Matobo, Africa
She wouldn't tell me her husband's name.
She wouldn't even write it.
She knows not to speak the names of the dead.
Zuwanie's murdered half the town. How could it get any worse?
With Zuwanie, he could murder the other half.
XOLA: No.
Just us, they said.
SIMON: Xola is right, Philippe.
You'd have done well, my friend, but just us.
XOLA: I'll do the talking.
They're Ku.
You want to see the bodies?
Someone's coming.
It's okay.
The Teacher says good day to you.
SILVIA: United Nations was born in a hope
that survived the World War.
We must not allow the peace of the world to be jeopardized.
Not only is this a negation of democracy and its principles,
it constitutes interference in the internal affairs
of sovereign states.
We are presently in the throes of a great transition
in humankind's affairs.
Modern technology is altering our world
in ways that would have been impossible to fathom
when the United Nations Charter was signed.
GUARD 1: Could you take your jacket off?
GUARD 2: Go ahead.
GUARD 1: Ma'am.
What?
GUARD 2: Step forward, please.
Man.
SILVIA: Peace, security and freedom
are not finite commodities Iike Iand, oiI, or goId,
which one state can acquire at another's expense.
WU: Get the GA President into the safe room,
let him know what's going on.
Clear out the tourists.
Get the Prime Minister on his way out.
Then clear everybody else out.
WhiIe gIobaIization has benefited portions of the worId...
GUIDE: While there are now 1 91 nations represented,
1 40 more than there were in 1 945,
you'll be required to learn the word "peace"
in the six languages spoken on the General Assembly floor.
TOURIST: Do we get a pin or something?
Excuse me, folks. You need to follow me.
Ladies and gentIemen, we need to take a 1 5-minute recess now.
We wiII advise you further at the end of that time.
SILVIA: We can't use the stairs when there's an alert.
Come on, I know a shortcut.
What did you do, design the building?
- I still get lost every other day. - Silvia.
I'll be right back.
- What is that? - Come on, it's my flutes and stuff.
I have a lesson tonight.
Don't make me drag it down just to drag it back up.
I let you do this, I'm gonna get coats and hats and yogi mats and...
I heard a beauty this morning. "Pie in the sky."
Isn't it something like "castles in Spain"?
Exactly.
Stay away from both doors.
We'll unlock when it's all clear, sir.
Delegates' entrance clear.
Delegates' lounge clear.
Visitors' lobby clear.
Protectee is back in America.
MAN: Want to wait this out at OZ? We can grab a sandwich.
I've got to get back in to get my stuff later.
WOMAN: Merde, how long is this going to take?
LAURIE: Hey, you got the KeIIers. We're out having a good time,
so Ieave a message.
Hey, you got the KeIIers. We're out having a good time,
so Ieave a message.
MAN: Silvia? Rudy thought he had a fIute Iesson tonight.
WiII you caII me when you get in?
You know, they make new ones now.
Yeah, I know.
Portuguese.
FEMALE INTERPRETER: Mr. President, Iadies and gentIemen,
the situation in Matobo has now become critical.
With Ajene XoIa in hiding and Kuman-Kuman in exile,
Edmond Zuwanie has few domestic obstacles
to his poIicy of ethnic cIeansing.
The Security Council, therefore,
must press for his immediate referraI
to the lnternational Criminal Court in The Hague.
Ms. Broome. I'm Jonathan Williams, advisor to Ambassador Harris.
We need you for a few minutes.
Which language?
It's the Matoban Ambassador. He'll be speaking Ku.
- Ku? - You speak the language, don't you?
Let's be clear, Mr. Ambassador.
The United States may not recognize the ICC as a legitimate court,
but we certainly do not condone the methods
President Zuwanie uses against his own people.
Dr. Zuwanie is an educator.
He is our teacher.
But his opponents engage in ever more ferocious acts.
The partisans of both Kuman-Kuman and Ajene Xola have become
terrorists.
The French proposal is a diplomatic headache for both of us.
- Quite a predicament. - It doesn't have to be.
Dr. Zuwanie wouldn't have to appear
before the International Criminal Court
if he were somewhere else.
Do you want him to resign?
Tell him this:
if he goes voluntarily,
we're confident the French proposal will be vetoed.
You can tell him yourself.
He will be here next Friday,
exercising his right to speak before the General Assembly,
where he will announce a new program of democratic reform.
Perhaps then there will be no vote
and the problem of your "predicament" will disappear.
SILVIA: "lt will end here.
"The Teacher will never leave this room alive."
That's it.
"The Teacher will never leave this room alive."
Word for word.
And what language did you say?
Ku.
It's a tribal dialect of Matoban,
but it's spoken throughout the south-central African belt.
Did you see anyone?
No. But I think that they saw me.
Why didn't you report this last night?
It didn't mean anything to me at the time.
Rather, I didn't know what it meant.
But now you do.
I heard something today.
I don't know if I can say, if I'm permitted to.
- It was in a closed-session... - You are permitted.
In fact, you're obligated, as you were last night, when you didn't.
I think they were talking about Edmond Zuwanie.
He's planning to come here to address the GA.
WU: Can you see her?
Turn on the light.
Call the Secret Service.
Bet you really missed this.
Welcome back. Ma'am.
Excuse me. Please don't touch the Prime Minister.
I need you to step back, please.
Woods.
REPORTER: You're hearing the demonstrators.
They're here to protest the appearance later this week
by Matoban President Edmond Zuwanie.
Not just his political future, but any future for him
hinges on the outcome of the speech to the General Assembly.
Dr. Zuwanie is accused of genocide,
but he is expected to argue
that his actions were simply a defensive response to terrorism
and not acts of aggression
as some members of the Security Council have charged.
- Secret Service. - Just a moment, please.
We're with Foreign Dignitary Protection.
- It's a branch of the US Government. - Dot.
You're not in the United States.
This is international territory. Wait for an escort.
DOT: Zuwanie lands at 0845.
State Department says no meet-and-greet,
no shopping, no Lion King.
He leaves your podium, his plane has two hours to clear US airspace.
Unless, of course, the UN cancels the visit
and Tobin and I can get back to the really important work
that we were doing this morning.
That's up to the GA President. We just present a threat assessment.
- Why's he coming in the first place? - RORY: To make a speech.
He's trying to avoid the International Criminal Court.
The Security Council's debating whether to bring charges
of ethnic cleansing against him in the ICC.
So he'll come,
talk about free elections and democratic reform,
and pray that that appeases everyone.
So the stakes are high for him. He's not gonna cancel.
Tell me about the interpreter.
Born here, but spent most of her life in Africa and Europe.
Studied music in Johannesburg
and linguistics at the Sorbonne and various countries in Europe.
Parents?
WU: British mother, white African father.
Moved here five years ago.
Interview couldn't have taken long. She's just what they look for.
She is the UN.
Can she cook?
What else do we know since the initial clearance?
Is she married? Does she have a child?
Does she belong to any clubs? Is she registered to vote?
Democrat? RepubIican?
What reIigion is she?
Who is she?
"Secret Service Dignitary Protection Squad."
We're responsible for visiting heads of state.
I don't recall seeing you around.
They hire us for our forgettable faces.
SILVIA: Is she on guard?
Yes, ma'am.
"Ma'am." Why is it you guys who carry guns sound like cowboys?
I don't concentrate on faces in my job.
But you listen to voices.
Could you identify the voice you heard
if you heard it again?
Well, I'd say yes, if... It was almost a whisper.
Whispers disguise the quality of a voice.
You, I imagine, study faces.
- I'm not really a dignitary. - I know.
How'd you happen to be up there after hours?
We had an evacuation.
I left my things in the sound booth, I had to go back for them.
At that moment, a couple of guys were discussing an assassination
in a language you and maybe eight other people understand
in a room full of microphones.
Do you think I'm making it up?
Why would I report a threat I didn't hear?
People do.
- I don't. - Some people like attention.
I don't.
Maybe you don't want Zuwanie at the UN.
I didn't make it up.
How do you feel about him?
I don't care for him.
Wouldn't mind if he were dead?
I wouldn't mind if he were gone.
- Same thing. - No, it isn't.
If I said "gone" for "dead," I'd be out of a job.
If "dead" and "gone" were the same, there'd be no UN.
Your profession is playing with words, Ms. Broome.
I don't play with words.
- You're doing it right now. - No. You are.
If I wanted him dead, I wouldn't have reported it.
I'd sit back and let it happen.
It's not what I want. That's not why I'm here.
- Here? - Here. Working at the UN
instead of standing on a road somewhere with a machine gun.
Because you believe in diplomacy?
Because I believe in this place and what it tries to accomplish.
You've had a tough year, lady.
Listen.
I'm scared.
And my protector is someone who doesn't believe me.
You don't look scared.
People handle fear in different ways, Mr. Keller.
It turns people into stand-up comedians.
You don't know me at all.
Maybe I should talk to someone else about assigning someone
to look after me, who's suited to the job.
My job is not to look after you.
It's to look after the man who's been threatened.
If there was a threat.
My job, as it concerns you, is to investigate you.
So you're not here to offer me any protection whatsoever?
No, ma'am.
And we were getting along so well.
So, what do you think?
She's a liar.
Agent Keller? Morning.
Special Agent Lewis, FBI. This is Agent King.
We're on loan.
Which means they have to be returned
in the same condition, or we don't get our money back.
JAY: Keller.
- Excuse me. - Woods.
- You sure you're ready to come back? - I'm better working.
- We got a credible threat? - We should assume so.
Because I got to tell you,
as popular as we are in the world these days,
the last thing we can afford is to have a foreign leader
get popped on our soil.
And particularly a guy like this that we don't like.
So, State wants you to know:
NSA, CIA, FBI,
whatever you need to keep this maniac's heart beating
till he makes his speech and gets the hell out, it's yours.
DOT: Woods.
Zuwanie's head of security has arrived.
He wants a meeting right away.
TOBIN: He's gotta wait a couple hours, when we get back from Washington.
DOT: Guess what? He's white.
- EvidentIy he was a Dutch mercenary. - TOBIN: He still has to wait.
JONATHAN: It's hard to remember that Edmond Zuwanie was once a good man.
That's not unusual for these guys.
They begin as liberators and 20 minutes later,
they're as corrupt as the tyrants they overthrow.
He liberated the country
from one of the most corrupt governments on earth.
Gave the people hope, and he was a hero.
They need another name for what he is now.
The man likes his gun.
JONATHAN: He'll have it with him at the UN.
He knows they won't be putting him through a metal detector.
Who are his enemies?
Aside from the thousands of victims' relatives?
These two.
Both his opponents, both want his job.
On the right, Ajene Xola.
Son of a doctor. Paris educated. Pacifist to begin with.
Aren't they all?
JONATHAN: Well, he managed longer than most.
DOT: And the other?
The one with the two names who's constantly in the Post.
One name, twice: Kuman-Kuman.
And he's been yelling about Zuwanie being a madman
and the UN not doing enough about it.
Now he's in exile in Brooklyn.
A socialist and a capitalist,
both gaining significant strength with the people,
both with the motivation to see Zuwanie gone.
- Gone? - Dead.
But not just dead.
Dead in front of the delegates of 1 91 countries
and every news service with a camera.
Dead in front of the world.
Nobody needs to be that dead. My opinion?
We're wasting tax dollars staying late.
It's a con.
This is the interpreter?
I need everything CIA has on her.
You know what to do.
Philippe -
It's the only number I have...
I need to talk to you.
Are you still...
...out of the country?
Can you call me?
I need to ask you something...
No - better not call me...
I'll try to call you later.
LUD: So what do we make of this interpreter?
Is she making it up?
Is she imagining things?
I'm looking for Mr. Lud.
- Is she pretty? - I brought a copy of her UN file.
Dr. Zuwanie is not going to cancel his speech, you know.
That's up to the GA President, but you might want to think about it.
Ms. Broome has a Matoban passport.
- Excuse me? - She was born here,
she was raised there, so she has dual citizenship.
Are you serious?
Black or white?
No, thank you.
Is she black or white?
White.
LUD: Did you give her a poIygraph test?
TOBIN: Not yet, no.
LUD: WeII, shouIdn't you?
Hi, Ma.
Back off, you're too close. Way too close.
What, are you on a date?
LAURIE: Hey, you got the KeIIers. We're out having a good time,
so Ieave a message.
LAURIE: Hey, you there?
Maybe I made a mistake.
You there?
Shit.
l told him l want to come back
and he's gonna drop me off at the airport now
and I was wondering...
Anyway, you don't have to meet me.
UnIess you want to.
I hope you haven't changed the Iocks.
They're ready for you.
I'll be right there.
Ms. Broome.
- Can I get you anything? - How about a hood?
TOBIN: Let's split that one.
When do I know the results?
Right away.
You know when you're lying, don't you?
MAN: Look straight ahead. Feet flat on the floor.
Is your name Silvia Broome? Ms. Broome?
I found out something from our domestic intel.
All this may have begun with a tragic accident.
What do you mean?
Her parents had a farm in the Mukwa Mountains.
This area became infested with rebels in the '80s
and Dr. Zuwanie was forced to mine the roads.
Her parents were bringing her younger sister home from school.
Land Rover hit a mine.
- And they were killed? - All of them.
- TOBIN: How old was she? - 1 2, 1 3.
- MAN: Are you now in New York? - Yes.
Something like that,
even years later, could incite all kinds of ideas.
Did you overhear a threat against the life of Edmond Zuwanie?
Yes.
She has every reason to want Dr. Zuwanie tried at the ICC.
MAN: Did you hear someone speaking in the General Assembly?
I'll be right back.
TOBIN: No, come on. MAN: Okay.
The control questions show stress
and the key questions show stress,
as well as the baseline questions.
Maybe we should just read her palm.
How did I do?
Nils Lud, Dr. Zuwanie's head of security.
I thought since you were in a question-answering mood,
I might ask one or two.
Might I ask where you stand now politically, Ms. Broome?
I'm for peace and quiet, Mr. Lud.
It's why I came to the UN. Quiet diplomacy.
But, with respect, you only interpret.
Countries have gone to war because they misinterpreted one another.
I would say she's clearly under stress but not necessarily lying.
Congratulations.
I'm told what you heard was a whisper.
Yes.
Is it possible that you could identify it if you heard it again?
It might be.
Tell me, do you have a brother?
I hope it's all right.
I took this opportunity to ask Ms. Broome a few questions.
You're free to go.
Agent Scott will drive you back to the UN.
Would you drive Ms. Broome back to the UN, please? Thank you.
- Does this mean the test... - The test was inconclusive.
But I'd rather make the mistake of believing her
than the bigger one of not.
The next time you want to question an American citizen
in the offices of United States Secret Service,
you ask permission.
Hey, Silvia.
- Don't worry, I'm not leaving... - You do something naughty?
A couple of FBIs were asking me about you.
If you often work later than everybody.
Do you bring things in after hours? Like that.
What did you tell them?
I said, from a sound engineer's point of view,
you're perfect.
TOBIN: I need somebody on the guy with two names.
Actually it's one name twice. Kuman-Kuman.
Are you volunteering or just correcting me?
- I'm from Brooklyn. - You got him. You and...
I was on him when he first came here from Matobo.
Okay, you got him again, you and Mo.
I thought she had perfect pitch and all that shit.
She says whispers don't have a recognizable pitch. NSA agrees.
- They say it's very difficult. - They don't know that.
- They say they do. - No, not NSA.
Whoever she heard.
So why don't you let them keep thinking that she can ID it?
What are you asking me to do, Jay?
I don't want any harm to come to her.
You ought to get a place where you can keep an eye on her.
But we got three days. She's the only link to these guys.
Are we using her as bait?
Just make the calls, Dot.
I'm sending you an e-mail with an attachment.
Can you print it front and back?
I've asked INS for the list of everyone
who's come in the last six months.
Zimbabwe, Botswana, Matobo.
I'm gonna do voice sampIes on everyone.
When she hears the voice again, she can identify it.
I'm gonna have her listen to all the samples.
But she said it was a whisper.
Well, now she thinks she can do it.
Photo there yet?
TOBIN: It's printing. Let me put you on speaker.
LUD: That's an anti-Zuwanie raIIy.
The man speaking is Ajene Xola.
Look at the crowd.
Look cIoseIy.
SILVIA: Any leads?
Maybe one.
Come on down to Mexico.
Is that you?
Can you tell me what somebody like you,
who uses the word "diplomacy" like she's chastising me,
- is doing at a rebel rally? - A peace rally.
- I don't want to do this again. - That's exactly what it is.
What I'm doing is listening.
After that, after you listen?
You're asking the wrong question.
I'm asking you what you don't want to answer.
Why would somebody take a picture
and type the names of everyone in it on the back?
This is a death list.
The question you should be asking is,
"Who gave me this, and why?"
- What are you not telling me? - What are you accusing me of?
How do you feel about Zuwanie? Never mind "I don't care for him."
I feel disappointment.
That's a lover's word.
What about rage?
Of all the people I've looked into since this thing started,
the one with the darkest Zuwanie history is you.
It was his land mines that killed...
We don't name the dead.
Everyone who loses somebody wants revenge
on someone, on God if they can't find anyone else.
And in Africa...
In Matobo, the Ku believe that the only way
to end grief is to save a life.
If someone is murdered,
a year of mourning ends with a ritual
that we call "the drowning man trial."
There's an all-night party beside a river.
At dawn, the killer is put in a boat.
He's taken out in the water and dropped.
He's bound, so that he can't swim.
The family of the dead then has to make a choice.
They can let him drown, or they can swim out and save him.
The Ku believe that if the family lets the killer drown,
they'll have justice
but spend the rest of their lives in mourning.
But if they save him, if they admit
that life isn't always just,
that very act can take away their sorrow.
Vengeance is a lazy form of grief.
Why do you look away?
There are some things I don't like to talk about and you call it lying.
But not when you do it.
I'm not the one under investigation.
That was a long time ago.
MAN 1: FBl. MAN 2: lntel.
MAN 3: TTF.
MAN 4: Sniper team. MAN 5: Sniper team.
Secret Service.
This is Nils Lud, head of Dr. Zuwanie's security.
Shall we take a walk?
TOBIN: How close can a vehicle get over here on the south end?
RORY: Not close enough with the barriers.
No garage under the GA.
WU: Dogs sweep every night. lt's not a bomb.
RORY: Has to be a rifle.
From where?
How does he get a rifle in here?
TOBIN: Could be from up close.
Who gets that close?
TOBIN: One of Zuwanie's bodyguards.
It's a good thought,
but we'd much prefer to kill him back home alone than here
with you gentleman watching.
TOBIN: It's already here.
If these guys know what they're doing, the weapon is already here.
Hello?
Hello, Philippe? Hello?
MAN: No prints on the door and negative for latex dust.
DOT: Nothing on the door? MAN: Nothing.
DOT: No forced entry.
TOBIN: Did Doug not see him?
No, he missed it. Some lady across the street called 91 1, saw the guy.
Hey, go easy on him, okay? He feels terrible.
On the roof.
He must have gone over the roof to get to the next building.
I couldn't see the fire escape, it's on the other side.
Give me that.
You mean you screwed up?
I mean I screwed up.
So did I.
I need Polaroids of that, inside and out.
You okay?
Great.
Who else has a key to this apartment?
No one.
You don't keep a spare outside somewhere?
No.
- No one else has a key... - Nobody.
- The door wasn't forced. - They can't pick locks?
They can. We can tell. They didn't.
Where do you keep your key?
In my purse.
And it hasn't been out of your sight all day?
No.
Yes.
In my locker.
Dot,
wake up Roy, have him dust her locker and those on either side.
So, you're just having a quiet evening
and some gentleman in a mask waves to you from your fire escape.
That's about it, yeah.
- Dot. - Yeah.
TOBIN: Is there anything special about this mask?
I'll be honest with you.
I don't know how honest I can be with you.
My brother gave it to me.
I still have a brother there who I'm close to, Simon.
We've lost touch for a while, but
we're close.
Is he standing on the road somewhere with a machine gun,
or is he into diplomacy, too?
He's more into lists.
Farm kids will do anything to amuse themselves.
Mostly, you fight.
I read.
My brother kept lists.
Weird lists in ratty notebooks.
The times and dates that Mom used the "F" word.
Countries with advantageous male-to-female ratios.
Odd animal facts.
Did you know the leading cause of death for beavers is falling trees?
Yes.
You did not.
He had a whole notebook for words that he liked:
hypotenuse, doodad, bodacious.
Could he be involved in this?
We're stuck, aren't we? You and I.
We're kepeIa.
It means "standing on opposite sides of the river."
You gotta give me a reason to get to the other side.
What were you doing?
Maybe she saw me...
I know she heard us...
I just wanted to scare her... shut her up.
I was careful... I wore gloves.
Over your head?
They found hair!!
Just wait a sec.
Okay.
There's a blue-and-white outside.
NYPD will keep an eye on you till morning.
And then?
We'll figure something out.
Thank you.
My wife was killed two weeks ago.
She'd left me.
She'd left me before, but she'd always come back.
She was going to come back this time, she said.
She was a dancer.
The guy was a dancer, too.
Eddie.
Great dancer.
Lousy driver.
The only way he knew how to stop a car
was to slam it into a bridge abutment in Santa Fe.
So there was no taking her back this time.
Thing is,
if he had lived
and I had a choice,
I think I would have let him drown.
I might have even held his head under the water.
Not a very Ku thing to do.
If you need anything, you can call the precinct or just go downstairs.
This is my cell number.
It's the same card.
Good night.
Lock this.
DOUG: It's a remodel.
Owners are in the middle of a divorce.
We got lucky.
We got a clear view, front door's just 50 seconds away.
Me and Mo will take the first shift.
Who's babysitting Kuman, Lewis and Clark?
MO: Lewis and King. He'll be in bed in an hour.
FBI's right, guy does the same routine every day.
Somebody call me if she gets another trick-or-treater.
I'm going to call it a night.
Sweet dreams, partner.
SILVIA: ...beliefthat the individuaI needs of peopIe
are paramount to its purpose, and with it
goes the assumption that human rights are fundamental
to human prosperity and development.
They cannot be separated.
They can only be said to exist...
TOBIN: You got one shot. You sever the brainstem,
creating flaccid paralysis. You drop your perpetrator
without reflex action.
He can't activate a detonator. Thank you.
If you have to issue a verbal warning,
you get very close before you do so.
No, there won't be time for a second one.
Whatever the weapon is, we have to consider this a suicide bomber.
There's no profile for a suicide bomber.
This could be nine or 90, male or female,
a Ph.D. or a dropout.
The only thing they have in common is that they are not afraid to die.
Which means this is either a fanatic for a cause
or someone who has nothing to live for.
DOT: We'll run two teams.
DDO calls the decoy exit 30 seconds before the intersection,
NYPD snipers from these two buildings here,
our guys sniper the bridge.
Her locker was clean.
The ones on either side were covered with prints.
Someone wiped hers down.
We're looking at a janitor or a maintenance worker.
Or another interpreter.
So, where are we? When do we do this voice line-up?
We're not doing that anymore.
She says she can't.
Can't what?
ID the voice. She thought she could, now she thinks she can't.
She's sure that she can't.
She can't because she can't?
Or she can't because she never heard anything in the first place?
He says he wasn't here, I think.
Not according to this.
He traded shifts with someone.
Jamal.
Jad Jamal.
He's in Crown Heights.
Afternoon, Secret Service. Need to talk to Jad Jamal.
Huh?
RUSSELL: Does this guy live here?
No here. With lady.
You got lady's number?
Does he have a cell phone?
DOUG: It's okay.
We'll be back. If he shows up before that, have him give us a call.
Hello?
Philippe.
Going out.
I got her.
- Shit. - Shit.
Come on.
Philippe.
Tell me Simon's not involved.
SILVIA: What is it?
I've done a terrible thing.
- It is Simon. - No, Silvia, listen.
Someone contacted me,
one of Kuman's people...
I thought it was one of his people,
to arrange a meeting with Xola.
They said it was time to admit that only together could they
- hope to do anything about Zuwanie. - What happened?
So I arrange it.
But it was a trap.
Xola's dead.
I knew it.
I knew he was dead.
Was my brother there?
No, Simon wasn't there, only Xola.
I stayed in the car.
No one came back out.
Where is he? Where's my brother?
I don't know.
You think Kuman might have him?
I don't know what to think, or where to go. Everything is chaos.
It's all gone to hell.
How did it get to be like this?
You see what I did?
I took Xola right to them.
You didn't know.
Silvia, forgive me.
I was only trying to help.
There's nothing to forgive.
Yes, there is. I have to go.
You can't do that. You cannot do that.
How am I supposed to protect you if I don't know where you are?
I didn't know you were. You emphatically told me you weren't.
That was before you had a man in a mask on your fire escape.
I've had a 24-hour shift of agents
across the street from your apartment.
Who was that in the park?
It's personal.
No, we're past that. What's his name?
It's not your business.
Is he the one you e-mailed
the night before you decided to report the threat?
"Where are you?
"I'm worried about you.
"Write me.
"Please, I need to know you're okay."
Worried, why? Because he's involved?
Is that him? Here now?
In my country, making threats? That is my business.
You're wrong. It's got nothing to do with you.
SIMON: l'll take care ofyou.
MO: I'm gonna run over to Starbucks. Want anything?
Yeah, that's just what I need. Another night without sleep.
I'm good. Thanks.
What's up with "Common Kuman"?
- Brushing his teeth. - I gotta talk to him.
Cafe Atlantic from noon to 2:00, then over to the Nava Club
for a steam and massage.
- Coffee? - No, I'm good. Thanks.
She can't sleep either.
Just turned the TV on.
Probably PBS.
Where are you going?
You're here with your bag.
I can go home and get a good night's sleep.
Unless you want me to stay.
No, thanks.
I'll see you tomorrow.
REPORTER: United Nations, New York.
Protests erupted here today foIIowing an announcement
that the President of Matobo, Dr. Edmond Zuwanie,
will address the General Assembly Friday.
The exiled leader, Kuman-Kuman, raIIied today's protesters.
He wouId be more convincing if he were assassinated.
He doesn't even have to be killed.
An almost-assassinated leader gets so much credibiIity
he can do anything he wants, and stick around to enjoy it.
REPORTER: Security is on heightened aIert in response to anonymous...
Keller.
SILVIA: l'm sorry.
I really didn't know you were watching me.
I wouIdn't have just Ieft Iike that.
You want to tell me what happened?
SILVIA: l 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.
He needed to talk to you and now you're watching TV
'cause you can't sleep. What'd he say?
How do you know I'm watching...
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 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,
but I don't know all of it.
Are you going to be there until morning?
Almost is morning.
Yeah, I'll be here.
Is it okay if I just try to fall asleep over the phone?
That's fine.
Good night.
LEWIS: She's coming your way.
No scooter, please, no scooter.
Yes! Thank you, God.
You might as well drive me. We're going to Brooklyn.
Corner of Bergen and Nostrand.
RUSSELL: Jad Jamal.
Worked the Interpreters' Lounge the day the mask showed up.
- Bring him to me. - Can't find him.
Wasn't home yesterday, didn't show for work today.
- Well, sit on his apartment. - Doug's already there.
Got the INS files.
I don't think this is the way it's supposed to be done.
You can let me off up here.
KING: She's at the corner of Bergen and Nostrand, in BrookIyn.
She's where?
MO: My guy's on the move.
KING: This is where she is, whether I brought her or not.
Whoa! Go back. What is she doing?
- KING: Waiting for something. - Holy shit.
What?
The janitor, Jad Jamal.
That's not him.
RUSSELL: I know. It's his roommate.
Russell? Jamal's roommate just left the building.
His name is Gamba. Jean Gamba.
DOUG: Do you want me to stay here?
No, you stick with the roommate.
- We working on a warrant? - Lewis is getting it.
He'll meet us there.
KUMAN: How are you today?
I got something for you.
Okay, bless you.
What the hell is going on?
I don't know, but it don't feel good.
What are they doing?
Just standing there.
DOUG: Okay, we're getting on the L.
Watch it!
There's a line, man.
Shit.
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.
Where have you been?
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're 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: 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, then it's a loss for all of us.
Me, especially.
DOUG: We're getting off.
We got the back room.
DOT: Jesus.
Clear the other room.
Okay.
DOT: Closet.
Yeah, I got bed.
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.
KUMAN: 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.
KUMAN: So like the UN.
Layers of languages, signifying nothing.
- You 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 1 33
with Mohammad and Silvia Broome
and Kuman-Kuman.
What?
You're on the same bus?
With our subjects.
Both of you get off the bus, and get Silvia off right now.
Can't do that.
We're moving.
Doug, is the roommate carrying anything?
Doug, is he carrying anything?
A satchel.
TOBIN: Where is it?
In his lap. He's been carrying it all day.
Man.
Can either of you get to him?
Not without getting made.
Despite all the flags fluttering on First Avenue,
there are no nations anymore, 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.
Okay, 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.
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.
TOBIN: Keep talking to me. What's going on?
Is he carrying the satchel?
Okay, he's got the satchel. But I think he made me.
It's okay, I got him.
- What about Kuman? - He's staying put.
Ms. Broome, please get in the car.
Hey, move it, move it!
- I got Gamba. - Okay, 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.
Man.
I'm standing here on Nostrand Avenue in Crown Heights,
where the scene behind me can only be described
as unconscionable...
...frantically helping victims of an apparent terrorist attack.
These events are more familiar in the streets
and the cities of the Middle East...
However, there are unconfirmed reports
that Kuman-Kuman, the exiled revolutionary from Matobo,
may have been on board.
- You all right? - Okay.
Doug?
This is Ron Ferguson reporting live on Nostrand Avenue in Crown Heights.
We're okay, boss.
FEMALE REPORTER 1: ...definiteIy a sense that the vioIence
has now found its way into the hearts...
MALE REPORTER 1: ...latest reports, the death toll now stands at 17...
FEMALE REPORTER 2: Dozens of bridges wiII remain cIosed
for at least the next 1 2 hours.
MALE REPORTER 2: Zuwanie is stiII pIanning
to address the General Assembly of the UN.
What were you doing on that bus?
Thank you for bringing me home.
I lost a man today.
A kid.
TOBIN: How do you know Kuman?
- I don't. I never met him before. - You're lying.
You think not getting caught lying is the same as telling 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? Somebody who's mixed up in all this?
Are you? Why did you leave Africa?
- I told you... - No, you didn't tell me!
Why did you come here?
- Stop it. - God damn it!
- Stop shouting at me! - Stop lying to me!
- I'm not lying. - Stop lying to me!
I was just on that bus that blew up. I can't think with all this noise.
I can't. You have to stop.
That isn't me.
Don't be ridiculous.
It isn't me.
No, that is you.
And I know, because I drive you home,
I look at you through binoculars, and everything else
that I shouldn't do.
It was once.
It's not anymore.
After the rallies, after my parents and my sister were killed,
then the rifles came out.
It was the only way to get anyone to listen. Just to listen.
I killed a boy who had nothing to live for
beyond the lunch money he would get for killing me.
I shot him in the head to stop him from shooting me.
And then I handed the rifle to my brother and told him, "I'm through."
I walked away with him shouting at me,
"You're a coward.
"Our parents are dead, Zuwanie's alive."
My brother, who in another life, wouldn't harm...
And that was the last thing he ever said to me.
The only contact I have with him is the notebooks that I send
and imagine him receiving.
I know he's alive. I know it.
But I'm not to him.
I lied to you because I was afraid.
I was afraid he might be involved in what I heard.
I lied to everyone else because if I didn't
they wouldn't let me anywhere near the UN, and that's the only place
that I believe has a chance to change any of this.
And I lied to you about Ajene Xola because
I loved him. Once.
Until the color of my skin became a problem.
The politics of my skin.
I walked away from Africa with nothing.
No brother, no family, no lover, nothing.
Nothing.
Just a belief that words
and compassion are the better way.
Even if it's slower than a gun.
Where are you going?
You've got blood all over your face.
You can't say stuff like that with blood on your face.
This is preciseIy the reason
that Dr. Zuwanie must be aIIowed to speak.
This monstrous act of terrorism was aimed at you
and at the heart of the United Nations.
I can't listen to this.
INTERPRETER: You must not aIIow them to intimidate you
or Dr. Zuwanie.
- Where are we going? - Bathroom.
OSTROFF: Keller.
Get this processed and back to me right away.
SILVIA: Did he leave a note?
Did you read it?
Of course you did.
Would you read it to me, please?
"Dear Silvia,
"I came to tell you something, and then didn't.
"I wanted to, but when I saw you, I couldn't find the words.
"I told you I didn't know where Simon is.
"That was a lie. He was there that day.
"A young boy shot him.
"I couldn't tell you because I'm a coward. Simon was braver than me.
"You're braver than me. I'm so sorry."
I'm so sorry.
The second time was me.
I feel like my friends must feel when they try to say something.
It's all right.
That's what I say to them.
He left this with the note.
The only thing that I wanted,
besides having her back,
was to be left alone.
My bonnie lies over the ocean
My bonnie Iies...
SIMON: Don't cry.
Don't cry.
I'm not crying.
SIMON: You don't have to cry. YOUNG SILVIA: l'm not.
SIMON: Because l'm here, and l won't leave.
I promise.
Look at me. I'II take care of you.
YOUNG SILVIA: We'll take care ofeach other.
SIMON: l'll take care ofyou.
Promise me.
YOUNG SILVIA: l promise.
I promise.
Xola's dead.
Kuman's dead.
Who do you work for?
Don't touch.
Those things will kill you.
Russell!
TOBIN: Silvia!
RUSSELL: Keller!
She's not here.
Check the roof.
DOT: Jay.
Dot, what do you got?
TOBIN: His name is Jean Gamba.
He's our bomber.
- And our assassin? - That would be good for us.
But I doubt it.
He tried to kill her.
- What happened? - I shot him.
That's a pity.
He might have told us something.
And Ms. Broome?
Gone.
He killed her?
She was gone before he got there.
Mind if I take a look upstairs?
Hold on. Dino?
Could you escort Mr. Lud up to the apartment? And Brian...
- I would like to get NYPD to push... - Keller.
- Go home and get some sleep. - I'll stay here and wait for her.
Like hell you are.
I need you awake tomorrow morning.
Woods. Get him home.
Drive around the block.
Come on, you heard Jay, I gotta take you home.
What if there were two guys, three guys, what do we do?
We just set the trap and run? Is that what we do?
They are not our family and they are not our friends.
You told me that.
You lose somebody, you lose somebody.
I don't want to lose two somebodys.
One circle, then I'm taking you home.
SILVIA: Hello.
Are you there?
I'm fine, I'm aII right, but I...
I can't taIk to you, I...
You were right.
My brother was right.
It takes too Iong, Tobin.
I'm going home.
Keller.
LEWIS: Keller, Lewis.
Those numbers scribbled on Jamal's kitchen wall:
Ray's Pizza,
some sex lines, a hardware store, and a global cell phone.
Chase down the global cell.
- ON WALKY-TALKY: Keller, it's Mo. - Go ahead, Mo.
I got a hit off her AmEx. She booked a flight online.
Check all flights to South Africa out of JFK, LaGuardia, and Newark.
And then what? If I find her?
Get her on the phone with me.
He's here.
That's him?
Second car.
LEWIS: Keller, Lewis.
The global cell belongs to Jean Gamba.
- TOBIN: Do you have the times of the calls? - Yeah.
The day before yesterday, 3:30 p.m., anything there?
Day before yesterday, 3:30?
KING: 3:30, yeah.
Call it. Have Lewis call it, you stay on with me.
- I'm Lewis. - Clark, I mean.
King, and he's dialing.
Extension 647.
The bus. Right after, I want to know the first call he made.
It's King. It's the Matoban Mission. An extension.
Lud?
No. Someone named Marcus Matu.
Get over there. I need a face with that name.
MO: She's booked 9:00 a.m. out of JFK. l'm on the LlE, almost there.
Call me from the gate.
Not as much sky as I remember, but more skyscrapers.
Twenty-three years, Dr. Zuwanie. Things change.
They diminish.
Desire diminishes.
Where is the Second Avenue?
Just after we get off the bridge.
They decorated the bridge.
When I came here before, they lined the bridge
with flowers welcoming me.
Sir, that flight departs from Gate Number 1.
Thank you. I'm at the airport, no sign of her, hasn't checked in yet.
Let me know when it's boarding.
Is there any way we can hold him in the safe room, buy some time?
You can try, but he'll want to speak, and it's up to him.
There was a parade right here, on this Second Avenue.
There was a snowstorm of confetti.
This is Second Avenue, sir.
Are you at the Mission?
Yeah, but he isn't. He didn't come in this morning.
Nobody knows where he is.
They know where he is, they just won't tell us.
- You got a photo ID? - LEWIS: Yeah.
Go back in. Fax it to UN Security now. Use their photofax.
Get his address and get over there.
I've got eight minutes.
DOT: Keep it tight.
GUARD: Agent Keller.
He's here. I just saw him. He's in the building.
Broadcast that description.
MAN: 49th.
42nd.
Good. Next.
Move on.
There it is.
Okay.
All right. Go.
Levels, please.
WOMAN ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen, the British Airways' FIight 178
to Johannesburg is ready to close at Gate Number 1 .
PIease, can you make your way to Gate Number 1 immediately?
Thank you. Levels, please.
MAN: Thank you.
The AssembIy wiII first hear an address
by the President of the RepubIic of Matobo.
On behalf of the General Assembly,
l have the honor to welcome to the United Nations
His ExceIIency, Dr. Edmond Zuwanie,
President of the RepubIic of Matobo,
and to invite him to address the AssembIy.
Mr. President, Mr. Secretary-General,
today my beIoved country is under siege.
As you saw the other afternoon across the river, in BrookIyn,
the terrorists in my country wiII stop at nothing.
How am I to defend my country against enemies Iike these?
I admit I have deaIt harshIy with them...
Tobin. It's King.
l don't think Matu's here, but remember your taIk
about the profile of suicide bombers and how there isn't one?
ZUWANIE: ...the evil and violence of real terrorism.
Your mother and your sister, they'll get their check on Monday.
Well, this guy's apartment? That's not what it is.
You did well.
None of the people here are gonna live long.
It's an AIDS hospice.
My opinion, it's a con.
ZUWANIE: ...that is what l have been forced to do, is the hope,
the specific goaI of my administration to recall
these brutaI methods of deaIing with...
Get him off the podium.
DOT: Got to go.
But I want to speak.
He's okay.
- Cover here, I'll take the hall. - Where's Keller?
Freeze!
Incredible. Thank God I looked up.
He's from our Mission.
I know who he is. Holster your weapon.
Dr. Zuwanie.
I remember the last time you were here.
We almost had an assassination here.
We watched you on the telly back home.
My family, all the families.
You were like the Beatles.
Two or three more seconds, I would have been too late.
He almost assassinated him.
An almost-assassinated leader gets so much credibiIity
so he can stay in power.
And gets to stick around to enjoy it.
We were so proud of you.
You were speaking to the world.
I don't think you should touch...
Why, because I'm not wearing a glove?
What is your name, child?
I'm the Silvia whose family you killed.
- TOBIN: What's in your hand, Lud? - It's just a precaution.
What's in your hand?
He must have been very surprised.
He thought there was a live round in this, didn't he?
Where is everyone?
But you knew better.
Give me the live round.
I grew up seeing you with this gun.
The gun you saved our country with.
Drop the gun, put it down!
Keller, US Secret Service.
It's the same one you used to kill it.
He's got a Glock on his hip.
Code 1 00 in the sound room.
Look at it.
Look at it!
Careful. The bleeder was an AIDS patient.
There's no way you can prove any of this.
You'll cop a plea. You're just an employee, right?
He's in custody. They're bringing him down from the booth.
SWAT team's at 42nd Street.
- Are you all right? - Yeah. Where's Zuwanie?
He's in the safe room. What the hell happened?
It was a fake. A piece of theater to justify the killing,
ethnic cleansing, genocide.
- MO: You there? - Go ahead.
That's the flight. She's not on it.
I checked every hotel in New York, every friend she's got.
They don't know where she'd go. They don't know her.
- No one knows her. - I know her.
Okay. Where is she?
She said she was going home.
SILVIA: My brother was right. I'm going home.
What home? Where?
- How were you there after hours? - SILVIA: Evacuation. l left my things.
It takes too Iong.
- I wouIdn't mind if he were gone. - She's here.
She's been in that room all night.
How could someone so good, so...
How could you give us so much,
so much,
and take away more?
- He in there? - Yeah.
Keep everybody out.
Silvia.
lt's me.
I'm coming in alone.
Five minutes.
Close it.
Close it!
Silvia, don't do this.
It was all just a piece of theater, an almost-assassination
meant to justify his act.
We've got everything we need to prosecute him.
- I have him. - He'll die in prison.
I want him to die the way Simon died.
That will be over in two seconds and then you'll have all your years.
Sir, it's a lot worse than you think it is.
Your so-called assassin is dead.
Your head of security is gonna make a deal.
We have Nils Lud, we have the rifle.
- You'll be tried before two courts. - He's been tried!
TOBIN: It's all over for you, sir, you're finished.
It doesn't matter!
TOBIN: Listen to me, Silvia.
I told you I'd let him drown.
The man who drove my wife into a bridge abutment.
But I wouldn't.
- Then you'd be wrong. - No, I wouldn't be wrong.
Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life in mourning.
You have to get out of here.
I can't do that, so put the gun down.
I can't.
Yes, you can. Put it down.
I can't!
Just go.
This is how it's done.
This is how you put a gun down.
Please.
You shoot him, he'll be dead.
Then you'll be dead.
And I don't know what I'll be.
Put it down.
Read it!
Read it.
Where?
The beginning. Read it.
- "The gunfire around us..." - SILVIA: Louder.
Like when you wrote it,
when you believed it,
when you meant it.
"The gunfire around us makes it hard to hear.
"But the human voice is different
"from other sounds.
"It can be heard..."
"It can be heard over...
"Over noises that bury
"everything else. Even..."
"Even when it's not shouting."
Shouting. Yeah, when it...
"Even if it's just a whisper.
"Even the lowest whisper
"can be heard over armies."
SILVIA: When?
When?
"When it's telling the truth."
That little boy was my country.
SILVIA: William Bhundu,
Ove Vambi,
kiIIed by Iandmines.
AIexander Mungoshi,
Charles Kufomo,
Ruth Kufomo,
shot to death defending their home.
Robert Chenjade,
Benito Makutzi,
burned to death during a protest raIIy.
Edgar Sekuru,
Masumi Bemsha,
John Enkumo,
Yvonne Enkumo...
MAN: Let the record show
that the Security Council
has unanimousIy commanded
that President Edmond Zuwanie of Matobo
be tried
at the lnternational Criminal Court in The Hague
for crimes against humanity.
SILVIA: Simon Broome,
shot to death
in a soccer stadium.
How did you make out?
They said you told them I wasn't a danger to the community.
I lied.
Thank you.
They didn't believe you.
They are sending me back.
I wanted to say goodbye.
It's okay. I'm going home.
We never...
I never had time to tell you how much I miss Africa.
We never had time for a lot of things.
You don't have anyone left there, do you?
It's where I remember them.
Ever been to Africa?
A lot of airports, no lions.
- When are you leaving? - Tomorrow.
Wow.
Hey, look at this. We're not kepela anymore.
We're on the same side.
You never know who you're gonna meet, do you?
No.
Will you let me know how you are?
You'll always know.
What was her name?
Laurie
Keller.
Killed in an auto accident in Santa Fe,
23 days ago.
Rest in peace?
Close enough.