13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi Page #2

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Damn kids!

This is the bathroom.

This is you.

That's me.

This curtain is meant to discourage

you from spooning with me. So...

Daddy, what do you do when

you go away for work?

Can't you work here?

We could have

a treehouse business.

That sounds amazing.

Then we could

always be together.

You know, the girls don't

need a treehouse, Jack.

They need you.

I just hope that one day, you're

not gonna wake up and realize

you missed the best

part of life.

You contractors

are all married with kids,

yet none of you wear wedding rings.

Why is that?

Our job

is reading people.

So, we can't give

anyone an edge,

especially bad guys

that might use it.

I know you and Tyrone

go way back,

so I'll be frank.

The company thinks you should be here.

I don't.

Truth is, there is

no real threat here.

We won the revolution

for these people.

The more guns

there are here,

the more likely there is

to be a misunderstanding.

This is my last station

before retiring.

I don't need

a misunderstanding.

Is that clear?

Loud and.

These are your credentials,

two weeks per diem.

I'd spend them quick.

Things change fast

here in Benghazi.

We have the brightest minds

from the Farm,

educated at Harvard and Yale,

doing important work.

Best thing for you to do

is stay out of their way.

F***!

Quiet!

You act

like animals!

It's a CPU

at Pepe's.

It's all pretty

simple stuff, guys.

Public meet.

Libyan oil company

exec and his wife.

Case Officers

Vayner and Jillani.

Jillani's been developing

this guy for months.

"Developing" is their

new tech word for spy sh*t.

Jack, since this is

your first time with us,

you're gonna be posing

as Jillani's husband.

I rode b*tch last week.

She's a little spicy.

Oz, Tig, limo.

Boon, Tanto, follow.

You?

I drive.

Hey, Jack,

this is Sona,

she's an American

who grew up in France,

which makes her

really friendly.

Nice to meet you.

Careful, Jack, I think

she's flirting with you.

Okay. Let's keep the

make-nice to a minimum.

I want to hook

this guy tonight.

He wants

to work with us.

Move too fast and

you'll frighten him off.

I know how

to do this!

He's new.

Not to this.

I don't understand.

Why do they keep changing

security guards on us?

They think we

need babysitting.

Okay. So just drink your coffee.

Don't try to help.

Don't talk, either.

My name is "Nazia," a

lobbyist for Exxon Mobil.

Brit is "Peter," my boss. And

you're my husband, "Jack."

Hang on.

Jack's my real name.

It is?

Fantastic.

It's nice to see

you again, Fahreed.

Let me introduce

you to my boss, Peter.

- Hi.

- Hello.

And this is Jack,

my husband.

How are you?

Very nice to meet you.

This is my wife.

Nice meeting you.

This is the best Italian

restaurant. Come.

Fantastic.

- Please, after you.

- Thank you.

Hey.

What's up?

Hey, Oz. They're in.

You got eyes?

Yeah, just enjoying a little

Italian beanery here.

You wouldn't know

a good coffee bean

from a lump of squirrel

sh*t, country boy.

Just make sure you

pick me up a bag of

that whole bean Arabica

Intenso on the way out.

Fahreed, you can contact us

with this phone in the future.

Good.

And if you give me

a call in three days,

I would love to

see the manifest,

and we can go

over the details.

- Very good.

- Perfect.

Hey.

What's the Chief's

number-one rule?

Don't get out

of the car?

No, I'm getting

out of the car.

He's on the move.

Cairo is great!

Now, that is

an underrated city.

What I really love

is the Nile Valley.

The Nile Valley

is beautiful.

Yes, it's beautiful,

but it's too busy.

We had a bit of

a fight this morning.

No, we didn't.

Good price. Two.

Two, sir. Good price.

The rocket.

Russian rocket.

Come on, Oz,

pick up the phone.

We are weighing a serious

move on the Syrian market.

We got to go.

So, that's why we really

need your shipping support.

Sorry to rush off.

Babysitter.

I'm so sorry,

but we will be in touch.

Sorry again.

Let's go.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go. Get in.

Don't you ever handle

me like that again!

Who the f*** do

you think you are?

You never get out

of the car, ever!

You just f***ing

blew that meet.

Picked up a tail.

See the green van?

That's your tail.

Shake and bake!

Green van behind you.

We're on it.

Make a left,

then another left.

This is my second war tour! I

know what I'm f***ing doing.

Well, this is my 12th.

If they got pictures of us,

then we need to get them.

I would love to,

but that's not our job.

"Protect, not engage."

The Chief's orders.

Got 'em right behind.

Get out of

the f***ing road!

- Careful.

- Rone, coming up on your left!

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Switch sides.

He's on you tight, man.

He's getting aggressive.

Yeah. I see him.

I see him.

Jack, if he gets

too close, drop him.

Watch out!

I might not have

gone to Harvard,

but I'm pretty

sure that was a tail.

Hey, guys.

- Hi, Daddy!

- Hi, Daddy!

Hey! Good to see you.

Guys, guys, take a look.

Meet my new friend.

- Isn't he cool?

- Ew. It's gross!

He is a grand master

at catching flies.

All day, he just sits here

and grabs one at a time.

Are you gonna shave

your beard, Daddy?

Well, depends on

what Mommy thinks.

Beck,

what do you think?

Very handsome.

How's kindergarten, Em?

Today is my turn

to feed Winston.

Very cool, very cool.

Who is Winston?

He's the

class goldfish!

Mommy says I can bring

him home one weekend.

Be nice to have a man

around the house?

Okay.

Can we

go play now?

GRS meet in the team room.

Is everything okay?

Babe, I think I got to go.

Was that Ty?

It's just a muster call.

It's probably nothing.

- Okay.

- Sorry.

Just tell the girls I say

I love them, all right?

I'll call you tomorrow.

I love you. Bye.

Silva! You're f***ing late!

As usual.

Glen Doherty.

What's up, brother?

Rone said you were in Tripoli.

What's the occasion?

Ambassador Chris Stevens

is coming in from Tripoli

Monday morning.

Well,

you'll be home.

Not anymore.

Three of us extended.

The Ambassador is staying at

the Special Mission Compound

at his own insistence.

I know.

I know it's a problem.

And here's the thing.

The Ambassador isn't some

dilettante political appointee.

He's the real deal.

A true believer.

He's there to win

hearts and minds.

Now, he can't

very well do that

operating out of

a classified facility

that doesn't

officially exist.

If he's racking at the consulate

with his State detail,

then what f*** does this

have to do with us?

He's traveling with no staff,

just a two-man security team.

Now, the State guys don't know

the city like you guys do.

The Ambassador insisted

on local drivers,

but we won

that argument.

- So we're chauffeurs now.

- Yeah.

Highly trained,

highly paid chauffeurs.

Chief won't

go for it.

He doesn't want

us doing anything.

He didn't go for it.

But he got outranked.

Now, the Ambassador

deserves the best,

and that's GRS, right?

Hey. Right here.

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