All language subtitles for Baghdad.Central.S01.E04.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.Cyrillic.RGzsRutracker

What you provided, I believe,
was a cabal.

-[gunfire]
-Ah!

[tyres screeching]

Sawsan! Sawsan!

I could knock on doors
and ask questions
that you never could. Never.

Do you know him?

I do not.

[Megan]
And this is Temple's trailer.

[theme music]

[soldier] Let's go!

[plane engines roaring]

[radio chatter]

[soldier] Go, go, go, go!

US Army! Hands up!

[soldiers shouting]

[Parodi] US Army. Remain calm!

We know this is the house
of Sanaa Hussain!

She will make herself known!

Fucking now!

[gun cocks]

[Sawsan]
Why can't you help my brother?

Your son. Why upsetting
Mama who's sick?

Sawsan, you should have
left for school.

You will be late.

Are you afraid, Baba?

Afraid to fight for your son?

[translator]
Sir, this house is in mourning.

-She's saying her daughter
just died.
-Sanaa?

-Yes.
-Then ask her how she died.

I would like you to confirm that
they're mourning Sanaa Hussain
and ask how she died.

Say it.

Picture, the photograph.

This your daughter, right?

May I take a look?

This is your daughter Sanaa,
yes?

Yea.

And that I know
is Zahra Boustani.

Who's this girl here?

She doesn't know.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Give them money
to repair the door. Let's go.

[banging]

[gun cocking]

[tense music]

Fuck!

Khafaji.

Can I join you?

You're looking good, inspector.
Very...official.

Baghdad's feeling safer already.

You have anything to tell me?

-About Fadhil Al-Bakr?
-Yes.

Business card belongs to
the mercenaries, as you can see.

The address written is the house
where Fadhil was killed.

Fadhil Al-Bakr himself
was not an insurgent.

He was a criminal who had
links to Hamilton Baker.

And, I believe, to Frank Temple.

It's Temple's house.

He should in interrogated,
questioned.

Fact.

Temple did not kill Kibbert.

But he was responsible,
I believe.

Why bring Kibbert
to a Coalition safehouse?

Why hide him inside the house?

Why not hang him on a lamppost
for the world to see.

It was a warning.

A warning to Temple.

Who has arrived
and is walking this way.

Frank.

Your man here
is spending the day with me.

Inspector Khafaji
has work to do.

-For me, yes.
-No, at his desk.

He's my employee,
he works for my department.

And here I am believing
we're all on the same team.

He's with me. I need him.

Find yourself another secretary.
I'll see you outside
in 47 minutes.

You can lose the uniform.

I said nothing. I did nothing.

He joined me.

You will continue to say nothing
and do nothing,

apart from the work given to you
by my department. Understood?

Not quite.

Do not push it.

I'm not in the mood.
You work for me.

If I refuse Captain Parodi,
what will happen to me,
to my daughter?

You work for me!

What were you talking about?

Fadhil Al-Bakr.

The Iraqi man found dead
in your safehouse.

The captain wants to find out
who he was,

what he did to survive
before and after the invasion.

Liberation.

Show a little gratitude.

He was a criminal involved in
slavery and prostitution.

I've lost a key...

to my trailer.
Have you seen it at all?

No.

It was in my jacket pocket.

It's always in my jacket pocket.
I take my jacket off
in the office.

That's it.

Do you have another key?

I believe it was stolen,
not lost.

Have you checked the inside...

Stolen from my office.
Who would have the guts
to do that?

I don't know.

This land, Iraq. Baghdad.

It corrupts.

You will tell Captain Parodi
that you cannot assist him
with his investigation.

You will tell him your purpose
is higher.

Sir, I believe it would be
better coming from you...

In short, you'll tell him
to fuck off, inspector.

Remember what the stakes are.

You do not leave your desk, not
today, not even to take a piss.

Do I make myself understood?

Perfectly, sir.

May I ask,

why'd you believe the key
to your trailer was stolen?

Was something taken?

Something of value?

I would report it, sir.

Crimes within the Green Zone
should not be tolerated.

Miss Ford. You'll inform
the hospital manager

that our agreement
with Inspector Khafaji
no longer stands.

His contract is terminated
and with it all medical
privileges for his daughter.

Sir, he'll be here. I'm sure.

She's only just began dialysis.

Also draft a letter advising
the military police

the likelihood of the
inspector's involvement
with war crimes.

War crimes?

Information which has only
recently come to light.

-Is that true?
-Just said it, did I not?

Yeah, but he's been
doing good work.

You chose him personally.

Was there no background checks?

Draft the fucking letter,
Miss Ford.

Some privacy, please.

Wait outside.

My money's gone.

-What?
-My money. My dollars.

My fucking future is gone.

Stolen from my trailer.

Did I not tell ya,
leave it with me in the safe?

Who coulda done that?

We're going to this address.
That street.

The person who lives there
could have done that.

-No, that's no good.
-We go in, we get out.

It's no good, Frank, there are
guns on every building.

-I want my money.
I want control.
-I'd like to avoid a firefight

-with toy soldiers
and insurgents.
-Every fucking cent I earned.

My time here could not have
been for nothing.

How much?

All of it.

How much for me and my boys?

Risking our lives
getting you there?

Don't be a twat.

20% of all future earnings.

You are being a twat.

For that you get control.

You get the girl, Zahra,
dead on a plate.

Jesus, Frank,
don't look so surprised.

We cannot allow her
to say one word. You know that.

I say we execute the bitch.

[heavy sigh]

[Parodi] What I'm interested in
are names.

Names of the women
who attended these gatherings.

Women like Zahra, Laura.

English names are fine.
I can cross-reference.

Cross-reference?

Zahra is Laura.

Candy is, was, Sanaa Hussain.
She's now dead.

-She died how?
-I don't know and
at this moment I don't care.

All I care about is finding
the other members of the cell.

There's a third girl.

At least.

Pretty certain of that.

[phone rings]

Sir, phone call from base.

Sir, it's Megan Ford.

[rock music playing]

[translator]
Mr Temple is here quite often.

So, maybe he was.

[Parodi] You were pushing
your own agenda, inspector.

[Muhsin] I asked about
the names of the young women.

[Parodi] Drew a blank.

Two things.

First, I accept that Fadhil
Al-Bakr is not an insurgent.

But there's others
still out there.

Second, you're now my prisoner.

-You are serious?
-It's got to be done.

Your past has
caught up with you.

-Hands behind your back, please.
-My past?

Your past, your history.

[sighs]

Is there not one person in the
entire United States of America

who understands my country?

Who has a fucking clue what
they are doing in my country?

That would be a no.

Thank you.

[tense music]

Wait, wait, wait.

[boy] Ibrahim! Ibrahim!

[men shouting]

We don't want any trouble. We...

We're here for one man.
One man only.

Muhsin al-Khafaji.

We're peaceful. Peaceful.
Salam.

There. There.

[angry shouting]

We're here for Inspector
Muhsin al-Khafaji. No one else.

He lives here, right?

He's moved it on.

But to where?

[glass smashing]

Do nothing! Do not fire!

Till we know
what the fuck's going on.

Why do you want the man
that live here, Khafaji?

He's taken something
that does not belong to him.

Bastard.

Amjad.

[distant gunfire]

I should never have asked you
to go into the Green Zone.

I'm sorry.

You asked us to watch
and listen.

That is all.

To gather information.

Everything else we did
was our own choice.

How is Zahra?

-Do you know?
-No.

I have asked indirectly
but they will not say.

We have seen enough
misjudgement, Sawsan.

It was a reckless thing to do
to fire the gun as you did.

I'm only sorry that I missed.

You find your voice...

They are not listening!

And they never will.

Did they listen to you?

Did they read your letters?
No, they did not.

Recklessness is not the answer.

Is it reckless to want to see
the guilty punished?

-And who are the guilty?
-Temple.

Temple for one is guilty.
Frank Temple.

He claims to be building
a new Iraq

when all he does is destroy.

Sanaa was as gentle
as she was beautiful.

She trusted them
to keep her safe.

To respect her.

They did not.

Then that is what we must say
to the world.

We leave and we speak out.

Sawsan, you have seen their new
laws. You know they cannot work.

The struggle is only just
beginning and it will be long.

But we must choose
our ground carefully.

The world does not care.

Then you make them care! You!

You have a choice to make.

Yes, you have a choice.

To present yourself
as the intelligent

and vital Iraqi woman
that you are.

A woman with knowledge.

A woman who can speak precisely

of the atrocities of this war
and occupation.

Or you can return to Amjad
and his soldiers.

And be looked down upon.

And, in all probability,
you will die.

Hear me, please.

Come back with me now.

I could not bear to lose you,
too.

[rumbling]

[door rattling]

Close the door behind me,
I'll be fine.

We'll be fine.

My money.

I know you have it
and I want it back. Where is it?

What money?

I can argue for you
or against you.

I can keep your daughter
in hospital.

Or I can have her thrown out
on the street.

Mr Temple, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

If you have misplaced
a sum of money,

I suggest you report it
to the Military Police.

I believe Captain Parodi
to be a reliable man.

You think he's gonna save you?

Save Mrouj?

I know where you live.

I've been there.

I found this.

Yours, I believe?

Not the past, the girl.

Nice-looking girl.

Nice tits, I seem to remember.

How did you earn your money,
Mr Temple?

How many houses have you
acquired with Coalition money?

How many women did
Fadhil Al-Bakr supply?

I assume the houses are
protected by the mercenaries,
yes?

-Shut your mouth.
-Men far away from home

and close to danger
will gladly pay for a woman.

It is what conquering soldiers
do. Fuck.

Rape. And you are
the facilitator.

What do you think liberty
and freedom looks like?

It's not a land of milk
and honey and dancing horses.

It's a land of business,
of market forces.

-Supply and demand.
-And abuse of power.

You know what?
Have fun in Abu Ghraib.

How much money have you lost?

Tens of thousands,
I would guess.

Money earned on the back
of women all gone.

You will give me back my money

or, I swear to God, you
and your daughter will suffer.

Oh, the interpreters
at the sports bar?

Er, decoration, I'm guessing?
Publicity maybe?

There to be seen but not touched

until one of them was taken.

[clapping] Good fucking work,
inspector!

Well done! Congratulations!

Final and last opportunity,
my money.

I'm wearing a wire.

They've been listening
to every word you say.

I must have taken it off
already. My mistake.

Welcome to Iraq.

[scoffs]

Yeah.

Uhh!

[spluttering]

[loud banging]

[Muhsin groaning]

[woman] Muhsin.

We are to blame for this.

-We are not to blame.
-We are to blame!

We are to blame
because we allow it!

And now it's gonna
cost us Tareq, our son.

[Douglas] Really
isn't necessary, you know.

Feel like kind of a fraud here.

Assure you I can walk.

You stay in the chair.
Your notes say dizzy
and lightheaded.

I'll check where
we're putting you.

[machines bleeping]

Hello there.

-Sorry for the wait.
-No problem, sweetheart.

Mrouj, this is Captain Parodi.

Hey.

Is it my father?

Where is he?

He's been arrested, Mrouj.

May I call you Mrouj?

Arrested but not yet charged.

Understand?

Uhh.

-I... I would like to see him.
-Not possible.

Not just yet.

I need your help, Mrouj,
to maybe save the life

of a young woman
down the hall there, Zahra.

I think your father
would approve, don't you?

He has been arrested for what?

Can't say. Sorry.

I want to see him.

You can help him by helping me,
Mrouj.

And you can help Zahra.

It's your call, your decision.

No threats, no arm twisting.
Your decision.

But you need to make it
right now.

[door opening]

[door closes]

Zahra.

My name is John Parodi and I'd
like you to co-operate with me.

In return...

[over wire]
I can try and help you.

Help save you
from a whole lot of pain
at the end of which

you will have given up
everything you know.

Two men of Western origin
have been killed.

Murdered. Right here
on my doorstep.

I'm under a lot of pressure
to do something about it.

But, erm,

there's something pretty rotten
going on here.

Something these men knew about.

Something you know about?

You have a friend, I'm told,

who was taken
from the Al-Rasheed hotel
and attacked, am I right?

And you have a second friend
who was there, too, I think.

I'd like names.
Both Western and Iraqi.

The only thing I'm interested in
is justice. Believe me.

I want you to give up
your friends' names.

Where and when the attack
took place.

And the names of the Western men
involved.

I'm offering a way forward here.

A way out.

The least worst option.

I'll wait outside.

[door closes]

Zahra.

Sisters.

I brought you some
disgusting sweet tea.

The way you guys
seem to like it.

Thank you.

Where is my daughter?

Which one?

Mrouj is safe.
Still at the hospital.

Sawsan. I have no idea.

Tell me something good.

Tell me something
you've been keeping from me.

I want you to reassure me,
inspector.

-About what?
-That you actually give a fuck
about my investigation.

About the attack
on Coalition personnel.

About three girls. Candy,

Laura and Suzy.

AKA Sawsan al-Khafaji.

All three stopped showing up
to work on the same day.

They are girls. Just that.

Kibbert was a fucking
accountant, just that.
He was tortured and executed.

All of this begins with Temple
and his safehouse.

-More likely houses!
-Secondary.

Begins with the rape
of an innocent young woman,

who could not live
with the shame.

Why is that secondary?
Why is that not a crime?

Because no one will come forward
and say it actually happened.

Because the liberation

is no longer a liberation.

All you can see is insurgents.

Because they behave
like insurgents.

What happened to your face?

Temple.

Really?

He's panicking.

Can I see Mrouj?

You cannot.

She's fine.

Until I say otherwise.

Tell me something good.

I will bring you Sawsan.

She has done nothing wrong.

I know her, she is my daughter,

but I will bring her to you.

Only to you.

And maybe she will stand up

and say what actually happened.

Where is she?

I will find her.

-You don't know.
-I will find her.

Then Mrouj can't leave
until you do.

-Don't wanna give up on you.
-[bangs on door]

I will find her.

Let him out. He's free to go.

[crickets chirping]

Sawsan!

[machine bleeping]

[insidious music]

[theme music]