According to Cheney and the gang, some torturers are more equal than others.
This is the story of how one American becomes unequal. How an average guy, born of poor fishing folks of poor Maine stock, becomes a torturer. How a guy who knew boats, and joined the Marines, and learned Arabic, and went to Washington ended up scraping the truth from the bodies of men, like clams.
The guy lives a simple life. He dresses, he goes to work, he has lunch, he goes back to work. Sometimes, he dates. Indeed, there is nothing remarkable about this guy. Except that his job is to interrogate prisoners, and the prisoners are on a little island, outside humanity.