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He's in the cab. I'm on it.

Got it.

What's your business here?

I sell swimming pools.

Husain.

It's you.

It had to be you.

Everything is set.

They know nothing.

Tariq is your cousin.

Be safe and low-key.

Husain?

Man. Now you are seriously a good luck charm.

You know, Tariq called and told me you were coming to stay with us,

and boom!

The next day, I got a promotion.

Is that all you've got?

No more bags?

Mr. Mohammed Husain. I'm Jessica.

Apologies, apologies, but there's the yummy pasta.

Steve? You killing my burgers?

-Are you all right? -Yeah. You want one?

This smells nice!

Whoa.

-Enjoy! -Mmm.

There you go.

Um... Hey, everybody, Mohammed Husain.

Hi

He is the cousin of a really close friend.

And he's come straight from Pakistan to America on business.

This should be a bit tight!

Mm.

Would you come here?

Leela?

Leela?

Leela?

What is wrong?

Papa, I'm scared.

I don't want to get married.

Leela, you agreed, didn't you?

Did I have a choice?

No.

The last ten times you said no, didn't I listen to you?

I don't want to marry.

The ceremony is next week.

He's rich.

He's successful.

He's about to settle down in America.

I did my best.

You'll be happier.

I'm happy here.

Can I just stay here with you?

You are my pride.

Leela.

Jishnu is waiting.

Now will you do something with your hair?

Please, Dad. Please.

No one else...

can love you more than this boy.

Go, dear. Go to your Raj.

Go, Simran.

Go on, live your life.

Go, dear.

I need to get this.

Chandra, just a minute.

Sorry, I need to get this.

Leela.

What's wrong?

Okay.

Yeah. I'll come.

I'll come soon.

You're putting yourself in danger.

Papa.

Today, I am going to do something...

I have avoided my whole life.

He won't be able to do it, Malik.

Let me.

Let another have the glory, Najib.

Husain has been chosen.

Praise be to Allah.

You have not sleep in for a very long time.

And I can see your desire to perform as Allah's warrior.

But you must understand...

that you are doing more by staying out of danger.

We just received the order.

You leave for D.C. before it all starts here tomorrow.

This is a small mission for him.

He will be done before the evening and headed out to L.A.

Before it all ends.

This man is weak.

He is a liar and a cunning politician.

We should not let him lie to our own people.

Put him on tape and kill him.

Give the tape to Najib by three and get out of the city safely.

I have made arrangements for people to help you through this.

We need to send a message to traitors around the world.

There are about ten shady looking guys

who piled into a rental van.

Yeah. How should I know?

You know your job?

It's easy.

Allah has called me here to capture this coward traitor

-and get... -Mullah.

Not Allah.

Mullah and Malik have called you.

This man is a real scholar.

Like your father.

This stained blemished light.

This day shadowed by night.

This isn't the dawn we had in sight.

This is not the dawn of our hearts desire.

That friends set out for, with passion and fire.

"Faiz Ahmad Faiz."

Your father's favorite.

We are finally close to our dawn and we will force our way into it, Najib.

We are the hands of Allah.

And with the hands of Allah, you will murder a Muslim

who speaks the truth?

Hm? This will bring your new dawn?

He condemns Allah's will.

He condemns Allah's war.

Allah's War?

I've killed too many in the name of Allah to find truth in this war.

The god that wins is the god with the deepest pockets.

The truth is, we live in a world ruled by the American Wall Street,

and the war is to fight against it.

That is a war between people. Between right and wrong.

Between the powerful and the powerless.

That's the war.

How the fuck has Allah gotten into this war?

You blasphemed, Najib.

Of all, you? Have you lost it?

I've lost you, Husain.

I've lost in training you.

Your father was right.

If anything, he was a true Muslim.

What you're headed for is wrong. It's madness.

Don't become another Najib. Don't do it.

It's not easy to stay in the war forever.

It's a shame that you have given up.

But there are better soldiers than you are.

That's the place.

This gun is a real work of art.

I want you to have it.

No. Don't, my son. Don't.

You were out late last night?

I gotta get going, honey.

Bye. Have a good day.

You want some egg whites?

Wow!

It's a really gorgeous day, huh?

Would you like me to take you out somewhere?

Nice day.

Nice house.

Nice life.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's in the nature of men to seek comfort.

By making slaves of your own people.

What?

Listen, I do my share.

Do you have any idea how many families in Pakistan eat

because of my company?

Your company?

How long you planning on staying?

Remember it's a...

C-sharp and a G-sharp, okay?

Jordan, you better wrap this lesson up.

You've got ten minutes.

Do I really have to go there?

Jana?

This will not be forever.

Those people out there...

They need me.

How can I help you?

-Mr. Fareed Rahmani? -Yes. Is there a problem?

No problem, sir, just a precaution.

We don't usually make house calls,

but you seem to have friends upstairs that are very concerned about you.

Are you participating in a public event later today, sir?

Yes, if I can get my family out in time.

Well, we're here to escort you to that event, sir.

Tell the mayor I appreciate the offer, but I don't think it is really necessary.

Do you realize there has been a threat on your life?

Would you be able to protect me?

Would you please consider letting us drive you there, sir?

Yeah, this guy is nuts. He's going into the house.

All right. Got it.

Leela, do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into?

You're supposed to get married in one week.

Your father is going to burn this city down looking for you.

I need, Sakhi.

What?

Sakhi?

Did she call you?

Oh, Leela.

-What are you doing? -I'm taking you back home.

Please don't do this, Chandra, please.

You're the only one who understands me.

Please?

How many times have we been over this, Leela?

Sakhi is not to be trusted.

-She loves me. -Oh!

She does.

You love some fantasy of her loving you.

Do you just want me to be another, Chandra?

Sakhi Taylor?

What is this?

You need a doctor...

who treats mental patients.

Specially, foreigners.

Who comes here to pollute our culture.

Who are you?

And what the fuck is your problem?

That is the problem.

Abhi, you want to fuck girls.

Next...

you will fuck your brother.

And very soon, you will want to fuck your father.

Your fuck is the problem.

Madam, forget your pride parade.

This is not your America.

This is India.

Every half hour, a rape in India.

Why do you want to get in trouble, madam?

I'm making a call to all you free lovers

to come out to your family and friends.

Come out in any way and record it and upload it on my site.

Give a speech, confess,

commit, marry, kiss, fuck.

It doesn't matter.

Gay, lesbian, bi, transsexual, record it.

Next Sunday, we'll go to the parade and come out to the whole nation.

We'll tell the guardians of God and government

to stay out of our bedrooms and our love lives.

This is hideous. Look at the texture.

I love it.

Consider it sold.

Papa.

Today, I'm going to do something...

I have avoided my whole life.

Every day, I fight with my soul for you.

For our family.

For your honor.

I can't do this anymore.

I could never gather the courage to tell you this because...

somewhere deep down inside

I just knew that your answer would be "no."

And a "no" forever.

It's not like I've had a choice, Papa.

The first time I saw a girl...

this electricity ran through me.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hussy.

Get off my star. Break it up.

I don't see you for a year.

You show up uninvited to the most important event of my career

and you humiliate me.

Kissing me is humiliation for you?

You haven't changed a bit.

Private artist Sakhi.

Single and always available Sakhi.

Just like to fuck behind closed doors in hotel rooms, right?

Don't have the balls to kiss or hold hands in public, right?

Kills your image.

I have never lied to you.

From day one, you always knew who I was.

You ran away, Leela.

You couldn't handle it.

You were confused.

I couldn't handle that you had to fuck somebody else

every other night.

It doesn't hurt less, just because I know you are a slut.

So why'd you get involved with me in the first place?

That's the fucking question.

Hey.

Why?

What do you want?

I wanna marry you.

Will you marry me, Sakhi Taylor?

Are you on drugs?

This is really romantic.

Leela, this is Anand. We're dating.

Will you marry me?

I prayed to Shiva for help.

I tried.

I tried liking guys.

I tried.

But I can't do this anymore.

Papa, I'm gay.

Please, love me.

You were lucky.

If the pain persists, call me.

Can I keep it?

Yeah, this guy is nuts. He's going into the house.

Fuck! Holy shit.

What the fuck are you doing?

Husain, go. Close the door.

Go.

-Why are you hiding them, Papa? -Go close the door.

I'm hiding them because people want to kill them.

Why?

Because they are not our...

our religion.

What's their religion?

Dad, what were the police doing to you today?

They were there to give me a ride to the speech.

Why would they want to give you a ride?

Because they want to make me look like a hypocrite.

What's a hypocrite?

A liar.

A person with double standard, someone who deceives people.

Are you a liar, Dad?

I can't do this anymore.

And I can't do this without you.

Then stop putting us in danger.

Choose me.

Choose Jordan.

It's all ready, Dr. Fareed.

Jana.

This is for Jordan.

Please welcome, Nobel Peace Prize Nominee,

Dr. Fareed Rahmani.

America needs to know

that the Osama's and Omar's do not represent Muslims.

Muslims are not the enemy, they are not violent monsters.

We, fighters of peace, represent the true Islam.

We need to understand the logic and the motives of violence.

We need to remember Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr.

We need people who will not give up.

Who will not give in against the most brutal violence.

We should set examples for our children and our next generations,

to become different people

than the savages we are today.

It's the choices we make

when we are most cornered in life that defines us.

Hey, that went great.

Thank you.

Just one last thing before you go.

I took your advice and signed up for the class in November.

Fine, fine that's good. We can do it next week.

-No problem. -Pardon me, sir.

I was just wondering if you could sign your book.

Of course.

Unlock your doors.

Get in.

Go.

Start it.

Where are we going?

Backward or forward?

Don't pretend you are not scared.

Move it.

Turn left at 69th Avenue.

My father has savings.

He will pay you.

Let him out.

I won't.

You know, there are other ways to fight, if you're open to seeing.

If you're open to listening.

That gun you have in your hand does nothing solve anything.

It won't get you anywhere.

You think you will wag it around and the world will simply fall into place?

Fall in line?

It's because of that gun that everyone hates you.

Turn right.

You want me to sign the Quran.

The Quran that you morons have soaked with blood.

You know, you'll be remembered...

for your petty threats, brutality,

your self-righteousness.

You call yourselves Muslims, you're not even humans.

Go on.

Kill me here.

Just kill us both, because I'm not driving any further.

Anand?

Anand?

Anand?

Where's all this fucking blood coming from?

-Sakhi, let's get out of here. -He needs fucking help.

Sakhi. Please, drive!

Go. Get a doctor.

Please, Sakhi, drive!

I left my home, Sakhi. I left my family.

I have nowhere to go and you don't even want to marry me.

Stop it! What do you mean you left?

It's not the end of the world. You can go back.

Papa wants me to get married, he's found me a husband.

Papa. Papa.

Your dad doesn't want you to marry.

It's you. It's you. You wanna get married.

Isn't that what you always wanted? A home? Family?

Same fucking hetero, happy Bollywood.

Whatever the fuck happy ending!

Sakhi? Sakhi, can you give me a home?

I can't give you anything.

He's dying and I'm taking him to the hospital, okay?

-No! -Yes!

-No. -I am...

No. I'll do this!

I'm telling you, I will!

Don't fucking...

Sakhi, I will do this. Sakhi, I will do this. I will...

Don't get out of the car.

Cab!

Let's go.

Do not go. Please, don't leave. Don't go.

Go!

Check under the car. Check the trunk.

Sir, phone.

I found it in the bushes.

Hello?

Devraj?

Devraj, Janaka here.

Nothing. I will call you back in five minutes.

Vikram, bring your boys.

It is personal, Vikram.

What is this?

This is my private residence.

Residence?

This is home?

It's a whorehouse.

Listen, you faggot, a murder happened here.

I will make a phone call and...

I have my rights.

Who is this girl?

Sakhi is an international artist.

Leela is her friend.

Anand is the boy Sakhi is dating.

Dating?

Scoundrel.

Where were you this afternoon?

You received a call from Leela at 2:00 p.m.

You were in some homo party?

In some farmhouse with socialite Sameer Sohdi?

Do you know a girl called Sakhi?

I don't know what you girls do.

But I know for sure you have helped Leela.

If something happens to Leela,

nobody will be able to protect you.

I only want you.

If we marry,

we won't have to run around like criminals.

I know it will be hard.

I know people will hate us.

I've thought about it. I think about it.

There's just something in my being

that makes me feel that I could withstand it.

If it's with you.

Maybe...

-we could. -You're such a dreamer.

That's what I love about you.

Can't we just run away somewhere?

Like where?

Somewhere.

There's nowhere to go.

Don't you want me?

Stop it, Leela.

Why do you do this?

All I'm saying is that we are in love

And people who love each other, live together.

Can you just take me home?

Just once?

Please?

No. Don't, my son.

Do you have a sense of right and wrong, Father?

I did the right thing.

I stood up for something more important than you, me, and your mother.

Fareed Rahmani.

Tell our audience that you are a fraud.

A con.

A hypocrite.

A liar.

Tell them that you are not a Muslim.

That you don't believe in Allah.

Tell them that you speak out against jihad to sell books.

That you enjoy a lavish home, abundance of food, and luxury cars.

Tell them you speak out against America while feeding off it.

Tell them that you are full of shit, and I will let you go,

let your white boy go, and we're done with this.

You think anyone will believe this?

Then there is no harm in it.

Do it.

Wait!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Are you ready to confess?

No!

No!

I'll do it.

All greetings, blessings, and good acts are from you, my Lord.

My Allah.

Surah 27, verse 81.

You cannot guide the blind away from their error.

You will only make hear those who believe.

Quran, for those who believe in you,

and believe in blood and revenge...

who will guide them away from their error?

You don't see the horrors...

brought on by your lies.

This will not get you anywhere.

Then what will?

Poetry?

Stories?

Nothing you compose

will compare to the suffering

that I have endured.

You don't know what you're doing.

Tell me.

Najib.

I have the video.

I'll upload it in an hour.

Everything's in order.

Husain's already left the city.

I am leaving now.

You think I'm just one of your scumbags

or a fucking rent-a-cop?

-Easy Mitch. -No, no. You listen to me.

You tell me this is just a small job, just one day.

Protect this guy from any profiling shit.

-Husain? -You are a super cop, Mitch.

You know, I have been running around the city.

-Husain. -And I spotted six

other fucking pigs doing same shit.

This is not

-a "no big deal, Mitch" situation. -Husain?

I need more money.

Yeah, okay. Somebody will be on the way.

Don't be mad.

Husain.

Look at me.

Gather your senses.

Husain?

Fuck!

You stupid son of a bitch.

Get the fuck out of the way!

She's our girl, Devraj.

We will find her.

If she was my daughter, I would've killed her.

Cheater.

Okay, let me help you.

We're making porn?

I'm the subject of my artwork

responding to a call for action.

My name is Sakhi Taylor.

This here...

is my lover.

And this.

This is our home.

A home without walls.

Just earth.

Water.

Love.

Fire.

It's actually none of your business to pass judgment

and rules and regulations.

So...

We need a ceremony.

In the presence of this most sacred fire.

The fire which has witnessed a love like ours for ages.

We celebrate our union.

Play.

Play.

Dad?

Dad?

Please. Stop! Stop!

Someone, help!

Dad!

Please, someone, help!

Let me go!

No!

Fareed!

Jana.

Fareed.

Jordan, close your eyes

No.

You will see.

If you close your eyes, I will kill your father.

Only one of us should live.

Don't make me choose.

It's the choice we make

when we are most cornered in life that defines who we are.

I have made mine.

You make yours.

Kill him, Fareed.

Don't. No, my son, don't.

Don't, my son. No.

Until yesterday...

I was a proud father.

I could walk with my head up high.

But today...

I stand here, in shame.

Naked.

In front of everybody.

You just did not run away with that slut.

You put us to shame.

In front of the whole society.

You destroyed us.

Our reputation is ruined.

My entire life.

My honor.

Everything is destroyed.

All ruined.

Had it been someone else, I would have killed her.

But I'm a father.

I don't want to know.

No.

Not why. Not how.

Not what. Nothing!

I'm offering forgiveness.

You promise me that you will never see this whore again.

Promise me.

Leela, you are my pride.

Just marry Jishnu.

And we will not speak of this ever again.

I've made my choice, Papa.

Now you have to make a choice.

Either honor me and honor our love...

or dishonor us.

We're married.

Fuck you!

Fuck you! Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Papa!

Papa!

I have roots in Pakistan, that doesn't make me a terrorist.

All right! Get in the car, sir.

I have nothing to do with this, I am not a criminal!

This stained blemished light.

This day shadowed by night.

This isn't the dawn we had in sight.

Manic heart, those wanting eyes.

The pain of burning souls.

There is no resolve as separation pierces holes.

From where blew that morning breeze, where did it go?

What is that we live for? Do we even know?

Heaviness sits deep in this bleak night.

Our eyes cannot see the spirit yet to take flight.

Keep marching on...

for our freedom hasn't arrived.