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Six months, dead ends.

I can't shake this sinking feeling that we're not going to catch him.

The man has vanished.

On the streets, spontaneous demonstrations turn into riots. Every

day, another gunfight.

We hope finding Saddam might reduce the violence.

Analysts claim that he had at least three lookalikes. I used to call them

Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

If we find Saddam Hussein, it might suppress some of the violence.

Saddam ruled his family like he ruled the country.

Based on fear and loyalty to the clan leader.

Since betrayal, he cut it out root and branch.

I mean, how do you interrogate a man like Yusuf who grew up in that?

I'm lost.

Everyone here knows it.

Saddam kept his presidency.

That's it.

We'll make up there.

It's okay, sweetie. It's just makeup. We'll clean it soon.

Is this bar ready?

I don't know.

Hey!

Stop it!

Put some clothes on.

God damn it.

Mom and them are using.

You shouldn't have been treated this way.

We hide.

He's asking about his family.

When you help us, I can help you and your family.

He doesn't want to help.

Let's stop playing games.

I know you speak English, so let's speak English, okay?

Hey, hey, hey!

Just give him time to answer it.

Hey, if you say pretty please.

I don't want that shit, you understand?

Look.

I know you worked for Saddam since 98.

You photographed with him in August that year, then October, March 99.

I don't work for Saddam.

He works for me.

He works for all Iraqis.

You were his bodyguard. And then you were photographed with him again on

April 4th in Al-Mansur.

Hands on the man.

You're mistaking me, sir.

God damn it. Stop it. I told you to stop that shit.

There's no need for it.

Pick him up.

Pick him up.

This is in the U.N.

Find out how I walked here soon enough.

Muhammad Amir Yusuf, I know that you're Saddam's third cousin.

I want you to listen to me very carefully right now.

The United States is prepared to pay you 25 million U.S. dollars to tell us where

Saddam is hiding.

I'm in love with that kind of money.

In a cave.

Behind a spiderweb.

Concealed by treason.

Birding nest.

What cave? Where?

He's mocking us. The prophets escaped to Medina.

He says

he wants to die a martyr.

Can you translate this so there's no misunderstanding?

If you show us where Saddam is hiding, you'll become a rich man and you get to

see your family again.

You don't have to be afraid of him anymore. He has no power over you.

The sooner you tell us where he is, the sooner I can keep your family safe.

I can't protect them now.

Your wife and your daughter. How old is she now? Nine? Ten?

Polly.

Show me.

You don't love Saddam, you're afraid of him.

The night we fled the city, your soldiers shed a light in his eyes.

Three times they let us pass.

Not the dark, not the mud, not the cold could slow Saddam down.

With both hands, he gives you everything you wish for in this world.

And that's how he destroys you.

Don't try to find Saddam Hussein.

Go home if you value your life.

Go!

I just pray you're good.

If you value your life, don't find it.

What's with the money?

Just pray you're good.

Hey,

don't you ever put your hands up. Hey!

Hey! Hey! That's enough!

Hey! Hey!

What the hell, man? You think we're gonna get correct information when you

beat the shit out of him like that? Hey!

What is this? Calm down, dude. Stakes are real life here. It's your bitch-ass

rules that etiquette don't apply.

Any one of us could get dead like that.

Throw a pig! You do a macho man bullshit.

Give me a map.

Get a map, yeah.

What are you thinking, John?

Saddam's last public appearance was April 9th. A US soldier coming in from

the west. Why didn't he just go east and get out as fast as he can?

How do you know he didn't?

Well, Yusuf said they looked you with soldiers in the eyes three times on the

way out.

They must have passed three perimeters.

Doyle, when did you take the palace?

All the night.

What time of day?

Midday. Midday?

Yeah.

Perimeter was here.

But Yusuf said they used flashlights, which means it must have been at night,

so at least six hours before, so...

Where would the perimeter have been?

Did it rain that night?

No. You sure? Yeah.

So why'd they drive through mud?

It's the tigers. He must have gone to the river.

But how? On a boat? Would he have one? To go where? Kuwait?

You're sitting down.

Paranoid. Every day, same creature of habit. Every day, same food, same

people.

Now you're on the run.

Where do you go?

Tigris? Tikrit? He's not there.

Army's been there. Tikrit turned over every rock.

More than once.

Okay, so what did Saddam think is gonna happen to him?

We're missing something.

Tikrit...

Tigris.

This is the river of his youth.

This is where he played with his brothers.

It's a simple choice.

You either take the $25 million and your family, or after we capture Saddam, you

realize we're going to capture him. It's just a matter of time.

We're going to let everyone know that you helped us capture him.

What about my family?

We'll fly them wherever you say.

I give you my word.

And they will be waiting for you, Yusuf.

With more money than any of us will see in our lifetime.

This is what's going to happen at your play ball.

We're going to parade you through the prison.

Say everyone sees you.

And then in a few days, we'll let you go.

You can go meet your family.

And then we'll spread the rumor that you got executed.

Okay. Joe, wait a minute.

You don't have a choice.

Just tell us.

The war farm.

No, no, no, no, no. We've been there already.

He's hiding.

You won't find him.

You're lying.

I'm not.

He's there.

The war farm.

That's the farm that he hid in September 1969 after he tried to assassinate

Cousin.

I'll tie him up.

Thank you.

Let's go to the farm.

Sir?

Rack, just beat Kenya. Can't believe that shit.

All right, three amigos.

What do you got for me?

You got a lead on Sedan. And this one's actually from a credible source.

Yeah? all right well convinced sir sir sir it's a huge

mistake not following up on his lead would have been there three goddamn

times april 17th june 9th yeah we know sir but with all due respect back then

we were looking for any bath as leader we could find and again after desert

scorpion in july

Now, unless you three just think we're a bunch of dumbass grunts with nothing

better to do... Sir, it's a place full of hiding spots. We need to go. I don't

know what another trip there buys us. I swear to God.

Could we have missed something? This is the first time we've been told by

someone categorically close to HVT-1.

It's just another asshole that wants 25 million, John.

Colonel, this is different.

How? He broke his bodyguard.

What? And he's HVT-1's cousin.

You broke his bodyguard? Yes, sir.

And you really want to spend all your credit on this search out?

You stand behind this intel?

Oh, yeah.

Stand by.

Sergeant. Yes, sir. Give me Doyle on the line.

I want rotors up at 1,800. Copy? Copy that, sir. Right away.

This is on you.

Let's go.

Nixon, all these are already at the rally point.

I do not trust this prick to ID him. Yeah.

So, ask him these questions. Only Saddam himself knows the answer to those. And

he's got tattoos on his right hand. It's a crescent and two dots. Tribal tattoos.

Then he's got a big scar on his left calf.

What if it's one of his doubles?

There's no doubles. That's bullshit.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

What's wrong with him? He doesn't want to go.

Says Saddam will kill his family. We can't depend on him. You gotta be

kidding me.

Ready to roll, sir.

Get in the chopper. What?

What is not a valid field response?

Colonel Slate, this mission's on you. Get in the chopper.

Come on, John.

John, go be a hero. Stay alert, John.

I don't have training.

What? I don't have training for that. No shit.

Come on, step outside that. Follow my CP. Stand right here. Let's move.

Go.

Is that the owner? Yes, sir.

Clear?

All clear?

All clear?

Mike, Saddam, Sarah, I need you to get there now. Go on.

Go on.

Stand by.

This is the owner of the farm. He claims he doesn't know anything.

Where's Saddam?

Saddam, no.

No, Saddam!

Great job, John. More intel that costs $25 million for nothing. He's here. You

see, Nixon?

I told you, you supplied.

We stay here long enough. We're exposed, sir.

All right, give the order. We're going to pull out.

Pull out, John!

Everybody, let's move.

Get ready to move!

John,

is it true Saddam built a network of tunnels under Baghdad?

Yeah. Could be like a whole city. Like a James Bond villain's secret underground

lair.

Helicopter's ready, sir.

Let's send in.

Second. What?

Sir.

He's got to be underground.

It's over, Nixon. We've got to look one more time. What do you think we'll be

doing? Let's look specifically for air shafts.

Stand by.

We're already here, sir. You've got six mics.

You're fine.

I'll give you a raisin from the dead.

Bring his ass here.

We're going to do one more sweep. One more.

Delta, we're looking for ash ass, tunnels, underground, whatever.

Got it.

Let's move out on me.

Stay down on the radio.

Got something.

Sir, I found something.

Nope.

Sayid.

One, two.

I am Saddam Hussein, president of Iraq.

I need to follow.

He wants to negotiate.

Is that him?

Get this piece of shit to the helicopter.

We're all due to target when we get back to base. Sir, we need a picture.

We do not have time.

The Iraqi people need to see this, sir. We need a picture, please.

Sir, for posterity, the world's got to see this.

And take the damn picture! Go!

Hold him up!

For sure, Tim, right?

Tell him I need runway 24 right now.

Copy that Scott.

Go go go go!

Okay, check the man's right hand for tattoos.

It should be a crescent and two dots between his thumb and his forefinger.

Okay, now check his left calf on the inside.

He's got a big scar there.

He's asking you to identify yourself.

I'm here to ask questions, and you need to answer truthfully.

What was your French doctor's name?

Marakh has the best doctors in the world.

Why would I need a French one?

When was the last time you saw your wife, Sajida?

The women

are none of your concern.

That's not what he said.

He said the women separated.

Yes, Major.

It's an idiom which means the women are none of your concern. Okay, okay,

just... Stay focused.

He's just calling me a traitor.

Your uncle, Kairala Toffol, what was his grandfather's name?

What's the point of these questions?

The point is, I just blow your brains out. Now answer the questions.

I am President Saddam Hussein of

Iraq, whether you like it or not. Who are you?

He's demanding an answer.

Hello?

John?

Are you there?

Talk to me.

We got him.

What?

Oh, my God.

Yeah, we got him.

And listen, it's because of your stupid bond obsession.

Don't be silly.

No, I'm serious.

I can't believe it either.

I am so proud of you.

I gotta go.

I'll call you soon, okay?

I love you.

I love you too so much.

Okay, bye.

I'll love you too if you get off the phone.

Good afternoon.

Yesterday, December the 13th, at around 8.30 p.m.

Baghdad time...

The operation was based on the superb work of intelligence analysts who found

the dictator's footprints in a vast country.

Our servicemen and women and our coalition allies have faced many dangers

in the hunt for members of the fallen regime.

Their work continues, and so do the risks.

Today, on behalf of the nation, I thank the members of our armed forces, and I

congratulate them.

I also have a message for all Americans.

The capture of Saddam Hussein does not mean the end of violence in Iraq. Ladies

and gentlemen, all put your hands together.

Our handsome and modest hero, Mr. John Nixon.

You did it.

Rockstar.

There he is.

The man who coughed Saddam.

Coughed?

Damn,

what are you doing here?

Came to save you from all the attention.

This is my little brother's best friend.

Proud of you, man. Charlie would be too.

His big bro just coughed the biggest mother of our time.

Ace of spades, baby.

Yeah.

This is crazy.

Wait. An oak leaf? A major?

Yeah, it's crazy, right?

I mean, who would have thought we'd go from sneaking into Ranger games at the

garden to all this damn sand?

Yeah.

Desert Storm was so long time ago, but I was... You know, a day doesn't go by

without me thinking about him.

He saved all his men.

Always looked up to him.

He loved you.

I don't know.

I wanted him to look up to me, you know?

He did.

He really is.

Hey, Charles.

The phone, do you mind?

Do you get it?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Oh.

Hey, Daddy. Wait, what are you doing at the house? Is everything okay? Beck's

okay? Yeah, she's just fine. She's sitting here watching some TV.

I thought I'd come over here and intercept your next call.

I was going to call you, but it's just been a little crazy.

It's just a little crazy.

What? She said it was you.

What are you talking about?

You. You're the one who found him.

Hold on. Hold on.

It's all over the news.

I'm so happy. I wish I could tell everyone. Well, I guess you just did.

He's not going to say anything.

No.

When are you back?

Sorry, sorry, babe. It's a little crazy.

Come on, it's fun.

Sorry, it's a little party going on here, as you can hear.

Babe, man.

I'm coming home for Christmas.

That is the best present I could ask for.

Hey, we'll see you for Christmas.

I'll call you real soon. I'm okay. I love you. Bye-bye.

And we continue our coverage now on the capture of Saddam Hussein. People all

over the world celebrating the capture of the ex-dictator of Iraq, but nowhere

with more joy than in Iraq.

Today, I had the chance to clamber into the tyrant's last hiding place.

The former dictator is now almost certain to be put on trial in Iraq, and

some officials are already saying he could face the death penalty.

Thanks, man.

Hey.

You got him. Yeah, we got him.

Look, I never really doubted you. I knew you were smart.

Solid job.

Thanks. Sir, are you gonna give one entire year to Saddam? No.

The FBI team will be here in 30 days. They'll pump Hussein like an oil well.

What the?

30 days? A month?

Yeah.

That's gonna give him time to prepare.

I mean, the first 36 hours are the most crucial. So there's a moment where the

hunter gives way to the chef. Agreed, but Saddam's been preparing for his

potential capture for years.

Insurgency's growing stronger by the day. We gotta get on this.

Insurgency's the Army's job.

Priority is to find the WND. So, we're just going to waste a month to ask him?

It just sounds like bullshit politics. That's how this works.

If you don't like it, you should have stayed in your cubbyhole instead of

begging Angela to have me get you over here. I didn't beg to come here, all

right? I came here because I want to be of service because I know this guy

better than anyone. Hey, what's going on? And that's the reason why we got

him. Hey, what's going on?

And you just want to trash the only opportunity we have to interrogate him

while he's still vulnerable and confused?

You think you can get him to lead us to the WND? Yeah.

Okay.

I'll talk to Angela, but you better get those WMDs. I'm so sorry. Can I talk to

you for a second, John? Sorry.

Come with me.

You're getting paid.

Do you realize this?

Still, Will is covering his own ass. If this fails, you go down.

If you care at all about what I have to say, take that win and go home, hero.

All right.

John.

In case you wonder where, we've been here for months.

Empty labs, random silos, cellars filled with friggin' sand.

There's nothing here.

Nobody believes there's anything in here, John. Nobody.

Do you?

I get the opportunity to confront that I'm first-hand.

It's what I've dedicated my life to. It's why I came here. I think I'm just

gonna walk away without even crying.

Time to babysit the CIA assholes.

Morning. Sure you can handle this? Let's go.

Listen up.

You may not take the prisoner's photograph.

You may not request the prisoner's autograph.

You may not accept anything from the prisoner. You may not give anything to

the prisoner.

Don't forget who you're dealing with.

He'll kill you if he gets the chance.

Give me your land, yours.

No names, no ID.