I Am Fear (2020) - full transcript

Some years ago, as I

was about to go on the air

with a back story about

the formative days

of Slobodan Milosevic in Serbia,

my producer came up to me

and said that an intern

had taken it upon herself

to fact-check the story,

and had discovered a

discrepancy.

Well, rather than get angry

five minutes before

the broadcast,

I said, well, you know,

bring her here.

I want to meet her right now.

Well, Ernie took off and a

moment later he came back,

and following him was this

22-year-old Georgetown graduate.

It was the intern.

Her hair was done up in a

greasy ponytail.

She stepped onstage,

into the light

that's supposed to wrap my face,

okay?

She stuck out her hand,

and in shock I shook it.

She gave me this knowing grin,

and do you remember what

you said to me?

Of course I remember.

I said we've never met,

but my name is Sara Brown

and you're gonna want to hear

what I have to tell you next.

You'll be blindfolded

and the drive will be long.

You'll have exactly 20

minutes with Ra'ar,

and if all goes as planned,

be back in Baghdad

roughly 13 hours.

If all goes as planned.

If all goes as planned.

Thank you.

Rain in the desert.

Must be your lucky day.

Have fun.

Samir.

My pocket.

The lighter.

Samir.

You missed it.

The Abaris have moved on,

taking with them their

all-you-can-rape buffet.

Some was easy.

The women and children,

they fled

up the mountain on foot

to pray for mercy from

their peacock god.

That was interesting.

Did you know that since

Assyrian times,

their faith forbids

them to write?

Do you even know what

faith they were originally?

I'll give you a hint.

They weren't Shiite.

They're sorrier than Christians.

And if you thought that

were Zoroastrianists,

you'd be wrong as well.

They were Satanists.

Pre-Islamic devil worshipers.

Then in good old oral

tradition, so the story goes,

in Assyrian times at

the top of Mount Sinjar

stood the temple of Melek.

Now, even if this

cosmogonic-infatuated world

we live in today, Melek would

be considered the devil.

But back then, Melek

translated meant simply king.

And unlike God,

Melek did not want your

donations on a Sunday.

And really unlike God,

Melek could not give a

fuck about your prayers.

No, what Melek wanted from

the Yazidis was their fear.

And to the Yazidis, as

far as God goes,

God was anyone or anything

that could deliver

them from Melek.

Now, doesn't that sound

more real to life

than all other bullshit

we hear today, huh?

You don't have to do this.

I have my own money.

I can take you to it.

Respectfully, Asad,

and I do respect you,

you are a good pro,

but why would you still

be in this pissed-in sandbox

asshole end of the world

if you had any amount of money

I gave a shit about, huh?

Tens of thousands of dollars.

- Asad, hey!

- Sterling.

No, no, no, Asad, you

don't understand.

I don't give a shit about

this pitiful sum of money.

No, far more valuable to

me is seeing what happens

to people who try to

rip off my money drop,

and to their families.

Not my son.

Hey, yes your son.

If you needed cash, you

should have stolen

from the Americans or

the Germans,

and lied about it like

the Russians.

No, no, no, no, no, no,

my son.

Hey, it's not your fault.

You did not know the

Yazidi secret.

Neither did I, because it's

never been written anywhere.

Has to be whispered to you.

It's far better for you to

see it and to experience it.

Shall I whisper it to you?

He's here.

Baba!

Asad, smile.

You're on camera.

Don't talk, don't talk.

♪ Row, row, row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily,

merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

That's it, that's it, pray.

Pray that his life is sensitive.

♪ Row, row, row your boat

gently down the stream ♪

Baba.

♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

Oh God, oh, God.

Baba.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Kill me first!

No, not my son, no, no!

Kill me first!

Not my son, kill me, me!

Please, please, no!

Kill me first!

I want to ask you about,

about the secular component

of the Islamic State.

The movement began with a few

private, anonymous investors

who funded early operations.

Now as the caliphate

spans thousands of miles,

it controls banks, oil

fields, mining facilities.

With these millions of dollars...

It's not millions.

It's billions.

Well, with it you're

able to employ...

Say it.

With these

billions of dollars,

you're able to employ members

of the global

mercenary community.

When we use them, you

call them mercenaries.

When America uses them, they're

called security contractors.

That's a good point.

With these billions of dollars,

you're able to better train

Islamic State fighters,

assassinate tribal leaders,

even hire an expansive team

of counterintelligence experts

to help protect yourself.

The wake of the

caliphate's expansion

has shown a clear

strategic emphasis

on capturing these

resources and monetary gain.

Is Allah concerned with wealth?

Why don't you ask the Pope

how God likes living in

his home in the Vatican?

Allah is not a Marxist.

Allah is not a capitalist.

God is simply Allah,

and his philosophy is

unambiguous.

So you might say that

we are in revolt

against any philosophy

that places itself

above the word of Allah.

But that doesn't pay the rent.

Well, how would you

describe the difference

between you and Osama bin Laden?

I am not at the

bottom of the ocean.

Ideologically.

Al-Qaeda was willing to

wait a century

to create the caliphate

and Islamic State.

Where they seek the

reverent and the wealthy,

we seek the bold and

disaffected,

but we are willing to accept

the fearful just the same.

That is how we few became many.

You want to know what

Osama bin Laden

really concerned himself with?

You.

He was concerned with

spectacular acts of reprisal,

seeking to cull the

support of the media.

The more the act had size, the

greater the media attention,

and the more people

who would watch,

the more the world feared.

The more the world feared,

the more who watched.

And yet one might say the

more attention bin Laden got,

the more he became a target.

Asad, this fear

is touching divinity.

You are offering to

the Yazidikin

the closest thing to

his experience

anyone can have

around these parts.

Can you feel it, Asad?

It's beautiful.

I know you can keep the secret.

Don't fucking move!

God is anything

that can save you, huh?

Your god today, Asad,

is in that duffel bag.

Save your prayers.

She'll fucking love you.

Just stay there.

There you go.

Polar sky, I repeat, polar

sky is confirmed KIA.

All right.

I'm afraid

our time together is up.

On behalf of GBN, I'd

like to thank you

for granting me this

exclusive interview,

and for respecting the safety

of foreign journalists in

conflict areas.

The whole world is

a conflict area, Sara.

What do you think it would take

for people to realize that?

As-salamu alaykum.

50L10, see

if you can get

SWAT gear out of area 50.

All officers,

suspects are wearing body armor.

What the fuck is this?

- What the fuck is this?

- It's a traffic chopper.

- Will you shut this thing up?

- I need this fucking thing.

- Just calm the fuck down.

- Son of a bitch.

- Fuck!

- Is he dead?

- He's just passed out.

- God.

You were supposed

to be covering,

you little piece of shit.

I didn't see him.

You're gonna

be all right.

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

Move it, what are

you waiting for?

Just bring him in here.

- Take it easy, take it easy.

- Bring him in here.

Put him down, put him down.

Here you go, let's

see what I got.

I need to see what I have,

I need to see what I have.

This is gonna take a

minute to take effect.

I

cannot stay up anymore.

No, no.

You will wake up again,

if not here, in the Jannah.

I don't wanna die.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- I don't wanna die.

- I want to wake up here.

- You won't die.

He has to take it out.

He has to take it...

No, no.

Okay, we're gonna

get this out.

- Hey!

- We're gonna get this.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Hey.

Hey, God dammit.

- Do something.

- Come on.

Okay, okay.

- What, what, what?

- He's not breathing.

- Why'd you stop?

- Here.

Hold this, hold this on

his face, right here.

Hold this on his face,

right there.

Okay, you pump, you

pump right there, okay?

Come on, come on, come on.

- Where's the defibrillator?

- I don't have anything else.

I don't have a defibrillator.

Just keep pumping.

Ahmad is dead.

Our fucking doctor is a junkie.

He's got fucking track

marks all over his arms.

Looks like another one of our

chat room starts fucks up.

Someone go check on her.

There was nothing

else I could do.

I know, I know.

Um, Moosavi, are you

familiar with trance music?

You know trance pop?

What?

You know, like.

Shit.

Fuck, shit.

Motherfucker.

Do you have demands, or

are you just gonna kill me?

We have demands, and

we're just gonna kill you.

Please let RJ go.

He has a family.

I'm enough for the camera.

He's of no use to you.

I don't see how letting him

go would be of any use to us.

He's got a a little girl.

She's two.

What's your name?

My name is Jalliel.

Jalliel, may I make a request?

It doesn't matter what he did.

It doesn't matter.

It does matter.

He was a fucking junkie.

You can't trust junkies.

I'm in charge here.

You don't do shit like this.

Where are the track marks?

Right there, they're

just covered in blood.

Show me.

Right fucking here.

Wait, wait a minute.

Wait.

I don't see any track marks.

I, I saw track marks.

Did you see any?

I wasn't looking, but I

don't know why we cut him.

Well, he's dead now.

It is what itis.

Who gave her the chat?

You gave her the chat, right?

Well, she wanted

something to paint with.

Think before you do

something stupid like this.

Why don't you, uh, give

her her cell phone back?

Are into flames.

However, the big story of...

Developing since the break,

a group of masked men...

Armed with automatic rifles,

stormed...

Was a shootout and kidnapping,

apparently involving

GBN correspondent

and well-known conservative

political commentator,

Sara Brown.

- Sara Brown...

- Sara Brown...

EN correspondent, Sara Brown.

For her tireless efforts,

working with the World

Refugee Children's Fund.

The organization had

raised 230...

Brown has been in

the spotlight recently,

because of her exclusive and

seemingly impossible interview

with Islamic State commander,

Ra'ar al Yasim a few months...

= Put this on now.

I said now!

Fucking move it!

The price is death.

No one is truly safe,

not any more.

So enjoy your fireworks.

You know, I used to

have a small house

outside of Zayouna in Baghdad.

Just me, my mother, and Samir.

- Remember?

- Yeah.

And his mom, what

happened to her again?

She died in childbirth.

Sure, we all had ups and

downs, but my family was safe.

My son was going to school.

So we became at peace

with being powerless.

Then you invaded,

again.

And Saddam got on the

TV and radio

and said that we were

gonna win again.

My mother, who was dying,

came to me

and said it was time for

us to act now,

no matter what the

Americans did.

It was time for Iraq to answer

the call of justice and

remove Saddam.

So I listened.

Four months later, I was working

with the Delta Force as

a translator,

and we pulled Saddam out

of that fucking rat hole

where he was hiding.

The time when I helped

you with Saddam,

that week my son's school

was fucking blown up.

I told my son

there will be

schools in America that

he can go to.

But then, nothing.

We got nothing.

You forgot the part where you

disobeyed the team commander

when you beat the shit

out of Saddam.

Took a makeup team over an hour

to get him ready for

the arraignment.

It was fucking Saddam.

They should've fucking

hung him right there.

Yeah, you also forgot the part

where you tried to

smuggle $80,000

in bearer bonds into Turkey,

coming back.

Those were mine.

- Bullshit.

- Yeah.

They were traced back to a

bank in Tecriq,

a bank that was owned by

Saddam's family.

That was a safety deposit box

my mother had before she died.

She was from Tecriq.

Your mom is Jordanian.

So agree to

fucking disagree, okay?

So what now?

Am I to pose as a lone

wolf recruiter

and infiltrate some

dormant sleeper cell?

Use some of my Ra'ar

credibility once again?

That shit works until it

fucking doesn't.

We got this bill we

need Congress to pass

to help the Vice

President outsource

Federal law enforcement

jobs to a private company.

So we, uh, we need

you to shoot up

a junior high school in

North Hollywood.

No mass casualties.

Maybe no more than five, six.

- Kids.

- Yeah.

We're just fucking with you.

CIA doesn't really do

that kind of shit.

Fuck no, unless you

believe nine out of 10

old Black guys that will

tell you differently.

- That kinda shit, really.

- Fuck you guys, man.

So what is it?

Exactly what you said.

Word for word, literally.

Get in.

Where is Ahmad?

He was supposed to be with you.

I need his authorized

confirmation.

Not without his confirmation.

I won't ask you again.

Are you fucking crazy?

I want his confirmation

now, or we all die.

Your reputation precedes you,

Asad.

I am Ahmad, and you

are Asad Nasir,

who

Ra'ar still trusts.

Please come in the back.

This just in: according to

Los Angeles fire officials,

it has now been confirmed

that all of these fires

are the work of one

single arsonist,

and we're basing this,

of course,

off of reports on the

type of incendiary

and burn patterns found

at the scene.

271 days, we do know

it has been,

since we've had any rainfall

in Southern California,

and these fires can't seem

to come at a worse time.

Breaking news

from the United States.

UCLA Medical Center has let

us know that Alex Schamoff,

the security officer injured

in the shootout in Los Angeles,

has passed away from the

injuries he sustained.

We are now going live

to Los Angeles.

What the fuck?

What's going on?

What are you looking at?

I bet you a whole fucking

white American cunt's life

that nobody has done anything

to you but kiss your ass,

give you nice clothes,

and tell you

how fucking white and

amazing you are,

and make you feel like

you're somebody special.

Why didn't Ra'ar just

kill me then?

Why now?

Just waited until his interview

was shown all over the

fucking world?

Don't feel so important.

You're just a

primetime news whore

who sucked Jew dicks

to be on TV.

What's so terrifying

about dying in Iraq?

It happens every day.

It's terrifying to Americans

when it happens on

your doorstep,

on the land of the free

and disbelievers.

There are no more

borders in the world,

not even in the caliphates.

Everywhere.

I don't know what that means,

because I am just a

primetime news whore.

Do you think when

you're facing the blade,

you'll lose that sassy mouth

that's always

interrupting men on GBN,

while you're screeching

and talking over them?

This is Ra'ar,

operating in Iraq in 2006.

The man on his right is the

founder of the Islamic State,

Abu Musab al-Zarqawi.

Back then IS was just

a division of al-Qaeda.

Ra'ar was a Sunni

cleric in Mosul

who started his own 180-man

brigade during the insurgency.

This is a more recent

photograph of Ra'ar,

one of the first of him

not wearing any glasses.

Supposedly he underwent

laser corrective surgery

about a year before I

interviewed him.

It's actually not uncommon for

some of these higher-up guys

to have had the same

doctors their whole lives.

It sounds more like a

rich kid thing

than a terrorist thing

if you ask me.

What did your family think

about the risk you took?

I mean, two French

journalists were beheaded,

what was it, just two weeks ago?

What made you think they'd keep

their word about your safety?

I don't have any family.

I was adopted, and my

parents were older.

That's the one

bonehead question

I'm going to allow myself.

Look, it sounds like

you're asking me

if I have a death wish.

Am I correct?

I mean, you said it.

The last time I had

a death wish,

I was in this school,

taking this course,

and we had to read 400 pages

of Graham Greene a weekend.

Uh, these Kurdish

tribal leaders...

Who was the

man you just skipped over?

That was Joshua Halil.

I say was because

supposedly Joshua Halil,

an Israeli officer in

the Shayetet 13,

which is their Navy

SEAL equivalent,

supposedly he died in a

helicopter crash

in Afghanistan in 2010.

Who is he?

He was the world's most

proficient counterinsurgent,

turned private contractor.

He was known by Hamas as

Atam, or The Darkness.

And it's rumored that

he had risen

to number two on the

CIA's most wanted list.

Last question is from Michael,

a second-year German

exchange student

from the University of Hamburg.

As a journalism student,

I have noticed

that your style of coverage

is becoming more and more

fearmongering.

Can't you tell the difference

between the godless

ideals of ISIS,

and true Allah-fearing Muslims?

Do you also think I

got Ahmad killed?

I think it was his time to go.

Even leaders make mistakes.

I think Allah is

testing my resolve.

Let me tell you something.

As some might have you believe,

Allah does not only

respect killers.

I'm not an idiot.

I know you're not believers.

And so?

So you're mercenaries.

We kill for money, and

you kill in the name of God.

What's the difference?

People still die.

So who's Joshua Halil?

Why?

Well, I heard Bashu and Shabaviz

speaking by Sara's cell.

He was death.

He is the man who killed my son,

Samir.

He worked for Ra'ar, doing

things I would never do.

I killed him.

What are these for?

For our extraction plan.

And just in case

we got the cops on our ass.

Here we go.

These two men.

Ziad Nazari and Hassan al

Najari went AWOL last week.

They're Iraqi police trainees.

They were here in the

US on a joint training

operation with Army Rangers.

Washington has been trying

to bridge these relations

between the new Iraqi

government and the US

by doing this kind of shit.

Big fucking mistake.

These two guys just walked

off the base last week.

Don't recognize

either one of them.

Maybe they're at the safe house,

but I haven't been there yet.

They're still keeping

you in the dark,

even though Ra'ar personally

put you in the cell?

That's right, shortly

after we got ahold of Joshua,

we started to receive

cyber intel.

A very motivated source

was telling us

that Ra'ar was reaching

out, trying to find you.

That's why we chose that

cell for you to cut into.

I mean, that's what

Ra'ar wanted.

He trusts you.

How come you still don't

know their objective?

I mean, it could be

a dirty bomb,

could be a mass shooting.

Hell, it could be a

fucking catered luncheon

at the 21 Club for all we know.

See you in 24 hours.

So what the

fuck were you doing in there?

Spying on me?

Did I tell you you

could come in?

Ra'ar didn't

say we should do that.

Ra'ar is not

here right now, is he?

- Hey, hey.

- This is why we killed him.

He can't shoot straight.

You can't hear well.

What the fuck can you do,

hold the fucking camera?

It's combat.

Shit happens.

Yeah, well if I was on

his six, he wouldn't have.

Why did Ra'ar even send you,

man?

You're not devout.

You're a fucking mercenary

with no country, no faith,

no family.

You're right.

And also don't forget,

no more patience either.

We're good?

You fucked up.

That's what she said

when she mouthed off to me.

That's why I choked her.

Long ago I was in love

with a girl, Halima Nioi.

Her father, Rashid, hated me.

He used to call me that.

Halima had epilepsy.

One day when she was

driving, she had an attack,

and drove into an

American checkpoint.

They killed her, of course,

thinking she was a bomber.

Rashid came to my home

and said it was my fault.

He said if I was with her,

that wouldn't have happened.

He had a bomb.

He wanted me to

avenge her death.

I refused.

I was scared.

That evening he went to

the checkpoint

himself with the bomb.

It was just a coincidence.

She pronounced

it exactly like he did.

Asad, have you ever

known anyone

that acts the way she acts?

I mean, she's painting a

fucking picture right now.

And how did she know

about Joshua Halil?

She's an international

news correspondent.

That's

bullshit and you know it.

Joshua was blacked out,

blacker than black.

No civilian could know

shit about him,

no matter how well-connected.

Maybe no civilian.

What does that mean?

That means she was a

spook, a fucking CIA cunt.

She's not CIA.

There are no fucking

black helicopters.

She just said a name.

I say we do the cameraman now,

initiate the extraction plan,

and we'll do her just

right before we go.

No.

No one is going to

break the plan

because a bitch has us

all stir-crazy.

Ra'ar gave the order, and

we execute them, right?

He wanted her.

And no one is going to change

the plan until I say so.

Whose watch is it?

Mine, I'm going.

Welcome back.

We start with breaking news

from our top commanders

of new forces in the

insurgency of new Iraq.

The spokesman there said it took

several days to confirm

through DNA testing,

but we have learned that

Ra'ar al Yasim's body

was in fact one of the bodies

found inside the bunker.

Again, the Pentagon is

confirming at this hour,

Ra'ar al Yasim is deceased,

and has been for almost

four months now.

The details of his death

and the whereabouts of

the secret bunker

where this body was found

have yet to be revealed.

Of course, keep it

tuned right here.

We will follow this story

day and night to bring

you more information.

As soon as Ahmad briefs

you on your cell's objective,

you're to contact us

immediately.

When's your next pickup?

Tomorrow night.

Two-way with us after.

Remember, keep your cell

phone powered on at all times.

We're running the StingRay

so we can track you.

Okay.

Asad, get in.

I thought we weren't

meeting until tonight.

Surrender all your personal

items.

What's going on?

The mission is how underway.

Finished?

Take him inside.

Take his boots off, let's go.

Say, bro, that house of yours

is in Porter Ranch, right?

Shit, man.

10 houses already burned down.

That's right, your whole

fucking city is burning.

What the hell is going on?

I don't

know anymore.

My money is on something

having to do with this.

Is that where your money is?

Tell me something

about your money.

Is that why The Darkness

killed your son,

because you ripped off

his money, huh?

And I bet you that

you knew Halil

would come after you

if you stole it, right?

Except in the process, your

son, what was his name, Samir?

He gets cut up, right?

But then I put two and

two together.

Joshua, Ra'ar's

right-hand man knows.

He's working both sides.

You ever mention my son again,

I will do to you what I

did to Joshua.

Go on, do it.

You got no choice.

Do it.

I thought you were never

going to come speak to me.

It's hard for a girl to make

the first move, Major Nasir.

What is this?

Are you the little girl,

asking for salvation from

a peacock angel?

She's beautiful, isn't she?

How do you know Joshua Halil?

I'm an international

news correspondent.

You can cut the bullshit.

I have your necklace right here,

Sara.

Were you just fucking him to

get intel on the Green Zone,

or did you actually

care about him?

You're just trying to find a

justification for killing me.

Anybody who can love

that sadistic fuck

cannot be any different herself.

I don't know you very well,

Asad,

but I know you well

enough to know

that you're a man

looking for faith,

ever since Samir's murder.

How do you know about that?

Deep down, you wonder if

you're going to heaven or hell.

I just wonder how a man

who's heard the secret

can possibly still wonder.

Heard what secret?

I think you know.

You have less than a day left.

I do know that.

Sara?

Please make sure

the world sees my painting.

I will, Sara.

I promise.

We're best friends now, Asad.

In fact, he loves it.

Stop it.

Stop fucking

sharpening that knife.

I'm glad you're back.

You ran off earlier.

RJ just got caught in

the middle of this fight.

He had no idea who

you really are.

Well, he's in good

company then, Asad,

because neither do you.

You are a spook,

a scared CIA pawn in

over her head.

I know you

are, Asad, but what am I?

I know there's no excuse

to be juvenile at a

time like this.

It's just, you did walk

right into that one.

Why don't you tell

me who you really are?

Ladies first.

Why don't you tell me

what it was like

when you cut my dear

Joshua's head off?

Did he scream?

Did his throat gurgle?

Did you use duct

tape or zip ties

to keep him from

flailing around?

That's right, you

didn't need to,

because he was already dead.

No, I killed him.

I cut the fucker's head off

for what he did to my son.

No, he wasn't alive

when you cut his head off,

not like Samir was.

So you didn't really

avenge his death, did you?

Just please, please, when

you put RJ and I

in front of the camera,

please kill me first.

Need a drink right about now?

I have an idea.

Why don't we watch the video?

You know, the one where you cut

Joshua's head off after he died.

It's on the same tape

as Samir's, isn't it?

I bet you somebody has

it around here.

I would actually really

like to see it again.

Where did you see it?

See, that's not fair, Asad,

because you haven't answered

any of my questions yet.

I saw it on Ra'ar's laptop.

- Sleeper cells.

- It makes sense.

- We never saw this news.

- Of course.

He wouldn't

really want you to know.

What are you doing here?

It's an honor to meet you,

Asad.

I was just asking the rest of

your team the same question.

What are you talking about?

He means she wasn't even

our fucking mission, Asad.

How is that possible?

We're working on direct

orders from Ra'ar.

Did you that Ra'ar is dead?

He never switched hideouts.

The American intel

found him in his bunker,

along with the others, dead.

It's all over the news.

It has been for awhile,

except they are not releasing

the circumstances of his death.

Oh, fuck me.

Your mission was to facilitate

and evacuate my arson team.

Who do you think set up

all these fires?

We knew you guys were here.

You just never checked in.

We were instructed to

have zero contact,

because our phones and

email may be tracked.

Fucking bullshit.

You're a fucking liar.

Joshua is dead, and now Ra'ar,

but not before he assigns

you to this mission.

He was fucking dead.

How could he?

Where you going, chat room boy?

How did they die, Ra'ar,

the rest?

Somebody butchered them.

She's on every news website

and network on the planet.

She's fucking number

one trending on Twitter.

I don't know about you guys,

but this is all

making sense to me.

Butchered, like Joshua Halil.

Not like Halil, worse.

He was dismembered,

disemboweled.

The Americans found their

bodies, what was left of them.

They'd been rotting down

there for awhile.

Listen to me.

There is something very wrong,

but I had nothing to do with it.

If Ahmad was not getting his

orders from him, then who?

Was it you, Hassan?

You, Ziad?

Before I left for Fort

Henry, I spoke with Ra'ar,

and he said you were

the most skilled killer

he had ever met, but that

you are now a disbeliever,

and he didn't know if he

could still trust you.

Did he say anything else?

He did.

What was it?

I'm forgetting.

Oh.

He said that if there were

anything to happen to him,

it was because of you, and that

we should kill your CIA ass.

I have a family.

I have a family.

Please, please, no.

Please, please, please, no.

Please, God, no.

I have a family.

I have a little girl.

That's more than I ever got.

Fuck you.

♪ Row, row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

When you look at it,

what do you see?

Nothing.

When you look at me,

what do you see?

I see a farmer's son who's

filled with hate and fear.

And that gives me hope.

I'm about to show you

the real face of terror.

How can you show me

when you haven't even

seen it yourself?

And as it was once, it

will be again.

In the name of the

almighty Allah,

know that when our children

die in the name of jihad,

they go serenely and quietly

into the loving arms of Allah.

When your children die,

they sound like this.

Where did she go?

Give me the fucking key.

Where did she go?

I don't know where she is.

Someone!

You stay away from me!

Don't worry,

Asad.

Hey, we're right behind you.

We got your back.

Hey, Steve

McQueen,

how you enjoying America?

How

about some music?

That's what we liked.

For everything I

helped you with, be Asad.

Why would a devil run

from bullets?

There is no devil,

Asad.

There is no God either.

There is only fear.

Fear is the only motive.

But you are all sheep,

listening,

believing everything you hear.

Fucking sheep.

Baba.

It was never all right,

my heart.

It has always been you, Samir.

I knew your prophets.

I knew your prophets,

and they all tasted as

good as Ra'ar.

But none of them had any

answers for me.

Do you, Asad?

I know you are, but what am I?

It's been two weeks

since your harrowing

escape from your

terrorist captors,

barely making it out of

the building alive

before the building itself

collapsed in flames behind you.

Your story has

touched the hearts

and minds of most Americans.

In fact, Congress just

voted to fund

an emergency measure set

forth by the President

to begin background registration

and procedures in place to

process every Muslim in America,

and to close the borders

to all non-Americans.

Just made it out of

the warehouse,

you're waiting for the police.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking this is a sign.

This is the sign you've

been waiting for, Sara.

This is a sign from God.

God has let you live so that

you can go on to do more.

So that I can tell my

story to you,

to America, to the world.

Because knowledge is power,

and the good people

here and abroad

deserve to know the truth.

I'm not gonna lie, Steve.

We have every reason

to be fearful.