I just want to know how fucked you have to get
to get a fucking green card!
Fuck!
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, Marķa.
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 fucked-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 fuck 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?
- Hebrew, right? - Yes.
And what about the prayers?
You can, uh... You can recite
the important prayers of your faith?
You can do that, right?
Uh, yes. Yes.
I can do the prayer for wine,
um, the prayer for bread...
Excuse me just a moment.
Shit.
Fuck.
Come in. Close the door right behind you.
Mr. Kossef, this is Rabbi Yoffie.
Uh, Rabbi.
Ordinarily, I'd file a request for evidence.
But something tells me this approach will prove more expedient.
I'd like Mr. Kossef to recite a prayer
to substantiate his knowledge of the Jewish teachings
above that of a layman's.
If you could suggest something and authenticate his response,
I'd greatly appreciate it, Rabbi.
You may recite the Mourner's Kaddish, no?
The Mourner's Kaddish?
Nu?
Uh, yes. Yeah.
Uh...
It's a tradition that you cover your head.
If you just put your hands on your head like that.
Right?
- Um... like that. - Yeah.
Amen.
Very nice.
Very moving.
You should sing in my services sometimes.
Oh, l... I would love to.
Thank you very much, Rabbi.
We'll be with you shortly.
Thank you.
Well, can't argue with that.
Rabbi?
I wasn't kidding about the voice.
I expect you tomorrow morning,
Temple Beth Shalom.
About the rest, we can teach you.
I don't want to leave Jah and Abul.
When will I ever see them again?
Or Papa?
He wants to be able to say goodbye to you,
but what if he was to come here today?
They would arrest him and deport him as well.
And then Jah and Abul will have to leave as well.
I don't care!
Why can't we all go?
Why do they get to stay?
Because they were born here.
And if they stay and finish school,
they have more opportunities.
And I don't
because my life is shit now.
I'm sorry. We're out of time.
Mommy!
Mommy, please!
Please!
Please don't leave me, Mommy!
Come, my sweets.
Say goodbye to your sister.
You won't be seeing her for a long time.
Please, I need the room for the next visit.
Did Homicide see these tapes?
No. They figured it was gang-related,
so they only looked at the night of the murder.
Slow down. Slow down. That's them.
Stop.
That's the girl.
Back up a little bit.
This car that just pulled in here.
Move in on there.
Can't make anybody.
Let's put another tape in.
Roll on down.
Slow it up. That's them.
Stop.
Well, I'll be damned.
There he is again.
- Can you go in on the license plate? - Sure.
2SAM564
Let's go to the next day.
There they are, coming out.
Back up a little bit.
Go in on it.
Same car.
It's the same goddamn car.
Let me run that.
Another, please.
Last call, pal.
Hey, Yong. You ready to pop your cherry, bitch?
Fuckin' balls, man! Come on!
Come on, you fuckin' pussy!
Get your fuckin' hands up!
Move, motherfucker! You, too, bitch!
Move it! Come on!
Stand the fuck down, you fucking cunt!
Open the fucking door!
Don't you fucking dick me, old man!
Open the fucking door now!
Open the fucking door!
You making big mistake.
You have no idea who money belongs to.
If I give to you, I die anyway.
Get the fuck back up, motherfucker!
Get the fuck back up!
Shut up!
What the fuck?
What'd you go and do that for?
We weren't supposed to hurt anyone, Seung!
That's it! Search him! Find the key!
Move, bitch! Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Get the fuck up!
Yeah, blow her fucking head off if she tries anything! Let's go!
Hurry up! Hurry up!
- Where's the key? - Right, which fucking key?
- Which key? Which key? - I don't know!
Which fucking key, bitch?
Fuck it. We're all in...
Put it down, man. I'll do it. I swear!
You'll do her?
Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that, huh?
You get that on some American cop show while you're growing up in Seoul?
I'm not from fucking Seoul. I'm from.
Hey. How old were you when you came over? You still got an accent.
- I'm gonna say maybe 11, 12 years old. - I don't give a shit!
I'm gonna blow this bag's head off if you don't put down your gun!
Uh-huh. You still on the green card?
I'm American citizen, raghead!
My whole family just got naturalized!
We're doing all ceremony shit tomorrow!
Oh, tomorrow?
Hey. You haven't taken your oath yet.
That means you're not a citizen.
Not until you take the oath.
And I don't see how the fuck that's gonna happen now, you know?
You're either gonna die here, or you're going away for murder.
You have done your parents proud.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
They told me no one get hurt.
I didn't kill anyone!
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know what to fucking do!
- How many in your family? - Why do you keep asking about my family?
They're not here now, are they?
How many in your family?
My parents.
My younger brother and sister.
My sister was born here.
Well, tomorrow was supposed to be a special day.
And you shit on it for your whole family.
I've been through it.
It was the most spiritual moment of my life.
You know, you're standing there,
looking around you at all these people from everywhere.
Countries you can't even pronounce,
you didn't even know existed.
And they're happy.
They're elated to be there
because it's their choice.
You wouldn't be here right now,
in this mess you're in,
if you could ever appreciate the awe you'd feel in that moment.
The worthiness of the journey.
So,
when you're standing there tomorrow,
in your new suit and tie,
I want you to look around.
Okay? Look at those faces.
And understand the sublime promise of this moment.
What the fuck, man.
I'm not gonna be there. You said it yourself.
Stop messing with my head.
All right. The way to end this,
my friend, is for you to put down your gun.
- Now I'm gonna put mine... - What the fuck!
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck...
Now you put down your gun.
Let go of that woman. You go in that back room.
You take the surveillance tapes out of the system.
Okay? And you keep on walking.
You're fucking with me. Stop fucking with me!
You think I'm some jackoff? Huh?
I think you made a mistake,
and you will never make a mistake like this again.
LAPD! Put your hands up!
Get 'em up!
Relax.
Situation's under control.
Help me out here. You're saying there were four of them,
but the owner's wife is positive there were five.
She says you let one of them walk.
She also says you let him take the surveillance tapes with him.
She's confused. She had her head down most of the time.
Hey, I killed four of them. Why would I let one go?
I look crazy to you?
I can tell you how many there were.
There were only four. She's mistaken.
This man, he saved our lives.
There were four.
The witness has corroborated it.
They must have been lax in surveillance.
Probably just covering up for insurance purposes.
Hamid. Where the fuck are you?
I need to talk to you as soon as possible.
Give me a call as soon as you get this message.
Immediately. I don't care what time it is.
One message.
Max, it's Kevin.
Listen, call me when you can.
Just a heads up.
LAPD contacted me a few minutes ago.
Apparently, Hamid was involved in a shootout tonight in Koreatown.
Don't worry. He's fine, but I'm heading over
to the crime scene now to check things out.
Try me on my cell.
End of messages.
"I'm not interested in you. I'm not interested.
"I'm not interested in you.
For one, you're too old for me."
Miss Shepard, I'm Special Agent Ludwig
with ICE's Document and Benefit fraud unit.
This is my partner, Special Agent Howell.
May we have a word with you inside, please?
We discovered these and quite a few others
when we performed a search of Javier Pedraza's apartment.
I didn't, um, use these. I didn't go back for them.
- So you can't, um... - You see what's interesting, Miss Shepard,
is we ran a check on your name.
A Claire Shepard arrived on a B2 visitor's visa
seven months ago.
And then just two days ago, she has her status adjusted
to an EB-1 green card for persons of extraordinary ability.
According to the Internet Movie Database,
the only Claire Shepard
that matches your spelling, age, and place of birth,
has two credits on little-known Aussie TV shows.
Walk-on roles.
She hasn't won any national or international awards.
Which is something the adjudicator who handled your case
would have to have been aware of.
And yet he approved you for an EB-1.
Miss Shepard.
We'd like you to tell us about your relationship
with Center Adjudications Officer Cole Frankel.
Congratulations, McGill.
Mr. Frankel.
Special Agents Poulson and Womack.
OIG.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
What is this, a joke?
I take it you're familiar with Claire Shepard.
She just traded you for voluntary departure.
Turn around, please.
Hands behind your back.
Do you have to do this? Do you have to cuff me?
Yeah, I'm afraid we do.
What the hell is this?
Cole, where are you go... where... what's going on?
Ma'am, your husband is under arrest for immigration fraud.
Cole.
Good morning, everyone.
My name is Judge Leslie Freeman,
of the Federal District Court.
And it is my great pleasure to welcome you here today.
All of you seated here share one thing in common.
You have all chosen, of your own free will,
to become citizens of this great nation.
For many of you, the road to this joyous moment
has been fraught with hardship and sacrifice.
It is incumbent upon me to remind you
of your newfound responsibilities as citizens,
and also to remind you that an American citizenship
is not a guarantee of success
but rather the promise of opportunities.
Unlimited opportunities.
It has always been my contention
that America is a welcoming nation,
a country that accepts every new citizen
with an embrace of good faith.
You have endless credit to pursue your hopes and dreams,
as long as you honor the rules and laws of our society.
I myself am a first-generation American.
- I guess I called it right. - Max?
Well, he's gotta put the family first.
Ain't that right, Hamid?
You know what I'm talking about.
- Do we have to do this right now? - Yes, God damn it. Right now.
An innocent... yes, innocent young woman
was brutally murdered 'cause she flashed a little tit
on occasion, got it on with a married man,
tried to live her life outside your goddamn family.
She was your sister.
She deserved better than that from you.
In this country, we don't abide by that shit.
We got a name for it. Murder.
Cold-blooded murder.
And you and Farid are going down for it.
Will our new citizens please stand?
Raise your right hand
and join me in reciting the Oath of Allegiance.
I hereby declare on oath...
I've got the surveillance tapes from the motel.
From the day before. From last week.
I.D.'d Farid's Beemer.
He was watching her, reporting back to you,
waiting for you to take action.
I begged him, Max, to leave it alone,
but he was being pressured by our father.
We both were. He poisoned Farid's mind
with this talk about the shame that we brought on our family,
because of her. But he never...
he never intended for this to happen.
Only that we would teach her a lesson.
We were supposed to catch them in the act
and beat them like dogs.
My father wanted Zahra humiliated,
- brought in line. - Congratulations to all you citizens.
I wanted no part of it.
I thought if I just turned my back,
it would all go away.
And now will you please stand
and place your right hand over your heart
as we listen to Phil Perry sing our National Anthem.
# Oh say #
# Can you see #
# By the dawn's #
# early light #
He arrived at my apartment that night.
After he...
Help me, Hamid. Please, God, help me.
How did you get this?
Where's Zahra?
- I only wanted to scare her. - What are you talking about?
I couldn't stand it anymore.
- Her seeing a degenerate fucking beaner. - What did you do, Farid?
I only wanted to get in his face a little bit.
You have to take this.
You're a cop. You know how to do that kind of stuff.
What did you do, Farid?
I looked in the door.
They were doing it like animals.
Oh, shit!
What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here!
What the fuck is this shit?
What's your fucking problem?
What did you do to our sister? Tell me what you did!
She's my girl, man.
She's my girl. Don't be stupid.
Put the fucking gun down.
Get the fuck outta here, man!
# In air #
# Gave proof #
# Through this night #
You should have come to me, God damn it.
I was ashamed.
Ashamed of myself.
My family.
Better get yourself a good criminal attorney, Counselor.
You're gonna need one.
#... star-spangled #
# Banner yet wave #
# For the land of the free #
Running out on our National Anthem.
Now, that's just plain disrespectful.
# And the home #
# Of the #
# Brave #
Farid Baraheri, you are under arrest
for the murder of your sister, Zahra Baraheri,
and Javier Pedraza.
Congratulations to all our new citizens.
Good luck to all of you.
820 Bravo.
75 approaching position reported by Foxtrot.
820 on 10-42 Delta.
Approximately eighth of a mile east of Ambush Alley.
Confirming a female victim. Mexican national.
Approximate age, mid-20s.
Looks like she's been out here a couple of days.
I think she paid the wrong coyote to bring her across.
I copy. You are 10-42 Delta
one eighth mile east of Ambush Alley.
I'll contact the PD and the coroner.
10-4, 820. I'm standing by at this location.
10-4, Bravo 75.
I'll also notify your FOS.
Guess who's going home today.
All of my friends leave.
Not today, sweetie.
Someone's come for you.
Uh-oh. All right.
When we get in there, it's gonna be a real clusterfuck,
so watch your ass.
You got it.
Here we go.
Wait a second.
Brogan.
Yeah, that was me.
You sure about that?
Mireya Sanchez.
What about the family? Have you...
Uh, do me a favor, will ya? Hold off on that.
I'd like to take care of it myself.
I just want to do right by her.
Thanks. I'll be down as soon as I'm off shift.
God damn it, Max. We gotta roll, man.
Max! We gotta go!
Don't worry, Lieutenant.
You're not gonna miss anything.
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