Sleeper Cell s01e02 Episode Script
Target
Remember what it feels like to leave this place, and don't come back -- no matter what.
I'm putting together a team of holy warriors.
I'm Abdull Ah Habib.
Everyone calls me Bobby.
What are you doing here, Bobby? Farik doesn't trust me? Farik doesn't trust anybody, except maybe Osama.
My little girl's birthday's this sunday.
You should come.
Glad you could make it.
I'm Gayle.
I live next door to Bobby and Nadia.
Darwyn.
These are text-message capable.
Don't worry.
When you get the call, each of you will know what to do.
You got any idea what they're planning? No.
No, my bet is the only one who knows the plan is Farik, and he's still testing me.
We got to go now.
If I take the 10 west, what could I hit? Westwood.
37,000 students on campus every day.
Any messages, Nina? Collins called.
He had to cancel lunch.
He's hooking up with a rep from mall of America to talk about bids.
- Big client.
- Yeah, I'll say.
No problem.
More time for me to work my proposal.
Oh, and tell Clark that I'll have the risk assessment for the hollywood bowl ready by the end of the day.
You got it.
Brushing up on your islamic studies there, Dar? I got these for you.
So, what happened the other night? That's complicated, Ray.
Complicated? All right, well, I'll make it simpler for you.
Where the fuck's Bobby Habib? You drop out of coverage for a few hours.
You pop up again.
One of our high-value targets is gone, and his entire family's disappeared in the middle of the night.
What do you mean, his family disappeared? Apparently that's just what happened.
Look at this.
Bobby Habib.
He immigrates to Chicago from Egypt when he's 15, with his mother.
Now, this is less than a year after his father, who's some colonel in the egyptian army, is executed for his participation in the assassination of president Anwar Sadat in 1981.
So Bobby's in America following in his father's footsteps.
He's also ex-U.
S.
Army, just like you, and he serves as an NBC specialist with some artillery unit during the gulf war.
Nuclear, biological, chemical warfare.
That's right.
Okay, so, where are they -- the wife and daughter? Well, you tell me.
You're the one on the inside.
And you're the one that's always telling me about this 24-7 surveillance - you have on these people.
- Yeah, these people.
Not their wives and kids -- we don't have resources for that.
Besides, you know as well as I do -- these guys never involve their women in these kind of operations.
Yeah, tell that to the russians and the israelis.
Well, this isn't Chechnya or Jerusalem.
It's L.
A.
Great, Ray.
You know what? Keep thinking like that, and we'll see what you fuck up next.
You left me alone out there, man, in the middle of nowhere in a van full of hard-core sociopaths with not even a highway-patrol rookie to back me up, man.
You're right, okay? For that, I apologize.
Trust me when I tell you that I ripped those guys on that S.
O.
Team a new asshole.
That will never happen again.
Dar, I know you're the one that's out there taking all the risks.
OK, I understand that.
Whatever it is that's happening that's complicated or that you're struggling with, you got to realize this stuff's gonna come out in the open.
The sooner you get out in front of it, the better it's gonna be for you and for the case.
You understand me? I gotta go.
It's Farik.
Good catch.
- Step forward.
- Good job, guys.
Good job.
Good curve ball.
Show me a fastball.
Go ahead.
No, don't walk too far back.
Come on.
Good job.
Keep your glove out.
All right.
Good job, everybody.
Good job.
Keep going.
Ruth, could you lead some baserunning drills while I take a bathroom break? - Sure, Yossi.
- Thanks.
Okay, guys.
Huddle up.
High pop-up, okay? Let's get together.
So, how's your team? Well, most of them are still afraid of the ball.
That's not the team I wanted to talk about, Darwyn.
I have something I want to talk to you about.
Bobby's wife and daughter -- you said you would take care of them.
I stopped by Bobby's place on the way over here, and they're gone.
So, you think I would eliminate an innocent woman and her child just because her husband was a traitor? I don't know exactly what to think.
You're not supposed to think, Darwyn.
You're supposed to follow instructions.
There's an address on there.
Be there at 5:00.
Thomas will meet you.
What are we doing? Recon on a potential target.
Okay, but you haven't answered my other question.
You ask too many questions, Darwyn.
Still, I understand, since it involves his family.
I told Bobby's lovely wife, Nadia, that her husnband has left for Iraq to join the insurgents.
She knew his views on the world.
I told her if she didn't want her daughter being raised in an immigration prison, she should get on the first flight back to Egypt.
I gave her money and plane tickets, of course.
Are you satisfied? Good.
Don't ever mention it again.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my aspiring zionist ballplayers and their lovely mothers.
Come on.
Man, I love good jewish deli.
Kosher's the closest thing to Halal.
They don't have any middle eastern joints in this place, so, you know? What? You're a trip, man.
Look at you -- blond hair, blue-eyed white boy talking about jewish deli and Halal.
That's why I'm the perfect weapon, man.
Just another american idiot cruising the mall.
I'm harmless.
Have you seen Ilija and Christian? Not since earlier.
You got any idea what they're doing? No.
Farik likes to keep things compartmentalized.
Did you get enough pictures? Security and maintenance wear the same logo, so they must be farmed out to the same company.
Security wears white shirts.
Maintenance wears maroon.
Black slacks -- shirts tucked in at all times.
How about you? I chatted up a few cashiers.
Friday night's the busiest.
Yeah? The place is packed.
And not just with infidels.
That's the danger that comes from living in Dar Al-Harb.
It's the house of war.
It won't always be this way, though.
Before the year 630 A.
D.
, Mecca was run by infidels.
Mark my words -- in 50 years, every public school in america will be closed for Ramadan.
You gonna answer that? No, it's A wrong number.
How do you know it's a wrong number if you don't pick it up? Just drop it, okay? Get back! - Come on, defense.
- Let's go! Open! Yeah! Yeah! So, I'll meet up with you guys at the student union? Yeah, just, uh, make sure to shower first.
Eddy.
Except for when it's behind the 3-point line, right? You play well.
Thanks.
So, who are you? A friend.
Your uncle Dakut says hello.
He misses you.
The cause misses you brother Eddy Pangetsu.
So, you're friends with my uncle.
- Have you been to Jakarta? - That's where we met.
I helped him set up a vacation spot in Sulawesi.
Yes.
I remember spending summers there when I was still a teenager, while my friends from school were at sleepaway camp or the YMCA.
The place is gone now -- washed out to sea by the tsunami.
More than 50,000 dead.
That's because not enough indonesian muslims practice Shari'A.
You really believe that? I believe that God -- the compassionate, the merciful -- has created the heavens and the earth, including the sea, and he does with it as he pleases.
So, how are your studies going? And I mean microbiology, not basketball.
Well enough.
Two more years, and I'll have my doctorate.
Trust me.
It'll be worth it in the long run.
Well, God is not concerned only with the long run.
What matters to God is that his laws are enacted, his justice delivered.
I don't need you to preach to me.
I'm just as dedicated to the cause as you are.
Prove it.
I had someone with similar skills to your own, but he wasn't up to the task.
And now I find myself in need.
God's cause finds itself in need.
Give me a couple days to think.
When you call your uncle to ask about me, tell him his old friend Faris Al-Farik asked you to interrupt your studies for a short time to do charity work.
He's a very wise and very strong man.
I humbly suggest that you solicit his opinion.
So, who's this Lynne chick you're dogging? Ex-girlfriend? Look, man, I'm sorry, you know? You wouldn't answer your damn phone.
It kept ringing, so I just looked at the caller I.
D.
My mom.
Lynne's my mom.
Fuck me, man.
What is it? Someone's following us, man.
- That's crazy, Tommy.
- No, man, I'm serious.
The black S.
U.
V.
'S been a couple cars behind me ever since we left the mall.
All right, let's play it cool -- make sure before we do anything crazy.
All right.
Okay.
Watch.
We're fucked.
- It's the cops, man! - Relax.
How am I supposed to relax?! They're following us! Fuckin' relax, Tommy! All right.
Okay.
Just keep cruising.
Make a right at the next corner.
- Make another right.
- All right, man.
- Shit! - Pull over.
What? Pull over.
It doesn't matter who they are.
They got nothing.
We haven't done anything.
We're not holding anything, all right? Fuckin' "a," man.
That was smooth, man.
I think we make a good team.
Fuck.
We gotta tell Farik about this.
No.
What? - What are you talking about? - We lost the tail, right? It's over.
If we tell Farik -- you saw what happened to Bobby, right? All he did was make one mistake.
You're right, man.
It stays between you and me -- between us.
Your car is marked, man.
You got to get rid of it, so give me the keys.
Where you live? North hollywood.
Got it.
Wait about an hour.
Take the bus home.
Call the cops and tell them you just got home.
Your car is gone -- stolen.
Nobody can prove different.
All right.
Thanks, man.
Thanks a lot.
All right.
How does a guy with a name like Thomas Allen Emerson end up living in a shit hole like this? You got me.
How much longer are we waiting? As long as it takes until he comes home.
What if he doesn't come home? Sooner or later, everyone comes home.
- Son of a bitch! - Shit! - Who do you think you are?! - What the fuck is your problem?! You let him go right now.
You gonna shoot me? One way or the other, I'm dead thanks to you, right? - Are you good at your job? - Who the fuck do you think you are? I asked you -- are you good at your job?! - Fuck you.
- I'll tell you how good you are, you're so fucking good that you got made by an airhead mutt who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.
That's right.
You're fucking pathetic, man.
Look, I know you surveillance-operations guys -- you don't know much about me, you don't know much about my case.
But you're supposed to cover me and not get me killed.
From now on, you back your sorry asses up.
Fuller said -- you tell Fuller, no more close follows.
No more active surveillance -- period.
You guys are supposed to know your targets' routines well enough by now to go passive 24-7.
Remote electronics, audio, video, satellites, whatever, but no more S.
O.
Agents 2 feet behind me looking to get I.
D.
'D.
Now, you got that? Can you both drive? That's funny.
I'll take that as a "yes.
" You're not following this vehicle anymore.
You're taking it in.
It's evidence.
And get moving.
The target's on his way home.
He should be here any minute.
Thanks for coming with me to pick up Marcus.
I promise you won't be late for work.
Besides, he'll be happy to see you.
No problem.
So, did you know Bobby and Nadia moved out? Really? Any idea why? Not a clue.
I was gonna ask you.
I mean, you were with them the night before they left.
No, he never mentioned anything about moving to me.
We just, uh, we went over to his friend's house and dealt with the leak in the plumbing.
And, uh, then he dropped me off at my place, and that's the last I saw him.
That's so fucking weird.
You think you know people.
Marcus really liked their little girl, too.
So, when are you gonna tell me what you did time for? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable.
I just think you should tell me, you know, considering.
Went up on a weapons rap.
Did simultaneous state and federal sentences.
I still got time on the state side, which is why I'm on parole.
You sold guns? No.
No.
I worked for a guy that did.
I helped transport them and customize them -- upgraded them, so to speak.
Jesus, Darwyn.
I had some money trouble, you know? I had to help some family out, and there were things I knew how to do from my time in the army.
These aren't excuses, just the explanation.
That was a different time, different me.
That's all in the past.
Good.
Speaking of the past, you never told me what happened to Marcus' dad.
I think I should know 'cause, uh, well, considering.
He's dead.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
He was a drunk.
Crashed his car on the 405, killing a couple people plus himself.
But he did keep his insurance paid up, so Marcus and I have a little something to live off of for a while.
That's something, at least.
Yeah, it keeps me from having to work full time, so I can actually raise my own kid.
Mommy! Hey, buddy! How you doing? I got a surprise for you.
Darwyn! Hey, pal.
Up high.
Down low.
Too slow.
Oh, you got me.
Come on, let's get in the car, sweetie.
Hey, Darwyn, want to have dinner at shakey's tonight? Oh, I can't, buddy.
I gotta work.
How about tomorrow night? Okay.
The goal is, before your mrs.
Baker comes back from maternity leave, to become fluent in the various formulas for converting english measurements into metric and vice versa.
Yuh, William? Yeah.
Why? This is America, dude.
Uh, first, because that's what it says to do in the lesson plan.
And, second, because even in England, they don't use the english system anymore.
Except for this country, it's a metric world.
Trust me, I've been there.
I measured things there.
I know.
For now, we keep it simple -- only dry-to-dry and wet-to-wet measures.
So, one pound equal to how many grams? Uh, Alexis? One pound is equal to 453.
6 grams.
Uh, very good, Alexis.
We got to be prepared, Ray.
It's the westside galleria this friday.
You sure? It's gotta be.
Farik's had all of us doing recon, and friday's the busiest night of the week.
But I don't know the plan.
Straight explosives, chemical, biological, hostage-taking.
Your guess -- good as mine.
Well, what we'll do is we'll set up a ghost team -- keep it real quiet.
We'll just have them watch for anything unusual.
Good.
No L.
A.
P.
D.
No mall security.
Anybody panics or leaks, it'll blow my cover and the case.
You dig up any more intel on Farik? Not yet, but I'm chasing down that Fort Benning lead.
D.
O.
D.
Hasn't gotten back to me yet.
Well, I got something else for you.
He likes to use this phrase -- "promote virtue and prevent vice.
" Now, it just happens to be the motto of the Saudi arabian religious police.
You're thinking Saudi? Any word on Bobby Habib? I gotta go.
Enjoy your vacation.
I got your e-mail, and I communicated with my uncle.
This agar kit's got everything you need.
Welcome to the team, brother Pangetsu.
I'm sorry.
I can't get directly involved in your operation.
What are you talking about? I got what you needed.
That's all I can do for now.
I was expecting you to do a lot more.
I need an expert on the scene.
Look, listen.
We're both soldiers in the same war.
But you have your battle to fight, and I have mine.
Mine's back home in Jakarta -- not here.
So you're a nationalist and a racist.
All you care about is the country of Indonesia and the people who happen to be malay -- maybe on a good day, polynesians, as well? Don't twist my words.
Our ancestor is one, and our faith is one.
But for we muslims of Indonesia, first and foremost, the battlefront lies in Indonesia.
My family came here to gain strength, not waste it.
All right.
I guess we'll agree to disagree.
I'm truly sorry you won't be there with us, but our spirits will be with you when you return home.
Now, show me exactly how this works.
Fucking whore.
Now I have to beg Allah for forgiveness.
Oh, you don't understand me? You understood me fine when I said I was going to cum on your face, remember? Zhara? Is that your mom again? She's such a pain in the ass.
She's a professor at Berkeley, you know? That's why I joined the army -- to piss her off.
Then I had this, uh, situation near the end of basic training, and I got separated from service.
They booted you out? I knew how much she'd love it when I came crawling back home, so I didn't come home, luckily for both of us especially her.
So, what's the problem? The problem is that my brilliant mom tracked me down.
She keeps leaving messages on my cellphone about how she wants me to come home to Berkeley.
Now she's threatening to come here -- to L.
A.
-- In person.
If she shows up, man, and starts snooping around my life she could fuck everything up, Dar.
If that happens I'm gonna need someone to help me out with her help me maintain operational security.
Operational security? You asking me to help you off your mom, Tommy? Come on.
Shit.
What's up with the music? Just a precaution.
You never know who might be listening.
What's up, man, you don't trust us? It's cool, man.
It's just part of the routine.
These are the blueprints for the mall.
Nine HVAC units on the roof -- each unit delivers air-conditioning and heating to a different section of the mall.
- Where did you get these? - Not your concern.
This, gentlemen, is weapons-grade anthrax -- God damn it.
What the hell's in that suitcase? It's 10 times the dosage required to deliver 100% death.
What happened to friday? Forget friday.
Allah akbar.
Ow! This is not good.
They're shooting themselves up with cipro.
I'm calling Fuller.
Hey.
No, no, no.
No fighting over the cheese.
Fuller here.
Tonight? Just now? All right.
Is everything okay? Allah akbar.
Allah akbar.
Yeah! - Thank you.
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
Oh, there's gonna be one more.
Ilija will signal us as soon as he throws the circuit breaker, killing the cameras.
Each vial will be emptied into an HVAC air-intake vent.
We're gonna stay focused on the job at hand.
What the hell? Go.
Watch the perimeter.
Tick, tick, tick, tick ticktock, you're on the clock time's running out, you can't stop Yeah? We're on the roof, and it's going down now.
The clock is running My U.
C.
'S just confirmed.
It's not friday.
It's tonight.
Have all agents report to the rooftop and take the targets down.
Kelly?This is Ray Fuller here.
We got a situation that's developing on the westside.
I need you to get your hazmat and your swat teams prepped and ready to respond.
What the fuck are you doing? Relax, it's harmless.
It's called bacillus globigii.
I don't understand.
It's a harmless stand-in.
It's used as a biological tracer for anthrax because it's particle size, and its dispersal characteristics are virtually identical.
It's a fucking rehearsal? A run-through? That's right.
When we do this for real, I can't afford any mistakes.
It's Fuller.
All teams, stand down immediately.
We have to feed one intake to test our delivery system, make sure we get maximum casualties.
And I have to make sure that all of you are up to the task.
I'm happy to say you passed the test.
Fucking intense, man.
Hey, what the fuck is going on? We need to get moving.
Relax.
Everything's under control.
Let's get the hell out of here.
First, we do an assessment of the potential lethality.
Then we get the hell out of here.
There we go.
It was a short.
Here you go.
Thank you.
This will determine if the bugs are viable and evenly enough dispersed in the air in large-enough qualities to do damage sufficient for our purposes.
Good job.
Go home.
I'll be in touch.
What do you want? Look, I'm sorry about tonight.
Something came up that -- Yeah, just fuck off, all right? Gayle, listen, please.
Just -- what do you want me to say? I don't want you to say anything, Darwyn.
Life is too short.
You know, you stand me up -- fine -- but don't ever stand up my kid.
That was fucking close tonight, man.
They, uh they always told us, "when you go undercover, don't go armed.
" I wanted a weapon up on that roof tonight, Ray.
I thought that was really it.
-I-I - Look I know it's been rough on you tonight.
It's all gonna be worth it in the end.
You want to know what happened to Bobby Habib? Yeah.
We drove him out to the desert buried him up to his neck stoned him and then I put a bullet in his head.
Jesus christ.
I poisoned the case, Ray.
I'm sorry.
I'm putting together a team of holy warriors.
I'm Abdull Ah Habib.
Everyone calls me Bobby.
What are you doing here, Bobby? Farik doesn't trust me? Farik doesn't trust anybody, except maybe Osama.
My little girl's birthday's this sunday.
You should come.
Glad you could make it.
I'm Gayle.
I live next door to Bobby and Nadia.
Darwyn.
These are text-message capable.
Don't worry.
When you get the call, each of you will know what to do.
You got any idea what they're planning? No.
No, my bet is the only one who knows the plan is Farik, and he's still testing me.
We got to go now.
If I take the 10 west, what could I hit? Westwood.
37,000 students on campus every day.
Any messages, Nina? Collins called.
He had to cancel lunch.
He's hooking up with a rep from mall of America to talk about bids.
- Big client.
- Yeah, I'll say.
No problem.
More time for me to work my proposal.
Oh, and tell Clark that I'll have the risk assessment for the hollywood bowl ready by the end of the day.
You got it.
Brushing up on your islamic studies there, Dar? I got these for you.
So, what happened the other night? That's complicated, Ray.
Complicated? All right, well, I'll make it simpler for you.
Where the fuck's Bobby Habib? You drop out of coverage for a few hours.
You pop up again.
One of our high-value targets is gone, and his entire family's disappeared in the middle of the night.
What do you mean, his family disappeared? Apparently that's just what happened.
Look at this.
Bobby Habib.
He immigrates to Chicago from Egypt when he's 15, with his mother.
Now, this is less than a year after his father, who's some colonel in the egyptian army, is executed for his participation in the assassination of president Anwar Sadat in 1981.
So Bobby's in America following in his father's footsteps.
He's also ex-U.
S.
Army, just like you, and he serves as an NBC specialist with some artillery unit during the gulf war.
Nuclear, biological, chemical warfare.
That's right.
Okay, so, where are they -- the wife and daughter? Well, you tell me.
You're the one on the inside.
And you're the one that's always telling me about this 24-7 surveillance - you have on these people.
- Yeah, these people.
Not their wives and kids -- we don't have resources for that.
Besides, you know as well as I do -- these guys never involve their women in these kind of operations.
Yeah, tell that to the russians and the israelis.
Well, this isn't Chechnya or Jerusalem.
It's L.
A.
Great, Ray.
You know what? Keep thinking like that, and we'll see what you fuck up next.
You left me alone out there, man, in the middle of nowhere in a van full of hard-core sociopaths with not even a highway-patrol rookie to back me up, man.
You're right, okay? For that, I apologize.
Trust me when I tell you that I ripped those guys on that S.
O.
Team a new asshole.
That will never happen again.
Dar, I know you're the one that's out there taking all the risks.
OK, I understand that.
Whatever it is that's happening that's complicated or that you're struggling with, you got to realize this stuff's gonna come out in the open.
The sooner you get out in front of it, the better it's gonna be for you and for the case.
You understand me? I gotta go.
It's Farik.
Good catch.
- Step forward.
- Good job, guys.
Good job.
Good curve ball.
Show me a fastball.
Go ahead.
No, don't walk too far back.
Come on.
Good job.
Keep your glove out.
All right.
Good job, everybody.
Good job.
Keep going.
Ruth, could you lead some baserunning drills while I take a bathroom break? - Sure, Yossi.
- Thanks.
Okay, guys.
Huddle up.
High pop-up, okay? Let's get together.
So, how's your team? Well, most of them are still afraid of the ball.
That's not the team I wanted to talk about, Darwyn.
I have something I want to talk to you about.
Bobby's wife and daughter -- you said you would take care of them.
I stopped by Bobby's place on the way over here, and they're gone.
So, you think I would eliminate an innocent woman and her child just because her husband was a traitor? I don't know exactly what to think.
You're not supposed to think, Darwyn.
You're supposed to follow instructions.
There's an address on there.
Be there at 5:00.
Thomas will meet you.
What are we doing? Recon on a potential target.
Okay, but you haven't answered my other question.
You ask too many questions, Darwyn.
Still, I understand, since it involves his family.
I told Bobby's lovely wife, Nadia, that her husnband has left for Iraq to join the insurgents.
She knew his views on the world.
I told her if she didn't want her daughter being raised in an immigration prison, she should get on the first flight back to Egypt.
I gave her money and plane tickets, of course.
Are you satisfied? Good.
Don't ever mention it again.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my aspiring zionist ballplayers and their lovely mothers.
Come on.
Man, I love good jewish deli.
Kosher's the closest thing to Halal.
They don't have any middle eastern joints in this place, so, you know? What? You're a trip, man.
Look at you -- blond hair, blue-eyed white boy talking about jewish deli and Halal.
That's why I'm the perfect weapon, man.
Just another american idiot cruising the mall.
I'm harmless.
Have you seen Ilija and Christian? Not since earlier.
You got any idea what they're doing? No.
Farik likes to keep things compartmentalized.
Did you get enough pictures? Security and maintenance wear the same logo, so they must be farmed out to the same company.
Security wears white shirts.
Maintenance wears maroon.
Black slacks -- shirts tucked in at all times.
How about you? I chatted up a few cashiers.
Friday night's the busiest.
Yeah? The place is packed.
And not just with infidels.
That's the danger that comes from living in Dar Al-Harb.
It's the house of war.
It won't always be this way, though.
Before the year 630 A.
D.
, Mecca was run by infidels.
Mark my words -- in 50 years, every public school in america will be closed for Ramadan.
You gonna answer that? No, it's A wrong number.
How do you know it's a wrong number if you don't pick it up? Just drop it, okay? Get back! - Come on, defense.
- Let's go! Open! Yeah! Yeah! So, I'll meet up with you guys at the student union? Yeah, just, uh, make sure to shower first.
Eddy.
Except for when it's behind the 3-point line, right? You play well.
Thanks.
So, who are you? A friend.
Your uncle Dakut says hello.
He misses you.
The cause misses you brother Eddy Pangetsu.
So, you're friends with my uncle.
- Have you been to Jakarta? - That's where we met.
I helped him set up a vacation spot in Sulawesi.
Yes.
I remember spending summers there when I was still a teenager, while my friends from school were at sleepaway camp or the YMCA.
The place is gone now -- washed out to sea by the tsunami.
More than 50,000 dead.
That's because not enough indonesian muslims practice Shari'A.
You really believe that? I believe that God -- the compassionate, the merciful -- has created the heavens and the earth, including the sea, and he does with it as he pleases.
So, how are your studies going? And I mean microbiology, not basketball.
Well enough.
Two more years, and I'll have my doctorate.
Trust me.
It'll be worth it in the long run.
Well, God is not concerned only with the long run.
What matters to God is that his laws are enacted, his justice delivered.
I don't need you to preach to me.
I'm just as dedicated to the cause as you are.
Prove it.
I had someone with similar skills to your own, but he wasn't up to the task.
And now I find myself in need.
God's cause finds itself in need.
Give me a couple days to think.
When you call your uncle to ask about me, tell him his old friend Faris Al-Farik asked you to interrupt your studies for a short time to do charity work.
He's a very wise and very strong man.
I humbly suggest that you solicit his opinion.
So, who's this Lynne chick you're dogging? Ex-girlfriend? Look, man, I'm sorry, you know? You wouldn't answer your damn phone.
It kept ringing, so I just looked at the caller I.
D.
My mom.
Lynne's my mom.
Fuck me, man.
What is it? Someone's following us, man.
- That's crazy, Tommy.
- No, man, I'm serious.
The black S.
U.
V.
'S been a couple cars behind me ever since we left the mall.
All right, let's play it cool -- make sure before we do anything crazy.
All right.
Okay.
Watch.
We're fucked.
- It's the cops, man! - Relax.
How am I supposed to relax?! They're following us! Fuckin' relax, Tommy! All right.
Okay.
Just keep cruising.
Make a right at the next corner.
- Make another right.
- All right, man.
- Shit! - Pull over.
What? Pull over.
It doesn't matter who they are.
They got nothing.
We haven't done anything.
We're not holding anything, all right? Fuckin' "a," man.
That was smooth, man.
I think we make a good team.
Fuck.
We gotta tell Farik about this.
No.
What? - What are you talking about? - We lost the tail, right? It's over.
If we tell Farik -- you saw what happened to Bobby, right? All he did was make one mistake.
You're right, man.
It stays between you and me -- between us.
Your car is marked, man.
You got to get rid of it, so give me the keys.
Where you live? North hollywood.
Got it.
Wait about an hour.
Take the bus home.
Call the cops and tell them you just got home.
Your car is gone -- stolen.
Nobody can prove different.
All right.
Thanks, man.
Thanks a lot.
All right.
How does a guy with a name like Thomas Allen Emerson end up living in a shit hole like this? You got me.
How much longer are we waiting? As long as it takes until he comes home.
What if he doesn't come home? Sooner or later, everyone comes home.
- Son of a bitch! - Shit! - Who do you think you are?! - What the fuck is your problem?! You let him go right now.
You gonna shoot me? One way or the other, I'm dead thanks to you, right? - Are you good at your job? - Who the fuck do you think you are? I asked you -- are you good at your job?! - Fuck you.
- I'll tell you how good you are, you're so fucking good that you got made by an airhead mutt who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.
That's right.
You're fucking pathetic, man.
Look, I know you surveillance-operations guys -- you don't know much about me, you don't know much about my case.
But you're supposed to cover me and not get me killed.
From now on, you back your sorry asses up.
Fuller said -- you tell Fuller, no more close follows.
No more active surveillance -- period.
You guys are supposed to know your targets' routines well enough by now to go passive 24-7.
Remote electronics, audio, video, satellites, whatever, but no more S.
O.
Agents 2 feet behind me looking to get I.
D.
'D.
Now, you got that? Can you both drive? That's funny.
I'll take that as a "yes.
" You're not following this vehicle anymore.
You're taking it in.
It's evidence.
And get moving.
The target's on his way home.
He should be here any minute.
Thanks for coming with me to pick up Marcus.
I promise you won't be late for work.
Besides, he'll be happy to see you.
No problem.
So, did you know Bobby and Nadia moved out? Really? Any idea why? Not a clue.
I was gonna ask you.
I mean, you were with them the night before they left.
No, he never mentioned anything about moving to me.
We just, uh, we went over to his friend's house and dealt with the leak in the plumbing.
And, uh, then he dropped me off at my place, and that's the last I saw him.
That's so fucking weird.
You think you know people.
Marcus really liked their little girl, too.
So, when are you gonna tell me what you did time for? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable.
I just think you should tell me, you know, considering.
Went up on a weapons rap.
Did simultaneous state and federal sentences.
I still got time on the state side, which is why I'm on parole.
You sold guns? No.
No.
I worked for a guy that did.
I helped transport them and customize them -- upgraded them, so to speak.
Jesus, Darwyn.
I had some money trouble, you know? I had to help some family out, and there were things I knew how to do from my time in the army.
These aren't excuses, just the explanation.
That was a different time, different me.
That's all in the past.
Good.
Speaking of the past, you never told me what happened to Marcus' dad.
I think I should know 'cause, uh, well, considering.
He's dead.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
He was a drunk.
Crashed his car on the 405, killing a couple people plus himself.
But he did keep his insurance paid up, so Marcus and I have a little something to live off of for a while.
That's something, at least.
Yeah, it keeps me from having to work full time, so I can actually raise my own kid.
Mommy! Hey, buddy! How you doing? I got a surprise for you.
Darwyn! Hey, pal.
Up high.
Down low.
Too slow.
Oh, you got me.
Come on, let's get in the car, sweetie.
Hey, Darwyn, want to have dinner at shakey's tonight? Oh, I can't, buddy.
I gotta work.
How about tomorrow night? Okay.
The goal is, before your mrs.
Baker comes back from maternity leave, to become fluent in the various formulas for converting english measurements into metric and vice versa.
Yuh, William? Yeah.
Why? This is America, dude.
Uh, first, because that's what it says to do in the lesson plan.
And, second, because even in England, they don't use the english system anymore.
Except for this country, it's a metric world.
Trust me, I've been there.
I measured things there.
I know.
For now, we keep it simple -- only dry-to-dry and wet-to-wet measures.
So, one pound equal to how many grams? Uh, Alexis? One pound is equal to 453.
6 grams.
Uh, very good, Alexis.
We got to be prepared, Ray.
It's the westside galleria this friday.
You sure? It's gotta be.
Farik's had all of us doing recon, and friday's the busiest night of the week.
But I don't know the plan.
Straight explosives, chemical, biological, hostage-taking.
Your guess -- good as mine.
Well, what we'll do is we'll set up a ghost team -- keep it real quiet.
We'll just have them watch for anything unusual.
Good.
No L.
A.
P.
D.
No mall security.
Anybody panics or leaks, it'll blow my cover and the case.
You dig up any more intel on Farik? Not yet, but I'm chasing down that Fort Benning lead.
D.
O.
D.
Hasn't gotten back to me yet.
Well, I got something else for you.
He likes to use this phrase -- "promote virtue and prevent vice.
" Now, it just happens to be the motto of the Saudi arabian religious police.
You're thinking Saudi? Any word on Bobby Habib? I gotta go.
Enjoy your vacation.
I got your e-mail, and I communicated with my uncle.
This agar kit's got everything you need.
Welcome to the team, brother Pangetsu.
I'm sorry.
I can't get directly involved in your operation.
What are you talking about? I got what you needed.
That's all I can do for now.
I was expecting you to do a lot more.
I need an expert on the scene.
Look, listen.
We're both soldiers in the same war.
But you have your battle to fight, and I have mine.
Mine's back home in Jakarta -- not here.
So you're a nationalist and a racist.
All you care about is the country of Indonesia and the people who happen to be malay -- maybe on a good day, polynesians, as well? Don't twist my words.
Our ancestor is one, and our faith is one.
But for we muslims of Indonesia, first and foremost, the battlefront lies in Indonesia.
My family came here to gain strength, not waste it.
All right.
I guess we'll agree to disagree.
I'm truly sorry you won't be there with us, but our spirits will be with you when you return home.
Now, show me exactly how this works.
Fucking whore.
Now I have to beg Allah for forgiveness.
Oh, you don't understand me? You understood me fine when I said I was going to cum on your face, remember? Zhara? Is that your mom again? She's such a pain in the ass.
She's a professor at Berkeley, you know? That's why I joined the army -- to piss her off.
Then I had this, uh, situation near the end of basic training, and I got separated from service.
They booted you out? I knew how much she'd love it when I came crawling back home, so I didn't come home, luckily for both of us especially her.
So, what's the problem? The problem is that my brilliant mom tracked me down.
She keeps leaving messages on my cellphone about how she wants me to come home to Berkeley.
Now she's threatening to come here -- to L.
A.
-- In person.
If she shows up, man, and starts snooping around my life she could fuck everything up, Dar.
If that happens I'm gonna need someone to help me out with her help me maintain operational security.
Operational security? You asking me to help you off your mom, Tommy? Come on.
Shit.
What's up with the music? Just a precaution.
You never know who might be listening.
What's up, man, you don't trust us? It's cool, man.
It's just part of the routine.
These are the blueprints for the mall.
Nine HVAC units on the roof -- each unit delivers air-conditioning and heating to a different section of the mall.
- Where did you get these? - Not your concern.
This, gentlemen, is weapons-grade anthrax -- God damn it.
What the hell's in that suitcase? It's 10 times the dosage required to deliver 100% death.
What happened to friday? Forget friday.
Allah akbar.
Ow! This is not good.
They're shooting themselves up with cipro.
I'm calling Fuller.
Hey.
No, no, no.
No fighting over the cheese.
Fuller here.
Tonight? Just now? All right.
Is everything okay? Allah akbar.
Allah akbar.
Yeah! - Thank you.
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
Oh, there's gonna be one more.
Ilija will signal us as soon as he throws the circuit breaker, killing the cameras.
Each vial will be emptied into an HVAC air-intake vent.
We're gonna stay focused on the job at hand.
What the hell? Go.
Watch the perimeter.
Tick, tick, tick, tick ticktock, you're on the clock time's running out, you can't stop Yeah? We're on the roof, and it's going down now.
The clock is running My U.
C.
'S just confirmed.
It's not friday.
It's tonight.
Have all agents report to the rooftop and take the targets down.
Kelly?This is Ray Fuller here.
We got a situation that's developing on the westside.
I need you to get your hazmat and your swat teams prepped and ready to respond.
What the fuck are you doing? Relax, it's harmless.
It's called bacillus globigii.
I don't understand.
It's a harmless stand-in.
It's used as a biological tracer for anthrax because it's particle size, and its dispersal characteristics are virtually identical.
It's a fucking rehearsal? A run-through? That's right.
When we do this for real, I can't afford any mistakes.
It's Fuller.
All teams, stand down immediately.
We have to feed one intake to test our delivery system, make sure we get maximum casualties.
And I have to make sure that all of you are up to the task.
I'm happy to say you passed the test.
Fucking intense, man.
Hey, what the fuck is going on? We need to get moving.
Relax.
Everything's under control.
Let's get the hell out of here.
First, we do an assessment of the potential lethality.
Then we get the hell out of here.
There we go.
It was a short.
Here you go.
Thank you.
This will determine if the bugs are viable and evenly enough dispersed in the air in large-enough qualities to do damage sufficient for our purposes.
Good job.
Go home.
I'll be in touch.
What do you want? Look, I'm sorry about tonight.
Something came up that -- Yeah, just fuck off, all right? Gayle, listen, please.
Just -- what do you want me to say? I don't want you to say anything, Darwyn.
Life is too short.
You know, you stand me up -- fine -- but don't ever stand up my kid.
That was fucking close tonight, man.
They, uh they always told us, "when you go undercover, don't go armed.
" I wanted a weapon up on that roof tonight, Ray.
I thought that was really it.
-I-I - Look I know it's been rough on you tonight.
It's all gonna be worth it in the end.
You want to know what happened to Bobby Habib? Yeah.
We drove him out to the desert buried him up to his neck stoned him and then I put a bullet in his head.
Jesus christ.
I poisoned the case, Ray.
I'm sorry.