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will be arrested...

Aker... I've seen the evidence inside.

They're analyzing the girl's

clothes and the shells.

It looks like the same weapon

that was used to kill Kratsov.

He killed them.

Get on the shipment.

Container yard.

You're late.

- Not my fault.

- Stay on schedule.

Wake up.

Get up.

Get up.

Move it.

Hey, hey.

Hey!

Let me see what's going on in there.

What are you doing here?

Got her, Doc.

Freeze.

- Hey, drop it!

- Put it down!

You've been looking for me, I understand.

Difficult to slip in as a girl

when the cargo consists of boys.

A bit of misinformation here and there...

...leads to some interesting results.

Doesn't it?

Miss...

Sawa.

Such an unusual name.

My father...

Sawa.

My father said that it meant the

sound that you couldn't hold...

...and the feather blown by the wind.

A poet.

A cop.

An unfortunate occupation

in this part of the world.

Well, you would know.

You killed him.

Emir.

And you killed Clive Thornhill, Miss Sawa.

Among many of my other clients,

it would seem.

You talk about them like

they're businessmen.

Oh, but they are.

Who do you suppose buys children, the poor?

No.

It is business, Miss Sawa.

And I control that business

by sitting at the choke hold

of what gets out of this

godforsaken ruin of a country.

Mr. Thornhill.

Is this the young lady you're seeking?

Shamil.

- Come here, you...

- You'll have your turn, Mr. Thornhill.

But first she needs to talk.

Oh, I'll make her bloody squeal.

Shamil.

Do you see this, Miss Sawa?

Russian soldiers dragged me

into a local shop in Chechnya...

...and deep-fried my hand.

They then chopped it into little bits

and made everyone in the

village eat a piece

for having given me shelter.

An effective method to get people to talk,

I can assure you.

Now is there something you want to tell us?

Like the name of your employer, perhaps?

The person behind the killings

that's been disrupting

my business for years.

I'd like to tell you...

...I'm gonna take my earring back.

And then I'm gonna kill every one of you.

Oh, skip the bleeding hors d'oeuvres,

shall we, and get on with it.

I don't give f***-all square

about your hand, love.

I've known many policemen, Miss Sawa.

Most, once they were paid,

we found to be reasonable.

Perhaps your father,

whom I honestly do not recall,

was unreasonable.

Do you really wish

to follow that same course?

It's genetic, I guess.

Oi!

Hey, hey, hey. What's going on here?

Mommy!

You can both testify he removed evidence?

Yes, Captain.

I told you,

he's been protecting someone for years.

Then let's find out who the girl is.

Hey.

Hey, you're okay. You're okay.

It's just withdrawals.

The man who shot them...

I saw his face.

It was burned.

You're sick.

You've been off the amp for days.

Here.

I found you one.

No, no. I remember now.

It wasn't the Emir.

It was the Emir and the Emir's dead.

You can't trust your own mind right now,

Sawa.

He's still out there, Karl.

The man you're remembering

is just a gunman.

I need to know, Karl.

Listen...

the cops, I'm... I'm worried.

I've had to clean up too much.

We need to find him, Karl.

Look, I need to move you.

We've run out of rope, do you understand?

What difference does it make?

We won!

The man who caused all this is dead.

Now take the amp so we can get out of here.

I can't, Karl.

I can't lose them a second time.

The boy?

With the hood?

There's a surveillance tape.

Don't worry,

I destroyed it like everything else,

but if you want to know about the gunman...

...he can tell you.

- What do you mean?

- Ask him!

I can't do this anymore.

Karl?

Karl!

The man who killed my parents.

How do you know who he is?

Is that what Aker told you?

Look, I'm not talking to you.

He's got you back on the amp.

You'll forget everything I say.

I'm going clean.

I want to remember.

Oh, you want the whole story? Let's go?

Right, of course. Why have a conversation

when you can stab someone?

That's what you think, isn't it?

We were friends, Sawa.

You and me.

We were friends.

This is as far as I go.

No, you're not locking me in some hole.

I'm not going in there.

I can't.

You can stick me with your little

girly knife, if you want to.

I'm not going in there.

You keep saying that,

you'll take all the fun out of the idea.

Please.

The gun on the table is for you.

I knew you.

Your father was a...

...friend and a colleague.

This is who I was.

Officer Breedlove. Otis Breedlove.

That was before the...

...sulfur mustard.

A blister agent.

I don't understand.

That's the point.

A person with no sense of

history isn't a person.

Just another...

...number in the body count.

When the banks failed

and the government collapsed,

state weaponry of every

description disappeared,

sold to whoever paid

the highest price for it.

What are you talking about?

About what happened to your

mother and your father, to you.

You killed my parents.

No.

But I bear responsibility for their deaths.

Weapons were being stolen from our unit

and I had discovered who was doing it.

I was going to report it

and then my house was bombed,

my wife killed, and if I didn't keep quiet,

my son would be harmed, and so...

I-I-I had to admit

that there was someone else in

our unit who knew what I knew.

Someone in the unit.

My father?

Yes, I identified your father.

But I didn't shoot him.

My boy was used to ring the bell.

- I was forced inside.

- Mommy!

All of this, your whole life,

it's all been about erasing

one man's transgression.

The man who took your memory from you

and replaced it with a past he created

to get you to do whatever he wanted.

Get to work.

It was you.

You rang the bell.

He's your father.

He's dying.

He wanted us both to know the truth.

That's why I had to find you.

- Sawa, what we did...

- No, you didn't do anything.

You were a child.

We both were.

Quick.

Sawa, Oburi, come.

Sawa, disarm the bag.

Yo, chummy.

Mag, too, Pretty Face.

Dart filled with amp.

This is not amp.

You remember Mandla and Margrit, right?

Unsavory company, I agree.

But I had to do something about Pillay.

He was a cop.

If he'd ID'd her, it

could've led them to me.

This could've been all over,

but your father had to go

and crawl up out of the grave.

Still making problems, hey?

- Open the door.

- It's unlocked.

You can open it yourself, mate.

Mandla.

No!

Otis, my man.

Your sentimental attachment

to that old-school weapon

limits you to just two shots.

Yes, but it's the only

shot I've ever wanted.

Stop, Sawa.

Or I'll cut him down.

Yeah, you're good at that, it seems.

Your father was gonna rat me out.

Yes, I stole the weapons.

Yes, I sold them.

Everybody in state security was doing that.

I made a mistake.

But I spent the rest of my life

paying it back.

Cleaning up the streets when the cops,

the courts,

and everybody else was too

weak to do anything about it.

I spent those years trying to bring justice

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