Unthinkable Page #3

At the moment, the military is in charge

of any interrogation.

If that changes, we'll let you know.

Colonel, if you would.

- This way, please.

- Please.

We have experts from multiple agencies,

the military, nuke specialists, psychologists,

analyzing every word and movement

he makes.

Who authorized this?

Everything here

is within operational parameters.

We never strike him.

Hot, cold, sleep deprivation, intense noise,

bright lights, threats of violence.

He must be terrified.

Where are the dogs? There should be dogs.

It's the amateur hour here, Charlie.

This is never gonna work.

Yeah, well,

you're gonna have to make it work.

You want to get in there and talk to him?

Yes. But I don't need your help to do that.

Believe me, you will.

Tell me he's not here.

What's he doing?

Oh, sh*t, here we go.

What the hell?

No. No way, you f***ing animal.

You keep away from him.

- Hello.

- Back the f***...

Get in there now!

I never laid a hand on the prisoner.

Don't hurt him! You'll need him later.

I'm going in now, Colonel.

What? No, you don't have authorization.

Do you intend to obstruct the FBI?

Where the hell is Paulson?

And get him out of here!

Sh*t.

Mr. Younger, I'm Special Agent Brody, FBI.

Your situation here is illegal.

And I'm going to get you out of here,

so you and I can sit down and talk.

I think you'll find that this is entirely legal.

And necessary.

Necessary?

In the War on Terror.

The FBI woman, she's in the cell alone.

Thank you. Could you please dry my arms?

They're really cold.

You looked at my watch.

Would you like to know the time?

Mr. Younger,

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

About your wife Jehan

and your two children.

What do you want to know?

You must have been very upset

when she left you.

I'm not upset. I accept my fate.

You should accept yours.

- Why are you doing this, Mr. Younger?

- Yusuf. My name is Yusuf.

All right, Yusuf.

They're gonna ask me about this

and I would really like to be

able to tell them something.

I'm sorry, nice lady. It's too soon.

Get her out of here.

Ma'am. Ma'am.

And you, soldier,

get some goddamn results!

That's what I'm asking you.

Call me back.

You saw what's going on in there?

It's arguably illegal and ineffective.

Any information he gives

is probably unreliable.

If we work with these people, our integrity...

At the moment, they have official sanction.

Jack, I can't believe that.

What about the General Counsel memo on

coercive interrogations? There's no way...

Look, the Director's Office has ordered us

to assist the military wherever possible.

For now, we observe

and run our investigation simultaneously.

Just keep me informed, okay?

We have the guy but we can't say so.

Why the hell not?

Because officially, he doesn't exist.

His face is all over the country!

And we keep it there.

Faces lead to places. Our absolute priority

is finding these locations.

Someone must know where they are,

and it's likely to be friends or family.

Why can't we interrogate this guy?

We are currently negotiating that.

- Negotiating?

- Guys.

Please.

- D.J., anything new on the ex-wife?

- Yeah, I just talked to the guys at LAX.

Two days ago, the wife and kids

tried to board a plane to Saudi Arabia,

but were denied a visa at the last minute.

They're likely still in the country.

Phillips, I need you to coordinate a check

with rental agencies.

He must have transported the bombs

cross-country in some kind of truck.

He wouldn't have used his real name.

Okay, I'll get local PDs out at port cities

and border towns.

Vince, get on to Frank and his team.

Organize a trace on his Internet, phone,

credit cards, travel bookings.

Get National Security Letters

for anyone who gives you a hard time.

You got it.

Helen. Can I have a word with you?

We need you to negotiate. With H.

He's asking for you.

I hear you're a specialist interrogator.

Ex-Army?

Made me the man I am today.

Is that how you work with colleagues?

You beat them?

He's a cheap sadist.

Younger knows all about those techniques.

He was trained by the Army

to withstand them.

That stuff's not gonna work on him.

What are the chances they'll use you

after that little show?

You thought that was a show?

You wanted the other interrogators

to look like the bad guys.

They are the bad guys.

So, you talked to Younger.

Learn anything else about him?

A little. You?

Oh, no, that's his file there.

This is yours.

It's classified.

I see why they picked you, though.

- Harvard Law, graduated with honors.

- Who gave that to you?

Counter-terrorism. Good choice.

Let me see what else.

No boyfriends.

And no children.

Chose a career over a family.

Better watch that,

they gonna think you're a lesbian.

So, you didn't get anything

out of him yet, huh? What a surprise.

Yeah, well, the General here

has a great deal for you.

The price is right but you can't beat up

any more interrogators.

I'm in charge.

You'll be brought in as we deem necessary,

take turns interrogating with the others.

I work alone with an assistant

and one other interrogator of my choice

who takes over when I need a break.

You don't call the shots here, I do.

You want me to do my work,

you will treat me with respect.

Especially in front of a lady.

Look, we're all under a lot of pressure here.

- Why don't we just back off...

- You're a grown man. Deal with it.

Future of this country is in your hands.

Lose the committee, I lead with one other.

Who?

Her.

No way.

She's part of a side investigation here,

she doesn't know the first thing

about military interrogation.

- There's absolutely no...

- Give him what he wants.

And get him in there now, General.

Why do you want me?

You've got integrity, I like that.

And these people are dangerous.

I may need protection.

Do you have a plan?

I shake him up, you shake him down, okay?

Outstanding!

CIA Human Resources Training Manual,

circa 1983.

"The Honduran Edition," right?

People, we have a new specialist joining us.

From now on, there will be no observers.

Everyone out, please.

Lubitchich, have you told him how small his

penis is? They really hate that.

All military personnel will leave at once.

The rest of you, consult with your agencies.

What the hell is happening?

I am. You're out.

Is my equipment here yet?

Yeah, it's right over there,

and Alvarez is here.

Hello, my friend. Wheel it right in.

Can one of you guys get me

that fire axe over there, please?

Fire axe, over there.

Charlie, could you call my wife?

Ask her to bring my food down here, please.

- She can't come in here, it's top secret.

- I need my wife here.

And he's very particular about his food.

- Thanks.

- Colonel Kerkmejian, you're in command.

Me, sir? Aren't you?

I'm doing it now.

Let's get him down.

So, how does this work?

I never know that.

And the really great thing is

he doesn't either.

Agent Brody?

We're gonna need your eyes.

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