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A man came to the Prophet and asked...

"Who deserves the best of me?"

What'd he say?

The Prophet said...

"Your mother."

It goes on. The man asked...

"Then who?"

The Prophet said, "Your mother" again.

Then who?

The Prophet replied, "Your mother."

Three times?

Yeah.

And then who?

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Khadija, honey, I'm working.

Baba, it's me.

- Faati. - Baba...

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

I think she's gone.

Mama's gone.

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.

I'm gonna...

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

I just wish you hadn't left.

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.

You all right?

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

This will always be your home, you know.

Thank you.

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

Allah's got us.

The Janazah prayer...

will be after the Dohr sala inshallah.

My Lord.

You take her from me...

and you expect me to bow down to you.

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.

- I'm coming. - 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.

I see her everywhere.

Finish your fractions.

This wasn't the plan.

I'm breaking.

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...

Fucking Mike.

Hey, Zizi. Hey, hey, hey.

How you doin', huh?

You're clean.

You're clean!

You're clean.

I don't smell nothin'!

Huh? You hungry?

Huh? You want some food?

You need any help?

I need you to finish your work.

Seven, eight, nine, ten.

You need to knock.

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

I just counted.

We got, like, ten left.

Let me check.

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

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.

Mother never used formula.

It ain't gonna work.

We have to try.

All right. All right. All right.

- Hey. - Go with your sister,

- go with your sister. - Okay. Okay.

Hey.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Mmm... This one's good.

Oh, okay. Okay.

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.

We're doing this your mama's way.

Pack up your books.

Are we all going?

After what I saw? Yeah.

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.

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

Let me see if I'm making any milk.

I hope I'm not inconveniencing y'all.

Never.

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

All right, all right.

I didn't see you at prayers today.

I lost track of time.

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.

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?

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

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

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?

You tried the milk bank at the WIC?

Nah. I stay away from Uncle Sam.

The mosque up north got a support group tonight.

Ah, thanks. I'll look into it.

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

Where are you headed?

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.

Ready, Baba.

All right, little man.

Salam, Sheikh.

Sister.

Good luck on the milk.

Right here. Right here.

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.

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.

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.

Hey! Get out of the way!

Hey! Get back here!

Move! Move! Move! Hey! Come back!

Stop her!

Hey!

Faati!

Somebody stop that girl!

No!

Baba! No!

Don't you ever put your hands...

- on my daughter again! - Easy, man.

She ran off with a purse.

It wasn't even about the purse.

Stupid lady.

You could take a step outside.

We need a moment with your dad.

Go sit with Qadir.

I'll be out in a minute.

Leave it there.

Ooh...

Faati's going to jail. Shut up.

Right. I got it.

You try these dates?

So good.

As-salaam alaikum, brother.

Wa alaikum salam, Mike.

So sorry for your loss.

A good woman...

but not a fan of our relationship.

Mmm...

You trying to avoid me?

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.

Latif.

Get the fuck out of my way!

Twenty fucking minutes I'm waiting!

Fucking door. Fix your goddamn fucking door.

They're giving me shit for vaping out there.

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.

Sit down.

This is my nephew, Haytham.

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

He thinks my nephew traffics women.

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.

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? - Yeah.

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

All right. Peace.

As-salaam alaikum, my bro.

This was your plan?

You get my Quran teacher to take out the Korean?

Habibi, you have so much to learn.

Don't underestimate Latif.

God has blessed him with a gift.

To punish without mercy.

Where's my kids?

Hey! Where's my kids?

Here.

Hey, Faati! Faati!

Right there.

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.

His boy got his first hard on.

What did you say about my son, Mike?

Just saying he likes the ladies.

Don't fuck around with me, man.

What you doing bringing hookers up to the masjid?

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.

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

Wonder what all these people gonna think...

when they know who you really are.

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.

As-salaam alaikum, brother.

Yeah.

Baba, look...

That white man's jihadin' all these fools.

You fought too, right?

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

Go brush your teeth.

Man, I was really digging this movie.

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.

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

Like I made duaa for Mama to come back.

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.

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.

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?

Ooh, Faati got...

I'll punch you in your throat!

I baptize you in the name of the Father ...

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

This is what liberation looks like.

So you served in Iraq, is that right?

Yes, sir, I did.

Pardon me.

That's an IED blast.

I was left for dead...

but my mother prayed me back to life.

So, you're telling me ...

that you came back from the dead?

You think what you want.

I'm telling you, it was a miracle.

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

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

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.

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.

You're blowing this out of proportion.

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

for horny Muslims in there.

So, you're cool with trafficking women?

Absolutely not.

You're conflating porn with prostitution.

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.

My Lord...

what do you want from me?

What happened?

Been up all night trying to feed her.

She threw it all up...

again.

You eat anything?

- What? - For suhoor?

Oh...

You still gonna fast today?

I'll be all right.

Qadir...

wake up.

Qadir.

That woman from last night, what she look like?

Huh?

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.

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.

Been waiting all this time.

Oh, no, not too loud. Not too loud.

Your mother, she's on there too.

It's ridiculous!

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

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

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.

Right.

Well, uh...

This is what I have.

Just give me seven satchels.

All right? I have more.

Please.

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

All right.

What time do y'all close today?

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

Hi. I need to see Talib Rashid.

You'll need to fill this form out.

It's an emergency.

There's a line.

Hey. Talib!

- Hey. - Sir.

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

Doctor, he just skipped...

all these other patients.

I'll handle it.

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? - 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. - 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.

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.

Come on.

Cut the pious shit, Latif.

I loved her too.

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

Hey, hey, hey.

How much is your fee?

Keep your dirty money.

Just a drug dealer in that lab coat.

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

You can see your way out.

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

Fuck.

Thank you for calling...

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Hey.

Is Mahmoudi here?

Mike?

Not here.

What about Hatty?

Another religious nut trying to convince Hatty to stop making porn.

Sorry, sir. No Hatty.

Goddamn it.

You were at my mansion, bro?

I saw you on my cameras.

It's all right.

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

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.

You're looking for one of my women?

Yeah.

You're looking for one of my women?

Yeah.

You fucking dog. You got that dog in you.

Goddamn, Daddy Rambo fell in love...

with one of Hatty's Hoejabis.

- Mmm... - Mmm-mmm...

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.

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?

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?

- 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?

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

Look at us. We're making progress.

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

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

Fugazi.

Oh, shit.

Hey, hey, baby. Hey, now.

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

Fuck me!

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?

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.

Okay.

I told you to delete my number, Hatty.

- Talk nice to her. - Okay.

- Yeah. - Hello?

Hey, Fufu.

What the fuck do you want?

I'm just calling to make amends.

She chose this place, huh?

Damn strip club.

Yeah.

I think it's weird, too.

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!

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?

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.

The fuck is this?

Prayers for forgiveness.

I need my glasses, dickfuck.

Maybe you weren't meant to be forgiven.

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

Asshole.

Oh, shit.

They're lizards.

Yeah.

Hey.

How y'all doing? Everything all right?

Yeah, we're good.

How's the fast going? Okay?

Yep. Just...

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?

I'm on it.

Hey, I'mma let you go.

I'll talk to you shortly, all right?

All right.

All right.

Yeah...

- for my daughter. - Sí.

Follow me.

How we doing today?

Jesus loves you.

Amen.

Amen.

Jesus loves you.

That's it.

You can sit. I won't bite.

Yeah.

This for you.

Thank you.

Yeah.

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.

All right.

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

- Oh, no. - Oh.

Well, he begged me to come through last night.

And I really needed the money...

but shit got really weird.

Hallelujah!

If anyone asks...

we met at the Kroger on Hilcroft.

- Cool? - Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, there you go.

Yeah. There you go.

It's all right. Just...

So, you got a side-chick filling in?

No.

It's just me.

There you go.

Okay.

There you go.

There you go.

Khadija.

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? - Mmm-hmm...

Well, thank you.

Thank you for bringing that deviant Arab to us.

Handcuffed and everything.

Damn.

You handcuffed him?

See, Fugazi, not all Muslims are crooked.

I'm glad you saw it was a joke.

You know, Sister Fugazi joined our movement.

Yeah, a few weeks ago...

when we liberated this strip club.

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. - Amen.

- Okay. - You can say inshallah ...

to that, if you like.

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.

Okay. Okay.

Army?

No.

Marines.

I just sell oils and perfumes.

I guess you just seem principled.

You fastin'?

Yeah, you got that stinky Ramadan breath.

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.

Give me my daughter.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Zizi...

You fucking idiot!

- Pastor Hwan, come on! - Come on!

Open the door!

Is everything all right?

Come on!

Pastor Hwan!

Come on, man! Open the door!

The fuck?

Fuck!

You all right, man?

Man, are you all right?

Get up!

Don't shoot!

There's a baby here!

There is a fucking baby here!

Give me my daughter.

But she's not safe with you.

You'd hurt a woman?

Open the door!

Open the door!

Bullshit right here.

Where did Hatty go?

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

Well, fucking find him!

What you doin' with that carpet, man?

He got that rug. That's a prayer rug.

Yo, how much does...

Go find the motherfucker!

What the fuck?

I got you.

What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here? - 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?

Quiet, quiet. Quiet, man.

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

Brother Haytham, we gonna be okay.

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

Sorry.

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

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

You got a phone?

This Gandhi-ass looking bitch.

Oh, damn.

- Baba. - 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... - Hey, hey, hey.

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

Mike?

What the hell happened? Is Hatty hurt?

Everything's okay. We're safe.

What's goin' on?

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

We're coming now.

- Roll through? - Watch out for him.

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

You have my word.

That fuckin' Korean's a psycho.

Mike is on his way.

You run away from a crime scene?

No, I don't run away from shit.

Your daddy kidnapped me.

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. - Too late.

Faati's already a Kafir.

Shut up, Qadir.

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

Hoo-wee!

I'm just stating the facts.

You're good, bro.

It's a safe space.

Hey.

Join the club.

So, you're no longer a Muslim?

I'm teetering.

I'm in my "but" phase.

So, you like butts that much?

Yes, I do. Why wouldn't I?

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

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

Stop it.

I'm talking about the Islamic creed.

Did your booty-hating Daddy teach you that?

"No God but God."

"No God but God." Correct.

I was on team "No God."

And right now...

I'm on team...

"But."

- What's bringing you back? - 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. - Yes, I am.

Qadir.

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

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

to God?

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.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Come on.

Let's go. We need to go.

Faati, Qadir.

Come on.

Get your stuff. We gotta go. Now.

Sorry, kids.

Your daddy forgot his breast milk.

You desecrated my church.

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

I'm coming for you.

Come on, Hatty, let's go.

Get up.

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. - 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.

Okay. I'm good, man. Come on.

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

Fucking hands off me.

Baba, you gonna do anything?

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

Call a cab. Call a cab.

They don't take cash any more.

Turn that phone off.

We're not being followed.

Faati...

you know why your mom chose the name Khadija?

I thought you gave it to her.

Nah. I proposed it, she chose it.

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

- The kids know that, Sheikh. - 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."

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?

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.

Dana rallied the sisters.

Got you some milk for Zizi.

It's in a cooler at the mosque.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Thank you, Sheikh.

Hey, y'all pack up.

We're gonna go on a little vacation.

Uh, what?

Gonna go to Mexico.

He's in that complex. Come on.

Search for him!

Calm down, Mike.

Hey, Faati, Qadir.

- Huh? - Let's go.

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

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

Are we coming back?

Of course, we are.

Well, can I say bye to Elder Wade?

We tried that building already!

Keep looking...

You know what? How about we all say bye?

Come on.

What?

Hey.

Would y'all like a Topo Chico?

Yes.

Our AC went out.

I just didn't want Zizi burning up.

The maintenance in this building is awful.

My room is empty.

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.

Search everywhere...

Elder Wade.

Yes?

You mind if I join you today?

Of course.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

All right. Thank you.

How y'all brothers doing?

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

You gonna tell me what's really going on?

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

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. - Hmm... I'm...

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

I got some reading material.

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.

Where's Zizi's milk?

Oh, I...

I put it in the freezer in our apartment.

I'm sorry.

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

No, I got it.

It's comin'.

You just going to get milk...

right?

Stay here.

Latif.

Salaam alaikum, brother.

What's the rush?

Mashallah.

You gave up my nephew.

We got ambushed, Mike.

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

There better be diamonds in here.

Fuck is this?

It's breast milk...

My wife pumps too.

Is he a fucking samurai? - Stay focused.

Easy on the foot.

Go look for his kids. They should be in this complex.

Stay back!

I told you not to go back there.

One more step and I'll kill him!

He's not kidding. He got me good.

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?

I'll do you a favor.

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

That's the deal.

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.

We were supposed to...

We were supposed to go on this righteous crusade together!

Stop being dramatic, Mike!

Black ISIS has a sword to my throat!

I used to hunt ISIS, you fuck.

He speaks Arabic?!

Let go of my friend, Latif.

All right.

Just give me the milk.

Just give me the fucking milk.

Fine.

Come and get it.

You better get to the mansion.

Mike. Mike. Mike.

Mike.

Traitor!

Wake up! Wake up!

Oh, fuck, Mike.

Faati.

Get in the closet. Get in the closet!

Go, go, go.

Come on. Get in the closet.

Stay in there.

Mike.

Oh, shit.

Say it now. Come on.

There is no god but God.

Come on.

Everything okay?

I heard gunshots.

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.

Glad I moved you.

All right. Hmm...

Okay. Okay.

Wow.

Still smells like your mama.

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.

Hey.

Who's blocking the gate?

Baba, who is that?

Just go. We're good.

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

All right.

Call the ambulance!

They were here for you.

You see all this?

They were here for you!

I'm coming for you.

Get back to your kids.

Keep 'em out of this mess.

Did someone get hurt?

What happened?

Those ambulances are heading towards the mosque.

Isn't it fajr time?

We should be praying.

We'll pray later.

What?

We're not stopping for prayer.

Prayer don't work like that.

They're appointed times.

That's what Mama told us.

Feel free to pray in the car, 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?

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.

Hey, hey.

Yeah. Can I give you a hug?

What are we doing here?

Change of plans.

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

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.

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?

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.

Ooh.

Be ready when I get back.

That's when we leave for Mexico.

- We're gonna leave for Mexico. - 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.

Yeah, right back there.

All right. Ready?

Here we go. Do your thing, Baba.

I know.

Hey, y'all! Hey!

Happy birthday!

Now, I want you to chill out

on that stuffy porn.

What?

Hello Kitty and doggy style

don't go together.

What?

Okay.

Not as square as you think.

Baba, what?

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

You don't have to go.

die before you die

Calling your light

Calling your light

Calling your light

Calling your light

Desolate land

Deep need for a hand

Calling your light

- Calling your light - 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

What you doin'?

I found this in Uncle's study.

Out of all the books.

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.

Read it aloud.

What?

I'd rather hear your voice

than that weird-ass clown outside.

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

"'Who deserves the best of me?'"

What'd he say?

"Your mother."

It was His will...

that led us to victory.

Amen!

His will...

that kept us safe.

It goes on. The man asked...

"'Who is next?'

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

Makes sense.

Then who?

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?'"

"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.

Hallelujah.

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.

Damn.

Baba's cooked.

Why you say that?

Because the Prophet gave more respect to Mama than Baba?

Nah.

Baba was trying to fill shoes...

that were three times his size.

I wish I gave him a hug before he left.

What you doin'?

Faati?

Stop him!

Back the fuck up or I'll kill him.

Don't shoot him! Stay back!

- Back up. - Stay back!

Stand down! Stand down!

We got him!

- Tie him up! - You showed mercy to him?

Fucking idiot.

Please stop all this. It's over.

Up, up, up.

Back up.

I'm all right. Get him off me!

No!

Oh, shit!

It's okay.

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

It's okay.

It's okay.

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

His will! His will!

- His will! - His will!

Let me hear an amen!

Amen!

Let me hear an amen!

Amen!

Let me hear an amen!

Amen!

God, please.

Bring baba home.

Please.

Please.

Jesus Christ.

That's impossible.

What the fuck?

What you got on? What you got on?

What you got on? What you got on?

What you got on? What you got on?

What you got on? What you got on?

What you got on?

Let him go.

Who's praying for you?

My daughter.

Fatiha.

Okay.

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.

I'm here.

I'm here. I'm here. I'm here.

I'm here.

Why did you leave me?

Why?

So I could find my way back to you.

I could never fill her shoes.

Help me now, Lord...

learn to fill my own.

♪ 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

♪ 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

♪ There's no undoing What you cannot forgive

♪ But now I'm listening

♪ Now I'm listening ♪