All language subtitles for Baghdad.Central.S01.E06.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.Cyrillic.RGzsRutracker

[Muhsin]
It is time for us to go.

-Sawsan?
-I will find her.

I am close. And then
we will leave as a family.

[Muhsin] Unless they think
Mrouj is still here

we cannot go.

Can you help me, Miss Ford?

With Mrouj?

You must know someone
who would rid the world
of Inspector Khafaji

for one thousand US dollars?

-Five thousand.
-Two.

-Because that's all I have.
-Agreed.

[Parodi] Zubeida Rashid, she could be the head of the snake.

Find her.

[alarm buzzes]

We've got an intruder.
Girl number three.

You do your job, I'll do mine.
You find me Zubeida Rashid.

I'd rather be
looking for Temple.

The intruder is here
for one man only.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

[theme music]

I'm sorry, but this store
is closed!

-[man speaks Arabic]
-There will be
no more admissions!

You're gonna have to go home,
turn around, come again
tomorrow!

This is for your safety!

We're dealing with
a security issue here!

[Nothin' by N.O.R.E. plays]

[he speaks Dari]

Inspector.

Bit out of your comfort zone,
I'd suggest.

I was in the need
of a drink.

And I needed to tell you that
someone is trying to kill you.

Oh, that?

Yes, in fact,
they tried already.

And failed.

Oh... Is that a gut punch?

Bitch did her best.

I'll come to the point.

You have my money.
I want it back.

You have Sawsan?

Roped and tied and in a very
secure place. You have my money?

Prove to me that you have her.
Let me speak to her.

I take that as a yes.

So we have a deal?

An exchange to arrange?

My money for
your daughter's life.

New phone?

Perfect.

Call me when
you want to do business.

Look forward to chatting.

[door bangs]

[Muhsin sighs]

[sighs heavily]

[taps number on phone]

[door bangs]

[gun parts rattle on the floor]

[car horn blares]

[Karl] Hi, Mr George Bush!

Eh, fuck out! Huh?

[Karl chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

Tell us where you want us
to be and when.

We will be there.

Thank you.

You should know that I have read
your file, your police file.

They say that Tareq was
identified as a threat to the
regime by his aunt and uncle.

Muhsin, that is
not how it happened.

Nidal, I know.

I know this.

It is a lie.

But because it is written...

[sighs]

I am sorry you have had to
live with the burden.

It was me, Muhsin.

I spoke once too loudly
at my hairdresser's.

And you know how he was making
us all sick with worry?

Maha, there is no blame here.

I knew as soon as
I opened my mouth.

Maha, you did nothing wrong.

I am the traitor here.

I gave everything
to the regime and...

they took my boy.

They denied my wife any kind
of medical treatment.

And still I wore my uniform.

Every memory is stained.

[Muhsin sighs]

I can trust only you
with the safety of Mrouj.

Only you.

We leave tomorrow.

God willing, I will bring Sawsan
to meet you at the border.

It is arranged.

[cockerel crows]

[car engine starts]

[indistinct chatter,
background rap music plays]

Hey!

Good morning.

-How are you feeling?
-She's good.

I'm good.

-Are we leaving?
-We are.

I brought you clothes, but we've
gotta be quick. You understand?

Yes.

[door rattling]

You might want
to change out of sight.

I'll go wait in the hall.

If anyone asks, we're just
getting some air, nothing more.

Good morning, Mrouj. Sleep well?

-Yes.
-Have you had
your bloods take today?

-Not yet.
-OK, well, I'll arrange it.

Just as soon as you've had
your breakfast.

-I'll, uh, see you later.
-Yes.

She a friend?

My father is busy.

She's kind enough to visit
on his behalf.

You're doing really well, Mrouj,
let's keep it up.

[Karl speaks Dari]

[engine starts]

[dog barks in the distance]

[engine stops]

-[mobile phone rings]
-Good morning, everyone.

[mobile rings,
man continues talking]

Parodi.

I'm outside
Zubeida Rashid's house.

Where? What address?

Al-Jadriya 329, Street 21.

A raid may be necessary.

Premises are walled.
She's not alone.

OK, good. We're coming now.

I'll be ready.

I'd almost given up.
Second thoughts, doubts?

Some. I want to be well.

But I cannot stay here.

We'll play it cool. Your uncle's
waiting on the other side.

[female soldier]
Alright, stay in line!

Move along!
Have your papers ready!

This young lady was being
treated at the hospital.
She now wishes to leave.

She got a pass to surrender?

-I... I don't know.
-She's Inspector Khafaji's
daughter.

She would still have a pass.

Well, can you not
just cancel it?

She wishes to leave.

Tell me your name again.

Megan Ford.
I work for Frank Temple.

She goes, you sign.

Sure.

So, go.

[woman soldier] Stay in line,
sir, stay in line!

Mrouj, I was beginning to worry.

My car's not far from here.

[male soldier] No more than
20 minutes out, sir.

Omar.

[cocks weapon]

[tense music]

[Temple] Why here? I feel sick.

[Evans] Don't you
fucking dare, Frank.

You get your money
and leave the rest to me.

What about him on the roof?

Big man, big target.

Alright, let's go.

[Temple]
I believe this is yours.

How do you want to do it?

You bring her to me.

I give you your dollars.

Is he with you? I want him gone!

He is not with me.

I want him down
or I'll shoot him down!

Then shoot him down!
He's not with me!

Anything untoward happens,

your daughter's
the first target, clear?

Very clear.

Let me see inside the bag.

Is that all of it?

Less five or six hundred.
Expenses.

Cute.

Toss it over.

Do not engage! Hold!

I will kill you!

Sawsan, come over here.

Come behind me, stay close.

Get ready to ribbon the fucker.

Don't... Don't do that, please.

Please, don't do anything
you'll regret.

All I want is my money
and I'm gone, for good.

The first plane out of here.

All I want is for you to pay
for what you have done.

[Rashid] Sawsan, in here now.

Don't... Don't kill me! Don't!

Don't kill me.

Don't do it!

Frank! Frank, get back here now!

Move, man, move!

[mercenary] Come on, Frank!

[automatic gunfire]

[panting]

[gunfire continues]

They have brought more men
than you said.

Five minutes is all we need.

[Evans] Right, leave it!
To the left!

[Sawsan] What happens
after five minutes?

[Rashid] We are being saved
by the Americans.

-[Muhsin] Where are you?
-Almost there.

"Almost" may not be good enough.

Who the fuck is being shot at?

Captain, we are under attack.
Temple and Evans are here.

They wish to kill
Zubeida Rashid. [sighs]

[line bleeps]

Fuck!

[helicopter blades whirring]

They're almost here.

We cannot sit here and wait
to be shot into pieces!

We will sit here to stay alive!

Do as I say for two minutes,
girl, that is all!

[automatic gunfire]

Ceasefire!

Give me a grenade.

[panting]

[explosion rumbles]

[panting]

[coughing and spluttering]

[heavy breaths]

[gunshot, shell tings]

[all panting]

[gunshot]

[tense music]

[screaming]

[helicopter buzzes overhead]

Go on.

[Evans] Everyone out! Let's go.

[mercenary]
Come on, lads. Let's go.

[gunshots, screaming]

Omar!

Omar! [sobbing]

-Omar!
-Sawsan!

[Rashid sobbing] Omar!

Omar!

Omar!

You all are fucking nailed!
On the ground! Get down!

Weapons down! Hands behind
your head and do not move!

Do not fucking blink!

-You too, Temple!
-We've done nothing wrong here.

If he moves, you have my
permission to shoot him dead.

Nothing wrong.
I'm a Coalition official.

Senior official
on Coalition business.

Weapons down,
hands behind your head.

We were fired upon
and we returned fire.

Rules of engagement
dutifully observed

as God and all these good men
are my witness.

Confiscate all ID's and weapons.
Hands tied.

Rules of engagement observed,
Captain.

Khafaji!

Inspector Khafaji!

It's Parodi!

Show yourself!

[tyres squeal]

[soldier]
OK, secure the weapons.

Let's get them
in the back of the van.

My bag is on the backseat.

-It's personal.
-Into the car, sir.

[Temple] Wh...? Wh...?

-Get right in the back.
-Where's my bag?

I want my bag found.

Where is it? I want it found!
You hear me?

Loud and clear, sir!
You lost a handbag.

I want it found.
I want it found!

Oi! Oi! You!

Hey!

I want it found!

Fuck!

We should not have left him.

What should we have done?
Should we have waited
to be arrested?

We should have
taken him with us.

Omar gave his life
for us to escape.

Escape to where?

We are going to meet Mrouj and
we are going to Jordan together.

This is not what I want.

What is it you want?

-Iraq is my home.
-You want more of what you
have seen today, bloodshed?

I want to fight.

[sighs] Fight for
who and for what?

I will fight for Sanaa, Zahra.

For Marouj, Tareq and for Mama.

Yes, because that is what Mama
would want you to do, for sure!

Huh? To pick up a gun and kill?
You believe that?

You went to the Green Zone, why?

To kill Temple?

Yes.

And if you had succeeded,
would Iraq have benefited
from his death?

He deserves to die.

This is my fault, my
responsibility, not Sawsan's.

Sawsan chose violence, not you.

He deserves to die.

"Let the Americans come,"
you said. "It will
mean democracy," you said.

-And I believed it.
-If it is democracy you want,
that is what you must fight for!

-So stop the car and let me out.
-Democracy!

Stop the fucking car
and let me out!

Stop the car!

Tareq, your only son.

Why did you let him
be executed?

You were a policeman.

-You remained a policeman.
-I could not prevent it.

Did you even try?

I could not prevent it.

I begged. I offered money.

I offered to banish him
from the country.
I offered my life for his.

I could not prevent it.

I remained a policeman
to avoid arrest.

Because if I had resigned, that
is what they would have done.

I had a family to take care of.

Protect.

I asked to take his place,
Sawsan.

[sighs]

[melancholic music]

[Marouj] Dust.

A car, there!

Is it them?

Cars.

[tense music]

They are behind us.

The United States of America.

[soldier on loudspeaker]
Pull over your vehicle!

[soldier speaking indistinctly]

[helicopter blades whirring]

What do I do?
I can't outrun them.

We're almost there.

Zubeida, you stop.

[helicopter blades whirring]

Who's inside?

Professor Zubeida Rashid
is the driver.

My daughter Sawsan
is in the backseat.

Neither are insurgents.

They can't tell you anything
you don't already know.
You have my word.

You may have noticed
a dead man at the house.

It is Omar.

An Iraqi, of course.

Temple intended to kill us all.
He had kidnapped Sawsan.

Is that so?

Yes, that is so.

Kidnapped for what purpose?

A ransom.

He believed I had stolen
the money he had earned
from prostitution.

And did you?

Yes.

To pay for medical treatment.

-Over the border?
-Yes.

Do you still have it?

No, Temple has it.

No, Temple does not.

I had given him the money
in exchange for my daughter.
I have my daughter.

[sighs] Have you checked
their vehicles?

I'll do that.

Evans claims he was fired upon
and returned fire.

I did not shoot at them,
not once.

Will they be charged
as criminals?

Not without witnesses.

And with witnesses?

I doubt it.

[sighs]

They'll maintain they were fired
upon and in all likelihood
be shipped home.

Controversy avoided.

Controversy?

Are we to be arrested?

These aren't the people
we're looking for.

Let's move out. Move out.

[soldier] Sir!

[laughs]
I don't belong in Iraq.

[Parodi sighs]

But if your country is going
to stand a chance,

I can't help believing
that you do, inspector.

Good luck.

[relieved sigh]

Baba.

Baba?

You cannot force me to leave.

You're right.

I cannot prevent you from
doing what you want to do.

You're right to want freedom.

Which is why I will leave.

To speak out.

For Tareq and Mama.

Living outside of Iraq does not
mean I am no longer Iraqi.

It does not mean
that I cannot fight.

I will make myself heard.

For my sisters and family.

Good.

Perfect.

[sighs]

The brave speak up
and speak out.

[sighs]

Sawsan!

Sawsan!

Sawsan.

Sawsan.

Sawsan.

[poignant music]

-[camera clicks]
-OK, flash is working.

[Muhsin's voice echoes]
That's it.

[theme music]