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- 12 years since Bush Sr. pulled out of Iraq.

12 years of watching them violate no-fly zones,

manipulate weapons inspectors.

And now every piece of intelligence says

that we know what he's got.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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And now it feels like Junior's done waiting.

Every day, I wake up and think

is today the day that we go to war with Saddam Hussein?

- Saddam Hussein is a homicidal dictator

who is addicted to weapons of mass destruction.

- I've been the CIA's go-to Saddam guy.

But now, all of a sudden,

nobody gives a shit about what I have to say

and my daily briefs seem to be totally ignored.

Saddam's rise to the height of Iraqi power

wasn't just about brute force.

He was calculating, patient,

ruthless when he needed to be,

because he understood power and how to hold on to it.

I can hear the war drums beating louder every day.

Every report I write

argues for patience, containment, prevention.

No one's interested.

It seems like the White House only wants one thing

and they want it now.

- Every statement I make today is backed up by sources--

solid sources.

These are not assertions.

What we're giving you are facts and conclusions

based on solid intelligence.

- [ Woman vocalizing ]

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- My fellow citizens...

events in Iraq have now reached the final days of decision.

[ Indistinct conversations ] For more than a decade,

the United States and other nations

have pursued patient and honorable efforts...

- Thank you. - ...to disarm the Iraqi regime

without war.

[ Pop music plays on stereo ] - Girls!

- Intelligence gathered by this and other governments

leaves no doubt...

...electronically bugged and systematically deceived.

Peaceful efforts to disarm the Iraqi regime have failed.

The Iraqi regime continues to possess and conceal

some of the most lethal weapons ever devised.

This regime has already used weapons of mass destruction

against Iraq's neighbors and against Iraq's people.

[ Conversing in Arabic ] ...have now reached an end.

Saddam Hussein and his sons

must leave Iraq within 48 hours.

Their refusal to do so will result in military conflict.

[ Kids cheering ]

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The regime has a history of reckless aggression

in the Middle East.

It has a deep hatred of America and our friends.

- Yo, Jerry, turn down the music.

- Sure, Charles.

What do you want-- Backstreet Boys?

- Quiet, for God's sakes! President Bush is speaking!

- The danger is clear.

- Oh, no. - Using chemical, biological...

- Dad, it's a party. Nobody wants to hear that.

- John, when did you ever change your old man's mind?

- I heard that, Jerry. And you're absolutely right.

- ...to deserve or invite this threat. - [ Chuckles ]

- He's got a point there.

- Hey, don't encourage him, alright?

- Quiet, for God's sakes!

- ...coalition takes away their power.

We will deliver the food and medicine you need.

We will tear down the apparatus of terror,

and we will help you to build a new Iraq

that is prosperous and free.

And may God continue to bless America.

- Damn straight.

Should just blow them all off the map.

- The whole point is that the Iraqis

feel like they can trust us, that we have honor.

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- Honor? - Yeah.

- You mean like the honor that Saddam Hussein showed

when he poisoned-gassed his own people?

- Look, we agree he's a despicable tyrant,

but we got to do better than not quite as bad as Saddam.

- Truce. It's your son's birthday!

It's a party!

- I'm sorry.

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ - You know I hate surprises.

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear John ♪

- John boy.

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Happy birthday! [ Cheers and applause ]

[ Gunfire, explosions ]

[ Air raid siren wailing ]

[ Gunfire, explosions continue ]

- Go, go, go! Come on!

- Get your ass out of here! - Move, move!

- Reaper one, Reaper one, this is Overwatch.

Visual on Objective Sickle.

I say again, confirm Objective Sickle.

[ Gunfire ]

- Approaching grid for Saddam's sons.

- Reaper One, locate and secure the building.

Major Doyle will back you up. Counting on you, Sergeant.

Eyes out on Saddam's sons.

That building is our last-known intercept on them.

[ Gunfire ]

- Taking fire.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Conversing Arabic ]

- Site confirmed.

- Reaper One, repeat.

Reaper One, repeat.

- Building confirmed.

Civilians under fire!

[ Shouting indistinctly ] [ Gunfire ]

- Major Doyle, wait for my signal to proceed.

- Aye, aye. - On your right!

[ Gunfire ]

- Reloading! - Second squad, second squad!

[ Gunfire continues ]

- Move!

- Move, move, move! - Respond, respond two!

- Go, go!

- Approaching building. Heavy resistance.

- Reaper One, Reaper One, exfil coordinates inbound. Over.

- Confirmed.

Seven-story compound at grid 8-8.

Delta heavily engaged. Taking heavy fire.

- On the rooftop!

- Move, move, move!

- Get down!

- Major Doyle, secure the building.

- Copy.

- Go!

Move, move, move!

- Put pressure on it.

- Get him out of here!

[ Indistinct shouting, gunfire ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ] - Anthony, 9:00!

- Watch it!

- [ Shouts indistinctly ] - Go! Move!

- Contact, left!

Move!

- Proceed.

- Move in!

- [ Groans ]

- [ Groans ]

- Civilians in play. Watch your fire.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- Contact, left!

- [ Indistinct shouting ]

- [ Crying ]

- Get ready to breach.

- Close the gap, close the gap!

- Get ready to breach.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- All positions, hold your fire!

- ...0-2, Roger that.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

- I don't give a shit! Light it up!

- We're in, we're in.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Move, move, move.

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Down there, down there!

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- [ Shouts indistinctly ]

- [ Grunts ]

[ Gunfire ]

- Go, go!

Go, go, go!

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Got him.

Clear. Go, go, go.

- Watch it.

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- [ Screams ]

- On me!

- [ Shouts indistinctly ]

- [ Groans ]

- [ Shouts indistinctly ]

[ Gore splatters ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- Let's get him out of here! - On me! Move!

[ Gunfire ]

- [ Screaming ]

[ Thuds ] - ...down.

- Move, move! On me!

- Clear.

♪

- Go.

- Hey, going in 3...

2...

[ Gunfire ]

[ Both grunting ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Grunting continues ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Glass shattering ]

- [ Groaning ]

- Aah! [ Blade shings ]

[ Blade plunging ] [ Groaning ]

- [ Grunting ] - [ Screaming ]

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Both grunting ]

- Good?

Tolland, get in here.

No trace of Saddam's sons.

Just Intel documents.

Objective secure.

Three casualties.

No KIA's. - Copy that.

- [ Speaking Arabic ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Middle Eastern folk music plays ]

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- Be at the ready.

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[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

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[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

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- ♪ Well, I gotta get the world off of my back ♪

♪ Or pretty soon I'm gonna crack ♪

♪ So I gotta get the world off my back somehow ♪

♪ Indeed ♪

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[ Birds chirping ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

- Hey, good morning, man.

- Okay, people.

- The military is describing this bombing

as a decapitation strike.

But until somebody finds Saddam in the rubble,

our job is to provide intel to locate him.

[ Cellphone beeping ]

This is four hours old. - Aah! Shit!

- Location is Dora Farms.

I'm briefed this is from one of our most trusted assets.

Here's the latest satellite pass.

Our source suggests he's in one of these cars with his sons.

- Stopped for a cruller at Dunkin'?

- Look, that's not them. - Intel differs.

- You have something to say? - Uh, sorry, sir.

Saddam and his sons never traveled in a convoy.

They usually arrive in waves.

So they're not there.

- I'm sorry, but we have credible sources

that contradict that opinion.

- Well, then, your information is either wrong or false.

- Who's your asset?

- Uh, a guy called Rokan.

He's one of our rock stars. - Yeah.

- Rock stars? - Mm-hmm.

- Iraqi informant, sir,

with established links to Saddam

and hopefully some Stones tickets.

[ Laughter ]

- Angela, any prior history of Hussein at this location?

- You're the Saddam expert.

- Okay, John. Elucidate. - Yes, sir.

He's been there six times that we know of.

His first wife's family is close to the owners.

They actually ran a business together in the late '80s.

- Too much information. Just cut to the chase.

- Well, John always likes to start at a time before Christ.

[ Laughter ]

Historians.

- Well, he hasn't been there since mid-'95.

He's not gonna show up anywhere where we expect him to be.

- Not intending to contradict or antagonize, okay,

But our asset is boots on the ground, so...

- Well, I've been studying Saddam for seven years.

- Oh. - Angela, your opinion?

- John knows Hussein better than I knew my first husband.

[ Laughter ]

- Yeah, but does it matter if he knows

if Saddam wears boxers or briefs?

Come on. We must check this out, no?

What do we have to lose?

- Well, a lot of time and resources,

because he's not there.

- Just figure out where he is.

'Cause unless he's dead in Baghdad,

all eyes are on us to find him.

Until then, the shitstorm from POTUS to DOD to State

is gonna continue to rain down on all of us.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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- Saddam Hussein's hometown is firmly in American hands.

- Together, coalition forces

are advancing day by day against the enemy,

Saddam Hussein will be removed. no matter how long it takes.

- Days become weeks. Weeks turn into months.

No Saddam, no sons, no WMD.

Just bombs, riots, and dead bodies.

- Intelligence is not idle chatter.

- I'm sick of watching Iraq get blown up on live TV,

bunker busters interrupted by commercial breaks.

I can't shake the feeling that we're headed for disaster.

- Morale is good.

- There is no doubt about the outcome.

- It never stops--

SIGINT intercepts, witness reports,

courier routes. an infinite supply of bad leads.

- Determined not to have you find them.

- Months of turning over every rug in Iraq,

still no sign of HVT 1.

♪

- ...and seeks and possesses weapons of mass destruction,

is a grave danger to the civilized world

and will be confronted. - Yes!

And that's for the World Trade Towers,

you sons of bitches!

- ...chemical and biological weapons

and already know of hundreds of sites... - Jesus, dad.

Turn this shit off. [ TV shuts off ]

Dad, you know Saddam had nothing to do with 9/11.

That was Bin Laden. - Yeah?

70% of Americans say so.

- Yeah, well, 85% of children believe in Santa Claus.

- Yeah, well, his head on a platter--

that would be a great Christmas gift.

- John, is it true Saddam built a network

of tunnels under Baghdad?

- Yeah. It could be like a whole city.

- Like a James Bond villain's secret underground lair?

- Yeah. - A movie? It's not a movie.

And they're gonna find him down there.

And that's when they give him the 'Nam treatment.

They'll carpet-bomb the living shit out of those--

- That will help all the innocent children.

- Exactly. And we lost that war.

- The politicians did, not the soldiers.

What do you know about fighting, anyway? Jesus.

- There's more ways of fighting a war

than lugging around a Howitzer.

You know, intelligence is key to winning.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- Okay. Here's to you, Mr. Sun Tzu,

and working on your second chapter of "The Art of War."

- I'm serving the best way I can, Dad.

- Oh, and what is that-- sitting behind a desk?

Wars are won on the front lines,

like your brother did and paid the ultimate sacrifice.

[ Plate shatters ] - Oh, God!

That's our gift from Susie.

- Hey, hey. I got it, I got it, I got it.

- Uh, listen. I got to go.

- Hey... [ Lightning crashes ]

- Hey, Dad-- Dad, let me call you a cab.

[ Rain falling, lightning crashes ]

- What-- did she send you to follow me?

- Oh, we're-- we're worried about you.

- Give me the keys.

- Well, don't worry about me.

You just worry about her.

I mean, she's-- she's sweet and all, but--

- But what?

- I don't want her holding you back.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Let me ask you,

do you really want to spend the rest of your life

s-saddled with a cripple?

- Jesus, Dad. She dropped a dish.

- I know, but...

Look, uh...

the Army always teaches you to have an escape plan.

- Like Mom did?

[ Lightning crashes ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

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[ Engine starts ]

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- Everything okay with your dad?

♪

- Situation normal.

- Sometimes I think your dad doesn't like me.

- What? No. [ Chuckles ]

It's impossible not to like you.

You're too adorable. [ Smooches ]

No. This is between me and him.

Always has been, always will be.

- You're all he's got. He-- He loves you.

- That's why he loves me--

because I'm all that's left. - [ Chuckles ]

[ Jet engines whooshing ]

- [ Speaking Arabic ]

[ Telephone rings ]

- [ Speaking Arabic ]

[ Remote clicks, telephone rings ]

- Day 92, people, and it is... chaos.

Now, here we have purged Saddam's government.

So there is no one keeping the lights on, no running water.

And this, thanks to Bremer disbanding the Iraqi army,

we now have hundreds and thousands

of well-armed men running in the streets

looking for something to do.

And this cleric, al-Sadr,

has declared war on us and the new provisional government.

And Saddam is still out there, lurking,

so we're doing great.

So other than all of this, what have you got?

- I mean, with all the insanity going on over there,

we should be on-site, sourcing and analyzing.

- I mean, Jerry's right.

It's the only way we'll be able to do it on our own.

- Oh, so now you're Rambo, John?

You want to get dropped into a war zone?

- Why hasn't Stillwell gotten us authorization

to get over there yet?

- You know, other than the bitch fest,

does anyone have anything to say?

- Yes, ma'am.

We have recorded sightings

of Saddam's private secretary,

Abdul Hamid Mahmud al-Tikriti,

as well as his Minister of Oil,

Amer Mohammad Rashid al-Ubaid.

And, Angela, both of these men hold Saddam's trust.

We get to them, we will get him.

- These guys don't know where Saddam is.

I mean, he held two cabinet meetings last year.

- All you do is keep shutting down ideas,

but you don't seem to have any alternatives, John, do you?

- Well, Colin Powell spent the morning reaming me.

He told the world Iraq had WMD because of us.

- We know. - Well, then, you know the shit

that's going on over at the white House.

- Sir, we need firsthand intel.

The only way to make progress

is to question people on the ground.

Why is it taking so long to get us to Baghdad?

- Yeah, I'm waiting for the proper authorization

so we can be more effective asking less nicely.

- It's about time. Why keep pussyfooting around?

We need to get there and interrogate those bastards.

- Makes sense to me.

- Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do--

teach them history lessons?

- Send me, sir. I will get it out of them.

- Oh. You made a hell of an impression.

- Such bullshit.

Bush has got the whole world freaking out,

and the Middle East is blowing up.

It's all hinged on us capturing Saddam.

But we're stuck here because of bullshit politics.

- Well, if you don't have anything,

then give them possibilities.

- Feed them bullshit? - Yeah.

- Precisely, if that's what it takes.

- Has anyone even considered that the WMD don't exist?

- [ Sighs ] Wolfowitz called.

He's asking about an interview from about a year ago from--

was with a lady who claimed to be Saddam's mistress.

- Oh, my God. Yeah, I remember.

She was on ABC. - Good.

So, John, you'll look into it?

- It's a total waste of time.

- John, what did I just say? He's Rumsfeld's guy.

- Her name is Parisoula Lampsos.

She's been Saddam's mistress for years.

There's mention of WMD,

and apparently she saw Saddam

give money to Osama bin Laden in Baghdad.

- We can't even confirm bin Laden's

ever been to Baghdad.

- Well, Stillwell wants to know

if Saddam told her where the weapons are.

She lives in Beirut.

- This is not gonna hold any water.

Will you please just give this to kiss-ass Polly

and don't waste my time with it?

- Your job is to give people what they want!

- My job is to find out the truth.

- You want some advice? Yeah.

I would, uh, look around and think about redecorating,

'cause this...

is where you're gonna be living.

You're hopeless, man.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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[ Insects chirping ]

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[ Knock at door ]

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[ Telephone rings ]

- So, I checked Parisoula's claims.

They couldn't be substantiated.

It's just like I thought.

It's 100% bullshit, just like I said.

But I want to apologize for my behavior earlier.

- Hmm. You mean for being a prick?

- Yes. Concur with that assessment.

Listen. Nobody knows this guy better than me.

I'm gonna be a lot more use to you in the field

than behind a desk.

- Ah.

I appreciate your enthusiasm,

But I am not gonna lose my pension

over your endearing smile.

- [ Exhales sharply ]

Shit.

- We would note, as well,

that Saddam Hussein remains at large.

We encourage anyone with information

on the location of Saddam Hussein

to contact the office of the administrator.

We'll pay a reward of up to $25 million

for information that leads to...

- $25 million?! - ...the apprehension of Saddam Hussein.

It is the largest ever-paid reward

under the Rewards for Justice program.

The critical piece of information that led us...

- Goddamn Iraqis.

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Jazz music plays on car stereo ]

[ Dog barking ]

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[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Dog whining ]

- What time is it?

- Shh! Try to sleep.

Zoe, move!

Hey.

- Hey.

What happened today?

- The country's still at war, baby.

- Careful that's not classified.

[ Sighs softly ]

I can never ask you anything.

- Hmm?

So, how was your day at work?

- Mm...

I'm glad you asked. - [ Chuckles ]

- The, um...

The hospital announced today because of the war

they're cutting lab staff. - Hmm.

- How do they expect us to function

without technicians, Lab assistants?

Hmm.

- What did you just say?

- I don't know-- - No, what-- Just now.

Hey, hey. What did you just say?

- Uh, support staff can't function

without a support staff or something. I don't know.

- [ Smooches ] You're a genius.

[ Soft music plays ]

- What? - I-I got to go back to work.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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Mohammed Yusuf.

There you are.

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[ Jet engines whooshing ]

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

- Where's the fire?

- I'm sorry. I'll see you in a minute.

- Hey, Funzenberg, what's all this?

- $25 million reward buys a lot of bad leads.

[ Jerry laughs ]

[ Knocks on door ]

- We've been asking the wrong questions.

We're searching for Saddam, but...

we're hunting the people that matter to us .

- Well, who else should we be looking for?

- The people that matter to him.

- Is this-- is this a riddle?

- Al-Ubaid, he turned himself in to authorities

a couple of days ago. He's on our hit list, right?

Does he know where Saddam is hiding?

- Again, cut to the chase.

- In any crisis, it's always the support staff

that gets fired first. - Meaning?

- Saddam fired his entire safety net

as soon as the war started.

Except for his family.

Why?

They're keeping him safe because they believe in him...

...out of conviction, not a paycheck.

All his maids, cooks, bodyguards--

these are all people that he grew up with.

He fully trusts them.

- How do you know he trusts them?

- Well, he killed everyone that he didn't.

- [Chuckles] Solid deduction.

- I've identified two people that we need to be looking at.

- Here. Both of them are from Tikrit,

just like Saddam.

This guy right here is Adnan.

This is Mohammed Yusuf.

They're not on our high value target list,

but these are the guys we need to find.

- Hold on, so you want us to divert precious resources

from ministers and generals that have capitulated--

to chauffeurs?

- That's precisely what I wanna do.

- Thoughts?

- It's hard to say.

However, it would get easier

if you would just let us get out there

and actually question people ourselves.

- Jerry's right.

Second guessing and theorizing

on third and fourth-hand accounts--

We haven't gotten anywhere.

- Yeah, I agree.

- I'd be willing to go, if it helps.

- Me, too.

- Jesus, I got Bush, Cheney, Powell, and my wife

all up my ass.

Okay. Put a plan together. It's time to get dirty.

♪

- [Exhales ] Holy shit.

♪

[ Jazz music playing ]

- How long will you be?

♪

- I don't know. A few weeks, maybe.

- Or months?

But why is it you have to go?

- 'Cause nobody knows Saddam better than me.

- What's knowing him have to do with finding him?

- Baby, if we don't find Saddam

and his WMD ends up in the wrong hands,

I mean, a lot of people could get killed.

If I don't go...

...then why stay on the job?

- [ Rebecca sighs ]

- I know you love your Dairy Queen hot fudge blizzards

so, I mean, I could get a job there

and get free blizzards for life.

- [ Laughs ]

- Is that what you want?

- [ Laughs ]

- I mean, I think I'd do really good.

- Beneath your dad's crusty shell,

he'll have a hard time with you being gone.

- Are you kidding?

His boy getting into action,

that's like his dream.

- It's not mine.

- Listen, I'm gonna take you to the doctor tomorrow.

We're gonna make sure that that MS isn't progressing.

If they say that I need to stay to take care of you,

then that's what I'm gonna do.

- I'm fine.

♪

[ News program theme music plays ]

- Tonight, Saddam Hussein's feared sons,

Uday and Qusay, are dead,

and officials say the two were killed in an attack

on a villa in the northern Iraqi city of Mosul this morning.

- Scene of an epic shootout that lasted six hours.

They'd come heavily armed after a tip off that Uday and Qusay

were in the villa.

- These two individuals are

particularly vicious individuals.

They are now dead.

- The only comment I will make

about the death of the sons

is that it's a great day for the Iraqi people,

and a great day for the American military,

who once again showed their astounding professionalism

in this operation.

- The coalition is committed to working

with the citizens of Iraq to maintain the safe

and secure environment for all people.

- Guys-- Stillwell and Angela want to see us.

- These two members of the regime

will not be coming back into power.

- Let's go, people.

- Buddy, Stillwell wants to see everybody.

[ News reports continue ]

[ Lively chatter ]

- Alright. We got the sons.

[ Cheers and applause ]

- Now let's go get Dad. - Yeah!

- It's time to grab this bull by the mustache.

- Let's. - [ Lively chatter, cheers ]

- Okay, Baghdad Station. Come on up here when I call your name.

Uh, Taggart.

Jackson. - Yes!

- And Eric.

- Come on, come on. - Mackenzie. Get up here.

You'll do great.

Polly, come on up.

- Good job, Polly. - Nice work.

- Good stuff.

- Oh, I forgot. Jerry, get on up here.

♪

Your mission find Saddam.

Even if the goddamn Earth itself swallowed him up.

- And the WMD, okay? - Yeah.

[ Clapping ]

- Yeah, baby! - Okay.

[ Clapping continues ]

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♪

- He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming.

- And here's Johnny!

[ Cheers and applause ]

- Dad, what-- what's going on?

- Don't get shy on me. This is a historical moment.

I'd like to take this moment to announce

that my son will be getting into the shit...

[ Laughter ]

following a long family tradition.

[ Laughter and applause ]

- Jerry, you'll watch out for John.

- He'll be fine.

I guarantee he'll be miles away from any action.

- He'll be okay. All he has to do is carry files and photos.

He doesn't need to hump an M-- - [ Laughter ]

He doesn't need a hump an M16 like his brother Charlie.

Oh, well...

I-I didn't-- I didn't mean to be maudlin,

and I just, I just, I don't--

I don't want him to be forgotten.

I'm sorry. I'm--

Sorry.

I just want him to be remembered for his service to his country.

That's the way it should be.

- We all miss him, Charles. - Totally.

- It-- it's just that, uh...

- Do you remember his jokes?

- To my brother Charlie. - Yeah.

- Charlie. - To Charlie.

- And a prayer

for my husband's safe and fast return.

- Yeah. - Yes!

[ Applause ]

[ Guests chatter ]

[ Clears throat ]

♪

♪

- How are ya? Feeling good? - Yeah.

- Congrats. It's amazing.

- We're all so proud of you. - What about this guy?

- ♪ And we'll open up a bottle of wine ♪

- [ Laughing ]

- ♪ And drink to life and all its misery ♪

♪ I drink one for my baby who is gone ♪

♪ Two for my truck that only drives downhill ♪

♪ I drink three ♪

- Dude, I can't believe you're here.

Such a shit show.

- What did you expect me to say when Becks called?

"Can't make it. Tonight Rachel's getting back Ross."

- You're right, should have just fed 'em bullshit.

- Just, uh, do me a favor and don't tell your old man

the truth 'til after I split.

Remember, uh, I'm a coward. - No, no, no, no,

you gotta stick around and, like, tell him

that the agency made a mistake or something.

- A mistake? - Yeah.

- Um, well, I mean, Angela loves you.

So you'll change her mind in no time.

- Yeah. What if I don't?

- Well, you're gonna have to figure it out,

because I already told everybody

that we're going first and you're coming after, so.

- Oh, great. Yeah. That's, um...

That solves everything.

- It'll be fine. Trust me.

- I haven't trusted you since you bought us

a dime bag of oregano.

- But you gotta admit, the sorority girl that

sold it to us was pretty hot. - Oh.

Do you want a burger?

- That's a piece of charcoal.

- It's Pittsburgh style.

[ Rock music playing ]

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Come on, baby ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah ♪

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- You okay? - Mm-hm, I'm good.

- You didn't call.

What did the doctor say?

- I'm looking aces.

Mm-hm. - What-- what do you mean?

- Well, he said, just

keep taking the meds and doing all the right things.

It's good. It's looking good.

- It's improving? - Yeah.

These pharmaceuticals work sometimes.

- Are you serious?

- [ Rebecca sighs ]

- Uplink completed, sir. We've got visual contact.

- We're setting them up over there.

- Where are you?

- We're approaching Tikrit Avenue, heading north.

- Package heading east in a gray sedan.

This lead is our first thread to Saddam Hussein in weeks.

Don't you dare lose him. - Copy.

- Alright, go slow. Turn left.

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Package approaching intersection.

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- Command, this is Bravo. I have visual on the package.

- Alright, don't get too close.

[ Speaking global language ]

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[ Speaking global language ]

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- Package is out of the car, on the move.

- Bravo One, confirm ID.

[ Speaking global language ]

- Positive ID on Khalid al-Douri.

- Bring that Khalid in alive with that phone.

Do you understand me?

- He's on the SAT phone.

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[ Speaks global language ]

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- Approaching marketplace.

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I may have been spotted.

- He's our Saddam link.

Take him if you have to.

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- Suspect on the run! In pursuit!

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[ Speaking global language ]

[ Motorbike roars ]

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[ Motorbike roaring ]

- [ Samir shouts ]

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- Lost signal. - Drone is off grid.

You're flying solo, Bravo One!

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[ Horn honking ]

[ Tires screech ]

- [ Samir grunts ]

- Bravo One, Bravo One!

You gotta give me an update.

Bravo One, Bravo One, do you copy?

Do you have eyes on Al-douri?

Dammit, answer me! Bravo One.

[ Onlookers chatter ]

[ Speaking global language ]

- Target KIA.

I repeat, Target KIA.

SAT phone destroyed. No recovery.

- Copy that.

[ Prayers echoing ]

[ Speaking global language ]

- So, he's sitting on the shitter.

He gets shot through the ass,

awards him the Bronze Star. Go figure.

[ Laughter ]

Yeah.

[ Laughter continues ]

I know how you feel.

I've been in your shoes.

- I don't want you to go. Just tell them you can't go.

- I'll be alright. - When you're over there--

you gotta keep your head on a swivel.

You know, be aware of everything around you. You know?

It may save your life.

Don't try to be brave. Uh-huh, don't do that.

Don't try to be a hero like your brother,

'cause you're not.

Just maintain that situational awareness.

- I'll do my best.

- I know you will. 'Cause you're smart.

Yeah. And one other thing-- Don't worry.

Who ever heard of anyone dying of a paperclip infection, huh?

- Yeah. - When you shipping out?

- Come on, let's go join the party.

Please don't rush him, Charles, okay?

- Good night.

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