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- Who's the other man in this photo?

- He's...

...Mr. Abdul Rai,

he's the Interior Minister.

Did you call him?

Yes. He said that he's looking into it.

I introduced them at a...

...at a benefit dinner that he had.

What else?

It was me that she asked

to get the two bottles of scotch.

And she said she needed access

to the National Archives.

- Why the Archives?

- I don't know!

She was secretive, she said it was personal.

So...

So I introduced her to a woman

that I know...

...who works at a youth group

at the university.

You're really enjoying your posting

in the Middle East, aren't you?

What was she researching?

Me.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

- I want to talk to her.

- She won't talk to you.

They think they have a mole in their group.

Three people have gone missing already.

Just... stay here.

She introduced Muna to a receptionist

who works at the Archives.

Apparently, you can trust her

because she's a Communist.

She'll get you in, but only you.

Hey! Hey!

Oh!

Oh!

Go! Drive!

Tell me where the photos are.

Where's my daughter?

I want the ones from the cellphone.

There were supposed to be photos

on that cellphone.

When she's safely out of this country,

you can have your precious photos.

Take your hands off me.

Who do you work for, huh?

Who do you work for?!

Take your hands off me

or I will kill you.

- Tell me!

- Argh!

- Oh...

- Oh, Christ!

So now you're following me too?

You're welcome.

He asked me about some photos

on my daughter's phone.

Were there any?

Try telling me the truth this time.

No, there was nothing there.

There were no photos.

- Okay.

- I'm telling you the truth.

There were no photos.

I care about your daughter too.

I wonder... where you find the time.

Hi. Hey...

Hi, sweetheart...

How are you?

Ah...

I'm sorry, I know.

I know that was a stupid...

It's just a habit, and a bad...

No... No, I don't have her yet...

Emily, please...

Don't cry...

PI... Em...

Em!

Ooh!

What are you doing?

Get out of there before I have you arrested!

There's an a**hole following me around

asking about photos.

He one of yours?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Sayid...

If you want me to leave you alone...

...and I know you do...

...I'm gonna need your help.

You and I both know that you don't want

this case reopened. I'm innocent after all.

- No one's going to believe you.

- True.

But they will believe I had help.

And we're old friends...

Everybody knows that.

And I won't stop there.

I'll implicate your wife...

...and... your beloved daughters.

A whole nest of Israeli spies.

I'm not the same man

you chased away all those years ago.

Find... my... daughter.

Sit down.

Give me the photos and we'll let her go.

I wanna talk to her,

make sure she hasn't been hurt.

We've been watching you.

Colonel Sayid Abd Al-Aziz can't help you.

I don't answer to him.

You need to listen to me.

This can still have a happy ending for you,

if you hand over the photos.

I want to talk to Muna.

Give us the photos, Adib!

Do you think you or your family

are safe in Canada?

You need to understand

how important this is.

I understand.

Her death is going to be on your head.

I didn't give you permission to stand!

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

Put him back in the room.

- My boss has business with him.

- It can wait.

Look, look, look!

Look. Look who I've found for you.

Still in Damascus.

The weather keeps me here.

And... I finally married.

You?

Getting you out the first time

was difficult.

I never got a chance to thank you for that.

It was useful to us, having

that sort of thing over your former friend.

You know Sayid was the... traitor, huh?

Israeli spy.

Ah, we helped him rise to the ranks

after that

but we always kept him

firmly under our thumb.

Detlev... they've taken my child.

Children are always trouble.

That's why I never had any.

Here. Drink up.

They good for the headache, yeah?

I always thought you'd enjoy Canada

more than Tadmor prison anyway.

- Why haven't they arrested me?

- Now that is a very interesting point.

Sayid doesn't want you picked up.

He doesn't want anyone

going into anything...

Kidnapping two Canadians

from the same family

already raises media speculation.

- So?

- Halim...

doesn't work for our old friend Sayid.

Halim works for Ministry of the Interior.

Muna met with the minister.

At some benefit.

And now, he wants to talk to you.

You're lucky I showed up when I did.

You're out of practice, Adib.

Halim keeps asking about photos.

These... photos must be pretty interesting

if a government minister

is personally involved.

What do you know about a journalist,

Ali Homs?

What about him?

He's a mid-level scribe

for the Ministry of Information.

Muna talked to him

but I don't know where he is.

I need your help, Detlev.

I'll find him for you, this Ali Homs.

One last favour for an old friend, huh?

And you're still a beauty.

It's good to see you.

Look after yourself, Adib.

And you can't stay here.

Halim will be back.

Adib! They found her!

Alive?

Alive?!

They found a body, two days ago.

They matched it to a description

of Muna Abdel-Kareem.

There was a bus accident.

One of the bodies was badly burned.

They didn't connect it with Muna

until I started making inquiries.

They need you to confirm it's her.

I need to see her eyes.

Adib?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know...

Adib!

It wasn't her!

Muna had a tattoo.

No, she didn't.

Where?

Someplace her father would never see it.

Adib, trust me, it wasn't her.

You're gonna hit me?!

- Oh, thank you!

- Oh!

- I told them it was her.

- Thank you.

That buys you 24 hours, at best.

- Thank you.

- Adib!

Adib! You have to go now.

You have to go to the journalist.

You have to go to the journalist.

Papa!

What did you tell my daughter?

What did you tell Muna?

I had too much to drink.

She brought good scotch.

I told her stories about the past.

I don't remember everything I said.

She was... terribly charming.

- Where are the photos?

- I know nothing about photos.

What did you tell my daughter about me?

She wanted to know if you were innocent.

The truth doesn't matter here;

the accusation was enough!

I thought your daughter understood that.

- What about the Interior Minister?

- Nothing, nothing! I told her nothing!

Please, sir! Please leave my father alone!

Come here...

Look at me. Look out there.

You see?

Streets are crawling with secret police.

Now the longer I stay here the more

likely it is that they will find me.

I told her nothing

about Minister Abdul Rai.

And if they find me here,

they will kill you.

And your daughter!

Please, please, I'm begging you.

Please leave. Please.

I'm not leaving until you tell me

everything you told Muna about Abdul Rai.

Where... is my dau...

I have the photos.

Your daughter is a spy.

You're a spy.

We've seen your file.

I know your daughter was in Haifa

in December.

Who's her contact in the Mossad?

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