Crossing Over Page #3

Some mama Latina makes you

her b*tch for a couple nights.

All right. You've made your point.

So where would you like to do it?

You're goddamn amazing.

Whew.

You really are...

a perfect little f*** machine.

Without a green card.

Well, maybe we could

do something about that.

You can get me a green card?

I can't just manufacture one for you.

I'm not in the counterfeiting business.

But I can have your file and application,

which would conveniently

land on my desk,

and regardless of the merits

of that application,

it would be approved.

You could really pull that off?

Like, on what grounds?

You're a recognized TV star

in Australia, Claire.

I'm bloody well not. I'm not even close.

I don't know that.

And no one else does.

You fabricate some credits,

a few, uh, Aussie awards,

some bullshit testimonials.

And I make it fly.

It's called an EB-1.

It's a green card for persons

of extraordinary ability.

Are you jerking me around?

Or is this real?

Because if you can make

this happen for me...

You'd make it worth my while.

Mm-hmm.

For two weeks.

For a green card?

Six months, baby.

I don't think so.

One month.

Three months.

Two months

and you get me approved

up front, all right?

You can hold on to the paperwork,

but I want to see it.

I want to know that it's real.

Done.

But you're on the clock from tomorrow.

I call, and you get your ass over

to whatever address I give you.

All right.

So you through with me for the day?

Can I go grab a shower?

No, wait.

I got one more favor

to ask of you, Claire.

I want you down on all fours

at the edge of the bed.

You ain't got that yet?

- You cheated today.

- Check it out, yo.

Wait, wait, wait.

You gonna talk to her, dude?

- Taslima. Taslima!

- Oh, God.

It's the sand-n*gger express.

Raghead chick can hide her face

and nobody even know she butt-ugly.

Hey, maybe you can get

your sister to convert or something, A.Z.

Shut up.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff!

Put on your belt.

No.

Immigration Customs Enforcement. Open

the door.

What is this about?

Federal agents.

Open the door, please.

We have a warrant.

Hands against the wall, please.

Hands against the wall.

What is this?

Why is the FBI here?

Relax, sir. Put your

hands behind your back.

Are you Taslima Jahangir?

I'm Special Agent Phadkar.

Will you show me

to your bedroom, please?

I don't understand what this is about.

Did you write this?

Why do you have it?

It was brought to our attention

by the principal of your school.

He was troubled by the position you took.

I thought there was something

like freedom of speech in this country.

You essay elicits sympathy

for the 9/11 hijackers,

suggests you feel their cause was just.

That's not what I wrote.

I wrote that I understand

why they did what they did.

I didn't write that I support it.

Do you? Support their actions?

I understand their need to be heard.

I don't think they went

about it in the right way.

Agent Phadkar.

Do you have an interest in suicide?

Your diary suggests you do.

That's not...

Those are notes on a class paper

on why religions oppose suicide.

And you're not opposed to it?

I wouldn't become a suicide bomber,

if that's what you mean.

But you condone suicide bombing

as a legitimate means

to make a statement?

That's what you wrote in your essay.

You're twisting my words.

That's not what I wrote.

Well, reads that way to me.

"Upon impact, their voices

were finally heard.

"You may not like what they had to say

"or how they got

their message across,

"but we heard it.

For the first time, we heard it."

I was just saying that

they got our attention

and that maybe

we should understand

why they did what they did. That's all.

So if someone's pissed off at America,

they should hijack and fly planes

into our buildings.

That seems like

a reasonable thing to do.

Agent Phadkar, over here.

Take a look at this.

She has a World of Islam account.

She's been frequenting

some interesting chatrooms.

Global Jihad,

Jihad Talking Points.

I'm interested in all

Muslim points of view.

It keeps me informed.

Taslima, your parents are

in the United States illegally.

My brother and sister were born here.

They're American citizens.

True.

But you and your parents are not.

When your brother and sister

reach the age of 21,

they're entitled to petition

for your parents to enter this country.

Until then, your family has no status.

Listen to me, Taslima.

Here's what I'm willing to do for you.

I'm not interested

in detaining your family.

But I'd like to talk to you further.

Immigration and Customs Enforcement

has every right

to take your family into custody,

but if you leave with us now

and cooperate with us,

Immigration won't detain them.

They'll still have to resolve their status,

but nobody's looking to make

an issue of that right now.

You understand?

Mr. Max, welcome to my home.

- Thank you.

- You honor me with your presence tonight.

- Thank you.

- This is my wife.

Very nice to meet you. Welcome.

Thank you. You have a beautiful home.

Thank you.

Congratulations, sir, on your naturalization.

Thank you. Farid.

Come over here. Come and meet

an important gentleman.

- He's my youngest son. He's a lawyer.

- Ah.

- How are you?

- How do you do?

- It's a pleasure.

- Hi. How are you?

This is Max. He is the partner of Hamid.

You show him the respect,

or he will have you deported.

He can't deport me, Baba.

I've already been naturalized.

You're the only person in this house

who can be deported.

Until Saturday.

Then he becomes one of us.

I'm gonna go put her down.

It was good to meet you.

- Thank you.

- Okay, come on.

Hey, Max, I'm so glad

you made it tonight.

I really appreciate it.

Get you a drink?

Yeah, Scotch rocks, please.

Hey, guys, what are you doing?

Inside.

My sister should not

have come here tonight.

What's going on there?

She puts herself before the family.

She shouldn't expect

to be welcome around here.

Baba.

So, Max. Hamid speaks so highly of you.

He looks up to you.

Never understood why he joined the

immigration Gestapo.

I think that deep down inside

he doesn't feel like he belongs.

I mean, what better way

to prove you're red, white, and blue

than by throwing out those

who also don't belong?

You're a lawyer, huh?

I'm a junior partner

at Berkhof, Mazolo, and Klein.

Specialize in personal injury.

We have 35 lawyers under us.

You're an ambulance chaser.

I don't chase anyone.

I turn clients away.

Excuse me.

You have another one of those?

Max Brogan. I work with Hamid.

I know who you are.

Thank you.

What does that say on your bracelet?

"Little angel."

My father gave it to me when I was 12.

You realize that they're staring at us.

Very disapproving looks you're getting

for consorting with the outcast.

I'll risk it.

I've never been invited

to a shunning before.

What is this? Something you guys

brought over with you?

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