Previously on The Unit.
You're a reporter for the Washington Tribune.
We're gonna take you home.
Where exactly is this T1 line?
They deserve our help.
--
Get a chest tube in me. Who's the doctor here?
-- He's unconscious.
Scapula's broken up. Could've cut the artery.
He's stable, and the package is secure.
We did it again.All right, let's go.
Sniper. Get us out of here.
More shooters. Heavy guns.
We're not gonna be able to shake 'em. Reloading.
I gotta get outta here! No. Cuff him.
You talk, I will put a hood over your head and strap it down tight.
You got that? Give me your hand grenade.
The next time we turn, I want you to shoot to the left side of that truck.
I want them to see tracers. Force 'em wide right.
Hector?
Betty Blue, Hammerhead is gone.
Hammerhead is dead. You're gonna have to save yourself now.
-- Breathe. Breathe.
Keep your heart rate down.
Lift your feet up. Why is that?
Face is red, raise the head. Face is pale, raise the tail.
Right. What does that mean?
I gotta keep the blood in my brain or I'm gonna die of shock.
Now you're thinking. What's your mission?
Stay alive, Top.
Dogpatch 0-6, this is Snake Doctor.
Status report. Send your reports.
One, Kilo, India, Alpha, Hammerhead.
Whiskey, India, Alpha, Betty Blue.
Three okay. Snake Doctor, say again.
Casualties, over. I say again.
Hammerhead down.
Sergeant Medawar, alert Graves Registration.
Pull the file on Sgt. Hector Williams. Right away.
We are exfilling to the secondary extraction site.
Confirm the beats.
Snake Doctor, do you have the precious cargo? Affirmative.
Amigo, you know that we did not rescue you out of the kindness of our hearts.
What do you want? You interviewed Abu Saeef--
the Butcher. Four months ago.
His location? I don't remember.
You're a journalist. You're paid to remember things.
I don't know. You see this man?
Look at him. He died for you. And I kinda liked him.
And it's the Butcher's people that did this.
Now I'm gonna ask you one more time.
What is the location of the Butcher?
They drove me to a building.
Ten minutes from the Commodore, up a steep hill, then it got flat.
I heard airplanes right above us. How close?
Ten minutes from his hotel puts us in this radius.
The planes approach the airport along this path.
-The only hill with a direct line from the approach is here. -
And a plateau... here.
That's where the Butcher was four months ago. No, that's where he is now.
We checked with N.S.A. There's been chatter in that location.
We have a voice signature. And a possible visual here.
Flank positions, let's go.
The Butcher's 14 clicks out from here.
Snake Doctor, your job's done. Return to base.
I'm sending in the Bravo team. They'll clean up the Butcher.
No. This is either a job for a thousand men or one.
Snake Doctor?
Get him back.
There's no response. A Mr. Sack, sir--
From the White House. Which line?
Everybody out.
I just lost a man on your mission.
Well, we have a problem, and it's bigger than one man.
Is that so? This mission was covert.
Black in, black out. Your team screwed up.
That was the old plan. Welcome to the new one.
U.P.I. is going with the story that American forces rescued a hostage in Beirut.
The White House denies American forces were involved...
because we weren't involved.
Do you read me?
Your team needs to be out of Beirut now.
Let's go. Move it, move it.
Now!Yes, sir.
Got the location of the Butcher.
Let's go get him. No.
Get on the boat. You can't go there alone.
One man. I'm not gonna tell your wife I've lost another.
You want me to tell your wife? Your wife's tougher than my wife.
Get in.
I'll see you in Cyprus.
* Give me your secrets Bring me a sign *
* Give me a reason to walk the fire *
* See another dawn
* Through a daughter's eyes
* You give me a reason to walk the fire **
As-salaam alaikum.
-American? Citizen of the world. My password is Salma.
Oh, that's not today's password. It's my password.
What does it mean? Beautiful woman.
What took you so long?
You know, I wasn't going to kill you up until right now.
I have something your boss wants.
How did we get here, buddy?
If we'd left from the south exit, we could've...
covered the rooftops for snipers.
Re-flanked the truck.
Don't bother. It's not worth the time.
I don't want any toe taggers touching his body.
One of your men never showed. Jonas Blane.
Is that so? Well, here's how I square it.
Either you purposefully lied to me or your man's gone rogue.
These are my choices? Did you order your man back in?
I did. Is there a reason you neglected to tell me?
Operational security. I have A-16 clearance.
How happy you must be. I have the clearance.
Then you know what the mission was. Rescue the hostage.
See if he could lead us to Abu the Butcher.
Get this Blane character the hell out of there.
Lost radio contact. How is that possible?
I told him to shoot the radio.
I'm telling you that I'm not wearing a saddle, so stay off my ass.
You got some loose ends. Well, what might those be?
The journalist. Your little secret operation's gonna end up on CNN.
I've got a checkrein on it. You'd best have.
The president's going on national television tonight...
to announce his Mid-East peace accord.
He calls it his legacy. So if you can't change our reporter's mind,
the saddle's going on.
You're wounded. It's not my blood.
How is he? Somebody did some heroic field surgery.
A bullet that close to his artery-- Which one of you?
Well, your friend's gonna make it.
He's in pain but stable enough to be medevaced home.
You look like a rock star. I'm drugged up, strung out.
Looks good on you, dude. -They're gonna medevac you.
Where's Hector? He's right behind you.
Then I'm staying. Look, we're gonna get you home.
Hector's on his way.
There's a concern about loose ends.
I understand what I have to do, Colonel.
The journalist was not rescued by Americans.
No, sir.
Tell me what you need. He's been "Stockholmed." Thinks we're the bad guys.
I'm gonna need a couple days to put his head back where it belongs.
Eighteen hours he's being fed to a press conference.
And if we can't break him down?
Mack will stay with Williams's body. Get it cleaned.
We're running Play 16. Roger that.
Colonel, any word from Snake Doctor? No.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I do something for you,
you do something for me-- and I need your help.
No, I'm not doing anything for you.
I'm an American, and I'm a journalist.
I've got rights. You can't hold me. Nobody knows you're here.
As far as the world knows, you're dead inside prison-- or dead in a ditch.
There's gonna be a press conference.
At that conference, we need you to say...
that there were no Americans involved in your rescue.
No. I'm not gonna lie. We saved your life. One of our men died for you.
No. I did not ask you to come in and kick down doors and shoot innocent people!
Your captors were going to kill you. No.
They told me they weren't gonna kill me. They lied to you.
They killed 11 hostages before you. They are terrorists.
Now, maybe you think that the Butcher is a deeply misunderstood man.
But let me tell you something. He kills Americans.
I got pictures. You want to see them?
Four months in that prison, man. I know they tortured you.
I know it. I've been tortured. I know what that's like.
They forced you to say things. They forced you to believe things.
I get it. And now-- And now you want me to lie.
No. No, I want you to understand the stakes...
to which you expose us and the next American in trouble--
The next Granger that we are tasked with getting out.
I tell the truth.
You're a journalist. That's right.
Okay, tell me.
Have you ever had to slant a story in order to get to a deeper truth?
No. You're a liar.
You've lost weight. You just never saw me in this shirt.
You somehow have gotten uglier.
Want me to shoot him? Mmm. Give him back his guns.
And these guns-- Made in America.
Long way from home.
I need your help.
And what are you offering me?
The Butcher's head.
The Butcher can't be found. And yet I did it.
I'm half blind and rolling in money.
I am the enemy of your enemy.
And thus I call you friend.
And you want your friend to do your dirty work. No.
I do your dirty work.
And what's your plan?
A bomb? No.
I need a garage, welding supplies, and a few of your men.
And?
When I'm done, you can drag the Butcher through the streets.
Grey's stable, but he's still in a lot of pain.
He's landing at 1700. When can we see him?
Doc says he'll be out in a week. And Hector?
You all know the drill. And I thank you all for your help.
I don't think I'm the best person. These are the orders.
Hector's family? I gave his parents your address.
They're gonna come by and collect Hector's key.
I'll tell Annie. How close were they?
He wanted to marry her. Did she know what his work was?
She was ex-army. Two tours.
She didn't hear the words, but she knew.
Annie, I--
I have news about Hector.
Bad news.
Annie, he's gone.
Oh, I'm sorry, Tiffy. You're sorry?
You knew him for years. He was just a guy I met.
He was in love with you. Yeah, well, not me.
Never fall in love with a soldier--
Especially one pretending to be a logistics clerk. That was my rule.
That's a good rule.
Um, what happened?
They'll never tell us. And you're okay with that?
I'm getting used to it. Yeah, well, not me.
You know what I liked about Hector? That he was--
That he was a straight shooter. Right from the heart.
You want a tequila shot? Yeah.
Sorry.
That's water, baby. That's water. Come on.
Shh. Shh, shh.
Sergeant, I'm the M.E., Captain Bowen.
Let's see what we got here.
This is your buddy's chest cavity.
Got a foreign object right here. A bullet.
And you were there when it was fired?
Yes, sir.
With your permission, I need to handle the body.
Looks like it came through the neck here, snapping the cerebral cortex.
He wouldn't have felt anything.
Then into the chest cavity, where it lodged here. That's what we figured.
Downward angle through here.
Sniper.
I'm gonna need the bullet. Of course.
What's the cover story? Play 16.
I'll issue the death certificate, and we'll prepare the remains for burial.
No traces of Beirut on the body.
We'll take care of him, Sergeant,
with respect and reverence.
I'll stay. That's not necessary.
Thank you, sir. I'll stay.
That's not the truth. What do you want people to hear? The facts?
That's right. The facts. Okay.
You held a gun to an American soldier's head.
That's a fact.
You pulled the trigger. How's that for a creative headline?
The gun wasn't loaded. You didn't know that.
You have one of our secrets, and we have one of yours.
You want to trade?
Those are his personal bodyguards.
That would indicate that he's in there.
He's inside. I can get you close to him.
Slowly. Slowly works.
All except the slow part.
There's a lot of men. There's more inside.
They will die for him.
You turning shy?
Revenge is a dangerous thing, my friend.
And I will not send my men to die for another man's anger.
I'll go in first. You don't like what you see, turn around and go home.
You are serious?
[ Men Chattering In Arabic ]
This mongrel sold you out to the Butcher.
--
What do you suggest I do to him? He's your problem.
He gave you up. It's not safe to go.
He'll have more security.
Because of this mongrel, the Butcher will now expect you and kill you.
I'm still going.
He's your problem, not mine.
Here's how I solve my problems.
Now he's someone else's problem.
Granger.
Granger, what are you doing? Give me that.
What is this?
You're a murderer. You publish these words, they'd just kill people.
They'd get me killed, and they'd get you killed.
You gave me your word. I didn't give you anything.
I don't have anything to give. Make sense of this.
There are people ready to declare you an enemy combatant right now just to shut you up.
Do you want to vanish? You're threatening me.
No, I'm not threatening you. I'm your friend.
I'm the only friend you got. But I'm losing my patience.
Then I want some something.
If I'm gonna chuck my journalism degree, I want something.
What? The guy who died-- your friend--
Be very careful. Who was he?
What was he like?
You don't deserve it.
Something. You're not worthy of knowing his name.
Something, please, to make this real.
Please.
White House?
N.S.C. It was my mission-- The oversight.
So I feel connected to you...
and your colleague, Sgt. Williams.
You want water?
Ice cubes? Anything?
So you caught a bullet, huh? Yes, sir.
I just wanted to drop by in person to offer our thanks.
But I'm not here.
Just as you weren't there.
I need to make sure we're all on the same page.
What page is that again?
You were there, and you took the hit. Your friend took the hit.
We're a team from the top down.
I want to make sure we've got it straight. Got it straight?
That none of it occurred.
You mean my friend, Hector Williams?
Who was a good soldier? None of that occurred?
Easy enough, right?
I'm looking for the senior chaplain.
Uh, I'm a chaplain. Not the senior one.
Will the senior chaplain be back?
Well, there's a war happening. That's where he is.
Colonel Ryan's command issued a request for the chapel...
for Thursday at 1200 hours.
Uh, he authorized me to have the paperwork.
Hmm.
Please.
The deceased was with the 303rd Logistics.
Sgt. Hector Williams. You're related to the deceased?
No. He worked with my husband.
The body will be sent to his hometown. Yes, sir.
His family elected to bury him in a family plot.
He could've been buried at Arlington. Yes, sir.
And we'd like to do the memorial service for the Unit here at the chapel.
Uh, we're doing a group memorial in two weeks.
I'm sorry. Did you say group memorial? It's army policy.
We're short staffed and this is...
our 63rd memorial service so far this year.
If you want to look for a later date, that's what's available.
No.
We're authorized for a memorial service.
Colonel Ryan can confirm that. If you want me to call him--
No, ma'am.
The last thing I need to do is bother a colonel.
As far as getting the chapel ready, I'll do what I can.
But we ran out of candles two months ago.
I don't even have a budget for Windex.
I am sorry for your loss, but my staff is me.
Your staff just doubled.
So--
At this press conference,
what do you want me to say?
What did Jesus say to the Revlon lady?
"Don't talk to me about nails."
You're a writer.
Make up a daring escape. Write your ticket.
You're the hero of the story. That's what you really wanted, isn't it?
No.
What I wanted...
was to show the people the tragedy happening there.
Well, the truth...
is talk shows, lecture circuits,
a million dollar book deal.
Think about it. You didn't become a priest. You became a journalist.
A man escapes from a half a dozen armed guards.
People want to hear that story.
You tell that story,
and people listen to that man if he wants to talk about Lebanon.
I plan to press disciplinary actions. And you were up there--
Checking his cover story. And why?
To make sure-- To make sure that what? He held his water?
That's right.
What do you got in your pockets? Empty them out.
Are you kidding? No. Empty 'em.
Where's your body bag?
I don't have a body bag. Exactly.
But each soldier in the Unit carries their own body bag.
And until you carry one, you don't deserve to talk to my men about their code.
They signed on to not exist. For them, there is no legacy.
These men die for each other. Not for you or for your boss.
These men are warriors.
You think you need to remind them about their codes of silence?
They answer to a higher code, friend.
Let's keep this meeting on point. Your man attacked me.
A seriously wounded man on his back attacked you?
Yes.
Well, he may have dinged your ear, but I'll break your jaw.
Now get the hell off my base.
Hello, Butcher. Come on down.
We'll take the Butcher and you.
We had an understanding.
Things change.
You owe me for Tripoli.
The Butcher's death will even the debt.
Your last act on earth...
will be to see your enemy die.
He murdered my friend.
Let me have the honor of killing him.
No, he's right.
One last gift.
Imagine how this will play...
all over the world.
--
We got a boat to catch.
Hey.
Got your message.
I just got all these things going on in my head. Me too.
I didn't know where else to go but here.
You were with him.
He just kept telling me I'd make it.
And we talked about you.
You know, he was-- He was crazy about you.
Me too, about him.
I just needed to say that to somebody.
Hey, he knew.
Look, I need your help. Anything.
Can you help me get out of here? No way, soldier.
You were a medic. Yeah, and do no harm to others.
You broke your scapula and you have internal bleeding. Just take these out--
You're gonna need that for the pain. Okay, okay.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Hey, look at me.
Where exactly do you think you're going?
Hector's parents are here, at the apartment.
For how long? I don't know. But they're packing up his things.
I need to see them. I promised him.
Good morning.
Mrs. Brown. Your service isn't for two days.
I know. I bought supplies for your other services.
Flowers, candles--
Windex.
You bought those?
Yeah, Mrs. Brown, I held a sunrise service...
in the woods this morning for 19 Wiccans.
All army.
Now that's my job. Serve all faiths.
Why are you doing this?
I want it to be a good service--
for all of them.
Well, then you're a good woman. No, I'm not good.
Every time my husband goes on a mission, I pray.
That's good. No.
I pray that if someone has to die,
that it won't be him.
If someone dies,
I feel relieved--
for my baby, for my family--
that it wasn't him.
This time...
God answered my prayer with one of my husband's friends.
God answered my prayer.
Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, I'm Charles Grey.
You were Hector's best friend. Yes, sir. And we shared this apartment.
I'm sorry. We just wanted to get his things.
No. No, ma'am. I understand.
Do you want to sit down, son?
No, sir. Not quite yet. -
You were wounded. Yes, ma'am.
With my son? Yes, sir.
They didn't tell us. No, ma'am. They wouldn't.
Look, I wanted to see you personally.
I promised Hector I would.
I know he'd have done the same for me.
Thank you.
I made a pot of coffee.
Uh, I'd love that.
You were with Hector when he died?
Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
There are things that I can't tell you.
And I'm not going to lie to you.
I don't need the details. Just the essence.
The essence, sir, is...
your son saved my life.
We captured the Butcher.
Killed? Captured.
It was our mission, just like saving you.
That thing-- that didn't happen.
You remember that?
That's right.
Now as I mentioned before. We're not privy to that information.
Sorry.You ready?
The press is just on the other side.
Yes. He's coming in in just a moment. He's in good health.
He liked ice in his beer.
The man who died-- My friend.
He liked ice in his beer.
Hey, there he is.Marc Granger.
Mr. Granger. Mr. Granger, over here.
Mr. Granger?
As his commanding officer, I need you to sign this form releasing his body.
It's been an honor.
He's awfully pretty.
Always was.
Time to go home, Hector.
Detail, attention.
Present arms.
Quarter arms.
You brought him home.
That's a sacred duty. Well done.
I knew you'd go back. You played me.
I know you. Not going back wasn't an option.
He was like a brother to me, Colonel.
Thanks for coming.
Makes a lot of stuff seem unimportant.
Do Unit citations go flush or above?
Flush with the pocket seam.
And are you gonna put his regimental insignia on his uniform?
Yes.
And where's his home regiment?
18th Infantry.
"In omnia paratus."
"In all things prepared."
No medals, right?
Ribbons, yes. Medal, no.
He has a silver and bronze star.
Mm-hmm. And a purple heart.
And he'll be getting another purple heart?
His parents will.
[ Woman On TV, Indistinct ]
What are you doing?
I'm spit-shining jump boots.
You shouldn't spit. I need to see myself in them.
When are we going to tell her?
Marc Granger was a hostage for months in war torn Lebanon.
Marc, you escaped single-handedly.
You got yourself out of Beirut.
How does it feel to be an instant hero? I'm not.
There's talk of a book. Maybe even a movie deal.
How does it all make you feel? Lucky.
Very lucky.
But being a prisoner for so long gave me a lot of time to think...
about the political situation in Lebanon. That's good enough.
And I would like-- Not yet, it's not.
Hey.
Came to get my, uh, dress uniform.
Uh--
I moved it.
You being here without an M.P. could get you fired.
I guess I'm counting on you not to turn me in.
Mmm.
Tiffy--
Shh.
Quiet.
I need you to get this in Hector Williams's hometown newspaper.
"First Class Sergeant Hector Williams...
"was transporting documents across an airfield in Turkey...
"when an unexploded ordnance blew up, rolling his jeep.
"He died instantly.
"303rd Logistics Unit, Fort Griffith Command,
expresses their condolences."
His whole life he's been defending his country,
and at the end, that's what he's gonna get?
That's Play 16. Run it.
"And what greater love hath any man...
but to give his life for his brothers?"
Amen.
Blane. Here, sir.
Gerhardt. Here, sir.
Grey. Here, sir.
Brown. Here, sir.
Williams.
Sergeant Williams.
"Sergeant First Class Hector Williams.
"Born November 16, 1976.
"Oldest son of George and Carol Williams.
Killed in action."