Previously on The Unit:
Mark Granger. You're a reporter for Washington Tribune.
We' re gonna take you home. Where exactly is this T1 line?
They deserve our help. Damn it.
- Get a chest tube in me. - Who's the doctor here?
He's unconscious. Scapula's broken up.
- Could've cut artery. - The package is secure.
- We did it again. - All right, let's go.
Sniper.
Get us out of here!
More shooters. Out of guns. We're not gonna be able to shake them.
- Reloading. - I gotta get out of here.
You talk, I will put a hood over your head and strap it tight. You got that?
Give me a hand grenade.
The next time we turn, I want you to shoot to the left side of that truck.
I want them to see tracers.
Force them wide right.
Hector?
Betty Blue, Hammerhead is gone.
Hammerhead is dead. You're gonna have to save yourself now.
Breathe, breathe.
Keep your heart rate down.
Lift your feet up. Why is that?
Face is red, raise the head. Face is pale, raise the tail.
- All right, what does that mean? - Keep the blood in my brain or I'll die.
Now you're thinking. What's your mission?
Stay alive, Top.
Dog Patch 06, this is Snake Doctor. Status report.
Send your reports.
One-Kilo-India-Alpha, Hammerhead.
Whiskey-India-Alpha, Betty Blue.
Three okay.
Snake Doctor, say again. Casualties, over.
I say again.
Hammerhead down.
Sgt. Medawar, alert Graves Registration.
- Pull the file on Sgt. Hector Williams. - Right away.
We are exfilling to the secondary extraction site.
Confirm the beats.
Snake Doctor, do you have the precious cargo?
Affirmative.
Amigo, you know that we did not rescue you out of the kindness of our hearts.
What do you want?
You interviewed Abu Saeef, The Butcher.
- Four months ago. - His location?
I don't remember.
You're a journalist. You're paid to remember things.
I don't know.
You see this man? Look at him.
He died for you. And I kind of liked him.
And it's The Butcher's people that did this.
Now, I'm gonna ask you one more time.
What is the location of The Butcher?
They drove me to a building...
...10 minutes from the Commodore, up a steep hill, then it got flat.
I heard airplanes right above us.
How close?
Ten minutes from his hotel puts us in this radius.
Planes approach airport along this path.
The only hill with a direct line from the approach is here.
And a plateau, here.
That's where The Butcher was four months ago.
- That's where he is now. - We checked with NSA.
There's chatter. We have a voice signature.
And a possible visual. Here.
Flank positions, let's go.
You're on the flank.
The Butcher's 14 klicks out from here.
Your job's done. Return to base. I'm sending in the Bravo team.
- They'll clean up The Butcher. - No.
This is either a job for a thousand men or one.
Snake Doctor?
Get him back.
There's no response.
A Mr. Sack, sir. From the White House.
Which line?
Everybody out.
I just lost a man on your mission.
We have a problem. It's bigger than one man.
- Is that so? - This mission was covert.
Black in, black out. Your team screwed up.
That was old plan. Welcome to the new.
UPI is going with the story that American forces rescued a hostage in Beirut.
The White House denies American forces were involved...
...because we weren't involved.
Do you read me?
Your team needs to be out of Beirut now.
Get them aboard.
Let's go. Move it. Move it.
Yes, sir.
Got the location of The Butcher.
- Let's go get him. - No. Get in the boat.
- You can't go there alone. - One man.
- I won't tell your wife I've lost another. - Want me to tell your wife?
- Your wife is tougher than my wife. - Get in.
I'll see you in Cyprus.
- American? - Citizen of the world.
My password is Salma.
- That's not today's password. - It's my password.
- And what does it mean? - Beautiful woman.
What took you so long?
You know, I wasn't going to kill you up until right now.
I have something your boss wants.
How did we get here, buddy?
If we'd left from the south exit...
...we could have covered the rooftops for snipers.
Reflanked the truck.
Don't bother. It's not worth the time.
I don't want any toe-taggers touching his body.
One of your men never showed. Jonas Blane.
- Is that so? - Here's how I square it.
- Either you lied or your man's gone rogue. - These are my choices?
- Did you order your men back in? - I did.
- You didn't tell me. - Operational security.
- I have A16 clearance. - You must be happy.
- I have the clearance. - Know the mission, rescue the hostage.
- See if he could lead us to The Butcher. - Get this Blane out.
Lost radio contact.
- How is that possible? - I told him to shoot the radio.
I told you I'm not wearing a saddle, so stay off my ass.
- You got loose ends. - What might those be?
The journalist. Your little secret operation's gonna end up on CNN.
I've got a checkrein on it.
President's going on national television to announce his Mideast peace accord.
He calls it his legacy.
So if you can't change our reporter's mind...
...the saddle's going on.
- You're wounded. - It's not my blood.
- How is he? - Somebody did some heroic field surgery.
A bullet that close to his artery. Which one of you?
Your friend's gonna make it.
He's in pain but stable enough to be medevaced home.
You look like a rock star.
I'm drugged up, strung out.
Looks good on you, dude.
They're gonna medevac you.
- Where's Hector? - He's right behind you.
Then I'm staying.
Look, we're gonna get you home.
Hector's on his way.
There's a concern about loose ends.
I understand what I have to do, colonel.
The journalist was not rescued by Americans.
- No, sir. - Tell me what you need.
He's been Stockholmed. Thinks we're the bad guys.
I need a couple days to put his head back.
Eighteen hours he's being fed to a press conference.
If we can't break him down?
Mack will stay with Williams' body, get it cleaned.
We're running Play 16.
Roger that.
- Colonel, any word from Snake Doctor? - No.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I do something for you.
You do something for me. And I need your help.
No, I'm not doing anything for you.
I'm an American. And I'm a journalist.
I've got rights. You can't hold me!
Nobody knows you're here.
As far as the world knows, you're dead inside prison or dead in a ditch.
There's gonna be a press conference.
We need you to say that there were no Americans involved in your rescue.
- No, no, I'm not gonna lie. - We saved your life. One man died.
No, I did not ask you to come in and kick doors and shoot innocent people.
- Your captors were gonna kill you. - They told me they wouldn't.
They lied. They killed 11 hostages. They are terrorists.
Maybe you think The Butcher is a misunderstood man.
But let me tell you something. He kills Americans.
I got pictures. You wanna see them?
Four months in that prison, man. I know they tortured you.
I know it. I've been tortured. I know what that's like.
They forced you to say things, to believe things. I get it.
And now... And now you want me to lie.
No. No, I want you to understand the stakes...
...to which you expose us and the next American in trouble.
The next Granger that we are tasked with getting out.
I tell the truth.
- You're a journalist. - That's right.
Tell me. Have you ever had to slant a story in order to get to a deeper truth?
- No. - You're a liar.
- You lost weight. - You just never saw me in this shirt.
You somehow have gotten uglier.
- Want me to shoot him? - Mm-mm.
Give him back his guns.
And these guns, made in America.
Long way from home.
I need your help.
- And what are you offering? - The Butcher's head.
The Butcher can't be found.
And yet I did it.
I'm half blind and rolling in money.
I am the enemy of your enemy.
And thus I call you friend.
- You want your friend to do dirty work. - No.
I do your dirty work.
And what's your plan?
- A bomb? - No.
I need a garage, welding supplies, and a few of your men.
And...?
When I'm done, you can drag The Butcher through the streets.
Grey's stable but he's still in a lot of pain.
He's landing at 1700.
- When can we see him? - He'll be out in a week.
- And Hector? - You all know the drill.
And I thank you all for your help.
I don't think I'm the best person.
These are the orders.
- Hector's family? - I gave his parents your address.
They're gonna come by and collect Hector's key.
- I'll tell Annie. - How close were they?
- He wanted to marry her. - She know what his work was?
She was ex-Army, two tours.
She didn't hear the words, but she knew.
Annie, I've...
I have news about Hector.
Bad news.
Annie, he's gone.
Well, I'm sorry, Tiffy.
- You're sorry? - Yeah, you knew him for years.
He was just a guy I met.
He was in love with you.
Yeah, well, not me.
Never fall in love with a soldier.
Especially one pretending to be a logistics clerk.
- That was my rule. - That's a good rule.
- Um, what happened? - They'll never tell us.
And you're okay with that?
- I'm getting used to it. - Yeah? Well, not me.
You know what I liked about Hector? That he was...
- That he was a straight shooter. - Right from the heart.
- You want a tequila shot? - Yeah.
Sorry.
That's water, baby.
That's water. Come on.
Sergeant, I'm the ME, Captain Bowen.
Let's see what we got here.
This is your buddy's chest cavity.
Got a foreign object right here. A bullet.
- You were there when it was fired? - Yes, sir.
With your permission, I need to handle the body.
Looks like it came through the neck here, snapping the cerebral cortex.
He wouldn't have felt anything.
Then into the chest cavity where it lodged here.
That's what we figured.
Downward angle through here.
A sniper.
- I'm gonna need the bullet. - Of course.
What's the cover story?
Play 16.
I'll issue the death certificate, and we'll prepare the remains for burial.
No traces of Beirut on the body.
We'll take care of him, sergeant, with respect and reverence.
I'll stay.
That's not necessary.
Thank you, sir. I'll stay.
That's not the truth.
- Do you want people to hear the facts? - That's right. Facts.
You held a gun to an American soldier's head.
That's a fact.
You pulled the trigger. How's that for a creative headline?
The gun wasn't loaded.
You didn't know that.
You have one of our secrets and we have one of yours.
You wanna trade?
Those are his personal bodyguards.
- That would indicate that he's in there. - He's inside.
I can get you close to it.
Slowly.
Slowly works.
All except the slow part.
There's a lot of men.
There's more inside.
They will die for him.
You turning shy?
Revenge is a dangerous thing, my friend.
And I will not send my man to die for another man's anger.
I'll go in first. If you don't like what you see, turn around and go home.
You are serious?
This mongrel sold you out to The Butcher.
- What do you suggest I do to him? - He's your problem.
He gave you up.
It's not safe to go.
He'll have more security.
Because of this mongrel...
...The Butcher will now expect you and kill you.
I'm still going.
He's your problem, not mine.
Here's how I solve my problems.
Now he's someone else's problem.
Granger.
Granger, what are you doing? Give me that.
What is this?
You're a murderer.
You publish these words, they'll kill people.
They'd get me killed and you killed.
- You gave me your word. - I didn't give you anything.
- I don't have anything to give. - Make sense of this.
There are people ready to declare you an enemy combatant right now...
...just to shut you up, do you wanna vanish?
- You're threatening me. - I'm not threatening you.
I'm the only friend you got. But I'm losing my patience.
Then I want something.
If I'm gonna chuck my journalism degree, I want something.
- What? - The guy who died...
- Your friend. - Be very careful.
Who was he?
What was he like?
You don't deserve it.
You're not worthy of knowing his name.
Something, please, to make this real.
Please?
White House?
NSC.
It was my mission, the oversight.
So I feel connected to you and your colleague, Sgt. Williams.
You want water?
Ice cubes? Anything?
- So you caught a bullet, huh? - Yes, sir.
I just wanted to drop by in person to offer our thanks.
But I'm not here.
Just as you weren't there.
I need to make sure we're all on the same page.
What page is that again?
You were there. And you took the hit.
Your friend took the hit.
We're a team from the top down. Wanna make sure we've got it straight.
Got it straight?
That none of it occurred.
You mean my friend?
Hector Williams?
Who was a good soldier? None of that occurred?
Easy enough, right?
I'm looking for the senior chaplain.
I'm a chaplain. Not the senior one.
Will the senior chaplain be back?
There's a war happening. That's where he is.
Col. Ryan's command issued a request for the chapel for Thursday at 1200 hours.
He authorized me to have the paperwork.
Please.
"The deceased was with the 303rd Logistics."
Sgt. Hector Williams.
- You're related to the deceased? - No.
He worked with my husband.
- The body will be sent to his hometown. - Yes.
His family elected to bury him in a family plot.
- He could be buried at Arlington. - Yes.
We'd like to do the memorial service for the Unit here.
We're doing a group memorial in two weeks.
I'm sorry. Did you say group memorial?
It's Army policy, we're short-staffed...
...and this is our 63rd memorial service so far this year.
Wanna look for a date, that's what's available.
No.
We're authorized for a memorial service.
Col. Ryan can confirm that. If you want me to call him-
No, ma'am.
The last thing I need to do is bother a colonel.
As far as getting the chapel ready, I'll do what I can.
We ran out of candles two months ago. I don't even have a budget for Windex.
I'm sorry for your loss, but my staff is me.
Your staff just doubled.
So at this press conference...
...what do you want me to say?
What did Jesus say to the Revlon lady?
Don't talk to me about nails.
You're a writer.
Make up a daring escape. Write your ticket.
You're the hero. That's what you want?
No.
What I wanted...
...was to show the people the tragedy happening there.
Well, the truth is talk shows...
...and lecture circuits and a million dollar book deal.
Think about it, you didn't become a priest. You became a journalist.
A man escapes from a half a dozen armed guards.
People wanna hear that story.
You tell that story and people listen to that man...
...if he wants to talk about Lebanon.
I plan to press disciplinary actions.
You were up there?
- Checking his cover story. - And why?
- To make sure- - What? He held his water?
That's right.
What do you got in your pockets? Empty them out.
- You kidding? - No, empty them.
- Where's your body bag? - I don't have a body bag.
Each soldier in the Unit carries their body bag.
Until you carry one, you don't deserve to talk to my men about their code.
They signed on to not exist. For them, there is no legacy.
These men die for each other. Not for you or for your boss.
These men are warriors.
You think you need to remind them about their codes of silence?
They answer to a higher code, friend.
Let's keep this meeting on point. Your man attacked me.
A seriously wounded man on his back attacked you?
Yes.
Well, he may have dinged your ear, but I'll break your jaw.
Now get the hell off my base.
Hello, Butcher.
Come on down.
We'll take The Butcher and you.
- We had an understanding. - Things change.
You owe me for Tripoli.
The Butcher's death will even the debt.
Your last act on Earth will be to see your enemy die.
He murdered my friend.
Let me have the honor of killing him.
No.
He's right.
One last gift.
Imagine...
...how this will play all over the world.
Get back. Get back.
Get back now.
We got a boat to catch.
Hey.
Got your message.
I just got all these things going on in my head.
Me too.
I didn't know where else to go but here.
You were with him.
He just kept telling me I'd make it.
And we talked about you.
You know, he was crazy about you.
Me too about him.
I just needed to say that to somebody.
Hey, he knew.
- Look, I need your help. - Anything.
- Can you help me get out of here? - No way.
- You were a medic. - Yeah, do no harm to others.
You broke your scapula and have internal bleeding.
- Take these out- - You'll need that for pain.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Hey, look at me.
Where exactly do you think you're going?
Hector's parents are here, at the apartment.
- For how long? - I don't know.
But they're packing up his things. I need to see them. I promised him.
Good morning.
Mrs. Brown, your service isn't for two days.
I know, I bought supplies for your other services.
Flowers, candles, Windex.
You bought those?
Yeah, Mrs. Brown...
...I held a sunrise service in the woods this morning for 19 Wiccans.
AII Army.
Now, that's my job. Serve all faiths.
Why are you doing this?
I want it to be a good service for all of them.
Well, then you're a good woman.
No, I'm not good.
Every time my husband goes on a mission, I pray.
- That's good. - No.
I pray that if someone has to die...
...that it won't be him.
If someone dies...
...I feel relieved for my baby, for my family...
...that it wasn't him.
This time...
...God answered my prayer with one of my husband's friends.
God answered my prayer.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams, I'm Charles Grey.
- You were Hector's best friend. - Yes, sir.
- And we shared this apartment. - I'm sorry.
- We just wanted to get his things. - No, no, ma'am, I understand.
Do you want to sit down, son?
No, sir. Not quite yet.
- You were wounded. - Yes, ma'am.
With my son?
Yes, sir.
- They didn't tell us. - No, they wouldn't.
Look, I wanted to see you personally.
I promised Hector I would.
I know he'd have done the same for me.
Thank you.
I made a pot of coffee.
I'd love that.
You were with Hector when he died?
Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
There are things that I can't tell you. And I'm not going to lie to you.
I don't need the details.
Just the essence.
The essence, sir, is...
Your son saved my life.
We captured The Butcher.
Killed?
Captured.
It was our mission, just like saving you.
That thing that didn't happen.
You remember that?
That's right.
No, as I mentioned before, we're not privy to that information. Sorry.
You ready? The press is just on the other side.
Coming in in a moment. He's in good health.
He liked ice in his beer.
The man who died, my friend.
He liked ice in his beer.
There he is. There he is. Mark Granger.
Mr. Granger.
Mr. Granger. Over here.
As his commanding officer, I need you to sign this form, releasing his body.
It's been an honor.
He's awfully pretty.
Always was.
Time to go home, Hector.
Detail, attention!
Present arms!
Quarter arms!
You brought him home.
That's a sacred duty.
Well done.
I knew you'd go back.
You played me.
I know you.
Not going back wasn't an option.
He was like a brother to me, colonel.
Thanks for coming.
Makes a lot of stuff seem unimportant.
Do Unit citations go flush or above?
Flush with the pocket seam.
And are you going to put his regimental insignia on his uniform?
Yes.
And where's his home regiment?
Eighteenth Infantry.
In all things prepared.
No medals, right?
Ribbons, yes. Medal, no.
He has a Silver and Bronze Star.
No Purple Heart.
And he'll be getting another Purple Heart?
His parents will.
What are you doing?
Spit-shining jump boots.
You shouldn't spit.
I need to see myself in them.
When are we going to tell her?
...for months in war-torn Lebanon.
Mark, you escaped single-handedly.
You got yourself out of Beirut.
How does it feel to be an instant hero?
I'm not.
There's talk of a book. Maybe even a movie deal.
- How does it all make you feel? - Lucky, very lucky.
But being a prisoner for so long gave me a lot of time to think about...
That's good enough.
Not yet, it's not.
Hey.
Came to get my dress uniform.
Oh.
I moved it.
You being here without an MP could get you fired.
Guess I'm counting on you not to turn me in.
Tiffy.
Shh.
Quiet.
I need you to get this in Hector Williams' hometown newspaper.
"First Class Sergeant Hector Williams...
...was transporting documents across an airfield in Turkey...
...when an unexploded ordnance blew up, rolling his jeep.
He died instantly.
Three hundred and third Logistics Unit, Fort Griffith Command...
...expresses their condolences."
His whole life he's been defending his country...
...and at the end, that's what he's gonna get?
That's play 16.
Run it.
And what greater love hath any man...
...but to give his life for his brothers.
Amen.
Blane.
Here, sir.
Gerhardt.
Here, sir.
- Grey. - Here, sir.
Brown.
Here, sir.
Williams.
Sergeant Williams.
"Sergeant First Class Hector Williams.
Born November 16, 1976.
Oldest son of George and Carol Williams."
Killed in action.