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As-salamu alaykum.

My name is Khadija Young.

I am the Iraqi bureau chief for ITT Europe.

My... my contact is Lisa Miller in the London office.

Her information is on this ID.

I'm a journalist.

Under Article 4 and Article 79 of the Geneva Convention

y-you cannot touch me.

This soldier is unconscious. He needs medical attention.

I'm Muslim, sir, I am Muslim.

Please, just tell me what you want to know.

What do you want to know? Ask me something.

Ask me something!

My name is Khadija Young!

I'm the foreign correspondent for ITT News.

My address is 1420...

Please, please, please.

I'll talk to you. I'll talk to you.

I'll tell you anything you wanna know. Please...

Please help me, please...

- Where am I? - I don't...

I don't know.

Are you shot?

You were in the Marine Security Guard in the convoy.

Looks like you're shot.

I was coming in and out there.

Did you talk?

I didn't. I didn't tell him anything useful.

You talked.

Name, job title, address. That's it.

What'd he ask you?

- What did he ask you? - Nothing.

Lightweight.

I'm... I'm a journalist.

The US Embassy will reward you if you could just

send word of our capture to them.

Please. You can help us, OK?

Please. Please, they'll reward you.

Where are you taking him?

Shh, shh, shh...

Look at me.

Oh, fuck!

Ow!

Look at me.

- What is your name? - Khadija Young.

Are you an American citizen?

Yes.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I'm a journalist.

Oh, fuck!

What is your name?

Khadija Young.

- Are you an American citizen? - Yes.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I'm a journalist for ITT International News.

- What is your name? - Kat Young.

- Are you an American citizen? - Yes.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I'm a journalist.

Oh, fuck! Look me up!

Use the internet! I am an accredited journalist.

An overseas correspondent.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I'm a fucking ITT journalist!

The grey-haired man in the convoy worked in

- the Foreign Service. - Bullshit!

- He told me you worked in the embassy. - Bullshit!

He told me so just before I shot him. He was not lying.

You had no right! You had no right to attack our convoy!

There is an embassy in Baghdad.

There is a consulate two and a half hours away in Kirkuk.

There's a consulate one and a half hours away in Erbil.

But there's no consulate in Mosul.

So.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I'm an overseas correspondent

in the foreign bureau at ITT...

Look at me.

Look at me.

What is your name?

Kat Young.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I am...

I'm on a diplomatic mission.

What do you do for the state department?

I write freelance as an overseas correspondent for ITT News.

- Do you know who Hassan Atwa is? - No.

- Do you know who Hassan Atwa is? - Yes.

- Do you know who Ahmed Yasin is? - Yes!

- Do you know who Saed Mohammed is? - Yes!

Have you, or anyone you know, been responsible for the death of an Iraqi?

- Yes! - Are you CIA?

No!

What is your name?

What is your name?

What's your name?

My name is Kat Young.

What are you doing in Mosul?

I w...

I work for the state department.

Shh. It's OK.

It's OK.

Good. Good, good, good.

I...

I didn't even want to go to Mosul.

Everyone else... Everyone else was in Basra.

I was just...

I was just filling in. I didn't ask for any of this.

The man who took your thumbnail... Hamza.

He said that you'd be easy to break.

What would you do?

Would you be easy?

If you act like a victim

people will victimise you.

You wouldn't talk?

That guard called you Oualid.

The kunya for Oualid is "Abu Khalid".

I know you're from Mosul.

Your accent is Maslawi

that's the one I always have trouble with.

So that makes you Oualid Chalabi

of the Ummah Brotherhood.

So I know your name.

I know where you're from.

And I know what you're doing in Mosul.

Chalabi...

Chalabi is a Shiite name.

Mosul is Sunni.

There can't be that many Chalabis left here.

Pretty sure Special Activities Division could make a list.

So I can find your family.

I can find out where you live.

So you don't need to talk, Oualid.

I can find out everything about you.

What do you think I do in the State Department?

I think you work in the foreign service.

I work part time as a translator to fulfil my work visa.

Then how do you know about the Special Activities Division?

Because my name is Khadija Young

and I am the foreign correspondent for ITT International News

and that is what I'm doing in Mosul.

Do you know what I see when I look at you?

I see fear.

It was nice to meet you.

Oh, no.

The pleasure is all mine.

We've only just begun.

You took off your blindfold?

They took it off for me.

I'm gonna take a look at your stomach.

OK.

They gave you a doctor?

I didn't see his diploma.

Hmm. Must have been state school. Even I could do better than this.

Prove it.

That good, huh?

Could be worse.

How?

Could have been me.

Played football.

Tore my ACL.

Hurt about this much.

You'll be alright.

Your hula-hooping days are over.

Hey, now.

Calm down.

Lost my whole crew today.

I don't think we should dwell on it.

Yeah?

Yeah. We need to focus on what we can control.

We move forward. We strategise.

What are you, anyways?

Politician, diplomat?

I'm a journalist.

Written anything I heard of?

I work for ITT Europe.

Never heard of it.

Well, I'm the Iraqi Bureau Chief.

How many people in that bureau?

Just me.

So why do they call it a bureau?

Look, do you know how many news outlets can keep full-time foreign bureaus?

You're not even full-time?

I'm sorry, am I on trial here?

Yeah. You are.

What is your problem?

Put my life on the line to escort a fucking journalist?

And you're not even a real journalist?

How is any of this my fault?

Cos I don't wanna die for nothing!

Well, that's even more reason to stay focused.

- We look for an opportunity... - Lankford is dead.

- Put our heads together... - Taylor is dead.

- Stay calm... - The staff sergeant's dead.

The DSS agent's dead. My whole detachment is dead

even the fucking diplomat!

James Willett?

He was the Consulate Deputy Director.

- Well, he was shot. - Dead?

Dead.

So it's just us?

Just us.

What mosque is that?

Mm...

If we're in the centre of Mosul then it's the Great Mosque of al-Nouri.

The one with the leaning steeple?

Minaret.

Whatever.

If we were in the centre of the market, that mosque would be deafening.

Mm.

Must be a mile off?

Due north, judging by the sunset.

So what neighbourhood is a mile due south of the mosque?

Hayy al Jawsaq.

It's near the airport.

Lots of buildings.

Easy to hide us.

I'm not great with, uh, men

especially... Southern jock football types. No offense.

I, uh...

I didn't mean to piss you off earlier.

Sorry I...

shouted at you.

Real sorry.

I, uh... woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Our host is Abu Khalid

founder of the Ummah Brotherhood.

- I heard of him. - Yeah.

He bombed government buildings in Baghdad and Fallujah.

Kidnapped civilian contractors from Syria.

Blew up US army barracks in Kuwait and tried for a US air base in Qatar.

Jesus.

Why's he torturing two lowlifes like us?

He thinks we have information.

Do we?

No one holds up under torture.

There's a reason it's been around for thousands of years

because it fucking works.

What did Abu Khalid ask you?

He wanted to know if I worked at the embassy.

He asked me if I worked at the embassy too.

You think he wants to bomb the embassy?

That's what Abu Khalid does. He bombs things.

We have...

embassy access codes, security protocols.

Mm-hmm.

We do have valuable information.

The embassy is the biggest target in the country, 15,000 employees.

Christ.

Abu Khalid will keep us alive as long as we can help him.

As soon as we talk, he'll kill us.

Let's say you're right.

How many people would know the Ummah Brotherhood

is planning an attack on the embassy?

As far as we know...

two people.

So what do we do?

Step one, don't tell him anything.

Step two?

Get word to the embassy.

Step three?

Escape.

Stop... Stop, stop!

You don't have to do this.

I haven't done anything.

I don't know anything. Please.

No, no, no.

Please. Please. Please.

No, no, no! Please, please don't! Please don't!

No, no!

Hello.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, please don't. Please don't!

Please don't! No, no, no!

Khadija.

You're named for Khadija al-Kubra

the wife of the prophet.

First follower of Islam.

Mother of all Believers.

Your boss in the grey hair.

Do you think he had a right to be in Iraq?

I believe diplomats have a right to travel without being murdered.

Diplomats...

May I?

C'mere.

It's OK. It's OK.

I had a daughter.

One day...

I saw her crying in the street.

I asked her what was wrong.

And she said another girl had pushed her.

So I said

"Why don't you push her back?"

And she just...

looked at me.

With those big...

big, brown eyes.

And said, "Baba, if I didn't like it

why should she?"

She was clever.

Like you.

And tough.

Much tougher than me.

She only came up to my belt buckle, but she ran the whole house.

They burnt my house in a fireball.

I wasn't there.

She was.

She was my only child.

Was that before

or after you bombed US army barracks in Kuwait?

I'm sorry about what happened to your daughter, but...

you put her in harm's way

by living with non-combatants. That's... that's on your head.

I think it's on the diplomat's head.

I did not invade your country.

You invaded mine.

And now half a million civilians are dead.

And you think I am the bad guy.

Do you know what the most important thing in life is?

Freedom?

Perseverance.

More than intellect.

More than birth.

Fortune smiles on those that never give up.

Because...

fate may be hard, for a day

a month, a year.

But one day

when you least expect it

fate takes a day off.

And something good sneaks through.

And you have to catch those moments of opportunity.

Like you and your soldier friend...

delivered to me

opportunity.

Contact the embassy.

They will pay good money for my release.

How did you learn Arabic, Khadija?

I was raised in Bahrain.

I went to a British International School.

Your accent is American.

My parents were victims of restructuring.

The, um...

State Department sent us back to the US.

I...

I went to a public high school in DC.

Kiboshed my British accent pretty damn quick.

You didn't like high school.

Everyone has a tough time in high school.

What was it?

Was it a boy?

When I attack the embassy, the gates will close.

The Marines will raise the vehicle barriers.

The employees will take their computers and retreat to the panic rooms.

You've practiced these lockdown drills.

So...

you will teach me

every procedure, every key card, every door code.

How long ago did your daughter die?

Would she about my age now?

Her whole little body burned.

Her skin...

peeling off

like a boiled tomato.

Her charred hair...

turned to ash.

But she was still alive.

I tried to...

reach out and hold her

one last time...

but when I... reached out

she screamed.

The pain.

I could not hold her.

Only watch her die.

I will not help you.

I am named for Khalid ibn al-Walid

the companion of the Prophet

a Sword of Allah.

I have seen so much more than you.

And I have survived... so much more than you.

Time is on my side...

not yours.

They might do mock executions.

White torture. We should be prepared.

White torture?

Yeah. Isolation. Sensory deprivation.

Actually sounds kinda nice.

They put a sack over your head, turn the lights off

and leave you to sit in the dark. You lose your mind in a week.

Yeah, we need to escape.

I don't wanna just sneak away.

I wanna nail these guys.

How in the holy fuck are we gonna "nail these guys"?

And why do you care so much about nailing terrorists

if you're just a... journalist?

Who are you really?

Let go of me.

Mr Khalid seems to think it was worth it to attack your heavily-armed convoy

take your ass hostage, and interrogate the shit out of you.

Let go of me.

Now if I'm gonna die in here, cos of you

I have a right to know.

Who are you?

Do you know why they lock us in a room together?

C'mon.

A bunch of religious guys, locking an unmarried woman

in a cell with an unmarried man?

There's gotta be a pretty damn good reason.

So why'd they do it?

So, talk.

The army knows about this safe house.

How do you know which safe houses they know?

JSOC formed a task force

Special Activities Division, Delta Force

the 1st Brigade of the 4th Infantry.

They're calling in drones to wipe out every target on their list.

The Army knows about this safe house. It is on the damn list.

I knew you weren't a fucking journalist.

When's the strike?

I have absolutely no idea.

We just need to stay here and keep them occupied.

Sooner or later, the Army will call in a strike and kill Abu Khalid.

So we're supposed to just sit here and get tortured until we die?

That's your plan?

No. That is not what I'm saying.

You should be a motivational fucking speaker.

You are filling me with hope.

Look, what does Abu Khalid want?

Intel on the embassy.

So we give it to him. Slowly.

Layout, security protocols, the access codes...

But everything slightly wrong.

We plan it out. Rehearse it like lines in a play.

Our stories jibe...

We give him all the info, slow as possible.

It keeps us alive. And it keeps him coming back to this safe house.

It's not much.

It's not nothing.

And so, in the meantime, we...

look for a way out?

First, we plan.

And then?

Practise.

Thirty-five Marines on guard.

Five men to a detachment.

Four hour shifts...

Key card access by the north gate house.

Access code 537393...

537393...

537393...

537393.

537393...

How do you feel?

Walking on sunshine.

I, uh...

I saved you my vegetables.

If you can call them that.

No...

thank you.

Shit.

I know.

Amir.

Saif, Imad...

Amir, Saif, Imad.

Amir, Saif, Imad.

Oh!

You're trying to fighting infection. Your body's trying to heal you.

Um...

OK, uh...

Take a deep breath.

Hold it.

Let it out slowly.

Um, close your eyes.

You're out in nature.

Picture it.

This is New-Age hippie bullshit.

Just keep breathing.

You're out in nature.

Describe it to me. Tell me where you are.

The lake.

OK. Tell me more about the lake.

- This is some hippie bullshit. - Tell me.

Used to come up here with my dad.

You could...

practically stick your hand in the water and pull up a spotted bass.

Keep talking to me.

You come up here at dawn

mist... rising off the lake.

And the current, rocking your boat like...

like you're lying in a hammock.

Nothing but the smell of pine...

and the loons, calling across the water.

You ever hear a loon?

Wild sound, like...

like a wolf's howl.

Hearing that ancient sound takes you back a thousand years.

You feel like you're the first person in the world.

This lake...

is your place, Luke.

If they hurt you... you come here.

They can't touch you.

Where do you go?

When they torture you?

You promise you won't laugh at me?

Cannot make that promise.

I, um...

I go to Baghdad.

I'm in the embassy

my own office, my name on the door.

A promotion.

That's what you picture?

You said you wouldn't laugh.

No, I didn't promise, and I'm not laughing.

Come on.

I'm overdue a promotion.

My boss can't even speak Arabic, for Christ's sake.

Just for once, I want someone to call me

"Operations Officer Young"

instead of just "Kat".

So yeah, that's what I picture to get me through

being rewarded for all this.

Well, I think you deserve the promotion

maybe a parking spot.

Do you have a call sign at the embassy?

Are you still making fun of me?

No. I'm serious.

No. I'm not important enough to have a codename.

Come on.

The guys in CST used to call me...

Wildcat.

Wildcat.

That's pretty badass.

They called you that cos your name's Kat?

Partly.

You figure that all out by yourself?

I sure did.

What's the other part?

I'm not telling you the other part.

Kat, look at me.

I'm not going anywhere. Who am I gonna tell?

The other part was...

they were making fun of me.

I, um...

I don't drink, I don't go to bars.

They thought I was...

shy or a wimp, so...

it was... It was funny to call me Wildcat.

What are you laughing at?

Just proud of myself.

Yeah?

Got you to open up.

Who are you?

Are you a US citizen?

What are you doing in Mosul?

Who are you?

Qusay Hadad...

Nasser Bank.

Account number...

030-813-0129.

030-813-0129.

030-813...

No. No, no, no.

Say, "I consider you lawful."

No, no, no.

You are my rented woman.

- No! Please.., - Say it.

Say it.

No.

If you say that, it will be lawful.

- No! Please, please, don't! - Say...

Say it. Say it.

Please don't do this to me!

Please, no!

Shh.

Rape!

- Rape! - Shh! Don't...

- Abu Khalid! - Shh!

Shh...

Say it.

No, please, no...

- What do you want? - Get him off me.

- Why would I do this for you? - Please. Please. Please!

Are you CIA?

- No. - Are you CIA?

- No. - Are you CIA?

No!

No!

Are you CIA!

Yes!

What is your rank?

I'm a National Clandestine Service Language Officer.

A translator?

Yeah. There were no open slots for case officers.

What about the journalism?

I searched the internet, I saw your articles.

Translator is my official cover. Journalism is my N.O.C.

I don't wanna be a translator forever, I wanna be a case officer.

Then why aren't you?

Take your pick.

Cos I'm a woman, cos I was raised overseas

cos my C.O.S. is an officious prick

and because I'm the sort of idiot who gets themselves kidnapped.

The grey-haired man in the truck. He was CIA?

Of course he was.

Shh...

It's OK.

Thank you.

Shh.

It's OK now.

It's OK.

You're mine.

Saif Shadid is an arms buyer living in Khartoum

under the name Abdul Shammas.

Amir Halabi recruits fighters

in Baghdad under the name Rafid Rahal.

The embassy compound is the largest in the world.

Big as Vatican City, there's apartment buildings

movie theatres, tennis courts, an Olympic swimming pool...

Uh, the buildings are reinforced with concrete

and deep security perimeters.

A civilian RSO is in charge of the Marine Security Guards

and Diplomatic Security Service.

Tell me about the soldiers.

A hundred MSGs on base.

Snipers on the roof.

Um, the Local Guard Force mans the gates.

Suppose I enter at night, through the north gate?

You wouldn't get past perimeter walls.

- I will attack with gas. - They have gasmasks.

- It will slow them down. - A siren goes off.

The compound locks down.

Every office is cut off with heavy, code-locked doors.

How do we get past the north gatehouse?

Key card entry.

Access code 537393.

Uh, there's 30 Marines on night-watch.

Five men to a detachment. Eight-hour shifts.

How are you feeling?

They beat me like a rented mule.

Mm. Still beats working.

How do I look?

You're... You're a little infected.

Thank you.

You're not a big complainer, are you?

You sure the Army knows about this safe house?

Yes.

It's the whole reason our convoy came to Mosul.

Willett was visiting our assets.

We don't know the whole network, just a few spots, like this one.

Then why haven't they struck yet?

Um, maybe they're...

They know we're here. They don't want to kill us.

Maybe they're preparing a ground team.

Can't you do anything?

I'm not James fricking Bond.

We're trained to gather information, that's it.

I majored in Psych and minored in Sociology.

I'm not the one you call to kill a terrorist.

I'm the one you call to write a thesis about it.

If I was Abu Khalid...

I'd hide my safe house right next to a mosque.

So the US can't bomb it.

Well...

If I ever get round to running a terrorist group

I'll keep that in mind.

Luke.

I know all their names now.

Their bank accounts. Phone numbers.

The whole Ummah Brotherhood.

If we survive this...

I'll get a Distinguished Intelligence Cross

and you'll get whatever they give Marines.

Maybe...

we'll figure out a way to escape.

Fortune smiles on those who never give up.

Because...

fate may be hard

for a day, a week, a year...

But when you least expect it

fate takes a day off.

And something good sneaks through.

That...

That fell off the bed!

I had nothing to do with that, I didn't have anything to do with that!

Get on the bed! Now!

Get on the bed!

No! No!

Wait! Wait...

Please, I don't know...

No, no, no, no!

No! No, no!

No! No!

Please, come on, we're friends now!

You and I, I'm on your side. Please don't do this, please.

Please!

Stop! No!

Please don't do this!

No!

Stop!

Stop! Please!

Please just stop!

No, please, no!

I... I told you everything.

Ask me...

I... I...

Come here. Come on.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's OK.

I told them.

What did you tell them?

I'm sorry.

Luke, look at me.

What did you tell them?

Did you tell them about the embassy codes?

I told them about CIA.

I told them the CIA knows about this safe house.

I told them they're planning an airstrike.

Could come any day.

I told them we've been lying about the codes.

I told them...

Why?

Why? After all this, why now?

Why? Why?

- The only way to make them stop. - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you goddamned lightweight!

What did they do to you?

What did they do to you that they haven't done 100 times?

I mean, did they beat you?

- No. - Did they rape you?

God, no.

Did they call you bad names and hurt your fucking feelings?

They didn't do anything!

It was you.

What?

I heard you screaming for your life.

They told me they'd kill you if I didn't say anything, so I talked.

What was I supposed to do?

I wanted to save your life.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Come on.

Come on.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK.

Shh, shh, shh.

Here, come on.

OK.

- OK. - I read once that, uh...

your body can only...

Your body can only produce... pain endorphins

for about 15 minutes

before it starts running dry.

Luke, you can take more.

OK? There's more in you.

I'm out of gas.

You're probably gonna be the last person I see alive.

I'm glad it was you.

Doesn't this mean anything to you?

Wanted to make my dad proud.

And do something with my life. Make a difference.

Be a hero?

All my life.

I didn't do much, did I?

Went to Iraq and got shot...

You're up to something.

You wanna be a hero, Luke?

You creepy bastard!

- Sadistic son of a bitch! - Abu Khalid!

Abu Khalid!

Stop! No! You're killing him! Please stop, stop!

No more! No more!

No more!

You've broken our trust.

What goddamned trust?

No, no, no!

Oh, God...

Come on. Come on.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Stay with me. - I'm still here.

OK... I'm so sorry.

We knew it'd be bad.

You... you don't deserve any of this.

It's OK.

I got something for you.

You got it?

You did it.

It's up to you now, Kat.

I know.

It's gotta mean something.

Everything we've been through.

You gotta get these guys.

I will, Luke.

People...

can only kick you...

when you're laying down.

When you stand up

they've got to look you in the eye.

Always stand up.

Oh, God...

Keep breathing.

No, I...

- No, I... - Yes, you can.

I can't take it.

Just close your eyes.

I want it to stop.

Do you remember the lake?

- Do you see the lake? - I can't take it.

The pine trees?

The fishing line where it meets the bobber in the water?

I see it.

Where are you?

My uncle's skiff.

Tell me.

I got something on the line.

Something good.

I...

I can feel it.

Hey, no. No, no...

Where... where have you taken me?

Somewhere where your government doesn't know.

Where they can never get to you

and you can never escape.

Oh, goddamn it.

You blew it, you blew it, you blew it.

How...

How are you supposed to find me when I don't even know where I am?

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK, OK.

OK.

Something's gotta give.

Think. Come on.

You need help.

Anything, something.

Please, I just need help.

You hid me by the Great Mosque of al-Nouri.

So there are no drone strikes.

You're afraid of bombs

like the one that crushed your house.

Why are you angry, Oualid?

Is it cos I kicked Hamza, your crazy car mechanic?

I'm not sorry I attacked your friend.

I don't know why you're angry with me. I have been open with you

and you keep sending in this asshole

to hurt me.

Talk to me, Oualid.

Why are you upset?

When I... I am the one who has the right to be upset

cos you...

cos you killed Luke.

Why did you move us now, Oualid?

What changed?

You lied to me.

You and the soldier.

All these numbers, useless!

Why are the codes useless?

Were you listening to Luke?

That guy was delirious.

He had a 105-degree fever

because you tortured him and wouldn't give him a doctor!

You do things...

to make me hurt you.

You like to be hurt.

Deep down...

you think...

you deserve it.

No.

I like it...

I like it when you stop.

How do you know I will stop?

Hm?

You don't anymore.

I didn't stop with the soldier. I might not stop with you.

You want to get in my head.

You want to get in my head so badly.

A man hurt you

when you were in high school.

What did he do to you?

Tell me.

I was...

I was at a high school party.

I didn't have any friends.

The American kids didn't like me, I was...

raised in Bahrain, for Christ's sake.

I didn't know how to dress or be cool.

He was...

He was a football player, like Luke.

He seemed to like me.

I needed that.

Keep going.

We walked to my house.

He got weird.

I asked him, I asked him to leave.

He didn't.

And...

And then...

I don't know.

I don't know why it happened to me.

You chose to invite him into your home.

You're responsible.

No.

If you believe you are a victim

then you're powerless.

You felt helpless.

You wanted to feel powerful.

So you worked hard, you joined the CIA

and now you're in my cell.

Because of what a boy did to you in high school.

The problem is, Oualid

you're a crazy person.

You got that bomb dropped on your house.

The one that killed your daughter.

You're responsible.

Ah.

Look at you.

When we first met, I gave you a quarter of that pain

and you couldn't take it.

Now it's nothing to you.

The entry code.

To gain access to the embassy security doors.

The real code.

Tell me.

Will that kill me?

Yes.

OK.

I am choosing this.

Five-three-seven...

three...

nine...

nine.

You're mine, Khadija.

Forever.

Abu Khalid!

Khalid!

Abu Khalid!

OK, OK.

Come on, come on, come on...

Oh, my God...

US Embassy Baghdad, how may I direct your call?

I need the Directorate of Intelligence, Chief of Station.

This is an emergency.

Please hold.

Come on, come on, come on.

US Consulate. How may I assist you?

Um, this is an officer in distress, my name is Khadija Young

my NCS Officer number is 83072.

I'm being held hostage in a basement

in Mosul, 30 feet south of the Great Mosque of al-Nouri.

My captor is high-value target, Abu Khalid.

OK, um, I'm gonna have to transfer you.

No, no, no! Do not put me on hold!

Shit.

Hello, how may I help you?

This is Kat Young, NCS number 83072.

I'm being held in a cell in Mosul near the Great Mosque...

Can you hold while I confirm your ID number?

No! No, no, no! I'm an officer in distress.

They will kill me any minute.

This is Kat Young, you know that I was kidnapped on Al Saddiq Road

- in Mosul. - Where did you say you're located?

Thirty feet south of the Great Mosque of al-Nouri.

How many captors?

Uh, um...

Three to five. Including Abu Khalid.

OK, I'm gonna relay this to the COS evac team.

I have stolen a cell phone.

I am going to die any minute and they will move location.

Alright, I get it. Can I still confirm your NCS ID number?

Oh, God fucking dammit!

Hello?

Your name is Oualid Chalabi.

You were raised in Mosul.

You met Hassan Atwa and Imad Fadhil 12 years ago in Damascus

and formed the Ummah Brotherhood.

Soldiers include Sadiq Kouri, Samir Kassab

and Abass Basara.

Saif Shadid is an arms buyer...

- Shut up! - ...living in Khartoum.

- Shut up! - Amir Halabi recruits fighters

in Baghdad!

You're funded by a Saudi oil family named Fhad.

Your account officer at Nasser Bank is Qusay Hadad.

Account number 030-813-0129!

I know your whole network, Oualid.

I know everything about you.

What are you up to?

Baghdad...

I've ID'd your entire cell.

You wanted to get in my head, I got in yours.

Does your army have a ground team in Mosul?

We have a special task force and it's coming.

Oualid.

Look at me very carefully.

I'm not lying to you.

You know what I see when I look at you?

Fear.

US Marines! Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons!

Get on the ground! On the ground!

Here she is!

Miss Young!

She's in here!

Miss Young?

Miss?

Miss Young...

I need to ask you a few questions to confirm your identity.

Do you understand me?

What is your name?

Khadija Young.

- Are you a US citizen? - Mm.

What were you doing in Mosul?

Intelligence.

Can you move?

Is anything broken?

We need a stretcher.

Miss Young, is there a Marine with you?

Lucas White?

We've been looking for you. Round-the-clock patrols for weeks.

It's good to see you.

We're gonna get you out of here, Miss Young.

I'm sorry, Miss?

What's that, Miss Young?

Operations...

Officer Young.

Operations Officer Young.

You're gonna be OK.