You fucking coward, why don't you...
Explain the phone calls.
l... I can't.
Is Fatima here?
There's...
There's a problem, Abasi.
I don't know where Fatima is.
But she was staying with you.
I went away...
Away for work.
You left her alone?
When was the last time you saw her?
Six days ago.
Six days ago?
She's been seeing a boy.
She said he was a school friend.
Just a friend.
What's his name?
I don't know if she's with him.
What's his name?
Khalid.
Khalid who?
I don't know his last name.
I'm sorry.
This is Douglas.
Douglas Freeman?
That's right. Who is this?
Corrine Whitman. Lee Mayers speaks very highly of you.
Oh, thank you.
How are things progressing?
Uh, he's not cooperating.
Well, that's why he's there...
so you can help along.
I don't think that he has any helpful information.
Really?
Well, I'm told otherwise.
I understand that.
Is your opinion shared by Mr. Fawal?
Well, Mr. Fawal doesn't care if he gets information.
He-He-He-He'll just keep trying to get information...
whether he gets...
- any information or not. - Is this opinion shared by Mr. Fawal?
No.
No. I see.
You're new to this, aren't ya?
This is my first torture.
The United States does not torture, Douglas.
Let me tell you something. This is how this works.
You worry about getting the information...
and I will worry whether the information you get is helpful.
Okay? You focus on the job.
FBI and Interpol have nothing.
He's been in and out of the States a dozen times.
Conferences, lecture tours...
but Immigration has never had a problem.
Could he be dirty?
Does it make any difference?
Hell, yes. Who's this?
Sharon Lopez, I think.
Mrs. Lopez, nice to see you.
Thank you so much for your support on the micro loan bill.
My pleasure.
Look, the only point you need to make...
is that he's disappeared without any kind of judicial reviews.
So, then you'd like to go public?
Absolutely.
When this thing breaks, you'll be on the right side of it.
She's here.
Alan, be nice.
Ms. Whitman. Sorry. Forgive the interruption.
Alan Smith, Senator Hawkins' office.
Oh. How is the senator?
Flush. Approval's over 60. Not a contender in sight.
Oh, view must be great from there.
I was wondering if I might have a word with you.
Oh.
Of course.
Um, I'm inquiring about a constituent's husband.
- Uh-huh. - Anwar El-Ibrahim.
Does that name sound familiar?
No. I'm afraid it doesn't.
Egyptian?
- Mr. Smith? - Yeah.
I'm afraid that this is not the appropriate time or place...
- to have this conversation. - No, I apologize...
but, um, I called your office...
and I couldn't get an answer...
and I don't really know what I should do.
Well, I gave you my answer.
Name's not familiar to me.
Um, what if the press were to get a hold of this?
They might say that a dedicated family man, an NYU graduate...
has been detained without any charges...
without access to a lawyer...
- just swirled away to God knows where. - Darlin'...
before you launch into your big speech...
why don't you ask your boss...
how badly he really does want to stick his neck out...
for a terrorist?
Well, he might for due process.
Maybe I should have a copy of the Constitution...
sent to your office.
What are you taking issue with?
The disappearance of a particular man...
or a national security policy?
You have him.
I didn't say that.
Yeah. I'll say it.
Mr. El-Ibrahim should be brought back to the U.S.
If he's guilty, try him. If not, let him go home.
Mm-hmm. Honey, this is nasty business.
There are upwards of 7,000 people...
in central London alive tonight...
because of information that we elicited just this way.
So maybe you can put your head on your pillow...
and feel proud for saving one man while 7,000 perish.
But I got grandkids in London...
so I'm glad I'm doing this job, and you're not.
Unless your grandkid is Anwar El-Ibrahim.
Let me get a copy of the 9/11 Commission report...
over to your office in the morning.
You sleep well now.
Khalid.
Smile.
Wait, I want one with Fatima.
Fatima. Come get in the picture.
Smile.
Brothers and sisters.
Sorry to stop the music.
I just need to make a few points...
before the march tomorrow.
Remember, the streets will be lined with police.
We must remain calm.
We will show the world...
We will show the world that we have had enough.
That we won't take it anymore.
Enough!
Khalid!
- Khalid! - Omar!
Omar!
The boy's name is Khalid El-Emin.
Khalid El-Emin?
I got it from the school.
Father's in Paris.
Mother's dead.
His brother, Fadil, had multiple arrests.
We had him for a while.
We let him go?
He died.
Where's the boy?
We don't know.
We're trying to find an address for him.
Then why are you standing here like an idiot?
Go!
Find him!
Move!
Khalid, where are we going?
Who is it?
It's Khalid. They've taken Omar.
Open, open.
They took Omar.
Go in the kitchen and boil some water.
So we can clean him up.
You should not have brought her here.
What are we going to do about her?
Leave her out of it.
I'm not going to her house.
You've got to understand, she is not her father.
Then we will do it another way.
They have Omar.
They will make him talk.
Over.
It is over.
Then...
we must do it now.
Remember your brother.
She called you?
Yes, she did.
She didn't like the way you approached her in public.
Well, she wouldn't return my calls.
Well, Alan, she's not obliged to.
You have a personal stake in this...
so let me show you what she gave me.
For a year, NSA has been tracking calls...
from Rashid Salimi.
Last week, a number they say was one of his...
was tracked connecting to a cell phone...
registered to your guy.
- Salimi called Anwar? - Maybe.
Maybe. What do you mean "maybe?"
Did he contact him, or didn't he?
I said maybe. You know these guys.
They give away their cell phones.
They switch numbers.
He could have passed the phone to somebody related to Ibrahim.
We don't know.
Or somebody passed it on to somebody...
who passed it on to somebody.
- Who knows, right? - Yeah. Who the fuck knows?
But there could be a connection.
Now, you wanna bet your career on something...
that could go either way?
I don't.
We got a bill we're trying to get passed.
This business of yours is just gonna muddy things up.
You wanna be the guy who never has to compromise...
then go join Amnesty International.
In this business here, to get things done...
you gotta give, and you gotta take.
You got it?
If we're gonna get into a fight about rendition...
it's gotta be the right fight at the right time...
and it's gotta be a watertight case, and this ain't it!
But, listen.
I knew Anwar.
Okay? He was a solid guy.
We'II, isn't that interesting?
That's exactly what they said about Mohammad Atta in Hamburg.
You start pushing this thing...
they're gonna scream national security...
at the top of their lungs...
and you and I are gonna be called bin Laden lovers.
You want that? I don't!
Back off!
I got a meeting.
- Good morning. - Morning, Samantha.
Alan, Isabella's here.
Can I get you a hot tea?
No, I'm okay. Thank you.
- Hi. - Hey.
So, what's happening?
- Uh... - What do you have?
Have a seat. Here.
Want some coffee?
No. I can't drink coffee, Alan.
That's right.
What is it?
What do you have?
Okay.
You need a lawyer, Izzy.
There is evidence that Anwar has been in contact...
with a terrorist group called El-Hazim.
What?
What evidence?
It's classified.
Classified. What does that mean?
That means that I'm the wrong person...
to be looking into this for you.
Alan, I know everything that you're doing for me...
and I'm sure this must be hard for you.
I'm not naive.
Maybe I even expected the worst.
But please, please don't let that happen.
Please don't be one of those people who just turns away.
I'm sorry.
There's just nothing else I can do.
What is it they say he's done?
I don't really know.
You don't know?
Well, who does know?
Because I need someone to look me in the eye...
and tell me exactly what it is they say he's done.
What has he done, Alan?!
That's the name of a lawyer...
who really knows his way around Washington.
You should take it, Izzy.
Isabella.
Tomorrow at 11:00, she'll be here.
Thank you.
Please.
Please! Please! God! No more!
I want to know what else Rashid is planning.
I want names. I want addresses.
I want to know about future attacks.
Do you understand?
I don't know.
If you died here today, right now, who would miss you?
Your wife would eventually remarry.
Your son would call another man "father."
Why are you doing this to yourself?
No, no. No, no, no, no.
Enough. Enough. Enough!
This is my interrogation.
You observe, Douglas, nothing more.
Put the gag on.
- Put the gag on. - No. No.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Wait! Wait! Wait! He contacted me a year ago.
Who contacted you?
Rashid.
How?
He called me...
on my cell phone.
What? What did he want?
Information.
What information?
Chemical composition to increase explosive power.
- Did you give him that information? - Yes.
Did you ever speak with any of his aides?
Yes.
Names.
Did he pay you?
How much?
Forty thousand.
Where is the money?
I haven't received it yet.
When was he gonna give it to you?
When I was in South Africa.
Why South Africa?
I didn't want a large amount of money...
being wired to me in America.
Where is the money?
I don't know.
The courier didn't show up.
Names.
Hey, it's the man of the hour.
- Congratulations, Alan. - Didn't I tell you?
You beat 'em on this one, huh?
- Yes. - Congratulations.
- A great day for us. - Did I tell you?
- You told me. - Congratulations.
Come. I'm not going to hurt you. Come.
Where?
To a bigger cell.
Come.
Do you know what they will do to Omar?
Do you?
Douglas, it's 5:00 in the morning.
What is this?
1990 Egyptian soccer team.
- I Googled it. - Okay.
1990 is the year Anwar left Egypt for America.
Those are the men that he said were members...
of the El-Hazim Brigade.
It's a fucking soccer team.
This is why you've got me out of bed?
To show me he's a liar?
He said that... that Rashid paid him $40,000.
- Well, that's a big incentive. - He makes $200,000 a year.
Why would somebody who... who makes $200,000 a year...
risk his life and his family for $40,000?
We have a saying. "Beat your woman every morning.
"If you don't know why, she does."
I don't know what that means.
If you don't have the stomach for this...
then you should ask to be reassigned.
Douglas, I can't help you.
We have a saying, too. Do you know Shakespeare?
Of course, I know Shakespeare.
"I fear you speak upon the rack...
where men enforced do speak anything."
Saeed.
In all the years you've been doing this...
how often can you say...
that we've produced truly legitimate intelligence?
Once?
Twice? Ten times?
I mean, just give me a statistic.
Give me a number.
Give me... Give me a fucking pie chart.
I love pie charts.
Anything. Anything that outweighs the fact...
that if you torture one person...
you create ten, a hundred, a thousand new enemies.
What are you doing?
Those are his release forms.
Yes, I can see that.
I need you to sign them.
We brought him to you.
He's my responsibility.
Now I'm asking you to sign those.
Do you know what this will mean for you?
- Morning. - Good morning, Senator.
- Shall we go in? - Mrs. Whitman.
Yes?
My name is Isabella El-Ibrahimi.
I'm sorry.
My husband is Anwar El-Ibrahimi.
Please, just tell me where he is.
Please just let me talk to him.
I have no information on your husband, Mrs. Ibrahim.
Ma'am, I have a son. He's six years old.
What do I tell our son?
I'm very sorry for your distress.
I wish I could help you with your problem...
but I simply cannot.
My problem?
- My problem?! - Young lady, if you'll just leave...
- your name and information... - You have my name.
You have my home address.
You have my phone number.
- You have everything. - Let's go.
You have my husband!
Please don't walk away from me!
Just tell me where he is!
- Ma'am. - Just tell me he's okay!
- Ma'am. - Just... Stop!
Take your hands off me.
God damn it.
Oh!
Are you okay?
- Hello. - Hey, it's me.
Douglas?
I'm sorry to call you so early. I need your help.
Okay, can you meet me at my place in an hour?
Okay.
Thanks.
Hello.
Sorry to wake you, sir.
We have someone who knows your daughter.
Omar Adnan.
He was arrested by the riot squad last week.
He knows where the boy lives.
Khalid?
We're releasing El-Ibrahimi.
Tell them I'm coming down.
Hey.
Put on the clothes. We're leaving.
Put on the clothes.
Come on.
I do this in memory of my brother.
Come on.
Wait.
Okay. I want you to keep moving.
- I just want you to keep walking, okay? - No, no...
Just keep walking.
You do what I say.
Keep walking.
I gave you the release forms, okay?
They're signed by the Minister of the Interior.
Now, open the gate.
- Mr. Abasi... - Open the gate!
They overload these donkeys and cause accidents. Chaos.
Tea, please.
Okay.
Ahmid, what's goin' on?
Accident, sir.
Fuckin' traffic, man.
Khalid!
Why is he stopping?
Please, he's my father.
Khalid, please.
Please.
He's not going to do it.
Take him out.
Khalid!
Let's go, huh?
Come on. Come on.
When did he die?
God's will.
When?
A week ago.
They were just children.
Yes. Is this The Washington Post?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll hold.
- Did you get that stuff? - Yeah.
Thank you.
Yeah. Um, could you connect me to Editorial, please?
Here's your passport and green card.
Captain's name is Walna.
He'll take you to Malaga...
then you'll fly to Madrid, connect to Chicago.
Don't talk to anybody.
Don't say anything until you're back in the States.
Get on the boat.
Go.
Go!
What the fuck are you doing?
I just got a call from the consulate.
Do you have him?
No.
What do you mean no?! Where the fuck is he?!
Douglas, listen to me!
You are making a big mistake here!
And whatever it is that you think you're doing, stop now.
Douglas, lis...
I hear you. I have to call you back.
I didn't know if I should answer it.
It's all right. I'm going to get it.
I don't want that.
Corrine Whitman.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi there.