 02.
How long do you need for sse?

We're gonna need
at least 10 minutes, sir.

Echo 05, you have four Mikes.

This is a gold mine.
I need more time than that.

Echo 05, if you're not
at the I.Z. At four Mikes,

I'm gonna leave your ass behind.

Over radio: the paks have
scrambled the f-16s.

Four minutes!

(Mooing) (Barking in distance)

Pilot over radio: prince
five-two, inbound for I.Z.

(Helicopter whirring)

(Baby crying nearby)

Where do you need the bag?

Commander over radio:
third deck.

(Baby crying)

(Panting)

Here! Here.

And up.

Patrick: all right,
let's move it out.

Justin: let's go! Now!

(Helicopter approaching)

Commander: you've got one Mike
to blow that downed helo.

(Helicopter whirring)

You all right? Yeah.

(Panting)

Pilot over radio: qrf-46 inbound
for I.Z., 30 seconds out.

Commander: chopper 4-6,
we are demoing 5-1.

Chopper 4-6, wave off.

4-6, wave off! Wave off!

(Explosion thundering)

(Metal creaking)

Up!

(Grunting)

(Whoops)

Well done, Patrick.

Thank you.

Move him through!
Patrick: all right, listen up, gentlemen,

read the signs.

First floor,
hard drives, files, anything!

Second floor,
opposite, down on the right!

Third floor, ladies' underwear.

(Laughter)

Soldier: that's right, there can't
be that many of 'em, right?

Patrick: and Mark all media!
Cds, DVDs.

Who's got a sharpie? Cds.

Cds.

Right here.

Good job, man.

Seal: this all right?
Soldier 2: move it along, bring it in.

Nice job.
Soldier: all right, all media, cds, DVDs.

I want 'em! Justin: that's
all second floor right there.

Soldier 3:
who's logging on this table?

Seal 2: where do
the hard drives go?

Patrick: Mark on tables.
Soldier 4: yes, sir.

You got ziploc bags
and sharpies, use 'em.

No, Mark all media.

Soldier 5: good job.

Gentlemen, watch your backs.

Soldier 6: slow down!

Thank you, sir.

Soldier 7: good job. Slow down.

Seal 3: video cameras?

Video cameras,
where was it found?

Soldier 6: second floor!

Seal 3: all right.

Mccraven: yes, sir.
One moment, please.

One moment, please.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Exhales)

Sir, the agency expert
gave visual confirmation.

Yes, sir, the girl, 100%.

Thank you, sir.

(Crickets chirping)

(Animal calls in distance)

(Door opens)

(Door whirring)

Are you Maya?

Yeah.

That's the only name
they gave me.

You can sit wherever you want.

You're the only one
on the manifest.

You must be pretty important.

You got the whole
plane to yourself.

Where do you want to go?

(Door closing)

(Door closes)

(Sobbing)

(Sniffles)

(Sighs)

(English us - psdh)