Kandahar

I get it, Frank.

I get it.

Guys like us, paranoia is second nature. I get that.

You're wondering if I'm some kind of a decoy to lure you out.

I'm not. I'm not. It's safe here.

So no need for any of this Marathon Man stuff.

It's definitely safe, okay?

You don't need to interrogate a man

that's waited months just to talk to you.

Oh, come on.

I get it.

I get it. You wanna--

You're trying to intimidate me.

And I'm not like, uh... reassuring you, or...

Are you...

You know, you risk botulism doing that.

-You always talk this much? -

I guess I talk when I'm nervous.

Well, guess you're not as stupid as you look.

-What is that? -Shit.

Okay.

Okay, this place is rigged.

What do you mean it's rigged? What is that?

It means, I don't type a code into the central terminal, then...

kaboom.

That alarm means we got three minutes before it gets awful warm in here.

-Ah, no. That's bullshit. -Do I look like I'm lying to you?

-You really wanna take that risk? -What's the password?

Only takes a retinal scan.

What? You really wanna die together?

Come on!

Come on!

Ninety seconds. We're both gonna die feeling pretty stupid here, you know that?

Oh, you...

Come on!

-I'm gonna say it one time-- -Are you gonna help me out?

-Oh, yeah. No bullshit. -Yeah?

- -I'm warning you.

I forgot it was-- I forgot it was there!

-What is that? What is that? -I forgot it was there!

-Nice and easy, Lieberman. -Okay...

Hey, what are you doing?

-What are you doing? -Retinal scan.

-Go on. -

-Disable it. -I can't! It's hardwired.

Piece of shit.

All right.

Oh, are we still doing this? Come on.

-Yup. -

We are most definitely still doing this.

You're an idiot. You don't know a goddamn thing.

The same people that killed you, killed me.

-Is that right? -

-Start talking. -

You know, I got an idea, man.

Why don't you get me some pants?

Yeah. I could make us some tea.

We could do this like--

Yeah. Does that hurt?

- -Oh, yeah. I get it.

That's just stimuli. You're reacting to it.

You get used to that.

Pain. You can get used to pain, Lieberman. You can adjust to it.

You can adjust to pretty much anything.

Just as long as there's routine, right?

Routine. Human mind, it craves it. Needs it.

But if you take that away, that...

That's when you start to lose your shit.

When you take away day and night and food.

No water, no patterns.

You know what's crazy, Lieberman? Even though you know what's happening...

I'm telling you that it's happening... Even though you know it...

rationalizing it won't do shit.

People think that torture is pain. It's not pain.

It's time.

It's time to slowly realize that your life, it's over.

It's over, Lieberman. Now all you got is the nightmare.

You and me, we got time.

I was a, uh... NSA analyst.

I was working on Afghanistan intelligence, which, uh...

Maybe you know it's just an oxymoron because, uh...

our basic tactic is to pay anyone we can to tell tales.

You know?

"Hey, kid. Tell me a story, I'll give you some money."

So they did, you know?

And, uh... my job was to, uh...

assess this shit pile

for, uh, actionable intelligence.

It was a monumental waste of my time.

Till one day, uh...

they sent me something interesting.

I just don't understand. What is that disk?

Why did they send it to you?

I'm the analyst. That's what they're meant to do.

They send me actual, real intelligence

and then I, you know, I assess it and decide how to deal with it.

It's actually... I could do my job for the first time in five years.

But you should... You should give it to your section chief.

Pass it up the line of command so it's not on you.

If he buries it? What then?

-Then that's on them. - Mom, did you get juice?

Yeah, honey. Yeah, come in here. I'll get you some.

If you go around the chain of command,

neither of us is naive about what it could mean.

-Should I get a cup? -Yeah, yeah, get a cup.

-Hey, Leo, you want some juice, honey? - Yes, please.

All right, you guys, get into your pj's. Time for bed.

I finished my homework.

Oh, your father will look at it before you go to sleep.

-All right. - Thanks.

- Go. Go. - Thank you.

-To bed. - Love you. Good night.

- Love you. -Good night.

-Good night. -Good night, baby.

-I really wanna do the right thing here. -Mmm-hmm.

You want me to tell you it's okay

so that if this all blows up, it won't be your fault.

David, I just...

I can't do that.

You know, everything that we teach them about being good human beings...

that's what this comes down to.

This is why I took this job.

This is why we are here and I'm not...

-writing apps in Silicon Valley. -

How am I supposed to look these guys in the eye,

knowing that I didn't have the guts to do the right thing?

Look, hey... hey.

Come here.

-Mmm. -

You do... what you think you should.

Hmm.

- -Your turn, Dad! Dad?

David.

Oh, sorry, you guys. Um...

-Is it a quadruped? -What's a--

-Four-legged animal. A quadruped. -You know that.

Sorry. Uh, yes.

Okay, so we got a non-jungle-dwelling quadruped.

-Vegetarian. -Four-legged vegetarian animal

-that does not live in the jungle. -

-And... - This is painful.

-Are we gonna be late? - No.

No. No, no, no. We should be fine, you guys. I think.

Everyone has the same idea we do.

I wanna make it there in time.

Make it to that haunted house, before the line.

-Stay in the car. - What?

- No matter what happens. -What are you doing? Babe?

- Dad? Dad? - What are you doing?

-What are you doing? -Stay in the car.

Understand? Stay in the car.

-Stay in the car. I'll be right back. - Dad?

David!

Don't move!

-Lieberman, get on the ground! Now! -Look, this is a mistake, all right?

Whatever your orders, I'm not a criminal. I'm an NSA analyst.

- -Get down!

-I'm an NSA analyst! -He's got a weapon!

No, I don't. No, no, no, no, no!

-That's not true! -David?

This is a mistake, okay? This is a mistake.

Sarah, go.

-David! -Drop the weapon!

- Sarah! - On your knees!

- No, no, no. - David!

No, no, no! Sarah, go!

- David! -Go, go, go, go!

No!

- - No!

No! No!

Cell phone saved my life.

I went underground.

They, uh, rewrote the narrative.

Planted evidence, painted me as a traitor.

Picked my life apart.

Made life hell for Sarah. For our kids.

You know, she said you were brave.

- Hmm. -Brave and stupid.

And here I am, tied butt naked to a chair. So, uh...

Yeah.

-Are we still doing this? -

Yeah.

-Could I at least have a glass of water? -

Autopsy report.

-Unless Wolf shot himself in the leg... -Hmm.

...busted his own face and broke his own neck,

I think it's fair to say that we're looking at murder here.

-God. -Well, torture, then murder, to be exact.

I think the killer came down the chimney.

Motion detectors never picked him up.

Wolf comes home, turns off the alarm and bam! The guy hits him.

-So we're looking for Bad Santa? -

The press knows he's dead.

No statements. Not yet.

This is going to be a jurisdictional cockfight.

NYPD and FBI?