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What you provided, I believe, was a cabal.

Sawsan!

I could knock on doors and ask questions

that you never could. Never.

- Do you know him? - I do not.

And this is Temple's trailer.

Let's go!

Go, go, go!

US Army!

US Army, remain calm!

We know this is the house of Sanaa Hussain, she will make

herself known.

Fucking now!

Why can't you help my brother?

Your son? Why upsetting Mama, who's sick?

Sawsan, you should have left for school.

You will be late.

Are you afraid, Baba?

Afraid to fight for your son?

Sir, this house is in mourning.

She's saying her daughter just died.

- Sanaa? - Yes.

Then ask her how she died.

I would like you to confirm they are mourning Sanaa Hussain,

and ask how she died. Say it!

Picture - the photograph...

Is this your daughter? Right?

Will you take a look?

This is your daughter, Sanaa, yes?

And that, I know, is Zahra Boustani.

Who's this girl, here?

She doesn't know.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Give them money to repair the door. Let's go.

Khafaji, may I join you?

You're looking good, Inspector. Very official.

Baghdad's feeling safer already.

You have anything to tell me?

About Fadhil Al-Bakr? Yes.

The business card belongs to the mercenaries, as you can see.

The address written is the house where Fadhil was killed.

Fadhil Al-Bakr himself was not an insurgent.

He was a criminal who had links to Hamilton Baker.

And, I believe, to Frank Temple.

It's Temple's house. He should be interrogated, questioned.

Fact - Temple did not kill Kibbert.

But he was responsible, I believe.

Why bring Kibbert to a Coalition safe house?

Why hide him inside the house?

Why not hang him on a lamppost for the world to see?

It was a warning.

A warning to Temple.

Who has arrived and is walking this way.

Frank.

Your man here is just spending the day with me.

Inspector Khafaji has work to do. For me, yes.

No. At his desk. He's my employee. He works for my department.

And here I am believing we're all on the same team.

He's with me.

I need him.

Find yourself another secretary. I'll see you outside in 47 minutes.

You can lose the uniform.

I said nothing. I did nothing.

He joined me.

You will continue to say nothing and do nothing,

apart from the work given to you by my department. Understood?

Not quite. Do not push it.

I'm not in the mood. You work for me.

If I refuse Captain Parodi, what will happen to me? To my daughter?

You work for me!

What were you talking about?

Fadhil Al-Bakr.

The Iraqi man found dead in your safe house.

The captain wants to find out who he was,

what he did to survive before and after the invasion.

"Liberation". Show a little gratitude.

He was a criminal involved in slavery and prostitution.

I've lost a key.

To my trailer. Have you seen it at all?

No.

It was in my jacket pocket.

It's always in my jacket pocket.

I take my jacket off in the office. That's it.

You have another key?

I believe it was stolen, not lost.

- Have you checked the inside of your... - STOLEN from my office.

Who would have the guts to do that?

I don't know.

This land, Iraq, Baghdad...

It corrupts.

You will tell Captain Parodi that you cannot assist him

with his investigations.

You will tell him that your purpose is higher.

Sir, I believe it would be better coming from you.

In short, you'll tell him to fuck off, Inspector.

Remember what the stakes are.

You do not leave your desk. Not today. Not even to take a piss.

Do I make myself understood?

Perfectly, sir.

May I ask...

Why do you believe... the key to your trailer was stolen?

Was something taken?

Something of value?

I would report it, sir.

Crimes within the Green Zone should not be tolerated.

Miss Ford, you'll inform the hospital manager

that our agreement with Inspector Khafaji no longer stands.

His contract is terminated, and with it,

all medical privileges for his daughter.

Sir, he'll be here, I'm sure. She's only just begun dialysis.

Also draft a letter advising the military police

the likelihood of the inspector's involvement with war crimes.

"War crimes"?

Information which has only recently come to light.

- Is that true? - I just said it, did I not?

Yeah, but he's been doing good work. You chose him personally.

Was there no background checks?

Draft the fucking letter, Miss Ford.

Some privacy, please.

Wait outside.

My money's gone.

- What? - My money. My dollars.

My fucking future is gone.

Stolen from my trailer.

Did I not tell you to leave it with me? In the safe?

Who could have done that?

I'm going to this address.

That street. The person who lives there could have done that.

- No, that's no good. - We go in, we get out.

It's no good, Frank, there are guns on every building.

I want my money. I want control.

I'd like to avoid a firefight with toy soldiers and insurgents.

Every fucking cent I earned!

My time here cannot have been for nothing.

How much?

All of it.

How much for me and my boys?

We're risking our lives getting you there.

Don't be a twat.

20% of all future earnings. You are being a twat.

For that, you get control.

You get the girl, Zahra, dead on a plate.

Jesus, Frank, don't look so surprised.

We cannot allow her to say one word.

You know that.

I say we execute the bitch.

What I'm interested in are names.

Names of the women who attended these gatherings,

women like Zahra - Laura.

English names are fine. I can cross-reference.

"Cross-reference"?

Zahra is Laura,

Candy is... was Sanaa Hussein.

- She's now dead. - She died how?

I don't know and, at this moment, I don't care.

All I care about is finding the other members of the cell.

There's a third girl, at least.

I'm pretty sure about that.

Sir.

Phone call from base.

Sir, it's Megan Ford.

Mr Temple is here quite often.

So, maybe he was.

You were pushing your own agenda, Inspector.

I asked about the names of the young women.

Drew a blank.

Two things.

First, I accept that Fadhil Al-Bakr is not an insurgent.

But there's others still out there. Second...

..you're now my prisoner.

You're serious? It's got to be done. Your past has caught up with you.

Hands behind your back, please. My past?

Your past. Your history.

Is there not one person in the entire United States of America

who understands my country?

Who has a fucking clue what they are doing in my country?!

That would be a no.

Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We don't want any trouble.

We are here for one man, one man only. Muhsin al-Khafaji

We are peaceful. Peaceful. Salaam.

There.

We are here for Inspector Muhsin al-Khafaji, no-one else.