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The usual...

4, 17, 10, 21, 89.

Why do you always play the same numbers?

That's the time and
date my son was born.

That's nice.

Maybe today's your lucky day.

Thanks, Rosa.

So, that's our guy?

Yep...

Jim Kroeper, 48.

Served in desert storm,

where he joyfully drove tanks over
the bodies of our Muslim brothers.

Now he's transporting phosgene
from Los Angeles to Newark.

Usually takes him about five days,
which gives us just enough time.

We're on.

It's so fucking hot out here.

You Americans are so spoiled.

How do you expect to fight a war if
you can't even stand a little heat?

You're a nation of pussies.

Yeah, well, at least
Americans fight, you know,

unlike, say, I don't know,
for example, the French.

You shit on the French, but

Napol�on conquered the
world while you Americans

were still hiding from
Indians inside log cabins.

Fucking Napol�on. Napol�on was
a tyrannical dictator, okay?

He fucking invaded Egypt.

Did you know he almost converted
to Islam after he conquered Egypt?

Yes.

I understand. Roger that.
We're moving to intercept.

That was Farik. Let's go.

The critical word is "almost," okay?

That counts for less than
shit on Judgment Day.

He died an unbeliever, a kafir.

So right now, I hate to say it, man, but
your boy Napol�on is burning in hell.

Whatever.

We just caught a break.

Pakistani security forces
working alongside the CIA

nabbed a major terrorist
leader in Karachi.

His name Isnabeel al-Salifi.
They picked him up yesterday.

And they've been aggressively
interrogating him ever since?

Exactly. The guy's a
tough son of a bitch.

So far he hasn't cracked.

What does this have to do
with the L.A. cell?

Al-Salifi tried to destroy his
computer during the raid,

but the techs at Langley
have been able to

recover some information,
including this.

We're one step closer to
identifying that son of a bitch.

What's he doing?

I don't know. This is not one of
his regular stops on his schedule.

What do we do now?

We wait and trust Allah, Darwyn.

We're being guided.

We're off schedule.

We should abort.

Not yet.

I'm gonna need you to

back me up...

just like in Mexico.

Oh, yeah.

That's... that's great.

For another 100 bucks, you can get that
special treatment we talked about.

Yeah. What the hell?

You only live once, right?

Oh, shit.

Freeze!

Police.

You're under arrest.

Oh, look, officers, I
can't get arrested today.

I got a kid at home waiting for me.

Can we work something out
...a couple of freebies?

I'll let you guys play
golf... any hole you want.

You got five seconds to walk away, lady.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're letting her go but
you're arresting me?

Shut the fuck up.

Put some clothes on.
We're going for a ride.

- Now!
- Okay. Okay.

Look, officers,

it was just one joint, huh?

I was on my break.

I never drive when I'm
high, I swear to God.

Don't use the lord's name in vain.

Hey, this wasn't the plan.

The plans have changed.

Tie him up. Get the keys.

You're up, Tommy boy.

Radical.

By the way, that was

quick thinking with
that phony-cop routine.

Saves us from having to
dispose of another body.

Relax. Relax. It's just
a little insurance

in case we run into any problems.

Fuck.

We need to force that truck
off the road immediately.

Our U.C. could get caught
in the cross fire.

We need to end this now

because I'm not letting
terrorists maintain control

of a truck full of lethal chemicals.

It's al-Sayeed.

Does Tommy know you got that
tanker rigged with C4, man?

It's like he's driving a chemical
bomb through downtown L.A.

He doesn't need any more distractions.

If we come across a problem,
he'll find out soon enough...

as will half of downtown.

A phosgene release this time of day
will kill hundreds if not thousands.

Not exactly the casualty rate
I expect on Youmud Din, but

it's good enough if
worse comes to worst.

Sir, we need to call
off the blockade now.

If this tanker blows and releases
a chemical cloud of poisonous gas

in the middle of downtown L.A.

All teams, this is S.A.C. Diaz.

Stand down.
Let the subject proceed. Repeat.

Stop pursuing the targets
and allow them to proceed.

Relax. Relax. I'll...

I'll do whatever you want.

Excellent.

Maybe you are smarter than you look.

Come on. I want to show you something.

Sit down.

Familiar?

It should be. This is your usual
cargo route to New Jersey, right?

The man asked you a question.
You answer.

Yeah, that's my route.

And these are your regularly
scheduled stops along your journey.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Now, according to this schedule, you

should be in Phoenix,
Arizona, right now,

and you would have been had you not, uh,

made that unexpected detour
to meet with your whore.

What do you want from me?

I like a man who gets to the point.

Now, your standard operating
procedures are to call your dispatcher

daily from one of these stops

to confirm that you're on schedule and

that you're not running
into any problems.

Is that correct?

How do you know all this?
Who are you people?

Yes or no?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah. That's right.

Now, you're gonna call
that dispatcher, and

you're gonna tell him
that you're in Phoenix

and that everything is
running on schedule.

They got caller I.D., man.
They'll see I'm still in L.A.

They'll know something's up.

Relax, Mr. Kroeper. We spoofed the line.

They'll see whatever area
code we want them to see.

Now, do it and don't screw up.

If you try to be a hero, that will
only lead to a very painful death.

Do you understand?

This is dispatch.
- Yeah, this is...

This is Jim Kroeper on the Newark run.

Everything's rosy.

"Rosy" is your panic word
to indicate a problem.

What did I tell you about
trying to be a hero?

This is dispatch...

Dipshit.

Now, we're gonna do this for real,

and this time, if you
attempt to alert anyone,

your wife and son in Reno will die.

Jesus Christ.

Peace be upon him.

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

Any word from our U.C.?

No, nothing yet.

Well, Patrice, you
should be happy to know

that everything else
that's happened today

just got balanced out
by some good news.

Oh? What's that?

Our friends from the dark
side over at Langley

were able to reconstruct more
data on al-Salifi's hard drive.

Faris al-Farik,

our international man of mystery.

We know who he is.

Listen very carefully,

as though your lives depended
on it, because they do.

We're going to be transferring
the liquid phosgene

from inside that tanker

into these barrels.

During the operation,

you will all be required
to wear one of these.

The emergency command vehicle

is going to be refrigerated to
the appropriate temperature

in order to keep the phosgene
from turning into poison gas.

Now, the main danger comes
during the transfer process.

If any liquid leaks

between the tanker

and those barrels,

we all risk contamination,

and that's where our
friend Jim comes in handy.

If we do have an
undetected phosgene leak,

Jim here will suffer the effects first,

and, as you recall from our
little experiment with the dogs,

it's not a pretty picture.

We're using this guy as a guinea pig?

He's a prisoner of war.

Remember, Islam teaches us that we
must treat our captives humanely,

which is why I expect you
not to make any mistakes.

After all, we wouldn't want our guest
here to die of phosgene poisoning

because of your incompetence,
now, would we?

That wouldn't be very humane.

All right, brothers,

let's get to work,

and let's try not to
get ourselves killed.

His real name is Saad bin Safwan.

He was an officer in the Saudi
Arabian national guard.

He spent 1987 to '89 fighting against
the Russians in Afghanistan.

Sustained an injury in the
field and went home to Riyadh,

where he participated in
the liberation of Kuwait

alongside U.S. Forces.

Apparently we didn't make such
a good impression, because

the next time he shows
up, he's in Somalia,

teaching Mohammed Aidid's men how
to shoot down our helicopters

the way he shot down Russian
ones in Afghanistan.

"Black Hawk Down"?
- Right.

Next he heads north to the Balkans, and
he fights with the mujahideen in Bosnia.

Then he follows Bin Laden
back to Afghanistan,

fights for the Taliban
in their civil war,

and sets up shop teaching recruits
at an Al Qaeda training camp.

What about immediate family?

He's got a wife and a
daughter in London.

MI-5 is already setting up surveillance.

What's the wife's background?

She's a Palestinian refugee.

She grew up in the west bank before

a British foundation got her a
scholarship to study at Edinburgh.

Her brother was a hamas militant who was

killed by the Israelis during a
targeted-assassination operation.

Well, that's probably
what drew her to Farik.

Excuse me?

I have a brother serving
in Iraq in Baquba...

liaison to the city council.

If, God forbid, anything
should happen to him,

I'd quit the FBI,

join private security in Baghdad,

and I would kill as many Iraqi
insurgents as possible.

Excellent progress.

Jim!

How you doing, Jim? How you feeling?

You breathing easy?

Looks like you're in
Amarillo, Texas, by now.

Come on.

Better call your dispatcher

so he doesn't get worried.

- 806 area code.
- Got it.

Oh, and, Jim,

remember to mention how much you
love those lone star girls.

Your wife's from Lubbock, right?

Starlight dispatch. Operator 14.

Hey, it's Kroeper on the Newark run.

I'm in Amarillo now, and
everything's great.

Man, I sure love these Texas girls.

Best racks in America, huh?

I hear you, Jim...
Dallas cowboy cheerleaders.

I could party with one of those honeys
all night long and never get tired.

Talk to you soon, buddy.

Smooth, Jim. Smooth.

How much longer are we
gonna play this game?

I'm supposed to be pulling into
Newark by the middle of next week.

Relax, Jim.

We're not gonna be here that long.

Okay. So, there are no reports of
any missing shipments of phosgene

within a 100-mile radius of
either New York or Washington.

Well, maybe only the Los
Angeles cell is active.

No. The legat in
Stockholm lost the first

guy, and our second suspect is still

crisscrossing the Midwest.

No, my gut says that
the three cells are

planning coordinated
attacks on the same day.

I mean, it's Al Qaeda's signature.

Bismillahir rahmanir rahim.

These kabobs are great...

just like my wife used to make.

Ex-wife.

Gentlemen...

like true mujahideen,
you have all worked

so hard for so long without complaining,
and for that I thank you.

And I would like to share with you

that I have been authorized to
reveal the date of Youmud Din.

For too many years, Americans

have deluded themselves into
thinking that they're exceptional,

that the laws of history
do not apply to them.

Like the pharaoh who persecuted Moses,

they have become secure

in their materialism and their hedonism.

They have defied God

and proclaimed themselves
masters of destiny.

But, as every good Muslim knows,

only God is the lord of destiny.

And now it is time

to remind Americans of this truth.

Youmud Din, Judgment Day,

will take place, in sha'
Allah, on lailat-ul-baraat,

the night of absolution,

the 15th of shaban.

Hey.

I got to go to the bathroom.

You can shit in your
pants for all I care.

Hold on, man. I'll take you.

Hey, Tommy, don't forget to wash
your hands after you wipe his ass.

They're gonna kill me, aren't they?

I've seen your faces.
I know the date of your plan.

There's no way you're gonna let me go.

Relax, man.

You're not gonna die.

We are.

What's that all about?

I don't know.

What's up?

I'm gonna have to step out
for the rest of the night

take care of some business.

Uh, the rest of you, just

just stay here and, uh,

watch the monitors, huh?

Hold on a second.

Farik, we've been
cooped up in this place

for two days, no sunlight, fresh air.

Youmud Din is so close.

I think we've earned a right
to go out and enjoy ourselves.

We may not have another chance.

The prophet, sallAllahu'
alaihi wa sallam,

was compassionate toward his followers.

It's true, Farik.

We are all, all of us,
going to die for Allah.

Maybe for just one last time.

All right.

You all have the rest of the night off,

but I need someone to stay and
watch over our guest here.

I'll do it.

Good. Now, I, uh...

I don't care what you do for
your last hurrah, just...

just be back here for
fajr prayer tomorrow.

Tommy...

can I borrow your car
since you're staying?

Be safe.
- Yeah.

Yeah!

Next up for karaoke... Steve!

Let's hear what you got, Steve!

All right, let's hear it.

- Steve! Let's do it!
- Come on, Steve!

What the hell are you doing, Darwyn?

Farik got a call.

He looked disturbed, shocked,

and then he took the night off. I wanted
to make sure we knew what was on.

That's what we have S.O. teams for.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, they've lost him before.

That was before. I'm in charge now.

We got Farik covered.

Is there any chance we could take the
door of the warehouse now he's gone?

No, no. The entire building's
still rigged with explosives.

How's the hostage?

Alive, but I don't know
for how much longer.

What about plans for the attack?

Still no target yet, but he's given
us a date, the 15th of shaban.

That's the lailat-ul-baraat.
It's the, uh...

Oh, the night of absolution,
when Allah decrees

the fate of mankind for the year ahead.

I'm impressed.

The more I know about Islam,
the better I do my job.

Lailat-ul-baraat

is in two days.

That doesn't give us much time.

We can get a tactical team
together by the end of tomorrow.

The moment Farik opens that door,
we can shut him the fuck down.

You don't look convinced.

You know, Farik's been through more
shit than either one of us can imagine.

He won't make it easy.

Saad.

Samia, what are you doing here?

Your uncle Faisal, he gave
me an account number,

said that funds were
available if anything

ever happened to you, and then I...

shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

We can't talk about this.

- This room might be bugged.
- No, it's not.

I swept for listening devices
just like you taught me.

Samia...

You shouldn't have come. You know that.

I'm sorry, but...

on the flight over here,

I tried to think of what I
would tell Asma if anything...

You'll tell her that
her father is not dead

but alive in paradise.

Martyrs don't even feel
the sting of death.

I don't care about paradise.

I want you here with me now.

I want to look forward
to you coming back home.

To grow old with me.

I want...
- Stop, please.

Why?! Why?!

Because you're the only
person who has a hope in hell

of making me change
my mind, and I can't.

I can't.

I have a duty.
- No!

Don't.

Boy.

Mitt.

Cup.

Good job.

Girl.

Dog.

Good job.

Hey, Tommy.

That's your name, right?

Yeah.

I want to thank you...

for treating me like a human being,

unlike your friends.

They're just tense, man.

They're good men.

They're heroes.

You know...

you remind me of my son, Jake.

He's a good kid.
Plays football on the high-school team.

Yeah, I used to

be a running back in high school myself.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

But I got kicked off the team,

fighting with the coach.

Story of my life, man. I always
had difficulty obeying authority.

I think that's why I became a Muslim,

because in Islam, you don't
answer to other human beings.

You surrender only to your creator.

I never really knew any Muslims
until I went to the Gulf.

I fought alongside these Egyptian
guys in the 12th mechanized brigade.

Oh, they were good soldiers.

Then they'd stop five times a day for
prayers, which I thought was cool,

'cause, hell... most folks I know, they
hardly go to church five times a year.

I just wish I'd, uh,

asked them more about their religion.

Look, I-I'm just a...

simple guy, Tommy, but I'm
trying to understand.

Look, what I don't get is...

you're an American.

What are you doing with these people?

I'm one of them...

and I believe in our cause.

Come on, Tommy. Look,
you're a smart kid.

That stuff I've been hauling,

the phosgene, what do you think they're
planning on doing with it, huh?

They're mass murderers. They are going
to kill innocent people with that stuff.

Oh, really?

Why don't you give me a fucking break?

Did you pay your taxes last April?
- Yeah.

Do you know what percentage of your
tax dollars goes toward waging war

on innocent Muslim men, women,
and children all over the world,

from the Philippine
Islands to Palestine?

You use a $100-million jet

to drop bombs on civilians,
and you're a hero.

You deserve a fucking medal.

You take 'em out by blowing yourself
up on the corner or on a bus,

and you're a terrorist.

That's bullshit, Tommy.

I went to war as an American
soldier, and I am telling you,

American soldiers do not
wage war on civilians.

Wow.

Right.

Right.

Oh, look, Tommy, I'm
sorry if I offended you.

I did not mean to.
- Fuck off, Jim.

We're all saddled up.
Anybody got an idea what the target is?

My guess is a large outdoor space
with lots of people hanging around...

maybe the third street
promenade in Santa Monica.

Maybe the farmers market at the Grove.

I think we will hit
Disneyland, I'm sorry to say.

It has the greatest symbolic value.

Why "sorry to say"?

I love Disneyland.

Tommy,

Please, man, I got to go
to the bathroom again.

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

The last fucking time, man.

Come on.

Stay back, motherfucker!
Stay back! Stay back!

Don't move or I'll blow your...

Not even loaded.

Christian, Ilija.

Farik, he's no longer a threat to us.
Let's just tie him up...

No. We're too close.

We can't risk anything else going wrong.

You said yourself we don't need...

Besides, he had an
opportunity to cooperate.

Hell, he had an opportunity to escape.

He failed in both.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Samia bin Safwan? I'm with the
Federal Bureau of Investigation.

What's this all about?

I just want to ask you a few
questions, if you don't mind.

I do mind, if I don't
catch this flight, I'm

gonna miss my daughter's
ballet recital.

Oh, how fucking tragic.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

I'm a British citizen.
This is intolerable.

Well, with the way London
subways are running,

I don't think Tony Blair will
be coming to your defense.

This room was used by the previous
tenant for gas-attack training.

It's airtight,

complete with an exhaust system for
filtering out any remaining gas.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kroeper, but your
services will no longer be required.

Tommy.

Tommy.

No. Please.

You gave me a bloody nose.

No! No!

Horrible, isn't it?

Imagine this happening to
thousands of American infidels.

Tens of thousands.

Not so horrible then, huh?

Okay.

Okay, that's great. Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay.

So, our tactical teams will be in place

two days from now for a full-scale
assault on the warehouse,

and, of course, agent al-Sayeed
will be working from the inside.

2 days, 48 hours...

it should all be over.

Mommy, can I watch cartoons?
- Okay, till lunch, sweetie.

Hey, Marcus, guess what!
We're going to a baseball game tomorrow!

Gather around brothers. Gather around.

This is the plan for Youmud Din.

Dodger stadium.

Home to America's
greatest pastime, soon to

be home to America's
greatest mass grave.

On Youmud Din, in the
beginning of the ball game,

one of us

will start a strategically
placed fire inside the stands.

The stadium officials will
call the fire department,

and, in accordance to their standing
emergency-response protocol,

they will evacuate all of
the fans onto the field.

But instead of L.A.'s bravest,
it's gonna be Islam's bravest

who show up with our
emergency command vehicle.

When the vehicle's on the
field, it will detonate,

including all of the
containers inside of it,

releasing a phosgene cloud

that will blanket the entire
stadium within seconds.

Fuckin' awesome.

We'll kill 50,000
unbelievers in one attack.

Well, actually, that
number is on the low side.

We're not alone.

What do you mean?

There are two other units of the
faithful in two other cities.

On Youmud Din, they will carry
out simultaneous attacks

on baseball stadiums in
their respective cities

using a mixture of
unconventional weapons.

If all three attacks go off as planned,

in sha' Allah, the death toll
could rise up to 150,000.

It'll be the biggest disaster
in American history.

Farik, do you really
think we can pull off

an attack of this
magnitude and complexity

in such little time?

15th of shaban is

only 2 days away.

Darwyn, you are using
the wrong calendar.

The traditional ulama
calculates Islamic dates

based on the moon sighting over Mecca.

According to the Saudi calendar,
the 15th of shaban is tomorrow.

In a few short hours...

In a few short hours,

the sun will rise,

and we will enter paradise.