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(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

FATIHA: A man came to the Prophet and asked...

"Who deserves the best of me?"

(MEN GRUNTING)

QADIR: What'd he say?

-(GRUNTING CONTINUES) -(THUDS)

(METAL CLANGS)

FATIHA: The Prophet said...

"Your mother."

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

FATIHA: It goes on. The man asked...

"Then who?"

-(GRUNTING CONTINUES) -(THUDS)

(THUDS)

FATIHA: The Prophet said, "Your mother" again.

QADIR: Then who?

-(GRUNTING CONTINUES) -(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

FATIHA: The Prophet replied, "Your mother."

-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)

QADIR: Three times?

FATIHA: Yeah.

QADIR: And then who?

(MAN SIGHS)

-(DISTANT MUSIC PLAYING) -(SIGHS)

-(CLACKS) -LATIF: Shit.

(TAP SQUEAKS)

(CLATTERS)

Oh, shit.

(CLUNKS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING STOPS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CLATTERS)

Khadija, honey, I'm working.

FATIHA: (SOBBING) Baba, it's me.

-Faati. - FATIHA: Baba...

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Slow down. Slow down.

FATIHA: I think she's gone.

(CRYING)

Mama's gone.

WOMAN: Her death was sudden.

But thank the Lord she died in peace.

Now, you have to pray for her now.

Give her all your prayers.

Think about her.

Each, each prayer that you have.

She can hear you.

The hearing is the last to go.

(SOFTLY) I'm gonna...

I'll do my best to take care of 'em, Mama.

I just wish you hadn't left.

WOMAN: And let her know...

that you'll be praying for her.

Okay?

She has to talk to the angels now.

So this is it.

You okay?

We good. Yes, you are.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERS)

-(SNIFFLING) -(ZIZI COOING)

ABDUL: You all right?

I'm doing all right. Thank you, Sheikh.

This will always be your home, you know.

LATIF: Thank you.

ABDUL: It's okay to cry, Qadir. It's okay.

Allah's got us.

MAN: The Janazah prayer...

will be after the Dohr sala inshallah.

(PRAYING IN ARABIC)

(MAN 2 PRAYING IN ARABIC)

(ALL PRAYING IN ARABIC)

LATIF: (IN ENGLISH) My Lord.

You take her from me...

and you expect me to bow down to you.

(SOMBER CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

LATIF: I thought I was your sword.

Tried to keep our people safe.

Now I have to fill her shoes.

Mama.

Faati. Come on. I got a surprise for y'all.

-FATIHA: I'm coming. -LATIF: All right.

What y'all think? Just like Mama's Ramadan spread, huh?

Smells different.

It tastes the same.

We doing good?

Yes, ma'am. Made a big sale on the road.

I'mma show you how I sell, Baba.

I've been watching those Mormons go door to door.

You see what Mama made?

She made all of these for us.

LATIF: I see her everywhere.

(CLATTERS)

(ZIZI CRYING)

LATIF: Finish your fractions.

This wasn't the plan.

I'm breaking.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

MIKE: Latif, it's Mike.

You left a mess in that bathroom.

I had to clean it up.

You owe me. You understand?

Now, this Korean is after my nephew, and...

-(BEEPS) -(CLACKS)

LATIF: (GROANS) Fucking Mike.

-(ZIZI WHINES) -Hey, Zizi. Hey, hey, hey.

-How you doin', huh? -(ZIZI COOING)

You're clean.

(SNIFFS) You're clean!

(COOING)

-You're clean. -(CHUCKLING)

I don't smell nothin'!

-Huh? You hungry? -(COOS)

Huh? You want some food?

(ZIZI CRYING)

QADIR: You need any help?

I need you to finish your work.

(ZIZI CONTINUES CRYING)

LATIF: Seven, eight, nine, ten.

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLACKS)

You need to knock.

(ZIZI CONTINUES CRYING)

We're running out of your mother's milk.

-(EXHALES) -LATIF: I just counted.

We got, like, ten left.

Let me check.

(SIGHS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, you're right. We're running... low.

(CLACKS)

LATIF: Whose Wi-Fi are you using?

The Mormons in the other unit.

Think we got enough for three, four days?

I don't know. Maybe one or two days.

(SIGHS)

(LIQUID POURING)

(ZIZI CRYING)

LATIF: Mother never used formula. (SIGHS)

It ain't gonna work.

We have to try.

LATIF: All right. All right. All right.

-Hey. -LATIF: Go with your sister,

-go with your sister. -Okay. Okay.

-(CRYING) -Hey.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

(CRYING STOPS)

Mmm... This one's good.

-(SPLUTTERS) -Oh, okay. Okay.

-(ZIZI CRYING) -I know my kids.

Qadir, clean that up.

We're gonna go to the mosque...

see if any of the sisters there are nursing.

I think we should try again.

LATIF: We're doing this your mama's way.

Pack up your books.

FATIHA: Are we all going?

After what I saw? Yeah.

(VEHICLES PASSING BY)

(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(ZIZI CRYING)

LATIF: Oh, here, baby. Here, baby. I know, I know.

I know. We gonna get you fed.

Hey, no.

Why we not take Mama's car?

Nah, this ride's way better.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(ZIZI FUSSING)

LATIF: Hang in there, Zizi. I know you're hungry.

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) Let me see if I'm making any milk.

I hope I'm not inconveniencing y'all.

-(ZIZI CRYING) -Never.

By the way, the Imam wants to see you outside.

(SINGING IN ARABIC)

WOMAN: (IN ENGLISH) All right, all right.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(SINGING FADES)

I didn't see you at prayers today.

(SIGHS) I lost track of time.

(THUDS)

I taught you better than this.

You sat right here with Khadija...

promising that you were done being a bitch-ass hitman.

That man murdered Imam Bashir in cold blood.

The Feds did nothing.

The Rasul met his enemies with mercy.

Violence was a last resort.

LATIF: He killed a holy man.

Jail would have been a mercy.

These men ain't got no code. They're lawless.

Sometimes, you gotta take things into your own hands.

And money had nothing to do with it?

You're lucky your van is registered here.

What if that Arab showed up at your front door?

Mike came here?

Well, what'd he want?

You tell me.

He said you're not picking up his calls.

Well, I've been a little busy homeschooling...

cooking meals, and cleaning.

You can ask the kids.

It's time to put down the gun, Latif.

I don't use a gun, Sheikh. I run with my own code.

If I even feel a sense of danger...

coming anywhere near this community...

or your kids, I will...

It ain't gonna happen again, Sheikh.

May I be excused?

(EXPLOSION AND GUNFIRE ON TV)

Qadir, no games with guns. You know the rules.

QADIR: It's cool, Baba. I'm mowing down ISIS.

FATIHA: I told him to stop.

I'm sorry, Latif. She's not latching.

Ramadan must have dried me out.

You know anybody else that's nursing?

DANA: You tried the milk bank at the WIC?

Nah. I stay away from Uncle Sam.

DANA: The mosque up north got a support group tonight.

LATIF: Ah, thanks. I'll look into it.

-(GUNSHOTS ON TV) -(ZIZI COOS)

-QADIR: You got cooked! -Qadir, turn it off.

Where are you headed?

LATIF: Dana found this, uh...

breast milk support group in Richmond at night.

So, you're gonna end it with Mike?

I got it under control, Sheikh.

QADIR: Ready, Baba.

All right, little man.

QADIR: Salam, Sheikh.

LATIF: Sister.

DANA: Good luck on the milk.

(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING)

ABDUL: (LAUGHS) Right here. Right here. (EXCLAIMS)

-(RAIN PATTERING) -(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

LATIF: All right, we got a simple plan.

Faati, you're gonna go...

to the breast milk support group.

Ask the ladies if they got some spare milk packets.

So I'm begging for breast milk.

LATIF: No, no, no.

We're not begging or asking for a handout.

Then what are we doing?

We're gonna get Zizi fed. That's what we doing.

(ZIZI COOING)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(CHILDREN PLAYING)

(MAN PRAYING OVER SPEAKER)

QADIR: Are you going inside?

Baba, you gonna pray?

Who's gonna watch Zizi?

We could take turns.

That's a good thought, Qadir.

That's a good thought.

(MUFFLED CLAMORING)

MAN 1: Hey! Get out of the way!

MAN 2: Hey! Get back here!

MAN 1: Move! Move! Move! Hey! Come back!

MAN 2: Stop her!

MAN 1: Hey!

Faati!

WOMAN: Somebody stop that girl!

FATIHA: No!

-(SMACKS) -(GROANS)

QADIR: Baba! No!

LATIF: Don't you ever put your hands...

-on my daughter again! -MAN 1: Easy, man.

She ran off with a purse.

It wasn't even about the purse.

Stupid lady.

(MAN PRAYING OVER SPEAKER)

MAN 1: You could take a step outside.

We need a moment with your dad.

Go sit with Qadir.

I'll be out in a minute.

MAN 1: Leave it there.

(THUDS)

QADIR: Ooh...

-Faati's going to jail. -FATIHA: (SIGHS) Shut up.

MIKE: Right. I got it.

You try these dates?

So good.

-(THUDS) -(LOCK CLICKS)

MIKE: As-salaam alaikum, brother.

Wa alaikum salam, Mike.

MIKE: So sorry for your loss.

A good woman...

but not a fan of our relationship.

Mmm...

You trying to avoid me?

LATIF: I thought they said they called the cops.

Ah, don't worry about that. I run security.

All right, look,

I got some shit going on right now, Mike.

I gotta keep pushing.

You left that skinhead wrapped up in the bathroom.

It was all over the news.

You owe me.

Right now ain't the time.

-(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) -Latif.

MAN: Get the fuck out of my way!

Twenty fucking minutes I'm waiting!

Fucking door. Fix your goddamn fucking door.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) They're giving me shit for vaping out there.

-(SPEAKING ARABIC) -(IN ENGLISH) They got me...

wearing this shit. I look like a goddamn Arab Ku Klux Klan.

This is your secret weapon?

Wow. Mashallah. As-salaam alaikum, brother.

You used to be my Quran teacher.

Nah, I just sell oils and perfumes.

MIKE: Sit down.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) This is my nephew, Haytham.

We have a problem. This Korean's after him.

He thinks my nephew traffics women.

HATTY: He's got jihadi vibes...

just like you.

But Jesus style.

You know what I need you to do.

You know, y'all got the wrong guy.

Clearly.

MIKE: Latif, I gave you a purpose.

I protected you from the Feds. I gave you work.

Does that not mean anything?

Mike, I appreciate everything you did for me. I really do.

-Do you? -LATIF: Yeah.

But I don't appreciate you throwing this shit in my face.

All right. Peace.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

HATTY: As-salaam alaikum, my bro.

(CHORAL HUMMING PLAYING)

HATTY: This was your plan?

You get my Quran teacher to take out the Korean?

(CHUCKLES)

Habibi, you have so much to learn.

Don't underestimate Latif.

(MIKE IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) To punish without mercy.

(DOOR THUDS)

Where's my kids?

Hey! Where's my kids?

Here.

LATIF: Hey, Faati! Faati!

-MAN: Right there. -(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Get out. Get out of the van now!

Why? Qadir just wanted something to drink.

I got bored waiting.

Here. You take the keys.

-Get in the car. Lock it. -Bye.

Get out of this van...

-with Zizi. Go. -Okay, Baba.

What you doing, man?

You filming?

Turn it off.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MIKE IN ARABIC)

(LAUGHTER)

LATIF: (IN ENGLISH) What did you say about my son, Mike?

Just saying he likes the ladies.

Don't fuck around with me, man.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What you doing bringing hookers up to the masjid?

HATTY: Yo, teach. They're not hookers.

We were in the middle of filming.

-We dropped in to see you. -Hey.

Don't say shit to me.

I will slap your teeth to the right side of your mouth.

Yeah, I can take you, bro.

MIKE: Go ahead, lose your cool, Latif. Come on.

Wonder what all these people gonna think...

when they know who you really are.

(INHALES)

MIKE: See how quickly they take away your kids.

Remember, I keep you safe.

I got this great read. Hmm?

Name's on the bookmark.

You have one day.

As-salaam alaikum, sister.

Where are the kids? I haven't seen them.

(SINGS IN ARABIC)

MAN: As-salaam alaikum, brother.

(HATTY CONTINUES SINGING IN ARABIC)

-(IN ENGLISH) Yeah. -(MAN COUGHS)

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(LATIF GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GUNFIRE ON TELEVISION)

(SHATTERING)

QADIR: Baba, look...

That white man's jihadin' all these fools.

You fought too, right?

LATIF: That's not how you use the word, man.

Go brush your teeth.

Man, I was really digging this movie.

LATIF: Hold up.

Tell me the meaning of jihad.

Someone who struggles or fights their ego...

in the way of God.

Excellent.

Now use it in a sentence.

A woman popped her booby out tonight...

and it was like a jihad for me...

'cause I wanted to stare at them...

if you know what I mean.

You makin' that up?

No.

The nipple was brown.

But I looked away, I swear.

One of the ladies saw that Zizi was hungry and fed her.

And you let her?

I mean, she was hungry and crying so much...

so one of the ladies just popped it out.

Go brush your teeth.

Next time somebody do something like that...

you gotta tell me.

Like what? Being nice?

But you... Baba, you wanted...

Zizi to drink some mother's milk.

Allah opened his blessed doors...

and let her drink some of that divine feminine elixir.

You want to explain to me why you stole from the mosque?

You wanna explain to me why your homies

brought hookers to the mosque?

They were there to learn about Islam.

You really want me to believe that?

Allah is the turner of hearts.

Instead of being judgmental...

you should make duaa for those sisters.

(FATIHA CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Yeah. I'll make duaa for them.

Like I made duaa for Mama to come back.

(CHUCKLES)

It's all a joke to you, right? That's funny.

Yeah. People praying to nothing is funny, Baba.

And I know you feel the same. You stopped praying too.

Mm-mm. I pray.

Come on, Baba. We didn't even go to Jummah today.

(CHUCKLES)

Go bring me your laptop.

What does that have to do...

with anything we're talking about right now?

Go bring me your laptop.

I saw that chipmunk porn nonsense.

It's clouding your heart.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Yeah, Shaytan's sent demon bunnies to make love.

That's clouding my heart.

Right.

It's got nothing to do with you leaving.

LATIF: Go on, say what you got to say.

You blame me for your mother's death?

You were never around.

I keep a roof over your head...

food on the table, and the wolves from the door.

I carry no guilt in my heart.

Then why we runnin' around the city...

looking for someone to feed Zizi?

She's already got everything she needs.

May I be excused?

-(THUDS) -Ooh, Faati got...

FATIHA: I'll punch you in your throat!

(LATIF PRAYING SOFTLY)

(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)

PASTOR HWAN: I baptize you in the name of the Father ...

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

(SPLASHES)

(LAUGHTER)

(PEOPLE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

PASTOR HWAN: This is what liberation looks like.

MALE HOST: So you served in Iraq, is that right?

PASTOR HWAN: Yes, sir, I did.

Pardon me.

That's an IED blast.

I was left for dead...

but my mother prayed me back to life.

MALE HOST: So, you're telling me ...

that you came back from the dead?

PASTOR HWAN: You think what you want.

I'm telling you, it was a miracle.

That's when I knew I had a higher calling.

MALE HOST: So, that's how this crusade on porn began?

PASTOR HWAN: Porn is...

It's killing our men and it's destroying our women.

We're taught to think that the enemy is out there.

No, we got illicit shit happening ...

right here in our own backyard.

MALE HOST: You're talking ...

about that Bang Akhs website, right?

Yes. Perfect example.

Hatty. He's the owner of the website. He's Muslim.

He's got the porn-to-trafficking ...

pipeline on lock.

And that's why our next cleansing is his mansion.

MALE HOST: You're blowing this out of proportion.

That's just a crypto bro running a fetish site ...

for horny Muslims in there.

PASTOR HWAN: So, you're cool with trafficking women?

MALE HOST: Absolutely not.

You're conflating porn with prostitution.

PASTOR HWAN: What we're doing is eradicating evil ...

from our community by any means necessary.

So, this is a warning ...

to anyone that gets in our way.

You will be our enemy.

LATIF: My Lord...

what do you want from me?

(VEHICLES PASSING BY)

(ZIZI CRYING)

(SCRAPING)

What happened?

Been up all night trying to feed her.

She threw it all up...

again.

You eat anything?

-What? -FATIHA: For suhoor?

Oh...

FATIHA: You still gonna fast today?

I'll be all right.

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

(ZIZI FUSSING)

LATIF: Qadir...

wake up.

Qadir.

That woman from last night, what she look like?

Huh?

LATIF: The one who breastfed Zizi.

Who was she?

She was a dime.

Boy, she give you a name?

Like her star name?

She had a red train tattoo near her titty.

FATIHA: Breast.

Qadir, breast.

There's only one more of your mother's milk satchels.

Keep an eye on your brother. I'll call you later.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN 1: Been waiting all this time.

WOMAN 2: Oh, no, not too loud. Not too loud.

WOMAN 3: Your mother, she's on there too.

WOMAN 4: It's ridiculous!

WOMAN: Sir, we don't seem to have a file for you.

Well, I'm here for the breast milk bank, ma'am.

WOMAN: You got a doctor's note?

Excuse me?

Your doctor needs to write...

a prescription for your daughter...

saying that she has special medical needs.

Yeah, well, my wife passed away...

and Aziza's breastfed and she's allergic to formula.

I'm sorry, but I need a prescription.

(ZIZI FUSSING)

Right. (CHUCKLES)

Well, uh...

This is what I have.

(CHUCKLES)

Just give me seven satchels.

All right? I have more.

Please.

-So, prescription, then, huh? -WOMAN: Yes.

-All right. -(TELEPHONE RINGING)

LATIF: What time do y'all close today?

WOMAN: Five. And we don't open again till next week.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LATIF: Hi. I need to see Talib Rashid.

You'll need to fill this form out.

LATIF: It's an emergency.

-(ZIZI FUSSING) -WOMAN: There's a line.

Hey. Talib!

-Hey. -WOMAN: Sir.

It's cool. We family. It's okay.

WOMAN: Doctor, he just skipped...

all these other patients.

TALIB: I'll handle it.

LATIF: Doctor?

I didn't know they gave physician's assistants...

this respect.

We do. You gotta wait in line to see us. Just like a doctor.

Well, it's about Aziza.

I'm out of Khadija's breast milk.

I needed a... I need a prescription.

-A prescription? -LATIF: Yeah.

Milk bank wants a doctor's note.

You write it up for me, I'll get out your hair.

Faati and Qadir here with you?

-No, they're at home. -TALIB: Mmm-hmm...

Hey. Hey there, love.

Ah, that's my princess.

Yeah. Let me see. All right.

Can you grab my finger for me? Grab my finger.

-She good? -She looks good, man.

You try formula?

Nah, she can't keep it down.

TALIB: So, man, what's going on with you?

You look like shit.

Come on, man.

I got, like, 30 minutes before this clinic closes.

I gotta go.

I need to make sure my niece is in good hands.

So now you give a shit?

What's that supposed to mean?

You been out there skinny dipping in Cancun.

Missed the whole funeral.

Tara and I were on the next flight out.

You couldn't wait one day?

Before the next sunset, you bury the body ASAP.

I barely made it in from Saint Louis.

If I had missed the burial, then so be it.

TALIB: Come on.

Cut the pious shit, Latif.

I loved her too.

Yeah, we were there for her. Where the hell were you?

-(ZIZI FUSSING) -Hey, hey, hey.

(ZIZI CRYING)

How much is your fee?

Keep your dirty money.

Just a drug dealer in that lab coat.

(CHUCKLES)

Right, and you're out saving the world, right, Latif?

You can see your way out.

No, no, no, no. Oh, fuck!

(ZIZI CRYING)

Fuck.

(BEEPING)

(DIAL TONE TRILLING)

MIKE'S VOICEMAIL: Thank you for calling...

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Texas's most trusted private security firm.

(ZIZI CRYING)

(SIGHS)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(ZIZI SOBBING)

Hey.

Is Mahmoudi here?

GUARD 1: Mike?

Not here.

What about Hatty?

(GUARD 2 IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) Sorry, sir. No Hatty.

-(SPEAKING ARABIC) -(ZIZI FUSSING)

(LIQUID POURING)

(IN ENGLISH) Goddamn it.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(KNOCKS)

HATTY: You were at my mansion, bro?

(SHUSHES)

HATTY: I saw you on my cameras.

LATIF: It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

HATTY: Goddamn. Mashallah.

My king, you changed your fucking mind.

Are you gonna take out Kimchi Jesus?

Hell no.

Okay, what the fuck are you doing here?

I've been looking for one of your girls from last night.

(WHEEZES)

You're looking for one of my women?

LATIF: Yeah.

You're looking for one of my women?

LATIF: Yeah.

You fucking dog. You got that dog in you.

(LAUGHTER)

Goddamn, Daddy Rambo fell in love...

with one of Hatty's Hoejabis.

-LATIF: Mmm... -Mmm-mmm...

HATTY: Here's what we're gonna do.

You're gonna take out the Pastor Hwan, and me?

I get you in one of my videos.

Might be the best fucking head you ever got, bro.

What you say?

I mean, I was thinking...

we could make it a little simpler.

I could throw you a couple hundred dollars...

and you just let me hang out with her for 20 minutes.

No.

You are my teacher.

We're like family, me and you.

LATIF: Yeah.

So you're just gonna take out Hwan, and me?

I'm gonna get you the girl. It's gonna be halal.

We'll film it. We'll call you "The Halal Hammer."

The fuck off my car. Back up.

Thank you. You're wasting my time.

-Okay. I'm wasting your time. -All right.

Yo, Huntington Woods Apartments.

I followed you home last night.

Bro, what, you thought you were slick?

Flying under the radar?

(METAL CLINKS)

Oh, am I getting your tiny Taliban...

worked up for me, Daddy?

Brother Haytham, watch it.

Mmm... Did I offend you?

You're gonna take care of the Pastor Hwan...

or I'm gonna drive up to your shitty fucking apartment...

and I'm gonna IDF the shit outta your kids one at a time.

Three fucking kids. Fuck! Okay.

Fuck! Easy, easy, man. I was playing with you.

On my mother's life, I've never used that knife.

Don't you ever threaten my family!

Okay. Easy, easy.

Now, why would I kill a man tryin' to stop a pimp?

-HATTY: Okay, easy, man. -You oughta be my target.

It's a studio, it's a studio, it's a studio.

On my mother's life, it's a studio.

What's the fucking difference?

Bro, I respect women. I'm a fucking ally.

What do you want?

I'll put you in any video you want!

Who the fuck you think I am? It's for my daughter.

She fed her last night.

-Tell me, who is she? -Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay, guy. I see you, okay.

You getting somewhere, huh?

HATTY: Yes, yes, she's one of my Mecca MILFs.

Look at us. We're making progress.

-What's her name? -LATIF: I don't know.

I just know she had a little red caboose on her titty.

Fugazi.

-(ZIZI FUSSING) -Oh, shit.

Hey, hey, baby. Hey, now.

-It's okay. It's okay. -HATTY: Yeah. Okay.

-(ZIZI CRYING) -HATTY: Fuck me!

(GROANS)

Oh, God!

No.

Just stop, stop, stop, stop! Don't fucking call her!

Please, please! Bro, bro, she's volatile!

Easy. Okay, listen. It's Ramadan.

I got iftar with my mom and my dad.

-Please, can you let me go? -(DIAL TONE TRILLING)

You take me to her, God as my witness...

I'll get you back for iftar.

Anything fucking happens to me...

-Mike's gonna come after you. -I'm aware.

HATTY: Okay.

FUGAZI: I told you to delete my number, Hatty.

-Talk nice to her. -HATTY: Okay.

-Yeah. - FUGAZI: Hello?

Hey, Fufu.

FUGAZI: What the fuck do you want?

I'm just calling to make amends.

-(DISTANT SIREN WAILING) -(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(ZIZI COOING)

She chose this place, huh?

Damn strip club.

Yeah.

-I think it's weird, too. -(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

Hey.

"Dad and baby only."

Tryin' to pull a fast one.

Bro, I fuckin' told you, she's sus.

Yo, look... Yo, where are you goin'?

Bro, it's hot. Come on. Where are you goin'?

-Come back! -(ZIZI CRYING)

Yo, I got you here.

After I feed Zizi, we're gonna have a conversation...

about your haram-ass activities.

I held up my end of the deal.

What about my parents' iftar, huh?

LATIF: Your parents ain't thinkin' about you.

They know you do porn?

Your kids know you kill people?

Man, you think that you're on some crusade...

protecting your people...

but the end of the day...

you're just a dollar-store hitman...

working for my uncle.

You're the last person I'm gonna defend myself to.

(ZIZI FUSSING)

The fuck is this?

Prayers for forgiveness.

I need my glasses, dickfuck.

(ZIZI CRYING)

Maybe you weren't meant to be forgiven.

Bro, come the fuck back, bro! You can't leave me like this!

Asshole.

(GRUNTS)

(RING TONE TRILLING)

-(THUDS) -Oh, shit.

-(CELL PHONE RINGING) -ELDER WADE: They're lizards.

Yeah.

-(SPEAKING ARABIC) - LATIF: (IN ENGLISH) Hey.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) How y'all doing? Everything all right?

FATIHA: Yeah, we're good.

How's the fast going? Okay?

Yep. Just...

-(PLASTIC CRINKLES) -lounging at the house.

I need y'all to drop what you're doin'...

and get to me right now.

What... What happened?

Nothin'. I just want us to break our fast together.

Qadir, where do you wanna eat?

Pak's. I want some goat chops.

You hear Qadir?

Yeah. Pak's goat chops.

Hey...

y'all got money for the bus?

Yeah, we'll leave now.

Did you find Zizi's milk?

LATIF: I'm on it.

Hey, I'mma let you go.

I'll talk to you shortly, all right?

FATIHA: All right.

All right. (SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Yeah...

-for my daughter. -WOMAN: Sí.

-(IN ENGLISH) Follow me. -(MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: How we doing today?

Jesus loves you.

CROWD: Amen.

MAN: Amen.

Jesus loves you.

WOMAN: That's it.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

You can sit. I won't bite.

-Yeah. -(FUGAZI CHUCKLES)

This for you.

Thank you.

-LATIF: Yeah. -(ZIZI FUSSING)

You know, this used to be a strip club.

The ministry's converting it to a church.

It's beautiful, right?

Thank you for doing this.

There's more milk in the mini fridge...

if you need it.

Here you go.

Hi, again. Hi.

How you know Hatty?

Uh...

He was my student.

You a teacher?

It's more like a weekend school.

Wait. Like, a Muslim school?

Yeah.

You must've been a shit teacher...

'cause he makes some devil-ass porn.

(CHUCKLES)

All right.

You, uh... You been in his movies, too?

-Oh, no. -FUGAZI: Oh.

Well, he begged me to come through last night.

And I really needed the money...

but shit got really weird.

DISTANT CROWD: Hallelujah!

If anyone asks...

we met at the Kroger on Hilcroft.

-Cool? -Yeah.

FUGAZI: Okay. Okay.

Okay, there you go.

Yeah. There you go.

It's all right. Just... (CHUCKLES)

So, you got a side-chick filling in?

No.

It's just me.

FUGAZI: There you go.

Okay.

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

FUGAZI: There you go.

(CHORAL HUMMING PLAYING)

FUGAZI: There you go.

Khadija.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I'm sorry about your wife.

And your baby's got no mama.

Hmph...

Well, we're happy to help out, mister.

Latif.

Latif.

My name is Hwan Yoon.

I've seen your videos.

Have you?

Thank you, Lord...

for allowing me to be a witness to this man.

He moves in mysterious ways. Am I right, Fugazi?

I was literally thinking that yesterday...

when I met him at Kroger.

Kroger.

-Yesterday? -FUGAZI: Mmm-hmm...

Well, thank you.

Thank you for bringing that deviant Arab to us.

Handcuffed and everything.

FUGAZI: Damn.

You handcuffed him?

See, Fugazi, not all Muslims are crooked.

(CHUCKLES)

(PASTOR HWAN LAUGHS)

I'm glad you saw it was a joke. (CHUCKLES)

You know, Sister Fugazi joined our movement.

Yeah, a few weeks ago...

when we liberated this strip club.

(INHALES) That's when that Arab got nervous.

You know what he did?

He hired someone to kill me.

Because he knows...

our next cleansing is his mansion...

and we will liberate the poor women stuck inside.

God willing.

-Amen. -PASTOR HWAN: Amen.

-FUGAZI: Okay. -You can say inshallah ...

to that, if you like.

FUGAZI: Come on.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

All right. All right.

Well, we're gonna bring him in, so...

can I have your keys, please?

I can burp her now.

-Oh. Yeah. -Thank you.

First, the keys.

FUGAZI: Okay. Okay.

(TAPPING)

(FUGAZI HUMMING)

Army?

No.

Marines.

I just sell oils and perfumes.

I guess you just seem principled.

You fastin'?

Yeah, you got that stinky Ramadan breath.

(FUGAZI CHUCKLES)

How many men outside?

I'm just here getting milk for my baby.

Bullshit.

You brought Hatty here to bait me, right?

No.

I'm just teaching him a lesson.

We're teachers, too.

We discipline real well here.

Not like me.

(BURPS)

-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)

-(FUGAZI EXCLAIMING) -(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(CLINKING)

Give me my daughter.

-(HISSING) -(LATIF GROANS)

-(GRUNTING) -(GROANING)

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

(PANTING)

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

LATIF: Zizi...

PASTOR HWAN: You fucking idiot!

(GROWLING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

-(STRAINS) -(GRUNTS)

-MAN 1: Pastor Hwan, come on! -MAN 2: Come on!

-Open the door! -(THUDDING)

MAN 1: Is everything all right?

Come on!

MAN 2: Pastor Hwan!

Come on, man! Open the door!

(CLINKING)

(THUDS)

The fuck? (EXCLAIMS)

-(GRUNTING) -(GROANING)

(THUDS)

(WORSHIP MUSIC PLAYING)

(WORSHIP MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ZIZI CRYING)

-(THUDS) -(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

LATIF: Fuck!

(CRACKLING)

-(ALL EXCLAIMING) -(CLATTERS)

MAN 1: You all right, man?

MAN 2: Man, are you all right?

MAN 2: Get up!

(MAN GROWLING)

(GRUNTS)

-(GUNSHOTS) -(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(LATIF EXCLAIMS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Don't shoot!

(SCRAPING)

(THUDS)

There's a baby here!

There is a fucking baby here!

Give me my daughter.

But she's not safe with you.

(THUDDING ON DOOR)

You'd hurt a woman?

(PANTING)

(GLASS SHARDS CLINKING)

MAN: Open the door!

-Open the door! -(ZIZI CRYING)

MAN: Bullshit right here.

PASTOR HWAN: Where did Hatty go?

MAN: I don't know, sir. He's missing.

PASTOR HWAN: Well, fucking find him!

MAN: What you doin' with that carpet, man?

MAN 2: He got that rug. That's a prayer rug.

MAN 3: Yo, how much does...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

PASTOR HWAN: Go find the motherfucker!

-What the fuck? -(CLAMORING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I got you.

HATTY: What are you doing here?

-What are you doing here? -HATTY: What the fuck

-are you doing? -Get down! Get down!

Give me... fucking hold... I broke...

Shut the... Get down! Where's my fucking phone?

Where's my fucking phone? (PANTING)

LATIF: Quiet, quiet. Quiet, man.

-(PANTING) -(ZIZI WHINING)

-It's okay, baby. It's okay. -Okay.

(HUMMING)

(ZIZI COOING)

(LATIF HUMMING)

(ZIZI STOPS COOING)

LATIF: Brother Haytham, we gonna be okay.

I'm... I'm sorry I broke your car.

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

HATTY: Sorry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You got scissors? Scissors. Scissors. Bro. Scissor.

(ZIZI COOING)

It's okay, baby. It's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

You got a phone?

This Gandhi-ass looking bitch.

Oh, damn.

(THUDS)

-(ZIZI FUSSING) -(LOW MUSIC PLAYING)

-Baba. -LATIF: Hey.

Are you kidding me? You brought your kids here?

I promised them goat chops.

Oh. Goat chops. Dad of the fucking year right...

Hey. Where you goin'?

I'm just... I'm askin' for the phone. Relax.

What? It's a telephone. A telephone. Relax.

Come on, come on, come on. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hwan's found me. He's fucking trying to kill me.

You bring everyone, you come to me.

Hey, hey.

-We fuck him the fuck... -LATIF: Hey, hey, hey.

-Hey, Mike, Mike. - MIKE: Where are you?

Mike?

MIKE: What the hell happened? Is Hatty hurt?

Everything's okay. We're safe.

MIKE: What's goin' on?

Why don't you come on down to Pak's?

MIKE: We're coming now.

-Roll through? - MIKE: Watch out for him.

Yeah, I'm not gonna let nothin' happen to him.

You have my word.

MIKE: That fuckin' Korean's a psycho.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Mike is on his way.

You run away from a crime scene?

No, I don't run away from shit.

Your daddy kidnapped me.

LATIF: He was my student at the Dar.

Your daddy doesn't remember me.

Oh, I do.

I remember you very well.

You used to pretend to be a convert.

You had a whole elaborate story...

about leaving your Jewish family.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, that's the cheat code.

"Cheat code."

Look, these Muslims...

they're gonna be extra nice to the converts...

'cause they're afraid they're gonna leave the faith.

And that's the Muzzie way.

-You two should try that shit. -QADIR: Too late.

Faati's already a Kafir.

Shut up, Qadir.

What'd I tell you about using that word, man?

HATTY: Hoo-wee!

QADIR: I'm just stating the facts.

HATTY: You're good, bro.

It's a safe space.

Hey.

Join the club.

So, you're no longer a Muslim?

HATTY: I'm teetering.

I'm in my "but" phase.

-(LATIF SCOFFS) -So, you like butts that much?

HATTY: Yes, I do. Why wouldn't I?

I'm a butt-ass connoisseur. That's what I am.

-QADIR: I do... -Hey. He's 10.

Stop it.

I'm talking about the Islamic creed.

Did your booty-hating Daddy teach you that?

(IN DEEP VOICE) "No God but God."

HATTY: "No God but God." Correct.

I was on team "No God."

And right now...

I'm on team...

"But."

-What's bringing you back? -HATTY: I don't know.

You spend enough time in that "No God" zone...

and shit starts getting a little dark...

and you start thinking that there's...

gotta be something else.

-So now you're a butt man. -HATTY: Yes, I am.

LATIF: Qadir.

-Stop with the butts. -Yeah, I'm a big-ass butt man.

FATIHA: You think you're ever gonna get back...

to God?

HATTY: I was close.

And you get these hypocrites...

that come at you and they're...

just trying to fix you.

And they're fake, these Muslims.

With their affectations...

their deep-ass voices.

And their little prayer books of forgiveness.

Then they make you wanna swim...

deep, deep, deep into that fucking "No God" water.

You trust me about that.

Oh, that's why you're hangin' out with my dad.

He's trying to convince you to come back.

He is killing me.

(FATIHA LAUGHS)

Hey, hey. Hey.

Come on.

Let's go. We need to go.

Faati, Qadir.

-(ZIZI COOING) -LATIF: Come on.

Get your stuff. We gotta go. Now.

-(THUDS) -(CLATTERS)

PASTOR HWAN: Sorry, kids.

Your daddy forgot his breast milk.

(SOFTLY) You desecrated my church.

Don't do anything stupid in front of your kids.

I'm coming for you.

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Come on, Hatty, let's go.

Get up.

-(CUTLERY CLATTERS) -(TABLE SCRAPING)

He touches me, I'm gonna make a scene right here.

Yeah, you're gonna make a scene?

You think these people give a shit about you?

Tell 'em what you do for a living, come on.

-Come on. -MAN: Get the fuck up.

Okay, I don't think he wants to go.

He's just shy. He's just shy.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that your dad...

is one of these hypocrites.

HATTY: Okay. I'm good, man. MAN: Come on.

I'm walking, okay? I'm good.

Fucking hands off me.

(SOFTLY) Baba, you gonna do anything?

-WAITER: Goat chops. -We need a to-go box for that.

Call a cab. Call a cab.

They don't take cash any more.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Turn that phone off.

(CLICKS)

We're not being followed.

(ZIZI COOING)

Faati...

you know why your mom chose the name Khadija?

I thought you gave it to her.

ABDUL: Nah. I proposed it, she chose it.

It's the name of the Prophet's wife.

-The kids know that, Sheikh. -ABDUL: Yeah...

but you know there's more to the story.

Rasul would retreat to the mountain.

In one of his meditations...

the angel Gabriel...

came to him...

pressin' on his chest...

tellin' him to read...

in the name of your lord...

who created you.

The Prophet was terrified.

And he ran back to the arms of his wife...

and he said, "Cover me, cover me. I fear for my life."

(SCOFFS) He thought he'd gone mad.

His wife...

Khadija...

replied with certainty.

"God would never humiliate him...

"because he beared the burden of others...

"and took care of his family."

So, Mama liked that Khadija stood by her man.

Is that the lesson?

(ABDUL CHUCKLES)

One could also look at it another way.

That when all the town called him crazy...

a disruptor, rebel...

that Khadija...

trusted her heart...

because she saw something deeper...

more merciful...

in this man than anyone else.

Her belief in him...

cost her everything.

Did it all...

smiling...

with her broken teeth.

(ENGINE REVS)

ABDUL: Dana rallied the sisters.

Got you some milk for Zizi.

It's in a cooler at the mosque.

You hear me?

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

Thank you, Sheikh.

Hey, y'all pack up.

We're gonna go on a little vacation.

FATIHA: Uh, what?

LATIF: Gonna go to Mexico.

(DISTANT CHATTER)

MIKE: He's in that complex. Come on.

(MAN 1 IN ARABIC)

(MAN 2 IN ARABIC)

LATIF: (IN ENGLISH) Hey, Faati, Qadir.

-Huh? -LATIF: Let's go.

We gotta get on the road. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

-Right now? -LATIF: Right now. Let's go.

FATIHA: Are we coming back?

Of course, we are.

FATIHA: Well, can I say bye to Elder Wade?

(MIKE IN ARABIC)

(MAN 2 IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) You know what? How about we all say bye?

Come on.

What?

Hey.

Would y'all like a Topo Chico?

Yes.

LATIF: Our AC went out.

I just didn't want Zizi burning up.

ELDER WADE: The maintenance in this building is awful.

My room is empty.

LATIF: Thank you. That's mighty kind of you.

Yeah. Why don't you take Zizi there on back to cool off.

We'll be gone in a minute.

-(SWING SQUEAKS) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MIKE IN ARABIC)

LATIF: (IN ENGLISH) Elder Wade.

Yes?

You mind if I join you today?

Of course.

-Yeah? -ELDER WADE: Yeah.

(CHUCKLING) All right. Thank you.

How y'all brothers doing?

ELDER WADE: (SINGING) Grief has o ften crossed me

On my way

Who pled So kindly for relief

That I could never Answer nay

But there was something In his eyes

That won my love

I knew not why

(SLASHING)

You gonna tell me what's really going on?

Hmm... Your mama said you was crushing on that boy.

FATIHA: That's not true.

Your mama lying, then?

Tell me something.

He ever touch you?

What? No.

Good, 'cause I'd have to cut off his little Joseph Smith.

-Baba. Please. -LATIF: Hmm... I'm...

Now, I'm cool with a nikah if he down to convert.

I got some reading material.

FATIHA: Can we please change the subject?

I mean, he's always trying to hand out these pamphlets.

I figured you might as well return the favor.

(ZIZI FUSSES)

-Where's Zizi's milk? -(ZIZI CRYING)

FATIHA: Oh, I...

I put it in the freezer in our apartment.

-(GROANS) -FATIHA: I'm sorry.

I mean, I can go get it if you want.

No, I got it.

FATIHA: It's comin'.

You just going to get milk...

right?

Stay here.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CREAKS SOFTLY)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(CREAKS)

(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

(CLACKS)

(GUN COCKS)

Latif.

(THUDS)

MIKE: Salaam alaikum, brother.

(IN ARABIC)

- Mashallah. -(GROANS)

-(SMACKS) -(THUDS)

(IN ENGLISH) You gave up my nephew.

-We got ambushed, Mike. -(MIKE SHUSHES)

Don't... Don't bullshit me.

There better be diamonds in here.

Fuck is this?

(IN ARABIC)

-(EXCLAIMS) -(GRUNTS)

(MAN EXCLAIMS)

(MIKE IN ARABIC)

-(SMACKS) -(GROANS)

(MAN STRUGGLING)

(LATIF GRUNTING)

MIKE: (IN ENGLISH) I told you not to go back there.

LATIF: One more step and I'll kill him!

(IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) This brother don't have much time, Mike.

You gotta get him a doctor.

And you gotta get to the mansion.

That's where Hwan's headed.

We're ready for him.

Don't underestimate him.

The fuck, Latif. Whose side are you on?

(MAN PRAYING IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) I'll do you a favor.

I'll bring your friend, just give me the milk.

-That's the deal. -(MAN WHINES)

MIKE: Take it.

Oh, shit! You didn't have to do that.

Does it hurt...

-watching the milk spill? -Stop it!

What happened, brother?

We were two peas in a pod, man.

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) We were supposed to...

We were supposed to go on this righteous crusade together!

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) I used to hunt ISIS, you fuck.

(MAN IN ARABIC)

MIKE: (IN ENGLISH) Let go of my friend, Latif.

LATIF: All right.

Just give me the milk.

Just give me the fucking milk.

Fine.

Come and get it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MAN GROANING)

You better get to the mansion.

MAN: Mike. Mike. Mike.

Mike.

Mike.

(MAN EXCLAIMS, SOBS)

(GRUNTS)

(SHOUTS IN ARABIC)

(GUNSHOTS)

-(GUN CLICKS) -(THUDS)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(WHINES)

-(MIKE SPEAKING ARABIC) -(MAN CRIES)

(MIKE SPEAKING ARABIC)

-(GRUNTING) -(GROANING)

-(THUDS) -(CLANGS, CLATTERS)

(GROANS)

(IN ENGLISH) Oh, fuck, Mike.

-LATIF: Faati. -(FATIHA GASPS)

-(GUNSHOTS) -(GASPING)

Get in the closet. Get in the closet!

Go, go, go.

Come on. Get in the closet.

Stay in there.

(CLACKS)

-(SLASHES) -(CLATTERS)

(GROANS)

(MUFFLED GASPS)

(MIKE GROANS)

Mike.

Oh, shit.

(PANTING)

Say it now. Come on.

(IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) Come on. (REPEATS IN ARABIC)

(MUMBLES)

(DOOR THUDS)

(MIKE CONTINUES MUMBLING)

(MAN PANTING)

(CLATTERS)

-(GROANS) -(THUDS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(CHOKES)

(MUFFLED WHINE)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

-(CLICKS) -(FATIHA WHIMPERS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CLICKS, THUDS)

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

ELDER WADE: (IN ENGLISH) Everything okay?

I heard gunshots.

LATIF: Ah, you know the neighborhood.

Elder Wade, we really appreciate...

everything you've done for us.

I was really moved by the Bible study.

That verse from Mosiah 2:17 about love and services...

really powerful.

ELDER WADE: Glad I moved you.

-All right. Hmm... -(ZIZI COOING)

(ZIZI CRIES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

-(ZIZI WHINING) -FATIHA: Okay. Okay.

-LATIF: Wow. -(SEAT WHIRRING)

(ZIZI CRYING)

(MILK TRICKLING)

Still smells like your mama.

(ZIZI FUSSING)

(SIGHS)

We'll have to stop by Sheikh's house.

I thought we were going to Mexico.

Those idiots ruined the milk.

We don't have enough to get across.

How are you doing this?

How am I doing what?

Acting like nothing just happened.

(KEYS JINGLE)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

FATIHA: Who's blocking the gate?

Baba, who is that?

Just go. We're good.

-LATIF: You sure? -Yes. Just let them sleep.

All right.

(RUSTLING)

(THUDS)

MAN: Call the ambulance!

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

They were here for you.

You see all this?

They were here for you!

I'm coming for you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)

DANA: Get back to your kids.

Keep 'em out of this mess.

(LOUD WHOOSHING)

FATIHA: Did someone get hurt?

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

QADIR: What happened?

Those ambulances are heading towards the mosque.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(CAR WHOOSHES)

(SIRENS FADE)

QADIR: Isn't it fajr time?

We should be praying.

We'll pray later.

QADIR: (SCOFFS) What?

We're not stopping for prayer.

QADIR: Prayer don't work like that.

They're appointed times.

That's what Mama told us.

Feel free to pray in the car, Qadir.

QADIR: But I thought we're not allowed

to sit and pray unless we're sick.

I mean, the whole world is a mosque.

Like...

this corner...

this ditch.

Even that sus motel right there...

The whole world is a mosque, right?

(TIRES SCREECH)

Go on out there.

Go on out there and pray.

See if anyone gives a shit what you got to say.

Go on, Qadir.

Get out the car.

(BIRD CHIRPING)

(SNIFFLES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(QADIR SOBBING)

(FATIHA GRUNTS)

FATIHA: Hey, hey.

Yeah. Can I give you a hug?

(DOG BARKING)

What are we doing here?

Change of plans.

You're going to your auntie and uncle's.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Sorry, I can't whip something up.

I gotta prep for Aiden's birthday party.

Qadir, Faati...

want something to drink?

We're fasting.

That's so brave of you.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

So, where you runnin' off to this time?

Uzbekistan?

Afghanistan?

Hell.

Listen...

if I don't make it back, you got 'em, right?

No, no, no, Latif, I don't wanna hear that.

I don't wanna hear that shit.

The kids go to public school.

-I put up a Christmas tree. -I don't give a shit.

I just know they'd be safe with you, that's all.

No, cut that bullshit, man.

Tell me what's going on!

Are we in trouble?

LATIF: I am.

They came for me at the mosque.

I just know if I handle this...

won't nobody else get hurt.

Especially my kids.

Please.

-(ZIZI COOING) -Ooh.

LATIF: Be ready when I get back.

(ZIZI COOS)

That's when we leave for Mexico.

-We're gonna leave for Mexico. -FATIHA: Where are you going?

I made a mess.

I gotta clean it up first.

Qadir.

I can get Qadir if you want me to.

Nah, it's fine.

Come here.

MAN: Yeah, right back there.

WOMAN 1: All right. MAN: Ready?

WOMAN 2: Here we go. Do your thing, Baba.

WOMAN 1: I know.

TARA: Hey, y'all! MAN: Hey!

WOMAN 2: Happy birthday!

LATIF: Now, I want you to chill out

-on that stuffy porn. -(WHEEZES)

What?

LATIF: Hello Kitty and doggy style

don't go together.

FATIHA: What?

(LAUGHING)

(LATIF LAUGHS)

Okay.

(BOTH LAUGH)

LATIF: Not as square as you think.

Baba, what? (LAUGHS)

LATIF: You know, you got all the best parts of your mama.

You don't have to go.

(EXHALES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLICKS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(SQUEAKS)

(ZIPPER OPENING)

(SCRAPES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(FOLLOWERS SINGING IN DISTANCE)

PASTOR HWAN: (SINGING) Calling your light

Calling your light

FOLLOWERS: Calling your light

Calling your light

PASTOR HWAN: Desolate land

Deep need for a hand

ALL: Calling your light

-Calling your light -FOLLOWER: In Jesus' name!

Then you called my name

Reached your hand

Showered me With your light

Shining bright

Salvation

Freed by Your grace

Lifted when you called My name

Salvation

Now I'm alive

Rising, I fly

(ALL VOCALIZING)

-(ALL EXCLAIM) -(GUNS COCK)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHILDREN CLAMORING)

QADIR: What you doin'?

I found this in Uncle's study.

Out of all the books.

FATIHA: Shut up, Qadir.

I'm just trying to get my mind off of things.

I know you're grieving your imam.

My men went too far.

He fought bravely, I'm told.

I'm sorry he's dead.

QADIR: Read it aloud.

FATIHA: What?

I'd rather hear your voice

than that weird-ass clown outside.

FATIHA: "A man came to the Prophet and asked...

"'Who deserves the best of me?'"

What'd he say?

"Your mother."

PASTOR HWAN: It was His will...

that led us to victory.

ALL: Amen!

His will...

that kept us safe.

FATIHA: It goes on. The man asked...

"'Who is next?'

"And the Prophet replied, 'Your mother.'"

QADIR: Makes sense.

Then who?

PASTOR HWAN: Even you.

Even you...

were a part of His plan.

"The Prophet then replied...

"'Your mother.'"

Three times?

Yeah.

"The man asked again...

"'Who is next?'"

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

FATIHA: "And the prophet replied...

"'And then your father.'"

As Jesus forgave me...

I forgive you.

Accept that grace.

Walk away.

This man is free to go.

-MAN 1: Hallelujah. -(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

MAN 1: Hallelujah!

Unless you'd like to...

share a little about Ramadan, what it means to be Muslim...

in these polarizing times.

So you kept him alive?

Hatty.

He hasn't confessed.

Still swears this is just a porn studio.

Maybe he needs more discipline.

Can I try?

Yeah.

Please.

QADIR: Damn.

Baba's cooked.

Why you say that?

Because the Prophet gave more respect to Mama than Baba?

QADIR: Nah.

Baba was trying to fill shoes...

that were three times his size.

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I wish I gave him a hug before he left.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

What you doin'?

Faati?

-(ALL EXCLAIMING) -(THUDS)

PASTOR HWAN: Stop him!

(THUDS)

(LATIF GRUNTS)

(SMACKS)

(PASTOR HWAN GROANS)

Back the fuck up or I'll kill him.

MAN 1: Don't shoot him! MAN 2: Stay back!

-Back up. -Stay back!

MAN 3: Stand down! Stand down!

MAN 4: We got him!

-MAN 5: Tie him up! -You showed mercy to him?

Fucking idiot.

LATIF: Please stop all this. It's over.

-(FOLLOWERS EXCLAIMING) -(PASTOR HWAN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(GROANS)

-(GRUNTING) -(GUNSHOTS)

Up, up, up.

(WHIMPERING)

Back up.

I'm all right. Get him off me!

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GUNFIRE)

(YELLS)

No! (SCREAMS)

-MAN 6: Oh, shit! -(PASTOR HWAN STRAINS)

(THUDDING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(LATIF YELLS)

(SLASHING)

(CLANGING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(YELLING)

(LATIF GROANING)

(BLADE CLANGS)

-(PANTING) -(LATIF GROANING)

(GROANING)

(WHEEZING)

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. You can go.

(LATIF WHEEZING)

It's okay.

-(BONES CRACKING) -(PASTOR HWAN SHUSHES)

PASTOR HWAN: It's okay.

(LATIF MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY)

(PANTING STOPS)

Can I get an amen?

FOLLOWERS: Amen!

PASTOR HWAN: His will! FOLLOWERS: His will!

-His will! -FOLLOWERS: His will!

PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear an amen!

FOLLOWERS: Amen!

PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear an amen!

FOLLOWERS: Amen!

PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear an amen!

FOLLOWERS: Amen!

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

FATIHA: (SOFTLY) God, please.

(SNIFFLES) Bring baba home.

Please. (SNIFFLES)

Please.

(GASPS LOUDLY)

(PANTING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN 1: Jesus Christ.

MAN 2: (WHISPERS) That's impossible.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(SOFTLY) What the fuck? -(GUN CLATTERS)

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PASTOR HWAN PANTING)

(SOFTLY) What you got on? What you got on?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) What you got on? What you got on?

What you got on? What you got on?

(SHOUTING) What you got on? What you got on?

What you got on?

(PANTING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BREATHING WEARILY)

PASTOR HWAN: Let him go.

(LATIF CONTINUES BREATHING WEARILY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Who's praying for you?

My daughter.

(LATIF CONTINUES BREATHING HEAVILY)

Fatiha.

(GROANS)

(SIGHING)

(GROANING)

-(HATTY GRUNTS) -(CAR HONKS)

(CAR HONKS)

HATTY: Okay.

HATTY: This doesn't make any sense.

How are we alive right now?

And why the fuck did you save me?

I didn't.

It wasn't in my hands.

(FATIHA WHINES)

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

I'm here.

(SOBBING)

LATIF: I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.

(FATIHA CRYING)

I'm here.

FATIHA: Why did you leave me?

Why?

So I could find my way back to you.

(SOMBER CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(FATIHA CONTINUES SOBBING)

LATIF: I could never fill her shoes.

Help me now, Lord...

learn to fill my own.

(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHORAL MUSIC CRESCENDOES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(NOW I'M LISTENING BY SON LUX & BILAL PLAYING)

(WOMAN VOCALIZING)

MAN: ♪ Take me down To the water's edge

♪ Run myself and every ghost In my head

♪ 'Cause now I'm listening

♪ Now I'm listening

♪ Pull me out Don't you leave my side

♪ I've got no chance without What's burning realized

(VOCALIZING)

♪ Now I'm listening

♪ Now I'm listening

♪ I need you Now and always, dear

♪ There's no undoing What you cannot forgive

♪ But now I'm listening

♪ Now I'm listening

(CHORUS VOCALIZING)

MAN: ♪ There's no undoing What you cannot forgive

♪ But now I'm listening

♪ Now I'm listening ♪

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)