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walks around veiled.

Who engages in internet talk

focused on the duty of Jihad.

And writes openly about suicide.

Did you take a look at her bedroom?

How austere it was?

This isn't the life of a normal teenager.

Everything about her is a red flag.

Only when viewed through

the distorted looking glass

of your own paranoias.

I could joust with you all day,

but here's the reality of our situation.

She's illegal. She's removable.

And I intend to have Immigration

and Customs Enforcement remove her

to ensure the safety

of the American people.

Just like that?

You would uproot

a 15-year-old American teenager

who came to this country

when she was 3 years old?

Who doesn't speak Bangla,

at least not with any fluency.

And based on the most

circumstantial of evidence,

you would exile her

to a Third World garbage dump

that to her might as well be

another planet?

That's exactly what

I'm going to do, counselor.

What about the rest of the family?

The two younger siblings

are American citizens.

Yes, they're American citizens,

and they're sh*t out of luck.

Unless...

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Have you got company?

No.

Are you looking for some?

I'm not being funny, all right, Claire?

But I just want to know

why some INS guy

would commit fraud for you.

It's not like you're famous enough

- to get that kind of visa.

- All right.

No, I'm only saying.

I only know 'cause I tried.

Well, they don't call it the INS anymore.

Gavin?

Come on.

I always thought I'd have to marry

an American guy.

That's why I didn't see

any point in us, you know?

But I don't have to do that now.

I don't have to marry an American guy.

I can be with the guy that I'm into.

This changes everything for us.

You know?

I just, uh...

I just want to know

why he's taking all that risk for you.

- You know?

- Oh.

Are you paying him?

Where'd you even get the case worker?

Oh, baby.

No.

It... Don't go there, baby.

Oh, come on, Claire.

How are you paying him?

Well... Come back.

No. How are you paying him, Claire?

How are you paying him?

No. No.

You are f***ing kidding me.

You are f***ing kidding me.

I am such a f***ing idiot.

You are f***... Are you serious?

Baby, I want to be with you, baby.

You know I want to be with you.

Were you with him today?

- Please don't do this.

- Were you with him today?

- Baby, please don't do this.

- Just tell me. Were you with him today?

Was he inside of you today?

Were you with him today?

Oh, f***, f***, f***. How many times?

How many times, Claire?

I just want to know.

I just want to know

how f***ed you have to get

to get a f***ing green card!

F***!

Um...

as often as he wants.

It's only for two months,

and then I never have to see him again.

And I never have to worry

about being deported or being narced on.

I can just...

Hey!

Easy. Easy.

Immigration!

Mireya?

- Hey, hold her!

- Mireya?

Lo siento. Lo siento.

Thanks.

I'm sorry. You have very few options,

none of them favorable

to your situation.

You may request

voluntary departure as an entire family

and leave the United States

immediately.

Or you may choose to fight the matter,

which inevitably would

lead to deportation.

There is a third option.

And as painful as it is,

I am required to present it to you.

One of you could choose

voluntary departure

and leave with Taslima,

and one of you could remain in the U.S.

with Jahanara and Abul.

How is that possible?

Special Agent Phadkar has intimated to me

that if we were to choose

that course of action,

Immigration would not seek out

the remaining parent,

provided they kept a low profile.

There is something else

you should understand.

Whichever of you remains,

if you choose that,

if you try to see Taslima

before she leaves,

you would be taking a really big risk.

In all likelihood, she will be escorted

by Immigration agents

all the way to her departure gate.

All right, girls.

Come on! Lights out.

- Under the covers.

- Lights out in two minutes.

Vamanos, Mara.

You look like you need a friend.

Are you waiting for your mommy

to come get you, too?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

When is she coming?

Any day now.

Do you know any good stories?

I know a lot of good stories.

All right, girls. Lights out!

Come here,

and I'll tell you all the best ones.

Time for bed!

And how could you disbelieve

while to you were being recited

the verses of Allah.

Gracias.

Hey, Chin.

- Good morning.

- Black suit.

This is clean and press.

You gotta get the smell out of it.

- Hospital, hmm?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

Uh, better not forget this.

Very nice.

Hey, can we do this now or what, huh?

I'm leaving her.

Okay.

We won't have to skulk around anymore.

Skulking's fine with me.

I'm not exactly proud

of this arrangement.

I don't want an arrangement.

- Cole...

- Just listen to me.

I know this started in a f***ed-up place.

And that you are not here

on your own volition.

And that there's a...

there's a good chance

I probably make your skin crawl.

I just want us to start over again.

I wouldn't say who I was.

I wouldn't put any kind of scare in you.

Just ask you out for a cup of coffee.

I'm not looking to renegotiate.

You're not hearing me.

No.

You're not hearing me.

This is what you need

to understand, okay?

When I come into

one of these fleabag rooms,

I switch off.

You might as well be making it

with a rubber f*** doll,

because she'd be giving you more emotion

than you'd ever get from me.

When I get home,

I'm an hour in the shower,

getting clean of you.

That is the extent of it.

That is as real

as it is ever going to get between us.

Is that clear enough...

for you?

Hmm?

So you want to do this now or what?

You won't hear from me again.

And your green card will be in the mail.

Good luck, Claire.

Hamid.

How are you doing?

Hmm.

Hey, listen,

you left your jacket in the car

on the way back from the morgue.

You were complaining

about the smell,

so I took it to the dry cleaners.

You can pick it up any time.

That wasn't necessary, but thanks.

This fell out of the pocket

at the cleaners.

I was wondering why it wasn't in

her personal effects envelope.

She broke it a few days ago.

I said I'd get it fixed.

Repaired.

I got a friend

with a shop on Western, and...

Thanks for coming, Max.

Gavin Kossef?

Gavin Kossef!

Uh, yeah.

I have to be honest

with you, Mr. Kossef.

I don't see much experience here

as a religious worker.

You're not an ordained rabbi, are you?

Uh, no, no, I'm not.

But I've spent many years

devoted to my faith.

Uh, I grew up in a religious family,

I attended services regularly.

I was bar mitzvahed.

I've taken Jewish leadership courses...

I'm still not sure that qualifies you.

You know, I honor my religion daily.

You know, in the Jewish

school where I teach,

I lead the class in prayers.

We discuss Bible stories.

And you've been working

at this school illegally, right?

Yes, l... I have.

Yeah. But I've admitted to that.

You can read the language?

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