mr. abdula. i was really nervous. and i was thinking, this will surely work.ll surely work, because my mother was dying. mr. abdula didn't like me. every time that i spoke to him, he had a look of disdain on his face. and he -- he just read it. there was no change of expression in his face. and he says, you're not going home. >> what? >> and i said but why am i not going home? my mom is seriously ill. i says, she might die and i need to go home to see her. why won't you let me go home? and he said -- >> there is a case against you. >> i'm not letting you go. he said to me if i wanted to leave saudi arabia, i would need to get a police check. how do i get it? you need to go to the police station and get a letter stating that you don't have any criminal record here. okay. i did say to him, if i get the police check, will you let me go home? and he said, yes, i will let you go home. i had no other choice but to go get the police check to confirm is there a case against me or is there not? then... wham! a minivan t-bones you. guess what: your insurance company wil