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Good evening.

This is ABC’s
World News Tonight.

Frank Reynolds is sick
tonight. I’m David Brinkley.

In Beirut, Lebanon, today

a pickup truck

loaded with explosives

drove up to the
American embassy,

and there was a
tremendous explosion

during the lunch hour.

Just after one o’clock,
maybe 1:05, I hear "Boom!"

The loudest explosion
I’d ever heard in Beirut.

The explosion

at five minutes past
1:00 this afternoon

devastated the embassy.

At this late hour,

we are told that more
than 40 people are dead,

between 80 and 100 wounded.

Americans and Lebanese.

Run
back to the embassy,

and the facade of this
beautiful embassy...

I’ve described it
as being, like,

looking at a human face

that had had the
skin ripped away,

so that you just
saw bones and blood.

Oh, it
was wipeout time.

It was terrible.

I remember sitting at
my desk at headquarters,

and somebody called me and
said, "Bob Ames has been killed.

The embassy’s been bombed."

This criminal attack on a
diplomatic establishment

will not deter us from our goals

of peace in the region.

We’re pretty vulnerable here.

Nobody was aware of truck
bombs in those days, really,

you get right down to it.

No one had really
seen suicide before.

In other words,

they’re playing by
rules that we aren’t.

This was a new phenomenon.

Who’s doing this?

Mister?

Okay, good.

What’d
you do, swim?

The flight was delayed.

Never connect through Rome.

I’m Steve.

Chet.

Welcome to Beirut, Chet.

What, are we across
the Green Line?

Skirted round it.

Did you put your hand
up for this shit show?

Yep. I asked to come here.

What, you like civil wars?

I was bored out of
my fucking mind in Khartoum.

Plus, I knew Ames.

True believer, huh?

Good for you.

Open up!

- This is us?
- Yeah.

Belonged to the Brits.
They took pity on us.

Jesus.

Mind your head.

All right.

Kitchen.

Yeah.

I was on leave
when it happened.

- You came through Cyprus?
- Rome.

Try Cyprus next time.

Thirty minutes and a world away.

This is you.

You think Buckley
is gonna read this?

Listen, Buckley’s a
little different, okay?

He never trained
at the Farm, so...

Ah. You must be Chet Riley.

- Yeah.
- They say you speak Arabic.

- A little.
- A little or a lot?

- A lot.
- Ah. I hate languages.

Well, this is all
we’ve got, boys.

I asked Langley for
more, but go figure.

Welcome to Operation Conestoga.

We’re here to find the assholes

that killed our
brothers and sisters.

Ames had a hunch about Iran.

Some, uh, camp near
the Syrian border.

Iran? Why would they be here?

I mean, they’re
Persian, not Arab.

Thanks, Professor.
We all know that.

I know. Just... I was saying
it doesn’t make sense.

Well, nothing makes
sense around here.

All right.

I got a meeting
with a Shia leader

who thinks he’s our best
friend. His name is...

Nabih Berri, from Amal.

You’re gonna be my translator.

Better get cleaned up.
You’re coming with me.

All right,
let’s do this.

Bill was a
unique character.

He was a...

He was a soldier of
fortune, I think,

in the old school sense.

His job was to try
to sort things out

on the ground in Lebanon.

Build something
out of the ashes.

I read your file.

Army grunt, huh?

I enlisted, took a test.

Turns out I was
good at languages.

Next thing
you know, I’m at the Farm.

Just watch out for
the Ivy Leaguers.

- You were Special Forces?
- 5th Group.

Then I went to the Agency.

Sounded good at the time.

Egypt, Saudi. Kicking
around, you know.

Yep.

Oh.

Mr. Buckley.

- Welcome to Lebanon.
- Thank you.

How can I be of assistance?

- Mr. Berri...
- Please, call me Nabih.

Or more simply, Abu Hassan.

Okay.

Mr. Abu Hassan,

we’re trying to figure out
who bombed our embassy.

America has many enemies.

I know that.

What about that group of
Shia working out of Iran?

I will tell you
what I told Robert Ames.

This group is nothing.

Too small and weak.

Well, Ames is dead, maybe
because he believed you.

Have
a seat, please.

Sure.

Thank you.

Have you heard about
Sheikh Fadlallah?

Mm-mm. No.

They say he is their
spiritual leader.

Their imam.

We do have a source
who may know something.

We can ask him.

I’d like to ask
your source myself.

That will not be possible.

How’s your wife liking Dearborn?

Lila.

Do your kids have
their passports yet,

or are they still
using green cards?

You have a green
card too, right?

Those things come up for
renewal at the strangest times.

He told a joke
when I went inside.

What was it?

He, uh...

Uh, he said you
look like a penguin.

That’s a good one.

I got a job for you.

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up!

Pepsi, Fanta, 7Up...

Okay,
here’s a 50K transfer

through Sierra Leone.

What, is this the
same trading company?

Mm-mm. Diamonds this time.

- These guys are good.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you mind?

No. Suit yourself.

Thank you.

She call me a penguin, too?

You really wanna know?

Look, I know you
really admired Ames.

But we’re very different.

Yeah, he was a good man
who believed in people.

Okay. Listen to you.

You got a family?

I’ve been in the field too long.

Only you. Alone.

- Yeah.
- It’s all right.

I hear you have some
information about the embassy.

If anyone sees me
here, I’m done.

- You understand?
- Yes.

Whoa. Slowly.

It’s just my fucking cigarettes.

What’s wrong with you?

If you have
something to say,

now would be the time to say it.

I’ll make it worth your while.

They call themselves
Islamic Jihad.

I know that. I need the
name of their leader.

- He’s a ghost.
- Give me a break.

Hey, listen, I’m a businessman,
okay? And I love my country.

And I hate to see what these
fanatics want to turn it into.

I need specifics.

Okay. Two more trucks are
already here in Beirut.

They will come for your embassy,

the one you share
with the British,

very soon.

Anything else?

Mm. Yeah.

The man you want,
they call him Radwan.

Hajj Radwan.

How do you know all this?

I sold them the explosives.

The guy’s got burn notice
written all over him.

Write him up. Code name Alpha.

Our first source in New Lebanon.

And warn the embassies. We
gotta find those trucks.

You sure? I mean,
it’s a big fucking city.

Uh, can the Marines
help us look?

Yeah, there’s an Arabic word

for getting them out of
their comfy barracks.

Even I know that one.

Inshallah.

As in never.

No, we’re on our own.

- You gonna offer me a ride?
- No.

Go back inside, have some fun.

See you bright and early.

Uh...

All right,
take south Beirut.

You two, take the west of town.

Chet and I’ll take the Corniche
and warehouse districts.

Find ’em!

7:00 a.m. again, boss.

You wanna switch that up?

Fuck off.

What are you gonna do?

Haidar.

Did this Alpha
Boy Scout you recruited

give us a fucking clue, or what?

I didn’t recruit him.

Two trucks somewhere in
Beirut, targeting the embassy.

Ah. That’s...

That’s great intel.

It’s a shitty building
anyway. They can blow it up.

We’ll just give it
back to the Brits.

- There.
- Yeah, yeah.

Out the way, out the way!

Move, move, move, move!

These wogs all look
the same to me.

Come on. That doesn’t help.

Don’t go native on us, Chet.

Hey, uh, boss.

Yeah, we’ve been
everywhere. Nothing.

I see.

What about the others?

We found two vegetable
trucks, a garbage truck

and one full of junk
and searched them all.

Alpha might’ve been playing us.

Maybe.

But the embassy looks
like a fortress.

We’ve warned the
Marines and our allies.

Go home, get some rest.

We can keep going.

I said get some rest, right?

Okay. Copy that.

He said to call it a night.

Really?

He said, "Get some rest."

- He’s an odd one.
- Tell me about it.

You know, uh,
he’s dating a recruit

back at the Farm,

twenty-five years old.

Apparently, he really likes her,

along with a couple
dozen others.

- Buckley? Really?
- Yup.

You know, I don’t
know what’s worse.

Being single here

or thinking about
your girlfriend

fucking someone else back home.

You got someone?

Yeah.

Serious?

Pretty serious.

Why the fuck are you here?

Thought I could
make a difference.

Oh.

Another true believer, huh?

Up, up!

Oh, fuck.

That’s not the embassy.

It’s not even fucking close.

The search goes on
for more victims

in today’s murderous attacks
on the Marine headquarters,

and a building
housing French troops.

Between
250 and 300 Americans

were in the building when
the suicide bomber struck.

As snipers distracted
the guards,

a man in a truck laden with
2,000 pounds of explosives

raced toward his target.

It was just
after 9:30 in Kuwait this morning

when a truck loaded
with explosives

crashed through the gates
of the US embassy compound

and blew up.

Within two hours,
another five bombs went off

in sites all over Kuwait.

The bombs apparently hidden
in booby-trapped cars.

Who is responsible?

A radical terrorist group
called Islamic Jihad,

or Islamic Holy War,
has claimed credit.

It’s the same
group which earlier said

it blew up the American
embassy in Beirut

and the Marine
headquarters in Lebanon.

The White
House is under new pressure

to justify the presence
of American peacekeepers

on the ground in Lebanon.

There was nothing
else we could do.

Six bombs, all in minutes.

Who the fuck are these guys?

Hey, boss wants
everyone downstairs.

Gentlemen.

I just got a call
from Director Casey.

Apparently, the White
House is done with Lebanon.

The Marines, the battleships,
everyone’s pulling out.

So the message is
hit America hard,

and then we just
fucking cut and run?

Seems like.

And don’t think the
bad guys won’t notice.

And what about us?

That’s
a personal choice.

I won’t force anyone to stay.

Appreciate it.

Let’s get back to work.

President
Reagan tonight

ordered a phased pullback
of American Marines

from their positions
around the Beirut airport.

That announcement
came this evening

after the Lebanese forces
backed by the United States

took a terrible beating today.

The Marines will be...

Thanks for everything.

Chet.

Listen.

I’ve been around long enough

to recognize a sinking
ship when I see one.

Especially when I’m
standing on deck.

You do not want this
stain on your record.

I can find this guy.

Well, you’re even more
stupid than I thought.

Yeah.

The guys who hit Kuwait.
Found them. Seventeen of them.

Including one guy from
Lebanon. Let’s go.

Mustafa Badreddine
had traveled out to Kuwait,

did a bombing there
and was captured.

An American professor at the
American University of Beirut

was kidnapped as he was
coming from Beirut airport.

Another American
has been kidnapped in Beirut.

All this
awful stuff going on,

and it just creates a situation,

an atmosphere, an aura
of why are we here?

What’s the point?

So many
of these kidnappings

that take place
in the late 1980s,

are all conducted
because Mughniyeh

is trying to free
his brother-in-law.

What do you got?

This Islamic Jihad group

is demanding that we
release Mustafa Badreddine,

who’s the guy in jail in Kuwait,

in return for some
of these hostages.

Who the hell
is Mustafa Badreddine?

We don’t know.

Can we get to him in Kuwait?

Well, Kuwaitis won’t help.
They’ll probably kill him.

Was he with those assholes

you saw hanging
out at that mosque?

Half of south Beirut
hangs out at that mosque.

Time to talk to Alpha.

All right.
I’m gonna ask you again.

Who is Radwan?

Is he Mustafa Badreddine?

Mustafa? No, that’s not him.

It’s okay.

I’m here to help you.

They call him Abu Dukhan,

father of the smoke,
because he disappears.

Father of the smoke? Really?

Let’s just hand him
to the Israelis.

Come on, guys. Really?

We need a real name, okay?

Can you do that for us?

- Give me a real name?
- Fuck.

Come on. Think
about your own future.

Imad.

Imad Mughniyeh.

Mughniyeh? How old is
he? Where’s he from?

- I don’t know.
- Who’s he work for?

Can I have my money now?

I think you want more
than money, don’t you?

Who’s he working for?

Fadlallah? Iran? Why hit Kuwait?

I don’t fucking know.
I never saw him.

No one saw him.

You’ve never seen...
No one’s seen him?

Come on.

If you’ve got something
to offer, now’s the time.

They say he wants to lead

the Shia of Lebanon.

Begin our revolution.

I mean, who can blame him?

We need a revolution.

But not that kind.

You would do it
differently, wouldn’t you?

Yeah.

I’ll choose my friends
more carefully.

Where is he? Where
can we find him?

Honestly, guys, I swear, I
told you everything I know.

Okay. Okay.

I don’t trust him.

Check that name.

All
right, I checked everything.

Marriage certificates,

school records,
birth certificates.

There’s nothing on the
name Imad Mughniyeh.

I mean, the fucking
name doesn’t exist.

Fuck. I knew Alpha was lying.

Okay, that’s what I thought.

But then I had this guy
at the passport office

pull photos from an old
archive in a warehouse,

just on a hunch.

That’s our guy.

Kid from the slums,
maybe five years ago.

That’s our guy.

So what,
is he, like, 20 now?

Yeah.

Now we know who’s
fucking us. What a relief.

Right. So we track him down.

With our manpower,
that could take ages.

No offense.

Listen, Bill,

you got to vary your
routine or something.

You can’t keep dressing like
an ad man on Madison Avenue.

What are you, my ex-wife?

Or your
25-year-old girlfriend.

You know about that?

We were hoping to
keep that as a secret

since she’s also in the Agency.

You have someone you like?

No.

Well, you should.

I’m gonna call it a night.
You take it easy, brother.

- Morning.
- Hey.

Uh, you seen the boss?

Have you heard from
him? It’s after 7:00.

Is he not in his office?

I don’t think so.

Bill.

Yes,
sir. Sat phone, contacts.

All our assets are lost.

Jesus Christ.

Well, did you warn the assets?

Some.

We think this is Islamic Jihad.

Who the hell’s
that? Who the hell is this?

It’s, uh...
It’s Chet Riley.

He’s a case officer.

All right.

Case Officer, we got any
light inside this group?

Yes, we have Alpha.

Who’s Alpha?

He’s a source.

He could be playing
us. We don’t know.

He gave us the name for Radwan.

Radwan? Who’s Radwan?

The leader of this
group, we think.

Okay. What’s the name?

Imad Mughniyeh.

He probably hit our embassy,
the Marines, Kuwait.

I think it’s safe to
assume he has Buckley, too.

- What’s his name?
- Imad Mughniyeh.

Twenty-one years old.

God damn it.

What, I’m supposed
to tell the President

some punk kid has
our station chief?

Huh?

He’s gonna ask me how
long Buckley can hold out.

He’s sentimental that way.

Bill’s a Green Beret, sir.

He’ll hold out as
long as he can.

All right.

Let me know if
you hear anything.

Understand, Case Officer?

Yes, sir.

Uh, sir, one more thing.

We have intercepts here
that tie back to Iran.

It’s possible they’re pulling
the strings on all of this.

Just find Buckley.

Sorry.
This is all we have.

Radwan.

I need you to tell
me about Kuwait 17.

I know you have
Mustafa Badreddine.

No.

No. The Kuwaitis have him.

Come on.

You’re CIA.

Eat.

You’ll be here for a long time,

Mr. William Francis Buckley.

Okay.

What’s your name?

I’m not making a tape.

I want your
friends to know

that I have your,
uh, CIA briefcase,

your special phone,

and I have you.

So talk.

No.

Hey, guys, you good?

- Hey.
- Yeah.

I have something for you.

Proof of life.

This is Buckley?

Where’d you get this?

- Where is he?
- I don’t know.

Where’d you get the tape?

Guys.

He trusted you. You
understand that?

Come on, man. Hey,
hey, hey, hey.

- He trusted you.
- Back off, back off.

I’m just a fucking messenger.
What’s wrong with you?

- I’m here to help.
- All right.

I understand that.

I just need you to tell
me where the fuck he is.

- Yeah, I get it.
- Yeah. Is he at Baalbek?

- Where is he?
- Don’t fucking touch me.

You know what? Watch the
tape. It’s very entertaining.

Watch it.

Jesus, Chet.

Keep going like that.

You’ll get fucking
Buckley in pieces!

I asked you, where
the fuck is he?

Fuck you!

Damn it, Chet! Back off.

They had broken the CIA,

not only with the
Marine Corps bombing...

The Marines, United
States Marines.

And now they’ve got
a station chief.

Buckley was tortured
horribly by them.

There were videos
that were sent back.

They took an electric
drill to joints.

And you don’t forget that.

You’re breathless

when you see that
for the first time.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I hadn’t done that
in a while. Sorry.

I’m good.

My name is William
Francis Buckley.

I work for the CIA.

God damn it.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Is anyone there?

Yeah, it’s Dewey.

Jesus Christ, Chet.

Sir, I need to go to Baalbek.

There’s a very good
chance Buckley’s there

in that Iranian training camp.

No, you’re
gonna stand down.

That’s far too risky.

How the fuck do you
propose I get him out, sir?

I’ll get back to you.

The group
that claimed responsibility

for the bombings
of the US embassies

and the Marine base
recently announced

that it’s holding all
five kidnapped Americans.

And it...

I’m going to Baalbek.

You can’t.

Fuck it. Are you coming?

- Who you talking to?
- No one.

Damn it. Yeah,
Dewey, he’s going.

There’s gonna be a
crossroads up ahead.

We’re gonna go left.

It’s where the ruins are.

Okay. Here.

Yeah, but we’re going left.

That way is closed.

Up ahead is better.

I understand, but the
ruins are to the left.

Let’s take the left.

Yeah, I know, but
we take this way.

Mister.

Mister.

Please. Not...

I don’t want problems.

Mister! Mister, please.

Mister.

Please, back to the car.

Yeah, yeah.

Mister,
please. Please, mister.

Please, back to the car.

You can ask
him anything you want.

About the CIA, Iran.

Whatever.

Thank you.

I told you not to go.

For fuck’s sake, I’m
telling you Buckley’s there.

You think or you know?

Give me a Delta Force team,
and I’ll prove it to you.

Come on.

Chet... we all love Buckley.

But you’re too involved in
this. We need you to step back.

We. Okay. Who’s "we"?

Counter-Terrorism Center.

CTC.

It’s a new division.

Steve works for me now, and
our focus is Islamic Jihad.

- It’s not Iran.
- They’re the same.

Do you understand
that? Same thing.

Asgari and Pur,
Syrian ambassador,

setting up something new,

tip of the spear
of the revolution.

This is money, banks,

direct support
for the operation.

I think these guys may have even
interrogated Buckley themselves.

Stop, Chet. Stop it.

You yourself have
been telling me

this is all Imad
Mughniyeh, this Radwan.

Yeah, it is.

But he’s working for
these guys somehow.

It’s an Iranian op.

Jesus Christ.
Iran is not your concern.

What is your concern is Lebanon.

And you can start by telling
me about the mosque in Beirut.

What’s the name of
the, uh... the Imam?

Fadlallah. Sayed Muhamad
Hussein Fadlallah.

No, Fadlallah is not
Iran. It’s complicated.

This is a Counter-Terrorism
matter now.

Jesus Christ!

It’s the CTC.

Maybe it’s not the best
division for you after all.

But enjoy Cyprus.

Sorry, brother.

Thank you.

Where is everyone?

With Dewey, I think.

Dewey is here in Beirut?

I’m sorry.

We are in position.

Yeah, Chet
Riley, Beirut Station.

I need the Director on the line.

I have Field
Officer Chet Riley

on the line for you, sir.

Case Officer, you’re really
not supposed to call here.

Sir, this cannot happen.

We cannot have this happen.

It’s gonna backfire on
Buckley, on all of us.

- It’s him.
- Mm.

Thirty seconds.

Uh, let’s proceed.

It’s time to go.

Haidar!

Haidar!

Haidar!

Haidar!