[Muhsin] Sawsan did not return from university.
She has been working with the Americans. She is missing.
She sometimes spoke of friends she called Candy and Laura.
[Temple] You found your missing American citizen yet? Kibbert?
I believe that men like you are Iraq's future.
[solider shouting]
[man speaking Arabic]
[Temple] I want you to visit me tomorrow.
- Visit you where? - [Temple] The Green Zone.
Bring your daughter, Mrouj.
[theme music]
So, welcome to free Iraq.
You don't have to stay, Baba.
I want to stay. They have food.
[chuckles]
Mmm.
This is exactly where we need to be.
This is where she worked.
Yesterday, I was a terrorist.
Now? I am an official.
- [sniggers] - You will be a collaborator.
Yes. No matter.
I will work for them for as long as it takes to make you well.
And for as long as it takes me to find Sawsan.
And then we will leave.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[melancholic music]
Inspector, sir?
Sir, you're needed.
[tense music]
[comms chatter]
[Temple] Military will be on scene already.
Reports of a firefight came via their channels.
And for our protection, of course.
Firefight?
[Megan] We'd had reports from the Red Zone
of an exchange of gunfire.
[smashing sound]
[soldier] Thank you!
God be praised! God is good!
We are liberators. Show some fucking respect here!
Agreed. Show some respect.
- [Temple] Evening. - [soldier] Sir.
[indistinct chatter]
[Temple] Inspector Khafaji meet Captain Parodi, Military Police.
- Pleasure is all his. -Inspector Khafaji. I'm gonna go through the charade
of pretending that you're involved here. How do you want to do this?
Ignore the bullshit, this will become an Iraqi police led investigation.
You wanna go inside now or wait till first light?
The powers down but we got a geni?
Is it safe to go inside?
No traps, if that's what you mean.
One dead male in the kitchen area. That's it.
- Iraqi male? - He's got the facial hair.
[Temple] Let's take a look for ourselves, shall we?
Be as quick as you like. I wanna lock this down.
Miss Ford tells me this is a safehouse?
No, not in the true sense.
At the moment it's unoccupied, but...
The idea is it's a safer place for our workers without family.
Do you know him?
I do not.
The questions are, who is he?
What's he doing here?
And who killed him?
Opportunist? Ba'athist resistance?
[coins jingling]
Is that the actual key or a skeleton?
He was shot as he entered by people waiting inside.
You are certain you have not seen him before?
I'm certain.
Mr Temple, what is it I am doing here?
Am I investigating a shooting,
a crime?
Purchase of this house was my idea.
I'm well aware of the danger faced by local people
who risk their lives working for the Coalition.
This was an attempt to lessen that danger.
It's gone wrong and quickly.
I'd like to understand why, how.
I'll take a look up on the roof.
[crickets chirping]
[generator rumbling]
Anything?
This is where they gained access to the house.
They were disturbed by the dead man
and by others, maybe. One other, at least.
How'd you know?
There is evidence at the roadside.
The dead man is not a Coalition employee?
Security?
No.
I'm thinking out loud.
- Thank you, inspector. - For what?
For confirming what I always knew.
Iraq needs Iraqi policemen.
Detectives.
Let's go down. See what all this looks like in daylight.
Sir.
A police service created by the Americans
will always be seen as American.
Do not lose faith, inspector.
Not on your first days, please.
I will need money, Mr Temple. To live.
We can sort that right away.
- [echoed laughter] - [girl] Sawsan.
[soldiers chatting]
Alright, what's going on here?
In houses like this there is a crawl space.
The size of it varies.
My own house had one big enough for my children to make a home.
Hide.
OK. Keep going.
[Parodi] Anything?
- Yes. - What?
A man.
Sweet Jesus Christ! Alright, let's get him out of here.
Not yet. Do not move him or touch him.
He is attached to something.
String?
A wire.
[Parodi] Fucking grenade.
What is it?
Everybody out. We shut this place down right now.
- What is it? - [Muhsin] Another body.
A US citizen. Clark Kibbert.
In your house.
Everybody out! Everybody!
We let the bomb squad take it from here.
[soldier] Move out, guys!
- [gunshot] - [soldier] Get down! Take cover!
[gunshot]
[soldier] Get down!
Take cover! Get down!
[soldiers shouting]
[Parodi] Where'd that come from? Anyone see that?
- Sniper, sir! - Call it in!
[Parodi] Did not engage!
We do not go in fucking blind. Call it in.
If anything, we'll flush the fucker out.
[soldier on radio]
[woman's voice echoes] Sawsan.
Tareq? [laughs] Have you see Tareq?
Have you seen the children?
Shh!
Have you seen Tareq? Sawsan?
- Little Mrouj? - [helicopter whirring]
I can't find them.
- Ahh! - Ahh!
[scream echoes, merges into helicopter whirring]
[theme music]
[tense music]
Omar.
[horn honks]
[phone rings]
- Hello, yes? - Nidal, it's Muhsin.
Any news?
No, not yet.
[Muhsin] I have a question.
There was a lock on Sawsan's bedroom door.
Put there by Sawsan for privacy.
Then I apologise.
She had no right.
She's young.
[phone rings]
[knocking]
[woman soldier] I know it's a long day, but we will all get through.
OK, you got to get in line and stay in line.
You can't just walk to the front on of the line! Can you open your bag?
What's in there?
OK, little man.
[male soldier] OK, I need you to turn around.
Move, move.
- Good morning. - Hands outstretched please, sir.
Where are you from?
What part of the United States?
Um, Florida. National Guard.
Turn around, please.
Florida.
[screaming and gunfire]
[gas streaming]
[woman soldier] Everybody, stay down!
Stay flat on the ground!
[engine hissing]
There's no boom.
Tough guys.
[woman soldier] What's she saying?
[male soldier] Stop right here.
[Parodi] 24-hour guard on the driver.
You take first shift.
[woman] Days.
Looks like a pay cop off-duty.
[Parodi] Most likely.
All beef and ink.
On your way, inspector.
You'll be needing my help.
To talk to the driver.
Think we'll manage just fine.
[Parodi] Body bag and transportation required.
Gentlemen!
[indistinct chatter]
[heart monitor beeps regularly]
[doctor] I need you to drink more, OK?
- About as twice as much? - Mmm-hmm, OK.
But you're looking good, Mrouj. Long way to go but we'll get there.
What do you mean long way to go?
In her treatment. Mrouj, we'll talk later.
That's it? That's all we get?
- Baba, I will get better. - I know you will.
You look beautiful today. I'm worried he can see that, too.
Of course he can see it. He's not blind.
[Muhsin chuckles]
That's mine.
You liked to share ever since you were small.
Hmm.
[Muhsin sighs]
What did Sawsan talk about? What was she interested in?
You've asked me this.
Tell me again.
It's important.
Life.
She was interested in life.
She wanted a life.
Like we all do.
She wanted to work.
To dance and sing.
To marry, to pray.
To have choices.
To be free.
Like we all do, Baba.
Did she say how she would find this freedom?
Education? Something else?
Such as what?
There are only two explanations for her disappearance.
I can think of only two.
The first,
is she has been kidnapped.
Abducted.
If so, she is likely to be dead or sold on by now.
Or...
she chose not to come home.
Would she do that, Mrouj?
I don't know.
But I hope it was her choice.
It would mean she's alive.
I know she blames me for Tareq's death.
- No. - In part.
I know that is some of the reason
she could not bear to live with us.
Me.
[sighs heavily]
[chuckles]
Look at me.
[indistinct chatter]
Sir, I was thinking about last night
and who gave away the location of the house.
Was it you?
No, it was not.
But, yeah... I'm on a shortlist of people
who could have potentially imparted information.
Miss Ford, anyone could have imparted information,
literally anyone.
A passer-by seeing activity, anyone.
Good morning at last, inspector.
Long queue at the checkpoint?
Yes and an incident.
One dead man was delivered inside an SUV.
- You're kidding me? - Western guy.
- Soldier? - Non-military.
- Mercenary. - Private security?
Yes.
Which company?
You wouldn't know.
The SUV had an HB logo on it.
- How'd he die? - Shot.
Jesus.
Where do these types of men, erm...
socialise?
Blow off steam?
Yes.
A hotel sports bar.
Awful place, Muhsin.
- Sweat and testosterone. - Why'd you ask?
He was dressed as if he was about to, "blow off steam",
and, erm, he smelled of cologne.
Anything else?
The SUV was driven by a young woman.
Again, this why we need a police service.
This is exactly why. [scoffs]
Do you believe for a minute Captain Parodi's gonna notice
the smell of cologne over cordite?
Is it important?
Miss Ford, I'll see you back at the office.
Yes, sir, sure.
Last night,
at the safehouse.
Your discovery of Clark Kibbert's body.
All of it's worrying.
Tell me what you saw.
What you're thinking exactly.
First of all, there were two bodies.
Of course.
There was also blood and broken glass at the curb side.
Fragmented glass, which suggests that shots were fired at the vehicle.
- Our reported firefight. - Yes.
Mr Kibbert was killed elsewhere
and brought deliberately to your safehouse.
A message perhaps.
We need to write all this up.
A report. Something I can study and send further up the line.
I need two things to happen here.
One, I need to show that me and my department
are clean, clear, above board and helping out.
All of those things.
And two,
let's not fuck this up.
We are not and never shall be American.
We are competent.
Good work, inspector.
Good, clear thinking.
I'll see you upstairs.
Yes, sir.
[indistinct chatter]
[gun cocks]
Uhh!
[groans]
[glass shatters]
[high-pitched ringing]
[woman's voice echoes] They are here, Muhsin.
[Muhsin] I want to go with you.
Much pain?
They are here, Muhsin.
Find them.
[Parodi] Jesus Christ!
What happened here?
[sighs]
You didn't slip and fall, crack your head.
No, I did not.
So, what happened?
History happened.
You know the guy that did this to you?
Not that I'm gonna do a damn thing about it.
Yes, I know the guy.
Not that I'm going to tell you.
Temple, just minutes ago, informed me that you'll be
submitting a report regarding last night.
He informed me it will be essential reading.
- His words. - I will be writing a report, yes.
Looking forward to it.
What are your essential thoughts regarding the gate crasher, the SUV?
- You found the condoms the man was carrying? -Yes.
In his shirt pocket?
Not in the back pocket, not in his wallet.
So he was getting laid.
For sure he was getting laid.
- Prostitutes is not new. - It's not new,
but he was trying to impress.
He wore cologne.
OK, I can see that.
The woman is still alive, the driver?
Yes.
You should allow me to talk to her.
What do you think of Temple? Asshole or dick?
[sniggers]
He asked me the same question of you.
[laughs]
Captain Parodi...
I was you, inspector, I'd get drunk tonight.
Your head's gonna hurt like hell either way.
Who is the dead Iraqi?
It is important.
[heart monitor bleeping]
[tense music]
Shit!
Fucking shit!
Smelly fucking shit.
[heavy sighs]
[tense music]
[phone ringing]
OK, OK.
[phone rings]
- Yes? - Nadil, it's Muhsin.
I'm ashamed, Nadil. I'm a father who no longer knows his own daughter.
No, Muhsin, you are not to blame.
I passed all responsibility to you, her aunt and uncle.
You had Mrouj to take care of.
But one thing I do know that bothers me.
The lock on her door.
I know she would not do that.
She would not insult you.
She would not do that.
The truth is that Sawsan had the life she had.
She put us all in danger. My children included.
You should have told me.
If you believed she was in danger, you should have told me.
Are you saying you would have resolved matters?
Just as you did with Tareq?
Nadil, you've said enough.
It's true.
I did my best for Sawsan.
I owed it her mother, my sister.
Your daughter has no respect for you, Muhsin.
None. That is the truth.
She has no respect for anything but her own belief.
I tried to keep her from harm.
Nothing more.
She listened only to her friends.
Goodnight, Muhsin.
[theme music]