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[drums beating in distance]

[singing, whooping,
clapping]

[laughing, whooping]

[woman vocalizing]

[singing in Arabic]

[crowd ululating]

[singing continues]

[in Arabic] You're looking good.
Germany suits you.

I should have come back to
visit sooner.

How much is gas over there?

I don't know, I ride the Metro.

Can you help with my nephew's
visa?

He wants to study, he's a little
Einstein, like you.

Of course! Bring him tomorrow.

Thank you, praise be.

[whispering]

[in Arabic]
Mama, go inside.

Is this about the new satellite
dish you put up?

No. It's nothing.

How many times can I say the
same thing?

I have no idea where my cousin
Mahfouz is.

I doubt Bin Laden even knows.

Listen.

After these New York attacks...

the Americans are going crazy.

They want to talk to you.

You understand?

[sighs]

Allow me to change.

They'll confuse me for a Gulf
prince.

Hurry up, follow him!

- [chattering]
- [fly buzzing]

You'll ride with me.

I'd rather go in my own car.

Then give me your phone.

Ok.

What do I tell everyone?

Tell them...

...it's work.

[chuckles]

Mamma?

They wouldn't let me drive
if I wasn't coming back.

Don't worry, Mother!

[car door closes,
engine starts]

Save me some tajine.

[horns honking]

Morning, Diego.

[chattering]

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

versus, for example,
being submitted by deposition testament.

Hey.

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 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 Schrodinger'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?

[man] We got a little break now.
What time is it?

Yeah, we got about 20 minutes.
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...

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.

- 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...

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.

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 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.

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, 3 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'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.

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?
- Yeah, every word.

So try and only bring me
the juicy stuff.

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.

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.

- [male guard speaking Arabic]
- Seven-sixty, that's you.

- I said turn around!
- [male guard speaking Arabic]

- Hand on head.
- [male guard speaking Arabic]

[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.
- [soldier 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.
- [Mohamedou, in Arabic]

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

Well, not anymore.
[chuckles]

The idea is to,
you know, disorient 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.

- [knocking]
- [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]
- [in 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]

[in 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]

- Afghanistan.
- 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?

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 just 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]
May God accept your prayers.

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

[in Arabic] Aren't you going to perform
your afternoon prayer?

Copy that.

[man, in Arabic] What good were your prayers
if they led you here?

Believe me, it's useless.

[in French] That's where you're wrong. I
always prayed to see the world.

[man, in French] In this world you need to be careful
who you talk to.

[in French]
Why? Are you a guard?

[man, in French]
You'll never know.

[in French]
What's your name?

I don't have a name here.

The guards listen to everything.

Call me by my number 241.

I'm not calling you by a number.

Where are you from?

- [man, in French] France, Marseille.
- [in French] Marseille!

[in French]
Nice to meet you Marseille.

[Marseille, in French]
And you my brother.

[in French]
How is Marseille?

I hear it's beautiful.

[Marseille chuckles]

[Marseille, in French]
Then you've never been.

Marseille is a real shit hole.

Or so I thought, until I came
here.

What do I call you?

I'm from Mauritania.

OK.

The Mauritanian.

[in French]
What does it mean "shit hole"?

[Marseille, in French] If you don't know English, how
will you understand the guards?

[in French] By the time I learn, I'll be
home already.

[Marseille scoffs, speaks French] Maybe. Or maybe you'll
need to pray a lot harder.

[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...

Now I know
you're ignoring me.

[coughs] Nancy.

Do you know
Jeff and Valerie?

- [Valerie] Hi.
- 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'd 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]

- 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 dollars
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.

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

[speaking Arabic] Look brother, I've been in a
lot of American interrogations.

The only way to help yourself
is to talk.

If they want to know about a guy,
tell them about a guy.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm older than you.

I'm not a liar!

And you're not my brother.

[bird squawking]

[clicking tongue]

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

[in French]
You OK, Marseille?

[Marseille, in French]
Yeah.

I heard your number called last night.
How was it?

Good. They decided I'm innocent.
I'm going home tomorrow.

Oh yeah?

Look up.

How did you get this?

[Marseille, in French]
My interrogator.

I gave her a name.

You shouldn't do that.

Yeah, I know.

Now they'll make someone else
suffer like us.

Yes. I told them...

Omar Sharif.

[laughs]

- Not?
- Yes, yes it's true.

[Marseille, in French] The American don't know shit
that isn't American.

Kick the ball over here?

- Did you hear me?
- Yes, fine.

[boy, in Arabic] Mohamedou!
Mum says come home now.

[sheep bleats]

[in Arabic]
A letter came from your school.

You won the scholarship to
Germany.

[Mohamedou, in Arabic]
What's wrong?

Praise be to God.

They say you are an exceptional
student.

But we will lose you.

[Mohamedou in Arabic] I won't go if you don't want me
to.

What? Are you crazy?

Will you waste this opportunity?

You must go.

You are our hope.

[door opens]

[door closes]

That's a lot of case files.
[sighs]

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] ...by
Virginia Tech so far today...

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.

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. Hmm?

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.

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.

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.

Sure.

[door buzzes]

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.

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.

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 rattle]

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]

[male guard]
Give me your hands. Move.

[in French]
Marseille? Is that you?

[Marseille, in French]
Yeah.

What you doing,
motherfucker?

[Marseille, in French] You should learn English from your
books, not the guards.

[in French]
OK.

Is something wrong?

I received a letter from my
wife.

That's good.

No?

It's a letter. It's not my wife.

You have a family, children?

- [man on TV, indistinct]
- [woman speaks Arabic]

- Voller!
- Goal!

[in Arabic]
Always there when you need him.

Mm.

[breathes heavily]

[in Arabic] The doctor told me this would
help.

Do you want a boy or a girl?

[man speaking German on TV]

[in Arabic] You know the Soviets kidnap women
in helicopters now?

They take them to their bases
to rape them.

We should be doing something.

The mosque is collecting
donations.

Money!

Volunteers are giving their
lives!

So we should just give up our
life here?

What life?

A new car, a big house, kids?

Shouldn't life be about more
than that?

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.

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
because of phone call.

You are so sharp.

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] Hey Marseille, you've lost your
ball again.

[Marseille, in French] It's yours, keep it. I don't
need it.

They're letting you go?

[Marseille, in French]
None of us are ever getting out.

They can't keep us here forever.

Don't let them take your faith.
One day you will be home, brother.

Marseille is on the ocean?

Yes.

Nouakchott also.

When I am home, I will lie in
bed,

listening to the waves.

Can you hear them?

The sea always sounds the same.

Close your eyes.

Listen.

Dream of home.

[Marseille] Oui.

Don't give up.

It's over.

[male guard] Let's go.

- [dog barks]
- Move.

Don't give up!

[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.

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]
O God, forgive our living,

and our dead,

those who are present among us,

and those who are absent,

[Mohamedou, prisoner]
our young,

and our old,

our male,

and our females.

O God, whoever You keep alive,

keep them alive in Islam,

[prisoners]
and whoever You cause to die,

cause them to die with faith.

God is greater.

Peace be with you.

[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!

[Mohamedou]
What are you doing?

No. No. No. No!

Where are you taking me?

[door closes]

Where's Teri?

- 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?
- 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.

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.

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

- Oh, I do.
- [Hannah laughs]

How's it going, Stu?
[exhales]

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 new 90210

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.

[Mohamedou 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]
Time to wake up.

- [female guard] Get up!
- [groans]

[Mohamedou]
Two thousand eighty-five...

[woman singing in Arabic]

- [whimpers]
- [heavy metal continues]

[man] Since you
refused to cooperate,

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

and bring her
into 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]
Are you Ramzi?

The kitchen is here, the
bathroom on the left.

Forgive me,

I have to work early in the
morning.

Make yourself at home.

That's it?
That's what happened?

[Ramzi in Arabic]
Who are they?

There has been confusion.

[in Arabic] Actually we talked until very
late.

All night.

Mohamedou was very passionate.

He recruited me to Al Qaeda.

Without him...

no way 9/11 would have ever
happened.

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

What?

Hey, Mohamedou.
Have some cake.

I'm not hungry.

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]
Mamma?

Are you real?

[Arabic continues]
I'm so happy to see you.

[screams]

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

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?

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.

[speaking Arabic] In the name of God, the merciful.
Help me, have mercy on me.

Save me from the wolves that
surround me, O Most Gracious!

[door opens]

Sir...

You tell... Captain Collins...

I would like to confess.

[cheering on TV]

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]

[coos]

[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.

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.

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...

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]

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.

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... ♪

♪ 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... ♪

[Dylan] ♪ Just to know
That you are near ♪

Provided by explosiveskull
https://twitter.com/kaboomskull

♪ 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]

[song fades]