Where's my daughter?
She was with you. Where is she now?
- She's been taken. - Taken?
We're gonna go get her back.
It's Hamzad.
He's gonna try to grab her himself.
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My name is Omar.
And we have much to discuss.
You're looking at what is believed to be
one of the largest deposits of lithium in the world.
Faraz Hamzad controls it
and it has made him the most unexpected of friends.
Hamzad, he's no friend of the Taliban.
So, how much money must be in the ground over there
to have brought mortal enemies together like this?
Baba Ghor Ghori.
Is that monster you?
Who are you?
What did we just walk into back there?
Taliban intelligence.
She's dead. Emily.
She's been dead for a few days now.
You have no idea what she's capable of.
You don't even have any idea who she is.
But I know who he is.
It's just a matter of time before she says the wrong thing
and he can't bear it anymore.
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What do you know?
I know that you work for Faraz Hamzad.
And I know that you have kidnapped
a federal law enforcement officer
and that you are keeping her against her will.
So you know nothing.
You do not know where we are.
You do not know who we are.
You do not even know your own name.
Your mother kept it all from you.
My name is Angela Adams.
I'm a special agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
And if you cooperate with me,
there is a chance that I may be able to persuade the Bureau
not to arrest and prosecute you for kidnapping.
You will wear this.
It will help when he sees you.
When who sees me?
Your father.
You think that when my father gets here,
he's going to care about what I'm wearing?
Your father is here.
Your father is Faraz Hamzad.
Your name is Parwana.
You were stolen in the dead of night from him
by your mother
and by an American we called guest and friend.
That is who you are.
Mm-hmm.
Well, then I should see him, then.
I mean, he must want to see me.
No.
Well, if he's my father,
don't you think I should be talking to him directly?
Parwana. Parwana.
Parwana.
Parwana. Parwana.
Why are you here?
You kidnapped me.
You came with Harold Harper when I summoned him.
You found me as much as I found you.
Why?
I don't know.
My father, right behind you.
He fought the Soviets the first time they came.
He served at the right hand of a king.
He was a great man.
And his father's father.
He fought Queen Victoria's army to keep his home free.
He was a scholar. He-he wrote poetry.
I wanted to know where I came from.
That's why I got on the plane.
This... this is where you came from.
You're standing amongst men who faced British invaders,
Persian invaders, Mongol invaders.
Men who sacrificed everything to...
pass something on to their children.
Men who fought, bled...
argued and wrote to keep their country free.
I want to know about my mother.
I want to know who she was.
I want to know who she was to you.
What did they tell you?
That you were dangerous to my mother.
And that my father helped her escape from you.
What else did they say about me?
Nothing.
Your mother was cold and unfeeling.
She manipulated.
She lied.
She betrayed whomever, whenever
and however it suited her.
No.
She was something else.
Before that.
In addition to that.
There must have been more in her.
There must have been hope in her
and love in her.
I never saw it.
'Cause she never showed it to me.
But I want to know what I was missing,
and I want to know why.
I have come so far...
...from where I started.
I've come all this way.
And I'll wear whatever it is you want me to wear.
And I'll answer to whatever name it is you want to call me.
Just tell me one...
...good thing about her.
Tell me what I was missing.
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Hmm.
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Hmm.
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Don't say a word.
There is nothing I want to hear.
There is nothing more to say.
I lived with it for so long, I...
...I woke up to it.
I went to sleep to it.
I drowned in it.
Wanting to know and...
not wanting to know.
And now I know it.
It's over.
You are exactly what I was afraid you would be.
You are your mother.
You fucking coward.
You don't want to hear from me?
You are dying to hear from me.
I know everything that you want to know.
You're just afraid to hear me say it.
You shouldn't have come here.
I didn't come here.
You brought me here.
You killed my friend.
You fucking abducted me.
You did all of that, and you don't have anything
that you want to ask me?
Either you're a fucking moron
or a fucking monster or a fucking coward.
Goddamn it, pick one.
Or ask me what you want to ask me!
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You will stay here for now.
This is Faruza.
She will take care of you.
Come.
Ca-Can you... can you stop?
Please.
Who are you?
I am Bina's daughter.
She was Khadija's husband's sister.
I don't know who they are.
I am your cousin.
You know who I am?
Yes.
How do you know?
I remember.
We did not talk about it.
We don't talk about those things.
But there was always an empty space in this house.
We knew someone was missing.
We felt it every day.
I don't understand what's happening.
To be very honest,
I assumed you would be dead by now.
If there was a plan before...
...there certainly is no plan now.
I have questions.
Well, of course you do.
Did you know my mother?
Yes.
Why did she leave the way she did?
What happened?
She still will not tell you?
She's dead.
Why did she leave?
Was she afraid?
Was she in danger? Was she upset?
These are not the right questions.
I'm entitled to some answers.
You're angry?
Yeah, you're goddamn right I'm angry.
Everyone is angry.
And look where it has gotten us all.
When you are ready to ask different questions,
you will know where to find me.
Thank you.
Ow.
Oh, it's okay.
You are good with him.
You have your own children back home?
No.
Not really.
What's his name?
Farouk.
Is his father here?
When the Taliban returned,
we fought.
My husband was one of the first to lose his life,
trying to protect us.
And then your father sent a message to Kabul by a courier.
And by nightfall, their soldiers were gone.
He keeps us safe.
Always.
Without him, things would get very hard for us here.
It would be very dangerous.
It would be horrible.
What?
He says he has been patient, but now it's his turn.
Do you want me to save you?
It's all right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay, I'm coming.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay.
Oh.
You have a little hideout here.
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This was supposed to be impossible.
You said sanctions would not be made
against our family, that you had assurances.
Assurances no one could violate.
I am looking at it as we speak.
Everything is stopped.
There are Talib soldiers here.
Someone on your side of things has violated those assurances.
Someone powerful enough not to be bound by them.
Whoever did this...
...they have put us in an impossible situation.
And I fear what is coming now.
I did good?
Are American girls not taught to sew?
Not this one, I guess.
I watched my mother do it.
All of it.
It always seemed like this burden.
Like something she'd been sentenced to.
I used to sit there and watch her,
trying to puzzle out what it was she wished
she was doing instead.
Now I'm wondering if it's the one thing that made her happy.
The thing that made her feel connected
to the place that she learned it.
I swear I thought if I ever found a place
that knew her...
...that all those questions would find answers.
Like there'd be this endless supply...
of answers.
But maybe that's not real.
Maybe that's what a ghost is.
The absence of answers in the shape of a person.
- Put these on now. - I don't understand.
It's not safe for you here anymore.
Just put them on.
Wha... Stop.
What is happening?
What isn't safe?
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Where are we going?
To a place to disappear.
A cave that I once told your mother of.
You will be safe there for a while,
until I can find a way
to send you away safely and for good.
I'm sorry you lost your mother.
Must have been hard for you.
It was.
Thank you.
Are you happy?
I don't know what that means.
I don't know why I brought you here.
I believe I had a need
to see you that lived beyond choice.
Beyond words.
To say goodbye to you
for the first time and for the last time.
I just wanted to know what you are returning to.
And if you would be happy there.
I don't know.
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
What do you think of me?
That may not be a fair question to ask.
I just...
I'd like to know.
You want to know something good about your mother.
I will tell you that.
Your mother taught me the most valuable lesson
I have ever learned in my life.
That you can love someone...
or you can trust them.
And no matter who the person is,
no matter how deeply either feeling is felt,
no matter how impossible it seems,
eventually, you will have to choose.
I don't believe that.
I'm glad you heard it from me, then.
I'm glad you'll have time to make peace with it
before the lesson decides it wants to be learned.
What?
The cave is there.
I thought you said nobody knew about it.
They don't.
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