American Odyssey (2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - Soup Sandwich - full transcript

Peter breaks into a warehouse in hope of uncovering more evidence but his plan goes awry.

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Who the hell are you calling?

- Home.
- Not on my phone.

You'll get us killed.

- _
- Hello?

[gunshot] _

I can get you into SOC's mainframe,

but you're not going
to find anything good there.

They use data centers now.

You know where SOC's data center is?

For the right price, I do.

Somebody there?



(Bob) You wanted me to find out
about that cleric Yusuf Qasim.

(Harrison) That's him.

What do you say to a terrorist?

- Where'd he go?
- Hey.

Who are you? What do you want?

[Luc breathing heavily]

She's dead?

Four men, American military,

looking for you, trying to kill you.

Why? Why?

I'm sorry. I don't...

Give it to me. Give it to me.

- I'll find out myself.
- What?

The jump drive... give it to me!



- Give it to me now.
- That's not going to happen!

[cell phone dialing]

What are you doing?

I'm calling home just like you did.

Who knows? Maybe this
time someone will answer.

- Your husband maybe.
- [line trilling]

No, you don't want to do this.

[trilling stops, line clicking]

Guess not.

Time to die.

My name is Harrison Walters.

You're following me. Why?

We're not... following you.

We just have some questions.

Questions?

For me? Why?

Because you are Yusuf Qasim,

and you're supposed to be dead.

You are mistaken.

My name is Sunil Chhetri.

I am an auto mechanic.

Must be a dangerous job.

You have the wrong man.

Listen, you knew my dad.

He was writing a story about Black Sands.

You were his source.

- Tell me your name again.
- I'm Harrison Walters.

My dad was Randall Walters.

I read about him in the paper.
I'm sorry for your loss.

The papers got it wrong.
It wasn't an affair.

It was about Odelle Ballard.

My dad and I were working
on a story about her,

and we got too close,
so they killed him.

I need to know why.

I don't like it.

He's nervous, jumpy.

You sure you don't want to
give Rhys your access code

so he can stop being nervous
about you being nervous...

and stay out of the
building, keep clean?

I can't trust him with that.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Damn.

Yeah, wait till you see
it from the inside...

wall-to-wall servers,
literally hundreds of them.

How do we find the right one?

Ours will be center-punched,
in the middle...

clear, clean, and off line.

What the hell?

(Jenji) Yes, they have security.

A patrol pattern...
makes a loop every 18 minutes.

Gives us 17 minutes to freeze
the video, get in and out.

Freeze time...

piece of cake.

I don't remember you telling me

about security guards, as in actual people.

They'll never even know we were here.

Come on.

[beeping]

Ah...

there she is.

[beeps]

Okay, you're up, big shot.

[keys clacking]

I thought you said you froze them.

Must be on a separate system.

They weren't supposed
to have separate systems.

What do we do?

I'll take care of it.

We... we need to leave.

Too late. Already on
tape, my nervous friend.

Relax. They'll only check the tape

if they think someone's been here,

and they'll only think
someone's been here

if they find out someone
screwed with the system,

but they're not gonna find
that out, because I'm good.

Now stop screwing around

and finish with the damn access code.

[keys clacking]

[laughing]

They've already seen you...
Ugh. Moron.

- What the hell did you just do?
- I took care of it.

What happened to "they'll
never know we were here"?

Our faces are on that camera.
Hey, hey, can you erase...

Can you get Al Capone out of here?

- I can't concentrate.
- Go to the woods.

We'll meet you there in five.

You said this was gonna
be clean... in and out.

- No problems.
- Go.

Go.

Hello, Mr. Decker.

[cell phone dialing]

Yes, he is.

They're inside.

After that, you want me to kill them?

(Harrison) Why are you
labeled the Jack of Spades?

And what does it all have
to do with Odelle Ballard?

Look, I know you're interested in her.

You were at her funeral.

So, if you can tell me,

maybe I can find out why
they killed my father.

He's a soccer player, isn't he?

Sunil Chhetri... he
plays for Nepal, right?

- How'd you know that?
- I love soccer.

Come on, you know that.

Your father was a good man.

He was trying to do the right thing.

But, no...

I will not help you.

I have my life now.

It is a simple one.

My friends gave me this job,
a simple place to live.

How did you find me?

A picture from Odelle's funeral.

[scoffs] So stupid...

I should have never gone.

Why did you?

Yeah, I used some
facial-recognition software

I got off Amazon.

You weren't that hard to find.

I mean, that is, if
somebody's looking for you.

So you were the one who found me?

Yep. And it wasn't that hard.

Of course, I could make
you disappear too...

wipe out that photo, any trace of it,

just like that, boom, gone.

That is, if you help us.

Okay...

one name.

I will give you one name. That is all.

But then I will never see you again.

Is that understood?

- Depends on the name.
- Absolutely.

Thomas Darnell.

Who's Thomas Darnell?

Diallo, my sweet?
Are my messages not clear?

I'm in danger. I'm afraid.

I need to hear from you, please.

Are you still mad at me?

- What is this?
- [sighs]

We've waited long enough. It's not safe.

You should come with us.

But your reporter from the
New York Times is coming.

The reporter will come.
She'll see that we're not here.

- She'll meet us in Paris.
- Or...

I can tell the reporter myself,
tell her all about you.

And we can make a tape.

You can tell her directly...
a tape she can take with her.

No one will be able to doubt that.

We'll make it like the terrorists...

with today's newspaper.

Okay, I really think you
should come with us.

I'm not afraid. I'm a celebrity.

And my lover is my general.
He will protect me.

Now, if you'll excuse moi...

Where's your friend?

- What friend?
- Don't screw with me.

Give me the jump drive now...

right now.

Once more...

where's your friend?

[cell phone beeps]

[cell phone beeps]

[hammer thudding]

(Peter) Stop.

Stop.

Jenji, stop it! Stop it!

You will never...

ever see me again.

Have a nice life.

My name's Sergeant Odelle Ballard,

serial number 913840090.

As you can see by the date, this is...

Well, it's now.

And contrary to what you may have heard,

I am very much alive.

Unfortunately, the rest
of my unit is not,

having been killed by a drone.

Since then, I have
been pursued by Osela,

killing many in their path as
they hunt and try to kill me.

And it's all because of what's on this.

See, this is proof of millions of dollars

of payments from a company called SOC

to various terrorist groups,
including Al-Qaeda.

For what purpose, I don't know.

But I'm going to get this to you

in your office in Paris somehow.

Now, if you could...

show this to my family...

um... [clears throat]

Ron...

Suzanne...

I know you...

Come on. [chuckles]

I know that you thought I was dead.

Um, you even went to my funeral,

and that must have been
so horrible for you.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for that pain.

But I am alive,

and I will continue to stay alive,

and I will get home to you somehow.

I promise.

And I love you very much.

(Maya) He's in the hospital,
Mom, the hospital.

School can wait.

(Sarah) I know. It's horrible.

Maya, you can't just leave... Peter!

(Maya) I'm not a child anymore.
You can't tell me what to do!

Excuse me! You come back here!

He's in the hospital!

I'm sorry he's in the hospital...

Dad, Cameron was attacked
last night in his own apartment.

- He's in the hospital.
- She's out of control.

Sorry, kiddo. I'm with your mom on this.

School comes first.

You don't even care
that he was attacked?

I hate you both.

Thank you.

You okay?

Suzanne, breakfast.

[footsteps approaching]

What are you doing?

Nothing. Made you cinnamon rolls.

What's wrong?

Oh, it's just Lucy.

You know, her fiancé was in Mom's unit?

She's coming over for lunch today.

Do I have to come?

Of course not. Only if you want to.

Good. I don't.

Flight's on time.

You sure she's coming?

It's the New York Times.

They won't miss an
opportunity like this.

[cell phone rings]

It's Ballard. She made
another call home.

We got her coordinates.
What do you think?

No.

This time we wait.

She'll lead us to her.

Perhaps I'm not being clear.
This is Shakir Khan.

In case you don't know who I am...

_

_

But this is a life-and-death emergency.

Can I at least speak to his
lieutenant, Karim, please?

_

Karim? Well, then why...

_

_

Yes, I know, but...

I will ask.

(Karim) He will not
speak to you directly.

[line clicks, dial tone]

_

Did you speak to the general?

Yes, of course. He'll protect me.

I told you not to worry.

There, you see? You're gonna
stay here with Shakir.

- It's safe.
- But what will you do?

How will you get out of Bamako?

How will you get out of Africa?

Aslam is right. The desert
is no place to be alone.

Where will you take her?

Tienfala.

Clever boy.

My clever, clever boy.

What? What's going on?

You will find your way
to Europe from Tienfala.

Aslam will take you there. You must go.

[smooches] I have your tape.

I will get it to this New
York Times reporter.

We'll get your story out. I promise.

And you my sweet, sweet boy...

[sighs]

Promise me you won't disappear
from me this time, hmm?

You are my only family.

You will protect yourself, hmm?

All right big boy...

now, last question...
how will you get there?

When it's over, you will
come back to see me, yes?

_

[woman speaking indistinctly]

I'm back.

Can I help you?

I need to see Mr. Tenant still.

- Do you have an appointment?
- Uh, no.

That would still be a no.

Please...

tell him it's about Yusuf, Darnell,

and the Jack of Spades.

Can you repeat that for me?

Please...

it's important.

Yusuf, Darnell, and the Jack of Spades.

- Your name?
- Harrison Walters still.

A Harrison Walters to see Mr. Tenant.

He says it's about Yusuf,
Darnell, and the Jack of Spades.

Oh, okay.

I'll send him up.

- 30th floor.
- Yeah, I know.

Thanks for your help.

(Tenant) This better be good.

Senator Thomas Darnell,
your former boss...

What did he have to do with Black Sands?

Black Sands was a GBR project.

Tom Darnell was CEO at the time...

And what's he got to do
with Yusuf Qasim?

What makes you think he has
anything to do with a dead terrorist?

Yusuf...

you found him.

He's alive, isn't he?

He needs to know... you need to tell him

that we did not double-cross him.

It was Amir Alamara.

You tell him that.

Who's Amir Alamara?

He'll know.

What about Senator Darnell?

How's he mixed up in all this?

Is it true?

Is Yusuf alive?

Tell me about Darnell.

You tell me about Yusuf,

and I'll tell you about Darnell.

Otherwise, this meeting is over.

What... what are you doing here?
You look like crap.

- Can I come in?
- No, not now.

Michele, I'll be right back.

- What happened?
- What do you mean?

Oh, I don't know, Peter.

Last time I saw you, you
asked me for Jenji's number.

Now you show up on my doorstep

looking like you've seen a ghost.

What happened, Joe, is
that we got evidence,

evidence that can bury SOC.

Good. So use it.

I can't, which is why I need your help.

- I need you...
- Why can't you use it?

I just need you to come forward
with what you know, testify,

and then they can subpoena SOC,

find out what I've got
and use it in court.

Why? Why can't you use
what you've got in court?

What happened?

It didn't exactly go as planned...

How bad?

[sighs]

Jenji? Holy crap.

We're this close...

No, no, no, no. No, Peter. No, Peter.

If this is anything close
to what I think it is,

you need to just go home
and wait for the cops.

You're screwed.

Joe, Joe, Joe.

Stay away from me.
See you in prison, Peter.

- Joe.
- Stay away.

[singing in native language]

♪ ♪

Why haven't you called me back?

I'm scared, my general, so scared.

Please come.

Please tell me you work
for the New York Times.

And who are you?

I'm a reporter just like you.

Well, maybe not the New
York Times like you,

but I do have a show here in Bamako.

Shakir Khan.

Where is Odelle Ballard?

She had to leave.

Some soldiers, American,
have been chasing her.

What soldiers?

Oselas, here in Bamako,
and they are killing people

and are trying to track
down Odelle to kill her.

You've seen them... the Oselas?

Well, no, not personally.

But it is the reason she had to leave.

I'm not lying.

She made a tape for you,
for you to take with you.

Please, come to my apartment.

(Shakir) It's just upstairs,
and I'll give it to you.

No, I think the better idea is
for you to bring it to me, here.

Oh, of course.

You think that maybe I'm...

I'll bring it right away.

[car door opens, closes]

- Peter?
- [door slams]

Peter?

I-I wasn't feeling well,

so I decided to work
from home for a bit.

- Where are you going?
- Be right back.

(Harrison) Amir Alamra... a storekeeper

at Nabisco Manufacturing in Malaysia.

It's got to be him.

[cell phone ringing]

Anna, what's up?

Harrison, you were
supposed to meet us here.

Uh, where? "Us"? What do you mean?

My friends from work...
I wanted you to meet them.

You don't remember...

All right, what if it's not a name?

What if it means something, the word?

I think you're pronouncing it wrong.

(Anna) Wait, who are you talking to?

I just don't think he said Alamra.

Let me guess, it's Bob.

Harrison, this is getting pathetic...

- It's Amir UL-Umara.
- Listen, I got to go, okay?

It means "leader of leaders" in Arabic.

[cell phone beeps]

Try leaders in Punjab
Province, Pakistan, 2010.

Already doing it. Done.

(Harrison) Hello.

Is that...

Yusuf was betrayed by Abdul Abbas?

Why would a terrorist betray a terrorist?

We've got to talk to him.

You mean the guy who said he
never wanted to see us again,

the guy with the gun?

I'm gonna go.

You can stay here if you want to.

No, I'll go.

Maybe if he knows I wiped every
trace of him from the Internet,

he won't shoot us.

It must be so much harder for you,

with everyone saying
she might still be alive.

It must be good to have that over.

Well...

I don't know that it is...

certainly not for Suzanne.

What?

I-I'm sure it's nothing.

It has to do with
Odelle's wedding ring...

What about it?

Okay, I'll tell you,

but you have to promise not
to make too big a deal of it.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

Odelle and I had our wedding date

engraved on our rings
when we got married.

But on our honeymoon Odelle discovered

that the jeweler got the
date wrong on hers...

[scoffs] One day off.

We always used to joke that
we weren't really married

because of the wrong date.

But this morning I looked at
Odelle's wedding ring and...

The date is right.

It's not her ring! They got it wrong!

I'm not sure it means anything.

Maybe she changed it.

- Just didn't tell you.
- Maybe.

Mom would never do
that, and you know it.

Dolly.

All right, come on, what's in Tienfala?

Why was Shakir smiling
when you told him about it?

Because it's so far, on
the edge of the desert.

And?

Luc is there.

_

He just tried to kill us!

Yes, but he's a drug smuggler.
He knows all the routes.

_

_

_

Then you can give your flash
drive to the New York Times.

No, don't his "routes" take us all the
way back to where I just came from?

I don't want to do that.

I'm an American soldier, a white woman.

He's not going to protect
me from the Ansar Dine.

He'll probably try to sell me to them.

So what's your idea, huh...
to buy a plane ticket?

Great. Where is your passport?

We just want to just
keep making phone calls

until they catch you and kill you?

No.

Luc is our only hope.

But the man wants me dead.

How am I gonna convince
him to try and help us?

It is up to you.

[singing in native language]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

The next thing I'm going to do to you

is take this

and press it against your
windpipe until it breaks.

- [gasps]
- And you will suffocate...

a very, very painful,

terrifying way to die.

This is your last chance.

Where did she go?

[gasping] Tienfa... Tienfala.

Tienfa...

- [gasps]
- Yeah.

[chuckles]

If you're lying to me...

if she's not there...

I will be back,

and I will kill you.

♪ ♪

[coin rattles]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Khan?

My God...

[groaning softly]

I'll get help.

[wheezes]

[door slams]

What are you doing home from school?

Maya?

I'm going to ask you something,

and I need you to be
completely honest with me.

I saw Cameron at the hospital,

and when I asked him what happened,

who beat him up, he told me to ask you.

Why would he do that?

[sighs]

Maya, I have no idea.

Do you honestly think your father

would be involved in
something like that?

Having your boyfriend
beat up, seriously?

So you don't know what
he's talking about?

No idea.

You're lying.

[sighs]

[scoffs]

- [gunshot]
- Get down! Get down!

Stop the car!

_

[gunshot]

_

- [gunshot]
- Everywhere you go people die.

But you don't! Why is that, huh?

Why do they always miss you, huh?

- Get down.
- I will not miss.

Why did you come here?

Because you're all we've got.

We need your help.

[doorbell rings]

- [door opens]
- Yes.

(woman) Ms. Decker, Detective
Watkins. How are you?

Is your husband home?

Yes. He'll be finished soon.
What is this about?

I'm sorry. I need to speak
with him directly, ma'am.

Um... [clears throat]

Peter...

the police are here to see you.

(Watkins) We were hoping
to catch you home.

Sorry to intrude.

Not at all.

How have you been?

Okay. Working hard.

But, uh, today I'm home,
trying to relax a bit.

We're here on a homicide investigation.

Know him?

- No.
- You sure?

Yes. I'm sure. Why would you think I...

His prints match the
ones found in the van

that killed Danny Gentry.

He was the driver.

And since your ID was
used to rent the van...

We've been through this.

My ID was stolen. I had
nothing to do with it.

I know.

Where was he found?

In a vacant lot off Wythe Ave.

Why?

Just curious.

And you're certain you
don't know this man,

never seen him before?

Sorry I can't be more helpful.

Why are you wasting my time?

Well, you're the one who wanted
to know what was on it so badly,

you stole it from Aslam.

Well, that was before. Now I don't care...

Well, the fact that an
American company pays

terrorists millions of dollars,

that's got to count for something...

surely, a lot of something.

And I know you care about that.

All right, Yusuf Qasim...

I found his name in the
decrypted material.

What do you know about Yusuf Qasim?

Rumor is that Qasim was
set up by his pal Abbas.

But I thought that he was
killed by Special Forces.

You see?

Do you see why the
drive is so valuable?

Yes.

And I can also see why they
want to kill you for it,

why they kill everyone
you come in contact with.

Look, I know exactly what
you're trying to do here,

but the money's not worth it.

You're in a war, a war
I don't care about.

This is between you and them.

So tomorrow morning
you and that little thief

are going to leave my house

and get as far away from me as possible.

Got it?

It went bad.

(Tsaldari) How bad?

About as bad as it could go.

It was self-defense.

[speaking native language]

Peter...

It wasn't me.

I was there.

They had cameras. Fingerprints.

They have me.

Felony murder.

Why haven't I been arrested?

And why would SOC hide the body
in some vacant lot in Brooklyn?

(Tsaldari) It must be what you found.

What did you get?

(Peter) I-I don't know, I didn't look.

Why not?

Because I saw someone get killed

right in front of my eyes.

I had to get rid of the
evidence, protect myself.

But that information is your protection.

The fact that you have that evidence

is the only reason you're
not in jail right now.

They're afraid.

You need to hang on to it.

Protect it with your life.

I have to go.

He's not going to help us, is he?

No, honey, he's not.

And he wants us to leave by the morning,

and I don't know where we're gonna go.

Maybe back to Bamako.

I could try and get a passport
even though it's a risk.

Get on a plane and fly
away from all of this.

_

Your picture is everywhere,

from the Al Jazeera photo.

And the people who make fake passports

work with the Ansar Dine,
who are still looking for you.

And even if you were able to do that,

what would happen to me?

_

_

_

_

And then we will talk about
what you should do with me.

Hey, you.

Take it easy with this, okay?

It doesn't mean anything yet.

But you're not sure she's
dead anymore, are you?

I'll make some calls tomorrow, okay?

Now get some sleep.

Yes!

(Odelle on phone) Hey, you've
reached Sergeant Odelle Ballard.

I'll be out of touch
for the next few weeks.

So leave me a message and I'll
call you back as soon as I can.

And if this is you, Suzy Q,

I miss you and I'll be
home before you know it.

[kisses]

[beep]

Whoever's listening to this,

whoever you are, guess what?

You screwed up.

You got the ring wrong.
We know she's alive.

(Sarah) What are you doing?

What's that in your hand?

Work. [clears throat]

What kind of work are
you doing down here

in the middle of the night,
and why does it involve

washing a jump drive
in the kitchen sink?

I can't tell you everything right now.

But I've got it under control.

Peter.

When Maya asked you earlier

if you had anything to do with
Cameron getting attacked,

and you said "no..."

Were you telling the truth?

Yes.

I'm not sure I believe you.

Believe what you want.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

This is not good.

- Hey, what's going on?
- Nothing.

Doesn't look like nothing.

Nothing to worry about. False tip.

Anyone arrested?

Not yet.

Someone must've tipped
'em off about Yusuf.

And I know who.

[phone vibrating]

[phone continues vibrating]

Harrison, what's going on?

(Harrison) I trusted you about Yusuf.

How could you!

What...?

Call the police.

I was this close to finding
out who killed my father,

and you blew it.

You had no right to do that.

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah, I'm here.

Harrison, he's a terrorist.

- See, you don't know that.
- [doorbell rings]

It doesn't matter what
I know or don't know.

According to the US
government, he's a terrorist.

- [knocking at door] - And until they
determine otherwise... - (Diane) Harrison?

(Anna) You're putting... Harrison?

Harrison, what's happening?

- Harrison Walters?
- (Anna) What's happening?

- Yes.
- Homeland Security.

- Wait, why? What's going on?
- Harrison?

We found your prints at the
home of a known terror suspect.

- What?
- You're under arrest.

- Where are you taking my son?
- Keep her back.

- Keep her back.
- You can't!

- What?
- Where... they're taking my son!

(agent) You have the
right to remain silent.

Harrison! Let me go!

(Anna) Harrison? Harrison?

Harrison?