You'll have to bend a lot.
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 there will be war?
I hope not.
Not until I've eaten, at least.
It'll solve nothing, Sawsan.
It will mean change.
Iraq needs to change.
How do I look?
You really made an effort.
Is that a clean uniform?
My ha!
Sawsan, Sawsan. Enough with the dancing.
Not in front of your uncle.
- But 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, Mrouj?
Baba, that's rude.
I've heard enough of glorious Iraq, I'm sorry.
They think we are all stupid.
I will not have us talk of war.
I say, let them come. The Americans.
As long as you don't say it too loudly.
It would mean an end to him. It would mean freedom.
Democracy.
Eat.
Come on, all of us, let's eat.
Looks delicious, Maha.
It tastes delicious, too.
You're supposed to be fasting.
I'll make just half a cup.
- Morning, Baba. - Good morning.
- Sleep well? - At times.
I dreamt of yogurt.
The water is on.
Should I fill the buckets and pans?
- Done. - Good boy.
Stay away from the balcony.
They will see you with your tea.
The Imam or the Americans?
God.
- Yes? - Mrouj, it's uncle Nidal.
I need to speak to your father about Sawsan.
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. Not really.
You didn't know? You didn't notice?
What are we supposed to do? Follow her each morning,
- question her each night? - She spoke of her classes.
I'm not her father.
Nadil, 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 a family you can trust.
What time did she leave the house yesterday?
Her normal time, 7:00 a.m.
- So, she has a routine? - Yes.
So, then, she must be going somewhere
- if not to the university. - Yes.
Did she seem 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 debts?
Nadil, 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.
Everything detail. Her friends, her teachers,
the addresses, phone numbers of her friends, anything.
I need to see inside her room.
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.
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.
Almost there Mr Kibbert.
Not far.
Has this all been entirely necessary?
You cannot be seen.
Meetings like this do not happen in Iraq.
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.
Zahra?
Sanaa?
Sanaa, we're here.
- Candy? - Maybe I should just leave?
Sanaa!
This way.
Follow me, Mr Kibbert.
You will tell me the names of the men who attacked my cousin
or I swear I will kill you.
Tell them about the reward.
Er, no. Er, no, I never.
You?
No. Who is he?
Clark Kibbert. He's a US citizen.
Move along.
Let's go! Let's go!
Good morning. I'm Zubeida Rashid.
The young woman you spoke to just now, she's 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? - It could be anyone
of the 20 groups, righteous or criminal.
A crime that she is a woman with her own ideology.
- It is a concern. - Very much so.
My daughter, Sawsan al-Khafaji,
she worked within your department. She is missing.
She's 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 is 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's 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 anymore.
- I am a father. - You have no authority.
- You will soon be a trespasser! - She is missing!
- Did you not hear me? - 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.
Baba.
Do you believe she's alive?
Yes.
The professor knows more than she is saying.
In the beginning Sawsan was in favour of the Americans.
But not anymore.
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 Susan?
Why can't the Americans repair the electricity?
Because they're 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.
It's not a toy, Tareq.
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.
- Yes! All you had to do was ask! - Baba! Baba!
Make the fucker compliant!
We've got him, sir. Confirmed three of diamonds.
Yes, yes, I'm Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji.
Good, we're getting somewhere.
Now will he confirm he serves as party chairmen
and commander in the Kadasia militia?
What? No.
No, fucking, no.
I'm police. Not militia.
Ask him in Arabic.
No!
I am Inspector Muhsin Kadr al-Khafaji.
With the Iraqi Police Service, Baghdad Central police station.
I'm not militia.
I've never been. Never.
- I.P.S. 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're 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.
I.P.S. 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 it, 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.
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,
lack nothing expect 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 cap not a coat.
- Fuck off, Parodi. - That's fuck off, Captain Parodi.
And, 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.
Cigarette?
Of course, you love a cigarette.
Hates Americans but loves their tobacco?
Which one of you is Muhsin al-Khafaji?
Could 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.
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 I.P.S?
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 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?
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 Iraqi'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.
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 will get the two of you through the gates.
Checkpoint Three.
There, that's my pitch.
Join me. I pay in dollars.
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.
what happened to your moustache?
It was confiscated.
It will be send to Washington as an example of Iraqi culture.
Thank you for coming here.
I couldn't not come.
We should have left years ago.
I would stay longer but I can't.
Of course, erm, 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 apologize.
You must do everything you can for Mrouj.
Everything. She's your country now.
Candy!
Please! Candy!
Samaa! Samaa!
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.