01x05 - b*at Feet

[bunniefuu]

Your mother was a very brave woman.

I am so sorry.

The Ansar Dine hold my friend prisoner.

She is in trouble.

I have a friend, he is a gentleman in the Malian army.

I got my hands on a document, a transfer from SOC to Al-Qaeda.

Joe. I need to light a fire.

They k*lled your father. Any one of us could be next.

If you think something happened with your dad, I could help.

Omar, I know this man. He's dangerous.

Odelle: We're not safe. None of us are.

Colonel Glen.

Colonel? It's Odelle.

I'm alive.

[phone ringing]

01x05 Beet Feet

Colonel Glen.

Colonel? It's Odelle.

I'm alive.

My God.

Odelle.

But your entire unit was... was...

Yes, they were.

All of them.

But you had...

Yeah, I'm... I'm... I'm a little banged up, but I'm... I'm fine.

Listen, Colonel, you need to understand.

The people that att*cked us, they were not insurgents.

They were Osela.

The same people that were sent for SSE after we k*lled Abdul Abbas.

Odelle: Colonel?

I hear you, Sergeant, I'm just...

You're certain they were Osela?

Yes, I'm positive, sir.

I can fill in the details at the debrief.

Sir, my... my family.

Yes, yes, we need to get you home immediately.

Will you let them know that I'm okay?

Of course. That'll be the first call I make.

Thank you, and tell them that I'll call them the minute I get to the embassy.

Embassy?

Yes, I'm with... I'm with Colonel...

General.

I'm with General...

Diallo.

General Diallo.

He's escorting me to the American embassy here in Bamako.

Isn't that SOP?

Not in this case.

We need to exercise extreme caution here, Sergeant.

Extreme caution.

I don't understand.

Most of our diplomatic security in the region has been outsources to private m*llitary corporations.

Osela?

Among others.

The embassy isn't safe.

You need to get... stand by one.

You need to get to number nine Avenue Sheikh Zayed on the Fariko River.

Can you remember that? Do not repeat.

Just say yes if you can.

Yes.

It's a classified safe house, so you'll have to extricate yourself from the Malians, including that general.

Understood.

Excellent.

Contact me when you arrive.

I'll send an extraction team for you ASAP.

Copy that.

Odelle... you've been brave.

Extremely brave.

Now it's my job to bring you home.

Thank you, sir.

You will tell them it was me that saved you, eh?

At the embassy?

Yes. Yes.

[laughs]

[pounding on door]

Who the hell is David Tenant?

Are you crazy?

Why don't we just broadcast it on the evening news?

You said he k*lled my father.

I've never even heard of him.

Your father did.

I was able to access his cell phone records from the day he was k*lled.

What? How?

You know what, never mind. And? And?

Just before he d*ed, your dad made several phone calls to one person outside of his typical pattern.

Tenant?

Yes.

He's a Senior VP at GBR Industries.

All right, but what's he got to do with...

Okay, I'll get to that, but first we need some ground rules.

No reporters, especially that Ruby woman.

She... she... she could be helpful.

Trust me.She isn't.

Okay, no reporters. Go on.

Well, like I said, Tenant works for GBR, and GBR provides infrastructure for the m*llitary.

You know, laundry, recreational equipment, basketball courts.

So... ?

They do business in Mali.

Mali, Harrison, where those soldiers, including Odelle Ballard, were k*lled, allegedly by insurgents.

I... I don't follow.

Okay, look it, you tell your father there's a conspiracy in Mali.

Right.

He talks to Colonel Glen about Odelle Ballard, and then he talks to this guy, who just so happens to do m*llitary business in Mali?

Wait, in Mali and how many other countries?

24.

But that's not the point.

The... there's more.

I hacked into Tenant's email.

Bob, you can't just hack into people's emails.

The guy uses AOL.

What is it, like, 1991?

Anyway, Randall emailed Tenant asking him questions about Ballard.

Told him he wanted to set up a meet.

Tenant agreed.

Said there was a lot to talk about.

Four hours later...

My father's dead.

Get in the car.

What do you want?

For you to stop acting like a lunatic and start answering my questions.

Then you will let me go?

It depends.

Why does the Ansar Dine give a crap about you?

What do you have that they want?

Look, I have one of them on speed dial.

Want me to call him?

Fine.

[phone beeping]

[line rings]

It's this that the Ansar Dine want, okay? It's this.

That's what they want.

Hello.

Rasha, it's Amar.

[speaking French]

[I kiss you. See you later.]

What's on it?

I don't know.

Why does the Ansar Dine want it?

I don't know.

Okay.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

I got a computer that works now.

Guess we'll find out together.

[protestors chanting]

[car horn honks]

[speaking native language]

Protestors.

[car horn honking]

[protestors yelling]

Ah.

[shouting]

Don't worry. I will get you to the embassy, eh.

Embassy!

[speaking native language]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are you doing?

[g*n sh*ts]

[g*nf*re]

[speaking native language]

Damn it!

It's a simple question.

Do you work for me, or do you still work for the Justice Department?

SOC broke the law.

I have to do what's right no matter where I work.

No one's telling you not to do what's right.

In fact, had you spoken with me first, you would know, not only do I agree with you, but so does Alex Baker.

He hired outside consultants to conduct a full investigation of both SOC and Simons-Wachtel.

Who are these outside consultants?

Chuck Lees and Jack Levy of Morgan Jacobson.

You're familiar?

Of course.

I'd like to speak with them.

That's always been my intention, Peter.

I hired you for your intelligence savvy and your moral compass.

But none of that is useful to us without your trust.

I understand.

Now you need to repair your relationship with Alex Baker.

He's even angrier than I am.

Oh, and by the way...

I hear you been speaking with Sophia Tsaldari.

I have.

So far she's not interested in meeting with Mr. Baker.

I'm sure you'll persuade her.

Harrison: Black Sands.

What's that?

I don't know.

It's got something to do with oilfields in Pakistan.

It's weird. There's no final copy.

No article with the notes.

Well, maybe he never finished it?

[phone ringing]

Hey, Bob, what's up?

So did you find anything?

Yeah, so my father mentions Tenant as a source for an unfinished article about Pakistani oilfields.

You ever hear of Black Sands?

No, but an unfinished article could be the reason Tenant k*lled your father.

Harrison: What's it got to do with Odelle Ballard and Colonel Glen?

Uh, nothing yet.

But everything's linked, Harrison.

Everything.

Okay. I should go.

Bob: No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I called to tell that you right now as we speak, Tenant is having lunch at a place called the Edison Club.

If you leave now, I can meet you there.

And do what? Pull up a chair?

He was the last person to speak to your father before he was k*lled.

He's hiding something. I can feel it.

So 20 minutes?

Okay.

So maybe you should go talk to this guy with him.

Bob: Wait, hello?

Is there... hello? Are you there?

Is there somebody else on the line?

You know, I'm hanging up.

Bob, Bob, it's just...

It's just Anna.

Hi, Bob.

Bob: Oh. Have I been on speaker this whole time?

Hey, Bob, thanks for the tip.

Really, it's great. So I'll go talk to Tenant.

No, no, I don't mind. Wait, but with... with Anna?

Yeah, I think it's better.

Better?

You know, I'll fill you in later, Bob, all right?

I promise.

[phone beeps]

Bob okay?

[phone chimes]

He'll be fine.

Hey, I keep getting these texts from Odelle Ballard's daughter asking about her mom, think if she's still alive.

I don't know what to tell her anymore.

[phone clicking]

Who are you texting?

No one.

Are... are you really gonna have these people come to our house?

It might help.

Even if Mom's dead, which she's not...

Darling, we went to her funeral.

Do you really think hanging around a bunch of strangers who are sad is gonna make me not sad?

I don't know.

I'm trying.

Me too.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[buzzing]

Sergeant Ballard.

I'm Rich.

I'm with the agency.

Are you here alone?

Yeah, yeah, but... But now you're here.

Alive.

Not dead.

I just need a phone.

My daughter's just getting home from school right now.

Yeah, I understand, but...

How do I get an outside line?

You're not... You're not authorized.

It's a security protocol.

Once you're airborne, you can call anyone you want to.

It's just you can't do it now.

So... I was supposed to debrief you, unless you need to sleep.

No. Let's... let's get it over with.

[coughing]

Okay, let's start when your unit was att*cked by the insurgents.

That's not what happened.

Of course it is.

No, it's not, Rich.

I was there.

Yeah, well, so was an RK151 stealth reconnaissance aircraft.

We've got the entire thing in living color.

This is not what happened.

It's not us.

Are you sure that you don't need to take that rest?

And how'd you first become aware of SOC's financial mis-dealings?

The IRS investigation.

I saw the file.

SOC established an improper slush fund.

It was used to pay off a drone pilot, Danny Gentry.

And how did you get your hands on that IRS file?

What... what difference does that make?

You know about Danny Gentry, right?

The drone pilot who was m*rder*d?

How long have you known Joe Abrams?

What... what does Joe have to do with it...

Let us tell you what we do know, Mr. Decker.

There is a cancer here, a financial one, the scope and source of which lies within SOC and Simons-Wachtel.

From what we can tell, and this is highly confidential, Joe is the scope and source of this cancer rolled up in one.

You're on the wrong path here.

Stay with the facts.

SOC funded t*rrorists.

A Special Forces unit discovered this, and SOC had them k*lled by a drone, and when that drone pilot tried to go public, he was m*rder*d.

Why are you going after Joe Abrams?

Are you aware that Joe Abrams formerly worked at the Middle East investment desk in Riyadh?

So what I just told you won't be part of the investigation?

We issue our report tomorrow.

You'll find that we've been very thorough.

[sighs]

Thanks.

Joe.

Hey, hey. I'm on my way to a meeting.

Hey, hey, hey.

What, what... whoa.

You're being set up.

What? What are you talking about?

McDonald's is setting you up to take the blame for SOC's payments to Abdul Abbas.

Why would I do that?

How would I do that?

I mean, no offense to any particular ethnic group, but do I look like a t*rror1st?

They need a scapegoat.

Wait, who have you been talking to?

SOC and Simons are conducting an investigation.

Why me?

What'd you say to them?

Nothing.

You told them about the IRS file, didn't you?

Jesus.

Peter, you're the one that got me involved.

I defended you.

No, you threw me under the bus and you saved your own ass.

What are you doing? Joe, Joe, what...

Shh, shh.

[sighs]

Hey, it's Joe. Is Mr. Baker there?

Yeah, when he gets a chance. Thanks. Bye.

It's a set up.

No.

You got to listen to me.

This is your mess, Peter.

Your mess.

Not dragging me into it.

Joe.

[laughs]

All right, next time drinks are on me, eh?

Mr. Tenant, could I just have a moment of your time?

I'm... I'm Harrison Walters, Randall Walters's son.

Harrison. Ah, my condolences.

Your father was a good man and a great journalist.

You were the last person to speak to him before he was k*lled.

Uh... from what I hear, he was with someone else when he d*ed.

Oh, the police got it wrong. It wasn't a m*rder-su1c1de.

My father was k*lled because of what he was investigating.

On that last call, what were you two talking about?

Uh... I don't remember exactly.

Your father and I were friends.

We spoke all the time.

If you'll excuse me.

Was... was it about Black Sands?

I mean, what... What is Black Sands?

Wow, that was creepy.

Yeah.

It's just so arbitrary.

You need to let it go.

No.

It's not that big of a deal.

It's a big deal.

Hey, hey.

You...

What's going on?

Dad, my God.

Can you please tell Mom it's not 1952?

There's this concert tomorrow night and...

Please explain to our daughter that she can't go into the city on a school night... [phone ringing]

With some older guy that she met at a coffee house.

Wait. How much older?

She's making it sound like he's 40 or something.

Okay, Cameron's a freshman at NYU.

Can you please not do that?

I have to take this.

Hey, Gracie. Wait, wait, wait. Slow down. What?

Mom, you don't have to be such a big deal...

No. No. You need to let it go, Maya. You can't keep...

What?

[sighs] Okay. Okay, don't worry.

I'll... I'll... I'll be right there.

What's going on?

Joe's been arrested.

Joe Abrams? For what?

I'll explain later. I'll be...

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm sorry about earlier.

Don't even think about it.

I'm getting you out of this.

Dixon's already on it.

I need to tell you something.

When you were first hired, McDonald and Baker told me to keep an eye on you.

What do you mean "keep an eye"?

Well, they said they weren't sure that you could be trusted.

You were spying on me?

I'm sorry.

I really am, but all I did was report back to them, you know, tell them what you were doing. I swear.

You told them about Gentry?

Yeah.

They k*lled him right in front of me.

I know, I know, but they promised they had nothing to do with that. They said...

And you believe... you believed them?

Well, I never thought they'd go that far.

No way.

Why are they doing this to me?

Hmm?

Because they can.

You want in so badly.

And everyone can see it.

How do you think you got on the Middle Eastern investments desk anyway?

You know anything about the Middle East?

Speak Arabic? Take courses in Middle Eastern economics?

Well, maybe I didn't go to Harvard like you or Yale.

I'm not judging you. I'm just trying to get you to understand.

Hey, look, I get it, okay?

I'm unqualified to be in my position, but I worked my ass off, and I thought I was finally being rewarded.

Okay?

Little did I know, I was being set up.

Got to get me out of this.

You got to help me.

Please. You got to help me.

I'll do what I can.

So the American is alive.

You found her, had her in your truck sitting right next to you, and you let her just walk away in the middle of the street?

Enough!

Wait, wait, wait.

Diallo, Diallo, please.

Please.

You were going to be a hero with the Americans.

It would have been so good for you, for us, and for my poor little nephew.

He was the first family who was even willing to speak to me since...

I don't know.

I actually thought that maybe we could work things out as a family.

Hush now, my sweet.

Hush.

You are so much more than you know.

I'm just a talk show host.

What good is that in finding my nephew?

Maybe you could use your television show to find him.

You wouldn't mind?

No.

My general. My general.

My handsome, handsome general.

[laughter]

We captured the Osela operative, but before we could get anything out of him, the Malian army blew the place wide open.

I don't even know what happened to him.

Wait a... wait, by... By we, do you mean that you...

You collaborated with Ansar Dine t*rrorists?

I had no choice but to work with them, no.

I was trying to stay alive.

Is there a problem?

[laughs] Is there a problem.

Um... I'm gonna be honest.

I've only been with the agency for three years.

Nothing much happens here, and then suddenly I get a call, and you show up with this crazy story about drones, and Oselas k*lling special ops forces, and chasing you to an Ansar Dine safe house to k*ll you?

I mean, does any of it even make sense to you?

No.

But that's what happened.

Yeah, well, I'm sure you believe that.

Can you turn that up, please?

Her family mourns with a grateful nation.

Now back to you in the studio.

No, I need... I need to use the computer.

No, no, you're not authorized.

Fine, then you use it.

Just go to their website and look up my name.

Fine.

female reporter: One last American hero laid to rest today in Arlington, the final chapter to this tragedy dashing the hopes of many Americans that Sergeant Odelle Ballard might still be alive.

Her family mourns with a grateful nation.

Oh, my God.

It's... it's probably for your own protection that they haven't informed them yet.

They haven't informed them yet?

They have my...

My dog tags, my ring!

They've manufactured evidence to make them think that I'm dead!

Why would they...

Because I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see.

I need to talk to Glen.

No, I've... I've got orders.

Rich, my husband and my daughter think that I'm dead, that I'm never coming home!

You don't think I deserve to know why?

Yes. Yes, you do.

No, I have his direct.

[phone rings]

Colonel Glen.

Ballard: Sir, I'm calling from the grave, apparently, since according to the news, I'm dead.

What's going on?

Odelle.

You said that you would tell them.

You lied to me, and you lied to my family.

Why?

It's for their protection and yours.

Ballard: Protection from who?

That's classified.

It'll all become clear to you at the debrief.

Ballard: What do you mean, "protecting them?"

How is staging my funeral along with fake dog tags and fake remains protecting them?

Odelle, I know things seem very peculiar here, but this is a very sensitive situation.

I cannot ensure your safety till you're back on U.S. soil.

Now, I need you to continue to be a good soldier here.

There is a plan.

Yeah, a plan that you refuse to tell me.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Odelle?

July 12, 1976.

Middlebury Memorial Hospital.

I was there in the waiting room with your father.

We smoked cigars, and we celebrated his beautiful new daughter.

And right there and then, he asked me to watch over you when he was gone, and that is exactly what I'm doing now.

Odelle, I need you to trust me.

Understood?

Odelle: Yes, sir.

The extraction team is on its way.

They should arrive by 1100.

Understood, sir.

Now let me talk to the CIA operative.

He wants to talk to you.

Yes, sir?

♪ ♪

Uh, yeah. I... I understand.

♪ ♪

Um, I've been instructed to keep you here by any means necessary.

[g*n cocks]

Hey, maybe your mom knows something about Black Sands.

Yeah, it's doubtful.

My mom knows even less about my dad's job than I do.

Even my dad...

Harrison Walters?

Yes?

Hey! Hey, come on!

What the hell?

Harrison!

Hey, stop!

Wait. Harrison!

[tense music]

Tenant: How's it feel?

You scared yet?

What's going on?

Next time it's not me sitting here.

It's someone with a g*n or a syringe, and you're already dead.

Tenant: You need to stop.

What are you talking about?

Your father was not m*rder*d by his mistress.

So I'm right.

It doesn't matter.

You're just as dead.

The only reason they k*lled your father instead of you is because of what he knew.

Now, you keep asking questions and you're gonna end up in the same place.

We... we both will.

So Black Sands, then?

No, are you hearing what I'm saying?

I have to find out who did this.

I'm asking you nicely.

Let it go.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Most of the file's encrypted.

[speaking French]

Abdul Abbas.

These files belong to Abdul Abbas.

[speaking native language]

Your wife should cover her head.

Yeah, she's not my wife.

And her head looks just fine.

Abdul Abbas.

United States Special Forces took him out in a bunker in Northern Mali. Now they're all dead.

The entire elite team taken out by the Ansar Dine.

Oh, wait a minute.

att*ck happened in northern Mali.

That's where you're from.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?

No, you're a scavenger.

Did you pull this thumb drive off one of those dead Americans?

No. I would never do that.

Or maybe it was an alive one.

That's why the Ansar Dine after you, isn't it?

They're looking for the American woman, and you know where she is.

So where the hell is she?

Well, if they had her and she was dead, there would be something.

A video, a press release.

What's the point of k*lling an American soldier if you don't brag about it?

♪ ♪

Look, I'm not saying that I don't believe you.

I'm just waiting for the extraction team to arrive so that you can become someone else's problem.

They are not here to extract me.

They are here to eliminate me!

The U.S. m*llitary does not eliminate American citizens.

[buzzing]

Finally.

Rich, Rich, listen to me.

They are gonna k*ll me, and now that you're witness to all of it, they're gonna k*ll you too.

Just calm down.

They are going to k*ll you!

[intense music]

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no.

♪ ♪

Aah!

♪ ♪

Aah!

Ow!

Go.

Aah!

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

[wails]

[cries in pain]

[car horn honks]

[shrieks]

No, there were at least two men.

Yes, a black town car.

[knock at door]

Hold on.

Have you seen him?

No, I just came over to...

What's going on?

They took him.

No, I didn't get the license plate.

Anna, what happened?

Some guys in a car.

I don't know. Yes, that's right.

48th Street.

Okay.

[phone rings]

Hello?

What did you do?

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

You went after my mark?

You're mistaken.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Everything's under control.

It doesn't sound like it.

[dramatic music]

It's fine.

I'll be in touch.

♪ ♪

woman: I mean, exactly how did Tommy die?

They say it was an ambush, but they wouldn't let me see his body.

They're not being straight with us like with that football player Tillman.

Not everything is like Pat Tillman.

Not everything is like what they say it is either.

The m*llitary makes mistakes.

I just wish they'd admit it.

What kind of mistakes?

Sorry. Everyone, this is Lucy.

She was Rich Worthington's fiancee.

I wish I was meeting you all under better circumstances.

So are you saying the m*llitary's lying to us?

I don't know, maybe.

Well, whatever happened over there, it doesn't change things.

What difference does it make?

It makes all the difference. We should know the truth.

Either way, he's gone.

Just like my Richard and Ron's wife.

Unless she's still alive.

What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking.

You don't believe she's still alive, do you, Ron?

Well, I think we're all emotional right now.

We'll probably never know exactly what happened, and probably the best thing, really the only thing, is for us to just move forward.

I'll be right back.

Suzanne?

Sorry to bring everybody down.

[knocks]

Leave me alone.

[soft rock music]

[music stops]

There's no sense...

Nothing makes sense.

I just don't see the point in...

You don't... it's like you don't feel anything.

That's not fair.

You think she's dead, and you don't care who k*lled her.

You don't care how it happened, and you don't even care that she's gone.

That's not true.

You don't even miss her.

woman: Ron? Is everything all right?

I'll be down in a minute!

Just go.

Go tell everyone to move on with their lives.

[music resumes]

We've got a photograph and a description of the vehicle.

We've got an APB on the street.

Harrison?

Is this him?

Well, you don't look injured.

You want to tell me about where you've been?

Uh... no, sir.

Sorry. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.

Everything's fine. Really.

Thank you.

Uh... thank you, Officer.

Yeah, you're welcome. Let's go.

Are you okay?

You scared the hell out of me. Are you all right?

It was Tenant.

What?

It's okay. He was just trying to scare me.

Well, he did a pretty good job.

Listen, he admitted it.

Tenant knows my father was k*lled.

He knows it. I was right.

Hey, glad to know you're okay.

Thank you.

Sit. Shh.

Whoever set you up knew what they were doing.

These transactions are impossible to trace.

We can't prove that you weren't involved.

We can account for every move you made on the Middle East desk.

Don't bother.

Joe, I think we could build a case for lack of probable cause.

I confessed.

You what?

I did it.

I screwed up, and I got in over my head.

No, you didn't.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Okay. Okay.

Fine.

Congratulations.

I wouldn't have any idea how to hide such a sophisticated transaction.

You must have some pretty impressive computer skills to fund terrorism via the deep web, or is it the darknet?

What are you calling it nowadays?

How about those bitcoins?

How'd you figure out how to launder bitcoins?

I'm just curious. What was the first step?

Did you use a proxy server relay service on a Tor network, an onion router, what?

Pete, Pete, let it go.

Come on, Joe.

You had to ask your assistant how to use PayPal.

You know what, yeah, I'm ready to go back to my cell.

Can I go?

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Whatever they threatened you, but I can help you with.

Come on.

Like you helped Gentry?

Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

How'd they get to you, Joe? Huh?

How'd they get to you?

Okay, Alice. Good night.

Good night.

Is everything okay?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

She's fine.

Really.

I only live ten minutes away if you ever feel like talking.

My cell's on the back.

Okay. Thanks.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

[dishes clanking]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Dad?

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

I miss her so much.

Yeah.

[speaking native language]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

[groaning]

[coughs]

[speaking foreign language]

You are American.

Yes, I'm American.

You need a hospital.

I'm almost done. I will take you.

No, no, no, no hospitals.

If you need help, I will help you.

You just let her go?

I... I thought we decided against it.

Oh, we? I'm sorry.

I remember you getting a phone call and walking out the door.

Well, did... Did you at least try her cell?

Yes.

Why don't you?

[sighs]

[line ringing]

Yeah?

Who am I speaking with?

This is my daughter's phone.

man on phone: Well, tell your daughter to get her ass down here and get it.

I'm tired of listening to it ring.

Oh, my God. Oh.

Finally.

Where have you been?

Sorry.

We were looking for my phone.

Who are you?

Mr. Decker...

Maya lost her phone.

Who do you work for?

What... what?

Dad!

Peter, what are you doing?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing with my daughter?

We...

Mom!

Peter?

What are you doing here?

We met at NYU.

I thought she was a freshman.

You stay away from my family.

Mom.

You hear me?

You stay away from my family.

Calm down.

Dad!

Maya.

You stay away.

I hate you.

[panting]

What happened today?

Nothing.

Really?

I know that Harrison spoke to David Tenant.

Everything's under control.

You went to his father's funeral.

Just watching my mark.

You're protecting him.

Getting involved.

You've connected to him emotionally.

You know me better than that.

Good.

Because if he finds out about Black Sands, you'll have to k*ll him.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[phone beeps]

Hey, Mom, it's me again.

I, uh... wanted you to know that Dad misses you too.

He just didn't want to say.

But he wants you to come home, so you have to, okay?

[static noise on phone]

Hello?

Someone there?

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you?

Hello?

[Shakir Akhan Show theme music]

♪ ♪

male announcer: Good evening, and welcome to the Shakir Khan Show!

And here is your hostess, Shakir Khan!

Good evening, friends.

Tonight's show will begin a bit differently.

Tonight I appeal to my fans all around Mali for your help.

This is my nephew, Aslam.

Aslam came to me from far away.

He needed my help, and now he's missing.

Aslam and I had words yesterday, which I deeply regret.

I would give anything to find him again.

If anyone has seen my nephew, Aslam, please tell him to come home.

I miss him.

Aslam.