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Previously, on The Border.

- No girl should have to hide
her head under a scarf.

- Some girls
prefer the hijab.

- Did you wear one?
- Please. I was deep into grunge.

- Need I remind you of what
Mannering is capable?

- You ask me, your stomach's
a little too delicate for this kind of work.

- But if I quit, who's going
to keep bastards like you from running away with the country?

- Dr. Corman recommends that you
see somebody 3 times a week.

I'm taking you out of
the field, desk duty only.

- Sergeant Romano and Corporal
Hoban had been meeting with tribal elders

in the village of Makuan,
west of Kandahar,

when HIH gunmen forced
them into a car.

It's the first time
Canadian troops have been taken hostage in the region...

- Poor kids. Looks like
they're holding up.

- Showtime, folks! Our suspect
is arriving at customs.

- Passports, please.
- Here you go.

That's a pretty good fake.

Rajab Khan.

That's the guy whose
call was intercepted.

- Could you reveal
your face, please?

- Uh... my wife's cover
is for religious reasons.

- Sorry, sir. I need to check
her face against her passport ID

Thank you. Could you open
the trunk for me please, sir?

Why? Is there something wrong?

- It's just a spot check sir,
could you open the trunk, please?

- Doesn't the GPS on the cell
phone give us what we need?

- Yeah, but we can't
risk him tossing it.

Thank you.

Welcome to Canada.
Enjoy your stay. - Thank you. Thank you.

- The target's approaching
Toronto eastbound

- on the Queen E.
- We'll let them arrive,

settle in and see who else they
bring out of the woodwork.

- We can't wait too long.
The call CSE intercepted referred to an imminent event.

- I so enjoyed the last
4 imminent events.

- [Knocking at the door]
- Come in.

- I was wondering, sir.
I've been on desk duty almost a month...

- I'm well aware
of that, Sergeant.

- This operation might need
a translator in the field.

- I'm sure we can manage.
- Knock, knock!

- Can we help you?
- We intercepted another call from our suspects.

It's in Pashto, I think.
It's transcribed syllabically.

Layla?

- "Country by country,
the West is learning

that it too must bear
the weight of suffering.

Now it is Canada's turn."

Moose. Do you see anything?

- Negative. There's been
no movement since the suspect got here.

- What does CSIS know
about the house?

- It's owned by a
numbered company

registered to a
Mohammed Khan.

- The John Smith of
the Muslim world.

- It's been on our radar
thanks to regular visits

by Jamal Tahir.

He runs a website for
weekend jihadists.

- Who's inside?
- As far as we can tell,

there's the mystery family,
Jamal Tahir, and 2 other men.

I'd like you to
make the arrests.

No Horsemen?

- The RCMP are bound by
the Charter of Rights and Freedoms to provide lawyers.

You're not.

- So you need Immigration
and Customs

to do an end run
around the Charter.

- As you are well aware,
CSIS has no powers of arrest.

For that, we depend
on our sister agencies.

- In your own special way, I
think you just said 'please'.

No movement.

All good.

Go!

- Jamal Tahir! Hands
on your heads! Now!

- Face-down on the floor!

On the floor!

- On the floor!
Get down! Get down!

Don't be stupid.

As of now, you haven't committed
any crime we know about.

- Then why the police?
- I'm not police, I'm ICS.

- I'm not an immigrant.
I'm a Canadian citizen. I was born two blocks from here.

- There you go. You got
everything to live for. - Right.

- I don't know where you got
your training, but you're not

- holding that gun properly.
- Shut up.

- When the slide goes back,
it's going to break your thumb. - Shut up!

- It looks so easy
in the movies.

You idiot.

- It was textbook!
They'll pull out the bullet, he'll be good as new.

- He's no good to me in surgery!
You might just as well have killed the bastard.

Good shot.

Escort the other
prisoners back to ICS.

Mannering wants to
interrogate them. - Mannering!

- Whatever it takes to prevent
a terrorist attack...

[Baby crying]

Well... hello, again.

Uh boss, can I see you a minute?

- Wait here.
I'll be right back...

Ya.

- You brought a
baby in here?

What would you suggest?

We put it into the cells
with its mother to be interrogated by Mannering?

- It? His passport said he was
male. And am I to understand

that now CSIS has started
interrogating prisoners at ICS?

- The target and 2
known jihadists. There's a fourth man in hospital.

- And Lady Madonna over there.
- Mannering doesn't think

a burqa-clad nursing mother's
likely to know much of value.

- Well she's got ears under
there like the rest of us.

She could have
overheard their plans.

- Move her into the
interrogation room, and make some provisions for the child.

- Woah woah... exactly what
provision did you have in mind?

Children's Aid?

- If these people are
terrorists, we'd be putting social workers in jeopardy.

- What about that shelter for
unaccompanied minors coming into the country illegally?

- It's not set up for infants.
And by the way, have you been in that place? It's a prison.

I wouldn't send
a stray cat there.

- We'll keep the baby here.
Use it for leverage in the interrogation.

- You'd use an infant to
pressure his nursing mother?

- If I have to.
- And that makes us different from Mannering, how?

- The call CSE intercepted
referred to an imminent event.

In the past few years,
the U.S., England, Scotland,

Spain, and Australia have all
suffered major terrorist attacks. Canada is overdue.

- Excuse me, ma'am...
I'm Superintendent Norton

and I'll be looking after
your son for awhile.

We just need to ask
you a few questions.

Please don't make this
harder than it has to be.

Come on... ooh...
come on sweetie.

So... his passport says
that his name is Mazur,

but I'm guessing that's false.

It might comfort him
to hear his real name.

Right then. Mazur it is.

Come on. Ooh.

There we go.

Come on.

This way, please.

It's all right, it's okay.

[Arab language]

[Arab language]

[Arab language]

Sit down, please.

Look, I want to help you.

But you at least have
to tell me your name.

I have to take your photograph
for identification purposes.

I'll need you to remove
the niqab, and the hijab.

- There's no reason for
you to hide your face from another woman.

Not unless you're
hiding your identity.

- There's no man watching you.
I give you my word.

You leave me no choice.

- Hey, guys. We're picking up
feed on the Canadian hostages.

- Corporal Hoban and I were
arrested for the crime of

spying on Afghan citizens,

which we confess to
of our own free will.

- Oh yeah, right.
- We apologize, and urge Canada

to immediately withdraw all of
its troops from Afghanistan.

What's that?

Her mother's deaf.

That's sign for 'I love you.'

Please, come in.

- You can replace the hijab
once I've taken the photo.

- Identification photos
must reveal the ears.

- Jamal Tahir's blog takes
itself pretty seriously.

'Blood of the lamb, poisoned
spires of Western decadence.'

Guy's in serious need of a hug.

- Anything specific?
- Uh yeah. Pictures of dead Afghan and Iraqi children.

Guy wants to carry on the
work of the Toronto Eleven.

Keystone Eleven's more like it.
Those guys were such amateurs.

- Even al-Qaeda had
to start somewhere.

What are those... maps?

Union Station, subway,

- CN Tower.
- Looks like they had trouble making up their minds.

Some kind of calendar.

The Islamic calendar's lunar.

The holy days shift by
about 11 days every year.

What's this one?

- Ashura. That
honours the martyrdom of Mohammed's grandson.

That's today.

- The blog's got 5
regular contributors.

Jamal Tahir and the
other guy we caught

are doing the downward dog
for Mannering upstairs.

And the IP addresses
for the other three

- are surprisingly elusive.
- We need to find them.

Look for bank accounts.
Correspondence. - Hmmm. These guys

are pretty savvy. Probably
store their data online

and use public
access computers.

They're almost
impossible to trace. - I've got the fingerprints.

- Good! Check that
against our database

of Afghani and
Pakistani nationals. - She may not be Afghani.

- Did she say something?
- Not a word. But I spoke to her in Arabic,

Pashto, and Farsi, and she
didn't seem to understand.

- You know that gels
with the website.

I mean these guys hardly ever
write in Arabic or Farsi. They use idiomatic English.

- Expand the search to American
and British databases. And Canadian, as well.

- Yo.
- Maggie or I should question the prisoner.

She doesn't want to expose
her face to a man.

- She's the wife of
a suspected terrorist. What she wants is irrelevant.

- But sir--
- Swab the baby for DNA.

Maybe there's a family member
in the criminal system.

- Yes, sir. Would you like
me to bend over, sir?

- You want my advice,
girl, lose the attitude.

I'm the only Muslim here.

You'd think he'd at least
be interested in my opinion.

- You're still in the
doghouse. Speaking of which,

don't you have a morning
appointment to go to?

Where are the DNA kits?

- Which we confess to
of our own free will.

We apologize, and urge Canada

- This prisoner doesn't wanna
talk, huh? Do you mind

- if I take a crack at her.
- Go.

Okay?

- You're from
Afghanistan, huh?

That thing you're wearing on
your head there, it's a burqa?

Is that what's it's called?

That's Afghan, right?

Must get hot as hell
under there.

No vitamin D.

You got a whole country
where all the women have their bones crumbling.

Might want to talk to the
prison doctor, do a bone scan,

maybe get you some
calcium supplements.

- Do you people like living
in a hellhole? Is that it?

Because you got Canadian
kids coming over there,

helping you out, and you're
sending them home in boxes! - Help us!

- Yeah. Build roads,
set up clinics--

- They're soldiers,
they're not aid workers!

- They're nation
builders, lady! - No, they are killers!

You don't get it?

Your soldiers are
killing our people!

- They're defending themselves!
You people are all gun-crazy.

You got ten-year-olds
running around with AK-47s.

What's the matter
with you people?

26 years of uninterrupted war.

- My whole life.
- The way I hear it,

you've been fighting since
the beginning of time.

- Invaders have been attacking
us since the beginning of time.

- There was a few centuries
there where you were fighting among yourselves.

Did you wake up in a soft bed?

You had a good breakfast,

you drove yourself
to work in a nice car?

How could you understand?

You've never been hungry.

You've never felt your tongue

swell and crack from thirst.

You've never seen
a child's leg blown off by an American cluster bomb.

- Yeah, an American bomb.
- Please.

You fight alongside them, you
hide behind their landmines,

you send them your
prisoners to be tortured.

- You really do hate us,
don't you?

Fine, clam up, lady.

But I know you got
something to say,

and you're gonna say it.

Got her talking now.

Good work.

- Gray and Darnell sent over
a stash of jihadist tapes,

along with detailed
subway maps and floor plans of public buildings.

- Potential targets?
- Could be. - Put Layla on it.

- There was also a calendar
with today's date circled.

Apparently it's Ashura.

[Baby crying]

- Poor kid. He's hungry,
but he won't take a bottle.

She's responding.

[Baby crying]

She mentioned a child losing
a leg in a cluster bomb,

and Canadians handing
off prisoners to Americans. See what you can find out.

- Right, because they keep such
good records in Afghanistan.

- Do what you can.
- Oh,

I almost forgot. Yvonne Castle's
waiting for you at reception.

- Ms. Castle.
- Mike.

So, an hour ago,
I received a call

from a lovely retired
schoolteacher.

She said a team of ICS
officers beat down the door

of the house next door with
a battering ram, fired guns,

and forcibly dragged off
three Middle Eastern men

and another was taken
out in a stretcher.

- How did our memory-erase
team miss this woman?

- She also said there
was a woman in a burqa

with a small baby.

[Baby crying]

- Layla's nephew.
She's minding him for the day.

- Right. I don't
believe you.

ICS can detain a suspect

for 48 hours without
legal representation.

If you don't like the law, I
suggest you work to change it.

- You know you used to
care about civil rights.

You cared so much
it gave me hope.

Yvonne,

it is a complicated world.

Right.

Well, the Americans draw the
line at organ failure or death.

Where do you draw it, Mike?

- You're not the only one here
with a conscience, Ms. Castle.

Okay.

If you say so.

Found something.

Funnel,

surgical gloves, masks,

powdered baby formula.

- Yeah, that's where I keep my
powdered food products.

Sealed, but it feels empty.

Could be Afghan heroin.

And it's got some sort
of false bottom.

- Woah woah woah!
Don't open that!

- Well, I wasn't planning
on putting it up my nose.

Oh, shit.

- My God. Anthrax.
- Have you notified Emergency Management?

- I spoke to the mayor
and put E.M. on standby.

I'm on my way.
Wheels up in five.

- Weapons-grade anthrax.
What ever happened to good old-fashioned pipe bombs?

- You're moving
the prisoners?

- Well, now that we have
something we can actually

charge them with, we don't need
to trouble you any more.

- The ICS torture chambers are
well enough equipped?

- Don't confuse me with
those CIA bullyboys.

I draw the line well
short of torture.

- You blindfolded the husband?
- He's remarkably resistant.

- What then...
sensory deprivation?

Sleep deprivation?
Over-stimulation?

- Perfectly legitimate
information-gathering techniques.

- We both know you can break
any human mind in 3 days with those techniques.

Regress him to infancy, make
him think you're his mummy!

- I operate within
clear guidelines

to protect the Canadian people.

That's our job.

- We'll keep his wife and child.
- Fine.

Let me know if anything
interesting comes up.

- I'm going crazy
stuck at my desk

Maybe not the best
choice of words.

Go on.

- At first, I admit,
it felt safe.

Out there in the world,
things seemed out of control.

And now?

- I just want to go
out and kick butt!

Nothing wrong with that.

- That adrenaline rush you get
when you're out there chasing people, locking them up...

- it's like a drug!
- Sounds to me like you're feeling better.

- Is being an adrenaline
junkie normal?

- For a law enforcement agent?
I'd say so.

- You don't think
I'm too aggressive?

- You have an active, energetic
nature. You were fighting it...

and now you're
starting to accept it.

But I killed someone... a boy.

- He was an armed
terrorist, Layla.

A Muslim.

Good Muslim's don't kill anybody
let alone 15-year-old boys.

If my family knew,

or the people at my mosque--

- You feel like you've
betrayed them.

I'm locking up other Muslims.

It's a religion of love.

How did I get here?

- It's hard, reconciling
all these contradictions.

This woman today...

it was my job to violate
her religious beliefs.

That was my job.

- Thought you might
like this.

Go ahead, drink it.

I hope you take sugar.

You're being nice,

establishing a rapport.

- What is that accent,
New England?

Bryn Mawr, maybe,

or Vassar,
something like that?

Don't you find it ironic

that you,

African man,

are interrogating
me, a Muslim woman,

while White men are watching
us through a one-way mirror?

- Actually, I'm a
Canadian man.

- Your ancestors
were African.

- Everybody's ancestors
were something.

- They were dragged
here in chains.

- To America. They came
to Canada to be free.

- They were treated
like shit here.

- Everybody was
treated like shit!

Read your Canadian history.

The Natives, the Chinese...
hell, even the Irish.

That's what history is,

people treating each
other like shit.

- In Afghanistan,
the past is all we have.

Even in the most
primitive villages,

we know our history,

a thousand years back.

- Picking at it like a sore
that never gets to heal?

Who can live like that?

Who can sustain being that
pissed off every single day?

Why are you so angry?

What did we do to you?

Your coffee sucks.

- They dug up footage
on the Canadian hostage.

- We can do good here.
Our Village Medical Outreach

is improving infant mortality.

And as soldiers, we can
help people feel safe... - Sweet kid.

- The Minister of Foreign
Affairs has expressed sympathy

for the hostages
and their families,

and says everything
possible is being done

to ensure their speedy release.

- Still no hit on our mystery
woman's fingerprints.

- Any luck locating
the other jihadists? - I'm working on it.

These guys had some serious
encryption training.

- Locate Jamal's mosque,
and talk to the Imam.

- Maybe he can help us.
- Right.

Woah. Hey!

I've I.D.'d the guy
Darnell shot.

Wasim Osman. Canadian citizen,

born here. An engineer with a
degree in,

get this... Disaster
and Emergency Management.

He's employed by the
City of Toronto.

- Perfect position from which
to plan a terrorist attack.

- He won't take a bottle.
- Let me hold him.

There we go.

My little bachem...

He wants his lunch.

It's not decent.

She's right, it's not.

We're spying on
an intimate moment.

- She gave up her
right to privacy

when she entered
this country illegally.

She's not from Afghanistan.

Her accent shows
no trace of anything but upper-middle-class New England,

and she's adapted very quickly
to surrendering the niqab.

- Oh now you see that's
the way we used to do it.

Young mothers now a days,
they bare their breasts

in restaurants, in parks,
in subways. More power to 'em.

It's immodest.

- When your baby's hungry,
you do whatever it takes.

That crying is calibrated
to drive us wild.

You'd do anything...

walk on nails,
dive off a cliff,

anything to make it stop.

To hear that happy gurgle,

see that goofy little
smile on his face

that he makes
when he's full.

- We found traces of
anthrax in the house.

You're an accessory
to bioterrorism.

And unless you start helping us

very soon,

you will go to prison
for the rest of your life,

and you will never
see your baby again.

Anthrax...

- Oh come on, you
must have known.

You were right there
in the house while they made their plans.

That was men's business.

- Well, then give
me some names.

Your name, for a start.

[Baby crying]

I can't.

I must serve my husband.

Oh no, there,

there, in your arms...

that's who you serve.

Shall I tell you what
will happen to him?

He'll be placed with
Children's Aid,

and with a mother alive in
prison, he won't be adopted.

He'll move from foster
home to foster home,

some okay, and some
just plain wretched.

And the loneliness and rejection
that he feels

will harden into a
tight knot of anger,

and bring on more
rejection, and more anger,

and spiral down into a life

of crime, and addiction,

and despair.

And with any luck,
he won't take too many people down with him.

It doesn't have
to be that way.

You can help us.

Oh then say goodbye.

Too bad.

He's never even
gonna know his name.

Ismail.

My son's name is Ismail.

- People! Everybody!
You gonna want to look at this!

- Hezb-i Islami Hakiki

denounces the Canadian
government's kidnapping

of Bashir Hashmat and
his infant son, Ismail.

If they're not
released immediately,

Hezb-i Islami Hakiki
has no choice but

to publicly behead Corporal
Hoban and myself.

- Hezb-i Islami Hakiki
is headed by Sheikh

Akhtar Hashmat,
an Afghan warlord affiliated with al-Qaeda.

Last week, Canadian forces
attacked his compound,

killing 2 of his wives
and all 3 of his sons.

- So he took the soldiers
hostage as revenge. - More like insurance.

His main revenge will
be a terrorist attack on the people of Toronto.

- Bashir Hashmat.
- Akhtar's nephew,

the man you arrested today.

Bashir's child, Ismail,
is the last male of their line.

- I hope you're serious about
refusing to negotiate.

- This is the real world.
Nothing's off the table.

- Madame Minister,
am I to understand

that you are seriously
considering making a deal with

- this madman?
- Dial it back, Agent.

- He's behind the attack.
- If these hostages are killed,

let alone beheaded,

the Canadian people will end
all support for this war.

The Prime Minister rules
with a minority.

- We are talking
about a terrorist attack on Canadian soil!

The only priority here
is the safety of Canadians!

- Of course, stopping
a terrorist attack

is the government's
first priority.

And I must say,

it's nice to see ICS and CSIS
in agreement for a change.

- So we know your husband's
name, and your son's.

Why not give us yours?

It is against Shariah law

for a wife to betray
her husband.

- Your name
is a betrayal?

That's pretty
self-effacing.

Self.

That's all
Westerners think of.

- Well at least husbands
here don't force their wives

to disappear
under a shroud.

- No they wear them
like expensive suits.

- You're not even
married to Bashir.

Our laws here doesn't
recognize polygamy.

His first wife, his real
wife, lives in New York with their 2 kids.

- Daughters.
- Oh yeah... girls don't count.

- We are married under--
- Shariah law.

Well the 2 weekend jihadists

don't know anything.

They were told to fast,

get their affairs in order,
and await instructions.

- What about Bashir Hashmat?
- He hasn't spoken yet.

But with the
Minister's permission,

I can change that.

Torture victims lie,

and we do not have time
to waste on bad intelligence.

- Excuse me.
Imam Sattar is here,

- the jihadists' Imam.
- Excuse me.

- Thank you for agreeing
to speak to us.

- I have as much interest in
combating extremism as you do.

- I believe Jamal Tahir
is a member of your mosque.

- Jamal speaks
a lot of nonsense.

Between you and me,
he's not well in his mind.

- Does he associate with
other young men? This man?

- I think they're friends.
- Co-conspirators.

- Jihadist posturing
is the Muslim equivalent

of listening
to gangsta rap.

Angry young men acting
out their frustration.

- It has gone well past that.
- Uh Sir?

- Have you got something?
- Yeah. I got the IP addresses

for the other Jihadists. Uh,
they're all Toronto-born kids.

- Got any names?
- Oh yeah, names,

there's photos, addresses,
phone numbers...

- Good work.
- ...social insurance numbers...

- Do you know these men?
- Fahd and Turhan.

Are they in trouble?

- How about him?
- I don't know his name, but I've seen him in the street.

This is not a good man.

- Set up surveillance in case
he returns. Keep me posted...

All three suspects
are in the wind. What have we got?

- Uh I've pieced together
some of the browser history from the jihadists' computer.

- Infiltrate-X-dot-com.

- Our jihadists visited this site?
- Yeah, more than once.

I love these guys.
They explore the dark

and dangerous underbelly
of urban life,

you know, the New York sewers,
the Paris catacombs and...

...the Toronto subway.

- So the subway could
be their target? - There's more.

I found this tape of Metcalf
Tonight with the tapes

found in the house.
It was broadcast

after 9/11, during
the anthrax scare. - It's 5 o'clock.

Tens of thousands of workers
stream into the subways.

Three men enter stations

carrying glass jars filled
with anthrax spores.

They throw the jars
on the tracks,

smashing them and
releasing the spores.

Then the trains take over.

A giant pneumatic tube system

pushing air ahead,
pulling air behind.

- Christ.
- Anthrax first spreads through the station,

then through the
entire subway system,

until thousands are exposed,

and a few days later, dead.

- You have to shut
down the subway.

I can't.

- You have no choice.
- I'd be creating chaos!

Tens of thousands
of people stranded,

the entire police force
deployed... and for what?

A seven-year-old tape
of Metcalf Tonight?

- You are making
the wrong choice.

- Then get me some real
evidence. And make it soon.

Rush hour's already underway.

- We need police outside
every subway entrance,

ETF at Bloor and Yonge, Union
Station, St. George.

- Put me through to the mayor...
Well pull him out of his meeting.

- Sir?
- Yes, Sergeant?

- I'd like another
crack at the prisoner.

- No. You seem more concerned
about her religious sensitivities than about

the innocent lives
she's about to destroy. - Her husband, not her.

- She is killing them
with her silence!

Who do you working for, Sergeant
Hourani? Because right here, right now, you have to choose.

- That's not fair...
- There are forty thousand people on that subway,

including Muslim women
and children. Your only duty is to them.

- Do it.
- Oh no...

- Forty thousand people.
Give the baby to Gray.

I'm so sorry, Ismail...

Okay. It's okay.

- Thousands of
people will die.

- It's Allah's will.
- No, it's yours!

- Your mind is in
turmoil, Sergeant.

- My mind?
- Your life is a shadow.

- What are you talking about?
- Western women

obsessed with their looks.

- At least I'm free to
choose the way I look. - Choose what?

The 20$ nail polish
over the ten?

The only freedom you have
here is the freedom to buy.

- And what freedom do
you have in Afghanistan?

- The only one we
find here on earth.

To surrender our
will to Allah.

- Allah doesn't will
the murder of innocents.

Her name's Sorrayya Boyd.

Boyd? That's Irish.

- Irish-American father,
Armenian mother.

They were aid-workers
in Afghanistan.

- Is she even Muslim?
- Converted 6 years ago while attending Smith College.

And guess what
her major was.

Biochemistry.

She works for the
U.S. government, at the Chemical Warfare Unit in Utah.

She provided the anthrax.

What's the plan?

What is it?

- You're looking at live
feed from surveillance

cameras in the Subway.

- You can't!
- We're not. You are.

- No, no Sorrayya!
Do not look at her,

you look at your baby,
look at Ismail.

- Your son needs his mother
to keep him safe! Sorrayya!

- Sorrayya! We have no time!
- Please, just get him out of there!

- Where are they taking
the anthrax? Where are they taking the anthrax, Sorryayya!

- Come on, Sorrayya.
- Where?!

- Bloor station. Five o'clock.
- That's where Gray took the baby.

- They're here!
Suspects on the platform.

What do you want me
to do here, stay or go?

- Moose and Darnell are entering
the station. Stay in position until they arrive.

We can't do this!

My kid sister takes the
subway home from school.

Stop! ICS!

- C'mon, man, give it up.
It's over.

I don't think so.

Don't shoot! Nobody shoots.

You don't wanna do that.

I'm ready to die. Are you?

Relax.

You know who this is?

Ismail Hashmat.

You're lying.

- Akhtar Hashmat's not
going to like you killing the last of his family.

- Shut up!
- Of course, you're gonna be dead...

...just like the rest of us.

That's right.

- Hezb-i Islami Hakiki has
released the two Canadian soldiers that were taken hostage

in a village outside Kandahar.
Twenty-three-year-old Sergeant

Carla Romano and
twenty-two-year-old

Corporal Peter Hoban were
released shortly after 3 p.m. local time.

- Yes, Madame Minister?
- I'm stuck in town to night.

Thought I might buy you dinner.

- I've got some work
to catch up on.

Come on, Mike...

we freed 2 hostages

and saved an entire city.

- We caved to pressure and
released a terrorist who was planning a biochemical attack.

And I...

I deliberately placed
an infant at risk.

We still gotta eat.

- Your husband
and son will be

back in Afghanistan
tomorrow night.

You, on the other hand,
will spend the rest of your life in prison.

- Allah has not
deserted me.

Everyone else has.

That Western freedom
you abandoned

must look pretty
good right now.