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[drums beating in distance]

[singing, whooping, clapping]

[laughing, whooping]

[woman vocalizing]

[singing in Arabic]

[crowd ululating]

[singing continues]

[in Arabic]

[whispering]

[in Arabic]

[sighs]

[chattering][fly buzzing]

[chuckles]

[car door closes,
engine starts]

[horns honking]

Morning, Diego.

[chattering]

[man] ...is actually gonna
testify live at the hearing,

versus, for example,
being submitted
by deposition testament.

In terms
of the briefing schedule,
we just annotated it for you.

Copy of the case file?

[man] We propose
to exchange exhibit lists

by the end of the month.

[clears throat]
Are you sitting in?

Are you gonna join the case?
We'd be lucky to have you.

Plaintiff's been
all over the news
this morning.

Yeah, we expected that.

I mean, he's not rattled.

The airlines
want to make it
a PR campaign,

but we'll beat 'em in court.

We'll see.

[horns honking][Latin music playing]

You're too quick.
I was hoping to buy you lunch.

Go on. Get in line.
I recommend the asada.

Nah.

So... how's Bill?

-Separated.
-Oh, sorry.

So was he.

What can I do for you?

Last week, in Paris,
a lawyer from Mauritania
approached my firm.

Mauritania?

Northwest Africa.

The lawyer represents
a family over there.

In November 2001,

their son was taken
for questioning
by Mauritanian police.

He disappeared.

For three years,
they don't know
if he's dead, in prison.

They don't know.
No one knows.

And then, a few weeks ago,

Der Spiegel writes a story
saying that he's detained
in Guantánamo Bay.

They say he's one
of the organizers of 9/11.

-Is he?
-I don't know.

I haven't spoken
with him.

Guantánamo will not even
confirm that he's there.

I don't have
a security clearance.

The firm won't
take a Gitmo case.

Since when do you care
about what the firm thinks?

And you still have
your clearance from
your NSA suit, no?

Come on. One phone call,
to see if he's there.

Prisoner--
what's his name?

Slahi. S-L-A-H-I.

First name: Mohamedou.

No, no, no. Not "Mohammed."
Mohamedou. Check the logs.

Well, he's not there
or you don't know whether
he's not there?

All right, I'll hold.

Goranson?

Airlines.

Oh, yeah. It's over there.

But wait, it's your facility,
so how do you not know
who you're holding?

"He's not not there"?

What does that mean?

I mean,
he's not Schroödinger's cat.

He's either there
or he's not there.

You wanna represent
the head recruiter for 9/11?

Alleged.

And no, I'm defending
habeas corpus,

which Bush and Rumsfeld
are dismantling gleefully
as we speak.

Nancy,
we'd all love a pop
at this administration,

but there's more
to consider.

People wanna see
these guys burn.

Including plenty
of prospective clients.

Well, the US government
is holding upwards
of 700 prisoners in Guantánamo.

And we don't know who they are.
We don't know what
they're charged with.

Since when did we start
locking people up
without a trial in this country?

I don't want you
spinning your wheels
on this.

David...

we agreed that we could pick
our own pro bono fights.

No interference.

I like the look
of this fight.

[scoffs] I'm only coming
to you as a courtesy.

[chuckling]
Okay.

What do you need?

Uh, just me for now,
and a translator
with security clearance.

The prisoner speaks Arabic,
French and German.

[man] Sounds expensive.

Hey, Teri,
you speak French, right?

Yeah. But I'm
on the Goranson case.

Airlines.

-Yeah, it's got no legs.
-[man] That's a bit harsh.

I looked at it.
You got the wrong plaintiff.

No jury's gonna get past that.

[softly] Yeah.

[David] Teri?

Yes, sure.

I mean...

who doesn't want a free trip
to Cuba, right?

[chattering]

You wanna grab a coffee?

-I could take one intravenously.
-Sure.

[man] Hey, Stu!

Oh! I'll catch up
with y'all in a few.

Sir, I didn't see
your name on the schedule.
You giving a talk?

No, just passing through.
Hey, you know Whit Cobb
over at OGC?

Sure. What gives?

Well, we're putting
something together.
Your name came up.

-You got a minute?
-Yeah.

Here we are.

Hey, look who I found.[door closes]

Hey, Whit. How's it been?

Stuart. Great to see you again
after all these years.

And you.

This is Bob.
He's, um, OGA.

Stu and I worked together--

-Sit down.
-[Stuart] Thank you.

Stu and I worked together
on that drug case back in...

-When was it?
-Uh, '96, '97.

He rolled 'em up
one after another.

Lehnert called him
his "dog on a chain."

General Lehnert could get us
to low crawl through hell
in a gasoline suit.

You been paying much attention
to what's going on
down at Gitmo?

A little, yeah.

I have orders to stand up
a 9/11 war court

for enemy combatants
held in Guantánamo

under jurisdiction
of the president.

You're familiar
with Ex Parte Quirin?

The World War II case
with eight Nazi saboteurs

that were caught
sneaking into the US
by U-boat?

Eight Nazis, eight convictions
in less than a month.

You forgot the punch line.

Six of them were given
the electric chair.

Rough justice. That's what
this administration wants.

We've taken a lot of
prisoners in Afghanistan,

working our way through
to Bin Laden and the guys
who planned this shit.

There's a backlog
needs clearing.

Bill tells me
a good friend of yours
was on one of the planes, 9/11.

Bruce Taylor.

He was first officer
on Flight 175,

the plane that hit
the South Tower.

We flew KC-130s
at Cherry Point together.

Cathy and my wife, Kim,

they worked at the same
hospital together, so...

Hmm.

Mohamedou Ould Slahi.
The Mauritanian.

Fought with Al-Qaeda
in Afghanistan in the '90s.

Key recruiter for 9/11
in Germany.

He recruited
Marwan al-Shehhi,

the son of a bitch
who flew your friend's plane
into the South Tower.

[Whit] The administration
regards this as the first
death penalty case.

We want you
to lead the prosecution.

When do we start?

[announcement bell chimes]

[woman on PA] Our flight time is three and a half hours to Cuba.

We offer no beverages, no snacks and no facilities aboard this aircraft.

Thank you.

[wind howling]

[man] Welcome to
US Naval Base Guantánamo.

This base exists outside
of US legal jurisdiction.

If you stray outside
the designated areas, you will
be removed from the island.

Apart from your client,

you're not to speak to
or communicate with
the detainees.

You're not to discuss
classified information
with your client,

even if it pertains to his case.

Illegal disclosures may result
in your arrest

and immediate removal
from the island.

If you wish to grab your client
some grub, do so now.

[Teri] Do we know what he likes?

Get the Filet-O-Fish.
It's halal.

[chattering on radio]

[air brakes hissing]

[female guard]
Honor bound.

Defending freedom.

[male guard] Open up!

Sir.

[man] Step up to the line,
IDs out.

Leave your bag here.

Glasses off.

Take a notepad
and one writing implement
in with you.

It's recommended
you wear a hijab
when visiting your client.

We've had incidents
of inmates spitting
at female lawyers.

-[female guard] Head count
on civilians departing.
-[man on radio] From Camp Echo.

Step up to the line,
IDs out.

[gate unlocks]

[chattering on radio]

[male guard] Any notes you
take here are deemed classified.

We'll collect them
after your meeting.

You can retrieve them
in a secure facility stateside.

For your own safety,
we will be monitoring
the meeting.

You listening to us?
You're recording?

No, video only.

In the event
the detainee lunges for you,
push back away from the table.

We'll get in there
as quick as we can.

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

As-salaam alaikum.

Wa-alaikum salaam.

[clears throat]

Bonjour. Enchantée.

Je suis Maître Theresa Duncan et je voudrais--

[Mohamedou]
My lawyers.

You speak English?

How did you learn?

Same as you,
one word at a time.

Sit.

I'm Nancy Hollander.
This is my associate,
Teri Duncan.

And we're from the firm
of Freedman, Boyd and Hollander

based in New Mexico.

And we wish to represent you.

We brought you
some food.

Hope it's okay.
It's all they have on base.

No.

Mr. Slahi, I understand
that it might be hard
for you to believe,

but we are not here
as interrogators.

We are not working
for the US government
in any way.

Well, I'd-- I'd like to explain
your legal situation.

In June, the Supreme Court,
the highest court in the land,

ruled that prisoners
in Guantánamo

are entitled to file
for habeas corpus petitions.

This means that the government

must produce any evidence
that they have against you,

and then the court decides
if that evidence is enough
to justify holding you.

And if it isn't,
you'll be released.

Well, if you agree
to let us represent you,

we will file
a writ of habeas
on your behalf.

This is the contract.

How can you defend me

if you don't even know
what I'm charged with?

[Teri] Have you
-been charged?
-No! No, no.

Three years, they
charged me with nothing.

-Okay.
-They kidnapped me from my home

and put me in a jail in Jordan
for five months,

then in a military base
in Afghanistan,

which was like
living in a toilet,
by the way,

and brought me here
with a bag on my head
and chains around my body.

What do they accuse you of
during your interrogations?

I'm interrogated 18 hours,
every day, three years.

That's like...
go ask Charlie Sheen
to name all his girlfriends.

[chuckles]

So you get the news here.

Now that I... cooperate...

they let me have a TV.

We don't get news,
but we have this show,
E Exclamation.

It's just E! I think
the exclamation is silent.

Have they shown you any evidence
they have against you?

No. Yes-- No.

Well, one time they showed
I had taken a call from
Bin Laden's satellite phone.

-Did you?
-Yes, I did. [chuckles]

That was my cousin.

He calls me, I don't know
what phone he is using.

I took a call.

Just the once?

He just called you once
from Bin Laden's phone?

They...

They're watching everything
I say, everything I do.

[Teri]
They only have video.

Oh, yeah?

We can't talk
about these things, not here.

Will you write it down?

Your story, how you came here,
what happened to you,

will you write
that down for us?

So my interrogators
can read it?

I tried that once already.
It didn't end well.

Well, we need your testimony.

I've been writing all my life,
and I like that.

But writing here
is way much dangerous
than talking.

If you choose
to let us represent you,

then we will have
attorney-client privilege.

And that means
that anything that you say,
anything that you write down,

will be protected
from the prosecution by law.

They can't use it
against you.

You don't wanna do that,
then don't sign.
You can stay here trouble-free.

[banging on door]

[female guard] One minute.

[sighs]

Okay.

You do one thing for me.

Call this number.

Ask to speak to my mother.

Tell her...

I don't know,
something nice.

[door opens]

[female guard]
That's it.

All right.

Thank you.

See you later, alligators.

Now you have to say...

"After a while, crocodile."

Not for a while, crocodile.

Good enough.

Gather your notes together.

You'll get them back at
the secure facility stateside.

In here.

Who decided to put him
in shackles?

Protocol. It's for
your protection, ma'am.

I wanna know whose name
I should cite

when I contact
the National Security desk
at The New York Times.

You tell your CO
I don't wanna see my client
in shackles ever again.

Are you praying?

No, memorizing
his mother's number.

We're not gonna call
that number.

No, we gotta clear it first.

We don't know
who's on the other end
of that line.

You don't think
it's his mother?

I don't know.

But no one just
gets a phone call from
Bin Laden's sat phone.

[man] This is our guy.

He got a scholarship to study
electrical engineering
in Germany in 1988.

Two years later,
he traveled to Afghanistan
and joined Al-Qaeda.

These are just two
of the bad guys
we know he associated with.

Mahfouz Ould al-Walid,

otherwise known as
Abu Hafs, Slahi's cousin
and brother-in-law.

They were close growing up.

In the mid-'90s, Abu Hafs
was designated personal poet
and spiritual adviser

to Bin Laden himself.

Between '97 and '99,

German intelligence
tracked money transfers
and phone calls

between Slahi
and his cousin
in Afghanistan.

We can show that Slahi
was financing terror.

Ramzi bin al-Shibh,
the so-called 20th hijacker.

In '99, Slahi recruited
bin al-Shibh and other members
of the Hamburg cell,

including Marwan al-Shehhi,

pilot of the plane
that hit the South Tower,

and Ziad Jarrah,
who was on United 93.

That's just two.

There's about ten other
scary names

he crossed paths with.

This dude
is the Al-Qaeda Forrest Gump.

Everywhere you look, he's there.

It's all there in the top sheet.

Now we gotta check through
the intel reports
and corroborate.

Be exacting, thorough.

We are seeking
the death penalty,

but if we miss something,
this guy goes home.

All right?

Let's get to it.

[Teri] Please apologize to her.

It's just taken a while to get the clearance.

[man speaking Arabic on phone]

Madam Slahi would like to know, have you really seen her son?

Yes, we've seen him,
in Guantánamo prison, Cuba.

[speaking Arabic continues][knocks, door opens]

[Mohamedou's mother
crying on phone]

Wrap it up.
I'll see you afterwards.

[man] Hello? Are you there?

Yes, hi. Sorry.

[man] How does he look?
Is he well? Is he eating?

He looks well.

He wanted us to tell you
that he misses you
very, very much.

[man speaking Arabic on phone]

[clears throat]

We need to go to Virginia.

I just got a notification
from the Privilege team.

Mohamedou's written to us.

Okay. Um...

I typed up the rest
of that call.

Do you know why Mohamedou
wanted us to call her?

Because she's his mother?

Because every mother believes
that her son is innocent.

He wanted us to hear that.

That doesn't matter
because it's not the case
we're building.

We need to prove that
the US government lacks evidence
sufficient to detain him.

Anything else is a distraction.

Files are in.
We need to get to Virginia.

[siren wailing]

[man]
Any material you read here
is between you and your client.

But anything
you wanna cite in court
or remove from the facility

has to be cleared by me
or another member
of the Privilege team.

You have to read it?

Oh, yeah, every word.

So try and only bring me
the juicy stuff.

Oh, but don't worry,
we are walled off
from the prosecution.

If we share anything with them,
I'm doing prison time.

Trust me,
I ain't cut out for that.

Once we've reviewed
the material,

we designate it either
classified or protected.

Protected means you don't have
to come in here to view it.

We will fax it to your office

where it can only be accessed
by those with proper clearance.

Anything from here
ends up in my Sunday papers...

Well, you guys are the lawyers.
You know how that goes.

Don't lose your keys.

It is a pain in the butt
to find a locksmith
with the proper clearance.

[keypad beeps, door unlocks]

That's a joke.
We got spares.

Uh, don't forget your codes,

and my office is down there
when you're done.

Wait,
we didn't get your name.

-Kent.
-Kent what?

Kent tell you
any more than that.
[chuckles]

[Nancy] Okay. All right.

Seals look good.

All right, take half.

-Where are the case files?
Nancy?
-[sighs]

The government withheld
the case files?

Yeah. They're not
gonna give us anything
until they absolutely have to.

I already put in
for a Freedom
of Information request,

but until that gets in,
just focus on our
client's testimony.

[breathing heavily]

[guard] Heads down, no moving!

Do you fucking have ears?

-Get the fuck down!
-[barks]

Don't even fucking breathe!

[choking]

Don't look at me!
You fucking stay!

On your knees!

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[chains clanking]

[door buzzes]

[male guard]
Seven-sixty, turn around.

Seven-sixty, that's you.
I said turn around!

Hand on head.

[man singing in Arabic]

[singing continues]

[singing ends]

[knocks]

[female guard]
Reservation!

Seven-sixty!

Seven-sixty,
give me your hands.

Give me your hands!

Hands now!

[handcuffs rattle]

All right, turn around.
Turn! Turn around!

[locking handcuffs]

[men chattering]

[wind howling]

[praying quietly]

[door opens]

[man 1]
As-salaam alaikum.

Wa-alaikum salaam.

We're here
to have a conversation.

[translating to Arabic]

We wanna understand
your whole story.

[translating]

No one's gonna hurt you.[translating continues]

That shit is not allowed.[translating]

Do you have any questions?

[translating]

[speaking Arabic]

[translator] Why Cuba?
You guys hate Cuba.

Who says we're in Cuba?

[translating]

[speaking Arabic]

I saw it at the airport.
[translating]

Why, is it a secret
we're in Cuba?

Well, not anymore.
[chuckles]

The idea is to,
you know, disorientate you.

We have a base here.

It's secure. It's warm.
Plus, I get to surf
when I'm off duty.

[translating][scoffs,
speaks Arabic]

[translator]
It works for everybody.[chuckling]

[man 2] Exactly.

[knocks, door opens]

It's 300 degrees in here.
I don't know how you guys
wanna drink tea.

[translating]

[man 2] So, are you married?

-[translating]
-[speaking Arabic]

[translator]
Divorced. Are you?

Yeah, divorced too.

Trust me, brother,
I know how that goes.

[man 1]
Let's talk about your family.

-Your dad's job. Any travel?
-[translating]

[speaking Arabic]

Constantly,
he traveled for work.

He was a camel herder.

He died...

when I was nine.

All his life
he refused to get in a car.

He felt like it would ruin
his natural ability to navigate.

Wait, wait, wait.
He never rode in a car?

Yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yeah, I'm calling bullshit.

[laughs, speaks Arabic]

You're right. I'm lying.

He got in a car once
to look for a lost calf.

After two seconds,
he freaked out and got out.

[man 2] Full on.

My father's one and only
two-seconds ride.
You pried it out of me.

[man 1 chuckles]

Can we
fast-forward a bit?[translating]

[translator] Afghanistan.

[man 2]
How'd you come to train
with Al-Qaeda?

[translating]

[wind howling]

[men singing]

[organ playing]

[Stuart] Cathy.

Hey!

Hey.

[clears throat]
How are you?

Good.

Everything all right?
Kim and the boys?

Uh...

I just didn't want
anyone else to tell you,

but I'm prosecuting
a Gitmo case.

One of the recruiters
from 9/11.

He put those men
on my husband's plane?

Sorry. I didn't mean
to ambush you.

I didn't want
somebody else telling you.

Cathy, I'm gonna make him pay.

Thank you.

You know, Bruce never liked
coming to church much.

He always said
he felt closer to God
in the cockpit.

Well, if God
was on Flight 175,

he is sure as shit
with you right now.

Yeah.

Thank you.

[dogs barking]

[chattering on radio]

Allahu Akbar.

[birds squawking]

Allahu Akbar.

[speaking Arabic]

[male guard] Turn around.
Give me your hands. Move.

[in Arabic]

[male guard]
Two-four-two, Camp Echo.

Copy that.

[man in Arabic]

[man in French]

[man in French]

Marseille!

[in French]

[man chuckles]

[man 1] "Yes, I am gonna
win this. And I don't take
no for an answer."

-[man 2] And you shouldn't!
-And I won!

-I won.
You should've seen his face.
-Oh, my gosh.

[man 2] I know what you mean.
You're always winning.

[woman] That's hilarious.

[ringing][chuckling]

[man 2] We like it that way,
don't we?

Sorry. So, yeah--

[Nancy] Now I know
you're ignoring me.

[coughs] Nancy.

Um, do you know Jeff
and Valerie?

[Nancy] Hi.[man 1] General counsel
for Spirit Dynamics.

Oh, yes.
Airplanes and missiles.

We need to talk about
that Guantánamo case of ours.

Shall I just pull up a seat?

If you'll excuse us
for a minute.

Please. No. Come on.

All right,
I need a favor.

Most people, they say,
"Please, may I?"
None of this kamikaze bullshit.

But you owe me,
all right?

I took over
the Slahi case.

I got his family
off your back,

which, let's be honest,
that's all you were hoping for.

[sighs]
What do you need?

I need to corroborate
Slahi's testimony.

All right? There was
a French national that was
detained alongside of him.

Guantánamo's pretending
he doesn't exist.

I don't know his name,
but I have his prison ID,
which is 241.

What can I do
with only a number?

He's from Marseille.

Go call DGSE,
see if they can track him down.

Hey, it's one phone call,
buddy.

Did you see
Slahi found himself a lawyer?

Who?

Nancy Hollander.

Some humanitarian crusader
down in Albuquerque.

She's been fighting
the government since Vietnam.

That's a losing battle.

[Stuart] Hmm.

-Sir?
-[Stuart] Mm-hmm.

I'm kinda confused.

See, there's
so many contradictions
in these reports.

Yeah, well,
that's how it is
with raw intel.

You gotta order them by date,
put all the pieces together.

See, that's just it.

JTF interrogators,
they left all the dates off.

-I could put a call in.
-Good luck with that.

CIA won't help.

They're still treating
Slahi's intel as active.

Neil Buckland?

[man] Who's that?

A classmate of mine
at Quantico.

It's his name on the report.

-Say, Neil.
-Yeah.

How's the rental market here?

I'm thinking of moving Kim,
the boys, here for the summer

if this case
keeps dragging out.

Case? You talking
about your Gitmo thing?
How's that going?

Tell you the truth,
I'm lost in the sauce a bit.

I mean, whole thing
would move a lot faster
if I could get an understanding

of how some of these IRs
came together.

[chuckles] No way, Jose.
Seventh floor's got all that
Gitmo intel locked up tight.

Well, your name's all over
some of my case files.

You working down there
when Slahi came in?

Slahi?
That's your guy?

Oh, my God,
you must be feeling it.

I hear POTUS tracks him
in his daily.

You know anything about him
recruiting bin al-Shibh?

[sighs] I don't know.
Gitmo was churning out MFRs.

The whole desk pitched in on it,
put the reports together.

MFRs? What's that?

Memorandum for the Record.

You're working off of summaries.

MFRs are the originals
and carry all the details.

You know, who was there,
techniques used,
detainee transcripts.

Can you get me
access to those?

Sure, if I don't mind
violating the Espionage Act.

I mean, come on.
What do you need 'em for?
You know what they did.

The whole world
saw it go down on TV.

[chuckles]

[beeping]

-[man] Hey, just in.
-Thank you.

[man 1] Tell me about your relationship with Osama.

[translator speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

You realize
I've never met Bin Laden,
don't you?

[man 1] But your cousin
called you from Bin Laden's
satellite phone.

[translating]

[man 1] And just after
that phone call,

your cousin wired you $5,000
from an Al-Qaeda training camp.

[translating]

[speaking Arabic]

[translator]
My cousin's father
in Mauritania was sick.

And he needed the money
for the hospital.

So his son sent me the money,
and I paid the hospital.

You got proof?

[translating][speaking Arabic]

No proof.
You brought me here naked.

[laughing]

[speaking Arabic]
I don't know this man.

Well, he knows you.

We captured him in Pakistan.

I interrogated him myself.

He was very, very cooperative.

[sighs]

[speaking Arabic][translator]
Yeah.

[speaking Arabic]

-Yeah, I think we met one time.
-Nah, well, wrong again, bro.

Ramzi bin al-Shibh says
he knows you very well.

[translator]
His name is Ramzi?

[man 2] Come on, man.

He was one of the key actors
in 9/11, the 20th hijacker.

He says he stayed with you
in Germany,

that you recruited him
and Marwan al-Shehhi,
Ziad Jarrah.

[translating]

[speaking Arabic]

[translator] He's lying.

Listen,
we've got sworn testimonies

saying that you
are the head recruiter for 9/11.

Now, if you can't sell me
on your version of events,

I'm gonna have to go
with bin al-Shibh's.

[translating]

[speaking Arabic]

[translator]
He stayed with me
only one night.

[speaking Arabic continues]

He was a friend
of a friend of a friend
from the mosque.

My house was like that.
Anyone could come stay.

-That's it.
-That's it?

That's it.
Another question?

You're gonna have to do
better than that, Mohamedou.

[speaking Arabic]

[bird squawking]

[clicking tongue]

[male guard] Turn around.
Give me your hands.

[in French]

[laughs]

[in Arabic]

[sheep bleats]

[in Arabic]

[Mohamedou in Arabic]

[door opens]

[door closes]

That's a lot
of case files.

Well, the government's had
a four-year head start on us.

All right.

[whispering] What the fuck?

Hey.

You guys didn't
come see me today.

What's the latest
from your pen pal?

What, did the printer
at the Pentagon
have a hissy fit?

What the fuck is this, Kent?
It's all redacted.

Hey, I'm responsible
for what goes out.

You got a problem
with what comes in,

you take it up
with the government.
Goddamn it.

[sighs]

[knocks]
-Stu.
-Sir.

I'm gonna grab some lunch
with Whit Cobb tomorrow.

He's gonna ask us
to set a trial date.

We're not there yet, sir.
We're still trying
to corroborate.

You've got boxes
of corroboration.

The FBI didn't have
this much evidence
on Gotti.

Technically,
this ain't evidence, sir.
It's just hearsay.

Summaries.
Slahi said this,
that and the other.

But we have no idea
when he said it
or who he said it to,

the res gestae of it all.

If we don't give the OGC a date,
pretty soon they're gonna
give us one.

[sighs]

[Stuart] Well, looks like
we're gonna have to find
another way

to cut the head off
this snake.

[announcer on TV, indistinct]

No! What the hell are you doing,
running the ball on third
and long?

Come on, man![man] You're kidding me!

[woman] Neil,
I think something's burning.

I can smell it
all the way from the office.

-It's awful!
-Aw, man.

[sizzling]
Shit.

Need a hand?

Go, go.
You're missing the game.

[man] Come on, come on!

Please tell me you didn't
drive all the way down here

for anything other
than football
and fellowship.

The White House
is breathing down my neck
to charge Slahi,

and I'm still
fumbling around
for a light switch.

Well, okay.
How about I tell you what?

I can swing you
an agency liaison
for your task force.

They won't have
the horsepower.

What are you asking for?

You've been on
the inside
of these things.

How do I
get myself the MFRs,
the original notes?

You don't, Stu.
Don't lean on me, man.

Look, you know that
the raw stuff's only
for the intel community,

not evidence for trial.

But that's where
this is heading.

If I turn up
with 20,000 summaries,

unless I have one
put-it-in-the-bag piece
of evidence,

Slahi's gonna walk.

And I can't have that.

You know who
-General Mandel is?
-No.

He oversees
the JTF interrogations.

He's the only person
who can sign off
on the MFRs.

So, I gotta go down to Gitmo?

Yeah. Well, the general's
not coming to you, sport.

[door opens]

Are you serious?
How do you know this?

"Lots of sugar.
Six tablespoons."
Your mom was very specific.

You guys speak with her?

What did she say?
She is good?

Yeah, she's good.

Uh, she wanted me to tell you
that your brother, Yahdih--

-Yahdih.
-Yahdih.

[chuckles]
He moved back home.

And your niece has a daughter
and another little one
on the way,

and if it's a boy,
they're gonna name him
after you.

Two children already.
[speaks Arabic]

Your letters have
been coming through.

They were good?
You checked the seals?

[Nancy] Nothing's
been tampered with.

You sure? 100%?[Nancy] Yes.

And you need to keep writing,
'cause your letters
are invaluable,

especially now.

The government won't show us
the evidence they have
against you.

Because they have none.

You'll see,
I'll keep writing.

[slurping]

And, uh, they are...

They are good?
My letters?

I mean,
you understand
everything?

No, they're great.

You should've
been a writer.

[chuckles]

Next life, God willing.

No, I mean it.

Even the Privilege team
enjoys reading them.

What? What?

-What's "Privilege team"?
-It's okay.

They're separate
-from the prosecution.
-No, no, no, no, no.

Who is reading?
You say to me attorney-client.

I am client, you are attorney.

What the fuck is Privilege team?

It's an independent body.

They evaluate your letters
and determine what needs
to remain classified.

But they're walled off
from the government
and the prosecution.

If my guards read the letters,
I am here.

It's me they will fuck,
not you.

We can't go forward
without the Privilege team.

Now, that's all
there is to it.

You gotta trust me, all right?
We haven't even gotten in
the ring yet.

Okay.

Good.

Now I need you
to sue the government.

What?

We have to file a motion
to compel to get them

to release the evidence
that they have against you.

We can't fight
what we don't know.

I mean what I say.

There's no evidence.
I trust you, you trust me.

I am innocent.
I am innocent, okay?

What do you need to see
to believe this?

It doesn't matter what
we believe. What matters
is what we can prove.

You're like my interrogators,
just like them.

We know
that you're innocent.

We do.
But we have to prove that,

and we can't do that unless
we see the allegations
against you.

That's all we're asking for.

Who do you want to sue?

You say, "Government."
What does it mean?

There'll be three names
on the lawsuit.

The United States of America,
Donald Rumsfeld
and George W. Bush.

[laughing] Sure. Sure.

Why not?

You know, all he wanted
was to hear that
we believed he was innocent.

Why wouldn't you
just say it?

Think I miscalculated
on the tea.

I'm not gonna last
three and a half hours.

-You want anything?
-No.

[woman on TV] ...this afternoon, which will make the case here

that the Republicans are the stronger party of the two

when it comes to issues of national security.

Iraq, the number one issue when it comes to voters,

so President Bush, of course, will be addressing this

and essentially using it to make the case that it was the right thing to do

to remove Saddam Hussein.

[Stuart] Nancy Hollander?

I'm Stuart Couch,

lead counsel
for the government
on your client's case.

All right.

I just got here.

Seeing the camp tomorrow.

Uh, can I get you a drink?

Okay.

I wouldn't wanna post out here,
but the R&R doesn't look so bad.

I know.

One day, this'll all be
a tourist attraction.

[chuckles]

I'm not kidding.

And the cruise ships
from the Keys
will come and dock,

and crowds
will wander around the cells
with their daiquiris,

trying to wrap
their heads around
what the hell happened here.

What do you think
is happening here?

I don't know yet.

But they built this place
out of the reach
of the courts for a reason.

The world's second
largest minefield
to the north

and shark-infested waters
to the south.

There's two reasons.

And what's the reason
that you're sitting on
the case files?

I'm not. We submitted
for discovery months ago.

I received 20,000 pages
of redacted materials, so--

-You should file
a motion to compel.
-I'm going to.

I won't stand in your way.[chuckles] You won't
stand in my way.

You cranks all think that we're
trying to set up some kind of
lawless garrison state.

We're drinking beers
in a prison gift shop.

What the hell else
would you call it?

Military's founded
on law and order.

They won't let you
out of boot camp

unless you can square
a four-inch fold
on a bedsheet.

The law says you get
open-file discovery, and
I want you to have discovery.

That way when I beat ya,

your client
will have nothing
to hide behind.

You sound very sure
of that outcome.

You haven't seen
what I've seen.

Let me ask you,
I understand everyone
has a right to a defense...

but doesn't it
bother you at all,
working for someone like this?

I'm not just defending him,
I'm defending the rule of law.

How very Ignatian of you.

[scoffs]

I didn't know
they studied the Jesuits
in the Marine law school.

Mmm. We like to fully
consider a problem
before we blow it up.

[chuckles]

My turn. Let me ask you.
What if you're wrong?

We're not.

What if you are?

You built this place...

and you abandoned
all of your principles,

all of your laws,
and you're wrong?

We need to change
the conversation.

[Teri] What?

Make this case about Mohamedou,
we're gonna lose.

We need a new strategy.

[male guard] Sir.

[man] Colonel,
welcome to Camp India.

Your man, Slahi,
was on this block
for a while.

What do they like to read?

[man]
All types of stuff.

If it's on there,
it's a detainee request.

Bet they love
this religious fiction.

They go nuts for
that stuff, sir. Look.

We like to mess with them,
tear out the last chapter.

Not me, sir,
some of the other guys.

Got an empty bed on this block,
if you want to take a peek.

[Stuart] Sure.

[door buzzes]

[Stuart] Whoo! Freezing.
What temp you keep it at?

[man] AC only go down
to about 52.

[heavy metal music plays,
faint]

There are two types of music
I can't abide.

One is heavy metal,
and the other is country.

In a pinch,
I'll suck it up for country.

Colonel coming through.

[Stuart] General, I noticed
you keep the temp low,

and there are restraints
in the walls and the floor.

What is that,
sleep deprivation?

It's one of the tools
in the box.

Colonel Seidel told me
you were a naval aviator?

You went through New Brunswick?
The SERE school they run
up there.

I did.

I take it
you didn't enjoy it.

What's not to enjoy?

Three nights in the hole
with a bucket to piss in,

and they pump in chainsaws
and crying babies

through the speakers
24 hours a day.

End of training,
things get pretty loopy.

You confess
to shooting Kennedy?

No, sir, I did not.

A couple of sleepless nights,
that's all.

We pull from the same playbook.

You and every other green Marine
made it out all right.

They will too.

[Stuart] Sir,
the defense is gonna play

every card that they can.

If they've got grounds
to claim duress, it's better
I know about it now.

Did the colonel tell you
why I wanted to see you?

He did. I told him
to save you the trip.

He said
you wouldn't take no
for an answer,

but I'm afraid
that's the answer I have.

I'm enormously proud
of what goes on inside JTF,

but my hands are tied.

I am not at liberty
to share MFRs.

[Stuart] Sir, if it is
a clearance issue,
-I am TS/
-SCI.

It's an agency issue.

But I was told
specifically by the agency
that you're the man to see.

That sounds like something
a spook would say, doesn't it?

So, how was your trip?

Not what I expected.

[male guard]
Seven-sixty! Reservation.

Seven-sixty, reservation.
Hurry the fuck up.

[Mohamedou]
"Seven-sixty, reservation.
Hurry the fuck up."

Knock it off.
You're not a parrot.

Not a motherfucker parrot.

Come on, man.
Get it together.
Let's go. Stand up.

-Turn around.
-[handcuffs rattles]

Turn around.

[Mohamedou] First,
you tell me your name.

You know me one year,
I don't know your name.

I'm not allowed to do that.
Turn around.

[whispering]
"Turn around."

You're a good soldier,
like G.I. Joe.

[chuckles]

Don't lie. Shut up. Shut up.

[muttering]

Shut up.

[male guard]
Give me your hands. Move.

[Marseille in French]

What you doing, motherfucker?

[in French]

[man on TV, indistinct]

[in Arabic]

[in Arabic]

[man speaking German on TV]

[in Arabic]

So you just decided
to become a fucking terrorist?

[speaking Arabic]
No, no terrorist.

I speak English,
maybe...

I go Afghanistan,
help Muslim
against the communists.

Americans fighting with us.

Same side.

[man] Who recruited you
to Al-Qaeda?

Same side. No one, me.
You no listen. Same side.

I trained with Al-Qaeda
for a few months
in 1990 and '92.

-[man] Bullshit.
-[Mohamedou] Then I left.
That's it.

So why did you delete
all the contacts
in your cell phone then?

When you were arrested,
your phone was wiped.

How many time I say?

Me no want
trouble for friend...

Oh, you are so sharp....because of phone call.

Oh, yeah. You got
an answer for everything.

That must be why they gave you
that little scholarship, huh?

[wind howling, wire clanking]

[Mohamedou in French]

[Marseille in French]

[Marseille]
Oui.

[male guard] Let's go.

[dog barks]
Move.

[Mohamedou] Hey!

[male guard]
Stop dragging. Come on.

[Marseille]
See you later, alligator.

-Can I get you a water?
-I'm fine. Thanks.

[chattering][phone ringing]

Hey, Nancy.

Miss Hollander.

-Nancy.
-Frank.

Go ahead, have a seat.

[Frank]
Before we begin,

I should warn you, it's
not gonna be a puff piece.

Where shall we start?

Well, people
have called you
a terrorist lawyer.

How do you respond
to that?

Well, when I defended
someone charged with rape,
nobody called me a rapist.

When I defended someone
charged with murder,

nobody dug around my backyard.

But when someone's accused
of terrorism,

people like you seem to think
that that's different.

It's not.

When I stand by my client
and I insist that he gets
a fair hearing,

I'm not just defending him,
I'm defending you and me.

The Constitution
doesn't have an asterisk
at the end that says,

"Terms and conditions apply."

See the Journal today, sir?

Yeah.

Can't believe
she sat down for this.

It's a demolition job.

No, what it is,
is a paradigm shift.

Yesterday we were prosecuting
a 9/11 terror suspect,

and now we're debating
the merits of habeas.

Where's Arjun?

[Arjun] That is unacceptable.
No, I don't wanna talk to you.

[man] I've told you five times.
Your pass has been revoked.

-[Arjun] Call her again.
-Hey. What's going on?

Sir, he's not cleared
to enter the building.

They pulled my pass.

-Just give us a moment.
-Sir, I have to insist that--

Just a minute.

-Who's "they"?
-I don't know.

Someone revoked my clearance,
and I have orders to return
to Lejeune.

-What'd you do?
-Nothing.

I sent out
the information requests
you asked for.

-Uh-huh. Who to?
-FBI, Langley, Interpol,
anybody who touched the MFRs.

Sir. I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

-You can't be here.
-Yeah, I'm going.
I'm going.

[sighs]

[man on phone] So, I talked to everyone, DGSE, DRM, Diplomatie.

Nobody knows about your guy from Marseille.

Well, maybe he's
not a French national.

What about Moroccan,
Algerian, Tunisian?

No, I thought about that.

SIS says all their nationals in Guantánamo are accounted for.

There is no record of 241.

Where did he go?

Nancy, maybe he doesn't go anywhere.

Maybe he doesn't exist?

Maybe.

[dog barking]

Can I ask you something?

My friend,
his number is 241.

I don't see him
for a long time.
You know where he is?

I can't talk to you
about other detainees, Mo.

What happened to him?

Steve, please. He has
a wife and children.

241 was found dead
in his cell last month.

What?

Dead from what?

Self-asphyxiation.

Sorry, bro.
I know you were close.

[in Arabic]

[Mohamedou, prisoner]

[prisoners]

[crowd chanting]
USA! Remember 9/11!

Remember 9/11! USA! USA!

Remember 9/11.

Lawyer scum.

Remember 9/11.[groans]

[crowd] USA!
Remember 9/11!

You okay?

I'll be fine.

Sure?

Yeah.

[man] The government does not object to the defense's right to disclosure.

But clearing classified
evidence is an extremely
time-consuming process.

We simply need more time,
Your Honor.

Thank you,
Mr. Patton.

Miss Hollander?

If the government has uniquely
complicated issues clearing
classified evidence,

those are issues of its
own making, Your Honor.

Mr. Slahi has been
spirited across borders,

he has been interrogated,

he has been held against
his will for six years

without a single charge
being laid against him.

Now, the Supreme Court
said it will not tolerate
further delay

when it ordered these habeas
cases to proceed.

The government's had
plenty of time, Your Honor.

I'm inclined to agree
with Miss Hollander.

The government has
ten days to file,

or it will find itself
back in my courtroom.

[lights buzzing]

[Kent] Well, you asked for it.

Happy reading.

Fuck.

He fucking confessed.

To what?

To... everything.

To financing 9/11,
to recruiting the hijackers.

He fucking wrote
a spreadsheet on the inner
workings of Al-Qaeda.

Why didn't he tell us
that he confessed?

It's not the first time
in history that a client's
lied to his lawyers.

Look at this.
Look at all of this.
Look at this one.

He admits to acquiring
explosives to blow up LAX.

The millennium plot?

What's your point?

He's guilty!
He's fucking guilty!

Maybe he is.

And he still has
a right to counsel.

I'm not saying
that he doesn't.

I'm saying that he helped
to kill 3,000 civilians,

and we're doing everything
we can to get him out.

Yeah, we're
doing our job.

I did bake sales
for his legal fund.
That's not a part of my job.

My dad told me
I'm not welcome home
for Thanksgiving this year.

That's not a part
of my job.

Get out.

What?

You want turkey
and pumpkin pie

with Mom and Dad
and Uncle Joe?

Go on, get out.
Go home.

You can't win a case
if you don't believe
your own shit.

I'm not trying
to leave, I'm just--Stop fucking wasting my time.

Get out.

[man]
It's our goodbye party.

Who's going home,
me or you?

Military intelligence thinks
we're wasting our time,

so they're gonna take over,

see if they can't
get you to cooperate.

I cooperate.
I tell you everything.

Not according to
Ramzi bin al-Shibh.

Last chance,
Mohamedou.

A hundred times
I tell you.

He stayed in my house
one night.

I don't know him,
never knew him.

Next time I hear about him,
he's telling you guys
crazy lies about me.

Yeah, well,
you're tired of saying it,
we're tired of hearing it.

Military wants
a crack at you.

You should know...

once MI takes over,
your sessions won't
be as friendly.

What, no tea?
No cake?

[knocks]

Good luck, Mo.

All I can tell ya...

be truthful.

[door opens]

[male guard]
Give me your left arm.

Hey!

What are you doing?

No. No. No. No!

Where are you taking me?

[door closes]

Where's Teri?

[Nancy] Moved on.

What?

Teri was fun.

Now I'm stuck
with only you.

She doesn't want
to be a lawyer no more?

She moved on
from your case.

[electricity crackles]

So, we won the motion
to compel,

and the government's
released all the evidence
that they have against you.

Good.

That's what
we wanted, right?

All the evidence,
including your confessions.

Why didn't you tell us?

They're nothing.
Like fantasy...

None of that happened.

You signed them.

They made me.

They "made" you,
as in they coerced you?

What do you think?

[Nancy] I don't know.
-You tell me. They coerced you?
-Shh.

You gotta tell me
what happened, Mohamedou.

You're asking me
to set fire to this place,
but I'm still sitting in it.

[Nancy] Well, then,
write it down. All right?

That's what the pages are for.
Write it down.

You need to tell me
the truth.

You need to tell me
what happened to you,
or I can't defend you.

-Do you understand that?
-I don't need
to tell you nothing!

Whatever I say,
it doesn't matter.

This fucking island.
I'm dying here!

Outside, my family, my brother,
their lives go on.

Teri's life goes on.

But me, here,
I'm like a statue.

And you will leave too,
and your life will go on.

My life?

What the hell do you
know about my life?

This is it.
This is my life.

I spend my time
in places like this
helping people like you.

That's what I do.

So don't question
my commitment to your case.

The case.

The case, the case.

You're not committed to me.

A person!

You think I'm guilty.

Say it.

I mean,
you believe I did
all these things, so...

[chuckling]
why the fuck are you here?

Explain to me, really.

You gave up your life
to sit with such
an evil guy like me?

Explain to me.

Everybody has
the right to counsel.

You need to tell me
the truth.

You need to write it down.

If you can do that,
then I'll be back.

And if not...

I'll find you another lawyer.

I'm ready.

[door opens][electricity crackles]

["Christmas Island" plays]

Merry Christmas, Theo.

Merry Christmas, Nancy.

[song continues]

[chattering]

[woman] Hi, Stu.

Hey, Hannah.
I didn't know
you guys were coming.

Nearly didn't.
The I-83 was closed
all the way north of Baltimore.

I'm so glad you made it
in one piece.

Well, Neil was driving
like he was back
at flight school,

the way he was hitting
those country roads.[laughs]

Where is Neil?[Hannah] He's around
here somewhere.

I'll go and find him.
You look great, by the way.

[laughs]

[Hannah] He doesn't
even say that to me.

Oh, I do.[laughs]

How's it going, Stu?

Glad I ran into you.

Been a fruitless endeavor
trying to get through
to your office.

Well, what can I say?
It's been busy.

Well,
I went down to Gitmo...

just like you said,
and I didn't like what I saw.

The general's
just about the same
closed door as you.

Come on, man.
It's a party.
Enjoy yourself.

Why are you
jerking me around?

Look, I know it was
your people who took Arjun
off the task force.

You know, I've never been
part of a conspiracy,

but I'm starting to think
that this is what
it must feel like

to be on the outside of one.

I'm sorry, what exactly
are you accusing me of?

Hell, I don't even know
because no one
is telling me anything.

Without those MFRs,
my case is a bust.

You're overthinking this,
sport.

Either wear the jersey
or get off the field.

My charge is
to get Slahi the needle.

No one else
is gonna walk in there,
not you, not POTUS.

That's on me.

And if I'm wrong,
when it comes
to my reckoning,

I'm the one that'll
have to answer for it.

And who's gonna answer
for Bruce?

You're gonna bring
-his name into this?
-No.

You don't know what we know.

United flight 175,
based on evidence
gathered from the wreckage,

the first thing
those terrorists did
was slash up a flight attendant

to elicit the copilot, Bruce,
to open the cockpit door

and come to her rescue.

And then they slit his
throat with a box cutter

and let him bleed to death
on the flight deck

as the plane hit the tower.

Now, someone
has to answer for that.

Someone...

not just anyone.

Happy fucking holiday.

You killed them, Mohamedou.

What does it feel like

to have the blood
of 3,000 innocent lives
all over your hands?

[man on TV]
Welcome back to E! News.

You know, the buzz
surrounding the new90210

isn't just about the cobbler at the Peach Pit.

[woman on TV] Very true. There has been a skinny scandal brewing for a while,

and now one of the show's stars is speaking out about her body...

[sighs]

This is not my cell.
Hey! This is not my cell!

[male guard]
Well, it is now.

It's too cold! Hey!

Where's my Quran?

Where are my things?

Hey, listen to me!

[softly] Hey.

Please.

It's cold.

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

[clears throat]

The week that Slahi
was handed over
to military intelligence,

we received sign-off from
Donald Rumsfeld authorizing
the use of special measures.

And you just
went along with it?

Yes, I did.

We were trying to prevent
a second 9/11.

That's Bob. He works here.
He can take you
to read the MFRs.

Thank you.

[beeps]

I'll be right out here, sir.

[door locks]

[breathing heavily]

[heavy metal playing
on speakers]

We're gonna break you,
scumbag.

[grunts]

What are you doing
down there, buddy?
Get up!

[Mohamedou] It hurts.[female guard] Get the fuck up!

[whimpers, chokes]

[female guard]
I know you want me.

[muttering]

[female guard]
Are you praying?

I want you to fuck me.
Do you hear me?

Fucking look at me!

I know you want me.

I know you want me.
You're gonna fuck me.

[moaning]

I know you want me.

[heavy metal playing
on speakers]

Oh, yeah!

Two thousand eighty-one.

Two thousand eighty-two.

Mohamedou.[Mohamedou] Two thousand eighty-three.

[in Arabic]

[female guard]
Get up![groans]

[Mohamedou] Two thousand eighty-five...

[heavy metal continues]

[man] Since you refused
to cooperate,

the US government is authorized
to arrest your mother...

and bring her
to this facility.

I mean, you can save her.

But you need to decide.

Do you wanna be a defendant
or a witness?

I can't be a witness.

I can't be a witness.

[door buzzes]

[buzzing continues]

Were you expecting someone?

I don't know.

Maybe it's your friend.

Go answer it.

[quietly]
Yeah. Go on.

[Ramzi] Mohamedou?

[in Arabic]

That's it?
That's what happened?

[Ramzi in Arabic]

Uh, there--
There has been confusion.

[in Arabic]

That's not true. That's not--
That's not true.

What?

Hey, Mohamedou.
Have some cake.

I'm not hungry.

[man] Eat when I tell you to.

One. Eat when I tell you to.
Two. Eat when I tell you to.

Three.
Eat when I tell you to.

You eat when I say you eat!
You shit when I say you shit!

You understand me?

Do not fucking
sit down on me, asshole!

[panting]

[Mohamedou in Arabic]

[Arabic continues]

Four thousand one hundred holes.
Four thousand one hundred holes.

[female guard]
Don't you wanna go home?

You know, if you talk,
I can help you
get outta here.

How many days...

I have been... special project?

[female guard]
No, not days.

You've been here months.

We need this to stop.

You need to tell us
what you know.

Please.

Wait, what are
you doing?

You're gone, motherfucker!

What are you doing?
This is my session!
What the fuck are you doing?

[man] Get him outta here!

[female guard]
Stop it!

[coughs, gasps]

[breathing heavily]

Your mother has been
detained, Mohamedou.

You see this letter?

This is from
the Department of Defense.

Her transfer to Guantánamo
has been approved.

I gotta tell you...

I have concerns about her safety
in this all-male environment.

[whimpers]
This is your last chance.

[in Arabic]

[door opens]

Sir...

You tell...
Captain Collins...

I would like to confess.

[cheering on TV]

[Kent]
Hey. You okay?

How soon can you
clear these pages?

Is that Mo?

What's the news from Cuba?

Look, these pages,

they put my client
in a really
vulnerable position.

So they need to be handled
with sensitivity.

I much prefer these
civilized conversations.

I'm very happy with your
cooperation, Mohamedou.

But I think you've
only provided 85%
of what you know.

I'm sure you'll provide us
with the rest.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Now...

I can sleep?

Yeah, you can sleep now.

[banging on door]

[door locks]

[priest] The grace
of the Lord Jesus Christ,
the love of God,

and the fellowship
of the Holy Spirit
be with you all.

[all] And also with you.

[priest] Will you persevere
in resisting evil

and whenever you fall into sin,
repent and return to the Lord?

-[all] I will with God's help.
-I will with God's help.

[priest] Will you do
everything in your power
to seek justice on Earth

and treat every human being
with inherent human dignity?

[all] I will with God's help.

[Stuart] Sir.

Is this an
inside-in-the-warm issue

or a standing-out-in-the-cold
issue?

We can't prosecute Slahi.
We don't have the evidence.

You have multiple
signed confessions.
What more could you need?

It was given under duress.

Fruit from the poisonous tree.

He spent 70 days
in special projects, tortured.

Not a single word
he said is admissible.

No, that's what
they're trained to say.

AQ laid it all out
in the Manchester Protocols.

The second you're detained,
claim torture.

This didn't come from AQ, sir.
This is coming from our side.

Now, I read the MFRs.

This guy, Captain Collins,
some Navy reservist,
he ran the program.

Sleep deprivation,
waterboarding, stress positions,
flat-out assault.

He specifically threatened
to have Slahi's mother
shipped to Gitmo

to have her raped
by other detainees.

And it is all documented.

It's systemic, OSD-approved.
Donald Rumsfeld
signed the top sheet.

What's been done here
is reprehensible!

I don't wanna hear
another word about
detainee treatment.

Your job
is to bring charges.

Let a judge decide
what's admissible.

Sir, I refuse
to prosecute this case.

As a Christian, as a lawyer--

What makes you think
you're any better
than the rest of us?

I don't think I'm better
than anybody else!
That is the point!

Now, we all took an oath
to support and defend
the Constitution.

At the very least,
we are miles away from that.

You're a traitor.

What?

[engine starts]

[door closes]

So, I...

I reviewed your correspondence,

and I think there
are strong grounds

for making
the government's evidence
against you inadmissible.

And you're still my lawyer?

Very much so.

I'd like you to consider
releasing your letters.

To a newspaper?

Maybe a book.

People need to read
your story for themselves.

And it'll put pressure
on the government
to give us a court date.

I'm ready for that.

[prayer chant playing]

Would you like me
to step outside?

No, keep going.

You don't wanna pray?

Are you religious now?
[chuckles]

Why do you care?

I don't.

I care about you.

What do you want me
to sign, Nancy?
Who am I suing today? God?

No one today.

Then why are you here?

No reason in particular.

I just didn't want you
to be alone.

Sir.[woman 1] Sir.

[woman 2] Traitor.

[woman 3] Sir.

[pop playing on speakers]

Thanks for schlepping
all the way out here.

No problem.

I'm not really that much
of a welcome presence

anywhere inside
of the Beltway, so...

Can I get one of them?

I wanted to thank you.
You did the right thing.

Yeah, well, my Christmas list
just got a little shorter.

That's for sure.

Can't be any shorter
than mine.

Well, God pays for what
he orders. One way or another,
he'll make it work.

[waiter]
Here you go, sir.

You really believe that?

I do.

You know, I think
I figured out why they built
the camp down there.

And we were both wrong.

It's not the detainees
they were trying
to keep out of the courts.

It's the jailers.

My client,
he's not a suspect.
He's a witness.

Did you ever open up
factual return box 32?

It's just
labeled "Translations,"
but look inside.

I think you might like
what you see.

Box 32. Okay.

When's the court date?

Couple of weeks.

Judge Robertson.
He's a tough judge.

Sure is.

Convince him,
you've convinced me.

I mean,
don't get me wrong.

If there's any untainted
evidence that Slahi's guilty,

I'll stick the needle
in his arm myself.

I'd expect nothing less.

[chattering]

[knocks]

Come in.

[door closes]

He passed the polygraph,
twice.

Hard to beat the lie
detector even once.

Won't stand up in court,
but, yeah, it's nice to know.

Box 32. We missed it.

Who's that?

That's Marseille.

His real name is Ahmed Jabar.
The IRC helped me
find his wife, Samia.

Widow.

Wait. Where are you going?

Come on in. Close the door.

We got a lot of work to do.

[beeping]

[man] Nancy Hollander and
Theresa Duncan with the ACLU
represent the petitioner.

Joseph Folio and Robert Patton
represent the respondent.

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning to Guantánamo.

We've had some
preliminary discussion

of the procedures
we'll follow today.

Does the petitioner
have any questions?

What? He's asking me?

I am the petitioner?[male guard]
Yeah, it's you.

[Mohamedou] Yes.

What's he saying?
I can't hear him.

Can you open that line
a little wider?

Why can't they hear me?
It all works here.

Can you hear me?

Yep, we're getting
that now. Yeah.

You can hear me now?

[Nancy] We can all
hear you, Mohamedou.

Are you certain, Nancy?

Yes. Don't worry.
Everyone can hear you.

Is the detainee gonna testify?
He understands
he doesn't have to, yes?

[Nancy] Yes, Your Honor.
He wishes to testify.

Uh, he knows that he is
fighting for his life,
and he has nothing to hide.

[man] Mr. Slahi,

would you please raise
your right hand

and repeat after me?

"I..."I...

[man] State your name.

State your name.

[man]
Say your name.

Mohamedou Ould Slahi.

"I solemnly swear
to tell the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth."

I solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

[judge] Go ahead, detainee.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[clears throat]

Where I'm from,
we know not to trust the police.

We know the law is corrupt,
and we know the government
using fear to control us.

And when I moved to Germany
as a teenager,

for the first time I experienced
living where people
do not fear the police...

where they believe
the law protects them.

For me and for so many
people in the world,
America is like this.

Even in Mauritania,
we have watched Law and Order
and Ally McBeal.

And when I first arrive
at Guantánamo...

I'm happy because I trusted
in American justice.

Never...

Never did I believe I would be eight years a prisoner without trial,

and that the United States of America

would use fear and terror
to control me.

All my time here,
I have been told,
"You are guilty.

You are guilty."

Not for something
that I have done
or that has been proved...

but because of suspicions
and associations.

If you have a problem with
the United States of America,

you will have
that problem forever.

My captors cannot forgive me
for something
that I have never done.

But I am trying to forgive.

I want to forgive...

because that is what Allah,
my God, wants.

For this reason, I do not
hold a grudge against those
who abused me, you know.

In Arabic, the word for "free"
and the word for "forgiveness"

is the same word.

This is how, even here, I can be free.

For eight years,
I have been dreaming
of being in a courtroom...

and now that I'm here,

really-- [chuckles]
I am scared to death.

But, uh...

But I hope I can find peace.

Because...

I believe this court
is guided by law...

not fear.

So...

whatever you decide,
Your Honor...

I can accept it.

May God forgive us,
and may God be with us.

They heard me?

[male guard]
Mail for 760.

Oh, shit.

Guys.

I won.

[male guard 1] What?[male guard 2] What?

I won my case. [chuckles]

Look, it's written here.
I'm going home!

Good, man. [chuckles]

Yeah, man.

Fuck.

Going home! Freedom!

[male guard] Seven-sixty,
are you ready?

[handcuffs rattling]

Turn around.

Here we go.[door buzzes]

[crickets chirping]

See you later, alligator.

[clamoring]

[Mohamedou] I just had something made for them locally...

to engrave their names in Arabic.

Something very symbolic,
but something that
doesn't wear away,

just like our friendship wouldn't wear away.

Thank you, Mohamedou.

[man chanting]
Teri, Teri, Teri, Teri.

-Can you make yourself...
-Well, I want...

[Mohamedou] This is my Buch.

"Das Guantánamo-tagebuch."

This is French.

This is Turkish.

[sounding out words]

I don't know what language this,
but I would say this is Swedish.

This is Danish.

This is Italian.

They really did a very
good job in hiding a lot.

Oh, look at here.

Look.

Bob Dylan song.

["The Man in Me"
playing on speakers]

[vocalizing]

♪ The man in me will do...♪

[Dylan]
♪ The man in me will do...♪

♪ Nearly any task...♪

♪ As for compensation♪

♪ There's little he would ask♪

[laughs]

♪ Take a woman like you♪

♪ To get through To the man in me
♪

♪ Storm clouds are...♪

♪ ...raging all around my door♪

That's exactly like me.

♪ I think to myself...♪

♪ I cannot take it anymore♪

[laughs]

♪ Take a woman like your kind♪

Yes.

♪ To find the man in me♪

♪ What a wonderful feeling♪

♪ Just to know...♪

♪ Just to know
That you are near♪

♪ Sets my heart a-reeling♪

♪ From my toes up to my ears♪

♪ The man in me
Will hide sometimes♪

♪ To keep from bein' seen♪

♪ But that's just because
He doesn't want♪

♪ To turn into some machine♪

♪ Take a woman like you♪

♪ To get through
To the man in me♪

[vocalizing]