All language subtitles for Five.Fingers.2006.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

** [piano]

[chuckles]

Wait, Saadia.

**

**

I'll miss you.

Yeah?

Of course.

I wish I could go with.

It's okay.

Peekaboo!

Peekaboo.

Hi.

[speaking Dutch]

[Woman on P.A.
speaking Dutch]

Gavin?

Oh, yeah.
In the flesh, mate.

Nice to
finally meet you.

You all set, then?
Ready to go, hmm?

Yeah.

It's over here.

Gavin, I wanna thank you
for looking after Martijn
while he's away.

No trouble. I'm just
a glorified tour guide, really.

Yeah, but he couldn't
do it without you.

Oh, his food program.

I'm a bit clueless
about that, I'm afraid.

[Martijn]
It's for malnourished kids
in the Rift Mountains.

The Rift Mountains, right.

Get him in, get him out.
That's my bit.

Gavin, can you
give me a second?

Oh, yeah. Okay.

Bye-bye.
Bye.

I'm really
gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you, too.

[Gavin]
It's a shame Saadia's not
coming with us, isn't it?

Yeah, she can't leave
the country at the moment,

but hopefully
she'll get her passport

in time
for my next trip.

Oh.

I didn't know there was
such a famine in Morocco.

They're malnourished,
not starving.

Oh. So you really did
all the Save the Children
bollocks, then.

Of course.
What did you think?

I don't know.

Might have been for Saadia's
benefit, mightn't it?

[Dutch]

[Dutch]

Hello.

Here you are.
Thank you.

[Dutch]

You know,
when I leave home,

my missus won't even
stand on the porch,

let alone the observation
deck at Heathrow.

You're married?

Well, why do you think
I do all this traveling, hmm?

Come on.

You all right? Hmm?

Rift Mountains.
I'll check this bus.

He's going, okay?

[chicken clucking]

[clucking intensifies]
[gasps]

Hey! Hey!
Hey, what's going--

What the fuck?
Get your fucking hands off me!

Ohh!

Leave him alone!
[shouting]

[grunting]

[yelling]

[Man on phone
speaks in Arabic]

[Martijn]
Mr., uh--

Mr. Fikri, please.

There is no Mr. Fikri here.

Hassan Fikri?

I'm trying to reach
Hassan Fikri.

There is no
Hassan Fikri here.

[Dutch]

[grunts]

[Gavin]
Martijn, is that you?

Martijn-- Martijn, it's me.

[speaking Dutch]

It's me-- Gavin.

Gavin?
Yeah.

What happened?

The last thing I remember
is on the bus.

Hey, when did they
come on board?
Who?

The blokes who jumped us.

I don't-- I don't know.

Yeah, well, don't worry, mate.
I'm right behind you.

I got your back.
You got mine, right?

Where are we?

We're in a blindfold,
for fuck's sake.

Yes. But on the bus,

did you recognize anything?

Oh. I was getting
a bit of kip, actually.

Why did they take us?

Maybe they thought
we were Americans.

Why would they think that?

Maybe they heard us
speaking English.

But I'm from Holland.

They don't know
the difference.

So that's why
they took us?

Yeah, you and me both.

Maybe we should
ask them.
[thud]

What's that?

I don't know.

Hello?

Is somebody else here?

[Martijn]
Hello!

[Gavin]
Hello! Is someone else here?

Hello!

Hello!

[Gavin]
Well, just relax,
will you?

They'll let us go
as soon as they realize
they've made a mistake.

It-- It is a mistake,
right, Gavin?

These things usually get sorted
in the first 24 hours.

This has happened
to you before?

Sure, it has.

Really?

Well, not quite like this.

Then like what?

You know, seminars.

Sem-- Seminars?

Security seminars.

You know,
with the experts.

So you've never actually
been held hostage?

No, but the company
I used to work for,

they had ops
in lots of dodgy places,

so they made us role-play
this type of thing.

When you were here before,
what were you busy with?

Business.
Yes,

but what kind of business?

I worked for
a chemical company.

Oh, shit!

Here! Those gits made
a lot of dosh off the deal!

Which gits?

Those Moroccan geezers.

Fuck me! I can't even
remember their bloody names!

It looks like
they remember yours.

Easy with the blame game,
all right?

All right, mate?
So just how many villages

did your company
rape and pillage?

You just shut the fuck up.

We did not rape anyone.

They were all proper
business transactions.

Then why, Gavin,
would they kidnap us?

For the publicity.

Publicity?
Yeah.

Yeah, you'll see.

Pretty soon,
they'll be parading us
in front of the cameras,

trying to get us
to make speeches

denouncing the West
or some sort of bollocks.

But I'll tell ya, mate,

I'm not gonna
say a bloody word.

Hmm! No, I'm not gonna
give them the satisfaction.

Maybe we should
try and talk with them
or something like this.

Nah, fuck 'em,
goddamn savages.

They're not savages.
Sure, they are.

Stupid wankers.

Listen, you gotta drop
all this PC bullshit.

Steel yourself, mate.

Fuck 'em!
Treat 'em like animals!

They're not animals.

The thing is, don't let 'em
fuck with you psychologically.

As soon as you realize
that they don't

really have the guts
to kill you, it's easy.

Yeah, they'll threaten us.

They'll act like
the want to kill us,

but, really,
they want to keep us alive.

Really, it's just a bluff

because we're worth
nothing to them dead.

Gavin, what if these guys

don't want a ransom?

What else do they want?

I don't know.

[thud]

Someone's there,

and he's-- he's been
watching us this whole time.

Hello?

Sir, you have
the wrong guys.

Yeah, we-we're
not American.

I didn't even vote
for Tony Blair.

And I'm Dutch.

So you can
just let us go,

and we'll forget
the whole thing.

We haven't even
seen your faces.

Hello!

Hello! Hello!

Whatever it is
you want from us,

you can forget about it,
you understand?

You've made
a massive mistake!

I don't think yelling at them
is such a good idea.

Nah, fuck 'em!

They wouldn't dare
kill us.

Not if they want sympathy.

What if they don't
want sympathy?

Well, what else
could they want?

It's a publicity stunt,
isn't it?

Christ's sakes!

Our photos are plastered

all over every paper
in Europe right now.

What if they aren't?

Should we--
We should, Gavin, try

and start a dialogue.

Nah, they're fuckin'
fanatics.

I don't know
why you even agreed

to come here
in the first place.

To help the people.
To make-- make a difference.

Oh, well, congratulations.
Oh, true idealist, you are.
[chuckles]

Maybe you
and old Omar over there

really do have something
to chat about.

Maybe we do.

Maybe this is all
one big misunderstanding.

Jesus! What's happening?

Here!
[speaking Dutch]

Hey, don't go soft
on me now, mate.

You just remember
what I told you!
Remember my advice!

Fucking goddamn savages!

They're just bluffing, they are!
Yeah, just bluffing!
Shh.

They don't really
have the balls to hurt us.
Shut up!

Ah, they can go fuck themselves!
Now, don't go mental on me now.

Remember what I told you.
Please-- Please--
Let him--

[Arabic]

I've got you.

You really know
your way around here.

I take my youth group
to the beach every weekend.

You should
join us sometime.

You're right.

I should do more.

Yeah, you should.

I have been
spending all my time
on the food program.

It's going
to change the world.

I would like that.

[game clock clicks]

[game clock clicks]
Mate.

[Arabic]

[chuckles]

Good.

Very good.
I am impressed.

We play another game.

I c-- I can't.

It is not a request.

And I give to you...

the first move.

I'm tired.

I can't-- I can't play.

[sighs]

Voila.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

If you don't move soon,

you will lose.

Smart move.

Choosing to play, I mean.

Not your pawn.

Are Muslims
allowed to smoke?

I thought you said
you are not American.

I'm not.

Spend time in California?

No.

Mm-hmm.
Would you like one, then?

I don't smoke.

Afraid it's going
to ruin your health?

Why is that funny?

Nothing.

Just you worried
about your health.

There are other things

that you should be
worried about, Martijn.

Like...making your next move.

[game clock ticks]

I have to tell you

it is a pleasure
to play with you, Martijn.

Most Westerners
cannot play chess

to save their own lives.

[chuckles]

I have a theory about that.

Westerners cannot play chess

because they play
too much poker.

What do you think?

I don't gamble.

If more Westerners
played chess,

they would understand...

there are no bluffs,

only calculations.

I think Gavin played poker.

Don't know. Maybe.

I thought
you were good friends.

I barely knew him.

How were you introduced?

Me and Gavin?
Mm-hmm.

On the Internet.

Not by the woman?

W-What woman?

The Moroccan woman
at Schiphol?

She's-- She's my girlfriend.

Ah-ah.
So you are not married?

No. Not yet.

But you are...thinking about it.

When the time is right.

Yes, yes, of course.

Life can be short.

[game clock clicks]

25 seconds.

15.

10.

Do you mind?

I--

Forgive me, Martijn.

I only want to help.

You are running out of time.

[game clock clicks]

I wonder...

perhaps you do not
like women?

What?

Perhaps you are
preferring boys.

No. Definitely not.

You live in Amsterdam.

Not anymore.

But often go to Amsterdam.

Why is this?
To visit my friends.

Friends? Gay friends?

Not everyone in Amsterdam
is gay.

Then who do you visit there?

[sighs]
Just because I go to Amsterdam

doesn't mean I'm gay.

It's like saying every Muslim
is a terrorist.

Is every Muslim a terrorist?

No.

Are you?

What do you think?

You could be gay.

What makes you say that?

I saw Lawrence of Arabia,
and using your logic--

I could be just like one
of the Muslims in that film?

Yes.

And look what they did
to Lawrence.

What did they do to him?

They fucked him
to humiliate him.

Ahh!

You think I want
to fuck you, Martijn?

I hope not.

I could do it...
right here.

[speaks Arabic]

In front of the camera.

Would you like that?

Your move.

You know, Martijn,

you speak
very good English.

I'm Dutch.

We all speak good English.

Yes, but yours
is better than most.

And so is yours.

Thank you.
I studied in Nigeria.

So...you're not Moroccan.

Tell me about
your friends in America.

I don't have any friends
in America.

Yes, yes, but you speak
their language perfectly.

I used to have
s-some clients there.

Tell me about that.

There's nothing to tell.

You are hiding something.

No.

I'm not.

You are lying.

Aah! Get out of my face!

I'm not lying.

We shall see.

[game clock clicks]
Check.

Can't we--
Can't we take a break?

There are no breaks.

Then-- Then can't we quit?

Ah, you are willing
to concede defeat?

No.

Then we must continue
until you lose or--

Or what?

You know what.

No, I don't!

You will tell me
when you are ready.

What will I tell you?

Eight seconds, Martijn.

Help me a little.

Six.
Just say it,
and I'll confirm it.

Four.
Please!

Two.
You've got to tell me!

[game clock dings]

Martijn, your flag
has fallen.

Hey-ey. I should not
allow that.

What do you want me
to tell you?

Technically speaking,
it is cheating.

The game should be over.

I just need
to hear it from you.

What is so important...

that you would cheat, eh?

We were talking.
W-We-- We were talking.

What's the matter?
You sound upset.

Relax. Relax, Martijn.
[Arabic]

It's all right.

Let me see your hand.

You are a dentist?

No.

A doctor?

No.
A writer.

No.

No. Wait. A musician.

No.
You are lying.

I'm not. I'm not lying.

Martijn,
you have to understand,

I hate it
when people lie to me.

I have enormous respect
for artists.

Why is that?

You play guitar?

No. Wait.

Piano.

Yes?

Yes. Piano.

Jazz or classical?

Mostly jazz.

[Arabic]

Straight-ahead or fusion?

Free jazz.

Hmm.
You a fan?

In a way, yes.

What way?

Jazz is American...

but it has its roots here...
[tapping on table]

in Africa.

Where exactly in Africa
are you from?

I thought
you were a banker.

That's my-- That's my job,
not my passion.

I thought the Moroccan woman
was your passion.

She knows how important
my music is to me.

And now, Martijn,
so do I.

Then you don't mind if we quit?
If we do something else?

Of course I mind,
very much.

Please--
You know, you are
a very deep man, Martijn.

First I discover
your skill at chess,

which certainly
surprised me.

I had no intention
of playing this long.

And now I learn
you are a jazz pianist.

Tsk tak tsk tsk.

It makes me wonder,
when did you have the time?

For what?
You know what.

No, I don't!
I don't know!

[game clock clicks]
Check.

Your move again.

Just say it,
and I will confirm it.

[chuckling]

I will tell you
whatever you want.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.

Quite obviously,
you will not.

Just tell me who you are!

I am a savage.

I am an animal.

Please, I--

I can't tell you anything

unless I know
what you want me to say!

Everything.

I want you
to tell me everything.

You want to know my birthday?

April 5.

My-- My passport numbers?

Uh, C4538H49.

My bank account numbers?

179654384H.

Then you know everything.

Not everything.

There's nothing left
I can say.

You and I both know
that is a lie.

I am not lying! I am not!

Why have you come here?
To set up my food program!

Did Saadia
put you up to this?

She-- She-- She has nothing
to do with this.

I find that
hard to believe.

It's true.

Martijn, when are you
going to tell me the truth?

Why don't you
tell me the truth?

Just who the hell you are,

and what the fuck
do you want from me?

This is your last chance.

There's nothing else
I can say.

All right.

Mate.

No.

[chess pieces tapping]
I am so sorry, Martijn.

Please, another game.

I thought you were tired.

Just-- I just--
One more try.

The game is over.

I need another chance.

I need another chance!

You should have
concentrated more.

Your last moves
were very hasty.

Please?

Please, please,
another game, please!

Give me your hand.

No! No! No!

No!

Give me your hand, Martijn.

No!

Please, no.

No! No! Don't! Please!

Aah!

[panting]

No.

This is your last chance.

I don't know
what you want me to say.

Aah!

You'll make
a good father.

Someday, yeah.

So you want
to have a family.

Of course.

Don't you ever want
some kids of your own?

If I could, I would.

But these kids

and a few back home
in the Rift Mountains,

I sort of see them
as my own.

Then I guess
they're mine, too.

[coughs]
[rooster crowing]

Jesus.

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunting]
** [Man on P.A. vocalizing:
Islamic call to prayer]

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

** [Man singing
in foreign language]

[coughs]

[gasps]

[gasps]

Who are you?

Do you speak English?

Français?

Arabic?

Answer me!

I'm sorry.

Please, just--

just say-- say something.

Anything.

They told me not to.

How many are there?

You can whisper.

About ten.

Are you part of their group?

No.

How do you know them?

They hired me
to bandage your finger.

[grunts]

They're going--
They're going to kill me.

Then why would they hire me
to bandage your wound?

When did they hire you?

Yesterday.

Until when?

Tomorrow.

And when tomorrow comes,

do you think they will
just pay you

and let you go?
Yes.

No. You've seen my face.

No.

You can see me.

No, I cannot.
[groans]

Then how-- how can you
see my hand?

It is very difficult.

I know.

You're hurting me.

But I am trying to help you.

Well, then, please,

take off your veil and--
and bandage it properly.

Did they blindfold you
before they brought you here?

No.

So-- So you know
where we are?

Yes.

Are we still in Morocco?

They told me not to tell you.
Or-- Or d-did we
move south to Nigeria?

I said I cannot tell you.
They're going to
kill you anyway.

I will not listen to you.

You have to.

I don't want to die
like this.

Then tell them.

Tell them what?

Where the money came from.

How do you know that?

I heard them talking.

And they said
they want the money?

Yes. That is
what they said.

Did they say
how much money?

The million dollars.

I'll give you half.

Half?

For what?

If-- If you--
you get me out of here.

Half a million dollars?

That's right.

Oh! Half a million dollars.

What is all this money for?

My food program.

Have you heard of it?

No.

I'm here...
to help your people.

[grunting]

There is nothing I can do.

[sighs]

Are you hungry?

Yes.

I haven't eaten for...

How long have I been here?

I don't know.

I brought this
for lunch.

Perhaps this is
my food program.

Thanks. Thanks.

I'm sorry
I could not help you.

No, no, no. Whoa. No.

Wait. You still can.

How?

When you leave here,
you can tell someone
you saw me.

Tell them where I am.
People around here,

they will not risk their lives
for a Dutch tourist.

What about the police?
Or the embassy?

You could tell
the Dutch Embassy.

There is no embassy.

What do you mean?
Just what I said.

Then...we must've gone south,
at least to the Sahara.

I did not tell you that.

I'm a supporter.

My-- My girlfriend
is Moroccan.

I never said
we were in Morocco.

Then where are we?

Even if you knew,
what good would it do?

What about your friends?

My friends?

I could try to call them.

No.

Why not?

The police.
Call the police.

The police are corrupt.

My friends can't help.

Well, neither
can the police.

It is better
to call your friends.

If you'll just
give me their names...

Why do you want
to know their names?

To call them
so they can help you.

No.

That isn't it.

I can't believe
I almost fell for it.

Fell for what?

You almost had me,
cocksuck!

You almost had me!

Who are you talking to?

You're good, you know that?
You're fucking good!

What are you talking about?
[camera shatters]

You're not here
to bandage my hand.

You're here to talk to me.

No. They told me
not to talk to you.

That's what they
told you to say!

Well, it won't work!

[shouting in Dutch]

Tell me who
your friends are.

[grunting]

Aah!

Tell me where
the money came from.

[groaning]

[Arabic]

Tell me where
the money came from.

I embezzled it.
From who?

The bank!
With your friends?

I did it alone!
You are lying.

[snip]
Aah!

** [piano]

Aah!

[groans]

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.

I'm your best friend.

** [random notes]

*

I brought you something.

You have a request?

Perhaps you can teach me
how to play.

Okay. Meet me at my flat
every Thursday at 4:00.

[laughing]

Good. Very good.

I thought you might
be getting homesick,

so I also brought you...

some reading material, hmm?

Mind reading them
out loud?

I'm a bit tied up
at the moment.

I am very happy to see
that you have not lost
your sense of humor.

Serves me well
in times of torture.

[Arabic]

The real Martijn emerges.

Glib, strong, defiant
in the face of extreme pain.

I like that.

Shall we see what everyone else
is saying about you, hmm?

"Germany and Poland
seek labor deal

to ease EU enlargement."

[newspaper hits ground]

"Six Palestinians killed
in Israeli air strike."

[newspaper hits ground]

Ah, here is something, huh?

"Two Europeans missing
in North Africa.

[muttering]

[clicks tongue]
Oh.

I am sorry, Martijn.

No, not you.

These men are French.

Totally separate incident.

What's your point?

Come, come, Martijn.

You are a perceptive man.
*

** [random notes]

Don't you have
a grieving mother?

Or sister?

What about your
Moroccan girlfriend, eh?

Has she noticed
that you are missing?

My mother
died six years ago,

my sister
is living in Spain,

and my girlfriend thinks
I'm in the Rift Mountains
helping her people!

You expect me
to believe that?

What do you believe?

I believe that the press
knows everything.

In fact, I know

that the press
knows everything,

because we have
told them everything.

Then why hasn't it
been reported?

That, my friend--

*

...is the question.

They are pretending
that you don't exist.

What kind of people

does this happen to,
Martijn, hmm?

I don't know.

What are you doing
in Morocco?

Setting up a food program.

Then why could our sources
not confirm this?

Because it hasn't
been set up yet.

[Woman]
Please explain.

[Martijn]
You shouldn't need to be told.

If you're working
with the people, you'd know
about my food program.

It's been in development
for months!

With such careful planning,

perhaps more people
would be aware of it, hmm?

The right people know.

They have forgotten you,
Martijn.

I think we are the only ones
that remember you now, eh?

Make it easy on yourself.

Don't be foolish.

Tell us who
your friends are.

Tell me who you are.

Are you with the Movement?

It is more appropriate
to say

that the Movement
is with us.

Then why do you want to know
the names of my friends?

You know why.

Someone gave you my name.

We have our sources.

What sources?
Does it matter?

Yes! Of course it matters!

Don't you see?

This mistrust has to end.

Mistrust? Between who?

Between people like you
and people like me.

We're both working
for the same goal.

[Arabic]

You are Muslim, hmm?

No. Just a servant
to the cause.

What cause?

Cause of the people.

[Arabic]

What people are you
talking about, Martijn?

Just let me go!

They lied about me.

They lied about you?

Who lied about you?
For what reason, eh?

Some person--

the one that gave you my name,
they never knew me.

They just pretended
to know me.

You know, Martijn,

it is an interesting theory.

It's the truth.

Yes, but it does not
explain one thing.

It fails to explain the money...
in your bank account.

I told you how
I got that money!

Ah, yes.

You expect me to believe

that a low-level private
banker in Amsterdam

embezzled $1 million

without anyone
discovering it.

I risked everything--
everything to get that money

to fund my food program!

We told the bank
about your capture.

We have had no response.

Don't you find that odd?

If you had stolen
that much money,

they would want you back.

They would
want the money back.

Hmm?

I'll sign it over to you.

The money?

Yes. Yes, the money.

How did you get it?

I said I'd give it to you--
all of it!

We don't want
your money, Martijn.

Then what do you want?

Why did you call
Hassan Fikri?

Hmm?

W-- I--
What is Hassan Fikri?

One of your friends.

I don't--

I don't know.
[Arabic]

[Man speaks in Arabic]

[Martijn]
Mr., uh-- Mr. Fikri, please.

There is no Mr. Fikri here.

Hassan Fikri?

I'm trying to reach
Hassan Fikri.

There is no
Hassan Fikri here.

You have been misinformed.

[clicks off]

Why did you make
that phone call, Martijn?

That's not me.
Stop lying.

[stammering]
I don't even know who he is.

Then who gave you
his number?

No one.
How did you
know to call him?

I never called him!

Ah.

He is a jazz musician, eh?

No. No.

He is the one
who gave you my name,
and he made that tape to--

[Arabic]

Stop this fantasy, Martijn.

No one gave us your name.
You know why you are here.

Yeah. Do you?

Understand, Martijn,

there is a reason
for all of this--
a very good one.

Then tell me the reason.

Tell me who you are,
who you are with.

You know who we are.
No, I don't!

But you have
your suspicions, yes?

That is why
you came to Morocco?

To find Hassan Fikri?

But finding this man
is like finding

a needle
in the ear of a camel.

So you found a guide--

someone who said
he knew the area,

someone who
could protect you.

But Gavin
did not protect you.

[chuckles]
Not well enough.

Not well at all.

[Man]
You have to admit...

hiring Gavin
was a big mistake.

I don't know
what happened.

You have been fucked,
Martijn.

Just call me
Lawrence of Morocco.

[laughs]

[Arabic]

That is a good one.
Your best one yet, in fact.

Why are you
doing this to me?

Because I know
Hassan Fikri.

He is a retired chemist.

So?

He has been working
on a form of bacteria.

W-What kind of bacteria?

You already know.

That is why you called him.
I didn't call him!

You called to find out
about this bacteria--

about how it can be
disseminated through food.

I-- I don't know
what you're--

This bacteria is fatal.
Why--

Why would I call
about something like that?

Because you were paid to.
I stole that money!

You were paid that money
to call Hassan Fikri

to find out what you could.

That is why
you came to Morocco.

I'm a banker!
That is just your cover.

For what?

You were paid in US dollars

to collect evidence
on Hassan Fikri.

You're wrong.
I would like to believe you.

Then believe me.

How can I
when I know the evidence?

What evidence?

That tape was fake.

The money in your account--

why is it not in euros, hmm?

I told you so many times.

Who has that kind of power

to make that kind of money
appear from nowhere?

Nobody!

Who has that kind of power...

to stop the papers
from running a story?

I don't-- I don't know!
Who gave you the name
of Hassan Fikri?

I didn't call him!
The Agency!

What agency?

It is not a travel agency.

You-- You think
I work for the CIA?

Ah, we know
you work for the CIA.

Yes, yes.

That's crazy.

Is it?

I'm not even American.

But you sympathize
with the Americans.

I'm from Holland.

Why would I sympathize
with America?

Because they paid you
a million dollars.

You think I got the money
from the CIA?

What else could we think?

[scoffs]

I'd-- I'd laugh--

If it wasn't so horrible,
I'd fucking laugh.

Tell us who
your friends are--

your contacts.

There are no contacts!

What about your girlfriend?

What about her?

Did she recruit you?
Saadia has nothing
to do with this!

Is she your handler?
She does not work for the CIA!

No. Not again.

No, not again, please.

No, not again, please.
Please!

Please! Please!
[whimpers]

Aah!

[muffled screaming]

Aah!

It's a gift.

What kind of gift?

For the children.

But why all the secrecy?

Because some donors prefer
to remain anonymous.

Yes. But why?

As long as they help my kids,
I don't care.

As simple as that.

It's never that simple.

Can you set up
a numbered account?

It's really
a little bit tricky
without a passport.

Euros or dollars?
Dollars.

Maybe I should
meet this friend.

Maybe you should.

You're actually
a lot alike.

Is he Dutch?

No. He's American.

[chuckles]

Wow.

An American that thinks
the way that I do.

That is someone
I have to meet.

Okay.

[Martijn]
Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

I know you can hear me!

I know you can hear me!

Relax.

I am just here
to remove your clothes.

Why?

You have soiled
your pants,

and you have not
had a bath for days.

Now please cooperate.

[Arabic]

[coughing]

[coughing]

Now your pants.

Are you going to wash me?

You are going
to wash yourself.

Can't.

[sighs]

There's a lot
you don't know about me.

Like what?

My beliefs.

You are a banker.

You believe
in making money.

I was a banker.

And now?

I'm here to help.

Why don't you just go back
to Holland and leave us alone?

I can't.

Why not?

You may
approach it differently.

For you, it's spiritual.
For me, it's idyllic.

But in the end,
we're the same.

We support the people
for the same basic reason.

And what reason is that?

Because we both know

there is more to life
than money.

[coughs]

Then why did you steal
a million dollars?

It isn't for me.
[coughs]

Then who is it for?

Not who, but what.

[chuckles]

You think this is going
to make a difference--

your food program?

Yes. I do.

Suppose it works.
Then what?

Then I'd keep on fighting

until everyone is forced
to start over.

No more Western world,
no more Third World,

no more rich, no more poor,

no more debts,
no more creditors.

A worldwide social system.

You are still a banker.

I was fired.

And why is that?

Did they find out
about the money?

No. They saw
pictures of me.

Doing what?

Protesting.

Protesting?
Against who?

Dutch immigration policy

and our government's support
of the World Bank.

You honestly believe
that to protest
against the World Bank

would accomplish something?

I did.

I used to think
I could accomplish a lot.

But not anymore?

[coughs]
Not that way, no.

Of course not.

'Cause you
are a child, Martijn--

an idealistic,
stupid child

who is playing
a very dangerous game.

[chuckles]

You go away
for a weekend,

throw a few stones,
swallow a little jiggers,

and tell your girlfriend
how risky it was, huh?

And while she's sucking
on your cock,

your government expels
40,000 asylum seekers.

You have no idea

what it would really take
to change the world.

You're wrong.

Then tell me.

A series
of devastating events--

events that would destroy
the world's richest companies,

that would crush
the world's economy.

A dozen 9/11s
all over the world.

Like what?

Like targeted direct action
against Halliburton,

against Dow Chemical,
against McDonald's.

Not just American companies.

Against Airbus,
against British Petroleum.

Against any company
that promotes global capitalism

and destroys lives
and cultures in order
to increase its profits.

[coughs]

The Agency
has trained you well.

I am not with the CIA.

You are clean.

It's an insult
what you think of me.

There is
no other explanation.

I hate the CIA.

I hate everything
they stand for.

So you claim.

What about you?

What about me?

Are you a good Muslim?

Yes.

Then why aren't you
wearing a veil?

You are right.

I never should have
taken it off.

I'm glad you did.

This is why we wear veils--

so men are not distracted.

Are you distracted
by me?

You are pale and weak.

You know I'm not weak.

It is true.

It takes a strong man
to hold out for so long.

To keep lying through
your clean, white teeth.

I've told you
the truth.

That you came here
to help us?

And the rest
of the world.

Through catastrophic events.

At the moment, just one.

Which you already
have planned?

Yes. With your help.

But I know nothing of it.

But you know Hassan Fikri.

That's why this is so wrong.

So that is why you raised
a million dollars?

To fund this event?
Yes.

Then what is it?

I cannot tell you.

Because even if I'm killed
over some stupid mistake,

there are others
who may still make it happen.

Ah, yes. Your friends.

Our friends.

If they were our friends,
Martijn,

I would know
who they are.

Not necessarily.

You are lying.

I've only said this much
to convince you I'm not CIA.

Then why did you not
tell this to Ahmat?

Because he'd
never believe me.

And I would?

At least I can try.

I have taken your fingers.

I will do it again.

I have convictions, too.

Tell me
what you have planned.

Tell me about
your food program.

Do it.

[slice]

[bone snaps]

They have trained you well.

Is that your friend?

[Saadia]
Yeah. What's wrong?

You think he'll fund it?
Your food program?

Our food program.

But I don't know nothing
about your food program.

You know me.

And that's all
I need to know.

We're gonna
change the world.

I love you.

I love you, too.

What's that?

They can still
be sewn back on.

It will require
a fine surgeon,

but it is possible.

Why are you
showing me this?

Because Aicha seems to think
that we are wrong about you.

So I made some inquiries.

She may be right.

Oh, thank God.

I thought you were
an atheist.

It's only an expression.

If she is mistaken,

I still have these.

I already told her
the truth.

[clears throat]
Hmm.

Protesting against
the World Bank proves nothing.

It could just be
a part of your cover.

You're right.
You're right.

Doesn't prove anything.

So tell me, Martijn...

why did you try
to contact Hassan Fikri?

I can't tell you that.
I can only confirm
what you already know.

What if I were to...

tell you
my own little secret?

What secret?

That I am Hassan Fikri.

Yeah. It makes
perfect sense.

What do you mean?
It's--

It's safer to use an alias.
Yes, much safer.

And I'd heard rumors
that you were from Nigeria.

Rumors?

From who?

People in the network.

They suggested I call you,

but you weren't
expecting my call.

No, I was not.

You didn't know who I was,

so you needed to find out
why I was calling.

Yes. Why were you
calling me?

You don't know?
Not even now?

Perhaps I do.

You've--
You've made inquiries?

Yes.
Then you know who I am.

I know who you might be.

He needs confirmation.

What kind of confirmation?

He needs to know you are
really who you claim to be.

There is a terrorist cell
in Holland

that our network
agreed to finance.

Then you know
how I got the money.

No.

There was a miscommunication.

But now you know.

We know that it is possible.

Of course it's possible.
It's the fucking truth!

Convince us.
Convince you of what?

That you are a part
of the Dutch cell.

Okay.

What were you
recruited to do?

[sighs]

I have friends
in food distribution centers

across the EU

that are willing to take action,
and the security is weak.

You have identified
a target?

I'm going to poison
fast-food products.

American hamburgers,
milk shakes, French fries.

From the Lancer plane
to the Champs-élysées,

anyone who eats a Big Mac
or a Happy Meal

will die within 24 hours.

So a few fat Americans

will have their potbellies
incinerated.

A few?

Try thousands, if not hundreds
of thousands in one single day!

By the time they shut us down,
we will have killed

a hundred times more people
than Osama bin Laden.

How do you intend
to poison the food?

With the bacteria
that you developed.

How did you learn
about the bacteria?

[sighs]
From the network.

Why did you need
a million dollars?

To cover the lab costs,
to cover the materials.

What materials?

You're the fucking chemist!
You tell me!

[speaking Arabic]

[conversing in Arabic]

No. No, no. It must've been
a miscommunication.

I thought you did not
speak Arabic.

I picked up a few words
from my girlfriend.

[Ahmat]
A miscommunication?
Yes! Yes!

One that's already cost me
four fingers.

The system is not perfect.

[Martijn]
It's not supposed to be.

No. I am not convinced.

[sighing]
What--

What would convince you?

The money--
where did it come from?

From someone who believed
in the value of the operation.

Someone outside
the network?

Yes. Yes. That is correct.

[Arabic name]

But how do you know
they are your friend?

Who else would give me
that kind of money?

The CIA.

How would the CIA
know about you?

That is exactly what I am
trying to find out, Martijn.

This is going nowhere.

Convince us the money
did not come from the CIA!

How?
Trace it back
to your friend.

The money is untraceable.

[Aicha]
Why?

Because
I designed it that way!

I used to work
for a fucking bank!

[Arabic]

[Arabic]

[liquid pouring]

Here. Drink that.

I am sorry, Martijn,

but we cannot afford
to risk the entire network

for the sake
of one operation.

An important operation.

Yes, but imagine...

if we trusted you
and we were wrong.

What then, eh?

I am sorry it had
to happen this way.

I am sorry
about your fingers,

but you are prepared to die
for the cause, no?

Yes, but--

But what?

I understand.
I do, but--

But what?

I just wish there were some way
I could convince you.

So do I.

After all,
I am a rarity.

What do you mean?

I have blond hair, blue eyes,
and a Dutch passport.

How many dedicated sympathizers
do you know that look like me?

We could do great things.

Anamoq.

Anamoq.

[Aicha]
What about the names?

We have the names.

What names?

Last night--
[sighs]

...the network
gave us the names--

the names of the members
of the Dutch cell.

So-- So you have my name.

Unfortunately not.

That's not possible.

I'm new--
I'm new to the network.

Or perhaps you are lying.

[Aicha]
If Martijn knows
the names, Ahmat,

he must be a part
of the network.

The Agency might also
have those names.

La!

If The Agency had the names,
they would have already
arrested the entire cell.

She's right.
CIA can't know.

The only one who knows
those names is me.

It is the only way
to prove it.

There is a hole
in the logic.
Ahmat...

There must be.
[Arabic]

Let him do it.

Let him prove it for the sake
of his food program.

[Arabic]

[Arabic]

All right.

[sighs]

You're doing
the right thing.

We shall see.

My food program
is a big operation.

It's important.

Something to write with.

You are very lucky.

If not for her,
you would be dead.

You will write
the names of the Dutch cell

and the person
that gave you that money.

You first.

Me?

Why me?

How else do I know
that you're not lying?

You will only copy
what I write.

We can write them
at the same time.

All right.

All right.

One problem.

[coughing]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Martijn.

You have been...

[American accent]
most cooperative.

[gun cocks]

[shell clanging on ground]

[Ahmat]
All right, everybody.
Nice job, nice job.

Come on. Let's go.
Let's shut it down.

Shut it down.

Time to clean up.

What about the body?

Come on. Come on!

This is not
our first barbecue, people.

We all know
the drill here.

Yeah.

We know the drill.

He wouldn't have
given us anything else.

How do you know?

Because I know.

How do you feel?
Like shite.

[chuckling]

You know, you were supposed
to stand 10 feet away.

I had to make it
look convincing.
Yeah.

I had powder burns
all over my face,
for fuck's sake.

Squibs hurt, huh?

Yeah.
My spine's still sore.

You'll live, baby.

Listen,
get back out on the Net.

See who else
you can rope in.

[distant boat horn blaring]

You all right?

You did great in there.

Thanks.

What do you say we, uh,
go get a drink, huh?

Yeah.

Let's do that.

** [Women singing
in foreign language]

** [piano]

Closed-Captioned By
Burbank, CAServices, Inc.

[Ahmat speaks in Arabic
on phone]

[Martijn]
Mr., uh-- Mr. Fikri, please.

There is no Mr. Fikri here.

Hassan Fikri?

I'm trying to reach
Hassan Fikri.

There is no
Hassan Fikri here.

You have been misinformed.