Protect the homeland.
bin Laden is the one who keeps telling them to attack the homeland!
If it wasn't for him,
al-Qaeda would still be focused on overseas targets.
If you really want to protect the homeland,
you need to get bin Laden.
This guy never met bin Laden!
This guy's a freelancer working off the fucking Internet.
No one's even talked to bin Laden in four years.
He's out of the game.
He may well even be dead.
He might as well be fucking dead.
But you know what you're doing? You're chasing a ghost
while the whole fucking network grows all around you!
You just want me to nail some low-level Mullah-crack-a-dulla,
so you can check that box on your résumé that says
while you were in Pakistan, you got a real terrorist!
But the truth is, you don't understand Pakistan!
And you don't know al-Qaeda!
Either give me the team I need to follow this lead,
or the other thing you're gonna have on your résumé
is being the first station chief
to be called before a Congressional committee
for subverting the efforts
to capture or kill bin Laden!
You're fucking out of your mind.
I need four techs in a safe house in Rawalpindi,
four techs in a safe house in Peshawar.
Either send them out, or send me back to D.C.
and explain to the director why you did it.
I've been looking for you.
More importantly, he's been looking for you.
Yesterday, your caller bought himself a cell phone.
And every time his phone rings, this phone will ring.
Did I hook you up?
Did I? Oh, my God!
I love you!
My guess is that he lives close
to where he's making the calls.
And it makes sense he'd be living in Rawalpindi,
because there's an Al Jazeera office there.
It'd be convenient for him to drop the tapes off
if he's messengering either from bin Laden or through an intermediary.
So when he wants to make a call,
he leaves the house, walks a few blocks,
then switches on the phone.
We need to keep canvassing the neighborhood until we find him.
We got a shooter.
We're blocked.
Let me talk to them.
They said white faces don't belong here.
If they don't move, shoot them.
He still on?
He's east of us. Try the market.
Okay, heading east.
Fuck.
We got a signal on Tipu Road for 10 minutes.
Then he went to Umar Road for five minutes.
Nogaza Road.
Darya Abad, that's in the Umar Road area.
In Rawalpindi, Haider Road.
Roomi Road.
He went to the Convoy Road, which is near the hospital.
- All right? Mmm-hmm.
So that's Haider,
Roomi Road, Said, Nogaza, Taimur.
He made a call from Haifa Street.
That's the spice district.
Lahore Street, which is also in Pesh, 30 minutes.
Wazir Bagh Road, five.
Nishter Abad, five.
Phandu Road, five minutes.
The Grand Trunk Road, 45 seconds.
There's no pattern.
Sometimes he calls every two weeks, sometimes every three.
There's no consistency.
I can't predict
when he's gonna make another call
'cause the guy's erratic.
Right there! Back up!
Meanwhile, our chief foreign correspondent
Richard Engel confirms
the CIA's top spy in Pakistan has been pulled out of there.
He's been receiving death threats after being named
publicly in a lawsuit by the family
of a victim of a US drone attack.
Richard Engel quotes a senior intelligence official
as saying the officer is returning to the U.S.
after the decision was made the terrorist threats against him, in Pakistan,
were of such a serious nature, it would not be smart not to act.
ISI fucked you.
I'm so sorry, Joseph.
Still on tower three.
Five.
Signal getting stronger.
Ten. Fifteen.
Keep going.
Twenty. Fifteen. Ten.
Signal's getting weaker.
We lost him. No signal.
Heading south.
He's up at five again.
Fifteen. Twenty.
He's moving fast.
He's in a vehicle.
Weaker now. He's shifted.
We're back to five.
He's close by here somewhere.
I don't get it.
He's driving in circles.
No change? No.
Now let's hope he comes back around.
Okay.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Forty.
Fifty.
We're within 10 meters of him.
Back to 40.
He's here somewhere.
Look at the cars. Look at the cars. He's in a vehicle.
The guy with the phone in the white car.
You see him?
Is that him?
Could be. You got him?
Got him. Okay, I'm breaking off.
The guy you've been looking for, geolocated, on his cell phone
in his white car.
Thank you.
If you're right,
the whole world's gonna want in on this.
So you got to stick to your guns now.
Okay. No, it's great to speak to you, too.
I'm amazed that you're still here.
No, I can do, um...
Let me have a look.
Um, why don't we say 1:30.
Yeah.
Uh, can you just hold the line, please?
I need a picket line along the GT highway
and men spaced at intervals along the road and at every exit.
Maya, I know.
So you agree with me now, this is important.
No, I've just learned from my predecessor
that life is better when I don't disagree with you.
Our current hypothesis is that he lives
somewhere along the highway, in one of the towns,
or a medium-sized city called Abbottabad, or up near Kashmir.
Kashmir's interesting because it's a way station for the Tribals.
Abbottabad is interesting because we know
from detainee reporting that Abu Faraj stayed there briefly in 2003.
The good news is he's driving a white SUV.
SUVs are actually pretty rare in Pakistan.
If he was driving a sedan or a compact, we'd be fucked.
Obviously, this assumes he doesn't change vehicles.
Good morning.
Good morning, Amad.
Any American in Pakistan is a target.
They don't necessarily know I'm CIA.
Doesn't matter.
You're on a list.
Yeah.
And you of all people should know that
once you're on their list, you never get off.
Next time, there may not be bulletproof glass to save you.
We'll keep up on the surveillance as best we can.
The high-res version. Can you get closer than that?
Yeah, we can up-res this image.
Even more? Yeah, do that.
Make a PDF, e-mail it to me, cc George. Okay, that's good.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
I'll take that. Thank you very much.
Take that to her. You got it.
You could clean that audio as well. Just take the low end out.
Hey.
All right. So tell me how I'm doing so far.
Basically, we got a guy who rolled with al-Qaeda
and did services for him. Mmm-hmm.
We lost him for seven years.
Now we find him again, and, boy, does he have a really nice house.
Is that it?
Pretty much.
All right, let's go talk to the boss.
Oh, you, uh... You should sit back there.
Sorry. No.
So, they're gonna ask if bin Laden is at the end of this rainbow,
is the Pak military with him?
The question isn't, "Are the Paks protecting bin Laden?"
The question is, "Would he allow himself to be protected by the Paks?"
I mean, why would he trust them? He tried to kill Musharraf.
- Hello. - Sir.
All right, go ahead.
So, a little context here. If you take a right out of Islamabad,
drive about 45 minutes north, you'll find yourself here in Abbottabad.
Now, it's a mostly middle-class community, some ex-military.
Not particularly interesting to us.
Except we did find this compound, which is unique.
We've got a 16-foot wall around the entire perimeter.
The windows are blacked out.
There's even a seven-foot privacy wall here, so even if we got up high,
we couldn't get a vantage point.
I mean, it's a fortress.
Well, can't you put a camera somewhere?
In these trees here, maybe?
Get a look into the main house?
It'd probably be discovered.
Oh.
Well, we have to get a look into the house, don't we?
All right.
What's this, this cluster of buildings down here?
Uh, the PMA. It's the Pakistani Military Academy.
It's their West Point.
And how close is that to the house?
About a mile.
4,221 feet.
It's closer to eight-tenths of a mile.
Who are you?
I'm the motherfucker that found this place, sir.
Really?
All right, I want to know more about
who's inside this house by the end of the week.
Sir.
"Motherfucker."
Good.
Morning, George!
21 days.
It's been 21 days since we found the house.
Nothing's happened.
Yeah? Maya, it's Steve.
Swing by. I want to show you something.
Okay.
Okay, you can leave it paused for now, but we're gonna
- play through that, go straight... - Hey.
Maya. Come see.
Yeah.
Okay, this is from a few minutes ago, okay?
Yeah.
So remember, we've got two males,
two females and seven kids.
What's that?
Okay, I'm saying that's Bushra, the brother's wife.
Well, how do you know the gender?
Well, look, this is a clothesline right here, for laundry.
Men don't mess with the wash.
Okay, now, watch. It takes her about four seconds
to move from there to the front door,
so she's on the older side.
What's that up there?
Uh, those are kids, they're shuffling around,
sword-fighting or something with sticks.
You can see their height relative to this, these are cows.
So they're probably between seven and nine.
Boys, definitely.
Your female's moving fast.
Okay, that's what I wanted to show you. Can we pause this, please?
That's not the same lady.
That's female number three.
So you found two males, three females.
That's correct.
So if there are three females, there ought to be three males.
Observing Muslim women live with their parents
or with their husbands.
We think there's a third family living in the house.
So this third male that you've identified as possibly being bin Laden,
do I give up all hope of ever seeing a photograph of him?
Hope? Yeah.
You give up your hope right now.
We scan for heat signatures,
but we can't validate if it's a man or a woman up there.
We talked about burrowing a pinhole camera,
but there's a high risk of discovery.
We found a safe house,
but we can't get a vantage point
to fire a telescope over the balcony wall.
We have explored the possibility of digging tunnels,
of sending hot air balloons, of rerouting
supply C-130s to take a peek, but that might be too alerting.
We've looked for ways of collecting available DNA from his trash,
you know, looking for his toothbrush, but they burn the trash.
We started a vaccination program.
We sent a doctor to the house, see if he could pull blood.
But that didn't work out.
We thought about sending a guy with a bucket
to pull a sample from the sewer to analyze his fecal matter.
What was wrong with that, exactly?
What was wrong with that? That, uh...
The sample would be too diluted.
And it's asking too much to get a voice confirmation
with him on the phone?
They don't make telephone calls from the compound.
We pulled the cell tower nearby.
And I'm also gonna give up hope that
he might ever get in that white SUV
and drive around a bit
and we could see him.
Don't they get groceries?
The unidentified third male does not get groceries.
He does not leave the compound.
He does not present himself for photographs.
When he needs fresh air, he paces around beneath a grape arbor.
But the leaves are so thick, they obscure our satellite views.
This is a professional attempt to avoid detection.
Okay? Real tradecraft.
The only people we've seen behave in this way
are other top-level al-Qaeda operatives.
We did a Red Team
on your analysis.
According to them, this behavior could
belong to someone other than al-Qaeda.
They did give a 40% chance
that the unidentified third man
is a senior al-Qaeda operative.
But they also said there's a 35% chance he's a Saudi drug dealer,
15% chance he's a Kuwaiti arms smuggler,
10% chance he's one of
the relatives of the brothers.
Basically, we agree with you.
The house screams security,
it screams someone who wants privacy,
it even screams bad guy,
but it does not scream bin Laden.
You get the point, if you can't prove it's bin Laden,
at least prove it's not someone else.
Like a drug dealer.
You know we lost the ability to prove that
when we lost the detainee program.
Who the hell am I supposed to ask?
Huh?
Some guy in Gitmo
who's all lawyered up?
He'll just tell his lawyer
to warn bin Laden.
You'll think of something.
He'd be the first successful drug dealer never to have dealt drugs.
He has no Internet access to the house.
He makes no phone calls, either in or out.
Who's he selling to? Who's he buying from? How's he making his money?
And if you were to say he's retired,
I'd say, where's the swimming pool?
Where's the gold cage with the falcons?
And why does he send his courier to the two cities in Pakistan
we most associate with al-Qaeda
that have nothing particularly to do with heroin production?
The President is a thoughtful, analytical guy.
He needs proof.
Go ahead, you guys.
I got to say, your job...
Hmm?
I just don't get
the rhythms of politics.
Oh, you think this is political?
If this was political, we'd be having this conversation
in October when there's an election bump.
This is pure risk,
based on deductive reasoning, inference, supposition,
and the only human reporting you have is six years old
from detainees who were questioned under duress.
The political move here is to tell you to go fuck yourself
and remind you that I was in the room
when your old boss pitched WMD Iraq.
At least there you guys brought photographs.
You know, you're right. I agree with everything you just said.
What I meant was, a man in your position,
how do you evaluate the risk of not doing something?
Hmm?
The risk of potentially letting bin Laden slip through your fingers.
That is a fascinating question.
Hey...
I'm not saying we're gonna do it,
but the President wants to know, if we were gonna act,
how would we do it?
Give us options.
Technically, these don't exist.
I actually tried to kill this program a couple of times.
They've gone through an initial round of testing,
and they have excellent radar defeat.
We just haven't tested them with people in them yet.
You'll notice the stealth panels,
similar to what we use on the B-2.
The rotors have been muffled with decibel killers.
It's slower than a Black Hawk and lacks the offense and the stability,
but it can hide.
So, uh, excuse me, but what do we need this for in Libya?
I mean, Qaddafi's anti-air is virtually nonexistent.
Maya, do you want to brief him?
There are two narratives about the location of Usama bin Laden.
The one that you're most familiar with
is that UBL is hiding in a cave in the Tribal Areas,
that he's surrounded by a large contingent of loyal fighters.
But that narrative is pre-9/11 understanding of UBL.
The second narrative is that he's living in a city.
Living in a city with multiple points of egress and entry,
access to communications,
so that he can keep in touch with the organization.
You can't run a global network of interconnected cells from a cave.
We've located an individual we believe,
based on detainee reporting, is bin Laden's courier.
He's living in a house in Abbottabad, Pakistan.
And we assess
that one of the other occupants of the house
is UBL.
General.
Excuse me.
Uh, so, UBL, you got an intel source on the ground?
No. No?
Okay, so how do you know it's bin Laden?
'Cause the truth is we've been on this op before, it was '07,
and it wasn't bin Laden, and we lost a couple of guys.
Totally understand. bin Laden uses a courier
to interact with the outside world.
By locating the courier, we've located bin Laden.
That's really the intel?
That's it?
Quite frankly, I didn't even want to use you guys,
with your dip and your Velcro and all your gear bullshit.
I wanted to drop a bomb.
But people didn't believe
in this lead enough to drop a bomb.
So they're using you guys as canaries,
in the theory that if bin Laden isn't there,
- you can sneak away, and no one will be the wiser. - Hmm.
But bin Laden is there.
And you're gonna kill him for me.
They're nervous downtown.
I don't think we'll get an approval this decision cycle.
It's her against the world.
Oh, yeah.
I'm about to go look the President in the eye,
and what I'd like to know, no fucking bullshit,
is where everyone stands on this thing.
Now, very simply, is he there or is he not fucking there?
We all come at this through the filter of our own past experiences.
Now, I remember Iraq WMD very clearly. I fronted that.
And I can tell you the case for that
was much stronger than this case.
A fuckin' yes or a no.
We don't deal in certainty, we deal in probability,
and I'd say there's a 60% probability he's there.
I concur, 60%.
I'm at 80%. Their OPSEC is what convinces me.
You guys ever agree on anything?
Well, I agree with Mike.
We're basing this mostly on detainee reporting,
and I spent a bunch of time in those rooms.
I'd say it's a soft 60, sir.
I'm virtually certain there's some high-value target there.
I'm just not sure it's bin Laden.
Well, this is a little bit of a clusterfuck, isn't it?
I'd like to know what Maya thinks.
We're all incorporating her assessment into ours.
100% he's there.
Okay, fine, 95%, 'cause I know certainty freaks you guys out.
But it's 100.
They're all cowed.
What do you think of the girl?
I think she's fucking smart.
We're all smart, Jeremy.
May I join you?
How is the food down here anyway?
Uh, it's okay.
How long have you worked for the CIA?
Twelve years. I was recruited out of high school.
And do you know why we did that?
I don't think I can answer that question, sir.
I don't think I'm allowed to answer.
All right.
What else have you done for us?
Besides bin Laden.
Nothing.
I've done nothing else.
Well, you certainly have a flair for it.
No. Yeah.
All right, let's be serious, now.
Don't fuck around on this one, dude.
You're just fucking around 'cause I'm up by two games.
How many you got?
So, Patrick, be honest with me.
You really believe this story?
I mean, no offense. No offense, I know.
But Usama bin Laden?
Yeah.
What part convinced you?
Her confidence.
That's the kind of concrete data point I'm looking for.
I tell you, buddy, her confidence
is the one thing that's keeping me
from getting ass-raped in a Pakistani prison.
I'm gonna be honest with you, bro.
I'm cool with it.
Yeah?
Maya, I wanted you to hear it first.
You know that thing we talked about?
It's gonna happen.
When?
Tonight.
Good luck.
- 50 bucks? - 50 bucks.
50 bucks! 50 bucks.
Lucky shot.
Go.
Apache One, you are clear.
Copy.
Copy that.
Thirty seconds to first turn.
Hey, Justin, what are you listening to?
Tony Robbins.
Tony Robbins, really?
You should listen to it. I got plans for after this, big-time.
I want to talk to all of you about it.
Who here has been in a helo crash before?
Okay, so we're all good.
We just crossed the border. Now entering Pakistan.
Pakistani comms, no chatter.
Three minutes. Stand by for doors open.
Two minutes.
Should be coming up just off our nose, 11 o'clock.
Eyes on target.
Stay tight.
Thirty seconds.
Hey! Slide right, slide right!
Too much updraft off these walls! Hey!
We've lost power. Go to lockout.
Hey!
Hard landing.
Fuck!
Prince five-one is down. Prince five-one is down.
Black Hawk down in the animal pen.
This way!
This mission is still a go. I repeat, we are a go.
Alpha team is in the animal pen, making entry for AC-1.
No ropes. Wheels down.
Prayer room's clear.
Breacher!
Echo team is away.
Prince five-two exiting Alpha Oscar.
Three, two, one. Execute!
Ibrahim!
Come on out!
Get down! PATRICK: Down, down, down, down!
Down! Throw your hands in the air!
Down, down, down, down! Down!
You've killed him.
All right, go, I got her.
Down, sit down.
Echo 11 on perimeter.
Ready to breach at P-2.
Fire in the hole.
Failed breach, failed breach.
Back it up! Back it up! Main gate!
We got an unlocked door.
Abrar.
It's okay. It's okay.
This is Echo 11.
We're going to breach the main gate.
Negative. This is Echo 01.
I'm internal, in the corridor.
I'll let you guys in.
Roger that.
Shut that fucking kid up, please.
Talk to me.
No fucking way we can blow this thing.
God fucking damn it, can you pop it manually?
No.
Alpha 3, this is Echo 11.
We're at our primary set point, prepping to breach.
Wait one. We're internal on the south side.
This is a negative breach.
Roger. Ready to make our entry out here.
Yeah, roger that. We're coming to meet you.
Stay with these kids and don't let 'em in that back room.
Good? Yeah, I'm fine.
Yeah.
I forgot, were we supposed to crash that helo?
Ibrahim tried to shoot through the door.
Oh, yeah? I popped him from outside.
I fucking smoked Abrar and his wife.
She still alive?
She's gonna bleed out.
What a fucking mess. Yeah.
Go, go, go.
This is Echo 09.
We have unknowns gathering on the southwest rooftops.
Locked gate blocking the stairs.
Breacher up.
Back it up, back up.
Hey, back it up.
Watch out.
Execute.
Go, go.
This is Echo 05 moving to level two.
Hakim, get those guys back.
Khalid.
Echo 02 moving to deck three.
Clear.
Hakim, get 'em back or I'll start smoking 'em.
Wait, wait, wait.
Go back, they will kill you!
They will kill you!
Go back!
Come here!
No vest.
All clear.
Oh, fucking shit.
Usama.
Down.
All right, get him.
Got a possible jackpot.
Roger that. Possible jackpot.
Shoot.
It's okay, it's okay.
Come on. Get down.
Dude. It's okay.
Do you even realize what you just did?
Who is he?
Hey, hey, hey!
Who is he?
He is al Noori Hasan. Huh?
Yo, she says it's not him.
Talk to the kid.
It's okay.
Shh.
Daughter, what is his name?
Name, name.
We need them down. All right.
Okay, come on, come on. Come on.
This is Red 02.
Geronimo.
For God and country.
Geronimo.
All stations, target secure, target secure.
Roger. Copy that. Target secure.
Commence SSE.
Proper SSE right now.
Books, DVDs, CDs.
Every fuckin' hard drive. Do not leave a hard drive.
Hey, open that for me.
Let's go, guys.
Yo, what's up?
I shot the third-floor guy.
Why don't you get to work? Grab a bag.
QRF is inbound, eight miles out.
Pak Air Force is responding.
Fourteen minutes to intercept.
Any station, this is Red 02. We need a body bag.
This is Echo 09. Stand by.
Hakim, I got this. Get it to them.
Let's go, buddy.
Echo 05, this is Red 02. How long do you need for SSE?
We're gonna need at least 10 minutes, sir.
Echo 05, you have four mikes.
This is a gold mine. I need more time than that.
Echo 05, if you're not at the L.Z. at four mikes,
I'm gonna leave your ass behind.
The Paks have scrambled the F-16s.
Four minutes!
Prince five-two, inbound for L.Z.
Where do you need the bag?
Third deck.
Here! Here.
And up.
All right, let's move it out.
Let's go! Now!
You've got one mike to blow that downed helo.
You all right? Yeah.
QRF-46 inbound for L.Z., 30 seconds out.
Chopper 4-6, we are demoing 5-1.
Chopper 4-6, wave off.
4-6, wave off! Wave off!
Up!
Well done, Patrick.
Thank you.
- Move him through! - All right, listen up, gentlemen,
read the signs.
First floor, hard drives, files, anything!
Second floor, opposite, down on the right!
Third floor, ladies' underwear.
That's right, there can't be that many of 'em, right?
And mark all media! CDs, DVDs.
Who's got a Sharpie? CDs.
Right here.
Good job, man.
- This all right? - Move it along, bring it in.
- Nice job. - All right, all media, CDs, DVDs.
- I want 'em! - That's all second floor right there.
Who's logging on this table?
Where do the hard drives go?
- Mark on tables. - Yes, sir.
You got Ziploc bags and Sharpies, use 'em.
No, mark all media.
Good job.
Gentlemen, watch your backs.
Slow down!
Thank you, sir.
Good job. Slow down.
Video cameras?
Video cameras, where was it found?
Second floor!
All right.
McCRAVEN: Yes, sir. One moment, please.
Sir, the Agency expert gave visual confirmation.
Yes, sir, the girl, 100%.
Thank you, sir.
Are you Maya?
Yeah.
That's the only name they gave me.
You can sit wherever you want.
You're the only one on the manifest.
You must be pretty important.
You got the whole plane to yourself.
Where do you want to go?