Infidel

Repent, brother.

Accept Allah's word and proclaim Muhammad as his messenger.

Should've spoken to you more about martyrdom.

If I had, you'd be laughing at these fuckers.

You'd be saying, "Through you, I gain entrance into paradise."

We're not afraid to die.

That's why we're gonna win.

I'm not afraid, either.

Do your job.

Doug's here.

- Hey, don't forget this. - Oh.

- Gosh, thank you, Janet. - Have fun.

Thanks.

Guess what I got her.

Not a burka.

Now, that would be funny.

No.

A sexy gold anklet

and some belly-dancing lessons.

Oh, you didn't.

It's a joke.

He's gonna kill her.

It's not for him.

Anyway, he's supposed to be an American now.

There's got to be a sense of humor buried under that beard somewhere.

You talking about him or me?

Whoa. Watch out!

- Geez. - Christ.

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Excuse me.

That was a little reckless, don't you think?

And?

That's a Maserati GranTurismo.

Asshole.

If I had that, people would like me.

Ha!

Infidels. You're late.

Javid.

How have you been, my infidel friend?

- How are you, Javid? - Is Liz too busy

fighting the war on terror, you can't come to Meena's graduation on time?

Oh, knock it off, Javid.

- I do trade policy. - No, no, no, no.

You're a spy, and everybody here knows you're a spy, so... and it's fine.

- Come on in. - Thanks.

There she is, the most beautiful graduate.

Thank you for coming. Thank you so much.

That's for you. Congratulations.

Oh, my God, that's so sweet.

- Thank you. - It's okay.

Open it later. It's girl stuff.

- Shh. - Oh, I get it.

Well, he has his secrets, and we have ours.

Wow. Congratulations.

- Oh, am I sitting here? - Doug, my brother,

it's such an honor to speak at Al-Azhar.

What did I tell you, huh?

I told you the blog post would get a positive reaction in the Middle East.

Huh? What did I say?

Oh, you-you told me.

Thank you. And, Liz,

everyone is extremely proud of your husband here.

Such an honor he has received.

So he must go to Cairo, okay?

Yeah, he must.

See, guys?

Faith is what unites us.

- That's right. - And this is what Doug's post is about.

And you would understand if you went with him to church, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Javid, you know, you can always go to church with me, too.

Yeah, right.

Of course. That's a good one.

Funny fellow here, huh?

Very funny.

What?

Who's the young guy over there?

- The one with the tattoos? - Yeah.

He wants to date Meena.

Can you believe such a thing?

Look, I seriously would not let him in my house.

Never mind.

There.

Thank you for coming, seriously.

- You're welcome. - Means a lot.

Okay, everyone.

I would like to make a toast.

With water and soda only, okay?

Except for those infidels. I see you.

You're drinking alcohol.

To my daughter, Meena.

May Allah guide your future path

in our beautiful, adopted America.

Beh salamati, Meena.

Beh salamati.

Cheers, guys.

Have a seat.

Food time.

- Yes, yes! - I'm starving.

"Doug, my very good infidel friend.

You're such an infidel, but I tolerate you."

You never liked him much anyway.

But I love his daughter.

And her mother.

She plays a dutiful Muslim wife...

Don't you think? But she's got fire and resilience in her.

You'd have to to put up with that bullshit.

It's a software company.

And Javid's the only guy at work I can talk to

about international events, politics.

Everybody else is just a bunch of geeks who want to talk...

software.

Yeah, he's fine.

He's just always playing the big shot.

- He's so over the top. - Mm-hmm.

Hello?

Hello. Is anyone there?

Liz?

Soheila?

Is Meena there?

Meena here? No. Why?

She left the party with her boyfriend.

He was supposed to drop her off hours ago.

- I'm worried, Liz. - You're worried.

I want to call the police, but Javid won't let me.

Well, you know, he probably

just wants to give it a bit more time.

It's, uh... it's graduation, Soheila.

It's, you know...

They party. They celebrate.

It's a big night.

- Give it a chance, yeah? - Okay.

Okay. Night. Bye.

Welcome to America.

Graduation.

Javid?

Shut up, Soheila!

Hello?

Soheila?

Uh, I will. I will.

Something's not right.

What is it?

We called 911.

They're expecting you, sir.

- Hi. Excuse me. - Hi.

You Javid's friend?

- Yes. - Come on in.

Stay here.

- You work with Javid, right? - Mm-hmm.

I'm glad you're here.

You're gonna witness how my client's rights

- are being violated. - This is my home!

- A good Muslim home! - It's good you're here.

- Hey, Javid. - Doug.

It's okay.

Look at what they're doing, man, just, like, treating us like criminals.

Mr. Rawlins?

- Yes. - I'm Sergeant Knebel, Fairfax Police.

Yeah, this man is my friend.

He knows me, and he will tell you the truth.

That's great.

Can you tell your client to back off, please?

Can I talk to you for a second, please?

Give me a second.

- Have you seen Mr. Hosseini's daughter? - Wait here.

- Uh, earlier this evening... - Don't answer that.

It's immaterial.

Meena's not here.

You don't know where she is, right?

- Neither do the Hosseinis. - Excuse me.

Your presence here is entirely unwarranted.

No one here called you.

The man's Muslim, so you enter his house without a warrant,

- without permission. - Can you please take her?

- Thank you. - Islamophobia.

You better not lay a hand on me.

Where is your warrant?

Do not touch me.

Soheila.

She let us in.

Look, um... these are good people.

I've known Mr. Hosseini for some time now.

Have you ever seen him exhibit extremist behaviors or attitudes?

What?

No.

Come with me.

Come on.

I've read your blog, by the way.

Good stuff.

Thanks.

Recruitment videos.

Beheadings.

Islamic rah-rah shit.

He's running a terrorist nerve center or recruitment website.

Or am I just an Islamophobe?

I'm going in there.

You don't have the right to restrain me.

Excuse me. I am his lawyer. Now, let me through.

Fruit of the poisoned vine, my friend.