Dark (2017) - full transcript
Paul Schrader was not allowed to come out with the version he desired for "Dying of the Light". He took the studio cut and modified it with his artistic license to achieve a closer version of the vision he had. "Dark" is a more aptly named film that focuses on CIA agent Evan Lake's last mission as he slowly begins to lose his mind from dementia/Alzheimer's.
This is the cross section of the brain
of the protagonist of our story.
Normal brain metabolic activity
is shown in red,
green blue shows
abnormaly low metabolism.
Lack of metabolic activity,
as indicated by low uptake
of Fludeoxyglucose
is caused by shrinkage
in the frontal lobes.
Although our protagonist
does not know it yet,
his brain is dying.
Man: Every year at this time,
it is my pleasure…
an honor, really…
to introduce
former deputy station chief, Beirut,
Chief of Station Kabul,
holder of the Donovan Award,
the Distinguished Intelligence Medal
and the only living recipient
of the Intelligence Star:
Evan Lake. Evan.
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell are you doing here?
Haven't you heard?
The CIA fell from the Berlin Wall
and all the president's men
can't put it back together again!
It's broke!
What…
I…
need…
to do.
Not reliable.
Not trustworthy.
Can't stand up to the White House.
Backstabbers.
Watching porn, tapping phones.
What is his name?
What in the name of
Jesus Christ nailed to the cross…
…are you doing here?
…are you doing here?
Because you heard the call.
That's why.
And it was the call of duty
and love of country.
For some it was adventure.
For some, mystique.
For all, it was 9/11
and you heard the call,
because you have values!
Don't listen…
to the TV talking heads,
the newspaper know-it-alls,
the Hollywood idiots,
the jackass film stars,
the Biscotti Latte layabouts…
They're background noise,
chatter.
They exist
on the edges of every
endeavour that requires
selfless service and loyalty and
deep within their cowardly hearts…
they wish you…
Thanks again, Ev.
We appreciate it.
You think they believed a word of it?
- I did.
- You were always an easy touch.
I won't be here next year.
On my way out.
What? You're a pup.
What are you, 40?
Got an offer
from the private sector.
You'll miss it.
Maybe I'll come back next year
just to hear your speech.
When I started riding a desk,
it was supposed to be temporary.
That was six years ago.
You've made your country proud.
I've gone through all the proper
channels, I've submitted the paperwork,
but I can't seem to reach anyone.
And I am sorry to bother you with this.
How long have you been
in government service?
Marines six years. Agency 30.
SIS three, 36 years,
last three years at medium pay.
That's…
that's 110,000 a year.
Hell, I'd retire for that much.
I doubt that, sir.
I have skills
better deployed in the field.
Come in.
Milt.
Wanna grab lunch?
Not today.
How'd it go?
Not so good.
Director said he's going
to see what he can do.
You all right?
Gotta tamper down,
get it under control.
Hey, put that dictionary on my hand.
It's that book over there,
the orange one. It's a dictionary.
Thanks. I know what a dictionary is.
You know,
there are two kinds
of people in this world:
men of action and everyone else.
Fuck!
All the indications
pointed that direction,
but it wasn't until
the PET scan was complete
that we could be sure.
So, no more memory tests?
Just the opposite.
Mental exercises
are shown to be effective…
All right, what is it?
Eight years and I'm dead?
Mr. Ruchowski,
let me repeat,
this is not Alzheimer's.
For many years,
frontotemporal dementia
and Alzheimer's were confused, but
frontotemporal dementia
is a separate disease.
It's better?
FTD is much more aggressive.
Much more?
How much more?
- Did anyone come with you today?
- No.
Family is very important
in a situation like this.
I don't have any brothers and sisters.
No children.
My work is my family.
I've spoken with Dr. Gross, Nathan Gross,
in the Special Care wing.
Now after we're finished,
you'll pay him a visit.
He's expecting you.
Is this frontal… FTD,
is there anything
I should be on the lookout for?
You will be subject to overreactions
or inappropriate reactions,
blank spells. Perhaps
you've noticed this already.
Mood swings,
unreliable sensory perception.
"Unreliable sensory perception."
That's what it's called.
What is prescribed?
Usually serotonin inhibitors…
Zoloft, Paxil…
or antidepressants.
But those are drugs for crazy people,
manic-depressives. That's not me.
Okay, let's get that clear.
That's not who I am.
John Randall?
Oh, yes.
You are…?
- Charles Ruchowski.
I'm a friend. An acquaintance.
Oh! From the Marine Corps?
Follow me.
John?
John, you have a visitor.
Just pull up a chair.
John, it's Charles.
It's a pleasant day today.
Are you comfortable?
There. Them better?
Would you like me to sing you something?
Would you like that?
From the Halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marines.
Yes?
Milton?
Yes.
This is Bob Deacon at NSA.
A while back you put in a watch
for certain chemical compounds.
This is three years ago.
You still interested in that?
- I am.
- Good, something's come up.
Where can I find you?
I'm coming over.
A couple of weeks ago
that flash drive
came into the possession
of the Romanians.
It was water-damaged…
the guy jumped off a bridge.
On it we found Islamic sermons
and medical reports.
That's where you come in.
We ran "Decitabine"
and your request came up.
Who was Abdi Abdikarim?
Kenyan national.
We had some old passport records.
Other than that, nothing.
SRI made inquiries, but the
Kenyans weren't all that much help.
Can I have a copy
of the full document?
There's over 50 pages.
That's all right.
I'll take it electronically.
Muhammad Banir is alive.
They say he's dead…
everybody says he's dead.
Killed in an explosion.
But he's not!
There was a body.
So what?
I didn't see any head.
I didn't see Banir's head.
Mr. Lake.
Mr. Lake, if you wish
to return to work at the CIA,
I strongly recommend you put the
matter of Muhammad Banir behind you.
This job…
is everything.
It's my…
my belief.
Yeah?
Evan, where are you? I've been
trying to reach you. I left messages.
I've been busy.
Something's come up.
What?
I don't wanna talk about it
over an open line.
Where are you?
I'll come meet you.
Evan, where are you?
Evan, where are you?
Diamond Tuesdays.
You're at Ruby Tuesdays?
Yes, I'm at Ruby Tuesdays.
That's what I just said.
Okay, which one?
The one in…
Arlington.
- Ev.
- Yeah?
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
Get this man
something to eat, please,
and a cup of coffee.
You got it.
Can I clear that for you?
Hey.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
That wasn't very sociable.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Do you want to talk about it?
What is so goddamn important?
This "something" that has come up.
There's been a possible hit on Banir.
Over the last year,
five requests for Deferiprone
which is not too unusual…
No, it doesn't affect the anemia.
It's just the iron deficiency.
Right, but the same source…
the man requesting it was Kenyan,
but the doctor is
in Bucharest University Hospital,
a research hospital.
Decitabine and Azacitidine,
which are only used
for clinical trials…
Mediterranean anemia.
Thalassemia, which is hereditary,
which we know
Muhammad Banir carries,
even though
he has been dead for 20 years.
You know his father died of it.
And Abdikarim,
the man procuring the drug,
was a suspect in a Nigerian fraud ring.
Rather than give himself up,
he jumps off a bridge.
Medical info was on a flash drive.
He ain't no Kenyan.
Abdikarim is a fucking raghead name.
What? I got nothing against ragheads.
Except maybe there are too many of them.
He was 100% healthy.
What else?
Nothing.
I knew he didn't die.
This means his condition
has moved to an advanced stage.
Now he can lay low,
he can become invisible,
but sooner or later
the disease will flush him out.
Banir's got it.
It's come out.
It's in his blood.
These are the blood cells of the
antagonist of our story.
The red cells suffer from a lack of
hemoglobin and excess of iron.
The symptoms are fatigue, jaundice,
leading to an enlarged spleen
and bone deformity.
Unset, occurs relatively early in life.
There is no known cure.
I've come across intelligence
which leads me to believe…
Muhammad Banir is alive.
Go on.
Banir was believed killed
during my extraction.
Not a word about him has been heard
for 22 years… until now.
Banir has a hereditary
blood disease, thalassemia.
If not apparent during childhood,
it can lay dormant
until midlife or later.
There have been recent
intercepts of requests
for medicine used primarily
during clinical trials for this anemia.
And what's the source
of these intercepts?
The source is confidential.
Lake, I am the director
of the fucking agency.
Nothing is confidential.
Who's the source?
If the source were to become known,
the source would be in danger.
And this is the same Muhammad
Banir who held you captive…
Yes, sir.
What do you propose?
I would like to set up a task force,
establish Banir's whereabouts,
extract him,
and have him return
to the United States for trial.
You'd like to set up a task force?
I meant the agency, sir.
Why don't we just let the man die?
That is assuming that your
confidential source is correct.
Because it is not
the policy of this agency,
nor is it the policy of this government,
to allow the man who's responsible
for at least 17 kidnappings,
a dozen executions
and the bombing of a tourist bus…
to go free simply because he's sick.
Mary, sent in Sanjar.
Come in.
This is Dr. Sanjar.
He's with the Office
of Medical Services.
Please, Evan, sit.
Dr. Sanjar was speaking
at UPenn Hospital,
a conference
on service-related diseases.
Did you really think
you could travel 150 miles,
make three visits
to a neurological clinic
under a false identity,
give blood, leave fingerprints
and not have us find out about it?
Dr. Clayborne forwarded
your medical records.
You don't have to worry about payment
or privacy or quality of care.
The CIA takes care of its own.
The OMS has a state-of-the-art facility.
In addition to which,
we coordinate our efforts
with AFRH here in Washington.
And we'd like to make this
as easy as possible for you.
We've been speaking to the DDO.
We'll have a retirement dinner.
The press… everyone'll come.
Heck, even the president will be there.
Banir.
What about Banir?
Muhammad Banir is dead, Lake.
Where did they put my files?
They'll take…
I didn't see Banir's head.
We interviewed
your departmental associates.
We are concerned about these
mood swings you've been suffering,
the unpredictability of behavior.
Fuck you!
Calm down.
Banir, damn it.
There is a concern that you could
become a liability to the agency.
- I'm a liability? Fuck you!
- Calm down.
You fucked this up just like
you fucked up everything else.
This is what they give
to assholes like me
who give their lives for their country!
Fucked up Iran-Contra,
fucked up Ames,
fucked up 9/11, fucked up WMD,
Afghanistan, Iraq, Benghazi.
Not you yourself of course, no.
No, you're just the latest
in a long line of fuck-ups
who turned this agency into a cesspool
of politics and special interests
on behalf of the weapons makers
and the surveillance industry,
who get richer while we get weaker.
- Mr. Lake.
- Who put you up to this, huh?
Whose got their hand in your pocket now?
You've got your head
so far up Obama's ass,
you can't see anything
except his shit anymore.
Shame on you.
Shame on you.
The medication has not arrived.
It should have been here.
I sent an email to Abdikarim.
It didn't get through.
- Hmm.
So…
what… do you… propose,
huh, doctor?
Ehm.
Huh, doctor?
I have your stuff.
I…
I hope you don't mind.
I didn't want to leave it there.
Can I come in?
Yeah, come in.
Thanks.
Do you… want something to drink?
What are you having?
- Sake.
- Sounds good.
I screwed up pretty bad today, huh?
No going back.
So much for the retirement party.
They're not gonna do nothing about Banir.
They treated me
like I was some sort of crackpot.
Kanpai.
- Kanpai.
- Have a seat.
That's the other reason I came.
NSA forwarded a copy
of Abdi's flash drive.
The prescribing physician is
Dr. Iulian Cornel, medical research.
That's why none of
the indicators went off.
- How long has this been happening?
- Two years.
Banir…
Well…
Possible Banir…
uses Abdikarim as a middleman.
Their communications,
any information about possible Banir…
Goes into the river…
or so he thinks.
And Abdi pays Dr. Cornel.
Evan.
Ignorant…
ignorant doctor in this?
Well, except for one thing.
Dr. Cornel has a Kenyan wife.
Ah.
How much does he charge?
10k euro every month.
- And doesn't report it.
- Nope.
Now we're on the same page.
The doctor's protecting himself.
You got the files?
I want you to go…
go to Bucharest.
Find this… doctor.
Get the medication.
Shave your beard.
Get European ways.
Better idea.
Get this Cornel to come here.
He will be my new doctor now this…
Wangari doesn't have the experience.
Here he is.
"Dr. Iulian Cornel"
"Grant to develop novel
therapeutic agents: b-thalassemia."
"Sponsor:
Cooley's Anemia Foundation."
Bingo.
Muhammad Banir,
you think you can hide?
Nobody can hide from the reaper.
Can we get in?
Into what?
Into the correspondence
between Banir and the doctor.
Cornel hasn't heard from Abdi…
so now he's wondering…
"Where's my payment?"
It… it's possible, but…
But what?
If this med is for Banir,
why hasn't anyone heard
from him in 20 years?
I can explain.
Banir thought I had an asset
in his group, a double.
That's what he was trying
to get me to give up.
There was no fucking asset.
I couldn't give it up even if I wanted,
but that was the deal.
After my extraction, I had my doubts,
so I sent some intelligence hinting
that Banir himself was the double,
a cable that would be intercepted
at the highest levels.
If he was still alive,
I wanted him off the playing field.
I drove him into the ground.
Everybody figured he was dead.
I had my doubts.
Why?
Because he's a true believer.
Guys like that don't just die.
You gotta… you gotta rip out
their hearts with your bare hands.
You've been giving this
a lot of thought, haven't you?
Just once a day.
- Every day.
- All day long.
Don't answer it.
Shit.
Uh, just stay there.
Dr. Sanjar, I'm real busy
right now. I don't have the time.
Evan, I don't want to leave it
the way it was left today.
It was not right.
- It's all right.
- No, it's not.
I'm not going to let you
push this aside.
We want to help you.
Come to my office,
we'll sit down, have a talk,
prepare for the future.
It doesn't have to be tomorrow.
Whenever you like.
Agreed?
Yeah. Agreed.
I'll see you then.
See you then.
You gonna tell me
what that was about?
Nothing. Let's get drunk.
This goes back to when I found
you at Ruby Tuesdays, doesn't it?
Can't a man have any privacy?
All right, look,
I'm risking my job here,
but you've got
another program running,
something you won't tell me about.
You gotta be straight.
You owe me that much.
Happy?
It's not so bad now…
little things,
things that I can hide, but…
that's a train
that only runs one way.
Everything up here?
Rotting.
Bit by bit, it slips away.
- You've known this…
- I suspected.
About a year ago,
something in my head just…
fell.
By the time you start
showing symptoms,
the atrophy's done its damage.
You know, I wanna know something.
Were they asking about me?
Uh, not to me directly, but yeah.
You're angry?
- Not at them.
Well, actually, maybe at them,
but this whole damn thing.
Why me? Why the fuck me?
I didn't do anything wrong!
Wasn't like I was butt-fucking chimps in
the asshole in the Congo and invented AIDS.
You still have time left.
Make the most of it.
Why waste it looking for someone
who may not even exist?
He does exist.
There is a window here.
It won't be open long,
then it will close,
and Banir will have
gotten away with it.
And I am gonna do something
worth remembering
with what's left of my time.
It's programmed to
the number I was given.
The money came in.
10,000 euros, Abdi's account.
You have cash?
Yes.
And no one to pick it up.
Shit, I gotta hurry.
You go to Romania?
- Do you have…
- Don't tell me anything.
I know nothing.
- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.
I owe you. You saved me.
Do you have a gun?
In the trunk.
We'll need at least three sets,
all vetted.
- How long for the IDs?
- Two days, maybe three.
What if I say no?
Well then, Mr. Secret Agent Man,
I might have to drop a dime on you.
You know,
I half believe you would.
Have you clarified your plan?
There's a woman meeting us in Bucharest.
Oh. You are full of surprises.
Michelle Zubarain,
used to be a journalist,
Mid-East danger junkie.
Might even have been an agent.
She works out of Prague now.
She an old flame?
Just someone I used to know.
And?
Just, you know, one step at a time.
Seeing what'll happen next.
Professor Dr. Iulian Cornel.
Nothing particularly
stands out about him.
Keeps a low profile, community service,
sits on a couple of boards.
The wife?
Angena? They met
through an aid program.
- Where?
- Mombasa.
- Sir.
- What?
This is a nonsmoking section.
Let me just check something.
Yup, I am in Romania.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
This whole country is a smoking section.
Evan.
There is a smoking area upstairs.
Just when did you start
having nonsmoking sections?
Smoking is mandatory here. Look.
- See? - Concentrate.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
I'm putting it out.
Jesus.
Thank you for bringing
that to our attention.
I'm sorry, Michelle. I'm sorry
about that. It's the jet lag.
It's got me…
it's got me turned around.
It's all right.
What's the best way
to approach Dr. Cornel?
In his office during business hours,
closed door,
with colleagues nearby.
I've prepared an official cover.
Not tomorrow.
The day after.
- Okay.
I'll be ready by then.
How did you and Michelle meet?
If I'm not being too forward.
No, it's not too forward. It just…
wasn't…
particularly glamorous.
How did you and Evan meet?
That's more interesting.
I was an asset.
The agency just stepped back.
Then Evan Lake showed up.
Two days later I was
on a plane back to Washington.
They just needed to be reminded
we take care of our own.
I was a believer then.
I've gotta get back to the room.
This flight really took it out of me.
I'll see you later.
Did you have to say that?
Did I embarrass you?
No.
You couldn't embarrass me.
When are you going to do it?
Do what?
Lean over the table and kiss me.
Don't mind me, I'm not asleep.
I want to thank you for
helping me out in the restaurant.
Did you tell her?
If you want a family,
if you want kids,
don't put it off.
In my office, please.
Decitabine is not a prohibited drug,
so I don't see why…
Dr. Cornel, I'm here as a liaison.
This request has come
through official channels.
It originates from Washington, DC.
Washington?
English, please.
We have an interest in this person,
Abdi Abdikarim.
What kind of a name is that anyway?
He said he was Kenyan.
What's your connection to him?
I only met him once at a coffee shop.
The rest was through the mails.
When was that?
Two years ago.
You've been prescribing
a rare, potent drug
to somebody you met once
in a coffee shop two years ago?
He had medical records.
He was representing someone else,
but the name had been redacted.
You have no knowledge of
who's actually using this drug?
None whatsoever,
but I did nothing wrong.
I did everything by the book.
20,000 euros every two months.
Does that sound about right?
And why should that
be a security concern?
Cornish…
Cornish…
Cornish…
Cornel.
Dr. Iulian Cornel,
let us decide what is
or isn't a security concern.
Arrest him.
Dr. Cornel, could you please stand up.
What?
Turn around.
No no no, I can't be arrested.
I cannot be arrested.
You don't understand.
- Tell it to your lawyer.
He came into my home last night.
My wife was terrified.
- Who?
- He didn't give his name.
He said Abdi was dead.
He was an Arab.
He wanted the Decitabine
and wanted me to go to the patient.
- Where?
- Didn't say.
- Why are you still here?
- Uh…
You asked for more money, didn't you?
How much?
30,000.
You're a successful doctor.
You're going somewhere you don't know
to treat someone you don't know
for a lousy 30,000 euros.
What am I missing here?
Well…
it's my wife.
She's from Kenya.
They said they'll kill
her family if I didn't come.
The Arab man who told you this,
is he planning on traveling with you?
I assume so.
You think Cornel will
contact us when they call him?
Yeah, he'll call.
We've got him scared now.
We're his only chance.
30.000.
Who does he think he is, eh?
He…
he is a crook.
I wouldn't trust him if he wasn't.
Anyway.
He only wants 15,000 now, so…
he has to come.
Go. Send it from the internet cafe.
Source will ask for more time,
tell him no, I--
I don't have time.
Evan.
Evan.
38.
31.
24.
31.
45.
24.
17.
10.
Three.
You warm enough?
I needed to get some.
I got anxious.
I cou…
couldn't find any, so…
kept walking.
But the thing was I…
I… I… I couldn't remember
the name of the hotel.
You left your wallet.
It's just three blocks over.
It happens towards the end of the day.
'Sundowner' it's called.
Nobody knows why.
You get anxious, confused…
I had to get out,
go somewhere.
Do you feel better?
And take your medication.
Yeah, I just slipped.
Lost track.
I'm all right.
Dr. Cornel called.
The money will arrive tomorrow.
They said to be ready
to travel in a few days,
had to get him a Kenyan visa.
Banir's Arab friend?
Yeah.
Come on, let's go this way.
It's gonna start snowing.
I know where the damned Hotel is.
Stop trying to put a bib on me, okay?
Okay.
It's a quarter past.
The airplane ticket and the money.
Okay.
And the passport.
Just give me a second.
You are out of this.
You dodged a bullet.
Nothing's gonna happen
to you or your people.
Any word from Aasim?
The doctor will arrive on Wednesday.
After that… nothing?
Not yet.
No, no, no. No, no.
Just a few more moments.
What was his phone number again?
254-41-834-5571.
Where is that?
Mombasa.
The asshole of East Africa.
That's exactly where someone
like Banir would end up.
That's where Cornel
will meet with Banir.
- When?
- Tuesday.
We gotta make Banir think this…
What was his name?
- Aasim.
…is still alive.
Well, all the messages are texts,
so we can text.
Yeah, Michelle?
Yeah, me too.
Look, Milt needs a Kenyan visa.
As soon as possible.
And there's another thing.
After the base is down, just…
tone it down
a little with a cotton ball.
Are you taking this down?
All right.
Dr. Iulian Cornel.
I was able to expedite your Kenyan visa.
Serban.
What exactly did you see?
I didn't see anything.
Thank you.
You might want to keep it
to yourself for a day.
Why?
Give Evan another day to
think about what he's doing.
Evan is…
What?
Evan has retired.
You should tell him.
I tried.
Michelle had to run.
She said she'll see you tomorrow.
She was able to get
my visa. I have it.
I was watching TV. Something
about a body on University campus.
Let's pack up,
go to a hotel near the airport,
stay in the room
until the flight leaves.
Just before the flight,
text Banir from Aasim's phone,
Aasim says he's been
detained by security.
What about Michelle?
What did she ask?
Did she say anything about me?
No.
Don't tell her how the story ends.
I am Dr. Cornel.
- Dr. Cornel.
- Yes.
- Iulian Cornel?
- Yes.
I am Mbui.
So glad you could come.
I'll take you to Dr. Wangari's office.
Where is Aasim?
He is coming.
When did Mr. Ali Hariri
have his last transfusion?
Three days ago.
When is he scheduled for another?
Three days.
Here at the clinic?
Saeed Ali Hariri is being
treated at his own residence.
Here at the clinic?
Dr. Cornel, you were given
letter with all explained.
We wrote this.
I am just double checking.
Al-Hariri is not able
to leave his residence.
Let me go through everything tonight.
These are for me, correct?
Then tomorrow I will visit
Mr. Ali Hariri at his residence.
Will you be coming, doctor?
Dr. Wangari will not be able to join us.
I'll pick you up at the hotel, 4:00 p.m.
Banir's assitant Mbui is going
to pick me up tomorrow 4:00 p.m.
I went shopping at the market.
A Jericho 941 and a Glock.
How much?
Two thousand euros.
You got took.
Well…
we've got euros to spare.
You smell something?
Mombasa?
The other night when we
were in the park in Bucharest,
I touched your jacket.
You were wearing this…
blue, like canvas jacket,
but when I touched it,
it… it felt just like dog fur.
Isn't it strange when you
can't even trust your own fingers?
And don't ask me how I feel.
I wouldn't think of it.
Evan.
Crock.
Crock is… gun.
No way I'll be able to bring
a gun with me tomorrow.
Mbui frisked me today.
He'll frisk me again tomorrow.
Well, how do you plan to do it?
It's been so long,
thought about it so long,
I'm not sure.
Maybe I'll just let
the moment guide me.
I've got a syringe and medication.
One's quick and painless,
the other's a
strychnine derivative…
excruciating, takes over an hour.
Or maybe I'll just get up close to him,
slice him and let his blood
wash all over me.
I don't feel comfortable
letting you go in there alone.
I'll be all right.
I brought a belt blade.
I'll be able to get that through,
but that's about it.
- So that's that then?
- Yeah.
Milt…
thanks for coming along.
No problem, old sport.
If I'm not out in an hour,
do whatever you want.
Please.
Did you sleep well?
Sometimes the heat is a problem.
Open the briefcase.
Dr. Cornel.
Salaam alaikum.
Salaam alaikum, Saeed Ali Hariri.
Dr. Cornel, thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Forgive me for not…
standing.
Mbui, some tea.
And those… those dates.
Mind if I sit?
Oh, please.
Dr. Wangari has
provided me your records,
your treatment history.
Last night I was in contact
with several of my colleagues.
Thank you.
I noticed you were scheduled
three months ago
for a bone marrow transplant,
but I found no record of the procedure.
Was there a problem with the donor?
It was too dangerous.
Uh, no sibling donor was possible,
no compatible cousins.
It is risky, but an unrelated donor
can be found based on HLB
and DR histocompatibility.
The university hospital
can assist in finding such a donor.
We have a large database.
Should have been done before.
It is more dangerous now,
but we have no choice.
At present, transplantation is
the only possible curative therapy.
And… it can be done here?
Yes.
Excuse me,
I am not such a young man.
Where is the toilet?
Back and to the left.
- So sorry.
- Oh, please. Please.
There is a problem with the toilet.
Mmm. Mbui.
It won't flush.
- You pulled the chain?
- I pulled the chain.
There is something stuck… in there.
I have to be honest.
Your condition is
far worse than I imagined.
Your long-term chances
for survival are not good.
Neither are your short-term chances.
In fact, they are quite hopeless.
It's because I'm not a doctor.
My name isn't Iulian Cornel…
and your name isn't Ali Hariri.
Your name…
is Muhammad Banir.
Mr. Ruchowski.
Evan Lake.
- Where is your backup?
- Hmm?
Your elite commandos.
Oh.
You came alone.
How did you find me?
Through the request for experimental
thalassemia medication, Decitabine.
Family medical history.
Yeah.
So…
how are you…
How are you going to kill me?
I- I-I don't know.
How are you going to kill me?
I don't know.
What the hell are you doing?
We have some time.
Perhaps we can have that…
conversation that I wanted to have
that time years ago.
Huh?
Perhaps you've read some of my writings?
Mr. Lake, we strongly recommend you put
the matter of Muhammad Banir behind you.
I didn't know you were still active.
I contribute…
a number of web sites
not under my name.
Of course,
you are religious man, Mr. Lake?
No, I'm not religious.
I think you are.
America, yeah?
You see yourself as a religion…
America.
I've written about this,
the American way of life.
Have you been
to Greeley, Colorado?
Sayyid Qutb…
who went from Cairo
to Colorado State College in 1948.
He said Greeley was
like paradise on earth.
What Qutb saw was jahiliyyah, huh?
Decadence,
promiscuity, pop music.
"Baby, It's Cold Outside."
The- the- the flirting
and the mixing of men and women,
the disrespect… so no, he left.
Went back to Egypt
and the movement was born.
The Muslim Brotherhood.
My father knew him.
No, Nasser…
Nasser executed him.
It was too late.
Fundamentalism,
the message…
from the prophet…
was social justice!
Better schools, better jobs.
Mr. Lake.
This doesn't just… just end.
Are you still a believer?
Hmm?
Do you still believe?
I don't. I don't.
My faith, it was…
it was taken from me.
You think I'm playing games
with you, Mr. Lake?
Huh?
You think we are playing games?
No, my name is Charles Ruchowski.
While mullahs,
ayatollahs, they get rich.
They have their orgies,
imprison their opponents.
Why? Hmm? Why?
I'm Charles Ruchowski.
I'm a representative for Spirit Systems.
The only hope
for Islam now is…
Marx, hmm?
Social justice.
We like the fear.
I like the fear.
I like the fear.
Our believers, not so many.
No, the truly dangerous people…
are the ones who follow orders.
Do you think it made any difference?
What you did!
You! You! You!
Do you?
Now, what is the name
of the source, Mr. Lake?
You are sick too. Hmm?
I see it, your face.
You have a disease of the blood.
My disease is in the brain.
What sort of disease?
I'm forgetting things.
Ohh.
There is a lot to forget.
Evan.
Come upstairs.
of the protagonist of our story.
Normal brain metabolic activity
is shown in red,
green blue shows
abnormaly low metabolism.
Lack of metabolic activity,
as indicated by low uptake
of Fludeoxyglucose
is caused by shrinkage
in the frontal lobes.
Although our protagonist
does not know it yet,
his brain is dying.
Man: Every year at this time,
it is my pleasure…
an honor, really…
to introduce
former deputy station chief, Beirut,
Chief of Station Kabul,
holder of the Donovan Award,
the Distinguished Intelligence Medal
and the only living recipient
of the Intelligence Star:
Evan Lake. Evan.
What the hell are you doing?
What the hell are you doing here?
Haven't you heard?
The CIA fell from the Berlin Wall
and all the president's men
can't put it back together again!
It's broke!
What…
I…
need…
to do.
Not reliable.
Not trustworthy.
Can't stand up to the White House.
Backstabbers.
Watching porn, tapping phones.
What is his name?
What in the name of
Jesus Christ nailed to the cross…
…are you doing here?
…are you doing here?
Because you heard the call.
That's why.
And it was the call of duty
and love of country.
For some it was adventure.
For some, mystique.
For all, it was 9/11
and you heard the call,
because you have values!
Don't listen…
to the TV talking heads,
the newspaper know-it-alls,
the Hollywood idiots,
the jackass film stars,
the Biscotti Latte layabouts…
They're background noise,
chatter.
They exist
on the edges of every
endeavour that requires
selfless service and loyalty and
deep within their cowardly hearts…
they wish you…
Thanks again, Ev.
We appreciate it.
You think they believed a word of it?
- I did.
- You were always an easy touch.
I won't be here next year.
On my way out.
What? You're a pup.
What are you, 40?
Got an offer
from the private sector.
You'll miss it.
Maybe I'll come back next year
just to hear your speech.
When I started riding a desk,
it was supposed to be temporary.
That was six years ago.
You've made your country proud.
I've gone through all the proper
channels, I've submitted the paperwork,
but I can't seem to reach anyone.
And I am sorry to bother you with this.
How long have you been
in government service?
Marines six years. Agency 30.
SIS three, 36 years,
last three years at medium pay.
That's…
that's 110,000 a year.
Hell, I'd retire for that much.
I doubt that, sir.
I have skills
better deployed in the field.
Come in.
Milt.
Wanna grab lunch?
Not today.
How'd it go?
Not so good.
Director said he's going
to see what he can do.
You all right?
Gotta tamper down,
get it under control.
Hey, put that dictionary on my hand.
It's that book over there,
the orange one. It's a dictionary.
Thanks. I know what a dictionary is.
You know,
there are two kinds
of people in this world:
men of action and everyone else.
Fuck!
All the indications
pointed that direction,
but it wasn't until
the PET scan was complete
that we could be sure.
So, no more memory tests?
Just the opposite.
Mental exercises
are shown to be effective…
All right, what is it?
Eight years and I'm dead?
Mr. Ruchowski,
let me repeat,
this is not Alzheimer's.
For many years,
frontotemporal dementia
and Alzheimer's were confused, but
frontotemporal dementia
is a separate disease.
It's better?
FTD is much more aggressive.
Much more?
How much more?
- Did anyone come with you today?
- No.
Family is very important
in a situation like this.
I don't have any brothers and sisters.
No children.
My work is my family.
I've spoken with Dr. Gross, Nathan Gross,
in the Special Care wing.
Now after we're finished,
you'll pay him a visit.
He's expecting you.
Is this frontal… FTD,
is there anything
I should be on the lookout for?
You will be subject to overreactions
or inappropriate reactions,
blank spells. Perhaps
you've noticed this already.
Mood swings,
unreliable sensory perception.
"Unreliable sensory perception."
That's what it's called.
What is prescribed?
Usually serotonin inhibitors…
Zoloft, Paxil…
or antidepressants.
But those are drugs for crazy people,
manic-depressives. That's not me.
Okay, let's get that clear.
That's not who I am.
John Randall?
Oh, yes.
You are…?
- Charles Ruchowski.
I'm a friend. An acquaintance.
Oh! From the Marine Corps?
Follow me.
John?
John, you have a visitor.
Just pull up a chair.
John, it's Charles.
It's a pleasant day today.
Are you comfortable?
There. Them better?
Would you like me to sing you something?
Would you like that?
From the Halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marines.
Yes?
Milton?
Yes.
This is Bob Deacon at NSA.
A while back you put in a watch
for certain chemical compounds.
This is three years ago.
You still interested in that?
- I am.
- Good, something's come up.
Where can I find you?
I'm coming over.
A couple of weeks ago
that flash drive
came into the possession
of the Romanians.
It was water-damaged…
the guy jumped off a bridge.
On it we found Islamic sermons
and medical reports.
That's where you come in.
We ran "Decitabine"
and your request came up.
Who was Abdi Abdikarim?
Kenyan national.
We had some old passport records.
Other than that, nothing.
SRI made inquiries, but the
Kenyans weren't all that much help.
Can I have a copy
of the full document?
There's over 50 pages.
That's all right.
I'll take it electronically.
Muhammad Banir is alive.
They say he's dead…
everybody says he's dead.
Killed in an explosion.
But he's not!
There was a body.
So what?
I didn't see any head.
I didn't see Banir's head.
Mr. Lake.
Mr. Lake, if you wish
to return to work at the CIA,
I strongly recommend you put the
matter of Muhammad Banir behind you.
This job…
is everything.
It's my…
my belief.
Yeah?
Evan, where are you? I've been
trying to reach you. I left messages.
I've been busy.
Something's come up.
What?
I don't wanna talk about it
over an open line.
Where are you?
I'll come meet you.
Evan, where are you?
Evan, where are you?
Diamond Tuesdays.
You're at Ruby Tuesdays?
Yes, I'm at Ruby Tuesdays.
That's what I just said.
Okay, which one?
The one in…
Arlington.
- Ev.
- Yeah?
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
Get this man
something to eat, please,
and a cup of coffee.
You got it.
Can I clear that for you?
Hey.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
That wasn't very sociable.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Do you want to talk about it?
What is so goddamn important?
This "something" that has come up.
There's been a possible hit on Banir.
Over the last year,
five requests for Deferiprone
which is not too unusual…
No, it doesn't affect the anemia.
It's just the iron deficiency.
Right, but the same source…
the man requesting it was Kenyan,
but the doctor is
in Bucharest University Hospital,
a research hospital.
Decitabine and Azacitidine,
which are only used
for clinical trials…
Mediterranean anemia.
Thalassemia, which is hereditary,
which we know
Muhammad Banir carries,
even though
he has been dead for 20 years.
You know his father died of it.
And Abdikarim,
the man procuring the drug,
was a suspect in a Nigerian fraud ring.
Rather than give himself up,
he jumps off a bridge.
Medical info was on a flash drive.
He ain't no Kenyan.
Abdikarim is a fucking raghead name.
What? I got nothing against ragheads.
Except maybe there are too many of them.
He was 100% healthy.
What else?
Nothing.
I knew he didn't die.
This means his condition
has moved to an advanced stage.
Now he can lay low,
he can become invisible,
but sooner or later
the disease will flush him out.
Banir's got it.
It's come out.
It's in his blood.
These are the blood cells of the
antagonist of our story.
The red cells suffer from a lack of
hemoglobin and excess of iron.
The symptoms are fatigue, jaundice,
leading to an enlarged spleen
and bone deformity.
Unset, occurs relatively early in life.
There is no known cure.
I've come across intelligence
which leads me to believe…
Muhammad Banir is alive.
Go on.
Banir was believed killed
during my extraction.
Not a word about him has been heard
for 22 years… until now.
Banir has a hereditary
blood disease, thalassemia.
If not apparent during childhood,
it can lay dormant
until midlife or later.
There have been recent
intercepts of requests
for medicine used primarily
during clinical trials for this anemia.
And what's the source
of these intercepts?
The source is confidential.
Lake, I am the director
of the fucking agency.
Nothing is confidential.
Who's the source?
If the source were to become known,
the source would be in danger.
And this is the same Muhammad
Banir who held you captive…
Yes, sir.
What do you propose?
I would like to set up a task force,
establish Banir's whereabouts,
extract him,
and have him return
to the United States for trial.
You'd like to set up a task force?
I meant the agency, sir.
Why don't we just let the man die?
That is assuming that your
confidential source is correct.
Because it is not
the policy of this agency,
nor is it the policy of this government,
to allow the man who's responsible
for at least 17 kidnappings,
a dozen executions
and the bombing of a tourist bus…
to go free simply because he's sick.
Mary, sent in Sanjar.
Come in.
This is Dr. Sanjar.
He's with the Office
of Medical Services.
Please, Evan, sit.
Dr. Sanjar was speaking
at UPenn Hospital,
a conference
on service-related diseases.
Did you really think
you could travel 150 miles,
make three visits
to a neurological clinic
under a false identity,
give blood, leave fingerprints
and not have us find out about it?
Dr. Clayborne forwarded
your medical records.
You don't have to worry about payment
or privacy or quality of care.
The CIA takes care of its own.
The OMS has a state-of-the-art facility.
In addition to which,
we coordinate our efforts
with AFRH here in Washington.
And we'd like to make this
as easy as possible for you.
We've been speaking to the DDO.
We'll have a retirement dinner.
The press… everyone'll come.
Heck, even the president will be there.
Banir.
What about Banir?
Muhammad Banir is dead, Lake.
Where did they put my files?
They'll take…
I didn't see Banir's head.
We interviewed
your departmental associates.
We are concerned about these
mood swings you've been suffering,
the unpredictability of behavior.
Fuck you!
Calm down.
Banir, damn it.
There is a concern that you could
become a liability to the agency.
- I'm a liability? Fuck you!
- Calm down.
You fucked this up just like
you fucked up everything else.
This is what they give
to assholes like me
who give their lives for their country!
Fucked up Iran-Contra,
fucked up Ames,
fucked up 9/11, fucked up WMD,
Afghanistan, Iraq, Benghazi.
Not you yourself of course, no.
No, you're just the latest
in a long line of fuck-ups
who turned this agency into a cesspool
of politics and special interests
on behalf of the weapons makers
and the surveillance industry,
who get richer while we get weaker.
- Mr. Lake.
- Who put you up to this, huh?
Whose got their hand in your pocket now?
You've got your head
so far up Obama's ass,
you can't see anything
except his shit anymore.
Shame on you.
Shame on you.
The medication has not arrived.
It should have been here.
I sent an email to Abdikarim.
It didn't get through.
- Hmm.
So…
what… do you… propose,
huh, doctor?
Ehm.
Huh, doctor?
I have your stuff.
I…
I hope you don't mind.
I didn't want to leave it there.
Can I come in?
Yeah, come in.
Thanks.
Do you… want something to drink?
What are you having?
- Sake.
- Sounds good.
I screwed up pretty bad today, huh?
No going back.
So much for the retirement party.
They're not gonna do nothing about Banir.
They treated me
like I was some sort of crackpot.
Kanpai.
- Kanpai.
- Have a seat.
That's the other reason I came.
NSA forwarded a copy
of Abdi's flash drive.
The prescribing physician is
Dr. Iulian Cornel, medical research.
That's why none of
the indicators went off.
- How long has this been happening?
- Two years.
Banir…
Well…
Possible Banir…
uses Abdikarim as a middleman.
Their communications,
any information about possible Banir…
Goes into the river…
or so he thinks.
And Abdi pays Dr. Cornel.
Evan.
Ignorant…
ignorant doctor in this?
Well, except for one thing.
Dr. Cornel has a Kenyan wife.
Ah.
How much does he charge?
10k euro every month.
- And doesn't report it.
- Nope.
Now we're on the same page.
The doctor's protecting himself.
You got the files?
I want you to go…
go to Bucharest.
Find this… doctor.
Get the medication.
Shave your beard.
Get European ways.
Better idea.
Get this Cornel to come here.
He will be my new doctor now this…
Wangari doesn't have the experience.
Here he is.
"Dr. Iulian Cornel"
"Grant to develop novel
therapeutic agents: b-thalassemia."
"Sponsor:
Cooley's Anemia Foundation."
Bingo.
Muhammad Banir,
you think you can hide?
Nobody can hide from the reaper.
Can we get in?
Into what?
Into the correspondence
between Banir and the doctor.
Cornel hasn't heard from Abdi…
so now he's wondering…
"Where's my payment?"
It… it's possible, but…
But what?
If this med is for Banir,
why hasn't anyone heard
from him in 20 years?
I can explain.
Banir thought I had an asset
in his group, a double.
That's what he was trying
to get me to give up.
There was no fucking asset.
I couldn't give it up even if I wanted,
but that was the deal.
After my extraction, I had my doubts,
so I sent some intelligence hinting
that Banir himself was the double,
a cable that would be intercepted
at the highest levels.
If he was still alive,
I wanted him off the playing field.
I drove him into the ground.
Everybody figured he was dead.
I had my doubts.
Why?
Because he's a true believer.
Guys like that don't just die.
You gotta… you gotta rip out
their hearts with your bare hands.
You've been giving this
a lot of thought, haven't you?
Just once a day.
- Every day.
- All day long.
Don't answer it.
Shit.
Uh, just stay there.
Dr. Sanjar, I'm real busy
right now. I don't have the time.
Evan, I don't want to leave it
the way it was left today.
It was not right.
- It's all right.
- No, it's not.
I'm not going to let you
push this aside.
We want to help you.
Come to my office,
we'll sit down, have a talk,
prepare for the future.
It doesn't have to be tomorrow.
Whenever you like.
Agreed?
Yeah. Agreed.
I'll see you then.
See you then.
You gonna tell me
what that was about?
Nothing. Let's get drunk.
This goes back to when I found
you at Ruby Tuesdays, doesn't it?
Can't a man have any privacy?
All right, look,
I'm risking my job here,
but you've got
another program running,
something you won't tell me about.
You gotta be straight.
You owe me that much.
Happy?
It's not so bad now…
little things,
things that I can hide, but…
that's a train
that only runs one way.
Everything up here?
Rotting.
Bit by bit, it slips away.
- You've known this…
- I suspected.
About a year ago,
something in my head just…
fell.
By the time you start
showing symptoms,
the atrophy's done its damage.
You know, I wanna know something.
Were they asking about me?
Uh, not to me directly, but yeah.
You're angry?
- Not at them.
Well, actually, maybe at them,
but this whole damn thing.
Why me? Why the fuck me?
I didn't do anything wrong!
Wasn't like I was butt-fucking chimps in
the asshole in the Congo and invented AIDS.
You still have time left.
Make the most of it.
Why waste it looking for someone
who may not even exist?
He does exist.
There is a window here.
It won't be open long,
then it will close,
and Banir will have
gotten away with it.
And I am gonna do something
worth remembering
with what's left of my time.
It's programmed to
the number I was given.
The money came in.
10,000 euros, Abdi's account.
You have cash?
Yes.
And no one to pick it up.
Shit, I gotta hurry.
You go to Romania?
- Do you have…
- Don't tell me anything.
I know nothing.
- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.
I owe you. You saved me.
Do you have a gun?
In the trunk.
We'll need at least three sets,
all vetted.
- How long for the IDs?
- Two days, maybe three.
What if I say no?
Well then, Mr. Secret Agent Man,
I might have to drop a dime on you.
You know,
I half believe you would.
Have you clarified your plan?
There's a woman meeting us in Bucharest.
Oh. You are full of surprises.
Michelle Zubarain,
used to be a journalist,
Mid-East danger junkie.
Might even have been an agent.
She works out of Prague now.
She an old flame?
Just someone I used to know.
And?
Just, you know, one step at a time.
Seeing what'll happen next.
Professor Dr. Iulian Cornel.
Nothing particularly
stands out about him.
Keeps a low profile, community service,
sits on a couple of boards.
The wife?
Angena? They met
through an aid program.
- Where?
- Mombasa.
- Sir.
- What?
This is a nonsmoking section.
Let me just check something.
Yup, I am in Romania.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
This whole country is a smoking section.
Evan.
There is a smoking area upstairs.
Just when did you start
having nonsmoking sections?
Smoking is mandatory here. Look.
- See? - Concentrate.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
I'm putting it out.
Jesus.
Thank you for bringing
that to our attention.
I'm sorry, Michelle. I'm sorry
about that. It's the jet lag.
It's got me…
it's got me turned around.
It's all right.
What's the best way
to approach Dr. Cornel?
In his office during business hours,
closed door,
with colleagues nearby.
I've prepared an official cover.
Not tomorrow.
The day after.
- Okay.
I'll be ready by then.
How did you and Michelle meet?
If I'm not being too forward.
No, it's not too forward. It just…
wasn't…
particularly glamorous.
How did you and Evan meet?
That's more interesting.
I was an asset.
The agency just stepped back.
Then Evan Lake showed up.
Two days later I was
on a plane back to Washington.
They just needed to be reminded
we take care of our own.
I was a believer then.
I've gotta get back to the room.
This flight really took it out of me.
I'll see you later.
Did you have to say that?
Did I embarrass you?
No.
You couldn't embarrass me.
When are you going to do it?
Do what?
Lean over the table and kiss me.
Don't mind me, I'm not asleep.
I want to thank you for
helping me out in the restaurant.
Did you tell her?
If you want a family,
if you want kids,
don't put it off.
In my office, please.
Decitabine is not a prohibited drug,
so I don't see why…
Dr. Cornel, I'm here as a liaison.
This request has come
through official channels.
It originates from Washington, DC.
Washington?
English, please.
We have an interest in this person,
Abdi Abdikarim.
What kind of a name is that anyway?
He said he was Kenyan.
What's your connection to him?
I only met him once at a coffee shop.
The rest was through the mails.
When was that?
Two years ago.
You've been prescribing
a rare, potent drug
to somebody you met once
in a coffee shop two years ago?
He had medical records.
He was representing someone else,
but the name had been redacted.
You have no knowledge of
who's actually using this drug?
None whatsoever,
but I did nothing wrong.
I did everything by the book.
20,000 euros every two months.
Does that sound about right?
And why should that
be a security concern?
Cornish…
Cornish…
Cornish…
Cornel.
Dr. Iulian Cornel,
let us decide what is
or isn't a security concern.
Arrest him.
Dr. Cornel, could you please stand up.
What?
Turn around.
No no no, I can't be arrested.
I cannot be arrested.
You don't understand.
- Tell it to your lawyer.
He came into my home last night.
My wife was terrified.
- Who?
- He didn't give his name.
He said Abdi was dead.
He was an Arab.
He wanted the Decitabine
and wanted me to go to the patient.
- Where?
- Didn't say.
- Why are you still here?
- Uh…
You asked for more money, didn't you?
How much?
30,000.
You're a successful doctor.
You're going somewhere you don't know
to treat someone you don't know
for a lousy 30,000 euros.
What am I missing here?
Well…
it's my wife.
She's from Kenya.
They said they'll kill
her family if I didn't come.
The Arab man who told you this,
is he planning on traveling with you?
I assume so.
You think Cornel will
contact us when they call him?
Yeah, he'll call.
We've got him scared now.
We're his only chance.
30.000.
Who does he think he is, eh?
He…
he is a crook.
I wouldn't trust him if he wasn't.
Anyway.
He only wants 15,000 now, so…
he has to come.
Go. Send it from the internet cafe.
Source will ask for more time,
tell him no, I--
I don't have time.
Evan.
Evan.
38.
31.
24.
31.
45.
24.
17.
10.
Three.
You warm enough?
I needed to get some.
I got anxious.
I cou…
couldn't find any, so…
kept walking.
But the thing was I…
I… I… I couldn't remember
the name of the hotel.
You left your wallet.
It's just three blocks over.
It happens towards the end of the day.
'Sundowner' it's called.
Nobody knows why.
You get anxious, confused…
I had to get out,
go somewhere.
Do you feel better?
And take your medication.
Yeah, I just slipped.
Lost track.
I'm all right.
Dr. Cornel called.
The money will arrive tomorrow.
They said to be ready
to travel in a few days,
had to get him a Kenyan visa.
Banir's Arab friend?
Yeah.
Come on, let's go this way.
It's gonna start snowing.
I know where the damned Hotel is.
Stop trying to put a bib on me, okay?
Okay.
It's a quarter past.
The airplane ticket and the money.
Okay.
And the passport.
Just give me a second.
You are out of this.
You dodged a bullet.
Nothing's gonna happen
to you or your people.
Any word from Aasim?
The doctor will arrive on Wednesday.
After that… nothing?
Not yet.
No, no, no. No, no.
Just a few more moments.
What was his phone number again?
254-41-834-5571.
Where is that?
Mombasa.
The asshole of East Africa.
That's exactly where someone
like Banir would end up.
That's where Cornel
will meet with Banir.
- When?
- Tuesday.
We gotta make Banir think this…
What was his name?
- Aasim.
…is still alive.
Well, all the messages are texts,
so we can text.
Yeah, Michelle?
Yeah, me too.
Look, Milt needs a Kenyan visa.
As soon as possible.
And there's another thing.
After the base is down, just…
tone it down
a little with a cotton ball.
Are you taking this down?
All right.
Dr. Iulian Cornel.
I was able to expedite your Kenyan visa.
Serban.
What exactly did you see?
I didn't see anything.
Thank you.
You might want to keep it
to yourself for a day.
Why?
Give Evan another day to
think about what he's doing.
Evan is…
What?
Evan has retired.
You should tell him.
I tried.
Michelle had to run.
She said she'll see you tomorrow.
She was able to get
my visa. I have it.
I was watching TV. Something
about a body on University campus.
Let's pack up,
go to a hotel near the airport,
stay in the room
until the flight leaves.
Just before the flight,
text Banir from Aasim's phone,
Aasim says he's been
detained by security.
What about Michelle?
What did she ask?
Did she say anything about me?
No.
Don't tell her how the story ends.
I am Dr. Cornel.
- Dr. Cornel.
- Yes.
- Iulian Cornel?
- Yes.
I am Mbui.
So glad you could come.
I'll take you to Dr. Wangari's office.
Where is Aasim?
He is coming.
When did Mr. Ali Hariri
have his last transfusion?
Three days ago.
When is he scheduled for another?
Three days.
Here at the clinic?
Saeed Ali Hariri is being
treated at his own residence.
Here at the clinic?
Dr. Cornel, you were given
letter with all explained.
We wrote this.
I am just double checking.
Al-Hariri is not able
to leave his residence.
Let me go through everything tonight.
These are for me, correct?
Then tomorrow I will visit
Mr. Ali Hariri at his residence.
Will you be coming, doctor?
Dr. Wangari will not be able to join us.
I'll pick you up at the hotel, 4:00 p.m.
Banir's assitant Mbui is going
to pick me up tomorrow 4:00 p.m.
I went shopping at the market.
A Jericho 941 and a Glock.
How much?
Two thousand euros.
You got took.
Well…
we've got euros to spare.
You smell something?
Mombasa?
The other night when we
were in the park in Bucharest,
I touched your jacket.
You were wearing this…
blue, like canvas jacket,
but when I touched it,
it… it felt just like dog fur.
Isn't it strange when you
can't even trust your own fingers?
And don't ask me how I feel.
I wouldn't think of it.
Evan.
Crock.
Crock is… gun.
No way I'll be able to bring
a gun with me tomorrow.
Mbui frisked me today.
He'll frisk me again tomorrow.
Well, how do you plan to do it?
It's been so long,
thought about it so long,
I'm not sure.
Maybe I'll just let
the moment guide me.
I've got a syringe and medication.
One's quick and painless,
the other's a
strychnine derivative…
excruciating, takes over an hour.
Or maybe I'll just get up close to him,
slice him and let his blood
wash all over me.
I don't feel comfortable
letting you go in there alone.
I'll be all right.
I brought a belt blade.
I'll be able to get that through,
but that's about it.
- So that's that then?
- Yeah.
Milt…
thanks for coming along.
No problem, old sport.
If I'm not out in an hour,
do whatever you want.
Please.
Did you sleep well?
Sometimes the heat is a problem.
Open the briefcase.
Dr. Cornel.
Salaam alaikum.
Salaam alaikum, Saeed Ali Hariri.
Dr. Cornel, thank you.
Thank you for coming.
Forgive me for not…
standing.
Mbui, some tea.
And those… those dates.
Mind if I sit?
Oh, please.
Dr. Wangari has
provided me your records,
your treatment history.
Last night I was in contact
with several of my colleagues.
Thank you.
I noticed you were scheduled
three months ago
for a bone marrow transplant,
but I found no record of the procedure.
Was there a problem with the donor?
It was too dangerous.
Uh, no sibling donor was possible,
no compatible cousins.
It is risky, but an unrelated donor
can be found based on HLB
and DR histocompatibility.
The university hospital
can assist in finding such a donor.
We have a large database.
Should have been done before.
It is more dangerous now,
but we have no choice.
At present, transplantation is
the only possible curative therapy.
And… it can be done here?
Yes.
Excuse me,
I am not such a young man.
Where is the toilet?
Back and to the left.
- So sorry.
- Oh, please. Please.
There is a problem with the toilet.
Mmm. Mbui.
It won't flush.
- You pulled the chain?
- I pulled the chain.
There is something stuck… in there.
I have to be honest.
Your condition is
far worse than I imagined.
Your long-term chances
for survival are not good.
Neither are your short-term chances.
In fact, they are quite hopeless.
It's because I'm not a doctor.
My name isn't Iulian Cornel…
and your name isn't Ali Hariri.
Your name…
is Muhammad Banir.
Mr. Ruchowski.
Evan Lake.
- Where is your backup?
- Hmm?
Your elite commandos.
Oh.
You came alone.
How did you find me?
Through the request for experimental
thalassemia medication, Decitabine.
Family medical history.
Yeah.
So…
how are you…
How are you going to kill me?
I- I-I don't know.
How are you going to kill me?
I don't know.
What the hell are you doing?
We have some time.
Perhaps we can have that…
conversation that I wanted to have
that time years ago.
Huh?
Perhaps you've read some of my writings?
Mr. Lake, we strongly recommend you put
the matter of Muhammad Banir behind you.
I didn't know you were still active.
I contribute…
a number of web sites
not under my name.
Of course,
you are religious man, Mr. Lake?
No, I'm not religious.
I think you are.
America, yeah?
You see yourself as a religion…
America.
I've written about this,
the American way of life.
Have you been
to Greeley, Colorado?
Sayyid Qutb…
who went from Cairo
to Colorado State College in 1948.
He said Greeley was
like paradise on earth.
What Qutb saw was jahiliyyah, huh?
Decadence,
promiscuity, pop music.
"Baby, It's Cold Outside."
The- the- the flirting
and the mixing of men and women,
the disrespect… so no, he left.
Went back to Egypt
and the movement was born.
The Muslim Brotherhood.
My father knew him.
No, Nasser…
Nasser executed him.
It was too late.
Fundamentalism,
the message…
from the prophet…
was social justice!
Better schools, better jobs.
Mr. Lake.
This doesn't just… just end.
Are you still a believer?
Hmm?
Do you still believe?
I don't. I don't.
My faith, it was…
it was taken from me.
You think I'm playing games
with you, Mr. Lake?
Huh?
You think we are playing games?
No, my name is Charles Ruchowski.
While mullahs,
ayatollahs, they get rich.
They have their orgies,
imprison their opponents.
Why? Hmm? Why?
I'm Charles Ruchowski.
I'm a representative for Spirit Systems.
The only hope
for Islam now is…
Marx, hmm?
Social justice.
We like the fear.
I like the fear.
I like the fear.
Our believers, not so many.
No, the truly dangerous people…
are the ones who follow orders.
Do you think it made any difference?
What you did!
You! You! You!
Do you?
Now, what is the name
of the source, Mr. Lake?
You are sick too. Hmm?
I see it, your face.
You have a disease of the blood.
My disease is in the brain.
What sort of disease?
I'm forgetting things.
Ohh.
There is a lot to forget.
Evan.
Come upstairs.