Your Mother Your Mother Your Mother (2026) Movie Script
1
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
FATIHA: A man came
to the Prophet and asked...
"Who deserves the best of me?"
(MEN GRUNTING)
QADIR: What'd he say?
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
-(THUDS)
(METAL CLANGS)
FATIHA: The Prophet said...
"Your mother."
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
FATIHA: It goes on.
The man asked...
"Then who?"
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
-(THUDS)
(THUDS)
FATIHA: The Prophet said,
"Your mother" again.
QADIR: Then who?
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
-(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
FATIHA: The Prophet replied,
"Your mother."
-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)
QADIR: Three times?
FATIHA: Yeah.
QADIR: And then who?
(MAN SIGHS)
-(DISTANT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SIGHS)
-(CLACKS)
-LATIF: Shit.
(TAP SQUEAKS)
(CLATTERS)
Oh, shit.
(CLUNKS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(CLATTERS)
Khadija, honey, I'm working.
FATIHA: (SOBBING)
Baba, it's me.
-Faati.
- FATIHA: Baba...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Slow down. Slow down.
FATIHA: I think she's gone.
(CRYING)
Mama's gone.
WOMAN: Her death was sudden.
But thank the Lord
she died in peace.
Now, you have to pray
for her now.
Give her all your prayers.
Think about her.
Each, each prayer
that you have.
She can hear you.
The hearing is the last to go.
(SOFTLY) I'm gonna...
I'll do my best
to take care of 'em, Mama.
I just wish you hadn't left.
WOMAN: And let her know...
that you'll
be praying for her.
Okay?
She has to talk
to the angels now.
So this is it.
You okay?
We good. Yes, you are.
(INDISTINCT WHISPERS)
-(SNIFFLING)
-(ZIZI COOING)
ABDUL: You all right?
I'm doing all right.
Thank you, Sheikh.
This will always
be your home, you know.
LATIF: Thank you.
ABDUL: It's okay to cry,
Qadir. It's okay.
Allah's got us.
MAN: The Janazah prayer...
will be after
the Dohr sala inshallah.
(PRAYING IN ARABIC)
(MAN 2 PRAYING IN ARABIC)
(ALL PRAYING IN ARABIC)
You take her from me...
and you expect me
to bow down to you.
(SOMBER CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LATIF: I thought
I was your sword.
Tried to keep our people safe.
Now I have to fill her shoes.
Mama.
Faati. Come on.
I got a surprise for y'all.
-FATIHA: I'm coming.
-LATIF: All right.
What y'all think? Just like
Mama's Ramadan spread, huh?
Smells different.
It tastes the same.
We doing good?
Yes, ma'am.
Made a big sale on the road.
I'mma show you
how I sell, Baba.
I've been watching those
Mormons go door to door.
You see what Mama made?
She made all of these for us.
LATIF: I see her everywhere.
(CLATTERS)
(ZIZI CRYING)
LATIF: Finish your fractions.
This wasn't the plan.
I'm breaking.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
MIKE: Latif, it's Mike.
You left a mess
in that bathroom.
I had to clean it up.
You owe me. You understand?
Now, this Korean
is after my nephew, and...
-(BEEPS)
-(CLACKS)
LATIF: (GROANS) Fucking Mike.
-(ZIZI WHINES)
-Hey, Zizi. Hey, hey, hey.
-How you doin', huh?
-(ZIZI COOING)
You're clean.
(SNIFFS) You're clean!
(COOING)
-You're clean.
-(CHUCKLING)
I don't smell nothin'!
-Huh? You hungry?
-(COOS)
Huh? You want some food?
(ZIZI CRYING)
QADIR: You need any help?
I need you
to finish your work.
(ZIZI CONTINUES CRYING)
LATIF: Seven,
eight, nine, ten.
(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLACKS)
You need to knock.
(ZIZI CONTINUES CRYING)
We're running
out of your mother's milk.
-(EXHALES)
-LATIF: I just counted.
We got, like, ten left.
Let me check.
(SIGHS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Yeah, you're right.
We're running... low.
(CLACKS)
LATIF: Whose Wi-Fi
are you using?
The Mormons in the other unit.
Think we got enough
for three, four days?
I don't know.
Maybe one or two days.
(SIGHS)
(LIQUID POURING)
(ZIZI CRYING)
LATIF: Mother
never used formula. (SIGHS)
It ain't gonna work.
We have to try.
LATIF: All right.
All right. All right.
-Hey.
-LATIF: Go with your sister,
-go with your sister.
-Okay. Okay.
-(CRYING)
-Hey.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
(CRYING STOPS)
Mmm... This one's good.
-(SPLUTTERS)
-Oh, okay. Okay.
-(ZIZI CRYING)
-I know my kids.
Qadir, clean that up.
We're gonna
go to the mosque...
see if any of the sisters
there are nursing.
I think we should try again.
LATIF: We're doing this
your mama's way.
Pack up your books.
FATIHA: Are we all going?
After what I saw? Yeah.
(VEHICLES PASSING BY)
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(ZIZI CRYING)
LATIF: Oh, here, baby.
Here, baby. I know, I know.
I know. We gonna get you fed.
Hey, no.
Why we not take Mama's car?
Nah, this ride's way better.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(ZIZI FUSSING)
LATIF: Hang in there, Zizi.
I know you're hungry.
(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)
if I'm making any milk.
I hope I'm not
inconveniencing y'all.
-(ZIZI CRYING)
-Never.
By the way, the Imam
wants to see you outside.
(SINGING IN ARABIC)
All right, all right.
(SINGING CONTINUES)
(SINGING FADES)
I didn't see you
at prayers today.
(SIGHS) I lost track of time.
(THUDS)
I taught you better than this.
You sat right here
with Khadija...
promising that you were done
being a bitch-ass hitman.
That man murdered
Imam Bashir in cold blood.
The Feds did nothing.
The Rasul
met his enemies with mercy.
Violence was a last resort.
LATIF: He killed a holy man.
Jail would have been a mercy.
These men ain't got no code.
They're lawless.
Sometimes, you gotta take
things into your own hands.
And money
had nothing to do with it?
You're lucky your van
is registered here.
What if that Arab showed up
at your front door?
Mike came here?
Well, what'd he want?
You tell me.
He said you're not
picking up his calls.
Well, I've been a little busy
homeschooling...
cooking meals, and cleaning.
You can ask the kids.
It's time to put down
the gun, Latif.
I don't use a gun, Sheikh.
I run with my own code.
If I even feel
a sense of danger...
coming anywhere
near this community...
or your kids, I will...
It ain't gonna happen
again, Sheikh.
May I be excused?
(EXPLOSION AND GUNFIRE ON TV)
Qadir, no games with guns.
You know the rules.
QADIR: It's cool, Baba.
I'm mowing down ISIS.
FATIHA: I told him to stop.
I'm sorry, Latif.
She's not latching.
Ramadan
must have dried me out.
You know anybody else
that's nursing?
DANA: You tried the milk bank
at the WIC?
Nah. I stay away
from Uncle Sam.
DANA: The mosque up north
got a support group tonight.
LATIF: Ah, thanks.
I'll look into it.
-(GUNSHOTS ON TV)
-(ZIZI COOS)
-QADIR: You got cooked!
-Qadir, turn it off.
Where are you headed?
LATIF: Dana found this, uh...
breast milk support group
in Richmond at night.
So, you're gonna
end it with Mike?
I got it
under control, Sheikh.
QADIR: Ready, Baba.
All right, little man.
QADIR: Salam, Sheikh.
LATIF: Sister.
DANA: Good luck on the milk.
(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING)
ABDUL: (LAUGHS) Right here.
Right here. (EXCLAIMS)
-(RAIN PATTERING)
-(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LATIF: All right,
we got a simple plan.
Faati, you're gonna go...
to the breast milk
support group.
Ask the ladies if they got
some spare milk packets.
So I'm begging
for breast milk.
LATIF: No, no, no.
We're not begging
or asking for a handout.
Then what are we doing?
We're gonna get Zizi fed.
That's what we doing.
(ZIZI COOING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(CHILDREN PLAYING)
(MAN PRAYING OVER SPEAKER)
QADIR: Are you going inside?
Baba, you gonna pray?
Who's gonna watch Zizi?
We could take turns.
That's a good thought, Qadir.
That's a good thought.
(MUFFLED CLAMORING)
MAN 1: Hey!
Get out of the way!
MAN 2: Hey! Get back here!
MAN 1: Move! Move! Move!
Hey! Come back!
MAN 2: Stop her!
MAN 1: Hey!
Faati!
WOMAN: Somebody
stop that girl!
FATIHA: No!
-(SMACKS)
-(GROANS)
QADIR: Baba! No!
LATIF: Don't you ever
put your hands...
-on my daughter again!
-MAN 1: Easy, man.
She ran off with a purse.
It wasn't even
about the purse.
Stupid lady.
(MAN PRAYING OVER SPEAKER)
MAN 1: You could
take a step outside.
We need a moment
with your dad.
Go sit with Qadir.
I'll be out in a minute.
MAN 1: Leave it there.
(THUDS)
QADIR: Ooh...
-Faati's going to jail.
-FATIHA: (SIGHS) Shut up.
MIKE: Right. I got it.
You try these dates?
So good.
-(THUDS)
-(LOCK CLICKS)
MIKE: As-salaam alaikum,
brother.
Wa alaikum salam, Mike.
MIKE: So sorry for your loss.
A good woman...
but not a fan
of our relationship.
Mmm...
You trying to avoid me?
LATIF: I thought they said
they called the cops.
Ah, don't worry about that.
I run security.
All right, look,
I got some shit
going on right now, Mike.
I gotta keep pushing.
You left that skinhead
wrapped up in the bathroom.
It was all over the news.
You owe me.
Right now ain't the time.
-(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
-Latif.
MAN: Get the fuck
out of my way!
Twenty fucking minutes
I'm waiting!
Fucking door.
Fix your goddamn fucking door.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
me shit for vaping out there.
-(SPEAKING ARABIC)
wearing this shit. I look like
a goddamn Arab Ku Klux Klan.
This is your secret weapon?
Wow. Mashallah.
As-salaam alaikum, brother.
You used to be my
Quran teacher.
Nah, I just sell oils
and perfumes.
MIKE: Sit down.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
my nephew, Haytham.
We have a problem.
This Korean's after him.
He thinks
my nephew traffics women.
HATTY: He's got
jihadi vibes...
just like you.
But Jesus style.
You know
what I need you to do.
You know,
y'all got the wrong guy.
Clearly.
MIKE: Latif,
I gave you a purpose.
I protected you from the Feds.
I gave you work.
Does that not mean anything?
Mike, I appreciate everything
you did for me. I really do.
-Do you?
-LATIF: Yeah.
But I don't appreciate you
throwing this shit in my face.
All right. Peace.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
HATTY: As-salaam alaikum,
my bro.
(CHORAL HUMMING PLAYING)
HATTY: This was your plan?
You get my Quran teacher
to take out the Korean?
(CHUCKLES)
Habibi, you have
so much to learn.
Don't underestimate Latif.
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
without mercy.
(DOOR THUDS)
Where's my kids?
Hey! Where's my kids?
Here.
LATIF: Hey, Faati! Faati!
-MAN: Right there.
-(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)
(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
Get out.
Get out of the van now!
Why? Qadir just
wanted something to drink.
I got bored waiting.
Here. You take the keys.
-Get in the car. Lock it.
-Bye.
Get out of this van...
-with Zizi. Go.
-Okay, Baba.
What you doing, man?
You filming?
Turn it off.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
(LAUGHTER)
you say about my son, Mike?
Just saying
he likes the ladies.
Don't fuck around
with me, man.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What you doing bringing
hookers up to the masjid?
HATTY: Yo, teach.
They're not hookers.
We were
in the middle of filming.
-We dropped in to see you.
-Hey.
Don't say shit to me.
I will slap your teeth to
the right side of your mouth.
Yeah, I can take you, bro.
MIKE: Go ahead, lose
your cool, Latif. Come on.
Wonder what all these people
gonna think...
when they know
who you really are.
(INHALES)
MIKE: See how quickly
they take away your kids.
Remember, I keep you safe.
I got this great read. Hmm?
Name's on the bookmark.
You have one day.
As-salaam alaikum, sister.
Where are the kids?
I haven't seen them.
(SINGS IN ARABIC)
MAN: As-salaam alaikum,
brother.
(HATTY CONTINUES
SINGING IN ARABIC)
-(MAN COUGHS)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(LATIF GROANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GUNFIRE ON TELEVISION)
(SHATTERING)
QADIR: Baba, look...
That white man's jihadin'
all these fools.
You fought too, right?
LATIF: That's not how
you use the word, man.
Go brush your teeth.
Man, I was really
digging this movie.
LATIF: Hold up.
Tell me the meaning of jihad.
Someone who struggles
or fights their ego...
in the way of God.
Excellent.
Now use it in a sentence.
A woman popped
her booby out tonight...
and it was
like a jihad for me...
'cause I wanted
to stare at them...
if you know what I mean.
You makin' that up?
No.
The nipple was brown.
But I looked away, I swear.
One of the ladies saw that
Zizi was hungry and fed her.
And you let her?
I mean, she was hungry
and crying so much...
so one of the ladies
just popped it out.
Go brush your teeth.
Next time somebody
do something like that...
you gotta tell me.
Like what? Being nice?
But you... Baba, you wanted...
Zizi to drink
some mother's milk.
Allah opened
his blessed doors...
and let her drink some of that
divine feminine elixir.
You want to explain to me
why you stole from the mosque?
You wanna explain to me
why your homies
brought hookers to the mosque?
They were there
to learn about Islam.
You really
want me to believe that?
Allah is the turner of hearts.
Instead of being judgmental...
you should make
duaa for those sisters.
(FATIHA CHUCKLES)
Yeah. Yeah.
I'll make duaa for them.
Like I made duaa
for Mama to come back.
(CHUCKLES)
It's all a joke to you, right?
That's funny.
Yeah. People praying
to nothing is funny, Baba.
And I know you feel the same.
You stopped praying too.
Mm-mm. I pray.
Come on, Baba. We didn't
even go to Jummah today.
(CHUCKLES)
Go bring me your laptop.
What does that have to do...
with anything we're
talking about right now?
Go bring me your laptop.
I saw that chipmunk
porn nonsense.
It's clouding your heart.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Yeah, Shaytan's sent demon
bunnies to make love.
That's clouding my heart.
Right.
It's got nothing
to do with you leaving.
LATIF: Go on,
say what you got to say.
You blame me
for your mother's death?
You were never around.
I keep a roof
over your head...
food on the table,
and the wolves from the door.
I carry no guilt in my heart.
Then why we runnin'
around the city...
looking for someone
to feed Zizi?
She's already
got everything she needs.
May I be excused?
-(THUDS)
-Ooh, Faati got...
FATIHA: I'll punch you
in your throat!
(LATIF PRAYING SOFTLY)
(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SIGHS)
PASTOR HWAN: I baptize you
in the name of the Father ...
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
(SPLASHES)
(LAUGHTER)
(PEOPLE CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING)
PASTOR HWAN: This is what
liberation looks like.
MALE HOST: So you served
in Iraq, is that right?
PASTOR HWAN: Yes, sir, I did.
Pardon me.
That's an IED blast.
I was left for dead...
but my mother
prayed me back to life.
MALE HOST: So,
you're telling me ...
that you came back
from the dead?
PASTOR HWAN: You think
what you want.
I'm telling you,
it was a miracle.
That's when I knew
I had a higher calling.
MALE HOST: So, that's how
this crusade on porn began?
PASTOR HWAN: Porn is...
It's killing our men
and it's destroying our women.
We're taught to think
that the enemy is out there.
No, we got illicit shit
happening ...
right here
in our own backyard.
MALE HOST: You're talking ...
about that Bang Akhs
website, right?
Yes. Perfect example.
Hatty. He's the owner
of the website. He's Muslim.
He's got
the porn-to-trafficking ...
pipeline on lock.
And that's why our next
cleansing is his mansion.
MALE HOST: You're blowing
this out of proportion.
That's just a crypto bro
running a fetish site ...
for horny Muslims in there.
PASTOR HWAN: So, you're cool
with trafficking women?
MALE HOST: Absolutely not.
You're conflating
porn with prostitution.
PASTOR HWAN: What we're doing
is eradicating evil ...
from our community
by any means necessary.
So, this is a warning ...
to anyone
that gets in our way.
You will be our enemy.
LATIF: My Lord...
what do you want from me?
(VEHICLES PASSING BY)
(ZIZI CRYING)
(SCRAPING)
What happened?
Been up all night
trying to feed her.
She threw it all up...
again.
You eat anything?
-What?
-FATIHA: For suhoor?
Oh...
FATIHA: You still
gonna fast today?
I'll be all right.
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
(ZIZI FUSSING)
LATIF: Qadir...
wake up.
Qadir.
That woman from last night,
what she look like?
Huh?
LATIF: The one
who breastfed Zizi.
Who was she?
She was a dime.
Boy, she give you a name?
Like her star name?
She had a red train tattoo
near her titty.
FATIHA: Breast.
Qadir, breast.
There's only one more of your
mother's milk satchels.
Keep an eye on your brother.
I'll call you later.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN 1: Been waiting
all this time.
WOMAN 2: Oh, no,
not too loud. Not too loud.
WOMAN 3: Your mother,
she's on there too.
WOMAN 4: It's ridiculous!
WOMAN: Sir, we don't seem
to have a file for you.
Well, I'm here for
the breast milk bank, ma'am.
WOMAN: You got
a doctor's note?
Excuse me?
Your doctor needs to write...
a prescription
for your daughter...
saying that she has
special medical needs.
Yeah, well,
my wife passed away...
and Aziza's breastfed
and she's allergic to formula.
I'm sorry,
but I need a prescription.
(ZIZI FUSSING)
Right. (CHUCKLES)
Well, uh...
This is what I have.
(CHUCKLES)
Just give me seven satchels.
All right? I have more.
Please.
-So, prescription, then, huh?
-WOMAN: Yes.
-All right.
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
LATIF: What time
do y'all close today?
WOMAN: Five. And we don't
open again till next week.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
LATIF: Hi. I need
to see Talib Rashid.
You'll need
to fill this form out.
LATIF: It's an emergency.
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-WOMAN: There's a line.
Hey. Talib!
-Hey.
-WOMAN: Sir.
It's cool. We family.
It's okay.
WOMAN: Doctor,
he just skipped...
all these other patients.
TALIB: I'll handle it.
LATIF: Doctor?
I didn't know they
gave physician's assistants...
this respect.
We do. You gotta wait in line
to see us. Just like a doctor.
Well, it's about Aziza.
I'm out of Khadija's
breast milk.
I needed a...
I need a prescription.
-A prescription?
-LATIF: Yeah.
Milk bank
wants a doctor's note.
You write it up for me,
I'll get out your hair.
Faati and Qadir here with you?
-No, they're at home.
-TALIB: Mmm-hmm...
Hey. Hey there, love.
Ah, that's my princess.
Yeah. Let me see.
All right.
Can you grab my finger for me?
Grab my finger.
-She good?
-She looks good, man.
You try formula?
Nah, she can't keep it down.
TALIB: So, man,
what's going on with you?
You look like shit.
Come on, man.
I got, like, 30 minutes before
this clinic closes.
I gotta go.
I need to make sure my niece
is in good hands.
So now you give a shit?
What's that supposed to mean?
You been out there
skinny dipping in Cancun.
Missed the whole funeral.
Tara and I were
on the next flight out.
You couldn't wait one day?
Before the next sunset,
you bury the body ASAP.
I barely made it in
from Saint Louis.
If I had missed the burial,
then so be it.
TALIB: Come on.
Cut the pious shit, Latif.
I loved her too.
Yeah, we were there for her.
Where the hell were you?
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-Hey, hey, hey.
(ZIZI CRYING)
How much is your fee?
Keep your dirty money.
Just a drug dealer
in that lab coat.
(CHUCKLES)
Right, and you're out saving
the world, right, Latif?
You can see your way out.
No, no, no, no. Oh, fuck!
(ZIZI CRYING)
Fuck.
(BEEPING)
(DIAL TONE TRILLING)
MIKE'S VOICEMAIL:
Thank you for calling...
Mahmoudi Securities...
Texas's most trusted
private security firm.
(ZIZI CRYING)
(SIGHS)
(CAR APPROACHING)
(ZIZI SOBBING)
Hey.
Is Mahmoudi here?
GUARD 1: Mike?
Not here.
What about Hatty?
(GUARD 2 IN ARABIC)
No Hatty.
-(SPEAKING ARABIC)
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
(LIQUID POURING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(KNOCKS)
HATTY: You were
at my mansion, bro?
(SHUSHES)
HATTY: I saw you
on my cameras.
LATIF: It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
HATTY: Goddamn. Mashallah.
My king, you changed
your fucking mind.
Are you gonna
take out Kimchi Jesus?
Hell no.
Okay, what the fuck
are you doing here?
I've been looking for one
of your girls from last night.
(WHEEZES)
You're looking
for one of my women?
LATIF: Yeah.
You're looking
for one of my women?
LATIF: Yeah.
You fucking dog.
You got that dog in you.
(LAUGHTER)
Goddamn, Daddy Rambo
fell in love...
with one of Hatty's Hoejabis.
-LATIF: Mmm...
-Mmm-mmm...
HATTY: Here's what
we're gonna do.
You're gonna take out
the Pastor Hwan, and me?
I get you in one of my videos.
Might be the best fucking head
you ever got, bro.
What you say?
I mean, I was thinking...
we could make it
a little simpler.
I could throw you
a couple hundred dollars...
and you just let me hang out
with her for 20 minutes.
No.
You are my teacher.
We're like family, me and you.
LATIF: Yeah.
So you're just gonna take out
Hwan, and me?
I'm gonna get you the girl.
It's gonna be halal.
We'll film it. We'll call you
"The Halal Hammer."
The fuck off my car. Back up.
Thank you.
You're wasting my time.
-Okay. I'm wasting your time.
-All right.
Yo, Huntington
Woods Apartments.
I followed you home
last night.
Bro, what,
you thought you were slick?
Flying under the radar?
(METAL CLINKS)
Oh, am I getting
your tiny Taliban...
worked up for me, Daddy?
Brother Haytham, watch it.
Mmm... Did I offend you?
You're gonna take care
of the Pastor Hwan...
or I'm gonna drive up to your
shitty fucking apartment...
and I'm gonna IDF the shit
outta your kids one at a time.
Three fucking kids.
Fuck! Okay.
Fuck! Easy, easy, man.
I was playing with you.
On my mother's life,
I've never used that knife.
Don't you ever
threaten my family!
Okay. Easy, easy.
Now, why would I kill a man
tryin' to stop a pimp?
-HATTY: Okay, easy, man.
-You oughta be my target.
It's a studio,
it's a studio, it's a studio.
On my mother's life,
it's a studio.
What's the fucking difference?
Bro, I respect women.
I'm a fucking ally.
What do you want?
I'll put you
in any video you want!
Who the fuck you think I am?
It's for my daughter.
She fed her last night.
-Tell me, who is she?
-Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay, guy.
I see you, okay.
You getting somewhere, huh?
HATTY: Yes, yes,
she's one of my Mecca MILFs.
Look at us.
We're making progress.
-What's her name?
-LATIF: I don't know.
I just know she had a little
red caboose on her titty.
Fugazi.
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-Oh, shit.
Hey, hey, baby.
Hey, now.
-It's okay. It's okay.
-HATTY: Yeah. Okay.
-(ZIZI CRYING)
-HATTY: Fuck me!
(GROANS)
Oh, God!
No.
Just stop, stop, stop, stop!
Don't fucking call her!
Please, please!
Bro, bro, she's volatile!
Easy. Okay, listen.
It's Ramadan.
I got iftar
with my mom and my dad.
-Please, can you let me go?
-(DIAL TONE TRILLING)
You take me to her,
God as my witness...
I'll get you back for iftar.
Anything fucking
happens to me...
-Mike's gonna come after you.
-I'm aware.
HATTY: Okay.
FUGAZI: I told you
to delete my number, Hatty.
-Talk nice to her.
-HATTY: Okay.
-Yeah.
- FUGAZI: Hello?
Hey, Fufu.
FUGAZI: What the fuck
do you want?
I'm just calling
to make amends.
-(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
-(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(ZIZI COOING)
She chose this place, huh?
Damn strip club.
Yeah.
-I think it's weird, too.
-(CELL PHONE BUZZES)
Hey.
"Dad and baby only."
Tryin' to pull a fast one.
Bro, I fuckin' told you,
she's sus.
Yo, look...
Yo, where are you goin'?
Bro, it's hot. Come on.
Where are you goin'?
-Come back!
-(ZIZI CRYING)
Yo, I got you here.
After I feed Zizi, we're gonna
have a conversation...
about your
haram-ass activities.
I held up my end of the deal.
What about
my parents' iftar, huh?
LATIF: Your parents
ain't thinkin' about you.
They know you do porn?
Your kids
know you kill people?
Man, you think
that you're on some crusade...
protecting your people...
but the end of the day...
you're just
a dollar-store hitman...
working for my uncle.
You're the last person
I'm gonna defend myself to.
(ZIZI FUSSING)
The fuck is this?
Prayers for forgiveness.
I need my glasses, dickfuck.
(ZIZI CRYING)
Maybe you weren't
meant to be forgiven.
Bro, come the fuck back, bro!
You can't leave me like this!
Asshole.
(GRUNTS)
(RING TONE TRILLING)
-(THUDS)
-Oh, shit.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-ELDER WADE: They're lizards.
Yeah.
-(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Everything all right?
FATIHA: Yeah, we're good.
How's the fast going? Okay?
Yep. Just...
-(PLASTIC CRINKLES)
-lounging at the house.
I need y'all to drop
what you're doin'...
and get to me right now.
What... What happened?
Nothin'. I just want us
to break our fast together.
Qadir, where do you wanna eat?
Pak's. I want some goat chops.
You hear Qadir?
Yeah. Pak's goat chops.
Hey...
y'all got money for the bus?
Yeah, we'll leave now.
Did you find Zizi's milk?
LATIF: I'm on it.
Hey, I'mma let you go.
I'll talk to you shortly,
all right?
FATIHA: All right.
All right. (SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
-for my daughter.
-WOMAN: S.
-(MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: How we doing today?
Jesus loves you.
CROWD: Amen.
MAN: Amen.
Jesus loves you.
WOMAN: That's it.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
You can sit. I won't bite.
-Yeah.
-(FUGAZI CHUCKLES)
This for you.
Thank you.
-LATIF: Yeah.
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
You know,
this used to be a strip club.
The ministry's
converting it to a church.
It's beautiful, right?
Thank you for doing this.
There's more milk
in the mini fridge...
if you need it.
Here you go.
Hi, again. Hi.
How you know Hatty?
Uh...
He was my student.
You a teacher?
It's more like
a weekend school.
Wait. Like, a Muslim school?
Yeah.
You must've been
a shit teacher...
'cause he makes
some devil-ass porn.
(CHUCKLES)
All right.
You, uh...
You been in his movies, too?
-Oh, no.
-FUGAZI: Oh.
Well, he begged me
to come through last night.
And I really
needed the money...
but shit got really weird.
DISTANT CROWD: Hallelujah!
If anyone asks...
we met
at the Kroger on Hilcroft.
-Cool?
-Yeah.
FUGAZI: Okay. Okay.
Okay, there you go.
Yeah. There you go.
It's all right.
Just... (CHUCKLES)
So, you got
a side-chick filling in?
No.
It's just me.
FUGAZI: There you go.
Okay.
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
FUGAZI: There you go.
(CHORAL HUMMING PLAYING)
FUGAZI: There you go.
Khadija.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I'm sorry about your wife.
And your baby's got no mama.
Hmph...
Well, we're happy
to help out, mister.
Latif.
Latif.
My name is Hwan Yoon.
I've seen your videos.
Have you?
Thank you, Lord...
for allowing me
to be a witness to this man.
He moves in mysterious ways.
Am I right, Fugazi?
I was literally
thinking that yesterday...
when I met him at Kroger.
Kroger.
-Yesterday?
-FUGAZI: Mmm-hmm...
Well, thank you.
Thank you for bringing
that deviant Arab to us.
Handcuffed and everything.
FUGAZI: Damn.
You handcuffed him?
See, Fugazi,
not all Muslims are crooked.
(CHUCKLES)
(PASTOR HWAN LAUGHS)
I'm glad you saw
it was a joke. (CHUCKLES)
You know, Sister Fugazi
joined our movement.
Yeah, a few weeks ago...
when we liberated
this strip club.
(INHALES) That's when
that Arab got nervous.
You know what he did?
He hired someone to kill me.
Because he knows...
our next cleansing
is his mansion...
and we will liberate
the poor women stuck inside.
God willing.
-Amen.
-PASTOR HWAN: Amen.
-FUGAZI: Okay.
-You can say inshallah ...
to that, if you like.
FUGAZI: Come on.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
All right. All right.
Well, we're gonna
bring him in, so...
can I have your keys, please?
I can burp her now.
-Oh. Yeah.
-Thank you.
First, the keys.
FUGAZI: Okay. Okay.
(TAPPING)
(FUGAZI HUMMING)
Army?
No.
Marines.
I just sell oils and perfumes.
I guess you just
seem principled.
You fastin'?
Yeah, you got that stinky
Ramadan breath.
(FUGAZI CHUCKLES)
How many men outside?
I'm just here
getting milk for my baby.
Bullshit.
You brought Hatty here
to bait me, right?
No.
I'm just teaching him
a lesson.
We're teachers, too.
We discipline real well here.
Not like me.
(BURPS)
-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)
-(FUGAZI EXCLAIMING)
-(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(CLINKING)
Give me my daughter.
-(HISSING)
-(LATIF GROANS)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
(PANTING)
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
LATIF: Zizi...
PASTOR HWAN: You
fucking idiot!
(GROWLING)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
-(STRAINS)
-(GRUNTS)
-MAN 1: Pastor Hwan, come on!
-MAN 2: Come on!
-Open the door!
-(THUDDING)
MAN 1: Is everything
all right?
Come on!
MAN 2: Pastor Hwan!
Come on, man! Open the door!
(CLINKING)
(THUDS)
The fuck? (EXCLAIMS)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)
(THUDS)
(WORSHIP MUSIC PLAYING)
(WORSHIP MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ZIZI CRYING)
-(THUDS)
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
LATIF: Fuck!
(CRACKLING)
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
-(CLATTERS)
MAN 1: You all right, man?
MAN 2: Man,
are you all right?
MAN 2: Get up!
(MAN GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
-(GUNSHOTS)
-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(LATIF EXCLAIMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
Don't shoot!
(SCRAPING)
(THUDS)
There's a baby here!
There is a fucking baby here!
Give me my daughter.
But she's not safe with you.
(THUDDING ON DOOR)
You'd hurt a woman?
(PANTING)
(GLASS SHARDS CLINKING)
MAN: Open the door!
-Open the door!
-(ZIZI CRYING)
MAN: Bullshit right here.
PASTOR HWAN: Where
did Hatty go?
MAN: I don't know, sir.
He's missing.
PASTOR HWAN: Well,
fucking find him!
MAN: What you doin'
with that carpet, man?
MAN 2: He got that rug.
That's a prayer rug.
MAN 3: Yo, how much does...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
PASTOR HWAN: Go find
the motherfucker!
-What the fuck?
-(CLAMORING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I got you.
HATTY: What are
you doing here?
-What are you doing here?
-HATTY: What the fuck
-are you doing?
-Get down! Get down!
Give me...
fucking hold... I broke...
Shut the... Get down!
Where's my fucking phone?
Where's my fucking phone?
(PANTING)
LATIF: Quiet, quiet.
Quiet, man.
-(PANTING)
-(ZIZI WHINING)
-It's okay, baby. It's okay.
-Okay.
(HUMMING)
(ZIZI COOING)
(LATIF HUMMING)
(ZIZI STOPS COOING)
LATIF: Brother Haytham,
we gonna be okay.
I'm...
I'm sorry I broke your car.
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
HATTY: Sorry.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You got scissors? Scissors.
Scissors. Bro. Scissor.
(ZIZI COOING)
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
You got a phone?
This Gandhi-ass looking bitch.
Oh, damn.
(THUDS)
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-(LOW MUSIC PLAYING)
-Baba.
-LATIF: Hey.
Are you kidding me?
You brought your kids here?
I promised them goat chops.
Oh. Goat chops. Dad
of the fucking year right...
Hey. Where you goin'?
I'm just... I'm askin'
for the phone. Relax.
What? It's a telephone.
A telephone. Relax.
Come on, come on, come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.
Hwan's found me. He's fucking
trying to kill me.
You bring everyone,
you come to me.
Hey, hey.
-We fuck him the fuck...
-LATIF: Hey, hey, hey.
-Hey, Mike, Mike.
- MIKE: Where are you?
Mike?
MIKE: What the hell happened?
Is Hatty hurt?
Everything's okay. We're safe.
MIKE: What's goin' on?
Why don't you
come on down to Pak's?
MIKE: We're coming now.
-Roll through?
- MIKE: Watch out for him.
Yeah, I'm not gonna let
nothin' happen to him.
You have my word.
MIKE: That fuckin'
Korean's a psycho.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
Mike is on his way.
You run away
from a crime scene?
No, I don't
run away from shit.
Your daddy kidnapped me.
LATIF: He was
my student at the Dar.
Your daddy
doesn't remember me.
Oh, I do.
I remember you very well.
You used to pretend
to be a convert.
You had
a whole elaborate story...
about leaving
your Jewish family.
Yeah.
Yeah, well,
that's the cheat code.
"Cheat code."
Look, these Muslims...
they're gonna be extra nice
to the converts...
'cause they're afraid
they're gonna leave the faith.
And that's the Muzzie way.
-You two should try that shit.
-QADIR: Too late.
Faati's already a Kafir.
Shut up, Qadir.
What'd I tell you about
using that word, man?
HATTY: Hoo-wee!
QADIR: I'm just
stating the facts.
HATTY: You're good, bro.
It's a safe space.
Hey.
Join the club.
So, you're no longer a Muslim?
HATTY: I'm teetering.
I'm in my "but" phase.
-(LATIF SCOFFS)
-So, you like butts that much?
HATTY: Yes, I do.
Why wouldn't I?
I'm a butt-ass connoisseur.
That's what I am.
-QADIR: I do...
-Hey. He's 10.
Stop it.
I'm talking about
the Islamic creed.
Did your booty-hating Daddy
teach you that?
(IN DEEP VOICE) "No God
but God."
HATTY: "No God but God."
Correct.
I was on team "No God."
And right now...
I'm on team...
"But."
-What's bringing you back?
-HATTY: I don't know.
You spend enough time
in that "No God" zone...
and shit starts getting
a little dark...
and you start thinking
that there's...
gotta be something else.
-So now you're a butt man.
-HATTY: Yes, I am.
LATIF: Qadir.
-Stop with the butts.
-Yeah, I'm a big-ass butt man.
FATIHA: You think you're
ever gonna get back...
to God?
HATTY: I was close.
And you get
these hypocrites...
that come at you
and they're...
just trying to fix you.
And they're fake,
these Muslims.
With their affectations...
their deep-ass voices.
And their little prayer books
of forgiveness.
Then they make you
wanna swim...
deep, deep, deep into
that fucking "No God" water.
You trust me about that.
Oh, that's why you're
hangin' out with my dad.
He's trying to convince you
to come back.
He is killing me.
(FATIHA LAUGHS)
Hey, hey. Hey.
Come on.
Let's go. We need to go.
Faati, Qadir.
-(ZIZI COOING)
-LATIF: Come on.
Get your stuff.
We gotta go. Now.
-(THUDS)
-(CLATTERS)
PASTOR HWAN: Sorry, kids.
Your daddy
forgot his breast milk.
(SOFTLY) You desecrated
my church.
Don't do anything stupid
in front of your kids.
I'm coming for you.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) Come on,
Hatty, let's go.
Get up.
-(CUTLERY CLATTERS)
-(TABLE SCRAPING)
He touches me, I'm gonna
make a scene right here.
Yeah, you're
gonna make a scene?
You think these people
give a shit about you?
Tell 'em what you do
for a living, come on.
-Come on.
-MAN: Get the fuck up.
Okay, I don't think
he wants to go.
He's just shy. He's just shy.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that your dad...
is one of these hypocrites.
HATTY: Okay. I'm good, man.
MAN: Come on.
I'm walking, okay? I'm good.
Fucking hands off me.
(SOFTLY) Baba,
you gonna do anything?
-WAITER: Goat chops.
-We need a to-go box for that.
Call a cab. Call a cab.
They don't take cash any more.
(SIGHS)
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Turn that phone off.
(CLICKS)
We're not being followed.
(ZIZI COOING)
Faati...
you know why your mom
chose the name Khadija?
I thought you gave it to her.
ABDUL: Nah. I proposed it,
she chose it.
It's the name
of the Prophet's wife.
-The kids know that, Sheikh.
-ABDUL: Yeah...
but you know
there's more to the story.
Rasul would retreat
to the mountain.
In one of his meditations...
the angel Gabriel...
came to him...
pressin' on his chest...
tellin' him to read...
in the name of your lord...
who created you.
The Prophet was terrified.
And he ran back
to the arms of his wife...
and he said, "Cover me,
cover me. I fear for my life."
(SCOFFS) He thought
he'd gone mad.
His wife...
Khadija...
replied with certainty.
"God would never
humiliate him...
"because he beared
the burden of others...
"and took care of his family."
So, Mama liked that Khadija
stood by her man.
Is that the lesson?
(ABDUL CHUCKLES)
One could also look at it
another way.
That when all the town
called him crazy...
a disruptor, rebel...
that Khadija...
trusted her heart...
because she saw
something deeper...
more merciful...
in this man than anyone else.
Her belief in him...
cost her everything.
Did it all...
smiling...
with her broken teeth.
(ENGINE REVS)
ABDUL: Dana rallied
the sisters.
Got you some milk for Zizi.
It's in a cooler
at the mosque.
You hear me?
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
Thank you, Sheikh.
Hey, y'all pack up.
We're gonna go
on a little vacation.
FATIHA: Uh, what?
LATIF: Gonna go to Mexico.
(DISTANT CHATTER)
MIKE: He's in that complex.
Come on.
(MAN 1 IN ARABIC)
(MAN 2 IN ARABIC)
Faati, Qadir.
-Huh?
-LATIF: Let's go.
We gotta get on the road.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
-Right now?
-LATIF: Right now. Let's go.
FATIHA: Are we coming back?
Of course, we are.
FATIHA: Well, can I say bye
to Elder Wade?
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
(MAN 2 IN ARABIC)
How about we all say bye?
Come on.
What?
Hey.
Would y'all like a Topo Chico?
Yes.
LATIF: Our AC went out.
I just didn't want
Zizi burning up.
ELDER WADE: The maintenance
in this building is awful.
My room is empty.
LATIF: Thank you.
That's mighty kind of you.
Yeah. Why don't you take Zizi
there on back to cool off.
We'll be gone in a minute.
-(SWING SQUEAKS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
Elder Wade.
Yes?
You mind if I join you today?
Of course.
-Yeah?
-ELDER WADE: Yeah.
(CHUCKLING) All right.
Thank you.
How y'all brothers doing?
ELDER WADE: (SINGING)
Grief has o ften crossed me
On my way
Who pled
So kindly for relief
That I could never
Answer nay
But there was something
In his eyes
That won my love
I knew not why
(SLASHING)
You gonna tell me
what's really going on?
Hmm... Your mama said
you was crushing on that boy.
FATIHA: That's not true.
Your mama lying, then?
Tell me something.
He ever touch you?
What? No.
Good, 'cause I'd have to cut
off his little Joseph Smith.
-Baba. Please.
-LATIF: Hmm... I'm...
Now, I'm cool with a nikah
if he down to convert.
I got some reading material.
FATIHA: Can we please
change the subject?
I mean, he's always trying
to hand out these pamphlets.
I figured you might as well
return the favor.
(ZIZI FUSSES)
-Where's Zizi's milk?
-(ZIZI CRYING)
FATIHA: Oh, I...
I put it in the freezer
in our apartment.
-(GROANS)
-FATIHA: I'm sorry.
I mean,
I can go get it if you want.
No, I got it.
FATIHA: It's comin'.
You just going to get milk...
right?
Stay here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CREAKS SOFTLY)
(KEYS JINGLE)
(CREAKS)
(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)
(CLACKS)
(GUN COCKS)
Latif.
(THUDS)
MIKE: Salaam alaikum,
brother.
(IN ARABIC)
- Mashallah.
-(GROANS)
-(SMACKS)
-(THUDS)
You gave up my nephew.
-We got ambushed, Mike.
-(MIKE SHUSHES)
Don't... Don't bullshit me.
There better
be diamonds in here.
Fuck is this?
(IN ARABIC)
-(EXCLAIMS)
-(GRUNTS)
(MAN EXCLAIMS)
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
-(SMACKS)
-(GROANS)
(MAN STRUGGLING)
(LATIF GRUNTING)
not to go back there.
LATIF: One more step
and I'll kill him!
(IN ARABIC)
don't have much time, Mike.
You gotta get him a doctor.
And you gotta
get to the mansion.
That's where Hwan's headed.
We're ready for him.
Don't underestimate him.
The fuck, Latif.
Whose side are you on?
(MAN PRAYING IN ARABIC)
I'll do you a favor.
I'll bring your friend,
just give me the milk.
-That's the deal.
-(MAN WHINES)
MIKE: Take it.
Oh, shit!
You didn't have to do that.
Does it hurt...
-watching the milk spill?
-Stop it!
What happened, brother?
We were two peas
in a pod, man.
(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
We were supposed to...
We were supposed to go on this
righteous crusade together!
(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
to hunt ISIS, you fuck.
(MAN IN ARABIC)
of my friend, Latif.
LATIF: All right.
Just give me the milk.
Just give me the fucking milk.
Fine.
Come and get it.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN GROANING)
You better get to the mansion.
MAN: Mike. Mike. Mike.
Mike.
Mike.
(MAN EXCLAIMS, SOBS)
(GRUNTS)
(SHOUTS IN ARABIC)
(GUNSHOTS)
-(GUN CLICKS)
-(THUDS)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(WHINES)
-(MIKE SPEAKING ARABIC)
-(MAN CRIES)
(MIKE SPEAKING ARABIC)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)
-(THUDS)
-(CLANGS, CLATTERS)
(GROANS)
-LATIF: Faati.
-(FATIHA GASPS)
-(GUNSHOTS)
-(GASPING)
Get in the closet.
Get in the closet!
Go, go, go.
Come on. Get in the closet.
Stay in there.
(CLACKS)
-(SLASHES)
-(CLATTERS)
(GROANS)
(MUFFLED GASPS)
(MIKE GROANS)
Mike.
Oh, shit.
(PANTING)
Say it now. Come on.
(IN ARABIC)
(REPEATS IN ARABIC)
(MUMBLES)
(DOOR THUDS)
(MIKE CONTINUES MUMBLING)
(MAN PANTING)
(CLATTERS)
-(GROANS)
-(THUDS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(CHOKES)
(MUFFLED WHINE)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
-(CLICKS)
-(FATIHA WHIMPERS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CLICKS, THUDS)
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Everything okay?
I heard gunshots.
LATIF: Ah, you know
the neighborhood.
Elder Wade,
we really appreciate...
everything you've done for us.
I was really moved
by the Bible study.
That verse from Mosiah 2:17
about love and services...
really powerful.
ELDER WADE: Glad I moved you.
-All right. Hmm...
-(ZIZI COOING)
(ZIZI CRIES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
-(ZIZI WHINING)
-FATIHA: Okay. Okay.
-LATIF: Wow.
-(SEAT WHIRRING)
(ZIZI CRYING)
(MILK TRICKLING)
Still smells like your mama.
(ZIZI FUSSING)
(SIGHS)
We'll have to stop
by Sheikh's house.
I thought we were going
to Mexico.
Those idiots ruined the milk.
We don't have enough
to get across.
How are you doing this?
How am I doing what?
Acting like
nothing just happened.
(KEYS JINGLE)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey.
FATIHA: Who's blocking
the gate?
Baba, who is that?
Just go. We're good.
-LATIF: You sure?
-Yes. Just let them sleep.
All right.
(RUSTLING)
(THUDS)
MAN: Call the ambulance!
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
They were here for you.
You see all this?
They were here for you!
I'm coming for you.
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
DANA: Get back to your kids.
Keep 'em out of this mess.
(LOUD WHOOSHING)
FATIHA: Did someone get hurt?
(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)
QADIR: What happened?
Those ambulances are heading
towards the mosque.
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(CAR WHOOSHES)
(SIRENS FADE)
QADIR: Isn't it fajr time?
We should be praying.
We'll pray later.
QADIR: (SCOFFS) What?
We're not stopping for prayer.
QADIR: Prayer
don't work like that.
They're appointed times.
That's what Mama told us.
Feel free
to pray in the car, Qadir.
QADIR: But I thought
we're not allowed
to sit and pray
unless we're sick.
I mean, the whole world
is a mosque.
Like...
this corner...
this ditch.
Even that sus motel
right there...
The whole world
is a mosque, right?
(TIRES SCREECH)
Go on out there.
Go on out there and pray.
See if anyone gives a shit
what you got to say.
Go on, Qadir.
Get out the car.
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(SNIFFLES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(QADIR SOBBING)
(FATIHA GRUNTS)
FATIHA: Hey, hey.
Yeah. Can I give you a hug?
(DOG BARKING)
What are we doing here?
Change of plans.
You're going
to your auntie and uncle's.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY)
Sorry, I can't
whip something up.
I gotta prep
for Aiden's birthday party.
Qadir, Faati...
want something to drink?
We're fasting.
That's so brave of you.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
So, where you
runnin' off to this time?
Uzbekistan?
Afghanistan?
Hell.
Listen...
if I don't make it back,
you got 'em, right?
No, no, no, Latif,
I don't wanna hear that.
I don't wanna hear that shit.
The kids go to public school.
-I put up a Christmas tree.
-I don't give a shit.
I just know they'd be safe
with you, that's all.
No, cut that bullshit, man.
Tell me what's going on!
Are we in trouble?
LATIF: I am.
They came for me
at the mosque.
I just know
if I handle this...
won't nobody else get hurt.
Especially my kids.
Please.
-(ZIZI COOING)
-Ooh.
LATIF: Be ready
when I get back.
(ZIZI COOS)
That's when
we leave for Mexico.
-We're gonna leave for Mexico.
-FATIHA: Where are you going?
I made a mess.
I gotta clean it up first.
Qadir.
I can get Qadir
if you want me to.
Nah, it's fine.
Come here.
MAN: Yeah, right back there.
WOMAN 1: All right.
MAN: Ready?
WOMAN 2: Here we go.
Do your thing, Baba.
WOMAN 1: I know.
TARA: Hey, y'all!
MAN: Hey!
WOMAN 2: Happy birthday!
LATIF: Now,
I want you to chill out
-on that stuffy porn.
-(WHEEZES)
What?
LATIF: Hello Kitty
and doggy style
don't go together.
FATIHA: What?
(LAUGHING)
(LATIF LAUGHS)
Okay.
(BOTH LAUGH)
LATIF: Not as square
as you think.
Baba, what? (LAUGHS)
LATIF: You know, you got all
the best parts of your mama.
You don't have to go.
(EXHALES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLICKS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SQUEAKS)
(ZIPPER OPENING)
(SCRAPES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(FOLLOWERS SINGING
IN DISTANCE)
PASTOR HWAN: (SINGING)
Calling your light
Calling your light
FOLLOWERS: Calling your light
Calling your light
PASTOR HWAN: Desolate land
Deep need for a hand
ALL: Calling your light
-Calling your light
-FOLLOWER: In Jesus' name!
Then you called my name
Reached your hand
Showered me
With your light
Shining bright
Salvation
Freed by Your grace
Lifted when you called
My name
Salvation
Now I'm alive
Rising, I fly
(ALL VOCALIZING)
-(ALL EXCLAIM)
-(GUNS COCK)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
QADIR: What you doin'?
I found this in Uncle's study.
Out of all the books.
FATIHA: Shut up, Qadir.
I'm just trying
to get my mind off of things.
I know
you're grieving your imam.
My men went too far.
He fought bravely, I'm told.
I'm sorry he's dead.
QADIR: Read it aloud.
FATIHA: What?
I'd rather hear your voice
than that weird-ass
clown outside.
FATIHA: "A man came
to the Prophet and asked...
"'Who deserves
the best of me?'"
What'd he say?
"Your mother."
PASTOR HWAN:
It was His will...
that led us to victory.
ALL: Amen!
His will...
that kept us safe.
FATIHA: It goes on.
The man asked...
"'Who is next?'
"And the Prophet replied,
'Your mother.'"
QADIR: Makes sense.
Then who?
PASTOR HWAN: Even you.
Even you...
were a part of His plan.
"The Prophet then replied...
"'Your mother.'"
Three times?
Yeah.
"The man asked again...
"'Who is next?'"
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
FATIHA: "And the prophet
replied...
"'And then your father.'"
As Jesus forgave me...
I forgive you.
Accept that grace.
Walk away.
This man is free to go.
-MAN 1: Hallelujah.
-(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
MAN 1: Hallelujah!
Unless you'd like to...
share a little about Ramadan,
what it means to be Muslim...
in these polarizing times.
So you kept him alive?
Hatty.
He hasn't confessed.
Still swears
this is just a porn studio.
Maybe he needs
more discipline.
Can I try?
Yeah.
Please.
QADIR: Damn.
Baba's cooked.
Why you say that?
Because the Prophet gave more
respect to Mama than Baba?
QADIR: Nah.
Baba was
trying to fill shoes...
that were
three times his size.
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
I wish I gave him
a hug before he left.
(BREATH TREMBLING)
What you doin'?
Faati?
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
-(THUDS)
PASTOR HWAN: Stop him!
(THUDS)
(LATIF GRUNTS)
(SMACKS)
(PASTOR HWAN GROANS)
Back the fuck up
or I'll kill him.
MAN 1: Don't shoot him!
MAN 2: Stay back!
-Back up.
-Stay back!
MAN 3: Stand down!
Stand down!
MAN 4: We got him!
-MAN 5: Tie him up!
-You showed mercy to him?
Fucking idiot.
LATIF: Please stop all this.
It's over.
-(FOLLOWERS EXCLAIMING)
-(PASTOR HWAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(GROANS)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GUNSHOTS)
Up, up, up.
(WHIMPERING)
Back up.
I'm all right. Get him off me!
(SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(GUNFIRE)
(YELLS)
No! (SCREAMS)
-MAN 6: Oh, shit!
-(PASTOR HWAN STRAINS)
(THUDDING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(LATIF YELLS)
(SLASHING)
(CLANGING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(YELLING)
(LATIF GROANING)
(BLADE CLANGS)
-(PANTING)
-(LATIF GROANING)
(GROANING)
(WHEEZING)
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. You can go.
(LATIF WHEEZING)
It's okay.
-(BONES CRACKING)
-(PASTOR HWAN SHUSHES)
PASTOR HWAN: It's okay.
(LATIF MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY)
(PANTING STOPS)
Can I get an amen?
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
PASTOR HWAN: His will!
FOLLOWERS: His will!
-His will!
-FOLLOWERS: His will!
PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear
an amen!
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear
an amen!
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear
an amen!
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
FATIHA: (SOFTLY) God, please.
(SNIFFLES) Bring baba home.
Please. (SNIFFLES)
Please.
(GASPS LOUDLY)
(PANTING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
MAN 1: Jesus Christ.
MAN 2: (WHISPERS)
That's impossible.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SOFTLY) What the fuck?
-(GUN CLATTERS)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(PASTOR HWAN PANTING)
(SOFTLY) What you got on?
What you got on?
(IN NORMAL VOICE) What you
got on? What you got on?
What you got on?
What you got on?
(SHOUTING) What you got on?
What you got on?
What you got on?
(PANTING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BREATHING WEARILY)
PASTOR HWAN: Let him go.
(LATIF CONTINUES
BREATHING WEARILY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Who's praying for you?
My daughter.
(LATIF CONTINUES
BREATHING HEAVILY)
Fatiha.
(GROANS)
(SIGHING)
(GROANING)
-(HATTY GRUNTS)
-(CAR HONKS)
(CAR HONKS)
HATTY: Okay.
HATTY: This doesn't
make any sense.
How are we alive right now?
And why the fuck
did you save me?
I didn't.
It wasn't in my hands.
(FATIHA WHINES)
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
I'm here.
(SOBBING)
LATIF: I'm here.
I'm here. I'm here.
(FATIHA CRYING)
I'm here.
FATIHA: Why did you leave me?
Why?
So I could find my way
back to you.
(SOMBER CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(FATIHA CONTINUES SOBBING)
LATIF: I could never
fill her shoes.
Help me now, Lord...
learn to fill my own.
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHORAL MUSIC CRESCENDOES)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(NOW I'M LISTENING BY SON LUX
& BILAL PLAYING)
(WOMAN VOCALIZING)
MAN: Take me down
To the water's edge
Run myself and every ghost
In my head
'Cause now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
Pull me out
Don't you leave my side
I've got no chance without
What's burning realized
(VOCALIZING)
Now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
I need you
Now and always, dear
There's no undoing
What you cannot forgive
But now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
(CHORUS VOCALIZING)
MAN: There's no undoing
What you cannot forgive
But now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
FATIHA: A man came
to the Prophet and asked...
"Who deserves the best of me?"
(MEN GRUNTING)
QADIR: What'd he say?
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
-(THUDS)
(METAL CLANGS)
FATIHA: The Prophet said...
"Your mother."
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
FATIHA: It goes on.
The man asked...
"Then who?"
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
-(THUDS)
(THUDS)
FATIHA: The Prophet said,
"Your mother" again.
QADIR: Then who?
-(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
-(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
FATIHA: The Prophet replied,
"Your mother."
-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)
QADIR: Three times?
FATIHA: Yeah.
QADIR: And then who?
(MAN SIGHS)
-(DISTANT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SIGHS)
-(CLACKS)
-LATIF: Shit.
(TAP SQUEAKS)
(CLATTERS)
Oh, shit.
(CLUNKS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(CLATTERS)
Khadija, honey, I'm working.
FATIHA: (SOBBING)
Baba, it's me.
-Faati.
- FATIHA: Baba...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Slow down. Slow down.
FATIHA: I think she's gone.
(CRYING)
Mama's gone.
WOMAN: Her death was sudden.
But thank the Lord
she died in peace.
Now, you have to pray
for her now.
Give her all your prayers.
Think about her.
Each, each prayer
that you have.
She can hear you.
The hearing is the last to go.
(SOFTLY) I'm gonna...
I'll do my best
to take care of 'em, Mama.
I just wish you hadn't left.
WOMAN: And let her know...
that you'll
be praying for her.
Okay?
She has to talk
to the angels now.
So this is it.
You okay?
We good. Yes, you are.
(INDISTINCT WHISPERS)
-(SNIFFLING)
-(ZIZI COOING)
ABDUL: You all right?
I'm doing all right.
Thank you, Sheikh.
This will always
be your home, you know.
LATIF: Thank you.
ABDUL: It's okay to cry,
Qadir. It's okay.
Allah's got us.
MAN: The Janazah prayer...
will be after
the Dohr sala inshallah.
(PRAYING IN ARABIC)
(MAN 2 PRAYING IN ARABIC)
(ALL PRAYING IN ARABIC)
You take her from me...
and you expect me
to bow down to you.
(SOMBER CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LATIF: I thought
I was your sword.
Tried to keep our people safe.
Now I have to fill her shoes.
Mama.
Faati. Come on.
I got a surprise for y'all.
-FATIHA: I'm coming.
-LATIF: All right.
What y'all think? Just like
Mama's Ramadan spread, huh?
Smells different.
It tastes the same.
We doing good?
Yes, ma'am.
Made a big sale on the road.
I'mma show you
how I sell, Baba.
I've been watching those
Mormons go door to door.
You see what Mama made?
She made all of these for us.
LATIF: I see her everywhere.
(CLATTERS)
(ZIZI CRYING)
LATIF: Finish your fractions.
This wasn't the plan.
I'm breaking.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
MIKE: Latif, it's Mike.
You left a mess
in that bathroom.
I had to clean it up.
You owe me. You understand?
Now, this Korean
is after my nephew, and...
-(BEEPS)
-(CLACKS)
LATIF: (GROANS) Fucking Mike.
-(ZIZI WHINES)
-Hey, Zizi. Hey, hey, hey.
-How you doin', huh?
-(ZIZI COOING)
You're clean.
(SNIFFS) You're clean!
(COOING)
-You're clean.
-(CHUCKLING)
I don't smell nothin'!
-Huh? You hungry?
-(COOS)
Huh? You want some food?
(ZIZI CRYING)
QADIR: You need any help?
I need you
to finish your work.
(ZIZI CONTINUES CRYING)
LATIF: Seven,
eight, nine, ten.
(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLACKS)
You need to knock.
(ZIZI CONTINUES CRYING)
We're running
out of your mother's milk.
-(EXHALES)
-LATIF: I just counted.
We got, like, ten left.
Let me check.
(SIGHS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Yeah, you're right.
We're running... low.
(CLACKS)
LATIF: Whose Wi-Fi
are you using?
The Mormons in the other unit.
Think we got enough
for three, four days?
I don't know.
Maybe one or two days.
(SIGHS)
(LIQUID POURING)
(ZIZI CRYING)
LATIF: Mother
never used formula. (SIGHS)
It ain't gonna work.
We have to try.
LATIF: All right.
All right. All right.
-Hey.
-LATIF: Go with your sister,
-go with your sister.
-Okay. Okay.
-(CRYING)
-Hey.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
(CRYING STOPS)
Mmm... This one's good.
-(SPLUTTERS)
-Oh, okay. Okay.
-(ZIZI CRYING)
-I know my kids.
Qadir, clean that up.
We're gonna
go to the mosque...
see if any of the sisters
there are nursing.
I think we should try again.
LATIF: We're doing this
your mama's way.
Pack up your books.
FATIHA: Are we all going?
After what I saw? Yeah.
(VEHICLES PASSING BY)
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(ZIZI CRYING)
LATIF: Oh, here, baby.
Here, baby. I know, I know.
I know. We gonna get you fed.
Hey, no.
Why we not take Mama's car?
Nah, this ride's way better.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(ZIZI FUSSING)
LATIF: Hang in there, Zizi.
I know you're hungry.
(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)
if I'm making any milk.
I hope I'm not
inconveniencing y'all.
-(ZIZI CRYING)
-Never.
By the way, the Imam
wants to see you outside.
(SINGING IN ARABIC)
All right, all right.
(SINGING CONTINUES)
(SINGING FADES)
I didn't see you
at prayers today.
(SIGHS) I lost track of time.
(THUDS)
I taught you better than this.
You sat right here
with Khadija...
promising that you were done
being a bitch-ass hitman.
That man murdered
Imam Bashir in cold blood.
The Feds did nothing.
The Rasul
met his enemies with mercy.
Violence was a last resort.
LATIF: He killed a holy man.
Jail would have been a mercy.
These men ain't got no code.
They're lawless.
Sometimes, you gotta take
things into your own hands.
And money
had nothing to do with it?
You're lucky your van
is registered here.
What if that Arab showed up
at your front door?
Mike came here?
Well, what'd he want?
You tell me.
He said you're not
picking up his calls.
Well, I've been a little busy
homeschooling...
cooking meals, and cleaning.
You can ask the kids.
It's time to put down
the gun, Latif.
I don't use a gun, Sheikh.
I run with my own code.
If I even feel
a sense of danger...
coming anywhere
near this community...
or your kids, I will...
It ain't gonna happen
again, Sheikh.
May I be excused?
(EXPLOSION AND GUNFIRE ON TV)
Qadir, no games with guns.
You know the rules.
QADIR: It's cool, Baba.
I'm mowing down ISIS.
FATIHA: I told him to stop.
I'm sorry, Latif.
She's not latching.
Ramadan
must have dried me out.
You know anybody else
that's nursing?
DANA: You tried the milk bank
at the WIC?
Nah. I stay away
from Uncle Sam.
DANA: The mosque up north
got a support group tonight.
LATIF: Ah, thanks.
I'll look into it.
-(GUNSHOTS ON TV)
-(ZIZI COOS)
-QADIR: You got cooked!
-Qadir, turn it off.
Where are you headed?
LATIF: Dana found this, uh...
breast milk support group
in Richmond at night.
So, you're gonna
end it with Mike?
I got it
under control, Sheikh.
QADIR: Ready, Baba.
All right, little man.
QADIR: Salam, Sheikh.
LATIF: Sister.
DANA: Good luck on the milk.
(CHILDREN EXCLAIMING)
ABDUL: (LAUGHS) Right here.
Right here. (EXCLAIMS)
-(RAIN PATTERING)
-(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LATIF: All right,
we got a simple plan.
Faati, you're gonna go...
to the breast milk
support group.
Ask the ladies if they got
some spare milk packets.
So I'm begging
for breast milk.
LATIF: No, no, no.
We're not begging
or asking for a handout.
Then what are we doing?
We're gonna get Zizi fed.
That's what we doing.
(ZIZI COOING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(CHILDREN PLAYING)
(MAN PRAYING OVER SPEAKER)
QADIR: Are you going inside?
Baba, you gonna pray?
Who's gonna watch Zizi?
We could take turns.
That's a good thought, Qadir.
That's a good thought.
(MUFFLED CLAMORING)
MAN 1: Hey!
Get out of the way!
MAN 2: Hey! Get back here!
MAN 1: Move! Move! Move!
Hey! Come back!
MAN 2: Stop her!
MAN 1: Hey!
Faati!
WOMAN: Somebody
stop that girl!
FATIHA: No!
-(SMACKS)
-(GROANS)
QADIR: Baba! No!
LATIF: Don't you ever
put your hands...
-on my daughter again!
-MAN 1: Easy, man.
She ran off with a purse.
It wasn't even
about the purse.
Stupid lady.
(MAN PRAYING OVER SPEAKER)
MAN 1: You could
take a step outside.
We need a moment
with your dad.
Go sit with Qadir.
I'll be out in a minute.
MAN 1: Leave it there.
(THUDS)
QADIR: Ooh...
-Faati's going to jail.
-FATIHA: (SIGHS) Shut up.
MIKE: Right. I got it.
You try these dates?
So good.
-(THUDS)
-(LOCK CLICKS)
MIKE: As-salaam alaikum,
brother.
Wa alaikum salam, Mike.
MIKE: So sorry for your loss.
A good woman...
but not a fan
of our relationship.
Mmm...
You trying to avoid me?
LATIF: I thought they said
they called the cops.
Ah, don't worry about that.
I run security.
All right, look,
I got some shit
going on right now, Mike.
I gotta keep pushing.
You left that skinhead
wrapped up in the bathroom.
It was all over the news.
You owe me.
Right now ain't the time.
-(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
-Latif.
MAN: Get the fuck
out of my way!
Twenty fucking minutes
I'm waiting!
Fucking door.
Fix your goddamn fucking door.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
me shit for vaping out there.
-(SPEAKING ARABIC)
wearing this shit. I look like
a goddamn Arab Ku Klux Klan.
This is your secret weapon?
Wow. Mashallah.
As-salaam alaikum, brother.
You used to be my
Quran teacher.
Nah, I just sell oils
and perfumes.
MIKE: Sit down.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
my nephew, Haytham.
We have a problem.
This Korean's after him.
He thinks
my nephew traffics women.
HATTY: He's got
jihadi vibes...
just like you.
But Jesus style.
You know
what I need you to do.
You know,
y'all got the wrong guy.
Clearly.
MIKE: Latif,
I gave you a purpose.
I protected you from the Feds.
I gave you work.
Does that not mean anything?
Mike, I appreciate everything
you did for me. I really do.
-Do you?
-LATIF: Yeah.
But I don't appreciate you
throwing this shit in my face.
All right. Peace.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
HATTY: As-salaam alaikum,
my bro.
(CHORAL HUMMING PLAYING)
HATTY: This was your plan?
You get my Quran teacher
to take out the Korean?
(CHUCKLES)
Habibi, you have
so much to learn.
Don't underestimate Latif.
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
without mercy.
(DOOR THUDS)
Where's my kids?
Hey! Where's my kids?
Here.
LATIF: Hey, Faati! Faati!
-MAN: Right there.
-(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)
(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
Get out.
Get out of the van now!
Why? Qadir just
wanted something to drink.
I got bored waiting.
Here. You take the keys.
-Get in the car. Lock it.
-Bye.
Get out of this van...
-with Zizi. Go.
-Okay, Baba.
What you doing, man?
You filming?
Turn it off.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
(LAUGHTER)
you say about my son, Mike?
Just saying
he likes the ladies.
Don't fuck around
with me, man.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What you doing bringing
hookers up to the masjid?
HATTY: Yo, teach.
They're not hookers.
We were
in the middle of filming.
-We dropped in to see you.
-Hey.
Don't say shit to me.
I will slap your teeth to
the right side of your mouth.
Yeah, I can take you, bro.
MIKE: Go ahead, lose
your cool, Latif. Come on.
Wonder what all these people
gonna think...
when they know
who you really are.
(INHALES)
MIKE: See how quickly
they take away your kids.
Remember, I keep you safe.
I got this great read. Hmm?
Name's on the bookmark.
You have one day.
As-salaam alaikum, sister.
Where are the kids?
I haven't seen them.
(SINGS IN ARABIC)
MAN: As-salaam alaikum,
brother.
(HATTY CONTINUES
SINGING IN ARABIC)
-(MAN COUGHS)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(LATIF GROANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GUNFIRE ON TELEVISION)
(SHATTERING)
QADIR: Baba, look...
That white man's jihadin'
all these fools.
You fought too, right?
LATIF: That's not how
you use the word, man.
Go brush your teeth.
Man, I was really
digging this movie.
LATIF: Hold up.
Tell me the meaning of jihad.
Someone who struggles
or fights their ego...
in the way of God.
Excellent.
Now use it in a sentence.
A woman popped
her booby out tonight...
and it was
like a jihad for me...
'cause I wanted
to stare at them...
if you know what I mean.
You makin' that up?
No.
The nipple was brown.
But I looked away, I swear.
One of the ladies saw that
Zizi was hungry and fed her.
And you let her?
I mean, she was hungry
and crying so much...
so one of the ladies
just popped it out.
Go brush your teeth.
Next time somebody
do something like that...
you gotta tell me.
Like what? Being nice?
But you... Baba, you wanted...
Zizi to drink
some mother's milk.
Allah opened
his blessed doors...
and let her drink some of that
divine feminine elixir.
You want to explain to me
why you stole from the mosque?
You wanna explain to me
why your homies
brought hookers to the mosque?
They were there
to learn about Islam.
You really
want me to believe that?
Allah is the turner of hearts.
Instead of being judgmental...
you should make
duaa for those sisters.
(FATIHA CHUCKLES)
Yeah. Yeah.
I'll make duaa for them.
Like I made duaa
for Mama to come back.
(CHUCKLES)
It's all a joke to you, right?
That's funny.
Yeah. People praying
to nothing is funny, Baba.
And I know you feel the same.
You stopped praying too.
Mm-mm. I pray.
Come on, Baba. We didn't
even go to Jummah today.
(CHUCKLES)
Go bring me your laptop.
What does that have to do...
with anything we're
talking about right now?
Go bring me your laptop.
I saw that chipmunk
porn nonsense.
It's clouding your heart.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Yeah, Shaytan's sent demon
bunnies to make love.
That's clouding my heart.
Right.
It's got nothing
to do with you leaving.
LATIF: Go on,
say what you got to say.
You blame me
for your mother's death?
You were never around.
I keep a roof
over your head...
food on the table,
and the wolves from the door.
I carry no guilt in my heart.
Then why we runnin'
around the city...
looking for someone
to feed Zizi?
She's already
got everything she needs.
May I be excused?
-(THUDS)
-Ooh, Faati got...
FATIHA: I'll punch you
in your throat!
(LATIF PRAYING SOFTLY)
(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SIGHS)
PASTOR HWAN: I baptize you
in the name of the Father ...
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
(SPLASHES)
(LAUGHTER)
(PEOPLE CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING)
PASTOR HWAN: This is what
liberation looks like.
MALE HOST: So you served
in Iraq, is that right?
PASTOR HWAN: Yes, sir, I did.
Pardon me.
That's an IED blast.
I was left for dead...
but my mother
prayed me back to life.
MALE HOST: So,
you're telling me ...
that you came back
from the dead?
PASTOR HWAN: You think
what you want.
I'm telling you,
it was a miracle.
That's when I knew
I had a higher calling.
MALE HOST: So, that's how
this crusade on porn began?
PASTOR HWAN: Porn is...
It's killing our men
and it's destroying our women.
We're taught to think
that the enemy is out there.
No, we got illicit shit
happening ...
right here
in our own backyard.
MALE HOST: You're talking ...
about that Bang Akhs
website, right?
Yes. Perfect example.
Hatty. He's the owner
of the website. He's Muslim.
He's got
the porn-to-trafficking ...
pipeline on lock.
And that's why our next
cleansing is his mansion.
MALE HOST: You're blowing
this out of proportion.
That's just a crypto bro
running a fetish site ...
for horny Muslims in there.
PASTOR HWAN: So, you're cool
with trafficking women?
MALE HOST: Absolutely not.
You're conflating
porn with prostitution.
PASTOR HWAN: What we're doing
is eradicating evil ...
from our community
by any means necessary.
So, this is a warning ...
to anyone
that gets in our way.
You will be our enemy.
LATIF: My Lord...
what do you want from me?
(VEHICLES PASSING BY)
(ZIZI CRYING)
(SCRAPING)
What happened?
Been up all night
trying to feed her.
She threw it all up...
again.
You eat anything?
-What?
-FATIHA: For suhoor?
Oh...
FATIHA: You still
gonna fast today?
I'll be all right.
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
(ZIZI FUSSING)
LATIF: Qadir...
wake up.
Qadir.
That woman from last night,
what she look like?
Huh?
LATIF: The one
who breastfed Zizi.
Who was she?
She was a dime.
Boy, she give you a name?
Like her star name?
She had a red train tattoo
near her titty.
FATIHA: Breast.
Qadir, breast.
There's only one more of your
mother's milk satchels.
Keep an eye on your brother.
I'll call you later.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN 1: Been waiting
all this time.
WOMAN 2: Oh, no,
not too loud. Not too loud.
WOMAN 3: Your mother,
she's on there too.
WOMAN 4: It's ridiculous!
WOMAN: Sir, we don't seem
to have a file for you.
Well, I'm here for
the breast milk bank, ma'am.
WOMAN: You got
a doctor's note?
Excuse me?
Your doctor needs to write...
a prescription
for your daughter...
saying that she has
special medical needs.
Yeah, well,
my wife passed away...
and Aziza's breastfed
and she's allergic to formula.
I'm sorry,
but I need a prescription.
(ZIZI FUSSING)
Right. (CHUCKLES)
Well, uh...
This is what I have.
(CHUCKLES)
Just give me seven satchels.
All right? I have more.
Please.
-So, prescription, then, huh?
-WOMAN: Yes.
-All right.
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
LATIF: What time
do y'all close today?
WOMAN: Five. And we don't
open again till next week.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
LATIF: Hi. I need
to see Talib Rashid.
You'll need
to fill this form out.
LATIF: It's an emergency.
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-WOMAN: There's a line.
Hey. Talib!
-Hey.
-WOMAN: Sir.
It's cool. We family.
It's okay.
WOMAN: Doctor,
he just skipped...
all these other patients.
TALIB: I'll handle it.
LATIF: Doctor?
I didn't know they
gave physician's assistants...
this respect.
We do. You gotta wait in line
to see us. Just like a doctor.
Well, it's about Aziza.
I'm out of Khadija's
breast milk.
I needed a...
I need a prescription.
-A prescription?
-LATIF: Yeah.
Milk bank
wants a doctor's note.
You write it up for me,
I'll get out your hair.
Faati and Qadir here with you?
-No, they're at home.
-TALIB: Mmm-hmm...
Hey. Hey there, love.
Ah, that's my princess.
Yeah. Let me see.
All right.
Can you grab my finger for me?
Grab my finger.
-She good?
-She looks good, man.
You try formula?
Nah, she can't keep it down.
TALIB: So, man,
what's going on with you?
You look like shit.
Come on, man.
I got, like, 30 minutes before
this clinic closes.
I gotta go.
I need to make sure my niece
is in good hands.
So now you give a shit?
What's that supposed to mean?
You been out there
skinny dipping in Cancun.
Missed the whole funeral.
Tara and I were
on the next flight out.
You couldn't wait one day?
Before the next sunset,
you bury the body ASAP.
I barely made it in
from Saint Louis.
If I had missed the burial,
then so be it.
TALIB: Come on.
Cut the pious shit, Latif.
I loved her too.
Yeah, we were there for her.
Where the hell were you?
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-Hey, hey, hey.
(ZIZI CRYING)
How much is your fee?
Keep your dirty money.
Just a drug dealer
in that lab coat.
(CHUCKLES)
Right, and you're out saving
the world, right, Latif?
You can see your way out.
No, no, no, no. Oh, fuck!
(ZIZI CRYING)
Fuck.
(BEEPING)
(DIAL TONE TRILLING)
MIKE'S VOICEMAIL:
Thank you for calling...
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private security firm.
(ZIZI CRYING)
(SIGHS)
(CAR APPROACHING)
(ZIZI SOBBING)
Hey.
Is Mahmoudi here?
GUARD 1: Mike?
Not here.
What about Hatty?
(GUARD 2 IN ARABIC)
No Hatty.
-(SPEAKING ARABIC)
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
(LIQUID POURING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(KNOCKS)
HATTY: You were
at my mansion, bro?
(SHUSHES)
HATTY: I saw you
on my cameras.
LATIF: It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
HATTY: Goddamn. Mashallah.
My king, you changed
your fucking mind.
Are you gonna
take out Kimchi Jesus?
Hell no.
Okay, what the fuck
are you doing here?
I've been looking for one
of your girls from last night.
(WHEEZES)
You're looking
for one of my women?
LATIF: Yeah.
You're looking
for one of my women?
LATIF: Yeah.
You fucking dog.
You got that dog in you.
(LAUGHTER)
Goddamn, Daddy Rambo
fell in love...
with one of Hatty's Hoejabis.
-LATIF: Mmm...
-Mmm-mmm...
HATTY: Here's what
we're gonna do.
You're gonna take out
the Pastor Hwan, and me?
I get you in one of my videos.
Might be the best fucking head
you ever got, bro.
What you say?
I mean, I was thinking...
we could make it
a little simpler.
I could throw you
a couple hundred dollars...
and you just let me hang out
with her for 20 minutes.
No.
You are my teacher.
We're like family, me and you.
LATIF: Yeah.
So you're just gonna take out
Hwan, and me?
I'm gonna get you the girl.
It's gonna be halal.
We'll film it. We'll call you
"The Halal Hammer."
The fuck off my car. Back up.
Thank you.
You're wasting my time.
-Okay. I'm wasting your time.
-All right.
Yo, Huntington
Woods Apartments.
I followed you home
last night.
Bro, what,
you thought you were slick?
Flying under the radar?
(METAL CLINKS)
Oh, am I getting
your tiny Taliban...
worked up for me, Daddy?
Brother Haytham, watch it.
Mmm... Did I offend you?
You're gonna take care
of the Pastor Hwan...
or I'm gonna drive up to your
shitty fucking apartment...
and I'm gonna IDF the shit
outta your kids one at a time.
Three fucking kids.
Fuck! Okay.
Fuck! Easy, easy, man.
I was playing with you.
On my mother's life,
I've never used that knife.
Don't you ever
threaten my family!
Okay. Easy, easy.
Now, why would I kill a man
tryin' to stop a pimp?
-HATTY: Okay, easy, man.
-You oughta be my target.
It's a studio,
it's a studio, it's a studio.
On my mother's life,
it's a studio.
What's the fucking difference?
Bro, I respect women.
I'm a fucking ally.
What do you want?
I'll put you
in any video you want!
Who the fuck you think I am?
It's for my daughter.
She fed her last night.
-Tell me, who is she?
-Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay, guy.
I see you, okay.
You getting somewhere, huh?
HATTY: Yes, yes,
she's one of my Mecca MILFs.
Look at us.
We're making progress.
-What's her name?
-LATIF: I don't know.
I just know she had a little
red caboose on her titty.
Fugazi.
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-Oh, shit.
Hey, hey, baby.
Hey, now.
-It's okay. It's okay.
-HATTY: Yeah. Okay.
-(ZIZI CRYING)
-HATTY: Fuck me!
(GROANS)
Oh, God!
No.
Just stop, stop, stop, stop!
Don't fucking call her!
Please, please!
Bro, bro, she's volatile!
Easy. Okay, listen.
It's Ramadan.
I got iftar
with my mom and my dad.
-Please, can you let me go?
-(DIAL TONE TRILLING)
You take me to her,
God as my witness...
I'll get you back for iftar.
Anything fucking
happens to me...
-Mike's gonna come after you.
-I'm aware.
HATTY: Okay.
FUGAZI: I told you
to delete my number, Hatty.
-Talk nice to her.
-HATTY: Okay.
-Yeah.
- FUGAZI: Hello?
Hey, Fufu.
FUGAZI: What the fuck
do you want?
I'm just calling
to make amends.
-(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
-(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(ZIZI COOING)
She chose this place, huh?
Damn strip club.
Yeah.
-I think it's weird, too.
-(CELL PHONE BUZZES)
Hey.
"Dad and baby only."
Tryin' to pull a fast one.
Bro, I fuckin' told you,
she's sus.
Yo, look...
Yo, where are you goin'?
Bro, it's hot. Come on.
Where are you goin'?
-Come back!
-(ZIZI CRYING)
Yo, I got you here.
After I feed Zizi, we're gonna
have a conversation...
about your
haram-ass activities.
I held up my end of the deal.
What about
my parents' iftar, huh?
LATIF: Your parents
ain't thinkin' about you.
They know you do porn?
Your kids
know you kill people?
Man, you think
that you're on some crusade...
protecting your people...
but the end of the day...
you're just
a dollar-store hitman...
working for my uncle.
You're the last person
I'm gonna defend myself to.
(ZIZI FUSSING)
The fuck is this?
Prayers for forgiveness.
I need my glasses, dickfuck.
(ZIZI CRYING)
Maybe you weren't
meant to be forgiven.
Bro, come the fuck back, bro!
You can't leave me like this!
Asshole.
(GRUNTS)
(RING TONE TRILLING)
-(THUDS)
-Oh, shit.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-ELDER WADE: They're lizards.
Yeah.
-(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Everything all right?
FATIHA: Yeah, we're good.
How's the fast going? Okay?
Yep. Just...
-(PLASTIC CRINKLES)
-lounging at the house.
I need y'all to drop
what you're doin'...
and get to me right now.
What... What happened?
Nothin'. I just want us
to break our fast together.
Qadir, where do you wanna eat?
Pak's. I want some goat chops.
You hear Qadir?
Yeah. Pak's goat chops.
Hey...
y'all got money for the bus?
Yeah, we'll leave now.
Did you find Zizi's milk?
LATIF: I'm on it.
Hey, I'mma let you go.
I'll talk to you shortly,
all right?
FATIHA: All right.
All right. (SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
-for my daughter.
-WOMAN: S.
-(MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: How we doing today?
Jesus loves you.
CROWD: Amen.
MAN: Amen.
Jesus loves you.
WOMAN: That's it.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
You can sit. I won't bite.
-Yeah.
-(FUGAZI CHUCKLES)
This for you.
Thank you.
-LATIF: Yeah.
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
You know,
this used to be a strip club.
The ministry's
converting it to a church.
It's beautiful, right?
Thank you for doing this.
There's more milk
in the mini fridge...
if you need it.
Here you go.
Hi, again. Hi.
How you know Hatty?
Uh...
He was my student.
You a teacher?
It's more like
a weekend school.
Wait. Like, a Muslim school?
Yeah.
You must've been
a shit teacher...
'cause he makes
some devil-ass porn.
(CHUCKLES)
All right.
You, uh...
You been in his movies, too?
-Oh, no.
-FUGAZI: Oh.
Well, he begged me
to come through last night.
And I really
needed the money...
but shit got really weird.
DISTANT CROWD: Hallelujah!
If anyone asks...
we met
at the Kroger on Hilcroft.
-Cool?
-Yeah.
FUGAZI: Okay. Okay.
Okay, there you go.
Yeah. There you go.
It's all right.
Just... (CHUCKLES)
So, you got
a side-chick filling in?
No.
It's just me.
FUGAZI: There you go.
Okay.
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
FUGAZI: There you go.
(CHORAL HUMMING PLAYING)
FUGAZI: There you go.
Khadija.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I'm sorry about your wife.
And your baby's got no mama.
Hmph...
Well, we're happy
to help out, mister.
Latif.
Latif.
My name is Hwan Yoon.
I've seen your videos.
Have you?
Thank you, Lord...
for allowing me
to be a witness to this man.
He moves in mysterious ways.
Am I right, Fugazi?
I was literally
thinking that yesterday...
when I met him at Kroger.
Kroger.
-Yesterday?
-FUGAZI: Mmm-hmm...
Well, thank you.
Thank you for bringing
that deviant Arab to us.
Handcuffed and everything.
FUGAZI: Damn.
You handcuffed him?
See, Fugazi,
not all Muslims are crooked.
(CHUCKLES)
(PASTOR HWAN LAUGHS)
I'm glad you saw
it was a joke. (CHUCKLES)
You know, Sister Fugazi
joined our movement.
Yeah, a few weeks ago...
when we liberated
this strip club.
(INHALES) That's when
that Arab got nervous.
You know what he did?
He hired someone to kill me.
Because he knows...
our next cleansing
is his mansion...
and we will liberate
the poor women stuck inside.
God willing.
-Amen.
-PASTOR HWAN: Amen.
-FUGAZI: Okay.
-You can say inshallah ...
to that, if you like.
FUGAZI: Come on.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
All right. All right.
Well, we're gonna
bring him in, so...
can I have your keys, please?
I can burp her now.
-Oh. Yeah.
-Thank you.
First, the keys.
FUGAZI: Okay. Okay.
(TAPPING)
(FUGAZI HUMMING)
Army?
No.
Marines.
I just sell oils and perfumes.
I guess you just
seem principled.
You fastin'?
Yeah, you got that stinky
Ramadan breath.
(FUGAZI CHUCKLES)
How many men outside?
I'm just here
getting milk for my baby.
Bullshit.
You brought Hatty here
to bait me, right?
No.
I'm just teaching him
a lesson.
We're teachers, too.
We discipline real well here.
Not like me.
(BURPS)
-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)
-(FUGAZI EXCLAIMING)
-(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(CLINKING)
Give me my daughter.
-(HISSING)
-(LATIF GROANS)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
(PANTING)
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
LATIF: Zizi...
PASTOR HWAN: You
fucking idiot!
(GROWLING)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
-(STRAINS)
-(GRUNTS)
-MAN 1: Pastor Hwan, come on!
-MAN 2: Come on!
-Open the door!
-(THUDDING)
MAN 1: Is everything
all right?
Come on!
MAN 2: Pastor Hwan!
Come on, man! Open the door!
(CLINKING)
(THUDS)
The fuck? (EXCLAIMS)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)
(THUDS)
(WORSHIP MUSIC PLAYING)
(WORSHIP MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ZIZI CRYING)
-(THUDS)
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
LATIF: Fuck!
(CRACKLING)
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
-(CLATTERS)
MAN 1: You all right, man?
MAN 2: Man,
are you all right?
MAN 2: Get up!
(MAN GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
-(GUNSHOTS)
-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(LATIF EXCLAIMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
Don't shoot!
(SCRAPING)
(THUDS)
There's a baby here!
There is a fucking baby here!
Give me my daughter.
But she's not safe with you.
(THUDDING ON DOOR)
You'd hurt a woman?
(PANTING)
(GLASS SHARDS CLINKING)
MAN: Open the door!
-Open the door!
-(ZIZI CRYING)
MAN: Bullshit right here.
PASTOR HWAN: Where
did Hatty go?
MAN: I don't know, sir.
He's missing.
PASTOR HWAN: Well,
fucking find him!
MAN: What you doin'
with that carpet, man?
MAN 2: He got that rug.
That's a prayer rug.
MAN 3: Yo, how much does...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
PASTOR HWAN: Go find
the motherfucker!
-What the fuck?
-(CLAMORING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I got you.
HATTY: What are
you doing here?
-What are you doing here?
-HATTY: What the fuck
-are you doing?
-Get down! Get down!
Give me...
fucking hold... I broke...
Shut the... Get down!
Where's my fucking phone?
Where's my fucking phone?
(PANTING)
LATIF: Quiet, quiet.
Quiet, man.
-(PANTING)
-(ZIZI WHINING)
-It's okay, baby. It's okay.
-Okay.
(HUMMING)
(ZIZI COOING)
(LATIF HUMMING)
(ZIZI STOPS COOING)
LATIF: Brother Haytham,
we gonna be okay.
I'm...
I'm sorry I broke your car.
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
HATTY: Sorry.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You got scissors? Scissors.
Scissors. Bro. Scissor.
(ZIZI COOING)
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
You got a phone?
This Gandhi-ass looking bitch.
Oh, damn.
(THUDS)
-(ZIZI FUSSING)
-(LOW MUSIC PLAYING)
-Baba.
-LATIF: Hey.
Are you kidding me?
You brought your kids here?
I promised them goat chops.
Oh. Goat chops. Dad
of the fucking year right...
Hey. Where you goin'?
I'm just... I'm askin'
for the phone. Relax.
What? It's a telephone.
A telephone. Relax.
Come on, come on, come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.
Hwan's found me. He's fucking
trying to kill me.
You bring everyone,
you come to me.
Hey, hey.
-We fuck him the fuck...
-LATIF: Hey, hey, hey.
-Hey, Mike, Mike.
- MIKE: Where are you?
Mike?
MIKE: What the hell happened?
Is Hatty hurt?
Everything's okay. We're safe.
MIKE: What's goin' on?
Why don't you
come on down to Pak's?
MIKE: We're coming now.
-Roll through?
- MIKE: Watch out for him.
Yeah, I'm not gonna let
nothin' happen to him.
You have my word.
MIKE: That fuckin'
Korean's a psycho.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
Mike is on his way.
You run away
from a crime scene?
No, I don't
run away from shit.
Your daddy kidnapped me.
LATIF: He was
my student at the Dar.
Your daddy
doesn't remember me.
Oh, I do.
I remember you very well.
You used to pretend
to be a convert.
You had
a whole elaborate story...
about leaving
your Jewish family.
Yeah.
Yeah, well,
that's the cheat code.
"Cheat code."
Look, these Muslims...
they're gonna be extra nice
to the converts...
'cause they're afraid
they're gonna leave the faith.
And that's the Muzzie way.
-You two should try that shit.
-QADIR: Too late.
Faati's already a Kafir.
Shut up, Qadir.
What'd I tell you about
using that word, man?
HATTY: Hoo-wee!
QADIR: I'm just
stating the facts.
HATTY: You're good, bro.
It's a safe space.
Hey.
Join the club.
So, you're no longer a Muslim?
HATTY: I'm teetering.
I'm in my "but" phase.
-(LATIF SCOFFS)
-So, you like butts that much?
HATTY: Yes, I do.
Why wouldn't I?
I'm a butt-ass connoisseur.
That's what I am.
-QADIR: I do...
-Hey. He's 10.
Stop it.
I'm talking about
the Islamic creed.
Did your booty-hating Daddy
teach you that?
(IN DEEP VOICE) "No God
but God."
HATTY: "No God but God."
Correct.
I was on team "No God."
And right now...
I'm on team...
"But."
-What's bringing you back?
-HATTY: I don't know.
You spend enough time
in that "No God" zone...
and shit starts getting
a little dark...
and you start thinking
that there's...
gotta be something else.
-So now you're a butt man.
-HATTY: Yes, I am.
LATIF: Qadir.
-Stop with the butts.
-Yeah, I'm a big-ass butt man.
FATIHA: You think you're
ever gonna get back...
to God?
HATTY: I was close.
And you get
these hypocrites...
that come at you
and they're...
just trying to fix you.
And they're fake,
these Muslims.
With their affectations...
their deep-ass voices.
And their little prayer books
of forgiveness.
Then they make you
wanna swim...
deep, deep, deep into
that fucking "No God" water.
You trust me about that.
Oh, that's why you're
hangin' out with my dad.
He's trying to convince you
to come back.
He is killing me.
(FATIHA LAUGHS)
Hey, hey. Hey.
Come on.
Let's go. We need to go.
Faati, Qadir.
-(ZIZI COOING)
-LATIF: Come on.
Get your stuff.
We gotta go. Now.
-(THUDS)
-(CLATTERS)
PASTOR HWAN: Sorry, kids.
Your daddy
forgot his breast milk.
(SOFTLY) You desecrated
my church.
Don't do anything stupid
in front of your kids.
I'm coming for you.
(IN NORMAL VOICE) Come on,
Hatty, let's go.
Get up.
-(CUTLERY CLATTERS)
-(TABLE SCRAPING)
He touches me, I'm gonna
make a scene right here.
Yeah, you're
gonna make a scene?
You think these people
give a shit about you?
Tell 'em what you do
for a living, come on.
-Come on.
-MAN: Get the fuck up.
Okay, I don't think
he wants to go.
He's just shy. He's just shy.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that your dad...
is one of these hypocrites.
HATTY: Okay. I'm good, man.
MAN: Come on.
I'm walking, okay? I'm good.
Fucking hands off me.
(SOFTLY) Baba,
you gonna do anything?
-WAITER: Goat chops.
-We need a to-go box for that.
Call a cab. Call a cab.
They don't take cash any more.
(SIGHS)
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Turn that phone off.
(CLICKS)
We're not being followed.
(ZIZI COOING)
Faati...
you know why your mom
chose the name Khadija?
I thought you gave it to her.
ABDUL: Nah. I proposed it,
she chose it.
It's the name
of the Prophet's wife.
-The kids know that, Sheikh.
-ABDUL: Yeah...
but you know
there's more to the story.
Rasul would retreat
to the mountain.
In one of his meditations...
the angel Gabriel...
came to him...
pressin' on his chest...
tellin' him to read...
in the name of your lord...
who created you.
The Prophet was terrified.
And he ran back
to the arms of his wife...
and he said, "Cover me,
cover me. I fear for my life."
(SCOFFS) He thought
he'd gone mad.
His wife...
Khadija...
replied with certainty.
"God would never
humiliate him...
"because he beared
the burden of others...
"and took care of his family."
So, Mama liked that Khadija
stood by her man.
Is that the lesson?
(ABDUL CHUCKLES)
One could also look at it
another way.
That when all the town
called him crazy...
a disruptor, rebel...
that Khadija...
trusted her heart...
because she saw
something deeper...
more merciful...
in this man than anyone else.
Her belief in him...
cost her everything.
Did it all...
smiling...
with her broken teeth.
(ENGINE REVS)
ABDUL: Dana rallied
the sisters.
Got you some milk for Zizi.
It's in a cooler
at the mosque.
You hear me?
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
Thank you, Sheikh.
Hey, y'all pack up.
We're gonna go
on a little vacation.
FATIHA: Uh, what?
LATIF: Gonna go to Mexico.
(DISTANT CHATTER)
MIKE: He's in that complex.
Come on.
(MAN 1 IN ARABIC)
(MAN 2 IN ARABIC)
Faati, Qadir.
-Huh?
-LATIF: Let's go.
We gotta get on the road.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
-Right now?
-LATIF: Right now. Let's go.
FATIHA: Are we coming back?
Of course, we are.
FATIHA: Well, can I say bye
to Elder Wade?
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
(MAN 2 IN ARABIC)
How about we all say bye?
Come on.
What?
Hey.
Would y'all like a Topo Chico?
Yes.
LATIF: Our AC went out.
I just didn't want
Zizi burning up.
ELDER WADE: The maintenance
in this building is awful.
My room is empty.
LATIF: Thank you.
That's mighty kind of you.
Yeah. Why don't you take Zizi
there on back to cool off.
We'll be gone in a minute.
-(SWING SQUEAKS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
Elder Wade.
Yes?
You mind if I join you today?
Of course.
-Yeah?
-ELDER WADE: Yeah.
(CHUCKLING) All right.
Thank you.
How y'all brothers doing?
ELDER WADE: (SINGING)
Grief has o ften crossed me
On my way
Who pled
So kindly for relief
That I could never
Answer nay
But there was something
In his eyes
That won my love
I knew not why
(SLASHING)
You gonna tell me
what's really going on?
Hmm... Your mama said
you was crushing on that boy.
FATIHA: That's not true.
Your mama lying, then?
Tell me something.
He ever touch you?
What? No.
Good, 'cause I'd have to cut
off his little Joseph Smith.
-Baba. Please.
-LATIF: Hmm... I'm...
Now, I'm cool with a nikah
if he down to convert.
I got some reading material.
FATIHA: Can we please
change the subject?
I mean, he's always trying
to hand out these pamphlets.
I figured you might as well
return the favor.
(ZIZI FUSSES)
-Where's Zizi's milk?
-(ZIZI CRYING)
FATIHA: Oh, I...
I put it in the freezer
in our apartment.
-(GROANS)
-FATIHA: I'm sorry.
I mean,
I can go get it if you want.
No, I got it.
FATIHA: It's comin'.
You just going to get milk...
right?
Stay here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CREAKS SOFTLY)
(KEYS JINGLE)
(CREAKS)
(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)
(CLACKS)
(GUN COCKS)
Latif.
(THUDS)
MIKE: Salaam alaikum,
brother.
(IN ARABIC)
- Mashallah.
-(GROANS)
-(SMACKS)
-(THUDS)
You gave up my nephew.
-We got ambushed, Mike.
-(MIKE SHUSHES)
Don't... Don't bullshit me.
There better
be diamonds in here.
Fuck is this?
(IN ARABIC)
-(EXCLAIMS)
-(GRUNTS)
(MAN EXCLAIMS)
(MIKE IN ARABIC)
-(SMACKS)
-(GROANS)
(MAN STRUGGLING)
(LATIF GRUNTING)
not to go back there.
LATIF: One more step
and I'll kill him!
(IN ARABIC)
don't have much time, Mike.
You gotta get him a doctor.
And you gotta
get to the mansion.
That's where Hwan's headed.
We're ready for him.
Don't underestimate him.
The fuck, Latif.
Whose side are you on?
(MAN PRAYING IN ARABIC)
I'll do you a favor.
I'll bring your friend,
just give me the milk.
-That's the deal.
-(MAN WHINES)
MIKE: Take it.
Oh, shit!
You didn't have to do that.
Does it hurt...
-watching the milk spill?
-Stop it!
What happened, brother?
We were two peas
in a pod, man.
(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
We were supposed to...
We were supposed to go on this
righteous crusade together!
(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
to hunt ISIS, you fuck.
(MAN IN ARABIC)
of my friend, Latif.
LATIF: All right.
Just give me the milk.
Just give me the fucking milk.
Fine.
Come and get it.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN GROANING)
You better get to the mansion.
MAN: Mike. Mike. Mike.
Mike.
Mike.
(MAN EXCLAIMS, SOBS)
(GRUNTS)
(SHOUTS IN ARABIC)
(GUNSHOTS)
-(GUN CLICKS)
-(THUDS)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(WHINES)
-(MIKE SPEAKING ARABIC)
-(MAN CRIES)
(MIKE SPEAKING ARABIC)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)
-(THUDS)
-(CLANGS, CLATTERS)
(GROANS)
-LATIF: Faati.
-(FATIHA GASPS)
-(GUNSHOTS)
-(GASPING)
Get in the closet.
Get in the closet!
Go, go, go.
Come on. Get in the closet.
Stay in there.
(CLACKS)
-(SLASHES)
-(CLATTERS)
(GROANS)
(MUFFLED GASPS)
(MIKE GROANS)
Mike.
Oh, shit.
(PANTING)
Say it now. Come on.
(IN ARABIC)
(REPEATS IN ARABIC)
(MUMBLES)
(DOOR THUDS)
(MIKE CONTINUES MUMBLING)
(MAN PANTING)
(CLATTERS)
-(GROANS)
-(THUDS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(CHOKES)
(MUFFLED WHINE)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
-(CLICKS)
-(FATIHA WHIMPERS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CLICKS, THUDS)
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Everything okay?
I heard gunshots.
LATIF: Ah, you know
the neighborhood.
Elder Wade,
we really appreciate...
everything you've done for us.
I was really moved
by the Bible study.
That verse from Mosiah 2:17
about love and services...
really powerful.
ELDER WADE: Glad I moved you.
-All right. Hmm...
-(ZIZI COOING)
(ZIZI CRIES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
-(ZIZI WHINING)
-FATIHA: Okay. Okay.
-LATIF: Wow.
-(SEAT WHIRRING)
(ZIZI CRYING)
(MILK TRICKLING)
Still smells like your mama.
(ZIZI FUSSING)
(SIGHS)
We'll have to stop
by Sheikh's house.
I thought we were going
to Mexico.
Those idiots ruined the milk.
We don't have enough
to get across.
How are you doing this?
How am I doing what?
Acting like
nothing just happened.
(KEYS JINGLE)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey.
FATIHA: Who's blocking
the gate?
Baba, who is that?
Just go. We're good.
-LATIF: You sure?
-Yes. Just let them sleep.
All right.
(RUSTLING)
(THUDS)
MAN: Call the ambulance!
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
They were here for you.
You see all this?
They were here for you!
I'm coming for you.
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
DANA: Get back to your kids.
Keep 'em out of this mess.
(LOUD WHOOSHING)
FATIHA: Did someone get hurt?
(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)
QADIR: What happened?
Those ambulances are heading
towards the mosque.
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(CAR WHOOSHES)
(SIRENS FADE)
QADIR: Isn't it fajr time?
We should be praying.
We'll pray later.
QADIR: (SCOFFS) What?
We're not stopping for prayer.
QADIR: Prayer
don't work like that.
They're appointed times.
That's what Mama told us.
Feel free
to pray in the car, Qadir.
QADIR: But I thought
we're not allowed
to sit and pray
unless we're sick.
I mean, the whole world
is a mosque.
Like...
this corner...
this ditch.
Even that sus motel
right there...
The whole world
is a mosque, right?
(TIRES SCREECH)
Go on out there.
Go on out there and pray.
See if anyone gives a shit
what you got to say.
Go on, Qadir.
Get out the car.
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(SNIFFLES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(QADIR SOBBING)
(FATIHA GRUNTS)
FATIHA: Hey, hey.
Yeah. Can I give you a hug?
(DOG BARKING)
What are we doing here?
Change of plans.
You're going
to your auntie and uncle's.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY)
Sorry, I can't
whip something up.
I gotta prep
for Aiden's birthday party.
Qadir, Faati...
want something to drink?
We're fasting.
That's so brave of you.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
So, where you
runnin' off to this time?
Uzbekistan?
Afghanistan?
Hell.
Listen...
if I don't make it back,
you got 'em, right?
No, no, no, Latif,
I don't wanna hear that.
I don't wanna hear that shit.
The kids go to public school.
-I put up a Christmas tree.
-I don't give a shit.
I just know they'd be safe
with you, that's all.
No, cut that bullshit, man.
Tell me what's going on!
Are we in trouble?
LATIF: I am.
They came for me
at the mosque.
I just know
if I handle this...
won't nobody else get hurt.
Especially my kids.
Please.
-(ZIZI COOING)
-Ooh.
LATIF: Be ready
when I get back.
(ZIZI COOS)
That's when
we leave for Mexico.
-We're gonna leave for Mexico.
-FATIHA: Where are you going?
I made a mess.
I gotta clean it up first.
Qadir.
I can get Qadir
if you want me to.
Nah, it's fine.
Come here.
MAN: Yeah, right back there.
WOMAN 1: All right.
MAN: Ready?
WOMAN 2: Here we go.
Do your thing, Baba.
WOMAN 1: I know.
TARA: Hey, y'all!
MAN: Hey!
WOMAN 2: Happy birthday!
LATIF: Now,
I want you to chill out
-on that stuffy porn.
-(WHEEZES)
What?
LATIF: Hello Kitty
and doggy style
don't go together.
FATIHA: What?
(LAUGHING)
(LATIF LAUGHS)
Okay.
(BOTH LAUGH)
LATIF: Not as square
as you think.
Baba, what? (LAUGHS)
LATIF: You know, you got all
the best parts of your mama.
You don't have to go.
(EXHALES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLICKS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SQUEAKS)
(ZIPPER OPENING)
(SCRAPES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(FOLLOWERS SINGING
IN DISTANCE)
PASTOR HWAN: (SINGING)
Calling your light
Calling your light
FOLLOWERS: Calling your light
Calling your light
PASTOR HWAN: Desolate land
Deep need for a hand
ALL: Calling your light
-Calling your light
-FOLLOWER: In Jesus' name!
Then you called my name
Reached your hand
Showered me
With your light
Shining bright
Salvation
Freed by Your grace
Lifted when you called
My name
Salvation
Now I'm alive
Rising, I fly
(ALL VOCALIZING)
-(ALL EXCLAIM)
-(GUNS COCK)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
QADIR: What you doin'?
I found this in Uncle's study.
Out of all the books.
FATIHA: Shut up, Qadir.
I'm just trying
to get my mind off of things.
I know
you're grieving your imam.
My men went too far.
He fought bravely, I'm told.
I'm sorry he's dead.
QADIR: Read it aloud.
FATIHA: What?
I'd rather hear your voice
than that weird-ass
clown outside.
FATIHA: "A man came
to the Prophet and asked...
"'Who deserves
the best of me?'"
What'd he say?
"Your mother."
PASTOR HWAN:
It was His will...
that led us to victory.
ALL: Amen!
His will...
that kept us safe.
FATIHA: It goes on.
The man asked...
"'Who is next?'
"And the Prophet replied,
'Your mother.'"
QADIR: Makes sense.
Then who?
PASTOR HWAN: Even you.
Even you...
were a part of His plan.
"The Prophet then replied...
"'Your mother.'"
Three times?
Yeah.
"The man asked again...
"'Who is next?'"
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
FATIHA: "And the prophet
replied...
"'And then your father.'"
As Jesus forgave me...
I forgive you.
Accept that grace.
Walk away.
This man is free to go.
-MAN 1: Hallelujah.
-(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
MAN 1: Hallelujah!
Unless you'd like to...
share a little about Ramadan,
what it means to be Muslim...
in these polarizing times.
So you kept him alive?
Hatty.
He hasn't confessed.
Still swears
this is just a porn studio.
Maybe he needs
more discipline.
Can I try?
Yeah.
Please.
QADIR: Damn.
Baba's cooked.
Why you say that?
Because the Prophet gave more
respect to Mama than Baba?
QADIR: Nah.
Baba was
trying to fill shoes...
that were
three times his size.
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
I wish I gave him
a hug before he left.
(BREATH TREMBLING)
What you doin'?
Faati?
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)
-(THUDS)
PASTOR HWAN: Stop him!
(THUDS)
(LATIF GRUNTS)
(SMACKS)
(PASTOR HWAN GROANS)
Back the fuck up
or I'll kill him.
MAN 1: Don't shoot him!
MAN 2: Stay back!
-Back up.
-Stay back!
MAN 3: Stand down!
Stand down!
MAN 4: We got him!
-MAN 5: Tie him up!
-You showed mercy to him?
Fucking idiot.
LATIF: Please stop all this.
It's over.
-(FOLLOWERS EXCLAIMING)
-(PASTOR HWAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(GROANS)
-(GRUNTING)
-(GUNSHOTS)
Up, up, up.
(WHIMPERING)
Back up.
I'm all right. Get him off me!
(SCREAMS)
(GROANING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(GUNFIRE)
(YELLS)
No! (SCREAMS)
-MAN 6: Oh, shit!
-(PASTOR HWAN STRAINS)
(THUDDING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(LATIF YELLS)
(SLASHING)
(CLANGING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(YELLING)
(LATIF GROANING)
(BLADE CLANGS)
-(PANTING)
-(LATIF GROANING)
(GROANING)
(WHEEZING)
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. You can go.
(LATIF WHEEZING)
It's okay.
-(BONES CRACKING)
-(PASTOR HWAN SHUSHES)
PASTOR HWAN: It's okay.
(LATIF MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY)
(PANTING STOPS)
Can I get an amen?
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
PASTOR HWAN: His will!
FOLLOWERS: His will!
-His will!
-FOLLOWERS: His will!
PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear
an amen!
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear
an amen!
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
PASTOR HWAN: Let me hear
an amen!
FOLLOWERS: Amen!
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
FATIHA: (SOFTLY) God, please.
(SNIFFLES) Bring baba home.
Please. (SNIFFLES)
Please.
(GASPS LOUDLY)
(PANTING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
MAN 1: Jesus Christ.
MAN 2: (WHISPERS)
That's impossible.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SOFTLY) What the fuck?
-(GUN CLATTERS)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(PASTOR HWAN PANTING)
(SOFTLY) What you got on?
What you got on?
(IN NORMAL VOICE) What you
got on? What you got on?
What you got on?
What you got on?
(SHOUTING) What you got on?
What you got on?
What you got on?
(PANTING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BREATHING WEARILY)
PASTOR HWAN: Let him go.
(LATIF CONTINUES
BREATHING WEARILY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Who's praying for you?
My daughter.
(LATIF CONTINUES
BREATHING HEAVILY)
Fatiha.
(GROANS)
(SIGHING)
(GROANING)
-(HATTY GRUNTS)
-(CAR HONKS)
(CAR HONKS)
HATTY: Okay.
HATTY: This doesn't
make any sense.
How are we alive right now?
And why the fuck
did you save me?
I didn't.
It wasn't in my hands.
(FATIHA WHINES)
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
I'm here.
(SOBBING)
LATIF: I'm here.
I'm here. I'm here.
(FATIHA CRYING)
I'm here.
FATIHA: Why did you leave me?
Why?
So I could find my way
back to you.
(SOMBER CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(FATIHA CONTINUES SOBBING)
LATIF: I could never
fill her shoes.
Help me now, Lord...
learn to fill my own.
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHORAL MUSIC CRESCENDOES)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(NOW I'M LISTENING BY SON LUX
& BILAL PLAYING)
(WOMAN VOCALIZING)
MAN: Take me down
To the water's edge
Run myself and every ghost
In my head
'Cause now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
Pull me out
Don't you leave my side
I've got no chance without
What's burning realized
(VOCALIZING)
Now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
I need you
Now and always, dear
There's no undoing
What you cannot forgive
But now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
(CHORUS VOCALIZING)
MAN: There's no undoing
What you cannot forgive
But now I'm listening
Now I'm listening
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES)