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The usual...

4, 17, 10, 21, 89.

Why do you always play the same numbers?

That's the time and date my son was born.

That's nice.

Maybe today's your lucky day.

Thanks, Rosa.

So, that's our guy?

Yep...

Jim Kroeper, 48.

Served in desert storm,

where he joyfully drove tanks over the bodies of our Muslim brothers.

Now he's transporting phosgene from Los Angeles to Newark.

Usually takes him about five days, which gives us just enough time.

We're on.

It's so fucking hot out here.

You Americans are so spoiled.

How do you expect to fight a war if you can't even stand a little heat?

You're a nation of pussies.

Yeah, well, at least Americans fight, you know,

unlike, say, I don't know, for example, the French.

You shit on the French, but

Napol�on conquered the world while you Americans

were still hiding from Indians inside log cabins.

Fucking Napol�on. Napol�on was a tyrannical dictator, okay?

He fucking invaded Egypt.

Did you know he almost converted to Islam after he conquered Egypt?

Yes.

I understand. Roger that. We're moving to intercept.

That was Farik. Let's go.

The critical word is "almost," okay?

That counts for less than shit on Judgment Day.

He died an unbeliever, a kafir.

So right now, I hate to say it, man, but your boy Napol�on is burning in hell.

Whatever.

We just caught a break.

Pakistani security forces working alongside the CIA

nabbed a major terrorist leader in Karachi.

His name Isnabeel al-Salifi. They picked him up yesterday.

And they've been aggressively interrogating him ever since?

Exactly. The guy's a tough son of a bitch.

So far he hasn't cracked.

What does this have to do with the L.A. cell?

Al-Salifi tried to destroy his computer during the raid,

but the techs at Langley have been able to

recover some information, including this.

We're one step closer to identifying that son of a bitch.

What's he doing?

I don't know. This is not one of his regular stops on his schedule.

What do we do now?

We wait and trust Allah, Darwyn.

We're being guided.

We're off schedule.

We should abort.

Not yet.

I'm gonna need you to

back me up...

just like in Mexico.

Oh, yeah.

That's... that's great.

For another 100 bucks, you can get that special treatment we talked about.

Yeah. What the hell?

You only live once, right?

Oh, shit.

Freeze!

Police.

You're under arrest.

Oh, look, officers, I can't get arrested today.

I got a kid at home waiting for me.

Can we work something out ...a couple of freebies?

I'll let you guys play golf... any hole you want.

You got five seconds to walk away, lady.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're letting her go but you're arresting me?

Shut the fuck up.

Put some clothes on. We're going for a ride.

- Now! - Okay. Okay.

Look, officers,

it was just one joint, huh?

I was on my break.

I never drive when I'm high, I swear to God.

Don't use the lord's name in vain.

Hey, this wasn't the plan.

The plans have changed.

Tie him up. Get the keys.

You're up, Tommy boy.

Radical.

By the way, that was

quick thinking with that phony-cop routine.

Saves us from having to dispose of another body.

Relax. Relax. It's just a little insurance

in case we run into any problems.

Fuck.

We need to force that truck off the road immediately.

Our U.C. could get caught in the cross fire.

We need to end this now

because I'm not letting terrorists maintain control

of a truck full of lethal chemicals.

It's al-Sayeed.

Does Tommy know you got that tanker rigged with C4, man?

It's like he's driving a chemical bomb through downtown L.A.

He doesn't need any more distractions.

If we come across a problem, he'll find out soon enough...

as will half of downtown.

A phosgene release this time of day will kill hundreds if not thousands.

Not exactly the casualty rate I expect on Youmud Din, but

it's good enough if worse comes to worst.

Sir, we need to call off the blockade now.

If this tanker blows and releases a chemical cloud of poisonous gas

in the middle of downtown L.A.

All teams, this is S.A.C. Diaz.

Stand down. Let the subject proceed. Repeat.

Stop pursuing the targets and allow them to proceed.

Relax. Relax. I'll...

I'll do whatever you want.

Excellent.

Maybe you are smarter than you look.

Come on. I want to show you something.

Sit down.

Familiar?

It should be. This is your usual cargo route to New Jersey, right?

The man asked you a question. You answer.

Yeah, that's my route.

And these are your regularly scheduled stops along your journey.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Now, according to this schedule, you

should be in Phoenix, Arizona, right now,

and you would have been had you not, uh,

made that unexpected detour to meet with your whore.

What do you want from me?

I like a man who gets to the point.

Now, your standard operating procedures are to call your dispatcher

daily from one of these stops

to confirm that you're on schedule and

that you're not running into any problems.

Is that correct?

How do you know all this? Who are you people?

Yes or no?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah. That's right.

Now, you're gonna call that dispatcher, and

you're gonna tell him that you're in Phoenix

and that everything is running on schedule.

They got caller I.D., man. They'll see I'm still in L.A.

They'll know something's up.

Relax, Mr. Kroeper. We spoofed the line.

They'll see whatever area code we want them to see.

Now, do it and don't screw up.

If you try to be a hero, that will only lead to a very painful death.

Do you understand?

This is dispatch. - Yeah, this is...

This is Jim Kroeper on the Newark run.

Everything's rosy.

"Rosy" is your panic word to indicate a problem.

What did I tell you about trying to be a hero?

This is dispatch...

Dipshit.

Now, we're gonna do this for real,

and this time, if you attempt to alert anyone,

your wife and son in Reno will die.

Jesus Christ.

Peace be upon him.

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

Any word from our U.C.?

No, nothing yet.

Well, Patrice, you should be happy to know

that everything else that's happened today

just got balanced out by some good news.

Oh? What's that?

Our friends from the dark side over at Langley

were able to reconstruct more data on al-Salifi's hard drive.

Faris al-Farik,

our international man of mystery.

We know who he is.

Listen very carefully,

as though your lives depended on it, because they do.

We're going to be transferring the liquid phosgene

from inside that tanker

into these barrels.

During the operation,

you will all be required to wear one of these.

The emergency command vehicle

is going to be refrigerated to the appropriate temperature

in order to keep the phosgene from turning into poison gas.

Now, the main danger comes during the transfer process.

If any liquid leaks

between the tanker

and those barrels,

we all risk contamination,

and that's where our friend Jim comes in handy.

If we do have an undetected phosgene leak,

Jim here will suffer the effects first,

and, as you recall from our little experiment with the dogs,

it's not a pretty picture.

We're using this guy as a guinea pig?

He's a prisoner of war.

Remember, Islam teaches us that we must treat our captives humanely,

which is why I expect you not to make any mistakes.

After all, we wouldn't want our guest here to die of phosgene poisoning

because of your incompetence, now, would we?

That wouldn't be very humane.

All right, brothers,

let's get to work,

and let's try not to get ourselves killed.

His real name is Saad bin Safwan.

He was an officer in the Saudi Arabian national guard.

He spent 1987 to '89 fighting against the Russians in Afghanistan.

Sustained an injury in the field and went home to Riyadh,

where he participated in the liberation of Kuwait

alongside U.S. Forces.

Apparently we didn't make such a good impression, because

the next time he shows up, he's in Somalia,

teaching Mohammed Aidid's men how to shoot down our helicopters

the way he shot down Russian ones in Afghanistan.

"Black Hawk Down"? - Right.

Next he heads north to the Balkans, and he fights with the mujahideen in Bosnia.

Then he follows Bin Laden back to Afghanistan,

fights for the Taliban in their civil war,

and sets up shop teaching recruits at an Al Qaeda training camp.

What about immediate family?

He's got a wife and a daughter in London.

MI-5 is already setting up surveillance.

What's the wife's background?

She's a Palestinian refugee.

She grew up in the west bank before

a British foundation got her a scholarship to study at Edinburgh.

Her brother was a hamas militant who was

killed by the Israelis during a targeted-assassination operation.

Well, that's probably what drew her to Farik.

Excuse me?

I have a brother serving in Iraq in Baquba...

liaison to the city council.

If, God forbid, anything should happen to him,

I'd quit the FBI,

join private security in Baghdad,

and I would kill as many Iraqi insurgents as possible.

Excellent progress.

Jim!

How you doing, Jim? How you feeling?

You breathing easy?

Looks like you're in Amarillo, Texas, by now.

Come on.

Better call your dispatcher

so he doesn't get worried.

- 806 area code. - Got it.

Oh, and, Jim,

remember to mention how much you love those lone star girls.

Your wife's from Lubbock, right?

Starlight dispatch. Operator 14.

Hey, it's Kroeper on the Newark run.

I'm in Amarillo now, and everything's great.

Man, I sure love these Texas girls.

Best racks in America, huh?

I hear you, Jim... Dallas cowboy cheerleaders.

I could party with one of those honeys all night long and never get tired.

Talk to you soon, buddy.

Smooth, Jim. Smooth.

How much longer are we gonna play this game?

I'm supposed to be pulling into Newark by the middle of next week.

Relax, Jim.

We're not gonna be here that long.

Okay. So, there are no reports of any missing shipments of phosgene

within a 100-mile radius of either New York or Washington.

Well, maybe only the Los Angeles cell is active.

No. The legat in Stockholm lost the first

guy, and our second suspect is still

crisscrossing the Midwest.

No, my gut says that the three cells are

planning coordinated attacks on the same day.

I mean, it's Al Qaeda's signature.

Bismillahir rahmanir rahim.

These kabobs are great...

just like my wife used to make.

Ex-wife.

Gentlemen...

like true mujahideen, you have all worked

so hard for so long without complaining, and for that I thank you.

And I would like to share with you

that I have been authorized to reveal the date of Youmud Din.

For too many years, Americans

have deluded themselves into thinking that they're exceptional,

that the laws of history do not apply to them.

Like the pharaoh who persecuted Moses,

they have become secure

in their materialism and their hedonism.

They have defied God

and proclaimed themselves masters of destiny.

But, as every good Muslim knows,

only God is the lord of destiny.

And now it is time

to remind Americans of this truth.

Youmud Din, Judgment Day,

will take place, in sha' Allah, on lailat-ul-baraat,

the night of absolution,

the 15th of shaban.

Hey.

I got to go to the bathroom.

You can shit in your pants for all I care.

Hold on, man. I'll take you.

Hey, Tommy, don't forget to wash your hands after you wipe his ass.

They're gonna kill me, aren't they?

I've seen your faces. I know the date of your plan.

There's no way you're gonna let me go.

Relax, man.

You're not gonna die.

We are.

What's that all about?

I don't know.

What's up?

I'm gonna have to step out for the rest of the night

take care of some business.

Uh, the rest of you, just

just stay here and, uh,

watch the monitors, huh?

Hold on a second.

Farik, we've been cooped up in this place

for two days, no sunlight, fresh air.

Youmud Din is so close.

I think we've earned a right to go out and enjoy ourselves.

We may not have another chance.

The prophet, sallAllahu' alaihi wa sallam,

was compassionate toward his followers.

It's true, Farik.

We are all, all of us, going to die for Allah.

Maybe for just one last time.

All right.

You all have the rest of the night off,

but I need someone to stay and watch over our guest here.

I'll do it.

Good. Now, I, uh...

I don't care what you do for your last hurrah, just...

just be back here for fajr prayer tomorrow.

Tommy...

can I borrow your car since you're staying?

Be safe. - Yeah.

Yeah!

Next up for karaoke... Steve!

Let's hear what you got, Steve!

All right, let's hear it.

- Steve! Let's do it! - Come on, Steve!

What the hell are you doing, Darwyn?

Farik got a call.

He looked disturbed, shocked,

and then he took the night off. I wanted to make sure we knew what was on.

That's what we have S.O. teams for.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, they've lost him before.

That was before. I'm in charge now.

We got Farik covered.

Is there any chance we could take the door of the warehouse now he's gone?

No, no. The entire building's still rigged with explosives.

How's the hostage?

Alive, but I don't know for how much longer.

What about plans for the attack?

Still no target yet, but he's given us a date, the 15th of shaban.

That's the lailat-ul-baraat. It's the, uh...

Oh, the night of absolution, when Allah decrees

the fate of mankind for the year ahead.

I'm impressed.

The more I know about Islam, the better I do my job.

Lailat-ul-baraat

is in two days.

That doesn't give us much time.

We can get a tactical team together by the end of tomorrow.

The moment Farik opens that door, we can shut him the fuck down.

You don't look convinced.

You know, Farik's been through more shit than either one of us can imagine.

He won't make it easy.

Saad.

Samia, what are you doing here?

Your uncle Faisal, he gave me an account number,

said that funds were available if anything

ever happened to you, and then I...

shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

We can't talk about this.

- This room might be bugged. - No, it's not.

I swept for listening devices just like you taught me.

Samia...

You shouldn't have come. You know that.

I'm sorry, but...

on the flight over here,

I tried to think of what I would tell Asma if anything...

You'll tell her that her father is not dead

but alive in paradise.

Martyrs don't even feel the sting of death.

I don't care about paradise.

I want you here with me now.

I want to look forward to you coming back home.

To grow old with me.

I want... - Stop, please.

Why?! Why?!

Because you're the only person who has a hope in hell

of making me change my mind, and I can't.

I can't.

I have a duty. - No!

Don't.

Boy.

Mitt.

Cup.

Good job.

Girl.

Dog.

Good job.

Hey, Tommy.

That's your name, right?

Yeah.

I want to thank you...

for treating me like a human being,

unlike your friends.

They're just tense, man.

They're good men.

They're heroes.

You know...

you remind me of my son, Jake.

He's a good kid. Plays football on the high-school team.

Yeah, I used to

be a running back in high school myself.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

But I got kicked off the team,

fighting with the coach.

Story of my life, man. I always had difficulty obeying authority.

I think that's why I became a Muslim,

because in Islam, you don't answer to other human beings.

You surrender only to your creator.

I never really knew any Muslims until I went to the Gulf.

I fought alongside these Egyptian guys in the 12th mechanized brigade.

Oh, they were good soldiers.

Then they'd stop five times a day for prayers, which I thought was cool,

'cause, hell... most folks I know, they hardly go to church five times a year.

I just wish I'd, uh,

asked them more about their religion.

Look, I-I'm just a...

simple guy, Tommy, but I'm trying to understand.

Look, what I don't get is...

you're an American.

What are you doing with these people?

I'm one of them...

and I believe in our cause.

Come on, Tommy. Look, you're a smart kid.

That stuff I've been hauling,

the phosgene, what do you think they're planning on doing with it, huh?

They're mass murderers. They are going to kill innocent people with that stuff.

Oh, really?

Why don't you give me a fucking break?

Did you pay your taxes last April? - Yeah.

Do you know what percentage of your tax dollars goes toward waging war

on innocent Muslim men, women, and children all over the world,

from the Philippine Islands to Palestine?

You use a $100-million jet

to drop bombs on civilians, and you're a hero.

You deserve a fucking medal.

You take 'em out by blowing yourself up on the corner or on a bus,

and you're a terrorist.

That's bullshit, Tommy.

I went to war as an American soldier, and I am telling you,

American soldiers do not wage war on civilians.

Wow.

Right.

Right.

Oh, look, Tommy, I'm sorry if I offended you.

I did not mean to. - Fuck off, Jim.

We're all saddled up. Anybody got an idea what the target is?

My guess is a large outdoor space with lots of people hanging around...

maybe the third street promenade in Santa Monica.

Maybe the farmers market at the Grove.

I think we will hit Disneyland, I'm sorry to say.

It has the greatest symbolic value.

Why "sorry to say"?

I love Disneyland.

Tommy,

Please, man, I got to go to the bathroom again.

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

The last fucking time, man.

Come on.

Stay back, motherfucker! Stay back! Stay back!

Don't move or I'll blow your...

Not even loaded.

Christian, Ilija.

Farik, he's no longer a threat to us. Let's just tie him up...

No. We're too close.

We can't risk anything else going wrong.

You said yourself we don't need...

Besides, he had an opportunity to cooperate.

Hell, he had an opportunity to escape.

He failed in both.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Samia bin Safwan? I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

What's this all about?

I just want to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

I do mind, if I don't catch this flight, I'm

gonna miss my daughter's ballet recital.

Oh, how fucking tragic. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

I'm a British citizen. This is intolerable.

Well, with the way London subways are running,

I don't think Tony Blair will be coming to your defense.

This room was used by the previous tenant for gas-attack training.

It's airtight,

complete with an exhaust system for filtering out any remaining gas.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kroeper, but your services will no longer be required.

Tommy.

Tommy.

No. Please.

You gave me a bloody nose.

No! No!

Horrible, isn't it?

Imagine this happening to thousands of American infidels.

Tens of thousands.

Not so horrible then, huh?

Okay.

Okay, that's great. Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay.

So, our tactical teams will be in place

two days from now for a full-scale assault on the warehouse,

and, of course, agent al-Sayeed will be working from the inside.

2 days, 48 hours...

it should all be over.

Mommy, can I watch cartoons? - Okay, till lunch, sweetie.

Hey, Marcus, guess what! We're going to a baseball game tomorrow!

Gather around brothers. Gather around.

This is the plan for Youmud Din.

Dodger stadium.

Home to America's greatest pastime, soon to

be home to America's greatest mass grave.

On Youmud Din, in the beginning of the ball game,

one of us

will start a strategically placed fire inside the stands.

The stadium officials will call the fire department,

and, in accordance to their standing emergency-response protocol,

they will evacuate all of the fans onto the field.

But instead of L.A.'s bravest, it's gonna be Islam's bravest

who show up with our emergency command vehicle.

When the vehicle's on the field, it will detonate,

including all of the containers inside of it,

releasing a phosgene cloud

that will blanket the entire stadium within seconds.

Fuckin' awesome.

We'll kill 50,000 unbelievers in one attack.

Well, actually, that number is on the low side.

We're not alone.

What do you mean?

There are two other units of the faithful in two other cities.

On Youmud Din, they will carry out simultaneous attacks

on baseball stadiums in their respective cities

using a mixture of unconventional weapons.

If all three attacks go off as planned,

in sha' Allah, the death toll could rise up to 150,000.

It'll be the biggest disaster in American history.

Farik, do you really think we can pull off

an attack of this magnitude and complexity

in such little time?

15th of shaban is

only 2 days away.

Darwyn, you are using the wrong calendar.

The traditional ulama calculates Islamic dates

based on the moon sighting over Mecca.

According to the Saudi calendar, the 15th of shaban is tomorrow.

In a few short hours...

In a few short hours,

the sun will rise,

and we will enter paradise.