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- Previously on Over There. - [Smoke] Yep, you grow up in a gang...

you spend half your life sittin' in the dark, lookin' out that window...

waitin' on guys who are comin' to do you harm.

- I still wanna get back to my unit. - Don't even say that around me.

- What are you reading? - It's the story of a guy who lost a leg but went back to combat.

Between you and me, I hate that book.

I wish I had my husband here.

He's got a tool kit makes this government-issue shit look like the second-rate shit it is.

- Hi, Sergio. - Hey.

We keep bumping into each other. It's weird.

- Do you mind if I join you? - Um-

How about you just deal with the miscarriage, and I will deal with the drinking?

- They're not unrelated. - Shut up, goddamn you. Just shut the hell up.

Hi, Mommy.

Ready to give up being the angel you think you are?

Be the angel of death instead, bro?

- I ain't your brother. - So you on the side of the goat people?

I ain't got a goat nor a son nor a wife, but I know I'm a sinner.

So if you're asking me if I got more in common with my enemy...

than I do with you, the answer's yes.

Shut up, all of you! There's no time for talk!

What you think you believe in, what you think you live for-

it's time to put that shit aside!

It's killin' time!

Maurice Williams, Private, U.S. Army, a.k.a. Smoke.

- [Man] Why do they call you Smoke? - Why do you think, bro?

Tell me yourself, for the camera. I gotta cut myself out of this...

so if you wanna make it to television, you gotta tell me yourself...

in a whole sentence by yourself, understand?

Yeah.

- They call me Smoke 'cause if you mess with me, you get smoked. - That's good. That's great.

- [Snorts] I'm a devil in drab. - I love that!

I got me a license to kill. [Blows]

All right!

- I'm your worst nightmare. - Yeah!

I'm a nigga with a trigger.

I don't think the network will go for that one.

I think the nice lady at Standards and Practices might wet herself.

Hmm. I hear you.

You show a dude gettin' his head chopped off-

you just can't let a nigga say "a nigga," am I right?

- Yeah. - Huh.

- Makes sense to me. - Good.

I love television.

[Dim] Hostage taking is quite different in the Islamic tradition than in the West.

The Arabs have been taking hostages as a way of resolving local disputes...

since long before Muhammad.

Don't forget that the story of 1,001 Nights is the story about a princess taken hostage.

Has to tell her captors another story every nightjust to survive.

The Middle East is more like Chicago in the 1930s than it is like anywhere else.

- First time I ever heard you run out of words. - I didn't.

I just realized he's using an old interviewer's trick. They leave a long silence...

hoping you'll fill it with something you hadn't meant to say...

something that's more revealing or just dumber.

Can't get much dumber than this. It's like a goddamn P.B.S. Show.

I'd rather watch The Simpsons. Simpsons are a black family, man.

- Everybody in the hood know that. Check it out. - A'ight.

[Camera Beeps]

- That's a pretty interesting theory you have there. - Thanks.

You're wrong about 1,001 Nights though. It's about a young queen...

who tells her story so her husband won't kill her.

You have to pick another example. How'd you know about the silence thing?

- My dad. - Oh, yeah? Who's your dad?

- I'm hit! - [Screams]

- [All Yelling] - [Soldier] Oh, my God!

- [Explosion] - [Scream] Outside now!

Go! Go!

[Doublewide] My eye! My eyes!

Go!

You're gonna die, you mother-

Man, get that goddamn thing out of my face!

[Doublewide Screaming] My eye! My eye!

I can't see! My eye!

[Continues Screaming]

- Come on, Doublewide. Get down, Max. - I can't see! I gotta get up!

- [Indistinct] - [Yelping]

- I'm doing the best I can, okay, Doublewide? - [Screaming]

Sergeant!

- I can't see! - I said, "Take cover."

That means leave my goddamn wounded alone...

or I'll stick that camera up your ass, you got me?

We will not stop. I say again...

we will not stop until we've accomplished our strategic objectives...

no matter what the cost.

Sir, don't you feel that as an officer and a gentleman, you owe a debt of honor...

to your wounded soldiers to get them medical attention as rapidly as possible?

We could send Doublewide back to the field hospital with Mr. Moffet right now.

While I owe it to my wounded men and women to get them...

medical attention as rapidly as possible...

they know as well as I do that my first job is to make sure...

this kind of vicious attack never happens again.

And I take thatjob very seriously.

Tonight at 0300 hours, Sergeant Holland will lead his men...

through the irrigation ditch to the south.

You'll lead yours to the north road.

The second we hear morning prayers, we move in.

We?

Will you be joining us in this assault, sir?

We attack at dawn.

That's right, Sergeant. We attack at dawn.

Man, this is a hell of a squad to be embedded with.

- You're embedded with us? - Sure.

Indefinitely, in fact. Could be weeks. I'm your new best friend.

Why? What did you think I was doing here?

- Making us all look bad. - Come on.

- You think it's me? - Yep.

- Let's get this show on the road, okay, Doc? - Absolutely.

- Tight enough? - Yeah.

I got it.

[Grunting]

- Okay. Balance on both legs. - [Panting]

- Place looks better from up here. - Ready to try a few steps?

- How about a few jumping jacks? - How 'bout we start with one step, soldier?

How 'bout that?

[Sighs]

[Exhales, Grunts]

[Agonized Grunt] Shit.

I'm surprised, Bo. There's a skinny kid from Oklahoma in the next room did better.

Oklahoma, huh? We'll see about that.

- I got it. - Okay.

[Grunts]

- How's that? - Awesome.

Oklahoma boy is gonna have to get up goddamn early in the mornin' to stay up with me.

- Yes, he is. - He gets up at 5:00.

[Chanting In Arabic On Loudspeaker]

- Lieutenant says we have to take out the mortar. - Alone?

We got these guys from the escort to back us up, Sergeant Holland's guys.

- What about Doublewide? - Medic's on the way.

- [Chanting Continues] - Know anything about this town?

Mad Cow's got the U.A.V. Photos. About the only thing he's good for.

They got U.A.V. Photos in the last six hours?

This town's been photographed before.

- Hot spot, huh? - I guess.

- Funny nobody warned us when we were driving by. - Yeah. Funny.

- What about the reporter? - The reporter stays.

- While we try to clear a town? - Lieutenant likes having him around.

Babysitting a reporter during an assault could get somebody killed.

If it's the reporter, he could film himself dying, get an Oscar.

Broadcast journalism? He'd get an Emmy or a Pulitzer.

Thanks, Dim. Thanks for clarifying that for us.

Anytime.

[Scream] Let's go. Let's move!

[Soldier] Clear!

You see what I see?

I got a bad feelin'

Why?

You come from a tiny little town, don't you?

- [Angel] Yeah. - Yeah.

Is it ever this quiet on a weekday mornin'?

- No. - That's why.

- Oh, God. - Stay still. Stay still.

[Whimpers, Yelps]

- Ow! - I've been in a bunch of car crashes worse than this.

Remind me to never get in a car you're driving.

- Open your eyes. - I can't. I can't. I'm afraid!

I know. You wanna go blind? Open your eyes.

We need to get this woman to a hospital. Lieutenant!

- Where's Holland's guys? - They're approaching from the other side.

[Angel] There's one of'em.

What's he doing with that table? Don't touch that, soldier.

Leave it alone. Leave it alone. Leave it alone! Leave it alone!

No!

[Grunts]

[Gunfire]

[Woman Shouting In Arabic]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Wind Whistling]

- Let's go. Let's move! - What about Sergeant Holland's team?

They'll make it! Let's go!

- [Scream] What do we got? - Possible hot spot 20 meters on the right.

- Other than that, it looks clear. - [Scream] All right. Tariq, take a position...

behind that berm and cover our withdrawal.

You-your turn. Go.

Now the camera's on you. Let's see if you got the guts.

[Rapid Gunfire]

Let's go!

Ever since we come within 100 yards of this hellhole, things been goin' wrong.

Killin' women and children ain't my idea of a fight.

They run right out in the middle of it.

They were waitin' for us.

Come nightfall, we gotta get back to the lieutenant and Sergeant Holland's guys.

- What's left of'em. - I gotta get back too, man, upload my video. It's awesome.

[Woman Shouting In Arabic, Crying]

[Man Screams, Cries]

[Shouting, Crying Continue]

[Shouting In Arabic]

Allah!

Allah! Allah!

[Doctor] Put your chin on the bar, please.

- It is on the bar. - It is on the bar, sir.

It is on the bar, sir. It's been on the bar for two and a half hours, sir.

I'm sorry, soldier. I didn't know. I was in surgery.

Thank you, sir.

Open your right eye as wide as you can.

- Yes, sir. - Okay.

Good. Can you see out of this eye, soldier?

No, s- No, sir.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. You're gonna be fine.

- [Whimpering] - I'll have this taken care of inside of an hour.

You have my word. I'm the best ophthalmologist in the entire state of Ohio.

[Nervous Laugh] Okay.

- So, you married, soldier? - Mm-hmm.

You're gonna be on the phone tellin' your husband you don't know why you were so scared...

within the hour, understand?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

- Hi. - Hey.

Oh, gosh. Sorry I'm late. El ni�o was fussy this morning.

- Yeah. I know how that goes. - Really?

Every time I see Spooky, he's dead to the world.

Well, that's during the day. At night, he airs all of his complaints.

- Oh. - Mainly, I just think he misses his mom.

- Hey, if this is a bad time- - No, no, no.

- No. I don't wanna make you- - No. Don't go.

I've been looking forward to this-

just to eat with somebody who won't spit up on me.

Yeah. Okay.

- Okay. Where's the baby? - Home.

[Sergio On Machine] You've reached the Del Rio residence. Leave a message.

- [Machine Beeps] - Hi, sweetheart. It's me again.

I'm sorry to leave so many messages. I just-

I really wanna hear your voice.

I'm fine.

I'll try you again later maybe.

[Phone Beeps Off]

[Sighs]

[TV Muted]

[Theme]

In our top story, disturbing images from Iraq are igniting a furor...

across the Arab world this morning.

This footage, shot with a digital camera by an embedded journalist...

in the El Anzal province, has sparked angry protest from Pakistan to Paris.

I got me a license to kill.

In Riyadh, a mob has gathered outside the U.S. Embassy.

A spokesman for the White House has called the incident "regrettable."

Oh, my God.

[Anchorwoman] And now an update on what continues to be our top story.

In the third day of international reaction to the murder...

of two Iraqi civilians by American troops...

the Pentagon has finally issued a brief statement.

It reads, in whole: "An investigation is under way."

Now that footage of the funeral of the mother and child has surfaced...

Arab protests have redoubled.

By the time I saw her, she was already dead, sir.

How can that be, soldier? You're the second man who's come in here...

and said he missed the whole thing.

- How could I have missed her death, sir? - Yes.

I blinked, sir.

Do you have any idea how long an unprotected human being can...

stand up to automatic rifle fire?

Do you know how long a human being can stand up to automatic rifle fire, sir?

I was talking to your camera operator, sir.

- You may direct your remarks to me, Private. - Yes, sir.

How long?

For those people who are gonna see this video...

who don't know anything about battle or killing...

or facing the imminent possibility of being killed themselves.

How long can an unprotected human being stand up to automatic rifle fire?

A heartbeat, sir.

One second you're there, and the next, you'll never see your son's face.

- [Inhales Sharply] - You mentioned automatic rifle fire, soldier.

There's only one man in your fire team who carries a SAW.

Private Maurice Williams. Is he the man who killed the woman and child?

As I said, I didn't see what happened, sir.

You're dismissed.

[Phone Ringing]

- Hello? - Hey, buddy. It's me, Frank.

Mommy, it's Frank. It's Frank.

- Are you coming home? - Not yet, but soon, okay?

- I'm coming home just as soon as I can. - Okay.

- How's your mom? - She's sleeping.

She's sleeping? What time is it there?

I'm awake.

[Sighs] I was just, um, resting my eyes.

- You all right? - Yeah.

How's the baby?

Um, he's-

he's fine.

Vanessa, what is it?

I just, um, miss you so much.

Geez. I miss you too.

I miss you more than I can say.

Eddy asks about you all the time.

He misses you.

I miss him too.

- L- - Listen, um...

this is probably costing a ton of money, and, uh, you know, uh-

- Yeah. - All right.

- Bye. - Bye.

[Dial Tone]

Sergeant, why didn't you immediately inform...

Lieutenant Taylor that two civilians had been killed?

- Sir, I didn't know they were civilians. - A child and his mother?

[Clears Throat] Sir, Sergeant Wilson of Charlie Company...

was killed by a bomb strapped to an 11 -year-old girl.

He was a friend of mine. Sergeant Hitchings, who I went to Ranger school with...

was shot to death by a woman who'd just served him dinner in a mess hall.

He was a friend of mine.

- Sergeant Bissel ofThird Squad- - Thank you, Sergeant.

I don't mean to cut you off. I just mean that I get your thought.

Thank you, sir.

There's the matter of Private Williams and his "spray and pray" firing style.

- Sergeant? - Sorry, sir. Was that a question?

Can you tell me what you think of Private Williams and his wild firing style?

In a firefight, pinned down by an unknown number of enemy combatants...

with the dual advantages of surprise and position...

there is no such thing as a wild firing style...

Captain.

[Man Singing]

[Singing Continues]

Can't sleep either, huh?

Uh, yeah. Something like that.

[Singing Continues]

[Clears Throat] I got five minutes on this phone card...

if you got anybody you wanna call.

- You can't reach nobody? - Nah. Nah. There's no answer.

Shit, Sergeant, I'd love to use your five minutes.

Yeah.

- Thanks. - [Ends]

I didn't cap nobody, sir. Not that day.

- [Captain] You didn't shoot anybody? - No, sir.

- Who shot the woman and the child? - I don't know, sir.

It was pretty wild. L-

What were you shooting at, soldier?

Mostly the guys firing at us from the window, sir.

If we didn't get rid of'em, we might've all got dead.

Leave us alone for a minute, gentlemen, would you?

Now.

Goddamn it, Private. If I ever hear of you pulling this goddamn...

dumb-ass scattergun bullshit again, I will have your ass in the brig!

- Understood? - Yes, sir.

[Chanting]

[Beeping]

[Phone Ringing]

- Hello? - Moms?

[Inhales Sharply] Maurice?

- You hurt? - Nope.

- Where you at? - I'm in Iraq. Where you think I'm at?

I don't know. I was worried you might have-

I don't know.

What? I might've run off?

- I didn't say that. - You think I'm gonna go AWOL, Moms?

I didn't say nothin' like that.

So, you just callin' for no reason?

- Ain't you been watchin' the news? - Baby, I'm workin' two jobs.

I ain't got time to watch no TV.

Well, do me a favor and don't start now, all right?

- What happened? - Nothin'.

Just... war.

[Sighs] Something bad happened.

- Didn't you hear what I said? - You in trouble again?

- Why you gotta be like that? - Why I gotta be like that?

All right. I am in trouble. I'm in goddamn Iraq.

[Sighs] I pray toJesus for you.

- Shit. - I pray every day.

Every day.

Look, they tellin' me I gotta get off now.

Jesus the Savior will keep you in his hands.

He'll stop the bullets hittin' you, no matter what you've done.

[Dial Tone]

[Chanting Continues]

Two Iraqi civilians by American troops.

- The Pentagon has finally issued a brief- - I'm alive, you idiot.

- Pull me in. - Wait a second.

I'm not saving you unless you promise to get that breast milk out of the school!

But the gangsters will kill me-

- What the hell you doing here? - I came here to explain.

- Why'd they even let you in? - I have all access, remember?

[Yells]

- I think you should go. - You've been thinking that since you met me.

- I mean now. - You got your camera?

No. I'm strictly here to talk.

Man, they screwed me as much as they screwed you.

Hey, come on. Cut this shit. Cut this shit, Smoke.

- That's an order. - It's time to go. Now we're goin'. Understand?

Whether you like it or not.

- He's dangerous! - You're dangerous!

- I got screwed too! - You made him look like a cold-blooded killer!

- I didn't do anything like that. - Have you even seen the TV?

- They recut my footage! - They what?

The wire service I work for recut my footage.

They took what I uploaded, and they made a story of it.

- Why? - For money.

They've made 10 times more what they've made all year on this.

- Can they do that? - No. There's gonna be a huge stink...

but it's not gonna help Smoke and it's not gonna help me.

Can you quit?

I did.

All right? You know, I don't care what you think of me.

I just know I'm here to tell the truth when I can.

It's just that the system is a goddamn mess. That's all.

- Just tell Smoke I'll make it up to him. - What's that supposed to mean?

Shut the hell up! I'm trying to get some shut-eye in here...

and if you keep yelling, I'm gonna take your goddamn head off.

What are you doin' sleepin' in a Bradley for? It's a hundred degrees out.

Shut up, soldier!

Okay. Okay.

[Chanting Resumes]

- Thanks for seein' me, Hamzah. - I can't help you.

- You're helping me just by seeing me. - I'm not seeing you.

This meeting never happened.

I wanna know what really happened in that town.

Your soldiers killed a mother and a child.

It was a setup.

I've been thinking about this a lot, Hamzah, as you can imagine.

The soldiers were lured to the town with the mortar.

When the firefight started, someone told that child...

to run out and throw the bottle, didn't they?

- You're insane. - They knew the mother would go after him. That part was easy.

- Preposterous! - They were sacrificed for the camera.

- No one could have known you were going to be there. - No. That was a stroke of luck.

You're as biased as the network whose bidding you do.

There was another camera. They didn't get a camera in there after the firefight...

because that town's been bottled up as tight as a drum.

That camera was already there.

It was a setup, Hamzah. I know it was.

[Yelling, Grunting]

You talk too much.

[Yelps]

[Doors Closing]

[Chanting]

[Sighs]

Fifty-five.

[Male Announcer] The story of the death of a woman and child in Iraq...

has taken an even more disturbing turn in the last 24 hours...

as insurgents have now kidnapped the journalist who shot the original footage.

Conflicting stories about how two Iraqi civilians were killed...

- when they wandered into a firefight in Iraq last week... - Holy shit.

Have taken a backseat to the story of the kidnapping of the embedded journalist...

- [Yells, Groans] - Who was at the heart of the story.

On a personal note, on behalf ofjournalists everywhere...

our hearts go out to Mr. Moffet and his family.

[Announcer]John Moffet, the television journalist who shot what might be...

the most incendiary video of the war so far, has been kidnapped, sources say.

- He's seen surrounded by insurgents, who say- - Mommy?

- I had a bad dream. - Join the club, kid.

My foot was stuck to the bottom of the pool.

I couldn't breathe.

Come here, baby.

[Captain] What I heard is they gave him 48 hours, and that was last night.

- I hope we find him. - How do we know where to look, Captain?

We don't. Intel picks up radio chatter, but it's all contradictory...

and half of it deliberately so.

I think he's in the village where this started, but I can't get the brass to listen to me.

They think they've had the village bottled up for five days...

so no one could've gotten in or out.

By the time I was 12 years old, I was sneaking out of the house after lights out.

I never got caught.

What's up? That was as close as they come.

[Sighs]

- [TVSwitches On] - [Announcer] Clouds rolling in from the northeast.

- [Channels Tuning In, Out] - [Announcer] In the face of mounting pressure...

the Department of Defense continues to refuse to release the names...

of any of the soldiers implicated in the killings of two civilians in Iraq...

but this video footage of one of them has come to stand for the entire incident.

[Smoke] Got me a license to kill.

[Mad Cow On Radio] Rawhide 1, this is 6. Hold your position. I'm coming up. Over.

- Private Williams. - Yes, sir.

- Step down, would you? - Did I do something again, sir?

No, Smoke, you didn't do anything. Just step down and talk to me, will you?

- Sir? - Just come with me.

- He pulled somebody out of the truck. - It was Smoke.

- What's up, man? - Mother had a stroke.

- Is she, uh- - Nah. She's alive.

She's bad though. She's touch and go.

- He gets to go home ifhe wants to. - Really?

Yep. Right now. Five days if he wants to.

I hate to say it, but I got family, I wish they'd have a stroke.

The day is comin'

The drums are drummin'

If you know one, say a prayer

There's mothers cryin'

And fathers sighin' Uh-huh

War is in the air

The trains are fillin'up with boys

Who've left behind their favorite toys

They're goin'over there

Over there

Where someone has to die

- Lord, we ask you to hear our prayer for Maurice's mother. - Shut up.

Bless her and protect her.

- Help her in her terrible struggle, Lord. - I said shut up!

If she's anything like my mother, she's been fighting all her life.

Help her fight this time too, Lord...

and while you're at it, help our friend Maurice.

He needs you just as much as she does. Ain't nobody deserve to die here.

- Over there - Ain't nobody done nothin' that wrong.

- Over there - Help him find his way through this valley of death.

- Amen. - Amen.

Where ours is not to reason why

Over there

Over there

Where someone has to die

[Continues]

[Ends]