Sleeper Cell

Librarian...

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Remember this day.

Remember what it feels like to leave this place and don't come back, no matter what.

If it comes down to it,

let the devil shoot you in your motherfuckin' head

before you let him stick you back into one of their prisons.

Remember...

All the laws of man are evil.

Only the laws of god are just.

The key to your higher purpose.

Excuse me.

I'll do you for free, hon.

Can I help you with something?

I'm, uh, not sure. Maybe I'm in the wrong place.

I'm sure of it.

You have a problem?

No, you have the problem, my friend,

unless you leave right now.

Maybe I'm not gonna leave until I find what I came here for.

You want to get a close-up look at all "those who incur the curse of allah and his wrath"

with your own eyes, is that it?

All the ones your precious allah has "transformed into apes and swine"?

Go ahead.

Take a close look at all us

jewish apes and pigs while you can still see.

Don't quote my book unless you can get it right.

Sura 5, verse 60 of the holy koran reads,

"of whom some he transformed into apes and swine, those who worshipped evil."

God didn't turn all the jews into beasts or all of the christians, just...

the evil ones.

This is a house of prayer.

It's not a debating society,

and it is not a professional-wrestling arena.

Let's settle this outside.

Go on. You know the answer. Don't be shy.

Indeed it is.

Darwyn Al-Hakim, I presume.

I never liked games, man.

It's no game.

Know your enemy.

Come on.

And keep that off your head from now on.

It attracts too much attention.

Best in L.A.

Much better than those overhyped krispy kremes.

Shouldn't you be eating a bagel?

Most people from the middle east look alike,

sometimes even to each other.

I've passed as persian, turkish, coptic christian,

as well as sephardic jew.

Don't african-americans have a long history of trying to pass for white?

I don't.

So, Faris Al-Farik -- "the deadly knight."

That's an impressive name. Is it real?

In this relationship, I'll be the one buying the coffees and the doughnuts

and asking the questions.

If you have a problem with that, no harm, no foul.

You go your way. I go yahweh.

Back to the temple of the apes and swine.

It's cool.

No gang gives you the keys to the kingdom before they beat you in.

You always come strapped?

What did I just tell you about questions?

Come on, man. How do I know you're not setting me up?

Carrying a piece on your ankle.

You could also be wearing a wire.

I guess we're both gonna have to trust the librarian, aren't we?

You did well tonight, darwyn --

braved the unknown, stood up for yourself and the koran.

But there is more you must do before you can

set foot in the kingdom, let alone carry the key.

I'm putting together a team of holy warriors...

believers who are ready to strike without warning,

without pity.

Go on.

You want me to marry her so she can stay in the country?

No, I want you to follow her. Everything you need is in that envelope.

Show up here tomorrow at noon. I'll have a van waiting.

What if I don't show?

Then, if you're lucky, you'll never see me again.

Shit. Jesus.

Man, you almost gave me a heart attack.

- You with Farik? - How'd you guess?

Racial profiling.

That's a good one.

You must be Darwyn.

I'm Abdullah Habib.

Everyone calls me "Bobby."

What are you doing here, bobby? Farik doesn't trust me?

Farik doesn't trust anybody,

except maybe Osama.

Okay.

But I'm driving.

Jesus.

Man, public school is a bitch, you know?

No supplies, textbooks older than my grandma,

and more metal detectors than the airport.

So?

So I got a little girl who's almost 6.

You don't worry about this shit, before you know it,

she's fucking some gangbanger she met in social studies, pregnant and on welfare.

She's not even 6, man. Relax.

That's easy for you to say 'cause you don't have kids yet.

I mean, look, you got to plan ahead for these things.

That's her.

You know this girl?

- No. You? - No.

Any idea why we're following her?

No, but Farik always has his reasons.

You know, Farik -- he's taking a real chance on you.

How so?

Well...

no offense, all right?

But, you know, most arabs don't think american blacks are real muslims.

So Farik must really see something in you

'cause, normally, they'd only recruit a brother such as yourself

as, like, a low-level stooge.

Maybe I am a stooge, Bobby, but what does that make you?

Tell me about it.

Check it out.

Target at 2:00.

Let's roll.

Most of us are ex-military.

Were, uh, you in the service?

3rd of the 75th.

3rd battalion, 75th rangers?

Damn.

- She's macking down with a white boy. - Yeah.

Mark down what time it is.

Describe the car, too.

She's dating a frat boy.

See? What did I tell you?

One day it's candy land and beanie babies. The next day it's

get drunk, pass out, and wake up in the middle of a date rape.

You're never gonna let your daughter out of the house, are you?

I got two words for you -- "home schooling."

Hey, man, I'd offer you a ride, but farik would be pissed.

The jihad-mobile -- it's for business only.

No problem.

Hey, Darwyn, my little girl's birthday is, uh, this sunday.

We're having a little party for her over at Van Nuys park.

People are showing up about 3:00.

You should come.

Thanks. I'll think about it.

Hey, don't think about it. Do it.

Farik will be there.

You can give him this.

Shit! That was close.

Hey, man, check this out.

Oh, snap!

Hey, it's Osama, dude.

We just clocked us 25 million bucks.

Osama, you don't hang on hollywood boulevard, do you?

Oh, no, no. Shit, no way.

Dude like him wouldn't be caught dead in a place like that.

Allah just wouldn't dig it, right? Right?

Please let me go.

Ain't that right, you fucking arab faggot?

Let me go home.

Oh, you want to go home?

Just leave him alone, all right?

Fuck that, man. Fuck you, too, nigger.

Good at running your necks, huh?

Now what?!

He's not an arab. He's not a muslim.

He's a sikh, you little dumb motherfuckers!

Sikhs and the muslims are like crips and bloods -- they fucking hate each other.

They've been slaughtering each other for 300 years.

You scrubs need to educate your little shit-brain selves.

What are you looking at?

Thank you.

Hi. You must be Darwyn.

I'm Bobby's wife, Nadia.

Hi. Oh.

Thanks for bringing Reza a present.

She deserves it just for the name alone. It's beautiful.

Hey, man, I'm glad you could make it.

Yeah, yeah. Home schooling -- definitely.

Hey, birthday girl, this is Darwyn.

Will you give him a high five?

- Yeah. - Ow!

You're so strong, Reza.

Hey, Marcus, watch out! Come here!

Marcus!

Oh!

I'm so sorry, really.

No, don't worry about it. It's just water.

Let me get you another drink.

I'm Gayle. I live next door to Bobby and Nadia.

Darwyn.

That your boy?

- Yep. Marcus. - Marcus.

He's madly in love with Bobby's little girl.

Yeah?

So how do you know Bobby and Nadia?

Actually, I just met Nadia.

I haven't known Bobby for that long either, but I definitely get a kick out of him.

Yeah. Bobby's a good guy.

Great dad.