"Previously on "sleeper cell"..." "I'm abdullah habib." "Everyone calls me bobby." "One of us is a traitor." "Aah!" "I'm in fucking awe of what you're putting yourself through." "Whatever I got to do to back you up, you consider it done." "The major's grave." "Phosgene -- 100 gallons of it." "In the wrong hands, that's a hell of a fuckin' weapon." "In that warehouse is something much bigger than 100 gallons of phosgene." "You really, really want to make it up to me?" "Her husband is dead, ray." "Is that what she told you?" "Her husband is serving a 20-year sentence in san quentin for vehicular manslaughter and drug trafficking." "The dogs we'll target next have two legs instead of four." "They were able to trace calls to both new york city and washington, D.C." "Two more cells." "Vamos, vamos!" "I've been leaving you message after message." "How pathetic can you make me?" "My mistake, thinking we were good again." "'Cause every time I do, you disappear." "Listen, gayle -- no, what?" "Lay it on me." "I believed every other lie." "What is it this time?" "Another job interview?" "You get thrown back in jail?" "What?" "I know about your husband." "I know he's still alive, and I know that you're still married." "Who -- who told you that?" "Couple of friends from the pen did time with him at pelican bay." "Word gets around, you know?" "So you just figured," ""fuck you." "I'm done"?" "You didn't think I'd have an explanation?" "You know, you're the last person who should be judging me." "Gayle, you're still married." "In islam, adultery is a sin that's punishable by death." "Oh, now you're all about being a good muslim?" "What religion are you when you're fucking me, huh?" "Don't put it on me." "You're the one that lied." "I am not a l" "I didn't lie to you." "He went on one of his shit-faced benders." "That's true." "He killed a family on the 405." "That's true." "So he survived, but he's dead to me." "He's in for 20 years, at least." "The only reason why I haven't divorced him is because his lawyer keeps stalling." "I tell my son that his dad is dead because I can't bear to tell him what really happened." "He's too young to understand, anyway." "You lie to your son about it, too?" "You never lied about anything in your entire life?" "Not if I can help it." "Uh-huh." "You disappear for days and you don't tell me why." "Isn't that the same as lying?" "There's something going on with you, darwyn." "Why won't you trust me?" "I told you my life is complicated, gayle." "Fuck you." " I told you." " Fuck you." "I tell you about the worst thing that's ever happened to me, and you still want to keep secrets?" "At least I'm trying here, darwyn." "When are you gonna start?" "Look, I really got to get back to work, okay?" "If you walk away from me, I swear it's over." "I got nothing left." "Please?" "Ilija has been calculating the results of our test." "Our double wrap of det cord with a full stick of tnt chaser was able to propel" "100 gallons of phosgene over an area of 31,000 square feet." "We were, however, aided by a small head wind of seven miles per hour." "Naturally the human nervous system is different from a dog, but I didn't think I could spare any of you for the test." "Now, you have the weekend to acquire the materials listed for you." "At the bottom of your instructions is a part of a numbered passcode." "When you have completed your task, gather back here around the computer and enter all four parts of the passcode into a locked document called "payroll."" "The document will give you further instruction." "I trust you not to open it before then." "Take the van." "You won't be able to transport what you need by taking the bus." "You don't need it?" "I'm taking the weekend off." "Darwyn, what's up?" "Ray, farik said he's taking the weekend off." "He might be breaking pattern." "We have to stick with him." "All right?" "I'm on it." "Yes." "No, no, no, I want it plain." "No paint, no trim." "Do you have one available?" "Can I pick it up within 24 hours?" "No, that's not a problem." "I can pay cash." "Yeah." "Hold on one second, please." "Christian aumont?" "Yes, what is it?" "Yeah, I got a package for you." "Sign right there." "Uh, okay, I'll come by later to check it out, okay?" "Thank you." "Merde!" "It's a plotter -- large format printer." "That's right." "How do you know?" "I worked in a graphic-art house one summer when I was in high school back in berkeley." "I really hit the jackpot -- this place in the valley." "Paint sprayers, heat lamps, buffers, sanders." "Do you have any idea what all this stuff is for?" "Maybe we're going to do an all-jihad episode of "monster garage."" "What the fuck?" "Check this out, man." "Who the fuck is that?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Zoom in, zoom in." "Hello?" "Darwyn, it's tommy." "Listen, we've got a threat level orange." "In english, mr." "Homeland security." "We've got a situation, man." "How soon can you meet us at the china café?" "Give me 20." "I'm across town." "Still no christian." "Left another message." "Maybe farik sent him deep undercover or something." "More likely he's with another of his cheap whores." "He switches off his ringer when he's getting laid." "Okay, but now that christian is not showing up, you guys want to tell me who this kid is?" "He's khashul." "He's from afghanistan." "He came by today, looking for ken." "Kenneth bin al-waleed, great man." "You are his friends?" "We used to work with kenneth." "But he died a few weeks ago in a struggle." "You continue his operation?" "Why do you want to know?" "I come to fight jihad in los angeles." "Aren't you a little young to be jihading?" "I am 17." "I fight in kandahar since 12." "I know automatic -- shh!" "Semiautomatic, rpg." "I speak very good english." "Spanish, too." "My teachers, they say I look like mexican." "CoŃo de tu madre." ""God damn your mother to hell," huh?" "That's pretty good." "This why they send me here." "I look like infidel." "Please... let me help you." "This my destiny." "If you want to blend in with the infidels, your destiny right now is go in the back and wash up." "So, what do you think?" "We might be able to use some extra help." "Are you crazy?" "First kid off the street with a good story and you want to give him the keys to the kingdom." "You think he's fbi?" "Tommy, he's barely past puberty." "He's an unknown factor and a potential liability." "And whoever he is, he knows too much for his own good and ours." "Wait." "Why don't we just wait until farik gets back?" "Maybe he needs a fake mexican kid to walk into union station with a backpack full of dynamite." "What are we gonna do with him in the meantime, though?" "I'll take him." "Mine." "Checking in?" "Yeah " " Ferrone." "Carlo." "Ah, yes, mr." "Ferrone." "Buona sera." "Are you from italy?" "Yeah -- little italy." "A new yorker." "I love the big apple." "Don't we all." "Do you like american television?" "Yes, I like." "It's forbidden." "In afghanistan, if muslim woman dressed that way... my sheikh in kandahar give to me to stab in the heart of the infidel." "He old-fashioned." "Your sheikh in kandahar make you wear a 3-piece suit, too?" "3-piece?" "What you mean?" "The cuffs, the leg chains, the metal belt." "They make you wear that in training camp?" "Yeah." "The only place they slap that on you is in prison." "And the only prison where they'd do that to a kid like you is guantanamo bay." "But you forgot to mention that, didn't you?" "What did you do?" "What did you do to get shipped off to gitmo?" "I did nothing." "Yes, you did!" "You keep lying!" "Please, darwyn, I can explain." "I did nothing." "Please." "Let go." "Easy." "My father, brothers, and we used to raise goat for milk in afghanistan." "We know nothing about america." "We did not care." "Then U.S.," "They come to attack." "They come to the towns." "They want taliban." "They will give money for taliban." "A man in town, he -- he don't like my father." "He want our house." "He want money." "So he says to americans," ""we're taliban." "We al qaeda."" "We are not." "Americans, they come, take my father, take my brothers, take me." "We don't speak english." "They don't speak pashto." "We say nothing." "They take us to kandahar." "I'm in prison for... two weeks, three weeks." "I don't know." "Every day a man come in." "He ask questions." ""Where is mullah omar?" "Where is bin laden?"" "I say, "I know nothing." "I'm not al qaeda."" "They put me in airplane, sent me to a hot, sticky place near the sea." "They call it gitmo." "There, they ask more questions." "A man comes in -- sergeant walker from santa monica, california, usa." "He say he my friend." "He tells me," ""tell us who is bin laden." "Tell us who is al qaeda."" "I say, "I know nothing."" "They put me in 3-piece suit, throw me in solitary for... sometimes three day, four day." "I meet other prisoners." "They teach me arabic, teach me english." "But mostly I learn to hate americans." "These are people with no god." "I was at gitmo three years." "Then they say I'm no good for them." "They send me back to afghanistan." "When I go back there is no house." "My father gone, my mother gone," "my brothers -- all gone." "They call this giving me back my freedom?" "There was a new mosque in town." "The sheikh there says to me," ""come." "Stay with me."" "He was taliban." "He teach me fight for islam." "Please, darwyn, do not tell I was at gitmo." "What do you got?" "Farik's in vegas." "Spent about $200 on a tasting menu at le cirque." "So far, that's about it." "Nothing." "Hmm." "No, there's got to be something." "Farik's not the type just to go on vacation, leave us all running around." "Hmm." "So, uh, there's something else." "Farik left us a computer and gave us all an input code to get information off of it for our next assignment." "Is there any chance that we could get in there and do a sneak-and-peek, clone the hard drive?" "I don't know, man -- knowing farik, there's some sort of alarm or surveillance on the thing." "It might be too risky." "So...who's the kid?" "New recruit?" "Don't know yet." "Just keeping him at my place till he talks." "If I get anything, I'll let you know." "Well, I'll run his pictures at the database, see what we come up with." "Has he got a name?" "Just khashul." "Nothing else." "Far as we know, that could be an alias, you know?" "All right." "You see how smart farik is, don't you?" "No, bec-- no." "Because he rented all of the rooms next to his." "We absolutely cannot afford to risk taking a burn here." "You're gonna have to monitor the hallway outside the room, and I need you to I.D." "Every unidentified person that comes into contact with farik." "I'm gonna need your best surveillance ops people because they're gonna have to be prepared to follow whoever comes in contact with the target all the way to togoland if that's where they're headed." "If that happens, I'll get diaz to cover your travel expenses out of L.A. Undercover case." "Thanks, drew." "Keep me informed." "Keep away from the blackjack tables."