All language subtitles for Sleeper Cell S01E05 - Soldier

Previously on "Sleeper Cell"...

Who are you?

A friend.

Welcome to the team, brother pangetsu.

I'm sorry. I can't get directly
involved in your operation.

I was expecting you to do a lot more.

- I'm at L.A.X.
- Farik leaving the country?

It's not Farik.

It's an Asian student from USC.

I slipped my cellphone on him so
you can track him with the GPS.

We got a signal.

It's the real thing anthrax.

Now pangetsu is smuggling
in the anthrax in an R.V.,

Which we're going to intercept
before it enters the U.S. border.

How do you expect me
to keep my cover once

Farik finds out this
Eddy guy is caught?

Relax.

We got it all worked out.

I don't understand.

Why didn't you just tell me you're
going away for the weekend?

I don't like to keep reminding you
that you're seeing an ex-con.

You deserve better.

I can't get you out of my head.

- You stole our anthrax?
- No.

And tried to ship it to
your uncle in Indonesia.

Royal Canadian mounted police
have just released this footage

of the anthrax seized at the
Canadian port of Vancouver.

Authorities say the 10 pounds
of deadly bio-weapons agent

was headed to Indonesia's
jihad army in Jakarta.

Although the origin of the
anthrax is not yet clear,

RCMP officials are...

Dude, you should see
the look on your face.

What the hell are you looking at?

Look at this. This is great for us.

People freak out when these
idiots do this stuff.

"Anthrax plot" is our ticket to a
jump in sales of security systems.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

So, who is she?

Is it is it Dana in accounting?

Man, the tits on that one
Jesus, man, she it's Jill!

It's Jill, isn't it?

I'm sorry, Ted, but
if I tell you I know.

You'll have to kill me.

I'll I'll, I'll close the door for you.

Please convey to the shaykh that I
am truly sorry about what happened.

I made a mistake.

I gave the wrong man too
much responsibility.

Some are saying that
perhaps we gave the wrong

man too much responsibility.

I know, Farik...

you are a true believer
and a loyal soldier.

But sometimes that is not enough.

You must prove to us that
you are still capable...

and quickly.

A man is not a Muslim until his heart
and his tongue are submissive.

If I fail again, you can take them both.

If you fail again...

we will.

Uh, nope. Still squirting.

Okay.

Try it now.

I thought you were supposed
to be an ace plumber.

If I had a 5/8 flare-nut
wrench, I'd be done.

I can't help you out with the
wrench, but I'm great with nuts.

Mmm. This is romantic.

You don't really need hot water, do you?

Hold on.

Hello.

Hey, Cath.

Hang on.

Are you free for dinner tonight?

It's at my sister's place.

She's an amazing cook.

I don't know.

It might be too soon meeting
the family and all.

I told Cathy all about you, and
she's dying to meet you. Please?

Uh, okay. Fine.

Great.

Uh...

yeah, he's coming.

You want us to bring something?

Okay.

We'll see you tonight.

Thank you!

You're such a punk.

Dude, I'm at the checkpoint.

You got to meet him.

You have to go to him.

Seriously.

Yeah, well, I'm trying
to clear all the area.

Blow that up.

No, you dumb shit!

Not like that!

Look, you make no sense.

Opposite way...

I'm throwing grenades, see?!

I'm shooting my own people, okay?!

You're shooting me!

You didn't make this entire team.

I'm going up the ramp.

All you have to do is be
adequate at this game.

How do you die?

Dude, I'm totally running out of plasma.

You're making this entire team lose.

You got to hurry up.

Just do it on the computer, okay?

This is the last time, okay?

I lose again, he's got it, okay?

Listen. When the grunts are sleeping,

you can beat them to death
with the butt of your gun

without waking up any of their buddies.

But, remember, don't shoot,

'cause otherwise they'll wake up,
and you'll be the one who's dead.

Thanks, dude.

Yeah, Nina, it's Yossi.

Can you look into some
dodger seats for me, please?

Yeah. Like 15.

Oh, Nina?

Bleachers would be fine.

You want chips with this?

Yeah.

Almost done here.

Hey, Dar?

Your pager's going off.

Oh. I gotta go see my parole officer.

I know I made a mess, but
you do have hot water.

Are you here for the security job?

Yeah.

Fill this out. Have a seat.

Mr. Amran will be with
you in just a moment.

Mr. Taylor?

Yossi Amran.

Thank you for coming.

I'm here to help the temple
hire some new security people.

We're looking only for the
most reliable of personnel.

Why am I still jumping
through all these hoops?

Because I still have
a cover to maintain.

So, what's up?

We have a new mission.

Why? What happened?

We had a security compromise.

A problem with the mall or the anthrax?

That doesn't matter.

What matters is that I need
you to do something for me.

You want me to retread new tires?

I need three sets of wheels,

all reinforced to those specifications.

There's a shop off of Victory.

Don't don't write this down.

Just listen.

It's 4539 Chestnut.

Ask for Cesar.

Tell him Yossi sent you.

What about the others
Tommy, Christian, Ilija?

They have their own assignments
each one just as vital to our goal.

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Taylor.

We'll be in touch with you as
soon as we make a decision.

Aren't they cute?

I was actually looking for a beagle.

My grandmother had a beagle.

His name was De Gaulle.

We have beagles.

Yeah?

Meet Trish.

Well, I guess we'll have to
call her Madame De Gaulle.

He's clean.

Not on any law-enforcement radar.

He has an R.F.

and microwave-jamming
system there on the roof.

That is a high-frequency
surface-wave-radar surveillance system.

Also works with infrared.

It's even better than our
intelligence indicated.

Okay. We're gonna start
you in the cab today.

Let me introduce you to Gertrude.

You think you can get
your butt up in there?

All right. I'll see you
on the other side.

This is gonna be a whole
different kind of life for you.

Got to like being alone.

Got to get into the
Zen of the road, man.

Okay. The Zen. Got it.

All right.

Start with the easy stuff.

Show me where you'd
naturally put your hands.

No.

You do that and spank a curb, it'll
break your fucking thumbs off.

Okay.

Like this?

Better.

Okay.

I gotta learn this, man.

I got to get this right.

Donde esta Cesar?

Speak English, man.

I'm assimilated.

Right.

In need L.T. 245-75-16s for an e-350...

with a little something actually.

I'm looking for something special here.

How'd you hear about us, huh?

Yossi sent me.

Come on. Follow me.

I need you to vulcanize six or seven
thick tread layers right onto the wheel.

Leave me enough clearance
to machine-mount the tires.

Interesante, huh?

One's flat, huh?

Pero, hecho a mano?

Right.

Handmade.

What you trying to do, man?

Drive over some barbed wire?

You got ranchers chasing
your ass, or what?

All right.

Look, I can do it, but
it won't be cheap.

Didn't say it had to be.

Once they clear his R.F. perimeter...

The sound of mujahideen.

He's training them, then sending
them to Iraq to join the insurgents.

He's alone.

It's time.

You know what to do?

Allah-u-akbar.

Allah-u-akbar.

Assalamu alaikum.

Wa alaikum as salaam.

I have come for your help.

Dobrodo sao.

Kako ste?

Kako se zovete?

I don't speak much Bosnian.

Never learned much more than "fire"...
and "cease fire."

So, tell me, what is
"the major's grave"?

It's the name of a hill
on the Neretva river.

Bosnia.

Did you do jihad there?

From '92 to '95.

Then the Germans sponsored
me as a refugee.

When they saw my math-test
scores, I got a scholarship

first in Berlin, then at
university here Santa Cruz.

Why come see me?

I heard about you.

And I want to fight again.

In Iraq.

I know some devout Muslims who
also want to fight jihad.

If I could supply you
with enough recruits,

could you begin training us immediately?

If you approve of them, of course.

Who are they?

Friends of mine.

Two Americans and one
European a Frenchman.

Give me their names, some forms of I.D.

I'll run background checks,
and then we'll talk.

So, how much C-4 did you see?

Enough.

It's wired to 55-gallon
drums of diesel fuel,

and he carries a remote kill
switch with him at all times.

He can blow up the
whole place if there's

ever a raid by the cops or the feds.

His place is perfect.

It's exactly what we need
to prepare for Youmud Din.

It's built with money and time

that we just can't afford
to spare right now.

Bring the brothers in for training.

Recon every inch of the interior
and find his security codes.

Remember time is of the essence.

At last the day of the blast disaster

So, Farik had me to go to this
retread shop in Inglewood.

He wants tires fabricated to
withstand multiple-fire impacts.

You could fire M-16s, 50 calibers
at these babies... whatever.

They just keep rolling.

Suicide attack?

Maybe.

Or a car bomb.

Farik is an elusive fucker.

He keeps changing his rental
cars on us every couple of days.

He does the same thing
with his residence.

He'll check into a hotel
under an assumed name,

stay there a short time,
and then he moves on.

He's a bitch to track.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Tommy learning to drive an 18-wheeler.

And Christian's collecting dogs.

Beagles.

Beagles?

Yeah, like snoopy.

The lab division say they're ideal

for scientific experiments
manageable size, docile, purebred.

And then there's this one.

Back up.

This one.

Farik loses his S.O. tail, right?

But luckily he meets up with the
Bosnian, and they're spotted

like a couple of on-the-job
plainclothesmen in front of I.W.

Imports warehouse.

The registered owner is Mohammad
Fazir, an Arab-American

businessman, absentee
landlord out of Chicago.

He sells carpets to big
retailers, but as far

as we could tell, there's no carpets
being moved out of that warehouse.

That's a mil-spec radar, isn't it?

Yeah. You name the jamming device,
it's been installed or jerry-rigged.

Also, surveillance snapped this photo
of this white guy in the doorway.

Anyway, I do have a ground
team setting up shop.

Am I keeping you?

You're cool?

Yeah.

Bullshit.

It's the hot chick with the kid.

Come on, man. She's a civilian.

You better watch that.

Thanks for the advice, Ray.

Darwyn, let me ask you a question.

What do you expect to come of all this?

That's none of your business.

Are you kidding me?

Hey, man.

Everything you do is my business.

You got the makings of a
hell of a relationship,

seeing how it's built on such a solid
foundation of mutual trust. And honesty.

Have you thought about what Farik
might do with this information?

You might be putting this woman
and her son in serious danger.

You know I'm right.

Make the fart sound, Marcus!

No bathroom sounds at the table.

So, anyways, after Marcus crashed
into him, it was my turn.

Just so that I have this
straight, Marcus just happened

to seek out the best-looking
guy at the park?

It wasn't the best-looking guy
in the park. It was the nicest.

You did say he was the best-looking.

You busted mommy.

This soup is great.

It's like a cross between lentil
and chili. It's wonderful.

It's the bacon that gives it the flavor.

Bacon?

There's pork in this?

Hey, there. How we doing?

Marcus, you want to introduce
me to your friend?

Will you excuse me for just a second?

Darwyn, I am so sorry.

I had no idea you were a vegetarian.

I'm I'm not. I'm a Muslim.

Jim.

A Muslim, huh?

So, um, I guess Muslims don't eat pork?

It goes back to the days of the prophet
when pigs carried trichinosis.

Well, they don't anymore.

At least not the ones
in Southern California.

It's more of a tradition, I guess.

I had no idea you people had so
much in common with the Jews.

Jim!

He's kidding.

What? I just want to know
what the big deal is.

You're, uh, you're Catholic, right?

So maybe you don't eat meat on Fridays?

No, I actually eat meat
every day of the week.

You're missing out, guy.

Well, look, you know...

there's got to be something
in your life that you do

or you don't do simply
because you believe in it.

No disrespect, but you don't
cheat on your wife, right?

What kind of question is that?

Because if you did, you'd be
breaking a rule that you believe in.

No, I don't do it because I love her.

If you ask me, only a
member of the Taliban

would equate eating pork
with cheating on your wife.

But he can eat ice cream for dessert.

Yay! Yay!

Yeah, I scream, you scream!

Well, it wasn't that bad...

was it?

I don't know what I was thinking.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

I mean it was a bad idea for
me to come along tonight.

You think differently?

I'm sorry.

Her husband he can be a real jerk.

I mean, I've had to put up with
him since they were married.

Oh, yeah?

He pegged you as a member
of the Taliban, too?

That's interesting 'cause, you know,
I've never seen you in a burka.

Hey, will you get off your
holier-than-thou high horse?

I said I was sorry.

You're right.

It's not your fault.

Don't worry about it, Darwyn, all right?

It's okay. Really.

And as far as seeing
me in a burka goes...

you want to see me in a burka?

'Cause we could probably arrange that.

Nah, I don't want to see that.

I need your cellphones and
electronic devices in bags.

Now strip.

I got to make sure you're
not concealing anything.

You mean like Donnie Brasco?

What, do you think we're
wearing a wire or something?

I already know you're
not wearing a wire.

This is a four-week-long
intensive training period.

No outside contact for a month.

If you got a problem with that...

keep your clothes on.

You can leave now.

If not, put them in the basket,
'cause you'll be wearing B.D.U.S.

You can't speak to anyone on the outside
until your training is complete.

Then you can say your goodbyes.

You'll be joining your
Muslim brothers in Iraq.

If you're lucky enough to die a
shaheed, you will go to paradise.

I'm not here. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

I'm just calling to say...

good night.

Bye.

You're gonna be fighting sophisticated
technology in tight quarters.

Iraq isn't just rocks and
caves like Afghanistan.

Fallujah was urban combat.

A house-to-house street fight.

Your best tools will be
ambushes, car bombs, and mines.

You will be outgunned,
but you have your faith.

And Allah is on your side.

All right. Let's go. Let's go.

Everyone on the bus.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

The Dodgers are gonna win today.
I can feel it. Let's go.

Watch your step, Amber.

You're pretty brave, Yossi.

To try and wrangle all
these guys by yourself.

You want to come with us?

I have an extra ticket.

I love baseball.

Let's go.

Dodger dogs!

Get your dodger dogs!

Are they kosher?

Is the pope Catholic?

All right. No. Let me get this.

Uh, give me 15.

Hey, uh, where are you?

Look, are... are you still
mad at me or something?

'Cause just I said I was sorry about
what happened at my sister's place.

Call me, all right?

Okay.

Who's ready to blow some bubbles, huh?

Come on. Pass these around.

Here we go.

See if you can hit the field.

Come on. Blow bubbles, kids.

Blow bubbles.

How do you get them like that?

The secret is glycerin.

It's just expensive dishwashing liquid.

Hey, can you get some
video of me and the kids?

It'd be great for the hanukkah reel.

Of course.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

All right, everybody.

Let's blow some bubbles.

Let's see if you can hit the field.

Ready?

1... 2... 3!

Go! Go! Go! Blow bubbles!

Come on!

Those are great.

Good job.

This reminds me of...

the highlight of my first
military experience.

I had this...

dickhead drill sergeant...

in basic training.

He loved fucking with me because he knew

my mom was one of these "save the
world" liberal-professor types.

So, we make it back from our
final 12-mile road march, right?

Lugging all our shit.

My legs are ready to collapse.

I got blisters on my blisters.

My B.D.U.S are soaked through
with sweat from top to bottom.

But I'm... I'm on top
of the world, you know?

I made it back to the
parade ground in one piece.

But this this drill sergeant of
mine, he's got it in for me.

He goes, "Emerson," all
in my face, like this.

"Do you know what an
artillery helmet is?"

I had my strap off 'cause it's
like a fucking 150 degrees out.

And I'm thinking, "artillery helmet?

What the fuck?"

So I say, "No, sergeant."

And then he goes like this.

"Boom!"

Rips the helmet off
my head and chucks it

across the field like a
fucking touchdown pass.

He says, "That's an artillery helmet.

Now go retrieve your gear."

So...

I march 50 yards across
the parade ground

on my double blisters, with my
legs that are about to collapse.

And I pick up my helmet,
and I march back.

And now he's chewing out somebody else.

So I walk up behind him and
tap him on the shoulder.

I say, "Sarge, do you know what
an artillery helmet is for?"

I smashed that fucker's face in...

with my helmet.

Anyway, that's when they...

separated me from the service.

Sounds like for once the American
army did the right thing.

So, how'd you lose your leg?

You're observant, Darwyn.

I, uh...

...went to Bosnia.

I volunteered for the 3rd corps
of ordred el-mudzahedin.

But the leader of my section didn't
want me because I was American.

But when you're fighting
for what you believe in,

you don't need anybody's permission.

I was on night patrol up on this hill.

The major's grave?

And there was just something
about this old shack.

I tried to tell Musa, the squad leader.

He just told the guys to keep moving.

So I ran at that shack.

And that's when I saw it.

This outline of an A.K.

Or a flash of metal. I don't know.

It was just it was reflex.

I shouted, "Ambush!"

Jammed my A.K.M.

On full auto, and I blasted
the shit out of this shack.

They hit me with an R.P.G.

Holy shit.

I saved them the whole squad.

Then they saved me.

Took me to a hospital in Herzegovina.

It was Allah's way.

After that, they trusted
me like a brother.

Uh, what's that?

It's a bang stick.

Aluminum rod with a
12-gauge shotgun shell.

Easy weapon to construct...

and conceal.

I'll show you.

Later.

You'll make an excellent
mujahid, Darwyn.

You're a good teacher.

So will Christian.

He's a thug, and, you
know, thugs are tough.

Ilija he carries around a lot of pain.

And that pain can be put to good use.

What about Tommy?

Loose fucking cannon.

I wouldn't let him carry the
ammo, let alone a weapon.

What?

There's something about yopu
I haven't figured out yet.

You're talented but... distracted.

Like you've got too much on your mind.

I'm just picturing Baghdad, man.

Come on, baby.

We're going for a little ride.

So?

Nothing.

It's been almost 48 hours, Ray.

No backup, no coverage whatsoever.

He'll make contact.

What if he's injured, hmm?

Or worse?

How long are you going to wait?

Well, he knows he's got two
days to come up for air.

Then we have to take the door.

We still got time.

Special agent al-Sayeed
will make contact.

He better.

Hey, Dar, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Listen...

our white dude is a dedicated Muslim.

He does his prayer every night.

Drops his guard for
about about 30 minutes,

so I can't talk for too long.

Well, that picture we took panned out.

The guy's real name is Ken Walls.

He's from Northern Pittsburgh.

Anyway, he ends up doing
his first stint in Shuman

juvenile detention center in
Allegheny county back in... '87.

Hooked up with his Muslim gang.

The rest is history.

Found the prophet instead of Jesus.

The next time he pops up, he's
in Bosnia fighting Serbs.

Why didn't we have eyes on him?

Because he died in Herzegovina.

You know, he was off the radar.

Besides, even if we knew he was alive,

who the hell knew a guy with one leg
was gonna do this kind of damage?

He's a fucking inspiration
to the mujahideen.

He's a soldier for the cause.

You sound like you admire him.

Maybe I do.

But I also hate him, man.

I mean, this son of a
bitch is training people

to kill American troops in Iraq.

So, what do you think?

Is Farik trying to recruit
him to join the cell?

I don't know, and why isn't Farik here?

Oh, he's here.

He's been visiting off and on
ever since you guys went in.

He's waiting for something.

Mommy?

Agent Fuller, sir.

The main target's active.

Hey, Darwyn, you better get back inside.

Farik's closing in on the warehouse.

Something's going down.

What are you doing?

Do you remember what Farik
said about questions?

I was taking a piss, man.

What are you doing?

Getting ready.

For what?

Farik?

He's here?

Inside?

So you figured out the security code.

He changes the code every night to
the days of the hijrah calendar.

Oh, you are observant.

Ken made a great sacrifice
for my people back home.

I am hoping this all works out.

It's good to see you, my old friend.

How the hell did you get in here?

You were always very smart, brother.

But I was always a little smarter.

Why are you here?

I need your facility in order to
prepare for a holy reckoning.

With a military target?

We're not at war with
the American military.

We're at war with America period.

And we're gonna win that war by
convincing enough Americans,

through the spread of fear, insecurity,
and terror, to change their ways.

And the best way to teach that lesson

is by attacking them where
they live, work, and play.

Still the same just like back in Bosnia.

I don't know what book you
were reading from then,

and I don't know what book
you're reading from now,

but killing women and children is
not permitted in the holy Koran.

You need to open up your eyes
and read your Koran again.

And then you will understand
that I am, indeed,

following the holy path
the path to victory.

Listen, the gulf between
us isn't that wide.

I'm asking you to join me.

Make a real difference not
overseas, but here...

in our enemy's backyard.

It's a backyard filled with innocents.

Wake up, Kenneth.

What about all the
innocents in the backyard

of Iraq and Lebanon and Afghanistan?

What about the innocents in Palestine?

We're holding all the cards here.

Be reasonable.

We need this place of yours.

The cause needs this place of yours now.

No.

You're a baghi.

All of you cowards, war
criminals, or worse!

Sorry, brother.

You're either with us...

or against us.

Fuck!

Get him before he gets
to the explosives!

Draw weapons!

I can't hear a goddamn thing.

Try snuggling.

I can't get that close to B.C.
Frequencies.

His shit's really sophisticated.

God damn it.

Farik's inside.

Cover him.

You're not you're not one...

of them...

are you?

He gave me no other choice.

We'll put him in one
of the diesel drums...

and burn his body.

He's shaheed.

He died for his beliefs, as will we.

We must give him a proper burial.

This place has everything we need
in order to proceed with plan "B."

The security system is state-of-the-art
virtually impregnable.

We can come and go as we please without
anyone knowing what we're up to.

What the fuck is going on in there?