Baghdad Central (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
Temple discovers his money is missing and has Khafaji arrested on false charges. On a raid, Parodi sees a photograph of three girls - who are they connected to?
What you provided,
I believe, was a cabal.
Sawsan!
SAWSAN!
I could knock on doors
and ask questions
that you never could. Never.
Do you know him? I do not.
And this is Temple's trailer.
Let's go!
JETS FLY OVER
HELICOPTER FLIES OVER
Go, go, go!
US Army!
SOLDIERS SHOUT
US Army, remain calm!
We know this is the house
of Sanaa Hussain, she will make
herself known.
Fucking now!
COCKS GUN
Why can't you help my brother?
Your son?
Why upsetting Mama, who's sick?
Sawsan, you should
have left for school.
You will be late.
Are you afraid, Baba?
Afraid to fight for your son?
Sir, this house is in mourning.
She's saying her daughter just died.
Sanaa? Yes.
Then ask her how she died.
I would like you to confirm
they are mourning Sanaa Hussain,
and ask how she died. Say it!
Picture - the photograph...
Is this your daughter? Right?
Will you take a look?
This is your daughter, Sanaa, yes?
SHE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE
And that, I know, is Zahra Boustani.
Who's this girl, here?
She doesn't know.
I'm sorry for your loss.
MAN TRANSLATES
Give them money to
repair the door. Let's go.
CLATTERING
GUN COCKS
FUCK!
QUIET CONVERSATION
Khafaji, may I join you?
CHAIR SCRAPES
You're looking good, Inspector.
Very official.
Baghdad's feeling safer already.
You have anything to tell me?
About Fadhil Al-Bakr? Yes.
The business card belongs to
the mercenaries, as you can see.
The address written is
the house where Fadhil was killed.
Fadhil Al-Bakr himself
was not an insurgent.
He was a criminal who had links
to Hamilton Baker.
And, I believe, to Frank Temple.
It's Temple's house. He should be
interrogated, questioned.
Fact - Temple did not kill Kibbert.
But he was responsible, I believe.
Why bring Kibbert to
a Coalition safe house?
Why hide him inside the house?
Why not hang him on a lamppost
for the world to see?
It was a warning.
A warning to Temple.
Who has arrived
and is walking this way.
Frank.
Your man here is just spending
the day with me.
Inspector Khafaji has work to do.
For me, yes.
No. At his desk. He's my employee.
He works for my department.
And here I am believing
we're all on the same team.
He's with me.
I need him.
Find yourself another secretary.
I'll see you outside in 47 minutes.
You can lose the uniform.
I said nothing. I did nothing.
He joined me.
You will continue to say nothing
and do nothing,
apart from the work given to you
by my department. Understood?
Not quite. Do not push it.
I'm not in the mood.
You work for me.
If I refuse Captain Parodi, what
will happen to me? To my daughter?
SLAMS TABLE
You work for me!
What were you talking about?
Fadhil Al-Bakr.
The Iraqi man found dead
in your safe house.
The captain wants to find out
who he was,
what he did to survive
before and after the invasion.
"Liberation".
Show a little gratitude.
He was a criminal involved
in slavery and prostitution.
I've lost a key.
To my trailer.
Have you seen it at all?
No.
It was in my jacket pocket.
It's always in my jacket pocket.
I take my jacket off in the office.
That's it.
You have another key?
I believe it was stolen, not lost.
Have you checked the inside of
your...? STOLEN from my office.
Who would have the guts to do that?
I don't know.
This land, Iraq, Baghdad...
It corrupts.
You will tell Captain Parodi
that you cannot assist him
with his investigations.
You will tell him
that your purpose is higher.
Sir, I believe it would be better
coming from you.
In short, you'll tell him
to fuck off, Inspector.
Remember what the stakes are.
You do not leave your desk.
Not today. Not even to take a piss.
Do I make myself understood?
Perfectly, sir.
May I ask...
Why do you believe... the key
to your trailer was stolen?
Was something taken?
Something of value?
I would report it, sir.
Crimes within the Green Zone
should not be tolerated.
Miss Ford, you'll inform
the hospital manager
that our agreement with
Inspector Khafaji no longer stands.
His contract is terminated,
and with it,
all medical privileges
for his daughter.
Sir, he'll be here, I'm sure.
She's only just begun dialysis.
Also draft a letter advising
the military police
the likelihood of the inspector's
involvement with war crimes.
"War crimes"? Information which
has only recently come to light.
Is that true?
I just said it, did I not?
Yeah, but he's been doing good
work. You chose him personally.
Was there no background checks?
Draft the fucking letter, Miss Ford.
Some privacy, please.
Wait outside.
My money's gone.
What? My money. My dollars.
My fucking future is gone.
Stolen from my trailer.
Did I not tell you to
leave it with me? In the safe?
Who could have done that?
I'm going to this address.
That street. The person who lives
there could have done that.
No, that's no good.
We go in, we get out.
It's no good, Frank,
there are guns on every building.
I want my money. I want control.
I'd like to avoid a firefight
with toy soldiers and insurgents.
Every fucking cent I earned!
My time here
cannot have been for nothing.
How much?
All of it.
How much for me and my boys?
We're risking our lives
getting you there.
Don't be a twat.
20% of all future earnings.
You are being a twat.
For that, you get control.
You get the girl, Zahra,
dead on a plate.
Jesus, Frank,
don't look so surprised.
We cannot allow her to say one word.
You know that.
I say we execute the bitch.
What I'm interested in are names.
Names of the women who attended
these gatherings,
women like Zahra - Laura.
English names are fine.
I can cross-reference.
"Cross-reference"?
Zahra is Laura,
Candy is... was Sanaa Hussein.
She's now dead.She died how?
I don't know and,
at this moment, I don't care.
All I care about is finding
the other members of the cell.
There's a third girl, at least.
I'm pretty sure about that.
PHONE RINGS
Sir.
Phone call from base.
OVER PHONE: Sir, it's Megan Ford.
BLUES MUSIC PLAYS
INTERPRETER:
Mr Temple is here quite often.
So, maybe he was.
You were pushing your own agenda,
Inspector.
I asked about the names
of the young women.
Drew a blank.
Two things.
First, I accept that
Fadhil Al-Bakr is not an insurgent.
But there's others still out there.
Second...
..you're now my prisoner.
You're serious? It's got to be done.
Your past has caught up with you.
Hands behind your back, please.
My past?
Your past. Your history.
HE SIGHS
Is there not one person in
the entire United States of America
who understands my country?
Who has a fucking clue what
they are doing in my country?!
HANDCUFFS ZIP
That would be a no.
Thank you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
DISTANT SHOUTING
We don't want any trouble.
We are here for one man, one man
only. Muhsin al-Khafaji
We are peaceful. Peaceful. Salaam.
There.
SHOUTING CONTINUES
ECHOING SHOUTS AND CLAMOUR
We are here for Inspector Muhsin
al-Khafaji, no-one else.
He lives here, right?
He's moved it on. But to where?
SHATTERING GLASS
Do nothing. Do not fire... till
we know what the fuck's going on.
Why do you want the man
that live here? Khafaji.
He's taken something that does not
belong to him.
Bastard.
Amjad.
I should never have asked you to
go into the Green Zone.
I'm sorry.
You asked us to watch and listen.
That is all. To gather information.
Everything else
we did was our own choice.
How is Zahra? Do you know? No.
I have asked indirectly,
but they will not say.
We have seen enough misjudgements,
Sawsan.
It was a reckless thing to do,
to fire the gun as you did.
I'm only sorry that I missed.
You find your voice and...
They are not listening.
And they never will.
Did they listen to you? Did they
read your letters? No, they did not.
Recklessness is not the answer.
Is it reckless to want to see
the guilty punished?
And who are the guilty? Temple.
Temple, for one, is guilty.
Frank Temple.
He claims to be building a new Iraq,
but all he does is destroy.
Sanaa was as gentle as she was
beautiful.
She trusted them to keep her safe.
To respect her.
They did not. Then that is what
we must say to the world.
We leave and we speak out.
Sawsan, you have seen their new
laws, you know they cannot work.
The struggle is only just beginning
and it will be long.
But we must choose our ground
carefully. The world does not care.
Then you make them care, you.
You have a choice to make.
Yes, you have a choice.
To present yourself
as the intelligent, and vital Iraqi
woman that you are, a woman with
knowledge, a woman who can
speak precisely of the atrocities
of this war and occupation.
Or, you can return to Amjad and his
soldiers and be looked down upon.
And in all probability,
you will die.
Hear me, please.
Come back with me now.
I could not bear to lose you, too.
Close the door behind me,
I'll be fine.
We'll be fine.
My money. I know you have it,
and I want it back. Where is it?
What money?
I can argue for you or against you.
I can keep your daughter
in hospital or
I can have her thrown
out on the street.
Mr Temple, I have no idea what
you are talking about.
If you have misplaced
a sum of money,
I suggest you report it to the
military police.
I believe Captain Parodi to be
a reliable man.
You think he's going to save you?
Save Mrouj?
I know where you live.
I've been there.
Found this.
Yours, I believe.
Not the pass, the girl.
She's a nice-looking girl.
Nice tits, I seem to remember.
How did you earn your money,
Mr Temple?
How many houses have you acquired
with Coalition money?
How many women did Fadhil Al-Bakr
supply?
I assume the houses are protected
by the mercenaries?
Men far away from home
and close to danger will gladly
pay for a woman, it is
what conquering soldiers do.
Fuck.
Rape.
And you are the facilitator.
What do you think liberty
and freedom looks like?
It's not a land of milk and honey
and dancing horses, it's a
land of business, of market forces,
supply and demand.
And abuse... of power. Have fun in
Abu Ghraib.
How much money have you lost?
Tens of thousands I would guess.
Money earned on the back of women.
You will give me back my money,
or I swear to God,
you and your daughter will suffer.
Oh, the interpreters at the sports
bar? Decoration, I'm guessing.
Publicity, maybe.
There to be seen, but not touched
until one of them was taken.
Oh, good fucking work, Inspector.
Well done. Congratulations.
Final and last opportunity.
My money.
I'm wearing a wire. They've been
listening to every word you say.
I must have taken it off already,
my mistake.
Welcome to Iraq.
HE RETCHES
HE COUGHS AND RETCHES
Muhsin.
We are to blame for this.We are
not to blame. We are to blame.
We are to blame,
because we allow it.
And now it's going to cost us
our son.
This really isn't necessary,
you know?
I feel like kind of a fraud, here.
I assure you, I can walk.
You stay in the chair. Your notes
say "dizzy and light-headed".
I'll check where we're putting you.
Hello, there.
Sorry for the wait.
No problem, sweetheart.
Mrouj, this is Captain Parodi.
Hey.
Is it my father? Where is he?
He's been arrested, Mrouj.
May I call you Mrouj?
Arrested, but not yet charged.
Understand?
I would like to see him.
Not possible.
Not just yet.
I need your help, Mrouj,
to maybe save the life of a young
woman down the hall, there. Zahra?
I think your father would approve,
don't you?
He has been arrested for what?
Can't say, sorry. I want to see him!
You can help him by helping me.
And you can help Zahra.
It's your call, your decision.
No threats, no arm-twisting.
Your decision.
But you need to make it right now.
Zahra.
My name is John Parodi and I'd like
you to cooperate with me.
In return, I can try and help you.
Help save you from a whole
lot of pain, at the end of which,
you will have given up
everything you know.
Two men of Western origin
have been killed. Murdered.
Right here on my doorstep.
I'm under a lot of pressure to do
something about it,
but there's something pretty
rotten going on here.
Something these men knew about,
something you know about.
You have a friend, I am told, who
was taken from the Al-Rasheed Hotel
and attacked, am I right?
And you have a second friend who
was there, too, I think.
I'd like names,
both Western and Iraqi.
The only thing I'm interested
in here is justice, believe me.
I want you to give up your friends
names, where and when
the attack took place
and the names of the Western
men involved.
I'm offering a way forward here.
A way out.
The least worst option.
I'll wait outside.
Zahra.
Sister.
I bought you some
disgusting sweet tea,
the way you guys seem to like it.
Thank you.
Where is my daughter?Which one?
Mrouj is safe, still at the
hospital.
Sawsan, I have no idea.
Tell me something good.
Tell me something you've been
keeping from me.
I want you to reassure me,
Inspector.
About what?That you actually give
a fuck about my investigation,
about the attack on coalition
personnel, about three girls,
Candy, Laura and Susie.
AKA Sawsan al-Khafaji.
All three stop showing up to
work on the same day.
They are girls, just that.Kibbert
was a fucking accountant, just that.
He was tortured and executed.
All of this begins with Temple and
his safe house. More likely, houses.
Secondary.
It begins with the rape
of an innocent young woman,
who could not live with the shame.
Why is that secondary?
Why is that not a crime?
Because no-one will come forward
and say it actually happened.
Because the liberation is no
longer a liberation.
All you can see is insurgents.
Because they behave like insurgents.
What happened to your face?
Temple.
Really?
He's panicking.
Can I see Mrouj?
You cannot.
She's fine. Until I say otherwise.
Tell me something good.
I will bring you Sawsan.
She has done nothing wrong.
I know her, she is my daughter,
but I will bring her to you.
Only to you.
And maybe she will stand up
and say what actually happened.
Where is she?
I will find her.
You don't know? I will find her.
Then Mrouj can't leave until you do.
Or I give up on you.
I will find her.
Let him out. He's free to go.
Sawsan!
PANICKED BREATHING
I believe, was a cabal.
Sawsan!
SAWSAN!
I could knock on doors
and ask questions
that you never could. Never.
Do you know him? I do not.
And this is Temple's trailer.
Let's go!
JETS FLY OVER
HELICOPTER FLIES OVER
Go, go, go!
US Army!
SOLDIERS SHOUT
US Army, remain calm!
We know this is the house
of Sanaa Hussain, she will make
herself known.
Fucking now!
COCKS GUN
Why can't you help my brother?
Your son?
Why upsetting Mama, who's sick?
Sawsan, you should
have left for school.
You will be late.
Are you afraid, Baba?
Afraid to fight for your son?
Sir, this house is in mourning.
She's saying her daughter just died.
Sanaa? Yes.
Then ask her how she died.
I would like you to confirm
they are mourning Sanaa Hussain,
and ask how she died. Say it!
Picture - the photograph...
Is this your daughter? Right?
Will you take a look?
This is your daughter, Sanaa, yes?
SHE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE
And that, I know, is Zahra Boustani.
Who's this girl, here?
She doesn't know.
I'm sorry for your loss.
MAN TRANSLATES
Give them money to
repair the door. Let's go.
CLATTERING
GUN COCKS
FUCK!
QUIET CONVERSATION
Khafaji, may I join you?
CHAIR SCRAPES
You're looking good, Inspector.
Very official.
Baghdad's feeling safer already.
You have anything to tell me?
About Fadhil Al-Bakr? Yes.
The business card belongs to
the mercenaries, as you can see.
The address written is
the house where Fadhil was killed.
Fadhil Al-Bakr himself
was not an insurgent.
He was a criminal who had links
to Hamilton Baker.
And, I believe, to Frank Temple.
It's Temple's house. He should be
interrogated, questioned.
Fact - Temple did not kill Kibbert.
But he was responsible, I believe.
Why bring Kibbert to
a Coalition safe house?
Why hide him inside the house?
Why not hang him on a lamppost
for the world to see?
It was a warning.
A warning to Temple.
Who has arrived
and is walking this way.
Frank.
Your man here is just spending
the day with me.
Inspector Khafaji has work to do.
For me, yes.
No. At his desk. He's my employee.
He works for my department.
And here I am believing
we're all on the same team.
He's with me.
I need him.
Find yourself another secretary.
I'll see you outside in 47 minutes.
You can lose the uniform.
I said nothing. I did nothing.
He joined me.
You will continue to say nothing
and do nothing,
apart from the work given to you
by my department. Understood?
Not quite. Do not push it.
I'm not in the mood.
You work for me.
If I refuse Captain Parodi, what
will happen to me? To my daughter?
SLAMS TABLE
You work for me!
What were you talking about?
Fadhil Al-Bakr.
The Iraqi man found dead
in your safe house.
The captain wants to find out
who he was,
what he did to survive
before and after the invasion.
"Liberation".
Show a little gratitude.
He was a criminal involved
in slavery and prostitution.
I've lost a key.
To my trailer.
Have you seen it at all?
No.
It was in my jacket pocket.
It's always in my jacket pocket.
I take my jacket off in the office.
That's it.
You have another key?
I believe it was stolen, not lost.
Have you checked the inside of
your...? STOLEN from my office.
Who would have the guts to do that?
I don't know.
This land, Iraq, Baghdad...
It corrupts.
You will tell Captain Parodi
that you cannot assist him
with his investigations.
You will tell him
that your purpose is higher.
Sir, I believe it would be better
coming from you.
In short, you'll tell him
to fuck off, Inspector.
Remember what the stakes are.
You do not leave your desk.
Not today. Not even to take a piss.
Do I make myself understood?
Perfectly, sir.
May I ask...
Why do you believe... the key
to your trailer was stolen?
Was something taken?
Something of value?
I would report it, sir.
Crimes within the Green Zone
should not be tolerated.
Miss Ford, you'll inform
the hospital manager
that our agreement with
Inspector Khafaji no longer stands.
His contract is terminated,
and with it,
all medical privileges
for his daughter.
Sir, he'll be here, I'm sure.
She's only just begun dialysis.
Also draft a letter advising
the military police
the likelihood of the inspector's
involvement with war crimes.
"War crimes"? Information which
has only recently come to light.
Is that true?
I just said it, did I not?
Yeah, but he's been doing good
work. You chose him personally.
Was there no background checks?
Draft the fucking letter, Miss Ford.
Some privacy, please.
Wait outside.
My money's gone.
What? My money. My dollars.
My fucking future is gone.
Stolen from my trailer.
Did I not tell you to
leave it with me? In the safe?
Who could have done that?
I'm going to this address.
That street. The person who lives
there could have done that.
No, that's no good.
We go in, we get out.
It's no good, Frank,
there are guns on every building.
I want my money. I want control.
I'd like to avoid a firefight
with toy soldiers and insurgents.
Every fucking cent I earned!
My time here
cannot have been for nothing.
How much?
All of it.
How much for me and my boys?
We're risking our lives
getting you there.
Don't be a twat.
20% of all future earnings.
You are being a twat.
For that, you get control.
You get the girl, Zahra,
dead on a plate.
Jesus, Frank,
don't look so surprised.
We cannot allow her to say one word.
You know that.
I say we execute the bitch.
What I'm interested in are names.
Names of the women who attended
these gatherings,
women like Zahra - Laura.
English names are fine.
I can cross-reference.
"Cross-reference"?
Zahra is Laura,
Candy is... was Sanaa Hussein.
She's now dead.She died how?
I don't know and,
at this moment, I don't care.
All I care about is finding
the other members of the cell.
There's a third girl, at least.
I'm pretty sure about that.
PHONE RINGS
Sir.
Phone call from base.
OVER PHONE: Sir, it's Megan Ford.
BLUES MUSIC PLAYS
INTERPRETER:
Mr Temple is here quite often.
So, maybe he was.
You were pushing your own agenda,
Inspector.
I asked about the names
of the young women.
Drew a blank.
Two things.
First, I accept that
Fadhil Al-Bakr is not an insurgent.
But there's others still out there.
Second...
..you're now my prisoner.
You're serious? It's got to be done.
Your past has caught up with you.
Hands behind your back, please.
My past?
Your past. Your history.
HE SIGHS
Is there not one person in
the entire United States of America
who understands my country?
Who has a fucking clue what
they are doing in my country?!
HANDCUFFS ZIP
That would be a no.
Thank you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
DISTANT SHOUTING
We don't want any trouble.
We are here for one man, one man
only. Muhsin al-Khafaji
We are peaceful. Peaceful. Salaam.
There.
SHOUTING CONTINUES
ECHOING SHOUTS AND CLAMOUR
We are here for Inspector Muhsin
al-Khafaji, no-one else.
He lives here, right?
He's moved it on. But to where?
SHATTERING GLASS
Do nothing. Do not fire... till
we know what the fuck's going on.
Why do you want the man
that live here? Khafaji.
He's taken something that does not
belong to him.
Bastard.
Amjad.
I should never have asked you to
go into the Green Zone.
I'm sorry.
You asked us to watch and listen.
That is all. To gather information.
Everything else
we did was our own choice.
How is Zahra? Do you know? No.
I have asked indirectly,
but they will not say.
We have seen enough misjudgements,
Sawsan.
It was a reckless thing to do,
to fire the gun as you did.
I'm only sorry that I missed.
You find your voice and...
They are not listening.
And they never will.
Did they listen to you? Did they
read your letters? No, they did not.
Recklessness is not the answer.
Is it reckless to want to see
the guilty punished?
And who are the guilty? Temple.
Temple, for one, is guilty.
Frank Temple.
He claims to be building a new Iraq,
but all he does is destroy.
Sanaa was as gentle as she was
beautiful.
She trusted them to keep her safe.
To respect her.
They did not. Then that is what
we must say to the world.
We leave and we speak out.
Sawsan, you have seen their new
laws, you know they cannot work.
The struggle is only just beginning
and it will be long.
But we must choose our ground
carefully. The world does not care.
Then you make them care, you.
You have a choice to make.
Yes, you have a choice.
To present yourself
as the intelligent, and vital Iraqi
woman that you are, a woman with
knowledge, a woman who can
speak precisely of the atrocities
of this war and occupation.
Or, you can return to Amjad and his
soldiers and be looked down upon.
And in all probability,
you will die.
Hear me, please.
Come back with me now.
I could not bear to lose you, too.
Close the door behind me,
I'll be fine.
We'll be fine.
My money. I know you have it,
and I want it back. Where is it?
What money?
I can argue for you or against you.
I can keep your daughter
in hospital or
I can have her thrown
out on the street.
Mr Temple, I have no idea what
you are talking about.
If you have misplaced
a sum of money,
I suggest you report it to the
military police.
I believe Captain Parodi to be
a reliable man.
You think he's going to save you?
Save Mrouj?
I know where you live.
I've been there.
Found this.
Yours, I believe.
Not the pass, the girl.
She's a nice-looking girl.
Nice tits, I seem to remember.
How did you earn your money,
Mr Temple?
How many houses have you acquired
with Coalition money?
How many women did Fadhil Al-Bakr
supply?
I assume the houses are protected
by the mercenaries?
Men far away from home
and close to danger will gladly
pay for a woman, it is
what conquering soldiers do.
Fuck.
Rape.
And you are the facilitator.
What do you think liberty
and freedom looks like?
It's not a land of milk and honey
and dancing horses, it's a
land of business, of market forces,
supply and demand.
And abuse... of power. Have fun in
Abu Ghraib.
How much money have you lost?
Tens of thousands I would guess.
Money earned on the back of women.
You will give me back my money,
or I swear to God,
you and your daughter will suffer.
Oh, the interpreters at the sports
bar? Decoration, I'm guessing.
Publicity, maybe.
There to be seen, but not touched
until one of them was taken.
Oh, good fucking work, Inspector.
Well done. Congratulations.
Final and last opportunity.
My money.
I'm wearing a wire. They've been
listening to every word you say.
I must have taken it off already,
my mistake.
Welcome to Iraq.
HE RETCHES
HE COUGHS AND RETCHES
Muhsin.
We are to blame for this.We are
not to blame. We are to blame.
We are to blame,
because we allow it.
And now it's going to cost us
our son.
This really isn't necessary,
you know?
I feel like kind of a fraud, here.
I assure you, I can walk.
You stay in the chair. Your notes
say "dizzy and light-headed".
I'll check where we're putting you.
Hello, there.
Sorry for the wait.
No problem, sweetheart.
Mrouj, this is Captain Parodi.
Hey.
Is it my father? Where is he?
He's been arrested, Mrouj.
May I call you Mrouj?
Arrested, but not yet charged.
Understand?
I would like to see him.
Not possible.
Not just yet.
I need your help, Mrouj,
to maybe save the life of a young
woman down the hall, there. Zahra?
I think your father would approve,
don't you?
He has been arrested for what?
Can't say, sorry. I want to see him!
You can help him by helping me.
And you can help Zahra.
It's your call, your decision.
No threats, no arm-twisting.
Your decision.
But you need to make it right now.
Zahra.
My name is John Parodi and I'd like
you to cooperate with me.
In return, I can try and help you.
Help save you from a whole
lot of pain, at the end of which,
you will have given up
everything you know.
Two men of Western origin
have been killed. Murdered.
Right here on my doorstep.
I'm under a lot of pressure to do
something about it,
but there's something pretty
rotten going on here.
Something these men knew about,
something you know about.
You have a friend, I am told, who
was taken from the Al-Rasheed Hotel
and attacked, am I right?
And you have a second friend who
was there, too, I think.
I'd like names,
both Western and Iraqi.
The only thing I'm interested
in here is justice, believe me.
I want you to give up your friends
names, where and when
the attack took place
and the names of the Western
men involved.
I'm offering a way forward here.
A way out.
The least worst option.
I'll wait outside.
Zahra.
Sister.
I bought you some
disgusting sweet tea,
the way you guys seem to like it.
Thank you.
Where is my daughter?Which one?
Mrouj is safe, still at the
hospital.
Sawsan, I have no idea.
Tell me something good.
Tell me something you've been
keeping from me.
I want you to reassure me,
Inspector.
About what?That you actually give
a fuck about my investigation,
about the attack on coalition
personnel, about three girls,
Candy, Laura and Susie.
AKA Sawsan al-Khafaji.
All three stop showing up to
work on the same day.
They are girls, just that.Kibbert
was a fucking accountant, just that.
He was tortured and executed.
All of this begins with Temple and
his safe house. More likely, houses.
Secondary.
It begins with the rape
of an innocent young woman,
who could not live with the shame.
Why is that secondary?
Why is that not a crime?
Because no-one will come forward
and say it actually happened.
Because the liberation is no
longer a liberation.
All you can see is insurgents.
Because they behave like insurgents.
What happened to your face?
Temple.
Really?
He's panicking.
Can I see Mrouj?
You cannot.
She's fine. Until I say otherwise.
Tell me something good.
I will bring you Sawsan.
She has done nothing wrong.
I know her, she is my daughter,
but I will bring her to you.
Only to you.
And maybe she will stand up
and say what actually happened.
Where is she?
I will find her.
You don't know? I will find her.
Then Mrouj can't leave until you do.
Or I give up on you.
I will find her.
Let him out. He's free to go.
Sawsan!
PANICKED BREATHING