The Interpreter Page #5

... or I wouldn't have just... left like that.

- You want to tell me what happened?

- I had to meet someone.

- Philippe Broullet.

- If you knew, why did you ask?

I know his name, I know he's

a photographer for a French magazine.

- He needed to talk to me.

- Now you're watching TV, unable to sleep.

- What did he say?

- How do you know I'm...?

Are you over there?

Jesus.

He told me we lost a friend.

He lost a friend.

I... lost someone I loved once.

It was a long time ago.

You can't sleep either.

I don't know why I'm calling you.

- What do you do when you can't sleep?

- I stay awake.

You don't name the dead, you said. Why?

What... what happens?

You move past them. You leave them behind.

You can do that,

but you have to be ready to let them go.

To move on.

You've been going through hell.

Keeping busy.

You, too, I think. I don't know all of it, but...

Are you going to be there until morning?

It almost is morning.

Yeah, I'll be here.

Is it OK if I just try to fall asleep

over the phone?

That's fine.

Goodnight.

She's coming your way.

Oh, no. No scooter, please.

Come on, no scooter.

Yes. Thank you, God.

You might as well drive me.

We're going to Brooklyn.

Corner of Bergen and Nostrand.

Jad Jamal. Worked the interpreters' lounge

the day the mask showed up.

- Bring him to me.

- Can't. He didn't show up for work.

- Sit on his apartment.

- Doug's there.

Hey. Got the INS files.

- This isn't the way it's supposed to be done.

- You can let me off up here.

She's at the corner of Bergen

and Nostrand in Brooklyn.

- She's where?

- My guy's on the move.

She's here, whether I brought her or not.

- Go back. What's she doing?

- Waiting for something.

- Holy sh*t.

- What?

The janitor. Jad Jamal.

- That's not him.

- I know. That's his room-mate.

Jamal's room-mate just left the building.

His name is Gamba. Jean Gamba.

- Should I stay here?

- No, you stick with the room-mate.

- Are we working on a warrant?

- Lewis is.

- How are you?

- I got something for you.

OK, bless you.

Tobin?

- What's up?

- I don't know, but it don't feel good.

- What are they doing?

- Just standing there.

We're getting on the el.

[Speaks Ku]

- Sh*t.

- She just got on the bus with Kuman.

[Tobin] What the hell is she doing?

Did I hear home?

- Or was I wrong, then?

- No, you're right. I'm Matoban.

And a fair Matoban, in fact.

[Tobin] King, you stay with that bus.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

You're a killer.

You ordered the murder of Ajene Xola.

You got a red light in that car?

Why don't you use it?

- Who told you this nonsense?

- Where's my brother?

Your brother? I don't even know who you are.

You are on the wrong bus, so to speak,

to be so reckless.

Your people arranged a meeting

through Philippe Broullet.

- You know him.

- I don't... and I didn't.

But the fact is, somebody wants you

to believe that I killed Ajene Xola.

- I don't believe you.

- [Kuman-Kuman] But you should believe me.

- Why?

- Because I would form a coalition with Xola.

Neither of us have made

enough progress alone.

He has the working people.

I have the finances.

If he is dead, it is a loss

for all of us. Me especially.

[Doug] We're getting off.

I got the back room.

Jesus.

Clear the other room.

OK.

- Closet.

- Yeah. I got the bed.

[Dot] Ho! Keller?

- We got a dead body in the closet.

- Jamal?

Yeah. I'll call it in.

God, how can you see in here?

Wait. Wait.

Why the lanterns?

Well, that's just rude.

- What do you do so far away from home?

- I work. And I hope.

- Same as me, then.

- I doubt it.

You work for...?

I'm an interpreter at the UN.

So like the UN.

Layers of languages signifying nothing.

- You'd prefer more war?

- I prefer more business.

Guys, get with me here. We got a situation.

No, boss, we got a situation.

We just got on the 133. With Mohammad.

And Silvia Broome. And Kuman-Kuman.

- What?

- You're on the same bus?

With our subjects.

Get off the bus,

and get Silvia Broome off that bus now.

We can't do that. We're moving.

Doug, is the room-mate carrying anything?

- Doug, is he carrying anything?

- A satchel.

- All right... where is it?

- It's in his lap. He's been carrying it all day.

- Oh, man.

- Can either of you get to him?

Not without gettin' made.

Despite all the flags on First Avenue,

there are no nations any more.

Only companies. International companies.

It's where we are. It's what we are.

I think you're wrong.

You are still young. I'm an acquired taste.

What's your brother's name?

Simon. Simon Broome.

- OK, we're stopping.

- You got guts, coming out here.

I'll see what my people can find out about him.

But remember,

I'm not your brother's keeper, eh?

Yeah. Thank you.

Come on, guys, talk to me. What's going on?

We're stopped. She's getting off.

- What's going on?

- And so is my subject.

Keep talking to me. What's going on?

Is he carrying the satchel?

OK, he's got the satchel.

But I think he made me.

That's OK, I got him.

- Kuman?

- He's staying put.

Miss Broome! Please get in the car.

Move it!

- I got Gamba.

- I'll stay with Kuman.

No. Just get off that bus.

Get everybody off that bus right now!

- Doug!

- Mohammad?

- Hey! Guy forgot his lunch.

- Oh, man.

I'm standing here on Nostrand Avenue

in Crown Heights,

at a scene that can only be described

as unconscionable carnage.

...frantically helping victims

of an apparent terrorist attack.

These events are more familiar

in the cities of the Middle East.

There is no word yet.

However, there are unconfirmed reports

that Kuman-Kuman, the exiled Matoban

revolutionary, may have been on board.

- You all right?

- I'm OK.

Doug?

This is Ron Ferguson, reporting live

on Nostrand Avenue in Brooklyn,

where just after 10.30 am this morning...

We're OK, boss.

[Reporter]... the violence has now found

its way into the heart of New York City...

- The death toll is 17, with scores injured...

- The obvious speculation about al-Qaeda...

...widely seen as the probable successor

to Edmond Zuwanie...

Tunnels and bridges

will close for at least 12 hours...

...alleged terrorist attack by Ajene Xola...

...Zuwanie is still planning to address

the General Assembly of the UN.

What were you doing on that bus?

Thank you for bringing me home.

Hey!

I lost a man today. A kid.

- How do you know Kuman?

- I never met him before.

You think that not getting caught in a lie

is the same as the truth!

- I'm not lying. I went to him for help.

- With what?

I can't tell you. Someone might get hurt.

"Someone might get hurt. "

There's a bus full of dead people!

"Someone might get hurt"?

Who? Someone you know?

Someone who's mixed up in all this?

You? Why did you leave Africa?

- I told you.

- No, you didn't. Why did you come here?

- Stop it.

- Goddammit!

- Stop shouting at me!

- Stop lying!

- I'm not lying!

- Stop lying!

I was just on that bus! I can't think

with all this noise. I can't! You have to stop!

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