& — The flight attendant is advising our reps that the pilot and everyone’s been stabbed. And we can’t breathe.
& — Is this real world or exercise?
& — Hey, Mom, I’m sure that you’ve heard that a plane crashed into World Trade Center One. We’re fine. We’re in World Trade Center Two.
& — I’m on a plane that’s been hijacked. I hope to be able to see your face again, baby. I love you. Bye.
& — Lieutenant Brown, Ladder 18. One of the towers just collapsed.
& Dan: There’s no shame if you want to watch from the monitor.
& Dan: Try to understand the concept here. Okay, I have time, you don’t. I have other things to do, but you don’t. It’s cool that you’re strong. I respect it, I do. But in the end, everybody breaks, bro. It’s biology.
& — You will never find him.
Maya: Why is that?
— Even I couldn’t find him. He always contacted me out of the blue. He is one of the disappeared ones.
& Dan: Can I be honest with you? I’m bad fuckin’ news. I’m not your friend. I’m not gonna help you. I’m gonna break you. Any questions?
& Maya: So you’re telling me all the other brothers are wrong and there’s some famous Baluchi guy working for you and bin Laden that I’ve never even heard of. Why should you have heard of him? What does this Baluchi guy look like?
Faraj: Tall. Long white beard. Thin. He uses a cane.
Maya: Kind of like Gandalf.
Faraj: Who?
& Maya: You okay?
Dan: Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just... You know, I think I’ve seen too many guys naked. It’s got to be over a fucking hundred at this point. I need to go and do something normal for a while.
Maya: Like what?
Dan: Go to Washington. Do the dance, see how that environment works. You should come with me...
Maya: I’m not gonna find Abu Ahmed from D.C.
& Jessica: In six months to a year, if he doesn’t fuck up, he could be called in to treat bin Laden. At that moment, with 25 mil on the table, I think he gives up the big man. And if he doesn’t... we kill him.
& Jack: What are you gonna do?
Maya: I’m gonna smoke everybody involved in this op and then I’m gonna kill bin Laden.
& George: They attacked us! On land, in ’98... By sea, in 2000... And from the air, in 2001...
& George: We have 20 leadership names, we’ve only eliminated four of them! I want targets. Do your fucking jobs! Bring me people to kill.
& Maya: A lot of my friends have died trying to do this... I believe I was spared so I could finish the job.
& Maya: 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!
Bradley: You’re fucking out of your mind.
& Maya: I need a picket line along the GT highway and men spaced at intervals along the road and at every exit.
Tim: Maya, I know.
Maya: So you agree with me now, this is important?
Tim: No, I’ve just learned from my predecessor that life is better when I don’t disagree with you.
& C.I.A. Director: And how close is that to the house?
George: About a mile.
Maya: 4,221 feet. It’s closer to eight-tenths of a mile.
C.I.A. Director: Who are you?
Maya: I’m the motherfucker that found this place, sir.
& Maya: Morning, George! 21 days. It’s been 21 days since we found the house. Nothing’s happened.
& National Security Advisor: 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.
& George: 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?
National Security Advisor: ... The President is a thoughtful, analytical guy. He needs proof.
& George: I got to say, your job... I just don’t get the rhythms of politics.
National Security Advisor: 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...
George: 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.
& Deputy Director of C.I.A.: They’re nervous downtown. I don’t think we’ll get an approval this decision cycle.... It’s her against the world.
George: Oh, yeah.
& Steve: I’d like to know what Maya thinks. We’re all incorporating her assessment into ours.
Maya: 100% he’s there. Okay, fine, 95%, ’cause I know certainty freaks you guys out. But it’s 100.
& Patrick: This is Red 02. Geronimo. For God and country. Geronimo.
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& — Is this real world or exercise?
& — Hey, Mom, I’m sure that you’ve heard that a plane crashed into World Trade Center One. We’re fine. We’re in World Trade Center Two.
& — I’m on a plane that’s been hijacked. I hope to be able to see your face again, baby. I love you. Bye.
& — Lieutenant Brown, Ladder 18. One of the towers just collapsed.
& Dan: There’s no shame if you want to watch from the monitor.
& Dan: Try to understand the concept here. Okay, I have time, you don’t. I have other things to do, but you don’t. It’s cool that you’re strong. I respect it, I do. But in the end, everybody breaks, bro. It’s biology.
& — You will never find him.
Maya: Why is that?
— Even I couldn’t find him. He always contacted me out of the blue. He is one of the disappeared ones.
& Dan: Can I be honest with you? I’m bad fuckin’ news. I’m not your friend. I’m not gonna help you. I’m gonna break you. Any questions?
& Maya: So you’re telling me all the other brothers are wrong and there’s some famous Baluchi guy working for you and bin Laden that I’ve never even heard of. Why should you have heard of him? What does this Baluchi guy look like?
Faraj: Tall. Long white beard. Thin. He uses a cane.
Maya: Kind of like Gandalf.
Faraj: Who?
& Maya: You okay?
Dan: Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just... You know, I think I’ve seen too many guys naked. It’s got to be over a fucking hundred at this point. I need to go and do something normal for a while.
Maya: Like what?
Dan: Go to Washington. Do the dance, see how that environment works. You should come with me...
Maya: I’m not gonna find Abu Ahmed from D.C.
& Jessica: In six months to a year, if he doesn’t fuck up, he could be called in to treat bin Laden. At that moment, with 25 mil on the table, I think he gives up the big man. And if he doesn’t... we kill him.
& Jack: What are you gonna do?
Maya: I’m gonna smoke everybody involved in this op and then I’m gonna kill bin Laden.
& George: They attacked us! On land, in ’98... By sea, in 2000... And from the air, in 2001...
& George: We have 20 leadership names, we’ve only eliminated four of them! I want targets. Do your fucking jobs! Bring me people to kill.
& Maya: A lot of my friends have died trying to do this... I believe I was spared so I could finish the job.
& Maya: 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!
Bradley: You’re fucking out of your mind.
& Maya: I need a picket line along the GT highway and men spaced at intervals along the road and at every exit.
Tim: Maya, I know.
Maya: So you agree with me now, this is important?
Tim: No, I’ve just learned from my predecessor that life is better when I don’t disagree with you.
& C.I.A. Director: And how close is that to the house?
George: About a mile.
Maya: 4,221 feet. It’s closer to eight-tenths of a mile.
C.I.A. Director: Who are you?
Maya: I’m the motherfucker that found this place, sir.
& Maya: Morning, George! 21 days. It’s been 21 days since we found the house. Nothing’s happened.
& National Security Advisor: 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.
& George: 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?
National Security Advisor: ... The President is a thoughtful, analytical guy. He needs proof.
& George: I got to say, your job... I just don’t get the rhythms of politics.
National Security Advisor: 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...
George: 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.
& Deputy Director of C.I.A.: They’re nervous downtown. I don’t think we’ll get an approval this decision cycle.... It’s her against the world.
George: Oh, yeah.
& Steve: I’d like to know what Maya thinks. We’re all incorporating her assessment into ours.
Maya: 100% he’s there. Okay, fine, 95%, ’cause I know certainty freaks you guys out. But it’s 100.
& Patrick: This is Red 02. Geronimo. For God and country. Geronimo.
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