Beirut Page #6

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- Come on, guys.

- Are you serious?

- You like this, don't you, Gary?

Two birds? One stone?

You've been trying to push

an Israeli invasion along for months.

You might want to check with your boss.

-I'm not the Christmas help.

-I'll be calling the Secretary.

- Do what you have to do.

- Count on it.

See what you been missing around here?

We're putting a plan in place.

Well, we're in play. That's the good news.

Let's see what comes back.

Did you get a chance to tell him?

Alice is in town.

She flew in from Athens this morning.

She's obviously upset.

She's gone back to their old apartment,

which is no longer a safe neighborhood.

We need to get her out of there.

He's on his way.

Ma'am, Skiles is here.

Alice.

If that's for me...

No?

It's warm anyway.

They've had the electricity off all day.

Don Gaines told me you were an alcoholic.

Guess that makes sense.

God knows what he says about me.

I know it's a lot to take in right now.

I know they want me out of here.

You've got the girls to think about.

You say that as if you know them.

The girls are fine.

They're living with my parents...

in blissful ignorance of all things adult.

Do you think Cal's still alive?

I do.

People seem very motivated.

How they seem? In Beirut?

Most of the people you're talking to

would love to see him disappear.

People like who?

Cal thought he'd earned the right

to have an opinion.

You'd think someone with so many secrets

would be able to keep their mouth shut.

-About what?

-Seriously?

Israel will fail here.

They'll drown,

like everyone who came before them.

Just don't dare say it out loud.

-Is that what he's done?

-Oh, for chrissake.

Look, Alice, I'm doing everything I can.

-To do what?

-To save him.

Well, you've proven you can crush him.

Bringing him back to life

may be a little harder.

Oh, God, this place.

Staying here...

All the things we might've done.

We could've gone anywhere.

You, know, I think really, in the end,

he's been waiting for you to come back

and tell him it's okay to leave.

And here you are.

But it's too late.

You can tell them I'm leaving tonight.

And you owe me a favor.

When you left Beirut, I packed your house.

Dishes, papers, Nadia's clothes,

all of it...

Cal doesn't make it out of here,

you pack this place up for me.

I think that's fair.

She's ready to go.

- He's on his way down.

- Copy.

Monsieur Skiles.

Come, come!

We don't have a lot of time.

He's on his way?

Yeah.

He's coming to you.

Mason?

Mason?

He disappeared. Let's move.

Slow down!

Get her out of there

right now.

F***.

Slow down.

Follow me!

No, no further.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

No.

Get in!

You went to Israel.

Yes, Karim, they said maybe they have him.

-So, now we're waiting.

-What? Maybe?

You wait for them?

Bullshit! You wait for nothing!

-You... Shut up!

-We are trying. They know it's important.

You have to tell them to make it work!

Karim, I got back two hours ago!

We are trying.

Find a stop.

- I need to see Cal.

- Impossible.

I need to see Cal and speak to him.

Find Rafid first.

-If I had your brother, I'd let you talk.

-Impossible.

It's only impossible if he's dead.

Get out.

Are you kidding me?

I'm supposed to trust you now?

Get out!

You're the reason I'm here!

I gave my life up to protect you!

Get out!

Listen to me very closely

if you want to see your brother again.

I don't make a move until I talk to Cal.

We don't have him.

What?

-We looked.

-No.

We don't have him.

-The wheels are in motion, Roni.

-Oh, we should worry?

You wait three days to tell us

Cal Riley is a hostage?

What if he talks?

We might have people in danger now.

Without Abu Rajal,

this doesn't give me many options.

- Work with what you have.

- And what do I have? Say it.

You had the whole ride up

to think about it.

You know what I want, Gary.

Say it.

Make this the moment.

Make Riley the breaking point.

"US Embassy staff grabbed off the streets,

kidnapped, killed.

The monsters have taken over Lebanon.

Something needs to be done."

Give us the green light.

We could clear this place out in a month.

Just burn Cal

and give Israel the keys to the city?

We should worry for him?

-He's been a thorn in our side for years.

-Cal's network? His assets?

You think the agency's

just gonna throw all that away?

If he's not back soon,

they won't have a choice.

Oh, God.

You've got lemons, Gary.

Make some lemonade.

You have any idea how many people

we have looking for you?

Obviously, not enough.

This kid, the messenger, says what?

"Follow me"?

He gave me a note.

It had one word on it. "Karim."

I didn't have a lot of time

to make a decision.

-No one shows up?

-No, the kid bails on me.

I fall down, walk back here.

I didn't see anybody out there

looking for me.

I'm not staying.

Another one for me, please.

Take off your belt.

What?

Under the table.

I'm giving you a new belt.

A transmitter?

I can't lose you again.

Now, do us both a favor.

You're speaking at the university

tomorrow, so make that your nightcap.

And get something to eat.

Merci.

We're five days

and counting, Gaines.

How much longer can you wait

before you start pulling Cal's people?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

What if this is all bullshit,

and they've been working Cal over

from the start?

That's Mossad talking.

F*** that, it's common sense.

But I hate to say it, Gaines,

Cal talks...

you want to be waiting for bodies

to pile up on the Embassy sidewalk?

Tel Aviv loves this, don't they?

We're gonna lose every asset we've got.

They'll be the only game left in town.

It's a tough decision,

but I need to know

you're thinking about it clearly.

Just give me 12 more hours.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

What the hell are we gonna do with Skiles?

Do with him? He's a drunk.

He's got the belt now,

so keep an eye on him.

He fucks anything up, well...

it's always good to have someone to blame.

Thank you. Yes, and next question. You.

With the striped shirt and the glasses.

And do speak up. Don't be shy.

Mr. Skiles,

you worked on the Paris peace talks

when you were very young.

Was that your first negotiation?

Uh...

My first? No.

No, not by a long shot. Uh...

I was raised as an only child

in a very small home with two people

who basically hated each other

just enough to stay together.

So, I guess you could say I've been

mediating since before I was born.

So, to give you some kind of context,

when I was about nine years old,

one night

my father came home

from one of his girlfriends' house.

And my mother served him

for dinner that night

about a dozen of his best racing pigeons.

It would be about ten more years

before I heard the term

"Mutually Assured Destruction,"

but rest assured, I was very familiar

with it growing up in that--

- Go, go! Go!

- Look for channel 5!

No, channel 6.

- Get me my beacon.

- Working on it.

Let me help you, sir. Mr. Teppler.

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