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I didn't bring it.

I was born here.

I'm the only one in this family

who's an actual American.

Probably decided to naturalize.

Makes 'em every bit as American as you.

Let me tell you about my father.

The great American-to-be.

He was always critical of the Shah.

But after the revolution,

one of his business rivals spread rumors

that he was anti-Khomeini.

And the whole family

had to flee across the border to Turkey.

He spent most of his savings

trying to get everybody over here.

But see, he doesn't pine

for the days of the Shah.

And I think he'd be perfectly content

in that f***ed-up Islamic shithole

that that country is today.

Which is why he resents

every day he spends here.

Well, he could go back.

He's too old to start over.

So what's your story?

Any family?

I have a daughter.

I'm not with her mother anymore.

How old is she?

Uh... no.

You better get that straight,

or you might piss her off.

I think I did that already.

Max, my father's asking for you.

It was nice meeting you, Max.

You, too.

I'm out of here.

Got a date.

Got a real hot date, Max.

Ignore her. She's crazy.

I'm tired, Hamid.

I'm gonna go home.

Max.

My father.

See you tomorrow.

Tell your family thanks for me, okay?

You know what she said

to the Yoruban interpreter today?

"Are you my mommy?"

The interpreter says

she's losing her ability

to speak the language.

It's 23 months

that she's been in there.

I feel gutted every time I go.

Ah, it's a shitty situation.

But you can't keep

beating yourself up over it.

I was thinking...

we could maybe adopt her.

D.

I'm serious.

Her mother's dying of AIDS in a hospice.

Leike's dad

back in Nigeria denies paternity

and won't accept custody of her.

We're working on it. One of our own.

And we can keep working on it.

I've thought about this a lot.

And it feels right.

It feels like it's meant to be.

You can't just lay this

on me and expect me to...

God.

Will you think about it?

It's important to me.

Please.

Yeah, I'll think about it.

Thank you.

- I can't do this.

- Oh.

I haven't even spoken Hebrew

since my bar mitzvah, you know?

I didn't even know it then.

You know what?

You guys, you're all the same.

All of you. You're all reform at best.

Most of you haven't gone to Shul

since your bar mitzvahs.

But first thing you do when you come

over here is play the Jew card.

Haven't you got any shame?

Ouch. That's pretty...

Oh. Hello?

Hey, Mum. Hey, hey, hey.

How are you doing?

Yeah, did you get my message?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Well, what about the rabbi?

No, I need you to

get him to write a letter

like on the Temple's letterhead

saying, uh, that I attend services regularly.

Uh, I was bar mitzvahed by him.

And that I'm, you know,

I'm strongly committed

to the Jewish faith.

All right.

Well, listen,

I'm kind of busy right now.

But I'll get back to you, though.

And will you do that for me?

Yeah, you promise? Okay.

Listen, M... Yeah.

I'll speak to you soon.

All right. I love you, too.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye. Bye-bye.

Ahh...

Iook, l... I got to be home by 10, yeah?

So, um...

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

- With everything.

- Thank you.

Oh, what about if I just

kind of twiddled these...

these side bits here?

You think I'd get away with that?

If I just stick these out like that?

I can go all night with my wife,

but I'm like a teenager with you.

Doesn't sound like you've gone all night

with her in a long while.

It used to be hot between us.

One day, you're just

not into it anymore.

It becomes like an effort.

Easier to jerk yourself off in the shower

than to rub her back for half an hour.

Bloody sad.

Yeah, it is.

Maybe I'll come watch you

on the set next week.

That's not part of the deal.

It's not supposed to be.

I just thought I'd stop by and...

Um, I got to go.

I've got a meeting with an agent.

If she signs me, it's major.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Denise Frankel.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Please, thank you

for helping my daughter.

Clearly, this is not

about her immigration status.

But they're using her lack of status

to get around normal criminal

and juvenile proceedings.

My wife wants to know

when we can see her.

I'm working on that.

I'm pushing for a one-on-one

with the FBI task force officer tomorrow.

Right now, your entire family

is at risk for removal.

I recommend you do not

go back to your apartment.

Do you have any friends or family

with whom you can stay?

Rosa.

Come on, Rosa.

Rosa. Rosa.

Can't find you, Rosa.

And another one bites the dust.

We do our best.

I'm sure you do, sir.

Yes.

Yes, this is him.

Who?

Hey, Hamid.

Hamid? Hey, Hamid.

Hey!

What's up?

I, uh... It's my sister.

What's the matter?

Maybe you can help me.

Do you recognize him?

Agent Baraheri?

It's her boss,

from the print shop where she works.

We've got security video

from the motel

of an unidentified male perp

in a hooded sweatshirt

leaving the scene.

Time of death somewhere

between 11 and midnight.

Did you know that your sister

was having relations

with Mr. Bedraz,

who was married with two young kids?

I never talked to her

about the details of her private life, no.

Do you know of anyone

who may have had it in for her?

Jealous of her, perhaps?

Like I said, I didn't get into her life.

There's something else.

I found these while going through

Mr. Bedraz' jacket

looking for identification.

They come in sets of threes.

Green card, driver's license, social.

All counterfeit.

We found more of this stuff

at his apartment

earlier this afternoon.

As best we can figure,

he was cranking them out

after hours at the store.

We've referred that end of it

to your documented benefit

for our task force.

Think it might be Mexican mafia,

upset about him cutting into their action?

We're looking at a number

of possibilities right now.

When would be a good time to interview

your other family members,

Agent Baraheri?

Can I just...

I'd like to spend a moment

with my sister alone, please.

Of course.

Um...

I'm sorry for your loss.

I hate the f***ing smell of that place.

I know you're judging me, Max.

What are you talking about?

My sister.

What you witnessed last night.

Now I'm mourning her.

You doubt the veracity of my heart.

I'm just sitting here

feeling your pain, my friend.

Feeling for your entire family.

It's a sad, terrible thing, your loss.

No way do I doubt

your love for your sister.

No way.

Well, if you need someone

to talk it through with...

Thank you.

Officially, she's being held

for an unlawful presence

in the United States.

Unofficially... and I'll never repeat this

outside this room...

she's being detained

for presenting an imminent threat

to the security of the United States,

based upon evidence

that she planned to be a suicide bomber.

And what evidence would that be?

Don't play coy with me, counselor.

The signs are all there.

We're talking about

a devout Muslim young woman

who at 15 years of age

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