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CAR HORN BEEPS

MUSIC PLAYS

THEY LAUGH

Are you sure you want to do this,
Mrouj? You're feeling well enough?

Baba, yes, for the tenth
and last time. Stop stressing.

- Do you think that it will be over?
- I hope not.

Not until I've eaten, at least.

It will solve nothing, Sawsan.

It will mean change.

Iraq needs to change.

- How do I look?
- You've really made an effort.

Is that a clean uniform?

ALL SING TO TUNE OF HAPPY BIRTHDAY:
♪ Sana Helwa ya Gameel ♪

♪ Sana Helwa ya Gameel ♪

♪ Sana Helwa ya Sawsan ♪

♪ Sana Helwa ya Gameel. ♪

APPLAUSE

SINGING ON TV

Sawsan. Sawsan, enough of the dancing.
Not in front of your uncle.

Baba, it's my birthday.

- That's no excuse.
- Muhsin, I said that she could.

And Aunt Maha is the boss.

- Yes, I am the boss.
- See what I have to deal with.

Can you see this one move?

Baba, that's rude.

I've heard enough of
"glorious Iraq", I'm sorry.

- You think we are all stupid?
- I will not have us talk war.

I say let them come, the Americans.

As long as you don't say it too loudly.

It will mean an end to him.
It will mean freedom, democracy.

- Eat. Come on, all of us, let's eat.
- Looks delicious, Maha.

It tastes delicious too.

EXPLOSIONS

PAN SIZZLES

You're supposed to be fasting.

- I'll make just half a cup.
- Morning, Baba.

Good morning. Sleep well?

Mmm, at times. I dreamt of yoghurt.

The water is on.
Should I fill the buckets and pans?

- Done.
- Good boy.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

Stay away from the balcony.
They will see you with your tea.

- The imam or the Americans?
- God!

HE LAUGHS

LOUD BOOM NEARBY

MUSIC PLAYS

PHONE RINGS

- Yes?
- Mrouj, it's Uncle Nidal.

I need to speak to your father
about Sawsan.

ALARM BLARES

Muhsin, I don't know what to say,
I feel responsible.

Sawsan's friends,
they saw her last when?

Her friends from the university say
that she has not been attending.

- You didn't know? You didn't notice?
- What am I supposed to do,

follow her each morning,
question her each night?

She spoke of her classes.

I'm not her father.

Nidal, I know you're not her father.
I am her father.

She should have been at home.
She should have been with me.

You have been good to her. And to me.

Has she stayed out all night before?

- No, never.
- Only when it has been agreed,

when it's family you can trust.

What time did she leave
the house yesterday?

Her normal time, 7am.

- So she has a routine?
- Yes.

So then she must be going somewhere,

- if not to the university.
- Yes.

Did she seemed distracted, worried?

- Was her behaviour normal?
- Yes.

Did you or Sawsan have any threats?

- No.
- Any arguments with other families?

None, none.

- Any debts?
- Do you have any debt?

Nidal, I need to ask these questions.

Is there a chance she could have
been abducted for ransom?

I have no debts, I have no ransom, none.

I need you to write down everything
you have told me. Every detail.

Her friends, her teachers,

the addresses, phone numbers
of her friends, anything.

I need to see inside her room.

SAWSAN'S VOICE: Are you afraid, Baba?

Sawsan did not return
from university yesterday.

She has not been attending university.
She is missing.

She has been working
for the Coalition Authority,

for the Americans.

Which now is a very dangerous
thing to be doing.

Mrouj...

Did you know?

Yes.

She said she was translating papers.

She gave me dollars.

I should have told you.

Sisters have their secrets, it's normal.

Did she ever tell you who gave her
this work, who arranged it?

- Did she say?
- No.

She mentioned no one, she gave no name?

But her professor is Professor Rashid.
A woman.

- OK.
- I know that she liked her.

I want you to look
at this list of names.

- Not now, later.
- OK.

Think.

Is there anyone
she mentioned more than the others?

- Are there any names missing?
- OK.

We will do everything
we can to find her.

You and me.

SHE SOBS QUIETLY

Almost there, Mr Kibbert.

- Not far.
- Has this all been entirely necessary?

You cannot be seen. Meetings
like this do not happen in Iraq.

I guess not.

Sanaa, you know her father's dead?

She has no brothers.
I'm her elder cousin.

- You're privileged, Mr Kibbert.
- Understood.

I am fond of Candy.

Sanaa.

My intentions are good, honourable.

My cousin's very beautiful.

DOOR OPENS

Zahra?

Sanaa?

Sanaa, we're here.

- Candy?
- Maybe I should just leave.

Sanaa?

This way.

Follow me, Mr Kibbert.

HE GASPS

BLOWS LAND

You will tell me the names of
the men who attacked my cousin,

or I swear I will kill you.

MAN CRIES OUT

WOMAN: Tell them about the reward!

No. No, I never.

You?

No. Who is he?

Clark Kibbert. He's a US citizen.

Move along.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

Good morning.

I'm Zubeida Rashid.

The young woman you spoke
to just now, she is your student?

Do you know her?

No, but I know the look on her face.
Worry.

At the very least.

Several weeks ago,
she received a death threat.

From who?

Could be any one of the 20 groups,
righteous or criminal.

Her crime that she is a woman,
with her own ideology.

- It is a concern.
- Very much so.

My daughter. Sawsan.
She worked within your department.

She is missing.

She has not been home for two nights.
Tonight will be the third.

I'm truly sorry she's missing.

She has been earning dollars.

I have seen them.

Have you seen an identification
pass like this before?

I'm sorry.

I have nothing more to say.

My daughter is missing.

There's a chance
she may have been kidnapped.

There is the possibility that
she has already been killed.

I think you should leave now.

Is it possible she had also been
given a note? A threat?

Yes. She is an intelligent,
patriotic woman.

Patriotic?

Sawsan, like many,
believe in a secular and free Iraq.

But as her father, you will know that.

She is young and impressionable.

Where is this free Iraq? Show me.

Look inside yourself.

I would like a list of names of all
the people Sawsan has worked with.

I'm sorry,
you're not an inspector any more.

- I'm a father.
- You have no authority.

- You will soon be a trespasser.
- She is missing. Did you not hear?

I have another appointment.

Why do you not appear surprised
she has disappeared?

Because women in today's Iraq...

...have a habit of disappearing.

I will pray she is safe.

The pomegranates are supposed to
be good for you. Your kidneys.

They taste good.

Pop?

Do you believe she is alive?

Yes.

The professor knows
more than she is saying.

In the beginning, Sawsan
was in favour of the Americans.

But not any more.

- She was earning dollars.
- I don't believe she would help them.

Not simply for money.

Why risk herself working for people
she did not like or trust?

She wouldn't.

I looked at the list you gave me.

I don't remember her talking
about any of these people.

Not recently.

She sometimes spoke of friends she
called Candy and Laura. As a joke.

- Candy and Laura?
- Yes.

Western names like Susie?

DOGS BARK

Why can't the Americans
repair the electricity?

Because they are only good at war.

Want me to read you poetry tonight?

No. Thank you.

I'm ready to sleep.

You're brave.

Like your mother.

THEY SING HAPPY BIRTHDAY

It's not a toy, it's a responsibility.

- You're getting older now.
- I want one.

When you're old enough, Sawsan.

We'll see, when you're old enough.

I want one.

HE SCREAMS

CHAOTIC YELLING

Papa!

Yes!

Yes! All you had to do was ask.

Papa!

Make the fucker compliant.

We've got him, sir.
Confirmed three of diamonds.

HE QUESTIONS HIM IN ARABIC

Yes, yes! I am Mr Kadr al-Khafaji.

Good, we're getting somewhere.
Now will he confirm that he served

as party chairman and
commander in the militia?

No. No, fucking no. I am police.

- Not militia.
- Ask him in Arabic.

HE ASKS HIM IN ARABIC

No!

I am Inspector Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji,

with the Iraqi police service,
Baghdad Central police station.

I am not militia.

I've never been, never.
IPS, look at my files.

You burnt your files.

Not the archives, we never burn
the archives. Look at my files.

I respectfully suggest that
you are looking for someone else.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Mr Temple, I have an urgent request
from Holding Facility Number Two.

The Three of Diamonds is claiming
not to be the Three of Diamonds.

I know you can see me, Frank.
I know you heard me.

Just leave it right there,
Parodi, I'll deal with it.

Urgent was the operative word
in that sentence.

I'll wait for a file of one
Inspector Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji,

IPS Baghdad.

It'll need to be located and copied.
No file leaves this office.

I'll wait.
I like the taste of your coffee.

- I'll deal with this, sir.
- Thank you, Megan.

You know you're wasting
your time, Frank,

finding and retraining Iraqi police
officers. They're not interested.

True story?

It's my boys that stand guard
over Baghdad Central police station,

and it's my boys who deal with all
the shit that comes through the door.

Iraqi police services
do nothing but watch TV

and polish their pistols. Fact.

They flat out refuse
to go out on the street.

Have you found your missing
American citizen yet, Captain?

What's his name? Kibbert.

- We will.
- Dead or alive?

The former, I would guess.

You are military police.

Your job is to prevent Chad kicking
the shit out of Chuck, and that's it.

- I know those guys!
- You're not real actual police.

Did they not tell you?
And those recruits you're talking about

that lack nothing except leadership,
senior officers,

the very men your president in his
limited wisdom decided to dismiss.

And you're the one to put it right.
You wear a cape, not a coat.

- Fuck off, Parodi.
- Oh, that's fuck off, Captain Parodi.

And a word to the wise, Frank.

Do not diss the president, not here.

Me, I couldn't care less,

but it's still called the Republican
Palace for a reason.

Party members everywhere.

Megan, I'll have a copy
of that file, please.

- Translated.
- Sure.

Thank you.

You think he's a dick too, right?

No, sir.

He's a dick.

MAN STRUGGLES TO BREATHE

Argh!

- Cigarette?
- Of course he'll have a cigarette.

Hates Americans
but loves their tobacco, huh?

Which one of you is
Muhsin Kadr al-Khafajl?

Can you bring us some tea, please?

And we'll take a biscuit if you have it?

A cookie.

You'll be relieved to know

we've determined you're not the
Three of Diamonds after all.

Then I can leave?

One thing does not follow the other.

These are not my clothes.

I really don't care. Erm...

My name's Temple, Frank Temple.

Like you, I'm not military,
never have been.

Like you, I have a police background,

Metropolitan Police, London, England.

I left my second career in business
to come to Iraq. I want to help.

As much as I can.

May I see my daughter,
please, Mr Temple?

She is sick.

Yes, we'll talk about that.

- You are an inspector in the IPS?
- I was.

Twice over.

You were promoted then demoted.

Then worked your way back up the ladder.

What was the reason for your fall?

It's in your file, but I'd prefer
your own words.

My son, Tareq.

He was arrested as a dissident
and executed.

But you remained loyal to Saddam?

I remained loyal
to my wife and daughters.

What happened to your wife? Your truth.

She died.

Cancer.

And sanctions.

Where is my daughter?

DOOR OPENS

Here.

DOOR CLOSES

Please.

I've been reading some of
your memos and reports.

I have access to the archive.

As well as being a detective,
you were an analyst, a strategist.

Yes.

I believe that men like you,
Inspector...

...are Iraq's future.

I'd like you to visit me tomorrow.

Or we can talk a little
longer right here.

Visit you where?

The Green Zone.

The Republican Palace no less.

I will not work for you.

Keep the appointment,
that's all I ask for now.

Bring your daughter.

Bring Mrouj.

If you wish, I can arrange
for her to see a doctor.

Get the dialysis she needs.

A functioning society
begins with law and order,

Inspector.

The entire criminal justice
system's being rewritten.

We've got experts
working on it right now.

Experts?

But what we really need is people.

People of integrity.

You can help me identify those people.

Men like you.

This'll get the two of you
through the gates.

Checkpoint three.

There. That's my pitch.

Join me.

I pay in dollars.

HE SIGHS

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

HE OPENS BARRIER

Mrouj.

Mrouj.

It's Baba.

She's sleeping.

I called hoping you had news of Sawsan.

Mrouj told me what had happened.

And she sounded afraid.

SOFT MOAN

HE SOBS

What happened to your moustache?

SHE POURS TEA

It was confiscated.

It will be sent to Washington
as an example of Iraqi culture.

SHE LAUGHS

THEY CHUCKLE

Thank you for coming here.

I couldn't not come.

HE SIGHS

We should have left years ago.

I would stay longer, but I can't.

Of course.

I will find you a taxi.

That is not necessary.
Omar will be waiting.

Professor, I allowed myself to believe

that you may have been
responsible for my arrest.

I apologise.

You must do everything
you can for Mrouj.

Everything.

She's your country now.

MUFFLED SCREAMING AND WAILING

LOUD SOBBING

SHOUTS CONTINUE

SHOUTS CONTINUE

MUFFLED SCREAMS

JAUNTY MUSIC

MUSIC SLOWS

MUSIC INTENSIFIES

Sanaa!

SOUNDS DISTORT

MUFFLED SPEECH

DRAMATIC MUSIC

AMERICAN SOLDIER:
..be ready. Be prepared...

HELICOPTOR WHIRS OVERHEAD

I was about to say the exact same thing.

Read the signs and be ready.

Be prepared. That way,
the line will move more quickly.

Have a good day, sir.

Read the signs and be ready.

We can go back if you want to, Baba.

No. We've come this far.

We keep going.