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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.