Baghdad Central

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.

Have you found your missing American citizen yet, Kibbert?

I believe men like you are Iraq's future.

I'd like you to visit me tomorrow.

Visit you where?

The Green Zone. Bring your daughter Mrouj.

So...

...welcome to free Iraq.

You don't have to stay, Baba.

I want to stay.

They have food.

Mm.

This is exactly where we need to be.

This is where she worked.

Yesterday I was a terrorist.

Now I am an official.

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.

Inspector, sir.

Sir, you're needed.

Military will be on scene already.

Reports of a firefight came via their channel.

And for our protection, of course.

Firefight?

We've had reports from the Red Zone of an exchange of gunfire.

Woo! Thank you!

God be praised! God is good!

We're your liberators, show some fucking respect here!

Agreed, show some respect.

Evening. Sir.

Captain.

Mr Temple, thought you would have waited till morning.

It's urgent business.

Always.

Inspector Khafaji, meet Captain Parodi, military police.

Pleasure is all his.

Inspector Khafaji, I'm going to 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 want to go inside now or wait till first light?

The power's down but we've got a genny.

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.

Let's take a look for ourselves, shall we?

Be as quick as you like.

I want to 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?

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?

The 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.

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 do 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 in your first days.

Please.

I will need money, Mr Temple, to live.

We can sort that right away.

Sawsan?

Clear.

All right, 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.

Anything?

Yes.

What?

A man.

Sweet Jesus Christ.

All right, let's get him out of here. Not yet.

Do not move him or touch him.

He is attached to something.

String?

A wire.

A fucking grenade.

What is it?

Everybody out, we shut this place down right now.

What is it?

Another body.

A US citizen.

Clark Kibbert.

In your house.

Everybody out. Everybody.

We let the bomb squad take it from here.

Let's move out, guys.

Down! In cover!

Down!

Down! Down!

Down! In cover!

Where'd that come from? Anyone see that?

Sniper, sir. Call it in.

Do not engage.

We do not go in fucking blind. Call it in.

If anything, we'll flush the fucker out.

Sawsan.

Have you seen the children?

Shh.

Sawsan.

Little Mrouj.

I can't find them.

Hello, yes?

Nidal, it's Muhsin.

Any news?

No. Not yet.

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.

I know it's a warm day. We will all get through.

OK, you've got to get in line and stay in line.

You can't just walk to the front of the line!

Can you open your bag? What's in there?

OK, little man, bye.

I need you to turn around.

Now move. Move.

Good morning.

Hands outstretched, please, sir.

Where are you from?

What part of the United States?

I'm Florida. National Guard.

Turn around, please.

Florida.

Get down! Get down!

Keep them down! Everybody, stay down!

Stay flat on the ground!

Keep them down!

No boom.

Tough guys.

What's she saying?

Stop right here.