Five Fingers Page #3

Well, then please,

take off your veil and bandage it properly.

Did they blindfold you

before they brought you here?

No.

So... So you know where we are?

- Yes.

- Are we still in Morocco?

- They've told me not to tell you.

- Or did we move south, to Nigeria?

- I said I cannot tell you.

- They're going to kill you anyway.

- I will not listen to you.

- You have to.

I don't want to die like this.

Then tell them.

- Tell them what?

- Where the money came from.

How do you know that?

I heard them talking.

And they said they want the money?

Yes. That is what they said.

Did they say how much money?

The million dollars.

I'll give you half.

Half?

- For what?

- Lf you... If you get me out of here.

- Half a million dollars?

- That's right.

Half a million dollars.

- What is all this money for?

- My food programme.

- Have you heard of it?

- No.

I'm here to help your people.

There is nothing I can do.

- Are you hungry?

- Yes.

I haven't eaten for...

- How long have I been here?

- I don't know.

I brought this for lunch.

Perhaps this is my food programme.

Thanks. Thanks.

I am sorry.

I could not help you.

No, no, no. Don't. Wait.

- You still can.

- How?

When you leave here,

you can tell someone you saw me.

Tell them where I am.

People around here, they will not

risk their lives for a Dutch tourist.

What about the police? Or the Embassy?

You could tell the Dutch Embassy.

There is no Embassy.

- What do you mean?

- Just what I said.

Then we must have gone south,

at least to the Sahel.

- I did not tell you that.

- I'm a supporter.

My girlfriend is Moroccan.

I never said we were in Morocco.

Then where are we?

Even if you knew, what good would that do?

What about your friends?

- My friends?

- I could try to call them.

No.

- Why not?

- The police. Call the police.

The police are corrupt.

- My friends can't help.

- Well, neither can the police.

It is better to call your friends.

If you just give me their names...

Why do you want to know their names?

To call them. So they can help you.

No.

That isn't it.

I can't believe I almost fell for it.

- Fell for what?

- You almost had me!

You almost had me!

Who are you talking to?

You're good, you know that?

You're f***ing good!

What are you talking about?

You're not here to bandage my hand.

You're here to talk to me.

No, they told me not to talk to you.

That's what they told you to say.

Well, it won't work!

Tell me who your friends are.

Tell me where the money came from.

- Tell me where the money came from.

- I embezzled it.

- From who?

- The bank!

- With your friends?

- I did it alone!

You are lying.

My new best friend.

I brought you something.

- You have a request?

- Perhaps you can teach me how to play.

Okay. Meet me at my flat

every Thursday at 4:00.

Good, very good.

I thought you might be getting homesick,

so I also brought you

some reading material.

You mind reading them out loud?

I'm a bit tied up at the moment.

I am very happy to see that

you have not lost your sense of humour.

Serves me well in times of torture.

The real Martijn emerges.

Glib. Strong.

Defiant in the face of extreme pain.

I like that.

Shall we see what everyone else

is saying about you?

"Germany and Poland seek labour deal

to ease EU enlargement."

"Six Palestinians killed in Israeli air strike."

Here is something.

"Two Europeans missing in North Africa."

I am sorry, Martijn.

No, not you.

These men are French.

Totally separate incident.

What's your point?

Come, come, Martijn.

You are a perceptive man.

Don't you have a grieving mother?

Or sister?

What about your Moroccan girlfriend?

Has she noticed that you are missing?

My mother died six years ago.

My sister is living in Spain.

My girlfriend thinks I'm in the Rif Mountains,

helping her people.

You expect me to believe that?

What do you believe?

I believe that the press knows everything.

In fact, I know

that the press knows everything

because we have told them everything.

Then why hasn't it been reported?

That, my friend, is the question.

They are pretending that you don't exist.

What kind of people

does this happen to, Martijn?

I don't know.

- What are you doing in Morocco?

- Setting up a food programme.

Then why could our sources

not confirm this?

Because it hasn't been set up yet.

Please, explain.

Shouldn't need to be told.

If you're working with the people,

you'd know about my food programme.

It's been in development for months.

With such careful planning,

perhaps more people would be aware of it.

The right people know.

They have forgotten you, Martijn.

I think we are the only ones

that remember you now, eh?

Make it easy on yourself.

Don't be foolish.

Tell us who your friends are.

Tell me who you are.

Are you with the movement?

It is more appropriate to say

that the movement is with us.

Then why do you want to know

the names of my friends?

You know why.

- Someone gave you my name?

- We have our sources.

- What sources?

- Does it matter?

Yes! Of course it matters.

Don't you see? This mistrust has to end.

Mistrust. Between who?

Between people like you and people like me.

We're both working for the same goal.

- You are Muslim?

- No.

Just a servant to the cause.

- What cause?

- The cause of the people.

What people are you talking about, Martijn?

Just let me go.

- They lied about me.

- They lied about you?

Who lied about you? For what reason, eh?

Some person, ja.

The one that gave you my name.

They never knew me,

they just pretended to know me.

You know, Martijn,

it is an interesting theory.

It's the truth!

Yes, but it does not explain one thing.

It fails to explain the money

in your bank account.

- I told you how I got that money!

- Yes.

You expect me to believe

that a low-level private banker in Amsterdam

embezzled $1 million

without anyone discovering it.

I risked everything.

Everything to get that money

to fund my food programme!

We told the bank about your capture.

We have had no response.

Don't you find that odd?

If you had stolen that much money,

they would want you back.

They would want the money back.

I'll sign it over to you.

- The money?

- Yes. Yes, the money.

How did you get it?

I said I'd give it to you, all of it.

- We don't want your money, Martijn.

- Then what do you want?

Why did you call Hassan Fikri?

- I... What is Hassan Fikri?

- One of your friends.

I don't... I don't...

Marhaba.

Mr Fikri, please.

There is no Mr Fikri here.

Hassan Fikri?

I'm trying to reach Hassan Fikri.

There is no Hassan Fikri here.

You have been misinformed.

- Why did you make that phone call, Martijn?

- That's not me.

- Stop lying.

- I don't... I don't even know who he is.

- Then who gave you his number?

- No one.

- How did you know to call him?

- I never called him!

He is a jazz musician, eh?

No, no.

He is the one who gave you my name,

and he made that tape to...

Stop this fantasy, Martijn.

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