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

Confirming target. Over.

Target confirmed, Jacknife.

Predator in range.

Armed and ready, sir.

Fire one.

Firing.

[special op 1] Go, go, go.

Target has one blue eye, one brown eye.

Confirm I.D.

Two brown.

[special op 2] Two blue, Gunny.

[special op 3] Another two brown.

Gunny, you better take a look at this.

Can you confirm Kabir, Jacknife?

Negative, sir.

We have two males, one female and a child.

I targeted the wrong vehicle, sir.

[theme music playing]

[SECNAV] An air strike to take out

Al Qaeda terrorist leader Kabir just failed.

Instead, we incurred civilian casualties,

leaving Kabir's whereabouts unknown.

Kabir's brother Mustafa warned

of another terrorist attack

spearheaded by Kabir, sir.

If we can't find him...

have we at least uncovered a clue

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

Clayton Webb suspects Kabir enlisted the services

of Russian Naval Officer Captain Mikael Yerastov.

So, he may be in league with Russian extremists?

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

You know more about Kabir than anyone

and you have the research assets

to expand your base of knowledge.

Tell me where the Navy is vulnerable to Kabir

and show me how to stop him.

-Yes, sir. -And to that point

I'd like Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie

back in Afghanistan.

Officially, they'll investigate

civilian casualties from that strike.

[Rabb] But unofficially we're investigating Kabir?

Correct.

Sir, why not be above board

and announce what we're doing?

Despite the desire to do so,

CIA and Navy missions do not always mesh.

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

[Chegwidden] Sir,

uh, there may be a hitch in this.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez was implicated

in the collateral damage due to the air strike.

Sir?

That's right, our Gunny.

[Rabb] Sir...

two senior JAG officers

investigating someone they know is going to raise flags.

I trust you can lower them, Commander.

Good luck.

When you see the Gunny, give him my best.

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

Two members of the cell captured in Eastern Afghanistan.

Are we supposed to interrogate them, Lieutenant?

-No. Just observe. -What, sir?

Standard of protocol, state of the prisoners.

What do you say we ignore all that, sir

and just beat the crap out of them?

Because we'll be too busy

preventing everybody else from doing that, Petty Officer.

[MacKenzie] Thank you, Corporal.

Gunny.

Commander, Colonel, good to see you again.

Let me show you where you can stow your gear.

How are you, Gunny?

Confused as to why senior attorneys are assigned

to this investigation, ma'am.

The Admiral wants to do right by you, Gunny.

Take it as a compliment.

If that's what the Commander wishes,

I will, sir.

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

Feel like sharing?

All right, sir.

I lead a Special Reaction Team

that reports back to Clayton Webb.

Well, our primary mission is

to monitor the CIA's pursuit of Kabir.

Our investigation into the civilian casualty issue

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

I'll make things even easier for you.

I'm responsible for those deaths.

Hello.

Lieutenant.

I don't believe we've met.

Came aboard this morning.

Dale Woodley, Central Intelligence Agency.

I'm Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

I'm the ship's JAG.

This is my Legalman,

Petty Officer Second Class Coates.

[Coates] Looks like something out of Mission Impossible.

Mission probable, Petty Officer.

Guard.

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

[Galindez] As part of Operation Hydra,

we were following Kabir

and two other Al Qaeda terrorists.

Finally caught up to them heading north

in a white Toyota pickup.

We maneuvered ahead of him a few clicks

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

Apparently not, sir.

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

Winds were up, visibility was low.

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

If you had doubts about the target,

why did you confirm it?

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

That's a remote area.

And I-I told an Afghan woman

to warn nearby residents to stay indoors.

Now, she's a scholar, sir.

Speaks Arabic, Dari, and Farsi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I wouldn't worry, Commander.

She'll show up.

Fareeza documents Afghan genealogy,

spends most of her time moving

from village to village.

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

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

[Coulter] I asked to be recalled.

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

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

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

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

I'm special, Colonel, but the truth is

this is just Operation Hydra:

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

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

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

Find anyone we know yet?

That depends. Who are you looking for?

Mac.

You like it here.

Call me crazy.

Well, what is it?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

It's a man's country.

Ah.

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

[speaking Farsi]

Okay. Language barrier.

We want to go through.

Seems simple enough.

How much?

How-how much?

[speaking Arabic]

[sighs]

[speaking Arabic]

Even I know better than to show the whole roll.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

See, the problem with "man country" is

that it's run by men.

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

that will all change.

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

[singing prayers]

Their supplies have been taken by bandits.

I think Gunny was helping them out.

She'll exchange information for food.

She was never here, was she?

No.

Let's get out of here.

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

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

She disappeared, and subsequently, Kabir escapes.

Now, what does that say to you?

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

Look, Gunny, what do your team members think?

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

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

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

It's your prerogative, sir.

We want to know more about this woman.

We've enlisted some locals to put out the word

see if they can find her.

Now, in the meantime, resume your duties.

Yes, ma'am.

That would be sniffing out Kabir.

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

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

and she never would have betrayed me.

[sighs]

He's in love with her.

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

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

Do you have an issue with this, sir?

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

to advantage by the defense counsel.

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

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

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

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

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

Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves here?

I would agree with that.

Talk to the prisoners, then we'll reconvene.

And you expect them to be forthcoming, sir?

I don't know-- Apply your training

to the problem and see what happens.

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

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

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

you keeping your interrogations

within the parameters set by my JAG.

And to insure that you do so,

I'm ordering Lieutenant Roberts

and his Legalman to be in attendance.

Aye, aye, sir.

[man] Salaam.

Hey, hey.

Stand by out here.

He doesn't know you.

Right here, Gunny.

[Gunny] Zulmai.

Victor.

Poppy harvest?

Who am I to tell the farmers

not to make the best profit they can?

You would if your son was addicted.

My son would never do drugs.

He likes having fingers.

We lost Kabir.

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

what's going on in my world?

My apologies.

What do you know?

Much.

Can you tell me where he is?

I cannot.

What do you need?

Weapons, ordnance...?

Well stocked, thank you.

What do you want, then?

[man] Nothing he can't get more of

from me.

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

You said nothing.

Then we are in agreement.

[scoffs]

Not yet.

Give me five minutes.

Guard.

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

May I speak with you in private?

Drug-induced information

was excluded from Mustafa Ateef's tribunal

due to lack of probative value.

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

No, look, I know that you feel frustrated.

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

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

Where'd you put the other prisoner?

Three compartments down.

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

We're on the same side here.

You have no idea what it's like

to be on my side, Lieutenant.

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

I'm just trying to do my job.

Well now you've got two.

This one's all yours.

Guard.

Do we have a plan, Lieutenant?

Where's Captain Kirk when you need him?

If he were here,

he would tell you to honor the Prime Directive.

Starfleet personnel shall not interfere

with developing societies?

Very good.

Captain Kirk interfered all the time.

To his constant regret.

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

You were educated in the U.S.

What happened to you?

I learned to love Allah.

Allah does not advocate killing those who disagree with you.

You know nothing about it.

I know about IDIC.

[Coates] What's that, sir?

Infinite diversity,

infinite combinations.

From the Koran, sir?

From Mr. Spock.

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

60 miles north.

I spotted him in the area buying gasoline.

Is there a verification, sir?

In progress.

How do you know it was him?

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

I want a piece of this, sir.

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

This is the business of saving American lives.

We do it fast, we do it thoroughly

and we do it my way.

May I ask what that is, sir?

We watch

while planes drop bombs.

[cell phone ringing]

Sexy Beast.

You wanted to slit Kabir's throat.

All of you take this so personally.

Two buildings fall down

and you scavenge the planet looking for the aggressor.

You think we shouldn't?

Almost every building in Kabul has collapsed.

War is our life here.

You can be its victim

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

[Webb] Gunny and I are taking off.

I'll call back when we have strike confirmation.

And my shipment?

On its way.

May Allah be with you.

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

You're my bodyguard or guide

as the situation dictates.

[speaking Farsi]

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

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

Pass the word to Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie.

Secure my weapon, Corporal.

Aye, aye, Gunny.

What are Rabb and MacKenzie doing here?

Investigating me, sir.

So where's this cotton mill, sir?

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

My intel has that location

being inhabited by a rival warlord.

Farooq was setting us up to do his business.

And you traded explosives for this information?

I promised him explosives...

What's he getting?

Folding chairs.

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

This is Ghazi.

His father was executed by the Taliban.

He's the chief breadwinner of his family.

Been repairing cars for the last three years.

A man, accompanied by a woman

asked him to check his engine and then headed east.

He matched the woman to Fareeza's photo.

Did you get a description of the guy?

[speaking Farsi]

[speaking Farsi]

What did he say?

His eyes were different colors.

One brown, one blue.

[Captain] You look exhausted, Lieutenant.

[Roberts] It's the interrogation, sir.

How's that going?

Better, sir.

Moral protocol issues?

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

I was able to obtain some information, sir.

You, or Agent Woodley?

Myself, sir.

The, uh, prisoner and I found some

common ground, and we've been

speaking for the last four hours.

You're joking.

No, sir. He was very tired,

didn't realize what he was saying

but during a discussion of "kohlinar"

he let it slip out.

What's "kohlinar"?

An attempt to purge all emotion

and achieve a state of pure logic, sir.

It's a Vulcan concept, sir.

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

Kabir achieved this state while on retreat at his compound.

What do you have that's relevant, Lieutenant?

The location of the compound, sir.

[phone ringing]

[Galindez] Sand Crab.

[Harm] Gunny.

Yes, Commander.

What's your status?

I hooked up with Clayton Webb, sir.

He's interfacing with his operatives at the moment.

Good. Stay with him.

Have you found Fareeza, sir?

She's with Kabir, Gunny.

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

We spoke to someone this afternoon who saw them together.

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

One blue, one brown.

It makes no sense, sir.

It does if she works for him.

She's a historian, Commander.

She's risked her life opposing the Taliban.

She'd never support their allies.

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

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

Maybe he needed an interpreter.

Kabir speaks eight languages, Gunny.

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

and concentrate on the task at hand.

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

Is that clear?

Yes, sir, it is.

We'll talk soon.

Good news, sir?

My man aboard the Seahawk

just told me he was able to obtain

Kabir's destination in Afghanistan

from a prisoner.

Central Command is riding herd.

Your team has been assigned to mop up.

Where's he headed, sir?

The Arghandab Valley.

Ground troops?

Bombs.

-Call it off, sir. -Right.

Mr. Webb, he has a woman with him.

I know her.

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

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

The mission can be changed to a rescue, sir.

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

I need your support on this, sir.

You need to shut up and think this through.

If you could just hear me out.

Not interested!

Now do I have your attention, Mr. Webb?

Yes!

What do I need to know about this woman?

That I'm involved with her, sir.

[MacKenzie] You having second thoughts about Gunny?

His instincts have always been pretty good.

Love is an antidote to instincts.

Mac!

Harm!

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

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

Great.

Look carefully at the ground around you.

Do you see anything?

Stars.

Stars? Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think I'm fine.

[groaning]

Look, isn't the idea to bury mines

so you can't see them?

Sometimes there's a little depression

or a slight pile.

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

Depends on how long ago it was buried.

I'm going to stand up.

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

[grunts softly]

That right rear tire

is shredded.

Yeah, and so is the left front.

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

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

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

Astronomically long.

Your odds of winning the lottery...

Okay, Mac, I get the point.

What are you doing?

Well, you can't walk over here

so I'm going to drive closer to you.

What about the mines?!

Well, they're antipersonnel mines.

They won't blow up a Humvee.

I'm not in a Humvee.

Good point.

Toss me the canteen.

[sighing]

Any ideas?

I'm, uh... thinking.

Okay, I got an idea.

What?

You take cover on the far side of the Humvee.

I'm going to walk over to it.

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

Well, I'm not going to stand here

like a statue forever when there's probably nothing

between me and that Humvee but dirt.

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

The first step is the hardest.

Harm, don't.

[laughs nervously]

[clicking sound]

Did you hear that?

Uh-huh.

Boy, are you lucky.

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

No, you're standing on a mine.

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

It's probably a Soviet butterfly mine.

So, what does that mean--

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

Right.

So, how does that make me lucky?

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

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

[sighing]

Okay, we'll come up with something.

You figure they mined that slope?

Probably not; it's too steep.

Good. You go up there.

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

Bring back help.

I wouldn't get there till morning

and you're not going to stand here all night

in the freezing cold.

What other choice do I have?

Well, something better than that.

There is nothing better than that.

-Now, go. -No.

I'm not leaving.

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

the ammo box.

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

It doesn't have to.

[grunting]

It just has to be heavy enough

to delay the mine until you can get

to the other side of the Humvee.

Okay, now what?

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

Mac!

You could have killed us both!

Yeah, but I didn't.

[grunting] Okay...

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

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

okay?

[grunting]

[grunting]

Okay, I got it; take cover.

-You take cover. -What...?

Why do you have to be so damn macho?

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

than you can from down there?

-Can I? -Probably.

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

You know, sometimes you can be infuriating?

I know.

Now, go.

Good luck.

Thanks.

[grunting]

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine. You?

Yeah.

[tentative chuckle]

Ah... thanks, Mac.

That took guts.

You would have done the same for me.

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

Neither does the Marine Corps.

I saw it in a movie.

You saw it in a movie?

Yup.

They don't use real booby traps in movies.

-Come on. -They make things up!

Mac!

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

We have solid intel on the whereabouts of Kabir.

The strike's going forward.

I understand.

I made the best argument I could.

Like hell you did, sir.

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

How long have you known her?

Five months.

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

She was a folk singer.

Used to serenade me

with the saddest songs I'd ever heard.

And what happened to her, sir?

Classified.

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

Would you commit ground personnel

to liberate an Afghan woman

traveling with a known terrorist?

She's a captive, sir.

Prove it.

What now, sir?

We wait till it's over.

Look.

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

We'll camp there for the night.

It's better than risking tripping a mine

trying to get back to the road.

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

Yeah, we could both use a rest.

All right.

[Johnson] Central Command has approved the target.

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

When do we begin, Skipper?

How fast can you talk?

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

four Hornets on strike alert.

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

What about the target area, sir?

Got eight buildings and four trucks

scattered over a three-mile stretch--

all confirmed Al Qaeda.

Switch me to Spotter Team freq.

Aye, aye, sir.

This is Seahawk JAG.

Roger, Seahawk, this is Boomerang ground.

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

I've double-checked GPS coordinates, Seahawk.

Any questionable structures inside the blast radius?

Negative, Seahawk.

Any indication of personnel in the area?

We have four trucks in front of the main entrance.

One's got the motor running.

What's your recommendation?

I recommend that you prosecute the target, sir.

Boomerang Lead, you're cleared in hot.

Roger, Skipper. We copy.

Two minutes from strike zone.

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

and ask them to send up a room divider.

[laughs softly]

I thought you'd want your own space.

[chuckling]

How much more space do I need, Mac?

Ah, fine.

[grunting]

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

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

hypothermia.

You make it sound so inviting.

You want an invitation?

Yes.

Why don't you come over here?

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

All right.

-Okay? -Yeah.

-Mac. -What?

Do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

Not many places left in the U.S.

where you can hear absolutely nothing.

[faint boom in distance]

Where is that coming from?

[distant explosion]

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

From the look on your face,

must be bad news.

-Sir? -What is it, Lieutenant?

A report from Afghanistan.

Commander Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie

are unaccounted for.

-Missing? -Yes, sir.

They were conducting

an investigation on their own

and lost contact with base camp.

-How long? -Hours, sir.

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

Keep me informed.

You have my recall number.

Aye, aye, sir.

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

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

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

Oh, my God.

Yes, gone a long time, too.

That's terrible.

Isn't it?

Have you no shame?

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

I'm talking about you gloating about my friends misfortune

and coveting their offices.

I never said anything of the kind.

No, you wouldn't, you little coward.

-I'm not a coward. -No?

How bout you and I forget

that we're lieutenants for five minutes?

Just you and me.

And then what?

[smacking]

[thudding]

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

You all right, ma'am?

Perfect.

-Commander, Colonel. -Good to see you.

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

Helo found your Humvee this morning.

Thought you guys might be captured, or worse.

-We're fine. -Corpsman!

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

We can't provide you with a shower

but we'll wash up these cuts

and put an antiseptic on them.

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

Please, sir.

Humor me.

[Chegwidden] Lieutenants.

Thought you liked to know that, uh,

Rabb and MacKenzie have been located

safe and...

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

Lieutenant, what happened to your face?

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

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

I most definitely will respond

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

Carry on.

[both] Aye, aye, sir.

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

I don't know, Petty Officer.

The admiral stopped asking the commander questions

once he got to the part about the goat.

Are they hurt, sir?

Bloodied a bit by debris.

Where are they now, sir?

They're at the strike site

with Commander Coulter.

She's a forensic pathologist

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

You got lucky, Lieutenant.

Well, I can't argue with that.

Although the prisoner was more off his guard

with Lieutenant Roberts than he was with you, sir.

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

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

without being tricked or coerced.

Maybe that's because you never stuck around

long enough to see it happen.

I apologize for the Petty Officer, sir.

That was uncalled for.

You're missing an important principle here.

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

because they refused to play fair.

And make no mistake about it,

they'll be a threat to our way of life

as long as we give them that advantage.

You have a safe passage.

Why'd you apologize for me, sir?

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you,

it's just that...

I didn't feel like he quit.

He just went on to the next prisoner.

Felt he needed a break.

He didn't give you one, sir.

Don't think I needed one.

Have you ever met anyone like yourself, Lieutenant?

Don't think so.

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

will you let me know?

Yo, second squad, outside the perimeter.

Any sign of Kabir or Fareeza. Thanks, Corporal.

All structures were hit. Three vehicles destroyed.

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

Any word on Kabir or Fareeza?

Not yet.

Sir, ma'am, you all right?

Don't worry about us, Gunny.

Do what you've got to do, Gunny.

Yes, sir.

What'd you do, take Kabir on yourself?

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

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

-Mac, Harm. -[Rabb] Commander.

[MacKenzie] Lieutenant Commander Teresa Coulter.

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

Can you brighten my day, Commander?

Yes and no.

This was attached to a male finger

found in the rubble in building six.

Kabir's name is inscribed inside.

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

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

definitive indication yet.

May I see it?

Sure.

Wait, there's more written here.

It's a gift.

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

Osama bin Laden?

Correct.

What's the bad news?

Three of the bodies found

indicate signs of radiation poisoning.

The wreckage of building two is also hot

but no materials have been found.

Maybe they were building something.

Or transporting it.

Any of the vehicles radioactive?

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

I understand there is a truck missing.

Some Al Qaeda are believed to have slipped away

during the attack.

[man] Gunny!

We just pulled Fareeza from the wreckage of building six.

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

This will just take a minute.

Is it serious?

Yeah.

She's dead.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Just happened. I'm sorry.

Was she ever conscious?

I have her story.

Well let's hear it, Corporal.

Yes, sir.

Fareeza said that she, uh,

tried to warn the residents to stay in

the night of the attack on Kabir.

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

They were claiming to be local militia.

He told the family that the village

was about to be bombed, and they ought to flee

the same direction that he was going.

Smart bastard.

Fareeza tried to explain who Kabir was

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

She even told them that the reason they picked them

was because they had the same color truck.

Why didn't they believe her?

Kabir told them she was CIA.

And that she was working with a rival tribe

that had been threatening the village for decades.

Did she say why she was with them?

He forced her.

He figured that he was less likely to be spotted

if he was half of a couple.

Thanks.

Nuestro amor de es el niño del padre cruel.

What?

It's a song lyric.

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

[MacKenzie] Hey, you okay?

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

for Kabir while Fareeza was with him.

Not the other way around?

Oh, she was a pistol, sir.

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

Especially the state of her country.

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

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

A one-way street.

Guess that makes me look like a fool.

Not in my book.

[Rabb] Listen, Gunny,

this may come as little consolation,

but you will be cleared in our report.

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

And you deserved better from us than our skepticism.

No, I was never offended, ma'am.

What goes on in this part of the world--

it's a lot bigger than me.

Important thing is, we got our man.

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

that match the DNA from the finger

we've confirmed is Kabir's.

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

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

How do you account for the finger?

Well, the tissue was charred

which obscured how it was removed.

On closer inspection, I realized it had been severed,

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

-Like with a knife? -Yeah.

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

Make us think he was dead.

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

What kind of a man would do that?

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

Given Kabir's profile, it makes sense.

Yeah, most likely slipped away with the others.

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

but so is his plan.

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