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Previously on The Unit.

You're a reporter
for the Washington Tribune.

We're gonna take you home.

Where exactly is
this T1 line?

They deserve our help.

- [ Muffled Shouting ]
- [ Gunshots ]

- Get a chest tube in me.
- Who's the doctor here?

- [ Shouting ]
- He's unconscious.

Scapula's broken up.
Could've cut the artery.

He's stable,
and the package is secure.

We did it again.
[ Jonas ]
All right, let's go.

[ Gunshot ]

- Sniper.
- Get us out of here.

[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Gunfire ]

- More shooters.
- Heavy guns.

We're not gonna be able
to shake 'em. Reloading.

- I gotta get outta here!
- No. Cuff him.

You talk, I will put
a hood over your head
and strap it down tight.

- You got that?
- Give me your hand grenade.

[ Groans ]

The next time we turn, I want
you to shoot to the left side of
that truck.

I want them to see tracers.
Force 'em wide right.

[ Grey ]
Hector?

Betty Blue,
Hammerhead is gone.

Hammerhead is dead.
You're gonna have
to save yourself now.

- [ Coughing ]
- Breathe. Breathe.

Keep your heart rate down.

Lift your feet up.
Why is that?

Face is red, raise the head.
Face is pale, raise the tail.

Right.
What does that mean?

I gotta keep
the blood in my brain
or I'm gonna die of shock.

Now you're thinking.
What's your mission?

Stay alive, Top.

Dogpatch 0-6,
this is Snake Doctor.

- Status report.
- Send your reports.

One, Kilo, India, Alpha,
Hammerhead.

Whiskey, India, Alpha,
Betty Blue.

Three okay.
Snake Doctor, say again.

Casualties, over.
I say again.

Hammerhead down.

Sergeant Medawar,
alert Graves Registration.

Pull the file
on Sgt. Hector Williams.
Right away.

We are exfilling to
the secondary extraction site.

Confirm the beats.

- Snake Doctor, do you have
the precious cargo?
- Affirmative.

Amigo, you know that
we did not rescue you out
of the kindness of our hearts.

What do you want?
You interviewed Abu Saeef--

- the Butcher.
- Four months ago.

His location?
I don't remember.

You're a journalist.
You're paid to
remember things.

I don't know.
You see this man?

Look at him.
He died for you.
And I kinda liked him.

And it's
the Butcher's people
that did this.

Now I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

What is the location
of the Butcher?

[ Gasping ]

They drove me to a building.

Ten minutes from the Commodore,
up a steep hill,
then it got flat.

I heard airplanes
right above us.
How close?

Ten minutes from his hotel
puts us in this radius.

The planes approach
the airport along
this path.

-The only hill with a direct
line from the approach is here.
-[ Beeping ]

And a plateau...
here.

That's where the Butcher was
four months ago.
No, that's where he is now.

We checked with N.S.A.
There's been chatter
in that location.

- We have a voice signature.
- And a possible visual here.

Flank positions, let's go.

The Butcher's 14 clicks
out from here.

Snake Doctor,
your job's done.
Return to base.

I'm sending in the Bravo team.
They'll clean up the Butcher.

No. This is either a job
for a thousand men or one.

Snake Doctor?

Get him back.

There's no response.
A Mr. Sack, sir--

From the White House.
Which line?

Everybody out.

I just lost a man
on your mission.

Well, we have a problem,
and it's bigger
than one man.

Is that so?
This mission was covert.

Black in, black out.
Your team screwed up.

That was the old plan.
Welcome to the new one.

U.P.I. is going with the story
that American forces
rescued a hostage in Beirut.

The White House denies
American forces
were involved...

because we weren't involved.

Do you read me?

Your team needs to be
out of Beirut now.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Let's go.
Move it, move it.

[ Man Indistinct ]

Now!
[ Man #2 ]
Yes, sir.

Got the location
of the Butcher.

Let's go get him.
No.

- Get on the boat.
- You can't go there alone.

One man. I'm not gonna
tell your wife
I've lost another.

You want me to tell
your wife? Your wife's
tougher than my wife.

Get in.

[ Outboard Motor Revving ]
I'll see you in Cyprus.

[ Man ]
* Give me your secrets
Bring me a sign *

* Give me a reason
to walk the fire *

* See another dawn

* Through a daughter's eyes

* You give me a reason
to walk the fire **

[ Men Chattering ]

[ Indistinct ]

As-salaam alaikum.

[ Speaking Arabic ]

- [ Man ] American?
- Citizen of the world.
My password is Salma.

- Oh, that's not
today's password.
- It's my password.

- What does it mean?
- Beautiful woman.

[ Chuckling ]

What took you so long?

You know, I wasn't going
to kill you up until right now.

I have something
your boss wants.

[ Grunts ]

How did we
get here, buddy?

If we'd left from the south
exit, we could've...

covered the rooftops
for snipers.

Re-flanked the truck.

Don't bother.
It's not worth the time.

I don't want any toe taggers
touching his body.

One of your men never showed.
Jonas Blane.

Is that so?
Well, here's how I square it.

Either you
purposefully lied to me
or your man's gone rogue.

These are my choices?
Did you order your man back in?

I did.
Is there a reason you
neglected to tell me?

Operational security.
I have A-16 clearance.

How happy you must be.
I have the clearance.

Then you know
what the mission was.
Rescue the hostage.

See if he could lead us
to Abu the Butcher.

Get this Blane character
the hell out of there.

Lost radio contact.
How is that possible?

I told him
to shoot the radio.

I'm telling you that
I'm not wearing a saddle,
so stay off my ass.

You got some loose ends.
Well, what might those be?

The journalist.
Your little secret operation's
gonna end up on CNN.

I've got a checkrein on it.
You'd best have.

The president's going on
national television tonight...

to announce his
Mid-East peace accord.

He calls it his legacy.
So if you can't change
our reporter's mind,

the saddle's going on.

You're wounded.
It's not my blood.

- How is he?
- Somebody did some
heroic field surgery.

A bullet that close
to his artery--
Which one of you?

Well, your friend's
gonna make it.

He's in pain but stable enough
to be medevaced home.

- You look like a rock star.
- I'm drugged up, strung out.

- Looks good on you, dude.
- [ Bob ]
They're gonna medevac you.

- Where's Hector?
- He's right behind you.

- Then I'm staying.
- Look, we're gonna
get you home.

Hector's on his way.

There's a concern
about loose ends.

I understand what
I have to do, Colonel.

The journalist was not rescued
by Americans.

No, sir.

- Tell me what you need.
- He's been "Stockholmed."
Thinks we're the bad guys.

I'm gonna need a couple days
to put his head back
where it belongs.

Eighteen hours he's being fed
to a press conference.

And if we can't
break him down?

Mack will stay
with Williams's body.
Get it cleaned.

- We're running Play 16.
- Roger that.

- Colonel, any word
from Snake Doctor?
- No.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Snap ]

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I do something for you,

you do something for me--
and I need your help.

No, I'm not doing
anything for you.

I'm an American,
and I'm a journalist.

I've got rights.
You can't hold me.
Nobody knows you're here.

As far as the world knows,
you're dead inside prison--
or dead in a ditch.

There's gonna be
a press conference.

At that conference,
we need you to say...

that there were no Americans
involved in your rescue.

- No. I'm not gonna lie.
- We saved your life.
One of our men died for you.

No. I did not ask you to come in
and kick down doors and shoot
innocent people!

Your captors were
going to kill you.
No.

They told me they
weren't gonna kill me.
They lied to you.

They killed 11 hostages
before you.
They are terrorists.

Now, maybe you think
that the Butcher
is a deeply misunderstood man.

But let me tell you something.
He kills Americans.

I got pictures.
You want to see them?

Four months
in that prison, man.
I know they tortured you.

I know it.
I've been tortured.
I know what that's like.

They forced you to say things.
They forced you
to believe things.

I get it.
And now--
And now you want me to lie.

No. No, I want you
to understand the stakes...

to which you expose us
and the next American
in trouble--

The next Granger
that we are tasked
with getting out.

I tell the truth.

- You're a journalist.
- That's right.

Okay, tell me.

Have you ever had to
slant a story in order
to get to a deeper truth?

No.
You're a liar.

- You've lost weight.
- You just never saw me
in this shirt.

You somehow
have gotten uglier.

[ Laughs ]

- Want me to shoot him?
- Mmm. Give him back his guns.

And these guns--
Made in America.

Long way from home.

I need your help.

And what are you offering me?

The Butcher's head.

[ Speaking Arabic ]

- The Butcher can't be found.
- And yet I did it.

I'm half blind
and rolling in money.

I am the enemy of your enemy.

And thus I call you friend.

And you want your friend
to do your dirty work.
No.

I do your dirty work.

And what's your plan?

[ Imitates Explosion ]

- A bomb?
- No.

I need a garage,
welding supplies,
and a few of your men.

And?

When I'm done, you can
drag the Butcher
through the streets.

Grey's stable,
but he's still
in a lot of pain.

He's landing at 1700.
When can we see him?

- Doc says he'll be out
in a week.
- And Hector?

You all know the drill.
And I thank you all
for your help.

I don't think
I'm the best person.
These are the orders.

- Hector's family?
- I gave his parents
your address.

They're gonna come by
and collect Hector's key.

- I'll tell Annie.
- How close were they?

- He wanted to marry her.
- Did she know
what his work was?

She was ex-army. Two tours.

She didn't hear the words,
but she knew.

Annie, I--

I have news about Hector.

Bad news.

Annie, he's gone.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Tiffy.
- You're sorry?

You knew him for years.
He was just a guy I met.

- He was in love with you.
- Yeah, well, not me.

Never fall in love
with a soldier--

Especially one pretending
to be a logistics clerk.
That was my rule.

That's a good rule.

Um, what happened?

- They'll never tell us.
- And you're okay with that?

- I'm getting used to it.
- Yeah, well, not me.

You know what I liked
about Hector?
That he was--

- That he was
a straight shooter.
- Right from the heart.

You want a tequila shot?
Yeah.

Sorry.

That's water, baby.
That's water. Come on.

Shh. Shh, shh.

Sergeant, I'm the M.E.,
Captain Bowen.

Let's see what we got here.

This is your buddy's
chest cavity.

Got a foreign object
right here.
A bullet.

And you were there
when it was fired?

Yes, sir.

With your permission,
I need to handle the body.

Looks like it came
through the neck here,
snapping the cerebral cortex.

He wouldn't have felt anything.

- Then into the chest cavity,
where it lodged here.
- That's what we figured.

Downward angle through here.

Sniper.

- I'm gonna need the bullet.
- Of course.

- What's the cover story?
- Play 16.

I'll issue the death
certificate, and we'll
prepare the remains for burial.

No traces of Beirut
on the body.

We'll take care of him,
Sergeant,

with respect and reverence.

- I'll stay.
- That's not necessary.

Thank you, sir.
I'll stay.

- That's not the truth.
- What do you want people
to hear? The facts?

- That's right. The facts.
- Okay.

You held a gun
to an American soldier's head.

That's a fact.

You pulled the trigger.
How's that for a creative
headline?

- The gun wasn't loaded.
- You didn't know that.

You have one of our secrets,
and we have one of yours.

You want to trade?

Those are his
personal bodyguards.

That would indicate
that he's in there.

He's inside.
I can get you close to him.

- Slowly.
- Slowly works.

All except the slow part.

There's a lot of men.
There's more inside.

They will die for him.

You turning shy?

Revenge is a dangerous thing,
my friend.

And I will not send my men
to die for another man's anger.

I'll go in first.
You don't like what you see,
turn around and go home.

[ Chuckling ]

You are serious?

[ Men Chattering
In Arabic ]

This mongrel sold you out
to the Butcher.

[ Man Speaks Arabic ]

- [ Groans ]
- [ Laughing ]

- What do you suggest
I do to him?
- He's your problem.

He gave you up.
It's not safe to go.

He'll have more security.

Because of this mongrel,
the Butcher will now
expect you and kill you.

I'm still going.

He's your problem, not mine.
[ Gun Cocks ]

Here's how I solve my problems.

Now he's someone else's problem.

Granger.

Granger, what are you doing?
Give me that.

What is this?

You're a murderer.
You publish these words,
they'd just kill people.

They'd get me killed,
and they'd get you killed.

- You gave me your word.
- I didn't give you anything.

- I don't have anything to give.
- Make sense of this.

There are people ready to
declare you an enemy combatant
right now just to shut you up.

- Do you want to vanish?
- You're threatening me.

No, I'm not threatening you.
I'm your friend.

I'm the only friend you got.
But I'm losing my patience.

Then I want some something.

If I'm gonna chuck
my journalism degree,
I want something.

- What?
- The guy who died--
your friend--

Be very careful.
Who was he?

What was he like?

You don't deserve it.

Something.
You're not worthy
of knowing his name.

Something, please,
to make this real.

Please.

White House?

N.S.C. It was my mission--
The oversight.

So I feel
connected to you...

and your colleague,
Sgt. Williams.

You want water?

Ice cubes?
Anything?

So you caught a bullet, huh?
Yes, sir.

I just wanted
to drop by in person
to offer our thanks.

But I'm not here.

Just as you weren't there.

I need to make sure
we're all on the same page.

What page is that again?

You were there,
and you took the hit.
Your friend took the hit.

We're a team
from the top down.

- I want to make sure
we've got it straight.
- Got it straight?

That none of it occurred.

You mean my friend,
Hector Williams?

Who was a good soldier?
None of that occurred?

Easy enough, right?

[ Glass Shatters ]

I'm looking
for the senior chaplain.

Uh, I'm a chaplain.
Not the senior one.

Will the senior chaplain
be back?

Well, there's a war happening.
That's where he is.

Colonel Ryan's command
issued a request
for the chapel...

for Thursday
at 1200 hours.

Uh, he authorized me
to have the paperwork.

Hmm.

Please.

The deceased was
with the 303rd Logistics.

- Sgt. Hector Williams.
- You're related
to the deceased?

No. He worked with my husband.

The body will be sent
to his hometown.
Yes, sir.

His family elected
to bury him in a family plot.

He could've been buried
at Arlington.
Yes, sir.

And we'd like to do
the memorial service for
the Unit here at the chapel.

Uh, we're doing a group
memorial in two weeks.

I'm sorry.
Did you say group memorial?
It's army policy.

We're short staffed
and this is...

our 63rd memorial service
so far this year.

If you want to look
for a later date,
that's what's available.

No.

We're authorized
for a memorial service.

Colonel Ryan can confirm that.
If you want me to call him--

No, ma'am.

The last thing I need to do
is bother a colonel.

As far as getting
the chapel ready,
I'll do what I can.

But we ran out of candles
two months ago.

I don't even have a budget
for Windex.

I am sorry for your loss,
but my staff is me.

Your staff just doubled.

[ Whirring ]

So--

At this press conference,

what do you want me to say?

What did Jesus say
to the Revlon lady?

"Don't talk to me about nails."

[ Chuckles ]
You're a writer.

Make up a daring escape.
Write your ticket.

You're the hero of the story.
That's what you really wanted,
isn't it?

No.

What I wanted...

was to show the people
the tragedy happening there.

Well, the truth...

is talk shows,
lecture circuits,

a million dollar book deal.

Think about it.
You didn't become a priest.
You became a journalist.

A man escapes from
a half a dozen armed guards.

People want to hear that story.

You tell that story,

and people listen to that man
if he wants to talk
about Lebanon.

I plan to press
disciplinary actions.
And you were up there--

Checking his cover story.
And why?

To make sure--
To make sure that what?
He held his water?

That's right.

What do you got
in your pockets?
Empty them out.

Are you kidding?
No. Empty 'em.

Where's your body bag?

I don't have a body bag.
Exactly.

But each soldier in the Unit
carries their own body bag.

And until you carry one,
you don't deserve to talk
to my men about their code.

They signed on to not exist.
For them, there is no legacy.

These men die for each other.
Not for you or for your boss.

These men are warriors.

You think you need
to remind them
about their codes of silence?

They answer
to a higher code, friend.

Let's keep
this meeting on point.
Your man attacked me.

A seriously wounded man
on his back attacked you?

Yes.

Well, he may have
dinged your ear,
but I'll break your jaw.

Now get the hell off my base.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Shouting In Arabic ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

Hello, Butcher.
Come on down.

[ Man Shouts In Arabic ]

[ Rebel Leader ]
We'll take the Butcher and you.

We had an understanding.

Things change.
[ Speaking Arabic ]

You owe me for Tripoli.

The Butcher's death
will even the debt.

Your last act on earth...

will be to see your enemy die.

[ Jonas ]
He murdered my friend.

Let me have the honor
of killing him.
[ Groans ]

No, he's right.

One last gift.

Imagine
how this will play...

all over the world.

- [ Groans ]
- [ Gunshots ]

[ Shouting In Arabic ]

[ Beeps ]

We got a boat to catch.

Hey.

Got your message.

I just got all these things
going on in my head.
Me too.

I didn't know where else
to go but here.

You were with him.

He just kept telling me
I'd make it.

And we talked about you.

You know, he was--
He was crazy about you.

Me too, about him.

I just needed to say that
to somebody.

Hey, he knew.

- Look, I need your help.
- Anything.

- Can you help me
get out of here?
- No way, soldier.

You were a medic.
Yeah, and do no harm to others.

- You broke your scapula and
you have internal bleeding.
- Just take these out--

You're gonna need that
for the pain.
Okay, okay.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
Hey, look at me.

Where exactly do you think
you're going?

Hector's parents are here,
at the apartment.

For how long?
I don't know. But they're
packing up his things.

I need to see them.
I promised him.

Good morning.

Mrs. Brown. Your service
isn't for two days.

I know.
I bought supplies
for your other services.

Flowers, candles--

Windex.
[ Chuckles ]

You bought those?

Yeah, Mrs. Brown,
I held a sunrise service...

in the woods this morning
for 19 Wiccans.

All army.

Now that's my job.
Serve all faiths.

Why are you doing this?

I want it to be
a good service--

for all of them.

Well, then you're a good woman.
No, I'm not good.

Every time my husband
goes on a mission, I pray.

That's good.
No.

I pray that if
someone has to die,

that it won't be him.

If someone dies,

I feel relieved--

for my baby,
for my family--

that it wasn't him.

This time...

God answered my prayer
with one of my husband's
friends.

God answered my prayer.

[ Rattling ]

Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Williams,
I'm Charles Grey.

- You were Hector's best friend.
- Yes, sir.
And we shared this apartment.

I'm sorry.
We just wanted
to get his things.

No. No, ma'am.
I understand.

[ Mr. Williams ]
Do you want
to sit down, son?

- No, sir. Not quite yet.
- [ Weeping ]

- You were wounded.
- Yes, ma'am.

With my son?
Yes, sir.

- They didn't tell us.
- No, ma'am. They wouldn't.

Look, I wanted
to see you personally.

I promised Hector I would.

I know he'd have done
the same for me.

Thank you.

I made a pot of coffee.

Uh, I'd love that.

You were with Hector
when he died?

Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.

There are things
that I can't tell you.

And I'm not going to lie to you.

I don't need the details.
Just the essence.

The essence, sir, is...

your son saved my life.

We captured the Butcher.

Killed?
Captured.

It was our mission,
just like saving you.

That thing--
that didn't happen.

You remember that?

That's right.

Now as I mentioned before.
We're not privy to that
information.

Sorry.
[ Bob ]
You ready?

The press is just
on the other side.

Yes. He's coming in
in just a moment.
He's in good health.

He liked ice in his beer.

The man who died--
My friend.

He liked ice in his beer.

[ Man ]
Hey, there he is.
[ Man #2 ] Marc Granger.

Mr. Granger.
Mr. Granger, over here.
[ Shouting Questions ]

[ Muffled Chattering ]

Mr. Granger?
[ Indistinct ]

As his commanding officer,
I need you to sign this form
releasing his body.

It's been an honor.

He's awfully pretty.

Always was.

Time to go home, Hector.

Detail, attention.

Present arms.

Quarter arms.

You brought him home.

That's a sacred duty.
Well done.

I knew you'd go back.
You played me.

I know you.
Not going back wasn't an option.

He was like a brother
to me, Colonel.

Thanks for coming.

Makes a lot of stuff
seem unimportant.

Do Unit citations
go flush or above?

Flush with the pocket seam.

And are you gonna put
his regimental insignia
on his uniform?

Yes.

And where's his home regiment?

18th Infantry.

"In omnia paratus."

"In all things prepared."

No medals, right?

Ribbons, yes. Medal, no.

He has a silver and bronze star.

- Mm-hmm.
- And a purple heart.

And he'll be getting
another purple heart?

His parents will.

[ Woman On TV,
Indistinct ]

What are you doing?

I'm spit-shining jump boots.

- You shouldn't spit.
- I need to see myself in them.

[ TV Continues ]

When are we going to tell her?

Marc Granger was a hostage
for months in war torn Lebanon.

Marc, you escaped
single-handedly.

You got yourself out of Beirut.

- How does it feel to be
an instant hero?
- I'm not.

There's talk of a book.
Maybe even a movie deal.

How does it all make you feel?
Lucky.

Very lucky.

But being a prisoner
for so long gave me
a lot of time to think...

about the political
situation in Lebanon.
That's good enough.

And I would like--
Not yet, it's not.

Hey.

Came to get my, uh,
dress uniform.

Uh--

I moved it.

You being here without an M.P.
could get you fired.

I guess I'm counting on you
not to turn me in.

Mmm.

Tiffy--

Shh.

[ Whispering ]
Quiet.

[ Sobs ]

I need you to get this
in Hector Williams's
hometown newspaper.

"First Class Sergeant
Hector Williams...

"was transporting documents
across an airfield
in Turkey...

"when an unexploded
ordnance blew up,
rolling his jeep.

"He died instantly.

"303rd Logistics Unit,
Fort Griffith Command,

expresses their condolences."

His whole life he's been
defending his country,

and at the end,
that's what he's gonna get?

That's Play 16.
Run it.

[ Chaplain ]
"And what greater love
hath any man...

but to give his life
for his brothers?"

Amen.

- Blane.
- Here, sir.

- Gerhardt.
- Here, sir.

- Grey.
- Here, sir.

- Brown.
- Here, sir.

Williams.

Sergeant Williams.

"Sergeant First Class
Hector Williams.

"Born November 16, 1976.

"Oldest son of
George and Carol Williams.

Killed in action."