A Most Wanted Man Page #3

To what, Frulein Richter?

Your client...

He's your client, too, Mr. Brue.

Your client lays claim

to his father's account,

yet he has no passport,

cannot prove his identity.

He has the key and the letter,

what more do you want?

We couldn't hear everything

so well, Tommy.

So exactly how much are we talking about?

I can't tell you.

Not exactly.

A ballpark figure?

10,000, 100,000, 500,000?

We're talking

upwards of 10 million Euro.

At least.

- Coffee.

- Yes, sir.

- Black.

- Right away.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I want to make one thing clear.

I don't owe you anything.

What happened in Beirut?

You know what happened in Beirut.

My networks were blown.

So Hamburg is a punishment?

Depends on whether you like Hamburg.

Unless that's

what you want people to think?

Take some of the heat off you

so you can get on with the real game.

Which is?

Dr. Faisal Abdullah.

Come on, Gnther, we probably know

as much about him as you do.

What do you know, Martha?

We know you've been

watching him for months,

and we know

you're under pressure to get results.

And we know that the man moves money

through a network of Muslim charities

and every time he does,

some of it goes missing.

Dr. Faisal Abdullah is everything

we want him to be and a little bit more.

He's tolerant, enlightened,

engaged with the West.

But every good man has a little bit of bad,

doesn't he?

And in Abdullah's case, that little bit

just might kill you.

You know all that, how come

he's still walking the streets of Hamburg

and not rotting

in some cell in Guantnamo?

Because we think, we don't know.

The money leaves

and we don't know where it goes.

Anyways, on German soil

he's got the protection of German law.

That hasn't stopped you before.

We don't do that anymore.

You want us to do it, then.

I'm more interested in knowing why

you haven't done it already?

Please work with us on this one, Gnther.

I don't trust you.

Old habits die hard.

That's what I'm worried about.

I was talking about yours.

- Have a nice day.

- You too.

I got your text.

L.-

I can't do this anymore.

Someone's going to find out. I can feel it.

I'm frightened.

They are looking at me.

All of them.

I'm done. It's over.

I am not your spy. I am a student.

You cannot make me do this.

I never made you do anything, Jamal.

And I never will.

You know that.

When we first met,

you remember what we talked about?

You remember that?

Family, the future.

Most of us don't get to

choose, but you did.

You made the right choice.

It's not easy.

But there's no going back,

for any of us.

We can't undo what's done.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Come here.

You're my ears, Jamal, and my eyes.

I need you.

You're important to me.

Good.

- Hello?

- Tom my?

Yes.

You need to give Issa Karpov what he wants.

Miss Richter?

Can we talk?

Perhaps we could go for a tea?

What do you want?

I've reconsidered your client's position.

My bank is prepared to honor his claim.

Why have you changed your mind?

Perhaps you convinced me.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Okay.

I'll be in touch.

Annabel?

We should take care.

All of us.

It is our religious obligation to give.

This is the holy practice of Zakat,

one of the five pillars of Islam.

Through our adherence to

this practice of charity,

we are drawn nearer to God.

Gnther, the banker called. He did it.

Good.

Lssa! Issa!

Wake up.

Where will you take him?

It's better if you don't know.

We have to go.

It's not safe to stay here.

For you or for them.

There are clothes in here.

There's also some scissors and a razor.

Lssa, they know what you look like.

Come on, Issa.

They're moving.

Where are we going?

My brother Florien has

an apartment that's being renovated.

He's arranged

for them to stop work for a week.

Where's the next station?

Okay.

We get out at the next stop.

We have to find another taxi, okay?

Hey-

You're blocking the street!

Hey-

F***!

Hello?

Hello?

Against the wall!

Check the other rooms!

Stop!

Bedroom clear.

We're nearly there.

I wish to talk to Mr. Brue.

I spoke with him earlier tonight.

Lssa, he says the bank

will honor your claim.

I do not want the money.

What?

Father's money is bad money.

But without it you have nothing.

I have God.

I brought you some food.

There's a sleeping bag

and some more clothes.

I'll be back first thing in the morning.

It is not a prison.

This was the best you could do, huh?

I am a cave dweller.

I'll leave the rooms with a view to you.

You let Mohr off the leash?

He doesn't need me

to give him a reason to piss you off.

You've lost Karpov, haven't you?

I need the lawyer to move freely.

I don't have that kind

of influence, Gnther.

We both know you have

all the influence you choose to have.

Look, if you want me to help you on

your way, you've got to tell me.

Tell me which way you're heading.

Last month a cargo ship left Cyprus.

It was carrying 1,000 tons of donated grain

bound for Djibouti.

It stopped to re-fuel

on the south coast of Yemen.

When it reached its destination

there were 900 tons left.

At the same time 100 tons of grain

mysteriously hit the open market

in the Yemen.

The money from its sale was used

to buy rocket launchers

for Islamist militants.

I think the shipping company

is an al-Qaeda front.

I think that's where the missing funds

from Abdullah's charities are going.

You think, or you know?

Come on, Gnther. Share.

Abdullah's not the bad guy.

He's our way to the bad guy.

A man supplies money

that buys weapons that kills Americans

and you're telling me he's a pal?

So maybe he's not waving the flag

of freedom and democracy

as enthusiastically as you'd like.

Okay.

- But he sees his people...

- Spare the lecture.

He sees his people being f***ed over

from here to eternity.

I've heard that before, so...

Maybe a little bit of him

wants to return the favor,

but it's that little bit

that makes him so valuable.

Don't you see?

Okay. I understand.

But that's not what my people would say.

What would your people say?

Take him out? Kill him?

And then what have you got?

A great big f***ing hole,

and who's going to fill it?

Nobody knows. You least of all.

So we all start looking again,

and tap, tapping around in the dark.

You want to own Abdullah,

is that what you want?

A man with your reputation

and your resources.

How are you going to do that?

Karpov has access to money.

That may be of interest to Abdullah.

And the lawyer?

He trusts her.

It's okay.

It's okay?

Dance.

- Trying to impress me Gnther?

- No.

Listen, I'll put Mohr back on the leash,

but now you owe me.

Hey, Annabel.

Good to see you. How's Ursula?

No, no.

Let go. Let go of me!

Yes?

Okay?

- Yeah. Good.

- Yeah.

Rasheed?

You can't do this. I'm a lawyer.

- This is criminal.

- Sit the f*** down.

Lawyer?

You're a f***ing social

worker for terrorists.

Cigarette?

That's right, you've given up.

Is that it?

Is that all the fight

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