Inescapable Page #4

- No one!

- She's a photographer.

Who is her contact in Damascus?

Was it the diplomat she was f***ing?

Your daughter is a whore and a traitor.

You must be proud.

Who were her contacts at the university?

Speak!

I already sent the photos to my friend...

Colonel Sayid Abd Al-Aziz.

Good luck.

I'm sure...

Colonel Abd Al-Aziz.

I know and your friends,

but I have orders to bring him in.

And they come from higher than you.

You made my life very difficult, Adib.

And you and I, we're...

we're not really friends.

I don't know why you've been protecting

a traitor and I don't care.

If you turn over the photos he sent you

and let me take him back...

...I can forget about the rest.

Why did you pick up his daughter?

A foreign photographer talking

to a student activist... taking photos.

When our people discovered

who her father was,

the Prophet himself couldn't have

convinced them she wasn't a spy.

So you want Mr. Adib

to give you her photos.

He says you have the photos now.

One moment, please, huh?

What am I going to do with you, Adib, huh?

You understand, I can't have you

running around Syria, getting arrested.

I know.

What am I going to do with you?

And Fatima.

Pfff... That foolish woman.

I could have given her anything she wanted,

but no...

...her heart was set on you.

Sayid... for God's sakes, stop this.

- What are these photos

I keep hearing about?

They're of Halim's boss,

Minister Abdul Rai,

in a compromising situation with young boys.

Pfff! Really?

And where are those photos now?

They don't exist.

Halim seems to think they do.

There are no photos.

Muna heard these stories from a journalist,

Ali Homs.

And she made up the story of the photos

to keep herself alive.

Who would have thought

you would end up with such a clever child?

Yeah...

And now, you have these so-called photos.

I told Halim I gave them to you.

He knows our history.

If you're right, this will be

the second promotion I owe you.

Get my daughter out.

Use the photos!

You know, I had no choice

but to accuse you before.

And when you showed up in my office,

I was genuinely pleased

to see that it was going so well for you.

I really... I wanted to help.

Sayid...

When Halim picked you up...

...it was too late.

I can't afford the risk.

- It's too late.

He knows about you.

I told Halim all about you in the van.

He knows Detlev can prove it.

I don't believe you, Adib.

Who knew Detlev would marry?

Huh?

Apparently, he prefers the weather here.

And frankly... I don't blame him.

God damn you, Adib.

You... you wasted my time.

Pfff... Their blood is on your hands.

You know, Adib, you are a lucky man.

Most convicted Israeli spies...

...they're in prison or dead.

And here you are...

I want you and your daughter

to get on a plane.

I never want to see you again.

They dropped them off

and told them to wait here...

No, they told him not to leave...

I just wanna know... Stop!

I just wanna know what's going on,

and no more bullshit answers!

Well then, find me someone who can!

Fatima...

You two, with me!

Adib, stop! Stop.

Right here. I can't have you off the grounds

right now. Just... wait.

Wait for me at the gate.

Muna...

You're okay now.

I have good news for you.

Your father is here.

I need you to walk

very slowly and calmly

till we get past the gate. Okay?

- I'm so sorry!

- No, no...

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm here. I'm here.

And I love you so much.

So, so much.

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