Zero Dark Thirty Quotes
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[Kuwait City, Kuwait - Dan is in a hooker bar drinking with one of his Kuwaiti contacts]
Dan: I tell you what, man, it's good to be back in Kuwait. It's good to see you again. Huh? It's been a while.
[they take a sip of their drinks]
Dan: I need a favor.
Kuwaiti Businessman: Why I should help you?
Dan: Because we're friends.
Kuwaiti Businessman: You say we are friends. How come you only call me when you need help? But when I need something, you are too busy to pick up the phone. I don't think we are friends.
Dan: Alright, fair enough. How about a V10 Lamborghini? How's that for friendship?

[later that night, they wait outside Lamborghini dealership as the salesman comes to let them in]
Dan: Poor fucker had to get out of bed.
[the salesman turns on the lights]
Dan: Hey.
[he opens the door of the dealership to let them in]
Dan: As-salamu alaykum.
Lamborghini Salesman: Alaykum salam.
Dan: Thank you very much for this.
Lamborghini Salesman: You're welcome.
Dan: Appreciate it.
[Dan whistles as he looks at one of the cars]
Dan: Alright. Is this a Balboni?
Lamborghini Salesman: Yeah.
[Dan peers into a silver Lamborghini through the window]
Dan: Fuck me dead. That's nice, really nice.
[to the Businessman]
Dan: What are you thinking? Huh? Maybe a convertible? Get a bit of wind in the hair? Huh? Put the top down?
[the Businessman walks over to a yellow Lamborghini]
Kuwaiti Businessman: I think I will choose this one.
[to the salesman]
Dan: Will you give us a minute? Thank you.
[the salesman turns and walks off, leaving them alone]
Dan: That's a nice choice, my friend. Speed yellow. Go big or go home, huh? Nice choice.
[Dan gives the businessman a slip of paper, he reads from the paper]
Kuwaiti Businessman: Sayeed. Who is it?
Dan: Who do you think? The guy's a terrorist. His mother lives here. I just need her phone number.
Kuwaiti Businessman: There will be no repercussions in Kuwait?
Dan: Somebody might die at some point in Pakistan. We got a deal?
[they shake hands]

[Tradecraft - after the CIA track the call from Sayeed's mother, Maya gets a call from Jack]
Maya: Hey, Jack.
Jack: Sayeed family call in progress, but you're not gonna like this. The ground branch guys are dragging their heels, there's no team deployed right now.
Maya: Fuck.
Jack: He hasn't said anything incriminating, but he's at the Rawal call center in Rawalpindi.
[Maya runs down to the Security Bay at the Embassy]
Maya: Hey!
[she walks over to Larry from the Ground Branch]
Maya: Why haven't you deployed a team to stay in Rawalpindi?
Larry: For one thing, it's dangerous. For another, the area is too congested for us to be effective without some predictive intelligence.
Maya: Yeah, but that's why you should forward deploy, so you can shorten the response time.
Larry: Still, it wouldn't work.
Maya: Why?
Larry: The guy never stays on the phone long enough.
Maya: You haven't tried.
Larry: Look, I don't have the personnel.
Maya: That's bullshit, man.
Larry: Yeah? As it is, my guys don't get any sleep tracking the threats within Pakistan.
Maya: Right, I understand. But, you know, I don't really care if your guys get sleep or not.
[Larry leaves, she follows him and sees his team sleeping on the couch]

[later at a bar, Maya buys Larry a beer, pushes it over to him and goes over to sits at a table]
Larry: This guy you are obsessed with, what's his name again?
Maya: Abu Ahmed al-Kuwaiti is the nom de guerre. His true name, we think, is Ibrahim Sayeed. Family lives in Kuwait. We've been listening in on their calls.
Larry: Wasn't it, like, eight brothers and a million cousins that we know about? Anyone could be calling home.
Maya: I know.
Larry: I mean, it's not like he's saying, "Hey, mom, it's me, the terrorist."
Maya: Yeah, I know. But look, over the course of two months, he's called from six different pay phones from two different cities, never using the same phone twice. And when his mother asked him where he was, he lied. He said that he was in a place in the country with bad cell reception, implying he was in the Tribals, when, in fact, he was in a market in Peshawar. I'm sorry, but that's not normal guy behavior, that's tradecraft.
Larry: Or maybe he just doesn't like his mom.
[he pauses for a moment]
Larry: Look, if he talks about an operation or refers to anything remotely fishy, I'll get on him. Okay?
Maya: No, no, not okay. Look, Abu Ahmed is too smart to tip his hand by talking about ops on the phone. He works for bin Laden. The guys that talk about ops on the phone don't get that job.
[Larry looks away]
Maya: A lot of my friends have died trying to do this.
[she pauses for a moment]
Maya: I believe I was spared so I could finish the job.
[he looks at her, and this time he looks like he's going to help her; we then see Larry and Hakim begin to trace and find Sayeed by visiting different call centers in Pakistan]

[we see news report on TV after the attempted bombing in NYC]
Voice of Reporter: It is in surveillance video and pictures like this of the explosive-laden vehicle just moments before it was parked, that police hope to find the man who wanted so badly last night to leave a body count in Times Square.
[as the TV shows the news in the background, Maya paces in the Embassy hallway as Bradley walks down the hallway]
Maya: Hey, I really need to talk to you about beefing up our surveillance operation on the caller.
Joseph Bradley: We don't have a surveillance operation on the caller. Someone just tried to blow up Times Square and you're talking to me about some facilitator who some detainee seven years ago said might have been working with al-Qaeda?
[he walks past her]
Maya: He's the key to bin Laden.
[Bradley stops, turns and steps towards Maya]
Joseph Bradley: I don't fucking care about bin Laden, I care about the next attack. You're gonna start working on the American al-Qaeda cells. Protect the homeland.
[Bradley turns to walk away from her again and Maya runs after him]
Maya: bin Laden is the one who keeps telling them to attack the homeland!
[she steps in front of him]
Maya: If it wasn't for him, al-Qaeda would still be focused on overseas targets. If you really wanna protect the homeland, you need to get bin Laden.
Joseph Bradley: This guy never met bin Laden! This guy's a freelancer working off the fucking internet. No one's even talked to bin Laden in four years, he's out of the game. He may well even be dead, he might as well be fucking dead. But you know what you're doing? You're chasing a ghost while the whole fucking network grows all around you.
Maya: You just want me to nail some low level Mullah-crack-a-dulla so you can check that box on your resume that says while you were in Pakistan you got a real terrorist. But the truth is you don't understand Pakistan, and you don't know al-Qaeda! Either give me the team I need to follow this lead, or that other thing you're gonna have on your resume is being the first Station Chief to be called before Congressional Committee for subverting the efforts to capture or kill bin Laden!
Joseph Bradley: You're fucking out of your mind.
Maya: I need four techs and a safe house in Rawalpindi, four techs and a safe house in Peshawar. Either send them out or send me back to DC and explain to the director why you didn't.
[Maya walks off]

[Maya is sat in a bar drinking when Jack approaches her]
Jack: I've been looking for you. But more importantly, he's been looking for you.
[he places a cell phone on the bar counter]
Jack: Yesterday, your caller bought himself a cell phone. And every time his phone rings, this phone will ring.
[Maya smiles and throws her arms around him]
Jack: Did I hook you up? Did I?
Maya: I love you!

[Larry, Hakim and another agent follow the signal on the phone in Pakistan]
Maya: [voice over] My guess is that he lives close to where he's making the calls, and it makes sense he'd be living in Rawalpindi because there's an Al Jazeera office there.
[in the briefing room at the Embassy, Maya shows on the map of Pakistan where the signal is coming from]
Maya: It'd be convenient for him to drop the tapes off if he's messengering either from bin Laden or to an intermediary. So, when he wants to make a call, he leaves the house, walks a few blocks, then switches on the phone. We need to keep canvassing the neighborhood until we find him.

[we follow Larry and his team as they track the signal in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, two motorcycles pull up in front of Larry's can and stop them, the rider pulls out a gun]
Larry: We got a shooter.
[Larry reverses the van, but a car pulls up behind them]
Tech: We're blocked!
Hakim: Let me talk to them.
[Hakim gets out and approaches the men on the bikes, he starts talking to them for a moment then walks back to the van and gets in]
Hakim: They said whites faces don't belong here. If they don't move, shoot them.
[the men stare at them for a moment before finally leaving]

[Larry and his team track the signal to Peshawar, Pakistan]
Larry: He's still on?
Tech: He's east of us, try the market.
Larry: Okay, heading east.
[as Larry tries to get them to the market they hit heavy traffic]
Larry: Fuck.
[Larry gets out of the van and walks around the market trying to find the owner of the cell phone they tracked, but there's too many people on cell phones; then we see Hakim going to street to street searching]
Jack: [voice over] We got a signal on Tipu Road for ten minutes. Then he went to Umar Road for five minutes. NoGaza Road, Darya Abad, that's in the Umar Road area. In Rawalpindi; Haider Road, Roomi Road. He went to the Convoy Road, which is near the hospital, alright? So that's Haider, Roomi Road, Zahid, NoGaza, Taimur. He made a call from Haifa Street, that's the Spice District.
[back at the Embassy Jack shows Maya the tracking maps in her computer]
Jack: Lahore Street, which is also in Pesh, thirty minutes. Wazir Bagh Road, five. Nishterabad, five. Phandu Road, five minutes. The Grand Trunk Road, forty-five seconds. There's no pattern. Sometimes he calls every two weeks, sometimes every three, there's no consistency. I can't predict when he's gonna make another call, cause the guy's erratic.

[as Maya drives up to the Embassy she sees a crowd of protesters gathered outside, they bang on her car as she tries to drive through the check point, we then hear a reporter telling us that the protest is about Bradley]
Voice of Reporter: Meanwhile, our chief foreign correspondent, Richard Engel, confirms the CIA's top spy in Pakistan has been pulled out of there. He's been receiving death threats after being named publicly in a lawsuit by the family of a victim of a U.S. drone attack. Richard Engel quotes a senior intelligence official as saying, 'The officer is returning to the U.S. after the decision was made that terrorist threats against him in Pakistan were of such a serious nature it would not be smart not to act.
[inside the Embassy, Maya, Bradley and a few of the other CIA staff members watch the protesters through the window]
Maya: ISI fucked you. I'm so sorry, Joseph.
[Bradley turns and looks at her for a moment, then he walks away as Maya watches]

[in Peshawar, Larry and his team drive around in their van trying to track the suspect's cell phone signal]
Tech: Still on tower three. Five. Signal getting stronger. Ten. Fifteen. Keep going. Twenty. Larry: Fifteen. Ten. Signal's getting weaker.
[pauses for a moment as he looks at his monitor]
Tech: We lost him, no signal.
Larry: Heading south.
[the Tech looks at his screen again]
Tech: He's up at five again. Fifteen. Twenty. He's moving fast, he's in a vehicle. Weaker now, he shifted. We're back to five. He's close by here, somewhere. I don't get it.
[Larry chuckles]
Larry: He's driving in circles.
[Larry drives around the street faster]
Larry: No change?
Tech: No.
[Larry stops the van in the middle of the market]
Larry: Now let's hope he comes back around.
[they wait for a moment, looking around the market, the Tech looks back at his monitor]
Tech: Okay. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty! Forty! Fifty! We're within ten meters of it. Back to forty.
[Larry starts the van and slowly drives forward]
Tech: He's here somewhere.
Larry: Look at the cars. Look at the cars, he's in a vehicle.
[Larry notices a man in a white car talking on his cell phone]
Larry: The guy with the phone in the white car. You see him? Is that him?
[the Tech takes a photo of the man in the white car]
Tech: Could be.
Larry: You got him?
Tech: Got him.
Larry: Okay, breaking off.
[Larry drives off in the opposite direction to the white car]

[back at the Embassy, Larry shows the photo of the man in the white car to Maya]
Larry: The guy you've been looking for, geolocated on his cell phone in his white car.
[Maya beams with happiness at Larry]
Maya: Thank you!
Larry: If you're right, the whole world's gonna want in on this. So you gotta stick to your guns now.
[Larry turns and walks away]

[Maya enters the office of the new Station Chief as he's talking on the phone]
Tim: Okay. No, it's's great to speak to you too. I'm amazed that you're still here. Well, I can...I can do um...let me have a look. Um...
[he looks at his watch]
Tim: Why don't we say 1:30.
[as he looks up, he sees Maya hovering over his desk, waiting for him to finish his call]
Tim: Yeah. Uh...can you just hold the line, please?
Maya: I need a picket line along the GT Highway and men spaced at intervals along the road and at every exit.
Tim: Maya, I know.
Maya: So you agree with me now, this is important.
Tim: No, I've just learned from my predecessor that life is better when I don't disagree with you.

[we see the white car being kept a watch by several local men as it drives along the highway]
Maya: [voice over] Our current hypothesis is that he lives somewhere along the highway, in one of the towns, or a medium sized city called Abbottabad, or up near Kashmir. Kashmir is interesting because it's a way station for the Tribals. Abbottabad is interesting because we know from detainee reporting that Abu Faraj stayed there, briefly in 2003. The good news is he's driving a white SUV. SUV's are actually pretty rare in Pakistan. If he was driving a sedan or a compact, we'd be fucked. Obviously, this assumes he doesn't change vehicles.
[we see Maya at her desk, typing this message]

[as Maya leaves her house, two terrorists emerge and open fire on her vehicle, the bulletproof glass catches the bullets and she reverses back into her driveway while the gate closes behind her, preventing the terrorists from finishing the job and they drive off; later Maya is sat in Tim's office]
Maya: Any American in Pakistan is a target, yhey don't necessarily know I'm CIA.
Tim: Doesn't matter. You're on a list.
Maya: Yeah.
Tim: And you of all people, should know that once you're on their list, you never get off. Next time there may not be bulletproof glass to save you. We'll keep up on the surveillance as best we can.

[surveillance of the white SUV is kept up and we see Hakim watch the car enter a large gated compound; then at Predator Bay, CIA Headquarters, satellite images of the compound are on several big screens, with lots of technicians working and George standing watch over them, Maya enters the room and one of George's managers approaches Maya]
Maya: Hey.
Steve: Alright, so tell me how I'm doing so far. Basically, we had a guy who rolled with al-Qaeda, and did services for him.
Maya: Mm-hm.
Steve: We lost him for seven years, now we find him again, and boy, does he have a really nice house. Is that it?
Maya: Pretty much.
Steve: Alright, let's go talk to the boss.
[Steve and Maya enter a conference room, as Maya goes to take her seat at the table]
Steve: Oh. you should sit back there. Sorry.
Maya: No.
[Maya walks to the back of the room where a row of chairs are lined up against a wall and sits in one of the chairs]
Steve: So they're gonna ask, if bin Laden is at the end of this rainbow, is the Pak military with him?
Maya: The question isn't, 'are the Paks protecting bin Laden?' The question is, 'would he allow himself to be protected by the Paks?' I mean, why would he trust them? He tried to kill Musharaf.

[after the CIA Director, George and other high up CIA staff enter the conference room]
CIA Director: Alright, go ahead.
[pointing to the satellite map image layed out on the table]
Steve: So a little context here, if you take a right out of Islamabad, drive about forty-five minutes north, you'll find yourself here in Abbottabad. Now it's a mostly middle-class community, some ex-military, not particularly interesting to us.
[they move to a miniature of the compound]
Steve: Except we did find this compound, which is unique. We got a sixteen foot wall around the entire perimeter, the windows are blacked out. There's even a seven foot privacy wall here, so, even if we got up high, we couldn't get a vantage point. I mean it''s a fortress.
CIA Director: Well, can't you put a camera somewhere? In these trees here, maybe? Get a look in the main house?
George: It will probably be discovered.
Zero Dark Thirty QuotesCIA Director: Well, we have to get a look into the house, don't we?
[the director looks at the satellite map image]
CIA Director: Alright. What's this? This cluster of buildings down here?
George: The PMA, it's the Pakistani Military Academy. It's their West Point.
CIA Director: And how close is that to the house?
George: About a mile.
Maya: 4,221 feet. It's closer to eight-tenths of a mile.
CIA Director: Who are you?
Maya: I'm the motherfucker that found this place, sir.
CIA Director: Really?
[he looks at Maya for a moment]
CIA Director: Right, I wanna know more about who's inside this house by the end of the week.
[the director starts walking out of the room and the others follow]
Steve: Sir.
[to Maya after everyone leaves the room]
Steve: Motherfucker. Good.

[Maya is sat at her cubicle looking frustrated, she gets up and walks over to the glass wall of George's office, she grabs a red marker]
Maya: Morning, George.
[she writes the number 21 on the glass]
Maya: Twenty-one days. It's been twenty-one days since we found the house, nothing's happened!
[she looks at George for a moment then turns and walks away]

[Maya stares at the screen showing satellite images of the compound, we then see her going to the glass wall of George's office and writing the number 52 on the glass, George looks away, later sat in her cubicle Maya gets a call from Steve]
Maya: Yeah.
Steve: Maya, it's Steve. Swing by, I wanna show you something.
Maya: Okay.
[Maya enters Predators Bay]
Maya: Hey!
Steve: Maya, come see.
Maya: Yeah.
[Steve shows her the satellite imagery of the compound on the large screen]
Steve: Okay. This is from a few minutes ago, okay?
Maya: Yeah.
Steve: So remember, we've got two males, two females and seven kids.
[she points to a shape on the screen]
Maya: What's that?
Steve: Okay, I'm saying that's Bushra, the brother's wife.
Maya: Woh. How do you know the gender?
Steve: Well, look, this is a clothesline right here for laundry. Men don't mess with the wash. Okay, now watch, it takes her about four seconds to move from there to the front door, so she's on the older side.
[pointing to another moving image]
Maya: What's that up there?
Steve: Uh...those are kids. They're shuffling around, sword fighting or something with sticks. You can see their height relative to this, these are cows. So, they're probably between seven and nine. Boys, definitely.
Maya: Wow, your female's moving fast.
Steve: Okay, that's what I wanted to show you. Can we pause this please? That's not the same lady. That's female number three.
Maya: So you found two males, three females?
Steve: That's correct.
[Maya suddenly realizes that there must also be three males in the compound]

[George meets with the head of the National Security Advisor and his assistants]
George: So, if there are three females, there ought to be three males. Observant Muslim women live with their parents or with their husbands. We think there's a third family, living in the house.
National Security Advisor: So, this third male that you've identified as possibly being bin Laden, do I give up all hope of ever seeing a photograph of him?
George: Hope? Yeah. You give up your hope, right now. We scan for heat signatures, but we can't validate if it's a man or a woman up there. We talked about burrowing a pinhole camera, but there's a high risk of discovery. We found a safe house, but we can't get a vantage point to fire a telescope over the balcony wall. We have explored the possibility of digging tunnels, of sending hot air balloons, of rerouting supply C-130s to take a peek, but that might be too alerting. We've looked for ways of collecting available DNA from his trash, you know, looking for his toothbrush, but they burn the trash. We started a vaccination program, sent a doctor to the house, see if he could pull blood, but that didn't work out. We thought about sending a guy with a bucket to pull a sample from the sewer to analyze his fecal matter.
Assistant to National Security Advisor: What was wrong with that, exactly?
George: What was wrong with that? That, uh...the sample would be too diluted.
National Security Advisor: And it's asking too much to get a voice confirmation with him on the phone?
George: They don't make telephone calls from the compound. We pulled the cell tower nearby.
National Security Advisor: And I'm also going to give up hope that he might ever get in that white SUV, and drive around a bit and we could see him. Don't they get groceries?
George: The unidentified third male does not get groceries. He does not leave the compound. He does not present himself for photographs. When he needs fresh air, he paces around, beneath a grape arbor. But the leaves are so thick they obscure our satellite views. This is a professional attempt to avoid detection. Okay? Real tradecraft. The only people we've seen behave in this way are other top-level al-Qaeda operatives.
National Security Advisor: We did a red team on your analysis.
[the NSA's assistant opens a folder to go through the analysis]
Deputy National Security Advisor: According to them, this behavior could belong to someone other than al-Qaeda. They did give a forty percent chance that the unidentified third man is a senior al-Qaeda operative. But they also said there's a thirty-five percent chance he's a Saudi drug dealer. Fifteen percent chance he's a Kuwaiti arms smuggler. Ten percent chance he's one of the relatives of the brothers.
Assistant to National Security Advisor: Basically, we agree with you. The house screams security, it screams someone who wants privacy, it even screams bad guy, but it does not scream bin Laden.
National Security Advisor: You get the point. If you can't prove it's bin Laden, at least prove it's not someone else, like a drug dealer.
[the NSA and his assistant adjourn the meeting and get up to leave]
George: You know we lost the ability to prove them when we lost the detainee program. Who the hell am I supposed to ask? Huh? Some guy in Gitmo who's all lawyered up? He'll just tell his lawyer to warn bin Laden.
National Security Advisor: You'll think of something.

[we see as time passes Maya erases the number of days on the glass wall of George's office, from 78 to 100 days; then we seen George meeting with the NSA and his assistants again]
George: He'd be the first successful drug dealer never to have dealt drugs. He has no internet access to the house. He makes no phone calls either in or out. Who's he selling to? Who's he buying from? How's he making his money? And if you were to say he's retired, I'd say where's the swimming pool, where's the...the gold cage with the falcons? And why does he send his courier to the two cities in Pakistan we most associate with al-Qaeda, that have nothing particularly to do with heroin production?
National Security Advisor: The President is a thoughtful, analytical guy. He needs proof.

[after the meeting finishes, the NSA and his assistants file out, the NSA stops and looks at his phone]
National Security Advisor: Go ahead, you guys.
[George approaches the NSA as the others walk away]
George: I gotta say, your job...
National Security Advisor: Hmm.
George: I just don't get the rhythms of politics.
National Security Advisor: Oh, you think this is political? If this was political we'd be having this conversation in October when there's an election bump. This is pure risk, based on deductive reasoning, inference, supposition and the only human reporting you have is six years old, from detainees who were questioned under duress. The political move here is to tell you to go fuck yourself, and remind you that I was in the room when your old boss pitched WMD Iraq. At least there you guys brought photographs.
George: You know, you're right, I agree with everything you just said. What I meant was, a man in your position, how do you evaluate the risk of not doing something? Hmm? The risk of potentially letting bin Laden slip through your fingers? That is a fascinating question.
[George starts to walk off but the NSA calls after him]
National Security Advisor: Hey.
[George turns and the NSA walks over to him]
National Security Advisor: I'm not saying we're gonna do it, but the President wants to know, if we were gonna act, how would we do it? Give us options.

[Area 51, Southern Nevada Air Force Base - George, Maya, Dan, Hakim, a General and a squadron of Navy Seals look at several helicopters in a hanger]
General in Hangar: Technically, these don't exist. I actually tried to kill this program a couple of times. They've gone through, initial round of testing and they have excellent radar defeat. We just haven't tested with people in them yet. You'll notice these stealth panels similar to what we use on the B2. The rotors have been muffled with decibel killers, it's slower than a Blackhawk, lacks the offense and the stability. But, it can hide.
Justin: So, uh...hey. Excuse me, what do we...what do we need this for Libya? I mean, Gaddafi's anti-air is virtually non-existent.
George: Maya, do you wanna brief them?
[Maya walks over and faces the SEALs]
Maya: There are two narratives about the location of Osama bin Laden. The one that you're most familiar with, is that UBL is hiding in a cave in the tribal areas, that he's surrounded by a large contingent of loyal fighters. But that narrative is pre-9/11 understanding of UBL. The second narrative is that he's living in a city, living in a city with multiple points of egress and entry. Access to communications, so that he can keep in touch with the organization. You can't run a global network of interconnected cells from a cave.
[there's a moment's pause]
Maya: We've located an individual we believe based on detainee reporting is bin Laden's courier. He's living in a house in Abbottabad, Pakistan. And we assess that one of the other occupants of the house is UBL.
[there's a silence as Maya finishes and the SEALs look at her with skepticism]

[after Maya's briefing, the others walk over to look at the helicopters, Justin approaches Maya]
Justin: Excuse me., UBL, you got an intel source on the ground?
Maya: No.
[Maya turns and starts walking away]
Zero Dark Thirty QuotesJustin: No? Okay, so how do you know it's bin Laden? Cause the truth is, we've been on this op before. It was '07, and it wasn't bin Laden, and we lost a couple of guys.
Maya: Totally understand. Bin Laden uses a courier to interact with the outside world. By locating the courier, we've located bin Laden.
Patrick: That's really the intel? That's it?
Maya: Quite frankly, I didn't even wanna use you guys, With your dip and your velcro and all your gear bullshit. I wanted to drop a bomb. but people didn't believe in this lead enough to drop a bomb. So they're using you guys as canaries, in the theory that if bin Laden isn't there, you can sneak away and no one will be the wiser.
Patrick: Hmm.
Maya: But bin Laden is there. And you're gonna kill him for me.

[George meets with Wolf in his office]
George: They're nervous downtown. I don't think we'll get an approval this decision cycle.
[they look up and see Maya standing outside George's office staring at them through the glass, then with anger she wipes the number 128 write 129 and walks off]
Wolf: It's her against the world.
George: Oh, yeah.

[the CIA Director calls a meeting with George, Dan, Maya, Wolf, and a few other CIA staff]
CIA Director: I'm about to go look the President in the eye and what I'd like to know, no fucking bullshit, is where everyone stands on this thing. Now, very simply. Is he there or is he not fucking there?
Deputy Director of CIA: We all come at this through the filter of our own past experiences. Now I remember Iraq WMD, very clearly. I fronted that and I can tell you the case for that was much stronger than this case.
CIA Director: A fucking yes or a no.
Deputy Director of CIA: We don't deal in certainty, we deal in probability. And I'd say there's a sixty percent probability he's there.
[the CIA Director points to Wolf]
Wolf: I concur, sixty percent.
George: I'm at eighty percent, their OPSEC is what convinces me.
CIA Director: You guys ever agree on anything?
Dan: Well, I agree with Mike. We're basing this mostly on detainee reporting and I spent a bunch of time in those rooms. I'd say it's a soft sixty, sir.
[Maya gives a look of betrayal at Dan]
Dan: I'm virtually certain there's some high value target there, I'm just not sure it's bin Laden.
CIA Director: Well, this is a little bit of a cluster fuck, isn't it?
Jeremy: I'd like to know what Maya thinks.
Deputy Director of CIA: We're all incorporating her assessment into ours.
[Maya suddenly blurts out]
Maya: A hundred percent he's there.
[all eyes turn to her]
Maya: Okay, fine, ninety-five percent cause I know certainty freaks you guys out, but it's a hundred.

[as they leave the meeting room the CIA Director walks with Jeremy towards the elevator]
CIA Director: They're all cowed. What do you think of the girl?
Jeremy: I think she's fucking smart.
CIA Director: We're all smart, Jeremy.

[as Maya eats lunch by herself in the CIA cafeteria, the CIA Director approaches her]
CIA Director: May I join you?
[he sits, Maya looks around unsure as to what he wants]
CIA Director: How is the food down here anyway?
Maya:'s okay.
CIA Director: How long have you worked for the CIA?
Maya: Twelve years. I was recruited out of high school.
CIA Director: And do you know why we did that?
Maya: I don't think I can answer that question, sir. I don't think I'm allowed to...answer.
[the director chuckles]
CIA Director: Alright. What else have you done for us besides bin Laden?
Maya: Nothing. I've done nothing else.
CIA Director: Well, you certainly have a flair for it.

[The Canaries; May 1, 2011. Forward Operating base, Jalalabad Afghanistan - Justin and Patrick are playing horseshoes, Maya watches them]
Justin: Alright, let's be serious now. Yeah, don't fuck around on this one, dude. You're just fuckin' around, cause you see I'm up by two games.
Patrick: How many you got?
[after he throws a horseshoe]
Justin: So, Patrick, be honest with me. You really believe this story?
[to Maya]
Zero Dark Thirty QuotesJustin: I mean, no offense. No offense, I know. But, Osama bin Laden?
Patrick: Yeah.
Justin: What part convinced you?
[Patrick motions to Maya]
Patrick: Her confidence.
[Maya smiles]
Justin: That's the kinda concrete data point I'm looking for. I tell you, buddy, her confidence is the one thing that's keeping me from getting ass-raped in a Pakistani prison. I'm gonna be honest with you, bro. I'm cool with it.
[they bumps fists and laugh, Maya laughs as she watches them]

[Maya gets a call from George]
Maya: Yeah.
George: Maya, I wanted you to hear it first. You know that thing we talked about? It's gonna happen.
Maya: When?
George: Tonight. Good luck.
[she turns and looks at Justin and Patrick as they continue to play horseshoe, oblivious of what's about to happen; later that night Maya watches SEALs board the three helicopters and take off]

[as the SEALs fly out towards the compound]
Jared: Hey, Justin, what are you listening to?
Justin: Tony Robbins.
Jared: Tony Robbins, really?
Justin: You should listen to it, I got plans for after this. Big time, I wanna talk to all of you about it.
[the others laugh, then the helicopter makes a sharp turn making everyone bounce inside]
Patrick: Who here's been in a helo crash before?
[everyone raises their hands]
Patrick: Okay, so we're all good.

[back at the operation base, the technicians track the helicopters, Maya is there also, they hear the voice of the pilot over the radio]
Pilot: We've just crossed the border, now entering Pakistan.
[into the headset]
Maya: Pakistani comms, no chatter.
[after a little time passes, everyone in the helicopter is quite and tense, then they hear the pilot over the radio]
Pilot: Three minutes, stand by for doors open.
[the men put their head gears on]
Pilot: Two minutes.
[Patrick holds up one finger, indicating 1 minute, everyone places their night vision goggles on, we see the helicopters as they get nearer to the compound]
Pilot: Should be coming up just off our nose, eleven o'clock. Eyes on target.
Patrick: Stay tight.
[the men give a thumbs up]
Pilot: Thirty seconds.
[Patrick slides the helicopter door open and leans out to take a look below]

[as the helicopter reaches the compound and begins to descend, it starts to drift sideways; Patrick shouts to the pilot]
Patrick: Hey! Slide right! Slide right! Too much updraft! Now, hurry up!
Pilot: We've lost power Go to lockout.
[the helicopter loses control and as it gets closer to the ground]
Patrick: Hey!
Pilot: Hard landing!
[suddenly the helicopter crash lands, tossing the men around inside; back at the operation base everyone watches as as the helicopter crash lands]
Pilot: Prince Five-One is down. Prince Five-One is down. Black Hawk down in the animal pen.

[the men inside the crashed helicopter jump down and make their way to the compound]
Patrick: This way!
[back at the operation base, Maya hears the pilot over the radio and breaths a sigh of relief]
Pilot: This mission is still a go, I repeat, we are a go. Alpha Team is in the animal pen making entry for AC-One. No ropes, wheels down.
[Patrick's SEAL team enter inside the compound]
Patrick: Prayer room's clear.
[as the metal gate door is locked, one of the SEALs places a charge on the metal gate; then we hear the pilot of the 2nd helicopter as it lands and another team of SEALs leave the helicopter and make their way to the compound]
Pilot: Echo Team is away, Prince Five-Two exiting Alpha-Oscar.

[as Patrick's SEAL have finished placing a charge on the metal gate]
Patrick: Three, two, one. Execute!
[the charge partially blows open the gate and the men enter manage to enter inside while a sniper climbs on to the roof of the prayer room; Patrick and his men reach a house inside the compound which also has its door locked, Patrick places a charge on the door when suddenly the door is shot with gunfire from the inside, Patrick fires back after which there's a pause]
Patrick: Ibrahim! Come on out!
[a moment passes as they wait for a response, then the door opens and a woman appears at the doorway]
Jared: Irfaheedek!
Patrick: Get down! Down, down, down, down!
Zero Dark Thirty QuotesJared: Yalla! Yalla! Come on!
Patrick: Throw your hands in the air!
Jared: Yalla! Yalla!
Patrick: Down! Down! Down! Down!
[the woman walks out with her hands in the air and kneels down]
Patrick: Down!
[the woman cries out]
Abu Ahmed's Wife: You've killed him!
Patrick: Let's go. I got her.
[as Patrick and Jared enter inside the house they see Abu Ahmed lying dead on the ground, Patrick shoots at him again just to make sure, then he moves further inside to find four kids hiding in the corner]
Patrick: Taht, taht, taht! Hey. Yalla! Yalla! Ijlisoo! Ijlisoo!
Jared: Ma'laysh, ma'laysh.
Patrick: Down! Sit down!

[the 2nd team of SEALs blow open the gates to courtyard of the main house; the third team of SEALs set charge on another gate on the compound wall]
Mike: Echo Eleven on perimeter. Ready to breach at P2.
Saber: Fire in the hole.
[the gate blows but behind it a brick wall]
Saber: Failed breach, failed breach. Back it up! Back it up! Main gate!
the team moves towards another entry

[at one of the entrances to the main house, the commanding officer tries to open the door]
Squadron Commanding Officer: We got an unlocked door.
[the commanding officer opens the door and a figure inside runs and disappear in the corner]
Justin: Abrar! Abrar! Abrar!
[as Abrar goes to shoot he's shot by Justin, Abrar falls and his wife comes in screaming over to his body, as she goes to pick up Abrar's gun, Justin shoots her then he rolls her body off of Abrar and shoots another bullet into Abrar's body, he then walks down the hallway and hears three kids crying]
Justin: It's okay. It's okay.

[over the radio to Justin]
Mike: This is Echo Eleven. We're gonna breach the main gate.
Justin: Negative, this is Echo Zero-One, I'm internal on the corridor. I'll let you guys in.
Mike: Roger that.
[as Justin and the commanding officer make their way inside the house the kids are screaming and crying]
Justin: Shut that fucking kid up, please.
[to the commanding officer]
Justin: Talk to me.
Squadron Commanding Officer: No fucking way we can blow this thing.
Justin: God-fucking dammit! Can you pop it manually?
Squadron Commanding Officer: No.
[over the radio]
Mike: Alpha-Three, this is Echo Eleven, we're at primary set-point prepping to breach.
Justin: Wait one, we're internal on the south side. This is a negative breach.
Mike: Roger. Ready to make our entry out here.
Justin: Yeah, Roger that, we're coming to meet you.
[to the commanding officer]
Justin: Stay with these kids, and don't let them in that backroom.

[Justin manages to meet up with Patrick outside at the side of the main house]
Justin: Good?
Patrick: Yeah, bud.
Justin: Yeah. I forgot, were we supposed to crash that helo?
[Patrick chuckles]
Patrick: Ibrahim tried to shoot through the door.
Justin: Oh, yeah?
Patrick: I popped him from outside.
Justin: I fucking smoked Abrar and his wife.
Patrick: She still alive?
Justin: She's gonna bleed out.
Patrick: What a fucking mess.
Justin: Yeah.
[another door is blown]
Patrick: Go! Go! Go!
[they enter the house]

[outside the compound Hakim and another SEAL see lights come on at the neighboring houses nearby and then a group of people appear on a rooftop]
DEVGRU Operator: This is Echo Zero-Nine, we have unknowns gathering in the southwest rooftops.
[back inside the house Justin, Patrick and the rest of SEALs find another locked entrance]
Patrick: Locked gate blocking the stairs.
Justin: Breacher up.
[the gate is charged]
Justin: Back it up! Back up!
[to the SEALs standing close to the gate as he prepares the charge]
Justin: Hey, back it up. Watch out. Execute.
[the gate is blown]
Patrick: Go! Go!
Justin: This is Echo Zero-Five moving to level 2.

[outside the compound Hakim speaks in Peshto to the men, who are now approaching them]
DEVGRU Operator: Hakim, get those guys back.
[Hakim walks out and tries to get the men to go back; back inside the house we see a man running upstairs as the SEALs move in]
Patrick: Khalid. Khalid.
[as Patrick sees the man move on the stairs he shoots him down; talking into his radio]
Patrick: Echo Zero-Two, moving to deck three.
[as they move upstairs, Patrick shoots another bullet into Khalid's body, then they find office]
Patrick: Clear.
[they find a woman hiding and grab her]

[outside the compound, Hakim is still yelling at the men approaching them to get back]
DEVGRU Operator: Hakim, get 'em back or I'll start smokin' 'em.
Hakim: Wait, wait, wait.
[he yells at the in Peshto then in English]
Hakim: Go back! They will kill you! They will kill you! Go back!
[the crowd gathered stop]

[back inside the house, Patrick grabs two women]
Patrick: Come here!
[he feels their clothes, searching for explosive vests]
Patrick: No vest.
[moving into the office]
Justin: All clear.
[Justin sees filing cabinets and computer screens scattered around]
Justin: Oh, fucking shit.
[Patrick and another SEAL, Saber, go up to the third level]
Saber: Osama! Osama!
[they hear the floorboard creaking]
Saber: Osama!
[one of the bedroom doors creaks open and the SEAL shoots, they hear women screaming and as they go inside the push the women aside against the wall]
Saber: Down.
[the man lying shot on the floor is shot again; Patrick looks at the body then speaks into his radio]
Patrick: Got a possible jackpot.
Voice over Radio: Roger that, possible jackpot.
Saber: Shit.
[Patrick shoots another bullet into the man's body and the women crying gets louder, Saber and the other SEALs try to calm them]
Saber: It's okay. It's okay. Get down. It's okay.
[Patrick looks at Saber]
Patrick: Dude, do you even realize what you just did?

[after the shooting, Jared questions one of the women in Arabic who the dead man is]
Jared: Huh?
UBL Wife: Noori Hasan.
Jared: Yo, she says it's not him.
Patrick: Talk to the kid.
[Jared approaches the crying girl and asks her the name of the man, he gives her a chem light and asks her again in Arabic, then in English]
Jared: Name. Name.
[the girl does not reply]
Patrick: We're meeting down.
Jared: Alright.
[as Patrick takes pictures of the dead body lying on the ground and the rest of the SEALs take hold of the women and take them downstairs, Jared takes the girl out of the room]
Jared: Hey, come on. Come on.

[over the radio as Patrick continues to take pictures of the dead body]
Squadron Commanding Officer: This is Red Zero-Two. Geronimo.For God and country. Geronimo.
[back at the operations base, Maya hears this over the radio and looks astonished; at the compound the commanding officer issues orders over the radio]
Squadron Commanding Officer: All stations; target secure, target secure.
Patrick: Roger. Copy that, target secure.
Squadron Commanding Officer: Target secure. Commence SSE.
[in the office that Justin and the other SEALs start destroying the computers and gathering everything they can]
Justin: Prep for SSE right now. Books, DVDs, CDs. Every fucking hard drive! Do not leave a hard drive!
[to one of his men]
Justin: Hey, open that for me. Let's go, guys.
[Saber walks into the office looking dazed]
Justin: Hey, what's up?
Saber: I shot the third floor guy.
[Justin tosses him an SSE bag]
Justin: Why don't you get to work? Grab a bag.

[back at the operation base they hear one of the helicopter pilots over the radio]
Pilot: Q-Rod is inbound, eight miles out.
Maya: Pak Air Force is responding. Fourteen minutes to intercept.
[the commanding officer talks to his men outside the compound over the radio]
Squadron Commanding Officer: Any station, this is Red Zero-Two, we need a body bag.
DEVGRU Operator: This is Echo Zero-Nine, stand by.
[referring to the crowd still gathered outside the compound]
DEVGRU Operator: Hakim, I got this. Get it to him.
[in the office as the men continue to gather everything]
Justin: Let's go, buddy.
[over the radio]
Squadron Commanding Officer: Echo Zero-Five, this is Red Zero-Two. How long do you need for SSE?
Justin: We're gonna need at least ten minutes, sir.
Squadron Commanding Officer: Echo Zero-Five, you have four Mikes.
Justin: This is a gold mine, I need more time than that.
Squadron Commanding Officer: Echo Zero-Five, if you're not at the LZ at four Mikes, I'm gonna leave your ass behind. The Paks have scrambled the F-16s.
[shouting to his men]
Justin: Four minutes!
[we then see Hakim pick up a body bag from the crashed helicopter]

[over the radio as the helicopter flies towards the compound]
Pilot: Red Five-Two, inbound for LZ.
[Hakim runs into the main house with body bag, he stops noticing the dead bodies, hearing the wailing of a baby and seeing all the children gathered in a room, to the commanding officer over the radio]
Hakim: Where do you need the bag?
Squadron Commanding Officer: Third deck.
[Hakim goes to the third floor and with the help of another SEAL puts the body in the bag and carry it out]
Patrick: Alright, let's move it out.
[to Justin and him men in the office]
Patrick: Let's go! Now!
[Justin's team leave the office]

[over the radio]
Squadron Commanding Officer: You've got one Mike to blow that downed helo.
[two of the SEALs rig the downed helicopter with explosives, as one of the SEALs places a charge on the roof he walks out to the tail but suddenly his foot slips and nearly falls off]
Nate - DEVGRU EOD: You alright?
[when the helicopter lands at the compound ground, the SEALs carrying the body bag place it into the helicopter and then jump themselves and the helicopter rises]
Pilot: Kilo-Red Forty-Six inbound for LZ in thirty seconds out.
Squadron Commanding Officer: Chopper Four-Six, we were demoing Five-One. Chopper Four-Six, wave off. Four-Six, wave off, wave off!
[suddenly the downed helicopter explodes, the men in the helicopter watch the flames as they fly away from the compound]

[at the operations base, Maya waits for the helicopter to land, she watches as the SEALs run out carrying the body bag and take it to hanger tent and place it on a trolley]
Justin: Wooooh!
[Patrick shakes hands with McCraven]
Admiral Bill McCraven: Well done, Patrick.
Patrick: Thank you.
Admiral Bill McCraven: Moving through!
[Justin pushes the trolley with the body on it]
Patrick: Alright, listen up, gentlemen! Read the signs. First floor; hard drives, files, anything! Second floor; opposite, down on the right! Third floor, ladies underwear.
[Patrick laughs as one of them SEALs playfully picks him up; the rest of the men unload all of the stuff gathered from the office at the compound]
Jared: We're on strike, they can't be that many of 'em, right?
Patrick: Collect all media! CDs, DVDs?
Jared: Who's got a Sharpie?
Zero Dark Thirty Quotes[Maya watches all this from outside, then she makes her way towards the hanger tent, she pushes past the SEALs and walks towards the body bag at the corner of the tent, once she reaches it, she unzips the bag and stares at it for a moment, she looks across at McCraven and nods her head; McCraven speaks into his phone]
Admiral Bill McCraven: Sir, the agency expert gave visual confirmation. Yes, sir, the girl. Hundred percent. Thank you, sir.
[she looks at the body again for a moment before zipping up the bag, then she turns and leaves the tent, once outside she takes a breath and closes her eyes]

[last lines; as Maya waits alone on the tarmac of an airstrip, a plane opens its hatch and Maya walks inside, the pilot walks towards her]
C-130 Pilot: Are you Maya?
Maya: Yeah.
C-130 Pilot: That's the only name they gave me. You can sit wherever you want, you're the only one on the manifest.
[Maya sits and buckles herself in]
C-130 Pilot: You must be pretty important. You got the whole plane to yourself. Where do you wanna go?
[Maya doesn't reply and as the plane hatch closes, Maya begins to cry]

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