All language subtitles for Baghdad.Central.S01.E01.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.Cyrillic.RGzsRutracker

[car horn honks]

[people chattering]

[Arabic music]

[radio playing]

[pop music on radio]

-You'll have to bend a lot.
-[Mrouj laughs]

Are you sure you want
to do this, Mrouj?

You're feeling well enough?

Baba, yes. For the tenth
and last time.

Stop stressing.

Do you think there will be war?

I hope not.

Not until I've eaten, at least.

It'll solve nothing, Sawsan.

[Sawsan] It will mean change.

Iraq needs to change.

How do I look?

[Mrouj]
You really made an effort.

Is that a clean uniform?

[group singing]

[singing "Happy Birthday"
in Dari]

[tense musical swell]

[cheering and clapping]

[music on TV]

Ooh, my ha!

[music on TV]

Sawsan, Sawsan.
Enough with the dancing.

Not in front of your uncle.

-Oh, but it's my birthday.
-That's no excuse.

Muhsin, I said that she could!

And Aunt Maha is the boss.

[Maha] Yes, I am the boss.

See what I have to deal with?
Can you see this, Mrouj?

[Muhsin laughs]

[sighs]

Baba, that's rude.

I've heard enough
of glorious Iraq, I'm sorry.

[Nidal]
They think we are all stupid.

[Maha]
I will not have us talk of war.

I say, let them come.
The Americans.

As long as you don't say it
too loudly.

It would mean an end to him.
It would mean freedom.

Democracy.

Eat.

Come on, all of us, let's eat.

Looks delicious, Maha.

[Nidal] It tastes delicious,
too.

[indistinct chatting]

[explosions]

[theme music]

[water running]

You're supposed to be fasting.

I'll make just half a cup.

-Morning, Baba.
-Good morning.

-Sleep well?
-Mmm, at times.

I dreamt of yogurt. [chuckles]

The water is on.

Should I fill the buckets
and pans?

-Done.
-Good boy.

Stay away from the balcony.

They will see you with your tea.

The Imam or the Americans?

-[whispered] God.
-[Muhsin laughs]

[distant explosion rumbles]

[music on headphones]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[phone rings]

-Yes?
-Mrouj, it's uncle Nidal.

I need to speak to your father
about Sawsan.

[car alarm blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[horns honking]

[children cheering]

Muhsin, I don't know
what to say, I feel responsible.

[Muhsin] Sawsan's friends.
They saw her last when?

Her friends from the university

say that she has not
been attending. Not really.

You didn't know?
You didn't notice?

What are we supposed to do?
Follow her each morning,

-question her each night?
-She spoke of her classes.

I'm not her father.

Nadil, I know you're not
her father. I am her father.

[Muhsin sighs]

[sighs]

[Maha cries]

[Muhsin]
She should have been at home.

She should have been with me.

You have been good to her.

And to me.

Has she stayed out
all night before?

-No, never.
-Only when it has been agreed.

When it's a family
you can trust.

What time did she leave
the house yesterday?

Her normal time, 7:00 a.m.

-So, she has a routine?
-Yes.

So, then, she must
be going somewhere

-if not to the university.
-Yes.

Did she seem distracted,
worried?

-Was her behaviour normal?
-Yes.

Did you or Sawsan
have any threats?

No.

Any arguments
with other families?

None, none.

-Any debts?
-Do you have any debts?

Nadil, I need to ask
these questions.

Is there a chance she could have
been abducted for ransom?

I have no debts,
I have no ransom, none.

I need you to write down
everything you have told me.

Everything detail.
Her friends, her teachers,

the addresses, phone numbers
of her friends, anything.

I need to see inside her room.

[tense music]

[Sawsan's voice echoes]
Are you afraid, Baba?

Are you afraid, Baba?

[Muhsin] Sawsan did not return
from university yesterday.

She has not been attending
university.

She is missing.

She has been working for
the Coalition Authority.

For the Americans.

Which, now, is a very dangerous
thing to be doing.

Mrouj.

Did you know?

Yes.

She said she was
translating papers.

She gave me dollars.

I should have told you.

Sisters have their secrets,
it's normal.

She ever tell you
who gave her this work?

Who arranged it, did she say?

No.

She mentioned no one?
She gave no name?

[murmurs]

But her professor
is Professor Rashid.

-A woman.
-OK.

I know that she liked her.

I want you to look
at this list of names.

-Not now, later.
-OK.

Think.

Is there anyone

she mentioned
more than the others?

Are there any names missing?

OK.

We will do everything we can
to find her.

You and me.

[melancholic music]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[they speak Dari]

[distant gunfire]

[Amjad] Almost there Mr Kibbert.

Not far.

Has this all been
entirely necessary?

Oh, you cannot be seen.

Meetings like this
do not happen in Iraq.

Guess not.

Sanaa.

You know her father's dead?

She has no brothers.

I'm her elder cousin.

You're privileged, Mr Kibbert.

Understood.

I am fond of Candy.

Sanaa.

My intentions are good.

Honourable.

My cousin's very beautiful.

Zahra?

Sanaa?

Sanaa, we're here.

-Candy?
-Maybe I should just leave?

Sanaa!

[Zahra] This way.

Follow me, Mr Kibbert.

[Kibbert panting]

You will tell me
the names of the men
who attacked my cousin

or I swear I will kill you.

[horns honking]

[horn honking]

[horse brays]

[driver chuckles]

[woman]
Tell them about the reward.

Er, no. Er, no, I never.

You?

No. Who is he?

Clark Kibbert.
He's a US citizen.

Move along.

Let's go! Let's go!

[Karl laughing]

[tense music]

[indistinct conversation]

Good morning.
I'm Zubeida Rashid.

The young woman you spoke to
just now, she's your student?

-Do you know her?
-No.

But I know the look on her face.
Worry, at the very least.

Several weeks ago
she received a death threat.

-From who?
-It could be anyone

of the 20 groups,
righteous or criminal.

A crime that she is a woman
with her own ideology.

-It is a concern.
-Very much so.

My daughter, Sawsan al-Khafaji,

she worked within your
department. She is missing.

She's not been home
for two nights.
Tonight will be the third.

I'm truly sorry she's missing.

She has been earning dollars.

I have seen them.

Have you seen an identification
pass like this before?

I'm sorry.

I have nothing more to say.

My daughter is missing.

There is a chance
she may have been kidnapped.

There is the possibility that
she has already been killed!

-I think you should leave now.
-Is it possible she had also

been given a note, a threat?

Yes, she's an intelligent,
patriotic woman.

[scoffs] Patriotic?

Sawsan, like many, believe
in a secular and free Iraq.

But as her father
you will know that.

She is young and impressionable.

Where is this free Iraq,
show me?

Look inside yourself.

I would like a list of names
of all the people
Sawsan has worked with.

I'm sorry, you're not
an inspector anymore.

-I am a father.
-You have no authority.

-You will soon be a trespasser!
-She is missing!

-Did you not hear me?
-I have another appointment.

Why do you not appear surprised
she has disappeared?

Because women in today's Iraq

have a habit of disappearing.

I will pray she is safe.

[melancholic music]

[children shouting]

[people chattering]

The pomegranates are supposed
to be good for you.

-Mmm. Mmm.
-Your kidneys.

They taste good.

-Baba.
-Hm?

Do you believe she's alive?

Yes.

The professor knows more
than she is saying.

In the beginning Sawsan
was in favour of the Americans.

But not anymore.

She was earning dollars.

I don't believe
she would help them.

Not simply for money.

Why risk herself
working for people
she did not like or trust?

She wouldn't.

-I looked at the list
you gave me.
-Mmm.

I don't remember her talking
about any of these people.

Not recently.

She sometimes spoke of friends

she called Candy and Laura
as a joke.

Candy and Laura?

Mmm. Yes.

Western names, like Susan?

[buzzing]

Why can't the Americans
repair the electricity?

Mmm, because they're
only good at war.

[Mrouj laughs]

Want me to read you
poetry tonight?

No, thank you.

I'm ready to sleep.

You're brave.

[whispered] Like your mother.

[door shuts]

[tense music]

[echoes of "Happy Birthday"]

[echoed clapping and cheering]

[Muhsin] It's not a toy, Tareq.

It's a responsibility.

You're getting older now.

I want one.

When you're old enough, Sawsan.

We'll see
when you're old enough.

[Sawsan] I want one.

[muffled cries]

[straining]

[crying]

[echoed cries]

[soldiers shouting]

-Yes! All you had to do was ask!
-Baba! Baba!

[soldier]
Make the fucker compliant!

We've got him, sir.
Confirmed three of diamonds.

[man speaking Arabic]

Yes, yes, I'm
Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji.

Good, we're getting somewhere.

Now will he confirm he serves
as party chairmen

and commander
in the Kadasia militia?

What? No.

No, fucking, no.

I'm police. Not militia.

-Ask him in Arabic.
-[man speaks Arabic]

No!

I am Inspector
Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji.

With the Iraqi Police Service,
Baghdad Central police station.

I'm not militia.

I've never been. Never.

-I.P.S. Look at my files.
-You burnt your files.

Not the archives,
we never burn the archives.
Look at my files!

I respectfully suggest that
you're looking for someone else.

[chatter and music]

-[phone ringing]
-Sir.
-Sir.

Mr Temple, I have an urgent
request from holding facility
number two.

The three of diamonds
is claiming not to be
the three of diamonds.

I know you can see me, Frank.
I know you heard me.

Just leave it right there,
Parodi. I'll deal with it.

Urgent was the operative word
in that sentence.

I'll wait for a file of

one Inspector
Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji.

I.P.S. Baghdad.

It'll need to be located
and copied.

-No file leaves this office.
-I'll wait.

I like the taste of your coffee.

I'll deal with it, sir.

Thank you, Megan.

You know you're wasting
your time, Frank?

Finding and retraining
Iraqi police officers.

They're not interested.
True story,

it's my boys that stand guard
over Baghdad Central police
station

and it's my boys who deal
with all the shit
that comes through the door.

Iraqi Police Services
do nothing but watch TV

and polish their pistols. Fact.

They flat out refuse
to go out on the street.

You found your missing
American citizen yet?

Captain, what's-his-name,
Kibbert?

-We will.
-Dead or alive?

The former I would guess.

You are military police.
Your job is to prevent

Chad kicking the shit
out of Chuck and that's it.

-I know those guys.
-You're not real, actual police,
did they not tell you?

And those recruits
you're talking about,

lack nothing expect leadership.

Senior officers, the very men

your President in his limited
wisdom decided to dismiss.

And you're the one
to put it right.
You wear a cap not a coat.

-Fuck off, Parodi.
-Uh, that's fuck off,
Captain Parodi.

And, word to the wise, Frank,

do not diss the President,
not here.

Me, I couldn't care less,
but, uh,

it's still called the
Republican Palace for a reason.

[whispered]
Party members everywhere.

Megan, I'll have a copy
of that file, please.

-Translated.
-Sure.

Thank you.

You think he's a dick, too,
right?

No, sir.

He's a dick.

[indistinct chattering]

[spluttering]

[echoed gagging]

Ahh!

[woman] Cigarette?

[man] Of course,
you love a cigarette.

Hates Americans
but loves their tobacco, eh?

[woman] Which one of you
is Muhsin al-Khafaji?

[keys jangling]

[knocking, door opens]

Could you bring us some tea,
please?

And we'll take a biscuit
if you have it.

A cookie.

[door slams]

You'll be relieved to know
we've determined you're not
the three of diamonds after all.

Then, I can leave?

One thing
does not follow the other.

These are not my clothes.

I really don't care.

[coughs]

My name's Temple. Frank Temple.

Like you, I'm not military,
never have been.

Like you, I have
a police background.

Metropolitan Police,
London, England.

I left my second career
in business to come to Iraq,

I want to help as much as I can.

May I see my daughter, please,
Mr Temple?

She is sick.

Yes, we'll talk about that.

You are an inspector
in the I.P.S?

I was.

Twice over.

You were promoted then demoted.

Then worked your way
back up the ladder.

What was the reason
for your fall?

It's in your file
but I prefer your own words.

My son, Tareq.

He was arrested as a dissident
and executed.

But you remained loyal
to Saddam?

I remained loyal to my wife
and daughters.

What happened to your wife?

Your truth.

She died. Cancer.

And sanctions.

-Where is my daughter?
-[door opens]

[door slams]

Please.

I've been reading
some of your memos and reports.

I have access to the archive.

As well as being a detective
you were an analyst,
a strategist.

Yes.

I believe that men like you,
inspector,

are Iraqi's future.

I'd like you to visit me
tomorrow.

Or we can talk a little longer,
right here.

-Visit you where?
-The Green Zone.

The Republican Palace, no less.

I will not work for you.

Keep the appointment.
That's all I ask for now.

Bring your daughter.
Bring Mrouj.

If you wish I can arrange
for her to see a doctor.

Get the dialysis she needs.

Functioning society begins
with law and order, inspector.

The entire criminal justice
system's being rewritten.

We've got experts working on it
right now.

Experts?

But what we really need
is people.

People of integrity.

You can help me
identify those people.

Men like you.

This will get the two of you
through the gates.

Checkpoint Three.

There, that's my pitch.

Join me. I pay in dollars.

[sighs]

Mrouj?

Mrouj? It's Baba.

She's sleeping.

I called hoping
you had news of Sawsan.

Mrouj told me what had happened.

And she sounded afraid.

[Mrouj stirs]

[Muhsin cries]

what happened to your moustache?

It was confiscated.

It will be send to Washington
as an example of Iraqi culture.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Thank you for coming here.

I couldn't not come.

[sighs] We should have left
years ago.

I would stay longer but I can't.

Of course, erm,
I will find you a taxi.

That is not necessary.
Omar will be waiting.

Professor, I allowed
myself to believe

that you may have been
responsible for my arrest.

I apologize.

You must do everything you can
for Mrouj.

Everything.
She's your country now.

[yelling]

[muffled] Candy!

[Kibbert screaming]
Candy!

Candy!

[Kibbert screaming]
Candy!

[muffled] Please! Candy!

[daunting music]

[talking silently]

[gunshot]

-[gunshot]
-[Zahra] Samaa! Samaa!

[woman chatting indistinctly]

I was about to say
the exact same thing.

[American woman]
Read the signs and be ready.

Be prepared.

That way the line will move
more quickly.

Have a good day, sir.

[woman] Read the signs
and be ready.

We can go back if you want to,
Baba?

No, we've come this far.

We keep going.

[theme music]