? Well, I wake up every morning... ?
Watch and learn, brother.
Watch and learn.
Aicha, you joining us?
In a minute.
? Now it's too late ?
? I'm on fire ?
? Burnin' up ?
? I'm on fire ?
? Can't get enough... ?
- You have it? - Yes.
What are you going to do with it?
Give it to my boss.
- Is this the translation? - Yes.
Okay.
- Are you okay to do this? - Yes.
Good luck.
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Allahu Akbar!
Oh, my God.
Shit! We have to go!
Aicha, come on! Move it!
Go, go, go, go!
What the fuck?!
Who were those guys?!
I have no idea.
Fuck!
Get down!
Please.
Please don't leave me.
Please,
don't leave me.
? We tell ourselves ?
? We're on the side of the angels ?
? And we tell ourselves ?
? We're the good guys ?
? But we know ?
? Our heads are in the sand ?
? We know ?
? Nothing ever changes ?
? The same people win ?
? The same people lose ?
? We know the fight is fixed ?
? The wars go on and on ?
? And we know. ?
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And coming up after the news
is analysis, but first the headlines.
Three U.S. Special Forces have been killed
in the Malian capital Bamako in an attack
linked to Al Moctar militants.
Also killed in the ambush was their Malian interpreter,
named locally as Aicha Konaté.
In other news...
Hey.
Did you hear about Aicha?
Yeah.
Do you know what happened?
No. No, only what I read.
It wasn't our fault, Leyla.
Yes, it was.
But you can tell yourself it wasn't,
if it makes you feel any better.
How are you doing?
I'm good. Yeah, busy, you know?
Actually, I've got some friends round at the moment, Leyla.
It's not really a good time.
Okay.
Bye, Harry.
Yeah. Bye.
- So, what flavor is this? - It's strawberry.
Mmm. This isn't strawberry. Definitely not.
- This is chocolate. - It is strawberry.
- No, it's chocolate... - It's pink.
Well, that's chocolate pink.
Now, look at this guy,
in the flip-flops.
You know what he's thinking? He's thinking,
"Hmm, I'm a bit cold. I should've wore socks,
"but then no one would get to see my pretty toes.
I love people to see my toes."
What about the dog?
Oh, the dog is thinking, "Hmm,
"I wonder what the smell is over here.
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute, is this chocolate?
"Oh, I love chocolate.
"Oh, but chocolate makes me pee.
"Oh, I'm peeing.
Oh, I'm peeing."
He's peeing!
"Please, please, will you...
will you pat me on the head while I pee?"
You're such an idiot.
All right, hold on. Yeah?
Are you in the office?
No, I am actually playing hooky with my daughter.
We're going to see Mary Poppins at the E Street.
It's Katie's favorite movie.
It's not my favorite.
I'm only going to humor you.
- Nathan. - Okay,
it's not her favorite. She's only going to humor me.
- What's going on? - So you haven't heard
the news?
About Mali.
Hey, sweetheart.
Home early?
Yeah, Dad has to go to the office.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
We'll go next Wednesday.
Same time, I promise.
Yeah, whatever.
Come on, Katie.
Katie, don't be like that.
I'm just waiting for the next excuse you're gonna make.
It's not one that you haven't heard before.
Okay.
Well, I got to go fix her something to eat.
Okay.
Al-Qaeda in the Islamic Magreb,
ISIS, Ansar al-Sharia,
al-Mourabitoun, Boko Haram,
Lord's Resistance Army, al-Shabaab.
All of these groups are flooding into the Sahara.
The region poses a greater potential threat
for the United States than Iraq,
Afghanistan and Syria combined.
Believe me, Mike, my government
is well aware of the challenges we face.
Then why are you resisting the terms of an agreement
that we have all spent months drawing up?
Not resisting. Negotiating.
Train, advise and assist missions will allow us
to prosecute targets more rapidly.
You want to move 25,000 troops into our country,
a number which will no doubt increase.
You want to establish four temporary U.S. bases,
which will no doubt become permanent.
That's a little more than advise and assist.
One thing we learned from Iraq, you cannot go off half-cocked,
you cannot fight these people on the cheap.
What stops this from becoming an all-out war?
We have no intention of letting that happen.
You had no intention of letting Libya become a failed state.
Sir, the president
has already publicly agreed to this.
It is my understanding that your president
was in favor of this agreement.
Let me assure you, Mr. Undersecretary,
our president is in favor of the deal,
and we are all aware
our country needs American assistance.
Yesterday's tragic attack only confirms this fact.
Who should I be addressing here?
Hmm? You?
Or you?
I'm merely an advisor, Minister.
As, I understand, are you.
You got to be fucking kidding me.
Take out the translator, that's all we asked you to do.
- She was supposed to be alone. - Well, she wasn't alone.
You should've aborted the operation.
Things moved too fast. They got out of hand.
I'm sorry.
Well, I'm gonna need more than your fucking apology.
Aicha is out of the picture.
How do you know?
Her body's in the morgue.
I've seen it myself.
This is gonna be a public relations nightmare.
Now, I'm sorry for the families, but I'm the one
who's gonna have to deal with the fallout
from this fucking thing.
Do you understand that?
Tell me that you understand that.
I understand, Nathan.
So one possible scenario is,
uh, you're out for lunch, a coffee, a cigarette.
The hackers take a photo of the pass dangling from your neck,
create a fake I.D., access the building using your barcode,
place a keystroke logger under the desk and they're in.
What we do is bring in ethical hackers to test your systems,
to create honeypots to trap the attackers.
Thank you.
You know, it wouldn't kill you to look a little interested.
Leyla, I'm in trouble.
Please help me.
Help me. Please.
I'm heading to...
Hey.
This is where the briefing is, right?
Yeah.
Good.
- Harry Clarke. - Isaac Turner.
- You all right? - Yeah.
You here for the briefing?
Yeah.
I'm Isaac.
Harry.
Leyla.
Thank you. Thank you.
There you go.
Nathan Miller.
- George. Good to see you. - And you.
- When did they put you down here? - Uh, a couple of months ago.
- I've always said daylight's overrated. - You and me both.
- I'd like you to meet Amanda Jones. - It's a pleasure.
I'm looking forward to working together.
I've heard a lot about you.
Hmm, do I like the sound of that?
Probably not.
So...
What couldn't you discuss over the phone?
Or are you just trying to rack up those air miles? Hmm?
After the fall of Qaddafi,
fighters previously loyal to him began flooding south,
from Libya into Niger and Northern Mali.
They're highly trained and well-armed.
Al-Qaeda wants to realize the dream of Bin Laden's
of a new Afghanistan in the Sahara.
We did brief our ministers on the potential blowback
before they started dropping bombs on Tripoli.
But... you think they listened?
You ever met a politician who looked beyond
the next election cycle, George?
The truth is, we don't have a full picture
of what's going on down there.
And the Malian government
is going through the motions of cooperating.
The U.N. has Blue Helmets on the ground,
but no surprise, they're underfunded and overstretched,
and to be quite honest with you,
I don't know whose side they're on
half the fucking time, anyway.
What are you thinking?
We go down there, small group.
Under the radar.
See if we can get a sense of who the players are on the ground.
And if we can, we reach out,
and we establish a back-channel communication.
Lord knows, if we'd have reached out to our enemies earlier
in Iraq and Afghanistan,
maybe we wouldn't have lost 30,000 coalition troops
and had to kill half a million people.
So what do you say, George,
you fancy a little time in the sun?
You can't just walk in there.
Please.
Uh, sorry. She said she knew you?
Yeah, I know her, it's fine.
It's no problem. Thank you, Mariam.
What you doing here?
- No hello? - Hello.
What you doing here?
Gosh, security business is treating you well.
Not quite your taste, but...
Are you gonna offer me a drink?
I've got a briefing coming up.
It's got to be more interesting than what I've been doing.
Selling cybersecurity to men, and it is always men
who have watched too many spy thrillers.
Got to pay the bills, right?
Why are you here, Leyla?
Play it.
Leyla, I'm in trouble.
Please help me.
Help me. Please.
We dragged her into this mess.
We don't know it's even connected.
We have no idea what happened to her, since we left.
You mean since we abandoned her?
I figure we start at the bar
that got shot up, and see if it gives us anything.
You don't know she's still alive.
This was sent yesterday.
If they wanted her dead, they'd have got to her by now.
Jesus.
You're really not gonna help me.
Is this about us?
Is this your way of getting back at me?
I'm not that fucking petty, Leyla.
- Then what? - I came out here
to get away from all that.
No, you came out here to crawl under a rock, Harry.
A luxurious, well-paid rock, I'll give you that.
I'm not getting involved.
Says the man in the gated villa
on one of the poorest nations on Earth.
Jesus.
What the fuck happened to you?
You know that I talk to you
more often than I talk to my wife?
You say that every morning.
I say it every morning because it's a verifiable fact.
You know, you should come work for me.
You say that every morning, too.
Persistence is the mother of success,
or at least, so I read on some fridge magnet, somewhere.
- You know another one I read? - Nope.
What if the hokey-cokey really is what it's all about?
Makes you think, huh?
You seen this bullshit?
Yeah.
This Mali attack
has intelligence failure written all over it, right?
Right.
I want Amanda Jones brought before the committee.
I'll file a request.
I thought you'd gone.
Evidently not.
See you tonight.
Love you.
See what I mean?
You're saying the attack
wasn't premeditated?
Our initial assessment is that the attack was spontaneous.
We believe that the soldiers were a target of opportunity,
spotted by militants linked to Issouf Al Moctar.
The bar in which they were spotted,
it's a popular hangout
for Western security forces, right?
That is correct, yes.
And it's likely the militants knew this?
I think that that is possible.
Then they could have been planning it?
We have, at this stage, no evidence
that this attack was premeditated.
Okay.
In the light of these...
- tragic deaths... - Time, Senator.
In the light of these tragic deaths,
do you believe sending more U.S. troops into Mali
is the right course of action?
Well, that is a policy decision. I would never...
Not for you to comment on. Yeah, I get the picture.
Thank you, Ms. Jones.
I yield to Senator Greening.
- Morning, Siena. - Morning, Amanda.
- How'd it go? - Oh, those things are
so fucking exhausting.
Sullivan's on her soapbox again.
That's what politicians do. Look at this.
I've been finalizing the paperwork for repatriation.
There's only three bodies listed at the morgue,
and they're all American.
- There's no interpreter. - Well, she's Muslim.
Her family probably buried her already.
No, I spoke to Joseph Damba.
He said her body was in the morgue.
He said he'd seen it himself.
Filing error?
Or he's lying.
Her body never made it to the morgue,
because there isn't one.
They didn't kill her.
Pull her e-mails, would you?
Salaam alaikum.
Wa alaikum as-salaam.
We're closed.
Here. You could use some help.
I can do it.
I said I can do it!
These bastards,
they don't care the chaos that they leave behind.
They act like it's our war.
It's not our war!
The Americans?
The mujahideen.
Are you a tourist?
Lots of people come here to come see the damage.
I should charge you people.
She was a friend of mine.
The interpreter.
I'm sorry.
- Did you speak to her? - No.
She was talking to some other girl.
Her?
Yeah.
She was inside the bar?
The news said she was a bystander in the street.
She was in here.
They sat, and they were talking about something.
Then she gave her something.
- What? - It was in an envelope.
I couldn't see.
Don't you think it's weird?
- What? - That you've been eating
the same sandwich for lunch every day since college?
It leaves my mind free
for other, more important things.
- Like what? - Like what I'm gonna order for dessert.
Huh.
What?
3rd of May...
two days before the attack,
there's online chatter here about the ambush.
Maybe the date's wrong.
Or they knew the soldiers were going
to be at the bar.
Get Amanda Jones on the line.
The interpreter sent
an e-mail Tuesday 4:00 a.m. local time
six hours after she was supposed to be dead.
- Who'd she send it to? - Leyla Toumi.
Leyla...
I'm in trouble.
Please help me.
Help me. Please.
I'm heading to...
Please tell me this isn't happening.
It's happening. Where's she working?
Cyberswift. It's Sullivan!
Take it.
I want to know everything she knows.
This isn't a good time, Senator.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
Hi, this is Robert Mercer,
calling for Leyla Toumi. Is she available?
There's chatter detailed in your own submissions
dated 3rd May,
which would mean the attack wasn't spontaneous
and the information you gave the committee was incorrect.
That intelligence is not verified.
Have you considered the interpreter
- might have been in on it? - There's no
evidence to support that theory.
I'll be requesting the Agency turn over all
and any unseen intelligence on the interpreter
to the committee.
Thank you for your time, Ms. Jones.
Okay, all right, thank you very much.
Sullivan's turning her spotlight onto the interpreter.
It gets worse. Leyla Toumi didn't show up for work.
I dug into the old I.D.s she used at The Section
and look what popped up.
She traveled to Paris yesterday and then on to Mali.
Jesus.
If Aicha's alive and Leyla gets to her before we do...
Siena?
Get us a flight to Mali.
So, I get a call from Major Markus Van de Berg,
who's enquiring as
to whether we've got enough resources
to provide close protection for his Blue Helmets.
I mean, can you believe that?
We're guarding the U.N., now. I mean, how much more fucked up
can this place get?
U-Uh, she's back.
Leyla Toumi. Wow.
Are you ever a sight for sore eyes?
- Adam. - You didn't tell me she was here.
What, are you keeping her all to yourself?
Not that I blame you. Hmm.
What is she doing here?
What are you doing here?
Taking in the sights.
Ah, right, excellent.
Well, does that include me?
Well, eh, more's the pity.
You really should come and work for me.
Harry's got a good thing going here.
I mean, look at this fucking place.
Easy money. Right, Harry?
Right. Um...
Yeah, sorry, Adam, can you just give us a couple of minutes?
Yeah, sure, of course. No, go, go knock yourselves out.
Harry.
Don't be too long though, yeah? You are on the clock.
- Okay, what are you doing? - Bintou Cissé.
Who?
She was with Aicha the night of the attack.
Reports had her as a bystander. She wasn't. She was targeted.
Aicha gave her something.
We find out what was going on, maybe we find Aicha.
Uh, and you want me to do what, exactly?
Ask around about her.
I have no idea who she is, Leyla.
Well, ask shit-for-brains in there. I'm pretty sure
he can find out in a heartbeat.
Look, I'm not asking him.
Why not? Oh, yeah, I forgot, you're not getting involved.
Have you called Max in the past eight months?
Where the fuck has that come from?
Or Chloé? Or Lola? No, of course you haven't.
He sold us out.
No, he saved your life.
People let you down, Harry, it happens all the time.
Fuck it, I'll ask him.
I would really, really appreciate you
not fucking this up for me, okay?
I'll ask him.
I'll ask him and I'll call you.
Now please, you've got to go.
Clarke. We need to get on.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
- He's a dick. - Yeah.
A complete dick who's paying me obscenely well.
Don't, don't be like him.
Don't be a dick.
Do you know what I used to like about you?
When we first met,
when we first came out here, you used to give a shit.
Where's the welcome committee, George?
Yeah, well, Pierre was supposed to meet us.
You wanted under the radar.
Hey!
Catch it. Catch it!
Oh!
Nice catch.
Give that man a beer, huh?
All right, all right.
What? My uncle has a farm.
- Pigs? - Mixed.
- When I was six... - Yeah, yeah,
- I-I don't wish to interrupt. - Sorry.
Pierre, you, you said you were gonna pick us up.
But the pigs got out. What was I supposed to do, huh?
- Leave them? - No, no, no, no, no.
Pigs are very sensitive creatures.
You run a pig farm in a country with a 90% Muslim population?
Hey, mais oui. The Chinese eat pigs.
The Chinese are all over Africa.
Huh? Bon, you look as thirsty as I feel.
Allez!
This is your guy? Seriously?
He knows Mali better than anyone I ever met.
He's the very best there is.
Or was, last time I was here.
You are consultants working for Stobis, a mining prospector.
You have been hired to compile a report on security in the area.
And tomorrow, we will drive to an outpost near Bourem,
where we meet our guide Brahim Dayak,
who will take us into the badlands.
He knows all the players in the area,
and they will not touch you, as long as you're with Brahim.
Unfortunately, he only speaks Tamasheq,
the language of the Tuareg.
Which means lucky for you.
I speak Tamasheq, too, huh?
- Santé. - Cheers.
Cheers.
You feeling happier?
A little.
He was worried about me, wasn't he?
- I was. - Yes, I know I,
I look like a drunk.
That is because I drink too much.
Well, everyone gets a sweetie.
Yeah, well, Turner sorted himself out.
What do you know about him?
Not much.
He's one of White's pet projects,
being fast-tracked.
- Leyla, you take the sofa. - That's okay.
- I sleep better on the floor. - Hey, don't be polite.
I'm many things, Harry Clarke, but polite is not one of them.
What did you make of Amanda Jones?
Well, she seems competent enough.
She has a double major in law from Georgetown.
Be nice, George.
You're gonna be working with her.
You're retiring?
Private sector.
All that glitters.
- It's not the money. - Fuck off.
It's not only the money.
I've lost my sense of humor.
I never knew you had one.
Exactly.
It's the whole thing
has just become so damn politicized, George.
I mean, I'm not...
I'm not naive.
I know we're not always the good guy.
I just never really considered myself that bad.
I honestly think
the only reason they hired me is because I speak Arabic.
If it wasn't for the war on terror,
I'd probably be running drugs.
What about you?
Oh, well, White recruited me.
Yeah, he and my dad were colleagues.
- Your dad was in the service? - Mm-hmm.
Figures.
What's that supposed to mean?
You've got that earnest thing about you.
Yeah, dedicated, fighting the good fight.
Yeah, I may have been told that before.
But-but, hey, isn't that the point?
Wish I had your certainty.
Have you ever worked with your dad?
No. No, he, um, he died.
On duty?
Lymphoma.
- I'm sorry. - He was...
we didn't talk. He wasn't really around, so...
We should go to bed.
We should go to sleep.
Did we really have to bring him?
Cicero loves to travel.
He gets lonely if I go without him.
I'll take him. I don't mind.
All yours, mate.
Oh, oh...
- Everybody okay? - Yeah.
Putain.
Don't worry, we'll be back on track in no time.
Ah, shit. We have a leak.
A stone must have hit the radiator pipe.
Pierre.
- What? - Pierre...
I'm a little occupied here, George.
I've seen them. They're not going to worry us.
Now, if I could only get this thing...
Jesus! Come on!
Fuck.
Lift! Lift! Everybody, lift it.
Come on! A little bit more.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Right now!
Little bit more, little bit more, little bit more!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Get him out.
You're okay, buddy. You're gonna be okay. All right?
Fuck!
Fuck.
What we gonna do?
We fix up the truck and keep going.
We have to rendezvous with our guide in Bourem.
We're not leaving him like this.
Okay.
Was he religious?
I don't know.
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room,
why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that once we shared,
miss me,
and now let me go.
Well, we can't exactly take him with us.
We're gonna need an interpreter.
- Au revoir. - Merci.
As-salaam alaikum.
Wa alaikum as-salaam.
Et je suis Harry Clarke.
Merci beaucoup.
Studied it at university in Bamako.
We have work for you if you want it.
I have work here.
Make yourself useful.
Are you from the highway?
No, um...
The Chinese are building a highway 50 miles east of here.
Sometimes their workers pass through.
No, we, uh, we need a translator.
For what?
Eh, we're meeting a guide at Bourem,
- and he only speaks Tamasheq. - We work for a mining company.
We'd only need you for a couple of days.
Nice papers. I don't believe you.
But I have mouths to feed, so yes, I'll take your money.
Great.
Oh. You think I'm a fool.
Is that it?
Okay.
I know what you people get paid.
Double that, and I'll give you a free bar of soap.
Wait... okay, this is literally all I've got.
Oh, I like this boy.
But he should, um, how do you say?
Lighten up?
I live in Bamako.
I'm only here for a few months, working on the health project.
Salut!
Aicha!
Enchanté.
Uh, this is a friend of mine, Oumou.
Oumou...
You think she was al-Qaeda?
Led them into the ambush?
- Maybe. - Todd Wilson's outside.
I didn't schedule him.
Show him in.
She's ready for you.
Meaghan.
This is a nice surprise, Todd.
Unemployment in Cincinnati crept above six percent last month.
I'm aware of that.
And all the indicators are it's not even peaked.
And I'm doing everything I can.
You're a hardworking senator, Meaghan.
No one doubts that.
But don't you think the voters are more concerned with what
you're doing to help 'em find jobs than about what...
the CIA have or haven't told you
about that terrible tragedy in Mali?
Popular incumbent you may be, but...
primary opposition next year's fixing to be fierce.
Maybe we take a rain check on Thursday's fund-raiser.
Maybe that'll help you focus on the job in hand.
You know, Todd, I'm old enough to remember
when members of this party had a backbone.
Yeah, well, fortunately, those days are long gone.
You think about the people you serve, Senator.
Like Todd Wilson?
I'll see myself out.
- And? - He knows about my conversations
with Amanda Jones. He just warned me off.
Why?
They got the translation wrong.
Sorry, what?
They got the Arabic translation wrong.
The chatter they picked up,
the militants talking about hadaf,
- that means "target," okay? - Okay.
But there's this one guy, he talks about the turjuman,
uses it two, three times when talking about the target.
- Which means what? - "Translator" or "interpreter."
Maybe the soldiers weren't the target of the attack.
- Maybe she was. - It's possible.
Interpreters were targets all the time
in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Okay, but, why lie about it?
Maybe that explains why I just had the pleasure
of Todd Wilson's company.
You smell that?
What?
Cover-up.
Leyla Toumi.
My name is Lars Jansen.
It's okay, I'm on your side.
Aicha Konaté sent us.
Where is she?
She's safe. We can take you to her.
That's great news.
That's really, that's great news, is she...
Mariam?
Shit! I almost fucking shot you, Leyla, Jesus.
Jesus, what happened to you?
Who did you talk to about Aicha's friend at the bar?
Hey, sit down, sit down.
Let me get a look at you.
McKay, right?
You spoke to McKay.
- Anyone else? - No, no, it was just McKay.
Did you talk to anyone else?
It was just McKay, all right? I promise.
He's involved.
He sent his fucking goons after me!
Okay, you don't know that.
You don't know who else he's spoken to.
Shit.
It's all right, maybe they're just here for me.
Maybe you can just hand me over, you know?
Stay out of it.
Shit.
Out the back.
This must be it.
Hello?
What is the name of the guide?
Brahim Dayak.
Anything?
Yeah, the beds are made up.
Someone's staying here.
It's still warm.
Hello?
Fuck.
Jesus.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
We got two bodies in the back.
There's another one in the hut.
Hey! Hey!
Back here! He's alive!
He's alive!
It's all right, it's all right, stay with us.
- He's still breathing. He's still breathing. - Okay, okay.
All right.
Aicha!
Get over here.
Tell him, tell him he's gonna be okay.
- There's no wound. - Internal bleeding.
Talk to him, try to keep him conscious.
No, no, no, you stay with me, you stay.
Don't you fucking die on me.
Oh, fuck!
Aicha, get inside.
Isaac, get her out of here.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.