All language subtitles for Sleeper Cell S01E08 - Intramural

Previously on "Sleeper Cell"...

Remember what it feels
like to leave this place

and don't come back no matter what.

This is brother Ziad.
He's our accountant down here.

We have a new mission.

Now, you have the weekend to acquire
the materials listed for you.

Now, the guys in communications
were able to trace calls

to both New York City
and Washington, D.C.

Two more cells.

There's something going
on with you, Darwyn.

I know about your husband.

What the fuck?

It's Khashul.

He's from Afghanistan and came
by today looking for Ken.

I come to fight jihad in Los Angeles.

I e-mailed Farik.

He gave us the order to get rid of him.

Keep it clean but make it fast.

You don't understand.
He's not a terrorist!

Ray!

I believe you know my cousin Abdullah.

Bobby Habib, right?

Do you know any of his friends?

Are any of them extremists or criminal?

It's okay, ma'am.

I think my boyfriend is a terrorist.

We are here to honor the life...

of assistant special agent
in charge Raymond Fuller.

Ray Fuller spent his career...

and gave up his life...

protecting our great nation
from those who seek to bring it

down both here and abroad.

He did his job with honor...

dignity...

and respect.

And I know I speak for all members

of the law-enforcement community
present here today in saying...

that, Ray...

...your memory will inspire us
to carry on in your footsteps.

And you will never be forgotten.

LAPD never gets this kind of send-off.

File says Al-Hakim was a ranger.

It's no surprise he knows
how to scope out a place.

Shit, if he had an M25 sniper rifle,

he could take out the mayor,
FBI brass, plus our chief.

Well, the mayor he can have
hate that patronizing prick.

We're not recording in here, are we?

Not unless you want me to.

Give me a printout of that mug.

Parolees, please have your
four-digit ident numbers ready...

Darwyn Al-Hakim.

Parolees, have your ident
numbers ready for your counsel.

Darwyn...

Special Agent Serxner.

You can call me Patrice.

We are gonna be seeing a lot
of each other from now on.

Special Agent Serxner.

It's been a while.

The whole team is really
impressed with what you've done.

So, what'd you think
of the ceremony today?

I pulled the GPS records
on your cellphone.

They put you within 200 yards

of the federal building at 10:00 A.M.

You pulled my GPS records?

You're undercover, Darwyn.
You can't be at that service.

You really think I don't know that?

Ray Fuller was my friend.

And this friendship has put
you at risk time and again.

It dragged you out to
the federal building

when your cover had no
business being there.

And it caused ASAC Fuller to
make questionable decisions

in the way he handled you.

In your opinion.

I was your alternate case agent.

Half my job was watching you,

and the other half was
watching Fuller watching you.

Now, he made mistakes...

avoidable ones.

His friendship with you prevented him

from following proper procedure
and taking due precautions.

Precautions like what?

Like what putting a leash on me?

Do you really think I would
have gotten in as far as I have

if I had a case agent
breathing down my neck

every goddamn minute?

Well, you better get
used to how that feels,

'cause I'm not gonna make the
same mistakes Fuller did.

I plan on living to see the end of this.

Great.
- Look...

My job is to ensure the
security of this investigation.

Now, if that means I got to
breathe down your neck

morning, noon, and night so
you don't go cowboy again,

then that is exactly what I am gonna do.

We're too close for any more mistakes.

We both know that.

Farik's had us customizing a truck...

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

Jesus.

Still no hard intel on
the date or target...

but I'm working on it.

Okay, you keep me posted on that.

You got it.

But before you go back in the field,

I need you to get a
psychiatric evaluation.

You're kidding, right?

A psych eval?

Are you fucking listening to me?

I'm sitting on a Trojan horse

that can fake its way into
any location in this city,

plus we got a line on
possible simultaneous plots

in New York and D.C. and you
want me to see a fucking shrink?

What you went through
was highly traumatic.

We want to make sure you're mentally
equipped to go back to work.

Agent Serxner, mentally
equipped or not...

I'm all you have on the inside.

Who you gonna replace me with?

You?

He was an inmate here, Darwyn Al-Hakim.

You supervised him in the library.

Word is you were a mentor to him...

tutored him into a Muslim philosophy.

You seem to know a lot about the man.

What do you want from me?

Maybe you could tell me
what he's up to now.

We haven't kept in touch.

Bullshit.

That guy saved your
life in the cafeteria

less than a year ago.

I'm in a maximum-security facility.

That means every piece
of mail gets screened,

every call gets tapped,

and there's a camera on me
every time I leave this cell.

If I'd been talking to him,
you'd know about it.

Isn't that right, Warden?

How about this guy?

No idea.

His name's Abdullah "Bobby" Habib.

He and his family went
missing a few months ago.

Before he disappeared, a neighbor

saw him in the company of your
prot�g�, Darwyn Al-Hakim.

And like Al-Hakim,
Habib's a known Muslim.

Known Muslim?

So worshiping Allah is a crime now?

How about him?

No. No more.

Do you know his name?

Fuck it. That's it. I'm done.

Who is he?

Take me back to my cell.

Tell me who... he... is.

Or what?

You gonna beat it out of me, detective?

Maybe take my copy of the Qu'ran

and wipe your ass with it?

I've been a lifer for the past 26 years.

Do your fucking worst.

All right.

We're done.

Put him in solitary.

Man's nearly 70.
He's never been a problem to me.

I need some legal justification.

I'm investigating a
highly sensitive case

which could be a matter
of national security.

I can't risk him communicating

with anybody on the inside or out

not till I'm done.

Darwyn, are you allowed to be here?

I kind of just wanted to come by

and see how you and the boys were doing.

The memorial was... hard.

It helped a little that...

a lot of people loved him.

Yeah, he was a-a...

...a fucking hero to a
lot of us, you know.

Angela, if I could have
given my life to save his.

Darwyn...

Darwyn, I know.

What am I gonna do?

I feel totally... lost.

It's Nate's birthday next weekend,

and I can't even think straight.

And everybody wants me
to be strong, but...

I'm scared.

I don't know what I'm gonna
do without him, Darwyn.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Edgar: We ran both their faces
through our database...

no matches.

Julio Torres, previously our
unidentified male number one,

flew to Boston, then
onto Stockholm, Sweden.

Dmitri Gonis, previously our
unidentified male number two,

decides to take the scenic
route home, wherever that is.

He's been crisscrossing the Midwest,

taking snapshots of cows
and cloud formations

and checking into motel 6's.

And if we pick them both up now?

Take them down now, we
become short-term heroes.

But in two months, we'll
be in front of congress

explaining our decision to pull the plug

when we knew that there
were additional cells.

Whereas, if we're patient
and follow these two

to wherever it is that they're headed,

we stand an excellent chance

of taking out this entire
three-prong network

here in the states.

Between L.A., New York, and D.C.,

Plus the joint terrorism task force,

we have 200 federal
law-enforcement agents

working on the case.

Sooner or later,
something's got to break.

Or someone.

Are you talking about
special agent al-Sayeed?

Excuse me.

Serxner.

You are kidding.

Okay, I'll call you back.
I'm with S.A.C. Diaz now.

Our S.O.'s have agent al-Sayeed

at Ray Fuller's house,
talking to his widow.

He risks the integrity of
the entire investigation.

Right now he is the
entire investigation.

Agent al-Sayeed is our
only pair of eyes and ears

on the inside with these assholes.

We have to stick by him the
way that he stuck by us.

So, Jim told his supervisor,

"I'll handle all the layoff
sand severance deals for you,"

which gives us, like, an
additional three months

before we have to decide whether
or not we're moving to Omaha.

So, how's Darwyn?

I wouldn't know.

It's sort of up in the
air at the moment.

Really?

Honey, I'm sorry.

No, don't be. You know,
it's no big deal.

A Muslim ex-con.
What the hell was I thinking?

You know, my life is
like a broken record...

fall for charming bad boy...

fuck charming bad boy...

...get fucked over, by charming bad boy.

- Hey, "D."
- Yo?

Cover me for a minute.
I got to make a phone call.

A'ight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, relax, man.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

The day of martyrdom is coming.

- You clean out the truck?
- Yeah.

Good.

Now help me unload.

What is this thing for?

To keep our payload from
turning from liquid to gas

at the wrong time.

Thank you.

How was the drive?

Fine until some Asian almost
drive me off the fuckin' road.

How the hell do you
people drive in L.A.?

They any worse than drivers in Mexico?

No, no. In Mexico,
everybody drive crazy.

See, this way you know
what you're dealing with.

Middle eastern male, bald,
mid-30's, 5'6", about 170...

gray double-breasted suit, no tie.

Yeah, and run this plate.
It's a Mexican tag.

Baja California...

alpha, alpha, golf...

0209.

Thanks.

The plot thickens.

We're gonna get ourselves
a sneak-and-peek warrant,

check out al-Hakim's place.

Assalamu alaikum.

Wa alaikum assalam.

Everything in place with the product?

I sent the shipment out yesterday.

We pick it up at mail boxes etc.
On the way to the meeting...

five K's,

but I say we begin
negotiations at half-kilo.

What meeting?

Our brother Ziadh as driven up here

in order to introduce us to some
of his business associates.

We're going to make a trade...
the drugs for something we need.

So, who are the business associates?

Let's just say they're some people
with whom we share a common goal...

the downfall of the
united states government.

Walter: Go ahead. Go, go.

Do it gentle, guys.

I don't want Mr. al-Hakim
knowing we were here.

Detective Moss, look at this.

Make sure you get a picture of every
fuckin' squigglein that book.

All right.

"We got to just do something"

"we got to bend them rules"

"we got to do something"

"I don't care how cruel"

"they take all our money"

"they always get their way"

"they always think it's funny"

"everything we had to say"

so...

take over...

...which one of you
colorful folks is Z-Diddy?

I am.

Mr. Cassidy, we finally get to meet.

And your friends here?

This is my boss.

And his bodyguard?

He's not my bodyguard.
He's my associate.

Really?

Okay, listen here, boss-man.

Let's just call a spade a spade.

Pardon my expression.

See, um... I can deal with
a couple of sand niggers,

but now you're asking me to deal with
a full-blood edebonic nigger, too.

I mean, what are you, anyway, boy?

I mean, you're kind of
a high-yellow coon?

You know, my... my
great-great-grandfather...

he probably fucked your
great-great-grandmommy.

I mean, for all I know,
we could be related.

White supremacists.

What the fuck are we doing
business with these guys?

Because that's all it is... business.

That's right... "bid'ness."

Oh, and by the way, you got us wrong.

We're... we're separatists.
We're not supremacists.

See, your... your middle
eastern "massas" here,

they've got their own native
countries to go back to,

where you... unfortunately,
you live in my home.

Look, we all have a common enemy, right?

The old U.S. Zionist
occupational government?

Oklahoma City?

I was jealous until 9/11.

You're asking for a lot
of materials from us.

And I feel we can offer you adequate
compensation for your troubles.

We're not offering this,
uh, street smack, okay?

This Afghan stuff, is the
finest product in the world.

You're gonna love it.

It's a luxury product that
commands a luxury price.

I assume you brought us a sample?

If it lives up to its advertising...

...we'll call you.

Trust me.

You'll be calling.

Complainant Gayle Bishop approached us

concerned that her
ex-boyfriend, Darwyn al-Hakim,

was involved in terrorist activities.

Suspect al-Hakim was friends

with a number of possible
Muslim extremists,

including Abdullah "Bobby" Habib,

who disappeared soon
after meeting al-Hakim.

The whereabouts of habib and
his family remain unknown.

Suspect al-Hakim completed
a six-year sentence

for federal and state
weapons convictions

at Lompoc federal
penitentiary two months ago.

He's currently on
California state parole.

While incarcerated at Lompoc,

he associated with a group
of known Islamic radicals.

We observed suspect al-Hakim
from 09:30 to 11:00 hours

yesterday at a bus stop
on Wilshire Boulevard.

The suspect appeared to be conducting
surveillance of the federal building.

We executed a search warrant

of suspect al-Hakim's
apartment this evening

and photographed a number
of Arabic writings.

Sir, I am confident

once those writings are translated...

we will gain valuable intel
on suspect's activities.

What the fuck are you doing in my house?

Trying to figure out why
you broke into mine.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You tell your idiot S.O. team

that Arabic reads right to left.

They put my journal back upside down.

It wasn't me, and it wasn't my S.O.
team.

Bullshit. Somebody tossed my place.

It wasn't me, and it wasn't my people.

Diaz told me to back off you yesterday.

I didn't want to, but
he's my boss, so I did.

Then find out who it was.

Maybe Farik checking up on you.

No, because Farik's shit
is much tighter than that.

He would have put my journal
back the right way.

Then I don't know, but I will find out.

Do that.

You know, Ray Fuller would
have my back covered on this.

If someone's digging through my shit,

there's a leak somewhere.

Seal it and fix it or
else we're all fucked.

Emergency meeting!

Everyone.

Sit down.

Just you.

What's up?

I, um...

I received an interesting message

from a loyal and trusted
Muslim brother yesterday.

The LAPD have been asking questions

about Bobby Habib and you.

Do they know anything?

I was about to ask you
the very same question.

How should I know, man?

I think we all covered our
tracks pretty well that night.

We did... with one exception.

You couldn't stop fucking his neighbor.

It seems she reported Bobby missing

and mentioned you as a suspect.

Farik, they got nothing on me, man.

If there was a witness to what
happened in the desert that night,

we'd have all been picked up by now.

And yet they're investigating you...

...which makes me curious.

What did you tell that fine
little crusader whore of yours?

I didn't say anything to her.
You know I'm not that stupid!

Don't play games with me.
What did you tell her?

Not a damn thing.

She told me Bobby moved out.

I played dumb, and it
never came up again...

not once.

Look, I-I-I broke up with her

the second I realized
that you were right.

She was a fucking distraction.

And you think that matters?

You think that earns you some
kind of award or something?

That's too little, too late.

Because of you, the damage
has already been done.

Far, we need to play this one cool, man.

So far, it's just a
missing-persons case.

If they don't find anything,

it'll lose steam and it'll go away.

The San Bernardino sheriff's department

have found Bobby's corpse.

Now, of course, at the moment,
he's still a John Doe,

but if forensics enables them to
ID the remains,

then you would have placed us

in the middle of a murder investigation,

and that will not go away.

You have violated our security, Darwyn.

Does anyone remember what happens
to those who violate our security?

Listen, this is...

Shut up.

One last time.

What did you tell her?

Nothing.

Ugh!

Oh.

I never told her anything.

Aah!

What did you tell her?!

What does she know?!

Nothing, nothing.

Ughhhh! Aaaah!

You know what, Darwyn?

I think I believe you.

Tommy, get him some water.

Come on.

Hey, here you go, man.

Get the fuck away from me.

I'm proud of you, Darwyn.

You showed an ability to
remain calm under pressure,

something we will all need
in the next few days.

But let this be a lesson to all of you.

We cannot afford any
more fucking mistakes!

Do you understand?

Don't go straight home.

Change your patterns

just in case the police
are still watching you.

Okay, that's great. Thank you. Bye.

What's new?

Farik's leaving.

The surveillance ops is picking him up.

That's all that's happened since
our man went in a few hours ago.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Where?

That vehicle on the northeast corner?

Looks like the mystery
machine from "scooby-doo."

That's LAPD metro surveillance.

Shit.

Blue on blue.

Yeah, we met over the, um...

Bobby's daughter's birthday, yeah.

Have you heard from Bobby lately?

Only a couple of times. He e-mailed me.

He's got this new job in Cairo
that's keeping him busy.

He's back in Egypt?

I know, I know. I was surprised, too.

You know, his relationship
with his family was so bad.

Well, I'm glad he's okay.

He and Nadia just kind of picked up
and left in the middle of the night.

Yeah, it was some kind
of a government job

he was waiting on, I think.

He's happy, and his daughter, you know,

is even learning to speak Arabic.

Oh, hmm. Glad she's adjusting.

Yeah.

It is kind of funny.

I-I thought something might
have happened to him.

Um, his cousin came by
my apartment building

looking for him...

said he had no idea where
Bobby and Nadia went.

It kind of spooked me.

Ahmad, was it?

Yeah, I think so.

Yeah. Yeah, it's...

Bobby mentioned him a couple of times.

He's not a very good person...
something to do with money.

I didn't want to pry.

You didn't tell him anything, did you?

No, I-I didn't have
anything to tell him.

Good, good, good.

Well, he probably won't bother you
again, but, listen, if, uh...

if anybody else from bobby's
family comes hassling you,

all right, just give me a call.

I work in security.
I'll take care of you.

Thank you, guys, for finally seeing me.

I was beginning to think you
were trying to avoid it.

Don't be ridiculous,
special agent Serxner.

Why would I want to avoid a
case meeting with the FBI?

Well, now that I am finally
here, I'll keep it brief.

One of our investigations and
one of yours had an overlap.

So I'm here to compare notes.

Well, now that a deputy
chief and a captain

have both ordered me to
share details with you

about our investigation,

I don't really have a choice, do I?

Tell 'em what you got, Walt.

A woman approached us with
suspicions about her boyfriend

and a missing neighbor...

actually, a family of three neighbors...

husband, wife, and female child.

She thinks the boyfriend had something
to do with the disappearance.

She also thinks he may be
involved with Islamic radicals,

possibly terrorists.

So we're following it up.

That's it?

So far.

Okay, special agent.

As you can see, we've been wholehearted
in our interagency cooperation.

Now it's your turn.

Why are you people up on this guy?

I never said we were
up on him, lieutenant.

Who are you trying to kid?

The D.E.C.'s system alerted you

that we obtained a search
warrant for his place.

That's why you're here, right?

Unfortunately, this case,
which you have overlapped,

involves a matter of national security.

Now, because of that,

you're gonna have to cease your end
of the investigation immediately.

I'm afraid that's all
I'm at liberty to say.

Anything else would be
precluded by the 6e rule.

You're telling me this
Darwyn al-Hakim guy

is part of some open
grand-jury investigation?

I am telling you

that me saying anything else about him

or, indeed, any aspect of this case

would be precluded by the 6e rule.

Since my superiors
have set the precedent

of cooperating with
the FBI in this case,

I'll follow their lead and
withdraw all resources

in connection with the Darwyn
al-Hakim investigation.

You happy?

Thank you, lieutenant.

I appreciate your understanding.

I'll be sure to communicate that
in a letter to your deputy chief.

Send me a copy. I'll
be sure to frame it.

Well, I know you gentlemen

are very busy keeping the
streets free from crime.

I won't keep you from your work.

Lieutenant.

Detective.

God damn it, Bill.

We were on the verge of
something important here.

How can you just let the FBI
swoop in and... - Fuck her.

What?

Who does she think she's kidding with
that 6e national security bullshit?

Like we're not part of the nation.

That federal bitch didn't
even go through the motions

of asking me what level
my security clearance is.

You know, I'm a major in
reserve army intelligence.

Fuck her.

One in 250 of our brother officers

are fighting these car-bombing
douche bags overseas.

We finally get a real line on
some of their jihad brothers

right here in our own backyard,

some cunt center fold

from "The Babes of the
Bureau" issue of Maxim

thinks I'm just gonna let this go

in order to preserve the
sanctity of the 6e rule?

Catch a clue, sweetheart.
No fucking way.

Gayle Bishop?

Patrice Serxner, FBI.

I'm, uh, with the joint terrorism
task force for the LAPD.

Do you have a minute?

Is this about Darwyn?

Yeah, you went to the
police about him, right?

Yeah.

Well, his case file was
forwarded to my desk.

Did you find anything?

Nope.

The investigation checked out clean.

We followed upon pretty much everyone

that Mr. al-Hakim's had contact
with since leaving prison,

but there were no matches to
anyone on our watch lists.

That's great news...

I mean, for me, at least.

Um, you were probably hoping
to catch a terrorist.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

We don't want them if they're innocent.

No, it's just as important to
identify who's not a terrorist.

So he's definitely not
involved in any of that?

You can never say with
any absolute certainty,

but, no, as of now, we have
no reason to suspect him.

Now, as for the disappearance
of Mr. Habib...

Oh, I've been meaning to
call the police about that.

Someone I know actually heard from him.

The Habibs flew back to Egypt.

Yeah, he, um, got a good
job there or something.

Oh, who told you that?

Yossi.

I have his number.

Here... "Yossi Amran".

Does Mr. Amran have any
contact info for the Habibs?

I assume, yeah.

He said that they
e-mailed a couple times.

Oh, great.

Well, I'll just get the e-mail address,

and we can close the
missing-persons file.

Look, here. I'm gonna give you my card.

If you see or hear anything suspicious,

don't hesitate to call that number.
It's my direct line.

It's quicker than going
through the police.

Okay, great.

I should have never bothered
you guys about Darwyn.

I just kind of got paranoid about it.

You did right to report it.

He obviously did something
to make you suspicious.

But you don't know Darwyn, you know?

He's a really great guy.
He's great with my son.

I mean, there's no way he could
be involved in any of this.

I really owe him an apology. I just...

never let myself...

trust him.

Listen, ms. Bishop, I, uh...

I don't know him like you
do, but off the record,

this guy may not be a
terrorist, but he is trouble.

In my job, I see guys
like this all the time.

They get out of jail, they
promise to go straight,

they end up right back inside.

They never change.

Trust me.

Look, what happened today...

forget it.

We're all still brothers.

We're all sorry, Darwyn.

He said, "Forget it."

Fallujah...

truck bomb, 33 dead.

The history of Islam was
written in two lines.

One is black,

which is the ink that the
scholars write with.

The other's red...

which is the blood
that the martyrs shed.

You know, I found out last week

that, uh, a good friend of mine died.

He was a great fighter...

for the cause.

He taught me to...

he taught me to fight for
what I believe in...

n... no matter what the odds.

He was a mujahid?

Yeah, he was.

Anyway, he'd be, uh...

he'd be real happy to see me here...

with all you guys.

To the man who taught you to fight.

We'll make him proud, Darwyn.

Serxner needs to see you.
She says it's urgent.

Pay the check and get out
of here as soon as you can.

Where?

The all-night spot where
you used to meet Fuller.

"Walking through the suburbs,
though not exactly lovers"

"you're a couple, 'specially
when your body's doubled"

"duplicate and then you
wait for the next Kuwait"

"Karmacoma, Jamaican' Roma..."

We got a problem, Darwyn.

Your girlfriend went
to the LAPD about you

in connection with the Bobby Habib case.

I know.

Farik found out somehow.

I don't know.

Tried to sweat me, see if I break.

Apparently, San Bernardino
sheriff's department

found Bobby's remains.
- They didn't find shit.

We planted that story after
the bureau dug him up.

Yeah, okay.

In case Farik decided to return
to the scene of the crime.

Good move. We have our moments.

So, I went to the LAPD
today and shut them down.

They're gonna back off you.

But getting Farik to stop snooping
around... that's another story.

He arranged a little bump-in with Gayle
at the coffee bean this afternoon.

What happened?

We don't have audio, so I can only
assume he was trying to find out

how much you've told her about the cell.

I took every possible precaution.

And it still wasn't good enough.

Not only did you get involved
while you were under,

but you sucked her into the case.

Now, you got to "X" out Gayle.

I already did.

No, you got to make her go as far
away from this as possible.

I broke it off with her.

No. I talked to her today.

She's coming back.

Hello?

Yes.

All right. We'll be there in an hour.

Yeah?

Yeah, we'll pick you
up on the way there.

That was Ziad.

Cassidy's ready to do business.

This is Serxner to all field units.

Mount up and head north.

This is detective Moss.

Put units on standby.
We're going mobile.

This is the only entrance to the yard.

We need a couple of lookouts.

Darwyn, you stay here.
Tommy, other side.

Page me if you see anything suspicious.

We got to move now.

This is our best chance
to take down al-Hakim.

Then we'll grab the others.

Mr. Boss man...

You brought your white associates today.

How thoughtful.

You bring the candy?

Trick or treat.

Oh, and, you know, I
must compliment you.

You weren't lying when you said

that you had the finest heroin.

Not that... I would know.

I just sell the shit down in Compton...

Hollywood.

Oh, if... if, uh, you don't mind...

see, it's for our safety... and yours.

You got something on your mind, brother?

I'm not your brother.

I used to be like you
before I found Allah.

Yeah?

Don't kid yourself, Frenchy.
You're still like me.

It's good.

Of course it's good.

Come on.

I got 120 pounds a C4

100 sticks of TNT,
3,000 feet of DET cord,

and 50 rolls of rigger's tape.

Uh-oh. Shit. Agent Serxner.

Is that the LAPD?

That fucking son of a bitch.

LAPD's taking down our agent.

LAPD!

Hands on your head!

Lower your weapons! Hold your weapons!

Lower them! Down!

Stand down!

You stand down!

This is our set!

Pleasure doing business with you.

I hope you get what you
deserve in the struggle.

That's funny.

See, I was gonna say
the same thing to you.

Okay, Moss.

I am violating every single FBI protocol

by telling you this,

but if you do not back down right now,

you're gonna "X" out
the only agent we have

inside a planned spectacular
terrorist attack.

You've got an undercover?

Please clear the set now.

Stand down.

Clear 'em up. Let's go!

Intercept the cell and slow them down.

Buy us time.

Everything go okay?

Done deal.

Well, look who's back.

Hey, homey.

You know what my favorite movie is?

"Shaft Goes to Africa and Stays."

It ain't "bid'ness."

It's personal.

Darwyn!

Let's go.

The moment your agent told
me about your undercover,

I withdrew immediately.

And she had to breach
protocol to do it...

Giving you knowledge, which
makes you a security risk.

I've been granted the authority to
take you into protective custody

until the end of this operation
effective immediately.

Why? Just because I found
out about an undercover?

Look, I-I...

I promise not to breathe
a word of it to anybody.

Jesus, Bill. You gonna let
him take me into custody?

Fuck, Bill, this was your call.

You were the one who
pushed me to keep going!

There must be some other way to do this.

We could always sign detective Moss up

for the joint terrorism task force...

Ship him out immediately
to some remote location.

The legal attach�in Sri Lanka

has an opening for a
surveillance operator.

Sounds like the perfect fit for you.

Fuckin' Sri Lanka?

Y-you're kidding, right?

What the hell am I gonna tell my wife?

Tell her your country needs you.

Lieutenant, make sure LAPD drops
any and all investigations

regarding any and all
subjects in this case.

How you holding up?

Not good.

Thanks for having my back today.

What, you thought I wouldn't
go through the door with you?

Didn't mean that.

Look, I know I'm not Ray.

How long has your husband been in Iraq?

I saw the pictures on the refrigerator.

Doug's been there almost a year,

so he's due back next month.

But he's not my husband.

He's my brother.

I'll pray for him.

You still need me to go
in for that psych eval?

Mm-hmm.

But it can wait till the case is over.

It's Gayle.

Well, you know what you've got to do.

Yeah. Yeah, just like you said.

So, what'd you want to see me for?

Okay, I just want to
start by apologizing...

for not telling you I was still married,

even though it's in name
only, I promise you.

I should have just told you the truth

and then trusted that
you would understand.

I also want to apologize
for not understanding

that you need your privacy.

I guess I was just a
little paranoid before

because I've been hurt real bad.

And I know you're not that type of guy.

I don't want to be that person

that lets her past fuck
up her future, you know?

And that's what I was doing with you.

I guess I'm just sorry
for a lot of things.

This is the part where you're
supposed to accept my apology.

No, Gayle. I really think
you got the wrong idea.

You have feelings for me, obviously,

but I don't have the
same feelings for you,

and I never did.

Wait. What are you
talking about, Darwyn?

What am I talking... Gayle,

with the exception of a
hooker inside my hotel lobby,

you're the first woman to talk to me

after being in prison
for six years, a'ight?

And just like that, you fuck me.

What was I supposed to do... say no?

What, so that's what this was to you?

I don't believe you, Darwyn.

Come on, Gayle.

Don't act like you didn't enjoy it, too.

Listen...
- Get out!

Okay.

They're all empty.

Not for long.