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Her name

is Isabella Fields El-Ibrahimi.

If you just call her--

You are Egyptian. Yes?

You are Egyptian.

Yes.

I was born in Egypt...

but I came to the States

when I was fourteen years old.

I studied at NYU.

- I got my mas--

- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I have it all here.

Your English is beautiful.

What language do you speak

with Rashid?

I don't know who that is.

I've never talked

to anyone named Rashid.

So how do you explain

these calls?

- What?

- Hmm?

Um...

Uh, it must be a--a mistake.

Maybe it's a mix-up.

My name is "El-Ibrahim-ee."

But, um, sometimes

people call me "El-Ibrahim."

But it's "Ibrahim-ee"

with an "i."

- With an "i." "Ibrahim-ee."

- So--

Yes. Very good.

Rashid Salimi and one

El-Ibrahimi, with an "i."

Don't tell me

he didn't call you.

All this info, it's lies.

I don't know.

You never get calls from Egypt?

No.

Yes. I mean, yes.

My--My family is in Egypt.

- Then they call you.

- Of course, they call me.

Of course. What about?

Little things.

Uh, family things.

Like what? Like, uh...

Um, like...

like my Uncle Yusef.

He called, asking if NYU

is a good school...

for his...for my cousin.

Yusef who?

Yusef Abdul Hamid?

Yes.

- Where is he?

- What?

Your uncle.

Where is your uncle?

Why?

Why do you want

to talk to my uncle?

My friend...

put yourself

in our position.

A criminal named Rashid...

has been on a bombing campaign

for two years.

In the last few months,

suddenly his explosives...

are more sophisticated,

more deadly.

You are an engineer.

You have the chemical know-how.

We have direct calls to you

from a number linked to Rashid.

What are we to think?

You tell me.

What are we to think?

It's a mistake.

It's a mistake.

A mistake.

What if I were to tell you that

we have a signed confession...

from one

of Rashid's lieutenants...

that you have been aiding them

for more than a year?

Then...I'd say you were lying.

Put him in the hole.

Would you like some water?

Come. I want

to show you something.

They close the fool's hand...

around this

pressure release trigger.

Pull the pin.

It's like a hand grenade.

You let go, it detonates.

If the bomber

changes his mind...

they have a shooter

who will take him out.

The hand releases.

Boom.

They make it like this...

with nails and bolts...

for maximum human damage.

This is what killed

your friend Dixon.

The work we do

is important, Douglas.

It is sacred.

We save lives.

Dixon wasn't my friend.

I let myself in.

Yeah.

- Do you mind?

- No.

- I gotta get cleaned up.

- No, you don't.

Yeah.

Come on.

I, uh...

Oh.

Douglas.

Talk to me.

What happened today?

It was a bad day.

What happened?

That's him.

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