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of the Chinese government,

who leaked the false information

in the hopes of undermining the

current U.S. trade negotiations.

This is Frankk Nall,

live in Hong Kong.

- [ Gasping ]

- Mr. Muir?

- [ Shouting In Chinese ]

- [ Screaming ]

[ Chuckling ]

Told you you'd miss it.

Who do you trust

in military intelligence?

I co-signed

Martha Rayburn's car loan.

Listen, Gladys.

I gotta buy some time here.

I'm gonna need Imagery Analysis

for a military prison nearSu Chou.

And ifyou use the phones,

don't use these.

Any chance I could

lose my job over this?

Good. I didn't want to work

for Andy Unger anyway.

[ Door Closes ]

[ People Chattering,

Live And On Radios ]

I know who it is.

I know who Bishop was after.

Well, so do we.

But do you know why?

[ Snickering ]

I mean, if anybody

knew the back story,

I mean, it would,

well, uh,

It's just that it would make

a congressional hearing

really worth watching.

By the way, that's not

in the op reports.

[ Beeping ]

Muir, you're not cleared

to be in here.

Relax, Kappler.

If I didn't have clearance,

how did I get in?

Where's this report?

I just came from

the seventh floor,

and there's some people

pretty disappointed

it hasn't arrived yet.

Hold on!

What report?

You were at the briefing.

I'm talking about Tom Bishop.

Bishop went rogue.

Yeah, and they were gonna...

pull him out until

somebody up there--

and I'm not gonna say who--

said that your department claimed

there weren't enough resources.

Who said that?

Look, I can buy some time

while you pull this together.

Now, Operation Sideshow.

That's near the prison, right?

NearSu Chou.

China. Come on.

Any air support?

[ Beeping ]

Oh.

[ Si ghs ]

Sh*t, that's probably Fol ger.

Yup.

[ Si ghs ]

P'eng Hu Islands.

Commander Wiley's

outfit.

Forty minutes from

Su Chou Prison.

Thank you.

Oh, hey,

I'm having a little retirement

dinnerparty tonight.

- Services library. Say, 7:00?

- Sure.

You know, I uh--

[ Chuckles ]

I didn't know you liked me.

[ Laughing ]

[ Door Closing]

What was that all about?

What did Muir want?

What?

He was just talking.

- What about?

- His party.

I don't think

you're invited.

Gladys?

[Phone Ringing]

[Rings, Beeps ]

Hello?

It's me.

- Where are you?

- First floor coffee shop.

- Talk to me.

- Imagery Analysis. They've got

every angle on the prison...

you could want,

collecting dust.

Gladys?

Get me whatever they have.

That'll have to go

through Folger's office.

I'm aware of that.

I also need info on an outfit

of ours in the P'eng Hu Islands.

- Commander Wiley's outfit.

- Muir?

Muir, wait up.

And call Kappler

in the map room.

- Tell him my party's cancelled.

- Your party?

- [ Hanging Up, Beeping ]

- [ Dial Tone ]

We're gonna need you

upstairs a bit longer.

[ElevatorDings]

What's that?

I said, we're gonna need you

upstairs a bit longer.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs Deeply ]

You got something

in your teeth.

Harker says you might care

to enlighten us on information

that's not in your op reports?

I just want

to help out.

Is it relevant

to the issue at hand?

I know who

Bishop was after.

Elizabeth Hadley.

Pull up what we have

on Hadley.

[Man Clearing Throat ]

[ Beeping ]

It was a tip of the sword

deal, out of Beirut.

Intended to be clean

and efficient in a place

that was anything but.

By '85, the place

was a ni ghtmare.

[Announcer]...tookk Beirut

and surrounding areas into

a new round ofbitter fighting.

Sheikh Salameh

was our target.

He ran a large terrorist faction

that had takken out a number

ofAmerican targets,

including at least one

of the embassy bombings...

that left 2 12 people dead--

mostly civilians.

An assassination

was not an option.

He needed to appear to die

ofnatural causes, to avoid

violent repercussions,

and even more bloodshed--

his base of operations was Cyprus.

What we knew about hi m was

that he was extremely dangerous,

extremely paranoid,

and he was

planning a trip to Beirut

to see the family doctor.

[ Camera Clickking ]

I sent Bishop in

a couple of months

ahead of me,

to makke contacts and get within

strikking distance ofthe sheikkh.

dd [Arab ]

I set him up

at the Commodore.

Where all the flackks

and the expatriates stayed.

[ No Aud i ble Dialogue ]

H is cover was

as a photojournalist.

He was good.

- He was talented.

He had a good eye.

- [ Camera Clicking ]

Probably had

a photography merit badge

stuffed in a drawer at home.

It wasn 't that much

different from 'Nam, actually,

so it wasn 't long...

- before he was right at home.

- [ Camera Cl icki n g ]

Tookk him seven weekks...

but Bishop found a way

to get to the sheikkh.

- H i.

- H i.

[ Chatteri ng I n Arabic ]

[ Arabic ]

[ Elizabeth ]

Yeah, uh, tobacco, see, cigarettes--

It's for the children,

for God's sake.

Fine.

[ Children Shouting ]

Okay, calm down.

[ Chuckkling ]

Calm down!

[ Muir]

Bishop delivered

medical supplies...

to the refugee camp.

He'd negotiated a deal with

a new contact in order to get

closer to the sheikkh 's doctor.

- [ Shutter Clickking ]

- Takke the antibiotics

and the morphine...

strai ght to the doctor;

the rest of the stuff,

the hypos, the bandages--

[ Elizabeth Continues,

Indistinct ]

- [ Dialogue Faint, Distant ]

- [ Shutter Clickking ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

Oh, f***.

Hey, what happened

to the kid over here?

Oh, he was trying

to take the hill.

It's in the north end

of the camp.

If they make it, they're clear

into a safe zone where they can

get medical supplies and food.

Of course, they've got

to make it back.

- There we go, honey.

- [ Child Whimpers ]

[Shutter Clickking ]

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'd like to come back

and do a story on the doc.

Maybe get something

published for you.

[ Chuckles ]

For me?

Yeah, let the world know

what's goin' on here.

Well, I don't know,

Terry.

Maybe we can

work something out.

[ Car Starting ]

[ Refugees Chattering ]

Anyway, Bishop did

a "day in the life"

spread on the doctor...

that we got printed

in the Times.

So, with that relationship

intact, things lookked good.

[ Chuckling ]

It's good.

Then again,

this was Beirut.

We didn't know when

the doctor was going to be

giving the sheikh his physical,

but it was our only

opportunity to takke him out.

So, I didn't have

the usual time

to butter him up,

which means we needed

twice the sex with

half the foreplay.

[ Ringing ]

- Hello?

- [ Driver ] Muir has arrived.

Huh?

Can you get

over here soon?

[ Sighing ]

Right. Okay.

Good.

All right.

[ Yawning ]

What's wrong?

Uh, Israeli troops.

Movin' into the Bekaa Valley.

Mm.

Where in the Bekaa?

South end.

God, it's 5:
30.

With the roadblocks,

you won't get there till noon.

Yeah, so the shots

won't be so pretty.

dd [ Muezzin ]

All right, I'm up.

What's so important?

- Hey, it's a new day.

- Far too early, you psycho.

What is it?

The Sheikh Ali Salemeh,

he's moving.

How?

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