The Brave

Previously on The Brave.

Guys, get the kids.

The other way, other way.

- 21 people injured, 4 servicemen dead,

and here we sit like it didn't even happen.

- DC's gonna figure out who did this.

And when they do, it's our job to be ready.

- Rainer Boothe, the world's most elusive arms dealer.

- I want to bug him. - Not the medallion.

- Kill the spider, all you get is the spider.

Put a listening device on him, you get the whole web.

- You made a deal with the man who went

directly after Americans by bombing that beach in Turkey,

Fahim Jarif.

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- It's sound panic. - It should be.

There is no mission weighed as carefully

or subjected to as much scrutiny

as the one we are tasked with today...

The targeted killing of another human being.

In this case, Fahim Jarif.

The man responsible for the Karatas Beach attack in Turkey

that killed four American servicemen

and wounded 21 others.

Mr. Jarif meets all three criteria necessary

to clear the threshold for lethal action.

One, he poses a current and ongoing threat

to both the United States and Europe.

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- Two, the infeasibility of capture...

being a high-ranking government official,

Jarif is well protected.

The Mossad has tried for years

unsuccessfully to eliminate him,

so has the Mujahideen.

And three, the certainty of our intelligence...

among the sources identifying Jarif as the mastermind

is communication picked up from the bug

planted on Rainer Boothe by Special Operations Group 7

under the command of Adam Dalton.

Let me be clear.

This mission is the highest of difficulty.

We have sent in the best of the best.

But we must be prepared for anything.

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- Merci. - Danke.

- If all goes well, our people will be in and out

of Tehran in a matter of hours.

And no one will even know we were there.

- Where did you get a gun in Iran?

- Asset that picked us up came prepared.

Where'd you get yours?

- Some hotshot Special Ops guy gave it to me as a gift

a few years back.

Guy's got good taste.

- How long has it been? - Oh, way too long, my friend.

So good to see you.

What about our fishing trip? I'm still waiting.

- Yes, yes, I promise. One of these days

I'm gonna take you up on your offer

to see these Blue Ridge Mountains of yours.

- You remember my brother Hassan. - Of course, Hassan.

Great to see you again.

- Sergeant Jaz Khan. - Mr. Larijani.

Top's told us all about you.

- Top? But you're an officer now.

- Yeah, what can I say? Name stuck.

- After you, dear. - Oh, would you stop?

- So, how long have you worked with this maniac?

- Almost three years. - CST?

That's the official title,

but trust me, she's fooled guys.

She took Jimmy's spot after he retired.

- Everybody else here? - See for yourself.

Hey.

- Hey, how's the honeymoon, you two?

- Eh, ask me in a couple of hours.

- We're barely out of the airport,

and she had her ring off.

- Ooh. - Is it too late

to get an annulment?

Did I hurt your feelings?

How about you guys? Any hiccups?

Well, our customs official

couldn't believe we're actually related.

I think his exact words were,

"I guess you lost the genetic lottery."

- Don't look at me, man. I didn't say it.

I was thinking it, but I didn't say it.

- Adam, you ready? - Yeah, go ahead.

Send it.

I'm glad you all made it.

I wish I could say the hard part is over,

but we've only just begun.

Shall we run it?

Okay. Let's start with your target.

Fahim Jarif... This is the man responsible

for sending that truck of explosives

barreling toward you on the beach.

- The majority of Jarif's time is spent here...

at the luxury penthouse in the Palace Hotel.

The place is a fortress.

Takes most of his meetings there.

That's what makes him so untouchable.

On the rare occasion that he does go out,

his security is handled

by handpicked Iranian Special Forces

headed by Qassem Javad.

Qassem is careful. Jarif is himself paranoid.

So, you spook him, you lose him.

- The tea house for Jarif's meeting today

is there, right in the heart of the city.

Now, we don't know who Jarif is meeting with,

but we do know his usual table and his usual seat.

As you can see from the map and the photographs

taken by Mr. Larijani, this apartment affords

a direct line of sight to Jarif's chair.

The shot's about 650 yards.

- What about the windows in the tea house?

They will be open.

And if they are closed for some reason,

the glass is only 5/16 of an inch thick.

- We can handle that. - At T-plus 60 minutes,

Dalton, you and Jaz should be at the airport.

Preach, you will be on the train to Istanbul.

Amir and McGuire, you will go back to the Koswar hotel

and wait for Hossein to take you out by land.

That puts total running time on target at 187 minutes.

Are there any questions?

This is Iran we're talking about.

There are Revolutionary Guards on every street.

This is a government that has been burning our flag

since 1979.

If you get captured, you will not be recognized

by the American government.

You will be on your own.

So I ask again, are there any questions?

Yeah, I have one.

Don't you guys think I could look like McGuire's brother?

- Oh, dear God. - No.

- Seriously, like, his younger, more sophisticated brother?

- No... Director? Go ahead, start the clock.

Time is mark one.

Jarif should be leaving the penthouse in five minutes.

Dalton, McG, you're up first.

Godspeed, Captain.

You work with women now?

I work with whoever

gets the job done, okay?

Hossein, I never took you for a chauvinist.

- Not a chauvinist. Just a man who lost

his daughter to those animals,

and I know what they would do to her.

- I understand that, but I'll tell you this.

They need to be a little more worried

about what she can do to them.

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- All right, we got eyes on the vehicle.

And there's Jarif.

All right, everybody, look sharp.

- Jarif's on the move. - Acknowledged.

Acknowledged.

- Time? - 13:20.

- We just made a right on to Valiasr Street.

Guess that puts us about five blocks out.

- Jarif's men will pull up and deploy.

Dalton, make sure you stay outside of that ring, okay?

Two blocks minimum.

- Yeah, roger that. We're slowing now.

Amir, should have eyes on that vehicle any second.

All right, Amir, you got him?

Amir, do you have him?

Vehicle's in sight.

Positive contact on Jarif.

Your range is 642.

Your hold is two minutes left.

Two minutes left.

Two minutes left.

He's inside.

He's heading to his table.

- Your hold is two minutes left.

Two minutes left.

Wind unchanged.

- Hold on. Some party official just recognized him.

Stand by.

He's asking him for some favor.

- All right, nothing changes.

All right? No reason to lose our cool.

Jaz?

He sits down...

he's never getting back up again.