Rendition

It was great

to have you, Anwar.

Thank you.

It was an honor to be here.

Your presentation

was outstanding.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Okay. Take care.

Thank you.

Oh, there's my phone.

Sorry I have to rush. I'm sorry.

Good save!

Again, Mom.

Okay. Here it comes.

Okay, get back up.

- Hello.

- Did you just try to call me?

- No. Where are you?

- Well, I'm still in Cape Town.

I'm on my way

to the airport now.

Okay. I thought you were

gonna call me earlier.

I know. I'm sorry.

I had meetings all day.

- Oh, yeah. Right.

- Is that Dad?

Yeah. Do you wanna talk to him?

Your son wants a word with you.

Hold on.

Hey, Dad,

did you get me a present?

- Jeremy.

- What? He said he would.

- Did you?

- Hey, monkey. Sure I did.

Okay, cool.

- Okay, get in the goal. Hey.

- Come on, Mom.

- What are you doing?

- I'm playing soccer.

You'll give my mother

a heart attack.

- Yeah. Nuru's fine.

- Mom, kick the ball.

Is your flight schedule

still the same?

Yes.

Connecting through Washington.

- Arrive Chicago at 7:45 p.m.

- Uh-huh.

Okay, we'll see you

at the airport.

- Okay. Bye.

- All right. I love you.

- I love you, too.

- Bye.

Okay. You get ready.

Here it comes.

Goal!

Mm-hmm.

Who you talkin' to?

My grandmother.

- She up early?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

- I call her once a week.

Are her goats in a frenzy?

When are they picking you up?

- Too soon.

- Yeah.

- Mm.

- Mm.

Douglas.

Mm-hmm?

You know,

they can't see me here.

I know.

- I gotta go.

- Come on. Come a--Come here.

Seriously, stop kissing me.

Stop it.

I see you at the office.

Fatima...you came.

You waited.

Your CDs.

Get on.

Did you listen to them?

Yes.

They were okay.

You have the worst taste

in music.

Stop, Khalid.

We can't go this way.

It's a shortcut.

Khalid, I said stop.

My father has tea here

every morning.

You see him?

No.

Fatima.

Fatima, wait.

Fatima, wait.

I want to meet him.

I told you, you can't.

Has he called?

Only to yell at me.

We should run away, just go.

We have our studies, Fatima.

We have to be realistic.

Okay for you.

No one's forcing you to marry.

I just want to meet him.

He has chosen someone for me.

He has chosen.

He might like me more.

You don't know my father.

Daddy.

Daddy, did I wake you?

No, sweetheart.

Daddy, do you dream about me

when you're sleeping?

I dream...

about you...

and your mother...

and your sister.

Fatima said you stop dreaming

when you get married.

She's wrong, sweetheart.

You dream all your life.

It's one of God's gifts.

Understand?

- Give me a kiss.

- No.

- One kiss.

- No.

Only one.

After Fawal,

we have meetings...

with Saeed El-Dalizi,

Minister of lnterior...

Hamsa Reglori,

the head of defense.

Saeed's all right.

Reglori has a...a little bit

of a solophist back-story...

but he knows

which side he's on.

So, uh, this, uh, Fa-Fawal--

What's his name?

- Abasi Fawal.

- Abasi Fawal.

- So he's the hard guy?

- Yeah. I--I've never met him.

You're the, uh, knuckle-dragger.

I'm the pen-pusher.

He'll be more your contact

than mine.

They overload these donkeys

and cause accidents. Chaos.

Tea, please.

Okay.

How long you been here?

Five and a half months.

It's just on the other side

of the square.

- Ahmid, what's going on?

- Accident, sir.

F***in' traffic, man

Out the back! Out the back!

Mr. Freeman.

I am sorry.

- Lee Mayers.

- Lee, it's Douglas.

How's Dixon?

He's dead.

F***. Where are you now?

At the hospital.

- Are you hurt?

- No. I'm fine.

All right, listen. You're gonna

have to step up for a while.

Fill in for Dixon. Report

directly to me. Understood?

Yeah, I understand.

Douglas, are you okay?

Yeah.

Corrine Whitman.

Yes, it is.

All right, go ahead.

What's his condition?

Has anybody contacted

his wife yet?

No. I will do it.

- Any claim of responsibility?

- What is it?

No. All right. I'm comin' in.

What's happened?

Suicide bombing over there,

and they got one of us.

Jesus. It's 2:
00 A.M.

Yeah. Well, I'm sure they

arranged it...

just to spite you, honey.

So he's Egyptian

with a green card?

Okay. When's he land?

Uh-huh.

Okay, do it.

I'm givin' you

the authorization.

Welcome to Washington, D.C.

Please follow the signs

to U.S. Customs.

All arriving passengers

must clear customs here...

before embarking

on connecting flights.

Please have your passports and

customs declaration forms ready.

Excuse me.

- Mr. Anwar El-Ibrahim?

- Yes?

Sir, we have

an emergency message for you.

- Would you follow us, please?

- What do you mean? What is it?

- Is it my wife? Is she all right?

- I apologize, sir.

They don't give us

any details.

- I got it.

- Okay, let's go.

El-Hazim have

claimed responsibility.

And the new guy?

Shrapnel in the neck.

He bled to death.

Damn.

Sir.

You have calls

from Corrine Whitman, CIA...

and Mr. Davis

at the U.S. State Department.

Give me Corrine first.

One dead American.

Where am l?

Rashid Salimi.

What?

Rashid Salimi.

No, sir.

My name is Anwar El-Ibrahimi.

Rashid is

an Egyptian national...

who's claimed responsibility

for today's terror attack.

What attack?

Why don't you tell me?

Look...

I don't know anything

about any attack of any kind.

I've been on a plane

from South Africa for 18 hours.

Is this your phone?

It looks like mine. Why?

- Numbers match.

- What numbers?

Rashid has placed several calls

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