Intelligence (2014): Season 1, Episode 2 - Red X - full transcript

Previously on Intelligence...

We connected a human being
directly to the information grid.

He's a hero.
Delta Force tier 1.

He's also wreckless and insubordinate.

And you put a computer in his head.

The chip functions
as a sixth sense.

The candidate
had to possess

an extremely rare
genetic mutation.

It's called Athens-4U7R.

I'm in
the D.M.V. database now.

We've spent billions of dollars
creating something



that every nation on earth
would go to war to possess.

I want you
to protect it for us.

- Sniper!
- Down!

I'm cyber-rendering.

I create a virtual snapshot
of an event in my mind

and then walk through it.

You're doing this right now?

The chip processes it
like a computer,

but my brain metabolizes it
like...well, like a brain.

If they wanted a robot,
they could have built one.

They wanted a human,
and they got one.

Chooch, 12:00.

What the hell
is this guy doing?

Whoa.



Get down right now!

Hey!
Let me see your hands!

Watch our backs!

Show me your hands!

Right now!

Put your hands in the air!

On the ground now! Down!

Let's go.

Clear.

All right, let's strip him.

You think we don't know
what you're doing, Chooch?

Throwing rocks
at a scout convoy?

Easier ways to get a warm meal.

All right,
let's see what we got here.

- Anything?
- The guy's completely clean.

Good to go, corporal.

All right, I'll take him down.
Let's go.

Allahu Akbar.

- Hey, save it.
- Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.
- Hey.

Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Ak--

Mm.

Gabriel.

Hello.
I didn't see you there.

You're all wet!

Oh, that's terrible, isn't it?

Mm.

Mm.

No, no, no, no.

Yes.
No, no, no, no, no.

Yes.

Whoever thought we should be
perpetually connected

to the Internet should be shot.

You were just actuated,
weren't you?

Where?

Mumbai.

India.

I don't want to go.

I know.

I've been thinking
about quitting the agency.

Quitting? Why?

We just got married.

It doesn't change who you are.

You love what you do.

You don't want me to be here?

Of course I do.

Of course I want you here.

But I don't want you
changing for me.

This one would be months,
not weeks.

We'll work it out.

We've been worlds away before.

What do I always say?

"It's just geography."

That's right.

It's just geography.

Seriously?
It's 6:00 A.M.

I'm assigned to protect you.

That means every night
and every morning,

I need to hear the voice of
America's favorite superweapon.

You know this
is never gonna work for me.

It works for the leader
of the free world.

Yeah? Well, what's
your boyfriend gonna say?

Calling me late at night
and early in the morning.

What? No boyfriend?

Got a girlfriend?

Stop.

I could use the chip.

Three seconds, I'd know what
your favorite ice cream is.

You did that on the first day.

Fine.
Chocolate-chip-mint.

But I've kept
my promise since then.

Hey, you want me to share.
How about you share with me?

Talk about Zurich.

There's nothing to talk about.

Three weeks ago,
you went to follow a lead

to find your missing wife.

You said it was a dead end.
That's it?

You know what Amelia's
code name in the CIA was?

Sounder.

As in "Depth Sounder"?

When she goes under,
she goes deep.

After seven years,
I'm beginning to realize

Amelia won't be found
till she wants to be.

Not even by me.

You find a place to live yet?

Turn to your left.

We call this
"proximity overlook."

Yeah, well, the rest
of the world calls it stalking.

What you're seeing here
is aerial surveillance footage

of the Bawri Tana
marine combat outpost --

or what's left of it.

It was attacked
by a suicide bomber

at 0800 hours, local time.

The blast killed 12 marines
and injured 45 more,

making it the deadliest attack
on U.S. forces

- since the Bagram air base was hit two years ago.
- That's terrible.

It gets worse --

Senator William Barnett,

who was visiting the troops
at the time,

was killed in the explosion.

The senator
was the target of the attack.

But right now,
it's unclear why.

How did they get past
the perimeter?

An Afghan merchant
named Zafar Hasani

was detained outside the base.

We brought him in
through the front gate.

They didn't screen him
for explosives?

Oh, they did.
And they used some top-of-the-line stuff, too.

I'm talking about
a high-precision pulse wand,

an A.R.D. machine,

a diffraction-enhanced
X-ray scanner.

- There was nothing on him.
- And yet he still went boom.

And that's why
we've been brought in.

If a terrorist group
has developed a way

to thwart our military's
security protocols,

every one of our bases
is now vulnerable.

We need this new threat
located and eliminated.

So, who was Zafar Hasani?
Is he on any of our watch lists?

No, he had no known ties to any
terrorist or insurgent groups.

The guy's just a baker.

It's too sophisticated
for one guy.

There's no way he acted alone.

Should we look for the butcher
and the candlestick maker?

Sorry.

Here's something.

Zafar was living
with his brother, Malik Hasani,

who trained with
the A.N.A. commando brigade.

Looks like Malik
was briefly detained

by the CIA last year.

Okay, that sounds like
our co-conspirator.

Get on the S.T.U.
to the forward operating base.

Let's find Malik
and bring him in.

- Don't bother.
- Why not?

He's not on
the no-fly list, Lillian.

I'm in the TSA
master manifest now.

Don't tell me.

Malik Hasani
boarded a flight out of KBL

that landed in Dulles
this morning.

He's here.

One of our nation's
most decorated soldiers.

He's a hero, and now our
country's most secret weapon.

Gabriel possesses
a rare genetic mutation

that allowed us to implant
a microchip in his brain.

We connected his mind directly
to the information grid.

It's something the chip does
that nobody expected.

I can create a virtual snapshot
of an event in my mind

and then walk through it.

It's like
a virtual evidence wall.

At U.S. Cyber Command,

we created a highly
specialized unit around him...

Satellite in five.

...and assigned
an agent to protect him.

Run!

He's the first of his kind --

the next evolution
of intelligence.

This is security footage

from the Dulles customs and
border protection checkpoint.

That's Malik Hasani there.

He was carrying
some sort of traveling case.

Well, if his brother
could sneak an explosive

into a military base,

Malik might try to
clear one through customs.

But it's just a chess set.

What about
a secret compartment?

Let me see if I can access
the scan from the X-ray machine.

Got it.

Doc said I should
be able to interpolate

the two sources of data and...

Whoa.

What is it?
It's pretty cool.

Except there's no room
to hide anything in there.

Hang on. The...

All the pieces
are the same color.

Would make it hard
to play chess.

This chess set
isn't hiding a bomb.

It is the bomb.

Plastic explosive
can be molded into any shape.

Chess pieces, sure,
but the brother at the base,

he wasn't carrying anything.

Maybe he shaped it
into something smaller

that he could swallow.

Oh, no, no. No.

All known explosives
are highly noxious.

Ingesting even a small amount

would cause debilitating
seizures, vomiting, even death.

What if this is something new?

Edible C-4?

Oh, well, that's a fascinating
little scientific puzzle.

Could the Hasani brothers
have solved it?

They would
need a formal education

in explosive-ordnance
studies,

large quantities
of trinitramine,

cyclotrimethylene,
or something similar,

and the ability to develop
ground-breaking techniques

that eliminate the compound's
fatal levels of toxicity.

So, basically,
snowball's chance in hell.

A snowball
sometimes has a chance.

But there are a dozen military
research labs in the world

that I can think of

that would have
the technical expertise.

Narrow it down.
Find our snowball.

Excuse me, Lillian.

I've worked with the head

of Senator Barnett's
personal security detail,

so I put in a call.

That so? Very well.

Did he have
anything useful for us?

Well, as you can imagine,

there's no shortage
of Middle Eastern terror groups

with dreams
of killing the senator.

He's advocated intervention
in Syria, Turkey, Iran.

Sort the threats.
Try to connect Malik Hasani.

Jameson's working on that now.

Let me know when
you've learned something.

I learned that you hadn't
issued a bolo on Malik yet.

That's correct.

Don't we want to get
his face out there?

If we spook him, he might
accelerate the timetable

for the next attack.

But if we sit on it
and he strikes again,

all the blame will fall on you.

Sorry, it's not my place.

It's just a risky decision,
that's all.

As my father is fond of saying,
character is only defined

by the decisions you make
when all could be lost.

We got something here.

Airport security
grabbed a picture of Malik

leaving the airport and
getting into yellow taxi 574.

And for the record
I found it first.

It's true.
He got this one.

- Did you give me a little attitude?
- Not attitude.

That's love, brother.

Maybe the cab driver can tell us
where he dropped off Malik.

Go.
I'll call the cab company.

That's a good idea.

Or we could use
the microchip in my brain.

Cab number 574 is parked
at 6th and Memorial.

They all have GPS now.

Wait. So,
at any given time,

you know where all the cabs
in the city are?

Beats standing on the corner
with your hand in the air.

It's not military.

They're too busy
making the next longbow.

English, please.

Military technology
has always moved us

farther from the battlefield.

In the 14th century,
it was archers.

Today, it's drones.

No standing army
wants to make a bomb

they have to swallow.

Got it.
Well, that's when it hit me.

Maybe we're looking for someone

who wants to
make their explosions

safer, not more deadly.

Who would that be?

Diessenhofen Technologies
is constantly innovating

in the field of mining safety.

Well, Dr. Cottier,
I've been studying

your patent applications

and there's one
that caught my attention.

We apply for hundreds
of patents every year.

Oh, I think
you'll remember this one.

A biodegradable
plastic explosive

that can be handled safely

without exposure
to harmful toxins.

And I see the recipe contains

cyclotrimethylene trinitramine

but displays no markers,

no odorizing chemical taggants.

Congratulations, doctor.

You designed a bomb

so safe to handle,
it's undetectable.

What could possibly go wrong?

It's only in
the experimental stages.

We're hoping it could

make demolitions safer
and more efficient.

We call it Red-X.

22 hours ago, somebody walked
a batch of your Red-X

right into
a U.S. military base,

killing a dozen
of our soldiers.

And unless you want
even more blood on your hands,

you're gonna tell us
who you sold it to.

Right now.

I assure you,
we never sold it to anyone.

The prototype disappeared
four months ago...

...from our
Zurich laboratory.

- It was stolen?
- And you didn't think to report that missing?!

We couldn't risk
losing our funding.

Your funding?!
You call yourself a doctor?!

- How much was taken?
- 2.1 kilograms.

That is more than enough
for another attack.

How does it work?

A tiny circuit
is pressed into the clay.

It acts like a receiver

and can be detonated remotely,
however you like.

One call from a cellphone
would do the trick.

This is footage from
the taxi-cab dashboard camera.

That's Malik.
He still has the Red-X.

Yeah,
but where is he headed?

That's McKinley Square.

What potential targets
are nearby?

There are dozens
of government buildings

in that area.

Two subway entrances.
A bank?

Four banks.

An army recruitment center
across the street.

There are 106 possible targets,
to be exact.

Well, we're gonna
have to narrow that down.

Keep tracking the cab.

That was everything
up until Malik got out.

Just let it run.

There.

He's meeting with someone.

Nicely done.

One of them
must be "the button."

The button?
Yeah, Red-X apparently requires

at least two people.

One swallows the explosive,
walks it through security.

The other -- the button --
watches from a safe distance

and remotely detonates it
with a -- a cellphone.

Wait, wait. Why wouldn't the
bomber just detonate himself?

Suicide bombers have been known
to have second thoughts.

Enhance the image.
Isolate their faces.

- Working on it.
- Working on it.

Or we could just
do it your way.

Oh, God.

You know him?
From where?

Where are you, Gabriel?

Mumbai.

His name
is Ibrahim Al-Munin.

He's a
lashkar-e-Tayyiba operative.

He was part of the attacks

at the Taj Mahal hotel in 2008.

And now he's here with Malik.

And my wife.

- We can't see her face. We don't know it's Amelia.
- It's her.

Is that coming from the chip

or are you just extrapolating?

There's no clear distinction.
The chip is constantly --

It's her.

After the Mumbai attacks,
Amelia and Ibrahim

were both presumed dead,

but their bodies
were never recovered.

Now, out of the blue,
Ibrahim shows up on U.S. soil

with an unidentified
female partner?

That's Amelia.
She's still deep.

We have no proof
that Amelia is even involved,

much less working undercover.

I need you to stay focused
on what we actually know.

I've been searching
for her for six years.

This is the first good lead!

I don't care!

You have somehow
convinced yourself

that the purpose of the chip
is to help you find your wife.

Well, let me remind you

of your responsibilities
to this country.

Any time wasted
on wishful thinking

is putting American lives
in greater danger,

and I won't tolerate that.

Am I clear?

Yeah. You're clear.

Lillian, this is exactly
what we worried about

when we selected him.

If Amelia is involved,
he could become irrational --

self-destructive even.

Well, then find a way
to control him

because I am not taking
my best asset offline

in the middle
of an active terrorist attack.

I can patch glitches,
fix bugs, repair hardware.

Hell, I can even
reprogram the chip.

But it is not the chip
that is crashing.

Lance Corporal Daniel Hindes.

He was only 24 years old.

He had a wife named Laura...

...and a 5-year-old daughter
named Jenny.

And they'll never
get to see him again

because a terrorist,
stuffed with Red-X,

blew him up two days ago.

There's 12 more stories
just like this one.

Go ahead.
Pull them up yourself.

You know what it's like
to lose the person you love.

If you don't help us
try to stop this...

what are we gonna say

to the next
Laura and Jenny Hindes?

Okay, it took some digging,

but an alternate spelling
of Ibrahim's name

turned up in the title of
a closed senate intel briefing.

Unfortunately,
it's been redacted.

Means
we're on the right track.

- Can you decrypt the files?
- I can't, but...

...Gabriel can.

Let me take a look.

Ibrahim was married to
a medical student in Pakistan.

She was working
at a local hospital

when it was attacked
by a PMF strike team.

Private military?

Contractors.
Our payroll.

The PMF team believed
the hospital was protecting

a terrorist cell,
so they went in hot.

They were wrong.

Ibrahim's wife, Nadira,
was caught in the crossfire.

- That's awful.
- Which contractor?

Phalanx Global Security. They
were called before congress.

Got a light spanking,
sent back to the playroom.

And get this.

The committee chairman
who decided

to look the other way...

- Senator Barnett.
- That's motive.

Ibrahim's striking back
for what happened to his wife.

Guys, Phalanx Headquarters
off McKinley square,

less than a block
from where the cab stopped.

We have a target.

Riley.

If Amelia is involved
and you find her

with her hand on the detonator,

Gabriel won't
be able to take that shot.

Will you?

Will you?

Yes. Of course.

That hesitation --

when you were thinking
how devastated he might be --

that's the moment the bomb
went off and killed him.

Phalanx Security
is on the 15th floor.

This place would be
a nightmare to evacuate.

You know,
you're not the only one

with a voice in your head.

Mine's a sentry
that whispers in my ear

when my protectee's in danger.

Is it whispering now?

It's screaming at me.

You two want to keep arguing,
or are we going in?

How quickly can you take

all of the cell towers
within range offline?

Any signal that gets through
could be the one

that reaches the transceiver
in the bomber's stomach.

You don't just flip a switch.

We first need to submit
an emergency interruption claim

- to the national communications system...
- Hack it. If it's faster.

I love it when you talk dirty.

Agent Neal.

You received a call
from my supervisor.

Uh...they wouldn't tell me
what's going on.

Let's see what you've got here.

I really shouldn't
have anybody back here.

Robert, don't you know
your office password

shouldn't be the same
as your e-mail password?

What are you talking about?

I'm in.

No matches yet.

Did you see
either of these two men

come past this checkpoint?

That guy kind of looks like

the courier that just
came through here.

What floor was he going to?

- 15.
- That's him.

Not again.

It looks like we're
getting our exercise today.

Nice work.
That'll slow him down.

- I'm going to the 15th floor.
- Wait.

You can't get close to the bomb

until we control the detonator.

I'll get in position
while you find the button.

He's got to be close by,
probably outside security.

I'm on it.

W-what should I do?

Hey, hold the --

Are you still there?
Good.

Gabriel, Riley,
are you reading me?

I see Nelson
got the cell towers down.

Our line should be the only one
getting through right now.

Why isn't Gabriel responding?

He's in the elevator.

It must be acting
like a Faraday cage,

shielding all
electromagnetic frequencies --

- Yes, thank you. What's your status?
- Okay.

We've located the bomb,
but no sign of the button.

Have Gabriel scoop him up
while they can't send a signal.

And be ready.

Once they realize
their communication is jammed,

they'll scramble.

I'm almost in position.
Any sign of Ibrahim?

Riley? Hello?

I have eyes on Ibrahim.

I'm moving in.

He's holding some kind of...

walkie-talkie.

Our network outage
only blocks cell signals.

He could still set off the bomb
with a walkie-talkie.

I don't have a clean shot.

Got a delivery for me?

Gabriel,
get him in the elevator.

- The bomb is still live.
- Good to know.

Federal agent! Drop it!

Button's on the move!

Who are you working with?!

Death is coming for you all.

Finally.

Riley, do you have
the detonator?!

Negative, negative!

Halt! Federal agent!

You're sure it was Amelia?

I'm certain.

So you knew it was my wife
and you kept on firing?

She wasn't your wife.

She was a threat
and I was neutralizing it.

And what if I'm right?
Did you ever think of that?

What if I'm right
and she's deep cover,

working some angle
we haven't seen yet?

What if you're wrong
and we turn our backs?

It'd be Bin Laden
all over again.

Bin Laden? That's
what you're gonna throw at me?

I've been looking for Amelia
for six years.

She shows up on the grid,

and your first instinct's
to shoot her dead.

- It was the right call.
- It's not your call to make! It's my call!

No. It's Lillian's.

I don't know
what's more disturbing --

the Red-X or looking
into a dead guy's stomach.

Be gentle.

We don't know which of these

contains the live
detonator circuit.

We could easily trip it
with the picofarads

found in common
static electricity.

Please...
stop...talking.

All right, now,
mark this one as 19.5 grams.

Shouldn't...the bomb squad
be handling this?

No, no.

They'd just do
a controlled detonation.

We'd lose all of our evidence.

Nelson, be careful.
Your hands are shaking.

Yeah.
I wonder why, dad.

You said you wanted to
do more things together.

I meant a movie or a ballgame.

Uh-oh.

Not the most reassuring words

to hear while
handling explosives.

We may have a problem.

Not any better.

We only found 0.5 kilograms
of Red-X in Malik's stomach.

Analyzing the pattern
of structural damage

from the Afghan combat outpost,

Zafar ingested approximately
0.5 kilograms, as well.

This means that Ibrahim

is still in possession
of 1.1 kilograms.

Get to the point, dad.

That is more than enough
for another attack.

Another attack!

And it would be
the largest yet.

He is not done.

So where is Ibrahim now?

We're not sure.
We found this in Malik's pocket.

He made a purchase
at a convenience store

less than two hours
before the attempted bombing.

Only bought one item --
honey.

Honey?

And we found trace amounts
in Malik's stomach.

I guess a spoonful helps
the deadly explosives go down.

- Did you run this address?
- It's right across the street

from the Kaaba Mosque
and Cultural Center.

That's worth checking out.

Lillian, I need a word.

Now.

Outside.

What right do you have
to give that order?

What order?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

She's a terrorist, Gabriel.

You don't know that!

Everyone knows that.
Everyone but you.

I wanted to believe
she was clean, too.

You know I did.

But the only reason

we don't have Ibrahim
in custody right now

is because
she helped him get away.

I know you have
all that extra processing power.

But at the end of the day,

the simplest explanation
is usually the right one.

How bad is it?

On an average day,
he's using 25% to 30%

of his processing speed
searching for Amelia.

Can you even imagine what's
going on in his brain today?

He's highly erratic, Lillian.

If we pull him off now,
he'll never forgive us.

But he would survive.

Unfortunately,
I need to worry about

the people who wouldn't.

They were staying here,
but I haven't seen them

since yesterday
morning's prayers.

I'm sorry.

So you let them stay here,
but you can't tell us anything?

Kaaba Mosque is not
just a place of worship.

It's a community center.

We offer a variety of services
to all Muslims.

And what if they're terrorists?

I didn't know
they were Lashkar.

This mosque
and those who pray in it,

they don't support
Lashkar's tactics and beliefs.

I offered these men a bed,
but no one can know

what's in
another person's soul.

Did they have a woman
with them?

Not to my knowledge, no.

Tall, black hair.
Maybe she met them here.

I'm sorry.
It's possible.

But I haven't seen anyone else.

Gabriel, over here.
Come here.

Thank you. Excuse me.

I'm Riley.
This is Gabriel.

How you doing, chief?
What's your name?

Yousef.

Nice to meet you, Yousef.

Was there something
you wanted to tell us?

It's okay. You won't get
in trouble, I promise.

Did you talk to that guy?

Did he say
where they were going?

I found this.
It fell out of his bag.

Look at this.
It's a hospital.

Ibrahim's wife
was killed in a hospital.

He was casing Providence Memorial. He's
gonna blow it up as payback.

We have to evacuate
that hospital now.

This place is huge. Ibrahim
could be hiding anywhere.

Any sign of him
on surveillance?

No, but their cameras
only monitor

46% of the building.

There's too many areas
out of view.

You and I need to split up.
You take the --

We're not splitting up.
I can't watch your back

if I have no idea
where you are.

Look -- we have over
86,000 square feet to search.

You really want do that --
room to room, holding my hand?

The holding hands part
is optional.

- We don't have time to argue about it.
- You're right. We don't.

Hey, the first-floor
emergency rooms are all clear.

I.C.U. and N.I.C.U.
still need staff assistance.

What about the decision teams
from the additional hospitals?

They haven't showed up yet.

Okay, then we're gonna
need to improvise.

Round up anyone in scrubs and
redeploy them to the I.C.U.s.

We need to get everyone
clear of this building.

- Yeah, copy that.
- Gabriel, what do we...

Son of a...
Gabriel!

Go! Go! Everybody out!

Move!

Move!

Come on! Go, go, go!

Amelia.

Gabriel,
what are you doing here?

Stay back!

Amelia.

I mean it.
Get out of here. Now.

Listen to me. Ibrahim's
planted a bomb in here!

I got to find it
and get you out of here!

You found it!

It's me, Gabriel.

I'm the bomb.

Why -- w-why
would you do this?

It would be impossible
for you to understand.

I know you. You don't believe
in this. This isn't you.

You don't know me.
Not anymore.

We need time.
We just need time to talk.

We can work this out together.

We just need a room where the
detonator's signal can't reach.

The X-ray labs!

The X-ray labs
are lined with lead.

The nearest one's
about 87 feet away.

I can save you!
Come on!

There's no detonator.
The bomb's on a timer.

Ibrahim didn't want to take
any chances this time.

It's going to detonate
no matter what you do.

It's an electronic device.

- Stop it!
- It can be disabled.

All we need
is a burst of electricity.

Get out of here!
Go! Go!

No, I'm not leaving you!

Gabriel, this was always a lie.

Do you understand?
I never loved you!

I know what you're doing.

I hate you! I've always
hated you! Get out of here!

- Get away from her now.
- No, lower your weapon.

- You know I can't do that.
- You have less than a minute.

Listen, Riley,
I-I have an idea.

- I heard. It won't work.
- You don't know that.

You will die
trying to save her.

30 seconds.
Get out! Go!

It's still charging! Come on.

If you're wrong, we all die!

I'm not wrong!
Come on!

I'm not gonna lose you again.

Gabriel, look at me.
Will you look at me?

I made these choices.
Me.

- No.
- I did!

Please, no.

Gabriel.

It's just geography.

No!

You're gonna hate me.

Why am I gonna hate you?

Last time I went
on a covert op like this, I --

it took me a while
to find my way back.

That's 'cause you
didn't have a compass.

Come here.

I'm your compass.

You get lost, I'll be here

to get you back home.

The cause of the blast
is believed to be

a ruptured natural gas pipe.

The leak was detected
minutes before the explosion

and all personnel
were safely evacuated.

It wasn't perfect,
but considering

no innocent lives were lost,
I'm calling this one a win.

Nice job.

- Why the cover story?
- CIA wasn't too keen to let it out

that one of their agents
went rogue

and detonated a bomb
on U.S. soil.

What about
Ibrahim Al-Munin?

We're gonna find him.

You're damn right we will.

Let's get to work.

Riley.

We're defined by
the decisions we make, right?

Gabriel.

I could have saved her.

It was
one-in-a-million.

It was worth the risk.

No, it wasn't.

My life, my choice.

If I hadn't done what I did,

Amelia would have still died.

The only difference
is you'd be gone, too.

But she wouldn't have
had to die alone.

I'm sorry.

You had no right
to take that from me.

Not a right, no.

An obligation.

Because I'm
government property.

Well, congratulations.
The chip is fine.

I did it to protect you.

Not the chip. You.

Even if you hate me...

...I'm glad you're alive.

You did
a great thing, Yousef.

You saved a lot of people.

I did?

You were so helpful that...

...it makes me wonder

if there was something
you forgot to tell us.

I don't understand.

You didn't really find this
in Ibrahim's stuff.

Did this woman give it to you?

She told me to give it
to the man named Gabriel.

She said he'd know what to do.

I understand now.

Thank you, Yousef.