High Value Target: The Hunt for Saddam (2026) s01e01 Episode Script
Baghdad Burns
1
- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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?
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- 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 ]
♪
[ 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.
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- [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.
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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.
♪
Package approaching
intersection.
♪
- Command, this is Bravo.
I have visual on the package.
- Alright, don't get too close.
[ Speaking global language ]
♪
[ Speaking global language ]
♪
- 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.
♪
[ Speaks global language ]
♪
- Approaching marketplace.
♪
♪
I may have been spotted.
- He's our Saddam link.
Take him if you have to.
♪
- Suspect on the run!
In pursuit!
♪
♪
[ Speaking global language ]
[ Motorbike roars ]
♪
[ Motorbike roaring ]
- [ Samir shouts ]
♪
- Lost signal.
- Drone is off grid.
You're flying solo, Bravo One!
♪
♪
♪
[ 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.
♪
♪
♪
♪
- 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 ]
♪
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 ]
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
- 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 ]
♪
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.
♪
- 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.
♪
Down there, down there!
♪
- [ Shouts indistinctly ]
- [ Grunts ]
[ Gunfire ]
- Go, go!
Go, go, go!
♪
Got him.
Clear. Go, go, go.
- Watch it.
♪
- [ 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 ]
♪
- Be at the ready.
♪
♪
♪
[ Indistinct radio chatter ]
♪
♪
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
♪
- 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 ♪
♪
♪
[ 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 ]
♪
- 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 ]
♪
[ Engine starts ]
♪
- 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 ]
♪
[ Insects chirping ]
♪
[ Knock at door ]
♪
[ 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 ]
♪
[ 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 ]
♪
♪
♪
♪
Mohammed Yusuf.
There you are.
♪
[ 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 ]
♪
♪
♪
- 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.
♪
Package approaching
intersection.
♪
- Command, this is Bravo.
I have visual on the package.
- Alright, don't get too close.
[ Speaking global language ]
♪
[ Speaking global language ]
♪
- 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.
♪
[ Speaks global language ]
♪
- Approaching marketplace.
♪
♪
I may have been spotted.
- He's our Saddam link.
Take him if you have to.
♪
- Suspect on the run!
In pursuit!
♪
♪
[ Speaking global language ]
[ Motorbike roars ]
♪
[ Motorbike roaring ]
- [ Samir shouts ]
♪
- Lost signal.
- Drone is off grid.
You're flying solo, Bravo One!
♪
♪
♪
[ 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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