Crossing Over

Let's go, let's go.

Ready for them?

Rosie, open up.

Vamos. Afuera. Vamos.

Okay, let's go.

- Just give me five. - What?

What do you want me to do?

Look, it's not my problem.

All I'm asking, Stevens ...

is did the old man get seen to?

He was sweating and shaking when I put him on the bus.

He said his arm felt numb.

Jesus Christ, Brogan.

Everything is a humanitarian crisis with you.

You signed off on more orders of recognizance ...

than the rest of your unit combined.

Don't give me that shit.

The man's about to have a goddamn heart attack.

I want him seen to.

Here he is.

Your guy was given a clean bill of health by Doc Sturgess.

He bused out three hours ago. You happy now?

Yeah, I'm happy now.

Hey, Max, you're coming on Wednesday, right?

For my dad's nationalization party?

Max, it's an important thing in my culture ...

to make my father proud.

You know they've been wanting to meet you.

I give you my word, they're not as scary ...

as I made them out to be, okay?

You better do it before they blow the lunch whistle.

All right, let's go, compadres. Let's do it.

Get down!

- Over there. - I got it. Sorry.

What you waiting for, Brogan?

A marriage proposal?

Come on.

Hey, hey! Gene.

I got her. Thanks.

No, no, no.

No es posible.

Muy bonita. You get her number?

I smell an O.R.

Yeah, he's always giving the pretty ones a pass ...

sometimes even the not-so-pretty ones.

- Oh! - Okay?

Now knock it the fuck off.

Okay, everybody say, "Thank you, Mr. Kossef ...

for singing that beautiful song. "

Thank you, Mr. Kossef.

You know, that was actually a pretty tough crowd.

Yeah.

Well, was I shit?

No, actually.

No, and for somebody who just learned the song last night ...

- I thought you did a very good job. - Oh, good.

'Cause I had absolutely no idea ...

- what I was singing about. - Yeah.

- Oh, you could tell? - Yeah, and also ...

please don't take this the wrong way ...

but what kind of Jew gets hired at a Jewish day school ...

who doesn't speak any Hebrew ...

or even really, like, know the first thing about Judaism?

Well, I guess, the atheist kind.

Excuse me?

No, I'm sorry.

It's just — I just needed a job.

And it was actually my manager's mom ...

- is the principal of the school. - Ah.

- You didn't completely suck. - Oh, thank you.

I do not want you to say a word about this to anyone.

I mean anyone.

It could be very serious trouble for the school ...

- And for me. - No, I'm not gonna say anything.

I want you to know ...

I am only doing this because of my son ...

because he says to me, "Mom, Gavin is going to be an important musician. "

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Otherwise, I wouldn't do anything like this.

Well, thank you. Thank you, Rachel.

Honestly, I can't thank you enough.

She'll be right along, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh.

Mmm. Mmm.

Hold on just a second.

Would you like to draw?

Here you go, honey.

I have something else for you this week, too.

Your teacher, Madame Ntende ...

sent this to me in the mail.

She said that you lost it right before you left ...

and that you were really sad.

And she found it a few weeks ago.

Honey, it's gonna be a little while longer ...

and we are working very hard to find you a good mommy.

She won't ever replace your real mommy ...

but she will love you.

And I promise that she'll never leave you.

The men involved in this terrorist attack ...

have been vilified, demonized, and condemned ...

by the Western world.

But we never want to talk about the 9/11 Jihadists as real people.

The media and our leaders are quick to label them ...

as terrorists and monsters and murderers.

But shouldn't we try to understand them as human beings?

Fuck, no.

Everybody calls them cowards ...

for murdering helpless passengers ...

and causing the deaths of thousands of innocent lives.

- What would you call them? - Hey.

It's the truth.

But cowards do not knowingly sacrifice themselves ...

for a greater cause.

- I don't agree at all. - The cause is to kill us?

You may not agree with their cause —

I don't understand why she's up there.

But I do not believe their actions ...

were either cowardly or irrational.

You know you don't want to hear this shit, Ms. B.

She's talking.

I feel that, like the oppressed Palestinian people ...

or the Iraqi citizens ...

under occupation in their own homeland ...

that they found themselves without a voice.

Hey.

And that the only way for them to be heard ...

is to scream with the might of tons of steel ...

and thunderous jet engines behind them upon impact.

Okay, okay.

Their voices were heard.

You may not like what they had to say ...

or how they got their message across ...

but for the first time, we heard it.

We gotta listen to this shit?

- What we heard was a cry for justice. - Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Okay, okay. Yes, thank you.

Hey, Ms. B., thank you.

I am — I am not sure ...

that that was the point of the assignment, Taslima ...

but, uh, yes, it was certainly thought-provoking.

- Bullshit. - Yeah, bullshit.

You can sit down now.

College is hungry for her.

Fucking traitor.

Cry-baby.

Why don't you get the fuck out of our country ...

and go back to camel-humping Saudi Arabia ...

- where the fuck you camel-humpers live. - Brian. Brian.

I know you're upset ...

but I'm not going to condone an outburst like that.

Yo, what's your name? Taslima bin Laden?

Hey, yo, I just got one question, Ms. B.

Did you frisk her? What if the bitch ...

be strapped with dynamite or TNT or something?

She going to get a grenade!

- Yo, take us all out. - Boom!

Marcus!

Sure, I'm up for that.

Oh, shit, it's my brother.

Hey.

I thought I told you not to come.

Javier's giving me a ride home.

It's on my way.

I just need five minutes to finish up.

I'm in the middle of an order.

Look at you. Cover yourself up.

Just go.

I'll meet you in the car.

Please.

- Um, Heavy-eye? - Javier.

Hi, I'm Claire. We spoke on the phone, remember?

Right. Yeah.

Okay.

Is that okay?

Yeah, it's good. Come back on Friday.

Friday. Is that the soonest?

Yeah.

Okay. See you Friday. Okay.

He's lying. I did it last night.

Oh, mama's boy taking out garbage.

Who made you the bitch of the family?

- You got no sister to do your grunt work? - We take turn.

You gotta keep that shit under control, motherfucker.

Tomo. Let's hit it.

Where to?

Damn.

Oh, shit, I got this little Glock, homie.

Okay, check it out. Wan's uncle's into him for 50 large.

Pays out on Saturdays, gets the cash in the store ...

Friday night right before closing.

We're gonna roll by and scope it out.

Yeah, you the bitch.

Give Yong the Ruger. Sweet gat, yo.

Tell me this don't make your little chachi hard.

- Pussy. - Yong, you're gonna pop your cherry, fool.

- That's right. - You up for that, Yong?

Better be, homie.

By sunbathing, crocodiles accelerate ...

the chemical reactions in their bodies.