Backstabbing for Beginners Page #4

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He made a back up.

But it's encrypted.

We don't have the resources

to decipher it.

Why didn't you take it to someone

more senior in the UN?

I mean, anyone. Madame Dupre?

Nobody would listen to her.

It's important who delivers the list.

No one can accuse you of being partisan

or of having any agenda but the truth.

I'm not gonna front this, Nashim.

I'm not gonna do that.

No, I don't want that.

I just want you to take it back with you

and find someone

who can break the encryption.

Then, together we can decide what to do.

Sh*t! It's the Mukhabarat.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Jesus!

There must be a mistake,

I'm a... I'm a UN official.

The young diplomat.

You know, it's very dangerous for you

to be in this godforsaken desert

unescorted.

The Mukhabarat were concerned

that you might have been kidnapped

by nefarious individuals.

Consider this a courtesy.

Your papers.

I tell you this with all humility,

Mr. Sullivan,

because I'm sure it won't happen again.

Your recent visit to

the pharmaceutical distribution service,

that was,

unnecessarily provocative, yes?

It would be in everyone's best interest,

in the future,

were you to decide such inspections

were no longer necessary.

She is my interpreter, all right?

I told you!

Go! Now.

Before they change their minds.

Get in the car.

He kept my papers.

It's only a question of time now

before they find out who I am.

Nashim Huesseni.

- Where is the girl?

- What girl?

The Kurdish girl.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You're lying!

- I don't know what you're talking about!

- Don't lie!

- I don't know where she is.

- We saw you with her.

Yeah, I know,

but I don't know where she is, okay?

Let me just... let me just make a call.

I don't know where she is.

Get out!

You have no jurisdiction here!

Out!

It's Michael Sullivan

with the Baghdad Oil-for-Food office.

Yeah.

I need to arrange a UNLP

for one of our staffers.

Yeah, the name is Nashim Huesseni.

- Hey.

- I took all I could carry.

This will get you into the US.

The High Commission for Refugees

will help you get a visa.

I don't know,

I can go to Kurdish part of Turkey.

- I have some friends there.

- No, you'll be safer in New York.

We'll get you to the US

then we de-encrypt the list together.

Go. You cannot be seen with me.

Whatever happens...

just promise me you'll let me know.

Whatever happens... happens.

Right?

Thank you.

Would you please come to my office?

Immediately.

Do you really expect me to fall for this...

This... I don't even know

what to call them.

Garbage.

What was the plan?

Trick me into releasing them?

And then force me out

when the evidence comes that it's false?

I'm at a loss to even know

what you're talking about.

Madame, I was sent some documents

and Hassam wanted to show them

to you, that's it.

You are finished in the UN,

do you hear me?

Your career is over!

What would you have him do?

He got some photos...

Shame on you.

Shame on both of you!

The report is finished.

It tells the truth

about the failure of Oil-for-Food.

The files are digital,

watermarked, time, date,

and I have secure copies,

so you can't change anything

when it goes to New York.

The battle is over, Costa,

and you have lost.

The Security Council will make

their decision based on the facts.

She's gone, Pasha.

Well, f***.

Nothing more for you to do there, kid.

Take the next UN flight, come home.

Don't worry about it.

Excuse me, sir. Can I see your passport?

Yeah, sure.

Mr. Sullivan?

I'm gonna need you to come with us.

Michael, how you doing?

I have nothing for you.

No, that's okay, I got...

I got something for you.

Christina Dupre is dead.

They found her a few hours ago

alone at home.

Heart attack.

At least... that's what they're saying.

Wait, w... what do you mean,

"That's what they're saying?"

What do you think happened, Mike?

I don't... I have no idea.

How would I...?

Your boss, what does he think?

If you have questions for Pasha,

you should just ask him yourself.

Did he ever mention anything about a list?

No. Why?

Michael...

is there anything

you wanna tell me right now?

No.

Thanks.

- Hello?

- You're home.

Yeah, yeah, I just got in.

Did you hear about Madame?

Yeah.

Terrible.

We had our disagreements, but...

This just breaks my heart.

And,...

and the report?

Hassan assures me that he doesn't share

Madame's determination

to blow up the program.

He'll sign off,

as her successor,

on whatever we need to get re-funded.

Madame was wrong.

Being f***ing dead doesn't change that.

You've got two days to clean this up.

What do you mean

I've got two days to clean this up?

I've been thinking I might need you

to present the oral summary.

Wait. Do you want me

to present the report?

To the whole f***ing Security Council.

Isn't that breach of protocol, Pasha?

I can do what I like.

Besides,

they should be hearing from somebody...

close to the ground,

and whom else can I trust to do it?

Okay, yeah.

Are you kidding me?

This is such a big deal.

For somebody at your pay grade

to stand before the Security Council?

Yeah, no, I know,

it's a great opportunity.

What?

Where did you get this?

A friend in Baghdad.

No.

I mean, I can't crack this.

Do you know anyone who can?

Do you even know what's on the drive?

No.

Do you know anyone who can crack it?

I'll give it a try.

Do you mind if I... if I hold onto this?

Yeah, keep it.

Hi, yeah, I was given this

as a possible contact number for her.

Yeah, exactly, Michael Sullivan.

No, I understand, yeah.

Just... the number I gave you,

if you could make sure you

or one of your colleagues gets,

gets back to me

if you hear anything at all.

Madame Dupre's death

hung over Oil-for-Food like a cloud.

But Pasha had a clear path

to what he wanted.

I focused on writing the report.

I didn't want anyone to doubt

that I deserved to be in that room.

I couldn't help thinking about my father.

Whether he had stood before

the council like I would.

Whether he would think

that what I was doing was right.

You okay?

I'm okay now.

They have 100 percent

f***ing certainty WMD's in Iraq,

and zero percent certainty where they are.

Let me call you back.

Finished.

Pending your review and Hassan's sign-off.

That's my boy.

Good work.

I got a call...

from Oversight, about your UNLP request

for our sexy little translator.

They asked me to look into it.

I believe she's in New York now.

Right.

She's Kurdish.

She needs asylum. The D-4 were after her.

They killed two of her countrymen.

Kurds don't have a country.

She makes friends like you everywhere.

Oldest trick in the book: the honeypot.

CIA calls it the "dangle" now.

Seduce the mark, tell him fairy tales.

It's not just the Russians, notice:

CIA, Ml5, Interpol...

Girl has a big following.

Pashmerga sent her to school in England,

got her phony papers

and a job at the Baghdad UN.

What did she want you to do?

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