:44:05
Take the wheel.
:44:38
I don't understand.
He had such hopes for tomorrow.
:44:41
- How did it happen?
- Suicide.
:44:44
Frothing at the mouth.
Traces of poison.
:44:47
- That doesn't prove suicide.
- This does.
:44:52
I have tried to live
by the teachings of the prophet.
:44:56
I heard v oices, angry v oices.
:45:00
Let fire rain from the sky.
:45:03
Let blood run in the streets.
:45:06
Death to the enemy.
:45:10
The v oices made me unclean.
:45:15
My own blood,
shed by my own hand.
:45:20
Only that can mak e me
clean again.
:45:23
No, not suicide.
:45:25
Not him, not this saint.
:45:28
Murder. I say it to you,
your television, the world.
:45:33
Murder. The CIA did it.
:45:36
Blame the CIA. Same old story.
:45:39
- Old, but true.
- How was it done?
:45:42
How could they get to him?
:45:44
- I don't know.
- Thank you.
:45:48
Not suicide, murder.
:45:59
- The suitcases.
- Not here.