All language subtitles for Sleeper Cell - S02 E01 - Al-Baqara aka The Cow (720p WEB-DL)

Previously on Sleeper Cell...

Remember:
all the laws of men are evil,

only the laws of God are just.

I'm putting together a team
of holy warriors...

Ilija, a Bosniak.

That poor guy saw
his whole family get butchered

by orthodox serbs and catholic croats.

I pledge my absolute fealty
to a life of struggle,

a life of jihad...

I'm Gayle.
I live next door to Bobby and Nadia.

This is brother Ziad.

He's our accountant down here.

Farik's had us customizing a truck...

make it look like an L.A.F.D.
Emergency command vehicle.

Dodger stadium.

They will carry out simultaneous attacks

the death toll could rise up to 150,000.

Faris al-Farik,
we know who he is.

His real name is Saad bin Safwan.

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

- I'm Carli, by the way.
- Thanks, Carli.

It's a Dodger game.

Field teams, with me!

Marcus!

You are fucked, Saad.

Carli.

I was wondering if you might know
a place that I could stay...

just for a little while.

You may have won a battle.

War will go on.

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2x01 Al-Baqara

I haven't finished my prayer yet.

You fucking infidels!

I haven't finished my prayer yet!

I haven't finished my prayer yet!

I got a call this morning--

when you were in the shower.

The bureau's offering me a teaching job,

at Quantico.

FBI academy?

They want me to teach counter terrorism.

Cover techniques,

relate my personal experience,

that sort of thing.

Hey Marcus, don't go up to far.

Well, that's great.
I mean, that's--

like a normal job.

Regular hours,

boring,

safe--

What did you tell 'em?

I didn't.

Not, not yet.
I just said I--

I'd think about it.

You want to know what I think?

I think it's perfect.

We could go somewhere new,
start out fresh.

Yeah.

Besides,

you make a great teacher.

Anybody home?

Agent Al-Sayeed.

Agent Serxner.

- You want some coffee?
- No, I'm good. I'm good, thank you.

How is decompression treating you?

It's good, it's good.

Any news on my buddy Farik?

They break him yet?

That information is compartmentalized.

I haven't been written on the program.

But the answer's no.

Can't say I'm surprised.

So...

What are you doing in San Diego?

You remember Benito Velasquez?

From Lompoc?

Benny?

Maravilla?

Gang member.

Converted in prison,
studies with the librarian.

Right after your release,
he stepped up to the play.

Filled your shoes as the librarian's
right hand man.

What does that have to do with me?

Velazquez was released a few months ago.

Move in at his parents in Boyle Heights.

And he seems
to have been staying out of trouble,

keeping his nose clean.

- But?
- But.

Yeah, but...

he was recently spotted
at the Islamic center here in San Diego.

Attending a mosque.
So we put a tail on him.

Turns out he's been driving down here
for services every weekend.

So why does he need to attend
a mosque in L.A. unless he's been...

ordered to stay away
from local Islamic community.

It's just the first operational rule
of an Islamic extremist sleeper cell.

No public displays of faith
so he's not to draw the attention...

Attention of law enforcement.
So you want me...

to check him out?

Patricia, what you should do?

Bring in a new U.C, start from scratch.

Have him buddy up to Benito.

Make friends, go from there.

Yeah...

But that would all require time, money
and effort that haven't been allocated.

You're already here,
you're the best we have.

I'm done.

Gayle brought Marcus
down here on vacation.

You already helped to save
the city of Los Angeles, Darwin,

you don't have to save Gayle Bishop.

That is none of your business.

And I'm not trying to save her,
I'm trying to get my life back together.

You know, and truthfully, I...

I really don't need you
or anybody from the bureau

trying to tell me how to do that.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I do.
That is your business.

But Benito Velazquez is FBI business.

He was in prison with you,
so you're legit in his book.

He's in San Diego.
You're in San Diego...

I don't know.

Allah works in mysterious ways.

Okay.

Okay.

One condition.

Gayle's sister
and her family are in town.

So I'm gonna need the bureau
to hook me up

with a stack of platinum passport
and tickets to SeaWorld.

and a dinner with Shamu show.

Marcus loves whales.

What the fuck man!

Good to see you remember me, Danny.

Paradise is in the shadow
of the fucking soldiers, man.

How did you find me?

I saw you praying at the mosque.

But I didn't want to talk you there

in case the cops and
the feds were watching.

So I followed you.

Means I should be a little more careful.

Look, Benny,

The shipping I was doing in L.A.

a while back, it was...
It was big,

You might have read about it,
seen something on the news?

Yeah, I know.

That thing in L.A.

Done with your heart, but I don't think
we should be seen like this.

Just listen to me.

I got a plan and I need your help.

I got an on on the FBI bitch
that fucked up that thing in L.A.

Now I can get to her.

Make her an example.

Payback.

But I can't do it alone.

Sorry about it, bro'.

You got me all wrong, man.

All that radical hate the librarian
was preaching back in Lompoc?

I bought into that shit
to survive prison.

I ran with the brother
to keep my ass safe, alright man?

Now that I'm out,
I mean, I turned the page.

I'm a peaceful brother.

We can strike a blow for the cause.

Sorry Darwin,
you got the wrong guy.

Don't come see me again, bro'.

I'd have to call the cops.

The weekend of September 24, 2005,
you met with two men in Las Vegas.

The leader of the New York cell
was Alvas Faquila,

also known as Dimitri Gonus,

true identity Rachid Muammar Al Touf
of El Jihad Egypt.

The leader of the Washington D.C. cell

operated under the name of Julio Torrez.
What's his real name?

Is he known by any other aliases?

What's his country of origin?

Did he do Jihad with you in Afghanistan?

You wanna go back
to the water room, son?

You almost drown the last time.

Come on, man,

we've been going over
the same shit for months.

Give me an answer.

Emilio Torrez got away, huh?

You gotta hand it to those Hispanics,

But you know, we... We conquered Spain,

and made it an integral part
of the Muslim, world.

Well, close to eight hundred years, so.

I'm not surprised Emilio Torrez
outsmarted you.

Let's change of subject.

Who is the African-American member
of your cell?

His name was...

His name was Martin...

Martin Luther King.

Come on, son!

Oh, excuse me.

Faris al-Farik.

I'd like a fucking jihad
for christ sakes.

Now, do me a favor, Bob.

Babysit this rag head for me
while I go to the bathroom.

I gotta take a SH-I...

or is it a Suni?

Come on!

All right?

Why do you sit there with your...

pen and paper, day after day?

I know this is being recorded.

Audio, video.

What's the point?

It's my process.

Sure you had a process.

Maybe you still do.
Even now.

I know, I would.

So, no bites from Velazquez?

No, I think he's clean.

Best leave him in peace.

Keep an eye on him just in case.

Sounds like a plan.

I thought you'd be at SeaWorld.

Pleased on these platinum passports
with Gayle and the kids.

Yeah...

You see, Gayle sister has this husband.

He and I don't really get along.
It might be awkward.

Thought it'd be better to hang back.

That's very diplomatic of you.

So?

- That's it?
- That's it, you're off the clock.

I'm going overseas for a few weeks,

maybe T.D.Y. with the joint terrorism
taskforce in the Sudan.

They've got uncovered

a recently dismantled Al-Qaeda
training-camp just outside Khartoum.

So I'm gonna go with the evidence
collection-team check out.

Listen, I'm taking...

Gayle and Marcus at dinner
a little bit later,

you want tag along?

I have a plane to catch.

I think it might be awkward.

Probably best I hang back.

That's very diplomatic of you.

Perfect timing.

Dinner is served.

What are you listening to?

Now, we are plugged into each other.

Cool man.

But this isn't really plug-in.

This is plug-in.

You always drink tea here.

Americans, they never drink tea.

I started drinking tea

in the mountains of a town called

Ruransha

in the coast province of Afghanistan,

with my Mujahidin brothers.

I gave them stingers,
they gave me tea.

I've been wondering, but
I'm not sure who got the better deal.

I would very much like a cup of tea.

Alright.

Time to pick up where we left off.

Who is the African-American
member of your cell?

And I swear to Allah,

if you say Malcolm X,
I'm gonna kick your balls

up into your throat
and hold them until you choke on 'em.

It wasn't Malcolm X,

it's Colin Powel.

Nothing even close to the front page.

I'm happy to say
I'm not a star anymore.

You're a cooking star.

You know, every time we have sex,

it's like the ultimate "fuck you"

to Bush, Cheney,

and the all 9/11 plot.

I just keep picturing

Giuliani and the rest of those assholes,

supervising the whole thing from that
fifteen million dollars bunker,

on the twenty third floor
of building seven.

You know, that's where they broadcast
the homing signal from,

to make sure
the planes will hit the towers.

I know. And the Pentagon was actually
hit by a CIA group of hawk drones

so the administration
could start an endless war

and turn America into a police state.

And what idiot could believe
that Osama Ben Laden,

and his cave dwelling Muslim militia

manage to outsmart the C.I.A.

the N.S.A.
and the Pentagon.

Unless,
uncle Sam was behind the whole thing.

Not me.

Get the fuck in the car.

The hell know who you guys are, don�t'�

- Shut the fuck-up.
- I'll shoot you man.

What the fuck
are you doing in San Diego?

I'm on vacation,
I'm hanging out.

Don't fucking bullshit me.

Are you the fifth jahid?

I don't know what you're talking about!

The one who was never identified,
that was you, wasn't it?

- Fuck you!
- Wasn't it?

You don't talk to me motherfucker,
you are a dead man.

Are you the fifth jahid?

Yeah.

- That was me.
- No one's following you.

No one's looking for you, why?

- Why?
- I'm a ranger.

3rd battalion, 75th regiment.

Survival, invasion, resist until escape,
I was fucking trained to do this shit.

I find it difficult to believe
you're that good.

To escape the authorities
and no one got a picture of you?

Here is what they taught me,

against them.
I got the hell out of L.A.

and I've been hiding out ever since.

Did you know we had people at Dodgers
stadium watching your every move?

Shall I bring 'em here
and tell you what they saw?

That's fucking true,
you had me on a gun in my face!

You are to kill me,
or you'll be kissing my ass.

I'm telling you the fucking truth.

Get out!

Tell me something I don't know, son.

Tell me something I don't know
so we both could get some sleep.

I would like...

a cup of tea, please.

You got to give before you get.

In that case,

give...

Agent Serxner my regards.

Isn't that the name of your lead agent
in the L.A. operation?

Yeah,
Patrice Serxner.

Jesus Christ!

Are you bureau people from here
leaving the most basic trade craft?

Ever heard of using a pseudo name?

Or information discipline?

You're jumping to conclusions.

Because he knows her name
doesn't mean it came from us.

Besides, where's that info going anyway?

Yo, Darwin!

Motherfucker!

Don't you think I recognize
your torn away ass underneath that mask?

I was the fucking driver, man.
I never laid a fucking hand on you, man.

I'm sorry about that shit, alright?

We had to fuckin' test you, man.

We had to check you out.

Look, man,

come to this address

back in L.A. tonight, ten o'clock.

If not,

don't come see me again.

What's all this?

It's the latest thing as a radio.

Personal video phones, bro.

Charge a couple bucks a minute

to call your friends and family
back home in Mexico.

But today, we're getting a call.

Salam aleikum, brother Al-Hakim.

Who are you?

You may call me Khalid.

I'm the sheikh
of a group of Mujahidin

who's sole purpose is to avenge
our defeat in Los Angeles.

The defeat, you're a part of, brother.

I confirmed with our sources that you--

are the fifth jahid.

The one that escaped identification.

Such a man could be of use to me.

You know I was a part
of a team that failed?

Sometimes, failure is a great motivator.

Offering you a comeback.

One condition:

Operation has been forced to move very,
very slowly, due to a...

scarcity of liquid funds.

And you are one of brother Farik
most trusted men.

And I must believe,

privee to his personal
funding connections.

So your Jihad is cash poor,
you need me to hook you up.

Our accountant disappeared
after the failed L.A. attacks.

Just fell of the grid.

Perhaps you can find him.

I'll be in touch, brother Darwin.

Good luck.

Insha'Allah, we will speak again.

Oh God. Darwin.

Have been worried sick about you.
Where the hell have you been?

Oh my God, what happened to your face?

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

- I'm fine.
- You want...

I just wanted to make sure
you and Marcus got back

in San Diego okay.

Yeah.

I'm here, I'm fine.

Let me...

Marcus missed you, I missed you.

You gonna tell me
what happened to that face, okay?

I missed you too.

Look, something happened.

I can't talk about it.

I can't take that job in Quantico.

Not yet.

Parolees, please have
your four digits ident number

ready for your counselors.

We get checked with N.S.A.
for any intercepted foreign traffic

terminating at the subject location.

My guess is,
he was somewhere in that building,

Undedicated, close targeted.

There's no way he's laying out there

much sensitive intel
over a normal phone line.

What about Ziad?

We stayed up on him.

We haven't brought him
just in case he tries to connect

with any of his old network contacts.

Like me.

Holly shit!

You're a fucking disgrace.

Drugs, whores.

Mujahidin are dying on
the fucking street of Bagdad everyday.

And you, throwing a fucking party.

Listen man, I'm sorry man.

I was scared,
all these months I've been hiding out.

I'm a fucking nervous wreck.

Any minute I'm thinking,

any minute,
that C.I.A. are gonna come in.

Federales, F.B.I.

Put a bag on my head,

take me to some secret jail
and have me jerk off a stand

or they stick a dog on my nacked ass!

What the fuck you think
I've been doing, Ziad, huh?

Laying low is one thing,

burning a Jihad fund on blow and pussy,

is another.

Okay, I've just been chump change.

To release tension, okay?

Cheap hookers, cheap blow.

Put on your clothes, man.

Party's over.

I need you and--

the cause need you.

Break me, go ahead.

So what?

I've already been replaced.

Except that your world,

is never gonna be safe again.

until you make peace
with Islam, on our terms.

I don't feel like
breaking his nose today.

I'm gonna be back in fifteen minutes.

Roger that.

You gentlemen wanna grab a cup?

You know,

I grow up kind of like you.

I come from a fundamentalist
family myself.

Evangelical bible thumpers
from Sandusky, Ohio,

that's right outside of Cleveland.

My parents dragged me
to church every Sunday.

Bible school, the all works.

And then, when I was nine years old,

just before Christmas,

I fell through the ice, on Picaro creek.

I was dead for twenty one minutes.

Nothing happened.

There was no light,

no voices, no angels.

Just...

nothing.

And that's why I figured it out.

That's, why,
crack the organized religion code.

I realized it was just a mind game.

Greatest story ever told.

A fucking hustle.

Started to help people
with their fear of death,

and then snatched up by a few

as a powerful tool
to control the masses.

Fear of God.

Invisible man.

Pure fucking genius.

Hell, if my old man was a Muslim,

instead of a Christian
and I hadn't fallen through the ice

I'd be looking to slam
a plane into a building too.

Face it, my friend.

There's no paradise waiting for you.

No virgins ready
to suck you off for all eternity.

Which means that everything you've done

all the pain that you've inflicted,

all the suffering you've gone through,

and all the suffering you're gonna put
yourself through from here and out.

All of it.

Is for nothing.

Brother al-Hakim.

Please, sit, sit.

I made contact
with our accountant in Mexico.

Each of these cards
access a different account

fifty thousand dollars in it.

Pin numbers are on the back.

Use the store ATM. Check the balances.

They were buying groceries,

first time I came here.

Had instructions to kill you
if there was any trouble.

Glad it didn't come to that.

Me too.

Saalam Aleikum, brother Darwin.

Aleikum as-salaam.

I am Salim.

I have to apologize.

I was in the car in San Diego.

I recognize the accent.

Salim is my right hand.

He's an engineer from Iraq,
by way of the U.K.

Of course you know brother Benito.

He's gang connection
who will be very useful

in the coming weeks.

It's all good.

Of course, it is.

I'm Mina.

It's an honor to meet you Darwin.

Brother Khalid says
you're a valued mujahid.

Maybe someday, you can share
some of your experiences with us.

German?

Dutch, actually.

I thought she was French.

Since when do we involve
women in our operations?

Since when do we not?

The first martyr in Islam was a woman,

- Sumayya
- Sumayya, I know.

She was killed in front of her children
for accusing to worship idols.

She wasn't some white chick
from Amsterdam.

It's very simple.

My husband is--

was a dedicated holy warrior,

expert in demolitions.

He died a martyr�s death,
fighting Americans in Iraq.

But not before he told me
everything he knew about Islam.

And how to blow things up.

Brother Darwin has secured the funding
for us to continue our operations.

Our attack.

Brother Benito will find you
a place to stay under the radar.

Don't worry,

we won't need her for very long.

Ilija, what's going on?
What are doing out of the apartment?

It's time for me to go.

There have been no new reports
about the Dodgers' stadium attack

for a long time,
the story is finally dying down.

I think it's finally safe
to risk travel.

I cleaned the apartment.

No fingerprints, no D.N.A, fibers,
it will be as if I never existed.

I'll try to make it to Canada.

I packed a suitcase for you.

I can drop you off at home
and you'll never see me again...

Or?

Or you can come with me.

So, what's up? What� What are we doing?

Just go on target, or--

Patience, patience, I just--

I want your help running
a few errands, that's all.

Flashing wheels.

You know for a believer who's...

crying about not having
an access to enough funds.

you can do an entire op
for the cost of this ride.

It's my one indulgence.

Besides, a Land Cruiser,

it's the vehicle of choice
for holy warriors around the world.

Tell me about your former leader,
brother Farik.

What's to tell?

He was hardcore...

always three steps ahead
of everybody else,

smartest guy in the room and...

a true believer.

But he got caught, you didn't.

Maybe Allah was to busy
to watch over us both that day.

Maybe I just got lucky.

Is this the errand?

Drag me out of bed in the middle
of the night to wash your car.

Relax.

My vehicle needs something good
for where we are going.

Come on, I love this car.

You know it's equipped
with a GPS tracking system?

Programmed with all the cell phones
of my mujahidin,

It tracked your cell phone

to California Department of Corrections.

It got me thinking.

Why would an ex-con

be meeting with his parole officer

when he's supposed to be hiding
from every cop in the country.

L.A.P.D. is cooperating with us.

We're feeding a story to the local news

that our corpse was a victim
of a late night car-jacking.

We gave them the name
on the driver's license.

Khalid Nour al-Din.

And that's where it's gonna stand to.

We can leave prints running through
system, find out who he really was.

You go handle that grand-jury for me?

I'll cover.

What about the card?

Techs have been telling us
it's a secure I.D. authenticator.

It's a microprocessor card
running on a virtual private network.

The L.A.D. shows information
downloaded to the card,

information that changes
every few seconds.

The numbers looked like a URL.

Might have been Khalid's way of...

receiving communication from overseas.

What about the new cell?
Are you gonna round them up?

Not yet.

The longer we play this out,

the more communication we can get from
whoever is on the other end of the card.

The higher up we can move
on the arcade of chain of command.

Okay.

But if we're going do this,

we better get our gang faces back on.

I've been treating his half assed.

Get my case agent back
from the Sudan and let's get focused.

I don�t have any... I'm sorry,
I don't, I don't...

No men allowed!

- Agent Serxner? - Patrice?

Agent Serxner?

Fuck me.

Over here.

Call the embassy now.

Bob!

I want to see Bob!

It's on all the fucking news
this morning.

In car-jacking?

It's a fancy Land Cruiser
they chose at random.

Bloody fucking hell!

I can't believe it!

What are we supposed to do now?

What we supposed to do?

Khalid was our leader.

He was the only one who knew the target.

He was in touch with the base.

He was our most experienced guy.

With him gone...

What do you think we should do?

I think we should keep going.

If we give up now
and abandon the mission then...

Khalid is just another dead Muslim

killed by an American bullet.

He would...

He would want us to stay strong.

He's right.

We have to stay on the true path.

But we need a new leader.

I knew Khalid better than any of you.

I was his right hand.

It should be me.

No, man.

Darwin is one
of the most experience now.

I still have...

contact with the base,

overseas.

I knew Khalid best, he trusted me!

I trust you too, Salim.

We all do.

But you're not ready.

I also think it's best.
Darwin's the one.

Come here. All of you.

I want you to repeat after me:

I pledge my absolute fealty

to a life of struggle,

to a life of Jihad,

against all the enemies of God.

I pledge my absolute fealty

to a life of struggle,

a life of Jihad,

against all the enemies of God.

I know,

that any who break this oath

break it to their own hurt.

But who so fulfills
this covenant with God,

God will give them a mighty reward.

You want to tell me something?

Julio Torrez.

What about him?

I'll give you his real name.

But I want something.

I want a cup of hot tea.

Fair enough.

Tariq Abdul Hakeem.

He's a Saudi, like me.

And everywhere that the Arab mujahidin
went in Afghanistan,

in the start of the...

anti-Soviet jihad till the end.

He was there.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, I've been thinking
about what you told me.

Why you think,

everything I've done is bullshit. Why...

you think it's a fact that...

there's nothing more to existence
than this cell we're locked in.

And the true fact

is that when you were a boy,

your faith was tested,

and you failed.

Just like you gonna fail with me.

He's a pop star.

What?

Tariq Abdul Hakeem.

He's like the Bob Dylan in Saudi Arabia

He's still fucking with us.

It's Diaz.

Something happened.

It's gonna be all over C.N.N,
Larry King,

and the front page
of every newspaper tomorrow.

You should know before all that.

Know what?

Do you have an internet access
where you are?

Yeah, yeah.

Just let me give you
the website address.

Alright, hold on.

Okay, go ahead.

Alright, I got it.