03x19 - Vengeance

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The Naval Criminal Investigation Service's Office of Special Projects takes on the undercover work and the hard to cr*ck cases in LA. Key agents are G. Callen and Sam Hanna, streets kids risen through the ranks.
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03x19 - Vengeance

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Very nice.

Fire!

That'll be a dud, gentlemen.

Sergeant Revis, I got an unexploded M1-HE that I need cleared from my field ASAP.

REVIS (over radio): Sounds rockin'.

We'll wake up the PackBot and blow your projectile the hell out of here.

Come on, Andy, push that crap on out the way.

This is a damn three-foot- long, high expl*sive shell.

Now, why can't I see it, Corporal?

Hey, w-w-wait, go back.

Whoa, I didn't see it.

Back up the damn robot.

Backing up.

All right, l-look right.

Right.

Move in.

CORPORAL: Moving in.

You see that?

Oh, my God.

♪ NCIS: LA 3x19 ♪

Vengeance
Original air date on March 27, 2012



(explosions and g*nf*re)

(man grunts)

I thought Hetty said no more games on the big screen.

Please don't say anything.

I need some advantage.

I used to be so good at this game.

Hmm. What happened, you lose your k*ller mojo?

No, this guy Hotshot7 came into my theater.

He follows me everywhere, kills me before I can even get a sh*t off.

Aah!

He did it again.

(sighs) w*r sucks.

Yes, it does.

(computer chirps)

Okay.

Did we not have

(gasps)

this discussion, Mr. Beale?

You are Hotshot7?

I thought you'd be...

Taller?

Why do you keep k*lling me?

Because that's the purpose of the game, Mr. Beale, and if I catch you playing it in OPS again, the carnage will be for real.

(sighs)

Mr. Callen and Mr.

Hanna, if you will, for his own good, disarm Mr. Beale.

Sorry, Eric, Hetty's orders.

Gonna have to take the Xbox.

No, please, don't.

No, n-n-n-no, no.

We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Ah, ah-ah, come on, come on.

It's the cameras in here.

Hetty watched your every move the minute you made it.

She cheated.

All's fair in love and w*r, baby.

Ensign Aaron Powell.

His body was found in the impact zone at the Los Cerritos Training Base.

He was a communications specialist who worked with several special operations units in Afghanistan.

A lot of classified information passed through those hands.

Get down to the base, see if there's been a breach in security.

That's what I'm talking about.

Huh, little road trip?

We can all go down together.

Eating junk food, talking about our feelings.

Got some, uh, Kenny Loggins on CD.

BOTH: Separate cars.

No, what? Come on.

What... what about a little "Footloose, " a little "This is It"?

Okay, if you sing "Whenever I Call You Friend" even once, I swear, I am jumping out of a moving car.

♪ Whenever I call you friend

♪ I begin to think I understand. ♪

Callen, Sam, wait up.

What?

Got the car to yourself again.

Works every time.

(clatters)

(helicopter rotor blades whirring)

Go, go.

Move.

Go, go, go.

Move it, soldier.

Move, move, go.

What sort of base is this?

Chief Hanna.

Recognized you from your SEAL unit photos.

Lieutenant Commander Westerman, Task Force Delta.

Well it's Agent Hanna now.

This is my partner Agent Callen.

Nice to meet you.

Deeks.

Hi.

Hi.

Agent Blye.

Hi.

Ma'am.

When I heard you were coming, I requested to be the liaison.

I've heard a lot about you.

Some of it good, I hope.

You're a bit of a legend.

Bosnia, Iraq.

Yeah, well, it's nice to be remembered.

How can I help?

What do you know about Ensign Powell?

Heard some rumors he might have been a drug user, but don't take my word for it.

I don't know if he went out there and fell asleep or what.

It's crazy.

CALLEN: We'll start with Powell's unit.

Kensi, Deeks.

Got it.

Ensign McCarty will show you to the communications department.

So, what about the body?

M. E. has it.

She's waiting to speak to you.

I'll show you over there.

The MPs still can't find his right lower leg or his left hand.

The body had massive concussive injuries.

High expl*sive round will do that to you.

The thing is, he didn't die from the a*tillery fire.

He was stabbed.

Thought it was a shrapnel wound at first, but there was no metal in the laceration, and judging by the lividity, he d*ed hours before his body was moved out to the impact zone.

It's a good place to dump a body.

You get one direct a*tillery hit, there's nothing left to find.

The shape of the blade curves forward.

I sketched the outline.

That's a karambit Kn*fe.

Shaped like the canine tooth of a tiger.

M. E.: The funny thing is, from the irritation of the skin, I'd say that the wound was dressed at some point.

Aside from the tox screen, I'll get you my preliminary autopsy report tomorrow.

His right shoulder was pulled from the socket?

Yes, he, he bled into the joint, so it happened while he was still alive.

How'd you know?

Okay, talk to me.

SEALs love knives.

Like to have 'em custom forged for their units.

Different SEAL teams learn their restraint and fighting techniques from different combat schools, so the bruises on Powell's body are like a signature.

You think Ensign Powell was m*rder*d by a Navy SEAL?

No. SEALs wouldn't do that.

I bet my life on it.

Okay.

There's a lot of copycats in the world.

A lot of people move through those combat schools.

And anybody can buy a custom Kn*fe.

DEEKS: Hey.

So not exactly the friendliest place.

(line ringing)

NELL: Hello.

SAM: Nell, I need you to reach out to a guy named Glen Olmos.

He made custom combat knives for a lot of the SEAL teams.

He's in Long Beach.

M. E. is about to send you a sketch.

I want you to send that sketch to Olmos, see what he can tell us.

Okay, got it.

We spoke to Powell's unit.

He's a little bit of a player, liked to party.

No one would confirm the drug rumor.

Powell was also involved in a scuffle in a bar with a petty officer, David Hodgkins.

Evidently, Powell started dating David Hodgkins'

ex-girlfriend.

Could be a motive.

Petty Officer Hodgkins on base?

Yeah, we figured you'd want to handle the interview.

Why?

Because he's a SEAL.

What can I do for you?

We need to speak with your SEAL team.

Most of my team is stationed in Afghanistan.

What's this about?

Ensign Powell's m*rder.

You accusing Navy SEALs of m*rder?

Is that what I'm hearing?

Only six members of my team are still here, but they're on the tarmac now.

They're about to embark on a highly classified rescue mission.

Well, I need you to hold that plane until we've had a chance to speak with them.

Let me explain this to you, Agent Callen, give you a chance to back off your position.

You have security clearance.

My men are going to the Hindu Kush on the Afghanistan-

Pakistan border.

Two Americans were kidnapped last month.

Loretta Davis-- she's a CIA field agent and a good one who's put her life on the line for the last eight years.

Also taken hostage was Mark Rowe, a civilian m*llitary contractor.

I've heard of Rowe.

You should.

He's a former SEAL.

They're going to get one of their own back.

Once a SEAL, always a SEAL.

You should know that, Agent Hanna.

Protocol dictates there's a backup team ready to step in.

These are the caves where we have reconnaissance photos of the hostages.

It's a maze of tunnels.

16 months ago, these same six men took those tunnels and occupied them for four days.

So those six SEALs are the only men who know these tunnels well enough to execute the rescue.

The Taliban are moving Rowe and Davis every three days.

They've been in this location now almost 45 hours.

Given it will take the team 18 hours to fly there and get into position...

Got roughly a seven-hour window to get the team back on the plane.

Let's not cut it that close, Agent Hanna.

We'll get them back on mission as fast as possible.

You know what you're asking me to do.

Commander, please make the call.

(brakes screeching)

Who's Agent Callen?

That's me.

You'd better have a damn good reason for pulling my men off that plane.

I do.

Need to ask you and your men some questions.

About what?

About the m*rder of Ensign Aaron Powell.

Guy's dead.

Hostages are alive.

Questions can wait till we get back.

Couple hours of your time is all we need, Chief.

Chief, Special Agent Hanna-- he's one of us.

D. O. D. wants this taken care of now.

Is he suggesting that one of my team is a m*rder*r?

Just got a job to do, Chief.

Why doesn't he answer?

Say it to my face-- we're murderers?

SAM: Stand down.

KENSI: I'm calling the MPs.

MPs aren't going to help you.

Stand down!

All right, I'm ready for my close-up, Ms. Lange.

Good connection, Mr. Deeks.

Mr. Hanna, are you ready?

Let's start with Chief Petty Officer Green.

CALLEN: What do you know about Ensign Powell?

GREEN: Barely knew him.

He occasionally worked with my team providing communications services.

Ensign Powell was m*rder*d last night between 6:00 and 10:00 p.m.

Where were you?

I was at the movies in Long Beach with my team.

What'd you see?

It was called Netscape.

What was it about?

Guy took over people's lives, stole their identity via the Internet.

You can ask my men.

And they'll back you up.

I'm sure somebody saw us at the theater.

Are you aware of an incident involving the victim, Ensign Powell, and Petty Officer Hodgkins?

Hodgkins is an extraordinary sailor and human being.

I fought shoulder to shoulder with David for six years.

CALLEN: Okay, I'll ask that question again.

Are you aware of the altercation?

No.

I have no knowledge of any altercation.

That's the truth?

I thought SEALs had integrity.

G.

I've lost seven men.

Three maimed.

One of my men is blind, trying to provide for two kids by folding towels in a hotel.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm not sure I understand your point.

Makes it a little hard to have to sit here and listen to you question our integrity.

You go to hell, Agent Callen.

This conversation is terminated.

With all respect...

...what happened at the end of the film?

You ever serve in the m*llitary, Agent Callen?

No.

Bad guy fell in love with the girl whose identity he stole.

Had a change of heart.

You didn't even ask a question.

Are we gonna do this or not?

I respect them.

I honor them, Sam.

But SEALs are not beyond reproach.

They won't talk to you.

The questions themselves are an affront to them.

But questions from a fellow SEAL are not.

(sighs)

We need to clear them fast.

If they don't talk to us, two innocent people are gonna die.

I need to do this alone.

(door opens)

You want Petty Officer Hodgkins brought in?

Let's let Sam have the room.

Send him in.

SAM: How long you been a SEAL?

Seven years.

Seen a lot?

Enough.

Too much?

I don't believe so.

I didn't think so, either.

Until I got out.

Your former girlfriend, Justine Samamara...

She leave you?

She wanted a family.

I wasn't there.

I was deployed ten months of the year.

Timing wasn't gonna work.

You were angry?

Sad.

Not angry.

I felt I owed more to my country before I started that part of my life.

Then why'd you get in a fight with Powell when he started dating her?

Powell was...

A jerk.

I saw him chatting up another girl at the bar.

I told him not to hurt Justine.

We had words, pushed each other, that was it.

That was it?

That was it.

What's so urgent?

ERIC: According to the security tapes, Ensign Powell left the training base at 1608 yesterday afternoon, and returned 1640.

CALLEN: That's a quick trip.

We picked up his car parked outside a strip mall in Cyprus.

This is Powell heading into the mailbox store.

He's accessing a mailbox that he's been renting for the last four months.

He's an envelope into his mailbox?

You don't put mail into those.

No, you rent them to receive mail.

Ten minutes ago, we saw this.

It's a dead drop.

Well, if Powell is dealing dr*gs, could be how he's making his buy.

If that's what this is all about.

We've pulled the license on their car.

Address is on your phones.

That's the license.

They're home.

Deeks, take the back; Kensi come with me.

Federal agents!

Please open the door!

(g*nshots)

(g*nshots continue)

Hey!

(groans)

One...

Two...

Three.

Kensi.

DEEKS: Garage.

KENSI: Let's go.

(car starting)

CALLEN: Got an ID, Eric?

The IDs indicated they were Mexican nationals, but they were fakes.

Keep looking.

Also, Ensign Powell had an account and a safety deposit box at a bank in Cerritos.

Only $300 in the account.

Get a warrant and get that safety deposit box opened, Miss Jones.

Right.

What about Sam's Kn*fe guy?

Uh, I gave him the info, but he only wants to talk to Sam.

(sighs) Okay.

I understand.

It's printing out now.

All right.

Olmos made ten karambit knives like this.

One was sold to a member of Green's SEAL team.

It matches the wound's dimensions exactly.

I'll have MPs search the grounds.

None of the SEAL team have left the base since Powell was k*lled.

There's a good chance th Kn*fe's still here.

Who did he make it for?

Petty Officer Doug Foster.

Yes, sir, did my training at Dam Neck.

With Lieutenant Henry Carr.

Yes. He spoke of you on several occasions.

He's a good teacher.

Lieutenant Carr said you were a man who we should aspire to emulate.

Hmm.

Lieutenant Carr is also a good man.

It's like we're making him interrogate his family.

We are.

SAM: Do you own a combat Kn*fe called a karambit?

I used to.

I lost it clearing house in Kandahar.

We believe Ensign Powell was k*lled with a karambit Kn*fe.

That's a common Kn*fe among m*llitary personnel.

Well, thank you for your time, PO Foster.

Sure.

Appreciate it.

My pleasure.

Oh, go to the movies last night?

Yes, sir.

What happened at the end of the movie?

This, um, this guy was stealing a female's identity.

Started to like the female.

He had, uh, a change of heart, I guess.

Okay.

Thanks.

Find me somebody that saw them at the movie last night.

Okay.

(door opens)

KENSI: Callen, this is Heather Linden.

She worked the candy counter last night.

DEEKS: She's a consummate professional who agrees with me that Sour Patch Kids are indeed the best movie candy, too.

Hi.

Heather saw Green's SEAL team at the theater last night.

Are they in trouble?

Well, we're trying to make sure that they're not.

You're sure you saw all of them last night?

Yeah, they were flirting with a bunch of us.

And did you see them after the show as well?

They tried to get us to go with them and party.

You didn't want to take them up on that?

Kind of handsome.

A little old.

Ouch.

A couple of them had wedding bands.

I really think they were just fooling around.

You really don't have good judgment, do you?

Everyone knows that Junior Mints are the best movie candy.

SAM: What'd she say?

They were there before and after the show.

She says they were flirting with her.

So, his story checks out.

Sam, three of these guys are married.

Just doesn't sound like the guys we've been talking to.
DEEKS: We also checked the theater.

There's six exits, four more in the lobby.

I mean, these guys are trained to get in and out of countries.

Getting out of there undetected after lights go down, that'd be easy.

Now, flirting with the girls assures them of being noticed.

They got an alibi.

Going in and out of a movie theater is one thing, but how do you explain them getting back on to the base without going through security?

Come on, Sam, they're SEALs.

Let's start with the perimeter fence.

I'll check it out.

ERIC: Okay, drive another 20 feet.

Okay, stop.

All right, stop right there.

Directly in front of you, there's a 14-foor corridor.

It's not monitored by any of the base's cameras.

This is where they'd enter.

It's also a single-layer fence.

NELL: Yeah, it's scheduled to be doubled, but the work order hasn't been completed.

(sighs)

Who's going to tell Sam?

I will.

The fence was cut.

New, no corrosion.

We know the w*apon they had, we know they had access, and it appears they worked as a team.

Everything is circumstantial.

You want to stop their mission with no physical evidence?

What's the motive?

Getting with another guy's girl.

But units have strict codes about that.

Not the SEALs.

That story doesn't hold water, and you know it.

Regular m*llitary k*ll for jealousy, maybe.

Not these men.

Sam... these guys did it.

(door opens)

I'm sorry, guys.

Hetty wants to conference.

I have some disturbing news.

The two men who met with Ensign Powell worked for the I. S. I., the Pakistani intelligence agency.

We also got access to Powell's safety-deposit box.

There were four envelopes, each containing $12, 000 in cash.

So, Powell was selling information to Pakistan.

You were right.

SEALs don't k*ll for jealousy.

But they would k*ll a traitor.

The window is closing on the lives of the hostages.

Once they're moved, in all likelihood, we're not gonna get another sh*t at them.

Two hours and 15 minutes.

We're well aware of the clock, Commander.

Then you're releasing my team?

Ensign Powell was selling intelligence, most likely about your SEALs, to I. S. I. agents in Los Angeles.

You're sure?

Yes.

Then you need to turn over everything you know about the breach in security.

We will.

And release my team.

We can't do that, sir.

If this mission has been compromised, it's D. O. D.'s and my call whether to continue.

Your men are being held as suspects in the death of Ensign Powell.

What are you trying to do here, Agent Hanna?

They will be arrested and taken into custody.

Then understand this.

The lives of two Americans are on your head.

I am well aware of the consequences, Commander.

(door opens)

DEEKS: Sam?

Petty Officer Foster wants to talk to you.

He says it's urgent.

You got something to tell me?

I want to make a confession.

I received intel reports there was chatter among Taliban officials which indicated knowledge of my team's deployment.

I knew that the only person down the chain of command with access to this information was Ensign Powell.

I know what you're doing.

Don't do it.

I followed Powell.

Saw him meet with two men and receive an envelope.

Then, last night...

You left the movie theater by yourself?

Told my team I wasn't feeling well and stepped out.

I returned to base through the fence.

I confronted Powell, he drew a w*apon, we fought, and I stabbed him.

The wound was not critical.

I dressed it, I searched his room, found a large sum of cash in his footlocker, confirming he was the individual selling classified information.

It was then I realized he was not breathing.

I performed CPR, but he did not respond.

So, you let him bleed out?

I don't know. I...

I don't believe so.

I was... I was just going to question Powell, and find out what other intel he had revealed, detain him 48 hours until after the mission was completed.

But you didn't get him any medical attention, and he d*ed.

I'm trained in combat medicine.

I did not believe his wound was critical.

Then you moved him to the impact zone... by yourself?

I acted alone.

No!

I'm not buying it.

I acted alone.

You were part of a team.

You all went to the movies, you all made up the alibi, and you all came back to the base.

My team had no knowledge of my action either before, during or after I k*lled Ensign Powell.

Listen to me.

You're giving up everything for men who had a part in this.

Your career is over.

You're going to prison.

Negligent homicide!

By confessing my crime, I am protecting the mission.

(sighs)

I am a Navy SEAL.

It's what we do.

(beeping)

Hey, Kaleidoscope just got a hit on the wounded I. S. I. agent's car.

It's parked at a motel in Compton.

Notify Kensi and Deeks.

Yeah. Eric, we got it.

Chief Green told me Foster confessed.

You have your suspect.

This is over.

He's taking the fall for them.

What about the mission?

We came here for the truth, Commander, not a scapegoat.

I'll get Hetty.

Wait.

(door closes)

I'm waiting.

I got something.

But I got to do it alone.

You can't be a part of it.

Please.

Okay.

Bring them all in the room.

(door bursts open)

Clear.

Clear.

KENSI: Deeks?

DEEKS: Yeah?

I've got a laptop.

(sighs)

Thanks.

Eric, he left his laptop.

Looks like he wiped it clean.

We'll get it back to you.

KENSI: Funny, there was no Internet in the room.

He needs to use a secure connection in order to send the intelligence.

DEEKS: Why?

NELL: Because Pakistan is our ally.

They supposedly don't have any agents operating in the United States.

Just like we supposedly don't have any agents operating in Pakistan.

As I said, a secure connection.

Can never trace it back to him.

ERIC: Okay, so, scanning the area, I got a business that's been red-flagged by Homeland Security.

It's a Pakistan communications company with secure satellite access.

Sending you the address now.

On it.

(sighs)

You all left the movie theater, cut the fence, reentered the base.

You restrained, questioned and k*lled Ensign Powell.

Then disposed of his body in the impact zone.

Petty Officer Torres, how'd that movie end?

This guy was stealing identities, and then in the end, he fell for the girl, tried to get with her, and he had a...

Change of heart.

Change of heart. Yeah.

(scoffs)

You men seem to have your story together.

Two people are about to die.

You have a confession!

MPs found it a half hour ago.

That's not my Kn*fe.

How do you know without looking at it?

I told you, I lost it clearing a house in Kandahar.

But you confessed that you used it on Ensign Powell.

That was a different Kn*fe.

Oh. So now we have two knives?

Whose fingerprints are going to be on this if it's not your Kn*fe?

I... have a...

Stop talking.

It's a duplicate Kn*fe.

It's too late!

Story's falling apart, gentlemen.

It's over!

You happy?

No.

Because to me, being a SEAL means honor and integrity.

It means something.

We would never shame ourselves by compromising the truth.

You want it?

Really?

That's why I'm here.

SEAL to SEAL.

(static crackles)

Agent Callen, I hope your partner knows what he's doing.

He's doing what he has to do.

No cameras.

No one hears what's said in this room.

SEAL to SEAL.

Someone turns against you on the b*ttlefield, you k*ll him.

Might even get a medal for it.

But now it's in your backyard, and suddenly, it's unpalatable.

You could have turned him in.

We were going to.

After the mission had been completed.

If we revealed the breach in security, the mission could have been terminated.

They are going to behead that woman.

You know that.

GREEN: Mark Rowe.

Former SEAL.

I served two years with him.

He has a wife and a child, and even with that, Mark would have d*ed for me.

We had our mission.

Powell was the enemy.

The choice was clear.

To k*ll him.

No, absolutely not.

Everything that Petty Officer Foster told you was the truth.

We entered his room.

Powell wasn't there; we split up to search for him.

I found him outside smoking.

Powell knew it was over.

He drew his sidearm.

We struggled.

I stabbed him.

It was in self-defense.

HODGKINS: The wound was not critical.

We gave him medical attention and searched his room.

Then he stopped breathing.

All on his own?

As far as we could determine, yes.

And none of you felt any malice or vengeance for a man who put the entire team in danger.

Hm?

Betraying his country for money?

It was all for the mission?

What's in your heart when you confront the enemy, Chief Hanna?

(car doors slam shut)

This is it.

Back door's open.

Eric, you sure he's in there?

NELL: Zoom in.

Yeah, it looks like he went in five minutes ago.

He's there.

HETTY: Detective, that transmission cannot be uploaded.

(door closes)

(sighs)

We're a go/no-go, Agent Hanna.

Either they leave now, or the mission is aborted.

You have your confession.

Our team has eyes on the I. S. I. agent.

This mission's been compromised.

You really gonna send your guys in there?

KENSI: Federal agents!

DEEKS: Don't move!

(g*nshots)

(beeping)

Eric, it's uploading.

ERIC: I don't think I can stop it.

(g*nshots)

(electrical hissing)

It's okay. I got it.

Subtle.

(g*nsh*t)

Eric, any of that come through?

I don't know.

It was a secure connection.

(computer beeping)

Mr. Callen?

The transmission was terminated.

We don't know if any information was uploaded.

Okay.

Transmission was stopped, but we don't know if it got through.

It doesn't matter.

We're going anyway.

What's it gonna be?

Are my men getting on that plane?

Sam.

(sighs)

Finding no physical evidence, I have no suspects at this time in the death of Ensign Powell.

Put your team on a plane.

Including Petty Officer Foster.

That plane better be fueled and ready.

Wheels up in ten.

You director aware of your findings?

Get your men on the plane.

Quickly.

This could cost you everything.

Right.

Let's get out of here.

(sighs)

Chief Green?

Bring them home.

We'll do our best.

KENSI: Hey.

Hey.

So...

Publicly the Pakistan government is denying any involvement.

DEEKS: They are claiming that their former agents had gone rogue.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

HETTY: My office, Mr. Hanna.

You made a huge decision without my authority.

I did what I had to do.

How do we proceed from here?

I believe there's not enough evidence to proceed at this time.

What about Petty Officer Foster's confession?

The recording system malfunctioned.

There's no record of a confession.

Petty Officer Foster has nothing else to say at this time.

I cannot allow those men to walk away.

No.

You cannot.

I understand what you have to do.

Hey, satellite's up, feed is live.

(g*nf*re and explosions on feed)

SEAL: All team members, contact left, contact left!

(a*t*matic weapons f*ring)

HODGKINS: I'm hit! I'm hit!

I think that's Hodgkins.

I can't walk! I can't walk!

Go! Go!

SEAL: Does anyone have eyes on Two?

(sighs)

I say again: Does anyone have eyes on Two?

It's not a game.

SEAL: Three Platoon, Three Platoon.

No, it's not.

SEAL: Contact. Contact.

(g*nf*re continues)

Powell was an asthmatic.

His mouth was taped.

He was stressed.

He probably had an att*ck.

The wound didn't k*ll him.

Autopsy just came in, confirmed it.

Agent Hanna didn't know this.

But that's just the thing.

He did, Hetty.

He knew the character of those men.

We're not judge and jury.

He allowed suspects in a m*rder case to walk.

He destroyed evidence.

Yes, he did.

Sam would die for what's right.

He may have just done that, Mr. Callen.

(g*nf*re continues on live feed)

SEAL: Forward fire from all directions.

SEAL 2: 31, I need a sitrep.

SEAL 3: Two's down! Two's down!

I need evac.

(g*nf*re)

SEAL 2: Requesting medevac.

What's happening?

Hodgkins can't walk.

I do not have eyes on the packages.

I say again, I do not have eyes on the packages.

FOSTER: I'm hit! I'm hit!

That's Foster.

SEAL 1: Foster's down.

SEAL 2: Sergeant One, I need a sitrep now.

SEAL 3: Ambush! Ambush!

We don't know if the transmission got through.

They may be compromised.

Taliban knew they were coming.

SEAL: ...on Five and Six...

(indistinct)

All team on deck.

All team on deck.

You copy? Over.

Do you read me? Over.

(static crackling)

(sighs heavily)

SEAL: Targets acquired.

Look.

Right there, that's Green.

That's Rowe.

And that's Loretta Davis.

Evac'ing two W. I. A.

Cobra One, copy.

Angel One, copy.

That could have been a trap.

But those men went anyway.

That's what we do.

Mr. Hanna.

I've decided to follow your recommendation and close the investigation.

I'll take care of this.

Thank you.

No, Mr. Hanna.

Thank you.
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