Damien

What do you want from me?

Huh? Tell me. What did... What did I ever do to you?

Answer me!

(crowd shouting indistinctly in native language)

Happy birthday.

You remembered. You know what?

I can't accept this.

It says "Property of Carol Schlitzman"

on the bottom.

Dang, man, I thought I scratched that off.

Thanks, man, really.

Don't thank me yet. I've got the crew

coming to the hotel tonight, and once I told them

you're turning the big 3-0,

they promised to bring the pain.

I don't think I recovered from last year.

It looks quiet.

Get some, uh, quality of life shots

to fill out the piece. Just make it quick.

I wanna get this party started!

Careful!

(native instruments playing, camera shutter clicking)

(shouting playfully in native language)

(children continue shouting playfully)

(men shouting in native language)

(men shouting in native language)

(speaking Arabic in amplified voice)

(shouting in native language continues)

Hey. What happened?

The Army's relocating these people!

They got word they're harboring terrorists!

The only terrorists here are the ones they're creating.

Kelly!

Damien?

What are you doing here? Same as you.

I meant to call.

Hey, uh, Kelly, it's good to see you.

Amani. Thought you'd come to your senses

and ditch this guy.

Can't get rid of him. Hey, listen, uh,

what'd you see? Any chance we can slip back in there?

No, it's all closed off.

There's gonna be a massacre.

So we're gonna have to stay put then.

Are you kidding me? Absolutely not.

(men shouting in native language)

I got this one.

Aah! Ohh!

Damien, I love you.

It's all for you.

Hic est filius meus dilectus...

Look at me, Damien. It's all for you!

Damien, I love you!

Stand up. Get up!

(man speaking in native language over P.A.)

Who are you looking for?

That woman. Who?

This, uh, woman grabbed me. She knew my name.

Another journalist? No, no, from here, from Damascus.

She said stuff. Stuff she couldn't have known.

She did... something.

I saw memories from my childhood when I was a kid

when my parents... No, an accident had happened.

Thought you said you don't remember your childhood.

No, she brought it all back. I was 5. It was my birthday.

We gotta find out where these trucks are going.

Hey, Kelly!

I'm hooking up a ride.

This guy says he knows where

these people are being relocated.

He'll take us there for $500.

Hey, I'll meet you back at the hotel. No, dude, you know better

than to just get in a car with a local.

We could end up hostages. I have to find her, all right?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, come on.

Whoa.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Okay, okay. All journalists are being deported immediately.

I'm sure this will get picked up by "Time," HuffPo,

maybe "The New Yorker."

You might be looking at a Pulitzer.

I have to get back there.

You know we shouldn't have been thrown out.

The only thing I know is my boss is gonna ask

why I'm still doing business with you.

Because he's the only one who gets close enough.

You have to get us back there.

Honey, that's just not gonna happen.

You've been banned from entering Syria.

Just give it a few months...

This can't wait. Something is going on.

If this is about the private... No, it's not that.

Then what?

(man shouting in native language over P.A.)

Hello? Kelly, it's Damien.

Are you all right?

Where the hell are you? New York. Listen.

Did you find out where they relocated the Christians?

I-I need to find that old woman,

the one who grabbed me. I saw.

She grabbed your face and said, "Damien, I love you."

Can you find her?

Why should I help you?

We had something. We did. But...

And you just disappeared?

No explanation?

It was the only way. You have to trust me.

I did trust you.

Can you find that woman?

I'll try.

Thank you.

Thank you, Tiffany. I'll take it from here.

Damien Thorn. Long time.

Good to see you, Cray. I, uh...

I hope you don't mind me interrupting.

I could use a favor. Hmm.

Us Preston Hall brothers have to stick together, right?

Haven't seen you in 15 years.

Uh, staying in touch... It's not one of my strong suits.

I was covering a story in Syria.

It's landed me in hot water with the current regime.

They won't let me step foot inside the country.

You must have other connections.

Well, I could call Dean Behringer,

but he's got his hands full.

I really didn't want to call in a favor

for something this small.

The head of the IMF owes you a favor?

Well, aren't they what makes our world go round?

Let me talk to my colleagues,

see if we can't put our heads together

and figure something out. I'm sure there's a solution.

I appreciate that. You know, I always said

you were one of the good ones.

Hmm. You can see yourself out.

Damien Thorn.

I can't believe it's really you.

It's been a long time.

Sorry. Do I know you?

Ann Rutledge.

Last time I saw you was at your father's funeral.

You knew my father.

He was such a good man. Impeccable character.

For him, to suffer such a tragic death...

But you were so young.

I imagine you don't remember much.

Sadly, no.

Mm-hmm. That'll change.

Uh, why do you say that?

Because it's a whole new world.

The seal's been broken, the trumpet blown.

I don't follow.

Your father would have been proud.

You have so much to offer.

I, uh, I take pictures.

Humility's an overrated virtue.

It couldn't have been easy for you,

expelled from school after school,

Preston, Exeter, Oxford... You'd think those people would