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Previously on "Sleeper Cell"...

I'm putting together a team of holy warriors.

These are text-message capable.

When you get the call, each of you will know what to do.

You got any idea what they're planning?

No.

My bet is the only one who knows the plan is Farik.

Coming home from work. I just thought I'd,

uh, come by and say hello.

I got a surprise for you.

Darwyn!

How am I supposed to relax...

- they're following us, bro? - Fucking relax, Tommy!

- We got to tell Farik about this. - No.

You saw what happened to Bobby, right?

One of us is a traitor.

All he did was make one mistake.

This, gentlemen,

is weapons-grade anthrax.

It's the West Side plaza, this Friday.

Are you sure?

It's got to be.

Farik's had all of us doing recon,

and Friday's the busiest night of the week.

It's not Friday. It's tonight.

What the fuck are you doing?

Relax. It's a harmless stand-in.

It's used a biological tracer for anthrax.

It's a fucking rehearsal, a run-through.

You know, you stand me up, fine, but don't ever stand up my kid.

Do you want to know what happened to Bobby Habib?

I poisoned the case, Ray.

I'm sorry.

I have complete confidence in our U. C., sir.

And I don't believe for a moment

that special agent al-Sayeed had any real choice in the matter.

No choice?

No, sir, none at all.

You know that for a fact, Ray?

Because this file tells me you have

no way of knowing what really happened out there...

since your surveillance plan for the multiple targets

and your coverage plan for your own agent

suffered simultaneous catastrophic failure.

If he had no choice, why did he wait so long to tell us?

It was a highly fluid situation.

Right. Right, right. As in,

he had a highly fluid debate with himself

as to whether or not he should come clean, right?

But he did come clean, Edgar.

I mean, let's not forget the victim was a non-privileged belligerent

acting to further a terrorist plot. And right now,

cause of death at this time remains inconclusive.

It's gonna stay that way till we retrieve the body.

And then what?

You're hoping forensics will get your guy off the hook?

Maybe we find out

that Bobby Habib wasn't killed by special

agent al-Sayeed's gunshots, okay?

Maybe we determine that cause of death is

blunt-force trauma from the preliminary stoning.

Or... or that the results remain inconclusive, okay?

But even if...

even if forensics go against us, Edgar, come on.

What did our guy really do...

except put Bobby Habib out of his misery?

And I'm gonna need somebody to put me out of my misery

when I present this to the deputy director.

Main justice has a little problem

with agents committing homicide.

Wake up, Ray.

There's no way this case survives.

Well,

I know this sounds presumptuous,

but I would like the chance to help prove you wrong.

Do you want blue on this hand?

Yes.

Give me five minutes.

What are you doing here?

I...

if you're looking for a manicure, I'm all booked up for the day.

Look, I just want to know if we could talk, all right?

And I got... I got a couple of things for Marcus... you know,

some "yu-gi-oh!" Cards, an action figure.

And you don't even have to tell him they're from me.

I got a gift receipt, so you can take them back if he doesn't like it.

Thank you, but...

all right, Gayle, I'm really sorry about the other night.

I-I didn't mean to stand you up,

and I really,

really didn't mean to stand up your boy.

Yeah, well, you know, you said yourself,

your life's complicated right now, whatever that means.

Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I mean,

ex-con, single mom...

it's not exactly a winning combo.

Yeah, maybe it is a mistake, but it's one I'm willing to make.

Why?

Why, Darwyn?

Can I make it up to you, Gayle?

Can I make it up to Marcus?

Okay?

How are you gonna do that?

I'll think of something.

I promise.

It's work.

Call in sick.

I can't. I'll lose my job.

You can get a better job.

I'm an ex-con, remember?

Right, yeah.

- Look, we're gonna - you know what?

I got to get back to work. I got a customer.

Look, Gayle, I'm gonna take you...

I'll take you out real soon, okay? We'll do something special.

Oh, something special, really?

Yes. I mean it. I mean it.

Thanks for the toys.

Marcus will love it and forgive you, but me...

I've been through too much to cave in that easily.

You're a nice guy. I like you.

But toys are for kids.

Tommy, find the football game.

I think France is playing Brazil.

If this is gonna be our regular hideout, we need to get Tivo.

What?

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

Tommy, raise the volume on the TV.

What's going on?

Something's come up...

a problem that needs seeing to.

What kind of problem?

Personnel?

No. A supply problem.

Operations don't proceed on their own accord.

They require resources.

They require funding.

Waging holy war on American soil is extremely cost-effective, but

it isn't free.

9-11 cost nearly half a million dollars.

Unfortunately, the primary source of funding for our little operation here

has hit a snag.

And I'm gonna have to unsnag it.

Son of a bitch.

Can he see us?

Where does our money come from?

Come on. Come on, Tommy, man.

Don't you read the papers?

All of our charitable contributions are being shut down...

donations of the faithful frozen at the source.

So most of our funding comes from the wages of sin.

- What are you talking about, man? - Poetic justice.

Using the appetite of your enemy

to raise the funds you need to wage war against him.

Am I right?

In our case, from the sales of guns,

afghan heroin,

bootleg CDs and DVDs... all brought in through Mexico.

Unfortunately, the brother who was in charge

of protecting those interests of ours

has died in a traffic accident in Tijuana.

And now for some reason, the money has dried up.

No money...

no youmud din.

Judgment day.

I'm driving down tomorrow. I'm gonna need backup.

Yo hablo espanol, bastante bien.

I speak decent Spanish.

Yo tambi�n.

Me too.

All right. It's settled, then.

Tommy, Ilija, lay low. Blend in.

Nothing that would attract attention from the authorities.

Have a big mac. Go watch a movie in your multiplex cinemas.

Just spend the weekend like a couple of average Americans.

No problem, dude.

I don't want to start trouble or anything, but

aren't you on parole?

I don't think you are supposed to do international travel.

Leave that to me.

Now, you just be ready tomorrow morning at 5:00 A.

M. For me to pick you up from your place...

you, too.

If I'm not there by 8:00, it means the plans have changed,

and you should go about your regular business.

You got some other problem, man?

5:00 too early for you to get your lazy frog ass up out of bed?

Hasta manana, jefe.

5:00 A.M.

We have to go through San Diego to get to Mexico, right?

That means we'll pass legoland.

You want to take out legoland?

No. No way, man.

I used to love legos when I was a kid.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, G.I. Joe...

G.I. Joe kicks legos' ass.

G.I. Joe is the mortal fucking enemy of Islam, smartass.

No, G.I. Joe is a 12-inch-tall piece of plastic, dumb-ass.

Would you stop it,

both of you?

Sad enough you grew up wasting your time with that junk.

Don't make things worse reminiscing about it.

What did you play with when you were a kid...

AK-47s,

RPGs?

Horses.

Horses?

Wow. That sounds kind of cool, man.

Tell us more.

If I did that, then I'd have to kill you,

and then who would back me up in Mexico?

Pull over at the next gas station.

You want something?

Uh, yeah. Let me get a...

let me get a water.

You got me?

That's him.

You are on the GPS.

I almost forgot...

your non-ex-con I.D.

Chances are you won't need it, but there's

no such thing as being too careful.

Nice job, man... looks real.

"Darwyn Taylor"...

You couldn't think of something a bit more original?

If you want to maintain a false identity,

it's best to create one as close as possible to who you really are.

No shit?

- Thanks for the advice. - Yeah.

Look, we all agree these assholes should go away for a very long time.

The question is, are we able to put them away

after your agent cooperated with them in committing assault with intent to kill

and then went one better by actually committing murder?

That's if it turns out his bullets were, in fact, the cause of death.

And even then,

it'll be our strenuous argument that it was not murder.

Really?

Then what was it, Gary?

Justifiable homicide.

On what grounds?

On the grounds of national security.

You're serious?

Damn right I am.

That's the part that I'm having some real trouble with, Bob.

You know, I'd just like to remind everyone that

our U.C., in doing what he did to maintain his cover,

is what enabled us

to uncover extensive operational details in the anthrax plot.

And we feel that further surveillance and exploitation of these subjects...

is gonna lead us to the next step up in the terrorist hierarchy,

possibly other compartmentalized cells.

Only human intelligence could have gotten us this far, Randall,

and it can still get us further.

You all know I'm not with the FBI or the department of justice.

I'm with the national security council, representing the president.

Now, assuming for the moment that the department of justice

were to sign off on a declination of prosecution for your undercover agent,

you're saying that you want to keep him out in the field?

That's exactly what we want to do.

Then the question that I have for you

and the question the president would have is this...

when the relative of your bad guy's next victim looks you in the eye and says,

"you knew these people had already killed someone...

"one of their own, no less...

"and yet you left them out on the street,

where they went on to kill my loved one,"

What will your response be?

The truth, ma'am.

"I'm very sorry for your loss.

"But this action may have enabled us to prevent

"thousands of other Americans from asking that same question."

Border's coming up.

Not a problem. Relax.

Getting out of the U.S. is easy.

Getting back in is the tricky part.

If we do get pulled over, just stick to the truth.

We're three friends who know each other from our bowling team,

on our way to my bachelor party.

Perfect.

The one American custom I actually admire.

They didn't have any bachelor parties in France?

Nope.

Man, when I think about all the blond strippers

with big fake tits I missed out on...

Did you ever cheat on that Moroccan wife of yours?

Of course not.

I'd never treat a god-fearing Muslim woman that way.

Excuse me.

- How can I help you, ma'am? - Hi.

I'm looking for Darwyn. He usually works at the checkout.

He's off this week. I think he'll be in on Saturday.

Off... you mean he just called in sick?

No, no. He asked for the time off.

Do you want me to leave him a message or something?

No. Uh,

no message.

- Thanks for your help. - Okay.

Por all�.

This is brother Ziad.

He's our accountant down here.

My soldiers, Ziad... they are both dedicated

and educated.

Please forgive me, my friend, all right?

But I have been under inordinate pressure.

The money problems.

Oh, no, it's not the money driving me crazy.

It's Jaleel's damn horses.

Look, I know numbers and balance sheets, but horses?

I just want to sell them all and put the money to our operation.

But I can't trust any of these kafirs regarding their true value.

From what I can tell,

I'd say make sure you get at least

$1,700 U.S. for the colts,

$2,400 for the fillies...

and look at that.

Oh, at least $6,000 for the stallion.

Look at him.

He's exceptional...

a leader.

Who exactly is this undercover agent of yours, anyway?

Obviously, we can't reveal his name, but

as you can see from his personnel file, he's an outstanding agent

with an elite military background, solid academic record,

excellent training scores, and an airtight psychological profile.

It says here he's a practicing Muslim?

Yes, ma'am, he is,

born and raised.

As the director special assistant for counter terrorism,

I feel I should mention

that, whatever his name may be,

we don't have many like him.

What's your point, Alim?

My point is,

right now, this is the only active penetration of an Islamic terror cell

ongoing in the U.S.

We should make the most of it.

Is it true that Jaleel died because he forgot to fasten his seat belt?

It's true.

He survived almost 20 years of jihad in Afghanistan, Chechnya,

under constant fire from tank, helicopter.

Then he gets killed by a truckload of chickens.

But I bet he remembered to put his Rai CD in his stereo.

It was going full blast at the scene of the accident.

He was a dependable commander

and god-fearing mujahid,

but he just couldn't give up his Algerian pop music.

Brother Jaleel was operational commander here,

but first and foremost, he was my collector.

The locals... they respect him. They fear him.

But since he died, the Mexican crew we're dealing with...

they want a bigger piece of the pie,

or they refuse to pay one peso until they see it.

Fucking infidels.

Now that we're here, that's all going to change.

I'm sure it will.

So, how can I help you?

Well, my ride got ripped off, and cash is a little tight right now.

Oh, no problem, my friend. I have just the car for you.

Right this way.

1987 dodge shadow with leather interior,

new brake pads, a new transmission, only 75,000 miles on it.

You can drive it off the lot for $2,500.

What about that one?

The mustang?

Nice, but a little more, uh, pricey.

How pricey?

$8,000 pricey.

You know, there is a reason I brought my business here to you.

You might not know this to look at me, but we have something in common.

Really?

Salaam alaikum, brother.

I pray at the masjid, don't eat pork, fast during Ramadan.

I'm thinking seriously of making the holy pilgrimage to Mecca.

Of course, you know the hadith that says Muslims are all one body,

so if one member of the body

feels pain, their fellow members should come to their aid.

So what do you say? I...

I'm hurting, brother. Can you help me out?

I say $8,000... brother.

Okay, no problem. Ortiz will be expecting us, huh?

- Good look for you. - What? What?

Working for T.J., Huh? You like it?

Love it.

Con permiso, con permiso.

Felix, �qu� pasa, amigo?

You.

Welcome to T.J.

- Felix Ortiz. - Faris al-Farik.

Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

Hey, we have something in common. We are the "f" men.

Do you bet?

I'm not a betting man.

Gambling, like alcohol, is strictly forbidden by my faith.

Oh, what a pity. Number 6

is a fast little bitch.

You could make some extra money for your cause.

The prophet... peace be upon him...

said that an angel would never enter a house where a dog resides.

The prophet?

What did your prophet have against dogs?

Maybe he just didn't like fleas.

Me... I love dogs. Unlike people,

they are so loyal.

Well, then, we can agree on one thing...

the disloyalty of man.

I want my money.

You mean our money.

I want you to resume payments in accordance with our standing agreement.

We have taken over 95% of the European

heroin market and are making a strong push into the U.S. via your little

transit operation here,

the success of which will be good for all our futures.

My people control the smuggling routes

that are bringing most of the heroin to you,

and are starting to bring in weapons, as well,

at great risk from the Colombians.

Yeah, but we provide the manpower

and the woman powen.

And my risk is not limited to the Colombians.

It's leveraged all over the border, with the local cultivators and traffickers.

Tell me, Felix, what is the life expectancy of your dogs?

With proper care,

15 years.

Then I suggest you consider taking proper care of yourself

and your organization.

Relax, my friend. Relax.

All I'm suggesting is a little renegotiation.

We're both reasonable men.

Hey, let's take a break, all right?

A little siesta and meet for a late supper.

We'll run the numbers and settle this thing.

Tonight, then.

Excellent.

You and your friends will be my guests.

Let's say 9:30 at the plaza Rio on the south side of town.

I'll make sure they don't serve us any pork.

See, but the thing is,

"f" man,

I don't like ambushes.

So you should feel very comfortable allowing

me to call you later with a time and a place.

Good luck with your bitches.

Hmm, that's a great one.

Pete Rock and CL Smooth.

"Mecca & the soul brother"... there's also a "best of"...

which is cool, too.

Thanks for the recommendation.

Just doing my job.

Do you like new tracks, too, or just the classics?

I haven't really been able to keep up with the latest music.

There's too many other things going on in my life right now.

But sometimes, I like to go back, you know,

to a different time.

I feel you.

Do the humpty dance.

Yeah, you know me. I'm down with O.P.P.

"Other people's property"... naughty by nature... 1991.

That's what "O.P.P." Stands for?

Wow. I never knew...

until now.

Consider it a public service.

Well, I'm gonna get this.

Oh, you're gonna love it, too.

You know what? I'm checking out this party tonight.

Gonna be some cool DJs that are playing some new stuff.

You might want to check it out.

Bring yourself up to date.

I'm Carli, by the way.

Thanks, Carli.

My name is Steve.

I probably won't be able to make it, but thank you, anyway.

Can't blame a girl for trying...

Steve.

I didn't know the border actually went into the ocean.

You built this wall to keep the Mexicans from coming over

to do all the work you Americans refuse to do for yourselves,

like the French with the Algerians.

You pay them shit to do all your shit work.

You treat them like shit, too,

but millions of them come, anyway...

Algerians to France,

Mexicans to the USA.

And what do they really get in the end?

Corrupted and polluted by this shit hole we call "civilization."

You know...

there are probably thousands of illegal Mexican

fish trying to swim across right now, man.

You ever been to Mexico before?

No.

Always wanted to, though.

You know, I served one year as a conscript in the French army.

As a kid,

I always had a dream to join la l�gion �trang�re,

the foreign legion.

Those are some tough bastards.

Yeah.

What does that have to do with Mexico, man?

They fought the most famous battle here in 1863,

in a town called Camerone...

65 legionnaires and 2,000 cholos.

Who won?

The Mexicans, of course.

But it was a glorious way to die.

I checked the map. I think

Camerone is only two days' drive from here.

Maybe Farik will let you go check it out before we go back to L.A.

It's not happening, man.

Why not?

The French foreign legion got

famous killing Muslims in Algeria for more than 100 years.

That's why not.

Leave me alone.

Lynne.

Mom, it's me, Tommy.

Yeah. Yeah, well, it's been kind of a...

I'm calling from a pay phone. That's why you didn't recognize the...

number.

I know. I know. We have a huge amount of catching up to do.

I actually can't really talk right now because I'm...

well, I have to get back to work, but...

The thing is, I need to borrow some money.

About $8,000.

Felix says hello.

You like?

Felix sent me.

How old do you want me to be?

How old are you, really?

You're hurting me!

Sorry.

Look, can't we just talk first?

Okay.

No.

Felix says "no charge."

Keep it.

I'm 15...

well, actually, almost 15. I'll be 15 in October.

What's your name?

Magdelena.

What's yours?

Darwyn.

Darwyn.

You from around here?

Veracruz.

How did you, uh,

how did you meet Felix?

I was on my way home from school.

I got jumped, thrown into a car.

They threatened to kill my family if I didn't do what they say.

Usually, they just keep me here in T.J.s.

It's easy access to San Diego or Los Angeles.

Felix charges much more for me up there.

Are there any more like you...

any more kids?

Plenty.

Boys, girls,

whatever you're into.

Actually, I'm one of the oldest.

You want to fuck now?

What's that?

This?

It's to ward off bad energy and evil.

Look, I can't stay here all day.

I've got other appointments, too.

Do you want me to... suck you off or something?

No.

No, I...

I'm too tired, Magdelena.

Suit yourself. Americans are weird.

Listen, the, um,

the money that I gave you...

don't give any of it to your boss, okay?

You tell him I was asleep when you got here.

Keep it for yourself and...

hide it someplace where he can't find it. You understand?

That's so stupid.

If I do that, he'll find out and kill me...

kill my family, too.

- Yeah? - Darwyn

- Felix sent you a girl? - Yeah.

Yeah, he sent me one, too.

Listen, I don't trust him or his little whores.

So you follow her, keep track of where she goes,

and keep an eye out for Felix and his men. You got it?

Got it.

You see something you like?

You in charge here?

You didn't like Felix's choice, huh?

You want something younger?

No, es tuyo.

I understand.

You get caught doing this on the other side

of the border, you have a lot to lose.

But here, no problem.

So, how much can I really get away with?

These aren't American kids. They're untraceable.

If the price is right, you can do whatever you want to them.

Okay.

Felix know how young your...

goods are?

Of course he knows. That's where the money is.

Besides, Felix says we're providing a public service.

We keep Americans from abusing their own children.

Do you have a son...

daughter?

It's none of your business.

These are fucking kids, man.

What's the phrase you like to use... promote virtue

and prevent vice?

How do you justify taking money from this?

I justify anything that will further our cause.

Besides, why should I care about anybody in this country?

Farik...

this is not Islam.

It's not.

They're infidels.

They're children.

Look,

this asshole Felix...

he's a threat to our entire mission.

Our funding gets cut if he gets his way.

And when does it stop? You let him take a bigger percentage now, what next?

You said it yourself...

waging holy war is cost-effective.

It's not free.

We need to make a statement with these guys!

We need to teach them what happens when they mess with the base.

How'd it go?

Like shit.

At least they heard us out.

I guess that's good news.

Edgar got the call just after we landed.

How are the kids?

Nate pitched three innings in little league,

got two strikeouts.

Skylar has decided that he wants to be president of the United States...

or a scuba diver.

So, what's next?

Well, the directive is to shut down the case immediately.

My bet is that the...

OPR is gonna launch an investigation on Monday.

Office of Professional Responsibility?

That's right.

- Can't have been a surprise. - No.

Come to bed?

You're early.

Is that a problem?

No, not for me.

So, did you all enjoy your day in T.J.?

And more importantly,

did you have time to think over our business arrangement?

Let's see how reasonable you are.

Give me a number.

No, the numbers stay the same.

We just reverse them.

From now on, I take 75%,

and you get the remaining 25%.

It's a fair deal, considering I'm doing business with a bunch of terrorists.

The Americans want you, and the federales

want to make points with the Americans,

so they're looking for you.

Plus, there's Russian mafia all over Mexico, and they hate you guys

the way you hate the Jews.

I'm taking a big risk.

I want to get what's due me.

Hey, cerveza para todos.

Cerveza.

S�, s�.

Cerveza.

Congratulations.

You're the man who just drove me to drink.

Hey, Felix, I know you like dogs, huh?

How do you feel about horses?

Farik!

�Quieres que me asegure que este muerto?

You wanted to make sure he's dead.

I know he's dead.

What's your name?

�C�mo te llamas?

Horacio.

Horacio...

I don't have a problem with you and your people, just him.

No tengo problemas contigo ni con tus socios, s�lo con �l.

Now, I'm gonna authorize an increase in the cut that you people take,

from 25% to 30%.

Voy a autorizar un aumento en su porcentaje de las ganancias

de 25% a 30%.

Bien.

But the only way that you and your compadres are going to live to see it...

pero la �nica forma de que t� y tu gente van a disfrutar de eso...

is if you take me to my money now.

Es si me llevas a mi plata ahora.

�Entiendes?

Deposit it into one of our accounts and resume the transfers.

I will.

After all this, we don't get to take the money back ourselves?

No, it's too risky.

We can't cross the border with all that cash.

Paypal is much safer.

You're a smart hombre, Horacio,

smart enough so that now you're in charge of this operation.

Now, the drugs, the DVDs, the CDs, the guns... they all continue as before...

the prostitution, too.

But no more kids...

no mas ninos.

And when we leave here,

you're gonna call the polic�a with an anonymous tip.

Do you understand?

I understand, patr�n.

Warren, check this out.

Son of a bitch.

Hey! I'm an American!

You saved my life last night.

Thank you.

Don't mention it, man.

Just so we're clear,

my blood debt to you is paid.

That's the only reason I had the police help those kids.

Let's go.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, officer... Coburn.

How long were you in Mexico?

Just overnight, for my bachelor party.

Ah, congratulations, or should I say, my sympathies?

How many occupants in the vehicle tonight?

Uh, three.

- Can I see some I.D.? - Sure.

There you go.

All right. Could you gentlemen just pull forward,

up and to the right, to the area marked "secondary inspection"?

Sure.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

What are you doing here, Ray?

Why'd you stop us?

To arrest you,

all of you.

The word came down from the D.O.J. yesterday to roll up the cell.

But that was yesterday.

10 minutes ago,

I got off the phone with signals intelligence.

And the guys in communications over there, they intercepted a call

to your boy Farik on an inmarsat satellite phone.

And that phone had only been used once before,

during the Madrid train bombings.

But more importantly,

that same sat phone...

they were able to trace calls

to both New York City and Washington, D.C.

Two more cells.

Well, we haven't I.D.'d the receivers yet,

but New York and D.C. field offices, along

with the joint terrorism task force,

are all over this.

This is big, man...

I mean,

maybe bigger than we thought.

So... we're back on,

full-court press.

This guy calls himself Ziad.

He's a major player on the money side,

top accountant in Mexico at least, maybe all of Latin America.

Make sure you get a copy of that fake I. D. That Farik gave me, okay?

Run it to ground.

All right.

From the looks of it, he's got somebody at L.A. DMV,

maybe a...

maybe somebody on payroll, maybe a sympathizer.

Okay. Consider it done.

- Hey, Ray. - Yeah?

If they hadn't gotten that intercept, would they really have shut us down?

To cover their collective asses?

In a New York fucking minute.

Fucking border patrol...

they didn't suspect a thing.

They say Angelinos have seen it all...

riots, wildfires,

earthquakes, mudslides.

Wait till they see us.

Wait till they do, indeed.