"Tao says not to worry." "The bodies aren't going anywhere." "That's good, 'cause your shortcut isn't working out too well." "Oh, my... seriously, you're gonna tell me how to drive?" "Del" "–You can't even see." "–Was that our turn?" "–Ok." "I can't take this anymore." "–What?" "This is L. A. The sun shines 329 days a year." "That squint is not working for me." "This was completely unnecessary." "You're welcome." "We're gonna need to get all of your phone numbers in case we have any more questions." "Do you want our home or cell?" "Both, please, and e-mail as well." "Thank you." "–Who's our bleeders?" "–Razi Moktari, 45, lives in Chatsworth." "Runs a shipping business in long beach." "He's Iranian." "The other guy is Jeffrey Sanders, his driver." "His wife is Layla Moktari." "She's sitting over there in the black-and-white." "–Did she see what happened?" "–Well, she didn't speak to me." "–Guess I'm not her type." "–She'd only talk to a woman." "Mrs Moktari says they were leaving her doctor's appointment." "just as she was getting in the car, a dark S. U. V. drives by, guy leans out the window with a gun unloads on the husband first and then the driver." "Did she get a good look at him?" "Not really, but she did say the shooter was white." "She's also been saying the U. S. government was behind this." "–Do you want to talk to her?" "–No, no." "Let her pull herself together." "Now where was our shooter?" "According to witnesses, the S. U. V. stopped right about here." "Not much margin for error." "Moktari was probably dead before he hit the cement, as was the driver." "Driver... slash..." "Bodyguard." "–Did the bodyguard fire any shots?" "–No evidence found yet." "–So these are all from our shooter." "–11 of them. 40 caliber." "Smells like a professional hit." "–And what about the other witnesses?" "–There's Jesse, the parking lot attendant." "Dr Chilton, ears, nose, and throat specialist, he was one level up with a young nurse." "They heard the shots, but they didn't see anything." "Then there's Dr Graham, the pulmonary guy." "He dropped to the ground when he heard the shots and then rushed over to help... after he saw the S. U. V. drive off." "All right." "Secure this parking structure, please." "Nobody touches or takes anything out of their car and no vehicles go in or out until I say so." "Thank you." "–Yes, ma'am." "–Detectives Sanchez and Daniels, if you could do a follow-up canvass on the neighborhood, please." "See if anyone saw that S. U. V. leave." "Lieutenant Provenza and sergeant Gabriel, if you could check the security tape, see if we have any pictures of that car going in or out." "Detective Tao, follow up on ballistics." "And who are you gentlemen?" "Agent Jackson, FBI." "Don't let us interrupt." "Excuse me, sir." "Why are you here?" "Do you have information about these murders?" "Nope." "You guys just do your thing." "Well, part of my thing is securing this crime scene." "–So if you wouldn't mind..." "–We're not gonna get in anybody's way." "Trust me." "I stopped believing boys who said, "trust me," when I was 16." "Lieutenant Provenza, would you mind escorting agent Jackson and his friend here out of the area?" "–Thank you very much." "–My pleasure, ma'am." "Gents..." "Hey, just take it easy, all right, bro?" "–I'm not your bro." "–The lady said she wants you out of here." "I don't take orders from L. A. P. D" "Hey, come on, now!" "What the hell's that all about?" "–Lieutenant, are you all right?" "–I don't know." "I think I broke something!" "I am shocked that you would assault an old man without provocation." "–Assault?" "Give me a break, will you, lady?" "–I'll give you one more chance... to leave the area, agent Jackson." "This is crazy, and you know it." "All we're trying to do is find out what happened." "Detective Daniels, would you please stow and impound his car?" "Sergeant Gabriel, check and see if a paramedic can come down here and take a look at lieutenant Provenza." "Are you ok?" "–Old man?" "–All right." "–You made your point, officer." "–Deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson." "Go on, now." "Go on." "Bye now." "Bye-bye." "What do you know?" "I feel better already." "–Chief Pope, I need a word." "–E-mail it to me." "It's important." "The FBI is threatening to pull resources on 6 of our joint investigations." "When my guys wanted to know why, they were told to ask Brenda Johnson." "Right." "Now, I know it's called Priority Homicide, but are you really going to allow her... to kill 6 cases over this murder, including a 2-year gang sting?" "Deputy chief Johnson, you remember special agent Jackson." "Of course." "Did you drop by to make a formal apology for assaulting lieutenant Provenza?" "He assaulted Provenza?" "–The old guy took a dive." "–He hurt his wrist badly." "Well, we all know the FBI likes to push people around, but I really don't want a turf war here, so let's see what we can figure out." "Fine." "Agent Jackson hasn't said what his interest in this case is." "Do you have possess information linking these murders to a federal employee or RICO statutes?" "We have an Iranian businessman who was gunned down assassination-style." "You make the leap." "We're not getting in the way of a terrorism investigation." "If that's what we're dealing with, lay out the evidence, and we'll stand aside." "Razi Moktari's on our watch list." "So's Cat Stevens." "We were thinking more along the lines of actual proof." "That we don't have... yet." "Ok." "Well, then, here's what we'll do." "The FBI may observe and advise deputy chief Johnson during our investigation, provided that you give her a full briefing on this..." "Moktari guy." "That may not be possible." "Or I can hold a press conference this afternoon demanding to know why... in the aftermath of 9/11, the FBI is spending more time assaulting and harassing L. A. P. D officers than cooperating with them." "Ok." "I'll recommend we assign a liaison agent to your department... with the authority to tell Ms Johnson as much as national security allows." "Fine." "I look forward to working with whomever you send over." "Well, of course they're taking this case." "Standard FBI procedure, waiting around for us... to do all the hard work, and then they grab it and run." "Yeah, but it's gotta be either terrorism or drugs." "Or both." "A lot of the heroin coming into Los Angeles is from Afghanistan." "That's how Al Qaeda finances most of their operations." "Yeah, but Moktari's not an arab." "He's Iranian." "Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe." "Well, then." "Good news." "We will be getting some extra help from our friends over at the FBI." "Oh, aren't we lucky?" "Well, then, let's move quickly," "See if we can't find our killer before they get here." "First up, where is our shooter's vehicle?" "It's not gonna be that easy." "The security cameras in the garage were shut down at the time of the crime, so we don't have a picture of the vehicle." "–Shut down how?" "–Well, they're very ingenious, chief." "They cut the wires." "Whoever did this planned it out pretty well." "This guy Jeffrey Sanders, the bodyguard, is the real deal." "10 years in the marines... and then 5 years with pinnacle protection services." "Did we find any more witnesses?" "Yeah, once the story hit the news." "40 people saw a very suspicious, dark S. U. V." "Lieutenant Tao, what do we know about the murder weapon?" "The markings on the slugs from the rifle barreling are consistent with a Sig Sauer." "Run the casings through the system, see if our murder weapon's been used in any other crime." "Detective Daniels, as our official liaison to Homeland Security, could you find out what they know about Mr Moktari?" "Detective Sanchez, if you could do the same with the gang unit." "Lieutenant Provenza, find out if the shooting matches anyone's MO." "Oh, and I told the FBI that you hurt your wrist, so have that bandaged up before they get here." "And sergeant Gabriel, please, please, please find me that S. U. V." "Yes, ma'am." "–So Fritzie, who is this jerk, anyway?" "–Jackson?" "He's an ok guy." "He's under a lot of pressure these days." "And I'm not?" "I haven't even been able to call my mother back in 2 weeks." "–She's threatening to visit." "–So how's the case going?" "Oh, I can't find anything on this Moktari guy." "His bank statements, DMV. records, work visas... everything's frozen." "Yeah." "Yeah, we do that." "But don't worry." "You'll find out soon enough." "Yeah, right." "You're sending me some liaison officer." "Now I have to deal with some some pompous, arrogant oaf... who doesn't know thing one about investigating a murder." "You wouldn't happen to know who they're sending over, would you?" "Yeah." "I do." "Look, I know L. A. P. D and the FBI... don't exactly have a spotless record... when it comes to working together." "And by the way, the bureau's sorry about your accident." "But personally, I've heard nothing but good things about all of you from..." "Uh, agent Howard, if you could just continue on with the briefing, please." "–Thank you." "–Right." "Razi Moktari used to be just an import-export guy who sometimes found interesting ways... around paying customs." "But after the invasion of Iraq, like a lot of muslims... he became more political." "We put him on our watch list." "Last year, he got involved with an... islamic charity that funds schools, hospitals, and, we believe, possible terrorist activities." "Do you have any direct evidence that links Razi to them?" "I have not had a chance to go through all our information." "In other words, no." "I'd like to recommend that we raise the terror alert level to british racing green." "Is it true FBI computers aren't connected to the internet?" "We're upgrading our systems." "On the off chance that you might be able to provide a single direct answer... to one of our questions, I'd like to ask how long you've been assigned to the terrorist division." "About 3 hours." "–I usually head up the gang task force." "–Gangs." "Actually, chief Pope, there is some overlap between gangs and terrorist groups." "They both get most of their money from drug trafficking, and they both work real hard to move that money around without attracting attention." "We suspect Mr Moktari was involved with that pipeline." "As a matter of fact, my colleagues were in the process of tracking... $2 million in cash that had just come into Moktari's possession at the time he was killed." "How did you know about that money in the first place?" "Unfortunately, that's classified." "But I can share this with you." "If you'll take one, pass the rest around..." "Here are... 50 names." "Friends, enemies, other individuals who might be involved with Moktari." "I would like some of you to start here." "Divvy up the suspects, run their credit reports." "Thank you, agent Howard." "I think everyone here knows how to do a background check." "So we have a lot of work and not a lot of bodies, so let's get busy." "And on behalf of the L. A. P. D, agent Howard, I'd like to wish you a successful... and swift, speedy, very, very fast conclusion to your investigation." "Well, it's good to see you, too, Will." "–I have to interview Mrs Moktari." "–Ok." "Uh, no, sergeant." "I think you should stay here and sort through all that material... from the parking garage." "Finding that S. U. V. is our first priority." "–Well, who's going with you?" "–Uh, agent Howard." "–Yeah." "Ok." "–Won't be long." "Right." "Yeah." "Good luck with that." "Not the friendliest group I've ever met with." "Well, they're a little slow to warm up." "–Deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson." "–Come in." "Agent Howard, FBI." "Our hospitality, it's suffered since the death of my father." "The FBI has taken even our teacups." "Sorry about the search." "I'll try and have everything returned as soon as possible, but we really need to talk to your mother." "The women of this house are not allowed to speak with men." "–We need to ask her some questions." "–No." "Faraz, please..." "This is unacceptable." "They want to know what happened to your father." "May I not speak to the woman?" "Thank you for taking the time to speak with me." "–Is this your daughter?" "–Yes." "–Are you all right?" "–Oh, yeah, I'm fine." "Just a little glass." "Yes." "Fatima." "She's upstairs resting." "It's been a traumatic day." "And dust from the search has affected her asthma." "–Please." "Please, you must sit." "–Thank you." "So sorry about what's been done to your house." "–Must be a nightmare for you." "–I am uncertain of what happened... and my son tells me nothing." "How can I help you?" "I'd like to know more about your husband." "They really tore this place up, Faraz." "It's like they were looking for something in particular." "Any idea what that might be?" "Our families escaped from Iran just before Khomeini's revolution." "They went to London, and it was there they decided... we should get married." "Didn't you know that your dad recently came into a bunch of money?" "Who cares about money?" "Someone murdered my father." "Maybe because they wanted the $2 million he was holding." "What brought you to L. A.?" "Razi's business. 5 years ago." "We thought it would be a nice life for our children, for us." "And then... all this trouble." "His family in Tehran became very political, more religious, and everything changed." "Everything." "I hope my son has called our friends." "There are so many people who ought to know about Razi's death." "And if you know anything about that money, it's in your family's best interest to tell me." "Do you ever go back to Iran?" "We were going back next week to visit family." "That's why I was at the medical center, get a physical before traveling." "And your husband went with you." "It is improper for a woman to be alone with a man who is not her family." "You mentioned to detective Daniels that you thought the government was behind this?" "Look what they did to our home." "You were traveling with your father." "He was teaching you his business." "It's now my business and not yours." "My husband was murdered, and they treat us like he was the murderer." "They took our books, our pictures, even my daughter's prescriptions, which now I must have refilled." "I'll look into that." "Please." "Might you come back... and tell us how the investigation proceeds?" "My son..." "He's very angry." "All right..." "But if in your business you happen to come across about 2 million in cash and you try and do anything with that money other than give it to the FBI... –You can't do anything to me." "–Really?" "You might want to take a closer look at the Patriot Act." "Agent Howard." "You ready to go?" "Thanks, Faraz." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Layla and Fatima were both flying to London, then to Tehran." "Leaving tomorrow." "But there are no reservations for Razi or the boy." "What about another airline, another day?" "What about another name or another airport?" "I'll look into it with with I. S. and Homeland Security." "Doesn't the timing of this whole trip seem like an awfully big coincidence?" "$2 million goes missing." "The wife and the daughter leaving the country." "–The husband is shot down." "–That seems like a very big coincidence." "Absolutely." "Uh, lieutenant Tao, any news from the coroner?" "Preliminary reports consistent with eyewitness testimony." "Close range, probably Razi first, then the bodyguard." "–Anything about the gun?" "–Not the weapon of a repeat offender." "And our elusive S. U. V.," "I finally got a time-stamped record of everyone who swiped in and out of the garage." "Now here's the thing." "No one left 10 minutes before or anytime after the shooting." "Car's still there." "Find out everything you can about every car in that garage." "Get warrants to open 'em up and have S. I. D go through every inch of every car." "We're looking for gunshot residue on the passenger window or even some blowback on the door." "Really?" "Maybe I should write that down, 'cause that's news to me." "Thank you all." "Thank you all very much." "–Thank you." "–Chief?" "I think my time would be better spent on something other than the garage." "But that vehicle's the strongest lead we have right now." "How many cars are there?" "6 floors." "That's like 300 cars." "I mean, it's a 2 or 3-day job." "Go see captain Taylor." "I got permission from chief Pope to appropriate personnel... from Robbery-Homicide." "–Thank you, sergeant." "–Yes, ma'am." "I don't mind when she takes my resources." "That's all right." "But when she starts to take my friends, that's when I get upset." "Well, you don't have to worry about that, captain." "I know who my friends are." "But chief Johnson signs my evaluations, so..." "Still, I was telling detective Flynn here that the only time..." "I ever get to see you anymore is when she wants something." "–What's with that?" "–Well, this time, it's me, though." "I'm supervising an S. I. D team." "We're running background checks on a bunch of cars." "Sounds real glamorous up there in Priority Homicide." "What is it you need, another pair of hands?" "–Yeah." "–I'll go." "–I mean, that'd be great." "Only..." "–Only what?" "Well, sir..." "Lieutenant Flynn is one of our best guys here at the department, but he and..." "The bitch hates my guts." "–You can say it, Gabriel." "–I don't want to say that, but... –I don't care." "–Wait a minute!" "Time out here." "I care." "We're not here to indulge our personal feelings." "We are here to protect and to serve." "–Now you want to move this thing along." "–Of course, sir." "And experience counts for something." "Lieutenant Flynn will help guide you through this, won't you, lieutenant?" "Yes, sir." "Yeah." "Thank you." "Lieutenant Tao's found something I think you ought to take a look at." "Someone as professional as this shooter needs to keep in practice, so I called firing ranges." "Got a list of customers and I googled those names." "That's an internet thing." "Yeah, I know what Google is, lieutenant." "It's the FBI that has a hard time getting on-line, not me." "Anyway, this is what turned up." "A guy named Craig Sherman is claiming credit for killing Razi Moktari." ""Time for patriotic Americans to free themselves from terror." "PROTECT AMERICA" "Our duty to execute them before they execute us."" "It says no muslim is innocent, and Razi Moktari is only the first." "All right, we need to get some units over to this Craig Sherman's house right away." "I'll call over, see if I can't get us FBI backup." "Oh, didn't I tell you?" "We picked him up 15 minutes ago." "Put him in interview one with the other men for the lineup, please." "So that's the mighty Craig Sherman, huh?" "Listen, we searched his house." "–There's no sign of the $2 million." "–Really?" "Well, how about a gun or a dark S. U. V.?" "'Cause I thought we were investigating a murder, but y'all seem to be running more of a treasure hunt here." "Can I talk to you?" "The missing $2 million we've been tracking... is yours, isn't it?" "Moktari got that money through an FBI middleman." "Y'all were planning on tracing that money as it left L. A." "Now y'all can't find it." "Hey, listen, enough with the "y'all," ok?" "I had nothing to do with this." "Do you think I wanted this assignment?" "I was given direct orders." "I've got to follow them." "Look, you're working a murder." "That's important." "But so is keeping $2 million out of the hands of terrorists." "The FBI shouldn't have given him that money in the first place." "And so far you haven't provided one single piece of evidence that Razi Moktari was a terrorist, because if you had, we wouldn't be here." "Brenda." "What a surprise." "Well, the ladies' room never has any toilet paper ever." "Hey, Will." "Thank you, sir." "Thanks for coming." "Hello." "I'm Dr William Graham." "From yesterday." "Oh, yes." "–Are you doing all right?" "–We're fine." "Thank you for asking." "We're ready for you now." "If you recognize anyone, just write the numbers down." "Go ahead, Buzz." "–I don't recognize any of them." "–Ma'am?" "–Ok, thank you your time." "–Wait a minute." "One of these men... –It's one of these men." "–Here." "You can use this door." "Faraz, please." "Go ahead and record this." "–What are they saying?" "–My farsi's a little rusty." "Del" "Settle down!" "Settle down!" "You're sure you don't want to press charges?" "My son is emotional." "It's hard for a boy to lose his father." "Please, we would like to go back to our house now." "If you don't want to go home, if you don't feel safe, we can find a place for you for a couple of days." "–Protect you." "–Like you protected my father?" "Mother, you will come." "Look, if she insists on protecting him, nothing we can do." "Mr Sherman." "Normally I don't conduct interviews like this until I know a little bit more about a person, but you seem to be in a hurry to get to prison, so I thought I'd help speed the process along." "–So they've read you your rights?" "–Twice." "–And you don't want an attorney?" "–No." "And you've already admitted to killing Razi Moktari and Jeffrey Sanders?" "–Yes." "–Well, congratulations, Mr Sherman." "You've done just about everything but give yourself a lethal injection." "I'm not afraid to die for my country." "They don't have a monopoly on martyrdom, you know." "We can decide the question of who "they" are." "Why did you target Razi Moktari?" "–He's Iranian." "–Is he a terrorist?" "Do they stop and ask if the Americans they've killed are terrorists?" "No." "You have to fight fire with fire." "They changed the rules of engagement, not me." "That's very interesting." "I..." "I've never thought of terrorism quite like that." "It's called asymmetrical warfare, ma'am." "Look it up." "You've given this a lot of thought, this counterattack of yours." "Thank you." "I'm trying to set an example others can follow." "So how did you get so close to your target?" "Research." "Know your enemy." "That's the first rule of war." "Research." "Know your enemy." "Ever read Sun Tzu and "The Art Of War"?" "Attack where they are not prepared." "Go out to where they do not expect." "I picked a contained place where he felt safe, and when my enemy appeared," "I blocked his escape route and emptied my weapon." "Aimed at the midsection to hit as many vital organs as possible." "–Explain the order of your attack." "–I took out the bodyguard first because I didn't want to get shot before my mission was complete." "–And the gun?" "–Tossed it." "–And the car?" "–Not mine." "Not telling." "–And you headed out the main exit?" "–Yes." "Why didn't you shoot the wife?" "There's nothing to arrest him for, 'cause he obviously didn't do it." "Being a publicity junkie's not a crime." "Something he said really bothers me." "What's that?" "The attack he described is textbook." "Is better, in fact, than what actually happened." "Detective Tao, could you walk me through the ballistics one more time." "Bang!" "We believe the first hit was here, then as Moktari spun from the impact, the next one was here, bouncing him off the car, and here." "And just before he fell... the last one went through the top of his head." "The shooter kept firing after Moktari fell." "Those were the 3 misses against the wall." "Then he turned on the bodyguard, twice in the gut, one in the arm," "and the last one in the neck." "Let's go through it again in real time without all the... stabbing." "Bang!" "Bang bang bang bang..." "–Stop!" "Does this seem strange to anyone else?" "That in all that time..." "Jeffrey Sanders couldn't get off one round?" "Let's take a look at his weapon." "It was rather ingenious, but simple enough a child could do it." "Someone put superglue in the firing pin." "And that jammed it." "Sanders wouldn't have noticed it with his naked eye." "He could chamber a round." "You'd have to take the gun apart to find it." "So whoever did this... knew they didn't have to worry about shooting the bodyguard first because they knew his gun wouldn't go off." "Who had access to that weapon?" "Buzz, will you please make me a tape of the argument from this afternoon." "Detective Tao, find agent Howard for me." "And see if there's anyone available in the department who speaks farsi." "I want to find out what this boy was saying." "–The boy's upset with his mother." "–Well, we knew that." "Ok." "The boy says, "I'm the head of household." "You will do as I say." "One of them must pay for father." She says, "please calm down."" "And he says, "enough." "Next week, you will go home, where the air is pure for Fatima and the people are pure for you."" ""But who will look after you?" That's her." "And he says, "I've found father's money." "I will look after myself."" ""But you're just a child..." What was that?" "–He hit her." "–And she hit him back." "–Could we go back through that again?" "–Excuse us, chief." "We just finished up with the last of the cars." "No G. S. R., no blowback, nothing." "Well, thank you, sergeant." "Lieutenant Flynn, pleasure as always." "Yeah." "–Go ahead and release the crime scene." "–Excuse me, ma'am?" "What?" "Well, how would you like us to proceed?" "You know, in locating the S. U. V.?" "Never mind." "We'll try a new tack on the car in the morning." "Thank you." "Thank you, sergeant." "Go back to the part where the boy talked about the air being pure for his sister." "I want to hear that again." "Where's Fritz?" "Yeah, the boy's got the money." "–You know what's funny?" "–What?" "She can't stand me." "I've done everything I can to make her life miserable, and here you are, you've tried to help her out whenever you could and she treats us both exactly the same." "Heh!" "Deputy chief Johnson." "I assume you're here to tell me that you've arrested Mr Moktari's son." "Where'd you take him?" "Egypt?" "Saudi Arabia?" "I'm not at liberty to say." "But he is the son of a terrorist with a lot of money, and we need to get it back." "Though your lack of respect for my professional ability... couldn't be more obvious, I'd like to share an observation with you." "I think that physical torture is an extremely unreliable means of extracting information from people." "And allowing you to remove a murder suspect from our jurisdiction is hardly what we agreed to." "There may be no need to interrogate Faraz at all." "In fact, I think knowing her son's in foreign custody might provide Mrs Moktari... with enough incentive to cooperate with us." "We're not working against you." "We're just providing you with the necessary leverage to find out exactly what the mother knows." "Besides, an observant islamic woman is much more likely to talk to me than she is to you." "I look forward to seeing you in action, ma'am." "Gentlemen." "So if I can't get Mrs Moktari to tell me what they want to hear, they're gonna beat the confession out of the kid." "Don't complain to me." "Complain to your trustworthy FBI advisor here." "I want you to know I only reported what Faraz said." "I had nothing to do with how that information was used." "Look..." "I have really strong feelings for you, but I can't..." "Brenda, hey, before you say anything else, effective tomorrow morning," "I am officially removed from this whole operation." "It's not my beat in the first place, and..." "I have equally strong feelings for you, too." "Which is why you're better off finishing this investigation on your own." "I appreciate that." "But, before you finish up your paperwork, I just need one tiny favor from you." "–Can we have dinner tomorrow night?" "–Yes, of course." "If I'm expected to get Mrs Moktari to flip on her son, it'd be helpful for me to look through everything that the FBI took out of her house." "You looking for anything in particular?" "Yes." "Her daughter's prescriptions." "I want to give 'em back." "Del" "Getting a mother to give up her son might be a bit much to ask." "Even of Brenda." "We'll settle for knowing where the money got to." "Thank you so much, Dr Graham for coming in this one last time." "This should just take a minute." "I am so sorry to put you in here with another man, but you were the only 2 witnesses who saw the murderer's escape, and we have spent so much time searching for that S. U. V.," "so in an attempt to end all the confusion," "I put one of the best cops I've ever worked with on the job, and he searched through every car in that garage because witnesses get things wrong... sometimes." "Anyway, we couldn't find the shooter's car, and I finally realized why." "And I could've kicked myself for being so stupid, and it's because there was no S. U. V." "It just didn't exist." "–What?" "–No getaway car." "No vehicle at all." "But..." "But that's..." "I know, Dr Graham." "I was surprised, too." "Because you two just met each other yesterday, and it's very rare to find 2 witnesses who don't know each other telling the exact same lie." "So then I thought, "well, maybe they're just pretending to be strangers."" "You told me that your daughter Fatima has asthma, and Dr Graham here is a pulmonary specialist." "He treats lung disorders." "So I went looking for the medication that the FBI took out of your house, and lo and behold, prescribing physician was none other than..." "Dr William Graham." "Leila, it would be better to let me handle this." "We want a lawyer." "Listen to me, Leila, because I think you may have had enough of men making all the decisions for you, and if you bring a lawyer in here, I'm handing this whole mess... over to the men of the FBI." "They already have Faraz." "I think they've taken him to Egypt." "You cannot do that." "He is only behaving the way his father taught him." "He's..." "He's going through..." "He's not a terrorist." "Leila, for god's sake, don't speak." "Don't say a word." "Dr Graham, you say one more word, and I'm arresting you for murder in the first degree." "You see how easy that was?" "You don't have to cede all your authority to a man." "You can make this next decision all by yourself." "Do you want an attorney?" "You have the right to one." "Maybe you'd like to remain silent, since everything you say can and will be used against you... in a court of law." "But if you waive those rights for the next few minutes, you can make a few decisions yourself." "–I waive my rights." "–See?" "You're taking back control bit by bit." "Someone tampered with this gun." "You can tell me who." "And with your answer, you could be deciding who lives... and who dies." "Was it Faraz?" "Does he belong in a foreign prison?" "does he deserve to be tortured?" "Or did you glue this firing pin in place?" "Because you began having an affair with Dr Graham." "Who could blame you?" "Razi was treating you like a prisoner." "He was taking you back to Iran." "He wasn't sending me back to Iran!" "He was sending me back to the 17th century." "I couldn't live like that..." "Shut away, afraid even to speak." "That's not a life." "–Tell me what happened the other day." "–Oh, my god." "Oh, my god." "We planned it around my doctor visit." "William cut the lines to the security cameras, and as we were leaving, coming out of the elevator," "he walk... he walked over to Razi and fired the gun," "and then he put it in his pocket." "Please, don't let them hurt Faraz." "Please!" "William, I'm so sorry." "He was only trying to save me." "I think you may be able to convince a jury of that, too." "But what about Jeffrey Sanders?" "An innocent man that you killed just so you wouldn't leave behind any witnesses." "Thank you, Ms Johnson." "I have a federal warrant here for the arrest of Leila Moktari, and I'd consider it a personal favor if you'd turn the doctor over to us as well." "What are you doing?" "Where are you taking me?" "What's going on?" "Let..." "Let my son go free." "He had nothing to do with this." "Please, please help me!" "–So I guess you heard." "–We handed Layla over to the CIA." "And they'll send her back to Iran, no doubt." "A rare intelligence asset on the ground." "Well..." "We got Dr Graham." "On a plea deal." "Probably sign a confidentiality agreement, serve time for manslaughter." "You all right?" "They lured Razi to his death and killed an innocent man in the process... when she could've just filed for divorce." "I can't think of a single culture where that's the right way for a woman to gain her independence." "So did y'all find your money?" "Faraz had half of it." "The rest of it's gone." "–You must be upset." "–You know what would make me upset?" "Is if this whole working together thing screwed up our whole other thing." "Fine." "Let's go to dinner." "But you're paying."