All language subtitles for Sleeper Cell S01E06 - Family

Previously on "Sleeper Cell"...

Royal Canadian mounted police
have just released this footage

of the anthrax seized at
the Canadian border...

you must prove to us that
you are still capable.

We have a new mission.

What about the others?

They have their own assignments.

Christian is collecting beagles.

Tommy is learning to
drive an 18-wheeler.

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.

Lynne?

Mom, it's me, Tommy.

I need to borrow some money.

She's a professor at Berkeley.

That's why I joined the army...
to piss her off.

So, what's the problem?

She's threatening to come here.

I'm got to go see my parole officer.

This place is perfect.

It's exactly what we need
to prepare for youmud din.

It's a 4-week-long training period
with no outside contact for a month.

Hey, uh, where are you?

Call me, all right?

The cause needs this place of yours now.

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

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

X-pert security offers you
the guaranteed assurance

that your facility will be
safeguarded from any undesirables.

It's a nice speech, but
this isn't Fort Knox.

Our biggest security threat is one guy

punching out another guy
over taking a parking spot.

I would think that a
man in your position

would take this a little more seriously.

I've been here for 20 years.

Locks on the gates and an
alarm on the front door

has worked pretty good so far.

Let me ask you a question.

Since 9/11,

which facilities have risen
as potential threats?

Chemical plants.

Look, I know this song and dance.

You want to scare me into
thinking everybody's a terrorist,

and they're all out to get us,

and they're going to do it by
breaking into this factory.

Am I right?

They won't need to break in.

They'll already be working here.

In the last factory,

we found five sex offenders
and eight illegals.

Now, the federal
government are this close

to regulating security procedures
in plants such as yours.

If your hiring turns
out to be that sloppy,

who do you think your
bosses are going to blame

when their insurance premiums skyrocket?

What am I going to do,

fire everybody?

An easier solution would
be to enlist our services.

With your permission,

we can conduct a thorough background
check on all of your employees.

After all, not everyone
is who they appear to be.

The average Iraqi packing
a hip-fired A.K.

Won't hit a man past 25 meters.

But a vehicle?

That's a juicy target.

It gives you three to five guys

packed within two meters of each other,

traveling on a narrow,

predictable path.

Yeah,

so you were walking, right?

That's right,

I'm walking.

Darwyn, hey.

Aren't you Anita's son?

Yeah.

Hey, he's in the service, too.

Used to be, used to be.

I never saw any combat, though.

According to the paperwork,

neither have I.

Baghdad don't count as a war zone,

even though we average two
casualties there every day.

J.C.

Jay Clarence?

Mm-hmm.

Helena's son?

Yeah.

I knew you looked familiar, man.
I haven't

seen you since we were kids, man.

We're cousins.

Your mom is my mom's big sister.

Oh, yeah, now I remember you.

What's up?

So, you home for good now?

Unh-unh,

I go back next Tuesday.

Times flies when you're not at war.

Yeah, I bet it does.

Darwyn?

Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

Because I know how much
you like surprises.

And what did you do with your hair?

Look at this scruffy thing.

I kind of got like a
john shaft thing going.

I'm going to get my scissors out
and even this all up for you.

See, no more homemade haircuts, ma.
No more.

You still got this old thing, huh, ma?

It works, just not so good.

One way or another, I'm not
missing a Niners game.

I haven't missed throwing an
opening-season barbecue in 15 years.

I promised you I wouldn't
miss another one.

Oh, they never should
have gotten rid of T.O.

They've lost their edge.

But they got this new
quarterback this season,

so we'll see how it goes.

You got to be the only
Niners fan in Compton.

Some things never change.

And speaking of things
which never change...

you talk to your father recently?

You should go see him.

Just because you work for the FBI
doesn't mean you're not his son.

He's the one you need to
convince on that topic, ma.

Baby, can you help me
with this reception?

I don't want to miss
the opening kickoff.

It's great to see everybody.

I didn't even recognize J.C.

How's aunt Helena doing?

Well, you can ask her yourself
if you stay long enough.

She showing up for the game?

Yep, and she's going to be
staying here for a while, too...

her and J.C.'S two little sisters.

What? How come?

Hmm.

Helena had herself an
electrical fire last week.

Bad wiring is what the
fire inspector said.

The whole diner went up.

They were lucky to even get out
of there before it was too late.

Helena had every penny
sunk into that place.

She can't even afford to pay
rent on her apartment now,

so I'm taking them in...

at least till she can get
back up on her feet.

That's awful good of you, mom,

but where they going to sleep?

And who's going to feed
those kids of hers?

I got a little something saved.

I still get a teacher's
pension every month.

Helena will sleep on the couch,

and the two girls will share my bed.

And where are you going to sleep?

I got me a cot in the garage that I'm
going to move into the living room.

Don't you worry about me.

I'm going to be fine.

Be very nice to have some
kids running around here,

even if they're teenagers.

Oh! Ha ha ha.

What do you think of our
chemical candidates?

This one... Ernest Jefferson.

I think he offers us
the best opportunity.

Let this recording,

along with our success in Los Angeles,

inspire our brothers across the world,

in numbers great and small,

to take arms against the
Anglo-American regimes

and every nation that sides with them.

With Allah's blessing,

we will remove the infidels and
their apostate collaborators

from the Muslim nations.

Let this also be a statement
to the American people

that your government has brought
upon you the wrath of the one...

Thomas.

I told you not to come, Lynne.

Well, I...

I wanted to surprise you.

So.

This is your place.

It's like something out of James
Ellroy in "L.A. Confidential"...

so banal, it's filled with character.

Since when are you into
popular fiction, mom?

Oh, well, that's not fair.

You know I can enjoy anything,

so long as it's not set
in the present day.

It's good to see you, Thomas,

and, um, to be with you.

And don't worry,

I'm not here to try to drag you
back to Ch�teau de Emerson.

I'm just here to visit.

I'm only in town for two days...

just pop in, pop out.

But, um...

I would love to spend every
free moment with you.

Is that really such a
horrible prospect for you...

no, mom, I just... it...

I'm really busy, you know.

I've got, uh...

responsibilities.

You know?

I was actually just leaving.

Oh, uh, well, look,

wherever you're going,

if you're in a hurry,

I could give you a ride,

and, um, then maybe I
could come back here

or pick you up wherever,

and I could take you to lunch or...
or dinner.

Okay.

Great, okay.

That'll give me a chance to fill you in

on the symposium I'm leading tomorrow.

Sodium is detected in its compound
by the bright-yellow coloration,

which it imparts to flame when burned.

I, uh, I heard that sodium explodes

if you put it in water.

Is that true?

This is a science lab,
so let's find out.

I'll fill it.

Okay, now, stand back.

Oh!

Oh!

Okay, the fun is over.

Everyone, now we get back to work.

Everyone back to their lab
stations to prepare for lesson 5.

People have this romanticized,
mythologized view

of knights and squires
and damsels in distress,

when the reality... as you
well know, thanks to me...

is that knights and
squires were nothing more

than rapacious war profiteers
and professional rapists.

Actually, not that unlike our early
21st century American military.

You know, um...

we were so happy when
you finally realized

how wrong it would be for you
to stay in the army, Thomas.

I mean, today more than ever,

that is just not a life
for a young man like you.

That was something even your
father and I could agree on.

Well, there you go, mom.

That's why I did it... to
bring you two together.

I'll see ya.

You know, um...

I really am very proud of you.

You know, your dad is, too.

You've gone your own way,

and you've built your own life,

and I just want you to know that
it makes me very happy to see it.

I love you, too, Lynne.

Hey, who's the hot chick?

The subject's name is Ernest Jefferson.

He works for an insecticide
plant in Glendale.

The man is in debt...
alimony, child support.

He hates his job.

He hates his life.

He's a confirmed loser
and a soft target.

He gets off every night at 6:00,

and he frequents this bar a
few blocks from his work

by the name of dick's den.

That's where you'll meet
this black brother of yours.

We're not allowed to drink alcohol.

The rules of the house
of Islam can be broken

in the land of unbelievers as
long as it serves god's cause.

Now, you do what you need to
do in order to make friends.

Why am I making friends with this guy?

Because he has access
to something we need.

What are you doing here, man?

What, you're not happy to see me?

This isn't the meeting place anymore.

You can't be seen here.

Aw, relax, man.

Just feeling a little
left out, you know.

Neither of us is involved in
whatever Farik is up to right now.

Ilija's the go-to guy, man.

We both know that.

He and Farik go way back... the
front lines outside Sarajevo.

What about Darwyn?

What is that... affirmative action?

Hey, man,

I thought you left that skinhead,
racist shit behind, man.

We're all brothers in Islam.

Oh, my god.

What's going on?

Don't ask.

I love this place, Thomas.

It's so "American graffiti."

Hello, are you a friend of Thomas'?

Well, I'm not sure.

Am I your friend, Thomas?

Christian, this is Lynne.

Lynne, Christian.

This is your mother?

I thought she was your sister.

Oh, merci.

Charming and a good liar.

I like him already.

So, how do you two know each other?

We go to the same mosque.

Oh, well, good for the both of you.

You know, I spoke to Ruth
Myers the other day,

and she was so impressed when I told her

what you'd been doing with yourself.

We are surrounded by so much
blind hatred of Muslims.

It just makes your own
spiritual awakening

that much more significant
as a cross-cultural act.

Did you ever think maybe I
don't want to be talked about?

Maybe I'm a little
tired of being a topic

of gossip for you and your friends?

We were just sharing our
pride in you, Thomas.

So, how is it you speak French?

Professional reasons.

I'm a medieval historian,
and in medieval Europe,

the lingua franca was French.

Like English today.

Yes, unfortunately.

Listen, I have a good idea.

I was going to invite Thomas to
a symposium that I'm leading,

and since you two are such good friends,

perhaps you would like
to come along, as well.

Christian's got a lot of...
yeah, I would love to.

Great.

When I came to this country,

my parents put me in an
all-American high school.

So, every day, the
teachers would call out

the names of attendance...
Jonathan Bradley,

Samantha Peterson, Jim
Brown, and Jelena Jovanavic.

That's horrible.

It gets worse.

In English, we had to read
out loud to the class.

The students would laugh at me
because of my heavy accent.

What?

Is something the matter?

No, just...

tell me, how does it feel
to be sipping coffee and

sharing pleasant
conversation with a pseci?

"Pseci" is a dog.

What are you talking about?

Did my name fool you?

If my parents had spelled my
name the way they should have,

with a "z" on the end,

maybe then you would have
known better... Ilijaz.

Do not play dumb.

You are Serb... Christ worshipper, huh?

What would your family say if
they knew you were sharing a

table with a Bosnian Muslim dog?

My... my family is from Belgrade.

We were nowhere near the war.

Do you think that makes you exempt?
My family was slaughtered!

I saw my brother killed before my eyes.

We had nothing to do with it.

Please, believe me, Ilija.

When you liked me in the classroom,

I was still a Serb,

and you were Bosnian.

I was Christian,

and you were Muslim.

But we're here now in America.

Those things belong in the past.

Please...

leave them there.

I'm not American,

and no matter how much you try,

you will never be an American, either.

Hi. You guys ready for the return of
our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?

When is he coming?

Any day now.

Why don't you guys drop by one
of our meetings on Friday?

I'll tell you all about it.

I'm at mosque Fridays.

That's cool. Why don't you drop by
and hear what the bible has to say?

Can't you hear, Jesus boy?
We're Muslims.

You know, there are some
things in the "koo-ran"

that are actually in the
true bible, as well.

It's the holy Koran.

What matters isn't what
it says in the book, man.

What matters is how you put it
into practice in your life.

Muslims don't just serve god once a week

when they step into church and
then forget all about him

for the next six days.

Think it over, man.

You know, Jesus loves you.

Fucking religious fanatics.

What?

So, uh, what time you get off?

None of your business.

Oh, Juanita.

Come on, girl, one night.

That's all I'm asking
about is one night.

It'll change your whole life.

Why don't you go fuck yourself, Ernie?

Shit, that's what I'm trying to avoid.

Anybody sitting here?

You, if you sit down.

Ahh!

What you drinking?

A slow, comfortable
screw with a fat chick.

Never heard of one of those before.

Yeah, well, it's my own
special drink, you know?

You got your sloe gin,

your southern comfort,

your vodka and O.J.

For the screw,

and then sometimes they
top it off with tequila

and call it a slow comfortable
screw with a Mexican,

or Bacardi and it's a Puerto Rican,

but I don't go for all that light shit.

I have 'em top it off
with some corn liquor.

That's your fat chick, huh?

Hell, yeah.

This shit will make you wake up
the next day sore all over...

splitting headache,

wishing you hadn't did what
you did the night before...

just like you screwed a fat chick.

Yeah, well, I don't know
much about that drink,

but there ain't nothing wrong
with a big woman, man.

No, see, that's just more
layers for the players.

All right.

Okay, that's good.

I like that.

What's your name, youngblood?

Darwyn.

Ernest Jefferson.

Of course, everybody
always calls me Ernie J

Juanita!

Juanita Bonita!

Another one of these here for my man,

Mr. Survival of the fittest, please.

I'm way too much of a
lightweight for one of those.

A beer will be fine.

Our next speaker is a professor of
medieval European history at Berkeley

as well as a well-respected member

of the public policy community
in northern California,

and she's also a
personal friend of mine.

I would like to ask you to join me
in welcoming Lynne Ellen Emerson.

For far too long,

we Americans imagined
ourselves apart from history.

But the dramatic events of recent years

should have proven to all but
the most stubborn among us

that even 21st-century Americans are
inextricably linked to history.

Hey.

In the world of science,

no one questions the notion that for
every action there is a reaction.

Oh, god, please, stop!

Well, we now need to
make those connections

between America's foreign policy past

and the disturbing present
in which we Americans

find ourselves here at the
dawn of the 21st century.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm making a recruitment video.

You're doing what?

For the cause, man.

Once our mission is accomplished,

we can be an inspiration to others.

I'm gonna send this to Aljazeera.

What the fuck, man? You just
smashed my fuckin' tape.

Now I don't have to smash your
face in when Farik finds out.

Anybody sees this, we're fucked,
the whole mission is fucked.

You understand?

Come on.

So, you gonna be okay, man?

You need a lift home?

Ain't nothing wrong with me,
god damn it. I can drive.

Come on.

Come on, you bitch.

Turn over.

Turn over, you fucking bitch!

Fuck!

Pop the hood. I'll take a look.

That's bad news, man.

What?

Timing chain is broke.

What does that mean?

Means a thousand bucks, easy.

Are you fuckin' kidding me?!

Oh, fuck!

Shit! Shit!

One fucking thousand dollars
and a tow on top of that?

Fuck me! Shit!

Yeah, and you should do
it in the morning, man,

before they impound your car.

I got to work tomorrow and I
done used up all my sick days.

Fuck! Fuck!

Shit!

Yo, just... yo, relax, man.

Relax, all right?

Everything gonna work itself out.

Shit, that's what I used to say.

Now fuckin' look at me.

Work in a shithole.

Ex-wife draining my
sorry ass with alimony.

Teenage kid that won't even talk to me.

And no pussy that will even
so much as flash a smile

in my general direction if I don't
pay 'em off with cash or weed.

You know what I wanted to
be when I was younger?

A deejay.

No shit?

No shit.

Everybody said Ernie J.

Had the gift of gab, you know,

and I loved me some music.

The meters, stylistics,

early commodores.

None of that later
Lionel Ritchie solo shit.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Ernie J.

From midnight to dawn,

sit back, relax, and enjoy.

Yeah, that was my dream.

So, what happened?

Life, man.

Yeah, you know, life will always find a

way to fuck you when
you least expect it.

I got this, uh, sweet gig remodeling
this house out in studio city, right?

I do some contracting,
you know, construction.

So, I get fronted all
this money for this job.

I need a bunch of hard-core chemicals.

I'm talking about the kind of shit you
can't just pick up at home depot, right?

So, you need a contractor's license,

which I don't have,

so, I got to return all this money
because I can't get this stuff.

Shit.

You know...

I work in a chemical plant.

Oh, yeah?

What kind of chemicals?

If the price is right...

any kind you need, brother.

What's up?

Phosgene.

100 gallons of it.

Son of a bitch.

They used that stuff in world war I.

It's a choking agent.

It's got a lot of uses... paint thinner,

pesticides, plastics.

In then wrong hands, that's
a hell of a fuckin' weapon.

Yeah.

I just made the deal to get the stuff.

I should be picking it up any day now.

Something else on your mind?

I need a favor, ray.

My mom is stretching herself thin
trying to take care of some family.

So, I need you to take my next couple
of paychecks and make them out to her.

Cover my bills as usual, but

everything else, just put it in some
phony I.R.S. Letter or something.

It's a tax rebate.

No problem.

What do you think Farik's
up to with that phosgene?

Never know until the last
fucking minute with him.

But knowing Farik, it's
just another test run, man.

That warehouse,

that's for something much bigger
than 100 gallons of phosgene.

Hey, stranger.

Yeah, I deserve that.

Yeah, you do.

So, where's Marcus?

He's at the playground with
my sister and her kids.

Must be nice to have some
extended family around.

I went to see my family the other day.

I haven't seen any of
them in a long time.

They didn't visit you in prison?

I didn't want my mom
to see me behind bars.

My dad wouldn't have showed up anyway.

Oh, no? Why not?

My mom was a Methodist and my dad
a member of the nation of Islam.

So, she converted so
they could get married,

but eventually she
decided she wanted to be

more of a traditional Muslim... a Sunni.

So that caused problems at home.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know,

the nation and traditional Islam
have a lot of differences.

They can coexist in the same country,

in the same city, but...

not under the same roof.

Anyway, after a lot of arguments and

A lot of screaming, they
finally just got divorced.

What were you doing in a synagogue?

What are you talking about?

My sister said she thought she saw you

walking out of a synagogue
in Westwood the other night.

You said you were going to
see your parole officer.

Yeah, I did see my parole officer.

Then I went for a job interview as a
security guard at that synagogue.

But, uh...

once they do a background
check, that's it.

Nobody really wants to hire an ex-con.

You've been gone a while.

Thinking maybe you feel guilty.

Maybe you want to make it up to me?

Yeah.

You really, really want
to make it up to me?

Yeah.

What are you doing at 2:00?

Let's welcome Marcus' special
guest, Darwyn al-hakim.

This is Darwyn.

I picked Darwyn for V.I.P. Day
because he's nice, he's tall.

Darwyn is a Muslim and I'm not,

so that's why he's different.

Okay.

Any questions?

My dad said that Muslims don't
like us and don't eat bacon.

Well, I'm a Muslim.

You think I don't like you?

I don't know.

I like Marcus, and he's not a Muslim.

So, why'd they fly
planes into buildings?

I'm sorry, I... it's okay, it's okay.

Who has a cousin?

Raise your hand.

You, too, miss graham. I'm
sure you have a cousin, right?

Has your cousin ever done
anything bad, like really bad?

One time, my cousin,

he ate the last piece of
cake and blamed it on me,

but I only had one slice.

I hear you.

So, if your cousin does something wrong,

does that make your whole family bad?

No.

No.

Well, I guess that's the point.

Just because there are
some Muslims that are bad

doesn't mean that all
Muslims are bad, does it?

No. No.

But can you eat bacon?

Yes...

turkey bacon.

You having fun?

If I keep this up,

I'm gonna break 200.

Pretty damn good.

If I'd wanted to be ignored,

I would' stayed at home.

You mean like I was ignored...

when I was growing up
and you were spending

24 hours a day leading protests,

seminars, sit-ins?

You know, I would really
hope that by this point

in your life you could
understand all that.

I understand.

You left me at home to be raised
by a 60-year-old black woman...

Theresa loved you like her own son.

Fuckin' housekeeper, Lynne.

Only one who ever bothered
picking me up from school,

taking me to a museum or a ball game.

Shit. I'm sorry.

I don't know why I bother
bringing all this stuff up.

We both know, the real reason you came
here is to give your goddamn speech...

no, the only reason I attended
that was to be close to you.

Afterwards, at the reception,

I was the only one that was alone.

Then you shouldn't have come, Lynne.

I didn't ask you to.

No, but you did call and ask
me for money, didn't you?

You know, you are so
much like your father,

and you totally let him off the
hook every time... every time!

You know, 'he wasn't there, either.

Well, can you blame him?

Spending his entire
life kissing your ass,

listening to you babble on about another

historical expos� revealing

Richard the lionhearted was a
misogynistic, gay, war criminal.

And who the fuck cares, Lynne?!

Admit it!

Your whole life is just an endless
stream of pretentious bullshit.

No wonder you're alone.

You know, the prophet sallAllahu
alayhi wasallam said,

"paradise is at the feet of the mother."

Stay out of it, man.

You don't understand.

I'm alone in this country.

My wife is on the other
side of the world.

And you have family right here.

So, you're right.

I don't understand.

It's freezing in here.

Got to be.

Phosgene only remains stable at
47 degrees fahrenheit or below.

That's him.

Who is that?

It's my partner, man, from the
contracting job, remember?

Oh, okay.

$7,500. Don't spend it all in one place.

If the place is worth it, why not?

So, what do you guys use this for again?

Strips away paint fast enough
that we can repaint in hours.

It's for the big jobs.

Well, if I'd have known that,

I'd have charged you $12,000.

Hold me tight.

Tighter.

You're sweet.

I haven't done that in a long time.

Your husband doesn't
know what he's missing.

Yes, he does.

No, he gets laid all the time,

you know, Thomas' father?

Yeah.

My husband, he's... he's
an English lit professor.

Very, very popular with
the undergraduate girls.

All my efforts over all these years,

and the only thing that
works for me is history.

I judge it.

It doesn't judge me.

Do you have any idea...

how it feels...

to be...

despised by the people that you love?

Yes.

I do.

Hashim abd al-aziz.

What are you talking about?

Here.

Everything you ever wanted to
know about Faris al-Farik,

or Hashim abd al-aziz.

The D.O.D. Finally got back to
me on the Fort Benning lead.

They found a name to
go with Farik's face.

Problem is the guy's
been dead for 14 years.

Damn.

He ripped the identity off a dead guy.

Yeah, but look at those
documents, Darwyn.

This guy didn't just
sneak across the border

and get a fake social security card.

Those are official royal
Saudi land forces paperwork.

So there's somebody in the
Saudi military who falsified

all the data on this guy
as he came to the U.S.

Military or the government.

The problem is, if we look into it,

we risk taking a burn
that could tip Farik,

or whatever the hell
his fuckin' name is.

We have another issue.

Oh, yeah?

Darwyn, I'll always go to bat for you,

but I'm having a hard time looking
the other way while my U.C.

runs around town with a
married woman and her kid.

Whoa.

Hold up, man. W-what
are you talking about?

You talking about Gayle?

Her husband is dead.

She'a widow.

Is that what she told you?

Her husband's serving a 20-year
sentence in San Quentin

for vehicular manslaughter
and drug trafficking.

She said he died in the accident.

There was an accident, all right.

He killed a couple of people.

And when the CHP showed up,

they found 650 grams of
cocaine in his trunk.

Can you dig your head out
of your ass long enough

to handle this situation
befo it boils over, Darwyn?

Can you hear me?

Excuse me.

What's your problem, man?

Trust me, Thomas, you
don't want to know.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I think I might miss someone.

Might miss who?

Motherfucker.

You're damn right I am, Tommy boy.

What do you mean by that?

What do you think it means?

It means I fucked your mother.

She was good.

Fuck with me?!

That's enough.

Hey, hey, hey.

Who do I shoot first,

huh?!

Answer me!

Which one of my brothers in
Islam do I put down first?

I'm sorry, Farik,

he fuckin'...

he is a holy warrior for
Allah, same as you.

Is this how you serve god...

by arguing over this petty bullshit?

And you,

constantly sticking your dick
where it doesn't belong.

Is that how you honor Allah?

I'm sorry, Farik.

You want to kill him?

Go ahead.

Maybe that will teach him a lesson.

Oh, and Tommy?

After you shoot Christian,

you might as well shoot the
rest of us and then yourself

because you would've destroyed
everything we are here to do.

You're a good man, Tommy...

and a good soldier.

Besides...

Christian was just joking, right?

Yeah, he's right.

I was just fucking with you, Tommy.

I would never do something
like that to you.

You're my brother.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

Good.

Now let's pack up these dogs.

Yes?

Got a delivery for Anita...

...al-sayeed.

What kind of delivery?

It's a 34-inch TV and a satellite dish.

No, that's a mistake. I
didn't order anything...

No mistake, ma'am.

Your name and your
address is right here.

See?

It's from my son.

I'll be right back.

The weather today is perfect
for our little experiment.

There's light, steady wind
coming from the south.

Come on. Get in the cage.

Excellent.

The dogs we'll target next will
have two legs instead of four.