The Brave (2017) s01e09 Episode Script
Desperate Times
1 Previously on The Brave.
Guys, get the kids.
The other way, other way.
- 21 people injured, 4 servicemen dead, and here we sit like it didn't even happen.
- DC's gonna figure out who did this.
And when they do, it's our job to be ready.
- Rainer Boothe, the world's most elusive arms dealer.
- I want to bug him.
- Not the medallion.
- Kill the spider, all you get is the spider.
Put a listening device on him, you get the whole web.
- You made a deal with the man who went directly after Americans by bombing that beach in Turkey, Fahim Jarif.
- It's sound panic.
- It should be.
There is no mission weighed as carefully or subjected to as much scrutiny as the one we are tasked with today The targeted killing of another human being.
In this case, Fahim Jarif.
The man responsible for the Karatas Beach attack in Turkey that killed four American servicemen and wounded 21 others.
Mr.
Jarif meets all three criteria necessary to clear the threshold for lethal action.
[CALL TO PRAYER PLAYING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
One, he poses a current and ongoing threat to both the United States and Europe.
- [SPEAKING FRENCH.]
- Two, the infeasibility of capture being a high-ranking government official, Jarif is well protected.
The Mossad has tried for years unsuccessfully to eliminate him, so has the Mujahideen.
And three, the certainty of our intelligence among the sources identifying Jarif as the mastermind is communication picked up from the bug planted on Rainer Boothe by Special Operations Group 7 under the command of Adam Dalton.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- [GIGGLES.]
- Let me be clear.
This mission is the highest of difficulty.
We have sent in the best of the best.
But we must be prepared for anything.
- - - Merci.
- Danke.
- If all goes well, our people will be in and out of Tehran in a matter of hours.
And no one will even know we were there.
[CALL TO PRAYER PLAYING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[MAN SPEAKING FARSI.]
- Where did you get a gun in Iran? - Asset that picked us up came prepared.
Where'd you get yours? - Some hotshot Special Ops guy gave it to me as a gift a few years back.
- Guy's got good taste.
- [LAUGHS.]
- How long has it been? - Oh, way too long, my friend.
So good to see you.
What about our fishing trip? I'm still waiting.
- Yes, yes, I promise.
One of these days I'm gonna take you up on your offer to see these Blue Ridge Mountains of yours.
- You remember my brother Hassan.
- Of course, Hassan.
- Great to see you again.
- [CLEARS THROAT.]
- Sergeant Jaz Khan.
- Mr.
Larijani.
Top's told us all about you.
- Top? But you're an officer now.
- Yeah, what can I say? Name stuck.
- After you, dear.
- Oh, would you stop? [SIGHS.]
- So, how long have you worked with this maniac? - Almost three years.
- CST? - That's the official title, but trust me, she's fooled guys.
She took Jimmy's spot after he retired.
- Everybody else here? - See for yourself.
- Hey.
- Hey, how's the honeymoon, you two? - Eh, ask me in a couple of hours.
- We're barely out of the airport, and she had her ring off.
- Ooh.
- Is it too late to get an annulment? - Did I hurt your feelings? - [CLEARS THROAT.]
How about you guys? Any hiccups? - Well, our customs official couldn't believe we're actually related.
I think his exact words were, "I guess you lost the genetic lottery.
" - Don't look at me, man.
I didn't say it.
I was thinking it, but I didn't say it.
[LAUGHTER.]
- Adam, you ready? - Yeah, go ahead.
Send it.
[BEEPING.]
- I'm glad you all made it.
I wish I could say the hard part is over, but we've only just begun.
Shall we run it? [KEYS CLACKING.]
Okay.
Let's start with your target.
Fahim Jarif This is the man responsible for sending that truck of explosives barreling toward you on the beach.
- The majority of Jarif's time is spent here at the luxury penthouse in the Palace Hotel.
The place is a fortress.
Takes most of his meetings there.
That's what makes him so untouchable.
On the rare occasion that he does go out, his security is handled by handpicked Iranian Special Forces headed by Qassem Javad.
Qassem is careful.
Jarif is himself paranoid.
So, you spook him, you lose him.
- The tea house for Jarif's meeting today is there, right in the heart of the city.
Now, we don't know who Jarif is meeting with, but we do know his usual table and his usual seat.
As you can see from the map and the photographs taken by Mr.
Larijani, this apartment affords a direct line of sight to Jarif's chair.
The shot's about 650 yards.
- What about the windows in the tea house? - They will be open.
And if they are closed for some reason, the glass is only 5/16 of an inch thick.
- We can handle that.
- At T-plus 60 minutes, Dalton, you and Jaz should be at the airport.
Preach, you will be on the train to Istanbul.
Amir and McGuire, you will go back to the Koswar hotel and wait for Hossein to take you out by land.
That puts total running time on target at 187 minutes.
[SIGHS.]
Are there any questions? This is Iran we're talking about.
There are Revolutionary Guards on every street.
This is a government that has been burning our flag since 1979.
If you get captured, you will not be recognized by the American government.
You will be on your own.
So I ask again, are there any questions? - Yeah, I have one.
Don't you guys think I could look like McGuire's brother? - Oh, dear God.
- No.
- Seriously, like, his younger, more sophisticated brother? - No Director? Go ahead, start the clock.
- Time is mark one.
Jarif should be leaving the penthouse in five minutes.
Dalton, McG, you're up first.
- Godspeed, Captain.
- You work with women now? - [CHUCKLES.]
I work with whoever gets the job done, okay? Hossein, I never took you for a chauvinist.
- Not a chauvinist.
Just a man who lost his daughter to those animals, and I know what they would do to her.
- I understand that, but I'll tell you this.
They need to be a little more worried about what she can do to them.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[MAN SPEAKING FARSI ON TELEVISION.]
- All right, we got eyes on the vehicle.
And there's Jarif.
All right, everybody, look sharp.
- Jarif's on the move.
- Acknowledged.
- Acknowledged.
- Time? - 13:20.
- We just made a right on to Valiasr Street.
Guess that puts us about five blocks out.
- Jarif's men will pull up and deploy.
Dalton, make sure you stay outside of that ring, okay? Two blocks minimum.
- Yeah, roger that.
We're slowing now.
Amir, should have eyes on that vehicle any second.
All right, Amir, you got him? Amir, do you have him? [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
- Vehicle's in sight.
Positive contact on Jarif.
- Your range is 642.
Your hold is two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
[DOOR OPENS.]
- He's inside.
He's heading to his table.
- Your hold is two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Wind unchanged.
[MAN SPEAKING FARSI.]
- Hold on.
Some party official just recognized him.
Stand by.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
He's asking him for some favor.
- All right, nothing changes.
All right? No reason to lose our cool.
Jaz? - He sits down he's never getting back up again.
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
- Looks like Qassem's finally doing his job.
We're clear.
- One more step.
- Your hold is two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
- All clear.
Jarif is leaving.
I repeat, Jarif is leaving.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- Come on! - Dalton, abort.
I repeat, abort.
Proceed with exfil plan Alpha.
- Let's head to another floor.
- Why? - So I can get a shot on him before he gets back to his car.
- [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- Dalton, you have got to get out of there.
- Okay, Command, stand by.
Break.
Somebody's got to let me know what's happening right now.
- Somebody talk to me.
- I don't know.
Something spooked him.
He's leaving, and we're getting ready to follow.
- Negative.
Negative, all right? He's already paranoid as it is.
I don't want anyone risking their life when we don't have a chance.
Jaz, that means you.
Jaz.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- Okay, your range is 622.
Hold.
Two minutes to the left.
[GUNSHOT.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- Jaz, what the hell was that? - I missed it.
I missed my shot.
There was a kid.
I had to pull up.
- Dalton, this mission is officially aborted.
The clock is ticking on your exfil.
- I'm not gonna lie, Top.
This one really hurts.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
- Top, we never figured out who Jarif was supposed to meet, right? - Affirmative.
Why? - Because I think I'm looking at her right now.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
- Men like Jarif don't do business with women.
- Mm-mm.
- Unless she's a courier for a man someone who can't risk meeting him in public.
- Maybe, but is it worth risking our team to find out? - Check Amir's bodycam, see if we can get facial recognition.
Dalton, delay on the exfil.
The woman is in play.
- She's heading towards you.
She's in red with a black scarf.
- Copy that.
[ENGINE TURNING OVER.]
Okay, all right.
Circle the block.
Amir, don't follow, all right? We're gonna pick up the tail on the other side of the alley.
- She's heading towards you.
Maybe 15 meters.
- That's Aida Hareb, sister of Nasser Hareb.
- Mastermind behind the two biggest suicide attacks - on American troops in Iraq.
- That's the one.
Okay, Dalton, That's Nasser Hareb's sister.
She is definitely who Jarif was meeting with.
See if she can lead us back to him.
- She's rabbiting.
She's rabbiting! - No, no, I got her.
- She ducked into the building.
Top's after her.
- All right, McG.
I want you to cover that alley.
Preach, Jaz, rendezvous on him.
Amir, Hossein, I want you to lock down the exits.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
All right, second level.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Third level.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
All right, going in.
Aida Hareb! - Oh, no, no, no.
She bit down on a suicide cap.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no! - [GROANS, GASPING.]
No, no, no, no! You don't get to do that! Spit it out.
Spit it out! - [SPITS.]
- Oh! - Death to you all.
[GROANS.]
[GASPING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
Clear.
- So how much longer on those new exfil routes? - Five minutes or less.
We have no indication that anyone is aware of your presence.
We're optimistic we can get you out safely.
- Hey, we have her phone and Jarif's number.
That's something.
- Jarif's number is meaningless.
It will change in an hour.
I'm sorry, Top.
I don't know how she made me.
- It doesn't matter.
We can't control that.
You guys want to tell me what the hell just happened out there? - I tried to get a different shot.
- Did we plan for that? - No.
But I saw an opportunity, so I took it.
- You do not ever ever go off book.
- Top, we improvise all the time.
That's what we do.
- No, I improvise.
You stick to the plan.
Period.
Done.
You guys think that we have the same wiggle room in Tehran that we have in Paris or Mongolia? - [SCOFFS.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- Oh, and I'll just leave out the part where you almost dropped a kid.
- Top's right.
We got a little carried away.
It won't happen again.
[CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
- Incoming text on Aida's phone.
Number's unidentified, but the texts says - "Sorry I couldn't make it.
Something came up.
" - It has to be Jarif.
- Because Jarif doesn't know Aida is dead.
- Compose your response.
- What are you thinking? - Jarif doesn't know we're onto him.
If we can draw him out into another meeting - Then we can finish what we started.
- Okay, there doesn't seem to be any sort of code.
- She would be deferential.
- Uh-huh.
- Try, "Perhaps tomorrow is better.
" [CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
- [SIGHS.]
[CELL PHONE CHIMES.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING.]
- All right, Command, I'm gonna have Jaz answer the phone.
We got one shot at this.
I need you to give her everything you've got on Aida in her other ear.
- Dalton, give us two rings.
[RINGING CONTINUES.]
- Lebanese accent.
- Uh-huh.
[SNIFFS.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
[KEYS CLACKING RAPIDLY.]
- Three days ago, 10:13 flight out of Cairo.
- Best guess is Aida last saw her brother four months ago in Cyprus.
She should suggest an alternative.
- She can't.
- Jarif will spook.
- Well, it was a nice try, at least.
What? - This is crazy.
- It's only crazy if Jarif has met her before.
If not, it's a calculated risk, and it's Dalton's risk to take.
Put Sergeant Khan's picture up there.
What do you think? - [SIGHS.]
I think with tactical makeup, it could be done, but it shouldn't be done.
- Opinion noted.
Noah? - Okay, I'm doing a deep dive here.
Aida and Jarif have never met.
Aida's digital footprint is small, so we can swap in Jaz's photo, monitor the sites, see if Jarif checks up on her.
- Do it.
All right, Dalton, in answer to your question, yes, we do believe that Jaz could pass as Aida.
Let me know what you decide to do.
- All right, so how long until the poison takes effect? - Once ingested, five minutes.
- So that means once you're sure that he's taken it, you got to make up some kind of excuse to get out of there.
- Well, it's gonna look like he's having a heart attack.
- So, even if she's there - No, it doesn't matter.
If she's there when it happens, they're gonna hold her.
Amir, what are you thinking? - I think it could work.
The cultural bias is real.
It will never occur to Jarif or anyone else that Aida is a threat.
- We sure as hell didn't come all this way to go home knowing that this son of a bitch is still breathing air.
- Preach? - Well, what I like about the plan is that Jarif's own place is the one place he'll feel most secure.
- Give us a second.
Look, I know what we just talked about over there.
But I don't want that affecting your decision in any way.
You don't have a damn thing to prove to me.
We don't have to run this mission.
And as far as I'm concerned, we can walk out of here with our heads held high.
In fact, we probably should.
- When that truck was coming towards us on the beach that day what was going through your mind? - [SIGHS.]
I was pissed.
He attacked soldiers.
That's one thing.
- He'd come after the kids.
- Yeah.
We got lucky that day.
- Yeah, we did.
- The next people might not be so lucky.
Let's make sure there are no next people.
- Yeah? - Hell, yeah.
- All right, Command, she's going in.
- Can't let Jaz walk in there alone.
I can't go in there.
I'm gonna get made in a heartbeat Preach too.
So you two guys need to set up positions in the lobby, all right? We'll call it a business meeting between you two and Hossein right here.
- Adam there's no way to get guns in there.
- I realize that.
- So we're going in naked? - Anything goes sideways, you find a guard, any guard, and you make them your holster.
- That's an order I can get behind.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- The human brain uses 50 key points to identify a face.
The purpose of tactical makeup is not to turn someone into a twin, but rather to manipulate those points so that the brain perceiving it the one who a person expects to see is the one who a person sees.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Do your daughters know you can do this? - Absolutely not.
I let them blunder through their adolescence all on their own.
- Hey anything goes wrong, you improvise.
[WAND BEEPING, MAN SPEAKING FARSI.]
- [SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- Hareb.
Mr.
Jarif is expecting me.
- May I see your identification, please? [ALL SPEAKING FARSI.]
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
These gentlemen will show you to the elevator.
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
[BUTTON BEEPS.]
- Okay, she's in.
- I hate this, Preach.
I hate this sitting here.
I hate this more than they can ever know.
- Yeah, so do we, when it's you out there risking everything, but we have faith in you.
So might as well have some faith in Jaz.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
- Aida - Of course.
Sit, please.
Make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you for receiving me.
My brother, he speaks of you often.
- Mm.
And when did you see him last? - Must be maybe four months ago in Cyprus.
- Mm-hmm.
- And you? - Oh, it must be, what, uh - three years now? - Hmm.
- Wait.
There's something very wrong here.
[SPEAKING FARSI.]
- [LAUGHS.]
- We don't have our tea.
- [SIGHS.]
[WOMEN SIGH.]
- You must have a beautiful view.
- I do, although I don't look at it often.
Tehran prospers, despite the endless sanctions.
- How much sugar do you like? - My doctor says I shouldn't have any.
- I hate doctors.
- Yeah, so do I.
- As I was saying, my brother is a great admirer of your work.
He thinks of you as a hero.
He's inspired by what you do.
- Your brother is the inspiration.
I fear this this war will go longer than any of us would like.
And it's not just fought on the battlefield.
It is fought on the Internet, in the media.
This is a war for hearts, for souls.
- It is one we must win.
Jasmine.
My favorite.
- Mine too.
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING.]
- Incoming call? From who? [KEYS CLACKING.]
- Aida's brother.
- [SIGHS.]
[RINGING AND VIBRATING CONTINUE.]
- It's Nasser.
Did you tell him we're meeting? - Aren't you going to answer it? - No.
I'll do it later, of course, when I leave.
- And worry him unnecessarily? I don't mind.
[JAZ AND JARIF STRUGGLING.]
- You're devout.
If you get killed by a woman, you don't go to Heaven, right? [JARIF GRUNTS.]
- Well, guess what, Jarif those aren't the pearly gates - you're seeing.
- [NECK SNAPS.]
[PANTING.]
Top, remember what you said about improvising? Time to improvise.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- All right, Jarif's dead.
I didn't get to use the poison, though.
Okay, I think I may be able to get out of here, but I might need some help.
- All right, McG, Amir, I need you each to take a stairwell, okay? I'm gonna need you you to create a pathway.
Hossein, you're gonna be our eyes in the lobby, all right? You tell us who's where.
Command, you tell us when the alarm goes up and be ready to get us out of the area when it does.
All right, Jaz, you got help in both stairwells.
Stay cool.
Work your way down.
Stay out of the elevator.
- Miss Hareb.
You need a key card even to go down.
[BOTH SPEAKING FARSI.]
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
- [BREATHES DEEPLY.]
[SHOUTS IN FARSI.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO.]
- They know.
- [SHOUTING IN FARSI.]
All speaking Farsi.]
[BEEPING.]
- That's it.
The call just went out.
Dalton, you have got to get out of there fast.
The whole city's about to rain down on you.
- Negative.
We're getting Jaz out.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[BEEPING.]
- All right, I'm on the fifth floor.
I'm heading to the south stairwell.
- 20 seconds.
- Okay.
Who's who's got the south? [NECK SNAPS.]
- I'm on the third floor.
She's clear to four.
I got to stash this guy, and there's more on their way, all right? - Okay, Jaz, we're gonna checkerboard you to the lobby.
We'll pick you up at the south exit.
- Copy that.
All right.
- Jaz, you have three coming to you right now.
You're clear, but you have to move fast.
Amir, she's coming to you.
- Copy.
- All right.
- Amir, Jaz, two pastaran coming up from the lobby.
Jaz, exit at the second floor.
- Okay, Amir, McG, good job.
Fall back to the lobby.
We're gonna find Jaz an exit.
- Dalton, there's an alley on the west side behind the hotel there are three doors leading to it from the lobby.
[MEN SHOUTING IN FARSI.]
- Top, there is no way she can make it out through the lobby.
[MEN SHOUTING IN FARSI.]
- I recommend that McGuire and Amir exit while they still can.
As for Jaz, we'll have to find another way to get her to the alley.
- I don't need the lobby.
I'm gonna come out through the window.
- No, Jaz, you're not.
That's crazy.
- It's what you would do.
Okay, I'm looking at a plate-glass window that faces the alley.
I'll be there in 60 seconds.
Please don't keep me waiting, 'cause I'll probably have a broken leg.
- Okay, okay, all right.
We're on our way.
McG, Amir, Hossein, stand by.
If you don't hear from us in five, we're gonna rally back at the safe house.
Let's go get her.
- 20 seconds.
- Okay, stop up here.
- Ten seconds.
Whoo, this is gonna hurt.
[MAN AND JAZ STRUGGLING.]
- Adam, they got her.
I say again, they have Jaz.
- [SCREAMS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Guys, get the kids.
The other way, other way.
- 21 people injured, 4 servicemen dead, and here we sit like it didn't even happen.
- DC's gonna figure out who did this.
And when they do, it's our job to be ready.
- Rainer Boothe, the world's most elusive arms dealer.
- I want to bug him.
- Not the medallion.
- Kill the spider, all you get is the spider.
Put a listening device on him, you get the whole web.
- You made a deal with the man who went directly after Americans by bombing that beach in Turkey, Fahim Jarif.
- It's sound panic.
- It should be.
There is no mission weighed as carefully or subjected to as much scrutiny as the one we are tasked with today The targeted killing of another human being.
In this case, Fahim Jarif.
The man responsible for the Karatas Beach attack in Turkey that killed four American servicemen and wounded 21 others.
Mr.
Jarif meets all three criteria necessary to clear the threshold for lethal action.
[CALL TO PRAYER PLAYING.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
One, he poses a current and ongoing threat to both the United States and Europe.
- [SPEAKING FRENCH.]
- Two, the infeasibility of capture being a high-ranking government official, Jarif is well protected.
The Mossad has tried for years unsuccessfully to eliminate him, so has the Mujahideen.
And three, the certainty of our intelligence among the sources identifying Jarif as the mastermind is communication picked up from the bug planted on Rainer Boothe by Special Operations Group 7 under the command of Adam Dalton.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- [GIGGLES.]
- Let me be clear.
This mission is the highest of difficulty.
We have sent in the best of the best.
But we must be prepared for anything.
- - - Merci.
- Danke.
- If all goes well, our people will be in and out of Tehran in a matter of hours.
And no one will even know we were there.
[CALL TO PRAYER PLAYING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[MAN SPEAKING FARSI.]
- Where did you get a gun in Iran? - Asset that picked us up came prepared.
Where'd you get yours? - Some hotshot Special Ops guy gave it to me as a gift a few years back.
- Guy's got good taste.
- [LAUGHS.]
- How long has it been? - Oh, way too long, my friend.
So good to see you.
What about our fishing trip? I'm still waiting.
- Yes, yes, I promise.
One of these days I'm gonna take you up on your offer to see these Blue Ridge Mountains of yours.
- You remember my brother Hassan.
- Of course, Hassan.
- Great to see you again.
- [CLEARS THROAT.]
- Sergeant Jaz Khan.
- Mr.
Larijani.
Top's told us all about you.
- Top? But you're an officer now.
- Yeah, what can I say? Name stuck.
- After you, dear.
- Oh, would you stop? [SIGHS.]
- So, how long have you worked with this maniac? - Almost three years.
- CST? - That's the official title, but trust me, she's fooled guys.
She took Jimmy's spot after he retired.
- Everybody else here? - See for yourself.
- Hey.
- Hey, how's the honeymoon, you two? - Eh, ask me in a couple of hours.
- We're barely out of the airport, and she had her ring off.
- Ooh.
- Is it too late to get an annulment? - Did I hurt your feelings? - [CLEARS THROAT.]
How about you guys? Any hiccups? - Well, our customs official couldn't believe we're actually related.
I think his exact words were, "I guess you lost the genetic lottery.
" - Don't look at me, man.
I didn't say it.
I was thinking it, but I didn't say it.
[LAUGHTER.]
- Adam, you ready? - Yeah, go ahead.
Send it.
[BEEPING.]
- I'm glad you all made it.
I wish I could say the hard part is over, but we've only just begun.
Shall we run it? [KEYS CLACKING.]
Okay.
Let's start with your target.
Fahim Jarif This is the man responsible for sending that truck of explosives barreling toward you on the beach.
- The majority of Jarif's time is spent here at the luxury penthouse in the Palace Hotel.
The place is a fortress.
Takes most of his meetings there.
That's what makes him so untouchable.
On the rare occasion that he does go out, his security is handled by handpicked Iranian Special Forces headed by Qassem Javad.
Qassem is careful.
Jarif is himself paranoid.
So, you spook him, you lose him.
- The tea house for Jarif's meeting today is there, right in the heart of the city.
Now, we don't know who Jarif is meeting with, but we do know his usual table and his usual seat.
As you can see from the map and the photographs taken by Mr.
Larijani, this apartment affords a direct line of sight to Jarif's chair.
The shot's about 650 yards.
- What about the windows in the tea house? - They will be open.
And if they are closed for some reason, the glass is only 5/16 of an inch thick.
- We can handle that.
- At T-plus 60 minutes, Dalton, you and Jaz should be at the airport.
Preach, you will be on the train to Istanbul.
Amir and McGuire, you will go back to the Koswar hotel and wait for Hossein to take you out by land.
That puts total running time on target at 187 minutes.
[SIGHS.]
Are there any questions? This is Iran we're talking about.
There are Revolutionary Guards on every street.
This is a government that has been burning our flag since 1979.
If you get captured, you will not be recognized by the American government.
You will be on your own.
So I ask again, are there any questions? - Yeah, I have one.
Don't you guys think I could look like McGuire's brother? - Oh, dear God.
- No.
- Seriously, like, his younger, more sophisticated brother? - No Director? Go ahead, start the clock.
- Time is mark one.
Jarif should be leaving the penthouse in five minutes.
Dalton, McG, you're up first.
- Godspeed, Captain.
- You work with women now? - [CHUCKLES.]
I work with whoever gets the job done, okay? Hossein, I never took you for a chauvinist.
- Not a chauvinist.
Just a man who lost his daughter to those animals, and I know what they would do to her.
- I understand that, but I'll tell you this.
They need to be a little more worried about what she can do to them.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[MAN SPEAKING FARSI ON TELEVISION.]
- All right, we got eyes on the vehicle.
And there's Jarif.
All right, everybody, look sharp.
- Jarif's on the move.
- Acknowledged.
- Acknowledged.
- Time? - 13:20.
- We just made a right on to Valiasr Street.
Guess that puts us about five blocks out.
- Jarif's men will pull up and deploy.
Dalton, make sure you stay outside of that ring, okay? Two blocks minimum.
- Yeah, roger that.
We're slowing now.
Amir, should have eyes on that vehicle any second.
All right, Amir, you got him? Amir, do you have him? [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
- Vehicle's in sight.
Positive contact on Jarif.
- Your range is 642.
Your hold is two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
[DOOR OPENS.]
- He's inside.
He's heading to his table.
- Your hold is two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Wind unchanged.
[MAN SPEAKING FARSI.]
- Hold on.
Some party official just recognized him.
Stand by.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
He's asking him for some favor.
- All right, nothing changes.
All right? No reason to lose our cool.
Jaz? - He sits down he's never getting back up again.
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
- Looks like Qassem's finally doing his job.
We're clear.
- One more step.
- Your hold is two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
Two minutes left.
- All clear.
Jarif is leaving.
I repeat, Jarif is leaving.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- Come on! - Dalton, abort.
I repeat, abort.
Proceed with exfil plan Alpha.
- Let's head to another floor.
- Why? - So I can get a shot on him before he gets back to his car.
- [BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- Dalton, you have got to get out of there.
- Okay, Command, stand by.
Break.
Somebody's got to let me know what's happening right now.
- Somebody talk to me.
- I don't know.
Something spooked him.
He's leaving, and we're getting ready to follow.
- Negative.
Negative, all right? He's already paranoid as it is.
I don't want anyone risking their life when we don't have a chance.
Jaz, that means you.
Jaz.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- Okay, your range is 622.
Hold.
Two minutes to the left.
[GUNSHOT.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- Jaz, what the hell was that? - I missed it.
I missed my shot.
There was a kid.
I had to pull up.
- Dalton, this mission is officially aborted.
The clock is ticking on your exfil.
- I'm not gonna lie, Top.
This one really hurts.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
- Top, we never figured out who Jarif was supposed to meet, right? - Affirmative.
Why? - Because I think I'm looking at her right now.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
- Men like Jarif don't do business with women.
- Mm-mm.
- Unless she's a courier for a man someone who can't risk meeting him in public.
- Maybe, but is it worth risking our team to find out? - Check Amir's bodycam, see if we can get facial recognition.
Dalton, delay on the exfil.
The woman is in play.
- She's heading towards you.
She's in red with a black scarf.
- Copy that.
[ENGINE TURNING OVER.]
Okay, all right.
Circle the block.
Amir, don't follow, all right? We're gonna pick up the tail on the other side of the alley.
- She's heading towards you.
Maybe 15 meters.
- That's Aida Hareb, sister of Nasser Hareb.
- Mastermind behind the two biggest suicide attacks - on American troops in Iraq.
- That's the one.
Okay, Dalton, That's Nasser Hareb's sister.
She is definitely who Jarif was meeting with.
See if she can lead us back to him.
- She's rabbiting.
She's rabbiting! - No, no, I got her.
- She ducked into the building.
Top's after her.
- All right, McG.
I want you to cover that alley.
Preach, Jaz, rendezvous on him.
Amir, Hossein, I want you to lock down the exits.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
All right, second level.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Third level.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
All right, going in.
Aida Hareb! - Oh, no, no, no.
She bit down on a suicide cap.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no! - [GROANS, GASPING.]
No, no, no, no! You don't get to do that! Spit it out.
Spit it out! - [SPITS.]
- Oh! - Death to you all.
[GROANS.]
[GASPING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
Clear.
- So how much longer on those new exfil routes? - Five minutes or less.
We have no indication that anyone is aware of your presence.
We're optimistic we can get you out safely.
- Hey, we have her phone and Jarif's number.
That's something.
- Jarif's number is meaningless.
It will change in an hour.
I'm sorry, Top.
I don't know how she made me.
- It doesn't matter.
We can't control that.
You guys want to tell me what the hell just happened out there? - I tried to get a different shot.
- Did we plan for that? - No.
But I saw an opportunity, so I took it.
- You do not ever ever go off book.
- Top, we improvise all the time.
That's what we do.
- No, I improvise.
You stick to the plan.
Period.
Done.
You guys think that we have the same wiggle room in Tehran that we have in Paris or Mongolia? - [SCOFFS.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- Oh, and I'll just leave out the part where you almost dropped a kid.
- Top's right.
We got a little carried away.
It won't happen again.
[CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
- Incoming text on Aida's phone.
Number's unidentified, but the texts says - "Sorry I couldn't make it.
Something came up.
" - It has to be Jarif.
- Because Jarif doesn't know Aida is dead.
- Compose your response.
- What are you thinking? - Jarif doesn't know we're onto him.
If we can draw him out into another meeting - Then we can finish what we started.
- Okay, there doesn't seem to be any sort of code.
- She would be deferential.
- Uh-huh.
- Try, "Perhaps tomorrow is better.
" [CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
- [SIGHS.]
[CELL PHONE CHIMES.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING.]
- All right, Command, I'm gonna have Jaz answer the phone.
We got one shot at this.
I need you to give her everything you've got on Aida in her other ear.
- Dalton, give us two rings.
[RINGING CONTINUES.]
- Lebanese accent.
- Uh-huh.
[SNIFFS.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
[KEYS CLACKING RAPIDLY.]
- Three days ago, 10:13 flight out of Cairo.
- Best guess is Aida last saw her brother four months ago in Cyprus.
She should suggest an alternative.
- She can't.
- Jarif will spook.
- Well, it was a nice try, at least.
What? - This is crazy.
- It's only crazy if Jarif has met her before.
If not, it's a calculated risk, and it's Dalton's risk to take.
Put Sergeant Khan's picture up there.
What do you think? - [SIGHS.]
I think with tactical makeup, it could be done, but it shouldn't be done.
- Opinion noted.
Noah? - Okay, I'm doing a deep dive here.
Aida and Jarif have never met.
Aida's digital footprint is small, so we can swap in Jaz's photo, monitor the sites, see if Jarif checks up on her.
- Do it.
All right, Dalton, in answer to your question, yes, we do believe that Jaz could pass as Aida.
Let me know what you decide to do.
- All right, so how long until the poison takes effect? - Once ingested, five minutes.
- So that means once you're sure that he's taken it, you got to make up some kind of excuse to get out of there.
- Well, it's gonna look like he's having a heart attack.
- So, even if she's there - No, it doesn't matter.
If she's there when it happens, they're gonna hold her.
Amir, what are you thinking? - I think it could work.
The cultural bias is real.
It will never occur to Jarif or anyone else that Aida is a threat.
- We sure as hell didn't come all this way to go home knowing that this son of a bitch is still breathing air.
- Preach? - Well, what I like about the plan is that Jarif's own place is the one place he'll feel most secure.
- Give us a second.
Look, I know what we just talked about over there.
But I don't want that affecting your decision in any way.
You don't have a damn thing to prove to me.
We don't have to run this mission.
And as far as I'm concerned, we can walk out of here with our heads held high.
In fact, we probably should.
- When that truck was coming towards us on the beach that day what was going through your mind? - [SIGHS.]
I was pissed.
He attacked soldiers.
That's one thing.
- He'd come after the kids.
- Yeah.
We got lucky that day.
- Yeah, we did.
- The next people might not be so lucky.
Let's make sure there are no next people.
- Yeah? - Hell, yeah.
- All right, Command, she's going in.
- Can't let Jaz walk in there alone.
I can't go in there.
I'm gonna get made in a heartbeat Preach too.
So you two guys need to set up positions in the lobby, all right? We'll call it a business meeting between you two and Hossein right here.
- Adam there's no way to get guns in there.
- I realize that.
- So we're going in naked? - Anything goes sideways, you find a guard, any guard, and you make them your holster.
- That's an order I can get behind.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- The human brain uses 50 key points to identify a face.
The purpose of tactical makeup is not to turn someone into a twin, but rather to manipulate those points so that the brain perceiving it the one who a person expects to see is the one who a person sees.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Do your daughters know you can do this? - Absolutely not.
I let them blunder through their adolescence all on their own.
- Hey anything goes wrong, you improvise.
[WAND BEEPING, MAN SPEAKING FARSI.]
- [SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- Hareb.
Mr.
Jarif is expecting me.
- May I see your identification, please? [ALL SPEAKING FARSI.]
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
These gentlemen will show you to the elevator.
- [SPEAKING FARSI.]
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
[BUTTON BEEPS.]
- Okay, she's in.
- I hate this, Preach.
I hate this sitting here.
I hate this more than they can ever know.
- Yeah, so do we, when it's you out there risking everything, but we have faith in you.
So might as well have some faith in Jaz.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
- Aida - Of course.
Sit, please.
Make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you for receiving me.
My brother, he speaks of you often.
- Mm.
And when did you see him last? - Must be maybe four months ago in Cyprus.
- Mm-hmm.
- And you? - Oh, it must be, what, uh - three years now? - Hmm.
- Wait.
There's something very wrong here.
[SPEAKING FARSI.]
- [LAUGHS.]
- We don't have our tea.
- [SIGHS.]
[WOMEN SIGH.]
- You must have a beautiful view.
- I do, although I don't look at it often.
Tehran prospers, despite the endless sanctions.
- How much sugar do you like? - My doctor says I shouldn't have any.
- I hate doctors.
- Yeah, so do I.
- As I was saying, my brother is a great admirer of your work.
He thinks of you as a hero.
He's inspired by what you do.
- Your brother is the inspiration.
I fear this this war will go longer than any of us would like.
And it's not just fought on the battlefield.
It is fought on the Internet, in the media.
This is a war for hearts, for souls.
- It is one we must win.
Jasmine.
My favorite.
- Mine too.
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING.]
- Incoming call? From who? [KEYS CLACKING.]
- Aida's brother.
- [SIGHS.]
[RINGING AND VIBRATING CONTINUE.]
- It's Nasser.
Did you tell him we're meeting? - Aren't you going to answer it? - No.
I'll do it later, of course, when I leave.
- And worry him unnecessarily? I don't mind.
[JAZ AND JARIF STRUGGLING.]
- You're devout.
If you get killed by a woman, you don't go to Heaven, right? [JARIF GRUNTS.]
- Well, guess what, Jarif those aren't the pearly gates - you're seeing.
- [NECK SNAPS.]
[PANTING.]
Top, remember what you said about improvising? Time to improvise.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
- All right, Jarif's dead.
I didn't get to use the poison, though.
Okay, I think I may be able to get out of here, but I might need some help.
- All right, McG, Amir, I need you each to take a stairwell, okay? I'm gonna need you you to create a pathway.
Hossein, you're gonna be our eyes in the lobby, all right? You tell us who's where.
Command, you tell us when the alarm goes up and be ready to get us out of the area when it does.
All right, Jaz, you got help in both stairwells.
Stay cool.
Work your way down.
Stay out of the elevator.
- Miss Hareb.
You need a key card even to go down.
[BOTH SPEAKING FARSI.]
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
- [BREATHES DEEPLY.]
[SHOUTS IN FARSI.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO.]
- They know.
- [SHOUTING IN FARSI.]
All speaking Farsi.]
[BEEPING.]
- That's it.
The call just went out.
Dalton, you have got to get out of there fast.
The whole city's about to rain down on you.
- Negative.
We're getting Jaz out.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[BEEPING.]
- All right, I'm on the fifth floor.
I'm heading to the south stairwell.
- 20 seconds.
- Okay.
Who's who's got the south? [NECK SNAPS.]
- I'm on the third floor.
She's clear to four.
I got to stash this guy, and there's more on their way, all right? - Okay, Jaz, we're gonna checkerboard you to the lobby.
We'll pick you up at the south exit.
- Copy that.
All right.
- Jaz, you have three coming to you right now.
You're clear, but you have to move fast.
Amir, she's coming to you.
- Copy.
- All right.
- Amir, Jaz, two pastaran coming up from the lobby.
Jaz, exit at the second floor.
- Okay, Amir, McG, good job.
Fall back to the lobby.
We're gonna find Jaz an exit.
- Dalton, there's an alley on the west side behind the hotel there are three doors leading to it from the lobby.
[MEN SHOUTING IN FARSI.]
- Top, there is no way she can make it out through the lobby.
[MEN SHOUTING IN FARSI.]
- I recommend that McGuire and Amir exit while they still can.
As for Jaz, we'll have to find another way to get her to the alley.
- I don't need the lobby.
I'm gonna come out through the window.
- No, Jaz, you're not.
That's crazy.
- It's what you would do.
Okay, I'm looking at a plate-glass window that faces the alley.
I'll be there in 60 seconds.
Please don't keep me waiting, 'cause I'll probably have a broken leg.
- Okay, okay, all right.
We're on our way.
McG, Amir, Hossein, stand by.
If you don't hear from us in five, we're gonna rally back at the safe house.
Let's go get her.
- 20 seconds.
- Okay, stop up here.
- Ten seconds.
Whoo, this is gonna hurt.
[MAN AND JAZ STRUGGLING.]
- Adam, they got her.
I say again, they have Jaz.
- [SCREAMS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]