Body of Lies

All clear.

Ali.

Do we belong there? Do we not?

It doesn't matter how you would answer that

because we are there. We're tired, and we can't see the end.

We can't even console ourselves that our enemy is just as tired as we are.

Because they're not.

It is a fallacy that prolonged war will weaken an occupied enemy.

He's dead.

It most likely will make your enemy stronger.

They get used to the deprivation, and they adapt and respond accordingly.

While here at home...

The explosion occurred in one of Manchester's heavily Asian neighborhoods.

...with every death reported...

we have to deal with a public-opinion trajectory that slides rapidly...

from supportive to negative to downright hostile.

People just get sick and tired of a moment's silence at a ball game.

They just wanna be told that it's over.

Police and emergency workers in Manchester

are still combing through what is left of this block of flats.

They say this was not the target.

Had the bombs being constructed here found their eventual intended target

the devastation could...

Despite the fact

we have markedly increased our operational intensity...

...we're not seeing any progress.

What we're dealing with here

is potentially a global conflagration

that requires constant diligence in order to suppress.

Now, you see...

...because our enemy

has realized that they are fighting guys from the future.

Now, it is brilliant as it is infuriating.

If you live like it's the past, and you behave like it's the past

then guys from the future find it very hard to see you.

If you throw away your cell phone, shut down your e-mail

pass all your instructions face-to-face, hand-to-hand

turn your back on technology and just disappear into the crowd...

No flags. No uniforms.

You got your basic grunts on the ground there.

They're looking going, "Who is it we're fighting?"

In a situation like this, your friends dress just like your enemies,

and your enemies dress like your friends.

What I need you to fully understand is that these people, they do not wanna negotiate.

Not at all.

They want the universal caliphate established across the face of the Earth...

...and they want every infidel converted or dead.

So, what's changed...

...is that our allegedly unsophisticated enemy

has cottoned on to the factually unsophisticated truth

we're an easy target.

We are an easy target,

and our world as we know it is a lot simpler

to put to an end than you might think.

We take our foot off the throat of this enemy for one minute,

and our world changes completely.

Thank you, Mr. Hoffman.

I'm coming.

You're early.

Big boss man, what's happening?

What's the story?

Rules of the day.

If the car gets immobilized, start shooting.

Nobody gets traded. Everybody dies.

So same as every day?

- You got it. Want some breakfast? - Hell, yes.

Thanks.

All right. Tell me something real.

Oh, all I got is real, man. You know me.

All right, let's hear it.

All right, a guy named Nizar.

He's from Aquiz up near Tikrit, right?

So he gets all fucked in his head after the invasion, you know?

He starts working with the Baathists, then the jihadists.

But he is scared shitless now, man.

He's supposed to do a martyrdom operation,

but he doesn't wanna fucking die.

So he's coming to us.

- He's coming to us? - Mm.

For chrissakes, move the donkey.

Move it, let's go. Get these guys moving. Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Oh, my God. Just get the... Buy the fucking flowers.

Come on, come on.

So, what are the chances your man's playing both sides?

I don't know. What are they with me?

Three to one.

All right. Let's slow down.

Is this it?

Yeah. This is it.

Nitrate 37 slewing to target ports now.

01 L2MDT.

On target, 15:31 Zulu.

Cell phone linked to moving vehicle.

Stop right up here.

Right up here. Let me take a look.

- I don't see anything. - I'm gonna call him.

All right, call him.

Bassam.

Yeah, Nizar.

Huh?

IR 3.9.

- He says he wants one of us to come in. - He is to meet inside the car.

Inside the car. If he wants to talk, it's in the car.

You have to come to us, Nizar.

- I'm coming to you. - Do the fuck what I said. Go.

Hey, Listen to me.

I am not getting my head cut off on the Internet.

If something happens, shoot me.

- Will you shoot me? - Fuck that shit. I will shoot you right now.

- I'm not kidding. - Quit being a pussy.

Nizar.

Zooming in.

Visual confirmed.

Long wave 10.7.

Shit.

- I can't talk right now, Larry. - She wants the house.

Give her the house. It's a piece of shit, all right?

- We're getting this, sir. - We're getting it.

She can ask for whatever she wants, but I'm not listening.

What the hell are you calling for? Hang up the phone.

Hang up the phone.

Are you on the line?

I can see you now, all right? You are attracting attention.

Get the fuck out of here right now. I will handle this on my own.

Roger that. Off target.

Copy. Off target, 3-10.

Yes.

Good, good, good.

You want an orange? You hungry?

No.

So, Nizar

why'd you come to me, huh?

I know too many things.

They prepared me to go outside Iraq.

What do you mean by "outside Iraq"?

They said they need me to become shahid,

for martyrdom.

When a man knows too much, they say martyrdom.

Who do you mean by "they," Nizar?

I don't want to die.

I want to go to America.

I have a Ph.D., you know?

And they want me... They want me to blow myself up.

- Ph.D. in what, chemistry? - No.

What do you know about radiological materials?

Linguistic. I speak five languages. Five, you know?

Nobody should say "martyr" to me. Nobody.

- You are a rare and a delicate flower. - Yes, I am.

- Yes. - Yes.

So you don't wanna kill the Jews and the Crusaders, huh?

What do you know about our pain?

Cut the bullshit, all right?

Give me some information. What do you know?

You know, I know enough to be martyred.

But with you, I know enough to stay alive.

You have a computer?

- Yup. - Hey, Ed, it's me.

I got an Iraqi walk-in, up near Samarra.

He's got a communiqué video here that somebody walked across the Iranian border.

I'm watching it right now, sir.

- Can you see his face? - Yes, captain.

I am looking at the white whale.

- It is Al-Saleem. - What's he saying?

Well, it's gotta be current.

He mentions the Sheffield bus bombings a week ago.

He's telling the brothers to prepare for a UK operation's already planned

which is the bombing these people fucked up in Manchester this morning.

Let me translate this part for you directly.

"We will avenge the America wars on the Muslim world."

"We will come at them everywhere."

"We will strike at random, across Europe, then America, continually."

"We have bled."

"Now they will bleed. And bleed."

"Until they are bled out."

Ed.

It's 6:00 in the morning.

Saving civilization, honey.

Disks are passed from hand to hand.

The communiqués are not transmitted, not copied.

My man says that real orders are verbal or in code on paper.

Is there any indication of where he is?

No, sir. He definitely does not have his location.

But he did mention there's a safe house up north, near Balad

where Al-Saleem may have been.

Dad?

They're killing anyone who knows anything. He's scared.

We need to debrief him very carefully.

- All right, so do it. - In the States.

No.

They're onto him. That's the reason he's running.

- On the toilet, not the floor. - You hear me, right?

So he wants to come to America in one piece

instead of going to paradise in a thousand.

He should've thought of that before.

I'm telling you. They will kill him within a few days, Ed.

Yep. And if they do, that's all right

because we can be there to see who pulls the trigger.

Now, get back to bed. Good night.

- Am I missing the point? - I just offered him asylum.