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US Army. Remain calm!

Who is this girl here?

Recklessness is not the answer.

Is it reckless to want to see the
guilty punished?

And who are the guilty?
Temple.

He claims to be building a new Iraq,
but all he does is destroy.

My money, my dollars, my future is
gone, stolen from my trailer.

Welcome to Iraq.

I want to see him.

You can help him by helping me

to maybe save the life of a young
woman down the hall there, Zahra?

Jesus, Frank, we cannot allow her
to say one word, you know that.

I will bring you Sawsan.
Where is she?

I will find her.
You don't know?!

I will find her!

Yesterday, she was improving.
That's what I was told.

Yesterday, she was improving.

I'm now and being told something
entirely fucking different.

What I'm asking
for is an explanation.

She was critically wounded and it's
taken it's toll unexpectedly.

Back inside, please.

I want this room shut down.
Every item in this room...

Back into bed.

What has happened?
Nothing that concerns you or me.

Is it Zahra?

We'll get you prepped and ready.

What if I refuse... dialysis?

Why would you want to do that?

I can't stay here forever.

Soon I will leave
and get sick again.

The idea is to make you
stronger for when you do leave.

Does anything appear out of place?
It does not.

Captain...

..shit happens.

I want everything
that went into her body

bagged, sealed and tagged.

WHISTLE

You have kept the place tidy, I see.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

I want to help you save Sawsan.

I fear she is lost, Muhsin.

You sent her
to work for the Americans.

You put her in danger.

She was inside your home
and you did not say.

She walked from your home shooting
a rifle and NOW you fear for her?

I will take you to her,
I will take you to her now.

That is why I'm here.

But she will
not go with you willingly.

OK.

Out the door, across the hall
and down the stairs.

A car will be
waiting at the end of the street.

GUNSHOT

HE SCREAMS

STARTS ENGINE

Sawsan!

Sawsan?

Too late.

She has gone.

They know, but they won't say where.

She spoke of Temple.

She blames Frank Temple.

Like they all do.

Good mornin'.

Is it?

A good morning?

It is.

It's done.

I have a horrible feeling you
quite enjoyed it.

It was necessary, I suppose.

100%.

You saved her from the terrors
of Abu Ghraib.

Yes.

Maybe we should take out
the professor too.

You seem very confident there'll
be no fallout.

Of course there'll be no fallout -
I guarantee that.

These aren't real people, Frank.

I just want what's mine then
I want out of this place.

Your stash is no more. It's gone.

What you do now is stay afloat long
enough to build another stash.

Then we both get out of here.

But he has it, Khafaji.

Who else could've taken it?

Frank, there are pallet loads
of fucking dollars.

You begin again.

Starting tonight.

I'm hungry.

Read the signs and be ready!

Read the signs and be ready!

Be prepared.

That way the line
will move more quickly.

Read the signs.

Please, be prepared.

This man you saw, did he see you?

Yes.

Do you know him?

I think so.

Which means the hospital is
no longer safe.

It is time for us to leave.

All of us.

When?

Tomorrow.

We will get you out tomorrow.

Sawsan?

I will find her.

And then...

..we will leave as a family.

Inspector...

Aren't you supposed to be out
looking for someone?

I went to see Mrouj.

I apologise.

Zahra.

You know she's dead, right?

Which means that somebody
intervened.

You will keep that
thought to yourself.

Why - because it is inconvenient?

That somebody could walk into
a military hospital and intervene?

Because we have yet to
establish the facts.

Who has access to the hospital
and to Zahra?

Doctors, soldiers, patients.

And mercenaries.

I think you know who was
responsible.

With me.

Well, if it isn't Captain Parodi
and his newly acquired sidekick.

Is this a bail or
a presidential pardon?

Zahra Bastani's body will be put
on ice while I request an autopsy.

Are you telling me she's died?

All medical equipment will be
preserved and forensically examined.

Forensically examined?

Good luck with that.

Mr Evans?

Correct.

I heard you bumped your head,

which necessitated an overnight
stay at the hospital?

I was feeling light-headed,
actually. Dizzy.

You were seen coming out of
Zahra Bastani's room.

Really? By who?

A nurse.

Well, I don't remember that
happening at all.

Light-headed and disorientated.

Mr Clark Kibbert.

God rest his soul.

He was romantically involved with
an Iraqi woman who was

working for you, Temple.

EVANS LAUGHS

Well, he might well have had a hard
on, but romance?

Her name was Sanaa Hussain,
but she called herself Candy.

Her name was Sanaa Hussain?

Are you saying she too is no more?

Where's your evidence of this?

Temple, your days are
fucking numbered.

Am I...

Are we being accused
of something here?

Fadel al-Bakr.

You keep saying random names.

He's the guy that was found
dead in the house belonging

to your department.

He also had links to Hamilton Baker.

Well, never heard of him.

HB employ a shitload of hajis

Fadel al-Bakr was a criminal,

who dealt in slavery
and prostitution.

The war did not change him.

What I want to know is who the
fuck is looking for the people

who killed my man?

That would be me, Mr Evans.

Well, do it, then!

We got two men done, actually.

One turns up stiff at your fucking
front door,

and all you can do is harass me
over breakfast!

Do your job, Parodi.

I'll be in touch.

Very soon.

Have a nice day.

Do not believe you're in the clear
over your war crimes, inspector.

There will be consequences.

There are always consequences,
Mr Temple.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Miss Ford?

Inspector.

Miss Ford, I have decided it is
no longer safe for Mrouj to

remain at the hospital.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Her treatment was going so well.

She will be travelling to Jordan
with her aunt and uncle.

They will meet her at
the checkpoint.

You're telling me this why?

She is required to be escorted
from her bed to the gate, yes?

Yes.

Which is why you would not be
breaking any rules,

if you walked her to
the checkpoint,

waved goodbye.

I cannot do that.

Unless they think Mrouj
is still here,

we cannot leave.

You're planning on not being around,
inspector?

Will you help me, Miss Ford?

What's going on?

You trust me with your daughter,

trust me with the truth.

What's going on?

Mr Temple is a criminal.

His safe houses are not safe houses,

and his salary is not
his only source of income.

But you already knew this.

And he's a threat.

To you?

And to Mrouj.

Can you help me, Miss Ford?

With Mrouj?

I'm not sure.

He's been released. Did you see?

Yes.

Released into the care
of Captain Parodi.

At the request of Captain Parodi.

Your evidence has been ignored.

What do you want?

Are you not in the
slightest bit pissed off?

They're not taking
you seriously here.

If it's justice you want,

I'd suggest you take
matters into your own hands.

You must know someone...

..who would rid the world
of Inspector Khafaji for...

..$1,000 US.

He's laughing at us.
He's laughing at your family.

5,000.

That much?

If it was me paying,
I wouldn't go higher than two.

That would be my absolute ceiling,

because that's all I have.

Who would miss him?

Agreed.

DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE

Why are we here?

To think, Inspector. To focus.

To remind myself what
it is I'm investigating.

To rise above.

They found Fadel al—Bakr there, shot dead.

And up to their point of entry.

They being my primary target.

Two parties come to the house.

One interrupts the other.

Yes?

Zahra Boustani was
a part of one group.

Who are they?

They had already killed Kibbert.

And were in the process of
delivering him to the house.

A message, yes,
but also an attempt to kill again.

Candy and Zahra Boustani
were part of a group

who abducted,
tortured and killed a US civilian.

An accountant. An innocent.

That's the very definition
of a terrorist cell.

That's all my superiors can see.

And who can blame me for
believing your daughter Sawsan

is a part of that cell?

What is the significance
of this house?

I would say this is the house
where Candy was attacked.

And I would say
there are other houses.

And you'd be right.

There are several. Numerous.

Temple provides the houses,

Evans is security,

and Fadel al—Bakr, I'd assume,
provided the women.

But they're not insurgents.

HE SIGHS

Zubeida Rashid, the university professor.

Do you know her?

Yes.

She was the go-to person

for the recruitment of translators
and interpreters.

Including Zahra Boustani, Sanaa Hussain,

and Sawsan al-Khafaji.

She has since left her
post, taking with her

her records and files.

She's erased herself.

She's now a nameplate on a door.
That's it.

I'm thinking she could be more
than a teacher.

A mentor, maybe?

I've met her.

She's an impressive woman.

And young minds are impressionable.

Zubeida Rashid did not kill
Zahra Boustani.

But she's responsible for bringing
all three girls into the Green Zone.

Candy, Laura and Susie.

She could be progress.
She could be the head of the snake.

Impressive, you say?

Yes.

A leader?

Yes, I would say that she is.

A Ba'athist?

To hold such a position
at the university

you would have to be a party member.

Find her.

And if I do find her?

Would that mean that
Sawsan becomes less important?

Possibly.

Find neither
and you're useless to me.

I can't help Mrouj and I can't help you.

Temple and Evans have started something

that threatens everybody's safety.

If this cell wants revenge,

they'll keep going till they get it.

My priority is to identify and eliminate

any threat to my own people.

I will not lose sight of that.

Just when I'm standing
on this fucking rooftop

for a better view.

This morning's roll call.

No flags.

I want you on a leash, Inspector.
I want you on-call.

Keep it charged and
switched on at all times.

For the sake of your daughters,

bring me Zubeida Rashid.

Sir, phone call from the Palace.

It's the babe from CA.

Parodi.

Sir, it's Megan Ford.

I have the roll call you
requested in front of me.

It makes for very interesting reading.

Apparently, Laura,

AKA Zahra Boustani,

passed through checkpoint
three this very morning.

Thank you.
I'll deal with it from here.

We've got an intruder.

Girl number three.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

ALARMS RING

Thank you for your cooperation.

This is a routine security check.

HE SHOUTS IN ARABIC
We'll soon get you back to work.

This is a routine security check.

Everybody please leave
your stations.

This won't take long.

Move! Move!

ALARMS BLARE

All right, everybody. IDs out.

ALARMS CONTINUE

GRUNTS

HE CRIES OUT

CRASHING

Stop! Stop it!

Ah!

Fuck!

HE GROANS

SHE GRUNTS

BOTH GRUNTING

PANTING

Ow! Fuck!

HE PANTS

HE GRUNTS

SHE SCREAMS

Fucking bitch.

PHONE BEEPS

Douglas, I need an extraction.

Captain.

Captain, I would like to know why

you are protecting a known Ba'athist

and friend of the regime.

May I see your ID, please?

Your favourite policeman is
responsible for the arrest, torture

and execution of my
father and my brother.

Your ID, please.

With my weapon permit.

Thank you.

I'm sure you have important
business to get to.

Identifying those loyal
to Saddam is my business.

What now?
You have your assignment.

You find Zubeida Rashid
and we arrest her.

I would rather
be looking for Temple.

The intruder is here for one man only...
You have your assignment.

What if she finds him?

What if he attacks her, huh?

What then? She will be unarmed.

This is my domain. She's my problem.

She's my daughter.

Which is exactly why you need to
exit the Green Zone immediately.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

You find me Zubeida Rashid.

HE SIGHS

She tried to fucking kill me,

like I'm responsible
for the fucking war.

I came here to help.

Your certain she's his daughter?
Yes, no question.

We need to get her out of here.

And wipe the slate clean.

Gonna reclaim my money.

Resign and get out of this shithole
once and for all.

Write a fucking book.

Iraq: After The Bombs
Stopped Falling

by Francis Paul Temple.

Goodnight, sweetheart.