All language subtitles for Sleeper Cell - S01 E10 - Youmad Din aka Judgment Day (720p WEB-DL)-eng

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.

If we spend our time going over
what's led us to this point,

we're not gonna have the time we
need to make an intelligent decision

regarding where we go from here.

Where we go from here?
Are you kidding me, Frances?

Where the hell do you
think we're gonna go?

We're gonna call the mayor of Los
Angeles and his police chief...

With all due respect to the department of
homeland security, we should not be doing that.

Not until we have no choice,

not until the very last possible moment.
Because every moment up until then

is a chance for us to find out what the
hell is really going on up in New York

and right here in D. C.

You want to risk thousands,

maybe tens of thousands of lives for
a grand prize that may not even exist?

We have to alert the
mayor and the governor.

And after you talk to
Villaraigosa and Arnold.

What are you gonna tell the mayors and
the governors of New York and D. C.?

That Los Angeles is more
important than their cities?

That we're willing to leverage their
populations in exchange for L. A. 's?

Think about the east
african embassies,

september 11th,

Madrid,

the London underground. These people
always use multiple coordinated attacks.

And you're forgetting
something of vital importance.

We have details of the L. A.
attack plan, including the date.

And we still have more time.

Your undercover...

what's the latest information he's given
you regarding these upcoming attacks?

We don't have any
more intel, ma'am...

not yet.

Why not?

I'm afraid we haven't had any contact
with our U. C. for the last 24 hours.

Farik.

I don't mean to interrupt.
But, uh,

everything's ready.

Today's the day.

You know,
as september 11th was approaching,

I was debating with myself

as to where I would be of most use
to God's cause in the aftermath...

Karachi or Riyadh.

In Karachi, I would help our brothers
overthrow the american puppet regime

and put the hand
of the faithful

on a nuclear trigger.

And Riyadh?

In Riyadh, I would help my

old friends and neighbors drag
the royal family onto the streets,

where they would receive
the justice they deserve

and consequently gain control
of half of the oil on earth.

So, where'd you end up?

Doesn't matter.

There was no history
made in either place.

It turns out, the spectacle of

19 faithful brothers

slaughtering 3,
000 crusader enemies

the greatest attack on american
soil in modern times...

it wasn't enough to put steel into
the spine of our muslim nation.

Let's hope that the spectacle

of 20 or so faithful brothers slaughtering
150, 000 baseball-loving infidels

will do the trick.

Yeah, let's hope.

Come on.

- So, when do we get our orders?
- When the time comes.

All right, I need your pagers, your
cellphones, your calling cards...

everything, right here.

Salaam alaikum.

If you are watching this now,

it is because I and
my fellow mujahideen

have successfully struck another
blow against american arrogance,

tyranny, conceit, and greed.

For the past few months, my brothers
and I have fought side by side

to deliver a blow to the heart
of america on its home front.

As we strike a blow in the
battle to end unjust humiliation,

subjugation, and devasta...

I dedicate my
sacrifice to Allah

and the freedom of
muslims everywhere

from their oppressors

and to the memory of my family,
whose unjust deaths

will finally be balanced on
the scales of universal justice.

I want to thank...

my family, my mom and dad, for

failing so miserably as parents
that I was forced to escape

the coddled
mediocrity of america

and find a noble and spiritual
purpose as a holy soldier of God.

You know what? Boring.
What I want to say?

In english.

"Fuck you.

Fuck all of you. "

Today,
my actions are a message to muslims

here in the United States
and all over the world.

My fight is your fight.

And together, we must stand strong.

And to my muslim
brothers who don't

understand my actions...

everything I've done...

and everything I'm about
to do, I do for Islam.

Cut.

That's a wrap.

This is gonna require
a principals' meeting.

And, like it or not, we're gonna
have to bring FEMA in on this

to start the
consequence-management ball rolling

to prepare for the
worst-case scenario.

Along those same lines,

I've asked professor Davis

from our national biological and chemical
threat assessment center to join us

so we can at least have a primer
on what we might be dealing with.

Professor?

Well... it isn't good.

Uh, if this report is accurate

a-and there really are 10,
000 gallons of liquid phosgene

wired to detonate with the
amount of explosives listed,

depending on the exact
nature of the target

and the number of
people located there

and the population
density downwind

as well as the wind speed and wind
direction at the time of detonation,

y-y-you could be looking
at 10, 000 casualties.

With, uh, several thousand
dead in the first 24 hours.

Perhaps many, many more.

Hey, babe, are you
excited about the game?

- Go, team!
- Go, team!

I think we got some awesome seats.

Maybe we'll catch a foul ball, huh?

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Agent Serxner?

Any word from D. C.?

Nothing yet, but

I thought I should wake you.

No luck on those numbers
Farik was dialing.

He wasn't on the phone long enough to
geolocate the other side of either conversation.

And still no word from al-Sayeed.

Probably nothing new.
Otherwise he would've contacted us.

Or he can't get clear.

It's been over a day.

What's the matter, Tommy?

Jealous because you don't get
to dress up like a fireman?

Asshole.

When CNN gets this tape,

our faces will be broadcast to the
world for all our muslim brothers to see.

Ilija.

Your ticket.

How are we doing getting
a hard-line camera into the warehouse?

It's risky, but we're
giving it a shot.

Got a ghost team
working on it right now.

You know,

in the year 627, prophet Muhammad
sallallahu alayhi wasallam

was facing a pivotal moment

where the future of Islam
itself would be determined.

Meccan pagans

were gathering a force of 10, 000
men to attack the holy city of Medina

with the intent of
destroying Islam forever.

Our people were
outnumbered three to one,

and it seemed as though
there was no hope.

But one muslim,

a persian convert by the name of Salman,
was able to think outside the box.

He persuaded the prophet
sallallahu alayhi wasallam to dig

a trench around
the city of Medina

with the intent of blocking
the enemy's attack.

That was never
heard of before then

a totally new tactic.

The meccans...

eventually returned home in defeat.

This is the ultimate
example of how our people,

outnumbered,
facing impossible odds,

were able to use
their ingenuity...

to defeat the unbelievers.

And history...

is going to repeat
itself... today.

- What the hell was that?
- Son of a bitch.

What the fuck was that?

That was the sound of
our trench being dug.

It's the paint factory
down the street.

Jesus. Look at that.

That's gonna be
a ton of toxic smoke.

God damn it.

This place is gonna be swarming with fire
department, LAPD, hazmat... you name it.

What should we do, sir?

Dial 911. And, everybody
else, keep your eyes open.

That's it! Let's
go! We got to move!

The tactical team isn't here. We still
haven't got the okay from Washington yet.

It's a decoy, the
whole goddamn thing.

They customized that truck to look like
an LAFD mobile emergency command vehicle.

Now, let's go!

All right, go. Go,
go, go, go, go!

Get a tactical team down
here right now. Call LAPD.

All LAPD units, Los Angeles sheriff's department,
and California highway patrol, respond...

Use extreme caution. The occupants
are armed and extremely dangerous.

Priority 1 dispatch.

All units,
be on the lookout for a Los Angeles

fire department emergency
response command vehicle.

Use extreme caution.

All available LAPD units and central bureau,
converge on Hoover and 16th immediately.

Fuck!

So, this explosion draws first responders
police and fire department, huh?

Away from the stadium while we

execute our attack.

When the call comes in for help,
we'll be the first on the scene.

Edgar. Hope you're going
to give me some good news.

What?

Coordinate with the locals
and keep me informed.

What is it?

Afraid we don't need the president
to weigh in on a decision anymore.

Why not?

They drove out of the building
and off our surveillance radar

under cover of an explosion and
a three-alarm fire at a factory down the street.

Frances...

you have to brief the
president right now.

That's why we got no GPS
signal from Darwyn's phone.

It's in there.

It's not so bad, is it?

To die for something you believe in?

I wouldn't know.
I've never died before.

I know you think I'm a loser, Ilija.

But today...

I'm gonna prove
myself to you...

and to everyone.

Special delivery.

Au revoir...

you french fuck.

Have a nice day...

american pussy.

On september 11th, I remember
thinking the world had changed.

The war had begun, and I knew then that
the future of Islam lay in the balance,

so I had to choose what kind
of muslim I was gonna be.

Was I gonna sit back
and watch events unfold

or was i gonna take action

destroy those who wanted
to destroy my faith?

The holy Qu'ran says,

"those who believe
fight in the way of God

and those who disbelieve
fight in the way of satan. "

"So fight against
the friends of satan. "

And that's what I've done.

That's what I'm doing...

today.

It's game 3 in the
dodgers versus the reds.

Tickets are now on sale for the
doubleheader next week against the padres.

It's okay. You can go.

Come on, sweetie,
let's go find our seats.

Right here.

Excuse us. Thank you.

I'm sitting here.

I know you are.
Ready to catch a ball?

Hey, look at the field.
Look how big it is.

Yay, dodgers! Yay, dodgers!

Playing third...

When is the game gonna start?

In the outfield, Dante Cruz,
Ryan Werth, and Tony Valentin.

Please rise for Alexa Melo
singing the national anthem.

Sweetie, put your handright there.
Yeah, right there.

Roger that, dispatch.
This truck is clear.

Any luck?

No, not yet.

Every cop in the city is
looking for that vehicle,

but L. A. is
a big fuckin' place.

Sir? Ma'am? Over here.

What's that?

It's a Qu'ran.

Jesus. It's from Darwyn.

It's a dodger game.

Field teams, with me!

I need an interagency conference
call set up immediately.

I need the word put out overall
emergency frequencies, LAPD, S. W. A. T.,

and as many field agents as we can spare
to converge on Dodger stadium immediately.

We need to set in motion the cancellation
of the Washington national game

and either the yankees or the
mets, whos ever playing today.

Just cancel every goddamn
game in this country!

Alert stadium security. Get them
pictures of the cell members now.

Chopper 13 en route
to Dodger stadium.

Come on, move it!

Hey, buddy, get to the right!
Come on!

Get out of the way!

Go around him! What,
are you stupid?!

Ketchup or mustard, baby?

Ketchup.

- You want a drink?
- Smoothie.

- You want chips?
- Okay.

Okay.

You excited about the game?

Yeah.
I really like the Dodgers.

Marcus!

Marcus!

Get out of here!

Marcus!

Sir?

There was an explosion at
the stadium, it caused a fire.

That's it. That's
it. That's the plan.

Fire at the stadium,
who do they call?

The fire department.

And who shows up?

Farik.

All guests, please evacuate onto
the field safely and slowly.

Everyone, please stay calm.

People, please stay calm.

Please proceed...

Hello?

It's a... wrong number.

Marcus!

Marcus!

Marcus!

Don't panic, everyone.

All guests, please evacuate onto
the field safely and calmly.

Everyone, please stay calm.

People, please stay calm.

Sir, we are following
our emergency protocol.

I'm telling you to adjust the protocol
and get those fans off the field.

Nobody fires till I say so.

One stray bullet hits
those phosgene barrels,

we are in a world of shit.

Christian, pull over here.
This is where you guys get out.

Tommy and Ilija,

they're blocking the western approach,
you guys will take the eastern approach.

Do not allow yourself
to be captured.

You kill as many of those crusader
motherfuckers as possible.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Allah akbar.

This is awesome, man. We can
hold off an army with this shit.

Fucking infidels!

- What's your problem?
- It's over.

Let go.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm FBI.

What?!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Move out of the way!

Stop it!

- It's over.
- Fuck you!

You were one of us!

No. It's over.

Fucking traitor!

No.

You're the traitor.

Target vehicle is traveling east
along the stadium access road.

He's going for the center-field
gates! Go, go, go, go!

He's headed for the
center-field gates!

Go, go, go, go!

- Darwyn, you all right?
- I'm all right.

Turn off that truck!

We have you surrounded!
Come out with your hands up!

Ilaha illa Allah.

Ilaha illa Allah!

No! N-o-o-o-o!

Show your hands and
exit the vehicle!

Move!

Stop running, or I shoot!

No!

Give me your phone.

- Yeah?
- We get him?

Yeah, we got him.

I think he hit the detonator,
but the truck didn't blow.

I slipped the batteries out of the
detonator this morning back at the warehouse.

Listen, Farik's got his sat phone on
him right now. It's in his shirt pocket.

He traded calls with the
other two cells this morning.

I'm on it.

He's got a sat phone in his pocket.
Check his pockets for a sat phone.

Take it to signal intelligence now.

I guess the crash loosened
the wiring on your C4.

You are fucked, Saad.

My name is Yossi Amran.

I'm gonna need a doctor...

And a lawyer.

Radical islamic terrorists...

Breaking news from Dodger stadium. There
has been a major incident at today's game.

Further reports
have not yet...

Police and FBI officials won't confirm reports
of a failed attack at Dodger stadium today,

but sources say it appears
a terrorist cell may be responsible.

Put your hands up and
come out of the vehicle!

Here's the satellite phone!

Downloading sim card.

Obtaining call history.

Shipping call history to NSA.

They've got the numbers.

They're attempting to
geolocate last contacts.

Put your hands up
and exit the vehicle!

Lynne, it's me -- Tommy.

No, no, I'm not calling
to ask for more money. I...

no, I just, um

I was just wondering
how your day was going.

Move slowly and exit the vehicle!

Yeah? Good.

Have you, uh...

Have you seen dad?

Yeah, I know.

Well, look, when you
see him, just tell him

tell him I said hi.

Come out of the vehicle
with your hands in the air!

I'm sorry, Lynne, I...

Shit.

I got to go.

I just wanted to...

I just wanted to say that...

Put your hands up
and exit the vehicle!

Keep listening, mom. There's
something I want you to hear.

There's something
I want you to hear.

Thomas?

Thomas! What's happening?!

Thomas?

Thomas, are you there? Can
you hear me? What's happening?!

Thomas!

Police! Freeze!

Put your hands on your head!

Don't fuckin' move!

Anyone who needs medical assistance,
there are ambulances in the parking lot

directly outside the stadium gates.

Ladies and gentlemen,
everything is under control.

Excuse me.

How you doin'?

I don't know.

Where's Farik?

I took out his kneecap.

Figured he was worth
more to us alive.

There are two other cells.

The sat phone worked.

We got New York, but
someone tipped off D. C.

But, you know, the main thing is, the
attacks were stopped, all three of them.

Yeah.

I think this is yours.

That was a smart move.

Just glad you caught it.

We did it.

You did it.

Hey, buddy, can you tell us
what your mommy looks like?

Hang on.

Hey. Marcus.

Darwyn!

I told you this before. He's got brown hair,
and he's wearing a baseball cap. He's...

I don't know, he's like --

he's got green eyes, and he's
wearing a hawaiian shirt.

I just turned around, there was
the explosion, and he wasn't there.

Look, there goes your mommy.
Gayle.

Downtown, an explosion at a paint
factory created a three-alarm fire.

While fire and rescue
workers hurried to the scene,

another explosion
erupted at Dodger stadium.

The standoff between an
armed suspect and police...

Mitchell, you're gonna be able to move forward
with the first significant criminal prosecution

of islamic terrorists
since september 11th.

Excuse me.

There is no way on God's green earth that
anyone involved in this case can go to trial

unless you want to see your undercover
agent facing multiple criminal charges

and watch the bureau be accused of having sat
back and allowed one of their sworn officers

to participate in the commission of multiple
homicides and various other felonies.

What are you saying, Frances?

I'm saying the FBI can take all the
credit for capturing these assholes,

but you'll turn custody of them over to
the department of defense immediately.

They are all going to be detained,
none of them are going to be charged,

and all of this becomes classified.

I'm sorry, but I speak for the
president, and that's how it's gonna be.

Under the laws of war, the terrorist activities
of these men and the direct association

of their leaders with Al Qaeda make
them all nonprivileged belligerents.

For this reason, all those individuals
taken into federal custody yesterday

in Los Angeles and New York city have been
turned over to the department of defense.

Now I would like to introduce special agent
Alim Saleh of the FBI, who will brief you

on the status of the targets
of this investigation.

Agent Saleh?

Several individuals
are still at large.

Target number one's true identity
remains unknown at this time,

but he has been operating
under the name Julio Torres.

Last seen in
Washington, D. C.

He is a middle eastern male,
approximately 40 years of age,

5'10", 165 pounds.

Target number two was last seen
in the city of Los Angeles.

He has, up until now, been operating
under his real name, Ilija Korjenic,

though that is highly
unlikely to still be the case.

He is a white male,

5'11", 170 pounds,

a bosnian citizen, and
speaks with a bosnian accent.

Carli.

Steve?

I was wondering if you might
know a place that I could stay...

just for a little while.

I want to thank... my
family, my mom and dad, for

failing so miserably as
parents that I was forced

to escape the coddled
mediocrity of america and

find a noble and spiritual
purpose as a holy soldier of God.

My name is Lynne Allen Emerson.

I stand here before you

grieving not just for
the death of my son,

but for my country, as well.

Because of the tragic impact

this government's policies
have had on my husband and I,

we will be filing suit
and seeking legal remedies

for our pain and suffering

from the pentagon...

Who wrongfully
persecuted my son...

during his short time
as an american soldier,

and from the white house, where
these horrible policies originated.

Thank you very much.

Think any of this
makes a difference?

You think you won?

You may have won a battle...

but war will go on.

Sami!

Samia!