Traitor

We go now. Where your friend?

He's outside taking a piss.

He'll be right back.

Gun no good. You give me.

No. It's a very good gun.

Give me your gun.

You understand?

I understand.

I'm just not giving you my gun.

Give him the gun, Archer.

You're kidding, right?

Every 12-year-old in this country

is carrying a Kalashnikov.

Exactly why your pea shooter

ain't worth sh*t.

Give it to him.

Where are you from?

All over.

But I was born in Sudan.

Your English is very good.

So is yours.

What is your business here?

Ahmed asked me to come.

He didn't tell me.

I can't negotiate like this.

Negotiate what?

I have six crates of Semtex,

custom-built detonators,

in my truck.

Are you interested?

Please...

sit down.

I can also show you how to use them

without blowing yourself up.

Unintentionally, that is.

Unintentionally.

That's funny.

Samir.

Ahmed.

He was just about to.

What was that all about?

The captain was impressed with the SIG.

I told him he could keep it.

My gun?

You gave him my gun?

A small gesture of good will

goes a long way in this part of the world.

Shukran. Let's go.

Come on! Come on!

Hello, Mr. Horn,

I'm Special Agent Clayton, FBI.

This is Agent Archer.

FBI?

Since when does the FBI

operate in Yemen?

We don't.

We have no authority here.

You're under Yemeni custody.

Bad f***ing news for you.

If you're willing to help us,

we may be able to help you.

You're gonna help me

with no authority?

They listen to us a touch closer

when it comes to terrorism.

Oh, I'm a terrorist?

I don't know. You tell me.

You been selling them explosives?

Oh, I sell to whoever

can afford to buy.

Like the United States government.

Only ours don't kill

innocent people.

Oh, yeah, they do, genius.

People just usually have darker skin.

Let's skip the political debate.

We just want to know

where the Semtex was headed.

I don't know.

I didn't ask.

But you knew where it came from.

Yeah. It fell off the back of a truck.

Answer the question.

You need to take

some lessons from the locals.

Ohh!

Let me talk to him.

Sorry. Must have forgotten

my Bill of Rights at home.

It's clear to me

that you're not a fanatic, Samir.

An opportunist perhaps,

but not a fanatic.

So consider this opportunity.

You have an American passport,

which means I can get you out of here.

But I do need an answer.

You want to spend

the rest of your life here, in Yemen?

You go right ahead.

But you and I both know

that I'm likely to be

the last friendly face

you're gonna see for a very long time.

I don't have anything

to say to you.

The only difference

between you and him

is he knows he's an a**hole.

Here's the story.

Several days ago,

there's a young girl named

Kayleigh.

She was alone when her mother

died by suicide of hanging.

Omar is here to adopt her.

All of a sudden,

She takes his hand.

But now,

She was raised by Omar

so much as she does.

And so on, she's now living

with him.

That's the end of it.

Why don't you just go home,

Agent Clayton.

- Nice guy.

- You shouldn't have hit him.

- He deserved it.

- That's not the point.

You get a suspect to talk

by pushing his buttons,

not by letting him push yours.

Nobody ever teach you that?

You are a traitor.

You sold us out.

Then why am I in here with you?

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Eh, eh, eh.

You understand me?

Do you understand me?

Mmm.

Ah, forget Allah.

They cracked the encryption

on that sat phone

you guys found in Yemen.

Check out the call log.

It correlates exactly

with the Al-Nathir bombings.

Rome, Berlin, Amsterdam.

Where did the calls go?

Payphones located in largely

immigrant, Muslim neighborhoods.

What have you found

on Samir Horn?

No criminal record.

I searched NCIC,

state and local databases.

Nothing so far.

Well, check with the military liaison, too.

He sure as sh*t didn't learn

to put detonators together in high school.

(Horn Honking)

KAYLEIGH:

Miss you, soon?

OMAR:

I'll be back before saying

night!

Why did you say night

as for the last time to say!

I know as we could to know you,

Omar!

You need to wait for that,

beauty!

CAMEL TRAINER:

Oh, i'm sorry!

Thou old Camel, get out!

MAID:

You have seen bad ideas

for the thing to the front door!

KAYLEIGH:

Oh, look Omar! My Camel!

You done out so far away!

Yes, far away!

Oh no, Omar!

OMAR:

Please get back.

Just a moment.

You are in, crew member.

I am.

I'm a modern Captain Crew.

Just tell you something.

We have the chained lains,

Mister Crew.

OMAR:

So, Kayleigh, why don't

you take a look of that

new home!

Let's go.

Allahu Akbar.

It's time to finish what we started.

It's already finished.

Lay your hand on any of my brothers,

and it will mean your life.

Shukran.

Where did you learn to play?

My father.

How about you?

Boarding school in Switzerland.

- You win.

- You want to play again?

I haven't had anybody

to play with for ages.

Why don't you play

with one of them?

They're soldiers, not thinkers.

Soldiers or martyrs?

You know, I've been in a lot of battles.

And they may have felt like

a suicide mission at the time,

but we always had a plan to come home.

You must be willing to sacrifice

some of your pawns

if you want to win the game.

- I don't know.

- I think you do.

You risked your life

to share your food with a stranger.

That's not the same thing.

I was just doing my duty.

- If I'd known there was...

- Jihad is also your duty.

Ahmed told me

what you have done in Afghanistan.

Tactics have changed, my friend.

Tactics always change.

You don't defeat an empire

fighting by their rules.

Once upon a time,

it was the Americans

who were terrorists to the British.

They've forgotten the history already.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Piece of sh...

Seor?

All right, don't tell anyone

I said this, but you're right.

- The military had a file on him.

- Hmm.

Staff Sergeant Samir Horn.

U.S. Army Special Forces.

Trained at Fort Bragg.

- Engineering and Explosives.

- All right, skip to the next page.

Horn was his mother's name.

She's from Chicago.

His father was Sudanese.

Moved all over the Middle East.

Had ties with the Muslim Brotherhood.

Was killed in a car bombing in '78.

Not sure which side was behind it.

- Is that so?

- Oh, and it gets better.

The Army sent Horn to Pakistan

in '86 to train in the Afghan rebels.

It's where he got in touch

with his Muslim roots.

Decided he wanted in

on the action.

When his tour was over,

he stayed behind,

and joined the Mujahideen.

There's been a bombing in Spain.

Eleven Americans dead.

They've got the bomber.

...an American tour group

was the target of the attack, apparently.

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