JAG (1995–2005): Season 7, Episode 23 - In Country - full transcript

SPECIAL OP 1: Orange
Crush, this is Jacknife.

Confirming target. Over.

Target confirmed, Jacknife.

Predator in range.

Armed and ready, sir.

Fire one.

Firing.

SPECIAL OP 1: Go, go, go.

Target has one blue
eye, one brown eye.

Confirm I.D.

Two brown.



SPECIAL OP 2: Two more, Gunny.

SPECIAL OP 3: Another two brown.

Gunny, you better
take a look at this.

Can you confirm Kabir, Jacknife?

Negative, sir.

We have two males,
one female and a child.

I targeted the
wrong vehicle, sir.

SECNAV: An air
strike to take out

Al Qaeda terrorist
leader Kabir just failed.

Instead, we incurred
civilian casualties,

leaving Kabir's
whereabouts unknown.

Kabir's brother Mustafa warned

of another terrorist attack

spearheaded by Kabir, sir.



If we can't find him...

have we at least
uncovered a clue

as to what the plan was?

We may have.

Clayton Webb suspects
Kabir enlisted the services

of Russian Naval Officer
Captain Mikael Yerastov.

So, he may be in league
with Russian extremists?

Naval extremists.

Which is why I'm assigning
you to a think tank I'm creating.

You know more about
Kabir than anyone

and you have the research assets

to expand your
base of knowledge.

Tell me where the navy
is vulnerable to Kabir

and show me how to stop him.

Yes, sir.

And to that point,

I'd like Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie

back in Afghanistan.

Officially, they'll investigate

civilian casualties
from that strike.

RABB: But unofficially
we're investigating Kabir?

Correct.

Sir, why not be above board

and announce what we're doing?

Despite the desire to do so,

CIA and navy missions
do not always mesh.

So I want you involved to
protect the navy's interests.

CHEGWIDDEN: Sir,

uh, there may
be a hitch in this.

Gunnery Sergeant
Galindez was implicated

in the collateral damage
due to the air strike.

Sir?

That's right, our Gunny.

RABB: Sir...

two senior JAG officers

investigating someone they
know is going to raise flags.

I trust you can lower
them, Commander.

Good luck.

When you see the
gunny, give him my best.

COATES: Are the prisoners they're
bringing aboard Al Quaeda, sir?

Two members of the cell
captured in Eastern Afghanistan.

Are we supposed to
interrogate them, Lieutenant?

No. Just observe.

What, sir?

Standard of protocol,
state of the prisoners.

What do you say
we ignore all that, sir

and just beat the
crap out of them?

Because we'll be too busy

preventing everybody else
from doing that, Petty Officer.

MacKENZIE: Thank you, Corporal.

Ma'am. Gunny.

Commander, Colonel,
good to see you again.

Let me show you where
you can stow your gear.

How are you, Gunny?

Confused as to why

senior attorneys are assigned

to this investigation, ma'am.

The admiral wants to
do right by you, Gunny.

Take it as a compliment.

If that's what the
commander wishes,

I will, sir.

Look, Gunny, we know you were
tasked to the CIA on that mission.

Feel like sharing?

All right, sir.

I lead a special reaction team

that reports back
to Clayton Webb.

Well, our primary mission is

to monitor the CIA's
pursuit of Kabir.

Our investigation into
the civilian casualty issue

is our secondary mission.

In that case, ma'am,

I'll make things
even easier for you.

I'm responsible
for those deaths.

ROBERTS: Hello?

Lieutenant.

I don't believe we've met.

Came aboard this morning.

Dale Woodley, Central
Intelligence Agency.

I'm Lieutenant Bud Roberts.

I'm the ship's JAG.

This is my legalman

Petty Officer
Second Class Coates.

COATES: Looks like something
out of Mission Impossible.

Mission probable, Petty Officer.

Guard.

My guess is he wasn't
installing a TV, sir.

GALINDEZ: As part
of Operation Hydra,

we were following Kabir

and two other Al
Qaeda terrorists.

Finally caught up to
them heading north

in white Toyota pickup.

We maneuvered
ahead of him a few clicks

to set him up for the strike.

You couldn't differentiate
between the vehicles?

Apparently not, sir.

Do you want that to suffice
as your answer, Gunny?

Winds were up,
visibility was low.

There were a lot of trucks
around here in that color.

If you had doubts
about the target,

why did you confirm it?

They weren't expecting
any other vehicles, ma'am.

That's a remote area.

And I-I told an Afghan woman

to warn nearby
residents to stay indoors.

Now, she's a scholar, sir.

Speaks Arabic, Dari, and Farsi.

Her name's Fareeza Tarik.

Here's her photo.

Well, if she warned them to
say indoors, why didn't they?

I-I tried to find
that out myself, sir.

I went to village in question,
but my Farsi's still rough.

They couldn't understand me.

Where can find this Fareeza?

I'm been looking for
her for two days, sir.

But I wouldn't worry, Commander.

She'll show up.

Fareeza documents
Afghan genealogy,

spends most of her time moving

from village to village.

Anything else, Gunny?

Yes, ma'am.

Lieutenant Commander
Coulter would like you

to stop by and say hello.

COULTER: I asked to be recalled.

I mean, for all I know, one
of these could be bin Laden.

So, what's you guys' initial
take on the missed air strike?

We're just getting into it.

MacKENZIE: This
is quite a facility.

I'm impressed.

Well, I'd like to think

I'm special, Colonel,
but the truth is

this is just Operation Hydra:

Identifying DNA of Al
Qaeda and Taliban leaders

killed in air strikes.

With this set up, I can
test DNA in-country

without having to
ship it back to the U.S.

Find anyone we know yet?

That depends. Who
are you looking for?

Mac.

You like it here.

Call me crazy.

Well, what is it?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

It's a man's country.

Ah.

I guess that's why there's
two of them up there.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Farsi)

Okay. Language barrier.

We want to go through.

Seems simple enough.

How much?

How-how much?

(speaking Arabic)

(sighs)

(speaking Arabic)

Even I know better than
to show the whole roll.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

See, the problem
with "man country" is

that it's run by men.

Well, after this new
government imposes a rule of law

that will all change.

You think that will happen
before we run out of money?

(singing prayers)

Their supplies have
been taken by bandits.

I think Gunny was
helping them out.

She'll exchange
information for food.

She was never here, was she?

No.

Let's get out of here.

GALINDEZ: I'm sure there's
an explanation, ma'am.

MacKENZIE: Yes.
Fareeza didn't do the job.

She disappeared, and
subsequently, Kabir escapes.

Now, what does that say to you?

It's not what
you're implying, sir.

Look, Gunny, what do
your team members think?

They only met her once, sir.

How well do you know her?

Well enough to put myself
on the line for her, ma'am.

Unfortunately, Gunny,
that's not going to fly.

It's your prerogative, sir.

We want to know
more about this woman.

We've enlisted some
locals to put out the word,

see if they can find her.

Now, in the meantime,
resume your duties.

Yes, ma'am.

That would be
sniffing out Kabir.

Well, good. That'll put
us on parallel paths.

Yes, sir, and for the record,

Fareeza is not working
for the other side

and she never would
have betrayed me.

(sighs)

He's in love with her.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Agent Woodley, I'll be direct.

Are you bugging cells where
I'm confining Al Qaeda prisoners?

Do you have an
issue with this, sir?

My JAG does.

It raises legal issues
that might be used

to advantage by
the defense counsel.

We're not in court,
Lieutenant, we're at war.

No, but we may decide
to take these individuals

to court for war crimes;

I'm trying to
preserve the options.

No, you're trying
to have it both ways.

Look, these men haven't
even been interrogated yet.

Aren't we getting
ahead of ourselves here?

I would agree with that.

Why don't you talk to the
prisoners, then we'll reconvene.

And you expect them
to be forthcoming, sir?

I don't know.
Apply your training

to the problem and
see what happens.

That's exactly what
I've been doing, sir.

No shortcuts
here. But, Captain...

No, for the time being, at
least, I would appreciate

you keeping your interrogations

within the parameters
set by my JAG.

And to insure that you do so,

I'm ordering Lieutenant Roberts

and his legalman
to be in attendance.

Aye, aye, sir.

GALINDEZ: Salaam.

MAN: Salaam.

(speaking Farsi)

Stand by out here.
He doesn't know you.

Right here, Gunny.

GALINDEZ: Zulmai.

Victor.

Poppy harvest?

Who am I to tell the farmers

not to make the
best profit they can?

You would if your
son was addicted.

My son would never do drugs.

He likes having fingers.

We lost Kabir.

Why do you always think
that I need you to tell me

what's going on in my world?

My apologies.

What do you know?

Much.

Can you tell me where he is?

I cannot.

What do you need?

Weapons, ordnance...?

Well stocked, thank you.

What do you want, then?

Nothing he can't
get more of from me.

MAN: I have already
said all I will ever say.

You said nothing.

Then we are in agreement.

(scoffs)

Not yet.

Give me five minutes.

Guard.

Staff Sergeant, a moment.

Yes, sir.

May I speak with you in private?

Drug-induced information

was excluded from
Mustafa Atef's tribunal

due to lack of probative value.

We're approaching six hours
of wasted time, Lieutenant.

No, look, I know that
you feel frustrated.

The way that I participate

depends on the way that you act.

I don't care about
your court case.

I'm trying to prevent
another 9-11.

Where'd you put
the other prisoner?

Three compartments down.

I'm going there to see
what he has to offer.

Hey, we're on the
same side here.

You have no idea what it's like

to be on my side, Lieutenant.

But I'll be happy to
give you the opportunity.

I'm just trying to do my job.

Well, now you've got two.

This one's all yours.

Guard.

Do we have a plan, Lieutenant?

Where's Captain Kirk
when you need him?

If he were here,

he would tell you to
honor the Prime Directive.

Starfleet personnel
shall not interfere

with developing societies?

Very good.

Captain Kirk
interfered all the time.

To his constant regret.

(chuckles)

Excuse me, but are we
talking Star Trek now?

You were educated in the U.S.

What happened to you?

I learned to love Allah.

Allah does not advocate killing
those who disagree with you.

You know nothing about it.

I know about IDIC.

COATES: What's that, sir?

Infinite diversity,

infinite combinations.

From the Koran, sir?

From Mr. Spock.

WEBB: Mr. Farooq believes
Kabir is staying in a cotton mill

60 miles north.

I spotted him in the
area buying gasoline.

Is there a verification, sir?

In progress.

How do you know it was him?

I looked him in the blue
eye, and then the brown one.

I want a piece of this, sir.

I'm not interested in your
personal vendettas, Galindez.

This is the business of
saving American lives.

We do it fast, we
do it thoroughly,

and we do it my way.

May I ask what that is, sir?

We watch while
planes drop bombs.

(cell phone ringing)

Sexy Beast.

You wanted to
slit Kabir's throat.

All of you take
this so personally.

Two buildings fall down

and you scavenge the planet
looking for the aggressor.

You think we shouldn't?

Almost every building
in Kabul has collapsed.

War is our life here.

You can be its victim

or you can find out
what it can do for you.

WEBB: Gunny
and I are taking off.

I'll call back when we
have strike confirmation.

And my shipment?

On its way.

May Allah be with you.

You're with me now.

I'm a journalist.

You're my bodyguard or guide

as the situation dictates.

(speaking Farsi)

GALINDEZ: This is my
team. This is Clayton Webb.

I'll be continuing on with him.

Return to base.

Pass the word to Commander
Rabb and Colonel Mackenzie.

Secure my weapon, Corporal.

Aye, aye, Gunny.

What are Rabb and
MacKenzie doing here?

Investigating me, sir.

So where's this
cotton mill, sir?

Forget the cotton
mill. We're on our own.

My intel has that location

being inhabited
by a rival warlord.

Farooq was setting us
up to do his business.

And you traded explosives
for this information?

I promised him explosives...

What's he getting?

Folding chairs.

Maybe it'll encourage him
to sit down with his enemies.

This is Ghazi.

His father was
executed by the Taliban.

He's the chief
breadwinner of his family.

Been repairing cars
for the last three years.

A man, accompanied by a woman

asked him to check his
engine and then headed east.

He matched the woman
to Fareeza's photo.

Did you get a
description of the guy?

(speaking Farsi)

(speaking Farsi)

What did he say?

His eyes were different colors.

One brown, one blue.

CAPTAIN: You look
exhausted, Lieutenant.

ROBERTS: It's the
interrogation, sir.

How's that going?

Better, sir.

Moral protocol issues?

Well, they seem to
be resolved, Skipper.

So what is it?

I was able to obtain
some information, sir.

You, or Agent Woodley?

Myself, sir.

The, uh, prisoner
and I found some

common ground, and we've been

speaking for the
last four hours.

You're joking.

No, sir. He was very tired,

didn't realize
what he was saying

but during a
discussion of "kohlinar,"

he let it slip out.

What's "kohlinar"?

An attempt to purge all emotion

and achieve a state
of pure logic, sir.

It's a Vulcan concept, sir.

I didn't really think that it
was possible but, apparently,

Kabir achieved this state
while on retreat at his compound.

What do you have that's
relevant, Lieutenant?

The location of
the compound, sir.

(phone ringing)

GALINDEZ: Sand Crab.

HARM: Gunny.

Yes, Commander.

What's your status?

I hooked up with
Clayton Webb, sir.

He's interfacing with his
operatives at the moment.

Good. Stay with him.

Have you found Fareeza, sir?

She's with Kabir, Gunny.

With all due respect,
sir, I don't buy it.

We spoke to someone this
afternoon who saw them together.

He I.D.'d Kabir by his eyes.

One blue, one brown.

It makes no sense, sir.

It does if she works for him.

She's a historian, Commander.

She's risked her life
opposing the Taliban.

She'd never
support their allies.

I know that's what
she told you, Gunny.

He must have forced
her to go with him, sir.

Maybe he needed an interpreter.

Kabir speaks eight
languages, Gunny.

Listen, you're going to
have to let this one go

and concentrate
on the task at hand.

Now I need you to monitor
Webb and report back to us.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir, it is.

We'll talk soon.

Good news, sir?

My man aboard the Seahawk

just told me, he
was able to obtain

Kabir's destination
in Afghanistan

from a prisoner.

Central Command is riding herd.

Your team as been
assigned to mop up.

Where's he headed, sir?

The Arghandab Valley.

Ground troops?

Bombs.

Call it off, sir.

Right.

Mr. Webb, he has
a woman with him.

I know her.

Not for long.

She's not involved, sir.

I'm sorry, and keep
your hands off me.

The mission can be
changed to a rescue, sir.

Oh, yeah, that'll
play in the war room.

I need your
support on this, sir.

You need to shut up
and think this through.

If you could just hear me out.

Not interested!

Now do I have your
attention, Mr. Webb?

Yes!

What do I need to
know about this woman?

That I'm involved with her, sir.

MacKENZIE: You having
second thoughts about Gunny?

His instincts have
always been pretty good.

Love is an
antidote to instincts.

Mac!

Harm!

Harm, don't move!

(groaning)

You're in a mine
field... Those were

antipersonnel mines
we just went through.

Great.

Look carefully at the
ground around you.

Do you see anything?

Stars.

Stars? Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think I'm fine.

(groaning)

Look, isn't the
idea to bury mines

so you can't see them?

Sometimes there's
a little depression

or a slight pile.

Well, which is it, a
depression or a pile?

Depends on how
long ago it was buried.

I'm going to stand up.

Okay, just...
just do it in place.

(grunts softly)

That right rear
tire is shredded.

Yeah, and so is the left front.

Look, maybe the mines we
hit were the only ones here.

Now, what are the odds of that?

Kind of long.

No, not kind of long.

Very long. Incredibly long.

Astronomically long.

Your odds of
winning the lottery...

Okay, Mac, I get the point.

What are you doing?

Well, you can't walk over here,

so I'm going to
drive closer to you.

What about the mines?!

Well, they're
antipersonnel mines.

They won't blow up a Humvee.

I'm not in a Humvee.

Good point.

Toss me the canteen.

(sighing)

Any ideas?

I'm, uh... thinking.

Okay, I got an idea.

What?

You take cover on the
far side of the Humvee.

I'm going to walk over to it.

That's not a plan,
that's Afghan roulette.

Well, I'm not
going to stand here

like a statue forever when
there's probably nothing

between me and
that Humvee but dirt.

Well, what's the rush?

We can't drive
anywhere on the rims.

The first step is the hardest.

Harm, don't.

(laughs nervously)

(clicking)

Did you hear that?

Uh-huh.

Boy, are you lucky.

Why? I didn't just
step on a mine?

No, you're standing on a mine.

It's just not pressure-detonated
like the others.

It's probably a
Soviet butterfly mine.

So, what does that mean...

It won't detonate until
I take my foot off it?

Right.

So, how does that make me lucky?

Well, you're still
alive, aren't you?

Yeah, so long as I
don't move my foot, I am.

(sighing)

Okay, we'll come
up with something.

You figure they
mined that slope?

Probably not; it's too steep.

Good. You go up there.

On the far side of the big
mountain is base camp.

Bring back help.

I wouldn't get
there till morning

and you're not going
to stand here all night

in the freezing cold.

What other choice do I have?

Well, something
better than that.

There is nothing
better than that.

Now, go. No.

I'm not leaving.

We replace your weight
with something heavy, like...

the ammo box.

The ammo box doesn't
weigh anything near what I do.

It doesn't have to.

(grunting)

It just has to be heavy enough

to delay the mine
until you can get

to the other side of the Humvee.

Okay, now what?

It's too heavy for
you to hand it to me.

Mac!

You could have killed us both!

Yeah, but I didn't.

(grunting): Okay...

I'm going to put my
weight on the ammo box.

I'll slide it forward,
you slide your foot back

okay?

(grunting)

(grunting)

Okay, I got it; take cover.

You take cover. What...?

Why do you have to
be so damn macho?

Look, can I get over the
Humvee faster from up here

than you can from down there?

Can I? Probably.

Then I'm not being macho;
I'm just being practical.

You know, sometimes
you can be infuriating?

I know.

Now, go.

Good luck.

Thanks.

(grunting)

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine. You?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

Ah... thanks, Mac.

That took guts.

You would have
done the same for me.

Yeah, well, the navy doesn't
teach us tricks like that.

Neither does the Marine Corps.

I saw it in a movie.

You saw it in a movie?

Yep.

They don't use real
booby traps in movies.

Come on.

They make things up!

Mac!

WEBB: Yes, sir.

Of course.

I understand.

I made the best
argument I could.

Like hell you did, sir.

The correct response
is, "Thanks for the effort."

How long have you known her?

Five months.

I met a woman in Guatemala
at the height of the civil war.

She was a folk singer.

Used to serenade me

with the saddest
songs I'd ever heard.

And what happened to her, sir?

Classified.

You didn't really expect
them to say yes, did you?

Would you commit
ground personnel

to liberate an Afghan woman

traveling with a
known terrorist?

She's a captive, sir.

Prove it.

What now, sir?

We wait till it's over.

Look.

Let's make our way up
this slope to that ridge.

We'll camp there for the night.

It's better than
risking tripping a mine

trying to get back to the road.

In the morning we'll
look for a safer way out.

Yeah, we could both use a rest.

All right.

JOHNSON: Central Command
has approved the target.

It's our ball.

I need to know if we're legal.

When do we begin, Skipper?

How fast can you talk?

I'm ready, sir...
I've already got

four Hornets on strike alert.

Each is carrying 2,000-pound
laser-guided weapons.

What about the target area, sir?

Got eight buildings
and four trucks

scattered over a
three-mile stretch...

All confirmed Al Qaeda.

Switch me to Spotter Team freq.

Aye, aye, sir.

This is Seahawk JAG.

Roger, Seahawk, this
is Boomerang ground.

Boomerang, have you
positively I.D.'d the target?

I've double-checked GPS
coordinates, Seahawk.

Any questionable structures
inside the blast radius?

Negative, Seahawk.

Any indication of
personnel in the area?

We have four trucks in
front of the main entrance.

One's got the motor running.

What's your recommendation?

I recommend that you
prosecute the target, sir.

Boomerang Lead,
you're cleared in hot.

Roger, Skipper.
Boomerang Air copies.

Two minutes from strike zone.

You know, if you want,

I could call down
to the front desk

and ask them to send
up a room divider.

(laughs softly)

I thought you'd
want your own space.

(chuckling)

How much more
space do I need, Mac?

Ah, fine.

(grunting)

You know, Mac, the temperature
is going to continue to drop,

so if we don't share
body heat, we're risking

hypothermia.

You make it sound so inviting.

You want an invitation?

Yes.

Why don't you come over here?

It's a little bit better than
sleeping with scorpions.

All right.

Okay? Yeah.

Mac. What?

Do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

Not many places left in the U.S.

where you can hear
absolutely nothing.

(faint boom in distance)

Where is that coming from?

(distant explosion)

Admiral, I was just
on my way to see you.

From the look on your face,

must be bad news.

Sir?

What is it, Lieutenant?

A report from Afghanistan.

Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie

are unaccounted for.

Missing? Yes, sir.

They were conducting

an investigation on their own

and lost contact with base camp.

How long? Hours, sir.

The search party's been
sent to look for them.

Keep me informed.

You have my recall number.

Aye, aye, sir.

Petty Officer Tiner.

TINER: Yes, ma'am.

SINGER: You've worked a lot

with Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie.

I thought you might want to know
they're missing in Afghanistan.

Oh, my God.

Yes, gone a long time, too.

That's terrible.

Isn't it?

Have you no shame?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm talking about you gloating
about my friends' misfortune

and coveting their offices.

I never said
anything of the kind.

No, you wouldn't,
you little coward.

I'm not a coward.

No?

How about you and I forget

that we're lieutenants
for five minutes?

Just you and me.

And then what?

(muffled yelling)

(thudding)

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

You all right, ma'am?

Perfect.

Commander, Colonel.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, Corporal.

Have a seat.

Helo found your
Humvee this morning.

Thought you guys might
be captured, or worse.

We're fine.

Corpsman!

If you don't mind,
ma'am, I'd like to confirm.

We can't provide
you with a shower,

but we'll wash up these cuts

and put an antiseptic on them.

That'd be a waste of
good water, Corporal.

Please, sir.

Humor me.

CHEGWIDDEN: Lieutenants.

Thought you liked
to know that, uh,

Rabb and MacKenzie
have been located

safe and...

safe and sound.

That's great news, sir.

Lieutenant, what
happened to your face?

I believe the proper response
is, I walked into a door.

Would you like to make a
more formal response? Yes, sir.

I most definitely will respond,

but not in any way that would
require the admiral's attention.

Carry on.

BOTH: Aye, aye, sir.

COATES: What were they
doing in a hot zone, sir?

I don't know, Petty Officer.

The admiral stopped asking
the commander questions

once he got to the
part about the goat.

Are they hurt, sir?

Bloodied a bit by debris.

Where are they now, sir?

They're at the strike site

with Commander Coulter.

She's a forensic pathologist

who's been assigned
to I.D. the casualties.

You got lucky, Lieutenant.

Well, I can't argue with that.

Although the prisoner
was more off his guard

with Lieutenant Roberts
than he was with you, sir.

I've been at this 13
years, Petty Officer.

With this one exception,

I've never seen a prisoner
give over information

without being
tricked or coerced.

Maybe that's because
you never stuck around

long enough to see it happen.

I apologize for the
petty officer, sir.

That was uncalled for.

You're missing an
important principle here.

19 of them were able to
murder almost 3,000 of us

because they
refused to play fair.

And make no mistake about it,

they'll be a threat
to our way of life

as long as we give
them that advantage.

You have a safe passage.

Why'd you apologize for me, sir?

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

It's just that...

I didn't feel like he quit.

He just went on to
the next prisoner.

Felt he needed a break.

He didn't give you one, sir.

Don't think I needed one.

Have you ever met anyone
like yourself, Lieutenant?

Don't think so.

Well, if you do, and he's
single, will you let me know?

Thanks, Corporal.

Thanks, ma'am.

All structures were hit.

Three vehicles destroyed.

They count 12 bodies so far,
at least those that are intact.

Any word on Kabir or Fareeza?

Not yet.

Sir, ma'am, you all right?

Don't worry about us, Gunny.

Do what you've got to do, Gunny.

Yes, sir.

What'd you do, take
Kabir on yourself?

Feels like it.

Got caught in the strike.

I'll save you the embarrassment
by not asking how.

Mac, Harm.

RABB: Commander.

MacKENZIE: Lieutenant
Commander Teresa Coulter.

Clayton Webb, CIA.

She's doing our forensics.

Can you brighten
my day, Commander?

Yes and no.

This was attached
to a male finger

found in the rubble
in building six.

Kabir's name is
inscribed inside.

You're saying we
got him? I still have

a battery of DNA tests
to run, but it is the most

definitive indication yet.

May I see it?

Sure.

Wait, there's more written here.

It's a gift.

It says, "Blessed Eternity,"
followed by another name.

Osama bin Laden?

Correct.

What's the bad news?

Three of the bodies found

indicate signs of
radiation poisoning.

The wreckage of
building two is also hot

but no materials
have been found.

Maybe they were
building something.

Or transporting it.

Any of the vehicles radioactive?

No.

That would mean it's gone.

COULTER: I understand
there is a truck missing.

Some Al Qaeda are
believed to have slipped away

during the attack.

CORPORAL: Gunny!

We just pulled Fareeza from
the wreckage of building six.

Talk to me first, Gunny.
Out of my way, Corporal.

This will just take a minute.

Is it serious?

Yeah.

She's dead.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

It just happened. I'm sorry.

Was she ever conscious?

I have her story.

Well, let's hear it, Corporal.

Yes, sir.

Fareeza said that she, uh,

tried to warn the
residents to stay in

the night of the
attack on Kabir.

At the first hut, she came
across Kabir and two men.

They were claiming
to be local militia.

He told the family
that the village

was about to be bombed,
and they ought to flee

the same direction
that he was going.

Smart bastard.

Fareeza tried to
explain who Kabir was

and that he was setting them
up just so he could escape.

She even told them that
the reason they picked them

was because they had
the same color truck.

Why didn't they believe her?

Kabir told them she was CIA.

And that she was
working with a rival tribe

that had been threatening
the village for decades.

Did she say why
she was with them?

He forced her.

He figured that he was
less likely to be spotted

if he was half of a couple.

Thanks.

Nuestro amor de es
el niño del padre cruel.

What?

It's a song lyric.

It means, our love is
the child of a cruel father.

MacKENZIE: Hey, you okay?

Yes, ma'am. I was just thinking
what it must have been like

for Kabir while
Fareeza was with him.

Not the other way around?

Oh, she was a pistol, sir.

There wasn't anything she
wasn't passionate about.

Especially the
state of her country.

She must have chewed
a hole in his eardrums

with her diatribes.

The irony is, she
wasn't in love with me.

A one-way street.

Guess that makes
me look like a fool.

Not in my book.

RABB: Listen, Gunny,

this may come as
little consolation,

but you will be
cleared in our report.

You had no way of knowing.

Thank you, sir.

And you deserved better from us

than our skepticism.

No, I was never offended, ma'am.

What goes on in
this part of the world...

It's a lot bigger than me.

Important thing
is, we got our man.

COULTER: Unfortunately,
I've been unable to locate

any other body parts that
match the DNA from the finger

we've confirmed is Kabir's.

RABB: Could the rest of
him have been incinerated?

Even then, there would have
been bones, teeth, something.

How do you account
for the finger?

Well, the tissue was charred

which obscured
how it was removed.

On closer inspection, I
realized it had been severed

not torn off, as you'd
expect in an explosion.

Like with a knife?

Yeah.

MacKENZIE: Why?

To put us off the scent.

Make us think he was dead.

He cut off his own finger?

That's my theory.

What kind of a
man would do that?

The kind of man who'd fly

a passenger plane
into a building, ma'am.

Given Kabir's profile,
it makes sense.

Yeah, most likely slipped
away with the others.

WEBB: Which means
that not only is he still alive,

but so is his plan.

(speaking Arabic)